The 100, Criminal Minds, Game Of Thrones, Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, Divergent, Enola Holmes, One Direction, 5sos, The Band Counterfeit, Cassandra Clare Books, etc. I don't write smut as of right now. Happy Reading! Love you guys!!!
hi angel !! could i have a ship with on of the guys on criminal minds? i really like nature, painting, singing, guitar, sunrises, stargazing, mint flavored/scented anything, old books, records, driving with the windows down and blasting music. im an enfp and lowkey a people pleaser but yeah :)
I seriously want to ship you with Spencer because I know he’s like your favorite, but I’m for real getting young Hotch vibes.
Like you and him in high school, the couple. Cuddling, painting, pointing out constellations.
In college you would break up because he’s going to the FBI Academy, then reconnecting six years later. You would start slow, but it was like high school again, you were in love. And you were staying together forever.
Cosmically Connected (Spencer Reid x Reader Fluff)
Disclaimer: The first part of this one-shot is a rewrite of @reidsnose one shot, Cosmically Connected. This is in no way meant to steal credit from them, or steal their work. This is merely a rewrite and extension. I have permission to rewrite this.
Summary: Reid doesn't believe in soul mates, and you convince him. After, you go and watch movies and he reads to you, and things are said.
Warnings: FLUFF, slight language, makes me want to scream just starting to write it, etc. Nothing bad.
A/n: Idk if Reid has watched Harry Potter. So let's just say he hasn't. This is set in season 5. F/c stands for favorite color.
Requested: No. Well, by me but that's it.
The BAU was had an unusually slow day. Paperwork and jokes were all that went on.
It was just you, Garcia, and Reid left. Even though it was only six in the evening.
You were coming back from the restroom when you heard a loud bang! You panicked, and rushed to the cubicles, getting ready to pull out your gun.
After you realized that nothing was wrong, you noticed that Garcia was the source of the loud noise. She had slammed her hands down on Reid's desk.
You sighed out of relief, "What the hell?" It was part relief, part anger at them for causing you such grief.
Garcia stood straight up, pointing at Reid, who looked amused. "Him." Was all she said.
"Uhm," You breathed out a laugh. "You'll have to fill me in." You were smiling, you adored the people in front of you.
"He, he doesn't believe in soulmates, Y/n. Soulmates! What kind of person..." She trailed off, sitting down in your chair.
Spencer just shrugged, smiling. "I am a man of science, Garcia! And science says no."
You hummed, and he turned towards you, "What's that supposed to mean?" His voice got higher as he went on.
"Because," you said, leaning against his desk. ""Science Man", science says "yes"."
"Oh! Y/n told me about this last Tuesday!" She turned towards you. "You remember, I said you sounded just like boy genius over here." She giggled and waved you on.
You nodded and stood up, stealing Reid's glasses, putting them on. Reid just smiled at you, laughing making you snort.
"Now tell me!" He said impatiently.
"I am, calm down!" You cleared your throat. "So, you know when the big bang or whatever caused the creation of the universe, there were all sorts of molecules and space dust that was together at one point, broke apart. I'm accurate so far, yes Mr. Science Man?" You smirked.
"It's Doctor. And, yes?" He glanced to the sides.
You snickered, then continued. "The whole universe is made of such particles?"
"You're correct."
"And humans are made of previously mentioned space dust?"
"Yeah, that's right." He said cautiously.
"So two people could be made of the sae space dust that was once whole?" He sputtered, you smiled. You knew you had him.
"Y-yeah, I guess that could happen."
"In such a case, these two space dust beings are cosmically connected. They are bound together from the beginning by the beginning." You watched as he slowly became more impressed. "These two souls are connected. In other words;" You paused, wiggling your fingers and underlining the imaginary word, "soulmates!"
You sat back, satisfied with the effect that the words had on him. You knew his brain was racing, you could tell. You watched him as he worked this in his brain. You loved to just watch him think, to exist, every little thing he did brought a blush to your face. Never in your life had you met a person quite like Doctor Spencer Reid. It was quite embarrassing, actually. To have such a ginormous crush on one of your co-workers.
