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natty-anne · 2 years

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It's Been A Good Minute Hasn't It...

I'd try to apologize for my MIA but at the same time what I've been going through, dealing with and experiencing isn't deemed necessary of an apology. How do I even give yall a recap?? 🤔🤔🤔

Hmmmm.

Celebrated my daughter's 7th birthday. She makes me feel older but proud at the same time every day with how much she is developing.

Celebrated my 32nd birthday...did I mention feeling older? Haha. Cleansed my body and soul in the ocean waves and thanked the universe for another year of existence and many more.

My 90 year old grandma falling and breaking her hip. Than being a boss lady and recovering from it. Moved back into her living facility and having the time of her life. Strong independent female in her own apartment, she good! Haha.

Another year of celebration for my dad being cancer free. Although the rest of his health and his mood these days is still an up and down rollercoaster. And believe it or not despite his obesity and diabetes he's as healthy as a horse, it's a universal blessing.

Been diving more into landscaping of my backyard. Just recently put down fake grass under my lounging swing, super happy about that. Now don't have to worry about dirt and ants on my barefeet. Currently keeping an eye out at work for whenever the really good gondolas/gazebos go on sale. Gonna put shelter over that shit and it's really gonna fancy up the place alot, I'm super excited.

Speaking of landscaping my dad finally caved in and let me really help him with the lawn work. Got to use the weed wacker. Haha. To be honest and I don't care if it sounds weird but I had a lot of fun using it and working with it.

And speaking of working, between my time at work I've been working out again. It helps that my personal trainer actually knows a thing or two and I'm comfortable enough around them, don't feel pressured...plus it's free haha.

Zoey been really intense with the lizard catching lately to the point that I invested in a 12×12×12 terrarium. But my specialty has been geckos. As of right now I've caught about 5 in total. The first one was the kitchen one that got away later and became the bathroom one, lol Than there was Dottie...I was a little upset about her getting away in my room. Than came Flash....he was pretty fast. Zoey ended up taking his tail off....than he got away when I was feeding him, lol. Now I'm sitting on a really sweet and docile, slightly slow pregnant female that I've named Lil' Mama. She has taken up residence in this log cave I have and I'm excited for her and hope the two eggs she's carrying work out. It be nice to release them into the wild to help the population. And lastly there's the one I caught for Zoey because she was jealous of my gecko and wanted one. She named it Moon Flower, haha what a name. She confessed to me that it got loose when she tried to feed it last night. And I think it encountered my cat Dovy a couple hours ago because she was attacking something and I took it away from her before she ate it...turns out it was a gecko's tail and looked just like Moon Flower's so idk, three cheers for another house lizard haha!

I just realized that was a really long, detailed update but I mean alot happened involving that subject matter haha. Speaking of which my meds are working out really well for me. I'm happier these days and more active and involved and I've started talking to people again. It's been nice catching up with old friends that not only have I not seen in a long time but I've literally ghosted everyone with my anti social, communication issues. It feels real good to finally feel like a person that is actually me....took me 20+ years but I think I'm finally doing something right.

Speaking of doing something right, it's been a crazy year and two months but I am so thankful, appreciative and blessed with my support system and my village and I can't imagine my life being any different or without them. I'm super excited for the future these days, especially since my credit is becoming amazing and the image of a tiny home out in the middle of now where is becoming more clearer and possible for me. (:

Zoey started in person public school!!! Not only that but shes in the second grade!!! And so far she's loving it all and making so many new friends and already has a bestie!! I'm so happy and excited for her!! It's so crazy. Going from a home schooled distance learning reclused atmosphere to out into the world and being around other kids and really learning a thing or two. She's transitioning very well so far. She's so smart and she's getting so big!!! I cry at least once a day now at how grown she's gotten. I miss my little coffee bean baby so much!

Speaking of babies. No I'm not pregnant, haha. I actually just switched out my IUD for a new one because I had hit my 5 year mark. IT FEELS AMAZING. For the past year my body was starting to slip back into the female tendencies with the periods and the hormones and the crazy and I fucking hated it. I'm slowly starting to transition back into the wonderful emotionless robot that I've embraced and loved the last 5 years lol. Seriously recommend it to any female not wanting to have kids. Just imagine a world with no periods...it's beautiful ladies and I'm super happy. Seriously thought I was gonna dive into the having a big family, but for the past couple years now and dealing with Zoey....I'm happy only having one kid. She's alot of work and she's sometimes like two kids in one. She's enough for me. And the fact that I'm not pressured into having any more, from anyone at this point in my life is wonderful. I can't wait for Zoey to be older and more independent so I can travel and have more me time lol.

Speaking of ME...my Instagram was hacked Wednesday morning. And it was such an anxiety race to get it back. I got it back thank the heavens. But to yall reading this if you have these two friends of mine on your account or get requests from them, DONT ACCEPT THEM! Aria Miraj and Jamie Arevalo (I attached links to their Instagrams to their names for further referencing) FUCK YOU STUPID HACKERS GET A LIFE...YOUR OWN LIFE NOT SOMEONE ELSES!!! Seriously if you ever deal with them, just report them for me. Kay thanks!

And I think that's it for my crash course update to y'all. I think we're all up to speed on my life or at least the bits I've decided to share with you. There's more going on but I'm not feeling like disclosing any of it at this time...or at all, lol

Oh oh! I came across my favorite jacket yesterday btw when I was clearing more of my old bedroom out and I was so thrilled. I thought I had lost it or gotten rid of it a long time ago. Nope turns out I iust tossed it up onto my loft bed with a ton of other stuff and forgot about it haha. Think I'm gonna start wearing it again. It's from Forever 21 and it has "I'm Not Sorry" plastered on the back of it. It's a good moto for me these days because I'm tired of apologizing for myself at this point. I think I've done enough. Now imma do me and if you don't like it well...sorry not sorry.

Alright on that note it's now 1:44 in the morning. I've gotta get up early to pack my kid's lunchbox and get ready for work. It feels nice having this morning mom routine going on now. With my coffee cup in one hand, I get shit done!!!

Alright Tumblr, as always, I adore you, I appreciate you, and stay safe!!! Good night, good morning, good afternoon and good evening. 💮💛

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soft-angelic-kiss · 3 years

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We’re all a little bit crazy (6)

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therapsit! Izuku x Patient! Bakugou x Patient! Todoroki x Patient! Shinsou x Patient! Reader

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Chapter 6 trigger warnings- mentions of Tourette's (i don't think that’s an ACTUAL trigger but it couldn’t be hurt to mention) mentions of self harm (thinking they're indestructible.) And mentions of counting/taking pills + medications.

I’m gonna need you guys to bare with me! I really don’t know what a mental hospital is like and so i tried my best with the information a friend gave me :)

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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Walking through the dining hall, Izuku kept his head up and tried to remain tall and strong to the other patients when he heard a squeal and watched the tuff of h/c go up into the air. Immediately Izuku was on a high alert. As he sped up his pace the same as Bakugou, who immediately started yelling

“Gah dammit shitty hair! I don’t you to stay-”

The blonde's voice was easily cut off through the laughter of a red head, and another blonde.

“Oh chill it Baku-” the blonde's head threw itself backwards as the end of his sentence “gOU-” escaped his lips. The red head was immediately making sure he was okay, even with Y/N in his arms. Rubbing his neck and asking about cramps

Izuku smiled softly and watched them all interact, being able to tell that they were all best friends. He hummed as Y/N bounced her way over to him and hung on his arm with a smile “YOU CAME” they yelled in excitement making everyone smile softly.

The red head was the first to make a move as he smiled to the greenette “Hey! I’m Ejirou Kirishima!” he smiled as he pounded his fist together mushing together already forming scars, and bruises against his knuckles.

It caused Izuku to check out all of his other scars that littered his body, his hands and arms mostly, Y/N must’ve seen him looking Kirishima over and hummed softly whispering into his ear “he thinks he’s indestructible..” Izuku nodded in understanding

“I’m D-” his sentence once again was cut short by a scrunching of his shoulders and a yell of “ENK” before he returned to his previous stance and said “Denki Kaminari!” he smiled softly and waved. Izuku waved back, he decided he would look at their files later after he laid Y/N down for bed.

“What’s dinner today?” Y/N looked to their friends as they ushered Izuku to the table that they sat at, the setting arrangement a little squishier than normal due to the extra body that was added, On one side Kirishima, Denki, and Shinsou sat together and on the other side sat Izuku, Y/N, Todoroki and Bakugou.

Bakuou was the first to respond “they have beef stroganoff… and steamed carrots...” Y/N pouted and nodded “I’m not surprised Katsu..”

The group let out a little disappointed groan collectively. The cafeteria wasn’t the MOST delightful place to have their dinner, but they didn’t have the choice, especially on beef stroganoff night.

Izuku thought their food opinions were interesting as he let them all engage in conversation quietly observing each of them with a smile. They all looked so happy and content when they were together.

Bakugou's attitude was calm, Shinsou was engaging in conversation. Shoto was speaking more than Izuku thought was possible for him, Denki’s tics, at least that’s what Izuku had deemed them to be, had calmed down and Kirishima wasn’t hitting anything at all.

Each of them were so content with each other, he wondered why they were kept apart. Y/N finished her food and each of the boys told her that they were proud of her. Which made bright blushes rise across her whole body with a smile.

Eventually their dishes were taken from them and they were all sent down to the nurses station for their nightly meds before they would be sent upstairs for the night, Izuku followed after the group seeing as they were ready for the nightly meds.

Checking the time and seeing it was 9:00 pm on the dot, he waited patiently for them to receive their meds and come back. He quietly heard the mutter from Y/N as they counted which meds were there, “..seroquel and gabitril.. For sleep.. And Abilify for depression.`` They took their meds and smiled at Izuku, motioning him to follow them as they bounded up the stairs.

Izuku hummed softly following them back up the stairs placing his clipboard on a bedside table as he watched them get ready for bed as he smiled softly, when Y/N finally laid down humming into their mountain of pillows, all doctors approved.

“Good night… thank you for hanging out with me..” Izuku smiled as your voice echoed quietly in the small room causing his heart to flutter with how soft and sleepy you sounded.

“Of course. I hope you sleep well Y/N” he hummed softly as he exited the room hearing your snores. Shortly after his words slipped past his lips, he exited and saw all the other boys' doors were closed. Figuring they were asleep too. He headed down to the staff room to put away his clipboard when he remembered that he wanted to check on Kirishima’s and Kaminaris files.

He slowly searched through the last names, conveniently the two names were placed right together making sure that he wouldn’t forget about the other. With a soft hum he pulled out Kirishima’s file first.

F I L E 26

(Patient Name) Ejirou Kirishima (Patient #785)

(Date admitted) 10-25-2015

(Patient age) 22

(Patient disorder) Psychosis, Congenital insensitivity to pain.

(History/cause) Patient has seemed to believe that he is indestructible. He walks into walls and punches glass things, often resulting in scars and bleeding around his body, his mother has stated that he’s done this since he was little but always assumed he would grow out of it. He never did.

(Has patient...)

-attempted suicide?

-attempted homicide?

-attempted any act of self-harm?

-attempted violence on past employees?

-attempted escape?

(Other). He’s very affectionate to those around him but often tries to prove his manliness to those around him. He always smashes his fists together declaring the manliness/womanlyness of those around him.

(Danger level) 7/10

Izuku let out a breath as he quietly looked at the file over one more time before placing it back. He felt sorry for the red head but it explained the scar littered on his body. It also explained why he was calling everything manly.

F I L E 27

(Patient Name) Denki Kaminari (Patient #786)

(Date admitted) 4-20-12

(Patient age) 21

(Patient disorder) Tourette Syndrome, depression, anxiety

(History/cause) Patient was diagnosed with Tourettes around 6 years old, but his parents have said he’s always displayed symptoms of it even from toddler age. He stuck his finger in an electrical socket when he was 7 and it caused the scars going up his arms.

(Has patient...)

-attempted suicide?

-attempted homicide?

-attempted any act of self-harm?

-attempted violence on past employees?

-attempted escape?

(Other). He’s very cheeking, loves telling jokes and is relativity an easy going guy, he rarely has attacks but when he does i advise all employees to watch out because he gets urges to touch electricity, and mess with electrical setups

(Danger level) 5/10

Izuku carefully placed the file back into the cabinet as he let out a breath. No wonder they all saw something in each other. They all had such similar stories, even if they weren’t exactly the same they all found solace in each other.

Y/N was missing a mother, father and brother figure in her life, which is why she pursued a relationship with Todoroki, Bakugou and Kirishima. Who all gave off the vibes that the poor younger needed to thrive.

Todoroki was missing his sister and brother, which is why he connected so well with Denki and Y/N, they both held similar qualities to the two he had lost..

Bakugou needed stable, but fun people to help him realize what a calm world this really was.. And that’s why he bonded with Todoroki, Shinsou. Kirishima, Denki and Y/N. They were all as equally calm as they were cheeky, meaning they could help Bakugou with whatever problem was needed.

Shinsou was missing his parents and his little baby sister, so while he still had the parents to bond with during visiting hours. He treated each of these people as if they were a little sibling to him.

Kaminari finally felt accepted because none of them batted an eye when his tics happened, and it made him feel like he finally had a family, and he was finally happy..

Kirishima felt protected. While he enjoyed feeling power and being manly.. Sometimes it was nice to feel protected. None of them ever questioned how manly he was.. So he felt at peace

Nothing could separate them. Nothing at all, Izuku was sure of it. He placed everything back before he finally headed back up to his own room. Finishing his nightly routine as he thought of the group he’d met today as he started falling into dream land. «────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────» @buckyneedsplums @lazywriterfullofideas09 @notchittatenn @psycho-101 @toodarktoseethelight @unlogical-ella if you’re crossed out that’s because it wouldn’t let me tag you :( «────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

a/n: HI GUESS WHO’S BACK FROM THE DEAD!! In a moment of clarity i finally decided to work on this chapter. It’s been hard for me but you know i finally did it! Like i stated earlier I've never been to a mental hospital so i don’t know what it’s like in there. I tried my best using the information friend had given me. Thank you guys for sticking with the story for as long as you have!

#mha bakugou #patient #my hero x reader #i forget how to write tags #i'm lazy #feel free to like and reblog #i love you #drink water #send in asks if you want

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yourmidnightlover · 3 years

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lost my everything

Summary- while revealing something to spencer, you confess something during the process. he didn't know how to react, which led to a terrible accident in which he might lose you forever.

TW: talk abt mental and physical abuse, alluding to death, talk about self-harm, SAD ENDING

WC- 3,152

a/n - please don't read if you're sensitive to self-harm or talk about emotional and physical abuse because reader goes into discussion about these things. i care about you and your safety so if you need to talk about anything please seek help or my inbox is always open! you are loved and you are needed <3

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one thing about being the youngest member of the team meant that the second-youngest member was drawn to you.

that second youngest member happened to be spencer reid.

you had just had another paperwork day today since you got back from one the night previous. you were currently in the conference room discussing the case before we got off-topic, curtesy of spencer's coffee problem.

"i might have a slight problem with my coffee addiction, but there are many studies that go to show the benefits of drinking coffee. supposedly, drinking coffee could extend your life period, strengthen your liver, increase your body's glucose production, and even-"

"okay, that's all for today guys. go home and get rest before a case comes in," hotch interjected and warned.

you placed your hand on spencer's arm, this time underneath the table, as his face began to fall from disappointment. he turned to face and gave a tight-lipped grin before you removed my hand and we both stood up.

"so, spence, my place or yours for the doctor who marathon this time?" you said as he grabbed his bag from his desk.

"we went to mine last, so we can just go to yours this time," he said with his natural pep back. "besides, i kinda like your apartment better," he shrugged with another wide smile.

"clearly you do," you joked. "you almost always say my place," you laughed as you both joined jj. pen, and emily in the elevator.

"hey, y/n, would you wanna go to o'kiefs with us tonight?" jj offered kindly.

"already got plans. maybe next time!" you said with a smile, turning back to see spencer wearing the same smile on your face.

honestly, you and spencer have gone to the bar with the team a few times. you weren't opposed to going with them, you just knew that going meant everyone would pressure you to drink alcohol.

last time, you had succumbed to peer pressure. spencer had to drive you home and hold your hair as you puked into the toilet, it was a very good bonding experience. you didn't remember much, but you do remember you convinced him to stay the night, although he did end up sleeping on the couch rather than in the bed with you.

"after last time, i don't blame you, y/l/n," emily laughed out, giving a concerned look recalling the memories flooding her mind.

"next time we won't pressure you so much!" penny consoled. "i didn't know how much you meant it when you said you can't handle your alcohol," she winced.

"yea... i really meant it," you laughed out, trying to shed some light on the subject. the elevator opened, allowing you to go your separate ways for the night. "have fun you guys!" you called as you walked to your car with spencer.

spencer and you have been carpooling to work ever since you learned he took the metro to work and only lived a couple blocks from your apartment complex. you couldn't stand the thought of something bad happening to him while on the train, so you've offered to give him a ride there and back ever since.

in return, spencer insisted on paying for daily coffee runs for the two of you. it was his way 'of returning the fuel money in another type of fuel.'

you and spencer crawled into the car and began the drive back to your place. it wasn't too long to your place, only a 20-minute drive, but being with spencer made it feel like half that.

"do you even remember what happened the last time you went to the bar with them?" spencer laughed.

"not exactly..." you grimaced. "just that you took me home, there was a bit of puking, and i coerced you to stay the night. and you slept on the couch, which is absolutely ridiculous! i mean, i was the one who practically made you stay, so shouldn't i have slept on the couch? it's not like we haven't slept in the same bed before," you ranted.

"you're right, we have slept in the same bed before," he clarified. "but each time we did that you weren't drunk out of your mind," he sassed.

"ha-ha, spence," you mocked. "i did say i couldn't handle my alcohol. is there anything you wanna fill me in on?"

truthfully, yes.

there was something he wanted to fill you in on.

he wanted to tell you how you confessed your past to him.

he wanted to tell you how you kissed him right after...

and he kissed you back.

he could still remember the way your lips tasted, still covered by the vodka from the shots you took hours before.

but he didn't want you to think less of him since he kissed you back.

he just couldn't help it.

he'd been helplessly in love with you for so long, yearning to be with you as more than friends... as more than what he thought you wanted. but that kiss was his hope.

it was hope that maybe you felt a fraction of the chemistry he did. it was hope that maybe even if you didn't like him, you still had an attraction towards him in some kind of way. it was hope that maybe you would grow those same feelings for him.

but no matter how much 'hope' that kiss gave him, he shouldn't have kissed you back. he knew how vulnerable you were by telling him about your history of abuse.

you told him about your parents. about how they would throw you around when they were high, or drunk, or both. you told him about how they would call you worthless, a whore, stupid, good-for-nothing, basically every name in the book. but you didn't tell him about how you coped with the abuse.

so, when he told you how amazing you are to be able to turn your life around how you did, and how beautiful you are and always have been, you couldn't help but embrace him with a kiss.

you kissed him.

and he kissed you.

in a wonderful, vulnerable moment, he kissed you back as he'd always wanted to each night you spent with each other.

"nope," he shook his head. "nothing to fill you in on."

"i guess that's good," you shrugged.

he also wanted to know if you'd ever tell him about what happened when you were in your right mind. he wanted to know that you trusted him with your darkest secret that you accidentally already spilled to him.

although, maybe you should know about what you admitted to him. it was your life, after all. it was your past that you revealed to him in a simple drunken mistake.

"actually..." spencer started, taking a deep breath as he looked into your eyes. "you did mention something."

"okay... what'd i mention?" you wondered.

"you told me about..." he tried to find the right words to say. "about your parents."

"oh...?" you began to realize what you had admitted to him that very night, still not remembering the events that followed. "i didn't want you to find out like that..." you trailed off.

"i figured you didn't," he gave a small grin. you looked over at him hesitantly.

you thought about all the ways you could react to this. you could block him out and act like it was his fault you drunkenly confessed your past. you could ignore the fact that you told him at all and just move on, burrowing all the emotions inside of you once again. or, you could try to finally move on from what happened and how you coped with it by talking to spencer about it.

"when we get to my place, would you mind if we held off on the marathon? i should probably elaborate a bit more," you asked meekly.

"of course we can. we can do whatever you want tonight, y/n," he soothed, placing a hand on your lower thigh comfortingly.

you drove back to your place in silence, the both of you anticipating the conversation awaiting you.

when you finally entered your apartment, you both shed your coats by the door, hanging them on the hook, placed your guns and badged on the table beside the hook, and sat down on the couch comfortably. you crossed your legs, your knee up in the air, as spencer sat down with his knee touching the one still on the couch.

"so... how much did i say?" you asked curiously.

"you talked about the emotional and physical abuse, but nothing too in depth," he confirmed.

"when i was young, about 12, my parents got into a minor car accident," you began telling him about your past, trying to recall the memories with little hurt or pain. "they weren't at fault, it was a drunk teenager, but they each got addicted to their pain meds from the hospital. i would be asleep when they would come home from a night out, drunk and high out of their minds. i remember the first night it happened. i wandered in the living room, curious of what the ruckus was, and was greeted by my dad's hand slapping me across my face," you chuckled humorlessly, not knowing what other reaction was appropriate.

"he told me i shouldn't have been up or seen what they were doing. he was furious," you furrowed your brows as tears began to well in your eyes at the memory as spencer gingerly placed his hand comfortingly on your knee, scooting a tad bit closer to you. "after that night it became almost a pattern of his. he would come home and then get upset from his high coming down, and take it out on me. my mom just laughed and watched as he would hit me."

"eventually, they started just belittling me. they would say i was a coward for not standing up for myself. they would say i was stupid, or worthless. they especially liked to call me 'a waste of space,' i think that one was their favorite," you took a shaky, deep breath as you knew you were about to reveal for the first time to anyone what you would do to cope with the abuse.

"eventually i started to believe them. i started to believe the things they said about me. i thought i truly was an ugly, undeserving, piece of garbage," you turned to see spencer's eyes full of tears, mirroring your own. "i would self-harm because i believed them. each night after they were done with their own abuse, i felt so... frustrated. the only way i could get that frustration out was to do that. the scars are still there, taunting me of how weak i was to not just endure the pain," you finished.

you didn't even realize tears were streaming down your eyes until you noticed the few on spencer's cheek. he reached his hand up to wipe the tears on your face, ignoring that of his own.

