#first time writer

[rapz-rites]

Family Time

Damian Wayne x Reader Headcanon

Meeting Damian’s family and getting close with them

A/N: This is my first time writing ANYTHING so plz be nice. I won't do any major writings, just small head canons and maybe rabbles. Saving the big stuff for all you professional writers.

Word Count: 1,704

Warnings: Jealous Damian, injured reader, threats, implied smut

Meeting the Waynes

You and Damian have been dating for about 5 months now.

Damian has already met your parents and they LOVED HIM.

He was polite, respectable and always said the right things at the right moment. DAMN HIM!

Now it was time to meet his family.

You’re pacing back and forth questioning your entire existence while Damian is sitting on the edge of your bed trying to calm you down.

“Do my clothes look good enough? Does my hair look good? What if they think I’m with you for your money? What if they think that I’m a gold digger? Do they know that my family is also very wealthy? What if they think I’m a stuck up spoiled brat? OMG WHAT IF THEY HATE ME?”

You’re digging yourself a deep hole of negativity until Damian grabs you by your shoulders forcing you to look at him.

“Beloved. You’re going to be fine. Everything about you is perfect and my family will love you”

He always knew what to say and when. DAMN HIM!

“Thank you. Ok. I think I’m ready, let's go!”

As damian pulls up to the manor, you start to rethink your decision

“Is it too late to cancel lunch? Would they believe I suddenly got ill?”

“Beloved, as I said before they’re going to love you”

As always he was right.

You and his family immediately hit it off and got along well.

A little too well for his liking.

He knew his family would like you but what he didn’t know was that you would spend more time with them instead of him. DAMN HIM!

Bruce

Bruce loved you for his youngest son

Damian as had a girlfriend before, Raven, but after they broke up, he thought Damian would never open himself up to anyone again

Even though you and Damian are a kind of opposites and balance each other out, you understand him and what he’s gone through

He was the one of the first people, after your parents and Alfred, to learn about your relationship

Though business isn’t your first option as a major, you still want to learn as a backup

Who better to learn from than the man who runs on of the top companies in the country

Bruce offers to teach you the basics and even a small internship at WE

You refuse the internship but gladly take the lessons

Dick

Dick is an acrobat

You did gymnastics for 4 year

What could go wrong?

A LOT

Dick tries to teach you a double full out

You already perfected a full out

You’ve always had trouble perfecting your landings

It didn’t come a surprise to you when you were able to perfectly do the flip but mess up the landing to bad you twist your ankle

Damian is furious with Grayson for teaching you suck a difficult move knowing there was a chance of you getting hurt

Damian is about to lunge at Dock ready to attack until you stop him

“Damian, stop. I’ve twisted my ankle plenty of times trying new gymnastic moves. I’ll be fine in like 2 weeks. You don’t need to hurt Dick, I knew the risks”

“Ok. But if Grayson teaches you another move and you get hurt, he will need to sleep with both eyes open”

Normally, Dick would be somewhat frightened by one of Damian’s threats but he’s in shock from how quickly you calmed him down

He’s going to call you from now on everytime Damian is angry

Jason

You and Jason connect over your interests in books

You two form your own book club

You two discuss the book you picked out for the month and talk about many other books you two have read in the past

Both of you love to read a book and watch the movie/show that goes along with it

You two argue over which aspects were better in the book or the movie/show

“Elena and Katherine are blonde in the books though”

“I know that Jason. I read the book too. But let’s be honest Katherine is better as a brunette than a blonde. It fits her personality in the show way more.”

“You’re right.”

“I think it’s Nina Dobrev.”

“It definitely is.”

“I would have liked to see angel Elena though.”

“ME TOO!”

Tim

Tim had a nack for tech

You were attached to your phone

Of course you two got along

Tim taught you tricks on the computer and showed you secret games companies hide

You had learned from Damian that Tim was a bit of a caffeine addict

Damian’s words were “Drake will be the caffeine addicted idiot in front of a screen or head deep in a case”

You take it upon yourself to find caffeine substitutes to try and help his addiction

He is reluctant at first but gives it a try

After a few months Tim is drinking less coffee than before

He still drinks coffee but limits himself to only 3 cups a day, much better than 2 an hour

He drinks more water and gets in more sleep than before

Damian who never openly admit it but he’s happy his older brother is being healthier and taking better care of himself

Duke

You and Duke bonded over your similar senses of humor

It also helps that he’s also on TikTok as much as you

The two of you jokingly talk in TikTok lingo

“Bombastic side eye”

“Criminal offense side eye”

“Duke this is probably the most important question I’m about to ask… Team Hailey or Team Selena”

“I’m offended that you even have to ask. Team Selena til the day I die. Alex Russo practically raised me”

Everyone else is looking at the two of you confused

Damian is used to this already

When you asked him the same question you went on a 3 hour tangent and it was evident who’s side you were on

Damian didn’t care about “silly celebrity drama” but since he knew it would make you happy, he chose Selena

Cass

Cass is a pretty quiet girl, almost mute

With family she barely ever talks, with strangers she uses sign language

Once you learned Cass communicated mostly with sign language you took it upon yourself to learn

When you we were first introduced to Cass you signed

“Hi! My name is Y/N, you must be Cass. My sign is rusty, I’m still learning. Nice to meet you”

Cass gave you a small smile and you were ecstatic

According to Damian Cass almost never smiles and even if she does its for a split second

You both enjoy each others quiet company, watching movies or painting nails and braiding hair with Stephanie

The more time you and spend with Cass the more she opens up to you

After a few months, she starts giving you short answers without signing

“If you could only wear one color nail polish for the rest of your life, what would it be and why?”

“Black…”

“Good answer”

Steph

You and Steph connect as feminists

“Anything a boy can do we can do better”

Steph often includes you in any competitions he has that are girls vs boys

Does she include you because you can be used against Damian?

Yes

Are you upset about it?

Absolutely not

Why?

You love beating Damian in any possible way

Other than competitions, you both love pranking the boys

You two prank damian the least because you know well enough that damian can hold grudge and you love to cuddle at night

Pranking Tim is best

Before he got better he would fall for anything because he was too sleep deprived

He would fall for the simplest broken screen video on youtube almost every time

Once he started getting better, you two had to up your game

Your favorite prank on Tim was the fake virus that played the SHrek opening over and over on blast

Alfred

You couldn’t forget about Alfred now can you

Whenever you enter the manor Alfred is always the first one to greet you

Whenever you are waiting for Damian at the manor you go straight to Alfred and talk with him

You often assist him with whatever he’s doing

Baking, cooking, cleaning

He finds it refreshing a young person would help him

The others would try and help but often with miss up and make some kind of mess

One year they tried to make Alfred’s favorite cake for his birthday… and failed… miserably

They didn't include Damian because eventually he would take over and the cake would basically be made by him and not all of them, although he would’ve made it perfectly. DAMN HIM!

After 3 failed attempts they opted to buy a cake they knew Alfred would like from his favorite bakery downtown

Though they ruined the kitchen, Alfred was touched at the effort they put to try and make his favorite cake

Even though, none of them, except Damian, are allowed to cook or bake in the kitchen without his supervision

Back to Damian

It soon becomes evident as you spend more time with his family that Damian is jealous

Damian loves that you get along with his family, but he misses the quality time between just the two of you

You felt bad because you thought you were neglecting your boyfriend

So you made the executive decision to make it up to him

“My parents are out of town for the next two weeks”

“Business trip?”

“Yup. Do you want to spend the week?”

“No siblings?”

“Nope just you”

You lean in placing a soft kiss on his lips and pull back

You giggle when you see him lean in for more and he gives you an unamused look on his face because you refused to kiss him back

“So do you want to spend the week? We’ll have the place all to ourselves”

“Let's go. I already have my bag packed”

That entire week is just you and Damian hanging out and enjoying each others company

You give him all the kisses and cuddles he wants

He even knows just want to say to get more 😉

DAMN HIM!

OMG OMG OMG!!! I did it. Took me a hot minute but I got it done. I wish it was this easy with my assignments and homework. But I hope you enjoyed this.

[s1k0zu]

Hey guys,

I saw Dune II, twice, a while back, and I still can't get Austin's performance out of my head. He was amazing! 😍

I've been reading a lot of fan fiction lately and a scene has been playing on repeat in my mind, so I decided to write it down.

