Spencer

they/he | 21 | I write and do art sometimes

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IT’S HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY

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I T S T H E M I D D L E O F J U N E

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I T I S H A L L O W E E N T I M E T O G E T S P O O K Y

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ok who the fuck got this on my dash it’s still june

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get spooky

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how does this appear every june

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@nooowestayandgetcaught

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STOP BRINGING THIS BACK EVERY JUNE

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… I’ve just queued this up for next June. Because reasons

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Oh and it’s rainbow skeletons too this is perfect 😂

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PeRFECT

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IT’S GAY HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY

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R a i n b o w s k e l e t o n s

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G A Y H A L L O W E E N

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JUNE

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How to pass in public as a gender the public doesn’t know about

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HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

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the first post ever on tumblr

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I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK

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WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK

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reblog this because it shows up every blue moon

[madlittlecriminal]

i still love this so i will continue to reblog it :)

[dolonia-spencer]

Five Stages

Tagging @dashesofink cause look what I did

Summary: Going through the five stages of grief after Emily passes away

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x gn!reader

Word Count:

Warnings: grief, crying

A/N: I am painfully sad every time I watch S6E18 of Criminal Minds

Denial:

You stared at JJ as she walked into the room, eyes glazed over.

"She never made it off the table."

Penelope began to sob, David and Ashley letting out sighs as if they had been holding their breath the entire time.

You couldn't even cry. Spencer got up from his seat and hugged JJ. You just sat there.

The team slowly dispersed, leaving you alone with Hotch. He sat across from you and just waited. He recognized the specific grief you were going through. Losing the one you love is a special trauma. Hours passed when he finally coaxed you to stand, not even using words, just taking your hand in his and nodding to the door.

You couldn't move for days after, laying on Morgan's couch unable to eat or speak. You would just stare. It had been almost a week and you still hadn't cried. It wasn't real if you didn't react.

Anger:

You swung the mallet and let out a guttural scream, sobbing fiercely as you swung over and over again. The wall was a complete mess afterward. So were you.

Derek watched from the doorway, frowning. His friend was in pain and he had no idea how to make it easier for you.

You had smashed the pieces of the wall to bits. He had taken her from you. They didn't do enough to save her. If only you had been there sooner- It was everyone's fault. Including yours.

Bargaining:

You had never been religious but every night since Emily, you prayed to every god and goddess you could name to bring her back or take you instead. Your thoughts involved a lot of 'I promise I'll never ___ again!' and 'If I get her back, I'll do everything for her. Chores, work, everything.' Until one day someone suggested that you weren't meant to save her. It wasn't your fault, but it had happened because of fate. You cried to Dave about it that night.

"It's... Not my fault... Right?"

Depression:

The numbness of tears falling down your cheeks, hitting the page of the newspaper you're reading. You don't even feel them welling in your eyes, you don't feel them streaming down your cheeks, you don't notice them dropping off your jaw until they hit the paper and make a sound. You blink a few times and wipe your cheeks- Where did that come from? Emily. Her face flooded your mind and you began to sob just thinking about her.

Acceptance:

You were getting better. It had been 7 months and you were finally able to do things without thinking about her every second of every day. Your dreams of her coming home had slowed to about once every week or so. You talked to your mutual friends without tearing up at the mere mention of her name. You had finally begun to live somewhat normally again.

Your phone rang. It was a number you didn't recognize.

"Y/L/N."

"Good afternoon, sunshine."

Your heart shattered all over again. It was her voice on the line.

[newrider]

[wamscoastsmoker]

IT’S HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY

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I T S T H E M I D D L E O F J U N E

[wamscoastsmoker]

I T I S H A L L O W E E N T I M E T O G E T S P O O K Y

[pwhyxco]

ok who the fuck got this on my dash it’s still june

[wamscoastsmoker]

get spooky

[tshifty]

how does this appear every june

[honeybeeavenue]

@nooowestayandgetcaught

[bardstardish]

STOP BRINGING THIS BACK EVERY JUNE

[marta-bee]

… I’ve just queued this up for next June. Because reasons

[bitchassslytherinsnakery]

Oh and it’s rainbow skeletons too this is perfect 😂

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PeRFECT

[no-gender-only-soup]

IT’S GAY HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY

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R a i n b o w s k e l e t o n s

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G A Y H A L L O W E E N

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JUNE

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Reblog this to give the person you reblogged it from a bear hug. (they might just need it)

[dolonia-spencer]

My little buddy passed away earlier today while I was at work. R.I.P Billy Idol, I am so glad I got to be your parent. Thank you for all of the best little rat noises and being a wonderfully coopertive Houdini.

