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The Narrator: To quote Hamlet Act iii scene iii line 87, "No"

[steampoweredwerehog]

I just want to say i love how absolutely unhinged you get in the tags of some of your post. I just binged your Stanley Parable series lol and I love the ways. I just read through what you have of Warden's World as well. I was wondering about questions 23 and 27 with Warren. I also wanted to know if the Queen character was inspired by Blue Diamond from Steven Universe? I love your art so much and your stories are great!!! I can't wait to read more.!

Haha thank you for enjoying my ramblings. 😄 That’s where I have the most fun tbh. And thanks for looking @ my art!

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?  Deep under Warren’s good nature somewhere is a petty, snide bitch lol. If enough jealousy was stirred in him it’d manifest as quiet anger, sarcasm & cutting comments that boil over into an outburst. He doesn’t like that side of himself.

What causes them to feel dread? Being totally alone, being treated like a god, & being around other entities like himself

And no, the Queen was not inspired by SU Blue Diamond, tho I get why a lot of people guess that.

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.⋆｡Steamy｡⋆.

Steve Rogers x plus size reader

Stolen shampoo, hot shower and a perky little ass

Warnings: fluff, nudity but no smut, domestic fluff, some crack humour, implied smut WC: 564

Minors DNI

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You were absolutely covered in sweat and grime, a result of letting Sam pick your hiking trail for the day and of course he picked one that would give you a ‘challenge’. 10 miles of mostly uphill terrain later, you were so ready for a hot shower and a nap with your boyfriend. 

Your clothes came off piece by piece as you stumbled through your apartment until you reached the bathroom, where the shower was already running. You smirked as you tugged off your panties and slowly opened the door, revealing the site of a lifetime. 

The steam made his pale skin glow under the bathroom light. Water rolled down the defined muscles of Steve’s back, droplets getting caught in the divots and valleys of his shoulder blades and the small dimples at the base of his spine, leading right to the perky ass of your dreams. 

You bit your lip, it was far too tempting.

Your hand whistled as it flew through the air and collided with his perfect cheek with a satisfying smack. Steve immediately froze up, his hands still buried in his hair where he had been massaging in shampoo. Your smirk widened as he slowly turned to face you, his pretty blue eyes wide.

“Did you just… slap my ass?” 

“And what are you gonna do about it doll?” You retorted with Steve’s usual line when he was the one to smack your ass. He glared at you so hard he didn’t even notice that you were completely naked. You let your own gaze drift downwards, following a particularly fat drop of water as it rolled down his torso. It raced between his toned abs before getting lost in the thick patch of hair right at the base of his pelvis.

Your eyes wandered lower but before you could go down any further, Steve’s hands flew to cover himself. “You’re objectifying me.” He whined yet his bright red cheeks gave away just how much he enjoyed your attention.

“You like it.” You stepped into the shower, letting out a happy groan as the hot water washed over your sore muscles. Your boyfriend wrapped a muscular arm around your thick waist and tugged you into his chest.

“How was the hike?” He asked as he pressed a kiss to your hair. 

“It was fine but you need to tell Sam-“ You paused and sniffed at Steve. He raised an eyebrow at you but you ignored it and instead wound your fingers into his hair to pull him to your level. You buried your nose against his scalp and inhaled deeply. “Did you use my shampoo?”

“You weren’t supposed to be home yet?”

“How. Dare. You. Do you know how much that stuff costs! I only use it for special occasions!” You slapped a hand against his chest, purposefully ignoring the way he was flexing his pecs. Steve caught your wrists in one big hand. You thrashed playfully in his hold.

“Hey, it makes my hair look good.” He defended.

“Oh like you need to look any better than you normally do.” You sassed.

It was Steve’s turn to smirk as he pushed his hips forward and pressed his hardening cock into your soft stomach. “I just need to do my best to keep up with you.”

“Fuck you.” 

“I’m trying.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes and leaned into him.