I love all the Feyd fics but I find myself wanting more of Austin and less of Feyd (he's just a bit too intense). So I came up with the idea below.

Let me know if you liked it and if you want me to write about something else. 🫣

Fair warning ⚠️ I've never written any fiction before, so this will probably be a mess...

🔞 It's pure smut, so minors stay away!

Under his skin

You and Austin have been together since before his Elvis movie.

You'd met when you were teenagers and became fast friends, but until you had to spend two weeks locked together in his apartment in Australia, because of the pandemic, that was all you were - friends.

You'd visited him for the weekend and then the lockdown forced you to stay.

The tension between the two of you had started escalating gradually, until one night he couldn't resist kissing you. All it took was that one kiss and you were his forever.

Fast forward to now, years later, on the set of Dune in Budapest: you're working in the crew, and Austin is in the cast as Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, Paul's adversary.

It's early morning and it's already as hot as hell. Add to that the giant sound box you've been setting up, so Austin can film his fight scenes in it later, and you're close to fainting.

You've been on location for two weeks now and Austin has been away training. He's flown directly to set and you haven't had the chance to see him yet.

You're done setting up and they tell you he's in his trailer, getting ready, so you head there to wish him luck.

You open the door and cool air hits your face. Then you see him and you're sure the chill running down your body isn't from the AC.

You've seen him in full costume before, but only in photos. This hits differently.

There's something feral and imposing about him and it's doing things to you. It doesn't help that all he's got on is a loincloth.

His body is pure perfection and you know how hard he worked to get here.

"Hey, Earth to y/n. Are you ok?" Austin's voice comes through the fog.

"Yeah", you sigh, "It's just..."

"What?", he asks, a sly smirk forming on his lips.

"Let's just say if you weren't about to shoot, I'd be ruining your makeup right now", you say, raking your gaze over his gorgeous naked body.

"Fuck", he mutters and steps toward you, biting his lower lip, his eyes darkening with want.

"Ah, ah", you stop him, placing a hand on his chest, "makeup."

"Damn you woman! How am I supposed to focus now?", he asks brushing a stray hair behind your ear.

"Hey, I'm not the one wearing next to nothing here," you tell him, "I'll make you a deal - you go slay them with your talent and we can come back here for the lunch break, to finish this."

"Deal", he says in your ear, melting you with his beautiful voice.

A crew member comes in to call him to set and breaks the tension before you two can go any further.

You watch him perform, always in awe of his ability to switch between himself and the character in seconds. You busy yourself with work and bringing him water bottles and towels between takes, and just like that the hours go by and it's time for lunch.

"I can't wait to take this thing off my head. I'm sweating like a pig," Austin says, taking a towel from your hands. He's been doing fighting scenes for the past hour and he's in full combat get up.

"I'll stick around to help with the set. Text me when you're done and we can take a shower," you lean up to give him a quick kiss but he grabs your waist to keep you there, turning it into a steamy makeout session.

"I've missed you so much," Austin breathes out, his forehead touching yours.

"I've missed you too," you say squeezing his hands.

You disengage and he heads to his trailer so the makeup team can remove his bold cap.

A while later you get a text from Austin:

R u coming? We had a deal remember?

You mutter an excuse and head towards his trailer, willing yourself not to run.

#

When you enter, you see him running a hand through his wet hair, the bald cap gone. He still hasn't removed his costume.

"Want some help with that my lord", you ask, starting to unzip the back of his wetsuit.

When he hears you call him that Austin feels a shiver run down his body. He turns and wraps his arms around you.

His eyes are dark with desire and you swear you can see Feyd lurking in the background, ready to pounce.

You grip his neck, fingers tangled in his hair, and kiss him long and hard, your tongues fighting for dominance. You bite his lip when he pulls away and the groan that escapes from his throat sets your whole body on fire.

You start undressing each other frantically as Austin pulls you into the shower.

You're both panting by the time he turns around to the water tap. You admire his naked body while he adjusts the temperature. He's a work of art - all lean muscle chiselled to perfection.

Your eyes travel down to his thighs and the sizeable erection he's got. His penis is perfect: a round red tip, its length marbled by veins. You can't wait to taste it and feel it inside you.

You can't believe he's yours.

"My eyes are up here, gorgeous", Austin's amused voice brings you out of your dazed wet dream.

"And what a sight they are," you smile up at him.

After seeing your lust-filled stare, Austin can't hold himself back any longer.

His hands come up to grab your face and he bends down to devour you. As the kiss deepens, Austin's hands travel down your body, lingering on your breasts. He breaks the kiss to bend down and lick your neck, slowly descending to your left nipple.

When he puts in his mouth you feel a jolt run over your whole body and you can't stop the moan coming out of your mouth.

When he hears you moan and feels your hands dig into his back Austin throws caution away and bites down on your nipple, his other hand sliding down to your clit.

"Fuck Austin", is all you can say, your mind going blank with pleasure. You don't know what's gotten into him, but you love this new, dangerous side he's showing you.

Austin groans in pleasure when he hears you moan his name, grabs your hips and lifts you, your back against the tiled wall.

When he breaks the kiss to look at you, you see the passion burning in his eyes, but there's something else there too - something feral. You realise he hasn't shaken Feyd off completely.

That sparks something in you, emboldens you.

"Have your way with me, my lord na-Baron. I'm all yours", you say, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling on it.

A quiet growl escapes Austin's lips and he bends down to crash his lips into yours, sliding into you in one swift move.

Hearing you say that, something in Austin snaps. He can't think anymore, all he knows is that he wants to be inside you, now.

You've been together for years and every time he enters you feels like the first time. It's like your bodies are pieces of the same puzzle. The feel of him inside you is divine.

Austin doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size, he can't even if he wanted to. He's possessed by the desire to be inside you, to own you. He picks up his pace, slamming into you, his teeth leaving red marks all over your neck. His left hand molded to your thigh, his right squeezing your breast.

You've never seen him like this, so forceful and primal, and you realise you love it. As the pain shoots through the pleasure you find yourself coming, trying not to scream. You mould your lips to Austin's to stifle your moans and that just spurs him on.

After a while, Austin comes to his senses and realises he's too rough, he's hurting you. Just as he slows down his pace, releasing you from his grip, he hears you say:

"No, don't hold back. I want you to lose control. Ravage me."

He looks into your eyes and sees only carnal desire and love there. He can't believe you're his.

The little control he'd managed to take back shatters. Austin slips out of you so he can turn you around, your back towards him, and slams back into you.

One of his hands travels to your neck and squeezes, the other goes to your nipple.

This angle helps him sink even deeper inside you. The sensation is almost too much and you feel another orgasm coming. Sex with Austin is always great but this is different. He's lost all control and given in to his desire, and you love it.

Austin feels your walls clenching around him and he knows you're close. He moves his hand to your clit, running his fingers in agonisingly slow circles, and right before you both come he inserts two fingers in.

The feeling of his fingers and his penis inside you is too much and you trip over the edge. You claw at his neck and bury your fingers into his hair as he swallows your moans with a kiss when you both come.

You've never seen this side of him before. He's always so protective of you, so gentle. You realise he's been holding himself back, afraid to hurt you.

Your legs are shaking and you're holding onto the tile wall while Austin stops the water. He swaddles you in a huge fluffy towel, picks you up and carries you to the bed.

He lies next to you on his side facing you.

"I'm sorry", he says, giving you a sad puppy look and caressing your face.

"For what? Giving me multiple orgasms?"

"No..." he laughs and then falls silent.

"I hurt you. I don't know what came over me."

"Not what, who. You've still got some of Feyd lurking in the background," you say a soft smile playing on your lips.

"That's not an excuse y/n. I should've stopped..." he trails off, looking remorseful.

"I don't know if you noticed Butler but I liked it. A lot", you lift his head so he can look at you.

"I'm not made of china you know. Promise me you'll stop holding back on me. This was fucking amazing."

"Yeah it was, wasn't it? Okay, but on one condition: you promise to tell me if I cross the line."

"Deal," you say and mould your lips over his.

[saenity]

— SHOTS FIRED

. ﾟ｡ ₍ 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 ₎ ｡ﾟ. an ishigami senku x reader fic

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。synopsis : an unexpected turn of events happened in your arrival at corn city. and it includes someone you love getting shot.

