#and will then devolve into angsty fluff so

[angelltheninth]

Can you do “Did I just say that out loud?” with Bucky?

I can Anon! Thank you for your ask!

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, accidental confession, argument, injury, desperate kiss, angst, injured!Reader

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Making it angsty cause this Bucky, he needs the angst. Can't wait for him to get more of it in Thunderbolts.

55. “Did I just say that out loud?”

You went on many missions before you went on one with Bucky, The Winter Soldier and kind of your mentor. It was a little annoying because the man was only a few years older then you, well not counting the experiments, and he treated you like a rookie. Going through field training with him was one thing, you could mouth off to him there, but in the helicopter, on the field you recognized stealth and your mission as the priority.

Bucky would never say he was picking on you but he did seem to keep a closer eye on you the most. During daytime it was annoying as hell, but during nighttime you found other uses for his heated gaze.

Another thing you would never admit to him, your massive crush on him.

What started as more of a hero crush, with him being someone you looked up to a lot, devolved into annoyance really fast and came back full force as what often manifested as lust. Thank god he always called you for missions cause you would not handle him hearing the way you moaned his name.

“Bucky, I’m fine. I mean, sir, I’m fine.” You giggled at him as he set you down on the medical bed, your head spinning from the blood loss. “Hey, does it do anything for you? When you get called sir?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow at you and resumed reading the report of your admision, not that he had to but he wasn’t going to entertain this flirting from an injured and clearly delirious teammate. “No. But it seems like you don’t know the meaning of the word either. Why rush head first like that? You know where the drop zone was, you jumped before we reached it.” Bucky’s face hardened as he leaned forward in his chair and made a gun motion with his metal hand, “If I hadn’t jumped right after you it could have ended badly.”

That, it was that attitude that irked you. That better then anyone else, superiority complex of his. “So its rules for thee but not for me? Cause I’ve seen you jump off before, I’ve seen you storm a building by yourself, how is that not reckless?” Every time he acted that way your heart would stop for a moment before you remembered-

“I’ve done this since before you were born. It wasn’t pretty, or safe, but I learned how to be good at it. You don’t have the luxury of that. I’m sorry, but you’re off duty for the rest of the week.” Even the pain medication you were on couldn’t help how pissed off you felt at him at this moment. If you weren’t scared it would break your hand you would have punched him on his shoulder. “You’re angry.”

“Oh? What gave you that idea?” You rolled your eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to gather your thoughts and feelings, “At least I finally got your attention.”

“What?” Bucky’s responce was lightning fast and shocked, his eyes wide, the papers falling to the med bed.

“Did I just say that out loud?” All the color drained from your face at the realization. Forget the mission, forget the heroics, you just wanted to get snapped out of existence. Or to another universe, anything as long as you didn’t have to stay here in this moment.

Bucky did pay attention to you, but it always when you least wanted him to. “You did this for my attention? Do you think I don’t care about you? Are you blind as well as incapable of following orders?” His voice was rising but not with anger, with fear and worry from your words. It all looked the same to you because, you’d never seen Bucky worried about you.

When you didn’t answer him he leaned back and sighed into his hand, other reaching for your hand. Despite it being colder then your own skin you didn’t move from the contact, although it was far from the reaction you expected. The silence stretched for several minutes, neither of you daring to break it.

“I don’t need your pity, sir. And I don’t need you to treat me like I can’t handle myself on missions.”

“You really are blind, no that would be an insult to a lawyer I know. Real asshole but he can clearly see the things in front of him, he can read people like no other. You?” He chuckled, not quite mocking but you didn’t know how else to read it, “You wouldn’t get it if I spelled it out for you.”

“I also don’t appreciate you thinking I’m stupid, sir.” You grit the last word though your teeth, “Why don’t you try me?” You grabed his hand, pulling him towards you, a taunt you thought he wouldn’t answer.

But he did.

He answered loud and clear, with his lips on your, with his hands on your cheeks, cradling your face like you’d break under him.

He was right. You didn’t understand. “You... kissed me just now?” Your whole world was turned on its head, this whole time you were under the impression that Bucky hated your guts. To be fair, he might, you heard of people hooking up while not actually liking each other, to get the frustrations out. This didn’t feel like that, there was no anger behind that kiss, no frustration, in fact that was the most gentle you’ve witnessed Bucky be.

“I did. Tell me what your conclusion is, when they let you out of here.” His touch lingered for as long as possible, your cheeks burning when his hands fell away. Well shit.

You were absolutely unable to focus on anything the doctor was saying other then when she said you were free to go. In that case you were fine. Right? Wrong. That kiss made your head spin more then the injury itself. Almost enough to make you forget about it all together. Okay, you can figure this out. Bucky liked you. Your heart told you that, your head refused to accept it.

As you walked out of the medical bay you saw him waiting beside the entrance, a worried look on his face. His eyes lifted up to see you, looking well. He was barely able to hide his relived sigh. Well earlier you had the energy to argue with him so you must not have been that bad, still he showed you just how much, and in what way, he cared for you.

“Ready to go?” He didn’t seem to want to address the kiss from earlier, instead he offered you his gloved hand as he stood up, waiting.

Your felt a tightness inside your chest. You could walk past him, you could never speak of the kiss again, you could yell at him for it, you could go back home and yell at yourself for not seeing he cared about you all this time. Or you could simply take his hand. The last one was the choice you want with, and without saying a word, with a gentle smile from Bucky as you took your place by his side you started your walk back to your place.

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[to-thelakes]

concussed

pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader

summary; after you are attacked by the latest unsub, luke does his best to take care of you while you suffer from a concussion.

warnings; hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, minor injury, vomiting, stubborn reader, reader is concussed, a bit of a enemies to lovers but not really enemies

notes; i wrote this thing last night, i wanted to write something angsty because i wasn't feeling great and so i found an angry confession prompt but then it sort of just spiralled away from the anger and we have this! i sat and did some research on concussions (and u can sleep while concussed contrary to popular belief) so this should be accurate-ish! i might do a part two but for now, here it is <3

ao3 / masterlist

The case was taking a toll on your team and you wanted to try and pretend that it was okay. But it wasn’t. You continued to hit dead-end, after dead-end. Your profile didn’t seem to be leading you to any plausible suspect and the killer was devolving into a spree. And as much as being unable to solve the case was bothering you, something else was.

Luke fucking Alvez.

Honestly, you got along with Luke amazingly, most of the time. You’d had a rocky start when he had helped the team with finding the fugitives. He preferred to work alone which infuriated you because you were used to working in a team. He was defensive, reluctant to work with you and just annoying. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was but everything he did made your jaw clench and you wanted to punch his stupidly handsomely angular jaw.

JJ noticed it almost immediately when he began to work with the team. She often did her best to keep the peace between you and that had led to Rossi dragging you into his office more than once to try and understand what was going on. Hotch did the same before he left and then Emily did but every time, you made it clear that you didn’t have any issues with him.

Because you didn’t. He just ticked you off and after him spending so much time with BAU, the irritation slowly began to seep away. But there was something about the way he was acting on this case that was irritating you again. It was tipping you over the edge and you were ready to hit him if he stepped out of line.

And it just got worse when Emily kept assigning you to do tasks together. You assumed she was trying to heal the rift that had suddenly formed between the two of you but if anything, it had just made it all worse. You were walking on eggshells around him and he was doing the same with you. There was no harmony, no talking. It was just two frustrated agents, doing a really bad job at doing their jobs.

You were beginning to think maybe that’s why you were finding it so hard to understand the case but then, Reid managed to figure something out. Which led to the team leading an assault into a warehouse where they believed the victim was being held. 

In the car, everybody had been quiet, only the necessary things were said. Garcia called and answered all of Reid’s questions about the location. The team coordinated with SWAT. And when you arrived, you got out and Prentiss ordered the team to take the different exits. Of course, you were paired up with Luke.

But you had to focus on the Unsub and getting the victim out safe. Which is why you did your best to ignore the ticking anger in your chest that was threatening to explode at any given moment. Luke took first position, opening the door and stepping in. He flicked his flashlight around, keeping his gun up before he nodded, giving you the all-clear to step in. 

The warehouse was filled to the brim with wooden crates and the entrance led to a two-way split-off. So, Luke nodded to one side, indicating you to take it. You nodded and stepped towards it. There was the distant sound of voices but there was no way of being able to locate where it was coming from. So, you headed down the crate corridor.

You were quick on your feet but thorough as you used your flashlight to check any blind spots. You were not going to get caught unawares by the UnSub.

But that is somehow exactly what happened, you had found yourself at a four-way crossroads and you were shining your flashlights down every path, checking them out, when suddenly, a pain reverberated through your skull and you dropped.

The next few seconds were a blur of bodies moving past you as you tried to reach out for your gun, hoping to get a shot at the UnSub. However, he had hit you harder than you had initially and your depth perception was off. You tried to reach for your gun but you couldn’t pick it up. You tried to drag yourself forward but all the strength had left you.

“Luke,” You called out weakly but you weren’t sure how loud you even were. Your world was tilting on its axis when you heard the sounds of gunfire and then you slipped into unconsciousness. 

When your eyes snapped back open, you had been propped up against one of the wooden crates. The warehouse must have been switched on and when you looked around, Luke was standing a few steps away talking with Matt, his back to you.

Your eyebrows furrowed and Matt noticed you were awake. He must have told Luke because suddenly his head had snapped to you and he looked pissed. You had never seen Luke actually angry but this was it and you were a little scared.

Your ears were still ringing, the world still a little hazy so you didn’t hear what Luke said but then Matt was gone. You used the crates to slowly push yourself to your feet and Luke rushed to your side, holding your shoulders to keep you stable.

“What happened?” He asked, keeping his anger carefully controlled beneath the surface. 

“Unsub got me. Didn’t see him coming,” You explained, leaning back against the wooden crate. Luke stepped back, confident that you wouldn’t immediately keel over again even though your eyes were unfocused, “It wasn’t like I did it on purpose,” You added, clearly being able to see the anger that was rippling at the surface.

“If you did, this would be a different conversation,” He snapped, not amused by your comment. You sighed, letting your eyes fall closed as you pressed the heel of your hand against your forehead. Your head was throbbing and you were finding it hard to think straight.

“I’m not that fucking stupid,” You snapped back at him, forcing your eyes open so that could look at him. He huffed out in annoyance, hand moving to rub at his jaw before he looked back at you.

“I know.” His voice had softened a little. Your hand returned to your head, feeling the emotional whiplash from this conversation, “You’re impossible. You should have been more careful.” His voice had morphed from anger to relative calm as he looked at you. You muttered something in response before pushing yourself off the edge of the wooden crate.

