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#and the dream ends when the guy at the window pulls out a gun and starts shooting but i wake up before anyone can get hurt :)
elibeeline · 1 year
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Its 'i woke up too early and fell back asleep and had a crazy dream' day 🙃
#two dreams actually! i was still too tired after the first one#where i had moved into a block of flats? in which i had one of my managers share a kitchen with?#and in the magical world of dream land i had a drive thru window#and i dreamt i was working bc i do that too much and then an angry customer comes up and says something angrily#like he's stood in front of this car at the window and i get scared and turn for my mom (because the family all moved into this flat)#and when i do over to her thjs guy at the dining table (dont know who or why he was there) and he grabs my wrist and presses a knife to it#nothing happens injury wise because apparently im more worried about the guy at the window and i just shrug this guy off#and the dream ends when the guy at the window pulls out a gun and starts shooting but i wake up before anyone can get hurt :)#and the second dream! was about a scarecrow#i feel like its an actual movie bc that what the dream told me it was? like we were on the island where they shot the movie#and the scarecrow was still in the water#so we're on this boat ride (one of those touristy ones with a slide) and im hanging on for dear life bc wtf the scarecrow is in the water#and my stepdad had told me there's this really scary scene where he reveals his like. hollow face behind the mask/hood thing#and one fun detail that didn't end up being important is that he's meant to be scared of carved pumpkins?#like there's a border around the island keeping him in the water#and this is a fun detail because my brain only included it bc in between the dreams i checked my notifications#and someone was looking for a pokemon called a pumpkaboo for the next gym and it stuck in my brain bc idk what that was#so ah yes halloween pumpkins and scarecrows in February. thanks brain#but yeah after the boat ride the island floods and allows the scarecrow to come on land#(which was p smart kudos to u scary brain)#and we're all declared as missing bc idk we werent meant to leave the boat place or something when the flood came#and then brain finds all the action boring and skips straight to both my dad and stepdad bringing us back to the flat to mom#where i assume we probably live happily ever after but idk that flat was creepy and felt very unsafe#i do like that brain thought it was necessary to include it in both dreams rather than. yknow. the house we actually live in.#but if anyone wants to analyse those you're more than welcome too hehe ive always found that interesting
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jaidens · 8 months
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OMG JAIDEN CONGRATS SWEETHEART‼️‼️ can i get a pumpkin spice latte with extra whipped cream w/ miguel (if you’re accepting cobra kai requests if not with johnny (kk1) would be fine <33 ) if you need a plot i can elaborate!! anyway, CONGRATS I LOVE YOU SM JAIDEN <33 /p 🎉🎉
You still make me nervous when you walk in the room
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pairing [s] : miguel diaz x reader
warning [s] : guys. make sure ur dentist is on speed dial. this was so sweet
a/n [s] : DAL!!!! hiii u sweetheart! i luv u SMMM
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“Miggy,” Your voice is soft and hardly spoken. Miguel, while still half-asleep and barely opening his eyes, responds. “Mhm..?”
The sleepover ended awhile ago, Eli and Demetri passed out in Demetri’s bed: which ended up with you and Miguel asleep on piles of blankets on the carpeted floor. Your phone is plugged in far away, but the comfort of Miguel's feel and warmth is pulling you in closer to the devil of sleep.
Miguel's dark hair is messy against the pillow and his soft lips parted while quiet snores emerge from his mouth. You're watching as his nose twitches or the side of his mouth. It was small things he did whenever he was dreaming, and it was quite adorable. He passed out early after a long day of school and then karate practice, he was tuckered out. All he needed was you, a pillow, and a random movie on Netflix.
“I love you, so much.” You say quietly. “You’re the best thing that's, like, ever been mine.” You're sure if Eli or Demetri caught you like this, twirling your boyfriend’s hair on your fingers while gently kissing across his face, they would rip you to shreds. Miguel’s eyes flutter open after a particularly harder kiss just under his eye and he smiles.
It's lazy, almost hard to catch if you weren't staring directly at his lips. His tan-skin is visible under the moonlight that slips through the blinds in Demetri’s window. His arms wrap further around you, pulling you closer into his comforting wrap. Whatever wrap he has you in makes you suddenly even more tired, yawning against his Guns N’ Roses graphic tee.
With a nuzzle of your head, and his chin going on top of your head, you're far past asleep as you drift into the feeling of Miguel.
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fly-you-dam-fools · 1 year
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Test-ament
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tadashi hamada x reader
Genre: Fluff and a bit of crack? Y/N is sad so tinge of angst? (But not towards each other)
Type: Two-Shot
Warnings: Feeling like an absolute idiot after taking a test and too fluff of a Tadashi.
Summary: You’ve written a nerve-wracking test that you swear has depleted all your hope and dreams. But one hug from Tadashi might be the answer to all of your troubles.
A/N: I wrote this a couple weeks ago when I had a test…..obviously 😭😭😂 and now that I’ve written another one and getting ready for the results (and from the very supportive Zee and Ashley) I will now post it!! Tadashi is very comforting 😭 I hope you guys like it 🥺
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“I can’t,” you whispered, perching your head on your forearm as you leaned forward. Tadashi wasted no time in coming around you, hugging your frame as he enveloped your sides and back. The immediate warmth surged through your mind and you felt at least one muscle relax, as he pulled you even closer. His nose nudged your shoulder and he started.
“You’ll be okay, Y/N. I know this test feels like the worst, but you survived it didn’t you? You’re here now, with me, and you’re safe. I’m here for you.”
“Tadashi…” you trailed, leaning back. He got the message and scooted to the wall, making sure you followed with him. Now more comfortably settled, you allowed yourself to fully let loose, cheek leaning against his upper arm. His left hand took yours and laced them together, just letting them settle.
“Remember that time where you came back from the test in Mr. Simpson’s class?”
A minuscule smile flashed across your face as you recalled the memory. It faded as quickly as it appeared, but he caught it. He let out a mental sigh of relief, at least your memories still brought you some comfort.
“And we all thought that we had just taken the hardest test in history, I mean I could barely answer one question! Everyone was so confused.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, then continued.
“I was pestering you afterwards about it, but you told me you answered all the questions on the test. Then it turned out, he had given us the Grade 12 test instead! Can you imagine? Taking a senior test as a sophomore? But then you showed the whole class, me, taking that A like a pro. He cancelled the rest of our grades but kept yours. You know how proud of you I was? How proud I am of you right now, for finishing that test?”
“No,” you answered, burying your head deeper into his arm.
“This much.” He pointed to the window.
“From here to the window??” You replied, twisting around to look at him in astonishment. He broke out into a grin at your reaction, then shook his head.
“You know where the sun is right now?”
“On the other side of the world?” You scoffed, leaning back against his chest in a humph, while he pretended to suffocate.
“Yeah, so you know the sun right?”
“Yep.”
“And you know what space is.” He gave you a finger gun and winked while you pretended not to see.
“Yes?”
“And remember the Big Bang?”
“Of course. You know I had that astronomy phase.”
“Ahem, that you never got over by the way…” He trailed, his head following.
“Hey!”
“So even before that.”
“Before what?”
“13.8 billion times proud of you. That much.” You remained quiet as you turned away again. His smile fell and confusion arose at your actions. You, turned away? But he never surrendered. So he let a small smile rise to his face before turning to you again.
“I love you, you know? I love your caring personality, how you can spout facts about all the things you love, and instantly make my day worth it whenever you show up. And every single time, I see you pop your head through the door at the lab, I can’t help but think about all those things again. I’m proud of you, and I love you.”
He heard a sniff as he realized your head was no longer resting on his hand, but was instead being wiped by the end of your sleeve.
“I love you too.” You replied simply, as you turned to hug him full on. He let his eyes fall closed as he embraced you back, not caring about how your tears seeped into his thin t-shirt, but instead finally at peace knowing that you were getting there. You were going to get better.
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A/N: I’m sorry that my first A/N was so bad :( But if you’re reading this because of an upcoming/past test, I BELIEVE IN YOU!!! And if you’re not, THEN I BELIEVE IN YOU TOO!
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The Wedding Date: Table 2
Sons of Anarchy x The Wedding Date (2005)
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Summary: Jax gives Kat a glimpse of his life in Charming while he comes to terms with what he's agreed to do.
Warnings: 18+ only; language; general themes of the show
Words: 3.5k
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, apologies - I did have this queued to drop tonight at midnight but I did not take into consideration that tonight was the Mayans premiere so I am releasing it a little early. Enjoy!
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Jax pulled out of the railyard, careful to keep an eye on the fancy SUV in his rearview mirror so he didn’t lose it in traffic on his way back to Charming.  How in the hell did he get himself into this?  Today was supposed to be about closure, shutting doors on a painful past.  His gut twisted remembering why they were in Oakland to begin with.  He’d spent so many years trying to get out of the claws of Damon Pope and with one careless act, they were right back in there, like it was all for nothing.
But in order to end the life of the man who killed his mother, he’d do it all over again.
Luckily, the club hadn’t held it against him, everyone voting to put up with Pope in whatever way was necessary to avenge their matriarch.  No one cared that it was a wrong place, wrong time situation, they just needed blood, something Pope understood all too well.  And the look on his face with Jax approached him, offering the services of the club again, well.  It had haunted his dreams ever since.
Something he hadn’t expected, however, was the fear in Pope’s eyes when Kat said something about the potential sale of the rail yard.  He knew that Pope did a lot of import and export from Oakland, able to keep the prying eyes away as the authority at the yard, but if that were to change and someone else set the rules and regulations?  Yeah, he could understand how that would make his life difficult.  Hell, it might even chase him out of Oakland all together, but he didn’t let himself ponder on that for too long, for the fear of it becoming hope.
By the time he pulled up to his house, he was actually looking forward to whatever it is he’s gotten himself into this weekend, even if it's just an opportunity to distance himself from the club for a few days.  Being President usually doesn’t come with time off, but if it's the difference of being at the head of the table or in jail, then the guys were just going to have to figure it out for a weekend.  He parked his bike in the usual spot, shutting it off and swinging a leg over, seeing his tail follow him right into the driveway.  He slipped off his helmet, waiting for his companion for the weekend to exit her car.  When she didn’t shut off the motor, he took a couple steps forward to see past the shine of the headlights.  She was sitting completely still with a death grip on the steering wheel, her already big eyes even wider, staring at him unseeingly.  He purposely came to the house instead of the clubhouse so as to not scare her but it seemed that she was freaking out anyway.
A part of him hoped that she would back out of the driveway and he’d never see her again, but then he would always be worried about that video floating around somewhere, coming back to bite him in the ass sometime down the road when he least expected it.  Just like now, he thought ruefully.  So he took a deep breath, slowly approaching the driver’s window, carefully knocking his rings against the glass.  The way she jumped told him that he’d been right, that she was completely lost in her own head about agreeing to spend the weekend with a murderer.
Murderer.  
The word wasn’t unfamiliar to him, but it still caused his thoughts to recoil, his blood to burn his veins in shame.  After all the sacrifices, all the favors called in, all the changes made, he was still just a thug with a gun.
“Yeah?” she asked through the cracked window.  He raised his eyebrow at the barely inch wide gap.  Her eyes flicked down between them for a moment before she hung her head and rolled it the rest of the way down.  
“I’m gunna go in, pack a bag and stuff.  You can come in, if you want,” he tacked on, making sure she knew he didn’t expect her to wait in the driveway.
“Are you going to whack me?”
He should be offended, he should.  But the question, laced with such an undertone of dry acceptance surprised a laugh out of him, her head shooting up to meet his eyes.  “Darlin’, if I was going to,” he struggled to hold back his laugh, “whack you…I would have done it in Oakland, not brought you back to my house where’d I’d be the number one suspect.”
He watched her as she processed his words, following his logic before she nodded to herself, the window rolling up before she finally shut off the vehicle and climbed out.  He couldn’t help but notice how nervous she looked, her eyes canvassing the neighborhood as she crossed his driveway.  She’d said she was a realtor.  He wasn’t familiar with the company, Irving Realty, but judging by her clothes and expensive car, he’d guess that they do pretty well.  If she had a client interested in purchasing a railyard, he assumed she worked in the corporate market with some heavy hitters.  As he turned the knob, he was surprised to feel a flutter of anxiety at what she would think of his little house.
It wasn’t much, but with it being just him, he didn’t need it to be.  It seemed he spent more nights at the clubhouse anyway, only stopping in here to grab a change of clothes and make sure the place hadn’t been ransacked.
He watched as she took it in, his small but functional eat-in kitchen off a plushly carpeted formal dining.  Where she’d stopped just inside the door allowed her to see into the living and down the hall to the bedrooms.  It wasn’t anything spectacular, but it was tidy as Jax prided himself on keeping his home presentable. “This is nice,” she blurted out, shock clear on her face.
Even if unintended, the compliment eased something inside of him, but he wasn’t going to let her off that easily.  He turned towards her, leaning against the kitchen counter with his hands on the ledge behind him.  “What were you expecting?”
“Laundry and dirty dishes,” she said with a shrug.  “Maybe a dead hooker or two.  But this,” she looked around, completely missing the way he bristled, “this has a woman’s touch.”   Her words were like a knife to his gut.  Just because they finally got the guy responsible for Gemma’s death didn’t make her loss any easier to stomach.  “Wait,” she said, spinning back to him, a level of alarm on her face that had his standing to attention, “Are you married?”
“What?”  He practically choked on the word, his eyes going wide, causing her to back track.
“I mean,” she stumbled.  “It’s just.  It’s nice, tastefully done.  Everything is complementary while still being interesting to the eye, the colors are warm and inviting, and while the decorations are sparse, they’re cohesive to the space.”  His eyes trailed around the space as she pointed things out.  He’d never really thought about any of that stuff.  He’d let Gemma have free rein and then just kept up with it since.  “I just expected…different, I guess?”
That left a sour taste in his mouth.  “What?  Crack pipes and used condoms?  Maybe some roaches, a few holes in the wall?”  
She cringed at his tone offering a light, “Sorry.”
He sighed, trying to remember that this woman knows nothing about him other than he’s a biker and a murderer.  Hell, judging by her clothes and her ride, she’d probably never even been this far out of Beverly Hills before, let alone slummed it in a run down, two bedroom house in the middle of nowhere.  Which led him to ask, “So where am I headed?”
“Excuse me?”
“This wedding.  Where is it?  What do I need to pack?” he asked, running his hand through his hair.  She’s lucky that he just finished all his laundry.  Granted, it wasn’t all put away, but it was at least clean.
“Oh, well, the wedding itself is in San Francisco.”  He watched as she slipped her phone out, thumbing across the screen for a few minutes.  “We have the kick off tonight, then tomorrow is ‘guys and gals on the green’ followed by the bachelor and bachelorette parties, then recovery and rehearsal dinner on Friday, the wedding on Saturday.”  
His eyes and his worry grew bigger with each event she listed.  Sure, he could swing being a guest at a wedding, shaking hands and smiling on cue, but how the hell was he supposed to rub elbows with a group of strangers all weekend?  And what the hell was he going to wear to not stand out like a sore thumb?  “Sounds like quite the soiree.”  He gestured down his body to his white tee, baggy jeans, and white sneakers.  “This is about all I’ve got in the closet, darlin’.  A few flannels and a bit of leather, but I don’t think that’s going to cut it.”
