#raymond wadsworth fluff

[de4dlyniightshade]

You got any slutty Raymond hcs mama???

so many. so so many.

sub. bite me idc.

blowjob LOVER like every man likes a bj ofc but he LOVESSSSSSSSSSS bjs bcs he gets to just put his brain in your mouth and not have to think for however long he can last(not long let's be real here)

clumsy like very clumsy sex bcs he doesn't know what he's doing but he puts his heart and soul into bless him he really tries but 9/10 times it ends with you on top fucking his brains out and using him to get yourself off.

munch!!!!!!!!! not great at it but munch!!!!!!!!!! he really does try and that's all that matters until he's accidentally edging you and you just have to grab his hair and fuck his face.

biggest himbo ever, outside the bedroom and inside, has no idea what anything means, what positions are called, names for kinks, nothing, he just likes what he likes and let's you do what you want with a dopey smile on his face.

super needy like no matter where you are if he's feeling a little frisky you're gonna know abt it and he'll make sure of it, wether he's straight up telling you or not-so-subtly pressing his cock into you.

sensitive! like super super sensitive, can't handle overstimulation whatsoever, he's immediately crying and gasping and squirming away from you.

we all know he's an ass guy ofc but like he's an ASS guy like he loves eating you from the back so he can grip your ass and even bite your buttcheek when you don't expect it bcs you never let him.

on the same lines, loves grinding on your ass, even when you're both clothed, the feeling of his cock slotting perfectly between your ass just tickles his brain just right and will make him cum embarrassingly fast.

tongue. all the time. will have his tongue in your mouth any time you kiss, he just can't help it. and licking you, sexually or not he just loves licking you.

loves when you choke him with his ascot.

the ascot stays on.

i love his ascots.

backshots with you pulled against his chest.

suuuuuppppppppeeeerrrrrrr vocal like crazy loud, so much so that more often than not you have to cover his mouth just so you don't get complaints.

will let you peg him.

loves a curvy gal. and has no shame about it. will shout it from the rooftops.

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short intro: hi! i'm azrael, u can call me az or azzy, and this is my archive for some of my favourite fics about any and all matthew gray gubler characters! let me know if u have any fic recommendations <3

TAG GUIDE

name tags: spencer reid, chip taylor, raymond wadsworth, matthew gray gubler

fic content tags: smut, fluff, angst

blog tags: names of blogs that have fics repeated (de4dlyniightshade, gubsbuubs, thankyouivy, sundrop-writes, incognit0slut)

fic type tags: headcanon, imagine, blurb

mine: ask i sent that was answered

disclaimer: the tag system on tumblr is shit so i'm trying my best

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Doubt, Denial, and Fucking Destiny: Raymond Wadsworth

Summary: After reconnecting with Raymond when he returns to town, he finds it hard to believe that he was your childhood crush due to the many years he spent believing he was unlovable. Your crush on him never left, it was simply buried, so you prove that you did like him and maybe still do?

Pairing: Raymond Wadsworth x Short Fem!Reader

Warnings/Includes: alcohol presence, mention of past verbal abuse and bullying, mention of weight loss, self-doubt, low self-esteem, kissing.

Raymond Wadsworth never thought himself deserving of any sort of proper love.

He grew up in a home where every day his stuck-up father pointed out his mental and physical flaws, his wrong choices, and his past and present failures with no hesitation or apology. Constantly under scrutiny and judgement at home, school wasn't much better. It may have even been worse.

The kids would poke fun at Raymond for his looks, his weight being the main target of most of the insults and he dug himself deeper by eating his feelings away.

To top it all off, he spent his childhood believing that he could see and communicate with the dead. With ghosts, to be more specific. And his father called him crazy for it all. You heard whispers of it around the school.

Raymond's childhood was hard, you knew that then as you knew it now, watching him prepare to drink himself away as you watched him down chocolate milk after a beating by older kids in the park years earlier. Many... years earlier. Too many- was this even Raymond?

He was taller now, maybe 6'1, nearly 6'2? He was much thinner now, but he looked decently healthy and his hair was still just as unruly as it had been all the way back then. He was, in fact here and he was also very very very attractive. To you, maybe. He'd always been attractive, even before he became who he was before he returned to the town.

Being about four years younger than him, you had admired him endlessly and achingly as a child. To be frank, he never took notice of you that way, only seeing you as the annoying little brat with the pigtails who chased him around the playground back then.

It was stupid that your heart skipped a beat the moment you knew it was truly him. It had been decades since you last saw him and you'd had many unlasting relationships since then. Here was your crush from when you were merely five and your heart fluttered? Stupid. Ahead of yourself.

But you wandered over to him anyway, sitting down next to him on the barstool. "I thought you had a blood pressure issue," you started, smiling as he froze the hand that held the shot he was about to throw back.

"Yeah... how did you know that?" He questioned before actually looking at you. The moment he lifted his head to get a glance at who was speaking to him, it was like all his organs stopped working at once. He choked on pure air at the sight of you. You couldn't help but smile.

He continued coughing and you laughed, "I don't think taking that shot is a good idea anyway... do you need water, Raymond?" You knowing his name set off a new round of coughing and you and the bartender nodded at each other as they placed a cup of water in front of Raymond.

You watched him try to recalibrate his respiratory system and eventually, he regained his breath, looking up at you through curls. "I'm sorry, uh, hot girls- they usually don't just walk up and talk to me."

"Aaand hot men usually don't choke on absolutely nothing when I approach them, so there's a first time for everything." You smiled, folding your hands and resting them under your chin. It seemed like it took him an extra second to process that you had just called him hot. He was just as shy-seeming as he was then. It seemed like he was also trying to place your face. "You don't remember me?"

"I think I do, I just can't place where..."

"I'll jog your memory," you suggested, immediately reaching to pull your hair into ponytails that stayed put with your fists. You lowered yourself a little and nodded, pulling your mouth to one side to mimic the way you looked so long ago and his jaw dropped.

"(Y/N)! No way! Oh my god, you're still 5'2!" He gasped, running a hand through his hair. So he did remember you after all. "-And you have boobs now, that's- that's great." His eyes drifted and you snapped to get his attention back up to your face. "You look- you look great, holy fuck."

"Thak you, so do you," you shook your hair out again and bit your lip. "You look so much happier."

"You can say skinnier," he shrugged.

"I would say skinnier if that's what I meant, Raymond, but I meant happier." He seemed a little bit surprised. "I see that you are but frankly it never mattered to me. I liked you anyway."

His eyebrows narrowed, "Liked me anyway? Weren't you like... five when we met? I was... nine-ish. And you... you would follow me around, was that a crush?"

"It was," you admit, a small smile tugging your lips again, eyes fluttering from his hands back up to Raymond, who looked baffled. It made sense that he thought nobody liked him back then. Your reveal to liking him then seemed to grip him with shock well enough. Wait until he understood just how long. "-And it lasted until I was thirteen and you were... seventeen. I think that's around when you went, wasn't it?"

He nodded, eyes drifting. You snapped again and his mind snapped back to where it should be. "Y-yeah. When did all this... happen, because when I left you were..."

