#Support Team

[theredemption0412]

[rorichuu]

hii can I get a support class where the reader is mad and they accidentally hit them and then they cry cause they regret it :((((

SHARPER THAN WORDS.

pairing: support class x gn!reader

authors note: ooh, yes okay, I love this—I love a little angst... thank you for sending this in, friend! :) + READ DISCLAIMER!!!

disclaimer: death is mentioned in Sniper's and deeply exaggerated for the drama (aka life is more precious)... Medic's is the only romantic one, I feel like it fits better with the dynamic I was going for :((( I hope this clears up the confusion!! enjoy!!

MEDIC:

Medic's absence was hard to ignore, stuck in his operation room, experimenting on god knows what... spending night after night without him until the ungodly hour he finally rested. You sat in the rec room, bouncing your foot as your thoughts raced. Impatient, you let out a frustrated groan, launching yourself from your chair and walking towards his office. Your hand slowly opened his door, the creaking not evident enough to Medic. You frowned and leaned against the doorframe. "Hey, hon?" He let out a small hum, back slouched at his desk as he wrote continuously on sheets of paper. Assumably, his experimentations. "Gonna come to bed soon?" You asked, walking over to him with your hand on his shoulder. Medic dismissed you as he walked over to his operating table, continuing his work on the cadaver. You clenched your jaw and crossed your arms, visually upset now.

"Medic." Your voice was low and poisonous, he felt your tone run through him alarmingly. Medic turned his head, eyes observing your figure.

"Ja, Liebling?" (Yes, darling?) His eyebrows furrowed now, his hands now extracted from the body. "What is wrong, z'vy are you out of bed?" Not understanding why you were so upset, he waited till you gave him a response. You let in a sharp inhale.

"I haven't seen or talked to you in days. God forbid, weeks!" Your voice raised and hands flew out, clearly upset. Medic shook his head, continuing.

"Schatz, (Sweetheart/treasure.) you're being a bit dramatic," he said, upset his work was being interrupted. "Please, go to sleep. Es ist spät." (It is late.) He mumbled. Your head tilted to the side, offended of his tone.

"Pardon?" You squint your eyes, slowly advancing to where he was standing. Your hand was planted on the steel, medical bed, the other balanced on your hip. Medic sighed deeply.

"I can't talk right now, you know this," he glanced at you momentarily. "Work is work, it’s a responsibility." This was your final straw. Your lips formed a thin line, head pounding with a newfound anger... you were absolutely pissed.

Forcefully, you pushed your shoulder against his, his medical tools clashing against the metal as you stomped off. Though you couldn't see it, Medic stumbled on his feet and looked back at you as you walked away.

"Don't bother."

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The night rolled by at an excruciating pace as you sat on the edge of your shared bed. The light of the lamp dim as it shadowed your face. Sleep avoided you like a sickness as you held your hands on your eyes. Tears rolled down your face, guilt washing over you as you left that argument on repeat in your mind. Though it twisted and snarled into something far worse than it was, far worse than you intended, you drowned yourself in that guilt like a drunkard.

You flinched, a small gasp leaving your throat when you heard the door click open. That familiar figure lingered at your door for a moment before catching your tear-soaked face. "Oh, Mein Liebe..." (My love...) He whispered, shedding his coat and throwing it on the bed carelessly as he fell to your side. His hand comforted you as it placed heavily on your shoulder, he held you tightly before embracing you in a hug. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Liebling... (Darling) Oh, forgive me." He whispered on, your shared guilt now found in your embrace. You looked up at the man, and he pouted at your diamond tears. Medic brought his hand up and wiped your tears away. "Y/n?"

"I'm so sorry for pushing you. I didn't mean it, it was mean of me. I swear, I didn't mean to hurt you." Though you were crying in his hands, the man let out a laugh. You sat confused, gulping as you hid your face in his palm out of embarrassment.

"Oh, my love. It shouldn't be you who should be apologizing. I wasn't there for you when I needed to be. Ich war schuld..." (I was at fault.) Medic apologized, lifting your face to his. "Please don't cry," his humored smile comforted you, reminding you to know the situation wasn't as drastic as you had put it out to be. "I will be here for as long as you want me to." He kissed your forehead and wiped your cheeks once more.

"Let us sleep, meine liebe."

