Snow Flurries

RIGHT. guys... I unironically will just sit and read my own books.😭😭😭 i'm being so fr like if I go to a previous chapter to "find info" or remembering some random detail and get too into the chapter and just keep reading.. like its not my own book. "Damn this is good😍🙈" No crap babe you wrote and came up with that HELLO??😭😭

guys.. what the hell this is so sad😧😓😢 love this movie tho, feel so bad for lizzy.

what do normal people do?

like what do people who don't go on tumblr and read silly little fics do? I can't imagine getting home and not immediately checking my tumblr, wattpad, ao3, or c.ai. they must be so bored. how can they watch a movie with a hot character and not immediately search for books or bots on them?? i feel so bad for them..💔🙏

bad dreams

Spencer Reid x gn! reader

summary: you wake in the middle of the night seeing your boyfriend wide awake still shaken up from the nightmare he had awoken from.

warnings : really none, small bit of angst, pretty boy being sweet, fluffy

word count : idk maybe 0.4K

a/n : okay so I haven’t finished criminal minds yet but after watching season 1 episode 10 this has been stuck in my mind and I need to write it but, I just love Spencer so much he’s so amazing I hope y’all enjoy🫶.

The bright moon was high in the sky, quietly illuminating the room as you and your boyfriend lie asleep. You rest peacefully quiet breaths, the soft rise and fall of your chest with each breath fueled by your beating heart. Though, you lie asleep as if you were a small boat on a still lake, the man beside you couldn’t stop twisting and turning.

Escaping the dream Spencer awoke with a jolt sitting up his eyes shooting open. Feeling this sudden motion pulled you from your own calmer dream. You slowly turn over your mind still drowsy from the abrupt awakening. You see the dark curls leaning over his face, his head in his hands. You reach up placing your warm hand to his bare back causing him to jump.

“Honey, are you okay” you mumble still trying to keep from falling back asleep. He turned to look at you as you slowly sat up, “oh did I wake you up I’m s-“ he started quietly. You quickly shook your head no saying “no no it’s okay what happen are you alright” your voice still low as you quickly checked over his body to make sure he wasn’t injured.

Your eyes looked back to his as he said “no just I had a bad dream is all.” Your mouth made somewhat of an “oh” shape as you nodded to his words. You had none of his night terrors for a long time and though it had happened less frequently there were some nights he couldn’t escape them. You pulled him into a tight hug as you always had saying “well I’m sorry, I just wish there was something I could do to stop them” your tone apologetic, your heart shattering every time you saw the small tears that would well up in his fearful eyes from the thought of all the scary things that would haunt him in the deep hours of the night.

“This” Spencer whispered into your hair as your fingers twirled his own messy curls. His words brought a smile to your face as you felt eyes begin to become harder and harder to keep open, the warm embrace acting as a blanket.

You pull away and reach your hands up to his face, the light stubble poking your fingers as you use your thumbs to wipe away the tears. Placing a small kiss to his nose as you whisper “i love you” hoping your soft affectionate words will bring him the comfort he needs.

He reciprocates the words with a quiet “I love you more” and you couldn’t keep from playfully rolling your eyes “that’s not possible” you speak softly your words bringing a smile to his face as Spencer wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer, capturing his lips over yours. Pulling away as you lie down again his arms still wrapped around you, his head now lying in the crook of your neck as you bring your hands back into his hair running your fingers through it. Eventually, you both fall back asleep to the sound of your matching steady heartbeats and the comforting warmth of each other. And for the first time in a long time Spencer had slept through the whole night feeling amazing and well rested in the morning. Even with the bright rising sun that beamed through the light curtains shining into his eyes Spencer couldn’t help but smile as he saw you lying asleep, knowing that he’d found the one.

okay what do we think guys. Lmk if you have any thoughts, or criticisms and yeah again I hoped you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed right have a great day or night and I love you.

"but i'm losing myself and i'm afraid you're gonna lose me too."

AHHHH STOP THIS IS SO CUTIEE😍😚

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PAIRING : jacob black x female reader

SUMMARY : request —here

NOTE : yall are 21 +

jacob had always been strong. physically, emotionally, spiritually. but the moment he held your baby in his arms for the first time, all that strength turned into something softer. fiercer, even. protective in a way that made his chest ache. you were half asleep on the hospital bed, your hair messy, cheeks flushed, and a sleepy smile tugging at your lips. jacob sat beside you, shirt rumpled, one big hand cradling your newborn’s head as they rested on his bare chest, tiny heartbeat tucked right against his own.

“she’s got your eyes,” he whispered, voice all raspy emotion as he looked at your daughter. “but the scowl. that’s totally me.” you let out a soft laugh, eyes misty. “If she gets your temper, I’m doomed.”

“she’s already got your attitude,” he countered, brushing your hair back with such tenderness it nearly made you cry. “she made a whole stink when the nurse tried to swaddle her.”

you smiled up at him. “she’s a little wolf already.”

he glanced at the tiny girl again. still sleeping soundly against him and his voice dropped. “she’s my whole world. you both are.”