Billy Idol

Lil Stinky Boi

2/18/2021 - 5/4/2022

[moni-the-honey]

Rules: Tag 9 people you would like to know/catch up with.

Tagged by: @softlypause thank you!

Last song: Softcore by The Neighbourhood

Last TV show: Sharp objects

Currently watching: Vinyl

Currently reading: Doug Adams: Music of The Lord of the Rings films

Tagging: anyone who feels like doing it and, if they want to, @polutrope , @spiced-wine-fic , @poorlywordedoath , @ramyun-monster , @halfelven , @tyelpemacil

[spiced-wine-fic]

@moni-the-honey Thank you so much :)

Last Song: Talk Talk by Talk Talk.

Last t.v. show: Purchased Walking with Dinosaurs on YouTube (Still amazing).

Currently watching: Rewatching The Hobbit films on Netflix in fits and starts.

Currently Reading: The Jackal Man, by Kate Ellis. (rural England murder/mystery)

Tagging @nocompromise-noregrets @celebrimbot @g-m-kaye @jakattax @joyfullynervouscreator @keiliss @naryaflame @thenookienostradamus @elennalore @nuredhel @thegentlestmaenad and anyone who wants to

[nocompromise-noregrets]

woohoo, thank you! <333333

Last song: *checks phone* Heaven for Everyone by Queen. I was doing a lot of faffing about in strongrooms today with no phone signal so I went for the trusty Queen discography which is actually stored on my phone. <33333

Last TV show: As far as series go, we finished the most recent series of Death in Paradise, Call the Midwife and Shakespeare and Hathaway the other week. Haven’t found anything else to watch yet.

Currently watching: I have Police Interceptors on right now for background - it’s fascinating, linguistically, as it’s so firmly aimed at a very specific target audience (men who are into cars) and a lot of the language used really gives that away (lots of slang, lots of nicknames etc). I’ve toyed with the idea of doing a drinking game (drink every time the narrator says ‘nicked’/‘motor’/‘wrong'un’/‘the nick’, drink every time a wrong'un does something stupid, drink every time one of the coppers has a predictable nickname etc etc etc, but I’d be hammered within the first fifteen minutes XDDDD

Currently reading: Born in the GDR by Hester Vaizey - it’s a collection of interviews with people who were in their 20s when the Berlin Wall came down, carried out relatively recently, talking about their experiences of living in East Germany, the fall of the Wall and the reunification of Germany. Plus my OU coursebooks…

Tagging, entirely without obligation, @allegoriesinmediasres, @mihrsuri, @writerman, @lordoftherazzles, @scary-grace, @lonelyheartsmotel, @bigneonglitter, @palmviolet and anyone else who sees this and fancies doing it! <333333

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I actually just did this earlier today, but it’s been a few hours so some of this has changed lmaoooo

Last Song: Greyscale: Sleeping Wolf

Last t.v. show: Murder, She Wrote is on the television…

Currently watching: See above, even tho I’m not paying much attention. Background noise for the win!

Currently Reading: Ambassador to Madness by @sunnyrosewritesstuff

NEW ROUND OF (non obligatory) TAGS

@myeaglesong @luka-button @dirkgentlies @asgardianhobbit98 @estethell​ @ahufflepuffhobbit @nerdymeatball13 @thenerdyduke13​ and anyone else who wants to play!

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Thank you for tagging me @lordoftherazzles

Last Song: Mamma Mia! By ABBA.

Last t.v show: Victoria on Itv.

Currently watching: Nothing specific, except do movies on dvd count? I recently re-watched The Love Letter from my collection.

Currently Reading: Several fanfiction stories here on tumblr and Ao3.

Non obligatory tags: @aduialel @b-a-g-g-i-n-s-h-i-e-l-d @sweetfairy1 @sleepyamygdala and anyone else who may wish to take part.

