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urgonnaneedabiggership · 11 months

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And All The Fears You Hold So Dear

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara (Spiderman: Across The Spiderverse) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language. Angst. Unplanned Pregnancy. Mild violence. Also there's like a smidge of nsfw talk there but thought I'd let you know beforehand just in case.

Word count: 4.3K

A/N: Part Three and Final Installment of something that started as a one-shot and somehow escalated into this¿¿

I just want to thank you for all your very kind comments and let you know that I got a couple requests that I'll be working on, so this might not be the last you see of me. Ily <3

also i cried so much writing this now you have to suffer like i did. xo

Right after the tears finally stopped coming, the emotional exhaustion translated into an intense weariness that made you collapse on the sofa. That hour spent out of consciousness was a blissful interlude in the pain that had your chest hurting and leaving you unable to breathe. You’d once read somewhere that there was something called “phantom limb syndrome” in which people could feel pain in an amputated hand, arm, or leg. When you woke up, you looked out at the now dark sky and thought of giving Miguel a call to tell him about what an awful day you were having until the memories came back like a harrowing tsunami that had you tearing up when you wondered for how long you’d have to keep reminding yourself that he wasn’t there anymore. This time, however, you became angry. And oddly self-assured.

You didn’t need him. You’d given him a choice, and if a sad, pitiful, lonely life was what he wanted, then good riddance. His loss.

You could do this. Jessica’s pregnancy hadn’t stopped her after all. Sure, it would be challenging but there were mothers out there who took care of one or more children and balanced several jobs didn’t they? So what if you moonlighted as a vigilante whose life was on the line every day? What if you’d have to spend the rest of your life protecting him or her from the bunch of fairly dangerous enemies you’d made in the past months?

Or maybe you didn’t have to.

Your eyes wandered off to your suit which you’d mindlessly thrown on the floor the second you’d arrived home, scrutinizing the details and the care that you’d put into creating it. You wondered what it would look like inside a box, hidden in the back of the closet for years, or until your kid stumbled upon it and asked about mommy’s dutifully hidden past.

An obnoxious beeping sound coming from between the cushions snapped you out of your fantasy as you fished your watch. You hadn’t even realized you’d taken it with you and now it was issuing a warning concerning an anomaly with an amazing timing that had decided to pop into your dimension.

Placing a hand on your stomach, you looked out of the window and doubtfully pressed your lips together.

“Shit. Please, let it be a Vulture that’s literally a vulture, please,” you pleaded with whatever deity chose to listen to you as you picked up your suit and rushed to the bathroom, mindlessly throwing the test into the trash can before pulling the mask over your head.

Unfortunately, you didn’t arrive at the location to find a confused scavenging bird flapping around. You weren’t even sure of what you’d been sent to capture. At the scene, several police cars had formed a barricade outside of an empty warehouse and seemed to be lying in wait, aiming at the door with their guns. Good. That meant you could get in there and set things straight with the unwanted visitor before anybody got hurt.

You stealthily made your way from a nearby ledge to the roof, finding your way in through a broken skylight and landing on top of a pile of metallic crates solid enough to hold your weight but making your entrance noisier than you would’ve liked.

Whatever you were looking for, it was nowhere to be seen. The warehouse was in such darkness that, if it wasn’t for the night-vision lenses Miguel had fitted into your mask, you wouldn’t be able to see further than your own nose. They had come in pretty handy, and you couldn’t believe you’d been so opposed to getting them.

“(Y/N) it’s just one small modification, give me one reason not to.”

“Because you’ve already done too much!”

“Oh come on, it will take me what? Twenty minutes?”

“No, I don’t mean it like that. I mean you’ve done too much to my suit, Miguel. First, the emergency parachute, next the spine and nape reinforcements, then you literally said ‘You know what? How about we just redo the whole thing with fireproof fabric?’ and now another modification?”

“He added memory foam insoles too, said you wouldn’t notice, I’m with you on this one” Lyla chimed in.

You pressed your lips together to fight back a satisfied smile while Miguel glared daggers at the AI assistant, who refused to back down.

“She still remembers please and thank you, alright?”

“Lyla, will you please go check if there’s a faulty connection or a leaky pipe somewhere? Thank you.”

After throwing a sickly sweet smile his way, she vanished.

“Alright then,” Miguel continued arguing, “I’m sorry for offering to install state-of-the-art, potentially lifesaving enhancements to your suit. What was I thinking, not wanting my girlfriend to die?”

He lifted his hands in defeat and retreated to the other side of the room, minimizing the digital blueprints of the new glasses.

“And for the record,” He continued, “I didn’t do all the work for your new suit, you designed it, remember? I had no idea of what a ‘basque waistline’ was,”

When he finished talking, he was surprised to hear absolutely nothing coming from your side. Furrowing his eyebrows, he turned to see you still leaning against the metallic table on top of which your suit rested. You were staring at him with a surprised expression that only baffled him further when he noticed the bright blush spreading around your cheeks and down to your neck. Then it dawned on him.

“Oh shit, I’ve never called you that before, have I?”

“No, you haven’t,”

Of course, that small window of vulnerability was all he needed.

“Please let me put the lenses on your suit?”

What he didn’t know was that you can see both ways through a window. When he earnestly pleaded with you to let him install the stupid attachment, his true motives were as clear as if you’d heard them straight from his mouth.

Last time I wasn’t careful enough. I didn’t plan ahead. If something happens to you and I have the slightest notion that I didn’t do absolutely everything in my power to keep you safe…please. Do this for me, would you? For my own, selfish peace of mind?

And he’d been right. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw something dart from behind one container to the next one.

“I see you,” You announced, rolling your shoulders as your Spider-Sense began acting up, “Listen, you’re probably feeling confused right now and if you come out we could…”

You couldn’t even finish the sentence as something heavy and cold tackled you onto the ground. Instinctively, you rolled over just in time for something sharp the size of a harpoon to stab the ground next to your head strong enough to pierce the concrete. Without wasting one more second, you jumped on top of a container to take a better look at whatever the hell that was just to find that same spot completely empty. Whatever it was, it was fast. Wincing at the sharp pain in your shoulder, you reminded yourself you had to be more careful and avoid taking strong hits like that.

However, you couldn’t afford to be distracted right now. And, as if to affirm that thought as quickly as it came, your sense warned you of something coming at you from behind. Before it could take you by surprise again, you swiftly moved out of the way and shot webs twice to try and pin it down so you could at least take a good look at what you were up against.

“What in the…?” You gasped as you stared at what you’d captured. Before you, a 20-foot-long pale yellow scorpion furiously trashed about as it tried to free itself from your webs. Not even five seconds after you spotted it, the critter broke free of its restraints and disappeared behind another container. Well, reasoning and trying to bring him in peacefully wasn’t going to work with this one. For now, you knew that it was going to try and keep attacking you, so the best you could do for now was to keep an eye on him before he could plunge that hideous stinger through your forehead. Especially since the little shit was remarkably fast. What was that thing Miguel always told you to do?

“No, remember. You’ve got to think further, think two steps ahead,”

“You know, Miguel, repeating that a million times isn’t going to suddenly give me the ability to see ten seconds into the future,” you muttered, taking the hand he reached out to help you get up. With a wince, you placed a hand on your shoulder and rolled it until it popped.

“It’s not about seeing into the future, (Y/N), it’s about finding unprotected spots and patterns,”

“How come outside I’m love, gorgeous or mi chiquita preciosa de ojitos bonitos, but the minute we’re in here I’m back to being (Y/N),”

“First of all, that last one never happened, we agreed on it, I was in…a vulnerable…”

“You were drunk, you can say it, I won’t tell,”

He glared at you in a way you knew meant ‘won’t you?’. Hopefully, he’d never find out you’d told Peter every last detail of his drunken silliness as soon as you had the chance.

“Second of all, here you’re just like anybody else. You mean nothing to me and I mean nothing to you because that’s how the attackers are going to see you, as an obstacle to get out of the way. Now focus. I’m going to attack you again,”

While knowing beforehand he was going to come at you gave you some advantage, you managed to block the blow he launched at your head. Before he could try again, you noticed his next attempt at an attack was leaving his legs completely exposed. Then, you did what Jess had taught you to do whenever you faced somebody taller than you: go for the knees. You crouched and, with a classic foot sweep, managed to make him lose his balance just enough for you to hook your legs on either side of his and take him down.

You were so tired you couldn’t even gloat properly, instead settling for smiling to yourself and releasing a short, triumphant, ‘ha!’ with your last breath before crawling over to him and sitting next to his lying body.

“You know, if I’m supposed to think two movements ahead,” You say, a beckoning look in your eyes, “I think it’s safe to predict you’re going tell me that there’s nothing more you can teach me, and then carry me to your quarters to do absolutely unspeakable things to me,”

Honestly, it had been stupid of you to think he would give up that easily. Not even two seconds later, it was your back that was pressed against the floor as his large frame covered you, and his hand held your wrists on top of your head. Then he leaned in, painfully slowly, until he was close enough for you to feel the heat that radiated from his skin, a low chuckle left his throat.

“Chula, you don’t know half of all the things I can teach you. But this isn’t the place for most of them. Let’s get moving.”

Thankfully, you forced your brain to focus on the matter at hand before it could replay the entire memory.

Two steps ahead (Y/N), come on.

That thing always attacked with the stinger first. Then it would probably try to immobilize you with its pincers. Quickly tracing a plan inside your head, you started to roam the dark warehouse looking for the missing critter, your spider-sense as sharp as ever as you looked behind every crate and container only to find nothing. Maybe it had left the building without you noticing? Outside, the police still remained alert and in wait. There was no way it could have left without being seen.

Fine. If you couldn’t find him, then he could come and find you. Making your way to the center of the empty space, you remained perfectly still and waited for your sense to tell you where the beast was coming from. The wait was short-lived as you felt a sharp wave of shivers running down your right arm, your entire body shifting to face that side just in time to shoot enough web to completely wrap the entire stinger and leave enough web for you to jump and throw over a beam, leaving the scorpion hanging upside down while aggressively pinching the air around him with its pincers. Unwilling to take any risks, you covered them as well. You had to stand there and catch your breath for a few seconds before looking over to your watch to report you’d successfully captured the anomaly. Only then you had the chance to see that you had several missing calls from Peter.

“(Y/N)?” Peter asked when the call went in almost immediately, “Where have you been? I tried calling but you didn’t answer,”

“Yeah, sorry for going AWOL. I’ve been…busy. I caught something back here. I just reported it,” Behind you, you could hear the scorpion still struggling to free itself, “It’s an ugly one, Mayday’s going to love it.”

“(Y/N), listen, I think you should come back here. You and Miguel should try to talk…”

“P.B., I love you but I really don’t want to talk about that right now. Okay? How about you come over here and help me drag this feisty little shit back to the HQ so we can send it home? You won’t believe it; it has to weigh at least…”

When you turned around to proudly stare at your prisoner, you were met with nothing but a lone stinger, eerily dangling from the ceiling. Your proud smile faded as quickly as it had arrived. Before you could open your eyes to say anything else, you found yourself trapped between two cold surfaces that painfully squeezed all the air out of your lungs as you let out a painful yell. You desperately grabbed each side of the pincer, trying to pry them open to release yourself to no avail. With your brain already starting to run low on oxygen, your strength began to fade. You heard Peter questioningly say your name from the device still attached to your wrist, but he sounded as if you’d been submerged underwater. And his voice sounded as if it was further, and further away. You were falling into a deep and dark lake, air deprived and without enough strength to swim to the surface. So you let yourself sink further, close your eyes and let darkness engulf you as you keep going down.

You’d wondered once or twice what would come after life. Since there was no way for you to be certain about anything, you decided to believe what sounded the most comforting. You would wake up in a beautiful place, full of light, that smelled like freshly baked cookies all the time because you would be sitting at a kitchen table with all the people that you lost along the way, and it was time for all of you to have cookies with whatever you wanted to drink, maybe you just hung out in silence, or you would discuss all the wisdom that the act of passing away seemed to come with…the point was that in no scenario did heaven smell like antiseptic.

This discrepancy was what made you start slowly blinking as you furrowed your eyebrows, the intense white light surrounding you making your head spin. Eventually, you were able to discern some shadows that slowly morphed into a familiar face.

“Hey, welcome back,” Jessica gently greeted you from a chair in the corner of the room. The hospital room. Like they’d done hours before when you woke up from your nap, a new wave of unpleasant memories came crashing down once more as you tried to sit up with a worried expression.

“Is…are we both okay?” It wasn’t until you tried to ask that you noticed a certain reluctance at saying the word.

“Yes, don’t worry,” Jess immediately assured you. Then why did she look so troubled?

“Why didn’t you say anything?” She asked, rolling her chair closer and grabbing your hand gently, “Honey, of all people you know I would’ve understood,”

“Jess, I’m so scared,” Was all you came up with before shutting your eyes and clamping your lips together to keep the sobs inside, tears already beginning to fall from your cheeks, “This wasn’t supposed to happen, I don’t know how I’m going to handle this, how am I supposed to do this if I can’t even take down a lousy scorpion without getting myself killed?”

With a reassuring smile, the woman tried to hug you as much as her pregnancy allowed her, comfortingly running one hand down your hair and rubbing your back with the other.

“See? You’re great at this already and your kid isn’t even here,” You sobbed against her shoulder, too exhausted to return the embrace.

“What makes you think you won’t be?” She asked, pulling away to give you some space and much-needed room to breathe.

And you knew the exact reason. It came to you so fast and with such clarity that it scared you. But maybe she would understand that too. However, right as you opened your mouth to speak, a soft click coming from the door interrupted you right before it opened, leaving you completely exposed to the thorough, scrutinizing look of the man that hours ago you thought you’d never lay eyes on again.

You turned at Jess, hoping she’d create an excuse for him to leave you alone. You weren’t done talking to her. You desperately wanted her to stay. However, she’d already turned to look at him and left her chair.

“I’ll give you a moment,” She said and, after gently caressing your shoulder one last time, left the room.

And then there were two.

For the life of you, you couldn’t think of one single thing to say, much less anticipate what his next move would be. Yet, your eyes never left his. Your jaw hurt from how hard you had to clench it to keep yourself from bursting into tears again. Fuck, could the hormones be acting up already? Right when you were starting to wonder if, should neither of you say something, you would just stay there in this staring contest until the end of time, Miguel spoke.

“How long have you known?”

“A day. Or so.” You blurted out so quickly that he wasn’t done speaking when you replied. It wasn’t until his eyes left yours and wandered down that you realized you’d been clutching your pale blue gown the entire time. As you slowly let go of it, you realized your hands were shaking.

“And you didn’t say anything?” He asked again, his voice turning one octave higher right in the middle of the question.

“Well, I found out not so long ago, and immediately after I was called here to help so I thought we had bigger problems and this could wait. But then you said we had been a mistake all along so I imagined I was on my own for this one. And I think that pretty much covers it.”

Silently, he took a seat on the chair next to the hospital bed.

