reminder to fellow writers to remove your work from google docs. there are new AI programs being integrated -as well as human employees- that will effectively scrape your documents and WIPs for subject matter. oddly enough this seems to coincide with the writer’s strike so they’re most likely going to try their hand at AI generated tv shows, movies, books, etc. and you will not receive ANY compensation for them stealing your work. thankfully i only have work on there from years ago bc i use word. but regardless i won’t have some dumbass greedy corporations stealing my work because hollywood won’t pay writers fair wages. google is officially nasty. here’s a list of a few other programs i know of to use as alternatives <3
Libre Office - free
Apache Open Office - free
Novlr - subscription based
please feel free to add other options in the reblogs!!
they might allow you to opt out of AI training but there’s really no telling when they’ll decide to just change their terms and conditions and say our work is scraped at their discretion. there’s really nothing more wild than companies that are sued for theft, putting systems into place to effectively steal from customers, then telling them it’s all cool for now - until it isn’t
fuck these stupid corporate assholes! don’t let them steal your work! (AND DONT CONSUME AI CONTENT)
I've taken some time away to figure things out, not only with my writing but also in my personal life. I feel ready to come back, and I've been working on a new story (slowly) for the longest time. I've also thought about some things sooooo here we go!
1. I will be posting full stories on wattpad and on ao3. My Tumblr (which is currently under construction and I will let you know when it's all done) will be for one shots and requests.
2. The story I'm currently working on is called "Lust for Life" and it's a George Weasley x OC fic that will take place between HBP and DH. It will come out in the new year and currently, I'm thinking of posting two chapters, although it will take a bit longer to get them posted compared to one chapter a week.
3. Lastly, I want to thank everyone for my one shot “Lunchtime”. I check my notifications once in awhile and see new people liking it. It’s almost at 1k which is unbelievable to me! I may not be a part of the CM fandom anymore, but I’m glad that there are other people who will enjoy those works just as much as I did.
3.5) Oh and one more thing. I've changed all my socials to some form of olive.ems. On Wattpad, I'm oliveems, tiktok, and soon tumblr and IG, olive.ems, and on a03 it's olive_ems. I will update my pinned post with this info once everything is finalized.
Academic Rivals AU: After being sorted into Slytherin, Harry learned to put his cunning to use and followed the laws of survival of the fittest. Most people knew not to get in his way, but that Granger girl from Ravenclaw always glared at him when he passed her in the hallways. Little did he know that he had beat her by one point in DADA class and that it would be the start to years long rivalry. 😏
hey bestiesss! first off, I want to apologize for disappearing of the face of the earth. but I’m back!
because of recent events, I am going to take a step back from anything criminal minds and matthew related. Nauseous is on hold for the time being while I get back in the swing of things and deciding on the future of the series.
for now, I’ll be writing mostly harry potter related content both on here and on my wattpad (changed my user to pureblxxdd).
until then, get ready for a surprise coming soon as a way of apologizing for disappearing and as a thank you for 1k!
A/N: this is just the beginning of the chaos....also i’m almost at 1k followers!! that’s insane, and because of that i might just have something special coming for once i do hit it ;) one more thing, i’m doing a summer semester this year, and because of that the next couple of months might have more slow posts. i just ask that you please be patient with me when it comes to posting for now. thank u so much for reading!
Category: Angst
CW: Talks involving a case, talking about panic and stress and how dark the mind can go. please don’t read if you don’t feel comfortable with reading.
Summary: Y/N and her friends search for the person who left the note. Things don’t go quite as planned once they find them.
Words: 4530
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The weight of the world was on your shoulders. You could only feel the pins and needles from your elbows to your fingertips as if they were numb. Everything was heavy, from a single case file to someone speaking. At one point you couldn't hear words, you just heard muffled voices through the white noise. Your mind couldn't stop running a million miles a second with the worst of the worst while trying to keep it together. Agents were walking in and out of your apartment, checking for any bugs or clues from the hallway camera footage. Your team went asking others in your building if anything strange had happened and Garcia came straight over to multitask work and comfort. She sat next to you on the couch with her laptop in front of her. You kept your focus on the clicking and clacking of her nails hitting the keys as you ate the donut she got you and drank your tea, the sweet comforting taste of pumpkin almost calming your nerves, but not by much.
Not looking away from her screen, Garcia placed a hand on your back, rubbing up and down softly. Being pulled out of your thoughts, you took a quick glance at her. The team all looked so tired and drained. When you found the letter at your door, you immediately called everyone including Gacia, sobbing and trying not to scare your dogs too much. They solved the case the next day and then came straight to your apartment. Garcia came as quickly as she could after the call. Spencer was worried sick, he didn't want to leave your side and almost argued with Hotch about it. But you told him that doing his job will help immensely, and he listened to you. Still mad at Hotch, he stormed out with Emily to ask around.
After hours of searching and not finding much, all the other agents packed up their gear and equipment and headed out, while your friends stayed behind. Spencer sat next to you on the other side of the couch while everyone else sat in the chairs in the living room or grabbed a chair from the kitchen. Seth came by as soon as the whole bureau left, as they wouldn't let him in to take care of the dogs for you. He sat on the floor by your feet, petting Draco while you were holding Benedict. The softness of his hair helped you calm down enough to talk to your friends.
"Y/N," said Rossi, "are you sure you know who left you the note?"
"I'm positive," you weakly spoke, trying to hold in everything, "It's him. It's Michael Gabin."
"How do you know Gabin?" asked Jj, holding the letter in its plastic evidence bag.
"He was my high school 'best friend', although he wasn't really a good one..."
"How so?" asked Hotch.
"He never supported me in my dreams. He made fun of me like everyone else, he would ditch me for parties and use me. I was just something to do to him, we weren't really friends now that I think about it."
Spencer put his arm around you, pulling you in and kissing the top of your head as he rubbed your shoulder. "I just don't understand why he would do this. He didn't give a shit about me."
"Maybe there's something deeper going on with him. We'll figure it out." said Morgan.
"How do you know it's him, though," asked Emily, "What in the letter stood out to you?"
