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guys, i'm trying to start journaling i have a book coming tomorrow, this is the vision for a few pages.
i'm gonna write abt life and also book reviews because i need to get back into reading i've been in such a slump 💔
i already have like pens and stuff cuz i love colouring books, and i have stickers, thinking of ordering some washi tape. only thing im missing is a printer, because all mini printers WITH COLOUR are like £75+ ..
anyway, just thought i'd update u guys and tell somebody cuz im excited !!!
(photos not mine, all from pint.)
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i never saw this reblog omg i forget how good this song is 💗
i will be rewriting this fic with spencer when i have the motivation 🤞🤞
PAIRING — cc!wilbur x reader
SUMMARY — the small things are the sweetest
NOTES — fluff fluff fluff, SHORT drabble
EXTRA — inspired by strawberry mentos by leanna firestone !!!!
It never took you long to notice the things Will did to make you smile. Like how he would add an extra spoon of sugar into your drink, or how he'd point out any cats for you to look at, or even how he'd put the blanket on the radiator so it was warm by the time you got into bed. The small things like that.
That being said, it didn't take you long to notice how he picked up a packet of strawberry mentos, after you'd mentioned they were your favourite. He never looked at you for praise after he did it, no, it was more like he didn't have to think twice before doing it. Like a reflex, something he did without even knowing.
It always put a little smile on your face, but something that you didn't expect, was tasting the sweetness of the pink mentos when he kissed you before you left the house.
"Strawberry mentos.." You whispered, tracing his lips with your thumb. He seemed confused for a split second, before he smiled and kissed you again. He placed his lips against yours, and you once again tasted the strawberry mentos you loved so much.
"Just for you," He smirked, kissing the corner of your lips, before leading you out the house.
He was so sweet, you were sure you'd have to go to the dentist later, but it was all worth it to see the proud little smile on his face.
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Hypothetically
Chronically single, you suggest a pact with your best friend to start a family together when you turn forty.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x bau fem reader
Category: fluff/comfort
Warnings: marriage and baby talk, reader is insecure because she feels left out
A/n: This is my entry for the kid fic challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins! This was like a breath of fresh air from all the smut I’ve been writing
"Do you want to have a baby with me?"
The scalding coffee burned his tongue as your question lingered in the air. Spencer cleared his throat awkwardly and patted his chest, his eyes drifting towards you. "Uh... what?"
"Hypothetically," you replied, the tap of your pen echoing against the round table between you. "It's like a pact. If we're both still single in the future, we get married to one another and, well, start a family together."
Spencer felt the clamminess of his palms as he set his mug down, trying to steady himself. He considered you as one of the closest people in his life, if not his best friend, and he was accustomed to your random questions, but this sudden topic of conversation seemed to strike a nerve.
"Where..." he began, wiping his palm along his pants. "...where is this coming from?"
You shrugged casually, the tapping of your pen momentarily ceasing. "Just a thought. I mean, we're both at that age where these things start to cross our minds, right?"
Spencer swallowed, trying to push down the unease rising in his chest. "Yeah, I guess so," he muttered, but as he studied you, he noticed the tension in your shoulders. "Are you okay?"
Your gaze flickered away for a moment before you sighed, slumping against your chair.
"I have a wedding coming up this weekend." Spencer frowned, not understanding what you were trying to say. You continued, "And another one next week, and guess what? Two of my cousins are getting married next month."
"What does that have to do with...?" His voice trailed off as realization dawned on him. "Ah, I see."
But you weren't finished. Somehow, the thoughts that had lingered in your mind for the past few days spilled out right then and there, in the middle of broad daylight when you were supposed to be focusing on the case you were working on.
"And a close friend I went to high school with just gave birth while another friend from college announced she's two months pregnant. And look at me," you exclaimed, your arms flying around. "No wedding. No pregnancy. Spencer, I don't even have a boyfriend, heck, I forgot what it's like to go out on a date!"
He watched as your brow furrowed into a frown, and although your demeanor was all over the place, he couldn't help but notice how you still managed to look pretty.
"Spence?" You asked, nudging his leg with your foot under the table. "Are you listening to me?"
He blinked, momentarily pulled from his thoughts by your voice. "Sorry," he replied. "I'm listening."
You gave him a skeptical look, but the tension in your shoulders seemed to ease slightly as you leaned back in your chair.