Request: Steve Rogers: 13,12 and28 @as-white-as-snow-love

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[cockslutpadalecki]

You Better Run

Summary: Once you’re on his list, there’s only one two ways off.

Characters: Sergei Kravinoff (Kraven The Hunter) x F!Reader.

Words: ~1K.

Warnings: mentions of multiple orgasms, a little blood consumption, rough sex, mostly just PWP. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Saw the trailer and became immediately feral for this man. I know it’s not much, but it’s all I got right now. Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

The unmistakable stench of blood is heavy in the air. A thick brew of copper and death that makes your nose itch. You try to scrunch it up to ease the sensation, but as it magnifies, you know you need more than that.

You need friction. You need your hands.

You tug against the weight around your wrists, but it fails to lessen. In fact, the pressure intensifies— tightens until you feel the bones in your wrists protesting, and a low rumble follows.

“Tryin’ to get away so soon?”

All you can do is whine in response, the deep, rippling ache between your drenched thighs ripping away your ability to speak.

The hunter fucks like he fights.

Raw. With violent precision. Every move calculated to maximize pain. But you’re grateful he’s not being driven by the need to kill you.

His needs are far more carnal than that.

More weight is forced against your back, the heady aroma of damp soil and hot sweat heavy in your nose. Can feel it wet on your skin as he covers your body with his, the weight pressing you hard against the trunk of the tree in front of you. The scrape of bark is freshly coarse on your flesh— flesh already rubbed raw by the friction of your body shunting against it with animalistic momentum.

A hand moves to cradle your jaw. Stray fingers smear cooling blood across your lips. You try to keep them out of your mouth, but he curls them inwards, encouraging your lips to purse around his probing digits.

The taste is stronger than the smell. Like rolling a dirty penny across your tongue. It initially makes you gag, but as the taste slowly fades from the back of your throat, another replaces it.

Briny. Almost sweet. The taste of you.

You’re reminded of his fingers buried in your cunt— positioned perfectly to make you surrender to his will.

Minutes was all it took for you to submit.

With some reluctance, you start to lap at his fingers, nipping your teeth along his knuckles in an attempt to stifle your moans. Your stomach tightens, rolling and twisting as you shamefully— eagerly— anticipate each thrust that follows.

Fierce grunts sound from behind you— gutturally deep and rough. “You can leave when I let you,” he tells you, his nose in your hair. He tightens his grip around your wrists, using his steel hold to pull you sharply back onto his dripping cock.

You see white. Your knees give out. You shiver and quake, wedged in like a vice as you come yet again. You’ve lost count, your brain fucked out.

“But if you keep comin’ around me like this,” he whispers, voice broken and jagged with lust, “you won’t ever be makin’ it out of my sight.”

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[okay-j-hannah]

Soft And Pretty

Harry Potter : Drabble

Ron Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 326

Warnings: just something short and sweet 🥰

Request: “Ron Weasley imagine, please  - Both pulling each other into the kiss + Tracing the other’s lip after kissing them because those are the softest lips you know and you kissed those lips” Anon

A/N: Ron loves coming home to some sweet kisses

(Y/N) was sitting on the couch, snug into the cushions. With her legs crossed, one of her feet bounced in the air. Her wand was stuck behind her ear, keeping hair from falling into her line of vision.

She was perusing the Witch Weekly and reading a rather interesting article on common side effects of expired potions.

That was until she was interrupted by freckled hands. Long fingers pulled at the magazine, tossing it aside.

“Hello,” Ron said, pushing her leg over until both feet were planted on the ground.

She smiled, “Hi.” She took the wand from behind her ear and dropped it to the floor. “How was quidditch?”

“Brilliant,” he said, kneeling between her legs, “Made a few spectacular saves.”

“As always,” she mused, leaning forward as his hands found her thighs.

He held them tightly, “How has your morning been?”

“I’ve missed you,” she said, getting closer to him, “You’ve been away for so long.”

He laughed, leaning over her and pressing her into the couch. “I’ve only been gone a couple hours.”

“A couple hours more than I like,” (Y/N) replied, brushing noses with him.

