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౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ gingerbread tea | spencer reid - drabble

— word count: 576

summary: Cozy moments spent with Reid has he takes care of your cold.

⤷ spencer reid x gn!reader

a.n: just fluff to cheer you all up in this cold days. tell me your thoughts down below and don't forget to like and reblog! :))

warnings ! - none, sickness but its just a common cold haha.

“Name of a Greek philosopher starting with an H.” you yelled over your shoulder “ten letters.” you finished with a huff, scrambling your head for the gosh darn name.

Reid sneaked behind you “Heraclitus.” he whispered near your head, setting down a cup of gingerbread tea in the coffee table in front of you, his hand petting your hair has he passed.

“You know doing the crosswords is no fun when you know everything so fast,” you started, reaching for the warm stemming cup in front of you “it should take time, pondering, musing even -” your aimless ramble was interrupted by a fit of heavy coughs and Spencer sighed, sitting next to you on the soft brown couch and taking your temperature with his hand.

“Has anybody ever told you that you talk to much?” he asked with a soft, small smile on his face that made the conner of his eyes ever so slightly wrinkle.

“Well, just about anybody who has ever had the pleasure to have known me.” you cheekily replied, mumbling due to the strain on your sore throat, flipping your eyes across the crosswords journal page.  

“You should be resting,” he moved the crossword away, siting closer to you “otherwise you will never get better.” his voice was warm, filled with a worry that made your heart melt.

“Ah you are such a sucker for rules agent! If that’s the case you should not be sitting this close to me – up now, go away, you can’t risk getting sick, if that happened Hotch would come in here and surely do the job of killing me, something this mere common cold cannot do.”

He laughed, getting even closer, his nose bumping into yours “I don’t mind sacrificing my health if that means you will be well taken care of sweetheart, and you don’t need to worry about Hotch, he might seem mean and grumpy but that is all just for show.”

“Besides,” he tackled you, making you both lay on the couch, you laughed, looking up at him has he continued speaking “I could use a few vacation days, especially if they are spent with you.”

Giggling you buried your face into his neck, his cold skin soothing your feverish body “I think I like that vacation idea – you getting sick to achieve it not so much mister, you got to stay healthy and strong to catch all of those bad guys!” you said humorously, gazing into his eyes fondly.

He laughed - the sound of it made you melt, even after all this time you could feel butterflies in your stomach – and stroked your cheek, flush due to the fever and his proximity.

“Alright now, you keep getting warmer, its time for you to really take a nap.” you huffed at his words mumbling a soft “no” as he picked you up out of the couch and took you in to his arms, down the softly lit hallway.

He looked down, his brown eyes firm and safe “Don’t worry, I will be there when you wake up.” - sometimes you forgot he was a truly amazing profiler, a young prodigy that could read you and your emotions better than anyone, sometimes even better than you yourself.

“Promise?” you said, groggy with sleep, eyes fluttering shut.

“Promise.” he replied, covering you with the soft bedroom duvet, laying next to you and kissing your forehead – his arm wrapping around your body with tenderness and care.

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clarice lispector

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౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ amber leaves | alicent hightower

— word count: 2k

summary: Fall comes through King's Landing, bringing sombering changes.

⤷ alicent hightower x female!reader (it can also be read has gn)

a.n: ok guy's so i got such a burst of inspiration and this endend up being the final product lol. just too think this was meant to be just a drabble is wild hahaha. anywayssssss, has alway i hope you all enjoy! leave your thoughts down below!! muahhhh xx.

warnings ! - lots of angst lol. viserys??? some hints of smut, everyone is 18+.

The sun shone timidly through the clouds and the breeze brough a slight cold – yet you and Alicent remained outside, stubbornly denying that the sweet and warm summer days had come to an end and that the cold, rainy days of fall were taking its place.

Between you two no words were spoken, even the birds were quieter – they were certainly fewer, you mused that many of them would have flown away by now, in search of warmer, more welcoming land and deep in your heart, a part of you had the desire to do the same; but you were no bird, and certainly no Targaryen with a dragon to take you away so you remained, next to Alicent, enjoying the last rays of sun.

