#Fic: Undiscovered

[heartsmadeofbooks]

[Preview - New fic]: Undiscovered.

Happy Klaine day everybody!

Of course I had to do something special today, for our boys, so here’s the preview of my upcoming fic Undiscovered, which will begin on Wednesday, April 3rd. This fic will only be available on AO3, so if you read my fics on FF.net, keep in mind that I won’t be updating there anymore.

Undiscovered is both a guilty pleasure and a self-indulgence. It was born out of an idea that @blog-carmex gave me what feels like a million years ago, and it kind of exploded from there. For a while it was nothing but PWP in my head, until the perfect plot came along. So, needless to say, this might be my spiciest fic to date.

It wouldn’t exist at all, though, without @blog-carmex, who planted the seed in my head; or without @nerdishedits, who not only made the beautiful teaser cover (and is working on the actual cover) but watered that damn seed until it grew into a monstrous plant that took over half my life; or without the always amazing @christinejaneanderson, who trims the leaves and tends to its wellbeing until it looks like the perfect little plant we all knew it could be. So thanks to you, ladies, for everything.

Without further ado, here’s the preview of the first chapter, and I hope I’ll see you all for a new adventure on April 3rd!

The only sound echoing in the dining room was the cutlery gently hitting the porcelain plates. The attempts to play music in the background had been rejected, like Christmas music might ruin… what? The holiday spirit? The meal? The absolute discomfort they were now forced to sit in?

Blaine Anderson loved Christmas – he just didn’t particularly enjoy spending the holidays with his parents.

He glanced up – hazel eyes quickly roaming around the table, as if trying to find an opening, something to fill this unbearable silence. He found his brother staring back at him, eyebrows a little raised, mouth tilted in one of the corners in what could only be a sarcastic little grin. Cooper didn’t seem as uncomfortable as he was, but then again, Cooper was great at pretending nothing was wrong.

Maybe it wasn’t as bad as Blaine thought it was. He was just a little less used to being home (was it even home, still? It hadn’t felt like home when he lived here, most times) since he had gone away to college. New York had embraced him like he had always belonged there, like his heart had been made to absorb the sounds of the city and turn them into heartbeats.

Blaine had never quite fit in anywhere like he belonged in New York. Perhaps that was why he couldn’t sit for dinner with his parents without feeling like he was slightly suffocating.

Cooper, completely unconcerned, pushed his plate away and sat back more comfortably. “Delicious, mom. Loved the duck. It wasn’t dry at all.”

Pam Anderson glanced up at him and smiled gently. “Thanks, dear. Glad you enjoyed it. There’s more if you want…”

“Oh, no, no, I’m stuffed,” Cooper said, patting his belly. “I got to watch my weight or they’re going to hate me at work.”

“Oh yes,” Pam said. “How’s the play going? I’m so sorry we haven’t had a chance to go see it yet. Life can be so busy, you know…”

Blaine noticed that the smile on Cooper’s face got a little more forced than usual. There was always an excuse with their parents. They were always busy. There was always something that was slightly more important than being there for their children.

They weren’t children anymore, though. They had both accepted things as they were: Pam and John Anderson would never be picture-perfect parents, not only because that was impossible, but also because they weren’t interested in it. They had scraped by doing the bare minimum to be considered good parents and called it a job well done.

Cooper had always been a bit better at accepting that, Blaine guessed. He wasn’t sure if it was because Cooper had gotten to experience them when they were younger, more open, more patient, or if he just didn’t care anymore.

Blaine would always wonder and never dare to actually ask if they had gotten bored of trying when he was born. He was a lot younger than Cooper. Maybe he had been an accident. Maybe they hadn’t exactly been planning to have another kid…

Cooper was twelve years older than Blaine. For a very, very long time, they hadn’t exactly understood each other. But at some point it was like it finally clicked for them that, if they wanted to have a family, they had to be there for each other, because their parents weren’t going to change, weren’t going to become warmer, wouldn’t be what they had always expected parents to be…

When Blaine moved to New York after high school, Cooper had surprised him by following him there. He used the excuse that he wanted to try his luck at auditioning for plays instead of staying in Los Angeles and focusing only on films and TV shows, but Blaine had seen right through his lie: he wanted to be closer to his little brother. Still, he appreciated it. They had learned to be in each other’s corners, and Blaine was grateful that Cooper had been there as he started to navigate the new city and the new stage of his life.