He noted how her cheeks colored when her eyes followed his hand before snapping back to her phone.  “Uh, um.  Well, you can wear whatever you want but the wedding itself will be black tie.”  She tapped on the screen of her phone a couple times.  “But I have a friend in SanFran that we can pick up something for you to wear.”
He couldn’t help but be skeptical of her acceptance of his wardrobe.  He wouldn’t exactly call himself a connoisseur of women’s fashion, but he knew quality leather.  This woman’s shoes and purse probably cost as much as his Harley.  “You’re sure?”
“Yea, Georgie has been a friend of the family for years, it won’t be any problem.”
“I mean about wearing what I want.”
She looked him over again, eyes lingering on his kutte.  He thought he would feel judgment, but something else showed on her face.  Appreciation, maybe?  Either way, he found himself hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans, his head falling back, watching her as her eyes caught on the heavy rings on his fingers before landing on his SAMCRO belt buckle, where her cheeks color again before she dropped her eyes.  “Uh, yea.  Yea.  What you have on is good, er, fine,” she corrected.
Interesting, he thought.  She seemed to wear her emotions on her face which should make this weekend a little easier for him at least.  
“Have a seat, help yourself to anything in the fridge,” he said, turning to walk out of the room before stopping.  “Do I have time for a shower?”
She shrugged without looking at the time on her phone.  “Sure, I don’t mind being late.  Actually,” she bit her lip and he waited, watching to see if she was actually going to ask her question.  “Do you mind if I change?  That way we can go straight there.”
He can’t stop the way his eyebrows rose in surprise.  “Yea, sure.  I have a spare room you can use, but there’s only the one bathroom.”
She waved him off.  “That’s fine, I have everything I need in the car.”
“Do you need help carrying anything in?”  
He tried not to be hurt by the surprise on her face, but the disappointment quickly turned into frustration when she asked.  “Is it not safe?”
He sighed, rubbing both hands over his face.  This weekend was not going to work if she was this scared and jumpy the whole time.  Something told him that TJ wasn’t going to accept anything less than the full charade of a happy couple, sticking it to whoever this Jeffrey guy was, so he better lay it all on the line now.  “Look.  I know we didn’t start off on the best foot, but I promise, you don’t have to be scared of me.”
“I know,” she answered, but it was so quick that he knew it was perfunctory and not genuine.
“I’m not going to lie to you, there was a time not long ago where you would have been smart to be scared, but I’ve put that behind me.  I’ve worked really hard to get my club on the straight and narrow,” he explained, taking the time to look her in the eye, making sure she was not only listening but hearing his words.  “I am not going to do anything to hurt you.”
He stared at her intently, like he could force her to accept what he was saying with enough will power, but he still saw the hesitation in her eyes.  There was something there deeper than the moment, a pain lingering from her past that was preventing her from fully trusting what he was telling her.  He should be frustrated, but it only piqued his interest.
“Okay,” she finally answered quietly.
He nodded, throwing his thumb over his shoulder. “Spare room is down the hall, first door on the right.  Like I said, make yourself at home, I won’t be long.”  He doesn’t wait for her to answer, figuring it's on her now to make herself comfortable.  Or leave.  Either way, he heard the kitchen door open before he got to his bedroom.  Shutting the door behind him, he rubbed his hands down his face, finally alone for the first time today.  He loved his brothers, loved his club, but sometimes he needed moments like this where someone wasn’t looking to him for answers, where they didn’t need him to solve their problems.  He’d watched his old man fall at the gavel before picking it up himself, wishing they’d had more time together to dig the club out of the hole they’d dug themselves.
He knew he could get them there, he knew that with the plan they had made, the club could be free and clear, but that was before John Teller’s cancer diagnosis.  With the life he lived fueled by cigarettes, liquor, and gasoline, it shouldn’t have been a surprise, but one day he was here and the next he was gone, Jax trying to fill a pair of shoes he hadn’t grown into yet.  Then once he finally felt like he was making progress, making his dad proud, he lost his mother, the result of a situation gone bad, someone managing to hurt the club in the most painful way possible by leaving Jax an orphan and the club without their matriarch.  Which led them right back into the slimy hands of Damon Pope, someone Jax hoped to never cross paths with again.
And now because of that, he had video evidence of him committing a murder hanging over his head.
He stripped off his shirt, tossing it on the bed next to the stacks of clean clothes before kicking off his sneakers.  He’d just dropped his pants, standing from dragging his boxers to the floor when he heard the knob twist on his bedroom door.
“Oh my god,” Kat screeched, dropping her bag to cover her eyes.  “Oh my god, I should - I should have knocked.  I didn’t know if you meant my left or, or your left!”
Jax didn’t even bother trying to cover himself as he’s never been shy, so he put his hands on his hips, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.  “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter because I said the door on the right.”
That caused her to drop her hands with a frown.  “You said left,” she argued, now seemingly unconcerned with his nudity.
“Sweetheart, it’s my house.  I think I know which side of the hallway the spare room is on.”
She squinted at him for a moment, like she’s trying to decide if he’s fucking with her or not before she suddenly seemed to remember his his nudity, eyes going up to the ceiling.  “Yeah, okay.  Yeah,” she said, bending down with her head still tilted back as she tried to pick her things up off the floor.
She wasn’t quite getting anything though so he took a step forward.  “Here, let me –”
“Nope,” she said, putting her hand out, finally dropping her chin to look at the floor.  “I got it.”
He stopped in his tracks, watching her as she fumbled, his arms crossed on his chest.  He didn’t miss the blush rise on her cheeks or how she kept glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.  “Everything good?”
She stood up then, balancing everything in her hands.  “Yep, good, I’m just gunna –,” she trailed off backing into the hallway.
Jax couldn’t help but laugh as he swung the door shut.  He’d been so focused on the club and then revenge that he hadn’t had time for anything else, no women around the clubhouse catching his eye enough to give up the precious moments when he was able to be alone, but he’d seen the interest in Kat’s eyes just now, the wistful look on her face when TJ was talking about him hanging on her arm at the wedding. 
There was an echo of his own loneliness in Kat, the lengths she was willing to go not show up to the wedding alone.  He understood that – the things you have to do to protect yourself.  As he worked through his shower, he decided that he was going to do this for her as much as for himself this weekend.  If there was some lame bastard there that broke her heart, well, he was going to make sure he regretted it.
With a towel around his waist, he started to pack his duffle, throwing in a few pairs of jeans, some shorts to sleep in, several t-shirts, some of his nicer flannels.  He didn’t own a suit, but he did have one solid black button up shirt he could bring to slip on when they got to where they were going.  He knew he was going to draw eyes when they got there, that they would sense he didn’t belong, but that didn’t mean he wanted to look like a schlub.  He wished he’d thought to ask her what she was wearing for tonight.
He bit his lip before opening the door and crossing the hallway to knock on the spare room door.  He heard something fumble and a soft curse so he said, “Hey, what are you wearing tonight?  Just want to make sure I don’t stick out too much.”
He could hear her approach the door so he took a step back.  She pulled the door open and squeaked, trying to slam it closed but he put out his arm stopping her.  “I think we’re past that, yea?”
She wobbled her head side to side for a moment before it seemed like she agreed, finally letting go of the door with a resigned sigh.  “I’m wearing this,” she said, gesturing down to a red shiny dress that hugged her body down to her knees, but not in a slutty kind of way.  The women at the clubhouse wore clothing two sizes too small, leaving nothing to the imagination.  This was made with quality fabric and looked like it had been tailored to her body.  Every inch of it screamed money.
“Oh,” he said softly.
She looked at him in alarm.  “Oh?”  She glanced down at her dress, her hands smoothing down the front.  “Is this not okay?”
“No, it’s - it’s not that,” he said, swallowing deeply.  “It looks nice.”
Her head snapped back to his, her eyes searching his face, probably looking to see if he was making fun of her so he made sure to look as genuine as he felt.  It took her a moment, her stare only slipping to his chest just once, but he finally saw a softness reach her eyes that he hadn’t seen yet and damn him if his heart didn’t thud in his chest when she said, “Thank you.”
“I don’t have a pair of pants that aren’t denim,” he admitted, looking down at her dress again.
He expected her to look down on him.  Clearly she comes from money, a caliber of it that he will never know, and while this weekend was just a means to an end, he didn’t want to embarrass her in the process.  Instead, she threw him for a loop by shrugging and saying, “That’s fine.  I meant it when I said I want you to be comfortable.  You’re not going to be there to impress anyone, just to make sure I don’t run for the door.”
Huh.  Interesting.  It seemed there were going to be different strategies at play this weekend, so with a nod, he steps back to his room and gets dressed before finishing his packing, throwing in a few extra things he might need before calling Chibs and letting him know that he would be unavailable until Monday.
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Apartment 5c
Pairing: Frank Castle/Punisher x reader
Warnings: based on a dream i had involving Mr. Punisher, you and your friend move to NYC, fictional violence, mentions of a handgun, mentions of blood and wounds, you help patch up Frank, some tension, cops
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You and your friend had just moved to New York City. Your friend's job had offered a free flight and the first 6 months paid months in return for the big promotion she just went through. As soon as she found out, she told you. Excited and giddy, she offered you to join her in the big city, saying she could pull some strings and have your seat paid for and for a bigger apartment that would comfortably fit you both. She gave you three days to think about it, and halfway through the second you decided to join her, having done research and noting the many amazing jobs that New York offered.
It took you and your friend about a week to get settled into your apartment, only three blocks from her work. Your own job started in the next week as a higher-up book editor. Life was good.
Until now, when you arrived at your apartment door. You usually get home before your friend, so that's normal that she isn't home. But what's unusual is the fact that your front door is cracked open. You kick it open more, eyes searching the parts of the room you can see. Nothing seems out of the ordinary but your gut tells you otherwise. You start to make your way to the lobby, but don't make it far before you feel something pressed against the side of your head. You freeze, staring ahead.
"You live here?" The person asked.
You don't respond, your vocal chords dried up.
"I said," The person shoved the object against your head. "Do you live here?!"
You stutter before responding, "Ye-yes!"
"You know Clark?" The person asks.
"Clark?" You ask, confused.
"Clark Johnson?" The person pressed.
"Umm uh, no," You answer. "I've never heard of him."
"I don't believe you," The person growled.
You heard something click and panic immediately set in, but before you can plead for you life the person is shoved to the ground. It's a short-haired blond man with a handgun in his hand, probably what he had shoved against your head. You look to the side and see the man's assaultant.
There stands a tall man with short dark brown, almost black hair, and a clean-shaven face. His eyes are dark, darker as his brows are furrowed. He's wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, black jeans, and a thick vest over his abdomen that has a blood-stained skull on the majority of it. He looks towards you and then back at the blond-haired man as he races towards your possible savior.
Your savior knocks the other guy's gun from his hand and punches him in the jaw when he's close enough. The blond man stumbles, holding his jaw before charging again. He makes contact and both men tussle, fear pining you against the opposite wall of your front door, still wide open.
Blood is sprayed across the hallway walls and spilt onto the expensive-looking carpet below. The impact of punches sound throughout the hallway before the taller of the two, your savior, rushes the bad guy, shoving him down the hallway and out the end-of-the-hallway window. There's no fire exit outside those windows and your apartment is pretty high up, so you know the guy fell to his death. You hear a crash out the window and screams of the public below.
Your savior is bloody and bruises, a fat eye beginning to swell. He picks up your assaulter's gun and checks the magazine, making a grunting sound as he clicks it back into place. He eyes your doorway and then looks at you.
"Change your locks," Is what he says in a gruff voice. "Seems like he had a key."
And he's off, down the stairwell to make a quiet escape, bloody footprints highlighting his path.
You race downstairs to the lobby, as fast as an elevator will take you, and hurriedly talk to the building manager, who you and your friend have come to know well over this past week and a half, about what just happened. He helps you calm down and calls the police for you. You lead the police up to your floor and recall the details of what just happened, including the guy who was pushed out the window.
The lead cop calls for forensics and sends some of his partners down the stairwell to follow the footsteps, some to look at the body, and some to look around your apartment with you to make sure nothing is missing.
Forensics arrives, taking pictures of the blood in the hallway, the footprints in the stairwell that stop around the third floor, the body out in the street, and anything that seems to be amiss in your apartment. Your asked questions, which you answer. Your friend arrives just at the start of your explanation, asking questions as well.
Once the questioning is done, the lead cop and your manager take you and your friend down to the building's security room. The guard takes you four back to when the blond guy had used a key to open your apartment door. You all watched it til you fled downstairs.
The lead cop wants a copy of the footage and you, your friend, and the building manager's phone number so he can keep you updated on your case.
While your manager calls a locksmith to change the locks on your front door and to double-check the locks on all your windows, the lead cop is doing a second run-through of the video before he cusses quietly.
"What?" You ask, suddenly more concerned.
"That's Frank Castle," The cop answered.
"Who's Frank Castle?" Your friend asks.
"He's New York's so-called vigilante," The cop answers. "He's worse than Spiderman in Queens."
"You not a big fan of superheros?" Your friend asks.
"Superheros?" The cop laughs, wiping a fake tear from his eye. "I don't think other superheros kill as much as Castle does. He causes more loss than gain."
Your friend only hums. Turning around when the door to the security office opens. It's the locksmith. He says your locks are changed and your windows are perfectly okay, just remember to lock them when you're out or asleep.
You and your friend make your way back to your apartment when you're let go. You both mill around your apartment, putting things back to how you like it, putting the new keys on your keychains, and locking all your windows. You don't know how long it takes your friend to fall asleep, but it feels like it takes you for forever.
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It's only a couple months later when something else happens. You're all alone in your apartment when it happens, your friend staying the night at her new boy toy's house. You hear something fidgeting in the living room. You investigate and find one of your living room windows all the way open and a man crawling through. You stay still at the end of your hallway, hoping that the night shadows conceal you away.
The man gets about halfway through your window before another hand reaches in and grabs the man at the base of his hair, pulling him back and slamming his head on the edge of your window. In shock, the man falls into your living room. Both men get into a tussle, impacts of fists and grunts sound throughout the room. A flash and gunshot sounds through the room followed by a yell of pain. The tussling continues, cussing and pained noises follow before they fall through the window, a fire escape outside.
Now that the two men are outside, the fight seems to get more gruesome and violent. Gunshots sounding out and maybe even the tink of a blade hitting metal before a grunt and the sound of someone falling down the fire escape stairs.
Sirens grow in the distance, and the sound of squealing tires.
The other man, the one that showed up later, scrambles inside your apartment, slamming your window shut. He wheezes, hand cupping the left side of his ribcage.
Before your brain realizes what your body is doing, the light switch is flicked on and your living room is illuminated. Standing beside your window is the man from the month before, bloody and bruised once again. What was his name? Something Castle. You're not very good with names.
You two stare at each other, shocked.
It's only when a knock sounds on your door does Castle have the notion to move, moving to slide behind your kitchen island, crouching down to hide.
You move to peer out the window and relax when you see it's a cop. You open your window and greet the officer.
"We were called to this area and we were just making sure you're okay, ma'am," the officer says.
"Umm yeah," You say. "I heard some commotion outside and was wondering what was going on."
"Nothing for you to worry about this late at night," The officer says. "Just be sure to lock your windows from now on."
You nod and bid goodnight and do as he says, closing your curtains as well. You turn and notice the blood spilt from earlier was minimum and that's why the officer didn't ask about anything that could have happened.