“I’m fine, It’s not like I’m dead. So, it’s fine,” You brushed off his concern as you attempted to take a step forward. But you were completely off-balance and the movement had your world tilting off axis. Luke was quick to grab your arms, stabilizing you against him.

“No,” He responded as he helped you get back to your feet, “You have a concussion so you’re gonna stay here until the medic gets here and clears you. Is that clear?” You let your eyes fall closed again, stepping back to lean against the crate.

“Yeah, whatever,” You muttered. Once Luke was sure you weren’t gonna move again, he let go of you. He turned on his heel, pacing up and down the corridor of crates. You hadn’t seen him so stressed before. It was like he couldn’t stay still and he kept looking back at you, face set into a frown. It wasn’t helping how you felt.

“Was I bleeding?” You asked after a moment. Luke looked up and the short nod of your head made you sigh. You honestly couldn’t feel the pain but you assumed that the blood had already matted your hair. Maybe the cut on your head was the reason that your head throbbed as hard as it did. Then you felt it, bile racing up your throat. In seconds, you had turned around, hand pressed against the wooden crate, “Luke, I’m-” but you didn’t get to finish your sentence before you threw up in the space between your feet and the crate.

It burned your throat as you coughed and sputtered, tears beginning to stream down your face as your fingers curled against the wooden crate. By the time that you had done puking up, your stomach was empty and tears were running down your face. Your whole body felt weak and Luke was keeping your ponytail from falling into the line of fire.

His hand was against your back, running soothing circles as you gagged a few more times before coughing. It seemed that your body was done but your head hurt even more now. The headache had gotten worse, the violent push of vomit up your throat had just made everything a million times worse. Luke gently took hold of your shoulders, pulling you back from the mess of vomit before he turned you around. He was careful, keeping your movements slow as he pulled a cloth from his pocket. He was gentle as he wiped the corners of your mouth for you and you looked up at him, tears blurring your vision. He placed the cloth on a nearby crate before he pulled you into his chest. 

The tears were burning your cheeks but his arms engulfing you brought some much-needed comfort.

“Sorry, that was, that was disgusting,” You said against his chest. You were sniffling, silent tears falling down your cheeks as your head began to pound even more.

“Medic’s here,” Matt said, startling both of you. His gaze flicked from the two of you to the pile of vomit on the floor and he quickly understood what was happening. The medic then approached the two of you and you cautiously stepped out of Luke’s hold. The medic walked you to a nearby crate and made you sit down.

She then asked what date it was, what year you were in, who was president and it made you realize that you were a little foggy on the details. Everything about your personal life was intact but the second you got out further than that, it all became a little muddy. You were able to tell her everything. You told her what year it was and what president was in office but it took you longer than you would have liked to admit.

Then she made you follow her finger but you were finding it hard. It made your eyes hurt and your head ache and then she shined the flashlight in your eyes. The dilation levels of your pupils didn’t change at all.

“You’ve got a concussion,” The medic stated and you nodded, “Do you live with anyone at home?” She asked. You shook your head.

“It’s just me,” You muttered. She sighed.

“Okay, if that’s the case, it might be best if I get you checked into the hospital. You’ll likely be fine but you need someone to be supervising you at all times in case your symptoms get worse,” She explained.

“I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself,” You tried to argue but the medic didn’t seem satisfied. She glanced at Luke and Matt who had silently watched the interaction, not sure what to make of your current state. Then she looked back at you and your head rested against the crate, eyes closed.

“Can I see your head wound?” The medic asked. Your eyes slowly reopened before you shuffled forward so she could take a look at it. You felt her push your hair around, pressing against your skull which made you seethe in pain a little. But it didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as you had expected it to, “Well, that’s good news. Your head doesn’t need stitches but I really would recommend that you stay overnight at the hospital.”

“I’ll be fine, I swear. I’ll just take it easy,” You insisted. The medic sighed and then she stepped back.

“Agents, would I be able to speak to one of you privately?” The medic asked. Luke and Matt exchanged a look before Luke gestured for the medic to follow him. Matt then walked over to you and sat down on the crate beside you.

“I think you should listen to the medic,” Matt said. You rolled your eyes before letting your eyes close again.

“I can take care of myself,” You repeated. 

“I’m sure you can but you’ve got a concussion and that means your brain isn’t functioning the same,” He stated blankly. You scoffed and huffed out. You didn’t even have the energy to open your eyes anymore. You were exhausted and you felt like you could have curled up on that crate and fallen asleep at a moment’s notice. But you didn’t, “Listen, buddy, I do not doubt that you can take care of yourself but we just want you to be safe.” Matt was approaching you like he did with his kids when they were being unreasonable. It seemed to work well on them but he wasn’t so sure about what it would mean for you.

“I’m always safe. I just wanna get home and get a glass of water, all I can taste is vomit,” You admitted. Matt nodded and he glanced over your shoulder to see Luke return from his conversation with the medic. He gestured for Matt to tell you to head out and so Matt was left with the task to coax you to your feet.

He kept a hold of you as you walked out of the warehouse and when you stepped out, the lights were still flashing red and blue. It made your head hurt and you flinched away from it. The rest of the team was talking with the PD, discussing what the best course of action was when they spotted you.

JJ and Emily were at your side in seconds and JJ took you off of Matt’s hands.

“How you feeling?” JJ asked softly. You shrugged.

“Fabulous.” The sarcasm laced your tone and they both knew it but it at least meant that you were still somewhat feeling yourself.

“Are you okay to go home?” Emily asked. You shrugged again.

“Medic told me that she would advise I go to the hospital if I don’t have anyone to look over me for the next day but I’ll be fine,” You insisted. Emily’s eyebrows furrowed and she glanced at JJ, who seemed just as concerned. Emily tried to argue back but like you had been earlier, you were set in your way. You refused to go to the hospital and when Luke came over, hearing your bickering, he only made it worse.

He explained that you had thrown up and that you were refusing to listen to anyone which only made Emily even more concerned. And somehow, in the midst of the conversation, people began to discuss whether any of them could stay with you to ensure that you were okay. You honestly began to tune the conversation out, resting against JJ’s shoulder.

Your eyes reopened again after a moment and you were looking at Luke. His arms were crossed over his chest, face set into a frown and you knew that he was mad at you. He had looked so angry and you had thrown up right in front of him. You mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ to him and he sighed.

“If you both have plans, I can watch over her. Roxy can stay with the sitter for another day,” Luke interjected. You let your eyes fall closed again. It was the first part of the conversation that you had heard and you didn’t really understand it. Emily and JJ exchanged a look before they looked back down at you.

“Are you sure?” JJ asked. Luke nodded.

“Listen, I don’t have any plans. It’ll be easier,” He said simply. You opened your eyes again to look at Emily who seemed a little worried by the proposition.

So, you decided to speak up, “He can just sleep on my couch and then, if I get attacked again, I’ve got a scary man to take them down for me.” There was an amused lilt to your tone and you met Luke’s gaze. He looked honestly a little baffled by you but he didn’t say anything against it.

“I don’t mind,” He added. You smiled and nodded, lifting your head from JJ’s shoulder. She kept a hold of you.

“Okay,” Emily agreed.

“But if something happens, you call me, okay?” JJ made Luke promise. He was quick to agree and then the four of you trudged to the rest of the team. You were quick to wrap up with the local PD and you got on the jet to head home. At some point, you fell asleep on the flight but you honestly weren’t sure when.

But when you woke up, you still felt atrocious. Your head ached with every blink of your eye and your memory was still a little fuzzy. However, you did remember that Luke was coming home with you. 

So, when he ushered you into his car, you didn’t bother to try and fight against it. You were surprised that he had even suggested that he could take care of you considering how snappy you’d been with each other but you didn’t have the brain power to question it.

Instead, you just directed him to your apartment, got him to park in your usual spot and he helped you get inside. You could at least walk on your own now but your head was killing you. The nap on the jet had done you good but you honestly didn’t feel much better. You need painkillers before you even went anywhere near your bed. And realistically, you needed a shower. You needed to get the blood out of your hair but you also didn’t have the energy to do anything.

Luke could tell that you were feeling overwhelmed and so, he just led you straight to where (he assumed) the bedroom was. He told you to get changed into pajamas but you were quick to start bitching about the blood in your hair. So, - with reluctance and under the condition that you kept the bathroom door unlocked so he could help you if something happened - he let you get a shower. 

The water relaxed your muscles and you felt cleaner without blood clumping your hair up and so when you got out, you slipped into pajamas and trudged into the living room. He had already gotten painkillers and a glass of water out ready for you and he was sat on the sofa. He seemed to constantly be on high alert.

“Thank you,” You said before you downed the pills with the water. He was quick to stand up, checking over you and you looked a lot better, “I have some spare pillows and a cover in my bedroom. So, you can at least sleep comfortably on the sofa. Can you get the ice pack out of my freezer while I do it?” You asked. He nodded and was quick to cross over to the kitchen while you went into your bedroom.

You pulled the spare sheets from the top of your wardrobe and began to put the covers over the pillows and duvet. However, the movements were making you dizzy. You were over-exerting yourself and you had to steady yourself on the edge of your bed. That was not good but you finished the job and returned to Luke.

You dropped the duvet and pillow on the sofa before you walked over to the kitchen. Luke was wrapping the ice pack in a towel just as you came up beside him. He offered it out once he was done and you placed it against where the pain was pulsating from.

“Will you be okay on the sofa?” You asked after a moment. He nodded and you sent him a smile, “Thank you for helping me. I haven’t really given you a reason to but I appreciate it,” You explained. It was probably the most vulnerable you had been with Luke in a while and he seemed to recognise that.

“Thank you for trusting me to be here,” He said. You shrugged, adjusting the hold on the ice pack to keep it more stable, “I was worried about you. I found you in a patch of blood and I thought I had lost you. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” You weren’t sure if it was the concussion or reality but there was something akin to love in the way he spoke about you. You looked at him for a moment before you let your shoulders drop.

“I should have been more careful,” You responded. He shook his head.

“You had no way of knowing he had been there.” Luke was quick to shut you down. Everything he had said was out of frustration and worry for you but he didn’t know how to explain that. He just couldn’t have you beating yourself up over it.

“I would have if I’d just been paying attention. Instead, I was thinking about you and how angry I was at you. It would have been different if my head had been in it. But it wasn’t. We were both distracted by each other,” You said. Your voice had softened and you felt like there was a weight off your shoulders now that you had admitted that to him.

