#BOY IM BEING BRAVE TODAY

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I have been working on my first battle jacket for a while now, and I wanted to show it off!

Its faaaaaarrr from being done but i really love it

And while I’m at it

Here are my very wip patch pants, i have so many ideas for this

[shepscapades]

An assortment of Bangarry eepers from over the years… my soft guys with no trauma whatsoever (<- lie) <3

[simmonsized]

hi idk how to talk about this, especially on my main blog, but I wrote a post-season 19 rvb fic for my partner, @docdufresne

it is called Red Letter Days and it is a red team-centric (Simmons and Donut centric) fic that finds its companion in that sad blue team comic I drew a few weeks ago.

no pressure, but I had a lot of fun and it is much longer than I was expecting it to be! I'm really proud I finished it :)

[yourbleedingh3art]

[facesblind]

idk what is happening honestly so tired so eepy let boys run the errands with teddybeardog and i have some regrets ( tm )

[ispyspookymansion]

brought my phone to a repair place yesterday evening but they couldnt finish it before they closed so ive been phoneless since like 6pm and we are busy today so we cant go back to get it until 4:30pm even tho itll be done by like 11. so. #detox

[garlique]

my tummy hurts so bad i hate traveling

[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode thirteen :: RIBBONS & TEA.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴various drivers x y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔the groupchat returns, and while lewis is feeling a bit funny, y/n casually gives everyone a heart attack and calls it a surprise.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ excessive cussing, none.

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y/l/nestate behind the scenes 🍾🎀 fun things coming very soon ⭐️🩷

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☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

honey badger: avengers assemble.

honey banger: i have easily the most important tea to spill today.

y/n: “hear yee! hear yee!” ahh text

girlfriend kika: LMFAO

babygirl alex: hear yee 😭😭😭

honey badger: it’s about max

girlfriend kika: i ain’t laughing no more 🗿

chal eclair: what does he want

chili!: no bc after the shit his team pulled i don’t think i wanna hear from anyone abt him

angel carmen: wait is it important

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princess george: oh.

my baby lando: oH?

yukino: 🔪?

honey badger: might be necessary this time

alabono: he is personally involved isn’t he 😐

honey badger: yep.

my baby lando: wait oscar needs to see this

MY BABY LANDO added PAPAYA BABY #2

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wifey lily: oh i’m so sat

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my baby lando: okay okay

chal eclair: 🤨

honey badger: i managed to get ahold of his phone then i waited until he left his drivers room

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y/n

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girlfriend kika: LET BRO COOK 🔥🔥🔥

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is it too early to love you? - final part (7)

(moodboard made by moi)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

summary: reader and spencer meet in the afternoon like they’d promised to play chess and get coffee. everything is prefect and comfortable, even as reader gets brave enough to do something she felt sorry for not doing sooner. 

a/n: gang… i don’t wanna end this one… but idk what i should do past this part😭😭😭 but if yall want more just request smth cuz im obsessed with how this turned out🤓 ALSO ty for all the love you’re given this series, ive had a blast writing this (literally destroyed my sleep schedule i made because i go back to school in like four days or some bullshit) and it’s rlly awesome being a writer that makes fun little things that ppl end up loving!!!! so big ty to all of yall who’ve been reading 

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was this too much?

i stared at myself in the mirror as i adjusted the collar of my sweater with my fingers. 

i’m just going to see my best friend, so why am i dressing like this is a date? and why am i so nervous. 

it’s a good nervous. the kind that had an entire rabble of butterflies fluttering around my stomach.

it wasn’t fancy, just a casual outfit that he’d definitely never seen me in before. i would wear this on a date though. on an occasion like this one.

i stepped away from my reflection. it was 11:30 and it wouldn’t take me longer than ten minutes to get to the coffee shop but i got my shoes on anyway. it doesn’t hurt to be early. 

i left my apartment in a giddy rush. my feet were louder on the stairs than usual due to my quick pace. 

one of my neighbors who was walking inside gave me an amused smile. “what’re you getting up to today?” she asked. 

i directed my eyes towards her. “i’m going to see a friend.” my lips were pinned in a smile. 

she grinned widely. “is it that boy who’s always coming over? the handsome tall one with brown hair?” 

“maybe.” i nodded. 

she gave me a knowing look. “oh honey, are you sure he’s just a friend?”

i tried to hide the flush over my cheeks. “i’m sure.” 

“okay.” she nodded slowly like she wasn’t convinced. “i’ll know when he’s more than that.” 

i rolled my eyes and left the building, deciding to walk instead of drive. maybe it’ll help my energy levels. 

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i was cold by the time i got to the coffee shop. the autumn air was motionless apart from when cars would drive past me on the street, and the chill bit at my face and hands, even though i had them hidden in the sleeves of my sweater. it was bearable though. 

“welcome in!” 

the cheerful voice of a barista behind the counter mingled with the bell above the door and the chatter of customers placed across the establishment. it was warm inside and it smelled like coffee, for obvious reasons. 

“hey.” a familiar voice sounded behind me. i turned around to look at spencer while he closed the shop door behind himself. 

“hi.” i smiled. 

“have you been here long?” he wondered. 

i shook my head and freed my hands from my sleeves. “no. i got here a minute or two ago…” spencer’s hand on my face had me trailing off. his fingers moved some of my hair away from my eyes.

“did you walk?” his brows were pinched together, more so as i nodded. “it’s cold out.” 

i smiled. he’s too sweet. “i’m okay. it’s not that bad.” i promised him through the tone of my voice and the look i gave him through my lashes. 

he smiled softly with a nod. “good.” 

“we still have a chess game to go play, so you better not let the temperature get to you.” my hand reached out to gently clamp around his wrist so i could pull him after me into the short line so we could get our coffees and then walk to the park. 

“can i try yours?” i asked while walking down the sidewalk, outside again. i gestured to his coffee by tapping the side of it with my index finger. our arms brushed as we walked. 

spencer hummed a ‘yes’ as he handed off his cup to me. 

i excitedly took his cup and sipped from it, cautiously because i’ve heard morgan say that it would put him in a coma if he had more than a sip of it after mixing up an order. this happened years ago but morgan still talks about it.

he was right because when the drink hit my tongue i closed my eyes, pulling a face at how sweet it was. “jesus!”

spencer’s sweet laughter swirled inside my head. he gently took his cup back. “too sweet?” 

i nodded quickly. “yeah. how do you drink that everyday?” i sipped my own coffee to try and get rid of the sugar that still lingered on my tongue. 

when we kissed he tasted like that.

he shrugged. “i don’t know, I’m just used to it i guess.”

our arms brushed again because i can’t walk in a straight line but he didn’t seem to mind. “what did you get?” he quizzed. 

i read the barista’s handwriting on the side of the cup. it was what i got whenever i went to a coffee shop but i still liked to get my answer right. “a half dark half white chocolate mocha with caramel. i got a double shot of espresso today so… we’ll see how that plays out.” my eyes trailed up to his face while we stopped at the crosswalk across from the park. he glanced down at me, eyes all content. his pupils were blown wide which made it hard to see the brown of his eyes. 

“don’t get a caffeine rush on me.” spencer told me. “i might not be able to handle you.” 

i scoffed with a squint of my eyes. “please, you’re able to handle me no matter what.” 

he agreed with me. 

while we were stepping away from the safety of the sidewalk i mindlessly grabbed spencer’s hand. it was just a habit i’ve always had. an instinct to reach out and hold onto whoever i was with while crossing the street. 

when we reached the other side i quickly released his hand. i met his eyes with my own. “sorry. force of habit.” i smiled shyly. 

spencer smiled back. “it’s okay.” 

he found an empty table to play chess at, which was the only one that wasn’t occupied. i never knew people favored playing chess in a park so much until now.

i sat down on a stone chair on one side of the board while spencer sat across from me, pulling a box of chess pieces out of his bag. i watched him slide the white colored pieces over to me. “do you just carry those around all the time?” i wondered while placing all the pieces in the correct places. 

“yeah.” he nodded. 

i smiled. “you have a marry poppins bag.” 

