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29. Pounding Headache (Alt 3)
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“Hopefully this second crew should be here shortly and we can get you both off to hospital. Have you got someone to come and be with the kids?”
"Kit and Bug are seventeen."
“I’m sure it would be nice for them to have someone with them?”
"I don't know if anyone replied." He was starting to get more than a little tired of the situation, the nausea still there and the pain creeping in.
“Do you want us to call someone?”
"Maybe, yeah."
“How’s that pain? Do you want something?”
Harrison struggled to pay attention to the paramedic, rubbing his face with a groan. "Wait, what? I didn't get that."
“Painkillers?”
"For me?"
“Yeah, for you. If you’ve got pain.”
He dropped his head to his hands. "Yeah, a bit."
“I’ll get you something for that, then.”
As the paramedic busied himself sorting drugs, Harrison turned to Alfie. "Bug? Can…can you call Grandad Steve? Or one of your uncles?"
Alfie nodded. “Yeah, I’ll call them.” He said softly.
"Thanks, Bug." He forced a watery smile. "You're doing amazing."
“Are you gonna be okay?” He asked, unable to help himself.
"Me?" His heart broke, and he stretched a hand out. "Ah, Bug, come here."
“You look like shit.” He mumbled, reaching for his Dad’s hand.
He squeezed it tight. "I'm okay, I promise. I've just got a headache, just a little bit of blood. I'm always, always, not very well for a bit after I hit my head, but then I'm better the next day. I'm even better from a few minutes ago."
While it wasn’t a lie, it wasn’t entirely the truth. The nausea had subsided, but the pain was overwhelming. He forced himself to give Alfie a smile, trying to make it seem okay.
“Still, though. Can we go with you?”
"Do you not want to stay here? Someone will come be with you."
“I don’t want to leave you.”
"You know I'll be okay." He promised. "I'll ask, yeah? You should be okay to."
He hesitated then. “Levi.”
"Mm?"
“Can he come? Or should we stay with him?” Alfie didn’t know what to do, too used to his Dads taking control. But now both of them weren’t well, and he wasn’t sure how to cope.
"What does he want to do?"
He shrugged. "I don't know."
Harrison sighed, doing his best to not snap. It wasn’t Alfie's fault, and he could see his son was stressed and worried about them, but the pounding headache that had settled was testing his patience.
"Go speak to Leaf, call your grandad, and then come back." He said.
The second crew arrived as Alfie headed through to the kitchen, and Harrison couldn't help the groan. The extra people just added to the noise and activity, and couldn't be arsed to deal with it. He didn't bother raising his head as the first paramedic crouched by him again, wordlessly holding his arm out for the medication.
"There you go, give that a moment to work, okay?"
His noise in agreement was more of a groan than a hum, his eyes closed as he rested his head back in his hands.
Alfie was glad to get away from the noise for a minute, as the second crew arrived and started to fuss. It was overwhelming and all just too much. He didn’t know where his little brother was, or his twin, but he gripped the kitchen counter, tears suddenly springing to his eyes. He pulled out his phone, dialling for Steve. He’d help, he always did.
Steve answered quickly, his heart breaking. "Alfie? I'm on my way, I'm not going to be long."
“Grandpa Steve?” He whimpered, trying so desperately to stop the tears.
"Hey, it's okay. You're okay. I know it's scary. You're being so brave, though."
“I don’t know what to do. I-I want to go with them but I don’t know about Kieran and Levi and everything and what if I’m not allowed to go, or they make me leave in hospital, and what if they’re not okay and they ask me questions and…” He trailed off, totally overwhelmed.
"It's okay. Where's Hars? Is he taking to the ambulance now? Why don’t you ask him when he's free? See what he thinks, hmm?"
He sniffed. “I can’t. He’s… he’s hurt too, they’re both not well. They called a second ambulance.”
Steve took a second, of course his son wouldn't make things easy. "What did he do?"
“I… I don’t know, he said he fell? Hit the kitchen c-cabinets and hit his head. He’s been sick, and it’s bleeding everywhere, and there’s paramedics with him too and I don’t know what to do, because I dont want to leave him but I don’t want to leave Kieran and Levi if they don’t want to come and I don’t want them to see me like this, not Levi.”
"Bug, take a breath. It's okay." Steve soothed. "Harrison has always been sick when he hits his head, he always has been. And head injuries, however small, bleed a lot. You split your head open when you were younger, and it looked like you'd tipped a bottle of juice on the floor. I know it's scary, you're being so brave. So, so brave."
“I don’t know what to do.”
"Just take a moment, take a deep breath, breathe it all out. You're being so brave, Alfie. You're doing really well."
Alfie forced a deep breath, fighting against the sobbing, and managed to get a little bit of control. “Sorry.”
"Don't apologise, you're okay."
“I… I don’t know what to do.”
"You don't need to do anything, you're okay."
“But I do.”
"Not right now. Get yourself a glass of water and take a moment."
“But Dads…”
"They're being looked after, aren't they?" He said softly. "I'm only a few minutes away.
He sniffed again. “I guess.”
"Think what your Dads would say."
“He just said to call you.”
"So that I could do the thinking for you, so you didn't have to worry."
“I need to find Levi.”
"He'll be around."
“The house is so busy.”
"I know, it will be. They're just doing their job."
“I don’t like it.”
"I know, kiddo. I know. Is the front door unlocked?"
“Yeah.”
"Alright. Did you get your glass of water?"
“No.” He admitted.
"Get that for me, okay? I'm just pulling into the estate now."
“Okay.” He mumbled, reaching into the cupboard for a glass.
"Thank you."
He filled it with water, sniffing again and trying to stop the tears. “Sorry.”
"Don't apologise, Alfie. You're doing really well."
“Are you nearly here?”
"Just parking, kiddo."
“Okay.”
Steve didn't put the phone down until he was inside, calling through to the living room but heading straight for the kitchen. He pulled Alfie in for a hug, holding his grandson close.
Alfie wrapped his arms around him. “Thank you.” He mumbled.
"You're okay, you’re okay." He murmured. "You've been so brave."
“I should find Kieran and Levi.”
"I'll go get them, you stay here, hmm?"
“Okay.”
"I won't be long." He promised.
Alfie nodded, feeling infinitely guilty. It should be him helping, not Steve, but he felt rooted to the spot.
Steve headed upstairs, where he found Levi and Kieran. The older brother was comforting Levi, keeping him distracted. The relief was so obvious on his face as he saw Steve, dropping the tablet and rushing at his grandfather.
"Grandad!"
"Hey, Kit." He pulled him in for a hug, Levi quickly joining them. "And Levi, there we go. You two are okay."
Levi pulled back, moving to sit on his bed again. "Are dads really sick?"
Steve sighed. "Tai's doing a lot better, but he'll have to go in with having such a low. And Hars, the idiot, he's always been sick when he hits his head. He always has, always used to have my life with it. So he'll have to go and get checked, but it probably just looks worse than it is."
Kieran dropped his head. "Is Alfie okay? I'm sorry, I had to leave, I couldn't…it was just…I'm sorry, I -"
"Hey, it's okay." Steve's heart broke, and he reached to rub Kieran's back. "You don't need to apologise. He's just worried about you two. Obviously your dads are going to have to go in the ambulance, but do you want to go with them?"
Kieran paled. "In the ambulance?"
"No, no. You don't have to, you can come with me in the car."
He let out a shaky breath. "Okay."
"Could I go with dad?"
"I'm sure you'll be allowed, Leaf." Steve gave him a smile. "Right, I'm gonna go check on them, make sure they're behaving now, eh? Why don’t you two stay up here? Maybe grab your dads' hospital bags, just in case?"
"We can do that." Kieran nodded. "Thanks, grandad."
"You're welcome, Kit. Just give me a shout if you need anything, okay? I love you boys."
Happy they were okay enough upstairs, Steve returned downstairs. He popped his head back into the living room, taking a second as he finally noticed the state of the room.
"You've made an impressive mess, kid." He sighed. "You alright, Tai?"
Tai gave a shrug. "Been better. Think Hars is worse than me."
Harrison cracked an eye open in his direction. "Oh. Hi dad."
He walked over to Harrison's side. "How are you feeling?"
He learned into his arm on his shoulder. "Fucking shit. I feel like my head is going to explode. And they've even been nice and given me morphine."
"Not good, eh?" He winced as he caught sight of the lac the paramedic was cleaning. "You've done a pretty number there, what happened?"
Harrison didn't answer for a moment, all too aware Steve would see through his lies. "I hit my head on the counter."
"Was it your leg again?" Tai asked from across the room.
"Mm. Something like that."
"Harrison." Steve warned.
"Ooh, full name. I'm in trouble."
Tai snickered from the other sofa. "Uh oh."
"What happened, Hars?" He hated the thought, the worry that he might have been drinking, but Harrison knew better, was better. He knew that really.
"It wasn't his fault." He said quietly.
Tai frowned. "Who?"
Harrison closed his eyes. "You wouldn't let me help you, I asked to do your sugars and I was in the way."
"No." Tai was pale, the nausea overwhelming.
"Oh, Hars."
"You didn't mean it, I know you didn't." His voice wavered and he took a shaky breath. "You wanted past me, I guess. You…you shoved me pretty hard."
The room was silent. Harrison didn't dare to raise his head, couldn't bring himself to look at his husband. Tai, on the other hand, couldn't look away. He could feel the panic in his chest, and the monitor was quick to protest.
"Hars." His voice cracked, his emotion obvious. He didn't yet trust his legs to hold him up, but all he wanted was to hold his husband. "Hars, love, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I wouldn't have…I don’t… I'm sorry."
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Official Sicktember 2023 Prompt List!
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Prompts:
1. Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care
2. Quest for a Cure
3. "What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?"
4. Hiding an Illness
5. Preventative Measures (Not Taken)
6. Sick and Injured
7. “You’re a Jerk When You’re Sick”
8. Persistent Fever
9. White Coat Syndrome
10. “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy”
11. Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick
12. Old Wives Tale
13. Anxious Stomach
14. ‘‘I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am’’
15. Sick in an Inconvenient Place
16. Consulting the Internet/Web MD
17. Magical Remedy/Healing Potion
18. “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”
19. Curled Up With a Pet
20. Cramping Pain
21. "But if you stay, you'll get sick too"
22. Terms of Endearment/Nicknames
23. Coughing Fit
24. “Did you just sneeze?”
25. Confused/Disoriented
26. Pink Eye/Conjunctivitis
27. Uncooperative Patient
28. “I should have stayed home”
29. Side Effects/Adverse Reaction
30. Patient 0
Alts.
“I Could Really Use a Hug Right About Now”
Fuzzy Socks
Pounding Headache
Forehead Kisses
“I’m so sorry”
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new years day.
• pairing : yuuta x afab!reader
• tags : mdni, smut, creampie, drunk!reader, drunk!yuuta, afab!reader, aged up au
• a/n : heres a rare drabble for new years!! i dont write much due to me starting a project then i kinda just forget about it and/or have no more motivation to finish but i was able to get this done in one sitting 💪💪
• wc : 488
• inspired by new years day by taylor swift
you had just regained consciousness. you quickly looked at the clock 1:06 am. then it hit you what you were doing. yuuta was pounding into you with no mind. you both were drunk as hell and you dont remember how you got yourself here. you were at makis new years party with yuuta and a few guys were getting too close to you and yuuta didnt like that, so what ended you up in this predicament? you felt the coil soon to snap as yuuta kept pounding, squelching could be heard as the slaps from skin on skin burned, only for a quick second. you felt closer to your high as yuuta kept going balls deep, back and fourth.
"yuu-" you panted "im close" short, hot breaths that only made him go faster.
you soon felt yourself orgasm and yuuta followed suit, hitting his orgasm as well as all his cum shot into you. he pumped a few more times but slower and more sloppy, he fell on top of you soon after. you looked around to see where you were at, makis room. your gonna have to apologize for this later but nows not the time. you felt your eyes get heavy as yuuta was probably already asleep on top of you. you just sighed and fell asleep with him.
it was the morning. you felt yuuta run his hands through your hair a few times while lightly saying your name.
