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illicit affairs [doctor strange] part 1

an (not story related): so i never posted anything marvel related before and i had completely different story to post but due to situation with matthew gray gubler (the criminal minds fandom tried to cancel him many times, but this one makes me really icky and weird, also i have decided to be in middle ground in this because the girl is said to be lying but i don’t know doesnt feel right and of course ALWAYS BELIEVE THE VICTIM) i do not feel like posting CM content for a while. hopefully if you read any of my CM stories you will enjoy this one as well <3

summary: from a journalist to a sorcerer, willow still got on stephen’s nerves. but can they ignore their hatred for each other when a bigger power comes against them? or will their new discovered feelings stand in the way? (post endgame)

stephen strange x original female character

warnings: none

words: 2593

“he’s got all” said out loud one of the guards.

that could mean only one thing. stephen was dead. there was no way in hell he would give up the time stone without giving up his life. willow’s chest tightened even more than before when the thought of him being dead came to her mind. it was like everything just stopped in that moment. there was nothing else around her just silence. she hated every fiber of that man’s body but realizing he is very likely dead crushed her. he was her main source of money and that was the only thing she liked about him. his arrogance annoyed her and his selfishness and narcissism gave her icks even in her sleep. but for years she chased him around the hospital he worked in to ask about the best stories he had about his medical cases so she could write stories about them and get on front page of the new york times every time she had chance. the readers loved stories about the amazing dr strange who saved one person after another. but then after his accident there were no more medical cases and it seemed like he vanished from the surface of the planet earth for months. every day she went to his apartment building knocking on his door and there was never any answer. 

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i don’t think spencer saw gideon as his father figure

(if someone made similar post or anything like that please let me know)

SPOILERS ALERT

so i’ve decided to rewatch criminal minds, you know as one does. and seeing all the early episode with gideon in them made me realize something. i think that a big majority of CM fandom can agree on the fact that spencer is on the autistic spectrum (i am not expert in these things and got most of them from places such as tiktok so please excuse anything i may say wrong and feel free to call me out on them i definitely wanna learn the correct way). but from what i noticed on gideon is that i personally believe he may be on the spectrum too. he has a very special interest - birds. he’s also very socially awkward like we can see in reid. and i think it also makes him a very good profiler because he can pay attention to the smallest details.  so i think that they both belong on the spectrum. 

and why do i think that reid doesn’t see him as a father figure? after seeing season 1 episodes many times by now i started noticing some stuff in more detail than i did when i saw it for the first time. but today i noticed this gideon thing more particularly. and therefore i think that spencer sees gideon as perhaps himself or as someone who suffers from the same issues as he does. and that’s why when gideon left and later died it hurt spencer very much because it felt like a piece of him died. and also it could be the reason why spencer started acting more like gideon in later seasons. it could be that as he was getting older he saw more and more gideon in him and he started acting like him. 

and also i think that hotch is more of a father figure to spencer than gideon. 

(i will try and update this if i see more of this as i continue in rewatching) 

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terrors (spencer reid) - oneshot

summary: you have terrible reoccuring nightmare that doesn’t allow you to sleep propely, when you remember spencer telling you that he could help you. so once in the middle of the night your rush to his house to seek comfort, understanding and hopefully answers

an: this idea must have been written like billion times, but i wanted to try it too. hopefully you like it <3

words: 4230

warnings: mention of death 

(gif not mine) 

