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icepopstar5105us · 1 year

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Short but fun. Lol.

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Zatanna knew they were screwed the moment she saw the summoning circle. It was surrounded by ominous runes about death, dark kings, and power. The chanting started as the Young Justice Team watched in frozen terror.

“Zatanna?” Aqualad asked through the mind link as he tried to escape from the magical bind, “What are they doing?”

“They’re summoning something.” Zatanna replied worriedly, “The circle signifies it’s something powerful. Maybe royalty… something to do with death.” The summoning circle began to glow green.

“That doesn’t sound good.” Wally shuddered from where he laid — legs bound together.

“It probably isn’t.” Robin agreed.

The chanting finished, and a green light shot out from the portal. The summoning circle’s runes started to turn a brighter green until the runes erupted into green flames.

“Guys?” Zatanna’s fear shot through the mindlink, “Whatever they summoned just destroyed the containment runes.”

There was a rush of air as the lights flickered — the flames went out before the room plunged into darkness. There was a series of thuds, screams, and various noises of a fight. There were a few flashes of green and a childish giggle. The team was released, but they stayed in place out of fear. Two claps — the lights came up. A boy stood in the summoning circle. His white hair was tousled and his neon green eyes were sharp.

He gave them a teasing smile, “You can drop the fighting stances. I just took out your enemy. You're welcome, by the way.” His head tilted as he looked at the runes, “Huh. They were hoping for Pariah. Idiots — he hasn’t had been around for a good few years and even if he was, he wouldn’t have spared them.”

“Who are you?” Wally blurted.

“I mean, most people just call me Phantom, but there’s like a bunch of different names for me, so call me whatever’s most comfortable.” The boy didn’t seem to care either way, “You probably need to get going, so here.” A flash of green energy formed in his hand and when it went away, there was a piece of black paper with green runes written on it between his fingers. Danny handed it to Wally, “I can sense that you’re closer to my realm than anyone else here. Keep this on you for the next six years. When you think your death is inevitable make sure you have it and I’ll do what I can.”

“Okay?” Wally sounded confused, “What’s your realm?”

Phantom opened a portal, “I’m the King of the Infinite Realms.”

Zatanna and Kaldur flinched as Phantom stepped through and they looked at Wally with worry and panic.

“What?” Wally asked, “What’s wrong? I got a souvenir!”

Zatanna swallowed, “Wally…”

“Don’t.” Kaldur shook his head, and he turned to look at Wally, “Keep that on you at all times. Do not lose it. It may save your life later on.”

“Yessir!” Wally grinned, giving a goody salute.

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Wally had always carried that strange piece of paper. He hadn’t known what it was, but his friends’ worry made him keep it close.

It had never really done anything… until Wally was starting to fade into the speed force. He had to keep running or it was over. He wasn’t as fast as his predecessors, but he was helping — he was just the push they needed to win. He was about to die, but it was the only way to defeat his enemy and save the world.

So, Wally ran faster. He told Barry his last words and let the world fade to white.

When his vision refocused, he was standing in a dimly lit room with strange green fog.

“Where am I?” Wally asked, confused.

“I told you I’d do what I could.” Phantom stepped out of the mist.

“I never got to visit your realm.” Wally said, confused, “Is this it?”

“No. This is inbetween.” Phantom gave Wally a sad smile, “Your friends were right to be worried about you — they know the Infinite Realms by another name.”

“And what is that?” Wally asked.

“The realm of the dead.” Phantom replied, eyes softening, “It’s usually a difficult fate to avoid… but I pulled some strings.”

“So… You’re going to let me live?” Wally blinked.

Phantom nodded, “Yes.”

“I appreciate it, but why me?” Wally wondered.

The Undead King hesitated, but then he sighed, “I was fourteen when I died.” Phantom admitted, “It was an accident in my parents lab. Electrocution. I didn’t let my friends try to save me, because I wanted to protect them. So when my friend stepped forward, I told him to stand back… I took the hit and nothing could be the same, because I died. Later on, my protectiveness of those around me became something that other ghosts came to respect, but to be honest? I never should’ve had to sacrifice myself in the first place. I was too young.” He sighed.

