Avenge The Donuts

I love God, my Chickens and Marvel. Maybe I repost a good story or I post a Meme but I don't write stuff by myself so...

[willowas519]

STOP PUTTING YOUR OC UNDER “X READER”!!!!! I DONT WANT TO READ YOUR STINKY LOVE STORY, *I* WANT TO BE THE LOVE STORY!!!!

[angel--cassie]

[michaelsmelodie]

𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗥. ᥫ᭡ 𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻 × 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝗳!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘳 · 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 · 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 & 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 · 𝙬𝙘 𝟲𝟰𝟱 🥧 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱

By the time Jaafar gets you upstairs, you’re basically attached to him. One arm around his neck.

The other holding absolutely nothing important.Your missing heel situation has still not been resolved. “Baby,” Jaafar laughs softly while unlocking the apartment, “where's your other shoe at?” You blink slowly. Then gasp. “Oh my days.”

“What?”

“I had two.” He starts laughing immediately. Like fully laughing now, shoulders shaking while you stare at him offended. “Y-you’re not helping.”

“You losin’ pieces of your outfit outside and I’m the problem?”

“You’re supposed to support me emotionally.”

“I am supportin’ you emotionally.”

“No, you’re bein’ mean.” Jaafar finally gets the door open and the second you step inside, you immediately grab onto him with both arms again, very clingy...He almost stumbles backward from the force of it. “Damn,” he laughs. “Missed me that bad?”

“Yes.” The answer comes so fast he actually pauses. Then his whole expression melts.

“Aw my sweet girl.” You shake your head against his chest dramatically. “Don’t leave.”

“I’m literally right here.”

“No but like…just don't.”Jaafar has to bite his lip to stop laughing again.You look up at him suddenly with wide sleepy eyes.“You’re so pretty.”

“Oh? am i?.” He Softly laughs. “No seriously.” Your hands squish his cheeks together. “Like stupid pretty. t-that's not okay.”

“Stupid pretty?” he says confused. “Mhm.” He kisses your forehead softly while you continue staring at him.

Drunk you was dangerously affectionate. And Jaafar loved every second of it. “You need water first,” he says gently.

“No! No.”

“You absolutely do.”

“Noooo,” you whine, following him into the kitchen attached to him. “Kiss me first.”

“Baby—”

“Pleaseeee.”Jaafar turns around immediately, smiling helplessly before kissing you softly. And immediately you kiss him back way too hard. Missing his mouth once because you’re laughing.

Jaafar laughs against your lips too, hands steadying your waist while you keep kissing him between giggles. “There she go,” he murmurs softly. “Shh..N-Nooo talking.”

“M’not talkin’.”

“You literally are.” You kiss him again before he can defend himself. And again, And again. Jaafar eventually starts laughing into your mouth because you genuinely won’t stop. “Baby,” he says breathlessly between kisses, “lemme breathe.”

“Nooo.”

“That’s so selfish.”

“You’reee mineee.” The way you say it almost visibly affects him. His smile softens instantly. “Yeah?” he murmurs quietly.

“Mmhmm.” You kiss the corner of his mouth this time, then his jaw, then somewhere near his cheek because your aim is questionable now. Jaafar’s holding your waist tighter now just to keep you standing. “You drunk-drunk,” he whispers affectionately. “I’m in love-love.”

“That too.” You bury your face dramatically into his neck afterward. And immediately start kissing there too. Little sleepy kisses all over his skin while Jaafar just stands there smiling like an idiot.

“Baby,” he laughs quietly, “what are you doing?”

“Lovin’ youuu.” That one hits him directly in the chest. You can tell too because suddenly Jaafar gets quieter. His hands slide warmly up your back while he presses one kiss into your hair. “My sweet girl.. you need some sleep,” he murmurs. You hum happily against his neck, still refusing to let go of him for even one second.

When he tries reaching for the water bottle again, you tighten your grip immediately. “No.”

“You holding me hostage now?”

“Yes.”

“That’s crazy.”

“You like it.” True..Very true, Jaafar finally gives up on pretending he needs space and just lifts you onto the kitchen counter instead. You immediately pull him closer again between your knees. “There,” you mumble proudly. “Now stay.”

“Yes ma’am.” You smile dreamily before kissing him again slower this time.

Still smiling into it. Jaafar kisses you back gently, one hand resting against your thigh while the other brushes hair away from your face.

And Oh Goodness-

he looks at you so softly when you’re like this. Like being loved by you is his favorite thing that’s ever happened to him. “You know what?” you whisper suddenly. “What?”

“I’d cry if you..cry.” Jaafar stares at you for one second. Then bursts into laughter so hard he nearly folds in half.“That’s your declaration of love?”

“It’s serious!” You stare. “Oh my baby..”

“You can’t cry.” You pout. “I’ll do my best.” You squint suspiciously. “Promise me.”

“I promise.” Satisfied, you nod once, Then immediately kiss him again because apparently that’s the solution to everything tonight.

And Jaafar’s perfectly okay with that.

© 𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚

[actlikeyoudontknowthekid-deacti]

Pleaseee a fic where childhoodbestfriend!reader talks about her fav artist (who she had a tiny crush on since a child) and Michael being jealous 🥹🥹

Negative Nancy

A/N: This is so cute and such a good idea. Love this request!!

