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protect | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,
summary - you get badly injured on a case, and the hospital visit ruins your surprise.
genre - fem!bau!reader x spencer, hurt/comfort, little bit of angst and arguing, fluff, happy ending!! reader can bear children (has female anatomy)
warnings - pregnancy, major injuries, mentions of gross hospital things, r uses she/her pronouns, usual criminal minds violences
w/c - 2.2k
a/n - thank u for the request! loved the idea immediately and this is the first time i’m writing abt pregnancy and stuff so pls do not quote me on anything!!! also this writing isn’t my best, sorry abt that. okay bye have fun reading
request - (@ursuu-la) hihihi idk if you're taking requests, but what if u write something where Spencer and a fem reader are dating and she's pregnant, but she's kinda scared(? or nervous to tell Spencer. And maybe she could tell it to one of the girls of the team to find a way of approaching Reid, but then she gets hurt or something happens to her in a case.
“Oh. My. God.”
You turned your attention from the open manila folder to Garcia’s multiple screens, searching each one for something important, “What?”
“Y/n M/n Reid. You’re pregnant?” Garcia spun in her chair with an angry expression while pointing a ringed finger at the main computer screen. It was your medical history - which you allowed her to search so she could experiment with a new hacking technique - but you had forgotten about your recent discovery.
Your hand was clamped over your mouth as you stared in shock and started rambling through your fingers, “Garcia. I swear, nobody knows - I wasn’t keeping this from just you,” you placed your hands on her shoulders when she stood up in disappointment, sending her office chair to collide with the desk, “Spencer doesn’t even know, please Garcia. Don’t tell anyone.”
Your eyes searched hers for a promise or compromise, but instead you got welling tears.
“Garcia?”
“Y/n, your pregnant with a little Reid! This is amazing- How come you haven’t told him? I’ll have a new little nephew or niece! Y/n!” She squealed and took your hands to spin you in a circle in her small office. You immediately felt nauseous and slowed the excited girl, her hair accessories threatening to fall off in her happiness. You held your stomach and whispered,
“No spinning, I’ll throw up.”
She glanced to her computer screens and shut them down immediately, sitting back down and taking a deep breath. “This is great! Right? Please tell me this is great, you’re already 6 weeks pregnant.”
You bit your lip and nodded, “I mean, I think it’s great but..” You lost yourself in thought.
Last year when you and Spencer got married, you had talked about starting a family many times. But every time you both agreed to wait a few more years in order to save up more money and maybe move into a bigger apartment or even a house. This was not what you planned.
Spencer liked having a plan, it was one thing you grew to love. He was organised and, due to his amazing memory, remembered everything, especially everything about you. And though you two had grown so close you were basically one person, this was the only time you had no idea how Spencer would react if he found out your secret.
“I don’t know how to tell Spencer.”
Garcia grinned, but it was quickly wiped away when she noticed a certain figure in the doorway. You spun on your heel, heart attacking your ribs. Luckily, it was not your husband, but your boss. He stood sternly and started, “We’ve got a case, wheels up in 30.”
You nodded and turned back to Garcia, all she did was wave and whisper, “I’ll text you.”
In the plane, you sat next to Spencer in the aisle seat, stomach feeling queasy and phone vibrating non-stop in your back pocket. You pinched the bone between your eyebrows and squinted at the case files that Hotch had quickly gone over. Morgan was spilling some theories, Prentiss backing him up, when Spencer lowered his head and whispered in your ear, “Are you okay? You seem tired.”
You put on a small smile and nodded, the fact that Spencer had noticed something wrong meant that the rest of the team would notice soon too. You raised yourself and squeezed Spencer’s hand that had been in your lap. You murmured a small excuse me to Hotch and excused yourself to the plane’s toilet.
Spencer began to get worried for your health. The past week and a half, you’d been eating less and then more, and then you’d say you felt sick, and then you were full of energy. You cancelled plans, you slept more, and you had started avoiding Spencer. You were getting sick, and distant, and he hated how you wouldn’t let him help you whenever he asked. He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head slightly, attempting to focus on the profile.
Sat on the toilet, ready to double over into the bathroom sink, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through Garcias texts.
What about a baby onesie with Daddy’s favourite child on it?
What about a candle lit dinner?
What about donuts that spell out ‘I’m Pregnant!’
I’ve seen people purposefully burn bread and wait until their husbands understand, maybe that?
Maybe. But right now, that was not what you wanted to think about. On top of the case and the whole pregnancy situation, your symptoms were becoming harder to conceal.
A whole day of analysis, interrogating, leads and dead ends led you to a one story run down house with broken windows and an overgrown yard. You threw the FBI bullet vest over your shoulders as Spencer approached you with a tight smile. His hair was shorter these days, after he finally let you start cutting it, but nothing could change his attractiveness. His cologne wafted into your senses as he went behind you, tightening your vest and patting your back and waist down to make sure you were at optimal safety.
You could almost imagine he knew you were pregnant.
“Remember, if he’s in there, keep your distance. He’s a big guy but silent, and not all there.” He furrowed his eyebrows as he did a last check over of your vest, belt, and the position of your gun. You smiled and nodded,
“I know, Spence. I’ve been here too.”
He sighed and nodded, placing a small kiss on your cheek as a good luck.
You were married, but there was no guarantee you’d both make it out of any case. Every movement could be your last, and every interaction could be your last together.
Morgan slipped through the door after a man picked the front doors lock, Prentiss behind him and you behind her. After you, followed Hotch and Spencer.
“Clear!” Morgan called from the kitchen. You turned right down a hallway, Prentiss disappearing into a small room on the right and yelling,
“Clear!”
You entered the small bedroom, gun high and steps careful. It was an adults bedroom, maybe a teenager. There was posters of horror movies, a thin mattress on the floor and shelves of books and wooden cupboard holding what you believed to be clothes.
“Clea-“
The wind got knocked out of you, your shoulder colliding with the wall to your left and a sharp handle being jabbed into your side, as you plummeted against the floor and hearing a loud thump and shattering glass beside you. Miniscule, rainbow, dots clouded your vision, the adrenaline and the concussion you were sure you had numbing the pain coursing through your veins.
You screamed in pain, Hotch entering almost immediately.
You lifted your right arm to point out the window, the glass shattered from where the unsub had escaped.
Spencer entered the room in a rush, eyes running over the fallen cupboard that would've been taller than the both of you, and then your small body in the corner. You held out your arm for him, and he placed his hands under your armpits, jolting back when you screeched in pain.
"Y/n, your..." His eyes widened in shock and fear at the sight of your dislocated shoulder. Your right hand clutched to your left side - no doubt trying to comfort a massive bruise or worse.
He gulped, helping you up and throwing your good arm around his shoulders. The sudden movements blanked your vision for a few moments, a small lump forming on the front left side of your temple, and your legs trembled in the sudden need to hold yourself up.
"Y/n, we just need to get you to the ambulance, alright?" Spencer told you reassuringly. He didn't know how much you could understand, your eyes were cloudy and your movements spaghetti-like, but he continued to reassure you anyways.
The paramedics set into action as soon as they saw your near limp body strung across Spencer's taller build. You were placed in the ambulance on a bed and before you knew it, there was a heavy clamp on your finger and two paramedics touching you and saying unexplainable things to each other. A short one with a beard came close to your vision, obvious aware it was still slightly blurred, "Agent Y/n. We need to take your shirt off in order to fix your shoulder okay? We need to pop it back in as quick as we can."
All you could do is nod, Spencer making most of the choices for you as your husband - he wouldn't put you through something he knew you would disagree with. They asked him questions, and while the voices came in and out of focus, the adrenaline was wearing off and suddenly your senses heightened.
"Is she pregnant?"
The question rolled off the paramedics tongue like a rehearsed poem, and Spencer shook his head like there was no possible way you were. But as you saw needles being prepared, your heart started pounding so fast it got the attention of the professionals.
"Y/n, are you still with us?"
To Spencer, you looked like you had just woken up to a bad dream, but there was something deeper - you were not unconcious, if anything you looked alert.
"I'm pregnant." The paramedics glanced at each other and Spencer's eyes widened. The one with the needle placed it down carefully on a table, and before you knew it, you were being pushed through hallways and into a awfully bright room.
You passed out, fear and exaustion catching up to you. But Spencer couldn't sleep. On top of the fact that his wife had just gotten her shoulder dislocated and then fixed, and a slight rib fracture, she was also pregnant.
Spencer doubted for the first half hour of waiting for you to wake up that you actually were. You were saying nonsense, you were injured and the adrenaline... usually causes people to tell the truth. He paced and went over everything that had been happening. The change in your behaviour, the tiredness, the sickness. It was all coming together like a puzzle, and he wondered why he didn't realise sooner.
"Spence?" A small voice called out, and he approached the hospital bed almost immediately.
"Y/n." Spencer smiled in relief, overjoyed that you were alright and breathing. He knew you'd be fine, but anything can be unpredictable. Anyone can be unpredictable. "I'm so glad you're okay."
