𓏲𝄢 ABOUT ME - i luv criminal minds, law and order svu, fairouz, pjo, the simpsons, seventeen, classical arabic music, qawwali songs, into the woods, old disney and bollywood fanatic, english folktales and history geek, i love film, i listen to music from all sorts of genres, i like to write on substack and read a bunch im also really active on letterboxd, in my head i live in northern italy in the 80s, i watch silly symphonies anytime i wanna cheer myself up and finally im in love w spencer reid, george omalley, alain denon, leo valdez, james spader, connor stoll, percy jackson, jake baker and charlie dalton and i desperately wanna resemble sophia loren.
𓏲𝄢 FAVOURITE MOVIES - cheaper by the dozen 2, qayamat se qayamat tak, donkeyskin, the umbrellas of cherbourg, hocus pocus, into the woods 1987, dead poets society, a streetcar named desire, monte carlo, the hunchback of notre dame, dilwale dulhania le jayenge, dil, tum mere ho and home alone 2.
𓏲𝄢 FAVOURITE SONGS - qissat el ward, bint el shalabiya, bizaker bill kharif, fe kawha ala mafrak and saalouni el nas by fairouz, ouda, bethebany and arzaa by hamid el shaeeri, tujhe dekha to from the ddlj soundtrack, paper solider and no one knows by brent faiyaz, alfi leila w leila by umm kultum, while you were sleeping by laufey, the lilac fairy's advice and amour amour from the donkeyskin soundtrack, bang bang and summer wine by nancy sinatra, i found my love in portofino and parloes parloues by dalida, la vie en rose by edith piaf, al taha7di and ma hada la hada by najwa karam dil to bacha hai ji and khuda aur mohabbat by rahat fateh ali khan and ay mere humsafar, gazab ka hai din and akele hain to kya gham hai from qsqt soundtrack.
𓏲𝄢 CURRENT READS - when the going was good: evelyn waugh and confession: st augustine
getting reqs from my favourite writers always makes me feel so giddy, thank you for trusting me with this lovely idea :3
synopsis: in which spencer will do whatever he can to make sure you’re comfortable- and to maybe spoil you just a tad- during your pregnancy.
pairing: husband! spence x pregnant! reader
genre: fluff !!
wc: 1.3k
notes/tags: talks of pregnancy symptoms (cravings, pain etc), reader is a little grumpy and dramatic but they’re allowed to be !! spencer is a sweetheart as usual, girl dad! spence !!
masterlist // pls reblog if you enjoy it helps promote the fic so much !!
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You blink awake to the very unwelcome feeling of throbbing across your lower back. It was becoming a common occurrence, but today it seemed to have a particular vengeance against you. Groaning, you shielded your eyes with one hand from the invasive glow of the sun, using your other to try and soothe the angry aching.
“Good morning.” A familiar gentle voice sounded from the doorway. You craned your neck to find Spencer standing there, the picture of warmth and comfort already dressed in a thick, cosy cardigan and with lazy curls framing his lovely face. “How are you feeling?”
“My back is broken.” You grumbled, attempting to roll over fully in his direction, before deciding the effort was just too much. He would have to come to you if that’s what he wanted.
“That’s no good.” He answered, and you heard the soft shuffle of socks on the carpet as he made his way over. “You think some breakfast might help?”
You whined like your heart had just been shattered, squeezing your eyes shut as you dramatically buried your face back into your pillow. “We ran out of those fancy muffins from the bakery across town. I think I’ll die if I eat anything else.”
The shuffling stopped in front of you, a shadow falling over the sunlight that had still been glaring through your closed eyes. Then, so subtly- as if you were imagining it in some hungry mirage, the sound of a paper bag rustling. Curiosity piqued, you let one eye pop open, but all you saw was your husband looming over you, one hand behind his back.
“Watcha got?” You mumbled half into the pillow, arching a brow that had him smiling down at you.
He crouched down, your view shifting from the loose threads of his sweater to his pretty face, his soft hair blocking the sun’s mean glare once and for all. Spencer leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, to the tip of your nose and finally to your lips as they at long last curled up into the smile he’d been waiting for.
“Enough flattery,” you lazily nudged at his shoulder, “what’s behind your back?”
Without a word, he revealed the paper bag with a flourish, beaming as your eyes lit up with recognition at the logo on the front. As if on cue a delicious aroma filled the air, the smell of fresh muffins (almost) alleviating the ache in your back as you scrambled to sit up.
“Woah, easy.” Spencer set the bag down on your nightstand before practically cradling you in his arms as he helped you.
“No time for easy.” You shook your head, reaching out for the muffins. “I can’t believe you drove all that way just for these.”
“I’d get you anything you want, all you need to do is ask.” He says, and you know he means it. After all, last week he spent hours driving store to store to store desperately searching for an out-of-season candy you’d been crying about the night before- and by some magic he’d found it. Spencer had never once made fun of your cravings, even when they were a little on the odd side. Even when they played with your emotional state like a ping pong ball, back and forth over and over. In fact, he loved to explain what was making you crave, which hormones wanted which chemicals and why they were so darn specific about it, anything to make this whole pregnancy thing feel just a little more normal for you. And no matter what, he always went to the ends of the earth to try and get them for you.
