#And it's hurting but not killing. You won't be like them

[entitled-fangirl]

Feel better.

Cregan Stark x wife!reader

SMUT SMUT SMUT

Summary: uh... Cregan relieves his wife's period cramps.

Warnings: blood, period stuff, cramps, fingering, p in v, making a bloody mess hehe, aftercare king!!!

A/n: Based on an ask!

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"C'mon," he tutted. "Get up, sweet girl. The North waits on you."

She groaned and rolled over to view him. In the light, he looked ethereal. She could stare at him all day. "The North waits on you, Cregan."

"And I wait on you. Therefore, we all wait on you."

"Fine," she groaned again, sitting up with Cregan's help. Truthfully, Cregan had pulled her up, but he let her think she was doing it of her own accord. 

He brushed her hair behind her ear. "There you are." His hand trailed down her neck, brushing the soft skin. "Oh," his voice lowered. "Is it time already?"

"What are y-" she didn't have to look. She could feel it.

Blood on the fabric of the bed and soaked into her nightgown. 

"Well," Cregan mused. "Suppose the North can wait on us a little longer."

"No. You should go."

His brow quirked down. "You feel alright?"

With a shake of her head, she flopped back down onto the bed. 

He chuckled and cooed at her. "My poor girl." He brushed a hand over her stomach, pushing gently to massage. But at her groan, he stopped. "How pitiful." He stood, leaning over and giving her a kiss before pulling his cloak over her shoulders. "I'll be back soon, alright? I'll cut petitions short and then I'll be yours."

…

True to his word, he appeared in their chamber again, throwing his cloak to the side without much thought. He spent time unlacing his boots, careful not to wake the half-asleep girl in the bed.

He lay in the bed next to her, pulling her into his chest and smiling when she shifted until she was comfortable. She stirred and finally opened her eyes. "Cregan?"

"Hm?" He asked. "What do you need?"

"Hurts," she muttered. "Hurts bad."

"Aw, c'mere." Though she was already near him, he lifted her onto him. He manhandled her until she straddled one of his legs, her torso resting against his. His hands massaged at her hips, pressing his thumbs into the skin and relieving the pressure. She let out a sinful groan against his neck. 

That continued for a while, the steady motion of Cregan's large hands rubbing her hips and stomach as she melted against him. 

Her breathing picked up, and her hips began to shift against his leg. 

Cregan's hands paused. Was she…?

He barely brought a leg up to brush against her. And surely enough, she whined deeply when it hit her core. "My love?" He questioned. 

"Please," she whined. 

He thought about it for a while. "Can I… Can I really help you, sweet girl?"

Her hips didn't stop, and her mouth began to gently nip at his neck. 

He wrapped a hand around her waist, the other on the back of her head. He flipped the two with ease, relishing in her soft pleases and whines. "Patience."

He adjusted the two, pulling her legs up to her chest in a stretch that made her groan. "I know," he cooed. He held her legs with one hand, pulling her nightgown up. "Let's take this thing off, hm?"

Managing it off her head, she laid bare, embarrassed and hurting. 

"I have you, my love. Keep your legs there." He forced her hands under her knees. "Just like that. For just a minute. It'll feel good."

He kept a hand on her stomach, between her legs, rubbing gentle circles.

With his other hand, he began to rub small circles on her clit. 

The sight was quite bloody, he wouldn't deny that. But he was a man. He'd fought and killed. 

Cregan Stark didn't mind blood.

Especially when it made her let out such pretty noises. 

He trailed that hand down to her slit, gently coaxing a finger in and cursing when it took him in so easily. It was a strange feeling, the warm blood coating his fingers and gushing around them. 

He'd talked to a friend about this once. Before he was married. He remembered what his friend said: Why have sex with them then if it won't give you a babe?

She wiggled and cursed appreciatively at him. She was tight. As he curled his fingers in, she was immediately overwhelmed, repeating a constant, "thank you, thank you" and "feels so good."

He had intended to just watch like this but when she began to beg for "more, Cregan. More, please," he knew he wouldn't leave her hanging.

That led to now.

He slowly rocked his hips into her, cursing at the ease in which he slid in. How was she so tight and yet taking him so easily? He could occasionally feel her tighten around him when he hit an especially sore spot. 

His lips didn't leave her face, tracing down her cheek, kissing her lips, leaving marks down her neck. He muttered sweet words under his breath. He knew she would be mortified when this was over, so the best he could do was give her reassurances now. "Feel so good," he whispered. "So perfect for me." "'M gonna help you out, hm?"

And once he felt her relax enough to take him completely, he began to really rock his hips. 

She pulled on his hair, letting out a grateful moan. "Don't stop," she sobbed. 

He kissed her cheeks, "I won't." His hand on her stomach froze. Fuck. 

He could feel himself through her- a small bulge felt under his fingertips.

He pressed down on his next thrust, intent on making her relax. 

She mewled, her voice giving out finally from the pressure and bliss and pain and all of it together. 

"You're gonna come when I say," he assured, taking complete control to let her give in.

She couldn't even deny him. She'd give him anything he wanted. 

"Can you do that?" He teased, pressing down of her stomach a bit harder. 

She mewled again, tears pricking in her eyes at the relief.

"So good," he praised. "Why don't you come for me. You earned it. Being so good. You'll feel better, pretty girl."