"Conventionally unattractive." You finished. "Well there's one word to sum it up and it's puberty. It hit me, it hit you and now we are right back where we started and you seem just as likeable."

"And you're far less annoying..." he trailed off. "I cannot believe you're still here."

"I can't believe you're back." You grinned. You could see his interest in you as he sat there. Was he wearing pyjamas? It all seemed to add up. You were here, he was back, and your heart kept fluttering oddly. So you spewed it, "I think my crush for you is still here, oddly enough."

It was fun to see him joke on air again. "You still like... me?" He seemed so shocked to hear it. "Woah woah woah, no. You can't have my wallet. Or are you a prostitute now?"

"Not a prostitute, I was trying to hit on you while being sweet at the same time," I sighed, downing the shot Raymond had in front of him. He didn't seem to care much about it. He was swallowing hard now, sharp cheekbones flushed.

"Genuinely trying to hit on me?" He questioned again. He really didn't believe you, huh? But it made sense, what with his upbringing. The overweight kid who saw ghosts- the reputation didn't fare well. So you decided maybe,

"We should get out of here, Raymond. Those bitches over there are still picking on you and you can't really drink without your blood pressure killing you, so I say we just go for a walk." You suggested. His long fingers rested on the edge of the bar and you let your smaller hand close around his. "I've paid for my drinks and I will pay for yours." You slapped money down on the counter for the bartender.

"A walk?" Was all he could really say before you led him out of the bar and into the night. You could only imagine what was going on in his mind. An ugly annoying girl from his childhood was now hot and socially decent and now he finds that girl still likes him and always liked him, even at his worst... Must be exciting.

The breeze was cool outside, but the air around the flow was warm. You finally answered, once a few steps from the bar entrance. "Yes, a walk. Bar settings tense you up, look at how loose you are now. You don't even notice you're still holding my hand." You teased, giving his hand a squeeze before interlocking your fingers with his. He turned pink again and it could be seen even in the flickering lights of the street.

"I suppose I'm confused... You don't think I'm gay?"

You narrowed your eyes, "Are you?"

"NO!" He shouted back. "Why does everyone think that?"

What the fuck? "I never suspected you were but looking at you, maybe it's the ascot."

"The ascot?"

"The ascot." You replied with a small smile. "I don't think you look gay... I don't even think it's possible to look gay. You do look cute though. Maybe those other bitches who called you gay are gay."

He nodded, halfway through untying it. Both of you kept walking down the sidewalk. "Thank you." I could tell he was trying not to say too much now. He was doubting himself.

I sighed, swinging Raymond's arm over my shoulder, fingers never unlocking. I could feel his hand trembling a little. "Raymond, I know this was sprung on you, but I did and do like you. I have yet to properly figure who you are now, but I do." You made sure to look up at him so he knew you were serious.

His mouth was open as if he wanted to speak, but couldn't. Until he did. "Are you sure you're not a prostitute?"

Holy fucking shit. You began to rant, "No, Raymond! I'm just a girl. I'm just a girl and I like you and I want to maybe know you before you head off again. This whole town is a fucking gravity pit, a fucking black hole and I would like for once, for someone to want to talk to me. AND, I would like nothing more than for you to know that people are in fact capable of liking you romantically, despite everything your asshole father may have told you, or the kids at school who couldn't see your worth then or now and I-"

He spun you, fingers still intertwined and suddenly, his lips were on yours, and he wasn't particularly sweet or gentle. In fact, it was ravenous. He pushed you against the wall of the building you were passing. It seemed like the slightest bit of reassurance, the slightest bit of someone showing him how much he was worth, set him off. But you didn't really care.

Raymond's shaking hands slid into the roots of your hair, holding your face as he kissed you with great passion. With muffled 'mmmm's and wandering hands, you gripped him by the ascot, holding him down to your height.

But you couldn't kiss him much longer. "Raymond, I don't want to take advantage of your insecurities," You mumbled against his lips. You had been more confident earlier, but he had you practically unravelling. "I've always liked you, I have, and I'm so glad we just kissed, but-"

"My heart is beating too fast to properly hear, but I know you're sweet as hell and I really just want to pretend we're teenagers and make out for forty minutes nonstop, is that okay?" He interrupted with rambling, and it was more than clear what he wanted.

"How about forty-five, ghost boy?" You yanked him down by the ascot again and his hands went right back to either side of your face while he pulled you into the alleyway. He got his forty-five minutes and it ended sweetly, with him making you promise to come and see him tomorrow. You agreed, watching him go. He walked backward as to say goodbye, but tripped over a garbage can.

He was alright. There would be a conversation piece in the bruise he would probably get tomorrow. Call it fate or call it fucking destiny that he was back and your feelings were still there. All these years and you finally had what you'd wanted so long ago. Plus, it was only the beginning.

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Only One Bed Fic Rec List 🛏

SFW Spencer Fics

Gender Neutral Reader

Hot Cocoa & Cuddles by @reidgraygubler: Reader is freezing while they’re working on a case in Alaska. Spencer has some fun facts about body temperatures and conserving body heat

Side Effects Might Vary by @specialagentsergio: An unexpected side effect brings you and Spencer closer—literally—when he’s prescribed a medication to help relieve his chronic nightmares.

It Can Wait Till Morning by @broken-stardust: Derek realizes that Spencer and Reader aren’t going to confess their feelings to each other, so he puts them in a situation where they’ll be forced to.

Atlas by @spectaclespencer: After getting shot Spencer is on bedrest, and begs Reader to stay with him just a little while longer.

Female Reader

Alcohols and Coffee by @strawberryspence: Spencer just really wants to date you and the alcohol finally gives him the courage to ask you out.

Malade by @spencerreidat3am: Being sick means a visit from the doctor.

Assorted SFW Fics

Will You Remember by @nerdyfangirl67 (Hotch, GN!Reader): Reader is a little tipsy/drunk. Character (Hotch) takes them to their apartment. Reader insists they sleep in the same bed.

Capture my Heart by @fortheloveofcriminalminds (Ralvez): Spencer Reid isn’t a big drinker. A night at Rossi’s and one bed makes him realise drinking isn’t all bad if it means he ends up in Luke’s arms.

The Warmest Hour by @lollipopgal (Franklin, GN!Reader): Reader and Franklin hate each other, but the heater is broken and it’s freezing.

Take Care by @reidgraygubler (Lesley, GN!Reader): Lesley takes care of reader after they had too much to drink

NSFW Spencer Fics

Female Reader

Morning Glory by me: Spencer goes into way too much detail about nocturnal penile tumescence (or morning wood, or morning glory, or whatever pejorative you prefer).

Get Lucky by me: The fire alarm in your apartment building goes off at 3AM after a pipe bursts. You only (barely) know the FBI agent who lives in the building, but he offers to share a hotel room, with you.

Homecoming in Vegas by @andiebeaword: Spencer gets an invitation to his 25th High School Reunion. Reader volunteers herself to accompany him.

Rough Night by @andiebeaword: Person A checks into hotel for the night. Person B has been driving all night and stops and checks in. Problem is….A is already in said room.

