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I have no one to talk to about the fact that QUINN HUGHES IS GOING TO THE WILD!!! What?! All love for him and you could tell he was pretty much over it in the past interviews this year but it’s SHOCKING to me that it happened this year.
Dad
Arthur finds out some news when he returns from a hunting trip.
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You sat by the water at the new camp in Clemens Point. The gang had found the spot a few days ago and decided it was better than dewberry creek and more secluded. Setup had finally completed this afternoon so everyone was taking a much needed break.
Jack was a few feet away from you, barefoot in the sand trying to find some rocks for Abigail.
"Look aunt (y/n)" He said and held up a small, pinkish-red rock with white spots.
"She's gonna love that one, Jack"
He walked over to the pile of about twenty rocks that he had been collecting for over an hour. Almost every one he had would be "perfect for mama"
You took a sip of the coffee mug that had been sitting at your side, staring over the water as the sun began to set.
"Jack!" Abigail shouted, "Time for supper"
Jack's eyes lit up and he stuffed all the rocks he had collected in his overall pocket, running over to his mama and grabbing her hand.
"Thanks for keepin' an eye on him, (y/n)"
"Anytime" You hollered back.
For a while you sat in silence, watching the sun slowly make its way down under the horizon. You turned around when you heard footsteps making their way towards you, seeing Arthur approaching.
"How was the hunt?" You asked.
He had gone with Javier and Charles to catch game since the camp was running low.
"Caught a couple deer and some rabbits." He said, sitting down on the log next to you. "Should last us a few days."
You looked off towards the water, thinking about your life before you stumbled into the gang. During the shootout in Blackwater you almost died, taking a bullet to your thigh but you managed to pull through.
Shortly after that Arthur had proposed and Reverend Swanson married the two of you at Horseshoe Overlook.
You looked down at the sapphire ring on your finger that he had gotten from a jewelry store in Valentine.
"Do you ever think about kids?" Arthur asked you, popping the cap off a beer bottle he grabbed.
"Yeah, sometimes." You replied. moving from the log to the ground and leaning against it, taking off your hat and setting it beside you. "Why, do you?"
"I find myself thinking about it more and more these days as I watch Jack grow up each day." He says as he shifts the position he is sitting "I think about Isaac sometimes and how much I missed in the short time he was alive. I wish I could have been there to stop the robbers. Neither of them deserved what happened to them."
You looked up at him as his gaze stood over the horizon, the night creeping in by the second. You placed a hand on his knee.
"There wasn't anything you could have done."
"Maybe, maybe not." He took a swig of the beer, sighing after he swallowed.
"Well, maybe you will get another chance." You said, turning your head towards him and resting a hand on your abdomen.
He looked down at your hand placement and then up into your eyes. "Are you.. Are you pregnant?"
You grin up at him, "I think so. I asked Abigail what it felt like when she was first pregnant with Jack and I feel the same way she did."
Arthur stood up, throwing his beer to the side and pulled you up with him, hugging you tightly.
Tears flowed from your eyes freely, and you couldn't stop them as much as you tried.
"Well, let's keep it quiet for a while, darlin'" You said, pulling back from his strong embrace.
"Alright. Damn, I love you (y/n)."
"I love you too."
Can’t risk it
The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.
GIVE ME THE WILL TO WRITE AND BE CREATIVE!
PLEASE
DUCK IS LORD
PLS MY BLOG IS DyYiNgGgG
PRAISE THE DUCK OF CREATIVITY 🙏
fuck this duck fr why he get to decide if I’m creative or not
I got this prompt idea from Tiktok. You are pregnant and Bucky isn't very trusting in touching your bump with his metal arm.
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You were in your eighth month of pregnancy and everything had been going very smoothly. The baby was healthy and so were you up to this point.
The past couple of days had been pretty rough since you developed a pretty nasty cold. You visited your doctor who said you didn't have anything to worry about since you hadn't contracted a fever. But if you did and it was above 100 you needed to go to the hospital.
Bucky had been taking great care of you throughout your entire pregnancy but now with the cold he wouldn't even let you stand on your own. He actually made F.R.I.D.A.Y notify him when they detected you had stood up. It was ridiculous but also incredibly sweet.
It was now day three of your battle with the cold and you had been going through hot and cold flashes. Bucky had to go on a mission yesterday but promised to be back today and made sure Nat was watching over you.