He felt her tighten around him and he cursed, pressing on her stomach to prolong the feeling for her.

…

"Feel a little better?" He asked gently as he set her on the bed.

She had drifted in and out of consciousness after their time together. Cregan had gotten her up and cleaned her up, bathing her carefully. 

Now, he sat behind her on the bed, brushing through her damp hair. 

She hummed a yes at him.

"Good," he mused. "That's good."

His brushing through her hair had become so relaxing that she began to drift off. Cregan caught her as she began to slump. He chuckled and tucked her in with a promise to stay by her side until she woke again.

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[kiryoutann]

i wanted to rant about simon.

what do you think so far like what are your actual headcanons for the canon simon vs this simon from this series?

my feelings about the actual simon is quite vague. i've read far more fanfictions than bothering with the actual material so my picture of his is not really...constant? idk

but with this simon, he scares me. just to think about people that can engage in such romantic and sensual acts with little to no feeling involved.

or the mc's father. her dad makes me feel such an anger and injustice that i don't know how to express it and i know we probably won't get a satisfying update on him.

you don't like your wife fine i could understand the distance between them, but how can somebody forget their child no matter if they share the same blood or not, after all the time he raised her

leaving all that behind just to start a whole new life. how can that not eat somebody alive

OHH this is actually a good question. honestly for me, simon is probably one of the hardest character to write about because he doesn't give away too much. too calm. too know-it-all.

we're just gonna talk about the romance aspects!

but based on my head-canon of the canon simon, he has those younger years where he avoids romance, but not this actively and aggressively. it's more because he has too much on his plate (anger management issues, PTSD, depression) than because he think he's not good enough for some happiness (but he also doesn't expect/hope for it.)

canon younger (probably 6-7 years after he killed Roba) Simon lives his life without the need for things to turn out in certain ways. as he gets older (yes, the 2022/2023 ghost) and better mentally, he's become a little more open to the idea, though.

he's still not actively seeking romance, settling on one-nightstands and things that don't require any strings attached. however, he's not completely closed off to the idea too. if he has someone he likes AND TRUST (this is already a high wall to get over), he might act on it. but again, not really actively pursuing it and knows he doesn't need it.

and this might come as a surprise, but he's actually the biggest flirt out there—well, at least when it's only the two of you. when in front of his taskforce, he goes back to acting like he's the calm, collected, cool, stoic, scary lieutenant that everyone knows. can't have you ruin his reputation, right?

"it's private but not secret," with him. though it's not loud PDA, sometimes he lets his hands linger in places like your waist, your hips, shoulders. his love language is act of service, gift giving, physical touch—he makes sure to always appreciate you with compliments and love affirmations, but he's never really a man who's big on words.

WHILE THIS SIMON, hmmm.. he's a bit more complicated. and a mess. at some point, you can think of him as the younger version of canon simon we just talked about to simplify it, but even that's not really accurate considering the different ways they handle "all that sappy stuff" (as simon would say). this one actively and AGGRESIVELY avoids romance.

and while they both (my ver. of canon simon and this simon) sort to flings and one-nightstands, the canon simon is more careful and actually follows the boundaries he draws himself. while this simon outlines the boundaries, follows his rules until an interesting bird enters his orbit, violates them, and destroys them himself before he goes around saying "you read that wrong, darling."

NOW, ABOUT THE FATHER. . .

RIGHT! in my opinion, it's better for them to get a divorce actually and Dad still plays a role in MC's life rather than just leaving her. like, i know it'll still hurt the MC but, at least she can still have both of her parents even though in different houses! at least she doesn't have to feel neglected in her childhood.

okay, you hate someone you thought you would love forever, but abandoning your child? whose very existence was created because of you? talk about the Dad will come up in the sequel. hell, he'll even make an appearance with his two ballet loving new daughters. imagine how MC will feel.

sadly, this happens a lot in real life. fathers leaving and starting a new life without thinking about his "old" family. how people shame single mothers but never the absent fathers. people shame many women who have "daddy issues" or call them "fatherless" yet never call out men's incapability of being a real, PRESENT father.

[deathofacupid]

⤷ in which you're the only one soft!sukuna treats this way .ᐟ

soft!sukuna who took forever to say "i love you" for the first time, and thank his ego for that.

when you'd said it for the first time, soft!sukuna couldn't do anything but let his face heat up, avoiding eye contact as if his life depended on it. of course, you knew his nature. you told him he didn't have to say it back, even though (on the inside, at least) you were hoping so much that he would. you just wanted him to know.

and god forbid, once you'd said it that first time, you couldn't stop.

soft!sukuna didn't end up saying it that day, but it didn't really matter. he showed you his love in different ways.

soft!sukuna, who shows you his said love in his own ways, remembers everything about you. the things you said once, then forgot. from your dreams in life to what you had for lunch last tuesday - if it has to do with you, the chances are, he'll remember it.

soft!sukuna who gets up earlier than you do (he doesn't enjoy sleeping in much), and on his morning walk, picks you a single flower from the estate's garden and leaves it on his bare pillow, right next to yours. soft!sukuna doesn't like it when you make such a big deal about it. you see it as you wake up, while he's showering. it's just a flower, in his view, but it makes you happy, so he'll do it for the rest of his life.

soft!sukuna who doesn't really understand human dating customs much, but he'll go along with it - well, most of the time. for example, when you first met him, you wanted to take it slow, so you went on some "test" dates. soft!sukuna was going to make you his anyways, so he thought to entertain it.