You could tell, for while now, that something has up with Alicent - her demeanour for the past few weeks had not been the same and seemed to grow progressively sourer has the days passed. You watched her intently, her cheeks were red from the cold, has her nose, and her lips were slightly chapped - she had her eyes closed, face turned upwards to enjoys the few rays of sun that remained and reflected on her auburn hair and dress, one that you had never seen her wear before, very different of those you were accustomed to ser her in.

You could read Alicent (the one you knew, your Alicent) like an open book, it wasn’t very hard at all, if you were honest, she wore her heart on her sleeve and ever since you were little you never kept anything from eachother -  but now she has keeping something from you and the once open and clear pages that guided the lines of her brain were closed, not allowing you even the tiniest peek into her mind.

Aemma’s death had impacted all, the entirety of King’s Landing had mourned the passing of the queen consort and her babe and you knew that the tragedy had impacted Alicent the same, weighted by the close bound she shared with Rhaenyra and the memory of the loss of her own mother – but has the weeks had gone by, and has the world moved on, the vibrant laughs of Rhaenyra filling the halls again and Viserys disposition growing less taciturn with each turn of the sun, you thought that Alicent would too, find once more, her pace and normalcy.

However, normalcy never came and Alicent seemed to descend with each passing day to a more taciturn mood, she tried to hide it and she did that quite well, even Rhaenyra didn’t seem to notice the changes, but not well enough for you.

You were snapped out of your thoughts and worries by the turn of her head, a small smile blooming on her face “Why are you looking at me so intently?” she said, her voice soft and pristine has ever.

Smiling back, you replied cheekily “I must tell you I do not know exactly why, I suppose you look much too pretty today to be ignored.” – she blushed at your reply and laughed timidly, shaking her head, her locks softly moving and framing her round face harmoniously.

“You are unbelievable! Always saying the silliest and most ridiculous things!” she reached over to you, in a feeble attempt to softly hit your arm; you dodged the attack, picking a bit of grass and throwing it her way making her laugh and squeal has the grass flew and covered her strands, she reached for some more leaves and now it has your turn to be covered in them, a battle of twigs, grass, dried amber leaves and other plants ensuing between the two of you.

And for a moment, as Alicent laughed, the sun shone like it had before and the warmth evolved you once more.

You both laughed and ran, play-fighting like you were children again, at last you both stopped, laying next to eachother on the ground, your breaths heavy, both having forgotten about your respective worries and troubles, even if only for a brief moment – has you closed your eyes you felt Alicent’s hand, her nails butchered by the constant picking she did at them, reach for yours.

Finally, has the air grew deadly quiet she spoke “When I am with you, I feel more like myself them ever.”

Your heart stopped and you clutched her hand tightly, tears welling up in your face “I love you too, silly”.

“What do you think about marriage?” Alicent said, making you grimace at her words “What? We are at the exact age to worry about that kind of stuff, do you want to be a child forever?” she huffed, turning in her chair once more, checking her reflection in the mirror.

“I guess… it depends on the person? I couldn’t marry an old boring man with old boring interests” you replied; in the mirror Alicent’s face grew tense and a flicker of something appeared in her eyes.

“I would marry you” you said, the words leaving your mouth before they registered in your brain – you corrected “So, if that’s your worry you really don’t need to have it, anyone would be lucky to have you has they’re wife.”

She looked at you like you were joking – you must certainly were not, so you opened your mouth once more without much thinking “I am being deadly serious, you are one of the most, if not the most, gentle and proper ladies of King’s Landing and you are definitely the prettiest among them.” your face burned up “… and you are from a great house as well, and, I mean, who is better than you father in finding a suitable match?” you mumbled.

Alicent’s eyes bore into your, welling up, and she got up in a ruckus, walking over to were you sat on her bed and hugging you, making your face be buried in the red fabrics of her dress – you grasped on to her with all of your might and the pair of you stood like that for what seemed an eternity too short.

Has she pulled away you grasped her arm, pushing her on to you and kissing her tenderly. She kissed you back and both of you laid in her bed, her hands stroking your pink cheeks has your lips wobbled.

The night she came to you crying, revelling the truth about her affair with Viserys, you stroked her hair while she laid her head on your lap, inconsolable tears wetting your nightdress and boring a whole through you heart.

Somehow you felt betrayed, even if the was no remote chance for you to be two together you thought that you could live has one, rely on and tell one another anything, be aligned in body and soul – that fantasy has now shattered, Alicent’s truth driving a spear through your heart.

