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where-dreamers-go · 2 years

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“Soft Smiles” Sir Mordred x Reader

(A/N: Requested. First go at a Sir Mordred insert reader. It’s kind of short. Got to turn off the parts of my brain that say, “ATTACK!” You know, for fanfiction reasons. But if I did that with Kylo, I can do it here. Plus Mordred was actually nice… Don’t tell Merlin, please. Warnings: None. Fluff? Word Count: 416 words)

Busy mornings were nothing new. The halls of Camelot’s castle were alive with activity. A community interlocked and weaving together.

Carrying a basket of freshly cut flowers, you strolled through a familiar hall. Your task was to replace the wilted flowers throughout the castle.

“Good morning.” A voice spoke close beside you.

“Oh. It’s you,” you sighed. “Hello, Sir Mordred.”

Mordred greeted you with a bright smile and blue eyes alight. “Would you like me to carry those for you?” He peered down at the flowers.

“No, I have it.” You assured him. “Thank you for asking.”

“I am happy to help. My services are not limited to swords and shields.”

“I know.” A smirk curved your lips for a moment.

Knowledge of the young man you should not have played in your mind. Magic. Wonderfully helpful, but a secret to be kept at all costs.

From the corner of your eye, you saw the worry flash across his features.

“If the secret of your flower arranging got out….I don’t know what I’d do.” You sent him a playful pout.

Sir Mordred’s worry washed away. A smile on his face again as he said, “Perhaps you could tell jokes at celebrations and festivities.”

“Oh, they wouldn’t be able to catch my humor.”

“Why not?”

“Because it would go over their heads.”

A healthy, hearty laugh erupted from the knight. Laugh lines pulling his face into a joyous beaming sight.

If you had to paint something to represent joy, freedom, and light, it would be of Sir Mordred’s smiling face. A smile of pure joy, eyes of unfiltered light, and a face of unrestricted freedom.

Plucking a single flower out of the weighty basket, you carefully placed it a top of Mordred’s head. The petals sat softly on his dark hair, a stark contrast of color.

Boots came to a stop and you did the same.

Eyes as big as saucers peered above. Though he could not see the flower, he could feel it all the same.

You sighed, “I adore you.”

Again, his blue eyes were wide. A soft wonder in them as he remained silent.

“It’s true,” you said.

Gazes met, so soft and vulnerable, it was difficult to know the appropriate words to share. Were more words even necessary?

“Can you help me set the first vase?” You asked, lifting up the basket.

“I can.” Mordred nodded and gestured for you to lead the way.

“Thank you.”

“No,” he said quietly. “Thank you.”

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wesleeporstudy · 4 years

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Studying for legal again!!! This content is killing me!!

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gloomstudy · 5 years

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alisonsfics · 3 years

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Secret Santa🎄

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: “Omg spencer and secret Santa!!” - @wesleeporstudy

Word Count: 1.9k

You walked into JJ’s office. The team was doing a secret santa exchange for the holidays. JJ had volunteered to be in charge of picking who each person’s secret santa was.

“Hey JJ, I’m here for my assignment” you said, jokingly acting like JJ was your teacher. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” JJ repeated while scanning the list for your name. You waited patiently as she found it. “Oh here it is, you are Derek’s secret santa” she told you, smiling.

“How much do I have to bribe you to find out who my secret santa is?” You asked her, smirking. “Not going to happen, Scrooge. Stop trying to ruin the holiday spirit” JJ said, sticking her tongue out at you.

You laughed and left JJ’s office. You were already trying to think of gift ideas for Derek. You loved Derek and he was one of your closest friends, but you had no idea what to get him. You ran into Spencer in the hallway, as you were going back to your desk.

“Spencer! There you are” you said, lighting up when you saw him. Reid gave you a warm smile and waved at you. “I need some advice” you told him, simply. He looked shocked to say the least. “Only if that’s okay” you said, backtracking. “No, of course it’s okay. I’m just not used to people asking me for advice. Normally they ask Derek or someone” he expressed, honestly.

“Well this is about Derek. I don’t know what to get him for secret santa” you told Spencer. You hoped he would have a good idea. “Oh well umm, he’s been talking about some football game that’s coming up. Maybe you could get him tickets to go see that” Spencer suggested.

Your eyes lit up, that was the perfect gift idea. “Oh my god, Spence! That’s it, it’s perfect” you told him, excitedly. You wrapped your arms around his body. You could feel his body shake as he laughed. Then he put his arms around you. He gave you a quick squeeze and then you both pulled away.