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。warnings : manga spoilers! (ch. 160) , gender neutral reader, mean reader, blood and injuries, arguments, anxiety, angst, violence, guns, established relationship, grammar errors

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。word count : 1.7k

"a sniper! we’ve got a sniper!" ryusui was answered with screams of terror and a panicked crowd. this alerted the sniper residing deep inside the forest with his gun ready to fire. 

"quickly! hide and find some cover!" you shouted to keep the shaken crowd away from danger. looking around, you noticed luna and senku are the ones who haven't took cover to the potential death they might face.

"what are you guys waiting for? hide!" senku immediately went down the ground leaving luna the last one standing up. with an annoyed grunt your were about to pull her down with you to keep her safe when a hard realization struck you.

despite the adrenaline coursing in your system, you noticed her line of sight is looking straight toward the forest as if she was looking directly at someone. it registered you that the enemies' goal is not to spy but to smoke the scientist out.  

looking abruptly towards senku if he's completely out of these sniper's sight, you know the person behind the gun isn't dumb and would later catch on that senku’s the one real scientist. 

no … i must protect him … please not him … 

but it's too late.

before you could start crawling to cover him, the bullet already hit him straight. the sack he's hugging has holes in it and there’s blood coming out his mouth. 

you couldn't breathe… senku has been shot… no… No… NO!

"magma! kinro! carry him inside!" you're shaking but you remind yourself to stay calm. You should be the first person to know how a clouded mind wouldn’t achieve anything. you can hear ryusui reminding everyone to keep it together and take it as an opportunity to strike back at the enemy as they have an idea that the main scientist is down.

"sure you ain't wrong… it might be our chance, but how could we move on from this?" concern and anxiety is evident in the ex-policeman's voice. it didn't help that ginro's statement added up to everyone's anxiety.

"if nothing else, we gotta dig up a grave for senku." it didn't help that ginro's statement added up to everyone's anxiety. but to everyone's surprise, ryusui let out a. lighthearted laugh and looked at senku. "don't bury him just yet!" the familiar scoff of a certain leek caught everyone's attention. 

"heh heh heh, i ain't dead yet dummies” despite his weakened state, senku has enough strength to speak with a blooded face. 

"the fragments passed right through me, nice and clean." panting for air, his face scrunched in discomfort due to the pain of his wounds. his strong facade withers as the pain continues to spread on his body. taiju and francois was quick to provide aid to him to avoid more blood loss.

you took it this time to collect yourself and prepare the basic medical equipment to administer an operation to remove the fragments still inside him. it would be dangerous to keep the fragments inside as it may cause an infection.

francois finished up bandaging senku but there's still a look of worry on the butler's countenance. "i've administered basic first aid… but anything further requires a trained medical professional." the butler themself is aware there's nothing much they can do.

with a soft touch, you placed a hand on francois's shoulder and gave them a reassuring smile. "don't worry, i'm here." you were answered with a hopeful look by not only francois but everyone.

you looked at the remaining people in the power team. "please carry him put inside him inside a clean room. i can't operate him on the floor." with a nod they followed your orders.

as you were about to wash up and prepare for the operation, the voice of the captain called you. ryusui has the look on his face that says 'it's all up to you'. you looked at him with encouragement and proceeded to prepare.

"francois, if you don't mind. would you prepare new clothes for senku? and a basin of water with fresh clean rags."

"as you wish, master y/n" as francois complies with your orders, you went to the room where senku is residing. what shocks you is the sight of an unwanted guest from the enemy's side. she's looking at your boyfriend with tears encasing her eyes, it’s either because of guilt or joy but what you  can decipher is the admiration in her eyes. What’s there to admire when someone got shot?!  you made your presence known accompanied with a glare when both of your eyes met.

luna’s the  one who spoke first between the two of you. “u-uh, I’m a medical student! I would like to provide some help…” is she joking right now? 

with a deadpan look, you scoffed at her that shocked her. “do you think I even have an ounce of will to trust you right now?”  you couldn’t hide your disbelief in your voice. you close the distance between each other and couldn’t control your cool anymore.

“if you think i would let you near with senku, you better think again. you came from the enemy’s side and contributed to their violent plans. you wouldn’t spy on us without a plan right? Answer me luna!” 

“i-i… i’m sorry! you’re right I knew they’re gonna snipe the scientist…” tears are now falling from the young woman’s eyes. it may sound so evil but you don’t feel any guilt at all because of the anger you are feeling right now. you may regret your words later but you need to let all of the stress let out.

you gave luna a smile, “and since you’re so kind to offer help, i hope you can use that kindness to understand why I’m being like this to you, right? because you’re a kind and capable woman, you realize not everyone who is welcome here can easily gain people’s trust.” the heavy sarcasm in your voice.

“so luna, i don’t want see you near around senku until he can walk and speak properly? i don’t want you close to him to avoid any hidden agenda you might have under your sleeves.” with that luna ran off crying. behind you, there was an audience who heard your fight with luna.

this is the first time they saw you lose composure. you were always cool and calm even in the most pressuring times. and seeing you out of character is new to their eyes. you look at them with no emotion in your eyes and gestured to francois to enter. they understand the distress you’re feeling right now as they’ve seen the progress of your relationship with senku.

placing the basin on a table near the bed, francois smiled softly and bowed as they leave the room. leaving you with senku alone.

“aren’t you going to scold me mr. scientist for being mean?” you joked lightly as you unwrap the bandage to clean off the blood at the surroundings of his wounds.

you were answered with a scoff and a soft look. senku knows you hate it when he gets hurt, you never failed to show your concern even before the petrification. when he trips down the stairs a chain of “do you feel any pain?”, “is there discomfort every time you step?”, “should we go to the school nurse?”

it was your second nature to take care of everyone around you and it shows a lot when you chose to take a health allied high school. where the students are being prepared for medical school. you were nurturing and doting, that’s what made senku admire you a lot besides one of the few people who would keep up to his science ramblings. 

seeing you this worried was not new to him, but losing your composure is. When you get this stressed it only means it took a big toll on you. And there’s a heavy feeling on his chest seeing you like this, so lost and in pain but still would do their duty. 

“heh… heh… do your job doctor, i’m completely in your hands.” you proceeded to remove the bullet fragments surely and carefully. With no anesthesia in stone age, you have to be quick to patch senku up. you can feel the phantom pain every hiss and grunt of pain he lets out.

fortunately, it didn’t took a long time to remove the fragments. after stitching and bandaging up, you gave him water to ease his throat. 

“i know you have something important to make us to do, wasting time isn’t good right now, right?” you said. 

“yeah… anytime they can move right now and we should be prepared.” you hummed and stood up. “I’ll let a few people to relay the messages to everyone, make haste okay?” holding his hand and giving him a firm squeeze. 

“you still need to rest…” your softly whispered. you want to cry. and he knows.

squeezing your hand back, you heard him answer you with assurance that he will. you nodded and walked outside his room. everyone was waiting patiently and looked at you with concern. you don’t know if its for you or senku, or could be for the both of you.

“senku has an important message to relay,” you started. “i’ll let a few people inside to avoid his room being crowded, please share to everyone what he needs to say.” you finishes off and immediately left the scene to catch a breath. you can’t be with the crown right now, you want to cry everything out.

this could be the scariest moment of your life. you saw him get shot. and it replays in your mind like a broken record. you didn’t notice the tears that were pouring out of your eyes and the  choked breathes you were letting out. your knees gave out making you fall down the floor. leaning against the wall, your hands covered your face and continued to cry. a much needed cry.

you were engulfed with a hug, a very familiar one. yuzuriha knows how much it breaks you seeing someone you love nearly die. she listened to you let out all of the distress and hoped her hug is enough to let you know you’re not alone. without saying a word you hugged her back with the same intensity. 

as you cry your heart out, you wish no one gets hurt the same way again. If only you could catch the bullets that threaten to kill the people you love…

[whitealiselights]

GUILTY FOR LIKING YOU ➡︎ [PART ONE]

AUTHORS NOTE¡ hi friendss ! , this is my second post so, this one might be just a bit better than the last ofc. also, thank you so much for 10 likes on my last post ! love you all, mwuah!