The rays of the moon, already high and full on the sky, streamed through the windows of your bedroom. Alicent’s tear ridden face rose from your skirts, facing yours with an intensity you had never seen in her before, her lips were red, bitten to exhaustion, wobbling slightly.

“I’m sorry.” a whisper “I’m so sorry.” an incontrollable snob recked through her body, making her shoulders shake and her figure tremble; you grabbed her face, wiping the salty tears away, looking at her doe brown eyes filled with worry and sadness.

“I’m not mad, - I’m not, trust me.” you got of the bed, knelling next to her on the cold floor and grabbing her hands – she brought them up, cupping your face, kissing you with tightness and resolve.

You pulled away “You don’t have to -” she stopped your words, eyes closed “For once let me do this, let me do something my own away, allow me to enjoy myself.” her hand stroked your neck, another grabbed your thigh through your nightgown, lips featherlight against yours.

So, nodding, you tangled your hands into her hair, and you did just that, sharing the night with Alicent, letting her (maybe for the first time in her life) make all the decisions there were to make – in an act of love a devotion you knew couldn’t bear to do with anyone else.

The gloating in Otto’s face was apparent has day, it seemed that today not even him – always cold and calculated - could hide the glee from his face; not that anybody at the party could blame him, it was, after all, the day of his daughter’s wedding.

And how beautiful Alicent looked in her wedding gown, face flush from the attention, her appeared remarkably polish, a true image of what a lady should be and represent (she looked the exact opposite has she had looked in your chamber, with her eyes blown wide, face red and hot, heaving from thrills that rushed through her body, hair mused and guard down).

From the corner of your eye you could see Rhaenyra with a sneer that seemed to have never left her face throughout the ceremony, next to her was her uncle who bore a very similar expression to his niece, clutching tightly on to a globet of wine – that had been refilled many times during the duration of the feast (has had yours).

Has the party spined around you stood in place, thoughts of the one you loved filling your mind with every breath you took – when Visery’s intentions of who he was going to marry reached you, you couldn’t help but run to Alicent, that, upon finding you frazzled and crying, took you into her waiting arms.

Once more you mourned the fact that you were not a bird, that you could not fly away with her to a place where your wings couldn’t be clipped and your songs could be ones of love and not grief; you grieved having not been born a Targaryen, a villain with a huge beast to whisk away your dear maiden and selfishly take her for yourself.

You had nothing but Alicent’s heart, such a fragile gift she gave to you – under the weirwood tree that you had spent summer’s laying upon, you exchanged, that same godforsaken day, your vows; not to the Seven, not to the Old Gods, not to any higher power that controlled destinies and traced life’s to hear but only to eachother, uniting yourselves forever, growing unshakable roots in to one another.

The sweet memory faded from your mind, the shrill giggles of the maidens piercing your ears as a rude noble announced with glee and perverseness the begging of the bedding ceremony.

Quietly you got up, not even sparing a minute longer glancing at the scene, abandoning the warmth and jubilee of the banquet hall, your feet tracing, morosely and slow, the halls of the castle, leading you deeper into silence, into the cold of the night.

It was now fully fall, all the birds had left and all the trees adorned red - from a distance you could no longer hear the sounds of the party, the only noises came from the rustle of the wind and the creek of the burning lights.

The sharp wind made your face grow cold but it also took away the tears in your eyes so, sniffling, you continued your way, wanting total solitude and peace.

Finally, when you seemed to not be able to walk any longer while bearing the pain in your heart you stopped, looking up at the sky you could see the moon and stars, you could see Alicent’s face, her brown eyes and her soft gasps - so there you stayed, enchanted by the visions of her, praying with a plagued mind for a better future.

Right there, on the day of her weeding, in the cold of the fall, you made a promise to the skies and everything above and below them; that, for ever and ever, has long has you were allowed to, you where to remain forever on her side.

On the linen of Visery’s chamber, looking up at the wooden panel of the king’s bed, Alicent also only thought of you and has the moon shone brighter she too made the same promise has yours.

For a moment the world grew quieter and has sleep overtook the pair of you, you were joined, for now and once more, in dreams, holding on to one another, in the courtyard, while summer bloomed again.

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౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ gingerbread tea | spencer reid - drabble

— word count: 576

summary: Cozy moments spent with Reid has he takes care of your cold.