Warning: Sassy Michael

The Jackson house was never quiet.

Somewhere upstairs, somebody was arguing over a comb. The television in the den played low enough to blend into the rest of the noise while laughter carried from the kitchen every few minutes like background music. The whole house smelled like fried chicken, warm spices, and somebody’s expensive perfume mixing with cigarette smoke from outside.

You sat cross-legged on the carpet near the record player while Janet Jackson flipped through vinyls dramatically.

“Everybody in this house got boring taste except me,” she announced.

From the couch, Michael Jackson snorted without even looking up from the notebook in his lap. “You literally played the same song three times yesterday.”

“And I’ll do it again.”

She slid a record from its sleeve with a grin. The second the opening instrumental of My Girl filled the room, your entire face lit up.

“Oh my God.”

Janet pointed at you immediately. “SEE? She knows real music.”

You were already singing before the first verse even fully started.

“I’ve got sunshineeee…” you dragged out dramatically, pointing your finger like you were onstage.

Janet collapsed into laughter while joining in beside you.

Across the room, Michael slowly looked up at you because you were singing this song with your whole chest.

Eyes closed. Smiling. Swaying a little.

And worse—when David Ruffin’s voice came in, you pressed a hand dramatically over your heart like you were about to faint.

Michael narrowed his eyes instantly.

“Oh brother,” he muttered.

You ignored him completely.

“That man could SING,” you said.

Janet gasped loudly. “THANK YOU.”

Michael sat back against the couch cushions with a look of deep offense. “I can sing too.”

“You can,” you answered casually.

The casualness bothered him immediately.

“But David Ruffin?” you sighed dreamily. “That voice is just…” You shook your head slowly. “Lord.”

Janet started laughing harder because she could already see where this was headed.

Michael stared at you for a second.

“…You got a crush on David Ruffin?”

Your eyes widened. “Since I was little.”

“Oh my God,” Janet whispered dramatically.

“He is fine,” you defended immediately. “And talented. Dangerous combination.”

Michael blinked slowly.

“Dangerous combination?”

“Mhm.”

“You never talked about me like that.”

Janet actually choked.

You looked over at him innocently. “You don’t sing like David Ruffin.”

Michael sat upright so fast it nearly made Janet scream laughing.

“What’s THAT supposed to mean?”

“It means exactly what I said.”

“You serious right now?”

You grinned, knowing exactly what you were doing now.

“I used to have posters of him in my room.”

Michael looked personally attacked.

“Posters?”

“Mhm.”

“How many?”

“Enough.”

Janet was fully laid across the carpet laughing at this point.

Michael tossed his notebook onto the couch beside him. “You ain’t never looked at me like that.”

“Oh please,” you said. “You used to eat glue in class.”

“That was ONE time.”

“And you cried because your frog died.”

“It was my frog.”

“And your mama had to come get you because you threw up after spinning too fast.”

Janet slapped the floor laughing.

Michael pointed at you accusingly. “Why you bringing up old stuff?”

“Because you’re acting jealous.”

“I am NOT jealous of David Ruffin.”

You raised an eyebrow slowly.

Michael crossed his arms.

“…Maybe a little.”

Janet made the loudest gasp in history.

“Oh she got you MAD.”

Michael ignored her completely, eyes still locked on you.

“You think he prettier than me?”

You burst out laughing instantly. “Michael!”

“I’m serious.”

“No, you are not.”

“I am.”

He looked dead serious too, which only made it funnier.

You leaned back against the couch, still smiling. “You’re literally comparing yourself to my childhood celebrity crush.”

“And losing apparently.”

“You are so dramatic.”

“You said his voice was dangerous.”

“It is.”

Michael sucked his teeth loudly.

Then, without warning, he stood up and walked toward the record player just as the song ended.

Janet watched suspiciously. “What you doing?”

Michael pulled the needle off the vinyl.

“You done?” Janet yelled.

“Mhm.”

“You’re evil.”

He ignored her complaints completely before turning toward you.

“You know what? Fine. Since you love him so much, go marry him.”

Your mouth dropped open laughing. “Michael!”

“I’m serious.”

“You sound ridiculous.”

“But you over here talking about ‘dangerous combination,’” he mocked. “‘Lordddd.’”

Janet nearly rolled off the carpet.

You stood up, still laughing, and walked over to him. “You jealous over a man that don’t even know I exist.”

“He know enough,” Michael muttered.

“What does that even mean?”

“He was singing to you too hard.”

You stared at him for two seconds before breaking into another laugh.

Michael tried to stay annoyed, but the second you grabbed his arm laughing against him, his expression cracked immediately.

That was the problem with you.

He could never stay irritated long.

Especially when you looked at him like that.

Janet watched the whole thing with narrowed eyes before groaning dramatically.

“Oh my GOD. Y’all are disgusting.”

Janet was still complaining under her breath when she shoved another record back into its sleeve.

“I can’t even enjoy music in peace around y’all,” she muttered dramatically. “Everything turn into flirting.”

“We are not flirting,” Michael Jackson said immediately.

You looked at him. “You literally got jealous of David Ruffin.”

“I did not get jealous.”

“You stopped the song.”

“Because it was overplayed.”

“It played once.”

Michael opened his mouth.

Then closed it again.