Genre; Fem reader x Spencer Reid angst (age gap¡ Spencer is in his early 20s , reader is in her mid 30s)

summary; you love spencer — but does he love you¿

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you had been working at bureau for almost two decades. everyone knew and loved you. it was hard for you to make friends when you were younger but, being in this job where you had to talk to people nearly everyday, and risk your life, made it somewhat easy.

You’re closest friend? Spencer Reid. You always thought he was the cute, sweet, shy kind of guy. it was what you first noticed about that sweet boy. It was something that you loved about him.

There He was. That sweet lucious brown hair, and those beautiful hazel eyes. “Hiya, Spencer!” You Said happily, Walking to get a cup of coffee. “Hi, Y/n” Spencer replied, waving back with a smile on his face. “Did you sleep well last night? I know after yesterday’s case it kind of had a toll on you.” You said. “Yes, im okay” He replied back. “Oh well, Thats good!” You exclaimed while walking back to your desk.

“Y/N , Y/N , Y/N , WHERE ARE YOUUU ???” You noticed that yell of excitement. Your favorite person of the whole entire world. Penelope Garcia. “Hiya Penelope, Im hereee !” You giggled waving at your favorite person who, surprisingly is pretty good at running in heels. “JJ just had her son, Henry. and omggg !!! , hes so adorable.!” Penelope yelled in excitement “WAIT OMG, I FREAKING MISSED IT?!” you screamed in excitement aswell.

“Ladies Keep it down in here.” There he was. Mr. Derek Morgan. He was a fine sexy man but, never really had a thing for him. “Whatever Morgan” You and penelope say in unison. “Hey Pretty boy.” Morgan Said Walking with spencer to go see what you guys were so excited about. “Hi Morgan” Spencer Replied. “So, You and Miss Pretty lady over there? You guys are thing yet?” Morgan Asked Reid.

“O-oh, I dont know, im not sure im ready for that.” Spencer Spoke. “Pretty boy really??, She likes you. like alot.” Morgan exclaimed. “I know but, im not sure im ready for that yet. atleast not now.” Spencer Told Morgan.

“Hi Friends, Whatcha talkin about over there?” You spoke in your Strong spanish accent. “Oh nothing, just talking with Pretty Boy here. Right Reid?” Morgan Looked at him. “Y-yeah.” Spencer spoke. “Oh alright well, I have paperwork to do. Sooo..I’ll see you guys later.” You spoke while you walked back to your desk.

“Well, We’ll get going, we have paperwork to do too.” Derek Spoke as he patted spencer’s back and went to his desk. “L/N I need you in my office.” Spoke Hotch leaning against his door frame. “Alright, Im coming.” You excused yourself.

“What do you need Hotch? If its about the paperwork, i swear im working on it right now-“ You were speaking so fast because you were nervous. “No, No its not that. You already have enough on your back.” He cut you off. “Oh then, what is it?” You questioned. “Are you okay? You’ve been looking sad and stressed.” Hotch asked.

Ofcourse You felt sad and stressed but, you didnt think anyone could tell. In your opinion you thought you hid your feelings well. “No, Im okay Hotch. I promise.” “Alright well, i was just making sure.” He said. “Well, thank you. may i go now? i have paperwork to finish.” “Yeah.”

Jesus. You didnt know why you felt sad. maybe it was work, or maybe just maybe it was what spencer had said earlier? About how he wasnt ready for a relationship yet. I mean, He treated you like he loved you, or that he wanted more than just what you had. A relationship. You knew that wasnt going to happen though. Not after what he had told Morgan atleast.

There you were again. infront of your computer and desk. Filling out papers that needed to be turned into Hotch before you left. “This is going to take forever” You thought. So you got straight to work.

You looked at the clock. It was 12:32 Am. You had been here for what felt like days. Everyone was gone so, It was time to go home. “Jesus, Never done so much paperwork in my life.” You sighed, already packing your things and putting your papers on Hotch’s Desk for the morning.

You walked back to your desk, grabbed your bag and headed out.

Finally, you were at home. “There he is!! Hey sweet boy” You hugged your cat, Leon. “I missed you like crazy buddy” You said while picking him up to move to the couch. You sigh and feel your phone vibrating. It was penelope.

“Hiya penelope, Whatcha doing calling at this hour?” You asked her. “Just wanted to check up on you. you looked kinda sad before i left for work today. are you okay?” She asked. “Honestly? No, not really.” “Oh no, why not cupcake?” She questioned.

“Penelope, I dont think spencer likes me anymore. I heard him and morgan talking earlier.” You replied. “Oh sweetcakes, ofcourse he likes you! he talks about you all the time. He never knows how shut his face when it comes to you.” She told you. “Yeah well, He told Morgan that He wasnt ready for a relationship. I feel like im Just sitting here looking dumb and vulnerable.” You told her. You want spencer to like you. but, sometimes we dont always get what we want.

“I really want him to like me. I dont know pen, i really like him. like really, i do.” “I know cupcake, and i promise you, he does like you. hes just not ready yet.” She explained. “Yeah, I guess.” “I think im gonna head to bed pen, i’lk see you tomorrow okay? Love ya” You spoke to her. “Alright sweetheart, Sleep well, See you tomorrow, I love you!” She said before hanging up.

You sigh and put your phone on the table. “Well, Looks like its time for bed Leon. Come on” You groaned before picking him up.

You were finally laying bed, sleepy and tired with Leon cuddle next to you. “I dont know what im gonna do leon, i want him to like me. I just dont know if he does, and thats maybe on me. You know?” You spike to your cat. He meows.

You pat him on the head. “Come on, Its time to sleep.” You turned off your side table lamp, and drifted off to bed.

Your alarm went off. The time was 8:30 AM. Hotch let you sleep in today since you had texted him late last night about how you had just gotten off work. He understood how important but, also how tiring this job could be. Hell, He was your boss, so you would imagine his job is alot harder.

Your phone vibrates. Its a Text from JJ. “Hey Y/N where are you? You arent here yet.” “Hotch Let me sleep in today so, I’ll be in a little later around 9:30” “Alright stay safe Y/N, I love you” “I love you too JJ.”

you loved your friends. they were your only family. sure, you had only known them for a couple years but, that didnt mean a thing to you. You’d do anything for them. Anything.

“Well, its time to get ready” You told yourself. Sometimes it was hard for you to get ready in silence, but you liked it. It made you feel calm.

You were finally in the car. You were running a little late but thats okay. You always took the freeway so, it didnt really matter.

“Hey, Has anyone seen Y/N?” Spencer asked. “Oh, yeah, Where is she?” Morgan Asked after. “She’ll be here soon, Hotch let her sleep in today.” Spoke JJ. “Oh yeah, I forgot about that.” Spoke Emily.

You finally found yourself a parking spot. “Jesus, theres barely any parking spots” You spoke to yourself.

You eventually get into the bureau and set your stuff down on your desk. “Hi Y/N! How are you feeling?” It was penelope. she always checked up on you no matter what. “I’ve felt better, thanks pen.” You smiled at her as you walked to get coffee.

“Hey Pretty Lady, How are ya?” Asked Emily and JJ. “Im good Ladies Thanks.” You spoke as you leaned against the counter. “Theres the pretty lady!” Exclaimed Morgan walking over to hug you.

“Hi Morgan” You chuckled as you gave into the hug. “So, How are you and Pretty boy over there?” You turned to wear Derek was pointing. There he was. Spencer Reid, filling out his paperwork and talking to another Girl.

TO BE CONTINUED….

[medic88itup]

Laudna is driftwood.

Driftwood provides stability to the sandy beach environment. With winds and waves, beaches are constantly shifting and experiencing natural disturbance. Like the edges you build around a garden, driftwood helps hold the sand in place and allows plants to take root.

Laudna was a tree struck down by lightning, tossed into the water and washed out to sea. Beat about for decades by the stormy seas, alone and adrift, she washed up on shore at imogen's feet. Now Laudna is providing that place for Imogen to grow roots to hold her to the shore in the face of the storms.

[bestbuddybobby]

A Christmas fic in November? Yes please ◡̈

Okay hi hello. Remember that fanfic I was writing? I decided to just post it today. To be honest, I am a little scared but it will all be fine. I would really appreciate if you would leave your thoughts!

I'll hide under a rock now, bye!

