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Captain price Drabble for my babes that have nightmares <33

As someone who is going through a bunch of medical shit rn for nightmares and PTSD attacks, you are not alone !!! And I know a lot of times it feels like there is nothing helpful to do for it , I wrote this just to hopefully help others and help me too lol ,your not alone :)

Fluff , reader with bad past , scars , PTSD , nightmares, comfort, hurt , angst, mentions of violence , price being the best husband ever fr

Beta reader! @bubuslutty

You normally didn’t have a terrible time sleeping.

You were always in the strong arms of your husband, sometimes too strong.

He really liked to bear hug you, keep you safe, close. As much as he kept you safe, he surely did that, he could not keep you safe from your head. Especially when you slept.

That was a whole different battle, war even.

You lay comfortably in Price’s arms as your cheek lays on his chest, the clock reads about 2:12am. You convinced Price to get regular clock’s because you couldn’t stand military clocks.

Always so hard to read!

Anyways, He’s softly breathing against you, you're both so peaceful, as your mind slips into living hell. You don’t know how you got here, but you're back in that room. That dreadful place.

You start running, immediately, opening doors, yelling for Price. Looking and clawing trying to get out, you're in absolute tears, feeling your chest get short of breath.

Suddenly you turn to see them.

The person you dread most.

You froze, you can barely breathe. You feel yourself shake, soon shaken hard enough you jolt awake.

“Don’t touch me!-“ You yell, jolting awake trying to push whoever is holding you off.

Firm hands grab you tighter and force you to still, “Sweetheart!- Sweetheart listen to me. Listen- it’s me- it’s Price.”

Your eyes flutter around as tears fall from your eyes, your chest heaving heavily.

“Price-?” You whispered, your voice shaky.

Price softly lets go of you, pulling you close instead, holding you.

“Shhh…it’s alright’ love. I’ve gotcha.” He can’t help but feel sad for you. He knows exactly what those dreams are like. Even worse he heard you mumble for him in his dream.

You were looking for him. Crying for him to save you.

And he sadly couldn’t save you from your own mind.

He let you calm down and cry into him.

You mumbled soft things, “They- I was there and- I couldn’t find you- and they-“ You stuttered softly.

John kissed your cheek, “I know. It’s ok, love. They can’t hurt you anymore… If they even give it a think they’ll have a hound of men on their asses, yeah?” He spoke trying to cheer you up.

To let you know you were safe.

You smiled softly through the tears. John always was his best with you… Even with moments like these.

Your hand softly rubs over your past scars and John grabs your hand gently, “None of that now.“ He whispered.

“I know.“ You responded, “I just wish they weren’t there.”

His hand sooths over your back, “Love, scars make you, you. And you’re one tough badass. Probably tougher than me!” He spoke to you softly, his words pulling a smal laugh from you.

“There you are…” he adds.

“I’m no way tougher than you, John.“ your puffy eyes roll at his comment.

“I think you are. You’re tougher than me in different ways, I mean shit- you're better at disciplining my own task force than I am! They're so persistent I can’t get them to shut up sometimes-!” He chuckles against your neck softly.

“They're easy to scare, plus I think I win them over whenever I bring food in, think they're just in their rebellious stage with you, hm?” You look at him smiling.

God, he loves your smile.

“Well shit, I don’t think it's no longer a stage love “ You let out a soft laugh as you learn back looking at him.

“There’s the face I love, hm?” He looks at you , kissing you softly.

You kiss him back before he pulls back cupping your face, “You know I love you, right?”

You pause, “..yes of course I know that, Price. We’re married-“ he cuts you off.

“I know, love. But I’m saying you know I love you, right? And I’d never hurt you. “ You smiled softly, your hands wrapped loosely around his neck, “I know- I know. I love you too, Price baby..” You whispered softly looking at him.

“Good, now… Let’s try and get you some sleep, yeah?... Gotta’ big day tomorrow and I don’t want you not able to function’ “ he lays down with you softly, turning on the tv and letting it play, turning down the volume till it was almost silent.

Just some light and noise to help and you lay in his arms, holding onto him.

[sheeluvsme]

Webb connections!

Hi guys! First like real fic post ig? So I hope I do this right…

This is about spider man - Eddie Munson, it takes place in New York same characters plus Y/N ! I’m going to be keeping the reader gender neutral for all my pookies!

CW/ blood , wounds , angst , cussing , drugs , bugs? (lmk if I missed anything!