You hear a grunt and look to see Castle heaving himself from your floor, still wheezing.
"You got a first aid kit?" He asks.
"Um uh- yeah," You answer. "In my bathroom."
He nods and walks towards you. You take it as a sign to lead the tall man to your bedroom to get to your bathroom. You fish the first aid kit from under your sink, handing it to the man.
He sets in the counter beside your sink. Opening it and looking through your supplies. It seems your supplies is up to his standards because the tall man immediately starts stripping himself of anything that covers his abdomen.
You look away as the clothing and vest plop onto your floor, blood smudging onto the white tile of the bathroom floor. You hear the clinking of your medical supplies being shuffled around.
"Umm," You speak up. "Do you need help? I know how to stitch and stuff."
"And stuff?" Castle asks, his voice gruff.
You nod.
Castle nods reluctantly, tensing when you get close.
This close, you see a few stab wounds and a few bullet grazes, but nothing that looks life-threatening. You grab a black wash rag from under your sink, get it wet, and begin wiping Castle's chest and abdomen down, cleaning off the smeared blood. You set the rag in the sink and tear open some antibiotic wipes from your first aid kit and start cleaning up the wounds. He hisses, flinching away when you clean up one on his arm. Once done, you grab a needle and some stitching thread and get that ready. You sterilize the needle.
"Wait wait," Castle stops you. "Got any whiskey of vodka?"
"Yeah. I'll go get a bottle," You hand him the needle and fetch some of your stronger whiskey.
You unscrew the cap for him and hand the bottle to Castle. You wait for him to take a, rather large, swig before you start stitching the wounds that need it. You can tell it hurts but you can only stitch someone up right so fast. Once done, you place bandaids on the smaller wounds.
You turn to grab the rag from before, rinsing it out before using it again on his face. Your hands shake when you wipe down his face, meeting his eyes when he winces away when you wipe over a split in his left eyebrow.
"Sorry," You mutter.
Castle grunts.
You change the rag for a different antibiotic wipe, wiping around his scraps and cuts. You put bandaids on his larger cuts.
"You want an icepack for your eye?" You ask, noting the swelling under his right eye. "It'll help with the swelling."
"Sure," Castle nods.
You clean up your first aid kit, wrapping the needle in toilet paper before tossing it in the bathroom trashcan. You lead the way to your kitchen. You search for the icepack and whirl around when you find it, bumping straight into Castle's chest.
"Sorry," You mutter.
Castle wordlessly takes the icepack from your hands and puts it up to his eye, moving to sit at your kitchen island.
"Got anymore break-ins?" Castle asks.
"You remember," You note. "No, not counting tonight."
"That was less of a break-in and more of him getting away from me," Castle says.
"Cause you're New York's vigilante?" You ask.
"You meet Mr. I'm-In-Charge?" Castle asks, a hint of emotion in his voice.
"Umm.. I guess," You try to remember the cop's name that still gave you updates on your case as they tried and failed to hunt down Castle. "He's looking for you still."
"He finds any excuse to look for me," Castle says. "I'm no Daredevil in his eyes. I make more loss than gains."
"Daredevil?" You asks.
"Another one like me, not superhero and not villain."
You nod.
There's a few moments of silence between you both before you awkwardly cough.
"Well, it's late for me," You trail on. "So I'm gonna go to bed. Feel free to stay the night, but my friend comes back probably sometime tomorrow morning so try not to scare her."
"You just gonna let a random man stay in your apartment?" Castle asks.
"Considering you've saved my life at least twice, yes," You start walking to your bedroom. "Goodnight, Castle."
"Goodnight."
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apocalypse-shuffle · 8 months
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JASON TODD | RED HOOD (batman:under the red hood 2010 | canon divergence?)
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“In Your Eyes” (Jason Todd x Gn!Reader)
| Jason Todd is gone, has been for years, but his ghost still haunts you.
| SFW, angst, reader was in a relationship w/Jay (TW: suicide, passively suicidal reader-insert, hallucinations, blood, personal neglect, mature language) - could be platonic or romantic honestly
| Just go with the timeline weirdness. (pics via: Batman: Under The Red Hood 2010 movie)
| 1k+ words
b.NOTES: Yes, I decided to post this for Jason’s birthday, and yes, it is a downer. 🥳🎉
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This was going badly, even you could admit that. Every possible thing that could’ve gone wrong was going wrong. You were out of batarangs because Bruce had threatened to bench you for failing to follow orders so you’ve been avoiding him; subsequently missing your last supply check.
You’d been in a nasty fight coordinated by Oracle with Nightwing last week and your suit too had gotten fucked to hell but your backup was, once again, at the manor. Then what was supposed to be a by the numbers recon mission was now a shoot out because you haven’t slept for more than three hours in days and you slipped up.
Bruce’s disappointed scowl flashes across your mind as you slam into an abandoned office, a hail of bullets cascading after you.
Icing on the fucking cake was that you couldn’t even call him for help if you wanted to. You had abandoned your com two days ago when the announcement that Tim was joining the Titans had gone live. It was irrational, you had known he was joining. Hell, you’ve even met the kid, but something about the news had just jarred you more than even fighting alongside the new Robin had. Now everyone had concrete confirmation (if they paid attention at least) that Jay was gone and it hurt.
When the last barrage has calmed down - and you can just barely make out the sounds of people converging on your cover - you move with a wild burst of energy, crashing yourself through the office window. The second story drop out of the foreclosed building should’ve been easy, the shouts being left behind you and wind nicking at your face should’ve been the end of this nightmare mission.
Instead there’s the zip of something harshly breaking through the air followed by searing heat as you’re hit mid fall.
“Fuck!”
The second you land you crumble to the ground, slapping your hand over the furiously bleeding wound.
The back of the knee.
Fucker managed to get you right where it’d hurt and the projectile broke right through your armor like it was nothing.
Blood trickles down your leg, quickly saturating the absorbable pieces of your costume.
Yeah, you’ve officially gotta get outta dodge.
A very real problem arises though when you limp forward and not only does your knee buckle dangerously but there’s a man blocking your easiest exit out the alleyway you landed in.
“You lost, little bat?”
“Nng,” is all you can grunt out. You fling your last batarang, absently clocking as it knocks the gun from the man’s hands and the goon yelps in surprise. Your leg feels completely drenched, and you should feel more pressed about that than you do.
Just then is when your knee decides to give out and you drop to the ground hard with a thin scream. There’s spots dancing in your vision and the guy’s talking but you can’t hear a word.
You rush in a stuttering breath, fighting against the pull of your eye lids. Maybe… maybe you could just finally go to sleep - you can’t remember the last time you hit REM without immediately being jolted awake by your dreams anyway - why not camp out here until one of the bats found you or…or you died of hypothermia. Who knew concrete could feel as good as memory foam.
The pounding of feet grabs your attention next - each foot fall vibrating your skull - and you blink back to yourself however many seconds later. Head lifting what catches your eye makes your body still.
No, goddamnit. Not now. You shake your head but the resolve catches in your throat anyway.
"I thought you were dead." You feel out of breath with relief now, examining his domino-less face. Drinking up the mere sight of him.
"I know." He whispers; soft but not quite apologetic.
He steps closer and you shudder, have to force yourself not to take a corresponding shuffle back. This couldn't be.
He was still in the vibrant reds, greens, and yellows of his Robin uniform. He always was whenever you dreamed even though the last time you’d seen him was at a book reading where he was in regular clothing. In that damn red hoodie.
Even though you know the costume he died in was in tatheres, caked in his eviscerated flesh and burnt-in blood, the suit you see now is impossibly pristine.
"No,” you mutter weakly. Jason moves closer and goes to put his light hand to your dark cheek. You grab and throw it down, pushing yourself up and back, heartbeat clammering up your throat as your wounded leg drags after you.
"No! No! I won't-" your back hits the brick wall behind you and you collapse. Bruce had been chewing you out about getting help for the insomnia and to get therapy to move past Jason's death but you’d ignored him, ignored everyone, even your parents. Now it was too late.
On the cold wet floor you shrink into yourself, crying.
"Jason Todd is dead!" You yell, looking at the image in front of you. You swear you can feel the rush of air from him crouching down.
Jason frowns at you and there are tears building up in his eyes. You gag. You were so tired of your mind throwing shit like this at you. You couldn't do it anymore.
It’s when you’re screaming at nothing that the goon takes advantage of your distraction and lunges forward towards the gun that he’d lost at your intervention. He cocks it at the mouth of the alleyway. You sit down at the other end, only briefly looking at the man aiming at you before shifting your blurry gaze back to Jason.
His eyes get cloudy and distraught, but you just keep babbling nonsense at him, tears streaming down your skin in ravines. Jason opens his mouth and stands but doesn't come any closer.
"Y/N please don't do this, I'm here. I'm with you, I swear, just please make him put the gun down. Throw a smoke bomb, run away, something,” he begs, tears of his own now cascading down his face.
“Not this time,” you whisper. You weren’t letting another sleep addled hallucination keep you alive, the pain that came with that burden was too much. Death was so much better. You just wanted it to end. "I'm sorry, Jay, but I can't."
Jason hiccups, shakes his head rapidly.
"Yes you can, just leave." He takes a step forward. The man’s finger begins pressing down on the trigger. "Just run away, please!" He screams out a plea you’ve heard more than once, a plea you can no longer heed to.
The gunshot goes off and you don’t dodge, you don’t try to lessen the blow, or make sure it hits somewhere non lethal. You just close your eyes and let the bullet break through already compromised armor.
"Y/N!"
- - -
The gun clatters to the ground as the gunman watches the hero slump.
“Shit.” He runs. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Vigilantes weren’t supposed to stay down in Gotham.
Your hand slides to your side; body limp and leant crookedly against the wall, black skin under you mask too washed out - to grey - to come back from.
There were no traces of any former Robins having been in the alleyway when the Batman found you. Just of one ordinary goon in a sea of many who you should’ve been able to fend off.
- - -
When Jason had gotten his mind back he'd been dead set on Gotham; on Bruce and finding his old best friend. So a few hours after he'd been back in his hometown he mustered up enough courage to go to your house.
Except it was different.
Where shelves were once overflowing with books and collectibles in your room they were now bare and dust riddled. Where a bed used to lay was just barren ground, and where it once felt like home it now felt more like rapid cruelty and crushing emptiness.
That night Jason had snuck back out of your old house with cold eyes and a churning stomach, he'd never admit to himself that he felt this much dread at missing out on so many years of life that you'd already moved out, moved on. Hell, your parents weren’t even there anymore.
That night he tries to blow up the Batmobile, Batman and the pretender in his place with it. That night he decides he can do much worse than some bomb.
- - -
It'd been a whirlwind trying to find you but eventually Jason did, just not the way he'd expected.
He had been looking for a couple of deserters and was ganged up on by a group of Mask’s thugs who had been working for him - guess he’d found those deserters - and were looking to get back in Mask’s good graces by taking down the Big Bad Hood and overthrowing his newly minted empire.
Jason had been chased over the rooftops of Gotham - picking off who he could as he went - till he could lose the group in the minefield that was the largest graveyard on the outskirts of the city.
He had been deftly making his way through the resting place when a bouquet of flowers caught his attention. Your favorite.
A small smile stretched across Jason's face as he sidled up to the tombstone. He initially meant to look at the flowers for a second before continuing on his way, but the beginnings of your name on the shiny stone caught him up.
Jason furrowed his eyebrows before sucking in a sharp breath after he let his thumb ghost over the engraved name to uncover what the dirt was hiding.
He took a step back in shock as he read your full name, clear as day, in the granite. Tears welled in his eyes and he ripped his helmet and domino mask from his face, dropping to the ground. His hands shook as they slid over the wet dirt that covered your casketed body.
“No. Fuck, not like this. I wasn’t supposed to find you like this.”
He was supposed to come back and make everything better. Bruce was supposed to finally avenge him, and you were supposed to reunite, not trade places.
e.NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!
This is an edited/updated version of one of the first Jason Todd fics I’d ever written. I did keep some of its logistic oddness for preservation purposes though.
To my surprise also I didn’t have to edit as much of this as I thought, so props to twelve year old me fr😉. (Also I wrote this when I was actually suicidal so please be respectful, it is a tad bit mean-spirited - Maybe? I feel like it could come off that way to other people, idk?)
btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. I just won’t respond cause this is a sideblog.
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etherealperrie · 2 years
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HEARTFIRST {pt. IV}
– In which a trip down to the San Diego Naval base  to visit an old friend turns out to be more than a simple reunion, as the reader finds herself in the presence of an infuriating, cocky blonde and an old flame she thought had long fizzled out. –
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Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader
Word Count: 2k
Contains: Bi!Natasha | Reader is old friends with Natasha “Phoenix” Trace | Reader has a past with Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw” | Reader has a lot of feelings about Jake “Hangman” Seresin
Warnings: lots of angst/fluff, explicit language, references to drinking/alcohol & sexual activity
A/N: Here it is! Part four! Tag-list is at the bottom, go ahead and send me a message or reply to this post if you'd like to be added for future parts of this story. Most importantly, I hope you enjoy! <3 If you'd like to go back and read part 1, you can do that here. Or, read part 2. Or 3. Also, check out my playlists for the dynamic of each guy & reader, you can do that here: Hangman x Reader & Rooster x Reader
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You didn’t hear Natasha when she got home last night, your mind was too busy dreaming about Bradley. You haven’t dreamt about him in months. In fact, you’d just shaken that recurring dream where he shows up at your door, but when you run to him, eager to feel your body collide harshly with his, he disappears. All it took was last night's short reunion to bring him back to your dreamscape, placing him back at the center of your desires. However, this time when your subconscious conjured him, he was solid, his arms wrapping around your waist, his lips inches from yours. 
You awake just as his lips pressed softly against yours, the sun streaming in through the little window above Natasha’s desk, casting shadows across the linoleum floor. You groan and flop onto your stomach, pulling the closest pillow over your head. 
“You can’t be hungover,” Natasha jokes. You peek out from under the pillow, watching her do up the zipper of her flight suit. She turns from the small mirror inside the closet to face you, crossing the room to sit on the edge of the bed, coaxing the pillow off your head. Sighing, you kick the covers off your body and sit up. Her eyebrow quirks. “That’s not mine,” she observes, her eyes narrowing at the sweatshirt covering your torso. 
“No, it’s not,” you agree. “It’s Bradley’s.” Her eyes widen and she opens her mouth, but you cut her off. “And before you ask, no, nothing happened. He just gave me a ride.” 
“Uh huh, a ride,” she winks. 
You shake your head, shoving her playfully as you rise from the bed, bending over to stretch your back. “I swear, it was just a ride in his pick up truck.” 
“Be careful, if you get caught, you become a registered sex offender.” 
You look up at her, your face void of any enthusiasm. She returns your stare with a smirk, winking. You roll your eyes and lunge forward to swipe your tennis shoes from their spot at the end of the bed. 
“I’m going for a run, see you when I get back?” 
She shrugs. “I’m flying a course with Bob, Payback, and Rooster all morning, part of the new training, so if not today, then tonight – Hard Deck?” 
“Do you guys go anywhere else?” 
“You wanted the full Top Gun experience, didn’t you?” 
You just nod and wish her luck, quickly exchanging your pajama bottoms for running shorts, slipping your shoes on and heading out the door.