“Yeah,” He said and the silence spread between the two of you for a moment before he cleared his throat. He then suggested that you both head to bed and you thought it was probably best to call it a night. You said that Luke could change in the bathroom, and get a shower if he wanted to before you headed into your bedroom.

You curled up under the covers, thoughts of Luke lingering in your mind.

-

Your eyes snapped open, sweat dripping down your back as you looked around your dark bedroom. You were half-pushed up on the bed, the paranoia from your dream lingering. You could remember someone coming at you, something had come to find you but then it went completely blank. But you were safe. Nobody was trying to get you in here and so, you settled back down on the bed. It was uncommon for you to get nightmares after particularly difficult cases but it had been a while and you felt a little shaken.

Your head wasn’t hurting as much as it had a few hours ago but you didn’t feel any better than you had earlier in the day. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you kicked the covers back. You let your eyes fall closed when you heard the bedroom door open. You tilted your head to the side and Luke popped his head in.

He was surprised to see you staring back at him and he smiled, a little awkwardly.

“Please tell me you remember your name,” He said. You chuckled softly at his words before nodding your head. You repeated your name back to him and he nodded.

“Have you been checking on me since I fell asleep?” You asked. He nodded his head and you sighed, pushing yourself to sit up.

“The medic told me to check on you every hour or so,” He explained. He then stepped into the room a little bit and you rubbed your eyes with your hands. You were exhausted, you could feel it in every bone of your body. And if Luke hadn’t fallen asleep yet, you couldn’t imagine he felt much better. You wrapped your arm around yourself.

“Please tell me you fell asleep,” You muttered. He shook his head and you sighed. Your head fell forward slightly and you seemed to remember that you had gone to sleep with an icepack. Your eyebrows furrowed and you looked around. It seemed that you had dropped it but you weren’t entirely sure where.

“You looking for the pack?” He asked and you nodded. The pain was beginning to bloom in your temple again, “It’s back in the freezer.” That was a relief. You settled back on the bed but your body was still rigid, “What woke you?” He asked. Your head fell back against the headboard and you let out a hiss of pain.

“Had a weird dream,” You explained. He let out a soft ‘ah’ and you nodded, “Guess a head injury does weird things to your brain,” You muttered. He nodded. He was still leaning against the door frame and you just wanted him to get into the bed, if you were honest with yourself.

“You should try and get some sleep,” He said and you shrugged. You didn’t even want to think about trying to go back to sleep. You just wanted to stay up and talk to him for a little while. You knew that it would make you feel better but he also needed to sleep.

“You need it more than me,” You retorted. He shrugged and you sighed, “If you need to keep an eye on me, just lay in bed with me. It’ll be easier and you might be able to get some sleep.” You were blunt, exhaustion stabbing behind your eyes and your body was aching. You were so sick of the pretense.

“The couch is fine,” He quickly attempted to rebuke but you slipped off the edge of the bed and trudged over to him. 

“Drop the gentleman shit. Just lie in bed with me,” You said, grabbing his wrist and gently tugging him towards it. He sighed but gave in and the two of you slipped under the covers. You lay on your side, careful to avoid putting too much pressure on the injured side of your head. Luke lay across from you, facing you. Your eyes fell closed, “What did he hit me with?” You asked after a moment of silence. Everything was a bit of a blur and you could only really remember the shadowy figure of the Unsub walking away.

“Baseball bat. Aluminum.” Your jaw dropped at his words and he nodded his head, “I took him down and he had it on him. I thought the blood was the vic’s but then I found you,” He explained. You could only imagine how Luke had felt at that moment. It was a baseball bat. And the Unsub had hit you pretty fucking hard. You weren’t sure how you were alive but you were glad that you were even if your head hurt.

“I tried to shoot him but I couldn’t reach my gun,” You admitted. He adjusted his position so he was a little closer to you.

“I got him. The vic is fine. We did our job,” He attempted to soothe you. You nodded but it didn’t make you feel all that much better. In fact, you just felt worse. You should have got him but it was fine. You closed your eyes, hoping that you could just fall asleep. But you couldn’t. You sighed and looked up at Luke.

“Can you hold me?” You asked after a beat. His eyebrows furrowed but he simply nodded, shuffling closer to you. He then pulled you against him and you buried your face against his chest. Your eyes fell closed and he slowly began to run his hands soothing along your back.

“We can talk in the morning, get some sleep,” He whispered softly. You nodded and you felt the tension release from your shoulders before you slipped into sleep.

<3

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[topaz-witch-tea]

*Me Thinking About How to Traumatize Jing Yuan with Yanqing*

So—

Aggressive Truck Noises in the Background

That is honestly me and I feel like the aggressive truck noises is everyone who reads my work!😆

The tragedy of a parent burying their child is something I think about a lot and it shows in my work. On the notes app, I have a list of pending ideas and 98% of it is just potential fics of Jing Yuan suffering. I have one where Jing Yuan goes insane from grief and another where he forget Yanqing even existed in order to keep him from being mara-struck. I even have one where Mimi is grieving over Yanqing and instead of sleeping in her bed, starts to sleep in the cold courtyard where Jing Yuan and Yanqing used to train because that was the last time they were all together.

Sometimes I traumatize Yanqing and by extension Jing Yuan. Imagine as Yanqing gets older and older, Jing Yuan doesn't hug him anymore. It slowly becomes a pat on the head and then a hand on the shoulder before devolving into just saying "Good job, Yanqing." Jing Yuan never pulls him into a hug like he used to. It is only when Yanqing is gravely injured does he feel that familiar warmth again as Jing Yuan cradles him in his arms, telling him he'll be okay and begging him to hang on.

Elegy took 3 months to brainstorm because the first couple plans were a bit much for me. Which is why I have a rule to upload fluff in between chapters of Elegy as a buffer. 😂

Let me know if you guys want more angsty/tragic headcanons

#yanqing #honkai star rail #jing yuan #Angst is so much easier to write than fluff for me so I lean towards it #I feel like I hold Jing Yuan's happiness hostage #Like he has to suffer enough for me to write him a happy ending #Poor Jing Yuan #Poor Yanqing #Poor Mimi #Me on my way to torment Jing Yuan and Yanqing like it's a regular Tuesday

[foodsies4me]

Hey!! Your working titles were killing me, and I am genuinely curious about so many of them but I would love something from either “Why do these OC-s-have so many backdtory-NOBODY cares Lys” (because I honestly do love your OC’s) or the dragons one (cause I’m always a sucker for dragons).

Hope you are having a good weekend! 💙

Alrigh, somebody else asked for the "Why do these OC-s-have so many backdtory-NOBODY cares Lys” so I'll share the snippet in that ask, so this one will be the dragon one! This is a post-season 3 fic, in which Magnus turns into a dragon after absorbing Edom's power. It starts a bit angsty because Magnus doesn't know what's happening. It also includes some body horror when Magnus gets turned into a dragon before it devolves into fluff because dragon!Magnus is just as besotted as regular!Magnus even when he just turned and is 100% working on instinct.

Alec is just happy to have his boyfriend back.

And my weekend went well, I hope yours did too!💜

The fire in his blood keeps growing, morphing into something more. Different. Changed. His skin itches and pulls, his magic beating inside of him like a caged animal as his body grows too small, too constraining. Alexander is worried. Magnus knows he is. He sees it in the permanent frown on his face or the hesitation in his eyes when he reaches out. Alexander has always been free in his affections, free and unafraid in a way that Magnus can't help but admire. Magnus hates that he's changing that, that he's making Alexander doubt his touch is nothing but dearly wanted, but he can't stop. The inferno inside of him keeps growing worse. Growing painful. Growing out of control. And Magnus can't hurt Alexander. Not like that. Not with his magic. But the itching is growing, tearing him apart cell by cell from within, and, as much as Magnus usually trusts his magic, trusts it to recognize Alexander and keep him from harm, this time he can't.

#wip ask game #thanks for asking #foodsies rambles #foodsies writes #there are more dragon fics as well #but no snippets yet #just ideas #one with a captive Magnus from the circle #and a baby dragon Max #and then dragon Alec comes barging in and bonds immediately with Magnus #and may or may not eat a couple of circle members

[infernalodie]

𝐅𝐞𝐳 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐱𝐢’𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 || 𝐋𝐞𝐱𝐢 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐳𝐜𝐨

“𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐'𝘮 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦“

Inspo: Rex Orange County - Pluto Projector

Pairing: Fezco x Daughter!reader x Lexi Howard

Summary: They’d always love you...

Warnings: Talk’s of verbal abuse, some fluff strewn about, but devolves into a angsty fluff ending.

Words: 4268

DNI IF YOU’RE SENSITIVE TO THE WARNINGS ABOVE!

Lexi never thought she would fall in love with Fezco. At first glance, no one would suspect them to be able to get along as much as they had when they first met. He was a drug dealer and she was a kind and smart girl. The perfect girl next door, to be exact. She never thought in a million years that not only would she get together or have a kid with him would’ve happened in her life.

But it seemed like it was a match made from heaven. They related in movies and were very supportive of one another. Lexi just felt happy and on her toes whenever Fezco was around. He was unpredictably brilliant. So, it made the idea of him falling for her be masked in a 50/50 chance. But he did. He fell for her and ended up together throughout high school.

Before anything had ever happened between them romantically, they had talked about kids. What they wanted for a family and how many kids they wanted. Their own little perfect future that they never knew would involve one another. In no way would Lexi have guessed that she would have a positive pregnancy test weeks after a one-night stand.

It scared her, truthfully. Cassie had an abortion after she told McKay and seeing her sister terrified reminded Lexi of the brutal reality that she was stuck in. Fez had simply  told her, “I won’t control your decision, but know I will be by your side and support you either way.” So, she was faced with two options. Continue with school and achieve her dreams before bringing a child into the world. Or have a child and be looked down upon by the rest of her peers in East Highland.

Now, for someone like Maddy, Lexi would take the former. But she wasn’t much like her friends or sister. She had dreams- Ones that she would like to come to fruition. And she had people behind her willing to support her, including the father of the baby growing slowly inside her stomach. But to save herself from the possible stress and foulness that East Highland offered to everyone that went, she stayed home for the remaining time before the child was born. Having her mother come by and grab her assignments and notes that the teachers wrote for her. Since she was at the top of all her classes, this leniency was expected.

So, she waited for her time at home and continued with her studying and schoolwork. Friends came by to visit and gawk over who would be the best at babysitting the baby whenever Lexi was busy. And Fez came by and Lexi had never seen him any calmer than the times he just laid beside her with his eyes focused on her baby bump. The tiniest of smiles were evident on his lips as he would often lay his head against her stomach. Listening and waiting for something to happen.

