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chapter 1 | catharsis

summary: “Is there— is there something you need?” He's kind. He's so kind and his voice is better than she had ever imagined.

All of all the things she could have said, what came out is something else entirely.

“Your hair is shorter.”

w.c: 3.4K

warnings/content: mentions of mass food poisoning; implied unhealthy relationships (it will be explored later); germaphobia; fluff.

A/N: WE'RE FINISHED WITH THE LETTERS! I was too excited to start writing the longer chapters with a detailed narrative. I know it took too long but.... here it is, I hope you enjoy! annnd, they finally meet!

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LETTERS — [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9]

CHAPTERS — [1] [2] [3] . . .

❝Catharsis❞

[n.] THE EXPERIENCE OF EXPRESSING STRONG EMOTIONS THAT PREVIOUSLY WERE BLOCKED.

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“Don't even start, Reid.”

Spencer pursed his lips, shifting on the passenger seat. “I didn't say anything.”

Derek scoffed, “I can hear you thinking.”

“Thought broadcasting is a common phenomenon that happens when one thinks others can hear your thoughts. That is not physically possible. It actually might be a sign of paranoia—”

Derek groaned loudly, begging for the gods above that the traffic went easy on him for five minutes. He needed five minutes to get to the other Interstate. Five. Minutes.

Spencer let out a snicker beside him, having too much fun in being correct as always. He had told Derek beforehand that the safest option would be to take the alternative route, even if that meant it was slightly longer than directly taking the I-95. They still would get to Norfolk University's Student Center faster.

Derek didn't listen to him and here they were, stuck in traffic just as Spencer predicted.

In some way, this was good.

Spencer hated being late to anything, which was why he always double-checks the time so he can get to any place earlier, just to be sure. Just in case. That's him. A pragmatic guy.

But when he heard where the next case was going to be, he backtracked a little.

Spencer has been corresponding with Iris Valencia through letters for the entire month of October. It felt like more, maybe years. He knows that this feeling is quite common for people who had found some sort of connection. They have affinity. A bond, if you will. It explains the reason for your comfort after you've just met someone. You used to be strangers, but you realise they like blueberry muffins too and then you have a coffee date scheduled in the afternoon. It is that simple, sometimes.

Spencer could never relate to that. Well, at least, not before Iris. Although he has never invited her over for coffee and they haven't spoken in person yet.

Yet.

But it felt like it. It felt like he has known her for a long time.

The case was in Norfolk University, 165,7 miles from Quantico. The place Iris worked as a microbiology professor and which she described that her whole department fell sick because of a supposed food poisoning.

That hasn't been the first time a university has had that kind of situation. As she mentioned in one of her letters, the Old Dominion University — another university located in Norfolk — was also on the news about food poisoning. The difference was that it had been only a small group of students that suffered the outcome. NSU had it worst, a large group of people had to be sent to the E.R.

The BAU was called in because of recent deaths in the area. When they eventually connected it to the food poisoning cases happening in the universities, Hotch divided the team into pairs to cover more ground. The suspect list was narrowed down to three students from Norfolk State University.

“What did you say?”

“You and Morgan are off to the M.E's office.” Hotch repeated as they left the precinct.

“You're going to Norfolk State University?” Spencer asked a little dumbfounded. Derek gave him a confused look.

Hotch halted beside the car door, the crease between his brows deepening. “That's where our first victim lived... Reid, are you alright?”

That finally seemed to be the minute Spencer snapped out of it. “Yes,” he said, clearing his throat. “Yes, sorry. I was just making sure. We'll— we'll go now.”

He felt like a thirteen-year-old boy with his first crush. The accelerated heartbeat, the shaky limbs, the sweaty palms. The not knowing what to do and mostly, what Emily always teased him about and what he only recently noticed: his IQ is, in deed, slashed to half when he's attracted to someone.

Spencer had not met Iris yet. But he felt all of those things. Through letters. For the first time in his life he couldn't find a scientific explanation for what he was currently feeling. He hadn’t met her, he hadn't seen her, let alone heard her voice. He's only seen her delicate handwriting with her t's curved at the base and her barely noticeable s's and he was quickly roped to her personality. What Iris shared with him so far, that is.

Spencer studied people for a living. That's a quick way of putting his occupation. He investigated behavior and he entered minds that were just as twisted as the crimes they committed. Some cases stay glued on his brain more than others — it's not like he was able to forget anything, although sometimes he wished he could.

Iris had interested him more than any quantum physics book ever could.

Spencer knows she likes birds. That's one of the first things she shared with him, actually. He also knows that her favorite author is Haruki Murakami and Spencer has read all of her recommendations, he even bought more books besides the ones she mentioned. He knows Iris hates loud noises, clowns and that she takes her coffee black and plain. He knows how much she cares about her students and that she probably loves what she does because of the way she writes about it. He knows that she doesn't believe in magic, but he's determined to change her mind.

To Spencer, Iris was like a book. He had no idea what the cover was like and he had not read the synopsis, but from the first page and on, he decided he wanted to know everything there is to know about the story. He wanted to see if there were small notes at the edges of every page or if there were underlined quotes. He wanted to figure out the mystery before the next chapter arrived, even if the ending might be completely different.

He had come to terms with the fact that he wants to meet her in person for a while now. But Spencer didn't plan when that would happen or if it would happen. He doesn't even know if she would want to meet him.

Now, he was walking into the University she worked at with her letter tucked into his satchel bag as he forced his brain to focus on what was supposed to be focusing on: the case.

"Finally." Emily raised a brow as they walked into the room. According to JJ's message an hour ago, they were talking to the Head of the Biology Department because of a lead on one of the suspects. Hotch and Rossi were speaking with Penelope through the speakerphone in a corner of the room. "Took you long enough."

Spencer shrugged at her jab, pointing at Derek. "I told him, he didn't listen." He was softly shoved in response.

"Shut up, Reid."