“So I… remind you of yourself?” Wally asked softly.

“Well, an early-to-mid teenager with a nearing death date did hit a bit close to home, but it’s not particularly rare. Mildly uncommon, but… it happens. I wasn’t going to do anything. I usually don’t… but you’re unique in a way I couldn’t ignore. You have witnessed so much, and yet you stay so kind and bright. It’s something I’ve come to value” Phantom whispered — almost reverently, “There are very few people who can still find laughter, light, and hope in the face of tragedy. I couldn’t take that from your world… so I’m not. Not now, anyways. Your new death date is distant, but that can still change if you are not careful. Do not waste your life. The time you have is precious. Use it well.” Phantom said and then a smile crossed his face, “Say hello to your friends for me.”

The darkness began to fill Wally’s vision, and he startled from a place on the ground. He blinked the spots out of his vision and turned to grin at his friends. The disbelief on their faces made him feel awkward so he shrugged, “So… Phantom says hi.”

A smile slowly spread across Kaldur’s face. Nightwing also smirked at the comment— Wally wasn’t sure when he’d figured out what Phantom had given him, but he wasn’t surprised he had. Zatanna wasn’t there at the moment, but she’d probably be grinning too,

Wally was taken by surprise when Artemis tackled him into a tear filled hug. She knocked him over and Wally’s grin softened, “Love you, Arty.” He sat up and held her close, “Love you so much.”

Artemis sniffled and hugged him, “I love you, idiot. Don’t ever scare me like that again. You hear me?”

“I won’t.” Wally promised.

He had a ring in his dresser. He’d had it since his eighteenth birthday. Artemis’s mother had given her blessing. After nearly missing his chance, Wally wasn’t going to wait any longer.

He proposed to Artemis two days later.

“I got a second chance at life, and it made me realize… .” Wally had said, “Every day that I’m not with you, is a day I’ve wasted. Your laugh and smile mean so much to me and I want to see you happy every day. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He got down on one knee. Artemis had covered her mouth as she smiled, “Artemis, will you marry me?”

When she said yes, Wally had put the ring on her finger. They’d kissed and he’d spun her around in excitement.

Eventually, there was a new hero duo. The man was known as Blur — a speedster rumored to have once worked with Flash. The woman called herself Focus — her enemies rarely knew she was there until the arrow had already struck. Together, they could do almost anything. They lived a long time until they retired.

When Wally died, it was in his sleep. It was a peaceful death after a life of adventure. Wally had made the most of every opportunity he got. He had little to no regrets when he passed.

Phantom smiled as Clockwork showed him Wally’s fate. A painless death and a life well lived was the best fate one could hope for.

He knew he’d made the right decision.

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whiskygoldwings · 2 months

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Content warning: Fox whump - Palpatine's showing his true colours now, and Fox really just can't catch a break.

@ithillia - this is my Fox longfic I was talking about!

#star wars #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #commander fox #clone wars fanfiction #sw fanfic #star wars fanfiction #the coruscant guard #the coruscant guard need hugs #fox needs a hug #everyone needs hugs #except Bly #He's the giver of hugs

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thecouchslothv · 7 months

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#sadamitsu the destroyer #anime fanart #fanart #pixel sprite #pixel art #mad dog with a heart of gold #I will die for this child and his talking helmet and bike #the bike is also a space ship wrongfully imprisoned #Let him go zoom zoom to set hearts free #everyone needs hugs

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fanfictasia · 7 months

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Doomsday Chapter 14 - Endings, a star wars: the bad batch fanfic | FanFiction

Doomsday - Chapter 14 - Endings - Wattpad

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princess101855 · 1 year

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@skyloftian-nutcase

The calvary was called so it must be answered...

#silver called and summoned me #everyone needs hugs

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wispscribbles · 4 months

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I love your ghost design. I wanna squeeze him :⁠^⁠)

If no hug then why hug-shaped???

