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[chasingmidnights]

I Think I'll Just Collapse Right Here

Title: I Think I’ll Just Collapse Right Here

Summary: You had your good days and your bad days. Usually, you could tell when you first woke up in the morning. When you woke up today, you thought it was going to be a good day but you were wrong. 

Warnings: mentions of character having a brain tumor; being disorientated; fainting/collapsing; and I think those are the major ones. I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read. 

Wordcount: 893

The warmth of the sun peeking through the small crack of the window curtains in your bedroom, heated your skin nicely. In fact, you smiled at the feeling. However, when you tried to roll over onto your back, you couldn’t move. Glancing over your shoulder the best that you could, you saw your husband Ari Levinson holding you hostage. Your smile grew bigger at the sight. He had his face buried in the crook of your neck and he had his big, strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist. You reached a hand up and started to run your fingers through his thick sandy hair. 

“Hmmm,” Ari hums in approval before giving you a gentle kiss on your shoulder. 

Before you know it, Ari has you tucked into his side as he lays on his back. He rubs his large hand up and down your side while you absentmindedly trace shapes on his chest. Occasionally, you would run your fingers through his soft, curled chest hair. It was quiet moments like this that you cherished the most. It would’ve been more peaceful if the war raging inside your body would settle down for once. But you did your best to enjoy this moment for as long as you could. Ari gave you a comforting squeeze, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“So, since it’s Sunday, what are our plans for the day, Dove?” Ari inquires, his voice still full of sleep, giving it a huskiness. 

“Hmmm, let’s just be couch potatoes today. We’ve had a busy week, I think we deserve it.” You look up at your handsome husband as you wait for an answer. 

Ari looks down at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes and he gives you a sweet kiss on the forehead. “Sounds perfect, Dove.” 

You give him a quick kiss on the chest before climbing out of bed. When you stand up, you have to take a moment for yourself. You tilt your head in confusion and glance around your shared room. Ari takes notice of your actions and instantly becomes concerned. He’s in front of you within a matter of seconds, gently placing his hands on your shoulders. 

“Dove, honey, are you okay?” Concern laced his deep voice. 

You kept glancing around the bedroom, completely in a daze. Ari grows more worried the longer you don’t respond. 

“Dove?” Ari’s voice cracks a little bit. 

He softly cups the side of your face and caresses your cheek with his thumb. You slowly turn your face towards Ari and furrow your brows as you tilt your head again. Ari pulls you in close and kisses your forehead before resting his chin on top of your head. He thinks back to when they found out about your brain tumor. The doctor warned you both that disorientation could be a side effect. He also just said that the best thing to do would be to make sure your surroundings are as familiar as possible and to be there for you when it happens. So, Ari did just that. 

Almost fifteen minutes had passed before you snapped out of your confusion spell and Ari couldn’t have been more relieved. He had held onto you tightly the entire time, even when you squirmed to try and get away from him. But he wouldn’t let you go, who knows where you would’ve gone off too. One time he left to go get a few things from the store and when he came back home, he had to search the entire house before finding you in the attic. 

“Ari, honey, I can’t breathe.” You gasp out, patting his back as you struggle to speak. 

He instantly lets go of you for a second before moving his hands to your waist. “Feeling better Dove?” He leans down to rest his forehead against yours. 

“A little. I could go for a nice breakfast though.” A small smile curls up on your lips. 

Ari chuckles at your suggestion. “You got it Dove.” He then kisses the crown of your head before walking over to the dresser. Opening the second drawer, he pulls out a pair of gray sweatpants and slips them on over his briefs that hugged him perfectly. He walks back over to you and gives you a sweet, gentle kiss which you immediately return. When he pulls away, you feel his warm breath fan over your face as he speaks. “I’ll go get breakfast started.” He says before giving you a quick peck. 

You watch him leave, staring at his ass as his hips swayed perfectly. Once he was completely gone, you decided to get ready for the day. Changing out of your nightgown and into something a little more comfortable. Satisfied with your outfit, you make your way to the kitchen. About halfway down the stairs, you started to get a funny feeling, as if another disorientation spell was coming. It wasn’t until you reached the bottom of the stairs that you knew what was happening. And by then, your body decided to collapse right then and there. Ari heard the thud from the kitchen and instantly stopped what he was doing. When he saw you laying at the bottom of the stairs, he rushed over to you and pulled you into his lap. 

“Come on Dove, you can’t do this to me! Dove!”

#tales of a whumpee newbie #october writing challenge #writing challenge #ari levinson #ari levison x reader #chrisevans #ari levison one shot #chris evans

[chasingmidnights]

Broken Hearts

Title: Broken Hearts 

Summary: You had accepted the fact that you were sick for years now. And just because you had been in remission didn’t mean anything, the cancer could still come back. And sure enough, it did.

Warnings: cancer, specifically Leukemia; character death; mentions of people vomiting; angst; and I believe those are the major ones. I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read. 

Author’s Note: A little inspiration might have come from A Walk to Remember, maybe just a little bit. 

Wordcount: 1,173

You knew this time around was going to be different, you weren’t going to make it. You’re not sure how but you just knew. You could feel your body grow weaker every day, no longer able to fight off the cancer spreading throughout your body. The chemo and any other treatments had stopped working long ago, which honestly didn’t surprise you. You’re surprised it didn’t happen sooner. In one of your check up appointments the doctor gave you four months to live. He suggested that you don't take it for granted and live it to the fullest. And that’s what you did. 

In those four months, you spent a great deal of it with your best friend, Tony Stark. When you told him of the news, you could instantly see the sadness in his eyes. He moved you into Stark Tower and wouldn’t take no for an answer. While living there, he introduced you to the Avengers and it didn’t take long for you to become friends with all of them. The only thing that ate at the back of your mind is that you wish you had more time with them and had met them sooner. You were truly going to miss every single one of them. The first one to find out about you having cancer was Natasha. For the briefest of moments you swore you saw tears beginning to form in her eyes. 

“Don’t cry for me.” You insisted, reaching to hold her hand. 

She sniffled a few times before responding. “I-I’m not.” 

Also in those four months, you managed to fall in love. It hit you like a ton of bricks. You definitely weren’t expecting it. It was intense and beautiful and everything that you love should be, it was. At least for a while anyway. Tony actually had to pull you aside and tell you that you needed to tell Steve the truth and tell him about the cancer. Tony said it wasn’t fair to keep something like that from him. You knew Tony was right, it wasn’t fair. You dreaded that conversation but you needed to do it. The two of you had gone out to dinner one night and on the walk home, Steve could sense something was off. He had stopped walking and gently grabbed your elbow to get you to stop as well. 

“What’s wrong sweetheart? You’ve been distant all night.” His tone was soft and gentle. 

You looked down to the ground, you could already feel the tears beginning to form. You took a deep breath before looking back up, your voice shaky. “I’m sick Steve.” You decided to put it simply. 

His face scrunches up in confusion before relaxing again. “Why didn’t you say so? We could’ve stayed in tonight or rescheduled.” 

You had started shaking your head as he was finishing. “No Steve, you don’t understand. It’s not that kind of sick.” 

He looked taken aback for a moment but quickly recovered. “Then help me understand. What do you mean?” 

You took another deep breath, a lump was beginning to form in your throat. “I have cancer. Leukemia to be exact.” 

The air was thick between the two of you as you waited for Steve to reply. He began to shake his head as he looked anywhere but at you. When he finally does, you can see the hurt and the tears in his eyes. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asked, his voice wavering. 

“Because I was scared. The doctor said I should live life normally, as best I could. I didn't want anybody to be weird around me.” You replied, your own voice cracked. 

Steve scoffs at your answer. “Including me?”  

Your mouth fell open for a moment before closing it again. “Especially you!”

You took off running back towards Stark Tower, not once looking behind you. 

After that night, you mainly kept to yourself. Your friends would try to coax you out of your room but nothing they offered worked. You could feel yourself getting worse and worse as the months dragged on. You hadn’t seen or talked to Steve since that night and it broke your heart the most. You had tried to reach out but he never responded. During your last couple of weeks, you put your things in order, not that you had much. One of the things that you had sorted out with your lawyer was that a letter was to be delivered to each one of your friends. One to Tony. One to Pepper. One to Natasha. One to Steve. One to Clint. And one to Bruce. 

The day you were found was hard on everyone. You passed away in your sleep, peacefully as people like to say. You just wish it had been someone other than Tony who had found you. But you really didn’t have any control over that. He was coming to check on you, something he did a lot towards the end. He had knocked on your door a few times and when he didn’t get an answer, he decided to go ahead and open the door. 

“Hey, it’s time to rise and-” He cut himself off, he could tell something was wrong. He noticed the blue-ish tint to your skin and ran over to your side. He began to shake you frantically, saying your name repeatedly. “No, no, no, no. Y/n come on, wake up please! Y/n.” 

He was sobbing at this point. He didn’t need to check your pulse, he could tell by how ice cold your skin was that you were gone. He rested his head on your still chest for a moment before rushing off to the side and he began to throw up. Pepper had come looking for him and when she found him in your room throwing up, she rushed to his side. When she finally realized what was happening an uncontrollable sob escaped her. Tony embraced her and Pepper buried her face into the crook of his neck. That night, after your body had been removed, Tony had called the others to let them know of your passing. Each one reacting in their own way. With each call, he grew more and more exhausted. Repeating the same thing over and over again. When it was finally done, he collapsed into a chair with a drink in his hand. Well, more like the whole bottle. He would take big, long gulps of the amber liquid as he thought back to all of the memories he had with you. He had been through it all with you. From when you found out about the cancer to taking you to your chemo sessions and treating you to ice cream afterwards. He was even there for you on your sickest of days, holding your hair back as you threw up. He took another long gulp of the hard liquor as a few tears slid down his cheek. 

At least it was over now, he thought to himself. At least you were at peace.

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[chasingmidnights]

I Think I've Broken Something

Title: I Think I’ve Broken Something 

Summary: After a visit to the Thrombey Manor for a family dinner, which ended after Ransom got into a screaming match with his father. On your way home, you noticed how upset he was and you offered to drive. But he refused, claiming he was fine. That’s how you ended up where you are now. 

Warnings: car accident; mentions of character injuries; Ransom; angst; abandonment; mentions of smoking; I think those are the major ones and I apologize if I miss anything, but you are responsible for what you read. 

Author’s Note: Kind of inspired by a Gilmore Girls episode, except a little more dramatic. 

Word Count: 1,841

Ransom was the first to wake up, lifting his head off of the steering wheel with a groan. He held a hand up to his head, pressing it gently to the side where it hurt. He’s not quite sure why, but he does it anyway, wincing at the contact. As his vision begins to come to, he takes in his surroundings. A large eastern white pine tree was now in front of him and could tell that the front end of his beamer took a lot of damage. He shifted around in his seat and all he could see were the thick trunks of the eastern white pines. Who knows how far from the road he was, he would probably have to get out and walk to find out. But he couldn’t do that quite yet, he needed to check on you first. He’d been avoiding the passenger seat ever since he came to, he couldn’t bare to see what kind of condition you were in. When he finally forces himself to look over at you, his eyes widen in shock and fear. You’re sprawled out over the passenger side dashboard and you’re unconscious. He feels his chest tighten at the sight before him. 

“Shit.” He mumbles to himself. 

He unbuckles his seat belt and he reaches over to you, brushing your soft locks out of the way. A sigh of relief comes out of him when he presses two fingers against your pulse point. You were still alive. But not for much longer, especially if he didn’t call for help soon. Between whatever injuries you had and the dropping temperatures of the Boston winter, he needed to act quickly. He shifts around in his seat and searches for his cell phone to call for help. When he finally found it, he fumbled a few times with it, especially with how bad his hands were shaking. Not just from the cold but the shock of this whole situation. He knew he was too upset to be driving and he should’ve taken up your offer to drive but his anger and stubbornness got the better of him. He knew the road that led to his grandfather’s house like the back of his hand and knew how to expertly handle each curve. However, with his clouded judgment he took one of the curves too fast. That caused him to lose control and to make matters worse, he hit a patch of ice. 