"y/n.. its time to get up. we have to go soon."
your eyes fluttered open as you looked at yuuta. you quickly sat up and regretted it quickly as nausea filled your stomach, here comes the inevitable hang-over. you drank too much last night and regret it horribly. you look at the time on the clock. 7:29 am.
you slowly got up and put your clothes back on. you walked out of makis room with yuuta and went down the stairs. there were a few girls carrying their heels. glitter all over the floor with candle wax from freshly blown out candles. you decided to help clean a few bottles on the floor before the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and cherry blossom reeked and you started to get a headache from the mix. you leaned your head on yuutas shoulder as you two walked to the front entrance.
you grabbed your own heels from the front entrance and put them on as your taxi arrived. you and yuuta walked out and got inside as he told the taxi driver to your house. yuuta held onto your hand in the back seat and squeezed it one, two, three times as you spoke to him.
"yuuta, please dont ever become a stranger to me. i want to spend my midnights with you."
he looked at you with a gleam in his eye as he muttered to you
"never, never would i leave you y/n."
made by @belovedstarrs do not copy or use in any way without permission
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From heart disease to IUDs: How doctors dismiss women’s pain
Several studies support the claim that gender bias in medicine routinely leads to a denial of pain relief for female patients for a range of health conditions
One woman was told she was being “dramatic” when she pleaded for a brain scan after suffering months of headaches and pounding in her ears. It turned out she had a brain tumor. Another was ignored as she cried out in pain during a 33-hour labor. She was supposed to be getting pain medication through her epidural, but it had fallen out. Dozens of women complained of torturous pain as their vaginal walls were punctured during an egg retrieval process. They were told their pain was normal, but, in actuality, they were getting saline instead of anesthesia. These are just some of the stories of women who say their pain and suffering has been dismissed or misdiagnosed by doctors. Although these are anecdotal reports, a number of studies support the claim that women in pain often are not taken as seriously as men.
This year, the Journal of the American Heart Association reported that women who visited emergency departments with chest pain waited 29 percent longer than men to be evaluated for possible heart attacks. An analysis of 981 emergency room visits showed that women with acute abdominal pain were up to 25 percent less likely than their male counterparts to be treated with powerful opioid painkillers. Another study showed that middle-aged women with chest pain and other symptoms of heart disease were twice as likely to be diagnosed with a mental illness compared with men who had the same symptoms. “I was told I knew too much, that I was working too hard, that I was stressed out, that I was anxious,” said Ilene Ruhoy, a 53-year-old neurologist from Seattle, who had head pain and pounding in her ears. Despite having a medical degree, Ruhoy said she struggled to get doctors to order a brain scan. By the time she got it in 2015, a tennis ball-sized tumor was pushing her brain to one side. She needed surgery, but first, she rushed home, hugged her 11-year-old daughter and wrote her a letter to tell her goodbye.
Ruhoy did not die on the operating table, but her tumor had grown so large it could not be entirely removed. Now, she has several smaller tumors that require radiation treatment. She said many of her female patients have had experiences similar to hers. “They’re not validated with regards to their concerns; they’re gaslit; they’re not understood,” she said. “They feel like no one is listening to them.”
Doubts about women’s pain can affect treatment for a wide range of health issues, including heart problems, stroke, reproductive health, chronic illnesses, adolescent pain and physical pain, among other things, studies show. Research also suggests that women are more sensitive to pain than men and are more likely to express it, so their pain is often seen as an overreaction rather than a reality, said Roger Fillingim, director of the Pain Research and Intervention Center of Excellence at the University of Florida. Fillingim, who co-wrote a review article on sex differences in pain, said there are many possible explanations, including hormones, genetics and even social factors such as gender roles. Regardless, he said, “you treat the pain that the patient has, not the pain that you think the patient should have.”
Women say reproductive health complaints are commonly ignored
Women often cite pain bias around areas of reproductive health, including endometriosis, labor pain and insertion of an intrauterine device, or IUD. When Molly Hill made an appointment at a Connecticut clinic in 2017 to get an IUD, she said she was warned it would be uncomfortable, but she was not prepared for “horrific” pain. Hill, now 27 and living in San Francisco, recalled that during the procedure, she began crying in pain and shouted at the doctor to stop. “We’re almost done,” she said the doctor told her and continued the procedure. “It was full-body, electrifying, knife-stabbing pain,” she said. After it was done, she said she lay sobbing on the table in physical and emotional pain. “It felt violating, too, to have that pain that deep in your core where you feel the most vulnerable.”
Studies consistently show that women who have not experienced vaginal birth have much higher pain during IUD insertion compared with women who have given birth. A Swedish study found that among 224 women who had not given birth, 89 percent reported moderate or severe pain. One in six of the women said the pain was severe. Although numbing agents and local anesthetics are available, they are rarely used.
In some cases, women have sued physicians for ignoring their pain. Dozens of women sued Yale University claiming that during an egg harvesting procedure at its infertility clinic, they were supposed to be receiving the powerful painkiller fentanyl. But some women were getting only diluted pain medication or none at all, according to lawsuits filed in the state Superior Court in Connecticut. Later, the clinic discovered a nurse had been stealing vials of fentanyl and replacing the painkiller with saline solution. The nurse pleaded guilty last year and was sentenced for tampering with the drugs. One of the plaintiffs, Laura Czar, wrote about her experience for Elle magazine, describing it as “a horrible, gut-wrenching pain,” and told a doctor at the time, “I can feel everything you’re doing.” Despite her protests, the doctor continued. Yale said in a statement that it “deeply regrets” the women’s distress and has “reviewed its procedures and made changes to further oversight of pain control and controlled substances.”
Racial disparities in pain management
For Sharee Turpin, the pain of sickle-cell disease sometimes feels like tiny knives slicing her open. Sickle cell disease is an inherited blood disorder that can cause suffering so severe, its attacks are called “pain crises.” But when Turpin, who is Black, experiences a pain crisis, the 34-year-old does not rush to the ER in Rochester, N.Y. Instead, she combs her hair, mists some perfume and slips on her “Sunday best” in hopes that the doctors and nurses won’t peg her as a drug seeker, she said. Sometimes, Turpin gets a care team that understands her pain. Other times, she is treated as a bother. “I’ve even been told ‘shut up’ by a nurse because I was screaming too loud while I was in pain,” she said.
Abundant research shows racial bias in pain treatment. A 2016 study found half of white medical students and residents held at least one false belief about biological differences between Blacks and Whites, and were more likely to underestimate Black patients’ pain. “The management of pain is one of the largest disparities that we see between Black people and White people in the American health-care system,” said Tina Sacks, an associate professor at the University of California at Berkeley and author of “Invisible Visits: Black Middle-Class Women in the American Healthcare System.”
Labeling women “hysterical” or blaming psychological causes
Research shows men in chronic pain tend to be regarded as “stoic” while women are more likely to be considered “emotional” and “hysterical” and accused of “fabricating the pain.” Carol Klay, a 68-year-old from Tampa, had endured years of chronic pain from arthritis, degenerative disk disease and spinal stenosis. During a hospital stay last year, her doctor noted in her medical record that she was crying “hysterically.” Klay said she was crying because she was unable to sit, stand or walk without agony, and the doctor had removed morphine from her cocktail of pain medications. She wonders whether the doctor “would have called me hysterical if I was a man,” she said. Tampa General Hospital said it could not discuss specific patients, but stated: “Patient treatment plans, including medication orders to reduce pain, are prescribed by multi-disciplinary clinical teams.” Research shows women’s physical pain is also often attributed to psychological causes.
Jan Maderios, a 72-year-old Air Force veteran from Chipley, Fla., said the trauma of having pain dismissed by doctors has stayed with her for years. She saw about a dozen doctors in the early 1970s for pelvic pain. When clinicians could not identify the cause of her pain, she was referred to a psychiatrist.
“You start to doubt yourself after so many medical experts tell you there’s nothing wrong with you,” she said. After a hysterectomy in 1976, Maderios learned that fibroid tumors in her uterus had been the source of her pain. She said learning her pain was real — and physical — “made all the difference in the world.”
Why women’s pain complaints often aren’t taken seriously
During a 33-hour labor with her first child in 2011, Anushay Hossain, 42, of D.C., opted for epidural pain relief but said she still felt it all — every contraction, every cramp and every dismissal of her pain by her medical team. The doctor reassured her that she was getting the maximum dosage of pain medication.
In fact, she wasn’t getting any at all. She said her epidural had slipped out. By the time the error was caught, she was shaking uncontrollably and in need of an emergency Caesarean section, she said. “There’s a pain gap, but there’s also a credibility gap,” said Hossain, author of “The Pain Gap: How Sexism and Racism in Healthcare Kill Women.” “Women are not believed about their bodies —period.”
This pain gap may stem, in part, from the fact that women have historically been excluded from medical research. It wasn’t until 2016 that the National Institutes of Health (NIH) required sex to be considered as a biological variable in most studies it funded. “We’re making progress,” said David Thomas, special adviser to the director of NIH’s Office of Research on Women’s Health. “But we do have a long way to go because there’s this whole institutional approach to doing research — pain and beyond — where it tends to be male-focused.”
Nearly 95 percent of U.S. medical school students said instruction on sex and gender differences in medicine should be included in curriculums, according to a 2015 survey. But only 43 percent said their curriculum had helped them understand those differences and only 34.5 percent said they felt prepared to manage them in a health-care setting.
“It is changing, but it’s changing very slowly,” said Janice Werbinski, immediate past president of the American Medical Women’s Association and chair of the mentorship committee of the association’s Sex and Gender Health Collaborative.
How women can advocate for better pain care
It took decades to solve the mystery of Maureen Woods’s chronic pain. Woods, 64, of Myersville, Md., started having joint pain in her teens and, over the years, told dozens of doctors her pain was “debilitating,” she said. Some told her it was all in her head. In 2017, she was diagnosed with hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, a connective tissue disorder often causing loose joints, dislocations and chronic pain. She said women who are not being heard should keep advocating for themselves. “You have to go with your gut — something is wrong and I need to find a doctor who can figure it out,” she said. Marjorie Jenkins, dean of the University of South Carolina School of Medicine Greenville, urged women against feeling pressured to accept an “everything is normal” non-diagnosis. “If your provider does not appear to be listening to you or believing what you’re saying, then you need a new provider,” Jenkins said. “You are the client, you are the customer and you are the owner of your health.”
Women can also take a family member, friend or other support person who can corroborate their stories, said Alyson McGregor, an emergency medicine professor at the University of South Carolina School of Medicine Greenville and author of the book “Sex Matters: How Male-Centric Medicine Endangers Women’s Health and What We Can Do About It.” Particularly in emergency departments, she said, there can be an inherent bias. “There’s this assumption that women are emotional and they’re anxious and that that’s the main issue,” she said.
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FOR YOUR EVENT!!!! I'M SO EXCITED YAYAYAYYYYY
okokok so from the lists, could I haveeee
29. giggling while kissing (from the kisses prompt list)
and from the dialogue list let's do...
136. did you enjoy yourself last night?
111. delete it. now.
(and i'm not sure if you wanted me to include a character or not, but either way i trust your judgement!! congrats again <33333)
*screams and kicks and cries about how much I love this* also went with Tsumu bc. Like. He’s my husband 🧡
tw!! suggestive content for comedic purposes. Nothing is done, but the verbiage is definitely suggestive!! Also tw hangover, drinking is mentioned.
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You woke up with a pounding headache.
It wasn’t like you had more than a few glasses of wine, but you knew when Inarizaki had reunions, no one was safe from the party; even Shinsuke, who goes to bed at 9:30 because he’s a man of absolutely uncontrollable patterns.
Unfortunately, for you, Inarizaki reunions meant Suna Rintaro was there, and you were determined to drink him under the table any chance you got. He’s a great friend, been yours for years, but screw him and his stupid cocky self that you’ve got to set into place every few months.
Pounding headaches and blurry nights were definitely a price, but at the end of it all, it’s definitely an event you wouldn’t pass up for the world.
Even as your entire being feels like it’s covered in bricks.
“Morning, my baby,” the sweet, yet somehow still cocky voice of your boyfriend croons into your ear. His warm breath spans over your cheek, and you whine and cover your head with the pillow.
“Your breath reeks,” you grumble, desperate to ignore his snickers. “Can you give me fourteen seconds before you’re the bane of my existence?”
“I’m sure I can,” he teases, and god he’s lucky he’s so cute because the smirk in his voice makes you want to whack him with a pillow. “I’m not gonna, but I can.”
“You’re such a disappointment,” you snip, and that’s prompted with a soft kiss against your aching temple. That, finally, does have you melting, and you whimper softly before turning your head to bury into his chest. He holds you lovingly, letting you settle against him. “No wonder ‘Samu’s the favorite child.”