[aduialel]

Thank you for tagging me @myeaglesong 💖

Last song: Kickstart My Heart - Mötley Crüe (my s/o listened to Marvel’s Guardians of the Galaxy Game Soundtrack 😄)

Last tv show: Star Trek: Discovery on Paramount+, the last finished tv show was Emily in Paris on Netflix

Currently watching: my s/o’s watching, to me it’s playing in the background 😄, Formula 1 Pre Season Testing in Bahrain 2022 on F1 TV

Currently reading: I’m trying to catch up fanfics I’ve saved for later reading, not much luck though

Tagging, no pressure of course: @blueberryrock @lonikje @enchantzz @anki-of-beleriand @thespiritoflife @lathalea @errruvande and anyone else who wishes to join. 🧚‍♀️

[errruvande]

Thank you, love ❤️

Last song: Begging by Måneskin (literally listening to it rn lmao)

Last TV-show: The Gilded Age (GO AND WATCH THIS FUCKING FABULOUS SHOW OMG no i’m not joking that’s the most beautiful show i’ve ever watched in my entire life)

Currently watching: Vikings with my bff and im starting brand new season 5 of The Last Kingdom today yay

Currently reading: The Last Kingdom (literally I’m just reading by bits whenever i can but duh work…)

Tagging: @thespiritoflife @magravenwrites @kingslionheart @midearthwritings @justfangirlthingies @mor-wen

[velvetstrorm]

Thank you, Liza! 💖

Last song: Wolf Like Me by Lera Lynn ft. Shovels & Rope

Last TV-show: Futurama

Currently watching: The Hobbit - The Battle of Five Armies

Currently reading: The Fellowship of the Ring (if I’m not crying my eyes out every morning reading then what’s the point? it’s so beautiful)

And I tag @junotemper, @mathom-box and @havocinanutshell , if you’d like of course. 😊

[mathom-box]

Thank you for the tag, Morwen! 💜💜

Last song: Flowers in my Hair by Wes Reave (idk it just showed up in my spotify)

Last TV show: Oh it’s been so long! Probably the Witcher or the Adventures of Superman (1952-1958)

Currently watching: The Witcher. I’ve been unable too busy to get far in it though XD

Currently reading: The Two Towers, and a really weird fanfiction. I honestly don’t like most of the tropes in it, but I like the emotion, so 🤷‍♂️

Non-obligatory tagging: @worms-on-astring, @dashesofink, @thespiritoflife, @to-be-frank-i-dont-care, and @anyone!

[dashesofink]

Oh this is fun!! Thanks for tagging me hun!!

Last Song: finished all the way through was C’mon by Kesha 😂

Last TV show: Reacher!! Man this is so good, it’s on Amazon Prime, 10/10 would recommend!!

Currently Watching: The Punisher. I was watching this before Reacher, but it was taken off of Netflix and isn’t on Disney+ yet ://

Currently Reading: I recently started a book called All Of Us Villians, by Amanda Foody and Christine Lynn Herman, but because I get distracted easily I’m still on like… chapter four or smth lol. So far so good though!!

Tagging: @fizzyxcustard @legolaslovely @tolkien-fantasy @scariusaquarius @dolonia-spencer and anyone else who would like to share!!

[dolonia-spencer]

Thanks for the tag, Dash!!

Last Song: I've had Boyfriend by Dove Cameron on repeat for the last week bro

Last TV Show: Criminal Minds for the 50th time cause it's a comfort show now lol

Currently Watching: Markiplier- Sucker For Love: Third Date in the background

Currently Reading: Technically listening to it but The Chronicles Of Narnia by C.S. Lewis. I bought it as a seven book bundle on audible

Tagging: @plaguethebagel

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rb this to give the person you rb it from a hug

[dashesofink]

Hurt Like This

Summary: he knew that sooner or later he’d have to let you go, but his heart wanted you close

Pairings: Frank Castle x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: mentions of blood

Main Taglist: @legolaslovely @t00-many-th0ughts @fizzyxcustard @c4ts4ndstuff @sebbymylove16 (I forgot you have this account for marvel and other stuff, so I added you but please lmk if you don’t want me to use this user!!)

Marvel TL: @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore

A/N: this is my first time writing for Frank Castle so please bare with me!!

