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On my last poll, criminal minds is winning by a LOT and so I'm just going with that one. Vote for the next stuff!

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doing polls and taking more requests while i finish up what i have already!!! :)

if you pick other, send in a request so ik what you're voting towards. (requests will be written regardless of if it wins, though)

masterlist. request guidelines.

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im gonna meet jared padalecki today oh my god og my god igyehsjsj and like a lot of the other spn cast and there are so many cool freaking people oh my GDOSHSHNS

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Brushstrokes — S.R.

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💐 - fluff

spencer finds peace watching you pursue your passions (artist!reader)

cw; fem!reader, established relationship, kinda clingy spencer, not proofread

an; i promise im getting to the requests 🙏 i have stuff written for them but i just wanted to write something quick and cute to refresh my brain. i really enjoyed writing this one, so lmk if you wanna see more!

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Your apartment was one of Spencer's favorite places to be. It always smelled something of coffee and the warm scented candles you had a habit of buying, and it was decorated exactly how he'd imagine your mind.

He loved how, in the mornings, the sun shone through the window above your bed and let its rays fall perfectly on your desk, as if to highlight whatever project you were working on. Like it knew how beautiful it was – how beautiful you were as you projected your heart into your work.

Spencer had just gotten home from a rough case the previous night, so, of course, you let him stay with you. You didn't mind as he slept through a portion of the day. You knew he needed it.

He finally began to stir when the clock was due to hit 1:00pm. His messy and tangled hair falling over his closed eyes as he tried to reach for you, but soon realized you were nowhere to be found. With this realization came the initial panic, but he soon calmed as he heard music coming from the other room.

Given a few moments, your bedroom door creaked as he left the room. His clothes hung loosely from his body and he hadn't even bothered to put his glasses back on like he usually would after he woke up.

Spencer spotted you quickly, sat at the table with an array of colors and papers and brushes gathered around you. You also hadn't bothered changing into real clothes, evidenced by the paint-stained shirt he had seen you wearing last night.

You turned to him as he sat next to you, a soft smile spreading on your face as you saw his tired expression.

"Hi," you said. "Feeling better?"

"I was never feeling bad," Spencer responded, wrapping his arms around your waist as he let his head fall onto your shoulder.

You leaned your head into his. "But you didn't have a good day."

Spencer only hummed in response, pressing a soft, gentle, and sleepy kiss to the skin of your jaw. He didn't feel like arguing, especially knowing you were right. He just didn't know you meant it like that.

His gaze followed the stroke of your brush as you got back to work, painting on the petals of the flowers he had gotten you on your anniversary. He loved the way you captured their softness and the life within them.

You let him rest on you. This was something that happened often – maybe not exactly this, but Spencer sitting with you in comfortable silence as you painted. The same way you'd sit with him as he did paperwork or when you would read together, him waiting for you to catch up on the page before he flipped it. You worried that it annoyed him since he read so fast and you didn't, but it never did.

His fingers toyed with the stitching of your shirt, running along it as he closed his weary eyes again. He could imagine what you were doing. He didn't need to see it happen. He could feel it in the way he felt your arm move. The image of the flowers sitting on the table in front of you ingrained into his mind. It was a bit of a game to him to see how accurate he was in his guess of where you were in your art.

"Are you hungry?" You asked, breaking the silence after a few more moments.

Spencer thought about it for a moment before shaking his head softly. "No, not really."

"I have some coffee if you want some," you said. "It's on the table right there."

He lifted his head from your shoulder, straightening himself out a little bit before he reached for the mug. He sighed softly as the warm liquid hit his mouth. You took your coffee the same way he did, although he knew you could drink it any way. Sometimes, he wondered if you made it differently when you were with him, knowing how he liked it best so he'd like it the same (if not more, since you made it) when he took a sip.

"I really like that," he said, nodding towards your painting. "It's pretty."

"They're pretty," you responded.

"Did you start it today?" He asked.

"I sketched it out last night, but I started painting it this morning."

Again, Spencer hummed. Silence took over once more as he leaned back against you.

"I love you," he spoke softly after another few moments.

"I love you too, Spence." You smiled.

It took another hour or so for the painting to be finished, but Spencer didn't mind and neither did you. When it dried, you signed your name and made Spencer sign his with a little heart and the date. That was another thing you did sometimes. You painted and drew things he gave you fairly often, flowers being the most common, and for those ones you always had Spencer write his name with yours. It made him happy to feel included, even if he didn't take part in the actual creation of the art.

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The Fall. — Destiel

🥀 - angst

in which cas finds himself in a void state, unsure of what happened nor where he is.