But, you shook off your euphoria, you were convinced he didn't feel the same way. As long as you could be his friend, you were content enough, for now.
He kept opening and closing his mouth, trying to think of something to say. He felt as if you had electrocuted him, but in a good way. A refreshing way. "I-, I can't believe it, Y/n."
"Ha! You did it, Y/n! You proved our very own resident genius wrong!" She smiled an award winning smile, flashing all of her teeth at you.
"So," You grinned at him. "Wha'd'ya say, Brainiac? Convinced yet?"
"Well, Y/n, science is science. Soulmates are true." He cracked a goofy smile.
But what you didn't know is that it wasn't your lecture that convinced him. It was the fact that he believed that he had found his soulmate, right then and there. It was you.
Spencer realized as you were telling him, the way you looked at him, with complete adoration, he thought he was going to melt. He felt his heart rate speed up as he thought about the last couple of weeks, how you were there for him when he needed someone most. How he loved to be around you, how he longed to be. How he felt warm inside when you were around, how he loved every little thing about you. He was then hit with a sudden realization. He loved you.
"Yes!" You practically screamed, snapping him out of his thoughts. He realized that it had only been two seconds, two seconds of him thinking of everything about you.
You jumped off of his desk, and hugged Garcia, who had stood up. You pulled back, now you were both chanting "Science says soulmates! Science says soulmates!" You sat down, and Garcia pushed you in your chair around the office.
Garcia pushed you down the hallway, the sound of you guys' laughter fading off.
Morgan came into the office, slapping Reid on the back, laughing. "When are you going to tell her?"
"I don't know, probably never. Maybe not even then." Reid shrugged. Then, desperate to change the subject, he quickly said, "By the way, what are you doing here, Morgan?"
"No no no, Man! Don't change the subject. Why not?"
Reid turned red, "She isn't into me like that, Morgan. You've seen the guys she's gone out with." He scoffed.
Morgan sat down, getting serious. "Come on, Reid. You're a profiler, you have to know she's into you." Spencer just shrugged, but enjoyed the idea of you liking him back.
Morgan just hung his head, laughing. He stood up. "I can't wait to tell you I told you so."
"Then you'll be waiting for a long time."
"Ah! But not forever, Pretty Boy. Not forever!" He laughed as he walked out.
Reid laughed, but a small smile tugged at his lips at the idea of a relationship with you.
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"Damn it." You sighed in resignation at your phone. You were getting ready to leave, to head to a friends house. Have a Harry Potter Marathon, watch all of them consecutively. You baked 200 cookies, literally.
And they just cancelled on you. You spun in your chair, you were disappointed to say the least. You've had this planned for a month.
Reid walked up behind you, peering over your shoulder. "What's the matter?"
You sighed, leaning your head back and looking at him. "It's nothing, my friend just cancelled on me. She's sick." He pursed his lips, "Oh, I'm sorry Y/n." You shrugged.
"Can I do anything for you?" He sat down in his desk, which was in front of yours, facing you. You guys only had laptops, so it was easy to see over them.
You thought as you packed your stuff. You both headed to the door, it was dark even though it was only seven. It was November. "I guess you could come over and help me eat all of the cookies I made. And you could have a Harry Potter marathon with me." You grinned, looking up at him.
"Okay," he paused. "How many movies are there?" You stopped as you came to your car.
"Have you never seen or read Harry Potter?"
"No, it didn't interest me." You raised your eyebrows.
"Okay, then we'll start the books tonight." You stated, and opened the passenger seat for him.
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The ride to your apartment was quiet, The Arctic Monkeys played softly in the background. It started to sprinkle. You were nearly home, maybe five minutes.
"Hey Spencer?" You started.
"Hmm?" He turned to face away from the window and look at you.
"Do you really believe in soulmates now?" You shifted in the driver seat, glancing over at him.
He didn't hesitate to answer, "Yes." His breathing had sped up. "Uhm, Actually," You came to a stop at the red light, and turned up the heat, it was cold. "I think that I've met mine." He barely blinked as he waited for your reaction.
