#I can’t write

[klovesyall]

Oh my. My brain is full of ideas, but I can't write.

Spencer, but it's his first time showering with his gf? Either she casually invites him to join her, or maybe she's also a member of the BAU and was injured and needs some assistance?

AN: oh absolutely hun. I wasn’t sure if you wanted nsfw or fluff so I went with fluff for a safe option. Also I’m so sorry if this lowkey sucks. This is definitely my first rodeo with writing and I know it’s not perfect but I hope you kinda like it?

OK MORE RECENT AN: im sooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry this took so long. I don’t even have an excuse. And I’m so sorry because this is ASS. But I feel bad not giving you anything so here you go

Warnings: Fluff, swearing? , talk of nakedness and stuff idk

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Spencer had been extra protective of you ever since you got hurt. He didn’t want you to lift a single finger, even though you were perfectly capable. He made you food , carried your bags, hell- he even offered to carry you if your crutches got too annoying. All of this to say , he was willing to do anything to make you comfortable.

“Spence, I’m gonna take a shower.” You say with your back turned as you grab some pajamas out of the dresser drawer.

“What?” His voice was filled with concern, as it often was. When you turned around toward him he had the same amount of concern written on his face

“I have to shower Spencer, my hair is so dirty it looks wet.” You haven’t washed your hair in a few days, relying on dry shampoo and braided hair to get you by.

Spencer was thinking for a moment , you could tell by the way his brow furrowed slightly. He finally answers “Let me help you.”

You were slightly taken aback by his response. Spencer wasn’t usually confident enough to initiate or out right suggest anything intimate. And taking a shower together was definitely intimate. Not to say you were opposed to the idea though

“Are You Sure Spence? You do know I shower naked right?” Your tone was some what joking but also kind of not. Regardless you hear the little chuckle you love so much

“Yes I know. I dont want you to fall and get hurt any more than you already are. If you don’t want me to thats fine I just-“

You cut him off

“That would be really helpful, thank you.”

You see Spencer’s worry ease from his face and it’s replaced with a little curve of his lip

You give him a little smile before returning to grabbing your pajamas and walking to the bathroom. Spencer graciously follows you inside, locking the door behind him. When you turn to the counter , Spencer is quick to slip past you, turning on the shower for you.

“Do you take your showers warm or hot.” Spencer asks as if it’s so incredibly normal

“Uh hot I guess? It’s ok I can-“

He stops you when you begin to walk over

“Let me Take Care of you. Please.”

You sigh “you know I can do it myself.”

Spencer takes a step toward you, placing his hands on either side of your shoulders

“I know, but I don’t want to risk anything. You do so much for me and you deserve to be helped as well, especially when your injured. So please let me do this for you.” His voice is soft but you can tell how strongly he feels about this

“Ok, I’ll let you handle it.” I say

He smiles “can I take your clothes off?”

I Nod “You don’t have to ask.” You said that a lot, and it didn’t matter how many times you did. Spencer always asked

He grabbed the bottom of your shirt and you raised your arms. He pulls the shirt off your body and folds it before placing it on the counter. He does the same with your pants. Your standing only in your underwear now

“Do you want me to do the rest?” You ask

He shakes his head “turn around for me.”

You turn so your back is facing him and he unclasps your bra, sliding it down your arms until it hits the floor. He hooks a finger under your underwear on either side of you, pulling them down and helping you step out of them. He smiles when he meets your eyes again

“See something you like pretty boy?” You raise an eye brow in a teasing manner.

“Always.” He replies before walking you over to the shower. Holding his hand, you slowly take a step inside until your under the water. Once inside , Spencer takes a step back and sheds his clothes as well before joining you in the shower.

Spencer had ensured that you had a shower bench installed into the bathroom you shared when you moved in together. He said it was for safety reasons but, you still wondered if it might be for other things.

“Sit.” Spencer says, leading you to the bench.

When you sit down he detaches the shower head and wets your hair. When it’s what he considers wet enough, he lathers shampoo into his hands and begins to massage it into your scalp.

This man has very capable hands, many uses. And washing your hair just got added to the list of them. You close your eyes from a moment letting out a contended sigh

“Feel good sweetheart?” Spencer asks gently

“Mhm, definitely.” You reply, barely opening your eyes.