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” He replied, not looking at you but at an empty spot on the wall, “Back there, when I realized you were gone something didn’t make sense. You’ve pushed back much harder for less important things and now you just turned around and left? And with this, it makes even less sense. Even out of spite, you would’ve told me before leaving.”

You hated how well he knew you, and how right he was. And how what he said didn’t make you angry, but instead make you confront the harrowing confession you’d left unfinished before he walked in.

“What if you were right?” You asked taking a deep, shaky breath, “I didn’t intend for this to happen, you know? It just did. What we had was manageable because at least it was just between us, no third parties affected, if anything went wrong with the timeline and such we could call it off and that was that. But now there was something tangible real coming out of this and I panicked because what if it messed everything up? What if we’d made a mistake? But I just didn’t want to think about it until you sort of confirmed it,”

You weren’t going to cry. You refused to cry in front of him while having this conversation. You tried to focus on anything else to cope with his seemingly endless silence, anything but his slouching shape next to you. The soft fabric of your sheets, or the faint whirring of the monitor next to you displaying your vitals. Now you focused on your breaths. Long, deep breaths.

“So,” He finally spoke in a hoarse voice you were sure you’d never heard before, and you were so taken aback by it that you turned to look at him before you could stop yourself to find a strange, oddly endearing sight. He was crying. Well, maybe that was a bit of a stretch but there were definitely tears in his eyes and even if he was better at hiding it, you were sure he was struggling to keep them confined there as much as you were. Suddenly self-aware of the change in his voice, he cleared his throat before continuing.

“So, we’re having a baby?”

He sounded so expectant, and yet so afraid of the answer. He was absolutely terrified. You could see it in his eyes. This man, who faced life-risking challenges every day and had seen enough for several lifetimes, had never seemed so frightened. The thought, for some reason, made you laugh as you shuddered when you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Seems like it,” came the reply in such a croaky voice that it left you no choice but to laugh a little bit more.

This time he laughed too, although you could barely catch a glimpse of his smile before being engulfed in a hug that made you wish you weren’t in such a state so you could pull him as close to you as you really wanted. Instead, you settled for resting your forehead against his shoulder as he pulled away enough to plant several small and warm kisses on your temple.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered, “God, I swear I didn’t mean one single word. Whatever happens next, we’ll deal with it as it comes, I don’t care, right now all I know is none of this would’ve been worth it if it hadn’t brought me here to you,”

“Hey, don’t get sentimental on me, O’Hara,” you jokingly said, pulling away to be able to look into his eyes, “We’re going to be just fine,”

“I won’t if you keep doing stupid shit like this, (Y/N), ¿qué carajos te pasa? ‘we’re going to be just fine’ Claro, si por tu culpa no me da un infarto primero,“ He scolded you, leaving his seat, “You know you’re benched, right? You’re staying right here, where I can keep an eye on you and make sure you stay out of trouble,”

“What about my dimension? There are plenty of non-interdimensional criminals there desperate to be caught,” You complained.

“Well, I’m afraid the NYPD’s going to have to figure it out for themselves for the next few months. Might even teach them to appreciate you a little more.”

“And if there’s another anomaly?”

“Dios mío, mujer,” He impatiently argued back, “I’ll go then. Or we’ll send somebody else. You’re staying here. Period.”

“Fine,” You huffed, not pleased at all with the order despite knowing you’d been very lucky this time, “But just for three months,”

“Six,” He stubbornly insisted.

“Five, but Peter’s going to be the godfather and you have to tell him.”

A disgruntled sigh echoes throughout the room.

“Fine,”

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literaryavenger · 5 months

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Broken - part 3

Summary: You find Bucky having a panic attack and do your best to help him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Panic attack. Innocent and broken Bucky. I'd also like to say I never actually had a panic attack but did my best to write the whole process with the research I did. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.1K

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: I'll say it till the end of time: English isn't my first language and this is my first fanfic. I'm thinking of starting to write fanfics because I have so many different ideas and scenarios and I have NO idea where this one is going, so maybe let me know if you'd like to read more from me? Idk. If you find mistakes please feel free to point them out so I can correct them. I'd also love some feedback and constructive criticism Enjoy!

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As soon as you left the medbay, you immediately went to the floor where the guest rooms are, determined to check up on Bucky.

You find them all empty, so you decide to check around the tower in all the communal spaces: Living room, kitchen, training rooms, ecc.

Nothing.

At this point you're starting to wonder if he left the tower altogether. "Jarvis?" you decide to ask the AI.

"Yes, Miss Y/LN?" he answer.

"Do you happen to know where Bucky is?"

"He's locked himself in his room." Jarvis promptly answers, leaving you a little confused.

"But I checked the guest rooms, they were all empty."

"Mr Barnes has been assigned a permanent room, like every other Avenger."

"Oh." you say, a little surprised but happy about it "Could you tell me where it is?"

"It's on the 48th floor, room next to yours and in front of Mr. Wilson’s."

"Thank you, J." you say, making your way to the elevator.

"You're welcome, Miss." he says.

It made sense he would get assigned that room. It's one of the last ones left free as the team keeps growing, and it also happens to be the floor where Steve lives along with you and Sam.

You get to your floor and are thankful to see that it's empty, not wanting to confront anybody else today.

You make your way through the corridor and stop at the first bedroom on the left, Bucky's new room.

You gently knock on the door but don't get any type of answer, so you knock a little louder.

Again, nothing.

"Bucky, it's Y/N." you can't hear anything. "

I just wanted to make sure you were okay? Jarvis, are you sure he's in there?" you ask after not hearing a sound.

"Positive, miss Y/LN." you consider what to do for a few seconds.

He obviously doesn't want anyone's company. Or maybe he just doesn't want yours.

After all, you have known him less than a day, and he did left the medbay after you made eye contact and you saw him crying.

You hope he doesn't think you agree with what Tony said, even though you didn't even try to defend him after you learned about his past. But you were just shocked, whatever you expected, it definitely was not that.

Before you could decide to knock again or just leave him alone, you hear a very muffled sob coming from the other side of the door. As much as you do want to respect his privacy, you're getting a little worried.

You try opening the door but it's locked. "Jarvis, override lock on Bucky's room."

"Lock override successful." he says just as you hear the lock click.

You carefully open the door and look towards the bed, but see that it's empty.

You come in and close the door behind you, standing with your back against it and trying to adjust to the newfound darkness in the room without the light from the corridor.

You look around the room trying to locate Bucky when you hear another quiet sob coming from the furthest corner of the room.

You slowly make your way towards it and, as soon as you're close enough, you see Bucky curled up with his arms hugging his legs against his chest and his head buried in his legs.

"Bucky...?" you try to get his attention before getting any closer so as to not scare him, but you’re not sure if he can even hear you.

He's still visibly shaking like before and sobbing very quietly but uncontrollably. you get closer and kneel down right in front of him, gently putting a hand on his shoulder.

His head shoots up in surprise and the look on his face is that of pure fear as he moved back as close as he can against the wall and as far away from you as possible.

you feel bad for scaring him, and pull away a bit further from him, but still close enough so he can see who you are after the initial shock.

You can tell he recognizes you when his face and his shoulders drop some of the tension, although he makes no attempts to get closer to you.

You decide to try and get a little closer after a few moments, so you slowly get back to kneeling right in front of him while he watches your every move but doesn't try to get further away.

His eyes are wide open and his breathing is getting quicker by the second, tears still streaming down his face.

Then you realize he's having a panic attack.

You consider your options for a second. You've never had a panic attack yourself, but you know Tony gets them and, although you've happened to be there for a few of them over the years, you were never the one to calm him down. Getting him wasn't an option either, everything considered.

You could try to get Steve, he might know what to do if this has happened to Bucky before, but seeing Bucky's breathing get quicker and quicker you guess there's not enough time to get him here.

Then suddenly you remembered something helpful, thank fuck.

"Bucky, look at me." you order him quietly so as to not make him panic even more.

He meets your eyes, meaning you have his attention, but shows no signs of calming down.

"Tell me five things you can see." You simply tell him.

He's confused for a moment, but seeing the determined look on your face you guess he decides that he indeed heard correctly what you asked of him and starts looking around.

"I can see..." He starts but seems to have trouble finishing his sentence.

"It's okay, just try to take a deep breath and concentrate on the things around you." You tell him in the softest voice you can while trying not to panic yourself.

"I-I can see a lamp," he starts, looking around. "the door... a bed, a chair, and... a desk?" he finishes, a little unsure of what he's even doing.

"Good. Now, tell me four things you can touch." you tell him, still surprisingly calm.

"I can touch the carpet" he says, slowly touching the fluffy carpet under him. "The dresser, the wall..." he says, touching the dresser at his right and the wall at his left that he was basically hiding between.

"And... Um..." he looks like he has a little trouble coming up with a fourth thing, until he reaches for you, puts his right hand on your shoulder and says "And you."

You chuckle, which seems to calm him just the slightest bit and you keep going. "Alright, tell me three things you can hear."

He stays quiet for a few seconds, listening for sounds you imagine, and then says "I can hear the AC, the rain and the elevator being used."

He then looks at you waiting for the next thing, but you take a second to realize what he said and you're impressed.

You hadn't even realized it's raining and the elevator was all the way across the floor. The hearing on this man. With a small 'damn' that you’re now sure he can hear, you keep going.

"Tell me two things you can smell." you tell him.

You can see his nose scrunch a little, which you find adorable, and he says "I can smell jasmine." looking at the flower vase on his bedside table filled with jasmines, your favorite flowers that Tony tends to leave here and there just for your enjoyment.

"And… strawberries?" he says, a little confused with his answer.

You're confused too until you realize what he's probably smelling. "Oh, it's probably just my shampoo" you say with a chuckle.

He gives you a nod with a smile smile and you say "Now, last thing, tell me one thing you can taste."

He thinks about your words for a second, a look of concentration on his face, then he looks back at you and says, very quietly. "I can taste my tears."

you give him a sad smile and say "That's heartbreaking... But on the bright side, you're not panicking anymore."

He gives you a sad smile of his own, but seems to suddenly realize everything that just happened.

His face drops and he bows his head, refusing to look you in the eye, clearly very embarrassed that you saw him in the middle of a panic attack.

"Are you okay?" you ask him softly, tears still running down his face and his body still trembling a little but visibly more calm.

"I should be the one asking you that..." he answers, his voice a little hoarse from all the crying.

You can't help the smile that makes its way on your face at his concern.

"I'm fine, thanks to you. Are you okay, though?" you ask again.

"You shouldn't be here..." he says quietly.

He's still avoiding your question, so instead you ask "Why not?"

"I could hurt you..." he says in a small, sad voice that breaks your heart.

"Would you hurt me?" you ask.

He frowns and almost immediately says "of course not" still very quietly.

You give him a reassuring smile and say "Then I'm not worried." he finally looks up at you and gives you a small smile.

After a few minutes of silence, you feel the need to ask him. "Was that the first time that happened to you?"

He shakes his head and, when you don't say anything else and just look at him expectantly, he elaborates.

"I've had a few in the last three months, since... You know..." He says with a quiet voice and avoided your gaze. "It was the first time someone helped me though... Steve tried to, but they wouldn't let him..." he finishes.

You know by 'they' he means the guards at the Raft, so you don't ask any more questions about it, knowing he probably wants to forget about that place in the first place.

So instead you get up, look down at him and, extending your arm for him to take, you ask. "Why don't you get some sleep? You look exhausted."

He just nods, slowly taking your hand and getting up with absolutely no help from you. Being a big and strong dude of course he doesn't need it.

You walk to his bed and he sits down, you turn and are about to walk to the door when he stops you, his hand still in yours.

You turn back towards him and see him looking down, which makes you think that maybe you imagined him pulling on your hand?

But then you hear him, barely because of how low his voice is, asking "Can you stay?"

You aren't sure you heard right, so you ask him "You want me to stay with you?"

But he seemed to take that as you thinking he was crazy for even suggesting something like that because he very quickly drops your hand and says "You don't have to, you probably have enough of me after the panic attack, it's alright you can go." and just lays down on the bed, turning his back on you.

You stand there for a moment, thinking of what to do before you decide that not only is it clear that Bucky was desperately reaching out, not wanting to be alone, but you don't want to be alone either.

And, right now, it feels like Bucky is your only friend left in the tower. The only one you aren't pissed at, at least.

You move closer to his bed and quietly say "Bucky... I can stay, if you want me to."

He turns around to face you, a little shocked so you give him a smile to let him know you're serious.

He scoots over to make space for you and, after taking off your shoes and without either one of you saying another word, you lay down on your back.

After several minutes of silence you hear him quietly say "Thank you." which makes you turn on your side so you're facing him, only to find him already facing you.

"Anytime." you whisper back with a smile, which he returns.

You stay like that for a little while, just looking at each other, and eventually you fall asleep, his beautiful, freakishly blue eyes being the last thing you see.

Bucky watches you sleep for a bit until he also falls into a quiet sleep, with you very unaware of the fact that this is the first time in years, if not decades, that Bucky actually gets a full night of peaceful sleep.

Part 4

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan #marvel fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky x you #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x f!reader #avengers x reader #avengers x platonic reader #avengers x platonic!reader

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novarowan · 1 year

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Sagau draft

This is just a snippet of something that I wrote a couple of months ago, and I just want to know if anybody wants me to write more. I had a lot of fun writing it. Anyway, let me know what you think.

‘Well, isn’t this ironic?’ You think to yourself. You had just been reading SAGAU fanfics, (cause lets be honest, who wouldn’t want to be an ultimate creator god?) and now you find yourself running away from angry NPCs.

You gasped when you felt cold pain on your back. One of the knights had caught up to you and hit you with his sword. Choking from the sudden agony, you felt the adrenaline kick in and ran faster. You were coming up on the top of Starsnatch Cliff, and if only you could just jump into the ocean below, you could get away.

You heard them shout something at the same time that something popped up in your line of sight. You had no time to look at it though, and you couldn’t hear what they said. Your breathing was too loud to hear anything but your lungs working overtime.

There, THERE, THERE.

Without hesitation, you jump. The ocean was fast approaching, and you prayed that you would be able to make it out of this alive. If you entered wrong, it would be like landing on concrete from this height.

Feet first, you dropped into the calm waters.

You broke the surface with a gasp and began swimming to shore, laying on the sand in exhaustion.

“I can’t b-believe that fucking worked.” You let out a short, hysterical giggle before what looked like a black rectangle appeared in the corner of your eye. “What now?” You groaned. Today had been a long day already, and you had only been awake for an hour at most.

When you concentrated on it, it filled your vision.

“Welcome to Teyvat! As the creator of this version of Teyvat, your leveling path will be slightly different to the characters you have come to know. I am your handy assistant, Tutor, who will help you accomplish your ascension.”

“Uh… ok. At this point, I don’t think anything can shock me.” A little red dot appeared at the top of the rectangle, and a little arrow appeared on the right. You lifted your hand and touched it, a new message popping up.

“Quest one: Increase all elemental and physical resistances.”

“Hint: To increase resistances, you must experience the elements.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Your eyes shifted over to a new tab that came into existence after you finished reading. Touching it took you to a screen with a lot of stats.

