#like oh such and such has asthma but is still able to do this so if you just put in the effort you will to

[mossyinkynebulous]

So like, this has been in my head the past few days and it's something that happened years ago, but like who the fuck has the audacity to tell an asthmatic person that they should just be better. I'm gonna leave stuff out bc it's bullshit but I really don't understand people that are like there's people with asthma in the military therefore you have the potential to do the same things they do. I tried explaining that, sure, there are elements that I can work to improve it, but there's certain things that my asthma literally won't adapt to.

Love y'all. Remember to drink water, eat, and take care of yourself. Including sleep. (I say as I have to get up in 3 hours)

[classypauli]

𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹’𝑺 𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x fem!Reader

Summary: Tara´s asthma attack requires doctor´s treatment and having a hot doctor taking care of her is just a bonus, safe to say she likes the bonus better.

Word count: 2.5k

Tara was in her room, scrolling down on her phone having nothing to do. Her sister was somewhere in the house, getting ready to go out with her boyfriend. Tara sighed, she wasn´t jealous of her sister, she was glad Sam had someone to be by her side other than her. But in times like this Tara felt lonely. Chad was now on his practice and Mindy was having a date. So she was alone, lying in her dark room with the only noise of cars driving behind her closed window.

She stood up and went to the kitchen to grab some water. She needed to find some distraction, this wasn´t good for her mental health, rotting in the bed all day. Besides school, Sam and her friends she has nothing to do or talk to.

And she tried, she used to watch a lot of movies, especially the scary ones, and talk about them, analyze their plots and characters, acting, and cinematography. It was her element. But now it´s different, it brings her feeling and memories that aren´t right. Tara loved having nights out and watching horrors while eating popcorn sitting in her living room. But those thoughts only brought her to one of her ex-friends who betrayed her.

Tara´s chest started to rise and her throat became narrow as her breathing got only worse, she grabbed the bottle of water with shaking hands and started to drink it. This wasn´t her first time having asthma, she had it lots of times, Tara was familiar with it, but still, she couldn´t control it and it was scary.

„Hey I´m heading out-“ Sam came to the kitchen finding her sister leaning against the counter, eyes closed and her hands gripping onto the table. Her knuckles were white from how hard she was holding herself from falling.

„Tara“ she immediately came by her side, eyes wide, holding her sister so she wouldn´t fall, leading her into one of the chairs to sit her down. „It´s gonna be okay, don´t worry...“ she helped her sit and rushed out to her sister´s room for an inhaler.

Sam cursed under her breath, she looked everywhere for it but couldn´t find anything. Finally one was lying in her drawer, she picked it up and ran to the kitchen. Tara´s face was now white, her sternum was rising up and down in a fast way, tears running down her cheeks as her hand was holding onto her shirt.

„Shhh here, take it“ Tara grabs the inhaler with shaking hands almost not able to hold it. After the inhale Sam was expecting her sister to get better, to finally get some oxygen to her lungs. But nothing, Tara tried it again but with no change.

„Fuck“ Sam grabbed her phone from the pocket of her jeans and dialed Danny´s number.

„Hey you ready to go-?“

„Danny! I need your help!“ Sam shouted into her phone as she still was trying to calm down her sister. „Tara´s having an asthma attack!“ Her voice was breaking as she was getting more worried by each second. „Oh God okay okay! I-I´m going to be there in second!“

„Please hurry!“ Sam cancelled the phone call and her hands found their way to her sister´s cheeks. „Just breathe, you know how we do it every time.“ The older sister started to breathe with her, taking big inhales with her nose and exhaling with her mouth. Tara was repeating her sister´s action, looking into her scarred wide eyes.

Danny soon came and helped Sam with Tara into his car. Whole car ride, her breaths were the only thing Tara could hear, her head was spinning and her hands were gripping everything that was near. She was trembling and sniffing the whole ride. Thankfully the hospital wasn´t far and the traffic wasn´t as bad.

„Please! My sister has an asthma!“ Sam yelled as soon as they made their way into the building. Behind the reception table was a woman, she was sitting in her seat, phone in her ear having a conversation with someone. She only looked at them with no interest.

„Ma´am you need to wait-“ Sam cut her off before she could even finish her sentence.

„Are you kidding?! She´s having an asthma attack and you are telling us to wait?!“ a couple of nurses heard her yell and went to help.

„You must calm do-“ the woman tried again, Sam was so angry at the moment that if she wasn´t holding her sister she would jump across the table and beat her up. „I won´t calm down!“

One of the nurses immediately went to find a doctor and the other came by their side and helped them to go down the hallway of the hospital. Tara was now barely walking she was so tired from breathing and her head was spinning.

„Bring her here!“ Sam heard one of the doctors and was so happy that at least someone tried to help, she was so scared. „Okay let's put her here.“ The doctor was pointing at the bed and carefully was holding Tara´s body so she wouldn´t fall.

The nurse came to Sam´s side and started to gently pull her out of the room. „Ma´am please.“ She wanted to be by her sister´s side, she didn´t want to leave her here alone. Sam was afraid something would happen to her, she would never forgive herself. „She will be okay, I promise... There´s no need to worry, we just need you to wait outside.“ Sam nodded, if it meant that Tara would be okay then she would make this sacrifice.

In the room Tara was lying with her knees up leaning her back into the bed, her brain was barely processing what was happening. She just knew that Sam or Danny were no longer with her, which only created more anxiety. Someone was kneeling in front of her.

„Hi... I know how you feel right now and it can look absolutely scary but you won´t die don´t worry.“ The person was giving her some pills „I need you to take this... It will help. I promise.“ Tara took them and was now leaning again trying to calm down. Your voice was calming down her nerves, it was smooth she wanted to hear it again. As she looked up at the person, her heart almost stopped.

You were one of the hottest doctors she has ever seen in her life and she has seen them a lot. You looked so young to be a doctor, she couldn´t even guess your age. You were wearing a white coat with white pants, and around your neck was hanging a stethoscope. These were things she caught before her eyes made it to your face. Your eyes, softly looking at her, and your small smile that was greeting her eyes. In those white clothes, she almost felt like you were an angel.

„Good just slowly breathe in and out... There´s no need to rush.“ Tara kept looking at you shamelessly, not caring about how it may look, you were hot. She didn´t even notice that her breathing calmed down and now she was just sitting there looking at you.

„See! It´s already over.“ You smiled even wider at her, still kneeling in front of her looking up at her face looking for any change. Thankfully, Tara was now absolutely fine and it didn´t look like she would have an attack anytime soon. „Have you ever had an asthma attack before?“

„Yeah, this wasn´t the first time... I´ve been having it since I was a kid.“ She let out, almost whispering her answer as if she was embarrassed by it. „But this was the first time it went this far, usually the inhaler is enough.“

„Well sometimes attacks like this get triggered by situations the body is put into or thoughts, or it can come from nowhere... the symptoms of asthma are often nonspecific and can be precipitated by other disease processes... but based on your mimic and what the girl was yelling in the hallway I knew.“ You winked at her and stood up to go to your table.

„Asthma is a chronic inflammatory disorder arising from not fully understood heterogenic gene-environment interactions-“ 

Tara stopped to listen to you somewhere in the middle. She kept nodding her head as if she understood everything you were talking about. She didn´t understand one word that came out of your pretty lips.

„-features variable airway obstruction and bronchial hyperresponsiveness-“ God you were so hot when you talked like this. You looked too intelligent using all the medicine words that she could only dream about understanding.

„I gave you bronchodilators... it helps airways, or bronchi in the lungs to open and relax more.“ Tara kept looking at you from head to toe, you were tall and your body build was like a Greek god even under the doctor´s coat. You sat behind your desk and started looking for something, when you found it you smiled at her and went back by her side. 

The way you talked with your body language so confidently was sexy and she was trying so hard not to drool because of you. It got her thinking how old are you, you looked young to be a doctor, or maybe your genes were just good.

„Here... when it gets harder for you to breathe take this.“ You gave her an inhaler, she looked at your hand. Was there something about you that wasn´t attractive? Your hand was much bigger than hers and she could just imagine how her small hand would feel in yours. Tara slowly took it from your hand, making sure that she touched your smooth skin. „I know you have a lot of these at home but this one is a bit stronger.“

You smiled at her still keeping eye contact with your patient, looking for any sign of discomfort. „So I think you are ready to leave.“

Tara didn´t want to leave, she just wanted to look at you even if that meant you wouldn´t talk or pay attention to her, she could just stare at you and how you doing your work. A soft knock was heard on the door and a nurse came in. „Hey we are already done, can you please call the other girl inside?“ you asked her and she immediately went out to call Sam.

Sam rushed in, wide scared eyes looking for her sister. „Tara! Oh God... I was so scared.“ She hugged her, putting her chin on her head, pulling her away to kiss her on the forehead, her hands still on Tara´s side of her face. „Please don´t even scare me like that...“

You watched the whole interaction with a small smile visible on your face. Sam turned to you and thanked you for taking care of her younger sister.

„You don´t have to thank me... it´s my job.“

Sam helped Tara to get on her legs, slowly pulling her up, and holding her afraid that her legs would be too weak. You opened the door for them and they slowly walked outside of your room to the hallway.

„I´m so sorry for our receptionist this shouldn't be like this, I´ll take care of that, you can rely.“ You smiled at Sam and then Tara, winking at her again. The girl blushed at your action and looked down. Why was she so nervous around you? Her heart was beating and her body just wanted to reach out for yours.

„Take care! Hopefully, we won´t see each other under these circumstances again!“ you laughed and slowly started walking away down the hallway of the hospital. Tara now was looking at your back till she felt Sam´s arm tighten around her to hold her better.

She was now sitting in a car, looking out of the window, she wanted to see you again, so badly. She didn´t even know your name! Her mind was submerged by your face and your body, the way you smiled at her and talked to her, you were paying attention to her, and that made her so special. Being around you felt so different, like a fresh air in her life, even when she was with you only a couple of seconds.

When Mindy and Chad found out what happened they came to the Carpenter´s house. Everyone stayed by Tara´s side the whole day, talking, joking around, laughing, watching movies... and Tara still couldn´t stop thinking about her hot doctor.

„You are more quiet than usual, care to share?“ Mindy sits beside her on the couch looking at Tara. The girl only let out a sigh and looked back at her friend.

„Mindy... that doctor... was so hot.“ She threw her head back and closed her eyes. Mindy laughed at her and punched her thigh slightly.

„Don´t tell me you have a crush on some old fart.“

Tara turned her head to her lowering her eyebrows at her as she shook her head. „She wasn´t old, she looked really young! Almost our age!“

Mindy looked confused at her, most of the doctors were old, or at least around forty. Either you looked young or you were a young medic. They wanted to find you somewhere on social media but Tara didn´t even know your first name, so they went to the official page of the hospital and started looking at the personnel working there but they didn´t find anything.

Until they came across the photo of the all hospital workers, doctors, and nurses smiling at the camera. There was you, besides the nurse that was with you today and some other doctor, wide smile across your face.

„Damn! You are right she looks hot!“ Mindy moved her eyebrows up and down in a teasing motion, zooming the photo at you. „You got lucky Tara...“ she whispered looking at the photo. Tara snatched the phone from her hands and held it by her side in a protective way.

„I found her first! Find your doctor!“ Tara yelled at her friend but she only put her hands up.

„No need to be defensive, I won´t take her away from you.“

„You better.“ Tara mumbled, looking at her phone again, making a small pout with her lower lip. You caught her attention instantly, everything about you was mesmerizing. Tara only hoped that you would meet again. She was thinking about all the ways how to end up in the hospital... in your doctor´s bed. Or maybe even your own.

„Well getting treatment from a young doctor is definitely a jackpot.“ Mindy commented and laughed at her friend. „And even HOT doctor! That sounds like a big bonus to me.“

Yeah, Tara liked the bonus much better.

[fuck-customers]

The other day, these boys (they weren't even teenagers) cane in to the cinema the other day and were trying to buy Deadpool tickets. They obviously didn't have IDs, so they were trying to get other people to buy it for them.

First, they said the guy in line behind them was their uncle and he was gonna watch it with him, only for the guy to butt in with "I don't even know you guys"

Then they were just standing next to the line and letting people go ahead of them in line and asking every single one of them, and eventually, one of them said yes. So my boss sauntered over to the guy as he was trying to buy them tickets and had this conversation:

Boss: "So... you're the parental figure?"

Man: "Yes."

Boss: "You know these boys?"

Man: "Obviously."

Boss: "So the boys are going to sit right next to you? And you understand that if they misbehave and have to be asked to leave, you'll have to leave with them, since you're responsible for them?"

Man: "... sorry guys, never mind."