"What happened?" You tried to sit up but Spencers soft hands encouraged you to stay laying down.
"The unsub pushed a cabinet at you. You collided with the wall and dislocated your shoulder." He explained softly, the doctors told him that the specific pain killers they gave you may cause some loopiness.
"Oh." You whispered, eyes searching his face like you had never seen it before, and you smiled. You were here, and he was here, and you needed nothing more. Other than more pain killers.
Spencer bit his lip, and sighed, not sure if it was the right time to bring the blindside up at that moment.
"Y/n, darling, are you... pregnant?"
The small grin wiped off your face and you took some deep breaths, nodding and avoiding his gaze in fear of rejection. Spencer sighed, and pushed his hair away from his face, a smile rising onto his cheeks. Tears welled in his eyes from happiness. "This is great, this is... wow Y/n, I can't believe.." He gulped, "I can't believe you didn't tell me sooner."
Confusing his disbelief for anger, tears started dropping down your cheeks as you sat in silence. Spencer started to worry, "Do you... not want to have a baby with me? Or at all? Do you think I won't be a good father? I know that I've had my problems in the past but I promise I can be a good father-"
"Spencer." You called his name in shock, heart aching over his insecure questions. "I do want a baby, especially one with you. And I don't think you'll be a good father, I know you'll be a great one. I just," you wiped your cheeks and he sat down in a chair beside your bed, taking your hand in his. "I'm scared. I thought that you wouldn't want to have one right now because of our... plan. This is really early and we didn't get to save- and- I thought you'd be mad-" You had started blubbering now, the heart monitor becoming a ticking time bomb for a full on breakdown, before Spencer took your face in his hands and smashed your lips onto his.
He pulled back, smile wide, eyes full of adoration and sorrowfullness.
"Y/n, I don't care about that plan anymore. And I'm not mad." He searched your eyes with his, "I just wished you told me earlier. Maybe you wouldn't have been injured, because god knows I wouldn't have let you go out into the field."
"Spencer, I'm so sorry." You sniffled, placing your other hand on top of his.
"Oh, darling. You don't have to be sorry. I've made my injured and pregnant wife cry, I should be sorry."
You giggled, and leant forward to kiss him on the nose. "So it's really okay?"
"Of course. You just have to heal quickly, and I'll do all the rest."
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BOYFRIEND!NAMJOON who invites you for sunrise bike rides. for him, Namjoon didn't mind waking up early or sleeping little; for Namjoon, there was no more beautiful time of day than sunrise, where everyone still sleeps and your promises and confessions are forever kept in the first rays of the sun. “i could swear you were painted with the colors of dawn, all of you is hope and harmony.”
BOYFRIEND!NAMJOON who sends you gym photos because he knows perfectly well that you always get shy. Namjoon was a teaser by nature and when he discovered that the photos he sent you were forever saved on your phone after making you even more in love with him, Namjoon didn't waste any opportunity to brighten your day. “you can deny whatever you want, i know you get completely crazy every time you see the mt pics.”
BOYFRIEND!NAMJOON who takes you on random trips around the world as a way of showing his love for you. almost always a surprise, Namjoon didn't mind paying any price if that meant you would have the best moments of your life; planning everything in detail, Namjoon's itinerary was full of adventures, romance and memories that you would forever keep in your heart. “we’re going to travel all over the world. let’s leave our love marked on the sidewalks of every city so they can see that we will always be together.”
BOYFRIEND!NAMJOON who takes photos of you in front of works of art because, for him, your beauty becomes divine when framed by mystical meanings. so many colors and shapes, textures and atmospheres lit up endless rooms, but even so, Namjoon could only see you, sculpted, drawn, shaped by all the talented hands you were seeing. “i know i'm always repeating myself, but i never tire of reminding you that you, your very essence is a work of art.”
BOYFRIEND!NAMJOON who asks you for massages when he comes home after an intense workout or a more challenging practice. completely tired, dragging his steps with the weight of a complicated day, Namjoon would walk to you, laying down exhausted on the bed and waiting, with his eyes closed ready to relax and, who knows, sleep, for you to give him a massage. “just… just touch me like only you know how to touch me. my body needs the magic of your hands.”
BOYFRIEND!NAMJOON who buys you clothes in the same color and pattern as his so you can match without being too obvious. he knew it was a bit of a cliché and cringe, so Namjoon never admitted that he did it on purpose; Namjoon felt good seeing you wearing the clothes he offered you and, if they ended up being like his, it would just be a bonus, right? “i swear i didn’t realize it’s the same as my coat! oh… i already put the receipt in the trash... you really have to use it now. sorry.”
BOYFRIEND!NAMJOON who told you he loved you for the first time before going on a particularly longer tour. Namjoon's heart was heavy when he said goodbye to you, the touch of your hands in his doing little to appease his premature longing; he spoke quietly, declaiming his words like a promise, guaranteeing that his heart would be yours forever. “i’ll be back quickly, yea? i love you.”
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GOD chapter 59 was SO GOOD n i have a lot to say so sending an ask instead of leaving it on the post.
i /love/ when you make things hyper detailed, because your shading techniques are so much fun to sit n stare at and soak in for a while. that being said, the coloring of the wine spilling is what does it for me this time. it still would have been really cool in bw, but not as cool as seeing all the shades of red over the dark blue bg. you did the glass really well too!! I don't think there's a noticeable difference between the wine color inside and outside the glass which is fine bc it's clear, so it RLY makes me appreciate the lighting you have around the glass rim to show the edge in contrast. that tiny little detail makes the image for me. stellar work. i love it
also i do wanna throw in appreciation for the handwritten serif. super well done at first glance it did look like you'd jus typed it out. idk what texture you have on the brush you use for words but it's rly nice to look at up close.
i think the color kinda tipped me off but i waffled bc i couldn't remember if either of his parents spoke in serif font and was a bit daunted to dig thru 50+ chapters to confirm who it was if it didn't turn out to be them. i'm glad i looked at your tags tho haha saved me the trouble. what a way to end the act too!! i read this one on my phone and was scrolling thru the images at full size and after four or so i kept expecting it to cut off. it was a very pleasant surprise to have it keep going, worth the wait to have a longer chapter :)
maybe it jus wasn't meant to be a la sabo getting the letter from sally. it might have to be stelly after all tho there are things that come before then. what a bad time to have one or both of his parents speak to him for the first time that night. oof can't wait for the next act lets goooo
Oh wowww what a beautifully long review!
Thanks so much im glad you like how it turned out, i’m really happy with it, too! Ive never drawn fluids like this before, but i really needed this page to have that extra kick because it was such a short one.
Because i couldnt figure out how to make this moment look slow mo with multiple different panels on one page, I really wanted to make a piece that is like,, frozen in time instead.
A page like this, you can keep on it as long as you’d like. You can make it as slow mo as you want it to be.
The serif lettering is that of outlook’s!
I dont know if you can see the difference between this and my usual handwriting, but it’s supposed to look taller. Higher up. Neater. Cleaner. (Still my handwriting though so like so actually neat or clean, but you know like,,, in comparison to the norm.)
His dad only talks in one scene, and his mother has never said anything yet, so i dont blame you if you couldnt find it. In my. Large repertoire of chapters ive accumulated.
I definitely felt the same about the pages when drawing them. But probably the opposite feeling lol. Mine was more like “ugh i forgot theres so many. How many more of these do I have to get through??? How did i do this the first act ending with 11 pages???”
Im so glad you guys are on the edge of your seats with the letter :)
Thanks for the ask!
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percy jackson 🎤
send me a character + an emoji for a surprise! (CLOSED)
on the radio . . . party in the usa (miley cyrus)
the hephaestus cabin's new, demigod-safe technology quickly became a fan favourite within camp half blood. all around you, demigods were getting phones, laptops, ipads and all sorts of devices they'd never been able to use before
one of those people was your boyfriend, percy, who decided to get a giant smart tv for his cabin. in the three days he had it, he managed to binge watch all of brooklyn 99, gossip girl and bridgerton, which had you concerned for his sleep schedule
today, he invited you over so you could have a movie marathon together, or so you thought
"hey, baby," percy said once you'd arrived, immediately pulling you into his arms. you smiled as you breathed in his scent - fresh and salty
pulling away, you followed percy into cabin three, which was pristinely clean save for the area that was very obviously your boyfriend's. sitting down on the couch in front of his new TV, you looked at percy in curiosity as to what movie you two were going to watch
"so, i changed my mind on the whole movie thing - i found out there's youtube on here, which means we can play that blind karaoke game the apollo cabin rave about!"
and so, your plans changed. percy insisted he goes first as he was awfully excited about guessing the song, and you let him because you thought his giddy smile was absolutely adorable. it didn't take you very long to find the song you wanted to test him with, something simple to ease him into the game: party in the usa by miley cyrus
as soon as the song started, a wide grin made its way onto percy's face, "are you serious, y/n? you thought this would be hard? this is my song!" he said, before proceeding to sing it so perfectly that miley herself would be proud
that was how the rest of the night went until you'd eventually gotten too many complaints from the neighbouring cabins and had to stop (percy insisted on whisper-singing until you could break the tie you were in) (he regretted that after you ended up winning)
#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson x you#percy jackson x y/n#percy jackson#percy jackson x gn reader#pjo#pjo x reader#percy jackson fanfic#percy jackson drabble#dear thia 💌#anonie ♡#cynwrites
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will mas talk to luke soon about them getting back together ?
