#Don’t mind me. Just rambling while on painkillers.

[ray-elgatodormido]

With Origins’ release… Idk if I want to pick it up. I loved the demo and the gameplay is right up my alley but the story is something that makes me hesitant. When playing a game I cannot ignore the storyline, it’s kind of essential to my overall enjoyment. I really don’t know whether to avoid spoilers so I can enjoy the game on my own or seek them out just to relieve myself.

I guess the ONLY thing I want to know is if Lu Bu is actually a decent character in it. Or more like if I would genuinely like him. Does the narrative acknowledge his flaws? Does it allow him to be vulnerable? Is he a genuinely compelling character ON HIS OWN without overly relying on the women (Diao Chan, Lu Lingqi) to do the emotional heavy lifting (and reducing them to just that)? Does he feel like a human being? Does he whimper? K last one was kind of a joke but I think you get it.

[gothamitewriter]

Whumpcember Day 2: "This Is Your Fault"

This is a continuation of my Day 1 fic! Read that one first to find out what happened to Dick.

Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth

Words: 1387

Warnings: Medical descriptions, arguments between parent and child

Summary: Dick is on the mend, but Jason's still worried, and about more than just his brother. What is it that Bruce wants to talk about?

“Dick you’ve gotta wake up, please,” Jason sat by Dick’s bedside, taking in the battered state of his predecessor. The older teen, and that’s really all he was, only 18, was covered in bandages and had a thick brace wrapped around his neck. A tube snaked into his nose, where Alfred had already finished administering his feed. In total, Dick had been asleep for 32 hours, including the time it took to repair the damage to his throat and to place the NG tube.

“He’ll wake up when he’s ready, Master Jason. In the meantime, you need to eat something. Why don’t you come upstairs, you can help me in the kitchen,” Alfred offered. Jason was tempted, but he couldn’t. Dick’s face was peaceful, the pain meds clearly doing their job, but Jason’s mind couldn’t help but overlay the injuries he knew lay beneath the bandages and brace. The horrific bruising wrapped around his throat in the shape of a too-large hand.

“Sorry, Alfie, no can do. I’m staying right here until he’s better, I don’t want him to wake up alone, he hates waking up alone. I wouldn’t say no to lunch, though.” It was like 3 pm so it was already a bit late for lunch, and Jason hadn’t exactly had much for breakfast either.

“Of course, I’ll bring down something shortly,” With that Alfred left, shoe-falls echoing up the stairs.

Jason took Dick’s hand in his, fingers firmly against the pulse point. He could hear the heart monitor but there was something different about being able to actually feel someone’s heart beat. Just as he took hold, the rhythm quickened, as Dick shifted in the bed.

“Dick? Can you hear me?” Jason asked, still holding on with both hands. Dick’s eyelids fluttered before he squinted against the harsh medical bay lighting.

“Ja-“ Dick cut himself off with a cough, thankfully sounding much better than he had the night of the incident.

“Don’t talk, your throat was shredded by your broken hyoid, it’ll heal but you need to let it rest.”

“Throat hurts.” Dick took his hand back from Jason’s grasp to sign.

“Yeah, no shit. Let me get you some water, but be careful. Alfred said you might have some trouble swallowing for a while.” Jason got up and moved to the mini-fridge where they kept bottled water. Can’t trust Gotham tap water for shit, after all.

“Thanks,” Dick signed one-handed as he sipped slowly on the water.

“Of course. Alfred’s gonna be down with my lunch soon, I’m sure he’ll be happy to see that you’re up. You’re not in much pain, right? I don’t think you’re due for painkillers yet but I can check,” Jason was just rambling at this point, restraining himself from launching himself at Dick and never letting go. He wasn’t going to do that, though, because Dick very much had a broken rib.

“Indeed I will be. It’s good to see you awake, Master Dick. Your throat will be tender for quite some time, both from your unfortunate hyoid fracture and from the feeding tube that needed to be placed. Master Jason, Master Bruce has requested your presence in his study,” As Alfred spoke he handed Jason a plate with a sandwich, vegetables, and ranch dressing.

“Right, um, if you’re still awake when I’m done would you like me to bring you anything from upstairs? A book maybe?” Jason offered Dick, who just smiled and shook his head.

Jason ate as he walked up the stairs. Usually Alfred would make him sit down and have his meal, but today wasn’t a usual day. He was almost halfway through his sandwich by the time he got to Bruce’s office.

“Jason, we need to talk about the other night,” Bruce started as Jason sat his plate down on the ornate desk.

“What’s there to talk about? Dick needed help and so I helped him. I thought you wanted us to be brothers, that’s what brothers do,” Jason crossed his arms, leaning against the wall opposite to Bruce.

“You were reckless and endangered both of your lives. If you had waited just a few more minutes I could have gone with you. You don’t know Bludhaven well enough to be going off on your own like that, Jason,” Bruce stood from his chair, starting to pace in that way that let Jason know the lecture was only getting started.

“If I had waited a few more minutes he could have drowned in his own blood! Or one of those goons that were waking up could have finished him off, or taken him somewhere. I am more than willing to risk going into unfamiliar territory if it means that I save a life,” Jason was getting worked up a bit, just like he knew that he would. He couldn’t help it, Bruce was such an ass sometimes, unable to see past his own protocols and guidelines.

“And that’s admirable, it really is, but I could have lost both of you. You’re so young, Jaylad, I would never forgive myself if you got hurt because I wasn’t there to help you,” Bruce had moved closer, his voice was low and serious.

Jason could never decide if this was worse or better than screaming and throwing things. It was clearly better in every way, and yet, it hurt far more. “Stop worrying about me! Dick did get hurt, Bruce, I didn’t. Nothing happened, I took out a few goons and helped stabilize him. That’s it, you know that’s it. Why are you so hung up on this?”

“You stole the Batmobile, you went out of comms range, I couldn’t reach you to confirm the situation. Do you know how worried I was? How terrified I was that I was going to walk into that warehouse and find both of my sons dead or missing? Dick got injured because he was working without backup, and then what do you do? Go in without backup at the ready. For all you knew I could have ended up stuck in that fight for another ten minutes, and then what? You, a single thirteen year old in brightly colored spandex, practically a beacon for every criminal in Bludhaven.”

“I was saving a life. That’s the job, Bruce. That’s what we go out every night to do. We risk our lives to save people. If you’re going to be mad at me for doing what you’ve trained me to do, maybe you should have never made me Robin in the first place. Not to mention, this is all your fault anyway, if you hadn’t driven Dick away he never would have been without backup,” Jason was almost yelling at this point, tears prickled at his eyes but didn’t fall.

“You’re right, maybe I shouldn’t have made you Robin. Clearly I did a horrible job with the last one. You should be playing sports and thinking about school, Jason, not fighting criminals. That’s my burden to bear, it never had to be yours. I shouldn’t have let it be yours.” Bruce sighed, deflating as he looked at Jason.

“I asked for this, you didn’t force me into it. When Dick left you were on your own out there, I wanted to help you. You trained me and you said I was ready for this and clearly I am.” Why couldn’t Bruce just trust him? He had trained so hard for this.

“You’re as ready as I could expect you to be, but I don’t think I ever thought about just how young you are. I can’t let a kid go out and risk his life for me, that’s not how being a parent works.”

“Dick was out there when he was what, nine? I’m thirteen, Bruce!” Jason was yelling now, tears falling as he saw the direction Bruce was heading.

“And I shouldn’t have let it happen then, either, but I was pretty sure if I didn’t he was going to go kill the man who killed his parents. I’m benching you, Jason. At least until Dick is fully recovered. I need time to think.”

“Fuck you! Robin is mine, mine and Dick’s. And I don’t think that he’s going out in the scaly panties any time soon. Just. Fuck you.” Jason turned and left, sandwich forgotten on the desk.

[toomuchdickfort]

*gently holds my very achy characters*

[writersblog20]

Change the show

Miles Kane x reader

Summary: When Miles returned from tour and was ready for date night, he found you on the couch, knowing that your period came around the corner. Well if you couldn’t make it to date night, he would bring it to you.

Warnings: period cramps and being emotional

Words: 2,1K

Change the show

You laid down on the couch of your boyfriend, Miles Kane. He would come home today from his Europe tour and you both rearranged a date night for tonight but your period came around the corner, ruining everything. You hoped by laying down for a while that you would feel a little better for when Miles would come home. You knew he wouldn’t mind staying at home with you but you still felt guilty.

Your knees were tucked against you in hopes for a little bit of relieve even though it wasn’t really working. This pain was way worse than you’ve had in a very long time and it felt like your uterus was literally killing you right now and don’t get me started about the goddamn hormones. You sniffled your nose as the tears slipped. Let’s keep it on that you felt utterly miserable right now.

In some miracle you finally fell into a deep sleep. You didn’t hear the door opening and closing. Miles was very silent because he came home early as a surprise. He looked around, expecting you to be awake or getting ready. Miles loved to just watch you get ready and listen to some music while he watched you do your make-up. But instead he found you, curled up in a ball on the couch in some sweats.

Miles immediately knew something was wrong. He walked up to you and crouched down to wake you but stopped when he saw that you’ve been crying. He frowned and looked around the apartment for any clues. He saw the painkillers laying there on the counter, giving him some thoughts about what was going on and his suspicion was correct when he saw some pads in the bathroom. He looked back at you and got a sympathetic smile. He got his bag, keys and wallet before getting out of the house silently to go to the store.

You woke up from a delicious smell, fried chicken. You opened your eyes and blinked a couple of times. That’s when you got confused why you were smelling fried chicken and why there was some soft music playing in the background. You got up, expecting to see Miles but you got another attack of cramps. You groaned and crouched completely in a ball as tears started to form in the corner of your eyes. “Babe?” you heard the comforting voice of Miles besides you. You whimpered in response. You felt his hand on your side, going towards your back, slowly rubbing you for comfort. When the pain got a little less, you opened your eyes to see a worried Miles in front of you.

“Hi..” you said, not really knowing what else to say or where to begin. He chuckled softly and looked down before making eye contact with you again. “Hiya babe. Ya avin a bad month aren’t ya?” he asked you while stroking your hair. You nodded, your eyes filling with tears once again. “Yeah…. I’m sorry I ruined date night, and I’m sorry I wasn’t awake when you came back.” you rambled, clearly emotional.

Miles eyes got even softer if that was even possible. “Babe… Don’t ya worry about tha. We’ll go when ya feel better luv. I just want to take care of ya now.” he told you as he softly wiped away your tears with his slender thumbs and rested his hand on your cheek. His golden rings feeling cold against your skin. You sniffed your nose and got a little up to wrap your arms around Miles, who giggled a little in response. He let you wrap your arms around him before he sat down next to you on the couch to give you a proper hug.

“I’ve missed you so much Mi.” you told him, not wanting to let go. He stroked your hair again and let you hold him as long as you wanted to. “I’ve missed ya too babe. Ya ave no idea.” He told you, kissing your head multiple times. You got out of the hug and looked him in his deep brown eyes, which gave you the feeling that you were home. He smiled softly at you while cupping your cheek and bringing you close for a welcome home kiss. It was a loving and warm kiss, reminding you how much you actually missed him.

You both heard the chicken sputter in the oil and Miles quickly got up. “oi! Meh chicken!” you chuckled slightly at his response. He got them out of the oil and now you got a good glance at what he was wearing. You felt your heart fill with love as he looked so cute wearing an apron. He wore a striped blouse underneath and tucked it in his black trousers. You saw that he already made the table and lit some candles that were stuck in the bottle of wine.

Once Miles got the chicken out, he walked back to you. “Do ya think ya can stand? If not, I can bring the food to ya.” He asked you, his voice laced with some worry. “It’s okay, I think can walk to the table.” You told him. He nodded and handed you both of his hands to help you get up from the couch. You got up but crouched a little, hoping it would ease the pain. Miles helped you to the table and gave you a glass of wine.

“Thank you Mi.” you told him with a loving smile on your face. He got a grin and kissed your forehead before sitting opposite you. You looked at all the food he had cooked and your mouth already began to water at the sight. Miles smiled, knowing that look. “I figured ya wanted some comfort food.” You smiled “Yeah, thank you! it looks amazing as always.” You both began to dig in. Miles gave you the space you needed, if you wanted to but you were already asking questions about his tour. Miles began to talk about his tour and you listened with a smile on your face. You loved to see him so happy, energetic and excited.

After dinner he cleaned the table, forcing you to stay seated because you didn’t feel great and he wanted to take care of you. Once the table was clean, you rested your head on your arm against the back of the chair while you looked at Miles with a loving smile. He got a bag which was completely full. You frowned in curiosity. “What you got there Kane?” you asked with a smile. “Well, since ya asked..” he chuckled before continuing “Since we can’t go on date night, I thought I’ll bring date night here.” He told you with a smile that suggested he was proud. You chuckled and waited to see what was in the bag.

He got one snack out after the other. From sweet to sour to salty. Your favorite chocolate, candy, crisps, cookies, popcorn, ice cream but that was in the freezer and much more. You couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face. “Thank you Mi.” your voice soft as you felt yourself becoming emotional. The amount of love you felt for that man was just getting more and more. “I’ll go make ya a bath alright darlin?” he told you, kissing the top of your head and headed for the bathroom.

It didn’t took him long when he got back and helped you get up. You saw that he bought you a lot of things for the bathtub along with lotion, body spray and that he had lit some candles with some music in the background. You got undressed when Miles went back to the kitchen and came back with 2 glasses and another bottle of wine and a book. You were already seated in the bathtub while you rested your head on your arms on the side of the bathtub.

Miles gave you the wine glass and sat down on the toilet seat and opened the book. You loved Miles’s voice since it would calm you down a lot of the time, so liked it when he would read to you and that was exactly what he was going to do. You gazed lovingly at Miles, loving this intimate and loving moment he created for you, always trying to make you feel comfortable, loved and safe. The cramps got less because of the warm water while the smell of lavender filled your nose. The flames of the candles illuminating his face while he read to you.

