#such a sweetheart of a man

[timethehobo]

Just a sweetheart. 💚

[mischievous-thunder]

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Such a feisty pretty thing

[clickbeetle]

plushy beel’s face is everything to me. he is literally the kindest sweetest demon in the series and yet his resting bitch face is fucking lethal

his heart says <3 but his face says >:/

[askfordoodles]

That one Emmrich banter with Neve about how someone in Minrathous sold him fake talismans and he's just incredulous that someone would even think to do that :0 😅

He really was pulling full 'do you really think someone would just go on the internet and tell lies???!' meme energy, like oh my sweet summer child, who always assumes the best in people...

Neve be like, 'oh yeah that guy lol, I know him'

and Emmrich is in full 'why are there no regulations for this? I thought mages were respected in Tevinter???' >:0

Neve just countering with the ole "why do you think I'm always so busy" xD

[batboopp]

batman should be campy because a billionaire playboy orphan who witnessed his parents get shot in front of him, who then started dressing up as a flying rodent while fighting a clown, a lawyer, a plant lady, and some other rich guys is inherently campy. it’s silly and tragic and confusing all at once. let him be campy again plz 💔

[austinslounge]

People Think We Like Austin Butler Because of THIS:

But We Actually Like Austin Butler Because of THIS:

🌸🌸🌸

❤️🥹

[browneyedbabykitten]

[kristiliqua]

CHUNSIK MY BELOVEDDDDDD

[ghost-bxrd]

NO ONE SPOILER ME PLEASE

but I’ve started playing Spider-Man 2 and, respectfully, I would die for Harry Osborn.

[timethehobo]

Just finished Emmy’s personal questline and am too full of feels rn so all I have is a tiny doodle tonight. I love him sm. 😭

[mischievous-thunder]

Point to be noted, M'lord. From then on, they only chose to show each other that they would sacrifice themselves to save each other.

[cowboy1ikereid]

the archer ~ s.r.

‘Dark side, I search for your dark side, but what if I'm all right, right, right, right here?’

Summary: When you focus so much on wanting to care for Spencer that you begin to lose yourself, and he notices.

Warnings: fem!reader x post prison!spencer, references to ptsd, reader bottles up her emotions and needs a good cry, spencer confronts her and then comforts her, a tiny bit angsty but mostly comfort, established relationship, spencer is a sweetheart who just wants you to communicate with him, reassurance, pet names (honey/sweetheart), reader is the archer coded, inspired by the archer by taylor swift

Category: Angst x Comfort

Word count: 1.3k

Author's Note: This is my first ever one shot/fic that I've ever uploaded, so please be kind and I hope you enjoy!! Feel free to leave me any advice. ily <3

It had been four months. Four months since Spencer Reid had last set foot into the BAU. Four months since he had been arrested in Mexico and sent to prison. Two months since you had seen him during the visiting hours when it was your turn.

He’d looked so worn down. Completely broken, and it broke your heart. You never imagined seeing him like that. Not the nerdy, sweet and intelligent man you’d loved so dearly. He became an entirely new person, but you didn’t treat him as such. You’d been your bubbly, cheery self as always. The happy mask slipped onto your face almost too easily considering your boyfriend was in a maximum security prison, and Spencer knew that. He knew you weren’t being genuine, but he didn’t have the energy to call you out on it. When you’d returned back to your shared apartment after the visit, you’d broken down that night, sleeping in his shirt and drinking from his favourite Doctor Who mug. He hated it when anybody else used his plates, cups or cutlery, but with you, he never seemed to mind… not when he was around, anyways. It was no different to a kiss, you’d supposed.

But that was two months ago. Now, Spencer had been free from prison for a month, and he was still adjusting to normal life. He was constantly on edge, and he couldn’t take showers by himself anymore. Not unless you were there. Whenever he ate, he wolfed his food down like he was afraid somebody would take it away - like somebody was about to tell him that lunch time was over. His life had been completely flipped around when he’d gone to prison, and you’d wanted to make sure everything was the same when he returned home. You wanted his surroundings to feel familiar. No more unnecessary change. But you were starting to think it wasn’t working.

Trying to keep so happy all of the time was taking a toll on you, but you were trying to do it for Spencer. He had enough on his plate, and the last thing he needed was to deal with your struggles, right? You thought that he was too absorbed with his own issues to notice yours, which you’d decided were much less serious in comparison, but he had noticed the darker side to yourself that you tried to keep under wraps.

You were reading a book on the sofa, glasses perched on the tip of your nose, hair thrown up into a ponytail and one of Spencer’s sweaters hanging off your frame when he approached you. 

“Honey?” He said softly, sitting down next to you on the sofa and drawing your attention from your book. You looked up to him quickly, eyebrows slightly furrowed as you hummed in response. “Can I talk to you?” He continued, placing a hand on top of yours comfortingly. Just from his tone, you could tell it would be a serious conversation. One that you weren’t sure that you were prepared to have, but you accepted anyway. If he needed you, you’d be there for him. No matter what. 

“Of course. Anything.” You nodded, unintentionally releasing a deep sigh.

"Are you okay?" He said simply, his hazel eyes showing concern. You bit your lip, unsure of how to answer. He was a profiler, after all. If you lied to him, he'd be able to tell instantaneously. But you didn't want to worry him. That was the last thing he needed right now. You didn't trust your words, and so you nodded sheepishly, not seeming too sure. You used to vent to Spencer all of the time before he went to prison, but now you were aware that he had problems of his own to deal with, and to you, your own seemed far less important in comparison, so you bottled up your feelings and acted like you were fine, even if you weren't.