At that time, Fezco didn’t have much to offer. Ash passed away before he even got to hear the news of being an uncle and Fez stopped dealing drugs. Or at least, that’s what most people suspected. He was far more careful about it and only sold to people he knew wouldn’t snitch or bought from people that wouldn’t snitch. But what he offered was his time and company to help Lexi through the experience.

“Fez, fucking hurry, man!” Rue exclaimed, running down the hall of the hospital toward where the front desk had given them the information about Lexi’s room. Fez hadn’t done many sports in school or ever, so he was panting and beginning to believe he was going to have a heart attack before he got to hold the baby or see the love of his life.

“I’m fuckin’ trying, Rue!” He spat, jogging after the girl.

When they made it to the room, Rue practically kicked open the door and stopped at the doorway. Fez panted, coming to a slow stop beside her and stopping at the doorway. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head upon seeing Lexi holding you. A baby girl. A lively and rather quiet baby, who slept soundly in your mother’s arms.

Lexi lifted her head and Fezco swears he saw her eyes brighten upon seeing him. “Do you want to hold your baby girl?” It was a question that didn’t need to be asked because he rushed over to the side of the bed. Ecstatic with energy, but it contrasted with how soft and careful he was with taking you. He was supporting your head comfortably and he just stared down at you in astonishment.

But that was so long ago, it was often hard to remember what it was like then and leading up to the present. The three of you now living in New York with Lexi pursuing her dreams in plays whilst Fezco continued to sell drugs. And you were going to school. Outside of that, nothing much seemed to bother the small and loving family.

It stayed like that for years, even when Lexi finally started writing plays and getting herself out there. You were more interested in making music from Uncle Elliot, who always wanted to hear more that you had been making. Fezco and Lexi encouraged you to explore and experiment with sports or activities you were interested in. Just turns out music had been the thing that grabbed your attention from the ripe age of 6.

You were beaming smiles as bright as the sun. A curiosity that knew no bounds. A personality so unique and abstract for someone your age that it threw your parents off occasionally. You were intelligent and Lexi often said that you got it from your father, but you weren’t convinced most of the time- primarily because the guy could stand up and, look around, and then sit back down doing whatever he was doing. But they knew you were special in your own right and a gift to them that they never took for granted.

But sometime when you were 10, things changed. Something shifted after Fezco and Lexi had to go on a trip for her work. Sadly, you had been left with Nate Jacobs and Cassie. They hadn’t been Lexi’s first choice, but everyone else was busy and Cassie had been dying to meet you. So, they dropped you off at Nate’s mansion. Giving you longing hugs and kisses before they drove away. Leaving you with two people that Lexi and Fezco hated with their hearts.

There had practically been no communication from Nate or Cassie throughout the week that Lexi and Fezco were on their trip. It worried both of them, but they had faith that nothing was going on. But when they came back, they saw you and it felt like a void had taken their daughter’s body. There was no smile, there was no hugs, no kisses, not even a word spoken. Just your silence and your seemingly uneasy body that hurried to their car.

They couldn’t figure out what was going on and no doctor could do the same. The Doctor had told the two parents that it might be some form of trauma or you had suddenly gone mute. But from what Lexi could tell, you were still one of the few at the top of your classes. Teachers have said that you also don’t talk in class, but said your silence just adds to your focus in class, and it showed. Which angered Lexi a bit as your asshole teachers made it sound like they preferred your silence over free speech.

And whenever they reached out to Nate or Cassie, all they got was an automated message. They were left with no answers or inkling as to what happened at that time from when they left and when they arrived.

Your silence killed both of them as you never said anything to them, your aunts, or uncles. Your room was always silent and wherever you went, your closed-off self followed rapidly. But the very few times they heard you were at night. When you thought everyone was asleep and when your muffled sobs could be heard faintly.

That had been 7 years ago, and nothing has changed. You were still quiet and closed off. Every time Fez tried to talk to you, all you have him was a hum, shrug, nod, or shake of your head. And every time Lexi tried to ask how school was going or ask to hear your music, you never said anything.

Tonight though, both Lexi and Fezco were in a rush with tidying the 3 bedroom apartment. Cleaning up dishes, tables, chairs, rooms, everything. Because tonight, you were bringing over your girlfriend whom they had only gotten a warning from an hour ago in a text. So, here they were, nearly tripping over their feet with Lexi preparing a meal whilst Fezco was trying to smoke a joint while sweeping the living room.

“Fez, put that out,” Lexi said with a chuckle. “You already smell like weed as it is.”

“My nerves are all over the place, baby,” he grunted, sweeping the dust bunnies into the dustpan. “Y/n is going to give me a heart attack one of these days with how unpredictable she can be.”

He tossed the dust bunnies into the garbage before making his way to the spot beside his wife, who grinned ear to ear from his previous statement. “It sound’s like a mini Ashtray to me.” Hearing that made Fezco’s lips press into a warm smile. Taking one more hit of the blunt before the sound of the apartment door unlocking filled the air. Lexi’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she slapped Fezco’s shoulder, urging him to put out the blunt. To which he simply leaned over the sink and tossed it out the window with an amused grin. Whoever found that blunt and decided to smoke it would have a fantastic night.

Turning to you, Alice, the girl they knew very little about besides what you wrote on papers to communicate with them, smiled at them. But you still said nothing. A small smile, but nothing more than that. Lexi and Fezco didn’t let that bother them too much as Lexi walked over, giving you a hug and shaking hands with Alice.

“Alice, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Lexi smiled. “Y/n talks about you all the time.”

That was enough to provoke a reaction from you. Pinching your mother’s arm with a warm blush fanning your cheeks as you dropped your backpack and jacket onto the couch. Alice smiled at you before looking up at both of your parents. “Well, that’s something new I can tease her about. But it’s very nice to meet you two,” she stated warmly.

“Yo, do you like pasta?” Fezco asked from the kitchen in his usual slurred-out tone.

Alice let out a short laugh as she shrugged. “Yeah, I don’t mind a little pasta once in a while.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not the master chef here. So, it’ll taste good,” he paused for a moment as Lexi approached. “I would hope at least.”

Lexi gasped, slapping his shoulder as Alice laughed softly. Still, there was nothing that came from you as you silently took your girlfriend’s hand and pulled her away. There was no hiding the briefest expression of confusion but seemed to remember and understand in an instant. Which made Lexi and Fez pause for a moment.

They waited until they heard your bedroom door close before Lexi inhaled deeply. Her hands braced against the counter as she bent over. Her eyes clamped shut as Fez frowned. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Something feels different,” Lexi muttered. ”I don’t know what it is, but it feels like Alice knows more than we do.”

Fezco hummed, crossing his arms tightly over his chest as he leaned into the counter. “You mean with Y/n being mute?”

“That’s-!” Lexi nearly yelled, stopping herself as she stood up straight. Covering her face with her hands as she sighed heavily. “She’s not mute. I’m telling you, Fez. Something happened at my sister’s place.”

“And I’m telling you that those two are nowhere to be found,” Fezco reminded softly. “They moved without any word to anyone within our circle of family. Even if we wanted to do something about it, it’d be a manhunt before we get any answers- and what if they didn’t do anything? It’d been a waste of time and resources.”

Lexi could help the incredulous look that formed on her face as she looked at her husband. “Are you seriously defending Cassie and Nate?”

Fez sighed. “That’s not what I’m trying to say-”

“Fez, we both know Nate abused Maddy,” she hissed. “How far of a possibility would it be if he’s done it to our daughter?”

It’d been on their minds for 5 years. At first, neither of them let that chance that Cassie or Nate would have the spine to do. But as time passed on and they quickly started trying to put pieces together, Nate and Cassie seemed to be the only possibility. They had to be at the center of all the destruction they had brought the family to. And although you were impressionable at that age, they knew your personality wasn’t as changeable as you might’ve let on. So, in other words, you were unique and were very hard to think of a separate thing from your own opinion and such.

And when they tried to call or text either suspect, there was nothing. So, they had left this small peaceful family in shambles. The only able thing to do was to pick up the pieces and make some sense of the disaster those two had caused.

But in some sort of case that this could possibly be an act, they weren’t sure how they would react. But they knew you better than that. When you were just a kid, you would rave on and on about the things you did at school or were wanting to do in the future. It was just hard for them to believe that you just decided to become silent after a week. There had to be some sort of malicious reasoning behind it.

“Well, I’ll tell you what,” Fez sighed. “If that fucker did anything to her, I’ll see to it I put him ten feet under.”

Some time ago, if Fezco would’ve said that, Lexi might’ve protested. She wasn’t one for violence and she knew that wasn’t ever going to change. But if Nate had done anything to you, her baby girl, Cassie would’ve been in on it. And that meant Lexi would have to break her unsaid path and hurt her sister. “The same will go for my sister,” Lexi nearly growled. “Bitch would fucking deserve the worst type of torture.”

Fezco couldn’t help the small grin that formed on his lips just as Alice entered the kitchen with a soft smile. “So, how are we looking on the food?” She inquired just as you entered the room in tow.

“It’s all done,” Lexi said. “Y/n, can you set up the table, sweetheart?”

The painful silence was from you glancing at Alice before moving to grab the utensils and napkins, and preparing the table. Alice seemed to sense the tension, forcing a smile and going to help you. Both parents stood in the kitchen, still uncomfortable from the abnormal silence you had continued to give them. Some part of them hoped that bringing your girlfriend here would finally allow you to shed some layer of your protectiveness, but they were sadly mistaken.

After an awkward conversation between Lexi and Alice, the food was prepared and dished out. The four sitting at the table began to eat. Lexi and Fez quickly found out that you and Alice met in band class the year they moved to New York. Sharing many of the same classes together and being in the same year, you guys saw one another frequently. Turns out, Alice had asked you out months ago, but the apparent shock on Lexi’s expression showed that should’ve been a fact kept hidden.

But besides that, the dinner was rather great. Alice seemed to be a beaming of light in your life judging by the faint smiles that tried to force themselves on your lips. Although you didn’t speak, your parents could see that you and Alice had some way of communication. Alice seemed to understand every little look you gave her and everything less.

And slowly, the night wounded with you and Alice falling to your bedroom. The kitchen and living room had grown quiet with Fez and Lexi cleaning. The clattering of wet dishes being washed and placed on the dry rack was the only sound heard. Both were clearly exhausted from the rather stressful evening Alice’s sudden appearance had caused the pair.

