#i left the event to put a jacket away and was gonna go right back

[an--artistic--autistic]

the "struggling with transitions" part of autism is really bad this week

I've been going to bed at 4am but spending 3-4 hours before that just trying to psych myself up to lie down

And now I'm supposed to get lunch and go to an event but I've been sitting on a bench for half an hour and my brain is being oddly resistant to get back up

[ravenromanova]

My little girl

Pairings: Step mom Natasha x Step daughter reader (Steve is the father)

Warnings: SMUTTTT!!!!!! DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18+! Mommy kink, Strap on use, Pet names, Cheating, Fingering, Oral. DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDERAGE!

Summary: Natasha cant wait to have her little girl anymore.

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The day had started out like normal for you since you had gotten home eat with your dad and step mother, then watch movies in your room til dinner. But unfortunately right after breakfast your father had gotten a call that he was needed on a work trip ASAP. It wasn’t uncommon for your father to be whisked away by work… sometimes you thought he was cheating on your step mother with how much he was gone.

So after you hugged him by he was out of the door faster then you could blink. You were kinda sad you weren’t gonna spend halloween with him since you literally came home for that but oh well. After he left you retreated back into your room despite your step mother trying to talk to you.

About an hour or two after your father’s departure you went down for dinner. Your stomached rumbled as you smelt whatever it was Natasha had made for dinner.

“Take a seat moya lyubov ill bring it to you” She says with a smile as she hears you walk into the kitchen. You do as you’re told and sit down as the mahogany table watching the woman skate her way around the kitchen. When she was done making your plate she handed it to you with a kiss on the head and a smile.

“Thank you” The words barely made it out of your mouth since she had made you a little flustered. She noticed your flushed cheeks but didn’t say anything and sits down to eat next to you.

“So i was thinking that since your dads gone why dont we go to that haunted maze that’s in town tonight? It’ll be good to get out of the house.” Natasha asked breaking the silence the two of you were in. The thought of you and Natasha alone brought a shiver down your spine and made not so pg thoughts run through your head.

“Sure. That’s sounds better than just watching movies all night.” You agree while taking a sip of your drink and try not to choke when you see her smile.

“Great! I’ll get us tickets for around eight so after were finished go get dressed lyubov” She couldn’t contain her excitement about being able to spend time with you if she tried. Even though she was with your father she had been madly in love with you since she met you. Granted she never said anything but in light of recent events with your father she’s throwing all her resolve away.

Natasha had thought your father was cheating on her for months and, it was confirmed a month ago when he came home with a hickey and lipstick on his collar. That was when Natasha had made a plan to get back at him through you in many ways. She had started her plan last week when you came back for break. It started out with soft touches, sweet praises, small gifts and now tonight was her time to finalize her plan.

The two of you finished dinner with light conversation before you got up and got ready. You couldn’t help but put some extra effort in your appearance wanting to impress your stepmother. Black ripped jeans, a red tank top, leather jacket and boots is what you decided on along with your hair in braids. Once you stared at yourself in the mirror for five minutes you finally decided to head downstairs.

When you descended down the stairs Natasha was putting on her boots and you choked a little at how good she looked. She was wearing a grey long sleeve accompanied by a similar leather jacket to yours, black jeans and had her hair braided. Her attention turned towards you and she smiled as her heart thumped in her chest.

“You look so good dekta” She praised walking up to you keys and purse in hand. You blushed at her praise and muttered a ‘thank you’ before walking out to her car. She opened and closed your door before getting into the drivers side and driving off. The car ride was filled with the both of you singing along to halloween songs and laughing.

When she pulled into the maze your eyes widened at the decorations that lined the maze. Natasha parked the car and opened your door while holding out her hand for you. You took her hand with a smile and the two of you walked to the ticket booth.

“Hi welcome to the haunted maze of westview! How can i help you?” The woman dressed as a skeleton asked once you and Natasha approached her.

“Hi! We have two tickets for eight under Romanoff” Natasha answered the woman with her signature smile that made you swoon. The woman gave you both wristbands and told you both to have a goodnight with a smile. Natasha took your hand and started to lead you to the entrance of the maze. And of course to your lucky a zombie jumped out at you right as you entered the maze.

“Fucking shit!” You screamed as the zombie retreated back into their corner. Unknowingly when you jumped you had fully pushed your body into Natashas and her hands found home on your waist. When you realized how close you were to her you tried to pull away but she held you close.

“Stay next to me dekta i’ll protect you” She whispered in your ear and continued to walk you two through the maze hand in hand. As the two of you walked along multiple creatures jumped out at you causing you to shriek and squeal like a child. Natasha laughed everytime you screamed and jumped back into her arms.

In all reality she was loving how scared you got because you sought solace in her. She would wrap her arms around your waist and hold you close smiling to herself each time. By the time you two neared the end of the maze you were significantly scared and a mess in Natasha’s arms. But of course you couldn’t leave without one more group of creepy and disfigured creatures popping out and scaring you half to death.

“Okay can we go home now?” Your voice was starting to shake from how scared you were. Natasha took your hand and nodded before kissing your hand and bringing you to her car.

“I didn’t know it would be that intense dekta im sorry” She apologized with a look of pity in her eyes pulling you into a hig for a second. Your arms naturally found themselves wrapped around her waist and your head laid on her chest.

“It’s okay it’s not your fault im a wimp” You joke lifting your head up to look into her deep green eyes. For a moment you could’ve sworn you saw something more than just a step mother kind of love from her. And you were right and that became clear when her hand cupped your face and rubbed your cheek. She stared at you with more love and admiration than you’ve ever seen.

“Let’s get you home dekta” She whispered kissing your head then taking your hand in hers again. You gratefully take her hand and let her lead the way to her car before getting in the passenger seat. She got in the drivers side after she closed your door and drove off yet again.

Natasha kept one hand n the wheel and one hand on your thigh the whole time she drove back to your house. The two of you sat in comfortable silence during the ride home just enjoying the music on the radio. Your thoughts were running wild when she rubbed her thu,b on your thigh, the action set a straight pulsing to your core. It was hard to focus on anything with the way her hand felt on you. When she pulled into the driveway she moved her hand to your cheek and made you look at her pulling you out of your thoughts.

“When we get inside i want you to go upstairs, strip, get on the bed and wait for me” She demanded fully losing her resolve. You didn’t mutter a word but instead just nodded your head not completely understanding what’s happening. You bolted out of the car and unlocked the front door before booking it to your room.

As you ran to your room you couldn’t contain your excitement or the wetness in your panties growing. Once you finally reached your room you undressed as fast as your could and then laid on your bed waiting for her. It took her a grueling fifteen minutes before she walked into your room with a red strap on in her hand and a devilish smile.

“Good girl listening to mommy” She groaned out taking in your fair skin and pretty face. Natasha wasted no time in sauntering over to you and placing herself between your thighs. Her hands found their way to your stomach and she squeezed the soft flesh.

“So soft, So pretty baby” Her praise sent a shiver down your spine which in turn made your nipples hard. She moved her hands to your chest and rolled your nipples in between her fingers.

“Oh fuck mommy” The moan was broken as it past your lips. The arousal in between your thighs was dripping down on the sheets at this point. It was only a matter of seconds before one of your nipples was in her mouth and she sucked on it. Your back arched from the pleasure that you felt.

You aren’t quite sure how you got here but gods you were loving it. Her mouth felt so good on your chest you swear you almost came right then.

“Please fuck me mommy” You beg clawing at her back earning a chuckle from the redhead. “Please” The need was very evident in your voice.

“Okay okay okay” She laughed making her way down your body. Your glistening pussy made her groan when she came face to face with it. She wasted no time again as she stuck two fingers into you making you moan loudly.

“Oh fuck yes” You screamed when her mouth came down on your clit. Her fingers worked relentlessly hitting your g-spot over and over again while sucking your clit. You were in a haze from the pleasure you felt as your orgasm came closer.

“R-Right there mommy…FUCK!” Your orgasm ripped through you like you’ve never felt before earning a satisfied moan from the older woman. The second you came on her tongue she knew she was addicted for life.

“Such a good girl dekta” Your stepmother praised rubbing small circles on your clit with her free hand while still hitting your g-spot with the other.

“M-Mommy c-cant too sensitive” The pleas fell on deaf ears as she pulled another orgasm from you. She smirked to herself and pulled her fingers out and then licking them clean.

“So fucking sweet” She continued her praises grabbing the strap securing it to her hips. Your eyes fell down to the strap and your eyes widened in excitement yet again. It was in this moment she went from your step mother to the love of your life.

“I’m gonna fuck you for real now okay sweet girl?” She asked kissing her thighs lifting them to wrap around her waist. You gladly wrapped your legs around her which brought her closer to your dripping and aching pussy. Your hands wrapped around the faux cock and directed it to you.

“Please mommy” And that plea right here is what broke all of her restraint. She slammed her cock into you making you scream out and claw at her. She picked a fast pace as she rammed herself into you.

“OH FUCK!” You screamed feeling the strap hit all the right spots. Natasha smirked as she looked down at you and saw your face contort with pleasure.

“That’s it baby take it take mommy cock” She demanded feeling her clit brush against the strap making her moan. Her moans were music to your ears and brought you closer to your thrive orgasm.

“R-Right there mommy -oh fuck-“ The sentence barely came out as you came on the strap with a shriek. You sat up and grabbed onto her and she decided to wrap her arms around your waist and fuck into you harder.

“My sweet little girl takes me so well” Natasha praised chasing her own orgasm still fucking into you hard.

“Yes mommy! All for you” You moaned attaching your lips to her neck needing to distract yourself from the pleasure. Her head fell back once you started sucking on her neck and that was all she needed to cum harder than ever.

“Such a good girl” She kissed your forehead as she laid you back on your back and fucked your through her orgasm bringing you to your fourth.

“Thank you mommy” You squeaked feeling her pull out of you slowly. She discarded the strap on the floor then laid next to you breathlessly.

“Oh im the one that should be thanking you” Her laugh came out airy as she rolled to her side to look at you. She pulled the covers over the two of you before she pulled you closer so your back was pressed against her.

“Well either way that was amazing” Your hands found their way on top of hers giving them a soft squeeze. She hummed in agreement and laid with you in a dazed state. It took you a few moments before the reality of you sleeping with your step mother hit.

“Fuck-“ You berated yourself making Natasha turn you over to face her. Her eyes were filled with concern as you kept muttering to yourself.

“What’s wrong dekta?” She asked cupping your cheeks making you look at her.

“We just had sex! And you’re married to my father! That’s what’s wrong” You sat up and ran your hand through your hair. “Oh my gods what have i done?” You ask more to yourself than her.

“Hey hey hey look at me its okay” She said softly making you shake your head in response.

“No! No! it isn’t okay!” You said in a frantic state disgusted with yourself and what you’ve done.

“Your father has been cheating on me” She finally says causing you to halt your head shaking.

“W-What?” The disbelief was hard to hide as you spoke. It’s not like the thought of your dad cheating never happened but for it to finally be confirmed shocked you.

“I found out last month.. You know his secretary? Sharon?” She asked and you nodded. “Well apparently those work trips have been to the four seasons in jersey city” Natashas voice came out smooth and soft as she spoke almost as if she didn’t care.

“Why dont you seem more upset?” Was all you were able to ask still in shock.

“Because i found someone much better to love” She answered cupping your cheek. It took you a moment to realize what or more so who she was talking about.

“M-Me?” You asked pointing to yourself with wide eyes. She shook her head yes with a smile on her face.

“Ive wanted you since the day i met you. Marrying your father was the biggest mistake of my life” The redhead admitted staring into your eyes. You smiled back at the woman nodding your head in understanding.

“So what does this mean?” Your voice was a little shaky as you spoke but she gave you a kiss to help with that.

“It means that i want a divorce from your father… And then if you want me i want to be with you” She admitted and for the first time you saw the older woman blush.

“I want you” You said quickly not giving her any time to doubt herself. Natasha smiled and brought you in for another kiss. That night you two laid together figuring out how Natasha would bring up the divorce to your father.

In the months that followed your father and Natasha got a divorce and, you and her moved to new york together during the summer so you could finish school. Natasha was more than happy to leave westview and move to the big city with you. She found a job with a private security company a month after you two settled into your new apartment.

You and your father no longer spoke since he decided to start dating sharon before his and Natashas divorce was finalized. But in all honesty you couldn’t give two fucks about your father when you are this happy.

Who knew one haunted maze would really be the start of your new life?

~The end~

A/n GUYS ITS THE 16TH! 😭 So i just had to post a nat fic in dedication. I miss our girl sm!

i do not give permission for my work to be translated or copied on other cites

[aurorawhisperz]

that’s the thing (e.l)

I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THE DRAFT AND LOST THE ASK 😭😭😭 (but here u go anon if u find this 🙏)

contains: swearing, fluff, smut 18+ (oral, fingering, slight overstimulation)

spiderman!ethan landry x fem!reader

based off you’re here that’s the thing by beabadoobee 🙏

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Ethan definitely screwed up.

He swings across the city in tight spandex. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Ethan exclaimed, speedily typing on his phone, but you wouldn’t respond.

Being the friendly neighborhood Spiderman, he always had priorities—but that didn’t stop him from spending time with you. Knowing this, you forgave him every time he’d miss something.

Well, that jinxed it. On the lookout, he had completely forgotten about your date, Ethan—being the dork with the heart of gold, thought this would be the last straw for you.

Ethan often thought about this every time he’d be swinging around New York just to make it up to you. One reason why he’d always make it up to you is because he felt like he should, or must.

The second reason why is because it always ends in something wonderful—whether it’s him sleeping over, or the other way around, or something else that would have the boy completely whipped.

Then he spotted you, wearing his jacket you ‘forgot’ to return. His whole world seemed to stop—that was until he remembered the fact that he left you waiting.

A bunch of people backed away when Ethan took you with him. “It’s the spider dude!” Someone near you exclaimed.

“What? Oh my god!” You exclaim, swiftly sliding your hands around his neck. “I am so SO sorry that I left you waiting, okay? I was on the lookout, I completely forgot about our date, I’m really sorry, I REALLY AM!” He exclaimed, talking fast, then you pointed at a pole that was about to hit his head.

Once Ethan was about to dodge it, it hits the top of his head instead. His grip tightened till he swinged back to your dorm—though weakly.

He yanks his mask off and leans back on your bed.

“Less talking, more swinging.” You sigh, grabbing the sides of his face—then you kissed him, your lips moving in sync. He could taste the fruity lipgloss you had put on. Ethan's eyes widened in surprise as you pulled away. He blinked a few times, trying to process the unexpected turn of events.

Then a smile was on his face, pulling you back. Deepening the kiss.

“Being a superhero’s girlfriend isn’t that hard,” You frown, then he kisses more again before you continue, “But seriously, you have to change out of this shit.” Ethan kept a hand on your waist, “Actions speak louder than words, right?”

You jump as Ethan quickly jumps under your bed, your roommate bursting in. “Hey, I’ll be leaving you alone here for a while since I’ve got somewhere to go.” You nod, then they wave, “See ya.” And leave.

Quickly falling on your bed as Ethan uses his webs to lock the door, “This is really cute,” He holds up your diary, the drawing of Spider-Man you made on a sticky note during a lecture. “Can I keep it?”

“Change first.” He rolled his eyes at your command.

He quickly changed into his normal clothes after slipping off the spandex. “Dammit,” He exclaimed as he checked his backpack for flowers he was gonna give you—there were flowers, but only a few, the petals flying away instantly.

Walking into the living room, Ethan uses his webs to snatch the remote from your hands, “We’re watching a movie, because I have to make it up to you,” Then handing you the somewhat ruined bouquet of flowers. “Eth, you shouldn’t have.” You teased then grabbed his camera from the table.

“Try and take a picture of me holding these, that’s how you can make it up to me.” Ethan takes the camera from you then more words come from your mouth, “Although you’re already here, that’s how you can make it up to me.”

The camera flashes in your face as you cover the lower half of your face with the flowers—then laying down on the couch with Ethan as the movie starts playing.

“You know,” says Ethan, “I’m really glad I forgot about our date today,” You frown, then he chuckles, “It led to this and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You both chuckle at his words then you shower his face with kisses. Ethan quickly pulled you down to kiss his lips. The movie was long forgotten soon after that.

His lips crashed into yours once again, then his nails dig in your thighs as you straddle him.

“Maybe because you knew it would lead to this,” You mumble against his lips, his other hand running down your spine like an instrument. Ethan broke the kiss to move down to your jawline—then your neck.

His hands tapping on your lower back as you pulled away. “You’re a sneaky one.” You pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, then Ethan let out a breathy laugh, “I’m Spiderman, of course I’m sneaky.”

“But I love Ethan Landry more.” Right after Ethan takes quite a few minutes to process your words, he pulls you in by your waist to kiss you once again.

You wrap your arms around his neck as his fingers dig into your hips.

He mumbles against your lips, “I want you,” He starts to smoothly put a little tongue in the kiss, then when your lips part even more for permission, it slips in. You hum against his lips as Ethan slowly grinds into you.

You pull away and smile, he drags his thumb over your bottom lip, you try to kiss him again, but he keeps a hand on your chest to stop you. “Can I go down on you?” The question makes your eyes widen as you turn beet red. Ethan’s stupid puppy eyes made you nod, and the smirk felt good to kiss off.

His arms placed you back on the couch, the needy boy got on his knees. Ethan gives you a deep kiss, then he moves down your jaw, he leaves a mark on your collarbone.

It goes from your chest, to your belly, and he reaches your clothed core. Ethan looks up at you and you lick your lips.

The boy pulls down your panties and starts with kissing your inner thighs. The sneaky little thing was always a tease, it pained you slightly but you know you love him.

Ethan presses a wet kiss to your left thigh, sucking on it. His breath fans over your core and you shudder.

He presses a kiss to your clit, then makes his way down to your entrance—licking up then burying his face in between your thighs. Your back arched at the pleasure.

In the early stages of your relationship, you had always told him what felt good, and he made it feel even better.

Your legs threaten to lock around his head, but his big hands hold your hips down. You were basically squirming, and he was only trying to drive himself away from the spot you wanted him to stay on.

Ethan harshly sucks on your clit, circling it with his tongue. You feel like you’re close, VERY close. Without warning, his middle finger enters you and that makes you lift your head up and whine in pleasure, you could feel him smile against your core.

“God, don’t stop.” You say breathlessly, and while muffled, you could still hear him, “I won’t,” He pulls away with a pop, “Trust me.” He dives right back in as soon as he finishes.

When his ring finger enters, your body felt limp and like everything slowed down for a minute.

The hot feeling down your stomach was heating up.

When his nose bumped into your clit, along with his ring finger entering the chaos, that feeling hit it’s peak.

Though Ethan didn’t stop, he kept lapping up your juices—it felt so overwhelming. Your hips were basically jolting up out of instinct.

You shuddered under his touch, he reaches up for your hand and laces his fingers with yours.

When Ethan finally pulled away, he crawled back on top of you and pushed away a stray strand of hair. He didn’t say anything, he just smiled. You know you’d forgive him for missing a date either way, the only way he could make it up to you is just being there.

He presses a soft kiss to your lips, then he mumbles in between kisses, “I’m not done yet,” Your eyes blink open as he pulls away, the taste of yourself lingering on your tongue. “I wonder how people would feel if they find out their friendly neighborhood Spiderman was a pro at not only superhero-ing, but this.” says Ethan.

You chuckle and pull him back in for another, when he breaks the contact he takes the square foil out of his pocket and smirks at you, then places it on the table next to you both. He tries to kiss you again

You grab it from the table, “I’m not on the pill, babe,” You assure him, he shrugs then takes it from your hand. He sticks the tip of his tongue out when he struggles to open it. You laugh at Ethan, and open it yourself. “I’ll be your walking stick tomorrow,” he whispers to your ear.

