#// I'll share when he's out of the cage ❤️

[sanguine-salvation]

// when you hear someone you were once friends with might be stealing creature lore that you shared with them in private for their own stuff? ugh, fuckin sucks

well, at least that's a fire under my ass to make a sideblog I've been meaning to so I can write out those ideas in full

[dreamwritesimagines]

Since Logan sorta sees Charles as a father figure to himself (as stated in 'Logan') I really like the idea of Charles trying to get close to Sunshine when Logan and her start dating

Logan would be SO against it because he doesn't want to rush things or scare her off but Charles was not asking for permission 

- "Ms. (Y/N), would you care to join me in my office this afternoon before you retrieve your son for the weekend?"

"Is everything alright?"

"Oh, yes, yes. Everything is fine. Theo is fine. I was just hoping I could borrow some of your time to chat, nothing serious."

"Oh? Um, okay. Sure. No problem, I guess I'll head over as soon as I'm out of work."

-Sunshine and Charles hit it off because she starts to ramble and trauma dump but Charles is so here for it, he loves lore and gossip 

- Logan doesn't realize that they've been secretly bonding behind his back until Sunshine makes a comment about meeting with Charles before grabbing Theo 

- "I'll be with the Professor until like 5, if you don't mind grabbing Theo and grabbing dinner I can meet you guys at the apartment."

"Why do you have a meeting so late? Is Theo failing a class or something cause I can talk to him if-"

"Oh, no, it's just tea. I can try and get out early if you want me to get dinner instead."

"You're doing... Tea... With Charles..."

"We do most Fridays."

"Sonovabitch."

ASDFGHJKL THIS WOULD BE SO FUNNYYYYY😂

Sunshine would be so confused at first! Like she definitely thought it was something about Theo and then they became friends really fast😂

Charles is so here for it, he loves lore and gossip He does, he so does! ❤️

"I'll be with the Professor until like 5, if you don't mind grabbing Theo and grabbing dinner I can meet you guys at the apartment." Sunshine and Logan being so domestic, this is adorableee❤️

"You're doing... Tea... With Charles..." Logan.exe stopped working😂

And can you imagine like, when Charles start to share stuff about Logan as well? Like, Sunshine would turn to Logan one night after dinner, and go like,

"How come you didn't tell me you used to be a cage fighter?"

"Yeah I-hold on, who told you that?"

"Professor X. And he also said you weren't very nice when you first arrived at the institute."

"I was as nice as someone who woke up in a place he didn't know could be-"

"How does one become a cage fighter?"

"This is what you and Charles talk about when you're having tea?"

"Sometimes."

[imagining-in-the-margins]

CM Damsel/Dude in Distress Fics

Hey everyone! I want to start by saying thank you so much to everyone who participated - it was so much fun to write alongside you all, and I can’t wait to share everyone’s hard work. You are so appreciated, and the diversity only makes these events better.

Without further ado, here are all of the entries + recs for the Damsel/Dude in Distress Challenge!

S.R. SFW Fics (Fem!Reader)

Kryptonite by @foxy-eva: Spencer asks you to rescue him from a very scary spider in the bathroom

Safekeeping by @/foxy-eva: Spencer is there to protect you when a situation gets out of hand. 

Funny Thing Fate by me: Reader is tipsy and lost in D.C. when she spots a man she thinks might be able to help.

Rib Cage by me: Spencer realizes Reader is the one, but it might be too late. He has to find her.

I Choose You by @ofwilliamandwalter: What happens when the lowly stable boy, Spencer, and the royalist of princesses, Reader, fall in love?

So, a Wedding? by @ssahopelessly: Reader had the invitation for nearly three months, but she didn't take the time to find a proper date.

The Found Part of Lost by @ssahopelessly: When on the way back to the station, you and Spencer find a friend on the side of the road.

Explosion by @c-m-stuff: Reader and Spencer are married. When Reader risks her life, Spencer is relieved she's still breathing.

Rose Coloured Lens by @alleyholls: Reader cuts her finger while cooking and Spencer bandages her up.

But it's Better if You Do by @fortheloveofwonderland: The absolute last thing Spencer needs is to fall for you, the magnetic exotic dancer who Morgan and Luke pay to give him a birthday dance.

More fics below!

Assorted SFW Fics

Never Let Me Go by @/foxy-eva: [Tara/Reader] Who knew how easy it would be for Reader to find comfort in Tara’s arms.

The Friendship We Have is a Rare Find by @/cherubcurls (Ao3): [Spencer & Penelope] Penelope and Spencer agree to meet up to have a study session before finals, but they end up not studying at all.

Peas and Love by @/masterwords (Ao3): [Hotchgan] Hotch hurts his back and Hank takes very good care of him.

