#c can’t write

[spncvr]

hi! i love your writing!! wanted to ask if i could request a small blurb or sth of reader and spencer waking up in the morning?? really cute and fluffy hahah... take your time! :DD

mornings | s.reid

summary: waking up with spencer

pairing: spencer reid x reader

warnings: um it's not smut ?? as in not, "he trhusted into her and growled when she called him daddy"-smut. but. like. u can tell they fucked. i think. kissing and my bad english ANYWAYS

a/n: hi pookie sprry it took me forever to answer this,, i spent the entire day soing math today this is my break. so its not that great pls bear w me crying emoji

masterlist

THE SUN ROSE behind the leaves that hung lazily on the branches. Through the voile curtains, tendrils of the sun rays bled against your skin, that brushed against his. The voile, no longer as pure and lush as it once was, twists and turns against the wind like a dance. The low hum of the city’s heartbeat echoes around the room in a chaotic symphony—and within the room was calm. You smile because for once, he was not somehow tied within this chaos.

Then, a whisper of a touch—his fingers were grazing your hips, uttering a verse only you’d understand.  

Last night, he had kissed you—and maybe, because you thought he wouldn’t stop, because you thought he’d disappear, you pulled him closer, and closer; unwanting to let go. His whispers, pliant to your ears, had never been so soft. He held you; fingers against your waist and skin. His fingers had burned like wildfire; you felt it first against your cheek, your arms, then your hips. He held your heart by his soft fingertips, unscarred and gentle; his words were sugar-coated, leaving teeth rotting and hearts yearning. He kissed you, kissed you and kissed you. And the entire time, you were kissing him back.

You feel his smile against your shoulder, slightly dragging your shirt upwards, and you only hum in acknowledgement, too tired to reply with words. You feel your name against your skin. 

“Hi,” he says, lips kissing your shoulder. 

“Hey,” you manage to reply, and you turn your body so you’re facing him fully—and, when he pries the strands of hair out of your face you smile. “Morning.” 

“Morning,” he replies. Then, “you’re beautiful.”

You bury your face in his chest, groaning quietly, he laughs. “What?”

“You can’t just say things like that,” you protest, your voice a whisper against his warmth.

“I’m sorry, pretty girl,” he says, entirely unapologetic.

You take it though, slowly sneaking a glance at him as you lift your head, to see him smiling down at you (a kind, lazy thing). His hand cups your cheek and he’s kissing you again. There are so many things you need to do today, you think; the paperwork at your desk, and the errands lined up on your to-do list in your phone that you never bother to update. But you were so tired, and Spencer’s lips were so soft. When his nose nudges against yours, your mouth lazily falls open. His fingers are on your waist, his thumbs painting shapes against your skin.

When he pulls away you tell him you love him, and you don’t need to wait for him to tell you that he loves you too.

guys reqs r open but its gonna take me a decade to actually write them so be warned LMAOOO (+ for the people asking for pt.2 to waiting room ITS BEING MADE!!! so excited to share sakjnskfjb)

#c can’t write #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid smut #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fic #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid x fem!reader #hurt/comfort #fluff #angst #flangst #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid blurb #fluff oneshot #criminal minds fluff

[houseswife]

#alternatively. if you don’t believe that they’ve fucked #what do you think they called each other on their deathbeds? #mostly inspired by my absolute astonishment that wilson apparently calls house by his first name in writing (greg made me think of you) #but still called him house at his FUNERAL? #and in the c-word? #they baffle me on so many levels #I hesitated to even include house calling him james in this #because I can’t imagine it #does house even know his name is james. he called him bob that one time. #I miss when he called him jimmy tho. when did that stop #house md #hilson #house/wilson #gregory house #james wilson #greg house #hatecrimes md #tumblr polls

[adrift-in-thyme]

@skyward-floored I know you’ve been sick all week so I wrote you a little something to help cheer you up. It’s short and probably not wonderfully edited but I hope you get some joy from it anyway :)

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“Up and at ‘em Captain!” Legend calls as he stomps down the hall. “The day’s wasting away!”

The sun is already high in the sky. The other heroes are already dressed and packed and well into eating their breakfast. Yet, the captain is still snoozing away, snug as a bug beneath his blankets.

Must be nice being able to sleep through all that ruckus, Legend thinks, grumpily.

Though, now that he ponders it, it is rather unlike Warriors to slumber on like this. Usually, he is one of the first to awaken. By the time anyone else rises, he is already washed and dressed and looking entirely too well-kept for someone who catapulted out of bed before even the sun dared peek over the horizon.

A small shred of worry worms its way past Legend’s careful defenses. But he pushes it aside as he steps into the doorway.

“Hey, pretty boy! Did you hear me?”

By all appearances, the bed is occupied solely by blankets. And save for a few sniffles, their occupant remains steadfastly silent. Frowning, Legend steps closer.