“Shit.” Ransom mumbles again as his phone beeps at him, telling him that there was no signal. 

He shifts around in his seat, taking another look around at his surroundings. Again, he sees nothing but dense forest and pitch darkness. The only light being provided is from the light reflecting off of the snow from the moon. He lets out a frustrated sigh, knowing he has no other option than to get out on foot to find help. He hated the thought of leaving you, even if it were to get help. He didn’t want you to wake up while he was out searching for help. He didn’t want you to think that he had abandoned you. But he had no other choice. So, he takes one last glance at you before he’s shoving the driver’s side door open and climbing out of the beamer to look for help.

A few days later, you wake up in a private hospital room. When your vision became clear and the bright fluorescent light no longer hurt your eyes, you were able to take in your surroundings a little better. You figured the room was standard size for a hospital but on every possible available space was a vase filled with an array of flowers. A small smile begins to tug at the corner of your lips and you instantly think that they’re all from Ransom. The thought immediately warms your heart. Your thoughts are interrupted though when the door to your room begins to open. You try to lean forward to see who it is but it hurts to do so, so you lean back against the pillow of the hospital bed. Your smile falters slightly when you see that it’s your mom, you were hoping it was Ransom. When she finally notices that you’re awake, she hurries over to you while setting her things down along the way. 

“Oh, honey! I’m so glad that you’re awake! You had us all worried there for a moment.” You can tell that she wants to wrap you up in a hug but instead she lovingly tucks some hair behind your ear. 

“Wh-where’s-” You try to ask her where Ransom is but your throat is too dry. Your voice cracks when you try to talk again. 

“Here, let me get you some water.” She then pulls out a bottle of water from one of her bags, twisting off the cap before handing it to you. “Drink, it’ll help.” 

You do as she says and in one long gulp, half of the bottle is gone. You let out a sigh of relief as the water soothes your dry throat. You then try talking again, your voice sounding much better. “Where’s Ransom?” 

Your mom averts your gaze as she tries to come up with an answer. The longer she takes to reply, the more anxious you get, starting to wonder if something bad happened to him. 

“Mom, you’re starting to scare me. Did something happen to him?” You can feel the tears begin to well up in your waterline. 

“Oh honey, no. He’s alive, just no one has seen or heard from him since the night of the accident. It seems as soon as he was cleared, he left.” She answered, her voice filled with sorrow. It’s probably disappointment that you’re hearing but for now, you trick your brain into thinking that it’s sorrow. Or maybe even regretfulness? Either way, you could figure it out later. 

“Oh.” Is all you could manage to say. 

You feel a few tears slip down your cheeks and your heart stings with hurt and disappointment. You thought you knew Ransom better than this, you thought to yourself as you turned your face away from your mom. Granted, you were only six months into the relationship but still you thought Ransom was better than this. You never thought in a million years that Ransom would ditch you in a hospital after a serious accident. You stare blankly at a pink posey bouquet. You felt numb inside and you barely registered that your mom had gently grabbed your hand. It’s not until she squeezes it that you finally register the action. You take a moment before turning to face her again. A small hiccup escapes as a few tears slide down your cheek before you speak up again. 

“When am I allowed to leave?” 

A small, tight-lipped smile appears on your mom’s face. “Well, they would like you to say a few more days, just to make sure you don’t have a concussion or anything worse. But I can get the doctor in here and see what he says.” Your mom then gets up from her chair to get the doctor. 

The next couple of days were a complete blur, constantly in and out of sleep. The meds that they had you on didn’t help either. It turns out that you had to have a few stitches done on your forehead from where your head hit the dashboard. You also had a broken left wrist along with a few cracked ribs. As you were in and out of consciousness, you remember getting a few visitors and at least one of your parents, if not both, constantly being there. You vaguely remember Harlan and Marta coming for a little visit and you’re pretty sure Linda came by for a visit. Honestly, you’re not sure about that one, that one could have very well been the drugs playing tricks on you. Also during your stay, you found out that the multiple bouquets were from friends, family friends, relatives and there was even a set from Harlan and Marta. But learning that none of them were from Ransom made your heart ache. 

What made your heart ache even more was that not once did Ransom visit or try to call you. So, when it was time to be released, it was decided that you would stay with your parents for a while. As you were being wheeled out of the hospital by your mom, all you could think about was Ransom and what did this mean for your relationship? You still hoped that he would call or just show up randomly. You thought to yourself that if either of those happened that there might still be hope for you two yet. But you know what they say about hope. 

Meanwhile, Harlan has a pretty good idea of where his stubborn grandson might be. He had asked Marta to take him over to his grandson’s and she obliged. When they got there, he told her that she could stay in the car and that he shouldn’t be gone long. As he made his way around the house, all he could think about was how much he and his grandson were alike. Almost like two peas in a pod. That’s why when Ransom started to bring you around, you would be just what Ransom needed to grow up and for someone to give him that push he desperately needed. Harlan liked you almost immediately, he knew you would be good for Ransom and give him that push. Harlan hopes that Ransom hasn’t blown his chance with you. 

When Harlan reaches a little footpath, he starts to trek down it. He knows exactly where his grandson is, if his thinking is right and it usually is. Not even the cold weather could keep Ransom from going to his spot. Behind Ransom’s house, there’s a small pond nestled in between the trees. A wooden deck stretches a few feet over the water and that is where he should find Ransom. As soon as the pond comes into view, a sigh of relief comes out of Harlan when he sees Ransom sitting there at the end of the dock. 

When he finally reaches Ransom, the smell of cigarette smoke fills his nostrils. Standing behind Ransom, Harlan places a gentle hand on his shoulder. Even though the gesture was meant to be a comforting one, Harlan doesn’t miss the way that Ransom flinches. “Son.” 

Ransom lets out a puff of smoke from the drag he just took from his cigarette, before taking another drag and doing the same thing. When he finally spoke, Harlan could hear the noticeable shake in his grandson’s voice. “I made sure she was okay.” 

“I know you did, I know you did.” Harlan replies softly, giving his grandson a gentle squeeze of the shoulder. 

He looks out in front of him as Ransom continues to smoke his cigarette. Letting nothing but sounds of the woods fill the air.

#tales of a whumpee newbie #whumptober2022 #writing challenge #october writing challenge #angst prompts #knives out #knives out onehot #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale one shot #chris evans #the thrombeys #harlan thrombey #marta cabrera

[chasingmidnights]

Now Where Did That Come From?

Title: Now Where Did That Come From? 

Summary: While helping Din with a bounty, you manage to get hurt somehow. It’s not until you’re on your way back to the Crest when you discover the wound. 

Warnings: character injury; mentions of blood; mentions of dead bodies; armed violence; and I think those are the major ones. I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read. 

Wordcount: 654

You loved this part. When the Mandalorian had his bounty cornered, giving them no way out. You did your best to hide the smile from coming forward as the man in Beskar said his line. 

“I can bring you in warm, or  I can bring you in cold.” 

You watched as the bounty looked panicked and he glanced around for a way out. He looked to the ground as he let out a huff of disappointment. Looking back up, he gives a brisk nod. “Alright, you win.” The Rodian then tosses his weapon towards Din in defeat. 

The walk to the Crest was quiet except for the soft coos coming from the child every so often. The thick quietness doesn’t last long though. An ambush breaks out and you both begin to defend yourselves. During the ambush, you get cornered by a few of the attackers who all take a jab at you. You manage to block several of the attacks, not only trying to protect yourself but also the kid who resided in the satchel that’s around your body. You adjust it so that the small, green child is behind you to protect him. You begin to grow weary from the fight as your two attackers keep lunging their weapons at you. Just when you think they’re about to take you out, they get shot down and fall limply to the ground. 

You look to see the Mandalorian there, still holding out his blaster as smoke comes from the end of the barrel. He gives the blaster a twirl before returning it to its holster on his hip. He walks up to you and he gently holds you by the chin and you can feel him examining you for injuries. 

“Are you alright mesh’la?” You can hear the concern in his voice, even through the modulator. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. I promise.” You give him a small smile of reassurance. 

He seems to believe you as he releases your chin and takes a step back. “How’s the child? Is he alright?” He has the equal amount of concern in his voice that he did for you. Who knew a Mandalorian could be so caring?

You bring the satchel forward and open up the flap. Both of you let out quiet chuckles knowing that the child had fallen asleep. You gently cover him back up with the flap so as to not to disturb him any further. 

“All that fighting must’ve worn him out.” You quip, trying to lighten up the mood. 

Another chuckle comes through the modulator. “Yeah, you must be right.” 

The Mandalorian then turns around and a sigh escapes him. You take a few steps forward to stand next to him and look at the mess of bodies that litter the ground. Honestly, this sort of thing doesn’t surprise you any more. You watch as Din looks around at the bodies until he stops next to one and a frustrated huff of air escapes him. 

“This is a bust, the Rodian is dead.” The modulator prevents you from actually hearing the irritation in his voice but you know it’s there. 

On the rest of the way back to the Crest, silence returned but this time a more comfortable one. You had started to slow down a bit as you tried your best to keep up with the Mandalorian with his long strides. When you had slowed down significantly, that’s when the man in Beskar seemed to have noticed. He turned around to face you and tilted his head when he saw you inspecting your side. Taking a few steps forward, he speaks up. 

“Mesh’la?” 

You remove your hand from your side and find it covered in blood. “Uh, where did that come from?” 

You then collapse on the desert ground and Din rushes over to your side. He screams your name as he skids to the ground, pulling you into his lap.

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[chasingmidnights]

Toto, I Have a Feeling We're Not in Kansas Anymore

Title: Toto, I Have a Feeling We’re Not in Kansas Anymore 

Summary: When Jefferson finds himself not in Storybrooke any more, he stumbles into your small bookstore. When he tells you his story, you’re not sure if you believe him or not. However, Jefferson can sense that there’s something different about you and if you believe, you might be his way back home. 

Warnings: I don’t think there’s really any that’s too major, just some angst and mentions of a passed loved one. I do apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read. 

Author’s Note: This one is a little long, I was just enjoying myself too much with writing it so I may have gotten a little carried away. But I hope you enjoy it! 

Wordcount: 2,538

Jefferson groaned as he sat up, rubbing his head as he did so. “Well, that didn’t go as planned.” He mumbled to himself. 

Standing up on wobbly knees, he takes a quick look around at his surroundings. Once stable, he reaches over to pick up his large top hat and brushes the dirt off of it before placing it on his head. He continued to look around and realized he was surrounded by nothing but thick forest. He fixes himself up the best that he can before trying to find his way out of the forest. When he finally exits the forest, he comes to a paved road. He lets out a huff of air before deciding which way to go. As he travels down the road, he thinks to himself how badly he messed up with his portal jumping. He was a bit rusty at it since living in Storybrooke, where magic was rare. He was trying to go back to their land but that clearly didn’t work. He was now no longer in Storybook and he definitely wasn’t in the Enchanted Forest. 

When he came to a small town, he stopped to read the welcoming sign, Knockemstiff. He knew people were staring at him as he walked down on the sidewalk but he didn’t care. They knew he was an outsider just on the way he dressed. He was wearing a long, men’s peacoat with the lapels neatly folded back so that the black satin was showing. There were bronze buttons that go down on either side, right underneath the lapels. His black patterned dress vest peeks through just enough so that you can barely make out the pattern. Hidden just underneath the vest is a dark purple dress shirt that he has paired with a burgundy scarf that has the most intricate designs on it. The bottom of the scarf is tucked into his vest. He has all of this paired with leather pants that fit him like a glove and a pair of black combat boots. And his most favorite item sitting proudly on top of his head, his top hat which also has a burgundy scarf wrapped around the base. 

