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SPIDERS AND THREAD

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pairing: racetrack higgins x reader

summary: race has been flaking on dates more and more. you think he’s cheating until he shows up bloody, bruises and in a hero costume, one evening.

warnings: blood, cursing, description of stitching

a/n: ending is a little meh and i couldn’t think of a title. i’ll try to revise it later.

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Race is rushing to your table from the restaurant, tugging on his jacket in a hurry. Your head titled in slight confusion.

“Race…?”

Race snapped his head towards you. The apology written all over his face masking the urgency. “My uh…mom called.” Race explained hurriedly. “She—fell down the stairs and I gotta go to—”

He’s been doing this often, but you shouldn’t throw out accusations. Just be a supportive girlfriend. “Hey, hey—I get it. Make sure she’s okay.” You spoke sympathetically. Your hand on his arm rubbing it comfortingly.

Race gave you a weary smile. He hates leaving you early on dates especially when you look so pretty in your outfit. He felt terribly guilty. You got dolled up for him and he had to go…

“I love you.” Race kissed you quickly and ran out of the restaurant.

Does he though?

You’re sitting at your desk, mindlessly moving the swivel chair side to side. Thoughts running through your head. The events of the day replaying itself out. You were supposed to be studying for your test, but…you can’t help but think about the date.

It’s not the first time Race ended a date early because something important came up. The first time it happened was because Albert was throwing up a lot. Then it was Jack needed him ASAP for a project and so on.

You’ve seen this happen to one of your friends; literally watched the events unfold before you. Your friend’s girlfriend kept canceling dates or leaving earlier because of something that came up. Turns out the girl was hooking up with some other guy behind your friend’s back.

Race wouldn’t do that, right? The sweet, charming guy that brings you little trinkets that remind him of you? No way in hell would Race cheat.

You scoffed just thinking about Race hooking up with another person. So, you rationalized these thoughts, it was late and you were thinking about this too much, overthinking it. Your mind is just making up stuff to keep you awake to study for your exam next week. That’s right.

Suddenly, a quiet creaking from your window grabbed your attention. Your curtains had been closed since you’ve got home from the spoiled date. You grab the nearest blunt object to throw. The dark figure on the other side of the window, slid it open.

A soft groan escaped the figure. It never occurred to you it could be your roommate. Your sleep-deprived, adrenaline filled brain screamed at you, “Robber, thief, murderer, stranger danger—!”

So, you threw your blunt object as soon as you caught sight of a head. A small yelp escaped your lips. You prayed to whoever you wouldn’t die tonight. You haven’t even finished re-watching Superstore yet.

The figure tumbled into your apartment, catching the object without even looking. “Get out, get out, get out!” You shouted and threw one of your textbooks at the person like they were a bug on the walls.

The figure caught it again and quickly put their free hand up. “Hey, hey! I’m not going to hurt ya’!” The figure stated quickly as they saw you holding a second book. “Please, stop throwing things.” You shrunk behind the book you held like a scared child.

“Who—?” You asked nervously. Intricate details of webs on the costume. Red and blue colors. A spider sewn onto the chest. It is a dead give-away. One of their hands was pressed against his abdomen. Blood oozing out, soiling their costume. Holy fuck. Why was Spiderman in your room? How did he even get here? Did he just stumble upon your apartment? Oh god, and he is hurt.

“What—?” Before you can even ask a question, Spiderman tugged off his mask. Soft blonde curls damp with sweat. Blue eyes filled with exhaustion and affliction. A sheepish smile on his lips.

“Suprise.” Race said dryly.

He thought it’d be better for you to know now instead of later and…he doesn’t think he can catch another book.

“Oh my god—Race!” You launch out of your desk chair to the blonde. Panic running through your veins, your hands cupping his face like he’s fragile. Then it clicks, you realize it isn’t anyone’s blood and wounds, it is Race’s. Race is hurt—how can he just…how?

Your boyfriend. The man who can’t stand spiders, especially daddy long legs, is Spiderman. Spiderman. The fucking vigilante swinging around New York. Is this why he ends dates early? Because he is Spiderman?

You don’t want to believe it, but Race is right here in front of you. Your blue-eyed lover subconsciously leaned into your warm touch. “M’okay.” Race mumbled and kissed the palm of your hand. The comfort of your touch distracting him from the pain. “Just…need your help patching up.”

You went into overdrive. The information you learned was overwhelming. How long has he been doing this? How bad are his injuries? Will he be okay? There are so many risks to this. Spiderman? How can he do what he does?