"We're waiting for Mark Dawson to come back with a professor who supposedly has some information on Meredith Fitz." JJ clarified before Spencer could question her why they were all reunited in a professor's office. "They're all in class, we don't want to raise too much attention."

"Sorry to keep you all waiting."

A blond man walked into the room with a brunette woman on his trail. He was dressed in a color-coordinated attire, a russet dress shirt with slightly darker khaki pants. A complete contrast with the woman beside him, she wore light blue jeans along with a maroon V-neck sweater vest and a white t-shirt below. Her hair was in a loose bun but some thick curls were falling off. She was tucking them behind her ear constantly.

Spencer noticed she seemed annoyed.

"This is Doctor Valencia, she's our microbiology professor. Meredith is one of her students."

Valencia? As in—

"I can speak for myself." Dr. Valencia said through gritted teeth, shaking hands with every agent. Spencer was too busy sweating like crazy in nervousness to take notice of Emily's and JJ's pointed gaze exchange after the professor's harsh statement towards Professor Dawson. "It's good to meet you, Agents, but I spoke to the police last night, I already gave my formal statement regarding the occurrences of the last week."

The last person to be introduced was him.

He heard something that sounded distinctly like a choked-up sound. He didn't pay much attention until Hotch started conducting questions regarding the case. Because that was what he was focusing on, the case. His hands tingling as she drew hers back, barely giving him a look.

"The FBI?" Iris blinked in surprise. Only now did she seem to really acknowledge everyone in the room. Her shoulders tensed up. "So that wasn't just accidental food poisoning."

"We're investigating that," Hotch said, being vague on purpose. "It came to our knowledge that Meredith Fitz is one of your mentees?"

Iris nodded, running a hand through her face. "Yes, yes, she is. Meredith is, um, completing her master's degree in post-mortem microbiology."

"Does she have access to your lab?"

"All of my students have," Iris said. "We have practical classes." She visibly stiffened. "Is she a suspect?"

“We're looking into it,” Hotch responded.

Iris stepped out of her frozen state, interrupting another question being thrown her away.

“This isn't— This isn't right.” She begun. “Meredith is one of my top students. She's a nice girl, she wouldn't do this.”

Emily nodded sympathetic, “as he said, we are still investigating that information. But we do need to speak with her so that can be clarified.” Before Iris could speak, Mark beat her to it.

“She didn't come to class today, so that won't be possible, will it?” Mark sent a look towards Iris that anyone in the room could read it as a pretty clear insinuation. Iris wasn't paying attention to him, she was lost in her thoughts, gaze focused on a corner of the room.

Spencer was itching to say something, but he stood quiet.

“Neither did Fabian Helley. Another top student of Dr. Valencia here.” He added, leaning back on his desk. “You know, maybe you should investigate this particular pattern.”

Derek let out a sigh. He was done with Dawson's little game. It was clear that the guy was trying to antagonize Iris.

“Sir—”

“Please stop.”

Every eye in the room snapped towards her voice. Iris clutched the back of her arm as if she was trying to give herself some form of grounding. Spencer could see how much she cared for each one of her students. He's read about it, it's all in her letters, but even his coworkers who didn't have that bonus glimpse into her character could tell that.

They could also tell she was greatly bothered by Mark Dawson. And Spencer himself was starting to get bothered by him as well.

“I'll answer your questions and anything else in my office. Is that okay with you?”

Nobody protested against that and Mark stood by his desk, arms crossed much like a petulant child. They followed Iris towards her office while exchanging curious glances. She did answer all of their questions, hesitating slightly whenever the questions were directed towards Meredith Fitz and Fabian Helley, mostly because she did not believe they could have done such a monstrosity as mass poisoning.

“What happened to being a germaphobe, pretty Ricky?” Derek nudged his shoulder, earning a confused look from Spencer. “You shook the professor's hand. Not a single complaint as always.”

“I was being polite.” His cheeks were burning. Did he shake her hand? Thankfully she wasn’t close enough to listen to their conversation.

Derek disguised a chuckle by soft coughing and Spencer glared at him.

"I'd like to apologize about Professor Dawson. He's been on edge ever since all this started." Iris informed as Rossi and Hotch left the room to call Garcia.

"We can see that," Emily smiled reassuringly at her. "If you don't mind me asking, is there a particular reason why he seemed displeased about Fabian Helley?" Iris shifted on her feet and everyone else in the room pretended they were not listening in on the conversation since Emily had approached her in a rather private manner.

Still, Iris did not relent.

"Mark is always displeased by something or someone." It was the last thing she decided to share after pondering to herself.

It wasn't until Hotch came back into the room to send each of them to interview a few other witnesses — except for Spencer, who he requested to start the geographical profile since they had enough cases as of now – that Iris seemed to glance in Spencer's direction.

Dr. Reid, who she shook hands with and didn't even properly notice until now. Iris was generally a perceptive person, she caught things quickly. Though she's having trouble focusing ever since this morning, perks of a bad night's sleep. She blamed that for not realising him sooner, that was the only possible explanation, really. His honey-brown eyes switched to his colleagues as soon as she caught him looking.

Iris’ breath caught in her throat. The Behaviour Analysis Unit is here. Spencer mentioned in one of his letters that he works for the FBI... She truly was slow today, wasn't she?

“Dr. Valencia?”

She snaps out of her daze to stare at a pretty blonde woman in a dark blazer, she wore a blue t-shirt below. Agent Jareau. That's her name.

“Sorry,” Iris cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks heat up at being caught staring at him. She must look like such a creep. “I zoned out. Were you speaking to me?”

She offers her a sympathetic smile before saying, “we don't want to take much of your time. We know you have lectures to teach. Thank you for your patience.”

“No need to thank me, Agent. It's all good.” Just as each of them gave her their farewells, she was stuck in an inner argument about whether or not she should talk to him. It's not appropriate. He didn't even recognize you, wake up.

