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Spencer Reid
Multi-Fics
Hold That Thought - BAU!Reader hides her feelings from her best friend and neighbor, Spencer Reid. The pair finally ready to admit their feelings, but what happens when the pair keeps having their confessions interrupted? I # II # III *
One-Shots
Fluff
Just Wanna Be Close To You (*) - Spencer comes home to Reader curled up refreshing her college software awaiting her final grade.
Wallpaper (*) - Reader likes to tease Spencer by changing his lockscreen during his coffee breaks. But, what happens when she finds his homescreen is already set to a picture of her?
Out of Context (*) - Soulmate!AU. Every night, a note arrives in a little box, one sentence from your soulmate’s day. Knowing your soulmate is out there is one thing, but finding your soulmate is a whole different story.
Angst
Ghost of You (#) - Childhood friends, Reader and Spencer spend their entire lives together. But what goes through their heads when the pair is torn apart?
Smut
Button Envy (!) 18+ - Reader knows just how to get under Spencer’s skin, the jealousy leading to a night she could only wish for.
Parting Gift (!) 18+ - “What am I supposed to do while you’re gone?” “What do you usually do when I’m gone?” “...Wait for you to come back.”
Other MGG Characters
One-Shots
Franklin
What I Do Is Hard Work (!) 18+ - After Franklin’s team loses the annual bowling tournament, this god needs to blow off some steam and remind his girl whose name should be the only one leaving her mouth.
UPCOMING FICS
Spencer Reid
Paper Cranes (#*) - After a lost pregnancy, Spencer and Reader feel hopeless when it comes to having their own little family. But will this ancient Japanese legend hold true to its word, granting Spencer his greatest wish?
All Rights Reserved (!) - Requested! - Post-Prison Spencer is possessive of his things, including his girl, and wants to show her who she belongs to.
Title TBD (*) - Requested! - Spencer’s daughter’s teacher requests he present at their career day only knowing he carries a badge and she won’t take no for an answer. Spencer now has 20 pairs of eyes on him and he has to give a presentation that won’t scar a room full of 6 year olds for life.
Emily Prentiss
Meowstermind (#*) - In the midst of a breakup, Sergio works to reunite Emily and Reader to get his human’s back together.
Chip Taylor
Soap Suds (!) - Most people think of laundry day as boring or tedious. I thought that too, once. But seeing Chip Taylor... Laundry days became a tad more interesting.
Franklin
Down In The Alley (*!) - Requested! - Franklin One-Shot Collection
Ray of Sunshine (*) - Franklin starts his first day in a small town, being paired with the one girl he never thought possible.
Lane Loving (!) - After four years, Franklin spends all his time in the alley Reader’s family owns. What happens when the two teens head over heels for each other are left alone after close?
Bowling Blessings (*) - Years later, Franklin and Reader are stronger than ever. For their anniversary, Franklin decks out their alley for a very special night.
Love is in the Lanes (!) - Franklin and Reader get married, before she surprises him with their unique honeymoon suite just for Franklin.
Baby Splits (*) - Franklin now teaches the little kid bowling classes. Reader shows up with shocking news, but seeing Franklin with the kids reassures her future with the man she loves.
A/N: Searching for this gif made my brain go brrr bc look at this man. Look at him. This is my second fic for the discord fic swap which I wrote for the lovely @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff !! I got to finally write our Chippy boy with a GN reader <33 thanks to @imagining-in-the-margins and @sunlight-moonrise for helping this story come together!!
Chip Taylor x GN!Reader
Category: Fluffy Smut
Warnings: Oral (Male Receiving), Blanket Consent
Word Count: 1.4k
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Most people think of laundry day as boring or tedious. I thought that too, once. However, once I got the chance to move here, laundry days became a tad more interesting than I expected. As I make my way into the dingy room full of machines, I’m greeted with the beautifully clueless man next-door. Having my pick of machines, I walk over and set my basket atop the machine directly next to the man.
“Good morning, Chip.” I chime, beaming a smile to the man to my right. He shoots a small smirk in my direction as he measures out the detergent in his hands before tossing the liquid into the machine.
“Good morning, Y/N.” He smiles as he presses some buttons to begin his laundry cycle. He gathers his belongings into his own basket as he looks at me. I must have a dumbfounded look on my face as he cocks his head to the side like a confused puppy. “Is there something wrong?”
“Oh honey… please… you’re making me itch.” I playfully chastise him. I quickly grab the bottle of fabric softener from my own basket, stopping his machine to add the liquid to the mixture. “At least use fabric softener.” I whisper, mere inches from the man’s face. I see him deeply inhale, eyes wide before I turn back to my own laundry.
“But… what does it do?” He asks bright-eyed, almost child-like. I grab my own basket and start my own cycle. Grabbing the softener to add, pour some in my own load before giving the bottle to Chip.