I Can't Do It Like This Anymore
l the cute photographer au l luke x maisie l masterlist l
This girl had really been laying on the charm with Luke at the concert. She was trying to get him to come back to her hotel room with her, but he didn't want to.
"You know my hotel isn't to far from here. Whatdaya say we ditch and and go back?" The girl -Mallory as Luke had learned- flashed him a glimpse of her smile and a hotel key.
"Oh no thank you. I'm can't. I'm here with my brothers and friends. And you know it's kind of rude to um leave them?" Luke started off strong in his attempt to get Mallory to leave him alone.
He looked around at the group he had been with hoping one of them would come over and save him from this interaction, but no one was coming.
He felt Mallory slip the key card into the pocket of his pants and lightly pat the area. Letting him know he can have it, just in case her door is always open.
"I said no. I'm taken." Luke tried giving the key back, but she was already gone by the time he had gotten it out of his pocket.
Sighing he shoved it back into his pocket instead of throwing it away, an action he might regret later, and returned to enjoying the rest of the concert. But he couldn't, he couldn't get the interaction with Mallory out of his head.
During Fire Away, he walked out without saying anything. There were still so many people walking around, but Luke managed to find a quiet corner. He dialed the number of the person on his Lock Screen, the only person for him.
Maisie flopped on the couch, Roger the cat was making his way over to sit on her chest. It was the end of the day for her she was ready to climb into some comfy pajamas and continue her rewatch of grey's anatomy.
That was going to have to wait when her phone rang. She sat up and scrambled to answer before it went to voicemail.
"Hey Lukey! How's the concert? Wait you're still at the concert aren't you? Why are you calling? Is something wrong with you or Jack or Quinn? Or?" Maisie's happiness at the fact he called quickly turned into worry that something was happening and she wasn't there.
"Everything's fine Maize. I just miss you, that's all." Luke sighed. He slid down the wall he had been leaning against. There was another purpose to this call, but he'd get to that later. "How was your day?"
"My day" She paused for a second "was a day. Spent most of it with your mom trying to get her to like me and I just got back to the house when you called. And aside from talking to you, I'm heating up dinner." She grabbed the left overs from the fridge to heat up.
"What are you having?" Luke asked to keep her talking, building up his own courage to ask her something else.
"Fried rice from that one restaurant we like in town. I have a tiny bit leftover from when I got take out the other night."
"Is that it? You should really have more than that. I think there's some dino nuggies left in the freezer, eat those too, and a banana."
Maisie appreciated Luke taking care of her by reminding her of what she should be doing. Sometimes she forgot.
"What song is he singing now?" She could still hear the music in the background. Luke held the phone back to he identify it.
"Broken Halos"
"Oh I like that one! You're missing it, I should let you go, so you can listen." He knew that but he didn't care. He'd rather talk with her. He'd rather be with her than that Mallory chick.
"Luke? Are you okay?"
"No" He whispered
"What's wrong?" Maisie became alarm, and was ready to message Jack or Quinn while still talking with him.
"It's nothing bad. Please don't freak, but I can't do it like this anymore Maisie. I want us to be us again. Because I love you. I love you so much it hurts. I know, I know I promised I said I would wait for you for forever long it took you to be okay with us again. But I can't. I want you. I want to love you now."
"Luke .." Maisie knew this was going to be coming soon. She was going to have this talk as soon as he got back to Michigan. She believe's she is ready again.
"I got hit on tonight. Well I get hit on all the time, but it was different this time Maize. She openly told me she wanted to sleep with me and gave me her room key. I tried to give it back, but she was all like just in case and walked away. I didn't want to and I couldn't stop thinking about you and those nights when you snuck into my room at the house. And you're the only one I want"
Luke laid it all out on the line, hoping, wishing, praying that she would say what he had been dreaming she would.
"Are you done? I was hoping to have this talk in person, not over the phone." Luke's began to race, this was it. "I want us again too. I think I'm ready. If we go slow. Because I love you too. And I'm becoming too emotionally attached again for us just to be friends again."
"Really?" The biggest smile etched on Luke's face. He needed someone to pinch him, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
"Really Lukey"
"God I love you Maisie. But I gotta go now. Concert's over. I'll talk to you later, mkay?" The couple bid their adieus. Luke already had plans to look at rearranging his flight plans, but right now he needed to find his brothers.
"What's got you smiling?" Quinn cocked an eyebrow when Luke returned.
"Oh nothing." Luke tried but failed at hiding his smile which the guys teased him about on the ride home.
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GVF and crying!reader
warnings: just a touch of angst
Josh
You've had a terrible day.
From people pissing you off at work, to spilling your lunch on the floor, to the grocery store being out of the one thing you needed, the only thing you stopped for.
So when Josh called and said he'd be home late from the studio, you broke.
"That's fine, see you in a little bit baby," you said, willing your voice not to crack, wiping at your eyes. "Are you okay?" You heard Josh's voice crackled through the speaker, "Yeah," you sighed, not wanting to keep him any longer, "'M okay. I- uh. I'm gonna get started on dinner, Love you." your voice cracked on those last two words, and you hung up before he could say anything else.
You dropped your phone onto the couch cushion next to you, curling in on yourself, and allowing the tears to flow freely down your face. You let out a short sob, wanting nothing more than to be held by Josh, but he was working late, and you felt awful bothering him over something so trivial. So, you sat for what felt like years, hoping you'd be calm by the time Josh did get home.
Through your tears, you didn't hear the front door open, Josh's sudden presence going unnoticed until he spoke. "Baby, what's wrong?"
You jumped at his voice. "Josh?" you croaked, sniffling and wiping your face, "W- I thought you had to stay late?"
"You sounded so upset on the phone, I thought being here with you was more important."
You cracked at this confession, a fresh wave of tears pouring from your eyes. "I just had such an awful day, I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like you needed to come home," you stuttered out, burying your face in your hands.
You felt Josh's palms against your cheeks, "You are the love of my life, I want to be here when you have awful days, to hold you and make you feel better. I came home because I wanted to, because you're worth it." He said gently, eyes shining. You sniffled again, leaning into his touch, letting him hold you like you so desperately needed.
After you calmed down, tears finally stopping, you told Josh about your day, apologizing once more before he stopped you. "Babe, you are allowed to have bad days, do you know how many times you've made me feel better have a shitty day? So many times I've lost count! If me being here to hold you is what makes you feel better, then there's no where I'd rather be. Plus, Sam was getting on my damn nerves. So you really saved me," he teased, making you giggle. "There's that smile," he sighed, before moving to press a sweet kiss to your lips.
"Now, let's order thai food from that place down the street." he said, making you laugh and roll your eyes. How'd you ever get so lucky?
Jake
Jake wasn't one to have over the top emotions, he was a level headed man (most of the time). You were the polar opposite, you suppose that's what made you two perfect for each other. Balance was the thing of like, you know.
Though, you couldn't help but look back on the first time Jake saw you cry.
It was about 3 months after you had officially started dating, putting a label on it, you were his and he was yours. And with comfortability, came arguments. No one said love was easy.
Jake had been coming home late, coming home reeking of alcohol, not bothering to say hello, or even acknowledge your presence. It was a trend you were getting tired of, but when you brought it up to him, it was the same response. "I'm fine babe, you know how you get. Emotions are a little dramatic," He'd say, brushing you off, reacting only in the slightest.
And you'll admit, you were quick to anger, quick to react, really. But for the second week in a row of this behavior, it was really grating on you. You missed the man you met.
So one morning after he came home, smelling like the bar, you struck up a conversation.
"Jake, babe. I- I have to be honest, I'm a little worried about you," you started, voice soft. "Don't be," He said flippantly, not bothering to even glance at you. "Jake, please." You urged, finally catching his attention.
"Are you really that bothered about me going out, y/n? It's not that serious," he scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I don't want to start an argument-" you started.
"Fine, then let's just stop here."
"I just-"
"I said, stop."
"Jake-"
"Y/n, ENOUGH."
You gasped at his tone, tears making their way to your eyes. You willed them not to fall, worried at the reaction they'd get from your boyfriend. "I just... I miss you Jake. I-if there's anything I can do..." you trailed, voice wobbling.
He finally looked at you, noticing the way your eyes shined, tears threatening to spill. You blinked, allowing them to stream down your face, looking anywhere but his face.
"Y/n..." His voice was soft.