Max HP: 3,027

ATK: 89

DEF: 94

Elemental Mastery: 0

Max Stamina: 240

A new message popped up on the message screen. You quickly switch back over.

“ +1% Physical Resistance.

Total Physical Resistance: 1%”

You stare in disbelief. You had no idea what you could have done that you give you any sort of resistance. It wasn’t until your wound started to throb that you put the pieces together. “Are you fucking kidding me.”

“I have to literally get attacked with every element to complete this quest?”

“Correct.” The message came through on the screen before disappearing.

“So you can answer my questions.”

“Within reason. That is why I am called Tutor. I am created by the system to help the chosen players.”

“So there are others like me?”

“Correct. There were 1,000 players chosen to take this path.”

“Would you like to see your current talents?”

“Um, yeah. Sure.” A new tab appeared, and you moved over to that screen.

Resurrection: In case of death, Player will resurrect within 24 hours in a safe location.

Blessing of nature: Taking damage will increase resistance to that type of damage permanently.

“There’s only two.”

“Indeed. As you grow and ascend, you will receive more.”

“There is a chest 127 feet to your left that contains a dull blade. Please retrieve it to complete your quest.”

You blink and the screen disappears. You can see a little black dot in the corner of your eye. You quickly figured out that focusing on that dot opened the screen, and looking elsewhere closed it.

“Well, let’s get to it then, shall we?” You couldn’t say that you were necessarily excited about the prospect of intentionally being attacked, but if it helped you out, then it helped, end of story.

In the distance, you could see a little wooden chest. Upon opening, it did contain a sword, along with a couple of miscellaneous items.

“There they are!”

You whipped your head around to see a group of knights and…

“Oh shit.”

The acting grandmaster. Well, you were screwed. Might as well see if Resurrection worked like it was supposed to.

Standing your ground, you watched warily as they approached you. Your back was still hurting you, but you tried not to let it show.

“Imposter.” Jean spoke with authority. “Stand down and come with us peacefully.”

‘I have to get her to attack me.’ You thought and put on an arrogant air.

“And why would I do that, exactly? Have I committed a crime?”

Jean didn’t waver, or show much emotion other than the stern animosity on her face. “You are being charged with the heresy of impersonating our creator.”

“That’s a little bit overplayed, don’t you think?”

You swore that you had read so many SAGAU fics that you could quote every reason they had for killing you before they could say them.

“What?” Jean’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“I mean, do you really think that it’s my fault that I just so happened to get this exact face? You should blame my parents for being horny and conceiving me.”

Her mouth dropped open is shock and disgust. “Watch what you say, imposter.”

“Hey Jean, guess what?”

She glared at you.

“Your creator must be an insecure little bitch to have you guys kill anyone who looks like them.”

She moved faster than you thought she would. One second she was standing ten feet away. The next second, she was right in front of you, sword glowing teal and murder in her eyes.

‘Oh shit.’

A line of pure anemo energy slashed across your abdomen and chest, painting the sand red and drawing a scream of pain from your lips.

“+1% Anemo Resistance.

Total Anemo Resistance: 1%”

Searing pain unlike anything you had ever before. Distantly, you thought ‘Oh come on. Only one percent?’

“Is that all you got?” You grinned through the pain. She lifted her sword and swiped it across your face. Everything went black. She must have gotten your eyes. “C-come on, Jean. Really go at it.”

Sharp pain in your shoulder and your arm went dead.

“Physical Resistance +1%” “Physical Resistance +1%” “+1% Anemo Resistance. “Physical Resistance +1%” “Physical Resistance +1%” “+1% Anemo Resistance. “Physical Resistance +1%” “Physical Resistance +1%” “Physical Resistance +1%” “+1% Anemo Resistance. “Physical Resistance +1%” “Physical Resistance +1%”

“Total Physical Resistance: 10%”

“Total Anemo Resistance: 4%”

Resurrection activated

23hrs 55secs

………

10secs

You shot up into a sitting position, gasping for air and clawing at your chest. Your eyes darted around you, zeroing in on the weak light pouring into the cave you woke up in. You sighed in relief and flopped back down, accidentally hitting your head on a pebble. “Ow, What the fuck?”

“Geo Resistance +1%

Total Geo Resistance 1%”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You rubbed the back of your head and groaned. The humor of it wasn’t lost on you though, and you let out a giggle. “Hey Tutor?” The message box opened.

“How can I help you, Player?”

“If I sit under a waterfall, will that give me hydro resistance?”

“Yes, the flow of hydro energy would suffice to give you resistance. Note: The rate of resistance gain would be slower than if you were hit with pure hydro energy.”

“Thank you.” The message box disappeared. It was time to find out where you were and what to do next. Crawling from the little cave, you struggled to stand. Your legs were stiff and wobbly. Craggy cliffs and clouds filled your view. “Liyue, huh? I wonder who I’ll pick a fight with next?”

It took about two days to reach Liyue Harbor, but before you entered the city, you checked your screen.

Total Pyro Resistance: 0%

Total Hydro Resistance: 3%

Total Electro Resistance: 0%

Total Cryo Resistance: 0%

Total Dendro Resistance: 1%

Total Geo Resistance: 4%

Total Anemo Resistance: 11%

Total Physical Resistance: 15%

You had obviously run into some monsters on the way to the harbor, and that had increased your resistances. Not much, but at least if you ever ran into Xiao, it would hurt a bit less when he beat the shit out of you. Come to think of it, that seemed like a very likely possibility while being here.

#genshin impact #sagau #sagau villain au #sagau impostor au #genshin jean

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nattyscuddlycabin · 10 months

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Sparks Fly

Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

Warnings: red room ways of raising girls, bad coping mechanisms, mission gone wrong, deaths of people (not major characters), language, mentions of blood, gauze, and wrap

Genre: Angst + Fluff ending

Summary: Natasha’s mission failed, leading to civilian deaths, and she ends up coping in a way she was thought by the Red Room.

A/N: Reader is Bulgarian in this because I am lazy and I don’t feel like dealing with google translate right now, so I just used my home language cuz it’s also slavic, ok? Ok!

Translations:

Bulgarian:

любов моя - my love

мое златно сърце- my golden heart

Russian:

Детка-baby

(ﾒ﹏ﾒ)

The mission was for the team to rescue the Hydra “experiments” then blow up the base. However, the outcome of the mission ended up being a blown up base with just two or three experimented on kids being saved. It was all a miscommunication, but Natasha blamed herself for it. She thought that she should have been able to help fix the chaos and save the rest of the kids, but there they were, back at the tower, filling it with thick melancholy in the air.

Y/N tried to soothe Natasha and help her not think of it all as her fault. She wasn’t at the mission, but she knew that Nat wasn’t fully at fault and that Nat did everything in her power to get the mission to go right. Natasha Romanova may seem cold but she always does her best to save everybody.

Finally, Nat just told Y/N that she wants some alone time to process things. Y/N wasn’t sure that it was best for Nat to be alone at such a time, but she let her have her personal time.

Hours later, Y/N was concerned that she had still not heard anything from Nat, so she went into her room, only to find no one there.

“Jarvis, where’s Tasha?” You ask worriedly.

“Miss Romanova has left the tower. She appears to be in a ballet studio Downtown.”

“Oh shit… how long ago did she leave?”

“Miss Romanova left the tower at 1 pm today.”

“Jarvis, send me the location of the ballet studio.”

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N. It has been sent.”

You look down at your phone, putting on navigation to the studio, and run off to the elevator.

After a few minutes, you park in front of a studio with blurred windows, but you only see one person inside.

Running off to the door, you walk in slowly, knowing you probably startled the redhead inside. She looks at you for a second before hiding her face away from you and continuing her “practice.”

“Hey baby, I need you to pause, okay?”

She just quietly continues dancing to the music of the silence in the room.

“Nat. I’m serious.”

She ignores you again.

“Natalia, stop,” you say in a low, stern voice.

She stops, slowly lowering her arms and leg from the position she’d been in, still refusing to face you. She lowers to the ground, rolling up in a ball and hiding her face in her legs.

You walk over to her, sitting down next to her. You hug her.

You speak, softer than before“Baby, you have been dancing for…” You check your phone, seeing the time being 5:04, “four hours now. You are hurting yourself. You don’t deserve to be punished, sweetheart. You aren’t there anymore. I’m here, okay?”

A quiet sob escapes her lips as she whispers, “I killed them…”

“No, you didn’t. You have never killed anybody on purpose, любов моя.”

She just keeps crying quietly for a bit.

You softly caress her foot and ask, “can I take them off?”

“Mhm” she mumbles out, sniffling quietly.

You slowly untie the ballet shoes, sliding them off her feet. Noticing how bloody her feet have gotten under her ballet shoes, you sigh in concern and open your little bag you carry around, finding the gauze and wrap, putting on the gauze on the worst places, and wrapping it up to secure it in place before softly massaging each foot, enough to make her feel a bit more relaxed, but not too much, careful not to hurt her.

“Baby, can you look at me, please?” You ask in a whisper.

She looks up, her reddened face wet from tears. You move your hand calmly up to her cheek, brushing away the last tear prickling down her beautiful face, and giving her a loving smile.

“I will always love you,” you whisper.

She looks at your eyes and smiles slightly, whispering back, “I love you too.”

You get up, reaching for her hand as you pull her up, hugging her. As you are hugging, you slowly start moving side to side, as she rests her head on your chest.

“Drop everything now…” you begin singing slowly, slower than the tempo of the actual song.

“Meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain, ‘cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile,” you twirl her and continue dancing while looking at each other, “get me with those green eyes baby as the lights go down, give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around,” you boop her nose and she giggles, “cause I see sparks fly whenever you… smile,” you smile as you see her already smiling at you.

“Okay let’s go home now, okay? We don’t need your feet hurting even more. I love you, мое златно сърце.”

“I love you too, детка.”

(¯ ³¯)♡

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff comfort #cute natty #natasha romanoff angst #red room

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hellsite-hall-of-fame · 11 months

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listen... listen. i'd love just as much as anybody to get to make a fool of myself in person with all my fellow fools, as opposed to making a collective fool of ourselves online. I just don't know if we have the brainpower to organize it. The first dashcon, as far as i know, was a logistical disaster. I know there's a spreadsheet side of tumblr, and... *shudder* a business side (I checked) but are they willing to help? are we willing to accept their help?

More issues to consider: With the cost of living and travel and the very decentralized tumblr userbase, on what continent would dashcon 2.0 be held? would there need to be online signups? payments? a website? who would create and oversee those things?

What if we tried to have a number of smaller cons for different regions? Only around 600 folks have answered 100% YES on your poll - How many users need to show up before we have folks from enough major communities to feel like a true tumblr party? How do we guarantee those numbers? What about major blogs? do we just hope they show up or pay them to sign autographs? is it a multi-day affair, like dashcon tried to be, or do we aim low?

There is so much that goes into an event like this- transit, trucking, storage, space, sign-ups, accounting, licensing, begging, scheduling, convincing, emailing, hiring, firing, decorating, ordering, packing... I haven't even gotten to the tip of the iceberg meme.

Do we hire planners and event companies, or are we too embarrassed to ask? How does everyone work around their day jobs and careers? Who is organizing dashcon 2.0, and what is their stake in it? How do we not repeat the mistakes of those who came before us?

Anyway, if you're gonna do it, I want to help. let's talk.

hmm alright I have thoughts

because I agree, I don’t know if we have the brainpower or money to organize it. my sincere hope with posting about a hypothetical dashcon has been that some super determined millionaire would be like “hey here- have this money and here’s a bunch of connections I have to people to help you organize this”…..so basically lots and lots of wishful thinking lmao.

while the business side of tumblr does seem terrifying, we might have to accept their help if they’re willing.

all of the logistics you mentioned are very very true things that I imagine the original dashcon creators didn’t fully take into account (or i’d assume as much based on the chaos that ensued lol)

as for location, yeahhh that’s the definite hard part. in my head, I keep seeing this as like a vidcon (which is terrible because it wouldn’t be as big but idk) which is held in California. but idk how feasible that is for the average Tumblr base. and that does definitely cut down the amount of people that would be able or willing to come so idk.

and I also imagine having like panels and possibly meet and greets or something with major blog owners, but idk if we’d just beg them to come or find a way to pay them.

As for the whole last paragraph- aaaaah I have absolutely no idea.

i’m definitely not going to spearhead organizing such an event (mostly because I don’t want my real name associated with it in case it goes to shit again lmaoo) but if someone else had more resources to do so, I would absolutely be willing to help.

and if anyone sees this and has conference-planning experience and wants to help make a bunch of wishful Tumblr users dreams come true…. please let me know and i’d love to help!

#this is such a well thought out ask though anon #sorry I don’t have more experience or confidence to create such an event #my dad might…. but i’m definitely NOT asking him lmao #so we must suffer I guess #hellsite hall of fame #ask #the hellsite answers #anonymous #dashcon #dashcon 2 #dashcon 2.0 #hellsite hall of fame curator’s bullshit

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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I’m Doing This For Us

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: we love how supportive first lady is when it comes to her husband and making sure that he’s okay

Synopsis: Jack has been working non-stop for the last few months and you quickly grow concerned about him not taking the time out for himself

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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You were laughing at something Saweetie had said when your phone lit up alerting you to a FaceTime call from one of your other best friends, Urban.

You were currently out at dinner with Saweetie, Normani, Megan, SZA, and your older sister Danielle to catch up on some quality girl time while your husband and best friends were currently on tour.

"Hmm, I wonder what he's calling for?"

"Go ahead and answer, babe. It might be important."

You excused yourself from the table to go to a more quiet location near the bathrooms and hit accept.

"Urby baby, everything okay?"

"Uhh hey and no."

A look of concern quickly flashed across your face and your mind immediately went towards your husband.

"What's wrong?"

"Jack really isn't acting like himself. I don't know if it's because of the crazy schedule but...."

"What exactly is he doing?"

"He's just off. He's irritable and snaps at anyone about the tiniest thing."

That was definitely not your husband.

Jack was the sweetest, kindest soul and was always so thankful for his team and all that they did for him so this was completely out of left field.

"And you know it's bad if I had to call you."

You simply sighed.

"Hmm okay. Let me move some things around and hopefully I can meet up with yall in Sweden."

"Please because everyone is walking on eggshells around him. Me included. Everyone is trying to avoid him as much as possible."

"Okay I'll see you soon."

"Okay."

You hung up with Urban and quickly rejoined the girls at the table.

Your older sister Danielle immediately knew something was off from the change in your mood and the concerned look on your face.

"You okay?" She asked while grabbing your hand.

You and your older sister were extremely close and you went to her about anything and everything.

She adored the relationship that you and Jack had and always said that she wouldn’t want for you to be with anybody else.

"Yeah, but apparently my husband isn't."

"What did he do? What’s going on?" Megan asked while stealing a fry from Normani.

"Urban said he just isn't acting like himself. I honestly think it's because he's overwhelmed. His schedule has been absolutely crazy since March."

"That would make sense and he's probably missing you on top of that so I know that it doesn't help."