Except, when Lexi was about to speak, her words were lost when they heard the faintest wisp of a voice accompanied by the keys of a piano. Your piano was one of the sources, but the voice drew both of their attention. “I don’t want it. And I don’t want to want you.”

The progression of the keys caused Lexi to softly drop the dirty dishes and grab the dry rag from the sink and quietly step in the direction of your room. Fez stared at his wife in confusion before slowly following. “But in my dreams I seem to be more honest,” the voice rang out. Standing just outside your bedroom, Lexi and Fez listened carefully. Hearing the shifting and creak of your bed as the keys carefully continued to play. “And I must admit, you’ve been in quite a few.” Both Fez and Lexi stood silently as the final key played loudly and slowly droned on until you had lifted your finger.

“Did you write that for me?” Alice’s inquiring voice questioned, a hint of a bashful smile in her words.

There was a steady pause before they heard it. Your voice. “Everything that I’ve written has been about you.”

The shock written on both Lexi’s and Fez’s faces was probably the same for Alice. Likely not for the same reasons, but nonetheless; shock. They heard muffled giggles fill the air before they both silently walked back to the kitchen. The two of them continued their tasks before the creaking of your bedroom door opened. A pair of footsteps came down the hall before both you and Alice stood. Alice wore a bright smile as she nodded to Fezco, who nodded as well. “Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Howard. The spaghetti was amazing.”

Although Lexi was in some sort of pain and shock, she managed a smile for the girl. “No problem, and I’m glad you liked it. Y/n didn’t give us much to go off of from her texts.”

Soon enough, Alice bid farewell with you seeing her out. Sharing one short kiss and hushed “goodbye” before you were making your way past the kitchen. A light hop in your step and uncontrollable smile dancing on your face. Butterflies tickled the inside of your chest as you were barely holding on from not texting Alice already.

“Y/n, come here.” Your father’s words made you stop, frowning as you back peddled and looked at the man. He was leaning against the edge of the counter, same with your mother who wore a distressed expression. “We’d like for you to sit down and talk to us.” The statement nearly made you laugh in amusement, shaking your head, trying to hold onto the happiness you felt for tonight.

“Y/n, sit down.” The finality in Fez’s tone shocked Lexi as much as it did you. Staring at your father for a moment, lips parting to protest, almost slipping before you grumbled and sat at the table. Fingers toying with one of the forgotten table clothes that had spilled spaghetti sauce clinging to the edge. But before you had a chance to realize it, it was snatched from your hands with your gaze snapping up to your father’s hard gaze as he pointed at you sternly. “Listen and look at your mother.”

Pushing your tongue to the inside of your cheek, head slightly bowed, your eyes snapped to your mother, who stood with a distraught and rather saddened look in her eyes. You hated seeing her like this. Truly, you wished to never be the reason for her being so stressed, but it wasn’t like you wanted her to feel like this intentionally. None of this was intentional and you doubted they would ever understand why you had turned out the way you did.

“Baby, you have to tell us what it is we did wrong.” Lexi walked towards you, taking your hands in hers and crouching in front of you. Tears threatened to spill as she closed them, inhaling deeply and shaking your hands softly. “I know we haven’t been great for you, but we just need to understand what it is we did wrong for you not to speak to us. We just want you to talk to us, baby.”

You looked between both parents like you were in some sort of dream. What they did wrong? It was hard for your mind to wrap around considering there was nothing they did wrong. None of this had been their fault and you never wanted them to make them feel like it was. They'd been nothing less than nurturing, loving, kind, understanding, sweet, and so much more that wouldn’t do them justice.

“Y/n, we heard you speak with Alice in your room,” Fez spoke up, causing your chest to tighten up as your own eyes began to sparkle with tears. They heard? They heard you speak?

“What?” Your quiet voice asked mused, staring at your father as if he was a ghost from limbo. His eyes widened from your small and quiet inquiry. But before you could even realize your mishap, Lexi’s hands were tightening around your hands. It was firm, yet gentle.

“Why haven’t you spoken to us, sweetheart?” Lexi asked softly, tears having finally broken her resistance and slid down her flushed cheeks. Overwhelmed with so many emotions from hearing your voice.

“I- I can’t-” You stumbled over your own words, chest beginning to tighten as you looked at both parents rapidly. Your nose began to sting as a tear slid down your cheeks. “I can’t t-talk anymore. Aunt Cassie said you’d hate me if I ever spoke again.”

Your words knocked the wind out of Lexi and Fezco as they looked at one another. Finally, the source of their own torture came to light and it came in the form of a prissy bitch that had some serious anger issues. Much like her husband.

“What did you say?” Lexi asked, voice dangerously soft, which only frightened you more. “What did Cassie say to you?”

Each word spilling from your mother's lips and your very own was causing your mind to become jumbled. A muddied mess that was trying to catch up to the fact that you fucked up, terribly. “Let me go. Mom, please, let me go.” Trying to pull free, you only felt Lexi pull you closer with her soft assurance whispered into the air. But the more she kept you there, the more you began to panic. “I don’t want you to hate me. Mom, please!”

“Y/n! Y/n, baby. It’s okay - you’re okay!” Lexi pulled your flailing body into her arms, holding you tightly as you cried and sobbed in her arms. Soon relenting, arms curling around her tightly as she sat cross-legged on the floor with your in lap. Hands clinging onto her shirt tightly as Lexi stroked your head. Glossy eyes flickering to your father, who was more livid than anything else.

You wept, crying, “I don’t want you guys to hate me. Please, don’t hate me.” It broke their hearts knowing that this was just as much torture as it was for them. Not having known your very own battles you faced on your own because of Cassie’s torment.

That week was still burned into your mind. The constant screaming you were submitted to by your aunt, who didn’t care when you sobbed on her couch. Saying cruel things that were transformed into lies that your young mind believed and stuck with you into your teen years. She said you were an infection–A cancer that would destroy your family from the inside and out. In some way, she was correct. But that was because your silence had left your parents confused and broken. Only ever felt safe with Alice or anyone at school. Your home wasn’t home. It was a test to see if a slip-up would cause your family to fall apart with your parents hating you.

“Y/n.” Lexi softly held your face in her palms, making you look up at her. Your nose was snotty, your face splashed with tears, and rough coughs falling from your lips as you cried in her hold. The sight alone made Lexi’s chin quiver as she smiled sadly. “I, nor your father, would ever hate you, baby. We love you. We’ve always loved you. You are our daughter and nothing would change how we feel.”

You nodded frantically, wrapping your arms around her once more as you wept into her shoulder. “Please don’t ever hate me.”

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[bookishfeylin]

Do you have any good Feylin fic recs? I wish there was one post book 1, where they have to COME TOGETHER AS A COUPLE to stop Rhysand, who's the new Big Bad of the series.

OH HO HO I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED *cracks knuckles*

First I would like to direct you to my Feylin fic tag mainly consisting of oneshots and ficlets and prompts written on tumblr with some stuff from the OLD pre-ACOMAF fandom. There's fluff, there's smut someone finally wrote a Feylin Calanmai fic!!! It was written on Ao3 but also posted on here so I have it tagged under there as well there's a little bit of everything from up to 8 years ago so go crazy in there.

Now for Ao3. Anything Feylin written by @foxcort and by @goforth-ladymidnight, (though you need to be on Ao3 to view their fics, I think they also have them posted here on tumblr too).

There's ACOTAR Chapter 23.5 by BlissionaryPosition (as far as I know she’s not on tumblr? But at any rate it’s just a oneshot of Feylin smut)

Home by Montana only has 2 chapters and given it was last updated 8 years ago I doubt it’ll ever be finished but the premise laid out here for what happens immediately after Amarantha definitely gets the wheels turning.

And lastly and most strongly recommended, A Court of Blades and Brushes by zenithofstories, which seems to fit the bill for the type of story you’re looking for. It’s apparently an ACOMAF AU in which Feyre and Tamlin do get married, but they manage to heal together instead of their relationship devolving. There’s 6 chapters so far and it was just updated like 2 weeks ago and I am absolutely HOOKED, and I cannot recommend it enough.

There’s also my own Feylin fics on Ao3 as well— Feylin oneshots (loosely connected oneshots most of which are in the same timeline though there is an mini story arc in some of the oneshots about Feyre and Tamlin trying to get out of the bargain with Rhysand and the uh. Revelations™️ that follow); The Power of Truth (in which Feyre, after ACOMAF, returns to Spring and basically realizes she was brainwashed by Rhysand and tries to uncover what devastating truth her family is hiding from her. And I am BAD at foreshadowing because everyone already knows the big plot twist LMAO); and Contemplation (where Feyre dies in ACOSF, is transported back to her body at the end of ACOTAR when she was resurrected as High Fae, and decides to change her fate and NOT DIE IN CHILDBIRTH by openly communicating and seeking out allies prior to leaving for Velaris. Angsty Feylin who aren’t endgame per se but I’m including it here because uh. Let’s just say spoilers :)))).

Obviously we don’t have nearly as many fics as the Feysand stans do, but this is what I HAVE been able to collect, so happy reading! I hope this was helpful :)

#Y’all chime in with any other Feylin fics! I think the spell is broken was deleted? Which is sad because ugh I loved that too #But at any rate this blog was originally PARTIALLY made to keep track of all the Feylin content so in addition to a Feylin fic tag i #Also have a Feylin fanart tag #Anyway I hope this was helpful!!! #Ask #feylin #acotar

[froggarolli]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN!

NAME?: Bon

PRONOUNS?: They/Them

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: Fizzarolli, tho I only have this lad and @rollinpinwheel as of right now

RP PET PEEVES?: Force-shipping, for sure. Or when somebody sacrifices a personality of a character for the sake of shipping... but I also can't get behind elitism either. I think a bit of selective-ness is fine, and we can't roleplay with everyone, I sure know I couldn't... but what I mean is that the standard people have for people's portrayals should be a little lower. If I see your personality in the muse, I think that's just fun! We all have different takes and I love that

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: On tumblr? Idk. Rping in general? I've been RPing since I was 13 years old and uh, I'm turning 31 this year so... idk, the math is there I'm just not g

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION?: Discord (BonBear), Tumblr inbox and Tumblr IM, tho discord is absolutely the most reliable

BEST EXPERIENCE?: Gosh uh idk... I've been RPing for over 15 years, it's impossible to pick a best experience... But I did love the Dangan Ronpa tumblr experience because it was so involved, although it devolved into a lot of drama and I had to leave because it was exhausting... but the heights of the fandom was so much fun

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT? : I'm an angsty bitch... I'm here for the drama, the tears, scars and blood and misery, I am a Whumper you have been warned... Fluff can be cute tho! It's fun too, I just want some spice to keep things interesting. Smut uh... I am very shy lol, the sexual side of writing is a little awkward for me sometimes, but when I do get to know you and I feel comfortable writing with you, I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun!