I'll Do It by @tobias-hankel (Ao3): [Hotchreid] Hotch saves Spencer from an interrogation gone wrong.

He'll Say He's Just Not the Same by @spencer-reids-adventures (Ao3): [Hotch & Spencer] Spencer suffers a depressive episode, and Hotch comes to check on him.

Who's Afraid of the Bogeyman? by PandorasDreaming (Ao3): [Spencer & BAU] When Spencer is kidnapped by Mr. Scratch, they must race against time to save him before his mind breaks.

Saved from the Rain by @leahseclipse: [Spencer & 10th Doctor] Spencer has an encounter with a strange man who saves him from the rain.

I Get By by @/GarlicBreadforJuliusCaesar (Ao3): [Gen Fic] The one where Spencer has a fight with a vending machine, and the BAU chip in to help.

Co-Creator Bonus List!

SFW Gender Neutral Reader

Kitten Love: Spencer’s vet begrudgingly agrees to an emergency house call.

Diamonds: Spencer comforts Reader when they have a bad pain day.

Rotten: Reader struggles to feel at home in their body following a trauma.

Melancholia: Reader has been acting weird lately, so Spencer makes a much needed wellness check.

Storm: Reader has a panic attack.

Bruises: The team is concerned when Reader shows up with bruises on their neck.

SFW Female Reader

Astraphobia: SSA Reader and Spencer share their most embarrassing fears.

Different Dialects: Autistic!Reader. Spencer is trying to tell Reader he likes her, but it feels like they speak entirely different languages.

Porcelain: Autistic!Reader has a meltdown in the cafe. Luckily, there is a Dr. Reid nearby.

Baggage Claim: Autistic!Reader is having a hard time at the airport.

Stranger Danger: Reader is a single mother having a very bad day.

From the Tree: The kidnapping case becomes personal when Spencer and Reader get a call from their nanny.

NSFW Female Reader

It’s Too Cliché ❤️: Reader and Spencer are the worst at friends with benefits. After an exchange of gifts & nasty words, the two reunite on a very eventful NYE.

Cupid & Psyche ❤️: Reader and Spencer get kidnapped by a rather romantic matchmaking unsub who demands they perform for him.

Big Bad Wolf (Part 1, Part 2): Spencer is overwhelmed by the apparent innocence of an elementary school teacher he meets on a case.

Thank you for writing and reading with me.

Let me know if you'd like me to add your story to this list!

[ohbo-ohno]

I love your works, especially the serial killer ghoap ones. I’ve had this thought on my mind for a bit. It’s not really dark, more fluffy(?) I just started playing ACNH again and it got me thinking, would serial killer ghoap let reader have a switch? I mean, poor reader has seen so much shit and needs at least a little bit of normalcy in their life. Ofc ghoap would monitor them while they played and such, which leads me to my next part. Let’s say reader has gotten stockholm syndrome and isn’t super phased by all the gore in stuff. Reader just sits in a little corner that maybe has pillows or blankets OR a cage that has pillows and blankets and shit like that. But reader just stays in that corner playing their switch while ghoap does their murder stuff. Idk, I feel it’d be a cute image. Ghoap just torturing someone while reader sits in a corner playing animal crossing. Sorry for rambling, I just really wanted to share this thought. Drink water and make sure to eat ❤️❤️❤️

someday i'll write the serial killer fic. i have a full outline of it. i have like 1k done. it EXISTS ok i PROMISE and i WILL post it. eventually

but in the meantime! questions are fun! (also tysm for saying you love my stuff, ily)

i think they'd absolutely let her have a switch <3 in exchange for good behavior

my reader inserts tend to be massive pushovers (mostly in an attempt to not give them so strong of a personality as to be distracting) but the serial killer girl is soft. i think the contrast of really rough ghoap with really soft reader is Primo.

but i also think ghost and soap would fucking eat UP having a soft little thing to take care of. i think this version of them would really get off on the corruption of it all, coming to their girl covered in blood and watching her try to keep her stuffies from getting stained red :( they loooove watching her get all teary and sniffly when they make her watch them torture people, love watching the way she tries to hide her pretty face :(

so of course they let her have a switch! they looove hearing her talk about all her little villagers, love when she tentatively shows them her new island setup <3

and that second part - do you know how hard johnny would get if he was torturing someone and saw his girl completely tuned out and just playing her little game? she'd be lucky if he didn't bend her over right then and there

[missameliep]

Growing up, reading has always been one of my favourite pastimes. I was fascinated by books and read different genres and basically any book I would get my hands on.

To nobody's surprise, I ended up choosing two majors in college in which reading was (and still is) absolutely necessary, but over the years most of my readings were related either to my studies or work and rarely for pleasure... (except for fanfic which has been an absolutely self-indulgent thing since I've discovered the genre in 2017 and it saved me from boredom during many sleepless nights with breastfeeding my daughter. So thank you, fanfic writers, you amazing and generous people ❤️) ...over the years so many books were left unfinished because of other tasks and responsibilities...