Janet pointed at him triumphantly. “Exactly.”

The room burst into laughter again while Michael rolled his eyes hard enough to make everybody laugh even more.

You dropped back down onto the carpet beside the coffee table, still smiling to yourself while Janet searched for another vinyl. Michael stayed standing for a second, watching you.

Still pouting a little.

Which honestly made this funnier.

“Y’know,” you started casually, “I used to think I was gonna marry him when I was younger.”

Michael froze.

Janet slowly turned around with the biggest grin imaginable.

“Ohhhh this about to get GOOD.”

Michael stared at you in disbelief. “Marry him?”

“I was like eight.”

“I don’t care if you was four.”

You laughed loudly. “You are ridiculous.”

“What else you used to fantasize about?”

Janet let out a scream.

“MICHAEL!”

“What?” he defended immediately. “I’m asking.”

“You are being messy!”

He ignored her completely, eyes still locked on you.

You leaned your chin into your palm innocently. “I thought me and David Ruffin was gonna live in a big house together.”

Michael folded his arms tighter.

“With kids?”

“Probably.”

“Oh nah.”

Janet was losing her mind.

“You know what,” Michael muttered, shaking his head, “I should’ve never came in this room.”

“You live here,” Janet reminded him.

“That makes it worse.”

You laughed again, and Michael hated how cute you sounded doing it.

Because now you were teasing him on purpose.

“You wanna know something else?” you asked.

“No.”

“When I was little, I kissed his album cover once.”

The silence afterward was deadly.

Janet’s jaw dropped so fast it almost looked painful.

Michael blinked.

Slowly.

“You WHAT?”

You were laughing too hard to answer immediately.

“IT WAS ONE TIME,” you defended. “I was a child!”

Michael looked genuinely betrayed.

“You kissed another man in my presence.”

“Oh my God,” Janet wheezed.

“He was cardboard!”

“That don’t make it better!”

You practically collapsed onto the carpet laughing while Michael paced a few steps dramatically through the living room.

“Nah, because this whole conversation got me upset now.”

Janet pointed at him again. “You like herrrrr.”

Michael whipped around instantly. “I do NOT.”

“You jealous over a childhood crush!”

“I’m not jealous.”

“You sound jealous.”

“I sound concerned.”

“Concerned?” you repeated through laughter.

“Yes. Extremely concerned.”

“For what?”

“For your taste in men.”

Your mouth dropped open.

“MY taste?”

“Yes.”

“You literally wore church shoes with bell bottoms last week.”

Janet SCREAMED.

Michael pointed at you in betrayal. “That outfit was clean!”

“No it wasn’t!”

“You said you liked it!”

“I lied!”

Janet fell against the couch crying laughing now while Michael looked genuinely wounded.

“You fake.”

“You were too confident. Somebody had to humble you.”

Michael stared at you for a long moment before muttering, “You still would’ve chose me over David Ruffin.”

The room went quieter for half a second.

Because the way he said it sounded… softer.

Less teasing.

Your smile faded just a little.

“Oh?” you said quietly.

Michael realized what he’d said and instantly looked away. “Whatever.”

Janet’s eyes widened immediately.

“Ohhhhh my GOD.”

“Janet—”

“No, no, no.” She pointed between both of you excitedly. “Something weird going on here.”

“There’s nothing weird going on,” Michael muttered.

“You just got possessive over her imaginary marriage from when she was eight.”

“She brought it up!”

“You asked questions!”

You tried hiding your smile as Michael rubbed his face in annoyance.

Then Janet suddenly got this evil look in her eyes.

“…Wait.”

Both of you looked at her cautiously.

She grinned.

“What celebrity crush did YOU have growing up, Michael?”

Michael immediately frowned. “None.”

“Liar.”

“None.”

“You are literally the biggest liar alive.”

He sat back down on the couch quickly. “I don’t know what you talking about.”

Janet gasped dramatically.

“Oh my GOD. Diana Ross.”

Michael choked instantly.

Your eyes widened.

Janet pointed aggressively. “I KNEW IT.”

Michael’s ears turned red almost immediately. “Be quiet.”

“Oh this is GOLD.”

You sat up straighter, grinning now. “Michael had a crush?”

“No I didn’t.”

“On Diana Ross?” you teased.

Michael looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

Janet was practically hyperventilating laughing.

“You used to follow her around like a lost puppy!” she yelled.

“I was a CHILD.”

“And now you mad at her for liking David Ruffin!” Janet pointed at you. “SEE? Karma.”

Michael buried his face in his hands while the entire room turned against him immediately.

“You followed her around?” you repeated, trying not to laugh.

“I was little.”

“You used to stare at her too,” Janet Jackson added helpfully. “Like this—”

Janet clasped her hands dramatically and batted her eyelashes so hard you nearly fell over laughing.

Michael looked horrified. “I did NOT look like that.”

“You absolutely did,” she said.

“You are a liar.”

“You wrote her a note one time too!”

Michael shot upright. “JANET.”

Your mouth dropped open. “A NOTE?”

Janet nodded aggressively. “Mhm. Talking about some ‘you smell very pretty.’”

The room exploded.

You were laughing so hard your stomach hurt while Michael looked one second away from leaving his own house.

“I was ELEVEN.”

“That makes it worse somehow,” you gasped.