You and Jack would get into a mood when you missed each other and everyone knew to steer clear.

"I'll text Brandi to move a few things around for me and catch the next flight out to Sweden."

"Hmm I hope he's okay."

You sighed.

"Me too and this is exactly what I was afraid of. When he originally told me all that he had lined up, I told him that he has to be mindful to let his body rest in between."

"He literally has been in a different country almost every other day." Saweetie added while taking a sip of her martini.

"He has. I just hope that the team can hold out until I get there. Everyone is walking on eggshells apparently. Urban included."

"Oh no, then I know it's bad." Sza replied while breaking apart a mozzarella stick.

"Exactly."

---

As promised, you had just gotten to the venue in Sweden where Jack would be performing and you heard a sigh of relief from Urban as he spotted you.

"Hey Urby." You said while he brought you in a hug and kissed your forehead.

"Can't even tell you how happy I am to see you."

"Because you missed me or because your best friend is acting out of pocket and you need for his wife to fix it?"

"Ehh, a little bit of both. Come on he's this way."

You followed Urban until you were outside of Jack's dressing room door.

Urban said a silent prayer for you before going to find Neelam and hoped that you would be able to fix whatever was wrong with his best friend.

You simply knocked on the door and was met with your irritated husband.

"What now?"

You simply opened the door and made eye contact with your husband who was sitting on the couch.

He then got a look of surprise on his face.

"Baby, what are you doing here?" He asked as he came over and embraced you.

He gave you several kisses before you answered his question.

He led the both of you back to the couch and he proceeded to slide you onto his lap.

"Urban called me and he's very worried about you. Truth be told so am I smush."

"I promise you I'm fine." Jack answered while fixing one of your curls that had fallen in front of your face.

"Don't give me that baby. You aren't fine. And that's okay."

"Y/N...."

"No, you know better than to lie to your wife. Doesn't this scenario seem familiar? The same exact thing happened to me last year and you came to visit me on tour. I was overwhelmed and right now I think you are too." (Go Read Missin My Baby)

All Jack did was sigh.

"It's just so much and I feel like I can't come up for air."

"And I told you when you first told me in March about all the things you were doing and that you need to give yourself breaks in between."

"I just.... I guess I was so excited that I didn't even think about that."

"When Urban told me that everyone had been walking on eggshells I immediately knew something was wrong because I know my baby and he doesn’t act like that unless something is going on."

"And I miss you so that doesn't help either."

"But I'm here now, okay? You know all you have to do is say the word and I'll be there."

"How long are you staying?" Jack asked as he played with your wedding ring.

"As long as my smush needs me." You responded while kissing his nose.

"I feel like such an ass."

"Just move on from it, baby. And try to do better."

"You know why I wanted to do all these things this year?" Jack asked you while you started to play with his curls.

"Why?" You asked as you then moved to play with his beard which happened to be one of your favorite things to do.

"To make sure we had above and beyond for our children."

You looked up at him and your eyes immediately started to water.

"Aww smush. You’re about to make me cry."

"I just... I want to make sure we're secure before we have them since I know you mentioned you were ready for them."

"They are going to have the best daddy in the world."

"And they won't want for anything."

"I love you so so much Jackman Thomas."

"But not more than I love you Y/N Y/M/N." Jack replied while kissing you.

"Don't start."

"But it's true."

"And another thing. Have you actually been sleeping?"

Jack quickly avoided your gaze.

"Jackman...."

"It's only for two hours at a time..."

"Baby, no. That is not going to work with all that you have to do."

"I'm just... I worry about you."

"But, why? I'm okay, I promise."

"I guess being away from each other for a stretch of time gets me anxious."

"You have always be an overthinker. But I'm fine. Promise."

"Can you stay until tour is over?" Jack eagerly asked. He already knew the answer was going to be no, but he figured that he would ask anyway.

"Umm, baby I don't know about all that but I will visit as much as I can. And just think in December we get to have our wedding. Our real wedding."

"I can’t wait for that mamas. Then I can actually take you on a real honeymoon. Since ours before consisted of moving to Atlanta with Urban."

"Then the only job you'll have after that is to get me pregnant."

"Shit, say less mamas."

Jack then started to stare off into space and you waved your hand in front of his face to get his attention.

"Baby, what are you thinking about?"

"All the different positions I can put you in to make sure I get a baby in you on the first try."

"Lord help me."

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gingerjunhan · 10 months

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the night is young - oh seungmin

synopsis: after a night out with friends doesn’t go as planned, seungmin swoops in to save the day

word count: 971 | pronouns used: none, but reader has a “girls night” | genre: slight angst?, fluff, friend to lovers 🫶🏻 | cws: shitty friends, crying, swearing, mentions of eating, lmk if I missed any!

It’s finally Friday, and your long awaited “girls night” has arrived. You and your friends have been planning to go out tonight for about a week and a half, and you were so excited. You took the time to do your hair and put on some makeup, and you had even planned your outfit days in advance; making your friend, Seungmin, help you pick it out. Like always, you were the first of your friends to arrive at the restaurant you agreed to meet at. You pulled out your phone to check the time, and you saw that you got a text from Seungmin.

have fun with your girlfriends tn. let me know if you need anything. stay safe <3

You smiled at his text, sending him back a quick, “Thanks, I will:)” before turning your phone off. It was 7:30- your friends should be arriving soon. You were waiting on a bench outside the restaurant, skimming your eyes through the crowd as you waited for your group to show up. You sent a text to your group chat, letting them know where you were when they got there. You waited a couple of minutes and got no response.

Maybe they’re driving? You thought to yourself. I’ll give them some more time.

It was now almost 8:00. You had gotten no responses to your text, and you didn’t recognize anyone walking the sidewalk in front of you. Your heart started to sink as you finally decided that there was no point in waiting anymore. You pulled out your phone again, deciding to call Seungmin. It rang a few times before he answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey…”

He instantly knew by your tone that something was up. “What’s wrong, (Y/N)?”

“Um,” you were trying to keep yourself together. “Nobody showed up. They all bailed on me, Min.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I’ve been waiting for like, half an hour. I haven’t heard from anybody.” Seungmin was torn between feeling bad for you or being mad at your friends. He knew how much you were looking forward to tonight. “Do you mind if I come up to your dorm?” You asked him. “I’m probably only a block or two away.”

Seungmin knew what restaurant you were at- he made you send him your location in case he needed to pick you up. He thought about how excited you were, and he thought about the outfit he helped you plan.

“No, stay where you are. Let me get dressed and I’ll come meet you there.”

“No, Minnie, it's okay. You don’t have to-“

“Nope, I’ll be there,” He stated. “You don’t deserve to have them pull this type of shit on you. You were too excited and you look too good to have this night go to waste. Give me ten minutes. I’ll see you soon.” With that, he ended the call.

☆

A little less than ten minutes passed, and you finally spotted Seungmin walking your way. He wore a smile on his face as he approached you, and you couldn’t help but to smile back.

“So,” he began. “Are you ready to eat?”

“Yes please! I’m starving.”

“Alright then,” Seungmin offered you his hand to take, and you couldn’t help but to blush. “Let's go.”

You looked at him in confusion. “Are we not eating here?”

“Oh c’mon, (Y/N), the night is young! I have something special planned.” You felt like your heart was doing flips. This can’t be happening. You had had a crush on Seungmin for a while now, but you were never brave enough to say anything. But now, here you were, taking his hand without a second thought- allowing him to take you wherever he had planned.

You ended up a few blocks down the street, finding yourselves stopped in the middle of a walking bridge that divided a small river. Seungmin let go of your hand to lean on the railing, looking up into the night sky.

“I come here on my night time walks a lot,” he told you without looking away from the sky. “You can see so many stars from this bridge.”

You took a spot beside him, mimicking his stance against the railing. As you joined him in looking up, he let out a small gasp.

“I think that star is actually a planet,” he informed you.

“Which one?”

He pointed up into the sky, “That one. Look.”

“Min,” you chuckled. “You pointing to a sky full of stars and saying ‘that one’ doesn’t help me.” Seungmin turned to you, and took one of your hands again, pointing it to the star he was looking at. His other hand found its way around your waist, holding you close to him.

“Do you see it now?” He asked, still pointing with your hand.

“Y-Yeah. I think I see it.”

Seungmin turned to look at you with a soft smile, “Isn’t it beautiful?”

You turned to look back at him, finally meeting his gaze. You hoped it was dark enough that he wouldn’t notice the blush that now crept its way to your ears. You caught yourself looking nervously between his eyes and his lips, and then noticed him confidently doing the same. Seungmin leaned in, starting to close the gap between you.

“Yeah,” you said quietly, just before your lips touched. “It is.”

With that, your lips finally met. All of the negativity from the evening seemed to wash away in that very moment. The hand that Seungmin was pointing with let go of yours, coming to cup your cheek as yours rested on his shoulder. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but you knew it would be something you remembered forever. You both pulled away, smiling like fools.

“Alright,” Seungmin said, slightly stepping away and taking your hand again. “Who’s hungry?”

#xdinary heroes imagine #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh x reader #xdh imagines #o.de x reader #xdh fluff

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stark-ironman · 3 months

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A/N: Hello everyone. This will be my first post on this account. I hope you enjoy because I spent days on this.

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: talks of kidnapping, crying and proposal

Tony Stark has been taken hostage by enemy forces.

Those words have been on the TV screen all morning. You've been sitting there on the couch with Happy, using Tony's laptop and working tirelessly to try and find him. You called Rhodes earlier in the week to tell him where Tony's cell phone location last showed up but nothing was there except for wreckage.

Not one sign of your multi-billionaire boyfriend.

"He's going to turn up. We both know it." Happy tries to reassure. "Until he's back in my arms, I'm not going to stop looking." You say standing up and walking down the steps to his work area.

"Jarvis, let me see the map of Mr. Starks last known location." You say. Jarvis brings it up and you make the scene bigger, looking for some sort of clue to help you. A deep huff falls from your lips, scratching at your eyebrow as you search.

Hours pass for what feels like eternity, nothing comes up. You have looked all over the map several times and nothing has popped up yet but you haven't lost hope.

"Jarvis, is there any new updates on Mr. Stark?" You ask. "I'll turn on the TV, ma'am. There's something going on that might be in relations to Mr. Stark." He says turning the TV on. You look at the TV confused, watching as you see a war base on fire.

"Captain Rhodes is trying to get in touch with you. Shall I let him through?" Jarvis asks. "Yes, thank you Jarvis." You say as you answer the phone.

"We found him and we're bringing him home as we speak."

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Happy drove you to the airport as soon as he received word that the plane was fixing to land. You watch as the door opens, seeing Tony sitting there in a wheelchair. He stands up and walks towards you, smiling softly when you run up and hug him.

"Miss me, sweetheart?" His smooth voice fills your ears, a small smirk on his face. You fight the urge to roll your eyes, kissing him softly. "Don't scare me like that again." You tell him with tears. "I don't plan on leaving you again." He whispers, kissing you again.

"Happy, take me to get a cheeseburger." Tony states as he opens the car door open for you. Once settled, Tony starts rubbing your thigh. "So, I heard my girl took charge of everything while I was gone. Must have been a sight to see." He smirks as his hand moves up on your thigh.

You smack his hand away and notice a little look on his face but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he looks out the window as he grips your hand tighter.

The rest of the drive is sat in silence and you worry that you've upset Tony, noticing he's zoned out pretty bad. "Take the rest of the day off, Happy. We're not going anywhere and if we do then I'll call." Tony states as he grabs the bags of food and helps you out, leading you inside.

"Jarvis, lock the doors and turn off the phones. I don't want anybody to disturb us until I'm ready." He calls out. You help set the food on the coffee table, sitting down on the couch. Tony kneels on the floor in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist as his head buries itself in your neck.

Soft whimpers fill the house and you feel your neck getting wet. "It's okay, baby." You whisper. "I was so scared, sweetheart. The whole way home I was scared shitlesss that someone was going to attack again." He cries.

Your heart shatters hearing his confession and you start playing with his curls to try to calm him down. "Please don't ever leave me, sweetheart. I need you in my life for as long as I live." He whimpers. "Baby, you will never be able to get rid of me." You push him back, kissing him softly.

Tony stands up, grabbing your hand and leads you down to his workshop. "I was going to do this before I left but I didn't have the correct amount of time.." He trails while looking around and grabs a box off of one of the top shelves.

"I had to hide it so you wouldn't find it but I spent many months learning how to make this so you would have a perfect one." He continues and smiles when he sees your confused face. Tony gets on one knee in front of you and brings up a custom made box.

"I want to marry you, sweetheart. You have been my rock through everything in my life and I know I've taken you for granted at times but honey, I have always been all yours just like you've been all mine. Nobody can take that away from either of us. So please, marry me." He says, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

"You know I will, Tone." You smile and he picks you up, kissing you deeply. "I love you until my last breath, sweetheart."

#tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark fluff #tony stark smut #tony stark

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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Time's Up [Julius Novochrono]

an: time for another event request and I am so excited for it to be in the Black Clover fandom! Thanks to @simpingforthisonedeer for this absolute treat of a request! I hope I do your man justice... ^^

prompt: “I swear to you I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbours know my name.”

pairing: Julius Novochrono x fem dom reader

warnings: sub Julius, implied handjob, overstimulation, naked reader & mostly dressed Julius, fem dom, lil pouty Wizard King, the lengths you have to go to get him to do some damn work, office sex

Masterlist

The office was golden-kissed, the setting sun creating such a beautiful backdrop in which to admire your handsome beloved.

Papers littered the desk, quills scattered by the almost empty ink pot and a faint trace of dust caught your fingertip that ran along the surface.

Dust motes twinkled in the air, enough to look ethereal but not so much that would have you selecting a new location.

You tsked quietly, admiring the soft pout of Julius’s bottom lip as he watched you intently from the elaborate high-backed chair. The blonde hair was tousled from where you had run your hands through it roughly, the cheeks a blooming pink and those pouting lips completely swollen from your kisses.

“Seems your minder isn’t doing a good job of getting you to do any actual work of late,” you whispered.

His vivid purple eyes widened, jaw clenched as you undressed before him. Slipping out of the layers that highlighted your nobility until naked and freed from the shackles of etiquette.

A hand slid between the valley of your breasts, touching everywhere you knew he wanted to touch. Enraptured by his twitching cock that was already covered in his cum from merely your skilful hand.

His throat worked furiously, swallowing the runny saliva coating his mouth as he swept his gaze over your heavenly frame. Heart pounding frantically as he burned with desire, desperate to be yours and yours alone.

“What should I do with you, hmm? Being such a very naughty Wizard King. Think you deserve to be buried in this little pussy?”

Julius groaned as you slung your leg over his spread thighs, the fabric of his pants so very tight against his skin. Flames licked at him, heating every inch of him and it only worsened as your bare, glistening lips slid along his sensitive cock.

You smacked away the hands that tried to land on your hips, that longed to lift your weight and force you down to the hilt of his thick shaft. To stretch you out until you were moulded to only him, never able to find relief with anybody else.