Your heart sunk, but you recovered. Quickly telling yourself it was never going to happen anyways. "Really?" You voice sounded unnatural, but you didn't know how to fix it. "Who is it?"
He hesitated. "I'm not sure I want to tell anyone just yet."
You swallowed, and resumed driving after a car behind you honked at you.
You waved at them as they passed you by, mouthing "Sorry."
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You pulled into the parking garage, taking out an umbrella from the trunk. You could hear the rain beating down on the floors above you. Spencer got out of the car, coming up beside you and putting his hand on your shoulder, making you shiver. "I'm sorry, I didn't bring an umbrella." He shouted over the thunder, but at the lat second it ended, and his voice echoed throughout the garage. A mother holding her baby glared at him, and he whispered sorry. After she was gone, you both burst out laughing.
"That's alright," you said as soon as you calmed down. "We can share. But you have to hold it, my arm would get tired." You smiled at him, handing him the umbrella. He unravelled it, and it had a hole in it. Right in the center.
"Oh no." You said, dragging out the 'o', groaning. "It's too big, it wouldn't cover us up anyways. I hope you have extra clothes." You chuckled.
"Wait," He shrugged off the trench coat he was wearing, and held it over both of you. "There we go." He sounded proud of himself. You just giggled at him, and held yours and his things close to you.
You ran across the street, trying to keep up with Reid.
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You flopped down on your couch, Reid stood there awkwardly with the sopping coat. "Shoot! Sorry, here give it to me." You stood up and reached for it, and went to put it into the washer.
"It should be done pretty quick," you hollered from the laundry room, "my washer and dryer-" You turned around, then yelled. Reid was standing right there.
"Jesus! Spencer you scared the living hell out of me!" You smacked his chest.
"Sorry, I heard you talking and I came back here..." He backed up to let you by.
You sighed, laughing and turning on the heat. It was freezing in your apartment. "Come on, I have literally over two hundred cookies in my kitchen, and I have the first book in my room." You point out the kitchen, and tell him to grab the cookies.
You went to your room, looking through your book shelves for the first book. "Ah-ha!" You whisper shouted to yourself, you had found the Sorcerer's Stone. You grabbed it off the shelf, and went back down the hallway.
"Hey, Spence! I found..." You trailed off as you found Spencer on the floor in your living room, with a large plate piled high of the different kinds of cookies you made. He was watching some random movie that was on. You just set the book down on the table, and sat down next to him, taking a cookie off the plate. He smiled close lipped at you, "These cookies are so good, Y/n." He looked adorable, he was so happy. You couldn't help but look at him for a little while, he kept laughing at random parts in the movie.
About an hour and forty-six (Spencer counted) cookies later, the movie was over. "I need to go shopping, so I don't have very much food in here besides leftovers." You said, opening the fridge. It was nearly empty, day-old Chinese, a small bottle of orange juice, and just a smidge of cookie dough. "Do you wanna order some pizza?"
You heard Spencer get up and enter the kitchen. "Do what? I heard you say that you had leftovers, but not the second part."
You turned around. "I asked," you paused, turning around and closing the fridge. "If you wanted to order pizza. Or I could just drop you off at your apartment." You added the last part quickly, not thinking about it until the last second. You walked back to the living room, sitting down sideways on the loveseat, your feet up on the second cushion. He came and picked up your feet, sat down, and put them back on his lap.
"We can order pizza, what kind do you want?" He asked you. You shrugged.
"How about we just get hot wings." You suggested.
"Okay."
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"Oh my God, my mouth is on fire." You laughed. "We shouldn't have gotten the ghost pepper flavour."
Spencer was whining, waving his hands in front of his mouth. You burst out laughing, he glared at you but he was smiling. "Hey! This isn't funny."
You groaned, drinking some water. "Shit. That didn't help." You whined, sticking out your tongue. Spencer had gone to your kitchen, you didn't notice.
"I found Orange Juice. Can I have some?" He asked, faking desperation. It was a cheep little bottle, one you get from the dollar store.
"Yeah, just don't drink it all." He took a long drink, and handed it to you. He sighed in relief.