“Because, it makes your clothes soft. And it smells wonderful. See?” I ask, holding the bottle to his face. He takes a whiff from the bottle and I see a slight smile play on his lips as I pull the bottle away. Screwing the cap on, I toss the bottle to the basket before turning to the man. I place my hand on his chest, feeling the scratchy fabric beneath my fingertips. “A sweet, sweet man like you deserves to be swaddled in the softest clothes, Chip Taylor. That way, you can smell just as good as you look.” I wink at the man, a confused smile playing on his lips.
“Listen, I uh,” He clears his throat. “I know I can be pretty dense, but you’re giving me some…pretty big signals here, and I don’t know if I’m reading them right but…I hope I’m somewhere along the right track.” I chuckle as I push on his chest, his hips hitting the machine as his hands grasp the edges. I lean towards the man, lips ghosting over his own. I feel his breath stop as he stares at me.
“Stay right here.” I whisper before pulling away from the man. I make my way to the door beside us, quickly flipping the lock. As I turn back, I see Chip’s chest rising and falling, his knees already trembling. As I get back to the man, I rest my arms around his shoulders and pull him toward me. “Is this the track you want to be on?” I ask, brushing my lips against his own.
In a split second, Chip leans forward and presses his lips against my own. His hands come to rest on my cheeks, holding me against him as our lips move against one another. I slide my head down, moving to press kisses along his jaw and neck as my hands work their way down his torso. My hands brushes down, coming to rest on the sweatpants adorning his hips. My tongue works over a spot just below his jaw as my hands moves over the bulge in his sweatpants. A whimper releases from Chip’s throat. I pull away and admire the mark along his skin before looking at the needy man in front of me. I give Chip a chaste kiss, his lips chasing my own as I pull away.
I slowly work my way down to kneel, leaving marks along his chest in my wake. My hands move from his bulge, grasping both sides of his pants, tugging them to pool around his ankles. Looking up from my spot, his cock rests against his stomach painfully hard. My hand wraps around him, a small whimper being tugged from him. Sticking my tongue out, I drag it base to tip, wrapping my lips around him as I watch his eyes screw shut. Chip bites his bottom lip to contain his moans, but I simply hollow my cheeks around him in retaliation. Pulling off him, I dig my nails into his thigh.
“You can make noise. No one will hear you over the machines, honey.” I chuckle, licking a stripe along the underside of his cock. The action pulls a deep, guttural moan from the man in front of me. His hand weaves its way through my hair, subconsciously guiding my head up and down his length. I release a moan around him as his precum coats my tongue. Chip’s head falls back, his hips bucking forward as his cock hits the back of my throat. Moans tumble from his lips as he struggles to keep from bucking into my mouth.
Whimpering around him, I move my tongue along the bottom of his cock as his hips
slowly start a rhythm fucking into my mouth. My jaw goes slack as he picks up his pace. Looking up through my lashes, I see Chip slack jawed as he groans and slides further down my throat. His other hand is white-knuckled on the edge of the laundry machine as his grasp tightens further in my hair. As I lock eyes with the man, his thrusts become uneven as his breathing becomes heavier, more jagged. The room is filled with his moans and whimpers, the man unable to form even a simple sentence. He begins to slow down, his moans going up an octave as my lips wrap tightly around his tip. His hips stutter for a moment before his hand pulls at my strands, his release coating my throat. I continue to suck at his cock, swallowing every ounce of his warmth before Chip is tugging me off him. He looks down at me with a dazed look in his eyes, a dopey smile adorning his cheeks.
Taking a breath, he holds my hand in his own, helping me up from the floor. Before I could stray far, he wraps his arms around my waist pulling me in for a kiss. It was slow, but sweet. Much like the man holding me. I pull away from the man chuckling at him as his eyes sparkle with a smile.
“Did that clear it up for you, baby boy?” I ask, winking at the man before walking back to my own station. He gulps down some air as if unsure what to say. But after only a second, he looks directly at me and chuckles.
“Not at all, actually. I think we should keep going.” He suggests, biting at his bottom lip again. “You know, just to be sure,” pulling a laugh from my throat. I pull my basket from the machine, cradling it in my arms. A loud knock rings from the door, causing the man in front of me to jump five feet in the air. He scrambles to pull his pants from his ankles as I stand there staring at the sight in front of me. Walking over to him, I see a slight panic in his eye from the disturbance.
“How about this?” I ask. Reaching into my basket, I throw dryer sheets at Chip who scrambles to catch them. “You go get some dryer sheets and fabric softener. Wash your bedsheets.” I say, looking at the man through my lashes. He swallows, a confused look on his face. I lean towards him, my lips brushing his ear. “Then, I’ll come over and let you do whatever you want.” I whisper, pulling away from the man. His eyes widen, like he was just told he won the lottery. He sprints to the door, fumbling with the lock. I just laugh and ask, “Where are you going?”