“‘Samu’s the favorite because of pity,” he says simply, and you giggle in his chest dopily. From his chest, you hear his outer arm paw for his phone on the bedside table, and you mewl once the comforting weight settles back against your shoulders.
“So,” he says, nosing at your hairline. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”
“So much,” you say, voice warbled from the way your lips are smooshed against his chest. “Too much.”
“I know,” he teases, and once again, you want to smack the smirk off his face with the pillow. “You were definitely the life of the party last night. Off your rocker completely.”
“Hm?”
He pauses, and you feel a certain queasiness settle in your heart.
“Definitely had me in surprise. Thought Osamu was gonna have a stroke. Definitely glad Sunarin caught it on video, otherwise you may not believe me.”
Fuck. What did you do?
“Please, whatever it is, be nice about it,” you beg, now hiding your face from him not to be comfortable, but to hide your embarrassment.
“Don’t worry, I’m not mad about it,” he assures.
Why would he be mad about whatever it was?
Then, from his phone, you hear your voice in a drunken stupor, wailing on and on about how much you love Atsumu, and you’re blessed to have him and how definitely some unsavory things that absolutely should not have been said aloud, in public.
But nothing that would cause such a strange reaction; Sunarin was always known to catch you at your worst, even if it is flirting with-
“Yer damned boyfriend is gonna come out here and kick my ass if you don’t stop.”
“Yeah, and I’m gonna film the whole thing,” Suna snorts from behind the camera.
“I wanna lick your abs.”
“ATSUMU!”
Osamu.
You were flirting with Osamu, thinking he was Atsumu.
Instantly, immediately, your eyes fly open and you scramble as far as you can away from your blonde boyfriend, eyes wide as saucers while he cackles at your expense. Your chest heaves and you feel bile rushing up your throat, horrified for the trauma you probably caused the other twin.
“You are sooo into me,” he wheezes, pointing and laughing at you.
“Fuck you, this isn’t funny!” You wail, burying your face in your hands. “Oh, my god, your teammates must think I’m fucking feral! I’ll never be able to show my face again! Fuck!” Your voice, snow hiked in a snarl, growls out a sharp “delete it. Now.” from behind your palms.
He snickers and you feel the bed weight shift, and there’s a comforting warmth that settles against you as he plops next to you.
“You’re makin’ a mountain out of a molehill,” he says sweetly, as if that’s supposed to help. “You got a little plastered and mistook me for the lesser twin is all.”
“‘Is all,’” You whimper. He tosses an arm around your shoulder and you hide your face in his bicep. “I practically cheat on you and you say ‘is all.’”
“Hard to be mad at you when you moan my name at my twin.”
“Shut up!”
“Talkin’ about how you wanna lick my abs,” he starts to plant kisses on your head, the quick action making you squeal softly. “You want me to toss you on the counter, ride my thigh, suck my toes-“
“Fuck you, I did not say that!” You groan, but this time it’s shrouded in laughter.
“I have 4 friends and 1 scarred Kita-San who will confirm that.” He beams at your laughter, now moving his kisses to peck along your cheek, and you shove at him gently at the tickly feeling. “How you love me soooo much, how sexy I am and how bad you are for me-“
“I get it!” You giggle. You turn your head up to nudge his teasy lips away, but instead he captures your own in a kiss, the rapid, repeated pecks now on your laughing lips. His long arm wraps around your shoulders and gently angles your jawline to keep you as subjected to his affections as possible.
“How you’d do anything for me, with me, how everyone else is so jealous that they’re not me- which is true, but I was surprised to hear you say it.”
“You’re so embarrassing!”
“You looove me.”
“Unfortunately I do- no!”
Slender fingers curl at your jawline and neck, tickling you back into submission, all the while kissing the laughter from your mouth once again.
“Shut up. You’re in no position to be a brat right now.”
“Stop being mean!” You whine around your laughter.
He cocks a brow before leaning down to your writhing head, once again holding it steady as he stops tickling with the same hand.
“I’ll show you mean, babydoll.”
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IRIS FILES - ROBBIE THE ZOMBIE
CW - Physical/Mental Deterioration, Derealization, Rotting Alive, Zombification, Bugs/Insects, Medical Horror
Word Count: 994
Character Count: 4,271
CLASSIFICATION: ALTR 181502
ALTR AGE: 24 YRS OLD
ALTR HEIGHT: 5 “5
ALTR SEX: X
ALTR STATUS: UNSTABLE
ALTR INFO: 18152 contracted an unknown illness after an encounter with ALTR 114209. He was advised to keep track of his symptoms in the form of a journal; IRIS Researchers have secured the journal to track 18152's both physical and mental development.
08/09/2016
“Not been great lately, I've had cold or flu symptoms for the past two weeks, really has been messing with my focus, not great for when I'm trying to study or play as well as I usually can but I've been pushing through it!
I'm still a bit shaken up from that creepy ass guy from last month- it messed with me. I'm glad IRIS is here to help out with my case tho, hopefully they catch the freak. I keep getting all fidgety and anxious whenever I'm out in public. I mean I guess that's normal after something like that but still, doesn't make it easier. I would hang out with friends to make me feel safer but I don't wanna get them sick, hopefully this'll pass
-R”
15/09/2016
“God my head will not stop pounding, I got my headache about 2 days ago, it started off only occasionally but god it just keeps flaring up and more often. My flu hasn't gotten any better. It makes it hard to do anything, I keep getting by, slowly but surely.
-R”
22/09/2016
“Been bed ridden this week- I thought rest would probably help but, every time I sleep I keep dreaming of that guy- I don't remember it fully and it's probably just some weird trauma thing but he keeps.. I don't really know how to describe it? He keeps warping. I don't know its probably just some dream shit”
29/09/2016
“haven't been able to eat properly.. keep feeling this itch on my neck, its not bad just annoying mostly. My phone hurts my eyes. Keep dreaming of creeper.im sure he didn't actually look like that. Sorry for the bad handwriting, I'm so tired nd my hands hurt. Might try sleeping again”
30/09/2016
“woke up and puked, pretty badly too- dreaming of that guy hurts my head”
05/10/2016
“Really should call a doctor I think. I did call IRIS, I'm sure I did, they said they'd send someone over. No one came- my body hurts, everywhere it's just this dull ache. I might try
and shower or something. I don't know what to do at this point- no ones coming I've waited and waited and no one showed. The itching got worse, I don't know what's wrong with me I just need someone to come help”
“Why is no one answering my calls???”
12/10/2016
“Tried to shower, clumps of my hair just- came out. I just cried something is wrong with me I called IRIS again I told them it was urgent and I need help. The creeper answered me. It couldn't have been real- but it made me throw my phone accidentally. It broke and I can't get it to work again. I can't keep going on like this. The itching keeps spreading too- it now feels like things are crawling in my organs. I can't scratch there”
“Threw up again, mostly blood- it was clumpy, I think it was bits of my throat. It hurts my throat to breathe let alone talk”
16/10/2016
“The man in my room can't be here- I didn't let anyone in, he shouldn't be here”
23/10/2016
“I found out why I feel like there things crawling in me. I threw up a dead bug. The itching keeps going. I think I need to leave”
“I left my apartment. The air stung and I felt everyone's eyes on me. I don't care i just need help”
“IRIS won't let me in. Or near anyone.”
30/10/2016
“They're keeping me here. They keep giving me things. They poked IVs in me- the skin just teared away. It hurt so much, it feels good to actually be given medication. It's not kicked in yet but I think it should soon. The nurse gave me a funny look when I described my creep to him. I don't know, I just wanna sleep”
IRIS Supplemental:
ALTR 181502, previously known as Robert “Robbie” James, was announced as clinically dead to the public on 05/11/2016. Within the IRIS Foundation however it should be known that ALTR 181502, while maintaining a “corpse-like” appearance, is very much alive. IRIS researchers and medics have been working on a plausible theory on the rapid and alarming decline in ATLR 181502’s health after an apparent encounter with ALTR 114209. This variation of effects with 114209 seems to be an outlier. But until a working theory has been confirmed, the containment is highly necessary for both ALTR 181502 and for the wider public. Some IRIS staff have left due to unknown illnesses after contact with ALTR 181502. Their symptoms are yet to be examined but they are all in highly secure quarantine zones until they are confirmed to not be carrying a “Zombie Virus” as the research staff seem to be calling it.
As for ALTR 181502- exact details of his initial encounter with ALTR 114209 are documented in his original report to IRIS. His condition remains unpleasant. And it seems the best we can hope for is to keep him in containment until we understand what's going on.
The journal, as well as the remainder of ALTR 181502's belongings have been quarantined or burned. We managed to digitise his IRIS issued journal for the research sake. In said journal we believe the figure he describes is ALTR 114209- as it is within it's behaviour to torment it's victims while they are in mental distress.
It was discovered, by one such medic, after attempting an autopsy on ALTR 181502, that he is very much no longer human. If the hive of moth larvae that has eaten away at all of his organs have anything to say about it at least. How he still is living, albeit not pleasantly, is about as good a guess as yours as it is mine.
End Supplemental.
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Time moved at a snail's pace when I finally crawled into bed after throwing up until there was simply nothing left to come out.
My mind was just a never-ending vortex of the disaster I created, and the vertigo was so intense that it made me physically sick. I had heaved and heaved, leaving me with an intense stomachache and a raw throat.
It felt like an eternity had passed when in reality it was probably only an hour or two of staring at the ceiling. I could feel everything so intensely; the air felt too heavy, the room felt too dark, the silence was deafening, my head throbbed, my stomach burned, and I couldn't fucking sleep because of it. That, and the fact that I was quite literally killing my husband, the image of how sick and heartbroken he was, branded into my mind.
I wished that I could take this all back, and have things go back to the way they were. I wished that I could erase not only the pain that I felt but the pain that I was inflicting on him, too. It was affecting him more than it was affecting me, that much was obvious.
With a huff, I rolled over and took hold of Noah's pillow, tucking myself into a ball as I clutched it to me. I imagined that it was him as I breathed in the remanence of his cologne, holding it so tight as if I could will this back into existence.
There was a pressure behind my eyes, and my cheeks were suddenly warm and damp as the past images continued to flash before me. All the good, all the bad. I was crying again, though no sounds came out of me. I was so sick of crying, I just wanted to sleep—I needed to distract myself somehow.
I reached for my phone on the nightstand, shutting my eyes for a moment as the light from the screen shot daggers through my head. I peeked one eye open and unlocked my phone, dialing the only person I felt I could still call at 2 in the morning.
"You bitch—"
"I'm killing Noah," I whimpered into my phone. I didn't even let Vic finish her usual greeting whenever I called her in the middle of the night.
I hear rustling on the other end, and I know she's rolling her eyes as she sits up in bed. "You know that's my job, Liv," she humors, but I don't laugh. "What did he do this time?"
I sniffle, screwing my eyes shut as fresh tears spring in my eyes. "Vic, I'm not joking. He's sick."
"What do you mean sick?"
I don't say anything as my lips tremble. I can't. I knew the second the name of that disease made it out of my mouth, I'd be inconsolable.
"No," she breathes. "Olivia, no, it can't be that. I know how much you love him."
I sucked in a choppy breath, shaking my head. "He showed me the flowers, Vic," I whispered. "He's sick—suffering—a-and it's all my fault. And he left because of it."
I hear her curse under her breath. "Where is he now?"
"Nick's," I croaked, "and all I fucking see when I close my eyes is him hacking, struggling to breathe as he closed the door."
"Just give him time, Liv. He'll come back, I swear to you," she tries, her voice quivering. I knew the tone in her voice—she was not only trying to convince me, but herself, too.
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JANUARY 29
I woke up this morning to a pounding headache, the constant buzzing of my phone under my face from how I had fallen asleep like a fucking chainsaw inside my skull. I knew I was being flooded by a multitude of 'Happy Birthday' texts; I was officially 29, on the 29th.
I scrolled through my messages and threw my phone down on the mattress with a huff, telling myself I'd get back to thanking them eventually. None of them were from the one person I wanted to hear from the most, but that was to be expected—it's been nearly a month since I've talked to Noah, why would my birthday make it any different?
I did what I've been doing every morning since he left. Wake up, lie in bed until it was nearly time for me to get to the bakery, force myself up, and swallow some Advil and Tums to rid the hangover-induced headache and nausea. Throw on whatever clean clothes that I had, put my hair in a bun, and go my merry way. I'd have coffee and breakfast at work.