"It's better. Did you know, the reason the orange juice helps is because of the..." You weren't listening. You weren't trying to be rude, but you were just focused on the orange juice. You finished the small bottle and set it down on the table next to the empty container that smelled spicy. You laid down on the loveseat, closing your eyes for a second. It was only ten, but you were unusually sleepy.
"...Neat, right?" You just nodded. You were sleepy, and you still wanted to read with Spencer.
"Y/n? Are you tired?" He sat down in the space between the coffee table and the loveseat, and you felt his put his hand on your cheek, rubbing over your cheekbone with his thumb. You opened your eyes, a sleepy smile on your face.
"I have to take you home." You said, but made no move to get up.
"Hey, shh." He brushed your hair out of your face, causing you to turn red. "I can sleep on the couch here tonight."
You sighed contently, "You should come read Harry Potter to me." You whispered. You were in a daze, half asleep and unsure if this was real or not.
"Okay." Reid whispered, and waited a few seconds. When you didn't move, he reached under your head, and your legs. Then picked you up.
You woke with the sudden movement, "Sorry, you can put me down now." He set you down in the hallway, and you stumbled to your room. You pulled back the f/c blanket, and laid down. You patted the spot next to you, and he climbed in next to you.
You scooted closer to him, snuggling into his side. "Can you read to me please?" He nodded, not that you could see, but started reading.
""Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of Number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much."" He started playing with your hair mindlessly, lulling you to sleep even faster.
"Spence." You looked up at him, your eyes were droopy. He raised his eyebrows, asking you what was wrong. "Can you sleep in here, please?"
"Yeah, I will." He said gently. You nodded, and laid back down. You barely heard the rest of the first paragraph.
You were running through a hallway. The lights flashing. Someone was chasing you, screaming things at you. But you couldn't hear, it was like the words were blurred. You glanced back, he was right behind you. You tried to run faster, but when you turned back around, there was blood spattered everywhere. It made you stumble. The unsub caught up with you, tackling you to the floor. He grabbed onto your neck, and bashed your head into the ground-
You woke up with a jolt, terrified, in a cold sweat. You grabbed onto Spencer in pure reflex, waking him up. He sat up quickly, reaching over to turn the light on. It let off a soft light, and you saw the book on your bedside table with a bookmark in near the end.
"What's wrong?" He cupped your face in his hands, brushing your hair out of your face.
Your breathing was shallow, and your heart was racing. You were having a minor panic attack. "Spence," You breathed out, it was like you couldn't stop moving, you had to convince yourself you were safe. "I can't- I can't- I can't breathe." You were sweating, horrified that the unsub was going to find you.
He held you close, trying to soothe you. "I need you to breathe with me, Y/n." Your chest was heaving, you struggled to get your breathing under control. You nodded, and tried to breathe with him as he showed you to breathe in and out. You were tugging at the bottom of your shirt, until Spencer grabbed your hands in his and started covering them.
"You'll be alright," he whispered, pulling you close again. You had calmed down, now silent tears were falling down your face. You were just trying to listen to the sound of his heart beating.
"Do you want to talk about it? Talking about your feelings actually have positive effects. Talking leads to Catharsis, which is the feeling of relief." He toys with your hair while you tell him about the nightmare. "I'm so sorry."
He pulled away from you, looking at you. "I just want you to know, I will never let that happen to you." You pulled him back to you, you probably looked like a mess. "What time is it?"
"It's one in the morning."
"Can we go back to sleep, please?" He nodded, and lay back, taking you with him. You sniffed. "Can you read, please?" He reached over to grab the book, and resumed reading.
"I'm on the last page, I hope you don't mind that I read ahead."
"Of course not, I'm surprised you didn't finish the entire series."
He laughed a little, then five minutes later, ""...I'm going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer. . ."" You sighed, you were calm now. Still shook up from the nightmare, but calm.
"Do you have the nightmares often?" He whispered to you, tracing circles on your back.
"Yeah, almost every night." Your eyes were closed, and you were close to sleep. He lifted his head up, hesitated and laid back down.