“Warriors? You alive in there?”

“Mmph,” groan the blankets.

Legend grasps the nearest edge and flings them off. A very miserable-looking Warriors blinks up at him.

“Vet?”

Legend winces. His voice is painfully hoarse. Speaking must be agonizing.

His eyes are glossy too, he sees now, and his cheeks unnaturally flushed. A layer of sweat coats his forehead and drags down his curls. When he pushes himself upward, the movement is accompanied by a violent shudder that nearly lands him back on the bed.

The captain presses his fingertips to the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry, is it time to get up? I-I didn’t realize…”

He trails off, blinking into the rays of sunlight that waft through the blinds. Panic streaks across his face.

“I overslept.”

“Yeah, you did.”

Legend puts a hand to his chest, pushing him back as he tries to get out of bed. He shivers beneath his touch, breath hitching.

“And it’s no wonder that you did. You look like crap, Wars. How long have you been sick?”

Warriors swallows, cringing as he does it.

“Don’t know.” He shrugs, weakly. “I haven’t felt well all week but I thought…I thought I was fine.”

His eyes widen.

“I’m gonna get everyone sick!”

“Well, yeah, probably. But we’ll be fine.”

Legend presses the palm of his hand to Warriors’ head, ignoring his weak attempts to shove him off.

“You’re burning up, captain. Lie back down.”

“But we-we need to get going…” Warriors looks up at him, eyes wide and pleading. “We were so close to the…we were so close…”

Legend sighs. “The monsters can wait. You need to rest.”

“Is everything alright in here?”

Time peeks around the door, now, a concerned expression on his face. When he catches sight of Warriors it deepens. In two strides, he is within the room.

“Captain, are you well?”

“He’s definitely not,” Legend says before Warriors can try and make excuses. “He’s sick as a dog.”

Time places a hand on Warriors’ forehead, then retracts it, a frown darkening his features.

“We will stay in the inn today. You must rest.”

“But Sprite…” Warriors begins. Time shakes his head.

“I’ll hear no arguments from the very man who forcibly snuggled me until I slept as a child.”

Legend snorts. “He did what?”

Time only smiles, his attention still on Warriors.

“Pushing on will only make you worse, captain. You would be the first to pause the journey if one of us were in your place. Let us take care of you.”

“Fine.” Warriors slouches, defeated. “Why’re you two so stubborn?”

Legend grins.

“You think we’re bad? Just wait until you see the others.” He winks. “Lemme go get ‘em.”

As he turns on his heel, Legend sees Warriors sink further into the bed. His grin grows wider.

Get comforted, captain.

Less than half of an hour later, the bedroom is swarmed by eight heroes, all armed with illness-fighting supplies. Sky and Wild, come bearing warm soup.

(“It’s the best for a sore throat,” Sky says with a smile and Wild nods, “yup, I cooked a big batch too, so you’ll have plenty of it.”)

Hyrule offers healing potions. Wind and Four bring armfuls of blankets.

(“Did you two raid every house in Castle Town?” Time asks in disbelief as he takes the small heroes’ bundles. Wind grins.)

(“Basically.”)

Twilight brings fresh water from the spring just outside of town, said to have healing properties…and also a stray cat to keep the captain company.

(“You sure that’s for his benefit?” Legend asks, narrowing his eyes as the rancher sets the animal on Warriors’ lap. Twilight just grins.)

Soon, Warriors is lying down once more, wrapped snugly in what Wind dubs a “blanket burrito,” with a belly full of soup and a cat on his legs.

Time brushes his bangs out of his eyes and places a cool cloth on his forehead. Warriors sighs at the touch.

“Are you feeling a little better now?” Wind asks, eyes wide with concern. Oblivious to the captain’s warnings about germs, he has managed to fit himself in between the eternal blankets and the cat, cuddled against Warriors’ side.

Not that the knight seems to mind overly much, now that all is said and done. And as he settles on the end of the bed, Legend can’t help thinking he looks glad to have the company.

Warriors nods, eyes drooping.

“Yeah, I’m better, sailor.” He sends the heroes a tired grin. “Thanks to all of you.” His gaze flicks to Legend. “Especially, you vet.”

Legend’s cheeks heat and he looks down, waving a dismissive hand.

“Ah, no big deal. I’m not so mean as to let you die in here all alone and snotty and miserable.”

Warriors chuckles and closes his eyes. “So, you decided to suffocate me with blankets instead?”

Legend shrugs, a grin playing on his lips. “What can I say? I’m merciful.”

The blankets in question look rather comfortable and he decides to lay down upon them. He’s not the only one either. All of the heroes have drifted over now, cuddling up on a bed not made for nine men and boys. But they make do. And Warriors seems to melt in their embrace.

Legend smiles at the peaceful look on the captain’s face as he drifts off. He guesses even someone like the pretty boy needs a break once in a while. And — he chuckles as Wind and the cat compete for space — some snuggles too.