“The play’s wonderful,” Cooper said. “I’m sure you’ll get a chance to go soon. It’ll be running for a while, I think.” He looked at Blaine, and Blaine dreaded whatever was about to come out of his brother’s mouth next. He had the habit of getting him into trouble and was absolutely no help getting him out of it afterwards. “Blaine’s been to see it a couple of times, despite how busy he’s been with his classes and everything…”

Blaine widened his eyes slightly, a silent warning that his brother completely ignored.

“Ah, yes,” their father said, finally putting down his fork, like they were finally talking about something that interested him. “Your classes, Blaine. How are they going? I expect you’ve passed every single one of them?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Blaine muttered awkwardly. He glared at Cooper once more, as his brother did encouraging gestures that were not subtle at all. He sighed. “Well, actually… I’ve made a decision regarding my major, so…”

John sat back, eyebrow arched – those thick, dark eyebrows that looked so much like Blaine’s – and fixed Blaine with a serious look. “What do you mean you’ve made a decision regarding your major? I though we’ve settled on medicine…”

We’ve settled on medicine. Like Blaine had been given a choice at all. Like it hadn’t been entirely up to John to decide what Blaine was going to do with his life.

“I’ve decided to change my major to music,” Blaine blurted out, before he could lose his nerve. “Medicine is definitely a great career, but I don’t want to be a doctor…”

“Music?” John repeated, like he didn’t understand the meaning of that word. “So another one of my children has decided to be a starving artist?”

“Hey! I’m not starving,” Cooper protested, but no one was paying attention to him for once.

“And what exactly do you plan on doing with a music education, huh?” John asked, blue eyes so much like Cooper’s fixed on Blaine like he was the only person still sitting at the table. “Play guitar in a subway station for spare change? Wait tables during the day and play at some second rate bar at night?”

Blaine moved uncomfortably on his seat. “There’s nothing wrong with any of those things, but… I actually want to compose music. Maybe for musicals, maybe for movies, maybe just… play music.”

“Just play music,” John said and scoffed. “A very solid plan, son.”

“I just don’t want to live a life I’m not satisfied with,” Blaine said a little desperately. “And I know you guys really wanted me to be some sort of successful professional, but I have to do what’s best for me, right? I have to be happy with myself when I get out of bed in the morning…”

Pam seemed to notice the tension was growing, because she tried to smooth things over: “Of course, Blaine. We understand. Your father is just concerned that…”

But John shook his head, stopping her. “That is an incredibly childish outlook on life, Blaine. Happiness is ephemeral. You need a steady income and a respectable career…”

“Who says I can’t get that?” Blaine asked him. Part of him was starting to get angry, but the rest of him, the larger part that was usually too careful, too prone to put his head down whenever his father barked an order at him wouldn’t let the anger truly rise. “Why can’t you just… believe in me?”

John groaned, like he didn’t have the time for his children’s dreamy dispositions. “I don’t know where we went wrong with you two. I thought we raised you to have a good head on your shoulders.”

Blaine glanced at Cooper, who looked like he had just been slapped. He felt a bit like that, too. He had expected some resistance to his new career path, but their father was being overly harsh. He didn’t understand.

“I’m sorry if you don’t agree with me,” he said quietly. “But it’s my life. I want to do what I think is right.”

Slowly, John nodded, like he was considering Blaine’s words. Then he stood up, leaving the napkin carefully on the table. “Very well. Do whatever you want. But I won’t be paying for it.”

“John…” Pam started. “Let’s not be hasty…”

“I’m not going to put him through college just so he can throw his life away, Pam!” John exclaimed.

“We can talk about this some other day,” Pam insisted. “It’s Christmas, John.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” John replied. “He’s free to do whatever he wants, of course. He can spend the rest of his days scraping by and counting dimes so he can make rent. I’m not going to help him in any way. Pay your way through college, Blaine. And if you ever come to your senses and realize you’ve made a mistake, I’ll be more than happy to help you get a real degree.”

He walked out of the dining room, leaving behind an uncomfortable silence.

Cooper cleared his throat. “Well,” he muttered after a couple of minutes. “What’s for desert, then?”

Blaine pushed his plate away. He wasn’t hungry anymore.

