#i kind of lost my idea midway through making gifs so have this
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The man behind the mask
Jonathan Crane x reader (Cillian Murphy as Scarecrow)
Requested by: @kpopgirlbtssvt Thank you so so much for sending this idea! I’m sorry it took me so long to write it, but I wanted it to be perfect… I hope you like this 🥰
A/N: I’m finally going through some requests I had saved in my drafts. And I knew the only way to get through this story was sharing something a little bit personal…
❗️When you go out (club, restaurant, pub, whatever) don’t leave your drink unattended, not for a single minute, I mean it, the only time I agree to go a club - I was never the big party girl- there was a group of 8-10 big men in red t-shirts, they stood out because they weren’t locals. One of them spiked my drink, I saw the bubbles like those alka-seltzer things, (I didn’t drink it), but then I made the mistake of going to the bathroom with my friend and when we came out, a group of four of them were walking towards us. Luckily our other friends intercepted us midway out of nowhere and we got out of the club through the emergency door, it was a miracle it was open, and I know for local news that’s a group that uses woman as human/organ trafficking, again, be careful when you go out 🙏🏻
Jonathan raised his eyebrows at the stupidity in legs sitting in front of him at the bar.
Four men rushed past them, talking in English with a foreign accent about a girl who was drinking the special cocktail.
“You know the consequences if you don’t get him first.” He warned standing up. “I don’t think you want to see my mask, again.”
He came all this way for nothing, that useless man only had excuse after excuse for not making a simple job.
When it came to his time, he was really jealous of it, he wanted things done efficiently. That’s why he decided to leave before he lost the little patience he was given. Taking the stairs to the first floor, he made a face when he found the place crowded, but the frown increased when someone accidentally bumped into him.
“‘m sorry, I don’t feel really well.” The girl apologized before passing out right in front of him, he barely had time enough to catch her in his arms.
“No, no, no. Ughhh.” He groaned.
The group of foreigners started walking towards him.
“Move over scrawny.” Said one of them.
The rest of them laughed, bringing back all the horrible memories of his childhood when his classmates bullied him for being short and skinny.
Closing his eyes, Jonathan swallowed hard, placing the girl carefully on the floor. “Take that back.” He warned.
They all looked like gigantic monsters with big and strong bodies.
The group erupted in laughter.
It was a natural thing to take the scarecrow mask from the inside pocket of his suit and putting on while taking the small gas device in his hand.
Pressing the button, the gas came out of the mask without a warning and they started screaming uncontrollably, as they watched their worsts nightmares come to life.
Still wearing the mask but not using the gas, Jonathan looked at the girl, who briefly opened her eyes. “Help m-”
Was all she could mumble before passing out again.
Shit. Jonathan thought, he wasn’t a hero, he wasn’t a savior, but he couldn’t leave this girl just like that.
So against his will, he took her in his arms.
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Lighting the fireplace he cursed himself for giving in and bringing her to his house, but as he saw her features he confirmed he couldn’t leave her at the club.
He knew she had been drugged, Jonathan knew the modus operandi of the club; every night they picked a couple of girls, spike their drinks and take them for human or organs trafficking.
It was a terrible escenario, yes, but it was a reality. Something he didn’t have any business in.
Although he was involved now, because of the girl sleeping in his couch. Walking around, he grabbed a needle, electrolytes, and some vitamins, to try to contrarrest the effects of the drugs.
He was surprised by his own kindness towards this stranger, but as he watched her frown soften, he wondered if he wasn’t as terrible as he thought of himself.
Your head felt as if it was smashed against a wall several times, you felt dizzy, the whole room spinning around, your entire body hurt making you wonder if a train hit you and you didn’t know.
Then you saw it, something connected to the inside of your arm.
As you tried to take the tape off, a soft hand came to stop your movement.
“It’s alright, you’re safe now.”
The sharp move made your whole body ache, as you tried to move away.
“Where’s the man with the mask?” You asked feeling groggy.
“Everything is fine. Drink this.” Taking the tablets and water, you thanked him in a whisper.
Your eyes dancing across the room, you could see it was still dark outside. And with that you drifted back to sleep again.
Not noticing when Jonathan checked your vitals three times during your sleep.
When you finally woke up, it was a whole new day, the day was sunny and a soft melody could be heard in the background.
Your mouth felt dry, and your vision was a bit blurry.
“You will feel better tomorrow, just need to have some rest.” The deep voice startled you from behind.
Looking down your body, you were covered by a light blanket from your waist down, the upper part of your body had a hoodie on, you felt your strapless dress disheveled, thankfully it was covered.
“W-who are you?” What the hell happened last night?
“Dr. Crane.” He answered looking at her through his glasses.
But by the scared look that crossed your features, he sighed annoyed by this soft side of him.
“Jonathan.”
He was always Dr. Crane, or the Scarecrow, he was never Jonathan. Not in public at least.
And he felt awfully naked showing someone that part of him.
“Y/N Y/LN.” You stated still unsure. “I-I need to use the bathroom.”
He was still a stranger but he seemed like a good person too.
“Take the hall, to your right.”
With a small nod, you followed his instructions, but before disappearing in the hall, you turned to face him.
“You were the man wearing the mask, weren’t you?” You remembered it too vividly; his voice, his eyes, the way he protected you.
Surprised by your words and your memories, he nodded.
But he was even more surprised when you rushed towards him to give him an unexpected hug.
“Thank you… for saving me.”
He couldn’t remember the last time someone thanked him for something, or the last time he got a hug like that.
But it definitely meant more than he could explain.
As you were in the bathroom, Jonathan kept his eyes closed, still too engrossed in your perfume and the way your arms wrapped around him.
Why did it burn? And why did he wanted more?
Those were questions he didn’t have answers to, but he was soon pulled out from his thoughts as he heard a loud noise in the bathroom.
Opening the door, Jonathan found you unconscious on the floor.
“Y/N!” Jonathan tried shaking your arms slightly. But there was no response, the drugs you consumed at the club affected your system, even though he knew the possible side effects, he got scared. He couldn’t take you to a hospital, he couldn’t explain someone had spiked your drink and he tried to help you.
With a groan he lifted your motionless body from the floor, walking back to the big couch and one more time, providing you with another dose of the cocktail he used earlier. Thankfully he had everything you needed right there at home, he had a couple of medicines he considered to be necessary in his emergency kit.
Moving away the hair from your face, he found himself smiling for no reason, or at least he wasn’t capable of finding the right words.
Checking your pulse, he finally took a deep breath as he saw the numbers coming down to a normal rate. Unsure if you were allergic to anything, he kept the doses to the minimum, and added something else to help you get rid of the drugs in your system faster.
Emptying the contents of your stomach wasn’t something nice, you felt more embarrassed than ever, but after you regained consciousness, Jonathan assured you it was the only way.
You didn’t know this man, but he saved your life, not only at the club, but by taking care of you the way he was doing it. He gently explained you the side effects these drugs could do, he made sure you stayed hydrated and was constantly checking if you needed anything.
“I’m sorry your free night from the hospital shift ended up like this, taking care of a groggy.” You admitted embarrassed, hiding your blush in the glass of water he offered you. “First time I go to a club for a birthday, I was never the big party girl-type and I pass out… how did I end up here?” You asked embarrassed.
Jonathan’s features changed, he looked serious and concerned. “They drugged you, Y/N.”
It took you several minutes to process his statement, your hands started shaking as Jonathan adjusted his glasses on his nose.
“Shouldn’t have say that, sorry.” He offered you a half smile, he was nervous.
“How do you know that?”
“There’s a lot of people behind them, you were lucky they couldn’t take you.”
“I was lucky because you saved me.” But as you saw him shaking his head, you repeated it. “You did.”
“No, it was Scarecrow.” He mumbled.
Frowning you asked him what he meant, but he shook his head again and stood up.
“You need some food.” You saw him shifting his weight from one foot to another. “What would you like?”
“Indian?” You asked with a smile and he knew he was in trouble.
Big troubles.
Some time later, you were sitting with him in his immaculate kitchen telling him that you were a teacher of seventh graders, but at the moment you were enjoying the school break. Without really noticing, you shared a big part of your personal dreams with him, for some reason he had this mysterious energy around him, but you could also see he was humble.
But also extremely shy and quiet.
Leaning back in your chair, you asked: “What’s your specialization?”
Jonathan was about to take a sip of his drink, when your question took him by surprise.
“Let me guess.” You wondered. “Pediatrician?”
What was he supposed to say? Oh, and by the way… I make sane people go crazy and then keep them locked in an asylum?
“Cardiologist?” But as you saw the doubts in his eyes, you pursed your lips in a tight line. “Sorry, don’t want to bother you, I can get all detective sometimes.”
“No, is it that… I’ve a place for people who can’t be on their own,” he took a deep breath and looked down at his plate.
“See?! I knew you have a big heart.” You stated in a cheerful mode, feeling better.
He felt terrible for lying, but he didn’t have another choice.
“Listen…” He tried to explain but you cut him off.
“Don’t be so modest Doctor… sometimes you have to admit you’re a hero and you also need to learn to take compliments.” Picking up the things you used, you turned around to throw it in the trash. “Thank you from the bottom of my heart for what you did, I feel much better now.”
Against his will, you called a taxi to go back home, not without thanking him once more for what he did.
But your gratitude wasn’t enough for him.
There was something else growing in him, something stronger, something he wasn’t capable of naming yet. Something he had never felt before.Jonathan felt an uncontrollable need to be around you.
He had never cared about anyone else apart of himself. But after taking care of you, he genuinely felt like he could be a better person, after getting to know you a little he knew he needed your cheerful personality around.
And as the days passed by, he wasn’t able to let go of your memory.
But little did he knew that every night after he saved you, you would dream of that night at the club, the way his blue eyes stared at you as he carried you in his arms.