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SNIPER:

It was the end of the job, rain now poured heavily outside the windows as you tapped your foot angrily. You were leaning against the wall in the community room, the others noticing this as they slowly started to slip away from you. Everyone knew why you were upset, it happened on the battlefield... even the enemy team knew not to mess with you and Sniper's heated argument.

The door clicked open as the tall New Zealander walked in, his eyes quickly escaped from yours as he set his sniper down. You stared daggers into his back as he grabbed a mug of coffee from the pot. Sniper sighed and set the cup down with a clack. "Don't give me the silent treatment, Y/n." He spoke, the silence broken now. You took a deep breath before speaking.

"I don't need your help on the field, you know that," You spoke. Sniper huffed, shaking his head. "I can handle myself fine, and you know it." You pointed a finger at him as you walked towards the man. Your eyes are slight and glaring now. The man observed your argument before turning to face you.

"I know you can."

"Then leave me be, Mundy!" You exclaimed, the man lowering his head as he hid under his hat now. "My actions are my own. Those are my kills... and I can't afford to have you be responsible for my mistakes." You punched his shoulder as you spoke, stomping out and grabbing your coat before exiting on swift feet. As soon as the door shut, Sniper had let go of that breath he had been holding… for what seemed the entire time. Sniper stared at his gun, reflecting.

. . . flashback to the battle . . .

You held your weapon in your hand, eyes glaring at its violence as the outside began to curdle into muted noise. Anger was fueling your senses with little to no control. Your eyes lifted and finally caught Sniper's own, and you glared. And you knew why he was taking almost every kill of yours. You had stumbled once in battle, the enemy Demoman holding his signature blade to your chest as he stood over your injured figure. Holding it up high before plunging it into your chest. Suddenly, Sniper had taken out the Demoman, leaving you to respawn.

— What had angered you was that Sniper felt some sort of responsibility for you. To never let you go through that again. And having known and been close to each other for years; willing to lay each other's life for one another... he cared for you deeply.

To let you fall back into that pain, that horrid sight of you dying in front of him when he could have done something. It hurt him. Far more than he would have thought.

So he did what he could.

. . . present . . .

As soon as you left the room, your breath caught up to you. Your chest began to rise and fall quickly, that familiar burn in your throat making it hard to breathe. A sudden cry left your throat as you felt warm tears fall from your cheeks, begging for any kind of escape from your immediate regret. You swung yourself backward and opened the door back up. Sniper turned his head to find you wrapping your arms around his figure. His arms immediately found yours and took you in. "Oh, roo," He cooed, rubbing your back as he rested his head on yours.

Moments passed, and your crying died down enough for you to talk. Swallowing hard, you let out a big sigh, looking up at him sorrowfully. "I'm so sorry, Sniper. I didn't mean to—when I had hit you, I seriously wasn't thinking. I was so upset..." You found your voice hiking, your chest hiccuping again before the man leaned down and cupped your face.

"Y/n, I understand," He said to you. Leaving you biting your lip anxiously. "We do things we don't mean ta' when we're upset, and I would never, ever hold that against you." He sent you a small smile, quick, but unmistakable. You hugged him once more. "I just wanted to protect ya." You looked up at him again.

"I know. But you won't lose me, please know this."

"I trust ya, I always have ... but the fight is over now, yeah? We understand and don't need ta' dwell onnit now." The man said before ruffling your hair.

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SPY:

"God, why do you think you're so great? Do you really think you're better than everyone else!" You and Spy have been arguing back and forth till the clock ticked to the newest hour. Voices rise, fingers pointing, and all by you. Spy listened and gave you simple responses; you felt each dagger of his short 'answers' kill at your heart slowly.

He stood with his head high. And even though he was hurt by your anger and sorrow, he showed nothing but a furrowed brow. Believing he was annoyed by you, you sniffled and exclaimed: "Why won't you speak to me? Am I really that low to you?!" You choked out a sob with your response. You had lost sight of the argument. Your words were vulgar, mouth moving without second thought. Cheeks hot with anger and eyes threatening to spill tears. Spy broke little by little seeing you like this.

Écoutez-moi..." (Listen to me...) He spoke low, hand reaching out before you slapped it away.

"No!" You exclaimed, Spy clenched his jaw, leaning back to give you space from the sudden throw. "I... I'm tired of feeling like I'm under you!" You hit him. You flinch, regret washing over you, your hands shaking now. Spy went to hold you; to calm you from your sudden anxiety. You tried to pull from him, but his hold was firm. Slowly, you dropped your hands, falling into his hold as you mumbled slurred apologies. The Frenchman shook his head.