And then he gave them their money back and went to watch his movie. Like, based on past experience and the way the boys were acting, we're all pretty sure they weren't going to behave during the movie (mostly because they couldn't even behave in the lobby where there's a bunch of employees watching them because it was a very slow day and they were being loud.)

Oh, and the youngest boy could not have been older than 10, at the absolute most, and he had a fucking vape hanging on a lanyard around his neck. Like, kid, you don't need to be fucking up your lungs and developing an addiction when you haven't even started puberty yet. Okay, my grandfather was smoking by age 10, but they also thought cigarettes were good for treating asthma back then. These days, we know better. (Obviously, I don't care if adults smoke or vape, as long as they aren't doing it in the building or too close to me. I do have severe respiratory problems and I like being able to breathe as much clean air as my lungs will allow. But 10, or however old this kid, is waaaay too fucking young. I know laws don't actually determine morals, but smoking/vaping under the age of 18 is illegal here too).

Also, I had not one but two groups of parents argue and throw a fit because I had to tell them they couldn't bring their newborn babies into R rates movies. Like, one of them was just reaching the stage where she was starting to look like a proper baby, but the other one was so young that he was still in the stage where he looks more like an alien than a baby. Like, the girl was maybe a month old, but the boy was maaaaybe two weeks. Yes, I understand that your tiny, tiny infants are probably not going to be traumatized by the new Alien movie. Newborns are extremely nearsighted, so they probably couldn't even see the screen. But you know what babies *do* do? Cry. And people buy tickets to a movie that is Age Restricted (which is what the R in Rated R stands for: Age Restricted 17 and Up) buy tickets with the reasonable expectation that there isn't going to be a screaming child in there. That's why company policy is that we don't allow kids under 6 to Age Restricted films, even with parents. Because if your baby is crying the whole time, people want their money back and we have to give refunds. Corporate doesn't give a shit if you're bad parents or not for traumatizing your 4-year old by dragging him to a Saw movie or whatever (and no, he can't just "play on his iPad the whole time", you're not allowed to have those out either because it's also disruptive to other guests). This has been company policy since around the time the first Saw movie came out, actually. It's not new.

The parents of the little boy were even like "he won't cry, he loves loud noises!" Like, he's two weeks old, he's barely popped out of the womb, you cannot possibly know him well enough to know how he's going to react to being at the movies for the first time (I see parents bringing their 3 to 6 year olds in for their first movie at the cinema, like multiple times a week, and they don't even know how the kid will react most of the time), and frankly at this point, I'm not sure I trust you to make the decisions that are best for your child rather than yourself, since that's a newborn fucking baby, there's a massive COVID surge right now, and the theater is very crowded. I *just* got back to work after catching COVID at the fucking urgent care when I had a concussion, and they had hospital-grade ozone air filters, and both I and the person in the waiting room who had COVID were wearing masks (AND I'm fully up to date on my vaccines). Your baby can absolutely catch COVID if you're going to be sitting in a packed room with a hundred or more other people for several hours, especially since none of you are masking. He can't even have been vaccinated for chickenpox or whooping cough yet.

Your baby in no way benefits from being here, but he could easily catch an illness and die. You know how many toddlers I see that are constantly coughing and don't understand to cover their mouths yet? So fucking many. At least be honest; you're here because you want to watch the new movie, and you're not willing to wait until you can get a babysitter for a few hours. You're not here because your newborn baby "likes loud noises"; if that's really the case, you can take him for a walk near a construction site or something, which is free and less likely to give him a potentially fatal illness. Or, you know, put something on the phone or the TV on for him. I know that being cooped up at home sucks, I really do, but even if you're willing to risk the health of your baby that's still fresh out of the oven, we as a business still do not allow him to be in here for that movie. You can pick one that's not Adults-Only if you really really want to watch a movie right now. Or you could hire a babysitter, or leave him with Grandma for a few hours, or something.

Not to mention the fact that our sound system is good enough to shake things through the sound-dampening walls; it's got to be fucking torture on sensitive newborn eardrums. I have a video of a time when a specific movie was playing right next to the bathroom and some of the sound effects hit just the right pitch that the fucking stall doors were unlocking themselves from the vibrations. (And yes, the sound-dampening walls do work, and we do actually replace the panels when they wear out, but they can only do so much. They're sound dampening, not sound-proof, and audio mixing in films has been all over the place for the last however many years. Movies are often much louder, or at least have a wider range of volume levels across the whole feature, than they did when this place was built decades ago.)

Sorry to get preach-y but have some fucking sense and learn to accept that you can't just do anything and everything you want. I don't even make the fucking rules, but it's going to be on my head if I let you bring him in there and we have to give out hundreds of dollars in refunds because he's screaming.

Also, sorry that this is an Ask and not a Submission. I didn't notice until I was done typing, and it won't let me copy and paste the whole thing since I'm on mobile, only one paragraph at a time.

Posted by admin Rodney

[katelynnwrites]

Honigbiene's Bee Machine | Laura Freigang x Child!Reader

warnings: asthma attack

word count: 1143

summary: you are diagnosed with asthma

a/n: part of Laura's Honigbiene

Laura thinks it’s funny how much you love flowers.

Exactly like your namesake, honeybee.

You love touching them and feeling the petals between your fingers. You love plucking them and bringing them home, where your Mama lets you keep them in mason jars of water.

Every time your Mama takes you on walks to the park or anywhere else really, you come home with flowers.

From bushes, the football field and even cracks in the sidewalk, you pick them up.

After you learn colours at school, you like naming the colours of your flowers to Mama. Just in case she didn’t have a teacher to teach her.

White are the ones that grow where Mama and Tantes kick a ball around and yellow are the ones that grow right outside your home.

Sometimes your Mama asks if you have a favourite but you don’t. You love them all equally and you tell her as such. Mama always laughs and kisses your forehead, saying that you’re adorable.

You don’t really understand what she means by it but you love her anyway. You love her more than you love your flowers because she is the best.

Mama cuddles you a lot and lets you sleep in her big bed all the time even though you are not a baby and have your own big girl bed.

She’s also patient, giving you all the time you want when you stop to look at each and every flower you see, on the way to the playground.

You think Mama is your best friend.

She’s got her watchful eyes on you now as you head off towards the first patch of flowers you see.

They are a bright pink and so pretty that you run to get there faster.

Mama is always reminding you to be careful and use your walking feet but you’re just so excited that you can’t help it.

It has happened before, with your Mama often chiding you gently and warning that you could fall.

That has never happened before but it seems like today is the day your luck runs out.

Laura knows it's going to happen before you do but there is nothing she can do as you somehow trip and fall face first into the flowers you had been so looking forward to seeing.

She’s at your side, lifting you out of them before you have a chance to cry.

‘Oh Honigbiene.’ She murmurs soothingly.

‘Mama.’ You whimper and she hugs you close.

‘Mama.’ You whine again because something doesn’t feel good.

There is an odd feeling in your chest, like the one you sometimes get after running a lot but so much worse.

‘It’s okay.’ Your Mama coos, rubbing your back soothingly.

You cough loudly, startling Mama enough that she draws back to look you over.

You cough again. Then again and again and again.

‘Hurts Mama.’ You cry, beginning to get scared.

You’re breathing faster and faster, trembling slightly in front of your Mama who is quickly realising that something is very wrong.

She forces calm into her voice, in an attempt to keep you calm, ‘Honigbiene take a deep breath. Nice and slow.’

With tears streaming down your face, you shake your head, trying to tell her that you can’t.

‘Yes you can. Try baby try.’ Mama pleads.

You attempt to suck in a breath but you’re only able to manage a shaky wheeze.

If your Mama wasn’t panicked before, she sure is now.

‘Keep trying Honigbiene.’ She urges as she dials for an ambulance.

She’s talking very fast but the ick in your chest gets bigger.

‘Mama.’ You choke out, whimpering when she drops her phone to hold you.

‘The ambulance is coming. You’ve just got to hang on a little bit longer, okay Honigbiene?’

Mama gets you to sit down as she rubs your back in hopes that it will help.

Still, the ambulance can’t come soon enough.

By the time it arrives, you are pale and breathless, your heart beating fast as a result of the lack of oxygen and how terrified you are.

The people that come out of it slip a mask onto your face and then one of them, a nice woman explains to you that it will help you breathe.

Like your Mama, she tells you to take deep breaths.

Then Mama carries you into the ambulance where you lay down on a small bed inside. She softly tells you that you’re going to the hospital where lots of nice people will look after you.

Your Mama promises that you’ll be okay and you believe her because she had never lied to you before.

The funny mask helps you feel better but your chest still hurts and you’re coughing a lot.

If you weren’t so distracted by how sick you feel, the sound of the ambulance sirens would have made you excited.

As it is, you whimper to Mama until you get to the hospital.

Then a doctor checks you over and gives you another funny mask.

This one has white smoke and when you take deep breaths in, helps you to breathe properly again.

The ick that hurts your chest goes away and you happily sit in your Mama’s lap to finish taking the big slow breaths that the doctor asks you take.

Your new mask is connected to a machine that hums.

‘Just like a bee!’ You tell Mama.

‘Yes. Just like a bee.’ She murmurs, hugging you tightly.

Mama does not let you go even when the doctor comes back in to talk to her, using big words you don’t understand.

He gets you to blow into a big tube a lot and stares at a screen with lots of squiggly lines and numbers on it.

You don’t understand what he’s doing but when he’s done, you get to go home with the humming machine.

‘I like my Bee Machine.’ You say to your Mama as she sets it by the big bed at bedtime.

Mama laughs, ‘Is that what we’re calling it?’

She tucks you under the covers with one of the honeybees Tante Klara crocheted for you.

‘I like your Bee Machine too. It’s going to help you and that is very important. You are very important to me and I love you so much, Honigbiene.’

‘Love you too Mama.’ You whisper and she gives you a goodnight kiss on your forehead before tucking herself under the covers.

You might be getting bigger but Laura thinks that you’ll never be too big to stop fitting in her arms.

As long as you want her to, she’ll let you sleep in her bed and hold you till you fall asleep.

With how much your newly diagnosed asthma scared her today, she holds you long after you’ve fallen asleep.

Even when she falls asleep, she’s holding you close.

German Translation:

Honigbiene - Honeybee

[alaskan-wallflower]

Do you have angsty/sad hcs for the Curtis brothers

Oh boy do I! (all warnings are in the tags)

Darry

I’ve said this before but he used to be kinda chubby as a kid before he started working out because he felt insecure

In doing this though he developed some eating issues he still has to work through

He’ll never admit it but he cries himself to sleep nearly every night, especially after Pony ran away, like he needs to know Pony is and will stay in bed at night

If Pony’s out post curfew he gets so nervous, one time Pony got home about twenty minutes late and he found Darry pacing and running his hands through his hair, shaking. He doesn’t come home late too often after that

I wrote a fic on this but post his parents death he tried to end his life one night because he was just so depressed

He doesn’t think he’s a good brother or guardian. If you asked him he’s say he’s “alright” but in all honesty he didn’t know what he’s doing and it scares him

He used to starve himself because he thought his brothers needed the food more, and he was “strong enough to” (he passed out on a roof and nearly broke his neck)

Sodapop

It’s canon but he hates being mediator. It makes him feel like he’s being torn in two

Post book if Pony and Darry start fighting he just goes outside and smokes, which scares Pony and Darry because Soda never smokes

Soda despises when Pony smokes because he’s scared Pony’s gonna ruin his chances at being able to continue track

He has asthma really bad (Pony won’t smoke inside if it’s just him and Soda, he did once and Soda almost choked to death)

He was very depressed in school and probably found his way to be invited to soc parties where he’d drink everything away

I made this hc yesterday or so but he’s terrified about Steve graduating because if Steve leaves him he’s truly gonna be alone

He hates his appearance-he knows he’s good looking but part of him hates being objectified like that

He screamed at some girl post Sandy because she was way too pushy with him and he broke down at work (Steve took him home and told Darry)

Ponyboy

Pony starts cutting post book-he burns his hands and arms a lot with his cigarettes too

He tries to stop smoking post book too because he saw what happened to Johnny and by default Dally

He becomes a bit of a pyromaniac post book too

Darry and Soda do frequent body checks on him and he sees the way Soda holds back tears and Darry’s eyes go cold and hard

He thinks he’s never going to be good enough and that Johnny and Dally would think the same

He doesn’t pray often but after his parents died he started praying more in hopes that he’d be able to stop mourning

He was hospitalized once for his aspirin addiction and Darry nearly throttled him (and then collapsed into tears)

He tries to hold his emotions in a lot more around his brothers because he doesn’t think Darry or Soda want to deal istg an emotional kid

Hope these are alr-

[rzyraffek]

This is my first time doing an ask, but I was wondering if I could request an ftm/ftnb reader x slasher fic (any character you think would fit/any character you want to add) where the reader has trouble breathing in the winter/cold and wearing their binder just makes it worse and their whole body is sore due to going up and down stairs so much so they can't keep up with the slashers longer strides and has to run after them.

