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spring cleaning.
sherlock holmes x fem!reader
summary: your annoying, yet admittedly hot, neighbor drops by unannounced while you're busy cleaning. Things get a little, heavy?
WARNINGS: sherlock being sarcastic as ever, suggestive flirting, implied smut ig?
wc: 762
The only sound in your flat is the loud whirring of the hoover. It's so loud that you didn't hear the door open.
You had decided to do some deep cleaning today. So far, you've swept, washed dishes, done the laundry, and cleaned the toilet. You still need to mop, organize, and clean the oven. At least you have nothing else to do today.
You power off the hoover and hear clanging coming from the kitchen. You turn to see your neighbor Sherlock Holmes standing in your kitchen, rummaging through the fridge.
"Excuse me?" you exclaim.
"What?" He looks at you with a genuine confused expression.
"Don't you know you're supposed to knock before you enter someone's home? Or do you just not care?"
"The latter." He says with his head buried inside the refrigerator.
"I assumed."
Classic Sherlock. It's his world and we're all just living in it. You normally wouldn't care actually. It's just today your flat is a disaster, and you're still in your pajamas, which is just a camisole and your underpants.
"What are you looking for?"
"Baking soda." he replies.
"And why do you need baking soda?" you're sure you already know the answer.
"An experiment."
Of course.
"Okay..." your voice trails off, you're a bit concerned because you can never know what to expect with Sherlock. He could explode the entire building and you and Mrs. Hudson along with it.
"You should really dust over here." He slides his finger across the top of the cabinet, and then rubs his index and middle together to remove the dust from them.
"I'm working on it. I can neither see nor reach up there, so I forget about it." you sigh.
"I'll do it for you, if you want." he turns to look at you.
"And why would you help me? Sherlock being nice isn't something you see every day."
"Because I'm attracted to you, and we're more inclined to do things for people we're attracted to."
You can't help but blush. You've had an interest in him for a while now. He's not charming in the traditional sense, but that's exactly why you like him. He tells things as they are.
"The duster's in the cabinet under the sink, thank you." God, you hate how flustered he makes you. It's embarrassing.
He notices that you're blushing and smirks. He knows how you feel about him. He deduced it weeks ago, after noticing your body language changing slightly. Pupils dilated when he got close, cheeks slightly pinker, you started wearing more makeup as well. The nail in the coffin, however, was when he brushed your thigh slightly with his fingers, and he saw your whole body tense up and your cheeks redden.
You'll admit, you do think of him as more than a friend. You're worried he's caught on. Has he noticed how you stare at his lips for a second too long, or how you can barely look at him without blushing when he wears that godforsaken purple shirt, or how you focus on his hands and fingers when he plays his violin?
"And by the way, I 'm aware of your feelings for me. Very aware." You know that he's looking at you, but you can't muster the courage to reach his gaze.
"Sherlock, I don't know what you're talking about." you scoff.
He slowly walks over to you, eyes locked on your figure.
He's analyzing you, something he does often, to everyone. But right now, you are more aware than ever. It feels as if he's looking into your soul.
"At first I wasn't so sure. It didn't seem possible. But the closer I watched, there was no denying it. You hid it quite well, I will admit." He's only inches away from you now. You feel so hot and honestly a little out of breath.
He reaches out to grab your wrist, you flinch but his grip is strong.
"Quickened pulse, reddened cheeks, dilated pupils. All signs of arousal and attraction. Or maybe you're just embarrassed, considering the lack of clothing on your lower half."
"I am... just embarrassed, that's all. May I go get dressed?"
"What's the point in that when we both know your clothes will be off soon after?" he says with a smirk.
You almost gasp at the boldness of his words. You feel like you could melt into the floor. This man really has you in the palm of his hand and he hasn't even touched you yet.
"Well then, I suppose you're right."
"When am I not?" he grins.
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I'm not british so I'm sorry if I used the wrong words LMAO.