"I'm sorry. I'm just so. I try so hard to be good to you, and I'm fucking it up. I love you, so much. I- I was scared. I've never-" He paused, voice getting caught in his throat. He sniffled before continuing, "I've never felt this way for anyone before. I don't know... How to do this..." He shook his head, his own tears falling from his eyes.
"I want to be in this with you, Jake. I want all of you, not just what you pretend to be. I love you," you breathed, pulling his body into yours, feeling the way his tears wet the fabric of your shirt.
In that moment, your emotions were equal to each others, and you felt stronger in your relationship ever since that moment.
And you know, that when you cry, so does he. Because even though he doesn't show it, he feels just as deeply as you do. And that's why you two are meant for each other.
Daniel
Danny tended to be an emotional man despite his outward appearance.
He wasn't afraid to laugh or cry in front of you. He only really hid his emotions when he was infront of the crowd. Willing the tears of overwhelming pride not to fall.
You loved this about him, you loved the way he wore his heart on his sleeve, it made you feel like you could too. Still, you seldom cried, and even less so in front of others.
Watching him on stage always made you feel some type of way. But tonight, the first show of the tour, you were beside yourself. The way they all lit up, their smiles enough to light the stage by themselves.
It was a truly beautiful experience.
They went through the show with no mishaps, watching the boys pass out the roses, watching Danny toss his sticks into the crowd. The way the fans rallied around them was heart warming, and you were honored to be a part of it.
For some reason, as Danny exited the stage, you were overcome with the emotion of the show, all the joy, and excitement crashing down on you, tears springing up to your eyes. Danny rushed towards you, pulling you into his sweaty embrace. You couldn't even bring yourself to care about the sweat that dripped off his curls.
He pulled away to smack a kiss on your lips, "did you like the show?" he breathed, that toothy smile gracing his features. You took a deep breath, and gave him a watery smile.
"Babe what's wrong?" worry seeping into his tone, eyes searching yours for an answer.
"I'm just so proud of you," you whispered, voice cracking, "I- I don't know. I just- I love seeing you do what you love, it makes me happy."
He smiled at you, "So... Happy tears?" he asked.
You let out a watery laugh, and nodded, "Yeah, happy tears." You sniffled.
"Good, for a second I was worried I was gonna have to start groveling or something." He teased, making you scoff. "I'm glad you liked the show, babe." He said finally, leaning down to give you another soft kiss, and wiping the stray tears from your face.
Sam
Being clumsy and liking to hike wasn't a great combination. You've tripped over air before, and willingly going to a place full of rocks and holes isn't the best idea.
But you loved to hike! So you and Sam packed Rosie in the car and headed off.
The day started off fine, you taking Rosie and trucking ahead while Sam stayed back a few feet, he'd brought his film camera and wanted to get some photos of the day. So far, you'd made it through with nothing but a stumble, and you got a little too comfortable, a little too confident in your balancing abilities.
You handed Roses leash to Sam and jumped up onto a rock, "Careful, babe!" Sam warned, aiming his camera at you as you posed, capturing a few moments.
You clambered of the rock with no issues, throwing Sam a confident "I'm doing great." But that notion was short lived as you stepped in a slick spot of mud, and promptly met the ground. "Fuck!" you said out of surprise as you fell, the rocky ground cutting into your knees, stinging tears rising to your eyes.
Your ankle twinged as you shifted, "Ah shit, y/n. Don't move, babe," Sam fretted, not noticing your tears. You sniffled as you shifted, tears from pain and embarrassment finally falling, "Y/n? Are you crying? What hurts?" Sam said, kneeling in front of you, Rose rounding to lick you in the face. You sniffled and pushed her away gently. "I'm fine," you muttered, cheeks burning red. You don't know why you were embarrassed, this was a common occurrence, but combined with the pain and the distress of ruining the day.
Sam brushed the stray hairs from your face, "will you tell me why you're crying?" Sam asked, worry etched onto his features. You turned away from his gaze, tears still streaming. "Well. I guess I'll just have to cheer you up," He sighed, standing straight.
You arched your brow at him, "knock knock" he started, and you sighed. "Y/n. Knock. Knock." He insisted. You rolled your eyes, "Who's there?" you croaked. "Babe will ya get the door!" he called, grinning stupidly. You couldn't help but giggle, "That was so stupid, Sam."
"Ah but it made you smile, didn't it?" he sang, thrusting a hand towards you to help you up. You groaned as you stood, rolling your ankle a few times as you did so. "You sure you aren't hurt?" Sam asked, softness seeping into his tone.
You smiled at him, "Yeah, just a couple of scratches, my ankle hurts a bit too but I'll be okay. I was mostly embarrassed." You said with a blush.
"Oh well now that just won't do! We both know I'm the embarrassing one!" he scoffed, looking around. He spotted another hiker down the path a little ways, "Hold on." He said, mischievous glint in his eye.
You watched as he walked up to the hiker "'Scuse me, sir. I really had to go but I'm not sure if I did it quite right... Can you see if there are any stains on my shorts?" He said loudly, causing you to stifle a laugh as the fellow hiker grimaced and sped around him.
"Sam, you are ridiculous." you laughed, smile unwavering. "Well, yeah. I had to get even." He said seriously.
You rolled your eyes fondly, but you knew he'd do anything for you, and you'd do the same in return.
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liability (bucky barnes x f!reader)
part two of THE MISSION REPORTS
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summary: i went to a funeral last week. it was a shit show
word count: 1011
warnings: mentions of death, a funeral, guilt. i think it might be too angsty, but i tried to redem myself in the end (and accidentally made it a different type of angsty, sorry).
a/n: this chapter is completly self indulgent, everyone deserves to have someone to hold their hand during hard times. as always I did not proofread this, so please let me know if you find any mistake. feedback is ALWAYS appreciated.
I plunge at our phone, meticulously hidden but well in reach. It's our only form of communication with Nat since we’ve moved west to follow our target. We’re supposed to text her at exactly 8PM everyday and receive instructions for the next day. But when it buzzes the sun is far from setting, still high and hot above us. Even Bucky jumps up from the couch, eyeing me with expectancy.
My shoulders sag as I read the message over and over again, hands trembling slightly as I tuck the phone in between my hands. And I force myself to breathe and look up.
"Josh is gone." I explain and see his eyes widen for a second before he moves closer and hesitantly puts a hand on my shoulder.
"I’m sorry." he says, nothing but a whisper drowned in his sad smile and the circles he draws in my clavicle. The act has me completely unprepared, the heaviness properly setting in my heart. It’s so much harder to keep it together when you’re allowed to fall apart.
"The funeral is at 7PM." I blurt out, clinging to his arm. He straightens up immediately, lips pressed in a thin line as he blows air through his nose. I’m not even supposed to know he died, let alone know funeral details. I know that, he knows that. Nat knows that, though she did me the favor anyway. Though heavily encrypted, messages with times and places are a gigantic liability for any mission.Especially one as secretive as ours.
"We’re in the middle of an op." Bucky tries to remember me, following my gaze to the closet where our duffle bags lay. I’m already picturing how I'd look in the white shirt peeking through the doors as Bucky’s soft voice tries to bring me back to reality.
"The guy hasn’t moved in two weeks. I doubt he will now." I try to negotiate with him. He knows at least part of that statement is true. That’s why I can see his resolution failing him, my teary eyes boring into his. No matter the fact that, if we were to lose him while out, both our careers would be next to over.
"Please Buck." I hear myself bargain, my pain reflected in Bucky’s face as he begins to break. Bucky breaths hard. I try to stop the silent tears as my voice breaks. "He saved my life more times than I can count. I have to go."
Of course when I said that I didn’t expect him to come with me. That’s what I tell him even as I step closer to him, our shoulders brushing, my fingers softly grazing his wrist. I tell myself I’m overwhelmed by the crowd – the sounds of sorrow, the sad smiles and hushed conversation, of how the people flock together with supportive hands on eachothers backs and shoulders as dark eyes and heads low say what can never be effectively spoken. There’s a certain beauty to it, though I'd never admit it, to have everyone who ever loved you in a room: your family, your friends, the coworker you’ve gone on so many missions with, she earned a spot at your table every sunday. The one who gets to hold your wife and the child you named after her.
"You should’ve been there." It’s not an accusation but I twist the knife myself as I slowly lower the three of us in the ground, the 4 year old safely snuggled in between me and her mother. I can feel Bucky’s figure protectively looming over us as she sobs in my arms. "You always brought him home to me."
It's a gut punch. It’s true though. How we had spent most of the last 6 years keeping each other safe. How the only reason Bucky’s on this mission is because Josh was severely injured on his last solo mission. How this will, most likely, be the first of many missions we’ll be paired on. How it’s his life I have on my hands now.
"I know. I know. I’m sorry." I whisper in her ear as I rock us back and forward, trying to keep horrible images from flooding my mind. I focus on her breathing, shaky and shallow, and the ghost of a hand on my shoulder. It’s tender and grounding and when she finally calms down it’s still there, pulling me up as I help her off the ground. He offers to drive them home and waits in the driveway till they’re safely inside.