#all that body heat can’t be good for wars’ fever #but who cares? #he needs cuddles #I was originally gonna make this zelink h/c #but these two wanted to be written instead #and then the whole chain wanted in on the fluff lol #anyway #I hope you feel better Peggy <33 #trin writes #linkeduniverse #sickfic #hurt/comfort #fluff #lu warriors #lu legend #lu time #lu chain

[sansuri]

✧ 𝐈 𝐍 𝐂 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐀 𝐓 𝐄 ✧ | Series Masterlist | Future Series

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Genre: gojo x fem!reader, cannon compliant, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, slow burn, biblical allusions (nothing religious, just lore), dark content, gore, misogyny, angst, SMUT MDNI, (more to be added)

Synopsis: You were never meant to be on par with the likes of a God, let alone one that possessed both six eyes and infinity. That was known. Peculiarly enough though, you and Gojo happen to fall in an eerie series of events tying your fates together as the incarnations of the two deities, God and the devil. So if your stories paralleled those two figures, who was the fallen one?

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𝐂𝐡𝐩𝐭. 𝟏: Rien N’est Éternal

𝐂𝐡𝐩𝐭. 𝟐:

𝐂𝐡𝐩𝐭. 𝟑:

To be continued…

#gojo angst #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #wip that’s been sitting in my drafts for quite a long time I honestly love this concept and I can’t wait to write hehe #sansuriwrites | I N C A R N A T E

[save-the-villainous-cat]

PLEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE h/c between hero and villainnnnnnnnn (emphasis on the comfort, blueberry)

The villain remembered the words probably even better than the hero. Which was…understandable, considering the state their body had been in.

One for the money, the supervillain had said, breaking one of the hero’s ribs with nearly surgical precision. And two for the show.

All the villain could do was stand and watch their lover crumble and cry, screaming for some help, not for the villain’s help in particular. They wished the hero had begged them for it, had sung their little secret into the world, so the villain could’ve helped them.

But they also knew if they’d actually helped them, the hero would have never forgiven them. And yet, the guilt was beyond bearable when the villain’s fingers ghosted over the hero’s bruised ribs and a pained face answered.

The hero had been worryingly quiet, doing chores already with little resting, not meeting the villain’s eyes. They barely ate. Didn’t ask for anything.

“They’re healing fast,” the villain observed, eyes heavy.

No answer came and the villain shifted, not finding the right words to express their feelings.

In certain lighting, the hero looked annoyed, angry even. Although the villain knew they weren’t the problem, knew that the hero absolutely loved to blame and curse themselves rather than their lover, they couldn’t help but think they were responsible.

“You have to take it easy. You were carrying too much groceries yesterday. That’s why you had breathing problems.” The villain looked at them and studied their features. “You have to be more careful, my love.”

Still no answer. All the hero did was nod (insincerely) and squeeze the villain’s finger, whispering a semi broken “okay” under their breath. That wasn’t a real answer.

“My love,” the villain started. “Please.”

They cupped the hero’s face and finally the hero managed to look at them.

Tears ran down their cheeks and over the villain’s hands.

And it broke the villain. Broke whatever loyalty they still felt towards the supervillain, broke their plan for revenge, broke everything into pieces until it was only them and the hero and the pain. All they wanted was to hold their lover and tell them they were sorry. They wanted to hold them and never let go, wipe away their tears and kiss their nose, play with their hair and let the fall asleep on their lap.

Slow steps. The villain wiped away the hero’s tears.

“I’m a horrible hero,” they choked out between sobs. “I get my ass kicked all the fucking time.”

“That’s not true,” the villain said.

“I used to defeat villains so easily and now I’m just — I’m just—” The hero didn’t finish the sentence, for there was too much tear fluid in their throat.

“Hey, it’s not your fault,” the villain said. “You’re brilliant, you’re—”

“A fucking failure,” the hero managed to say.

“Sweetheart. I’ve been telling you over and over again. They’re sending you out too soon. They don’t give you enough time to recover.”

The villain kissed their lover’s nose.

“And I realise that we have to stop. Both of us, we have to stop what we’re doing. It’s killing us.”

The hero let their head rest on the villain’s shoulder as they wrapped their arms around them gently, still much too hurt and much too scared.

“I love you,” the villain whispered. “I will do everything to keep you safe, I promise.”

And they did. All it took was their soul to become truly corrupt.

#can’t help myself sorry baby #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #h/c

[paragal]

loved the lore today

#c!jack manifold #c!michael clifford #<- can’t believe i had to write that #jack manifold #dream smp #dream smp fanart #dsmp #dsmp fanart #mcyt #mcyt fanart #jack manifold fanart #c!jack #c!jack fanart #cjack #jack manifold art #c!jack manifold fanart #cjack manifold #cjack manifold fanart #5sos #5 seconds of summer #michael clifford

[bleue-flora]

Yo! Just noticed it’s the anniversary of when I finished my second fanfic Dreamcatcher, which is the work I actually started to lean into writing fanfiction (since my first work I really just wrote for myself before being encouraged to share it).