Please enjoy!:))

He walked his way up the stairs to his apartment. It was fucking stupid what he just put himself through. Eddie’s head throbbed and everything ached. He had just left the under ground wrestling rink testing out his new powers..

Let me rewind a bit for you.

Powers? Yes powers. He was doing is regular drug deals in the subways of New York City and he was bitten on the hand by a spider..not even a day later he was totally different. His legs longer and stronger, his arms too, he had this weird tingle thing..he didn’t realize what was happening till he went to open his bathroom door to piss and his hand got fucking stuck to the knob. He..he was spider man? Of some sort? He was super freaked out. Not really knowing what to do.. he couldn’t talk to anyone..especially you..

Pst this is when you roll in!

You were quite literally his next door neighbor. You both attended a arts college, you doing a little better then him even though you had completely different courses. Anyways eddie you were quiet close yk? He brought home leftovers from a night out sometimes and gave them to you or he’d give you free weed as payment not to snitch on him to the landlord. [ you never would..but hey free weed ]

Everything that happened to him was WEEKS ago , he was slowly figuring out everything.. and that’s how he ended up were he was. He knew he was exponentially stronger but wanted to put it to the test. He didn’t do too hot against people that have been doing this shit a lot longer then him. Sure he definitely got his good throws in but was still fuckked up. He bled from his nose knuckles and lip about to open his door but grunting realizing he didn’t even have a mes kit. He sauntered over to your door knocking, biteing his inner cheek form the pain from his knuckles.

You opened the door slightly “ hello?- Eddie?!” You yelped looking at his fucked up condition. “Heyy..do you uh. Have a mes kit I can borrow pretty please-“ you open the door grabbing him gently before kicking the door closed with your foot. You help I’m to your love seat in your living room before sighing softly “ Jesus.. stay here I’ll get my mes kit and help.” He rolled his eyes smiling “ hey. I just need to borrow it I can help myself I’m a big boy y/n.” You laughed softly “ sure but your hands are screwed up, let me help you please..” you sigh slightly pleading him. He rolls his eyes shaking his head as you help him take off his jacket. Seeing the bruises on his arms. You look at him confused “ who the hell did this? What were you doing??” He choked for a moment thinking of what to say. “ I was..I was mugged. Yeah- they uh think i didn’t give them what they payed for so they just beat the shit out of me..” he flinched as you cleaned and wrapped his knuckles. You sigh softly “ well knowing you..I know they look just as bad. I’m sorry though- people are such dicks.” You reply as you hover over him and slowly wipe the hair out of his face and began to clean his face. You could see the smug grin on his face as he watches you. “You look pretty at this angle..” you roll your eyes “ your in no position to be flirting right now munson. You just got your shit rocked.” You giggle softly before your face heats up feeling his hands touch your waist pulling you to sit on his lap. “ here..more comfortable for you” you look at him with a small shock before brushing it off. He obviously stared at you. Now he obviously liked you..but you always turned him down, worried about getting distracted from school, worried about managing feelings, or maybe you were just afraid of commitment. You finish up tending to his face before you stand up. “ I’ll grab you some medicine.” You spoke as you quickly got him a bottle of water and meds. He took them being quiet thankful for you. “ if- if I tell you what really happened you won’t freak out right ?” You looked at him confused. “ no..?” You said curiously. You sat down next to him and for the next 45 minutes he spilled almost everything that’s been happening to him to you. You felt honored that he would but also… you did not fucking believe him. “ Eddie. Your not spider man.. this is..all very interesting but I think a therapist is your best bet right now-“ you spoke before he shot a web to the celling pulling him up. You stood there stunned..” that’s..that’s just luck….crawl around..” “ you want me to crawl around on your ceiling?” “ yes!” You spoke and then your jaw DROPED as he did what you said. He drops down walking tords you slowly as you slowly back up. “ Listen-“ he spoke “ hey listen to me!” Your back hit the wall as he stood in front of you. “ I know this all sounds..fucking nuts. But ..I told you because I trust you. You looked at him softly as he looked deeply worried. You spoke softly, “ I .. I won’t tell anyone.. your secret is safe with me.” You smile softly , he slowly returns the smile before softly kissing your forehead. “ do you think I can relax here for a while?” He smiles. “ of course.. I’ll order a pizza “ you return.

HOLY FUCK THAT WAS ALOT BUT LETS HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY IT MUAH