Like, if the reader and the slashers were at the zoo or somewhere outside and the reader just started to take SUPER deep breaths just to be able to breathe normally or just to get air; especially after walking up or down stairs or hills.

And at one point the reader just gets tired of having to take so many deep breaths so they just go the the bathroom and take off their and layer two jackets over their shirt since they didn't bring an extra bra.

And like about 20 minutes later, reader STILL has to take super deep breaths just to actually breathe and having to run after the slashers just to be able to walk next to them; but with how sore reader is, they can't keep up with their partner and often has to take 3-minute breaks just to be able to catch their breath.

Remember binder users! You should wear them only up to 6hours daily! Dont ruin your ribcage!! I use to wear binder so yeah, I get it.

Anyways👹ofc i will write this!

So bacially, ftm s/o struggles with breathing due to binder and weather! You didn't specified which slashers so I will just go with flow on this one!

Slashers with s/o that struggles with breathing due to binder

Micheal Myers

Don't worry dude is used to noises of people choking to death lol

But fr dude gets a bit worried? He doesn't like how sometimes s/o has to take breaks just to breathe

If you guys are in rush and s/o has to take a break dude will just "hell nah fuck this" and pick s/o up

Micheal really doesn't care about gender or sex. Your a dude? 👍. There's no need to 'prove it' or look certain way for him to belive you

Brahms Heelshire

Dude fr will set a timer on his phone so s/o won't 'overdose' binder 😭

Erm honey you are starting to hyperventilate, its time for a break dont you think?

Brahms acually did his homework and read bunch of articles about binders and now he understands way more😊👍

Darling remember to exercise before and after you wear it so it less uncomfy

Finds s/o very cute and squishes them too hard sometimes

Billy Lenz

????

The fuck?Are you suffocating or something? *judges*

What feels worse? Wearing binder a bit too tight or billy sitting on your chest while your trying to sleep?

Bro doesn't understand what is "gender dysphoria" and tired to hide s/o binder once cuz he didnt trust it

Lucky for you Billy doesn't go outside, so you don't have to worry about him getting lost walking faster than you

What are pronouns?

Jason Voorhees

Oh Jason you big baby

Jason just feels bad, cuz he knows that s/o feels less cool without the binder but baby you cant breathe😭

Of course he will wait for s/o and he won't rush them at all!

Will try to convince s/o to not wear binder so often. Jason sees you as a perfect boufriend weather you wear it or no

Genuinely worried about s/o health

Asa Emory

Ah creature, why would you think that wearing binder for whole day was a good idea?

Dude is smart, he already knew what binders are!

He is aware that trans people often struggle with dysphoria and he can't just be like "dont wear a binder lol" so he tries to calming explain that nono honey you are a man even if you don't have a flat chest i love you

If he finds out that s/o whats a top surgery, Asa went "Alr bet" and then your bank account blew up

Funfact! If s/o was openly trans before they met Asa... dude was convinced that s/o just has severe asthma 😭 he was like ??? Uh do you have your inhalator with you?? Or like is it temporary???

👽guys I ate good chicken today. With sauce

Also im not sure if its good? I kinda forgot how to write entering stuff😭😰

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I've had this in my head for like, years, just making itself known every once in a while. Pre-serum Steve and Bucky.

I've seen a lot of that, but they usually write or draw pre-serum Steve being the bottom as if that feisty, asthmatic twig isn't stubborn enough to top. (I prefer top Steve if you couldn't tell)

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Yes! Yes! I love me some small feisty top and/or small feisty dom Steve!! I completely agree there needs to be more, I've seen plenty of both myself but I can always get on board with more porn, lmao.

Anyway... this was supposed to just be top pre-serum Steve, set pre-war, but, uh... I ended up blacking out and writing dom pre-serum Steve instead. Also. This ended up being human furniture kink/bondage/edging? So... I don't know how we got here 💀 but please do read it if you're interested because 😮‍💨😮‍💨

It's been a long fucking time since Steve's felt this easy and loose. He's got nothing to do today. It's a good, quiet Saturday and there's no rattle in his chest thanks to the early warm weather that isn't hot and humid enough to trigger his asthma like what tends to happen in the height of Brooklyn summers. Even better, his joints don't really even hurt today 'cause he hasn't done so much walking, cooking, or cleaning. The apartment is neat and tidy around him already. There are no sheets or clothes to launder. Last night, he even was able to steal an hour or so in their communal bathrooms for a mostly warm bath seeing as all the other tenants were out for their Friday night dancing, drinking, or whatever else they do to let off steam that's cheap.

It's a good day.

Light pouring in from their open windows along with the sounds of Brooklyn below their fire escape, the faint murmurs of neighbors through recklessly narrow walls, and the flicking of a thin newspaper with every page he turns. There's also, of course, the noise of his rasping inhales and exhales, accompanied by a slurp here and there of steaming, watered-down coffee from one of their good mugs. Steve can't handle too much caffeine, besides, he'd rather leave the bulk of their scrounged-up coffee grounds for Bucky. He's the one tumbling out of bed in the morning before it's light and usually coming home well after it's dark. And--

Oh, yeah.

That's definitely part of why he's relaxed. Not the coffee, not the clean apartment, not the newspaper (which, really, has nothing he'd like to think too hard about written across its pages, otherwise he's going to ruin his own casual calm), but Bucky.

Bucky is here, too. Just out of sight. But it's alright because Steve can hear--even with one ear that doesn't work so good--the soft, even-yet-ragged-edged breaths of Bucky.

Bucky is keeping him company, not by running his motor mouth about the sci-fi book he's most recently borrowed or talking about his plans for Saturday night, but by keeping quiet and keeping Steve comfortable.

Bucky is being very good and, really, that's the best part of Steve's Saturday afternoon.

Bucky is so good for him beneath his heels. He's still and resilient underneath Steve's feet crossed at the ankle. Just breathing even though Steve knows that he wants to whine and shake and plaster himself against Steve as he usually does when they do things like this. He's not doing any of that, though, because Steve told him sternly not to. Not if he wants to cum today.

He's to be still--as motionless as a piece of furniture. Right now, he's being a very obedient footstool. Earlier, when Steve first made himself a cup of coffee, Steve was considering making him into a pretty coffee table. But, if he did that, then he would miss out on the simple pleasure of feeling each and every subdued tremble of Bucky's body beneath him. Half quivering with unreleased need, just aching to be touched and made to cum, and half quivering with the strain of holding himself perfectly still.

Stillness is a challenge because, well, they've been at this for some time, sensual, easy, clear-headed relaxation for Steve and a syrupy, hot, spaced-out zone for Bucky. That, and, Steve hasn't been easy on him.

First, this morning, after waking entangled in Bucky's arms, Steve used his morning wood against him by stroking him until Bucky was squirming aimlessly against the pleasure and making little sounds in his sleep at how nice his dreams had become. Like that, warm and cuddled together, Steve made sure to go slow and loose with just enough stimulation to make his cock drip sticky, wet smears of pre-cum all across the smooth, flat muscle of his lower belly without rousing him to the real world but still good enough to leave him twitching and making all these precious, eat-me-up whimpers in his sleep.

Then, when he did wake up with a shocked, possessed gasp of sudden pleasure, Steve slithered down underneath their thread-bare blankets to breathe in the hot, humid, heady musk of Bucky's arousal, swallowing him down as much as he could. Sucking him and sucking him and sucking him until he was dizzy and he'd already had to squeeze his fist around the base of Bucky's cock twice. Bucky didn't get to cum this morning, leaving his cock angry and his balls heavy and swollen but drawn up, convinced they'd be allowed to cum sooner rather than later. Cute. Bucky didn't cum. But, Steve did. He rutted against Bucky's aching, weeping, red-hot cock until he spilled between their bodies. After he was finished dragging out the last smoldering coals of pleasure, he smeared the mess he made into Bucky's skin just because. Just because he can. He wants Bucky to smell like sex. He wants Bucky to not be able to twitch without the scent wafting into his nose and being sucked deep, down into his lungs, reminding him of what filth they've done.

After that, Bucky made them both breakfast. No clothes allowed. His reward for making them a good meal? Another almost-orgasm from Steve. This time, his pleasure and denial came from humping against Steve's leg after he choked down his serving of food without tasting it. He was much too interested in getting four of Steve's fingers in his mouth--shoved down his throat until his eyes watered and his own drool smeared onto his cute cleft chin from choking--after being hand-fed, kneeling on the floor between Steve's lithe, spread thighs. He had to let himself go, be dumb and sweet enough to hump Steve's leg like a dog, his face burning with humiliation and pleasure, mouth hanging open, but be well-trained enough to stop when Steve said stop, reading the signs of his approaching orgasm across his face like an open book. Steve (lightly) kicked him in the chest just to make sure he wouldn't cum--pushing him back from kneeling to spread out on their floor, naked and so hard that Steve could watch, standing, towering, over him as his cock twitched and pulsed in time with his pounding heart. Bucky whimpering the entire time like the kicked puppy he is.

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Lunch was held in a similar affair except for Bucky kneeling next to Steve on the couch in the living room, not at the rickety dining table with two mismatched wooden dining chairs. That, and, Bucky didn't cook lunch. He was too spacy for Steve to even let him try. So, Steve heated up some leftovers from the other night and brought them to Bucky to, again, feed him and then deny him. He was really surprised Bucky survived that because, between breakfast and lunch, Steve had been alternating between drawing Bucky, demanding he hold various different poses for him, and jerking Bucky off until he came right, right to the edge. Then. He stopped and went back to drawing. At some point, Bucky started crying. His eyes were all big and wet and innocent, his soft, pink mouth quivering, silently begging for mercy while his cock wept just as urgently from between his legs, curved up against his tummy and so fucking hard it had to hurt. His expression, raw and desperate, looks pretty damn good taking up a whole five pages of Steve's sketchbook--he wanted to get it from every angle he could and track the progression of it as Bucky cried himself out, shaky and needy but also not willing to break the scene when he knows if he waits like Steve wants, it's always so much better--but that look was much more incredible etched across Bucky's face in real life. Nothing will compare to that. Pencil on paper could never crumble like Bucky can when he's in the throes of submission.

With lunch finished, that's when Bucky's job to be a footstool began. To prep him, Steve prepped him. He worked three artist's fingers into his tight little hole with thick Vaseline--neither of them will admit it, but just the smell of it gets them both more than a little hot, it's, just, fucking trained response at this point--to stretch him out for their biggest, heaviest dildo. They don't have many. And the way Bucky's gotten then-? God, Steve doesn't wanna know who he sweet-talked or what part of town he had to go to. They just have them. And Steve, by God, will use them. He'll stuff one into Bucky that takes effort to keep inside, making him clench like a vice around it so it won't slip out--making him all full and keeping him aware of it. Then, with that inside him, Steve used his leather belt to tie Bucky's legs together, clamping his thighs shut just above the knee. He doesn't want to get away, all the moaning and ragged panting and jerky, needy squirming says that clear as day, same with his red-almost-purple, severely erect cock, but he surely won't be able to now. He won't be able to crawl. He won't be able to not feel his heavy, pent-up balls between his legs. he won't be able to do anything but stay nice and still while clenching hard on his nice, fat toy. He won't be able to see, either, since Steve took a clean rage and blindfolded him. He gagged him, too. Just because. Furniture can't see. Furniture can't talk. Furniture can't move. Furniture can't cum.

But...

Apparently, this little footstool can get wet.

He's dripping all over the floor, all that squeezing tight around his stuffed-up hole must almost be milking his prostate, making his cock just leak and leak. And the heated drip-drop of pre-cum spilling messily out from the slit of his engorged, soooo stiff cock isn't the only wetness. He's stopped crying by now, he doesn't have any tears left, nothing but hollow sobs in his chest. The other wetness that Steve is going to meanly make Bucky clean up later--it's his filthy little mess after all, being so eager and dumb that he can't even play a game for a few hours, following the simple rules Steve sets for him, just be a footrest! It's not that hard!--is his drool. He's drooling badly around the gag.

He's a fucking mess.

And he's starting to get even messier. He's breaking. Cracking. Shattering.

Underneath Steve's heels--that he might be digging into Bucky's back on purpose, maybe, he'll never tell--Bucky's breathing is getting less and less even, more and more harsh, his ribcage flexing and heaving. He's squirmier, too. His thighs quivering, challenged by having to hold him up while being held together themselves. His arms, too, are shaking. He can't take his own weight. He can't bear it. It's too much.

With a muffled, choking moan, Bucky suddenly collapses onto his hands, leaving him ass-up. Apparently, if his agonized, shuddering squeak is anything to go by, the change in angle has made the dildo inside him shove deeper into him.