When I walked into work shortly after noon, I was met by pink and white streamers twisted and strung from the ceiling, and an archway of balloons of the same color scheme. Holly and Juliana made their way around the counter as they sang 'Happy Birthday', a small cake in hand adorned with a sparkler rather than a candle.
I laughed, shaking my head at them, and accepted the cake. "You didn't have to do all this."
"But we wanted to, Liv," Juliana states, giving me a reassuring squeeze on my shoulder. "We've noticed that you seemed a little distant lately and just wanted to show you that we care. Besides, it's your birthday! Everyone deserves cake on their birthday."
My heart sank a tad at how obvious it was that I wasn't doing well, my eyes dropping to the sparkler burning lower and lower as the seconds ticked by. "Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it," I feigned a smile, blowing out the flame as I made a wish that I was doubtful would come true—do wishes even count on sparklers? I brought my gaze back up to the girls, motioning the cake towards the back. "Let's dig in. I'm starving."
We each cut ourselves a slice of cake, all the while being asked if I had any plans with Noah for my birthday. I hid my cringe with a huge mouthful of cake, nodding my head 'yes', even though I didn't. Before they could question me any further, I told them I had some extra work to do, and took my breakfast to my office.
I shut the door, hastily tossing the paper plate on my desk before collapsing into my chair with a huff. I never mentioned anything to the girls—as far as they knew, everything was peachy keen in my marriage. I just wasn't ready to explain the situation to them, not fully understanding what the fuck was going on myself.
All I knew was that he was sick because of me, and I felt nothing but guilt because of that. I never meant for this to happen, I never wanted this to happen, and I wasn't sure if we were going to try to make this work again. Hell, I wasn't even sure if he was ever going to speak to me again. The uncertainty of that made my heart race and my stomach churn.
And churn.
And churn.
The next thing that I knew, I was puking in the wastebasket that I had under my desk. My eyes immediately watered; tears slid down my face as I spit, trying to clear the acrid taste that sat on my tongue.
With a sniffle, I sat up and wiped under my nose when I was sure that I was done vomiting. This was the third time I've gotten sick in the past week, and I had no idea what the reasoning behind it was. The flu? Stress? Drinking too much? Probably the latter.
Either way, it was exhausting, and I just wanted to go home and back to bed. I couldn't, though; I had a job to do.
I ran my now sweaty hands down my thighs and clambered out of my chair, throwing the cake out and tying the trash bag before leaving my office. I threw it in the barrel, washed my hands, and finally made my way back out to the floor, stopping dead in my tracks when I saw my best friend standing there. Smug expression, arms folded over her chest and all.
I immediately ran around the counter, pulling her into a tight hug now that her arms were welcoming me in. "What the Hell are you doing here?" I practically yelled as we bounced side to side on our feet, giggling.
"Bitch, it's your birthday," she says, placing her hands on my shoulders to look at me. "Noah's being a ding-dong, so I'm taking my girl out to celebrate."
I laughed lightly, shaking my head. "It's me that's being the ding-dong, Vic. Not him."
She rolls her eyes exasperatedly, her head following suit with a scoff. "Okay, so you're both ding-dongs, whatever. Let's go," she cocks her head towards the front door, beckoning me to follow her.
I furrow my brows and put my arms out, palms up while taking a gander around the bakery. "I can't just leave work, Vic. I got shit to do; baking, start of inventory, paperwork—"
She holds her hands up in surrender, "Okay, Suzi Q, I get it. I'll just...hang out at your place, I guess. Keys?" She then holds her hand out, folding her fingers to her palm.
"You are unbelievable," I chuckle, shaking my head at her. I unclip my set of keys from my belt loop, sliding just the house key off the ring, and press it into her hand. "Don't lose it, and don't lock me out of my own home. Help yourself to whatever, the spare bedroom is available if you want to nap—"
She waves me off, "Yeah, yeah. I'll see you in a bit."
"I hate you."
She winks with a smirk plastered on her face, "Love you, too."
After she had left, I went to the back to take care of what needed to be done, eager to get out as soon as possible to see what it was that Vic had planned.
When I got home, I was met by a bouquet of roses on the kitchen island, peppered with baby's breath. The vase they sat in was beautiful; it stood at least a foot and a half tall, crystal clear with golden vines wrapping around its body, and up and over the lip. I smiled softly with a shake of my head, astonished.
"You didn't have to buy me these, Vic!" I called out, not knowing where she was.
I heard her footsteps against the linoleum shortly thereafter, turning to see her rubbing her eyes. She must've taken that nap, after all. "I didn't," she denies through a loud yawn. "Ruffles stopped by to deliver them."
I scrunch my face in skepticism, jerking my head back slightly. "Nick bought me flowers for my birthday?"
She shrugs, another yawn escaping her. "I think there's a card."
Sure enough, there was a white envelope placed delicately between the flowers. I carefully plucked it from where it sat, reading my name written in messy cursive on the front—I recognized the handwriting immediately. I took a sharp inhale, nearly dropping it while my heart hammers in my chest and my hands shake with nerves.
I opened the envelope and saw there was not only a card, but a flash drive tucked in it. I pulled the items out and began to read the card.
Happy Birthday, Love
I know things between us aren't the way they used to be, but I still want you to enjoy your birthday. I know that flowers don't make up for what I put you through, but I at least hope they put a smile on your face. I know they're your favorite.
I'm sorry that I haven't been home or called you, it's been difficult for me to comprehend all of this. Just know that not a day has gone by where I haven't thought of you.
I don't know where my head is at. I don't know what's to come of us, but one thing I do know is how much I love you. Don't forget that. Please.
-Your dweeb,
Noah
P.S. Listen to the song on the flash drive whenever you're able to, or ready to. It's not finished, but I think you should hear it.
"I can't believe he remembered," I whispered, shaking my head. "He doesn't even like celebrating birthdays." I clutched the flash drive in my hand, curling my fist to my chest as I continued to read his note over and over again until the words blurred, my eyes filling with tears. I feel the card slip from my fingers, knowing Vic took it so she could read it, too.
"Damn," she breathes after a minute. "Of course he'd remember your birthday. He really loves you, Olivia—"
"I fucked up," I whimpered, shaking my head incredulously as the tears fell from my eyes. "I've been so goddamn selfish."
She plants her hands on my shoulders, having me look at her. "None of that, Liv. Your feelings are valid."
"But I'm killing him, Vic!" I hollered, shouldering her hands off of me and taking a step back.
"Then fix it."
I scoffed, clapping my hands against the sides of my thighs in exasperation. "I-I can't just make myself fall back in love with him. That's not how that works—"
"Then you have to let him try," she says sternly, folding her arms over her chest. "Because you know damn well that boy has been, but you're too stubborn to accept it. Too stubborn to accept that you both have had your lives change from moving across the country, and that you need to adapt to it. His career is just as hard on him, as it is on you."
I drop my gaze from her, bringing my attention back to the flash drive in my hand as I soaked in her words. "No more overthinking, no more planting fake scenarios in your head, and no more drinking.”
I feel my heart skip a beat, shame making its way in. "I haven't been drinking," I mumbled a lie, spinning the plastic in my hands.
"Cut the shit." She tips my head towards her by my chin, her hazel eyes fierce as they locked with mine. "You think I didn't notice the bottles by the recycling? I know damn well those aren't Noah's."
My eyes burn with fresh tears, my throat aches from trying not to cry. This was so fucking humiliating; being called out for all of your faults by your best friend, on your birthday, of all days. She was right, thought. I had to start accepting things for what they really are, I had to stop feeling sorry for myself, I had to stop drinking.
"I'm sorry Olivia," I feel Vic's thumbs swipe across my cheeks as she sighs. "I didn't mean to make you cry. I love you, and I can't watch my best friend fall apart again. It had to be said."
"You're right," I nodded in her hands, not realizing I had been sobbing. "I gotta fix this."
Noah
I settled into the couch in the living room, wrapped in a large fleece blanket with a steaming cup of chamomile tea. I leisurely sipped at the tea, hoping it would calm my nerves a bit to take some pressure off my chest.
My chest was exceptionally tight today, the flowers spreading in my lungs accompanied by the apprehension I felt from sending Nicholas to my house with a bouquet of roses for Olivia.
It's been almost a month since I've seen her, and I wanted so badly to go home so that I could, but I was too afraid of what would unfold if I had. I was too winded to reason with her—it was hard enough trying to record the snippet of a song for her, nevermind the possibility of an argument after climbing the front steps, as small as they were. Breathing had become that difficult.
I heard the front door open, Nick making his way back in after the small task I gave him. "How you feeling?" he asks, shouldering off the light jacket he wore, hanging it up.
I shrugged, "About the same." We're quiet for a beat as he joins me on the couch. "How is she?"
"She wasn't home, but Vic was there. That was awkward to say the least," he snorts, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and leaning into the couch some.
I let out the start of a chuckle, a round of coughs crashing over it.
I sat up quickly and put my tea on the table, already knowing what was to come as sharp pains shot through my ribs, my muscles strained from the amount of coughing I've been doing. I was genuinely surprised that I hadn't broken a rib yet like last time.
Even though I already knew what was coming, I never got used to the way my lungs burned as the flowers made their way out. The tiny thorns that accompanied the petals was the worst part, clawing into my throat as I coughed and coughed. I grabbed a tissue off the table, cupping my mouth to catch what I expelled.
Exhausted, I collapsed back against the cushions, my lungs rattling as I heaved, and tears welled in my eyes from the pain. I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to handle this—at this point, I was ready to ingest Roundup. Maybe that would kill the flowers growing inside me.
Nick takes the tissue from my hand, replacing it with the tea that I nearly forgotten. I gave him a weak smile in thanks as he stands. "You hungry? I can make you some soup or something." I shake my head 'no', and he rolls his eyes. "Too bad. You haven't been eating. You need to eat, dude."
"Fine," I grumbled.
My phone chimes in my pocket, and with a huff I dug it out. I nearly drop it, reading the message across the screen.
Olivia: Thank you for the roses, they're beautiful.
It was such a short, simple message, but my heart swelled reading it. I smiled wide; it was like a huge weight being lifted off my chest finally hearing from her. I felt like I could breathe a little easier.
Me: of course, love. i hope youre having a good birthday
Olivia: I am. This helped
"What's got you so happy?" Nick asks, and I hear the humor laced in his voice.
I couldn't help the stupid grin on my face, reading our three texts over and over again. He hands me the chicken noodle soup that he heated for me, his eyebrow perked in curiosity. "She texted me."
"I knew she would," he grins, clapping his hand on my shoulder and giving me a little shake. "Looks like there's another text."
I looked down at my phone, and sure enough there was another message from Liv.
Olivia: Please come home soon. I miss you.
|Chapter 16|
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Why is Harry Styles All Over TTPD? A Timeline
TTPD Notes Glossary
Upon much ponderation and rabbit-hole-ing I think a truly stunning chunk of tracks on this double album (18/19) are about Harry.
What will likely be my Haylor magnum opus is under the cut because it is a bit lengthy. Good luck. Or I'm sorry??
I think they both pined for each other for years (well documented amongst the Haylors).
Then she split with Joe Alwyn before she left London for the Eras Tour, but she waited to make the announcement public (probably to give him time to pack up his shit and get out of their shared house) until April 8. However, excited to be “Fresh Out the Slammer,” she reached out to Harry ASAP.
I realize I might sound like an absolute raving lunatic, but I legit think Harry was at Taylor’s Arlington, Texas, Eras Tour shows, at the end of March/beginning of April 2023, and followed her to New York City for several days.
While Harry was tied up finishing up the Asian leg of his tour until March 25, I think he came almost straight to her after that, and love-bombed the shit out of her in his excitement.
But then right before he had to leave for tour, with a stopover in LA for the Satellite video and Late Late Show shoots, he gave her some sort of pulling-away speech about taking a pause or pulling back or something, (I’d wager because of the two world tours), which she took as a total rejection, which caused her to lose it and move on to the disaster we call Matty.
Then, in June, he met Taylor Russell in London. And maybe they were just friends at first, but then Taylor Swift started messing around with Matty, and then in July she started dating Travis and it went public in September. So, I suppose at that point Harry figured, "Okay, to hell with it."
And now, somewhere in London, I imagine their shared good mate, Ed Sheeran, has a pounding headache and wishes he still drank whiskey.