You took your first bite, the muffin melting into your mouth in a heavenly mix of sugar and warmth and all that is good in the world. You sighed, blissfully settling into your pillows. When you were in a better mood you’d make sure to spoil him rotten with compliments and cuddles, you made a mental note of it. One hand absentmindedly drifted down to your bump, thumb slowly strumming a melody across the fabric of your pyjama shirt.
“Better?” He asked gently, taking the empty wrapper from you and leaving it on the nightstand.
You tried to nod, but a sudden jolt of pain, sharper than you’d felt all morning, shot up your back. Wincing, you felt your shoulders tense as your back arched in a useless attempt to run away from the feeling.
“Why is she doing this to me?” You whimpered as Spencer rounded the bed, climbing in beside you.
“I know, honey, I know.” He cooed as your eyes scrunched shut. His hand found your back, fingers warm as they slipped beneath the hem of your shirt and massaged circles into your skin. The pressure helped a little, or maybe it was just him. “It’s normal, she’s just letting you know she’s growing properly.”
“No, she’s not.” You grumbled, but you melted into his touch all the same. “If that’s what she’s trying to do, she should have the decency to be gentler about it.”
Spencer huffed a laugh beside you, his hand still moving rhythmically against your skin. “The back pain comes from hormonal changes, from your muscles-“
“Loosening and changing and getting ready for birth etcetera, etcetera.” You nodded. “You’ve told me before.”
Spencer spoke again, his voice quieter and a touch more delicate. “I just don’t want you to worry.”
“I know.” You said softly, reaching to move his hand from your back and draping it over your stomach instead. Instinctively, his fingers cradled the curve of your bump, moulding to the shape of it like they were always meant to be there. “Do we really have to go to the doctor’s today? I don’t wanna get up.”
“I know,” he murmured sympathetically, his hand now sliding over yours on your stomach, “but we get to see her today. That’s exciting, right?”
“Yeah.” A fuzzy feeling spread in your chest at the thought. The first time you’d seen her on that screen, Spencer had cried, and you were sure you would too this time. You could feel her in there, squirming beneath your joint hands, a weird feeling at first but one that had quickly become a source of comfort. You were just beginning to feel better when a sudden pain shot itself through your back once again and you groaned. “You’re sure you can’t go for me?”
“You know I would if I could.” He sounded genuinely sad as he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I’d do this whole thing for you if I could.”
You turned your head, staring up at him with what you were certain were embarrassingly lovesick eyes. “You’d be my seahorse?”
“In a heartbeat.” He leaned forward, planting a kiss to your lips, to your cheeks, then the tip of your nose until you were giggling and he placed a final kiss to your temple. “I’ll go and run you a bath.”
Spencer began to pull away, but you grabbed his arm and tugged him back with a whine. He opened his mouth to protest, but right on cue, your baby girl was quicker as she began kicking beneath your hand.
“Oh, Spence! Quick, get back here!” You gasped, reaching wildly for his hand as he settled back down. You guided it into place, your own hand cupping his, and through his eyes you saw the moment he felt it. They widened just a tad, Spencer completely mesmerised just as he was the first time. And the second. It didn’t matter how many times it had happened by now, he was always just as awestruck. His nose scrunched that way it always did when he was about to cry, and you knew he was a goner.
“Fine.” He huffed, though his smile was growing and his body was settling back beside yours, beside hers. “Five more minutes.”
UNTIL I FOUND YOU PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND. ANNABETH FINDING THE COURAGE AND TAKING PERCY’S HAND. PERCY JUST FOLLOWING HER LEAD UNABLE TO LOOK HER IN THE EYES AND NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO AFTER IM GOING INSANE THIS IS GREAT FUCKING FOOD LOIS
percy choosing to make a sacrifice to sally and not poseidon in hopes that she’ll hear him in season 1 and tyson saying they should call someone wiser and stronger to help get a ride and calling sally in season 2 oh sally jackson you are so incredibly loved by your sons
The implications of a child of Aphrodite witnessing Percy’s devotion to Annabeth’s safety and coming to the conclusion that winning this war will be easier than they thought…
Clarisse holding the Fleece like a child, Percy snatching it away and handing it over to Luke like a child, Annabeth so small in Luke’s arms because THEY ARE ALL CHILDREN
a gigantic round of applause for whoever in the writers room came up with the idea that there would be one little crack in the opening of the cave that’s the perfect size for little percy to be able to watch as his girl is dying and his number one op comes to take her 👏🏼🙂↕️🙏🏼 you’re work is greatly appreciated
As much as I make fun of Percy for being down bad from day one what I really love is that he truly thinks this is regular friend behaviour. He’s unleashing his inner wattpad mafia boss for Annabeth, has her picture on his mirror, promises he’d burn down Olympus for her, seems offended there’s ‘another’ boyfriend and thinks it is purely platonic. And the best part is Percy is such a loverboy in all meanings of the world that that genuinely is understandable because he is simultaneously going to the sea of monsters for Grover, having Grover’s picture on his mirror, telling Grover he looks beautiful in a wedding dress, embracing Grover like the husband he presumed missing at sea and being so soulmated to his best friend that they dream together.