Assorted NSFW Fics

Demons by @emberfrostlovesloki (Hotch, Fem!Reader) : The team is forced into very close quarters during a case in Alaska. A mix-up in rooms has Aaron and Reader closer than ever.

Damsel by me (Kyle Orfman, Fem!Reader): You find a group to stick with in the zombie apocalypse, and Kyle is the only one with a bed big enough for two people.

Multiply by @reidgraygubler (Kyle Orfman, Fem!Reader): After narrowly escaping her grandmother eating her, Reader is on her own to find other civilization. The Orfman family takes her in. Reader and Kyle share a special bond.

Teen Dream by @kirencer (Chip Taylor, GN!AFAB!Reader): Chip’s not an idiot. He’s just a bit blind. Especially when it comes to the blatant feelings that Reader has for him.

Ruin It by @boldlyvoid (Spencer/Ethan): Spencer never had sleepovers as a kid, so now that he’s an adult he’s always sleeping over at Ethan’s house, and he’ll take any excuse to crawl into bed beside him.

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@safertokiss

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Reader, MGG x Reader

All categories, mainly smut

@sierraraeck

Masterlist- includes Spencer x GN!Reader, Spencer x Fem!OC, BAU x Fem!OC, BAU x Fem!Reader, Emily x Fem!Reader, Ralvez

All categories

@spacedikut

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Hotch x Fem!Reader

Fluff

@specialagentsergio​

Masterlist- includes Spencer x GN!Reader, Spencer x Fem!Reader, Emily x Fem!Reader

Angst and fluff

@spence-imagines

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Luke x Fem!Reader

Angst and fluff I think

@spencers-dria

Masterlist- includes Spencer x GN!Reader, Spencer x Fem!Reader

All categories

@spencers-renaissance

Masterlist- includes Hotchreid, Moreid, Emily x Reader, Gen

Angst and fluff

@spencers-ren18

Masterlist- includes Hotchreid, Moreid, Emily x Reader

Smut

@spncersreid

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Spencer x GN!Reader, Jemily

Angst and fluff

@squiggledrop

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Reader

All categories

@ssahoodrathotchner

Masterlist- includes Hotch x GN!Reader, Hotch x Fem!Reader

Fluff and angst

@ssa-santiago

Masterlist- includes Hotch x Fox Mulder (X-Files) aka Motchner AU

All categories I think

@stunudo

Masterlist- includes like everything, all characters I think, Fem!Reader

All categories

@summerygubler

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Spencer x GN!Reader, Tara x GN!Reader

Angst and fluff

@sunlight-moonrise

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Reader

Smut and fluff

@themetaphorgirl

Masterlist- includes childhood AUs for Spencer and the entire BAU

Fluff and angst

@thespringpriestess

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Spencer x OC

All categories

@thundergunexpresss

Masterlist - includes Spencer x Fem!Reader

Smut

@veraiconcos

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Spencer x GN!Reader, Hotch x Reader, Elle x Reader, Emily x Reader, Hotchniss, Dad!Spencer x Reader, Prof!Spencer x OC, MGG x Reader

All categories

@wrecklessimagine

Masterlist- includes Spencer, Hotch, Rossi, Derek, Emily, Gideon, JJ, Luke, Fem!Reader

All categories

@write-orflight

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Hotch x Fem!Reader, Emily x Fem!Reader

All categories

@writing-in-april

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Reader, Sub!Spencer x Reader, Dom!Spencer x Reader, Chip Taylor x Reader, Raymond Wadsworth x Reader, Franklin x Reader

All categories

@wtfevenismypage

Masterlist- includes MGG x Reader, BAU x Reader, Spencer x Reader, Hotch x Reader, Emily x Reader

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@zhuzhubii

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Spencer x GN!Reader, Spencer x Malw!Readed, Prison/post-prison!Spencer, Sub!Spencer, Dom!Spencer, Bi!Spencer, Unsub!Reader, Unsub!Spencer, Prof!Spencer

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@zugzwangxo

Masterlist - includes Spencer x Fem!OC, Spencer x Reader, Ralvez, Moreid, Spencer x JJ x Emily, Spencer x Emily x Derek, Spencer x Penelope, Luke x Reader, Jemily, JJ x Reader, Hotchreid, MGG x Reader, BAU

All categories I think

@90spumkin

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Reader, CM x Spn crossover

All categories

[writing-in-april]

April’s 500 follower celebration 🎉

Thank you all for supporting me and getting me to 500 followers 🥰 I’ve decided to post a fic/blurb everyday for 7 days 🥳 I’ll have all the fics & blurbs linked right here, again thanks so much y’all! The order of release may change around a bit depending on what I finish first so this is a somewhat tentative schedule. Also my first ideas for titles are always bad so those might change as well. They will all be queued on their respective days at 8pm EST (hopefully) Main Masterlist

1) Occupied: Spencer Reid x Female Reader (Smut): Spencer and Reader get caught in a bar bathroom after Reader couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.

2)Souvenir: Poe Dameron x Sex Worker Female Reader (Smut): Poe’s found himself in a tight spot after a run in with the first order. Reader helps him out by lending him some clothes, though they aren’t exactly the proper attire.

3)Unsolved: Raymond Wadsworth (MGG in Suburban Gothic)x Gender Neutral Reader (Fluff): Raymond runs into the buzzfeed unsolved duo investigating the same place he is, plus their cute camera operator.

4)A Greek Tragedy: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader (Masc. coded) (Hurt Comfort Angst): Spencer and Reader’s lives now resemble a Greek tragedy after Spencer returns from his kidnapping.

5)Serindipity :Frankies Morales (Pedro Pascal in Triple Frontier)x Reader (Meet Cute Fluff): Reader meets Frankie when the roads are especially icy.

6)Chipped: Chip Taylor (MGG in 68 kill)x Reader (Fluff): Chip Taylor watching Beauty and the beast for the first time.

7) The Big Bluff : Spencer Reid x Reader (Smut): Spencer plays against a professional poker player.

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Little Baby

Pairing: Raymond Wadsworth x Reader

Warning(s): Language, mentions of blood and injury, but mostly fluff

Summary: Sometimes it's better just to listen to your significant other instead of, you know, doing the exact opposite of what they tell you to do.

A/N: What a cutie.

You sat in your boyfriend’s lap, surrounded by bloodied gauzes and boxes and boxes of bandaids. Sitting as still as he could with his hands on your hips, Raymond’s face was covered with an assortment of bandaids, all different shapes and sizes, and ranging from solid colors to Hello Kitty designs.

You held Raymond’s face in place with one hand, gently placing the bandaid over the final scratch on the bridge of his nose and smoothing out the sides with your fingers. Raymond scrunched up his nose when you pulled your hand away, shaking your head.

Whether it was disappointment or amusement, Raymond couldn’t really tell.

“I know I promised I wouldn’t ask, but you know I have to. Why the hell are you covered in scratch marks?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck and lacing your hands together behind his head, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

Raymond paused for a few seconds, considering your question and tilting his head into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Just tell her, Raymond,” he thought to himself, lifting his gaze to look at you as you straddled his lap with your left eyebrow quirked. “Tell her the truth, and she won’t be mad!”