“But I feel like I die 'til I feel your touch…

When you come close I just tremble…

It's like a knife that cuts right through my soul” -Only Love Can Hurt Like This, Paloma Faith

He thought having you there was in and of itself ridiculous. Not his love for you, or the feeling in his chest each time he would hold you at night. Rather, it was the thought that despite what he did, how he looked when he came back after a long night, you still loved him. Something about the glint in your eyes each time you looked at him or helped him wash away the sins from his skin, it was like it was mocking him. Telling him you were too good for him, too good for the life he lived. Yet each time he came home, new scars decorating his calloused skin along with blood dancing across his clothes like a paint soaked canvas, each time you came to his side and helped him piece himself back together. Your touch was soft and delicate, the way you wiped a damp cloth against his skin was almost the complete opposite of how he handled the men he dealt with on a daily basis.

There was a time though, when he told himself that despite the gentleness in your touch and the love in your eyes for him, that something would hurt you. After what happened with his wife and his children, something in the back of his mind made it seem like any grip he may have on another possibility of love was fake and would get riddled by the grotesque world he lived in. His heart pleaded with him, telling him that this time would be different. He’d fight harder for the life you two could live together. He’d make sure that every protective measure he took before would be magnified tenfold. And it seemed that with each passing day his love for you did the same. He couldn’t remember the last time he longed to hold someone as tightly as he did you when he was going about his day. He didn’t know it was possible for someone like himself to finally love again. Yet when he did, when he allowed himself to open up the cage around his heart and let you wander in, at first he couldn’t have been happier.

But his mind told him differently.

His mind was in a constant state of war, fighting between letting you stay close to him and helping him, or pushing you away in order to keep you safe. He fought himself for what felt like years on this matter. Each time he came home, each time he walked through the door with heavy feet and a heavy heart he would look at your smiling face and kind eyes and for a moment the world and his mind would be at peace. But as he laid next to you, holding you close and wrapping you protectively in his arms, he knew he had to keep you safe. He knew he had to do something other than fight off the bad guys each day. What he did came with a price, and he realized sooner or later that price might end up being paid with something of greater value than his own life; yours. And he didn’t want that. Oh, how he wished he could keep you shielded from the world and the villains that roamed the streets every time the sun rose and set. So he reasoned with himself, one night, that no matter what he did, no matter what he said to try and protect you, only one thing could truly keep you safe from the evil that rotted the earth to its core. And his heart, along with the sweet memories created together with you, shattered.

“Frank, baby, come on.”

The laughter that fell out of your mouth was almost bitter, your eyes wide with hurt and your lips trembling as you tried to make sense of things. Frank stood unmoving, fists clenched tightly at his sides while he refused to glance up at you again. He knew that if he did, that if he looked up and saw how you were breaking because of him, he would falter and his plan to keep you safe would fail. The silence in the room was deafening, yet with each passing moment Frank felt as if his world was crashing and burning again. And in a way it was. But it was for the best, he told himself.

“You can’t— you can’t just tell me that, tell me to leave and shut me out!”

The crack in your voice made Frank flinch, but it went unnoticed by you. The tears that filled your eyes were blurring your vision, the heat that was washing over your skin from anger and confusion running like a fever. Yet as you pleaded with him in hopes of him explaining the sudden change in attitude towards you, for you, he remained still. Your heart was breaking, Frank knew that much. And so was his. Despite the severe ache in your heart, despite how much you wanted to run over to him and slap some sense into him, you couldn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to let your grief and anger hurt the man you had come to love. “Just tell me why, Frankie.”

You finally moved, your feet dragging across the floor until you were nearly chest to chest with him. He tried not to look up at you, the little nickname you had been calling him tugging at the strings in his heart in a painful way. Your fingers caressed the skin of his jaw until your palm laid flat against his cheek, and it was as if a knife had slashed open his chest and plunged into his heart and soul. Your touch was always so delicate, so kind. Even as he was hurting you now, you were gentle with him. “I need to know why.” He remained silent, yet his body trembled at the closeness of you. He wanted to hold you, to kiss away the fear and hurt that was coursing through you. But he had to. He had to push you away before things got bad, before things got so bad he lost you and in turn would lose himself. You were looking to him for answers, for some guidance through this winding path of emotions but he stood still, unmoving as he looked to the ground.

“I’m not leaving until I get answers, Frank.”

“You have too.”