You slowly grabbed the letter from Jj and moved the bag around so then it was better to see. You drifted your finger along the first sentence. " 'Did you connect the dots, you nerd?' That was what he called me. Almost every sentence towards me ended in that and it got annoying at one point. I wasn't even upset anymore about the name just the fact that he used it all the time to get on my nerves."
"You'll get the bastard, I know you can!" said Seth. There was silence. You looked down at him and smiled, knowing that he was really saying that he's right beside you in this. You looked around the room, feeling the same thing for all of them. They were your family, and they were willing to do everything and anything to keep you safe and help you. You didn't know what you did to deserve people like them.
"We'll pick up again bright and early in the morning," said Hotch, "When we come in, Garcia, I need you to look into Gabin's backstory-work, school, family, friends. Morgan and Emily, talk to his parents or any family member to get their side of the story. Jj and Spencer, I want you both to stay with Y/N tomorrow and help her go through his story, compare what she knows to what we find out. Maybe there's something that's there but just never clicked. Rossi and I will handle protection for you, Seth, and your father."
"As for now, let's all try to get a bit of rest," said Rossi, standing up from his chair and fixing his suit. He walked up to you and put a hand on your shoulder, "Don't you worry kiddo. We're all here."
As everyone got up, gave their tightest hugs to you, and started heading out the door, Spencer stopped Hotch. "Hotch, is it ok if I stay with Y/N tonight?" He asked.
Hotch looked at him, then at you, then back at him, and nodded. Then left and closed the door behind him. Seth left with the crowd, saying he'd come tomorrow to look after the dogs for you. The two of you lay on the couch, you on top of Spencer as he played with your hair. Your head was on his chest, laying on your stomach with your arms rested on top of his shoulders. It shouldn't have scared you that badly. Yeah, he wasn't a good friend. But Michael doing this years after high school, he was being the loser this time. Not you. Spencer reminded you, though, that anyone leaving a note like that at your door is scary. If they didn't leave a clue that would help you figure him out, anyone would be terrified.
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Waking up to the smell of french toast and coffee, you learned as you walked in on Spencer setting the food down on the coffee table, that he knew what to do to cheer somewhat up in some ways. He knew what to do to make you smile even if it's small like making you breakfast. You watched from the hallway door frame as your dogs chased each other around your apartment, almost knocking Spencer over while he had your glasses of water in his hands. What gave you away was your little giggle. He looked up after setting the glasses down, smiling. You walked over to each other, right in both your arms and his, almost seeing who can give the tightest hug possible.
You tried to look as best you could for going into work, but you really weren't feeling it. You were told to not come in today but you could still do work from home since you're now both agent and victim. Jj came over early that afternoon with lunch in her hands. She had gotten subs from a place around the block and some peach flavored ice teas, and when she walked in and sat everything down, she let you and Spencer know that you weren't needed yet until Garcia, Morgan, and Emily got their info so then we could try and match them up. She played with your dogs with Seth while you tried to watch tv or YouTube videos to keep your mind of something you didn't need to really think about at the moment.
Spencer sat next to you on the couch, one arm around you while the other held his coffee mug. One leg over the other, he used his knee to balance the book he was currently reading. That's what was really helping you distract yourself after a while, as you had turned on a lofi video to have music going in the house, the way his fingers would go down the page like he was pretending to read. His middle finger would travel the page while his ring and index fingers were in the air, not missing a single word. You nuzzled the back of your head on his shoulder, hands to yourself. Everything finally felt fine.
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Later that afternoon, Garcia, Morgan, and Emily came in, the dogs running up and jumping on them. The two sat in the chairs while Garcia sat on the other side of you on the couch setting up her laptop. Jj was still with Seth and the dogs on the floor, petting them and giving them belly rubs. After asking if they wanted anything, you got up and went to the kitchen to make them coffee. Spencer didn't want you to at first, but you reassured him that you were ok enough to make it. You never met a man like him that had so much trust in you after speaking up on his concerns and worries. Setting them down on the coffee table, it was time now to compare.
"Garcia was able to find his mom easily," said Morgan, "She moved to D.C. a couple years back."
"And Michael had been staying with her for the past year," Emily chimed in, "He had got into trouble in Detroit with drugs and his mother had him move in with her so he could get help."
"That's a big lie," said Garcia, typing away at her laptop, pulling up different windows that showed his spendings and purchases, "He's been sending money to someone through Venmo and by the looks of the prices, he's not just giving this person gas money."
"Did he experiment at all in high school?" asked Jj.
Taking a moment to process the info that was just told to you, you think back again to the days he'd sneak into your room from the window after a party, trying to tell you all he did and be either be too drunk or pretend to be too drunk to care about you in the slightest. You'd be asleep and you'd feel him shake you awake at 3am. He never asked how your day went, not that you cared if he did after a while, but you listened and listened until you were drifting in and out, trying to stay awake.
"Not really," you finally said, "he would drink sometimes at parties but most of the time he was faking it to seem cool. He was lying to everyone back then and everyone knew he was just puffing his chest. He thought he was so cool because all the popular kids and druggies and alcoholics would always talk with him and hang out, but really they were playing him like a game, or like some form of entertainment."
"His mother said she let him stay with an old friend of his after a few months living with her. Do you recognize the name Sarah Sammuels?" asked Morgan.
"Yeah. She was one of the popular girls."
"Looking into her backstory," said Garcia, "she had been a stoner all throughout high school. And from what it looks like, after high school her and Michael bumped into each other, became friends, and she got him into weed and other drugs like LSD, cocaine, molly. When he found out she also had moved here, he convinced his mom that it was best if he lived with her. Since then, they've been going to the same guy."
"Where does he work?" You asked.
"He works at a burger joint and...eww it's a really crappy burger joint called Ben's Burgers," She typed away, pulling up more windows, "Doesn't pay him enough as he's said in multiple posts on Facebook..." Her face looked as if two people ran into each other and got seriously hurt, almost like a 'That's going to hurt in the morning' type of expression, as she read one of the posts. We all looked and everyone else had the same reaction. You, on the other hand, weren't too surprised by this.