“i love marry poppins.” spencer hummed. 

i laughed quietly in endearment. he’s really pretty today. 

“okay,” i put my hands flush against one another and rubbed them together. “prepare to loose.” i slid one piece forward.

spencer shook his head. “in your dreams.” he moved a piece. 

i watched him and processed a few things i could do before moving. 

we went back and forth in silence for a few minutes before i looked up at him. he was looking at the board with furrowed brows. “when did you learn to play?” 

spencer moved a piece before answering. “when i was a kid. me and my mom would play a lot.” he focused on my lips for a moment before shifting to my eyes. he smiled almost timidly. 

i stole one of his pieces with my next move. it was held between my fingers beside my face. “gotcha.” i whispered. 

he took a piece of mine and mirrored me. “you were saying?”

i frowned. “you’re mean.” i moved again.

“this is all part of the game.” he laughed as we kept playing. 

i rested my head in my hand and stared at the pieces in thought. i moved another piece over the board before taking a quick sip of coffee. 

the park was nice today. there were a lot of people walking or sitting or playing chess like us. it was comfortable. i don’t know why i haven’t come here as much. 

spencer’s hair fell over his face when a light breeze blew through the park and i wanted to reach out and brush it out of his eyes. 

i don’t remember moving my arms to do so, but i leaned across the small table and did so anyway. spencer didn’t take his eyes off of mine, not while i was moving his hair with my fingertips on his skin, and not when his hand mirroring mine took the one in his hair in his own. he intertwined our fingers and i thought i was dreaming as he moved so our elbows were propping our joined hands over the board. 

he nonchalantly went back to the game, taking one of my pieces. “your move.” he squeezed my hand to snap me out of my trance the physical contact put me in. 

i nodded, pursing my lips. “right.” i felt like there was more attention on me and it made my focus dwindle. i still moved a piece that spencer took after a few moves, but he smoothed his thumb over the small extent of my hand he could touch. 

i smiled suddenly as i took a piece of his. “while i was leaving my building my neighbor asked me where i was going. when i told her i was seeing a friend she asked ‘the handsome tall one with brown hair’ and i thought that was such an accurate description of you.” i sipped more of my coffee. being outside had cooled it down significantly. 

spencer squeezed my hand that i was convinced he wasn’t ever going to let go. i met his eyes. “you think i’m…” he trailed off momentarily while he moved another piece. “tall?” he asked, that stupid but addicting smile slipped onto his lips. 

i scoffed, mouth open in an amused smile. “yes, yes i do.” i nodded with a laugh. “all 6’1 of you.” 

spencer’s eyes were so soft on mine. they were just full of adoration and endearment. i didn’t have a problem with getting lost in them. i’d get more lost just in his company every day. 

“you’re so beautiful…” his voice was so quiet i wouldn’t have caught what he’d said if i wasn’t looking at him. i read his lips in slow motion. 

“thank you.” 

we played the rest of the game in silence and secret glances. spencer won which didn’t surprise me. he told me i was good though, and that must mean i’m really good if its coming from him. 

spencer let go of my hand so that we could put the pieces away. my hand got cold immediately. i worked quickly to group the colors of pieces and slide them over to him. 

when we left the table, people immediately occupied it. i laughed slightly. 

“is there this many people here often?” i asked, my hand brushing his as we walked. 

he slowly interlaced our fingers again, being casual with it. “this isn’t the busiest it’s been.” he replied. i nodded, looking down at our joined hands. 

my feet stopped moving across the sidewalk and spencer stopped with me. “you okay?” 

i looked up at him, searching his eyes for what he must have searched mine for when he’d first kissed me. 

i wanted to kiss him. 

i can’t deny that anymore. 

so in the middle of the park in the afternoon i did just that. i stood on my toes and kissed him. my chest pressed against his and i swear i could feel his quickened heartbeat while our lips gently pressed together. 

spencer dropped my hand to cradle my face, meaning i couldn’t pull away so soon. and i was just fine with that. 

i slid my hand around his waist to his back. my palms pressed flat into him, making a soft hum pass from him to me. 

when we did pull away for breath, spencer whispered, “it’s not too early to love me.” his forehead pressed against mine. 

i smiled. “you heard me that night?”

“yeah.” he nodded subtly. “and i’ve played it over and over again in my head.” 

i smiled, tilting my head to kiss him once. “it sounds like you love me.” i ran my hands down his back. 

“i do.” he whispered. “i really do.” 

my head rested on his chest as i hugged him closer. his arms wrapped around me in an instant. “i’m sorry i made you wait for me.” i muttered. 

“i’d wait for you no matter what.” spencer replied, kissing the top of my head. 

i smiled in content, breathing in his scent that was like a muscle relaxant. everyone and everything around me and him just faded away. 

until both of us got a phone call. 

i frowned and dug into my pocket to answer the same time as spencer. 

“hello?” 

“hello my lovely, we have a case and need you here ASAP.” penelope’s cheerful voice filled my ear. i sighed and looked up at spencer as he gave me the same look. 

i nodded. “okay. we’ll start heading over.” 

“who’s ‘we’?” penelope asked. 

“me and spencer.” i replied, not really caring if she freaks out because it’s worth it for him. 

she squealed over the line. spencer had already hung up and was waiting for me. “that’s so adorable. okay, get here quick, hotch is looking at me impatiently.”

“okay. see you soon.” 

“bye!”

i shoved my phone back into my pocket. “there goes the weekend.” i took spencer’s hand as we walked to where his car was parked. 

“i’m glad we got to do this.” he told me. i smiled, running my thumb against his hand. 

“me too.” i agreed. 

spencer stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to kiss me once. i giggled with my eyes closed. “what was that for?” i wondered. 

“just to make sure this is real.” he replied. 

i stood on my toes to kiss him again. “it is.” 

he kissed me one more time, which resulted in some guy telling us to ‘get a room’ to which i started laughing, head leaned back. 

spencer started dragging me to his car with that, we were in the safety of it when he kissed me one last time. 

“the team is waiting.” i reminded him. 

his eyes went wide. “i forgot.” he chuckled softly. 

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when we made it to the roundtable room morgan whistled at us. “about time.” 

i smiled awkwardly and sat down, spencer following right beside me. “sorry. my car wouldn’t start.” i lied. 

“ah yes, so you repaid pretty boy with a kiss?” 

i whipped my head towards spencer and noticed a mark from the tinted chapstick i was wearing on his lips. i discretely used my fingers to wipe away any color that escaped my lips. “that’s not from me that’s from… a random girl on the street.” i avoided everyone’s eyes while attempting not to smile. “she thought he was handsome.” 

the whole team exchanged a series of unconvinced looks. hotch was the first to speak. “start the brief garcia.” 

with that she got started, talking about the new case full of gruesome details that i only heard half of. i was too distracted by the way spencer grabbed my hand under the table and squeezed it to assure we were okay. 

the team definitely didn’t believe any of what i’d just said but it didn’t really matter. neither of us cared. 

it definitely wasn’t too early to love him. 

[kawaiiwritingcomputer]

Hey hey idk if you're doing requests at the moment but can I have yandere poly (if you're comfy doing poly) scooby gang with a gentle giant female s/o? Like she towers over the whole gang but doesn't like violence unless necessary.

She's like that one meme

"Normaly I'm the healer but... not today" *pulls out a gun*

Thanks if you do this!!