"Breathe, Y/n." He hushed, voice soft as you softly cried on his shoulder. Taking your time to calm down, Spy noticed your breathing begin to slow. Proud of you, he held your shoulders and guided you to sit down... swiftly getting you a glass of water for you to drink. You took it graciously, gradually drinking it as you felt yourself calm down. The man sighed, sitting beside you in silence. You sniffled.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, feeling your eyes begin to water again. The man shook his head.

"No need to be," he responded simply. "I never knew you felt this way, and I'm glad you communicated with me." You put your glass down, laying your head in your hands. You draw out a groan.

"No… when I hit you, I shouldn't have hit you, and I did," Spy rested a hand on your back, slowly rubbing to soothe you. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm not hurt. I'm okay, mon ami," (my friend) he took a deep breath. "I have never once felt you were below me, Y/n. Nor anyone."

"Not even Sniper...?"

"Ehh, well..." You laughed at his response, wrist wiping the last tear away from your cheek. Spy lets a small smile rest on his face as he leaned back, thankful your spirits were back up. "But I mean it, don't doubt I think otherwise." He stood and brushed off his suit, as he always did before standing. "Take as much time as you need."

"Thank you, Spy." The man nodded before hearing the door click open, both of you looked over at the entrance.

"Hey, Spy! I know Y/n was havin' a rough time and was wondering if you knew where they..." Scout stood awkwardly, his stature still; unmoving. "Oh."

"Scout, leave."

"Right, just a moment, big guy," Spy rolled his eyes as Scout held a boat with a taco in it. Flavored with your favorite toppings. "Y/n, you can have the last taco." The boy sends a wink and finger guns before escaping Spy's wrath.

(Spy was appreciative… :)

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rorichuu!

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TAGLIST: @simp999

[billornot]

[oddrustyy]

HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM THE PHILIPPINES HAVE MY FAVORITE SUPPORTS !!!

[crazycatsiren]

Currently obsessed with the hug sized hippo plushie I got from the flower shop today. He is just so friend shaped.

I named him Hippomoo. 🦛

[aphel1on]

compilation of dunmeshi images saved to my computer under variations of "FOUND FAMILY REAL":

[spurtcommerce]

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[ash-and-starlight]

sooo so happie to launch into space the art i did for this @zukkabigbang2024 for the beautiful fic

The Mercy of Magpies

written by the wonderful showstopping @ranilla-bean and betaed by the equally iconic @faux-fires. Featuring dilves, birdies, true love, war, crazy plans, dubious plastic surgery and a galaxy far, far away. Please check out the rebloggable fic post with its special cover art here (or jump directly to the fic, I can't blame you, it is That Good)

also, some extra juicy plot relevant characters pop up in later chapters and havent been included for 👀 spoiler reasons 👀 but you can already try to guess who they are who's that pokemon style <3

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Despite Danny's best efforts, no matter how much time past, Amity Park refused to see Phantom as a hero.

Sure, there were pockets of support, particularly among teens, but most of the town blames Phantom for the property damage, saying if he didn't fight the ghosts then it wouldn't be so bad, to that time he got mind controlled by Freakshow and "attacked" the mayor. It wears him down. It wears Tucker and Sam down. Jazz can only try to support them all.

Then one day, a member of the Justice League visits. Someone minor, and kinda a jerk... maybe a Wonder Twin? Zan? Whatever. They don't investigate; they don't look deeper. They listen to the town folks and declare the ghost hunters, Red Huntress and the Fentons, to be the official heroes of the town.

Worse? Danny Phantom is officially considered a villain to the Justice League. Tuck hacks into the Watchtower and confirms that they have a file (a heavily inaccurate file) about how to defeat Phantom.

Danny doesn't think he can do this anymore.

A few weeks later, a young villain escapes into Amity and demands (begs) that Danny help them escape from the hero after them. No idea who, I can't find a lot of info on teen villains in DC, so let's fudge some ages and make it Kyd Wyckyd from the Teen Titans cartoon. Danny agrees, because to hell with the Justice Losers, and they defeat the hero, becoming friends in the process. Kyd confesses that they became a villain after being ostracized bc of how they look, and they've been trying to avoid villain organizations because HIVE was abusive, but it's really hard to be a villain alone bc of all the heroes.