"That definitely sounds like him," you said, "Michael could never hold even the shittest of jobs."
"What else do you know about him," asked Emily, "Did he ever talk about home?"
"That's all he talked about when he was drunk. His dad was abusive to him when we were kids and then left him when we were in middle school. His mom really did try throughout the years but he wasn't having it. He was always so mean to her for no reason. Come to think of it, it's quite shocking he and Sarah get along so well. He never really treated any girl or woman with respect."
"Was his father like that?" asked Spencer.
"I'm not sure, but I wouldn't be surprised."
"I did look into both his parents," said Garcia, "His father was definitely not nice to women at all growing up. His mother was very abusive towards him, going so much as making him stay home from school a lot to get her alcohol and hurt him. She'd lock him in the shed with no food or water for days and no one knew. By the time he was ready to report her, she passed away due to liver failure."
"So...maybe this is Michael's way of getting back at women. Maybe his father told him something before he left." said Jj.
"Maybe. But right now, let's give this information to Hotch and Rossi and then we'll continue our search from there." said Spencer.
Morgan got up from his chair and pulled his phone out of his pocket as he walked to the kitchen. Seth softly rubbed your knee as a way of showing support as he got up from the floor. He said he was thinking about walking the dogs at the park and offered to everyone if they wanted to join. You focused on the conversation, but your ears were also paying attention to Morgan and what he was telling Hotch.
"Hotch," said Morgan, "so we found some more things on his back-..." He was cut off mid sentence, listening to what Hotch had to say. From the look on Morgan's face, it didn't sound like good news. "Wait he did what?!...Um, ok we'll be there in five...are you sure?...yeah you're right. Ok, we'll be there as fast as we can." He hung up the phone and looked at all of us worried.
"Seth, you're going to have to walk the dogs on your own today. Something happened at Quantico and Y/N needs to come with us."
"Michael somehow managed to sneak another note in one of the case files. Everyone in the building checked everything but he was nowhere to be found, so either he somehow disguised himself as an agent or we have a mole helping him out."
The weight was coming back. Everything was slowly getting heavy again, and Spencer could tell. He held your hand tightly and squeezed, letting you know he was there. It shook you from your thoughts and suddenly a little of the weight lifted once you looked into his hazel eyes. He smiled, and for a moment you felt safe all over again. That only lasted until you got to the 6th floor, where you found Hotch and Rossi sitting in Hotch's office. When they saw you guys come in, they came out and stood at the railing. Looking around, you saw some agents from different departments running in and out, collecting all they could to help out yours. Phones were ringing like crazy, and the amount of talking that was going on turned into white noise again.
Hotch advised everyone to go to the conference room, and as you all walked in Spencer still held your hand firmly, even when you sat down. He rolled his chair closer to you, and while you thought that Hotch would say otherwise, he surprisingly didn't say anything about you two being so close. He stood with Jj in front of the screen, looking around the room. His eyes met with yours and you could tell he saw right through them. The worry and the panic, the fear and the pain.
It was almost as if he understood so much that he was letting you be.
Rossi later walked in with the new note already in an evidence bag in his hands. Jj soon put it up on the screen for everyone to see (read), but looking around the room you saw confused expressions.
"So the guy is a fan of codes?" asked Morgan.
"Does any of this mean anything to you?" asked Hotch.
You nodded. "Michael was obsessed with codes. He'd give me one that he didn't think I could solve and when I did he'd give me one even harder. I knew he was doing this to get under my skin, but honestly I had a ball solving them. Codes are always fun."
"Go with Garcia and Spencer to her lab while they look over the letter and figure it out. Jj, the press somehow found out about today's note, so I would like you to talk to them and tame the situation. Emily and Morgan, you're with Rossi and I to go to the morgue and look at the bodies again. Compare what you find with what happened today and anything the three can find."
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"We've cracked some of the hardest codes an unsub can come up with, yet THIS ONE is the one that's giving us so much trouble. Even for our boy wonder over here and it's numbers! His favorite."
"That's Michael for you, Garcia," You said. You were sitting next to her at her desk while Spencer sat on the table behind you, watching the monitors from above, "It's shocking that he got better at them. I thought he'd be over it after we graduated." You turned around and saw your boyfriend, looking stumped.
There was a moment of silence. "Hello? This is where the doc comes in with some other ways of solving the code." said Garcia.
The more you stared at him the more you realized he wasn't stumped, he was in his head figuring it out. "Bubs?" Spencer snapped out of his thoughts, blinking a few times. "Yeah...yeah sorry," He got up from the table and walked closer to the screen. He and Garcia got to work, pulling up all different alphabets and putting them in grids. The three of you came back together and compared the note to each one, but still nothing.
The more you stared at the note, the more you began to think. It was right on the tip of your tongue. It felt so familiar to you, so nostalgic. It then hit you like a train, the numbers and how they were specifically arranged. They didn't belong to any real alphabet, only yours. "I know what this is."
"You do?" They asked at the same time.
You signaled Garcia out of her chair and once sitting, you went to work. "The one thing he used on me to make me think we were actually friends was our code. He created a code for us to use in class or any situation where we wanted to talk to each other without anyone knowing what we were saying. He liked using stuff like that because he knew I was a sucker for this kind of stuff." As they watched, you put the numbers from the note on one line, and your alphabet in a line below that. The computer matched them up and generated a message that read:
'Why was the princess locked in a wine cellar? So then she could spend her days planning an escape. But the grandfather clock kept ticking, and when she sobered up, she soon realized it was all a lie.'
"Who knew we had two geniuses in our pockets!" said Garcia, who you switched spots with so she could put it together in her file.
"Not a genius, just gullible." You said, trying your best to sound ok. Spencer could tell, however, that you weren't. You pulled your sleeves down so then your hands were covered before crossing your arms over your chest. You looked down to the floor, staring down into space. Was this starting to get too much for you? The more you figured out, the closer you were to getting him. Sure, he wasn't a good friend to you in the slightest, but what if it got bad? What if he had to be shot at?