Finally, he spoke. His lips turned down in a frown that you thought didn’t suit him. His face was etched with a pain you never thought you’d see on him again; it was the same pain you had seen on him when you first met. It broke your heart to see him fighting whatever battle was raging in his mind. But for whatever reason, even though he was pushing you away, even though he wanted you gone and was breaking your heart, you understood. When you had finally broken through the cage that protected his heart and he let you in on the secrets and the past that plagued his mind, you both knew that one day something would push him to do irrational things. Like now. But you understood. Even though it pained you deeply to do so. “If you don’t, you might—“ Frank shook his head at the thought of you getting hurt. He couldn’t help the lump in his throat that grew when he finally looked into your eyes and saw the unshed tears that you held back. Your touch was still soft, your fingers now trailing lines against the devits in his skin before you pulled him into a tight embrace. “I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt.” His voice shook, uncharacteristically so, and for a split second he found himself reaching for you. But he remembered, and he held back. “You have too.”

“It’s okay,” Your reassurance, no matter how much you wanted to believe it, to make him believe it, fell on silent ears. The embrace you held him in was tight, filled with love and hope that maybe he would take his words back. But deep down Frank knew he couldn’t do it. And it pained him. It pained him to not hold you back like his body wanted him too. “It’ll be okay, Frank.”

He wanted it to be okay. He wanted to just forget everything and run away with you to some cabin in the woods and start over. But he couldn’t. And now, now that the love he felt for you was buried deep in his bones and coursing through his veins, he realized just how painful it was to let you go. Just how much loving you now only hurt himself, but now hurt you as he tried to keep you safe from the world. And shit, did he regret it. He didn’t regret letting you into his life because of you. No, you meant the world to him. But he regretted letting you into his life because he knew sooner or later, he’d have to let you go.

[dolonia-spencer]

Ouch

[dolonia-spencer]

i drew some art and uh,,,, oops

[authorofemotion]

GUYS I FOUND THE CUTEST PICREW

this may look the most like me out of any that i’ve done :D I don’t know if there’s already a chain going around with this? but i’m tagging mutuals anyway!!

no pressure tags: @bookdragon1811 @turtleduck-enthusiast @shyposttree @kanerallels @accidental-spice @silverstarrss @books-and-starss @holbytlanna @heckin-music-dork @stardust948 @nightfrostshadow and anyone else i’m forgetting because my brain is mush!!

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It’s meeeee

@peppermint-whiskers, @micairjo, @royalsofscenovia

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@louve-garoue @coldmooncheesecake @shatolith @s-c-r-u-f-f-y-y @sapphic-loser16 and everyone else

[classiccheesecake]

Thanks for the tag :D!

Tagging: @arsonisticscholar @triforceofchaos @aroaceluffys @incorrect-lu-quotes @shadow-and-purgatory @hyrules-feral-hero @acheronspride @sun-of-the-skys @twink-between-worlds and anyone else xD

[twink-between-worlds]

oh! ty for the tag!

tagging @jay-the-local-acetronaut @rushunny @dumb-puppy-twilight @s-c-r-u-f-f-y-y @umbrenshadow @legendofloz @connor-mason & @thedisorientedfae and anyone else

[astral-catastrophe]

Thanks for the tag Rav! <3

and now its time for the struggle of trying to not tag teh same people lol @i-am-the-big-stupid @skyward-sapphic @mistyaria

[mistyaria]

Thank you for the tag Jay! You look so pretty!

(Totally not wearing colorful pins in my hair rn as I made this)

No pressure o’ course: @strawbuncake @kokiri-clori @bunearybunny @to-be-frank-i-dont-care and literally anyone who sees this and wants to join in!

[to-be-frank-i-dont-care]

Thanks for the tag love! <3 all y'all look so cute :)

tagging @blueberryrock @zalie @spideymiraculous @trustmeifyoudare @mathom-box @anyone!

[mathom-box]

Thanks for the tag, love! This is so cute!

That turned out almost exactly like me. I just really wanna cut my hair short.

tagging: @dashesofink​​, @tolkien-fantasy​​, @ma3dhros​​, and anyone else who wants to join!

[dashesofink]

I’m super late to this, but thank you for tagging me darling!! This was super fun to try and do!! I’ll be tagging @legolaslovely @fizzyxcustard @rosa-berberifolia @t00-many-th0ughts and whoever else feels like joining in!!

[dolonia-spencer]

Aw yeah bro!! This was so fun!!!

i look so tired someone please lmao

[saphore]

your last words before you die are the 3rd line of the last song you listened to. what are we saying ladies?

