Fem!reader x spencer reid

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: You're filling in for an agent at the BAU, but are surprised to find you like one of the team members a little too much.

It was early morning when you got a call from your old friend Aaron. You hadn't spoken to him in a while, so you almost instantly pick up.

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 1,582

Request by: @shady80smusicsingercolor

Summary: A lesson on perfection.

A/N: Sorry that’s it’s been a while guys! Even with being less busy I’ve had a lot going on and a lot less motivation to write. Sorry also that this request took so long for me to fill.

Perfection. Noun. The quality or state of being perfect such as freedom from fault or defect, i.e., flawlessness. An unsurpassable degree of excellence.

It is what you were meant to be. What was expected of you. You had to do everything to perfection. You had to be perfection personified, otherwise what was the point?

Except you were far from it. You were only human after all.

‘Y/N Stark’s transcript released, heir to Stark industry only has a 3.0 GPA’

‘Tony Stark’s daughter caught arguing with paparazzi’

‘Y/N Stark’s skincare routine for dealing with severe acne’

They went on and on. Every possible flaw they could find would be picked on. Even when you strived for the top, for perfection. So why was it that even when you pulled your grades up, even when you weren’t actually arguing with the pap, and you bought the best makeup to hide any blemishes on your skin, they still picked at you.

It hurt. Why didn’t they understand you were a 16 year old girl who just wanted to live her life and not be criticized 24/7.

What used to be a problem you could ignore seemed only to grow. It was gradually becoming a cesspool in your mind of negativity.

Tears made their way down your cheeks one afternoon. It was a big fear of yours, dating. But this one guy who you really liked had asked you out. You thought everything was great. But that afternoon he broke up with you. It hurt, he was only the second guy you’d ever given a chance and yet he took your heart and smashed it.

He said it was because he didn’t like the speculations in the tabloids about you, that all your negative traits they talked about seemed true and he didn’t want to be with someone so in the spotlight.

It broke your heart so much that even though you had 3 classes left in the day you lied to the school staff saying you were feeling ill and they called Happy to take you home.

You held yourself together long enough to make it to your room at the compound before you broke down.

But just your luck you only had about 5 minutes of peace before there was a knock on your door.

You held your breath to keep from sobbing again. You didn’t want to talk to anyone and you knew that no member of the team would stop from entering if they thought something was wrong.

“Y/N?” Steve called, knocking softly again.

You didn’t answer him.

He sighed behind the door, he knew you were crying, he could blame his perfect superhuman hearing, but he knew he’d be able to hear you no matter because you were just across the hall from him.

“I’m coming in,” he warned, opening your door.

You buried yourself deeper into your pillows. “I’m fine Uncle Steve, I just want to be alone.”

“You don’t seem fine, sweetheart,” He argued. “What’s going on?” There was a dip in your bed beside you, and a hand stroked through your hair.

The gentle touch brought another sob out of you. “Why-why am I like this Uncle Steve?”

Steve’s frown deepened. “What do you mean?”

You sniffled and pulled your head up to look at him. “Why do I have to be like this? S-so imperfect.”

“Nobody’s perfect, doll. What’s got you so worked up about something like that?”

Sobbing you continued to hide in your pillow. You shook your head in response.

“Y/N, listen, I want to help you but I can’t do that if you can’t tell me what’s wrong.”

You were quiet for a while, in that time you managed to calm some. At least enough to pull your face away from the wet pillow.

Steve stroked your hair the whole time, hoping the contact would help relieve some of your stress.

“I wish I was someone else,” you whispered. “I wish dad never kept me, so I could just be normal. Why-why does everyone expect me to be perfect? Why do they make it hurt so much?”

“Hey,” Steve stated. “You don’t mean that. Your dad loves you. No family is normal. No one is perfect, like I said. You might be different because of who you are but don’t see that as a downfall. You don’t need to be perfect, you just need to be you and anyone that tells you otherwise is wrong.”

You shook your head and pressed your face back into your pillow. “You don’t get it Uncle Steve… you don’t have to worry about how-how your skin looks, or what other teens think about you, or how smart you aren’t just because your dad is a genius- I-I hate my life, it’s not fair. Everyone thinks I have the world because of who I am but no one ever stops to think about how I feel about what they say about me.”