You were only able to remember small glimpses of him, everything was so blurry unfortunately, but deep down in your memory, images of him looking down at you through that mask showed up constantly in your dreams.
It wasn’t the fascinating color of his eyes, no, it was something else. You were grateful that he saved you, yes, but it was more than that.
Realizing that he was afraid to give the first step, you decided to show up in his front door the next Thursday at midday.
A maid welcomed you and asked you to wait for Dr. Crane inside, she would announce you shortly.
“This better be important Dolores, I don’t like to be interrupted when I’m doing my experiments.” You heard him say as he took the stairs from the basement.
You saw the shocked expression in his face as he found you in front of him. Maybe it was absurd to think that he would welcome you with open arms, he was probably busy.
“Sorry if I interrupted you, Jonathan… I just wanted to give you this back.” You showed him the hoodie he used to cover you.
When he looked down, your nerves increased. Did you made a mistake thinking you could take the initiative?
Embarrassed for your actions, you left the bag of food you also brought. Turning around, you wished the taxi was still outside.
“You have no idea how many times I wished I could see you again.” He finally stated as you reached the front door.
“What did you say?” Your heart started beating at a crazy speed.
“Sorry if I was rude, I wasn’t expecting to actually see you again.”
You smiled and relaxed a little. “Well you didn’t ask me for my phone last week.”
Frowning, he answered: “big mistake.”
A nervous chuckle left your mouth.
“Honestly, I didn’t think you would like to see me again.”
Now it was your turn to frown. “What makes you say that? You’re a good man, I will be forever grateful with you.”
There were things that would probably make you think he was a monster.
Jonathan walked away from you, turning his back at you, hands in his pockets.
“The mask is supposed to have the opposite effect, Y/N.”
Taking in his words, you could see the battle he was fighting inside.
“Show me… Show me the mask.” You pleaded.
“No.” He immediately interjected.
“I already saw the mask, Jonathan and what I saw is that the man wearing it, saved my life.”
Seeing your smile made him forget about everything. He was convinced he would only see you in his dreams, but you made him question himself so many things he thought were figured out by now.
Staring at the mask in his eyes images of all the people he had tortured flashed before him, and the last thing he wanted to cause you was that, he was terrified to show you who he really was. The more he thought about it, the more he confirmed he shouldn’t really be walking back from the basement with the mask on.
You didn’t know you were holding your breath until you were close enough to see his blue eyes through the mask. The memories of that night playing in the back of your mind, you suddenly remembered listening someone screaming, you could only see Jonathan’s back, everything around you was moving, blurry, as if you were underwater.
Your hand moved up to touch gently the seams over the closed mouth. Had he been silenced in the past? Had someone forced him to see the world from behind the mask? Was he trying to protect himself from someone?
“There was something else…” You could see through the holes that his eyes were closed. “A gas.” You remembered.
“Y/N…”
He didn’t want you to see that side of him, he didn’t want you to see Scarecrow.
“What are you afraid of?”
“That it will push you away.” He whispered.
But you encouraged him to show you the gas as well.
Jonathan swallowed hard, afraid to scare you, he was ready to see the horror in your face. But his breath got stuck in his throat as you didn’t even flinch, when the gas dissipated and you were still there, he couldn’t believe it.
Confused, he blinked. “Y-You didn’t see it?”
“See what?” You frowned. “I only see your mask.”
There wasn’t something that scared you?
Hesitating, you bit you lower lip a little while your hands touched the hem of the mask covering his face.
Maybe you had to be drugged in order to meet him.
In a very intimate and delicate motion, you pulled it from his head. Holding the mask in one hand, you ran your free hand through his disheveled hair to smooth it, loving the way it fell against his forehead.
His fingers felt cold against your cheek, but his lips were the perfect fit for yours when he titled his head to kiss you. Tentative at first, to then move at a slow rhythm.
Accidentally, Jonathan pressed the gas button as his hands circled your waist, taking you both by surprise. Looking into each other’s eyes, you both chuckled at it, only to start kissing again.
And for the first time, he knew that he could show someone the real him, the man behind the mask.
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HI HI! I couldn’t help but stop by and look at your blog and omg I love the aesthetic of it! It’s super cute!
Also if it would not be too much could I request Dazai x Hispanic! Reader that’s having a quince and Dazai is their main Chambelan?
(Ofc if you feel uncomfortable with this in any way please ignore this! I wouldn’t want you writing something you’re uncomfortable with!)
And have a lovely day / afternoon / night, take care of yourself, stay hydrated and eat your fav snack! And have a good well rest!
Dazai in a Quince
I love this idea, but since Dazai is an adult and a quince is for a minor, I had two options. One where I age Dazai down is an option but not my fav or Dazai attending a Quince with you as your date. It is kind of short since I've been pretty busy.
Buy me a Coffee
-Dazai attending a quince with you would be hectic from the start of the day. Getting dressed all the way to the end of the party at 4 in the morning when he is stumbling drunk.
-The both of you start the day off by telling him to get up and change into his first outfit of the day. It was to attend the church ceremony in the morning and then it would lead to the quince.
-At the church, he wasn't willing to sit and be quiet all he did was bad-mouth the church which in a way was kind of funny. Just that if your family knew what he was saying you would be shamed for dating him. His jokes were the best but you had to keep a straight face while on the verge of breaking down and laughing your ass off.
-At the quince straight to the alcohol he would run there before your uncles to get it and he'll make sure to get you some. At the quince, he doesn't know how to speak Spanish so he'll be like a lost puppy. He'll always be by your side. Though he doesn't know Spanish he'll say the dumbest thing in Japanese and make you spit your drink out.
-He forgot to get a gift and he left your gift at home. So midway of the party he is ubering home to pick your gift up and going through your safe to give away something to the quincenera. Once he is back he is putting the gift on the gift table and walks back to you.
-This man is dancing once he is like five shots in. Your cousins and family friends are all dancing with him and thinking he is amazing. They couldn't care less if he couldn't speak Spanish all they care is that he parties just like them.
-Four in the morning and you are dragging this man home.
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(1) Daze of Pollen
(Work in Progress - 1 of 8; Slow updates)
Daze of Pollen Materlist
Pairing: (cis)fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson
Words: 1800+
Warnings: None except language?
Summary: Bucky, Steve, Sam and you are in the safe house post mission when a retrieved Hydra device activates, releasing a kind of pollen you don’t know of, but the effects of which are soon discovered.
A/N: To all my horny bitches out there, I’m sorry the first chapter isn’t smutty. I didn’t plan on keeping the entire first chapter as the intro but it just...happened. Also, This is my submission for @buckyssoul ‘s Rae Hit 1k Marvel Writing Challenge. I’m sorry for the delay. Hope you like it!
It is a strange concept, really. We don't always get what we want. But if we do, it's when we least expect it, in the most strangest of ways as well.
Call it your good luck, fate, destiny, a simple mere coincidence, or whatever. You were grateful for that night in the safe house regardless. For the first and the last time, you could say that you were thankful for a little Hydra contraption.
It all started during a peaceful dinner. You and your group of friends were relaxing after a successful mission, treating yourselves with any and all comfort food available in the safe house. The mission was anticipated to be much harder than usual; the only reason why Bucky and Sam had asked you and Steve to accompany them. Quite unexpectedly, the mission went smoothly and it seemed there was no need for the extra help they had requested. But considering the mission consisted of scoping out an abandoned Hydra base, being overly cautious was preferred than being overconfident. One never knew the levels of villainy Hydra truly possessed.
Oh, you were about to discover the truth in that statement just fine.
Bucky sat across from you on the dining table, Sam to your right. The duo played catch with a balled sheet of paper, their half eaten meals abandoned on the table. You and Steve conversed with them while enjoying your respective sandwiches.
It was true that Steve had given up his Captain America mantle to Sam, a man just as deserving of the title, but hadn't completely retired. He didn't get out on the field anymore, but used his excellent strategic skills in planning the missions sometimes, especially if it included Hydra.
All of you would have been enroute to the Compound had Rhodey and Scott not hogged the quinjet. None of you minded though. With the four of you together, it was very much like a quiet night in with close friends. Unbeknown to you, it wasn't going to be particularly quiet much longer.
"Does it smell funny to anybody else here?" Bucky asked, pausing midway while rocking his chair. Squinting his eyes, he glanced around himself to locate the source of the smell, a deep frown etched onto his features.
Steve took a tentative whiff, you and Sam doing the same. "No pal, I don't smell anything."
"It's…" Bucky closed his eyes, taking in deep inhales. "It's faint but it's there. I'm sure of it."
You and Sam glanced at each other, a raised eyebrow followed by a shrug. Suddenly Bucky sat up with a start, his gaze fixating on a corner of the room. Following his line of sight, you found the hard black stacked containers with the Shield logo which held the Hydra files and devices you had retrieved from the base earlier in the mission.
"It's coming from there, I think." Bucky stood up and reached the stacked containers in only a few long strides. Before any of you could stop him, he lifted the cover to inspect its contents.
Immediately a puff of bright yellow powder-like substance was released from the inside, as if a smoke bomb had been triggered. Bucky coughed as the coloured dust hit his senses. It didn't take long for the particles to dissipate in the air. Soon the clean air around you was shrouded with the yellow dust, leaving all of you a coughing mess.
"What is it?" You wondered, one hand waving in front of your face to get rid of the dust while the other protectively covered your nose. It was no use though. It was everywhere, the particles so fine they slithered through the gaps between your fingers. You could do nothing but inhale it as you coughed helplessly. The particles stuck to the insides of your mouth. You couldn't feel them on your tongue or the roof of your mouth, but the dryness that followed was a sure shot indication. The tangy scent of it overwhelmed your senses, making you wonder how could you have missed it.
"Look inside the container, Bucky. See what released it." Sam instructed with broken words in between the coughs.
"Fucking Hydra," Steve muttered under his breath.