Ron let go of her legs and opted to place his hands on her waist, supporting himself from putting his full weight on her.

“Well, we have the rest of the day,” he said, moving his gaze to her lips, “All to ourselves.” He captured her lips with his, hot and eager.

She groaned her approval, threading her fingers into his hair, ensuring he didn’t go anywhere. She kissed him back, again and again. She could feel a smile grow wider on his face.

“So pretty,” she whispered, pulling away to look at him. A few of her fingers went to trace his lips, “So soft.”

Ron leaned into her touch, feeling sweet and vulnerable. He kissed her fingertips as they lined his lips. “I don’t deserve you.”

Her reply was to kiss him long and fierce.  

~~~

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Mystery Character Drabble for Brooklyn 99 + “Remember, what happens when we’re undercover, stays there.”, please?

Prompt: Remember, what happens when we’re undercover, stays there.

Character: Jake Peralta

You weren’t entirely certainly why Captain Holt had chosen both you and Jake for the undercover case. Sure, you and he got along well when you were both in the precinct but each of you had fundamentally different ways of handling cases which led to high frustrations. You’d get this case closed you would make certain of that, you just weren’t certain how well you and Jake would get along in the meantime.

It was a joint case, with major crimes to help bring down a major New York crime syndicate. A lot of the officers in major crimes had ties with some of the mob having been undercover before, so they required new faces to be able to infiltrate and gather information. With backstories memorized, both you and Jake managed to work your way to the inner circle, gaining trust as well as intel along the way.

Still, in the weeks that the two of you had been undercover, this was by far the most bizarre things you had ever been a part of, attending the birthday party of an eight year old. Sure she was the eight year old daughter of one of the most infamous criminals in all of New York, but she was also currently a child trying to win a stuffed animal from one of the crane games.

Everything seemed so normal for a change, which also felt off. Except really, nothing was happening, every member of the inner circle had been asked to come, to bring a gift and their families if they had children. With party hats handed around to all adults and children, it didn’t seem like the place to conduct business, the very case that Jake was attempting to make.

“It’s a birthday party, you’re overthinking! Have fun!”

“Or maybe I’m thinking the exact right amount for the situation and us underestimating everything is what they want to happen”

Jake shrugged, “We have enough evidence to close the case, they just want us on it for one more week. It’s not like they need the details of every single day. I haven’t had to report how many minutes I’ve spent staring into a fridge trying to figure out what to eat.”

“I just think...”

“Don’t think!” Jake interrupts.

You sigh, “Fine. What did you have in mind?”

“Who gets the highest score playing Skee-Ball!”

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[spilledkauffie]

Can you write something with Zemo and chronically ill reader? Like when he is in jail. Him visiting her in the hospital after he gets broken out, and Sam and Bucky are just like

Yes! This will be posted after Christmas 💜

(p.s., this gif made me laugh way harder than it should have!)

[make-me-imagine]

Hi my name is Andrea I am a straight black female with curly shoulder length brown hair. I would like a Criminal Minds and Sherlock ship please. I am smart like above-average but definitely not genius. I am funny in like to make people laugh. My friends mean the world to me and I would do anything for them. Sometimes I struggle to pay attention but when I do I'm freaking awesome. I have really bad anxiety and I really like to do art to calm myself down.(1/2)✊🏾

Ships are now closed!

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I hope you like then Andrea! Sorry they took so long~

Criminal Minds:

I ship you with Derek. Not only would he think you are very intelligent and caring, but he would find you beautiful and trustworthy to no end. He admires your strength and loyalty to your friends. He doesn’t mind your anxiety and is really good at making you feel safe, and is really patient and caring and would never force you to be in a situation you don’t feel comfortable in (he’s also kind of protective). He loves that you do art and admires your work. Also, he def calls you baby-girl like he does with Garcia and this has lead to funny situations in which he’ll say “hey baby girl” and you both turn around. Or times when you are annoyed at him and he’s trying to get your attention calling you baby-girl, and he finally appears in front of you like ?!??! and you’re just like “Oh sorry, I thought you were talking to Penelope” and he’s just like “...bro”. Both Penelope and Reid think this is hilarious btw

