Joan

Hi I’m Joan!

Any pronouns

Im a fanfic writer, artist, and Dungeon master!

People I right for…

YouTubers

-Slimecicle (obviously)

-schlatt

-Ted nivison

-the boys

-James Marriott

-WillNE

-Bizly

Shows:

-criminal minds

-stranger things

-13 reasons why

-outer banks

-supernatural

Anime:

-death note

-mha

Spencer Reid x Victorian goth reader

sorry if the Victorian goth is a bit off I’m trad goth so thats what I’m used too

WC:830

CW: mention of autopsies, none more! Pure sweet cute fluff/first meetings

Spencer reid, the cute awkward sweet boy you didn't know yet. You stood in the book store, flipping through records by The Cure Your long black victorian like dress with ruffles reaching the floor. The corset pushed up your boobs just perfectly. Covered in silver jewelry and trying not to sweat off your black and white makeup in the hot record section.

Soon there's a presence near you in the classical section of the records.you look up to see a man, tall, lanky, hair down to his neck that looks like it hasn't been brushed in forever. And hes staring. At you. The second you seem to notice he looks away back down to flip through the records. “Can I help you?” you ask, and it comes off a bit ruder than you mean.

“Oh- sorry i didnt mean to stare” The tall man stutters out looking down at you, even with your platform heels he’s still a good bit taller than you. “It's fine honestly, i get it all the time” you respond, slightly shifting your stance. You're both quiet for a moment before he speaks “You like the cure? Well I mean- clearly you do that was a stupid question” he sputters out like he's nervous and it makes you smile a bit.

“It's not a stupid question and yes I like the cure” you say and look back down at the records you were flipping through. “The Cure- a gothic band formed in Crawley, West Sussex, in 1976 under the name Malice. They soon changed their name to Easy Cure in 1977 before officially becoming The Cure in May of 1978, now widely considered a goth back but originally made as an indie pop band-”  He stops when he realizes you're now staring back up at him and he gets flustered “sorry i- im rambling…:

You just smile wider and nod “its okay, im surprised you know The Cure, i mean you definitely dont look like you listen to them” 

“Oh i dont” he gives you a quick closed mouth smile before dropping it and upon seeing your  confused face he speaks again “Sorry to disappoint but i uh im not normally the gothic music type..” you just smile and nod slightly again “Dont worry about it, im Y/n”  he smiles slightly and looks around for a bit before back at you “Im Dr. Spencer Reid- i- ignore that just- just spencer is fine” You giggle a little at his awkwardness and he blushes, he wishes for a moment he could hear your laugh a hundred times. 

“You’re cute you know,” you say “the whole..awkward nerd thing really does work” He blushes more surprised at your comment “I- it does?” He asks and you giggle again “Yea it does, its sweet” “Thanks- i i dont know what to say really, you- your-” he sputters and tries to figure out what to say “Im what?” you ask in a confused voice "You're really pretty- i really like the whole victorian goth even if its not as accurate as it could be, im more of a classical person myself and- im rambling again I’m sorry still-” he says and looks anywhere but at you.

“It's fine dont apologize, it's cute” he looked back at you and the blush on his cheeks continued to deepen “give me your number?” you ask with a high pitched tone as if unsure what hed say in response but you got the one you wanted.

“Yea!- yea here” He said, reaching in his messenger bag and pulling out a card and handing it to you. An FBI business card with his name and number and a blank spot for the email address. “FBI, wow, impressive” You said looking at the card before back at him “Oh yea im a profiler at the Behavioral Analysis Unit,” you nodded slightly “Profiler, hm, so you figure out the characteristics of serial killers to catch them?”

“Yea! Not just serial killers we do kidnappers, and killers, and arsonists- all those kinds of people its actually really fascinating!” “sounds really cool, must be hard dealing with all these insane people” “yea- yea it is” he smiled “what do you do for work?” 

“Oh im a forensic pathologist, i do autopsies for the police down in woodbridge” “Oh thats cool- i mean- not cool but fascinating i mean with the study of anatomy and the precision” “Yea i know what you mean” you said before his phone rang and he dug it out of his pocket to see it was Hotch “sorry i need to take this” you nodded and he picked it up to hear there was a new case and he needed to get down to the office. “I need to go but uh- call me” “will do” you smiled and watched as he walked away as you smile and went back to shuffling through the records.

First fic on this app! I hope you enjoy!