After a while you got out with the help of Miles. He carefully rubbed you in with lotion in a caring way before putting his kimono on you. He cupped your cheeks and placed a loving kiss on your lips. You plopped down on the couch while Miles got some snacks for you and painkillers before sitting down next to you.

You watched some trash tv show as it was a secret pleasure of the both of you. You curled up against Miles, his arm around you and his head comfortably resting against yours, giving you now and then kisses on the top of your head. His hand softly massaged your scalp and you felt your whole body completely relax against him.

But obviously it wouldn’t take long before you got another attack of cramps kicking in. You whimpered, catching the attention of Miles while you pulled your knees up to your abdominal for comfort. Your arms against your stomach, trying to ease the pain. It sometimes helped to put some pressure on your stomach and Miles knew that so he got his hand and carefully placed it on your belly, placing a little bit of pressure on it.

“Does this help?” he asked you just to be sure. You nodded, feeling a little out of breath from the pain you just experienced. “I can rest me head on ya stomach if tha helps?” he suggested, which was a good idea. You nodded and he made you lay down just a bit so he could rest his head on your stomach while he laid on his side. “Bettah luv?” he asked you “Yeah, it damps the pain.” He smiled and you went with your fingers through his short hair, relaxing Miles along the way and you could hear him sigh in relaxation, making you smile.

“Ya know, this is all I need. I love date nights but I also needed this.” he told you while making eye contact with you. “good, makes me feel less guilty.” You chuckled softly. “Thank you for tonight Mi. This was really nice.” He smiled and you got your head a little down so you could kiss him. “Ya let me know if ya want to change positions or if ya want to go to bed doll.” You nodded “I’m very comfortable for now, thanks to you.” Miles drew circles on your leg and eating some popcorn in between.

After two hours of watching trash tv and cuddling you both were so relaxed and tired that you decided to go to bed. You freshened up while Miles put the lights and the candles out. You crawled into bed and waited for Miles to get in as well so you could cuddle. The window was slightly open, hearing the rain hitting the pavement and roof outside. The smell of rain softly blew into the room, making the curtains softly move in the wind, relaxing you even more.

Miles was done with freshening up and got in next to you. “ ’s realleh stormin outside innit?” he asked you in his thick scouse accent from the tiredness. “Yeah, it is. It’s relaxing though.” Miles opened his arms for you. You laid down on your side, your head on his chest while you drew circles on his abs. “ ’s perfect.” He told you while he looked at you, love radiating through his eyes. “This night was perfect.” You told him with a smile which he returned. He placed his hand on your stomach again for the cramps. “I had an amazin night, it was indeed perfect.” You smiled in response. Miles came closer to give you a kiss.

“I love you Mi. More than you could ever imagine.” He nuzzled your nose with his “I love ya more darlin. This all sounds a bit cheeseh innit?” he chuckled “But I do mean it. ya mean the world to meh love.” You wrapped your arms around his chest, wanting him to be as close as possible. “Goodnight Mi.” he kissed the top of your head. “Goodnight luv.”

It didn’t took long before sleep took over the both of you. As hard as it was storming outside it was as calming inside of Miles’s apartment and now yours too.

[marauderundercover]

Taking Chances Ch. 27: Princess (Royal/medieval AU)

AO3

Prev

The shrill akuma alarm wakes Marinette up the next morning and she sighs, rubbing her head gently before grabbing the bottle of painkillers that Dick had left next to her on the table.

“Don’t leave yet!” A voice calls from the other room. Marinette frowns, but listens, quickly taking a couple painkillers and letting herself wake up. Dick rushes into the room, nearly falling as he slides across the floor in his socks. He rushes over to her and kneels in front of her, staring into her eyes. She frowns.

“What are you doing?” She asks, too tired to try and comprehend what’s wrong with her brother right now.

“Checking your eyes and seeing how bad your concussion is so I know if I need to call Adrien to keep a closer eye on you for this fight.” Dick says, frowning slightly at something he sees. He reaches out and gently pushes a spot on her head and she hisses in pain.

“Hey, ya big jerk, that hurts!” She complains, giving him her best ‘Damian’ glare. He just rolls his eyes.

“This is serious kid, you got seriously injured last night.” Dick reminds her. She purses her lips.

“I know, and I promise I’ll take it easy later, but right now I really need to go.” She pleads. Dick sighs, but nods, standing up.

“Go kick some butterfly butt.” He says with a small grin. Marinette grins back at him, quickly calling her transformations and portaling away to Paris. She blinks in the bright sunlight, trying hard to push away any disorientation she has from the stupid concussion. I can do this, she thinks, glancing around to assess the situation. She frowns at her surroundings. She knew she was technically in Paris, she could see the Eiffel tower and Kaalki never misled her before. Well, not during an attack anyway. But where the giant modern buildings should be, there were small stone buildings with thatch roofs. Glancing around, she also notices a huge, stone castle where her school used to be. That should be fun.

“I am the Dark Knight, and I will not rest until I have Chat Noir and Ladybug’s Miraculous!” A voice shouts out above the rest of the noise. Marinette creeps over and just blinks at the fashion atrocity before her. She was going to slap Hawkmoth twice when she found him. Once, for terrorizing Paris for over a year. And again for the awful wardrobe choices he made. Seriously. And the Dark Knight? Isn’t that name trademarked, or something?

“Hey Bugaboo, what’s the plan?” Chat asks, landing beside her and leaning on his baton. She frowns.

“I don’t actually have one yet. I just got here.” She says, and this time he’s the one confused.

“But you always rush over.” He says, careful not to include anything about Kaalki. You never know who might be listening.

“I’ll explain later. Any idea where the object might be?” She asks, scanning the akuma. It’s power didn’t seem too awful. It had changed most of the structure in Paris, and now it was changing people’s clothes too when they got hit by the orange light. Some citizens were in what Marinette could only assume was the height of fashion during the Renaissance, whereas some citizens were draped in obvious “peasant” outfits. But there didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason for the difference. Just a difference.

“The satchel looks promising.” Chat says, and Marinette grins, a plan slowly taking hold in her mind. She’d just need two paper clips, a stick of gum and whatever her lucky charm was.

---

“Pound it.” Chat says holding out a fist. Marinette grins, returning the fist bump. “Did you have time to talk? You know, about why you were late?” Chat asks, and Marinette sighs but nods. They both recharge in an alley before swinging to sit on the top of the Eiffel tower.

“I fought an akuma alone, while you were out of town.” She says first, shrugging lightly. “I didn’t think about it, honest. I’d done it a million times before with Monsieur Pigeon. But the Bat got mad.” Marinette says, not wanting to risk calling him her dad while she’s masked in Paris. It just felt like it was asking for trouble.

“Cause you fought alone?” Chat asks, frowning.

“Well, that and I sort of jammed the Zeta tubes so that outsiders can’t come to Paris during an active akuma attack.” She mumbles under her breath, wincing at the noise Chat’s neck makes when he jerks around to stare at her dumbfoundedly.

“That’s insane. How’d you do it?” He asks and she simply grins.

“Spent enough time with Pegasus and Red Robin and Oracle. Add in a tiny bit of luck and boom. I win.” She smirks

“So you were late cause you’re grounded.” Chat says simply, a proud smile on his face as he thinks he cracked the code. Solved the mystery.

“Not quite,” Marinette says with a slight frown.

“Then what?” Chat asks. Marinette lets out a long sigh, glaring at Adrien to let him know she’s not happy about this situation, she does not want to talk to him about this. He’ll just get all worried.

“Well last night I was still benched from patrol because of the whole akuma attack thing but Tikki thought I should be ungrounded so I went out anyway and then the dude that stabbed me a couple months ago found me and the rest of the Batclan didn’t know that I was out so they couldn’t help me and I was all alone and then he knocked me out and I don’t really remember much except I woke up at Nightwing’s apartment and met Starfire and yeah that’s it.” She rambles, shooting him a smile and waving nonchalantly.

“I’m going to wrap you in bubble wrap. No, I’m going to make the Batclan do it.” Chat finally says, pulling out his baton.

“No, don’t! Batman doesn’t know. Neither does Hood or Red Robin. Only Nightwing and Robin know.” She says, swatting the baton out of his hand. The last thing she needed was for him to accidentally call her dad on her. She’d be in so much trouble.

“Geeze Bug.” Chat mutters under his breath, tugging her into a hug. She sighs and hugs him back, taking just a moment to relish being with her friend.

“I’m pretty sure Batman is narrowing down his Hawkmoth suspect list.” She mumbles, and Chat pulls back from her, staring into her face.

“Are you serious?” He asks, the relief on his face clear. Marinette nods, and Chat lets out a long sigh. One that Marinette could feel in her bones, because she was tired too. She also wanted to end this fight. Hopefully her dad would have a suspect soon.

---

Bruce Wayne was the world’s greatest detective. He had solved cases infinitely larger than this one, so he didn’t understand why he couldn’t find a damn lead on Hawkmoth. Actually, he understood perfectly. It was magic. God he hates magic. It’s unpredictable, and most of the time it’s more trouble than it’s worth. He sighs and sends a quick text to Dick, double checking that Marinette had made it back to his apartment okay. He knew his daughter was...upset with him for benching her and demanding she take someone with her to Paris. But they were all precautions, just to guarantee that nothing worse happened to her. She wasn’t invincible, no matter how much she seemed to think she was. He frowns at the text he receives back, quickly hitting call and waiting a few moments for Dick to pick up.

“Hel-”

“What do you mean she’s not at your place?” Bruce asks, not giving his eldest son a chance to talk.

“Well hi to you too, B.” Dick teases, and Bruce just knows he’s grinning. He lets out a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Is she really not there? The akuma attack ended nearly twenty minutes ago and she’s not here either.” Bruce says, trying to think of where else she would go. Jason was even at the Manor, and hadn’t heard from her either.

“No, B, she’s not-” Dick pauses, then lets out a long sigh. “It’s B. He was wondering where you were.” He hears Dick say, and Bruce is surprised to hear his son’s tone. It was less carefree and more...like a father. He was a father, with Mar’i, but it was still odd to hear him use the tone on someone besides his granddaughter.

“I had to talk to Adrien.” He can barely hear her say and Bruce lets out a frustrated huff. Of course she was with the Agreste boy again. Honestly, he seemed nice enough until Selina pointed out the crushes that the two had on each other. Now, Bruce wanted nothing more than to lock him away. Far away.

“Can you please ask her if she’s coming home tonight?” Bruce finally says, listening to the silence on the other end. He wonders if they’d put the phone on mute or if Marinette was signing furiously the way he’d seen her do over a video call with Cass earlier in the week.

“We’re all coming. See you at dinner.” Dick says, hanging up almost fast enough for Bruce to not hear the protest from Marinette. Almost. Bruce walks to find Alfred, trying not to let the fact that his daughter doesn’t want to see him again get to him.

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Marinette glares at her oldest brother as they walk into the manor. He just grins, acting as if he hadn’t practically forced her home. It’s not that she didn’t want to come home, but she knew she had a couple bruises and a lump on her head. She also knew that Damian was apparently barely holding himself back from hunting down Slade. She really didn’t need Tikki giving him any ideas.

“Welcome home, Miss Marinette. Would you like me to look at your injuries?” Alfred asks immediately walking towards her as he walks into the room. Marinette glances around, hoping her dad isn’t around before sighing.

“No thank you Alfred, I’m fine.” She reassures him, or she tries to. His face doesn’t look like he believes her.

“Yes, I’m certain a concussion is nothing to worry about. Especially since you’ve had so many.” He drawls, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Hey, whoa. You said this was your first concussion.” Dick says after urging Mar’i to fly off and find Jason or Damian or Tim. Marinette huffs.

“It is.” She says, crossing her arms.

“The concussions you sustain in the suit still count. Head injuries are not an exact science. Nor are they an exact magic cure, either. They often heal at an accelerated speed, but can still have long-lasting effects.” Alfred says and Marinette blinks. That was almost- Almost- information about the Miraculous. And only someone who knew about the Miraculous would know about the whole head injury thing. She blinks at him for a moment, running possibilities through her head. She sighs, realizing that if Alfred had been a holder, it was definitely for a Miraculous she didn’t have. She could just...feel it.

“I promise I’m fine, and if I start feeling any of those other concussion symptoms, I’ll come to you.” Marinette promises.

“And how did you get a concussion?” Her dad asks, practically materializing out of nowhere.

“Akuma attack. Miraculous cure can’t do a complete heal with concussions, it’s too, uh, dangerous. Not exact.” Marinette lies, trying hard not to do any of her tells. She doesn’t tense up, she doesn’t grin, she doesn’t look at someone else and giggle, nothing. She lies with a straight face, which honestly almost scares her more than getting yelled at by her dad. He just hums before nodding at her.

“Will you be staying here tonight? Most of us have patrol, but afterwards Tim suggested that we all watch a movie together.” Her dad says and Marinette tries hard to suppress her grin. There’s no way.

“Wow Tim, you really wanna have a full-family movie night?” She calls out, grinning at the surprised look on her brother’s face. Because of course her dad was the one to set it up, but of course he didn’t want anyone to know. “I think that’s super cool Tim. As long as we can watch some Disney princess movies.” She adds, laughing as Mar’i comes flying around the corner with wide eyes.

“Did someone say princess?” She squeals, flying straight into Marinette’s arms. Marinette grins at her niece and nods.

“Oh yes. Timmy has decided we’re gonna watch Disney princess movies as a family all night long!” She says, laughing as her niece cheers. She glances at her Dad and tries hard to hold back the snort that wants to come out at his exasperated look. Looks like it’s gonna be a Disney night for the Wayne household.

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BTS Reaction - You’re sick/injured and he’s jealous that another member takes care of you

kim seokjin

He rushed over to the hospital as soon as your friend called to give him the news. He didn’t know any details and didn’t want to wait to receive them, he just grabbed his stuff and went to your encounter.

As he ran through the halls of the hospital, he didn’t mind when people recognized him. Trying to find the room the receptionist gave to him, all he wanted to do was to see you with his own eyes.