You kicked off the comforter that had comforted you in what felt like an arctic room five minutes ago but that had now changed into death valley.
"How you doing?" Natasha asked, tapping lightly at the door that was ajar.
"I feel so hot" You complained, putting a cool rag over your belly. "And the baby adds fifteen degrees to whatever temperature i'm already feeling."
Natasha giggled at your dramatics and held the thermometer up to your forehead.
"98.6" She said, hitting the power button. "You're normal"
"Tell that to the desert I am laying in."
You heard heavy footsteps heading down quickly towards the hallway
"They're back" Nat said, getting off the edge of the bed and walking out the door as Bucky walked in.
"Hi, doll." He said, walking to your bedside out of breath. "How ya doin?"
"Burning up."
"Are you feeling any better?" He asks, taking a seat on the side of the bed.
"Other than these hot/cold flashes I feel okay."
He reaches his metal arm up to your shoulder, rubbing it and you can feel the cold through your shirt sleeve. You grab his hand and lower it to your belly, the cool relaxing you until he yanks his arm away, replacing it with his real hand.
"The cold felt nice." You whined, jutting out your bottom lip.
"Yeah, but - uh I need to take this off, it' probably gross from the combat."
"It's okay, Buck." You say, reaching out to grab his hand again, to which he stands off the bed and takes a step away.
"No, (y/n)." He says, sternly.
You look at him, shocked. In all the time you have been with Bucky he's only ever talked to you in that tone twice, both while on a mission and you had done something a little more reckless than you should have been doing and he was worried for your safety.
"I-I'm sorry, Doll." He said after taking a breath. "I'm just scared to touch you like that with this arm. What if something happens like it glitches or - "
"Buck, the Winter Soldier is gone. It's been five years." You say, sitting up in bed. "I trust you completely. I think you need to trust yourself a little more than you do."
He makes his way back to the bed and sits where he was before, not taking his eyes off the ground.
"I just worry and I wouldn't want to ever do anything to hurt you or our daughter."
"It's all okay, I trust you." You lay your hand gently on his metal one and look into his eyes, asking if it's okay without actually saying any words. He nods and you place his hand back on your belly, humming gratefully at the feeling.
"Just tell me if you start feeling uncomfortable." You say to Bucky.
"I trust us."
Telling the boss
Hey guys, it has been SOOO long since I have made another part to the Reid x reader pregnancy series. I really don't have a good excuse as to why other than I just forgot to post the parts but anyhow here is part 4. I figured the first person the reader would tell is obviously Hotch since he's the boss.
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You walked in the office half an hour early the next day since you needed to talk to Hotch, and you knew he would be there at the crack of dawn anyways.
You walked up the ramp from the bullpen to his office, seeing his blinds open and he was flipping through some papers. You gave a knock on the door, hearing a "Come in" from the other side.
"Good morning, Agent (Y/L/N) you're here early" he said, glancing at the time on his watch.
"Well, there was something I wanted to talk to you about and I figured it's better to do this earlier in the day."
"Well, take a seat." He said, nodding to the chair in front of him.
You closed the door behind you and set your bag down on the floor.
"You're expecting, aren't you?" He asked and you looked forward at him, shocked.
"H-how did you?" You stutter, unable to make a complete sentence.
"I have never seen you so nervous other than when I was interviewing you for this position and you are covering your stomach with your arm the same way Hailey did when she was pregnant with Jack."
"Oh." You looked down at your forearm placement and moved it to the arm of the chair.
"Congratulations" he said, laughing lightly.
"We have been trying for a while and I am just so excited for this."
"Well, later on we will have to make some adjustments and I am not going to send you on any missions that may involve putting the two of you in harm's way. For now, you can stay in the field until you are not comfortable anymore."
"Thank you, sir." You said "Is it possible for this to only stay between us and Spencer? I know the team is going to find out on their own in a few weeks anyway but for now I would like to keep it as quiet as possible."
"Of course." He said, standing up. "Well, time for briefing the new case."
Hotch opened the door, walking with you towards the meeting room. Spencer was the only one in there at the moment.
"Congratulations, Spencer." Hotch said quietly.
Gone
This is after Sirius passes in the Veil and the reader was dating Sirius.
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You have been on the couch of your flat ever since Sirius passed a week ago. The only time you had gotten up was to use the bathroom and go to bed. You had barely ate anything, mostly just staring blankly at the wall.
His funeral was today but you couldn’t bring yourself to go. Every part of your body ached with a pain you never thought imaginable.