Prompt 6: Fake Boyfriend/Girlfriend 

It was no secret to the rest of the team that you had a crush on Derek. And unbeknownst to you, it was no secret to them that he also had a crush on you. They knew you two would figure it out eventually, but they were getting a bit impatient as well. Which is exactly how you got into this situation. 

You had all gone out together for some food and karaoke, afterwards you walked around downtown, as everyone slowly went home. Eventually leaving you and Derek alone. 

Yawning as you continued down the streets you stared up at the darkening sky “This was fun” you commented out loud.

“Yeah it was” Derek agreed as he watched you momentarily, before you stopped, watching a nearby street performer.

Derek looked around, spotting a nearby cafe that you and the others had frequented “Want a hot chocolate or something before they close?”

Following his pointed finger towards the cafe you smile before enthusiastically answering “Yeah”

He chuckled “Cool, I’ll go get some, you hang out here and watch the show” he commented towards the performer.

You smiled at him as he walked away before getting a little closer to the performer. After watching for a few moments you were surprised by a tap on your shoulder and a “Hey”

Turning to look behind you, you were met by a tall man who was smiling at you “Uh, hi? Do I know you?” you questioned, curious as to why he would approach you at all.

“No, no, I just saw you watching the performance, and thought you were cute. I thought I’d say hi” he leaned down slightly as he spoke, making you lean back slightly, as you felt your discomfort grow. 

“Well that’s nice of you” you smiled politely.

His grin grew as he continued “So, you wanna go get a drink or something?”

“Oh, sorry no, uh, I’m here with someone, he just went to go get me a drink actually” you replied honestly.

“Oh yeah, who is he? Your boyfriend?”

“Yeah actually, I am” 

You and the man turned at the same time to see Derek approaching, two drinks in his hand as he stopped next to you, glaring at the man suspiciously “And who are you?”

The man was clearly caught off guard and intimidated by Derek, he stuttered out “Oh, no don’t worry dude, I’m no one” he chuckled nervously before backing up “Enjoy your night”

“Yeah, you too” Derek said emotionless before turning fully towards you “Are you alright?” 

You nodded “Yeah I’m alright, thanks” you smiled at him, taking the drink from him as he handed it too you. 

“No problem” Derek looked off towards the direction the man went making sure he was gone “What did he want anyway?” 

“He told me I was cute and then asked if I wanted to get a drink, that was when I said I was here with someone, how did you know he was referring to you anyways? When he asked if you were my boyfriend, and also, why did you say you were?” 

“I heard you say you were here with someone, and then I heard him. And I said I was your boyfriend because I knew it would intimidate him more than thinking I was just your friend. I’m sorry if that bothered you”

“Oh, no it didn’t” you said quickly “I appreciated it” you smiled.

He returned the smile “I will pretend to be your boyfriend anytime you need”

“Thanks, I’d like that” you laughed, amused

“Unless you don’t want me to pretend, I’d be okay with that too” he commented smoothly before putting out his arm for you to take. 

You looked at his arm and then his eyes before you smiled lightly and linked your arm into his “I’d like that too actually”

“Good. Me too” he smiled as you continued your walk.

Sherlock:

I ship you with Sherlock himself. I think he would notice your intelligence. And though he also agrees that you are not a genius, he does admit, and tell you, that you are smarter than many people he has had to deal with and that you are a breath of fresh air sometimes. Especially since you actually help in on cases, unlike some people *cough* Anderson *cough*. And even though he is not the best at understanding anxiety sometimes, he does try to help you in his own way. Whether that be setting tea and biscuits outside of your room when you shut yourself away to relax, or playing you soothing music on his violin.

Prompt 12: First ‘I love you’

After a stressful day involving some not-so nice people, you needed to relax. So after shutting yourself away in your room you worked on some unfinished art, trying your best to not look back on the days events. 