"I just... I don't know, I feel like I'm left behind." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I mean, I'm happy for my friends and all, but sometimes it feels like everyone's moving forward but me. Like I'm stuck in this... this rut."
Spencer wasn't sure how to respond. On one hand, he knew how it felt to want something that seemed out of reach, but on the other hand, he felt like it wasn't his place to offer advice when he wasn't even sure what the future held for him.
"I get it," he finally said, trying to gather his thoughts. The least he could do was try to offer some comfort. "But just because you haven't reached those milestones yet doesn't mean you won't get there eventually."
"But what if it doesn't happen? What if I'm still all alone and nobody loves me when I'm gray and old?"
He frowned at you. "I'd still love you when you're gray and old."
"Platonically. You love me as much as you love JJ. Or Emily. Or Penny, or even Morgan." You leaned over the table. "I want to be loved passionately by someone who is head over heels for me, who can't imagine a life without me. I want to feel that kind of happiness."
His frown deepened. "I don't think you should find happiness in another person."
"You're missing the point," you groaned, crossing your arms. "I'm not saying I want to depend on someone else for my happiness. But is it too much to ask for someone to share it with? To feel like I'm someone's everything and not just another friend in the group?"
His expression softened as he listened, a sense of familiarity washing over him. He remembered feeling the same thing once, or maybe more than once; he wasn't sure. He had lost count of the times he felt his life was falling short.
But he realized the more he thought about the why—why was he so different? why couldn't he find love?—the more he felt worthless, and he hated that. So what was the best thing he did to ignore those thoughts?
Bury himself in work, because to him, pushing those feelings aside was easier than confronting them. But now, as he looked at you, it felt like he was seeing his own reflection and your words hit him harder than he expected.
"No," he quietly agreed. "It's not too much to ask for."
"I guess what I'm trying to say is... I'm tired of waiting for life to happen to me." Your gaze slowly met his. "So I came up with a plan."
His throat felt dry as he recalled how this conversation started in the first place. "The... baby plan?"
You nodded enthusiastically, sliding into the seat next to him.
"Think about it. If we're both still single when we're..." You paused, furrowing your brow as you did a quick calculation. "Forty? Yeah, let's say we're both still single when we're forty, with no partners, or like, no friends with benefits?"
You shook your head.
“Just... with no one in our lives—we get married. You and me."
He blinked, trying to process your proposal. It was unexpected, to say the least, but there was a strange logic to it that he couldn't quite shake. The idea of marrying his best friend as a backup plan was both absurd and oddly comforting.
"But what about... love?" he asked cautiously. "Wasn't that what you wanted?"
You paused, considering his question before responding. "I mean, I don't think it's impossible," you said, leaning back in your seat. "Haven't you ever heard of the saying, 'Marry your best friend'?"
His gaze lingered on you, his heart beating hard against his chest. "You're saying that we can fall in love?"
Your eyes met his, and a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Who knows?" you replied softly. "Stranger things have happened."
Spencer shouldn't entertain the possibility. After all, who knew what could happen in the future? It seemed like an absurd thought, but as he stared at you, it was hard not to imagine a life with you as his wife.
He imagined you in a white dress, walking down the aisle towards him with a radiant smile on your face. He pictured you both in the house you had just bought, dancing joyfully around the empty rooms as you unpacked boxes together.
Then thoughts of you being pregnant with his child—or maybe even children—filled his mind, and he envisioned a future where your kids would run around in the backyard with a pet dog trailing behind.
And then he considered the prospect of growing old with you, watching as your children eventually started families of their own while you found comfort in each other's company. All of these possibilities didn't seem so bad, because if anyone could understand him on a deep level, it was definitely you.
Maybe this crazy plan of yours wasn't so crazy after all.
"I... I guess it's not impossible," he finally admitted. Then, not wanting to seem too eager, he added, "Hypothetically speaking."
"Of course," you replied with a smile. "Hypothetically speaking."
Suddenly feeling flustered by your gaze, Spencer looked away and focused on his coffee, bringing the mug to his lips. Then you heard laughter and footsteps drawing closer, and soon Derek and Emily entered the room. Their eyes immediately landed on the two of you, sitting closely together at the table.
"What are you children whispering about?" Derek's voice interrupted, his eyebrows raised curiously as he glanced between you.
You didn't miss a beat. “Spencer and I are having a baby together."