There was a knock at your door around 4 pm. You got up and looked through the peephole seeing Remus standing in his black vest and slacks. You opened the door and stepped aside silently letting him inside.
“We missed you today.” Remus said after you hadn’t said anything for a minute after he had entered.
“I couldn’t go.” You said, putting water in the kettle for tea and staring at it, waiting for the whistle.
“It was a nice ceremony.”
You nodded. Not taking your eyes off the kettle.
“(Y/n)” Remus gently said, putting his hand on your blanket-clad shoulder.
“Please don’t.” You said, sniffling. Trying to keep the tears that had finally stopped at bay. “Don’t tell me it’s going to be okay or he’s in a better place.”
“You just need time to heal. We all do”
“And how am I supposed to do that without him? How am I supposed to do anything without him?” You shouted. “I lose him for twelve years and then got him back and now he’s gone again. He was my husband-“
“AND HE WAS MY BROTHER” Remus yelled “Stop acting like this only affects you. I’ve known him for over 20 years and every day I wished he would walk back through that door the same way you did! There were other people who cared about him!"
"Don't act like you're the only one who grew up with him, Remus. I was around you lot every day. You, James, Sirius and fucking Peter." You said, feeling the heat rise to your face from anger. "I know you're hurting as we all are, especially Harry. That boy who finally had a father figure again for less than a year only for him to be ripped away in the veil."
"I know that." Remus said, taking a deep breath then steadying himself before opening his mouth again to speak. "I know that you were with us since almost the beginning of our times together. But you have to think, we knew each other more closely because of the dormitories and the classes."
You shrugged, pulling the blanket tighter around your body. "I know, Merlin he had so many stories about the trouble you all would cause that I was too bashful to go anywhere near." You giggled, feeling a slight tear run down your face.
"He loved that about you, though." Remus walked toward you and pulled the kettle off the stove that you hadn't heard whistling. "And he would have loved the baby too. More than anything."
Bruised
Bruce Wayne and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) have been dating for over a year. They fight crime side by side, though normally Bruce gets the bruises.
(I found this in my drafts and wanted to finish it up.)
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It seemed as though every night this week involved you being out until the early hours of the morning alongside Batman, helping stop any danger that came to the city of Gotham.
This night was more difficult than most. While you were a very stealthy partner to Batman, hardly ever getting any bruises as he was the one who took the majority it seemed tonight the roles were reversed.
You walked into your apartment and raised your shirt, examining the softball sized bruise that covered your ribcage. You winced as you touched it, the discoloration seeming to get worse by the second. You heard the door shut to the bat cave and lowered your shirt, grabbing your toothbrush and adding toothpaste to it.
“Y/N? Can I come in?” Bruce asked as he knocked lightly at the door.
“Yeah” you mumbled with the toothbrush hanging out of your mouth.
Bruce went to the sink next to yours, washing his hands of the dirt that accumulated when taking off the suit.
You looked at his arm and noticed a few cuts what were still fresh, but not too deep to need stitches though a bit of Neosporin wouldn’t hurt.
You turned to wipe your mouth after getting rid of the toothpaste and felt Bruce wrap his hands around your waist. Glancing up you saw him smiling at you in the mirror.
“You did really good today. I’m proud of you.” He complimented.
“Well we both know you’re nothing without me.” You joked back.
He planted a soft kiss on your neck and moved his arms up a bit too quickly and definitely too strongly. Causing you to yelp in pain.
“What?” He asked concern and guilt covering his face. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, you didn’t.” You placed your hand over the bruise.
He glanced down at your hand “can I look?” He asked, gesturing to lift your shirt.
You nodded hesitantly knowing this would be the worse that he’s seen by far in terms of your injuries.
The sight made even Bruce wince.
“Baby” he said carefully. He pushed slightly on it making you hiss and back away. “I’m sorry, I was just trying to see if I felt any breaks but I don’t think so.”
“Well, warn someone next time” you laughed lightly.
“Let’s get you some ice. Looks like I get to be your doctor this time.”
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after a while i became convinced that the words were mocking me
Nothing happened.
I WAS PROMISED A BATTLE
*throws down gauntlet*
Edit: Went back. This is the best thing to happen to my dashboard ever.
Reblogging again because my followers need to see this. To be clear, rebog, go to your actual blog, then click the picture.
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Okay, if this is a rickroll I swear to…
1) It was not a rickroll
2) It was super awesome!