He didn’t care that the small minded people of this town stared, he wasn’t planning on being here long. Not if he could help it. He also didn’t care that just down the street in a sheriff’s cruiser was the sheriff of Knockemstiff, Lee Bodecker. Lee took a long drag of his cigarette as he watched the newcomer strut about his town like he owned the place. Lee blew the smoke out of the window as he watched the stranger backtrack and go into the local bookstore. He took another drag before flicking the rest of the cigarette out of the window and stepping out of the cruiser. No way was he letting some outsider corrupt his buttercup. You weren’t really his, but one day he was going to make you his. 

The doorbell to your bookstore dinged, signaling someone had entered your shop. You groaned as you struggled with some boxes in the back storage room. You turned around to find a spot for the two boxes you were holding and you completely missed the stack next to you. The stacked boxes fell instantly, making a loud bang and causing you to curse. Defeated, you dump the boxes that you’re holding amongst the others and decide to go out to the front. You stop in your tracks when you’re greeted by the most beautiful man. His piercing blue eyes going right through you. He urgently walks up to you and within seconds you can feel his warm breath fanning over your face. You search each other’s eye before the stranger speaks up. 

“I need your help.” 

You’re completely stunned by this stranger’s statement that all you can do is stare at him with your mouth agape. It takes you a few moments before you snap out of your stunned state, shaking your head to get rid of any fuzziness. “M-my help? Are you looking for a particular book?” 

The stranger chuckles at your response and a smirk tugs up at the corner of his pink, plump lips. But before he can get a response out, the doorbell chimes again. A sigh slips from the both of you at the interruption. You peer around the stranger to see who has entered the shop. To your dismay, it was Sheriff Bodecker who had entered. You straighten up as you go to greet him, taking a deep breath before leaving the stranger. 

“Afternoon Sheriff, is there something that I can help you with today?” You inquire, putting on your best customer service voice. 

“Just checking in on ya buttercup.” Lee responds, is Ohioan drawl coming out. 

You cringe at the nickname that he’s bestowed upon you along with the stench of cigarette smoke that’s permeated the shop. You plaster on a fake, tight-lipped smile. “Everything’s just fine, Sheriff Bodecker.” 

Lee scrunches up his face at your formality before he looks over at the newcomer. Lee darts daggers at him for watching this whole exchange, he wants nothing more than to wipe the smug smirk off of his face. “Who do we have here? I don’t believe I’ve seen you around town before.” Lee pushes his way around you and walks up to the other man. 

Jefferson stands tall and his face becomes stoic. “The name’s Jefferson and I’m just visiting. Won’t be here any longer than I have to be sheriff.” 

You squeeze in between the two men with your back facing Jefferson and you put a hand up. “Unless there’s anything else sheriff, I would appreciate it if you would stop harassing my customers. He’s done nothing wrong.” 

A tense silence fills the room before Lee decides to leave. He nods his head briskly before heading towards the door of the shop. Before he exits, he turns and says one last thing. “Let me know if you need anything buttercup, have a good day.” He glances back at Jefferson, narrowing his gaze at him once more before yanking open the shop door to leave. 

You let out the breath that you had been holding before turning around to face Jefferson. “I’m sorry about that, what were you needing help with?” 

You walk behind the front counter and start to tidy things up a bit. Jefferson walks up to the counter, placing his hands on top of it. 

“I need your help getting back to my land.” 

You stop what you’re doing and look up at him, your face scrunches up in confusion. “Back to your land? Where are you from?” 

“Originally, the Enchanted Forest but a curse brought myself and others to this land. I was trying to get back to the Enchanted Forest but it didn’t go quite as planned. But I believe you might be able to help me.” Jefferson explains in one quick breath. He tries to read your facial expression to see if you believe him. 

You tilt your head at the man in front of you as you arch an eyebrow. “Okay, let’s say I believe you. What do you expect me to do about it?” 

Jefferson removes his hat so that the crown of the hat is sitting on the counter and the underbrim is facing upward. “I need you to help me to get it to work. You see, my hat is a portal and can take me to different lands but it needs magic to work properly.” 

You look down at the hat and examine it, very skeptical of what Jefferson is saying. You pick up the hat and peer inside of it before examining the rest of this so-called magic hat. “It doesn’t look like a portal. It just looks like a hat.” You shrug your shoulders and set the hat back down. 

“That’s because a hat without magic is just a hat.” Jefferson snips back, rolling his eyes. 

You both let out a huff of air. But before either of you can continue with the conversation, the bell to the shop dings signaling a new customer. You look up to see Mrs. Walker and look back at Jefferson. “Look, I close in a couple of hours. Why don’t you browse around or have a seat somewhere while I work. Then once the store closes, I can make us some dinner and see if I can’t help you out more.” 

Jefferson looks down and sighs. He then picks up his hat and places it back on his head. “I’m holding you to that.” He then walks away from the counter and begins to peruse the quaint bookshop. He hears you greet the other customer as he explores the isles. 

You kept your word to Jefferson, inviting him upstairs to your small apartment once you had locked up the shop. While you made dinner, he told you more about the Enchanted Forest, about Storybrooke, and about his daughter Grace. He told you more about how the portal messed up because there wasn’t enough magic and that’s how he landed here. He wanted nothing more than to get back to his daughter. And you wanted nothing more than to believe him but there was a part of you that just couldn’t. You took the last bite of your pasta, taking a swig of juice to wash it down before speaking up. 

“Look, I want to believe you, I do but it just seems really far fetched.” 

Jefferson lets out a huff. “Trust me, I know. It’s hard enough to live in a land where you don’t belong, but knowing it, holding conflicting realities in your head will drive you mad.” 

You search his eyes, glancing back and forth between them. You then remember something your grandma believed in and was very enthusiastic about, magic. Before she passed away, she gave you some of her most valuable items. She claimed that there was real magic in them, even though they were simple trinkets. You sit back in your chair and shake your head in disbelief. 

“I’ll be right back.” 

You then got up from your chair and walked straight to your bedroom closet. You pulled down the small, decorative box containing the magic items and carried it back out to the tiny dining space. Carefully, you set the box down on the table as you push aside your bowl. Jefferson tilted his head and furrowed his brows as he looked at the box you had brought out. 

“What is that?” He questions. 

You ran a hand over the top of the decorative box. “Some things that my grandma left, she believed that they had magic in them.” 

“Don’t you see? You were meant to help me.” Jefferson claims, leaning forward and grabbing your hand. 

A spark sends shockwaves through your body when he connects your hand with yours. You look down at where your hands meet and an object begins to go berzerk inside of the box causing it to shake. You use your free hand to lift the lid of the box and an object begins to float out of it. A gasp escapes your lips and you involuntarily jerk your hand away from Jefferson’s. The object then drops back into the box and you reach in for the object. It was your grandmother’s ring and you place it on the palm of your hand and hold it out for Jefferson to see. However, you are once again interrupted, with a knock at your back door. 

“Expecting company?” Jefferson inquires, tilting his head.

“No.” You set the ring down on the table before getting up to answer the door. 

When you open the door, you’re surprised to see Sheriff Bodecker. “Sheriff, is there a problem?” You do your best to block Jefferson, using the door as a shield.

Jefferson couldn’t help the eye roll once you had announced who it was. He adjusts the chair and himself so that way he is facing the kitchen. He sits back in his chair and props one leg up over his knee. He rests one arm on the back of the chair and the other on the table. 

“How’s your evening buttercup?” Lee asks, eyeing you up and down. 

A shiver goes up your spine and not in a good day. “It’s just fine, thank you. Look, I’m sorry but right now isn’t a good time.” 

“Everything alright?” Lee arches an eyebrow. 

“Of course. I just have some company over and I should be getting back to them.” You reply, giving him a tight-lipped smile. 

“Alright then, enjoy the rest of your evening.” Lee says, tipping down the front of his sheriff’s hat a bit before turning to go down the stairs. 

You close the door and let out the breath that you had been holding. You then go back over to the table where Jefferson is at. When you sit down you take in a deep breath before exhaling it. You stare at the ring for a brief moment prior to looking up at Jefferson. You might be selfish for thinking this but you don’t want him to leave yet. But then his daughter pops into your head and you let out a sigh. 

“So, do you want to give this a try?” You offer, giving him a small smile. 

A huge smile curls up on his lips, brightening up his face. “Absolutely.” 

You watch as he reaches over for his hat, placing it in between the two of you. You look down at the top hat, tilting your head at it. “Are there any magic words that you need to say?” 

“No, just watch.” He picks up the hat as he stands up, taking a few steps away from the table. He turns slightly to face you and holds out his hand. “The ring please.”

You hand him the ring and he drops it into the hat. Taking a deep breath, he then gives the hat a good spin and your apartment begins to shake, violently. Smoke comes from the hat as it continues to spin. Your eyes wide in shock, you can’t believe this is happening. A portal is opening up in your living room. Jefferson turns to you with a wide, Cheshire cat smile on his face and he walks up to you. He gently grabs your shoulders before leaning in and kissing you passionately. You instantly move your lips against his but the kiss is over way too soon for your liking. When he pulls away, you can feel his warm breath fan over your face. 

“Come with me.” He requests, searching your eyes for an answer. 

Even you’re surprised when you answer him. “Yes.” 

He grabs you by the hand and pulls you close to him. He looks over at you and you give him a nod of confirmation. “Jump!” He exclaims. 

Just as the two of you jump into the portal, Sheriff Bodecker swings open your apartment door. His mouth drops open at the sight before and he can’t believe his eyes. He shakes out of his daze and lunges towards the portal, screaming your name. But it’s too late, you were gone.

#tales of a whumpee newbie #writing challenge #october writing challenge #the devil all the time #knockemstiff #once upon a time one shot #once upon a time #storybrooke #the devil all the time one shot #jefferson once upon a time #jefferson one shot #jefferson ouat #sheriff bodecker #sheriff lee bodecker #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters

[chasingmidnights]

Panic! At the Disco

Title: Panic! At the Disco 

Summary: You suffer with them on a daily basis and when you say you’ve tried everything, you’re not kidding. Any little thing can set them off, your panic attacks. However, there is one thing that helps. Well, more like person. And that’s Matt Murdock. 

Warnings: underlying panic attack; Matt being a dick and not calling his friends; some angst; and I believe that’s it really. I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read. 

Author’s Note: This one is kind of a short one but I still hope you enjoy it! 

Wordcount: 669

You were over it and you couldn’t deal with anything anymore. So, you called into work, claiming you were sick and stayed curled up under your thick comforter. However, it wasn’t doing the trick. You sighed and unwantedly climbed out of bed. You walked over to your closet, grumbling the entire time. You reached up to your closet shelf and yanked on your weighted blanket. This ought to help. You climbed back into bed and made a little den with the weighted blanket with just your head poking out. 

The reasoning for your most recent panic attack was none other than the person who can usually help you through them. Your best friend, Matt Murdock. Your heart was beating unevenly and you’ve tried every breathing technique possible. You see, it had been a couple of days since you’ve last heard from him, let alone seen him. And yes, you know all about him being the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. That’s what was worrying you. Usually by the next morning, he has called or left some kind of voicemail letting you know he was alright. There were also nights where he would let himself in and crawl into bed with you. You wanted nothing more than for him to wrap his big, strong arms around you to comfort you. 

You did everything you could to push away the thoughts, each one worse than the other. You tried not to think about how he might be dead in the middle of the street or in some god forsaken abandoned building. You pulled the weighted blanket closer to you, gripping it tightly. The tears that threatened to spill over, you tried to blink them away. But it didn’t work, they spilled over and freely slid down your cheeks. Where was he? You had already tried Foggy and Karen but they each said that they hadn’t seen him. Maybe he wasn’t dead. Maybe he had finally had enough of you and this was his way of showing it. Just completely ghosting you. A sob raked through your entire body and you pulled the weighted blanket even closer. 