Another ten minutes went by, you were nearly asleep when you heard Spencer say something. "You're my space dust." He sounded groggy, and you had convinced yourself he was sleep talking. But you still hoped.
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You woke up to your alarm at seven-thirty. You were laying on top of Spencer, between his legs. "Sorry. Do you want me to drive you home so you can change?"
"How about we call in sick, it's just paperwork today." He sounded tired.
"Okay, I'll text Hotch." Though neither of you made a move to actually text him for another hour. When you did, he just smiled at his phone. The entire team had suspicions about the two of you, although you had never acted on it.
After, you both just laid there together, until you remembered what you thought you heard last night.
"Spencer?" You asked hesitantly.
"What's up, Y/n?" You were laying next to him, head on his chest. His arms were wrapped around you, which is weird. Because he's generally not very touchy.
"I think you said something last night. But I'm not sure that I heard you correctly..." You were timid, and you felt him tense up.
"W-what do you think y-you heard?" He stopped moving completely now, but you were very fidgety.
"I don't want this to ruin our friendship, but I thought I heard you say that I was your space dust. D-did you say that? Do you mean that- that..." You rambled on, just until Spencer interrupted you.
"Y/n." You stopped talking, and you both sat up. "I mean it like that." You sucked in a breath.
"I need to hear it." Your voice was shaky, and your throat was burning. But you didn't want to cry, you couldn't cry in front of him again.
He grabbed your hands in his, took a deep breath, and "Y/n, I-I love you." You couldn't help it, you pulled him to, and pressed your lips to his. It was like fireworks had gone off.
Your stomach was turning, Spencer had one hand on the back of your neck, and the other was holding one of yours. You had never kissed anyone and felt something deep inside you like this.
You pulled away from him, smiling. "You're my space dust too, Spence." And you gave him one last kiss before getting up and going to make breakfast
Hi, could I have a ship for Hunger Games, the 100, and GOT? I’m majoring in either Criminal Justice or Political Science. I love reading (mostly sci-fi and fantasy), playing RPG games, and playing board games. I’m a quiet person but caring and sarcastic when you get to know me. I am smart, optimistic, determined, ambitious, and logical. I’m a bit stubborn, sometimes bossy, and a perfectionist. I’m a Virgo, INTJ, and Neutral Good. I’d prefer make ships, but open to any!
The Hunger Games: Finnick O’Dair (let’s pretend Annie isn’t with him)
After his games, you two had become quick friends. You kept him safe from the capital, and hated it when he was basically drafted into the quarter quell. You were taken into district thirteen, and you were ecstatic when you were reunited. He doesn’t die thanks to your help.
The 100: Bellamy Blake (I might actually write a fanfiction about this, I really like it)
You and Bellamy hated each other at first. You thought he was an arrogant prick, and he thought you were a goody-two-shoes little bitch. But he was weirdly protective of you. You hated it. Until his life was put in danger at Mount Weather, that’s when you realized that you didn’t hate him at all. Not in the least. After that, you and him were inseparable.
GOT: Jon Snow
He admired your will and your drive. You guys are best friends, secretly pining after each other. Classic, right? But it was different, he genuinely loves you. And he wants to live off on an island alone, with only you and four little kids.
hi! can i have a harry potter ship please? i’m an aquarius, INTJ, and a ravenclaw. i’m 5’2 with black hair at my shoulders, with the underside dyed blonde ( like narcissa lol). i have really pale skin, freckles, and green eyes. i’m an art student so i love to draw, paint, play piano and guitar, and watch movies. i also love standup comedy. i’m really focused on school so i can be a bit cold and shy at first, but i’m actually really funny and witty once you get to know me! thanks :)
I ship you with Cedric.