🍄: i don’t write poly,,, but i cannot not write this. i love poly scooby gang in general! thank YOU for this request :3 im writing this as reader is willing as well 😭 i cannot imagine gentle giant resisting nor can i imagine the gang being tooo dubious

Poly!yandere!Scoobygang x giant!Reader:

let’s start with all of them are enamored with how tall you are !!!

you’re always sitting in the back with shaggy and scooby, sometimes making freddy jealous

they all argue over how they’re going to split up and find clues with you

You sit there chilling like ☺️ guys we take turns

sometimes Shaggy wins bc if the particular mystery is super scary, Scooby refuses to go without you

sometimes Velma will come with you and shaggy and scooby to tag along

Normally daphne and fred would be like :( without velma or you but they sometimes don’t mind the alone time either

and vice versa as well when its just shaggy and velma (and scooby ofc but yk dog)

shaggy gets shy around your tall nature and will sometimes pretend to be brave with scooby to protect you but he always ends up jumping in your arms

speaking of jumping into your arms lol 😭 the cut scenes of when you guys are running around trying to run away from the ghoul you guys are trying to debunk: at some point you do end up carrying all five of them in your arms

they all swoon

you help Fred make his traps when he needs to reach certain places.

you and daphne listen to his ramblings while helping him with it

Daphne is your personal stylist ofc

She cannot have one of her cuties being raggedy! Shaggy has the shaggy look down and it’s cute in him, but anyone else? puh-lease!

ofc her daddy’s and mommy’s money pays for your customized clothes bc of your height. sometimes it’s hard to shop lol

Velma is the shyest around you

whether you’re lanky like shaggy or muscular johnny bravo

girl swoons over you literally. she loves going to libraries with you and watching you grab her books for her

Shaggy can too tbh but he likes eating more than reading so you’re taken to the library instead

Shaggy cooks for everyone (canon, sometimes fred joins) but he makes your food portions just like his 😭

big sandwiches and ridiculous toppings and all! unless you have preferences, then scooby will be like “ruh-uh (Y/N) doesn’t like that!”

Scooby stays near you and shaggy as a given

love the personal headcanon that he’ll give you and shaggy warnings if you guys don’t see something that can hurt you guys

so quite literally the look out dog for you

kinda funny how you’re seen as the intimidating one bc your height but it’s literally the whole gang everyone has to worry about 😭

god forbid anyone makes you tear up

the whole gang is pulling up with their personal weapon of choice

Daphne doesn’t even need a weapon 🙏🏽 she just karate kicks them in the throat and then hands you her handkerchief (she keeps it)

sometimes with daphne or velma being taken as hostage, that’s when you put on the brave face to find them by yourself

much to the boys dismay when they realize you disappear too leaving it to shaggy to find the ghoul with you chasing you

“Found them Freddy!”

“Where’d you put Daphne/Velma monster!” is your shout as you continue to chase

“I’ll build trap!”

You hear Freddy and shaggy and set trap up

sometimes it changes but it goes something like that every now and then

with how willing you with the gang and the adventures, you almost forget they’re yandere for you

until it’s time to split up again or it’s time to figure out who gets to sleep next to you (they’re all jealous of scooby for being a dog and being able to sleep on your legs)

[serxinns]

Yandere mha x Svarlet reader Extra 1: Hot springs

The reader is gender neutral use they/them pronouns

(the reason why they're going to the girl side of the hot springs is because they didn't wanted to be by mineta and you don't wanna be with a lot of people rn)

A/N: so I've been reading @demonlamb666 Class 1a reaction to mineta climbing the bath to see you and the girls naked bodies and I was like "Man I wish they could make a extended version of this" and I realized "If nobody's doing it Fine ill do it!" so here you go!

This Fic was inspired by the dabble by demonlamb666 if you wanna go on her og then go to here

The class cheered as Aizawa announced that there would be a hot spring to relax in You however didn't you just want to have a summer break and play with your game device all day and laze away luck isn't on your side today now is it

Cmon y/n join our side it'll be fine," Hakagure said while waving her arms around "I don't know guys I don't like the hot springs very much and I'm gonna see y'all naked..." you muttered the last part out in discomfort while clutching your towel but tsu put a comforting hand on your shoulder "we trust you y/n we know your not gonna do anything *kero*""Yea! You not like that disgusting perv like Mineta ur the total opposite!" ochako said the other girls chimed in encouraging you saying it was fun until you made up your mind "Fine fine! I'll join but only for a little the girls cheered and praise you for your braveness

They decided to let you go in 1st so they wouldn't see you and then they decided to go in as well "See isn't it nice y/n" Momo said while giving you a hug "Y/n San feels so warm~" momo thought in her head as the other girls glared jealousy her

the girls and you chatted along while at times splashing each other and giggling at each other's jokes mina brought each ball and decided to play ball-related games like a hot potato, keep the ball in the air, or even volley ball the girls had a little fight over who gets to be in your team but other then that it's been fun unaware that a purple cockroa- I mean teenager plotting a plan

"What I'm here for is beyond the wall," mineta said while holding his towel he then pressed his head up against the wall with a satisfying smile hearing you and the girls chatting and giggling the boys were now focusing on Mineta now confused about what he was gonna do "nowadays, for them not to stranger bathing times for men and women is an accident" mineta continued his speech while the boys were slowly starting to know he was doing "Dont tell me you're.." denki said with a glare while tenya standard up lecturing mineta not to do what he's about to do while Mineta eyes rolling back rolling as he eagerly listen to the other size of the wall (EW EW EWWWW 🤢)

"You're being too fussy" mineta said while reaching for his hair taking a ball out "cause walls.. ARE MEANT RO BE CLIMBED OVER PLUS ULTRA"

And chaos exploded over

"mineta stop what your doing it's wrong!" zuku pleaded while holding him by the ankles "YOU FUCKING BASTARD WHEN I REACH UP TO YOU UR DEAD" katsuki threaten while Shoto created a nice step to help Katsuki get higher Meanwhile Kiri and Denki was fantasizing about what would your body would look like while getting turned on about it while kiri was waiting for katsuki to jump Sero was aiming tape to trying to tie down the grape boy

"What's going on?!" y/n said while hearing the commotion at the other side of the wall "MINETAS TRYING TO CLIMB OVER THE WALL JIROU MOMO COVER Y/N" Shoto yelled while trying to keep Katsuki steady Momo and jirou quickly wrapped you up in their arms while also blushing at the fact that they're touching your warm s/c skin Making the most of it "LET ME GO IM GONNA TOUCH HIM NOT TO MESS WITH OUR LIGHT" black shadow yelled out while trying to come at mineta but tokoyami was holding him back trying to calm him down "DARK SHADOW NO!" As much tokoyami wanted him to do it but he didn't want him to be responsible for him he's focusing on you being safe and sound "LADIES PROTECT Y/N's HONOUR"

"OH IT ON" Mina yelled determined to beat Minets down for your honor, Ochako and Mina nodded to themselves, and while Mina Jumped in the air she slapped ochakos hand to make her float to the top of the wall to drop kick Mineta You stared at the chaos that was in front of you the yelling the screaming honestly it was pretty hilarious to you and you wanted to join in beating Mineta's ass cause why not you wrested out the grip of momo and Jirou and use your telekenies to make yourself float, tsuyu to tried to grab you by using her tongue but you dodge you went and grabbed mina's hand floating her up with you when Mineta made it to the top you both dropped kick him so hard he lost his balance and fell right on top of iida

(Poor boy having a image of that 😅)

Safe to say you were praised for your dangerous but badass stunt the girls were all over how amazing that love was and Mina even suggested you be her training partner even iida praised you but still lectured how unsafe that stunt was for the boys (including Bakugo) was shouting how compliments of how badass or manly it was even Aizawa heard about it and praise you for it and also gave mineta 48-hour detection and gave you extra credit all the teachers heard and gave u praises as well and hawks gave you a high five for it they're never living this memory down

Also, the class planned to pay Mineta a visit when they got back to the UA dorms

[megalony]

Painless- Part 2

This is a new Henry Cavill series I am going to be working on, any feedback would be amazing. I hope you all like it.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogmeddows @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez-blog @jonesyaddiction @milanosaurus @httpfandxms @saint-hardy @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls @mrsalwayswritex @rogerina-owns-me  @hellsdragon @im-an-adult-ish @crazylittlethingg @allauraleigh @onceuponadetectivedemigod @ceres27 @avyannadawn  @noonenuts @sleepylunarwolf @coverupps @justagirlthatlovedtoread

Series Taglist: @angelcavill66 @coldmooninthedark

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Summary: Henry and (Y/n) have their hands full looking after their kids, especially Toby who has a rare genetic condition where he can't feel or process pain.

