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Another one made for this wonderful fanfic

A lil something I made for @sir-crocodile-slut

gonna make an “animated” version soonish

SK8 the Infinity - Kaoru Sakurayashiki aka Cherry Blossom

Hi 💜

I sent a request a while ago about Spencer x reader academic stress. It was absolutely perfect. Thank you so much 💗

I just read the james one about reader skipping meals (it was so sweet and lovely) and I tend to do that myself sometimes not eating anything between dinner one day to the next simply because i got busy with classes and forgot until i get a migrane or get a bit dizzy. So, I was wondering if you could do a similar prompt with Spencer and reader being busy all day with work or classes or whatever and simply forgetting to eat until a migrane / dizzy spell occurs and he finds out.

I just feel like he'd be so kind and give facts about importance of not skipping meals for brain function, while coddling, feeding and spoiling reader, maybe cooking or handfeeding too I don't know whatever works for you. Thank you 💕🌸

Sorry if i wrote too much😅

Thank you for requesting lovely (and no sorries necessary) <3

cw: mention of skipping meals, dizziness/nausea

Spencer Reid x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

Spencer finds you sitting down in the stairwell. You recognize him by the sound of his footsteps, lighter than Morgan’s but less clicky than JJ’s heels. Neither of you typically use the stairs, so you can only imagine that he’s come looking for you. 

“Hi,” you say to let him know you’re alive inside the tiny cavern you’ve made of your own body. You’re bent over to rest your forehead on your knees, one hand on each of your temples as you breathe slowly to steady yourself. Overall, it’s a pretty dramatic pose. And you’re definitely getting the butt of your slacks dirty on these stairs. 

Spencer’s footsteps pass you, and for half a second you think he really is just using the stairs. He stops a few steps below you. You can feel him scrutinizing the top of your head. 

“Are you okay?” he asks in that soft, careful voice of his. “You just disappeared.” 

You had sort of fled the scene. You still feel too new to the team to feel fully comfortable, and with Strauss here for the case everyone is on their best behavior, so when you’d all been walking in the hallway and a dizzy spell had nearly collapsed you into the wall, you’d dropped back from the group and stepped into the first door you saw rather than risk bringing attention to yourself. 

“I’m fine,” you say through an exhale, lifting your head from your knees. “Sorry, I just got dizzy and didn’t want to cause problems.” 

Spencer’s eyebrows bunch. He lowers into a crouch in front of you, looking up into your face. “Dizzy—do you know what caused it? Is this something that happens often?” He bypasses your rudeness in abandoning the team immediately, and the questions come almost too fast for your addled brain to keep up with. You think you need protein. Or carbs, or something. 

“Yeah—I mean no, it doesn’t happen all the time,” you say. “I just forgot to eat lunch.” 

The notch between Spencer’s brows digs in and he brushes a piece of hair behind his ear. “What happened?” 

You shrug, embarrassed. “I packed a lunch so I wouldn’t have to take a break, and then I just forgot about it. I’ve been…” you glance up at Spencer, but his eyes are too safe and open to even contemplate deceiving. “I haven’t been keeping up with my work like I should. I didn’t want to take a break, and I didn’t even remember my lunch until now.” 

“It’s on your desk?” he asks. 

You blink. “My work?”

“Your lunch.” 

“Yeah,” you say. It comes out curved like a question. 

“Okay.” He straightens, lithe limbs extending until you’re craning your neck to look up at him. “Wait here.” 

You turn, starting to protest, but Spencer sets a pacifying hand on your head as he passes. Objections acknowledged, but ignored. Following him is out of the question; just pivoting sitting down had sent your head swimming again. 

The door bangs shut after him, and a minute later he returns with your sad paper bag and a bottle of gatorade. 

“I saw you have water in here,” he says, sitting back in his place a couple steps below you, “but I thought electrolytes might help more.” He twists the cap off and hands it to you. Rather than passing you your lunch bag, he sets it in his own lap to dig through the contents. “You want your sandwich first?” 

You lower the gatorade from your mouth, wiping self-consciously under your lower lip. “Yes, please,” you say, and Spencer hands it to you. You set the gatorade down beside you. “Do we keep these in the fridge?” 

“Morgan does.” You must look as horrified as you feel, because Spencer goes on quickly, “He won’t even notice it’s gone. He likes the blue ones the least anyway.” 

You nod hesitantly, raising the bottle to your lips for another sip. “I’ll get him a replacement in case.” 