As  soon as Matt stepped into your apartment building, he had to pause and listen. He could immediately sense that something was wrong. Honing in on just you, blocking everything else out that’s going on in the building. He tilted his head as he listened intently to your uneven heartbeat. Shit, he thought to himself. He knew exactly what was happening to you. Even though he was already in your apartment building, he needed to get to you quickly. He hurriedly folded up his walking stick and bolted up the stairs, taking them two at a time. When he got to your apartment door he fumbled with his keys for a moment until he finally got the right one for your door. He shoved the key into the keyhole, unlocking the door in the process before swinging the door open. Grabbing his keys and shutting the door behind him, he tosses his things to the side. He goes straight to your bedroom to find you. He climbs onto the bed and settles in next to you, instantly wrapping his arms around you and pulling you towards him. 

He begins to rub your back in a soothing manner before his calm voice fills your ears. “Sssshhhh, it’s okay. I’m here now.” 

You perk your head up as you wipe away the tears, both fresh and already dried ones. “Matty?” 

He gives you a reassuring squeeze. “Yeah, it’s me darling. I’m here now.” 

A sigh of relief left your lips. You could instantly feel your body starting to settle down. Your grip on the weighted blanket began to loosen as you got as close as you could to Matt. A weight lifted off of your shoulders when you felt him give you a gentle kiss on the side of your head. A small smile even creeped onto your face. Everything was going to be okay, for now anyway.

#tales of a whumpee newbie #writing challenge #october writing challenge #whumptober2022 #daredevil x best!friend reader #matt murdock #mcu hells kitchen #charlie cox #matt murdock one shot

[chasingmidnights]

Is Something Burning?

Title: Is Something Burning? 

Summary: You and Johnny Storm had been best friends since early childhood. When he told you about an upcoming mission that required going into space, you tried to convince him not to go. When he returns and tells you about his new powers, you’re completely surprised. Is that fire? 

Warnings: minor character injury; fire; building catching on fire; mentions of a burn; angst; I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read. 

Word Count: 1,438

When his sister, Susan, reached out to you saying that they were back from their mission, you wanted nothing more than to pack a bag and go see your best friend. However, when she said no visitors for the time being, you couldn’t help the initial sting in your chest. You wanted nothing more than to be there for Johnny. But when the word quarantine was being tossed around, you let out a defeated sigh and stayed home. So, you waited at home until you were able to see Johnny again. 

A few days had passed without hearing anything and you were starting to get anxious. You were getting ready for bed one evening when a knock came from your apartment door. Your face scrunches up in confusion in the mirror, wondering who in the hell was knocking so late at night. The knocking continues so you rush to your apartment door before you get a complaint from a neighbor. When you finally get the door opened, you’re surprised to see Johnny standing at your doorway. Although, are you really that surprised, this is Johnny after all. 

“Johnny!” You exclaim, once the shock wears off and you instantly go in for a hug. 

He immediately wraps his arms around you and begins to chuckle. “I take it someone missed me.” 

You pull away just enough to look up at him through your lashes. “Of course I did! Now, come on in before the neighbors start to complain.” 

You then lead Johnny into your apartment, pulling him in by the hand. When you grabbed him by the hand, you couldn’t help but notice how unusually warm his hand was. Johnny closes the door behind him as he continues to let you drag him into your apartment. He doesn’t miss the reaction on your face though when you grabbed his hand. He knows you can already sense something is different about him. He just hopes that when he shows you the full extent of his powers that you don’t reject him. He doesn’t know if he could handle losing his best friend, his firefly. When the pair of you settled on the couch, there’s a brief moment of silence as you guys take each other in 

“So, how are you Johnny? When Sue mentioned that all of you were in quarantine, it made me a little worried.” You admitted, a coy smile forming on your lips. 

“Yeah, that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” He replies, instantly reaching for your hand as his nerves start to spread in him. 

“Oh? Is everything alright? Are you dying?” Your mind instantly jumps to the worst conclusion and worry washes over you. 

Johnny can see the worry in your face and he gives your hand a comforting squeeze. “Hey, everything’s fine. But I do need to tell you something.” 

He then goes into detail about everything that happened in space. He explains how Reed’s calculations about the arrival of the cosmic storm was wrong and it nearly killed them all. He then gave details about his time at Victor’s medical center. You took in every word that he said and it took everything in you to not say, ‘I told you so’. However, you could also tell that he was keeping something from you. As his story was coming to an end, he mentions how the storm messed with their genetic code and how the radiation gave them all powers. 

“Wait, powers? What kind of powers?” You inquire, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Yeah!” He starts off, excitement dripping in his voice. “So, my sister can go invisible now and do some other cool stuff. Reed can stretch his body however he wants. And Ben turned into this giant rock creature.” 

“And what about you?” You ask, almost bluntly, eyeing him and down. Curiosity gnawing at you. He still looked like Johnny and was still acting like Johnny. 

You watch as Johnny shifts in his seat and he clears his throat. It’s rare to see Johnny act so uncomfortable, especially since you’ve known each other for so long. You move your free hand and place it on Johnny’s upper arm, giving him a reassuring squeeze. Johnny looks down at where your hand is and takes a deep breath. 

“Hey, whatever it is, you can tell me. I’m not going anywhere.” Your voice soft as you try to reassure him. 

He lets out a huff of air before he replies. “I can catch on fire.” 

“Show me.” You tell him. 

He tilts his head at you and is surprised by what you said. “You really wanna see?” 

All you do is nod your head. He lets go of your hand and stands up from the couch. You watch him from where you’re sitting as he snaps a couple of fingers together and a flame appears from the friction. Your eyes widen in shock as the flame appears and he makes it a little bit bigger. How is he doing this right now? Is that why his hand felt warmer than usual? What is happening right now? As Johnny observes your face, he can tell that the gears are turning in your mind. So, he makes the flame disappear and takes his spot next to you on the couch. 

“Firefly, you alright?” Johnny inquired, he tried to make his voice steady but he couldn’t help the slight shakiness that slipped out. “Y/n?” 

You snap out of your daze and turn to face Johnny. “What else can you do?” 

Your question throws him off guard and he clears his throat before answering. “ Well, um, my whole body can catch on fire and I can fly while being on fire.” 

A moment of silence settles between the two of you as you sit there and take in everything that Johnny has just told you. You’re not sure what to think. Why couldn’t Johnny have just listened to you, then none of this would have happened. You wanted to be mad at Johnny for not listening to you but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. He was still Johnny Storm, your best friend. So, you pull yourself out of your thoughts and return your attention back to Johnny. You take him in as he sits there waiting for you to say something, he looks so nervous. You climb into Johnny’s lap, something you’ve done countless times and you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into his neck. Giving him a tight, reassuring hug. Johnny instantly wraps his arms around your waist, returning the gesture. He can’t help the sigh of relief that escapes his lips. 

The next morning, Johnny comes bursting through your bedroom door, frantic as he does and completely startling you awake. You’re still half asleep and can’t fully comprehend what’s happening and what has him so frazzled. 

“Firefly come on, we gotta get out of here!” Johnny says as he’s scooping you up out of bed. 

“Wh-what’s happening?” You mumble. 

“The building is on fire. And no, I didn’t start it.” Johnny replies as he begins to carry you through your apartment. 

It took you a moment to completely realize what he had just said. Wait, did he just say that the building was on fire? It was like a switch flipped inside of you and you were suddenly wide awake. Your whole apartment was starting to catch on fire and you cling tighter onto Johnny. Panic taking over your entire body. 

“Johnny, get us out of here!” You exclaim before a coughing fit takes over. 

“I’m working on it Firefly.” He responds, although he’s not sure of who he’s trying to reassure, you or himself. 

Johnny finally gets you both out of the burning building, you had ended up closing your eyes during the escape. Once outside, Johnny rushed you over to an ambulance and a paramedic looked you over and dressed the small burn that you received. All you could do is watch as your apartment building burned down and everything you own with it. The oxygen mask fogged up with every breath that you took, the paramedic insisting on it with how much smoke you inhaled. You tried to hold back the tears but it was no use, they began to freely fall down your cheeks. You look over at Johnny who had walked over to talk to his sister and Reed and you really hope that he’s telling you the truth about not starting the fire. You guess you would find out soon enough and you tugged the blanket around tighter.

#tales of a whumpee newbie #writing challenge #october writing challenge #johnny storm #chris evans #johnny storm one shot #johnny storm x best friend reader #marvel

[chasingmidnights]

I Think I Need a Doctor

Title: I Think I Need a Doctor

Summary: After a mission goes south, you end up badly injured. Bucky rushes you to the nearest hospital. The odds of you pulling through don’t look too good though. 

Warnings: character injury; being hospitalized; intubation; mentions of bombs going off; a bit of angst; and I believe those are the major ones. I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read. 

Wordcount: 944

Bucky sat waiting anxiously in the ER waiting area as the doctors did what they could to help you. He was waiting for the rest of the team to arrive. His leg bounces uncontrollably, all of this waiting was starting to drive him crazy. Where the hell were they? Y/n is fighting for their life and they haven't arrived yet. He kept trying to push the incident out of his mind but it wasn’t working. It was all he could think about. 

“Y/n, don’t!”  He pleaded. 

They were taking out a HYDRA base and one of their soldiers had activated several bombs. You were both in a time crunch and had been separated. The first blast damaged the floor, making a huge hole in the  floor. Bucky had peered down into the hole and it led down to the basement. It was at least a forty foot drop if not more and at least twenty feet across. There would be no way in hell you could make it but when he saw the look on your face, he knew you were forming a plan. Going on several missions together and being best friends, he knew you all too well. He hears a voice come through the hospital’s intercom and he lets out a huff of air. He presses his palms together as he’s hunched over and has his elbows propped up on his knees. 

He can still hear the ringing from the blasts in his ears as he sat there. His thoughts flashing back to the mission, wondering if there was a way where he could’ve changed the outcome. You didn’t even have a chance to even try and jump before the other bombs went off. The blasts from the bombs were so powerful that they knocked both of them back. It even knocked him unconscious for a while. When he finally came to, his mind went straight to you and how he needed to find you. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he searched for you, completely ignoring his own injuries. It was hard to see through the dust that had gathered as he searched through the rubble. 

When he finally found you, his eyes went wide with fear seeing your body in the state that it was in. He threw rubble out of the way as fast as he could to get to you. He froze when he saw you, now that he was up close and getting a better look at your fragile body. Your body was slouched up against the wall and a pipe was sticking through your lower abdomen. Bucky found himself crouching down to examine your body further. He reaches his right hand out and gently brushes some of your hair off your face. You begin to stir and he urges you not to move. You try to speak but you’re not able to get a single word out before you go unconscious. He quickly checks for your pulse and is relieved when he finds one. He tells you he’s sorry before gently removing your body off of the pipe. Picking you up bridal style, he carefully carries you over the rubble and debris to get you to a hospital. 

Bucky is brought out of his thoughts when he hears his name being called. He looks in the direction of where the calling was coming from to see Steve approaching him who was followed by Sam, Nat, Tony, Bruce, and Clint. Bucky stands up to greet them and is embraced in a hug by Steve. They give each other a couple of pats on the back before releasing one another. 

“How is she?” Steve inquires, still holding onto Bucky by the shoulder. 

Bucky lets out a huff of air but before he can manage to say anything, he’s interrupted. 

“Barnes?” The doctor interrupts them as he approaches the group. 

Bucky glances back at Steve before greeting the doctor. “Yeah, that’s me. How is she?” Concern laced his voice as it wavered. 

There’s a long pause before the doctor speaks up. “Well, she’s out of surgery but I wouldn’t say she’s out of the woods quite yet. She needs to recover and that’s gonna be a long process.” The doctor takes a breath before continuing. “Good news is, that the pipe that went through her missed any and all major vital organs, it was a clean cut. A couple of stitches and it was an easy fix. However, our main concern is her collapsed lung and she’s struggling to breathe on her own. The collapsed lung is stable for now but we had to do a tracheal intubation, meaning we had to place a tube through her mouth to keep the trachea open so that air can get through.” The doctor finishes. 

The doctor was about to say something else when Bucky interrupted him. “When can we see her?” 