Your hands were too afraid to touch his upper body as you looked over him. “God…oh—how did..? You’re bleeding a lot…and you look so tired and….how bad is—? I don’t know what to do—! Fuck…you’re bleeding a lot. That wound is huge and—”

“Hey, sweetheart.” Race grabbed your attention from your stupor with the nickname. “Calm down. I’ll walk you through everything. Can you help me to the bathroom?”

Your eyes soften, but his words don’t reassure you. “Mhm.” You pressed your lips together, the worry evident in your eyes as you helped Race to the bathroom. He leaned against the counter.

The first aid kit is under the sink. Race is peeling off the top half of his suit. A wince escaped him as the spandex stuck to his large gash. He ripped it away like a bandaid causing you to cringe. There is dried blood, sweat and dust all over his toned body—which you will not admit you stared at a little too long.

“I would’ve done this myself, but—it hurt to swing any more. I mean, it felt like my body was being torn apart.” He softly said, trying to decrease the situation on why he was here in this getup. A soft blush on his face. It is clear he still felt bad about earlier that evening.

Only a man like Race would blush when he has a gaping wound in his side. “I don’t need your excuses—I just need to help patch you up.” Your eyes hardening after you take a shaky exhale.

Questions and thoughts racing (hah.) your mind. Was this convenient or was this pity for earlier? This is kind of ridiculous—you were dating Spiderman. Race is Spiderman. He could’ve told you—said something so you wouldn’t think the worst of the worst. So you could help him from hurting himself further.

“Okay.” Race nodded slowly. He noticed your snappy comments. He masked the worry and guilt. “Douse a rag in rubbing alcohol and—gently clean my wound, please.”

Race walked you through the steps of how to clean a wound. Your boyfriend had bit into a rolled up hand towel to muffle his agony. Tears brimming his eyes at the stinging. Luckily, the bleeding stopped. It looked slightly less gross than it did before, and it was done quickly.

Your annoyance, anger dissipates for a moment. You look at your boyfriend who removed the hand towel from his mouth. “I—I don’t know how to stitch.”

Race nodded, his head glistening with sweat from the enduring the pain. “You know how to sew though. Just—sew.” He mumbled.

“Race…that—that’s not the same, I can’t just—why don’t we go to an actual hospital? They know better than you or I.” You tried to rationalize.

“Can’t.” Race shook his head, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. “I can’t—my blood work and genetics are fucked—please, sweetheart.”

Race begged softly. It seem the blood loss got to him. “I need you to do it. Please. I trust you. Please.”

You grabbed his hand, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. “Okay…” You say almost inaudibly. Race brings your hand to his lips, a silent thank you. Just like before, Race has a rag in his mouth. Hand gripping your shoulder. His eyes closed shut as your dominant hand delicately holding a needle. The other was on his side. Race shivered at your touch. “Don’t move to much, okay?”

Race hummed in agreement. You pressed the needle to one end of the wound and punctuate the flesh. Race’s hand gripped your shoulder tightly, muffled sounds of pain escape him. You try to get this done quickly. In and out, through and through.

And pull.

You watch the wound close up together seamlessly. It sealed like a piece of cloth and look up at your tired boyfriend. His head immediately falls on your shoulder. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He whispered and kissed your neck once or twice.

Your eyes soften. You take Race’s face in your hands and bring his head in front of you. Lip quivering now that you finished stitching up your boyfriend. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I—”

“Race, you’re Spiderman—and I didn’t know! You made me think—think that…” Your voice is shaky, overwhelmed with a number of emotions. Race is Spiderman—he could die at any point.“you were cheating—what if you didn’t come back from fighting a villain? I don’t want to go to a funeral. I can’t—not when it’s the love of my life.”

“Oh, Y/N…” Race hugged you tightly despite the pain blooming in his side. “I’m not going anywhere, or dying—god, I wouldn’t even think of cheating on you, y’know that?”

A few moments of silence.

“Help me.” He mumbled and put his arm over your shoulder. The two of you exit the bathroom. Race was doing a little bit better than before, but you still had to support his weight. You both sit on the bed, Race taking your hands.

“I wanted to tell you, more than anything in the world, but—” He paused. “But…I couldn’t let you get hurt or worse for knowing about me.”

His voice cracked slightly. “If—if you got killed because of me…I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I just—and what if you thought I was a freak. I—I can climb of walls for fucks sake and have a sixth sense—” All of the thoughts that kept him up at night spilling out.

“Race—you’re a superhero, shut up.” You stated bluntly. Sometimes Race just needed to hear things as is. You grabbed some joggers he left here and gave it to him. You were no longer anger or afraid, just tired. So tired.

A soft sight escaped you. “You’re tired, I’m tried—this conversation should be for tomorrow.”