I hope the truth of it all someday comes to light in a tell-all book or movie. Or, at the very least, it would be nice if some more clarity surfaces in one of their albums, or a record by Ed.
Oh, and I think Stevie Nicks, of all fucking people, knows the tea. She considers both of them “like [her] children.” She gave them both matching crescent moon necklaces. And has performed with them. And she wrote the intro poem for this record. Read that and tell me it doesn’t match the story I’ve written in my head. Stevie knows.
And now, the timeline. @foxes-that-run Also has a much more detailed 2023 timeline that I recommend.
There are, I shit you not, about a fortnight of possible days (March 29/30-April 12, 2023) where they could have been together...
March 29/30
Harry likely leaves Toyko after his March 25 show. Love on Tour doesnt start up again until May 13 in Horsens, Denmark.
March 31
Eras Tour is in Arlington, Texas, for N1. It's a rain show. She replaces "Invisible String” with "The 1." The surprise songs were "Sad Beautiful Tragic" and "Ours." Read all my notes on TTPD and go watch these two live performances again. They're...really something.
April 1
She sings "Death by a Thousand Cuts" and "Clean."
April 2
She sings "Jump then Fall" and "The Lucky One."
April 3-6
Neither of them are seen these three days.
April 7
Harry is spotted at baggage claim in Atlanta
April 9
Harry is at the Master's Golf Tournament
April 10
Maybe this is when he leaves her. Taylor goes out for drinks with Jack and Margaret. However, this was an obvious pap walk (the day she had those butterfly jeans on); were the paps maybe called to this location to lure them away from her apartment so a certain person might or might not have could arrive unnoticed after a golf tournament in Atlanta?
April 12
In the afternoon, Harry is spotted with his trusty brown duffel bag (sporting an air travel tag) leaving the gym in LA. In NYC, Taylor is pictured on the roof of Electric Lady (maybe shooting music video?) with a Gucci lion ring just like Harry's but with a green stone. I Mr not the 10th, I think this evening was when he said whatever he said that made her so sad; maybe he thought they should take a pause until their tours were over? Maybe he decided their combined spotlights were just too big to overcome? Who knows? Not me. But my nosy ass wants to know!
April 13
Eras Tour in Tampa N1. Taylor cries during “Lover" and "Champagne Problems.” People think it's about Joe. I think it's not.
April 14
Eras Tour in Tampa N2. She plays "The Great War" (performed with Aaron Dessner) and "You're On Your Own, Kid."
April 15
Eras Tour in Tampa N2. She plays "Treacherous."
April 21
Eras Tour in Houston N1. She plays "Wonderland" and "You're Not Sorry" (these choices seem…significant. In a not good way.)
April 22
N2 in Houston. She plays "A Place in This World" and "Today Was a Fairytale" (for her mom, who I am sure was being a rock for her at this trying time)
April 23
N3 in Houston. She plays "Begin Again" and "Cold as You"
April 27 and 28
Harry does shoots for the "Satellite" music video and the last episode of the Late Late Show. The scenes for the music video aren't used. In my opinion his face looks puffy on Late Late (maybe from crying?)
Eras Tour Atlanta N1 Taylor sings "The Other Side of the Door" and "Coney Island."
April 30
Eras Tour Atlanta N3 she sings "I Bet You Think About Me" and "How You Get the Girl." She cries again during “Champagne Problems."
May 5-7
Ah, the Nashville Era's Tour shows. Such fond, fond memories. She sang “Sparks Fly,” “Teardrops on My Guitar,“ "Out of the Woods,” “Fifteen” (Abigail was there, and she dedicated this one to her)," Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve” with Aaron Dessner and “Mine” (also Speak Now drop).
May 11
Dinner with Matty and Jack and Margaret at Casa Cipriani in NYC
Is it possible the villainy of Matty is that he planted the original story in The Sun that he and Taylor were dating? It ran May 3, two days before he showed up (from Asia) to the Eras Tour play with Phoebe Bridgers as the opening act in Nashville. I just always thought that was odd. Maybe he had a big fat mouth.
May 12
Eras Tour Philadelphia N1. She played “Gold Rush” and “Come Back…Be Here” (Aww, girl….)
May 13
LOT picks up again in Horsens, Denmark. He's smiling to himself all cute like during "Fine Line." Plus he played "Stockholm Syndrome" for the first time in yeeeears and looked delighted. :(
Taylor's surprise songs were “Forever & Always” and “This Love.”
May 15
Either way, she leaves Electric Lady studios with Matty in tow.
May 19
She plays "Should've Said No" and "Better Man." (Well, that's seems...not good.)
May 20
Ah, the day of the “Question…?” and “Invisible” combo. (Oh, Tay). Matty is seen entering Taylor's apartment with a big Louis bag full of what many people believe is the typewriter. I always assumed it was clothes or a synthesizer or some kind of equipment. ¯\_(ツ)_/
May 25
This is the last day she was seen with Matty (and the chorus of angels sang)
But, really, only he was seen outside her apartment leaving with his stuff. She wasn’t in town.
They were never seen together again after May 15.
May 26
Era's Tour Metlife N1. She sings “Getaway Car” with Jack Antonoff and “Maroon” (this was a very angry face Maroon).
May 27
Metlife N2. She sings “Holy Ground” and “False God," and cries.
June 22
Taylor records “The Black Dog” at Electric Lady. “Six weeks of breathing clean air,” if we’re being specific here (although she was touring and it could have just sounded good) would be May 11, 2023.
August 13
Stevie Nicks owns the opening poem for the album.
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tkltober day 29: Wake up!
Across the Spiderverse - ler!Miles, lee!Hobie
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It all happened too fast. One moment Hobie was right next to him, shouting something about teamwork being overrated and hey Miles, you should really change that suit design already, and then, not even a second later, Hobie was gone.
Miles grabbed the huge claw that had appeared next to him instead and pulled it to the ground, effectively wrapping the monster up in his webs while his heartbeat was pounding in his ears. His mouth had gone dry and he felt a headache approach - not now, damnit, he had to finish this, he had to- stop, focus.
Somehow he managed to guide the monster safely to the ground and contact Margo at the headquarters. “Margo, I got a villain right in the town square, ready to go.”
“Iʼll send someone over, just stay there so we can locate-”
“Itʼs not hard to find, heʼs huge, see you later.” He would apologize to her later for cutting her off, now there were more important things. Miles swung in the vague direction Hobie mustʼve been hit. What if he was buried beneath something? What if he was unconscious? What if he was… dead?
No! If anyone could survive a hit like that, it was Spider-Punk! Hobie, HobieHobieHobie- “Hobie!”
Miles dropped to his knees next to his friend and swiftly pulled the mask off of his face. Eyes closed. That was… good? Bad? “Hobie, wake up!” He was still warm at least, but even if he was dead, corpses wouldnʼt go cold that quickly, right? Miles felt tears sting in his eyes. “Wake up, Hobie, please- please, you have to wake up-” Pulse! He had to check for the pulse, right, shit, help, where was the wrist, fuck, what if-
“Wow, you really care ‘bout me, huh?”
Hobie’s eyes were open. He was awake. And he was smirking. Miles stared at him in disbelief for a moment, his heart seemed to stop for a split second, then he remembered to breathe. “Wha- you- I thought you were dead!”
“Nah, I’m good.” Hobie sat up with a grunt. “Didn’t hit me, just got tangled in my nets and threw me back.”
“But you were unconscious!”
“Just dizzy for a bit. Then I saw you had it handled and wanted to see how you’d react.”
Miles felt like a load was taken off his mind. “So… you’re alright?” He gave Hobie a punch to the shoulder when the punk nodded. “Good, then I can kill you!”
“Oh come on, you wouldn’t hurt me, riHIGH- hehehey, Mihihiles!”
“Shut up.” Miles pushed Hobie back and straddled him, scribbling all over his ribs. “You know you deserve this for making me worry about you on purpose.”
“Ihi wahahas juhust cuhurio- nahAHAHAT THEHEHERE!”
“But I gotta make sure you’re really okay.” He squeezed the older boy's hips, barely biting back a grin when that made him squeal. “Can’t have you be paralyzed or something like that. Do you feel this?”
“YOHOHOU LIHITTLE SHIHIHIT- GHAHAHA FAHAHACK, MIHIHIHILES! IHIT TIHIHICKLES!”
Now it was Miles’ turn to smirk. “Good.”
#rey writes#augtickletober2023#tickletober#tkltober#spiderman across the spiderverse#atsv#miles morales#hobie brown#ler!miles#lee!hobie#ticklish!hobie
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Sicktember 2023 Masterlist!
1. Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care - Wanda Maximoff x R
2. Quest for a Cure - WandaNat x R
3. "What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?" - Kara Danvers x R
4. Hiding an Illness - Florence Pugh x R
5. Preventative Measures (Not Taken) - Alex Danvers x Maggie Sawyer
6. Sick and Injured - Natasha Romanoff x R
7. “You’re a jerk when you’re sick” - Yelena Belova x R
8. Persistent Fever - WandaNat
9. Pounding Headache - Alex Danvers x R
10. “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy” - Wanda Maximoff x R
11. Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick - WandaNat
12. Old Wives Tale - Florence Pugh x R
13. Forehead Kisses - Scarlett Johansson x R
14. ‘‘I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am’’ - Lena Luthor x R
15. Sick in an Inconvenient Place - Lizzie Olsen x R
16. Consulting the Internet/Web MD - Kara Danvers x R
17. Magical Remedy/Healing Potion - WandaNat
18. “Wear your coat, you’ll catch a cold” - Lena Luthor x R
19. Curled Up With a Pet - Natasha Romanoff x R
20. Cramping Pain - Kate Bishop x R
21. "But if you stay, you'll get sick too" - Natasha Romanoff x R
22. Terms of Endearment/Nicknames - Supercorp x R
23. Coughing Fit - Florence Pugh x R
24. “Did you just sneeze?” - Kate Bishop x R
25. “I Could Really Use a Hug Right About Now” - WandaNat x R
26. Fuzzy Socks - Supercorp
27. Uncooperative Patient - WandaNat x R
28. “I should have stayed home” - WandaNat
29. Side Effects/Adverse Reaction - Scarlett Johansson x R
30. Patient - Alex Danvers x R
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Do you think Daniel sometimes loses his sanity because despite all of it, he really finds Armand adorable and cute sometimes? Because I think he does 😭 like yea yea we get it Daniel, he’s all evil and dead and 500 years old and scary and manipulative, okay, but we all know you collapse to your knees for those little cherub cheeks and those enormous doll eyes in an instant girl 😭
oh daniel is DEFINITELY weak for him being cute but i feel like it's more situational.
like sure, when armand wants something (like yet another toy to destroy, or another pack of cigarettes to toss in the garbage disposal) he can totally turn the big eyes on daniel and give him the puss in boots face. but daniel knows he's putting it on, he gives him what he wants but he's very cognizant of the fact that armand is charming him and he's rolling his eyes as he says yes.
it's the moments armand lets his guard down that get him.
like when he wakes up cranky and hungover, only to stumble into the kitchen and catch armand hunched over a recipe book, trying his damnedest to make daniel toad-in-the-hole for breakfast. and his eyes are all squinted in seriousness and he's biting his lip like a mortal- that is cute, that makes daniel melt inside and forget his pounding headache for a minute.
or when armand is perched on the arm of the couch like an actual gargoyle, trying to read daniel's book over his shoulder. and daniel points out he could just sit down next to him on the sofa, but instead armand slides right into his lap without saying a word- adorable.
or, OR, when armand asks to participate in modern mortal 'getting ready for bed rituals' and puts on one of daniel's t-shirts, pulls back his hair and stands at the sink beside daniel brushing his teeth? that's it, put the announcement in the papers, daniel molloy, dead at 29 of cute vampire brushing his fangs and making faces at the disgusting flavor of cinnamon toothpaste.
so yeah, i think it's when armand is acting the most normal and the most like a mortal boyfriend that gets him and not necessarily his looks. because sure, he's gorgeous, but daniel always focused on his behavior more than his face and in my heart of hearts i feel armand loves him for that ♥
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While waiting for the Sicktember 2024, June 15th reveal, check out these past prompts and collections for inspiration!
Sicktember 2023 - 2021 Past Prompts and Collections
💚2023 💚
[AO3 Collection]
Prompts List ⬇
1. Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care
2. Quest for a Cure
3. “What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?”