PLOTS OR MEMES?: I like both! Plotting and creating storylines is a ton of fun, and plotting before sending memes does help... but sometimes a quick meme can turn into something you couldn't expect, or it makes for a quick laugh or a good time so!! I say both

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: In general, I write longer replies. I can do shorter RPs! I just tend to write more than I think I have to more often than not xnsbjee, I'm not really a script-writer unless it's like, for the dash maybe

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: I think all my muses have a part of me in them, especially my main muse like Fizzarolli... The insecurity and wanting to look good no matter what, even if it's not healthy sometimes... doubting yourself and all that angsty shit, I wouldn't be able to tap into it if I didn't relate to it somewhat... As for Robo Fizz/Pinwheel, uh... I am not a killing machine irl quite yet

tagged by: it was offered up for everyone by @cxncrie and I basically filled this out on my old blog once already so... consider it recycled!

tagging: u

#off stage { ooc }

[joyschaoticsideblog]

Hello yes I have Chilumi brainrot and have a fanfic idea and I need someone to make this because I am a busy full time music ed major who also doesn’t have the proper skills for this.

DISCLAIMER

I am a multi shipper. I ship multiple Genshin ships. This is just the ship that is giving me brainrot rn cus of the latest archon quest. Do not come after me if this isn’t your ship I probably also ship your ship (as long as it isn’t incest or includes children shipped with adults (this includes loli’s I don’t care they look like kids). That shits gross.)

Also this is a funny fic idea I can’t stop thinking about. It would just be really funny. So it probably won’t be super serious unless you wanna write what leads up to the funny part of my idea that I need to see become reality.

Anyhow onto the fic idea:

This would be somewhat canon compliant. Probably take some time after they reunite. They’d probably have the whole love confession after they reunite. And then sometime in snezhnaya one of them would ask the other to marry them. And they’d get engaged. That’s like. The background for this fic.

Now onto my main idea which is the funny part.

(Also should be noted Ajax is probably somewhere nearby while this is happening. Like. I don’t think he’d be super far from his fiancé while they’re in his home country)

But Lumine is gonna be fighting an abyss herald for some reason (idk you can come up with the reason) and it’s not gonna be going well and the abyss herald is gonna stop and be like “hold on a second why are you so distracted” and they call a temporary truce and Lumine is like “okay so. I need you to get a message to my brother. I’m getting married to the stupid ginger and my brother is invited. And I’m going to kick his ass if he doesn’t come but if he doesn’t come I would realistically understand but I’m definitely gonna kick his ass if he doesn’t tell me like we need to know who is and isn’t coming for security reasons”

And it just devolves into a tea spilling session. Which you can sprinkle in whatever you’d like here, whether that be backstory for how they fell in love or how they got engaged.

Also would love a chapter of the wedding, Aether being there and being very confused how all of her friends and the fatui are all being peaceful there with no fights. When in reality it’s cus every archon is there and I feel like most of the archons would kick everyone’s ass if someone ruined this for Lumine. Plus a lot of her friends would also definitely kick someone’s ass. And it’s probably like. An unspoken agreement “even if we don’t like eachother we want Lumine/Childe to be happy we can fight later if we want but not right now”. And of course cute wedding fluff.

Bonus points for Aether confronting Childe and being like “you’re screwing up our beef” and/or confronting Lumine and being like “couldn’t you wait to get married until we’re done with our beef”

Tho like. If it’s the later I’m gonna need that one to be serious and angsty. Cus Lumine would place boundaries and be like “look I can’t put my life on hold just because you can’t get your shit together and have a conversation with me and tell me what’s going on. I fell for that stupid ass ginger and I’m gonna marry him whether you like it or not”

Please I need this fic. It would be so funny but also so cute and fluffy.

Also the tea spilling session needs to be the funniest shit out there.

If this fic already exists tag me in it or send it to me. Or if you make this fic. I need it it would be so fucking funny.

#my post #fanfic idea #chilumi #chilumi wedding?? #Genshin impact #Genshin impact fanfic idea

[forevfangirlwrites]

Love your barista/actress series, feels so real for their relationship. Anyway, here’s a prompt. Took this one from a story from my mom and dad when they were dating. Annabeth gets a text from Percy that says “on my way home babe, some guy on Main Street hit me with their truck” and the fic just devolves into annabeth worrying about him but he’s fine and picked up groceries on the way back. Angsty fluff?

Hey! Thank you so much for the prompt! I've been meaning to write on this prompt for a while cause it's really interesting and then I got another prompt that was weirdly similar (what are the odds lol)

So I ended up combining this prompt with a few others and posting it all under:

how to handle fame and accidents

I hope you like how it turned out and thank you so much for sending a prompt! I'm sorry it took so long!

#percy and annaebth #percabeth #actress annabeth #barista percy #how to handle fame #hthf #percabeth au #percabeth fic

[chaotic-tired-bastard]

how about a little spine angst/fluff if youre feeling up to it? 😳 i was thinking maybe how does he feel when his crush or s/o see him in his snake form for the first time accidentally and they either freak out or are accepting of it? up to you what direction! ❤️

Here you go! I decided to give it a happy ending- my heart can't take an angsty end. Sorta short but I hope you enjoy it!! There's not enough snake The Spine appreciation out there

CW for insecurity and crying

You knocked gently on the door of the Hall of Wires, waiting for a second before poking your head in, a grin on your face. You had woken up a few minutes early so you could be the one waking The Spine up, instead of how he usually was the one waking you up.

The Hall was abandoned, as far as you could see. You grinned evilly, closing the door behind you. “The Spine?” You called out gently, taking care to not be too loud.

There was no reply and you snuck deeper into the Hall, looking left and right for your maybe-kinda crush. Oddly enough, he wasn’t there. You shrugged going deeper into the Hall of Wires. You’d find him eventually.

»——•——«

It had been about three minutes and you had yet to find The Spine. You checked behind another wire curtain, starting to get nervous. Peter had said that The Spine usually slept in here, maybe you had missed him? Maybe he wasn’t even in here at all?

You had devolved into a self-doubting mess and were just about to leave when you heard a soft humming, sounding roughly like what The Spine sounded like. You froze, straining your ears for the source of the sound. There it was again, coming from behind that mess of wires!

You poked your head sneakily around the tangled heap of wires and there lay a ball of wires, woven in a way that would mimic a bird’s nest. You tiptoed over, peeking over the rim of the nest to look inside. Lo and behold, there lay The Spine.

Well, part of The Spine. He was just a head with a tail-spine thing, no body to be seen. It was jarring, but he just looked so cute. “Awwwww!” you quietly cooed, covering your mouth to keep your adoring squeals quiet.

You pulled out your phone and took a few quick photos of him, still in awe of how adorable he looked. After fawning over him for a few more minutes, and taking some more pictures, you finally decided to do what you had come to do. “The Spine? The Spine, c’mon, wake up now,” You said teasingly, tapping the robot on the skull lightly.

The Spine stirred, his optics opening but not glowing yet. “Hmm? Wha?” He murmured, blinking and raising his head sleepily.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft ‘aww’, a grin making its way onto your face. “C’mon, lazybones. Get up,” You said playfully, tapping him on the head again.

He blinked again, this time his optics glowing bright. He squinted at you before his optics went wide, a look of panic going over his face and his photoreceptors going dim. “Y-Y/N!! Oh no, I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for you to see me li-like this-” He stuttered, wires hurriedly wrapping around his tail and lifting him up, starting to pull him into the tangled layer of wires that hung overhead at all times in the Hall.

“Why? You look absolutely adorable!” You said before you could stop yourself, freezing when you realised what you had just said.

The Spine froze too, gaping at you in surprise. “I-I’m… adorable?” He asked in shock, the wires lowering him a bit.

“We-Well, yeah? Yeah kinda maybe-” You stammered looking down and fiddling with your hands, hoping that he couldn’t see your blush in the red light.

“I…I don’t look creepy?” The Spine sniffled, drawing your attention. Was he crying?!

You turned to see that he was indeed crying, thin rivulets of oil trickling down his faceplate and dripping off of his chin. “Of course not!” You cried, cupping his face and brushing away his tears instinctively.

He leaned into your touch, the end of his tail wrapping around your wrist. It was cool and segmented, like his hand would have been. “R-Really?” The Spine asked shakily, 

You nodded, brushing away the rest of his tears. “Yeah, Spine. You look just fine,” You said, offering a comforting smile.

He smiled, his photoreceptors glowing a bit brighter. “Th-Thank you…” He said shyly.

“No problem. Now, how do we get out of here?”

#The Spine #The Spine SPG #SPG The Spine #The Spine x GN reader #GN Reader #Fluff #Angst #slight hurt/comfort #Steam Powered Giraffe #SPG #The Spine x Reader #Reader

[melodyschaos]

So like ya’know in the special when mayor was actually a chief before lbd i was wondering if we could get something where after the events of the special where instead of Mk and the gang finding mayor its his past lover and he doesn’t know who they are since being lbds servant he forgot his memory’s with y/n and he feels like he knows the from some but cant exactly put his finger on it

So yeah they basicly reunite just an angsty little story with some fluff at the end and can be gender neutral pls!!

Have a good day and dont forget too eat and drink water;3

A/N: Angst? Comin' right up SPOILER WARNING FOR THE LMK SPECIALS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/N sat sadly on the floor next to the unconscious entity before them. He was chained against the wall for safety purposes, protective holding charms were placed all along the wall. After the Mayor was struck from the sky, Y/N had grabbed him and disappeared to a secret place where they'd dwelled for hundreds of years. Y/N didn't care that he had no idea who they were. Even if not one speck of them remained in his mind, their heart would never forget...

Y/N had been a newly-ascended immortal, exploring and marveling at Heaven's elegance. The palaces, the animals, all had entranced them, but their heart stood still when they glimpsed in a garden their soulmate: Zhong Mu. His hair was black then, and his eyes a kind blue. He had been observing the flowers when something made him look up. He and Y/N's eyes met and he smiled. That's what they've always loved most about him: a smile that could warm the coldest of hearts. When he and Y/N began seeing each other more regularly, it was always in that same garden. They would walk and talk, sharing the day's triumphs and griefs, learning each other. Though heavenly officers were strictly forbidden to have any romantic relationships, it didn't stop the two.

One trip when they had been staring at the clouds, Mu said, "There's no one I speak with more than you, Y/N. Some might speculate my intentions to you."