He is a year older than you, but he adores you. You try to teach him to play an instrument, but he fails miserably. He would be a weirdly good singer, and would often sing the songs you wrote. Dating Cedric would include late night movies, sneaking to the kitchens and baking cookies, and distracting you from everything!
hi! can I get a Harry Potter ship? I’m a straight female and my pronouns are she/her. I’m a gryffindor. Some of my hobbies are thrifting, baking, and running. I love animals and taking walks outside. I’m 5’2 with brown eyes and brown curly hair. I love helping others and making people laugh. I’m sometimes passive but also kinda of blunt. I’m pretty outgoing but I tend to keep my own emotions to myself. I prefer to focus on other people and try to fix other people (almost to a fault lol). I can sometimes be short tempered and stubborn to people I know well. And I’m super clumsy. Also I’m a Virgo, 6w7 and ENFJ. thank you!! X
I ship you with Neville.
I feel like Neville would love to be around you. You guys would go on walks, and after graduating from Hogwarts, you would work towards getting a farm. After you do, you would get goats, horses, bunnies, and more. Neville would want a greenhouse, and you would both build a little rickety shack, homey and adorable. He would garden all the time, and you would join him.
I saw so many people talking about “the new MGG picture” but I couldn’t find it anywhere 😭 I had to do research to find it! And now I’m sharing it because oh my god he does not let us forget he was a model.
Fanfiction might just be worthless words to some people, which doesn’t qualify it as theft to them, but to me those words are hours of blood, sweat and tears, time I’ve taken to give a small measure of enjoyment and happiness to other people. It’s joy you steal when you steal fanfiction. It’s hard work and devotion to a plot and characters. It’s literal life experiences crafted into a story others can enjoy. They’re not just words. They’re no different from someone carving a wooden statue or painting a beautiful landscape. We create something from nothing and all we ask is for a little bit of respect for that creation.
Remus Lupin is your ground. He keeps you safe, and loves to cuddle with you. He loves you so much, he loves your attitude, your style, he loves everything about you. You go on cute, fluffy dates all the time. He always brings you your favorite flowers, and always the gentleman.
Supernatural: Dean Winchester
Dean Winchester met you on a hunt, you were in full out cosplay, Princess Leia, to be exact. He warmed up to you immediately, and eventually you moved into the bunker, due to the fact that you two had fallen in love, despite his protests. He didn't want you to get hurt. You do couple cosplays ALL THE TIME
I decided to be basic and go with the song lyrics as the title. This is Cassian (His real name is Colby Brock and I think pinterest is stalking me because right after I posted his description, a picture of him popped up. Exactly how I imagined him, not in the dream though.)
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You screamed your throat raw that night, and you'd been screaming every night since, but tonight you couldn't make a sound. This was the night you finally escaped.
Two years ago you were locked up in the psych ward, for being depressed with homicidal tendencies. Bullshit. You were fine, besides the occasional crippling anxiety, but you had no intention to ever accidentally murder someone.
You and your friend, Cassidy, decided to escape. Get on the good side of an ugly nurse named Noah, he flirted with everyone there and you just so happened to convince him that you loved him. It was rude, you know. You'd heard it a hundred times from Cas, but you were going to leave that nasty place.
He had "lost" his key card, that somehow found itself in your back pocket. He told you to meet him by the tree out back -an old, twisted Oak- but you and Cas you climbing the fence out front.
It was a risk, but Noah wouldn't take the chance of being fired for giving you the card. "Fuck." You heard Cas mutter, you assumed she had scraped her hand against the rust of the metal.
As soon as you swung your leg over the side of the fence, a light came on, shinging right in your face. "Come'n Cas! Hurry up!" You jumped down, twisting your ankle slightly. You heard someone yell over the microphone, but you couldn't tell what they said.
She was finally over the top, and she hopped down, stumbling as you both ran to the trees. The cold air burned your throat, but you had to keep going. You could hear Noah and the others not ten yards behind you. You heard a crash, and glanced to your left, your curvy friend still upright and beside you. So you took a sharp turn to the right, grabbing her hand and yanking.
You could feel a bit of blood trickling down your face, due to the thorns that decorated the tree branches. You didn't think that they were behind you anymore, so you took the chance to slow down, and take a breather. You hadn't thought to bring anything with you, so you were screwed until you found somewhere to stay. Hopefully soon, it was snow season. And in Massachusetts, that's bad.