“You can’t let others control how you feel, doll. Do you think your dad would be so successful if he cared about everything every person that doesn’t have any impact on him said?”

“I’m not my dad!” You shouted, wincing because you hadn’t really expected it to come out that way. A soft whimper left you and you curled more in on yourself.

Sighing, Steve leaned down and kissed your head. “No, you aren’t. I just meant that you shouldn’t care for anyone else's opinions of you except for those that matter.”

You thought over his words and while you knew he was right, it still didn’t take away your pain. It did help you feel like you mattered to anyone as anything other than what your imperfections showed.

An alarm going off on Steve’s phone had you pulling your head up slightly.

He shut it off with another sigh. “I might need to go, sweetheart. But I can stay if you need me to.”

You shook your head. “I really just want to be alone, Uncle Steve…”

Nodding, he offered you one last kiss to your head before making his way to the lab.

He divulged everything to Tony, who quickly made his way to you.

He didn’t bother knocking, he just opened your door and walked in. “Sunshine, what’s going on? Your uncle betrayed you and told me you were upset.” He laid down beside you, and started to try to remove the pillow from your grasp.

The second the door opened you whimpered and clutched your pillow tight. You knew you shouldn’t have told him. Of course he’d send your dad. You ignored him and favored clutching your pillow to keep him from taking it.

“Fine, keep the pillow. But you still need to talk to me. What’s got you so down?”

You mumbled into the pillow.

“Huh? Was that-, was that my baby girl trying to talk to me? I couldn’t hear her past that pillow over her mouth.”

Whining you pulled the pillow away. “Nothing’s wrong, dad. Go away, I just wanna be alone.”

“Nope, not gonna work. Tell me, why do you think there's something wrong with you? There’s not by the way but I want to know why you think there is.”

You sighed, your eyes stung with tears again. “Tommy br-broke up with me because of the stuff the tabloids have-have been saying about me… I-I don’t care that he broke up with me… it’s-it’s the why. I know I’m not perfect… but why do they have to pick at that? Why do they have to remind me that I’m not a genius, I have bad skin, I’m not pretty, I don’t have any talents, I don’t dress right, I give the pap attitude-“

“Whoa there, sunshine!” Your dad cut you off. “None of those things make someone perfect. You are perfect. Want to know what makes you perfect?”

“You’re my dad, of course you think I’m perfect.”

He chuckled. “Well, no duh. But that’s not what it is. You’re perfect how you are because it is who you are. It’s all the good you do for the world and others. It’s how you love. It’s how you try so hard at everything you do because you want it to be perfect. But just because stuff isn’t perfect, doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you. Want to know something?”

“Hm?” You mumbled.

“The pap plucks out people's flaws and insecurities to show all the jealous people in the world that just like them they’re their own person. And to make them jealous because I guarantee you the majority of the people out there don’t believe the tabloids anyway. And you shouldn’t either, sweetie.”

“But-“

“No, no buts. Listen, I love you. The only opinions from others that you should care about are the people that you care about. If you care about every last opinion of every person, well you’ll never feel good. You should only care about the ones that really matter. Got it?”

You sniffled. You both knew it wasn’t a complete fix, but you nodded your head, knowing that your dad was pretty right. If you cared about every last person’s opinion of you, of course you’d never be happy. But you already knew that the people that you cared about the most and the ones who felt that way about you, well, those were good. Those were the ones that made you who you are. Perfect or not.

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This is a reader x poly-anti/dark. This was also inspired by justwrittingscribbles intellectual understanding! Hope you guys enjoy my first poly-anti/dark fanfiction.

( LokiXreaderXthor )

Keeping to yourself as you walked to the source of the screams, you walked into the training room to find a pinned down loki with thor on top. The god of mischief seemed to be laughing and there was only one thing that could be happening. Thor was tickling him.

You always enjoyed watching the brothers play fight, mostly because it made you smile seeing them get along. Walking over, you bent down beside laufeyson. ¨awe you enjoying this?¨ that comment earned a wicked glare from the god, followed by intense high pitched laughter.