His smile is understanding, and you’re reminded that before you, Spencer was the youngest on the team. You imagine he knows how it feels to be constantly wary of getting on someone’s bad side. 

“You really don’t have to,” he says anyway. 

You take a bite of your sandwich, shrugging. “Thanks a lot for this, but you don’t have to stay here with me. Won’t we get in some kind of trouble?” 

“I think we’ll be okay here for a little while,” Spencer says. “Actually, I don’t think most people on the team even know where this door goes. None of us ever use the stairs. And they might not have noticed we’re gone yet.” 

You give him a deadpan look. “They’ll notice you’re gone.” 

He shrugs. It’s not a denial. “I don’t mind waiting with you.” 

It means more to you than it reasonably should. “Thanks,” you say quietly, and take another bite of your sandwich as an excuse to look away. 

You haven’t even polished it off yet, and Spencer’s already dipping into your bag for more. He takes the cap of a container of grapes. 

“Here, have some of these.” He holds it out, and you shove the last bite of sandwich into your mouth to take it from him. “You probably need some vitamin C,” he muses. His eyes fall to the nearly full bottle at your side. “Don’t forget to drink.” 

You almost grin, covering your full mouth with a hand as you speak. “I can’t actually do all this at once.” 

“Oh, sorry.” He looks abashed. “Take your time.” You do, swallowing before lowering your hand to give him a small smile. It’s returned. “You know, skipping meals is actually pretty dangerous.” 

Your smile fades, but Spencer holds your gaze. His eyes are gentle. 

“I know you just forgot, but low blood sugar impedes brain function. We need to be able to think clearly and quickly to do our job. So, being nourished is really important to that.” 

You nod, chastised. He taps the container of grapes, and you pop one into your mouth. 

“Are you going to tell Hotch?” you ask him quietly. 

Spencer blinks, brows twitching together. “No,” he says. “It’s not really that big of a deal, and anyway I think Hotch would just tell you the same thing. I just think it’s important for you to know.” 

You rub your lips together, bobbing your head again. “Okay, thanks.” You look at him seriously, dropping your voice into a terrible imitation of Hotch’s deep timbre. “I won’t let it happen again.” 

Spencer grins, surprised by you, and you mirror him. You’re a bit surprised by yourself too. 

“Are you feeling any better?” he asks. 

You nod automatically, not taking even the barest inventory yourself to see whether that might be true, but Spencer can obviously tell. His brown eyes search yours, scientifically probing, like they might tell him something you won’t. You’re well aware that Spencer’s a certifiable genius, and yet you’re still learning not to underestimate him. 

“We can probably go back now,” you tell him. 

His stare holds yours a minute longer. You feel pleasurably crushed under the weight of his attention. 

After a few seconds, Spencer’s expression settles into decision. “Let’s sit here for a minute,” he says. “You should finish your food. You’re owed a lunch hour anyway, no one’s ever stipulated when or where you have to take it.” 

You crack a smile. “What about you?” 

“I’m staying with you,” he says matter-of-factly. Like it’s the only option even worth considering. “I don’t want to leave you here by yourself, and it’s probably best if I take the gatorade bottle back up with us. If Morgan sees, it’ll be easier for me to take credit if I’m holding it.”

Realized i never posted these rkgks??? From like october???? so hands them to u + 2 new ones thx to bugs activating my cat sanji neuron cell again

zoro yeah ive heard of him

Reblog if you would make a religion out of Lin-Manuel Miranda

bc Lin is def our Lord and savior lmao

I love this-

One where y/n is pregnant but doesn't tell levi but he notices her morning sickness. so she goes on the expedition and gets injured so she becomes unconscious. And wakes up in the infirmary and levi finds out and promises to take care of her.

Pregnant

(Y/N) stares off into space in her room,  replaying the doctor’s words over and over again inside her head.

You’re pregnant.

Her hand was over her stomach. A baby was growing inside, her baby.  Levi’s baby.

She was terrified. They never talked about having children. A world where there are man eating beasts out there, having a child wasn’t ideal. (Y/N) assumed Levi wouldn’t want children in the first place anyway, seeing that they are so messy and a handful to deal with. He has enough on his shoulders as it is. Being the Corporal, making sure his men don’t die. He was fully focused on eradicating the titans, what would happen if a baby was thrown into the picture?

She sucks in a sharp when she realizes something. An expedition was coming up. She cannot let him know. If she does, most likely he’ll bench her and no way in hell was she going to let that happen. They need every soldier they could get.