⤷ spencer reid x gn!reader

a.n: just fluff to cheer you all up in this cold days. tell me your thoughts down below and don't forget to like and reblog! :))

warnings ! - none, sickness but its just a common cold haha.

“Name of a Greek philosopher starting with an H.” you yelled over your shoulder “ten letters.” you finished with a huff, scrambling your head for the gosh darn name.

Reid sneaked behind you “Heraclitus.” he whispered near your head, setting down a cup of gingerbread tea in the coffee table in front of you, his hand petting your hair has he passed.

“You know doing the crosswords is no fun when you know everything so fast,” you started, reaching for the warm stemming cup in front of you “it should take time, pondering, musing even -” your aimless ramble was interrupted by a fit of heavy coughs and Spencer sighed, sitting next to you on the soft brown couch and taking your temperature with his hand.

“Has anybody ever told you that you talk to much?” he asked with a soft, small smile on his face that made the conner of his eyes ever so slightly wrinkle.

“Well, just about anybody who has ever had the pleasure to have known me.” you cheekily replied, mumbling due to the strain on your sore throat, flipping your eyes across the crosswords journal page.  

“You should be resting,” he moved the crossword away, siting closer to you “otherwise you will never get better.” his voice was warm, filled with a worry that made your heart melt.

“Ah you are such a sucker for rules agent! If that’s the case you should not be sitting this close to me – up now, go away, you can’t risk getting sick, if that happened Hotch would come in here and surely do the job of killing me, something this mere common cold cannot do.”

He laughed, getting even closer, his nose bumping into yours “I don’t mind sacrificing my health if that means you will be well taken care of sweetheart, and you don’t need to worry about Hotch, he might seem mean and grumpy but that is all just for show.”

“Besides,” he tackled you, making you both lay on the couch, you laughed, looking up at him has he continued speaking “I could use a few vacation days, especially if they are spent with you.”

Giggling you buried your face into his neck, his cold skin soothing your feverish body “I think I like that vacation idea – you getting sick to achieve it not so much mister, you got to stay healthy and strong to catch all of those bad guys!” you said humorously, gazing into his eyes fondly.

He laughed - the sound of it made you melt, even after all this time you could feel butterflies in your stomach – and stroked your cheek, flush due to the fever and his proximity.

“Alright now, you keep getting warmer, its time for you to really take a nap.” you huffed at his words mumbling a soft “no” as he picked you up out of the couch and took you in to his arms, down the softly lit hallway.

He looked down, his brown eyes firm and safe “Don’t worry, I will be there when you wake up.” - sometimes you forgot he was a truly amazing profiler, a young prodigy that could read you and your emotions better than anyone, sometimes even better than you yourself.

“Promise?” you said, groggy with sleep, eyes fluttering shut.

“Promise.” he replied, covering you with the soft bedroom duvet, laying next to you and kissing your forehead – his arm wrapping around your body with tenderness and care.

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౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ eyeshadow | jackie taylor

— word count: 1.1k

summary: You and Jackie pre-game and get ready before a party, new experiences take place.

⤷ jackie taylor x reader

a.n: my first fic on this site! this one is sortaaaa angsty. tell me your thoughts down below and don't forget to like and reblog! :))

warnings ! - some very ignorant comments about being gay but Jackie and reader are just in gay denial lol.

“You have got to do pink lipstick – and then layer with some sort of shimmering lipgloss.” Jackie mumbled, her breath hitting your face while she plucked your eyebrows with alarming precision.

The music was lulling softly out of the speakers of her old radio, a pop tune by an artist you couldn’t quite identify despite the name being at the tip of your tongue and the room was warm, embedded in soft golden lighting and smelling like the vanilla and apple caramel candles that Jackie had lit.

You frowned at Jackie’s words, moving your head slightly out of her grasp - her hands followed, cupping your cheeks and smoshing them together.

“C’mon do not give me that pouty face! Tonight might be the night, aren’t you excited?” - she exclaimed, getting back to her proficient (albeit painful) work.

“I guess,” you replied “it’s just that… I mean, I’m nervous that’s all - what if like, I do something wrong?” the last words were whispered leaving your mouth with uncertainty.