“I gotta go to the store. Like. Right now.” He yells, ripping the door open. He sprints through the hall, almost shoulder-checking at least 3 other residents on his way. At least I know I’ll be having an interesting night.
I have a question about your writing (and I’m sorry if this has been asked before)! How do you write all types of kinks so well? Do you find it more difficult to write things that aren’t your personal preference? Love all your work!!!✨
The short answer?
But on a more serious note... 😅 I usually only write kinks that I’m intimately familiar with. I’ve participated in aspects of the BDSM community for several years, although I still fall victim to a lot of the lazy writing* that might make some people doubt it.
*Casual reminder that choking with the hands around the neck should almost never be practiced IRL. The feeling of domination can be safely and accurately reproduced by simply placing a hand gently on the neck or covering the mouth with your hand (while leaving the nose open) for short periods of time.
Most of my fics are based loosely on things I’ve experienced, so it’s easier for me to recognize how things made me feel. That being said, I think anyone can guess pretty accurately with a little bit of self-reflection.
Worst case scenario, if you’re struggling to understand a kink or experience, try reaching out to someone in the BDSM community (there are thousands of wonderful articles, too!) We usually have a story or two to share ☺️
I definitely find it more difficult to write things I don’t enjoy myself, but that’s true for non-smut topics, too. For example, writing a super insecure Reader is very uncomfortable territory for me. The Reader in TB&TB is essentially me, so anything that is far off from her, I will struggle with. But I am a deeply empathetic person, so I find it pretty easy to pick a random friend of mine to reflect their personality rather than my own.
Also, thank you for your kind words, and your questions are never a bother!
Summary: It’s all fun and games until Luke shows up, and he doesn’t like when his lovers mess around without him.
A/N: Hey heyyyy. We have here a PolyAm Ralvez x Reader fic. This is my first time writing a threesome and it was a lot harder than I thought. Once again, a big thank you to @imagining-in-the-margins for making this story nice and neat for everyone. This is my NSFW story dedicated to the lovely @httpnxtt Enjoy!
I stared at the grandfather clock by the wall, watching the larger hand tick as each second passed by at a slow and tortuous pace. I absolutely hated waiting. I wouldn’t consider myself to be an impatient person, I just didn’t appreciate my time being wasted. There are a bunch of things that I could be doing right now, such as making out with my boyfriend, but I had to wait. Why?
“Please stop tapping your foot,” Spencer said, “you’re making me nervous.”
Because our boyfriend said so.
Luke was back at Quantico, doing god knows what, while Spencer and I were instructed to wait for his return. This was not unusual, Luke regularly asked us to wait for him. He didn’t want to miss out on the fun. His excuse was that Spencer and I spent more than enough time without him already, since the both of us were in a relationship before he met us. However, it has been hours already, and I was terribly, utterly horny.
Request: Spencer and Reader are on a mission to ask out their coworker.
A/N: This is the SFW Fic I wrote for my Discord’s fic swap. I got the lovely @httpnxtt , so naturally, I had to write another PolyAm Ralvez/Reader fic!
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader/Luke Alvez
Category: Spicy Fluff (Rated T)
Content Warning: Allusions to oral sex (both fem/male receiving), heavy petting
Word Count: 5.8k
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I had a job to do. A terribly important job with unbelievably high stakes. The kind of task that very well might change my entire life. However, at the moment, my day job was getting in the way of it.
As it turns out, serial killers don’t actually give a shit about my need to ask out my coworker. Again.
Not the same coworker, mind you. If it were, that would make this significantly easier. After all, I already knew that Spencer liked me; we’d been dating for almost a year now. Not to mention the fact he’s horribly transparent.
This new guy, however, was much less predictable.
Maybe it was the fact he always seemed genuinely interested in what someone was saying, even when it seemed impossible. Maybe it’s the way his smile grows too slowly and too wide to ever be faked well enough to fool me. Maybe it was just wishful thinking.
All I knew was that Luke Alvez was exactly the man we’d been waiting for.
A/N: Hello Lovelies!! I’m back with a new fic! This time it is for our girl Emily! I wrote this for my bby @lexieshuntingsstuff for the latest Secret-Fic-Swap in Pom’s discord server! Big thankies to @imagining-in-the-margins and @sunlight-moonrise for helping me plan this and make it what it is today!
Emily Prentiss x Reader
Category: Angst/Fluff
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 2k
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Staring at the black luggage atop the once shared bed, I reach for the small pile of sweaters. A small black paw reaches to swat at me, the pile tumbling from my hand and onto the bed. Sergio looks at me with his big green eyes before curling himself atop the once neat pile. I nudge him to the side, trying to push through the packing. Sergio is a stubborn little guy, instead leaping into the luggage as if to tell me no. Laughing through some tears, I pick up the beautiful little guy, nuzzling my face into his fur while his purrs vibrate through him.