Michael pointed at you immediately. “You kissed cardboard.”

“AND YOU WROTE LOVE LETTERS.”

“It was not a love letter!”

Janet was fully crying now.

“You drew hearts on it too!”

Michael lunged toward her. “Give me that record.”

She screamed and ran.

Suddenly the whole room turned chaotic.

Janet darted around the couch laughing hysterically while Michael chased after her threatening to expose all her embarrassing stories next. You were barely breathing from laughing so hard, clutching onto the arm of the couch while they argued through the house.

“You evil!” Michael yelled.

“You started hating on David Ruffin first!”

“CAUSE SHE WAS DOING TOO MUCH.”

“I was singing!” you shouted back.

“You was singing like you was in love!”

“Maybe I was!”

Michael stopped dead in the hallway.

The house went quiet for exactly one second.

Then you added casually—

“With David Ruffin.”

Janet screamed so loud somebody upstairs yelled for everybody to shut up.

Michael stared at you with the most offended expression imaginable before grabbing a couch pillow and launching it directly at your face.

You shrieked laughing as it hit you.

“Oh, it’s war now?”

“Yes.”

The next five minutes became complete nonsense.

Pillows flying everywhere.

Janet betraying everybody every thirty seconds.

Michael trying to defend himself while simultaneously attacking both of you.

At one point, you tried running toward the kitchen only for Michael to grab the back of your sweater.

“Get OFF me!”

“Apologize to me.”

“For WHAT?”

“For emotionally cheating on me with David Ruffin.”

You collapsed laughing again.

“MICHAEL.”

“You heard what I said.”

Janet appeared around the corner holding another pillow like a weapon.

“She don’t owe you NOTHING.”

“Stay out of this, Janet.”

“No.”

Michael sighed dramatically like he was exhausted from surviving betrayal.

Then his mother walked into the hallway.

Everybody froze instantly.

Katherine Jackson looked between the three of you, the pillows scattered everywhere, the record sleeves on the floor, and Michael still holding onto the back of your sweater.

Silence.

“…Why is my house sounding like a zoo?”

Nobody answered.

Then Janet pointed at Michael immediately.

“He jealous over David Ruffin.”

Katherine blinked once.

Then slowly looked at Michael.

Michael let go of your sweater immediately. “That is NOT what happened.”

Katherine hummed knowingly.

“Mhm.”

You bit your lip trying not to laugh.

Michael looked betrayed all over again.

“Why everybody acting against me today?”

[ang3lf4c3-d0llh34rt]

Girlhood is trying to figure out which fictional man you wanna read a fic abt before bed

[morningstar-chronicles]

me, finally hyperfixating on a character i didn't make up: hell yeah! lemme go look for fanfics!

*there are three fanfics*

me:

[lovelydisc]

To all the heroes who write in like abandoned fandoms, you are my fave people ever. Please never stop writing!!! I love it all!! I’m just genuinely awful at writing in comment sections, but know that I love yall!!!

[alpinebarnesworld]

[flow33didontsmoke]

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

[ericshoney]

Got your back ~ Peter Parker

Summary: During the fight between team Iron Man and team Captain America, you get injured in a cross fire, but Peter is quick to help you even if you are on "opposite" teams.

Warnings: Possible swearing, fighting, blood, injuries, crying.

Reader's age: 16

The wind whipped my hair as I landed, the metallic tang of jet fuel sharp in the air. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the roar of engines and the sickeningly familiar thud of super-powered impacts. I was sixteen, barely out of high school, and here I was, standing on an airport tarmac, about to enter a fight between heroes. My heroes.

The air crackled with energy, a symphony of escalating destruction. War Machine’s repulsor blasts streaked through the sky, met by Hawkeye’s unerring arrows. Cap shouted orders, his voice carrying surprising clarity above the din. My allegiance was with him – with individual choice, with the notion that power shouldn't be entirely dictated by a government body. The Accords felt… wrong. An iron fist cloaked in bureaucracy.

My own power, the ability to manipulate kinetic energy, felt both exhilarating and terrifying in this environment. I could absorb impacts, redirect force, even generate small concussive bursts. It was a reflex now, a part of me, but this wasn't a sparring match. This was war.

"Y/n! Keep behind us!" Falcon's warning echoed as he zipped past, drawing fire from Vision. I ducked, feeling the heat wash over me as a vibrant green beam of energy seared the ground where I'd stood moments before. My instincts screamed at me to run, but my resolve solidified. I had to help.

I focused, absorbing the raw force of a falling crate that had been tossed aside like a toy by Giant-Man, then channelling it, pushing it away, sending it skidding harmlessly across the tarmac. This was different to anything I'd done before. The sheer scale, the uncontrolled power, it was intoxicating and terrifying all at once.

I saw him then – Spider-Man, a blur of red and blue, zipping around, talking a mile a minute. He was on Tony Stark's side, a kid like me, but already so far out of his depth. I briefly wondered if he was as scared as I was. Then, a blast from War Machine sent me stumbling, and I had to put my full concentration into maintaining a low-level kinetic shield around myself, deflecting the minor debris that rained down around me.