Race’s lips parted slightly to retaliate, but a wave of exhaustion hits him. He changed into the grey joggers and got into your bed. You gravitate towards his body heat and bury your head into the crook of his neck. “My boyfriend is a goddamn superhero.” It sounded more in awe. You leaned up to kiss his lips. Race kissed back with a little more passion than intended. Race and you fall asleep in each others arms, knowing—

—at least for tonight, that everything will be okay.

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justiceforfoxface · 21 hours ago

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MY BONNIE

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pairing: racetrack higgins x fem!reader

summary: after a year without seeing her, race is able to see her beauty in the moonlight. he’s able to see her, once again.

warnings: small mention of death

a/n: an idea popped up and i couldn’t stop writing. i don’t think “my bonnie” was an actual sea shanty, so we’ll pretend like it is.

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The Seven Seas are dangerous to navigate with the vicious weather and the creatures haunting the depths of the ocean. From krakens the size of two pirate ships to mythic Scylla to serpents that feed on the mutineers to the dangerously beautiful sirens.

The sirens are most common within the Seven Seas. Pirates are wary every time they voyage across the seas. Race even more cautious. He had been a survivor of a few siren attacks. His crewmates don’t believe him. They laugh and mock because all pirates know…once you hear a siren’s song— you are dead.

The moonlight and stars twinkle in the night sky. The crew mates of the Crooked Star laughing drunkenly. Albert or Romeo had found the alcohol stashed below the deck. It caused for a mass party among the crew.

What were they celebrating? They don’t even know themselves, but everyone loves a good drink of alcohol after being on the seas for so long.

Race was leaning against a barrel. A wooden cup of alcohol in hand with a cigar between his fingers. The lanterns on the ship illuminating the wooden deck orange and yellow. A wide tipsy grin on his face as he watched his crew sing sea shanties and dance.

“My Bonnie lies over the ocean!”

“My Bonnie lies over the sea!”

“Well, my Bonnie lies over the ocean!”

“Yeah, bring back my Bonnie to me” “Yeah, bring back. Ah, bring back”

“Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me. To me!”

Yet, something combated the pirates’ singing. Something magical, enchanting to the ears. Something luring. Race could recognize it within seconds. He could always recognize their songs.

It sobered him up real quickly.

“Sirens!” Race’s voice boomed over the singing. The word sobered everyone on the deck real quick. Wooden cups, empty or not, were discarded. Hands covering their ears. Alcohol staining the deck, but they could get the stains out—if the crew survived.

“Beeswax!”

Again, Race’s voice boomed. He’s learned well enough beeswax can muffle the songs of sirens. If that didn’t work, you better tie yourself to the mast of the ship.

Race was able to shove the beeswax into his ears when he saw his friend, Mush, mindlessly walking towards the edge of the ship. The pirate gritted his teeth and launched himself at his entranced friend.

“Mush, you idiot!” Race shouted with intensity. He would not lose his friends to these creatures. Albert helped Race tie Mush to the mast of the ship.

Once you hear the sirens’ song, you couldn’t get out until they stopped. Race rushed to the railing of the ship. He could see the heads of the sirens, peeking out of the dark waters. For a second, he thought he recognized one. A siren from the last attack he went through. That was impossible though.

Jack stormed to the edge of the ship. His face stern as he held his flintlock pistol. A shot rang out. The heads of the sirens submerged in the water quickly.

Race’s heart was beating against his chest. Adrenaline pumping through his veins. All is calm, but you could never be too sure. Mush’s head lolled to the side as he regain his senses. The other crewmates of the Crooked Star wearily glance around at each other.

They look at Jack for orders. Jack looked at Race. At least none of his friends will mock him for “surviving” sirens now. Davey crouched and put beeswax in Mush’s ears. Thankfully, he was the only one who was entranced.

“Retire to your bunks, keep the beeswax in until the morning!” Jack barked the command and glanced at Race. A silent thank you passing his eyes.

Lanterns were blown out as the pirates dragged their bodies below deck to their hammocks. The hangovers tomorrow would be a lot to deal with. Race decided to stay out on the deck. An exhausted look in his eyes. He picked up one of the wooden cups and filled it with alcohol, well—half way. There was barely any left.

The moon was the only light source he had as he leaned against the railing of the deck. A cool breeze blowing through his hair. Race was with his own thoughts for a moment or two when there was a thump and a splash.

Faintly, he can hear a hum. He can’t hear the tune, so against his survival instincts—he takes out the beeswax. He hopes, he prays.

He can hear, clearly, someone humming “My Bonnie”. The shanty his crew was singing earlier. His heart beats against his chest, for a different reason, not fear, but love.

“You humans put words together that don’t make sense and call them songs.” That only confirmed his suspicions.