“He really does love you.” Jumping in surprise from the voice in the doorway, I turn with Sergio to see Emily leaning in the doorway with tears in her own eyes. My throat tightens holding more tears back, opting to nuzzle back into the sweet boy in my arms. “You can keep your key, you know.” She whispers, coming toward me. Looking up at her, I see the heartbreak in her beautiful chocolate eyes staring back at me. I can’t tell if it’s actually her or if I’m projecting my own heartbreak onto her.
“Are you sure?” I ask, Sergio pawing at me to give him more attention.
“I’m rarely home anyway.” She says looking at the floor as I force a small laugh that ends up more of a nasally huff in agreement. “Sergio needs his human. Both of his humans.” She whispers, looking me in the eye. I feel the tears bubbling up, my throat tightening more. I turn back to my luggage, setting Sergio to the side of the case before Emily can see the tears fall.
“Thank you.” I breathe out, my voice cracking from the emotions involuntarily pouring out. Footsteps shuffle toward the door, a brief silence before I hear the door close as the tears fall freely down my face.
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Stepping onto the elevator, I feel my heart plummet. Although it’s been weeks, I still think back to the time spent with Emily. The nights spent watching movies, the endless cuddles on the couch, and the whispered “I love you”s. As I step off the elevator, memories of Emily greeting me as the doors open come rushing back. The way she’d grab my hand, pull me towards her for an endless fit of kisses. The times we’d trip over our own feet fumbling down the hallway, giggles flowing through the short distance.
As the doors open, the hallway is no longer filled with giggles and kisses. A melancholy feel floats through the air now. A reminder of everything that once was. Shuffling down the hall, I dig my key out of my pocket as I approach the doorway. Stepping inside, I’m hit with a burning smell. Rushing over to the kitchen, Emily is pulling something out of the oven with a perplexed look etched into her features. She throws the pan down on the counter. Looking up, our eyes meet as she tosses the oven mitt atop the pan.
“H-hey, I wasn’t, uh, expecting you tonight.” She stuttered before smoothing her hands over the fabric of her dress. The dress.
“Yeah, I uh,” I cough, suppressing the emotions attempting to bubble up. “I came to see Sergio. I didn’t think you’d be here.” I say as Sergio makes himself known, meowing at Emily in the kitchen. She bends down to pick up the sweet feline before making her way over to me as I set my belongings on the counter. I reach up to pet him between his ears as his purrs ring between us. I feel Emily’s eyes on me, my gaze cast to the floor. I slowly look up, taking in the striking appearance of the woman in front of me. “Wow.” I whisper. My eyes linger on the dress. The one I bought her to wear for our first anniversary. The one she made sure to wear every anniversary after that. “You look beautifu-” I compliment, reaching for her before a loud knock at the door interrupts. Emily’s eyes widen, looking between the door and I before going to set Sergio down. I put my hand out to stop her. “Don’t worry, I can get it.” I smile, seeing a slight panic in her eyes before making my way over to the door.
My hand grasps the knob, swinging the door open towards me. “Hello beau-” the man is cut off, taking in my appearance. He’s an attractive man. An attractive man with flowers in his hands. An attractive man with flowers at Emily’s apartment.
“Uh, hi. Sorry. You’re looking for Emily. Come in.” I choke out, before moving from the doorway. I walk back to the counter, coming face to face with the wide-eyed woman staring at me.
“Y/N, I can exp-” Emily starts, setting Sergio down on the couch, reaching out. I snatch my bag from the counter before rushing toward the door. As I pull the door open, Sergio brushes against my ankles trying to stop me from leaving yet again. Looking down at the feline, a single tear slips down my cheek. Turning to Emily, I see her standing at the counter in our dress as Emily’s guest stands feet away with the bouquet still in his hands.
“Goodbye, Emily.”
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Walking down the hallway, I force myself to stare at the door ahead. There’s no more reminiscing on what was, only what is. After the run-in with Emily’s date, I figured it was best to stay away for a while. But I missed that sweet feline something terrible. So, Emily and I agreed I could meet her when she wasn’t away on a case to pick up Sergio and take him to my new apartment for a few days before returning him. Essentially, we share custody of Sergio much like you would a human child.
Walking up to the door, I lift my fist to the door to knock. I still have my key, Emily insisted I keep it. It felt… wrong. Knowing that these four walls were no longer my home, no matter how much my heart longed to return. Emily was no longer mine, and I had to accept that. Emotions try to bubble up, but I force to suppress them as the door swings open to reveal an exasperated Emily on the other side.
“Y/N, hi. I was uh,” she stops, trying to catch her breath. “I was just trying to find Sergio but he seems to be avoiding me at all costs.” She breathes out as I see Sergio peek his head around the bedroom entrance, his bright green eyes reflecting in my own as Emily just squints and glares at the cat. I give a slight laugh as I move to set my stuff on the counter.