So, in honor of that, here is some of the original second nightmare which was actually written from Dream’s pov before I ended up changing it to Punz’s.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Referenced Torture, Blood, Death, Injuries, Profanity.

Dream is wet and panting, in a puddle of watery red flowing into an equally crimson pond to his side, where the non diluted liquid gets thicker.

There’s white fur stuck in it as the body of a dog, slashed to bits lies there next to him. Both sitting in the despairing silence of the box.

Tears form in the corners of his eyes and his vision gets blurry, but he doesn’t let them fall. He just exhales.

Why does everything die around him? Why does everything he dare to care a smidge about get taken from him?

As if to follow his thoughts, the white turns to black. The fluffy bloodied dog shifts into a cat that’s long since stopped breathing. Dream turns his head, and faintly smirks at the sight of the additional body sprawled out on the floor next to him.

He mutters to the corpse under his breath, rolling his eyes, “To be fair, you were being a bitch. Like don’t blame me, you know you d—deserved it… I mean I lasted like—how long before beating your head in? That’s pretty impressive—pretty fucking impressive, you know.”

Tommy’s unmoving body doesn’t respond, just stays there, unmoving and uncharacteristically quiet. His face swollen and bruised, not unlike the innocent cat he beat to death.

Then his body evaporates and Dream finds himself in a new room, accented with black walls and bedrock. It’s detail is perfectly ominous like he wanted.

He’s kneeling, unguarded by armor with an audience of people surrounding him. His heart beats rapidly threatening to burst out of his chest at the danger. But he ignores it.

Indignant, Tommy rips off the mask that always covers his face. Exposing his pale skin to the cool air and the venomously judging faces.

Despite the frustration at his denial of privacy, he doesn’t so much as dignify it with a flinch. It was expected. He was ready. He’s not about to show weakness in front of a crowd.

They are silent as the axe lands, and lands again before lady death finally embraces him.

They are silent as the sword finds its place in his chest and he falls to the ground, bleeding out into the cold stone beneath him.

It’s ok. He knew this would happen. It was expected, it was planned. He didn’t know they’d kill him twice, but it’s fine.

On one life, he makes his way back down with sharp pain running through his veins. Somehow it seems duller than the pain in the prison cell, though it can’t have been less excruciating.

Tommy once again stands above him savagely firing arrows away. As they pierce his flesh and bone, he searches the cold faces around him and listens intently, hoping to hear one sound of objection to his approaching final death.

Surely, someone will say something, right? Surely, someone will oppose his final death, right? Surely, they woundn’t let Tommy kill him off in cold blood. Would they?

But there’s nothing from them. Absolutely nothing. Standing there, dripping in blood, he feels his heart entirely disintegrate into nothing. Leaving only a hollow emptiness in its wake.

Then suddenly he’s freezing from more than just death and despondency. He’s surrounded by ice. Their pillars, tall and sharp, casting the land in a pointed terrain. Despite the bone chilling air and his frozen insides, he stands, planted to the ground, looking at a sign pinned to the glacier. The wood marking the death of his parrot that travelled so far only to die there.

A deep sigh is released from his lungs and the scene smears into broad strokes of colors. Until a well known bleak room encases him in lava and obsidian again.

Sitting there with nothing but the annoying sounds of the prison to keep him company, he wonders if he’s always destined to lose everything. Was it always going to end up like this? Was he always going to end up alone?

#I swear I do plan on expanding this work into a series… I can’t believe it’s been a year and I still haven’t posted any of related fics… oof #blame bad and techno for claiming me attention lol… anyways I do have lots written so it’s coming… :) #leftovers #c!dream #thank y’all so much for your support. kind words. and for encouraging me to write more and making me feel safe to do so and share it. <3 #writing has been really good for my mental health this past year and not only being allowed to do so #but having people enjoy it has been really really healing for me so thank you so much <3 <3 #thanks for being the first fandom that emboldened me to write fanfic <3 #dreamcatcher #dsmp #dreblr #dsmp dream #for real though… I could have written such good arrow and supernatural and maybe even Loki fanfic if I’d know fandoms could be so supportiv #(and that fanfic isn’t just about ships… XD) #dream smp #dsmp fanfic

[xbraveheartx]

The information is all there… Gepetto’s footprints are left everywhere, easily retraceable… He has his private workshop right behind the train car you wake up in, with schematics and blueprints hung up…

Who’s stopping Carlo from just bringing it all to Venigni and saying “Bring my bff back please, thank you”?????????