“How much pain, on a scale of 1 to 10?” he asked you once he was in your room, with very clear pain in his voice and furrowed brows.

“Zero” you answered “My shoulder is back where it should, so I don’t feel any pain. And the doctor gave me painkillers if I feel like I need it”

He wanted to ask more questions, but was interrupted by Taehyung, as he walked in with chips and candy he probably bought at a vending machine.

“Hey hyung” Tae spoke smiling and placed the treats on your lap. “Here you go, Y/N, go wild” he added

“Thanks, Tae, that was very sweet” you thanked Taehyung with a smile, making Seokjin kinda jealous. He wanted to be the one treating you nicely right now.

“Shouldn’t you eat something more nutritious than this?” Jin asked

“But hospital food sucks, hyung, she needs to have a little fun to heal faster” Taehyung said before you could, earning a giggle from you

“But you’re not the doctor, are you?” Jin asked with a cold voice, and he regretted the minute the words slipped his mouth. “I’m sorry, Taehyung, that was unnecessary” continued.

“Tae, can you give us a moment, please?” You asked and he left the room. Jin proceeded to apologize and explain his behavior.

min yoongi

95% of the time he loves his job, even when he’s stuck at work, he knows all the hard work would pay off soon.

But now he has you, someone he could go home to. And now, being stuck at work was not as okay as it was before. Now every time he’s stuck at work he has an internal conflict.

Today was especially hard because you had a mild fever for most of the day and other flu symptoms. But he managed to get away from work to be with you, getting home not much later with some hot soup he knew you liked.

He didn’t like the sight when he got home, tho. Jimin was watching a movie with you. He doesn’t really mind you getting closer because he trusts you and trusts all the other members around you. 

What bothered him were the bowl of soup in your hands and a few packs of medicine recently bought. Jimin got to take care of you before he could, and that broke his heart a little. Not saying anything, he leaves the thing he bought for you at the dinner table and goes to take a shower.

“I’ll get going” Jimin said before you got to and you said your goodbyes.

After that you went to your bedroom and sat on the bed, waiting for Yoongi to leave the bathroom.

“Hey, baby” you said with a sweet voice. Yoongi didn’t respond, he just sat on the bed by your side

“I’ll apologise to Jimin tomorrow” he murmured to you

“Good” you said and hugged him sideways while he took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry for disrespecting you today, I don’t know why I did that-” he started to ramble but you kissed him to make him stop

“Apology accepted” you smiled “Let’s go to the living room, I want to cuddle with you while watching movies.”

jung hoseok

He didn’t have the experience, but he could imagine how breaking a leg would suck. Good thing he was able to take a few personal days to the company, so he got to take care of you the first week. 

When you were better and more adjusted to your new routine, he decided to catch up at work. He would rather take care of you, but you reassured him you were okay, and you knew he was more needed at work than at home.

You would still be able to see him everyday. Perks of living together, baby.

But you were bored at home alone and missing him a little, but you couldn’t admit that to him, he would just simply stop working to be with you. So you asked Seokjin to hang out with you, he had finished recording early and was free for the day. 

And you just had a very fun end of afternoon with Jin. He helped you a lot, he even cooked your dinner. It was instant ramen since you didn’t have much ingredients, but still. He even scratched your feet with an old pencil. And that’s when your boyfriend gets home, he would sure want to join the fun

“Hi, honey” you said with a huge grin “Oh my God, Jin, this tickles too much” You said laughing loud.

“Hi, jagiya. Good night, hyung” Hoseok said, very polite but with a very cold tone. His angry face was about to show itself and you and Seokjin knew it.

“Is that how you greet your hyung?” Jin started with a surprised expression

“What? I said goodnight!” Hoseok responds

“I was here taking care of your girlfriend, don’t you think I deserve at least a thank you?”

“Don’t you think that I wanted to be the one to take care of her?”

“You guys, stop. This is not heading towards a productive conversation” you meddled 

“Listen to your girlfriend” Jin says as he gets up to leave “We’ll talk next time we see each other”

You got to talk to Hoseok and convinced him to call Seokjin and clear things out, you two knew everything was going to be okay in the end.

kim namjoon

You went to spend his day off with him at the dorms, he said he didn’t mind your cold and you were really clingy these days. 

You two were taking a nap together and Namjoon wakes up to find that you're not with him at the bed. He doesn't think much of it until he hears your laughter and goes to check in on you and know where you’re at, finding you seated with Yoongi while he plays the piano.

‘Oh yeah? Bet’ he thinks. He knows it’s just his passive aggressiveness showing its colors, but he can’t help it. He feels like it’s his job to take care of you. ‘This is not a good color on you, Namjoon’

“Hey baby, are you having fun with Yoongi hyung?” he asks as he puts his elbows at the top of the piano.

“Oh yeah, we’re just playing random songs” you answered

“Have you taken your meds yet?”

“No, not yet, but I’m not-”

“I’ll go get them” he responded before you could finish the sentence and went running to the meds cabinet and came back in under a minute. “Here” he said, trying to catch his breath.

“I’ll take them later, baby, I don’t think I need them right now” you said with an apologetic tone.

“Sure, okay! What do you want to eat, we can order something, or I can talk to Jin hyung and see if-”

“Oh, it’s okay, we already ate” you said referring to you and Yoongi

“Oh…” He just stood there kinda staring at you both

“Are you jealous or something?” Yoongi asks, seeing Namjoon’s reaction

“Yeah” he responded with a barely audible tone. You got up from your seat and hugged him tight, leaving pecks on his face until he smiled.

“Ew” Yoongi said as he got up from the piano and went away.

park jimin

At the practice room, you and Jungkook were sitting on the couch. He had a bunch of markers, the cast of your broken arm was a blank canvas to him. He just went wild with his creativity and drew different things, making it colorful.

Jimin was not a fan of the sight, even though your attention was fully on him, he was bothered by Jungkook getting all the space on the cast. You were his girlfriend, shouldn’t he be the one to draw a lot on it? 

He didn’t understand why he was so jealous, neither understood why he wanted to practice the new choreography in front of you and describe all the times he was better than JK or when he got the moves quicker. He did it anyway.

Jungkook just laughed a little and sighed, shaking his head, deciding to leave you alone with Jimin “I'll come back to work on it when hyung is not jealous anymore, just text me when” you nodded.

You patted the sofa and he sat on your side. “So…” you started, trying to get him to talk, but he didn’t know what to say. He was part embarrassed, part angry at himself. “You don’t trust me and the members together?” you asked after a moment, trying to see his point of view

“I do, I really do” he started saying “I don't know what got to me… I'm sorry, jagiya” he went for a hug and you hugged him back as tight as you could.

“What can we do to make you feel more comfortable, then?” you asked him

“I don't know” he responded honestly

“What made you feel jealous in the first place?”

And after that an idea popped in his head. He would feel very comfortable if Jungkook wrote his name in the cast with very bold letters.

kim taehyung

Boy was so eager to get home and take care of you. He knew it was just a cold, but he just hated knowing you were in any kind of pain or discomfort.

He bought painkillers, a hot pack, coughing medicine, soup, and the whole shabang. All the thoughts running through his mind were how quick he could put you on the bed and place lots of covers on you.

But the sound of your laughter as he opened the door was as relieving as worrying. Who was here? He calmed down as he thought that maybe it was your best friend. But he was wrong.

As soon as he saw Hoseok giving you a glass of water, the “this is fine” meme was at the front of his mind.

“Hi honey,” you said as soon as you laid your eyes on him “what you got there?” you asked eyeing the shopping bags.

“I bought these things for you,” he said in a low tone “I even got you soup, but I can see you’ve already been taken care of” his smile was there but you noticed that it was sarcastic with a hint of pain.

Hoseok noticed too, “Get well soon, Y/N” he said as he stood up “I’ll see you later” he gave Tae a quick pat on the back and closed the door behind him.

You watched Taehuyng in silence as he put the bags on the coffee table in front of you. “Let’s share the soup” you spoke as he sat down by your side

“You’re the one who needs this more, my love” he said softly “Do you need anything else? I got pain meds, coughing meds…” he continued speaking, but all you wanted to do was to hug him, and so you did

“You know I love you, right?” you spoke to his ear

He smiled faintly as he hugged you back “I know you do”

jeon jungkook

You had your hand immobilized after a torsion while working out, it was nothing serious but the doctors wanted to make sure the healing would go smoothly and faster.

You thought you could use only one hand, but you were wrong. You still wanted to bake cookies for your boyfriend so it could be ready when he finished with his video game.

He was doing a lot of things for you and you wanted to thank him, and also wanted to feel useful again. But it wasn’t going as you liked so you asked for Namjoon to help.

“Really? Me?” he was surprised by your request, he says he’s not very kitchen help material.

“All you need to do is to hold things still so I can mix it up” you answered, and so the baking started.

Jungkook decided he was done with the games and wanted to hang out with you more, finding you in the kitchen stirring chocolate chips in a bowl with what looked like cookies from afar.

“Hey, what are you doing over here?” he asks

“I wanted to bake some cookies for you, I know you like them” you said after he pecked your lips. 

“Oh, jagiya, you didn’t have to” he went to help but Namjoon was standing still in his helping position “It’s okay hyung, I’m the boyfriend, I’m going to be the help from now on” he said to Namjoon in a playful tone but you understood the subtext, and so did Namjoon

“No need to get jealous, Kook”

“I’m not jealous, I’m just saying-”

“Hey, hey” you interrupted them “You two can stop the chatting and put the cookies on the baking sheet, since I can’t at the moment”

After they did as you asked, Jungkook placed the trays in the heated oven and started cleaning in silence, Namjoon helped him, keeping the awkward silence in the room. You just sat back and watched the tension build.

“I’ll see you guys later” Namjoon announced as he finished placing the bowls in the cabinets.

“Next time promise me you will interrupt me so I can help you” Jungkook said after taking the cookies out of the oven.

“Fine” you rolled your eyes “But you promise to go apologize to Namjoon”

“Promise” and with that you two interlaced your pinkies.

[bloody-bee-tea]

Crave

Jiang Cheng is in a really bad mood, which he thinks is justified seeing as he hasn’t slept properly in at least a week and he’s been sporting a low-level headache for the same amount of time.

Being cranky should be understandable under these circumstances but it seems like the whole world is against Jiang Cheng these days, because no one—literally no one—seems to understand or even be willing to give Jiang Cheng some space.

First it was Nie Huaisang who came in to babble about the newest gossip he picked up gods even knows where.

Then Wei Wuxian barged in like this office belonged to him instead of Jiang Cheng only to start waxing poetics about Lan Wangji. Which is something that Jiang Cheng absolutely does not want to hear under any circumstances let alone under these less than perfect ones.

And then his father had the audacity to come in to berate Jiang Cheng over a job he finished days ago and he didn’t even have the decency to apologize when Jiang Cheng finally snapped at him and told him that it has all been finished already. As if Jiang Cheng would ever forget a deadline.

So all in all it’s a really fucking bad day, and Jiang Cheng is more than ready to go home and be done with it.

Jiang Cheng face-plants on the couch as soon as he arrives home, fully intending to only move if his stomach should complain or if it’s time for bed—whatever comes first, really—but it seems like the whole universe is against him today because someone rings at his door.

Jiang Cheng has a split second where he foolishly hopes that maybe Wei Wuxian did pick up on his bad mood and ordered take-out for Jiang Cheng to make it up to him, but he discards that thought as fast as he has it. It’s unlikely that Wei Wuxian picks up on anything that’s not Lan Wangji and it’s even more unlikely that he would spend some money on Jiang Cheng.

So even in the case it is a delivery, Jiang Cheng most likely has to pay for it himself.

When it rings again, Jiang Cheng groans and pushes himself up. It doesn’t seem like this problem will solve itself, so he trots over to the door, his headache coming back with a vengeance now that he laid down for a moment.

“What?” Jiang Cheng growls out as he yanks the door open, and he has to admit that he wasn’t at all prepared to come face to face with Nie Mingjue.

“What are you doing here?” Jiang Cheng asks and a bit of panic creeps in, because what if he forgot they have a date today?

He wrecks his mind, trying to remember if they agreed on meeting today, but nothing comes up.

“You didn’t forget anything,” Nie Mingjue reassures him, because it seems like Jiang Cheng is very easy to read and he sheepishly scratches his head. “I didn’t mean to make you panic.”

“No, it’s okay,” Jiang Cheng says as he steps aside to let Nie Mingjue in.

Being in Nie Mingjue’s presence still makes him nervous as hell, because while they have been on two dates already, neither of them have ever talked about being in a relationship, so Jiang Cheng is still not entirely sure where he stands with Nie Mingjue.

He definitely knows where he wants to stand with him, but he’s not sure if Nie Mingjue wants the same thing.

Jiang Cheng knows that he should simply ask—that he can simply ask—but he’s too afraid that Nie Mingjue’s answer won’t be what Jiang Cheng so desperately wishes for and so he never dares to ask that question.

“If I didn’t forget anything, then what are you doing here?” he asks once Nie Mingjue is firmly inside his apartment and Nie Mingjue retains the sheepish look.

Jiang Cheng narrows his eyes at him.

“What is going on?” he demands to know, because he really is not in the mood for whatever is going on and Nie Mingjue sighs.

“Huaisang said you seemed stressed out today. I just—I thought maybe I can help? But you don’t seem to be in the mood for company so maybe I’ll just leave again?” Nie Mingjue says and he sounds more nervous than Jiang Cheng thought he could be.

He crosses his arms in front of his chest and levels Nie Mingjue with a look.

“What would you do to help?” he demands to know and watches as Nie Mingjue goes slightly red in the face.

“I thought—a hug? But I can also really just leave,” Nie Mingjue rambles, pointing at the door and Jiang Cheng hates to admit it but it’s more than cute.

It’s adorable, really.

“I don’t know if I would like a hug,” Jiang Cheng admits after a long moment.

