#fangirl!reader

˚₊ · »-♡→ prof!spencer reid x "fangirl!"reader

ⓘ this work contains mature subject matter such as … dead dove, sexual content (smut), legal age gap, imbalance of power dynamics, stalking, obsessive/manipulative themes ... the content you consume is under your discretion.

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"i never have any normal fans"

THEY SAY TO NEVER MEET YOUR HEROES, because more often than not, you'll end up disappointed with the reality of your own idealized expectations. though, you've found the age-old proverb couldn't possibly be more inaccurate, because spencer reid was everything you ever could've imagined. more than everything. he was perfect.

FIVE MONTHS AGO, spencer reid had been your saviour, your hero in the truest sense—an angel with warm brown curls and soft eyes who pulled you from depths and held you until your shaking subsided. you still remembered the weight of his arms, the smell of his skin, his voice as he soothed you—the tremor in your heart leveling to normal sinus as you soaked in his words you were safe, everything would be okay. you recalled the way the light you had been depraved of for god knows how long shone from above him like a halo. framing his silhouette and bathing him in gold. ethereal—your saving grace. you haven't stopped thinking of him since. you were an undying, devoted fan. you were certain this was love.

SPENCER REID had so foolishly assumed he'd only see you once, a ghost, a flash in the wind, patterned wings fluttering by him in a cool breeze. a tragedy he'd carry briefly past the threshold of salvation before moving onto the next case, the next victim. now, on one of his many sabbaticals reserved for the pursuit of his other passions, he finds his brain falling right back into the rhythm of a profiler's when his eyes landed on yours for an unexpected second time. now, he saw you in an entirely different light, metamorphosed from a trembling victim to something far darker. spencer realized he'd never be able to escape you. he knew your type, he'd studied profiles of women exactly like you, he knew the patterns of fixation and transference—and he knew if he ignored you, you'd drift onto a new object of affection, you’d find a new obsession. yet every time he tried to pull away, he found himself crawling back. you were an itch he was never supposed to scratch, and he couldn't manage to keep his hands to himself.

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gif by @reidgif !!! very loosly based on s13 spence, but i haven't watched that season in like... a while so do expect many inaccuracies..

anyway !! after recently hitting 1.6k (i love you all so dearly) and with the first anniversary of this account growing closer i’ve decided it was time for my first ever consecutive series… and of course this would not be a true work of spenceloria fiction if it was not disgustingly self indulgent and just a littleee perverted… so behold! fangirl!reader was born! (now i'm sure were all aware by now that the term fan should be used incredibly lightly, but just don't tell her that...)

updates will likely be somewhat scheduled? most likely weekly-ish but don't expect too much from me... of course ask to be added to a taglist!

idol!rafayel shooting content with a lucky fan and manager thomas strictly tells him to not forget. zayne calls him an hour before the shoot to remind him, and if he hadn't gotten off the phone with thomas, he would've blocked the guy for a week.

arriving at the location, idol!rafayel notices the lack of close up cameras and handheld cams and questions what was he supposed to do again? thomas drags his hand down his face as he explains to him for the nth time about the shoot's content.

idol!rafayel soon gets to interact with fangirl!non mc and at first it was just smiles and fan services for the content, but after spending a few more minutes with you, his body slowly releases the tight tension on his shoulders.

why can i see this in the vigilante fangirl universe bc they’re both crazy asf <3

probably a time you took things a little far, because foreplay for you is putting yourself in danger so that vigilante will come and save you, aka an excuse for the two of you to meet up and fuck. usually it’s just walking down dark alleyways coming home from work or strolling the streets after one too many drinks — but this time you’d caught wind of someone in town who actively has beef with vigilante, so you wanted to do your duty as his number one fan and give them a piece of your mind.

apparently, turning up and pounding on their door to demand they leave the city, wearing your pink ‘i ♡ vigilante’ baby tee was one of your more naive ideas.

your teal coloured hero only bust through the doors and took care of things just as you had fully lost hope, tears ruining your baby pink blush placement and your sweet voice all wrecked from calling out to him. once the bodies were completely still, he turns to you. he doesn’t expect fear at this point, you’re not even looking at the bloody mess on the floor, just gazing starry-eyed at the masked man.

“aww, you poor thing! are you okay?” he coo’s, without an ounce of worry or fear in his tone. it was the same amount of sympathy as if you’d stubbed your toe badly.

“you came!” you wobble, voice weak, wet smile plastered on your still glossy lips.

“i’m gonna — look how pretty you look all tied up! oh you’d love this. seriously, you look so hot.” he grins, approaching. amped up on adrenaline, you suck in a breath, staring up at him through gloopy lashes, a new found determination in your expression.

“d’you wanna use me like this vig? as a thank you for saving me?” you breathe and he lets out an airy chuckle.

“duh.” he reaches for you before stopping, squinting suspiciously. “hold on, did you come here and put yourself in danger with these guys just so i’d maybe come and save you?” he asks, actually sounding kind of horrified.