#Lies of P #Lies of P spoilers #Listen… he can just… bring all of Gepetto’s work to Venigni… and bring Romeo back. I’m just saying. #I’m making this happen. I will write it. I will draw it. You can’t stop me. CANON CAN’T STOP ME!!!!! #I have signed the pact. I’ve sealed my fate in blood. This is my purpose now. To bring the 500k fanfic of Romeo coming back #Relearning how to human. And Carlo being right there to teach him how to feel and make his heart beat again c: ♡

[piscespixiewastaken]

All right, whoever’s running the angst idea machine, can you turn it off? My blorbos are gonna start rioting against me for what I’m putting them through.

#artemis fowl #dreblr #i am literally in the process of writing a new c!dream angst story featuring time traveling c!wilbur and exile #and let’s not discuss what i’m putting artemis through #i should not have custody of these characters #can’t tell if i’m gonna make the characters or my readers cry more

[smilesrobotlover]

Whumptober day 19, flower bouquet

This might be psychological too but I honestly didn’t know what the prompt meant when it said that. Kind of broad you know? Anyways TCOD TIME! This is before the first arc of the story of course, a short but more wholesome one. Kinda. I love Maria (Link’s grandma)

I haven’t updated it in a while but you can read what I have so far at @thecurseofdemisecomic :) I could use the support

Warnings: mentions of family death.

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It was a hard day for Maria, as it always was every year. Every morning she would wake up and get started with her day, tending to her cows, tending to her gardens, and making sure her grandchildren got their chores finished. But this morning was different, it was the only day when Maria didn’t worry about being so strict with the chores. She still did them of course, but she was more lenient about it with her grandkids, since today was the anniversary of when she lost a son and a daughter-in-law.

The memory still haunted her. She was training Linkle on how to use her crossbow since she was so insistent on learning, wanting nothing more than to follow her grandmother in her footsteps, when she heard San curse under his breath. She remembered when she looked to see what was wrong, she saw her oldest son, Taril, laying on the ground with Link and Aryll crying. She and San did everything for him, trying to keep him alive, trying to get a doctor to their small secluded farm. But with the doctors overwhelmed due to a large scale monster attack, no one came, and Taril succumbed to his injuries. Monna, his wife, wasn’t with him, and Maria soon discovered that she died trying to buy Link and Taril time to get away. Thankfully, Link and Aryll were fine, but the children were scarred from such a traumatic event.

Maria thought that losing her husband was hard. Having him say goodbye to her and her sons and then never returning, having to raise her boys when they were still teenagers on her own despite not being the primary caretaker for them, having to retire early from the army just so she can be with her sons, it was hard. And the pain of losing her husband returned when she lost her own boy, but it was almost unbearable. She should’ve been the one to go, she should’ve been the one to have lost her life. She was growing old, she didn’t need to live the limited time she had left. Taril and Monna had young children, the youngest barely being a year old. They had so much to live for. And knowing what they could’ve had was painful to bear. No parent should ever have to bury her child, but it was something she had to do. She only wished that she could’ve buried Monna as well, so she and Taril could be together physically, even in death.

Maria didn’t have a strong relationship with her grandchildren, save for Linkle who idolized her, but she had to become the caretaker for the kids who lost their parents, and she had to break through the wall that was between her and Link.

Link had watched his father die right in front of him, he had heard his mother’s cries as she was murdered by Lizalfos, so getting through to him was a challenge for Maria. San had tried, but he was never particularly good with children. Linkle had tried, and she was much more successful than Maria and San, but she herself was still recovering from losing her parents as well. It wasn’t fair to put such a weight on her young shoulders. As time went on, Maria grew to understand Link more, and the family grew closer than ever, but she still felt herself more distant from Link than with Linkle.

Slowly over time, the wounds healed, and though they scarred, they didn’t hurt as much as they used to. A couple of days after Link and Linkle’s sixteenth birthday, the hardest day of their lives came by, and it was quiet on the farm as Maria slowly tended to the animals, ignoring the dull pain in her heart over the loss of her son and daughter-in-law. When she went to return to her house however, she saw someone by the graves that honored Taril and Monna’s life. It was Link, and he was standing there silently with a bouquet in his hands. Maria walked up to him, curious at what he was doing alone, and stared at the tombstones.

“Hi grandma,” Link said quietly, clutching the bouquet of flowers tighter.

“Hello my dear, how have you been this fine morning?”

Link looked at her and forced a smile. “I’ve been good.” Maria tilted her head and Link’s smile disappeared. “I… I suppose I’ve been better.”

Maria smiled slightly and wrapped her arm around him, giving him a side hug. Link leaned into the hug and rested his head on her shoulder.

“I miss them,” he whimpered, his voice wavering uncontrollably as he tried not to cry. Maria only closed her eyes and hugged him tighter.

“I miss them too, my dear.”