#fanfic writing#fanfiction#sherlock bbc#sherlock x reader#sherlock holmes#bbc sherlock#sherlock x fem!reader
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how is it still january? every day I wake up and it's still january ... make it stop
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hannibal nbc is basically just dr lecter having his first teenage girl crush at age 45
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can someone please make a hannigram edit to decode by paramore. I think it might send me into cardiac arrest but it needs to be done
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jingle bells.
spencer reid x fem!reader
summary: spencer gets a little too tipsy at the office christmas party.
WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, language, spencer being a dork
fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers
I know christmas has been over, I just felt inspired.
wc: 1.4k
You've always loved Christmas. It wasn't the holiday itself; it was how it brought people together. Everything just feels so cozy and bright. So when Penelope asked you to help her decorate for the party, you were more than happy to do so.
Although your job can be very depressing at times, the office environment is truly amazing. Everyone is so kind. You couldn't ask for better coworkers. However, there's one fellow profiler you've grown rather close with these past few months.
Spencer Reid was one of the first people you became friends with at the BAU, other than Penelope of course. He's such a good friend, and always seems to be genuinely interested in what you have to say. He notices the little things, like when you were always complaining about your feet being cold, so he bought you fuzzy socks. Or when he overheard you talking to Emily about how badly you wanted this decorative plate set for your new apartment, and he got it for you for your birthday. He's truly the best friend a girl could ever ask for. But recently you've been wondering if it's only platonic love that you feel. Could it be more than friendship? You find yourself putting extra effort into your appearance, but you just chalk it up to wanting to better yourself. You have also noticed how when you shop, you choose clothes you think he might like.
Sometimes you catch yourself wondering if he feels the same way. Does he lie in bed at night thinking of your voice and laughter the way you think of him? Does he get flustered when your knees brush together during debriefs? Does he get that fluttery feeling in his stomach when you lock eyes from across the room?
Now that you're thinking about it, you really fucking like him. You feel like a teenager with a schoolgirl crush. God, how could you let this happen? You know that co-worker relationships rarely work out. But you're an adult, you can be mature about it, right?
You snap out of your daydream and realize its already 6:00. The party starts in an hour, and you only have a quarter of what you need to do done.
"Hey Penelope, think we could get some Christmas music going? I work faster with music playing!"
"It's like you read my mind y/n!"
The sound of bells fills the room and suddenly you find yourself feeling very festive. You hear Penelope humming along.
You work quickly to get the last of the lights and tinsel strung up. You wish it could look like this year-round. You check your watch. 6:53. Everyone should be arriving soon.
You hear the elevator ding and see Derek walk out with a plate full of what is most definitely store-bought cookies.
"Wow, you ladies really outdid yourselves."
"Hello Derek and thank you" you smile.
People begin to arrive one-by-one. Emily, JJ, Hotch, and Rossi. Everyone says their hellos and get settled. Some make their way to the booze faster than others.
It's 7:25 and Spencer isn't here yet. You feel a pit begin to form in your stomach. You were really hoping to see him tonight. You decide to grab yourself a drink and socialize, take your mind off of him. He'll show up eventually, right?
"Y/N! Hey! Where's your other half?" Emily chuckles and raises her eyebrows. You can tell she snuck a few shots in the elevator.
"I assume you mean Spencer. Not sure actually." So much taking your mind off of him. And what did she mean by other half? It's not that obvious right?
You scan the room, hoping to see Spencer, but you don't. However, you do catch Rossi getting rather comfortable with new forensic photographer.
You finish your drink and wander off to get another. Looking at your watch you see that it's 7:47. You're starting to feel a little hopeless. But right as you turn to rejoin the party, you see him. Those big brown eyes and fluffy hair.
"Hey Y/N, sorry I'm late. I had to go pick up some last-minute gifts."
Weight falls off of your shoulders at the sound of his voice. You feel overwhelming relief now that he's here. You had spent the last hour, or at least what felt like an hour, with your jaw clenched and a heavy feeling in your stomach. You hate feeling this way. You know you need to talk to him, but you don't want to screw up a good thing.