“Well, Mr. Barnes, she’s being transported to her room now. So, it���ll be a little while yet.” The doctor replies, he’s then pulled to the side by Tony and Bruce. 

When the group is finally able to see you, they’re all shocked at the state that you’re in. Even though the doctor had warned them, it still surprised them quite a bit. Sam and Steve became quiet and stoic as Natasha curled into Bruce’s side and let out muffled sobs. Tony and Clint let a few tears escape and slide down their cheeks, as did Bruce. Bucky takes a few strides towards your bed and when he reaches it, he falls to his knees. He lays his head on your hand and a sob rakes through his body.

#tales of a whumpee newbie #writing challenge #bucky barnes #bucky barns x you #bucky barnes one shot #sergeant james barnes #sebastian stan characters #sebastian stan

[chasingmidnights]

OK, Who Had 'The Plague' On Their 2022 Bingo Card?

Title: OK, Who Had ‘The Plague’ On Their 2022 Bingo Card? 

Summary: Thank god for your roommate, Jake Jenson because he was a lifesaver. After successfully avoiding COVID for almost two years, you finally caught it. And Jake is there to make you feel better. 

Warnings: character getting COVID; mentions of symptoms; and I think those are the major ones. I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read. 

Author’s Note: Just something kind of short and with some fluff. Maybe a tiny bit of angst? But not much. Also, Jake Jenson being a softy and you’re his Sugarplum. 

Wordcount: 666 (yes, you’re reading that right.) 

“Jake!” You whine from your bedroom, your voice hoarse and it doesn’t help that your throat is on fire. 

You hated being sick, it made you feel completely helpless and useless. You wanted to be productive but your body wouldn’t let you, too weak from the virus taking over your body. A cough rakes through your body and you succumb into a coughing fit. You reach over for some tissues as you feel a sneeze coming on. Just as your fit was coming to an end, Jake appeared in your doorway. 

“You whined, Sugarplum?” He arched an eyebrow as he took in your sick form. Still beautiful, he thought to himself. 

You shoot him a glare before plastering a sickly sweet smile on your lips. “It’s cold in here.” 

“What, the heated blanket isn’t enough?” Jake questions, crossing his arms in front of his chest. 

You give him your best puppy dog eyes and pout. To some, Jake was a tough guy and had a hard exterior. But to you, he was a big softy and he couldn’t say no. “Jakey, come cuddle me please.” 

As he looks down to the floor for a brief moment, he uncrosses his arms and places his hands on his hips. When he looks back up to see you still pouting, he lets out a sigh of defeat. “Alright, you win Sugarplum.” 

You squeal in delight and begin to make room for the large man. The bed dips with his added weight on it and he crawls under the covers. He pulls you in close and you instantly make yourself comfortable against him. A sigh of content leaves you as you rest your head on his chest and drape an arm over his stomach. Almost instinctively Jake begins to rub your back, soothing your aching muscles. 

“You’re the best, you know that Jakey?” You mumble as sleep slowly takes over you. 

“Yeah, I know Sugarplum.” He pauses, waiting for you to make some kind of smart ass remark. But the only thing that comes from you are light snores that he finds completely adorable. A small smile tugs up at the corner of his lips as he peers down at your sleeping form. 

A few hours later, you wake up to another coughing fit and your mouth and throat as dry as ever. Once the fit subsided, you reached over for your cup of water but you couldn’t quite reach it. You looked to see what was holding you down, only to find Jake’s arms wrapped around your waist. Even though you felt terrible, you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your lips. If only he knew how you felt about him. You lean down and press a feather light kiss to his forehead. You would be completely lost without him, he truly was your best friend. However, the blissful moment comes to an end when yet another coughing fit comes over you. This time, Jake stirs and slowly begins to wake up. You do your best to cover your mouth as Jake removes the sleep from his eyes. 

“Sugarplum, you alright?” His voice raspy from sleep and he sits up. 

As your coughing fit continues, Jake begins to rub your back with his hand in an up and down motion. A few more coughs leave your mouth before you’re able to settle down again. This time, you’re able to reach your water and you take a big gulp of it. The water instantly soothes your sore throat. There’s a brief moment of silence between the two of you, as you take another drink of water. 

“Yeah Jakey, as long as you’re here I’ll be alright.” You finally reply, surprisingly not forgetting Jake’s question. 

“Don’t you worry Sugarplum, I’m not going anywhere.” Jake responds. 

You look over at him as a small smile forms on your lips and the beginning of a blush tinting your cheeks. Maybe COVID wouldn’t be so bad after all with Jake by your side.

#tales of a whumpee newbie #writing challenge #jake jensen #jake jensen the losers #jake jensen drabble #chris evans #chris evans characters #jake jensen being a softy

[chasingmidnights]

I Did Not See That Coming

Title: I Did Not See That Coming 

Summary: You’re accused of selling top notch secrets from S.H.I.E.L.D.. But you have a plan in action to make everything right and almost everyone is on it. All except your friends seem to be in on it.

Warnings: I don’t think there’s that many warnings to be honest. Being wrongfully accused; some slight angst maybe and that might be it. I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read. 

Wordcount: 1,752

You were hanging out with a few of the Avengers, enjoying a small coffee break in the kitchen. It was like any other normal day as you sipped on your coffee, listening to Sam enthusiastically talk about a recent mission he had been on with Torres. You stood next to Bucky, with Steve and Nat standing across from you. If someone had told you what was about to happen, you wouldn’t have believed them. You probably would’ve laughed it off and went on with your day. But nothing could’ve prepared you for what was about to happen. Looks of confusion formed on everyone’s faces as Agent Coulson arrived along with several other agents behind him. Steve steps forward and is the first to speak up. 

“Agent Coulson, what’s going on?” Steve stands up straighter as he crosses his arms over his chest. 

Agent Coulson lets out a huff of air before he answers. “Agent Y/L/N, you’re under arrest for hacking into the S.H.I.E.L.D. database and selling government secrets to our enemies.” He pauses before he motions for a few of the agents to come forward. “Cuff her.” 

The agents do as they’re told and place your hands behind your back. As this is happening, your friends begin to protest. One of the agents was telling you your rights and Bucky tried to stop them. 

“Come on, this is ridiculous! Y/n tell them this isn’t true!” Bucky exclaims as he tries to intervene, causing an agent to step in front of him to keep him from stepping forward. 

Before you could say anything, Agent Coulson speaks up. “I’m afraid it is true Sergeant Barnes. We found the evidence this morning on her computer.” 

“Y/n, this isn’t true is it?” Sam inquires, you can hear the skepticism in his voice. 

You look down to the floor before looking back up. “It’s true, I’m sorry.” 

To say that everyone was shocked would be an understatement. One of the agents forcefully grabs you by the upper arm to get you to move forward. As you pass Bucky, your eyes meet his and you can see the hurt and disappointment in them. You look away as an agent pushes you forward once more. You’re not sure how long you’ve been sitting in the interview room that they dragged you too but you were starting to feel restless. You’ve slowly tore down the styrofoam cup that once held your coffee that has been long gone. Before they could even get their first question out, you had asked for your lawyer. You could’ve sworn you saw the detective roll his eyes and he begrudgingly goes to make the phone call. You let out a sigh, wondering where your lawyer was as you picked at a piece of torn styrofoam. Just then, the door swings open and in the doorway stands your friend and lawyer, Matt Murdock. Not a word is said as he begins to walk his way into the room, tapping his walking stick as he moves forward. The door slams shut just as Matt takes his seat, setting his briefcase on one end of the table and he begins to fold up his walking stick. 

While Matt is going over everything with you, your friends are still trying to wrap their minds around everything. They’re in the living room discussing the matter. 

“This is bullshit. Y/n doesn’t even know how to hack, she barely knows how to use her own laptop!” Bucky exclaims, shaking his head while he talks. 

The two of you met shortly after he arrived and you two became close friends almost immediately. You were the only one, besides Steve, who didn’t judge him for his past. He could always count on you whenever Steve wasn’t around or when Sam was driving him crazy. He couldn’t lose you, you were his best friend. No way was this true, something didn’t seem right about this. 

“Maybe it was all an act?” Natasha suggests. She was sitting in one of the La-Z-Boy chairs with one leg propped up on the coffee table and the other crossing it at an angle. “I mean think about it, she’s known Tony for a long time. Surely he’s taught her a few things.” 

Sam was standing by the lit fireplace with his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Possibly. But something feels off with this whole thing. I don’t think she would just betray her country like that. What do you think Steve?” 

Steve had been sitting in an armchair, next to Natasha, hunched over with his elbows propped up on his knees and resting his chin in the palm of one of his hands. He had completely blocked everyone out. He’d met you a few years after he came out of the ice and you guys clicked instantly. Surely this was all some sort of misunderstanding. He continued to stare into the dancing flames until Natasha started to snap her fingers at him, bringing him out of his thoughts. 

“Steve? You alright there?” She inquires, arching an eyebrow. 

Steve sits up. “Hmmm, what?” 

“What do you think about all of this?” Sam asks again. 

“I don’t know. This doesn’t seem like something Y/n would do. There’s gotta be more that they’re not telling us.” 

“So, what else could it be?” Natasha asks to no one in particular. 

A heavy silence fell between the group as they took in the red head’s question. 

A few days have passed without a word of what was happening to you. The four friends were growing anxious and a tension was growing throughout S.H.I.E.L.D. since the arrest. Rumors began to spread about what was going on and how it was all a ploy to lure out more traitors. As the rumors spread, your friends worked discretely to clear your name and to prove your innocence. One day they received a visit from Matt and they met him in a briefing room.

“Is everyone here?” Matt asks as he stands at the end of the table, nearest the door. 

Bucky was the last one to enter the room and he made sure to close the door behind him. Matt tilted his head at the sound of the door closing. 

“Yeah, everyone’s here.” Nat answered. 

“Good. I have word from Y/n.” Matt says, almost bluntly. 

“Okay, and?” Bucky urges impatiently. 

“She wants you to stop digging and that there’s nothing you can do to help her.” Matt finally says after a long pause. Matt then leaves the briefing room before any of them could protest or start an argument. 

Meanwhile, a young S.H.I.E.L.D. agent peeks around the corner of his cubicle. He enters in his login information on his computer and he pulls out a thumb drive along with his cell phone. He plugs in the thumb drive into his computer as he presses one on his cell phone. He begins to type as he waits for someone to answer the other line. 

“Hello?” A man on the other line says, a Russian accent thick and present. 

“They have no idea, I’m continuing as planned.” The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent replies, his own Russian accent showing through. He then quickly hangs up the phone and continues going through S.H.I.E.L.D.’s database and downloading it onto the thumb drive. 

Little did the traitor know though, that another agent on the other side had just overheard the entire thing. Her mouth dropped open and she mouthed, ‘oh shit’ to herself. She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose before calmly getting up from her chair to report this. 

Almost a month had passed since your arrest and no one had heard anything about what was happening. Rumors were going around that you had been relocated to a top security prison. Even more rumors were going around how there were several moles inside of S.H.I.E.L.D. and that you were one of them. Even with Matt’s message from you, your friends never stopped looking as to what was really happening. And they were getting close. They even asked the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent with the thumb drive a few questions but got nowhere with him. 

At another part of the building, there was a secret lab that was filled with computers, rows upon rows of them. And in the front of the room was a wall of monitors that tracked various cameras. Agent Coulson was on an upper level overlooking it all with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He glances over at Agent Hill as she comes to stand next to him, also crossing her arms. 

“Are we close?” She inquires, her voice firm. 

“Very. We just had a report made a week ago about suspicious activity. We’ve been tracking the agent since. He’ll slip up.” Agent Coulson says confidently. 

“I think she’s getting a bit restless.” Agent Hill remarks. 

Before Agent Coulson could respond to his colleague, a lab technician comes running up to them. “Sir, ma’am, we’ve got him.” 

Agent Coulson then turns to face Agent Hill with a smirk on his face. “See, I told ya. Go tell her and we’ll get this bastard.” 