He turned around and there, right there, was the dangerously beautiful creature he warns others of. She had the face and the upper body of a mortal woman, but that doesn’t dismiss the tail hanging off the deck. The scales that captured moonlight.

Right there, sitting on the edge of the deck was his Bonnie.

“Bonnie can’t lie over the ocean. It’s impossible.” The siren stated. She’s leaning back on her hands. Her hair slicked back against her head due to the sea.

“Y/N…” Race let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. It had been so long since he heard her voice, seen her face, her tail, her beauty. It was his Bonnie.

“Hello, my love.” Y/N smiled.

Race tackled the siren in a hug. His knees slammed against the deck. His shirt getting soaked with the water running off her body. He didn’t care— he was just so happy to see her.

Y/N hugged the pirate back. She can feel the weight of emotions through one single hug.

The siren and pirate first met during Race’s first siren survival. He had been the only one to survive out of a crew of 20. This intrigued Y/N. Pirates hadn’t figured out how to survive siren attacks back then, so she was curious.

Fortunately enough for her, curiosity did not kill the cat. Though Race was weary and young, he wasn’t naive. He knew he should’ve killed the siren, yet he held a conversation with them. Maybe it was the despair realizing he was the only one left or possibly, his teenage hormones that couldn’t resist a beautiful creature. Y/N’s company made his sailing a little more bearable.

They talked, laugh, spoke to each other about their dreams every night. Every night, until Race reached land. Y/N returned to the ocean, but not without leaving Race a gift. One of her scales. It was one of the smaller ones, but it held memories. Memories that Race interpreted they both enjoyed each other.

Race confessed his love the second time he saw her. She accepted. He was still young, early 20s, but now…now that he’s a little older and matured — he knows, he knows his love isn’t some infatuation, but true, pure love.

“I see you found yourself a more suitable, stronger crew.” Y/N stated her observations for earlier. Her and her sisters were close to getting one to feed on, but Race got in the way of that. Not that she could be mad.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Race pulled back from the hug to cupped her face. A million of words being spoken with his eyes. “A year away and I still recognized you.”

“A year away and somehow, I’m still dreaming of when I could see you again.” Y/N admitted softly. She glanced at a soft colored silver chain around his neck. She reached out to remove it from under his shirt.

It was her scale on a necklace.

Race kissed her forehead. “Had to keep you close, somehow.”

The pirate sat down next to her. Legs hanging off the deck next to the scaled tail of his love. It still feels unreal that she’s here. He’s praying he isn’t hallucinating from the alcohol and cigar from earlier. “May I?”

Y/N doesn’t respond back. It was something they both needed after being apart for a year. Their lips meet, a contrast in temperature. His warm lips against her cold lips. The smell of the sea on her skin makes him feel dizzy. If the sea and moonlight were a person, it’d be her.

Her hand cupped the back of his neck, deepening the reunion kiss. They kept kissing and kissing until Y/N was warm. They pulled away, but Race hugged the siren once more.

“I missed you so much.” He reiterated.

“I missed you too, my love.” Y/N said it back.

“I didn’t know you were on this ship until I saw someone tackle their crew mate.” Y/N giggled quietly, remembering the scene from her perspective in ocean. “I hate you for being able to prevent our attacks.”

“Well, I survived two others. I would be stupid to not use this knowledge to my advantage, sweetheart.” Race snickered and wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.

It was silent for a moment. The couple enjoying each other’s presence. The moonlight reflecting off of Y/N’s scales softly. Race’s body heat keeping Y/N comfortable in his arms. The ship aimlessly sailing north.

“Does the song really mean a woman is lying on the ocean water?” Y/N asked softly. Her curiosity was one of the things he admired about her.

“No, sweetheart.” Race kissed her forehead. “The song is about someone they love caring about the other’s return.”

He paused letting her process. “In this case, us pirates, sing the song in hopes we return to our loved one. Like my captain, Jack, is waiting to return home to his wife, Katherine or my buddy, Romeo, hoping someone is waiting for him at the dock for his return.”

“Or me, waiting to be reunited with you.” Race muttered softly. Y/N glanced up at Race. A small, loving smile on her face as she leaned up to peck his lips.

“You should be singing my Bonnie lies in the ocean. My Bonnie lies in the sea.” Y/N joked with a giggle.

Race matched her smile. “Well, my Bonnie lies in the ocean. Yeah, bring back my Bonnie to me. Bring back, bring back. Bring back my Bonnie to me. To me.”

Y/N leaned her head against Race’s shoulder as he sung the modified words to “My Bonnie”. It was special to them. Only they would know the true meaning.

And when they parted ways, they had a new song to hum when they missed each other. Not a siren song or a sea shanty, just their love song.

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