“Whatever could you do wrong? You are a pretty girl and any guy would be very lucky to kiss you – there is no “wrong”, – she stepped away, making air quotes with her fingers – in this kind of thing, it’s very natural and trust me, by what Jeff said the guy isn’t even all that experienced, he will probably just leave the party feeling pretty lucky to have kissed a cute girl and brag about it to his friends for like, a week, and that’s it.”

“Jesus, I don’t want him to talk to his friends! Probably gonna tell them how I can’t french kiss and make disgusting comments – oh man I really don’t feel like doing this.” You groaned felling your face warming up with embarrassment.

Jackie stared at you, her brown eyes twinkling in confusing, “I thought you liked the guy, you were so excited at school, talking about getting you first kiss and all that;” - she breathed in, tucking some strands of hair behind your ear and continued - “look the entire team is gonna be there and you don’t have to feel pressured to do anything, besides, if you are that desperate, I can show you some stuff.”

“Some stuff?” you inquired, tilting your head, lips parting slightly.

“Yeah, some stuff,” she laughed “I can kiss you, tell you what to do and not do, it won’t even count as a first kiss because were both girls see? So you can still have you first with Jeff’s guy – what has his name again? Andrew? Something with an A for sure…”

She was lost in thought, trying to recall whatever’s name as you stared at her, at her black floral dress, her heart pendent, her rosy cheeks – and soft pink lips.

“Sure, that would be nice,” you ended up saying, snapping her out of her thoughts, her brown eyes melting at your words “besides, it’s what you said, it won’t even count cuz we are both girls, right?”

“Yeah,” she said, pursing her lips. She sat up straight “alright, close your eyes, get ready,” she whispered has you did just that, letting your lashes flutter shut “so, he is probably gonna lean in fast – he is gonna be nervous the first time, so you got to be ready, its crucial for his ego – and brush his lips against yours.”

Jackie closed the gap, your lips touching, ghosting, softly brushing against eachother – then without warning she pressed her lips against yours in a long peck, her gloss sticking on to your mouth.

You could feel her warmth and your hands were hitching to grab her and pull her closer, to tangle themselfs in her auburn hair, destroying the curls she had spent so much time perfecting.

She moved away, frazzled, and got closer to you on the pink duvet cover of the bed, grabbing you by the neck and mumbling lowly, “Now I’m gonna use some tongue,” another mumble “so follow my lead.”

Your lips joined, once more, but now she was moving them, velvety and slow, on instinct (I guess after all kissing was truly natural) you opened your mouth, letting her tongue slip inside meeting yours - both meshing in wanton need.

You could feel her body pressing down on yours so, ever so slowly, you lowered yourself on to the bed, her lips never leaving yours – she has on top of you, holding your cheeks, your legs were tangled together and one of your hands rested on her back, the other in her head.

She pulled back, both of you breathing heavy, her hand brushing through your face and your eyes meeting eachother in an deep understanding you couldn’t quite get – and then she has on you again, her lips, her hands, her heat, her smell, the artificial taste of her lipgloss that you could feel on tip of your tongue along with the brush of her long eyelashes on your cheeks, when she drew in closer.

The two of you did not stop, both in a warm rosy bubble of softness and despair until the honk of Shauna’s car sounded outside, the noise slipping through the window and awakening you out of your drunken stupor.

Quickly and muffled you heard the steps of Mr. Taylor on the first flight of the stairs calling for you and Jackie to get down – the room has cold now, evolved in blue light and the smell of the candles has beginning to be too much; breathing heavily Jackie rolled of the top of you, you watched her has she got up, shaking her curls, now messy with hairs standing up, and breathed in a laugh.

“Oh my God, we haven’t even finish your makeup.” she seemed frazzled looking around her room for something, anything “Shauna is here so early! Jesus, what time even his it?” turning around she grabbed her dainty alarm clock, checking the time.

“10:38? Ok, I can work with that, I’m gonna tell Shauna to come up, there’s is still time to fix your hair and do the eyeshadow.” she steeped closer passing her hands through your head – they were shaking, you tried to catch her eyes but she turned grabbing her jacket and heading for the bedroom door.

“I’m gonna go downstairs,” her hand was curled tightly around the doorknob and she gave you a tilted smile “please curl your lashes and start painting you nails, that way it’s going to be much quicker, and we can get there on time.”

With that she left, leaving you on the bed, watching the shadows of the room and staring at the snuffed-out candles, burnt all the way out.

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