I Once Read Something Like This, But Jamie Was Happy To Die Before Roadie. Yeah, It Hurt Worse.

I once read something like this, but Jamie was happy to die before Roadie. Yeah, it hurt worse.

Angela: Jamison this isn’t easy for me to tell you but...

Junkrat: go on give it to me straight doc I’m a big boy.

Angela: There’s... a number of tumours in your brain... all of them cancerous...

Junkrat: ...Oh.

Angela: I can treat it but it’ll be a long and quite frankly difficult and painful process.

Junkrat: ...Okay...

*A few hours later*

Roadhog: Howd your medical g-... rat?...

Junkrat: *hands him his paperwork* ...

Roadhog: *reads it quietly* ... *gently picks Jamie up and hugs him tight* It’ll be okay... we’ll get through this.

Junkrat: *cries into his shoulder* okay... I’m scared roadie.

Roadhog: I know... and that’s okay...

“Why Worry?”

This is a Fandom Insert as well as a reader one. I will be using Supernatural, Criminal Minds, and Marvel as examples, because they the ones I am currently obsessed with and I feel they fit the different fandoms well. (Sherlock? NCIS? Criminal Minds. Anything superheroes? Marvel. Buffy the Vampire, Teen Wolf, or anything of the sort? Supernatural.) This is a song-fic of the Set It Off’s Why Worry, and as in the music video, there are two of you.

Warnings: Don’t trust the narrative. Violence, battle gore, and such. Cursing.

Word Count - 1203

Dyed haired, freckled, dimpled, slight accent, and any skin-toned Reader. (Non-binary, interchanging pronouns with a realistic jiggly body)

Sorry, in advance, Blonde, blue-eyed, white chicks that are reading this.

As of late, you haven’t recognized yourself in the mirror. You’re slim, with a clean face, no marks anywhere. You’re exactly what you always dreamed to be. “Yeah, right.” Frick, that voice, it must exist to annoy you. Seriously. It was nothing like your previous demons, though. It seemed to almost be something else... Screw it. Let’s think of this another time. You finally get to go on a mission, a case, that they had never allowed you to go on before. The nerves “started” eating at you, harshly. You have been thinking about it all night, but you slept like a baby, probably looked like one too.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, the owner most likely predicting how you were feeling. People have been reading you like an open book. “They haven’t before.” “The sinking feeling sets.” You mumble, talking to shut up the sound from continuing. You almost started to proceed to, well, feel whole again as you kept talking, but not as sure as to why you are feeling this way. “It feels like a hole inside your chest.” The guy nods as you look up to them. It was exactly who you expect, the one person that you feel that you could confide in, (Your Favorite male Character).

Before he could try to ease your tenseness with his words, your team leader starts going over the plan.

Did you pay attention? The best you could, because your body started to feel, what is the termination... “Can’t find the correct words? Wow, you really are feeling out of it.” He is talking a lot more often- With that your ocean waves started to close, your body plagued with sudden fatigue, and 

black.

You arose without air, holding your big chest. You ran your hand through your natty hair, NATTY? How long were you out? “I know what you’re thinking.” Shut up. “No, no, no, no. I can’t have messy hair!” the voice mocked. Okay, ignore them, (Y/N), you got a job to do. Just join, I guess. “Easier said than done.” “Not helping,” You said out loud, annoyed. You grab your weapon, something that still felt foreign to you. Even before “everything changed.” You never felt like you needed it. “I know you hate me, but please, let me attest, on how you should go about this.” Never.

After a while, it didn’t take you that long but you were focused more on the argument in your head. You ran into so many things and even went in the wrong direction, however, your skin remained clear without any bruises. You managed your way into the compound, from a complete hidden entrance. At every camera, that you knew that wasn’t being looked at if your earpiece was anything to go off of, you winked. You were in your element, which you haven’t felt in a long time. You didn’t feel the stereotypical emotions, the reason why is beyond you, at the moment anyway. Found it, “It” being the Security Camera room, not the answer to any of your questions. You walk in and grabbed the woman, who was obviously the boss’s wife. “Relax.” (Skipping some lyrics, because of gees.) She didn’t but acted as calm as she could. She had her pistol aimed at you, but it was clear to anyone that she had never shot a gun before, let alone hold one. If that stance was anything to go off of. “Tell me,” You smirked, hitting the microphone button, “Why? Please, tell me, why do we worry? Huh, my dear?”