[hyasynthia]

A Maiden, Forlorn (Part 3, NSFW)

Writing for a ghost, and myself as well. Things are getting steamy. I have no clue how to write smut and how fast, so I'm just trying things out. <3

TW: Masturbation, Voyeurism

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His words lay heavy in the air. How had he never seen the sacrifices before? This made no sense at all. Every 5 years, one sacrifice was given to the forest, to the beast who sat just some mere feet away from her. Or was there another beast who roamed these woods?

“Sire, I mean no ill, but I am not the first sacrifice given to these forests. Do you mean that there is some other beast who too roams these parts?”

His look of annoyance was blatant now, his snout wrinkling slightly as if he had smelt something rotten. “Another beast? These are my forests. I was born and I will die with them, I live and breathe as a part of them. It is my job, as warden and protector here.”

My confusion met his. “I mean no harm. But my village has made maiden sacrifices to apparently not you- every five years for as long as anyone can remember? Do you mean to say I am the first ever sacrifice ever found? Have all the others before me just died on the stone to be taken as carrion: Starved or frozen to death?”

A long silence followed, but the answer was clear. I would be the only sacrifice to leave the stone, as far as my knowledge knew.

“Sire, what is your name?” I asked, my voice hoarse and thick.

“Vidar. I am sorry, little female. I am not a child of the gods your people praise, and the stone table you were tied to is blessed by your priestesses, and therefore exempt from my forests. Had I known of the sacrifices, I would have taken them too… I just happened to be in the southern part of the forest when I heard your laughter. I’ve never heard a human laugh before. Screams, wails and nervous chatter are the only things I have experienced.”. He paused, and my eyes welled with tears. All those sacrifices… Screams and wails? Yet I have never felt more secure than now. why won't my body react correctly to the beast- Vidar?

“I am curious. That has always been my fault. That is my I touched your arm on the table. Never have I seen skin as soft as yours. I didn’t know that you would run for your life; as if you could get away from me.”

“Of course, I would run. Imagine if I held a knife to your arm, whilst all you could think about was when you were going to be devoured!!” My words were desperate and breathy, and my eyes started to overflow with tears. Frustration at my predicament, the forgotten sacrifices, my dear beloved mother, my friends in the village… I laughed again, and I could feel Vidar’s gaze on my face. I lay down and looked at the ceiling. When was I going to die? I would rather he just kill me now, so I don’t have to worry anymore.

However, he stood up and I could see him in the corner of my gaze. My face was wet again, and my laughter died out as soon as it had arrived. I saw his hand approaching, and I couldn’t care less. He had made it very clear that he would not harm me. His claws were somewhat retracted, like a cat’s would be, and it grazed my face.

“You are crying. But you are laughing. What do you mean? I cannot understand you, little female.”

“My name is Cosette, had you asked. And I’m afraid that not even human men can understand human females. So, I wouldn’t attempt it if I were you.”

This time, Vidar laughed. It was a deep throaty laugh, which reverberated through my bones. A single spark of desire rose from below, and my cheeks tinged red with embarrassment.

“I will leave you to sleep, Cosette, you need rest in order to be able to heal properly.”

His hand, which had been resting on my jaw withdrew, and it felt cold to be without bodily contact. Sleep came fast, and was dreamless.

It must have been early morning when I woke, for soft golden shafts of light were streaming in through the window panels. I yawned audibly before stretching my entire body. Tentatively, I reached my legs down to the wooden floors. The bed was rather tall, and sitting on the edge, my feet didn’t touch the ground. I scooted myself off and groaned when my feet hit the floor. Legs that had not been used in a day? Awful feeling. But, nature was calling, and I prayed to the gods that Vidar had some form of outhouse.

The rest of the cabin suited the bedroom well, with just one other room with tall wooden walls, a wrought iron fireplace and a giant butcher's block in the centre. It was simple, and you could tell that Vidar did not spend much time indoors. The fresh air felt sweet on my face as I pushed open the heavy cabin door. What was it with these unreasonably heavy doors? No outhouse in sight, i noticed. Around the back there was none either, but Vidar was there. I stood for a while, admiring him.

The forgotten sacrifices had not been his fault, i reasoned with myself. He has done nothing wrong- except partially my arm, but that wasn’t truly his fault. I smiled softly towards him, as i his back muscles rippled with effort. He looked quite human at times, with this broad torso, and long arms. Except, of course, for the fact that he was covered in fur. It was a dark grey colour, with flecks of brown and cream concentrating on his lower belly. I wonder how far down it goes… My eyes widen as I feel myself getting wet, and I am apparently not the only one to notice either.

Vidar turns his head to look at me, and it is the first time I have seen his face in the light. It was dark as well, almost darker than the rest of his body, were it not for his hauntingly beautiful amber eyes. Tension lies in the air as he looks at me intently, and his nostrils flare. I almost die of embarrassment.

“Vidar… I’m sorry to ask, but where should I go to relieve myself?” My cheeks are probably beetroot by now. He laughs before saying that all I have to do is find a place downstream. I thanked him and scurried off quickly.

Apparently, I was a little too fast, and a little too close, for I heard heavy grunts and pants emitting from the back garden when i came back. I stay still in the cover of the trees and hide. I can’t help myself. And neither can he.

He sits, hunched over on the woodchopping stump, his hand working fervently between his legs. I’ve never seen a “cock” before, as my older friend had called it. I had seen the family horses’, it's difficult not to, but Meline had told me that every animal, including humans, had different ones. I switch positions and crouch on the ground, and I find myself at eye level with his cock. It's dark, like his fur, but tinged purple- with thick veins littering it. It looks painful, I note, as I see it pulsing from afar. It has a large bulge at the bottom of it, growing by the second. With a loud groan, Vidar arches his head back in ecstasy- that, I understand, as his cock starts to emit long heavy spurts of semen. My pussy aches below my dress, but it is too much of a risk to touch myself here. He stands up and pulls back on his loincloth, and I suddenly find myself annoyed that I cannot see him anymore.

Forsaking myself, I quickly start to rub my clit with my hands, and I lean back against a tall pine tree, closing my eyes in pleasure. My back arches and my climax is oh-so-close when I open my eyes slightly. Fuck the gods and their seven horses. Vidar is standing right in front of me, leaning against a parallel tree. My mouth falls agape and I wrench my hand away from my clit, but I am too late. My climax courses through my body, and I moan loudly as my body fully relaxes. I am totally and utterly mortified as I look at him once again, and all he does is gaze at me. I brush down my dress and right my hair before looking at him again.

“You could have just approached me, little female, had you wanted to gaze upon me. I would not have minded, especially if I got this show afterwards, Cosette..”

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[crazyforkookoopuffs]

Jake x Reader-I’m going to take care of you

So this is also like not in the Avatar but in the Avatar universe. it's a weird in between where it mentions scent. They live on a beach or at least near enough to a beach. Idk I just wanted to write more of a tease kind of story. This is also my first time writing something like this and I like it. Im not sure if there'll be a part 2 but its probably very likely. This is also very short, I just realized, so a part 2 is def likely.

Word Count: ~700

Excuse any errors, if you want more or specific storylines comment/ make suggestion. If you also know any tips for better writing also comment them I just trying so many new things and have a couple of ideas I think I want to write about.

Jake is struggling. He is struggling so hard to contain himself and you are making it that much harder. With your tight coverings of your chest and the short but loose coverings of your bottom. He can smell you, everytime the wind blows and everytime you so much as shift toward him he catches a hint of your beautiful scent. He is lost when it comes to you. You truly are his weakness. A weakness he enjoys having. Enjoys  devouring.

Jake Sully who is literally salivating at the mouth as you lean down in front of him and he gets a full view of your full ass. The heat he feels crawls throughout his body, he has no idea where it started nor does he know where it ends but he does know both his aching cock and mind are burning to take care of you. 

He wants nothing more than to make you scream his name over and over. A mantra then falls off your lips like  sin. Nothing more than to sweep you off your feet and have you settle right atop of his face. His mouth more specifically. ‘Your throne’, he thinks, because you deserve nothing less.

You do so many things to him, you make him ache with want and need. You make his knees fucking  weak if you so ever glance his way, you are literally his first and last thought when he rises and sleeps. And right about now he has had enough of watching you carefully pick shells from the sandy shore you two are walking on. 