[lgbtiwtv]

the thing about lestat and armand is that their relationship is literally incomprehensible. they are boy best friends they are codependent worsties they are archrivals they are platonic soulmates they are telepathic gossipers they are part time haters and full time ride or dies they are insane bisexuals but most importantly. they are toxic exes. despite the fact that they have never once dated. hope this helps

[mysterycitrus]

also i need people to understand that whatever random word vomit i happen to post is a single drop in a proverbial ocean of very cerebral comic lore. i could always be more annoying. my internal dialogue about dick graysons relationship to identity and his own body is incomprehensible. persephone was a ploy to get people to sit still long enough to endure my thoughts about roy harper and tim drake surviving the end of ur world long enough to have to hope for a better one. absolutely insufferable.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: It's 1959, and the mayor of Chicago is dead.

Author: indigostohelit

[nuka-cherries]

FUCK THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY, ALL MY HOMIES HATE THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY

[crackers4jenn]

Modern day horror story: occasionally I dabble in fanfic writing, with a focus on Dean and Castiel boning big big time, and everything I write, I write solely on my phone. After the woe of accidentally deleting one too many drafts in gmail, whose app is evil and doesn't let you retrieve said deleted drafts even after you've cursed up at the night sky, I started searching for a word app to use instead. Of course this led me straight to Word. WELL, if you have Google drive, the Word app automatically syncs your newly created docs up with your existing account. It's pretty convenient, except, you know, if you use your Google drive for work so it's a shared drive which means as you're tip-typing away about Cas beautifully and erotically railing Dean, your fics aren't being saved locally on your phone, no ho-ho, they're being saved in a public folder your co-workers have full and complete access to. 👍

[twinkboimler]

finally posted yet to be discovered, my Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country mcspirk fic! A sequel to my fic shore leave at yosemite, take two, this fic takes place during Undiscovered Country and directly after! Both fics are super smutty, but additional cw for recreational drug use and anxiety attacks as a result of drug use. Read the tags for additional information

SUMMARY:

A fic that answers the question on everybody’s mind: what if Jim got too stoned on space-weed while in the Klingon prison at Rura Penthe and Leonard had to keep him from having an anxiety attack? This started as a bit of a ridiculous crack-fic idea and somewhere along the way turned into a tender smut fic that’s also got some character study crammed in there. In which Jim’s husbands have to put up with his usual bullshit, but hey, at least they get laid afterwards.

Enjoy! 💗💗💗

[formulaonedirection]

🎤 i’d like to hear some of your scholarship on max & lando & facial hair & it being A Weird Sex Thing

you're annoying. of course it's a weird sex thing. it's always been a weird sex thing.

or 5 times the facial hair has always been A Weird Sex Thing

1. The first time he sees Max with his stubble grown out they’re 18 and Max has always been handso- he’s always looked more grown up than Lando. He’s spent the last few months checking himself out in the mirror after sessions with Jon and he thinks he’s probably almost caught up with Max in height and then Max drives to his house after New Year’s and he looks- he looks good. Of course Max would be the first one of them to grow facial hair on purpose. Max has always been the first to do things. He’s the first one of them that started shaving, the first one to kiss a girl (the first one to do anything with a girl really), and the first one, two months ago, a confession whispered into the back of Lando’s neck when they’re cuddling in their sun lounger in the garden, to kiss a boy. It's all that Lando can think about since so it's probably not that weird when he corners Max against his car and puts his hands on either side of Max’s cheeks to touch the rough stubble, and the way Max looks down at him, eyebrow slightly raised but still under Lando’s silent examination, gives him permission to be even bolder. He wraps his arms around Max’s neck to pull him down so Lando can nuzzle the side of his face and it feels nice against his smooth cheek. When Lando finally, finally leans in to touch their mouths it's the feeling of Max's stubble that he thinks about right before he falls asleep. The first time Max falls in love is probably Lando's favourite of his firsts.

2. Charlotte swats his hand away for the third time that day, hissing at Lando to PLEASE stop scratching your thigh like that it’s really a horrible sight but Lando can’t stop because it itches. It’s really not his fault because he hadn’t seen Max in person in 4 months and Max grew out a whole beard and 10 minutes of hugging turned into another 10 of wrestling to get over the embarrassment of the shared tenderness turned into 20 minutes of really hot making out turned into Lando writhing, his back against the couch, while Max, looking absolutely obscene with what he’s pretty sure is Lando’s pre-cum wet on his beard, sucked a hickey on the inside of his thigh. And it’s not Lando’s fault his skin is sensitive and it turns out that someone rubbing their full beard against his thigh and leaving a constellation of bruises there also leaves a really embarrassing stache rash. He thinks about how he wouldn’t have been that desperate for it if he hadn’t had to go months without seeing Max in person as he’s cowering under Charlotte’s glare. He should do something about that.