The run you planned was short lived on account of the finicky weather. Unlike the past few days, the early morning cloud cover never broke, the fog dense on the beach as you tried to push through it, the vapor soaking through your clothes. You wondered what might become of Natasha’s training as you made your way back to base, looking up for a sign of her, but there wasn’t a jet in the sky. 
So, you wound up back near the common room, your foot inching over the threshold as you check both ways down the long hallway before committing your crime. The tension in your shoulders eases at the sight of the empty halls and you enter the quiet room, your stomach rumbling loudly. Shushing it, you wander over to the pantry, rummaging through it for something, anything.
“The rule breaker strikes again.” Hangman’s familiar voice echoes through the room. Before you get a chance to turn and address him, he’s at your side, one hand on the pantry door handle, the other lifting the cereal box you’d just picked from the shelf out of your hands. “And this time she’s after the Cheerios.” 
“My tax dollars pay you, these are just as much mine as they are yours,” you snap, turning to face him. Heat rises to your cheeks at the sight of him, completely shirtless, a pair of black sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His chest and abdomen are sculpted as if out of marble, every tan ripple and muscle on display for you. 
A light chuckle brings you back to reality, your neck snapping back up to meet his gaze, a lazy smile on his lips. He’d caught you ogling. Shit. It doesn’t matter, you tell yourself; you’ve done worse with him than this innocent stare. He’s gorgeous — he knows it, you know it, you could be adults about it. Even after your heated make out session. 
You snatch the cereal box back from him and he takes a few steps back, leaning against the counter to watch you search for a bowl, a spoon, and some milk. Clattering around, you huff, finally locating everything you needed after a bit of fuss. It would be easier if this Adonis wasn’t watching your every move. 
“Don’t you have anywhere else to be? Like, up in the sky?” you press, scooting him over with a flick of your wrist so you can assemble your breakfast. 
He shakes his head. “Training’s been canceled. Bad weather.” Hangman walks around the counter and settles into one of barstools directly across from you. His green eyes bore into you, his smile still ever present, the sickening combination sending your heart racing. You do your best to ignore it and lift a spoonful of cereal to your lips, chomping on it harshly to distract yourself, forcing yourself to look away from him. 
“So is the mood because you’re hangry or have you been left unsatisfied another night?” His lips curl around the word as he probes with his question, his eyes dropping to your sweatshirt.
“Why do you care?” you ask, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, settling into your right hip. 
“Well, your mood is either going to improve in just a few minutes here,” he tips his head in the direction of your cereal bowl. “Or I’m going to have to offer my services and take matters into my own hands.” 
Your choke on the milk in your mouth, shocked but not surprised at his forwardness. Swallowing, you meet his gaze and shake your head. “Why? Have you run through every other viable option here or what?” 
He chuckles, reaching up to scratch his cheek. “I always have options, sweetheart. I just know you were having a good time with me the other night, I thought you might like to keep it going.” He raises an eyebrow, taking his lip between his teeth. God, he was relentless. 
You groan, rolling your eyes. “Do you have an off button, Jake?” you mumble between bites. 
His eyes light up, widening as his name falls from your lips. His smile shifts, lifting on the right, a smug cockiness settling in as he chews his bottom lip, his eyebrow raised. “So you do remember,” he winks. 
His arrogance is almost too much to bear, his confidence boost palpable. He shifts in his chair, straightening up, flexing every muscle of his abdomen. You roll your eyes and turn away from him, placing your cereal bowl in the sink. He hums quietly, drumming his fingers against the countertop, awaiting a response. 
You sigh. “Yes, fine, I remember.” 
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to forget. No one can.” He lifts his knuckles to his lips, blowing on them and rubbing them against his chest. Cocky son of a bitch. 
“Whatever, Hangman.” You walk out of the small kitchenette and cross the room to the couch, plopping down on the leather. 
“Come on, I told you to call me Jake.” He spins around in the barstool, his eyes still on you. 
“And I told you I was drunk. It’s never gonna happen, Hangman.” You look down at the sweatshirt you’re wearing and smile, looking back to him, eager to taunt him. “I think I’ll just keep collecting these while I’m here, it’s more fun that way.” You trace your fingers over the embroidered US Navy logo, humming.
Hangman’s eyes narrow, his mouth opening to say something. The sound of voices and laughter growing closer stops him, familiar faces pouring into the room. You make a pointed smile in his direction before turning to the commotion. Natasha and Bradley are bickering about something you can’t quite figure out. Some of the other guys you met last night at the Hard Deck – Bob and Payback – follow close behind them, commenting on whatever the argument was. 
“All I’m saying is that when I say go, we have to go,” Natasha nags. 
Bradley sighs loudly, nodding. “I know, I got it, next time.” You recognize that sigh, one of discontent, one he huffs to make his annoyance known. He clearly hadn’t retired it. He used it with you a few times, mostly when you asked him to put aside his obsessing over work for just one night.  
Hangman crosses his arms, interjecting their conversation. “Rooster’s always been hesitant. It’s that kind of shit that gets you killed out there.” 
You glance at him, not fully agreeing with his statement. Bradley had never been hesitant in all the time you’d known him. There was nothing hesitant about the way he loved you – or the way he left you behind. When he knew what he wanted, he’d drop anything for it. Including you. Pushing the thoughts aside, you look back to Rooster, his eyes locked on Hangman, a look of defiance in his glare. 
“Hangman,” Bradley says, looking the man up and down with obvious distaste for his lack of public decency. Seems Hangman isn’t popular with most of the group and you couldn’t blame them. Bradley takes a step forward from where his friends linger by the door. “You look good.” His tone is dry, sarcastic, but Hangman runs with the lackluster comment. He rises from his chair, walking over to clap Rooster on the back. 
“I am good, Rooster, I’m very good.” His eyes move from Bradley to where you sit on the couch, his smile stretching as his eyes drink you in. Bradley follows his gaze, smiling something soft at you before turning his eyes back on Hangman, all of the kindness draining from his face, scowling. 
Bob mumbles something about their training, crossing the room to the kitchen and you mentally thank him for easing the tension in the room, everyone else joining in on the new topic of conversation. Natasha pushes past Bradley and sits down next to you on the couch, knocking Bradley out of his head and back to reality. Hangman returns to perch on his barstool, leaning back cooly against the counter, drinking in the commotion his simple comment caused. 
Rooster waves him off and crashes into the pillow of the couch, his knee knocking into yours as he does so. You smile and he returns it, his eyes slipping down to his sweatshirt pooling around your body. 
“Oh,” you exclaim, sitting up. “Here, you should take this back before I forget.” You slip your arms out of the sleeves and shimmy the fabric over your neck and shoulders, a chill running down your spine as you adjust to the new temperature. Your tank top gets caught as you undress, showing the smallest strip of naked skin that you quickly work to cover, tugging the top down at your sides. You feel eyes on you and you look around the room, your eyes connecting first with Bradley’s and then Hangman’s, his pupils dilating at the sight of you. It takes him a second, his mind working quickly as he watches you toss the sweatshirt to Rooster, the two of you exchanging a knowing glance. 
You notice Hangman’s posture change out of the corner of your eye, his shoulders hunching, his hand instinctively moving to the back of his neck. He mashes his lips together in a harsh line. His eyes meet yours and you look away just as quickly, avoiding his gaze.
Rooster hums, turning your attention away from Hangman. He runs his fingers over the sweatshirt and hands the fabric back to you. 
“Keep it,” he smiles. “It suits you.”
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psicopegaso · 4 months
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TIME FOR AN ANECDOTE!
The night before last I dreamt I was playing Mother 3 again, but I was in chapter 4.
(Before I tell the story, I know I'm thinking what you're thinking: "That didn't really happen in the game!", but it's just a dream, and I think this story I'm telling is very fascinating and I'd love to share it with Mother 3 fans).
I don't know how it happened, but I think Lucas was looking for Boney, who had been kidnapped by the Pigmask.
Lucas was looking for Boney by the crossroads in Tazmily Village, when he came across a Pigmask march, I think it's the training when I heard the King Porky theme on the radio.
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Lucas was watching the march that was entering a cave, when suddenly he saw someone very familiar…. He was looking at the leader who commands the armies.
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"the flashback begins"
It was Claus, the lost twin brother who has finally found him after 3 years.
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As he looked at his brother, the captain interrupted him:
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"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Where's that kid coming from? He's interrupting our training with our commander! Hey, kid, stop staring at our commander and get out!".
Lucas started to say in front of Claus:
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"B-b-brother…?"
Suddenly, a Pigmask approached him from behind, and Claus asked him to execute him, so he pulled out his ray gun and began to electrify him.
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Lucas was knocked unconscious, and Claus sent all his armies to carry him away and lock him in a shed.
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Luckily, Lucas woke up, but with an amnesia, he didn't remember what happened after he was electrified, but he did remember that he was looking for Boney. He tried to get out, but the door and window was locked, he couldn't find a way out.
Then Lucas found a nail file in his inventory, and began to scratch at the lock.
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Finally, Lucas got out, but for some strange reason, a message popped up that read as follows:
"(Lucas was carrying a nail file after all this time. And it's the same nail file that Claus put in the apple to give to his father to get out of jail three years ago. Is it a coincidence?)"
I got thoughtful and said "Hmmm" but after that, I continued my journey.
That's how that weird story ended, but it's just a dream. (I think I've been playing a lot of Mother 3) What do you think? again, I know it didn't happen in the actual game, but imagine if it was real, but all this stuff I'm telling is not going to make sense and there are mistakes, because Claus is in a training camp, isn't he supposed to be in the Thunder Tower? And the training camp at the crossroads, shouldn't it be in East Tazmily? Yeah…, pretty silly dream. I bet you someone would make a rom hack about it, it would be hilarious, hahaha XD.
Well, that's all I'm telling you, bye guys!
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perditos · 7 months
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Starter for @stygicniron Nico and Jason
Katie Hardy, twenty-one years old, in her Junior year of a bio-medical engineering degree at Gotham University, avid hiker and mountain climber, amateur diver and spelunker, popular Instagram poster, and free-time adventurer,
— had her brains splattered on the back wall of her apartment.
Jason had seen some nasty crime scenes in his time. Batman tended to skim off the top of the most violent, vicious, and sometimes, plain disgusting, cases that the GCPD had to offer. The ones that bamboozled detectives and horrified the public. Serial killers, violent rapists, and 'creative' types, made people nervous, he'd say. Those and the cold cases are the ones that needed to be solved the most. Jason, in retrospect, thought he just liked the challenge. The thrill of the hunt. Not that he could blame him, there was some real fun in a locked door murder mystery. Which is exactly what this was.
On Friday morning, Katie Hardy left her apartment — the doorman saw her go— and drove to the cliffs outside Gotham. She posted some pretty pictures on her Insta of her exploring the area around noon that day. In those pictures she was smiling. Katie then returned home Friday evening, the same doorman saw her return. At some point, someone or something, got into her apartment, shot her point-blank, through the temple with a ten-gauge shotgun, and then flayed her like a fish. The only good news being that the Coroner thought she was shot before someone skinned her with a knife.
Katie would remain in her apartment, dead, until Monday morning when she missed her class at the school. At which point some friends became concerned and visited her apartment in the afternoon. By that point the neighbors below Katie were complaining about an absolutely rank smell coming from the ceiling (that would be the blood and body goo seeping through the floor). The doorman had to unlock the door.
So, there was a twenty-something, dead in her apartment for two days, with a locked door, locked windows, and no real obvious motive, rhyme, or reason. There were camera in the hall and the only person who went in, or out, of Katie's apartment that week-end was her. The detective on the case chocked it up to a random act of violence. Katie would have a closed casket funeral, the apartment's crime scene would be closed tomorrow morning so the room could be turned over. (Jason didn't envy the guy who had to clean the carpet). Most likely, the case would go cold, and the family would never find closure on why their precious little girl got brutally murdered.
A girl with a future, with a hope, and dreams, and great prospects, who deserved to get her dream job, get married, and have her 2.5 kids, and a white-picket fence, or whatever.
Jason wasn't hip to what the kids wanted these days.
Standing in the room, he surveyed the scene. (Just as B taught him). Took in the details, the dried and rusted blood smear on the wall, the smell, the lay-out of furniture, and the ruined carpet. This was just the evidence gathering phase. Assessing the situation, putting himself in the moment of the crime, not just the victim, but the killer.
Then, he reached into his jacket. The safety clicked off as he pulled his pistol from its holster. He pointed the gun at a shadow in the kitchen, by the very window he had come in through.
"Woah, woah!" Jason said. "If I'm not supposed to be here, you definitely aren't supposed to be here. State your name and purpose, buddy."
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blu-joons · 2 years
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When He Has A Nightmare, But You Aren’t There ~ BTOB Reaction
Eunkwang:
Your eyes were drawn straight away to Eunkwang sat up in the middle of the bed as you walked in. You were only gone a matter of moments as you went to get a drink, only to find him panting for breath.
You rushed across to Eunkwang and placed your arm around his shoulders, using your hand to guide his face so that his eyes met yours, letting him know that you were there.
Eunkwang’s breaths were heavy as he tried to follow your breathing pattern. “It’s alright, just take a moment,” you encouraged across to him.
“I h-had a nightmare,” Eunkwang stuttered, nervously looking across to you as his mind wondered. “There was some guy, he was threatening to take you away from me Y/N.”
“I’m right here,” you assured him, taking a tight grip of Eunkwang’s hands, “there’s no one that is going to take me anywhere.”
Eunkwang nodded as he assured himself too that you were with him. “It just felt so real Y/N, and then you weren’t actually here.”
You smiled softly, unable to imagine how worried Eunkwang must have been. “I just got a drink; I promise that no one took me.”
“Good, and I won’t let anyone either Y/N.”
Minhyuk:
The sound of your phone buzzing took you by surprise, especially when you saw Minhyuk’s name come up on your phone screen. You knew it was late for him, halfway around the world whilst on tour.
You dropped what you were doing and quickly picked up the phone, your heart sinking as you heard the rapid pace of Minhyuk’s breathing on the other end of the line.
It took you a moment to speak, worried about what was going on. “Minhyuk, are you alright? Shouldn’t you be asleep right now?”
“I was, but then I had a nightmare,” he explained to you, “I just wanted to ring you and make sure that you were alright, in my nightmare I couldn’t even get hold of you.”
“Min, I’m so sorry,” you whispered, glancing out of your window at the sunshine, “I wish I could be there with you now.”
A shaky breath came from Minhyuk as the sound of your voice began to settle him. “I’m sorry if I disturbed your day at all Y/N.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle as Minhyuk apologised, “you didn’t disturb me at all, I just want to make sure that you’re alright.”
“I’m a lot better now I’m talking to you.”
Changsub:
Your head snapped around as you heard loud calls of your name, hearing Changsub’s footsteps as he raced down the stairs. He soon appeared at the door of your office, almost launching himself across at you.
Your hands held onto him tightly as he buried his head into the crook of your neck, with several sighs of relief coming from him as he saw you sat working at your desk.
You gave him the time that he needed before pulling back and looking across at him. “What’s going on? Why the big panic suddenly?”
“I had a nightmare whilst I was asleep, there was this gunshot and I didn’t know where you were,” he stuttered, struggling to speak in between his hiccups of tears.
“A gun in your dream?” You quizzed, offering him a weak smile as Changsub could only nod back across at you.
He sighed gently before meeting your eyes again, ���when I woke up and saw you not there, I thought maybe it was real after all.”