#thank youuuu! squeeze that mentally unstable adult man! he needs it!#ask #anon ask #ghostsoap #soapghost #my art #cod fanart #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap x ghost #doodle #fav hc about ghost is that he is so incredibly touch starved and everyone just assumes he hates touch #but Soap is so touchy he keeps forgetting not to hug and pat and lean on Ghost #and each time Ghost is like ‘what is happening to me?? why do I want to melt rn??? I think I’m in love???’#outwardly he is a stone wall as usual #until Soap actually remembers to give Ghost space bc he thinks that’s what he wants #and Ghost has to finally be the one to reach out and ask for touch #and Soap is the happiest camper #from then on they are stuck together with glue #this all has nothing to do with your ask I’m sorry #I’ve got ghoap on the brain I can’t help it #complete side note: I have many asks in my inbox and I’m so happy y’all write!! just pls bear with me bc I am very slow to respond

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thesadpuffin · 5 days

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Zelda Reacts Part 5

Thank you for your patience while I lost my mind over how many layers this outfit has :') I had the idea for this one early on and I felt like doing it before I get to some of the other requested outfits! I would have been so happy if they hugged at the end of botw 😭😭😭

Part 4: Barbarian <<<

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blackjackkent · 1 month

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More explorations through the parsed dialogue files. The nymph in Sharess's Caress (the one whose Fist client turns into a mind flayer) offers you a "moment of ecstasy" in return for saving her life - and apparently there are some character-specific dialog options for all of the origin characters (minus Lae'zel and plus Minsc) regarding their deepest desires. And I'm kinda having a lot of feelings about it.

Naoise Nallinto: The all-being. Here, there is no suffering. Here, you want for nothing. Here, you are anything. You have one word. Tell me: what will you be?

DARK_URGE: Sane. Naoise Nallinto: You are sane. Time dances on in sequence, the winding path of time evens, and becomes straight. With a quiet head, you can once again hear the song of the birds and the wind in the grass. You pluck a flower, and it does not bleed.

SHADOWHEART: Whole. Naoise Nallinto: You are whole. Within and without, free from expectation and the crushing burden of solitude.You are the entirety of you. Every path outward leads to adventures yet unknown. Every path inward leads to dreams eternally fulfilled.

ASTARION: Safe. Naoise Nallinto: You are safe. The winds of fate blow you to the warmest of hearths in the most cordial of inns. Your seething passions lead only to pleasure. The touch of the sun comforts your flesh, but never burns it.

KARLACH: Alive. Naoise Nallinto: You are alive. Your senses vibrate with sensation - smell, taste, touch, sound, sight. All alert to the beauty of now. The sound of your heart - your heart - beats a steady rhythm: Hello, hello, hello.

GALE: Wise. Naoise Nallinto: You are wise. The erudition of the ages flows through you and from you, illuminating the scholars who seek your counsel. You know yourself, for such is the beginning of all wisdom. When souls would drink the waters of learning, you are their font.

WYLL: Free. Naoise Nallinto: Then be free. You are an eagle, the most divine of messengers, soaring above the peak of Mount Sundabar. No man or woman, no devil or demon, no goddess or god dares confine you within one border or one creed.

MINSC: Minsc. Naoise Nallinto: Er - you are Minsc. You are the most Minsc. Wherever you go, there is only Minsc. Every step, every breath, every thought shall be - the Minsc-est. (DEVNOTE: Confused but making it work.)

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #karlach #shadowheart #gale #wyll #minsc #bg3 dialogue #naoise nallinto #sharess's caress #good old minsc lol #but ugh the other ones [sob]#even the durge one #everyone here needs about fifty hugs

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jedi-starbird · 4 months

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Time Travel is my favourite trope and I think we need more fics where both Obi-Wan AND Qui-Gon time travel together because no matter when they get sent it's chaos. They're saving the galaxy and being physic flash-bangs to everyone around them.

like before Bandomeer?

The entire council is baffled to watch as Qui-Gon 'never taking a padawan again' Jinn has suddenly cut off his post-Xanatos depression tour to return to the temple and beeline to the creche with a frantic energy. His wild eyes immediately single out a fluffy, red-haired initiate.