Enjoy.

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"Boys, come on we're leaving." (Y/n) tapped her fingers against the banister as she tilted her head back, supressing a groan. They were going to be late if none of them got a move on and (Y/n) didn't like being late for anything.

"I'm ready, mummy," Birdie tilted her head back to look up at her mum and (Y/n) smiled sweetly down at her girl leaning up against her leg.

"I know you are, baby. At least one of you listens to me."

"Pushchair?" With big eyes, Birdie glanced her eyes around the hallway, looking for her prized purple pushchair that she usually went out in.

Birdie was big enough and old enough to walk by herself now but she preferred her pushchair. She was too panicked to walk when they went out in public in case there were lots of people around and she couldn't keep up with her family or she got lost. Last time they went out to the park and she walked, Henry ended up carrying her around when she started to scream when a stranger got too close.

It didn't help that the paparazzi often flocked around and took pictures, they only made her more nervous and Henry had fought them off many times, telling them to leave his family alone.

"Not today baby, you can try walking with us, okay?"

(Y/n) hated the look of shock and terror that dwelled in her daughter's eyes and for a moment she looked like she was debating whether to scream or cry. With a deep breath, (Y/n) crouched down in front of her and gently held her sides, pulling her closer.

"We're going to use this," Reaching out to the banister, (Y/n) grabbed the small backpack and held it out to show her.

She slipped the straps over Birdie's arms and buckled it up at the front before grabbing the long strap attached to the back to show her. It was essentially a harness with a lead that (Y/n) or Henry could hold so if Birdie went wandering and actually walked today, she couldn't stray too far and they could pull her back if need be. They were hoping that it would make her feel safe enough to walk with them instead of being carried or pushed everywhere. It also meant she could play with her cousins too.

"Daddy, I want-"

Walking towards his girls, Henry crouched near Birdie with a wide smile on his lips that stopped her in her tracks and took her by surprise as she gawped at him, wondering what this smile was for.

"Wow, don't you look like a big brave girl today? Are you gonna walk with daddy today, hm?" He took the strap from (Y/n) and looped it safely around his wrist which he held out to Birdie to show that he wouldn't let go and he would have control and safety over her. He knew if he gave her some confidence and showed that she was safe, she might just agree.

When she nodded her head and smiled shyly, Henry grinned and pressed a sloppy kiss to her forehead before he stood up and she clung to his leg as if to make sure he wasn't going to leave her.

"Are we going then?" Henry shrugged on his jacket and stuffed his phone and keys into his back pocket.

He leaned forward to kiss the back of (Y/n)'s head, swooping his arm around her waist but he frowned when he couldn't see the twins ready and rearing to go. They were meeting Henry's brother and kids at the park and then going out for dinner before Henry had to head to the gym for evening training. They weren't leaving themselves much time before they were going to be late.

"The boys aren't listening to me," (Y/n) gave him a certain look and tried to refrain from smiling when Henry's hands found her hips and he slowly weaved behind her to get to the stairs, passing the backpack strap over to (Y/n) for a moment.

She watched him stomp the heel of his boot down on the bottom step and brace his hands on the wall and banister while he looked up at the top of the stairs.

"Get your arses downstairs, we're leaving. Don't make me come up there." Henry leaned back up and held his hands out with a broad smile when the unmistakeable sounds of doors shutting flooded downstairs and the twins could be heard scuttling around on the landing.

"I'm here," Levi ducked under Henry's outstretched arm, smiling when he felt his dad pat him on the back before he hurried to get his trainers on.

"What are you wearing?" Henry's hands found his sides and he cocked a hip out when he looked Toby over. He had on a pair of shorts, a black and blue gaming shirt and no socks on his feet or jumper over his head. He wasn't going out like that.

"What?"

"Baby I told you we're going out to the park, go put something warmer on." (Y/n) shook her head while she grabbed Levi's jacket and handed it over to him. It wasn't exactly summer weather outside like Toby was dressed for, he couldn't go out wearing that he would make himself sick.

"I'm fine."

"Listen to your mum, go change."

"I live in neutral, I won't get cold," Toby went to walk down the last three steps until his dad grabbed the edge of the banister and his arm blocked him off like a barrier.

Neutral was how they usually described Toby because he didn't feel hot or cold, he didn't shiver, he didn't sweat and his skin didn't get pale or turn red depending on the weather. He was physically unchanged by it and he didn't react, but that didn't mean he wouldn't get affected by the weather and Toby didn't understand that.

He thought that because he couldn't feel the cold weather, it wouldn't affect him. He couldn't grasp that weather he felt or reacted to the temperature didn't matter because it would still make him ill. Being too hot could give him a fever and make him sick or dehydrated and being too cold could bring down his body temperature and make him hypothermic. He wasn't immune to anything just because he couldn't feel them.

"You won't feel the cold but you'll certainly get one and be sick. Go throw on some trousers and socks and a hoodie or don't come out with us, we don't have time for you to argue. Move it or lose it."

Toby groaned when Henry held his shoulders and turned him around before giving him a gentle push up the stairs.

"We're gonna be late," (Y/n) whispered with a roll of her eyes. Levi was already out the front door, kicking a football against the wall to entertain himself until they left. And Birdie was chatting away to her teddy like she was reprimanding it for something.

"We've been late for worse reasons than this, least we have a polite excuse this time." Henry binded his arms around her waist and tucked his face into the crook of her neck, smiling into her skin.

He was right, the amount of times they had been late because they had been too busy in the bedroom. Now they didn't have to think of an excuse, they were late because of Toby, not their shenanigans.

"Right, go, go go." Henry ushered them all out the door when Toby barelled back down the stairs in appropriate clothing and Henry wrapped Birdie's strap around his wrist again. He rested his hand on the back of her head for reassurance as they all headed out the drive. He knew if things went wrong with Birdie he would just carry her back home, but they had to experiment and try new things to get her to cope. She couldn't stay in her pushchair forever, no matter how endearing she was and how badly Henry wanted her to stay his little baby girl forever.

(Y/n) leaned her head back on Henry's shoulder, watching the twins jog a few paces in front of them, passing the football between them. Her eyes kept flitting back down to Birdie every now and then and she smiled when the four year old slowly worked up some courage when they rounded the corner. She took a daring step in front of Henry and walked one short pace in front of him but it was enough to make her parents smile.

"Here, catch it Birdie." Levi rolled the ball towards her, slow enough that it wouldn't knock her over or fly past her.

She stared at it for a few seconds, rather unsure of what to do before she picked it up and bounced it against the floor, giggling madly when it bounced high and went back towards Levi.

They continued passing the ball between the three of them for a while as they crossed the street and rounded the corner. It was almost a twenty minute walk to the park but none of them minded. (Y/n) was always pleased that the kids would walk- or in Birdie's case, be pushed- anywhere, no matter the distance and they didn't squabble or complain once. They all loved to be outside.

"Come walk with us Birdie, I'll hold you." Levi reached out towards the strap Henry was holding and smiled.

He liked looking after her, she was a little shadow when they were at home and she clung to Levi more than Toby who always got frustrated with her because she was younger.

"No!" Birdie practically screamed before she backed up and curled her arms around Henry's leg, digging her short nails through his trousers and smothering her face into his leg until her hot breaths could be felt on his skin.

"Just keep playing with her bud but I'll hold it. I've got it babygirl, I won't let go I promise. Come on." He smoothed down her hair and kissed her forehead before gently uncurling her from his leg, encouraging her to keep walking. She wouldn't feel safe unless one of her parent's was holding the strap and were still in control.

"Good girl,"

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"Alright bud, how we doing?" Henry peeked his head around the bedroom door and smiled at Toby who was sat on his bed watching a movie.

He hadn't long come home from training and with Birdie already settled down in bed, Henry always made it a point to check in on the boys and spend a bit of time with them before they went to sleep too.

He walked over towards the bed and went to sit down on the edge but he barely managed to sit before Toby was suddenly in his arms. He latched his arms around Henry's neck and pushed into his chest like he was trying to merge them together.