He doesn’t drive far before stopping the car and demanding I get out. I look at him confused, puffy eyes framed in smudged mascara. And I guess I take too long to answer because he gets out and comes around to open my door.
"Come on." he encourages, open arms that envelope my figure as soon as my feet hit solid ground. It takes me by surprise and I resist before my own hands wrap around his torso, my head resting against his body. It tastes like coming home when he pulls me closer and I soon melt into him, tears cascading silently down my neck. It feels like laying down my armor when I look at him and he’s already staring, clear blue eyes looking into mine, bloodshot and burning, with an understanding I didn't think I would ever experience. He gets it. He gets me.
"Who would’ve guessed you’re a hugger?" I grin amidst sobs, slightly embarrassed by the amount of attention I'm dedicating to his lips. I melt into his touch, eyes fluttering close when his thumb wipes the tears in my cheek, the rest of his hand cradling my face. His fingers outline my jawline and I swear he pulls me closer, so close I can feel his breath down my neck. And I’m tilting my head, lips parting in anticipation. He whispers my name and I know I’m done for.
This is it. It's him.
Him who pulls away, clearing his throat, and gets in the car without a word.
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So I've seen some Hazbin Hotel role swap things like when the pilot first came out they were switching Charlie and Alastor, Vaggie and Angel Dust, Niffty and Husk and Cherri Bomb and Sir Pentious, one on where Charlie and Vaggie switch, one with a Statichusk, once the season came out I saw like one for RadioStatic and somebody even give out a full list on who is who which I loved BUT have ya'll considered this? And work with me here okay
Also I didn’t get a chance to finish the art since I did it on a school computer cause I don’t have my own and my phone isn’t good with digital artwork but I finished the designs
Angel Dust as Charlie: When his family died they were basiclly considered royalty since their family of mafia had gone on for centuries that when they went to Hell they were already covered, living in a goddamn palace with deseasd family members and others from the same mafia. Angel Dust while he really didn't care at first but then started hate whenever the extermination happened due to how many died, he was covered since his family had already had so much secirity and such but it began to seem like something everyone should have. That's when the hotel idea came to place. He tried telling his family about it but it didn't really work too well so he left to try and make it work and save everyone in Hell. His main weapon choice is guns but he really doesn't like resorting to violence, he removed his gold tooth as a way to symbolize how he left his family and the family business.
Husk as Vaggie: In Heaven there were two ways you could become an Exersit, one is by ending up in the Purgatory and having no choice in it, the second way is by being approched by one to ask for your help in secret and choose to become one yourself which was rare but some did choose to that path and Husk was one of them. Skilled with throwing knives and any small sharp object he was one of the best ones on the field, Lute was kinda jelous, and never EVER showed mercy... except for one time. He cornered a small child but found himself not being able to kill him so he let him run off and make it seem like he had managed to run away fast enough. Lute ended up seeing and saw him as a disgrace as she took out his eye and halo, she almost took off his wings but he fought back so she only ended up damaging them so he couldn't fly anymore. That's when he met Angel who showed him better kindness then his own people, he ended up helping him with his idea and is dating him. He doesn't trust most people but more speficlly woman, okay so I added that because you know how Vaggie doesn't trust men? My thought was because of Adam’s personality and holding a grudge for letting Lute remove her eye and wings so for Husk I made it because of Lute doing those things. His main weapon of choice is small knives but he works with cards and exploding dice. Also Fun Fact on the Fandom page, Trivia, it says that Vizzipop was saying that she wanted to make him Russian ended up deciding not to do it soooooooooooooooooo- To me he's canonlly Russian, oh and another fun fact he knows like 6 languages including Italian so now I can have the mental imagine of Husk and Angel talking to each other sweetly in Italian.
Niffty as Alastor: Okay yes this sounds weird but WORK WITH ME HERE! At first glance you'd think oh look at this lil woman but NOPE she is an bug eating Overlord, she's known as The Bug Demon for two different reasons. 1. Her obesstion/appitie for bugs and 2. In the 1940's a word to describe someone as insane was bug which is around the time she was born. She works on the radio. She's feared by all of Hell and anyone who hasn't met her will probobly know really fast why she is. She is absolute besties with and I'm thinking about replacing Mimzy with Baxter but I'm not sure, if you don't know who that is he's one of the characters made but hasn't been used yet. And like Alastor was a mama's boy she was a daddy's girl and is respectful to men UNLESS they are absolute bitches to people. Another reason I gave her Alastor's spot was so that they can still be crazy together and I can keep the mental imagine of them laughing mainaclly together.
Cherri Bomb as Angel Dust: Cherri Bomb sold her soul to Valentino (Or someone else? Give me ideas people, pls) thinking it'll be as simple as she seen others do, it was not, it was even worse since he ended up having her as a 'favorite'. She acts like she doesn't care but it really hit her deep and her escape, besides ya know all the drinking and such, is blowing things up. She came to the hotel simply so she wouldn't have to live in the studio but overtime ended up liking the people there.
Sir Pentious as Husk: He used to be known for winning any turf war until one day there was one he was fighing that was too powerful to defeat so he made a deal with The Bug Demon for help but it didn't end well. Yeah he won but at the cost of having to work for Niffty, he learned how to bartend over time and grew an alchohal addiction, he was forced to work at the Hotel by Niffty and while he did at first dislike Cherri he ended up liking her in the end.
Alastor as Niffty: A hyperactive always smiling through everything, you know Niffty stays smiling almost as much as Alastor, deer demon he's basiclly the world's best cook and basiclly butler of the hotel. He's just a chaotic tall little shit which is basiclly like before but less out there.
Charlie as Sir Pentious: The Princess of Hell hated her title and how she had to live as royalty so she tried to become her own person, key word: tried. She tried become an Overlord but she wasn't good at making deals, then she tried living like any other demon but they reconized her too easily, then she tried to join the Vees but even with her reputation they didn't let her become one of them so to get their attention she tried winning turf wars, one of her biggest rivals was Vaggie. And the Egg Boiz are replaced by the Goat Bois which are just Razzle and Dazzle look a likes In the final battle she did die and get redeemed. I don’t think people realize that Charlie does have a soul since her mom was literally the first woman and when she made the deal with Alastor it was confirmed, plus I want her to still meet Emily and be besties with her.
Vaggie as Cherri Bomb: A young fighter skilled with throwing exploding spears, literally just bombs strapped to her spears, and a turf winning champion. She used to be an angel but she was kicked out Heaven for being rebellious so when one of the exterminations happened they took her down with them but she put up a fight and ended up getting her eye cut out. She's besties with Cherri.
Molly as Lucifer: She was close with Angel the most when they were alive even though she was never in their “family business”. When she died she went to Heaven and knew that her family wasn't so to reunite with them she brought up ideas like visiting hours and such so that loved ones could reunite in dislocated places so that Angels were never at risk in Hell and Sinners didn't plan to raid Heaven. Dispite the court denying and denying she kept trying until she was casted out in Heaven for her ideas and came down to Hell as a fallen angel. She was happy tho, because she was going to be with her family until she saw how distant they all had become with eachother, nevertheless she tried rebonding with her brother. But when Angel Dust came to her with the idea of rehabilitating sinners she just simply believe that it couldn't be done, not that she didn't want to support him, it was just hard to believe that Heaven would accept them after all her ideas were thrown to the gutter and not long after they became distant and she blamed herself. When Angel called her for her help she was so estatic for her brother to actually WANT to see her. "My brother wants to see me! Take that depression!"
"Molly, this is Husk! My boyfriend."
"You like boys! Oh mio Dio we have so much in common, put it there Tusk!"
I haven’t decided should be in Lilith’s place but I’m debating on Angel’s dad or brother
Thank you for listening to my rant have a cookie
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Ice Dragons DON'T Belong In The Desert
"I would like to suggest a story with Jamil and the reader. Where Jamil finds our dragon passed out at the Scarabia dorm from overheating and takes care of her/them (i will leave the gender decision up to you). I could see this being romantic (like Jamil and our dragon are already dating). But i am open to platonic friendship too." Courtesy of- Foxtrot_Heart77 (On AO3)
Potential Trigger Warning: Passing out, extreme exposure to heat
Y/N's POV
Damn this sun. Why is Scarabia so freaking hot?! Why couldn't it have been some winter wonderland instead!!
Now, I've never been to Scarbia. Sure, Kalim has invited me over for parties and all that fun stuff all the time, but I've never gone through with it. If there is any lesson in life that I hope I never forget, it is that heat and Ice Dragons DON'T mix. Not whatsoever. Not even with hundreds of years of evolution.
However, here I am. If it felt like I had much of a choice, I wouldn't be here. But there were problems and I needed to find my boyfriend quickly. It's not like Jamil to not answer his phone. And even in the times where he's too busy to answer a call or text, he's sure to get back to me eventually, which is why I left the texts as was for a couple hours. But even three hours later there was no response.