"You." he exhales with a pointed finger, slightly ominous as he towers over the child. Said child starts vibrating with delight. "Me." he agrees, launching himself at the man. Qui-Gon drops to his knees with a thud that cannot be healthy. Obi-Wan's attempts to clamber into Qui-Gon's robes and maybe onto his shoulders is thwarted by the fact that Qui-Gon's massive hands are cupping Obi-Wan's tiny squishy cheeks. He stares at the initiate for a few minutes with an intensity that is starting to worry people.

Finally, "You're so small." Qui-Gon sounds like he might cry.

'What the fuck?' Plo Koon projects at Mace.

"I'm 9! That tends to be the case!" the child chirps back.

"You're nine." Oh. Ah. Qui-Gon's eyes are distinctively misty. He squishes the boy in a hug so hard he squeaks. Mace makes a series of gestures that imply the need for a head-scan. Depa obligingly drifts off towards the halls. Qui-Gon scoops the child up onto his hip and claims him as his padawan on the spot. The assorted council members and creche-masters burst into noise. Mace tells Depa to bring some space ibuprofen as well.

after Naboo?

Anakin is a little apprehensive of his place in both the order and Obi-Wan's life, but then one day Obi-Wan wakes up and is suddenly a lot less sad in the force?? In fact, if Anakin didn't know better he'd say he was almost giddy, but he's watched Obi-Wan try to pretend his world hasn't fallen apart for the past few months so it can't be that, right? And um, Miss Bant? He knows grief is a funny thing that affects people differently but he's pretty sure 'massive mood swing' and 'having full conversations with invisible people' is not...great? and you said to tell you if Obi-Wan got really weird in any way.

Anyway after a lot of medical exams, intense consultation with the archives, and a couple exorcisms, Anakin ends up being raised by his 'real' master and his ghost master. He is far more well adjusted emotionally and far less well adjusted for what counts as normal people behavior(not talking to thin air). When questioned on this, all he ever says is that he's talking to Qui-Gon. Isn't he...dead? Well, yes. Wait, he's a ghost? Ghosts are real? ...Well this ghost is real.

This starts a great number of existential crises among non-force sensitives and incredibly heated theological arguments amongst the Jedi. Whenever Obi-Wan is questioned on this, all he ever says is some variation of "the force got to know him for 5 seconds and kicked him back out." Mace backs him up on this even though that reasoning is technically blasphemous. Qui-Gon is having the time of his un-life. He's ascended to his final form, his sheer existence is a heresy, this is truly all he has ever aspired towards.

the Clone Wars?

The minute they get dropped back Qui-Gon immediately goes and haunts the shit out of Dooku. They have a signed terms of surrender and promise of info on the Sith Lord within the year. Only half of it is because Qui-Gon's giving Dooku complexes that are only perceptible to shrimp, the other half is because they now have a ghost spy that is not bound by the laws of physics nor spacetime.

Obi-Wan only nominally pays attention to this as he immediately goes and implements his 19 step seduction plan with Cody (he had to focus on something on Tatooine to pass the time). It fails. Spectacularly. Publicly. Ah right. Tatooine was not exactly the height of his sanity. Everyone in the GAR and temple is now riveted by High General and Councilor Obi-Wan Kenobi's attempts to go on a date with his Commander, who bats him away him like a particularly annoying stray and seems one bouquet of cactus away from committing mutiny. Anakin is worrying if it means his master knows about his secret marriage and this is some sort of really weird power play. (It is, but not in the way he thinks)

The next time Dooku goes after Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon spends a good few months appearing tear-stained at the edge of Dooku's perception and only communicating in terrible wails and discordant mutterings of 'padawan. my padawan. my little one.' 24/7.

"Wait, you're annoying Dooku into surrendering?"