Last year I took a literature course on Black female writers with the amazing professor Roberta Araújo @/justa.causa, and I read a few of the books recommended for the classes, and what an incredible experience to branch out and get know authors that I probably wouldn't have read if I didn't take this course. For instance, I've never heard of Maria Firmina dos Reis and her novel Ursula, the first abolitionist novel in Brazil, even though I've studied Brazilian literature in school and have a bachelor in History, and it hit me how little I've read beyond the classics (and if you know Brazil and our Academia Brasileira de Letras you know how white and male dominated that means).

When 2024 started and I was kind of lost and really wanting to focus on some goals for the year, I decided to challenged myself: I added to my to-do list 12 books written by female authors, some of the books were from the authors we studied and others were books I've been dying to read for a long time like The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood.

And to my utmost surprise, despite all the things irl and exhausting routine, I've realized that in July I had already completed the challenge.

12 books was the initial goal, that I wasn't certain I would reach... But... Whenever I found a new interesting book I added it to the list and since I was reading some books in parallel anyway... I decided I'm not stopping now and see how many more I'll read till December.

I'm currently reading the historical romance Nada digo de ti, que em ti não veja by Eliana Alves Cruz, and loving it, such an intriguing story, and have about 30% of Maya Angelou's I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings to read.

This may seem like a small thing, but it brought me so much joy that I absolutely needed to share, because I feel like I need to celebrate even the small things and to let myself be excited with things again. And I am!

And talking about books always makes me happy and apparently inspired others too. My father who doesn't have any hobbies and constantly complains how he could no longer read, that his eyesight is bad, his memory is bad etc, read The Handmaid's Tale and The Testaments by Margaret Atwood in a spam of a few days and we talked a lot about the books too, which was really nice. Now I'm teasing him with the plot of Nada digo de ti, que em não veja, because nobody else read that one! 😂

And the more I read, the more I want to read and to write as well. Some days I was just like that writer who fell in love with Machado de Assis (and now Clarice Lispector too) all excited and wanting to read books in their original languages and all of that... but that'll be a challenge for another time!

[serregon]

Rules: Share the first lines of your ten most recent fics and then tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy—share anyway! Thank you @maironsbigboobs and @cuarthol for the tag❤️

these all come from drabble requests and ask games. technically someone else wrote the first line of the ficlets from the 1+4 sentence asks, so I'll be using the second line from these instead.

Aredhel blinked quickly as her eyes adjusted to the first sunrise outside the eternally dim realm of Nan Elmoth, a forest whose black sinewing trees cast a thick blanket on all but the faintest light of the sun.

The dream always ended the same way: a doe running from an unseen hunter, fear in her eyes as she lept off the ravine into the unknown depths.

Two silver heads stood out in the deep forests of Doriath like twin stars in a moonless sky, listening to the call of the ancient realm that no longer was.

Nerdanel wandered the orchard behind the place where her husband and sons used to call home.

When the baby bird became a man, he left his nest for a new cage.

As the Silmaril abandoned the last surviving son of Fëanor to fire, it too was abandoned to the sea.

When the Wyrm descended upon the battlefield, elves and men alike kept their distance, their arrows and slung rocks hardly flinching the beast.

Starlight was all Nellas had known; she did not call this time “night” as there had been no “day” to define its time in the cycle.

She woke up alone, clothed only in grasses clinging to her bare skin and a soft yellow glow.

Moonlight fell upon the realm, innumerable stars guiding Beleg’s travels outside of Doriath as he made his way to sacred grounds.

[myth-blossom]

How about Or3o's cover of Can't Help Falling In Love? That definitely my favorite version of the song but I'm also thinking of 47 and Diana's undying love and trust for each other. They will always be together no matter how difficult and emotional things get.

I'm totally imagining an angsty fic here but write it however you want! Believe me, I'll be ecstatic either way

A classic song and a great cover! 😊 thank you for sharing—I hope you enjoy the angsty goodness! ❤️

47 knew he was being followed. 

He crossed the Piazza della Signoria as some early morning traffic milled about, though the area would still be devoid of common tourists for a few more hours. He walked past many darkened storefronts that were not yet open at such an early hour, and he sensed his mysterious company staying behind at a safe distance between street lights to avoid raising suspicion.

His pursuer was not careless, in fact they were extremely cautious and would have remained undetected by any other prey. But 47 was exceptionally trained, plus he knew her habits and studied her carefully for years. He would lead Diana just a little further before she could confront him.