cold sweat streamed down your forehead onto your pillow. heavy breathing filled your room and you felt like as if all your limbs were nailed down to the bed. this was 5th night in a row you woke up like this in the middle of the night. unable of any sort of movement, scared to death with a pool of sweat on the pillow. you lay there, the only thing filling the room were your heavy breaths as you tried to breathe through another nightmare. they were all the same, the same scenario every night with the same ending all the time. the next stream of the sweat was joined by a single tear that has escaped your eye. this was the first time you cried. you felt hopeless, you’ve already had enough, all you wanted to do was curl up into a little bundle and cry till the morning. but at this point your limbs were still nailed to the mattress and it now felt like someone was pinning them down in order to keep you in the same position. after quiet a while your arms started to loosen up a bit and you had the strenght to bring them up to your face to wipe your tears and sweat with the sleeve of your jumper. with the help of your arms you sat yourself up and looked around the dark room. you light up the bedside lamp and sat yourself at the corner of your bed. you took your phone and looked at the time. 2:13am. you weren’t even asleep that long. you just got back home from a case and the only thing you wanted to do was to sleep till the sun rose up, hoping the exhaustion from the week long dreadful case would not give you nightmares but you were wrong, the exhaustation made it even worse. as you placed the phone back at the night stand your eyes caught a glimpse of a picture that was standing at the table. it was you, penelope and spencer at one of those doctor who conventions were garcia dragged you because you apparently needed some fun in your life. your eyes were pinned on spencer who has earlier that week noticed your lack of sleep due to you having not 2 but 4 cups of coffee a day. he told you that you can talk to him anytime you felt like you need to talk. this is the perfect time to call him or text him since you would welcome a little bit of company, but why wake him up at 2 in the morning because of some stupid nightmare. but those nightmares aren’t stupid, you thought. you picked up the phone again and opened your contacts. spencer’s name was shinning on you now and you had a big compulsion to click on the little phone sign and call him. you realized it was not the brightest idea so you put the phone down again and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. you took few big sips from the glass while looking out the window and mentally debating whether to call spencer or not. after finishing the whole glass you went back into your room and sat down at the bed. you closed your eyes for few seconds to calm yourself down. it helped a little so you lay back on the bed, turned off the light and let the darkness fill up the room again. it was time to try to go back to sleep. you felt your heart pound with fear as if you were about to slay a dragon. you closed your eyes but your chest started to feel more and more heavy, you felt like someone was standing in your corner watching you fall asleep. your eyes shot open and you stared the door right in front of you. this can’t go on forever, what are you going to give up on sleeping ever again? that’s not possible. you already hated yourself for what were you about to do but you still proceeded with doing so. you stood up from the bed, took the nearest pants you could find, put your shoes and made your way towards your apartment’s door. the second you placed your hand on the door knob you regretted doing it. spencer’s apartment was just couple blocks away from yours and you have decided to run there and seek help. it was crazy idea, but after all spencer told you that you can talk to him at any time you want. hopefully he meant 2am as well. you locked your door after you left and from there you just ran. it was scary even for a trained fbi agent like yourself. dc streets weren’t so pleasing at this time of the day and many dark alleys scared the crap out of you. it though was less scary then falling asleep and having the same dream again. you ran fast as you could and your breathing was getting heavier with each step you took. you reached spencer’s apartment building and it felt like god wanted you to see spencer because the second you reached the door one of his neighbors was leaving and you had time to get inside before the door shut. you have been here before, spencer has invited you over for a cup of coffee after you joined the team. it was really sweet of him and after that you started to create a bond with him. even though you spent every free time you had with penelope you always felt like you and spencer were closest on the team. after walking up 3 flights of stairs and catching your breath you reached his apartment door. at this point you realized how insane this whole thing was. you don’t just show up at someone’s door at 2am in order to ask them if they can help you get over a nightmare. it felt like as if you were 5 again and you were scared to let your mom know you have wet your bed. you stood there for good 5 minutes before you even raised your hand to knock. you questioned whether to knock or not. what if he will be angry that you woke him up and you will ruin a good running friendship. you breathed in as much air as possible to try to calm yourself down before you finally knocked. first time you knocked 3 times, pretty quietly but after you got no response for a while you knocked another 2 times but little louder now. after you knocked the last time you could hear a very irritated sigh. you could feel he looked at you through the peephole, while also he started unlocking the door.“y/n, is everything ok?” he asked in a very sleepy but seemingly worried voice.“i need to talk” you said firmly.“can this wait, it’s like 3 in the morning. you should rest we just got home.” he rubbed his eyes to see you better.“yeah, that’s the problem. can i please come in?” you felt like you were forcing him to invite you in but there was no way you let him sent you home after you ran the distance without even talking to him.“i mean, yeah come in” he moved away from the doorway and let you in.you looked around his dark apartment, walking towards his couch. you sat down and waited for spencer to join you. your leg started bouncing from the nerves. spencer sat down and for a moment he just looked down at the floor, it seemed like he was trying to wake himself up.“i’m so sorry i woke you up, i-i just remembered that you told me that i can talk to you about anything at anytime” you tried to smile at him but his eyes were still focused on the floor beneath you.“i didn’t really mean 3 in the morning but of course.” he whispered to himself but due to the complete silence of his apartment you could hear it loud and clear.“what do you wanna talk about?” he now finally turned at you his eyes now had a very visible worriness in them.“i had another one” you said quietly.“another what?” his eyebrows have furrowed.“nightmare.”“do you want to tell me what’s it about? maybe i can help you if i know what’s really going on in there” he smiled, still looking worried as hell.