"I haven't been that long, bud." Henry chuckled and started to rub his hand up and down Toby's back. He had only been a few hours, usually he got this kind of response when he'd been gone a few days. It was the worst when he had to relocate for filming, being apart from the kids was never something Henry could cope well with. But he loved coming home to them and falling to the floor with all three of them in his arms.

He opened his mouth to say something else but stopped himself when his eyes narrowed on something on Toby's bedside table.

Burn cream.

That was something they had to have a lot of with Toby since he couldn’t feel anything hot or cold, he simply felt a neutral temperature no matter how cold or warm it was outside or the temperature of the water.

As a toddler, he was always burning the roof of his mouth which had scarred beyond belief. He had burned his hands a few times trying to run a bath before Henry made a rule that he couldn't do it himself anymore, if he wanted a bath either Henry or (Y/n) had to run it and check it. But Toby could get a shower without help since it had a temperature dial. He wasn't allowed to turn it above number seven as it would be too hot or below number four as that would be too cold.

Gently patting Toby's back, Henry pulled back enough to look down at his son and moved his hands to rub up and down his arms soothingly.

“Did you burn yourself today?” His tone was soft and he watched Toby look away for a moment, unable to make eye contact before he rested his chin on Henry's chest so he could look up at him.

Toby shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips that started to disappear when his dad raised a brow and pursed his lips.

“What’s the cream for then?” Henry tilted his head in the direction of the table holding the nearly empty tube of burn cream.

“It’s nothing… I wanted to make some tea.” Toby spoke quietly, part of him wishing Henry wouldn’t ask so he wouldn’t get mad at him but the other part of him wanted Henry to ask. He wanted Henry to fuss because right now it was just the pair of them, no siblings to steal Henry away from him and Toby could never get enough of these moments of just the pair of them.

Henry leaned his head to the side as a small sigh escaped his lips that Toby knew well. It showed he wasn’t angry with Toby but he was feeling a bit perplexed because Toby had broken a rule.

“Buddy, you know you aren’t allowed to use the kettle.” Henry tried not to whine but they had rules for reasons just like this.

Toby couldn’t run a bath, either Henry or (Y/n) had to do that so he didn’t run it too hot or freezing cold. He couldn’t use the kettle because that was steaming water that he could spill and badly scold himself with and he couldn’t use the oven or stove for any reason. There were more rules that they had and Toby usually stuck to them because he didn’t want to get hurt even if he wouldn’t feel the pain. He always got upset or worried when he had broken a bone or cut or burnt himself, just because he didn’t feel pain didn’t mean he liked the feeling.

“I know, but mum was busy. I thought I could do it.” Toby hadn’t wanted to bother (Y/n) when he thought it was a task that he could do himself. The kettle had already been full, all he had to do was switch it on and slowly pour the water into the cup with the teabag. It seemed so easy but he still managed to burn himself.

“It’s not a case of can you do it, it’s a case of we don’t want you to because it’s more dangerous for you. Please don’t go near the kettle buddy.” They hadn’t set the rule because they thought Toby was too young or incompetent to be able to pour a cup of tea. It was there because hot water with someone who couldn’t feel pain was a bad combination and they didn’t want any accidents. “What did you do, touch the kettle or spill the water?”

Toby had been informed if he ever for any reason had to touch the kettle or move it, he had to hold the handle and nothing else. When it boiled the kettle itself was scolding so it was only safe to hold the handle and if someone boiled it and Toby didn't realise, he would blister his hand.

“I spilt the water onto my hand.” He whispered the words quietly before he buried his face in his dad's chest when he felt Henry take hold of his arms from around his neck.

He held both Toby's arms out in front of him to see the damage and took a deep breath when he looked at his right hand. It had a small rash creeping up his fingers like wine had been spilt on a canvas and there were red and white blisters popping up on the back of his hand. It didn't look as bad as Henry had seen in the past, but it still wasn't good.

“Touch the kettle again and there will be trouble.” Toby nodded, knowing it wasn't a threat or an angry statement, it was a precaution. Leaning over, Henry grabbed the burn cream and pulled open the top drawer of the side table to get a bandage roll. The top drawer contained a thermometer, antiseptic wipes, plasters, different creams, bandages, an old sling for emergencies and some tablets. It was like a small medical kit for when Toby got hurt.

Toby scooted back a little on the bed before holding his hand out to Henry, watching silently as Henry gently rubbed the cream on the back of his hand before he started to wind the bandage around. He didn't want Toby to catch or rip the blisters on anything and make them worse or scratch them open like he had done in the past.

When he finished, Henry kissed the back of his hand before he shuffled round and laid down beside him on the bed, smiling when Toby snuggled up to his side under his arm.

Toby silently hoped Henry would stay with him for the night, or at least until he went to sleep. Henry always used to stay with Toby until he went to sleep when he was little or Toby would sleep with him and (Y/n) on the nights he was afraid he would fall out of bed and hurt himself. Recently Henry was training late or spending time with all of them, he couldn't dedicate a lot of time to just Toby but he would always pop in and out of his room.

Toby wanted him to stay, to have Henry to himself just for a while longer.

"Will you watch the rest of the movie with me?" He didn't dare look up at his dad in case the answer was no and he wouldn't be able to stop his expression from falling.

"Sure," Henry turned off the lamp, basking the room in darkness and the illuminating light from the tv at the end of the bed that was playing The Goonies.

Henry rubbed his hand up and down Toby's back but he couldn't stop himself from smiling widely when Toby kept shuffling closer and closer into his side. After a few minutes, Henry felt like he was five years younger with his toddler laid on his chest when Toby flopped onto his chest and loosely wrapped his arms around his dad's broad chest. The twins would always lay on top of him or bear hug him like this growing up but they were twelve now and the long hugs were getting shorter.

It made room for Birdie who clung to Henry's every move, but it always sparked something in his heart when the boys huddled round him and cuddled close to him like this.

Toby closed his eyes after a while and nuzzled the side of his face into Henry's bare chest while Henry wrapped one arm around his back and hooked the other behind his head.

After a while, Henry glanced down at Toby and moved the hand that was resting on his back so he could hook his thumb on Toby's lip and pull it away from his teeth. He didn't want him to suddenly bite down harder without realising. Toby had already bitten through his lower lip when he was younger and Henry didn't want it happening again.

“Shh, don’t do that buddy.” Henry whispered, lowering Toby’s hand when he started scratching at his nose right near the corner of his eye. Henry wasn’t sure if Toby was absentmindedly doing this or if he was awake or asleep but either way, he couldn’t have him scratching, that was not a good combination with feeling nothing. He would scratch and scratch until he made his skin bleed and he could scratch his retina without realising.

When Toby rubbed his bandaged hand against his nose and cheek, Henry took his hand and interlocked their fingers to get Toby to stop. His other hand rubbing up and down Toby’s back as he felt his son’s breaths evening out against his own showing he was falling asleep.

Henry waited a while, focusing on the movie as Toby shifted again, snuggling more against Henry as he kicked his legs out, pushing the covers towards the end of the bed. With Toby’s condition, he couldn’t feel the heat or the cold, he didn’t even sweat or start shivering in different temperatures or weather conditions.

Every so often when it was cold outside (Y/n) and Henry would come into his room during the night and pull the covers back over him so his muscles didn't tense up since he couldn't technically feel the cold. Or they would remove the covers from him if it was too warm so he didn't overheat and get a fever.

Moving his hand, Henry pulled the covers back over them since it was a rather cold night. Gently turning to his left, Henry eased Toby back onto the bed instead of him being on Henry’s chest. He watched the twelve-year-old fondly as he rolled onto his side, their hands parting as Toby curled up and pressed his back into Henry's side as if checking he was still there.

Henry stayed for a while longer, watching the ending of the movie as Toby laid his head on Henry’s left arm, his back pressed to his dad’s chest. When the movie ended, Henry turned the tv off, sighing when he saw Toby was back to rubbing and scratching at his nose with his burnt hand. Slowly easing himself from the bed without Toby knowing, Henry went to the chest of drawers and rummaged around until he found a pair of socks and the fluffy black gloves with grey spots like stars in the midnight sky.