Thor had his younger brother pinned, having placed his hammer on top of Loki's open palms to keep him held down, he scribbled his fingers over his younger brother's torso. Poking and prodding at his hips, and wiggles his fingers behind the tricksters ears.

Loki having been extremely sensitive absolutely lost his mind. He was cackling and squealing, occasionally he would have a tiny snort slip through his mouth. Ever since he was a boy he constantly would get teased for being so sensitive. But luckily for him. Thor did not know his one true weak spot. But you did.

¨what's the matter brother? What's so funny?¨ Thor spoke, acting confused. He leaned down and blew raspberries on Loki's ribs, Thor's beard only made it tickle worse, the tingling feeling shooting up his back causing him to arch violently before falling back down. Tears pricking at the tricksters eyes.

You being the playful trickster you were had decided you wanted a go at this. And with laufeyson being trapped under thor's hammer, he was completely at your mercy. You stared into the tricksters eyes teasingly, lifting the green dress shirt the god was wearing so all of his stomach showed.

Thor looked confused as to what you were doing but he learned as a kid to not interfere when you had a plan. Loki on the other hand, he was all kinds of scared, confused, and nervous. ¨y/n. I'll give you whatever you want! You know I can make a puppy appear! I can make it snow! I can even scare stark!!¨”the gods' pleas were not reaching your ears. You looked down at loki and had smirked.

Slowly swirling your finger around the outside of his belly button, earning you a set of rapid giggles. You continued this process for at least 10 seconds before bam. You harshly dug your finger into the god's belly button. ¨awe is someone a bit to ticklish here?”

Loki's screams echoed off the halls, the sound of his boots hitting the floor echoed out as well. He shook his head back and forth and his laughs were like a sweet symphony to the ears.

¨NAHAHAHAHAHAH- P-PLEASEHEHEHEHEHE!!!! NOHOHOHO DONHOHOHONT!!!¨ the god managed to say before he went back into a fit of laughter.

¨No? Hm… dont what?¨ you said and you would honestly be surprised if you managed to trick the trickster into saying what you were hoping he would say. Thor watched from the background. He decided that his brother could do well on his own so he called his hammer and slowly left the room. Shutting the doors behind him so you two had privacy.

¨DOHOHONT TICKLE MEhEhEHE!!¨ Loki screamed out before his laughter went silent and curled up in a ball as soon as Thor lifted his hammer. You feeling bad for him, eased up and got off of the god.

¨sorry heh….i could not help but go for your weakness-¨ in a matter of seconds the god of mischief had you in his lap and kissing you!

¨don't worry darling….as long as you tickle me. I'll just keep kissing you.¨ the trickster said as he panted, his face being red from laughing so hard.

A/N: This is not going to be a Negan blog I promise I’ll have other things up I’m trying to move as fast as I can with my writing. 

Warning: Just sweating (its negan lets be real) but nothing really 

"Negan please" You say looking up at your annoying husband. Negan shakes his head smirking, "baby cakes what did I just say? No means NO." He says trying to leave your shared bedroom.

You frown at him, "Neegy Poo you know I never ask for much and I'll never ask you to do it again." He shakes his head smiling, at the nickname as his hand reaches for the doorknob. You quickly run to the door on from the other side of the room. Negan smiles even more looking down at you, showing his very handsome dimples. "Really sweetheart Neegy Poo? I'll be back y/n..."

Your eyes start to fill with tears when he blows you off like that this wasn't the first time. Last week he left you alone in his room while, he went the Alexandria to do a run. THAT ASSHOLE DIDN'T EVEN SAY, "sweetie something came up I'll be back. I promise and stay beautiful until I come back for that sweetness."  Honestly it made you mad and hurt that he just ignores you like. But today the way he acted made you feel like he didn't care about you anymore.

  Negan stops talking to you when he realizes your too quite. Normally that's a sign something is wrong. He turns around to see why you stopped responding ,only to see your eyes fill with tears. Negan runs his hands over his beard immediately becoming stressed. It was written all over your face it was about to be a bad day. "Honey can we not do this right now I have to go deal with some shit." Stepping towards you taking your small hands into his large ones gently.