Agent Hill nods curtly before walking away to do what was asked of her. 

There was a buzz throughout the building that got everyone’s attention, even your friends’. Something like this doesn’t happen very often. When a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents dressed in black tactical uniforms emerged from the secret lab, it caught people’s attention. The group was led by Agent Coulson and Hill as they marched their way through the building and to their destination. When they get there, Agent Coulson addresses the man. 

“Agent Gusev,” Coulson pauses as the man stands up and comes out of his cubicle. 

Just then Bucky, Nat, Steve, and Sam appeared at the other end of the hallway to watch what was happening. To say they were surprised at what happened next would be an understatement. Sure they had their suspicions but had no real proof. 

You pushed your way through your fellow S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and stopped right next to Coulson. A smirk formed on your face and you took great pleasure to say the following words. 

“Agent Gusev, you’re under arrest.”

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Masterlist

Welcome to my page! Below you'll find my original stories that I love, am proud of and enjoyed writing. Please take a look and tell me what you think! Just a reminder, this is an 18+ only blog, minors DNI. Another reminder, I'm an amateur writer so not everything will be perfect but I will do my best. I do this as a hobby and I'll post when I can. Feedback is welcomed as long as it's respectful. Any reblog or note is much appreciated and so are comments! My ask box is always open!

Challenges:

Whumptober 2022: Tales of a Whumpee Newbie

Original Works: AUs, One-Shots, & Mini Series

Where You Lead (moodboards are found here!) Summary: Welcome to Rustic Sunrise Ranch, set on 800 acres of land in Riverdale. It's been in the Grimes' family for generations and you couldn't imagine living anywhere else. Follow the lives of the Grimes family along with their friends to see where it leads you. Part One: The Beginning

(Where You Lead is going to go on Hiatus for now. I loved it when I first started working on it but other things are taking my time. I'm also not feeling the muse for this story any more like I once did. So, I might come back and revisit this at some point but we'll see.)

A Collection: One Shots - Fandom short stories that vary in characters, from Din Djarin (the Mandalorian) to Bucky Barnes and everything in between. Even not in between. Cradle of Life - After your father’s death, you’re sent a box of his belongings. Come to find out, one of your father’s enemies is after said belongings so you reach out to a few of your friends for help.  Cage the Devil AU - Money, power, and glory, that's what life is all about right? Who owns the best booze and weapons in town, that's the only thing that matters to mobster/Sheriff Lee Bodecker. He's the top gun to beat in Knockemstiff and the surrounding counties. That is until you came along. Maybe life might mean something a little more? This is a mob au with Sheriff Lee Bodecker as one of the main characters.

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Breathe In, Breathe Out

Title: Breathe In, Breathe Out 

Summary: You were assisting Bruce in the lab one day, when you were exposed to some nasty chemicals due to a small explosion. You accidently inhaled some of the chemical fumes and that was a big mistake. 

Warnings: chemical pneumonia; fainting; lab explosion; chemical exposure; mentions of character getting sick; oxygen mask; I think those are the major ones. If I missed any, I apologize but you are responsible for what you read. 

Word Count: 1,316

It all happened so fast. One minute, everything was going smoothly and then the next, all hell was breaking loose in the lab. The explosion was small but powerful enough to knock you and Bruce onto your asses. Bruce went to immediately lock down the lab and to turn on the flashing red warning lights. Alarms blare in your ears and you instantly cover your mouth and nose with your hand. 

“Don’t breathe this stuff in! I’m not sure what it’ll do to your immune system!” Bruce warns from across the room, his voice muffled. 

You try to see through the haze but find it difficult, there’s so much of it. The fumes are thick and swirling all around you. You tried to hold your breath in for as long as possible but when a coughing fit over takes you, you accidentally breathe in some of the fumes. Big mistake because it only makes your coughing worse and it gives your lungs a slight burning sensation. Bruce suddenly appears next to you, startling you. You thought he was still on the other side of the room. He lifts you up from your crouched over form and you lean against him as he leads you across the lab. 

“We need to get to the decontamination showers.” Bruce commands, pressing a button on the wall and sliding glass doors open. Bruce ushers both of you into the shower room and the sliding glass doors close and lock into place. “Strip and place your clothes over there.” Bruce orders and you quickly do as he says. 

Once your clothes are removed, you cover yourself the best that you can with your arms. You glance over at Bruce who has his back towards you and you can see that he’s fiddling with a monitor. Next thing you know, water is showering over your body, a soapy substance briefly forming on your body before being washed away by the warm water. F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice is then filling the chamber, instructing you to move into the clean room. In there, you find a clean towel to dry off with and a pair of white scrubs to change into. Before leaving the clean room, Bruce gently grabs you by the wrist. He eyes you up and down, concern etched over his features. 

“You alright?” Bruce inquires. 

You have to clear your throat before you can say anything. “Y-yeah, I’m fine.” 

“I want you to get a check up done just to make sure.” Bruce suggests.

“I really don’t think that’s necessary Bruce, I feel fine.” 

Bruce narrows his eyes at you before letting out a defeated sigh. “Going against my better judgment here but fine. If anything changes though, I want you to come see me right away.” 

“Of course.” You agree, nodding your head as you do. 

Bruce finally let go of your wrist and when the doors slid open to let you exit, you’re not entirely surprised by your welcoming committee. All of whom have concern written all over their faces. Nat, Tony, and Steve stood there waiting for an explanation. 

“What the hell happened?” Tony inquires, his voice stern and firm. 

“Just a small explosion, it’s all under control. The lab should be cleared in a few hours.” Bruce explains, almost nonchalantly. You could tell Tony was unsatisfied with Bruce’s answer and was about to say something but Bruce beats him to it. “Look, I’ll fill out a report later. Right now I just wanna spend some time with my girl.” Bruce then grabs Nat by the hand and leads her away. 

Tony then looks at you and you can tell he’s about to ask you a few questions. 

“I’ll fill out a report later as well, I would like to take a better shower. Get rid of this disinfectant smell.” You quickly say before turning on your heel and walking away. 

The next morning you felt incredibly weak as you climbed out of bed. You slowly stood up but a wave of dizziness washes over you and you have to instantly sit back down. When you finally gather enough strength to stand back up, you walk over to your bathroom on unsteady legs. You instantly grab a hold of the bathroom sink countertop and have to take deep, shallow breaths, each breath more painful than the last. Maybe you should go to the medical wing and get checked out? You shake the thought from your head and grab some cold medicine from the shelf. 

When you're finished getting ready for the day, the cold medicine seems to be doing the trick. The medicine got rid of most of the symptoms that you were feeling, all except for this damn dry cough. But you suffered through it, you had things that you need to get done today. First you needed some water though. On your way to the kitchen, you must’ve made a wrong turn or something because you ended up walking into the training room. That’s weird, right? You could’ve sworn you were heading towards the kitchen. As you stood by the doors of the training room, turning every which way as you tried to figure out how you got here. Steve paused his workout as soon as he noticed you and how dazed you looked. He walked over to you, saying your name as he did. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and gave you a small smile. 

“You alright? You seem a bit lost.” 

There’s a brief moment of silence before you look up at him. “I-I was on my way to the kitchen and I guess I got turned around.” 

“Well, do you want an escort to the kitchen so you don’t get lost again? I’d be happy to help.” Steve offered, you completely miss the coy smile that formed on his lips. 

You continue to look up at him through your lashes, you feel like you’re in a whirlwind. “That probably wouldn’t be a bad idea honestly.” 

As you and Steve made your way to the kitchen, your breathing became painful again and your dry cough returned. You had to stop walking for a moment until the coughing fit subsided. Steve waited patiently next to you, even offered an arm for you to hold onto. Once you felt able enough to walk again, you took a few steps forward. Before you could get any further though, a wave of dizziness washed over you again but this time you ended up fainting. Thankfully, Steve was able to catch you before you reached the floor and he rushed you off to the medical wing. 

You’re not exactly sure how long you were unconscious for when you slowly begin to wake up. When your vision begins to clear, you’re instantly blinded by bright fluorescent light. You have to blink a few times as your vision adjusts to the brightness. A shuffling sound caught your attention and you looked over to find a sleeping Steve in one of the medical wing chairs. You couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto your lips as you continued to watch Steve sleep. After a moment, you pull your gaze away and find yourself looking around the medical wing. You wanted to say something to make people aware that you were awake but your voice was hoarse and came out muffled. That’s when you realized that you had some kind of oxygen mask over your mouth and nose. You would’ve lifted your hands to remove the mask yourself but you still felt weak, even with the IV fluids being pumped into your system. 

So, until someone noticed that you were awake or until Steve woke up, all you could do was lay there on the hospital bed. And that’s what you did. You just laid there as you breathed in and as you breathed out.

#tales of a whumpee newbie #whumptober2022 #writing challenge #october writing challenge #angst prompts #bruce banner #mark ruffalo #the avengers #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #tony stark #marvel characters #mcu fandom

[chasingmidnights]

Psych 101

Title: Psych 101 

Summary: Trust the tests, that’s what your government tells you. And like any good citizen, you do what you’re told. But what happens when the tests don’t work on you? 

Warnings: claustrophobia; birds attacking; injection of a serum; feelings of anxiety; angst; I think those are the more major ones, I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read. I just post here. 

Word Count: 2,603

Author’s Note: So, I kind of got inspired by a few different things for this story. I saw the trailer for “Don’t Worry Darling” and that’s where the wall smooshing you against the glass came from. And then the ravens mimicking people’s voices, kind of came from the mutts in the second Hunger Games movie. It’s just kind of all over the place where the inspiration came from. Also, I may have gotten carried away with this one. 

You lay on your cot and let out a sigh, behind it was a mixture of relief and exhaustion. Needless to say, you were glad that training was done for the day. Right after training, they released the names of the initiates who were moving on to the next stage of training. You instantly let out the breath that you had been holding when you saw your name above the red line. For a while there, you weren’t sure if you were going to make the cut. But you did, thankfully. You did not want to become factionless. 

“Come on, we should be out celebrating!” Chris whines, trying to convince the other what they should be doing. 

You prop yourself up onto your elbows as they make their way over to you. Tris and Chris sat on the cot opposite you while Will and Al stood behind them. 

“What’s going on guys?” You inquire, glancing between the group before you. 

“I’m trying to convince these troglodytes that we should be out celebrating but they’re being lame.” Christina replies, saying the last part dramatically. 

You couldn’t help the giggle that came out at Christina’s antics. You look over at Tris and she looks taken aback at her friend’s words. 

“And, I said that we would. I just wanted to make sure that we invited Y/n first before we started celebrating without her.” Tris defends herself, causing Chris to roll her eyes. 

“Yeah, and I agreed.” Will added, grabbing ahold of Chris’s shoulders, squeezing them gently. 

You swing your legs over the edge of your cot and sit up straight. “Alright, yeah, that actually sounds like fun. What were you guys thinking?” 

The four exchange glances with one another but it’s Christina who speaks up with an idea. “How about tattoos?” 

“Sure, I’m down.” You reply with a smile. 

A moment later, you found yourself in the tattoo shop located inside the Dauntless walls. Your group spread out through the shop and you perused the multiple images that the shop had to offer. You were looking at a tree of life image, when a familiar voice was whispering in your ear and their hands were on your hips. The action caused you to freeze slightly, you were still getting used to touches so intimate. Like Tris, you also transferred from Abnegation, so this whole exchange has been a bit of a culture shock to you both. 

“Is that what you’re getting?” He inquires, you can feel his warm breath on your earlobe. 

You clear your throat before you speak, hoping your voice sounds even. “Um, yeah, I was thinking about it. Do you like it?” Your stomach was doing flips as you waited for his answer. You hoped he would say yes. 

“Yeah, actually I do. You should get it here.” He replies, his voice deep and husky, sending a shiver up your spine. The shiver spreads throughout your body when you begin to feel his thumb caress your hip. 

You slowly nod your head as you reply. “Okay.” 