Sam gets an idea. Tucker agrees with the idea. Jazz is just happy they'll end up making friends.

The next day, the Teen Villain Alliance is formed, ready to assist with any teenage illegal shenanigans their allies might get into.

Some notes:

It's created to be a healthier option for teen "villains" to connect with others and support each other.

It's more important that this is for Teens rather than Villains. They're tired of adult villains taking advantage of them. The TVA would rather ally with a teen vigilante than with an adult villain.

Again, no idea who the teen villains are, but Klarion is definitely here. He leaves the Light for the chaos of the TVA. Maybe Ember is there too?

Timeline wise, this is around when Tim is still Robin, but Damien has arrived at Wayne Manor.

This is because, when it comes time to try to infiltrate the TVA, they'll have a convenient child-assassin who has none of the monitors of a teen hero that Phantom immediately picks up on.

Damien, who at this point has been abandoned by his mother, dismissed and scolded by his father, and has had no success at carving his own place in the family, jumps at the chance. He is then surrounded by peers who don't insult him or try to change his behavior (too much; jazz is trying to help him find healthier methods of expressing himself). He... might not want to continue being a spy.

Danny, Sam, Tuck, and Jazz are the founding members.

Danny reinvents himself as the High Prince of the Infinite, Prince Phantom Dark. He got kingship from fighting Pariah Dark, but since he's still alive, he's only a prince. He steals the last name Dark as an intimidation tatic against those in the know; only Danny would have the balls to claim family with Pariah.

Sam works as a powerless villain, but she might no be powerless? Either way, Danny gives her a bunch of repurposed Fenton tech, and she buys the rest with her parents credit card. She does NOT care if that's traced back to the Mansons. She would choose something goth, maybe something spider related or even bat?

I love Pharaoh Tucker, so I think he should get magic powers? Since pharaohs of old were considered the balance between the real and the divine. He's still a tech guy, now he's a tech and magic guy.

Jazz isn't really a villain, more of a team mom who's planning on using everyone's psyche's as her thesis paper. You know what, that's her callsign, she's Psyche. Sometimes she flirts with Nightwing.

[themandalalady]

23-235 Team #4

Today’s Mandala Message: Be Clear This week I’m working through Principle #41 from Jack Canfield’s “The Success Principles” entitled “Build a Powerful Support Team and Delegate to Them”. I set my intention today to ponder about being clear about what I want from my support. Canfield states: “Once you determine who members of this support team are, you can begin to build and nurture those…

[inkskinned]

hey btw if you're in the USA at  2:20 p.m. ET on Wednesday, Oct. 4, they're testing the emergency broadcast system. your phone is probably going to make a really loud noise, even if it's on silent. there's a backup date on the 11th if they need to postpone it.

if you're not in a safe situation and have an extra phone, you should turn that phone completely off beforehand.

additionally, if you're like me, and are easily startled; i recommend treating it like a party. have a countdown or something. be surrounded by your loved ones. take the actions you personally need to take to make yourself safe.

i have already seen mockery towards any person who feels nervous about this. for the record, it completely, completely valid to have "emergency broadcast sounds" be an anxiety trigger. do not let other people make fun of you for that. emergency sounds are legitimately engineered to make us take action; those of us with high levels of anxiety and/or neurodivergence are already pre-disposed to have a Bad Time. sometimes it is best to acknowledge that the situation will be triggering for some, and to prepare for that; rather than just saying "well that's stupid, it's just a test."

"loud scary sound time" isn't like, my favorite thing, but we can at least try to prevent some additional anxiety by preparing for it. maybe get yourself a cake? noise cancelling headphones? the new hozier album? whatever helps. love u, hope you're okay. we are gonna ride it out together.

[egophiliac]

(almost) four years in, and I finally had time to draw something for the anniversary! woo! 🎉🎉🎉

[hop-a-lot]

compilation of anons thirst for supports' body part

[clouvu]

Cooking up an older Clervie outfit design so I don't have to keep drawing her looking like her child self but Long

[crazycatsiren]

I've been remembering the fairy tales and folklores from my childhood, in which dolls and stuffed animals come to life at night, while humans sleep. Then when the sun rises, just before humans wake, they return to their inanimate state, until nightfall again.

My little guardians and protectors, surrounding me, watching over me all through the night, making sure I'm sleeping safely and peacefully.