The fight churned into a dizzying kaleidoscope of motion. Giant-Man was roaring, taking on Iron Man and War Machine, while Spiderman zipped between their legs. Hawkeye was launching a barrage of trick arrows, one exploding near Black Panther, who seemed to be everywhere at once. I tried to create a diversion, sending a focused burst of kinetic energy towards a stack of abandoned luggage carts, hoping the distraction would draw attention away from Bucky and Cap, who were grappling with Black Panther.

It worked, for a split second. Then, something went wrong. A stray repulsor blast, meant for someone else, grazed a nearby fuel tank. The resulting explosion wasn't massive, but it was enough. The concussion wave hit me like a physical punch, forcing a gasp from my lungs. I felt my kinetic shield shatter, the protective energy dissipating into nothingness.

Before I could react, something hard and jagged – a piece of metal from the exploded tank, or perhaps a broken piece of tarmac – slammed into my left leg, just above the knee.

A white-hot agony flared through me, so intense it stole my breath. I stumbled, my leg giving out from under me as if it were made of jelly. The world tilted violently. I hit the ground hard, a choked noise escaping my lips. My vision swam, the cacophony of battle fading into a muffled roar, replaced by the ringing in my ears. Blood bloomed rapidly on my jeans, a dark stain against the dusty asphalt. I tried to push myself up, tried to re-engage my powers, but the pain was blinding, debilitating. I was useless. A sitting duck.

"Whoa! Are you okay?!" A voice, high-pitched and laced with concern, cut through my daze. A red and blue blur landed beside me. Spider-Man.

He knelt, his masked face turning to my leg. "Oh, man, that looks bad. Really bad. Like, 'call an ambulance and maybe a really good tailor' bad." Despite the gravity, his voice still held that nervous energy.

"I… I can't," I gasped, pain making my voice raw. "My leg…"

He didn't hesitate. "Alright, alright, deep breaths. This isn't good. You're out in the open. Tony's gonna kill me if I let you get squished. Or Cap. I don't know who's in charge of squishing." He rambled, but his hands were surprisingly gentle as he checked the wound. His gloved fingers were careful, not pressing too hard against the swelling.

"We gotta get you out of here," he decided, looking quickly around. "Hold on tight. This might be a little bumpy."

Before I could protest, he scooped me up, surprisingly strong for his slender frame. He held me carefully, almost tenderly, even as the battle raged around us; a torrent of power and light that flickered across his suit. My head lolled against his shoulder, the world spinning in nauseating circles.

He moved with incredible speed, not a web-slinging dash, not yet, but a frantic, bounding sprint, weaving expertly between stray blasts and giant fists. He muttered to himself, "Okay, okay, just past that crate. No, wait, Vision just blasted that crate. Uh oh. New plan. Big plane! Yes! Safety!"

He deposited me behind the landing gear of a colossal cargo plane, its cold metal surprisingly comforting against my back. "Stay here," he instructed, his voice serious now, all the earlier jitters gone. "Try not to move it. I'm gonna... I'm gonna see if I can find someone. Or, you know, just get this over with." He pulled off one of his web shooters, attaching it to the plane's strut near my head. "If anyone comes near you, just, uh, press this. It’ll make a really loud noise. Or shoot a web. I haven't quite figured that out yet."

He was on the opposite team. He was supposed to be my ‘enemy’ in this absurd, tragic conflict. But he hadn't hesitated. He hadn't asked questions. He had just seen someone in pain, someone in danger, and acted.

"Wait," I managed, gripping his costume, "Why did you…?"

He looked back at me, removing his mask, letting me see his face, "Because it's the right thing to do," he said, simply. "Doesn't matter what team you're on when someone's hurt."

He then went to leave, but stopped, "No matter how this fight turns out, remember one thing." He said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"I've got your back." He answered.

And then he was gone, a red and blue streak disappearing back into the chaos, leaving me alone with the throbbing pain in my leg and the unexpected warmth spreading through my chest.

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Dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws

[itzzkaylaaa]

[davey-the-brains]

absolute cinema

[lzr007]

this part in newsies goes insanely too hard like i love the way jack puts his hands up likes he’s about to brawl with someone, the way kid blink is full ecstatic and just yes yes i love this part a lot 😭😭

[avengethedonuts]

Racetrack x fem!reader

Hi guys! 😁🫶

So this is my very first time, that I post something on Tumblr, other than reposting. And this is also my very first fanfic so... I hope it's not too bad and you like it! ☺️🫣

Also english isn't my mother tongue, so please have mercy on me and I apologize for any grammar mistakes! 🙏

Pairing: Racetrack Higgings x fem!reader (as you can see in the title 😅)

Summary: You we're supposed to stay at Meddas, but it didn't go as planned.

Warnings: metioning of wounds and beating.

(GIFs not mine!)

The Loging House was oddly quiet as she entered it. But that was probably because it was 2 in the morning and where a few hours left before everyone woke up.

She made her way upstairs as quietly as she could, she didnt want to wake the others newsies up but there was a certain newsies who was already awake before she entered the house. So hearing someone enter the Logde, he quickly made his way out of bed, concerned that somebody might have broken in, which technically wouldn't make much sense, considering that Newsies didn't have much money. So as he made his way out of the room, he was very surprised finding a startled (Y/N) outside the door of the sleeping chamber.

"(Y/N), what are you doing here?"

"Racetrack- oh im so sorry, did I wake you up?" She whispered.