"Oh no Anakin, we're crushing his psyche like a bug. :)"

#everyone feel free to use these i crave more time travel fics #the sheer power qui gon would have as a fully communicating force ghost before and during the clone wars is astounding #qui gon with baby obi wan is like inconsolable sobs cause he never saw him this small and then his life was so sad and he couldnt even hug #him on tatooine but now look at his boy!!! so small and huggable!!!!#they absolutely weaponise baby obi against others his wet cat eyes are 1000% stronger now #they drop him in dookus lap like look grandpadawan:)#if you hold the grandpadawan maybe your sith behaviour will calm down :/#anyway them together is like they throw enough bullshit into the air to blind everyone while they speedrun important changes in the back #after naboo is like everyone offering obi wan condolences and obi responding yeah im going to need them the fucker wont stay down #star wars #obi wan kenobi #qui gon jinn #qui gon and obi wan #fic ideas #time travel shenanigans #codywan #anakin skywalker #disaster lineage #count dooku

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bluerosefox · 1 month

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Fenton Coded

Tim... Tim just stared.

He...

Huh.

He had once entertained the idea that he wasn't really a Drake, a very long time ago when he overheard his mom and dad arguing and some words were said in the heat of the moment, but to be honest Tim always thought the obvious culprit of anyone being his dad would most likely be Bruce (Bruce even admitted he had a small fling with his mother but that was two years before her marriage)

But before little Tim's curiosity could really take hold on the idea, he had saw on the news Robin performing a Grayson flip and the hint of Tim not being a Drake left his mind. Robin was Dick Grayson! And if he was Robin that had to mean Bruce Wayne was Batman!

Then well... his stalking of the Bats started and the rest became history.

But now, as Tim was staring at his own DNA test, something he never bothered to do until that damned Demon brat wanted to make sure he was ONLY blood son of Bruce (and doing a DNA test something even Bruce never thought of doing due to well… how he was towards Tim during his first months as Robin)

He well…

He kinda needs to find out who this Daniel Jackson Fenton is.

(Tim finds out he isn’t a Drake, but also not a Wayne (because Damian wanted to make sure he was only blood son) but is instead a Fenton)

#danny phantom #danny fenton #crossover #dp x dc #blue rambles #danny phantom dc #writing ideas #random idea #dpxdc #Tim drake #this time Danny is Tim’s bio dad!#he meet Janet when exploring a ‘dead’ city #coughhewasspookingpeopleawaysotheydontdisturbthedeadcough #only Janet seemed to take things in stride and not run off like everyone else did #she caught him eventually and they got to talking #and maybe some ghost booze as well #she did leave the next morning when she realized she slept with Danny #then bam a couple months later Tim was born #Danny doesn’t know #he does favors for the dead when they want people OUT of their resting places #but don’t have enough strength to do so #he basically gets commissioned to do it #Tim finds out his insane luck and need to tinker with tech is a Fenton gene #and liking people who can kick butt #he kinda wants to meet his dad #but is hesitant #Danny when he finds out about Tim being his son goes full Jack Fenton hug

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honeysoakedpetals · 2 years

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idgaf how cheesy it is, a text message saying *hug* is always a nice touch.

#me #everyone needs hugs #idc #ill be 50 and sending my son and husband a *hug* text

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t1red-twilight · 16 days

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1.5 pints

summary: you get injured on a case and spencer is…worried to say the least.

warnings/content: gn!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, medically inaccurate (i googled stuff but idk), spencer has ptsd, reader is implied to maybe have ptsd, cannon typical violence/injury (bullet wound), reader has self destructive traits, spencer is worried and quite overbearing, non-sexual nudity, spencer passenger princess confirmed, idiots pining over each other, like a significant amount of pining, friends totally share a bed regularly, that’s so normal and platonic, reader is an unreliable narrator at times, lmk if i missed anything<3

word count: 1.4k

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you had gotten injured after a case. it wasn’t anything serious, you had just gotten grazed by a bullet on your upper arm on your dominant side. it stung like a bitch, and bled quite a bit, but it wasn’t anything to cry over. even still, you were bandaged by paramedics before being sent on your way.

the case hadn’t been far from quantico, just a forty-five minute drive or so. spencer had silently insisted on sitting next to you in the suv. the air was awkward. not uncomfortable, per se, it was just that everyone in the car could feel that spencer was definitely upset.

once back at quantico, everyone split up to go to their homes. hotch informed everyone that you would all have the next day off. you searched through your go-bag for your car keys, when you suddenly felt a presence behind you.

spencer’s natural scent of linen and citrus would always be familiar to you. you’d recognize it anywhere. “hey spence.”