"You ok, bubs?" He whispered to you, but you didn't hear him. Your mind kept building up your worries, making you shake a little bit. You felt like you were about to explode until you felt someone grabbing your hands, making you look up and see Spencer looking worried.
You grabbed his hand and gave a half smile. "I'm ok." You said, giving you a half smile in return. He understood you were trying to be strong, but didn't like seeing you in so much stress. He wished he could hold you tight while laying on the couch and make you feel safe. He wanted to protect you from whatever was going to happen, protect you from Michael. Even though he was of course going to let you do your job if Hotch allowed, he wasn't going to not do anything if the chance came.
"Ok, looking at this there is one obvious clue," said Garcia after a few moments of silence, "like how the princess is you, but I'm stumped on the rest."
You looked at the first sentence again, trying to put something together. "Garcia, are there any abandoned restaurants in D.C. that would have a wine cellar?"
She looked through her database and came across one that was surprisingly down the street from your apartment. "It was just recently closed down about 6 months ago and it's expected to be demolished two days from now." said Garcia. With this info, you ran with it and took it to Hotch, who gave his orders to the team before calling in backup. You walked to the cars with your vest on and gun ready, thinking you were going to go on the field with them until Hotch walked up to you as you were about to get in one of the cars.
"Y/N, I need you to step back only a little bit. You are going out on the field but only to talk to Michael. In no way are you going to fire at him if it does come to it, understand?"
You nodded. "I understand. I wouldn't want to shoot him even if I had to. He deserves to be locked up, not killed."
Hotch nodded as he put a hand on your shoulder, patting it a few times as he walked off to the other car. You sat next to Emily in the back while Morgan and Spencer sat up front. A ride that took only 10 minutes felt like hours, as the nerves in your stomach grew and grew the closer you got. For a split second, you almost got mad at Morgan because you thought he was taking his sweet time driving, which wasn't like him at all-or really any agent for that matter. You weren't really ready to see Michael again, especially in a situation like this. Graduating high school, you remember giving a big middle finger to the building before you got in your dad's truck. Not only was it generally to the school, but also to its students, including Michael. You thought you'd never see him or anyone from your class ever again.
What would he be like? Would he be completely different and act as any other unsub would, or would he be himself? Michael, who used his charm to get what he wanted out of you. The one who would pretend to be nice to you around certain people and then turn into a douchebag around others. What would he do this time? Would he even try to do anything at all? There was more to the note that you didn't even touch on, which usually isn't like them. Maybe they just wanted to get the bastard as fast as they could, but the last part, 'But the grandfather clock kept ticking, and when she sobered up, she realized it was all a lie'.
What was the lie?
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The building was deteriorating bit by bit, ripping away all its history. According to the file on your phone, this restaurant was a family business for almost 100 years and they were getting ready to build a whole new, more modern take on the place before it completely crumbled to the ground. There were apartments above it, where the whole family lived. This was the perfect spot for Michael to hide-old, broken, and so weak that one touch could be dangerous.
Getting out of the cars, you gathered with swat in front of the building and began coming up with a strategy. Spencer held your hand tightly and kissed the top of your forehead before separating. You were with Hotch and Rossi while Spencer was with Jj and Emily and Morgan with swat. You carefully entered the front, as the door was already unlocked. Immediately you knew this was a trap and you hoped that the rest of the team knew that, too.
Flipping the switch to see that the electricity was still working, you checked all over the bottom floor from the dining area to the kitchen. Nothing seemed out of place, nothing looked like an obvious clue. Everything was clear, but before you could get upstairs the lights went off and everything became a blur. You heard gunshots, yelling coming from everyone around you. Then you heard an even louder scream, lower in tone but very familiar, and the panic began to set in.
"Spencer?" You called out.
Silence.
The lights shortly came back on and everyone gathered in the dining area again. You looked everywhere for him, but you thought you were just too frantic that your brain wasn't working right. Bumping into someone, you thought it was Spencer but instead when the person turned around and saw that it was Rossi, you broke. Without even thinking, you wrapped your arms around him, crying on his shoulder. Rossi held on tightly to you, not knowing why until he heard you whisper Spencer's name repeatedly.
"HOTCH," yelled Morgan as he came out of the kitchen, "Where's Spencer?"
"He wasn't with you?" asked Hotch.
"He was until the lights came back on. I thought he went to Y/N."
'Michael didn't," you thought, '...Michael couldn't have.'
i’m currently working on chapter 12 (i think almost finishing up too) and looking at the word count, i don’t think i’ve written this many words since the first chapter...aaaaa
A/N: I feel like my smut is getting worse and worse aaaaaa but told u that things were going to get interesting (finally)! Also thank you so much for 3.1k reads on wattpad wtffffffff :') ....if i were to change nauseous all up and change this from a Y/N story to an OC...would it be good idea? aaaa but yes thank you for reading i love uuuuuu <3
Category: All three. Fluff, smut (NSFW18+ MDNI), angst
CW: masturbation, stalking
Summary: After getting a stomach bug, you aren’t able to go to work. But you do find other ways to cope the feeling of missing Spencer
Word Count: 1915
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It had been a couple of months since the copycat cases, and nothing has happened since. You told Hotch and the rest of the team your epiphany and went along with it. Since no new files connected to them had dropped on the round table, you climbed on the jet and focused on others while also low key keeping a high profile. Something still felt off to you about these cases, however. It got to a point where you were just comparing them to your own life since there were a few similarities, like the locations-Detroit and DC. You grew up in south-east Michigan and then moved to DC for work. But when you went to the, "I'm a woman, and the women are the main focus" thought you knew it was time to stop that. That feeling would never go away, nagging at you to keep trying-that you were almost there to the truth.
Today of all days, you woke up in the middle of the night close to missing the toilet as your guts flew out. You called Hotch in the morning telling him that it was just a bug, thinking it was only a 24 hour thing and then you can head back in tomorrow. He told you about a new case they were going to in Arizona, and that tomorrow you would help Garcia. Later that morning, you checked your phone to see that Spencer was calling. You smiled as you slid your finger along the arrow, putting your phone on speaker so you could feed your dogs (or at least try).