Not appropriate. Not appropriate. NOT APPROPRIATE.

“Uh, Dr. Reid?” It was barely above a whisper as if she had been scared of saying it too loud. His body turning around fast was the indication she needed that he had heard her. Thankfully, his team was a little further down the hall to notice the small exchange. “Sorry, I don't mean to get in your way—”

She's completely awkward all of a sudden. Iris couldn't grasp her mind that she's been talking to this man for over a month, flirting, trauma bonding and now she couldn’t utter a word without sounding like she didn’t know a word in the English language.

“Is there— is there something you need?” He's kind. He's so kind and his voice is better than she had ever imagined.

All of all the things she could have said, what came out is something else entirely.

“Your hair is shorter.”

Well, fuck, Iris. Congratulations, you have officially made a fool out of yourself!

“I did not intend to say that out loud, I am so so sorry, Spenc— Dr. Reid. I just, I saw a picture of yours because of an article that I read and—”

“Iris.”

“And I—” she froze, watching a smile grow on his lips, which immediately brought warmth to her chest. Somehow, it didn't feel as if he was laughing at her. If he was then it's a beautiful sight to uphold regardless. “Yes?”

“I thought you didn't recognize me.” Spencer bit the inside of his cheek, shifting on his feet. She observed the worn-out sneakers causing her lips to twitch in amusement. One of Iris's assumptions was that Spencer was the kind of guy to wear fancy shoes — it only made sense because of the way he dressed — but that surprised her. At least she’s not the profiler. “You know, we've only been corresponding through letters so I figured you wouldn't...”

Her lips parted in astonishment. “You recognized me?”

His brows furrowed slightly, “yes. Your name is literally on the case file.”

“Oh.”

His eyes softened at her widened eyes as she processed the information. And then his brain pinched him with the fact that that's not how we're supposed to meet. Not because of a case. I'm supposed to invite her for coffee just so I can certify if she actually takes her coffee plain black with barely any sugar on it. Or a library, so we can ramble together about our favourite authors and books.

Not.in.the.middle.of.a.case.

“You probably have a whole file about me, huh?” Her tone was playful and Spencer remembered how he grinned whenever he read her sarcasm through paragraphs of her handwriting. He learned to find Iris's humor through her words. Seeing it displayed right in front of him, full of vivid colors and a voice he tried to imagine for so long what it was like... He's speechless and already addicted to it.

“Our technical analyst probably has.” Spencer croaked out, forcing himself to avert his gaze to his feet instead.

Iris’s eyes acquired a spark of excitement.

“Is that the one with the clingy hugs?”

Spencer let his mouth quirk up on the edges, “yes. That's Penelope.”

“So you know all of my dark secrets before we even share them to each other.” He could hear her playful tone that carried a bit of uncertainty in the end.

“I have no reason to read your file,” Spencer said. Because he didn't. Not unless she was an official suspect. “So no, I don't know about any of your dark secrets.”

“That's good. You won't run for the hills yet.”

“What makes you think I would ever run?”

Their gazes remain on each other for a brief moment until one of them eventually caved and looks away, necks reddening, heartbeat increasing.

“Call me Spencer.” He said, squeezing the strap of his work bag until his fingers turned white. His phone vibrating in his pocket alerted him he'd taken too much time talking and less time working. He didn't want to go. “I-uh, I've read your letter. Just in case you think I've been ignoring you... I haven't. I just haven't had the time to write you back properly.”

Iris tilted her head as she leaned against the wall. “Maybe you don't need to write me back.” What am I doing? She thinks.

He cast her a look of puzzlement before his disappointment could take over, Iris was quick to clarify what she meant.

“Maybe we could talk instead of write.” She added carefully. Confidence wearing thin. “Over coffee? Not today, of course, you're working and I'm working and we wouldn't have time but... It's—It's a stupid idea, isn't it? I'm sorry. Pretend I didn't suggest—”

“I would love to talk instead of write.” Now that I can finally hear your voice, I can stop trying to image what you sounded like through your letters. I don't want to ever stop listening to you.

Iris gave him a look of surprise as if she had been expecting rejection because that just might have been the most out-of-place idea she had. Asking Spencer Reid out on a date while he's in the middle of a case where she works?

“You need to go.” She mused, giving a pointed look at the vibrating cell in his hands.

“As soon as the investigation is over.” He told her after they'd exchanged numbers through their phones. Iris nodded, smiling wildly as he took a few steps back to leave her office but still didn't quite leave.

“As soon as the investigation is over, Dr. Reid.”

Spencer halts, holding onto the doorway as if stopping himself from leaving — or staying. She didn't know which.

“Call me Spencer.” He repeated, grabbing his phone to pick up the call. Slowly, a smile etched its way into her face and his mouth followed the same action.

“Okay, Spencer.”

Spencer nodded, holding in a smile. “I have to go.” I don’t want to.

“Please do. I don't want the FBI locking me up because I held you against your will in my office.” A joke. He liked hearing her jokes instead of reading them. “Be careful.” She requested in a slightly more serious tone, just like she always wrote in her letters addressed to him.

“You too,” he said, taking his time to look at her one last time before he had to sprint off to where Derek required him.

It was very nice seeing you, Iris.

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A/N: hey everyone, welcome to the next phase of SBPP. I'm excited. next chapter you'll have a deeper glimpse into iris' character and some things will come to light. i'd love to read what you guys are thinking of this fic!

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railingsofsorrow · 8 months

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Sun-bleached Paper Petals

[spencer reid x original character]

summary: when iris valencia sent a letter to a certain doctor reid about one of his articles, she didn't expect to receive an answer. at all. but she did get one. and they've been corresponding back and forth ever since — in the old-fashioned way. until a threatening situation forces them to meet face to face.

pairing: s.reid x oc!iris valencia

warning/content: friends to lovers trope; fluff; corny jokes; slowburn!; geniuses flirting; mentions of tw!sensitive topics: body insecurities; mental illness; signs of abuse and trauma; descriptions of injury/violence/death and case details. (I'll insert warnings in the beginning of each chapter in case it's necessary)

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A/N²: the dates in the chapters’ title are not related to days that I will post them, they're just connected to the characters letters.