Following Sam's orders, Bucky peeked inside and pulled out a wooden cube. It was small enough to be grasped in his palm. One of its faces had the ugly red symbol of Hydra painted on it. The cube was heavily cracked along the sides. Had Bucky not held onto it firmly, it would have fallen apart right then.
Sam, you and Steve drifted closer to Bucky as the yellow dust gradually dissipated into nothing - or rather as the most of it was already inhaled by you all. The cube appeared to hold some carvings in a language you supposed was Russian.
"I...don't...understand…" Bucky's fingers drifted across the letters as he tried to make sense of it. "Fuck!" With widened eyes, Bucky retraced the words, confirming what he had read. Throwing the cube across the room, he started pacing the room, his head hidden behind his palms.
"Come on, man, you're scaring me." Steve said, approaching his friend.
"You should be!" Bucky yelled, all his frustrations coming out on the wrong person. He loudly groaned, rubbing his forehead, "I'm sorry. It's just that…"
"What is it, Bucky?" You asked.
Bucky looked at you, his gaze sweeping over your form. He bit his lip, an almost remorseful look coming over in his eyes. In a much softer voice, he said, "I don't know how to explain it. I don't know where to start."
"Do you know what the yellow dust we all inhaled was?" Sam asked.
Bucky replied after a long pause. "It was a sort of pollen which Hydra had engineered."
"Hydra modified...pollen?" You asked. The idea sounded as bizarre to you as snow in the Sahara. "What?"
"No- Well, um, yes," Bucky took a deep breath before he started explaining. "Hydra could never replicate the super soldier serum they used on me. But they needed more super soldiers. It hardly ever happened that anybody else would succeed in recreating those serums so that Hydra could steal. They decided that if they couldn't transform using the serums, they would...breed super soldiers. That's when Project Growth started. These pollen were engineered to assist in it."
"How did the pollen assist Project Growth?" You asked, confusion dripping from your voice.
Bucky glanced at you but quickly diverted his gaze, unable to keep the eye contact. "Project Growth was about using super soldiers like me and those four others to... impregnate willing women. Conception with super soldiers is harder than usual for some reason. So they came up with this pollen to aid the process. It's an aphrodisiac. They called it sex pollen, because well, it increases one's sexl drive... by a lot. So much so that it might be fatal if the person exposed to it doesn't, you know, climax."
"What? Are we gonna want to fuck like rabbits then? Become Hydra's breeding bitches?" Sam asked, crossing his arms in front of him.
"The experiments were never successful. They did it a couple of times and it never resulted in a pregnancy. This box," Bucky gestured to the broken cube lying on the floor, "I don't know how or when but it got activated somehow." He shrugged helplessly. "I have no idea if the pollen inside it was a sample of those failed experiments or if that of a new one. Either way, we don't have long before the effects would start showing."
There was a lull in the room, the implications of what Bucky said sitting heavy on everyone's minds.
"We can keep ourselves locked in our separate rooms until it wears off to...get ourselves off." Steve's cheeks were tinged a deep shade of red as he proposed the idea.
"It's not that easy. Trust me, I've been through it." Bucky looked at Steve. "It's something about needing another person's touch; a sense of intimacy. No matter what you do on your own, it won't ever be enough. It would send you in a daze of lust, where the only thing you could focus on would be to anyhow satiate yourselves. You would desperately want another person to touch you, no matter who or what gender. You'd need them to touch you." He glanced at each one of you. "I'm sorry, but it's going to be nasty."
"So what you're saying is, it's basically fuck or die?" Sam said.
"When you put it that way…" Bucky tried to think of a better phrase but finding none, he replied, "-Well, yes."
"I don't know what to say," You crossed your hands in front of your chest. To say that you were shocked was a massive understatement. You couldn't even begin to believe that any of it was true.
Unconsciously, your gaze drifted over each of the men in the room. They all stood with a hard look on their handsome faces, lost deep in thought. You weren't sure if it was you or the pollen due to which you felt yourself get wet, your panties gradually dampening and sticking to your form.
Truth be told, you had always wondered what being with these men would feel like, what fucking them would be like. Would Sam choke you in a sensual manner with those bulging arms of his? Would Bucky keep you pinned to the bed with his thick thighs? What would gripping America's Ass feel like when Steve would be pumping his length into you?
You bit your lip, your mind conjuring up a train of lewd images. You wondered if it all would come true that night. Though you had considered them insanely attractive since the day you had met them, you never dared to act upon any of your desires with either of them. They were your close friends, and you'd be damned if you'd destroy it for a night of pleasure.
Now though, you had no other option but to fuck them if you valued your life. On any other day you would have laughed boisterously had anyone suggested such a thing, but it was your reality right then.
You realized it didn't have to be a necessarily bad thing though
Huffing dramatically, you stood straighter, hands falling by your sides. With a newfound confidence, you asked, "Well then, what are we waiting for?"
"What?" Steve asked, dumbfounded.
"At one point or the other, we would eventually go crawling to someone. I don't think we'd be in control of ourselves if it would make us that desperate. Avoiding the inevitable makes no sense. It's better to start it while we are still able to make conscious decisions and consent to being with each other. At least I'd prefer that."
The men looked at each other, a silent conversation happening amongst them. Bucky asked, "Are you sure, Y/N?"
You smiled. "I am, Bucky. If it's gonna be this way, then I'm glad it's the three of you. Are you guys sure though?"
Bucky glanced at Sam and Steve before smirking, "You bet we are, babydoll."
You walked closer to Bucky, standing on the tip of your toes as your arms curved around his neck, excitement thrumming through your veins. "Let's get this show started then."
Chapter 2
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Human!Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader || Oneshot
Title: What The Fuck Now, Freddy!?
Notes:
This is not inherently romantic, at all. Or sexual. Just... Freddy being a bastard, and you are caught in the crosshairs- and are forever linked with him because of it.
I've been listening to Lizzie, a lot lately- and this is inspired by 'What The Fuck Now, Lizzie!?'
Also- I'm thinking this will have a part 2. Due to the ending not being quite enough. Maybe a part for the court proceedings!
Plot: Many will know the story of that terrible day Krueger essentially snapped- killing his wife, Loretta Krueger. She saw the basement, they say, and he didn't like that. Their daughter saw the whole thing and suffered a traumatic response to seeing the sight of her mother, strangled to death, by her father- and forgot the whole thing.
But if she were to remember something, one day.
She may remember something no one knows about that day, aside from Freddy himself.
She may remember, that someone else was there.
She may remember you.
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Alternatively- you're being blackmailed by Freddy who found out you, another supposedly Plain Jane in Loretta's 'mothers club', is cheating on your husband and calls you up to help deal with the mess he made. Because who else did he have?
Warnings: Okay lemme see, its basically a potluck of triggers. Hm. Murder, swearing, cheating (You, on your husband. Not with Freddy), getting rid of a body, a child gets traumatised (Obviously, Kathy/Maggie), Freddy himself, mention of the basement and all that entails, reader with a very questionable moral compass. Look, I think if you can watch Freddy's Dead, you're good here.
I'm just heading out the door, to go grocery shopping - or, at least, that's the story I tell my husband. When really I don't do the grocery shop until the day after tomorrow. He never notices... - when the phone rings. By very nearly tripping over my feet in my endeavour to catch it before the ringing stops, I manage pick up the phone with very little injury besides an achy, slightly twisted ankle. "Hi! Hi, sorry, I'm here. Hello?"
Pouting, I sit down at the kitchen table; Rubbing my poor ankle to sooth the pain, which would soon diminish anyway. Still- I'm sorry, ankle. I'll try to chill.
When the voice on the other end reveals who it is who's called the house, I lose all need to be pleasant. Damn. I really need to memorise this goddamn number... so I can not answer it. "Whatcha wearin'?"
"Thank god Harrison didn't answer this, you fuck." I deeply roll my eyes. Thank god Har's out. No, this is not my mister, not the man I was going to meet just now- but its bad, enough. In an entirely different way. Its stupid, blackmailing, son of a... hundred maniacs. "What do you want?"
"What a way to answer the phone, Y/N. Gee, seems like every time I we talk, I'm learning how you really aren't in the right place, are you? Cheating on your poor husband, swearing... These aren't really signs of the perfect suburban house wife, is it?" Gritting my teeth, I keep from lashing out. I've learned, if you stay real quiet, Freddy wont have anything to pull from and will get bored quick. "Why so silent, hm?"
"... " Oh, fuck me. I cant help it. "Wondering where you get off judging me on being 'suburban', actually."
"Anywhere I like, thanks."
Oh... oh. Gross?
He doesn't see the disgust tearing my face into two perfect halves right now, but my silence must be enough as he laughs. The sound is directly into the phone, and harsh on my poor eardrums. Ugh... "Oh for gods sake... What are we? Fourteen years old?? Come on- why'd you call?"
"Uhhhh... " Quickly, midway through that drawn out 'um' sound, Freddy's voice transitions, and gets a whole lot darker. Something deep in his chest dislodging, to make it so. Perhaps, his heart. "Well... you might wanna come and see for yourself."
"Uh, I don't think so. I have somewhere to be right now- "
"Oh well you don't, anymore." And its clear what he isn't saying- or else I'll tell Harrison about Carter and set your life on fire. "Tell your boy toy you're takin' a reign check for the day. I think you'll last. In fact... after you come over here, you might be out of the game for a couple a hours at least- maybe days."
Hold on, hold on Freddy what the fuck- "What!?"
"... Believe it or not, I didn't actually mean for that one."
Moron.
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Nevertheless, no matter how just... off setting, Freddy is, I had to when he asked. I had to jump when he said so.
Because if not, then he would tear my life apart.
So here I am, about to knock on that big red door he lives behind, wondering what I'm walking into. Where's Loretta? Where's Kathy? How long will the visit be? I told Carter I'd be an hour or two late- any longer and I wont see him at all today. Which would absolutely suck.