Diana followed 47 until they came to the wide area of the Piazza del Duomo. She watched 47 move towards the campanile’s entrance before he disappeared from sight around the corner. Looking at the large tower, she was grateful that she wore her boots with the more sensibly set heels. After waiting a few minutes, she headed towards the direction she had last seen him slip away to.

Diana remained careful but was relatively unconcerned with security around the bell tower, which was not yet open that morning to the public. If she were to hazard a guess, 47 intended to meet her somewhere near the top and, as a courtesy, would have disabled any security cameras as well as given any security guards an opportunity for a brief nap. It would be open to the public in a couple of hours, which hopefully gave them plenty of time to talk undisturbed.

414 steps to the top, Diana noted from a sign. She nodded with determination and began her climb up the old, narrow stairway. The quiet click of her heels against the old stone softly echoed with her ascent in the otherwise empty bell tower.

There were three landings in the tower where one could look out at the city and take a break before tackling the next section of steps. Diana took a brief pause at each level, watching the morning sun rising with her as she climbed the tower. Finally, she entered the very top section, an open-air walkway with a protective cage archway over the viewer as they walked along the bright roof tiles to see across Florence. From this height and particular hour, the sunrise highlighted the morning mist as it swept through the city and the hills beyond. 

Diana slowly walked up to 47 as he seemed lost in thought. She stood beside him and looked out over the city. “Do you always start your day with a brisk climb, 47?”

He softly chuckled but didn’t answer. After a moment, Diana continued. “Why did you leave?”

“Why did you follow?”

“It’s been two weeks, 47. No signal, no check-in. I was lucky to find you when I did.” Diana turned to look at 47. “You’re clearly suffering and I want to help. I hope you weren’t expecting me to stand by and let you deal with it alone.”

“I left because I thought I should put some distance between us.” 

“Because of Havana?”

47 rested his hands on the stone railing. “You were injured…”

“Yes, that’s a risk I accept when I’m in the field.” She examined him knowingly for a moment. “It’s not only that, is it?”

“No, it’s not only that.” He clenched one of his fists but otherwise remained passive. “I was distracted. My carelessness put you in danger.”

47 replayed that evening in his head numerous times since he left. The contract was a success and they were ready to leave the soirée without issue when he stopped, struck by the visage of Diana in the moonlight on the balcony. She smiled at him and, as his breath hitched and heart fluttered, he didn’t realize he was being noticed by an overly suspicious security guard. One bullet-filled escape later and he and Diana made it out back to their car for an exit, but not before Diana was struck by gunfire. It only grazed me, 47, I’ll be fine. He felt guiltier with each wince that she failed to hide as they made it back to the safehouse.

He sighed at the memory. “And afterwards I was…inappropriate.”

47 remembered trying to hide the redness in his cheeks as he patched up Diana, softly brushing at the exposed skin of her waist with antiseptic and then fresh bandaging. But she knew him well, and she tried to keep things lighthearted to distract him from his guilt and embarrassment at the situation. With Diana’s grace, her humor, the intimacy of the moment, and the very real idea that 47 could have lost Diana that night, it felt natural for him to suddenly pull her close and kiss her fiercely. 

He had pulled away from her soon after, realizing what exactly he had done as he looked at a surprised Diana. She stayed in a quiet shock as 47 handed her the pain medicine she would need through the night before walking away and shutting off the light.

“I knew I had to leave.”

“You should’ve stayed,” she admonished quietly. “We needed to talk about that…we still do. I wish you could trust me with that conversation.”

“I do trust you.” 47 turned to look directly into her eyes. “Diana, you deserve more than this.”

“More than what?”

“More than me.” 47 looked out at the misty cityscape. “Maybe in another life we could have been something more.”

“47, are you so preoccupied with ending lives that you’re forgetting to live yours? What’s stopping you from trying to have a life with me now?”

She reached for his hand, but pulled away when he flinched. Diana sighed and returned her hands to her pockets. “If your intent is to continue running, I do hope you change your mind, 47. You know how to find me.” 

When 47 made no move to speak, she slowly made her way towards the exit. Before she moved too far out of earshot, Diana paused and took a deep breath.

“I’ve thought about this too, you know. About us.” She spoke over her shoulder. “It’s always been you, 47. You hold my trust, my heart, and even my final breath, if it came to that.”

“Diana.”

She turned just as 47 closed the gap and pulled her into a deep kiss. Diana moved her hands from her pockets to pull him closer as he held her face in his hands. They lost themselves in their passionate embrace until the bells began to ring, bringing them back to the moment. They reluctantly pulled away from each other’s lips and leaned their foreheads together until the bells quieted. 

47 stroked Diana’s cheek with his thumb and kissed her once more. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She smiled hopefully. “So no more running?”

“No more running,” he promised. 

“Good, there’s no need to rush.” Diana gently kissed his smile. “We have a whole future ahead of us.”