I know I'm starting to sound like a broken record but the past couple of months posting fics has been getting more and more frustrating for me.

I barely get any comments and basically no asks. I keep encouraging people to leave comments and message me but barely anyone ever does.

I spend so much time to plan and write my stories and it's so discouraging to basically not get any interaction besides a simple like. Which is nice but comments (and even better: reblogs with comments) are what keeps me motivated to write more stories.

Just so you know what I mean: the fic I posted last night has over 250 likes but only 2 comments.

It doesn't even have to be lengthy or eloquent, a simple "I really enjoyed this!" is all I need.

I honestly don't know what to do at this point because it really sucks out all the joy of posting fics.

So if you want to read more of my stories, please take the time to reblog my fics and leave a comment! It really means so much to me!

Keyboard smashing after spending a few minutes with freely provided joy from a stranger will make that stranger’s day. It takes seconds compared to the hours we spend creating content for you.

I understand it can be seen as “cringe” or “embarrassing” to admit you like things. But it’s not. It’s a beautiful expression of the simplest joys we have in this life.

Be kind. Return the joy given to you. And if you don’t want to invest that much in a stranger… well, then, don’t be a stranger. Fan creators are usually more excited than you think to meet new people, hear new perspectives on their media muse, and to enjoy simple things in the most unnecessarily complicated way.

Fandom is meant to be communal fun. Your voice and presence are always appreciated when shared with kindness. You belong here. We want to hear about it.

I accidentally paused on this and I just-

Autistic Spencer Reid

Happy Autism Acceptance Month, everyone! By request, my wonderful friends and I have taken on the daunting task of documenting the reasons why Spencer Reid is considered Autistic. Big thank you to you @spencer-reids-adventures and @foxy-eva specifically for their help. We hope everyone enjoys! This is not an exhaustive list.

I think the most autistic thing Dr. Reid has ever done was when he was able to talk for 15 minutes straight about almost complete bullshit and make it entirely believable when he had to save him and Hotch from getting murdered in the jail unattended. the ability to know that much and to talk that convincingly without interruption is some of the best autistic representation out there I swear

Funny Thing Fate (S.R.)

Summary: Autistic!Reader is tipsy and lost in D.C. when she spots a man she thinks might be able to help. Request: reid and a reader who is a clingy drunk? Some overprotective, concerned, fluffy, sober spence getting her through the night. Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Fluff! Content Warning: Alcohol, crying, being/feeling “left behind,” piggy back ride (implied weight of Reader) Word Count: 6.8k

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I used to believe in fate. Granted, it was never really the kind of fate I saw depicted in romance movies or the works of Sylvia Plath. I believed in fate because we existed. Human beings, standing on a rock hurtling through space with a consciousness and the ability to comprehend the astounding circumstances that led to our existence. Knowing all of that, it would be hard not to fall a little in love with the idea that everything happens for a reason. That each terrible thing, each second of suffering, is meant to bring us an equally incomprehensible joy.

But despite being happy with my life generally, I didn’t really believe in fate anymore. The idea made more sense when viewed as a coping mechanism for a cruel world; a way to survive devastating pain. It had become hard for me to believe that turning left instead of right was a predetermined decision that would change my life forever. At least, beyond the fact I would have slightly different memories of that night.

Most days, the walk home was just that: A walk home. Nothing particularly strange or memorable happened beyond the ordinary. It wasn’t a bad thing —   ordinary things could be beautiful, too. I was just starting to enjoy them again, actually. And as lovely as that was to start seeing beauty in the world again, it didn’t change my new perspective.

Fate was just a tool to get by. So as I stood at a crossroads that night, trying to decide if I should just walk the normal path home, or take the longer route despite the late hour and weary eyes, I chose the former. It wasn’t fate, I told myself. It was just the logical decision.

It wasn’t fate. I didn’t believe in fate.

Different Dialects (S.R.)

Summary: Autistic!Reader. Spencer is trying to tell Reader he likes her, but it feels like they speak entirely different languages. Request: A really fluffy one shot where Spencer keeps trying to confess his feelings to the reader but it just keeps going wrong like he gets interrupted or she doesn’t understand or something? A/N: This fic was very self-indulgent for me and is very near and dear to my heart 💕 Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Fluff! Content Warning: None 🥰 Word Count: 7.2k

MASTERLIST

The first time (y/n) told me she felt like a color, she told me she felt yellow.

There was no need for explanation— it made perfect sense to me. She looked like sunshine and smelled like peaches and fresh laundry. Her laughter sounded like wind chimes and strings and her voice moved like honey; slow and sweet and sticking with me. I wondered what that would mean if I kissed her. Would my lips cling to hers, holding us together for a few moments longer?

I tried not to lose myself in fantasies that would never come true and decided, instead, to enjoy the way the world looked and sounded when (y/n) was happy.

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🎀 CM KidFic Challenge 🧸

Hey everyone, I’m back with another monthly challenge! For the months of March AND April, I am formally challenging any willing writer to take a stab at writing fanfiction including children, babies, or pregnancy (biological, adoptive, animal, etc.) using their choice of Criminal Minds characters! Reader, Original Character, Character/Character ships, Gen/Platonic fics are allowed! Please check out the Rules below the Keep Reading.

(**This is NOT a request list for me—this is a prompt list of other writers! Feel free to request from someone else, and be sure to let them know about the challenge!)

Prompts

Childfree/Pregnancy-Free prompts below + Create your own!

A little less than a month remains! I’ve got some more prompts in case you weren’t inspired before:

I hope this inspires any holdouts! Happy writing, everyone! 🚼

SPENCER REID IN 11.22 “THE STORM”

Piece of Paper (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer and Reader discuss Autism evaluations.

Request: reader tells spencer "i think im autistic" and he’s like "wait you've never been evaluated/diagnosed??" and he helps her advocate for an evaluation or some other kind of support? A/N: I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted, Anon, but this is the experience I would like to share as a person who was diagnosed as a toddler 🫶 Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader Category: Comfort/Fluff Content Warning: Autism assessment/Anti-Autistic mentions, implied abuse/gaslighting, minor self-hatred, internalized ableism Word Count: 1k

MASTERLIST

The bullpen was as quiet as it ever was. The bustling crowds had passed through and returned to the comfort of their home. All that remained were those with deadlines, no date life, or neurodivergent tendencies.

You peeked across the desk to notice how Spencer’s hyper-focus had finally faded, leaving him now spinning in his chair while he stared at the ceiling.

“Hey, Spencer?” you called, “Can I ask you a kind of personal question?”

His chair came to a halt.

“Sure, but I’m not sure if I’ll have a satisfying answer,” he chuckled.

You floundered for a moment, struggling to come up with an appropriate way to ask your question. Yet, when you did finally speak, you were anything but eloquent.

“What was it like when you were diagnosed with Autism?”