Spencer rinses out the shampoo and conditions your hair. He helps you wash off and when you finally stand , you wrap your arms around his neck. His hands lace around your waist

“Thank you Spencer, you’re an angel.” You say pressing little kisses to his jaw. You can see the blush creeping on Spencer’s face.

“You’re welcome, I’m always happy to help you.” He says peering down at you.

The two of you exit the shower. Wrapping towels around your selves and getting dressed- well Spencer refuses to let you dress your self so he helps you. He even blow drys your hair for you because he knows you don’t like going to bed with it wet.

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You lay in bed on your side facing him as he looks back at you. You reach out and brush a strand of his hair out of his eyes.

“You should stay home tomorrow.” Spencer says breaking the silence.

“Absolutely not. I’m perfectly capable of going into work. Plus Hotch would have my head if I didn’t go.” You say and Spencer sighs

“I don’t like the idea of you out on the field” he says once again with concern

“You’ll be with me. I’ll be fine.”

He sits up “I don’t want you to be fine I want you to be healthy.”

You sit up and scoot close to him “Spencer I’m going to work. If it makes you feel better I’ll stay back with Penelope and help her.”

Spencer relaxes a little “yea. Ok that makes me feel better. But don’t go doing anything stupid. That means no trying to entertain Penelope with” Spencer throws up air quotes “crutch tricks”

You groan and lay back down “whatever you say.”

You can hear Spencer’s little laugh as he turns off the lamp.

[wandasverison]

in which reader is the sorcerer supreme. it’s that ONE scene at kamar-taj. 18+(ish)

“i need the darkhold spells, you are the sorcerer supreme, tell me what you know.”

you spit blood that almost chokes you before snarling, “you’ll have to kill me, witch.” because you’d simply rather her end you, than know how hard you’ve been yearning for her touch. she’s not wanda, that’s not the same avenger you used to know.

“oh, but that’s not what you want me to do is it?” she smirks and strides toward you, taking your chin in her dominant hand. the witch tugs on your face, pulling it to look at hers but you do everything in your power not to make eye contact. the tips of her fingers almost burn from the lust you’re trying to push away, finally being this close to the woman you’ve watched take down the worst villains. but now, she’s the villain and you’re her salacious little prey.

“you may have power y/n, but don’t forget, you’ve said it yourself, i am a being of unfathomable magic.” her hand extends from your chin to your throat, and she begins to grip you so tight, you’re pulled up to your feet for any air.

an involuntary shiver runs over you and she chuckles at your compromising position. when both of your eyes finally meet, you see the red flaming pupils, a ravishing grin smothering her face, “i know you don’t want me to kill you, y/n, you want me to fuck you.”

[purpletrashcans]

I am so fucking annoyed and here is why

I recently made the discovery that i'm probably aromantic and i would like to do what i did when i discoverd that i'm trans which is go and watch/read everything that even has the tiniest bit of trans representation in it, but i can't because there is no aromantic representation

now obviously that's nothing new, i was aware of this problem before and it pissed me right off then as much as it does now

it’s honestly just such bullshit that whenever there is an asexual character in media, basically the first thing they say after coming out as ace is that "they still want to fall in love" like not wanting, not being able to feel romantic love, would make them less human or something like that and of course there are ace people who are not aro, i'm not saying that and i'm not trying to shit on anybodys identity, if you are ace and not aro you are just as valid as anybody else and this lack of aro rep is obviously not your fault, we also need more ace rep while we're on it, that's not the point i'm trying to make, what i mean is that media always tells us that romance makes us human and if you don’t experience that you are either immature, unstable or not human and that's just bullshit

also it is no wonder that when i told my grandma about Loveless by Alice Oseman and how much i love this book, she was worried that i was like Georgia because i never like anyone romantically, she has never heard of aromanticism before, when she thinks of adult people that have never been in a relationship and don't have children she thinks of lonely, sad people and she doesn't want that for me

it is no wonder that when i see my greataunt and -uncle once a year they ask if i have a partner and when i say that no, i don't have a partner, they tell me that i have time and i'll meet someone eventually

and it is no wonder that so, so many people think that they're broken, that they enter relationships and situations that they don't want to be in, that fucking therapist try to cure people, that it took me 21 years, almost losing my friends, actually losing 8 kg in two months do to disordered eating and reading Loveless two times to figure out that i might just be aro, when there is barely any representation whatsoever, when most people haven't even heard of aromanticism

we need more representation and we need it desperately, that way not only will aro people discover their identity sooner and safe themselves a whole lot of trouble, but allo people can also learn how to react to someone being aro and we can all learn that being aro isn't sad or inhumane or weird or lonely

and because i'm a fancy-schmancy college student (who wrote "collage" instead of "college" first because i can not spell)(and have watched too much criminal minds) i would like to end this with a quote by Mariah Wright Edelman (tho the quotes are the worst part of criminal minds, they are so cringe istg):