However, part of his brain decided it would get a bit more creative. The other part was screaming, “no, no, no! Don’t tell her you’re having an affair, don’t tell her you’re having an affair, don’t tell her you’re having an—”

“I’m having an affair.”

Smack!

“Ouch! Peach, that hurt!” Raymond whined, gently rubbing the side of his head where you had hit him with his lips pulled into a childish pout. “What did you do that for?” He asked, receiving his answer in the form of one of your scary glares. “Fine, fine,” he slumped forward, his face buried in the crook of your neck. “I… may have tried to scare off the raccoon in the backyard…”

Your shoulders shook slightly, prompting Raymond to lift his head to look up at you, his brows furrowed. 

“Are you... laughing?”

You quickly brought a hand up to cover your mouth for a few seconds to conceal the grin growing on your lips.”No, No. It’s just… was it the little baby raccoon in the pumpkin patch? The one I told you to leave alone last night?" You asked, lowering your hand and biting your lower lip, not bothering to hide your smile any longer. 

“It only looks innocent, Y/N. I swear to god, that fucking beast wants me dead— why are you laughing?”

Raymond could only stare with his jaw slack as you burst into a fit of giggles, tilting your head backward. He opened his mouth to protest again, but you cupped his face between your hands, puckering your lips mockingly and pressing kisses to each and every single bandaid covering the scratch marks on his face and neck.

“Oh, my poor baby! Getting his ass handed to him by a little raccoon!” You teased, pinching his cheeks and rubbing your nose against his.

“Hey! Those claws were deadly!”

Giggling again, you kissed the tip of his nose, ignoring your boyfriend’s incoherent muttering. “Oh, come here, you big baby,” you smiled, flinging your arms around him and collapsing onto the springy mattress with him. Propping yourself up on one elbow, you brushed your thumb down the slope of his nose, trailing off along his cheek and down to his jaw, making him smile. You lowered your lips onto his for a sweet kiss, breaking apart to push a strand of hair away from his face. “My hero. I love you.”

“I love you too, peach,” Raymond replied sweetly, tangling his fingers in the hair behind your head and pulling you down against him, your lips meeting for another kiss. His tongue darted out of his mouth to swipe at your bottom lip, and you gladly parted your lips to accept his tongue. Smiling against his lips, you suddenly pulled away to snort. 

“What?” He asked, his free hand rubbing up and down your back under your shirt. 

“Nothing. I was just thinking about how we’ll probably have to get you a rabies shot.”

“WHAT?”

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CURRENTLY WRITING FOR: 

mgg characters → spencer reid (criminal minds), chip taylor (68 kill), raymond wadsworth (suburban gothic)

GUIDELINES:

yes → fluff, wlm/wlw smut, gender neutral reader, fem!dom + male!sub/fem!sub, pegging

no → mlm smut, male!dom, noncon/dubcon, rpf

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Masterlist of Imagines

This is the masterlist for the fanfictions I have written as oneshots. Fics with an asterisk (*) are my favourites and most popular.

68 Kill

Chip Taylor

Cover-up (GN!Reader/Mild NSFW)

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton

Convenience (Female Reader/Smut)

The Rake (Female Reader/Fluff and Angst)

Benedict Bridgerton

Seduced By Your Scent (Can be read as Part 2 to Subtle-tea/Female Reader/Suggestive Fluff)

Subtle-tea (Female Reader/Fluff)

Sunflower (Female Reader/Smut)

The Luckiest Man (Can be read as Part 3 to Subtle-tea and Seduced By Your Scent/Female Reader/Smut)

COD: MW2

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Quiet When I’m Coming Home (Angst without a Happy Ending/Gender Neutral Reader)

Soundly (Gender Neutral Reader/Hurt Comfort)

Trust (Angst with a Happy Ending/Gender Neutral Reader)

Unwinding (Angst and Fluff with a Happy Ending/Gender Neutral Reader)

John Price

An Evening of Persuasion (Fluff/Gender Neutral Reader)

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

A Round of Golf (Gender Neutral Reader)

Begrudging Allies (Period!AU/Trans!Male Reader)

Let Me Do The Work (Gender Neutral Reader/NSFW)

Emily Prentiss

For Good (Gender Neutral Reader/Period AU)

To Ourselves (Female OC/NSFW)

Spencer Reid

A Little Indulgence (AFAB Reader/Gender Neutral Reader/Smut)

The Bad Influence’s Birthday (Can be read alone or alongside Seahorse/Trans!Male Reader)

Bare Oneself and One’s Soul (Male Reader/Mild Smut)

Between Bars (Male OC)

Eyes Wide Shut (Gender Neutral Reader/Smut)

Get A Hairband or Get A Haircut (Male Reader)

Grumpy Softie (AFAB Reader/Gender Neutral Reader/Smut)

The Last Cigarette (AFAB Reader/Gender Neutral Reader/Smut/Unsub!Spencer)

Mystery Writer (Gender Neutral Reader)

Mythological Metaphorical (Smut/Trans!Male Reader/Vampire!Spencer)

Romanticise Yourself (Male Reader/Smut)

Seahorse (Smut/Trans!Male Reader)

Seahorse (No Smut/Trans!Male Reader)

The Sight of You (Gender Neutral Reader/Friends to Enemies to Lovers)

Valentine’s Day for Nerds (Female Reader)

Detroit: Become Human

Connor RK800

Perfect or Human? (Gender Neutral Reader) *

Dollface

Wes Lucky (GN!Reader)

Dunkirk

Alex

Prepared to Wait (Female Reader)

  Collins

A Mutual Mourning (Female Reader)

Air To Breathe (Gender Neutral Reader/Trigger: PTSD and nightmares)

Casual Corrections (Male Reader/Soulmate AU/Trigger: PTSD) *

Culpability and Comfort (Gender Neutral Reader/Trigger: PTSD)

Only On This Day (Female Reader)

The Gift That Keeps On Giving (Female Reader)

The Support (Female Reader)

Collins x Farrier x Reader

Blame (Angst/Choose Your Own Ending/Gender Neutral Reader)

By The Beach (Gender Neutral Reader)

General

Gotta Get Back To Hogwarts (Harry Potter!AU/No Reader)

Help Is Here (Female Reader)*

George

A Matter of Doing Something (Gender Neutral Reader)

Peter Dawson

One Day (Female Reader/NSFW)

That Day (Can be read as a sequel to “One Day”/Female Reader) *

Tommy

Seek Them Out (Gender Neutral Reader/Soulmate AU)

HP (No longer taking requests)

Ginny x Luna

Christmas Tradition

King Knight

Thornton “Thorn” Adams

Full Moon (GN!Pregnant!Reader/ Mild Smut)

MCU (No longer taking requests)

Bucky Barnes

The Curious Incident Of The Assassin In The Lab (Gender Neutral Reader/Trigger: Mentions of relapse, implied panic attacks and PTSD and panic attack mention, inappropriate relationship between doctor and patient)

Steve Rogers

Trains and Training (Female Reader) *

Peter Parker

Worth It (Gender Neutral Reader/Soulmate AU)

Star Trek (AOS) (No longer taking requests)

Montgomery “Scotty” Scott

Personal Touches (Gender Neutral Reader) *

Pavel Chekov

Initials (Gender Neutral Reader/Soulmate AU) *

Turbolift (Gender Neutral Reader)

Star Wars (No longer taking requests)

Finn x Poe

After Work Hours

Rey

When Words Fail (Female Reader)

Suburban Gothic

Raymond Wadsworth

Safety First (Female Reader/Smut)

[imagining-in-the-margins]

CM/MGG Only One Bed Challenge

The following are prompts including the Only One Bed Trope!