3. Max comes down clean shaven and Lando sulks about it for about 4 and a half hours on the couch before he realises that he probably should get over himself or he’s not gonna be kissed the whole day and that seems like an even bigger crime than Max shaving his beard off. He slinks over to where Max is cross legged on the couch, scrolling through his phone and throws most of his body weight over Max in a way that he hopes conveys “sorry I threw a strop over breakfast because you shaved your beard it’s just that I’m hopelessly horny about it but I realise that I do not control your bodily autonomy and you should be allowed to shave whenever you want and can I have a kiss now.” It probably doesn’t but Max goes easily anyway, and his skin is soft under Lando’s hands. Max should really stop rewarding bad behaviour.

4. When Max peeks his head into his room where Lando is definitely not scrolling his own Instagram fanpages (he’s scrolling Max’s) and tells him he’s giving Lando a 10-minute heads up this time before he shaves his beard, he trips over most of his covers jumping up to follow behind Max to ask if he can- if he can do it for Max? Max raises an eyebrow and the “you sure you know how to shave, Bob?” doesn’t come out in words as much as he can hear it from the raised brow and lip curled in disbelief. He powers through it though, following Max into the bathroom and lifting himself on the bathroom counter, beckoning Max to settle between his legs. Max is warm against him, the counter just the right height so that they’re face to face and it’s quiet except for the buzz of the razor and Max’s pulse where Lando’s gripping his neck with his left hand, keeping them both steady. He can’t tell which of them is breathing loudly but he does know that it’s Max’s hard on pressing against his thigh as he pulls Max closer to get the angle of the blade just right. After that it’s only natural if he uses the hand on Max’s neck to rub tiny circles with his thumb at the dip right above his clavicle and he’s only done with one side but he puts the razor down carefully and there’s still just enough stubble that when Lando licks the side of Max’s face it’s rough against his tongue. And Max is making a face but his hands are tight around Lando’s waist while Lando leaves a trail of kisses down his neck and wonders if he can make Max leave the house without realising that only one side of his beard’s been shaved.

5. On their third day in Monaco, Lando traps Max against their golf cart and grins down at him, horrible, gremlin, smug. He’s been in top form today, giving himself a stitch from laughing so hard at Max wiping out in the water, knocking Max’s Augusta cap off to put his Augusta cap on Max’s head and leaning just a little bit too close every time Max bends down to check the angle of his shot, and now he wants a reward. He holds Max’s face between his hands sweetly, betraying the last 4 hours of absolute shithousery, and giggles as he noses against the remaining stubble around Max’s jaw. It’s a mistake because Max takes this chance to turn them around so Lando’s leaning against the golf cart instead, caged between Max’s arms on either side. It’s thrilling having Max be the one to tilt Lando’s chin up to leave little butterfly kisses on the stray hairs that Lando had proudly shoved in Max’s face that morning over breakfast. He rubs his face against Max’s, dizzy with the thought of how Max can feel his hair against his skin now too and wondering if he thinks about their first kiss as often as Lando does, but the nuzzle against the side of Lando's face is answer enough. He leans in, like the first time, like the last time, like all the millions of times in between, the feeling of Max's face as familiar to him as breathing- and almost falls forward on his face when Max takes a step back instead, laughing. "Gonna have to grow it out a little more to earn that kiss, buddy."

[heartsmadeofbooks]

Undiscovered [1/?]

Summary: All Blaine Anderson needs is a little help to put himself through school. That’s all. But he’s going to get so much more than he hoped for when he meets Kurt Hummel, the successful, sexy workaholic who in turn needs someone to make the loneliness disappear.

Wordcount: 4482.

Read it on AO3.

There was nothing but darkness filling the apartment when he walked past the front door, interrupted only by the lights of New York City that came through the impressive floor-to-ceiling window. Dropping the keys on the side table by the door, Kurt Hummel went towards the window as he loosened his tie. He was tired.

It had been a long day, but then again, it was always a long day.