"It's alright Spence, I'm just glad you're here now." You give him a warm smile and place your hand on his shoulder.
He gives you his classic dorky smile in return, and you feel those all too familiar butterflies swell in your stomach.
As the night goes on, the wine flows and sounds of laughter fills the room. You stay by Spencer's side practically the whole night. Now you understand what Emily meant. You notice he's had quite a bit to drink. Definitely not more than Rossi, but more than usual. You feel like he's being more playful and affectionate as well. But you assume it's just the alcohol. You desperately hope he's flirting, but you don't want to look too far into it.
Your thoughts quickly dissolve into the air as the room goes silent and Rossi's rather loud voice announces it's time to exchange gifts. You give out your gifts and accept the ones given to you. You receive a cinnamon roll scented candle from Emily, a pair of heart shaped earrings from Penelope, a fuzzy blanket from JJ, and various trinkets and gadgets from others. Spencer hands you a slender box wrapped in shiny blue snowflaked wrapping paper.
"I wonder what this could be." You raise your eyebrow playfully and give a small laugh.
You carefully tear off the wrapping paper and open the box. Inside is a necklace with small heart shaped locket.
"Go ahead, open the locket." he has a drunken grin, and his eyes are eager.
You open the locket and inside is a picture of you and Spencer from your birthday. You feel a warmth spread over your face and you can't help but smile.
"Oh my god Spencer, this is- thank you so much, really." You pull him into a tight embrace. Relishing in the feeling of his arms around you for just a moment. You pull away, smile faltering slightly.
"Would you walk with me? Outside? It's really warm in here." His eyes are glassy and his cheeks are a rosy pink. His drinks have definitely caught up with him now. No wonder he feels warm.
"Of course, are you feeling okay?" you ask with sincerity.
"Yeah, there's just a lot of noise. Just need some fresh air s'all."
You two slip out into the crisp, December night. The sky's clear so you can see the stars. Your breath creates mini clouds in the night air.
You look over at Spencer and wonder what's going on inside that brilliant brain of his. You've always been so fascinated by the way he thinks.
"You look so beautiful right now. I-I mean you always do, but in this moment you..." his voice trails off like he has more to say, but doesn't know if he should say it.
"You don't look too bad yourself." You let out a quiet laugh.
You can hear carolers singing jingle bells in the distance.
You glance up at him and see that he's looking at you. His eyes reflect the full moon. There's a sadness in his eyes but also an admiring, soft expression.
"y/n."
"Yeah, Spencer?" You place your hand on his forearm. His mouth opens and closes slightly like he doesn't know if he should say what he's about to say.
"I love you. I'm in love with you, y/n." his voice is soft and trembling ever so slightly. His eyes jump across your face, searching for a reaction.
You feel like your brain might short circuit. You're overwhelmed with emotion. You feel a sting as your eyes prick up with tears.
"Spencer, I don't know what to say." You see his smile fade and fear that may have been poor choice of words.
You decide maybe words won't do how you feel justice.
You step closer to him, placing your right hand on his cheek and the left just below his jaw. You breathe in deeply and pull his face to yours. You place a soft kiss on his lips. He then grabs the sides of your face deepening the kiss. You feel heat creeping up your neck, and the whole world feels as though it's melting away.
You pull away, catching your breath. He looks starstruck, like he can't believe what just happened. And honestly, you can't either. You almost want to ask him to pinch you.
"I love you too, Dr. Spencer Reid."
#criminal minds#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#fanfiction#fanfic writing#dr spencer reid#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid fanfiction
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— subtle physical affection prompts 𓆩♡𓆪
i hope everyone is having a great new year so far! enjoy :D
pushing strands of their hair out of their face
brushing the dust of their clothes
wiping off a food stain near their lips (bonus: you lick it off your fingers)
briefly tracing the lines of their palms
patiently helping them put their shoes on
teasingly playing with the string of their hoodie
nose boops
comparing hand sizes
accidentally grazing their hands as both of you are reaching for the same object
gentle massages for their shoulders
delicately putting your hand on their back
playful stabs with your fingers onto the side of their waist
ever so light forehead pecks
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-:“Why are you looking at me that way?” Prompts-:
(Hehehe, tag me :)
By @me-writes-prompts
"What way?"