You were in for a long night.

[julesthequirky]

The Choice: Chapter Nine

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: You find three of your favourite characters in your home. It shouldn’t be possible, but there they are. In the flesh. How the hell did they get there? And surely there’s a way to get them back? But as you get close to each one, the thought of sending them back proves difficult to comprehend.

Characters/Pairings: Fem!Reader, Dean, Beau and Ben (Soldier Boy)

Warnings: Language, typical Soldier Boy behaviour, angst, dashed dreams, mental breakdown.

W/C: 1,617

Everything hurt. Your throat felt tight and sore. Your head pounded, and your eyes felt gummy from all your tears. Your knees ached, and your soul felt irreparable. God knows how long you’d been here for. It felt like a century.

“Sh, sh, shhh.”

There was that low, soothing voice again.

Your fingers felt stiff as they clutched the jacket of the person it belonged to. Your tears had soaked into their shirt, leaving a wet patch. They were warm, whoever they were, with a steady heartbeat, which helped to calm you. And they smelt nice. Musky aftershave…

Hands pushed at your shoulders, pulling you back. You didn’t want to leave the safety or the comfort of whoever’s arms you were in. The busy hum and the bright lights of the mall came rushing back. You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing you were anywhere but here.

Warm, dry hands cupped your face, thumbs stroking over your hot, gummy eyes, catching any lingering tears caught on your lashes.

“C’mon, darlin’.”

You expected a Southern drawl but got Dean’s deep-timbred, Mid-Kansas accent instead.

“It’s safe. Ain’t nothin’ gonna hurt you. Not on my watch.”

Shame filled you, remembering the event that transpired and what you must’ve looked like to everyone in Walmart. You couldn’t.

“Hey, hey. Look at me. Look at me.”

Your eyes open, and Dean’s green eyes filled your vision. Magnetised, you focused on the flecks of colour, the hue changes and just how emerald they looked in the brightness.

“Where’s Ben?”

You’d left him alone in the middle of the store with Mark and the girlfriend.

Dean’s lips turned into somewhat of a smirk.

“Well, after you ran out, he tore right into the guy. Beau had to pull him away before he could land a punch. They’re both still inside the store, waiting for you. I suppose he’s not such a bad guy after all.”

Oh.

“We can go right home, put all this right behind us. I won’t pry. Hell, I don’t blame you if you never wanna talk about it ever again, but if you do want an ear, I’m here.”

Thanks to Dean, the intensity you’d felt a moment ago had calmed. The tightness in your chest and throat receded, your breath steadied, and the thoughts in your head cleared. You flung your arms back around him, breathing in his manly musky scent that was so distinctively his.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

“No…I’m okay. Thanks, D.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

Your knees were aching on the hard mall floor. Dean pulled back and helped you up. You turned to the store and took a deep breath. Beau and Ben were inside, waiting. They would understand if you decided to abandon the shopping trip. But in all honesty, you weren’t a quitter. At least not in trivial matters.

You brushed yourself down and wiped your eyes. They still felt a little gummy but were quickly returning to normal.

You just hoped that Mark and his girlfriend weren’t still inside.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

You shook your head. “No, I want to.”

You took steady steps towards Walmart. Your cart and shopping were still in there, probably being looked after by Ben and Beau. You wondered how Ben was getting on. How angry he must‘ve been flashed through your mind. Angry enough to have a punch-up in public.

The hand on your lower back had your shoulders and back easing. It reminded you that you weren’t alone. Dean had your back. Literally. His touch felt natural like it belonged, but there was no way in Hell you were telling him that. You’d look crazy.

You returned to your cart, manned by Beau and Ben. Your ex-husband was nowhere in sight, and relief ran through you.

“Darlin’,” Beau hugged you, wrapping his arms around you tightly, almost setting you off again. “He never deserved you. He’s an asshole.”

Beau’s Southern drawl comforted you to no end.

He let you go, and you gripped the bar of the cart. So much was added. All that was missing were groceries. You steered the cart away from the clothing section. Walking in a daze, you grabbed items from the list in your pocket, whipping around the store. Ben added a crate of beer and the whiskey he had been drinking from.

You paid for the items, not bothering to bag them until you reached your cart. You opened the trunk. The guys helped you put it away, and you soon found yourself in the driving seat, staring into space, with Ben beside you.

The image of your ex’s new girlfriend’s pregnant round belly occupied your mind.

Ben poked you.

“You gonna drive?”

“Right.” You murmured.

You couldn’t remember the drive home or how the groceries made it inside. Somehow, you ended up in the room where Dean was sleeping, pulling open a drawer and taking out the set of baby booties from within.

The dream you so long wished for was now being taken over by someone else. Sitting on the bed, you let your heart break all over again.

*

A loud crack pulled you out of it, then a yell of rage. Sitting up, you placed the baby booties on the mattress and slowly headed down. Dean and Beau were surrounding the kitchen. From further in, you heard grunting, huffing and panting.

“I am NOT the one to blame!!”

Beau and Dean looked at each other. You stepped closer. You saw Ben’s eye lock on you from the space between Beau and Dean. Your heart leapt to your throat, and he was barrelling through both of them in a matter of seconds just to get to you.

“You!” He roared.

He was dirty and unkempt. His undershirt had stains on, as did the grey sweats he wore. He had great big bags under his eyes, and looked absolutely feral.

He grabbed your arm, gripping it tightly. Your eyes widened in shock, unable to free yourself.

“This fuck up is on you! I’m sick of taking the fucking blame for your fuck ups!”

You could barely take it in. Your brain was on the go-slow still.

“I didn’t—”

“No, but they sure have.” He pointed to Dean and Beau.

Ben was angry and bitter and had been for a while. He stormed past you and up the stairs. You followed, scrambling up after him.

“What are you doing?!”

“I’m doing what they’re too fucking pussy to do.”

He headed into the room you’ve been sleeping in, Dean’s room. Your heart leapt to your throat again, and your pulse spiked as panic shot down your system. Not the baby clothes.

The door barged open, slamming into the wall and splintering. You ran in after him, gripping the back of his vest, desperately trying to pull him back. He shoved you off like he was swatting a fly, and you landed on your ass with a thud.

He picked up the booties on the bed, keeping them in his fist. He turned to you.

“Where are the rest!”

You shook your head.

“I’m gonna start tearing out each fucking drawer until I find them.” It wasn’t a warning. It was a promise.

When you didn’t answer, he yanked the first drawer out of the chest, throwing it on the bed when it didn’t have what he was looking for.

“No!!”

You scrambled up.

“Please!” Your desperate, futile beg went over his head.

You needed him to turn and walk away like your life depended on it.

“I won’t ask again. Where are they, Y/N?”

You shook your head, pleading, tears streaming down your eyes, still trying to pull him away, feet slipping on the carpet. But he was superhuman. Your strength was nothing compared to his.

He couldn’t really be doing this.

The emotion in your chest expanded as he yanked open another drawer, ripping it from its hinges and chucking it on the bed when it wasn’t the right one.

The gaping wound seemed only to worsen.

“Stop!!” You screamed, raining your fists down his back. He ignored you and opened the third drawer.

The wound gaped further. Your heart lurched when his hand reached out. You leapt up, straddling his back and covering his eyes. He yanked you off, pushing you back against the bed. You grunted as pain sliced all the way up your back.

“Please, Ben.”

You didn’t understand why he would do this.

He turned to you, fists full of the tiny garments. “Your problem, Y/N, is you don’t believe in yourself. These clothes fulfil nothing. They don’t mean shit! Wake the fuck up and stop holding on to shit that’s meaningless.”

His words shredded your heart.

“They mean everything!”

He shot you daggers.

“Bullshit!”

Spittle flew off and landed on your forehead. You grimaced as you wiped it off and scrambled to get up as he turned away.

“No!! Please! No!”

No amount of begging or pleading would work. They all fell on deaf ears. He gripped the doorknob and swung it shut behind him, leaving you screaming and crying. You tried the handle; it rattled, but the door remained. He was on the other side keeping you from the clothes.

Your fists bashed on the splintering wood, and your throat burned from begging, pleading and sobbing, your energy fast draining. Anger spiked your system, and you kicked at the door. When that didn’t work, you gathered the remnants of your energy and threw it at him.

“I hate you!!”

Silence.

You slumped against the door, eyes hot and gummy, stinging with fresh tears.

Of course, you didn’t hate him. It would have made everything so much easier if you did.

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[iwas-princess]

hey! submitting a request bc my bday is today !!

anyways i love your writing so i was wondering if you could please write a fic where y/n is getting followed by a guy and she goes up to the first guy she sees, atsumu, and is like omg babe! like pretending he's her bf so that she can get away from the creep, and bc atsumu,,, is well himself he initially pushes her off assuming shes a psycho fan, when he realizes the situation he obv pretends to be her bf and when the guy leaves he realizes y/n is so pretty but when he tries to ask for her number she like gives him a disgusted look, thanks him, and leaves

the next week hes at a red carpet event with the team and all the cameras leave them and go somewhere else (to y/n) and he asks like whos this "y/n" everyone's chanting abt??? and everyone on the team is like the yn??? how do you not know her?? famous writer/ceo yn?? and then he goes to see what she looks like and he realizes... its the girl from last week.. they end up interacting and start on a better note ,, so fluff at the end pls

this is so long but this idea has not left my mind for the past couple days thank you so much if you choose to write it <3333

happy birthday, sweetheart ! i hope you have a great day and get the presents you want. i changed it up just a ting but, so i hope that’s alright.

atsumu miya • my night in shining armor

“hey, um, are you busy?”

the sudden frantic sound of your voice alerted atsumu, causing him to drop his phone onto the floor of the dirty subway station.

you apologized hurriedly as he hastily picked up his phone, his earbuds being tugged out of his ears and shoved to his sides. he’ll listen to the rest of the game highlights later, he decides.

“not really. but, i don’t feel like giving out any autographs, so please leave me alone-“

you scruched up your face is disgust, your eyes looking him up and down judgmentally, which bruised his ego just a slight bit.

“um, yeah- no. i need you to pretend to be my boyfriend because some creep-“

atsumu chuckled dryly, and if you hadn’t already grown irritated with his confidence, you would have thought the sound was delightful.

but he was laughing at you.

“i’m gonna stop ‘ya right there, sweetheart.” he leaned forward, his strong arms resting on his knees at he spoke. “look, if ‘ya like me all that much, just say so. but, i can’t ‘pretend’ date ‘ya to impress your shitty friends, m’kay?”

you were flabbergasted, your mouth agape at his audacity. you had never been spoken to like that so shamelessly, not even by the pricks on corporate who used to hate your guts because heavens forbid that a women make a name for herself. your eyes narrowed, and you had just the speech that you were going to give this asshole until a familer uncomfortable face turned the corner behind him.

you gulped, and out of pure instinct, you grasped onto his msby sweat jacket.

“hey-“

“please— just fucking go with it. i’ll even give you a kiss.” you hissed quietly, your grip unconsciously tightening on his bicep as the strange man neared you.

“what are ‘ya gripping me so tightly for? what are ‘ya? some kind of crazed fan?”

your eyes rolled, already tired of the volleyball player’s company and praying that he goes along with your safe plan so you could just go home.

“sure. all explain everything when he,” you nudged his muscular chest lightly, taking note of how firm he was. “leaves. now, please just shut up and pretend you love me so i can go home safely.”

‘safely’

the word rang in his empty head continuously, like a echo of tragedy yelling into a serene cave. it finally clicked inside of his head.

you were in danger, and whoever this man was, scared you.

he puffed his chest, stifling back a cocky smirk as his large hand slid across your coat-clad back, pulling you close in a loving embrace to his hip.

you had to fight back to eye roll that you threatened to give him. of course he would over do this, any man in his situation would. sure, he put on a rocky front by pretending to have no idea who you were, but eventually he collapsed— like they always do.

the stranger’s eyes locked with yours, the dark look in his pupils caused your grip on the other strange man to tighten out of fear. atsumu noticed both the hold and way your breath caught in your throat as fright took over you. he had no clue who the hell you were, but suddenly felt protective over you.

he pulled you closer to you, whispering a very quiet ’i’ve got ‘ya.’ in your hair for reassurance, which oddly helped your body melt slightly into his.

his heart skipped at the feeling.

“hey, man. would you mind if i borrow her really quick? we have some…” the odd man eyed you up and down hungrily, no doubt the his intentions lingered on his scarred face. “important business to discuss.”

atsumu scoffed, hugging you impossibly closer to his side to comfort you even the slightest bit. his calloused fingers tightening around your sides before his thumb began to rub soothing circles.

“nah, sorry man. i’ve got my girl all to myself finally, been waiting all night.” he faked a large grin before turning his attention back down to you, staring down at you eyes to creat an intimate illusion.

might as well put on a show.

“wait-“ the man stepped back, stunned as he looked between you two observantly. “you two?”

‘oh shit.’ you thought. ‘this is going make the headlines and i don’t even know this guy. he’s not ugly at least, and his body feels nice and strong. it’s not like i’d have a dating rumor with some weirdo, at least.’

atsumu felt his stomach drop at the man’s accusation. if his fangirls thought he had anything going on, they would absolutely just die.

but, like the strong man he is, he kept his head high.

“yup, this is my wonderful princess. beautiful, isn’t she?” he gave your side a squeeze, for show of course. but it still didn’t fail to make your heart leap.

the strange man in front of you quirked an eyebrow at the msby’s setter’s enthusiasm, his stomach burning with jealousy. he turned his attention to you once he realized that he hadn’t heard a peep from you.

your blood went cold as his eyes locked with yours once more, the malicious intent still holding strong in his eyes.

“huh.” he scoffed, his dark irises lustfully looking at your chest and checking out the broad outline of your breasts through the heavy winter coat you adorned.

atsumu stiffened at the sight. this random stranger just checking out a lady so shamelessly made his blood boil.

“hey.” he hissed. “do ‘ya know who i am, buddy?”

his eyes turned to slants, the look on his once ecstatic face, now changed into red hot anger at the random’s man’s filthy behavior.

the man sputtered back at the volleyball player’s harsh tone, but held his pride high.

“of course i know who you are. who doesn’t?”

‘me, apparently.’ you thought.

your arms snaked around his broad waist, attempting to seem as if you were calming him down in your own secret language of love.

the action caused atsumu’s stomach to tighten. he had had female affection, plenty of it, but this seemed different. more loving and safe, not like the countless sexual encounters he so often experienced.

“well, then ‘ya’ll be wise enough to give me and my pretty princess some space, yeah?” atsumu hugged you closer to him, if it was even possible at this point, before glancing down at you for approval. you offered him a gentle smile to continue.

the other man scoffed, offended that you would choose atsumu miya over him— but who wouldn’t?

“yeah, whatever.” he grumbled.

giving him a cocky nod goodbye, the blonde lead you away, his arm wrapped tightly around your back as he ushered you out of the subway.

“thank you. so much. you have no idea how thankful i am for that-“

“the pleasure is mine, pretty lady.” he interrupted, his flirtatious personality leaking through the cracks of his once bruised ego.

he was healed from your past blow at him, the envious look on the strange man’s face as he walked away with you on his arm was enough to keep him going for another week.

you smiled to yourself.

“well, thank you anyway. you put on quite a good show back there… are you an actor? you’re obviously famous, i’ve pieced that together myself.” you asked, your voice growing quite at the last sentence.

he hesitated before answering, his feelings hurt by you yet again.

“ ‘ya seriously don’t know who i am?”

your walking stopped, halting to stare up at the man you had just met no more than five minutes ago.

you didn’t realize how much you didn’t notice about him; his blonde hair that hid away his brunette undercut, the bags underneath his hazel eyes from lack of sleep and too much physical activity, the fine line of his lips that were naturally stretched to a cocky smirk, and the very very broad shoulders that carried him so confidently.

this man was gorgeous, no mistake about that and if the circumstances were different, you would have asked for his number and invited him to dinner.

but, he was different. he seemed way too full of himself to allow you to have his number, major ceo or not. he seemed like the type to only go for fragile damsels— which wasn’t too far off from the situation— who flirted with him and fangirled whenever he so much as breathed around them; not a woman like you.

your dating history hadn’t exactly been easy, especially since you were one of the most powerful ceos in japan. men found your power and intelligence to be threatening, and ‘ruined their masculinity’ so, you hadn’t quite figured out how the whole dating scene worked for people of status like you yet.

“n-no, i don’t. i’m sorry.” you apologized, sincere and soft.

he shrugged it off, pretending as if your words didn’t just gut through his ego like a clam knife.

“it’s no biggie. i don’t really know who you are either, to be fair, princess.” atsumu teased.

your heart stopped at the nickname, your palms suddenly becoming sweaty and cheeks flushing. but, somehow, you felt relieved that finally for once someone didn’t recognize you.

“i-i’m y/n.”

you silently prayed that he hadn’t noticed the name from literally everywhere, but oddly enough, at the same time you hoped he had.

perhaps he’d trust you more and offer you a ride home or something of the sort.

but what if he felt totally intimidated by you and reacted as the many other men in your life had?

instead, he smiled widely and stuck out his other hand, offering a friendly shake.

“pretty name for a pretty girl.” he winked. “i’m atsumu, miya atsumu.”

he could have swore that stars inhabited themselves in your eyes, and they twinkled every time you looked up at him. your smaller arms clung onto his broad wait, hoping the he could promise you safety and protection. he had just met you and already found himself adoring you.

you offered him a kind smile back, flustered at the compliment he gave you but taking his much larger hand in your own and giving it a soft squeeze.

even his hands felt strong, like they could lift the weight of the world off of you shoulders if you asked.

the both of you stayed paused in the middle of the empty subway station, hand in hand and arms snaked around each other’s waists as you stared into each other’s eyes for the very first time.

he was beautiful, you thought. like a model. he had to be a model. if not an actor, a model for sure. or maybe an idol, you’ve seen plenty of japanese kpop idols, perhaps he was one and just visiting his home.

but you, man, did atsumu think you were beautiful? he couldn’t stop the tug on his heart strings every time you blinked up at him, a polite smile on your lips as a greeting. you deserved to be treated like a princess, he thought. just like he had began calling you moments before.

after a few silent moments, you began to feel awkward as the both of you gazed at one another— like a couple in love.

you cleared your throat at the thought.

“well, i should be getting home. my dog is due for a long awaited walk.” you giggled, letting your arms fall to you sides and break all physical contact with atsumu.

his smile fell slightly at the loss, your enchanting perfume filling his nostrils one final time.

“oh- um, yeah. ‘ya probably should go on home. i’ll walk ‘ya, if ‘ya’ll let me.”

you shook your head softly at his offer.

“no, i’m sure i’ll be fine now. i usually only get one creep a week, so this’ll be good for a few days.” you chuckled. “and i’m sure i’ll wake up to a dating scandal tomorrow.”

he chuckled, agreeing that the both of you would most likely be a headline in the morning.

and he’ll be in deep shit with his pr manager.

but he couldn’t care less about that right now, all that mattered was getting this pretty girl home safe and snagging her number.

he planned to take you out next week, to a real nice fancy dinner and treat you like a princess. hopefully, get another date after that and another one.

“ya sure? it’s no big deal-“

“i’m fine, thank you, atsumu.” you cut in.

he smiled tightly, and nodded. you took the moment of silence to wisk yourself away before you caught yourself up in a situation that you had gone through one too many times.

“well, i’m going to walk away now.” you announced. “thank you, again. i’ll keep you in my thoughts, miya atsumu.”

with that, you walked the other direction, power walking away from the kind man that you’ll never forget.