“Y/N, babe, you think we can head back now?” Jake asks, he hopes you don't notice the edge to his tone or the way his voice is a bit husky. Or maybe he does then you can allow him to do what he pleases to your body. You look toward him with a pout, not really wanting to leave just yet as the waves in the sea start to sparkle more as the sun goes down and the sky becomes a beautiful hue of pinks and blues. There's still a bunch of little cute shells you want to find. 

“But the sun isn't even down completely yet. It’s still so nice out.” you say with a slight whine to your tone. And god does it do something to Jake. He hates to ruin or cut your fun short but he is picturing other ways you can have fun. Images of you on top of him with your head thrown back in great pleasure and his hands finding purchase anywhere he can reach. His groans, fucking yells, rivaling your own..

“Actually it’s ok. We can come back tomorrow, I want to meditate before bed.” You interrupt his delicious daydream. 

There's a slight pause of movement as Jake makes eye contact with you and he can't help but to pull you in his arms. Staring into your eyes he takes the tip of his dumb and traces the outline of your full bottom lip. 

And the thing that goes over Jake’s head is the fact that you're completely head over heels for him too. So his action, as small as it is, makes you almost instantly drip. Your knees go weak as you look into his eyes. Seeing him. Seeing all the dirty thoughts he has of you too together. Your mouth slightly opens as he puts a bit more pressure.

“Fuck. Momma, you're going to be the death of me.” He curses as you suck in his finger. He is just glad your home isnt too far from where yall are right now, otherwise he would have considering fucking you right here on the beach. In the open. ‘Hmmm, maybe another time.’ he thinks. 

You two stand there for a moment pressed together. Your chest flushed against his chest. He can feel your hardened nipples through the top. You can feel his broad chest and it makes your mind so fuzzy you don't even realize that you are sucking Jake’s fingers so hard that saliva is already pooling out and around it.  But Jake notices.

Oh, he notices how your eyes glaze over and your thighs squeeze tighter together and how a slight whimper comes out of you when you can’t seem to press any closer to him. And he definitely notice the way you suck on his finger. If his cock isn't hard enough already then, now, with your sweet sinful lips around his finger, your seductive scent, and the lovely sounds you are making would sure do the fucking trick. 

He pulls out his thumb and inhales as you chase it with a disappointed mewl.

“Take me home Jake.” 

[littlelightbolt]

JazzProwl + baby - Merformers AU Chapter 3 - A captive individual

So here's the last of the chapters I have ready written, I kinda write in a bullet point style cause I don't think my brain is at the capacity at the moment to come back and make them actual well written chapters. Enjoy tho. - Ideas still welcome. I'm kinda stuck on what other problems the character will be facing with life in the aquarium.

Life down in this hell hole has been a constant blood pressure raising experience for Prowl.

Not counting his transportation after being caught, he has calculated that it has been 32 cycles since his kidnapping from the Autobot pod after a bloody dispute with Optimus. Not even Jazz had tried to stop him when he stormed off.

The capture had been unpredictable. Never in his mind would it have occured to him that pirates had breached the secret coves wall.

His pod could be in danger and he couldn't even there to warn them. Even if the probabilities were low, he could only hope that no one else had been captured. The cove was a protected space. It would be detrimental to their way of life if humans were to discover them.

He fought every step of the transport process. Stuck alone in a tiny space with a foreign language echoing through as his music. Bruised and battered he arrived to a rather large facility. Bright colours were everywhere it was dizzying. After being poked and prodded, he was placed in an isolation pool. The empty walls smelt of distress and dead fish. He simmered deeply ashamed to have been outsmarted by a bunch of land dwellers. He graced his tank by thrashing aggressively sending big waves that splashed the humans who shrieked in displeasure recoiling from the edge of his pool. Despite the brief victory, he was soon swarmed by the lot of them.

Over the next few days, he learned quickly that attacking the staff was a futile effort. Where one fell another took their place. He always got drugged and worked with an awful headache there after. Now, he has reserved to take a smarter approach, observing all he could in hopes of plotting an escape someday.

Eventually the humans deemed him healthy enough to be transferred to a bigger pool. To his surprise, this one had furnishings of actual kelp and rocks. One of the walls had an ominous grate that connected to parts unknown. Prowl steered clear of that for now. There was a small alcove at the bottom to hide in, barely big enough to stretch out fully in. A small school of fish were in here with him while star fish rested on the glass wall looking outwards.

His first glimpse in what would be his new home was less that flattering. Beyond his tank there were many others just like his with pairs of mers or solo ones as he was. They too seemed to notice the new comers presence and we're checking him out too.

Prowl's skin curled at the thought of having little to no privacy.

Below to tank groups of humans were looking up at him. Most of them wore bright colours and expensive suits. The walkways reminded Prowl of the big loud yachts he would see from time to time back home. It disgusted him to be downgraded to an item to be observed.

Everyday it's just the same four walls and the humans outside. His neighbours loud and the humans louder still. He did his best to get through each day though and memorise the routines of the humans that took care of him.

Sometimes mers from the tanks around him were cartes off and returned again, sometimes they just never did. It was always the prettier mers, the ones who showed interest in the humans down below. Prowl deducts that being carted off is very bad and strives to be as antisocial as he can with the humans. He fears for the day his turn comes.

So far, escape is still far away. It was only in the night cycles where most mers were asleep that he could have a quiet reprieve from the over-stimulating environment, where the constant vigilance tore down on him.

It is there that the waves of loneliness would wash over him completely, pulling him under some nights. He would never admit that he laments that no one will come to save him. To get away from it all, what used to be a private pass time now became a self soothing hobby. He sang. Tuneless little melodies to songs he remembered from mainly Jazz.

His songs on those nights were considered some of the most hauntingly beautiful in the aquarium to the skeleton crew humans who worked the night shift. Only amplified when the humpback mer several tanks down that sang to and with him occasionally. They formed a sort of musical comradery.

It was the 55 day cycle here at the facility. The day cycle was stagnant and Prowl was well and truly bored. He swam a few laps around the tank and cleaned up his little burrow but aside from that there was nothing to do. Prowl cursed the humans cleverness, exploiting the mers need for being busy to entertain the crowds outside.

Prowl firmly pushed down the urge to look back at the glass knowing that doing so won't do him any favours. And so he laps, chasing the fish and rearranging the star fish.

The sounds coming from the glass were getting louder today. Way louder than usual. Curiosity getting the better of him, Prowl glanced towards the screen. A large crowd has gathered at his viewing window. Apprehension takes him, he never had so many humans stay in front of his enclosure.

A tiny hint of fear sinks in. Is he being carted off. A human dress in a workers uniform was in front of the crowd talking into a microphone echoing the words into the water "-and today we will be introducing this sweet little baby to what will hopefully be their loving surrogate parent!" Prowl had picked up a few words during his captivity but most of the sentence was beyond him.

The announcer finished with a flourish and the crowd clapped and cheered. The sound of something breaching the surface caught Prowl's awareness. A large box was being lowered into the tank. Prowl fear turned to dread when he saw the little body within it. The faint smell of distress and sick was coming off of them.

Knowing the humans, he kept a fair distance away from the box until it was fully lowered to the bottom of the tank. When the ropes had fully detached he made he way towards the box. At least the sick bastards didn't lock the little one in there. They could have drowned if they did.

Prowl was honestly a bit out of his depth in talking to young kids. The autobot pod didn't have any, the youngest was probably hot rod and they had found him when he was already a teen. Figuring the best way to gather their atte tion was to talk Prowl gently called out to the little form that laid there. The poor thing curled tight in fear slowly unfurled seemingly seeming him approable.

Prowl reached out to touch him, but being unsure of how to start allowed the baby to initiate first contact. Now up close, Prowl was thankful that no visible bruises were seen on the baby. But, it did to his eyes look slightly tired and flushed. Must have been the panic of being moved here taking its toll. They looked old enough to start talking but the little one was silent.

When the baby grasped his finger, Prowl was glad the terror twins weren't there to see him freeze. The world grew smaller until it was just the too of them, a wave of warm emotions unfurled in Prow 's cold heart. If only for a nano click. Another small hand was roaming his chest, pawing at his skin funnily enough it was slightly tickling the adult amusing him.

Wanting to assess the baby further, Prowl brought the little hands to his face scenting them, the baby was slightly malnourished and smelt of burnt sour milk due to the fever raging. They were sicker than he thought and it worried him.