the idea of going on "dates" – pre-mating trials to assess compatibility, seemed odd to him. what he wanted, he got. there was no "testing" of anything.

you and soft!sukuna who had some communication issues at the start. he didn't get indirect communication - subtle cues, body language, or "reading between the lines" to express interest or disinterest. soft!sukuna never had a problem with saying what was on his mind, but for you, some things you didn't think really had to be said.

soft!sukuna who's the single most possessive and jealous man you've ever known. somebody looked at you the wrong way? they're a waste of space. he'll dispose of them later. or, hey, did their tone sound a little off? doesn't matter, they should've known better. maybe next time. oh, wait - there won't be a next time.

in fact, this one time, when a guy hit on you at the bar, you had to drag him out, begging and pleading him to not resort to murder.

soft!sukuna who can't bring himself to say no to you, because that pretty little pout tugs on his heart-strings. he thinks it's pathetic, how you've hexed him.

instead, all he can manage is huffy, begrudged "fine."

soft!sukuna who loves cuddles so much. he loves when you rub his back or stomach, not that he'd ever verbally say so. he may be soft for you, but there's still pride.

instead, whenever you're on the bed, he'll look at you a certain way, and you'll know what to do. he loves your touch, so soft and gentle. soft!sukuna has never had anything like it before. he doesn't know how he's lived all this time without it.

soft!sukuna who can be very blunt at times, unintentionally hurting your feelings. he doesn't mean it, he's just not used to being careful with his words. he never says sorry, but the second you get that pained expression in your eyes, mouth parted slightly, soft!sukuna is basically on his knees apologizing. it's nothing short of humiliating, to him, but he'd rather be humiliated than apart from you.

soft!sukuna who said those three words to you, for the first time, during an argument. you'd wanted him to start killing less, you couldn't bear all the lost lives of the innocent. he didn't like that very much. either way, it had escalated quickly.

but the second soft!sukuna saw those tears sliding down your cheeks, he had pulled you flush against his chest, murmuring soft apologies.

"okay, okay. don't cry. i'll do what you want. i love you."

how they slipped out so naturally, as if he weren't planning on saying it in the first place, it surprised the both of you. but when you looked at him, eyes wide with both love and shock, he decided it was the right thing.

soft!sukuna didn't regret it at all.

because both for and to you, soft!sukuna was the sweetest, most gentle man you'd ever known.

all banner credits to @anitalenia and @dollywons .ᐟ

[atlasscrumpit]

Hannibal x Reader

(you're the only one who knows who the copy cat killer is)

You sat in a cold basement, but you didn't mind it. You kind of enjoyed the cold, even if you were locked in a serial killers basement.

The door opened and you looked up to see Hannibal entering with some food.

"I've prepared a lovely meal for you, my dear. You can eat the entire plate if you cooperate and tell me what I need to know." He said as you glared up at him.

"You're wasting your time, I don't know who the copy cat killer is." You said with a simple shrug. Hannibal's face remained the same as he set the plate and knelt in front of you.

"I wonder why you're protecting them. Maybe they're someone close to you?" He said reaching forward to brush a hand through your hair.

"I did my research. You've had a hard life, haven't you, my dear? Hasn't been very easy for you and your brother." He said as you narrowed your eyes.

"You don't know anything about me or my family." You replied. Hannibal cracked a smile.

"This person is killing innocent people, even children and tarnishing the Chesapeake Ripper. Are you okay to sit back while this person kills and ruins lives? I didn't take you for a monster, Y/N." He taunted as you glared at him.

"Says the serial killer." You growled making him chuckle softly.

Hannibal slowly leant in closer and held your face in his hand.

"You've been abused, haven't you?" He asked as your eyes widened.

"No... No, I haven't." You growled making him smile, his thumb rubbing against your cheek.

"My dear girl. You underestimate my ability to read you. I can tell you've been abused most of your life, so vulnerable and fragile. You don't need to worry, my fear. I'm not going to hurt you like they do. But, it makes me wonder if the person you're protecting is the one who hurts you." He said in a low voice as you looked into his eyes, trying to keep up your facade.

He smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear.

"You haven't had affection, have you? No one to keep you safe. You don't have anyone but your brother...which made me come to the conclusion that he's the one you're protecting." He said as you looked into his eyes, your jaw clenching.

He suddenly gripped your hair tightly, tilting your head back.

He looked at the bruising on your neck.

"So, are you protecting him because you love him or because you're scared of him?" He asked letting your hair go as you felt tears in your eyes.

"I told you...I don't know." You growled as he sighed. He stood up and took the food.

"Perhaps you'll be more compliant when you haven't eaten." He said as you watched him leave, bowing your head and crying softly.

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Hannibal returned the morning of the next day, knowing you would be thirsty and hungry.

He entered the basement and saw you laying on the ground.

"You were right..." You whispered as he tilted his head.

"I'm right about a lot of things, my dear. Which one are you referring to?" He asked as you looked up at him with tired eyes.

"The killer is my brother." You whispered as he placed the food down once more.

He knelt and began to release your restraints.

"Good girl. You don't have to worry about anything else now." He said before gently picking your body up in his arms.

"Are you going to kill me?" You asked as he carried you out of the basement.