4. Hiding an Illness
5. Preventative Measures (Not Taken)
6. Sick and Injured
7. “You’re a Jerk When You’re Sick”
8. Persistent Fever
9. White Coat Syndrome
10. “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy”
11. Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick
12. Old Wives Tale
13. Anxious Stomach
14. ‘‘I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am’’
15. Sick in an Inconvenient Place
16. Consulting the Internet/Web MD
17. Magical Remedy/Healing Potion
18. “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”
19. Curled Up With a Pet
20. Cramping Pain
21. “But if you stay, you’ll get sick too”
22. Terms of Endearment/Nicknames
23. Coughing Fit
24. “Did you just sneeze?”
25. Confused/Disoriented
26. Pink Eye/Conjunctivitis
27. Uncooperative Patient
28. “I should have stayed home”
29. Side Effects/Adverse Reaction
30. Patient 0
2023 Alternate Prompts
Alt. 1.“I Could Really Use a Hug Right About Now”
Alt. 2. Fuzzy Socks
Alt. 3. Pounding Headache
Alt. 4. Forehead Kisses
Alt. 5. “I’m so sorry”
💚2022💚
[AO3 Collection]
Prompt List ⬇
1. ‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’
2. Homesick
3. Painkillers
4. Hangover
5. 'Great. Now I Have Your Germs All Over Me.’
6. Sick on vacation
7. A cry for attention
8. Intense coddling
9. Home remedy
10. Excessive use of tissues/ ‘Blow Your Nose’
11. Emergency Room/ Ambulance
12. Psychogenic Fever/Stress Induced Illness
13. Seasonal/Pet Allergies
14. ‘I Might Be A Teeny Tiny Bit Sick, But It’s Fine.’'
15. Frostbite/Sunburn
16. Care Package
17. Syncope/Fainting
18. Nausea/Upset Stomach
19. Whining/Crying
20. Cold Sweat
21. ‘Does this look infected to you?’
22. Common Cold/Flu
23. Tepid Bath
24. ‘I Need You To Pull Over!’
25. Acid Reflux/Heartburn
26. Tickle in the Throat
27. Sleepless Night/s
28. Chronic Illness
29. Lethargy/Exhaustion
30. ‘Get Back in Bed!’
2022 Alternate Prompts:
Alt. 1. Soft Pajamas
Alt. 2. Vapor Rub
Alt. 3. Cuddling on the Couch
Alt. 4. Taking a Sick Day
Alt. 5. ‘Can You Be Brave For Me?’
💚2021💚
[AO3 Collection]
Prompt List ⬇
1. Fever
2. Persistent Cough/Sniffling.
3. Chicken Pox/Rash
4. Headache/Migraine
5. Comfort Item (Plush/Blanket)
6. Nebulizer
7. Sneaky Temperature Check
8. Contagious
9. I’m Not Sick
10. Medicine/Injection
11. Bed Rest
12. Faking it
13. Appendicitis
14. Aches and Pains
15. Quarantine
16. Hot Water Bottle
17. Ginger Ale and Crackers
18. Fever Dream/Hysteria
19. Addiction
20. Doctor’s Visit/Check Up
21. Unlikely Caregiver
22. Toothache
23. Ear Infection
24. Sneezing
25. Sick at School/Work
26. Strep Throat/Laryngitis
27. Blankets
28. Missing Out
29. Motion Sickness
30. Food poisoning/Allergy
2021 Alternative Prompts:
Alt. 1: Warm Soup
Alt. 2: Too Many Layers
Alt. 3: Vitamin C
Alt. 4: Stay
Alt. 5: Asleep on the Couch
#sicktember#past prompts#2023-2021 prompts#archived prompts#ao3 collections#writing prompts#sickfic prompts#writing event#sick characters#sick character#whump#fanfiction#fan art#fan comic#crossover#orignial character#orignial art#original works#dr who#tardis
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Countdown
Pairings: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Summary: Y/N Stark allowed Quentin Beck to fill the hole that her father left following his devastating death. As the countdown ticks she is forced to either betray her boyfriend, Peter Parker, or her dead dad.
Word Count: 2254
⚠️: Kidnapping, Violence, Blood, Stress
My eyes begin fluttering open at the sound of machines clanking.
“Peter?” I drowsily groan as my vision unblurs. The room is dark and I can barely make out a few shadows that decorate my sight. I take notice of the restraints that tightly grip my stomach, arms, and legs, keeping me glued upright to a cold metal chair.
“Peter!” I gasp, suddenly regaining consciousness. I aggressively flail back and fourth in attempts to rip away from the shackles holding me in place. They grip me so tightly I can hardly begin to struggle before being met with a pressing pain.
“Peter!” The metal against my stomach digs deeply into my skin, making it hard to breathe.
The last thing I remember is walking in on Peter fighting Mr Beck. I didn’t know why they were fighting or what was happening, and had no time to figure it out before..
Suddenly I feel the agonizing pain of a pounding headache spewing through my skull as I recall a drone flying into me. I can’t remember much past that. Distant calls for help, faint screams of my name, and then waking up here are the only helpful details I can pull to the front of my mind.
I look around, desperately trying to adjust my eyes to the unlit room. I’m assuming Peter isn’t here, and i’m hoping I’m alone, which just leaves me to my thoughts.
After my dad passed, Mr Beck was so quick to step in as a parental figure, for both Peter and I. I’ve grown so attached to him so quickly, I can’t begin to imagine what could’ve sparked an argument between my two closet companions.
I close my eyes to help sort my thoughts, and tame the migraine that’s only grown larger from trying to focus in the dark.
Maybe Peter tried to take back the glasses he gifted to Mr Beck. I can faintly remember the details of him telling me he was starting to regret his decision. Everything he so briefly mentioned to me about the situation is a blur in the mess of my current state of mind.
I told him that I trusted Mr Beck, and that my dad would have too, but he was so frantic. I don’t know why I brushed him off so quickly.
I hear the clatter of a light object falling onto the ground, which startles my eyes back open.
“Am I alone?” I mutter lowly after an eerily pregnant pause.
I don’t know if I was expecting a response or not, but a shadowed figure slowly appearing from the dark, creeping into the low light that shines from a far away lamp, I can confidently say I was not prepared for.
“Hello?” I call, awaiting a response, “Peter?”
“He’s not here.” The voice grumbles. “He ran like a coward.”
The man whose voice I’m quite familiar with, steps forward, allowing the light to ever so slightly illuminate his facial features.
“Mr Beck?” I question, “What’s going on?”
“What’s going on?” He echoes, stifling a laugh, “What’s going on, is Peter betrayed me. And left you here to die.”
“What do you-“
“Just shut up!” He orders, and I slam my mouth shut. He quickly kneels on the ground in front of me, taking my shackled hands and looking into the depths of my eyes with intent.
He seems manic. Like he’s actually losing his mind. His eyes bulge in a way that screams danger. If I wasn’t restrained I would pull back, run away from his crazed state and find Peter, but for now I have to tough it out.
“I need your help.” He utters. “I need the code to your dad’s vault. The one on the 29th floor of Stark Industries.”
I bite my lip, confused as to what the hell is going on.
“I know he put his most valued things on that floor because it was a random number,” He continues, “Nobody would think to check any floors besides the top and the bottom. With 29 being the date of your birthday, it was a pretty simple code to crack.”
He pulls away, shaking his head after being met with my thoughtless eyes.
I know what he’s talking about. I know what secrets lie behind that vault, and I now realize what’s going on.
For years my dad warned me of all the enemies who would be out to get him. He told me stories of encounters from the past and predicted things that would happen in the future. My dad was no idiot, but it turns out I am. I curse myself for not seeing the signs sooner. The signs that Peter definitely caught onto, and literally spelled out for me. I don’t know why Mr Beck is doing this, and I don’t know how I fell for his lies, but I’ve been professionally trained by Iron Man for a situation like this.
Act dumb.
If I don’t know what he’s talking about, which would be highly plausible in a situation such as this one, there’s literally nothing he can try and force out of me.
Playing clueless is how I go home without a bruise on my body, and it’s the easiest game to play.
“Mr Beck,” I sigh, allowing my voice to break, “I don’t know what you’re-“
“Oh, save it.” He groans. “Did you really think I expected the daughter of stubborn ass Tony Stark to give in immediately?”
I stare at him blankly.
“No. I didn’t. I played the long game. I grew close with you and your boyfriend, stepping in at perfectly timed moments, waiting months, trying to work anything out of either of you, but to no avail, “He looks up as if recalling a memory, “and now we’re here. Tears begin to form in my eyes, and I pray they don’t fall. I trusted Mr Beck. I confided in him and let him fill the hole that my fathers death left behind just for his own selfish gain. “Do you really think, after months of planning, and even more months of pretending to give any shits about you and Peter, that I would throw it all away in an impulsive heat?” He chuckles. “Everything has been thoroughly thought out to the bone. So I ask you again,” I hear the clink of a knife being pulled from his belt. “What’s the code?”
I don’t look at his dagger. If I do, he’ll sense that i’m contemplating wether or not to tell him. But I don’t know anything, so there’s nothing to decide upon. I stare into his eyes, my vision blurred by my glossed pupils.
“I don’t know anything.”
Slowly, he lifts the tool to my face, pressing it against me cheek.
Part of me doesn’t believe he’ll actually do it. Like he somehow really does care for me. As if he’s being driven by a filthy greed that almost everyone has hidden deep down.
That was my first mistake.
He swiftly slashes across my cheek, leaving a stinging sensation and the trickling feeling of gushing blood.
“I know you think this will all work out. Like if you don’t tell me anything you’ll walk out of here alive, but you’re wrong. If you really have nothing to tell me, you no longer serve me any purpose, therefore I can kill you.”
Exasperating a sigh, I close my mouth stubbornly to symbolize the lack of information I’m willing to give, and look to the floor, which results in a quick slice of the knife.
I wince, trying not to think about the blood slipping down my neck and onto the tight lavender dress Peter had picked out for our date night.
“What’s the code to the vault?” He repeats.
“I don’t know.”
He grabs the collar of my dress, slowly dragging his knife all the way down to my thighs, leaving my body exposed and a long red liquid spewing where his knife opened my dress.
He looks up at me, clearly searching for a reaction that I don’t gift him. He angrily wraps his legs around my thighs, taking a seat on my lap. At an antagonizing pace, he begins dragging his knife from my eyebrow all the way down my nose and to my cheek.
Then down my arm repeatedly, as if solely in spite of me.
“Someone will come for me.” I spit the blood that had trickled onto my lips and into my mouth onto his already blood stained shirt. “Peter will find me.”
He chuckles, slowly rising to his feet and walking to a nearby table. “He left you.”
The tears that stream down my face and fall into my lap aren’t for the pain that he causes me, but for the memory of our relationship. The guilt that I feel after letting him replace my wonderful father. Dad would never stand by and let this happen, and I’m not going to either.
He fidgets with a few tools on the table before settling for a high tech remote. I hear the sound of a button being clicked before a projector lowers from the ceiling.
I stubbornly lift my sunken gaze to see what the screen is for. It goes static for few seconds, before flickering to a countdown screen.
“2 minutes and 30 seconds remaining.” A monotone voice reads.
“You see that?” He questions, “I know you’d do anything to protect the people you care about, including endure hours of torture. That part was just for my enjoyment.”
He motions to my cloth less body.
The screen shines brightly, illuminating the wide, cocky smile plastered on Mr Becks face, “If you fail to tell me what I want to know about your dads safe before the timer goes off, a video will broadcasts across every public television screen in new york city.” He pauses as if trying to build suspense. “A broadcast that will expose Spider-man’s identity.”
For a split second, my face falls, and his smile brightens.
“I-“ I stammer, looking at the screen in shock.
Is he bluffing? He has to be. But his face reads otherwise. He proudly stares up at the screen, almost as if he hopes I don’t give in so that his genius, perfectly executed plan can come to life.
“Two Minutes remaining.” The voice reads.
I think about Peter. My boyfriend. My best friend. I know Mr Beck is lying, and that Peter didn’t really leave me here, but Tony was my dad.
I close my eyes in remembrance of what I’ve lost. How my dad spent those years trying to bring Peter back, and got himself killed in the process. How I lost him long before he was really gone. All for Peter.
“What would he do?” I foolishly ask myself.
He wouldn’t be in this position in the first place. He would’ve caught on to Mr Beck the second he walked into the picture. This is all my fault, and Peter shouldn’t have to pay for my mistakes. He would save Peter.
“30 seconds remaining.”