“it’s the same thing over and over again. do you remember that case about 3 months ago, in sacramento it was i think” you looked up at him to see if he was following.“of course” he nodded.“well it’s that case. it starts with us chasing the unsub’s car through the town and then stopping in front of the old building. me and hotch run in and you with jj follow. just like in real life i run up the flight of stairs, but what’s different is that when i get up the stairs its just one big empty room with little girl sitting right in the middle. i yell back at all of you to come upstairs but no one answers as if i was alone in the building. i slowly walk up to the girl and when i try to talk to her she points to the door at the other side of the room. i walk there and every single time i open the door it’s the same image. all of you there, dead. while i stare at you the girl comes up to me and says that this is all my fault. and then she keeps repeating it over and over again until i wake up.” you could feel your voice trembling, your hands shaking and you were pretty sure your eyes were already tearing up.there was a dead silence in the room. you didn’t know what spencer was thinking about what you’ve said. you were too afraid to look up, to see his embarrassed face. he wasn’t the best about opening up about his feelings. whenever he opened up it ended up in morgan making jokes and spencer always ending up burrying his worries again. he has built walls around his problems and the only person he has ever fully opened up to were you. that’s why he told you that if you have more nightmares you can come to his house. but at this point you felt as if you told him more he can bare or help you with. for a split second you looked up to see if he was red in the face or if he was staring back at you, but his eyes were pinned on the coffee table that was in front of his couch you two were sitting on. you could see that his eyebrows were furrowed, he was for sure thinking what to say next to not make this even more awkward then it already was. “would you like a cup of tea?” he mumbled fast. “yeah, why not” you smiled, not expecting him to see you do that.  you kinda knew why he asked you if you want tea. he wanted to go to the kitchen to be alone and to process what you said and what he should say next. it seemed like his genius brain wasn’t so fast when you wake him up at 3 in the morning and you unload all that’s on your mind. especially if that what’s on your mind involves his and your team’s death. you too had to process the fact that you just told spencer about the nightmare. until this point it felt like your brain went 100 miles per hour and all the decisions that brought you here were made by your brain without you being present. you still felt the pain in your chest after running the entire time from your apartment to spencer’s. maybe this was the perfect time to release the air that has been stuck in your lungs ever since you arrived. you felt like you just finished running marathon. if someone told you that you’d have a recurring nightmares about your closest friends dying everynight maybe you’d think twice about joining the BAU. but at the end of the day it’s better that you have someone like spencer to talk to, you don’t have to go through this alone. you’re basically surrounded by people who had the same problems as you’re having now. when spencer noticed that you’re not sleeping well and you told him that it is bad dream that keeps you up at night he reassured you that you’re not the only one suffering and if you talked to literally anyone on the team they’d help you. it made you feel much more safe, even though you felt the most comfortable opening up about to spencer. he was the one who noticed that you’re not doing well. you considered asking hotch or rossi about it but something in your mind was telling you that you’d be a bother to them since they haven’t noticed. your breath was starting to calm down and for a second you decided to close your eyes to calm yourself completely before spencer returns from the kitchen. as soon as you opened your eyes and fixed your sight on the streetlight outside of his window you could hear spencer’s footsteps coming closer and closer. you looked up and saw spencer with two cups in his hands standing above you. you stood up to help him but he shook his head and placed down the cups himself. you almost immidiately took one of them into your hands and the scent of mint hit your face pretty hard. it might’ve woken up every fiber of your body. maybe it was spencer’s intention to perhaps wake himself up to be able to listen to you. but even after he brought the tea the room felt silent again. you could hear occasional sipping from spencer’s side of couch. you didn’t take any sip from your tea yet as if you were scared he put poison in it. spencer coughed with which he caught your attention. “so, um, it’s always the same dream?” he didn’t look at your, his eyes fixated on the painting in front of him.  "yep. always the same,“ you nodded your head.  "why do you think you always have nightmare about that particular case? did you make a mistake or something? because i remember we caught the unsub pretty fast and without any more victims,” now he was facing you and it seemed like he wanted you to do the same so you can have meaningful conversation.  "i don’t know. i remember being pretty frightened, don’t know why though. we had gone to an abandoned building before. i don’t know if i was expecting something that might suprise there, or if i was awaiting another victim and that the case would be last even longer than it already did,“ you shrugged your shoulders and you finally gained confidence to take a sip from the tea spencer made you.  "hm, it’s true it was long case. perhaps, i don’t know, maybe you just wanted to go home and now your brain associates that case with long cases and you start feeling home sick,” his two fingers were now resting at his mouth, just like when he’s trying to profile the unsub.  "i don’t usually feel home sick. i haven’t been in washington for that long to feel like that. besides the dream doesn’t stop at home,“you faced him as well and at this point you started to feel comfort because it looked like you were starting to have some sort of brainstorming session just like when you’re out on a case and you trying to figure out what’s going on."you mentioned that you see us dead, right?” spencer has now swallowed really hard almost as he had something stuck in his throat. “yes. that might be the entire problem you know?” he nodded and focused his eyes on your face. it was very obvious he was trying to profile you right then. he kept furrowing his eyebrows, he shifted in his place a lot and he kept noticing small movements on your face. you were both staring at each other, trying to profile the other one. spencer was in very obvious discomfort, but you weren’t sure why just yet. it could be the awkwardness of the situation and conversation but it could also be that his brain was working way faster now and he was trying to put together your dream as if it was a puzzle.  "y/n, i don’t need to be rude right now but, didn’t you see or hear some girl’s voice and didn’t write in the report. something you might’ve forgotten? or tried to forgot and could be coming back haunting you in your dreams?