“He seems to be on stealth mode right now.” I giggle, shuffling down the hall with Emily in tow behind me. As we push open the door, Sergio is sitting atop the comforter kneading into the fabric while purring as loud as a motor. He looks over at Emily and I, just staring. As Emily makes one small move toward the bed, Sergio bolts off the bed into the closet across the room. Emily looks to me with annoyance in her eyes as a smile works its way to my lips. She sneaks over to the closet, finding Sergio sitting in the middle of the floor. As she bends down to grasp the animal, he bolts through her hands and legs making a B-line for under the bed. He squirms his way to the center at the furthest part of the bed. A laugh escapes my throat as Emily walks back over to me, moving to lie on her stomach. As she kneels on the floor, she grasps my wrist to pull me down with her.
As my knees hit the floor, Emily worms her way under the bed with only her waist down visible. I shuffle down, moving my way to lie beside her. Both our arms are outstretched trying to attract the feline who is simply staring at us with his bright eyes, and I could swear I saw a smile in his eyes. The longer this goes on, the more flustered Emily becomes, and the more giggles escape me. As the minutes pass, Emily works to attract Sergio, but my eyes are only on the woman beside me. Eventually, she rests her arms on the floor. Turning her head to look at me giggling before bursting into her own fit of giggles. Our cheeks brush against the carpet as we just stare at one another laughing. As it dies down, I’m left looking into Emily’s eyes.
“Hey, um” she starts, looking down to clear her throat. “Do you just want to stay here tonight?” She asks, a look in her eye I can’t quite pinpoint. “I bet we can trap him tomorrow.”
“He does have to come out sometime.” I smile, seeing the corners of her lips turn upward. She nods before moving to get out of the small space. As I squirm my way out, Emily has already disappeared. Walking down the hall, I drag my fingers across the drywall reminiscing on the time once spent here. Reaching the end, I lean my shoulder against the wall as Emily paces through the room, phone to ear. Her hair is up, but her bangs and wisps are flying in every direction. Even in ratty house clothes with her hair a mess, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. As she hands up the call, she notices me standing here.
“I ordered a pizza. I figured we could just watch some movies if you were up for it?” She questions, her shoulders tense as if she’s… nervous. I nod and smile, grabbing her hand and pull us toward the couch.
Over the next few hours, it’s just us. We ate half the pizza as we watched our favorite movies. At some point, we stopped actually watching what was on the screen, lost in conversation with one another. “So,” I begin, not sure how to start. “How’s Andrew?” I ask, looking down to fiddle with my fingers.
“I wouldn’t know.” she replies as I feel her eyes boring into me.
“Oh.” I whisper, picking at the skin around my nails.
“I didn’t actually want to go on that date.” She announces, placing her hands over my own. I look up at her with shock in my eyes. “I picked him because he is nothing like you. I thought that would make it easier.” I see a single tear fall down her cheek before she quickly wipes it away. “But the whole time, I still just wished it were you.” She whispers, cupping my cheek with her hand as I stare into her glossy eyes, tears pricking at my own. I lean into her hand before wrapping my arms around her. I bury my face into the crook of her neck as her arms wrap around my waist. As we lay there, I feel content. I feel blissful. I roll over to lay along the side of Emily, my hand draping over her stomach as Emily presses a kiss to the top of my head.
As we settle back into a comfortable silence, focusing on the motions on the screen, our lovable feline hops up to Emily’s lap to curl into a ball. He tucks his paws beneath his body as he purrs like a motor. “Well look who came to the party.” I laugh.
“Well… I guess that means you could go home now.” Emily states. I look up at her in shock, seeing the sly smile play on her lips. I gently smack her chest before curling into her side, petting Sergio between his soft ears.
“You’re gonna have to try harder than that to get rid of me now, Emily.” I smile against her. She wraps her arms around me tighter, our little mastermind curling himself between us as he stitched our little family back together with his tiny little paws.
Hello Lovelies! In reworking my masterlist, I will be reworking my taglist! Since I will begin writing for JATP, I have a couple different taglists you can join listed below!
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i’m glad!! i haven’t written much recently since it’s finals time and i have one single braincell working at the moment, but i plan to work on it over break! 😌
I don’t have a fic quite yet- but I have a sticker announcement!
Over the last month, I spent hours making stickers for the cast of Julie and the Phantoms! The show brings me so much joy I just had to make some little stickies! They’re officially available on my Etsy shop, MelancholySunCo, Link here!
Also, if you’re a fantom... we have a discord!! We have a bunch of amazing friends in the server to talk all things JATP! The invite is linked here, feel free to join our little fantom fam!
I have 7 brand new packs! There’s a JATP pack, a Madison pack, Charlie pack, Owen pack, Jeremy pack, as well as specific packs for Julynn and Juke! I would love to make more in the future if y’all would like them! I included the sticker listing pictures below <3
Fanfiction writers aren’t your puppets. We aren’t robots who can write and produce content for you specifically on a whim. It’s HARD. And it’s supposed to be FUN. If you don’t like the content someone is creating for THEIR blog, then you can easily click off their page.