"Its fine, I was already up. Couldnt sleep. I thought you were staying at Meddas?" He asked tiredly. Only then did Race get a good look on her face. And he was everything but happy with what he saw.

"(Y/N), what happened to your face?" He exclaimed worriedly as he stepped forward and cupped her face to get a better look at it, but that only made her wince and quickly step away.

"Please be quiet Race, your gonna wake up the others!" She hissed and put a hand over his mouth, looking at him pleadingly.

He looked at her concerned and angry and removed her hand from his face, in the process grabing it and leading her downstairs again, towards the small living room, where they kept the first aid kit. He pointed at a small couch and as she sat down, he grabbed the kit and placed the things he needed on the table.

There was absolute silence while he began to clean and treat the wounds. (Y/N) didnt dare to speak, afraid of an outburst and Race wanted to concentrate on the treatment before questioning her.

Normaly Racetrack wasnt the responsible and serious kind of guy, but when it came to his Family he was very protective and determined.

"(Y/N) who did this to you, and why aren't you at Meddas?" he asked after he was finished and took a seat next to her. His voice was full of concern as he tried to remain calm and not shake her shoulders until he got a name or a describtion, so he could storm out of the house to give this bastard an unforgetable soakin.

"I was-..." She started, looking shamefuly on the ground, but couldn't finish the sentence because tears started to form in her eyes and threatend to spill.

"Hey look at me" Race said softly, gently grapping her chin and turning her head so she had to look at him. His heart broke at the sight of her red eyes and anxious look. "I promise I wont yell at you and I wont storm off to find the guy to did this to you." Which was only a half lie, because he obliviously was going after him in the morning, when the others where awake. She took a deep breath and looked at the floor again.

"Well today it as harder than usual to sell papes and when I finished it was already dark." She began with a shaky voice.

"I quickly got a few things from here and made my way to Meddas but when I got there someone informed me that she wasn't there tonight because she got invited to another show in Queens and stayed there for the night. It was already midnight by then and when I made my way back the Loging House, some creepy guys started to follow me. I tried to shake them of but they were too fast and eventually they catched up with me and dragged me into an alley." She noticed the way Races face went from a worried to a furious look, but contiued anyway.

"They tried to secude me to get me into bed with them but I resisted as much as I could and even punched one of them in the face and after they realised that it wasnt going anywhere, they just started kicking and punching until they lost interest and ran away. After I was sure they were gone i made my way here." she finished with a sob, unable to hold back her tears anymore.

Seeing this, Race quickly pulled her into a hug and rested his chin on her head. "Shh, its alright. They wont gonna hurt you again doll, I swear." He began to whisper sweet nothings in her ear as she cried into his chest.

When her crying quietend down, she slowly pulled away from him. "Im sorry for ruining your T-Shirt" she sniffled.

"You dont have to be sorry for anything, darling. Plus, I had to wash this shirt anyway, so don't worry." He anwsered. "And if anyone has to be sorry it's me. I shouldn't have let you walk alone to Medda and I swear to God that I'm never letting you walk alone again, and I'm really sorry."

"Its not your fault, Race. I should have paid more attention or should have staid here in the first place." She said, looking him deep in the eyes.

"But you and the others are the only family I have and I should've protected you" He sighed and before she could anwser they heard the gong of the big pendlum clock in the corner, reminding them that it was 3 o'clock in the morning and in a few hours, they had to get ready for selling newspapers again.

"I think we should get to bed and try to get a few hours of good sleep before the others start to wake up" Race said and stood up. (Y/N) followed his action and they made their way to the bed chambers again. Before they entered (Y/N) stopped and faced Race.

"I'm not usually the type to ask this and haven't asked this anyone before, but could we maybe sleep together? Like not sleep together but maybe stay in the same bed? I dont know if i can sleep alone, based on the past events that happened, but if you dont want to, its totaly fine, I wont mind and would totaly understand if you don't want to! Gosh, this is so akward im really sorry-" she began to ramble but Race quickly cut her off.

"I wouldnt mind."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I was gonna ask the same thing but i wanted you to have your privacy!" he smiled and akwardly scratched his neck.

"Thank you so much Race!" she smiled in relief and pulled him into a quick hug.

"No problem"

They finally entered the room where they were met with a dozen of snoring newsies. Walking to the bathroom, (Y/N) quickly got changed and when she walked into the sleeping chamber again, Race was already sitting on her bed. She made her way to Race as quiet as possible and sat beside him. "Sooo... should we lay down?" He asked.

"Oh yeah, of course" she blushed and lifted the blanket so they could both crawl underneath it. They had to squeeze a little, the bed itself was barely big enough for one person, but that only made it more comfortable.

"Thank you for staying with me" (Y/N) whispered, facing him. "Anything for you, doll" Race said in a quiet voice and rested a hand on her waist which made her blush but was also comforting. His heart warmed when (Y/N) snuggled into him, face pressed into his chest and soon he could hear soft snores coming from her. He decided to also get some rest, after all he had to soak those Bastards tomorrow. So he closed his eyes and slowly drifted of to sleep.