Just after my knuckles come down on the wood the first time, a hand comes down on my shoulder and I immediately jump out of my skin... then slowly look around.
There's Freddy, a cheeky grin on his face. It does nothing to set my nerves at ease. "Ugh... Why are you out here?"
"We're going to the backyard. Lets go." Taking me by the shoulders, he marches me around the side of the house, instead of through it for some reason, and into the familiar backyard. I've been here numerous times, as Loretta likes to hold our club meetings here - Barbecue's, tea's... that sort of thing. Just to let the kids play together and so the adults can enjoy some adult conversation. Its a nice yard... but depending on what her horrid husband is about to show me, it may not be considered as such anymore... - , but I'm now starting to develop a sick feeling in my stomach.
Honestly- I don't know much about Freddy at all. Yes, I went to school with him, but that doesn't mean much when he was a freaky loner kid the whole time. I remember he killed the class hamster once- that's about the only splash he ever made in the news pool; But it definitely stuck.
Yes, Loretta cleaned up his image a fair bit since getting married, but now he's blackmailing me, and as far as I know I'm now alone with him.
Suspicious of him suddenly, I slip out of his grip with a dirty look flashed his way. Don't touch me.
He just rolls his eyes, leading me around some hedges.
And then everything stops.
Him, me, the air; The air around me, the breeze, the breath in my throat.
There lays Loretta, on the ground. If I was really really naïve, I could imagine she were sleeping... or passed out, at least, due to the way she's sprawled out. No one would lay down like that willingly.
But... her eyes are open.
For a moment I'm tempted to kneel down; Take a closer look. Find out how, myself. Is she bleeding anywhere that I cant see now? Are her lips turning blue? If I moved some short red hair out of the way- would their be marks on her neck yet?
But then I come to my senses...
And freak. The fuck. O u t.
"What, the fuck, did you do!?" I whip around, looking at Freddy now which entirely new eyes. I mean, before I sure wasn't fond- but now I'm filled with something new, looking at him. Something a lot worse, something that makes me want to run. Run, and hide, and stay there.
And all these, even though he hasn't really changed. He still wears a mischievous smirk, stony blue eyes eating up my reactions... like always. But this time its just so so much worse. "Made some dead weight- now you're gonna help me get rid of it. So!" Finally, though its been only a matter of seconds, he turns his gaze off of me and I'm glad. That gaze is far too heavy. "Ideas?"
Only for a moment am I lost for words, struggling to push anything out. "I... I'm sorry??"
His gaze returns to mine, but this time my eyes are hard as his are dark. "Help. Me. Get rid of her. Fucking. Body. Or do you want your dirty laundry aired for the whole community to hear?"
Before I can help myself, I let out a sharp laugh, only succeeding in making Freddy's scowl deeper. "Freddy- this secret's a lot bigger, then mine. Sure, I might get divorced- but you're going to prison!" Does he get that? He's g o i n g to j a i l. Crossing my arms, I try to avoid looking at my ex-friend's body. I cant. "I'm sure as hell not gonna be in there with you, for being an accomplice."
I really cant look at her... I can only focus on Freddy. And that takes a lot of energy- its taking everything in me, in fact. Everything I have. But I have to. If its him or her, there's no choice.
But... then a creepy smile spreads across his face- a vast polarity to the frustrated glower of before. It makes my blood run cold.
"Ohhhh..." He looks almost ferocious, even in his composed state. Like a monster. Like any moment a fanged, inhuman creature is going to burst out of him and I'm going to wake up, and this will have been a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. The kind where that creature haunts me for a long time, after its over. After this over.
He's going to haunt me.
"You must think this is my first time... " My heart turns to ice, mouth hanging a little open... what the fuck have I found myself a part of!? Suddenly all the children's disappearances on the news lately come to the forefront of my brain... "Sweetheart, give a man his dues. I'm a hard working kinda guy... " I watch his gaze flicker to a door - the back door? No... The basement door, - and when a filthy smirk pulls at his mouth, my heart flies up into my throat. God, it makes me feel sick. I want to be violently ill. "My first was my adoptive Dad... pretty sick, huh?"
The fact that he didn't say anything about the basement, makes my imagination go wild. I swallow it down, though.
I just need to get out of here, and never think about this again.
And to do that I need to help Freddy get rid of this goddamn body- and... probably... testify at court... As the panic starts to finally rise up in my, right up to fill my throat, I immediately take in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Okay... " No time to freak out. Now's the time for action.
Gaze flickering to Loretta again, I try to acclimatise to the sight. I think its a lost cause, though. "How did you get rid of him? Your Dad?"
"No, that's not gonna work. He was a drunk dead beat, and I just had to tell the police some guy's he owed money to came over to the house." Freddy grins happily at the memory, but then just as quickly, scowls at his poor deceased wife's body- that certainly cant fight back. I just tack this onto the long list of reasons I hate him. "Lore's such a goddamn goody goody- we cant do the same thing. You don't think I woulda thought of that??"
"Hey." I snap, hands braced on my hips as I flash a glare his way. "This is not the time to get defensive!"
"Whatever... "
Then- suddenly, something occurs to me. Confused, I look around; A deeply horrified feeling disturbing my stomach. "Hold on... Where's your daughter?" Seeing no sign of her anywhere, I definitely start to panic again- especially when I look to Freddy and just see a pert look in his eyes as he looks back at me, a smile that strikes something horrid inside me. My eyes narrow. "You sick fuck- where the fuck is she!??"
"Under the bed."
"What the fuck does that mean!?" I exclaim, frustrated and freaking out. He did not- he did not! Killing your spouse is one thing, but the kid?? Your own kid??
I don't wait around for him to be cryptic some more, and rush right into the house to look for her. Under the bed, under the bed, under the fucking bed...? Which fucking bed!? Forcing ferocity out of my voice, I carefully call out to Kathy. Hoping to god she answers. I try to sound normal. Maybe a little bit cheerful; Excited.
But my voice wobbles.
"Kathy?? Sweetheart, its Y/N! Are you hiding? I have something for you... " ?? You have something for her, Y/N?? God... now you have to figure out some kind of treat.
You know what? Whatever. We'll figure that out later.
Lets just hope we aren't searching for a corpse. I'd definitely be sick, seeing a child... the way Loretta is...
Shaking my head and clenching my fists, I try to focus on Kathy.
I check under the bed in the guest room because it comes into view first and she isn't there, then her bedroom and she isn't there either... and get a sick feeling as soon as I enter the last bedroom. Freddy's and Loretta's.
God, I've never been in here before but its like a museum peace now. A horrible one. Like if you would walk into the Titanic... or the Borden house.
"Kathy? You in here?" Flicking on the light I kneel down on the ground, and check under the bed.
And something immediately crashes over me, as the sight of her covering her eyes down there. It isn't exactly relief, because this whole situation is still phenomenally fucked up for her, but I am selfishly glad to not have to see her body... crumpled, just like her mother.
"Hey sweetheart," My voice quivers slightly now, but I quickly swallow. No. No. Now, you must be strong Y/N. "Its just me. Your Daddy was looking for you, and couldn't find you! It got him worried!"
"I... I don't wanna see Daddy. He hurt Mommy." Kathy doesn't remove her hands from her face, and stays firmly by the wall- too far away for anyone to grab. My heart sinks.
Slowly straightening up again, I try to take that piece of information in. Turning to the doorway, I see Freddy there. he must have followed me. I didn't even notice. Slowly, and quietly ferociously, I say; "She saw?!"
He has the good sense to look embarrassed, even if it is just to make fun of me. "It was spur of the moment... " He shrugs. "I didn't have time to get a babysitter!"
What a fucking excuse. For gods sake.
I'm definitely dealing with a psycho- if that was even a question before now.
Swiftly, I look down under the bed again, because I'm afraid that if I continue to engage with him- I'll scream, and I'll lose my breath, and I'll scare Kathy even more. She's at the forefront of my mind; That's all I can think about.
But what to do with her after I get her out from under this bed, I don't know. I cant give her back to her father... but I cant hand her over to the police either because that would involve telling them about Loretta, and... Freddy will definitely kill me, for that.
This is a nightmare of a situation.
I'm just opening my mouth to say something - what, I don't know yet, - when she speaks, instead. "Is he there?"
"... Yes." I wont lie to her; That would be treating her with not nearly as much respect as she deserves.
When she takes a deep breath and rubs her eyes, as if just trying to keep herself together, my heart clenches. God... and to think I might not have picks up Freddy's call today. I would have been leaving her with this. For the first time today, I'm morbidly glad I came.
She speaks in that loud, hissy way that kids think is a whisper. "Can he... can you please make him go away?"
Immediately I straighten back up and look to Freddy again, my eyebrows raised halfway up my forehead. Like well? "Get out."
"I don't think you're in a position to make demands here, bi- "
"Do you want Kathy to live down there now!??" I snap, trying not to be scared. Not really feeling scared, actually. Just happy to have a reason to tell him to get the hell away from me.
A deep frown creases his mouth, deeply unhappy about the situation, but steps back. I only hear him step out of the way of the door, but its good enough. Quickly, I get up and close the door - fighting with myself not to slam it, - and lock it.
Then I return to the floor, and see this time Kathy has uncovered her eyes. She looks so small, smaller then she actually is, and she looks like she's shaking. Little red bows and piggy tails in her hair are messy from crawling under the bed. "He's gone, sweetheart. And I locked the door."
She just nods, so I take the silence as a chance to offer my hand to her. "Take my hand, sweetie? Come on out from under the bed. Its cold down there, and no one wants you getting sick." I need to upkeep the family friend bit, I need to sound caring and collected. I need her to trust me.
Her big eyes, not Loretta's colour or Freddy's, look nervous as hell. And she shakes her head.