[dashesofink]

Little Too Late

Summary: he shouldn’t have felt that way, but maybe he should’ve spoken sooner

Pairings: ag!Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: angst

Main Taglist: @legolaslovely @t00-many-th0ughts @fizzyxcustard @c4ts4ndstuff

A/N: I haven’t written angst in a while, so I hope you like this!! request also found here

He knew deep down it wasn’t right to be angry or jealous. But he envied the way your partner’s hands rested upon your waist, or the way you smiled at them with a look of pure love. That’s how he looked at you, he knew anyone would be able to differentiate between the two looks if someone was to watch him interact with you both now and in the past. But still, he was too late, and maybe if he had told you in time, he would be the one to hold your hand, he’d be the one to kiss you goodnight, to be able to touch you as your partner did. But still, he was too late and now the envy and anger he felt was all his fault.

“Y/n, please, just hear me out!”

“Peter, no!” The look on your face froze Peter in his spot, his brown eyes widening for a split second as he took a step back. He understood you were feeling wounded and possibly betrayed, after all, he was just now telling you he harbored feelings for you after you had gotten into another relationship. “You can’t just tell me this now!” Your face was beginning to heat up the longer you mulled over his past statement, and your eyes narrowed as you pressed a finger against his chest. “Y-you have no right to do that.” Peter saw the tears well up in your eyes as you looked away from him, hoping that your hair would cover your burning cheeks and tearful gaze. “Why, Peter? Why now?” His heart shattered when he heard the trembling of your voice. He reached for you, his hands grasping your own when you looked at him again. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Peter remained at a loss for words at first, his mouth gaping like a fish out of water as he looked to your sorrow filled eyes. He hated to see you cry, and knowing that the tears falling in a small puddle at your feet were caused by him made him angry. “I-I was scared.” His voice cracked for a split second, his own brown eyes tearing up. He knew it was selfish, to tell you how he felt after you were in another relationship, but he had to tell someone other than Aunt May. “I didn’t know if you liked me back, y/n. I promise, I would never hurt you.”

“But you did— you are hurting me, Peter!” You smacked your fists against his chest from the grief that washed over you. You refused to believe the words he was saying, and even as he held your wrists to stop you from hitting him, the tears only continued to pour from your eyes quicker. “You should’ve told me sooner! Y-you should’ve told me!”

The hurt in your voice wounded him deeper than any bullet could have, and for a second he was puzzled. Peter wasn’t sure what reaction he was hoping to see from you at the revelation of his past and present attractions towards you, but hearing your cries become louder and louder, almost into wails of sadness, made him confused. At first he felt unaware of how to comfort you, but still he chose to wrap his arms around you and pull you close. “Why, y/n? What would that have accomplished?” He whispered, his trembling lips pressing against the crown of your head. A second went by without any speaking, only muffled cries and soft hushes being heard as Peter tried to comfort your sudden bout of hysteria. You suddenly pulled away from him, however, and in a fit of fury your palm splayed across his cheek in a stinging slap that sent shockwaves through his spine.

“Because I loved you!” Sobs wracked your body as you stared at him, and you tried your hardest to wipe your tears from off of your chin but to no avail, they just kept falling. Your sudden confession was a surprise to the both of you, but tonight seemed to be the night for that. “I loved you, Peter Parker! You should have told me!” Despite the throbbing in his now reddened face, Peter's mouth hung open and his eyes were wide with shock. Aggravation, resentment, regret. A whole new list of emotions swirled around the hero’s body as he listened to your sputtered words. “But now I’m with someone else! What am I supposed to do?!”

“Loved? Y/n, I—“

Peter took another step forward, only he was stopped when you pushed hard against his chest. Your red and swollen eyes pained him to see, and his hands shook when you continued to push him back. “Don’t touch me!” In an attempt to keep him away from you, you held your palm up after pushing him back one last time. Nothing could explain the raw emotions you felt coursing through your veins, and you wanted nothing more than to run and hide from the one person who you had loved and cherished for many, many years. You didn’t know what to feel, you didn’t know how to properly react, but you did know that seeing him now, watching you with those puppy-dog eyes that you fell in love with so many years ago pained you more than ever before. “Leave me alone, I don’t wanna see you anymore.”