"I have to admit I've grown quite attached to having you around. No, I won't be killing you, but you will be remaining under my supervision." He said as you rested your head against his chest.

He brought you up to one of the guest room and laid you down.

You hadn't eaten for three days and your body was feeling it. You yelped when you felt a sharp sting in your arm.

"Shh, my dear. This is going to help you." He said before helping you to sit up.

"Stay put, my dear. I'll get you some food." He said, even though he knew you couldn't walk by yourself.

After a few minutes he returned with a bowl of thick looking soup.

"This will be enough for the moment until your body is stronger." He said before helping you sit up and lean against him.

He brought the soup up to your lips and began to feed you, you didn't care to protest, you were too hungry.

Once you finished the bowl of soup you leant against Hannibal, he enjoyed the warmth of your body against his. He gently placed his hand on your hip and pushed you to relax against him even more.

"Good girl. You've done very well, my dear. Now, you just need to rest and let me nurse you back to health." He whispered taking in your scent and sighing.

He couldn't let you go now.

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

Hello and

HAPPY NEW YEAR hope you have a great day :3

(also thank you for the last answer to my question)

How warlords would help reader who has chronic pains and struggles with their mental health? Would they try to find a way to manage their pain? would they constantlly hower around the reader? would they be more worried? Or would they just comfort reader?

They would one hundred percent comfort Reader. Cuddles and hugs to keep her warm while also trying to help make the pain go away. They hate seeing their wife hurt or just in pain.

Before the curse is broken, they would cuddle up with her and attempt to make her feel better. Sure, at this point, you're not their wife, but they see you as it (even if one of them won't admit it yet).

After the curse is broken, you know these two are going to try and do their best to find medical remedies. Maybe some mystical plant that can stop pain, or maybe a pendent that does the same. Something that can help you, they will find it.

>>>

A small sapphire pendent dangled from Macaque's hand. He held it out to you with a warm smile.

"I know you still don't believe I'm Plum. And I also know you are still keeping a distance, but this isn't for either of those. This can help sooth the pain from your migraines and muscle aches. You don't even have to consider it a Courting gift, I just hate seeing you in pain," he explained softly while continuing to hold the necklace out to you.

Your eyes flicked to the necklace in his hand and you scowled. You didn't know if it was cursed, maybe it was some sort of love spell. It could be all sorts of things, this- this monster destroyed an entire innocent village... you can't trust him- ouch. Your hand held the side of your head as another headache arose.

"Beloved, please. Just take it, I hate seeing you in so much pain," his words were sincere, and his eyes held not sign of deceit. You just... I wasn't sure if you had the guts to believe him.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Wukong with his arms crossed and a glare on his face. He was used to fighting through his problems, killing whatever he didn't like... he couldn't kill your headache and it was driving him mad!

Maybe you could trust them... just this once.

Happy belated new year to you too! Sorry I answered this so late. I hope you enjoyed it 💞

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Compromising Positions: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Summary: An unsub is targeting and killing married couples, and you and Spencer go undercover in hopes of drawing out the unsub. Not only does it not work, but it opens a can of worms you don't think Spencer is ready to open.

Season Six Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

x

You walk back into the apartment and take a seat across from Maryann. You don't want to confront her right out so you decide to ease her into the conversation and target your inner Spencer.

"So, I read this pretty fascinating theory recently. It said that humans weren't designed to be monogamous and that in our hunter-gatherer phase, women took several mates. The idea was that if the men in the tribe didn't know who the father was, they'd all be more invested in the child. Interesting, right?"

"I guess," she shrugs.

"While I would never judge you or the way you live your life, I do think the only reason you got into it was to make James happy. Just like how you only got pregnant after his surgery to make him happy, only, I don't think that it's working."

"That's not true. James is overjoyed to be a father."

"Look, I'm only going to say this because I know it's true. You can deny it all you want but I know you know the truth. I know James is hurting you. Maybe not physically but he is hurting you. I also know you love him and you want to make him happy because how can the man you love be such a monster, right?"

"No, you're wrong," she says, her voice cracking at the end.

"You got pregnant after his surgery because you thought that would make him happy. For a while, it worked. Then, I'm assuming when you started showing, he got angry because he knew this child was not his. It's someone else's which only reminds him that he can't provide for his family. For an alpha male, that must be soul-crushing. I think that your pregnancy drove your husband to try to recreate those parties so he could feel in control again. Only, instead of swinging, he's killing people."

"Why won't you people listen to me? He's not capable of doing that!"

"How about killing the man who got you pregnant? Do you think he's capable of that?"

"No, because you'd be lying. This is his baby."

You take out the files of the unsolved murders that the detective brought over and lay them out in front of her.

"These files are recent unsolved murders, men who have been killed since you conceived. Now, if I'm right about your husband, I think that the father of your child is somewhere in here." You open the first one and lay it open in front of her so she can see the victim's picture and crime scene. "Bob Atkins? Is it him?"

"I can't believe this," she scoffs.

You open another one and show her. "James Boyd?"

"You don't give up, do you? You just can't accept the fact that my husband and I love each other." You open another folder and present it to her. She keeps talking. "Yes, we have an unconventional marriage, but that's not a crime. We have a strong relationship." you open another one and lay it in front of her. "James respects me. He would never do anything--"

She stops talking when she sees the one you just laid down. She lets out a strangled cry and you know you have your man. She finally believes you which means you can move on to the real questioning. You take the files away from her so she doesn't have to look at them and give her five minutes to compose herself. She picks up the landline phone and calls her husband but it goes straight to voicemail.