“I wonder if they’re proud of me. I—I’ve been trying to take care of Aryll and Linkle, and Epona too of course but… I wonder if they think I’ve been doing a good job.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Maria ran her hands through his strawberry-blonde hair, twirling the ends around her finger. “You’ve been doing a wonderful job. Aryll loves you so much, you’re a wonderful brother to her. And you and Linkle are best friends, I can’t ever seem to separate you two.” Maria chuckled as Link giggled slightly, and she playfully ruffled his hair. “And you treat that horse with the utmost respect and care I have ever seen. I’m sure your parents would be very proud of you.”

Link’s smile stayed as he stared at the tombstones, his head never leaving her shoulder.

“I’ve been thinking,” he started, pursing his lips, “I want to rebuild dad’s old horse farm, and raise horses just like he did.”

Maria raised her eyebrows, surprised that he told her such a thing. He normally confided in Linkle about his future and hopes and dreams. For him to share this with Maria, it was an honor to her.

“Why, I think that’s a wonderful path to take, my dear. You share your father’s love for horses, that’s for sure.”

“…yeah,” Link smiled fondly at the tombstones, but his grip on the bouquet tightened, and he bit his lip as tears started to pour out of his eyes. Maria didn’t say anything when he let out a sob, she just held him, trying not to cry herself. After a moment of Link crying silently, she nudged him forward.

“Let’s put the flowers down, shall we?”

Link nodded and he and Maria walked closer to the tombstones, setting the bouquet down next to one other, belonging to Linkle and Aryll she presumed. Maria stood up when the flowers were put down, but Link lingered, tracing his fingers along the words on the tombstone. Finally, he stood back up as well and walked over to Maria, his eyes puffy, his cheeks rosy, and his nose runny. Maria gave him a smile and cupped his cheeks, kissing him on the forehead. Link leaned into her, and Maria pulled him into a hug. The two stood there for a while holding each other, the only sound was Link’s silent cries and whimpering. Maria could feel her shoulder growing damp from his tears, but she didn’t care. She rubbed circles in Link’s back, and she even shed a few tears as well. After a long moment of crying, Maria pulled away, but still kept an arm around his shoulder.

“Let’s go back to the house alright? I can make you and your sisters a little treat. How does that sound?”

Link sniffed and smiled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “Ok…” he muttered, and the two walked away from the graves back to the house. Yes it was a hard day for the family, a harsh reminder of what had happened. But the closer Maria felt to her grandchildren, the easier the day became. She may have lost her children, but she had her grandchildren, and she thanked the goddesses for that blessing.

#so for context. Maria was in the army when she was younger. her husband was a stay at home dad taking care of their kids #I mean he had other things but I can’t share them for spoiler reasons 🫣 #but there’s a lot to Maria and her family before #ugh I get so sad thinking about Taril and Monna :c #smiles writes #thecurseofdemise #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 19 #this was gonna be someone else but I couldn’t do it #I needed to change it #and I found a good idea for cursed :) #Cursed is this Link’s nickname btw so if I say Cursed I’m talking about him #my son

[strawbubbysugar]

This arc in the amalgam camp is stumping me so hard can’t wait to get outta this forest for the other stuff I have planned

#bethroned project #I hope people are enjoying it I feel like it’s not very good #bc im struggling writing it #:C I wanna get to the next bit #can’t stop thinking about the sugar snow that’s gonna happen

[spncvr]

HIII I kinda suck at writing so maybe you could take my idea and use your amazing writing skills and make something of it? (Only if you want ofc!!) hear me out yk how Spencer rambles about random facts and everything at the bau imagine if he had a partner (was a profiler as well) and that knew a lot about musics or movies and would ramble about it to him?

Ignore this if it sounds stupid 😭

rambles | s. reid

summary: you talk a lot, spencer doesn't mind.

pairing: spencer reid x reader

warnings: okay so idk if this counts as gn!reader?? but reader wears a dress lol. drinking, and again my terrible english,, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: hey beautiful!! this deffo does not sound stupid i had fun writing it but this is so bad im sorry i didn't do u justice *crying emoji* also im so sorry this took me forever to finish LMAOOO

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YOU CAN FEEL it.

In your spine, in your ears. The song’s quiet but it had you in its grip, tight and firm—music’s always been like that to you. It didn’t matter if it was Hendrix, Queen or even Chopin; it has always been the one thing to make you stop dead at your feet. It’s a feeling you can’t quite put your finger on. There wasn’t a word in the English language that could possibly describe how it made you feel. Perhaps, you think humorously, you ought to learn another language, or two. 

You’re wearing this dress. This sweet, white silk thing that sweeps against your knees each time you take a step. The taste of expensive wine sits against your lips, lingering. The glass rests idly around your hand and your grip is careful. Expensive red wine and a cheap dress don't usually mix well together. 

“You okay?” 