“You can’t be what you can’t see”

[weirdocat83]

I saw a fic in ao3 where Xie lian *actually* dies and now I have to wonder if there’s a fic where hua cheng thinks Xie lian is dead for real but he isn’t so midway through hua cheng burning heaven to the ground alongside everyone else he finally finds Xie lian who is 100% ready to throw hands w/ Hua Cheng to protect himself and just breaks down right then and there because of the sheer relief that Xie lian is, in fact, alive. For added angst you could feasibly add Xie lian coming to the realization that Hua Cheng is Wu Ming during or after the fact.

This way, hualian is a little more tragic in how they meet and heaven has good reason to be afraid of both of them.

What can I say, I’m a sucker for vulnerability between people who care for each other and probably not ok amounts of angst. Also for a main couple going feral when the other one is hurt.

[ti-girl1226]

I want to sit on a couch and cuddle watching pride and prejudice with gambit and rouge. I want more gambit x reader x rouge fan fics. Also know that both gambit would at the very least make some awesome food and maybe rouge but I’m not 100% certain about it. But anyway pls someone write rouge x gambit x reader.

[mduluozz]

I’m doing it! I’m doing it! I’m writing (or rather drawing and writing) my very first fanfic graphic novel. Young Din Djarin before he became a bounty hunter. Kinda. Rated G I guess? It’s going to be rather short and not very ummmm canon? I’ll try my best though. I’ve outlined the plot and sketched all the pages, so buckle up (or don’t. I’m scared)

[fortnitegammer1-blog]

Quickie~

Horrible short dazai smut story written by someone who’s never wrote smut before 😘

Dazai was one of your coworkers at the agency. You two decided to go out for drinks after a mission you both completed. You both were at the bar drinking, a few moments later it felt like suddenly you were at his agency dorm getting fucked by him. You were laying on his bed moaning as he made out with your cunt. He licked, kissed and sucked in all the right places causing you to cum quickly. He smirked and stood up unbuckling his pants. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since you’ve joined the agency” he said while sliding his pants down revealing his throbbing cock. He lifted one of your legs onto is shoulder as he rammed his cock into your pussy causing you both to moan at the feeling. you gripped the sheets as his cock rammed into your tight warm walls at a quick pace. His mouth was open as he moaned from the feeling. “Fuck! Ahh~ you feel so good~” he moaned as he continued. You could feel his cock twitch in you as he was close. “Ah~ fuck I’m about to cum~” he gripped your hips tighter slamming you against him causing the pace to quicken. “Fuck~” he moaned as he came in your pussy letting all his hot fluid fill you up. After a few seconds he pulled out of you breathing heavy. “I hope your on birth control!”.

[scara-hater]

His cure Kuni/wanderer x Reader

warnings: angst and comfort? (I can’t write), him being emo, I never proofread, Kuni ooc cuz I’m goofy like that.

Kunikuzushi faced hardships in what could be considered his “youthful days.” it seemed everything he loved, must decay as if he is a deathly toxin with no cure. An unlovable mass with no purpose but to harm those with so much as a graze of the shoulder.

He was the problem and he certainly believed that. Growing into a Wrath filled Fatui Harbinger, blood stained hands and nowhere to call his own. So why is it that throughout knowing all that, you stayed? How could you love him so unconditionally knowing his past actions? You must be unhinged he thought.

Since he was ‘born’ he found comfort in smaller places, as if to comfort himself in a makeshift hug. So he sits under a decorative table in the corner. Alone in this house you both call home, while he sits. knees to his chest and his head down, he’s silent.

Nothing but the clock you gifted him can be heard. An awful gift in his opinion, a worn down coo-coo clock with a one eyed half beaked bird. You insisted because it was hilariously bad. And while he threatens to throw it away, that memory of how his human can be so stupid is one he’ll never rid of.