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cw : umm??? angst, disassociation (does this count as disassociation?), implied character death, hospitals (lmk if im missing anything!), maybe 15x18 spoilers as that's what inspired this

a/n: this is my first fic im ever posting on here so im not really 100% sure how to format and tag it soo... 😓 but im excited to post it!!! please lmk what you think and also help promote the fic! <3 this was originally supposed to be a series so maybe if this does well i'll continue and do that

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"It's okay. It's okay, buddy, I got you."

It's okay.

He's okay. He will be.

It hurts.

There was a bright, shining white light which seemed to illuminate everything but nothing at all. It appeared so suddenly as if the world had just snapped, as if God himself had erased all of his mistakes, which by now was near everything. They've all screwed it up.

The only thing Cas could feel was the cold, hard floor below them, and much preferably Dean's soft denim jacket. The way it held onto his arms perfectly just as the man held on to him. He could feel his arms wrapped so tightly around him, and the angel could only imagine his face, so torn and broken, as he looked up. He couldn't see.

"Dean," the name that had once been so foreign on his tongue and had grown to a sense of familiarity sounded rough and choked coming from his mouth, as if it had been beaten and bruised from all those years of using it. He tried to take a breath to speak again, but a string of nasty coughs only restricted his oxygen intake even more.

He couldn't breathe.

He couldn't breathe, but he could faintly feel the way that Dean hurriedly tried to sit him up. He could imagine the look on his face, so scared yet so determined to help. He could hear his voice, but it was as though he was underwater and sinking. Sinking so far down into the deep and lonely waters until he could no longer make out those words.

He couldn't hear.

Then, he couldn't feel. There was a sudden yet harsh sensation, the combination of nothing and everything as he began to move. He couldn't tell if it was up or down. Falling or flying. He was weightless and weighed down. The still present light only got brighter until it was so bright that it began to burn. Only a small sting at first, but soon it was so hot it felt as if it could freeze him.

There was nothing he could do. He couldn't scream out for Dean to help him. He couldn't move. He couldn't see. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't hear. He couldn't cry. The only thing he could do was feel, but it was no longer a comforting touch.

He couldn't even tell where he was anymore. Was he even there? Was this even real? Was he even real? He was so simultaneously lost and encapsulated by his surroundings it was overwhelming.

He could barely take notice of the light slowly dimming as he felt something rush him downwards. Falling. He wasn't breathing, but he could feel the way that the sudden movement knocked any oxygen out of his lungs. He closed his eyes, not thinking much of the way the white light began to tint pink.

Some time passed, but he couldn't tell how much since it all seemed so fast yet so slow. The light wasn't white anymore. It wasn't bright either. In fact, it was quite dark and the only thing he could see was pink. His eyes were heavy, too. He almost forgot they were shut.

A voice came into earshot. He didn't recognize it, nor could he make out any of the words it spoke. He tried to open his eyes, but they refused. Why couldn't he open his eyes? He could feel someone's hand on his arm. Firm, yet gentle.

When his eyes finally opened, he sucked in a breath as the bland and bright scenery of the room came into view. He could breathe. His chest quickly rose up and down as he gasped for air, trying to get as much of it as possible as if the ability to do so would be stripped away from him again. He sat up quickly, not even noticing the woman coming up to him upon noticing his distress.

“Hey, hey, hey,” She repeated, a firm yet gentle hand squeezing his forearm, the other moving to his shoulder on the opposite side. “You're okay, just lay back down.” Her voice was smooth and calm. It was supposed to make him feel better.

He looked at her wordlessly, his blue eyes displaying a sad mix of confusion and fear. His mouth parted slightly as if he was going to speak, but he couldn't. This time it was only something in his head telling him he shouldn't.

“Can you tell me your name?” The woman asked.

He hesitated a moment. “Cas, uh. Castiel.”

“Castiel?” She questioned, a small hum making it's way through her lips. Not a displeased one, but rather one to show she was content with his answer. “It's a cool name. We don't get a whole lot of Castiels around here.”

Even though she was trying to be nice, Castiel didn't do anything in return. He didn't say anything, he didn't laugh, he didn't even smile. Maybe, on a different day, he would have told her thank you and offered a polite smile, but today, he had bigger things to worry about. He didn't want to tell her thank you and offer a polite smile.

She moved on quickly, though, so it was nothing of concern for him. Not that it was before, but it was nice to know that it wouldn't become a problem.

“Can you tell me anything about before you got here?” She asked. She had a lot more questions than Castiel was willing to deal with right now, but he was okay to go along with it anyways.