The next thing you know, he’s gone and you let out the breath you were holding in. You pick up the glass slate that the image was on and take it over to one of the artists. 

“I want this one.” You say confidently and him the glass slate. 

The next day, you found yourself with the other initiates being prepared for the next step of training. This stage was going to be all psychological, facing your worst fears. At least that’s what Four was saying as you did your best to concentrate. You often found yourself distracted whenever Four was speaking, you tended to focus on his lips. You imagined what they would feel like- no, focus Y/n. You need to prepare your mind for this next phase of training. But before you do, you glance over at Four and see that he’s holding the door open to a small testing room for the first initiate. You almost miss the smirk on his lips and you can feel your cheeks beginning to turn pink. It’s like he knew what you were thinking. 

One by one, you watched your fellow initiates walk into the small testing room. Each one of your fellow initiates came out with various expressions written all over their faces and bodies. Some looked as though all of their blood had been drained from their bodies and looked completely distraught. Others came out visibly shaken and weak-kneed, stumbling out of the room. A few of them needed assistance as they were unable to walk out on their own. Your nerves were on edge the longer you sat there and it didn’t help that every now and then you would hear a scream coming from behind the closed door. It was down to you and Tris, your leg started to bounce as you wondered who was going to be called next. Suddenly, the door swings open and out walks Al, his face drained of all color and he is stumbling out of the room. You look up to meet Four’s gaze as he glances between the two of you. The air is thick for a moment as he decides on who to pick next. 

“Tris, come with me.” Four says, in a stern voice. 

You and Tris exchange a look before she’s standing up and following Four into the test room. Suddenly, you’re alone and you feel even more anxious. You do your best to clear your mind and to concentrate but before you can get very far into your meditation, the door is opening back up. Tris is being let back out which surprises you, she must be the fastest time yet today. You look between the pair before meeting Tris’s gaze and she just shrugs at you nonchalantly before walking away. You look back at Four and for a brief moment, he looks annoyed but then he looks at you and his expression softens. 

“Y/n, if you’ll come with me.” He says your name in a different tone than he had everyone else’s instantly giving you butterflies. 

You stand up and walk into the small testing room, your nerves suddenly on fire. You were anxious of what the fear simulation might show you. Would it be something that you already knew about yourself, like your fear of heights? Or would it be something you didn’t know about yourself? Four leads you over to a chair, one you might find in like a dentist office and you take a seat in it. A comfortable silence fills the room as you watch Four prepare everything in order for you to begin your training. You can’t help but admire how focused he is at the moment and you pull in your bottom lip with your teeth. 

“So, did you get it?” His question throws you off for a moment. 

“Oh! You mean the tattoo. Um, yeah, I got it.” You can feel the blush forming on your cheeks, tinting them pink. 

When he finally turns around, he looks you up and down before walking over to you, carrying an injector with him. He brushes some hair away from your neck and the action heats up our skin. “Where’d you get it?” 

You can feel his eyes scanning your body, searching for the new tattoo. You’re not sure what takes over you but you lift up your shift a little bit from the bottom to reveal the tree of life tattoo on your hip. You look over at him and you see him staring at the fresh ink. “So, do you like it?” 

He clears his throat before he’s looking directly at you, a soft smile appearing on his face. “Yeah, I do.” There’s a brief moment of heavy silence as you two gaze at each other, the tension thick between the two of you. “Alright, so you’re gonna feel a slight pinch in your neck when I inject the serum. Once injected, you’ll be taken into your fear simulation. You’ll face your worst fears in there, you’ll need to face them in order to beat them. So, just take in a few deep breaths for me and try to relax. You got this.” 

Four then gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze as you turn slightly away from him, taking in deep breaths like he suggested. Next thing you know, there’s a pinch in your neck and you were being pulled into unconsciousness. When you wake up, you find yourself in a long hallway. As you look around, your face scrunches up in confusion and you begin to wonder where you are. The place almost gave you a sense of familiarity but you couldn’t quite place it. You peer down the hallway and you can’t help feeling suspicious. One side of the hallway was decorated in a light wood paneling on the walls and the opposite was glass, from ceiling to floor. The floor was made of the same light wood color of the wall but in a parquet style. Your instincts are screaming at you to not go down the hallway but you push them to the side. You needed to figure out where you were and how to get out of here. You cautiously begin to walk down the hallway, you don’t like how quiet the place is causing a shiver to run through your body. The quietness gives this whole situation an added eeriness and you don’t like it. Goosebumps begin to form all over your body, something feels off. About halfway down the hallway, you stopped to look out the glass window and your mouth dropped open at what you saw. Before you was a beautiful, lush forest and you couldn’t help but stop to admire the scene in front of you. 

While you’re admiring the view in front of you, you hear gears beginning to turn and click, causing you to search for where the sound is coming from. When you figure out that the sound is coming from the wall behind you, your eyes widen in shock. The wall is now moving towards you and at a steady pace. You try to move your feet but they seem to be glued to the floor. You begin to feel yourself starting to panic, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. How were you going to get out of this? You were trapped and you were going to die in a matter of minutes. It wasn’t long before you were pressed up against the glass window, breathing heavily as you tried to figure your way out. You’re looking out of the glass window, looking out at the forest when your reflection catches your attention. Your reflection is looking right at you when it should be the same way your face is, which is turned to the side. There’s a stern look on your face and you can’t help but squint at yourself. 

“This isn’t real.” Your reflection reminds you. 

How could you forget so easily? Your reflection was right, this isn’t real. Next thing you know, you’re walking through the glass and into the forest. You look behind you and the building that you were once in is now gone and you’re completely surrounded by thick oak trees. Someone screaming your name catches your attention and you listen for the person to scream again. As you wait, all you can hear is the rustling of the wind. Then it happens again but this time you recognize the voice, your mom. She sounds like she’s in trouble or in pain. You run as fast as you can to find her and as you keep running, you hear someone else scream your name. This time it was your dad’s voice that you heard but it was in another direction. Your breathing begins to labor as you stand there waiting for another scream to occur. Suddenly, a raven swoops down in front of your face, one of its wings barely missing your face as it does. A swarm of them are now surrounding you, each one sounding like a person that you care about. Your parents. Your brother. Christina. Tris. Will. Al. And you even start to hear a mimic of Four’s voice. They all sound like they’re in pain and you can’t handle it anymore. You fall to the ground and are crouched on your knees, curling into yourself as the ravens continue to fly and swarm around you, screaming your name. As you sit there, you begin to feel them start to peck and scratch at you causing you to flinch every time. You close your eyes tight, hoping it would do the trick to get them to go away. 

All of a sudden, you’re gasping for air and bolting forward in a chair and you’re back in the testing room with Four. Four had rushed over to you, trying to comfort you. You did feel comforted, especially with his big, strong arms wrapped around you. You feel his chin rest gently on top of your head and you close your eyes at the feeling and lean into him. 

“How long do you think you were in there for?” Four asks, pulling away slightly to look at you. You bite back a whimper from slipping past your lips at the loss of contact. 

You look up at him and can see that his gears were turning in his head. “Um, I don’t know. Twenty minutes or something like that. Why? How long was I in there for?” 

Four steps over to the computer and took a seat on the stool. “You were in there for barely two minutes.”

You stare at him in disbelief and get up from the chair, feeling the urge to pace. “No, that’s not right.” 

Four let out a sigh. “How did you walk through the glass like that?” 

You stop in your tracks and look over at him. You shrug your shoulders as you keep eye contact with him, you feel your palms begin to sweat. “I don’t know, I just did.” Please believe it. 

He crosses his arms over his chest and narrows his gaze at you. Crap, he doesn’t believe you. “What were your test results?” 

You tilt your head in confusion. “Excuse me?” 

“Your test results, what were they?” He asks, a little more forceful and within a few strides, he’s in front of you. 

You want to be honest with him and tell him that they were inconclusive but you were told not to tell anyone. “I-um-” All you can do is stammer as you try to reply. 

“You can trust me Y/n. I won’t let anything happen to you.” Four says reassuringly, placing his hands on your hips. 

You take a deep breath and hope you don’t regret telling him. “Inconclusive.” 

“So, you’re divergent too then?” he inquires, even though you’re pretty sure he already knows the answer. 

“Yes.” You look down after answering him. 

He lifts your head back up by placing his index and thumb on your chin and keeping them there for longer than necessary. “Hey, I’ll help you get through this, no one else will find out.” 

Saying that you were divergent out loud to someone lifted a huge weight off of your shoulders. You were relieved that Four was so accepting, especially since he was one too. It made this whole situation that much better. For once you had hope and that maybe there was a chance. If Four could make it this far with being deviant, then maybe you could too.

#tales of a whumpee newbie #whumptober2022 #writing challenge #october writing challenge #happy october #divergent oneshot #tobias eaton #four divergent

[chasingmidnights]

You're Not Making Any Sense

Title: You’re Not Making Any Sense

Summary: Little does anyone know, Eleven has an older sister. Dr. Brenner kept the pair separated as much as possible, afraid of how powerful the two could be together. One day though, you uncover the truth while being in the isolation tank. 

Warnings: some mild abuse; being put in tight spaces, such as an isolation tank; being used for government experiments; mentions of childbirth/labor; and I think those are the major ones. I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read. 

Author’s Note: Kind of a Stranger Things AU, I hope you enjoy it!

Wordcount: 972

It felt like you were floating on the clouds while you were in the isolation tank. You felt completely weightless. Another thing that the tank offered was that it blocked everything on the outside out. It helped you focus on the task at hand. With this particular task, you were supposed to be using all of your energy to find someone for Dr. Brenner. But your mind had other plans. A woman kept coming into your mind and she was in a lot of pain. Your face scrunches up in confusion. The woman screams out in agony as you circle around the stranger. What is happening right now, you thought to yourself as you tilt your head. Next thing you know, the echoes of a crying infant fill your mind and you cover your ears, it’s so loud. Before you could see what happened next, you were gasping for air and being yanked out of the tank. They escorted you back to your room and left you alone with nothing but your thoughts. 

A few days had passed before anyone came to get you. At least you think it’s days. When you heard the door to your room being unlocked, you sat up from your cot and swung your legs over the edge. The door finally opened and Dr. Brenner was standing just outside, holding his hand out to you. 

“Are you ready, Nine?” His voice was flat and emotionless, his face stern. 

You nod your head briskly and stand up from your small bed. As you take his hand, he begins to lead you back to the room with the isolation tank. The silence is thick as the two of you walk down the cold hallway. You’re itching to ask him a question about what you saw the other day but you don’t want to upset him. He must’ve sensed something because he’s the one to cut the thickness in the air. 

“What’s on your mind my child?” 

You go to reply but close your mouth almost instantly. You’re not quite sure if you want to ask him. 

“Come on, talk to me, daughter.” 

There’s a long pause before you finally decide to ask him. “Papa, who was that woman that I saw the other day?” 

When you look up at him, you notice how his jaw clenches almost immediately. You tilt your head at him as you wait for an answer. 

“Papa?” 

He relaxes his jaw as much as possible but you could tell that the rest of his body was still tense. “It was a hallucination. The tank does that sometimes, there’s no need for you to worry about it. I need you to have a clear mind for today’s assignment.” 

You look down to the floor for a brief moment before lifting your head back up to face forward. “Yes, Papa.” 

Once they’ve prepped you and given you your assignment, you’re back in the isolation tank. You take a few deep breaths before letting your mind take over. Doing your best to concentrate. However, once again your mind has other ideas completely dismissing today’s mission. This time though, your mind is showing you a different image. It’s the same woman from before but she’s standing in front of a younger version of you. The woman is also holding a baby in her arms and your curiosity grows. You watch as the woman leans forward, showing you the small babe. 

“Y/n, this is your sister, Jane. I want you to watch out for her and protect her. Can you do that for me?” The woman asked. 

The younger version of you nods their head. “Yes, Mama.” 

She gently cups your cheek. “That’s my good girl.” 