You saw the slightest blush in Spencer’s cheeks after you both pulled away. To be honest, you weren’t sure if you really saw it. There was a part of you that was sure you had made it up.

You had the biggest crush on Spencer. You thought that everything he did was perfect. It was pretty obvious to everyone on the team, everyone except Spencer.

Spencer had been pining over you for years and just could never get the guts to ask you out.

“I should get going, I have to go see JJ” he said, awkwardly. “Oh for secret santa! Good luck, just hope that you don’t get Hotch. He’s probably the hardest to shop for” you told him, giggling. You saw Reid let out a light laugh at your joke.

“Yeah, you’re probably right” he said, and then walked past you. You had a cheesy grin on your face as Reid walked away. But, you just couldn’t help it.

-One week later-

You were sitting at your desk, filling out paperwork. You saw Morgan stand up and walk into the kitchen. Now was your chance.

You stood up and quickly walked over to Morgan’s desk. You placed the envelope on his desk and then quickly walked back to your desk, so he wouldn’t catch you in the act.

You continued doing your paperwork and acted inconspicuous when Morgan came back in the room. “Well would you look at that” Morgan said, to himself. “What’s that?” Emily asked, curiously. “My secret santa got me tickets to the game. But it’s two tickets, who wants to go with me?” Morgan asked the rest of team.

“Sorry I’m booked solid” Emily said, shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t really do sports” Spencer said, causing Emily to laugh. “What about you, Y/N?” Derek asked you. You looked up from your paperwork.

“Well— ” you said, thinking about if you were busy or not. “She has plans” Spencer said, quickly. You were shocked by what he said to say the least. You most certainly did not have plans.

You spun around to face Spencer. “I do?” You asked him, raising your eyebrow at him. “Pretty boy, what are you talking about? Y/N looks as confused as I am. What are these magical plans that she doesn’t even know about?” Morgan teased Spencer.

“It’s umm— it’s nothing” Spencer said, looking back down at his book. Then it clicked, Spencer was jealous. Could it really be that Reid liked you back?

There was only one way to find out. “Reid, if you don’t tell me, I’m going to the game with Morgan” you said, hoping that would get a reaction.

Morgan smirked at you, realizing what you were doing. He walked over to you. “That sounds great, babygirl” Morgan said, knowing the nickname would make Reid even more jealous. Morgan came up behind you, and rested his hands on your shoulders.

“Can I talk to you?” Spencer asked you, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him as he walked into the kitchen. “What are you doing?” You asked him. “Don’t go with him, please Y/N” he practically begged you.

He was clearly jealous, why couldn’t he just admit it to you.

“Why don’t you want me to go?” You asked him, prying. “Cause look at Derek, all the girls love him. And it’ll just be you two and it’ll be like a date” he said, looking down at the floor.

“Derek is one of my closest friends, we hang out all the time. Why is this time any different?” You asked him, confused. “Cause you’ll both be alone together” Spencer said, quietly. “What are you worried is going to happen?” You asked him, trying to draw the answer our of him. “That Derek is going to make a move on you. I mean, look at you, you’re absolutely gorgeous. I’m sure Derek knows that too, so what would stop him from asking you out?” Spencer rambled. Your heart fluttered when he called you gorgeous and you could feel the butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

“Derek and I are just friends. But I think you’re jealous” you told him, smirking. “Huh? I’m not jealous, I just don’t want anything to happen to you” he lied.

You sighed to yourself, apparently it would take a lot for Spencer to admit he was jealous.

“Come on Reid, we both know Derek. He would never let anything happen to me. You trust him when he’s out in the field with me, so why is this different? And you could’ve just said you didn’t want me to go, you didn’t have to lie and say I had plans” you told him, honestly.

Spencer took a deep breath and reached into his pocket. He pulled out an envelope and handed it to you. “What is this?” You asked him, cluelessly. “I’m your secret santa” he explained, and it clicked in your brain.

You opened the envelope and you saw two tickets. You read the tickets and saw they were to an orchestra concert.

The concert was the same night that the football game. It all made sense now. It wasn’t just jealousy. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you to go out with Derek, it was also that he wanted you to go out him. And Derek’s football game would get in the way of that.

You looked up at Spencer and tried to figure out the right words to say.

“You mentioned the other day that you were a fan of this orchestra that was coming here on tour. So I got you tickets” Spencer said, sheepishly. “Yeah I see that, two tickets. What am I supposed to do with the other one Spence?” You asked him, smirking.

“I was hoping you would go with me, but if you want to take someone else that’s okay too” he said, giving you a weak smile.