—

back home in your cozy little house in la push, the nights got longer and the exhaustion set in. but jacob never complained. he’d take the 3AM shift, gently bouncing her in his arms while humming old lullabies passed down from his mom and billy. he’d talk to her in a low whisper, telling her stories about the moon, the pack, how he met you.

“she’s gonna be a little warrior like her mom,” he’d say, brushing his thumb over her tiny hand. “and I’ll be right here. always.” and when you’d peek into the nursery in the middle of the night, you’d see jacob fast asleep on the floor, baby in his arms, a blanket thrown over both of them, and a smile on his face. you’d kneel down beside them and whisper, “I think we did something really, really good.”

and Jacob, even half asleep, would nod. “the best thing I’ve ever done.”

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bad dreams

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✰ I mostly write fluff and sometimes write angst i prefer to stay away from angst because reading and write is my escape from some upsetting topics and i don't wanna make myself sad. I don't usually write nsfw and I prob won't depending on the request

✰ I can write of certain reader types (goth, super feminine, curly hair, etc.) but, if it's topics i'm not super familiar with such as readers with mental health problems i may not write the request or it may take me some more time so i can do some research.

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Jacaerys Velaryon:

Alicent Hightower:

class of 2013

Heleana Targeryen:

Aemond Targeryen:

Rheanyra Targaryen:

Christon Cole:

class of 2013

Alicent Hightower x daughter! reader (uh platonic duh yall are freaks..)

summary: "mom i'll be quiet, it would just be to sleep at night."

warnings: ANGST, mommy issues, kinda hurt comfort, reader is married to Aemond (not very relevant tho, like barely mentioned don't worry)

a/n: i'm sorry in advance but class of 2013 is so amazing and so targ-hightower kids core. I had write like the song works too well for me to not.🙏

You felt a kind of numbness, you found yourself craving the one thing you hadn't gotten in your adolescence. Your mother. Of course she was there, raising you. Though you had not ever gotten the tenderness, the warm nurture. The kind one would expect from a mother.

Allicent Targaryen had many titles, Lady Allicent, King Viserys' second wife, the queen. Loving mother never seemed to be one of them. Growing up you always felt you had a Queen mother, never a mom.

Her words alwaysed left unvarnished and direct, her attitude controlled and intimidating, the trait a learned one likely from her own father. You were always taught to hold your unpleasant emotion until you were alone, "the reputation of the Crown must be upheld." She would say.

This is what had you stood outside of your mother's bed chambers, debating if you should enter. Tears still staining your water line, pulling at your fingernails, the moon tall in the sky. Your husband was away, flying off on Vhagar somewhere. The silence of your shared room causing your feelings of seemingly constant dread and stress to heighten.

Despite your mind screaming at you to go back to your own room and cry into your pillow as you always did, you pulled your hand up to knock. After a moment you heard the steady tone, "Come." She spoke without a hint of fatigue, the kind you'd expect for such a late hour.

Taking another breath of air, you pulled the door open just enough to slip into the room. Your mother's cold eyes set on you, eyes softening the slightest bit upon seeing her youngest daughter.

She spoke your name, a twinge of curiosity and slight worry in her voice. You could not meet her eyes, you never could. Even as she was sat in her bed, hair down, and dark clothes replaced with a simple night gown. Her strong look, now the sight of a person, mayhaps even a mother.

"Mother- I-I apologies, it is so very late, It is only.." You did not know how to ask your request, not without sounding like a burden or something to be dealt with then brushed away. Imagining all the ways she would dismiss you, standing like you were a simple toddling girl once again.

Shaking hands, picking at the cuticles of your nails. Rising from her bed, hearing your hesitancy she mumbled your nail once more. "I.. need to know you love me.." Your voice timid, tears brimming in your eyes. The Queen spoke your again, her voice softer.

"Darling, you know-" Seeing your expression, and the way your lip quivered with the ache in your chest Alicent stopped her words. Reaching out to her daughter, offering the one thing you were craving. A hug.

You were quick to reciprocate, taking quick steps over to her. Tears falling down your cheeks as she pulled you into a comforting embrace. Your head resting on her chest, in the way a newborn babe might. You could feel the heat left over from her array of blankets, her inviting smell invading your senses.

A hand running soothing motions over your back, as the other held your head close as she'd missed the gentleness as well. Tears staining her collarbone, your breathing slowed. You caught yourself wondering why you'd never asked before.

The horrible stressful thoughts leaving your mind, a quiet feeling of relaxation over taking your body. Strangled sobs muffled by her skin. Not wanting to return to your cold dark room, you whispered.

"Mother m-may I stay, I will be quiet it would only be for the night. My chamber's are so quiet and I believe if I am alone.. I may do something reckless.. just to sleep. I do not want to be alone." Pulling your head from her chest looking up at her.

"Yes my daughter." She spoke, and you lied your head back on her shoulder. Getting a glimpse of what looked to be tears in her own eyes.

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