It was such a shame to have to deny those sinful hands from touching you. The long, thick fingers and wide palms that you adored and knew exactly where and how to touch you, but he needed to be reminded who was in charge.

“Use your words, Julius and I didn’t say you could touch,” you scolded, tugging on his earlobe with your teeth between words. His crotch was slippery from his creamy cum, mingling with your arousal and ruining his expensive pants in the process.

“Please, let me fuck you,” he whined between sniffles, “I’ll be good. I promise I’ll finish up my work, but I gotta be inside you first.”

The smile to curve your sensual lips was wicked; the power of having the most powerful mage in the Kingdom, and perhaps the entire continent wrapped around your little finger was intoxicating.

His brattish behaviour from earlier was gone in the blink of an eye at the sight of your stern expression. Sweat beaded on his brow as you took a harsh grip on his hair, forcing him to lean sideways to allow the wide wet sweep of your tongue, licking at the salty sweat and purring your contentment.

“How about this,” your breath tickled his ear and his eyes rolled deep into his skull as you teased the tip of his leaking cock against your needy little nub, “I swear to you I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbours know my name.”

Your blonde man stared you dead in the eye as he said, “you mean Marx?”

With one fluid shift and roll of your hips, you were inching down his length slowly and delighting in the sobbing hiccups from how over-stimulated he already was.

“Yes, beloved, I do mean Marx.”

#delirious writes #black clover smut #julius novachrono #julius novachrono x reader #julius novachrono smut #fem dom reader

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simplyholl · 1 year

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Across the Multiverse Pt. 3 [Loki x Reader]

Summary: Y/N and Loki’s relationship takes an unexpected turn after one of Stark’s parties. When they are sent on a mission to find their multiversal selves, will they realize they should be together?

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Avenger reader

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of Cheating. Incorrect use of Multiverse travel.

W/C: 1.5k

On the way back home, Loki is quiet. I can tell he is trying to keep his distance. I hate the silence, so I clear my throat hoping it will cause him to say something, anything. Loki glances at me suspiciously. “Don’t get any ideas.” he growls. “What are you talking about?” I turn to face him slipping my legs underneath me. “You know what I allude to, Y/N. I could see the stars in your eyes when our variants were spinning their ridiculous web of lies. I saw how you looked at that child. Gods, you held it! True love?” He laughs wickedly avoiding eye contact. “Poor oaf. He is even more pathetic than I thought. She clearly trapped him with the first brat, now she is having another.”

I hold my hand up to stop his rant. “Trapped him? Were you even listening? They are so in love, Loki. Anybody could see that. As for the stars in my eyes, I adore a good love story. You know that. We have watched at least one hundred rom-coms together. Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Lo. You made the rules perfectly clear. Even if you get to break them when you see fit.”

Things have been tense between us. He has been avoiding me. When we train, it feels like we are actually fighting. I have been dreading today, when I would be stuck with him for the mission. We are heading to Universe 322. I just hope it’s not as awkward as last time.

When we arrive, Loki informs me that we will be searching for his variant first. It takes a while to locate, but he is sure this is the right spot. I walk on the porch and knock on the door. Loki grabs my arm squeezing, “Did you hear that?” concern laced in his voice. “No, I didn’t hear anything.” He walks down the small steps of the porch. “You stay here. I will check the back to make sure there is no trouble.”

He walks around the house when the white door swings open. 322’s Loki smirks at me crossing his muscular arms. I didn’t think it was possible, but this Loki is more attractive than mine. He seems more arrogant than him. That has to be it. I do have a type after all. “What have we here, pet? I knew you would come crawling back to me, Y/N. What did I tell you?” He looks satisfied with himself as he reaches toward me.

“It’s not what you think. I’m not your Y/N.” “She’s MINE.” my Loki appears out of thin air, pulling me closer to him. I pull away from his grip. “I don’t belong to you either. Could you please let us in? I would be happy to tell you what’s going on.” We follow him inside. “Do you mind telling me why your Y/N is going to come crawling back?” Not that I could really blame her. This Loki is a sight to behold. He examines my face, his eyes soft if only for a moment. “It was only a jest, darling. I am truly sorry. She left me. There might have been some regrettable parting words on my end. When I saw you, I thought you were my love coming back to me.”

I look around his house. A woman definitely lived here. The finely decorated walls are covered in pictures of them together. They appear to be in order of their relationship. Y/N looks a little younger in the first ones, different hair styles let me know time has passed. They look really happy. “What happened?” I ask before I think. It could be a touchy subject for him. “I went to a party that Y/N didn’t want to attend. While there, a rather persistent woman came onto me. We had a fight earlier, and I welcomed the attention of another. I should have rejected her.

Unbeknownst to me, Y/N decided to come after all. She saw me kissing that awful woman. We fought about it, she rightfully left me. I was so hurt, but I did it to myself. So, I lashed out at her. I told her she would come back begging me for another chance. She won’t though. I know her very well. I made the biggest mistake of my life that night. It’s been ten months, and I haven’t heard from her.”

He looks so sad, tears threatening to spill from his beautiful eyes. I place my hand on his to comfort him. He smiles at me, his expression changing in an instant. “You are rather beautiful, Y/N. You said you do not belong to him? There’s no attachment?” He looks at my Loki mischievously. I smile, placing my hand on his thigh, “Well we did hook up, but it meant nothing.” I echo Loki’s words.

“Love, I would do anything to have you. I will ruin you for all others. Mine will be the only name you know, once I’m finished. I would treat you better than your counterpart. I would never take you for granted. I swear it. My life’s mission would be to make you happy. Consider staying here with me, lovely Y/N.” He sinks down on his knees placing gentle kisses on the top of my hand and fingers. I could get used to this. Maybe I should stay here. If anything, I’m tempted to stay just for the sex. I’m sure Loki will never touch me again. I reluctantly turn him down.

Loki’s POV

Y/N, the only person whose eyes did not hold fear when she met me. My only friend, the one I share my deepest thoughts with. She never judges me. But she is dangerous. I knew it the first time I saw her. Her vibrant personality lit up the room when she entered. I was instantly attracted to her. The more I learned about her, the worse it became. We shared similar interests and that led to spending much of our time together. Then came that gods forsaken interview. It was all the usual questions, bringing up my past, painting me as a villain.

She stood up for me. Announced to the whole world that out of the group of heroes, it was me she trusted. ME. No one had ever come to my aid before, let alone trusted me. From that moment, I told myself she was off limits. I was not to kiss her, take her to bed, nothing of the sort. I could not risk losing the only person that cared for me. It didn’t stop my imagination from running wild. I conjured images of her late at night while I palmed my cock wishing it was real.

I would take those women from Stark’s parties to bed, turning their backs to me so I wouldn’t have to look at them. I could imagine it was Y/N, if I didn’t gaze at their faces. My eyes glued to the picture of her on my nightstand the entire time. There were a few times, I almost called out her name. Not that I would care what her stand-ins thought.

The moment I knew I could no longer keep my vow to hold her at arm’s length still haunts me. Barnes placed his filthy hands on her. I already had her pressed against the wall in my room before I registered what happened. Thankfully I had a moment of clarity to warn her not to fall in love with me. Those rules were more for me than her. Just once? What a fool I was. The second we joined, it felt like I was home for the first time in my miserable life. I could have her every second of eternity, and it would not be enough. Then she tried to leave, it felt like she was taking a piece of me with her. Why wouldn’t she think I would make her go? That’s all she knew of my sexual endeavors. I should not have asked her to stay. I stayed away as long as I could, then we fell into bed again.

When we met the variants of us that were happily married, I was upset. I know I could never have happiness like that. Nothing. I called the best moments of my existence nothing to save myself humiliation. I do not deserve anything close to the relationship they shared. I should have asked him what tricks he used to get her, surely it was magic.

I have pushed her away to protect my heart. It’s for the best. The poor heartbroken fool we just met is closer to the fate I will suffer if I continue after her. I am better off pretending she doesn’t affect me so completely.

Part Four

Tags

@lokisgoodgirl @fictive-sl0th @sarahscribbles @ozymdias @jaidenhawke @lokissidepeice @huntress-artemiss @those-late-night-feels @marygoddessofmischief @trojanaurora @acciotherapists @snafu-hmfi

#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x yn #across the multiverse

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yunhobug · 10 months

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Now listening:

High by 5 Seconds of Summer

Calm Masterlist

Yeosang x reader

Word Count: 907

Genre: angst

Warnings: alcohol/drinking, alcoholism? Yeo used drinking as a coping mechanism, Yeosang also gets sad when he drinks

1:23am

“Could I get another vodka soda please?”

The bartender looked weary, debating if he should continue supplying drinks to the man slumped over his bar. Yeosang had been there for a few hours now, he wasn’t paying attention to the time but he could probably guess how late it was.

Yeosang wasn’t much of a drinker until the breakup happened, you always had a better tolerance than him anyway. You had gone your separate ways about a month ago and though he’d never admit it to his friends, he missed you, bad.

He had turned his phone off so nobody could track his location, he knew he would get scolded for being at the bar but it was the only thing that helped soothe the ache. The hurt that settled so deeply in his chest when he looked at old photos of the two of you.

He had tried so hard to get over things, he tried to become better, he really did. He wanted to be mad at you but he couldn’t. Yeosang couldn’t even dream about being mad at you.

You said you had fallen out of love, he didn’t think that was even possible, especially not after two whole years together. Apparently it could happen and he got a front row seat to the biggest heartbreak show in town.

Yeosang was shaken out of his thoughts when the bartender placed a paper and pen in front of him.

“We’re cutting you off for the night, if you just wanna pay your tab before you head out.”

The streets were dark and empty, much like his own mind, though he would never say such a thing out loud. Yeosang was never one for dramatics. As he walked past the glass window storefront he was able to get a good look at himself.

In the reflection stood a man he didn’t recognize. He wished you saw better in him, what did you think of him now? Yeosang wouldn’t have been able to show you even if you went looking for it. After the breakup he completely disappeared from social media, he couldn’t bear to see you look happy. Photos taken with your friends, going on trips, and god forbid an unfamiliar man show up in the photos.

He couldn’t handle it, seeing that you were okay, after all you were the one to dump him. Yeosang slowly made it into his dark apartment, all the physical reminders of you had disappeared but the memories stayed.

He remembers the countless movie nights turned make out sessions. He remembers how many books you used to leave around. He especially remembers when you two would get high in the mornings.

He made his way to the bedroom, opting not to shower tonight. He pulled out his phone, turning it back on to see if anybody had called him. Maybe you had reached out, though he would only believe it once he saw it.

There was a missed call from San and a couple texts from Mingi about going to lunch tomorrow. He knew it was bad; the urge to call you. He needed to hear your voice even if you yelled at him. He wanted to know you were okay. He wanted to know if you thought he was ridiculous for calling, for holding on this long. He needed to know what you thought of him. Hell, you were probably asleep.

Yeosang lazily moved to find your contact, hesitating before he pressed on it. He brought the phone to his ear, almost hoping you didn’t pick up.

1:57am

After a few rings it went silent, and Yeosangs breath died in his throat, “Hello?”

“Hi! this is y/n, sorry it seems i’m busy right now, i’ll call back later!”

He paused, voicemail. A weight seemed to lift from his shoulders, he let out a breath before continuing.

“It’s Yeosang, I know it’s late…trust me I know, I um, i’ve been thinking a lot lately and I wanted to call to say I missed you.”

“God you’re probably going to be upset with me but I need to know, are you okay? How are you okay? I’ve been nothing but miserable, you probably think i’m pathetic.”

“Over time i’ve grown to see the flaws we had, I never realized how much your friends hated me until now, I never saw how miserable you looked when you were with me.”

“Was I that miserable to be with? You couldn’t stand it and you broke up with me. I’m not mad, I don’t think I could ever be mad at you.”

“Was I an okay boyfriend? Did you think of me highly?”

He released a puff of air realizing everything he unloaded, this was humiliating.

“I’m sorry, just ignore this, you probably have my blocked anyway.”

He hung up quickly, tossing his phone onto the bed before burying his face in his hands. Yeosang wanted to cry but nothing had come out. Deciding sleep was the best option he had turned his phone back off, not wanting to face the possible consequences of his actions.

Yeosang slowly crawled into bed, staring at the ceiling before sleep finally overcame him.

When he woke up that morning he went to reach for his phone, turning it on. Yeosang sat up in shock as he read the notifications that had appeared on the screen.

7:42am

Missed call: Y/N

Voicemail: Y/N

#honeyslibrary #ateez #ateez reactions #boyfriend ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #kang yeosang #yeosang #kang yeosang x reader #yeosang x you #yeosang x y/n #yeosang x reader #yeosang scenarios #kang yeosang imagines #yeosang imagines #kang yeosang scenarios #yeosang reactions #kang yeosang reactions #yeosang angst

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bicycle4two · 1 year

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fine as we are, but we want more || Jason Todd x Female!Reader || Chapter 2 of 8

Summary:

all things considered, you're pretty lucky.

in all your years living in gotham city, you've never been mugged, never had your apartment broken into, never been held as a hostage.

until now.

it seems your luck has run out and there's nothing you can do about it other than wait for someone to come rescue you. . . .

or, jason and you reunite after a long time.

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Chapter 1

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Chapter 2:

It’s been a long couple of weeks since Bruce’s death and, well, Batman’s disappearance is felt all over Gotham and, as such, crime is at an all-time high. The criminals are getting cocky and although it took longer than any of them would have liked, it finally feels like Jason and the others are getting the hang of being in what sometimes feels like five places at once. They aren’t quite sure that they’ve figured out how Bruce did it all on his own but the four of them together cover more ground and save more civilians, cops, and stop further incidents from happening and that’s what matters.

The sun’s gone down and even though crime doesn’t quite have a schedule, bad guys tend to work in the night. Jason’s ready to head off to patrol, his guns are loaded and he’s just about to put his helmet on when there’s a ping from the bat computer, an emergency alert. He looks up and sees that along with all the red triangles on the map indicating crimes they know are going to happen thanks to some criminals unable to keep their mouth such under a little pressure, there’s a bright red symbol in the shape of a bat hovering over the Saul Erdel Planetarium.

“That’s odd,” Barbara says, walking towards the computer, already decked out in her Batgirl uniform. “That’s an old tracker. I thought we had all of those recalled.”

“Could it be a false alarm?” Tim asks. “Detective Montoya and Lucius have the updated models. Maybe it’s like how Bruce hid batarangs all over the city? A civilian found an old tracker and thought it was toy?”

“Maybe…” Dick mutters. “Or maybe not. Someone should check it out.”

“But who would have the tracker?” Barbara asks, pressing something on the keyboard that brings up icons of Lucius, Detective Montoya, and Thompkins. Above the Belfry’s location, all of their symbols and Alfred’s appear as well. “Everyone is accounted for.”