"Hi bubs," you greeted, "I'm letting you know now that I-"
"Are you feeling ok? Did you take anything? Does your head hurt? It's probably going to last a bit longer than a day...maybe three are you sure you aren't-"
"Spence, I'm fine," you said calmingly, "I thought about that too but we haven't had sex in awhile. I have my ginger ale and all the bread and butter I can use to make buttered toast. Plus I have my children with me and if I need anything Seth is right next door. I'll be in the bat cave tomorrow with Garcia helping along here. You have nothing to worry about."
Spencer let out a little sigh of relief, or at least you hoped it was. He told you he would call tonight and check in and then said your goodbyes as he had to get on the jet. You spent your day laying on the couch, binge watching Matloft on the Hallmark Murder and Mystery channel eating as much toast as you wanted, thankful that you had some of your favorite ginger ale to make you feel better.
Feeling a bit better as the sun hid behind the buildings outside your apartment balcony, you decided to nibble on some chocolate. Monk now on the tv, the delicious candy handled well in your stomach. Your phone rang and you put it on speaker.
"How's my favorite doctor doing?" you answered.
"Doing alright," said Spencer, "but how's my favorite girl doing, hm? How's your stomach?"
"I'm feeling a bit better! I've been eating chocolate and it hasn't come up at all. Kind of missing home, too. A bowl of chicken lemon rice soup sounds amazing right now."
"Well maybe one of these days we can go back to your dad's cabin and grab some on the way! That actually does sound really interesting, you have my mouth watering already."
You both giggled at his little joke. It was something you felt that you needed and you were really missing him. "I wish you were here." you then said.
"I wish I was, too. I miss you, this case isn't solving the same without you here."
"Good thing I'll be with Garcia tomorrow morning...or maybe that's a bad thing now that I think about it."
"Oh I can't wait!" Spencer chuckled.
"Say," he asks, "going back to what you said earlier, have we really not have sex in awhile?"
"It's sadly true," you sigh, slowly getting up from the couch and heading to your room, "work has really been kicking us in the ass. Guess that's what happens when you take a month vacation, or taking one the day after you get back from your first case on the field."
A thought popped into your head. "Maybe we could change that..."
Spencer's voice went from playful to confused quickly, almost sounding nervous "I mean, of course we can when I come back, but-"
"We don't have to wait till you come back! What if...we tried over the phone?" You slowly started rubbing over your tits, softly squeezing them here and there.
"I-I mean..." Spencer went silent for a moment. "...are you sure?"
"We don't have to if you feel like you'd get caught. I don't want you to get in trouble from Hotch." You slowly moved your hand down your body. "But that just means you have to wait until you come back...and that would just be hell, wouldn't it?" You slid your hand down to your core and felt the wetness that pooled. "How distracting it would be if you were at the station, trying to put together a geographical profile or presenting the profile, and have me pop in your head from time to time, leaving you distracted from your work because you're thinking about all the things you want to do to me."
He went silent again. You knew you got him, and he knew it too. Picturing him in his hotel room, nerves building up inside him mixed with excitement. You heard movement over the speaker, the ruffle of the bed sheets, his breath hitting his phone. "Ok one last thing before we do this...do you feel alright enough to do this? Because once you say yes, there's no going back."
"Spencer, I'm ok. I want this." You reassured him.
He exhaled a little, as if all his worries about you fell off his shoulders. "Now c'mon, do you want your angel...daddy."
Got him.
"You have no idea how much I want you," Spencer's voice was lower, both in tone and in volume. He went silent for another moment, "...how do you do this?"
You giggled at his innocence. "Just tell me how it feels...what you're thinking about. There's nothing to worry about, Spence. It's me. Just be yourself."
You took his lack of a response as a yes before pouring out his thoughts. "I miss you so much angel," he began, "I'm not going to lie, I was thinking about you earlier."
"Oh really? What was I doing?" You started rubbing circles on your clit, biting your lip so you didn't make a noise too early.
"I was sitting in the conference room of the station earlier today, writing up the profile. I was almost finished when I started thinking about how at about that time, you'd come in with coffee in your hands for the team. It helped me missing you, but then I started thinking about you in a red tank top because..well, it's Arizona," He chuckled under his breath, but it sounded more like he was hiding a groan, "Anyways, I thought about you in a red tank top, talking to me as I'm finishing up. Then, I gently push you down to the floor and l-let you do as you please..."
He stuttered as he told his story. He wasn't talking with his mouth anymore, his lust was taking over. The way he went from his normal self to slowly easing into a more darker, deeper tone, made you realize how fast you picked up the pace. "Who knew you could have such a dirty mind at work, Doctor." you said as you slowed yourself down a bit.
"You wanna know the best part? As soon as I felt myself getting hard, Hotch came in asking if the profile was finished. And...immediately, as soon as he left the room, I thought about you hiding under the table...mmm...continuing your work."
A soft moan escaped your lips before you even had the chance to stop yourself. His whimper caught you off guard. You never thought he would be so adventurous with his lust, but the fact he was willing and open to new things made you smile-you liked that in a person. You picked up your pace again, feeling like you weren't in control anymore.
"Fuck I miss your pretty noises, angel...Do that again."
He didn't even have to ask. You were imagining that your fingers were his, working on your clit while he fucked you so hard. You thought of his head in the crook of your neck leaving marks to make sure people knew you were his. You thought of his breath on your neck, and the groans and little moans and whimpers in your ear. You let out a string of moans as you heard him softly groan and whimper. "It feels s-s-so goo-d daddy!"
"Yeah? Are you close?"
"S-s-shit yes yes yes please let me cum daddy...fuck please!"
"Cum for me, angel. Let me hear you."
You waisted no time at all. The knot in your stomach tightened and broke as a silent moan left your mouth. You ended up a whimpering mess, mumbling his name and curses under your breath. "Fuck angel just like that...I-I'm gonna...cum oooh!" He came shortly after you, groans and curses leaving his lips. You thought you were going to cum again, but you were always turned on by his noises just as much as he was with yours.