3) No jumpscare or anything designed to freak you out, so doesn’t need an unreality warning (YMMV, of course).
Suspicious but curious. Curiosity wins!
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I’m too curious for my own good.
Im really curious
I did something like this before with an egg and nothing happened……
Okay, so I was listening to the song All I Want by Kodaline and I was thinking maybe I should try writing some preferences (not really preferences as I would use y/n but anyways) based off of songs. I know it’s been done before etc but I just think it would be fun to do. But since I am only educated in certain fandoms and universes? I guess. I will only do those I have tagged so please send in what universe/fandom, the pairing and the song you want done! Thanks!!!
I know this is a strange list. I will accept others not tagged if I know SOME about them but I do not feel comfortable trying to write about something I have never read/watched and don’t know the characters to.
So, has anyone else shifted, tried to or wanted to shift to Lord of the rings? Or is this just a me thing? 😅
“A year ago, I would never have pictured the way my life is now.”
— Unknown
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
i need all the help i can get for finals
Hey so
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
So you know.
This might be the real one, y’all.
Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.
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"So, Jackie. How has your week been?" Dr. Lee asked.
She scoffed. "Is this really what we have to do every time? We have been for almost 5 years."
"Jackie. I know you don't want to do this but it is mandatory for-"
"For what? Huh. My well-being? My mentality? All the other things you say to me every time I sit on this couch and listen to the same questions and give you the same damned replies I've been giving you for months?"
She stood up from the couch and started pacing the small room.
"You know, at the beginning of this I really thought it might help me. I thought 'You know what, I will give it a try.' Not because I had to but because I wanted to see what it would be like to have someone that might be able to listen and help me understand the way that I am feeling."
Dr. Lee sat still. Jackie wondered if this is what she wanted. If she wanted an outburst like this where she couldn't control herself and was able to hear every thought that was racing through her head and had been since months before the therapy began. At this point, she was too far gone. Jackie wasn't able to hold back her thoughts anymore.
"Jackie maybe you should sit down and take a few breaths" Dr. Lee said as she put her pencil down. She was trying to be as discreet as she could be when writing down some words from the outburst. But Jackie saw.
"No, Doctor. You want my real thoughts? Here they are." Jackie paused "Oh, you might wanna pick that pencil back up." She snarled.
Dr. Lee sat still, not moving a muscle.
"We lost half the people in the universe. You do realize that, right? Kids lost their mothers and fathers and mothers and fathers lost their children."
She leaned back into the couch and let out an exhasperated breath. Jackie didn't cry. She didn't grow up around sympathy which she always blames for her not-so-subtle lack of emotion.
"I see the other avengers as my family. Every single one of them. Even Jame-" She coughed to cover up the lump that she felt growing in her throat. "James and I have a long history. Of course not nearly as long as his and Cap's. But - I fell in love with him like I have never before and then the snap hap-" she took a deep breath "And then the snap happened and he was gone. Just like that. With half of my other family that I never had. They vanished. Turned to dust."
"I know this is incredibly hard for you. But you aren't the only one who has suffered."
"I know, Doc. I know that there are so many people that lost everything. But they weren't in the situation where they could have stopped him, we could have stopped Thanos if only we had known what his plans were months - years even earlier. Those damned stones." She laughed. "How is it that stones that look like something out of Dragon Tales could control the universe?! What the hell are we living in?"
Jackie rested her elbows on her knees and her chin in her palms.
"Instead of being here right now I could be back and finding the Avengers and helping them on whatever it is that they are doing to bring us back to a sense of normalcy."
"Then go." Dr. Lee said "I think we have covered enough this session. Wouldn't you agree?"
Jackie stood up and sped towards the door, twisting the knob and pulling it open but then stopped in her tracks and turned her head so slightly towards the doctor.
"Thank you." She muttered, sprinting out the door afterwards.
She ran as fast as her super speed would take her to the Avengers compound in New York, as she approached she saw Steve standing outside along with Tony who had just seemed to hand him his shield which made Jackie smile.
"So, is it alright if I come back?" She asked.
Tony and Steve looked at each other and smiled which she took as an okay.
"Let's bring them back." She said with tears in her eyes.
"Him" Steve said.
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Werewolf? Part 2
The next couple of days were spent sleeping and Sirius not allowing you to move from bed other than to use the restroom or take a shower. The potions Hermoine was making were working well to heal your wound, it was almost completely gone within three days. The only other thing you were worried about was the full moon. If you were a werewolf then you would change in the next day.