If you’re upset someone is putting out more than one genre then the other, wait for what you want. OR, find another page that writes that genre. There are a million nice ways to ask someone for content or address your concerns about something- but there are also...
MANY. WRONG. WAYS.
Content creators make stuff for FUN because they ENJOY it. But if you’re going to be rude about it then you can easily leave 🤪💛
Request: OMG can you write a luke x reader x spencer smut??? i think we would collectively d*e😍😍😍😍 your bi spence fic was amazingg - @ellvswriting
A/N: I have been so excited about this one. TURN IT UP. Also, I wrote this piece as part of the Fic Swap for @httpnxtt :)
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader/Luke Alvez
Category: Smut (NSFW)
Content Warning: PolyAm Relationship (no primary), fingering, oral sex (male receiving), M/F/M threesome, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, impregnation kink, Daddy kink (joke), aftercare included, pregnancy/kids mention
Word Count: 6k
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People have always said that time passes faster on the way home. While that might be true for the people on their way, it certainly wasn’t true for those of us waiting at home. The minutes stretched into hours and by the time the sun started to set, I was already half asleep from the prior adrenaline rush from the text that read, ‘On our way home.’
The only thing that succeeded in stirring me from my seat on the couch was the loud, excited banter of two men on the other side of the door. That back and forth also stalled them enough that by the time the door did open, I threw myself at the first man to step over the threshold. He only barely caught me, no doubt aided by the other man’s hand holding him up.
“Welcome home!” I nearly shouted in Spencer’s ear.
“I told you we’d make it back before the sun went down,” Luke said as he wrapped his arm around the both of us. It was mostly just to move us from the door so he could close it, but there was some love there, too.
A/N: Hello lovelies! I had the pleasure of writing for @wave0fg00dvibes again in the SFW fic swap in @imagining-in-the-margins server! This fic was very interesting to write, I’ve never written a soulmate AU but I hope y’all like it! Also, it’s my first gender neutral reader fic!
Also thankies to @sunlight-moonrise, @definitelynotkatesblog, and @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff for being amazing betas and especially Rory for making sure this was gender neutral for me! <3 I appreciate y’all immensely
Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader !
Category: Fluff!
Warnings: None! It is a soulmate AU though! : )
Word Count: 2.2k
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I keep my box under my bed. Everyone treats theirs differently. Some people treasure it, others fully ignore it. I settled for something in the middle. At the age of five, each child receives a box that connects them to their soulmate and each night, the box would have a single note inside, a random sentence from your soulmate’s day in a mock of their handwriting. A soulmate is someone that just gets you. A connection of minds, total understanding, and unconditional love. Someone you can be yourself with. Knowing that person is not only following and understanding you, but is also always beside you is heartwarming. Knowing you have a soulmate out there is one thing, but finding your soulmate is a daunting task. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you could learn about your soulmate’s life, like their job or their passions. Everyone looked forward to learning about their soulmate, except me.
I could never understand a word my soulmate was saying. The notes in my box were always the most random facts that no one in their right mind would know. Everyone always told me I had an older soulmate, that I wouldn’t randomly find him in school one day. When I was only 12 years old, he was already talking about graduation and college while I was talking to my best friend about bands and the newest YA novels at the public library. I wish I could say the odd factoids showing up in my box were helpful, but they made things even more confusing. On the odd occasion, I would get something hinting toward who they were but that was rare. This person must spit facts every other sentence with how many of them I’d accumulated. Each night, when a new slip of paper with their chicken scratch would appear, I would neatly attach them to the growing scrapbook of notes with the date it appeared. Maybe one day, if I ever got to meet them, I could ask what each of these meant.
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I never thought I would miss the riddles placed in my box, but anything was better than seeing messages from your soulmate, and thinking they’d found their soulmate. It became months of messages about a girl, how enamored they were by her beauty. At first, I thought it would pass, and they would realize their mistake and find me. As the days passed, the bits of information rapidly changed to something about “Maeve” every day. Occasionally, I wondered what they could possibly have from my day that connected to the new love of his life, what snippet of my soul was being passed off as “Maeve”. Some days, my heart felt irreparable, shattered by a person who was apparently blissfully unaware of my existence. Day by day, watching my soulmate fall in love with someone else, I began to understand the people who ignored their box from the day they got it. They got to live their lives without this hopeless wondering and pain. This feeling of being unknowingly unwanted by your own soulmate. Maybe my soulmate was one of those who ignored their box. Maybe they were unaware of the pain I was experiencing, that they were causing, going about their life with whomever they wanted while I was forced to wait in hopes of someday crossing paths. Some days, I wished I could ignore the box, throw it away, and meet someone for myself.