“ you felt how your eyes widened now that he said that. you went over both the dream and real life case in your head, trying to remember if you saw or heard something. you bit your lower lip in concentration but even after replaying both scenes in your head over and over again you couldn’t remember anything. it was just a regular end of the case. you came to the abadoned building, raided the place, found the unsub, arrested him and few hours later you were back on the plane to D.C. nothing unsual. now you were the one in discomfort. your discomfort was even more obvious then spencer’s because you kept tilting your head back, your leg started bouncing from trying to remember everything that happened and at one point you had to close your hands into fists because you felt how they started shaking.  "hey, look if you want we could do the cognitive interview. if you’re comfortable to comeback there,” spencer placed his hand on your shoulder and it felt like he just awoken you from some sort of trance.  "um, i don’t know,“ you shook your head and looked down from his face. "do you feel comfortable enough to relive it all again? i mean, nothing bad happened but it might make the nightmares worse,” his hand was still on your shoulder now it seemed like he was trying to bring himself to stroke it a bit. “yeah, you’re right, let’s not do the cognitive,” you nodded and his hand has left your shoulder. and another silence. this wasn’t how you always imagined it would go if you came over to his house for comfort. in your head it always sort of more talkative and understanding. what you were doing there wasn’t that much understanding. you came to seek comfort and spencer wasn’t quiet sure how to provide that for you. he stopped looking at you again and focused on the library behind you. it looked like he was searching for something specific. it was dark in the room, only the streetlight from the outside provided some sort of light in the room, so you weren’t really sure how he searches for anything that far away in such a darkness. after all it’s spencer reid, he probably knows where anything is in this apartment and he knows the names of all books he owns and where exactly to search for them. after a while he stood up and walked over to the library he was scanning these last couple minutes. he started taking out books and browsing the pages in them. it lowkey brought some sort of calmness, the turning of the pages, his finger trailing down the list and his subtle mumbling of the words. you closed your eyes and listened to what he was doing. a good while has passed since you last talked and you were slowly falling asleep, but you shook of the sleep as soon as you felt your body getting weaker, you didn’t want to fall asleep on his couch and then waking up in pure terror when the girl is gonna repeat it was your fault over and over again. when you sat up straight again you remembered something from when you were younger. you knew that what you wanted to ask for right now was way out of spencer’s comfort zone so it took few moments to rethink if it was really something you would like to try.  "spencer?“ you heard how he closed the book the second you spoke up. "is everything okay?” he walked over to the couch again to check up on you.“i just remembered something…” he sat down awaiting something related to your nightmares. “it’s nothing from the dream. i just remembered that when i was younger and i had a nightmare of some sort my mom would… you know what nevermind it’s too much to ask for. i don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable,” you quickly stood up from the couch getting ready to leave and go deal with the dreams on your own, but spencer stood up as well and his body blocked yours from making any other move. “what is it? i’m sure it can’t be that bad,” he chuckled a little.  "hm, okay. uh when i was little my mom would always take me to her bed and cuddle me until i fell asleep,“ you tried to say is quietly as you could so he wouldn’t hear you. "sorry, but i didn’t hear you,” he raised one of his eyebrows. “my mom would cuddle me until i fell asleep. and then the bad dreams went away,” you could feel your face getting red from all the embarrassment. “would you like to try it? i mean it wouldn’t hurt trying, if you say it stops the bad dreams,” spencer shrugged his shoulders. “unless you are 100% comfortable with it,” maybe this is is gonna ruin your friendship with spencer, you thought. “i am. after all it was me who suggested you coming here if you had nightmares. so it’s worth of trying since you came all this way here at this hour,” his hand was again on your shoulder. you nodded and looked back up at him. the comfortable look on his face reminded you that you have nothing to fear when he’s there and that he is willing to do anything to help you out. you both nodded and spencer led the way to his room. he helped you lay down and then imidiately laid down next to you. at first it was bit awkward none of you knew how to start and what to do. somewhere in a back of your mind you could hear morgan’s voice making jokes about how you’re probably the first person to be in his bed with him but you choose to ignore it. “so, want to do this?” spencer asked again and you nodded in agreement. he lifted his left arm and suggested you place your head on his chest. you did as he asked and then he slowly put down his hand over your shoulders. both of you were scared to make any move, not to disturb the other. you could feel spencer grasp tightening and your head getting more comfortable on his chest. you haven’t been in this position in a while and to be true, you missed it a lot. you could feel your bones and muscles to start resting slowly but surely. his hand was easily stroking your arm to help you rest even more. “you know what, i’d feel much better if someone did this with me back when i had nightmares,” spencer tried to break the ice and was succesful when you laughed at what he said.  "thank you, really. i can’t imagine anyone else from the team to do this,“ you smiled and looked up at him. "there’s nothing to be thankful for, i am doing this as your friend. you know, everyone on the team has the tendency to bury their feelings and i do it too, but when i saw you hurting and not feeling well i thought i might help a bit since i’ve been through this as well. if this won’t help, or even if it will, i can give you some books on how to handle it, i have read few myself and seems like i do not need them anymore. and if the books won’t help but this will, don’t be scared to comeback more often, i’ll be always willing to help you out even if it means cuddling,” his voice was soothing and he even chuckled a bit in the end.  you said thank you one more time but more quietly. you made yourself comfortable even more and after a while you allowed yourself to fall asleep. you felt safe as if nothing can hurt you when you were in spencer’s arms. and it was true it helped a lot. you slept through the night without the dream coming back. the morning was much better and you even wanted to go back to work again. over the next couple of months the dream cameback once or twice though, but when it did comeback you always rushed over to spencer’s who had already prepared with one spare pillow on his bed and helped you fall asleep safely again.