Cute.

Steve does nothing more than exasperatedly, impatiently fold the newspaper he's been "reading," tossing it down across his lap, and look over at Bucky. He's a hell of a lot redder and shinier than he was the last time Steve saw him. His hair is plastered to his forehead and blindfold keeping him locked onto nothing but the sensations happening to his own body. The rest of the world tuned out. He looks feverish. If his eyes weren't covered, they'd be hazy and fucked-out, lost to anything other than Steve. And with Steve? He'll just cry and curl around him, begging for more. Anything. Anything else Steve wants to do to him. Just more. Please!

"Really?" Steve clicks his tongue, rubbing his foot along Bucky's side and belly and hip. He feels just how hard he's breathing, heaving in air and pushing it out harshly. He's quaking. Quivering. And he convulsed when Steve lets his foot uninterestedly drag over his cock. Steve knows he has shit circulation. He knows his bare feet are cold as shit over Bucky's feverish, edged cock. He doesn't care. Let him quiver and shake and let him dig his teeth into his gag trying and failing to deal with the cold, sharp pleasure. He's afraid of it, he's trying to hold back. It hurts! He doesn't know Steve's gonna make him cum like this. He's trying to save himself, how cute.

With enough force to make Bucky feel hot flares of agonizing, pleasurable pain against Steve's cold, boney foot, Steve pushes his cock up into his heaving body, pinning it tightly and rubbing back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. It doesn't take more than a minute before Bucky is letting out all these sharp, needy, gurgly sounds that mean I'm gonna cum! I'm close! I'm gonna cum! Guh-gonna! Gonna cum! Steve knows. Steve doesn't stop.

He lets Bucky cum like that, face-down, ass-up with his eyes blinded, his mouth stuffed, his thighs tied together, his greedy, twitching hole stuffed, and his balls so overfull and denied that he feels like he's gonna burst at the seams.

He does.

He cums everywhere.

The orgasm so fucking intense that he can't make a sound. He can't move. He just goes rigid and lets Steve rip it out of him. Over-overwhelmed.

"Good boy," Steve purrs, all too smug and satisfied with the teeth-rattling intensity of Bucky's orgasm.

Bucky squeaks out one last sob before going entirely limp. He's so worn out, melting down onto his belly, that he doesn't even make a sound when his oversensitive cock grates against their wooden floors.

[deliciousangelfestival]

My Problematic Girl-Chapter 5

Character: College!Steve Rogers x Rich!Female Reader

Prologue:  Steve has lived being nobody in this prestigious university. He just wants to graduate and get a job to get more money to pay the bills for his mother's surgery. 

But his life turned upside when a new student attended his class. His quiet and dull life became dangerous and full of surprises.

×××

She exhaled the cigarette smoke from her lips. She still doesn’t care even though he told her he has asthma. 

She looked at Steve and said, “Bark for me.”

Steve felt humiliated, and his pride was crushed. But she held his life and secrets. He had to bury his dignity to the ground, and he murmured, 

“Woof.”

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‘See you tomorrow’.

That's what she said. But she didn't come to campus again. 

He doesn’t have Y/N's phone number; even if he did, he doesn’t want to know where she is. 

At least walking alone on the campus gives him peace of mind. Steve went to the storage building behind the art faculty building. He wants to reorganize the painting that he put in storage. 

The purpose of the storage is to put the students' artwork, but nobody ever uses it. Except for Steve, his apartment doesn’t have enough space to put all his artwork. So the storage became his studio. 

Oasis is a perfect word to describe it. The only place he could be free. 

He types the code to open the door; one of the most incredible things about Stark University is its security system. 

Steve pushed the door to see his favorite place, but instead, what he saw was…

Nothing. 

"Urgh." He wants to pass out. Steve grabbed the asthma inhaler from his bang to his mouth to breathe.

What the heck is going on here? 

Before he could think clearly, he got a text message from an unknown number that said. 

"West Building. 5 Minutes."

Steve immediately sprints to the location. He could figure out who sent it because of the site. It is the chancellor's office. 

That means she's there, and she took his painting. 

"Hufft"

Steve was able to take a breath when he arrived. 

There he saw the works that he thought had gone missing turned out to be inside the chancellor's office. 

But something is different from his painting because his canvas is framed now. 

It looks more beautiful than before. But who did this?

"Oh, you're here."

Steve was taken aback by his painting; he didn't realize there was a photo lighting, camera, photographer, and the last person he wanted to see.

Y/N.

Today she dressed in a light blue tweed suit with white stiletto heels. She looks different if he met her for the first time, he would probably thought she's a normal person.

Steve wants to scream at her for almost making him go insane, but he holds it in because other people are here.

"What's going on?"

"We're going to promote your painting using him." Y/N pointed her finger to the make-up table where everyone gathered.

"Tony."

Everyone near the make-up table stops what they're doing and makes way for the person who sits in the center to stand up. 

Tony Stark. Steve never saw him this close. He became nervous.

"I could see why she chose you." Tony straightened his suit while walking towards Steve. 

Then he pointed at one painting. "That's an amazing art piece. Why did I never see your painting in the hallway?"

So, in the Art Faculty, there's always an event where they choose one artwork from the student every month. Most of the students from his class got chosen, except Steve.

Steve answered, "Because the chosen painting is based on likes on social media. And I don't have that many friends."

"Hmm, bummer."

Tony's answer made Steve grit his teeth. It reminded him of Y/N. 

"Next time, I will get the expert to judge not by popular contest. If Y/N didn't meet you, I wouldn't discover the hidden talents from my campus."

When Steve heard that, he felt giddy inside because someone famous as Tony appreciated his work. 

Choosing Tony to promote his art is a good move because even though Tony is an eccentric man, he is also a trendsetter. Many wealthy men looked up to him. 

They will follow in his footsteps if they see Tony's new interest, collecting Steve's art.

Steve hated to admit it, but Y/N made the best move. 

Tony crossed his arms and tapped his fingers, still looking at Steve from head to toe. He sighed. "You're too skinny, and you need to have a makeover. I can't be photographed with you like this."

He waved his hand to call his secretary "Jarvis."

A man with a British accent approaches Tony, "Yes, sir."

Tony pointed at Steve and said, "Hired a trainer and stylist for this kid. Prepare him before the exhibition."

Jarvis noted on the tablet, "I will arrange it."

'Ehh?!' What did he just say? Trainer and stylist?

'CLAP!'

Tony clapped his hands, which made the photoshoot crew look at him; he smiled at them and said, "Shall we start?"

When everyone's attention move to Tony, Steve uses this chance to talk to Y/N. He grabbed his hand and said, "You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought my paintings were stolen."

Y/N touched his right chest; her sudden action made him blush. He immediately pushed her hand away. 

She chuckled, amused by his reaction. "Your heart is beating normally."

"I'm not in the mood for jokes right now, Y/N. You took everything I had out of the blue without telling me." 

Steve doesn't have much; his painting is his most precious treasures. 

And Y/N just took all he had without asking him. Steve clenched his fist.

His anger from the past came back, and he said, "Just like your father. Brian L/N."

When he mentioned her father's name, he swore he saw Y/N lose her usual calm composure. 

She turns her face away from Steve. He notices both of her hands start trembling again, like yesterday. 

Then her shoulder shook, and he could hear her laughing. She looked at him and said, "Bravo, Steve. You weren't as clueless as I thought."

Steve clenched his fist; he wanted to scream at this woman. Why could she laugh while he was stressed out and couldn’t sleep? 

She glanced at her watch and said, "Let's have a drink, and I'll explain everything to you."

He gasped; what was she thinking asking him to drink at 11 a.m.? 

Well, she’s Y/N; she could do whatever she wants. 

At the bar. 

Y/N put down her whiskey glass and then grabbed the burnt cigarette from the crystal ashtray to her lips. 

Steve is sitting in front of her; he doesn’t want to sit beside her because the smoke would trigger his asthma. “Smoking could kill you.”

She laughed while exhaling the smoke. “That’s the whole point.”

Steve didn’t find it funny. 

Both of them have been in this private room at the exclusive club for 15 minutes, and she hasn’t started talking. 

He crossed his arms and leaned back onto the leather couch. It is comfortable, but he can’t find any comfort now.

“You owe me an explanation.”

Y/N hummed at his words. She put out the cigarette to the ashtray, get rid of the tobacco taste from her lips with whiskey.

She leaned closer to Steve. “If I tell you everything, you must work with me until I say you’re done.”

Steve rolled his eyes, then raised both arms. “You have taken everything I have, Y/N. Just say it.”

She chuckled. “If you say so.”

Y/N became silent momentarily; then, her lips started moving. "But first, I want to clear my name from your accusations. I didn't take anything from you. Rather I gave you an opportunity." 

‘BANG!’

Steve punched the mahogany table, "Bullshit, what opportunity? Since the beginning, it was you who took all the decisions." 

‘Shit, it hurts.’ Even though his skinny hands hurt from punching the table, he needs to hold the pain. 

Y/N doesn’t bother with his sudden anger outburst, “I’m not done talking. What if I gave you a chance to ruin Brian Solomon?”

Steve noticed she never mentioned Brian L/N as ‘my father’, that means “You hate him.”

After he said those words, he felt Y/N's expression change to anger. 

“Hate is not enough to describe my feelings towards him.”

“Why do you hate your father?”

Y/N crossed her arms. “If he didn't have an affair with one of his clients that shocked my mother and made her die of a heart attack, and he didn't marry his mistress a week later after burying his wife, I probably wouldn't hate him.”

She continued, “What kind of father trusts his step-daughter more than his daughter who shares the same blood.”

Steve is out of words. She has a vendetta against her father and Solomon's family.

“But why did you bring me into this?”

Y/N lit another cigarette to ease her stress, “You probably have known why I got kicked out from the household.”

“Your case about Imperial University almost ruined the Solomon name.”

Y/N nodded. “I was too immature and made a mistake. They banned me from all their business while I needed access to the law firm.”

“But why me?”

Y/N raised her three fingers “Art, gallery, and money laundering. Solomon own an auction house called Napoleon’s. They are the only auction house in this city with the biggest money laundering client.”

“I already have two, art and the connection. But I don’t have anything to sell. I need to get their attention by making a lot of money in one night.”

“So you picked me.”

“Yes!!!”

“There’s other artist you could hired.”

“I could do that, but that wicked witch is watching me. If I hire a well-known artist, she will hire them first. That artist will agree to work with Napoleon rather than for me.”

The wicked witch she mentioned was probably her stepmother or step-sister. 

“Then, when I saw your work, I got an idea. Why not use a painting from an unknown artist? You are a perfect choice, then the PR team I hired will do their job.”

"My plan is only to sell you a painting made them jealous how come a small exhibition could receive that kind of money in one night. They don't want their first place to get taken away." 

Steve clicked his tounge "You're a hypocrite. You hate your father while enjoying the luxury."

"Ooh, you mean this?" Her hands show he outfit and watch. "My car and my money?"

She scoffed. "I haven't touched any cents from that man. All of this is from the investment by my mother before she died. And the audacity of them trying to steal my inheritance."

She put down her whiskey glass and took a document from her bag. 

"Here is the contract."

Ah, she mentioned it yesterday. He grabs the contract and starts reading. 

1. She will give him $50.000.

2.Y/N will pay for his mother's surgery

3. Every painting gets sold, he will get 80%. 

He almost jolted his eyes; she didn't lie when she said he would get many benefits.

"Where should I sign?"

Y/N chuckled while giving him a pen. “You’re a funny man Steve.”

After Steve signed the contract, both of them decided to go back. 

While on their way to her car, Steve asked, "You haven't told me your plan to deal with Brian." He stopped mentioning Brian as 'your father' to Y/N since she hated that person. 

"Ah, I will tell you another day,-"

Before she could finish her sentences, something held her waist and made her turn around.

She gasped when she saw the person she had been avoiding for months. "Brock?"

The tall man with black hair who wears a black suit put his around Y/N's shoulder. He didn't even notice Steve was there the whole time. "Finally, I found you. You left me worried since you never replied to my text ."

Steven doesn't understand why he has this big urge to push this guy away from Y/N, seeing her uncomfortable. 

Before he could do anything, Y/N pushed that guy away from her. 

"Let's go." Her eyes already speak to Steve, telling him to follow her. He glanced back to see the man still looking at them.

While Y/N drove the car, Steve asked her, "Who was that?"

"My ex-boyfriend."

Steve made an 'Ooo' face; he didn't know what to say anymore. 

"If you saw him, it's better to avoid him. He's crazy."

"Same as you?"

"Wow, you're getting brave, Steve. I take it back. He's a piece of trash because he sleeps with my step-sister when he's with me."

There’s a man who dares to betray Y/N? "A bastard and a liar."