This event is over (Masterlist of Fics here), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!

Open Prompts for the Challenge:

Character/Reader wakes up from a nightmare and the other comforts them.

Reader and Character hate each other, but the heater is broken and it’s freezing.

Reader is visiting Character, who insists they take Character‘s bed. Reader ends up with Character on the couch anyway.

Reader/Character can’t sleep, and discusses how they heard cuddling with a loved one can make it easier to fall asleep.

You just moved in with Character and you can’t put your bed together because it’s missing pieces. Character let’s you sleep with them.

Fake dating plan is almost thwarted by everyone expecting you to share a bed.

College!AU where you think you’re crawling into bed with your friend at a party but it’s actually/Character, the person you’ve been crushing on, who is too scared to kick you out.

Reader is a little tipsy/drunk. Character takes them to their apartment. Reader insists they sleep in the same bed.

Reader/Character is sick, and the other tries to take care of them. It works, but now the person is asleep on their lap and oh well I guess they’re stuck there.

Part of your bedtime routine surprises Character.

Someone keeps spouting random facts as you try to fall asleep.

“That’s it. I’m sleeping on the floor.”

Reader and Character are snowed in at a mutual friend's cabin because they got too drunk and stayed longer than they should have. The only problem is, there's only one tiny guest bedroom and they have to squeeze in together to stay warm.

Reader having to clean their sheets but their sheets aren't done by the time it's bed time. Character offers them their bed.

Reader and Character are camping, and one of their tents tears.

Anything else you can think of! Let me know if you have a request you'd like me to add to the list (or tag me in your fic of your original idea!)

Rules below the cut!

The fic can be a Reader insert, or a character/character ship. It can feature any Criminal Minds character or any character played by Matthew Gray Gubler (Chip, Raymond, Lesley, etc).

Tag me in the fic, or send it to me in a Direct Message. It can be already written, or you can write it just for the challenge - I'm collecting both! You can also tag it "#mentioningmargins" which is a tag I track.

The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I DO NOT WANT smut written by minors. Ever. At all. I will check. Platonic ships and pure, fluffy fics are 100% allowed.

Please include Content Warnings and a one-sentence Summary of the fic in your post.

Have fun!

*Also, side note: I am also considering collecting fics that feature the Anti-Only-One-Bed trope, which means that there actually are multiple beds, but the characters choose to stay in one (ex. my fic Astraphobia). If you have any of these, let me know!

[reidgraygubler]

not just a ghost hunter (raymond wadsworth/reader)

Title: Not Just A Ghost Hunter

Request: no

Pairing: Raymond/Gender-Neutral!Reader

Category: Fluff/Angst

Content Warning: seance, talks of demons and ghosts, swearing, bloody nose, mentions of dying and death, use of a Oujia board, mentions of the death of a parent

Word Count: 4,194

Summary: A ghost is haunting Reader’s home, so they get in contact with a close-by Ghost Hunter, Raymond Wadsworth. 

A/N: the final day of my 7days7fics!!! I had a lot of fun writing these this could be read as platonic, could be read as romantic, depends on how you want to read it :). Also I'm sorry if there’s ANY inaccuracies with this one, I just went off the knowledge that I knew… which is basically from buzzfeed unsolved… not a super trustworthy source… anyways… and lastly, my sister read this and she said she got spooked at some parts, so just… proceed with caution. thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

My house isn’t haunted. It can’t be haunted. Right? I mean, all my life I’ve lived in houses that were normal. I’ve never lived in a haunted house. And if they were, I’m sure I’d remember that. Though, I did have an imaginary friend when I was a kid, and now that I think about it, I don’t think it was imaginary.

So, if my house isn’t haunted, can someone tell me why my reflection wasn’t my reflection… And was instead the face of a little girl…? She was pale and translucent and looked… lost. 

She looked lost until she jumped at me, causing me to fall back in my chair.

“What the fuck!” I jumped off the ground and looked back at the mirror. The little girl was gone now, and I was left staring at my own reflection. It was like nothing happened. Everything was… normal. 

I was quick as I finished getting ready for the day, trying hard to ignore anything… out of the ordinary. But it felt so hard when the room went from comfortable temperature to freezing cold. A shiver went down my spine, causing me to squeal.  

My house seriously can’t be haunted…. I just moved in! Maybe that was why the house was for sale. The previous owners were sick and tired of a creepy little girl wreaking havoc in their lives. Aren’t realtors supposed to disclose whether a house is haunted or not? Or was that just a myth?

I did what any other sane person would do: I ignored my problems and hoped they would go away on their own. That’s the right thing to do, right? I mean, I’ve done it before and those issues went away. 

It was hard. At first, it was the lights flickering on and off, then came the clattering from the attic, then I would find the chairs in weird spots or pulled out from the table… And then what it was… was waking up with scratches on my arms, legs, and torso. That was what got me worried and scared. 

I decided to stop being a normal and sane person. I couldn’t live like that anymore. So, I called someone. I was half expecting them to laugh at me and hang up. But, instead, they were very understanding. 

“Ghost Hunting and Psychic Medium,” a woman spoke cooly into the phone. I pulled the blanket tighter around my body as I looked around my home.

“Yeah... Hey, hi, I was just wondering how much your services are?” my voice was soft as I spoke. It was hardly a whisper. I wasn’t afraid that the ghosts could hear me. I was… Yeah, no, I was afraid the ghost could hear me. 

“Well, that depends on what you’re looking for. If your house is haunted and you need help putting the ghost to rest. Or, if you want to reach out to a loved one…” she continued, her voice droning on as she talked. I wondered if she actually liked her job. 

“Uh… I think my house… is haunted.” I wrinkled my nose as I looked at the coffee table, watching as a magazine dragged off the edge of the table by seemingly nothing. “I definitely think my house is haunted,” I nodded and spoke quickly.

“Do you know by what?” 

“What? What the fuck does that even mean?” 

“What kind of spirit is it? Like, is it a poltergeist, because if it’s that we don’t do that. Is it a normal spirit? A ghost? Do you know what type of spirit? And have you seen any orbs?”

“What the fuck are you talking about? I just… I don’t know! I need help. That’s all. I just need help.” I spoke quickly, “The fucking magazine just fell off the table! I woke up with scratches on my body from nowhere! I just need help." 