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under the stars • spencer reid {one - shot }

word count : 1439

warnings : none

like after every case you had a few hours, usually a night off before flying back to d.c. and tonight wasn't different. the case was solved, unsub was in custody and you and the team had a few hours for yourself.

you usually spent those few hours either alone or with spencer just wandering around the town. you had planned to do that tonight as well but spencer told you earlier today that he has something planned for you.

back in your hotel room you got ready, after all you're not gonna go on a date in clothes you chased the unsub in. spencer was already waiting for you in front of your room door. he offered you his elbow and you happily accepted it. on your way out of the hotel you saw the team in hotel bar, pushing thoughts of last case back into their mind with help of alcohol. you didn't have to care about those thoughts now, you had spencer by your side and you were sure in for a wonderful night.

with spencer all bad thoughts and memories from horrific cases you see each week were suddenly gone, like those cases never even happened. there sure were there but spencer's hug, kiss or just his hands holding yours buried them deep down in your brain. it was like he was your medicine against nightmares.

you made your way downtown, walking hand in hand, talking about all sorts of things. spencer hasn't stopped talking from the moment you left the hotel door. he always had something to say. he usually pointed at things and told you about everything he has read about each place. as always you were amazed, it has amazed you even after all the years of knowing him, how much he has to say. he remembers everything to detail, but that's of course his eidetic memory. he would also made up these little stories about those places just to make you smile or laugh, but you obviously knew they weren't real, it was his way to bring you to smile, and gosh how much he loves when you smile. best stories were the ones that had a touch of his favorite halloween, scary little stories he made up so he can pretend he's protecting you against bad spirits surrounding you.

you had walked for a quiet a while and you at this point has wondered where in the hell is spencer taking you. it was pretty far away from the hotel, which was unusual because you

mostly stayed around the hotel area. but not today, today he had dragged you almost all across the town. it was a small town so everything was technically close to each other but of course getting somewhere on feet always takes longer. but after a short while you had arrived to your destination.

spencer stood you in front of the big, white building that you had recognized from before. it was observatory, where you came to question a suspect at the beginning of the week.

"i thought we could have a private visit. just you and me" he smiled and lead you to the door.

the observatory was indeed empty. only the exhibitions were lit up, creating a path to the main room of the observatory. you stepped inside and spencer helped you take off your bag and coat that he placed next to door, so you have your hands empty.

he took you by hand and slowly started walking down the lit up path. the walls were covered with facts about planets and universe in general. the space always fascinated you and you told about it to spencer on many occasions, so it wasn't that much big of a suprise when he brought you here. as you walked down to the main hall, spencer wouldn't stop talking about the beginning of universe. by the time you got to the door he had told you the entire history of space. he stopped you before you could enter the door.

he stood in front of you, with biggest grin on his face. you knew that there was gonna be something magical behind the door, but spencer's smile just confirmed it. this may be the best date ever, you thought