You felt terrible as Changsub let go of a deep breath, relieved to see you staring back at him. “Take all the time that you need.”
“Thank you, I really appreciate that Y/N.”
Hyunsik:
You were surprised as you slid back underneath the duvet to feel Hyunsik cuddling into you closely. When you left, he was fast asleep, but as you looked back at Hyunsik now, his eyes were wide open looking at you.
You weren’t quite sure what was going on, but from the tight grip that Hyunsik had on you suddenly, you could tell that he needed you, wrapping your arms around his frame.
Your touch brought a faint smile to Hyunsik’s face as he kept his eyes on you. “How come you’re suddenly awake? Are you alright?”
“I think so,” Hyunsik responded, his voice faltering slightly. “I had a bit of a nightmare, but I was fine. Then I looked to my left though and you weren’t there, I just got confused.”
“I just went to the toilet,” you informed him, not wanting for Hyunsik to worry. “How did a nightmare happen so quickly?”
Hyunsik’s shoulders shrugged back at you, “I must’ve heard you leaving the room and panicked, wondered where you were going.”
You didn’t quite know what to say or do, feeling guilty as you carried on staring at Hyunsik. “Are you sure you’re good now?”
“Yeah, I’m a lot better seeing you here.”
Peniel:
The buzz of your phone made you jump at your desk, reaching into your back pocket to pull it out. After seeing Peniel’s name come up on the screen, you glanced at the clock just beside your laptop in confusion.
It was well into the morning, nearing the afternoon, you were sure that Peniel was supposed to be up already, and most likely due to be at the studio at any time too.
Yet, as you answered his call, you could hear how groggy his voice was. “Are you still in bed? Do you know what time it is Peniel?”
“I know,” he faintly whispered, “I decided to sleep in late but then I had a nightmare, and you weren’t home, and I just panicked, I’m sorry that I called you.”
“No,” you quickly called out, fearing that he was going to hang up the call. “I’m not too busy, do you want to talk about what happened?”
It took a moment for Peniel to reply to you, “I don’t even know right now. It felt real, and you weren’t here, my mind is so conflicted.”
Your head nodded as you listened to Peniel closely, “do you want me to come home? You shouldn’t be alone right now Peniel.”
“No, I’ll be alright, don’t let me disturb you.”
Sungjae:
As you walked back up the stairs, the sound of mumbling quickly caught your attention. Your pace picked up as you recognised the voice as Sungjae’s, getting back across to the bedroom as soon as you could.
Your eyes widened as you walked into the bedroom to find Sungjae sat up, beads of sweat running down his face as his breath hitched several times, shoulders rising and falling.
You couldn’t move quickly enough, perching down beside Sungjae with your arms around him. “Hey, it’s just me,” you whispered to him.
“Y/N,” Sungjae mumbled, resting his head down against the top of your shoulder. “Where were you? Why did you leave me without telling me where you were going?”
“I just went downstairs to get my phone,” you sighed, holding on tightly to Sungjae, “where else do you think I could’ve gone?”
A shrug of the shoulders came from Sungjae, “the nightmare involved you, you were mad at me and then you got into an accident.”
Your head shook as tears began to fall down Sungjae’s cheeks, “I’m not mad at you, I promise, and I’m right here now too.”
“Please don’t go anywhere again tonight.”
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ccarrot · 2 months
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I had a series of several bad dreams last night and they were like. A time loop where i had to fix what went wrong the previous nightmare
First i went to a party at the house across the street. Must have been a bachelor party or birthday I don't remember. So i go to this party, there's a bunch of people and fictional characters there too. So Chuuya and Atsushi were definitely at this house party, and some lady who looked a lot like Gretchen from Suits. Anyways at some point i was down stairs and the lady was in this glass barrier room you see in fancier buildings or stores and there was some guy running up to her and then attacked her. turns out this guy is a vampire and out to get all of us. Like in Midnight Mass i think. Either way vampire outbreak type thing happens and the finalists are me and chuuya atsushi and gretchen suits. turns out all of them were turned a while ago and they were faking being normal to get me in the end. and then I Woke Up
So i go back to sleep, this time the story resets, and I'm at home and I don't want to go to the party again so I tell my sister that we should stay in and she's super excited about that. I'm still paranoid about the vampires though so I go downstairs to talk to my granddad (which is another really weird thing because my granddad has been dead for... years). Well I tell my grandad that he can NOT open the door for anyone at all. no one is allowed. At that moment someone rings the doorbell incessantly. There's this delivery man, looking through the window at us, and this made me angry i tell my sister and my grandad to stay away and i answered the door. The delivery guy didn't even have anything for me, he was just trying to sell me some philosophy get together thing and I was really angry and heated and I was telling the guy "Go away we don't want whatever you're selling so get the fuck outta here and leave us alone" and the guy pulls out his phone and talks to someone on the phone like "yeah they didn't take the bait, plan B then?" and he lifts his pizza box to reveal he's been holding a gun this entire time. So I slam the door closed, and move out of the way BUT THEN my dumbass dream sister comes within the line of fire some how, and the door suddenly opens and she gets shot in the eye. And I guess i screamed or something because i woke up then and i had definitely made a noise.
I go back to sleep then, and this time the dream resets to the beginning of the day. My parents go off to the party with their friends. My sister and I are hanging out upstairs this time out of view. We have a nice time until i get a call from my mom telling us to join her at the party, and I'm like.. NO! but then she comes in to the house with her friend and is calling us downstairs. I look out the window to see a man running down the street towards our house and I'm frantically trying to tell her that she needs to close the door now, but then my bedroom door opens and the vampire man that started the outbreak from the original dream is standing at the door. then it ends
Next one is short. somehow i slayed the vampire man and he was on the ground in front of me, and it was like a camera lens unblurring or something because it looked like his body was forming some weird medieval painting with his blood n shit
and then the last one i'm standing in my bedroom. my bedroom from when i was a really young kid, looking down at the scorched shadow of the vampire guy.
Then it was 8:00 am and i needed to get ready for work but. a very upsetting sequence of dreams i had last night. lotta death..
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alliwriteistrash · 2 years
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The Quarry Counselors as Songs from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend
A/N: I know this is random but bear with me. 
Some of these songs are explicit so click on the links at your own discretion
Laura Kearney - Face Your Fears
This whole song is about overcoming your fears to a sometimes unhealthy amount even and whom does this fit better than our girlboss out there hunting werewolves without any hunting experience? Favorite line/s: Then one day I realized I can't just run and hide from life Now if someone pulls a gun on me, I pull out my knife [...] If a bear runs at you in the woods, don't run away Look it deep in the eyes, put your hand on its chest And say, "Bear, I'm not afraid!"
Max Brinly - I'm So Happy 4 U
Okay so you cannot tell me this wasn't Max in his mind when he found out Laura got accepted to grad school and he wasn't! This song just encompasses him trying to be supportive to Laura while also suffering because he failed. Favorite line/s: I really haven't been doing so well But that's not important right now 'Cause like look at you wow You're straight up killing it Yay! [...] I can't believe what you've done Being you looks so fun You got it all figured out While me I'm riddled with doubt
Jacob Custos - Fit Hot Guys Have Problems Too
Let's be real you cannot tell me that all the remarks and lowkey bullying of the others towards Jacob did not affect him! I can totally see them thinking that because of how he looks and acts that he cannot have struggles or problems. Favorite line/s: 'Cause fit hot guys have problems too Don't look at us We're not dancing for you This is our quiet Personal time to reflect [...] It's just hard to process emotions with our clothes on [...] We have childhood traumas Just like you 'Cause fit hot guys have problems too, uh Honorable mention: You Stupid Bitch -> at the end of the game when he realizes what harm his actions set in motion
Kaitlyn Ka - The Moment Is Me
Okay with this assigned song is mainly based on the vibe I'm getting from Kaitlyn. I might be completely getting this wrong but like she seemed like she would not be up to sing a song so this just fit too well! Plus after everything and her childhood dream of being part of a sideshow/circus who knows what she may do? Favorite line/s: This is my time to shine Step outta the line Throw open all the windows Might be an uphill climb But I just gotta find What's at the end (please don't make me say this) of this rainbow?
Emma Mounteback - I'm So Good at Yoga
Okay so I feel like Emma and the way she performs for society (not her real personality because I actually think she is a sweet person underneath this persona she has created) kind of comes across like this song. More of a how the world views her rather than how she really is. Also I kind of see her as someone who does yoga every morning?
Favorite line/s: Now is the time to let your mind go blank And focus instead On how awesome the yoga teacher is [...] Look at me, look at me
Dylan Lenivy - Fuckton Of Cats
This is mainly based on the fact that Dylan is canonically a cat dad and I can totally see him sing this song. Also maybe it is the song that plays in his mind every time he confuses Ryans comments for not flirting back at him.
Favorite line/s: Since I'm now Single for good I know just what I gotta do I gotta go get myself A fuckton of cats! [...] Why have cats, over time, become Synonymous with loneliness? We gotta work on our collective image We need a new publicist The ironic part is we're not that friendly If you're lonely, we might make it worse
Ryan Erzahler - I Hate Everything But You
Do I even have to say it? It's literally a song about disliking (or seeming like you dislike everything) but that one special person? In general, I feel like people view him as someone who hates/is indifferent towards everything which in my opinion is not really who he is.
Favorite line/s: While everyone was laughing and having so much fun I would mutter "this sucks" 'til the day was done I detested most stuff and I still do You see, I hate everything but you [...] 'Cause when I look in your eyes and I see you smile When you laugh at yourself and we talk for a while Just for a moment, I forget How much I hate it when people say "gotta jet" [...] You love so many things And you have so much fun It makes me wish my hating days were done
Abigail Blyg - Love Kernels
Depending on who you ship her with - Nick or Emma - I can still see this song fit! The Abi we saw in the game was too shy and reserved to act upon her feelings, instead waiting for the other party to make a move.
Favorite line/s: He gives me love kernels Each little crumb another tasty clue Love kernels 'Cause if you read between the lines he's sayin' "I love you" [...] I'll be patient Until the droplets become a river that needs a dam
Nick Furcillo - I Go To The Zoo
Don't ask me why. This all started literally with this song and me thinking - Doesn't this sound like Nick? He just seems like someone who really enjoys zoos and animals in general. It is probably his safespace.
Favorite line/s: It's so relaxing at the zoo Sayin' "what's up" to kangaroos My boys awake 'cause they're nocturnal I really really like the zoo [...] But there's only one thing that can ease my pain I tell her, "Get the fuck out", then I go to the zoo in San Diego [...] Sometimes even the zoo isn't enough So then I go to the aquarium It's like a zoo for fishes
BONUS ROUND
Kaitlyn and Jacob - You Go First
Since they are childhood friends you cannot tell me their fights aren't like this.
Dylan/Abigail - Group Hang
Everytime they try to flirt with their respective crushes but other people get involved. You cannot tell me I'm wrong.
Jacob and Nick - Sports Analogies
This is literally how I see them bonding in the beginning. That is until they open up properly around one another and actually have deep conversations. Probably after the vents since they've been through a lot.
Kaitlyn, Dylan, Ryan - Friendtopia
This is just for shits n giggles. I love their dynamic and I think it would be fun to see them rule the world.
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piko-power · 2 years
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Not Again - Act 1 - Incident
OH BOY OH BOY
This is the newest addition to my series of Sonic Movie stories- (Which I'll explain in the future very soon) of events before the sequel and we are starting STRONG with this one.
This is going to be chock full of angst and fluff like you've never seen it before, and yes, this has some trigger warnings.
There is nothing extreme in this story, but there will be some things some readers might find uncomfortable. If it's not your cup of tea, you don't have to read it. But other than that, this is not a violent story, but it is pretty emotional. (I promise you it has a happy ending but we're obviously not there yet)
You would let me know if I'm doing the TWs right.
I'll be releasing new parts of the story once or possibly twice a week. I, of course, cannot promise that, but we'll wait and see. XD
Alright, I think that's all I have to say other than HAPPY READING!
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THIS SONIC MOVIE FANFIC IS BASED ON AN HEADCANON OF MINE. I WOULD FLIP OUT IF THIS ACTUALLY BECOMES CANON. XD
TW: BLOOD, SLIGHT SWEARING (IN THIS CHAPTER)
"No hero is afraid to stop bad guys from robbing a bakery, not even Sonic. But all heroes must have weaknesses, and that weakness came out of the dark like a bullet. Literally."
The sirens wail from the distance. The sound blares louder as the car speeds to it's destination.
"Wait! Do you hear something?"
"Like what?!"
"...THAT!"
One of the crooks point to the window, showing the sheriff's car driving quickly to the Sweet Dream Bakery Shop. The other robber sighed. "You've got to be kidding me. Quick! Grab all of it a get out of here!"
"YOU! Get back, NOW!" The robber points their weapon at the clerk, who took their orders and slowly backed off. "D-Don't shoot!" She cried. "If you do as I say." The robber's tone was cold and quiet, yet demanding.
"Which one of you pests called the damn sheriff?!" The other robber from the far right called out to the three customers, laying on the floor, barely looking up at the criminal. "WHO DID IT?!"
Jasmine, the owner of the bakery, slowly raised her hand up enough for the shouting criminal to see. "HA! Reeeaal classic." They scoffed. "You REALLY think you can save the day by just simply calling the sheriff?"
"He's not the only one who's gonna stop you troublemakers." Jasmine growled. "WHAT DID YOU SAY, YOU MOTHER-"
Suddenly, the door slammed opened, revealing Wade Whipple. "FREEZE POLICE DON'T MOVE!" All in one sentence, aiming his taser at one of the crooks. One guy near the register rolled his eyes. "Seriously? This doofus? He ain't gonna make us do crap!" He barked. "First of all, that was uncalled for." Wade said, looking slightly offended.
"Alright guys, this is your one and only chance to stop what you're doing right now!" Tom called out through the speakers. "If anybody gets hurt, we're gonna do this the hard way! Got that?!" He demanded.
Wade looks outside to see his buddy, then back at the bandits. "You better do as he says. You'd hate it when he's angry." He whispered to them. "He's usually a pretty chill guy." The criminals looked at each other, thinking about their next move, smiling. "Let's see how angry he can get when he hears: OFFICER DOWN!"
Then they raised their gun at Wade. His eyes widen, but doesn't back off for one second. "Y-Yeah, no, that ain't gonna happen! Don't even THINK about making that happen!" He roared. "You guys have five seconds to leave the building!" The sheriff's voice roared from the megaphone outside.
"We have plenty of time to handle this situation." They chuckled, preparing to pull the trigger, when suddenly…
"SURPRISE!" A quick blue light flashed by the crooks, running all over the place. Everyone in the building try to keep up with the mysterious blur, but is blinded by confusion, including the criminals. "What's wrong, guys? Can't keep up with the Blue Devil??" He called out, running on the walls now.
The guys looked at each other, knowing exactly who is trying to distract them. "Uhhh, Tom?" Wade called out to the sheriff from the building, staring at the crowd of light blue streaks. "Should we do it the hard way now, or…?"
Tom, slowly putting down the megaphone on the hood of the car, watched in awe. "Oh, God…" He sighed.
Sonic, finally coming to a stop on top of a counter, glared at the criminals as lightning spat out of his quills. "YOU!" One of them hissed at the space hog. He crossed his arms. "Sorry for disturbing your mission but no one is gonna steal anything! Not even a single sprinkle! Seriously, who would steal pastry?" He shrugged. "This is the Sweet Dream BAKERY shop, guys! I mean, come on."