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DISCLAIMER: None of the scientific facts in here should be taken seriously, most of them are inaccurate. This is purely a work of fiction made for entertainment purposes only.

[chapters]

0.1 meet the oc!

ACT I ━━ ‘LETTERS’ [COMPLETED!]

1.1 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 3𝚛𝚍; 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝖛.

1.2 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 6st; 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗 𝖗.

1.3 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 11𝚝𝚑; 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝖛.

1.4 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 13𝚝𝚑; 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗 𝖗.

1.5 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 15𝚝𝚑; 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘.

1.6 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 17𝚝𝚑; 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗.

1.7 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 20𝚝𝚑; 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘.

1.8 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 23rd; 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗.

1.9 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 25th; 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘.

ACT II ━━ ‘MEETING YOU’

2.1 catharsis

2.2 in progress . . .

2.3 in progress. . .

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𝙾𝙲𝚃. 25𝚝𝚑; 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘.

summary: iris's letter.

pairing: spencer reid x oc!iris valentia

w.c: 706

warnings/content: mentions of food poisoning, vomit and fainting; mentions of self medicating; mentions of Alzheimer's disease; angst (not much); fluff; “ODU” is the acronym for “Old Dominion University”.

A/N: LAST LETTER!! we are done with act 1, now we'll proceed with act 2. next chapters are going to be in narrative style.

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[letter 1] [letter 2] [letter 3] [letter 4] [letter 5] [letter 6] [letter 7] [letter 8] [letter 9]

October 25th.

Dear, Spencer.

My whole department fell in sick yesterday — including my students, barely anyone was spared. Some kind of food poisoning? I don't know, people started throwing up, passing out and whatnot. We didn't know what to do!

(Yes, this is how I start my letter. I had to vent to someone how weird this is!)

I immediately called 911 and the cafeteria became swarmed with EMT's. My first supposition was that something was wrong with the cafeteria food. I never eat there because I either bring my own food or... I just don't remember eating until I'm off to go home. So, I tested it, the cafeteria food. But no. Nothing was wrong. I still find it weird that this happened out of nowhere, but my colleagues think it wasn't anything serious.

ODU was on the news today. Same thing happened. I can't shake this off, it can't be a coincidence, can it?

Sorry, I needed to ramble to somebody.

Ah, Spencer. It's too late for that, I already care enough to worry. What other resources are you trying? I hope you are not self-medicating yourself, it's not good. You're not doing that, right?

I have a friend that I could recommend you. She's a neurologist so she could be more helpful — you've probably been to a lot of those, but she's really good.

Her name is Clare Thompson, her office is in Washington, DC at Georgetown. If you want, I can make an appointment for you, we're close friends. If not, then just ignore this. I'm not trying to push you into anything, I'm just concerned.

What you said reminded me of the concept “Athazagoraphobia”. I researched about it to include it in my MD thesis about Alzheimer's disease. It means exactly what you said: fear of forgetting something or someone, or being forgotten.

I relate to you on that. But I'm more afraid of being forgotten. Sometimes I think that if I don't put my mark in the world, then how will people remember me? Do you feel like that too?

I absolutely know what you mean about the dolls... They're creepy. I had a few when I was a child, I don't know where they disappeared to though, I think my mother donated them. Either way, I'm happy not knowing their whereabouts.

I am happy that your friends are threatening you to to go out more.

Yes, maybe he is sick. It's an option I've considered. But he usually sends an email letting me know he will miss class. Fabian is not the kind of student that misses class without a plausible reason. He's very dedicated and one of my top students.

Of course you'd take is as a challenge, Doctor Reid. I could tell you were the competitive type from the moment you told me you were a rebel as a kid (no, I'll never forget that, you book thief).

Oh, did you really like the book? I'm so glad. Yes! I have like 5 recommendations to you but I'll spare you two: After Dark and Sputnik Sweetheart. Tell me what you think afterwards.

Something reminded me of you today. I was grabbing my coffee and I guess I picked up the wrong order. Do you know why I think that? Because it was the sweetest beverage I've ever had. I could've dropped dead right there if I had taken another sip. Disgusting, really. My blood vessels were almost clogged up. The person left in a hurry and left their coffee right beside mine on the balcony. Oh! And guess what: it was written “Reid” in their cup. I know it is a common name, but it reminded me of you.

Don't forget to drink water and eat, Spencer. As always, be careful. Looking forward to hear from you soon! <3

Love,

Iris.

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𝙾𝙲𝚃. 23rd; 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗.

summary: spencer's letter.

pairing: spencer reid x oc!iris valentia

w.c: 374

warnings/content: mentions of headaches and medical procedures; description of irrational fears; fluff.

a/n: we're approaching the last letter... 👀

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[letter 1] [letter 2] [letter 3] [letter 4] [letter 5] [letter 6] [letter 7] [letter 8] [letter 9]

October 23rd.

Dear, Iris.

Yes, I went in for an MRI. It's “nothing”, according to them. The doctors can't see the reason behind my headaches besides, well, stress from work. It's more than that, I know it is. I guess I'll just have to keep trying other resources. You don't need to worry about me, Iris. I'll be fine.

I fear a lot of things. But fears are common for everyone, at least 20% of us experience some fear at some point of our lives, that includes specific phobias. Uh, I don't like dolls. You know, those human-like dolls? I'm not particularly fond of them. And, well. I'm also terrified of forgetting things. Losing my memories. That's pretty much it. My fears. What are yours? If you have any.

I had not heard about this TV show. But yes, I see why you're not fond of it. My friends also threaten me to watch pop culture stuff and go out more. It is a torture. But I seldom enjoy it.