Then what would happen? Would Levi even want to be with her if he knows? Her heart clenches. She didn’t want him to leave her. Looking down at her stomach, she hugs herself. For now, she won’t say anything. She’ll just have to find the right time to say it or figure things out for herself.

“Don’t worry little one, I’ll keep you safe.” (Y/N) murmurs.

~~~~~

Levi rolls over to the other side, his hand reaching out to bring (y/n) closer to him. His hand clutch at bed sheets. Opening his eyes he sees the empty spot next to him. His ear picks up on retching and he slightly cringes. The bathroom room was ajar.

Getting up, he shuffles towards the bathroom. (Y/N) was over the toilet, emptying her stomach again. Grimacing, he kneels down and pulls back her hair, rubbing her back. Once she finished throwing up, she turns to give him a small smile.

“Thank you…,” she says hoarsely.

“You okay now?” He inquires, helping her  to her feet.

She nods, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Yeah, I’m good.” She brushes her teeth to get the taste out of her mouth. He narrows his eyes at her. She’s been throwing up in the morning for a couple of days and he was worried.

Once she finished, Levi tugs her back to bed.

“You sure you’re not sick? Maybe we should go to the doctor.” Levi proposes as they slip under the covers.

“No!” She quickly denies him.

He arches an eyebrow at her, not expecting her to feel so strongly about it.

“I-I mean why bother? The medics are busy as they are, no use in going to them. It’s probably nothing, honest Levi.” She reasons, glancing away.

He wasn’t convinced, but didn’t push her. His arms wrap around her, pulling her closer.

“Expedition is in three days. I don’t want you to go if you’re not in top condition.”

“I’m fine Levi, I can handle the expedition.”

Levi sighs. No use in arguing with her. She was just as stubborn as him. He rests his chin on top of her head, closing his eyes.

“Fine. But if anything comes up, tell me.”

“I will…,” she whispers, her eyes glancing to her stomach.

~~~~~

(Y/N) struggles to focus as they ride on, her head dizzy. She threw up again this morning and Levi really was about to pull her out of the expedition but she stood her ground against him. Now she was wondering if it was a good idea.

A horde of abnormals come out and they fly into action. Oh god flying was the worst. It threw her completely off balance and she wanted to throw up again. She pushes the bile down in her throat as she slices the nape of a titan.

All of a sudden she sees a shadow looming over her. Shit, she doesn’t have the time to move out of the way. Her arms instinctively go around her stomach as she got smacked to the ground. Pain explodes inside her body as she lets out a sharp cry of pain.

Her vision starts to fade. Before she lost consciousness, she heard a faint shout of her name.

~~~~~

(Y/N) stirs, her senses coming back to her. Man everything hurt. She feels something holding her hand. Opening her eyes slowly, she sees that she’s in a white room.

Looking over, she sees Levi next to her bed, clutching her hand tightly. There was this expression on his face and she knew that he knew. She looks away from him, staring at the wall. Her other hand rests on her stomach.

“Doctor said you’ll be fine. You and the baby.” He says.

Relief floods her system for a brief second until she realized that there were things to talk about now. Hiding this was over.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?”

She bites her lips, thinking of what to say. His hand holds her face, forcing her to look at him.

“I-I didn’t know how…I didn’t know how you would react to it and if you knew you would’ve benched me for the expedition-”

“Of course I would’ve!” He cuts in, his voice raising a few octaves. “Goddammit (y/n), you are carrying our baby, what if they got hurt!?”

She averts her gaze away in guilt. He was right, what would she have done if something happened to their baby?

Levi sighs, calming down. “Don’t keep things like this from me.”

“I understand…,”

She snaps her gaze to look at him when his hand rests on top of hers, the one on her belly. “We’re having a baby (y/n).” He says softly, his eyes warm.

 She gasps at his tender expression. “We are.”

“I’ll protect you, you and our baby.” He declares. This was a turn of events, but he didn’t mind having a mini copy of him or (y/n). He has to train harder to kill all the titans so their children could have a peaceful life.

Her eyes were soft when he said those words. He kisses her lips before pulling back the bedsheets, raising her shirt so he could kiss her stomach. She wanted to cry from happiness with the way he was acting so gentle.

Her heart swells with love. She didn’t expect him to react like this, but she was glad he was on board with this. She didn’t need to be afraid, as long as she had Levi, they would go through this journey together.

Levi looks like a Papillon dog don’t @ me