#And why did i take the muscle relaxers out of my bag. fuck. 😭

[shadowkira]

Me at my stomach and back right now:

[ryngzmn]

playing doctor!

PAIRING: Dean Winchester x reader

SUMMARY: After Dean gets hurts on a hunt, you offer to help.

A/N: this is based off a bot I made recently except it was with my spn oc, at first I was debating if I make the pairing oc x reader but then I thought that I should js make it dean x reader ! :)

WORD COUNT: 586 (why are all my works so short LMFAOOO)

WARNINGS: uhh cursing, most likely bad descriptions of medical items and their uses (yes that needs to be a warning bc I have no idea how patching someone up works😭😭)

After almost getting killed by a banshee on a hunt, Dean had acquired some wounds that he insisted on doing himself.

And after hearing him grunt in pain and mutter a profanity under his breath for the umpteenth time, you got up from the shitty motel couch and walked over.

Sitting down, you have quickly snatched whatever supplies he was using.

… which was alcohol, gauze, and some bandages.

“Hey- I can do this shit by myself,” Dean complained as soon as you stole his self-assigned job from him.

“With your slow progress and profanity, I’d beg to differ.” You quipped, to which Dean rolled his eyes and grumbled another complaint under his breath.

You took the time to carefully examine the wound, your fingertips grazing the taut muscles near the wound, luckily it wouldn’t need stitches, not that you had supplies for that.

You grabbed the alcohol and tried your best to gently pour it over the wound, which didn’t really work since Dean groaned.

“Damn, be more careful over there!” He hissed through his teeth, shooting a glare your way. He knuckled the bed sheets beneath him to try and keep himself from making too much noise.

You sighed and pulled the bottle away, turning to grab some gauze. Just as you were about to press it on Dean’s abdomen, you paused.

“This’ll probably hurt. Just a fair warning..” You murmured, not wanting Dean to push you away and claim you were ‘being too rough’ and go back to painfully doing it himself.

The only reply that came from Dean was a grunt, most likely preparing himself for the stinging sensation he was about to feel.

You shifted the gauze in your grip and firmly pressed it against the wound, Dean inhaled sharply and a low ‘fuck’ came from his lips.

You muttered an apology under your breath at hearing the curse word.

Once that was securely on there, you grabbed the bandages with one hand, your other still pressed against the gauze pad for safe measure.

you brought the bandages to your other hand, your index and middle finger reaching out and pulling it apart so you could start wrapping it around the wound.

Dean didn’t make much noise while you worked on covering up his abdomen with the bandage, mainly because the worst and most painful part was over.

“Finally,” Dean practically sighed, falling back against the bed with a soft thump once you cut away the bandage.

You laughed quietly, getting up from the bed and putting the gauze and bandages in the duffle bags that were by the small circle table by the door.

The only thing you didn’t put away was the alcohol, knowing Dean would definitely want to drink a bit either later tonight or sometime in the morning before you two left.

Sneaking a glance back in his direction, Dean was just staring up at the ceiling, eyes closed.

He looked so.. relaxed, which was a surprise considering the life you guys led. Hunters didn’t really get much time to relax in between hunts.

But when you guys did have time to relax, you made sure to take it for granted when the change arose, you made sure to take it.

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[skmhlml]

‘In the Line of Duty’ (series)

Military masked man x Fem!Reader(Rookie) Pt. 1

Word count: 1079 😭 (might do a whattpad)

You were fresh out of high school and did all you could to get into whatever dream of independence you had... which someone turned into a midnight bar drunken breakdown. You realized you had no fucking idea what you were doing with your life. The morning after, the weight of your choices hit you like a ton of bricks, and a wave of panic set in. Desperate to find some direction and stability, you impulsively walked into a recruitment office and signed up for the military. It seemed like the only viable option at the time, offering a sense of purpose and a steady paycheck.

As soon as you got home, you had another breakdown realizing what you had done. Out of all of them, why the Marines? No offense to them but the amount of blood that would be on your hands in the near future makes you want to cry and puke. Sure you could just quit but you didn't wanna seem too much of a pussy.