“wait!” he called out behind you. “i didn’t get..” before he could finish his sentence, you were already out of his sight, and lost in the crowd of rush hour. “your number.”

people bumped into him unapologetically, and it only took a few seconds before fans started to crowd all around him, blocking off any sight of you.

—

“y/n! y/n, over here!”

you turned your head over to the left, allowing the paparazzi on that side of the barricade to get better photos of you.

your famous grin was plastered on you face, your signature lipstick shade painted on your lips flawlessly and attracting the attention of nearly all of the reporters.

“y/n, is it true that you and miya atsumu are dating?” one questioned, shoving a microphone in your face rudely and impatiently awaiting your answer.

if there was anything that you learned from countless dating rumors, it was that you should never confirm nor deny an accusation.

if you say ‘no’, all of the creeps who once used to follow you around, will start back up again and you were sure that this time you might actually get in terrible trouble soon. the harassment from those cruel individuals had just halted, mainly because most feared the large man who was reportedly ‘your boyfriend’.

if you say ‘yes’, a hoard of angry fans will troll you and both of your management teams would be very displeased. even, if it were true.

so, you stuck to your favorite trick in the book.

“where did you get that information?” you chuckled, looking around the large flock of attention-hungry reporters and paparazzi, eager for you answer.

the reporter smiled nervously, her hands sweaty and shaky as she tried her best to indirectly give you an answer.

“w-well, you know, the articles are floating all over right now, miss. y/l/n. surely, you must know of them by now.” she gave her camera crew a reassuring look, as if the man behind the large camera set was anxious himself.

you smiled and nodded.

“yes, i am very aware of what people are saying.“

this answer wasn’t enough for any of the gossip starved reporters, because as soon you finished your sentence, they all gave you a awaiting look.

you sighed softly. you hated pulling this, it seemed as if the answer always revealed itself from the statement, but you found yourself backed into a corner.

“i’m going to have to disappoint all of you and say ‘no comment’ for now.”

most of the reporters groaned, but others smirked to themselves and scribbled their next article onto their blank notepads.

this’ll be great.

“princess? is that you?”

your heart stopped beating at the sound of that oh so familiar voice. you hadn’t been able to get it out of your head for a week now and the refreshing sound of it was so calming in a time like this.

but, the timing was awful.

“oh my god! did you all just hear what he just called her?” the woman gasped, gaping proudly at the camera in front of you both.

the other reporters gasped in delight, their greedy minds bursting with new article ideas.

you could picture the headlines now.

‘big three ceo, y/n y/l/n, and major professional athlete miya atsumu share an intimate moment on red carpet.’

bleh.

you turned around, stunned as your widened eyes set on the setter. he cleaned up good. real good.

he beamed at you, a large smirk growing on his face before he embraced you in a tight hug.

his face found the crook of you neck, nuzzling in close to you ear before whispering.

“i’ve got ‘ya. just go with it.”

even the way he whispered sent shutters down your exposed spine.

his hands sprawled across your bare back, absentmindedly running a finger along your spine.

you gasped.

“atsumu! not here!”

hey, he said just go with it.

he chuckled into your cheek, giving you a quick peck.

“just like that, princess. yer doing great.” he whispered against you, praising you for your last outburst.

people began to surround you two now, crowds upon crowds circled your conjoined bodies, his sleek black suit and your ruby red dress making quite the impression already.

he pulled away to look at your face, but spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear.

“had to come see my girl while i was here. it would be cruel if i didn’t, don’t ‘ya think?” he called out to the audience.

hundreds of cameras flashed and captured the ‘loving moment’ between you two.

oh yeah, you both are for sure making headlines tomorrow and for the rest of the month. it’ll be all anyone talks about, you were absolutely sure of it.

why was he doing this? he doesn’t seem to be in dire need of an excuse…

he patted you in the top of you head gently, before leaning in and giving you cheek a peck. the crowd went ballistic, shouting hoorays and gasps as cameras flashed even more now.

“you two are official now!” the reporter squealed, proud that she of all news outlets captured this whole interaction on live tv. “so how do you-“

“sorry, darling, i’ve gotta go. my team is waiting fer me. but,” he leaned in once more, capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

your mind exploded, butterflies dancing all around your internal organs as your hands took his.

but, something grasped your fingers as they entered his right palm. he slipped it into your hand, sliding it between your fingers. you could tell it was a small piece of paper, but couldn’t depict what the importance of it was.

he pulled away, no doubt smirking at the way the audience went even more crazy, but winked when you glanced down at your conjoined hands fleetingly.

“my number.” atsumu whispered under his breath, gentle enough that only you could hear before letting go of your hands and waving the stunned crowd goodbye.

you stood there, shocked and excited.

you hadn’t even exchanged an hour worth of conversation with that man, and now the both of you are reportedly dating. great.

your mother will be so happy to hear about this one…

[dailydragon08]

Breathe With Me Part I

Summary: After an overwhelming time, your resolve finally crumbles and Leia, Han, and Luke are there to give you all the support you need to get you back on your feet. Pairing: Luke Skywalker x Gender Neutral!Reader Warnings: reader is very overwhelmed, sleep deprived, and crying. A/N: Writing this mainly for myself since the family dog passed away last  night and I'm moving soon and just very stressed in general. But  hopefully it helps anyone who needs it. Might do a part 2 of Luke just  pampering you on a day off/vacation. I tried to write it so you can easily picture your favorite era of Luke here (ANH, ESB, ROTJ,  post-ROTJ, maybe even right before the events of TBOBF, etc.). See my full masterlist here. Tagging Taco Squad cuz I feel like we could all use this right now @kaleidoscope1967eyes @masterlukessaber @coffeeorsomething-irl

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You closed your eyes and sighed from your spot on the Falcon’s bunk, wiping the tears from your cheek with your sleeve. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Leia said next to you, squeezing your hand. “You’ve been through a lot lately. Just let it out.” She rubbed a soothing hand across the back of your shoulders. 

Han leaned against the adjacent row of bunks with an unsure, but sympathetic look on his face. He wandered towards the door, holding his wrist comm close to his mouth. “Kid, are you almost here? We could really use you in here.”

Luke’s out-of-breath voice floated through the static. “Almost there! I’m running as fast as I can. Just give me another few minutes.”

Han meandered back over and gave your shoulder a firm squeeze. “He should be here any minute.”

You nodded as more tears fell, sniffling so hard you triggered a coughing fit. 

“Here.” Leia reached into one of the storage compartments beneath the bottom bunk and pulled out a box of tissues. 

“T-thanks,” you mumbled before blowing your nose hard. 

“Careful, kiddo,” Han said with a lopsided grin. “Make sure your nose stays attached to the rest of you.”

You gave a watery chuckle just as Luke skidded to a halt in the doorway. His hair was windswept and damp from the planet’s rainstorm, the shoulders of his jacket dotted with droplets. He met your eyes and sighed, hurrying over to you and squeezing Han’s forearm as he passed by. 

“Kay, Chewie and I are gonna get her ready for takeoff,” Han said, speeding out the door. The “waterworks,” as he called them, no matter how justified, always seemed to put him at a bit of a disadvantage—although you appreciated him trying his best anyway. 

Leia gave you a tight hug. “We’ll be back at base soon. I’ll make sure command gives you and Luke a day off so you two can relax and recoup.” She met Luke’s eyes and, at his nod, left and closed the door to the bunks behind her. 

Luke nestled himself against you, pulling your shoulders to lean against him. “Hey, starflower, shhh,” he murmured as more tears spilled over. You leaned your head against his shoulder and he gently kissed your forehead before smoothing a hand over your hair. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

You hiccupped through another sob, grateful for how he pulled your bridal style into his lap. Burying your face into the warm skin of his neck, you clung to him as you felt the ship thrum to life and vibrate the bunk underneath you. You weaved your fingers into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, letting the silkiness comfort you as you struggled to find your breath. 

“Hey, breathe with me. You’re safe. You’re okay. I’m gonna help you through this, okay?” Luke’s hand ran up and down the length of your spine while the other gently massaged the back of your head. “In for four seconds through your nose, hold for four, then out for eight through your mouth, all right? In…hold…out…good, keep going. In…hold…out.”

You did this several more times before shuddering out another exhale. “My chest feels so tight.”

“Concentrate on how your hands or feet feel,” Luke murmured in your ear, still tracing soothing shapes on top of your clothes. He pulled back enough to press his forehead to yours and grabbed your hand, pressing your palm flat against his chest. His heartbeat thrummed under your fingers. “Breathe in time with me. You’re all right. In—out—in—out. Good, see? You’ve got it.”

You poured all your concentration into the sensations of your hands—how your muscles felt, the soft fabric of Luke’s jacket in one hand and the contour and warmth of his chest under the other. The ship hummed subtly around you as a relaxing accompaniment to Luke’s steady breathing. After several minutes, you felt him press a gentle kiss to your lips that you greedily returned. 

He wiped another tear from your cheek before gently stroking your skin. “I’m s-sorry,” you warbled. 

“Hey, none of that. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“But this isn’t your job—”

“How many times have you been there for me? And I don’t take care of you because I feel like I have to. It’s because I want to—hey, look at me.” He cupped your jaw and neck in his large hand and pulled back to look into your eyes, the striking blue filled with nothing but concern and warmth. “Taking care of you is not a job. It’s a privilege. I want to be here.”

You felt the tears building again, but this time for another reason. Squeezing him firmly, you buried your face in his neck again. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, so much,” he replied, holding you just as tight and nuzzling into your neck. He ran the tip of his nose up the side of your neck and across your jaw where it connected with your ear. “Have you gotten any sleep?”

You pulled back to meet his gaze. “Um…no, not really.”

“Well, we’ve got a while till we’re back at base, so why don’t we try and get some rest? Then once we’re back and have gotten the mission report out of the way, we can either have a relaxing day on base or I can fly us somewhere for a few days.”

“But Leia—”

“She’ll survive a few days without us.” He scooted back further onto the mattress with you still in his arms, shimmying out of his jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders before laying down. You lay beside him, tangling your legs with his and using his chest as a pillow as he wrapped one arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders. His hand slid gently from your shoulder to massage the knots in your neck again as he kissed your cheek. You felt a sudden wave of calmness wash over you like water and knew he was calling on the Force to help you balance yourself. With the sudden serenity came an overwhelming wave of exhaustion and you felt your eyes begin to droop, letting out a small, contented moan as the back of Luke’s fingers brushed your cheek before sliding down the slope of your neck to your shoulder. His other hand worked its way under your shirt to make relaxing circles in the skin there. “Just sleep,” he murmured. “I’ll wake you up once we’re back home.”

Half asleep, you murmured, “You are my home.”

You felt his lips press against yours. “And you’re mine, sweetheart.”

[whumpbug]

whumperless whump event day 15: i'm going down (you're yelling timber) @whumperless-whump-event

passing out / exhaustion

see this post for character information!

caretaker: Archie

whumpee: Simon

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Simon, in fact, did not feel better when he woke up.

What started as a simple cold immediately made itself known as a raging fever and vicious chills. The only sleep Simon had gotten was the quick nap he took while stuck to Archie like a koala.

Now, it was 6:57 AM and there was no reprieve in sight.

His pajamas were completely sweat through. He felt disgusting. His head was pounding and he couldn’t stop shivering, and he absolutely couldn’t believe he was going to have to dress up in a stuffy suit and speak in front of a bunch of people in just a few short hours.

He groaned.

He debated calling Archie. He had gone home after Simon went to bed, but he also undoubtedly went on patrol for the better part of the night. He couldn’t wake him. He wasn’t even sure what he would have Archie do in the first place.

No, he just had to endure. He could sleep later. The banquet was only a few hours, and Simon was only required to be there for part of it. He could always make up some excuse to leave early, and no one would think anything of it. 

Right, that’s what he’d do. It’ll be fine.

He was suddenly startled by his alarm beeping loudly. 7:00.

Simon gritted his teeth, slammed the off button, and sat up, clutching the edge of the mattress when the change in position had him seeing stars. He let out a breathy groan and dragged his aching body to the bathroom.

He got ready in a daze. He brushed his teeth, took a quick shower (the warm water felt heavenly on his fevered skin, but he left feeling positively more dizzy than when he went in) and combed his hair all while feeling like he was underwater.

He gripped the edge of the sink and stared at himself in the mirror. Despite his efforts, he still looked like shit.

There were visible goosebumps scattered across his bare chest and arms. The shadows under his eyes were somehow deeper, and there were two maroon splotches high on his cheeks. He just hoped the banquet wouldn’t be too well lit.

He shut his eyes, silently cursing whoever thought a breakfast banquet was a good idea. What he would give to just have a few extra hours to lay down.

He was jolted a bit at the sound of a knock at his door. Archie.

He felt himself relax just a bit.

He pulled on a white undershirt, not caring enough to put on his dress pants yet, and opened the door to--

Simon blinked owlishly at Archie. He cleaned up nicely.

He was dressed in navy slacks and a well-fitting white button down with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His matching navy suit jacket was slung over his arm and his hair was pushed back in a neat quiff.

A blush that had nothing to do with the fever spread across Simon’s face.

“Oh Simon..” Archie frowned, reaching a hand up to rest on Simon’s cheek. “You’re burning up. You can’t possibly be thinking of going to the banquet now,” 

“I’m.. It’ll be fine. I’ll take ibuprofen. We’ll leave early, it’s only for a few hours.”

“But Simon.. you look exhausted.. I really really don’t think you should try to power through this one,” Archie pleaded, his hand coming to rest on Simon’s jaw.

Simon shook his head, but took a small moment to lean into Archie’s cool touch. God, how he wanted to just crawl into bed, nestled in Archie’s arms, and sleep the day away. But no. He had responsibilities. He’s pushed through worse.

“I’ll be fine. I’m gonna go finish getting ready, and we can leave.”

And with that, Simon turned and left, leaving no room for argument.

He finished pulling on his suit. It really was a nice suit, but the synthetic material felt horrendous against Simon’s fevered skin. It was a sleek black suit with a dark red button down. The jacket was itchy, and the shirt was slightly wrinkled, but Simon didn’t find it in him to care enough to smooth it.

Once he deemed his appearance acceptable, he took to rummaging through his medicine cabinet for some kind of relief. He popped a few ibuprofen and swallowed them dry.

When Simon returned to the living room, Archie was idly drumming his fingers on his leg, playing with the hem of one of Simon’s throw blankets. He immediately stood when Simon entered, closing the distance between the two.

“How are you feeling?” He cooed, adjusting the collar of Simon’s jacket.

“I’ll live.” He took this moment to lean forward and bury his overheated face into Archie's shoulder. He smelled of laundry and peaches. Simon reveled in it, just letting himself feel as crappy as he did for a few seconds.

Archie rubbed a hand up and down Simon’s spine, even as he pulled away.

“You ready to go?” He asked softly, smoothing back a stray strand of Simon’s inky black hair.

Simon simply nodded and headed out the door, dreading what was to come.

••••

The start of the banquet had gone, for all intents and purposes, decently well.

Simon was surprisingly good at keeping up appearances, despite how atrocious he had looked in the morning.

He smiled easily at everyone who came up to greet him. He shook their hands and made small talk and laughed at the right times, and to any outsider, he looked fine. Maybe a little pale, but fine.

Archie saw right through it.

He saw the way sweat was steadily dripping down the back of Simon’s neck. He saw the way Simon’s hands shook as he held his cup, and the way Simon’s blinks were becoming slower-- more drawn out.

Simon was feeling worse by the minute.

Archie helped how he could-- a gentle pat on the back, refilling his empty glass of water, interrupting conversations when they got too long. He was determined to help Simon see this through. 

When the main speaker of the event asked everyone to take their seats so the award ceremony could be underway, Archie was almost certain that Simon was going to make it through the entire event without incident. He took his seat beside his friend and gave his knee a gentle squeeze as if to say it’s almost over. Hang in there.

The first speaker seemed to drone on for eons, and it left Archie stifling yawns into his hand. Medical terms and procedure names flew over his head and he kind of stopped trying to keep up after a while. Instead, he took to fiddling with the hem of the fancy tablecloth and counting the tiles on the ceiling. 

It was sort of odd to be at such a high-end event. Growing up, the only award ceremonies he attended were the ones held in the school gym during elementary school. 

It filled him with a surge of pride that Simon was being recognized for his hard work. It was a shame he was too sick to enjoy it. He knew how much effort Simon put into his school work. The guy averaged 4 hours of sleep every night, if he was lucky. Archie knew he was partially to blame for that, but it didn’t stop him from appreciating how capable his friend was despite it.

The speaker finally finished her speech, and the crowd erupted in applause.

“Thank you very much! Now, please welcome the representative of our first place team, Simon Guevara! Please come up to the stand and explain how your research on pediatric oncology gained the attention of such well-known scientists across the board?” The woman called cheerfully.

Soft murmurs of anticipation filled the crowd. Archie’s heart skipped a beat.

And nothing happened.

“Ahem.. would Simon Guevara please approach the stage?”

Archie felt his heart sink. He turned to face his friend and-- oh. 

Uh oh.

Simon was out like a light, head pillowed in his arms. He was breathing evenly and slowly, and he looked somehow worse than he did before.

His hair was sweaty. His flush was even deeper. He looked utterly exhausted. And everyone was staring at him.

Archie felt his own face heat up at the situation. He shook Simon’s leg under the table, hoping his friend would wake up and behave like nothing happened, as he always did. 

Simon didn’t stir.

His entire group was staring daggers at him, equal measures anxious and furious.

“Simon,” Archie whispered, shaking his shoulder with a little more force this time.

Simon finally woke up, blinking blearily as he slowly lifted his head. 

“Wha..” He started, looking around groggily.

Archie stood up to block him from view the best he could. He was mentally kicking himself for not forcing Simon to stay home. He knew there was no way he’d be able to give the damn speech. He should have pushed harder.

“You're supposed to go up and talk now,” Archie murmured, wiping a little speck of drool from Simon’s cheek. “But I’m sure someone from your group can take your place.”

Archie shot a pointed glare at the others at the table, and then another at Simon.

Finally, one of the girls got the hint and stood.

“Um. It looks like Simon is a bit incapacitated at the moment. I’ll take over, if that’s alright.”

There was some whispering in the crowd, but it was quickly hushed when the girl went up to the microphone and began speaking.

Alright. Now to deal with Sleeping Beauty.

“Don’t feel good..” Simon groaned softly, scrubbing at his face with his fists.

Archie gently guided him up from the table and led him towards the door, keeping a steadying hand on his lower back.

“I know,” Archie whispered. “It's okay. I'm going to help you.”

Simon simply leaned into Archie, squinting at the sunlight as they left the building. Archie was starting to wish they had driven here. He didn’t want Simon to feel this miserable on a bus, but they really had no choice.

He half-dragged Simon all the way to a bus stop and sat beside him.

Simon gave a weak shiver and buried his face into Archie’s shoulder, whining lowly. Archie huffed a small laugh and wrapped an arm around Simon’s waist, drawing him closer and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“M’sorry.. for not listening to you..” Simon breathed, eyelids already drooping closed now that he was finally being held by Archie.

“Shh.. it’s okay. Let’s just get you home, okay?”

Simon nodded pathetically, letting himself finally drift off.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

[eeboshmeebo]

🍭Sweet Tooth🍬

✒️🍭

You tore open a pack of gumdrops that you had stowed away in your jacket earlier that day. Originally, you didn't even like the sticky stuck-in-your-teeth treat, but a few events changed that.

You sauntered over to the loudest voice in the hallway, a gumdrop in hand that you pressed your lips against before firmly holding it in your fingertips.

Quietly as you could, you snuck up behind the familiar back of the boy you loved teasing. Then, you stepped back as he bent over backwards. A mystery on how he could just do that like one of those slapstick wristband rulers, but one you'll find out eventually.

"HRAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I can't believe you losers went out looking like tha- Eep!"

He jumped and stumbled back upright as you touched his ear and lightly blew into it, looking at you with an outraged and surprised expression that was either red from anger or from embarrassment

"Oh, Bon-bon~! It's me."

"...you. Always ruining my moment right at the peak. Can't you see that I'm busy? Gosh, no wonder you're apa-"

"Boop."

You placed the gumdrop you've been holding into his mouth, placing a finger on his chin to close his open mouth properly.

"Careful now. I heard that if you open your mouth too widely, you might attract flies. Especially now. Those hawkers outside of school always said that honey attracts more flies than vinegar."

The gumdrop was honey flavored. You only noticed that after looking at the packaging of the candies you had brought with you, so you couldn't help yourself.

"Would you stop interrupting me for once? Really."

Monoma crossed his arms over his chest, genuinely annoyed with your antics.

"Alright then. One last thing before I zip shut, I do like honeyed cherries."

"..."

He still seemed a bit suspicious of you, though Rin, who was just about to grab Monoma to stop him from ranting again, facepalmed out of nowhere and turned to leave.

"Ba! I didn't come here to be choked with dog food!"

"I've gone on douyin before with Rin. I'm not gonna tell you what he means, though I've read in romance novels that lips have been compared to cherries before. Heheheheh~!"

Setsuna snuck off after that, snickering to herself as she trailed off after Rin. You ran off too, if only to escape Monoma's voice.

"...WHAAAAAT!?"

Despite him having a really nice voice, he can yell loud enough to cause pain if the groans and curses of the people behind you evidenced to anything.

🔪🍬

Real gelatin was always tastier. It had more depth and retained more flavor, and after your first gummy, you knew you couldn't go back.

Making them yourself always was better. That way, you can put whatever flavor you wanted instead of having a bunch of 'meh' flavors and flavors you didn't like. Plus, they didn't make your mouth taste weird.

"Isn't that right, Raffy-chan? Oops, sorry, I forgot, heheh!"

The girl's head was put in a ziplock bag, currently in the sink. You had already sold her teeth, nose, tongue, and eyes off-campus, leaving only the meaty bits.

"Such a shame that human brains are inedible. I'd have loved a good braised pig's head for dinner, but I guess I'll have to cremate you later."

Humans were also known as 'long pigs'. The girl was actually decently pretty, but she had made one mistake.

She left a love letter to Monoma.

It was like seeing the cake you helped make and ordered get drooled over by another person before having a bite taken out of. You weren't going to risk that bite because Monoma was yours.

Yours. Only yours. Forever. The sea-salt caramel filling to your dark chocolate. The candied flower to your cupcake. The cream to your coffee.

You grinned as you scooped out the scum from the boiling pot. Despite your efforts to clean them, bone marrow and blood was bound to be in the joins somehow.

"Now, to add sugar and remove the rest of the residue and the leftover waste..."

...

After a short while, you were done. You added pineapple, strawberry, cherry, raspberry, apple, mango, and various other fruit flavors to your gummies since there was so much 'base' to use up, putting the decapitated head in the minifridge you had after you were done.

"The gummies should be done in a few hours. In the meanwhile, let's see what other ingredients tried to snatch my beloved."

You popped a gummy into your mouth that you had set aside earlier, savoring the taste while opening the drawer that was originally meant to hold some miscellaneous cooking tools.

Now, it was full of love letters to Monoma. Of course you replaced them with ones you wrote yourself, even if mimicking all that handwriting was a pain.

Monoma was worth the pain and effort. He always was.

"Let's see... I heard that there's a dessert made from chicken breast, right? Let's see if there's any ingredients that have bird features."

Suddenly you heard the door opening behind you. You swiftly closed the drawer after stuffing the letter back inside, turning back to the person that almost caught you.

Monoma.

You couldn't just kill him to get rid of the evidence if that wasn't obvious enough.

"So. What did you mean by liking honeyed cherries yesterday?"

"Hmmm... it's exactly what you think I mean."

You pulled your sleeves over your hands before covering the lower half of your face, putting on some chocolate-flavored lip balm quickly to mask any other possible flavors. And, since only the lower half of your face was covered, you got to see Monoma slowly go from annoyed and huffing to flustered

He's pinker when he's blushing out of embarrassment instead of anger.

"Cherries are sweet by themselves, but with a hint of honey-"

"I don't need any honey, I can be sweet by myself just fine! Hmmph!"

"Oh, really? Then... can I have a taste?"

He stiffened up the moment the thought of what you just said finally was processed in his head. It was kind of like watching a thermometer.

"Just kidding!" You teased, placing a finger on his nose playfully as you watched him rapidly change in demeanor.

"Or am I?"

You pressed your fingertip against his lips and pulled your hand back before licking your fingertip.

"W-wh... you can't just do that! That's... um, unsanitary!"

"Really? There's lots of other unsanitary things that I can do."

"Shut up!"

Monoma covered his lips, gazing at you as if you were going to eat him up.

It was very tempting. That trace taste was sweeter than most, if not all other candies you've eaten before.

However, delicacies like Monoma were meant to be savored in small nibbles for maximum flavor in your experience.

"Hmmm... don't wanna."

You kissed the back of his hand that covered his lips anyways, stealing a taste before he squeaked and ran off.

You licked your own lips. You couldn't recognize what flavor he was, but that was fine. It's your new favorite anyways.

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Fictober '24 Prompt No. 4 — "No, we're not doing that."

Category: Original WIP: WASTE Rating: T Timeline: before the main events, I believe. pretty sure. CW: drug mentions Word Count: 1,120 Additional Notes: just a quick thing I slapped together. we'll say it's canon until I change my mind lmao

***

A man with enough reaver rock in his blood system to put down a large alien animal snarled and snapped at Dazia Fourteen, spittle flying everywhere, his teeth gnashing, and I can proudly say that the man was not, in fact, me.

I watched this happen from a distance, and I noted Dazia's demeanor—not once did she flinch, except maybe once when a glob of that spittle landed on her cheek. I know she views spitting on someone as one of the most disrespectful things you can do to a person, so I was only somewhat surprised to witness her then break her unwavering stare to punch the man in the throat. He went flying backward, slamming into the other junkies standing behind him, one or two of whom had nothing to do with this encounter at all.

The other junkies—the ones there to back up their buddy, anyway—scattered quite admirably, darting off in every direction imaginable, running into Node walls and slipping on pointedly non-slip floors. One tumbled onto the tracks of the tram some feet away, and Dazia bore down on the one that spat on her, her teeth bared and fist clenched with intent to beat the brains that weren't degraded by reaver rock out of his skull...if there were any left.

"No, no, we're not doing that," I muttered, striding to her and swinging her literally off her feet with an arm around her torso. Her entire body was tense, her muscles taut with the need to draw blood in brutal ways. "C'mon, baby girl, you're not gonna get bit by an addict today. Maybe tomorrow, where it can be controlled and pleasant for both of us."

As soon as she realized I'd interfered, she struggled against my hold. I kept a grip on her, impressively, until we were too far away from the situation to justify running back. I set her down, and she took a swing at me, and I ducked it, catching her next swing in my hand and pressing her back until she hit a bulkhead.

"Maybe don't knock out the only addict around here who still kind of has enough faculties to realize going against you is a colossal mistake," I grunted, keeping her at arm's length until she calmed significantly.

"You're not even supposed to be on duty today," she growled through her teeth, shaking me off of her.

I watched her dust off her leather jacket and adjust it so it fit how it was supposed to, and my eyes swept over her figure before I glanced behind me to make sure she didn't rile up any of the other junkies enough to light a fire under their asses and give chase.

"Yeah, when have I ever done what I'm told?" I turned back to her. "The fuck were you doing over there, anyway? Southern District is known almost exclusively for—"

"Yeah, you don't have to explain it to me," she snipped.

"—The less fortunate and the victims barely surviving the wrath of Oren Altavian, and I don't like to be interrupted, Miss Fourteen, if that is your real name."

"You know it's fucking not."

I narrowed my eyes imperceptibly at her. "What were you doing?"

Dazia hesitated here, which surprised me, but I didn't show it beyond lifting my eyebrows expectantly.

"It's not a mission," I continued, my voice low as I attempted to piece it together before she inevitably spilled. "You're not on duty now, either. Could you be looking for family? A loved one? Who do you know that's on reaver rock right now? It's not my business, but I'm gonna make it my business."

"Guetry," she sneered.

"And if you're mad at me for being complacent as Oren preyed on these poor people, I wouldn't blame you," I said, running a fingertip under my eye, smudging my dark liner. "Get in line, right behind me."

"Guetry."

The finality in her voice, the steel in her voice that caught the light outside the tram station, commanded my attention. I took in her set jaw and her flared nostrils, the tightness of her arms folded over her chest, and I straightened my spine.

"Yeah," I grunted, ire rising in my own chest. "Yeah, I'm clearly not gonna be here, am I?"

"You're here now, aren't you, Guetry? You were here to step in and save the day, weren't you?"

I grinned down at her at that, a humorless one I'd usually save for the likes of Oren. "Very cute. You're gonna lump me in with the unlucky ones? You think I'm just as bad a victim of Oren as them?"

"Are you gonna stand there and try to tell me you aren't?" Dazia growled. "You gonna try to sell me a fuckin' bridge, too?"

"Oh, baby, I know I'm not doin' so good," I purred, taking a step back and holding my hands up defensively. "Your mistake is thinking I'm new to this. You know how long I've been here? Do you understand that I was once Oren's actual partner in just about everything he's done, up to and including the kind that gets his rocks off, reaver and pleasurable alike?"

Dazia ran her teeth over her bottom lip as she scrutinized me, but she didn't respond for a while. "So if you're above where these people ended up, why are you here?"

I lowered my hands after running one through my hair, and I glanced over at the ruckus we'd been actively ignoring—the junkie that fell on the tracks had been knocked clear out and a tram was scheduled to arrive very soon. People of all species gathered around, cool and collected, to get the guy out before he was made into mincemeat.

I watched this happen with a slight frown, far into a well-dressed human kneeling beside the man as soon as he was lifted out and settled onto the platform. I recognized her...a woman who takes the tram from this station every day. Her job was to assist the addicts, to give them resources and assistance the government otherwise couldn't provide.

"Guetry," Dazia said gently after some time. "...You're not them."

"I am," I mutter, eventually peeling my gaze away from the scene. I shrugged stiffly. "That's me. Thing is, though...I've come to terms with that ages ago." I circled a finger tightly in the air. "Wish everybody else would fuckin' do the same."

I remembered her expression directly after that. I never forgot it, even when, months later, I ended up braindead for five months after a failed mission sent me spiraling into drinking a whole bottle of gin to chase the lethal amount of reaver rock I smoked.

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

seasonal colds

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣

Summary : you had a date but your body got other plans, your next door neighbor misses your sweet greetings

Word Count : not that long

Warnings : 18+ Neighbor!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, use of y/n, reader and Eddie are both (21), Eddie kinda sneaked into reader's home but not in a creep way, I don't know how to put this but reader and Eddie are friends but not that close?, establishing a relationship, reader is really unwell (it's literally me on this fic lol- I'm sorry)

What to Expect : strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, set in the 80's, mostly, this is all fluffy goodness

Note To Reader : projecting myself here, please, let me have my indulgence 😭

Author Note : This year's Christmas season is interesting because, I got sick so bad that I had a fever, so, yeah, no worries- now, because after that atrocious event- THIS FIC IS BORN 🤩

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY, HERE'S SOME FLUFFY FIC JUST FOR YOU 🎄💓

"That's odd, Where is she?"

"What'd you say?" Dustin spoke over the phone's receiver

"Uh, it's- Y/N- I didn't saw her earlier and now- the sun's getting low still haven't seen her yet"

Eddie replies as he looks over at his window as he rest his back on the wall while holding the telephone

"Why don't you knock at her door to see her if she's okay?" Dustin suggests

"Dude, we're not that close"

"I mean- there's nothing wrong with checking- like come on- it's normal to care" Dustin scoffs

Eddie can picture his young friend rolling his eyes

"Yeah, yeah, I get it" he sighs

"She looked fine yesterday, I even helped to carry some of her stuff that she bought"

"From what I know is that she has a date"

Oh

"Well....maybe that's the reason why she isn't showing up, she got exhausted"

"Really? Exhausted from a date?"

"I'm just helping you out here, man"

"I'm a little worried- that's all"

"Look, if you really want to know of how she's been doing then just get out of there and see it for yourself"

Eddie went silence for a bit as he listens to his friend

"I know you, Eddie- you're like the epitome of endless worrying"

Dustin's right, like Eddie himself couldn't believe that he would agree on the kid

You're the best neighbor that he had on the building

If you had food, you will gladly offer him some, you always acknowledge him with the fullest and loving smiles ever

You even asked him everytime on how he's day went, Eddie can see the tiredness in your eyes but yet you still managed to be kind and thoughtful

Eddie on the other hand, after finding out that you had a date

He can't help but wonder

How it went?

Was it amazing?

Did you really go to that date?

"She left me a spare key to feed her cat, if she's going away for a couple of months"

"Use it"

"Isn't that like- trespassing?"

"But you knew each other"

"We don't knew each other that much, Henderson"

"Listen to me"

"I'm listening-"

"What if something else happened to her? Inside of her home?- What if she couldn't even bring help herself?"

"Woah, okay- you convince me enough"

Dustin chuckles "Okay, dude, take care"

"You too, bye"

He runs his hands through his face as he thinks his decision carefully

He groans as he picks up his jacket and grab your spare key

He went outside of his room and stop by at your door for a moment

He replays of what he just rehearsed inside of his head

"I'm only going to check on Y/N because it's so weird not seeing her often- I'm just making sure- that is all"

He nods to himself as he unlocks your door

"Hello? Y/N?"

He opens the door and when you didn't answer, he says

"Are you here? Are you home? I'm gonna bring myself inside"

He asks again "Where are you? Y/N? I just wanted to check you- if you're okay"

He closes the door as he puts your spare key on his pocket

He searches the whole place, your dishes are still in the sink, there a bit of trash in the dining table

He is now intrigued at the atmosphere of your home

He walks forward as he looks for you

He saw your bedroom door slightly open

He hesitates for a second, since it's your personal room

He shakes his head as he saw you there laying on your bed, he sighs of relief but you look different

You always looked effortless but something is off about you

He doesn't know if you're awake or just dozing off

He calls out your name again

He clears his throat "Y/N?"

You stirred and by the time you tried to move your body, your face grimaced

He noticed that "You okay?"

You finally started to open your eyes slowly

Your eyes are droopy and your forehead scrunches up

He doesn't even know what it means, is it because of annoyance or in pain?

You're still processing of what's going on

You just groaned and started shivering as you pulled the sheets on you quickly

"I feel cold" your voice is hoarsed

He gasped, his eyes goes wide, he finally realizes that you're sick

So, you didn't go on to that date

A part of him is relieved that you didn't come which is so wrong of him to feel that way because it's literally none of his business like yeah, you could do whatever you want but he hopes that he'll be the one or the first to take you out someday

He runs towards to you, he places his hand on your forehead

"You're burning up!"

You grunted when you complain about your joints hurting and you feel your whole body is on fire like it won't stop being in pain

Now, your ears are ringing and pounding in discomfort

You still haven't looked or even acknowledge the person that is in your room

Your fever is so high that you can't even get out of the bed easily

Your eyes are brimming with tears, you sniffle

Eddie knows what to do

He knows how to deal with this

"I'm gonna help you, Y/N, don't worry" he places his hand on top of yours as he let it linger for a while

He went at the nearest pharmacy and picked-up goodies in the convenience store

He's back at your place as he prepares a basin filled with water and a clean towel as he places the damp cloth on your forehead

He's so concentrated to making sure your fever won't go far enough as it was before, so, he keeps running the other damp cloth to your arms and neck all the important parts to make your fever go down

He shook his head in displeased look earlier when he check your temperature using the thermometer

He puts a cool fever on your forehead

In the middle of the night, sometimes, you sob in agony

"Make it stop, please- I don't want to feel this anymore"

"It's alright, Y/N, you're okay, I got you"

Eddie couldn't sleep properly knowing of how awfully you must've been feel all this time

You're still feel cold even you have loads of blanket that he lays on you

He finds your comforter and he immediately puts it on you

He smiles to himself a little when you get comfortable with your sickening situation

He even panicked when you're not responding, the time you get passed out

You just couldn't take it anymore

You swore to yourself that you really did blackout for a minute

When you moved a little bit, he muttered "oh- thank god"

He's shaking in fear that he thought he lost you

"You gotta fight it, Y/N- you have to"

You still haven't eaten anything yet besides only drinking water, not that you didn't want to- it's just- you're too afraid to eat anything without being specific on what meal because-

You might vomit of how worse you feel right now

Thankfully, you told him to order creamy chicken macaroni soup and burger with fries

He calls for delivery as soon as possible

and nope- you still have no idea of who's taking care of you

He joins you while eating very late dinner

"How you're feeling?"

Your body is in hell- you don't have to energy to even talk

"There's no improvements but finally I can eat"

He gives you a small smile on that as he continues to finish his food

After that you complained of how your head hurts and your chest clenches too much

Out of all the fatigue that you felt for the past couple of years before?

This is literally the worst of them than the New Year's 2022 sickness that you got

Your body literally saying "FUCK YOU"

You can tell the incoming migraine is coming right at your skull to hammer it aggressively

He's been staying here for the whole night, it's his first night at your room

Eddie is sitting right beside you for the first time tonight, he slept peacefully

You unintentionally hold onto his forearm that made him woke up from his slumber, his eyes went to concern automatically as he watches you

"everything it hurts, somebody help me" you cried out as you kept your hold on him

"I know, Y/N- it will be all over soon" he wraps his arms around you

He runs his fingers through your hair as he lulled you to sleep

He woke up and he took a mental note to change your clothes

He goes into your dresser, he picked an easy but comfortable pieces of clothing

"Y/N?"

You hum in response

"You need to change your clothes"

Your face turn crumpled and you let out a whine when you sit up

He gave you the clothes that he picked out for you, he said that he'll be back

Once, you get dressed and check yourself in the bathroom

You look fucking bad, you roll your eyes to yourself

He's back with a glass of water and a medicine on hand

"You have to drink this now, you'll be good since you've already eaten" he murmurs as he hands you the water

You nod in response as you drink the capsules

You went back to bed as you settle your comfortable

You're still struggle to make a decent sleep since you really just can't do it because of how everything feels sucks right now

The medicine and the cool wind from outside helped you to feel drowsy

You can feel your eyes closing on its own as you finally getting a good night's sleep

You woke up drenched in your own sweat and you feel a lot more better than before

But, still there's more ache left but it's more good than not having any progress of healing

The sound of the soft snores from another person caught your attention

You looked around and there you saw him sleeping in your couch with a blanket that is too short for him

Your mind finally registered the things that he has done for you

The basin, the damp towels, the wrappers from the food delivery, the glass and the medicine, everything

Despite, there's still pain left that you're feeling right now, you smile at Eddie

You watch him as you can feel yourself feeling sleepy again

"It's a Wonderful Life!" playing in your television as Eddie watches with a popcorn bowl on his hand

Eddie can hear the rustles from your comforter as saw your eyes fluttering open

"Oh, hey, Y/N! Did you sleep well?"