Jason stares at the red bat on the screen for a second longer than the rest. Something about it seems off to him—it tickles something at the back of his mind. The sensation is annoyingly familiar. It’s happened a lot since the Lazarus Pit. The feeling that he’s forgetting something. The Pit’s taken a lot from him and the loss of his memories still pisses him off from time to time. Sometimes it’s something small, maybe an event that happened in school or a get together with the others that brings smiles to their faces until they realize Jason has no idea what they’re talking about even though he was there.

It’s frustrating and he does find himself lashing out because of it sometimes. But it’s manageable. These memories, although once precious, would not cost much grief. After all, does everyone remember their middle school algebra teacher? Sometimes, if he’s lucky, the memories come back eventually. Small scenes playing in his head like a dream.

But this. This is something different. It’s obvious that this is something really important. Something that he could not afford to wait to come to him.

So, he’s going to get to it first.

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“Who wants to go—and he’s gone. Okay. I guess Jason’s going to take care of it.” Dick let’s out a sigh. “Is it that frustrating when we do that to the others?”

…

“Oh God! Can anybody hear me?”

“Help! Please! Help!”

The other hostages cry, scream to the heavens. They pray and plead to no avail. No one knows that you’re here and you don’t even want to think about what the Freaks have planned for you all. No calls have been made, no ransom whatsoever. You’re left to wait. Wait to see if they’re just keeping you around for their own amusement, a power play of sorts, or if you’re going to be used for something else, something more sinister.

“We’re going to own this place!”

“Gotham’s ours!”

The Freaks cheer over the music, head banging to the guitar riffs and slamming their bats against the walls and your cage’s bars. They’ve set some barrels on fire and you feel the heat even in the far corner of the cage you’ve pressed yourself against. The Freak that was taunting you, trying to egg you on, is now facing away, vandalizing the astronaut statue on the opposite wall. You scowl. You’ve always loved this planetarium and they’ve tainted it in more ways than one.

You fiddle with the bat buzzer in your hands, tracing its shape with your fingers, trying to calm yourself down with the familiar feel of it. Although you aren’t begging for your life like the others, you feel just as afraid, if not more so. Because you tried to do something to save yourself from this situation and you’re not exactly sure if it worked. It’s been years. And nothing really happened after you pressed the button—no confirmation that the message was received. So, there’s nothing to do but wait. You can’t find it in yourself to beg for freedom, you imagine that with how hard your heart is beating against your chest, with how sweaty your palms are, words won’t come out easily and you will probably embarrass yourself if you stutter out your pleas.

But you do find yourself chanting in your head—please come, please come, please come.

You promised.

It’s only by chance that you’re already looking up at the ceiling (huh, maybe you were praying. Just a little bit) and see him crawl out of the air vent, crouching on the beams overhead. You’re surprised with his balance, not thinking that someone of his size could manage to make himself look small, unnoticeable.

The Red Hood.

You’ve only ever heard about him on the news, seen posts online, discussions about how he handles the criminals on the streets, about the meaning behind his name—what it means that he takes on the old moniker of the Joker, if he’s another villain that Gotham needs to worry about.

The first time he appeared, he didn’t seem like a hero—he didn’t exactly work with the Batman, in fact it looked like he went out of his way to antagonize him. And you’ve heard that the guns he had strapped to his waist weren’t just for show and that, for a time, he had actually gone for the kill rather than simply render his opponents unconscious or immobile. Something Batman would not agree with.

But if the red bat on his chest was any indication of his allegiance, you think that you aren’t going to see any dead bodies tonight.

Heavily injured, maybe. Beaten. Bruised. And maybe slightly singed, burned even. But not dead.

You watch with fascination as the Red Hood lands behind the Freak, his landing muted by the loud music, and grabs him by the neck, lifting him from the ground. The Freak struggles against Red Hood’s hold, legs kicking, before he slumps, unconscious. Red Hood drops him to the ground before turning to you.

He picks the lock quickly but doesn’t open the cage’s door.

“Stay here,” he instructs, dropping the lock to the floor. “And keep quiet.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, and he stares at you for a second before giving a terse nod, taking out his grappling gun and shooting it upwards, zipping him back up to the beams.

When he’s gone, you wait for a second to see if anyone else is going to come to your corner, if they somehow figured out that something’s amiss, before you quietly open your door, sneaking out. You hate that you’re going against his orders, but you also don’t want to be stuck behind bars with no means of protection just in case things go sideways. So, you approach your unconscious captor and pick up the baseball bat he was wielding, see that he’s wrapped it with barbed wire.

You’re heading back to your cage when you hear someone approaching. You think fast, pressing yourself against the wall hidden in the shadows as a new Freak comes into view.

“What happened here?” She nudges him with her bat. “He’s unconscious!”

“Guys! We aren’t alone!” She calls out over the music, and you move without thinking. With her back still facing towards you, you run to her, baseball bat held over your head. She turns around just as you swing the bat with all your strength, hitting her hard enough to knock her out.

She slumps to the ground in a heavy heap, bleeding but still breathing.

You’re in disbelief with what you’ve done, but you don’t have time to think about it because suddenly there’s an explosion from the other side of the planetarium and you hear the Freaks panic followed by the rapid fire of gunshots. There’re shouts, grunts, and groans. And more shooting. Bullets making contact in rapid succession. Another Freak runs into your corner of the room soon after, stumbling back when he sees the body.

“Shit!” He says, taking in the sight of the fallen Freaks and then he spots you. You’re probably a sight to behold right now, disheveled and a little crazed from the adrenaline coursing through your veins. “You! You bitch!”

And he’s charging towards you, and you’re scared out of your mind because you don’t do this, you’re not a fighter, but you are a little angry, more angry than you are scared, you’re absolutely livid that these guys put you in this situation, so something wild in you figures that if you’re going to go, you might as well go swinging.

You’re ready for the Freak, as ready as you can be, but he never gets the chance to get to you because a gunshot rings through the air and suddenly the Freak’s falling forward, skidding to the floor. Behind him, Red Hood is standing with his gun out.

“What are you doing?” Red Hood asks and although his voice is heavily disguised from the modulator in his helmet, it’s easy to tell that he’s pissed that you’re not inside your cage.

And you want to maybe explain yourself, but instead you warn, “Behind you!”

And Red Hood doesn’t even hesitate, he turns slightly, his posture changing to shoot two rounds at the Freak that was aiming to hit him from behind. He, too, falls to the ground. Easily.

“Oh my God,” you breathe out, heart hammering in your chest. “Do you have eyes on the back of your head?”

“Sometimes.” Red Hood replies. “Give me a sec.”

He whirls around and delivers a strong punch to the shield of a gigantic Freak bulldozing towards him, forcing the Freak to lose his balance. When the shield drops, Red Hood continues to deliver punches and kicks before the Freak catches himself and brings the shield back up to protect himself. Red Hood jumps back to give himself some distance and the Freak charges. Thunders. In your direction.

“Get out of the way!” Red Hood yells and, really, he doesn’t need to tell you twice.

So, you run away from the Freak, passing by a barrel before hiding behind the next wall you see. You hear the gunshot before the explosion. Before the screams of the Freak. Before the sound of a powerful hit after powerful hit landing on its target. Before the sound of a heavy body hitting the floor, shield clattering.

Before the silence.

You wait a minute before coming out of your hiding place, walking back to the wreckage.

You stare at the collapsed body of the Freak, eyes trained on his chest just to see if he’s still breathing. When you see the slow rise and fall, you feel yourself let out a breath as well. Your gaze moves from the unconscious bodies in front of you to Red Hood.

You think maybe you should be scared but instead you feel that there’s something about him that seems familiar, strangely enough.

You’ve never seen him in action before, his name never wining you Bingo Bad Guy, but watching him fight someone much bigger than him gives you a sense of déjà vu.

A second passes and before Red Hood puts his guns away, cracking his knuckles and neck like he’s relieving some tension. The loud music has stopped playing now that the fight is over, mysteriously enough, and you hear more than see the other hostages running towards the exit, quickly calling out their thanks to Red Hood, not making the effort to approach him themselves.

You should probably follow their lead, but you’re rooted in your spot the same way Red Hood seems to be. Because now, now that the dust has settled, he simply stares at you like you’re some kind of puzzle. Or, at least, that’s what it feels like when he doesn’t move from his spot, only looking at you through the glowing eyes of his helmet. He’s big, bigger than the other vigilantes you’ve seen on the street. Might even be bigger than Batman, but maybe that’s pushing it. There’s something about the Dark Knight that makes him seem larger than life.

Anyway.

The Red Hood is big, period. And if he didn’t just come to your rescue, you’d be afraid of him.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” He says, breaking the silence.

“I didn’t think I had it in me, to be honest.” You place the baseball bat on the table nearest to you. “I, I just wanted to protect myself.”

“You’d have been a whole lot safer if you stayed put in the cage.”

And you frown at his words because he wasn’t there, he didn’t know what it felt like to be in there.

“It sure as heck didn’t feel safe.”

And again, he’s quiet, staring, probably mulling over your words. You try to find it in yourself to maybe apologize because he’s also right, you aren’t trained, you could have gotten hurt, but there’s also no promises that you wouldn’t have been hurt behind the bars. So, you keep your mouth shut as well, staring right back at him.

“Well, no use fighting over what’s done. You should probably get out of here.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re right. I should,” you begin, already making the first step away from everything, when you lose your balance, stumble, trip because your legs seem to have forgotten how to work. Red Hood’s fast, faster than you think is humanly possible because he catches you before you can join the Freak pile on the ground. And you would admire his quick reflexes, the strength in his hold, if you weren’t so mortified by what just happened. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.” You force yourself to push away from him. You’re shaking. “I, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Your adrenaline’s dropping.” Red Hood explains, hands still hovering like you’re going to fall again.

You let out a laugh. It’s a pitiful attempt to make light of whatever it is you’re feeling. “I can’t believe this happened. This never happens to me.”

“Unlucky night?”

“You could say that.” Your try to distract yourself, think of anything other than what just happened. Because you’re sure you’re going to cry once you finally wrap your head around everything that has happened, but you’ll be damned before you cry in front of Red Hood. You’ve embarrassed yourself enough, so you focus on something else, which happens to be his chest, on the bat symbol. There’s something off about it and before you know it, you’re reaching out.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Red Hood says, grabbing your wrist in his hand, making you feel the vast difference in your size. “Taser.”

“Oh. Wow. You’re really ready for anything, huh?” You have to crane your neck to look him in his glowing eyes and there’s that feeling in your gut telling you that you know him. That there’s something off, something different, but something familiar, too.

You have to think hard if you’ve ever come across anyone like Red Hood, if maybe you’ve passed by him on the street or served him coffee at the café, but nothing rings a bell. He’s just so tall, so big, that you feel like if you ever saw someone like that you’d remember.

“You should probably be heading home now.” The Red Hood breaks you out of your thoughts. He’s standing farther from you know, clearly having let go of your hand while you were trying to place him. “Do you have someone you can call to pick you up?”

“No…no. It’s fine. I can make it home on my own,” you say, still staring. Probably staring too much by now. But the nagging feeling is still there, and you don’t know if you’ll ever see him again so you can’t help but ask. “Do I…Have we met before?”

The question startles a laugh out of him, oddly enough. He shakes his head, hands on his hip.

“This is a first.” He says. “I’ve never been picked up by a hostage before.”

“Oh! Oh no, no.” You rush to say, face warm, realizing how your question sounded. “I, I just thought you were familiar is all.”

Red Hood snorts.

“Ugh. I’m just making a fool of myself here.” You grumble, hating that you listened to that little voice in your head. “I just thought that maybe we’ve crossed paths. I don’t know. It’s stupid.”

“It’s not.” He’s quick to say, his robot voice soft, empathetic. “I know what you mean. You’re the one who called for help, aren’t you?” He gestures to the bat on your neck, and you grab hold of it out of reflex, keeping it safe in the palm of your hand. “Where’d you get that?”

“It was a gift,” you start, staring at the bat symbol on his chest again. Would he know who you’re talking about? Would he know where he is? What’s happened to him? You have to know. Because you’ve gone too long without answers, without the means of finding out, so you take this chance. “I, uh, I got it from Robin.”

…

“But not the first one,” she says, shuffling her feat, clearly nervous, not confident with what she’s saying. “Or, like the one now. It was the second.”

And Jason thinks he knows what she’s talking about. He thought that maybe once he entered the scene, once he saw the person who had the tracker, his memories would come back, images flashing before his eyes in seconds, but they don’t. Instead, he’s left with that annoying feeling again. Only it’s not as strong as before. Looking at her, watching her fidget under his gaze, he knows that this is something he’s seen before. Something that used to amuse him, even.

There’s this need to tease her, to watch her scramble over her words, cheeks flaring.

But that’s it. He doesn’t remember her name or who she’s supposed to be.

But she knows him. Or she knew him. She knew Robin, at least, and that just leaves more questions than answers.

Which is annoying. But it’s also something. At least he knows that there’s a connection.

If he had given her a tracker, something that would immediately let him know if she was in any danger, then they were close. Friends, maybe. Could be something more but Robin was only a teenager, young and reckless, too focused on fighting bad guys and reading books in his spare time. No way did he have a girlfriend. Jason would never admit it but with what little memories he has of his childhood, he knows he wouldn’t have the balls to ask her out if he liked her.

So. Friend. That’s something. Another clue.

“Handy gift.” He says in a gruff tone. “You were lucky to have it.”

“A good luck charm,” she says fondly and again, again Jason knows he’s forgetting something.

But he doesn’t ask, can’t bring himself to because he’s not Robin anymore and he doesn’t know who this girl is and it’s late and there are police sirens blaring in the distance.

All signs are pointing to the fact that he should have left ages ago, left her to find her way back home.

But there’s that feeling again, the feeling that he shouldn’t let her walk back on her own. That it isn’t right. But that’s stupid. He let the others go off on their own, they probably called the police, too, let them know that there are people they need to lock up, the hard part of the job already taken care of.

“I should probably go,” she says, tucking the tracker back into her shirt. “I would hate to be here when these guys wake up.”

“Oh. They’re not getting up for a long time.” He made sure of it.

“I can’t imagine why they even risk wreaking havoc with you out there to stop them.” She mimes a punch, her form sloppy yet endearing. “I would run for the hills if I thought you were going to hit me let alone shoot at me.”

“You wouldn’t get far.” Jason pats his gun. “I’d find you.”

“Bet the tracker would make it pretty easy,” she grins. “Thanks for that, by the way. For coming to save me, us. I didn’t think anyone would.”

“It’s no big deal. Just ring the alarm and no matter what, I’ll come to you.”

…

Three days after your run in with the Freaks, you’re still thinking about him.

Red Hood.

Or should you say, your Robin.

Because it couldn’t have been a coincidence, it just couldn’t.

The brute strength, the fact that the bat buzzer led him to you, the fact that he’s still working with Batman, his words.

No matter what, I’ll come to you.

The promise hangs heavy in your heart, it’s one of the last things he’s said to you before disappearing off to who knows where. It still hurts, the memory of being left behind without warning. You thought you were friends, thought you mattered.

But he’d left.

And now he’s back. Maybe.

Definitely. You tell yourself. Definitely.