“Oh come on, you dork. Spencer, would you like to go to the concert with me?” You asked him, smiling. “Like a date?” He asked, hopefully. “Just like a date” you told him, smirking to yourself.

“I would really like that” he said, smiling down at you. Looking at Spencer, you felt completely lovestruck. He had that smile, the one that made your heart melt.

You thought of a sneaky plan. A smirk rose on your face. “Come with me?” You told Spencer, then turned and started to walk down a hallway that no one was ever in.

“Where are we going?” Spencer asked, cluelessly. “Shhh” you said, putting a finger up to your lips as you looked over your shoulder at him. You looked around and then stopped walking.

You wrapped your arms around Spencer’s neck and pulled him towards you. His eyes grew big, he didn’t seem to believe what was happening. You backed up until your back was against the wall.

“Put your hands on my waist” you instructed Spencer. Then, you smirked and leaned in to kiss him. His lips felt soft and tasted like chapstick. Spencer felt rigid, his hands were lightly placed on your hips, barely touching you.

You tugged on Spencer’s hair a little, as your lips moved together. “You good?” You asked, against his lips. “Mm-hmm” Spencer muttered. You pulled him closer to you, so your bodies were pressed up against each other.

Then, his grip on your hips tightened and you smirked against the kiss. Finally, you both pulled away for air.

“What was that for?” Spencer asked, breathlessly. “For finally getting up the courage to ask me out” you told him. “But didn’t you ask me out?” He asked you, confused. “Did you enjoy the kiss?” You asked him. He nodded and his cheeks flushed red.

“Then, just take the win, pretty boy” you told him, smirking and walking back into the bullpen.

“So are you coming to game with me or what?” Derek asked you, walking over to your desk, where you were sitting. “No, turns out I do actually have plans” you told him, giggling. “Did pretty boy finally give you the tickets?” He asked you.

You froze, how did Derek know about the tickets? “How did you- ?” You started to ask him. “Please, Reid has been stressing for a week, trying to find a way to give them to you. And I may have asked you to come to the game, because I knew it would make him jealous” Derek admitted.

Then, it all made sense to you. “So you were completely in on it! Oh and by the way, you’re welcome for the tickets” you told him, turning back to your paperwork.

“Wait, you were my secret santa?” Derek asked you, in shock. “Yep” you heard someone else answer. You saw Spencer walk in the room and sit down at his desk.

“Woah woah, you knew too?” Derek asked, turning to Reid. “Yeah, who do you think gave her the idea to buy the tickets?” Spencer said, ratting you out.

“Shhhhh, you weren’t supposed to tell him” you said, frowning. “Come on, you lovebirds. Stop arguing, you both should be looking forward to your date. You’ve both been in love with each other for years, and you’re already bickering as soon as you get together” Derek told you both, and then walked away.

“Thank you, by the way Spencer. It’s a really thoughtful gift” you told him, smiling. He just smiled right back at you. He was happy. You were happy. Derek wasn’t lying, you both had been waiting for this day for a while.

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pastpatientlywaitingforimagines · 3 years

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Starlight | Spencer Reid x Reader Platonic

WC: 1410

A/N: This is for @wesleeporstudy who requested a Found Family!Hotch x Reader fic! I intended for this to be a drabble but I was having too much fun and got a little carried away... enjoy!

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“Are you sure you can’t come with me?” Spencer didn’t have to clarify his question for you to know he felt better about speaking at conferences when you were there. You were standing toe to toe in front of your car at the airport parking lot, dropping him off for his flight. Everything about his body language showed hesitation, including the way he was clutching his go bag.

You felt bad, truly. You wanted to go with him, but you had an obligation in Virginia that you couldn’t reschedule. “I have some things I have to take care of here. You know I’d only miss one of your lectures for something extra important.”

The corners of Spencer’s lips turned down at your answer, though you both knew you were right, “and you still won’t tell me what it is?”

“If I did, you wouldn’t go to your conference. Don’t worry about it though. You’re going to knock the socks off of those criminology professors,” you reached up to brush a piece of lint off of his jacket lapel, “you should go before you miss your flight.”

“Actually, based on the number of departing flights today and the amount of foot traffic in the airport, it takes approximately 45 minutes to get through security at this time of day, and another ten to find the assigned gate. I could stand out here with you for another thirty minutes before I’m late enough to miss my flight.”

“Spencer,” you chided, “go get on your plane, I’ll be here when you get back. Do you want me to pick you up?”

Spencer nodded eagerly, “could you?”

“Of course. Now go!” You put your hands on his shoulders and turned him to face the entrance of the airport. You watched him walk through the sliding doors, then got back into your car. Spencer would be ok on his own, you reminded yourself as you drove to the nearest grocery store. You had to pick up a few more things before continuing on to your final destination, including a birthday cake and some sports themed napkins.