No warnings

WC:1.1k

Baseball!schlatt x ballet!reader

2 uses of “y/n”

Jonathan or better known as schlatt by his buddies was never a kind one to you. You knew him in elementary school when he would pull your hair or push you down on the play ground. And you knew him in middle school when he spread rumors about you and told everyone you were a whore and would do anything a guy asked. But that's in the past, years ago now. And his rumors were proven false (you were still a virgin after all).

It's your junior year and everyone praises him for being on the varsity baseball team and you can't help but roll your eyes. You're currently down the athletics hallway after school when it's your personal time, your pointe shoes are on and your music is playing. 

You're dancing your little heart out as you spin and jump perfectly, not even realizing the baseball team walking past to get out to the field. Schlatt stopped to look into the dance room and stare at you in awe. “Dude you're staring” one of his friends says “oh shut up” he snaps back before moving on “didnt you used to bully her” his friend asks as they walk off.

The next day you open your locker to a bouquet of flowers, your favorite lilies, with a card sticking out reading:  “i saw you dancing yesterday, you looked so pretty i thought you deserved these ;)” your friend, arianna, giggled a little seeing the flowers "someone's got a secret admirer, what’s it say?” she asks “nothing- its just stupid” you say as you shove the note in your pocket and look around to try and see who put these flowers you now have to keep all day but obviously you couldn't tell.

You follow the same routine and the next day you find a bag of your favorite candy and another note reading: “you're so pretty when you smile, i dream of it all the time, i hope one day you're mine” you smile at the letter and once again look around but you don't see anyone who could've done this.

You take the candies and eat them as your day goes on. During the next passing period you're eating the candies when you pass by Schlatt and you roll your eyes at him with his friends, really you didn't care who was leaving the stuff in your locker as long as it wasn't him or one of his stupid friends.

The next day you excitingly open your locker to find one more note and a necklace with a heart locket. The note reads: “i know you're just DYING to know who i am, meet me tonight at willows park at midnight and ill show you, P.S. i hope to put my photo in this locket one day for you to wear” You're shocked this mystery man actually wants to meet face to face and tonight at that.

Maybe this is exactly what you need to distract yourself from the pressure of ballet. Later that night, at 11:30 you start getting ready without your parents knowing. Putting on perfect makeup and dressing in nice sweatpants and a tank top (you didnt wanna try too hard) and stuck out your window and headed to willow park. Once you're there you look around seeing a figure by the slide and you start to walk over. “Hello…? Secret admirer?” you say and curse yourself for sounding so stupid before you hear a voice

“hey Y/n” You pause in your tracks as you hear that voice “Johnathan?!” You practically yell and he quickly walks over to you.

“Okay i know how bad this looks-” he starts but he's cut off by you “Yea no shit! Forget it- i cant with you” you say and turn, starting to walk away “Wait! I-” he tries to speak as he starts to follow you “dont even nothing you could say could make me-" you yell “I love you!” he shouts and you stop in your tracks before turning around and looking at him

“you- you love me? Yea right this is probably some stupid dare-” he cuts you off by grabbing your face and kissing you, making him see that this is for real and not him messing with you. Once you pull away you just look up at him before his hand goes and touches the locket resting on your chest. “Youre wearing the necklace I got you..”

 “God you- you idiot!” you yell and push his chest, tears welling up in your eyes. “Why?! Why now!?” you yell at him “What- what do you mean?” he calmly but confusingly responds back. “I was in love with you for years! No matter how much you bullied me! Now once i've finally moved on thats- that's when you love me?!” he was shocked as you yelled at him, he didn't know what to do.

“Ive loved you all this time.. I just didn't know how to express it and I'm bad at relationships and i just cant help it” you looked up at him again after yelling at him and grabbing his shirt pulling him down into a kiss. After kissing for a hot minute his teeth gently bite your lip, asking for entrance which you give. His tongue meets yours and a makeout ensues. One hand in his hair and the other on his shoulder, his hands on your waist after a bit he pulls away for a breath  "you're freezing, come on, lets talk in my truck”

he said as he grabbed your hand and started to pull you to his truck leading you both into the back seat, but you didn't wanna do much talking, you've waited enough for this.

Once the door is shut you practically pounce on him, kissing his lips before down his neck and starting to undo his shirt “y/n-” hearing your name you pull off “sorry i just got excited and -” he cuts you off “hey its okay, just maybe we should take it a bit slower, i dont want you thinking im using you for sex or anything” you nod your head at his words before responding “yea- yea that makes sense” he's quiet for a moment before he speaks again. “I love you, i really do, and i meant what i said in those letters” You nodded

“i love you too…” he smiles and looks at you with that loving look in his eyes “will you uh.. Be my girlfriend? Sorry if thats a shitty way to ask-” “its fine, of course i will” you smile