probably mostly going to do fem!readers, i suck at writing male!reader fics but ill work on it (gn is fine!!)
The fandoms/characters I’ll write for;
Criminal Minds — Spencer Reid
Literally ANY Rory Culkin character
The Band Ghost
Fandoms/characters I will NOT write for;
Creepypasta/Slender Man Mythos (specifically because I was a victim of ad*m r*sner, and everyone I’ve met in the community is horrible except for like three people)
Anything to do with the bands mayhem and burzum, I’m related to someone in one of those bands and it’s weird to see fanart/fanfiction of your cousin. (Lords of chaos doesn’t count. I’m not writing for any of them except for R!Euronymous)
I probably won’t write for Papa Nihil or Sister Imperator anytime soon, i just don’t like them.
I cannot believe I have to say this but i am NOT writing for LOLITA!!! I’ve gotten several anons asking about it. NO.
Any real people, really. (I might do fluff with people’s comfort characters, anything from cartoons to musicians bc everyone needs a smile on their face:>)
great big thanks to @anonthescambuster for pointing this scammer out. it’s really messed up how they would try to take advantage of people using a literal genocide.
“reid, do me a favor and bring this to the lab?” garcia spoke sweetly, handing an orange envelope to the resident genius. of course, he wondered as to why of all people she’d ask him. the cranky old pathologist was so mean, he always argued on everything.
before spencer knew it, he was knocking on the door to the lab. a faint voice could be heard behind the door, “come in!”
that’s not the old coot.
“hello?”
that’s definitely not the old coot!
the door opened, and your frustrated face was seen. “i said come in!” you huffed.
“i- uh-“
“what? staring problem?” you smirked.
spencer blushed, handing you the folder, to which you promptly took. you grabbed a marker from your coat pocket, and wrote your number on a blank sticky note attached to said folder, handing it to spencer. “call me.”
“is this appropriate?”
“it’s about the case, smart-ass. but, if you want to make it a daaaate…”
hey my luvs, sorry to inform yall but i have to update asap.
i start school monday, im traveling across the state to be in job corps. so im trying to get this second chapter out asap, i might just give yall a lil filler fic until the chapter is out.
⊹₊⋆ contents: marrying euronymous, making out, slight exhibitionism
“do you take oystein aarseth to be your devoted husband from this day forward?”
the priest’s deep voice boomed through the glass walls of the dark church. you swallowed hard, the gazes of all those in the audience cloaking you in a cold blanket as the question rang out in your ears.
euronymous locked your hands with his, staring down at you with a gaze intense enough to freeze blood. in a matter of seconds, life had just become serious for you. his calloused fingers massaged slow circles onto your lightly trembling hands, the anticipation of your answer coming in palpable waves from all around.
“i do.”
your voice broke through the thick tension, relieved sighs coming from a few. euronymous nodded ever so slightly, tucking a stray lock of black hair back into his neatly packed bun.
the coolness in the room dissipated, your body being replaced with an overwhelming sense of heat, despite your arms and chestbone being exposed in your wedding dress. it was constructed of black velvet, with a train that slithered behind you with every step you took. it was studded with diamonds and black jewels that made you shimmer under the dim moonlight that shone in from the window.
euronymous had put away his usual rugged attire, replacing it with a midnight-black suit and blood-red tie. his rogue black waves had been tamed with jeweled hair pins, a few strands being left out for an artful effect.
your intestines felt as if they were knotted into tight strings as euronymous eyed you, his gaze either radiating admiration or a deep sense of hunger. either way, it was doing miraculous things to your body and your stamina was barely hanging on a thread.
as the priest continued stating the vows, you could feel euronymous’ gaze creeping down your slightly exposed cleavage, the slightest grin spread across his lips. he knew what he was doing to you, giving you those eyes in the presence of a holy figure. if it hadn’t been for the watchful eyes of you and his entire family, he would’ve shamelessly ruined you right there on the spot.
“...you may now kiss the bride.”
your blood ran cold as he uttered the words you had been waiting for all night. in a blink of an eye, euronymous scooped you into his arms, his hands grabbing onto your ass as he wore your legs as a belt around his waist and kissed you hungrily on the lips, years of pent-up tension unraveling in that moment.
he had always thought of you as a prude. you had been the first girl who didn’t let him get in your panties after the first date. you hadn’t even let him kiss you. and that was 4 years ago. you weren’t religious, but you were a firm believer in waiting until marriage to completely surrender yourself to a man. you were shocked when euronymous had said that he was willing to make the commitment. and now, you were even more astounded at how heavenly it felt to finally have him against you after all this time.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, your dark eyelashes fluttering against his pale cheeks as he deepened the kiss significantly. he was so desperate to taste you, like a starved dog that had been deprived for years. your manicured fingers found their way to his hair, hastily freeing the dark mass from its banded prison.
he forced your mouth open with his tongue, your teeth clicking together as your tongues fought a silent battle. no one else existed right then. just you, and the man you loved dearly.
it was so incredibly lewd. the way his teeth tugged at your bottom lip, the way his hands dug into the plush flesh of your ass, nearly tearing your dress. he detached his lips from yours, your swollen mouth panting for air as he trailed a sloppy string of kisses down your neck, leaving a red stream of your smudged lipstick in its path.
the embrace was interrupted by the priest gently clearing his throat. both your eyes opened, taking in the various expressions of surprise and discomfort in the crowd. euronymous mustered a little laugh, gently setting you back on the ground. your eyes dodged from his eyes to his disheveled hair to his lips.
you had let him have you for an intense 30 seconds, but you wanted more. you wanted to give yourself to him completely, to give him what he had been waiting for. and now, you finally could.
“i pronounce you, husband and wife.”
author's note: guess who watched corpse bride 3 times today!
you were top of your class, graduating from harvard at age fifteen with a degree in psychology and several other certifications. it was no surprise that you got in to the bau, given that you're just what they needed. well, most of them would say that.
from the moment you walked through the doors and agent hotchner introduced you to everyone, there was one person in particular that stood out. he stared at you like he wanted to watch you 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭. it made your blood boil.
"earth to spencer," penelope, the woman with the colorful clothes spoke as she snapped her fingers in agent reid's face, causing the man to blink. "you were staring at her like she was dinner!"
"its okay, i'm used to it by now. a lot of people arent used to seeing a twenty-one year old in my position." you shrugged, stepping closer, holding out a hand to shake as you told the brunette your name.
"i dont do handshakes," spencer narrowed his eyes as you awkwardly put your hand in your pocket. "doctor spencer reid."
You left this world a month ago tomorrow, and yet everything feels surreal. I don’t really know how to feel about it still, I keep thinking you’re just going to walk through the door and yell “sike” or something; even though I was the one who found your body.
Gammy is taking it hard, it pains me to hear her cries at night. No mother should have to bury her child. Yaya’s taking it hard too, you were her older sister; now she has to wear your shoes.
Parrain’s taking it the worst. He feels like he failed you.
I remember years ago when you said you’d send signs if you died spontaneously, and I want to thank you for sending signs and telling us you’re okay. I love you Mama, forever and always, to infinity beyond and back again.
Shemar Moore tried to hook up with my aunt (and my mom I think) and even called their moms to ask permission on bourbon street circa 2003-04 and bought them hand grenades.