If there was one thing Kurt didn’t like, it was sounding like he was complaining, because he definitely wasn’t. He loved his job, felt such huge satisfaction from everything he got to do day after day, knew he was helping people, and that was absolutely priceless. But every day he left the office later and later, and the exhaustion began to pile up on his shoulders.

Still, his briefcase was filled with case files he needed to finish reviewing before he went into the office again in the morning. He had a court date coming up for his biggest case, and a bunch of meetings scheduled for the next week. His schedule was packed, and even if he was drained sometimes, so tired he felt like he could sleep for a whole year, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

If he stopped his busy schedule, if he let even a tiny little moment of emptiness in it, wouldn’t he be overwhelmed by the loneliness he still couldn’t quite learn to live with?

[swimmingwolf59]

After the Fire Series [Complete!]

Gonna make a post for this one too while I’m at it lol!

Series summary: Two fics centered around the original series movies.

Part 1: McCoy can communicate with Spock while he’s just a katra trapped in his head, and they share feelings neither of them had the courage to before. But things don’t make as much sense when Spock is returned to his body. 

Part 2: After Sybok, after Khitomer, they found themselves at a log cabin with a giant peach tree out front. (Can stand alone)

[c0nsumemy5oul]

It's always the fanfics with the shitty ambiguous summaries that turn out to be a literary chef's kiss.

[seraphtrevs]

I love writing fan fic because no one can stop me from putting Lalo in a Santa hat and having him ruin Christmas

[wander-wren]

considering fic rec blog still. cycling through potential themes that will not be overwhelmingly vast, not so limited as to run out of material, and semi-flexible with my shifting interests

methinks perhaps a fic rec blog for unpopular fics specifically. or. unpopular is not the right word. [googles “positive synonyms for unpopular”] detested fics.

hm. no. undiscovered fics?

anyway, point being, i don’t know how one actually DEFINES that. under 1000 hits? on a quick search with a sample size of 2 fandoms, that gets me about 1/3 of all possible fics. which is a lot. but lets assume some of them are that low for a reason—poorly written fics, fics in odd niches people (including, potentially, me) don’t love, fics that are actually prompt lists or other types of fanwork…whatever. should i define it by kudos instead of hits? actually that brings up close to the same ratio if i do under 100 kudos.

idk, does that work?? should i lower the threshold, raise it? what about longfics, which might get lots of hits for updates but not actually have as many kudos? is that a good argument for going by kudos? actually i think it is. also, what about fics that get popular later, especially newer ones where they might just need a bit to get off the ground? do i boot them off the reclist or leave them or quarantine them in some kind of hall-of-fame list? or both?

i also don’t actually know how to run a fic rec blog. it sounds simple, but. if anyone has or knows some good ones i can look at as an example it’d be appreciated

[azraels-eden]

OKAY I PROMISED

UNDISCOVERED FIRST CHAPTER 6 IS HERE

With it also I bring the Alana artbreeder pic, which has not left the hallowed space of my group chats but which deserves to see the light of day

So there you have it. I SAID YOU ALL WOULD KNOW WHEN IT DROPPED, AND NOW YOU KNOW

[happyhauntt]

— march fic recs, brought to you by happyhauntt.

a wee fic rec post for a few of the fics i read in march that altered my brain chemistry!! i've put a lil comment next to each rec because honestly writers don't get praised enough for their work these days and i wanted to show my appreciation for these talented souls!!

grishaverse.

➡ kaz brekker.

what do you want from me by @rubysunnday. notes: literally perfect wtf.

dark days by rubysunnday. notes: i reread this literally constantly, it is so perfect, kaz's characterisation is perfect, i adore it.

bloody hands by rubysunnday. notes: i devoured this whole thing like a starving person it was sO good.

when am i gonna lose you? by @crowsmybeloveds. notes: this is so beautiful honestly i have no words.

the lost princess by @ellewritesalright. notes: look it's only part one but elle is a fucking wizard and i'm a sucker for an anastasia au.

you and me (a whole lot of history) by @heliads. notes: this was so cute and such a clever concept i fell in love!!!

schat by @amourology. notes: fully choked this is so adorable.

soulmate by @magpiencrow. notes: KAZ BREKKER SOULMATE AU didn't know i needed this but now i need 100 more!!!!