He loves you, oh god does he love you. More than he can express, do you love him the same? That’s where he shuffles into the smallest form he can, head squished in his knees, looking at his feet. What if you leave because he hurts you as he once was.

He betrays you, poisons you and it envelopes your body and drives you to go mad.

What if-

“Kuni! I’m home! today I found a huuuuge patch of flowers in this opening in the forest- kuni?” You came home, but the silence in the house is different. Thus began the search for your beloved.

And he heard you, of course he did, he just can’t.

Kunikuzushi was scared.

It doesn’t take long to find him as you walk down into the hall. Spotting his feet just under the piece of furniture. Carefully, you walk toward him, “dear? Are you okay?”

No. He’s scared you’re going to see him for what others do.

He wanted to tell you everything, everything on his mind, truly, but he just couldn’t. So he said nothing at all.

Even so, you crouched to meet the small frame, hesitantly reaching to place your hand on his head. And as you sweetly ran your fingers through the soft strands , you speak, “There’s no need to tell me what’s going on in that mind of yours right now, I understand you may need space.” “I love you, so when you feel ready you can sit with me in the bedroom if you would like to talk, okay?”

You see he’s in distress, and in comfortable silence continue to pet the indigo hair in front of you. Stretching out your body to give him a kiss on his head before you get up.

“Please.” It’s quiet, but you hear it. looking down to your lover as you watch him come out of the tiny space, he stands and holds the hem of your sleeve, “Please don’t leave, no matter what, promise?” Just what was this boy thinking of before you got home? “Who put that idea in your head that I’m going to leave?” His head is down but you can see he’s holding back tears. “Kuni. Look at me.” A slow raise, and his face is in view. Your look of concern was enough to break the barrier, tears streaming and his nose red, he must have been thinking about it for a long time. *Sigh* Bringing your hands to either side of his face, you hold him put to meet your gaze. And with careful gentleness you bring your lips to his, a fleeting moment, but one filled with all that you feel for him.

“You are so important to me, whether you want to accept that or not, my mind will not change.”

you see his face soften and take it as an opportunity to keep speaking, “Next time you feel this way, please let me know when you think the time is right.” You kiss his forehead and smile, a couple sniffles here and there, your little Kuni says three simple words “ I love you.” He tells you this often, but you see how much he means it in this moment. “I know, but I love you more.”

And for the first time in his all his years of living, he thinks he found his cure, his home.

[midnight-the-shadow-wolf]

Is someone able to write a Miguel O’Hara x Mexican!Spider!reader? Where she loves to dance and one day she’s chilling at Spider Society dancing to herself and didn’t realize Miguel was making his rounds to check on the place? She catches his eye by the way she’s moving her hips to the beat.

[salty96]

I need help! I have an idea for a Ghost (the band) fanfic but I can’t write! If you are interested in helping me please ask and I will give more information!

[prettycraxyshrimp]

~Chapter one~

Beyond the Boundaries of Life and Death

Erik sat alone in the Opera House, his thoughts consumed by the haunting melodies that echoed through the empty halls. He had always found solace in music, it was the one thing that made him feel alive.

But today, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of crying. It was faint at first, but as he focused, he could hear it growing louder and more frantic. He followed the sound to the grand entrance of the Opera House, where he found a young girl huddled in the corner, her body shaking with sobs.

She was soaked from head to toe, her clothes clinging to her skin. Erik's heart ached at the sight of her, for he knew all too well the pain of being alone and afraid. This wasn’t like him, he usually never cared for other people..but she looked so helpless..so pitiful 

Without a word, he walked over to her and crouched down beside her. She flinched at his presence, her tear-stained face filled with fear.

'It's alright, my dear,' Erik said softly, his voice surprisingly gentle. 'I won't harm you.'

She looked at him with uncertainty, but she didn't move. Erik could see the bruises on her face and arms, and his heart clenched with empathy and sadness for the girl 

'What happened to you?' he asked, his voice filled with concern.

The girl looked down at her hands, still trembling with fear. 'I-I ran away from my family,' she whispered. 'They were hurting me, and I couldn't take it anymore.'

Erik's heart shattered at her words, for he knew all too well the pain of being mistreated by the ones who were supposed to love you. He reached out a hand to her, offering comfort.