“I-I don’t-” 

“Why? When worry is never helping, tell me!” 

“I-I- What?” 

“Let’s take you to your mob wifey.”

You quickly link your earpiece to the intercoms.

“Let’s take these issues, step by step by step-“

Perks with being friends with nerds!

“To work it out. Day by day, by day, we’re falling down.“

What? No, we knew how to do that! That is basic programming.

“But life goes on!“

“Basic programming”? Who the fuck do you think you are? I didn’t know that.

You? I? What-

You kick down the door, with your arm around the mistress. “Hello~! We were feeling kind of left out, forgotten. We wanted some action too~!” Your voice teased your tied up comrades and sworn enemies. It sounded like you, but you wouldn’t say that- “I’ve got some questions.” 

“Questions, yes! Ask away!” the leader shouted, not liking the weapon near her wife. “Are you sick of feelin’ sorry?” you asked, accent and all. “People saying ‘Not to worry’?! Sick of hearin’ this hakuna matata motto crap from people who won the lottery?” “We’re not that lucky.” The mobster answered, honestly. You nodded, “Have you noticed that you’re breathing?” Your arm left the terrified woman, looking at both of the groups. “Look around! Count your blessings,” You started to yell at them, walking around every individual. “So, when you’re sick of all this stressin’ and guessin’, I’m suggesting!” You were going to leave it at that, but your mouth to seemed to start continuing on itself, “Chin up.” Your body moving on its own. You brought your best friend’s face up by his chin, “Quit actin’ like you’re half dead.” You winked, as you continue and walked over to your crush, that is a man- Yeah, no, that is a bad-ass woman with a beautiful smile. “Tears can only half fill how you’re feelin’. Baby, don’t worry, be happy.” You proceed to gesture to rest of your family to stand up, just to hear the leader join in, “Stand up, life is too damn short.” “That clock is ticking.” You added, as she finishes your verse, “Man up if ya feel me.” “Everyone sing it!”

As everyone starts to sing, you hear “Fine, you win.” You smirked and turned around to face the woman you used to see in the mirror. You wink as you started to ruffle your hair to make it fall in your own face, your dyed lock fell over your (e/c) eyes. Your smirk gets bigger as you saw your arms jiggly as you clapped along to your family and new friends’ music.

“You might’ve been considered perfect, but not to me. That guy in the mirror is me, this jiggly body could get insulted by people like you and I will still be the better person.“

“Now, you’re full of yourself, (Y/N)“

“That’s your Highness, because bitch, ‘m perfect.“

That you are.

I watch Supernatural with my mom, and since we both been busy, we can’t watch it together. (We ain’t watching the rest of the last season without the other, either.)

But, I have been spoiled.

Now, I whine and whimper when I see “Destiel”

And I haven't even seen it yet.

Waiting for a part 2, with a broken heart.

“I don’t leave messages. If I wanted to talk to a machine, I’d talk to my VCR.”

Here you go anon. Thank you for requesting. :)

Part two coming soon!

It came too fast.

You heard it, before you felt the bullet hit your side and you went down hard. Spencer was the closest to you and he rushed to help you. You saw JJ come closer to you too, along with Alex before you closed your eyes. “(Y/N), no no.. stay with me,” you heard Spencer’s voice close to you. You felt his arms around you .. for the first time. You had always imagined how that felt like. But you didn’t think you’d find out here, like this.

You were dreaming of Spencer. Of his eyes, his lips, his jaw. His smile. The way he would say your name. Just everything about him made you smile. And now you were dying. You were going to die without him knowing how you felt. How long you had loved him. 