"Hi, Eddie, yeah- I did" you managed to say as your cheeks blushed

You're so embarrassed that he took care of you for a while, he really didn't have to do that

His eyes go big when he heard you say his name "You- you're okay! You just said my name!" He grins as he goes over to you assisting the pillow as you sit up

"Not really, 100% tho- I still feel like shit"

He tilts his head at you as he puts his hand on your forehead

"Yeah, you still a bit warm but I think you'll be fine sooner!" He claps both of his hands as he returns watching the film

You gasped out of nowhere as you realized something, you removed the comforter off of you as you sit on the edge of your bed

"Woah- woah you have to move easy, what's the sudden rush?" Eddie holds both of your shoulders to steady you as you stumble while standing up too fast

You click your tongue "I was supposed to attend this date, remember?"

He puts his hands inside of the pockets of his jacket "Ah, right- that one"

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you groan in frustration

"Fuck, that was yesterday"

"Yuuuuuup!" Eddie says with a "pop!" at the end

You stand awkwardly in front of him as you sigh, he watches you intently

"What am I going to do? I blew it up because of me getting sick" you shake your head to yourself as you sat back down on your bed

"Well...." He sat beside you as he thinks for a few minutes

His hands itches to touch you and hold you

Before he can say anything, you spoke first

"How long I've been sick?"

"One day"

You huffed as you bring your attention back on the TV and then you turn your head back at him as he already been staring at you

"Oh- gosh- I'm sorry that's so rude of me! I just wanna say Thank you, Eddie!" You rambled

A smile grows on his lips "It's nothing really, I mean- I insist and I want to help you" he ducks his head down, he suddenly became shy on your gaze

"I just missed seeing you and not knowing what is happening to you, scared me"

"Really?" Your eyes twinkle and he flustered

"Y-Yeah" He clears his throat, trying to cover up his nervousness

"Don't beat yourself up for not going on to that date, Y/N" he says softly

Your eyes softens as you let him hold your hand

Oh- you like Eddie- that's why the universe didn't let you go on to that date

"I wanna spend my Christmas with you, Eddie"

"You do?" He says in disbelief tone, his eyes shines as he watches you get up

"I'm gonna make hot chocolate with whipped cream- it's my favorite!" You giggled with excitement radiating on your aura

You tug his hand as you went into your kitchen for two mugs

Your heart flutters of how much he cares for you while you're working on the luscious drink, it's really sweet because he knows that you're still not okay, you're still recovering

You taught him how to use the can whipped cream and you mischievously make a dot onto his nose and you laugh

You accidentally smeared the cream on the sides of your lips and Eddie made it even more worse that he exclaimed that he didn't know there's still chocolate on his fingers

Both of your laughter's died down when something in the air has changed

It's started snowing outside, you swear your heart expands three times bigger of how long he stares at you

You feel safe and sound under his presence

Why'd you haven't taken a good look on this before? Sure, he looks attractive but you never thought you could feel something for him

Eddie is ready to take the leap or else he'll miss his chance

You both looked funny having sticky and sweet contents on both of your faces

He runs his thumb on your lips as his eyes darts back at you and down to your lips

You thought stopped breathing but it's only Eddie's lips onto yours

You kissed him back, he deepens it, he pulls you close to him by holding your waist as you cup both of his cheeks

You're shocked and screaming inside

Who would've thought that the one you loved is your next-door neighbor?

You never thought that this would happen

You both pulled back with giggles as he takes you back for another sweet kiss which you gladly accept

"How does it taste?"

You ask while you watch him as he turns on the radio and "The Christmas Song by Nat King Cole" starts playing, a fond smile is sitting on your lips

He literally went down to your mouth to kiss which you laugh because he misunderstood on what you mean but you can't help but to kiss him back

"No! Not that- I mean- the hot chocolate!" You lightly push him on the chest as he chuckles, he pulled you to his side closely

"It's magical" he always exaggerates his words

You're infuriated at him

"Eddie, come on- be serious"

"It's really spectacular, Y/N" he pecks your kiss once more removing your cute little frown on your face

"You know I'm really glad that I checked on you"

"Yeah?"

"I finally got my Christmas wish come true"

You both sipped the warm beverage as you continue to watch the classic Christmas film of all time with both loving hearts and smiles

🎄✨🫶🏻

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Reese vs Natali: Duel to the Death (Magican's Bait, Part 5)

WoW Birthday Whump Day 12: Magic Exhaustion / Collapsed / "So tired..."

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Tales from Valaria Masterpost

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TW: duel, knife wounds, magic whump, death, blood, blood loss, dizziness, collapse, fainting

Context: Reese duels Natali. The Stalker may have runes on her side, but Reese has a hidden ace up her sleeve that might win her the day. But at what cost?

Reese didn’t give Natali time to react to the—admittedly very shocking—news that she was not, in fact, Caiya Ebony. She closed the distance between them in three leaping strides and went on the offensive, going for the Stalker’s throat.

Natali ducked backward, her self-satisfied expression wiped from her face. She fumbled with her knives and barely managed to draw one before Reese drove her own blade into Natali’s shoulder.

She screamed in pain and fury, weapon falling from numb fingers as the injured arm went limp. Her other hand went for the second knife, and she swung out, trying to catch Reese in the side.

Reese yanked out her knife and twisted away. Natali’s blade sliced through the fabric of her jacket and left a shallow scratch, but it was better than the alternative. Reese hissed out through her teeth and retreated, allowing the Stalker to make the next move.

Blood streamed down Natali’s arm, and her eyes burned with rage. “You’ll regret that, child,” she hissed. Before Reese could react, the Stalker spoke a rune.

The wind stirred around Reese, lightly toying with her hair, but nothing else happened. Reese grinned at Natali’s shocked expression. “Was that supposed to impress me? You’re gonna have to try harder than that!”

“How?!” The Stalker screeched, repeating the rune as Reese charged at her again. She retreated, going on the defensive as Reese chased her around the room.

Reese didn’t have the energy to spare for an answer. She lunged, knife point intent on Natali’s heart, but Natali knocked aside the blade. Natali tried to counterattack, but Reese blocked the thrust and used her free hand to grab Natali’s wrist.

The Stalker’s eyes were filled with pain, fear, and desperation. She spoke another rune, one Reese recognized all too well. The familiar weight settled on Reese’s chest, and she faltered, struggling to breathe. Natali seized the opportunity and kicked Reese in the stomach with rune-enhanced strength.

The force of the kick threw Reese halfway across the room. Time seemed to briefly slow as the ground came up to meet her. The impact sent fireworks through Reese’s shoulder and back, and she rolled another few meters before stopping. Her knife clattered to the ground, out of reach.

Natali staggered across the room, swaying from blood loss or rune exhaustion. Possibly both. Reese pulled herself to her feet and raised her fists. The closeness of the pit where she’d accidentally tossed Caiya’s cowl unnerved her, and the hairs on her neck prickled.

Natali still had her dagger, but she was wounded. Even hand-to-hand, Reese had the upper hand. Didn’t she?

“I don’t know the extent of your protection, little magician,” Natali hissed, knife raised. She was only a few steps away now. “You may have put up a good fight. But you’re finished, now. Yield, and I’ll let the prince go.”

“Liar,” Reese spat, “and you’re right. You don’t know the extent of my protection. But you’re also wrong. I’m no magician.”

With those words, Reese lunged, ducking under Natali’s swing and diving for her legs, tackling the Stalker to the ground. Pain erupted in her lower back, causing her to cry out, but Reese pressed on, punching Natali in the throat.

Natali gagged and let go of the knife. Reese didn’t hesitate, yanking the weapon out of her back and driving it in between the Stalker’s ribs into her heart. Natali’s eyes widened in shock, and she sagged. Reese didn’t release her hold on the knife until her breathing slowed… slowed… stopped.

Reese exhaled shakily and rose to her feet, retrieving her own knife from the ground. She left Natali’s knife where it was. Head swimming, she staggered across the room to the prince, who stared mutely at the Stalker’s corpse. Reese sliced through his bonds, a simple matter with the rune-engraved knife, and pulled him to his feet. He wobbled on legs weakened during his imprisonment, and they supported each other as they crossed the room to the tunnel where she’d entered.

“How…” Damian whispered when they entered the tunnel, “how could you? How could you resist her runes?”

“It’s simple, really,” Reese muttered, trying to ignore how the floor pitched and heaved beneath their unsteady feet. “I’m a Draigo.”

Damian froze midstep, and Reese nearly tripped over his feet. “A Draigo?! But I thought they were all—”

“Not all of them, your Highness. Just most of them.” She tugged his arm, and he started walking—or, more accurately, lurching—down the tunnel again.

“...so that’s why you’re here,” he mused, “instead of Caiya Ebony.”

“Caiya Ebony is a coward. I’m here because a friend asked me to.” Each step was like another knife in the wound in her back. Was she supporting Damian, or was Damian supporting her? They needed to get out of here.

“Ah.” Silence stretched between them for several steps before the prince spoke again. “Was it the Watcher?”

Reese nodded wordlessly. Was the tunnel getting darker?

“You said your name was Reese Takari, right? Like the diplomat?”

“I’m…” Reese mumbled, “I’m his daughter…. We should be… getting… close….”

Damian paused, concern evident. “Are you alright? Reese?”

The tunnel seemed to blur, and a strange numbness settled over her, like when her limbs fell asleep after sitting on them for too long. She didn’t have time to respond before her legs buckled under her weight.

But she didn’t hit the floor. “Reese? Reese!”

Damian’s voice sounded far away like he was at the other end of the tunnel. Reese wanted to respond, but darkness flooded over her, sending her into the depths of oblivion.

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 2

Episode 5: Captain Man Goes On Vacation

~Junk-N-Stuff~

Ah, geez. It was a stressful time right now for the Man Cave's resident lovebirds for several reasons. 

Firstly, Ray was supposed to be going on a trip for his cousin's wedding and that meant he'd be away for a few days, which, in turn, meant that Henry and Charlotte had to be on hand to help (y/n) through a few days of pining and misery. She knew it was a family event that he couldn't miss and she wouldn't dream of keeping him away from what little family he had left, but that didn't mean she wouldn't miss him. Even the thought of him leaving was enough for her heart to ache and her energy to be sapped. 

Ray felt a similar way about the situation. He knew he had to go to his cousin's wedding. He couldn't fail to show up after he RSVP'd, it would be unbelievably rude and he wanted to stay in his family's good books. But it didn't feel right to go to the event alone, he felt in his heart that he was leaving behind the one person who truly felt like family to him. 

In his mind, he should walk into that reception room with (y/n) on his arm, so he could send his gossiping aunts into whispers. He could perhaps introduce her to his father, even though they hadn't spoken in years. With all his heartache in mind, he was doing everything in his power to stall himself. If he missed the plane, he wouldn't have to leave her, right?

Well, technically no, but his slowness irritated his teen assistants and stressed out his helper. How could he be so nonchalant about his lateness? (y/n) was nervously pacing up and down the Man Cave's floor, thinking about the disaster that would unfold if he couldn't attend the wedding. Her jumpy personality meant that she took pride in being organised and was nearly always on time for things, a trait that she tried to rub off on her friends. 

"Where is he?" (y/n) asked the kids, looking up to the sprocket where Ray was meant to be. He should've left like ten minutes ago.

"Ray, come on, you're gonna miss your plane!" Henry yelled to the man, who was currently struggling down the sprocket corridor with his king-sized mattress in his grasp.

"I'm coming!" He yelled back, shuffling through the sprocket and tripping over the mattress as he tried to move it.

"What is he...?" Charlotte looked at her friends in confusion as (y/n) and Henry groaned. They didn't have time for this.

"Ray, what are you doing with that mattress?" Henry asked his boss, who had lifted the thing over his head so he could walk down the steps. (y/n) was nervously biting her lip and checking the time on her phone; at this rate, she'd have to kick him out of the door.

"Taking it on my trip." Ray answered struggling to stop himself from falling over.

"Oh, sweet cheese, you can't take a mattress on a plane, doofus." (y/n) facepalmed, not believing how stupid he was being. It was like he didn't want to leave.

"Yeah, you're right." He sighed, knowing his girl knew best. He slammed the mattress down on the floor in frustration, making the woman walk over to him.

"What's wrong?" She asked, straightening out his jacket and hair. Her soft touch only made his heart hurt more, he couldn't bear the thought of three days without her.

"Maybe I shouldn't go." He said quickly, dashing over to the supercomputer so she wouldn't see his yearning eyes.

"See, I knew it!" Henry exclaimed, having had a sneaking suspicion all along that his boss was terrified of leaving (y/n) alone for a few days. He couldn't be there to protect her, to provide for her. What if some criminal came along and kidnapped her? Or worse, what if some cute guy came along and stole her heart? The notion of him coming back and finding her in love with another made him feel sick. It would be best if he stayed.

"Ray, you can't blow off your cousin's wedding." Charlotte scolded him as (y/n) put her hands on his shoulders, hoping he'd turn around and face her.

"He'll be so disappointed if you're not there." She told him, making him stroppily turn around in the chair.

"I know, but most marriages don't work out. I'll just go to his next wedding." He told them, leaping up from his seat and trying to run away. (y/n) was too quick for him though, and used whatever upper body strength she had to hold him back. 

"Just admit that you're afraid to leave town 'cause you think me, Charlotte, Schwoz and (y/n) can't handle things without you," Henry called him out, making sure he didn't add in the bit about his boss not wanting to leave (y/n). That would open another can of worms.

"Well, what if there's an emergency?" Ray asked the three. He was nervous to leave Swellview, thinking that even though Henry was a skilled fighter and he had three amazing people working in the Man Cave, they wouldn't be able to keep the city safe.

"Henry will blow a bubble and Kid Danger will deal with it." (y/n) pointed to the boy over his head and he and Charlotte nodded in agreement.

"What if he suddenly gets that disease, huh? Nu-nu-numb tongue and you can't blow a bubble?" He looked at his friends who squinted at him with puzzled faces.

"Numb Tongue?" Henry reiterated.

"That's not a thing." Charlotte rolled her eyes as the elevator door opened and Schwoz started to walk over to them.

"You're chatting shit. People don't talk normally one second and then all of a sudden, blerughhh, bleur, bluh, blergh!" (y/n) acted like she couldn't speak properly, not seeing that Schwoz was behind her.

"Uh, oh, does she have Numb Tongue?" The genius asked, making the woman turn around so she could glare at him.

"See?" Ray exclaimed, his presence making Schwoz check his watch.

"Hey, shouldn't you be on your way to the airpoot?" He questioned in his funny accent.

"Yessss!" Henry elongated the word as he and (y/n) grabbed Ray's arms and began to lead him over to the elevator.

"Whoa, whoa, wait, I need my suitcase." He wiggled out of their grasp.

"Bork! Hey, Bork, bring it over here." Ray instructed the large, muscleman, who was carrying an enormous trunk. He dropped it in front of the group, the impact of the extremely heavy box making a loud noise and causing the ground to shake.

"Thanks, buddy." Ray gave Bork a piece of meat as a reward, the guy taking a bite out of the steak as he walked away.

"What the hell have you got in here?" (y/n) asked her best friend in disbelief as she tried to move the trunk with her leg, but it wouldn't budge.

"Just stuff I might need, like, cotton swabs, shampoo...and non-cotton swabs. You know what, let's talk about all the different kinds of swabs." Ray smiled at the teens.

"Stalling!" Henry exclaimed, him, Charlotte and Schwoz gesturing to (y/n) who was too busy looking at the box to notice. 

"It's just--" Ray tried to give them an excuse as his cheeks blushed, knowing he'd been rumbled.

"It's only three days." Charlotte butted in, not needing to hear some lame excuse.

"We can handle it," Henry added as (y/n) looked at her friend.

"Me and Schwoz have all the experience and Henry knows how to fight. And if there's some cataclysmic disaster, I can whip out my emergency super suit and give him a hand." She told him softly, ignoring how teary she felt at the prospect of saying goodbye. She didn't want him to go and find the girl of his dreams in some other city, she'd have no hope of convincing him that she'd been there for him all this time.

"Okay...after one last hula dance with Leilani." He smiled, thinking of anything that could make him stay a little longer. He didn't see the way (y/n) faltered at his words, the Hawaiian girl being exactly the type of girl she was afraid of. Beautiful, elegant, perfectly capable of capturing his heart and making him forget all about her. 

"No!" Henry and Charlotte protested together, already afraid of what (y/n) would turn into after he left. They didn't need him stoking the fire with references to pretty hula girls and whatever else he did to distract himself from his love for her. Ray growled in frustration and flopped face-first onto the mattress he had left on the floor before swiftly getting back on his feet.

"Okay, fine! But you better not let any bad guys get away with crimes while I'm gone!" He told Henry in a childishly stern voice, the ache in his chest making him crabby.

"Stop being a child and grab your huge box-trunk thing!" (y/n) instructed him firmly, jabbing her nail into his chest like a mother scolding her petulant son. Not wanting to leave on a sore note with her, Ray grabbed the trunk's red strap and tried to lift it, but he had filled it with so much junk that he couldn't lift it, even with all of his super-density strength.

"Well, too heavy, better stay here!" He gave up easily, walking rapidly towards the sprocket so he could hide in his bedroom. 

"No, wait. I'll get the anti-grav!" Schwoz thought on his feet, rushing off to grab his invention so Ray could leave on time.

"Anti-grav?" Charlotte queried, she hadn't heard of that gadget before.

"Yeah, it's a device you attach to really heavy things to make them a lot lighter." (y/n) explained, grabbing the large man's hand so she could steady her nerves and stop him from running away. Schwoz dashed back over with a long stick-like device that he attached to the trunk. He pressed a few buttons and activated its gravity-defying effect.

"There!" He backed off with a flourish, letting Henry step forward to test it out.

"Whoa, man! It works!" He smiled at the adults, marvelling at how the box simply floated up in his hand. 

"Hey, what do these do?" He looked at some glowing buttons on the side of the devices and pressed them before anyone could stop him.

"No, no, no, no, no, no!" Ray, (y/n) and Schwoz cried, but it was too late, he had already started to fly up to the ceiling. It seemed like Ray would never get on that damn plane.

~The next day~

It had been a difficult goodbye for (y/n) and Ray. After getting Henry down from the ceiling, they had given each other a tight hug, not wanting to let go. He had buried his nose in her hair and took in her perfume for the last time for three days. God, he hadn't realised how small she was until he had had her in his arms. He felt like a giant next to her and he couldn't help but want to pin her down and ravish her in a sinfully delicious way. If only he had time to stay and the courage to do so.

Still, she had soldiered on and had been monitoring the supercomputer when an emergency had come in. Putting down her mug of tea, she flicked on the hologram machine so she could call Henry. Whilst waiting for him to pick up, she sent a quick text to Charlotte so she'd get to work ASAP; what was going down was serious and she'd need an extra pair of hands around.

"Hey, (y/n/n), what's up?" Henry's little hologram appeared on the computer as he opened his whiz watch.

"There's a robbery going down at that eyeglass store in Midtown, uh, what's it called...Specs in The City." She told him as she checked what little information she had on the monitor.

"Okay, I know where that is, I'm on my way," Henry replied, popping a gumball into his mouth in preparation.

"You better hurry up. We need to prove to Ray that we're not completely useless when he's not here." The woman urged him as Schwo and Charlotte walked up behind her.

"Hey, Henry, look, it's me Schwoz!" The genius jumped in front of her so he could say hi to the sidekick.

"I got no time for you, Schwoz!" Henry snapped and closed his watch, effectively ending the call. Well, it was up to him now.

~Specs in The City Shop~

Two thugs were threatening the owner of the store, who was fearing for his life.

"Come on, man, hurry it up!" A robber with a leaf blower said, pointing his odd choice of weapon at the owner.

"Look, why do you just s-steal my m-money and get your glasses made wherever you want?" The terrified storekeeper asked, willing to let his money go so he could keep his life.

"No! This place has the best reviews on Yarp! So you're making my glasses!!" The other criminal shouted, pointing a hammer at the owner. The threat was definitely real now. However, the criminals' attention was stolen when Kid Danger cleared his throat and made his presence known.