"It went straight to voice mail. He must have turned it off."

"Maryann, we need you to tell us what you and your husband used to do before you got married. What were your habits?"

"Do you mean like where we went on dates?"

"No, your sexual habits. Think about it. You don't just jump into swinging. Most people have games building up to it. What were they?"

"He'd sometimes pretend to pick me up. We'd meet at a bar. I'd arrive and he wouldn't be there. He was in the back watching me."

"What were the names of the bars you went to?" you ask and take out your notepad.

"Just one. Dunley's. It's at the town mall."

You nod and write the name down. "How did the game end?"

"He'd make me dress provocatively. He wanted guys to hit on me, and then when I'd show some interest, James would step in and seduce me back to him."

She's been through enough trauma for one night so you leave local police with her while your team heads to Dunley's. You don't want to go storming in because then he might shoot a bunch of people so you have to play this safe. Derek walks in without his FBI vest to see if he's in there and returns moments later.

"He's in the middle of the bar. There's no way to take him down without risking collateral damage. If we go in there, he'll start shooting up the place."

"He'll do that anyway. This guy's looking for a spark," Emily says.

"Hotch, let me go in there. I'll be your distraction. He's gone back to his old patterns. He wants to play the game he played with his wife."

"Debra Wilson played that game and it got her killed, Y/N," Derek says.

"Hotch, do you trust me?"

"Yes." You begin stripping yourself of anything that would suggest you're in the FBI including your weapons. "Keep his focus off the crowd long enough for us to take him down."

"I can do you one better. I can bring him out here. Just wait for us to leave."

"You're confident enough to separate himself from the crowd?"

"Yes but knowing you, you'd stand by and enter the bar anyway. Just wait for my signal. If I touch my nose, then you know to come in."

"Okay."

Once you look presentable, you head inside the club. You fluff your hair up, pull your shirt down to expose more of your breasts, and pinch your cheeks to give yourself a rosy look without using makeup. You pass by a couple who are making out at a booth, and the woman's purse is lying on the seat next to her. You hate doing this but it's for the greater good. You swipe the purse without her knowing and walk over to the bar where James is. He has his hand inside his jacket pocket ready to pull out his gun when you step right next to him.

"James!" You grin and put the purse on the bar. "I thought that was you." He looks surprised someone knows him here. "How's Maryann?" He still doesn't say anything. "Oh, you don't remember me? We met at a party."

"We did?"

"Yeah. I walked in with Brian one night. He'd been part of the scene more than me, and I got a little curious if I'm honest. You were with Maryann and I immediately took a liking to you. You sent Maryann over to Brian just to get the ball rolling when I walked up to you. They got into it, we got into it, and we all did. Brian didn't stop talking about that for weeks," you laugh.

"Look, I'm sorry. I really don't remember you," he stutters.

"It's okay. I'm Y/N. Maybe that will refresh your memory." It doesn't. "So, do you still hit the scene?"

"No, I don't."

"Yeah, me either. I came here tonight hoping to find a real man. Lucky for me, I found you," you smile sexily.

You pull your hair to the side and expose your neck, and his eyes drift down your neck and over your breasts before returning to your eyes.

"You sure we've met?"

"It's hard to forget a face like yours."

"So, where's Brian?"

"He's not around anymore."

"Yeah. Well, that happens... Lose your boyfriend. The scene will definitely do that."

He's testing you. He said the word boyfriend. Alpha males look to other alpha males, and they are always married. He's waiting for you to sip up, but you don't.

"No, not boyfriend. Husband. Come on, boyfriend?" you scoff. "You know this. We look for someone stable and secure. You know, someone who poses a real threat. It's how the fantasy works."

James smirks, having fallen for your act. He removes his hand from his jacket and presents his elbow for you to take.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

"Of course."

You hook your hand in the crook of his elbow and walk to the exit where you know your team is waiting. It doesn't take James more than five seconds to realize what is going on, and he turns to you angrily. He whips out his gun to shoot you but is shot by Derek instead. No one had any time to remove the weapon from him.

"Are you okay?" Hotch asks.

"Yeah, he didn't touch me."

The worst thing Maryann will have to go through is the loss of her husband but at least he's not out hurting people anymore. You're safe and sound back in your bed to which you decided to go to bed early. Spencer and Derek are going to hang out for a few hours so he's waiting for his friend to come over.

"Hey, I called the restaurant and they have an opening they can fit us in. They're pretty busy."

Spencer opens the bedroom door to make sure you're sleeping, which you are. He can hear your soft snores coming from the bed. He closes the door as quietly as he can before walking over to Derek.

"I need your help."

"With what?"

"Picking out a ring because I want to ask Y/N to marry me."

Derek is ecstatic that he's taking this step to further your relationship with you, but Frank isn't. In fact, Frank is pissed. His first thought is to go over there and slit Spencer's throat for having the idea. Then, a lightbulb goes off in Frank's mind, and he leans back in his chair with a wicked grin on his face.

How amazing would it be for you to bask in the happiness that is Spencer Reid only for it to be taken from you at a moment's notice? It's going to take a lot of work on Frank's part but there is only one person you belong with and that's him, and he's going to make sure you never get the chance to marry Spencer.