Taking a deep breath, and I conjure all the sincerity as I can. And mean it. My eyes soften and I try really hard, to resent myself as someone trustworthy- which is hard, seeing as I've never really been that. I mean, I'm cheating on my husband. I told Carter today the same lie I told Harrison when i knew I was going to be late. The only person I think who knows the truth behind all my lies is Freddy. That says something about a person, that the only person who knows them is a psychopath.
But I want to, I need to, be good for this little girl. And there's no time for me turn my life around so it has to start with this. How fucked is that?
"... I promise, I'll take care of you. He wont hurt you."
After a few whole minutes, in which I stay silent because yes she's a child, but she's still thinking, she crawls over and takes my hand, letting me lead her out. Crawling into my lap as I cross my legs under her, she buries her face in my shirt- hiding. "You promise?"
Taking a deep breath, because I've really done it now, I offer my pinky for her to see if she turned her head. I know Freddy's listening to all of this through the wall, but I try not to freak out. "Pinky swear?"
"Pinky swear." She peaks out from my shirt, and curls her little finger around mine. Okay... "Y/N... I'm scared."
"Yeah... Me too, sweetie."
What am I going to do?
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Recover With Me
Ralph Anderson x OFC/Reader (The Outsider)
Summary: Beth lost her husband, Ralph can understand loss, pain and grief all too well. He only wants to help, but his feelings may get in the way.
Chapter Warning/Content: Angst. Grief. Loss. Comfort. Swearing.
Notes: Pretty much AU where Ralph has lost both Jeannie and Derek (I know, I’m sorry!), can be read either pre or post Outsider.
Chapter 3
It was a beautiful week in Montana, the dogs loved every second of it and I was able to get a little writing done. I was, unsurprisingly, writing about grief, about losing a husband and everything that came with that. It was fiction, but there was some real truth to what I was writing. All the flaws of a marriage, the perfect moments, the arguments, the love, the highs, the lows, the plans, the surprises along the way. The peace and quiet of the lake helped, it cleared my mind a little and gave me time to think on what I wanted to do next.
In truth, my thoughts often drifted to Ralph and how helpful he’d been over the last six months. He’d always been there when I needed him, always with a kind word, always with a coffee or a beer and always there to listen. Ralph had been amazing in helping me get on track, organising the funeral, sorting out the financial aspects that I had no idea about. Bruce was the one who did all the bills and the mortgage, I just paid what was needed into the joint account.
I had no idea how I was going to keep going without him, but maybe that was becoming clearer. I promised to call Ralph midway through my time away and actually hearing his voice might have made me smile more than I wanted to admit to.
‘Hey Beth.’ He said, clearly still at work, but trying to put on a happy tone for me. ‘How’s the vacation going?’
‘Hey Ralph,’ I smiled, leaning back in my chair that overlooked the lake. ‘It’s good, it’s exactly what I needed.’ I chuckled. ‘If I’ve caught you at a bad time-‘
‘No, no, no, you’re fine,’ Ralph said, eagerly. ‘Let me just step outside for a moment. It’s kinda hectic here. Hang on.’
I could hear him excusing himself from some kind of debriefing and I felt bad, if he was still working, I’d rather he was focusing on that and not listening to me saying nothing.
‘Beth?’
‘Yeah, I’m still here.’ I said, listening to him lighting up a cigarette.
‘Good. So, how’s Montana? The weather been good to you?’
I couldn’t help chuckling a little. ‘Yeah, clear skies and a light breeze most days. The boys have loved it, they’ve chased all sorts of things and quite often chased them into the lake, so drying them off has been a real treat.’
‘I’m glad to hear they’ve been causing trouble.’ Ralph chuckled, taking a drag.
‘I’ve been writing, actually.’ I wasn’t sure why I said it, the words just sort of fell out of my mouth.
‘Oh yeah? About what?’
I knew he heard my pause. ‘Erm, grief. Yeah, it’s kinda on the nose, but I don’t know, I guess it’s helped a little.’ I cleared my throat. ‘I think, erm, just making a story out of it, being able to write things down that are harder to say out loud, I think… well, it’s helped.’
‘What kinda things?’ Ralph asked, curiously. I could almost see his doe eyes darting around for the answer.
‘Just… you know… things I miss, things I wish I could’ve said, could’ve done differently.’ I took a deep breath. ‘God, I miss him, but I miss the… presence of him more.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Like, coming home and seeing an empty coffee cup on the table, it used to drive me crazy, but now…’
‘Now it’s like he’s been erased.’ Ralph finished my sentence and he was right, he’d lost his family and he knew exactly what I was going through.
‘Yeah.’ I breathed, taking a moment to pause. ‘You know what I miss the most?’
‘What’s that?’
‘I miss him in my bed.’ I heard him stutter slightly. ‘Not like… I mean, just being next to him. Turning over in the middle of the night, feeling his arm around me… sorry, Ralph,’ I chuckled. ‘You don’t wanna hear any of this. Sorry, you should get back to your meeting.’
‘No, no, I do, I wanna hear it.’ He said, desperately. ‘Beth, I wanna hear it. Whatever you wanna say, you can say it to me. No matter what it is.’
I felt my eyebrows knit together in confusion for a moment. Ralph sighed heavily on the other end of the phone.
‘Sorry, it’s just been a long week,’ he said, sadly. ‘I was just… it’s just nice to hear your voice, I guess.’ I wasn’t sure what to say. ‘I was gonna head over to your place tonight, just check everything’s in order. You need me to do anything?’
‘No, it’s okay.’ I said, still not sure what to talk about. ‘Just, you know, mail and stuff.’
‘Yeah, sure, I can do that.’ I could hear him nodding and taking another drag. ‘Listen, when you get back, there’s not pressure obviously, but I was thinking about taking some time off, just a few days, I’m getting kinda burnt out here, but… just if you wanted to do something different, I was thinking about, um, maybe we could hang out a little?’ I felt my mouth open and then immediately close. ‘Look, Beth, I’m not suggesting anything other than… it’s just, talking to you, I feel like there’s someone out there who gets it, you know? Like, you understand what I went through and I find it… comforting.’
I felt my lips form a smile. ‘Yeah, I know what you mean.’ I said. ‘You let me know when you’ve got time off and we can hang out if you like.’
‘Great. Yeah, I’ll be right there.’ He said to whoever had come to get him. ‘Listen, I gotta go, but… let me know when you’re back and I’ll come over and see you.’
‘I will. Thanks Ralph.’ I could feel a small lump forming in my throat. He was such a good man.
Ralph hung up the phone, almost colliding with Tamika as he rounded the corner to head back inside.
‘You listening to my phone call, T?’ Ralph asked, already knowing the answer.
‘Obviously.’ Tamika smiled, knowingly. Ralph grabbed the door, holding it open for her. ‘So what did she say when you asked her out?’
‘I didn’t ask her out.’ Ralph said, firmly, but still with a smile on his face.
‘Really, cuz it sounded like you asked her out.’ Tamika teased him as they walked back to the office.
‘Come on, she’s still grieving, she’s got a lot to work through and I’m just helping her out.’ Ralph defended. ‘She said she was writing again.’
‘That’s good.’ Tamika turned to her friend just before they entered the office. Beth hadn’t written for a good six months, not being able to bear it.
‘She said she’s writing about grief, and I think it’s good for her to get it all out.’ Ralph nodded, suddenly not being able to look at Tamika. ‘Hopefully this means she’ll be able to move on and start getting on with her life.’
‘I hope so.’ Tamika folded her arms nodding. ‘Ralph, can I give you some advice?’ He half nodded and half shrugged. ‘Maybe just tell her how you’re feeling when she gets back, the longer you go without getting it out in the open, the worse you’re gonna feel.’
Ralph shook his head. ‘She’s doesn’t need me to put any pressure on her like that, she needs someone to talk to, that’s it. That’s all I’m doing.’
‘Mm hmm.’ Tamika raised her eyebrow, still not buying any of his excuses.
They eventually went back into the debriefing and finished up for the day. Ralph drove over to Beth’s place and picked up the mail behind her door. He did a quick sweep of her home to make sure everything was in check and noted how many original pieces of art were on the walls. There was nothing to say who had painted them or sketched any of them, but they were good.
Ralph noticed that there were still small pieces of Bruce lying around the place, two toothbrushes in the bathroom, a sweatshirt that definitely didn’t belong to Beth over the back of the sofa, his shoes still sitting by the door and a picture of Beth and Bruce on their wedding day on the mantlepiece.
Ralph picked up the picture frame and looked down at how happy they were. That was the thing he remembered most about Bruce, no matter what mood he was in, he would always make Beth smile. Bruce and Beth were such a beautiful couple, they married young, barely twenty-two years old, but so sure that they were meant to be together, and Ralph thought they were probably right.
He put the picture back and wondered how they were so sure. Ralph had never really been sure when it came to women, even when he was younger, he’d never been sure of what steps to take next or if he should have taken any at all. The only thing he was ever sure with, was his job.
Ralph did one more sweep, leaving the mail on the dining room table and leaving for the night. He thought about Beth all the way home and what they could do together, maybe if he left it a while after she got back, they could go hiking again, somewhere they dogs could go running, somewhere Beth could write if she wanted to and somewhere they could be alone to talk about whatever they wanted.
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The One with a Hospital Visit (Maria Hill x Reader)
Prompt: 67 from the prompt list + Maria Hill
Words: 954
Warnings: Mentions of death
A/N: So, I’m trying to spread out which characters in a row I write for that way no one gets bored and that way I don’t burn myself out. I have a lot of time on my hands right now. Anyways, I saw this prompt at the same time as a couple of others and this one stuck out and I liked it so here we are.
-X-
The steady beeping around you was driving you mad. You’d been listening to it for hours, willing your eyes to open just so you could turn the damn thing off, but for some reason your body refused to listen. You could occasionally hear a doctor or two milling about, chatting with someone though you couldn’t tell who. You had an idea but you couldn’t be certain – because your freaking eyes wouldn’t open!