Y/N agreed, and she nodded her head.

She dropped him off at the hospital. Through the window, she told him, "I think today is your lucky day."

Steve doesn't know what she is talking about; at least today, he understands her motive.

He went into a patient room where Sarah stayed, and when he opened the curtain, he saw her crying. 

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Sarah wiped her tears, hugged her son, and rested her head on his shoulder. "I received the news that they found the donor, and the surgery is scheduled for next week."

This great news took Steve aback. He knew all this could happen after signing the contract with Y/N. The power of money and connection.

He knew these things could go south, but if he could make his mother healthy again, he would go through hell.

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Flowers For My Valentine

A/n: where the boys give both traditional and untraditional bouquets/flowers. Sorry, Killer. I couldn't think of anything for him😭 not proofread. Let me know which one is your favourite!

Features sanji, Law, Zoro, Corazon, luffy and Kid x (black) fem reader

Sanji-

A giant bouquet!! A basket bouquet that's spilling with all kinds of flowers roses, peonies, camellias!! like a scene from a movie he's running towards you with flowers all round. Of course that's only one of the many bouquets you'll get this valentines week

Late in the evening, Sanji is in the kitchen, gently rolling modelling chocolate out, shaping the thin disks of chocolate into Petels. Eyes focus on wrapping each one around the chocolate dipped strawberries. When each strawberry is wrapped, he pulls them together and wraps them. He's excited and nervous to give these to you. A show of his love, a product of his own hands just for you, he put his everything into this gift. He couldn't think a better gift to you.

Law-

Working at the hospital means long hours, he knew he'd be late but he thought he was prepared. Making a stop at the florist in the morning to buy your bouquet, so he could make it to you quickly after work at 9.

But plans never go right, now it's 9:48, and he's just done with work. Flowers in hand and running down the street. Shit, he's always making you wait. This is the one time he should be there. It's fine he still has your gift... and you're in sight! "Y/n-ya!" You're so happy to see him!

"Law, its okay you didn't have to rush I know you're busy with work" what did he do to deserve someone do understanding.

"Here happy valentines Day" bringing the bouquet up to you,what he wasn't expecting with the confused look on your face

"umm law? What happened?" "

What do you mean? Gone... The flowers were gone. All that was left in his hands were a few broken stems, most with their flowers buds. 'FUCK!?'

All that running and the bouquet was ruined "y/n-" "Hey, this one is still good!" You said, pulling the tulip out." Law was dishevelled, hair a mess 'she liked it, I guess that's enough' he thought,he let out a sigh of relief looking up, wait when did you get so tall, oh he's floor. All that running, he's had an asthma attack. He can hear you're panicking above him, though he can only make out your blurry outline. Guess he's spending valentines Day in the hospital after all.. well, at least he can look forward to you being his nurse.

Zoro-

What was zoro supposed to give you!? You were a florist for goodness sake!? No supermarket flowers would be good for you. Would you even want flowers? You spend all day with them,would he even be able to get the right kind? These thoughts consumed him for almost a week. Shit should he even bother....

In the early hours of the morning, you're setting up the shop when the door chime rings, "we're not open yet - Zoro!"

Any other day he'd happy to see your bright smile but today it made him falter, his eyes looking everywhere but you. He didn't want to see your smile drop when you saw his gift.

"I'm so glad to se- oof." Zoro's hands quickly moved in front of you.

"Here Happy valentines day" it took a minute to process everything, but here, your boyfriend was blushing nervously all over a valentines Day gift! For Zoro, this felt like too long. He wasn't the sappy type but just wanted to do something for you- 'Oh, you're smiling.' Your face lit up, jumping happily at the man

"A bonzi tree! Zoro I can't believe it thank you!" Planting kisses all of the man. You loved it, a wave of relief washed of zoro, feeling his jaw and shoulders relax

A few months later. " I love you very much, you're going to grow up strong, you're the cutest swordsman ever!" You would say kind words to the tree whenever you had the chance supposedly to help it grow faster. Of course , hose words were meant for Zoro too , but he didn't know if he should be proud or jealous of the tree.

Corazon-

Corazon had planned a valentines date with you at the botanical garden. He couldn't think of a more romantic place!

That memory was far away now. It had been a difficult week, his brother was on his antics again, and Law was stressed,busy with school. When law's stressed, so is he. Now pacing around his room until he tripped. Thinking to himself "... I should just stay here for a bit. " Pulling his body up from the floor, he saw up he a photo."It must have fallen out." A photo, from the botanical garden..... corazon felt all the stress melt away from him as his goofey grin returned on his face. How much joy you brought him. Seeing you like happy, a wide smile across your face surrounded by the greenery, it squeezes on his heart. Yes, the week may have been bad, but at least he had your smiling face to get him through it.

Luffy-

Whenever Luffy saw flowers he liked, he'd shove them into his pockets to give to you later. The issue was that he wouldn't always see you right away.

Sabo found a bunch of wilting flowers when doing the laundry and asked luffy what the flowers were for "oh they're for y/n!" He smiled so brightly ,sabo's heart ached for this brother.

"Well they're wilting I don't think you can give these to her now" luffy pouted, he knew he couldn't give them to you now but seeing those flowers you loved reminded him of you. Sabo spoke up "hey here what we'll do...."

The two brothers sat at a table with glue, paper scraps, and all sorts of felt scattered about. It looked like arts and crafts time

"Hey, but I like this picture of us better!" Luffy shouted "alright just stick it down. " The two spent the afternoon decorating some photos of the couple with dried flowers that luffy had collected that week. Even with his best efforts, Sabo couldn't keep the picture clean. He could see how messy it was getting. "Where did he get the glitter from!?" But luffy couldn't be happier, lifting the picture frame to the high."She's gonna love it!"

Kid-

Kid had made a fuss about valentines a week before. "Don't expect any flowers from me! I don't do all that sappy shit. " But here, Kid was handing you a bouquet of your favourite plushies. "Aww, Kid, this is so sweet! Are you getting soft? " You grinned poking at him.

"Whatever" he said, avoiding your eyes. He was right, though, no flowers, but this was even better. You couldn't wait to put them in your room, wait... "Kid ..did you hot glue these on???? Kid, how am I supposed to take the plushie off!"

Kid didn't think that far, and honestly, he was regretting not watching the youtube video like Killer said ... he thought it couldn't be that hard(his toxic trait is thinking that he can make everything cause since he's good at metal work. He can't) shit he was panicking now. What good would they be ripped up. He moved to grab the bouquet from you. "Wait y-"

"You spent a lot of time on this, didn't you, Kid?" your eyes softened, looking down at the cute packaging of the bouquet. The paper was rumbled and creased from failed folding. You giggled to yourself, 'I'm sure he spent all night working on this.' " Thank you, don't worry, I can sow them back up, thank you"

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7 December 2024 Live Charity Stream Transcript - Part 3/Final

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1:12:30

Natalie

Has Peter watched Spooky Month, and who is his favourite character?

Fuboo

Let's see.. if Peter did watch Spooky Month, I see, I think his favourite character would be.. oh hold on.. what's his name.. the candy store owner. What was his name? I forgot! I don't know!

1:13:15

Fuboo

Kevin! Yes his favourite character would be Kevin.

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Kat

Also, to answer this one repeating question, it is safe to say that Peter is not a Brony. 

Fuboo

No, no he's not.

1:13:50

Kat

I have a question of my own cos I just thought of the Home Alone movie.

Um, before YN lives with him, did he ever booby trap his house?

Fuboo

Uh, no actually.

Kat

Would he booby trap it after YN shows up?

Fuboo

After.. if YN tries to run away like a third time, that's when he has to start booby trapping everything.

Cos one leg.. maybe they'll learn their lesson, two legs.. okay, definitely shouldn't be able to run for it. Again, he's like

"Okay legs are.. no they're, they're still trying to make a run for it so I might need to do something about it"

1:14:55

Fuboo

He looks so disappointed! *laughs*

Natalie

*sigh* This again..

Fuboo

When will you learn..

Magic (TK)

Third time you fell in the river.

Fuboo

Peter covers the exit with plastic wrap! *laughs*

I'm free! I'm free-AGH!

1:15:30

Natalie

Someone's asking

"When did he steal his van? Was it in high school or later?"

Fuboo

Eh, it was a little later.

1:16:00

Fuboo 

This one I had fun with. Lucy wearing her coat, well it's not even her coat, it's her friend's coat but he gave it to her.

Yes Peter would stop smoking if uh YN had.. had asthma.

1:17:10

Fuboo

But yeah.. Lucy. And just.. the pin. *laughs*

That pin.

Kat

The horrible little Franklin pin.

Fuboo

I kept forgetting, I wanted to name him Charles but I was like, oh what was it..

Franklin.. I gotta think about Benjamin.. Franklin.. okay, I got it.

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1:18:00

Kat

How would he react if YN's parents did not like or approve of him?

Fuboo

Oh he'd still keep dating, he'd still keep dating YN like "eh".

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1:19:45

Natalie

Does Peter have a favourite type of cheese?

Fuboo

Not really? I really don't imagine him eating very much cheese in general.

Magic (TK)

What if YN likes cheese? What if YN was Wallace from Wallace and Gromit?

Fuboo

God *laughs*

That's for you to decide, I'm gonna leave that to your imagination.

Magic

Consult the fan arts.

Fuboo

Consult the fanarts!

1:23:44

Fuboo

Alright, well speaking of writing.. we do have another guest here that I would like to uh, like to introduce you all to.

See this one here is uh, this here is one of my uh, my creative writers, someone who really helps me out when I hit those writer's blocks and everything like that. 

Ladies and gentlemen, Kahuna!

- Kahuna enters the chat -

1:25:10

Fuboo

Does Peter have a favourite cake flavour? Not really? I think cake in general is nice. It's a sweet treat, he loves his pastries.

Magic (TK)

If you can put it in the over, TK- no not TK sorry, Peter will eat it.

Fuboo

Right, right.

Magic

Especially if you put it in the oven.

1:26:55

Fuboo

But yeah in your free time, like do you just write uh small little fun things for yourself, by any chance?

Kahuna

Uh yeah I do I'm an author actually and I do write in my free time a bit.

Fuboo

I don't *laughs*

Kahuna

I've actually written some old fanfiction of Your Boyfriend that's on AO3.

Fuboo

Oh yeah?

1:31:25

Kat

There's a question that I know the answer to. How would Peter react if YN used Marijuana?

He wouldn't mind as long as you're not hurting yourself or destroying your life with it.

1:32:20

Kat

Peter's love language is all of them. All five.

1:32:45

Andrew (Don)

Uh, for Don's love language, that's one question I saw.. that's hard to say. I feel like he'd be a hand-made gifts or home-cooked meals type.

I feel like he would be the type of person that, he could cook really well, he just doesn't really do it, cooking for himself. It's kind of hard to do that every-

Fuboo

I do see that yes. So just so you know, if you guys get a pot roast from Don.

Andrew

Yeah he'll show up with a pot roast or maybe he has a smoker hidden away in his place.

1:33:25

Magic (TK)

There's a question here, if TK were to kill someone, how would they go about it? Poison.

Fuboo

Very sneakily.

1:33:40

Fuboo

Alright that's another question, what's their murder language?

Don would just beat them to death. Fists and all.

Magic

Lucy would suffocate with her boobs. Love him to death!

1:37:45

Kat

Would TK let YN braid their hair?

Magic (TK)

No. No one touches the hair.

Kat

Not allowed.

1:39:45

Kahuna

I think somebody asked a question about what music Peter would have on Spotify.

Fuboo

On the spoofy?

Kahuna

Yeah what types of music he listens to

Fuboo

Uh.. mainly classical. Maybe he might kick on some lo-fi.

Kat

He hates country.

Fuboo

Yeah he hates country.

1:40:45

Fuboo

If YN loves country then Peter will put up with it, he's like okaayy..

1:41:05

Magic (TK)

Would Don be besties with TK?

Fuboo

Mmmmm.... they'll get along, but I wouldn't say besties.

Magic

Yeah. Yeah..

I can't imagine TK roasting Don mainly out of fear.

Fuboo

Yeah.

Andrew (Don)

It's understandable, he's right to fear me.

Magic (TK)

Please.. please don't hurt me sir.

Andrew

It's like, I would envision just the most menacing looking version of TK and then it just pans out, he's like half the size of Don, like holding him away, holding him away with his hand.

Magic

Just flailing arms trying.

Andrew

Could do this all day.

1:42:30

Fuboo

Right, I have here a voiceline of YB for Day 5, so let me play that..

(Space - It's so soft I couldn't fucking hear it even on max volume. I think it involves water or.. gargling? Maybe a drowning scene. Maybe he's singing? It's too soft.)

1:44:55

Kat

He's obsessed with his dental hygiene.