Sherlock sat in his chair, trying to decide if he should go talk to you or not, if he should apologize now or later. Because he did need to apologize. He had gone off on a tangent earlier, getting you involved in a case, and causing trouble. 

And after you already had a stressful morning, you did not need him snapping at you like he did. He didn’t really mean too, he was angry at himself for doing so.

He didn’t want you to think that he didn’t appreciate everything you do to help him. Or that he doesn’t want to be with you. Hell, he was ecstatic when you moved into the apartment with him after John left to live with Mary. Though he didn’t really show it. Finally deciding he needed to apologize now, he rose from his chair and made his way to your room. 

You sat on the bed in silence before hearing a knock at the door. Looking up, you expected the door to swing open, but instead you heard another gentle knock. “Who is it?”

“Sherlock” he said gently.

You squinted in confusion, you figured it was him when he knocked, but he usually knocks and then comes in immediatley. He must still think you were mad at him. You were a little annoyed still, but you had gotten over it. You were still stressed from other events however.

“What do you need Sherlock?” you questioned.

A moment of silence passed before he spoke again “I wanted to apologize”

You were slightly shocked at this. He almost never apologizes, at least not verbally. “About?” you questioned, wondering how far he’d go.

You heard him sigh from the other side of the door “For snapping at you. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I knew you had been having a stressful day, and that you didn’t deserve me to make it worse. I don’t want you to be angry with me” 

“You’ve never really cared before if I was angry, so why now?”

A moment of silence passed before you heard his voice, even quieter than it was before “Because I’ve realized something recently” 

You waited for him to continue but heard nothing, you rolled your eyes “And that would be??”

“That I love you” his voice was quiet, but you heard his words like a gunshot.

You stared at the door in shock for a moment before you rose and walked quietly to the door, pulling it open.

Sherlock stood on the other side, his face cautious as he observed yours. Shock, confusion, doubt, happiness.

“You love me?” you asked

He nodded lightly “Yes. I love you”

You stared at him for a moment, trying to process his words, wondering if he truly did mean them. Part of you knew he did. And that was the part you were going to listen too.

Quickly pulling Sherlock into a hug, he slowly wrapped his own arms around you as he felt your quickened heartbeat. “I forgive you Sherlock. And I love you too”

[rootbeergoddess]

While I completely agree with your points on the Cruella movie, I am curious. Are you against the movie completely? Or just against the justification that they are trying to give her?

To be honest, I’m not 100 percent sure. I think more than anything I’m just frustrated and annoyed that Disney is wasting money on another live-action film featuring a white character and trying to make us feel bad for a villain who does not deserve our sympathy. 

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.⋆｡What He Deserves｡⋆.

Alpha!Bucky Barnes x omega!plus size reader

The morning after Bucky claims you, he realises how much he truly loves you

Warnings: implied smut, nudity, mention of claiming, fluff, brief talks about Bucky’s past

WC: 478

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Dawn crept over the horizon slowly, the weak winter sun just barely breaking through the curtains on the far side of the bedroom, creating small beams of light that fell over the bed. There were pillows and sheets strewn everywhere, leaving the bed bare save for a singular blanket that covered the occupants.

Bucky had been awake for hours, in fact he hadn’t even fallen asleep. Too overwhelmed with new emotions to even think about shutting his eyes, he had just watched you. You were sprawled on top of him, your naked body fitting perfectly on his own, chest to chest, your legs intertwined with your nose firmly pressed against his collarbone.

The wound on your shoulder was already healing, it would leave a scar but that was the whole point wasn’t it. A perfect circle of small cuts that, if Bucky leaned down and put his mouth to it, would match the pattern of his teeth. Unable to stop himself, he rubbed his thumb against the broken skin and fresh wave of your scent washed over him.

Bucky groaned as he inhaled, the smell of you so raw and untainted it made his skin prickle with goosebumps.

“Alpha?” Your voice came out as more of a rasp, still thick with sleep.

He winced. “Sorry mega, didn’t mean to wake you.” You hummed and nuzzled further into his warm chest, your hand coming up to rest just over his heart. Bucky smiled and kissed the top of your head.