A familiar hand slipped into yours and squeezed.
“C’mon, baby, I need you to open your eyes for me.” Maria’s voice was soothing and you tried to follow the sound of it.
With a groan, your body finally decided to do as you requested and your eyes partially cracked open. Maria was blurry, but she was still beautiful. She looked a mess, red-rimmed eyes staring at you, a faint smile on her lips.
You blinked. “Is that my shirt?”
With a watery grin, Maria glanced down and plucked at the material. It was your favorite shirt; you wore it as often as you could but she couldn’t help stealing it for the time being. It smelled like you and God had she missed you.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not standard SHIELD apparel,” you mused, grunting as you sat up in bed. Maria went to protest, but a sharp look from you silenced her. You wanted to be upright for this conversation. “What happened?”
“What do you remember?” Maria wondered, her hand still in yours. Her thumbed rubbed the back of your hand and you squeezed hers in return.
You cleared your throat. “I remember the mission, interrogating the HYDRA agent and I remember getting into a vehicle and coming back, but I don’t remember anything else.”
Maria sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “On your way back to base, your car exploded. We have no idea why or how, but Fury’s looking into it. He thinks it was an inside job but he can’t prove it yet.”
Nodding, you glanced away. “How many survived?”
“Just you,” Maria replied softly, studying your face. “You’ve been out for three days. The doctors said it was a miracle that you walked away from it.”
You swallowed drily. Some of your best agents were in that vehicle with you. Some of your friends. Knowing they were gone was quite a blow.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured.
You appreciated the sentiment, but it did little to make you feel better. You knew quite a few of their families. Some of them were new parents. They didn’t deserve such a terrible ending.
Maria stood up and joined you on the bed, wrapping her slender, muscular arms around you. You buried your face in her chest, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. You were going to personally kill whoever did this to you – to them.
Combing her fingers through your dirty hair, Maria kissed your temple. “I know what you’re thinking. Let Fury handle them. He won’t let this go.”
“I know,” you murmured, “But I still want to kill them.”
“I know, babe. On the bright side, a few of the Avengers stopped in to see you. Tony Stark was particularly worried about you. Said he needed his favorite SHIELD agent to get back to one hundred percent and come help him out in the lab whenever you feel up to it,” Maria informed you, amusement evident in her tone.
You laughed. “Good to know I made an impression on Mr. Stark.”
Maria grinned. You never seemed to realize the impact you had on people. You were so kind and genuine, something most people lacked nowadays. It was refreshing and one of the many reasons she had fallen in love with you.
You would hurt for a long time about the people you’d lost, but you refused to let grief rule you. You would avenge them one way or another – that much you swore.
“So, back to that being my shirt,” you teased, leaning back to eye your lover. “Care to explain?”
“I missed you,” she replied simply.
Cooing at the honest answer, you pecked Maria’s lips. She tried to deepen the kiss, but you pulled back before she could. Confusion was evident in her eyes and you smiled. “I haven’t brushed my teeth in three days, babe. My mouth is probably horrible.”
Maria pouted. “But…”
Swinging your legs over the opposite side of the bed, you staggered into the bathroom and used the spare, brand new toothbrush to clean your teeth. Running your tongue along your teeth, you nodded before venturing back out into the room. Maria met you midway and slipped her arms around you, tugging you into a kiss.
“Minty fresh,” she mumbled against your lips.
Laughing, you hugged her close. “I’m glad you approve.”
She buried her face in your neck and inhaled deeply. You smelled like smoke and sweat, but you were still you. But still…
“You stink,” she murmured against your skin, kissing the flesh beneath her lips.
You smirked. “Care to help me shower? SHIELD didn’t skimp on the size of that one.”
Tossing her head back in laughter, Maria shook her head. “Even after being blown up you’re still a horndog.”
“I can’t help it,” you pouted, “There’s just something about you…”
Shaking her head, Maria shoved you towards the bathroom. “Shower! Fury’s going to want a debriefing as soon as you’re done.”
Huffing in mock annoyance, you nodded. Maria walked over to the nearby chair and passed you a set of clothes. They were soft and comfortable, something you needed right now.
“I’m not getting that shirt back anytime soon, am I?” you asked jokingly, smirking at Maria who had the decency to blush.
“Absolutely not.”
“Didn’t think so.”
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the less i know the better
genre: angst, with a fluffy ending I guess?
warnings: irresponsible drinking if that makes sense, unedited writing jshdjdh I sort of having this idea and type then post it right away
pairings: Tom x Reader
note: this is a random writing, a little bit inspired from the song by Tame Impala with the same title, was listening to it while working and sort of get this idea and HAD to write it down somehow :)) messily written because I’m at work and had to stop a few times because I need to do some paper works and I’m kinda bad at writing in English.. but still I hope you enjoy!
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“She just left with Haz.”
His eyes darted towards the front door, and to his surprise, he really met the sight of you in your favorite blue jacket walking hand-in-hand with his best friend, Harrison. He spat the remaining drink in his mouth, spaced out in disbelief.
“Man, I thought she was your girl?”
“I thought so, too.” He gulped the last sip in his bottle before continuing, sour. “Turned out I was wrong.”
Jacob leaned on the bar table as he tried to prevent him from ordering more booze. He’s already on his second bottle for the night—first when he saw her sitting together with Harrison for probably about an hour or so, exchanging glances and laughter. The second one, he just chugged it empty, mercilessly.
It’s slowly coming back to him, how both of you had been so close for the past few weeks. How you started to notice him in your Spanish class, putting up with his antics and ambitious demeanor. How you told him that wearing glasses in class is actually a graceful sight and your words caused him a sleepless night— the one where he couldn’t stop smiling ear to ear until the sun came.
He looked outside the window of the bar, eyes fixated on the bench under the tree where you and him used to study for exams together. Him secretly watching a leaf fell to your silky hair ever so gracefully, it made him felt like in a movie. Made him smile ear to ear even when it’s way past a month since he first saw that sight.
Both of you were so close—almost too close to be true. He’d been your date to every parties you almost refused to go to, and you’re his date to his every movie night. He took you to your new favorite place—an old bookstore by the end of the streets near his apartment. He’s down to your every tea time invites, even though he prefers coffee than your strawberry tea. You’ve been to his room and alas, now he couldn’t look at his own blankets like how he used to. It surprisingly still had your scent in it, and he could see it torturing him for the next four months, maybe more.
You let him hold your hand while walking. He welcomed you to his embrace when you’re feeling low. You both almost kissed by the end of your latest movie night, all that hope he got just to see you move it with Harrison.
“Is it possible that she just...”
“Being friendly to you so she can get it with Haz?” Jacob took down Tom’s hand that were calling for the bartender. “That is cruel... but still possible.”
“Hey, more shots please!” He shouted to the bartender.
“Enough, Tom, you’ve drank enough.”
“Who cares,” he plopped down on the table. He couldn’t feel his energy running through his body anymore. He’s tired of drowning into the pain, looking back to the memories he had with you that now left a sour taste in his mouth.
The bartender put the drink in front of him, but somehow he couldn’t make himself to drink it. Pictures of you came running fast in his head, along with all the things he thought was supposed to happen. He’d seen it in you, all the gleams in your eyes whenever you look at him, how much you cared about him more than anyone else. How your sight never leave his figure even when you both are far away from each other. How your lips almost slipped the L word almost every single time. He has seen hopes in you, sadly it wasn’t the one that comes true.
Looking back at it, now he knows why you were keep asking about Harrison for the past few days. Where he came from, his house, even his parents’ names. That sudden curiosity triggered the alarm on his head but Tom refused to hear it. He has fallen too deep, and he wish he wasn’t.
And he kind of regretted his decision to bring you to this party, trying to introduce you to his world—part of it was to introduce you to his best friend. Turned out you both going too well, even far too deep into conversations and laughter that slowly make Tom felt out of place. He felt betrayed, seeing you walking out of the bar with his best friend. And he doesn’t want to imagine what you did with him while you were out of his sight.
Pictures of you having it with Harrison, how you both made it your night and simply throwing his existence out of the window, kept coming back to his head that he decided to take one shot in. He heard Jacob’s warning almost too faintly, maybe even too tired to care.
Oh, the less he knows the better.
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Tom wasn’t really sure how many shots he took that now he’s lying almost helplessly on his own bed. The comfort of his blanket sent sudden wave of realisation as the last time he remembered being sober was when he was lost in his thoughts at the bar. Jacob's effort to get him back to reality had failed miserably, as he chugged more alcohol into his system. His head was pounding hard and he felt nauseous all the time, surrounded himself with regrets for not trying hard enough to sober up. He got up to take a bucket that Jacob usually left him on the side of his bed, but he only find a warm soup and tablets of aspirin on his bedside table. A note with such neat handwriting was placed just between the two.
You were a mess. Eat this to feel better.
He squinted his eyes to enhance his blurry vision, figuring out who might’ve left that there. It’s clearly not Jacob’s handwriting because his looks a lot like toddler’s scribbles than an actual handwriting. He studied them hard enough that the headache is starting to came back, so he quickly gulped down the aspirin with a glass of water nearby. As he drank, his mind keeps sending him back to the picture of him and you studying Spanish under the tree. You scribbling down a note for him to study, with such a beautiful handwriting that he kept in his drawer just to make him go to sleep happily. He was shocked once again, could it be you who wrote this note for him?
Quickly his hands pulled the drawer to take that small piece of paper and compare the two in front of his face. It was indeed your handwriting.
He was confused. Thought she left with Haz? I must be dreaming, right? He pinched himself, and-ouch! It hurts, so that means he’s fully awake.
He was about to exited the room, maybe trying to find some evidence of you coming to his small flat when he heard your crisp laugh. It used to sound like a symphony to him, until it was replaced with siren after what you did to him at the bar. Bet Haz were also here to laugh at me being a complete mess, he thought to himself.