"everything behind this door is just for you y/n. so let it sink in, enjoy it. all i know is that it's gonna be beautiful and that you're gonna love it" his smile kept growing with each word that left his mouth.

right before he opened the door he kissed you gently on your lips. the door opened and you were welcomed by a purple lightning coming from the hall. you entered the room and immidiately looked up. the whole ceiling was filled with stars, constellations, planets. it felt like you were there in space. tears filled your eyes, no one has ever done anything like this for you.

for a second you looked down and saw spencer in the hall as well, looking at you with the biggest smile in the whole world. you immidiately rushed to him and gave him the biggest yet most gentliest, filled with love kiss. your arms wrapped around his neck, his right hand softly placed on your cheek and his other arm wrapped around your waist. after the kiss you both looked up to see all the stars above you. the whole ceiling was filled with them. your body was full of emotions you never felt all at once.

"i love you" you whispered to spencer when you looked into his eyes that were reflecting all the colors of galaxies that were floating above you.

"i love you too, y/n" his forehead touched yours and his hips started slowly sway into sides.

this was his nodd for you to slowly start dancing. you closed your eyes to comprehend everything that's happening. this was the happiest and most in love you ever were. you stood there under the stars, wrapped in spencer's arms, slowly swaying to music that was only playing in your minds. you could cry but you didn't wanna ruin this perfect moment.

after a while spencer suggested that you two would lay down on ground and that way get a better look at star-filled roof. you layed there his hand under your head to keep you more comfortable. he started poiting at constellations and naming them. the fact that he remembered all of this because of you made your heart fill with warmth.

"and that right there is cassiopeia, it was named after a queen in greek mythology. she was boasted about her unrivaled beauty. i bet if you were alive back then she'd have a rival and would probably lose because if anything, your beauty in our modern world is unrivaled" oh, how much you love when spencer flirts with facts.

he told you probably everything there is to know about space. he obviously has done his homework before coming here.

after what felt like hours he jumped back on his feet and dragged you up as well.

"before we leave, let's dance one more time" he said in the calmest voice possible.

you didn't hesitate and immidiately put your left hand on his back and your right hand into his left hand. your face was buried in his chest and his right hand was chasing down your lower back. you slowly danced to the sound of spencer's humming. he was humming your favorite song, that he loved dance to with you. if you were cheesy enought you would've called it your song. he spinned you under his hand, kissed your neck gently and tried to make you laugh all while dancing around the room.

after the dance he pulled you in for another kiss. you could feel all the passion and love in his kiss. he couldn't have ended the already perfect night with anything else.

on your way out of the observatory he spinned you a few times making you almost fall into his arms.

"thank you for all of this. i gotta be honest but it was the best date in the whole world. god, how much i love you dr reid" you smiled at him and you could see how he blushed.

"anything for my star. i love you too agent y/l/n" he smiled back and kissed your cheek.

the sun was already rising when you left the building. you got a few hours of sleep before leaving with rest of the team back home. although you left the town, the memories of that night stayed with you forever.

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checkmate • spencer reid (one shot)

an: please excuse anything that chess related and it's not correct i have literally no idea how to play chess i had to google everything

summary: you and reid play chess on jet back home from case

warnings: none

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ever since gideon, spencer loves to play chess. after gideon left and you joined the team he's trying to get you to play with him. for months you've been saying no, finding excuses why you're not gonna play with him. it wasn't because you were afraid you're gonna lose and he'll have to see the angry, loser side of you but you were afraid you're gonna break his heart when he's gonna lose against you. you've played chess ever since you were a kid and on every possible ocassion you and your grandfather had a little chess tournament. he thaught you many tricks, how to tell when you're gonna win or lose and most definitely how to not lose. so after months he broke you and you finally agreed on little game of chess.

well it wasn't such a little game. you sat in the back of a jet, face to face, chess board between you. whole team went to sleep except you two. it was a long way home from california so you had all the time in the world to play. the game itself took you 2 hours before you won. when the words checkmate left your mouth, spencer smile disappeared. he then stood up, made his way to other side of the plane and just sat down and looked out of the window. he seemed really offended. turns out you were the only one who beat him in a while. you wore that proud smile for the whole upcoming week and sometimes you felt like that evil smirk made spencer cry at night. 

after he got over you winning he challenged you into more and more games. seemed like he wanted to know all your secrets and you could see he was literally studying your moves. at first he invited you to his favorite park where he played and later on he eve started inviting you over to his apartment, where you'd have a weekend tournaments. if you wanted to hide from the world and just relax this was the perfect spot. you spent hours sometimes even days in spencer's apartment just playing chess. eventually morgan started making fun of you, but every time you or reid invited him to play he started making jokes. it was the signature for you two and people started actually buying you chess related gifts for birthdays or christmas. 

another case was over and you were getting on jet back to dc. you put down your bag and looked around the jet for a place where you could stretch and sleep for a bit. but then you noticed spencer in the back of the jet with chess board in front of him. you knew what was about to go down so you just smiled and went to pour yourself and spencer a cup of coffee. you placed the cup on the table and sat down. 