Maybe your student is sick? The flu can last 4 to 7 days and some symptoms don't go away quickly if the person doesn't take the rightful prevention measures. Okay, send me the recipe. I've never baked cupcakes before, but I'll do my best. I'll take it as a challenge. I definitely can make you believe in magic. I'm a very persuasive person, Dr. Valencia!

I forgot to mention: I've read The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle and I have to tell you that I quite enjoyed it. It is not my usual genre choice, but I'd read more of Murakami's works. Do you have any other recommendations?

I'm always careful :) I hope you are, too. And my best wishes to your student. I hope he's okay.

Yes, that was supposed to be a "<3". Sorry.

With love,

Spencer.

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𝙾𝙲𝚃. 6𝚝𝚑; 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗 𝖗.

summary: spencer's letter.

pairing: spencer reid x oc!iris valentia

w.c: 694

warnings/content: a case is mentioned superficially; bird talk; bookworms geeking; fluff.

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October 6st.

Dear, Iris.

Please, call me Spencer.

You said you'd prefer that I drop the honorific, then I'd rather you do it as well. And you are not intruding in any way, if anything, I am, because I asked you to talk about yourself first. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable or pressured? I am sorry if I have.

I knew someone that really liked birds once, he knew every species at the tip of his tongue. I guess you two would've gotten along.

Did you know that the Garrulax courtoisi is an endangered species? It was rediscovered in 2000 at Wuyuan, China, but it remains rare till this day. It is really close to extinction, at least in the wild life.

That is a... good question. I would like to be an owl, mainly because of their binocular sight much like ours. It would be interesting, in my point of view. I had never thought about this before.

Are you curious about me? I don't believe I have much aspects about myself that you'd find interesting. I do relate to some things you said. I hate loud noises as well, but I guess, I hate crowded places more. These two pet peeves often overlap each other; in my line of work, I have to speak and face lots of people, which makes me anxious.

According to Dr. Jerry Bubrick, a senior psychologist at the Child Mind Institute Anxiety Disorder Center, when kids are excited they are similar to a dog wagging its tail, but they naturally get louder as the excitement kicks in. Also, children don't know how to modulate their volume, that means that even if they are yelling, they might not notice it, although the parent does. My godson does that a lot, so I know what you mean. When he gets too excited, he runs to whoever he's closest to and throws his arms around them. It's endearing.

Oh, yes. I am rather fond of literature. I think Murakami's writing is brilliant but I've only ever read Nowergian Wood, I'll make sure to read The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle next. My usual reading choice is horror, I'd say Edgar Allan Poe's poem “The Tell-Tale Heart” made me fall in love with literature. I've read it for the first time when I was ten years old, it was one of my mother's books that she'd keep really high on the shelf so I wouldn't read it. I stole it and read it anyway. (Technically I did not steal it, it was still in the house, I just left it in my room) I was captivated by Poe's gruesome details and the way he mixes emotions in the narrative. As for a novel, it would be The Romance of the Forest by Ann Radcliffe. She's also an amazing author from gothic literature. Have you ever heard of or read any of these two?

Oh, my day only starts after I've had my coffee as well! I can't function properly without it. I hate plain coffee, it has to have at least five spoons of sugar or I can't swallow — no offense to you, of course, but I don't think sweeteners ruin the taste, it makes it better.

Regarding the Nevada case, it was... eventful. I thought we wouldn't be able to reach a good solution in time but, we did. As good as one sees, at least. It was a hard case which did not bring back good memories. But I won't fill your busy hours with irrelevant venting. How is your week going? Are you still picking up extra shifts at work? I hope you don't forget to take care of yourself meanwhile.

Please don't.

Ps: I'm sure your hair looks beautiful even on “bad hair days” — I've learned this term recently through a friend, I hope I used it right.

Best regards,

Spencer R.

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𝙾𝙲𝚃. 3𝚛𝚍; 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝖛.

summary: iris' letter.

pairing: s.reid x oc!iris valencia

w.c: 417

warnings/content: no warnings; dorks geeking; books & birds.

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October, 3rd.

Dear, Dr. Reid.

On your last letter, you asked me if I could tell you some things about me. And to answer the following question, it's not weird at all. I'm plenty curious about you as well — unrelated to histopathology.

Well, I'll begin with the first thing that came to my mind: I have sensitive ears so I hate loud noises. you know the clicking of cutlery against each other? Or the clicking of a pen non-stop. That's just some specifics besides yelling. it really bothers me. (the former is happening now, why are kids so loud?)

My favourite book is The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami. It was the first book I've read of his and I fell in love with all of his works afterwards. Is there any book or author that made you feel like that, Dr. Reid? I could tell from our last letters that you're really passionate about literature.

There's a question people usually ask when they're getting to know each other and they've run out of ideas: which animal would you be? My answer is a bird. More specifically the Garrulax courtoisi; it's a blue-crowned laughingthrush that is very small and round. The cutest thing, truly. Did you know that they're incredibly social birds and coexist with family most of their lives? Also, the flock members communicate with one another by noisy high-pitched churrs. (That's a bit hypocrite of me, given what I told you before, I know. I can be confusing, people told me that.) Anyway, which animal would you be?

I love coffee, it's the first thing I run to in the morning so I can function properly. Black and plain is my go-to. I also don't like it too sugary, it ruins the taste.

Some days I'm too lazy to take care of my hair so it just fills up with frizz as if I've been electrified. I don't know, I'm just rambling now.

There it is, a bunch of things about me that will change your life in a total of 0%. Is there anything from this that you relate to, Dr. Reid? I'd like to know more about you as well — if you are comfortable, of course! I wouldn't want to intrude.

Oh, and I recall you mentioning about a case in Nevada? How'd that go?

As usual, remember to hydrate yourself and get a good night sleep. I hope you have a good day, Dr. Reid.

Iris V.