I asked some classmates if they had seen him, but no one has. It's the weekend so no classes, meaning no reason for anyone to have seen him recently unless they went to Scarabia. The problem was that I'm not friends with many Scarabia kids due to the fact I've never been there.
Why is there such a walk between the dorm building and where the Mirror Hall sends you!? Wouldn't it make more sense to put them right next to each other, or even inside the damn building???
My wings flared out in an attempt to let whatever wind there potentially was brush against my skin and scales, however the desert air was stagnant and burning hot. Since that plan failed, I tried wrapping my wings around myself and producing whatever cold air I could, even letting out a small puff of Freeze Breath. Unfortunately, even that proved to be rather unfruitful.
The sweltering heat of the sun beat down in me, my wings getting droopy and my tail dragging through the scorching sand. Thankfully my tail is covered in protective scales so it didn't hurt much. I could feel myself sweat, my clothes sticking to my skin and making me feel uncomfortable.
A dull, throbbing pain settled in my head, making my stomach curl and knot. I could feel the beginning stages of light headed-ness set in and the desert sands started waving in the non-existent wind.
I knew this was a bad idea. My only saving grace was the fact that I could see the Scarabia building getting closer and I know Jamil told me the building was purposely built to be much cooler on the inside.
Is Scarbia moving? Why are the walls waving around? I swear this better not be some heat-induced hallucination! I don't think I can take that!
The entire desert started spinning and right as I was at the doors of this potential hallucination, the world went black. The last thing I heard before blacking out was the yells of people.
Ugh, what the hell?
It is not fun to wake up with a headache, especially not a throbbing one. I attempted the smallest opening of my eyes but the light was far to strong. Opting to keep my eyes closed for the sake of my own head, I instead tried stretching out my limbs to make a quick assessment of my current state.
Starting with my fingers, which moved without a hitch or soreness, I slowly worked my way up. Arms: working. Legs: sore but also working. Wings: extremely sore in the muscles but otherwise functioning. With a quick feel I can confirm my horns are still attached and my ears are still pointy.
Well, at least I didn't lose anything important.
"Y/N.." I heard a voice whisper. My mind may still be slow right now but that is a voice I could never forget. Jamil. My boyfriend. The man I came out here to Scarabia's blazing hot and annoying desert to see.
"Mh." It was all a could manage. I still couldn't open my eyes, not with how heavy they felt. I quickly realize that my throat was sore, dry as the sands outside.
Wait. Outside? I'm inside! How?!
"How much do you remember?" Jamil asked. I felt his hand rest on my forehead and swipe something cold against my skin, a bit of fabric getting caught on a few scales. A cold washcloth. He's trying to cool me down.
"U-um-" My voice cut out due to soreness and lack of use. It scratched and scrapped against my vocal cords and burned with the effort of responding. A weird object met my lips and it took me a moment to realize that it was a metal straw. I took an experimental sip, trusting my boyfriend not to try and poison me.
I immediately gulped down as much as I could upon recognizing the refreshing taste of water. I only slightly registered the sound of Jamil's shocked yelp as he scrambled to hold the cup more firmly so there wouldn't be a mess to clean. The cup was soon empty. (I would later realize that it was a rather large cup that I had voraciously swallowed down.)
"Well, I'm glad a grabbed multiple water bottles while I was getting that cup. You're gonna need them from the looks of it." he said, a slightly strained laugh in his voice.
I finally worked up the courage to open my eyes again. The sun was bright as all hell but it did feel better to be more aware of my surroundings. My eyes opened one after the other, first the right one and when that one was adjusted to the light, the left followed suit. After a moment of forcing my eyes to stay open, I blinked a couple dozen times to orientate myself.
Eventually Jamil came into focus. It didn't take long for me to see the worried crease of his brows and the slightly panicked look in his eyes. There was also a distinct tightness to his face that showed his strained facade of calm. There's the Jamil I know, always such a worry wart, but always keeping a clam face.
Jamil lifted up another water bottle and opened the lid, holding it up for me to grab. My limps felt like they were filled with sand and my muscles strained to move, but I managed to lift my arm enough to take the bottle from him and hold it up to my mouth, gulping all of the water down in only a few swallows. I took a few moments after that to let my head stop spinning, feeling Jamil take the bottle from me.
"Feeling a little better? You must have been really dehydrated." Silence followed while Jamil placed his hand on my back, rubbing small circles into the skin and scales and putting pressure to make sure I don't topple over if dizziness decided to poke its head. It was a couple of minutes before I could manage a response.
"Better. No longer burning in the sun, so that's a plus." My voice was still rough and coarse, but it no longer scratched when I tried to speak. The water had helped.
"Good to hear. However..." he trailed off for a split second before pulling me closer to his chest and maneuvering around my horns, trying not to poke out his eye. "What were you doing out in the sands? You know you can't handle the heat, so why risk it?" Jamil's voice was gentle, but also firm and scolding. Silence followed again.
"I was worried about you.." I managed. The scratchiness in my throat was all but gone, little bits of Ice Breath cooling my throat now that it had water to create mist, but there was a tight feeling, like emotions squeezing my vocal cords.
"I tried to text you, call you even, but I got nothing. And I know you're a busy man, with your duties and all that, so I let it be for a couple hours! You usually get back to me when you get the chance. But it had been hours and I still didn't get anything, so I started to worry. I tried a few more times and after that, I made a dumb ass decision to come and track you down.." I was rambling, and I knew that, but I needed to speak and Jamil made no effort to stop me, so why should I? Plus, I know it's best to be honest with my boyfriend, he appreciates it.
"Shit..." he whispered under his breath. His arms hugged me tighter and I got the feeling it was less to comfort me than it was to comfort himself. One wing unfolded and wrapped around Jamil in a type of pseudo hug and the other splayed itself across my body in an effort to use whatever cold my body produced to keep me cool. I may be in the building now, but there is still a reason the Scarabia uniforms are sleeveless.
"Sorry about that, babe. My phone died sometime around noon so I put it on the charger in my room, but with duties and all that, I haven't been back to my room since. I was actually beginning to prepare dinner when one of the Scarabia students found me, yelling about a student having passed out in the front courtyard. That's when I ran out to find you there, so I brought you back here, to my room, and did what I could to cool you down." he explained. Now, in Jamil's own weird way, he was rambling. It's a habit he may or may not have picked up from either me or Kalim. But he let me ramble, so I won't stop him.
I hummed, acknowledging him while still giving him a moment to decide if he wanted to keep talking. He didn't speak again, so I took that as a 'no'. I moved just enough to be further up, so our faces were more level and I was less in his chest. I looked at him and he looked back.
"You did great at that, by the way. You must have known what you were doing, because I feel better already. I bit hotter than I would normally like, but I no longer feel like I'm about to pass out and if you ask me, that's an improvement." I laughed, feeling the moment needed a bit of humor. Despite the fact he was still clearly worried, he laughed as well. It was a sweet moment.
Jamil leaned closer and pecked me on the lips with a kiss. Sweet, gentle and meant to express every word that he couldn't properly speak right now. In turn, I kissed him back, this time longer and more passionate, and he returned the sentiment. And for an hour, that's all we were. Two lovers caught in each others embrace, sweetly kissing each other when the time felt right. Sometimes we spoke about our day, about the events that occurred when we were not at each others sides. Other times we sat in comfortable silence, speaking nothing because there was nothing that needed to be said.
That was all we were until all the water bottles were empty and the sun had lowered some, cooling the air if only a little. We stayed like that until Kalim tracked us down and started to fuss over me. Jamil was a little frazzled, but let it be for the sake of peace. Realizing Kalim found Jamil for dinner, all three of us left Jamil's room and headed towards the kitchen, Kalim talking on an on in a quieter voice than normal and Jamil walking with my hand in his in silence, enjoying the peacefulness of the walk.
My legs were still shaky, this being the first time I've walked since collapsing, but I managed with minimal help and was back to my normal self by the time we three reached the kitchen. But dread washed over me when the kitchen got infinitely hotter when Jamil turned on the stove, adding to the already hot air of Scarabia. But this time, I had my boyfriend at my side, and I knew I would be fine.