"you aren't weak, y/n. you are unbelievably strong for getting through that. you have to know how amazing you are," he told you, demanding you to see you the way he saw you.

because the way he saw you, you were beyond perfect. you were so much stronger for going through that. if anything, knowing you went through that made him think you were that much more amazing.

and honestly, the way you were thinking is that when you told spencer, he might think less of you. he might think you were dumb for doing that to yourself, inflicting pain upon your own body to relieve yourself of pain.

that was anything but true.

"s-so you don't think any less of me?" you asked confused, looking into his eyes for any tells of his lying.

"absolutely not. if anything i think you're stronger now that i know what you've endured," he assured you, moving a stray piece of hair behind your ear as he moved even closer to you.

"thank you so much, spencer," you said as you lunged forward, your arms immediately pulling him closer around his neck into a hug.

"you don't need to thank me, y/n," he started as he rubbed circles in your back soothingly. "if it helps anything at all... i think your amazing. i always have, and i always will."

"spencer..." you pulled back and looked into his eyes. "just... i need to tell you one more thing."

"alright," he nodded, prompting you to continue.

"i uhm, i'm in love with you," you bit your lip in anticipation for his response.

he didn't say anything.

he couldn't say anything.

he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how.

he didn't even know if you actually said that, or if you were just a figment of his imagination.

because at this point, he felt so much more for you than love.

he was infatuated with you.

but you read it as rejection, so you quickly unhinged your arms from around his neck and retreated into a ball while on the couch.

"i-i'm sorry," you said after quickly realizing the reality of the situation.

he didn't feel the same.

"you d-don't need to say it back. i shouldn't have sprung that on you. i-i've just felt that way for so long, and i thought that maybe you did too, but i shouldn't have assumed anything. i'm so sorry," you looked at him, waiting for him to say anything. to admit anything.

"oh god, and i just spilled everything to you," you ran your hand through your hair.

silence.

"i think i need to go for a walk," you said, getting up from the couch and rushing out the door after grabbing your coat.

you opted for taking the stairs to run outside, being the quickest option.

spencer was speechless, still sitting on your couch, dumbfounded.

he was overwhelmed with emotions.

you loved him?

he couldn't believe that someone so smart, so beautiful, so kind, so funny, so... everything would ever love him.

and he was too late to say it back.

he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you loved him, so he just sat there in awe of this revelation.

by the time he realized what you had said, and was ready to say it back, you were already out of the door and down the stairs.

you were walking all too fast with tears flooding your eyesight.

you had just lost the one person you loved the most. the one person who's always there for you. the only person you've felt a connection with. you lost your everything.

by the time spencer ran down the stairs in an attempt to chase you, you were nowhere to be found. he could always call your cell, but he wanted to admit his undying love and affection in person, not over some dumb cellular device.

you didn't know where you were going, just letting your feet take you wherever they pleased. it had been a bit cold and you had left everything at your place, so you began rubbing your arms in search for more friction.

you were walking around a corner when you were pulled into an alley by some random white guy. with a harsh hand on your arm, you whined out quietly from the sudden pain.

you didn't have your gun.

"money! NOW!" he demanded. you stayed there with tears in your eyes, too emotional to speak.

your wallet was back at the house.

"are you too dumb to speak? i said MONEY!" he said, pushing a gun you were now made aware of into your stomach.

"i-i don't have my wallet," you admitted with a shaky voice, tears now streaming down your face faster than before.

the night was supposed to be another night with spencer, watching your favorite show and being with your favorite person. you were supposed to be cuddled up on his couch, probably falling asleep in his arms by now.

and now you were being mugged and were probably going to get hurt in one way or another.

"and why is that, doll?" he pushed the gun further into your lower stomach .

"i-i was in a r-rush. i s-swear i d-don't have anyth-thing!" you stuttered, trying to convince him to let you go.

"too bad... you've already seen my face. let's hope you have a nice nap," he growled before pulling the trigger, a bullet running through your lower stomach.

spencer was near you when the bullet went off. he was walking home.

you didn't even realize it, but you were walking in the direction of your love's own home when you were ambushed.

he heard the gun go off.

he naturally ran into the alley with his gun raised, ready to fire at anyone fleeing the scene. he managed to take the guy down with a single bullet before realizing it was you who was shot.

he quickly grabbed his phone and dialed 911 and demanded an ambulance at the corner of 5th and maine, alerting them that an agent was down.

"Y/N!" he yelled, running to kneel beside your limp body. "please, no..." he pleaded.

he put his hand to your neck in an attempt to find any pulse. there was a weak one. there was that hope again. he pulled you onto his lap, your body now resting atop his.

"stay with me. i-i didn't get to tell you how i felt," he cried as he put pressure on where the blood was coming out.

"sp-spencer?" you asked, barely regaining consciousness.

"it's me, y/n. i'm here," he soothed, running a hand through your hair to move it from your face.

"i'm s-s-sorry," you choked out, feeling your eyelids become heavier by the second.

"no. don't apologize to me," he told you. "i should be apologizing."

"it's n-not... your... fault," you felt your breath coming slower, the weight on your chest becoming unbearable.

"i-if i would've just told you how i felt..." he began thinking about how horrible a mistake he had made.

sirens were nearing, hope was becoming greater. spencer clung to your body tighter than ever as if holding you closer to him would will your heart to beat stronger, even if it was for just a bit longer.

"i-i..." you took another uneven breath, reaching your hand up slowly to wipe a tear from his face. "lo-love..." another breath. "you," you finished, your hand cascading down from his face and falling limp onto spencer’s lap, now accepting your own fate as the ambulance was now right outside the alley.

there was a moment when spencer thought maybe you’d wake up. you’d come back to him. but once they loaded you into the ambulance he had to accept one thing.

he had lost his everything...

@averyhotchner @greenprisca @muffin-cup

#spencer reid angst #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer x y/n #spencer x reader #sad ending

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imonthinice · 3 years

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 9/?

Word Count: 1.7k

Author’s Note: Y/N- Your Name, A/N - Any Name (Your Best Friend’s Name)

I am sorry. lmao.

Half of my links are glitched tf out fuck this shit, touched grass yesterday but that grind don’t fuckin stop babey

Warnings: Angst - Injury, Description of said injury, Mentions of Jason’s past, Swearing, Dark Themes, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Jason clutched his right side as he gasped for a long breath of the cold, rainy air surrounding him. Everything hurt and he could barely move enough to text Dick that he was down. He would hold and add pressure to the stab wound sitting directly on his waist, but he could feel the blood seeping through the gaps in his fingers as he held it. His hands were covered by the blood and he was losing it fast.

He wasn’t going to walk this off by any means, he was going to need Dick to go get him and bring him back to the hospital wing of the Batcave because he couldn’t move and he felt his eyes drooping as he waiting and tried to keep his breathing in check, while Dick was scrambling to go get him.

There would be a few questions he would have to answer to Y/N. Not even just Y/N, to Lian, his Goddaughter, who he was planning on seeing in the morning since Y/N was going to a dance competition, or at least he thought she was.

But in that moment, so many memories flew back into his head, the hopelessness as he sat there for a few seconds, bleeding out after the explosion that Joker had set off on him. And then the minutes in the Lazarus Pit as he drowned himself back to life, the water filling his lungs as he cried and screamed. But no one came.

This time, however, Dick came.

Dick swooped his baby brother up and onto his back and he tried to run to the Batmobile as fast as he could, knowing time was of the essence for saving Jason’s life. Jason had broke off from Dick for a few seconds before this moment, and it was the only thing Dick was worried about. That Dick had said to come back to him, alive.

In the car, Dick put his hands on Jason's gaping wound, trying to press his hands into it as well to slow the bleeding, the Batmobile had the ability to drive itself, and Dick thanked whatever God was watching that it did. Jason was struggling for breath at this moment, and Dick was terrified.

“You’re going to be oaky, Jase. I swear. Please. Don’t die on me, it feels like yesterday that I got you back,” he leaned into Jason’s face, “Not again, please,” Dick begged and begged as he rushed Jason to Alfred, who was waiting to operate on Jason.

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Y/N woke up as always, this time, without a text from Jason. She thought nothing of it, thinking he was safe in his house with his loving family. She went to go get coffee to kick start her day, and A/N wasn’t in the kitchen. She, still, thought nothing of it, since A/N’s lover was over the night before and she had to turn up her music to ignore the sounds coming from the other side of the house. She sent Jason a quick text,

Good morning, Jay. I hope you slept well.

And she returned to her room, coffee in hand, to write some quick little stories about what she had placed in her journal. Not many of the ideas in there were able to be built off of, but she still tried her best with every idea she had, to see if it could be something more.

It normally never was, but it was always something she craved. The ideas of writing a book always enticed her, but she never thought she was talented enough to do so.

She heard her roommate’s door open and then the front door as A/N waved off her lover. It was a quiet Saturday morning, and Y/N loved that as she dove further and further into her work, immersing herself in the story of two lovers who were destined to meet after one moved to the hometown of the other to pursue criminal psychology.

She couldn’t get her mind off of Jason. They hadn’t even known each other for a week but she knew he was worth her time. A few hours passed by from when she sent the first text.

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Dick held Jason’s hand as he was hooked up to many different machines, he could breathe on his own, but the IV and the blood bags were hard to keep Dick’s eyes off of. If only I had been watching a little closer, he thought.

Jason fumbled in his pain-induced sleep, moaning and groaning as he did so when he opened his eyes to find a worried, sleep-deprived and very rough-looking Dick at his bedside, to which, Dick collapsed on Jason in a hug.

“Thank God,” Dick breathed.

“What... what the fuck.... what the fuck happened?” Jason stuttered, like a blanket of sleep and drugs had limited his mobility and brain function.

“I don’t know, Jase. That’s what I was hoping you’d tell me, but then again, your blood alcohol level was suspicious.”

“I... I didn’t drink... drink that much.”

“No, you didn’t. But you did drink, who was with you?”

“I don’t... know.”

“I think you were roofied so they could get the upper hand on you. You almost died, Jase.”

“Come...c’mere,” Jason managed to say, and when Dick came to him, he moved on of his hands onto Dick’s cheek, “Big... big annoying... big little annoying brother.”

“Shhhhhh, little wing,” Dick comforted his little brother, “You weren’t supposed to grow that much taller than me,” he laughed, “Dickhead,” he laughed again, then sighed, and stepped back from Jason to pace back and forth, he was stressed, “I told Roy-”

“Will.”

“Will, sorry. I told Will that you won’t be able to see Lian today, he asked what happened, he might drop by.”

“He should... shouldn’t have to... see me this... this way,” Jason said, eyes pooling with tears, “No one... should.”

“Don’t know how we’re going to explain this to your little girlfriend.”

“Oh... Man... I like... I like her.”

“I know you do, and that’s an issue when you’re high as a kite in a hospital bed, bleeding out, Jase,” Dick tried to explain, “Especially when she doesn’t know you’re Red Hood, dumbass.”

“Oh,” he said.

“I know, Jase. If it was me and Barbara didn’t know, I wouldn’t know what to do,” he sighed, “Haven’t even met this girl,” he laughed.

“It’s... it’s only been... 5 days,” he stuttered.

“and 3 back-to-back, multiple hour, spanning days, worth of dates. You don’t do that with someone you don’t think should meet your family.”

“You’re... stubborn.”

“And you’re my brother. It doesn’t take blood to exhibit the same traits.”

“The meds... are... are wearing off.”

“Do you need more?”

“Not... yet,” he struggled with his words, “Phone?”

“I mean, yeah I can give you your phone,” Dick said as he went to go unplug and hand Jason his phone, realizing that Y/N had texted Jason he said, “Guess you have someone who wants to know where you are more than Will does.”

“Will cares,” Jason said as he took the phone and read Y/N’s text,

I guess it isn’t morning anymore, huh.

Well that’s on me for texting you at 6 in the morning after I know you’ve been working late.

And I’m going to see my Goddaughter today, so I’ve been sleeping in to preserve energy for her.

Can’t forget that she’s what, 1 year old? Girl must have a lot of energy.

Her name’s Lian, and yeah. She’s a ball of energy.

He said as Lian and her dad, Will, formerly known as Roy, walked into the hospital wing of the Batcave. The secret wasn’t hidden to the little girl yet because she couldn’t remember a lot. But, she sure did recognize her Uncle Jay when she screamed her name.

Will brought his daughter up and put her beside her Uncle, and she cuddled into him, he would hold her back.

“Hey... Will.”

“You look like shit, Jaybird.”

“I feel... feel like shit.”

“You’re also talking slow, bud.”

“Drugs... do that... Will.”

“At least you’re not dead, I have no idea how I’d cope or even explain that to Lian.”

“She... she has your... eyes.”

“She’s growing into my nose too.”

“Your nose... looks like shit... on your face.”

“Okay, dickhead. You’re bedridden but yeah, attack me like you used to, I’ll just pull the plug.”

“Lian... would hate you... you for that,” he groaned as he said it.

“Do you need more drugs? I can tell Dick,” Will asked.

“Yeah... I think-”

“Don’t worry about finishing that, Jaybird. I got you.”

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The wet ground surrounding the house Y/N lived in was a representation of what she considered, the bad things, washing away from her life as she got to know Jason more. She wished they could talk more that day, but she did not want to take away time from him and his Goddaughter. Family matters a lot to Y/N, so a thought like that just seemed selfish for her to think when she knew that little girl needed him.

She didn’t think he got injured or anything from the Office, it was a safer place than the fuckin Wayne Manor hallways. She texted Artemis,

So, you’re Wally’s girlfriend, and Wally is Dick’s best friend? Am I hearing you right?

That’s basically the intertwine we have here, yes.

So once you’re in this family, you’re IN, huh?

Nervous?

Not a chance.

The thrill of flipping off pap hasn’t left you yet?

Does everyone know about that? And yes, it’s still massively fun to do.

Wally says Dick is the only one who doesn’t think its that funny.

Lame.

C’mon now, that’s my best friend, but yeah, that’s pretty fucking lame.

You’re the fun best friend, then. You see the fun in making a fool of the pap.

You know it.

Artemis knew of what happened on patrol between Jason and his unknown attacker. Dick had told Artemis to distract Y/N from wondering why Jason seemed drunk, if he seemed drunk. The extents they went to to hide the fact that they were the vigilantes protecting the city, they didn’t know if she was going to be able to keep the secret.

Jason would talk to her after that message,

That storm last night was terrible.

I wish that we were together when it happened. I hate lightning.

Well, you were in Cali.

Did I not tell you? My competition was cancelled because the entire country is fucked with weather.

Oh. That sucks.

Do you want to spend the night here?

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Do you want to spend the night here?

Jason stared at that text for a while. He did, he wanted to spend the night with her, but he was in pain, hooked to machines, with obvious wounds and bandages. He couldn’t spend the night with her.

I can’t. I’m in Metropolis with Will and Lian. Can we reschedule?

Of course we can. As long as you make sure we actually get to spend the night together.

He asked Dick in that moment, “How... how long... long til I heal?”

“Depends. You’ll be okay-ish in 5 days, but in 7-10 we have to take out your stitches if you’ve been taking care of them,” he said.

“That... that long? Damn.”

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aquarianlights · 3 years

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I am in a serious financial bind. 😥 If anyone is in a position to listen & help or signal boost, pls keep reading...

This is from my apartment complex. I am in low-income housing. I called them & sent them proof I could pay on the 23rd. I told them I could (just barely) put 100 down now & they said that was too little.

They said they would file for eviction on the 16th, which adds $150 to my rent. They will cancel the court date and eviction on the 23rd when I pay.

But that doesn't cancel the $150 filing fee.

Idk where that $150 would come from. Idky they think it's fair that someone who cannot pay should be forced to pay even more??? That makes no sense. I can only just barely afford my rent every month as is.

These are from my energy company. I apparently owe them over $600. I genuinely do not know how this happened. We were on the phone for a very long time trying to figure it out & I was in tears for the latter portion of it because I swear I paid.

I usually keep record of my payments via taking a picture of my receipt since they are electronic, but my dog chewed up my phone (which I have pics of if need be for evidence) and broke it, so I had to get a replacement phone sent to me from the insurance company & nothing transferred from the old phone, so all my pics were wiped.

I found no record in my emails, either.

The meds I am taking to try to go into remission and the autoimmune disease itself both cause brain fog and issues with time warping, so it is possible maybe I skipped a month or something, but I highly doubt I would have skipped up to 600+ dollars worth of payments.

I have tons of electronic and hard copy calendars & they are all synced and constantly updated so that I know when payments are due. I also have text and email reminders sent to me, but I could find no reminders in my email for MONTHS now until they were telling me they were going to shut my power off if I didn't pay this. Idk why I was not sent reminders for months???

In the end, I agreed to set up a payment plan. Paying, like... 50-60ish on top of whatever my electric bill is every month for 12 months. It was the lowest they could go.

I can barely afford my electric bill as it is, so idk how I will be able to do this? They did give me a list of charities in my area so I will be using what little energy I have to call around & see if any of them would be willing to help me pay this. Idk how those work (they're mostly churches???), so I'm just gonna try & see what happens. 🤔

On top of all that, I *think* this is telling me my Medicaid has been cancelled but I'm not 100% sure?????

I'm going through treatment for a very serious, disabling problem that should last ~1 year and rn Medicaid is picking up what my Medicare doesn't cover and some of my doctors/specialists and treatments are medicaid only.

If I lose this, I'm basically done.

I know they'll do backpay if I get it back, but Idk if I *will* get it back. I'll be trying to get it back, but in the meantime, I guess I'll just have to pay out of pocket, idk??? Which I do not have.

I have lost almost ALL autonomy due to this autoimmune disease, which (in a very simplified form) is basically my immune cells "eating" my muscle tissue. I can barely get out of bed. Treatment should put me in remission & give me my life back. I am seeing a rheumatologist, neurologist, dermatologist, PCP, physical therapist, psychiatrist, psychologist, and going to a holistic pain treatment center that does a different kind of physical therapy to bring down pain levels (which I was put into that program by my rheum). All of these are in relation to & necessary for my disease. I am going through TONS of testing almost weekly now & trying out treatments like IVIG and chemo where I am in the hospital hooked up to an IV for 4-6+ hrs of that day and the cost of those things without Medicaid picking up what Medicare doesn't cover is astronomical. I have to sign waivers every time I get my blood drawn (which is almost weekly now), do tests, and do treatments saying I will pay if Medicaid does not pick up the extra.

I already have crippling medical debt; I don't need more. I'm scared they won't let me do any more tests or treatments if they see I am just letting it all go to collections & am not paying.

This could mean the difference between having a life worth living (to me) where I am happy & thriving & autonomous or being bed-bound & living a life of just existing from day to day & miserable & in pain & suffering & unable to do anything for myself. This is literally life and death for me because I wouldn't be able to handle continuing to live in the latter scenario. I cannot handle living like I am now. Knowing my treatments are progressing is what keeps me going. Knowing I can go into remission is what keeps me going. Knowing my future is one completely different from now is what keeps me going. But if I cannot have that and am destined to live in this current state, it's just not worth it. I don't know a person alive who would want to live like this.

Finally, my anger noodle needs to get to the vet for MULTIPLE things. Nothing is, like... life threatening or super immediate like his cancer was last year, but they're things that need to be addressed in terms of preventative care & to make sure he isn't in pain.

He needs his trachea checked, possibly x-rays for that, maybe more...

He needs some medication updates, needs a physical, needs a full groom & nail clip under anesthesia (for those who are not familiar with Echo, he has extreme fear-based aggression & usually gets this done under anesthesia; since I worked with him so much, he had his first non-anesthesia nail clip at the beginning of quarantine, but he has gotten worse during quarantine & with my muscle eating disease, I can no longer restrain him & don't have the physical strength to run a brush through his thicker fur as his winter coat is in, so I can no longer groom certain areas of him at home, so his tummy & back legs are matted & I fear he may need to be shaved... which breaks my heart since you don't shave double coat dogs unless medically necessary.), he needs a full physical, & needs to be checked over for MCT's.

He may also need a fecal test or something else, as he has been having odd bowel movements. 😥 His tummy has been upset lately.

I have been crying myself to sleep every single night & often during the day because I cannot get him to the vet. No, it isn't urgent or life threatening. But he is reverse sneezing more than normal & I worry about tracheal collapse, which is a common small dog thing & even MORE common in pomeranians specifically. Every time he has a fit, I think "Oh god, this is it. This is the time I'm gonna have to rush him to the e-vet & get slammed with a huge bill & he is not gonna be okay..."

It breaks my heart to see his legs & belly matted. He is horrible about letting me groom him coz of his aggression so he only gets a full grooms at the vet, but I do short grooming sessions at home with him nightly. Takes about 2 hours just to do the majority of one side of him (not even all of it; just most) coz he needs breaks & lots of praise every few strokes or he will tear me to shreds & hurt himself snapping on the undercoat rake. 😥

But now that my autoimmune disease has atrophied my muscles to the point holding up my phone without something to prop it up feels like I am lifting weights & tires my arms out with a lactic acid burn & pain, I can no longer groom him with the patience he needs & can only groom in 20 minute intervals at the VERY longest. By the time I have gotten one leg done during the week, his entire other side is matted. 😞 Matting on dogs---especially double coat dogs---hurts them. It's like if someone were to wrap your hair around their fingers & then pull it taut. It's a constant pulling pressure on their skin... it's painful & irritates the epidermis. I feel miserable feeling the matting on his back legs & tummy & now feeling the mats beginning to form on the rest of him. He hates me working them out, even with the detangling spray. I know it must hurt so much...

So he may need to be shaved at this point & that will destroy me. I feel sick thinking about it. But anything to get him out of pain. Maybe it is what's best for him while I go through this year of treatment & get my muscles back. But in order to do that, I need to get him to the vet.

The stress of not being able to get him to a vet is tearing me apart & literally making me physically ill.

He is my world. My everything. My #1. My heart dog. My priority in life. My entire universe revolves around him. I would do anything for him. Not a single person, animal, thing, etc, comes before him. It is KILLING me that I cannot provide proper care for him right now. I always always always make sure to sacrifice for him if need be & his things ALWAYS come first, even if it means I'm not eating or not paying bills or whatever. As long as he is taken care of & his needs & wants are met, nothing else matters to me. And right now........ I feel he is suffering because of my finances & the fact my treatment with building my muscles up is not going fast enough.