When Toby was a baby they bought onesies with no gaps for the hands so his nails couldn’t scratch him. When he was too old for those they got him mittens and then gloves so when he went to bed he wore them. (Y/n) noticed a few months ago that Toby would no longer wear them to bed so she and Henry waited until he went to sleep and slipped them onto his hands if he was scratching without realising or caring.

Henry sat back down behind Toby and moved the covers so he could put the bed socks on his feet in case he rubbed his feet against his legs and started to scratch his legs. Then he slowly put the fluffy gloves onto his hands. The good thing about Toby not feeling hot or cold was they could put the gloves on and his hands wouldn’t overheat and make him realise he was wearing them. Waiting for a moment, Henry watched Toby rub at his nose, too far gone to realise or react to the fluff brushing against his nose rather than his hand.

Leaning over, Henry gently kissed Toby’s temple before pulling the covers back over him and tucking him in. He would be back to check on him every hour or so anyway until Henry retired for bed himself.

“Goodnight bud.”

[conniesanchor]

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spencer reid x fem!reader

the five times you realize you're in love + the one time you say something.

warnings: not much, maybe angst if you squint, suggestive comments, kissing, and spencer reid being an absolute angel. + a couple plot holes, probably.

wc: 2k

1. picnic

you had been going out with spencer for a few months now. when you got together he agreed the two of you would take things slow, go at your pace. which was great, he never pressured you into anything, and he was truly an amazing boyfriend.

the only issue was that sometimes, you needed the push, you needed to be pressured. otherwise, you would never be brave enough to take the leap from one step to another. so when he texted you and told you that he was going to surprise you, you could say that you were relieved.

you have told spencer two million times that he could just open the door. it's always open, and he has a key. that doesn't stop him from knocking everytime he comes over. "come in spence." you yelled from upstairs.

you had just finished putting on a baby blue sundress and converse. you came down the stairs fast, trying not to keep him waiting. "hey, sorry. just getting some water and then i'll be ready."

he laughed before walking toward the kitchen, "don't be sorry. you look- you look great by the way." he spoke in an awkward tone, but that was what you loved about him.

love.

you have been fighting with yourself and others for weeks now. you didn't love spencer. not that it would be a hard feat, you just hadn't made it that far.

you were not in love.

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you still weren't sure where spencer was taking you, but you had been walking for about five minutes when he said "just a little bit longer."

as promised, after a short amount of time, you were in a grassy field. spencer had set out a blanket with a few books, a basket full of your favorites. strawberries, and a few other random items. what did stick out to you was the sandwiches that already had the crust cut off.

you were in awe for a moment, not knowing what to say. you did, however, settle on the cliche, "spence, this is too much. you didn't have to." you spoke in a soft voice, turning around and wrapping your arms loosely around his neck.

"yes, y/n, but i wanted to." he responded before placing a delicate kiss on your lips. "now, c'mon. sit down, we have sandwiches to eat."

you chose to ignore the fire burning in your chest.

2. under the weather

you were supposed to go on a date with spencer today, but when you woke up and could barely move, that was a no-go.

you:

hey, not feeling too well. raincheck? :(

spencer <3:

oh, no. :(

actually, is it okay if i come anyway?

you:

don't wanna get you sick, spence.

spencer <3:

you won't, promise. im on my way.

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it wasn't long before spencer arrived at you house. you were upstairs again, lying in your bed. once again, he did knock. you were losing your voice and knew that if you yelled, he wouldn't hear you. so you shot him a 'it's open' text.

you heard his footsteps find up the stairs and sat up so you didn't look like a total mess. "hey, pretty." you smiled but when you noticed the bag in his hand you sighed. "spence, you didn't have to bring anything." you coughed out.

"i know, just wanna help you feel better." he mumbled, sitting on the edge of your bed. he leaned into kiss you but you swerved the other way, "hey, what was that for!"

"can't get you sick." you smiled but it quickly turned into you coughing up a lung (into your elbow of course because if you got spencer sick, you would never forgive yourself.)

"woah, hey just relax." he spoke, rubbing your back gently. "here, drink some water." he requested, but it wasn't much of a request at all. "slow, slow. there you go." the curly haired boy said, doing his best to comfort you.

"im sorry i ruined our date, spence." you mumbled, trying not to cry. spencer was already doing way more than he had to do, he didn't need to comfort you while you were crying, too.

"hey, hey, sweetheart. look at me." spencer whispered. "you didn't ruin anything. in fact, this is perfect. being here with you. not to mention you were worried about getting me sick, but judging from your eyes and how warm you are, you've been sick for a while. the sickness is generally most contagious before you're even sick. so, there's a chance i could get sick, but it's slim, and worth it for you."he rambled on, and on but was interrupted by a laugh of yours.

"spencer." you spoke as more of a question. "i-" you started. "thank you. for being here." it wasn't what you were originally going to say, but it fit anyway.

"don't thank me, sweetheart. now, come lie down, ive got snacks and a movie."

yet there was still a burning sensation in the bottom of your stomach.

3. his day off

spencer had spent the night at your house, and you were both ecstatic that he had a day off. your eyes fluttered open and you were met with spencer lying down next to you. he was still asleep, but he was so warm. you couldn't help but bury your face into his bare chest.

soaking up his heat, you kissed his jaw before moving to get out of the bed. you wanted to make some breakfast for the two of you. you quietly made your way down the stairs, and opened the fridge.

you grabbed strawberries and whipped cream, and then moved to the cupboard to get the pancake mix. before you could even turn around, you felt spencers arms wrap around your torso. "spence, baby go back to bed." you requested leaning into his chest.

"no. i can make us food. you go back to bed." he smiled, kissing your shoulder before turning you around and kissing your lips. what he did next caught you by surprise. he lifted you up and carried you as a firefighter would.

"spence, what are you doing?" you laughed, holding onto his waist to ensure you wouldn't fall. he carried you back up the stairs and then proceeded to gently toss you onto the bed. "spencer!" you giggled once more.

he then jumped onto the bed right next to you. moving ontop of you, making sure not to put all of his weight on you. "hi." he mumbled, taking both of your wrists into one of his hands and then pinning them above your head.

"hi." you responded. you smiled and tried to kiss his lips, but failed when he moved away. he was teasing you.

"im gonna go make breakfast, you stay here." he spoke before giving you what you wanted and kissing your lips softly.

as he left the bedroom you couldn't help but think to yourself that he made you feel more than anyone ever.

4. meeting the team

the team had requested that spencer brought you to one of rossis dinner parties, and he did not hesitate when bringing up the idea to you. you, however, we're terrified. so many questions clouding your mind. what if they didn't like you? what if you were too much?

your wonderful boyfriend was there, though. "y/n. they're going to love you. alright? you've got nothing to worry about. you're amazing, they'll love you and you'll love them." it still didn't work, but he didn't give up. "y/n... look at me." he requested, "you're perfect, okay? amazing. beautiful. gorgeous. smart, and my wonderful girlfriend. they kind of have to love you, because there's no way anyone couldn't." he kept comforting, and when he noticed a laugh, he knew he had succeeded.

"i just don't want them to not like me, but if you seriously think that they will like me, let's go." you said, taking his hand and moving toward the door.

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when the two of you arrived at rossis, he took your hand in his, and squeezed three times. you walked up the steps and into the house, then, everyone looked toward you and their faces lit up. they looked so excited.

"oh my god!" a woman, who you thought would be penelope, squeeled and rushed toward you. you offered your warmest smile and were shocked when she pulled you into a hug.

"hi, im-"

"i know who you are." she said as if you were supposed to know, "spencer never shuts up about you." she laughed. "this is aaron, jj, dave, emily, and the little guy is jack."

"hi." you smiled. you were still shy, but with spencer next to you, it turned out to be a great night.

with every touch, there was a new spark.