Fuboo

Yes exactly! He's super proud of his teeth.

1:46:00

Kat

A questions asks

"What does Peter do with his teeth after -that- route?"

Fuboo

After that route? I think we all know what uh.. what you're referring to..?

Kat

Well I'm assuming it's the one where he pulls out his teeth.

Fuboo

Yeap

Andrew (Don)

Puts them in the special teeth box

Magic (TK)

It's all lined with velvet and everything.

Andrew

Or just.. it's just a soggy cardboard box.

1:47:10

Fuboo

Is Peter human? Yes. Yes he is.

Magic (TK)

Sub-human.

Fuboo

Well they are their own version of-

Kat

He's human in his world.

(DOODLE DONE)

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1:47:35

Fuboo

Right now we're going to doodle TK in high school.

Magic (TK)

I imagine TK would have been very preppy.

Kat

Like borderline popular but just popular enough to not get severely abused by the populace.

Fuboo

Like nah this one's cool guys, let's leave them.

Magic

The admired popular, not the uh stuck up popular.

Fuboo 

Yeah

Kat

Yeah

Magic

Not like Regina George popular more like Kim Possible popular.

1:48:40

Kat

This question asks

"What languages does Peter speak?"

And I think that he, if I remember right, he speaks only English, very slight Spanish and will learn literally whatever YN speaks as like a main or second language.

Fuboo

Uh yes. As his way of communicating with the player better.

1:49:45

Magic (TK)

Oh damn this TK is looking awfully similar to your avatar, I can't help but think this is self insert!

Fuboo

No, no it's not, it's not supposed to be! Would it help if I get rid of the hat?

Magic

Nah, keep the hat.

Fuboo

Keep the hat, okay. It's not supposed to...

Magic 

Keep the hat, we must never see what's underneath that.

Fuboo

It's Double D from Ed Edd and Eddy all over again.

1:50:35

Kat

Does Peter still have his wisdom teeth or have they been removed?

Fuboo

He still has his wisdom teeth. His mouth is actually big enough to where it's like

"Oh okay well, they're growing just fine, so they're not a threat to your health."

1:51:50

Magic (TK)

Speaking of uh high school versions of the character, my honest thought was that TK would have been a bully, kind of similar to like Liz Lemon from 30 Rock.

1:52:00

Kat

If Peter's mouth is big enough to keep his wisdom teeth, is it big enough to have YN's head in it? He can just eat YN whole apparently

Magic

Don't, you'll encourage that fanfic!

Fuboo

You guys hear that?

1:52:40

Fuboo

No more in the stream please, although I can easily imagine Peter opening up his mouth and then just closing on YN's head.

Magic (TK)

Imagined it like a scene from um American Dead where the alien just like, just slowly moves and then engulfs the head..

1:53:40

Kat

There's a question from somebody who I can't pronounce,

"Is Peter allergic to anything except peanuts?"

Fuboo

Nope just peanuts.

Kat

And it's not even a deathly allergic allergy to peanuts, he'll just be in pain but he won't die.

Magic (TK)

Intolerance.

Kat

Yeah!

Fuboo

Unless it's really expired peanut oil then uh.. be careful what you cook with.

1:54:20

Kat

What would Peter do if YN's really awkward, sorry.

Fuboo

If YN's really awkward?

1:54:45

Kat 

It's his first time kissing, leave him alone.

Magic (TK)

He's that bad!

Fuboo

The bite of '87!

1:55:00

Fuboo

But yeah if YN was awkward, Peter would try to approach them in a comfortable manner.

1:55:10

Magic (TK)

Oh, here's a tough one. What would be the one thing YN would do to just end all attraction that Peter has 

Fuboo

Um.. probably abuse him physically?

Andrew (Don)

Invest in crypto.

Fuboo

Invest in crypto!

Magic

I would have imagined it would just be just, being indifferent, just like, oh.. yeah.. and then just ignore.

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( Magus : You know there's.. there's being disappointed but at this point, that's... that's just a completely different character.

The idea of having my love, the very CORE of my being just.. ripped away from me, based on my creator's whims.. or because a lot of people I don't care about online asked for it, I feel sick.

I'm glad I got out. )

( I can easily see TK losing feelings for stuff like that since he has more of a casual crush and isn't literally MADE TO LOVE YOU, but YB?

It's like saying cats are herbivores, it's just.. it's just gone so far that instead of being mad you're just staring at the other person like... what ?

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With the MAJOR ways game YB is being changed over time, this is why I put the disclaimer that my own YB is based on the Tumblr, NOT the game.

At this point Game YB is just a kidnapper who gets stabby when you don't indulge his every fantasy.

He doesn't even love you for you, he just wants you to be the version of you that only exists in his head, and when you can't or won't he'll hurt you. )

( Magus : I feel humiliated being associated with this guy. )

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1:56:00

Fuboo

How many days will there be in the future YB?

Your Girlfriend will also have five days. Um, the uh.. spinoff, I haven't decided yet so we'll just, we'll just wait and see.

1:56:30

Fuboo

How long did Peter stalk YN before asking them out?

Maybe three months, maybe four years, who knows. Peter always gives you a different answer if you ask him so.

1:56:50

Magic (TK)

Okay there's actually a funny question on here from um Laurence C. Would TK spend their free time cyberbullying children?

Funny thing about that is I used to go on Roblox and just troll children on there.

Fuboo

I don't imagine TK doing that though.

1:58:00

Kat

Is there any specific smell that Peter likes or cologne he prefers?

Magic (TK)

Odor YN *laughs*

Kat

Your laundry.

1:59:35

Magic (TK)

Is this Don in high school?

Fuboo

Oh my gosh, high school Don. He was in a musical *laughs*

Kat

Oh no, was he like John Travolta in Greece?

Magic

No it was um, whatever, he was singing I Dreamed a Dream because he went to an old boy's school.

Kat

Oh for fuck's sake.

2:02:00

Magic (TK)

You know just looking at this um thing you're drawing, just the story I'm thinking of behind it, just..

Just working the fashion and in the background just, Peter got nervous, um, was asked to share a kiss, got nervous, just opened wide and Don's just like

"Don't eat them, they haven't paid their rent yet.."

[beah388love]

Just Breathe With Me

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Legend Masterlist

Pairing: Reggie Kray x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have an asthma attack…

Warnings: Asthma attack,reader has asthma,swearing,bad language,alcohol,smoking!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

Reggie knew about my asthma so he never smoked around me and if he did, it would be outside or I’d be able to go away so i wouldn’t breathe it in.

My asthma isn’t that bad…but when it is it’s the worst it can be.

Reggie invited me to his club the Esmeralda and of course I said yes.

———

Reggie knocked on the door of my house and my dad opened it…glaring..he still isn’t very fond of him yet.

“Y/n! Reg is here!” My dad yelled

“Ello’ how have you bee-“ Reggie got cut off by my dad “cut the small talk out. Take care of my daughter tonight or your dead kray.” My dad glared with his arms crossed on his chest.

“she’s in safe hands I swear” Reggie nodded.

“Alright, let’s go, Bye dad I luv you!” I rushed out and gave him a kiss on the cheek before following Reggie to his car.

“I love you too, call me if you need me” my dad replied and I nodded with a smile.

“God he hates me” Reggie bit a smile as he started the car.

“Eh’ hell get used to ya don’t worry.” I giggled giving him a little nudge on the arm.

“Whatever you say dove” Reggie chuckled resting a hand on my thigh.

Once we got to his club there were people smoking outside,I held my breath in and he rested his hand on my back as we walked in.

As soon as we went inside, we was met with light smoke from outside and music,people talking and laughing.

“Y/n!” A voice called from the bar and I turned around stopping Reggie and gasped.

“Dottie what are you doing here?!” I smiled as she rushed over to me.

“I have a date with a bloke called Joe…he’s getting us drinks right now, wanna join us? A double date?” She asked excitedly and I looked over to Reggie for confirmation if wanted to and he lightly nodded with a smile so we headed over to where she was sitting.

“Oh look he’s he comes now” she smiled and Reggie looked over and what do ya know? It was Joe from his firm.

“Joe?” He said and Joe was confused.

“Joe this is my best friend y/n I was telling you about!” Dottie smiled and Joe paused “wait you meant y/n?” He smiled.

“So we all know eachother?” Joe asked shocked and we all nodded.

We were all chatting and drinking and for some reason, somebody opened the window and was smoking inside next to the window.

But the smoke was floating over to where we was sitting.

I could feel it. I could feel my breathing getting more uneven as the night went on.

It was only much later that Dottie noticed first.

“Hey y/n are you alright? You look really pale?” She asked me and I nodded

“Yeah I’m fine dot, don’t worry” I said even though I wasn’t, I felt like I could barely breathe.

I was getting a tiny breath every minute or so.

Reggie and Joe went to go grab drinks and I felt my lungs growing tighter and tighter.

“Dot…” I muttered panicked.

“Yeah..? Y/n? Are you alright?” She asked me and I just shook my head and grabbed my bag.

“I- can’t breathe” I managed to get out as I held my throat.

“Shit! Fuck.. uh-?! What do I do?” She asks me panicking and I couldn’t even respond i kept coughing. It wouldn’t stop, my throat hurt so bad.

I was rummaging around in my bag but I couldn’t find my asthma pump anywhere.

“Where’s your pump? It must be in here somewhere!” Dottie said as she took my bag off me and looked for it herself.

Reggie and Joe came back with drinks.

“You alright dot?” Joe asked because she was chucking everything out of my bag.

“No! I can’t find y/n’s asthma pump and she needs it!” She rushed out panicked

My face was pale and purple and my hands were cold and blue.

I couldn’t breathe and it was getting worse every second, I haven’t had an asthma attack as bad as this since I was a child and I had to go to the ER.

Reggie looked at me worried and quickly fumbled with his suit pocket and pulled out an extra asthma pump.

He handed it to me and I quickly took it and tried my hardest to suck in a ‘breath’ but it was more of a cough and I held the pump to my mouth and breathed in.

I felt the air rush into my veins and I felt a little better so I breathed in again and pressed again repeating the process and I could finally breathe again.

I sighed in relief and handed the pump back to Reggie.

“You alright,just breathe with me yeah?” Reggie said and began doing breaths with me calmly.

And my breathing was back to normal.

“Thank god! Where’d you get that pump from?” Dottie asked reg

“I got one after she told me she had asthma just in case.” Reggie said as he held me close under his arm.

“Well it as bloody good thing, I thought you was gonna die on me!” Dottie held her hand to her chest panicked.

“Right well, if it’s alright we’ll be goin’ now guys” Reggie said and we all stood up. Dottie nodded “yeah I’ve gotta get home too bye Joe, bye guys” she smiled waving and we headed off not long after too.

Whilst Reggie drove me back home, “thank you for helping me tonight Reggie..and I found it sweet you got an extra pump for me just Incase” I smiled at him and I saw him smiling too.

“Don’t thank me dove..it’s what I’m for…it came in handy anyway” he smiled and gave my thigh a squeeze.

“I love you Reggie” I said not being able to hold back my massive smile and he grinned

“I love you even more dove” he said back softly.

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on a scale of "yeah she suffers a lot in the first semester but things get better!" to "you could set this to the tune of it's a hard knock life" how much does el suffer in the school year? (it makes me hope she doesnt get knocked out by the magift disc during the tournament)

“It’s a hard knock life, for us! ‘Stead of treated, we’re tricked! ‘Stead of kisses, we’re kicked! It’s the hard knock life!”

I wanna say October and December will be the worst of it. October is definitely going to be #1 biggest bad, considering Playful Land, and the kidnapping Jamil pulls is high up as #2 since she ends up deprived of her medicine and literally ends up nearly dying AGAIN if not for Azul being “prepared for everything” and having the right potion on him in case of a situation where it would come in handy since he, too, is now aware of the insanity El gets into on a daily basis.

Like October is one bad thing after another- the Overblot, Playful Land, the Magicam Monsters (Endless Night is actually a vacation for her lol) - but December, when Jamil has her locked up and is forcing her to march in the desert without water and her meds in an effort to frame Kalim? It’s ROUGH. A rescue can only help one so much and baby girl is probably out of puffs. (Legit, nebulizing CARRIES you through the day more often than not, if especially bad you have to nebulize twice or even thrice, but inhalers get you through only a couple hours before you start to hurt as your lungs get sore and it gets harder and harder to breathe. And only being able to use the rescue and none of your daily medicine? Sheer agony.)

Eleanora is literally on her last legs when they steal the magic carpet and escape, she straight up freaking collapses into Jade and Floyd, asthma attacking as it’s been days without nebulizing and daily inhalers and just… having a full on melt down because she CAN’T anymore, she can’t handle it, she’s at her wits end, she has tried and tried and tried and kept pushing forward but this is the breaking point and she is DONE. Please don’t let them get her don’t let them drag her back she can’t do this anymore she’s scared and it hurts and oh gods they’re going to kill her please don’t let them get her she can’t go back this exact situation is WHY she wanted to stay in Halloween Town, why why why did she listen to Sandy Claws and Mr. Horns- oh gods dying.