I cannot control the latter one, but the first one is something I can at least ask for help for. So that is what I am doing.

If anyone is in a place to help, these are my venmo & cashapp codes. I also have paypal.

💙 Venmo: @kqroswell

💚 Cashapp: $kqroswell

💜 Paypal: @kqroswell or [email protected]

If there is another form of payment you're thinking of, lemme know. I also have fb pay activated if you have me on FB (Killian Q Roswell).

Thank you to everyone who read through this & anyone who can help or reblog this. 💖

Sincerely,

Your v scared, struggling transman who really wants his bills/rent paid & his dog to go to the vet,

Killian 💞

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mxndwitch · 3 years

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I want to start this day and my little love project with the real MVPs of my little fandom corner, the people who are my ride or dies forever, who have been with me for YEARS in some cases and never fail to be anything other than utterly amazing

@facemypast

Bubs, you know how much I adore you, I am sure, because we’ve been going strong since 2018 I think, but I never want to miss an opportunity to tell you how wonderful you are! Our babies give me life and the world we have created for them is my favorite thing in the world. I love having you as a friend ooc and I am so proud of the hard working, smart and kind woman you have grown into in the last couple of years. Although med school makes me miss you daily, i couldn’t be more excited for you, because you’re living your dream. Keep reaching for the stars, my dearest ❤

@shieldedsouls

My other die hard love! You and Britt have been by my side since my reboot and I couldn’t imagine a rpg world without you in it. You babes give me life and I utterly adore every other muse aside from Bucky you write, because they’re all amazing ( especially Maria, the hermit xD ). You’re one of the kindest & most loyal people this hellsite has thrown at me and I couldn’t imagine my dash and my life without you in it. Thank you for being my friend ic and oc.

@loyaltyworn / @undauntic

Dixon, you wonderful & talented bean! Man, I remember very vividly how excited I was, when we started roleplaying on Carol, because you’re so effing talented and I loved her so much. And look at us now! Bucky is the light of Wanda’s life and I will forever stalk you on any blog you make, even the characters I don’t know, because it’s you and you’re stuck with me forever. Thank you for always having my back and being the most loyal friend one could have on this hellsite!

@outlawiism

LUCY! Holy guacamole, what can I say? You are by far the kindest, most genuinely supportive person I have ever met on Tumblr. Your presence is a ray of pure sunshine on my dash every day and you never fail to reach out & support others, when you see they need it most. Not to mention that your Peter is flawless and the love you feel for him is absolutely infectious. I am so happy we have become such good friends with time and I’m never giving you back!

@danversiism

I’m so grateful that Lucy and you are a package deal, because that made it possible for me to become friends with you as well, over how much we love Wessa. We have the worst book club ever, because it takes us ages to read :D but I still adore our talks about things we are passionate about. Not to mention that your Carol is the only one for me and I live for the friendships our characters have crafted for themselves. Daisy & Carol are the sass squad I never knew I needed in my life :D love you to pieces!

@soulstcne

SHAUNA! My pure, kind hearted, chaotic butterfly! What can I say, other than that I love you 3000 and that will never change? I constantly forget Aisling isn’t actually canon in the MCU, because she fits so perfectly with us that it’s hard to remember she is an OC. Wanda’s best friend is the most adorable infinity stone anyone could have hoped for! I adore your passion about plots, your adhd brain that comes up with 20 ideas a day, your love and passion for Ais & the fact that you love angst just as much as me. You’re also the cutest person ever ooc and i can’t wait to talk to you on the phone again, even when you’re a confuzzled mess and hold up your laptop for half an hour :D I adore you!

@natshana

Bubs! You’re one of my absolute oldest friends on Dumblr, bc you even come from ‘the world before’, aka the fandom that shall not be named, which I left because it was even more toxic than the MCU xD. You know that our babes give me life and I couldn’t ever imagine a better mama for Ella than Luna. But as much as I cherish all the ic interactions we have, I love our ooc friendship even more. The sleepless nights we have spent together, movie nights & rants - I am so grateful to have you as a friend for what? over 4-5 years now? Guess you’re not getting rid of me ever again.

@somewherebetweenrage

My home office buddy! I remember when I first followed you over on River and had absolutely no clue about her at all, but I liked your kindness right away. And look at us now! We became fast friends ooc and I adore the worlds we have created for our characters. Laga and Erik are the ship I never knew I needed, until we started writing them and oof, they own my whole heart now. Can’t imagine my day without chatting to you now and although you haven’t been in my life for as long as some others on this list, you make up for it by being an utter delight!

@gcroinya

The one true Nat to all my charas! I remember when we first started writing and I was in AWE at how talented you are and guess what, nothing has changed since then! Your writing is just so flawless, I have no idea why you even put up with me, but I love you so much for it haha. Ella and Nat are my favorite thing ever and I am the happiest person ever that you have returned from your hiatus, because my life was missing a bright light without you in it.

@hebled

Ah, my babe. You have no idea how incredibly happy it makes me that you have come back to tumblr and still love our babies as much as I do, because I missed you every day you were gone. Beck and Wanda own my whole heart and I am so grateful to have you as a friend ( and pen pal! ) outside of this hellsite as well. You’ll always be the better barista of the two of us :D but I’ll still love you forever!

#galentine's day 2021

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zacc-attacc · 3 years

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Nature: A Javid Oneshot

A/N: My first ever oneshot on this website! I hope y’all enjoy!

Word Count- 1.2k

Jack loved the open sky. He loved the stars, the sounds of nature, and everything in between. But, more than anything, it calmed him, something that not many things were able to do. As a kid, he had always dreamed of falling asleep under the stars every single night. And when he was bounced around in foster care, the night sky had been the one common variable. Always there, like a blanket. Luckily for Jack, Some of the Newsies had put together a camping trip in the woods near campus. They had tents (from the Dollar Tree, probably), a bunch of marshmallows, some hotdogs, and a whole lot of energy. And Jack? Jack an invite and a limited will to live. At least Davey would be there, which, to be honest, had its ups and downs.

Ups, because Davey was single-handedly the sweetest human alive and a fun dude to hang out with. And downs, because Davey was Mom Friend Supreme™ and also had an annoying tendency to make Jack’s normally stoic heart do a tap dance in his chest. Which really was inconvenient because Jack’s last relationship had ended only four weeks ago. It wasn’t a nasty breakup, he and Katherine were actually still friends, but the boys still expected him to be depressed about it. But Jack didn’t like to linger. He was upset for a few days, but now he was over it. Katherine obviously was as well, since she was seen going on a few coffee dates with some girl.

But tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight, he could be whoever he wanted to be because that’s just how it was with the Newsies.

Tonight, he could eat bargain hot dogs and s’ mores, and avoid the fact that he was hopelessly in love with the only man he couldn’t have; because god forbid David Jacobs dated a mess like him.

Jack knew exactly where he lay in David’s mind. He was a close friend, maybe a sort of Uncle to his future children with his perfect little life with his husband in the suburbs. David liked him well enough, but he would likely never love him. And Jack had tried to accept that, even though, thus far, it had only made it much worse.

“Ay! Jack! You packed?” Crutchie yelled from his lower bunk. Jack was stretched out on the top bunk, staring at a half-finished political cartoon for his class.

“Yeah… What time’d the guys say to be there?” Jack sat up, hitting his head on the low ceiling. He wasn’t even that tall and it managed to injure him on a daily basis.

“...In five minutes.”

“Shit-” Jack muttered, scrambling to jump down the bunk, only succeeding in hitting his head yet again on the ceiling. After hitting the floor in the heap, all Jack could hear was Crutchie’s cackles.

“Just kidding, It’s actually in 20- I just wanted to see your reaction,” Crutchie wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye.

“Yeah, real funny, Crutch,” Jack mumbled, rolling his eyes and smiling. As much as he loved his little brother, he, unfortunately, knew exactly how to get Jack riled up quite easily, which normally ended in Jack running into a wall or stabbing himself in the arm with a pen in a panic.

“S’funny to me,” Crutchie choked out, still laughing. Jack pushed himself to his feet, brushing off the assorted chip crumbs that had migrated from the shitty shag carpeting of his dorm onto his shirt.

“I know, I know,” Jack muttered, grabbing Crutchie’s crutch from the wall and handing them to him. Looking at his laughing face, Jack couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“Alright, let’s get a move on… You ready?” Jack shook his head while still grinning, snatching his duffle bag and Crutchie’s backpack from beside the door.

“Ay! I can carry that!" Crutchie protested, making a grab at the bag.

“Wow, brother dearest, won’t even let me carry a bag,” Jack joked, sticking out his tongue and popping into a dead sprint down the hallway.

“NOW THAT’S JUST UNCALLED FOR!” Crutchie yelled from the hallway.

“LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU, STUPID HEAD!” Jack shouted back, slamming open the door for the stairs and sliding onto the railings down the flights. Once he reached the bottom, he pulled out his phone.

“Text RaceyBoi.”

“What would you like to say?” that stupid automated voice asked back, not fully human or robotic.

“‘Can you go walk Crutchie to the campsite? Left him for CPS reasons.’” CPS was not, in fact, Child Protective Services, but instead Crutchie Protection Squad.

Smiling to himself, Jack started walking towards the woods on the outskirts of campus. He thought he saw Kid Blink and Spot at one point, Heely-ing towards the woods. He couldn’t help but wonder how the wheels would hold up amongst all the vegetation, and quietly hoped he wouldn’t have to call an ambulance tonight.

“Hey, Jack!” came a familiar voice from behind him. His heart automatically deciding to kick into overdrive, Jack turned around to see none other than David Jacobs, grinning and clutching a duffle bag.

“Whaddup, Dave,” Jack grinned back, clapping the taller boy on the shoulder. Seriously, who gave him the right to be this tall? He was like a noodle with a head and arms.

“You heading down to the campsite?” Davey asked, falling into step with Jack.

“That’s the plan. Race is taking Crutchie so that idiot won’t try to carry his backpack again.”

“...You realize he can carry it perfectly fine, right?” Davey said, looking slightly confused.

“Yeah, but I just feel like doin’ something nice for him, y’ know?”

“You may be stupid at times, but you are a good brother, Jack Kelly,” Davey chuckled, taking off his hat and flipping it backward.

“Ey, now don’t get to tellin’ the boys that, I have a reputation as a jerk to keep,” Jack couldn’t stop smiling. Why couldn’t he stop smiling? He felt like someone had turned him into the fucking sun from the Teletubbies.

“I don’t think you could pass as a jerk if you tried,” Davey shrugged, looking into Jack’s eyes so he could get the point across. God, his eyes were brown. Beautiful, chocolatey, perfect brown.

“You would be surprised,” Jack said, tearing his eyes away.

Don’t let yourself get attached, dammit.

“Hey,” Davey stopped. Jack stopped too, staring at him. He put his hand on Jack’s shoulder.

“Don’t… Don’t talk like that. I know you, Jackie. Okay? And you aren’t an asshole.”

“Jeez, David, only a few minutes into the trip and you’re already on the late-night talks-” Jack turned away, hoping Davey couldn’t see that he was blushing.

“I need to hear you say it, okay?” He turned Jack around, forcing him yet again to look into his eyes.

“Fine. I… I ain’t an asshole. Ya happy?” Jack bit his tongue forcefully. That almost physically pained him to say.

“Yeah. I… I’m sorry Jack,” Davey said. Jack still wasn’t looking at him.

“Don’t apologize for caring, Davey.”

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

It was late. The shitty fire that had taken them almost a full hour to make was burning low, and Jack had to keep prodding it with a random stick to keep it lit. Most of the boys had already retired to their tents and sleeping bags, and Davey was fast asleep on his chair. Race was the only one still out.

“Do you think we should wake him up?” Race said, tossing the remains of his s’more into the fire.

“What? Oh, nah, I’ll wake him up when I head in. Poor kid, being a pre-med student probably never sleeps,” Jack pointed out.

“How long do you think you’ll be staying out?” Race asked, standing up and stretching.

“‘Till I get tired,” Jack prodded the fire again, before throwing in another stick.

“Then he’ll be out here all night,” Race joked, cracking a smile.

“I’ll wake him up before then. Wouldn’t want him to get hypothermia or some shit.”

“It’s the middle of April, I highly doubt he’ll get hypothermia, Jack.”

“...Did Racetrack Higgins seriously just say an educated statement?”

“Goodnight-” Race turned away suddenly, seeming intent on changing the subject.

“YOU CAN’T CHANGE IT NOW, WE KNOW YOU’RE SMART,” Jack whisper-shouted, not wanting to wake any of the boys up (especially not Davey).

Race replied with his silence.

Sighing, Jack sat back in his chair. Not having any will to sleep, and nothing more to do, he grabbed out his sketchbook. Nature was always good for inspiration.

Well, it could’ve been nature, or it could’ve been Davey. Because, without even realizing it, Jack had started to sketch the sleeping boy’s figure. His right fist was supporting his cheek, his hat was half-tipped onto his face, shading it slightly. His legs were crossed, and his left arm was set on top of them.

Behind him was a backdrop of pine trees, and, even though that wasn’t the actual view, a full moon, and stars. So many stars. All spelling out little words of love in Spanish, Jack’s first language.

Precioso. Bonita. Perfecto.

His hair was mostly tucked under his cap. His eyes were softer when he slept. A ghost of a smile played at his lips.

Increíble.

Perfect.

Just as Jack was signing his name and dating the piece, Davey began to stir.

Quickly shutting the book, Jack simply stared up at the stars he could see despite the light pollution and thick trees.

“Hey, Jack, saw you drawing there,” Davey said, quietly.

“Oh- uh- yeah, just… lookin’ through some old pieces,” Jack stammered.

“Can I see?”

“Uh- no, this isn’t my graded stuff, it’s all just sketches-“

“Y’know, for an art student, you really don’t like showing your art.”

“Uh- Fine.” Jack gave up and strode across the fire to hand him the book. It was mostly drawings of the boys, maybe he wouldn’t look that far.

...Spoiler alert, he looked that far.

“...Is this me? Right back then, when I was sleeping?”

“Uh-“

“You really made me look better than I’ve ever seen myself.”

“Well, that’s how I see you,” Jack said before he could think about his words. Y’know, like a normal person who is trying to hide a massive crush that could end one of his best friendships.

“Th-that’s… how you see me?” Davey was blushing now. Blushing. Not disgusted.

“Uh… yeah. Y’see here, th-the moon behind ya, the way it… it focuses on you.” Jack said, kneeling by his chair and pointing to it.

You are digging your own grave, Jack Kelly.

“Jack, I… that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” Davey was still blushing. He turned his face to Jack’s. He was so close…

“Well… I draw what I think, Dave, ‘cause words… they ain’t my strong suit,” Jack chuckled, pulling back. But Davey leaned forward.

“Your drawings don’t need words, Jack. But the artist of them… That is a man that deserves millions of words said about him.”

“D-Davey… Don’t. Please, don’t do this,” Jack shook his head, standing back up.

“Did I make you uncomfortable? I- I’m sorry, I thought that we-“

“No, David. You didn’t. That’s the exact issue! D-d’ya really think I want to end up breaking your heart? We… We can’t do this, ‘cause it’ll end with me hurting you just like I have a million people! And you don’t deserve that fate! You’re too good for me, David,” Jack might’ve been crying. He wasn’t sure. But he sure as hell was ranting.

“Jack-“

“Don’t Jack me, don’t try to act like it could be any different. We know exactly how this is going to end, and I- I can’t stand losing you, Dave.”

There was a moment of silence. It was obvious Davey was picking his next words carefully.

“You won’t.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“You won’t because I won’t let it, Jack Kelly. I won’t let you lose me as a friend, ever. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

“Da-“

In two strides, Davey crossed the circle of chairs and shut Jack up with a kiss, half-crushing him with how tightly he was holding him.

He did this… this thing that made it obvious this wasn’t his first kiss. The way he moved his head up and down just a little bit. The way he seemed all in but ready to pull away if they needed to at any second.

But more than anything, there was a definitive Davey-ness to him that made it all perfect.

So Jack had found one more reason to like nature. It was where he shared his first-ever kiss with his boyfriend, David Jacobs.

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imanativeofswlondondahling · 4 years

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Becoming A Stark (5)- Peter Parker X Stark! FemReader

Word Count: 2717

Author’s Note: Last Chapter before Peter is introduced to the story! Let me know what you think or if you want to be tagged.

Warnings: Mention of injuries and hospitalizations, swearing

Chapter One || Previous Chapter || Masterlist

It took a few weeks to get used to living in the tower and you wouldn’t say you and Tony were close, but the other Avengers were helping make things normal for you. The one thing you weren’t getting used to was having FRIDAY now yelling out your blood sugars instead of JARVIS due to the whole Ultron thing. Pepper threatened to take you from Tony for that one, but that fight is a story for another time. It was the angriest you’ve seen Pepper ever get and hopefully, you don’t have to see that again any time soon.

“Y/N is 63 and dropping. Predicted urgent low in 20 minutes.” FRIDAY’s voice comes over the speaker as Natasha, Steve, Clint, and you are watching Once Upon A Time In Hollywood.

“FRIDAY, I got it.” You push up from the couch to walk to the kitchen, but watch the walls shift ever so slightly as you try to walk.

“You stay, I’ll get you something. What do you want? Juice? Cookies? Soda?” Steve stands from his seat at the end of the sofa.

“Juice.” You say. If you didn’t have hypo-unawareness, you would have felt this before you got so low, but you had bolused for all that good pasta Steve had made and must have made an opps when bolusing for it. Steve returns after a few moments with an apple juice box as well as a packet of graham crackers. You look at them puzzled, but take them with shaking hands.

“FRIDAY said urgent low in 20 minutes. That sounds like it needs more than just a juice box.” You don’t say anything but shrug your shoulders as you try to get the stupid straw into the juice box as your hands continue to shake.

“I got it.” Clint says as he pulls the juice box out of your hands. With a quick stab, the straw is in the box and he hands it back to you. “Perfect aim over here.”

“Whatever you say.” You mumble before sipping on your juice. To be honest, apple juice just hits differently when you’re low. You turn your attention back to the movie as you sip on the juice, but you don’t want to eat. You’re full from the pasta you ate not even an hour ago. So as the movie keeps playing, your eyes stop focusing on it, everything gets a bit blurrier. You rest your head on Natasha’s shoulder, hoping everything will clear up as you drink your juice.

“Y/N? I think you should eat these,” Steve’s voice sounds so far away.

“I don’t want to.” You mumble, turning more into Natasha’s shoulder, feeling sleep pull you in.

“Y/N?” Natasha, Steve, and Clint have stopped watching the movie at this point since you stopped responding. “FRIDAY what’s her sugars?”

“LOW Captain.”

“Call Tony.” Tony is at an SI meeting, but if he doesn’t hear about this, he will call any and all Iron Man Marks he has to fight them all. Reaching into the drawer in the table, Steve pulls out a blood sugar testing kit. Tony has stocked the house with them so that you are never more than a few feet away from them. Once you moved in, Tony also made sure that all the Avengers knew how to test your blood sugar manually. “Y/N I’m going to test you ok?” Steve asks, betting he won’t get a reply. Before he can, you start shaking and pulling away from Natasha.

“Steve, I think she’s having a seizure.” Clint says as Natasha and him roll you to your side, laying you flat on the couch. Steve helps to steady you, before testing your sugars.

“What is going on?” Tony’s voice comes over the speakers, knowing for any of them to interrupt him, it has to be important- meaning Avengers related or you related.

“Y/N is low. Very low.”

“How low?” The meter in Steve’s hand beeps.

“16.”

“16?”

“She’s having another seizure.” Clint says.

“Are we sure it’s another? It might be the same one?” Natasha asks and regrets it.

“Another?” In the background they can hear thrusters and they know that Iron Man/ your dad will be here soon. “You need her glucagon. There should be one in the living room, her bedroom, her backpack, and the med bay. It’s a red square, or well rectangle.” Out of the corner of her eye Natasha sees Tony land on the balcony and walk towards the living room. “Do you have it?”

“This?” Steve holds up the box. Tony takes it from his hand.

“Turn her to her side.” Tony says as he pulls the needle and pushes all the liquid into the vial. He stirs it together before drawing all of the liquid back into the syringe. “I got you bambina.” He whispers as he plunges the needle into your thigh.

Time passes slowly. Tony keeps checking and the number goes up slowly. 25. 40. 55. They had moved you to the med bay and Dr. Cho had checked over you, gave you some IV fluids and oxygen, but said that apart from rest and monitoring your blood sugar, there’s not much she can do. She did administer a bit more glucose through your IV since you haven’t come above 70 yet. You’ve been in and out of consciousness so Tony doesn’t expect you to remember anything of what you’ve said previously, especially since most of it made little sense.

“Where ‘m I?” you mumble as Tony does another blood sugar check.

“Med bay.” 92. Finally a good number.

“What happened?”

“You scared the shit out of me. I get what’s a good number now.” You look at him with confused eyes.

“What happened?” you repeat.

“You dropped to 16. Had a seizure or two. Passed out. Been here for a few hours. You’re finally in range again kiddo.”

“16? New record low.” you say.

Tony ignores that comment. “Might have taken a few years off my heart.” Tony admits.

“Thought you were supposed to be gone all weekend,” you say, not commenting on what he said. You mess with the knitted blanket that is covering your legs, not looking at Tony as the words sit in the air.

“My kid was in danger, SI can handle themselves. Promised you I’d be here from now on remember?” Tony says with a shrug. You look up at him, hearing the words he said. You were starting to think of him as more than just Tony over the past weeks when he had to go deal with Iron Man stuff. But tonight he left stuff for you. Because your blood sugar tanked. That’s like something Nana and Pops used to do for you. It’s something family does for each other.

“Is Pepper mad that you left?” You fidget with the IV in your arm. It’s not the first time you’ve had one and it probably won’t be the last time.

“How can I be mad at him when I left moments after him?” Pepper peeks into the room.

“But you’re the CEO?” Pepper walks from the door towards your bed.

“You’re more important. My assistant is taking care of everything that he can and everything he can’t will get postponed until later. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to focus until I saw you were ok.”

“Is it just because I’m the heir to SI?” You can’t help but voice the dark thought in your mind.

