Author: SPNCMSH Pairing: Spencer x Dancer!Reader Warning: None Summary: You’re a talented contemporary dancer, your father is David Rossi of the BAU. One day you get a call from him asking you if you accidentally grabbed one of his files this morning at breakfast. You run the file over to the office and that is where you meet Dr. Spencer Reid. Request: “
Can you do an imagine where you are Rossi’s daughter and a contemporary dancer, and you and Reid end up falling in love? Then he meets your muscular dance partner and gets insecure, but your partner is gay and you reassure Spencer and fluff? Thank you you amazing writing genius!!!! 😊❤️” samanthaofanarchy A/N: Thank you! I’m hglad you like my writing! I think it’s safe to say this is the most interesting request I have gotten so far! I would have never thought to make the reader a contemporary dancer. Instead of some profession similar to Reid’s she is something completely different. I hope this was okay. Sorry my fic aren’t as long as they used to be, my stress level is starting to stunt my writing.
“Hi, I’m here to see David Rossi of the BAU. I’m his
daughter (Y/N) Rossi, he forgot his file, actually I grabbed it at breakfast.” You
laughed sheepishly showing the lady at the front desk your ID. She gave you a
kind smile and pushed a visitor’s badge and sign in sheet towards you. You
thanked her and walked up to the elevator. You looked at the numbers and
pressed the one for the BAU that you were directed. “Dad?” You pulled at your leggings
and walked around looking for your father. You came face to face with a blonde
smiling ear to ear. “Hi, do you know where David Rossi is?”
I was planning to take my Landscape piece home. As my Art Lecturer told me that the gallery had finished with it and gave it back.
But, unfortunately, my Art Lecturer gave the College technician my Landscape piece. And, it turns out that the technician took apart the canvas, threw the painting away and kept the Canvas wood for other students. Obviously, I was furious. Because, I spent weeks and weeks and weeks on that painting, trying to achieve a top grade for the Landscape Project.
So, the moral of the story, guise. Is, DON’T trust your Art Lecturers’. Because, they won’t take care of your precious paintings.