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That's just a little of the first chapter. Lmk if you like it! I'll probably edit it when I actually do post the first chapter, like the friends name, definitely changing that, I want Y/n to call Cassian "Cas"
Reader x Male!Oc based on that one song from Tiktok thats like "I wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead". I had a dream last night in FIRST FREAKING PERSON and I loved it. I know he had a name, and a face, but I can't remember. He was really attractive though, like, book character attractive.
I (would be the reader, you) was in a psych ward for being proclaimed mentally ill and possibly homicidal (wrongly, though. The villian was a doctor who hated me with a burning passion because of an incident with my parents) So I was locked up, but me and a friend escaped, and was found half dead in the mountain/wood area. He helps us get better, but the doctor comes back and kills my friend, leaving me and the guy on the run.
We find a cabin and we fall in love but we're just friends because typical, and some real fluffy shit happens and akdjksksjdjs i loved being the main character in my dream.
SPOILERS IF YOU WANNA READ THE FIC (nothing bad)
Some of my favorite scenes
I fell asleep on his chest and had a real sweet dream, but I talked a little and a bit of angst afterwards.
We were separated but we found each other after a few days, then we cuddled and shit. Because friends do that kind of stuff.
Forhead kisses❤😭
REAL kisses
I drooled on his shirt by accident while I was sleeping😭😳🙂
Neck kisses (while we were still friends, but they were just fluff)
We escape and find cabins in the woods, who happen to be right next to each other
Sneaking into each others rooms and falling asleep
And a whole bunch of pining after each other
Akdjksksjdsj I loved being the main character, it was amazing and he was the sweetest (i think I know what he's going to look like, I NEED NAME SUGGESTIONS THO)
hes gonna be tall, 17 (y/n is 16), long (like prince hair Harry, other than that, no similarity), dark hair, freckles, blue eyes that make you wanna melt, soft voice, protective, loves you sooooo much, the sweetest person ive ever "met", deep ish voice but can get high when he's excited, thinks you're the most wonderful person he's ever met
PLEASE, NAMES!!!!!
He's just, GAHHHHH. I love him so much. The whole thing was all very beautiful
hii ok so smut where murphy is a huge sub and reader ties him up.... lots of whimpering and pleading from him??
Part one is out!! So sorry it took so kong, I just haven't been feeling very motivated lately, idk. I hope you like it, lmk your @ so I can tag you in future posts (if you want)!
I legit do not know how to write for a dom reader, soooo (takes place when they go back up to the Ark)
Requested: yes
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"I-" You stopped yourself, knowing that if you finished your sentence that Raven would never let you live it down.
"What were you going to say, Y/n?" She smirked teasingly, she suspected that you had a major crush on Murphy, but you would never tell. You were talking about him with her, and you about said something really inappropriate.
"Do what?" You glanced over at her from next to her. You were sitting on the floor, against the wall of the Ark eating green mush Monty had made. You had given up on eating the disgusting crap, and just watched the rest of the crew choke down the stuff.
"Y/n," she snapped her fingers in front of your face, making you snap out of your daze. You blink through the blurriness that covered your eyes, and turn your head towards her.
"Yeah?"
"Come on, I have to work on getting us home and you're coming with me."
"That's three years until we can even consider going home, why now?" You sigh, standing up, glancing one last time at the rest of the crew. The tension was terrible. Murphy and Emori broke up two months ago, 'fell out of love, and we were annoying each other' is what Emori told you. You and her were bestfriends, and she also happened to know about your feelings.
Hello! Can I get a Harry Potter (marauders era) and Supernatural ship? I’m Anshu, female/straight. I’m an ISTP. I’m 5’1 1/2 with long black hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, and cat eye glasses. I’m quite the lone wolf but I can be outgoing with close friends. I’m creative, independent, confident in my own skin, and quite laid back. However, if someone tries to control my thoughts and actions I can be very stubborn and rebel. I have a sarcastic and sassy sense of humor and love witty banter. I love art, digital design, fashion design/cosplay, and 3D design. I also love working out and kickboxing. Thanks!
Yeah, of course! It'll be out soon, I'll tag you.
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