“Of course not.” Pepper says as she sits on the edge of your bed, taking your IV-less hand in hers. “I happen to care about you an awful lot. It doesn’t matter to me one bit that you’re supposed to take SI or not. I would be here.” Tony moves to sit on the opposite side from where Pepper sits.

“I know the circumstances of how everything happened wasn’t the best Y/N, but I love you a lot. And I would drop anything and everything for you.”

“Really?”

“I’m your dad. A dad does anything for his kid.” Tony wants to reach out and take your hand like Pepper did, but he’s not sure if he’s allowed to, he doesn’t want to push too far too fast. But you reach for him instead.

“I’m not good at having a dad. At having parents.” You say honestly looking at both Tony and Pepper as you say this, hoping she doesn’t mind that you’re including her in this statement. “I had Nana and Pops sure. But that’s different.”

“I’m not the best at having a kid either, but I’m going to try my very best at it.” Tony admits. “How about we try this thing together?” He asks. “As a family?” He tacks on looking towards Pepper too.

“I’d like that.” You admit. “But only if Pepper stays to keep you reigned in. Because I can’t handle you on your own.” Tony laughs at that.

“Pepper’s here to stay if I have my way.” He says. “You and Pep. You're my family. Well and Platypus. And the Avengers. Only because they wrestled their way in.”

“I think I can settle for that right now.” You admit. “At least the you and Pepper part.”

“Still figuring out the lay of the land with the Avengers?” Tony asks.

“You jump from having almost no family to being told that you can have all of the superheroes in the world as your family and see how you do.” You roll your eyes.

Pepper squeezes your hand. “Take whatever family you feel is right. We’ll all be by your side when you need it the most.” All three of you sit there quietly for a few minutes before you realize something.

“No!”

“What?” Tony’s eyes are searching the room for a threat he can’t find.

“I missed the end of the movie!” Your voice comes out closer to a whine then you mean for it to. Tony’s hand rises to his heart trying to calm it back down.

“You were all watching a DVD. You can rewatch it later. Please give me 24 hours before you scare me again please. My heart can only take so many scares in one day.”

“You’ve got some visitors if you’re feeling up to it?” A voice comes from the doorway. You look up and see Steve, Clint, and Natasha looking in towards you.

“Sorry I ruined movie night.”

“If you think we’re here to make you apologize, you’re dead wrong.” Clint says.

“I think Clint is here to see your eyes do work without rolling into the back of your head.” Natasha throws out as she sits in the chair across from your bed.

“I thought you would think that was cool?” You ask, seeing as Clint is usually the one looking for things that are creepy but over the top.

“Not when it comes to someone’s kid. I got kids of my own. I never want to see that from you again kid. You got it?” Clint crosses his arms as he stands behind Natasha. “That was the scariest moment of babysitting I’ve ever had, and I’ve lived through two kids going through their toddler phases.”

“As long as I get the award…”

“Don’t even try.” Tony cuts you off. “I second Clint’s statement. Seeing your eyes go into the back of your head was not something I ever want to see again either so lets make that a thing on the ground rules of not allowed.”

“To be fair, I’m the one who’s food she gave insulin for-” Steve starts and you stop him before the words are even out.

“Don’t try to blame yourself. It’s very Captain America and all. But I can literally give the same bolus for the same food two days in a row and get two very different results. Diabetes just doesn’t give a shit. It does what it wants. So if you want to blame someone, blame my pancreas for being a shit team player and quitting back twelve years ago. The whole point of having Wallace is to try and catch this before it happens, but sometimes it still happens. It’s shit but that’s life.” You explain, and everyone’s eyes fall on you.

“How are you so calm about all of this?” Clint asks.

“Because it’s not the first time I’ve ended up in a hospital bed due to diabetes. And it’s not the first time it’s tried to kill me. Being diabetic, you come to terms that you’re playing with fire and you’re going to get burned. But as long as you don’t die, then the day is a success. Sometimes there may be more losses than wins, but you keep going. It’s something you come to terms with when you have a disease that isn’t going away because there’s no cure. You’re forced to come to terms with it.”

“Can I ask how many times you’ve been hospitalized because of it?” Natasha asks, looking up at you with a deep expression.

“Counting this? Uh….” You count in your head. “Let’s see. There was my diagnosis. I was this close,” You hold your fingers inches apart, “from falling into a coma from my sugars being too high. Then I got the stomach flu when I was six. Nothing would stay down, but my ketones went sky high. Next I got an infected pump site. Normally I would just take some Advil and hope it goes away but this one got bad. Was in the hospital for three days, on antibiotic drips. Then I spent my seventh birthday in the ICU with the flu. That was a blast. Ketones out the wazzoo. I just had no immune system. Then I got strep five times and had to get my tonsils out, but they were worried about infections and ketones and such, so they kept me in the hospital for a week. Eight and nine I lucked out and was only in the hospital once, for a really wonky pump site that shot me into the 900s. Luckily I was only in the ER for that one. Ten through thirteen, I was in the hospital every like six months it felt like with bad blood sugars. Fell into a coma twice. And it took like three weeks to come out of it. So that was a total blast. Missed a lot of school. And this year I have lucked out and only been in the hospital once besides this. Stomach flu, tried to get me again. On day two of nothing staying down, Nana took me to the ER. So… Thirteen? Oh wait, fourteen counting today. Wait does today count? I guess it does since I got an IV.”

“The medbay is like Tony’s private hospital so it’s essentially a hospital so it counts.” Natasha says with a nod.

“Ok, so fourteen times because of diabetes related stuff. But I also had three other non-diabetes times too.” All eyes are on you. You should have just skipped it, because now you’ll just have to explain it. “I broke my arm in first grade because a kid bet me I couldn’t walk across the top of the monkey bars. I made it all the way across but then slipped and fell at the end. Still he had to give me his GI Joe, so who’s the real winner? The incident in fifth grade. And then took a bet that I wouldn’t walk across the Brooklyn Bridge barefoot. Stepped on a nail. Had to get stitches.” You shrug.

“Hmmm, funny she sounds just like someone else who is stupid enough to take dares or I don’t know invite war criminals to their front door.” Pepper says looking at Tony.

“To be fair, you can’t blame that on me, because I was never there to tell her that taking bets is never the right way to go unless you know you’re going to win them.” Tony says with a smile.

“Technically, I won both bets. I got injured after both were over.” You brag.

“That’s my girl.” Pepper rolls her eyes.

“Why do I feel like I’m going to be chasing more trouble now?”

“I’ll keep an eye on her.” Natasha says from across the room with a smile.

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samwilsonsbabymama · 4 years

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A Ride Under Mistletoe

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black Reader

Summary: Reader falls in love with Sam Wilson after moving back to America.

Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of angst, Bucky being a sweetheart, and some smut at the end 💖

A/N: So, Thanos didn’t happen. Everyone is alive and it’s the holiday season. This is a Plus Size!Black!Reader x Sam Wilson.

This is for @the-omni-princess 1K writing challenge. I know I had another fic… but I didn’t like it so I’m replacing it with this one lol

My prompt was “If you focus on what you left behind, you will never be able to see what lies ahead.” -Gusteau from Ratatouille

Also, I received this prompt “Ok. OK. So. I didn’t see this in the master list so….Sam Wilson and thigh riding?” and I included that…

The streets were crowded, as you knew they would be at this time of night, but you didn’t mind. You felt at peace as you took in all the decorations while you walked around. You were in search of a dress for a holiday party, and for some reason, you waited until the last minute to shop for one.

You felt indifferent towards the holidays because you never had a reason to celebrate them. Sure, your family got together and had a big dinner and did a gift exchange, but it seemed that all anyone ever cared about was the gifts. Now, you weren’t a Scrooge by any means; you weren’t one to go all out. But there was a part deep, deep, deep, inside of you that wanted to give your all during the holidays. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it for some reason.

As you walked, you began to think about the past year and how things had changed. You’d spent the last five years in Wakanda and you worked with Princess Shuri and King T’Challa after the King had opened the borders. You learned as much as you could from the two royals about Vibranium and its uses, and now you were adjusting to American life once again. You worked at the Avengers Compound alongside Dr. Bruce Banner and Tony Stark as a liaison between them and Wakanda. You loved your job, but you did miss Wakanda. You missed the culture, the love you felt while you were there, and also how everyone around you looked like you. You didn’t feel left out or that you didn’t belong. You often thought about going back, but upon getting to know Sam, that began to change.

Samuel Thomas Wilson. The Falcon.

You smiled as you thought of him. He’d been a beacon of light in your life when you moved back to America and started working in the Compound. Yeah, sure, you knew Bucky, but Sam was different. Sam made sure that you were included in the Avenger’s movie nights, he also made sure to dance with you at least once during Tony’s parties. And before you knew it, the two of you had become great friends.

Sam would often bring you lunch when he wasn’t on a mission and he would listen to you gripe about Tony and Bruce, and he would make sure you weren’t spending too much time working in the lab. If you weren’t spending time with your family on your off days, you were with Sam. He would come over to your place, and the two of you would spend hours watching movies and binging junk food until the two of you passed out on your couch. The two of you often talked about your experiences in Wakanda and how they differed from those in America. Yeah, you were born in America and had lived the majority of your life here, but never had you felt the sense of belonging in America that you felt in Wakanda.

Sam understood that. He never spent much time there outside of visiting Bucky and those visits were often short from what he told you. He would listen to your stories about how beautiful it was there or the time you brought some of your family over to visit.

The routine of him coming over and spending days with you lead you to your current predicament. You had feelings for him, and not just any type of feelings, you were head over heels in love with him. And that frightened you. You had never been in love with anyone before, and you could see yourself being happy with Sam… no scratch that. You knew you would be happy with Sam. The way he treated you now showed you that. But you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. You were worried that he didn’t feel the same way as you, and you didn’t want to ruin your friendship if he didn’t feel the same way. There were times where you thought that he loved you as well, but you often brushed it off as you projecting your feelings. You thought of how worried you were when he went on missions. If the two of you were dating, you knew that worry would intensify and you weren’t sure if you could handle the heartbreak if anything ever happened to him.

Your phone rang, and you snapped out of your thoughts and paused your music. Your face lit up when you saw Sam’s name on your screen. He was finally back from his three-week-long mission.

You answered the call with a smile, “Hello?”

“Y/N!” his voice rumbled through your headphones. “How have you been?”

“I’m good. Are you at the Compound?” you asked as you headed into a dress shop.

“Mmhmm, got in about 20 minutes ago,” he replied before letting out a pained grunt.

“Sam?” you paused your search upon hearing his discomfort. “Are you alright?” you tried to keep the worry from seeping into your voice, but you couldn’t help it.

“Yeah,” he responded through clenched teeth. “Everything’s fine.”

“Samuel Thomas! Do not lie to me!” you whispered angrily into the phone.

“Y/N, I promise, everything is fine,” he groaned again.

“Mm, I don’t believe you.”

“Would I ever lie to you, Y/N?” he joked, his voice sounding a little more relaxed.

“Yes, because you have, Sam,” you rolled your eyes as he laughed.

“What are you doing right now?” he asked, attempting to distract you.

“Still looking for a dress, but I think the search may be over,” you said as your eyes landed on a mid-thigh-length, white dress. You reached for the dress and the moment your finger touched it, you fell in love. The fabric was soft and stretchy, perfect for a holiday party. Would you dare wear something like this? Especially around Sam? You didn’t know. But what you did know, was that this dress was coming home with you.

“Y/N?” you heard in your ear.

“Sorry, I got distracted,” you laughed.

“I guess you found a dress for the party?” Sam asked. “Send me a picture.”

“Boy, please,” you responded. “You’ll have to wait to see it just like everyone else.”

“Really, Y/N? That’s how it is?” he chuckled.

“Yup,” you said popping the ‘p’ hard to get your point across. You paused for a beat, “I’m happy you’re home, Sam, I was really worried.” Your heart clenched, you wanted nothing but to be right next to him.

“I missed you too, Y/N,” Sam uttered, his voice serious. “I- Ummm, I gotta go. Bye.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but you were cut off by your music as it resumed.

Your heart dropped. Why did he hang up on you? usually, when he was in the Med Bay, he’d talk to you until he was released, which was usually no more than an hour. His behavior rubbed you the wrong way, but you pushed it to the back of your mind as you tried on your dress.

You were definitely in love… with the dress that is, and it was definitely coming home with you. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a few more minutes and snapped a few pics. This was the perfect dress for you, now all you needed were some shoes.

You changed back into your clothes and placed the dress back onto the hanger and headed towards the shoes. You searched for a few minutes before your mind drifted back to Sam, wondering if he would like your dress and why he had hung up on you so suddenly. Your browsing proved fruitful as you found a pair of shoes in your size that matched the dress perfectly as if they had been made to wear with the dress.

After purchasing your items, you headed back home taking your time in the cold weather. You didn’t live far from the dress shop, so you didn’t mind the walk. It gave you more time to think about Sam.

When you reached your house, you walked up the stairs to the front door, taking no notice of the person sitting on your porch swing, obviously waiting for you to return. You also didn’t hear them calling your name since your music was still playing, and you didn’t focus on them until their shadow moved in your peripheral vision causing you to drop your keys.

“SAM!” you yelled as you clutched at your chest. You yanked out your headphones and continued to yell at him as you reached for your fallen keys. “What the FUCK!”

“You need to pay more attention to your surroundings, Y/N,” Sam chuckled. “Look, I come bearing gifts,” he said as he held up store bags full of what looked like your favorite snacks. “And the pizza should be here within the hour.

You pursed your lips as you looked over his face. You took note of a few new scratches but didn’t say anything as he followed you into your house.

You kicked off your boots and made your way to your room knowing that he would follow you put away the food. You walked straight to your closet and placed the boxes on one of your shelves and began to change out of your clothes and into some night shorts and a t-shirt. When you emerged from your closet Sam stood in your doorway leaned against the door frame.

"What’s in the boxes?” he asked as you put your braids into a bun.

“My dress and shoes for the party,” you answered. “What are you wearing to Tony’s party?”

“Let me see the dress, and I’ll tell you.”

You rolled your eyes, “Well, I guess it’s going to be a surprise on both ends.” You brushed passed him and headed back into the living room and flipped on the TV.

Sam followed and plopped down on the couch next to you and you immediately snuggled against him. The two of you settled on a movie after a bit of arguing about what you should watch, and you had gotten comfortable when the doorbell rang signaling the pizza.

You frowned when Sam got up to answer the door, but you perked back up when you smelled the pizza. He’d ordered from your favorite pizza place and you knew that he had gotten your favorite pizza. You smiled when he opened the box and you reached for your first slice.

The two of you ate silently as the movie played and when you were done eating, you snuggled back into Sam’s side. The movie was coming to an end when you heard Sam’s heartbeat increase. He was usually so calm around you. You looked up to ask him what was wrong, but you found that he was already staring at you. You quirked an eyebrow at him, and before you knew it, his lips gently touched yours. You froze as you felt your body heat up. His lips were so soft, softer than you had ever imagined, but he wasn’t kissing you.

You opened your eyes, not realizing you had closed them and pulled away. Sam’s eyes shot open and his breaths quickened.

“Sam…” you began, but he shook his head.

“I gotta go. I can’t do this,” he said as he strode to the door, slipped his boots and coat on, and headed out the door without a backward glance.

0o0o0

Two days passed and you hadn’t seen or heard from Sam. He ignored your calls and texts and it really put a damper on your spirit. What did he mean by ‘He couldn’t do this’? What was it that he couldn’t do? It rubbed you the wrong way that he wouldn’t talk to you, especially since you didn’t do anything wrong.

And now here you were, at Tony Stark’s Holiday party, dateless, sipping champagne alone, in a dress to die for, alone.

You watched as everyone around you laughed and had a good time, but you couldn’t bring yourself to join them. You rolled your eyes and traded your empty champagne flute for a full one.

“You know he’s watching you, right?” a friendly voice spoke beside you.

You smiled, knowing who the voice belonged to, but you kept your eyes trained on the other party guests. “I don’t know who or what you are talking about, James,” you responded before you took a sip of your drink.

“Sure, doll,” James laughed before he took your drink out of your hand and led you to the dancefloor. You grimaced as he spun you around, but once you got your footing, you plastered a smile on your face.

“Bucky, why are you doing this?” you asked as the two of you swayed to the music.

He shrugged, “I guess I’m tired of seeing two of my friends that are madly in love with each other do absolutely nothing about it.”

You opened your mouth but closed it quickly. You couldn’t even deny that you loved Sam. You wouldn’t even try.

“He doesn’t love me, Bucky,” you whispered, and Bucky laughed. He actually laughed. “Glad you think that’s funny, James,” you said as you tried to pull away, but his hold on you kept you in place.

“I’m laughing because it is funny,” Bucky admitted. “It’s funny that you think he doesn’t love you. Goodness, I wish you could see how he looks at you, how he’s looking at you right now.” Bucky slowly turned the two of you around and your eyes immediately landed on Sam. To someone that didn’t know him, he would look upset, his lips were pressed into a thin line, his jaw set and unmoving, his shoulders squared and tensed, but his eyes held the truth. You’d wondered how often he looked at you that way and why you had never seen it before. You held his gaze for a few more seconds before Bucky turned you away again.

“See it now, don’t you?” Bucky guessed. “You’re the last one to know, and he’s the last one to know how you feel about him. And by that, I mean, he still doesn’t know.”

Your heart squeezed. Did he really love you?

“Bucky, I’m no good for him,” you breathed.

“You know, it’s funny because he said something similar to me the other day,” Bucky began. “He knows that you’re thinking about leaving and going back to Wakanda. He doesn’t want to be the reason you stay here.”

You paused your movements, “How?”

“It’s not hard to figure out, Y/N, and to be honest, I don’t blame you,” he admitted. “The two of you are perfect for each other. Everyone sees it and it’s driving us crazy watching the two of you pass this up. I don’t know what happened to you in the past but if you focus on what you left behind; you will never be able to see what lies ahead.”

You chewed on his words for a moment as the two of you swayed to the music.

“Just… Before you make any decisions, talk to him alright?”

You nodded just as the song ended and Bucky placed a kiss on your hand and stepped back. You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to face Sam. Your breath hitched at how good he looked. You hadn’t really taken in his outfit when you looked at him earlier, but now that he was up close, you couldn’t help but notice it.

“Y/n, can we talk?” Sam asked and you frowned.

“Why do you want to talk all of a sudden, Sam?” you responded. You were hurt. He had hurt you, and you didn’t understand why.

“Y/N, please?” he begged and when you nodded, he led you away from the party, to an elevator and into an empty office three floors below where the party was being held.

When you entered the office, he flipped on the lights and closed the door. You looked around and after a few moments, you realized that it was his office. There were a few pictures on the walls, some of his family, some of Steve, Bucky, and the other Avengers. He watched as you moved around to his desk. You ran your fingers along the top before you reached for a large picture frame and held it up to see better. It was a picture of the two of you laughing at a carnival.

“Do you remember that day?” he asked and continued even though you nodded. “You had been back in America for about five months, and you had just come back to the Compound from visiting your family. You told me that you were homesick and confused because you wanted to be in Wakanda, but your family was in America even though your family lived clear across the country. So I gathered the other Avengers and we took you to a carnival. This is my favorite picture that they took that day.”

“Why is it on your desk, though?”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“I thought you wanted to talk, Sam.” your voice was short and to the point. You were getting tired of this. “Why did you kiss me and then leave me?”

“I didn’t kiss you.”

Your heart cracked, “Fine. Why did you put your lips on mine and then leave me?”

“I didn’t kiss you,” he repeated.

“Ok, we’ve cleared that up. You didn’t kiss me the other day,” you nearly yelled. “Why didn’t you? You had the perfect opportunity to kiss me, but you didn’t take it.”

He smiled, “Because I was waiting for the right moment.”

You rolled your eyes, “And when’s the right moment?”

He shrugged but pointed to the ceiling above your head. You looked up and you noticed that you were standing underneath some Mistletoe and you smiled before you looked back at him. He was considerably closer to you now.

You released a breath as he pulled you closer. “May I kiss you?” He asked, and as soon as you nodded, he gently connected his lips to yours. His soft lips pecked yours a couple of times as if to warm you up to him. He pulled your body closer to him with one hand and cupped your face with the other. Your hands grasped the lapel of his jacket as he deepened the kiss. Never in your life had you felt lips as soft as his against your own. He touched your bottom lip with his tongue, and you parted your lips. You gasped when his tongue slipped past your lips and rubbed against yours. Your lips moved with his, fitting perfectly together. You smiled when you felt his fingers begin to take down the bun that your braids were in because he knew how you liked your hair played with. His fingers were like magic in your hair and between that and his kisses, you couldn’t keep your moans to yourself.

You couldn’t get enough of him touching you or kissing you and you wanted more. You pulled back from him and gently pushed him down into his chair before you straddled him and continued kissing. You rocked your hips when felt him grasp your waist and continued the motion when you heard him moan into your mouth. Your hands fell to his shirt, and you pulled back when you touched the first button. “Is this okay?” you asked and smiled when he uttered out a quiet “yes.”

You slowly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it for him before he removed his undershirt. Your hands began to roam his abdomen, and your fingers tickled his happy trail. You bit your lip as you looked up at him and he reached down and unbuckled his pants. When you went to remove them, his voice stopped you, “Y/N, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

You nodded and adjusted yourself so that you were straddling one of his thighs. Sam reached up behind you and unzipped your dress and helped you free your arms from the sleeves. He groaned when your breasts were bared to him then quickly attached his lips to one of your nipples. Your hands continued to explore his body and they lingered at the elastic of his boxers. He covered your hand with his and slipped them both beneath the band. The both of you gasped at the feel of your hand around his length. He fisted your hand around him and began to show you how he liked to be touched. Lost in your own lust, you didn’t realize that you had been riding his thigh. His pumps on his dick matched those of your hips on his thigh. He pulled away from your breast, and your head fell to his shoulder. He moaned in your ear which encouraged you to continue to ride him harder.

Your breathing was ragged as you sought out your release. The fabric of your panties and his pants against your clit created the right amount of friction that had you seeing stars before long. Sam removed his hand from yours and moved your hips for you when he felt you slow down. He encouraged you to keep going, to keep riding his thigh. To show him how you were going to ride his dick. You bit his shoulder in an attempt to contain your moans, but that made his words dirtier. You felt his thigh begin to tense beneath you as he continued to rock your hips. Your pumps grew more determined as you wanted this to be as good for him as it was for you.