Truth be told, you didn't even know why you felt so down. It had just been a tough few weeks with Spencer returning and being so different, but that wasn't his fault. Life in general was catching up to you, and it was exhausting.

"Words?" He sighed, "Look, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. You know that I won't make you, but.. I'm worried about you, okay? I know that you're not okay, and I'd appreciate it if you could stop acting like you were." Spencer said, with warm eyes and a soothing tone. Somehow, he always knew exactly what to say, and it always managed to surprise you even though he had an IQ of 187.

You didn't want to talk about it, not right now. You weren't ready to. But you were fully prepared to remove the mask that you'd been wearing in front of him for months. You looked to the side, and then back at him with your bottom lip trembling, not wanting to speak and instead letting your actions do the talking by shifting towards Spencer and leaning into the warmth of his body, where he opened his arms and wrapped them around you tightly, resting his head on top of yours so he could smell your sweet vanilla scented shampoo. Some things never changed. You tucked your head into the crook of his neck, and he could feel the dampness of your tears that you were finally able to let loose.

The dam had finally burst, and you cried it out. You cried it out in Spencer's arms for a good half hour, and he let you, whispering sweet nothings and stroking your back comfortingly, not letting you go.

Eventually, when you were ready, you pulled away slightly but not fully, one of Spencer's arms still around you as he looked down at you, your eyes swollen, red and puffy. Your cheeks were tear-stained, but he was quick to wipe them with his thumb.

"Are you ready to tell me why you've been bottling up your emotions lately?" Spencer asked, although he had an inclination as to why.

You sniffled and nodded, wiping your runny nose with the sleeve of your sweater Spencer's sweater. It was probably gross, but he'd seen you at your worst, and this wasn't even close to it.

"I'm sorry, okay? I just.. I-.. you've had so much going on lately, and you don't need my problems on top of your own-" You said, but he quickly cut you off.

"Don't say that," He shook his head, "I will always be here for you to talk to. I don't care if you think I have too much going on, okay? That isn't your decision to make. We're in a relationship, sweetheart. I understand that you're trying to do what's best for me, and I love you for that, but what we have is mutual. That means we share things with each other. We communicate our feelings with each other. You don't keep them bottled up just because you think that what you're doing is right. I know that I've been through a lot in these past months, but I don't want us to change because of that." He stroked your cheek with his thumb, his words soft-spoken and gentle, like he always was with you.

You let out a teary chuckle. "You always see right through me."

"I can see through almost anyone, honey. You can't bottle up your emotions forever with a profiler as a boyfriend." He teased.

You smiled a little before your tone grew insecure and serious once more.

"...you're sure you don't mind?" You asked, wanting reassurance.

"Of course I don't," He kissed your forehead and pulled you in for another hug, resting his head on top of yours once more. "All of these problems we have... we can work through them together. One step at a time. It's us against the world."

[satoruxx]

Thinking about wolf!toji smelling stress on you, that or another person, when you come home.

I don’t think he would be the type to try and comfort you at all or ask you to explain what you were feeling but he would definitely be gentler with you, and super observant

YES NONNIE EXACTLYYYYY!!!!! wolf!toji is not big on words at all !!! but whatever he can't speak on he will make up for in actions :33

i think wolf!toji would probably unconciously do that as soon as you walk in the door, nose twitching as he picks up the various scents that have clung to your body over the course of the day. he can smell the fatigue, the faint traces of whoever you sat next to on the bus, the smell of coffee from your evening cup.

but stress on you is different. it's sharp and jarring and it makes his tail flick unknowingly—he does not like this scent on you.

internally, he's in the midst of a rage and a panic. rage because of what, or who, is causing this emotion in you.

(you, who deserves nothing but every single drop of happiness in the world.)

and panic because he does not know what to do. he is not a kind man—he does not know how to offer soft words and free comfort the way you do. the way any good person would do.

so instead, he does what he knows he cannot mess up. he waits until you have gone to shower before quietly picking up the phone. he orders food from a place he knows you like, waits for it to be left on the doorstep, and then plates it himself. then he wordlessly sits in his seat and waits for you.

when you return, you comment on his behavior, and he brushes you off with a scoff. but for the rest of the night he does not tear his eyes away from you, ever attentive to your needs. he sees you shiver while you're watching tv, and he's throwing a blanket over your head. your eyes get heavy, and he silently turns the volume down.

soon enough, you're completely knocked out, and toji shuts the tv off. there is a brief thought that runs through his mind, questioning why on earth he's doing all of this for you.

why he's bending down to pick you up in his arms. why he's making sure your head is comfortable resting against his shoulder before walking you to your room. why he's gently setting you down in your bed and pulling the blankets up to your chin.

but then he remembers the way the expression on your face had brightened up, and suddenly he knows he has his answer.

[starfiretruther]

dick grayson is donna’s absolute best friend literal soulmate brother from another mother and i think that should clue you in that there’s something seriously wrong with her

[whaliiwatching]

kaleidoscopic crush

[keef-a-corn]

Tech steals lightsabers

That’s a non-negotiable

This man has looked Jedi in the eyes as he slips their main weapon into his pocket