Just the thought of anyone touching him at work had been enough to make Jiang Cheng’s mood plummet even further, but now that it’s Nie Mingjue who offers—it doesn’t seem so bad anymore.

“We could try?” Nie Mingjue suggests. “And if you hate it, I’ll just leave? And order you some food instead? Or something?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Jiang Cheng says with a shrug and he immediately steps closer to Nie Mingjue, mostly so that he can’t see how Jiang Cheng’s face grows warm as well.

This rambling side of Nie Mingjue really is too cute, and a little bit too much for Jiang Cheng to handle right now.

A hug will probably be safer.

Jiang Cheng realizes his fatal error when Nie Mingjue’s arms come up around him and he is being pulled into his chest.

This—this is so much worse than cute, adorable rambling Nie Mingjue, Jiang Cheng thinks, but he also doesn’t want to move, ever again.

“Okay? Or should I leave?” Nie Mingjue wants to know after a long moment and Jiang Cheng can’t help himself, he tightens his arms around Nie Mingjue’s middle as if he would push him away at any moment now.

“I see,” Nie Mingjue whispers and then he chuckles and Jiang Cheng can hear it in his chest.

It’s a lot cheesy but Jiang Cheng could swear that that sound is better than any painkiller he tried in the last week or so and he vows to never let go of Nie Mingjue again.

“Do you maybe want to move this to the couch?” Nie Mingjue asks after maybe ten minutes of simply standing around in the hallway like idiots.

“Okay,” Jiang Cheng agrees but he makes no move to let go of Nie Mingjue so it takes them at least another five minutes before they finally do get moving towards the couch.

It’s clear that Nie Mingjue wants to pull Jiang Cheng on top of him, but Jiang Cheng thinks he might enjoy the solid proof of Nie Mingjue’s weight on top of him more, so after a bit of wrangling they end up on their sides, with Nie Mingjue leaning a little bit more onto him.

It’s the perfect place to be in.

“Are you feeling better now?” Nie Mingjue wants to know eventually and Jiang Cheng sighs, before he snuggles into Nie Mingjue’s chest.

“Yeah,” he mumbles and goes boneless when Nie Mingjue starts to stroke a hand up and down his back.

“What’s going on with you lately?” he lowly asks and Jiang Cheng shrugs as best as he can in his position.

“Don’t know,” he admits. “I haven’t been sleeping well and there’s this persistent headache.”

“That doesn’t sound good,” Nie Mingjue whispers and Jiang Cheng only hums.

He knows it’s not good but nothing he tried so far helped. At least until Nie Mingjue.

Jiang Cheng still gets nervous when he remembers that they did not talk about if they are in a relationship, or even exclusive or anything else besides going onto dates, and he thinks that while it’s probably not the main cause it’s likely that the unclear situation is adding to his stress level.

And maybe it’s time to put some clarity to it.

“Do you want to stay the night?” Jiang Cheng asks, glad that his face is hidden away in Nie Mingjue’s chest but he still feels how he tenses for a moment.

It’s almost enough to make Jiang Cheng move away from him, but then Nie Mingjue tightens his arms around Jiang Cheng and so he figures it might just be okay.

“You mean sleeping over?” Nie Mingjue clarifies and Jiang Cheng nods.

“Just sleeping,” he also adds, because he doubts he is up for anything else despite how his headache calmed down a bit.

“I only sleep over for people I call my boyfriend,” Nie Mingjue says and Jiang Cheng is glad to hear the tiniest bit of insecurity in his voice.

At least he’s not alone in that.

“So let’s be that,” Jiang Cheng decides, and Nie Mingjue’s answer is clear when he immediately presses a kiss to the top of his head.

“I wasn’t sure,” Nie Mingjue admits and Jiang Cheng’s stomach drops out.

“If you want to be—that, with me?” he asks because they cannot go into this with any misunderstandings and if despite everything Nie Mingjue still doubted his feelings then Jiang Cheng might have to take a step back.

“If you wanted that, too. If we were on the same page already.”

“Of course I want that,” Jiang Cheng says, pulling away from Nie Mingjue to look him into the face. “Of course I want to be your boyfriend. And I want you to be mine, too.”

“Then everything is good.”

Nie Mingjue smiles before he leans in for a soft kiss and Jiang Cheng happily falls into it.

They do eventually move to the bed, even eating the take-out they ordered in there, and falling asleep in Nie Mingjue’s arms is probably going to be one of Jiang Cheng’s favourite thing to do and he can already feel himself starting to crave it.

He still sleeps like shit, but when he wakes up in the middle of the night, to Nie Mingjue cuddled close to him, it’s not as lonely as it used to be.

Like this, Jiang Cheng might just be okay.

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[bludemons]

High blood sugar (Spencer Reid x GN!Reader)

Summary: Y/N is having some trouble with her chronic disease which results in Spencer leaving early and taking care of her

Warnings: talks about chronic disease, talks about diabetes, mentions of needles (if there’s anything else please let me know)

Word count: 954

A/N: this one is kinda personal as I have diabetes type 1 myself for 17 years now, so I do know a lot about it. I’m also talking about my personal experiences with high blood sugars in this blurb so it could be totally different for someone else, please have that in mind. I also know that this is centered around a really specific topic and I know that it’s not something for everyone but it’s also a way for me to cope with it.

It was a day like any other, well, actually it wasn't. Spencer was at work while you were sitting at home, waiting for him to join you in the evening. You were watching your favorite TV show, barely paying attention as you noticed the headache which only got stronger, your dry mouth and heavy legs. All symptoms of hyperglycemia. 'great', you thought, Spencer would lecture you again if he found out that your sugar was too high again.

You sighed and slowly got off the couch, making your way into the kitchen where you had put your blood glucose meter. You took the device out of its pocket, holding it against the sensor on your upper arm. After you felt the vibration which told you that the device got your sugar levels, you looked at it, sighing again. 450mg/dl (or 25mmol/l) was written on the screen, not wondering anymore why you were feeling like shit. Usually you were able to keep your levels in the perfect range but sometimes your disease decided to do what it wants, no matter how careful and invested you were. It was still a chronic autoimmune disease which you had since you were 2,5 years old.

You took out one of your insulin pens, knowing that your blood sugar would be going down faster if you use it instead of your insulin pump. You took a new needle, putting it on the pen and testing if the insulin was going through. You thought for a moment, calculating the amount you’d need. Once you were sure that you had the right amount, you pulled up your shirt, holding it up with your chin, making a skin fold and processing the injection in a 90 degree angle. You hissed, hitting a nerve, but it was nothing new. Living with multiple injections a day your entire life.

You put everything back in the bag, making your way to the fridge, taking one of the water bottles and drowning the entire thing in seconds. You heard your phone going off, indicating that Spencer was calling you. You put away the empty bottle, going back into the living room and picking up your phone, accepting the call. "Hey Spe-", you started to greet your boyfriend but he quickly cut you off. "Are you okay? How are you feeling? Did you drink something? Did you calculate the right amount of correction? Should I already call it a day?", he was rambling again and you were able to hear the worry which laid in his voice. Of course he knew about your sugar levels. Your meter was connected to his phone and he always got a notification when you checked it. "Calm down babe, please. I’m okay, just the typical symptoms when it’s too high, nothing too bad", you lied, you were feeling worse every passing second, but Spencer wouldn’t be Spencer if he didn’t notice. "I’m coming home now, I’m just packing up and telling Em you’re not feeling good. I’m gonna be there in no time. I love you", and with that he hung up.

You closed your eyes, leaning against the back of the couch, trying to ignore all the symptoms. You felt yourself dozing off, trying to fight against it as you knew that sleeping only made it worse and that you’re supposed to check your levels every 30 minutes. But you couldn’t get yourself to stay awake so you just let the darkness take over.

You heard someone saying your name while slightly shaking you awake. You groaned as you slowly opened your eyes, seeing your boyfriend standing over you with a worried look on his face. "I fell asleep, didn’t I?", you asked him quietly. He nodded and sat down beside you, your medical bag and another water bottle on the couch table in front of you. "When was the last time you checked your sugar?", he asked you while he took your meter from the bag. "Was it before I called you?" You nodded, feeling too tired and weak to give him a proper answer. Spencer checked your levels and nodded slightly as he looked at the number on the device. "It’s not going down, it’s going up", he mumbled to himself, "okay, I need to check the catheter, the tube and the ampoule to see if they’re still working. Then I need to go to the bathroom to get the painkillers and get the ketone meter. I also need to make some tea and make sure to check everything every 30 minutes", he rambled again, this time a little bit louder so you could actually understand what he was saying. "Spence", you said quietly and put your hand on one of his arms which made him look at you, "everything’s fine with the devices, it just needs it’s time to go down. Please just stay here with me and don’t worry too much."

He sighed and took a deep breath, indicating that he was thinking about accepting your idea. "Okay, deal. Buuut I’m still gonna check your sugar levels every 30 minutes and you’re gonna drink some more water", he stated and you knew that you had to agree with that or otherwise you wouldn’t get any peace this evening, so you nodded again. He was definitely satisfied with your answer, grabbing the water bottle and giving it to you.

The rest of the day just went on like that. Cuddling on the couch while you dozed up from time to time and Spencer checking your blood sugar and giving you something to drink. Gladly your sugar levels were in the normal range again by the time you two decided to call it a day.

[cyberfeather]

✋ for Cendre, the new love of my life please ❤❤

Thanks so much for asking about him! Cendre sure needs all the comfort he can get. And to put it in context, this takes place the day right after his kidnapping, after the medics of the Guard tended to him.

✋ - A hand carding gently through their hair

Cendre groans as he wakes up. His whole body feels numb and heavy. Images flash through his mind; of a dark warehouse; of men clad in black clothes; of their taunting; of the sharp blades they used to…

“Hey, you awake?”

The familiar voice of a vod anchors him to the here and now. He might be hurt and confused, but his brothers will always be a synonym of safety. He’s in medbay, he realizes, laying on one of the largest beds there. Bacta patches are plastered all over him, and there’s an IV attached to his arm.

The vod staying by his bedside is wearing a white armor, not yet harboring the colors of the Guard. So, another shiny, just like him. Something tells Cendre he should remember his name, that he’s somehow important, but his mind is too hazy for him to put his finger on it. He attempts to speak, but only a few gargled sounds get out.

“It’s okay, don’t try to talk. The medic said you’d be out of it for a while. Commander Fox wanted to watch over you, but an important meeting with the Chancellor came up and he didn’t really have a choice, you know, duty and all, so he asked me to stay and warn you. I’m Detail, by the way. I was there when… Well… When Commander Fox found you.”

That’s right. Cendre got kidnapped, and then commander Fox saved him, he remembers it all now, just like he recalls how he cried in his superior’s arms. How he feared his vode would abandon him for not being strong enough. But commander Fox consoled him, brought him back to the barracks, the medics of the Guard patched him up, and now Detail is rambling to reassure him and fill the silence, so he won’t feel alone.

Tears start gathering in his eyes, because his brothers have shown they still care, that they’ll always be there for him, despite all his crack and his failures. Detail mistakes his reaction for distress and carefully runs his fingers through his short hair in a slow, soothing motion. Cendre’s forehead must be sweaty with fever, but the other shiny keeps on comforting him regardless.

“Shh, it’s okay, everything’s going to be fine. If anyone tries to harm you again, I’ll blast them first, I promise.”

Detail sounds so fierce it’s obvious he means every word. Cendre isn’t used to physical affection, but the touch is calming, so he doesn’t shy away from it. Combined with the painkillers, it lulls him back into sleep, and Cendre doesn’t fight against the drowsiness. He has no reason to, when he trusts his vode to look after him.

[santigarcia]

Camping 🏕

Human Touch Part Eight

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

word count: 3.4k

rating: M for smut, dirty talk, hurt/comfort (pls don’t read unless ur 18+!)

summary: You and Nathan go on a camping trip in your backyard.

a/n: thank you all so much for reading this series! let me know what yall think! thank you to @punkpascal​​ and @sergeantkane​​​ as always!!

Nathan bolts upright in his sleep. His gasp for air wakes you. He’s up and out of the bed before you can ask him what’s wrong. His feet carry him fast across the floor into the bathroom. He doesn’t even close the door all the way before he’s turning on the shower and stepping inside.

You can’t help but worry, so you quietly get up and walk into the bathroom.

“Nathan?” no answer.

You turn the corner and see him sitting on the shower floor. He didn’t even fully undress. His boxers are sticking to his wet thighs. He’s covering his head with his arms.

“Nathan?” you touch the top of his head and he looks up at you. His eyes red from crying. “What’s going on? The dream again?”

He nods.

He struggles to turn his mind of, with you at his side it helps. But it’s not a permanent solution. Sometimes, most times it’s good. That mind of his needs to be working. But there’s a negative side. Nightmares plague his mind. Not often, but often enough it’s troubling to him.

His most frequent one involves you dying at the hand of his AI. Him stuck behind a glass door watching as you fall, covered in your own blood.

“Ok baby, stand up.” You reach for his arm and ‘pull’ him up. There’s no way you can pull him, but he stands up with you. You peel off his shorts, and you take off your sleep shirt. You shove him under the spray and grab his beard wash. You lather it up good and dig your fingers into his beard. He sighs heavily, he’s beginning to relax.

“You had to strip me naked to wash my beard?” he quips.

“There he is,” you grin and kiss his shoulder. “Let’s go for a walk tomorrow ok? Get some fresh air.”

“Yeah,” he nods. “I have those fucked dreams when I overwork.”

“I know,” you nod gently. “Fresh air will do you good. Get out of the house for the day.”

The next morning Nathan is up bright and early. He wakes you up with kisses before the sun’s come up.

“Rise and shine!” he bounces off the bed and throws a pair of your jeans on the bed.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” your eyes creak open and you snort out a soft laugh. “Do you need to go for a walk, boy?” you tease.

“Stop,” he shakes his head. “Maybe I’ll reconsider my plans of taking you up against a tree.”

“No please! Anything but that!” you giggle and throw the blankets back.