"We weren't gonna steal some cakes, gremlin." They snarled at the hedgehog. Sonic, giving them an "heartbroken" expression, placed his hand on his chest. "I feel so offended…" He then gave them a cheeky grin.
"It doesn't matter what you losers are stealing, what really matters is that I'm gonna KICK YOUR BUTTS!" He jumped up in the air, giving one crook a roundhouse kick to the face, knocking him to the ground and dropping their weapon. Jasmine jumped. "Jasmine! Get out of here! All of you, now! Go, go, go!"
Jasmine, including the costumers getting back on their feet, began to run out of the building. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DO-?" Sonic rolled up into a ball and zipped straight to their gut. They cried out and fell to the floor, clutching their stomach. "You were saying?" Sonic sarcastically asked.
Sonic then grabbed one of the bar stools and swung them straight to the baddie's face. Wade's jaw dropped, including his weapon. "Whoa…" "Pretty cool, huh?" He beamed, giving him a wink.
"SONIC!" A voice called out from outside, which startled Sonic at first. Tom ran into the building to see one of the crooks lying down on the ground, including a bar stool. His ocean eyes widened scanning the room, making sure there's nothing broken. Then, he glared at the little hedgehog.
"No need to thank me, Tom!" He boasted. "The bakery is now safe thanks to me!" "First of all… HOW…-" Tom raised his voice but took a deep breath before he could fully explode. "…Did you hear about this?" He asked, still giving him the look that should scare the ego out of Sonic.
"You told me to stay at the police department, but when I heard on the radio that there was a robbery-" "That brings me to another thing… Second…" Sonic knew that he's gonna raise his voice once more, big time. His shoulders rise up, and he cringes. "I TOLD YOU STAY THERE BUT YOU DIDN'T!" "I told you!" Wade said to one of the unconscious crooks.
"This is the SECOND time you did this this week, Sonic Wachowski!" Tom continued. "First, the "Dog-Catcher" incident, and now THIS!" Sonic has been going into some criminal scenes lately. Wanting to be the big hero, kicking butt and saving lives.
But he is only a kid. Sonic isn't supposed to be doing this kind of stuff, even if he has such incredible power.
Tom feared this would happen multiple times, he just pray that Sonic will listen to him just this once.
"Tom, relax. I already stopped the bad guys! I stopped the robbery! No one even got hurt!" Sonic said. Wade points at the crook laying on the floor. "What about that guy? They got hurt." "Uh… Because they were robbing the bakery, Wade??" The hedgehog corrected.
"Sonic, it doesn't matter. You shouldn't have gotten into the scene with no warning!" He lectured. "What if you get hurt? Huh?" "Well, I won't get hurt. Because I'm the fastest thing alive." He said.
"What if?"
"I won't."
Tom took a deep breath, calming himself down before he continued. "Sonic, I'm just saying. I worry about you when you do this kind of stuff." His tone was more quiet and soft, but still tense somehow.
Sonic sighed as well, just wanting to get the conversation out of the way and celebrate the victory. "Tom, if I can save the town from Robotnik, then I can save the town from anything." He walked away, out of the building. "You worry too much."
Tom's eyes widened again.
Worry too much? The heck does that mean??
Tom gently held Sonic's shoulder to stop him. "Sonic, it's my job to worry about you. I know you saved this town before but you're just a kid." Sonic quickly turned back to face Tom, looking surprised. "You're too young to be a hero!"
"How long will it take to convince you that I can take care of myself?" Sonic complained. "I just want you to understand that you're putting yourself into dangerous situations." Tom kneel down to Sonic's level. "You can't keep doing this! I have every right to worry about you if you keep this up!"
"You don't have to worry about me!" Sonic said. "Like I said, I'm fast! I can avoid any bullet from miles away."
From behind the counter from back inside, the robber cocked their weapon.
"Plus," He continued, now stern. "I already am a hero, Tom." He exhaled sadly, looking down at the ground. Tom took notice of this. "Let me look after this town. Let me look after you."
Not only does Sonic wanted to protect his home, but he wanted to protect the one person who changed his life forever. He knows he can protect the town and the town has been quite peaceful. Zero bad guys tried to kill him, at least ever since Robotnik was banished to the Mushroom Planet a few months back.
But people are actually trying to mess with this town? Not on Sonic's watch. Especially when it comes to messing with his friend.
His father.
And as much as he looks up at him as one, he can't let anything happen to him. Not even having the chance to actually call him his own father. He refuse to take that risk.
Not after what happened the last time he did something like that.
Tom shows a soft smile on his face. He couldn't stay mad at his little buddy. He knows he wanted to make a difference but he can't spend the rest of his childhood doing something like this. He would at least wait til that moment chose him eventually. "I understand, bud. You always look after me. A lot of people do. But… I want to look after you too. You know that I lov-"
"But I don't want you to look after me..."
Tom nearly pulled away from the hedgehog after hearing that. Sonic looked pained.
They were both hurt from what was spoken.
Sonic, as much as he loves the Donut Lord, can't let him change his role from a sheriff to a father. He wanted him to take care of the town, not just him. If only he found the exact words he was looking for to even explain the reason for it.
But even if he did-
BANG!!
"AAAGGH!!"
This will happen.
"TOM?!" Sonic cried out, witnessing the blood spewing out of Tom's right arm. He was shot near his shoulder.
Tom was shot.
Sonic's emerald eyes widened in horror as he watches Tom cry out in pain, holding onto his bleeding arm tightly. He tried to calm down, trying not to swear in front of the hedgehog. He fell to his knee, feeling lightheaded. "Thomas!" Wade yelled out.
"TOM, NO!!" Sonic, trembling, tried to approach the injured sheriff. "S-S-Sonic-" Tom try to speak, but another loud BANG could be heard from the bakery. Wade was nearly hit as the bullet zipped straight to the floor when he tried to reach for his weapon. The robber from the counter wasn't knocked out fully. They were about to shoot Tom again.
"DON'T DO IT!!!"
The hedgehog screamed as he zoomed to the crook, kicking them in the face, hard. They fell back to the ground but before they could get back up, Sonic pinned them to the wall of the counter. They tried to reach for their gun, but the now lightning powered hedgehog stepped on his hand hard, breaking it. He yelled out in pain. "YOU STUPID RODENT!"
"YOU SHOT TOM!!!" He screamed out once more as he began to punch the criminal in lightning speed non stop. His sharp blue eyes were beginning to form tears, his heart was pounding, his breathing was rapid, but he wouldn't stop going all out on the crook.
He doesn't care if he killed the crook, no one messes with the Donut Lord.
As more police ran in to take care of the robbers, Jasmine and a customer helped Tom up, but he kept tumbling over, going to pass out. "He's bleeding out so much!" A customer cried out. "Somebody call a doctor!!" "Don't worry! I know someone! Give me a sec. Keep an eye on him." Jasmine pulled out her phone as a costumer and a few bystanders helped the sheriff out. "Wh-Where's Sonic…?" He asked weakly.
Wade got back up and ran to the counter to see Sonic beating up the bad guy. "Sonic! Chill out, little guy!" Sonic didn't listen. He refuse to listen. He just kept punching, hoping that the crook will be out like a light.
"Come on! Get away!" Wade, despite the lightning spiraling all over him, grabbed Sonic and pulled him away from the criminal. "No, no, NO, NO, NO!! I WON'T LET HIM GET AWAY WITH THIS!!" He yelled, punching the air trying to reach for the bad guy, who is backing away from the crazed hedgehog.
"Sonic, calm down!" Wade said with concern. "HOW CAN I CALM DOWN WHEN THAT MONSTER HURT MY FRIEND?!?!" He continuously yelled at the top of his lungs, spilling out all the rage and heartbreak to the world. "Just calm down, alright? Tom's gonna be okay." Wade tried to be convincing, walking away with a struggling Blue Devil in his arms. The police ran in and grabbed the beaten up robber and pulled him back up on his feet, cuffing him.
Wade walked outside to try and find Tom. "Tom?! Where are you?!" "WHERE IS HE?!?!" Sonic cried out, trying to break free from Wade's grasp. Then he caught two people carrying Tom near a bench to check up on him. "They'll be here any minute. Just make sure he doesn't pass out." Jasmine said to the group, hanging up on her phone.
Sonic gasped as he saw Tom holding his arm slowly bleeding out. So much blood he thought. This is too much! TOO MUCH! I CAN'T LOSE HIM LIKE THIS! I CAN'T LOSE ANYBODY!
"NOOOOO!!" Sonic finally pushed Wade away and tried to reach out to his hero only for Jasmine and a policeman to hold him where he is. He can only reach out to him from so far. "TOM!! NO!!" Tears were streaming down his muzzle as he sobbed out his name over and over. "I'm sorry!" Jasmine cried. "He needs medication!"
"No, no! Stay awake, buddy!" Wade ran up to Tom in a hurry. There were worry in his eyes as he look at his arm. "W-Wade… Where's…"
"TOOOOOMM!! TOOOOM!!" Someone was calling out his name. He knew the voice. He knew those cries. He tried to stay awake. He really tried. "S-Sonic…" His vision was fading. He can barely make out the panicking hedgehog, who was guarded by two people. "Sonic, calm down!" A woman's voice called, it was Jasmine. "We're going to call Maddie Wachowski. She'll take you home." A policeman said. "NOO!! I'M NOT LEAVING HIM!!" Sonic screamed once more.
"S-Sonic…" Tom took a big deep breath, trying to call out to his hedgehog friend. The little blue spot in his sight was slowly fading away from him. "D-Don't… C-C-Cry…"
All of the colors were turning black. There was no more blue. His voice was disappearing. Everything is disappearing. "I CAN'T LOSE HIM!!" His cries have never felt so quiet, yet so haunting. He feared that this will be the last time he'll ever hear his voice.
"I CAN'T LOSE MY DAD!!!"
Then, everything stopped.
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Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...
The first sound Tom could hear.
The painful pounding in his head.
The first thing Tom could feel.
A soft, surface with cloth and paper.
The first thing Tom could touch.
"Uuuuuggh… Wh… What happened…?"
The first thing Tom could say.
His tired ocean eyes slowly open up, trying to get used to the blinding sunlight beaming through the curtains. He tried to move his right arm, but the stinging pain from it shot him fully awake. "SON OF A-!" He cut himself off before he can complete his sentence.
He sat up, slowly, looking over his bandaged arm. Then he scanned the room, still getting used to the light. He's in a patient's room.
How long has he been out? What even happened? His head continuously aches, refusing to give him a proper reason as to how he ended up here.
He gasped.
His voice.
TOOOOM!!
"Oh, God… No…" Now he remembered. He remembered clearly.
There was a robbery at Sweet Dream.
Sonic stopped the criminals.
They had a talk.
He was shot.
Sonic was crying.
Sonic was screaming. He never heard him like that before. He lay back down, trying to process the event from last night. He looked over at his arm again, he cringed at the sight of it.
He shuts his eyes tight, trying to forget the horrifying cries from the little hedgehog.
I CAN'T LOSE HIM!! I CAN'T LOSE MY DAD!!!
His dad.
No wonder he wanted to stop the robbery. It doesn't change the fact that a fourteen year old hedgehog beat up some robbers when they would've hurt him the same way they hurt Tom.
He would be mad, but he's not. Now he's worried. Worried sick.
He hope to God that Sonic is doing okay after last night.
Even if knowing what he had been through and how much he means to him, he somehow doubted that.
The door opened, which startled Tom. The nurse entered the room, relieved to see the sheriff alive and well. "Thomas. Hello." She waved. Tom waved back, sighing. "You scared me…" He chuckled weakly. "Terribly sorry." "No. Don't be. You're good." Tom reassured.
"How are you feeling, Thomas?" Nurse Hayley asked, sitting next to him. "Fine, I guess?" Tom lied. "My arm feels like crap, but I think I'm okay. Nothing's wrong, right?" "Well, you didn't receive any injuries that were too severe." The nurse replied. "But your arm does need some extra time to heel."
Ah… Of course… Tom looked away, sighing.
"You'll stay here for a few more hours in case something else happens." "Fine by me, I guess…" Tom said quietly, lost in his own thoughts. "Something troubling you?" The nurse asked. "I'm fine, Nurse Hayley." Once again, he lied. "it's just…"
He couldn't stop thinking about last night. He never heard Sonic so scared and heartbroken in his life. Considering the time of day, a lot of time must've passed when the event happened. "How long have I been in here?" "For about eight hours. It is now morning." She replied.
He was here for the whole night?! Ever since he was knocked out?!
Sonic...!
"Thomas?" Hayley placed her hand on Tom's, startling him again. "Deeply sorry, Tom." "You're fine…!" He took a deep breath. "I've just been thinking about Sonic. I'm worried about him. He hasn't seen me since last night. When I was out…"
"Oh…" Hayley can recall the phone call she had with his wife regarding the events and hoping that Tom will come out alright. That, and that Sonic wouldn't stop talking about what he had witnessed. She could've sworn she heard him say his name over and over again over Maddie trying her best to calm him down while crying.
"Don't worry, Thomas." She finally spoke. "I can assure you that Sonic AND Maddie are doing just fine." Her gentle smile made Tom feel a little better, but he was still a little worried. "I hope so…" He whispered to himself.
A knock could be heard, along with the door sliding open. "Nurse Hayley?" Doctor James walked in the room facing Hayley. "Yes, James?" She got back up on her feet. James looked over to see Tom is awake, then back at Hayley. "We have some visitors. They're here to see you, Tom."
Visitors?! Tom knew exactly who is visiting him.
"I'll leave you be. I can tell they wanted to speak with you." Hayley left the room along with James. The moment that happened, Tom inhaled deeply.
Here we go...
And exhaled. Then, Maddie entered the room. Her eyes lightened up seeing her husband awake. Alive. Tom smiled. "Hey, hon." He said "cheerfully."
"Tom…" Maddie walked over to him and hugged him tightly, beginning to cry. "Ohh, baby… I'm okay… It's okay…" Tom hugged her back, stroking her back. He kissed her on the cheek multiple times. "It's alright…" He whispered to her.
Eventually, they let each other go. Maddie sat down on the chair next to him, holding his hand. She wiped the tears off her eyes. "You feeling okay…?" She sniffled. "I'm fine, Maddie." He chuckled. "Just an bruised arm. No big deal. Though I have to stay here for a couple of hours just in case." Maddie understood. "Then… I'll be back home in no time." Tom smiled, gazing into Maddie's eyes.
"Good."
Tom and Maddie looked over to see a certain blue hedgehog standing in the doorway between the halls and the patient's room. His eyes were restless and bloodshot, and his fur was all ruffled up. His voice even sounded emotionless almost. Tom was surprised to see his little friend like this. Maddie sighed. "Sweetie. He's okay. You can come in."
Sonic took his time to walk towards Tom. When he gotten closer to see, he can see his arm bandaged up. He squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to forget that moment. "Hey. I'm okay. Don't worry about it." Tom knows fully well that what he said didn't make Sonic feel better. He knew that Sonic had a rough night, crying and worrying about him the whole time. He can tell in those tearful emerald green eyes.