“I’ll send Raymond to your place, right away. What’s your name and address?” she asked, her tone suddenly calming as she spoke. I took a deep breath before giving her my address. “He’ll be over when he’s done with this client.” 

“Thank you.”

“Oh! Real quick! Do you have any pets? Cats, dogs…?”

“No?” I raised an eyebrow, trying to not think about how weird of a question it was, “Is… Is that important?”

“Mmm, a little bit. Raymond will ask you more questions when he gets there. But, I can tell that you need our help with the urgency in your voice.” 

“Thanks, I… I think…” I furrowed my eyebrows as my eyes shifted across the room. 

“He should be over soon!” 

“Thanks, again,”  I swallowed roughly before hanging up the call. I held my phone in a tight grip as I stared at the front door, waiting for the bell to ring or there to be a knock with the knocker. 

‘Stupid old house,’ I thought to myself as I slowly nodded off.

However I wasn’t asleep for very long because 20 minutes later, there was a knock on the door, causing me to jump awake and fall to the ground. 

“Coming!” I shouted, pulling the blanket tighter around my body as I shuffled to the front door. 

When I unlocked the door and pulled it open, I was met with a tall, scrawny-looking guy who looked nothing like a ghost hunter or psychic or medium. He just looked like a normal-looking dude. 

“Are you…?” he asked my name, looking at me with a friendly smile on his lips. I stared at him and nodded, forgetting that I gave his secretary my name earlier. “Perfect! Nice meeting you, I’m Raymond Wadsworth,” he stuck a hand out with his introduction.

“It’s… It’s nice meeting you too,” I stared at him before stepping to the side, “Thanks for helping me, by the way. I just moved in and I swear my house isn’t haunted,” I lied as he entered my home. My lie was foiled as a loud clatter followed by a bang came from up the stairs. “That’s the cat,” I lied, again, although I wasn’t sure why I was lying to begin with. I’m the one who called for help. I think my nervousness is making me lie. I’m pretending that I don’t need help when I really do need it; it was just a defense mechanism. 

“You said you didn’t have a cat,” Raymond looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. I swallowed roughly before shrugging.

“I… I don’t,” I widened my eyes before stepping into my house a bit more. “Roommate?” I glanced over my shoulder and at Raymond. He didn’t seem too convinced by my lie. And to be honest, neither was I. “I thought I lived by myself,”

“When did you say this house was built?” he asked, looking around at the old crown molding before looking down at the original hardwood floors that creaked with every step.

“Uh… 1901… I think. I don’t remember. I just know it’s very old.” I stepped so I was beside him, making the floor creak with my step. Raymond jumped slightly at the sound, forcing me to hold back my snicker. 

“People definitely died in this house then.” Swallowing roughly, he looked towards the staircase. Another clattering came from somewhere upstairs, causing me to jump behind him. It wasn’t like that’d do much help, honestly. I mean, standing behind a ghost hunter… while we’re both looking for ghosts… doesn’t really make sense. 

“Sorry,” I looked over at him as I felt the terror grow in my stomach, “I can’t move out either… I just moved here two months ago…” I spoke as I gave him the tour of my haunted house. I really wished I didn’t move into a haunted house. 

“You definitely do have some angry spirits here,” he looked around my home. I froze as we walked through a cold spot. “Dining room?” he looked over at me. I swallowed roughly and nodded before taking the lead back to the dining room. 

“Do you need anything? Like, uh, water? I don’t know. I’ve never thought I needed to do this before,” I looked up at him as he placed his bag on the table.

“Do you have any offerings to give the spirit?” Raymond asked as I sat across from at the table. I looked at him as my hands folded on the tabletop. 

“Uh… Er… An offering? I thought you were the ghost hunter here! Not me!” I watched as he set up a Ouija board and candles. 

“Not a ghost hunter,” he looked up from the candles as he lit them. I furrowed my eyebrows before standing back up. “Do you have anything?” he didn’t exactly clarify what sort of offering I would need. So, I went in blind.

“Yeah, yeah, let me… Let me check,” I tapped my fingers on the table before walking away. I slowly walked back to the kitchen, my phone flashlight safely guiding the way in the dark, spooky halls and rooms of my home.

“Stupid offering,” I scoffed, rummaging through the cabinets for something, anything that would work as some sort of “offering” for this stupid ass ghost. 

It was near impossible to find anything for this ghost. Granted, my food situation was a little on the lower side, seeing as I needed to grocery shop. Maybe this dumb thing would like.…

“Rice Krispies!” I exclaimed as I spotted the blue boxed cereal treat. I grabbed a few Rice Krispies before running back to the dining  room. But, before I made it, I seemingly tripped over nothing. 

“Fuck!” I shouted, landing hard face-first into the floor. My hand found its way to my nose, feeling blood trickling down my lips. “Shit, shit shit,” I muttered as I scrambled to my feet. 

“Did you find something?” Raymond looked back at me. I smiled, ignoring the blood coming from my nose, as I held up the 3 Rice Krispie treats I had. “What happened to your nose?” his shoulders dropped and worry took over his face as he looked at me.

“Oh! Uh, I tripped over the rug,” I lied, looking at him as I approached the table. I have one rug in the whole house, and it’s in the dining room. It was obvious that I had lied. He’s picked up on my lies covering for my fears.“I have… I have Rice Krispies! Will these work?” I looked down at the snack before placing them on the table.

“No-Well, yeah, they’ll work,” he shook his head as he picked up the treats. I nodded before rushing back to the kitchen, grabbing paper towels to hold to my nose. I returned to the dining room to find Raymond sitting at the table. The candles he had set up on either side of the Ouija board were lit, and the lights were turned off. 

“Do you do this with your girlfriend?” I laughed, looking at him as I slowly approached the table. Raymond looked up from his book and right at me. 

“I… I don’t have a girlfriend,” he furrowed his eyebrows. I swallowed roughly before sitting across from him. “Now, we have to summon the spirit,” he looked at me, watching as I nervously tugged my finger tips. 

“You… You want to summon the spirit… H-here? Are you sure that’s a good idea,” I could feel my body shaking with fear with his words. I was already dreading this. But I knew something had to happen because I couldn’t live in a haunted house. Something had to go, and it wasn’t going to be me. 

“We need to figure out why it’s here, where it came from, what it wants, and how to get it to leave.” Raymond looked at me as he placed his hands, face up, on the table. I stared at them for a moment before carefully resting my fingertips in his hands. 

“Are… Are you sure you need me for this? I could wait outside if you don’t really need me,” I stared at him. The way the small flames glowed off his face only mildly scared me. The intensity of his eyes told me I should stay here. “Okay, I’ll stay,” I whispered. 

Raymond started talking, bringing the ghost to the dining room with us instead of where it lived upstairs. I jumped out of my skin the second a loud bang came from my room. Raymond looked back at me, his grip around my hands tightening slightly. I couldn't tell if he was doing it to keep me still, or he was doing it to reassure me. I hoped for the latter. 

“Everything will be okay. I’m scared too,” he whispered as he looked at me. I swallowed roughly and nodded. 

“Don’t you do this for a living? And you’re scared?” 