You smile, teeth and all. Spencer who’s found his place next to you, furrows his eyebrows worry painted against his soft features. He looks tired. But he’s here, with the rest of the team; he always is.

“Fine,” you say, blasé. “You, Dr. Reid?”

His eyebrows raise slightly, “Yeah, fine.” then, “nice dress.” It’s a small whisper. 

You brush your tongue against the wine on your lips. The comment catches you off guard—especially when he’s dressed like this and looks at you like that. So, all that leaves your wine-stained lips is a small: “Oh.” then, because you remember your manners you say, “Thank you.”

The song changes, and Spencer smiles, “The songs—” he says “they’re nice.”

“I—” You stop yourself from rambling because really, they’re more than nice. It’s Elle Fitzgerald. She’s—Her voice, her instrument is clear as a bell, with diction that’s almost impossible to misunderstand. Her rhythm is— well it’s, you can set her as the metronome for her own band. Which, well, isn’t exactly easy to do. The way she’s able to scoop and bend her pitches with such precision is, beyond, nice. So the song, really it’s, more than nice, it’s a masterpiece it’s—

“Uh, yeah, s’nice.” you pause, “More than nice, really.”

Spencer smiles, amused, “More than nice?” he echoes.

You clear your throat, “It— yeah. I mean, it’s Fitzgerald, you know…”

“I don’t know,” he says simply.

Figures, you think. “No, yeah. She’s, like, got this tone in her voice, you know? And it’s like she’s the one leading the band— with the rhythm, I mean. As in like, instead of the drummer, which isn’t exactly easy to do. You know, actually, some people say she — she’s got the voice of an angel. Or something along the lines; can’t really remember and—” you pause, slightly embarrassed at how much you’ve been talking.

“Er, sorry,” you mumble sheepishly. The edge of your shoes had suddenly become increasingly interesting. “didn’t mean to go on a tangent.”

Spencer kisses his teeth, and you look up to find him grinning. “No, uh,” he scratches the edge of his eyebrow. “You don’t need to apologize for talking about something you like.” He seems to think about his next words as he brushes his hand against your arm. It sends a shiver that lingers longer than the touch itself. Spencer Reid could be so cruel sometimes. 

“I love listening to you talk.”

Your dress ends up wine-stained, anyway.

as usual my inbox is always open for requests (or just to talk lol) but it will take 192374 years to actually finish it,, reblogs are soo appreciated !! (u guys r always so kind idk why im asking for them) so is feedback btw!! (despretely in need of some)

#c can’t write #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid smut #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fic #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid x fem!reader #hurt/comfort #fluff #angst #flangst #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid blurb

[fraberry-stroobcake]

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays friends!! ❄️❄️

Hope you all have a lovely fun day :) And if there’s no snow around, maybe you should create it with your art in whatever media you use!

#frabrant #way too sleepy to explain myself at the moment but #draw snow; write a scene with snow; uhmmm uhh yhhh …3d print snow…..??? #yeah no thaaaats probably not right; but hey if you want to do that anyway be my guest #take care guys!! #also for those who will read until this tag i’m not sure when or if i will make a commission post for this days of feast :c #i really want to but a few people who i asked for advice discouraged me from doing it because i’d be piling things up #when i already can’t deal with all the stress. i’ll see what i can do but if it really doesn’t work out this year i do apologize

[paper-ish]

i love how the atla fandom’s favourite pass time is writing thinkpieces about how aangs final moral dilemma that came from nowhere was him honouring his culture based off of an orientalist understanding of dharmic non-violence that’s rebutted within the text of the show itself anyways

#like my problem isn’t even the bad fantasy buddhism clearly written by americans #it’s that it’s internally inconsistent #not set up #and most importantly the product of the writers writing themselves into a corner a la the finale #notice how it wasn’t brought up on the day of black sun #‘it’s a kids show’ a) disney rocks fall death #b) no one told them to try and evaluate the spiritual consequences of murdering an imperialist in the kids’ show either #c) even as a young kid i always thought this was really fucking dumb #atla fans can’t have it both ways #is it actually a super serious show tackling themes of imperialism and war maturely? #or is it ‘just a simple kids show’? #ish rants #atla critical

[inkykeiji]

so anyway, i hope u are all very excited for some dark academia touya tomorrow night!!! <3 i’m just taking today to edit him n polish him up <3 it’s a tiny piece but a good one!!!

#he’s at about 2k rn #that number may climb a lil as i edit but he def won’t be over 3k #so!!! #short n sweet c: #nice to be writing something for him hehehe i missed him a lot!!! #he’s a very fun iteration of touya #i know u guys don’t know too too much about him but #he has my whole heart <3 #he’s rly similar to twin!touya #anyway!!!! please look forward to it!!!!! i can’t wait to share it with u!!! #clari chatters

[brisquad-unit-4402]

luxiem as bad sex

don’t worry about it this is mostly for the lolz. might fuck around and do this for other livers next time i feel restless. make sure to properly communicate with your partner

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, smut, humor/crack, chatfic in shu’s entry, public sex, uki violeta cameo, cheating/ntr mention, just imagine the baldur’s gate 3 scene with the luxiem guy of your choice you know what i’m talking about

⚠️ nsfw under the cut. content not intended for minors.