He was silent for a moment, staring ahead of him. He fiddled with the sheets laying over him, smooth and rough at the same time as hospital sheets normally were. The moment turned into a minute as he only continued to think. He couldn't remember.

He couldn't remember anything but a man. Castiel looked at the woman again. “There was a man.” He told her.

“A man?” She asked. Another question.

“A good man. A kind one.” Castiel nodded.

“Do you have any idea where he could be now?” Castiel shook his head. She let out a barely audible sigh.

“Is there anything else?” She asked. He looked at her, but before he could answer, a short knock echoed through the room. They both looked at the wooden door, and another doctor came in with a smile on his face that Castiel wished wasn't there.

He kept thinking about her question. Could he remember? Why can't he remember? His gaze fell upon the tan wall in front of him as the two doctors spoke among themselves. He didn't care for their conversation. He just wanted to remember.

Why can't he remember?

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— 📓 welcome to my page!

◇ . hi! im avril (or lorelei, whichever you wanna call me), im a fanfic writer who's not new to tumblr but new to posting and yk.. being an active user instead of lurking around

☆ . "𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓?" — masterlist.

reqs open!

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Supernatural Masterlist

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💐 - fluff 🥀 - angst (and hurt/comfort)

x READER

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Dean Winchester

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Sam Winchester

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Castiel

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Bobby Singer

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Charlie Bradbury

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SHIPS

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Destiel ;

🥀 - The Fall. — in which Cas finds himself in unfamiliar territory after a catastrophic event.

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Criminal Minds Masterlist

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💐 - fluff 🥀 - angst (and hurt/comfort)

x READER

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Spencer Reid ;

💐 Brushstrokes — Spencer finds peace in watching you pursue your passions (artist!reader)

Aaron Hotchner ;

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Emily Prentiss ;

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Luke Alvez ;

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Penelope Garcia ;

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David Rossi ;

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Derek Morgan ;

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Matt Simmons ;

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Will Lamontagne ;

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JJ ;

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SHIPS

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Jemily

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Characters Masterlist

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(if it has a link, that means that there is at least one fic under that fandom and that is where characters will be shown. also, some characters may not be mentioned, however that doesn't necessarily mean they won't ever be written about.)

TV/MOVIES

Criminal Minds

Supernatural

Outerbanks (jj, john b, kiara, sarah, pope, cleo, rafe)

The Walking Dead (nearly anyone - just ask)

Grey's Anatomy (meredith, cristina, izzie, george, callie, alex, shepherd)

The Umbrella Academy (viktor, allison, klaus, diego, five, luther)

BANDS

as stated in my request guidelines, these will be only x reader. if they are requested, i will write them, but i don't think i'll write anything about them without a request for it. (unless they're characters - i.e. mcr's killjoys)

My Chemical Romance (gerard, frank, mikey, ray, party poison, jet-star, kobra kid, fun ghoul, demo lovers, helena)

Pierce the Veil (vic, tony, jaime)

Sleeping with Sirens (kellin - others upon request)

HIM/VV (ville)

The Used (bert)

Panic! at the Disco (ryan, brendon, spencer)

Fall Out Boy (pete, patrick, andy, joe)

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. Request Guidelines

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So, there isn't really much that I won't write aside from basic stuff that nobody really should write because it's weird and gross. However, based on the character/s, things may vary.

request box status : open

💐 in regards of ships ; i'll write almost anything except for weird age gaps and incest because!!! duh!!!! but there are certain ships within shows that i kinda just can't get behind and you won't see them listed in my characters masterlist. but ofc if you aren't sure, you can always ask!! (this goes for romantic character x reader and character x character)

🥀 in regards of angst ; whether it be hurt/comfort or just pure angst through and through, i'll probably write it. there isn't much i won't do about this as an angst lover myself, but i just thought i'd include this here to say go crazy, but not too crazy. like, feel free to request whatever angst your heart desires, but don't get all edgy 10 year old with "broken 💔🥀" edited anime pfps on me ykwim

🌹 in regards of smut ; i won't write full on smut, however kissing, making out, whatever is fine, but im just not going to write sex scenes as time stands.

i also am hesitant to do an irl actor, musician, or influencer (just as examples - mgg, gerard way, jake webber, etc.) just because they are real people and not characters, although i am willing to do their character counterparts (spencer reid/chip taylor, party poison, etc. etc.)

not to say that i never will, but it definitely would be set strictly to x reader just because, again, they are real people and it feels weird to me to write ship fanfiction about two real people (most of whom have families and lives) with each other and i just don't really wanna do it.

but of course, there may always be small exceptions depending on what it is. if you aren't sure, ask! if i don't want to write the exact original request, i will write something similar enough.

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