“Look at me, Y/N,” Sam croaked and your eyes snapped to his. You threw your head back as you felt your pleasure wash over you, and through your high, you heard Sam call your name as his hips jerked up signaling his release.

The two of you panted as you both came down from your orgasms, the both of you half-dressed and slumped in Sam’s office chair. Your hand was sticky with his cum and his pant leg covered in yours, the thought made you chuckle.

“We can’t leave like this, Sam,” you said when you finally caught your breath. “Well, I can, but you on the other hand…”

Sam joined in on your laughter, “Good thing I keep a spare pair of sweatpants here.” The two of you fell silent once again. “Y/N, I’m serious about us. I don’t want you to go back to Wakanda, but if you choose to go, I will follow you. I’m completely in love with you.”

You hummed, “And I’m in love with you, Sam.”

He wrapped you tighter in his embrace and you slipped into a light sleep.

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owlsoldwritingcorner · 4 years

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The Ghost (Part 1)

Pairing :Wrench x Reader

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Summary:

The Chicago Dedsec branch struck up a deal with the San Fran Dedsec branch and the two will start working more closely from now on. The Chicago branch also believes that giving a few people from their “clean up” crew would help out the other branch significantly and luckily for both of them, you happened to already be moving to San Francisco with your family.

Funny enough. You meet the man who unintentionally coaxed you into joining Dedsec in the first place.

“Wait, hold up. As in, The Ghost? The one who helped out The Fox?” “They say whenever you took a job, the victims would disappear without a trace. A recording of their crying would be left on the premise, acting as their ghost wails.” “Oh, am I a household name already? Oh, how embarrassing.”

Note: This is the first Watch dogs fic I've written so I'm sorry if anyone seems too OOC. One big difference would be that Marcus's group doesn't kill unless absolutely necessary. Aiden and Reader on the other hand are a bit more... Morally Ambiguous at times.ALSO! Reader is Asian (Specifically Southeast Asian), I try my best to to mention it too often (Mostly with their family and a passing comment) so you guys can still relate to them more. Also, certain characters will have their own pronouns for reader cuz they don't know (i.e Marcus says He/him but Ray calls them She/her). They also have a certain kind of body type similar to mine, but like the race, it won't be mentioned too often! Different pronouns will be like this until a certain point so I am sorry if you aren't into that!

Chapter 1: Moving Day

God, who fuckin’ knew moving was gonna be hell on your back? You had already packed everything from your room and started helping your family with the rest of the packing up. Boxes are now your worst goddamn enemy, at this point a close second to Blume.

So, the Chicago Dedsec branch struck up a deal with the San Fran Dedsec branch and the two will start working more closely from now on. The Chicago branch also believes that giving a few people from their “clean up” crew would help out the other branch significantly and luckily for both of them, you happened to already be moving to San Francisco with your family.

“Hey pumpkin, could you get some of these boxes for me?” Your mother comes into the room, interrupting your glaring battle with the room full of boxes (of which you were totally winning), with a tower of even more boxes in her arms. Quickly, you took half of the stacked boxes in her arms and placed them with the pile, you can now see her tired eyes that were previously covered by cardboard.

“Thank you, pumpkin. My arms were killing me,” Your mother emphasized her point by stretching out her arms and a few popping noises accompanied the movements. “So, how are you feeling about the move? I know we’ve lived in this house since you were a baby but… A change of scenery is always nice. Right?” You let out a little sigh. You really are going to miss those places you’d go to as a kid. The Honeymoon Cafe, that Thai restaurant, hell you’re gonna miss that damn dog that would bark through the night every day.

“Plus you can always make new friends over there!” You know your mom was trying to comfort you but, making friends was never your strong suit in the first place. Plus…

“Mom, I’m 20 years old now.”

“Just cause you’re 20 it doesn’t mean you can’t make friends.”

“I take classes online and stay inside for weeks straight half the time. The other half being at work. ” Work being, well, Dedsec. Clients always preferred going at night. Granted, cleaning up the area during the day is much harder than at night considering all the bystanders during these jobs.

“Oh! You should be able to make friends with your new coworkers at the other branch then! Speaking of work, that reminds me, sweetie. Make sure to bring mace with you whenever you get back home. I don’t know why you’re so adamant on keeping this job, you work so late!” It’s not like mace is gonna fully stop someone. Especially not the kinds of guys you deal with on the daily.

“It plays really well!” Might not have insurance, but, still. Clients pay good money. “And anyway, by that logic, you should have been able to make friends with your old coworkers too.”

“That’s different, honey. I hated my old coworkers.” She gave you a sweet smile but you could feel the rage that was hidden underneath. But you just rolled your eyes.

“Yep. Had an earful of that info everyday. Thanks.”

“You’re seriously just as bad as mom now when it comes to complaining, sis.” Your aunt finally came out of the bathroom and was currently heading towards your grandmother's room to help her out of bed.

“They could barely organize their files! Madeline couldn’t even train me properly!” You and your aunt just gave each other a knowing look before giving your mom little nods as she went off on another tangent about her coworkers. After that whole spiel, you finally got around to carrying your sweet pit bull, Ripley, into the car trunk (All the boxes were in the moving truck just behind you all).

“God, she’s just a big baby, aren’t you?” Your mom baby talked to the big dog often, who in turn gave a happy bark as if saying ‘I am! You gotta love me!’, your mother then turned to you. “I’m still shocked you can carry her so easily like that… She’s as big as you!” To which you just shrugged. Finally, your aunt came, grandma in one hand and helped the elder woman in the car before taking her seat next to grandma.

“I guarantee you’re gonna love it in California, mauppy.” Your aunt said. She did live in California for almost ten years now, so she was the expert compared to the rest of you. You just rolled your eyes at the nickname and another one of these ‘hey new places to live but you’ll love it!’ talk.

“I think Uncle Scott is gonna be the happiest out of all of us, he’s gonna have his impulse control back.”

“Yeah, he ate two large pizzas by himself in under an hour just the other night.”

“I don’t see what’s wrong, that’s just a Tuesday night.”

“Sweetie. I’m going to marry him in a couple months. Next thing you know he can’t even fit into his tux and just have his whole gut out while we say our vows.” You wince at the image. Yeah that… That looks kind of sad.

“ Next thing you know you’ll have to roll around your husband to his clients !” Your grandmother joked around before taking a puff of her inhaler. You all laughed at the thought before you quietly checked your purse for your daily asthma meds and inhaler.

Good. Everything is ready to go.

Goodbye, Home.

Hello, San Francisco.

As you fell asleep during the road trip, you dreamt of a familiar masked man.

You smiled at the image of his hidden face.

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Finally, it was time to move everything in the new house. Just as you got out of the car, you stood still as if the ice queen herself froze you.

Both your legs were asleep.

“Aw, while your legs are waking up, make sure to help Ripley get used to the new house!” Your aunt said as she helped grandma from the car, you let out a pained groan that your aunt took as an affirmative sound.

After all the boxes were in the house and you got the dog’s bed in your room, you flopped onto your bed. Exhausted to the bone. Unfortunately, you just received a text message. Limply, you flipped yourself over and reached for your phone.

Oh, It’s Clara!

It's been a couple years since you’ve seen her. She and Aiden finally got together soon after the whole Damien and Maurice situation, moving in with Aiden’s sister and nephew. Good riddance, they always gave each other googly eyes.

So gross.

Wonder how he’s doing now?

You let out an exasperated huff at the memory.

Yeah but like… The man has a justice boner sometimes. Not literally but, he tried to catch every. Single. Crime he walks past. That man has never relaxed a day in his life.

Someone got robbed on the street over? Guess who’s already there. The almighty masked vigilante! The man’s probably never relaxed a day in his life, hell, you never even seen the dude take a nap.

God… You already missed Chicago.

You put your phone on charge on top of the nightstand near your bed, turning off the lights and finally getting into bed to sleep off all the work.

Tomorrow is going to be a long ass day.

You can feel it in your gut.

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lambourngb · 4 years

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Duty of Care and /or Gravedigger’s Union

I did Grave Dancer’s Union - a nod to my 90s love of Soul Asylum here.

Duty of Care was another torture Michael fic- I wrote it pre-season 2, when I thought the love triangle was going in a particular way. I don’t know if there’s still an appetite to season 1 au stories? There’s some season 1 characterization of Alex ahead, particularly in regards to Jesse.

Here’s what I had - some of which already appeared here before Last Year’s Wishes ate my brain.

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“Can’t believe Maria is still wearing the pendant of alien poison around her neck while she dates your alien ass, Guerin..” Kyle commented watching the decay values multiply as Liz titrated pollen into the samples.

The current theory on alien resurrection, and it said a lot about his life that he had competing theories on alien-involved resurrection, was that their ability to manipulate energy changed based on their needed life skills at the time of adolescence. Michael had been separated from his siblings young, and needed to develop defensive skills. The defiant and pained look on his face when he explained stopping an item being hurled at his head at the age of 7 was a needed survival tactic courtesy of foster homes he had passed through kept Kyle from questioning any further.

Isobel had through her mother Ann’s never-ending dinner parties and charity benefits, found comfort in seeing and knowing what was meant under the sugary sweet words of adults around her. Being a small child paraded around adults who were charmed by her blonde hair and blue eyes meant she had the most exposure to social events while Max hid in his books.

Finally Max had anointed himself as a fixer early on in their life. He had taken responsibility for Michael being left behind, and had tasked himself to protect his sister afterward. The defensive use of healing fit with his offensive ability to kill in the service of keeping those he loved safe.

At the most basic level, it was all energy from synaptic responses in brain waves to manipulating molecules to move or stop an object. How a pollen interrupted that energy use could theoretically solve the problem of how to jump start an ability.

“You think you might get around to telling her the big secret anytime soon?”

The mask over his mouth and face did little to block the glare Michael shot at him. “Shut up Valenti.”

“I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s Maria. She is a card carrying member of the ACLU and the Nature Conservatory. I had to bail her out of jail last year during an ICE protest. She’s not going to turn you over to the government.”

“Kyle!” Liz scolded, “We talked about this. Agency. It’s up to Isobel and Michael who knows. I already broke that with you.”

Michael ran a gloved figure over the counter absently. “I hate secrets, okay. This isn’t any fun for me, especially considering how many people already know. I went from having just Max and Isobel, to basically the whole graduating class of New Roswell High in on it. A lot of loose lips.”

The habit of 20 years of paranoid silence was probably a lot to try and break with a new relationship if that was the basis of it. There was a good amount of slack that Kyle could extend to Michael, including trying to be understanding when he started up with Alex’s best friend in the wake of Max’s death, but exclusion of Maria from the secret felt wrong to him.

He couldn’t fathom the reasoning behind lying to someone that he wanted to be in a relationship with, and he had a feeling that it wasn’t because of worries that she would tell someone about the aliens living in Roswell. While he couldn’t outright call Michael an asshole on Alex’s behalf, he could poke and prod him when the opportunity surfaced.

“You should look at this way Guerin, that larger circle means if something does happen, you’ve got more back up than just Isobel, with Max being out of commission.”

“Oh yeah, so if the government disappears me to a black site, you’re going to ride to my rescue?”

“Yes.” Kyle replied seriously. “I wouldn’t be alone either.” The name Alex Manes went unsaid, but from the brief wince on Michael’s face, he knew exactly who was being referred to obliquely. Scored hit again.

“Well as fun as this discussion is, I’m going to take off. Iz and I have practice plans.” Michael slipped his hat on, and tucked the stool away. “Liz, call me if you have a breakthrough on nullifying this stuff. For a rare flower, there sure was a lot of it stockpiled in Noah’s cave.”

“Sure thing, Mikey.”

“Valenti, make sure she goes home to sleep and eat at some point. I don’t want to have to put her in a pod next.” He ducked out of reach of her hand, laughing at the offended look she sent his way.

“Far be it for me to agree with him, but he’s right. You’ve been burning the candle at both ends and the middle between rebuilding your lab, researching Max’s healing power, studying this pollen, not to mention working at the diner. We should make time for something else, like a drink or a movie. Recharge.” The past month since Max’s ‘death’ brought back the manic energy burst from solving the issues with the depowering serum. From one catastrophe to another, it was barely time to recover before the next happened.

“I know, I just. I need to stay busy. It’s so quiet without him.” Liz stretched and started to tuck her last slide away into the cooler. “But I think I am done today, if I work anymore, I’ll just be making mistakes.”

Kyle slipped on his coat and held the door. “Not that I don’t believe you leaving on your own volition, but let me walk you out.”

“Lucky for you, I’m too tired to be offended.”

Kyle kept his hand on her back gently steering her through the hallways. The third shift was on at the hospital, and he winced to think about his own upcoming shift at noon tomorrow. Balancing football, his pre-med studies and his social life in Michigan taught him valuable life skills in working on short sleep, but even the hours of residency had no competition on his current life of alien lab work and tracking down government funding of a black ops prison project with Alex. When he mentioned a night off, he wasn’t only including Liz in that need.

Inhaling the cool night air, he calculated if he made it home, heated up a meal, and fell asleep promptly there was the opportunity for 6 good hours of sleep before meeting up at the bunker to check in on the data mining project Alex was running.

“You know, you should go a little easier on Michael.”

“I thought everyone in this town was in love with Max Evans, but apparently it’s Guerin.” Kyle retorted sarcastically.

Liz bit her lip at the mention of Max before sighing softly. “I’m serious, Kyle. He’s really messed up right now. I was actually shocked he was somewhat sober tonight.”

“I’m not going to be petty here Liz, and mention the obvious that we are all really messed up right now. I get where you’re coming from about their need for secrecy, but Maria really deserves better. I’m not her best friend like you are and Alex was, but I’ve been here in this town with her. She was there for me after my dad died, and she supported my mom’s election for sheriff. With Mimi getting worse, she deserves to have someone to count on, not someone who is lying to her, and by extension, making all of us lie to her as well.”

“Alex was? Past tense?”

He arched his eyebrow in disbelief, “I guess I am going to be petty tonight, but seriously Liz? Have you talked to Alex lately? Every time Maria comes up in conversation he puts his best ‘Baghdad was a little warm and I was just doing a job’ face on and repeats to anyone listening how happy he is for them. Guerin messed him up, and worse, took away from him one of the few people he lets himself drop that soldier bullshit front he has.”

Liz sighed, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I know the history with Michael is a little complicated, but we don’t always get to choose who we fall for and who we don’t. Love is messy. It doesn’t color inside the lines and follow any of the rules.”

“Maybe you’re right about that, and maybe there’s no avoiding the heartache. I do believe though that you can choose whether or not to be a dick about things, and Guerin not telling Maria is a dick move and it’s got consequences.” Kyle unlocked his car, and opened the passenger side with a gesture. “Our sister doesn’t have many friends, and he’s robbing her of one right now. Rosa lost ten years because of aliens, don’t you think that’s enough loss for all of us?”

“Do you know how annoying you are when you’re right? I’ll talk to Michael, better yet, I’ll talk to Isobel about letting Maria in on the secret.”

He slid into the driver’s seat, smiling across to her. “Tomorrow. Tonight, what’s left of it, is for sleeping.” He turned the ignition, and stopped, as the headlights came up illuminating the familiar green Chevy sitting across the lot from them. “That’s Guerin’s truck.”

“He left before we did, what’s it still doing here?” Liz ducked out of the passenger seat and ran toward the truck without waiting for an answer. Kyle swore softly, untangling his hand from the ignition to follow her. The truck looked undisturbed, no sign of the occupant. Liz reached for the driver’s side door, testing it, and gasped as the door swung open. The ever present black hat slipped off the dash into the floorboards.

There were three things Michael prized above all others, his truck, his cowboy hat, and his sister. To leave two out of three unprotected was highly out of character for him. Kyle turned around the parking lot, scanning for signs of him.

“Kyle, look,” Liz grabbed his arm and pulled him down toward the wheel well of the truck. Gleaming silver in the light , tucked on top of the tire tread, was a syringe needle with a depressed plunger.

“That’s not good.”

She stuffed her hand into her pocket and withdrew a spare latex glove to wrap around her fingers as she lifted the syringe from the tire. She peered closely at the vial, a sickly yellow liquid film thinly coated the inside. “I think someone took him, and without testing it, I’m guessing this is some sort of knock out drug based on the pollen.”

Kyle reached for his phone, mentally saying goodbye to the idea of sleep anytime soon. “I’ll call Alex, you call Isobel. And I don’t know, I guess call my mom? I mean, we usually call the police when someone gets abducted.”

Liz thinned her lips, holding the needle with one hand as she dug out her phone with the other. “I don’t think you can call the cops on the government, which I’m guessing that’s what we are dealing with since they knew how to knock out Michael.”

The government, or more specially it was probably someone related to Project Shepherd. Kyle sighed, holding his phone to his ear. It rang once, before he heard, “What’s wrong?”

He pulled the phone away from his ear to make sure he had called Alex and not the psychic alien sister, “How did you know something was wrong?”

“You’ve called me twice in the last three months, once to tell me you put my dad in a coma and once to tell me about Max. You’re a texter, even though I explained it’s easier to keep things secret if you call. So again, what’s wrong?”

Kyle slowly walked back toward the hospital. He should have volunteered to call Isobel, because this was not going to be easy. “It’s Guerin.”

“Is he okay?”

“We don’t know. We think someone took him. Liz and I found his truck at the hospital, unlocked. It looks like he got jumped by someone who knows how to incapicitate him.”

“I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

Kyle wasn’t surprised to see the call disconnected. It was a forty minute drive from the cabin to the hospital if someone followed the speed limits.

***

“It’s Guerin.”

Alex was somewhat aware that he must have replied. He was in his SUV and away from the bunker, before he’d registered that the call had ended. He could only be thankful that today had been a ‘pull day’, rather than a ‘push day.’

Alex could divide his days into two motivations, he either wanted to be as far from town and the chance of running into someone he knew (Michael) or he wanted to be close in case something happened that he could help fix (for Michael). The cabin was isolated enough that only Kyle made the trip from Roswell, but not in recent memory with the pace of lab work and hospital hours. Alex could comfortably avoid reality with his laptop until the second feeling took hold. The Project Shepherd bunker was an easier location to reach Isobel or Liz from when the inviatble call for assisting an intoxicated Michael came.

Seeing Maria meant seeing Michael in the evening hours, and it was strange to resort to in his post-service life the habit of a decade before; lying and hiding himself in every interaction. His calendar had a weekly reminder to join Liz and Maria at the Wild Pony for a beer, usually scheduled early enough that Michael was still at Sanders working, but late enough that the automated work emergency text to his phone could reliably give him cover for an exit.

Psychic as she was, Maria always let him go with a pained but relieved look. It wasn’t her fault that he was still in love with Michael. It wasn’t her fault that Michael wasn’t in love with him. Neither he nor Maria had so many friends that they could afford to lose one, but neither was fooling the other that the relationship hadn’t changed in the aftermath of her dating Michael.

This wasn’t his first go around with unrequited love.

He’d survived Brendon Urie, and he wasn’t ashamed to have been a sixteen year old pouring over fan meet and greets on livejournal before hitting the road with Rosa to see Panic at the Disco in Albuquerque just after school let for the summer. He might have mapped out Los Angeles coffee shops to busk at after he turned legal and could escape west to be a musician, coffee shops close to Silver Lakes and Encino neighborhoods to be organically discovered by his crush.

He had survived his fourteen year old obsession with Kyle, that lasted until it was safer to love unattainable rockstars versus the childhood friend now high school bully. He could laugh at himself for thinking that Kyle had turned on him because he felt the same way but just didn’t know how to articulate it outside of shoving him against the lockers and jeering at him in gym class.

Unrequited love that had once been returned was a higher bar to clear than a fan fantasy or a childhood crush, but then the sins Alex carried were deeper and more lasting as well. More than a ruined but now healed hand and a discarded scholarship, he had the murder of Michael’s mother to carry. He would survive Michael not loving him, he was reasonably sure of it. He wasn’t sure if he would survive something happening to Michael because of the Manes family legacy.

Someone knowing how to subdue and take Michael pointed to his family’s involvement.

He didn’t bother with the visitor’s desk at the hospital foyer this time, walking purposefully toward the elevator and wing where Liz’s new lab resided. The door opened to his touch, revealing Isobel hovering anxiously near Liz’s shoulder as she swabbed a syringe.

“You made good time.” Isobel greeted.

“I hacked the traffic lights.” Alex informed, setting his laptop case on the lab table, and popping the case open. A few keystrokes and he was inside the hospital network and probably breaking a dozen federal laws of privacy.

Kyle closed the door, and shook his head, “Seriously?”

“No. I was at the bunker.” He brought up the internal security logs, noting visitors and elevator access. “So what do we know?”

“Not a lot,” Liz replied, her gaze fixed on a spread of swabs and slides. “I’m trying to pull as many samples as I can from this syringe so I can analyze it. There looks to be a reservoir of 3 CCs. My original serum required a dose of at least 6 CCs to incapacitate, so whatever they used was more concentrated.”

“Hopefully less lethal,” Isobel observed. “Are you in the hospital network already?”

“Just what’s linked to the internal wifi signals. I’m going to need access to their security office since it appears the actual camera footage is on a closed circuit.”

Kyle pulled out his ID badge, “I can take you there, but how are you going to get the guards to let you look at the footage? I can still call my mom and make this an official police investigation.”

Alex dug into his pockets for a thumb drive, and then turned to Isobel, “I’m hoping you can influence the guard into letting me download the footage. If you can’t, then we will need to bring the sheriff into this.”

Isobel tapped her forehead knowingly, “If I can’t influence the guards to let you in, I can at least make one of them think he left his car unlocked or his coffee pot plugged in.”

“Let’s go then. Michael has been missing for at least an hour.”

Kyle tapped his badge at certain checkpoints, opening the electronic doors as they headed down to the security room. Alex made a mental note to scrub the ID tags once they were done, on the off chance someone was curious about the movements of a doctor who should have been long off duty.

The windowless room was covered in screens and held one guard boredly sipping his coffee while he watched a television show on his phone. There was a chance they didn’t need a psychic to gain access, but it was probably better safe than sorry.