“how’d you know it was me?”

you turned around, shrugging. “lucky guess,” you smiled a lopsided smile. there was a momentary pause.

“is your arm okay?”

chuckling lightly, you shifted your weight onto one foot. “yeah, i’m alright. do you need anything?”

he was avoiding eye contact more than usual. “i think you should come over to my place tonight.”

you quirked an eyebrow. there was this unspoken arrangement the two of you had; you’d switch off spending the night at each other’s apartments. it had started when spencer began having ptsd-fueled nightmares again and you had recurring bouts of insomnia. and this consisted of sleeping in the same bed, to comfort each other.

“yeah?” there was an overwhelming feeling that he was more upset than he was leading on, and this was even more evident considering his behavior on the ride back to quantico.

“…yeah. i just want to make sure you’re okay.”

you snorted. “of course you do, spencer.” he finally looked up and resumed eye contact.

“what do you mean?”

“i don’t mean anything.” you twirled your keys around your finger, chuckling lightly at the thought of spencer being caught up in what was to you, a very minuscule injury. gesturing to your car, you add on, “well, we should get going then.”

he walked around to the driver’s side of the car and motioned for your keys. spencer wasn’t very keen on driving; he much preferred his passenger princess privileges and tendencies. confusion and minor amusement flooded your features. “you want to drive?”

“uh, yeah. you shouldn’t be lifting your arm, it could tear your stitches.” the sass in his tone almost made you double take.

“hey, i think i’ll be fine, okay? you don’t have to worry about me because i got scratched.” your tone was more genuine but still held a playful element. he sighs and looks a little incredulous.

“just let me drive. please.” taken aback, you hand over the keys and walk over to the passenger side. you raise your dominant arm to open the door. spencer quickly rushes over to open the door for you. “please don’t.”

“uh, okay,” you reply in a quieter voice. as you buckle your seatbelt, spencer gets into the drivers side seat. he somehow finds a classical station on the radio (it’s not all too surprising that he probably has them memorized), and the rest of the ride goes on without a hitch or bump.

when you arrive at his apartment, spencer runs to your side of the car. he opens your door for you, and helps you out of the car. “you don’t have to baby me, spence.” he mumbles out a response. “what?” you question back.

“can you please take this seriously?” your eyes widen at his more stern timbre. a semi-sarcastic thumbs up is all you give him.

the walk up to his apartment is exceedingly more tense. you try to focus more in the scent of the old building rather than spencer’s apparent disappointment in you. the building smells like, well, old building, and the floor creaks fifteen times on the way to the elevator and to his front door.

you both cross the threshold and he sets his crossbody bag down near the entryway. you didn’t bring up your go bag, as you have plenty of things at his apartment already.

he grabs your hand and leads you to his bedroom. he proceeds to hand you some pajamas: an old mit shirt and soft shorts that you left prior. you wait for him to leave, but he doesn’t. “are you going to let me change?” he looks at you exasperatedly.

“you can’t move your arm.”

“yes. i can.”

“you can, but you shouldn’t. please let me help you.” you just about roll your eyes, but you stop yourself.

“i can undress myself. i just got grazed.” you’re getting more annoyed.

“grazed? you almost fell over from the blood loss. morgan had to hold you up. the average human body has around ten pints of blood and you lost one and a half- that’s 15%. that’s not a graze-“

your eyebrows raise. he was taking this very seriously. “the bullet didn’t penetrate. i didn’t need a transfusion, and it was by no means fatal in any way.” injuries like this have occurred before on the team, and the team has recovered.

“yes, but if you lost 5% more blood, you might have lost consciousness and needed a transfusion. can you please take this seriously?”

surprisingly, you didn’t respond immediately. spencer, and everyone for that matter, had known you to be quite stubborn and not known to back down.

“you got shot. you should be taking this more seriously.”

“you could barely even consider it a shot, spencer. besides, it’s better me than anyone else.”

his eyes widen. “how can you be so reckless?” you don’t respond at all this time. you just look down at the clothes in your hands.