By the day you had to be sent to basic training, you thought to yourself that you had no choice. You were committed to it, and you were determined to make the best of it. You took a deep breath and hopped onto the bus. Nothing but yelling from the time you got on and when you got off.

You felt your heart sink as the reality of the situation set in. You knew you had to make the best of it, but you had no idea how. A recruit walking with me. Didn’t look older than 20, bright and fresh out of a failed semester of college…

Brown hair, brown eyes, skinny, about 5,6

“You ready for 13 weeks of hell?” He said with a laugh

“I’m gonna fucking die.” You swear you have a grey hair or two

“Ah- you didn’t do your research, did you?” He snickered.

You take a deep breath and try to relax. You realize he was joking, and you smile back. “I was drunk the day after I signed up for the Marines” you muttered

He laughed and slapped your back, “It's ok, I was too.” You both laughed and went on with your day. “I thought my parents were gonna kill me when I failed college.”

“This base has a lot of donations so from what I heard we get a dorm with three other people instead of getting sick and a big ass barrack room.” He nudged your shoulder

Before you could respond you all are brought inside to empty your bag of any personal stuff you thought you would need, but, there was barely anything you brought you needed, you got your ass chewed out a lot for the stuff, but a good idea to bring face stuff…

After you got your uniform and blah, blah, blah, dorms…blah, blah, blah. The first phase was physical training m, no fun outing limits but at least you weren't the fake orange blondes who ended up in the ER after trying to show off by not pacing themselves during a two-mile run.

By the end of the day, you were ready to fall asleep for a whole day, which wasn't the case because it turns out you get less sleep here than in college. The aching in your muscles wasn't any better

One thing you didn’t complain about i how your uniform seem to hug you in all the right places. So much for being a Vitoria secret model, you were serving the country with ass, tits, and waist.

There was a change up one day in workouts, it wasn't your drill instructor, she had to go out for a family emergency and the other had gotten a new batch of rookies so they had their hands full.

He was tall, tall, like Russian tirmanator from the movies. 6,7, bear built, very muscular, like if he squeezed you with his hands your body would shatter, his skin wasn't pale but wasn't very tan either, he has icey cold grey eyes, no blue…not green. Grey. Maybe even silver. He wore a camo balaclava only showing his eyebrows and eyes, from the look of his brows he had dark brown hair underneath the mask. He had the normal pt gear of drill sergeants but from the look of his rank, he was much higher than any sergeant.

The new person in charge was strict and made you work harder than anyone else. You had to work through the drills without stopping and your only option was to keep going until you were done. It was a difficult day but you got through it.

But you couldn't lie when he yelled or did workouts you got wetter than reading smut off an illegal site.

The higher-ups had agreed to keep him working as our PT instructor so we wouldn’t slack.

But by the end of the second week he had disappeared, rumored that his wife cheated with an Air Force twink, a pretty nasty divorce. They said it might take more than two years to go through court.

You were standing in formation with the others as the lady drill instructor just got off the phones, looking at all of us she points at you.

“Cadet (last name), you may fall out of formation. I need you to take these papers down to First Lieutenant Lewandowski.” She handed you the papers and you went on your way

You saluted the officer and made your way to his office. Opening the door you find your old drill Instructor, no ring on his finger but still the same terrifying build, at least he didn’t give up on self-care after the divorce.

He was sitting in front of the computer, rubbing his eyes with a stressed and distraught face. You placed the papers down softly so as to not make anything worse on him. You want to ask how he is but you were only a rookie who didn’t even know the dudes First name.

But he seemed to sense it as he looked down at the papers and back to you, a stare that would make Satan curl up in a ball. “I do not mind if you ask. It would be deeply appreciated.”

You nodded with hesitation “Are you okay? Uhm… Lutienetate” You both knew the answer

“First Lutienate,” he said with a deep but soft tone

“Frist Lutienate…” you whispered

“Sit down.”

“Yes sir.”