Hotch seemed relieved to see you when he opened his apartment door.

“Here, let me help you with that,” he offered, reaching out to take some of the many items you had managed to balance in your arms.

“Thanks, where’s the birthday boy?” you asked, following him inside. Before Hotch could answer, your legs were attacked in a hug from Jack.

“Hi (y/n),” he chirped, looking up at you with a toothy grin.

“Are you ready…” you asked him slowly, then quickly changed your tone, “for the best birthday party ever!?”

“YES!” Jack screamed, matching your excitement level.

“Oh phew,” you dramatized, wiping imaginary sweat off of your forehead, “can you help me and your dad put up some decorations? They should be in that blue bag over there.” Jack scrambled over to the bag, pulling out the various decor items you had purchased. He helped Hotch put up streamers and banners while you put out tablecloths and bowls of snacks. You also set up a gift table, putting the wrapped box you brought in the center.

Just as you finished setting up, the first of Jack’s friends started to arrive. You left talking to the kids’ parents up to Hotch, instead entertaining the herd of second graders with a game of Twister. After Twister you facilitated a game of freeze dance, then took a break for pizza, cake, and presents. You then produced a box of small Nerf guns, told an elaborate story about how you stole a priceless gem, and tasked the group of tiny FBI agents to hunt you down after giving you a thirty second head start.

“You’re very good at this,” Hotch tried to look nonchalant leaning against the counter as to not give away your hiding spot next to him. You adjusted your makeshift helmet, a colander that you had found in a cabinet, before answering in a whisper.

“My cousin has a whole crew of small children. I used to stay with them during school breaks,” you paused to peek over the countertop, quickly locating the kids strategizing in Jack’s room, “I’ve run my fair share of birthday parties, and done twice as much babysitting.”

“Well, thank you for taking time out of your weekend to help out here.”

“Anytime, Hotch, really. I’ve seen how stressed out you’ve been lately. Our job isn’t easy and I can’t even imagine how much harder it is while also being a single parent.” You had offered to help out with Jack’s birthday party after catching Hotch still in his office at 2 a.m. trying to plan it a few weeks ago. It was the least you could do after Hotch denied your request to take some of his paperwork instead. You glanced over the counter again, a foam bullet whizzing by your ear. “My position’s been compromised, gotta go!”

You dramatically rolled into the kitchen, firing back some more bullets before getting hit by the entire firing squad of eight year old assailants. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Hotch laughing at your exaggerated performance. It made you happy seeing him smile, it wasn’t something you saw from your Unit Chief often.

“Ahhhhhhh you got me!! I still have one trick up my sleeve though… a partner! Super villain Hotchner, take the gem and my gun!” you slid the “gem” and your Nerf gun across the linoleum floor towards Hotch’s feet before pretending to die. Hotch picked up the items and ran towards his office, the kids chasing after him. You took the opportunity to eat a slice of pizza and drink some soda, effectively refueling yourself for the rest of the party.

You helped Hotch clean up after all of the kids went home. Jack attached himself to your legs once again right before you were about to leave.

“What do we say to (y/n) for helping out with your party?” Hotch asked his son.

“Thank you,” Jack recited, tightening his grip on you.

“You’re very welcome, my friend,” you ruffled his hair, “will you help out with my birthday party this year?” Jack’s eyes lit up and he immediately started spurting different party themes that you could have, which included trains, superheroes, and cowboys.

“Those are all very good ideas, we have a few months so we can think on it, ok?”

“Thanks again for your help, this wouldn’t have been successful without you,” Hotch handed you a tupperware of leftover cake.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you’re the coolest Dad ever. Like I said though, anytime. Jack is like the little brother I never had, I would do anything for this kid.” You meant it, too. Jack was just as much a part of your found family as anyone else on the team.

“See you Monday, (y/n).”

“See you Monday, boss,” you repeated, finally heading out the door and to your car.

On Monday morning you found yourself back in the airport parking lot, sitting on the hood of your car eating the last of the leftover cake. When Spencer exited the building and spotted you, his pace quickened.

“How was your conference?” you asked, sliding off of your car and getting inside once he reached your vehicle.

“It went really well, there was a fantastic talk on the link between victimization and offending that you would have liked- wait, is that cake?” Spencer stopped mid-ramble when he noticed the dish in your hands.

“It sure is,” you turned to put the container in the backseat.

“Where did you get cake?”

“Jack’s birthday party,” you shrugged, starting the drive towards work.