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I hope you enjoyed it! 😊

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

When Everything Went Wrong

Pairings: Anakin & padawan!reader, Obi-Wan & Anakin’s!padawan!reader (all platonic)

Imagine: Anakin losing his second padawan, and it’s his own fault

Warnings: possessive Anakin?, Anakin overall?, force choking, the word of unaliving yourself is mentioned once, Obi-Wan kinda being a better dad to you than Anakin, idk what else

A/N set sometime after Ahsoka left

I actually don’t remember fully what this one is about, it’s been laying in my drafts finished for like forever so decided to just post it while I finish some other fics

around 1800 words

Cold metal hand, fleeting glares, snide comments. Your bond with Anakin started painfully slow. Maybe it was the grief that lingered in his heart that made him so distant, or maybe it was the anger you could feel rolling off him, the anger at the council he blamed for its wrong doings. You should have seen it sooner, as everyone else should have. But you never see it coming until it hits you right in the face. You’d heard victims of families say they never saw the signs. Didn’t see what the person that did a horrendous act in the future was capable of. Neither do you, or Obi-Wan, Padme or the council. Most of them saw a sad boy lost in emotions that consumed him.

Not you. You saw him. The man who’d been taken from his mother, the one who’d been told was the one to uphold the peace. You saw the way he felt his emotions, the way his hand gripped around the throats of those he loved, possessive, loving but frightened. He was scared. And maybe that’s why he distanced himself from you. He didn’t like the way you looked at him, really looked at him, you shouldn’t off. You were just a kid but still you saw past what most people couldn’t.

Or maybe it was because he’d just lost his padawan. She’d left him. But he didn’t hold any anger against her. He knew why she left, he understood and it’d been her decision. And despite the pain that filled him over it and the way his heart cracked a bit more since his mothers death he didn’t stop her. He didn’t blame her, he just let her go. Maybe there was hope for him yet. Maybe it could have been. Or maybe there never was.

Slowly the metal hand he placed on your shoulder to direct you along towards a meeting turned into his human hand, warm and soft against the fabric of your Jedi robes, gentler. Slowly the glare in his eyes softened into tiny specs of care. Harsh words turned into scoldings of worry. The silence filled with teasing comments, nicknames were made. He’d sit you down and teach you how to repair things. Teach you how to fly… or more so fly as if suicide was on the edge of the ship.

He started to care. He’d spend long nights talking to Padme about it. Nuzzled up to her, hand protectively on her stomach. Padme despite not yet having met you felt as if she had. She’d heard enough to know you reminded her of Ahsoka. To know you reminded Anakin of Ahsoka. She was the one to convince him to give you a chance, maybe with a bit of a side comment from obi-wan too.

You became close. Whether he was like a father, brother or just a very close friend, it didn’t matter what you were, you could trust him and him you. And you knew he cared. He cares so blatantly obvious, he could just as well have written it with blue paint on his forehead.

It was starting to look up, not only for you but for Anakin.

Until you almost died.

You weren’t Ahsoka, you were younger, hadn’t been trained, didn't have her experience, but you’d fought extremely well against dooku for being a freshly new padawan. But it wasn’t enough, or maybe it was, you were still alive after all.

The beeps of the monitors filled the otherwise silent room. Your heart rate normal as Anakin stared at it. He didn’t wanna lose you too, he couldn’t. In ignoring you he’d set you out for a fate worse than death. He hadn’t actually started to train you until about a month ago, you basically knew the basics and not much else, which Dooku himself had once learnt when he’d been on their side.

You weren’t Ahsoka and that was the problem.

Ahsoka had exceeded all expectations, you? You didn’t… yet.

Anakin didn’t feel right when the doctor congratulated him on training his padawan well, Obi-Wan deserved it not him. While he’d distanced himself, his padawan, you, had gone to Obi-Wan, the clones, they’d help you train. Obi-Wan had helped you sift through your emotions, meditate, let go of the pain Anakin caused you. The 501 tended to distract you somehow, whether fives made funny jokes or if they allowed you to paint the piece of armor on your uniform that they insisted you get for protection, blue like theirs. They took you in with open arms cause they themselves knew what it felt like to not be included. Despite them being sad over Ahsoka they greeted you the way Anakin should have done. Rex even went out of line and talked to Anakin about it. Earning his probably first disapproving glare from the Jedi Knight.

Rex had told Cody, who told Obi-Wan who later found you hiding in the barracks behind big crates. He didn’t have to see you to know you were crying. The force bled so strongly of your sadness, like a cloud of smoke was forming around you. He’d held you that day, probably like he should have back then when Anakin was young, but he’d been young too, and despite it all he had done his best with little Anakin. He knew better now. And maybe that hurt Anakin too, how Obi-Wan took better care of you than he had him. It should have been him who hugged you, Obi-Wan would have never found you like that if he’d just let go of the fact that you were not Ahsoka and be okay with that. Obi-Wan had started to train you then, it wasn’t a secret, you’d go to him ask for help and he’d help like Anakin didn’t do.

Anakin was to blame, while Obi-Wan was to praise.

He stared at your resting face. You looked so peaceful as if he didn’t hurt you with his presence. As if your force didn’t bleed every time he was near. As if Dooku hadn’t almost killed you. Anakin knew casualties happened, injuries both physical and mental stuck with you like an irritating thorn in your foot. And it bled out of you like a glowing warning sign in the dark. Despite how you’d both just recently started to form a bond, despite the glares he’d give you having turned into smiles, you were still that kid he’d hurt. He could feel the way your force always shifted around him. Protecting you from him, he didn’t know if you did it on purpose or if the force did it on its own. Either way he woved that day to break it, to make up for the way he’d made cracks in your heart like his very own heart had. And he did if only just for a moment.