Because he was your friend, and he mattered and although it hurt, you still cared, still kept what little of him he left behind for you to hold, and that was enough. Enough for you to piece together what little you can to convince yourself that your Robin has come back as the Red Hood.

He just…he just doesn’t seem to know who you are. Not really.

The bat buzzer is cool against you skin and again, there’s that temptation to press the button just to see if he’ll come running to you. You don’t want to find yourself in another situation that calls for saving but you can’t imagine how else you’re going to find yourself in the same place as him.

Gotham City has gone to hell in the recent weeks, more so than usual, and you can only assume that Red Hood, along with the other vigilantes, have their hands full with saving other people and putting out fires. You think you’re lucky that someone got to you and the other hostages at all. You hate to imagine what would have happened if you didn’t have the tracker with you.

“He always finds me,” you tell yourself, looking out at Gotham’s night sky. You don’t think you’ll find him jumping from building to building this time, his clothes much darker than his Robin ensemble many years ago, blends in with the shadows better. “He’ll find me.”

Because he’s your Robin and even if you didn’t call for help, he was always there, waiting like it’s simply a coincidence, but you know, you always knew, that he’ll come looking. That somehow, someway, he’ll find his way back to you.

You just have to wait.

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Chapter 3

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nothorses · 6 months

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hey, sorry if this is a question you can't help with, but do you (or your follower-base) know how to figure out what surgeon would be most trustworthy for my top surgery. I'm in central florida (to narrow down the area a bit), and when i asked my providers (planned parenthood) about it, they were essentially like, "Well, we don't know anybody, but here's a recommendation letter!" so now I'm just aiming to figure out who to go to. Does anyone have any recommended-lists for doctors in the USA? I'd just google but I don't consider that trustworthy anymore. given the current politics i'm very wary of a doctor who claims they're trans-friendly but is just trying to screw me over. i don't know much about these sorts of things, I always thought I'd never be able to get surgeries. thank you for your time!!

I'll let folks respond to this with recs if they have them! (please do not send them to me in asks, though, I am drowning)

I will also say that some of the best localized resources available exist on Facebook. As much as the site is a nightmare in all ways, it's also very easy to find super niche groups (I'm in one specifically for top surgery in my state) and gather hyper-specific resources. Facebook's group privacy settings can also mean that more people are willing to share more sensitive info in private groups, and you may need that when looking for top surgeons.

Transbucket also includes information on the doctors who've performed their surgeries for this reason (links to surgeons also have all kinds of data, from where they're located, to satisfaction rates, to any associated transbucket posts!) My account is from before they locked stuff down recently, so I don't know what the process for getting one looks like now, but I have heard they've opened things up again. Definitely a good resource to explore. Try searching your state on the site if you do; this should produce everything linked to a surgeon located there.

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jaywaslost · 7 months

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Did it matter?

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This is a birthday gift for a dear friend of mine, the one and only @asukamood

I didn't expect to be posting it anywhere but after some convincing, here we are! While I do doubt this is gonna show up on anybody's feed or be read by many, I hope it's worth the time of whoever does. If there are any errors do forgive me please I haven't read this twice as I can't stand to view my own writing—

I've stalled long enough, enjoy!~

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Sypnosis:

It was over now, he didn't need to think of anything that happened in the past. Things have always been this way, Hacker would even say he hated and still hates the man with his entire soul!

The images infront of him only fueled that, but why did it hurt so badly?

Why did he still care?

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Hacker was losing his patience.

He’d been flipping through the channels on T.V for the last 2 hours, unable to find something interesting enough to settle on. His phone was dead and the charger nowhere to be found, but his laptop wasn’t much of an option either considering the fact Randy decided to “revoke his computer privileges” because his sleeping hours became even more oddly timed than before.

Why does it matter, anyway? He still got the recommended 8 hours, sometimes even more!

He scoffed remembering that conversation, but it was too late to really change anything. Could he steal it back? Probably, Randy never quite bothered to hide things from him or Bobby unless they could actually hurt them.

He kept losing his cigarette packs recently, which was quite odd considering he shouldn’t even know about them..

It’s fine, he was probably thinking too deeply into it.

The laptop was most likely just..out there in the open.

It would be so easy to grab.

..then again, h̶i̶s̶ d̶a̶d̶ Randy placed enough trust in him to leave it that way while he was out of the house. Hacker didn't want to lose that trust or even worse, disappoint the man.

He could make-do with the TV for now, that is if it stopped showing the most boring content ever.

Really, what was so interesting about a recent robbery and why was everyone talking about it?!

A robbery isn’t something new or even rare, quite the opposite. It didn’t make sense, if it was Nightmare’s doing the news would’ve already spread even faster than this so that idea was scrapped quickly.

Couldn’t be either of his “emotional support idiots” as he called them either, the outcome would’ve been similar if so.

Hacker buried his face in the cushions, considering going back to sleep at this point.

Bobby woke him up a few hours prior (he should’ve already been awake by then, as it was 3 in the afternoon but really, who would pass up a chance to sleep in? His boss did say he had the day off due to complications anyway so who cared, really.) telling him he and Randy were leaving, saying the older one asked if he wanted to come along or stay. He opted for the latter, too out of it to guarantee not embarrassing himself in front of h̶i̶s̶ b̶r̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ Bobby and giving him valid blackmail. The little gremlin would absolutely love that and he didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of it, really.

They planned to get groceries and maybe pass by a few other places, he made sure to remind them to buy him a charger replacement. It was stupid, neither of them had an iphone so he was left with no choice but to let it be which was irritating. How was he supposed to entertain himself properly? It was so boring alone, he couldn’t even talk to Blue to pass the time. Hacker was sure he figured it out by now but didn’t drop by as to not give away their location.

Time was passing by so slowly, Hacker felt like he spent days on the couch waiting. He almost regretted not going along with the other two, maybe he would’ve gotten a kick out of that and not gotten so bored. Knowing them, Bobby was probably rambling on and on about a new piece of minecraft merch he wanted and Randy, being himself, was unable to say no when he asked to buy it.

Seriously, did that kid not know how to calm down? He was gonna be the reason they ended up broke soon if it went on that way.

I̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶..n̶i̶c̶e̶. T̶h̶e̶y̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ h̶a̶p̶p̶y̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ w̶a̶y̶. I̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ c̶o̶m̶f̶o̶r̶t̶a̶b̶l̶e̶, t̶h̶e̶ m̶o̶s̶t̶ w̶e̶l̶c̶o̶m̶e̶ h̶e̶ h̶a̶d̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶ f̶e̶l̶t̶.

After nearly falling back asleep, Hacker finally mustered up the energy to stand up and move a little. Maybe that would make it a little less boring than just sitting there.

He didn’t have breakfast yet, so he headed to the kitchen. It was emptier by this time of the week after they got through everything, but at least there was still the ends of a bread loaf and some waffles in the freezer.

It took some time to decide but Hacker ended up just making a regular sandwich. Best not to end up throwing the bread out, not after their hard earned money was spent on it and it was perfectly fine anyway.

His focus was no longer on what was going on on the television, instead busy deciding if he wanted to go back to sleep after this until the other two returned or not.

Too busy thinking about what he was going to distract himself with, Hacker didn’t realize the knife in his hands ended up cutting his finger a little bit.

“Not again, I don’t even know if we have band aids this time..” he muttered, seeming more annoyed than anything. The cutting board had some of the blood on it now, he’s definitely getting questioned about that later on.

How much more entertaining could this day get?

Leaving his now abandoned breakfast on the counter he left to search for the box that should just about contain all of those.

They weren’t in the cabinets, nor were they in the bathroom or closet next to it.

There was a box in Bobby’s room but that was a last resort, he’ll get the silent treatment for a few days for using those over a small cut like this one but letting it be like this wasn’t much better.

It didn’t take much longer for Hacker to remember Randy kept some in a box under the TV.

All the way back in the living room.

And he went around the entire house for absolutely no reason.

None at all.

For a man who wanted to live so desperately he was starting to think death didn’t really sound all that bad.

With a sigh, he made his way back to check if there were any.

Sure enough, they were there.

A full box.

‘At least that wasn’t for nothing?’ he thought while opening it, finally covering the cut. Hacker knew he should’ve been more careful ,but the reminder was annoying regardless.

Whatever channel was on was still talking about the same topic, the words blurred together as he didn't care enough to focus on them.

That was until a certain name came up.

Hacker’s eyes snapped up to look at the screen as a cold sense of dread crept upon him.

There he was.

The same man he referred to as his ex constantly.

There was never an issue speaking about him vaguely, but for some reason seeing him after so long didn’t have the same effect.

A long time passed since they parted ways, Hacker would’ve forgotten the details if not for how they met in the first place.

It wasn’t…normal in any way but it could’ve been worse, a lot worse really.

He remembers looking around the room he woke up in, trying to figure out where he could be or see if there was anyone he knew.

Anyone who could help him figure out what happened, really. All he knew was that it was not where he remembered being a few moments prior.

After a comically long explanation, his eyes finally landed on someone who looked around the same age.

The man standing over him called the other, through the whispers of other people in that same room Hacker was able to figure out he was his son and that this man was the boss.

Apparently, his name was Colton.

Eyes still glued to what he was watching, Hacker listened attentively this time to what was being said.

Colton was handcuffed, saying some things he couldn’t decipher over the sound of the justice reigns employee speaking about the entire situation.

His eyes kept darting back to the blond instead of focusing on the words like he wanted to, but he caught enough to understand the gist of the situation.

After he returned back to his normal life, many questions about what happened came up. He was declared dead after a nasty crash, so how was he here and if it was faked then who would do that and why?

Hacker didn’t have the guts to answer at the time, he wasn’t sure he’d go into detail if asked now, either.

Apparently, one of Colton’s ‘minions’ was meant to go into a store and get something from the cashier, but they were seen and authorities were called after the citizen noticed how much more afraid she got as the conversation between them went on longer.

After the arrest, they couldn’t stay silent for long.

Everything about the gang finally came out, which led to the current situation at hand.

Hacker wasn’t sure how he felt about it. It was good, finally there was no need to think about the possibility of whatever website he was looking at being related to them, or being targeted as a possible threat and potentially even killed.

Part of him wasn’t so sure about that feeling, though. There was a slight panic at the back of his head, that same part of him didn’t want to see it happen.

He knew it would come so why did it feel strange?

Why did he feel like he..regret something?

There was nothing to regret in the first place.

W̶h̶y̶ w̶a̶s̶ h̶e̶ s̶t̶i̶l̶l̶ a̶t̶t̶a̶c̶h̶e̶d̶.

Feeling around for the remote to turn it off, he still couldn’t pull his eyes away from the screen.

From his face.

Hacker never saw him looking like this. Helpless, in a way.

Why did that make his heart hurt? There’s no reason for it.

It wasn’t like their time together was that good anyway, he knows it. Both of them knew it wasn’t healthy, but it was addicting. The thrill of something new and unexpected, the possibilities that came along with it and little feeling of control it gave.

T̶h̶e̶ a̶t̶t̶e̶n̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ h̶e̶ n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ g̶o̶t̶ b̶e̶f̶o̶r̶e̶.

I̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ a̶d̶d̶i̶c̶t̶i̶n̶g̶.

Whatever, what they could have been is in the past by now. He moved on and improved himself and his relationships.

..right?

He’d like to think so at least.

Whoever was speaking seemed to finish, as the camera focused on the cuffed man held in place by none other than Finch.

Hacker didn’t have any difficulty recognizing him really- Serious as ever, doing his job as usual without any unnecessary speech or pointless banter as he ordered around some others.

The man’s demeanor caught his attention very quickly but that was besides the current point.

Colton seemed to be thinking of something, and if Hacker knew anything about him is that whatever came out of his mouth next would either cause someone a crisis or get him into more trouble with the law.

He wasn’t stupid enough to go with the second guess, he knew better than that.

Somehow it was a mix of both, surprising and not at the same time.

Suddenly, he could no longer breathe.

Not a single sound came from him, he didn’t move a single inch.

Not even when the report ended, he and every other gang member was officially in custody of the police.

Why does he care?

..well, ‘care’ is a little much.

Hacker didn't know how he felt, if he had to be completely honest.

Despite being mostly happy about it at first he couldn’t help but consider how things would’ve been if that went differently.

If the past itself went differently.

From the moment he heard the name get mentioned, Hacker knew his fate was sealed.

Colton was to be executed for all the crimes he committed, nothing could get him out of the grave he dug for himself.

Not now.

It didn’t matter, that was fine.

Hacker wouldn’t be affected by it, if anything that’ll only further prove the fact he never actually killed anybody (what was the need to frame him, seriously wasn’t being ‘dead’ enough??).

He felt weird.

Whatever, it won’t last.

He’ll forget soon, he always does.

..The silence was getting irritating, but he didn’t really have any desire to move and put something else on, it would probably be something else that’s boring just like before either way so there wouldn’t be a point.

The food left on the counter now long forgotten, Hacker found himself thinking about some things. Past events that could have gone differently, how things would have gone.

What if he never got through the database that one day? What if he listened to the warnings and didn’t stick his nose where it didn’t belong?

He probably wouldn’t be in this situation now or before, they’d have had no interest in him.

Why was it so conflicting? It didn’t make sense anymore.

Not like it ever did, but this was new.

It didn’t take long for him to lose track of time, too engaged with considering the possibilities and chances that were missed.

Could there have been a time they were truly happy?

Why did Colton take interest in him? It’s not like he was boring or unattractive, quite the opposite really. But, with the way that man saw people it probably wasn’t very relevant compared to something else he saw. The question still remained as to what it was.

It wasn’t like he could get answers for that question, not now.

No use dwelling on it.

It had been a long time since that anyway.

Since the day they met, the fire had died by now.

He had no reason to crave it. The silence was messing with his head.

..He missed the late night conversations, the absurd topics that sometimes came up out of the blue. They were rarely ever peaceful or calm, but they were entertaining. A nice change. Colton was always the type not to waste time, discarding whatever seemed useless or bothered him even slightly the moment it did so, yet he kept Hacker around instead of ignoring him.

He didn’t need to, but he did.

T̶h̶e̶ t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶ o̶f̶ h̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ b̶a̶c̶k̶ w̶a̶s̶..p̶l̶e̶a̶s̶a̶n̶t̶ i̶n̶ a̶ w̶a̶y̶.

S̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ k̶e̶p̶t̶ h̶i̶m̶ a̶r̶o̶u̶n̶d̶. S̶u̶r̶e̶, i̶n̶s̶u̶l̶t̶s̶ a̶n̶d̶ a̶r̶g̶u̶m̶e̶n̶t̶s̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ t̶h̶r̶o̶w̶n̶ a̶r̶o̶u̶n̶d̶-̶ q̶u̶i̶t̶e̶ f̶r̶e̶q̶u̶e̶n̶t̶l̶y̶ a̶t̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶, b̶u̶t̶ h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ i̶g̶n̶o̶r̶e̶d̶. A̶t̶ l̶e̶a̶s̶t̶ n̶o̶t̶ f̶o̶r̶ t̶o̶o̶ l̶o̶n̶g̶.I̶t̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ b̶e̶ a̶ h̶u̶g̶e̶ l̶i̶e̶ t̶o̶ s̶a̶y̶ h̶e̶ d̶i̶d̶n̶'t̶ e̶n̶j̶o̶y̶ g̶e̶t̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ "s̶p̶e̶c̶i̶a̶l̶ t̶r̶e̶a̶t̶m̶e̶n̶t̶" a̶t̶ t̶h̶e̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶, n̶o̶t̶ g̶e̶t̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶e̶ s̶a̶m̶e̶ a̶s̶ a̶n̶y̶ o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ m̶e̶m̶b̶e̶r̶ i̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ g̶a̶n̶g̶. S̶o̶m̶e̶t̶i̶m̶e̶s̶ t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ h̶e̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'t̶ t̶e̶l̶l̶ i̶f̶ t̶h̶e̶ l̶o̶o̶k̶s̶ h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ g̶i̶v̶e̶n̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ t̶h̶o̶s̶e̶ o̶f̶ e̶n̶v̶y̶ f̶o̶r̶ h̶i̶s̶ p̶o̶s̶i̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ , b̶e̶i̶n̶g̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ t̶h̶e̶ l̶e̶a̶d̶e̶r̶'s̶ s̶o̶n̶ s̶o̶ i̶n̶t̶i̶m̶a̶t̶e̶l̶y̶ c̶a̶m̶e̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ i̶t̶s̶ b̶e̶n̶e̶f̶i̶t̶s̶ o̶f̶ c̶o̶u̶r̶s̶e̶, o̶r̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶ p̶i̶t̶y̶....

While they were never official per say, they acted the part frequently enough for Hacker to consider it that way. He found it funny how at the time it seemed to be the other’s first go at something like that, it was no wonder he couldn’t know how to act properly to make Hacker know his place and yet keep whatever they had going on alive.

He thought it would be safe to assume most of his..negative? Traits were due to the influence of his father. The man was truly one of the worst he ever had the misfortune of coming across.

The idea of being stared down at by that man, tied down in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere made his skin crawl.

..Did he ever know about them?

He knows he never said anything, it was unlikely Colton did either but he couldn’t help wondering if that was possible.

He was just a mere tool anyway, all of them knew that.

The reason he was kept living was the fact he was useful at the time, that was it.

It was good enough for him.

The realization of that stung at first but he came to terms with it eventually.

At the time it wasn’t expected to come up in conversation, but it did regardless and undeniably made him question some things.

It was during the end of his first month there. Hacker was still getting used to the new routine, which was quite boring but he couldn’t do anything about it even if he tried to (it wasn’t like he wanted to piss someone off, he was even more of a twig back then than he is now so there was no chance it would’ve ended well, thinking about it.). Wake up, take a shower and get your breakfast avoiding as many people as you could to not aggravate anybody then go see what Colton was up to and potentially even get a task assigned to him. Those “tasks” weren’t any easy feat by any means, although it was all digital Hacker wouldn’t be allowed to get up and do anything unless absolutely necessary before he was done. He was always watched to make sure nothing was leaked either, it was quite uncomfortable for a while. Energy draining, to say the least. (He wasn’t even allowed to sleep in after as compensation. Just how unfair was that?!)

That day though, instead of being busy with something as he usually would be whether it was ordering (or moreso berating) someone around or actually doing some things himself, Colton was just..spinning around on a chair seemingly bored with not much to do. When the door creaked open his gaze immediately landed on Hacker’s curious face.

“Your hair looks absolutely terrible, did you even look at a mirror before coming here?” he scoffed, sitting up properly instead of whatever deranged position he was in just moments prior. (How did his back not snap actually he never thought about that..)

“You flatter me so early in the morning” Hacker rolled his eyes, a normal greeting in their words consisted of that and occasionally some other pointless remarks so it was a good sign.

“Why did you come here to bother me already”

“Can’t I just see my favourite person in this entire place?”

“Cut the bull, what do you want”

“You <3”

“Maybe I should get rid of you by now-”

“No-”

“-it’s not really like anyone would care, no one is looking for you or into your supposed death anyway”

Hacker wanted to respond, but he couldn’t.

A good sign, he said. Clearly.

“Oh?” The previously bored man now seemed interested, his expression perked up when he realized the other didn’t respond but actually only looked towards the ground instead.

“Did I hit a nerve there?” Despite the question usually being used in a joking matter when mentioned in a conversation with any normal people or friends, Hacker could clearly tell he was being mocked.

It wasn’t the first time someone said he wasn’t cared for.

Why does it matter now.

Why did he freeze.

Colton got up and walked towards him before grabbing his hand and stroking it gently. He never did that without reason.

“Poor little Theodore, I heard there wasn’t even a proper funeral held for you”

“..”

“I doubt many, if anyone, would have attended though so it doesn’t matter that much, don’t you agree?”

Nothing.

“To most you were probably just that annoying person they wanted to get off their backs huh? I bet some were even happy with the news.”

How long did he plan to continue?.

“Annoying, in their way. Did you ever have many friends, actually? I don’t see a reason for that to be the case but I can’t help the curiosity”

“Stop it.”

“When were you the one in the position to demand things of me?”

Right. He wasn’t.

“I understand them, really. The reason I’ve kept you around is because you’ve been useful, I have no reason to hide that. I'm sure you already knew, though?”

He hoped it was just some sort of insecurity acting up.

Apparently it wasn’t.

He leaned closer, now speaking right into his ear.

Hacker would have usually liked the sensation, he wasn’t one to complain about a man he found so pretty willingly being so close to him (quite the opposite unsurprisingly) but this time it was chilling.

“If only you kept yourself in your own business, then this wouldn’t even have come up at all. I’d not need to put up with you still, you wouldn’t need to be told all of this. Maybe you’d have come to the realization yourself after some time hm? The reason few were there before you were “dead”, how no one is looking for you right now despite some details about the death not adding up. Honestly I’m not sure how they even made the mistakes that they did but it doesn’t matter, I digress. Won’t you humor me with a response?” He continued, Hacker could practically feel his smile growing wider.

Of course he’d want to hear that.

“..I think I’ll be leaving”

“What a shame, so fast today”

Colton moved away slightly, but grabbed the other’s chin to bring him closer for a few moments before letting him go.

While Hacker would usually find that nice, he didn’t feel the same about it this time. He wanted to just go.

“You can leave, but don’t forget to come back in a few hours. You’d get lonely so I doubt it’ll happen, but a reminder doesn’t hurt”

“Right..”

It didn’t need to be said, Hacker’s mood was ruined after that. He left quieter than usual after that, clearly not happy about what just happened. N̶o̶t̶ l̶i̶k̶e̶ h̶e̶ h̶a̶d̶ t̶h̶e̶ g̶u̶t̶s̶ t̶o̶ s̶a̶y̶ a̶n̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ i̶t̶.

It wasn’t like he didn’t already know but that didn’t make it better, the others in highschool made sure to remind him plenty. He heard it so much before and never cared, what was different this time?

He ended up back in his own room if it can really be called that considering how it felt more like a cell of sorts than anything (did these people not know what paint was?? Grey isn't the only colour for walls, seriously it was BEYOND boring! It was even chipped, come on!), still without an answer.

Why was Colton so amused seeing him react that way? It couldn’t be that entertaining, it sucked to be told that kind of thing.

Saying anything back may have ended with him dead, so he just..didn’t respond at all. It fueled the other even more to continue which was the opposite of what he was hoping for. Though again, it wasn’t all that surprising seeing what he is, why did he expect anything else? That was stupid.

Though, people are different anyway. Maybe he was having a bad day, so he couldn’t help but take it out on somebody right? It made sense, Colton was never the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. He trusted Hacker enough to show him that, if anything, the man should be proud, really. S̶t̶o̶p̶ m̶a̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ u̶p̶ e̶x̶c̶u̶s̶e̶s̶ f̶o̶r̶ h̶i̶m̶.

He was unharmed anyway, it was fine. Knowing the other, Hacker doubted anybody else would have managed to end the conversation there. But, he did. He was allowed to leave without too much trouble. He wasn’t hurt, Colton didn’t lay a harmful hand on him at any point despite some occasional threats of it. His….humor? was unique to say the least, finding what would usually be disturbing to be amusing instead. Though, it wasn’t his place to comment too much about that.

Some insults here and there are normal especially for a gang setting so he didn’t pay much mind to those, if anything a lack would be strange.

Nothing was wrong, but he couldn’t help feeling hurt.

It was so annoying.

It was all fine.

..How quickly was his supposed death handled?

Did his parents even know? Did they ask? Miss him? Search for him in hopes it was all fake?

If they did, would they have known?

Was there a possibility they cared enough to try s̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ looking for him in this situation he found himself in?

He wanted to humor that thought for a little longer, the thought he mattered to them enough for that.

I̶t̶ h̶u̶r̶t̶ t̶o̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ h̶a̶p̶p̶e̶n̶, b̶u̶t̶ i̶t̶ h̶u̶r̶t̶ e̶v̶e̶n̶ w̶o̶r̶s̶e̶ t̶o̶ t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ w̶a̶s̶ i̶t̶ f̶o̶r̶ h̶i̶m̶. K̶n̶o̶w̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ d̶i̶d̶n̶'t̶ e̶v̶e̶n̶ b̶a̶t̶ a̶n̶ e̶y̶e̶. I̶t̶ h̶a̶s̶ a̶l̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ b̶e̶e̶n̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶a̶y̶. A̶s̶ c̶h̶i̶l̶d̶r̶e̶n̶ o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ p̶e̶o̶p̶l̶e̶ g̶o̶t̶ i̶n̶t̶o̶ t̶r̶o̶u̶b̶l̶e̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ p̶a̶r̶e̶n̶t̶s̶ i̶f̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ a̶c̶t̶e̶d̶ o̶u̶t̶ a̶t̶ h̶o̶m̶e̶ o̶r̶ s̶c̶h̶o̶o̶l̶, H̶a̶c̶k̶e̶r̶ W̶I̶S̶H̶E̶D̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ c̶a̶r̶e̶d̶ e̶n̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ t̶o̶ s̶c̶o̶l̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶ a̶t̶ a̶l̶l̶. M̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ h̶e̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'t̶ b̶e̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ d̶a̶m̶a̶g̶e̶d̶.

"F̶r̶e̶e̶d̶o̶m̶" w̶a̶s̶n̶'t̶ a̶s̶ n̶i̶c̶e̶ a̶s̶ p̶e̶o̶p̶l̶e̶ t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶ i̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶, h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶n̶'t̶ "l̶u̶c̶k̶y̶" t̶o̶ b̶e̶ a̶l̶l̶o̶w̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ a̶t̶ a̶n̶y̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶, h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶n̶'t̶ a̶l̶l̶o̶w̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶, i̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ n̶o̶b̶o̶d̶y̶ n̶o̶t̶i̶c̶e̶d̶.

S̶o̶m̶e̶t̶i̶m̶e̶s̶, i̶t̶ l̶o̶o̶k̶e̶d̶ l̶i̶k̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ e̶v̶e̶n̶ p̶r̶e̶f̶e̶r̶r̶e̶d̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶.

H̶i̶m̶ d̶i̶s̶a̶p̶p̶e̶a̶r̶i̶n̶g̶.

He left years ago, why is he thinking about this at all?

He didn’t like it.

W̶h̶a̶t̶ d̶i̶d̶ h̶e̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶ d̶o̶ f̶o̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶ t̶o̶ n̶o̶t̶ s̶t̶a̶n̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶ a̶t̶ a̶l̶l̶ w̶h̶a̶t̶ d̶i̶d̶ h̶e̶ d̶o̶ f̶o̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶ t̶o̶ n̶o̶t̶ c̶a̶r̶e̶ n̶o̶t̶ e̶v̶e̶n̶ o̶n̶e̶ b̶i̶t̶ w̶h̶y̶ d̶i̶d̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ e̶l̶s̶e̶ g̶e̶t̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ d̶i̶d̶ h̶e̶ g̶o̶ w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶ w̶h̶y̶w̶a̶s̶i̶t̶h̶i̶m̶w̶h̶y̶d̶i̶d̶n̶'t̶t̶h̶e̶y̶c̶A̶R̶E̶-̶

His head hurt.

A nap wouldn’t hurt would it?

If he was needed, he’d be woken up.

A few words wouldn’t hurt after, he probably didn’t rest well enough that night.

Yea, that's why he was unsettled.

T̶h̶e̶ r̶e̶a̶s̶o̶n̶ h̶e̶ t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ C̶o̶l̶t̶o̶n̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ a̶ s̶e̶c̶o̶n̶d̶ t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶ w̶h̶e̶n̶ i̶t̶ c̶a̶m̶e̶ t̶o̶ h̶i̶s̶ f̶e̶e̶l̶i̶n̶g̶s̶.

It wasn’t like he’d be hurt over it anyway, T̶h̶e̶y̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'t̶ b̶e̶ b̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶d̶, h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ e̶a̶s̶y̶ e̶n̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ t̶o̶ s̶c̶a̶r̶e̶. Colton wouldn’t let it happen. ...h̶e̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'t̶. R̶i̶g̶h̶t̶?̶.

Definitely, he had no doubt.

It’ll be okay once he wakes up, forgetting this even happened.

Who knows, maybe he could even get an apology!~

Or that was just wishful thinking, either way it was fine. I̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶ o̶n̶l̶y̶ t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ d̶i̶s̶t̶r̶a̶c̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ h̶i̶m̶ f̶r̶o̶m̶ a̶l̶l̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ h̶a̶p̶p̶e̶n̶, h̶e̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'t̶ g̶u̶a̶r̶a̶n̶t̶e̶e̶ s̶t̶a̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ s̶a̶n̶e̶ i̶f̶ h̶e̶ s̶a̶t̶ d̶o̶w̶n̶ a̶n̶d̶ t̶r̶u̶l̶y̶ a̶c̶k̶n̶o̶w̶l̶e̶d̶g̶e̶d̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ s̶i̶t̶u̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶. D̶i̶s̶a̶s̶s̶o̶c̶i̶a̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ i̶t̶ e̶n̶t̶i̶r̶e̶l̶y̶ w̶a̶s̶ b̶e̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ f̶o̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶ a̶l̶l̶.

I̶f̶ h̶e̶ d̶i̶e̶d̶ h̶e̶r̶e̶, t̶h̶e̶n̶ s̶o̶ b̶e̶ i̶t̶. A̶t̶ l̶e̶a̶s̶t̶ h̶e̶ d̶i̶d̶n̶'t̶ d̶o̶ s̶o̶ a̶l̶o̶n̶e̶, s̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ b̶y̶ h̶i̶s̶ s̶i̶d̶e̶.

..D̶o̶e̶s̶ i̶t̶ t̶r̶u̶l̶y̶ e̶v̶e̶n̶ c̶o̶u̶n̶t̶?̶

..Hacker was starting to consider requesting some sleeping pills, his mind was running wild again.

It was annoying and pointless.

It’ll be fine when he’s awake, everything will be normal again.

This won’t matter, it’ll never come up again.

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