I feel really happy about this because there is something about this man that gets me so he is a delight to have content for
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#ice dragon!reader#justcallmecj fics#Jamil Viper x reader
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14 and 16 for Pepper and Felix 👀
14. An au you’d like to explore someday
what aus DONT I want to explore?? omg there are so many I have in mind
DEFINITELY any of the size swaps, especially the universe where Pepper grows to human size and Felix shrinks to borrower size. I LOVEEEE a size swap where they already know and trust each other and then they have to basically start all over again and just ugghhssghaaaaaaa
and I also want to explore Basil, Breanna, Owen, and Alice changing sizes too!! whether it’s shrinking/growing or being born humans/borrowers!!! I actually have a few asks in my inbox rn about those aus and I’ve been saving them just in case I ever write a snippet about it yknow
16. Something that your character’s different sized friends do that annoys them
lmao this is so silly
Pepper occasionally will leave a mess in Felix’s cupboard (teabags strewn around, containers left open, etc) now that Felix knows about the borrowers. Felix is usually alright with it, but when he’s super exhausted getting ready for class at 6am, it is very annoying to find his cupboard in disarray
Felix will answer phone calls from his friends even while Pepper is sleeping near him, and although Felix tries to be quiet his voice is obviously very loud to Pepper. Pepper (being a light sleeper) wakes up to Felix’s voice every single time and it drives him crazy
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Being Friends Would Include
+ Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Iida, Momo, Jirou, Mina, Ochaco, Asui, Mirio, Amajiki, Aizawa, Hawks, All Might, Dabi, Twice, Compress, Shiguraki
Midoriya;
Absolutely down to help you with anything, he never asks for anything in return either.
Although, he does sometimes ask for you to spar with him. He admires you abilities in combat and thinks with your help he'll be able to get better at a rate he's happy with. Plus, its an excuse to hang out with you more.
Sometimes he has moments of vulnerability, thinking he isn't improving fast enough. You're apart of the select few he allows to see those moments.
An absolute dork. Will info dump at any moment, about the most niche subjects. You're happy to sit and listen to him yap but sometime his ability to talk at length without stuttering scares you.
Bakugou;
He's quite most of the time. He likes hanging out in groups of three or more so he doesn't have to actually speak and he's free to just listen and observe.
You and Kirishima are his closest friends, so you can often be found on days off convincing Bakugou to come with you to the mall. To which he always replies so politely, something along the lines of: "I'd rather die. Get out of my face, morons, you're pissing me off!" Isn't he just so sweet?
You absolutely match his wit. If he throws an insult at you, you throw a worse one back. If he raises his voice, you raise yours. So does Aizawa.
Its one of the reasons he became friends with you in the first place; your spunk. He liked that you knew you were strong, and didn't let anyone tell you otherwise. You were also able to take the criticism without feeling sad, something he envied.
Todoroki;
Keeps to himself a lot. Not much of a socialiser. A homebody at heart.
Forces himself to hang out when invited though. When he does he often finds himself drifting to you, your precents helping to calm him down.
The worst texter on the planet. So blunt it hurts. "yeah." "ok." "sure." "be there." "on the way." He also someone who responds immediately or 3 weeks later. He's not on his phone often, and he has it muted a lot because of his dad.
Nowhere near as polite as people think he is. Absolutely lives by "respect is earned, not given". He just has issues with social cues at times.
He's also incredibly chill. Likes to get his work done asap so he can relax and read manga.
Kirishima;
Work out together are a MUST. "If you're not doing anything later, why don't we hit the gym?!"
He's such a 50/50. one minute he's so cool and is able to deal with issues, the next he gets all flustered and babbles on about what he could have done better.
That's a BIG thing with Kiri, he doesn't care about being perfect, perfect is just a concept. He cares about being better. Better than he was yesterday. Better than he was last week. Better than he's ever been. If he's not constantly improving, he gets REALLY down.
Does not let anyone see his down moments, that would not be manly. You find him one day, crying to himself because his quirk envy was SOARING. He gave you that bs of not wanting you to see him cry coz its "not manly", you smacked the back of his head telling hi to stfu and let you comfort him.
Kaminari;
Dork.
You're actually dumb and dumber. Tweedledum and Tweedledee if you will.
Doesn't have too many doubts or reservations about becoming a hero. Not that he's not capable of those emotions, I just think he doesn't see the point in getting so down about it and much prefers just fixing an issue asap.
A very expressive texter. Will use GIFs, memes, emojis and copy pastas for everything. He has a folder saved. His memes are more organised that his course work.
Sero;
You share manga. Even read it together sometimes.
Always puts you on the BEST music. He has playlists for EVERY emotion known to man. Has them labelled like 'pining (v.)' 'stargazing (n.)' 'content (adj.).
The chillest guy in the world. Will not make a big deal out of anything because he sees no need for it.
Still is absolutely down to mess around and have a laugh even if it get you in trouble. Its all apart of the memory for him.
Iida;
The sweetest and politest person to ever exist. Ever.
He can often be found reading. Will not even notice he's humming in agreement when he reads something he likes. The occasional "ah, I see" when he's doing his academics.
Not the best with social cues, but still isn't as bad as people make him out to be. Can absolutely take a joke, he just cares a lot about being a hero.
This boy is a family man through and through, will talk about his brother when he gets the chance. It weighs on him that he now has to uphold the name Ingenium, but you offer him advice and peace when he gets all worked up.
Momo;
A classy girl, but she's still down to do whatever her friends suggest. If they want to go to the mall then sure, she'll go, but you'll find her in a café about 20 minutes into shopping.
She's a people watcher, not too big on socialising. Often finds her closest friends in crowds
Has the most detailed routines. Her bathing takes about 1-2 hours, she has an extensive list of products she uses. If you have a skin issue, or a problem with your body, she know exactly what product to use to help. She even known the cheaper alternatives.
Big tea drinker, often brings a flask to school full of something to help her focus.
Jirou;
Down for anything, anytime, all the time. Literally the definition of "sure thing".
Not the best in big crowds, but plays it off.
She has such a good music taste - listens to everything, with a preference for rock.
Writes music all the time, you're always the first person to hear it. She loves when you give her advise on how to improve. This also translates into hero work too. If she gets a new move, she is so excited to show you.
Mina;
The extrovert of all extroverts.
Huge on music and dance. She cannot get enough on 2000's clubbing music, but she's also a sucker for 90's hip-hop.
Also really into fashion and shopping. You always get invited to the mall with her.
She's the one who set up the group chats and often taken the lead when it comes to organising things outside of school - Iida and Momo take care of the school stuff.
She needs help a lot with her work, finds it really hard to focus for long periods of time. Group study sessions help her out the most.
Ochaco;
Such a pure soul.
She's so incredibly strong willed, it almost bugs you how she's able to bite her tongue at times.
A lot like Todoroki in the sense that, as sweet as she is, she absolutely doesn't take any shit. Is nowhere near as polite as people say. She'll give everyone the same respect she wants to see retuned. If someone did something to make her lose respect, she'll lose all of it all at once. Which is why she has to bite her tongue a lot.
You, her and mina have the nastiest gossip sessions. You all put the world to rights at god-knows-o'clock in the morning. "I mean, did you see the dirty look she gave me? what more did she want me to do?"
Asui;
Loves hanging out in groups so she doesn't really have to contribute to the conversation. The best listener.
although she can get lost in her own thoughts when you're talking to her. She'll apologise profusely when you bring her back to reality. Doesn't mean she wasn't listening, just means she was overthinking what you said to her.
Saying that, she's able to focus up really well in lessons.
She'll ask you to go on walks with her when she needs to clear her head, she finds comfort in your company and is happy to walk with you in silence.
Mirio;
You're never not laughing around him. Bring joy with him everywhere.
Has the worst dad jokes known to man. Sometimes they're so bad you just have to stare at him in disbelief.
Down for anything all the time. You often have to convince him not to do things.
Even though he's big on humour, he's not the best at sarcasm. Sometimes he will take things literally, it won't bum him out, but he will feel a little sour,
Amajiki;
HATES group settings, but also kinda likes them because he can slip away a lot easier.
Hangs out at home but loves when you can all just sit and chill together. Likes movie nights or just reading manga together in silence.
Mario often drags the two of you away from whatever you're both doing to go for a walk or something. He's not gonna make either of you do anything you don't want to do, but he pushes you to get out of your comfort zone as much as possible.
You have silly inside jokes that no one else understands.
Aizawa;
He's a busy man, but he tries to make time where he can.
He often just likes being in your company. Your chill with just sitting in silence doing your own respective things, but he also love to just listen to you yap as you talk about your day.
Tricket man. He likes little sentimental things. 100% has a memory box (most of it is of you).
A silent Carer, but he cares so deeply it makes his heart ache.
Not big on hugging but will give them when you need them.
Hawks;
As charming as he is on the surface. You might be the only one he's talked to at length about his trauma. Best Jeanest knows about his trauma, but you understand.
Will take you a flights around the city. He loves the cityscape at night so he'll take you to the top of a building and talk with you as you watch everyone's lights turn out.
He will also take you above the clouds when the suns setting, its the most breathtaking sight. He gets to watch something so beautiful, while holding you close. Its a win-win. Even if he's not meant to be doing it.
He's often busy, so he'll leave you little notes and/or gifts when he happens to fly past your apartment window.
Will jumpscare you at night, coming to your window mildly injured, seeking your comfort.
All Might;
Big jokester but can take thing serious when needed.
Loves giving out hugs, especially in his muscle form.
You were one of the first people to find out about his power and its secret. You were also one of the first people he saved, and in turn you'd managed to save his mental when he was going through his worse moments.
Changed your phone ringtone to match his as a prank. You never changed it back.