It was then the crowd outside returned him to reality. The loud shouts and cheering shatter their small moment. The baby frightened once again.

Prowl made quick work of the latches. Opening the box and reaching inside for the baby. They were leaving, he was fed up of the unwelcome eyes on them. The baby latched on and curled around his chest rather snuggly, he could feel that they were burning up.

With a few powerful whips of his tail, he breached the surface of the tank allow the little one to breathe. Before diving back down into his little cove to his. It barely fit the too of them.

Kelp was a common herb in the sea incorporated into almost any dish the autobot pod cooked or made. Prowl remembered ratchet giving a lecture to the twin about eating their veggies. That it was also a great staple in medicine for simple illness like fevers. Thinking fast, Prowl slipped out of the cover and grabbed some kelp to use it as medicine for the little one. The humans watched him in fascination but he hardly cared for them. Arriving back to the shivering baby, he chewed up some kelp in his mouth making sure it was turned to paste before spitting it out and feeding it to the little one.

He fed them 3 mouthfuls of kelp before the little one showed signs of being full and drowsy.

The baby nuzzled into his form looking up at him once bleary before laying down to sleep.

Not wanting to awake the little one, Prowl got comfortable for the long unmoving wait of nap time. While the baby slept, Prowl's mind whirled. Well, he definitely wasn't bored now.

'where were their mother, pod? what happened to them, how long had the baby been alone for can they actually speak' many other questions swarmed his mind.

Most of all, his escape plan now had an additional variable. If he were to escape he would be bringing the baby with him. He could only pray to a god he didn't quite believe in: primus to be so merciful to them.

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[uwudonoodle]

I just finished a scene I've been terrified to write for weeks. When I read it to my partner, he said he loved it and I started crying. 😭😭😭

[rhoorl]

Have a draft of the first chapter of my fic written ... now time for me to reread it and not psych myself out about actually publishing it. eeek!

[unknownusernumber13]

Written Destiny

Short story based on provided prompt from @writing-prompt-s

"You’ve just got back from the war after several years. Each day you wrote to your daughter. You came back to find your letters piled on her grave."

I also posted this before... But I looked at it for too long and started to hate it. So I took down the original post and rewrote it :')

I wrote to Emily everyday.

I told her I missed her, and that I love her. I said that Daddy is fighting so Mommy can be safe and that I promise to come home one day.

But I also told her of the horrors of war. That I've killed countless people. I told her that Daddy has watched the light fade from the eyes of a stranger. I told her I started to not only feel numb to the feeling, but that I started to enjoy it.

I warned her about the danger that comes with warfare. How a simple weapon can become addictive, and feel too comfortable wielded in your grasp over time. I told her that taking a life can start to feel like second nature. I warned her of this knowing she didn't need to be told anything of the sort.

She already knows.

I asked for her forgiveness. Because, even though it may seem like it, her Daddy isn't a monster. I prayed she would grant me the blessing of believing me, no matter how unlikely.

Sometimes writing her letters was the only thing that got me through the day. I'd write in the rain, while my friend slowly bled to death. I could write while listening to the boom of gunfire. I perfected being able to write while feeling the breeze from passing bullets. It made me stronger, unbreakable.

I sent every letter I ever wrote, no matter what.

Now I'm home, listening to the silence that greets me instead of her little voice. And as I stand at her unkept grave, staring at the letters mindlessly littered among the overgrown grass and dried mud, I can't help be feel a loss for words.

For years, I had too many thoughts rattling around my skull. I needed to release them, so I did. And, in doing so, I found a new purpose. I was worried that, once I came home, my purpose would wither away like the flowers that once decorated Emily's final resting place.

But no. I simply finished one mission, and began another. Just like before. It keeps happening. Maybe this is all I was meant for, finding a mess and cleaning it up. Figuring out the solution to a problem that no one could solve beforehand.

My hands may be stained with blood and ink, but with the flow of my sins comes cleansing tide of freedom. I know what I need to do now, my one final attempt at salvation.

I need to find the person that figured out where I hid my daughter's body.

[whitealiselights]

stay high - S. reid

A/N: Hi Friends ! This is my first actual post. So, if this is bad please tell me! This is a long one sooo, i suggest you buckle up for this one.

Warnings: Mentions of Smoking, and Drinking!

Words: 2.1k

if that is something you cant handle please feel free to read something else!

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It was Hard. Genuinely hard to stop. Recently, [Y/N] has had a hard time with being sober. it had been what felt like years, but its only been months. Ever since Spencer had started ignoring you a year and a half ago, after years of knowing eachother, and profiling together. He stopped talking to you after almost getting yourself killed during a fight with an unsub, and nearly put into a coma. You understood that it was a dangerous situation to put yourself through but, it was to protect the boy you were in love with. spencer never saw it that way though.

Just a week ago, Hotch came to visit you. Just him. It made you happy to see him, it had been a year and a half since you’ve seen him. The only reason he went to see you was just to ask you to help on a case. You were happy that he wanted to ask for your help.

“[Y/N] are you high? again?” Asked Hotch as he was sitting at the table in your living room, drinking a coffee. “Whattt? Nooo.” You say very slowly, as you fall back on the couch, just after “using” the bathroom. “I’m totally not high Aaron.” You said as you sit up to look at him, eyes bloodshot red. “[Y/N] how long has this been going on?” Hotch Asked you, as he was finishing up his coffee. “I don’t know maybe a year? I don’t really know, or am in the right mind to care.” You answered his question, as you went to get a beer. Aaron suddenly stopped you, grabbing your shoulder in the process.

“This has been going on for a year? And you just now say something about it! Are you fucking kidding me [Y/N]!” Aaron yelled at you. The first you’ve heard it in months, and even thought it’s hard to admit, you missed it. “What can I say Aaron? Ever since The soft Headed, and Worrisome Spence left me, I haven’t been sober. Plus, you’re the one who asked me anyway.” You said turning around and staring at Aaron. “[Y/N] do you realize how bad this is? You almost got yourself killed by putting yourself in a dangerous situation. We didn’t come back because we knew how much danger you would be in, if you kept working with us.” He explained. He couldn’t bear to see you like this, it hurt him too much, and he knew, he just knew he had to do something about it.

“For context Aaron, You and and the team left me! After I woke up in the hospital you were gone! Both of you were! Ever since then, I’ve found a different way to cope okay? I haven’t been out on a case since! Hell, I haven’t even talked to Gideon, and he’s the person I miss the most Hotch! Gideon’s my dad for fucks sake aaron, and I don’t even talk to him.” You claimed. “Hell, I haven’t talked to spence at all since that fucking murder case. He’s the last person that wants to talk to me. I almost got myself killed protecting the boy I was In love with. And for that, he doesn’t talk to me. So yes, I realize how bad it is for me. It’s the only way that helps me forget everything. So you know what. Bite me.” You couldn’t hold it in anymore. It was hard too, knowing how stupid you were for telling aaron about how you felt. Especially for mentioning Spence.

“So all this is about Reid?” aaron quickly asked. “So what if it is. It’s not like it matters in the first place.” You replied. “[Y/N] you just now mention that you’re in love with him. [Y/N] he’s loved you since the first time you two met.” Hotch mentioned. How the hell is he just now going to tell you about Spencers feelings towards you. “I was In love with him, aaron. Was.” You stated. “Now, if you could please leave me alone Hotch. I have things to do.” You said. Like hell hotch was going to fall for that. “Really? You of all people have things to do? “Things” as in getting high even more right?” aaron stated.

“Look Hotchner, if you’re just going to stand there and criticize me go ahead but, I’m tired of you mentioning it okay? I’m finally starting to forget everything that happened, and I feel good about it. So if you would please leave, i would fucking appreciate it.” You angrily spoke. You were tired of him, and how he acted like he cared about you, it had been a year and a half and he just now notices and shows that he cares. You were tired of everything.

“Alright fine, but don’t come asking us for help when you need [Y/N]. Do you understand?” aaron exclaimed. “aaron, I don’t want your help, I’m gonna die soon anyway. I couldn’t care less about anything anymore.” Hearing you say those words hurt aaron, it was like he didn’t know you anymore. When you first met, you were this sweet, innocent girl that loved profiling. And now, now you’re just a nobody. Aaron grabbed all his stuff and walked out the door, at first you felt guilty, but remembering about your high, you couldn’t care less.