5. jealousy.

recently, spencer and jj had been hanging out together. you know you have no reason to be upset, but you couldn't shake the feeling of jealousy. they were friends, and besides, you and spencer had only been going out for a month.

of course, spencer caught onto your feeling. "angel, talk to me. you're upset about something."

"no, it's nothing. im alright." you lied, trying your absolute hardest to convince him. it was useless, he could read you like you were an open book.

"don't lie to me, sweetheart." he requested, moving you toward to couch so you could sit down. "talk to me." his dark eyes looking into your own.

"you're going to laugh at me." you complained, a small smile creeping onto your face.

"probably, but if you're upset about it then im going to take it seriously." he agreed.

"i just- you're always with jj, and she's amazing, and i like her. i know i don't have a reason to be jealous, i just- i can't help it sometimes." you spoke, and he listened. that was what was amazing about spencer, as much as he would like to interrupt, he never did.

he couldn't help but let out a chuckle, "baby, are you serious?" he smiled before continuing, "jj is my co-worker, alright? that's it."

you breathed out, "i know, i know. i just, really really like what we have going on. i would never ever think you were cheating but sometimes my brain plays tricks on me."

"look at me." he spoke, grabbing both of your hands and turning more toward you. "you and me, okay? i know this is new, but i promise you that if you want it to work out as much as i do, it will."

god did you love him....

wait.

+1. a drunken confession.

you had to admit, you had a few too many. after a lot of convincing, spencer had finally gotten you to go out for drinks with the team. the only way you could calm your racing nerves, was drinking until you couldn't feel anything.

"sweetheart, i think that's enough." spencer suggested softly, "almost everyone's gone, baby. let me take you home."

"mm, okay." you reluctantly agreed. allowing him to take your hand and lead you out of the bar.

the drive felt short, time passing on and on. when you finally reached the driveway, you didn't even realize until spencer was opening your door. "relax, baby. you don't gotta walk, i’ve got you."

when he reached for you, you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck and allowed him to carry you into the house. you just wanted to lie down, but spencer brought you to the bathroom. "spence, i wanna to to sleep." you whined.

"i know sweetheart, we gotta brush your hair and teeth and then we can get you dressed and into bed... alright?"

"okay."

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it took quite a while to get you ready for and into bed, but spencer didn't mind. he never did. "i love you." you blurted out and the look on spencers face was priceless. "im sorry, i know im way too far gone but i’ve been meaning to say that for so long i just never could."

he took a deep breath before pulling the blankets over you. "i love you." he mumbled, "always have. now, bedtime. go to sleep, sweetheart."

the fire didn't go away, but this time you acknowledged it.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

okay but- cowboy!reader having like a lot of scars bc no self preservation y'know. i feel like he'd cover some of them up with tattoos but some are just too delicate. im just imaginin' the team of seeing like a sleeve of them for the first time or maybe he has a lot on his back and everyone just wants to know what they mean and when the heck he got all of them and yeah. also my poor boy you're really runnin him through it

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Description: scar reveal

Warnings: scars, abusive backstory

A/n: I know, I kinda feel bad but also there's so much more to come for him and I some of it (if I decide to post it) is really harsh and it will just shatter him bless him but again idk if I'm gonna post it so we'll see aha!

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You didn't really think about the scars most of the time. Sure, some of the bad ones haunted you at night, or with raised voices, but they weren't bad. Most of them didn't hurt anymore. Some of them did, emotionally, anyway. These ones you got covered with things you loved. The butterfly, for example, sat on your chest, a small Palos Verdes Blue Butterfly for JJ. Big enough to cover a particularly painful scar without drawing attention. Meaningful enough that it made you feel warm inside when you saw it, rather than the dread and fear that used to build up when seeing the scar.

Some, however, you couldn't cover. Most days, you forgot they existed. Others, they were all you could think about.

The bad ones, that is. Not the ones you got from falling out of a tree at the age of seven, or off a horse at sixteen. No. The ones you got when you pissed your foster parents off enough for them to create a permanent reminder.

The ones on your back bothered you. You didn't like that it was a part of your body that everyone but you could see. They would witness some of your worst memories laid out in front of them, some of which you had never even seen.

The ones on your arms were mostly covered, at least the ones on your upper arms and shoulders. They were easy to cover. The forearms you struggled to cover, not that there were many here, that would have been too visible.

Not all of these scars were linked with sadness. Some were happy. Some were from you being reckless (like daring your older brother that you could jump from the treehouse and land on your feet unharmed - you broke your arm. You were seventeen.). Some were from clumsiness growing up (tripping over the corner of a rug when running to watch the football with your brothers). All in all, they told your life story, from the scared little boy to the rebellious teen to the loved young man to the brave man that stood up for those that need it.

So yes, it made you feel vulnerable at times, but most of the time? Most of the time it made you happy to be alive. To be the person you were today.

You knew the team had already seen your tattoos, from a slight distance. They either hadn't seen the scars, or had decided not to ask about them. Either way, you weren't going to complain. You'd tell them or they'd ask eventually.

It was JJ who noticed first, the pair of you sat in the roundtable room, everyone else had gone home. She had gently brushed over a scar on your arm with a curious look. "I got that from trippin' over a rug to watch football," You said, giving a small smile. Her hand moved to one just below it, "Fallin' off a horse," She fingers traced the next scar mid way up your arm, the curious look turning to worry when you tense.

"Does it hurt?" It looked painful, still raised after years.

You shake your head, "Not anymore." You said truthfully, "They used to. Now they're just there, constantly reminding me."

"Except for the ones you cover,"

"Except for the ones I cover." You corrected yourself. Your eyes darted back down to the scar she was tracing. A particularly painful memory. You looked back up, giving a shy smile, "I really do love you, you know."

"I should hope so," She smirked, "We have been dating for over six months now."

"It never gets old, hearing you say that." You answer.

"Good, because I don't plan on stopping any time soon," She winks, gently pressing her lips to yours.

[disappointing-my-kid]

Luigi is pretending to be Peach when he gets kidnapped but Bowser knew instantly.

It was one of his kids who did the kidnapping this time. To show their papa how strong and brave they are so something.

Bowser doesnt even need to look Luigi in the eyes to know this isnt Peach. She never shows such fear when being kidnapped. He can easily see whoever this is fidgeting and shakin in their boots (or heels) but hes a good father. And the look on his kids face. How could he ruin this. So he plays along.

A booming laugh shakes Luigi to his core as he slowly looks up to meet Bowsers gaze. He feels like those fiery red eyes are looking into his soul. Suddenly the mask on his face feel straggling. Then Bowsers gaze finally leaves him and goes to the Koopaling that captured him and softens. “Fantastic work! Now tell me who helped you in such a feat!” The child bounced up and down on the spot “No one Papa! I did it all by myself!” Luigi had never seen Bowser this way before. Sure he knew he had kids but he never imagined him actually being a good father. The way Bowsers fave shifted into the facade of shock. “Surely not just you! No no someone must have helped you. Why something of this caliber? You must have taken the whole army!” At that the child giggled as Bowser made a show of looking around. “No papa it was just me! No help at all!!… well grandad did show me a map to the mushroom kingdom.” The child was nervously fiddling with claws at the mention of help. Bowser now put on a display of wonder. “Really? Thats all the help you got?” Then he boomed “Wonderful my child! Fantastic work!” His child giggling as Bowser lifted them up into the air a few times, Bowser laughing along with them.