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After 25 years of trying to put that damned box out of my mind every night, I couldn’t ignore the small sheets that appeared. No matter how hard I tried to put my mind past the box, to ignore it for a day, I never could. I would check the slip, maybe find a small sliver of information to find my soulmate. Suddenly, the notes turned sad. Some days, there wouldn’t be a sentence at all. The sentences that did pop up were painful to read. There was no more “Maeve”, but there wasn’t much of anything anymore. The sentences that did come up would be that of an “I’m fine” or a generic response about being okay. But even I could feel the lie through a slip of paper. I could feel the agony but there was nothing I could do, they were still unaware of my existence.
I made it my mission to say something silly every day in the off chance that it would be what shows up in their box, maybe pull at least a hint of a smile from them. Sometimes, they were dad jokes that even I would cringe at as I laughed. Sometimes, I tried spitting random factoids like they once did, although mine were nowhere near the level of their knowledge. Other days, I just tried saying something of affirmation to someone. “You are enough.” “You’ll get through this.” “You matter more than you know.” I never was quite sure whether those sentences made it onto the notes. Maybe they didn’t. Maybe they were getting something so absurd from my day that they just toss them in the trash as a waste, or they could simply ignore their box.
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The next day at work, the air felt different. There was no longer a melancholy gloom hovering, instead it was more serene. As I made my way to work, I noticed more smiles on my commute. Children running through the streets to get to school, little birds weaving their way in the sky. The sun was shining bright, casting a warm glow on the people in the streets. Pushing my way into the small cafe, the aroma of coffee and pastries hits my nose. The warmth from the ovens radiating through the cafe, matching the newfound warmth in my smile. As I walk toward the back room, regular customers wave hello with cheery smiles plastered on their cheeks.
Tying the strings of my apron behind my back, I make my way toward the register to clock in and relieve another barista from morning duties. As I wipe the counters to begin my early afternoon tasks, the bell chimes above our door. Turning to greet the customer, I plaster a lively smile on my face, coming face to face with a cheery-eyed woman. Her cherry-red cat-eye frames rest along her plump cheeks, a faint blush across the skin with fire-red lipstick framing her infectious smile. Next to her, a tall man with a mop of brown curls stood. Timid, his hands were shoved in his pockets as his messenger bag hung from the side of his frame.
“Hi Darlin, what can I get started for you today?” I ask the woman in front of my register as she digs into her cat-shaped purse for her card.
“Could I possibly get two nitro cold-brews please?” she ask, almost jumping with glee at the thought. Giggling at her excitement, I press the buttons on the screen before turning to the man beside her. “And for you sir?”
“Could I get a medium dark roast with cream?” he asks, using his fingers to brush stray curls from his face. “Did you know adding cream to coffee actually keeps your coffee warmer 20% longer? Adding cream thickens the coffee, which adds viscosity, causing it to evaporate slower. You'd be surprised just how much heat evaporation carries away. Slow the rate of evaporation, and you avoid a lot of that heat loss. It’s also a big reason why your coffee stays warmer with a lid on the cup,” he adds in a rush, smiling at the fact he drops. I just smile, nodding along with his knowledge drop before moving to the bar and making their drinks.
As I hand off the drinks, I ramble my own nonsensical fact. “Did you know the darker the coffee roast, the more caffeine there is?” I ask, setting the cups down onto the counter as the woman rushes to grasp her two cold-brews.
“Woah, really? That’s so cool!” she chimes, sipping on her cold brew as the man simply shakes his head.
“That’s not-” he begins, cut off by the woman as she drags him away to the condiment bar in the corner.
“Have a great day!” she calls behind her before shoving the man away from my space. “Spencer, she does not need your smart ass telling her she’s wrong,” she whisper-yells, swatting his arm with her purse as he pulls a mountain of sugar packets from his bag.
“I can’t help that she was wrong about her own job, Garcia!” he insists, dumping every packet into his cup. I just laugh at the nonsense occurring, knowing full well I purposely messed up my fact to get a reaction from the apparently all-knowing man.. As the woman shoos him out the cafe door, she waves goodbye in my direction before scurrying down the street with the man.
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As I prepare for bed that night, I pull the box out from under my bed. Taking a deep breath, I hold the wooden object as I prepare myself. Setting the box down on my desk, I pull the small slip from the box, my jaw dropping as I see the chicken scratch pasted on the slip. “Adding cream thickens the coffee, whichit adds viscosity, causing it to evaporate so it evaporates slower. You'd be surprised just how much heat evaporation carries away.”
He’s my soulmate? But he’s so… young. He couldn’t be any older than I am.
I pull my scrapbook from my desk, flipping through the pages looking at every note I ever received. Through the facts I could never comprehend as a child, and could still barely comprehend as an adult. He’s my soulmate?
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I spent all night tossing and turning. Knowing my soulmate is out there, meeting my soulmate, it was all so fast. Does he know I’m his soulmate? How would I even find him again? As the sun shines through my window, I am regrettably aware of the lack of sleep my body has gotten. I pull myself out of bed, getting myself dressed for the day in my favorite clothes. Today is the day I’m going to confront my soulmate. Knowing nothing about the man, other than his coffee order and first name, I make my way downtown to the quaint cafe from the day prior.