I open my eyes and watch the screen, watch the seconds slowly inch down. A tear escapes my eye, and I don’t bother hiding It’s clear i’m upset, my facade has fallen.
He slowly inches towards me, placing his hand ‘comfortingly’ on my face and using his thumb to wipe away my tears. “What’s it gonna be?”
My eyes are filled with furry, though my voice doesn’t reflect it as I calmly reply. “I hate you so fucking much.”
“I knew you’d come around!” He smiles, walking to the other side of the pitch black room. I see a number panel light up, as he looks to me expectantly.
The timer continues to rush down, now reading 18 seconds.
“0212912001” I recite quickly through clenched teeth.
I faintly hear the clicking of him inputting some numbers.
“Your birthday?”
“My birthday.” I mumble, allowing a tear to roll down my cheek.
Beep Beep
The machine confirms, illuminating a green light as he turns back to me in astonishment.
“Didn’t think i’d tell the truth?” I coldly stare at the timer, as my tears continue to fall.
“No.” He says shortly, rushing to see the projector, “I honestly didn’t think you’d be so weak.” He says it like a passing thought. As though he planned to say it in confidence but was too worried about something else that was going on.
“Six.” The tedious voice reminds.
“Giving up your fathers most important life changing inventions?”
“Five.”
“To protect your boyfriend?”
“Four.”
He laughs, shaking his head. His voice again laced in conceded confidence “Pathetic.”
“Three.”
“Turn it off!” I cry, trying to break free of the restraints that hold me.
“Two.”
“It’s scheduled to upload. The countdown isn’t what controls when. I could never have stopped it.”
“One.”
As if on command, the screen changes to a video of a bloodied Mr Beck, presumably immediately after his fight with Peter. I quickly send him a glance and notice he’s wearing the same outfit as in the broadcast.
“I don’t know if I’ll make it out of this
alive-“ I hear clanking and fighting in the near distance behind the camera, “Peter Parker is Spider-man.” He pants,
Peter is then brought into frame. He’s in his all too familiar suit, but it’s torn, bloodied, and his mask is nowhere in sight .
“No.” I mumble.
“And if you’re seeing this… he’s killed me.”
The screen goes dark and my heart plummets.
#spiderman#peter parker#tom holland#zendaya#spiderman no way home#spiderman homecoming#spider-man kidnap#quentin beck#spider man x reader#peter parker x stark!reader#spider man fanfiction#tom holland fanfiction#peter parker fanfiction#marvel#the avengers#avengers kidnapping
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Pairing: Xu Shangqi x f. reader
Genre: smut
Warnings: mentions of sex, hickies, scratches, amnesia, Vegas shenanigans, alcohol consumption, hangover, Shangqi being a tease, implied smut (plz let me know if I am forgetting any)
Summary: A trip to Vegas leads to you waking up to another man in your bed.
Word Count: 864
Notes: This started as a request from my bday sleepover almost a year ago 💀 and I lost inspo for it until I decided to take part in @the-slumberparty Warm-Up: One Word Drabble. Thank you Navy and Roo for hosting this sleepover and thank you Bri Bri for the request! Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊
word generated: club
request: 🎉 from the prompt list, specially the smutty ones, 15. “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.” and 29. “I’ll take it that you like what you see.” with Shangqi? 🫣 👀 - @hollandparkersx
You woke up to a pounding headache and dry throat. But with your friends around, you knew that you would end up drinking more than you can handle and make even more crazy decisions. Speaking of your friends.
Oh shit, what time was it?
The alarm clock on the side of your bed flashed 11:30am. You groaned, massaging your temples.
Well, so much for brunch at The Cosmopolitan.
In annoyance, you snatched your phone from the nightstand. Turning it on, you read a message from your best friend.
Sorry, hun! Was gonna wake you up but then we saw you snuggled up to that hottie from the club last night. Don’t worry, we’ll bring you something when we come back. Have fun with your man 😘 Lmk if you need more of those XL condoms 😉
What the fuck was she-
Oh…
On the opposite side of the queen sized bed was a naked man, whose body looked like it was sculpted like Michaelangelo himself. Not to mention, red scratch marks trailed down his back as if a rabid animal attacked him. That couldn’t have been your doing…right?
He began to roll over, exposing his equally sculpted chest and abs that was littered in hickies and kiss marks. Your eyes widened when you realized the lip stains on his body matched the shade of your lipstick from last night. As you wiped the side of your mouth, your smeared lipstick appeared on your fingertips. Finally awake, the man stared at you, leaning against his propped arm. You tried not to stare at his bulging bicep, but he caught on as he smirked.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” the man slurred with a low, sexy morning voice that was richer than the coffee you craved to cure your hangover. His eyes scanned your bare torso, smirking as you quickly covered yourself.
“No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart,” he chuckled and you watched his chest rise and fall. “I already know you look beautiful naked.” Your cheeks heated up and you slowly let the blanket fall in your lap.
“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”
The man laughed again. “Well you and I got pretty drunk last night and I guess one thing led to another…”
Now your memories were coming back to you. You and your friends went club hopping on the strip, and you met the guy in bed with you on the bus ride there. While you were still sober, you and he chatted over how you were in Vegas for your friend’s birthday, and he was there to get over some family issues he dealt with in the past month.
By the time you got to the club, he paid for you and your friends' drinks. You basically left both of your groups to dance with each other but would still follow each other on each ride to the different clubs. At the end of the night, you and he went back to your room while both of your friend groups stayed behind to find a place to eat. The rest of the night with him was still a blur but it was pretty clear that you both slept with each other. Only thing was, you forgot his name.
“I’m sorry,” you started, “but can you remind me of your name please?”
“Don’t sweat it. It’s Shangqi.” You nodded and then gave him your name.
“I remember your name, sweetheart.” Shangqi smiled. “Surprised you forgot mine when you were screaming it all night long.”
You clenched your jaw as you grew wet between your legs. The urge to pounce on him was strong, especially with the way he stretched across the bed. Your gaze automatically landed on his groin that hid underneath the bed sheet.
“I’ll take it that you like what you see,” Shangqi teased once he caught you staring. You curled your lips inward as your face warmed up. He decided to change the subject to spare you of your embarrassment.
“Got any plans for today?” Shangqi asked.
“I was supposed to go to brunch with my friends but seeing that they found us sleeping together, they decided it was best to leave me behind.” Shangqi gave you an apologetic look, feeling bad that he kept you from your friends. You reassured him, “Don’t worry though, I had a great time last night. I mean, I don’t remember everything that happened, but I know it was fun.”
“Yeah, we went through like 5 condoms last night.” He picked up an opened condom packet, causing your breath to hitch when you realized it was a gold XL packet like your friend mentioned in the text.
You huffed out a flustered breath. “Wow, I guess there is a lot more that I don’t remember from last night.”
Shangqi’s next words turned you into a puddle. “Want me to jog your memory, sweetheart?”
You bit your lip as your thighs rubbed together to ease the growing need in your core. God, this man made it extremely impossible to resist him. “Yeah, help me remember every single detail.”
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Break Me Slowly|Part 29|Yandere Levi x Evelyn
(A/N: The finale goes up next week! Also for the art I saw this on Pinterest and thought of Evelyn and Levi, if someone knows the artist please either put it in my ask box or reply below and I'll credit them! Hope you enjoy!)
WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.
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Levi didn't appreciate the call in the middle of the night from Erwin, the Commander had the habit of working late and forcing one poor sap to stay behind with him to run errands and messages.
The pounding on his door only increased his headache, he hadn't exactly been sober last night and the last thing he needed was some ass rubbing salt in his wounds.
Finally he emerged, a robe hastily thrown on as he ripped open the door. "Damn it man what do you want!? Don't you know what time it is? What could possibly have possessed you to be awake at this ungodly hour and bother people trying to sleep?"
The young man seemed shaken to his core, Levi had never seen him before so for his first encounter with the aloof Captain to be a rather forceful lecture the poor kid looked like he was about to piss his pants.
"Commander Erwin sir- he said it's urgent-" With shaking hands he extends an envelope, no doubt hoping to be rid himself of this terrifying man.
Levi takes it and nods for him to get lost. So he was right after all, after everything he'd done for Erwin he still felt like he had the right to order him around. Keep him on his toes. The smug bastard.
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Since her husband made no effort to be quiet, Evelyn woke up to his thrown clothes and a sore core mixed with an ungodly headache.
"Levi? What's going on what are you doing-"
"That bastard-" He huffs. "Erwin snapped his fingers and now I have to come running like a dog."
"And you just can't say no?"
"Of course not, now get up, you're coming with me, Furlan too."
"Why? You shouldn't be gone that long and it's so late-"
"Because we live in different times Evelyn! Lawlessness is running rampage and I can't just leave my defenseless wife and child." He marches over and slaps her on the rear, hard. "Now move your ass!"
Evelyn yelps and rushes to at least make herself decent, throwing on a dress and shoes while Levi left to get their child.
Once he returned he gave her a nod of approval. "Let's go, and you're going to be a good little wife who doesn't give me shit and talk back right? You've been doing well with your behavior, I'd let it continue if I were you."
"Yes Levi."
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Levi tapped his foot against the ground while he waiting for his commander to speak. Erwin had a habit of leading his soldiers on with news just to prove a point that he was in charge and they were not. Evelyn and child waited in his office down the hall, he wasn't sure how long this was going to take and he wanted her secure somewhere he knew inside and out was safe.
"I must say I'm a little hurt I wasn't invited to the christening Levi."
He fought the urge to roll his eyes. "It was just my wife and I, germs are a concern of mine you know, especially when my son took so much time to make."
"I suppose you have a point. How is the roll of fatherhood? Sleepless nights agreeing with you?"
"Look Erwin, I've given you what you wanted, more than what you wanted. So I suggest leaving my personal life alone before my wife and my support is suddenly withdrawn from you."
"Such a cold hearted thing to say to your friend, I must say I'm surprised."
"Bite me."
Erwin scoffs. "Still as rude as ever Levi. Guess all your fancy lessons and money don't account for breeding. You're still that Underground brat you've always been."
A twitch of the eyebrow signified Erwin had better choose his next words carefully. Not wanting an actually physical altercation the Commander lets up.
"I see Evelyn is coming around, well done."
"I told you she would, and yet you still sound surprised."
"You can't deny your first year being married has been normal by any means."
"Perhaps, but the point is she has. So happier than I've ever been. I have my wife and child."
"I guess you have everything you've ever wanted."
"Yes, yes I do. Thank you for noticing."
Erwin shakes his head in disbelief. "Unbelievable."
"Why did you call me here Erwin? And I know it's not for small talk."
"You're right, it's not. I know you appreciate bluntness so I'll get straight to the point." He pauses. "You know our current objective is to scout out the land and see what portion of it is unclaimed and can be claimed for Eldia correct?"
"As far as I'm aware yes."
"Well on one of these expeditions one of our ships was exploring an island off the coast of what was Marley, it was small but seemed to be totally void of human life. However as they explored they stumbled across what looked like a makeshift boat being built. For what purpose they weren't sure, until they found the human life."
Levi's eyebrows furrow. "Marley or Eldian?"
"This person was very much alive, surviving off of the fresh fruit on the island and planning on trying to cross the sea to come here. Even I can't believe the whole story."
"Erwin, answer me. Marley, or Eldian?"
The Commander sighs. "Eldian." He leans forward and places a pair of shattered glasses on the desk in front of Levi.
His breath catches in his throat. "This is some sick joke Erwin-"
"Thankfully for us both, it's not. Don't worry, she got a new pair recently."
"Erwin-"
"Hange's alive Levi."
As he opened his mouth to speak the door opened behind them, the same three eyes he's relied on for years stepping through.
"Hey there Levi, did you miss me?"
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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 29
Pairing: Hangman x Female OC
Word Count: 2803
Warnings: Talk of death
Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.
Or so he thought.
Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.
Chapter Songs: Forever and Always Peter Pan
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Ghost
A pounding headache- stemming from her periodic sob sessions every couple of hours- kept the female aviator up most of the night. Even the ibuprofen she'd found in the kitchen at two in the morning barely dulled the pain, so Ghost turned off the alarm she'd set and suffered in silence, only rousing from her bed again at the sound of shuffling and a voice from somewhere within the house. She peeked into the hallway. No one there. She followed the noises to the kitchen and discovered Maverick on the phone; judging by the expression he wore, it wasn't necessarily the best conversation.