Completely stunned by this, Luigi just stood there unsure of what to do. Did Bowser forget he was here? Who knew the man or well koopa had such a soft side, he was wonderful with his kid. Maybe he could escape while they both are distracted. He felt bad for the lil one seeing how happy they had been about capturing him. Which is why Luigi was so easy to capture in the first place, having a soft spot for kids himself. But he couldnt let Bowser figure him out. Tho the moment he shifted to move Bowser instantly looked at him, causing him to tense up. His Anxiety getting the better of him and he just gave a sheepish awkward wave. Hes so going to die here. The look Bowser was giving him, if looks could kill. Yup this is it. The moment hes found out hes done for. Bowser turned back to his child and in a more serious tone “Now i have some things i need to discuss with the Princess.” The way he said it made the hair in Luigis neck stand up. Peach had said Bowser never hurt her but boy was he terrifying. “So why dont you l” but before he could finish what he was saying the child interrupted him with a whine “but daadd i wanna play with the Princess!” Giving him father the best puppy dog eyes he could muster. Which in Luigis opinion was pretty darn good. He could clearly see Bowsers internal struggle. Something else won out though when Bowser glanced back in Luigis direction. “Im sorry but this is rather important. Why dont you head down to the kitchens and pick tonights dinner.” At this the child quickly jumped up “Can I pick dessert too!!” Bowser chuckled at his childs excitement and nodded “yes yes dessert too.” And just like that the kid was off. Rushing past Luigi without even glancing at him.

When the door closed instantly the mood shifted into something heavy. Every part of Luigis being told him to run. Slowly he turned back to look at Bowser. All softness gone from his face. His eyes narrowed as to get a better look at this “Princess” and then he stood. “So Princess” he began has he walked from his throne towards Luigi. “How are you doing today?” Though the words themselves had been pleasant they had been spoken with such sarcasm that Luigi knew he knew. Frozen in fear as his mind raced on what to do. He should say something. But how. What to say to not get burnt to a crisp. “I asked you a question Princess” Bowser was now right in front of Luigi, who looked up with horror at the anger on Bowser face. “Im waiting” well its now or never. Taking in a deep breath and mustering up all the courage he had “Im” was all he got out before a punch right in the gut cut him off and lifting him off the floor slightly. He gasped as all the air was knocked out of him. Bowser then let him crumple to the floor. Doubled over Luigi clutched his stomach.

Bowser demanded “Get up.” But when Luigi made no move to stand Bowser growled out “Get… Up” slowly Luigi placed one arm out and pushed himself up. He staggered for a moment but once he got his balance he slowly looked up to Bowsers face. All color draining as his eyes met with the Koopas. Pure rage is all Luigi could find. “Im still waiting on you to answer my question.” Bowsers features smoothed out as Luigi knew this was a trap. He knew he was already stuck in it. He needed to figure a way out of this that didnt end in him dying. “B-Bow” was all he got out before his entire middle wasn yanked up. Arms pinned to his sides as Bowsers grip held him firmly. Then the pressure increased. Luigi gasping at the pain from his earlier blow. Bowsers voice dripped with venom as he spoke “Did you really think you could fool me? With this pathetic displace?” He gestured to Luigis entire form. “Do you take me for a fool?” He spat. Luigi quickly shaking his head as he wriggled in Bowsers grasp. Bowser who at the display only tightened his grip a bit more. Luigi letting out a pathetic squeak as air became hard to get. At the sound Bowser scoffed “lets see who you really are.” Unable to move at all Bowser ruffly ripped off Luigis mask, scratching his cheek deeply as he did so. Then everything froze. Luigi had his eyes screwed shut waiting for the final blow to come. Bowsers gripped loosed as he just stared. This caused Luigi to slowly peak his eyes open. The moment he looks at the kings face he saw the shock. Then it transformed into anger. Instantly Bowser grip came back in full force as he yelled “YOU!!!” Luigi winced not just from the yelling but at the pain in his abdomen. Hes not sure his body can handle much more of this. He had do something and quickly if he didnt wanna be crushed to death. “B-b-bowser.” He stammered out, no longer sure if it was his nerves or the pain causing it this time. Of course speaking just caused Bowser to tighten his grip. Oh he cant handle any more of this. “P-please I-I” he started to beg but he was cut off as Bowser once again yelled “HOW DARE YOU AND YOUR BROTHER TRY TO FOOL ME!” Raging. “I- I ca-cant please” Luigi struggling but his vision is started to go black. This is it. This is how he dies. Everything gone all because he wanted to dress up.

A sickening crack resounded and everything went black for the plumber as he passed out from the pain and lack of air. The sound caused Bowser to freeze once again. Looked at the unconscious form, unmoving body in his grasp. Blood at the corners of the mans mouth and running down his cheek. Eyes widening with realisation he quickly opened his hand as if Luigis body was burning him. What had he done. Sure he was angry but he never wanted to. He didnt mean to. Realisation hit him as hard as Luigis unconscious form his the floor. No no no no, he panicked. Hands shaking Bowser slowly reached for Luigis body. Gently placing one on the mans chest he could ever so slightly feel it rise and fall. Not dead. A wash of relief flooded over him. Then he felt the chest stop. Long moments later it started again. Quickly Bowser called out for Kamek. Just as quickly the old man appeared at his side. “Yea your Majes” his sentence cut off has he gasped upon seeing Luigis body. Kamek was pulled from his shock as Bowser spoke “quickly we have to get him to the infirmary.”

Sorry yall it was supposed to be fluffy. I cant write fluffy very good. The og plan was foe Bowser to end up having a good time playing with his kid and Luigi. But then i just dismissed the kid and it got darker and darker. I wish i wrote it better tho. Its kinda lame i think lol i can do better but jts my first time writing anything mario related. So i dont have a good grasp on the characters. Ill get there. Also couldnt decide which kid i wanted it to be so ill leave that up to yall.

[reorientation]

i went out to a bar with a friend the other night for the first time in my four years at college, and i had a great time! but in the back of my mind, i couldnt stop thinking about a message you sent me a while back,, about instructing me to go out to a bar and not to leave until id convinced a man to fuck me, to cum inside me....

it didnt happen (i think i wish it had?), but the entire time i was there, thats all i could think about. as i watched other guys entering and leaving the bathroom throughout the night, i was imagining the scene, a man buys me a drink and gets me talking, maybe gets me to admit why im there, buys me another drink, then tells me to meet him in the mens bathroom in five. when i open the door and step in, hes waiting for me. he pushes me against the graffiti-covered walls, yanking my tshirt and binder up over my head and off, tossing them to the floor. hes groping me, sucking marks into my neck, my chest, hes so much all at once that its hard for me to think straight

he shoves me to my knees and has me give him my first blowjob, kneeling on the dirty bathroom floor with my tits on display for anyone to walk in and see... of course he'd eventually pull me back up to my feet, bending me over the sinks, watching myself in the mirror as he sinks his cock into me, takibg my virginity. he presses himself in slowly, not pausing until hes as deep inside me as possible. then, again slowly at first, he starts fucking me, gradually going faster and faster and harder, until hes pounding his cock inside me. i want to be utterly brainless as he takes me, almost not even realizing when his hips stutter and the thrusts grow erratic before he pushes all the way inside, one last time, to cum right up against my cervix

that didnt happen,, but its all i could think about then, and thats all i thought about when i woke up today, soaking wet, when i fingerfucked myself until i came, begging to be knocked up

rereading this,,, im not sure why im sending this anonymously,, itll be very obvious to u who i am. who would believe that, after writing all that,,, i try to call myself ftm???

(Rest stop anon and backseat lesbian anon, for reference)

Oh, Thea, this is such a sweet little offering to me. Your very first time at a bar - an adulthood milestone! - and you spent the whole time daydreaming about getting knocked up like a good girl just because I told you to.

I can just imagine how you would blush, admitting to a man why you were there. How he would run his hand over you as you sat there at the bar with him, feeling the curve of your waist and hips beneath your boyish clothes, thinking about being the first to get between your legs.

You probably wouldn't even be the first girl to get knocked up in that bar bathroom, you know. If he can fuck a load of cum into you there, other girls have been in that position before you, and will be after you - and some of them drunk and horny enough not to think too hard about birth control. You might still get to be the first virgin to conceive there, though. Or the first "boy".

But you don't make a very good boy, do you, Thea? Boys don't spend their big nights out wishing they were brave enough to be a brainless breeding slut for a stranger. Boys don't wake up soaking wet and desperately wishing they'd taken a man's cum into their womb.

I'm glad you had a good time at your first little outing, Thea. But if you're not brave enough on your own, I might have to ensure you have a lot more fun on the next. 🖤