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𝙾𝙲𝚃. 17𝚝𝚑; 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗.

summary: spencer's letter.

pairing: spencer reid x oc!iris valentia

w.c: 498

warnings/content: mentions of coulrophobia; gothic literature; the plot builds up...

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October 17th.

Dear, Iris.

There is not a crazy clown roaming the streets of Virginia. You can sleep in peace. We arrested him and it all went well.

Alright, you caught me. I totally made that up. I apologize for the fake information. In my defense, I am cooking my own meals these days. Coffee isn't my only nutrient anymore, unfortunately. I am not a very good cook, but I can get by. And technically, it is a second opinion! (I hate broccoli as well. It does taste bad.)

Iris, I have no idea what “American Horror Story” is. It is a book? A movie? A documentary?

Alright, I'll stop calling it “irrelevant facts” and name it as “interesting facts” from now on, how does that sound?

For your information, I am a great godfather. I don't go around teaching Henry to rebel against adults! And he's not in the age to read horror books yet. Oh, yes. I know a few magic tricks. Maybe, I could show you some day.

Were the cupcakes good, at least? For what you told me, you were worse than me, so, don't judge. — how did she catch you? I am curious.

Thank you for your kind words. They mean a lot to me. I'll keep them in mind.

Research shows that when two or more people feel comfortable enough to share their daily lives with a coworker or a colleague outside of work, that means they've completed the first stage in the friendship process. Thus, yes, I would consider us friends. Except when you say you prefer Annabel Lee over The Tell-Tale Heart, this is just too much of a treason to bear. — I am joking. I, too, find Annabel Lee one of Poe's greatest poems.

Regarding your student, that is an odd thing to say to a Professor in the middle of the night, Iris. Could that be classified as a joke? Does anything happen in the University on the 27th, a commemoration of some kind? Many questions, I am sorry. I do hope you got home safe that night. Oh, yes. The theories are a must in Radcliffe's books. I was so frustrated because I wasn't right by the end of the book — no spoilers, don't worry. I'm sorry for what I have to tell you, but... The spell has worked. Now you'll just be more curious about gothic literature.

I wish you a great week as well, Iris. Hope to hear from you soon. <>3

Ps: My friend sends you a clingy hug, as she would say.

With love,

Spencer.

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𝙾𝙲𝚃. 15th; 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘.

summary: iris's letter.

pairing: spencer reid x oc!iris valentia

w.c: 635

warnings/content: mentions of AHS; brief mention of coulrophobia; fluff.

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October 15th.

Hi, Spencer.

There is no such thing as “recent research” that says that coffee can replace meals throughout the day. I did my research, and this is total bullshit. If you are not eating healthy at least once a day I'm going to find you and I'm going to shove broccoli down your throat. (that's a threat)

Just FYI: just because you have 5 PhD's and people call you “Doctor Reid” doesn't mean you can say your opinion means you are a medical doctor. It is not a second opinion, therefore, coffee is not a whole meal, Spencer!

(I hate broccoli. It tastes so bad.)

Oh, and yes. I am one of those 14%. I can't stand them. I can't see or hear anywhere close to me. It's unsettling. They are unsettling and the costumes should not be allowed anymore. Have you ever watched American Horror Story? It explains everything — and stop calling it irrelevant facts! They're relevant to me, Doc!

Did everything end up alright in the end, though? Did your team get to solve it in time? (Please tell me there isn't a crazy clown running around Virginia...)

Oh, Spencer. Henry sounds lovely. I hope you are not teaching how to steal his mom's forbidden books, though. What do you mean “your magic tricks”? Is the Doctor Reid a great magician too? Is there anything you can't do?

I classify “troublemaker” as a cheeky kid who defies his mom's rules. Since we're on this topic... I used to steal cupcakes before their deliveries. My mom had a catering service. Every time the food was ready I'd go to the cupcake section — her recipe is the best thing, I wish I knew how to cook — grab five and then I'd hide somewhere to eat them.

She caught me once.

Switching the subject, it's understandable that you can't be impartial all the time during cases. You're human, you feel. This is normal. Don't beat yourself up for it, please. It's your job and you love it but with what you face every day, you can't expect to be happy all the time. Even I can't be, at my field which is nowhere near yours. You are allowed to feel sad, angry, anything, really. Please, know that, okay? And you can talk to me. Write. Send birds, whatever. I think over two months of exchanging letters we could consider ourselves friends, somewhat, right?

Okay, so the strangest thing just happened. I was just grading my student's midterms in my lab, then one of them walks in. We initiated a conversation, totally fine, he's a great kid. When he was about to leave he told me to not come to University on the 27th of this month (for some reason?) and he left. I didn't even think much of it until now. I don't know why but it unsettled me a bit? Maybe I'm just being paranoid. I'm sharing this here because it's late and I have no one else to talk to.

I'm exhausted, I need to get home!

About the book, I think Radcliffe makes me visualize exactly what is happening through her writing, that's what grabbed my attention. I've created so many theories and now I think all of them are wrong but I'm only halfway through the book. What spell did you put me under, Spencer? I don't like horror!

Anyway, remember to hydrate yourself and get a good night's sleep. I hope you have a great week, Spencer <3

(I'm glad you know what the symbol means now, thank your friend on my behalf!)

Ps: I read The Tell-Tale Heart and I had to sleep with one eye open tonight. Thanks, Spencer. I have to say I prefer Annabel Lee.

Love,

Iris.

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𝙾𝙲𝚃. 11th; 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝖛.

summary: iris's letter

pairing: spencer reid x oc!iris valentia

w.c: 469

warnings/content: canon compliant violence in cases (mentioned); discussion about healthy eating habits (can't relate); nerds geeking; no warnings.

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October 11th.

Hello, Spencer!

Firstly, I am deeply sorry for the delay on my part, I had an issue that took my entire brain for days, I couldn't focus on anything else (I didn't even see your letter arrive until three days ago).

Secondly, you did not make me uncomfortable in any way. Trust me. If it happens I'll let you know — but I doubt it will.