"I don't think so, jerk," Henry told them, pointing to his eye as he made a pun.

"Kid Danger! Thank god you and Captain Man are here!" The storekeeper praised god that his salvation had come, now these criminals would get a taste of justice.

"Uh, actually Captain Man's at his cousin's wedding in Cleveland," Henry told them, which piqued the criminals' interest.

"Captain Man ain't here?" One of them smirked, thinking that if they didn't have to face Swellview's superhero, then taking on his sidekick would be easy.

"No," Henry said nervously as the criminals returned to threatening the man behind the counter.

"All right, you just keep making my glasses, and those lenses better be progressive!" The hammer-wielding thug yelled, sending his victim into an obedient panic.

"Hey, man, you love your mother?" Henry asked the criminal, confusing him.

"Yeah." He answered honestly.

"Then freeze, mother lover!!" Henry quipped, pulling out his laser control, but the criminal wasn't very scared.

"NO!" He hissed and moved to whack Henry with his hammer, but the kid just shot him with a laser, sending him unconscious. 

"You should've freezed..." Henry smirked at his sleeping body, quickly switching his attention to the other goon when he fired up his leaf blower.

"Hey!" Henry tried to shoot the second criminal too, but he used the leaf blower to blow his weapon out of his hand, the strong wind making Henry stumble back.

"Oh, what?" Henry groaned as he tried to keep the glasses on the displays, not wanting to clean everything up after he was done here. He struggled against the wind and put his hand over the blower's nozzle, forcing it into the man's face as the two began to battle. Using his strength, Henry punched the man on the nose and took the leaf blower off of him and used it to blow him into a wall. Some shelves collapsed on his head, rendering the man unconscious like his partner. 

"Well, sir, looks like I just saved your life," Henry told the delighted owner as he threw away the leaf blower and leaned on the counter. However, it seemed like someone didn't have any faith in him.

Captain Man dropped down from the ceiling, ready to fight since he thought that his sidekick couldn't deal with a simple robbery on his own.

"I'm here," Ray announced, much to the owner's happiness and Henry's shock. The nerve of this guy.

"Captain Man!" The owner cried as Henry looked at his boss in horror.

"Captain Man?" The kid asked in a hurt voice. He had lied about leaving?

"Just a moment..." Ray growled and lifted up the man who had the hammer. He punched him in the face, despite the guy not being a threat anymore, but he wanted to act like he had been instrumental in ending the fight.

"There, you're safe now," Ray told the owner, who excitedly came out from behind the cash register as Henry spluttered in confusion.

"Thank you, Captain Man. Oh, I gotta go tell my wife what you did." The man said, running off to report Captain Man's actions, even though he hadn't done anything useful.

"What are you doing here?" Henry asked Ray.

"Fighting crime!" He replied, kicking out his leg as he smirked.

"No! You're just here because you don't trust me and Charlotte and (y/n) and Schwoz to handle things while you're away." He called him out, feeling extremely irritated.

"You don't have my experience." Ray hissed, keeping his voice down since the storekeeper and his wife were close by.

"I don't have your enormous ego." Henry snapped back.

"That too!" 

"I've been doing this job for over a year and I can handle things for three stupid days without you. (y/n) can help me—you're just scared some other guy will date her while you're not here." The boy pointed out, his anger meaning he couldn't keep a lid on his feelings.

"Oh, really? Like you handled this crime? And I'm not scared of (y/n) dating. She can...date whoever she wants." Ray swallowed as he said the words, the idea of his girl with someone else making him feel tremendously sick. Not that he'd let Henry see that.

"Yes, I completely handled this crime. And you're totally afraid of someone else taking her." They argued back and forth.

"Yeah, I guess, I mean, you handled this, like I can handle (y/n) with a boyfriend who's not me," Ray said moodily, making Henry roll his eyes.

"Dude, you can't be jealous if you won't even try to ask her out." His sidekick berated him, not wanting to let him escape from the fact that he wanted the young woman, but did nothing to make her his girlfriend.

"Okay, fine, I'll go." Ray whinged, walking out of the door until the voice of the storekeeper stopped him.

"Captain Man...this is my wife, Nancy." The man introduced a smiling woman, who was beyond excited to meet the hero.

"Oh, hiiiiiiii." Ray smiled back, hoping this would give him an excuse to stick around.

"Out! Before I call her and let her know you're still in town!" Henry threatened his boss, making him briskly walk out of the store before he could let (y/n) know he had lied to her and had not caught his flight. Seeing her hurt and upset because of him would break his heart.

~Later that evening~

Needing to get (y/n) out of the Man Cave, Henry and Charlotte had taken her to a milkshake bar for a much-deserved break. She felt 'floopy' without her soulmate and kept pouting and plodding around the room. Seeing that she desperately needed a pick-me-up, they bustled her out of Junk-N-Stuff, trying their best to make her laugh and take her mind off her absent hero. It worked; (y/n) had perked up after they told her their best jokes, and being with her friends made her feel a lot better.

The three of them stepped out of the elevator as they entered the Man Cave again, feeling refreshed for work again. Only, Schwoz had taken advantage of their absence and had turned the hideout into a discotech. 

"AHHHHH!" Their laughter was stopped by the loud music and odd characters that were dancing all over the furniture. What had Schwoz done? His cousin was dancing around, his pig was in a paddling pool, people were playing around in the tubes, the place was in pandemonium and (y/n) was pissed off.

"What is going on?!" Charlotte yelled over the music, as she took in the party scene.

"I don't know!" Henry shouted back as (y/n) seethed beside him.

"I know exactly what's going on. Come on!" She growled, walking over to the small man jumping on a mini-trampoline as he laughed with Bork.

"Schwoz, you little fucker!" She hissed, separating the two men and dragging Schwoz away from the trampoline.

"Welcome to the party. Charlotte, what's happening?" The man greeted them happily, thinking they were here to party with him.

"How could you have a party without Ray's permission, or me knowing?" (y/n) asked him angrily, furious that he had done this behind her back.

"Easy! He's not here and you were drinking milkshakes! Hahahaa!" Schwoz chuckled, irritating the woman more.

"You know, we promised Ray we'd be responsible!" Charlotte reminded him as (y/n) rubbed her face in frustration.

"What's gonna happen?" Schwoz scoffed, not worried about any consequences.

"Oh, I don't know, how about a criminal in Mongolia hearing this damn music!" The woman shouted as Bork grabbed Charlotte and lifted her over his shoulder, not liking how everyone was being a party pooper.

"Henry!" She yelled at her friend for help.

"Hey, Bork. Charlotte is not a toy, put her down!" The boy scolded the freakishly tall man, but he was distracted as Winnie, Schwoz's sister poked his shoulder. Bork then started to swing Charlotte back and forth with Larry, Schwoz's cousin, which terrified the young girl.

"Who did that?" Henry asked, spinning around to see the neighing woman.

"This is chaos! Come on, Schwoz, I have to live here!" (y/n) tried to calm everything down, but between Charlotte's squeals and Schowz's laughter, her efforts were useless. She or Henry couldn't even hear the emergency alarm go off. Ah, geez, Ray was going to kill them.

~The next day~

After a whole night of partying, Henry, Charlotte and (y/n) returned to the Man Cave to see what had become of Schwoz. The young woman had crashed in a downtown hotel for the night. There was no chance of her getting any sleep with the blaring music and numerous weirdos dancing around outside of her bedroom. They stepped out of the elevator and holy cow, they were greeted by a mess.

Schwoz was passed out on the floor, much like his guests, who had all partied the night away. There were decorations, streamers, food, trash and confetti littering the floor and the sight of the destroyed room made them all groan in disgust. It was normally so well-organised and tidy in there, thanks to (y/n)'s diligence, but after one night of Schwoz and his friends living it large, it looked like a bomb had hit it.

"Sweet cheese." (y/n) breathed out as she hesitantly stepped into the Man Cave, cringing as she heard bits of confetti and crumbs crunch under her sneakers.

"This place looks disgusting." Charlotte gagged, choosing her steps carefully so she wouldn't step in anything gross.

"Yeah. So does Schwoz." Henry grumbled as the three of them walked over to the genius, who was sleeping on his trampoline, a large rubber ducky tucked under his arm.

"Hey, Schwoz, sleepy times over. Come on, wake up." Henry tried to get him to wake up, even going as far as slapping him about the face with a slice of cold, slimy pizza, but it was useless. He just mumbled something in his native language and snuggled back into his ducky.

"Okay... WAKE UP, YOU ASSHOLE!" (y/n) screamed at the top of her voice, startling the man into consciousness, his pale face looking around in alarm. Even the kids winced at her sharp tone.

"How long did this party go on?" Charlotte asked him as he yawned.

"Uh, we broke up around 6 AM. Oh, look. My sister, Winnie, fell asleep. So peaceful, so beautiful." Schwoz mentioned wistfully, looking at his snoring, horse-like sister, who had fallen asleep standing up, just like an actual horse.

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah." The three replied in unsure voices, not certain that what they were looking at could be classed as peaceful or indeed beautiful.

"Right, Schwoz, I'm going to be very clear about this. You better clean all of this crap up before..." (y/n) tried to be stern, but her words trailed off as Henry nudged her arm and pointed to emergency alarm, which had been flashing all night. Oh, god.

"Oh, shit, shit, shit. The crime light." She cursed as she, Henry and Charlotte dashed over to the supercomputer, worry etched onto their faces. 

"How long has that been flashing?" Charlotte asked Schowz, as (y/n) scrolled through the databank.

"Since 9:37 last night!" She cried, thinking about what catastrophe could have unfolded when no superhero turned up.

"Dang-dangit, Schwoz!" Henry groaned, squishing a balloon into the control panel and making it burst. However, the loud noise made Winnie wake up in alarm and she started to whinny and buck around the room, like a startled horse.

"Ah, you spooked my sister!" Schwoz panicked, trying to calm down his sibling as she trotted across the room in fear. He finally managed to subdue her with a carrot and a pat to the head, confirming that she was probably more horse than person.

"What are you guys doing?" Henry asked the girls, who were working on the computer.

"Since no one answered the emergency call, we're checking to see if someone left a message," Charlotte told him as (y/n) checked their inbox. Pressing play, they listened to the latest voice message.

"You have one new emergency voicemail: Hello, Captain Man? This is Carlos from Sushi Dushi." The message began, the three listening carefully.

"It's Carlos from Sushi Dushi," Henry repeated, despite his observation being completely pointless.

"How'd you figure that one out, Holmes?" (y/n) sassed him sarcastically before resuming the voicemail.

"There's a guy robbing us right now. He's locking us in the fridge so he can steal a huge tuna fish." It continued.

"He's locking them all in the fridge." Henry pointed again, his deduction again being useless.

"Yes, thank you, Henry." (y/n) rolled her eyes with Charlotte.

"Where's the tuna fish?"

"Captain Man, Captain Man, save us!!" The message ended with the criminals intruding on the recording and Carlos begging for help.

"What are you thinking?" Charlotte asked her fellow teen and he stayed quiet and looked thoughtful.

"The robber's voice sounds so familiar." Henry pondered, his thinking making the girls wonder too. 

"I know." Charlotte agreed, suddenly feeling like she had heard that voice before.

"(y/n/n), can you cross-check it against the national voice database?" Henry asked the young, who smiled softly and nodded.

"Sure, easy-peasy, squeeze the lemon." She said, inputting a clip of the message into the databank and waiting a few seconds for the feedback. The computer came back with two matches.

"Ah!"

"Okay!" The kids smiled, glad that their plan had worked out.

"So, the robber's either Jeff or Miley." Henry studied the two pictures carefully, even though the answer was pretty obvious.

"I'm thinking it's Jeff." Charlotte theorised, knowing that it was ludicrous to suspect that Miley Cyrus would rob Sushi Dushi for a fish.

"Ugh, Jeff. He's such a moron." (y/n) groaned, smiling fondly when she remembered how she and Ray scattered him off to jail last Halloween. Ah, good times, apart from when he kept calling her "pretty lady", ew.

"Well, you better find him and arrest him or Ray's gonna fire us all," Charlotte stressed, not wanting to lose her job. She needed the money.

"He wouldn't fire his best friend, 'cause...y'know...he likes (y/n)," Henry argued with her, choosing his words very carefully as Charlotte raised her eyebrows and subtly nodded at (y/n). Luckily though, the true meaning of his words flew right over her head.

"Yeah, I'm not sure that even I'd get away with this." She joked, not realising how she could get away with murder when it came to Ray. One puppy-dog gaze from her and he was putty in her hands.

"Then I guess I'll chew some guy and fight some scum." Henry quipped before blowing his bubble and transforming into Henry Danger. The loud noise of him popping the bubble and snapping into his costume made Winnie kick off again, much to the annoyance of Schwoz.

"Ah, you did it again!" He yelled as his sister brayed and kicked.

"Just go, go go!" (y/n) told Henry, knowing he should go fight crime. They could deal with Schowz's weird sister, hopefully, they just needed some sugar cubes and carrots. Yeah, lots of carrots. 

~Jeff's Apartment~

Henry arrived at the building where Jeff still rented the same apartment that Captain Man and Miss Danger had fought him last time. He really needed to get brainier. Deciding to make a Captain Man-style entrance, Henry kicked a hole through the door, confusing the criminal inside. Not that it took a lot to confuse Jeff.

"Hey, hang on, someone's foot just came through my door." Henry heard Jeff tell one of his potential buyers on the phone. Squatting down, Kid Danger looked through the hole he had made and scanned the room, checking to make sure he had the right apartment. Seeing an irritated Jeff sat across the room, he poked his hand through the gap and unlocked the door from the inside. 

"Looks like you're gonna need a door-hole repairman, Jeff." Henry snarked, trying to be all tough after his clumsy entrance.

"Ah, crud. Hey, it's Kid Danger and Captain Man, can you, uh, come bail me outta jail later?" The dumb man said to whoever was on the phone.

"It's just me, Jeff. Captain Man's outta town." Henry smirked, feeling proud that he was being a cool superhero by himself.

"Okay, so after you come pick up this tuna, do you wanna see a movie or something? I heard that the sequel--" Jeff's complacency was cut off by Henry grabbing his phone, the boy having been offended by Jeff not seeing him as a threat.

"Dude!" Jeff grumbled.

"The only movie you're gonna see is the one in jail...on movie night...if they even have that. Now, stand up or get zapped!" Henry rambled, threateningly pointing his laser control at Jeff, who was very intimidated.

"I'm gonna slap that thing outta your hand." He told Kid Danger.

"I'd like to see you try slap--" Henry was cut off as Jeff did what he had said he would, showing a blatant disrespect towards the kid. He was shit scared of Captain Man, but Kid Danger? He could take him easily.

"Okay, that really hurt my hand," Henry whined, but the phone he had confiscated from Jeff started. to ring.

"Oh, it could be my tuna buyer, give me my phone." The criminal asked.

"Oh, you want the phone? This thing right here?" Henry teased him.

"Yeah. Are you playing Keep Away From Me?" Jeff frowned at the teen superhero.

"Yes, I'm playing Keep Away From You," Henry replied in a mocking tone.

"All right, that does it!" The stupid criminal growled and began to chase Henry around the tuna fish. Henry leapt through the kitchen hatch and Jeff tried to follow him, but he was too slow and fat to get through. He fell off the counter and onto the floor, huffing and groaning from the strain. He continued to chase Kid Danger around the room, his breathing laboured, unlike Henry's. The boy could do this for hours. After running around so much, Jeff bent over a chair as his gasps for air became very wheezy.

"Are you all right?" Henry asked the criminal. Yeah, he didn't like him, but that didn't mean he wanted Jeff to have an asthma attack. Jeff was too wheezy to respond.

"Hit the table twice if you're all right." The teen instructed him, but when Jeff raised his hand to smack the table, the rickety old thing collapsed under his weight. 

"Okay, was that one or two?" Henry asked, unsure if he was okay. At least it would make taking him to the jailhouse easy...

~Junk-N-Stuff~

"But I'm pretty sure Jeff meant to knock twice," Henry told his friends upstairs in the store. Charlotte was listening intently, but Ray was rather preoccupied with the girl on his knee. His arms were around her waist and his nose was tucked behind her ear. It had been an emotional reunion and they had spent the last half an hour in each other's arms. (y/n) snuggled back into his chest, happy to let his warmth settle in her bones and the scent of his cologne engulf her. God, she'd missed him.

"Anyway, thirty minutes later, he was in jail and the huge tuna fish was back at Sushi Dushi," Henry told his boss, who smiled at the kid proudly, as did (y/n). Sure, there had been some mishaps, but what Ray didn't know wouldn't hurt him. 

"You know, I'm proud of you guys." Ray smiled at his friends, squeezing his arms around his girl's waist, making her blush as his biceps tensed around her. He felt so big behind her and she smiled bashfully at how she felt like he was protecting her.

"Aw, thanks, Ray."

"Thanks, man," Henry and Charlotte returned his smile, delighted that he was proud of them.

"And I'm proud of you too, sweet girl. You really came through for me." Ray praised (y/n), pressing a sweet kiss to her temple, making her face really flush. How was she supposed to stay calm when he said stuff like that to her? The teens smirked at their bosses as the young woman squirmed in Ray's lap, her hips rolling against his.

"I bet those employees at Sushi Dushi were thrilled when you finally let them out of that fridge," Ray told them shakily. He was striving to keep his voice steady as the girl in his lap unknowingly ground her ass into him in wickedly passionate waves.

Henry, Charlotte and (y/n) went quiet at his assumption, realising they had forgotten something really, really important. Those poor Sushi Dushi employees must have been in the refrigerator for hours.

"Yeah, yeah." Henry choked out, his face paling.

"It was a magical moment." Charlotte smiled nervously, hoping Ray wouldn't see her clammy skin.

"We did some good work..." (y/n) stammered apprehensively, not knowing that Ray was praying that she wouldn't notice how her movements were affecting him.

"Well, fantastic work guys," Ray told them, lifting (y/n) off his lap so he could make a quick exit with his growing predicament.

"Now, I'm gonna head down to the Man Cave and install a mirror in my shower!" He smiled at the kids, ignoring (y/n)'s puzzled expression.

"Should I even ask?" She grinned at her best friend's antics, swallowing at the thought of him in the shower, wet, naked, oh, geez.

"Have fun!" Charlotte called after her boss. He dashed to the elevator so he could find sanctity in his room, where he could find relief to the fantasy of a girl with (y/c/h) hair and voluptuous curves.

"I gotta go get those people outta that fridge!" Henry panicked, taking out his gum tube and shoving a gumball in his mouth.

"Bring sushi!" Charlotte told him, as he briskly walked to the door.

"If they're alive!" (y/n) added, hoping the kid wouldn't be greeted with the gruesome sight of chilled corpses.

"Will do!" Henry waved them goodbye and ran off into the night. A hero's work was never done.

[whyareyouhere66]

TV - Mighty Ducks x GN Reader

“Don’t know where you are right now…did you see me on TV?”

“Maybe I, maybe I, maybe I’m the problem…”

-TV, Billie Eillish 2022

Mighty Ducks 3/Adam Banks x GN Reader

Fem or Male, I imagined it as Male but it works either way. Y/n’s sport is not specified either.

Warnings: Angst, jealousy/comparing yourself, implications of depression, might sound a bit dramatic and kinda me projecting just a wee bit , and no real implications of romance.

3-8

The other team was up by 5 points, and the score board only 3 minutes to sounding. I could see people rushing around me, eyes trained on the ball. But I was just too tired to move my legs. 