➡ nikolai lantsov.

nine long years series by @ellewritesalright. notes: i am actively fucking screaming over this fic. i will never stop. this might genuinely be the best thing i've read in a LONG while. everything about it has me sobbing i actively CANNOT COPE. and it's not even finished yet.

one of us by @songofpatrochilless. notes: literally had me sobbing you don't understand the domesticity of it all!!!!!.

come on back to me by @atlabeth. notes: there is a very strong chance that i'll literally never stop screaming about this fic.

dreams of you by @wh0refornikolailantsov. notes: every cell in my body is SCREAMING.

this love by @lantsovsupremacist. notes: did not, in fact, give you permission to hurt me like this do it again.

salt in the wound by @in-my-feels-probably. notes: brain goes brrrr this has everything i need to survive tbh.

wanting was enough by @rubysunnday. notes: beautiful stunning magnificent i want to eat it.

an exhausted smile by @writing-havoc. notes: think i had an aneurysm reading this it was that amazing.

run away with me by @sumsebien. notes: i am still sobbing over this.

in emerald hearts, emerald minds by @undiscovered-horizon. notes: love love love love love. there aren't enough words in any language to describe how much i love this.

➡ alina starkov.

alina starkov x reader by @heliads. notes: alina does not get nearly enough love and this was so fucking sad and cute and brilliant.

➡ nina zenik.

the ten steps to 'i love you' by @sophierequests. notes: this was SO HEARTWARMING AND SWEET i adored it!!!

➡ zoya nazyalensky.

forget-me-nots by @syllvane. notes: not enough zoya fics on this hellsite. but also this ripped my heart out and made me sob so RUDE. i feel devastated.

➡ inej ghafa.

inej ghafa x reader by @heliads. notes: INEJ MY SWEET BABY, this fic is everything to me. everything. and it's so beautifully written!!!

➡ the darkling.

the dark side of the moon series by @myhairpintrigger. notes: this fic is ASTOUNDING. i haven’t cried this much reading something in a long time. i was FULL-BODY SOBBING. i don’t even like the darkling. i am Not a darkling girlie. but i was intrigued by concept of this fic and i can safely say it has ruined my life. this is Emotional Damage Incarnate. i will never recover. author, i salute you.

911.

through the smoke by @borntobewondering. notes: spent twenty whole minutes sobbing after reading this. i felt undone i felt hollow i felt so utterly fucked. author is a genius and that's all there is to say.

not so one night stand by @shmaptainwrites. notes: this was so fuckin adorable i'm in love.

d.c. to l.a. by shmaptainwrites. notes: bobby my guy just doesn't get enough fucking credit and this is so fucking adorable.

criminal minds.

➡ spencer reid.

trouble almost all my life by @januaryembrs. notes: this series is. it's literally. everything. i love bugsy like she's my own child. sister relationships are everything to me. i spent an hour sobbing in my bed over parts 2 and 3. i want this tattooed on my forehead.

➡ aaron hotchner.

found by @benedictscanvas. notes: DADDY i mean what. all jokes aside this was so sweet and beautiful and i'm in love the writing!!!

doctor who.

rage rage (against the dying of the light) by @morganas-pendragons. notes: felt feral after reading this. kayla just gets me in my feels every time.

heartbeat by morganas-pendragons. notes: this was the most emotional devastating thing i've ever read and i fully needed 3-5 business days to recover. rude. i want 100 more.

untitled by morganas-pendragons. notes: PAIN i love this so much.

ache by morganas-pendragons. notes: just scoop my heart out of my fucking chest i don't want it anymore after reading this.

a mind full of blissful terrors by @magiccath. notes: simply fucking amazing.

light in the dark by @i-imagine-my-doctor. notes: screaming please i adore this so much.

baby talk by @kisstherainwriting. notes: THE ABSOLUTE CUTIEST EVER. there's not enough clara fics and this had me squealing and feeling all warm and fuzzy!!!

holding my hand by kisstherainwriting. notes: angst galore this was STUNNING.

in another's eyes by @cas-kingdom. notes: PERFECTION.

where do we go now series by @theetherealbloom. notes: literally so fucking amazing i don't have enough words.

marauders.

the winner takes it all by @ellecdc. notes: brb faye is having a STROKE--

come back, be here series by ellecdc. notes: i think i had a full on stroke while reading this series. the attention to detail is insane. the characterisation is perfect.

i don't know you anymore (maybe i never really did) by @thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels. notes: SCREECHING i'm in love you don't understand.

bridgerton.

