the british bombshell

Bombshell

An anon asked for a Reid fic where the reader is British and he gets turned on by her accent.  The team teases him for it and he eventually has to explain to the reader why he gets so weird whenever she talks.  I love this request, I really hope you like it!  Added in here a classic Spencer Reid Quote, shout out to anyone who can find it!

It gets smutty!  Some fluff ensues at the end, it’s super cute!

UnBeta’d so sorry for any errors, also flood warning!

Originally posted by toyboxboy

“As soon as Agent Y/L/N gets here, we are going to start the briefing,” Hotch said to the team, who were all still sitting around at their desks before disappearing into his office.

“Ready for the new team member, pretty boy?” Derek teased from his seat with a smirk.

“What?” Spencer asked nonchalantly.  He knew Y/N was British.  She’d been in for numerous interviews and when she was in the training field, all the other trainees were talking about the ‘British Bombshell’ that was joining the BAU team.  

“You know what,” Derek replied.

“Does Reid have a thing for accents?” Prentiss asked.  She looked at the genius with playful eyes.

“No, he has a thing for British accents,” JJ said, shaking her head.

“I see,” Emily said with a smirk similar to Derek’s.

“I don’t know if I like the looks on your faces,” Rossi said as he walked up.  After inspecting the teasing smiles of the three agents, he clocked the blush on Reid’s face.  “What’s wrong with you, coffee catching up to you this morning?”

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Unfinished Drabble #1

Lemme tell you about that time I drabbled out some Embry Call/Female Harry Potter, little scenes that have no order whatsoever. 

Embry Call imprints on English tourist Hariel Potter. Harry, as MoD, won’t age until she wants to, won’t die until she wants to.


There’s curls of red hair, a vast mane that gleams a rich crimson in the cresting sun. A curious glance over her shoulder, a flash of green and gravity’s hold on Embry shifts.

It’s the only feasible explanation of how he ends up tripping over his own two feet and face-planting the floor.


“-and this is Hariel Potter, love of Embry’s life. Just call her Harry though.” 

Embry lifts his head at Jacob’s voice, watching as the older teen escorts the vampire chic into the kitchen. 

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