My mind was swimming, the people sat on the bleachers were screaming into my ear like fuzzy, TV static. But my brain dampened the noise, putting a soggy blanket over my ears. My eyelids were heavy, and the rim of my eyes were feeling warm and heavy like I was gonna cry;  but I wasn’t crying. 

People whiz past me again, and I turn and try pushing myself to follow them. They were getting too close to the goal; I saw them rushing towards it. But for some reason my dampened ears and brain weren’t letting me comprehend what was truly happening, only faintly reminding me that some of the staticky-screams were from my teammates yelling at me. 

The buzzer blares, overlapping with the ‘end of game’ alarm that sounds right after it and I feel my shoulders slump. 

3-9.

Next to me there’s grumbling, a few mutters to “go after it next time” as my teammates go past me. To think I’m the captain, absolute shit. 

Their condescending tones and energy are enough to shove me away, stumbling over my feet as I squeeze my eyes shut. Maybe I was crying, maybe that’s why the ground below me felt so unstable and blurry. 

I walk over the the sidelines with my head hanging low and fists clenched as one thought echoes through me;

I want to go home. 

The air in the locker room was suffocating, coach’s after-game talk doing nothing more than stirring the annoyance everyone felt. His words felt like lukewarm water against my fizzling ears, skin melting away like foam. It felt as if every look, word, glance was pointed towards me, and the ‘C’ on my jacket burning until I felt I needed to cover it; hide it away from them all in shame. 

No one spoke to me when we all poured out into the afternoon’s air, the near-empty parking lot giving plenty of space for me to duck into my car without speaking a word. 

****

“The Eden Hall Warriors, though nicknamed the “Mighty Ducks” are on the ice again as they face their neighboring school, the Brookefield Bears…” 

The TV echoes through the living room, only a portion of the screen visible to my eye as i sink further and further into the cushions of the couch. 

Scraps of food, left on my plate that now sits on the coffee table accompanied by a singular soda can. I wasn’t hungry enough to finish it.

“Player Adam Banks goes for the puck, with years of experience under his belt! Oh and boy is it showing tonight, with a slick pass to Conway…”

The familiar name makes me narrow my eyes at the tv screen, thinking back to that name. 

Adam Banks. 

I knew him, once. Back in elementary school we’d all gather together on the playground to play whatever game was most “popular” at the time. 

It’s a weird feeling, seeing this random boy from years ago suddenly on television. 

He was always talented, passionate. Sometimes I wonder if he’d recognize me, on the slight chance we’d ever see each other again. I mean, it’s not like we were best friends or anything, but when he seems to be on television as often as he is it’s hard not to think back on him. 

My head was still cloudy, from todays events. Seeing the Ducks, how they so easily glide across the ice in such a synchronized manner it really makes me wonder - what the hell have I been doing?

Todays game was not unique, the flaws to our skills showing with ease. 

What was he doing right, that I wasn’t?

I sit up, shakily moving my head away from the scratchy pillows as I analyze the game through the TV. 

It’s always easy to compare yourself to someone. Just a quick thought, able to bring all sorts of insecurities that you hadn’t thought of before. 

I never thought I’d be sitting here, in this dark, depressing living room comparing my skills to Adam Banks of all people. 

Though maybe it wasn’t all about skills. 

Maybe it was the fact that someone my age, from my town, could’ve evolved into this successful athlete in just a few years while I had no choice but to watch. 

Maybe I should be happy for him- he was always nice to me, after all. But then again comparisons are just so much easier for the envious, greedy bystanders like me. 

How does high school hockey even end up on the television? What channel am I on again?

‘-it goes in! Another point for the Ducks-‘

I groan, letting my head fall back and rest on the couch’s back. I crane my neck to look at the ceiling, unmoving fan casting a shadow on the plain white area. The announcer’s voice pricks my ears, as I try blocking him out to think. 

But as hard as I tried, the thoughts had more static to them than the TV itself. And so I tried to stop, but it didn’t go away. 

A mix of comparisons, jealousy, images from sports fails bounce around in my head until they overlapped in the most obnoxious way possible. 

That damn announcer’s voice screamed, echoing in the back of my head like a bad song being repeated over and over. 

“Oh, shut up…” I groan, hitting my hand against the pillow as a wave of exhaustion washes over me.

The thoughts fade in and out, volume turning up and down, up and down, like an echo.

 “Banks steals the puck, bringing it back up towards Brookefield’s goal-!”

God, could this guys voice be any higher in pitch…

“Mendoza follows up, he’s got the puck now!”

“He’s going for it!”

I flinch as the buzzer goes off, echoing through the speakers and wafting through the living room. 

“And there it is, folks! Yet anoth….

I roll over onto my side, loosely hugging myself as my fists unclench and my eyes squeeze shut once more.

I could hear the announcer rambling off into the microphone, people on the bleachers going wild in the background. 

It was so loud.

“Maybe I’m the problem…”

.

I let the remark hang in the room for another moment, all my thoughts suddenly going quiet. It felt like a sort of confirmation, in a way. Something agreeing with me- yes, you are, the problem.

I slowly open my eyes, letting them wander towards the screen. Hockey players in red jersey’s celebrating, skating laps around the rink. Of course. 

I move my gaze back to the scratchy pillows and couch cushions.

Maybe I was just being dramatic. After all, that is what it felt like. Such a small comparison to make, though it felt like hundreds of signs, just pointing at me. 

One final, sour laugh escapes my throat, before disappearing. “‘M definitely the problem…”

[wild-lavender-rose]

Perfect Timing (part 2)

Part 1

Pairing: Hawkeye Pierce x reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: In a world where soulmates have matching tattoos etched on their wrists, Hawkeye is convinced that he won’t live long enough to find anyone with a tattoo similar to his, let alone matching. However, the day you arrive at the MASH 4077, injured and refusing to accept help, Hawkeye is shocked to discover that your tattoos match.

Warnings: Description of injuries, description of shock, blood, war setting, mild language, drinking reference, mild sexual references (just Hawkeye being Hawkeye)

     You sat outside of the operating room for hours, staring into the abyss. The nurses and doctors left you alone. You were vaguely aware of whispers regarding who you were and the events leading up to why you were there. But beyond that, everyone left you alone. Until the surgeries were over. And Hawkeye came to sit beside you. 

     At first he said nothing, elbows resting on his knees as he fiddled with his surgical mask and looked at you. He sat pressed against you, his warmth slowly pulling you out of your shock. 

     When you looked at him he held your gaze, expression seeming to brighten at the victory of gaining your attention. “Buy you a drink?”

     “Only if it’s gin.” You tried your best to smile at him, to pretend that your friend hadn’t just died and that it was totally normal to have a conversation while covered in dried blood. 

     Hawkeye’s eyes sparkled in response, something you hadn’t expected but found yourself clinging to as your thoughts slowly returned to the present. “You’re in luck. I know just the place.” He held out his hand. “Benjamin Pierce. Call me Hawkeye.” 

     You looked down at his outstretched hand. “My hands are dirty.” 

     “So are mine, especially when you add dancing and a candlelit dinner.” Hawkeye smiled as you accepted his hand and shook it. “Nice to meet you.” 

     “Nice to meet you too.” Your smile became more genuine. “I’m sorry about-”

     “Don’t worry about it. I understand.” 

     “Thank you.” 

     “Any time. Always.” Hawkeye nodded towards the door. “Shall we?” 

     You nodded and released his hand. However, the moment you stood a sharp, terrible pain ripped through your side. You gasped and grabbed your side, squeezing your eyes shut as you sank back onto the bench. “So you know how I said the blood was all John’s?” Tears stung your insides as you shook your head. “I lied.” 

     “Brilliant performance. If I wasn’t too busy playing doctor I’d give you a standing ovation.” Hawkeye’s hand slipped through your hair and cradled the back of your head. “Lie down.” 

     You were too weak to resist, allowing him to lay you down on the bench. You bit your lip against a whimper of pain as he began unbuttoning your jacket, pressing your hand tighter to your side. “Landed on it when they attacked. Think it’s just-” you hissed as he began to pry your fingers away from the wound. “God, don’t touch it.” 

     “Easy, I just need to have a quick look.” Hawkeye looked from you to your side, expression softening at the pain in your eyes. “It’s going to be okay. Promise I’ll be gentle.” 

     “Probably just, just broken. Just get some x rays done and I’ll be fine.” 

     “Excellent suggestion, doctor.” Hawkeye smirked when you managed to roll your eyes. “Just breathe and let me take care of you, all right? I’ve seen enough pain and death today. I don’t want to see anymore.” 

     You breathed as deeply as you could manage and nodded slightly, turning your head away as Hawkeye began to ease your bloodied shirt up to assess your wound. 

     His touch was gentle, practiced. But it still hurt. 

     “Shit, shit, shit,” you grit your teeth as he felt along your ribs. 

     “They’re broken.” 

     “Told you.” 

     “I can feel your heart racing.” Hawkeye pulled your shirt down and put a hand to your arm. “Hey, look at me.” 

     You did as he asked, biting your lip hard as his blue eyes looked into your soul like he had before when you first met. 

     “There you go, beautiful.” His calm, patient smile was better than a hundred jars of gin. “You’re okay. We’re gonna get you stitched up and then we’ll take x rays. You’ll get to meet my dumb roommate B.J.. He’s the worst, absolutely zero bedside manner.” 

     “Learned it all from him, huh?” You managed a smile for him, the pain lessening as your breathing slowed. 

     “You think you’re cute, don’t you?” Hawkeye smiled back, hand sliding up to cradle your jaw as another wave of pain hit and you tried to look away. “Easy, look at me. That’s it. Look at me.” 

     “I’m fine.” You lied, reaching up and tugging at his hand even though you wanted nothing more for his touch to keep grounding you forever. 

     As you pulled Hawkeye’s hand away your eyes landed on the inside of his wrist and the soulmate tattoo etched there. You froze. 

     “Holy...Holy shit.” 

     “What?” 

     “You...You’re,” you look from him to the tattoo and back. “The hell are you doing here?” 

     “You’re going into shock.” Hawkeye took hold of your dark, bloodied hand and pressed his thumb over your pulse. 

     “No,” you twisted your wrist around and held it up to him. “I’m yours.” 

     Hawkeye’s brow furrowed for a moment. And then he saw it. There, under layers of blood and filth, was your soulmate tattoo. The symbol, a series of crosses and lines, perfectly matched his. 

     Hawkeye dropped your wrist as if he’d been burned. “Holy shit.” 

     “What are you doing here?!” You asked again, a hand to your side as you struggled to sit up. “I gave up on you, thought you’d never show up,” 

     “What, you think I planned this?” Hawkeye’s hands were on you, the duties of a doctor seeming to override his shock. “You need to stay down, this is no excuse for you to stop being wounded and in pain.” 

     “Hawk, please,” you gripped his arm and pretended that the pain in your side was not eating you from the inside out. “Don’t go. You cannot go.” 

     “I’m here, baby, I’m here.” His fingers carded through your hair, blue eyes glassy as he looked at you with such worry and concern and care that your heart stuttered with emotions far from pain. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” 

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—-HOBIE’S CANON EVENT (headcanon)—-

Warnings: violent death, daddy issues, mentions of police brutality and underaged drinking, mentions of police corruption

A/n: I’m pulling this straight out of my ass cheeks so do with that what you will. And also I know London banned guns but I’m the writer so I can do anything

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.hobie never likes to talk about his canon event, only Miguel and Gwen know about it, and he will literally kill anyone who tries to bring it up.

•••

Lieutenant James Campbell was the worst cop on the London police force.

He was mean, cruel and nasty.

So many innocent people went to jail for a long time because of him and so many abusers and Murderers got out because their lawyers paid him.

He didn’t care for any of the citizens, he was so bad that it was the start of hobie’s long term hatred for cops

But some how, someway. His father- Officer Daniel brown was friends with him.

“I’ve known him since kindergarten, he's not be that bad”

His father used to say whenever hobie tried to bring his cruelty up or make side eye him when he was around.

Hobie never understood it. “How could you let that pig around here!?” “Not even turn ‘em in?!” He thought to himself.

One day, a couple of months after he got bit, he got into an argument which he started after he cussed James out which made him storm off.

“I can believe you defend that fucking clown!!” He yelled. “Clam down“ his father softly but sternly replied with. “I’m not gonna calm down! You willingly jerk those guys off like they’re gonna see you any differently!’’

“I don’t know those people that you hang out with, but I can see the number they did on you” Daniel says, fixing his tie at the kitchen counter and putting his police hat on.

“Don’t bring them into this!’’ He said being even more enraged at the fact that he was basically being ignored.

His father stepped away from the counter and went toward the door of the apartment, but hobie still wasn’t gonna let it go.

“No wonder mom left you, I wouldn’t wanna be with such a cunt either.”

He stopped in his tracks.

“….what did you say?” Daniel said without moving a muscle.

And before hobie could repeat it again his father jumped at him from across the room, forcing him against the wall by his shirt.

“Speak on her again in that way! Speak!!!” He yelled right in his face, spit getting all over.

And for the first time, he didn’t comply.

He would never admit it, but that was the first time, in years, that he felt like he pushed-too far.

His father dropped him and walked away from him, sucking his anger back into him and straightening himself up.

The sheer fear, that hobie felt a few moments ago is a feeling that he would never feel again in his lifetime.

He dad takes a deep breath. “I never wanted to be a cop.” Hobie looks up, confused as to what his father was saying.

“When I was younger me and my mates used to get into a lot of trouble with them,” he says. "but as I grew up, I realized that making a difference isn't just running around, high and confused, it’s about working inside the system. It might not look like it but I have to be very, careful with the power I have now."

He gets his jacket. "One less racist cop at a time." he stops again. "I'm not mad at you, Hobart. You're a young black trying to figure it all out," "but there's just some ways you go about it."

He opens the door and looks back one final time.

"I love you."

Hobie doesn't say anything.

He tries to wait for a couple of seconds, hobie usually breaks the silence with a response but this time he doesn't.

".....I just hope you know that."

He leaves.

And hobie is left there, silent.

•••

Later that night, he got shit-faced with his mates Pic and Scabs at this random punk bar they found. The screeching sound of guitars and the audience screaming was so loud that you could barely hear yourself think.

The smell was awful too but you got used to it after a while.

He stumbled out of the place after a couple of hours and puked into the nearest trash can he could find. Everything was so fuzzy, the longest he could go walking in a straight line was a few seconds at most.

But then, while he was trying to find some essence of soberness, blinking red and blue emergency trucks dart passed him on the street- police cars follow.

He usually wouldn't care about things like that but something in his mind was telling him.

"Follow''

So he did.

Part of him still wishes he never listened.

He didn’t really need to run that far since the scene was happening a couple feet away from him. When he got there it was so many people in front of him but it didn’t bother him that much since he was tall as hell.

The body was already covered so he only saw the blood continuing to leak out of it but it was already enough to make his stomach drop.

Something about it was -off- to him, so he pushed through the crowd, and lifted the cover.

And there it was.

His dad laying face first on the ground, multiple stab wounds to his head, brain matter splattered. Hobie was frozen, his face was like stone, he tried to hold back his tears but before he knew it they were filling his eyes and rolling down his cheeks, making his vision blurry even more-so.

“Sir.” A random policeman says, he doesn’t hear. “Sir,” he snaps his fingers in hobie’s face, this time the punk notices him but he just doesn’t care.

“Sir I’m gonna have to ask you to leav-“ the officer says and starts to put his hand on hobie’s shoulder but he instinctively pushes him away. Sooner or later more cops circle around him as he refuses to move away from the body. But before a fight could break out, voice comes out from behind them.

“He’s with me.” The officers stop and stand up straight to hobie’s confusion. He turned around to see the devil himself- lieutenant James, in all his prick-ish glory.

“I think you all should leave.” He says, forcing the officers to leave you alone, still side eyeing the punk while walking away.

For a short while there was silence, just a moment of taking in what was now reality, then James decided to break the ice. “..Sorry..son” he puts his hand on his back which makes both of them cringe to the heaviest degree.

They watch the paramedics put his body on a stretcher and lift him up onto the back of the ambulance but even that wasn’t an emotional moment due to thick air of tension created.

He runs off to get inside the vehicle before they close the door, escaping the awkwardness and into an equally dreadful but weirdly calming environment.

The ride to the hospital felt like an eternity, all he could do was hold his dad’s hand, watching the paramedics trying to save a lost cause.

They got to the Emergency room and rolled the officer away, leaving hobie there, alone, with only himself to comfort.

Later, while hobie was sitting in a waiting chair, trying to distract himself with whatever crappy American sitcom they aired on late night television, a doctor in a long white coat and round glasses approached him.

“You must be Officer Brown’s son.” The doctor says “what of it?” Hobie tries to say in his usual dismissive tone but this time, he can’t bring himself to commit fully.

“…..he was too far gone.” Hobie closes his eyes and sighs, he thought he mentally prepared for it but hearing someone say it was like it cemented itself into reality.

“If you would like,” the doctor said with pity in their voice. “You could come to the room to have one last moment with him.” He hesitated at first but then picked himself up walked to the room with the doctor.

When he entered the room it was a cold and sterile atmosphere, felt like one of those liminal spaces. The colors of the room were almost sickly, everything about it wasn’t right, the only thing that grounded it in reality was the body laying flat in the middle of the room.

The doctor quietly excused themself out of the room and shut the door. Hobie walked to the side of the body and practically just dropped on his father- and cried.

Cried hard. It almost felt like he was a 5 year old again, sitting on his dad’s lap wailing because he broke his arm, but this time he doesn’t feel a warm embrace, the reassurance and comfort of a parental figure.

All he feels is just a cold hand. Lifelessness.

No one to tell him it was gonna be all okay.

Nothing was there anymore.

He barley even remembers the funeral, all he can recount is James, his supposed “best friend” looking bored and laughing up a storm with people.

The case for his dad closed after about 3 months no matter how hard Hobie fought for it to say open.

He couldn’t keep up with rent so he got evicted.

The only option was to stay with his absent mom or James, and no way in hell was that happening.

He found an abandoned warehouse and decorated it to his liking. It’s not like he was depressed or anything but everything just went- numb for a little while.

On rare occasions he felt emotion, but it went away after a few seconds.

Life felt more like a really bad fever dream now.

If you could even call it a dream.

•••

Months after that, he was sleeping on a friend’s couch when the friend, Rob frantically woke him.

“Wake the fuck up Hobbs!!” Rob quietly yells in a panic. “What?!” He says, sitting up dazed. Rob paces back and forth.

"Scabs got merked!!" hobie's mind didn't register it at first. “…huh?" “Scab’s is dead mate!” It still doesn’t compute. “….what?” He says in an uncharacteristically dumbfounded tone. “Do I have to spell it out for you dumbass he is not with us anymore!!”

Then when it finally clicks, the only words he can muster out is

“....who killed him?" he asks but Rob didn't hear it, still pacing and talking to himself. It took hobie to get up and grab Rob by his jacket for him to finally get a straight answer."

"Who. Killed. Him?" He says slowly. "That cunt lieutenant said he had drugs on him when he doesn't even drink. One thing lead to another and he got shot."

His face drops.

At first, he was even more lost, and confused. He sat back down and put his hand into his palms. Then, it was like someone poured boiling water one him to wake up.

For the first time, in a long time, an emotion finally stuck with him.

Rage.

Blind. Rage.

He quickly went to get his guitar and his suit and quickly went toward the door. “Where yo-” hobie had already shut the door before his friend could finish the question.

He changed on the rooftop of the building and swung into the night.

He didn’t even know where that cunt was, all he knew was that he had to do something. Something that would make him feel the pain and numbness that he felt.

And the only way he knew how to do that was by Revenge.

He finally got to the lieutenant’s house- a modest, 2-bedroom house. He didn't have any children, he got divorced rather quickly before he could.