Ghost attempted to sneak away to give him privacy, but Maverick turned around just in time to see her. He smiled and bid goodbye to whoever he spoke to before hanging up and saying, "Morning. I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No, sir. I've been up. Everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, just got off the phone with Rooster. He said Jules had a bad night. After the hurling stopped, the nausea stayed, so they've barely gotten any sleep. He's trying to convince her to go to the doctor, but she's staying firm and-"
"Not going?" Ghost finished, nodding understandingly. "She's got her dad's stubbornness."
"Tell me about it," Maverick agreed with a chuckle. "Would you like any tea? I'm making some before I head to the hangar."
"The hangar?" Ghost repeated, tilting her head in curiosity.
"I own a hangar and plane out in the desert. Plane's due for some maintenance. I'd invite you to come with me, but I might have my head ripped off by Juliette if I take you to the hangar instead of having you go to her place. Rooster might also lose his head by spontaneous combustion if you don't calm him down. Usually, Jules can, but since she's the source of his stress at the moment-"
"Say no more. I'll need to head to my place first because I have to take care of a few things, and then I'll head over there."
"Rooster and I, and our heads, appreciate it. Let me finish up our tea, and then I can drive you over whenever you're ready."
"I can take an Uber. I don't want to delay you from going to the hangar."
Maverick waved a dismissive hand. "I'll get there when I get there."
Ghost nodded and sat at the table, patiently waiting for the tea. She wondered what to say to avoid the awkward silence settling over them, but he beat her to the punch. "Why were you awake so early?"
Ghost shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Couldn't stop thinking of my dad and my fight with Hangman. The little sleep I did get was sporadic. It'll probably be like this for a few weeks, but I'll be fine. I always am. Nothing some ice cream and wine can't fix."
At that, Maverick laughed. "No wonder you and Juliette get along so well. She says the same thing."
"I'm honestly not sure which of us said it first, but it's always stuck. I know she's looking forward to being able to have a drink again."
"Speaking of drinks, our tea is ready," Maverick said. "Do you want to drink it here, or do you want a to-go cup?"
"I'll take a to-go cup. That way, we can drink it in the car."
Something flashed in his green eyes, and unless Ghost was mistaken, she recognized it as disappointment. A pang of guilt struck her heart, but as much as she wanted to stay and talk to the captain, Ghost had things she needed to do. She grabbed her clothes from the night prior- now in a plastic bag for easy carry- and her purse before following Maverick out the door with her tea in hand. Ghost assumed they were heading to the Jeep but found herself pleasantly surprised when led to a motorcycle instead.
"That's a Kawasaki Ninja H2," Ghost observed with wide eyes.
Maverick grinned. "Unfortunately, it won't hold our drinks. Otherwise, we could take it. But when I return, you can take it for a spin."
"I can- you would-" Ghost sputtered in disbelief. "All right, but only if you take my Ninja ZX-4R for a spin so we can compare notes on the two."
"I knew you had a motorcycle, but I didn't realize it was a Kawasaki, too," Maverick said, his turn to be shocked.
"Yes, sir. My mom always had a soft spot for them, and it seems that trait passed to me."
"It's a deal then." Maverick grabbed a set of keys from a board in the back of the garage before heading to the Jeep. Ghost followed, but her gaze kept returning to the motorcycle until it was no longer visible.
They arrived at her apartment too quickly, and while Ghost put on a brave face for Maverick, her heart sank to her stomach at the thought of being alone again. He must've picked up on her hesitance because he said, "If you need anything, anything at all, give me a call, okay?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you for everything. It... it really turned my night around," Ghost confessed, opening the car door. She grabbed her things and bid the Captain goodbye. As she started walking away, Ghost turned on her heel and asked, "I hate to ask this of you, but would you be able to swing by Hangman's and check on him? And let me know if he's okay?"
"Of course." No hesitation. No questions. An indisputable amount of love and respect for him filled Ghost in that moment. Relieved, she told him graciously, "Thank you, Maverick."
Then Ghost went to her apartment. The Captain refused to drive off until he saw her safely inside. Ghost set down her stuff and turned on a light, staring at the immaculate space, save for the mugs residing at her kitchen sink, the only evidence two people had been here last instead of the standard one.
"I should've asked Mav to stay," Ghost mumbled to herself, shuffling to her bedroom. She plugged her phone into its charger and collapsed on her bed, texting Juliette and Rooster that she'd be over later after she got some stuff done at her apartment. Then she texted Jackie, asking her to call as soon as she was willing and able. Lastly, Ghost waited for Maverick to let her know about Hangman. He lived close by, so the response would come relatively quickly, but the ten minutes that dragged by were some of the longest in Ghost's life.
When her phone buzzed with an incoming message, she swiftly opened it to see who it was. The good news: it was Maverick. The bad news: he informed her he hadn't been able to get ahold of Hangman. Ghost sent off a "thank you" and groaned in dismay. Was Jake okay? Where was he?
Ghost's finger hovered over the call button for Hangman, a hairs' breadth away. She could try calling him, but most likely, he wouldn't answer. Besides, Ghost had given him such a final goodbye...
She exited out of the conversation and went to her contacts, calling someone else who could help. Someone who knew Hangman like the back of their hand.
"Hey, what's up?" Coyote answered on the third ring.
"Hey, where are you?"
"At the gym. Why?"
"When you get a chance, can you check on Jake? It's a long story, but-"
"I already know," Coyote said gently. "He didn't tell me much, but I can tell it's bad."
"How did you-"
"Juliette texted me last night. Not long after the fight happened, I think. Asked me to check on him."
For the second time in less than an hour, a pang of guilt struck Ghost's heart, much stronger and more brutal this time. Hangman had sent Juliette to check on Ghost immediately after the fight. Meanwhile, Ghost had waited until she couldn't bear the silence of her solitude- 12 hours later- to do the same, even after witnessing the pain in Hangman's eyes. She'd been so selfish in her pain...
"He's doing okay," Coyote continued, "if not a little more broody and quiet. Whatever he's feeling, he's taking it out on the poor punching bag. He's going to Captain America that thing if he keeps at it. How are you doing?"
"Had better days," she admitted, rubbing a stray tear off her cheek.
"I'm sure. And Ghost, I'm really sorry about your dad. Hangman told me that's why y'all disappeared for a few days."
Another tear rolled down her cheek, and Ghost struggled to keep her voice steady. "Thanks, Javy. It was- it was really unexpected, but I'm glad I had Jake there. I know things went to shit last night, but I'm still glad he was there with me."
"I haven't told anyone else. Figured you'd tell them when you were ready." "I appreciate it. If they ask, you can tell them, but I won't bring it up unless they ask. Not sure how I'd bring it up in normal conversation anyways."
"I get it," he said. Coyote started to say something else, stopped, then quietly asked, "Do you think y'all can come back from this?"
"I don't know," Ghost said, her voice cracking. "He won't tell me what I need to know so I can at least understand why he did what he did, and I can't figure out why. I keep thinking it's something I did-"
"It's not. That much, I'm positive about. Jake was screwed up after Ghoul's death. I mean, we all were, but he-" Coyote searched for the right words- "he was really messed up from it. I could never figure out how badly, just that it took a good year to get back a semblance of the Jake I knew before it."
"I wish he'd talk to me about it. If it gets the burden of whatever guilt he's carrying off his shoulders-"
"It'll happen. One day, it will."
"Hopefully sooner rather than later. If life's taught me anything lately, it's that you never know what tomorrow will bring, and God forbid something should happen to either of us, I don't want us to be at odds. Even if we come to a mutual agreement to be friendly acquaintances, I'll take that over whatever we are right now."
"I think he would agree. Listen, I should get back, but I'll text you in a bit to check in, okay?"
"All right. And Coyote, I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess. I hate the idea of you being in the middle of this."
"Don't worry about it, all right? Worry about me going on my date tonight."
Ghost rocketed upwards. "You have a date?"
"Yeah. A cute girl gave me her number a while ago, and, well, here we are. I'll tell you about it if it goes well. Or I'll call you if I need an escape."
"I'm sure it'll be fine, but I'm here if you need me. I'll talk to you later." Ghost hung up and sighed, a soft smile tugging on her lips at the idea of Coyote going on a date. She was beyond happy for him to be putting himself out there and prayed it turned into something bigger and better for him.
Ghost pushed herself up and went to the living room, taking her phone and charger. She planned on some retail therapy- specifically books- when her gaze drifted to the guitars on her wall, namely, the dark blue one hanging above them all. The oldest, most sentimental in her collection.
Forever and always.
Forever and always.
Forever and always.
The words echoed repeatedly in her head. Hangman couldn't have meant them. Not truly. Not if he couldn't give her the one kernel of truth she desperately needed to hear. Anger swelled in her chest, and she tugged the guitar down. Setting up her phone, Ghost strummed a few notes, getting into the frame of mind for the song screaming to be sung. Once she memorized the lyrics, Ghost strung the first note, her voice ringing out crystal clear. She started out calmly, keeping her emotions in check, but when she hit the chorus, the dam burst as she sang with her wounded heart: "And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called, and then you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all, and you flashback to when he said forever and always. Oh, oh, and it rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong. It rains when you're here, and it rains when you're gone. 'Cause I was there when you said forever and always..."
After that, the song came out much more angrily than Ghost intended, but by the end of it, all the bravado and fury had disappeared, and with her voice barely holding together, a fresh wave of tears threatening to hijack her video, Ghost finished softly: "You said forever and always."
She stopped the video and leaned back on her couch, the melody and singing having acted as a sort of catharsis to voice her feelings. Most of her followers hadn't pieced together that her recent postings had been related to her emotions lately because they hadn't for the past few years. Only when Ghost had started the account after Ghoul's death- a coping mechanism for losing both her WSO and Hangman- had the songs been linked to her feelings. Otherwise, all the songs had simply been ones she loved and enjoyed belting out to. Only those who knew Ghost was behind the account would see the shift, understand the significance behind each video, meaning Juliette, Rooster, Jackie, and Wolfie. No one else, not even Coyote, Hangman, the Daggers, or Charlie, knew the account was owned by Ghost, and she intended on keeping it that way. If they did somehow, they kept it a secret from her.
Ghost fiddled with her Naval Academy ring while posting the video. Two familiar people instantly liked it: Princess86 and NotJacobBlack. Also known as Juliette Kazansky and Wolfie. The former left no comment, probably because she would be seeing Ghost later in the day, but the latter commented: Do I need to send wine and ice cream to you? I'd bring it myself, but it's hard being overseas.
Ghost chuckled, liked the comment, and replied: Just wait to bring it when I see you next!
The second she replied to Wolfie, another like came in by QueenJ_5_30. Another second later, the person's name flashed on Ghost's screen, demanding to FaceTime.
"Hey, Jackie," Ghost answered, setting her guitar aside.
"Spill," Jackie ordered.
Ghost shook her head. "I'd rather not get into it."
"So that heart-wrenching song you just posted has nothing to do with why you wanted me to call?"
"Not in the slightest, actually," Ghost said matter-of-factly. "I need your help with something, and it's going to sound absolutely batshit crazy."
"Dealing with batshit crazy is my specialty, and I could use a distraction. What's up?"
"So, you're really good at finding things that people don't want you to-"
"Yep, it's why I got hired for my job. Why?"
"I need you to look into something for me. I need you to find out exactly when Mom and Dad went on their break before I was born."
"Oh, I can tell you that now. It was late May, early June the year before. Why?"
"I'm not going to ask why you knew that off the top of your head. Give me a sec." Ghost did some calculations in her head and felt the color drain out of her face. "Jackie- oh God, I can't believe I'm asking this right now- do you know if Mom had an affair during that time?"
"I'm sure I could find out, but why? You keep avoiding that question. Why do you need to know this?"
Ghost took a deep breath, forcing herself not to jump to conclusions. Still, Jackie had to understand Ghost's motivations. "Because I learned that when she and Dad went on their break, Mom dated Maverick for those two weeks she was away."
"And?"
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Ghost simply said, "Jackie, do the math."
The elder Blackwood narrowed her eyes at her little sister, but Ghost could see the gears turning in her head. It didn't take long for Jackie to catch on. "Oh my God. You think- are you-"
"I don't know, and that's what I need your help finding out. I don't want to ask him and stir up trouble without more concrete evidence, and I don't want to ask Mom because we just lost Dad and-"
Jackie held up her hand to cut off her sister and said, "Say no more. I'm on it. Give me a week."
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