You sat on the couch in the sitting area, flipping through the newspaper with the headlines filled with death eaters and Voldemort, no other topic was relevant right now evidently.
You looked up and saw Sirius in the doorway, arms crossed and a playful smile on his face as he stared at you.
“What do you want, Padfoot?” You asked teasingly
“Just admiring” He said, walking behind your chair and placing a light kiss on your neck.
“What? My last moments of me knowingly being human?” You asked solemnly. You were scared to death that you were going to be a werewolf. Sure it wouldn’t be absolutely horrible, Remus made it work each cycle. Of course there were a few.. incidents.
“Look at me, (y/n).” Sirius said intensely.
You looked up at him with sad eyes.
“You have to stop this, darling. No matter what happens I am going to love you always and everything is going to work out just fine, alright?”
You nodded and he pressed a light kiss to your forehead. All that was left now was to wait.
Hours passed, you stood in the woods alongside Sirius.
“Sweetheart I don’t want you to be here if anything does happen.” You told him, watching the moon slowly rise.
“I will be okay.” He said, trying to reassure you.
You nodded. Slowly the full moon rose to its highest place. And when you thought the change would happen (and heard Remus along with other werewolves in the distance) nothing did.
You looked at Sirius relief flooding both of your faces. You ran toward and hugged him.
“I told you it was going to be alright, dear.” He said placing his hands on either side of you face and kissing you.
Bad Dream
Wow, two in two days and different fandoms?! Hope you all enjoy. If you want to be tagged in any of my writings or have any requests (not personal, just (y/n)) let me know!
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(y/n) lay in her bed in the Avengers tower, it was a Friday night and while everyone else was out drinking, she preferred to relax in her room and binge a show on Netflix.
Hours had passed and before she knew, it was 2 am. Deciding she was hungry, (y/n) walked down to the kitchen. She tried her best to tiptoe quietly as she wasn’t sure if anyone else was home, much less asleep.
As she came closer she noticed there was a small light coming from the kitchen. She was always afraid of an intruder, no matter how well protected the tower was there was always a small possibility that someone would be able to break in.
She ignited a small flame from the palm of her hand, one of the powers that landed her in the Avengers in the first place.
As she walked closer she heard a noise - almost like someone was singing. The door to the refrigerator closed, which was apparently casting the light and there stood Peter Parker, holding a sandwich.
He looked up and noticed (y/n) standing there, the flame still burning in her hand.
“(y/n)? Everything okay?” He asked, taking a bite out of the food after.
She looked back down at her hand, forgetting about the flame she ignited and clasped her palms together, extinguishing it.
“I came to get a snack and I heard something.” She said, looking back up at Peter and noticed he was only in a t-shirt too large for him and his underwear.
Peter looked down, realizing his current state and awkwardly walked behind the counter, his lower half out of her view.
“What about you?” She asked, walking towards the cabinet and grabbing a microwavable cup of mac and cheese, tearing it open.
“I couldn’t sleep.” He said, finishing off his sandwich and taking a seat in the barstool next to him
(y/n) nodded, placing the cup in the microwave.
“I also had a nightmare.” Peter said
You walked over to the island, leaning on the edge of the counter, “Do you want to talk about it?” you asked.
Peter hesitated, you could almost see the thoughts written across his face.
“They happen pretty often, actually.” He lightly chuckled “Always the same thing too, It was the mission about two, three months ago, the one with Loki. He took control of you.”
Peter looked up, you could almost swear that you saw tears in his eyes.
“You started to attack me and I tried to get you out of the trance but I couldn’t. Everyone was telling me what to do but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.”
At this point, a tear rolled down his face. You walked over to him, wiping it away gently.
“Peter, it was just a nightmare.”
“It’s silly, I know.”
“It’s normal. With all of the trauma that we go through in this job. Mentally, physically and emotionally it’s no surprise when we all get them every once in a while.”
He nodded, looking down at the counter and tracing his finger over the marble.
“You, know. You kind of make this all better. Thank you for talking with me, it helped.”
(Y/N) nodded “Any time. I know you would do the same for me.”
She finished her food and put the trash away.
“(y/n)?” Peter said
“Yes?”
“uh- nothing. Goodnight.” He walked away quickly, back up to his room in the tower.
Same old Peter.