"And what would your answer be?"

"When the time is right, and if you'll accept me, marriage."

Y/N had never been happier with the promise, but the joy was not to last. Soon came the Ivory Lady, and almost immediately there was a change in her beloved Zhong Mu. He stopped coming to the garden, and stopped speaking to Y/N at all. Whenever he walked by them, he would always be distant. His smile became dangerous and frigid like an ice pick. Whatever was happening, he wasn't her beloved any longer.

Then came the news that Zhong Mu and the Ivory Lady had disappeared, leaving the palace where he served completely empty. Upon hearing the news, Y/N' was devastated. This wasn't Mu! This couldn't be the same man who'd promised her love those two years ago! It had to have something to do with the Ivory Lady! With resolve in their heart, Y/N descended to the mortal realm and watched carefully, quietly. Watching her beloved devolve had ripped their heart to pieces time and again, but they held firm in their hope.

Now it seemed the time had come. Tears fell down Y/N's face as they kissed his forehead.

"No matter the cost, no matter the method, I vow that I will bring you back to me, Zhong Mu!"

#lmk x reader #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk mayor #lmk reader x mayor

[stray-kaz]

Elvis and Austin!Elvis Ask game:

Let’s start off gently shall we? Because this most definitely devolves into thirsty madness later, you’ve been warned…and also, we are all at various stages in the Elvis fandom, some of us have been suckling the gospel of EP from birth, others just had their sexual awakening with the 2022 movie, and then there’s the ones among us with frickin’ doctorates on the man. All are welcome, it keeps us colorful. Feel free to pick and chose which of these you want to answer 

•When and what was your first exposure to Elvis Presley? It would have been singing Hound Dog and Blue Suede Shoes in primary school.

•And what was your first impression? I honestly didn’t have an impression at, say, eleven years old. They were just songs to me.

•Lace shirts or jumpsuits? Lace shirts.

•You can steal one of Elvis/Austin’s outfits, what’s it going to be? The pink suit.

•C’mon, we know you’ve been watching/reading old interviews and random footage of the man, so what’s your favorite random Elvis quote? Goes something like: “If I ever thought what I did was hurting anybody, I’d pack up, go home and I’d never sing another note.”

•Did you find Austin Butler’s lips distracting despite them being in a movie about the King of plush upper lips? (Be honest now) No, but his hips were.

•What’s an aspect of Elvis’ character you wish more people appreciated? His striving to find and follow God.

•You meet Col. Tom Parker for the first time, forewarned with the knowledge of what a scumbag he is, what do you do?:  A. nothing, you’re a coward who doesn’t care about abused golden-hearted men B. you give the Colonel a stern telling off C. you encourage Elvis to leave him and break the contract E. you slap a legal document against that fat suit and declare “Mrs. Claus is bringing you a lawsuit” F. you waste no time with formalities, it’s a letter opener to the juggler for that piece of trash. C, and maybe D, too.

•What was your favorite aspect/scene from the Elvis 2022 movie? When he strides out in stage at the hayride and when he starts to “wiggle”.

•You can choose only one song or piece of media to convince someone to become an Elvis fan, what is it going to be? The 2022 film or the live performance of If I Can Dream in the ‘68 Comeback Special.

•How many children would you give Elvis Presley from your own -or theoretical- womb? (listen to the beast in ya, your feminism won’t serve you here) If I lived at the same time as him (as I am already married and have kids), I’d give him three.

Where are you hanging out with EP, his bedroom with the teddy bears, Club Handy, his private jet or Graceland? The teddy bears are freaky as heck, so Club Handy or Graceland.

•What is the peak Elvis era? warning, this says an awful lot about you… Boo to you lol, I will always say young Elvis era is my favourite, though I have never heard a voice more perfect than in If I Can Dream.

•How long have you been an Austin Butler fan (be honest now, God is watching) Since June 26th, the year of our Lord, two thousand and twenty two.

•What kind of Elvis chick are you? -a 1950’s prospective wife material that he’s already sampled, a 1960’s filmset fling or a Vegas torrid backstage affair? 1950′s prospective wife.

•Is Austin Butler an honorary southerner now? Answer options: A. hell no, California can keep his sweet cheeks. B. hell yes, he’s practically been possessed by the soul of the King of the South. B.

•Pick your poison in the fan-fiction realm: angst, fluff, smut, fluffy smut, angsty fluff, angsty smut?…or is reading about Elvis Presley an acknowledged health hazard? Anything fluff, maybe with a touch of spice.

•Spit or swallow for this man? (And if you don’t understand this question move right along) Neither. Gross.

•Would Gladys approve of you? Take your above answer into consideration. Oh, she would love me. Raised in church and a real daddy’s girl.

•Which of Elvis’ cars is your favorite? The pink or dark purple Caddy.

•What are your odds for besting this man at karate? Zero. Nil. Nada. None. Zip.

•If you could meet Elvis and have enough composure to tell him something, what would it be? I would hug him and tell him that he did lasting things, that people are raised on his music decades after he was gone and he did real good. And I’d probably ask for a kiss lol.

•What’s a hobby or pastime of yours you wish you could share with Elvis/Austin!Elvis? I would read with him.

•What’s the Elvis 2022 quote you’ve been mumbling to yourself ever since you heard it? I get lyrics from Suspicious Minds stuck on a loop, and “shove it up your nose”.

•What are your top 3 go-to Elvis songs? Polk Salad Annie, Little Sister and Return To Sender.

•If you could spare him one tragedy what would it be? Being squeezed and squeezed by the colonel until there was nothing left.

•Is there a modern artist that sorta scratches for you the itch that Elvis’ absence leaves? None really, but James Arthur is pretty dang smooth.

•How did you react at the end of the movie when In the Ghetto started to play A. I got up and fixed a snack because I have no soul, B. I left feeling alarmingly horny, C. I was impressed but didn’t realize how affected I was until days later when it was still with me D. I cried buckets they had to bring in a mop E. I may have appeared emotionless but in fact my soul was leaving my body and I don’t think it’s returned quite yet. Shocking to myself, B. And maybe a little bit C.

•If you’ve got a favorite gif or photo insert it here and bless us all

This is one of my all time favourite gifs ever, hands down. He’s so gorgeous. Pretty boy.

Thanks for tagging me, Jo! @karamelcoveredolicity​

Ok, now go and tag a couple mutuals

@foreverdolly​ @succsessions​

#dash games #tell me about yourself #elvis questions

[maddieinwonder]

Request from @willowrose99: Hello sweet one! Congratulations on 100 followers! It's such a big mile stone and you should be so proud of yourself! Your fics are so great and deserve all the love in the world! Can I get some headcanons for the on how they would spend time together? Like a Easter dinner for example? And can I also get a reader x Spencer request with the promts: “Get the hell out of here' and “Please don’t scare me like that ever again"! Something angsty and fluffy? Thank you, lovely. Will x

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Warnings: Minor violence & swearing, mention of blood

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Here as promised, @willowrose99 ♡ I hope you like it! It's a bit on the long side, cause once I started writing the dialogue, I just couldn't stop hahahaha. Also it's implied that Spencer & reader are in a relationship, but this is the first time Spencer says "I love you."

Masterlist

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You didn't have much time left.

Your vision was beginning to fade in and out, but you could just barely make out the time on the clock in front of you. Four hours, and still no sign of rescue.

The unsub was real pissed about it, too. He'd been tinkering with something behind you for the past few hours, but he suddenly stopped half an hour ago, yelling about how the FBI was "stupider than he expected" and that he wouldn't get the chance to show off "his masterpiece" in front of "an audience."

You blinked your eyes tightly, trying to fight off what was surely a concussion, but the dull pain in your head droned on and you could barely register anything he was saying.

Only the metallic taste of your own blood was keeping you conscious now. That, and the flickering hope that your team would come in time for you. That you could see Spencer at least once more.

But you didn't have much time left.

Red and blue lights flooded the windows in front of you, and a relief spread throughout your body, only for it to devolve into terror as the unsub trailed his fingers across your face.

“Looks like I don’t need you anymore, sweet cheeks.” He drawled. He waved what you realised was a remote in front of your face, and your heart stopped. “I knew they were going to save you eventually, and now they're going to walk right into my trap."

“You’re going to go down with all of us too.” You spat, your voice strained from hours of screaming.

“Why, that’s the idea. I thought you were smarter than this.” His smile broke into a calculating stare. That’s when you heard them yell “FBI!” before kicking down the doors.

No, they had to get out of here now.

“Drop the weapon!” Spencer yelled, and the rest lined up next to him, all pointing their guns at the unsub’s head.

“Get out...” You struggled to scream. “He’s got a bomb!”

“Peter Robinson. Put down the remote, slowly.” Hotch commanded. Spencer was looking directly at you, his face warped with concern while the unsub simply laughed.

“Oh, you must be Spen-cer.” Robinson sing-songed, walking up to the doctor while the rest continued to train their guns on him. “You know, my little hostage just couldn’t shut up. Kept on screaming for her brave hero, until I had to bash her head in to keep her quiet.”

Your vision was going now, but you heard the sound of a gun cocking. “Reid.” Hotch warned.

Robinson only continued to laugh, as if he'd just stumbled upon the funniest situation in the world. “You know, I thought you’d at least look like that,” he gestured to Morgan, “but turns out you’re just a skinny little nerd with pretty hair.” He sneered.

“You fuc—“ Spencer’s voice was rising.

“Last warning, Robinson. Put down the remote or we'll shoot.” Morgan interrupted loudly, as the rest slowly moved in on him.

The unsub smirked, and you realised your team was out of time. "Get the hell out of here!" You tried to yell, but your voice only managed to croak out the words. "Leave me!"

Robinson grinned then. "Smart call for someone stupid enough to walk in here alone. But it's alright, because nobody here is going to remember your mistake when they're dea—"

A gun shot rang out and you winced, the loud sound causing your dull headache to flare in pain.

There was a loud thud as Robinson collapsed, and the remote clattered as it hit the ground. You managed to pry open your eyes for a moment, only to regret it as his dead eyes stared blankly into yours.

While the bomb squad rushed in to disarm the place, Spencer only had eyes for you, wordlessly undoing the binds on your arms and legs before sweeping you into a tight hug. You breathed in the scent of paperbacks and coffee, and your body instantly relaxed. You were home, at last.

The tears you had wilfully denied the unsub were finally rolling down your cheeks, as Spencer's body gently shook against your own.