"Like you want to punch me kind of way."
"The way you look at me when you're hiding something from me."
"Like you want to eat me alive way."
"The 'I-can't-wait-to-get-home-and-make-out-with-you way."
"The way that you look at me when I've done something wrong and you know it."
"Shy but sly way."
"Like you want to go hug me tight right now."
"The way you do when you know something that I don't, and you're itching to tell me."
"The way you look at me when you want something from me that includes bargaining and manipulating."
"Like you want to kiss me kinda way."
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About me + masterlist <3
Hi! Just a little bit about me and my blog so my followers know what they're getting themselves into ;)
You can call me Elle or just Elizabeth. She/her. Shopping addict. Julia Jacklin and Big Thief superfan. Midwest grown. Tree hugger. Bird enthusiast. Intelligent men with fluffy brown hair >>>
Since the blog is fairly new, expect frequent updates and changes for the time being (bear with me pls), also minors dni please!
Fandoms I write for:
Criminal Minds
The Walking Dead
Marvel
American Horror Story
Midnight Mass
Hannibal
BBC Sherlock
Things I will NOT write:
CNC, non-con, somnophilia, or anything related
Mommy/daddy kinks, just not my thing!
M!reader, maybe one day but I'm a woman and wouldn't even know how to approach that, would consider gn!reader
BDSM, the only exposure I've had to BDSM is fifty shades so I think it's best I don't lol
Other than that, feel free to request whatever your heart desires!
Masterlist:
* indicates smut
Criminal Minds
Spencer Reid:
Jingle Bells S.R. x fem!reader
Hannibal
The Long Game - Series (Will Graham x OC)
Midnight Mass
nothing to see here yet!
BBC Sherlock
Sherlock:
Spring Cleaning Sherlock x fem!reader
American Horror Story
nothing to see here yet!
The Walking Dead
nothing to see here yet!
Marvel
nothing to see here yet!
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The Haunting of Hill House (2018)/“True Blue” by boygenius
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Some tips for using a few words to describe voices:
1. Tone Words: Use tone words to convey the emotional quality of a voice. For example, you can describe a voice as "melodic," "soothing," "sharp," "gentle," or "commanding" to give readers a sense of the tone.
2. Pitch and Range: Mention the pitch and range of the voice. Is it "deep," "high-pitched," "raspy," or "full-bodied"? This can provide insight into the character's age, gender, or emotional state.
3. Accent and Diction: Describe the character's accent or diction briefly to give a sense of their background or cultural influences. For instance, "British-accented," "Southern drawl," or "formal."
4. Volume: Mention the volume of the voice, whether it's "whispering," "booming," "murmuring," or "hushed."
5. Quality: Use terms like "velvet," "silken," "gravelly," "honeyed," or "crisp" to convey the texture or quality of the voice.
6. Rate of Speech: Describe how fast or slow the character speaks, using words like "rapid," "slurred," "measured," or "rambling."
7. Mood or Emotion: Indicate the mood or emotion carried by the voice. For example, a "quivering" voice may convey fear or anxiety, while a "warm" voice may express comfort and reassurance.
8. Resonance: Describe the resonance of the voice, such as "echoing," "nasal," "booming," or "tinny."
9. Timbre: Mention the timbre of the voice, using words like "rich," "thin," "clear," or "smoky."
10. Cadence: Highlight the rhythm or cadence of speech with descriptors like "staccato," "lilting," "rhythmic," or "halting."
11. Intonation: Convey the character's intonation by saying their voice is "sarcastic," "apologetic," "confident," or "questioning."
12. Vocal Characteristics: If applicable, mention unique vocal characteristics, like a "lisp," "stutter," "drawl," or "accented 'r'."
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Dialogue prompts to bring emotional intensity to your writing.
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petition for a lucy dacus ft. julia jacklin colab
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