“’S okay.” You sighed, a happy calmness spreading through the fresh bond. It immediately settles in his stomach, a feeling of peace and home. His grip gets just a little tighter but you don’t fight it, instead your soft body goes completely limp in his arms as you let out a contented mewl.

Snores began to escape your lips once more and Bucky just watched you. This was all he had ever wanted but never thought he could have, or deserved. You were his everything and by the grace of whatever god was out there, you let him worship you and love you with his whole being.

And now you were mated, joined together for eternity.

You chased away his nightmares with a smile, banishing them to a place where they could never hurt him again. You guided him into the light with your laughter, you showed him that touch doesn’t always bring pain. You proved to him that he was more than his past, more than a puppet for someone else’s bidding. 

“I love you more than I ever thought possible.” He spoke quietly into the early morning light so as to not wake you once more. He let his eyes finally slip shut, content with you in his arms, your scent keeping him grounded.

He couldn’t wait to wake up and start the rest of your lives.

Request: Do you think I could get a a/b/o with either “I burn for you,” or “I love you more than I ever thought possible” with either Kylo Ren or Bucky Barnes?

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[cockslutpadalecki]

mean!Steve washes your mouth out with soap when you curse in front of him 😈

Is It Too Late Now To Say Sorry?

Characters: Mean!Steve x F!Reader.

Words: 327.

Warnings: explicit sexual content, deep throating, oral sex (male receiving), oxygen deprivation, 18+.

A/N: Sorry, did you say soap?! I thought you said cock… 👀 Thank for the ask! Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators.

You can barely breathe— the small thatch of curls at the root of Steve’s cock aiding in your slow asphyxiation as he shoves his length roughly back past your lips with deep guttural growl.

“Maybe next time you’ll think about what filth comes outta your mouth before you speak to me,” he grunts, retreating his hips before filling your mouth once more. “Say you’re sorry.”

Looking up at him through tear-dampened eyelashes, you shoot him a look as if to say, how can I?

He smirks down at you. “If it’s so easy for you to curse in front of me, then you can apologise with my cock shoved down your throat.”

You mumble your apology, the words barely discernible had you not known what you’re saying.

“Good girl, finally learning some manners,” Steve praises. You almost expect him to allow you a reprieve when he pulls back, but you’re naive to think he would let you off so soon.

You gag and splutter, hands splayed across his thick thighs as you try to breathe through the intrusion in your mouth. On instinct, you push back against his hands holding your head in place but Steve quickly turns, reaching down to pinch your nose closed.

Instantly you start to squirm at his feet, and the lack of oxygen causes your lungs to painfully constrict, desperate to hold onto whatever precious little air you have left.

“Count to ten with me. One, two…”

Silently you count with him, and for the ten seconds he’s essentially suffocating you feels like an hour.

“… nine, ten.” Steve lets go at the same time he pulls his cock from your mouth and you heave deeply, trying to regain your breath. Saliva and diluted pre-cum drips down your chin and onto your breasts as he tugs your head back to look up at him, his weeping cock bouncing against your lips.

“Fight me again, and I’ll do it for a minute next time.”

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[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Dinner- Pat Schneeider

Pairing: Pat Schneider x Reader

Characters: Pat Schneider

Warnings: N/A

Request: @andreasworlsboring101​ - Could you maybe do a Schneider (one day at a time) x reader maybe like him proposing and promising that she will be his one and only and that he won't have a million more wives after he's like it's you and I until we die or something sorry if it doesn't make sense 

Word Count: 468

Author: Charlotte

It wasn’t an unusual thing for Schneider to treat you to a fancy meal at a restaurant that you couldn’t pronounce the name nor understand half the menu, so tonight didn’t feel any different. He’d bought you an expensive dress, not caring about the price tag due to his vast expendable income and told you to order anything that you wanted off the menu, not that you really had a choice in the matter seen as you weren’t certain what any of it actually was.