After you both rode out your highs and calmed down, Spencer spoke. "That was incredible, Y/N!"
"I'm glad you liked doing that, bubs." You said through a smile.
"Liked? I loved that! We have to try that again one day."
"I think that's a great idea!"
"I miss you so much. But I'll see you tomorrow over the video call with Garcia."
"The video call?"
"Oh shut it!"
You both giggled at your little banter before saying your I-love-you's and goodnight's and hung up. You got cozy in your bed and as you were about to drift to sleep, a loud banging on your front door startled you. You stayed in your bed holding a pillow for a few before getting up, you're dogs barking like crazy. You grabbed your gun from your bedside table and slowly walked to the door. You looked through the peephole but no one was there. You tucked your gun in your pants before opening slowly. Looking to your right, and then to your left in the hall, no one was there. A crinkle sound came from under your foot as you tried to slowly step out. Looking down, you picked up the piece of paper and went back in. Back against the door, you looked at the paper. You felt your face go from frightened to panic as you read. 'No...this can't be happening...'
In magazine cut outs, the letter read:
"Did you connect the dots, you nerd? Did you find out that it's me?"
hey bestiesss! just covering all my bases but chapter 10 of nauseous is finalllyyy out! hoping for chapter 11 to be posted this coming week or weekend☺️💕
A/N: AAAAAAA hey besties i'm baaaaaack! honestly, i lost all motivation for a couple of months, especially because wattpad is getting censor
A/N: AAAAAAA hey besties i'm baaaaaack! honestly, i lost all motivation for a couple of months, especially because wattpad is getting censored. i was scared that this story was going to be taken down, but now i've decided to keep going. Thankfully, this series is also on here so if nauseous is taken down on wattpad it will be here safe and sound. Also shortening chapters has been a nice thought. I'm sorry this one sucks i'm kinda rusty and this is more of a filler/catch up, but we're back at it again boizzz! Also, thank you so much for over 900 followers! Really really crazy but i'm so glad you guys are enjoying my fics. And I'm really glad everyone enjoyed lunchtime! I didn't think it would get that much love as I thought that kink wasn't something others would be into so I am planning on writing more one shots with other kinks I have. Things are just about to get good in nauseous...ok anyways i love uuuuuu <3
Category: Angst (??...yeah sure we'll go with that lol)
CW: Talks of cases; talks of murder
Summary: It's time to go back to work, and oh boy are they in for a "treat"
Word Count: 1817
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Every time your alarm rang, you quote Cinderella at it, groggily saying, "Oh, that clock. Old killjoy." You hate waking up early, as sleep was such a beautiful thing in your book. When you were asleep, you were at peace, as if everything that had happened that day whether good or bad just went away. You were free in your dreams, running around like a child in a field of lavender. You had that dream here and there before you met Spencer. When the feelings for him grew over the course of a week, you started getting that dream frequently instead of waking up thinking you didn't dream or remembering a weird one. He would show up as a shadowy figure on the other side of the field and you would run over to it until you woke up once the figure turned around.
After you two made it official, the blur of the figure disappeared and turned into him. You would run as if it was the speed of light towards him, and he would turn around in a lilac colored cardigan, barely hiding the huge grin on his face. Spencer would pick you up around your waist and lift you up as he spun you around. Right before you kissed, however, you woke up. You were into the meaning of dreams, so you thought that at the right time, the kiss would happen.
As you got ready for the day, you couldn't stop thinking about the past month. You remember meeting Spencer and how your heart skipped a beat when your eyes first met in the conference room. You remember getting drunk and high with the team and how your boss was pretty much the life of the party without really meaning to. You laughed to yourself as the thought of Spencer high on edibles at Rossi's came in. He ate a whole brownie before Garcia could give a warning and once it kicked in it was hard not to laugh at his goofiness as he would only talk about Star Trek the whole night. He could've had the whole pot of spaghetti his munchies were so bad.
Garcia crept into your brain again as you got in your car. That night, instead of Spencer coming in to clean you up, it was Garcia.
With a wet washcloth in hand, she stood by the door and saw you on her bed, the laughter and voices echoing down the hall and into the room. You tried to cover yourself but she waved her hand away.
"Sugar cakes, don't worry about it," she said, walking over and sitting in front of you on the side of the bed. In a comforting way, she put a hand on your leg, rubbing it gently, "I'd be mad if it was other people on my bed going at it like rabbits. But you two? I don't seem to feel any steam coming out of my ears."
"Are you sure?" You asked, embarrassed, "I'm so sorry, Garcia."
"I'm just thankful that boy genius got laid."
The two of you laughed as she handed you the cloth. You took it and began cleaning yourself up, trying to clean what fell out onto the bed. Once you were done, Garcia gave you some advil and some water as you gave her the cloth back.
"Are you feeling ok, hun?" She asked as you were sipping on your water.
"Yeah, just a bit sore but nothing I can't handle." You hand her the glass of water back and fixed your pillows so they'd help you sit up.
"Reid is a very kind and respectful guy, Y/N," she said as she softly rubbed your leg, "I've known him since Gideon brought him on the team, I know he wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
"I see that in him," you said, "When he's not ruining me he's a total sweetheart and always open to trying new things if he wants to. He's really special to me, Penelope. I've never met someone like him. He's probably the first guy to want me for everything else, like the sex is just a bonus. Men back home were never like that."
Garcia smiled as she got up, looking down at you before leaning down and kissing the top of your head. "I'm glad you're here, Y/N. You've been the last missing puzzle piece for our team since you first walked in the conference room." Then she left, probably to let you rest.
You were still for a few minutes before you decided to try and get up. Once you were able to stand, you walked slowly out of the bedroom and back to the living room, which felt like it took you years to get to. You saw Spencer sitting on the couch next to Morgan, taking a joint from his hands. You watch as he put it to his lips and inhaled, holding it in for a sec before exhaling a big cloud out. He coughed before taking it back to his lips and took a couple more, handing it over to Jj.