"i thought we could play, we haven't played all week" it was true, you haven't played ever since the case started.

"do you think you can use it in your advance and win over me?" your laugh was followed by spencer's giggle.

"hopefully" he whispered and he rubbed his hands together as he looked at the board and started figuring out his first move.

you cracked your fingers and looked at spencer. with help of your eyebrows you asked who's gonna be the one who's gonna draw the first move.

"ladies first" he smirked and leaned back to the chair.

you tried to look flattered even though he does it every single time. you looked over every single piece on board and chose the first pawn you slowly dragged from one square to another. it was spencer's move and you could see that he was already doing the math in his brain. you were not as smart as spencer, of course not who could top iq of 187, but you could simply win over his little brain algebra.  it was time for your next move and you knew that every single move you're about to make is gonna define whether you win or lose. you dragged the figure carefully, your eyes pinned both on board and spencer. each of you drawed another moves and the board started looking more messy. there was silence between the two of you. you could hear rossi's breathing and music in morgan's headphones. you were moving your foot to the rhythm of the music. spencer was thinking, his fingers touching his lips, eyebrows furrowed. 

"do you two ever talk?" both of you jumped to the sound of morgan's voice next to you

"chess is not about talking, it's about concentration. that's why you find it boring, you don't have that level of concentration, morgan" spencer teased him.

"yeah sure, pretty boy. let me play with you and we'll see" derek crossed his arms on his chest.

"i could beat you in few moves, it wouldn't be fun" chess apparently brings out some sort of sass in reid. 

"i couldn't win over him. seems like y/n is the only one who can defend genius here" emily joined from afar. 

"hey hotch, can i take few days off so i can train chess and beat pretty boy here?" all morgan received from hotch was not so amused look. 

"it took me years of training morgan. so i don't think you could even bring yourself to checkmate with few hours of training" you smiled at morgan and he pretended to be offended. 

"let's leave the kids play, looks like they have jokes while playing" derek pushed emily out of the way and went back to his seat.

neither of you liked to be disturbed while playing. you liked your quiet and peace. and the tension of course. the tension could be literally cut between the two of you. you felt the end close so it was getting even more and more intense. 

"i.... see checkmate in 13" reid looked up the board up and down, and he did the same with you.

you knew this was the time he starts to read every single one of your draws and that he's starting to study your body language to the detail. it was also time for your poker face, you learned that reid can literally read anything off of you so you also learned how to not allow him that,

"i'm gonna tell you how far i am from checkmate, but it's pretty soon, don't worry" you teased him and leaned foward to the desk.

spencer followed your move and did the same. you felt like that ultimate stare off was on brink and that the end was really really close. you didn't take of your eyes from each other even when you dragged the pieces across board. you loved this part. it decided who's gonna win and how they're gonna win. 

you took your knight between your fingers and placed him right behind his king. there was no way he could escape now. you captured spencer's king and finished the game.

"checkmate!" you yelled, shoot up your arms into the air and woke up the whole jet. 

spencer, defeated, leaned back into his chair and looked outside the window as he does whenever he wins. you smiled at him, seeing he was smiling as well, you went back to your place and got a few uniterupted hours of sleep. that post win sleep is always different. 

after you landed, you went back to spencer and helped him clean up the board back to the box spencer always carried on him. you grabbed your bag and before you and reid could leave he stopped you.

"you're very worhty opponent. i gotta figure out how you do it" he smiled at you and shook your hand

"always a pleasure playing with you, spencer" you winked at him and shook his hand. 

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rest in power king ❤

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this is for literally anyone ❤

here’s a twitter thread of charities related to colon cancer that you can donate to in honor of chadwick boseman (x)

here’s a suicide hotline for if any of you are in need of immediate support (x)

please take care of yourselves and your friends tonight everyone

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hi guys, just wanted to let you know i have created a new blog - @emawatchesmovies - so if you'd like you can go check it out 💓

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i know i'm few days late but since we're all sharing our endgame memories - i got bloody nose in the middle of the movie. like straight up in the middle of the movie my nose started to bleed. idk if my body just knew that bad things are about to come or what but it was a pretty strange situation.... thank god i brought all those tissues for later 😅

#marvel #avengers endgame

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steve rogers in captain america movies (and engame) and steve rogers in other avengers movies are two different people.... change my mind

#captain america #marvel #steve rogers #avengers

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ok but

am i the only one who sees something???