“please,” he quietly says your name, “you just really mean a lot to me. i don’t want anything to happen to you.”

if your eyebrows weren’t high before, they sure as hell were now. “can you promise me? that you’ll take your health into consideration more? i have no clue what i’d- what the team would do without you.”

his slip-up does not go unnoticed. “okay.” you swallow your pride. “i will.”

he sighs in relief. “now please, let help you.” his eyes glance up from the floor to meet yours. you nod and he steps closer. both of your movements are awkward as he places his hands on the buttons of your shirt. he unbuttons it quite slowly, and pulls it down your arms.

he’d seen you in more compromising situations before, so this is nothing new. “put your arms out, but not up, please.” he then proceeds to put his old college alumni shirt over your arms first before pulling it over your head. “i think, you can, uh, put the shorts on yourself. just don’t lift your arms too high.”

“i won’t. i promise.” you give what you think is a convincing smile and he leaves to the bathroom.

when he returns, he is also dressed for bed. he guides you to the bathroom to brush your teeth. he babies you as much as is physically possible, but you draw the line at him brushing your teeth for you.

“dude. i’ll be careful. i’ll just use my other arm.” the task proves to be weird and uncoordinated.

you both finish brushing your teeth at about the same time. you follow him to the bedroom.

his feet pad across the carpet softly. the socks he’s wearing isn’t shocking to you at all; it’s a habit of his he’s gotten used to. he turns on his lamp on the side table, and turns out the big light.

he draws back the covers before you can, and you swing you legs onto the bed. you pull the covers up to your chin before he can tuck you in or something. one can only handle being babied for so long, after all.

he has one of those fancy dimming lamps. it casts a soft glow over the room without being too overwhelming. and because he likes it this way, so do you.

he turns onto his side and places his hands under his pillow. you begin to turn onto your side, but he stops you. “don’t put too much pressure on it.” you compromise by turning your head towards him.

his eyes are big and his lips are slightly parted. his breathing is deep and slow. you don’t know who falls asleep first, just that you both slowly inched closer so that eventually there was only about two fingers worth of space between you.

#i’m so normal about spencer #everyone in this just lowkey needs a hug #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #fluff #spencer reid fluff #x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #fanfic #hurt/comfort

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tim-drake-scholar · 7 days

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Hey idk if anyone else needed this but hey look at Bruce not just giving his approval, not just giving affection, but truly appreciating Tim Drake and everything Tim has every done to help Bruce/Batman. I just think it’s nice

#Tim Drake should always get hugs!#look at how much he has grown since his red Robin days #he truly traveled the multiverse #and he fought everything and everyone to save Bruce #and for these little moments bruce appreciates it #pls ignore when bruce will do a 180 in the next issue and decide he needs no one #bruce wayne #Tim drake #tim drake: robin #td:r #red Robin #batfam #batfamily #batman 2016

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fanfictasia · 10 months

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Doomsday - Chapter 6 - Ord Mantell - Wattpad

Doomsday Chapter 6 - Ord Mantell, a star wars: the bad batch fanfic | FanFiction

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corpusdiem-seizethedead · 2 months

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Husk: I hate being touched

Husk: The last time i maintained physical contact with another person was in battle

Vaggie: Angel is literally in your lap right now.

Husk: *Angel lounging across his thighs* This means nothing. Fear me.

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nataliescatorccioapologist · 2 months

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The way Nat looks when people are slut-shaming her breaks my heart because LOOK AT THE HURT IN HER EYES…

I think everything her dad has said to her is coming up in this moment. That shame and worthlessness is all over her face for a brief moment before it turns to anger. She covers up that hurt and trauma right away and goes on the defense and lashes out because she has never had the safety of being able to show her vulnerability…

STOP SHAMING HER SHE IS TRAUMATIZED AND SHE IS BABY AND SHE NEEDS SOMEONE TO UNDERSTAND THAT THERE IS SO MUCH SOFTNESS UNDERNEATH THAT ABRASIVE FRONT SHE PUTS ON

#yellowjackets #natalie scatorccio #nat scatorccio #she is criminally misunderstood by everyone around her #she needs a hug desperately

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