I'm sorry to hear that. I can't imagine how you face gruesome cases every day, I wouldn't have stomach for it. I do hope you feel better now that it's over. And please, do fill my busy hours with irrelevant venting as much as you want. It's not irrelevant at all and I love to hear from you (in this case, read.)

To answer your questions, yes, I was picking up extra shifts. But they are finally over and I have some free time these days. As free as they can get... Mhm, I am eating healthier than before so that's an improvement? I guess. I don't really like vegetables, but I'm trying.

Oh, and I chose your recommendation as my next reading, Ann Radcliffe's Romance of the Forest. I have to tell you, her writing is really addictive. I don't usually read books quickly, but I can't put this one down. How much time does it take for you to read a book? Do you have a monthly/weekly reading goal?

You have a godson! This is exciting. What is he like? What is his name? If you don't mind telling me, of course. I just love kids. Following this train of thought... given your story, you were a troublemaker, weren't you? I can see that, you climbing a chair to have a forbidden book. It's funny. Please, tell me your mother has pictures from that moment? I'd love to see them.

And Spencer? Please, don't switch food for your sugary coffees. You cannot have seven in a day and say “I'm satisfied” in the end of the day.

Eat. Something.

I won't tell you to put less sugar in your coffee because I have a feeling you'll just stop replying to me in offence.

As always, it's great to hear from you. I look forward to next time <3

Ps: Spencer, you haven't seen my hair. Be careful with what you claim as true. (but yes, you did use the term right and thank you!)

Looking forward to speaking to you soon,

Iris V.

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𝙾𝙲𝚃. 13th; 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗 𝖗.

summary: spencer's letter.

pairing: spencer reid x oc!iris valentia

w.c: 506

warnings/content: brief discussion of coulrophobia (fear of clowns); gushing about gothic literature; false claims about coffee; flirting?

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October 13th.

Dear, Iris.

I had to resort to my friend to understand the meaning of the symbol in your last letter. The “<3”. Apparently, it is a heart? I had no idea.

You don't need to apologize for any delay. I understand.

As for the coffee, did you know recent research proved that coffee can actually count as a meal? It has the necessary nutrients for one entire meal, however. So, one cannot replace it with two or three meals a day. Therefore, I am not totally in the wrong here... But you are. Eat vegetables! They are responsible for reducing the risk of heart disease, stroke, cancer, and it also lowers your blood pressure. They're very good. You're trying, that's what matters.

I don't have a reading goal, but I do read a lot in my line of work. I'd say approximately twenty-seven books per-week and half an hour to finish a book. If I'm focused. If not, then it might take two hours maximum.

I hope that means you're free to rest for a few days. I'd be glad to know you're not sleeping in your lab again, Iris.

About my godson: his name's Henry. He's my best friend's four year old son. Henry loves my magic tricks and our walks in the park. I babysit him sometimes, it's fun. He's the sweetest kid.

What do you classify as a “troublemaker”? And no. I do not have any pictures of that moment.

Yes. Some days, I feel as if I'm used to them. The cases, I mean. But at some point we realize that we can't be as impartial as we try to be. It's just hard. I love what I do, trust me, but it takes a toll on me. I won't deny that. I feel bad writing that, but it's how I feel, I cannot change it.

In this case, I have another irrelevant fact: approximately 14% of the North American population is scared of clowns. Have you ever wondered why? There's a psychological explanation behind it. “Coulrophobia”, or the fear of clowns, exists because their exaggerated facial expressions and make-up creates uncertainty and, to some extent, it can also convey a direct sense of threat.

It is interesting, isn't it? I'm just pondering that because we are currently investigating a case related to this.

How are you liking Romance of the Forest? Is there anything in particular that grabbed your attention? Yes, Radcliffe's writing is exceptional, I felt the same way.

Ps: I don't need to see your hair, I know you're beautiful.

Best regards,

Spencer R.

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𝙾𝙲𝚃. 17𝚝𝚑; 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗

summary: spencer's letter

pairing: spencer reid x oc!iris valentia

w.c: 488

warnings/content: mentions of coulrophobia; case related stuff; gothic literature; the plot builds up...

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October 17th.

Dear, Iris.

There is not a crazy clown roaming the streets of Virginia. You can sleep in peace. We arrested him and it all went well.

And technically, it is a second opinion!

(I hate broccoli as well. It does taste bad.)

Iris, I have no idea what “American Horror Story” is. It is a book? A movie? A documentary?

Alright, I'll stop calling it “irrelevant facts” and name it as “interesting facts” from now on, how does that sound?

Were the cupcakes good, at least? For what you told me, you were worst than me, so, don't judge. — how did she caught you? I am curious.

Thank you for your kind words. They mean a lot to me. I'll kept them in mind.

Research shows that when two or more people feel comfortable enough to share their daily lives with a coworker or a colleague outside of work, that means they've completed the first stage in the friendship process. Thus, yes, I would consider us friends. Ah... Except when you say you prefer Annabel Lee over The Tell-Tale Heart, this is just too much of a treason to bear. — I am joking. I, too, find Annabel Lee one of Poe's greatest poems.

Regarding your student, that is an odd thing to say to a Professor in the middle of the night, Iris. Could that be classified as a joke? Does anything happen in the University at the 27th, a commemoration of some kind? Many questions, I am sorry. I do hope you got home safe that night.

Oh, yes. The theories are a must in Radcliffe's books. I was so frustrated because I wasn't right by the end of the book — no spoilers, don't worry. I'm sorry for what I have to tell you, but... The spell has worked. Now you'll just be more curious about Gothic literature.

I wish you a great week as well, Iris. Hope to hear from you soon. <>3

Ps: My friend sends you a clingy hug, as she would say.

With love,

Spencer.

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𝙾𝙲𝚃. 20𝚝𝚑; 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘.

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pairing: spencer reid x oc!iris valentia

w.c: 734

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October 20th.