“You don’t mean that.” Peter's lips trembled at your words, and against his better judgment he took a few steps forward. His blood was pumping in his ears and he was sure the extra thumps he could hear were from your own heart. But watching you step back, your eyes still swollen and your body still shaking with anger and sadness made him freeze as he reached out for you. “P-please, y/n. You don’t—“

“Don’t make me say it again, Peter.” A sob rumbled deep in his chest as he listened to the tone in your voice, but he remained glued to his spot as he watched you continue to step further and further out of his reach. “I can’t see you anymore, not after this. I’m sorry.”

[dolonia-spencer]

[dashesofink]

Trio

Drabble: requested. By @t00-many-th0ughts

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Word Count: 863

Warnings: none

A/N: I’m sorry I keep disappearing!!! I started writing this, honestly forgot about it cause I got sick then I started reading fan fiction again and here I am, finishing this at 4 in the morning. I hope it turns out how you would’ve liked!! And once again, I apologize for the wait!!

“Buck, come here!”

“What!” Bucky suddenly came bounding around the corner with a look short of terror, eyes as round as bowls and labored breathing. “Is it time?!” Once his eyes landed on your figure, body laid across the couch with one hand supporting your head and the other sprawled against your round belly, he hurried over to you. “Are you in pain, doll?” He was quick to kneel by your side while he reached for your hand. His fingers held the back of your hand as you gently rubbed your bump, and as you smiled at his worried state, his brows furrowed.

“I’m fine, Bucky. I just wanted you to be here.” Your words confused him, and your actions even more so when you removed your own hand from his grasp to instead grab a hold of his own. You could tell by the way his mouth folded in a frown that he was confused by your words, yet when you placed his opened palm on the exposed skin of your belly, the room went silent for a moment. You watched Bucky as he intently eyed his warm hand lying over your bump. For the past minute or so, before you called Bucky into the living area, your little baby had decided to squirm around, kicking and moving every which way in an attempt to show you how lively they were. You couldn’t help but burst with excitement when your baby moved, and only once you realized that this was one of the only times your had felt your baby move with this much energy, you called Bucky so that the both of you could share this exciting moment together. However it seemed your baby was now calm, and a small frown pulled down your lips when it seemed they had gone back to sleep.

“Baby, you wanted me here why—“

“Shh!“ You made sure to place your finger over Bucky’s lips when you suddenly felt a small turn in your tummy. “Look, they’re happy today.” Your words were hushed when you reached for Bucky’s hand again, this time placing it on the side where you could feel your baby move. Bucky’s eyes shot open when he felt the small bit of pressure on his palm, his jaw going slack and the room became silent once more.

Bucky seemed to be in a trance as his warm palm laid sprawled across your belly. Every now and then you could feel your baby squirm a bit and kick the protective walls surrounding them, but it wasn’t enough to bring you any pain. Your eyes stayed on him while he continued to marvel at the little baby the two of you had created, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your lips before you gave the hand you were still holding on your belly a small squeeze. Only when Bucky finally turned to look at you again did you see the faint shine of tears building in his steely eyes. He let out a short sniffle, and the palm of his metallic hand swiped across the front of his face before he looked back at you with a tearful smile. “Wow..” was all he could manage to say, and you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze when he began to gently smooth the skin of your belly. “W-we created this.. this baby?” Though it came out as a question, you knew it was really more of a statement. A statement of astonishment and excitement. You knew after all that he had been through, all of the trauma and all of the pain he had endured before, during and after his past, he would’ve never thought about having kids or settling down with someone. He had voiced this to you many times, and you understood that it was best to do things at a slow pace. But now it was happening, and you were proud of him and all he had accomplished.

Even now, looking between your wedding bands and the feeling of your baby wiggling around in your belly, you just hoped he realized how far he had come. How much he had grown and how happy he made you and you made him. “We did.” You smiled brightly at him, pressing a soft kiss against his stumbled jaw before resting against the back of the couch once again. Bucky climbed into the spot next to you, his arms now having circled around your shoulders before he pulled you close to his side. Once you were both comfortable you grabbed his hand again, moving it over your belly one last time after you squeezed his fingers. “And just think, in a few weeks we’ll finally be able to meet our precious baby.”

Bucky’s lips turned up into a beaming smile, and his chin fell against your shoulder before he placed a chaste kiss against the side of your neck. “I can’t wait, darling.” And he meant it. He truly felt at peace when he was with you, and knowing that your little duo would soon become a trio made his heart skip a beat and his chest swell with love and joy.

[dolonia-spencer]

i am-

i love this?? crying. i need to know more 🥲

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