The young hedgehog let out a long, exhausted sigh. He looked up at Tom's obviously fake smile. Look at him. Take a long look at him. His own thoughts barked at him. You got him hurt all because you wanna make a difference. You should've let him handle the situation all by himself, but no! You only came in and made everything worse! You could've killed your own father, you jackass!!
That last word made him shut his eyes tight again and he looked away from the sheriff. "Baby?" Maddie looked over to see him. "Buddy? You alright?" Tom asked, placing his hand around Sonic's arm. He gasped quietly, taking notice of the sheriff's gentle grasp.
Sonic looked up at Tom again. If you don't want to lose your hero, than make sure you won't let that happen again! You lost Longclaw, you're not gonna lose Tom! You got that, slowpoke??
"I'm so glad you're okay…" He finally spoke quietly, showing off a fake smile. "I thought I'll never see you again…" Sonic climbed on top of the bed and hugged him tightly, trying not to cry. "It's alright, buddy… I'm here now… I'm not going anywhere…" Sonic slowly closed his eyes, feeling relieved to finally be embraced by his father.
No. His friend. His best friend.
I'll make sure of it. He hugged him more tightly. He'll make sure that from now on his favorite person in the whole wide world is not going anywhere.
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To be continued...
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Thank you so much for reading! There will be more parts of this story to come. Sorry if this story broke your heart so far-
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coffeeandbatboys · 9 months
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California Hatin', Part 1
Comics!Clint Barton x Fem!Reader, Platonic Kate Bishop x Reader
When things go south on the west coast, you and Lucky take a fun little trip.
Warnings: Reader Being Chased, Animal abuse, slight injury, language
A/N: I kid you not, I had a dream last night that I was Clint's gf and I saved Lucky from being drowned by the tracksuits sooo...
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Me: Let's go to California, he said. It'd be fun, he said.
Bird Brain: I never said it would be fun
Me: Well good cause it's not
Bird Brain: Just find my dog, please
Me: I think I did. Tracksuits
Bird Brain: Be careful, babe. And don't do anything dumb
Me: always am, always will 😘
You shut your phone off and crouched behind a storage box. ahead of you, two tracksuits got out of a van and opened the back.
Shit
You mentally cursed when you saw Lucky tied up.
"You traitor, bro. You no good dog, bro."
You started forming a plan that wasn't exactly a plan, but It would have to suffice if you wanted to get your dog back.
Slowly, you crawled so that you were directly behind the Russians, deciding that throwing their guns in the water would buy you some time.
But there would need to be a change in plans, as Lucky was thrown into the water.
"Damn it" you cursed, jumping into action. You knocked one guy in the head with a crowbar, kicking his weapon into the water. You did the same to the other, then without thinking, dove in after Lucky.
When you caught him, you quickly slipped the rope off his legs and he surfaced, paddling to a nearby dock. You swam after him and pulled yourself up, only looking back to see the tracksuits yelling and running around like chickens with their heads cut off.
"Good boy." You cooed, petting the dog on the head. "We gotta go, though. C'mon"
You ran as fast as you could, down an alley near the harbor and into a seedy neighborhood, Lucky on your heels. Upon hearing Russian-tainted yelling, you panicked and went into a house
Where there was a guy on the couch watching tv.
You panicked. "I'mSorryI'mJustTryingToSaveMyBoyfriend'sDogHe'sAnAvenger." You paused, thinking about your words. "My boyfriend is the Avenger. Not the dog."
The man looked at you incredulously, but the yelling got closer, so you ran straight through the house. However, instead of finding a door, there was a bathroom. Reacting on impulse, you threw a soap dispenser at the window and cringed as it shattered.
"Sorry about your window!."
Lifting Lucky, you managed to get him through the window before you grabbed the sill and hauled yourself over it, cursing as the broken glass sliced through your palms.
Running down alleys once again, you ended up at an empty diner, whose waitress gave you a disapproving look. It dawned on you that you were a soaking wet woman with a soaking wet dog in an eating establishment.
You decided to try and bargain. "I know health inspectors would shut you down on the spot, but some bad guys took my dog from me and tried to kill him. Can I hole up here and make a phone call? My cell is shot."
She agreed and let you hide underneath the counter and handed you her cell phone and a coffee.
"We ain't got a landline so don't make any suspicious calls on my phone, got it?"
You nodded. "Got it. Thanks."
You dialed Kate's number, praying she'd pick up.
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pbandjesse · 2 years
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I am glad I am home right now. I felt a lot more emotional today then I expected and I tried very hard to not fall apart. Mixed results.
I slept alright. Falling asleep continues to be a hardship. And I had very intense dreams. James woke me up and let me hold them for a while. They said I didn't need to drive them to work anymore. So I slept an extra half hour. It was very needed.
I got up and got dressed quickly. I grabbed my bag and my juice and got in the car before 8 which was the goal because the sign says no parking between 8 and 11 on Thursday.
I got breakfast. And got on the highway. It was very rainy by the time I got on 83. And I was very focused driving. Between the cars and the rain it was a little much.
And then the weirdest thing happened. I was like two exits away from where I get off. I was behind a truck and there was a lot of mist. And then all of a sudden a white truck pulled next to me. We are going like 70 mph and all of a sudden the passenger, a white guy around my age, long hair and beard, fully leans out the window. Like his whole upper body is out in the rain? And he's making eye contact and yelling something at me. And he has something back in his hand pointing at me. And my heart was racing. Because my brain thought it was a gun?? But it wasnt a gun. It was a microphone?? He was like. Yelling something. Fake interviewing me?? And then he sped up and was doing it to other people ahead of me?? Scared the hell out of me but I am worried someone else might think it's a fun or something. Because of the area that could bad.
Once I realized I wasn't in danger though I was laughing so hard the whole thing was so silly. But it also really woke me up.
I got to camp and went up to art. Dropped a few things off. Changed my shoes. When I got in I almost immediately slipped on some mud but thankfully I caught myself. And then headed to the pool house in my rain coat.
I am not going to dwell on it but I got my feelings hurt today. Just more of me trying to always help and invite and put myself out there. And being rejected. I have a lot of sensitivity to people not showing up for me and being left out of stuff. And I just got my feelings hurt today when I offered someone a ride to get them something and they accepted and then didn't show up or let me know they were going to go with someone else. It isn't a big deal but I was a little emotional already so it just hurt more.
But before the hurt happened I would spend time while we were waiting to get started just cleaning up the kitchen. I got a big laugh out of someone putting styrofoam plates in the dishwasher. They were clean! Don't get me wrong! But it was funny to see. I told the group that hey, please don't put disposable plates in the dishwasher. Silly babes.
I ended up getting stuck in this meeting for way longer then I expected. I thought it would be an hour but it was way closer to two. And I was a little frustred but I was like it's all good. The Greek camp had moved all of their stuff out and they made it so nice and clean! So it wasn't going to be horrible setting up what I needed.
At 11 when the meeting was on break I was able to sneak away to my building. I put away all the stuff I was hoping to put away and kept working on setting up my boxes of supplies. It was a little rainy but even then it gets loud in there.
I started working on some bead critters. And am working on the ones I promised Jess that I'm going to make into earrings. This ended up being way harder then expected! The needles kept getting stuck and the beads would break but I love him so much he's so small.
Half way through that I went to go find the girl I made the lunch plans with. And was a little taken aback when she was like thanks anyway. Just felt a little rejected. I had brought over the cookies for the internationals and they were excited to try them. I would also give one a peep later on and she said she liked it. But I was still a little hurt so I just went back to the art building alone.
Where I was almost in tears a few times. Just feeling lonely and rejected but I know a lot of that was just sadness from somewhere else. Specifically tomorrow is the anniversary of my sister passing away. And I know I have never really dealt with it. But the idea today that wouldn't stop repeating itself is that today is the last time I will be able to say she was alive this day last year. And I don't know why but it was eating at me so much. I was just feeling a lot of stuff today. And the rain and the isolation didn't help. Even if I was enjoying my bead lizards.
I did the healthy thing and texted CJ and asked her to come sit with me. And she was like. Of course. And would head over soon. I was a little frustrated to get a text from Elizabeth that we were moving rotations up and we're starting at 145 instead of 3. So I had approximately a half hour. I wasn't worried for me but I was worried for Charlie (who just got there at 1230), and Laura (who I know was not ready enough to have people come through yet). But there wasn't anything I could do.
CJ would come and sit with me and let me talk about it. Even if I only wanted to say a little. And we got set up for the 4 rotations we would do. And when they came I think my little speech went well and they all got to work on their name tags and while we had some issues with paint not drying as fast as I hoped because it was so muggy, once we just switched to the posca paint markers we had much better luck. And they really did a good job.
We had some laughs and I heard some new gossip. There was some interesting discussion. I had some music playing and got some compliments about how nice it was so that lifted my spirits. And being told my speech was good and that everyone loves me and that was nice to hear. It didn't fully pull me from my sadness but it helped.
I was mostly teetering on almost anger I think. I was for sure a little snippy when I walked to nature to set up the filter for the tank and the door was locked and no one would answer me about if they could see Laura because she wasn't answering me either. So I was a little annoyed.
I would go down to sit with Charlie while he stripped a big stick for the tripod stove he's making. I would traipse around the woods with him finding sticks and pointing out fungus and mushrooms. And that helped me feel a lot better. It wasn't perfect. But having the fire going and being so far removed from everything made me feel less loud inside. Everything felt quieter.
Blanche, Greta, and Remy all joined us after going and checking to see if Laura was in nature yet. She was! So I went over there while they started helping Charlie move the old wood from the hutch the fell over.
I would get the filter going and help Laura move a shelf. I pet a snake. And Laura gave me a hug when I told her I was having a tough time. It helped a little. But I really just wanted to go home.
I would go back to homestead and help move the rest of the wood that we could move. Had some laughs about Boss Baby Blanche. And slugs. And it made me feel a little lighter even if the phrase was still repeating in my head. The girls left, and I told Charlie I would see him tomorrow. And I went back to my building.
I quickly grabbed my bag. Turned off the light and shut the door. When I got to the car I decided to go back and change my shoes and then I went home.
I listened to some music that makes me feel emotional, hoping for catharsis, but it didn't come. I was just. Tired. And my throat hurt. And I wanted to be home.
I heard James when I got out of the car, exclamation that I was home. And that made me smile.
And both James and sweetp seemed so happy to see me. And I was happy to see them both. James was making Indian food. And I went to play Stardew, where I got a perfect farm trophy! And we had dinner. And soon James was recording their podcast and I watched tiktoks in bed and just ceased to be a person.
I got a shower. And felt alright. I don't know what I want to wear tomorrow. But it's okay. It is the last day of training. It is going to be a lot I'm sure.
So wish us luck. Be kind to each other. Reach out to people more. Let them know you care about them. Even if it feel embarrassing or weird.
Good night everyone
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history has it eyes on you [jennifer jareau]
jennifer jareau x fem reader
requested by anon: Love your JJ fics ❤️❤️ I was hoping could you do another one where the reader is somewhat new to the BAU and is either dating or has a thing with JJ. But the reader is known for doing these heroic and kinda reckless acts that ends up saving the victims. And while everyone in the bureau thinks that she's an absolute badass and incredible at her job JJ can't help but love and hate it. She loves it as she's amazing at her job and always ends up saving them but she hates how she always seems to be in the line of fire and in danger. After one too many close calls JJ kinda loses it on the reader.
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You were nineteen when you joined the academy. However, once you got the job you were longing for you were still a bright young prospect at twenty two. The youngest on the team, even younger than boy genius. 
You always had dreams of dying like a martyr. The bravest thing you thought that anyone could do was sacrifice themself for the ones they love the most. Sure, that’s not the healthiest thing in the entire world, but it was everything to you. 
“Have you guys heard that we’re getting a new member?” Garcia asked as her, Prentiss, and JJ walked into the bureau with their coffees in hand.
Prentiss nodded, “Heard they were a part of the Navy Seals for awhile. They were known as the youngest on that squad and they’re even younger than Reid,” 
“Really?” JJ asked, slightly shocked that someone is younger than Reid. 
Hotch walked out of his office as the rest of the team gathered by their desks, you walked right behind him, his taller figuring covering you from the view of the rest of the team.
Hotch cleared his throat before looking at all of them, “I’d like to formally introduce you guys to the newest member of the team, Agent Y/N Y/L/N,” 
You emerged from behind Hotch and you gave all of them an awkward wave. Until your eyes fell onto a pair of familiar blue ones. Her face was calm and collected, but you could tell by her eyes that she was internally freaking out.
You tried to fight off a smile that was forming on your face at the sight of your old flame back in the days of Afghanistan. But by the look on her face, you knew no one else really knew of her Afghanistan days.
Afghanistan wasn’t all bad. Sure you were put there to try and take down Bin Laden, but the city that was surrounded by war was absolutely beautiful. All of the architecture and the culture, even the people. 
This was one of the days where you completely forgot that you were in the middle of a war. JJ was standing on the balcony in the city of Kabul, the capitol of Afghanistan. The sun was setting behind her as you handed her a glass of wine.
It’s illegal to drink there, but as long as no one saw you called it a win. You stood behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist. You hooked your chin onto her shoulder as you kissed her rosy cheeks. 
“This is nice,” she mumbled and you hummed in response.
“I agree. You make this whole mission so much more bearable,” you whispered.
Penelope ran over to you and gave you a big hug, “Hi! I’m Penelope Garcia, the best tech out there!” 
You laughed softly, hugging her back, “Hi!” 
Once you pulled away, you were introduced one by one to each of the team members. Until you eventually were stopped at the beautiful blonde you’ve known worlds ago. 
You extended your hand out to her, meeting her bright blue eyes. You raised your eyebrows up at her, “Y/N Y/L/N,” you formally introduced.
She hesitated before grabbing your hand, the familiar spark electrocuting your body and you could tell that she felt it too, “Jennifer Jareau,”
“I like your eyes, they’re very blue, did you know that?” you told her, recalling your first ever conversation.
JJ just gave a tight lipped smile before nodding, “Yeah, well, I kind of had them my whole life so I think I know that they’re blue,” 
“Right,” 
You were suited up in your gear as your commander walked you over to the representative from the state department. You climbed high in the rankings with all of your hard work and selflessness, you became a lieutenant commander. 
“Lieutenant commander Y/L/N, this is our state department liaison Jennifer Jareau. She will be helping assist us in communication with some of the hostages,” your commander introduced the two of you and you nodded.
You stuck out your hand and smiled at her softly, “Y/N Y/L/N,” 
She grabbed your hand, smiling back, “Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ for short,” 
“Well JJ, I like your eyes. They’re very blue, did you know that?” you asked, awkwardly. You mentally face palmed yourself, realizing that you were getting nervous around the beautiful blonde.
JJ laughed at your awkwardness before nodding, “Yeah, well, I kind of had them my whole life so I think I know that they’re blue,” 
“Right,” you drew out, mentally face palming yourself harder than before. 
You let out a soft chuckle before finally dropping her hand. You knew in a room full of profilers that they would notice if a friendly handshake lasted too long, no matter how hard you didn’t want to lose her touch. 
That was the only interaction the two of you had the entire case. Most of the time you were partnered up with Prentiss. She had more experience than JJ as a profiler since JJ was a liaison first. 
For your first case, you impressed them all with how selfless you were. You would push yourself in front of the rest of the team when confronting an unsub. You would always be the one talking them down as their gun was pointed right at you. 