While you get dressed, he talks. He’s packed backpacks for you both, and he throws you a piece of fruit for breakfast.

“It might be chilly this morning, so take one of my jackets,” he looks at you softly. You have plenty of jackets, but he likes seeing you in his. “Pick your favorite,” he tells you and you walk right over to his closet and grab the one you always grab. It’s the warmest. It’s also his favorite so it smells like him.

“Ready?” he asks while you pull on his jacket.

“Ready,” you loop your arm with his and you step out the back door together.

He’s better at hiking than you are. If he could he’d sprint up the cliffs and see if he could beat his time. But he likes walking with you. It’s slower, but he can appreciate the view. It’s a gorgeous day.

“Are you just talking about my ass?”

“Maybe,” he grabs a handful causing you to squeal. “It really is a beautiful day.”

“It’s a little chilly for my taste though,” you shiver when a gust of wind blows. You shove your hands in the jacket pockets and you feel a small velvety box. “Nathan?” you pull it out. You stand frozen in the middle of the trail, he’s a few steps ahead of you when he turns.

“Open it.”

You click the box open to find a beautiful diamond ring.

“What’s this for?” you gasp softly.

“Well, you – kitten,” he smiles softly. “Will you marry me?” he comes closer taking the ring out of the box.

“Nathan…”

He puts the ring on your finger and kisses your fingertips. “I’m gonna need an answer kitten.”

“We’re married you goofball! We have been for like three weeks now!” you laugh.

“I know, but I wanted you to have this. I completely forget to take it with me when we got married.”

“How long have you had this?”

His eyes get a little wide and he clears his throat. You swear he’s blushing. His cheeks are pink from the wind, but that’s not it.

“Like a week….after…”

“After what?”

“We met,” he bites his lip, his face is really red now and it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Nathan,” your throat feels tight and you put your hand on his chest. His heart is thudding rapidly under your palm. “You secret romantic.”

“I knew what I wanted,” he shrugs. “So, that’s a yes?”

You shake your head laughing, but you give him a resounding yes.

“Good, I was scared there for a minute,” he leans in to kiss your lips. Then again. Then one more time.

“What about you?”

“What about me?” he cocks his head.

“You need a ring!”

“I was going to make one.” He takes your hand in his and you start walking again. He tells you about the plan he has for his ring, and why he didn’t make yours. How he would have spent too long on the details and it was easier to buy one than to agonize over it. You smile listening to him ramble. He’s excited.

“Well, I love it,” you tell him, outstretching your hand to look at it. When you reached back for him, you took a wrong step and your foot slips between to rocks. “Nathan, my foot! It's stuck! I think I twisted my ankle!!” you scream louder than you mean to, but the pain and sudden falling scared you.

He whips around and reaches for you, “Ok, whoa, hold still for a second. Let me help you out.” He’s very calm, he doesn’t panic. His hands steadies your teetering body as checks you’re alright.

“I can’t move it!” you start to panic.

“Hey, whoa,” he gently cups your face. “Stay with me, I need you to stay calm. It’s gonna be ok. Let me help you.”

“Ok ok,” you lean into his touch. “It really hurts,” you hiss out in pain. “Sorry I ruined this hike.”

“Don’t worry about it, ok? I know it hurts, I’m gonna help,” he brushes your cheek. “It’s gonna be ok.” He kneels then to check your ankle his hands steady on your leg. “Put your hands on my shoulder- keep your balance.”

He carefully moves one of the rocks aside, and you cry out when your ankle is free.

“I know, baby,” he rubs his thumb gently over your swollen ankle. It’s dirty and there’s a scrape from the rock when you slipped in.

“What now?” you wince.

“Let’s see if you can put weight on it first. If not, I’ll carry you back.”

“You are not carrying me down this mountain Nathan Bateman,” you grunt trying to steady yourself. His hands are on you, keeping you steady. You have your hurt foot up; it hurts too much to step on it. “I- I don’t think I can put weight on it.”

“It’s ok, baby. Let’s get you home, ok?” he wraps his arm around your waist and holds your hand with his other. “Walk with me ok? One step at a time.”

He walks in tandem with you for the rest of hike down. His hands are strong in guiding you, making sure not to let you slip. You squeeze his arm tight when it gets slippery, but he never lets you fall.

“Did you just flex your arm?”

“Maybe,” his eyes flick over to yours and he looks forward quickly. “I coulda carried you, ya know.”

“Nathan-“

“Have a little faith, baby, I know you’ve checked me out when I lift,” he smirks. And yeah, he could carry you. But his arms would have fatigued from the length of the journey. You kiss his cheek; it means everything he cares enough to even think about that.

“You like when I check you out,” you bury your face in his shoulder.

“You know I do.” Smirk. “Gets me hot.”

“Ok focus up baby, don’t get hard out here when you can’t do anything about it,” you giggle.

“Hey, I’m trying to distract you,” he chuckles softly. “I can function with my cock a little hard, I’m not a teenager.”

“distract away then. If you think you can make it,” you tease him.

“I was looking forward to you letting me fuck you up against the tree at the top. Or at least let me finger fuck you. Shit, I’m addicted to your pussy.”

“That was what I wanted too, but then I slipped and well, here we are,” you groan softly. “Now I'm thinking about your fingers.”

“I’ll give you my fingers when we get home and get some ice on that ankle, how does that sound? If you’re feeling up for it,” he teases back.

Walking with him is nice, despite the pain in your ankle. He keeps the mood light and makes corny jokes and promises of pleasure when you get home.

“My ankle is hurt not the rest of me!” you snort. “I’m not looking forward to the ankle wrap. It’s really hurting.”

“I know, but it’ll help you heal baby. Will you let me at least carry you through the front door? Since we’re officially married now?”

“Nathan!” you laugh but you let him. He holds you for one second and then sets you down- just enough to cross over the front step.

“Alright, let’s get you taken care of yeah?”

You can’t help but cling to his jacket sleeve a little too tight. He turns when he feels your tug.

“I know, baby. It’s gonna be ok. You could put a little weight on it, so I don’t think it’s broken, it just needs to rest a little bit. I’ll get you some painkillers and then we’ll get that ankle wrapped.” He kisses your forehead, and he wraps his arms around you again to help you walk through the house.

“I'm sorry I'm being such a baby. Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

“It’s ok, cuz you’re my baby,” he chuckles softly. “I’m always gonna take care of you, baby. It’s part of the husband package.”

“I like the husband package,” you laugh, but the moment the words come out of your mouth you laugh for a different reason. “Don't say it, I know you're thinking it. Don't say it!”

“I know you like my package,” he pumps his eyebrows. “I’m sorry! You can’t just set me up like that and expect me not to say it!” he laughs out loud. You like when he laughs, he’s freer. More relaxed. You’d been worried you ruined the day by falling, but he doesn’t seem bothered at all.

“Ok,” you take a deep breath. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s carefully taken your shoes and socks off, and slowly peeled down your jeans. He was extra careful about your ankle. “I’m ready,” you tell him.

With warm water he cleans the dirt off and disinfects the scrape. You recoil but he’s stronger than you.

“I know kitten.” He kisses your knee and your shin before he starts wrapping your ankle. “Let me know if it’s too tight?”

You watch him as he wraps you up. His smooth fingertips brush your skin. It’s calming. He’s entirely focused on wrapping your ankle and you can’t help but smile at the way his brow creases in concentration.

Having him take care of you, and the image of him kneeling in front of your spread legs is getting you hot for him. The moment he’s done, you grab his hand.

“Nathan?” You put his hand between your legs, and he starts to rub you through your underwear. “I need you here.”

“Fuck, you went from concerned to horny so fast…”

“You’ve taken such good care of me and you mentioned fingerfucking- oh-“ you throw your head back on a sigh as his fingers press a little harder. He slides your panties down your legs and spread you open for him.

“I’ll definitely give you my fingers, baby. Still ok?” he looks up at you after he pulled your panties off your legs.

“I just can’t move my foot.”

“Try and sit still, let daddy work. Where do you need my mouth and fingers, baby? I wanna hear you say it.”

“I want your fingers in me.”

“Where kitten? In your mouth?” he slips two fingers in your mouth and you moan around him. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your clit, and you gasp around his fingers. “Fuck, I love the way you taste.”

“Wait,” you moan and pull his hand away. “Put my leg over your shoulder, it’s hard not to move it.”

He kisses your thigh as he lifts your thigh over his shoulder. He’s gentle not to aggravate your hurt ankle. But this position is much more comfortable.

“Better?”

“Yes,” you giggle, “please keep going.”

“Eager?” he teases and slips his fingers now into your heat. His mouth closes around your clit and he sucks hard while his fingers curl in deep. “Feel better baby?”

Your moan is your answer, and he smiles.

“Fuck, you taste amazing.”

“How many times have you eaten me out and you still say that?”

“Because it’s true,” he moans licking your heat. He moves his fingers so he can get a better taste, and he puts his fingers back in your mouth. He chokes out a groan when you suck on his fingers, his dick aching with need from feeling you.

“Right there!” you gasp around his fingers, and he repeats the motion with his lips. His beard tickles your thighs, and he chuckles softly when you hit your high.

“Feel better kitten?” he asks when he pulls off you. He gently lowers your leg and kisses your knee again. He unzips his pants, and you watch him pump his cock with his wet fingers.

“You need me baby?” you sit up, but he presses his hand to your chest. He gently pushes you back down.

“Let me take care of you? Yeah?” he stands to lower his pants and he lines himself up with your entrance. He stays standing while you lay on your back. His hands grab your thighs, and he pushes in slowly. You both groan as he slides in all the way. His hand stays on your injured leg, so you won’t move it, but he lets you wrap your other leg around him. His free thumb presses onto your sensitive clit and he doesn’t stop touching you until you’re pulsing around him. He knows how to drag it out, and he has the endurance to do so, but right now he wants to come fast and hard. So that’s what he does.

He moans louder than you when hits his high.

“Nathan, you came so hard,” you giggle watching him. “You’re turned on by the wedding ring, aren’t you?”

“Fuck,” his cock jumps again inside you. Your laugh mixes with a moan.

“You are full of surprises,” you sit up and press a kiss to his shoulder.

“And you’re full of me,” he hums. He kisses the top of your head before he pulls out. “You want me to draw you a bath baby girl?”

“I’d love that,” you sigh.

“I’ve got something I need to work on, so I’ll let you bathe in peace yeah?”

“You better not- Nathan! You need an off day!”

“It’s not what you think woman!” he kisses your cheek. He adjusts himself in his pants and leaves to start you a bath. He helps you in the tub, and he disappears to work on his secret project.

You soak for a long while, it feels amazing and soothes your aches. He wanders back in a little while later just in time to help you out, so you won’t fall.

“I have a surprise for you,” he says grabbing a towel and wrapping it tight around you. He sets down a stack of clothes for you, which includes some fresh underwear, some sweatpants, and one of his shirts.

“What have you been up to?”

“Get dressed and you’ll see,” he smiles. He helps you step into your clothes and it pricks at your heart how gentle he is.

Once you’re ready, he guides you down the hall to one of the rooms in the house that’s not being used for anything currently. He covers your eyes with his hands and when he moves them, you see there’s a tent set up on the floor with sleeping bags. There’s a little lantern on the floor illuminating the space, and you see a package of marshmallows and chocolate for s’mores. It was your original plan before you slipped and fell.

“Nathan!” you gasp looking at all of it.

“I thought I’d bring the campsite to you,” he smiles and motions for you to come sit on one of the sleeping bags.

He walks over to a laptop he has set up and you start to scold him, but he pouts.

“Just one thing, let me do just one thing!” he laughs and punches in a quick code. The ceiling then lights up with stars and a soft hue of Aurora Borealis. “I wanted to do this on the deck, but it’s raining. Guess it ended up better we were here after all.”

“It’s perfect,” you smile.

“Now,” he sits down next to you. “How do you want your marshmallows?”

“How are you cooking them??”

He flicks out a lighter and holds it under a marshmallow he has ready on a wire coat hanger.

“Nathan-“

“How do you want your marshmallow?” he’s rotating the stick over the lighter.

“Like you.”

“Like me?”

“Golden brown and gooey on the inside.”

He closes his eyes and clicks off the lighter. He sighs and looks at you with a cocked brow for a solid 20 seconds.

“I fuckin’ hate how adorable that was even though that was a terrible joke babe. One Nathan marshmallow coming right up-“

“So, you don’t deny it.”

“Deny what?” he asks while he starts cooking the marshmallow.

“That you’re gooey on the inside.”

“I am perfectly golden brown,” he grins, “but yeah ok I’m gooey for you. Only you though.”

He makes your s’more and hands it to you while he starts on his own.

“I like mine burnt to a crisp,” he states, sticking his tongue in the corner of his mouth while he burns the marshmallow.

“Please don’t burn the house down,” you tell him while you bite into the sweet treat.

“There’s a sprinkler system, it’s fine.”

He makes his s’more and eats it happily. You watch him devour it and you can’t help but laugh at him.

“Good?” you giggle.

“I haven’t had one of these in forever,” he says shoving his hand in the bag to get another marshmallow out.

Before he starts to cook it, you lean up and kiss his cheek. He turns to look at you, his eyes soft.

“Thank you for taking care of me today. And for all this,” you cuddle into him.

“It’s what I’m supposed to do,” he says. “That reminds me-“ he reaches into his sweats pocket and pulls out a little ring. “Made this too,” he hands it to you.

“What’s it made of?” You ask holding it in your palm. It’s silver.

“A leftover piece from one of the AI. A reminder.” He holds his hand out to you, telling you to slide the ring on his finger. He kisses your lips; his kisses taste sweet. There’s chocolate in the corner of his mouth.

“I love you,” you tell him when you pull apart. “Even though you have marshmallow stuck on your beard.”

“I love you,” he replies, “even though you made a really lame joke,” he winks.

You curl back into him as he starts again on his next s’more. Besides from your twisted ankle, this night couldn’t be more perfect.

This time he just pops the marshmallow in his mouth. His mouth is full, but he still asks, “So round two in the tent?”