"We all wear masks and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing our own skin." - André Berthiaume

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[gardensnakie]

I like dragon loop cause. cause

The relationship would CHANGE, between them and Siffrin- it's different guys- you hear? New scenorios gang??!?

The inhuman creature is so appealing, the huge abstract being wants to help me! Siffrin would fall in love with the security, the dependence would be more obvious. And Loop isn't worried about being physical with him, something about a disconnect from their old human-self that makes them now a self-proclaimed monster/beast/creature, what they do isn't human, its no human touch- so why worry about it?

Loop is way stronger than Siffrin in that form, they occasionally like to snatch him off the ground with their claws, pin a piece of his cloak down with his claw and watch him struggle to pull it back, wrap their tail around Siffrin to trap them, all those silly things. Until it escalates in way where Loop does it to get what they want from Siffrin- like, uh, convincing them NOT to use their dagger on themselves.

Loop thinks that soon they won't be able to resist the temptation to squeeze him until he pops. Ough... but that brings back bad memories. They are brought back to their senses when Siffrin bites them in retaliation. Loop holds him tighter, they hear Siffrin's muffled cry, but he doesn't let go- his teeth try to dig deeper. It doesn't even hurt.

It's so pathetic. So pathetic that he'd rather fight until he died. Rather than just giving in. They really want to use that blinding dagger so bad? What a stupid, pitiful, and selfish animal they are! They ought to kill him right now if he wants to play weak, defenseless prey, who can only squirm and writhe before death- As if the way out wasn't right in front of them!!!

They don't bother to throw him down gently, Siffrin makes a pathetic noise when he hits the ground. Loop tries to speak, but they can't remember what was said. And Siffrin has already fled by then, committed to saving a meaningless amount of time.

They are too exhausted and numbingly furious to think clearly. It leads them to conclude that if Siffrin attempts to "save time", they would make sure that he remembers the worth of having a body that belongs to him the next time they dare show their face again. No matter how grueling the process, no matter how painful it would be, no matter how long it took.

The anger came to pass, as much as it could anyways, so Loop didn't attempt to make Siffrin suffer for his stupidity when he eventually came back. They cooed at him instead, Siffrin looked so shaken the last time they interacted, he still looks so wary. How cute!

The occasional 'wake-up calls' after every few loops stopped happening. Neither of them brought it up again.

So, anyways, isn't dragon loop cool, guys? Isn't this conclusion sht? sorry I got ahead of myself I HAD TO MY MIND WAS FLOWING

[goldenstorm0]

my thoughts might change later, aaaah I feel like I can get the emotion I think would happen a lot better as a drawing, but whatever. it's gonna be a hot second before I draw this, so rambles for now

but like,, we can all tell that twilight has got some Trust Issues, maybe for good reasons due to job and whatever hell his childhood was, but still. He gets suspicious of everyone, he lies a fuck ton, especially in regards to his emotions. I mean dammit he lied to nightfall about why he didn't kill yuri in the wheeler arc, idk if the lie was more for nightfall or himself

but like the thing that he's building with yor is different. like yeah he is still lying a ton, he might think yor is lying about her strength/childhood/whatever at least on some sort of subconscious level, but he is still trusting her a lot more than he usually does. To keep this fake marriage a secret, to help with Anya, to not fuck it up with Melinda. and I think as the series goes on he'll just open up more, get more comfortable around her. And although he is not there rn, he'll start to really actually trust her in a way that he never has before

So, when he finds out that she's been lying to him, not just a lie but one as big as his, it's going to Fuck Him Up. like he finally opens up to someone and it ends up that she is basically almost everything he's ever feared, someone who goes and systematically murders entire organizations (i can for ages about the Garden, i don't trust them, but that's distracting)

and like, as hypocritical as it would be, I think he would be mad at her, and even more mad at himself. her for lying about something so dangerous, and himself for a) being mad at her when he is doing the same thing, b) himself for allowing himself to have emotions for someone and letting them hurt him. And it'll all be really messy emotions, shit that he has never dealt with before, and he just. won't know how to handle it. Cause you can't really train for that

anyway, I want to draw a recent post-reveal comic where twilight is just, angry and not handling shit well and gets drunk, and goes home and fights with yor and feels really bad about it, idk have a weird late night talk with Anya where she says one of those weirdly smart things kids sometimes say, then he and yor make up and make out sloppy style afterwards

[bullet-prooflove]

The Right One: Endeavour Morse x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @caffeinatedwoman @lieutenantcrosby @to-grow-in-and-to-love @gwyn73

Companion piece to:

Next Time - Morse doesn't expect to meet his soulmate on the lawn at Oxford.

Bruises - You see to Morse's care after a beating.

Rarities - You and Morse discuss the fact your differences.

Morse spends the night hallucinating.

It’s what psychedelics do, they take every single trauma you’ve ever endured and they wrench it right out of you, bringing it to the surface.

He sees the dead, their cold lifeless eyes boring into him as their fingers caress his skin like a lover, the scratch of their nails stabbing into him like needles with every stroke. He feels the red hot warmth of his own blood, blitzing out of him from the stab wound in his right flank, pouring though his fingers hands as he bites back the agony. He hears the ‘pop’ of the gun he was shot with before the bullet burrows into the flesh of his thigh like a spider tunnelling under his skin to lay it’s eggs.