#joe mazzello #bohemian rhapsody

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🔘 i’m in this and i don’t like it

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i never thought this woukd happen but here we are

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Golden Globes 2018 // Oscars 2018 // Oscars 2020 Nominees

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Severus Snape - Good but not nice

I've seen many people in argument using that one sentence, making me flame in rage (sometimes I can calm myself, sometimes I'm a salty bitch): Snape wasn't a good person because of how he acted towards the students.

The pro-Snapes probably already know this, probably not and they don't care but I just have to say this.

BEING A GOOD PERSON DOESN'T EQUAL BEING A NICE PERSON.

It can. These characters are always pure and mostly unproblematic, we can label them as "lawful good", but good, like it or not, isn't always pure, as evil isn't always horrifying and mean. This is why many people fall in love with the villains. They either have questionable moral compass, are very well mannered and generally appear as polite people (known as affably evil) and sometimes even when they have a plan with good intention, it means bad for other people (for example Thanos who looked like he was just a very passionate climate activist but took it the extreme way).

Snape is an example of Good is not nice. Here's why:

Good people look at the big picture and act on wisdom they don't have a problem with being harsh and truthful because they believe it will help while on the contrary nice people just want to avoid conflict and spare people's feelings even if it might make situation worse. Which means they are willing to lie to make themselves look better and others feel better which will not always help. Why does this include Snape? He was harsh and mean, but everything he said was the truth. No matter how hurtful. He didn't need to focus on small details like a few minutes of hurt feelings and making himself look better to anyone. He was constantly worrying about keeping his cover, watching over Harry, looking trustworthy to Voldemort and sometimes even fixing shit Harry or someone else did. He knew he didn't need to prove himself to anyone as long as his actions helped at the end.

Good people think about the future while nice people stay aware of their surroundings. Snape had only one goal in mind. Defeating Voldemort. And keeping Harry safe of course, but these two kind of went hand in hand. Everything he did was in belief it was leading to Voldemort's defeat. His mind was set ahead so he didn't have to look around. Worrying about presence and how he was perceived might complicate things and even slow him down.

Being nice can be temporary and from selfish reasons while doing is always a selfless act. Goodness comes from heart but being nice is just in your mind. People can senmt their mind on being better people, but it will never come just like that. You do good because you feel it's right not because you know it's right. Your good is almost never other people's good. Doing something good is impulse. People don't think. Like jumping in front of a car to save that dog sitting in the middle of the road. Jumping down on the railway in subway to help the person who fell in there. While being nice can be a personality trait and come natural it can be easily faked and calculated. Now I may talk just about about the little things he did in the movies. Covering Cedric's body and protecting the trio with his own body from a werewolf Lupin but more I meant sacrificing his whole life for better cause (Yes, even if it was after an event that made him realize shit. He was not trying to redeem himself, he wanted to fight for what he believed was right and what he believed he had to more as an punishment for his mistakes).

Good person owns up to his flaws, nice person just tries not to have them. This. Snape had flaws. Snape made mistakes. Snape did some bad shit and he knew. He knew it, he realized it, he wanted to make it right, not deny it or make himself look innocent. He was showed, he made mistake joining the Death Eathers when Lily was killed. He realized he could protect her somehow. He chose to live with guilt and took that feeling making it into some kind of motivation why he deserved the life he lived afterwards.

Characters that are good may be antisocial or downright abusive towards new people they or even the ones they already know. They might be against expressing emotions like gratitude friendship and even love and even not offer support when faced with problems. This has nothing to do with their morals or being good and almost everything to do with their personality and their inner selves. Mostly just because they are loners or are afraid of getting close to people either because of what happend to them in the past or they are afraid something might happen to the poeple they care about in near future.

In conclusion what Snape makes a good person is not his behavior, attitude towards students overal "lack of sympathy" (which I still personally believe was just a mask of a very deep sympathy) but his work for greater good and sacrifice for the innocent and no desire of approval or even acknowledgement for his actions.

Being good is about self realization. About doing the right thing even if somebody doesn't agree, even if it hurts someone, even if you're being a little bitch while doing the right things.

The definition of good, as I said, is personal, but generally speaking, good people are good at the core, not necessarily on the outside, because characters can be walking paradox as long as it works.

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ya girl is about to see knives out!!!! wohoooo cannot wait to get obsessed with chris evans all over again!!!!

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wade wilson kidnaps hugh jackman in deadpool 3 bc he’s convinced he’s actually wolverine. he spends the whole movie lugging him around but he’s literally just hugh jackman