Jade and Floyd gonna be having Playful Land FLASHBACKS and Azul is gonna be shooketh because he’s never seen Eleanora break down like this. (I think Adeuce, Lilia, and Mal are the only ones who’ve actually seen El breakdown so far? But this is way worse. She’s just straight BROKEN.)

Jade and Floyd, seeing Eleanora dying from asphyxiation: “Oh- OH NOPE NO NOT AGAIN OH SHIT. Azul!? AZUL-“

Azul, bursting back into the room; “IT’S ALL GOOD, BOYS, I HAVE THE POTION!!! She’s not dying before I can repay my debt! I still need to even our chess score!”

*Scarabia students come breaking into the room afterwards*

Jade and Floyd: “Ah, so they have chosen death.”

But yeah.

October and Scarabia are the worst for El. Ignihyde will hurt in the sense it’s a betrayal? (She really hecking trust Idia and Ortho by that point) And Diasomnia will also be emotionally upsetting. But physically, October and Scarabia are the worst, Octavinelle and Pomfiore are pretty chill, Ignihyde and Diasomnia will be emotional damage.

October: Traumatizing and literally fatal

November: More annoyed than anything

December: Breaking Point

January-Early February: Pretty chill, save for Rollo

February-Early March: Betrayal

April: Sad but very determined

[candied-peach]

ao3: "hazardous to my health" rating: T warnings: prinxiety, allergic reactions genre: hurt/comfort description: Virgil has an allergic reaction on the way home. Roman isn't panicking about it at all, why do you ask?

The soap bottle's label is green.

Virgil squints at it suspiciously. Roman's washing his hands at the next sink, blissfully oblivious to the war waging inside his partner. Virgil hates not being able to wash their hands. Hot water doesn't feel like it's enough. However-

Gingerly, he picks up the soap bottle, peering at the label. It proudly lists 'with aloe' like it's some kind of accomplishment, and Virgil drops it like he's been burned. No, thank you. Hot water, it is. He looks around for a paper towel dispenser, not realizing his eyes have just scanned right past it.

"Well, that's a no," he grumbles to Roman, as his boyfriend finishes up washing his hands. Roman looks at him curiously, grabbing a paper towel from the other dispenser and handing it to Virgil.

"What?" Roman asks. Virgil points at the soap while drying their hands.

"It has aloe in it," he explains.

"Oh no," Roman says, dismayed. Virgil glances down at the damp paper towel in his hands, then back up at Roman.

"I hope that doesn't bite me in the ass later," Virgil says. "You washed your hands with it-"

"Virgil," Roman says, looking distressed. Virgil shrugs as he balls the paper towel up and throws it out.

"I've never reacted before to something like that," Virgil reassures his boyfriend. "It'll be fine." To prove it, they lace their fingers in with Roman's as they leave the gas station restroom. Roman needs coffee to make it the rest of the way and Virgil wanders the aisles a little bit, trying to find something he might want to eat. He's not having much luck, though. 

As Virgil buckles himself back into the car and rearranges his Mothman blanket around him, his hands start itching.

It has to be psychosomatic, Virgil thinks, trying to reassure himself. I'm just freaked out by the fact aloe is everywhere, trying to kill me. I didn't even wash my hands with the soap. It'll be fine. 

Five minutes later, Virgil knows it is most emphatically not fine. He itches everywhere. He doesn't see any super dramatic outbreak of hives, but he itches and there are red splotches on his hands that weren't there before.

"Virgil, I'm sorry," Roman says, glancing at him every few minutes out of the corner of his eyes.

"It's okay," Virgil says. He glances at the dashboard. They still have an hour to go. He doesn't have any allergy medication on him. Oh no. A cough breaks free before they can stifle it, but they don't pay any attention to it. The weather's cold, and his asthma always plays up a little in cold weather.

"You're worrying me," Roman says bluntly.

"I'm okay, I swear," Virgil says, scratching his scalp with both hands. He coughs again, muffling it in his sleeve. The sun glares down at them and the snow-covered landscape.

"I'm so sorry," Roman says. Virgil shakes their head.

"It's okay," they say again. "I didn't think I'd actually react to that. It's never been that bad before." Another cough interrupts him.

"You haven't coughed this entire trip," Roman points out. Virgil opens his mouth, ready to defend his asthma, when the words sink in, and panic flares to life.

Because they've stopped before. It's been this cold, or colder, at their previous stops.

And Roman is right.

"I wish I had Benadryl or something," Virgil mutters. His throat feels...weird. Not like swelling shut or anything, but breathing feels weirdly laborious in a way he doesn't want to think about. He coughs again, scratching his arm through his jacket. 

"Drink something," Roman implores, and Virgil grabs his Mountain Dew bottle out of the cup holder, twirling off the cap and taking a deep swallow. It soothes his throat a little. 

They pass a dollar store and Roman pulls into the parking lot. Virgil stares at him in mild confusion, absently scratching one cheek.

"I'm gonna get you allergy stuff," Roman promises. "Do you want to stay here?" Virgil nods. Roman locks his car door behind him, leaving the car running, and Virgil nearly reaches over to unlock it again. Worry strums his nerve endings. The anxiety is not helping him breathe. He googles aloe allergy symptoms and ends up glaring at his phone when it tells him that true aloe allergies or sensitivities are very rare, and promises him multiple articles on how to use aloe to treat allergies.

"Fuck off," he grumbles, shutting off his phone screen and leaning back in his seat. They cough again, and he glances at the store doors every time they open, praying to see Roman come rushing back out. Two people come out before Roman does, and he promptly unlocks Roman's door, giving him pleading eyes as he tries to scratch a particularly itchy spot on his back.

"Benadryl extra strength?" Virgil reads, ripping the box open after glancing at the directions. This one said only one tablet, so he follows the instructions, swallowing one with another sip of his Mountain Dew.

"Yes," Roman says. "And I uh, tried to get you some other allergy stuff?" Virgil peeks in the bag to see some kind of wipes. He glances at the ingredients list, just to make sure, and dissolves into creaky laughter.

"Roman, these have aloe in them," Virgil points out, wheezing in his laughter. Roman looks at them in dismay.

"I was panicking!" Roman explains. "I'm sorry, I didn't see aloe on the ingredients, I-"

"It's okay," Virgil assures him. "I always knew you wanted to kill me and make it look like an accident," he teases. Roman turns red.

"I'm sorry, I just- and I looked at so many, too, but they all had aloe," Roman laments. "I thought those would be okay since they're for babies."

"I guess they hate babies," Virgil says solemnly, making Roman snort despite himself.

"It'll be okay," Virgil adds, as Roman pulls back into the street.

"I'm still tempted to look up the nearest hospital," Roman says. Virgil shakes their head.

"I don't want to," he admits.  "Not- not yet? Give the Benadryl a chance to do something. But it will probably make me sleepy. Benadryl always knocks me out."

"That's okay," Roman says. "As long as you're okay."

Virgil still itches, but his cough has slowly started to go away. His chest still feels weird in a way he doesn't like, but he privately decides he won't say anything yet, not unless the Benadryl has fully gotten a chance to work and it's still there. Fatigue weighs him down, pressing him into his seat. They only got a few hours of sleep the night before anyway, deciding not to take their sleep meds just in case, because they didn't want to oversleep and miss check out time at the hotel.

Virgil slips in and out of a doze, listening to the miles unspooling beneath the wheels and the road trip playlist softly blare on the speakers. The sun slips below the horizon by the time Virgil opens his eyes properly, relieved to feel that the heaviness in his chest has dissipated.

"How are you feeling?" Roman asks, noticing him stir.

"Better," Virgil says sleepily. "How far now?"

"We're almost home," Roman promises them. Virgil nods, drowsy. "Just about ten or fifteen more minutes. We need dinner. Want me to go through Taco Bell or something?"

"Yeah, okay," Virgil mumbles, eyes struggling to stay open. "Sounds good to me."

Virgil perseveres through the next several minutes, relief flooding them when they see familiar landmarks and road signs. Being with Roman is always good, but he's glad they're nearly home.

"You should take a shower when we get home," Roman says. "Make sure you don't have any aloe residue or something anymore."

"Okay," Virgil agrees. "Help me?"

"Of course," Roman says softly. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Virgil says. He still faintly itches, but it's easy to ignore now.

"And I'm washing my hands with different soap before I hold your hand again or touch you," Roman says firmly. Virgil's bottom lip pushes out into a pout.

"Roman," he wheedles. "Come on..."

"No," Roman says. "I'm not giving you another allergic reaction." Virgil crosses their arms over their chest, pretending to sulk.

"You're so mean to me," he jokingly complains.

"I'm sorry I don't want to kill you?" Roman says, as he pulls into their driveway. A smile blooms on Virgil's face before they can stop it.

They're home.

[idolish7imagines]

Could I request Riku and TRIGGER with an s/o who makes them snack boxes like the ones you get from Sakuraco, Tokyo Treat, or Bokksu?

If you don't know what Tokyo Treat, Bokksu, and/or Sakuraco are, they're a team of people who make and deliver Japanese snack boxes that contain a variety of different snacks (Sakuraco does traditional snacks while the other two contain regular snacks like chips and sodas) to people far and wide.

Riku and TRIGGER with an s/o who makes them snack boxes

A/N: im sorry these are so short! The first time i tried writing for this one all my stuff got deleted but i hope you still enjoy it!

::

Nanase Riku

Riku's mouth waters whenever he sees the snack box you've prepared for him

He's so thankful his asthma doesn't flare up with certain foods...as far as he's aware

Riku definitely has his favorite snacks out of all that you packed, and straightforwardly requests you always include them, plus he likes it more when you eat it together! Just on the couch relaxing and eating your snacks after his day at work

Sometimes he shares with the rest of the group and sometimes Tamaki takes some without getting permission first, prompting Iori to tell him to hide his snack box unless some of it needs to be refrigerated

He'll never pressure you to make one, as they feel more like gifts out of love than obligation

Riku's favorite treat is the mochi!

Kujo Tenn

With how busy he is, he still recognizes that a balanced lunch is essential, yet sometimes doesn't get the chance to make one, so when you generously surprise him with food, he's left almost speechless

He feels like he owes you, and promises to at least make you one homemade meal in return whenever he gets the chance to

Did i mention he's in love with you--whether eating it at your house or at work, he truly starts to feel like you two are family. If you keep this up he may consider moving in with you to have your cooking everyday

Tenn really enjoys the authentic Japanese candy and teas. It soothes both his sweet tooth and calms him depending on what kind of tea it is

He gets a bit shy (and annoyed-) if one of his group members notice that he's eating one of your snack boxes, especially if its filled with sweets and candy with cute mascots on it

His favorite treat is the Hakata Minorika Strawberry Chocolate

Yaotome Gaku

You're making lunch for him like the two of you are married? Are you trying to make him pass away?

He'd eat anything you make for him even if its bad (which it thankfully isn't)

Gaku especially enjoys them on dance practice days where he's significantly tired and needs a pick-me-up, usually eating them while sitting on the floor of the room (and thinking about you-)

Sometimes he'll use excuses to brag;

"Oh Gaku, did you want to go out to get something to eat?"

"No I'm good, (Y/N) packed a lunch for me."

He always promises he'll save you some to share for when he gets home and ends up eating it all, but at least its a compliement that he did

His favorite is the Hokkaido Jaga Pakupaku

Ryunosuke Tsunashi

one day he surprises you with a lunch box of his own for you!

It isn't snacks though, its hot food thats probably more suited for dinner, but he felt thats what he was better at cooking.

Aside from that, its adorable how his face lights up when opening your lunch boxes to eat, whether you're there to see it or not. His fellow group members have even start to be able to tell before or after he's eaten it

He's a bit biased now and would rather have your lunch boxes than lunch anywhere else when on his break

Since youre always making lunches for him, you two have an agreement (suggest by him since he feels you're doing a lot by providing him with them nearly daily) that he cooks dinner for you when he has time just to make it fair

His favorite is the dog cookie box!

[avengerscompound]

The Interview - Chapter 3

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating:  E

Warnings:  Drinking, sexual innuendo

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count:   2108

Summary:  Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America.  Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 3

“Rough night?”

Melody blinked up bleary-eyed and foggy-headed, right into the smiling face of Steve Rogers.  She was mortified.  Now on top of the killer hangover, she was nursing, she also had the supreme embarrassment of Captain America seeing her like this.  It was completely unprofessional given that she was on your way to interview him right now.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she groaned.  “You weren’t supposed to see me like this.” 