“Jack’s birthday isn’t until next week though.”

“Brian Trevino’s birthday party is next weekend even though his birthday isn’t for another two weeks,” you explained. Spencer’s eyes narrowed as he thought about what you had just said.

“Who is Brian Trevino?” He finally asked.

“A kid in Jack’s class, that’s why Jack had to have his birthday party this weekend, because they would have invited the same kids.”

“I didn’t realize you were so invested in the drama of the second grade.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Spencer Reid.”

“Actually, I know most things about you.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like the fact that you’ve had blue frosting on your face for the last five minutes.”

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made-by-a-student · 5 years

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15 questions, 15 mutuals

thank you to @kophistudies, @acaedemics and @kidcoolerthanu for tagging me. I’m sorry it took me so long to do this but I had a lot going on.

are you named after anyone? My second name is the firstname of my mother's grandmother

when was the last time you cried? A few days ago, when a friend of mine told me a sad story

do you have kids? No

do you use sarcasm a lot? Sometimes, I used to do it more in the past

what’s your eye colour? Dark brown

scary movie or happy ending? Scary movies since I’m not really a fan of happy endings. I prefer bittersweet endings

any special talents? Nope

where were you born? Germany

what are your hobbies? Buying and reading books, video gaming

do you have any pets? A very cute dog called Luke

what sports do you play/have played? I did judo for a while

how tall are you? 5′4 ft /1.65 m

favourite subject in school? Probably Spanish

dream job? Lawyer/ public prosecutor

why aren’t there 15 real questions? No one knows

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where-dreamers-go · 2 years

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“Adorable Points” Merlin x Reader

(A/N: Requested. It feels like forever since I’ve written for Merlin, but I wrote for him last year and a couple of imagines. So this insert reader is short and cute. I actually didn’t plan out ahead of time where this would go and just winged it. Shocking, I know. I hope you enjoy! And playing Here’s to Never Growing Up on repeat helped. Warnings: Cuteness?? Word Count: 522 words)

Another day and another stop at the market for necessary goods. It was good timing on your part as you would find out.

The weather was decent and other citizens took full advantage of the mild temperature. More than anyone, it was the children who were able to run as they pleased. They were heard more than anything.

“Whoa,” your basket was jostled as a group of children ran passed.

The smiling and agile children weaved through people with their makeshift wooden swords. Fun and imagination appeared to be in better supply than the pan you wanted.

Your gaze followed after them out of curiosity of their destination. Were they in the middle of an adventure or looking for one?

“No.” A smile curved your lips upwards. You walked closer.

The young ones had joined others with homemade capes. Sticks were slashed through the air at an invisible opponent. In the middle of the battle? The person they were protecting? Your friend Merlin.

Hands raised in mock fear, Merlin watched as the other children landed the final blow.

Wooden sticks in hand, the children hollered victoriously. Each child used a proud voice while telling Merlin to be careful in the future.

“I will, thank you so much,” Merlin promised.

“Take care citizen!” One child yelled.

The young man stood there chuckling as the young children scurried off on another adventure.

“That was adorable,” you said, catching Merlin’s attention. “Ten out of ten.”

A dark eyebrow quirked up and he asked, “Ten of what?” He turned to you.

“Adorable points. Obviously.”

“Obviously.” Merlin repeated. A smile lingering on his lips.

Basket in hand, you stepped closer to the young man. “It’s a relief to know we have such brave knights,” you said. “I’d hate to have you taken down by…erm…”

“A large boar.”

“Oh.”

Merlin nodded, amusement in his cerulean eyes. “Very terrifying. I’m lucky they were there to save me.”

Your gazes met and each of you fell into a round of laughter.

It wasn’t everyday in Camelot when something as simple as playing was shared so openly. Laughs, sure, but some had an extended amount of responsibility.

Smiles remained as the laughter subsided. The pair of you enjoying the memory that was created.

“It was sweet of you to play along with them.” You said softly.

“I couldn’t very well ruin their fun, now could I?”

“I would certainly hope you wouldn’t. You’re one of the few people I know who know how to actually have fun.”

His smile widened. “Thank you.”

“You can keep all of those compliments for later. Never know when you might need them.”

“Sure,” he looked elsewhere, “I’ll take them out the next time Arthur calls me a fool. That’ll teach him.”

Your laughter bubbled up again and the two of you could hardly look at one another because of it. Contagious as it was. It was best to leave while you still could.

“I’ll see you later, Merlin.” You swung your basket to your other arm.

“Watch for large invisible boars.”

“Wha—?”

Another round of laughter erupted as you gave chase to your friend.

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