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It hurt him like hell walking out that door just like she wanted him to. But it’s [Y/N] He promised He would always respect her and her wishes. If that’s what she wanted that’s what she got. He sat in the driver seat and just stared into the distance. “Fuck.” He yelled, as he hit the steering wheel.

It had been an hour or two at least when aaron got a Call from Spencer. “Hello?” aaron questioned over the phone. “Hey hotch, how’d it go?” Sam asked him. “Not good at all reid.” “Why, what happened?” spencer asked him. “We’ll talk about it when I get back to the bureau. I’m gonna call Gideon.” He stated. “Alright.” Spencer spoke then hung up. He called Gideon, “What are you calling me for kid? You’re not on a case are ya.” Bobby exclaimed. “No Gideon, I’m not.” Dean stated. “Then what are you calling me for?” Gideon asked. “Just meet me at the bureau okay? reid’s already there, so you can head over there.” He said, then hung up.

Aaron eventually made it back to the bureau. He didn’t know how Gideon and Reid were going to handle what he was going to tell them. Especially Gideon because that was his daughter whom he hadn’t heard from in a year and a half. It hurt Gideon the most out of all of them. Aaron walked into the bureau closing the door behind him, and walking down the stairs. There they were, Reid and Gideon. He was afraid of what they were going to think. I mean this was someone they had known for years, who wasn’t even the same anymore.

“hotch, why are we here?” Reid asked him, very clearly confused. “It’s about [Y/N]. I went to go visit her yesterday.” Aaron spoke as he was putting his stuff down. “You what?” Gideon questioned, confused. “Hotch, we promised each other we wouldn’t contact or see her again after what happened.” Reid stated, sort of angry. “I know but I had found a case, and thought we could use her help but, it was pointless.” Aaron said. “What do you mean it was pointless? This is my daughter we’re talking about here Aaron!” Bobby angrily said. “Gideon, she’s not the same anymore okay? That’s not your daughter, at least not the one we knew!” Aaron exclaimed.

“Hotch, what are you saying? It’s [Y/N] she would never change and we know that.” Sam replied. “That’s what we knew Reid. Knew. She’s completely different now.” Aaron stated. “Just get to the point Aaron.” Bobby said. Hotch knew they weren’t expecting what he was going to say. But, he was prepared for it, in some way he thought. Aaron sighs, “Look, [Y/N] isn’t the happy girl we had before she accident okay? Her personality is different, she’s getting high, drinking beer, running around and partying. She’s not herself anymore.” Aaron Exclaimed. He knew that’s not what they expected to hear. “[Y/N]? Drinking, and getting high? No. That’s impossible.” Reid said. “Damn it [Y/N] you weren’t supposed to turn out like this.” Gideon spoke to himself.

“We have to go see her.” Gideon said. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Aaron spoke. “Why not hotch? That’s Gideon’s daughter we’re talking about.” “Because Reid, she’s not even sober. She hasn’t been sober since we left.” Dean stated. “That’s even more of a reason to see her!” Gideon exclaimed. “Okay, alright We’ll go see her.” Aaron said. “Meet me outside, when you’re ready.” Aaron said walking towards the Elevator.

“Gideon, are you sure you want to see her in that state? I mean, imagine how bad she looks.” Reid said, turning to face Gideon. “Yes of course I’m sure, that’s my daughter.” Gideon replied. “Alright c’mon.” Reid said.

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It was 4 in the morning. Who the hell could possibly be knocking on your motel door at this ungodly hour. “Oh my lord.” You said as you sit up and rub your eyes. The knocking still continues. “I’m coming damn!” You slightly yelled while opening the door. It was Aaron, Reid, and Your dad.Jason. “Aaron.” You said. “[Y/N], let us in please.” Aaron begged. “What did I tell you about coming back.” You replied. “Please..we just want to talk.” He stated. “Fine, but make it fast.” You said while opening the door. You weren’t expecting them to see you in this state. Even though Aaron, already had.

“Jesus [Y/N] it reeks of Weed in here.” Gideon said. “Yeah and?” You Asked. “And? [Y/N] what the hell happened to you? You’re better than this.” Gideon stated, walking closer to you. “Maybe the fact that, you’re two idiot of coworkers sons left me for dead in the fucking hospital!” You yelled back at him. “[Y/N] we thought it would’ve been dangerous to keep having you working cases with us!” Reid replied. “Still Reid, that didn’t give you a reason to leave me! And you Gideon, especially you! You didn’t even come looking for me. I waited and waited, and I got nothing from you. You’re my dad, you were supposed to make sure I was okay!” You angrily yelled while holding a blunt. Gideon didn’t know what to say, he knew you were right. He should’ve made sure you were okay, but he didn’t. He knows that was stupid of him.

“[Y/N] why are you doing this to yourself?” Red questioned with tears in his eyes. “You’re gone and I gotta stay high all the time, to keep you off my mind.” Reid felt stupid and hurt for leaving you, but he knew it was the best for both you, and him, but it was best for Gideon as well. At least that’s what he thought. But he was wrong. “[Y/N] please, you can’t keep going on like this.” Aaron stated. “Oh yes I can, and I will because it’s the only way I feel good Aaron, and nobody is going to take that from me.” You replied as your face stained with tears, while also finishing getting high.

“It makes me feel good, the only way I forget. I hate remembering. I hate all of it.” “Then, we could help you [Y/N] , help you get better.” Said Reid. “That’s the problem. I don’t want to get better. I like the euphoria.” You said. “Please, just let us help you.” Reid exclaimed, now crying. “Spence. I spend my days locked in a haze, trying to forget you. I’ve gotta stay high all my life, to forget I’m missing you. I hate missing you. It hurts, seeing that you never even called, or even checked for a second. This is how I cope with my sadness all the time.” You stated. “[Y/N] what are you saying?” Reid questioned you with a quick confused look. “I was in love with you Spencer. I was deeply,madly in love with you. I don’t know if I even love you now anymore. It’s been so long.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, I was in love with you, and still am madly actually. I never even stopped thinking about you for a second.” Reid stated. “Spencer, I knew how you felt about your love life after maeve, and I knew that you weren’t ready yet.” You replied. “I tried to love you, even after everything, but I just couldn’t Reid. I’m not good enough for you. I never will be. Spencer look at me, I’m a mess now, and I’m not getting better anytime soon.” You exclaimed. “Just let me help you [Y/N] please, I’m begging you.” Spencer said. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry to everyone but..” “but what [Y/N] ?” Spencer cut you off. You knew that what you were about to say was going to hurt everyone, you didn’t want to say it but, it as true. As much as you wanted to get better, you couldn’t and you wouldn’t, it was too late.

❝I don’t want help.❞

A/N: I hope you liked this! it was kind of shitty , plus it was my first time so it’ll get better over time! anyways, my requests are open! so if you’d like me to write about something specific, i’d love too! thats it for now, bye bye amigas!🎀

[kkgore]

Beta 4 Beta

Hello writeblr,

I am a new writer currently working on my first novel. It is an epistolary sci-fi novel about the political ramifications of the development of faster than light travel across 6 planets. It’s also a very thinly veiled satire of real world political and economic models, and is in no way informed by my anxiety over lock down ending. honest! I am approaching 30,000 words and could really do with someone to both give me consistent feedback and keep me accountable in regard to actually sitting down and writing.

I am, of course, in return more than happy to do the same. I am a voracious reader of fantasy, sci-fi, and horror, and have read my fair share of the classics. I have a background in academia and in public speaking, as well as some legal experience (although I am NOT a lawyer). I have previous experience being a “copy editor” (and general... coach, I guess?) for people writing at an undergradute level, and have had a very small amount of experience teaching critical thinking and analysis skills. And I think (hope) all of these skills will transfer to me being a pretty good beta reader. I am also willing to share photos of my 4 cats as motivational treats.

If anyone is interested my inbox is open. 

Hope you are all having a smashing day!

KK

[bestbuddybobby]

Ofcourse the first Bathena fanfic I am trying to write is Christmas themed. At least that will give me like 7 weeks to write and fine tune it. If I will ever let it out of my vault and show it to the world, because this is SCARY.

(I don’t like to read OOC stories so here’s to hoping I manage to keep it nice and believable ✨)