You stop your "crying" (we love an actress here) that you took years to master. Looking into his eyes trying to see if you see some guilt in his eyes. And like you knew it would he slowly starts to cave. "Negan are you honestly going to leave me after making plans to spend time with me." Your husband closes his eyes and sighs to himself choosing his words wisely. "Y/n I don't want to leave but I gotta go. You understand don't you sugar? I mean I can't leave Simon to do the shit, and without me this place will fall apart. You don't want that do you?" The tall man says staring into your e/c into his deep brown ones. After his little speech you nod slowly with some tears still coming. 

"Hey hey I can't have my best girl crying" the fearless leader says wiping away a few stray tears. Shaking your head he smiles a bright smile, the one that made you fall for him in the first place. But that wont distract you from your goal to keep Negan from breaking his promise.

 Once Negan finally got you to stop crying he already is going for the door. That whole act you gave didn't do anything, it  wasn't enough to stop your husband. Silence takes over the room as your tears continue, taking a deep breath you say. "ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING TO LET ME STAND HERE AND CRY!" You say waving your arms around as you go on your rant.

As for Negan he just watches you be dramatic as usual. He chuckles you stop and look at him still mad. Placing his hands on your hips smiling," Why is my girl mad now? What can I do to make you happy again?" You look up into his stupid charming face, as you slowly start to smile up at him. "I want you to let me try out some make!" You smile even more as his smile falls flat shaking his head. "Y/n really you want that? I'd rather you make me walk around in your heels!" Letting go of your hips Negan picks you up making you stop smiling. Setting you on the floor away from the door, he laughs shaking his head at you.

"Ok laugh all you want but if you leave I won't speak to you! So leave if you want Negan!" You say marching over to your shared bed, with both arms folded looking directly at the wall.  

Negan being the man he is chuckles at your childish behavior and runs his hand over his beard." Baby I know your cute as shit and everything but..DAMN! You been very needy little girl!" He says with his hands in his pockets. You don't make an effort to look at him, "If you want to leave be my guest. I won't stop you go be with one of the other women here!" You say now raising your voice which you never do. Negan face drops again he walks over to you kneeling. You don't bother raising your head, to even look him in the eye.

"Y/n...look at me." Negan says looking directly at you as you stare down at the carpet on the floor of the room. It's a really nice navy blue color which you never noticed and it's very pretty.

No movement from you due to the fact you can't bring yourself to do what he ask of you. "Oh so you think you have a choice?" He grabs your chin gently looking into your eyes. Seeing how upset you really are, leaning in close to you. "Do you really think i'd go with any of these ugly rats?" Tears slowly trail down your cheeks as you shrug. "Well I can tell you right now when I asked you to marry me I meant it. Have I ever lied to my girl? Huh?" You shake your head as Negan begin to smile at you. He kisses your nose then forehead.

The door swings open before you could say anything. Negan's head whips around to see what dumbass came in without knocking. Which is a major rule he enforces in the sanctuary except for you since. He's very used to you walking in places without knocking. And knows it's pointless to tell you not to walk into room without announcing it. 

Simon peaks his head inside without knocking, "Hey Negan I need you too look at the plans for tomorrow and Tuesdays attack...."  Simon stands in doorway looking at his clipboard with is pen sitting on a stack of paper. He looks up seeing your face and Negan's face twist into irritation. Negan stands to his full hight looking at Simon.

"Well fuck me can't I have a few minutes ALONE with my lovely wife! Without you getting blue balls without me! HUH? WHEN I'M WITH HER THAT MEANS YOU HANDLE SHIT!" Negan yells at his right hand, you look between both men seeing Simon flinch. At his scolding from his boss seeing as though he always obeys. Simon nods after Negan's rant and then, leaving Negan and you alone again.

Running his long fingers through his hair shaking his head at his braindead worker. "I swear he can't do the simplest shit without me! Fucking asshole ruined the moment for me!" Your husband says sighing deeply as he turns back to you. "I'm sorry sweetheart. But you see what I have to deal with that's why I was going to leave. You know if I could I would just stay with you all day."