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🖋 Ike Eveland: anatomy

there is a chance that, when you sleep with ike, despite his title, it’s his first time.

25% chance says that he fully does not know what he’s doing, and asks you for a full-blown tutorial on how to stick part a into part b.

25% chance says that he fully does not know what he’s doing but he doesn’t even admit to it. it’s a lot of trial and error and insistence that no, don’t worry, i got this when he very clearly does not.

25% chance that, for the first time in his life, eroge has come in clutch. he understands! kind of. it’s more like as he penetrates you he tries to compare your sounds to the moans of eroge characters. the more you sound like a hentai protagonist the better. it’s also worth noting he pumps into you to the beat of a huniepop song that worked its way into his head while he was trying to figure out what’s a good or bad sound.

and finally 25% chance that it’s just fine.

but let it be known that he 100% does not know how to find the clit. barely knows how to find the prostate either. ike won’t admit to either of these things

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🦁 Luca Kaneshiro: openness

never let it be said luca is solitary. he’s social and likes to explore different spaces. it means dates happen often, and so does getting dragged off to give him head in public.

this would be fine if it was a bathroom stall. you know, the standard couple spots. what you didn’t expect was in a fairly open alley. or an amusement park ride with automatic souvenir pictures. or on the shady side of a beach full of people.

hell, even when you get into a changing room while shopping there’s still a risk. he’s gotten you to jack him off while wearing not-yet-purchased jeans more than once and as exciting as it was you have no clue what happened to the poor retail workers that had to find them hanging on the return-to-hanger rack.

at home he leaves doors open since it’s just the two of you, including when he goes down on you. he leaves them open when there’s guests, too, and guides you into your bedroom when he needs a break from talking to people. the doors are still open. you’re a master at being quiet but sometimes his puppy wanders around looking for his owner, and…

(side note: not about sex but i just know he would leave the door open or walk in on you using the bathroom and that terrifies me)

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👟 Shu Yamino: attentiveness

Me: hey

Me: hey

Me: are you awake??

taro_twink: abt to sleep

taro_twink: what do you want shu

Me: idk c:

taro_twink: so you blew up my phone??? bitch??

Me: fjakajsjsldj i wanted to talk to my friend!

taro_twink: wish granted

taro_twink: wyd?

Me: reader

taro_twink: don’t text on a date

Me: we’re at home

taro_twink: go spend time with reader then ffs

Me: i am

Me: reader feels really nice c:

taro_twink: wait

Me: and i like making reader say my name too

taro_twink: SHSKDKLSJA

taro_twink: WHAT FHE FUXK

taro_twink: ARE YOU SERIOUSLY TEXTINF ME RIFHT NOW

taro_twink: SHU YAMINO WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU

Me: dw reader hasn’t noticed my phone yet

taro_twink: THIS ISNT ABOUT READER ITS ABOUT ME

Me: my phone is by the pillow so it’s hard to see

taro_twink: ARE YOU SERIOUSLY TEXTING WHILE SCREWING SOMEONE????????????

Me: yea :homiekiss:

taro_twink: you are fucked up and i’m going to bed

taro_twink: so done with you jfc

taro_twink: gn

taro_twink: bye

taro_twink: if you say anything else i’m blocking your number

Me: you’re no fun

taro_twink: you are literally texting me while you’re doing your partner i don’t want to hear it

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👹 Vox Akuma: names

vox is noisy. delightfully so. it’s easy to communicate with him because he’s unconsciously vocal whenever he likes something.

these sounds, however, are usually limited to grunts, moans and cries. all well and good, but when things get more intense, he’s more inclined to scream your name.

and when his dick is in your mouth he can’t think straight, in the worst way.

this is just to say that even when you’re not roleplaying, he’s cried out a lot of names that aren’t yours. usually celebrities or fictional characters. you’ve lost count of how many tall/dark/handsome guys with long hair he’s cum to, or sassy women. hell, his celebrity crushes don’t even look like you.

if you have cheating fantasies this is excellent. if you have ntr fantasies, excellent as well. what isn’t excellent, however, is how last time you poured wax on him while fucking him from behind, he buried his face into the pillow and whimpered out your coworker’s name.

he was very lucky you didn’t have more wax to splash him with

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

#ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #vox akuma #vox akuma x reader #luxiem x reader #luxiem #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en #ike eveland smut #luca kaneshiro smut #shu yamino smut #vox akuma smut #4402 writes #hear me out i just KNOW he can’t find the c/it