“no!” you pout, shaking your head innocently. “i came to tell them to back off and leave the city so they’d leave you alone.” you defend proudly. adrian blinks at you through the mask before ripping it off his head.

“really?”

“mhm!” you nod, wondering why he’s still not inside you. he wavers for a moment before pointing at you.

“well… that’s still pretty hot. but don’t do that again, okay? actually. we are going to be having some serious words once we finish up here… young lady.” he scolds, sounding unsure of himself as he still reaches for the front zipper on his suit, rock hard.

fangirl!reader who doesn’t realize her lack of attention caught his attention. his eyes locked on her and the way she’s not even here. the way she dresses more for comfort than style sometimes. and other times like she doesn’t belong in this universe. like she belonged in a cottage in an enchanted wood, or a castle on a dark hill. how her hair (if long enough at the time) was done in complex braids or loops or updos.

Yuri’s Angles < ⦜ ⦦ aha. Hope you enjoy !!

f/b = favorite band

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The seatbelt sign was turned off as the plane begun to steadily drift above the clouds. A whimsical purple-pink sunset painted the sky. A girl with lovely [h/c] hair wearing [c] sweats and a [f/b] shirt leaned against the window uncomfortably in her seat, her left leg proped up on her seat, barricading her phone from the person sitting in the middle.

‘I CANNOT BELEIVE THE YURI PLISETSKY IS STILL SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I have to get a picture- but I can’t look like a stalker- not that I am, of course. I mean, If you saw your favorite celebrity of course you would want a pictu- oH MY GOSH HOW LONG HAS MY LEG BEEN UP LIKE THAT AAA he probably thinks I sit wierd iTS COMFORTABLE OKAY.’

The girl, [y/n], slowly lowered her leg and sat up in her seat, holding her phone close to her chin. The boy seemed to be too intrested in the show he was watching on the screen in front of his seat to notice.

‘But now he can glance at my phone whenever he wants and I can’t guarantee a Yuri edit won’t pop up on my feED NOPE.’

[y/n] disconnected from the plane’s wifi and turned her phone to airplane mode. She began to tap through the tv selections on the screen attached to the back of seat in front of her. She quickly snuck a glance at the boy sitting next to her. 

Yuri Plisetsky was wearing an olive green army jacket over a black hodie and a black shirt. He wore leapord print sweats and he had big headphones with cat ears on. [y/n] figured the headphones were too big not to be noise canceling, and he seemed to be watching a show about crying mothers.

‘Wait, is this Say Yes to the Dress?’

[y/n] stealthily glanced at his screen, but then became sucked into the show, leaning a bit foreward to try to read their lips.

She then felt a tap on her shoulder.

She turned to see Yuri offering her an earbud, the headphones he was wearing now back around his neck. He had a smirk on his face, as if he had just caught her doing something she didn’t want him to see.

‘asdfghjkliubnmkjhsd’

[y/n] gingerly took the earbud, freezing a bit when her fingers touched his, and placed it in her left ear. She leaned a bit closer, using her arm rest, so she could see the screen better. Yuri did the same, their heads just almost leaning on one another.

‘AAAAAA- you know what? This, this actually feels nice! Relaxing. Not how I thought meeting him would be..’

After about 20 minutes, [f/n] decided to rest her eyes, only to fall asleep against Yuri’s head instead. 

“Excuse me m’am?”

[f/n] groggily opened her eyes to a foggy window and docked planes. She put a hand on her forehead, which wasn’t as cold as it should have been if she had leant against the window the entire time she slept. She hazily pushed a blanket off of her, too sleepy to wonder when she had put it on. She turned to the hostess, one of 3 left cleaning in the abandoned airplane.

“The plane landed a couple minutes ago.”

“Oh! Sorry! I’ll be right off.”

“No rush, darling.”

20 minutes later [y/n] quickly paced through the empty halls of the airport, groggily trying to connect to the airport wifi.

‘Sorta creepy when there’s not a lot of people here…ugh. I can’t believe I fell asleep like that. I didn’t even get to ask him anyth-’

She stopped walking to rub her eyes at she stared at her camera roll. There were 2 new photos and 1 new video.

The first was a picture of her sleeping on Yuri’s shoulder, Yuri looking off to the side dramtically, pretending not to notice her.

The second picture was of Yuri giving [y/n] a peck on the cheek, but only his red flushed nose and tinted lips were visible in the shot. [y/n] was also now covered with an airplane provided blanket.

[y/n] had to slap herself to guarantee she wasn’t hallucinating from the jetlag. After that, she played the video:

“You really shouldn’t have a picture of me as your lock screen if I’m also the password, angel.”

‘oh my gaaaah he did that little smirk at the end i cant belie- wAIT WOT’

[y/n] searched through her apps, pink rising to her cheeks from embarrassment and being a bit flustered, to see if he posted anything or messed around with something. To her surprise, everything was left the way she had left it.

All except, she had a new contact named ‘Call me, angel’