He got in through the window. It was pitch black and he couldn't feel anyone in the house so he walked up to the front door and waited.

He saw certificates and police gear all over the wall along with pictures of him on duty and all he could feel was disgust.

He could feel the sweat dripping down his face in his mask, palms sore from holding the guitar. His suit only made him feel claustrophobic but he didn’t care.

He heard a car pull up. His eyes immediately shot to the window, seeing a black Volkswagen Beetle parked in the driveway. He looks straight at the door, feeling him get out of the car and inch closer and closer to the door.

His heart was beating through his chest and was mentally psyching himself up. The sound of keys jingling just outside the door made him close his eyes.

“Once I deal with him,” he thought. “It will be all over with.”

The doorknob turned and he saw him. From that point on, It was like an out-of-body experience. He didn’t feel like himself- Something came over him.

Maybe it was a greater force than himself, maybe it was all the grief he somehow suppressed it was a mystery.

He doesn’t remember much of the fight, only the fact that James had a broken nose and was losing severely. But when he “got back” to his body, the scene was a horror show.

Blood was all over him, his guitar was broken and James' head looked like it had been split in two. It didn’t take him long to put two and two together.

It was so bad that two teeth were stuck in the bottom of his guitar. He quickly left the scene after he heard a car coming. He got on the roof of Rob’s flat and hid his blood soaked suit and guitar.

He knew he couldn’t leave it there for long or else it would stain. He opened the door to the apartment and immediately went to take a shower, and to be honest, he felt immensely better.

He was mostly glad that nobody would be bothered by him anymore, that there was one less burden on earth, but he couldn’t brush off the fact that something was watching him- Something familiar.

It was the most publicized murder case in the city. The brutality of it all intrigued people the most. “What could have the heroic police officer James Campbell, done to have deserved this fate?”

It made him sick, the blatant rewriting of history. Especially the fact that the authority force had so much more emotion for him than his dad.

That’s when he got his blue latter laces. His friends and the rest of the scene noticed but didn’t say anything nor cared. He got investigated for a bit but due to lack of evidence he was let go.

He took a break from being spider-man for a while, opting to spend time with his friends and to sort of heal. He cleaned his suit and fixed his guitar, trying to live a normal life after what he did.

He still gets night terrors once in a while, it gets mixed in with dreams of his dad. He makes jokes about his laces, smiling at Miles’s dad when he catches him staring at his shoes.

Definitely doesn't feel bad about that son of a bitches death, doesn't have a reason to care anyway. But there's still a pinch of- guilt in the back of his mind.

Festering. If he didn't say what he said, if he just caved in and told him that he loved him. Then he would still be alive.

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Season 2, episode 2: The Heist

A/N: I, of course, do not own anything from or related to Outer Banks. Scenes, events, and dialogue are taken from the show; I am not trying to take credit for the work that the writers for this show did. Some scenes may be left out if I cannot find a way to work the reader in as a character.

Warnings (for the whole series): violence (as it is in the show), swearing, mentions of abuse, underage drinking and smoking, drug use

Gavin, meet me now at the construction site near that surf shop. You understand? You bring the gun, I will bring you your money. And then we’re done. Are we good?

Yes, okay. All right, I’ll, um… I’ll see you there.

“What? What does that face mean?” I ask, looking at Pope as he turns to face us.

“Did you hear something?” JJ pants.

“He… he’s meeting Ward right now.” Pope pants. “We gotta go.”

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“Nice camera.” JJ scoffs, peeking over the fence with Pope. “Where’d you dig up that relic? Why don’t you just use your phone?”

“Well, first of all, I like my antique electronics.” Pope shrugs, pulling his hood up to shield his eyes from the rain. “Second of all, this is a telephoto. It allows me to get a close image from far away.”

“Lord of the dorks.” Kie shakes her head, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t forget; you slept with him.” I whisper, squinting into the rain. “Can it even get a clear picture through all this rain?”

“Should be able to.” Pope looks through the eyepiece. “For definitive proof of witness payoff, we’re gonna need quality glass. There he is.”

“Get down.” JJ tugs on the back of Pope’s jacket, watching Ward climb out of his car and run though the rain.

Kie grabs onto my shirt, pulling me down into a squatting position, peeking through the gaps in the fence.

“And there’s Gavin.” Pope points out, watching the other figure follow Ward into the construction site. “Where are you going, you son of a bitch? No, no, no, no. I’m losing him.” He starts to panic as the two men travel further into the building.

“Shit. Where’s he going?” JJ looks around, squinting in the rain. “Hold on.” He jogs off, looking around. “Yo!” He whistles, gaining our attention after a few moments. “Hey. I found something. Come here.”

Pope and I scramble after him, slipping in the mud as we pull Kie along with us.

“Gotta go up top.” JJ pants, rushing up the structure.

“That’ll work.” Pope shrugs, climbing up the ladder after JJ.

“Hurry. Don’t wanna miss anything.” Kie follows soon after, leaving me to bring up the rear.

I hurry up the ladder, grabbing onto JJ’s hand once I reach the top, letting him pull me the rest of the way up. I follow him and the others to the edge, crouching down as we search for Ward and Gavin.

“You rolling, Pope?” JJ asks once we find them, watching Pope lift the camera to his eye again.

“Are you getting it?” I ask.

“Yeah.” Pope nods. “Yeah, I see them. Ward just handed Gavin something. I think it's a duffel bag.”

“Guys, I think this is a payoff.” JJ glances at Pope.

“Gavin doesn’t look happy about something. It looks like he’s yelling at Ward.” Pope narrates.

“Why?” I frown.

“I don’t know, but he sure looks mad.” Pope says. “Shit!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I frown, squinting into the rain. “Are they fighting?”

“Looks like it.” Pope nods. “Something’s going down.”

“They’re really going at it.” JJ murmurs.

“Ward’s kicking the shit out of Gavin.” Pope gasps.

“Why are they fighting?” JJ frowns.

“I don’t know!” Pope panics. “I’m trying to see. Holy shit. Ward’s got a gun.”

“I bet that’s the murder weapon.” I whisper.

Bang! Bang!

The two gunshot pierce through the rain, echoing around the site. Kie and I gasp, ducking behind the wall to hide.

“Oh my god.” Pope pants. “Oh my god.”

“What the hell?” JJ drops down next to us, pressing his back against the wall.

“No, no, no, no. That did not just happen.” I whisper, covering my mouth in shock. “What is going on?” I cry.

“Tell me you just got that.” JJ pants, pulling me close.

“Enough to put this asshole away for life.” Pope nods. “This is freaking crazy. Oh no. Get down. Get down!” Pope drops back down, holding his camera close.

“Holy shit.” Kie whispers.

“I think we should go right now.” JJ looks at Pope. “Pope, you have enough, right?”

“Yeah.” Pope nods, putting away the camera. “Hold on. He’s coming out. There he goes. I think he’s looking for the gun. I think the gun just went down the drain. He’s looking for it.”

“Hold this.” Kie passes her bag to me.

“What are you doing, Kie?” I frown. “Kie-“

“What is wrong with you?” Kie stands up, shouting at Ward. “Murderer!”

“Get down!” I panic, pulling her down. “Kiara, are you crazy?” I hold her close, covering her mouth with my hand.

“What are you doing?” JJ frowns at her.

“I don’t care if he hears me. He’s a murderer.” Kie pants, pulling my hand away from her mouth.

“Yeah. And he’s gonna murder us, Kie.” I whisper.

“Guys, he sees us.” Pope panics.

“Are you serious?” JJ groans.

“Come on. We gotta go. He’s coming.” Pope grabs Kie’s arm, pulling her along.

“We need to get the hell out of here.” JJ grabs my hand, running with me. “Come on. Go! Pope, hurry!” He shouts as Pope starts down the ladder.

“I’m going! I’m going!” Pope shouts.

JJ starts to hurry down after him, muttering to himself. Kie starts down the ladder next, bringing her foot down directly onto JJ’s hand. “Ah! My hand!” He yanks his hand out from under her foot, falling on top of Pope as they fall to the ground.

Kie slips on the ladder, grabbing onto my leg as we make the same tumble as Pope and JJ. “Sorry.” Kie groans. “So sorry.”

“No, no, no, no, no.” Pope panics, hurrying over to his camera.

“You’re kidding me.” JJ frowns. “You fumbled it?”

“You kicked me in the face!” Pope huffs.

“She stepped on my hand!” JJ points at Kie.

“I was trying to hurry!” Kie defends.

“Hey!” I frown. “Do you guys want to keep fighting and get murdered by Ward or do you wanna get out of here and regroup? Let’s get going.”

I grab JJ’s hand in my right hand and Kie’s in my left, pulling them along as Kie grabs onto Pope. Pope quickly helps Kie over the fence, hopping over before both of them rush to the car. JJ hops up onto the fence, pulling me up and over.

JJ wrenches open the car door, throwing himself inside. I do the same, slamming the door shut behind me.

“Could someone fill me in on what the fuck just happened?” JJ pants.

Pope groans angrily, slamming his hands into the dashboard.

“Holy crap. I can’t believe it.” JJ shakes his head, causing rainwater to go flying. “Wait, wait. What were they fighting over?”

“Uh… it was… it was a gun.” Pope closes his eyes, trying to remember. “The one Rafe used. He must have kept it.”

“Of course! Of course!” JJ leans forward. “The murder weapon!”

“Pick up, pick up, pick up.” Kie mutters, holding her phone in her lap.

“Who are you calling?” I frown.

“Who do you think I’m calling?” Kie snaps back.

“The cops?” JJ shakes his head.

“Who else am I supposed to call?” Kie frowns.

“Why would you call the police?” JJ shouts.

Sheriff’s office.

“Shut up!” Kie shouts at JJ, turning her attention back to the phone. “Hello? Hi, somebody’s been shot at the.. at the Grand Street construction site! You guys need to hurry because he’s dying. I don’t know if he’s already dead or not!”

“We gotta go.” JJ panics. “We’re sitting ducks.”

“We can’t stay here.” I nod.

“What do you want me to do?” Kie sobs.

“Just drive!” Pope, JJ, and I shout in unison.

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“Look, it was right here, and this is where that maniac claimed his next victim.” Kie points around, talking to Shoupe.

“Uh-huh. His next victim?” Shoupe looks at her as she nods. “Right. How long ago did you say it happened?”

“Forty-five minutes ago, Shoupe.” I huff, standing with Kie.

“Okay.” Shoupe writes something down on his notepad. “And so, Ward Cameron just popped one off and shot him.”

“Yes.” Kie nods.

“Execution style?” Shoupe frowns. “And then cleaned it all up in 45 minutes?”

“Yeah.” I sigh.

“Obviously.” Pope huffs. “We filmed the whole thing.”

“You filmed it?” Shoupe pauses.

“Yes, but we can’t show it to you because I stepped on JJ’s hand, and then he kicked Pope and then Pope dropped the camera and it broke.” Kie rushes the words out.

“This is a telephoto, and we needed to get a long-distance image, and… and… and I fell, and it broke, so the video is basically unusable.” Pope sighs.

“And where were you in all this?” Shoupe points his pen at me.

“Kie pulled me down and I’m pretty sure I fell on the camera.” I huff. “Look, Shoupe. Just because you think my brother killed Peterkin, doesn’t mean you can put me and my friends on trial like this. But we were there! We saw it happen!”

“So the dog ate your homework, huh?” Shoupe raises an eyebrow.

“We know how it sounds, Shoupe. But…” I start.

“Look, I don’t know what you kids expect me to do with this.” Shoupe shrugs. “You drag me out here in the middle of the night for a whole lot of nothing.”

“No, it's not nothing.” I frown.

“Except for some crazy stories about how Ward Cameron’s out on a random killing spree.” Shoupe looks at us.

“We’re not making this up!” JJ frowns.

“It’s not a random killing spree!” I huff. “Gavin was his pilot! Okay, he was paying him hush money because he was on the tarmac that day. Gavin was blackmailing Ward because he had the gun that Rafe used to kill Peterkin. He called him here and tried to pay him off. But it wasn’t enough, and then he shot him. With the murder weapon.”

“How do you know that?” Shoupe frowns.

“Pope did this thing with his phone. He, like, put it in is car and—“ Kie sniffles.

“I heard their whole conversation!” Pope nods.

“You wiretapped him?” Shoupe raises his eyebrows.

“Is that bad?” Kie frowns.

“Stop. Just stop.” Shoupe sighs, setting his hands on his hips. “I’ve had enough.”

“What are you talking about?” I frown, rushing after him as he walks away. “You know what, Shoupe? I’ve had enough too! I’ve had enough of everyone listening to the bullshit the Camerons are spewing about my brother killing a cop! I’ve had enough of those assholes taking my family from me! I’ve had enough, Shoupe!”

“Big John was nothing but a con man and a liar… John B turned out just like him, to no one’s shock.” Shoupe walks back to the street, waving for everyone to go home. “You’d be better off forgetting about them and removing yourself from the Routledge name.”

“You’re lying!” I scream, tears running down my cheeks. “I’ll bet the Camerons are paying you off, right? How many of Rafe’s crimes has the sheriff’s office forgiven over the years? My brother would never have killed Peterkin!”

JJ gently pulls me close, wiping my tears and shushing me. “We’ll find another way, baby. It isn’t over yet.”

“They’ve taken everything from me!” I sob into his jacket, clinging to him. “Aren’t you sick and tired of them always getting what they want and us getting nothing?”

“Of course I’m sick and tired of it.” JJ sighs, gently rocking me from side to side. “But we’ll be no good at clearing John B’s name if we’re locked up in jail.”

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“This is the north drain.” JJ points. “It should’ve gotten washed into the gully. So if it got flushed form this drain, it would’ve been pushed out to, like —“

“Somewhere in this trash.” Pope looks down at the water.

“Correct.” JJ nods.

“Oh my god. People who use plastic should be shot.” Kie sighs.

“Okay, personally, I love plastic. Use it every day. Love the stuff.” JJ hums.

“Hopefully, you recycle it and don’t let it flush into the ocean.” Kie huffs.

“Of course.” JJ grins, looking at me and Kie. “Got my baby making sure I recycle and compost and shit.”

Kie shakes her head, laughing a little as she high fives me.

“I thought you’d say something like that, so… trash bags.” Pope takes them out of his pocket, holding them up.

“Did you just proactively protect the environment?” Kie smiles.

“Maybe.” Pope hums.

“You want J and I to leave you two alone?” I smirk.

“Just pick up the trash.” Pope tosses the trash bags at JJ.

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“Well, that was fun.” JJ sighs, looking at Pope.

“If it's not in the trash, then it's gotta be in the storm drain.” Pope suggests.

“It’s in… it's in the drain.” JJ sighs.

“Damn it.” Pope sighs.

“Of course it is.” I huff.

“Good thing I brought the crow.” JJ hums.

“So, are we gonna do, like, rock, paper, scissors?” I ask. “Or alphabetically?”

“Nah.” JJ bends down with the crow bar. “On three, Pope. One, two, three.” They both grunt, pulling the drain cover off.

“Or, like, the oldest goes?” I continue.

“In the sewer, there’s this worm that you get when you’re down there.” JJ hums. “It gets into your blood, and then it has to come out your pecker. So, uh… that would be a hard pass for me.”

“Wow, J.” I sigh, rolling my eyes. “You’re so brave.”

“That’s gonna be a no for me.” Pope nods.

“Great. So it's between you and me-“ I turn to Kie, sighing when I see her shake her head. “Awesome. I get it. You guys are scared. It’s kinda cute.”

“I’m not scared.” JJ frowns. “It’s the pecker thing.”

“You should’ve just led with that. You don’t have to be scared. I’ll do it.” I look at him.

“Okay, just, you know, be careful.” JJ murmurs.

“I’ll be so careful.” I look at him, sighing. “If I die down there, I’m gonna haunt you.”

“I’d expect nothing less, baby.” JJ kisses my cheek.

I sigh, getting on my hands and knees, starting to crawl into the drain.

“Just, uh, holler if you need anything, okay?” JJ calls into the drain. “We’ll, uh…. We’ll holler back.”

“Very helpful.” I call. “Thank you.” I huff, crawling further into the drain. “Shit.”

“Y/N, you find anything yet?” Pope calls, his voice echoing around me.

“Yeah, babe, do you see the gun?” JJ asks.

“Nothing.” I sigh.

“It's probably at the bottom of the catch basin.” Pope offers.

I crawl further, stepping into the waist deep water when I reach the catch basin. “This is just… this is awesome.” I sigh, searching for the gun. “Exactly how I wanted to be spending my time today.” I shake my head, searching around. “Guys, I think I found something!”

“Wait, you got it?” JJ calls into the drain.

“Is is the gun?” Pope asks.

“Oh… oh my god!” I scream. “Oh my god! You guys, there's something dead in here!”

“Like a person!” Pope asks.

I scream, moving up against the wall. “Oh my god! There’s something dead. I repeat…”

“Like a person?” Pope asks again.

“…there's something dead in here!” I shriek.

“Babe, don’t touch it!” JJ calls. “That’s how you get worms.”

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“You guys owe me for life!” I shout. “Oh, shit! Guys? Guys, the water!”

“Y/N, get out of there now!” Pope shouts.

“I don’t have time!” I panic. “Guys! Shit! Oh no!” I splutter, clinging to the wall as the water rushes through. I start to climb the ladder. “Please! JJ! Guys! Help! I’m over here!”

“Y/N!” JJ shouts, rushing to the manhole cover. “Babe, we're coming!”

“Hey, guys!” I scream. “I’m over here! The waters coming up!”

“Pull! Pull it!” Kie shouts at the boys, grabbing the cover.

“Getting close! Pull! Pull!” JJ shouts.

I push against the cover, grunting with effort. “Hurry! Hurry! JJ. JJ! Please! Please!” I panic.

“We’ll get you out of there. I promise.” JJ pants.

I grab onto the cover, taking a deep breath before the water submerges me.

“Come on!” JJ screams. “Get her out now!” He grunts, tugging the cover off and tossing it to the side.

I pull myself up over the side, coughing up water.

“Are you okay?” JJ pants.

I gag, getting on my hands and knees as I spit up water.

“I thought we lost you.” Kie whispers.

“Babe, you good?” JJ asks, an emotional edge to his voice.

“Never better.” I pant, coughing. I sit up on my knees, exhaling deeply. “This wasn’t what we were looking for, right?” I smirk, pulling the gun out of the back of my shorts.

“Holy shit.” JJ laughs.

“Oh my god.” Pope grins, taking the gun from me.

“That’s my girl!” JJ cheers. “We’re gonna get this son of a bitch!”

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“So y’all are telling me this is the firearm Rafe Cameron killed Peterkin with?” Shoupe looks at the gun.

“That’s exactly what we’re telling you.” JJ grins.

“And the exact same firearm that Ward just used to kill Gavin.” Pope nods.

“And where’s that corpse again?” Shoupe asks.

“Didn’t you look?” I frown.

“I checked the hospital. I went by his house. He was out.” Shoupe shrugs.

“He was out?” I huff. “No shit! Cause he’s dead!”

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I sigh, turning off the shower. “That was disgusting.” I reach my hand out through the curtain.

“Here.” JJ passes a towel into my hand from his seat on the counter.

“Thanks.” I wrap the towel around myself, carefully opening the curtain. “I feel like an actual human being again.”

JJ looks at me, holding a stack of clean clothes in his lap. “We really thought we almost lost you today.”

“I knew you’d get me out.” I whisper, taking the clothes from him.

“But what if we didn’t?” He whispers. “Then that would’ve been my best friend and my-“

“But you did.” I set the clothes on the counter, leaning against his legs. “You guys got me out and I’m here in one piece.”

“Thank god for that.” JJ hums, kissing the top of my head.

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