You heard beeping noises and could tell you were in a hospital. Then you heard a voice in the distance, “So is she going to be okay?” JJ said to the doctor. You half opened your eyes and saw her face. She saw you and rushed to talk to you. “Hey (Y/N) … how are you feeling?” she asked softly.

You had to think about that for a moment. You didn’t know how you felt, besides that you felt like you were hit by a bus. “Umm… I’m ok..” you mumbled. “Where’s-”

“Everyone?” JJ finished your sentence, as you nodded. “There’s a case and everyone left. I stayed behind for a bit but I have a feeling they might need me soon.. I’ll have Garcia come see you in a few okay?”

“Okay..” You nodded and JJ gave you a small hug. You saw her leave and sighed. How long had it been since you got shot? It felt like minutes but you knew that couldn’t be right. There had to be something to tell what day it was. You turned to the door and saw nurses and doctors walk by and before you knew it, Penelope walked in carrying a basket full of things. “My lovely!” she chimed loudly and you managed to give her a small smile. She hugged you tighter than JJ had and you grimaced. “Oh I’m sorry love, I’m sorry. I brought you some goodies.” She put down the bag and she had with her and took out some flowers, some candles and some of you personal things. Your clothes, your hairbrush, and other things.

“Thank you..” you mumbled and tried to sit up. “So.. where is everyone?”

“They went off to a case, you know, like always. Crime never rests.” She smiled and patted your hand. “But everyone has been here to see you … um, except Reid.” Your heart stopped at the sound of his name. Why wouldn’t he come and see you?

“What do you mean…?” you said softly, trying to keep from asking what you were really thinking.

“I’m not sure.. I think this is just hard for him. I’m sorry (Y/N), not sure what’s going on with him. I think.. I think he’s just having a hard time with you, almost dying. The bullet was lodge in your kidney and you were in surgery for hours.. apparently there was internal bleeding and everything.. I don’t know the medical terms, I’m sure Reid does that’s why he was panicking about you dying and after the first day.. he couldn’t be here.” You listened to her explanation and wondered why Spencer had taken this so hard.

Maybe there was hope.

Days went by and finally you went back home from the hospital. Everyone had stopped by to see you .. except Spencer. You had called his cell phone several times but no answer. And you were not leaving messages .. there was no point. You were hurt and confused about him not sticking around to see you. You didn’t understand why he never called you back or didn’t come back to the hospital or to your apartment to see you.

When you finally went back to work, you were greeted by everyone and by so many presents and cards and balloons on your desk. You sat down and read through all of them, smiling at each one. You knew this was your family and you were happy everyone was worried about you. Well .. almost everyone.

“(Y/N)” Spencer said, looking down at you. You looked up and gave him a small smile. “Listen I.. I’m sorry I didn’t stick around um..”

“Let me stop you right there.” You stood up and looked up at him, since he was a good 7 inches taller than you. “I don’t mind that you didn’t stick around, I don’t mind that you wouldn’t call me back-”

“I thought you would leave a message,” he said, interrupting you.

“I don’t leave messages. If I wanted to talk to a machine .. I’d talk to my VCR,” you said, raising your voice slightly. “I mean, really… what do you want from me Reid? You don’t stick around, you don’t call me back, you don’t even answer your damn phone. As far as Penelope told me, I flat line in surgery and you didn’t even have the nerve to come around when I was at the hospital or even home. You know where I live..we’ve pulled all nighters working or just having movie nights for god’s sake.” Your anger was growing by the second.

“You called me Reid…” Spencer mumbled, hanging his head. “You never call me that..”

“Come on, Re.. Spencer. I get it, you didn’t stick around and that’s fine. I don’t care. Right now all I want to do is catch up on what I missed the past few weeks okay? I don’t have time for riddles or questions or wondering what things are.” You sat back down and started looking through your paperwork. You felt Spencer leave without another word and held back tears. 

How dare he even talk to you now? He didn’t care enough and that was fine with you, you just had to get over the feelings you had for him. 

How hard could that be?​ 

This is a random time to realize the height difference.

“You couldn’t have done that earlier?” “I hate you.”