Alex moved quickly after Isobel held the security guard’s mind in hers and slide behind the desk to call up the footage on the parking garage. Mindful of time, he plugged in his drive and started transferring all the raw data from the camera recordings. The antiquated hospital computing system did nothing to soothe the anxiety.

Long experience working with poor computing power and broken infrastructure while deployed in Iraq was the only thing that kept his inner impatience off his face. Touching the mouse or tapping his fingers never moved data faster.

Finally the file clicked over complete, he slid back from the bank of monitors, and nodded to Isobel. The security guard took a deep breath and look around briefly before picking up his phone and restarting the television show on his app.

The door clicked shut as the three of them hastened back to Liz’s lab. His hip barked at the hurried extension he placed on his body. With the clock ticking, the discomfort slipped into the box marked ‘to deal with later’. Once the drive was inserted, it was a matter of minutes to set up a scan for vehcile traffic entering and exiting the hospital parking lot.

Liz dug out a bottle of acetone for Isobel, who accepted it with a small smile and then nodded over to the laptop. “I hope you are having more luck with the security footage, than I am having with this drug.”

“I grabbed everything from the last 72 hours, just in case. It’s possible someone followed Michael to the hospital,” Alex balanced carefully onto the stool, keeping the weight off his prostetic. “I would have found a less populated area for a snatch and grab, but maybe they were worried about Michael’s powers and if so, then likely they scouted the view points of the cameras before they made their move to minimize their exposure. At least that’s what I would have done, if I had discarded the open road or home as possible targets.”

“Well we all know what a paranoid and careful asshole you are, Alex.” Kyle observed, working on a second set of samples.

“I try not to repeat my mistakes.”

“Like Caulfield?” Isobel asked pointed.

A sharp stab of pain went through him at the reminder. As if the prison ever left his mind for a moment these days. “Yes, like Caulfield. I should have found a more covert way to gain information than assume it was abandoned. I should have realized my dad had more going on than surveillance on Roswell.”

Kyle touched Alex’s shoulder with a comforting clasp, “At least we know he’s not personally behind this. Master Sergeant's main nurse likes me, she would have called if something had changed.”

Alex stayed silent, knowing that his next task would be gaining access to the long term rest home in Santa Fe where they had transferred his comatose father after he had attacked Kyle. There had been initial protests regarding the forged records until he had pointed out the other option had been to kill Jesse.

The classic body Chevy truck flashed on the screen with the timecode marking it as Michael’s arrival at the hospital. Alex paused and marked the frame for reference, then eased through the later clips watching for his exit. There were two cameras concentrated on the parking lot, one at the entrance/exit, and one with a long panoramic view of the lot, primarily to ward off a car thief or would-be mugger. It was grainy in grey scale, but at least he could be thankful that Michael drove such a distinctive truck. The task of finding an unremarkable Honda Prisius would have been daunting.

His hand stilled as he paused the footage on the slow but unmistakable swagger of a figure striding away from the hospital entrance toward the parked Chevy. Michael’s black cowboy hat hid his face but even absent such an identifiable marker Alex was sure could have picked out his body in a sea of others without question.

Michael reached his truck with no issue, unlocking the driver’s side door. His hand swept off his hat and casually tossed it into the front seat of the cab. Behind him, in the next parking aisle a nondescript panel van, a door opened slid open and a glint peeked out. Michael reached behind his neck, his body half in the truck and slapping at the skin there.

Alex inhaled sharply, fear and dread rising. It was a terrible thing to watch knowing it had already happened. Two figures dressed in plain dark clothing emerged from the van, and started toward the truck. Michael’s body half fell from the cab, and curled around the front wheel. Alex watched as the two effortlessly brushed off the weak struggles to fight their grasp of Michael’s shoulders, tugging him backward to the waiting van.

His body was tossed without care into the back, the door sliding shut blocking the last view of Michael. The two men split up from the van, circling around to the front doors. Alex numbly clicked on the frame, saving it, and switched over to the second camera focused on the entrance.

Watching his brother Flint calmly pay the ticket machine was not much of a surprise at this point.

“Kyle, I’m going to need you to call your nurse friend to check on my father.” He was proud that his voice was calm and even, despite the rising sickness within. “The good news is, this wasn’t a government issued black ops team that took Michael.”

“And the bad news?” Isobel prompted.

“It was personal, which means they aren’t as invested in keeping him alive.”

* * * *

[Isobel details their mental bond. That it feels blank]

“I was always closer with Max. I don’t know if it was a twin thing or being raised together, but Michael was always harder to connect with until recently. We’ve been practicing so much together, he started to take up a bit of space here, “ she patted her chest. “Not enough to fill the void where Max was, but enough that I could tell if he was happy or if he was angry. Strong emotions only came through. Lately it was a lot of anger but he wouldn’t tell me what was going on… “

“And now? Do you feel him now?”

Tears filled her eyes and she shook her head. “It’s empty. Blank. Like it was when we kids before he moved back to Roswell. I think he’s still alive, but he feels very far away, or very weak.”

[Alex waits patiently for the call. He thinks this is going to be an exchange of Michael for his dad, until he realizes his dad is not at the long-term care facility any more]

[Round table discussion at Max’s house to figure out what Jesse wants. Isobel finds out more about the shared past of Michael and Alex- and Maria shows up at the end looking for Michael]

“It’s been 2 days, why hasn’t your dad called with his demands? Is he not reading from the classic villain script this time?” Isobel wondered bitterly. “What is with your family, Alex?”

Kyle injected, “We don’t know that Sergant Manes is involved.”

“Don’t we? He disappeared from the nursing home just before Michael was taken. It seems pretty convenient timing to me.”

Alex pressed his fingers under his eyelids to relieve the building pressure. It had been a long two days of nothing after he received the call that the psuedonmyn he had checked his dad in unrder was no longer a patient in the long-term coma ward in Sante Fe. The staff was calling it a miracle that just after a devoted son had prayed at his bedside, he had woken up. Alex knew it was anything but divine intervention to have Jesse awake and free in the world.

“Isobel is right, this has Dad written all over it. Somehow Flint found out what had happened and woke him up. It’s been two days because I’m guessing he is still weak from the inactivity.”

Liz stirred from her claimed spot on the couch, cracking an eyelid. “What makes you think there’s going to be a demand, Isobel? Manes has what he wants, a new alien to test and torture. If you look at the research side of things, the aliens in Caulfield were all weak and elderly, and Michael’s a healthy 28 year old. Whatever fucked up weapon he was developing might need a younger test subject.”

“Now there’s a comforting thought.” Kyle muttered.

“I don’t think it’s research. This still feels personal to me. Michael still has an offensive power to defend himself with, the softer target would have been Isobel if he just wanted an alien to grab.”

“Gee, thanks Alex. Come closer and I’ll show you what I’ve been working on and see if you think I’m still a soft target after I turn your skull into crushed bone.”

***

Alex’s fingers were numb, as he pressed in his code to access his Whatsapp account. Waiting in his inbox was an unknown number and a video attachment. He abruptly dropped into the deck chair as the video opened to his worst fear made real.

Michael’s left eye was swollen shut, blood staining from the corner of his forehead, dripping down his cheek bone. His arms were stretched high above his head, disappearing out of frame. His shirt was missing, and there were sluggishly wounds striping over his shoulder and licking across his collar bone.

The camera turned, Michael blurring out of view. The monster that starred in seventy percent of his nightmares filled the screen. “Hello, Alex. I was hoping to keep you out of this, son, but this creature is being very uncooperative.”

Off screen, he heard a weak, “Go fuck yourself, Manes. I keep telling you, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jesse nodded to someone out of frame, and Michael screamed in agonizing pain. Long hiccuping gasps for air puncuated another softer, “fuck you.”

“Like I said, uncooperative. When we last saw each other, you had something that belonged to me. Jim Valenti stole it from our base, and refused to tell me what he had done with it despite my best efforts at persuading him.”

Michael cried out again, choking on a soft sob. Alex forced himself to watch, drinking in every detail for his later plans.

“With N-38 gone, I can’t hurt this thing the same way I did dear old Jim so I’ve had to get creative. Electricity just makes some of them stronger, but good old heat and sharp still work on them. We both know you can break its bones with enough force.” Jesse turned, pointing the camera toward Michael again, focusing on the dangling bare feet. “There are more bones per square inch in the foot, than anywhere else in the body. I am telling you this so you don’t doubt my resolve. This thing is relatively harmless for its kind, and I’m willing to return it to you in more or less good condition, if you bring me what Valenti stole. Let me know what you decide to do.”

The video cut off.

****

There was an expected role to play, like there always was when Jesse Manes was involved. Once it meant peppering his speech with ‘yes sir’ and ‘sorry sir’ and toning down his clothing in hopes of escaping his fists, and when that proved futile, it went in the opposite direction with makeup, nail polish, and piercings.

For all of his proud talk about the service, his father never served anywhere but stateside. His knowledge of tactical defense and enemy counter measures were likely twenty years of date, and Alex was counting on his father’s pride from keeping him unaware of the technology shift. The set up of the Project Shepherd bunker confirmed that.

He tucked his personal side arm into his thigh holster, securing to his left leg and reached for his secondary weapon to slip into his boot strapped to his prosthetic. The weight of the kevlar and vest registered briefly on his shoulders before it slipped into the blank shroud that had enveloped him as soon as he heard Michael’s cries. Knives and a pair of percussive grenades weighed down each side of his pockets.

A floorboard behind him creaked, his gun cleared the holster before his mind caught up on who would have followed him to his cabin. It was a little concerning that the sound of a vehicle hadn’t registered until now.

“Whoa, don’t shoot.” Kyle lifted his hands, halting abruptly. He took in the dark clothing, combat hardware and the array of weapons spread on the cabin’s table. “I guess we are going full cliche today, good to know.”

Alex dropped his arm away, resecuring his gun. “Then you know what I’m going to say already.”

“Humor me, then. This is a trap, Alex.”

“I’m well aware.” Alex flipped open a black case and pulled out his phone and laptop. Carefully he pulled out three silver discs, and a pair of jeweler’s glasses. He sat down in the chair, slipping the glasses on to peer down at the discs. “I’m going anyway.”

Kyle sighed, aggrieved. “Well I did promise Guerin if he got his ass kidnapped by the government, I would come to his rescue.”

Alex didn’t look up from his work, pressing a small pin on each disc. “You’re not going with me, Kyle.”

“I know this face is distractingly handsome, but tell me you remember all the time we spent on the range together as kids. I can shoot a gun.”

“Shooting a paper target is different from shooting at a human being.” Each disc beeped softly, then went silent. He pulled the glasses off with a satisfied smirk, “Besides, I need you to come with the cavalry. These are military grade GPS trackers that I’ve linked to my laptop and my phone. Once my father sees I’m there without the piece of the ship, he’ll take me to Michael so he can teach me a lesson.”

“What makes you think your dad won’t find these trackers?”

“I’m sure he will, but I’ve got a back up plan on that as well. My father has underestimated me my entire life. He thinks I am weak, that my emotions and desires cloud my judgment. He’s going to see he was wrong.”

“Alex.” Kyle hesitated, struggling for a moment before taking a seat at the table. He gently laid his hand on Alex’s wrist, stilling the other man. “We all want Guerin back safe but I want you to consider for a moment that your father is right, that your emotions are clouding your judgment. Because what I’m seeing right now is kind of freaking me out, dude. You’re dressed from head to toe in black ops murder gear with GPS trackers, which I didn’t even know you could buy, talking about going in alone, guns blazing, against your dad.”

“I got them on Ebay.”

“That’s what you’re choosing to focus on?”

“What are my other options, Kyle? He’s got Michael. He’s had him for two days, and there is exactly zero chance he doesn’t want both the UFO fragment and Michael.” Alex wrenched his hand away,. He inhaled deeply and pushed down the swell of thoughts of what had already happened to Michael in two days.

“I agree, but back when I laid him out with barbiturates in our bunker, you and I had a discussion about killing him. I seem to remember we decided against that.”

“No, Kyle, you decided against it and I went along with it. Which was clearly a mistake. This has been a long time coming, okay? He brought this on himself when he took Michael.”

“I knew there was no talking you out of this. I just don’t want you to do this alone.”

* * *

The lights were all on at the formerly known as Evans-Bracken residence, now just Evans.

“You look like you’re ready to storm the castle.” Isobel commented, before pushing the door open and turning back into the house. “I still haven’t felt anything from Michael. He could be dead, and all of this would be pointless.”

Alex winced and acknowledged the point before pushing the thought down. “He’s not dead.”

“How do you know? Your so-called cosmic connection?” She sipped from the glass in her hand, the scent of chemicals wafted to him. It was clearly not water.

Gently he wrapped his fingers around her hand, guiding the glass away before resting it on the table next to him. “Maybe, but in reality, if he was dead, my father would have taken someone else as leverage and he would have taunted me with my failure to protect Michael.”

****

[ So as you can see it needs a massive rewrite to fix my characterization- but I still like the plot of Jesse taking Michael for the ship piece- especially since the show fumbled on this so badly in 2x10-2x11. ]

#oh man early hiatus fic has a feel don't it?#Anonymous

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Fic: Night out

Word count:3830

*Two-three months after the ‘Earthquake’ event*

Street slapped on the doorframe as he office landscape part of the metro division. Neither of the three officers in there looked up.

“Hey! Luca!” he grinned as the blond looked up from his computer screen, “The rest of the team is thinking about going out tonight. Find a sweet bar and have a few drinks, would be really cool if you joined us.”

Luca flashed a brief smile, then sighed, “I don’t know…”

“Come on, we’ll make sure there’s a good bench where you can sit and have your leg up.” Street tried to bribe.

“I can’t drink…” Luca shrugged, “Pain meds and alcohol don’t mix.”

“Well, I won’t either. I’m the DD…”

“Designated driver…” he chuckled, “Yeah, guess it was your turn right about now…”

Street nodded, “Come on, the team misses you…”

“Well, I’m right here…”

“-You know what I mean…”

“Yeah, I do…” Luca nodded.

“So, can I count you in?”

Luca sighed, glancing down at the leg he had propped up on a second chair and a few pillows. “Look, I… My leg still really hurts… And I feel drained of all energy.”

Street nodded, “I feel bad trying to convince you to go out with us, but… How about you go out with us, and if you feel like you have to bail after 10-20 minutes, then that’s fine. I’ll drive you home. Just, please?”

Luca smiled a bit, “Promise? It won’t be weird?”

“Of course, no one will think it’s weird that you suddenly might feel like the couch or bed back home is a better option. We all know what happened in the first place.”

Luca nodded, “So, are we headed straight to the bar after work, or?”

“No, some of us DEFINITELY need a shower before seeing civilians.” Street chuckled.

“Good, my work pillbox is empty, so since we’re going home first I can grab my next dose before we go out.”

Street nodded, “Forgot to fill it up?”

“No, just figured I had enough for the shift.” Luca shrugged.

Street nodded and stood a bit taller to check the coffee mug on Luca’s desk, “Want some more coffee?”

Luca chuckled, “Yeah, that’d be great.”

Street smiled and walked over to Luca’s desk to grab his mug. “So, do you want to grab some food someplace before we go to the bar?”

“Oh, YES.” Luca beamed, “I’m hungry as F…”

Street grinned as he filled up Luca’s mug with coffee, “What kind of food do you want?”

“Anything’s good.” Luca shrugged.

“I found this new Lithuanian place. The food is amazing, not necessarily modern looking, but amazing.”

Luca grinned, “Sounds awesome.”

“We can pick it up on our way home…”

Luca nodded, “Sounds good.”

Street placed the coffee mug in front of Luca, “Alright, then I tell the team that you’re in tonight. And I’ll see you in half an hour.”

Luca nodded.

SWATSWATSWAT

“He’s in!” Street grinned as he returned to the rest of the team, “But we need to pick a bar where he can sit comfortably.”

“Of course.” Hondo nodded. “What about Ercoles?”

“Or Good Times At Davy Wayne’s…” Chris shrugged, “Couches there as well.”

“Barney’s Beanery?” Street shrugged.

“Ercoles…” Deacon shrugged, “Ercoles is probably the speed Luca’s up for right now.”

Street nodded, “Yeah. You’ve got a point.”

“Let’s take Ercoles.” Tan shrugged, “That’s not too far from where you live either. Shorter drive when he’s out of energy.”

Street nodded, “Another good point.”

SWATSWATSWAT

Street almost regretted convincing Luca that a night out with the team would be a good idea when he heard the older man hiss as something flared up while they were walking from their car to their house with the takeaway they planned on eating before going out.

“Hey, you good?”

Luca had already stopped in his track, but when Street asked he looked back up and feigned a smile. “Yeah, just…”

“Just?”

Luca shrugged.

“Couldn’t come up with a reasonable lie?”

Luca rolled his eyes, “Just didn’t want to worry you. Just had a slight muscle spasm. Nothing to even think about.”

Street raised his eyebrows, not buying what Luca tried selling at all. “Sure.”

“Look, my leg will so weird shit like this for a long time, and you know it.” Luca started hobbling again, “That it does so when my last dose of meds are almost worn out is nothing to write home about. It’s natural. I just need to get my pill and relax for like half an hour. I’ll be good to go.”

Street kept his ‘not-believing-you’ look as he stared Luca down.

“Come on, I’m starving…” Luca complained as he stopped once more, but this time in front of Luca, “Are you going unlock the door or not? I didn’t even grab my keys this morning… -And I kinda want to sit down as well.”

Street chuckled a little and found the right key, “Alright.”

He held the door open for Luca, then he gestured to the couch, “Go sit down, I’ll get your meds. They’re on your nightstand, right?”

“Yeah, thanks…” Luca offered up a small smile as he hobbled towards the couch. He was not to proud to accept help like that when it was offered up. Once upon a not-so-distant time he might have been stubborn enough to growl in Street’s direction and claim that he could do it his damn self. But a crush injury often changes your perspective a bit.

He had just gotten himself arranged on the couch when Street rattled his pill bottle behind his shoulder. “Here you go…”

“Thank you.” Luca winked as he took the pill bottle, twisted the cap off and popped a pill into his mouth.

“And some soda to wash it down with…” Street held up a bottle of coke, “Figured you wanted that to go with the takeout.”

“Thanks again.” Luca grinned, took the bottle and took a sip before swallowing the pill, “Now that food smells amazing… Let’s eat.”

Street nodded and placed the plastic bag with takeout on the table. “I’ll get some plates and forks. I just ordered two different platters that I like, my guess is you’ll like them as well. This way we can both have a bit of each.”

Luca nodded and adjusted the way his leg was rested on top of the pillows, not without a slight grimace.

“Look, if you feel like you need to skip out on us today, I get it…” Street said from the kitchen, “It would be awesome if you’re able to join us, but seeing how much it bothers you… The rest of the team would obviously understand.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Luca shook his head as he sat back, “I just need like half an hour and for the pill I just took to start working. It’ll hurt a lot less then.”

“You sure?”

“You didn’t have to try that hard to convince me, remember?”

Street shrugged as he walked back to the living room table with plates and forks. “I just don’t want you to push yourself too hard either, especially not since I came up with a reckless idea.”

“Going to a bar can’t be considered reckless. Not unless you plan on getting into trouble.” Luca chuckled, “Besides, you said we were going to Ercoles, I can sit in a booth and sip coffee or soda and just rest.”

Street nodded.

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“I think I’m good to go now…” Luca winked over at Street a bit after they had finished their dinner, “I should probably change into some off-duty clothes.”

Street nodded, “Yeah, I should too…”

Luca smirked as he started to lift his leg off the pillows it had rested on, this time without a grimace to go along with the task. “You think boardshorts are okay? It’s either that or sweatpants. I had to get a bigger pair of uniform pants just for them to fit over this damn cast.”

“Don’t you have that pair of baggy cargo pants?”

“Yeah, but those are visibly dirty…” Luca shrugged.

“It might be a bit cold in just shorts…”

“We’re going to be indoors, and I’m not exactly one to freeze easily…”

“True.” Street nodded, “Go for the shorts. Should I bring a pillow you can have under your leg?”

“That would be great…” Luca nodded as he reached for his crutches.

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He had been more than a little skeptical about going out. His lower leg and knee was still causing him all sorts of pain. But it had been so long since he had actually hung out with the team.

He was stuck with Street on the regular, but the other guys and Chris he really missed. And to be completely honest, being at home with Street wasn’t the same as hitting up a bar with him.

He sat on one side of the booth with his bad leg up on the bench. He was enjoying a cup of strong coffee and all his good friends were there.

Street had found a barstool and placed himself in front of his leg like a human shield, to make sure no drunk person would accidentally bump into it. The risk of just that happening wasn’t that great at the moment though, the bar was far from crowded. Probably because it was a Tuesday, but for the team it was the ‘weekend’.

Chris sat beside Street on another barstool. Hondo and Tan filled up the other side of the booth and Deacon was over at the bar ordering another beer, a third barstool was waiting patiently for him.

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“So I’m barreling down Mansfield Avenue, running as fast as I freaking can…” Tan’s in the middle of an old ‘war-story’, “Then at one of the last cross streets before Melrose Avenue, a freaking Prius comes out straight in front of me. Too late for me to stop, too late for me to try to jump the hood, or… You know, just jump the entire car…”

The team chuckled a little.

“So, at full speed I run into this Prius. My partner was like 10-20 yards behind me, and he claimed it hurt all the way back there.” Tan chuckled, “Now it didn’t hurt that bad, but I did forget about the chase we were in the middle of. The Prius needed a new side window and to get it’s side door straightened. And I took about forty stitches in total after that run-in.”

“I hope you did some sort of ‘you-should-see-the-other-guy’ thing when you returned to the station.” Chris chuckled, “Poor Prius…”

Luca chuckled.

“Oh, I’ve got a nice one…” Hondo grinned, “Way back in the day, long before I made SWAT…”

The team turned their attention to him.

“I was probably in my early 20’s… I was teamed up with a guy who did not like my guts.” Hondo chuckled, “You know the kind… Anyway, we were going to enter this building. There had been a ‘call’ about domestic violence.”

Luca looked up, “Is it…?”

“You and Deke know the story…” Hondo nodded, “I was the first to enter. The only one to enter.”

Deacon grimaced, knowing what was to come.