“Everytime I do this, I’m scared. Because, if it’s a vengeful spirit… I’m fucked. I just started this business with my partner last year. I’m in no way equipped to deal with a vengeful spirit or poltergeist. I just do pissed off ghosts who need help crossing over.” The way he spoke was almost sad. I couldn't exactly put my tongue on it, but there was a certain sadness in his words. “They get a little lost and get stuck in the homes of their former lives.”

“That’s… That's really sad actually,” I whispered, looking down at the Ouija board in front of me. “Don’t make me feel bad for ghosts. This thing has been tormenting me since I’ve moved here.” I looked back at Raymond and scolded. He only smiled and shrugged.

“Ready?” he asked as he removed his hands from mine and placed them on the planchette. I swallowed roughly, resting my fingers opposite his. “Are you here?” his voice was low as he looked down at the tiny window on the board. 

I watched as the planchette moved across the board, slowly moving towards ‘Yes’. My heart was in my throat as I stared at the yes. I had to convince myself that this was real, and it wasn’t just Raymond messing with me. I mean, this whole thing could be a total scam and this guy I invited over is a total scam artist. 

“Can you tell us your name?” Raymond asked, causing me to look up at him. He had a crease in his brow as he looked down at the board. 

I looked back down at the board as my hands were moving with the planchette. It moved between letters, giving us the name Marjorie. 

“That… that’s the name of the little girl I dream about,” I looked up at Raymond. He looked back at me with a raised eyebrow. “I only have dreams about every so often, like once a week.” 

“She must be trying to get a message to you,” he looked back down at the board.

“Hello Marjorie, I’m Raymond,” he introduced himself to the spirit that was with us. “Can you tell us how old you are, Marjorie?”

My eyes dropped back down to the board, watching the planchette move to the number 1 twice. 

“She was 11 when she died,” I whispered, staring at where our hands sat. My heart slowed as I stared. Swallowing roughly, I looked back up at him. “She’s just lost…” I blinked as my eyes began welling up. 

“We’re here to help her,” Raymond reminded me. I nodded, feeling as a tear rolled down my cheek. “Marjorie, are you lost? Do you need help finding your way home?” 

I was too distracted to see the answer. And the reason why I was distracted was because there was a laughter of a little girl coming from behind me. 

“R-raymond,” my voice shook as my body froze. Raymond slowly looked up from the board and right behind me. “Please tell me you heard that too,”

“I need you to stay very still,” he whispered before he stood up. I watched as he walked beside me and knelt to the ground. “You must be Marjorie,” he looked behind me as he spoke. 

“C-can I move?” I asked, swallowing roughly. And, before he even got the chance to answer, the candles were blown out and the room got very cold. 

“Fuck,” Raymond muttered as he stood up straight. I looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Fuck as in “fuck she’s gone for good” or Fuck as in “Fuck she's fucking gone”? Because I don’t like the way you said that,” 

“The latter,” he paused when more clatter came from upstairs. I swallowed roughly before turning in my chair to look at the stairs. “She must’ve gone up there. I’m willing to bet her bedroom is your current room,” he looked down at me. 

“I-I’m guessing you want us to… go up there?” I stared at him. He dropped his head before nodding. I looked back at the table, looking at the Ouija board.

“I’m never sleeping ever again,” I muttered as I stood.

“It’ll be that way for a long time. But then someday you’ll have the best rest of your life, and you won’t even realize it,” he looked down at me. “Trust me, I speak from experience.” 

“I mean, I suppose I have to trust you. I’m paying for you to get rid of this ghost… Which I feel bad about now… Now that I know it’s a little girl,” I sighed as I slumped my shoulders.

“C’mon, we should go see if she’s up there,” Raymond nodded, taking the lead from me and brought us towards the stairs. And just as we made it to the top of the stairs, his hand brushed with mine. I looked over at him with wide eyes. “You don’t have to hold my hand… I’m not that scared,” I laughed as his fingers interlocked with mine. 

“I don’t know how to tell you this…” his voice was low, and he audibly swallowed. 

“Tell me what?” I shivered as a cool shock went down my spine.

“I’m… I’m not holding your hand,” he looked over at me as he slowly lifted his hands. Swallowing roughly, I very slowly looked down at the space between Raymond and I. The ghostly figure of Marjorie standing between us, her hand encased with mine. 

“Fuck!” Raymond and I both screamed at the same time before we both ran towards my bedroom. I slammed the door shut before locking it and pressing my back to it.

“Offering!” Raymond looked at me with wide eyes. I stared at him, feeling my heart jump to my throat from the fear. 

“I-I gave you something,” I stuttered over my words as I vaguely gestured towards the kitchen. 

“Do you have, like, something important to you?” he placed his hands on my shoulders. I swallowed roughly as I looked around my room. A tattered stuffed rabbit sat on my bed. It was something I’ve had since I was little. My dad had given it to me for my 11th birthday. It was the last birthday I had with him before he died. “Something that isn’t a lunch snack.”

“Why do you need something important?” whispering as I asked. My eyes went back to him.

“Marjorie is lost. She’s a disturbed spirit in your home and she needs help crossing over. Giving her something of great importance will help her cross over,” he explained as he kept his eyes on me. I swallowed roughly before nodding.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll have to look." I stepped away from him as I went deeper into my room. 

“Okay, I need… a mirror,” he turned as he watched me look in my closet. I turned to look at him, my eyebrows raising in confusion. 

“A mirror?” 

 “I need to leave a simple message for her to figure out what she wants or needs. She can give us a message to help us… help her,” he looked over at the mirror by my dresser. My raised eyebrows slowly became furrowed the longer I stared at him. 

“A message?” 

“That’s what I said,” he looked over at me as he went up to the mirror. “Stay here, keep looking for that offering. I’ll be right back,” he pointed at me before exiting my room. 

I was going to have to  pretend that I didn’t have anything of great importance. I wasn’t willing to give up that stuffed rabbit. Not now, not ever. Marjorie was going to have to want something else.  Or she was going to have to become like Casper the Friendly Ghost if she was going to stay here longer. 

The door opened and closed with a soft slam.

“Hey, I have… this,” I held up a book that I got a few years ago from an old friend. It had no real importance to me anymore, but what Raymond and Marjorie won’t know won’t hurt them…. 

I turned around to show Raymond the object, my eyes looking at the cover of the book. When I looked up, I didn’t see Raymond. It was Marjorie that I saw. 

“H-hi Marjorie,” I whispered, lowering the book. She stared at me as she slowly lifted her finger, pointing right at me. “R-Raymond!” I shouted, taking a step back. Marjorie copied my step, except she moved closer to me. “Raymond!” I shouted again, this time a little bit louder. 

Raymond came crashing into the bedroom, looking at me with panic on his face. 

“Oh, I-I see,” he caught himself before he could crash into me or Marjorie. He looked between me and the ghost as he slowly walked towards us. Marjorie’s head turned, her body staying put, to face Raymond before screaming and vanishing. 

“Something tells me this book won’t work,” I lifted the book back up and looked at it. I wrinkled my nose as I looked back at Raymond. He was looking at me, watching me carefully. 