Dear, Spencer.

I already like your friend. Send her another clingy hug. Those are the best kind of hugs.

American Horror Story is a horror TV show. It's very popular nowadays. I didn't watch it out of my own free will though, my friend threatened me. The stories are interesting but it's not my kind of genre. There's a whole season in which a clown roams around murdering people. Can you see why I'm not into it?

I have been teaching at Norfolk State University for about three years now and there hasn't been any kind of commemoration on the 27th of this month. Speaking of which, Fabian, the student that came to see me at my lab, hasn't been to class since that day. I am a bit concerned, to be honest.

Now, enough of my paranoia, I forgot to ask you something these past few days, are your headaches any better? I remember you telling me you resorted to a consult but you didn't mention it anymore. I was worried.

I am relieved, really. Streets safe from crazy clowns, yay!

Oh and since we're talking about this... Do you fear anything? Rational fear or not.

Of course you made it up, I see you have a terrific sense of humor, uh?

I don't doubt you're a great godfather, Doc. Henry must be very spoiled, and reasonably so. He seems like an amazing kid.

I would love to see those magic tricks, let's see if you can make me believe in magic again.

There's no need to thank me, I'm here if you ever need me.

Yes, the cupcakes tasted like heaven, especially because I stole them. No sarcasm intended, they really did taste good. Maybe I'll send you my mom's recipe so you can bake them and deliver them to my place.

Good week to you, Doc. Be careful while you're chasing serial killers. Sleep well and be safe.

And Spencer? I love your "<>3" (That means a heart, right?)

Love,

Iris.

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full name: Iris Adley Valencia

pronouns: She/Her

academic title: Dr.

occupation(s): Microbiologist; University Professor at Norfork State University (NSU)

age: 30 years old

style: Smart and casual style; boot-cut pants, long sleeved shirts, argyle sweaters, satchel bag, loose hair bun, light make-up, glasses.

language(s):

Spanish— Native

English— C2 Proficiency level

Italian— C1 Advanced level

Mandarin— B2 Upper-intermediate level

French— B2 Upper-intermediate level

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Dr. Iris Valencia

allergies: Chlorine

accent: Barely noticeable, but her mother tongue is Spanish so she used to have an accent

degrees: BMed — Bachelor of Medical Studies; PhD in Microbiology.

criminal offenses: accused of mass poisoning — situation: being investigated.

more info to be added. . .

#meet the oc #sun bleached paper petals fic

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“𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙, 𝕵𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖘?

𝖂𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴,

𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍,

𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

𝖒𝖆𝖞 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊. 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗.”

. . . . . L O A D I N G . . . . . L O A D I N G . . . . . L O A D I N G . . . . .

+ KEY: [ angst - A ; fluff - F ; trigger warning - TW! ; allusions to s3x - ¢ ; happy ending - ♡ ; not happy ending - ☂, not posted yet -✍ ; requested - ♟ ]

🔏 UPCOMING

NUMINOUS: Darkness had a flattering way of luring people. In a dance, she is the one who leads. Holding you close to give you a lustful kiss. Delilah has always found comfort in the night. The absence of light wasn’t necessary horrible, it brought her comfort. However, the moment her dark eyes meet honey brown ones, she figures sunny days might not be so bad, after all. [s.r × o.c] a criminal minds au A,F,TW!

✍BEFORE NIGHTFALL: time won’t fly it’s like I’m paralyzed by it I’d like to be my old self again but I’m still trying to find it “it might’ve been a life full of lies but I was happy and it was enough.” [p.p x oc] a marvel ff A,F,TW!

✍BAD LUCK: i’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck. “walk away because I don’t want to be the villain in your story.” [p.p x oc] a marvel au A,F,TW!

✍AGE OF THE DAMNED: Finding out things about yourself can be exciting and challenging. You’re never ready for what life plans ahead for you. To Faye Harlow, that was clear the moment she turned seventeen; her world drowned her in uncertainty and nothing became more dangerous than unraveling her own secrets. “I’m staying whether you want me to or not.” “Do you have a death wish?” [k.m × o.c] a the originals ff A,F,TW!

✍THIS IS ME TRYING: regulus and james are officially together but sirius seems to have a problem with that. some secrets are revealed (again). meanwhile, everybody is trying. [sequel to mirrorball] [j.p x r.b] a marauders era au A,F,TW!

✍EMERALD OCEAN: WHEN EMERALD GREEN MEETS OCEAN BLUE. . . a miscommunication causes lily evans and venus black to have a quarry going on between them. little did they know that a gryffindor and a slytherin could have more in common than they thought. (a part of the billie eilish anthology) [l.e x oc] a marauders era au A,F,TW!

CURRENT WORKS

SUN-BLEACHED PAPER PETALS: when iris valencia sent a letter to a certain doctor reid about one of his articles, she didn't expect to receive an answer. at all. but she did get one. and they've been corresponding back and forth ever since — in the old-fashioned way. until a threatening situation forces them to meet face to face. [s.r × o.c] A,F,TW!

COMPLETED FICS

BROKEN PROMISES: doctor strange casts the spell that will make everyone forget who spiderman is and peter parker loses his footing in life. how could he do anything without the people he loved by his side? how could peter find strength now that you weren’t there? more importantly, can he keep his promise to make you remember him again? [p.p x reader] A,TW!,F, open ending.﹃ inspired by all too well (taylor's version)

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✍ WIPS

✧༺ ANTHOLOGIES ༻∞

the taylor swift anthology

the billie eilish anthology ✍

the harry styles anthology

✧༺ MASTERLISTS ༻∞

CRIMINAL MINDS (updated)

MCU (updated)

GREY'S ANATOMY (updated)

TWILIGHT (updated)

MARAUDERS ERA (updated)

THE ORIGINALS (updated)

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES (updated)

OUTER BANKS (updated)

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“𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖉,

𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖞.”

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