As you parked in the parking garage, you remembered the butterflies you felt when his eyes caught yours. Morgan had got up and helped you walk to the couch, where you lay down with your legs on Spencer's lap. That night was so magical, but now you're back to work, dreading the amount of files that would be piled on your desk.
When you got out of the elevator to the 6th floor, you walked in the bulpin thinking you'd see Spencer at his desk, but your smile faded when you didn't. You looked around the room until you turned all the way around to the conference room, seeing all your friends in the window. You quickly-but calmly-walked up the ramp and into the room with a smile on your face, yet it went away again once you felt the room, seeing all their stern or worried faces.
"Y/L/N," said Hotch, "please take a seat."
"Is everything alright?" You ask as you sit next to Spencer. He locks his arm around yours and takes your hand in his, kissing it, knowing it was a way of his to comfort you.
Hotch was silent for a moment before he spoke. "While we were on our vacation, new cases have come to us. These cases were ones we had already solved, however."
No one spoke as he explained the two copycat cases. One was based from The Fox, a case they solved years ago, but it wasn't exact. The fox was more known for killing big families but this copycat killed small families, ones with only children. The other was one you knew all too well. A few years ago, couples were left in trunks of cars, all cut up and stabbed. You studied this case when it happened, and wrote an outstanding paper on it for class.
"We now have a copycat on our hands. This investigation will be going along while we also work on other cases. If needed, protection will be put for our loved ones. That is all. So far there hasn't been one to go to, but myself and Jj will let you know if one comes in."
With that, we all slowly walked back to your desks. Thankfully, yours was right in front of Spencer's. A part of you felt safe no matter what scenery you were in. But you still felt worried. With not being on the team for much time, you were scared for your friends. Stuff like this was part of the job, but that didn't mean you couldn't be human.
One thing was lingering in your mind the whole day...Was there a deeper connection between the two copycat cases?
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Later that night, you finished your work for the day and headed home. Both you and Spencer felt too tired to do something, so you both went your separate ways. When you got home, you threw your bag and keys to a chair and fell on your couch as your dogs attacked you with love and kisses. Taking your boots off, you took your phone out and looked through your delivery apps to see if anything sounded good, but you didn't feel that hungry as you saw all the delicious options.
Remembering you had some wine on the counter, you got up and poured yourself a glass. You got changed into crewneck sweater and sweatpants that had U of M written all over it. Putting your hair up in a high ponytail, you made your way back to the couch and went through your phone, catching up on text messages from your dad, looking through memes and videos.
After a bit of time has passed, you were on your third glass and were feeling very tipsy. You turned on your speaker and went through your the music on shuffle before stumbling upon a song from high school, Strawberry Avalanche by Owl City. You hadn't listen to it or his music in years, so you decided to keep it on for old times sake. As the song got to the chorus, you felt your tipsy brain taking over, getting up from the couch and dancing along. Your furry friends-as Garcia would say-joined you as you picked up Draco's paws and gently brought him up on his back legs, while Benedict barked and went around in little circles, his eyes never leaving you.
You went to sleep after your dance party, wanting the comfort of your own bed rather than the less comfortable couch. As your children climbed on and settled down, you tried to drift off right away, wanting to go back to your dream, but you couldn't stop thinking about the deeper connection between the two cases. That feeling was bothering you beyond belief, as if it was on the tip of your tongue or right under your nose. 'They're not just copycats,' you thought, 'so then what's the other connection, if there is one?'
You sat up, letting your pillows support your back. You grabbed your notebook from the side table and pen and started writing down what you remembered from what Hotch said. They are copycats from two they have already solved. One in Detroit, the other in their own backyard. It couldn't of been anniversaries because they didn't happen on their exact days, but it could be revenge on the team.
You went deeper into the cases to feel an epiphany run through your whole body. The Fox copy killed smaller families, but the wife was left last. And in the Detroit copy, it was only straight couples and the women were stabbed the most.
A/N: i hope you enjoy! this was a fun concept to work on after not writing any for awhile. the writing might not be as good as I would’ve liked it, but i still hope you enjoy :)
Category: smut(NSFW18+ MDNI)
CW: daddy kink, praise kink, fingering, unprotected sex
WC: 1543
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"Give it back, Y/N!" said George, trying to grab his journal out of your hands but you wouldn't budge. You went into his dorm after class like usual to find that all was left was a note telling you that he would be back soon. You had found his opened journal to see that he was writing about you, more so what he wanted to do to you and you to him. He walked in on you holding it in your hands while laying in his bed, grinning devilishly.
You continued to play your little game, fighting George off on top of you while trying to keep the page you were on with your finger in the book. You giggled at how your giant of a boyfriend was failing, a little mean but you were being playful. "Don't make me tickle you!" He threatened.
You knew he got you there, you hated tickling. But you felt a bit bratty, which was something he had in his journal. You put your forehead against his, slowly grinding against him and whispered, "Make me."
"Oh, you're going to regret that." George grabs the book out of your hand and throws it across the room, not caring where it landed. He cups your face and meets his lips with yours, his tongue forcing his way in. You feel a hand sneak under your shirt and play with your tits, softly rubbing your nipple in between his index finger and thumb while sucking on your neck.
You let out a whimper at the contact, which made you feel a chuckle vibrate against your skin, a grin forming. George slowly moved his hand off-making you whine at the loss of contact-and found its way under your skirt and in your panties, rubbing small circles on your clit. You let out a soft moan, wanting more. He understood and slowly slid two fingers inside you, making you moan louder as he thrusted them in and out of your heat. Thankfully, you put the muffliato charm on his dorm awhile ago.
"You're practically soaked, little one." He said.
"Fuck don't stop daddy, it feels so good!" You moaned out.
George's eyes winded, the realization that you really read his journal hitting him. But he didn't show any signs of nervousness or embarrassment, he wanted this. He was waiting for this.
"Yeah? You like when daddy fingers your tight cunt like this?"
You nodded profusely, never breaking your eyes from his deep brown ones. "Use your words."