“Do you have anything else? Something more important to you, maybe?” Raymond stepped up to me, his arm extending out to take the book from me. I looked at the book before looking over at the stuffed rabbit. 

“Y-yeah, I do…” I sighed deeply, my shoulders slumping as I walked over to the rabbit. I picked it up and looked down at it. “It’ll be gone forever if I give it to her,” I pushed the ears back before resting my hand on its stomach.

Raymond looked at me, a certain sorrow on his face. “It’s the only way,” he whispered softly. I looked up at him and sighed deeply. 

“How do you know?” 

“When I went down stairs… On the bathroom mirror, she had written stuffed animal,” he stepped up to me, looking down at the rabbit in my hand, “She must’ve left hers behind… and she can’t leave without it,” 

“I…” I stopped, cutting myself off with a deep sigh, “I guess… I guess if it’ll help her, she can… she can have it,” I swallowed roughly and looked back up at Raymond. 

“I’m sorry it has to be this way.” 

I shrugged before looking at the rabbit. “She can have it,” my voice cracked. I wiped my cheek on my shoulder and shook my head. 

“Come on, the quicker we give this to Marjorie, the quicker you can have your home back,” he looked at me with sad eyes. I looked up at him and nodded. Raymond took the lead back down to the dining room, his set up with the ouija board cleaned up and my room was back to normal. 

“Do I just-” I stopped talking when the little girl appeared beside Raymond and I. I looked down at her, watching as she was looking between me and the tattered bear in my hands. 

“She’s waiting for you,” Raymond nodded at the bear. I swallowed roughly before lowering to the ground. 

“H-hi Marjorie,” I smiled at her before holding up the rabbit, “This… This rabbit is super important to me… You take care of him… O-okay?” I held the rabbit closer to her and blinked. 

Marjorie looked at me and nodded lightly before grabbing the rabbit from my hands. I smiled softly as she cuddled the rabbit before vanishing on last time. With a deep sigh, I stood up and looked at Raymond.

“Thank you so much for your services, Raymond,” I smiled sadly at him and nodded, “I’ll uh… You’ll send me a bill?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Raymond smiled and shook his head. “Happy to help you get rid of your problem,” he spoke as he collected his belongings. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, really… It’s no problem,” he held his bag over his shoulder, “Hope you finally get a good night’s rest,” he smiled before leaving. I smiled, standing alone in the dark dining room. It took me a long time before I finally moved to get ready for bed. But, when I did get to bed, it was the best night of sleep I’ve had in a very long time.

And, when I woke up the next morning, sitting at the foot of my bed was the rabbit I had given Marjorie the night before.

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1.2k Follower Celebration!

Hi friends! I’m getting close to my next mile stone (1.2k!!) and I wanted to do something to celebrate since I didn’t do anything for 1k! So, I decided to do some exciting, and to keep my busy lmao. I’m going to write and post 7 fics over 7 days! I stole this idea from @writing-in-april​ (go check her out bc she is an amazing writer!). This will take place the week of the 21st-27th, and hopefully everything will be posted noon central standard time! In the undercut is the schedule, along with the characters and summaries! I’m super excited for what I have and can’t wait to post everything! But more importantly!!! Thank you so much for following me and sticking with me! I appreciate and love all of you!!!

1. Make You Mine (Spencer) (Fluff) (3/21/21)

Spencer wants to ask Reader out, but is too nervous. So he goes to the one person he knows can help, Reader, who is too oblivious to know that they’re the one he wants to ask out.

2. Going in Blind (Fluff)(Luke Alvez)(3/22/21)

Penelope sets Luke up on a blind date with one of her friends… What could possibly go wrong…?

3. Bowling Shoes (Smut)(Franklin)(3/23/21)

Reader is new in town and works at her grandfather’s bowling alley, where some people spend late nights practicing for the town-wide bowling competition.

4. Play Date (Fluff)(Jennifer Jareau)(3/24/21)

JJ brings her kids to the park where she meets Reader, who brought her kids to play. The pair’s kids become fast friends, as for Reader and JJ? That’s a whole different story.

5. Out of The Ordinary (Angst/Smut)(Chip Taylor)(3/25/21)

Reader works at a hotel where she sees a lot of things out of the ordinary… Including a man running across the parking lot wearing nothing but a small towel around his waist. If only she knew her day was about to get weirder.

6. Secrets Don’t Make Friends (Fluff)(Emily Prentiss)(3/26/21)

Reader and Emily have been in a secret relationship for several months. 

7. Not Just A Ghost Hunter (Fluff/Angst)(Raymond Wadsworth)(3/27/21)

A ghost is haunting Reader’s home, so they get in contact with a close-by Ghost Hunter, Raymond’s Wadsworth.

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Requests are open. I write for a myriad of different characters so feel free to request anyone you'd like to see! I do not write real person fics only for characters that actors and actresses portray. I write NSFW, if you are under 18 please don't read them and also do not interact with this blog. I do x female x male and x gender neutral readers so feel free to request any of them! I prefer to make most of my fluff gender neutral if possible for the story arc so we can all enjoy it together! When submitting a request please don’t be overly vague otherwise I will reject without a response. Please don't give me a duplicate request unless stated before hand, it can be quite obvious if you do us writers talk to each other! Also I reserve the right to reject any request- sometimes they just don’t inspire me. I will almost always respond if I reject a request unless it doesn’t fall under my guidelines. I also take some time to finish requests as I am very busy in my day to day life.

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Actors/Actresses I write for/want to write for:(based off of the works I’ve published, list will expand as I write more)

1) Matthew Gray Gubler: Spencer Reid, Franklin (Beginner’s luck), Raymond Wadsworth (Suburban Gothic), Chip Taylor (68 Kill)

2) Oscar Isaac: Poe Dameron, Santiago ‘pope’ Garcia (Triple Frontier), Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina), Blue Jones (Sucker Punch), Laurent (In secret), Llewyn Davis (Inside Llewyn Davis)

3) Pedro Pascal: Din Darin (The Mandalorian), Javier Peña (Narcos), Frankie Morales (Triple Frontier), Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones), Ezra (Prospect), Pero Tovar (The Great Wall)

4) Tom Holland: Arvin Russell (The Devil All the Time)

Ships I will not write for:

MGG:

Spencer Reid: Moreid (blocked tag), Heid, Jeid, Spencer x Maeve, Spencer x Penelope

Oscar Isaac:

Poe Dameron: Rey x Poe (for some reason the ship name escapes me)

Pedro Pascal:

Din Djarin: Din x Cara

Hard NOs ⚠️ (this is subject to change)

Domestic Violence (specifically enacted on the reader)

Non-con (I will write consensual non con or dub con)

Extreme Food play (If you want an example on my limits for writing this kink read Georgia Peach- I won’t write food more extreme than this)

Stalker fics

Yandere

Soulmate AUs (Sorry guys it’s not me thing)

Any bodily fluid play besides spit and cum (some blood is fine but only a little- read Helping Hands if you want to get a good idea on my limits for it)

that’s it for now but I’m sure I’ll expand the list