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Omg you���re doing requests with the prompts 🥺 if so, could it be Angst 24 & 36. Fluff 50 & 40 . If not feel free to ignore this! I’m just curious to see what you’ll do with them! ❤️

Thank you sweetie for the prompts! I hope you don’t mind me making this into a part of my on-going mini series! And since many of you wanted to see what is the relationship between these two - well, here’s a little taste. ❤️ 

Warnings: mentions of abuse in a past relationship. angst.

Also, you can still drop me prompts if you feel like it.

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glitter & crimson masterlist | story tag | part 1 | part 2

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ANGST – 24. “Let me go.”

ANGST – 36. “They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.”

FLUFF – 40. “Why are you scared of loving?”

FLUFF – 50. “Stay.”

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“Stay.”

Ashton’s eyes were still closed as he mumbled against the pillow, but his arm around you tightened just a little, letting you know that he did wake when you wanted to get out of his embrace. He fell asleep once the painkillers kicked in, but not before he curled a tattooed arm around your waist, pulling you close to his body while keeping some space between the two of you. Your sleep was fitful, dreams and memories keeping you awake while he slumbered next to you, and after a few hours you couldn’t stay in bed, wanting to find something else to focus on until you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore.

“Didn’t want to wake you,” you sighed, settling back against your pillow and lightly brushing a stray curl away from his forehead.

“You’re a terrible sleeper,” Ashton finally opened his eyes, sleepy gaze finding yours in the grey of the room.

“It’s just… my head is full. Can’t switch it off.”

“What’s keeping you awake?” he mirrored your movements, slowly stroking the hair behind your ear, fingers cupping your cheek.

“They warned me about this,” you whispered, hand covering his bruised one on your face.

“About what?” Ashton furrowed his eyebrows and you let out another quiet sigh.

“You.”

*

The last hour had been a blur as you pulled clothes out of drawers and closets, throwing everything you could fit into the bags on the bed. You didn’t dare look into the mirror, not after what happened in the kitchen with your boyfriend. The loud banging of the closing door let you know that he left the house and that’s when you found yourself in your shared bedroom, packing everything that belonged to you. Tonight was the last straw and you couldn’t stay for another minute if you didn’t have to.

You let your eyes wander over the place one last time as you shut the front door, throwing the key into the mailbox – you knew you’re never coming back again. You hauled up your bags and started to walk down the street, the tears freely running down your cheeks as you left everything behind. You had nowhere to go; all your friends lived on the other side of the country, and you kicked the curb as you scolded yourself – your own foolish choices made you end up in this situation, and now you had nothing.

“Hey, you’re okay there?”

The guy you just passed stopped in his track and turned after you, his voice soft but questioning as you picked up the pace. You didn’t want to talk to anyone. You didn’t want anyone to see the mess you were now. A mumbled ‘I’m fine’ left your lips, pulling your jacket tighter, hoping he will get your message loud and clear.

A moment passed then you heard footstep coming after you, the heavy boots thumping on the pavement as he quickly caught up with you, fingers curling around your arm and pulling you back to him.

“Let me go,” your voice sounded more panicked than protesting, and at that he finally pulled away.

“I’m sorry, I just– what happened to your face?”

You felt fresh tears streaming down your face as he tilted your chin up towards him, examining you in the light of the streetlamp. He looked handsome and dangerous but soft around the edges as he took in the purpling bruise on your cheek and the split on your bottom lip, gaze turning concerned as his eyes finally found yours.

“Who did this to you?” he let go of you when he saw how disturbed you are and you wrapped your arms around your chest, hiccupping and brushing away your tears.

“Boyfriend… I mean, ex boyfr– I don’t know who he is, not anymore.”

“Do you have anywhere to stay? I could drop you off, I see you packed everything,” he nodded towards your bags, but you quickly shook your head.

“Thanks, but… I’m sure you have better things to do. And I don’t want to be rude, but you’re a stranger – who knows what you’re capable of…” you took a step back and he let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Good point. But you look like someone who needs a bit of a company and a place to stay, away from that asshole. I have a friend who could take you in for a little time, even though you are just as much a stranger as I am.”

“And why would you do that? There’s no way you don’t want something in return,” you winced as you bit into your bottom lip.

“I don’t know, I just can’t let you stay out like this in this state,” he groaned, running his fingers through his hair. “It’s my conscious or something. Like if I go away now and you spend the night on the streets and something happens…”

“God, you’re so weird,” you sighed, hauling up your bag on your shoulder. “I’m gonna regret saying yes to you.”

“You won’t, I promise,” he reached for your other bag to sling it over his back, holding his hand out for you. “By the way, I’m Ashton.”

“Y/N,” you let him shake your hand before he nodded down the road.

“Nice to meet you. My car is parked just there, if you would be so kind and follow me.”

“And where are you taking me?” you trailed after him, still not sure if you were doing the right thing.

“Somewhere safe,” Ashton gave you an encouraging smile, and you felt your lips pull at the corners when he threw you a wink.

*

“What stray did you bring here again?” the girl was gorgeous and definitely pissed as Ashton ushered you into the apartment.

“Come on Mali, be nice,” he scoffed, putting your bag down in the hallway. “She needs a place to stay, just for a little while.”

“What about your place?” she quirked an eyebrow at Ashton, hands on her hips. “Or did you forget your latest one there and you don’t want them to meet each other?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just… gonna take a minute,” he gave you an apologetic look before he pulled Mali into another room and started to ramble in a hushed voice.

You could barely make out his words, but you caught a few of them anyway – ex-boyfriend, bruises, abuse. Mali kept mostly quiet, hissing whenever Ashton’s voice got louder. They were going back and forth for a few minutes before finally they came back, and he curled an arm around your shoulder.

“You can stay with Mali as long as you need it,” he lightly squeezed your arm, giving a pointed look to the blonde who just rolled her eyes. “And I will stop by tomorrow to check on you. How does that sound?”

“Like something she’s not excited about,” you nodded towards the girl who at that started laughing.

“Get out of here, Irwin,” he shooed Ashton away from you and out of the door. “I’ll take care of her. You go and fuck up someone else’s life now, okay?”

“Love you Mali, you’re the best!” he threw her a kiss and Mali pointed a finger gun at him, shooting him and closing the door, but not before he could wave at you one last time. “Bye, Y/N! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Let’s get you settled, shall we?”

Mali turned out to be an angel. She made up the guestroom for you and sent you away to take a shower, during which she made you some dinner. Before you could turn in for the night, tired from all the things that happened in the last few hours, she came in to tend to the bruises on your face, checking them before applying some antiseptics on your lips and the small cuts you didn’t see before.

“So… how do you know Ashton?” you finally asked, and she chuckled, shaking her head.

“He’s my brother’s best friend. Annoying little shit, but he grows on you. Can’t say no to a pretty girl in distress. Or well, girls in general.”

“I really didn’t want to disturb you, I’m sorry,” you mumbled but she just shook her head again.

“We’ve all been there,” she squeezed your hand, giving you a smile. “And none of us deserved it. If you needed do get out of there, well… then you’re welcome to stay here as long as you need to. And just so you know, Ashton is very protective of his own. You’ll probably become one of them if you stick around long enough. Just– don’t fall for him.”

“I don’t think that’s on the plate,” you pointed at your own cheek. “Kinda not in the mood for guys now.”

“It’s just a friendly warning,” Mali patted you knee before standing up. “He’s a nice guy. But it’s better to be his friend than anything else. You’ll never see him with the same girl twice. That’s his style: charming, but dangerous.”

*

Ashton sighed but didn’t pull back, hand still cupping your cheek as he lay beside you. A year has passed since the night he found you on the street, broken and bruised after the way your ex-boyfriend treated you. And while the two of you became close friends, you always made sure not to catch feelings for the guy who was only referred to as a womanizer around the neighbourhood. Or so you’ve told yourself.

“That’s typical Mali,” he scoffed lightly, running his fingers through his hair.

“It doesn’t really matter,” you shrugged, sitting up on the bed and pulling your knees to your chest.

“It does to me,” he pushed himself up and sat cross-legged in front of you. “Y/N… hey, look at me.”

“Don’t tell me again, please,” you whispered, trying to be as small as possible. “Please just… don’t.”

“Tell you what? That I love you?” he squeezed your knee, a slight hurt in his voice. “I’m not gonna take it back – I love you. I just don’t know why are you scared of loving me?”

“You know, Ashton. You know why I can’t.”

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[imaginesbymk]

Preference // Reservoir Dogs.

Taking Care of You When You’re Sick.

CHARACTERS: mr. orange/freddy newandyke, mr. white/larry dimmick, mr. blonde/vic vega, mr. brown, mr. pink & nice guy eddie

NON REQUESTED

TAGS: swearing & there’s a gif w/ blood + smoking in it

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i wrote this cos i’m at home, tested positive, cursed with our worst enemy c*vid19 :( i’ve been sneezing nonstop and i can’t enjoy eating anything cos i lost my sense of taste & smell - so i kinda wanted to make myself feel better with this preference!! this was inspired by @droogiesanddiscourse​, @headoverhiddles​ + @littlemissvincentvega​ !!

( MR. ORANGE / FREDDY NEWANDYKE )

freddy lets you sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the couch

he runs errands for you and makes sure everything on your to-do list is crossed off

he’ll often joke about how shitty you look but he’ll stop when you glare at him or threaten to cough on his action figures

he comes home from work with instant ramen and medicine

also he lends you his comic books to read when you’re bored :’)

you kind of nag for his attention here and there, but he’ll be there for you

freddy thinks he has the strongest immune system but he’s gonna catch whatever you had cos he’s not careful

_

( MR. WHITE / LARRY DIMMICK )

as soon as he hears a sneeze or a cough, his head is peeking through the gap of your door - “you hangin’ in there?”

“by a thread.”

always making you tea and hot soups

calling you a champ for staying strong during your sick days

props your head onto two pillows and makes sure they’re both fluffy

mr. white is not gonna care if he ends up getting sick, as long as you recover that’s all he cares about

always assuring you that you’re gonna be okay bc your body is gonna fight it off for a couple of days and you’ll feel better soon enough

_

( MR. BLONDE / VIC VEGA )

"damn... my little y/n is under the weather today, huh?”

he isn’t the best doctor in the house, but he will try to nurse you

you keep a bell on the bedside table to call for him if you need anything

he doesn’t mind if you ended up contaminating everything 

he would make you use a humidifier

vic is gonna randomly turn the radio on and dance in front of you to cheer you up

this guy would literally not get sick bc a Vega never get sick

_

( MR. BROWN )

mr. brown would be okay with taking care of you but it’s gonna backfire so bad

“brown, you don’t have to nurse me to health, just leave some medicine and water with me and i’ll be okay”

“i got you, y/n. i was pretty much a plague doctor in my past life”

but he would end up getting sick himself because he accidentally drank your juice from the beside table smh

brown would keep you entertained by putting the tv in the bedroom and putting on your favourite tv shows and movies from his collection

but THEN HE MAKES YOU SCOOT OVER AND JOINS YOU IN THE BED TO RAMBLE ON ABOUT THE SHOW OR MOVIE THAT IS PLAYING

now the two of you end up getting stuck at home, both sick, and just chilling, bedridden while the tv is on

_

( MR. PINK )

“okay... but are you dying?” 

he plays the tiniest violin for you when you mention how sick you are

however pink ends up feeling a bit bad because if the roles were reversed, he’d be the biggest baby ever and would rely on you to take care of him 24/7

just like mr. orange, his huge ego gets the best of him and he swears he never gets sick

the thought of your germs getting on everything and whatever you got sick from is airborne makes this guy grow concerned for his health

pink wears a mask when he comes inside to check on you

as soon as you reach the brink of recovery, pink kicks you out of the bed to do a deep cleaning

–

( NICE GUY EDDIE )

don’t even think about it, eddie refuses to baby you

he tosses a bottle of painkillers at your bed and wishes you the best

nice guy eddie is on the phone telling whoever’s on the other line that you’re sick and that he’s being forced to babysit you

eddie is very snappy if you need him for something

sometime out of his day, you call him and ask him to make a run to the pharmacy

“i swear to god, y/n - daddy is gonna fucking pop a vein if i show up late to the meeting and you’re asking me to get you cough syrup????”

if you’re close to feeling better, eddie is relieved he doesn’t have to deal with it anymore and things go back to normal

_

TAGLIST: @locke-writes​ @aryn-the-bearheart​

[tails89]

Quiet comfort

Pre-buddie - G - 1.1k

@sicktember day 4: headache

Read on AO3

Buck is not someone Eddie would ever describe as quiet. 

The younger man is always talking. He talks through dinner, he talks through movies. More often than not, he’s dropping seemingly random facts about whatever thought has crossed his mind in that particular moment. Eddie is one hundred percent convinced that if Buck were to stop talking, he’d combust. The only time he’s ever truly silent is when he’s sleeping.

Which is why it’s so odd when Eddie steps out of the bathroom and can’t immediately pinpoint Buck’s location by simply listening out for him. 

They’re at hour fifteen of a twenty-four-hour shift, but most of the team is still up. They’ve just returned from a structure fire at an apartment complex that took up most of the evening, so Bobby is in the kitchen cooking despite it being almost eleven PM.

Hen is sitting on one of the couches, a textbook open in her lap while she studies. Ravi and Chim are sitting in front of the TV with a few other guys watching a movie, but Buck is suspiciously absent from the rec area.

Eddie tries not to dwell on it. Buck’s probably taken the opportunity to shower after that last call out. He’d been drenched when another crew’s probie hadn’t been paying attention to where he was aiming the hose. Luckily, Buck had only caught the edge of it and hadn’t been subjected to the full pressure of the spray. He’d brushed it off while the probie had caught an earful from his captain.

Still, Buck hasn’t appeared by the time Bobby serves up his famous baked mac and cheese and that’s just not like him.

“Where did Buck go?” Chimney asks, when Eddie finally brings it up. “I haven’t seen him in ages.”