Everything soon vanishes into smoke and you’re gasping for air yet again. You were being dragged out of the tank with so much force that it was beginning to hurt your upper arm. Once on solid ground, you received a hard slap to your cheek. When you recovered from the shock, your eyes were met with glaring daggers from Dr. Brenner. He was not happy.

“You insolent child!” He yells, his nostrils flaring. 

He then grabs you harshly by the wrist and begins to drag you out of the room. You scream at him to let you go but he doesn’t listen. In fact, his grip tightens. When he finally gets to your room, he flings the door open and pushes you in. You trip over your own feet and fall to the floor causing you to grunt once you’ve made impact with the hard tile. You quickly get back on your feet and turn to face Dr. Brenner. 

“Wait, Papa, is it true?! Do I have a sister?!” 

You search his eyes for any hint of the truth in them as you wait for an answer. But you never get one. He slams the door in your face and you stop over to your bed, taking a seat on the edge of it. None of this made any sense. You rub your temple as thought after thought flooded your mind. Was what you were seeing real? Old memories long forgotten finally resurfacing after all of these years being dormant. Or were they like what Papa said, hallucinations? Simple side effects from being in the isolation tank. Maybe she was one of the other kids here. You’ve seen them in the hallways but you weren’t allowed to interact with them. You needed this to make sense and if you couldn’t get them from Papa or the isolation tank, you would find another way. Another way to deprive your senses so you could look within, you’re sure you could do it. Everyday you could feel your powers growing. So, it would only be a matter of time before it all made sense to you. 

#tales of a whumpee newbie #october writing challenge #writing challenge #stranger things #stranger things au #stranger things one shot #eleven stranger things

[chasingmidnights]

Do These Tacos Taste Funny to You?

Title: Do These Tacos Taste Funny to You? 

Summary: You’ve been with your current beau for a few months now and everything seems to be going fine. Little did you know though, he started putting small amounts of scopolamine into your food and drink when you weren’t looking. 

Warnings: being roofied; fainting; dead bodies; blood; underlying being framed; Dex being an asshole; and I think those are the major ones you need to be aware of. I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read. 

Wordcount: 896

You were adding the finishing touches to the table as the casserole was cooking in the oven. Taking a step back to admire your handy work, a small smile curls up at the corner of your lips. 

“Perfect!” You chirp. 

Everything was in its proper place and it all looked symmetrical, which he would accept nothing less. Speaking of which, Dex could be home any minute. You turn on your heel and rush back to the kitchen to finish up there. Just as you were placing the last minute touches to the table and serving up the casserole along with its side dishes, Dex was walking through the doorway. A smile forms on his face as he breathes in the delicious scent coming from the kitchen. 

“Honey, I’m home! Boy, does something smell good!” He steps further into the apartment making sure to close the door behind him. Setting his things to the side, he goes to find you. 

When he spots you at the stove, he can’t help but take a moment to admire you. He crosses his arms in front of his chest as he leans against the doorway, smiling. He can’t help but eye you up and down as you sway your hips to the tune that you’re humming. He stood there for a few more seconds before walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around you. A smile tugs upward on your lips knowing Dex is finally home. He gives you a gentle squeeze while giving you a quick peck on the cheek. When he lets go of you, you turn around to face and give him a proper kiss. Everything around you stands still as the two of you kiss, neither of you wanting the moment to end. He pulls away first and you have to bite back the whimper that nearly escapes. 

“Here, why don’t I take the plates to the table and you go freshen up a bit.” Dex suggests, starting to move around you to grab the plates. 

“Okay babe. I’ll only be a few minutes.” You give him a sweet kiss on the cheek before bouncing off. 

Just as he’s setting your plate down, his phone dings signaling he’s got a message. He pulls his phone out to read the message. 

UNKNOWN: It needs to happen tonight. 

Dex’s brows furrow as he runs his free hand over the top of his short blonde hair. He lets out a huff of air before locking the screen on his phone and tucking the device back into his pocket. He takes in a deep breath before quickly glancing over your shoulder to see if you were coming yet. Thankfully, you hadn’t come back out yet but he knew he didn’t have too much longer. Another blessing was that you’d already filled the glasses with something to drink. He hurriedly pulled out a small vile from his jacket pocket and poured the remaining white powder into your wine. 

You see, the last couple of weeks he had been slipping scopolamine into anything you ate or drank. He needed to see how well your body handled the drug. To no surprise, the drug did what it was supposed to do and you had no bad reactions. Each time he slipped it into your food or drink, he would increase the amount bit by bit. But he was out of time and the plan needed to move forward. He swirls your wine around to make sure the powder has thoroughly dissolved before setting the glass back down. It may not look like it but he did care for you. Just as he sat down, you reappeared into the main living area. 

“Ready to eat?” You inquire as you sit down, a small smile forming on your lips. 

Dex nods his head curtly, a tight-lipped smile appearing on his own face. “Absolutely, I’m starving.” 

Throughout dinner, the both of you talked about each other’s day and how they went. Dex was watching you intently as you were going on about some problem you had at work today. A huge yawn escaped you halfway through your story and he could tell that the drug was starting to take its effect on you. However, it wasn’t until another half an hour later before it had completely consumed you. He pushes his chair back and gets up to check on you. He leans down and waves his hand in front of your face and receives no reaction. He then snaps his fingers a few times and there is still no response. He bows his head before moving your chair back and helping you up. 

The drug is still holding your entire body hostage when the FBI show up and start swarming the place. Between the shouting and the waving lights of the flashlights, you were starting to come out of your haze. When you finally take in the scene before you, a blood-curdling scream leaves your body. Several dead bodies were all over the place and your body began to shake as sobs raked through it. A gasp escapes your mouth when you notice the knife in your hand and it’s coated in blood. Just as an FBI agent comes up to you, your eyes meet briefly before you land on the floor. Your body blending in with the rest of the bodies as you fainted.

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[chasingmidnights]

Today's Special: Torture

Title: Today’s Special: Torture

Summary: Ever since you landed on Geonosis, you’ve had a bad feeling, one you couldn’t shake. But you trusted Master Kenobi and followed his lead. Turns out though, you should’ve listened to your gut feeling. 

Warnings: torture/being whipped; character injury; being captured; losing consciousness; and I think those are the major ones. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read. 

Author's Note: The Mandalorian in this is just kind of a generic Mandalorian, it's none of the ones that we've come to love & adore.

Wordcount: 1,274

You had been knocked unconscious and badly injured during the battle at the colosseum on Geonosis. You groaned as you sat up, gently placing your hand to the side of your head. Before you could react, you were instantly surrounded by droids and Geonosian soldiers. With their weapons still aimed at you, they part a path for Count Dooku. You immediately tried to reach for your lightsaber but he was quicker and he used the force to pull the saber towards him, catching it with ease. He begins to click his tongue in disappointment. 

“Y/n, Y/n, Y/n. I’m so very disappointed in you.” Count Dooku admits but you could care less what he thinks. 

You narrow your gaze at him. “Bite me.” 

He feigns that your words hurt him before making his own remark. “You kiss Obi-Wan with that mouth?” He quirked an eyebrow up at your shocked expression. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You snap back, clenching your jaw as you do. 

A smirk tugs up at the corner of his lips. “Oh, but I do. You see, I’ve been having you followed and I know all about your little affair with General Kenobi.” 

“What do you want, Dooku?” You grit out. 

“I want you to join me, join the dark side. Then, you can show General Kenobi what a mistake it was to leave you behind. To leave you as if you meant nothing.” He emphasizes every word and holds out a hand for you to take. 

Your gaze drifts down towards his hand in disgust before looking back up to meet his gaze. You practically growl the next words that come out of your mouth. “Never. Obi-Wan will come back for me.” 

Count Dooku shakes his head in disappointment. “So be it then. Take her away.” 

You were then yanked up to your feet and dragged away by some of the Geonosian soldiers. When they reached the prison area, they tossed you into a cell. You grunted as you made impact with the hard floor. The door slid close and locked automatically. You slowly stand up, holding your left side as you do. Looking around the small cell, you see no way out and let out a huff of air, annoyed that you’re in this mess. You notice the bench jutting out of the wall and decide to take a seat, you’re more than likely going to be here a while. 

The longer they kept you waiting, the more impatient and restless you became. You tried to meditate but it was useless, you couldn’t focus. Countless possibilities ran through your mind on what they could and would do to you. Each thought worse than the next and each one sent a shiver down your spine. You’re brought out of your thoughts when the cell door slides open and two Geonosian guards stand there. They enter your cell and grab you forcefully to lead you elsewhere.

They bring you to another part of the massive compound and shove you into a dingy room. In the center of the room a containment field and your gut twists. You begin to fight against the guards but it’s no use and they push you forward. Once they have you locked in place in the containment field, a blue-colored field surrounds you. The guards go to stand by the door and all you can do is listen to them click in various ways as they talk. You, of course, have no idea what they’re talking about. After what felt like hours of waiting, you notice how the guards straighten up their posture just as the door slides open. You’re not surprised to see Count Dooku enter the room but you are surprised by the Mandalorian that follows in after him. Great, your day just keeps getting better and better. 

“I see you’ve already noticed my companion. And yes, he is a Mandalorian and he has quite the disdain for the Jedi and the Republic.” Count Dooku informs, he was just as arrogant as ever. 

Your eyes glance over to the Mandalorian and a shiver crawls up your spine as you watch him crack his knuckles. You can only imagine the kind of evil grin that he’s wearing underneath the helmet. 

“It will bring me great pleasure to torture you, Jedi scum.” The Mandalorian says through the modulator. 

You narrow your gaze at the bounty hunter. 

“And so you shall. Remove the shield but keep the binders on.” Count Dooku orders one of the guards and they do as they’re told. “Since you refuse to join the dark side, maybe some torture will change your mind.” 

You do your best to keep your emotions in check but you know your eyes deceive you. An evil smirk curls up on the corner of Count Dooku’s lips. He then excuses himself to let the Mandalorian do their job. You watch as the armor-covered man pulls out what looks to be a baton. But you were greatly mistaken. He presses a button on the handle and it hums to life, releasing nine electrified whips. Your eyes widen in fear at the device. He gives the whip a few twirls, low to the ground and they cackle when the whips come into contact with the floor. You watch him as he begins to walk behind you. 

“I’m gonna enjoy this.” 

You hear the electricity from the whips meet the ground once more causing them to sound irritated and angry. You try to brace yourself for the first impact of the whips but no amount of preparation could’ve been enough. The sharp metal teeth that were at the end of each whip went straight through the fabric of your tunic and connected with your skin. You cry out in agony and curse at the same time, the intense feeling being too much. Electricity ran through your body causing you to spasm. The Mandalorian left the teeth of the whips in your flesh for a few minutes before yanking them out harshly. This action alone causes another scream to come out of you. It’s not long before your tormentor is digging the nine-tail back into you. 

Hours ticked by as scream after scream left your fragile body. To say you were exhausted would be a huge understatement, you’re pretty sure you went unconscious a few times. You didn’t think that it was ever going to end. Just then, the door slid open and Count Dooku entered the room. He didn’t say anything, he just eyed you up and down as he took in your beaten body. You could barely hear the wind of the whip as the Mandalorian readied it to strike you once more. But before he got the chance to, Count Dooku stopped him. 

“That’s enough.” He pauses as he examines your nearly unconscious body. “So, would you like to reconsider my offer?” 

Somehow you manage to muster enough strength to lift your bowed head. You narrow your gaze at him before huffing a single word out. “Never.” You then drop your head back down. 

Count Dooku clicks his tongue as he shakes his head in disapproval. “Stubborn girl. Take her back to her cell, we’ll try again tomorrow.” 

Tomorrow? You nearly fainted at the word. You’re not sure if you can go through another day of this torture. The Mandalorian took too much pleasure in doing this task assigned to him. You prayed to the Maker that Obi-Wan was on his way to rescue you, as you were being dragged back to your cell. Surely he didn’t abandon you and left you for dead… Right?

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