Steve chuckled and shook his head.  “Don’t worry about it.  We’ve all been there.  And I’m friends with Tony Stark.  I’m not thrown off by someone struggling after a night on the town.” 

“I know but - oh god - it’s so unprofessional.  It wasn’t planned.  My cousin wanted to take me out to congratulate me for the interview and then she served me absinthe…”

Steve immediately started laughing.  “Well, that was your first mistake.”

“You’ve had absinthe?” she asked, a little surprised. 

“Well - no.  I mean - yes.  Okay, it’s complicated,” he said.

“We have a train ride to Brooklyn to talk,” she said.  “It doesn’t have to be on the record.”

“No, it can be,” he said.  “I’ve tried it.  I know the whole process.  But I was a super soldier by then, which means I metabolize things fast so I didn’t experience the effects, but I did get to witness how it affected the soldiers I was drinking with.”

“Was that during the war?” she asked.

“Yeah, we were in France, having some time off.  It was - well - soldiers, you know?” Steve said.

The thought of the war and soldiers drinking hallucinogenic cocktails made another thing pop into her head.  “Hey, when you were a kid did they still have cocaine in Coke?”

“Trace amounts from memory.  Not enough that you could feel it.  I’d have to look that up though.  But if you’re asking because you’re wondering if Captain America has consumed cocaine, yeah - I have.  They used it as pain relief.  Heroin too.  And those asthma cigarettes you talked about last time often had cannabis in them.  Things were different back then, but we’ve spoken about that.”

She shook her head.  “And how…” she laughed.

“I am just a guy.  I’m not perfect. I try to do the right thing, but I can’t pretend I always know what that is.  I have a moral compass, and sometimes when I learn more information that compass changes.  I’ve always believed consenting adults should be able to love each other freely and without interference.  I have always believed that people should have a minimum standard of living that’s met even if they’re unable to work.  That means homes, food, electricity, running water, and medical care.  I have always believed that people should be free to worship whatever god they choose - or not - as long as that worship doesn’t interfere with others or harm them.  But the nuances of those things - they’re not always clear.  Things aren’t black and white.  And I’m not an altar boy.  I drink.  I go to parties with my friends.  I even swear.” 

“And you talk about circumcision with strangers,” she said.

He started laughing and his cheeks flushed pink.  “That too.”

“Does it bother you that people see you as some kind of perfect angel?” she asked.

Steve paused to think about the question.  “No.  Generally, I don’t mind how people see me.  They can love me or hate me.  They can think I’m secretly a complete deviant.  What bothers me is when they do that and corrupt the message.  I don’t like when they think I’d be against immigrants because I wear a flag.  Or worse, they think that because they believe I wouldn’t do something, it means I would stop other people from doing it.  Does that make sense?”

“I think so,” she said.  “Like say them decided you wouldn’t have an abortion, and therefore others can’t get an abortion…”

“When I’m pro-choice,” he said.  “Exactly,”

“And are you pro-choice?” she asked.

“I am.  We have body autonomy in this country.  It extends to that too,” he said.

Melody smiled up at him, the conversation had gone a long way to alleviate the hangover.  It was like taking a two-dimensional picture and having it fill out into three-dimensional space.  She liked how the full picture looked.  It was funny, she hadn’t realized that she had formed her own biases toward the man that carried the shield.  The fact he was pro-choice surprised her, but if she thought about it, she wasn't even sure why.

She wondered if there were any other biases she was holding about him.

Melody and Steve switched to more casual banter for the remainder of the trip and got out together when they reached Brooklyn.  “So what’s the plan?” Steve asked as they headed up the stairs and into the sunshine.

“We’re meeting the staff photographer at a bagel place a few blocks down.  He wants to take some photos of you in places you recognize.  I don’t know if the building you grew up in is still here or your school maybe?  Anything that gives you strong feelings of nostalgia I guess?  As for the interview - well you’re welcome to just tell me stories or I’ll ask questions to prod you.  I’m looking for the story of Steve Rogers before he became Captain America and what led you to sign up for the program.”

Steve nodded.  “That’s doable,” he said.  “I’ve got plenty of stories to tell.  I should have brought Bucky with me.  Maybe he’d have helped.”

“You’re more than welcome to bring him along to one of these if you want to,” she said.

“I’ll let him know,” Steve said.  “Well - the first thing you should probably know is I got into a lot of fights.  You point to a spot and I probably started something I couldn’t finish there.”

“Don’t tell me Steve Rogers was a bully?” she said.

Steve laughed and shook his head.  He had shoved his hands in his pockets and hunched forward a little like he was trying to make himself smaller and less noticeable.  Up until now, he’d done things to disguise his features.  He’d put on a hat or glasses, but he walked tall.  This was the first time he seemed to want to hide his size.  “No.  Not at all.  I didn’t like bullies so I was always stepping in when I saw something that didn’t seem right.  Bullying.  Harassment.  That kind of thing.  But I also got bullied a lot.  You know being the little runt that I was, my parents had me selling newspapers when I was only very young.  And kids from the neighborhood would often jump me for them and the money I was making.”

“Why were you selling papers when you were so young?” she asked, knowing full well the larger overarching answer but wanting him to tell the story without being led.

“My parents moved here from Ireland after my dad served in World War I.  They both had work and things were going well, so they had me.  Then later they had another son.”

She pulled a file out of your messenger bag and flicked through it.  “I don’t remember you having any siblings.”

“Ah - only the really big Captain America fans know that little tidbit.  My folks didn’t even get a chance to name him officially.  He died after a couple of days.  It hit Dad hard.  He was already disappointed by how sick I was, and then to have another son die so soon - it destroyed him.  He started drinking.  Then the depression hit and he was the first to lose his job.  There wasn’t much work going for people like him and so he spiralled.  He was angry all the time.  He hit my mom regularly.  So I tried selling papers to take the burden off her.  He died in 1926 from the flu.  I was eight.”

Melody put her hand on his arm, forgetting for a moment she was interviewing him, and seeing him just a man who’d had a violent childhood that was opening up to her.  “I’m so sorry, Steve,” she said.

He turned his head and smiled at her.  There was sadness in it, but there was more than that too.  Gratitude maybe?  Hope?  “That’s something I wish I could help more with.  I want to help people trapped in abusive family situations by making it safe and easy for them to leave.  The way things are now, that’s not often the case.  I feel like America has come forward so much since I was born, and yet I also feel like there are people who are trying to push it back into the dark ages again, and in many ways, they seem to be winning.”

“Yeah.  Two steps forward one step back.  People rail against change,” Melody agreed.  “And the more accepting one part of society gets, the more closed off and angry the other side gets.” 

They arrived at the bagel shop and looked around for Peter Parker, the kid who’d be taking photos of Steve today.  True to form, he came running around the corner and down some steps he had no reason to be on in the first place and was pulling on his clothes like he forgot to dress on the way out of his house that day.  “Hey!” he called. “I’m here! I’m here!  Sorry!”

“It’s okay, Pete,” Melody assured the mousey teen.  “We just got here.”  She turned to Steve.  “Steve Rogers, this is Peter Parker, our photographer.  Pete, this is Steve…”

“I know,” Peter said, holding out his hand to shake Steve’s.  “Of course.  It’s such an honor, sir.  I’m Peter.  Peter Parker.”

“Yes,” Steve said, stifling a laugh as he shook Peter’s hand.  “She said.”

“Oh right.  Of course.  Sorry.”  Peter was making no move to stop shaking Steve’s hand and Steve looked at him, bemused.

“Peter.  Are you ready?” Melody asked.

Peter looked down at his hands and then up at Steve before quickly dropping them.  “Right.  Sorry.  Yep.  Where do we want to do this?”

“Well right down there is where I met Bucky,” Steve suggested.

“That’s a great idea,” she agreed.  “Lead the way.”

Steve led them down to a small alley.  “I was getting beaten up by some bullies who wanted me to pay them for crossing the street.  Bucky came in swinging and we have been friends ever since.”

“You two are very close.  The two of you have to be so different from when you first met.  Was rebuilding that relationship hard when you found him again after all those years?” Melody asked as Peter snapped some candids of Steve.

Steve frowned and his hand went to his hair.  “It was.  You’re right.  We both have changed so much.  People often say he’s a different person now, but so am I. But deep down we have those core things that made us who we are.  He sometimes thinks he doesn’t have it, but he does.”  He paused and looked down the alley.  “He still steps in and saves those little guys who are being picked on by people much bigger than them.”

Peter guided Steve into some posed shots by the alley and then both men looked at Melody.  “Where to now?” Peter asked.

“What do you think, Steve?  What about where you went to school?” you asked. 

“Sure.  George Washington High is here but I’m not sure about Auburndale Art School,” Steve said.  Peter got out his phone and started googling it right away. 

“You went to art school?” she asked.

“Oh yeah,” he said.  “Besides getting my ass kicked, art was my real passion.  I still draw.”

“Really?  Do you think I could see some of your art?” she asked.

“Sure,” Steve said.  “I’ll bring some next time.  Though you need to be nice.  I don’t show too many people.”

“Don’t worry,” she said.  “I don’t want James Barnes to come kick my ass for bullying his friend.”

Steve started laughing and he nudged her arm.  “Thanks.  I appreciate that.”

He paused for a second and looked between Melody and Peter.  “I just had an idea,” he said.  “I might be able to find the spot where they gave me the serum in the first place.  What about that for more photos?”

Peter looked as excited as Melody felt.  She did still want to go to the building he grew up in and his school, but if the secret headquarters for the Strategic Scientific Reserve was still there - it was too good to pass up.  She grinned at Steve. “Let’s do it.”

// NEXT

[oliviqzxz]

Part one of my spiderxreader fic!

You have been born on pandora, being daughter of Jake Sully and Neytiri. Sadly, you were born with a heart defect and you have asthma. You cannot run, play or do anything like the other Sully kids, but Neteyam, Tuk, and Kiri are really nice about it and try to help you cope, especially Kiri. You guys are sisters and best friends. You like your childhood friend, Spider, but you think that he’s out-of-your-league. 

“Kiri… I’ve told you a billion times that he WOULDN'T like me… he would prefer you over me.” You say to Kiri as you guys sit in the sand.

“Noo you’ve got it all wrong. He does like you, I swear! He has told me,” Kiri exclaims. “You should go ask him out!”

You gaped at her. Does she really expect me to have all that confidence? “No wait, I think you are mistaken, Kiri but my low confidence will not allow that.” Kiri just laughed. “Silly, if you want to date him but you have low confidence, then i'll help you!”

Just then, Spider walks in with Lo’ak.

“Oh hey, monkey boy!” Kiri says jokingly as he sits down next to you.

“Oh, shut up, don’t call me that.” Spider says, but still laughing.

“Hi, Spider!” You say to him. He smiles and returns the greeting. But you notice how he looks at Kiri. What if he likes her? You feel kinda rejected at the though. But, Kiri pays no attention to Spider and looks at you mischievously. Kiri whispers something into Lo’ak ear, and after that, they just leave, laughing and everything. Ohh NOO… i know what she is planning. Looking awkwardly at each other, you and spider think of topics to talk about. Finally, Spider says,” So how's it going? Are you getting better lately?” He smiles and looks at you, but you couldn’t help but turn away as you start blushing.

“Oh yea i am getting better. But I still can’t really keep up with yall.” You sighed, wishing you were able to do what you wanted to do.

He puts his arm around you reassuringly. Your face becomes red and you look away, hoping that he can’t see. “Y/n, look at me! Are you blushing or something?” He laughs and shifts so he can see your face. “Just shut up…” you muttered.

Suddenly, Kiri comes out of nowhere behind you, and says,” You know that she likes you, right, Spider?” *Spider starts blushing madly and can’t comprehend anything anymore*

“W-wait… You do like me?” Spider asks. 

“Uhm… yea i do. I’ve been trying to tell you for a long time.” You say. He suddenly takes off the mask and leans in, “Spid-“ you start to say, but you were caught by surprise as Spider kissed you on the cheek. You blush and turn away. 

Spider laughs at you and says,”You don’t have to be that shy, Y/n.”

“Oh, just shut up.” You reply, turning back to look at him.

Suddenly, Lo’ak pops out from behind you two. “AYO WHAT YOU DOING WITH SPIDER?!?! Y'ALL REALLY FLIRTING WIT EACH OTHER?!?!?” Kiri kicks him in the knees, forcing him to shut up. He walks over and kicks Kiri. “Oh, shut up, go away. I have something to deal with right now.”

Lo’ak walks away, clearly disappointed.

“Sorry about Lo’ak.” Kiri says, smiling mischievously. “So… are y’all together now?”

“Omg, shut up already.” You mutter while blushing and looking away.

“Haha, im just joking, y/n!” Kiri laughs