It goes on for over twelve hours, the screaming, the crying, the pleading until he’s overwrought and exhausted, whimpering  as your fingertips brush the wayward curls from his forehead.

“I want to kill the person who did this to him.” You tell Fred Thursday as your thumb ghosts over the light dusting of freckles that mar his cheek. “I want to hurt them…”

You trail off then because you don’t have the words to describe your feelings towards the person that has hurt the only person you love this world.

“You needn’t worry about that.” He tells you as he settles into his seat. “She won’t be seeing the outside of a cell for the rest of her natural life.”

“Good.” You say spitefully as you trace your fingertips over Morse’s cheek. He mumbles in his sleep, turning into the comfort of your palm the same way he does when the two of you are at home in bed together.

“You know I wasn’t quite sure of you when he first brought you around. A woman like you and a man like him, I thought it was destined for heartbreak.” He admits as he toys with the brim of his hat.

“Because he’s so quiet and I’m so outspoken?” You ask him as you take up residence in the chair beside him. “Or because he’s a detective and I’m  anti-establishment.”

“You do have a wilful disregard for convention.” He remarks, gesturing at your red high waisted trousers and black turtle neck. The women in his life, they favour dresses and skirts, you’re an anomaly, one that he wasn’t sure was good for his detective constable in the beginning. “I thought you’d tire of him, of his funny little ways but now I see you here, caring for him…” He rubs the back of his hand across his mouth. “You’re in love with him aren’t you?”

“Does that surprise you?” You ask him, tipping your head towards him with a tight red lipped smile. “Are feminists not supposed to fall in love?”

“I rather thought your lot were against it.” He states, shrugging his shoulders. “That you thought marriage strips away your identity, your independence.”

“No.” You say softly, turning your attention back to Morse.  “Not if they’re the right one.”

“And is he the right one?” Fred persists, his analytical eyes studying the profile of your face as you reach out and smooth a wayward curl away from Morse’s features.

“I guess we’ll have to see.” You say softly. “Won’t we?”

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[seekingxanadu]

I love this scene for many reasons. This scene is the culmination of 23 days and 7 episodes of Victorian flirting as they crossed Mesopotamia. From "Don't let emotions get in the way" -> hah will you look at that emotions emotions everywhere not the place to openly share in that final scene.

By now Nate's probably got an idea he's leaving the Corps soon- these two communicate with their eyes a lot and a full frontal stare at this point seems to point to (a) they are equals now, no longer superior and subordinate, an acknowledgement they SEE each other, (b) a latent promise "look me up, yeah?" once that status quo change occurs. This is two warriors who fought the pull and are giving in.

Nate's character has struggled with his preset ideas of what he will endure and how far he will go throughout the series. His ideals may have taken a beating but he's also a very pragmatic individual capable of improvising on the spot - and he has made several decisions or is on the cusp of them, decisions that will drastically change the trajectory of his life. Which now includes Brad too. It looks like defeat, so why is he so relieved?

For Brad, he is out of combat zone, he has had a shower, probably taken a good shit and has made his peace with what happened DURING the war. Brad is a career Marine, there are other theaters of war waiting for him; but his personal life has a good chance at another theatre. Brad has a chance to move on from the box of nostalgia he's trapped in. There are no defeats here, it's all good - and Brad is shiny and expectant.

To this, add a Ray looking well-clean, no sheen of uppers, a drink in hand - Brad was concerned, worried about Ray's state of mind during their mad dash across Iraq and after his brawl with super Rudy; this is assurance Ray is good now. That's a relief, his team is intact. Same with Ray as last man standing with Trombley- as he said before, Trombley may be a psycho but he's their psycho. Ray won't leave him alone as the others walk away - in hurt, disgust, or dismay - but Ray will walk away once they are all gone. Ray may give oversmart middle brother vibes with Brad and the team - but man is loyal.

This went on too long and rambling but Generation Kill packs so much nuance for a 7 ep series, it has no right really. And any discussion on Brad and Nate's eye fucking, eye fighting, and their poetic loyalty to higher ideals that makes one a definitive warrior and the other a heroic leader (an oxymoron in post-WW2 warfare), is so exciting to chew and ruminate.

Ok fam, I need someone to explain me this scene. The writers were clearly doing something here, with Brad sharing a look with Nate, but he ultimately walks away. And then he expects Ray, having obviously planned ahead to bring him a cup, to also walk away, but then he stops, and realizes Ray is still there. And then they share a look and a smile like it's some kind of inside joke? Explain yourselves!

I'm sure this is just my BradRay glasses but I really can't think of an explanation for what it's supposed to convey. Anyone have thoughts?

[creatureshrieks]

sorry my final girls are on my mind because it's the trope of all time. it's being a victim of a fate you do not deserve, that you have done nothing to deserve, that by simply being you you are someone that the world wants to suffer, it wants to see you die. it wants to take everything from you because it knows it can. you will be tortured, you will lose so, so much, and you will persist. because you have to. it's becoming someone corrupted, the hero of the story but never making it out unscathed. it's carrying scars, it's carrying the trauma, it's looking at the worst darkness and knowing it has looked back. it's carrying it with you, feeling it cling to you and refusing to let you go. To be transformed by forces you can not control. To lose yourself to save yourself. It is embodying parts of the monster you want to kill. It's knowing that you will always be connected, no matter how far you run. You do not end a story the way you started.