“I don't know what I would have done if you were... if we didn't...” He mumbled into your shoulder, before breaking the hug to look directly into your eyes. "Please don’t scare me like that ever again.” Tears were welling up in his eyes, and your heart ached at the sight.

“I won’t. I promise.” You replied through your own tears, wincing as you lifted your hand to touch his cheek. "But I never lost faith that you would save me, Spence." You said softly.

"What if I didn't?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. A terror-stricken look flashed across his face.

"But you did." You stroke his cheek gently.

Spencer covered your hand with his own and kissed it softly. Then his lips curved into a relieved smile. "You know I'm never going to let you out of my sight again, right?" He said softly, watching as the medics arrived by your side.

"I think I can live with that." You smiled back tenderly.

All the way from the crime scene to the hospital, Spencer stayed true to his word. Even after all the checkups and visits from the rest of the team, despite the insistence from the hospital staff, he continued to stay by your side, holding your hand gently.

But it was only when the two of you were finally alone, and you were drifting off to sleep for the first time in 18 hours, that he says those three words while pressing his lips to your forehead.

"I love you." He whispered, and despite everything you'd endured that day, this was the one thing that made your heart race.

"I love you too." You mumbled quietly in return. Even if you couldn't see his face, you could feel the smile that radiated from his body and the squeeze of his hand in acknowledgement.

You fell asleep shortly after, feeling at peace and in love.

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@averyhotchner @amesandpineapples

#mads fics #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fic #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst/fluff #maddie turns 100!

[enbyprentiss]

Ignorance is...not bliss

a/n: I already wrote this once and tumblr deleted and i am pissed to say the least.>:(

Genre: Fluff, kinda angsty if you squint

Pairing: Derek x Spencer

Warnings: alcohol consumption, jealousy, arguing, spencer and derek being dummies, kissing, i think that’s all but lmk if i missed anything

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Derek had always suspected that he may be bisexual or even just interested in men at all. But when the lanky genius walked through the glass doors of the bullpen, he knew for sure. At first, he tried to suppress his feelings, simply because it was easier to pretend they didn’t exist than come to terms that Reid may never feel the same. But eventually he couldn’t anymore. And every time they were paired to share a room or their hands brushed when they went to grab the coffee pot at the same time, his heart skipped a beat and he hoped that the heat rising on his cheeks wasn’t visible. He called Spencer ‘pretty boy’ for a reason, because that really is what he thinks of him. 

Spencer on the other hand had known that he was interested in men since he was a young child, although he never put a label on himself simply because he didn’t find it necessary. So, upon meeting the almost god-like man that is Derek Morgan for the first time, he genuinely thought his heart might stop. He too always kept his feelings buried deep within himself because there was no way in hell that Derek could be interested in him too, at least that was in his own mind. And the more and more he didn’t show any reciprocation of mutual feelings, the more and more Spencer became convinced of his own insecurities. So after a few years he told himself he had given up on his feelings (which is not true whatsoever.) and that it was time to move on to something or--someone else.

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After a fairly successful case, Emily suggested drinks like she usually did and much top her delight the rest of the team accepted. Well, except for Spencer. As the rest of the group headed towards the elevators she hung back to check in with him as he packed up his things. She knew that cases revolving around high school and more specifically, bullying, hit particularly close to home for him. 

“Reid, are you sure everything’s alright?”

“Yeah.”, he gave a quick nod. 

“I just know cases like the last can be more difficult for you and that--well, we’re all here for you.”

“I-I know. Thank you, but that’s not it.”

She replied with a simple ‘ok’ and a goodbye, not wanting to push him further just in case. 

--

By the time they arrived at the bar, they had assumed Spencer had just went home to read one of his thousands of books or play chess with himself, or just any other Reid-like activity. So, certainly the last thing that they expected was to see him at the same bar, sitting with a man. And flirting. And presumably on a date.

“No way.”, Emily muttered in disbelief. 

“Since when does Spence go on dates?”, JJ added. 

“I have no clue.”

More comments were made about the odd situation at hand. And Derek knew he had no right to be jealous. Or angry. Or bitter. Or whatever the hell he was feeling. After all, it’s not like he and Spencer are together. For fuck’s sake he doesn’t even know about his crush. Everyone found it slightly odd when he asked for multiple drinks at a time. And sure, it was normal for him to get occasionally tipsy. But never like this. And the mixture of that and the sulking was enough to raise some suspicion. But no one could imagine what it could possibly be about, or that it was about Spencer. Well, except for Penelope. She may not be a profiler but she knows her boys. And she definitely didn’t miss the lingering glances or touches from the both of them. Though, she never brought it up simply to spare them both the embarrassment and because she knew they would never fess up to it. Derek because he’s well--Derek. And Spencer, because he’s so shy. 

Eventually, Morgan had enough of regretting never telling Reid about his feelings and drowning in his own thoughts and left the bar early. He really did try to have a good night, but he just couldn’t get the thought of Spencer with someone else out of his head.

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Of course, Spencer noticed Derek avoiding him at work. It was easier at the bullpen. But it was much harder while they were on a case, let alone sharing a room. The whole day that they were sent to crime scenes together, the car rides there and back were practically silent. Only exchanging information Morgan felt was necessary. And Spencer spent most of the day trying to figure out why the hell his best friend brushed him off and downright ignored him. 

After a day full of snarky comments and the cold shoulder followed by Derek continuing to ignore him even while they were confined in the same cramped hotel room, he had enough. And it caught him off guard to say the least, when Reid blew up at him. 

“God, Morgan, what the hell is your problem?!”

“Nothing. I don’t have one.”

Spencer scoffed, “Oh, so that’s why you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder all these days. Because you don’t have a problem, huh?”

“Yup.”

“Derek, I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

“Ugh, why can’t you just spit it out?!”

“Because I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I don’t care!”

“Spencer--”

“No! Just say it. I don’t understand. Why won’t you just acknowledge me at the very least--”

He cut off what was quickly devolving into a ramble by pulling Spencer into his kiss by the collar of his shirt. And once Spencer snapped out of the initial surprise, he quickly and happily reciprocated the kiss, placing his hands around Derek’s neck while he gripped his waist. Eventually, they had to pull away for air. Both wearing shocked expressions at the silent admission of mutual feelings. But relief flooded through Derek’s body when Spencer smiled slightly at him first. 

“Would you care to tell me what’s wrong now?”, he huffed out a laugh.

“I don’t like seeing you with someone else.”

“Are you kidding? Derek, the only reason I went out with someone else in the first place was because I thought you weren’t interested.”

“Why would I not be interested?”

“I don’t know. You just never seemed to show it. And I didn’t really think I was exactly your type, per se.”

“God, for a genius, you are really pretty stupid sometimes.”

“Oh, wow. Thank you so much for that.”

“You’re welcome. But I’m serious about not liking seeing you with other people, you know?”

“So am I.”, he echoed Morgan’s earlier words, though in a completely different light now, before pressing another kiss to his lips (a not very successful one because he couldn’t stop smiling.)

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[mangoofthesea]

hi, hope you're doing great! for the fic thing: could you do #26 "Please. I need you to believe me" with krbk?

I tried to do angst for this anon. I really did. This prompt felt angsty but it devolved into this dumb little funny thing instead after I spun a picker wheel with several different types of angst named and then it landed on the slot I had thrown in saying 'fluff'. I'm sorry

if it helps I'll be updating my angsty kiribaku longfic on thursday

thank you for the ask I'm doing good and hope you are too anon!

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"Please. I need you to believe me."

When Kirishima gets no response he ducks around Bakugou and forces him to meet his eyes.

"Bakugou. I'm serious. It wasn't me! Why would you think I would do that?"

"Well you were the last one seen in the kitchen! So if it wasn't you who the fuck else was it?!"

"What's going on?" Kaminari says, wondering if he should immediately regret his curiosity as he wanders into the living room, and subsequently, the ongoing argument going on beside the sofas.

"Bakugou thinks I stole his leftover mapo tofu he was saving but I didn't! Bakubro! I swear, I wouldn't. You don't trust your boyfriend?"

"I don't trust my boyfriend who stole my food two weeks ago and lied about it," Bakugou says, tone indignant and petty.

Kirishima frowns. "Hey man, I didn't lie. I just....you sounded super mad when you were asking who took your stuff and I didn't want to say anything right then, y'know."

Kaminari backs slowly out of the living room again as the fight devolves into the argument from two weeks ago, resolved to absolutely never mention it was him and Todoroki who took the mapo tofu.

Additionally, he decides to not notify Todoroki of this fact and hope he accidentally rats himself out taking the fall for the two of them.

send me a starter line and a character/ship and I'll write you a ficlet

#answered asks #anon #kiribaku #established kiribaku #bnha #mha #fanfiction #my writing #my fanfic #ficlet #bnha ficlet #kiribaku fic #dumb writing #this is bad I'm sorry #does this count as crack #i can write angst #i have 30 fics on my ao3 which attest to the fact I can do angst...

[depizan]

100 Days of Writing

@the-wip-project‘s 100 days of writing

Day Thirty-Four: Do you prefer to write fluff or angst?

I’m not sure I properly understand those terms. I’d thought that fluff referred to little slice of life happy stories - sort of like PWP except with positive emotions instead of sex, while angst was fic that really focused on a character’s (or characters’) emotional distress, whether that was choices they had to make or recovery from a bad thing or whatever. But when I looked them up on fanlore to make sure I knew what I was talking about, it almost treats angst as a synonym for drama and fluff as a synonym for...uh...not that.

If asked what I write, I tell people I write adventure stories. That doesn’t seem to be an accepted fanfic genre, but I don’t care. It’s accurate. Certainly more accurate than either fluff or angst would be.

Are my stories generally light-hearted? Yes. Do they involve people sometimes struggling with dilemmas or difficult situations? Also yes. They have action and danger and people talking their way out of things and friendship and trying to do the right thing and people looking out for each other and people in conflict and people getting hurt and people recovering from getting hurt and people taking risks their friends don’t want them to and rescues and chases and escapes and... and this will rapidly devolve into the description from The Princess Bride if I’m not careful.

Aaaaanyway. There are angsty moments, there are fluffy moments, but I don’t think the stories are overall either. (Flangst*? Anguff? ???) And I don’t think I’d want to strictly write one or the other. I think I have written slightly more angsty bits than fluffy bits, but that’s mostly because Kyrian’s exit from the Empire was the opposite of a good time. And because truly fluffy moments in adventure fic are mostly the little bits of downtime when everything’s going all right between adventures. You just can’t really have fluff when people are shooting at you.

*Oh god, this is an actual term. Fandom is so weird, I love it.

#100daysofwriting