Because the thing is, he scared you. After the accident his once warm hand became firmer. He’d hold onto your shoulder as if you were about to disappear. Training became harsher until your knees buckled out and you fell to the ground exhausted. Obi-Wan instead of help for training became a break, a warm comfort from the way Anakin’s force wrapped itself around you, possessive care and protectiveness mixed into a cloud that made headaches form. You felt as if you were drowning around him, and maybe you were. He let the way he failed to protect you consume him until it was the only thing that mattered in his mind. He loved in an obsessive way, possessive but caring nonetheless.

There were good days. Days where Anakin’s force signature didn’t suffocate you. But they were always too short and it never lingered longer than a day. It became rarer and rarer until they were nonexistent. He started to bench you. “You aren’t ready”, “you need more training”, “don’t you remember what happened last time”

It wasn’t unknown to Obi-Wan that he’d find you far more often hyperventilating over Anakin. You were scared and it consumed you from head to toe, and Obi-Wan always tried his best to quench your fears, but there was only so much comfort he could give. He’d noticed it too, he wasn’t dumb, he’d tried to talk to Anakin, but it made no difference.

Anakin’s realization came all too late.

It was one of Anakin’s many downfalls as he tapped into the darkness of the force that lingered in him like a humming angry whisper, that spewed its hateful voice into his ears. Corrupting his heart with poison. As its claws speared ugly holes for the chains of hatred, fear and anger to fester.

You’d scrambled backwards, eyes wide as you collided with something, or rather someone behind you. Still your eyes stayed glued onto Anakin. Fear etched itself into you, like beskar chains hooking into you. His arm was outstretched as his hand slowly closed into a fist, the force choking Dooku, as he clutched at the invisible force on his throat.

“Anakin” you felt a warm hand help you up, the force around the person comforting. Obi-Wan. His eyes stared at Anakin with concern. The force bled with hatred, fear and something closer to possessiveness than anything else, the feelings poured out of Anakin, tugging at your force bond in a cloud of rage. Loud and painful.

“Anakin” both his arms rested on your shoulders keeping you in place while he tried his best to encircle you in the comfort of his own force, it had worked before, at times where you’d let anxiety and worry overtake you when Anakin was in trouble.

However, right now, Anakin wasn’t in trouble, he had full control of the situation and that scared you more than anything. And that was way worse.

“Anakin” His voice hardened, grew louder as Anakin finally turned to him. A flicker of anger filled his eyes that looked almost orange in hue. Red bolts striking to his pupil as his eyes darkened at Obi-Wan. The words that followed Obi-Wan’s lips next going unheard by him. His gaze fell to you. Brows furrowing as he watched you avert your gaze from him. Tugging at your force bond he froze, you were scared. The fear was rooted deep into your force, your barriers shielding you, as you refused to answer Anakin’s tug on the force. His grip on the force that was choking Dooku faltered. You were scared of him. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He was your master, guardian, he shouldn’t make you scared.

As soon as Dooku fell back to the floor, Anakin reached out to you. He stopped, hesitating. You’d turned, facing away from him. Burying your head into Obi-Wan, who engulfed you in a comforting embrace. His force, trying its best to quell your fears.

And in doing so Anakin’s hand dropped and he stared helplessly as his padawan went for his old master for comfort. He didn’t even turn to stop Dooku’s escape or hear Obi-Wan’s words. He’d lost you, and it was his own doing.

[fan-imagines]

Eddie Kramer~Good Lifeguard

MASTERLIST

Eddie Kramer x NeutralReader

Synopsis - You are a lifeguard on the same tower as Eddie. You see someone drowning and go to rescue. The man is not drowning, and he tries to drown you.

Word Count - 1,4k+

** Warnings ** mentions and attempted drowning

a.n. so sorry that this is once again so late in the week. It’s also a super random imagine. I have worked everyday this week, and been busy. I’m going out of town this coming week, so hopefully i’ll have time to write more. Thank you for reading!

I pull up my bathing suit as I close my locker. I walk around the corner to leave the locker room and down the stairs. I pass a few lifeguards, and I greet them as I do. Mitch put me on tower eighteen with Eddie.  

‘’Hey Y/n. You ready to go?’’ Eddie asks me, holding his lifeguard can. I nod and grab mine as well.  

‘’Let’s go.’’ He nods back and we walk to the tower.  

‘’We’re going to be busy today. Mitch said to take patrols as much as we can.’’  

‘’I can take patrols, if you want to watch from the tower.’’ I tell him.

‘’Sure.’’  

We continue walking until we reach the tower. I hang my can on the hook and unlock the door to the tower. I pull out the chair and set it on the porch-like area. People start to come on to the beach, almost fifty people in the span of ten minutes. Eddie sits in the chair and leans against the wall with it. He looks at me, but quickly looks away. I don’t know what’s been going on with him. He cuts off conversations we’re having. He gives me quick moves. I don’t know what’s going on, and I don’t know how to fix it.  

‘’I’m going to, uh, take a patrol.’’ I tell him.  

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