His hand turned the knob and slowly opened the door, surprisingly found you sitting on the couch with Jacob in a friendly distance. You looked so cozy and the dim lights from his fireplace gave you a warm light, send flutters to his stomach. You and Jacob were having a small talk, not noticing his presence until he sort of lost his balance and almost fell to the side. Lucky for him that there’s a table just beside him, so that wasn’t too embarrassing—but it did shock you and Jacob.
“You’re awake, Tommy boy?”
He nodded as Jacob rushed to his side and trying to help him sit on the couch. Both Tom and you were now sitting side by side, he looked at you with such an awkward glance and you’re still with your warm, loving eyes he always adore. He almost feel like fainting again when he looked at you.
“Well,” Jacob stood up from his spot on the sofa. “I’ll leave you two alone so you can have the talk.”
He left with a suspicious grin on his face, not even care the slightest about Tom’s panicking gaze. Now that hungover guy has no option than to sit with you, maybe for a couple minutes. He’d called it a night and pretend to go to sleep later so he wouldn’t have to face you or anything you wanted to talk about.
“Feeling better, Tom?”
He nodded while scratching the back of his head. “Not good but definitely not terrible.”
“Glad to hear that. You were a mess last night.”
“Yeah, your note told me about that.”
“So you’ve read them?”
He nodded in silence, letting out a worn out sigh. He planned to leave maybe a minute or so-just for you not to feel bad about his reaction upon meeting you, but his curiosity got the best of him. Questions kept popping up in his head as he looked at your presence on his living room. Why is she here? Wasn’t she with Haz last night? What happened? What’s the talk that Jacob’s been teasing about?
“Is there anything you wanted to ask me?”
“Whoa—how do you know?”
“You’ve been staring at me like a lost kid, mate.”
Even when you pointed out that obvious behavior, he still stared blankly at your eyes. Get lost in your gaze that he used to love, or simply get drowned into his pool of questions. But then, the more he dives in to the depth of your eyes, the more it hurts.
“Why are you here?”
You sighed. “You were wasted, Tom. The moment I got back to the bar, you were yelling like an old, grumpy hag. Jacob was having a hard time with dealing with you on his own so I helped him. Haz even drove you back here, but he couldn’t stay since he had to go to Greece this morning. He’s sorry that he couldn’t be around, tho.”
“Wait, you went back to the bar? Thought you were leaving with Haz?”
“No, of course I wouldn’t! Why would I leave my date on the bar? Gosh, I should’ve told you that we were—”
Her date? he thought. Did she just call me her date after having the courage to ditch me like that?
Tom didn’t hear the rest of your long explanation. his head was too far clouded with anger and it made him feel even more dizzy. He stopped you midway through your explanation, manage to spit out words.
“Knock it off. I know you’re in love with Haz. You’re befriending me just to get with him, right?”
“Excuse me, what?”
He sighed deeply, fingers starting to massage his temple as his headache is getting even worse. “I knew it, I saw how you suddenly get so curious about him, how you immediately stick to him as soon as you both get along. Leaving me out of the picture. I shouldn’t hoped too much, but to be honest, it sucks.”
“No, oh my God. Tom,” you scooted over to Tom that had his head hung low, reached for his hands and squeezed it gently. “I just found out that your best friend is my cousin. How can I be in love with my own cousin?”
“W—what?”
Her cousin, he thought to himself. He should’ve known better—the chemistry, all the connection you had with Harrison, the curiosity, it’s not at all romantic. They were simply a cousin! He should’ve known this instead of being a total dumb-ass. Tom could clearly see you holding back that laughter as he felt warmth filling his cheeks. Pretty sure they turned into bright red right now, that you couldn’t resist the small giggles. He was flustered, wish he could just disappear into thin air right now.
“Yeah, remember when I told you I have a long-lost aunt? Turned out Harrison was her son. That’s why I asked you his parents’ name the other day. We went out for some fresh air to talk about this and for an emotional hug, I’m afraid that it’d be weird if we did it in front of you and Jacob. We did some catching up and talk about stuffs... that’s why it took a little long.”
“Oh gosh I feel awful... I’m sorry I don’t—”
“No, don’t say sorry. I must be the one apologizing for not making it clear that’s it’s you whom I fell in love with. It’s not like I’m being nice to you so I could get close to Haz, gosh, no. That is such a nasty thing to do.”
“Wait... did you just say you...”
“Yes, dumb-ass. I love you. Wasn’t it obvious tho? The way I was comfortable with you around, and my converted gaze every time you looked me in the eyes for more than five seconds. How my cheeks were burning every time I see you laugh-or maybe we both are being too caught up with our own feelings to notice the love that is in the air.”
His eyes darted to where your hands were, on top of his very own hands. He looked closely at the way your fingers were squeezing his hand, not to tight but enough to reassure him that everything you said was true. That whatever you said was something that flowed naturally from the bottom of your heart. You’re being absolutely honest and that was enough for him to close the gap between both of you and let your lips met.
He kissed you softly, without hesitation that was clouding his mind up until a few seconds ago. He smiled into the kiss and his happiness roamed around both of you, was pretty obvious for you to feel it as he was kinda hoping it would be. Both of you parted, and now his hands were the ones squeezing yours warmly.
“So are we dating now?”
You chuckled. “Yes, we are.”
“But one more question,” he scooted over so that he could lean his back on your chest, letting you envelope him with a warm hug. “Did Jacob knew about this? I noticed he was mentioning about the talk?”
“Sort of, because you told me everything beforehand—while not being sober at all.” You laughed. “You told me everything on the bar when you got wasted. Then I asked Jacob for further explanation. That’s why he knew about this talk, he even asked me to do that since I told him how I feel exactly.”
Tom’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t imagine how much of an embarrassment he was in front of the love of his life whom he not yet confessed to. He could feel the blood in his cheeks are boiling, pretty sure his cheeks are now reddening madly. That reaction gained a few more chuckles from you, as you were gently caressing his hair.
“That must be so embarrassing...”
“Nah it’s fine. That lead us to this, we should be thankful instead.”
“You’re right, love.”
Tom grabbed your hand that was starting to messing up with his hair, kissed the palm softly before holding it tight. He felt dumb for mistaken your actions as taking him for granted, but he was a bit relieved that with the help of his stupid reactions, it was resolved to an even better relationship he could ever wished for. And now, as he was resting his head on your lap peacefully, he knew that he learned something important today.
The more you know the better. Always.
#tom holland fluff#tom holland imagines#tom holland x reader#tom holland fic#hey arsya writes about tom
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— ✗ SHOTGUN
— ✗ Time Period: EARLY FEBRUARY, 2020.
— ✗ TW: Hospital, pregnancy loss/miscarriage, depression, suicidal thoughts, armed robbery.
Honestly, Piper wasn’t sure what she was doing. The settled numbness had slowly begun to fade into limited awareness. Even that small adaptation had exposed her to the crippling melancholy. It felt like she was being buried alive. Somehow she had the weight of something crushing her body at the same time her lungs seemed to fight for air. And as much as she searched and clawed for a way out, she couldn’t find one. Despair just continued to pile on, crushing her.
She knew she was unravelling. The numbness was not about to protect her forever, she knew that. She almost didn’t want it to. The nothingness was a crutch. That empty feeling was a comfort. And she did not deserve comfort. Not after all the drugs, not after the way she had failed her family, not after the way she’d just let her mother snatch away Kaia, not after the way she’d let Ella be penalized for being a daughter of a monster before she was even old enough to know who she was. Not after she’d murdered Tomas. She had done so many horrible things. She knew this was exactly the cosmic punishment she deserved for her wickedness.
When she felt capable of walking without stumbling and having her legs give out from underneath her she checked herself out. It’d been recommended by the medical staff that she call a family member for support and assistance. She told them that the family she had was nowhere near old enough to be holding her up at this time.
She pondered calling Mateo, but she couldn’t bring herself to. He had been the only one outside of Raphael and Ashton who knew about the baby. She didn’t want to tell him that she’d lost it. She wasn’t ready yet. So she left their medical advice at the service window, taking her discharge papers, followup instructions and prescription paper with her. The brunette looked at the yellow envelope they’d handed her. She had no doubt it was thick with pamphlets of handling grief.
After a long, mechanical walk down the long hospital hallway, she pushed through the double doors and onto the main floor. She wasn’t entirely sure of her exact location. She’d been pushed there in a wheelchair when she’d been flown in on the jet. Honestly, it seemed kind of pointless, landing a plane in a nearby city only for her to be brought from one place to another in a jet. But she expected such things when she’d admitted her status as the Princess of Greece.
The brunette absently rested one hand on the wall. Her fingers brushing along the oddly pocked textured wall as she walked. The sound of her boots echoed along the hallway. Other sounds mixed in with the bittersweet symphony. The sound of a squeaky wheel on a stretcher, the buzzing of the fluorescent light bars above her, and in the very faint distance - beeping monitors.
The hallway seemed endless. She didn’t know if she was walking for minutes or hours. Not that she cared. A small, logical part of her brain told her it was only a couple of minutes. The emotion bound part of her brain had already begun to win the fight against her logic center though. Finally, there was a branch that boasted a couple of elevator doors. She headed for the first one, letting her palm hit absently against the opaque white button. A click registered in her ears, along with a dinging sound.
It was easy enough to pick up the sound of the pulley’s and thick metal cords at work in the inner structure. They were loud. If she didn’t know better - or cared - she would have thought it was time for maintenance to have a look. Another ding, and the metal doors opened. Another person stood in the space. She walked in, not bothered to look at the person. A brief look told her they were already heading to the ground floor.
The other patient didn’t bother striking up conversation, a fact for which Piper was grateful. She was scared that as soon as she was forced to speak that the crying would start again. She didn’t know if she could handle any more crying. The elevator docked after a moment or two, the doors opening once more. Piper walked out the door, paying little regard to if she’d run into the other patient.