➡ anthony bridgerton.

distractions by @peterpparkrr. notes: simply immaculate.

right person, all the wrong times by @wwinterwitch. notes: did you mean one of my favourite tropes bc this is it.

right in front of me by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 & @thirteenisles. notes: i felt feral after reading this tbh.

➡ sibling!reader.

reluctant caretaker by @rubysunnday. notes: this fic hit my heart in all the right places okay sibling stuff means everything to me.

did she have a cookie by rubysunnday. notes: a joyous read from start to finish i CACKLED the whole way through.

moon knight.

come back to me by @mgparker. notes: still sobbing. immaculate.

the other sarcophagus by @starryevermore. notes: i literally reread this constantly i adore it so much!!

marc spector x reader by @softlyspector. notes: i had an aneurysm reading this and i haven't been the same since.

more marc spector x reader by softlyspector. notes: i am having an intense emotion hold on. anytime i see autistic stuff in canon content for any fandom i SQUEAK. and this is so well done honestly.

star wars.

heartless by @youvebeenlivingfictional. notes: i reread this constantly, it's so amazing and heartwrenching and beautiful and i want to eat it.

little talks by @light-yaers. notes: you simply do not understand how much i adore everything beff writes. i adore this fic more than i need oxygen to breathe.

right where you left me series by light-yaers. notes: personality-defining series. i LIVE for this fic. every update adds five years to my lifespan. if you're not reading this you are MISSING OUT.

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[reiding-writing]

Idk if u ever write this or not but... i've been thinking abt this lately....... spencer and reader debating about "kissing is a lot more hygienic than shaking hands" and they just suddenly kiss afterwards AHHHH I DONT KNOW IF YOU GET MY POINT but thats that

acceptable greetings [ s.r ]

Summary:

Spencer is an avid believer that kissing is a better greeting than shaking hands. You’re not convinced at his notion of it being ‘completely acceptable’, and in attempting to prove him wrong, you end up proving something else.

WARNINGS: n/a

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

genre: 100% fluff

wc: 1.5k

masterlist!!

a/n: here is my immediate apology for the sheer amount of angst in my last fic i love you guys please don’t hate me 🫶

“Kissing is so much more hygienic than shaking hands,”

Spencer’s expression matched his statement, confident in his assessment and unwilling to back down on his stance of not wanting to shake hands with other people.

“It’s unhygienic,” He would say, “There are hundreds of undiscovered bacterial colonies that live on people’s hands,”

“That doesn’t change the fact that kissing somebody is not an acceptable greeting Spencer,” You arbitrarily turn your swivel chair back and forth with your foot as a pivot, rolling your eyes as you lean your head over the back of your chair.

You’d been talking about this topic for almost half an hour, your file assessment of your most recent case forgotten on your desk as you debate with Spencer as he sat directly opposite you.

“Several European countries use kissing as a customary greeting,” Of course he had a rebuttal to your comment. “It actually dates back to the Romans, who, as my original statement supports, used it as a way to stop diseases from spreading between people during social greetings,”

His face told you that he was singing his own glory in his head, victory written in the small wrinkle in his eyebrow and the quirk of his smile.

If he wasn’t so cute when he looked at you like that you’re sure you would’ve found something else to say. Something to continue this debate of yours and satisfy the competitiveness riddling your brain.

But instead you opt to let him revel in his ‘victory’, rolling your eyes as a soft “Whatever,” rolls off your tongue.

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You were going to prove your point.

You might think Spencer is perfectly sweet and innocent in his ways, but that didn’t stop that tiny voice in the back of your head that told you that you could win that debate you were having the day before.

You entered the bullpen with an agenda. You walked out of the elevator with your head held high and your eyes fixed on the fluffy brown mess decorating the back of Spencer’s head.

You clear your throat when you meet him, and he turns around with that perfectly innocent expression on his face, echoing a soft “Good morning,” at you that only amplifies his perfectness and makes you want to prove him wrong even more.

You don’t consult him before you lean in to press your lips to his face.

It’s a short, chaste kiss that’s pressed to the apple of his cheek.

It lasts less than a second.

And yet Spencer’s face immediately flushes a bright red that would make anyone passing by think that you’d suggested the two of you strip naked in the middle of the office.