He avoided your eye and didn’t make conversation, keeping to small talk and even then, it wasn’t much to that. It was unlike him. Schneider couldn’t keep his mouth shut normally and struggled to not look at you for a second, so you were slightly concerned at the huge change in his actions and personality currently.

“What’s up with you?” You asked taking a sip of your wine. “You’ve barely said anything to me. I think you spoke to the waitress more than you have spoken to me.”

“Sorry. I’m just distracted,” he admitted.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “What with?”

He paused before looking up to connect his eyes to yours, the first time he had that night. A gentle smile curled onto his lips as he reached across the table to take your hand within his.

“I’ve wanted to ask you this for a while.”

“You know you can ask me anything,” you assured him, giving his hand a squeeze.

“I have known I wanted to ask you this for the longest time, but I didn’t know when would be perfect. I’ve spent more time with women than I am happy to admit but the happiest time in my life has been with you. Honestly if I could go back and change who I was when we met, I would want to, but for whatever reason you are still here with me, so something must have been write. I never thought that I would want to be with one woman for more than one night, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I couldn’t imagine anyone else in my life and I would love to call you my wife. So, would you do me that pleasure, Y/N, will you be my wife?”

As he spoke, he moved down onto one knee, holding out a ring to you in one hand, the other still holding onto your own.

You couldn’t help but grin at him, having been completely and utterly in love with him for the longest time. No one else could make you as happy as he made you.

“Of course, I want to marry you,” you smiled, leaning in to press your lips to his. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

[a-singleboat]

Hi, so a while ago I requested a Wes Johnson X reader soulmate au but since you are ( understandably) no longer writing for him could you do a Shayne Topp or Damien Haas or Spencer Reid X reader soulmate AU. You can put some angst in there if you want or you can make it really fluffy however you feel just with a happy ending. Please and thank you. Also I don't get tagged when you upload for Smosh but I'm on the list I don't know what's up with that. 👋🏾💜👍🏾 I love your work.💛✌🏾❤

I’m gonna let you (and everyone) in on a little secret. I’ve already got a Spencer Reid x soulmate fic planned out but I haven’t had time to put it on my Upcoming Fics Masterlist. 

It’s really angsty, though, so if you want something a little fluffier, I’d be happy to write that as well!

[locke-writes]

Hey, don't know if you're still accepting requests for Halloween/fall, but if you are could you do Headcannons for carving pumpkins with Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds?

The two of you spend most of the day at the pumpkin patch picking out the perfect carving pumpkins

Spencer doesn’t think there’s such thing as a perfect type of pumpkin but certainly a good size

It has to have enough room so that the face doesn’t become too squished together

Of course this means going through too many pumpkins to find just what you which you want to take home

And unfortunately having to leave some behind because they can be expensive

Or at least more money than you’re willing to spend on a pumpkin

If you felt you could do it, then Spencer absolutely would help you figure out how to carve the intricate designs

Whether this is by hand or by using a stencil

He knows this will take a lot of time so he alternates with you that way you’re not leaning over a pumpkin the entire time and hurting your back

Makes you stretch at least every fifteen minutes

Spencer absolutely will not attempt the intricate patterns

The designs will exist always in his memories but they’re not something he wants to execute himself

He’s perfectly happy to do a traditional jack-o-lantern with the triangle eyes

Spends more time drawing the face on then one would think for this simple design

Granted this is because he’s figuring out just how he wants to do the mouth of this one

Might take pictures and send it to the BAU group chat

Or might just send them to Garcia alone as she’s the one who will be as obsessed with the pumpkins as either you or Spencer are

Certainly going to be more than one pumpkin carved and there’s certainly one that somehow you or he messed up on

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[starks-hero]

Hi if you don't mind can I request a Sherlock X reader soulmate AU

Thank you for the request, and I'm sorry it's taken so long. I'll be posting it later tonight!