Dabi;
A man of few words. Values silence but also likes deep talks, especially when your views align with his own.
You met when he was out recruiting for the LOV. You were the only one who didn't fold or become hostile immediately when he showed himself.
Not insecure about his scars, finds them like trophies. Still, he's not a fan if he catches you staring.
Doesn't really laugh, most you'll get is a nose exhale or a smirk. He just enjoys things more internally.
Twice;
Most confusing dude, but you're so patient and understanding with him which he is so grateful for.
Not a leader, prefers to tag along with you when you go out recruiting. Often messes things up when he contradicts himself when he talks, but if someone insults him, you have no problem cutting them down.
You bonded over you care for your friends. You called it found family, and he lost his mind over that term.
You carry an extra mask of his around in case he ever needs it.
Mr. Compress;
The most dramatic guy.
Adores flamboyance, and likes when you put on a show if you're fighting.
He sneaks you into the theatre with his quirk. You both bond over musicals and you introduce him to some musical movies.
Brings you breakfast and the like when he can. Loves being able to serve.
Shigaraki;
Obsessive to a fault. You're one of the only people he confides in about his mission.
He trusted you from the moment you walked through the door. You were rational enough to see his plan, whilst still having your own agenda.
You also weren't afraid of his quirk, happily touching him when you laughed and joked.
Often found himself staring at you as your stirred up conversation with Toga and Twice. Dabi noticed his staring and having him glare. That was the only time Tomura ever felt embarrassed.
#mha#mha x reader#my hero academia#my hero x reader#izuku midoriya#midoriya x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#kirishima eijirou#kirishima x reader#denki kaminari#denki x reader#sero hanta#sero x reader#dabi#dabi x reader#shigaraki tomura#tomura x reader#hawks x reader#hawks#momo yaoyorozu#mina ashido#ochako uraraka#Mr. compress x reader#twice x reader
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Paranomally Hotline #1: Introduction
Many people have their own beliefs. They follow in their own superstitions, read about all kinds of monsters, and we hear about new creations of creatures and places daily. Inspired from already set up and built legends, or entirely original myth, you may have made some ideas yourself. At the very least, you've heard of one. However, to the average person, a myth is all they remain.
Sometimes though, the average person isn't so lucky, and stumble apon a truth: these "tall tales" are fact, not fiction, and could come for you at anytime. With the knowledge that these creatures exist, surviving them can be difficult when nobody you turn to has an idea of what you're facing.
Not, unless, you're calling the Paranomally Hotline.
Specialized in dealing with all entities and creatures of out this world, the Paranomally Hotline believes those who call and will help guide you to safety. Available whenever you need (some places may have more or less then 24 hours available), someone skilled and trained for your kind of situation is there to talk to.
If you don't know who to call, ring the numbers-
"God damn, they play whatever on these fuckin things." A man, appearing about mid 30s, turns the TV off. He gets ready for work, brushing his teeth and getting food to eat. He waves goodbye to his wife, a woman with black hair, and walks into the busy sidewalks. Walking among the people, bag on his side, he keeps going until he reaches a corner.
The scene has changed. As he turns this corner, he runs, panicked, running out of breath. He can't run forever, and hiding feels like a death trap. A creature roars out behind him, and all he wants is to go home, back before this happened.
"Someone please come save me, Lord I beg of you now, spare my soul of this fate just a bit longer," he mutters to himself as he slips into an alleyway. Through his panicked thoughts, something slips into his mind, a crystal clear one: a phone number. As he turns on his phone, which he wasn't even aware still had battery, already has a number put in. Not in a state to question it, he hurriedly rings it.
"Hello, you've reached the Paranominally Hotline, here to help with all entities and paranormals, what's got your ghost?"
"Y-you gotta help me! Th-there's a- a thing! And it's chasing me! And- and- I just want to go home, see my wife again!"
"That's what we're going to do. Now, to help figure out how I can assist you, I'll need you to answer a couple questions. First, do you believe you are still in our world, or does it seem home to somewhere else?"
"Wha-what are y- Yeah, no, it- it's all red- the sky- and it's bleeding- oh my god I didn't notice, it's fucking bleeding- I gotta get out of here-"
"Alright, let's keep a level head sir. When did you get here, and if you remember, how?"
He jumped, hearing a loud roar from this creature. "T-today, maybe 3-30 minutes, 25, gi-give or take. I went into the closet at my job and- look, can we hurry this up? There's s-something ch-ch-chasing me, and I think it's going to k-kill me."
"Alright. This is a very necessary procress, but I have an idea on how to help. Can you make it back to where this closet was?"
"Th-that's the way the monster i- you're trying to fucking kill me!"
"Sir, please. I'm trying to get you home. If you can make it over, and I'm thinking of the right thing, grab the string of the lamp above and pull it to turn off the light."
"No- why should I fucking trust yo-"
Another roar plays out. It's closer.
"...Are-"
"If I’m fucking killed, call my wife and tell her I love her."
"Of course."
The man breaks into a sprint and heads out. His legs are aching, but he has to make it, he has to. Looking straight ahead, he goes straight past the beast, about 30 feet tall and blurry as it roars again, following behind. The man begins to silently sob as he sees the building he exited from up ahead. Running inside, he closes the door of the strange building and locks it as best as he can. He runs down a hallway, where a brown closet door awaits him. It's a dingy closet, brown shelves and a blue school chair. Nothing more or less. He slams the door shut as he hears breakage outside and the loud stomps of feet. Muttering a prayer, he grabs the string of the closet's lightbulb and yanks it down as hard as he can.
Everything goes black, but he finds himself on the floor of the closet. It's a storage one, filled with boxes and shelf racks, the same one he walked into, although one of the shelves has been knocked over just inches from where he once laid unconscious. As he questions what just happened, the reality of what he just faced, he hears his phone hang up, the caller name showing.
The Paranominally Hotline.
#Paranormal Callings (And How We Got You Out)#the bright smoothie of words#WE GOT THE FIRST ONE WRITTEN BABBYYYYYYY#gonna draw it like comic style as i plan out chapter 2 :3
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What I really love about the Daydream Hour art is that it really shows that the characters in Dungeon Meshi aren’t just characters in a story, but they’re Ryoko Kui’s ocs. And sure maybe this is a perk that’s granted to mangakas that release on a monthly schedule opposed to weekly IDK but there’s just some about getting to see different interpretations of the characters and peeks into what she draws in her free time outside the story.
Like look Marcille likes to dance
And here’s the characters in Halloween costumes
Taking Covid precautions
And like I just love how casually she draws and depicts the characters in her personal work. There’s something for quite literally all the characters and like I said maybe other mangakas don’t have or can’t find the time to do so or choose to not release their personal work like she does but I think these pieces just make the characters feel more alive. Like she’s an oc artist through and through lol
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#ryoko kui#daydream hour#I have so many of these saved to my phone#I could talk about them for hours#laios touden#falin touden#marcille donato#chilchuk tims#senshi#itsuzumi#kabru dungeon meshi#namari#m
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Happy tdov to fat trans people. 🏳️⚧️ Biggest thing that helped me as a trans kid was seeing older fat trans people. There were a lot of really irritating "advice" posts going around early in my time on the internet with a lot of misinformation in them, but one that I constantly saw (in addition to people claiming you should wear your pants rediculously low or only wear button ups) were posts saying you had to lose weight to transition. Can confidently confirm that is completely untrue. 👍
#seal.txt#tdov#that 'sky and mike' image of the two old trans dudes hugging was one that I had saved to my phone as a trans teen#and i would look at it sometimes and just wonder how they had made it#idk its just nice knowing we live that long and its not a requirement to be skinnyin order to be respected and loved and get old#some of the old 'advice' posts i saw were really completely bizarre and a lot of them stick with me to this day in insecurities#this would have been 2016 ish tumblr so i know not that long ago but i would have been around 13 for reference#weird that i remember so many of the things i read back then. i could probably fill a post with things i was misinformed on due to Tumblr#specifically tumblrs run by people that i didnt really have the knowledge or awareness to understand probably didnt have my best interests#like 'trans rights ' blogs i would follow and not notice until much later were quite the opposite#this is the consequence of viewing social media before i knew all the secret codewords and my brain was much less developed than it is now
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I've been drawing them a lot and just by looking at these I can tell just how inconsistent my art style is
Anyway
Error belongs to: @/ LoverofPiggies
Ink belongs to: @/ Comyet
#undertale#sans#undertale au#utau#utmv#sans au#ink!sans#ink sans#error!sans#error sans#errorink#errink#errortale#error x ink#ink x error#my art#I have so many text post's saved on my phone#I WILL draw more#there are probably better things to do#1k
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#i have so many grindr screenshots saved on my phone that the other day my friend was like ??? are u swimming in cock or something?#and it was humbling to have to say no its solely for shitposting purposes#buddie#911#evan buckley#eddie diaz#mine#also bucks face in the last one. goofy gay loser
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