“I- What was that for?-” His voice wavers like he was catching his breath from running up a flight of stairs, blinking rapidly at you like clearing his vision was going to provide him with the answer to his question.

“Not such an acceptable greeting after all hm?”

It takes him a second to realise what you’re talking about, but your smug expression and the way you cross your arms over your chest sends him back to the conversation he was having with you yesterday and his face turns from confusion to begrudging acknowledgment.

“It is a perfectly acceptable greeting when both parties are aware it is going to happen,” He sighs along with his response, mirroring you as he crosses his arms to try and resemble having some sort of composure.

He intentionally left out the part where even if he knew you were going to kiss him he would still flush red like a traffic light.

That his palms would still sweat and his vest would suddenly become uncomfortably hot on his torso.

But that was because you were- well, you.

So his point still stood.

“God you really do have an answer to everything don’t you?” The slight tilt of your head and the still very apparent smile on your face told him that despite your words you weren’t angry or annoyed at his response.

You more looked like you’d been presented with a freshly scrambled rubix cube to solve and add to the collection on your desk.

And that look on your face only proved to crack his composure even more.

“Well- I have done extensive research on the subject, so I therefore have had chance to form a fully educated opinion of the matter,”

True to form, his explanation was smart, logical, mixed in with that adorable awkwardness as he continued to reel from his earlier flustering.

Your chuckles grace his ears with no objection, and he soon find himself smiling softly alongside you as your attitude rubs off on him.

“You’re so cute,”

But when you call him cute, Spencer Reid finally, fully cracks because that is the sweetest goddamn thing he’s ever heard in his life.

Spencer’s smile reaches his eyes, the flush on his cheeks returning with a vengeance at your words and causing him to feel hot once more despite the AC blowing at a comfortable cool temperature.

You hold up a finger in front of you that his eyes follow with a confused knit in his eyebrow, and then you’re jogging back towards the elevator with his confusion only growing at every step you make.

His eyebrows continue to furrow as you walk back towards him again with that determined look that paints your face whenever you’re knee-deep in a profile, and he raises and eyebrow as you come to a stop in front of him once more.

“Good morning Spencer, i’m going to kiss you as a greeting now,”

Spencer’s face relaxes at your words as he understands what you’re doing. That you’re trying to prove his previous statement untrue by declaring your intentions beforehand and still having the interaction be unsuitable as a greeting.

He thinks he knows what you have planned, and he prepares himself for your lips to press against his cheek, to suppress the kaleidoscope of butterflies that would inevitably stir in his stomach at your contact so that he could hold his ground.

He thinks he knows what’s coming.

But oh is he wrong.

Your lips miss the apple of his cheek by a large margin, landing square on his mouth and causing his eyes to fly wide open at the new sensation.

If your lips weren’t pressed to his he’s sure his jaw would’ve fallen slack.

And that’s exactly what happens when you pull away from him a few seconds later, a delicate flush on your cheeks that contrasts the bright red covering his face like a warning sign of his shattered composure.

You stifle a small chuckle at his expression with your hand, tilting your head in a exaggeratedly innocent way. “What’s wrong Spencer? I thought kissing was an acceptable greeting when ‘both parties are aware it’s going to happen’,”

You reiterate his own words back to him, mimicking his tone in your explanation as you watch him blink at you with a blankly flabbergasted expression, completely shut down in every sense of the word.

An IQ of 187 slashed down to 60 as Emily would say.

His astoundment lasts for a whole 20 seconds before he brings himself back to reality through a series of rapid blinks, doing nothing more than leaning it to finish the space between you once more.

It’s times like this where Spencer is glad that the two of you were both chronically early to work.

That he wouldn’t have to deal with the ramifications of his actions through his coworkers.

That he didn’t have to endure Morgan’s teasing as he stood there with his hands holding either side of your face and his lips pressed against yours with a gentle but insistent pressure.

You were more than happy to accept his advances, internally singing your own praises at finally finding an excuse to kiss those perfect pink lips of his, and have him return it no less.

He breaks the moment after a few seconds, his hands still securely cupping your face towards him as he stumbles out a half-assed explanation for his actions.

“It’s- It’s polite to return somebody’s greeting with one of your own-”

You nod with a suppressed smile against the hold of his hands.

Maybe kissing your coworkers was an acceptable greeting after all.

Or, at least for the coworker you’d been pining after.