On her way down the main hallway she spotted the garbage can and quickly tossed the yellow envelope into the bin. She didn’t want the flyers on how to deal with grief. She didn’t want the prescription for antibiotics. She just wanted to go home - well, as close to home as she could get in the estate - and find comfort in her bed. At the moment, her bed might as well have been a beach vacation.
Piper finally knew where she was in regards to the hospital building. She walked through the double doors and out into the cold wintery day. The scrub pants they’d given her in replacement of her bloodied shorts did not filter the temperature very well. She might as well have left in the shorts if it was a conversation of protection of the cold.
Wrapping her arms around herself, Piper finally looked around. It wasn’t as if she cared much for her surroundings, or sought comfort in the familiarity. She just wanted to find a way out. Whether that came in the form of a cab or perhaps a familiar walkway. What she saw instead was a man smoking a cigarette near the entrance. Definitely further away than what was recommended.
Remembering the days where the little white and yellow sticks had managed to make her feel better, she headed for him. It was easy enough to ignore the pain from the burns Tomas had once inflicted upon her when he’d discovered she hadn’t quit smoking like she once said she had. “Do you have one to spare?” She asked, tone as empty and morose as she felt.
“‘Spose I do for a pretty lady,” the man had a faint southern accent. Holding his cigarette between his teeth, he reached for the pack and withdrew another clean and unlit cancer stick. She took it from him when he’d held it out. “Need a light?” He asked her.
Piper looked down at the stick in her hand, the pain felt good. She deserved that much. She looked back at him and nodded. With one hand he guarded a flame sparked on his lighter and with the other he set the end of the cigarette alight. “Thanks,” she said blankly, bringing the cigarette to her mouth.
Pressing her lips on either side of the rounded end, she breathed in a drag. It was harsh on the lungs, given how long it had been since she’d indulged. With a satisfied little sigh, she released the smoke and started walking off to the side of the building. Of all the horrible things she’d done at least she could manage the rule of smoking away from the main entrances of the building.
Every now and then she’d take a drag, her steps taking her to the deep alleyway between the two towering buildings of the hospital. If she remembered correctly the end would lead her to a path that would lead her to the main drag of town if she walked long enough. Maybe she’d walk a little before she called a cab.
Stopping about midway down the alleyway, she turned and let her back lean against the wall. The bricks were uncomfortable through the thin material of her shirt. She didn’t care. She just kept pulling in on the cigarette. Inhaling and then exhaling until she had reached the yellow bit. Every now and then she’d stop to couch, the smoke that she took in disagreeing with her lungs.
Letting it drop to the ground, she stepped out the remainder of the cigarette with her shoe. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back against the wall that her back was supported by. Despite the cold discomfort, she was content for the moment. The strife within her mind was enough that the bitter cold and the rigidity of the brick wall didn’t bother her. Back and forth her logic center and emotional center seemed to battle, her body caught in the battle, commands of action coming from both sides.
Something caught her attention, breaking her focus from the bombardment of memories and chaotic thoughts. Footsteps. “Well hello there pretty lady,” a man’s voice chimed, the malice dipped in a sweet facade of charm and flirtation. “And what’s a girl like you doing all alone back here?” Usually such attention would have reeling. This time, for whatever reason, her feet remained glued in place as her hazel eyes took in those approaching.
“What is any person doing in a hospital?” She asked, mild sarcasm dripping from her words. Nervousness wasn’t a luxury her body could seem to afford at the moment.
“Getting there bank account reamed, especially at an upscale joint like this,” his voice chided in, some of that disguised malice showing. Piper could guess from his clothes that he was at the lower end of the scale. She’d met lots like him in Greece, especially in her partying days. She could imagine most of his income had been made by selling dime bags.
“Well, it would take a lot to dent my account, even with the cost of dying these days,” a sardonic tone dripped like venom, accompanied by a lazy smile. She wasn’t bragging, more so noting the sad state of affairs she associated with her life as a royal.
“Don’t suppose you’d be willing to share the wealth,” the guy in the back finally piped in, dull brown eyes starting to glisten. Any other version of herself would have run as soon as she’d seen the two enter the alley. But maybe she could simply manage to fight off the unwanted attention. “Maybe you want to buy a bud or two?” He offered. She had the slightest idea that maybe those words were loaded by more than an innocent purchase of marijuana.
“No thanks boys, I’ll find some whenever I get home,” she noted absently. “You two have a good day,” fake courtesies left her lips as she turned on her heel. Piper’s sense of adrenaline and panic finally seemed to be setting in. Not to it’s usual extent, but she had the evident and sinking feeling that this definitely wasn’t a great situation to find herself in.
“Not so fast,” she heard a click. It felt like someone had dropped a rock into her gut. “We were just getting to know each other.” A faint memory of Tomas played in her mind.
“Turn around, slowly. Or you won’t like what happens,” the man commented. Slowly but surely, she turned on her heel, holding her hands up. It was easy enough to see the gun in the man’s hand. It was pointed right at her forehead. Fear gripped her, adrenaline slowly working its way through her veins. Honestly it was a miracle there was any left after the constant panic that’d been taking her all week.
“What do you want?” She asked stiffly, her voice still somewhat sluggish and fatigued.
“Just real simple, your wallet and your cellphone. Hand it over and we’ll just be on our way.” It seemed simple enough. It wasn’t something that would exhaust her. It wasn’t something that would really affect her. After all she could just power down her phone remotely, cut off the source to all her cards before they could use them. But she didn’t want to. Of all that’d been taken from her she’d didn’t want to give it up. The idea of cancelling and having to have all sorts of new cards mailed to her just seemed exhausting. “If you’d just cooperate, we’ll all walk-.”
“No.”
The man who held the gun looked half shocked. “What did you just say?”
“No,” she said definitively, stubborn as ever. She should have done the smart thing and just surrendered her wallet and phone, but she didn’t want to. Everything had been taken from her and she felt if she let go of the two simplest things it would be like releasing a lifeline somehow. It was stupid, she knew that. But in the moment she didn’t care.
“I’ll give you one last chance to change your mind,” the man warned her.
“If I was you I’d listen to him,” the other one told her. Staring at that gun, it should have been an easy enough decision. She should have just relinquished her wallet and phone with ease. But with her half trauma addled brain she just couldn’t. She couldn’t take off the duffle bag and toss it to them. It was like surrendering a part of herself.
“No, you won’t shoot me. I doubt you’ve ever had to actually use that little gun of yours before. People probably just toss over their goods at you the moment you point it at them. But not me, not today, you cannot take what is mine,” she told him simply, conviction in her words.
For a minute, he looked like he was considering giving up the goose. He was distracted or shocked. Maybe both - with one causing the other. She took that moment to reach up and grab for the barrel of the gun. Everything happened so quickly. Her hands grabbed it. She felt the pull on the opposing side, and yet she still fought, trying to turn it away from her.
All of her strength went behind the back and forth. The pumping adrenaline fueling her will to keep up the fight, to hopefully win the battle for the weapon. She thought she was winning. It felt that way. Then she heard a click. A simple little click, followed by a faint popping noise. Everything seemed rather distant all of sudden. She looked up at the shock face of the man in front of her. Her own hands still rested on the gun.
A soft pain in her chest made itself known. She looked down, seeing the seeping red spreading throughout the material of her shirt. She slowly looked up once more. As she realized what happened, the pain and weakness hit her body. Her legs buckled and she went down. Her back landed harshly on the ground. Two sets of legs bustled around her. She felt a tugging on her arm, and heard the sound of a zipper. Everything was vague and echoey.
Thoughts of Ella and Kaia traipsed through her mind. She could almost see their faces as she closed her eyes. At least they were safe, tucked away with Mateo at the estate. “Let’s go!” A male’s voice whispered.
“Not yet,” another voice said. She felt something being forced into her stiff hand. “Alright, let’s get out of here.” Footsteps thumped down over the rough concrete ground. It was one of the last things she heard before things went black.
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“Princess Mykonos,” the voice was whispy and soft, calling her back from a heavy darkness. A groan left her lips. She felt like she was underwater. Everything was muffled and weighted. The simplest actions took so much effort. It took a great deal of effort to even open her eyelids. After what felt like eons of trying, her eyes opened to that voice. She tried to sit up. Something held her down.
“No no no,” the voice chided her rather gently. In a film of blurriness, she could pick out a small feminine figure. Despite the size she knew it was a woman and not a child. Where was she? Her groggy brain couldn’t put it together. Every blink was a fight, trying to get her eyes to open back up after they were closed.
“Where am I?” Her tongue fumbled with the words. It felt fuzzy and thick. She couldn’t seem to get it to speak the way it was so accustomed to.
“You’re at the Montana Psychiatric Facility,” the woman’s voice was gentle and soft, as if not to startle her.
Once again, Piper tried to sit up. Slowly her vision was coming back and she saw what was keeping her from being upright. White padded restraints. Alarm was starting to take her over. “Just relax,” the woman instructed her. That was easy for her to say. “Someone found you outside the hospital, you’re okay, but you’ve been restrained for your own safety. Don’t fight too hard, you may pull your stitches.”
That didn’t explain why she was in a mental hospital. The brunette gave another effort at freeing her wrists. Indeed, she did feel a slight pull in her chest. No real pain though. “Was there not any room left in the hospital,” she managed to form the words rather vaguely. She was pretty sure it was an incoherent mumble.
A look that Piper recognized as pity washed over the face of the nurse. “You poor thing, you must not remember,” the nurse reached for one of her hands that were bound at the wrist, an action she was sure was meant to comfort her.
“Remember what?” Piper said, her voice half aggressive as she spoke. She felt a fear and confusion she had not felt in a very long time.
“You tried to kill yourself, Piper.”
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