'Come with me,' he said, his voice full of compassion. 'You can stay here for the night’

The girl looked at him in disbelief, tears still streaming down her face. 'But I don't even know you,' she said, her voice shaking.

Erik gave her a small smile. 'My name is Erik,' he said. 'And this is my home, the Opera House. It may seem intimidating, but I assure you, it is a safe place. And as for getting to know each other, we can do that in time. Right now, what's important is that you have a warm place to stay and can feel safe.'

The girl hesitated for a moment, but then nodded slowly. She took Erik's hand, and he helped her to her feet. As they walked inside, Erik felt a sense of purpose he hadn't felt in a long time. He knew that he couldn't fix all the wrongs he had committed, but he could start by giving this girl a safe place to sleep.

Erik took her to a dark underground place under the opera house. ‘I know it’s not the most flattering place..but-, she stopped him ‘no no, this is perfect..anything’s better than..’ she went quiet and stilled her movements ‘sorry I-..it’s just’ her eyes welled up with tears again at the thought of her home ‘it’s alright your safe now..’ he reassured

She smiled slightly ‘now If you are staying here just know this isn’t full term..and I have rules to set.’ His voice became stern and more serious. She nodded ‘ the first rule is you can’t leave this area without me knowing . I can’t risk people coming down here and finding me- ‘ she was confused but nodded ‘second rule, absolutely no asking about my mask or my past…that is information that shall never be revealed’ she thought these rules where odd, was Erik hiding something? Why can’t anyone know he’s down here?

‘Third and last important rule, Do not enter my chambers without permission or after 8pm’

She wanted to ask why, but she couldn’t make him angry, she needed a place to stay. ‘Yes, I’ll respect these rules’ he walked over to his organ ‘if you are to stay here I do require you to work for me, of course I’ll pay you until you have enough money to leave and get your own place to live’ she nodded ‘yes yes of course thank you!’ She smiled , Erik showed her where she was to sleep and left her for the night.

[alexblakegf]

i wish i was actually capable of writing cause i have so many thoughts and ideas i just can’t write it in more that 3 sentences 🤧

[tvisnoton]

Me when writing idea: 😝👍😎

Me when I have to articulate the idea: 😨🙀🪦

[ilovepedro]

me: i’m cooking y’all 😜👩‍🍳👩🏻‍💻

like bitch no you are not, you are not even in the kitchen. you are not even at the restaurant. in fact, the restaurant burnt down and is now a pile of ashes

[lukella]

Imagine this scene in the height of the battle against Belos

In an attempt to distract Belos:

Hunter: “Hey, Phillip!”

Belos turns to face him. Hunter grabs Willow, dips her, and full on kisses her. Willow’s eyes widen in shock. Belos is livid seeing his “brother” kiss a witch again.

[ti-girl1226]

I could imagine reader being like adopt by Jason’s due to them meeting in the league of assassins and Jason taking after Bruce and seeing a child who needs care and being like mine now F off to all of you. But they’d definitely get split up due to Jason’s revenge plan and them being in the league Soo they reunite and I’d just be like

reader after making him breakfast and sitting in the kitchen. Roy Starfire and Jay walking out of jays bedroom then going full alert and maybe shoot an arrow or throw something at reader and reader just dodged it. And in a somewhat shaken voice “i made breakfast” Jason then recognized the voice and almost cried. He had a lot of explaining to do to his partners but they eventually kinda all adopt them as there kid. And then one day just during a mission plan or something like that where the entire Batfam and the outlaws all huddled together and the reader just does like a Damian style magical pop up that nobody expected. The rest of the bat fam minus Damian react but the outlaws just sigh

Roy: we told you not to be here. Know look what you’ve done

reader: you were going to have to tell them at some point and I brought coffee be great full I could have left you sleep deprived. Starfire: thank you for the coffee but Roy is right you shouldn’t have done that

reader turning to Jason: your roots are Showing

Que panic grabbing of hair trying to see before Roy points out oh she’s right wait is that ginger! Before Jason runs to the nearest bathroom only to find black hair dye already there placed neatly on the counter and a post it not saying “I know I’m your favorite kid.” I just love something like this I need more

ps- reader isn’t the favorite kid and they know it it’s a joke that they do because everyone’s favorite is Lian she’s even the readers favorite