“He was down in the bunkroom,” Hen says, closing up her book. “He said he had a headache.”

Eddie exchanges a glance with Bobby. Despite being a chatterbox, Buck was tightlipped when it came to discussions about his health, often unwilling to admit when he was feeling less than one-hundred percent. The fact he’d admitted the headache to Hen was a big red flag.

“I’ll go check in on him,” Eddie offers, beating Bobby to the punch. “Save some for us,” he says, shooting Chim a pointed look as the paramedic reaches for the serving spoon.

It’s dark when he enters the bunkroom. It takes a moment for Eddie’s eyes to adjust to the darkness, but when they do he spots Buck sitting up on the bed in the far corner of the room.

“Buck?” He reaches for the lightswitch on the wall beside the door.

“Don’t turn it on.” Buck’s voice is tight, and Eddie let’s his hand drop, picking his way across the floor to avoid tripping over anything hiding in the shadows.

“Hey.” He keeps his voice low and sits on the edge of the bed beside Buck’s crossed legs. “Hen said you’ve got a headache?”

Buck nods, his face pinching with the action. His eyes are closed, like even the thin shaft of light from the hall is too much. “Yeah, I’m okay. She gave me something, I’m just waiting for it to kick in.” He falls silent again, pressing his thumb into the space where the bridge of his nose meets his left eyebrow.

“Why don’t you lie down for a bit,” he suggests. “It’ll give the meds time to work and I’ll make sure someone saves you some food.”

“Can’t,” Buck mutters, his throat bobbing as he swallows thickly. “Makes it worse.”

Eddie winces in sympathy. He hates seeing Buck in pain like this, but there’s not much he can do beside’s wait. He goes to stand and leave Buck in peace to rest when a thought occurs to him. Maybe there is something he can do.

“Here.” Before he can overthink it, Eddie takes Buck’s hand, pulling it down into his lap. 

“What are you doing?” Buck asks, squinting down at their hands. He tugs half-heartedly against the grip, but Eddie holds his hand firm.

“There’s a pressure point,” he explains softly, keeping his voice low. “Right here.” He applies a firm pressure against the webbing between Buck’s thumb and index finger, holding it for a few seconds before massaging small circles into the joint. “It’s supposed to help relieve headaches.” He keeps up the movement, switching back and forth between Buck’s hands. “It’s not too much pressure?” he asks, nervous when Buck makes a small noise.

“It’s nice,” Buck replies, his expression losing some of it’s pinched look as he relaxes. “Where’d you learn to do this?” He’s moved beyond one and two word sentences, so he must be starting to feel better.

“I read about it somewhere.” Eddie keeps his voice low and continues to massage Buck’s hands. “Tried it out with Chris one time when he wasn’t feeling well. Now he demands it if he ever gets a headache.”

It’s not the same though. There’s something intimate about sitting here in the dark with Buck, their fingers tangled together. There’s something about the way it feels so natural, like their hands are meant to fit together like this.

And Eddie’s thought about it. A lot. He’s spent countless hours wondering what it means when he looks at Buck and his heart just swells with longing. He’s spent sleepless nights replaying their every interaction of the day trying to decide— had Buck been flirting or was it his normal cheerful, friendly self?

“Yeah, well now he’ll need to line up behind me,” Buck jokes. He’s staring down at their clasped hands like somehow they hold all the answers and when he glances up there’s a faint flush to his cheeks.

“It worked then?” Eddie releases Buck’s hands and shifts back along the bed to give Buck some space to uncross his legs. “You’re feeling better?”

Buck stares down at his hands for a beat longer, then shakes it off, glancing up at Eddie. “Yeah, painkillers are kicking in. And, y’know—” he rubs a thumb over the spot Eddie had been massaging. “—thanks.”

“C’mon.” Eddie holds out a hand to help Buck up. “Everyone’s probably finished eating by now, but I’m sure Bobby saved us some of his mac and cheese.”

“Wait, Bobby made mac and cheese?” Buck bounces up from the bed, herding Eddie towards the doorway. “Is it his baked mac and cheese? With the breadcrumbs?” He’s still squinting a bit against the harsh fluorescent lights, but he’s also talking again— rambling on about some obscure cheese fact— so Eddie knows everything is going to be okay.

[spookyboywhump]

While Cain is,,,, enjoying his birthday, Zander is having his own issue

Takes place on the same day as This Piece but isn’t really connected, and heavily references and discusses the events of last year’s April First, which, heed the warnings please

CW: Discussions of death, references to: mock execution, death, suicidal thoughts, unsafe gun practices, sibling death tw, alcoholism, drinking, if you feel the need to avoid this one then please do

***

 “Do you remember what happened that night…?” Zander asked slowly. He’d been quiet so far, ever since he stumbled in through Elias’ front door, clearly upset but unable to say why. He was finally beginning to gather his thoughts, think clearer, which he sure was of some relief to Elias.

 “What night…?” He asked gently, sitting beside him on the floor. He hadn’t touched any of the furniture on his way in, when Eli sat on the couch Zander immediately, instinctively, knelt on the floor beside him, and he still had yet to notice. When he was in a better mood, he would laugh it off, say it was from the “dog brain”, but he wasn’t in that mood right now, he wasn’t exactly sure what he was feeling aside from bad, all he knew was that he was on the floor, and he moved for sit with him, and Eli was there which was the only good thing he had right now.

 “A-April first, last year.” He said. He didn’t keep track of days at the best of times, it was by complete chance he saw the calendar the day before, dread creeping up on him the closer and closer it got to midnight. He’d been a mess all day but he couldn’t explain it to his moms, didn’t even know how to begin, so instead he came here.

 “Zander I… I never could keep track of the date there, I’m sorry…” He said slowly.

 “I-It was this time last year, and I, I left for a while, Cain pulled me out but he made you stay- remember? And then I- I came back a while later and I… I couldn’t say anything…”

 “I… think I remember…” He nodded slowly. “You weren’t gone for too long, long enough I got worried of course, but when you came back you were… quiet… I knew something was wrong but you seemed like you wanted to be left alone…”

 “So I- I didn’t tell you then.” Zander said, finally getting confirmation to what he’d been wondering. Everything after the incident was a haze in his mind, but now that he was sure he could remember that, he remembered that he wanted to tell him so bad and he couldn’t, as if the words were trapped inside of him, impossible to get out. Elias never asked about it so he never brought it up, until now anyway when he seemed to feel the opposite, as if he needed to get it out. 

 “No… I don’t remember much else from that night, I know while you were gone I heard something outside but I wasn’t sure what- everything was muffled in that room, you know? But when you came back and you weren’t hurt I thought everything was fine…” He said, and Zander shook his head, shifting to pull his knees up to his chest. He was vaguely aware of the fact he was shaking, he’d been shaking the entire day it was just normal at that point.

 “H-he dragged me out of there and, and he tied my hands behind my back, and he blindfolded me…” He started, though he knew this wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary for Cain. He still remembered it clearly though, everything before the haze was so vivid and no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, it was somehow all he could think about. “He, Uh, took me outside and made me kneel, outback I saw later and he- fuck, he put a gun to my fucking head, what the fuck?!” He cried as it finally dawned on him, as if it took a whole year for him to realize that it wasn’t as harmless as he’d hoped it was. He didn’t look at Eli, he didn’t see the look on his face but he could only imagine it was one of horror.

 “H-He what…?”

 “He put a gun to my head, he fucking- I thought he was going to fucking kill me! I-I begged for my goddamn life because I really thought he was going to fucking kill me!” He was rambling now, speaking faster than he could think. “And-and I thought, I thought about it because I thought I wanted to die but I didn’t, I was so scared I begged him and he went- he took a few steps back and he fired it, he shot at me and purposefully missed and for a moment I was so fucking scared I thought I had died!” He anxiously raked a hand through his own hair, a desperate attempt to soothe himself it seemed.

 “Zander- that’s fucking torture.” Elias told him, keeping his voice low and steady, almost as if he were forcing himself to stay calm. 

 “It is, isn’t it?! He- I thought, I thought he killed me, but he didn’t and he fucking laughed at me! I was so fucking angry I just started yelling at him, I can’t even remember what I said I just yelled and yelled and I couldn’t- couldn’t say anything when I got back.” He said. “But I- but I sat there, and I, I kept thinking about what would’ve happened if he hadn’t missed!”

 “Hey, don’t-“

 “No, no I mean, I mean I didn’t know and that scared me, if he had actually killed me what- what would’ve happened?! My moms, they would’ve never known, they wouldn’t have known I was alive all that time only to fucking die there, and you, what would you have done if I was gone, I-I wouldn’t have even gotten to say goodbye, and, and we hadn’t even met Cathal yet now that I think about it, I wouldn’t have gotten to know him, and maybe- maybe that would’ve been better for him but he made me so happy and I would’ve never gotten that!” He didn’t realize he was crying until his voice cracked, attempting to blink the tears from his eyes. 

 “He didn’t kill you though, you, you’re here, you survived everything…” Elias said gently. He tried to place his hand on Zander’s arm but he quickly jerked away, pushing himself back from him. He stared at him with wide eyes, taking slow breaths as tears streamed down his face. He backed off though, lowering his hand even as he looked worried about him.

 “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry not… not now…” He said, and Eli nodded. He went back to anxiously combing through his own hair, still shaking as he sat there and murmured, “I know, I know I-I’m here, and I’m glad I’m here, I just… I can’t believe he fucking did that!”

 “I mean, it is Cain you’re talking about, is that really that far out…?”

 “Yes! I mean, no, no not completely I guess, I just, I didn’t expect it, he usually didn’t do things like that, I just… I wish I knew what he’d been thinking. I wish I knew why he fucking did that, I wish I could ask him but he’s fucking gone and I don’t know where the hell he fucking is!” 

 “We’re looking…” He tried to offer as comfort, but it wasn’t enough for him right now. He felt sick to his stomach, he’d broken out in a cold sweat and he couldn’t stop shaking, he couldn’t even focus on his own racing thoughts, all he could focus on was dragging a hand through his hair over and over and it took him far too long to realize that he was pulling out strands of his own hair. He finally lowered his hand, and hesitantly, Elias moved closer to him, still careful not to touch him. 

 “I could’ve died…” He said, his voice softer now, unsteady. “I- There were so, so many times when I could’ve died, but… that time it was so, so close, and I… fuck, Eli, it was bad...”

 “I’m sorry, Zander…” He said softly. He scooted closer to him, enough they were barely touching, and he seemed to finally feel comfortable enough with this. After a few moments he reached over and grabbed Eli’s hand, squeezing just slightly, and for a while neither of them spoke, Zander taking slow, shuddering breaths as he finally seemed to calm down, or at least, tire himself out. 

 “I don’t feel good…” He murmured after a while, and Elias looked up at him. 

 “You want something for it…?”

 “You’re going to offer me beer, aren’t you?” He glanced down at him.

 “Yeah, pretty much.” He said, and Zander hesitated before nodding.

 “Yeah, sure.” He said. He knew he should’ve denied it, he knew Eli would drink too and he didn’t want him to but he couldn’t tell him what to do right now, not when he felt as though he were falling apart. He was at the point that he desperately wished he’d taken some painkillers before coming over here, anything to dull the way he felt, but for right now, he assumed alcohol would have to do.

 ***

 Zander drank until he passed out. He got loud first- he usually didn’t drink around him so Elias didn’t see it often but he started rambling again, even less coherent this time, a whole lot of ”Fuck Cain!” that he would’ve found funny if he wasn’t so worried about him. He managed to get him to his room while he was still just barely coherent, but he passed out not long after that, and he didn’t mind.

 Hours had passed and he still couldn’t sleep himself. Instead he laid there, clinging to Zander as tight as he could, listening to his snoring, a sound he’d long since gotten used to. He didn’t know how he held himself together so long but he couldn’t help it now, tears welled up in his eyes as he held onto him, still processing the fact that he could’ve lost him. 

 He loved Zander. He could never replace his brother but he didn’t need to “replace” him, he wasn’t Everett but he was his own person, a person that Eli had come to love the same way he loved his brother and if he had died, he wasn’t sure what he would’ve done, he wasn’t sure if he would’ve even survived being with Cain if he weren’t there. He needed him, he needed the relationship they had, and the thought of losing him that soon hurt him so much.

 They were safe now, though. They were free, they weren’t dogs anymore, he didn’t want to have to worry about it anymore. He knew there were problems he should have worried about but right now, as he laid awake clinging to him and crying as quietly as he could, he decided to ignore those things, and just be thankful Zander was alive.

[theodorecanaryhood]

Drunk sex

Jason Todd x reader

Warning ⚠️ language

It's New Year's Eve and Jason has gone out with the guys to celebrate, you prefer to celebrate at home with some friends quietly.

As you watch the ball drop you start to go light headed and numb as you can feel the effects of the drink setting in.

'No more for me honey I'm cut off' you state to one of your girlfriends as she pours more drinks for everyone.

'Live a little y/n' you hear another friend say from the otherside of the room. The thing is you're responsible with your drinking, you don't like to get too drunk with people around. Especially as you have to cook a big dinner tomorrow for you and Jason.

'I'm ok, you have my share' you call back as you hand the glasses round.

...

Jason is out in Gotham Central and has lost count of drinks he's had tonight, not giving a damn anymore.

'Can we get some more shots?' Jason calls out to the bartender, the bartender looks and counts to Jason with his hand this is the last round of shots he's giving them then cutting them off.

'After this wanna go Lobster bar? They have killer cocktails?' One of Jason's friends says behind him. Jason nods eagerly, really not caring about how much he drinks tonight.

'Let's do it' Jason cheers as he downs his next shot.

...

Having a hot shower and a glass of water is what you really needed to get your mind straight.

Settling into bed and putting Netflix on as company, checking the time it's just passed 1 in the morning and still no word from Jason.

'Must be having a really good time' you say to yourself as you cosy down with your show.

...

At Lobster bar on New Years Eve after midnight is a nightmare. The bar is full and the bartenders are on lookout for drunk people to throw out.