"Yes daddy, I l-love it-fuck!" You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the knot in your stomach tightening as your clenched around his fingers. You thought you were going to be in for a treat, as one of the things he said he wanted to do was overstimulate you.
But he stopped suddenly, pulling his fingers out of you. The look on his face went from lust to rosy cheeks slowly, making you concerned as his eyes looked down to his coated fingers.
"Hey, what's wrong bubs?" You asked.
"I-I dunno," he said, not making eye contact, "the embarrassment is hitting me, I guess."
You sat yourself up, using your left elbow for support as your right hand cupped the side of his face. You gently moved his head to look up to you and you smiled when you saw his eyes meet yours. "We don't have to do this if you feel uncomfortable, Georgie," You began, "I am truly sorry I looked into your journal. I invaded your personal space and that wasn't ok. You don't have to be embarrassed, though! The amount that I read is the reason why I'm so wet right now. I'd be thinking about it all night even if we didn't do anything."
George gave you a little smile just enough to show that he didn't feel as embarrassed as he did. "This is why I love you, Y/N," he said, "I do want this. I've been daydreaming about this all night every night for the past couple of months. I just didn't want to push you into something you weren't comfortable with."
"You're literally the sweetest guy I've met," you smiled, "But that's why we have conversations like this. That's important."
He got off on top of you and lay next to you, rubbing lightly on your arm with his clean hand. You took his other hand and put his fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue around slowly as you tasted yourself. When you took them out with a pop sound, you thought he almost lost it.
"So, how much did you read?" He asked curiously.
A cheeky grin appeared on your face. "What other ideas do you have in that brain of yours, Weasley?"
With a cheeky grin of his own, George got off, stood at the foot of the bed and started stripping. As each piece of clothing came off, your eyes couldn't dart away even if you wanted to. His body was immaculate, and your favorite part was his v-line. He stripped off his pants and boxers, his cock springing free and hitting his stomach lightly.
"Like the view?" He asked as he stroked his cock.
You bit your lip as your legs closed and rubbed together, trying to get some sort of friction.
"Don't close your legs, darling," His voice was low and dark, "I want you to take your panties off and rub your clit for me. I want you to beg for my cock, and until you do, you're going to have to just watch."
You didn't hesitate. You did as you were told, rubbing your clit and letting out little mules and whines. The sight of him getting off was so hot to you-seeing the mix of pleasure and the torture on his face making you drip. Picking up the pace, you let out loud moans. You couldn't take your own teasing. You wanted him. Needed him.
"Oh please daddy, please fuck me. I need your cock inside me so baaaad-fuck I'm aching for you, daddy please please please I want to cum all over your cock!"
He pounced on top of you and started moving the head of his cock against your slit, teasing you before pushing himself deep inside you. You both let out moans and groans as you adjusted. George then slowly moves in and out before picking up the pace. You bit your lip as you wanted to take everything in, but he didn't like that.
"C'mon, be a good girl and let daddy hear those pretty noises of yours." He said before taking his cock fully out and slamming back into you, causing you to let out a high pitch moan.
George hid his face against the crook of your neck, feeling the vibrations of his groans on your neck as he left open mouth kisses. "Godric, you're so tight. You make me feel so good." He whispered in your ear.
"Feels so good, daddy...S-so big!" You moaned.
"You like being stretched out like this? Like when daddy's all the way deep inside you like this?"
You clenched around his cock, feeling the knot in your stomach getting tighter again. "You wanna cum for me, little one? Wanna make a mess over daddy's cock?"
"Yesyesyes please daddy let me cum! I'm so c-close. Don't stop don't stop don't stop!" Your nails were digging into his back, dragging them down and leaving marks. He hissed at the pain out of pleasure, chuckling breathlessly against your skin as you felt him twitch inside you.
George placed his hand on top of yours, interlocking your fingers together. "Fuck I'm close, too. You ready for my cum? You wanna cum with me?"
"Please daddy, fill me up with your cum. Please cum with me...ooooh fuck iwannacumiwannacumiwannacuuuummm!"
"Cum," he growled, "cum with daddy. Let g-goooo fuuuuuckk!"
"i'mcummingi'mcummingi'mcummingggg!"
The knot in your stomach broke, spilling curse word after course word from your lips as you felt your walls being coated in his warmth. George bit your shoulder as he rode out both your highs. He stayed inside for a few moments before slowly pulling out, watching it pour out of you and onto his bed.
"That's so hot." He finally said.
You let out a weak chuckle. "We should've thought about a towel." You joked, making him giggle a little bit.
George got off the bed and went into his bathroom, grabbing a wet wash cloth to clean you up. When he was finished, he lay beside you, wrapping his arm around you and letting your wrap yours around his waist. You snuggled your head into his chest, the feeling of his comfort taking over you.
"You did so good, bubs." He said, kissing the top of your head as you felt the tips of his fingers softly moving against your arm.
"I never thought of you as one with a daddy kink, but it is really hot." you said softly, already feeling yourself drifting in and out.
"Oh, I was going easy on you there. There's more that I want to show you."
"Well, I'll be ready for when that time comes. But right now I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes open."
"What, no round two?"
"I love you, Weasley." You said, rolling your eyes at him as your eyes closed.
hey girlies/gays/theys/besties! my name is liv and welcome to my blog!
A little bit about me is that I’m 21, I’m from Michigan, I’m bisexual, and a huge nerd. Writing stories is my favorite hobby, as it’s a way to escape from reality from time to time. Building worlds is my favorite pass time lol.
I used to write fan fiction in middle school/beginning of high school. The first was a Mitchel Cave fic (you may know him from Chase Atlantic but at that time he was in a boyband with Christian called What About Tonight and also doing covers on youtube with Clinton) and the other was a Toby McDonough fic (from the band Before You Exit). I came back back in August of 2020 because I had finally found something to keep me going.
When I started this blog back in September, I originally just wrote for Criminal Minds (mainly Spencer but I was and still am open to all characters), but as time went on and things changed in my personal life, I wanted to start writing for Harry Potter as well!
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