The air feels different again. Similar to yesterday, it’s less gloomy. It feels... alive. I breathe in the crisp breeze as I make my way down the cement path of the city. Before long, I arrive at my little coffee shop and the coffee and pastry aroma fills my nostrils. I make my way to the register, greeting all my lovely coworkers as I order my usual along with the coffee Spencer ordered the day prior. Grabbing my drinks from the bar, I walk toward the tiny corner table of the cafe pulling my book out of my bag to pass the time away waiting for Spencer to make an appearance.
As the hours pass, I began to worry he wouldn't come. That he doesn’t know it’s me, or he doesn’t care to find out. The sun is setting, the cafe beginning to close for the night. The more the time that passes, the lower my hope falls. If he hasn’t come to the cafe yet, he probably won’t be coming any time soon. Taking a deep breath, I close my book as I stand from the table, the hardcover taking its place in my bag. I grab the two cups from the table, my own completely drained and the dark roast ice cold by now.
As I go to toss the cups into the rubbish bin, I freeze as the cafe door flies open causing the small bell to ring through the empty store. Looking toward the commotion, I see Spencer sprint into the cafe. As we lock eyes, he makes his way over to me as I’m frozen in shock.
“Hello Y/N. I was hoping I would find you here. I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner,” he greets me, his nose twitching as his hand grasps at the nape of his neck.
“Hi, Spencer. It’s nice to formally meet you,” I smile, giving a small wave in his direction with my free hand. “How did you figure out I would be here?” I ask. Without a verbal response, he shoves his hand into his coat pocket, pulling out a small slip of crumpled paper and placing the creased sheet in my hand. Looking at the message on the sheet, I’m faced with ‘Did you know the darker the coffee roast, the more caffeine there is?’ I giggle as I pass the sheet back to him, seeing the puppy dog eyes on his face. “Just so you know, I know what I said was wrong. I just wanted to see what you had to say about it.” I smile at him before offering the cup of coffee to the man. “I got this awhile ago. It’s ice cold by now, but I’m pretty sure it’s just the way you like it. Mountain of sugar included.”
“You remembered my coffee order?” he asks, giddy as he looks at me. He sips on the stale coffee, a smile plastered onto his face. “It’s perfect,” he chuckles before downing the rest of the cup. “I know I’m a tad late for a cafe date, but would you like to go get dinner with me, Y/N?” he asks with a hopeful look in his eye.
Request: Reid comes home to you dressed up like Harry Potter with Jack and Henry -@ilovecatswwehp
A/N: Just a little ficlet about two sweet boys! Hope you enjoy the heated debate over Spencer’s Hogwarts House!
Couple: Spencer Reid/GenderNeutral!Reader
Category: Fluff
Content Warning: Harry Potter References
Word Count: 1.2k
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You know that saying, “stuck between a rock and a hard place”? My night was turning out something like that. Except instead of a rock and a hard place, I was stuck between a lion and a badger.
I’d lost track of whose turn it actually was in the debate between the boys after about the fifth objection. I was pretty sure it didn’t actually matter either way— I understood the gist of their arguments.
The only problem with my growing apathy and exhaustion was that by the time the door opened and revealed my boyfriend, I couldn’t even be bothered to move. So that’s what he saw when he walked in: Me, dressed in a closet cosplay of a Harry Potter character with Jack and Henry each tugging on one side of my scarf.
“Welcome home,” I managed to drone in the dullest possible register.
The description for ' must have been the wind' sounds so good!!! Excited to read it. Do you have an updating schedule?
hello friend! as of right now, i don’t particularly have a posting schedule due to work and school demands. i am, however, slowly working on some fics at the moment!
i’m glad to hear your excited for this one! i was a bit bummed when i saw someone multi-requesting it so i haven’t touched it in awhile! maybe i’ll pick it back up again soon!
Summary: Reader went for a breakfast run and came back with 6 new friends.
A/N: I was inspired by a Tiktok and just had to make this. Wes is too cute and deserves domestic life. If you haven’t seen Dollface yet, you should! It’s on Hulu.
Couple: Wes/Reader
Category: Fluff
Content Warning: None! Just cute.
Word Count: 1,270
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Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and thanks to rigid work schedules, it was rare that I had the chance to make a big to-do over it. So, on a particularly lazy Saturday morning at my boyfriend’s house, I took advantage of the opportunity to surprise the still-sleeping Wes with breakfast when he woke up.
Well, sort of. I really just planned on getting us something to-go from his favorite local cafe. After all, it was still a morning, even if it was a Saturday. I was lazy. And while I did manage to get the flapjacks and coffee, by the time I finally got back to the house, there was something else that caught his attention.