Spencer choked on his coffee, his eyes widening in shock as he coughed and sputtered. You quickly moved to pat his back.
"Well, we're gonna get married first, right, Spence?" you added with a grin, glancing at him expectantly.
Spencer finally managed to regain his composure, clearing his throat awkwardly as he shot you a sideways glance. "Um, yeah, of course," he stammered, his cheeks still tinged with embarrassment. "Hypothetically."
Derek and Emily exchanged bemused glances, a silent conversation passing between them. Emily's curiosity seemed to win out as she lifted a hand, turning her attention back to you. "Care to explain?"
"We were discussing our backup plan."
"Backup plan?" Derek echoed.
"Yeah," you replied with a nod. "In case neither of us finds the right person by the time we're, oh, I don't know, forty or so, we figured we'd marry each other and start a family."
Derek placed a hand over his chest, feigning hurt. "And you chose Pretty Boy over me?"
"I'm not going to compete with all your lady friends," you shot back, rising from your seat. "Come on, Spence, let's grab some lunch and brainstorm baby names."
He stood up, giving you a pointed look.
"Or do you want to discuss how we'd make those babies in the future?"
"Well, I was thinking of Amelia if it's a girl..."
You grinned, linking your arm through his before guiding him towards the door. Derek and Emily observed the natural closeness between you two, how you were practically clinging to him and how he seemed to be comfortable with it.
Derek turned to Emily as you disappeared down the hallway. "Do you think they'd actually get married when they hit forty?"
Emily shook her head. "Nope," she replied confidently. "I give it a year until he's already down on one knee."
He laughed, nodding in agreement. With the way Spencer's gaze lingered on you with unmistakable affection, it seemed like it was only a matter of time.
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hyperfixating so bad i'm constantly thinking about the actor's most minor roles in their entire filmography
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he was actually fucking insane for this,,,THE HAIR. THE TONGUE. THE SMILE. goodfuckingbye.
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y'all wanna call him daddy and want him to wreck you as if he wouldn't be the one under you whining, crying and calling YOU daddy ???
literally just look at him ?????
like every season reid wants to be wrecked actually + no season reid will wreck u btw
erm idk if this counts as a photo dump so no tags 😓
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my wilbur fics will not be updated or be getting a part 2 anytime soon. i don't support him and if your support him i recommend you get off my page !
supporting shelby and any other victims of his abuse always 🫶🏻🎀
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i love nerds.
the way they speak so passionately about topics that interest them. their hands flying around in the air as they explain with such intent and love. when they all get shy and flustered, face flushed pink after given a complements.
the way their glasses get all foggy and their eyes go so hazy after making out. how breathy and whiny they become after just a few kisses. heart practically beating out of their chest at the sight of you in their lap, kissing down their neck.
the way their hands grasp onto any part of you as you start to pull away. staring into their eyes, fingers running through their hair while they plead and beg for something more. anything more than just the sweet kisses your leaving on their face.
it's so adorable. i love nerds.
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heyy! u was wondering if i could add your neck biting wilbur fic to me red list??
i don't know what that means but sure i guess 🤗
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fame dr idea:
shane dawson KNOWS you shifted and tries to make conspiracies about it but he literally can’t convince anyone else.
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Hey, you keep on mentioning you don't know how tumblr works. I'd be perfectly happy to lie to you if you want to know more!
ok whats the funniest lie you have about how tumblr works
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OMG YESSS 🙌🙌🙌
spence is a sub and nobody’s changing my mind
#subspencenationrise
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YESSS
bitches fr be like early seasons spencer’s a sub middle seasons a switch and later seasons a dom…..NUH UH…..that mans been a sub before during and AFTER prison and he stays a sub early middle and later seasons
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guys i've been logged out my tiktok and i can't get back in pls help WTF DO I DO 💔💔💔
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no i fr haven't written on wattpad in like a good month or two, i need get back on it 😞
also i LOVE FIREWORKS 🤗🤗 a bit loud but they're so cutesie
What's your Wattpad book...? Or your profile? I kinda really want to read your book...
my profile is lovecityy !! i think ur in abt the dadbur coded book which is called sweet creature ^_^
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What's your Wattpad book...? Or your profile? I kinda really want to read your book...
my profile is lovecityy !! i think ur in abt the dadbur coded book which is called sweet creature ^_^
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Cowboy Wilbur Appreciation Post
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