And you will ever be the same again.

[crabussy]

IS ANYONE ELSE FEELING KIND TODAY!!! IS ANYONE ELSE FEELING GENEROUS TOWARDS OTHER PEOPLE!!! IS ANYBODY ELSE BEING KIND AND TRYING TO UNDERSTAND EVEN WHEN ITS HARD!!! IS ANYONE ELSE ASSUMING THE BEST OF OTHERS INTENTIONS AND RESPONDING IN KIND!!!! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME

[itsnobodysproblem]

Most Sherlock Holmes adaptations I've seen tend to place their Final Problem towards the mid point of the series (or even a bit earlier) - it's also in my opinion the best way of going about it, so you have time enough for the characters to adjust after the reunion but they know each other well enough for the events of Fina to be devastating.

Sherlock & Co is done with 20 of the adventures. How many are there? Fifty-something? Almost sixty? Let's say we'll be entering mid-point territory after the 25th story.

So let's pretend for a moment that we have 5 more stories until The Final Problem. Ok.

Estimating an adventure at 3 episodes each, that would mean little over 3 months - maybe 3 and a half? Starting, of course, from the end of Sign of Four, which will be somewhere in December.

So let's say 3, maybe 4 months into 2025. That would be, what? Late march, early april?

Early april?

John having to tell the listeners that Sherlock is dead, in early april?

Quick calendar search reveals what I was praying it would - the 1st of april will be on a Tuesday next year.

So what I'm saying

What I'm saying is Sherlock &Co has the opportunity to do the funniest fucking thing

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #125

AU where Thanos never happened and the Rogues eventually return. They've been pardoned and they're supposed to get the team back together, but there's still tension. A lot has changed.

Tony has told them repeatedly to never call in Spider-Man for backup. Steve doesn't understand or approve. He assumes Tony is just holding a grudge, trying to keep this new, obviously powerful recruit on his own side. 

One day, Tony is caught up in SI business somewhere when a mission comes up, and they need extra hands. Steve decides to call in Spider-Man.

At first the mission goes smoothly, but then of course things take a turn. All hell breaks loose.

Tony taps into comms not long after to tell them he's on his way. He's left his meeting and is flying as fast as he can, though he's still a long way out. Somehow, Tony figures out that Peter is there. (Maybe he overhears Peter quipping, maybe Steve casually references Spider-Man.)

One way or another, he figures it out. He goes deadly quiet, then switches to a private comm with just Steve.

Tony is betrayed, aggravated, terrified and trying to bury it (and not doing a very good job), and honestly kind of bitter and insulted that Steve can't hear his obvious fear. Steve is annoyed at Tony's childish stubbornness, assumes the man is just mad at things not going his way. Still in the midst of battle, he dismisses Tony's concerns.

Then, Spider-Man gets hurt. Bad. Tony had already been frantically trying to get there faster when he heard the kid was there, but he still doesn't arrive in time.

At some point -- maybe there on the battlefield, maybe later in med bay when Steve arrives to chew Tony out for leaving with Spider-Man instead of staying to help -- at some point it becomes abundantly clear that Peter is Tony's son.

(Bio, adopted, emotional, doesn't matter)

It becomes clear that Tony wasn't making Spider-Man off-limits for selfish reasons. Steve, blinded by his own view of Tony, was unbelievably wrong. 

It turns out, he had just been trying to keep his son safe.

Bonus:

If the reveal does happen later in med bay, there could even be a moment after the battle where Steve, fuming about Tony's lack of help and general inability to be a team player, is intercepted by Rhodey.

Maybe Rhodey arrived just after Tony (flying from the same meeting, but Tony freaked out and raced ahead) and then stuck around to help finish the fight. His reaction to Steve's unempathetic and baseless reading of his best friend is stone cold.

Bonus 2:

Steve fails to notice or understand Rhodey's meaning. Then he gets to med bay and is faced with the image of Tony holding a sleeping Peter on the hospital bed, glaring right across the room at him.

Both of them completely aware of what Steve had assumed, all these years, about the kind of person Tony was

[crimeronan]

some of you are like "aw, you've written a super close codependent sibling relationship" about princess AU luz and hunter, which is a totally fair interpretation. however whenever i'm writing them it's Always from a default of "it's actually weirder that you guys aren't into each other" and "this is a tortured romance that happens to be completely platonic."

[aroaceleovaldez]

Every description about Nico (especially the canon ones) describing him as “cold” can personally fight me. Nico is jaded, yes, and often closed-off and sometimes stand-offish and defensive but he is not "cold”. He cares SO SO SO MUCH about EVERYONE. He loves and cares with his entire heart constantly and that is a core part of his character. He doesn’t often make public shows of his affection but he takes care to be kind when it matters and doesn’t hide that he does care (usually, the only exception really being him being in the closet, but even then he only hid his crush specifically and not the fact that Percy is important to him). He fine with hugging his friends in front of a crowd and will sit with strangers at a campfire just so they’re not alone. I mean, heck, he’s an extrovert! We know this! He actively seeks out people and gets lonely very quickly and easily! If he can’t talk to living people he will chat with the dead! That’s how much he thrives on being social!

The only time Nico has ever been actively “cold” was the couple of months between TTC and BoTL when he was actively mourning Bianca. Nico is not “cold.” He loves so much and he does show it, just in his own way.