“Jimmy Barnes, put the gun down,” you ordered, as he held the girl by gun point, “I said, put it down!” 
He shook his head, “No! She needs to die! I need to finish what I started!” he yelled.
Jimmy Barnes, your first ever unsub was ironically going after girls who matched your description. He became so obsessed with a video game that he altered it with reality. The villain in the game looking surprisingly like you.
“Then kill me instead, you’ll win the game if you let her go and kill me,” you offered.
You could feel JJ’s eyes on you and the rest of the team gave you a quick glance before going to look back at Jimmy. For a split second you weren’t sure, what he was gonna do until he eventually threw the hostage towards Rossi, before grabbing you in the process.
He thought he had a good grip on you, but you were a Navy Seal, you know how to get out of a hold or two. Before he could pull the trigger, you elbowed his groin and threw him onto the floor. 
Jimmy landed on his stomach with a hard thump, you straddled his back before  putting him in handcuffs, “Jimmy Barnes, you are under arrest for the murders of Nicole Watkins, Macy Martin, and Leah Butler,” you told him, listing all of his rights. 
Once you got back on the jet, your eyes drifted over to JJ who was staring out of the window. You just kept staring, trying to profile her from afar. You noticed that there was no ring on her finger yet, so that was a plus. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t dating anyone.
Morgan snapped you out of your trance, “That was a brave thing you did out there. He could’ve easily just shot you dead before you could even make a move,” 
“Yeah, but it saved the girl didn’t it?” you fired back and from the corner of your eye you could see JJ let out a sigh, shaking her head. 
“It did, you’re gonna be a great part of this team!” Morgan patted your shoulder before taking a seat next to Reid. 
You took this as an opportunity to get some shut eye on the flight back to Quantico. And your slumber seemed to drift back to you and JJ. 
The two of you were tangled in the sheets of the hard mattress. The hot air of Afghanistan causing your already sweating bodies to become more sticky. JJ was playing with your hair as her head rested on your chest. 
“This is very unprofessional,” she whispered.
You chuckled softly before nodding, “Well no one has to know what we do,” you whispered back, “But if anyone were to walk into my tent they’d see your clothes all over the floor,” 
She lifted her head slightly before seeing your clothes scattered all over it. She let out a content sight before putting her head back down.
“If I'm being honest, I don’t think I’d care,” she said, kissing your jawline. 
You exaggerated a gasp, “Did the Jennifer Jareau just say she wouldn’t care if someone caught us breaking the rules?!” 
“I wouldn’t care because I’m in love with you,” 
Your ears perked up at those five words, “I’m in love with you too,” you whispered, leaning down to attach your lips together.
The more you went on cases with the team, the more reckless (well you’d like to call it heroic) you’ve become. You would run into a hostage situation with an aggressive unsub without a bulletproof vest or weapon. 
You thought that you would get a talking to from Hotch about being so reckless, but he never did. The others rarely thought anything of it and just thought you were an absolute badass. Well, everyone but JJ, you could tell your need to constantly be the hero was getting under her skin a little. 
You just didn’t think she’d care anymore. She barely interacted with you and when you did they were short professional conversations. Even when you went out with the team, she wouldn’t interact with you.
“So, what’s going on with JJ?” Morgan asked you as you and the team were flying out to Tacoma, Washington. 
You furrowed your eyebrows, “Nothing,” 
He hummed, “Well you’re staring at JJ like you’re in a romcom and just lost the love of your life. So what’s going on? You know you can talk to me,” 
Morgan had become like an older brother figure to you. He was the closest person to you on the team and you knew he could trust him with anything.
“Well, JJ and I knew each other awhile ago. We had a thing and it was really good, but you know, nothing lasts forever,” you confined in him and he nodded.
“That’s why she’s avoiding you like the plague?” he asked.
You shrugged, “I don’t know. It was a long time ago and she broke things off with me. So, I don’t understand why she’s avoiding me. If anything it should be the other way around,” 
“I would just try to talk to her. Obviously, something’s still bugging her if she’s avoiding you this much. Just talk to her,” he suggested and you nodded. 
You wanted to talk to JJ the entire case, but the unsub shortened his kill time and struck back to back. So, you were working twice as hard and twice as fast to stop them. 
And when you did find them let’s just say, you had to act quick. The unsub set his own house on fire with him and the hostage family inside of it. Hotch had called the fire department, but they wouldn’t get there for another ten minutes.
There was no way that the family would survive that. The smoke inhalation. The fire spreading quickly. Before any of the team could even react, you were off and running in to a burning building. 
“Y/N!” you heard JJ shout, but it was too late you were already in the building. 
The unsub was standing there with a sinister smirk on your face and just as he was about to attack you, you sent a bullet through his shoulder. He fell onto the floor in pain. 
The family of three were coughing up a storm. You could feel the smoke already start to fill your lungs. You gestured for the family to start running out of the house. 
“My daughter is stuck under there! You need to get her out of here!” the father yelled and you nodded.
“I’ll save her, you guys need to leave now!” you screamed. 
“I’m not leaving-” the mom begins to protest, but you cut her off.
“I promise I’ll get her out of here, but if you don’t leave she’s not going to have anyone there to take care of her!” you exclaimed. Without another word they run out of the building. You looked at the little girl who was stuck behind a piece of broken ceiling. 
You smiled at the girl who just seemed numb and you grabbed her arm, “Hi kiddo,” you finally got out between coughs, “My name’s Y/N and I’m here to save you okay? You’re safe now. No one can hurt you. Do you mind if I touch you and help you out?” 
She nodded without another word. You started coughing uncontrollably before you finally held her in your arms. 
JJ was pacing back and forth from outside. Her thoughts spinning as she just watched you run into a burning building. Two figures started rushing out of the building. JJ and Morgan ran towards the couple, leading them towards the ambulance.
“Where’s the agent who went in to help you?” JJ asked, frantically. 
“She’s still in there. She’s helping our daughter, she was stuck. She promised that she’d save her,” the mother told JJ.
Right as she finished her sentence, there was huge crash. Everyone’s head turned back to the house to see the roof caved in and the building was falling apart. 
“Y/N,” JJ whispered before raising her voice, screaming out your name uncontrollably, “Y/N!”
Her mind flashed back to Afghanistan, when the good thing the two of you had going turned sour. 
It was dark out and you, JJ, and some of trying to search an abandoned compound that you assumed the Talibans were using to help create bombs. You sensed a slight tension against your shin. 
It felt like what would happen if you rubbed your shin against a bush. But there was no shrubbery around the group, only grass and dirt. At the same time there was a pinning noise and that was the only thing you could hear. 
You had walked into a tripwire, looking down you saw the primed grenade, “Grenade! Take cover!” you yelled to the rest of your team.
You don’t know why you did what you did. Maybe it was because you felt responsible for what was about to happen. You pushed JJ towards the rest of the group as one of your fellow soldiers pulled her behind the concrete building.
You threw off your backpack and jammed it into the grenade, before lying next to it in fetal position to block the explosion from expanding towards them. You were just counting down, waiting for the consequences. 
5, 4, 3, 2,1, you counted and your whole body relaxed as the thought that maybe the bomb was a dud crossed your mind. But just as you relaxed it blew up in front of you. 
“Y/N!” JJ screamed. 
The orange sparks and the smoke cleared, but you knew you were still alive. You were so disoriented, so disoriented to the point where you didn’t even notice that you were blasted so much further away from where you originally laid. 
JJ and the patrol medic ran over to you. She put her hands on my face and noticed how disoriented you were. JJ noticed the blood pouring down your nose and ears. 
“Y/N, I need you to stay with me,” JJ told you, drawing figures on your bloody cheeks, “The doctor’s checking you out, I need you to stay awake, okay? Please, for me,” her voice cracked. 
No matter how hard you tried, your eyes just seemed to shut and you couldn’t open them again.
“No!” JJ screamed as she continued to watch the house burn down in flames. 
Tears were flowing down her cheeks. The trauma of Afghanistan and the thought of losing you flooded her mind. She always wondered why her relationships with people after you never worked. 
She made excuses for herself. The idea that her job as a profiler took up too much of her time. Or the guys or girls she dated were just bad seeds. But that wasn’t the idea. It was the idea that she was still so in love with you, maybe even waiting for the day she’ll get you back. 
JJ looked around the rest of your team. Reid was trying his best to fight off tears, but you could hear him sniffling. He always thought of you as one of his best friends. You related to him more than anyone because of how young you were. 
Morgan and Prentiss stood up tall and were staying strong. But JJ could tell from a mile away that it was getting harder every second that was going by. Prentiss thought of you as a little prodigy, you reminded her of a young Prentiss, and all she wanted to do was protect you even though she knew you didn’t need it. 
Then there was Hotch who stood there emotionless, but he was just trying to actually stay strong for the team. Hotch knew that you were the reckless type, it didn’t take a profiler to notice that. 
The last thing he said to you before he introduced you to the team was, “I see that you want to fight, you’ve got this hunger. I was just like you when I was younger, head full of fantasies of dying like a martyr. Just remember, dying is easy, living is harder.” 
But then they saw a figure emerge from the smoke. The little girl you were carrying was unconscious in your arms. You were coughing up a storm as you crashed onto the lawn. 
The team and paramedics ran towards you. JJ cupped your cheeks as your eyes fluttered open and closed. The smoke that was filling your lungs, making it hard to breathe. The paramedics through an oxygen mask on your face as they tried to help you breathe.
You pulled it off really quick, “Y/N! Put the oxygen mask back on!” JJ scolded you.
You were coughing up a storm as you finally got out what you said between your coughs, “I’m still in love with you,” you told her.
She was about to respond when you started seizing on the ground. Hotch pushed the team out of the way so the paramedics could do their job.
JJ’s mine still drifted back to Afghanistan as she watched them drag you to the hospital. It reminded her of when they brought you back to the med camp after the explosion. The fear settling into her bones that she might not ever see you again.
When you were finally more stable to understand what was going on around you, you were in the med tent of the camp. JJ was sitting next to you with her hands intertwined with yours.
You moved slightly and her head shot up to look at you, “How bad is it?” 
“Your eardrums are perforated, but there’s suspected to be no lasting damage.Your backpack and body armor absorbed most of the damage. You know the doctors say you’re lucky, but I just say you’re stupid,” she told you and you looked at her with furrow brows. 
“That was a little harsh,” you muttered.
She rolled her eyes, “What you did was stupid! It was stupid and reckless! I almost lost you today because of how stupid you were being!” 
“It was heroic!” you screamed. It didn't matter to you that your head was still pounding and your ears were ringing from the explosion, but you were being attacked after you just woke up.
“You don’t see the point! I almost lost you! There are people who care about you! I care about you and if I lost you today I don’t know what I would’ve done!” she screamed, “So I need you to promise me that this isn’t going to happen again. That you’ll start being more careful and thinking more without doing,” 
You sat there in silence unsure of what to say, “I can’t promise that,” you whispered after so many minutes. 
She bit her lip, removing her hand from yours. JJ stood up and started packing up the things that she had in the tent, “Then I can’t do this. If you’re not going to even respect a simple decision as to being less reckless for your own safety, then I can’t do this. I don’t think that what I’m asking is too hard, but I guess it is,” 
“JJ,” you whispered, but it was too late she was already gone.
She didn't come to visit you after that. As you sat there in your own silence, you realized that you made a mistake. You wanted to talk to her, but every time you asked someone to grab her she would always be busy or she’d just never come. 
Once you were finally well enough to be discharged from med tent and back to your own, it was too late. There was a little note left on the hard mattress the two of you once shared.
“Y/N, I’ve decided to leave. Another state department liaison is coming to replace me. I just can’t stay and watch you throw your life on the line anymore. Maybe in another world, but just not this one- JJ,” the note read and you let out a groan of frustration before falling onto the mattress.
You woke up from your seizure to see JJ sitting the corner of the room. She was curled up in the faux leather seat as she was sleeping peacefully. Your mouth felt dry as you reached over to grab the water that sat on the bedside table. 
All your stirring around caused JJ to wake up, her head shooting over to you to make sure you were okay. You looked at her softly and smiled, “How’s the little girl?”
“Safe and recovering,” she answered shortly.
“Where’s everyone else?” you asked.
“They’re in the waiting room. I tried to get them to go home, but they insisted on staying,” she mentioned and you smiled softly.
You could tell she was holding back from what she was going to say, so you let out a sigh, “Whatever you’re holding back, just get it out,” 
“That was stupid of you,” she said sternly, reminding you of your very last conversation before you met her again, “You almost died again! And I had to be there to witness it again!”
“I saved a family’s life today,” you told her, your voice dry, but just as stern. 
“But at what cost? Risking your own?!” she exclaimed and you pinched the bridge of your nose, putting your head down, “It was stupid!”
“Can you stop saying that?! It was brave and heroic! Why can’t you just be accepting about it like everyone else?!” you yelled back.
“There it is again! With your heroic bullshit!” she threw her hands up in frustration, walking closer to your bed, “What’s the big deal about it?” 
“I need to be remembered! I need to have my name in books and you know sacrificing yourself and saving as many people as possible gets you there! My family’s legacy is shot, I need to make a legacy of mine and if this is the way to do it then so be it! I need to be a hero, so I can be loved since my parents never did!” you finally exploded, telling her all the reasons why you are the way you are.
“You don’t need to sacrifice yourself to be loved!” she argued.
You scoffed, “Well, apparently I do since the only time you’ve seemed to want to talk to me since I’ve joined the team is when I’m recovering from almost dying. I don’t understand why you’re so angry at me right now, you broke up with me. You left me to recover from the bomb on my own! So tell me, why do you even care?!” 
“Because I’m still in love with you!” she finally screamed and your eyes softened.
“You don’t need to sacrifice yourself to be a hero or loved because in my eyes you’re already a hero. I care because the thought of living the rest of my life without you kills me. Living my life without you the last few years was the time I felt numb. Then you came back and I wanted to give us a shot again, but I was scared,” she whispered.
“Scared about what?” you asked.
“You were still as reckless as ever. You are still so obsessed with getting your name in the history books that you don’t care who you hurt in the process. I was scared that if I got too attached that one day you’d just die,” she told you, “At least with breaking up with you, I knew you were still alive and I didn’t lose you forever,”
There was a moment of silence before she spoke up again, “You don’t understand that you risking your life out like that hurts the people who love and care about. You don’t need to have millions of people know your name, all you need are the ones who matter most to you and you don’t understand that. I love how protective and heroic you are, but I hate it more. The hate overcomes the love,” 
You reached your hand out for her to come closer. You intertwined your fingers together before placing a kiss to the top of her hand. She had tears threatening to pour down her face.
You brushed a strand of her blonde hair from behind her ear before you cupped her cheeks softly, “I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I didn’t know how badly my acts affected you. I wish that we talked about this when I was still stationed, maybe I could’ve knocked some sense into myself and we’d still be together,”
“But I’d really like a second chance JJ,” you whispered shyly, the fear of rejection overtaking your promise, “I’ll make that promise I should’ve made ages ago. Be less reckless, be a hero in smaller less dramatic ways. But I also understand if you don’t, I know I’m fucked in the head,” 
JJ leaned her forehead on top of yours before kissing you softly, “One more chance,” she whispered, “No more bombs, or gunmen, or fires,”
You kissed her once more, “I just hope I can be the hero that you deserve, the right kind of hero,” 
“There’s no doubt in my mind that you won’t be,” 
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