Jason sets at a booth as his friends get drinks while he checks his phone. He is about to text you then realises the time, 1.45am.

'Better not in case she's asleep' Jason thinks to himself, suddenly a young woman comes and sits next to Jason. Smiling brightly as she hands him a cocktail.

'Brought us a drink for the road, hope you don't mind' she says as Jason takes in her form. She's blonde, wearing a green knee high dress with red stilletos.

'My friends are getting us drinks, thank you though' Jason says in response as the woman tried to push a drink to Jason.

'Come on, I'll be offended if you don't have one with me' the woman says, Jason starts to get flustered and pushes the drink back to the woman.

'I'm not interested, I have a fiance waiting for me at home' Jason says, the woman smiles and stands up.

'Sorry to have bothered you, enjoy the rest of your night' she says walking away.

You and Jason weren't engaged but he just had to say tue first thing that popped in his head. To be honest, he was planning on proposing to you tonight. Maybe he will wait until the morning now, he is pretty drunk.

...

2.30am and you're still wide awake, you find it hard to sleep on your own. Especially when Jason is out drinking till this time.

You hear the door shut and Jason sighing as he tried to find his footing on the floor. You chuckle when you hear him trying to lock the front door.

'Come on you piece of shit' Jason whispers to himself as you come up behind him, chuckling as you help him.

'There you go' you smile, Jason hugs you tight seeming happy to see you.

'Baby, Happy New Year, did I wake you?' Jason flushed.

'No, been awake the whole time. Can't sleep in that bed alone. Plus I was worried you were out too drunk to get home' you confessed, Jason put his jacket on the coat rack, walking to the kitchen for a glass of water.

'Pete got me an uber, he was the most sober one' Jason chugged his water, you gave Jason a kiss.

'Anything exciting that you can remember?' You asked, Jason just shrugged.

'One thing, I realised tonight just how much I love you'

You stood wide eyed, blushing a little and then pouring another glass of water for Jason.

'This woman came upto me and offered me a drink, God knows what else. I turned her down, because I could think about tonight was how much I love you. How much I've been excited to come home and see you' Jason rambled, you just smiled and kissed Jason again.

'I was thinking the same thing' Jason smiled, then his face turned,

'I have to pee' he said as he walked to the bathroom.

...

You lay in bed ready to relax and go to sleep when Jason swayed into the doorframe.

'Hey good looking' he slurred, you just laughed as he came over to the bed and began to kiss your neck.

'You're either gonna throw up or be unconscious in about 10 seconds' you laughed as Jason made his way up to your face. Kissing you deeply,

'No, just gonna have my way with you' he slurred again, he'd brushed his teeth you could smell it, however he still smelled like a mini bar.

'Try and see' you smiled as Jason rolled on top of you, kissing you tenderly and rubbing you. You chuckled.

'That's my thigh you're having your way with' you then adjusted your position so you both were aligned.

'Better' Jason smiled as he bit your neck, leaving a hickey. Rubbing at your spot.

...

New Years Day morning, you woke up to find Jason snoring under the covers. Sleeping so deeply an Earthquake wouldn't have woken him.

'Morning precious' you kissed the top of Jason head as you rolled out of bed.

Coming back into the bedroom 10 minuted later with coffee you found Jason groaning under the covers.

'Morning' you said with a smile, Jason sat up.

'Shh, you're practically screaming' he whispered, making you laugh hysterically.

'Brought you some coffee' you handed him the cup, Jason powered it as quick as possible, along with some painkillers and water.

'I think I'm gonna set up camp here today, until about 2 anyway' Jason said, you chuckled,

'Considering it is midday that woukd be wise' you replied, putting Netflix on for him.

Jason just sat, drinking his coffee and watching the screen as you put laundry away.

'Beer and tomato juice' you said, not taking your eyes away from your pile, Jason just looked at you confused.

'What?' He asked, you looked at him and smiled.

'Mix beer and tomato juice and power it down. Cures a hangover'

'I'll keep that in mind' Jason drew his attention back to the screen as he smiled, comfortable.

[a-n-conrad]

Bad at Secrets (PS4 Spider-man x Reader)

[Summary: For as long as you’ve known Peter Parker, he has been pretty bad at keeping secrets. Lucky for him, you’re much better at it. At least, until you end up drunk at his house after a party.

Warning and Notes: Drinking, Drunk Reader, Awkward convos, PS4 game spoilers, swearing, May didn’t die because I refuse, gender-neutral reader]

Peter Parker was never very at keeping secrets from you. He was clumsy and always managed to leave something obvious out in the open. You were surprised that the entire city of New York hadn’t figured it out yet. Perhaps it was because you were helping him constantly. Whether it was casually introducing him to voice modifying technology, or helping him set up his phone to have two different numbers, you know, for “business”. 

You still couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t told you yet. You knew MJ knew. Did he just trust her more? Maybe you were just jealous. They had dated, so it probably came up then. And to be honest, you had to admit you had a crush on him. But you knew that wasn’t going to go anywhere. You and Peter had been friends for so long, that if anything was going to happen, it would have by now. So you’d be his friend. And you wouldn’t push him to tell you anything he didn’t want to.

- - - - -

It had been a couple of months since the city went to shit. Peter’s mentor, Otto Octavius was imprisoned at The Raft, Feast was now being run by May after Martin Li was arrested, and it took a whole month to get all of the run-aways from Rykers off the street. Everyone was stressed and tired, and you really needed a second to de-stress. So when you got an invitation to a party at one of your old college friend’s houses, you really couldn’t turn down the offer.

Maybe you went a little crazy. You didn’t have the highest alcohol tolerance, and before you knew it, you were starting to get a little wobbly on your feet. Definitely a bit too wobbly to be walking home through the streets of New York City. So without thinking, you picked up your phone to call a friend of yours.

You knew he’d be busy, but Peter was really the only one you trusted to walk you home. I mean, who better than Spider-man. You were surprised when it only rang twice before he picked up, “(Y/n)? I thought you were at a party tonight, is everything ok?”

You giggled a little at the concerned tone in his voice. He overthought a lot, and it was honestly kind of endearing, “Yeah, Pete, I’m fine. I was just wondering if you’re free to walk me home.”

“You didn’t bring anyone with you to walk with?” He asked, “Isn’t that a little dangerous?”

“Mhm,” You hummed, grabbing another can for something. You weren’t sure exactly what you were drinking anymore, but it was fine. Honestly, as much as you’d normally worry about the dangers of a situation like this, it was a lot harder to worry about stuff like that when you had just almost died from a supervillain attack, “That’s why I’m calling you. If you’re busy, though, I’ll figure something else out.”

“No, no,” You heard some noise in the background. He was definitely busy, but knowing him, he wasn’t about to let you walk home yourself, “I’ll be there, just hang tight for another fifteen minutes or something.”

“Sure,” You took another drink, “I’ll see you soon.”

- - - - -

By the time he got there, you had gone through another four cans of, well, you still couldn’t remember. Either way, you were pretty drunk. When Peter got there, he had found you dancing on a table, your hair extra messy and a little bit of your drink spilled on the front of your outfit. You looked like you were having so much fun, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Come on, (Y/n), let’s get you home,” He said, walking up to where you were. You smiled down at him before jumping down from the table.

“Pete!” You exclaimed, grinning at him, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, (Y/n),” He chuckled, “But we should get you home. You need some sleep.”

“But I don’t wanna go home,” You whined, “It’s boring. There’s nothing to do. Can we go to your place instead? I wanna watch movies.”

“Sure,” He sighed. He could tell you were a lot drunker than you were when you called him. It had been a while since he had to babysit you while you were drunk, but he honestly didn’t mind. You were always fun when you were drunk.

- - - - -

Peter’s house wasn’t too far away from the party, but it was a long enough walk that the two of you had to talk about something. And eventually, you ran out of your normal things to drunkenly ramble about. So things started to get a little more interesting.

“Do you think Peter trusts me?” You asked out of nowhere. It caught Peter a little off-guard. 

“I think so,” He said. You obviously didn’t know you were talking to him. He wondered if he should tell you, but honestly, he was a little interested in what you’d say.

“Then why doesn’t he tell me anything?”

“What do you mean he doesn’t tell you anything.” You were always so confident that you knew everything. And Peter tried his best not to keep too many secrets from you. There were just two, so which one had you started to pick up on.

“He has a secret that he’s had for years that he won’t tell me,” you pouted at him.

“Do you know what it is?”

“Yeah, Pete isn’t very good at keeping secrets,” Shit.

“What is it?”

“I can’t tell you,” You replied, crossing his arms, “It’s Peter’s secret.”

He couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. You were so sweet and protective. He should’ve known better than to think you’d rat him out to someone you thought was a stranger. He’d just have to ask again when you were sober. 

Eventually, the two of you made it to his apartment. He had gotten a new one a while ago after he got evicted from his. Aunt May was helping him out until he got a new job, and he was working pretty hard on finding something just as fulfilling as his work with Otto. 

“What movie do you wanna watch?”

“Mmmmm, Superhero movie.”

“I didn’t know you were a fan of superheroes, (Y/n),” He chuckled.

“Mhm, I love Spider-man.”

He laughed a bit, causing you to pout, “I didn’t know you were a Spider-man fan.”

“No, I love Spider-man. I love him. He’s so smart and funny and caring.”

Peter couldn’t help that blush that coated his cheeks. He hoped maybe you were too drunk to notice. And lucky for him, you were. In fact, you had fallen asleep on his couch before he could even get the movie he had picked out started.

He smiled at you. You were kind of cute when you slept. You looked so calm. He had missed seeing you calm and happy. So much had happened, he was just glad you were ok. And alive. 

He carefully picked you up, he could pull buses and helicopters, lifting you up was really no problem. He decided that you could take the bed tonight. What kind of hero would he be if he made his friend sleep on the couch? He set you down carefully, tucking you in to the covers, before heading over to the ouch and making a little bed for himself. This might actually be the first night he had gotten a decent amount fo sleep in a couple of months. 

- - - - -

Waking up with a pounding headache should have been expected. Waking up in Peter’s bed with a glass of water a couple of painkillers next to you, however, wasn’t. And what was even more unexpected was the sounds of someone cooking breakfast coming from the other room. Did Peter even eat breakfast?

After taking the painkillers and drinking the water as quickly as possible, you wandered into the kitchen, your hair a complete mess and the clothes you were wearing to the party last night crumpled from being slept in. Standing over the stove, watching the food intently to avoid his habit of getting distracted and burning his cooking, you found Peter.

“Morning, Pete,” You yawn, sitting down at the table.

He turned towards you with a smile, “Morning, (Y/n). Are you feeling alright?’

“Mm, my head still hurts, but I’m sure that’ll go away. Thanks for letting me stay here. I hope I wasn’t too much of a bother.”

“Do you remember anything you told me last night?”

“Ugh, not really,” You shook your head, “The last thing I remember was calling you, honestly. I hope I didn’t say anything too stupid.”

“No, it’s not that,” He said, quickly getting distracted from your conversation, by the toast popping out of the toaster.

- - - - -

Eventually, he sat down at the table with you, placing a plate in front of you and another plate in front of himself. You really hadn’t realized how hungry you were until the food was right in front of you. And to be honest, Peter was getting pretty good at cooking.

“So what exactly did I say last night?” you asked, shoving food into your mouth. Did you eat last night? You couldn’t remember.

“Well, that you were in love with Spider-man,” Peter chuckled, but you knew that wasn’t really what he wanted to talk about. He was just trying to lighten the mood first. You still couldn’t help but blush. You supposed it was true, “But also that you knew that I was keeping a secret from you.”

“Oh.

“You still wouldn’t tell me what, though. I don’t think you knew you were talking to me. I appreciate the loyalty, but I’m wondering what secret I’m keeping from you.”

“Is there more than one, Pete?”

He froze.

“I know that you’re Spider-man, Pete. You really suck at keeping secrets. You think I can’t figure it out when you leave drawings for all your gadgets out all the time?”

“How long have you known?”

“A year or so? Maybe more?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“I just didn’t want to get you swept up in anything. You know, with the villains I have to fight, Spider-man ends up with a lot of enemies. I just wanted to keep you away from that.” He sighed. He looked like he was trying to think of something to say until a realization crept its way onto his face, “In love with Spider-man, huh?”

You choke a bit on your food, causing Peter to laugh a bit, “No, we’re not changing the topic. You’re a superhero.”

“And you’re in love with my superhero self,” He laughs before it seems like his brain clicks again, “Wait if you already knew...”

“Um…”

“(Y/n)?”

“Um, hey, Just let me finish breakfast and I’ll head out. Really don’t worry about it, Pete,” You scrambled. You had avoided that conversation for years. You had sate through him dating MJ, through him risking his life over and over, through him crying to you over and over about everything in his life going wrong without saying anything. You really didn’t want this to be the point where you lose him.

“Woah, wait, no,” He looked panicked, “Why are you running away?”

“Look, Pete, I’ve avoided this conversation forever, I don’t want things to be awkward, or to make you feel like we can’t just hang out. I just don’t want you to stop being my friend,” You rambled, only cut off when Peter grabbed your hand, a grin on his face.

“Ask me again if there’s more than one secret.”

“What?”

“Ask.”

“Do you have more than one secret, Pete?” You were still pretty nervous, and you had no idea where he was going with this, but you trusted him. And you were pretty sure that he wasn’t going to make fun of you.

“Yeah. I’ve been keeping two secrets from you,” He said, “The first is that I’m Spider-man. And the second is that I’ve been in love with you for months.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” He said, “Remember a month or two after MJ and I broke up? When we went to the park in the middle of the night because neither of us could sleep? And we just talked for hours about life and our goals and everything? The next day I realized I was in love with you.”

“I guess you’re better at keeping secrets than I thought you were,” you laughed.

“I guess so,” he laughed, “But I don’t plan on keeping anymore.”

(A/N: This might be trash, but my Spider-man hyper fixation from when I was a kid is back full swing.)