“You see, this guy who hated me mostly because I tanned easier than him had managed trick some of his street friends into doing a fake call.” Hondo sighed, “He slammed the door shut behind me, and five gangsters attacked me.”

The whole team grimaced by then.

“I managed to shoot one of them in the shoulder, and that’s how it ended. They figured it was best to bail by then. But I looked like I had been in the ring with Muhammed Ali. One of my eyes were swollen shut, I had a split lip that needed twelve stitches. Lots of other small nicks and a ton of bruises. I could barely stand straight for two weeks. I don’t remember how many ribs I cracked, but it was more than a few. Let’s just say that I refused to have that guy as a partner for another shift.”

“Did he get fired?” Street asked.

“Not straight away…” Luca shook his head.

“No, not straight away…” Hondo nodded, “The bastard had friends both in high and low places. He did get caught eventually though.”

“Man, I wish I could’ve kicked his ass myself…” Luca sighed.

Deacon nodded.

“Well, ancient history…” Hondo shrugged, “Now, I know you’ve also got an ancient history story for us Luca… Come with it!”

“Oh, you mean the one where I fell off a truck?” Luca chuckled, one hand absentmindedly rubbing against his cast.

Hondo nodded.

“Alright.” Luca nodded and shifted a little in his seat, “Now, this was also LONG before SWAT…I had worked a couple of years, maybe. But I was still a bit… A bit of a hothead and quick to action.”

He paused and took a sip of his coffee.

“So, me and my partner had found this truck that had been associated with some kidnappers. We checked it. None of the suspects in sight. My partner called it in, I stuck around. These guys were known for beating their hostages to pulp basically, and two of them had ended up dead. I heard them approaching while Tim was calling it in by our car, which was parked on the other side of the store. We were actually going to get some grub…”

“What did you do?” Chris asked.

“I realized that I could not be seen. I was in uniform and I didn’t know what would happen if they saw me. I didn’t know if they had guns, I didn’t know if they would open fire in the middle of the street. I didn’t know a lot of stuff.”

“So…?” Tan asked.

“He climbed up on top of the rig…” Deacon chuckled.

Luca nodded. “I did. It was the only route that guaranteed that I wouldn’t be spotted.”

Hondo chuckled.

“Now, it was all fun and games until they started up the truck, and I found myself on the top of a moving Peterbilt. Now, Tim had seen the truck roll out, and decided to follow it. Even though he couldn’t find me. And as a note to you younger guys this was before we wore our radios. So… He couldn’t just call me up either.” Luca grinned, “He pulled out on the street, followed the truck at some distance. No lights, no sirens. But… I guess the guys saw him and realized they were in trouble.”

“Uhuh…” Street nodded, “Then what?”

“They stepped on the gas.” Luca chuckled, “And I hung on for dear life.”

Hondo grinned wide, he had heard the old story about a billion times before. Because he often asked Luca to tell that story if they were alone, mostly because of the ending. But he knew the younger crowd probably hadn’t heard it before.

“So, yeah… Tim had called for backup. So this other squad car comes roaring up the street, opposite direction. Which led to some impressive driving from the kidnappers, I’ve got to credit that to them. Which again made it a whole lot more difficult to stay on top of that rig. At one point a chopper came on top of us… And the truck sped up even more.”

Deacon nodded, he had heard the story a few times before, but not as many times as Hondo.

“Anyway. Soon enough the kidnappers messed up and they took the wrong turn and ended up in a place where the road was under construction..” Luca chuckled a bit, “I give you one chance to guess what happened when the driver hit his breaks…”

“Ouch, you fell off?” Chris frowned.

“Bingo!” Luca chuckled, “Broke my wrist going down there. Anyway, kidnappers are on their way out of their truck, and yup… They had guns, because they started shooting towards the now three squad cars behind them.”

Hondo nodded, a smirk growing on his face.

“Now, my right hand was pretty much useless. I couldn’t even get my gun out of the holster with that hand.” Luca said, studying his own thick wrist, “I didn’t get my gun out before the kidnappers decided to retreat to the front of the truck, you know… Right where my broken wrist and I was.”

Deacon chuckled a bit.

“Somehow I manage to choke out the first guy. The smaller guy, of course…” Luca chortled, “So you can say I’m kinda outta luck at that point. Now, this hothead officer from one of the other squads came over.”

Both Deacon and Hondo laughed. Hard.

“What? What’s so funny?” Tan looked between the three oldest members.

“Well, the second hothead was him…” Deacon chuckled as he jerked his thumb in Hondo’s direction.

“Yep…” Luca nodded, “He took care of the two other kidnappers. And right about then a small squad of four rappelled down from the chopper which had been hovering above us for I don’t know how long…”

“Now THIS, THIS is the best part!” Hondo shot in, forcing the others to pay attention.

“Turns out it was SWAT.” Luca blushed at the thought, “Grandpa’s team… Grandpa and my dad were two of the guys who rappelled down.”

“NO?” Street’s jaw was hanging about an inch further down than usual.

“Yeah.” Luca shook his head, “I got the sternest talking to in my adult life right then and there…”

“He means they were just about to smack him around…” Hondo chuckled.

“I think they would’ve…” Luca shrugged, “If I hadn’t been grimacing and holding my wrist already… I was probably too pathetic looking to slap. I had gone one step beyond getting my ass kicked.”

“You’re kidding?” Tan chuckled.

Luca shook his head, “You’ve got to remember that people didn’t care that much back in the day if you spanked your kids. Or straight up beat the shit out of them in some cases. Now, as every other kid growing up in the 70s, I had been smacked a couple of times. So… I knew the look in both my dad and grandpa. They were almost vibrating as they gave me a firm shouting to about how ‘god-damned’ stupid I had been.”

“I didn’t know you back then, but I was certain those two SWAT officers were going to knock you out at any second…” Hondo shook his head at the memory, “Oh, and you were like 60% road rash…”

Luca nodded.

“That’s it…” Chris threw her hands up in the air, “I don’t have anything to top that!”

Deacon grinned, “Let’s hear yours anyway.”

“I got made on an undercover gig.” she shrugged, “Got roughed up a bit.”

“Care to elaborate?” Street tilted his head.

“Nope.” She shook her head, “Now Deke, what’s yours?”

“Broke my pelvis once.” He shrugged, causing the entire rest of the team either shudder or frown at the thought.

“I’m going to regret this, but how?” Tan asked looking at the grey haired man.

“Tossed from a window and onto a concrete wall a floor or two lower.” Deacon took another sip of his beer, “It was very uncomplicated. Basically the best kind of break you can have in your pelvis. Hurt like crazy though.”

Tan frowned.

Deacon nodded, then he looked over at Street. “You’re up…”

Street looked over at Luca, “Well… If you feel like stopping me, just do so…”

Luca scrounged up his nose “Why?”

“I got my leg trapped under my motorcycle once.”

“This is a work story, right?” Tan asked.

Street nodded, “Yes. I rode a police motorcycle for a while.”

“One of them big, boxy, ones?” Luca frowned.

“Big, not exactly boxy anymore…” Street nodded.

“How?”

“A bit outside of the city limits. Gravel road. A tractor came backing towards me around a bend. I hit the wrong break…”

“So you hit your front break and…”Luca let his hand mimic the motorcycle sliding out from under the driver.

Street nodded, “Came to a stop less than three yards from the rear of the tractor. My leg under the tank of the bike.”

“Alright, I don’t need any more details on that one…” Luca frowned.

Street nodded.

“Or… Did you end up with a cast, and for how long?” Luca followed up.”

“Yes, and seven weeks.”

Luca nodded, a small shudder running up his spine.

Hondo stretched before he stood up, “I’m getting another drink. Luca, do you want something?”

Luca checked his coffee cup, it was almost empty. He then pulled out a few bills and handed it to Hondo, “A coke or something…”

Hondo nodded.

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They had been there almost five hours when Luca poked Street in the leg with his good foot.

Street looked up immediately.

“Kid, tonight was real fun.” Luca beamed, then he flashed an apologetic smile, “But I should get back home now. It’s been a long day…”

Street nodded, “Do you need help up?”

Luca shook his head, “Don’t think so…”

He was right, he didn’t need help getting up.

“I might need help getting my crutches off of the floor though…” he added with a cheesy smile.

“No problem.” Tan winked and bent down to fetch Luca’s crutches, he then handed them to Street who in turn handed them to Luca.

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“You look like you’re in pain again…” Street mentioned as they walked from the car to the front door.

“Not more than usual…” Luca paused to shrug, “I’m a little stiff from sitting too long though…”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” Luca flashed on of his trademark full-blown smiles, “I’m sure. Stop worrying so much…”

Street rolled his eyes, “Considering how much your leg has gone through the last few months, I’m allowed to worry about you.”

Luca smirked a bit.

Street hurried up front to unlock and open the door for him, receiving a short nod and a short ‘thanks’ from Luca.

“Do you need anything?”

“Just to lay down and have my legs up…” Luca shrugged, “But Duke probably wants a walk…”

Street nodded and it didn’t take long before Duke met them by the door. Luckily for Luca the dog never jumped up on people he knew, a part of it’s career training.

“Guess you’re right about that…” Street bent down to pat Duke, and put the leash on him, “You’re sure you’re good here?”

“Yeah. All good.”

“Alright.” Street nodded and left for his and Duke’s walk.

Luca let out a heavy sigh once the door was closed. The truth was that he was drained in every way possible, his leg was throbbing violently and all he wanted was a good night’s worth of sleep. Something he couldn’t remember when he had the last time.

He hobbled over and took the pill bottle on the living room table, stuffing it into one of his pockets. Then he did a quick detour to the bathroom to take care of that business before he could turn in for the night.

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Everyone’s Having a Ball || Ariana, Lydia, & Simon

TIMING: Friday. May 15th PARTIES: @inconvenientsimonstrocity @inspirationdivine & @letsbenditlikebennett SUMMARY: Lydia has to join Simon for Ariana’s Senior Send Off game because she’s magically bound to Simon.

After a win against the boys’ soccer team in their short match and earning a fun award for being Most Likely to Survive The Hunger Games, Ariana was feeling pretty good about the night. Once all the awards were given out, she made her way out into the crowd to find Simon. She thought it was super cool that he’d taken the time to come and watch her play. Celeste had always worked a lot growing up and it was kind of nice knowing someone out in the crowd was rooting for you. When she found him in the stands, he brow furrowed slightly in confusion. He seemed to be with someone- a really elegant looking someone at that. Had he brought a date to her soccer game? She didn’t even know he was dating anyone. Hugging her trophy close to her she looked between the two of them before finally giving them an awkward smile. “Simon, hey,” she greeted, still looking in between him and Lydia, “I didn’t realize you were bringing a date.”

After yet more one-sided debate which eventually ended with Simon rather stubbornly and uncharacteristically boiling it down to ‘I’m going whether you want to come to not’ in so many words, the unusual duo ended up attending Ariana’s sendoff soccer game. Fortunately for the both of them but mostly Lydia, Simon was quiet and remained seated the whole time though he DID don monochrome face paint in his show of support and he paid very close attention to the game, namely her as his head tracked the ball back and forth and the moves she made, subconsciously scooting to the edge of his seat as if read to jump up and participate if someone asked or offered. The smile that crossed his face when she and her team won and was given the award was rare and full of pride for her. They remained where they were - he didn’t like siphoning out when other people did and figured it would have been easier for them to stick together and Ariana found them first, which prompted him to stand. “Ariana, you did beautifully!” He gave her a smile first before the smile faltered and he cleared his throat again, feeling that this was becoming a running trend. “Oh, sorry, this isn’t--” He faltered. “Uh… Ariana, this is Lydia,” He introduced in the same motion he had used many times previously. “Lydia, this is Ariana.”

Lydia was, unsurprisingly, not amused. Simon had been, of course, entirely polite about the whole thing. It was as fruitless as arguing about going to the morgue to clean - and ultimately, as they lived in her home and in her bedroom, and as he spent many hours sitting still while she worked on the paintings, she couldn’t protest too much. Especially considering the secrets in her home that he was almost certainly aware of, she wanted to keep him sweet. She drew the line at the face make up, and drew the line at actually watching the game. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate soccer as a sport at the highest levels. Lydia just couldn’t believe that it was a high school soccer match, not even the local leagues. She spent the entire game on her phone, and sighed when they didn’t leave with everyone else. When he stood, she did too, trying to give at least the impression of poise. “Hello Ariana, I suppose it’s a pleasure to meet you too.”

Ariana did little to hide the confused look upon her face. If she wasn’t a date and clearly had little interest in meeting Ariana, why was she here? Was this like a crush sort of thing? Seemed weird, not that she was like an expert on the subject or anything. Still the woman was at her game with her friend, she could at least have the decency to pretend to be interested. “Right,” she said slowly, “Good to meet you, too, I guess.” She turned back to Simon, holding up her little plaque with her superlative on it, and excitedly said, “Thank you so much for coming. Was pretty happy with my superlative and the win. Oh, the girl who won Most Likely to win The Voice is my prom date. She’s totally awesome.” She realized she was getting a bit over excited and took a deep breath to calm herself down. With the plaque tucked away under arm, she looked to Simon and asked, “Did you enjoy the game? Wanna go grab some snacks or something? I’m starving.”

Though Simon noted the distinct awkwardness in the air and that it strangely wasn’t caused by him. This was fine. It was fine. He leaned in to look at the plaque, feeling Ariana’s energy and finding himself smiling because of her vivacity - the past few days have been relatively muted when he spent forcible time with Lydia, which was fine but it was nice to be around someone more high energy. “Ah, really?” He asked. “That’s awesome! I’m happy for you!” He straightened back up and glanced sideways at Lydia, knowing by this point that her dietary habits were…. Decidedly not the same as theirs. “Snacks?” He asked, tilting his head slightly as if asking for permission, which… well okay, he kinda was.

Knowing that she ought to at least try, Lydia set her phone away, she could at least manage a pleasant smile and a mildly interested look as the teenager described her prom date. Simon was much more enthusiastic, but then, he was the one friends with a teenager. As if remembering she was there, he straightened, and looked at her cautiously. While he was asking permission, what was she going to say? No? “That sounds like a plan. Don’t let me interrupt anything you’d like to do. Lead the way.”

It was strange that Simon seemed to be asking this woman for permission to join her for snacks. Ariana wasn’t quite sure why she’d be here if she didn’t want to be, but she seemed a bit more personable now. “Perfect, I’ll grab us some stuff from the concession stand before they close up and we can grab one of the picnic tables?” She looked quickly between the two of them, “I usually get a pick of whatever’s left for free-- do you guys want fries, hot dogs, nachos-- that have shaved ice too which is pretty nice if you have a sweet tooth.”

The mention of it being free gave Simon brief pause as he was reaching into his pocket to pull out some money to give to Ariana - when she says ‘a pick of whatever’s left’, he didn’t think they meant ‘here take it for you and your friends’ so… he pulled out a 20 and offered it out to her, resisting the urge to say that he wanted as many hot dogs as they could spare. “Just one hot dog and shaved ice, if either of those are available.” He looked over to Lydia again, then down as if expecting to see the rope between them but, as usual, he didn’t. “We can grab a seat while you get the food, if you want,” He offered, his body language insinuating that Lydia could pick a place she’d feel...less uncomfortable sitting since he was well-aware that she didn’t want to be here.

“I’m fine, thank you,” Lydia replied with a small smile, and watched as Simon gave the girl money. “That sounds like a good idea. It’s such a--” The sky was dreary, grey, but the sun behind the clouds was more. “The weather is pleasant enough that others might have the same idea, we wouldn’t want to miss out.” She flashed Simon a small grateful smile as they found a picnic table that didn’t have too much mud around it, a little out of the way. “Does this suit you?”

Though she was pretty sure she didn’t need it, Ariana took the twenty from Simon for the sake of not making the situation even more awkward. Lydia seemed to be more friendly now. She could admit that maybe she came off a little strong with the being shocked over him bringing a date thing. She still wasn’t entirely convinced they weren’t dating, but whatever. Simon could tell her when he was ready to. She grabbed a couple of hot dogs, fries, and shaved iced cups from the stand before sitting back down at the picnic table with Simon and Lydia. She put the twenty back down in front of Simon and looked between the two. “So, how do you guys know each other?”

Simon smiled gently at Lydia’s softening up, nodding in agreement when she found a place that suited her and he debated on whether to sit next to her or across the table… ultimately deciding it’d be easier for them to suddenly move if they were next to each other so he did, still giving her space as he rested his spidery hands on the table in front of them. He took the opportunity to look around at their surroundings more, then up at the sky and hoped it didn’t start raining. Surely he’d have been able to smell the moisture in the air, right? Or… he should’ve been if he was smart and took some meds, which he forgot to do because he got caught up in the moment of going to a game. He looked back ahead when Ariana returned, stopping just short of licking his lips visibly when he saw the food. “Uh--” He hesitated, recalling when they actually first met in person. “About… three days ago?” He asked, glancing to Lydia for confirmation as he pulled a hot dog over to him but kept the money on the table.

Lydia looked to Simon as he sat down beside her, sighing deeply. “Please know I’m only enduring this because you have to sleep in my bedroom,” Lydia said under her breath, but the teenager was already back, carrying hotdogs - the worst of human foods - and fries. Simon was practically salivating for it, as he pulled the hotdog towards him. “Yes, three days. The circumstances are… complicated to explain. What about the pair of you? I was under the impression Simon didn’t have any children.”

This whole thing was weird even by White Crest’s standards. Ariana couldn’t wrap her head around why he brought someone he’d only met three days ago to her game. She also happened to catch that they were sharing a bed as she listened walking back up. Why were they sharing a bed? Lydia didn’t seem happy about it… and the circumstances were complicated. She’d taken the seat across from them and had been picking at her french fries. “Three days ago and complicated… Right,” she said slowly, still looking between them kind of confused, “Oh, I’m not Simon’s daughter. We’re… well, we have a lot in common. It’s a totally not creepy relationship. He’s like my adopted uncle.” As she shoved a few more french fries in her mouth, she couldn’t drop the thought of wanting to know the circumstances. She blurted out, “Are the weird circumstances natural or not?”

The hot dog was gone in about three or four bites, vanishing from the plate almost as soon as it had been put on the table though Simon was still very polite about it though he almost choked when Lydia referred to Ariana as his child, coughing on his bite and pounding his chest as he situated his esophagus. Fortunately, Ariana seemed to have the answer under control and he gave a thumbs up, holding his breath for a few moments. ...Good? Good. Okay, now that he wasn’t dying-- wait adopted uncle? He felt himself get a little hot. Hopefully not that BAD type of uncle. He quietly crunched his shaved ice in a moment of silence before Ariana suddenly confronted them with the next question and he regarded her for a second with an expression that seemed to say ‘what weird circumstance WOULD be natural’? He didn’t know the answer so he didn’t expect her to and he fumbled for an answer before not answering at all and turning to look at Lydia again; he knew what all three of them were and he knew she was private regarding matters so he was going to let her answer that one.

Lydia looked at Simon in bafflement. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Surely you knew she’d ask.” She asked, before looking at the teenager again. Adopted uncle. It was sweet, in a slightly strange roundabout way. If Lydia didn’t personally feel attacked by the very notion of being dragged to a high school soccer game, she might feel more guilty about how she’d been behaving. “Yes, darling, it is complicated in a rather unnatural way. Obviously, we won’t discuss that too loudly here. Safe to say it’s… inconvenient, to say the least.”

Ariana couldn’t help but let out a giggle at the little bit of sass Lydia had going on. Poor Simon. He wasn’t the most confident dude, but she was determined to change as much. It did leave the question of Lydia not being very thrown off by the whole supernatural thing. Wait, she wasn’t a wolf was she? She sniffed as subtly as she could, the full moon had been a week ago so her sense of smell was still pretty strong. Lydia didn’t smell like a wolf or another animal. She nodded, “Okay, I get it now. That’s like… really random though.” She gave a quick glance around the area, trying to keep an eye on anyone who could be listening. “Thanks for coming then… I know you probably don’t care for high school soccer, but it means a lot that Simon could be here.” She offered a friendly smile, Lydia could have refused to come altogether. She still didn’t understand what was happening, but she could go with it.

“Sorry! I just… didn’t know if--” Simon cleared his throat and fell silent, spooning another bite of shaved ice in his mouth awkwardly and giving a more pronounced sniff than the one Ariana had been subtle about in what he assumed was an attempt to find out what Lydia was. “Thanks again for inviting me,” He said, giving the teenager a friendly smile. He paused again briefly. “It’s invisible,” He said quietly, looking at Ariana this time. “Like… an invisible tether that’s keeping us from being too far apart.” He tried to explain. “We don’t know how it came about but it’s, like…” He held his hand up and moved it in a ‘swish and flick’ motion.

Did Ariana just… sniff her? Lydia frowned in confusion, leaning back slightly. She tapped her fingers along the wood as Simon shovelled ice into his mouth, waiting for his awkwardness to pass. “It was certainly very random.” Lydia agreed. Her features lost some of their harshness as she listened to Simon explain. They’d told this story in so many ways now, with demonstrations of one kind or another, and here the public space added a new dimension. All the same, by the end of his little hand swish, she had a small smile on her face. “That’s roughly the gist of it. Anyway, I believe we’re here to celebrate your victory, Ariana. Simon was adamant about not missing it.”

Apparently Ariana hadn’t been as subtle as she hoped to be in her sniffing and Simon was far from discreet. As much was apparent by Lydia’s frown. As much as she loved socializing, other wolves really were so much easier. They didn’t find it weird when you were always sniffing the world around you. She listened as Simon explained further and nodded, “Hm, I know a couple of people who are pretty good at the magic thing. I can see if they’ve ever heard of anything like this.” As Lydia directed the conversation back to her, she smiled. It made her happy that Simon was so dead set on being able to come to her last game of the year. He really was the sweetest and she loved having him in her life. “True, I just might be a curious w- person. Thank you for coming with him though, not that you had much choice, but Simon’s like family and it’s awesome that you guys came.” She turned to Simon, “Did you see that goal I made in the first half? The look on Mark’s face was so priceless. That was definitely a highlight for me.”

He knew that Ariana might know at least one magic user so Simon nodded in agreement at Ariana’s suggestion - extend feelers, try to get this thing sorted. He felt a weird rush of emotions at these mentions of Ariana calling him a family member, feeling his face redden slightly and he looked down at is dwindling cup of shaved ice; it was strange, having gone so long without having any friends and now here he was forcibly bonded to a woman who he didn’t think hated him anymore with a teenage girl calling him an adopted uncle. He was thankful for the distraction from his own thoughts when she brought up some of her moves from the game and his expression lightened. “Yeah, it was amazing!” He said enthusiastically. “Soccer games are always the most entertaining; never a dull moment. You’re very deft on the field; I’m surprised anyone could keep up with you.” He wondered if anyone else on the team had supernatural blood, giving them an edge without it being an EDGE.

“I would appreciate as much discretion as possible,” Lydia replied to Ariana’s offer, especially after Simon had accepted it. She was much more comfortable as the conversation moved on to more pleasant and less interesting things. Although she couldn’t help but notice the way Simon shifted in response to Ariana’s words, straightening, reddening. He really couldn’t take a compliment. All she did in turn was raise an eyebrow at him, as the conversation turned to the game. Lydia hadn’t been watching, so didn’t have anything to add there, but was happy to check out while the two of them talked for a little.

Ariana nodded as Lydia expressed wanting discretion on the whole magical bond thing they had going on. Lydia seemed polite enough, but she had the feeling she should probably avoid pissing her off. As Simon spoke of how well she played, Ariana was positively beaming with pride. There was little in this world she enjoyed more than soccer and she loved working with her team to make winning happen. “Is it cocky if I say I know I am? To be fair, I may have a slight advantage physically and all.” The full moon had only been about a week ago so her legs still felt stronger than they would a week from now. “Soccer is definitely one of the more fun sports to watch. That and basketball. American football is just. Ugh. It moves so slow comparatively.”

“Non-American football is definitely one of the more exciting sports,” Simon agreed almost verbatim before shaking his head. “I don’t think it’s cocky; you’re confident and I think people are drawn to that about you.” He explained. “It’s a team sport for sure but people look up to those traits in leaders. Obviously. And I think that confidence and speed - and perhaps your slight advantage, but that’s just a bonus if anything - were instrumental to half the plays you and your team made tonight.” He paused, then cleared his throat and ate another spoonful of watered down shaved ice. “S...sorry.” He quieted down and itched at his nose, rubbing off some of the paint that was on his face.

When she heard the apology, Ariana gave him a stern look and reminded, “You say sorry too much.” Even when he was being helpful or talking her down from being upset, he always apologized. It was something she couldn’t quite understand, but she wanted to help break the habit. Help him gain some confidence. “But also, thank you. I try to be. In a team setting, I find it to be contagious.” She smiled thinking of her team, though she was going to miss playing with them. “I’ll miss the team, but I’m going to be coaching a children’s soccer camp over the summer which will be fun. May have to drag you to some of those games, too.” She took a few spoonfuls of the shaved ice and set the spoon down. “We still have to find you a piano so you can practice, too! You still have to play Moonlight Sonata for me.”

Simon chuckled despite the look she gave him at first; Moonlight Sonata, such a cliche choice for a wolf… certainly more-so than Post Malone. “In time,” He hadn’t played the piano in months… could he even still play a coherent melody, let alone something as iconic as Beethoven? He shook the thought off. “I’m more excited about you teaching the next generation - I can’t help but admire people who take time out of their lives to teach others, especially about a topic that interests them,” He remarked. “I think you’d be a good teacher - and you don’t forget that you said you’d show me a thing or two, too,” He pointed his spoon at Ariana playfully. “So no dragging me anywhere; I’ll show up on my own volition.”

Lydia drifted out of the conversation for a moment, satisfied to let Simon do his small talk. Although, her ears did perk up at the mention of a piano. Even moreso that the melody Ariana proposed was Moonlight Sonata. Now that was interesting. Lydia blinked as something cold dropped on her head. The clouds overhead had only grown darker. Lydia looked up to the sky, holding her hand upturned. After a second, another drop landed in her palm. “As cute as all this bonding is, I think it’s time to leave. I draw the line on walking through fresh mud to leave here.” She looked apologetically to Ariana, and less so to Simon.

There was a proud grin on Ariana’s face as Simon spoke. It was pretty cool she’d be teaching soccer to kids so they could share in something she loved. “Yeah, it’ll be rewarding. I’m looking forward to working with the kids,” she explained happily. When a drop of rain hit her, her smile faded into a frown. She’d have to call Ulf to pick her up so that she could avoid smelling like a wet dog. “That’s a good idea,” she responded to Lydia before giving them both appreciative looks. “Thank you both so much for coming. I’ll catch up with you soon, Simon!”

Damn, and the conversation had been going so smoothly. Simon found that he was frustrated at himself (again, as usual) that he wasn’t able to smell the rain coming - before the whole werewolf nonsense, he could but nowadays, the odour of wet dog just irritated his olfactory senses… he hadn’t mentioned yet today how much he actually hated this sometimes. He stood up quickly, catching Lyida’s gaze as he did so and returned Ariana’s look with his own smile. “Thank you for having us,” he replied with a small wave. “I look forward to the next time we meet. Be safe on your way home!” He spoke rather hurriedly and spent little time going back as far as he could towards the car, reaching the edge of their bond in an usual sense of urgency - get inside before you get wet, get inside before you get wet. He wondered if he and Ariana would ever have an exchange that didn’t end with him having a problem… maybe next time.

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Crazy Little Thing Called Life

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A/N: Wow, Chapter 7 is finally here. Sorry for such the delay like always, I’m horrible at time management. This chapter gets a little steamy and of course ends in a cliff hanger. Sorry to do that to you. But a lot kinda of happens in this chapter and it’s all over the place so sorry for everything horrible in here. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Bye for now. ;]

~with lots of love, Jazzman~

Summary: A road trip/vacation between two old friends turn into something more(basic plot but whateva)

Song: Stand By Me by Ben E. King

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Word count: 3993

Warnings: language, slight naughty things, horrible writing skills.

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Ch. 7: Who’s The Blonde?

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This was the worst hangover you have ever experienced before in your entire life! Your head was pounding and throbbing, you felt like somebody had knocked you out. The room was spinning and the light from the windows were so bright, it was a pain to your eyes. You tried to stand up but when you got off the bed, your legs were weak that you almost fell, and oh my god, your stomach was whirling. Next thing you knew, you were running for the bathroom trying not to fall over on the way there. Sure, you had experienced small, little hangovers before but this, this was new. Maybe it’s because you had two whole bottles of wine last night. You can’t even remember anything from the night before, if you were being honest. You could have shared all of your feelings for Ben, with Ben, for all you knew! Your main concern right now, was getting rid of your sickness.

Ben walked into the bathroom from his room and saw you on the floor next to the toilet with your head down. He knew he heard someone throwing up when he walked into his room. He woke up an hour before you and had just gotten over his killer hangover. He crouched down beside you and lifted your hair out of your face and the toilet, you hadn’t really noticed that Ben walked in. You were too busy throwing up and your head was still throbbing.

“Love? Are you ok?” Ben asked as he rubbed your back to comfort you. As much as you loved Ben’s back rubs, you were not in the mood and you were too sick to care.

“Do I look like I’m OK?” You snapped at him as you placed your forehead against the seat of the toilet. You felt bad for snapping at him like that but god, you just needed some time alone right now.

“I’m sorry. I mean, do you need any help? Is there anything I can do?” Ben felt bad for you, he really did and he was just trying to be a good friend but damn, he just needed to give you some space right now.

“Yes Ben I’m fine! Can I please just be alone right now?” You were getting irritated and it wasn’t his fault. You didn’t even want to look him in the eyes or even lift up your head for that matter. Then another wave of nausea hit you and you ended back up in the toilet seat, throwing up everything in your stomach.

“Ok, I’ll be in my room if you need me…” He left through the bathroom door, into his room. Damn it, he was trying to be nice and here you are being a total bitch to him. You would call him back in here but you always stood by your word, even if you were wrong. What you didn’t know was that Ben didn’t stay in his room, he knew to give you space so he found another way to help. He went downstairs and made you tea to ease you up, got you some water to rehydrate you(that’s what he heard would help), and some ibuprofen to take for the headache. He secretly snuck back into your room and placed everything on your night stand next to your bed with a letter.

You felt like you were done puking but you were scared to go back to bed and have to run into the bathroom again. Your arms and legs felt weak but you pushed yourself up anyways and made your way out of the bathroom. Your hands tried to find things to hold onto as you made your way to your bed. Once you reached it, you moved all of the covers up and slid into it, all you wanted right now was some rest. That was until you realized the tea, water, and meds on your night stand. Of course you knew Ben put it there ‘cause it sure as hell wasn’t casper.

You sat up against the headboard and grabbed the ibuprofen and water, drinking the water as you took the medication. Your headache had gone down a little before, so maybe the meds would make it go down even more. As you were about to grab the tea, you noticed a little slip of paper under the warm cup. You pulled the note from under the tea and opened it. The slip of paper read:

I know you wanted space but I REALLY wanted to help because I felt bad, but I gave you some ibuprofen, tea, and water to at least help in some way. If there’s anything else you need, I’ll be in the room next door like always. Also I was gonna say let’s go to the beach today but your probably sick as fuck so we’ll just plan that for tomorrow but for right now I’m heading to the grocery store, if you need anything just text me! Ok bye Love! Get better soon!

Well ok then Ben. Damn it, why did he always have to be so nice to you even when your a complete bitch to him? You place the note back on the nightstand and resume back to your warm cup of tea. You just sat there and sipped your tea while thinking of anything you needed from the store. Nothing came to mind at the moment, but you knew the minute Ben comes back, you’ll finally remember something you needed. That’s just how your brain liked to play games with you. Stupid piece of shit, stop making life more difficult than it has to be.

Once you finished your cup of tea, you put the empty cup back on top of the note and tucked yourself away under the covers. Maybe taking a little nap wouldn’t hurt, Ben was out shopping so he probably wouldn’t care. Your eyelids suddenly got heavy and then before you knew it, you were passed out.

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Ben decided to go out and go grocery shopping which is new to him. Sure, he went shopping with his mom but never by himself. It was new territory for him. Especially since he’s in a whole new state too. He didn’t know exactly what to get either but he didn’t want to call and disturb you. He went to this place called Vons, it had the same vibe as a Safeway back in Arizona so maybe it was all connected somehow.

He went through the aisles one by one and literally packed the cart with junk food and some alcohol to replace the two wine bottles you both drowned in last night. One girl came up to him and asked if something was wrong since he looked confused.

“No, I’m alright. I’m just new here actually.”

“You’ve never been to Vons?” She looked quite puzzled.

“No, but I also meant I’m new to Cali.” Ben chuckled as he saw how the girl’s face turned to a shade of pink from embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I’m stupid, I didn’t realize that’s what you meant. Of course.”

“It’s alright, really, no need to be sorry love.” And with that, the random girl started to help him with his shopping once he explained everything and why he was here. She had to scurry away to her own cart but she gave him her number in case of anything. She seemed nice and she looked like she was in her 20’s. Sadly, he didn’t catch her name at all.

Ben checked out all of the items and was on his way home. He knew you would probably be asleep or dying over the pain. Either way he wanted to make sure you were at least better now than earlier. He pulled into the driveway and started to unload the groceries into the house from the back door. Once he was finished, he started putting all the food in the cabinets and the fridge and freezer. After that, he just went upstairs to check on you.

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While Ben was away you took a relaxing nap. It was all you needed and the tea really did help. You woke up and checked the time to realize that you slept for only an hour. The hangover had gone away and you decided to go see if Ben was home yet. Right when you were about to walk out of your bedroom, you bumped into Ben at the door frame. You were about to fall back until Ben caught you with his arm.

“You alright Love?” His warm smile and soft, green eyes made you melt right into him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Didn’t notice you came back.” You smiled as you stood up straight, out of his grip. You walked over to your bed with the little bit of grace left in you and patted the bed for him to go and sit next to you. You were still in his Bumblebee outfit from last night.

Ben quickly walked over to the edge of your pink, fluffy bed and sat next to you. You were still kinda tired from earlier so you laid your head in Ben’s lap. His thighs were extremely warm even though it wasn’t even hot outside or inside. Ben’s face turned into a crimson red as you did so. He wasn’t expecting that. He didn’t really know what to do. So Ben just started fiddling with strands from your hair.

“Hey Ben?” You said in a low hum that sent goosebumps up his body.

“Yes Love?” Ben said in a deep voice that sent shivers down your spine.

“Can you sing something to me?” Your hand was on his thigh now as you stared off into the dresser across from your bed. You rubbed your index finger in a circular motion in only one spot on his right thigh.

“I don’t see why not, but I’m not very good.” Ben said as he was thinking of something to sing to you. He picked Stand By Me by Ben E. King. He loved that song and he knew every word. He started to hum the beginning.

“When the night has come

And the land is dark

And the moon is the only light we’ll see

No I won’t be afraid, no I won’t be afraid

Just as long as you stand, stand by me

So darlin’, darlin’, stand by me, oh stand by me

Oh stand by me, stand by me

If the sky that we look upon

Should tumble and fall

Or the mountains should crumble to the sea

I won't cry, I won't cry, no I won't shed a tear

Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh stand by me

Oh stand…”

Ben whispered the song and sang at such a low voice that it was making you sleepy again. You loved it when Ben sang to you, he has such a beautiful and deep voice. And only you get to hear it whenever you wanted.

Even though Ben was good at singing, you were great at many different instruments. Such as the double and electric bass, the piano, and the guitar. Sure Ben could sing but you were the talented little bean. At least that’s what Ben called you.

You had fallen fast asleep in Ben’s lap and weren’t planning on moving. He didn’t want to disturb you but he had to get ready for tonight. He decided to go out again but this time without you. Only so he doesn’t have to watch over you. At least, that’s what he would tell you later. He picked you up bridal style once again and laid you on your bed while tucking you in your cozy blanket. He tiptoed his way through the bathroom and into his room before shutting the door.

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You woke up to find yourself in your bed and the morning light shining directly on you. It would be perfect if you weren’t so tired. All you remember is Ben singing to you before you passed out on his thigh. You want to get up but at the same time, you don’t. You’ve never been a morning person anyways. But you need to shower because you reek. Your hair was so greasy and matted. Don’t even start on the fact of how gross your face feels. Your face, for some strange reason, has always been oily and greasy as fuck and it gets on your nerves to the point that you take makeup wipes with you everywhere just to make sure your face isn’t shining like the sun.

You push over the covers of your bed and waddle your way to the bathroom. You turn on the hot water to full blast and hop on in. The scolding water feels somewhat refreshing and great on your skin. It feels good and it wakes you up a bit to start the day.

You jump on out of the shower and pick out some shorts and a giant t-shirt to wear. You felt kinda bad for being mean to Ben yesterday and then falling asleep on him. Maybe you’ll make breakfast for him if he isn’t already up.

You walk through the bathroom and to Ben’s door and creak it open a little to peak. He’s still asleep in his bed and barely covered by the sheets. He’s naked alright but hopefully he has some boxers or briefs on. You quietly close the door. When your done with the bathroom, you make your way down the stairs to the kitchen.

Just as your about to make ground level, you hear footsteps. Weird, the last time you checked, only you and Ben were living here. You turn your head around the corner to see a pretty blonde making herself some cereal in the kitchen. Why the fuck is she here? Does Ben have a secret sister you don’t know about? You slowly but surely go back up to your room to figure out a plan on what the hell to do.

You instead, go into Ben’s room and start to poke at his biceps slightly. He’s literally flexing in his sleep, Ben is a power machine while you on the other hand aren’t even able to do anything that requires upper body strength.

“Ben…” You whispered, feeling like a helpless kid who has to wake up their parents to tell them they threw up in the middle of the night. You stab at him a little harder this time and a little louder.

“Ben, c’mon wake up.” All he did was move around a bit and grumble something. You stabbed at him a little more.

“Ben,” you were giving up at this point until he said something.

“Come back to bed love. How about a second round before you go?” He grabbed you with both arms and put you on the other side of him on the bed. You could tell that he was only half awake. What did he even mean by second round?

Before you knew it, Ben was hovering over you, in nothing but his boxers and you could perfectly see the indent in them. You didn’t know what to do, you were too flushed and red to think properly. Ben was getting closer to your face by the second. His knee was in between your legs now, inching closer and closer to your core. Until eventually it was rubbing against it. Even though you’ve been liking this so far, it had to stop because of the problem downstairs. But before you could say anything, all you heard from Ben’s door, was a slam.

His eyes fully opened and realized that he wasn’t on top of his little fling from last night, but his best friend. He hadn’t fully comprehended who it was and had mistaken Y/n for the blondie, who he had completely forgotten the name of.

“Shit!” Ben quickly stumbled back to the edge of the bed until he fell on the floor. You were left laying there on his bed staring at the ceiling. You let out a breathe you didn’t know you were holding in. You felt cold without Ben’s body flushed up against you in every physically possible way. Almost every way.

Ben sat up and looked at you. He noticed your chest was heaving up and down rapidly. Not that he was staring up there anyways. He was breathing fast.

“I’m sorry, I thought- I didn’t mean-” Ben didn’t even know where to start. He felt like he violated you.

“It’s okay Ben. Just wasn’t expecting that.” You looked over at him. His eyes were intense, usually they were soft and gentle, but these were different. They had this sort of darkness to them. You shook your head and tried to focus on the real task here.

“Who’s the model in our kitchen?”

“Model?”

“The pretty blonde downstairs? Do you know why she’s here?” You still hadn’t gotten the full image.

“Oh. Well, she’s not here anymore,” Ben sighed as he got up and sat on the bed. “She just slammed the door when she saw me on top of you, I guess.”

“Why was she here though?” You still weren’t getting it.

“She was my little fling last night, if you want to call it that,” Ben sighed, “I had mistaken you for her and that’s why I got on top of you love. If I had known it was you, I wouldn’t have done that.”

Your face was bright red. He didn’t play with you like that because he wanted to, it was because he thought you were somebody else, he doesn’t like you like that. At least, that’s what you told yourself. You thought that he did that purposefully for you, not for her. You felt embarrassed and oh so much more.

“Oh.” Everything was clicking into place now. You brought your legs up to your chest and sat up against the head board. Ben can’t even look at you.

You decide to climb out of Ben’s bed and wobble your way back to the hallway. Your legs had fallen asleep, which for some reason your brain hadn’t comprehended, and you fell face flat on the floor next to Ben’s bed. He rushed over to you to try and help you up, but you just laid there. You didn’t want to move. All you wanted to do, was turn into a puddle and disappear. You felt like a distressed child.

Ben didn’t even know what to do, he just stood there looking down at you with his head tilted to the right. He bend down beside you and began tickling you uncontrollably. You turned into a laughing fit and felt like you couldn’t breathe. You even flipped over which was a poor choice since he just assaulted your stomach even more. Tears were springing from your eyes as you tried to fight him off.

Benny Boy lifted you off of the ground and threw you over his shoulder and carried you down stairs. You were still recovering from that tickle war with Ben and helpless on his shoulder. He sat you down on the couch and brought out the two blankets from your grandma’s house. He sat down next to you while you snuggled into the warm blanket.

“So Ben, why’d you bring me down here?”

“I just thought we could talk or hang out for a bit, love.” He said as his bright sage eyes bore into yours.

“Like?” You were curious on what he wanted to talk about. He seemed confident, until it was his turn to talk.

“Like, who that girl was. To be fairly honest, I forgot her name.” he chuckled. He felt bad but it’s not like he’d ever see her again.

“I have a question.”

“Ask away, princess,”

“Where’d you go last night? And how did she end up here?” You were curious because you didn’t know what happened after you fell asleep.

“Well, after you fell asleep, I tucked you into bed and I got bored so I went out to a club for a bit,” He started rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “I also wanted to have a night where I didn’t have to watch over you.”

“Oh. Well you could’ve just told me, I know I’m younger than you, but I’m not a child.”

“I know. But I met the blonde at the bar and we really kicked things off and the next thing I know, we’re back here doing, you know.”

“Ew Ben, please don’t describe anything to me. I may be eighteen but I’m still a child! Also I’m never going on your bed again.” Now that you think about, you probably were laying exactly were they were- ew, that thought made you want to vomit. You’ve been a virgin all your life, so anything that was sex related was gross to you. You acted like a twelve year old learning about sex in middle school for the first time.

“Sure sweetheart but knowing you, you’ll probably just end up back on it in a few hours, snuggled in my blankets and clothes.” Ben had a little grin on his face because he knew he was right. You were about to smack it right off his face when Ben threw a pillow at you, hitting you right in the face. You basically pounced on him and got yourself tangled in the blankets with him. It was the start of a pillow fight.

In just five minutes, Ben was laying on the floor with you straddling him, trying to put your hair in a ponytail as he tickled your stomach. Ben was still just in his boxer and your shorts weren’t very covering so of course you felt his bulge through the fabrics. You didn’t say anything though because you didn’t want this to end.

Before you knew it, Ben flipped you over so now you were the one on the floor. He was hovering quite close to you.

“Back where we started huh?” His eyes were hooded and dark. It frightened you a bit but it was kinda of exciting to see this side of the Benny Boy you knew.

“I guess so.”

The last thing you said before Ben closed the gap between the two of you. His lips were soft and smooth as they pressed against yours. You thought it would be a soft, sweet and slow kiss but Benny Boy over here was going at it. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tried to flip him back over which he did. You let go of the heavy kiss as you started to straddle him again, purposely pushing against his bulge. Ben let out quiet groan from the friction.

“Oh Benny Boy? You okay down there?” You usually liked being the dominant one in almost every situation, and maybe even in bed.

“You’ve got to speak to me baby.”

“I-I’m fine,” His head was thrown back as you kept grinding up against the ever growing bulge in his boxers.

You leaned back down and started to pepper kisses along his jaw and neck. That was until you noticed the giant ass hickey on his neck. Why hadn’t you noticed that before? Now you weren’t really in the mood anymore. That hickey had sort of set something off in the back of your head.

You stopped grinding against Ben and climbed off of him. You quickly grabbed your blanket and dashed to your room upstairs where you locked the door and sat against it. Leaving a confused Ben downstairs.

He didn’t know what happened, did he rushed things too quickly? Had he done something wrong? All he saw was the sad look on your face before you got up and ran off. What he didn’t know was the reason why you left…

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