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morkleemelon · 4 years ago

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off the ice || chapter 4: don’t look back

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pairing: college hockey player! mark x fem. college figure skater! reader

genre: fluff, sports au, college au

word count: 6.5k

warnings: blood, mention of surgery, description of injuries, swearing, financial struggle

author’s note: huge thanks again to my beta readers @writing-frog and @skiimmiilk for being a great help to making this story better! the slow burn fire is finally burning in this chapter and I’m so excited :) if you haven’t been listening already, I highly recommend the playlist for this chapter! enjoy~

“What do you mean ‘it’s fine’?,” you sobbed, gripping the side of her hospital bed. You wanted to give your best friend a hug, but you didn’t want to risk hurting her more. Yuna’s right leg was pinned into an apparatus, the intricate metal carefully holding together the broken bones, her usual perfect skin marred by scratches of red and patches of blue.

“I mean what I said”. Even with a sore voice and her current situation, Yuna managed to speak with dignity.

“And Ms. Kim is right,” the doctor agreed, jotting down a prescription on her clipboard, “the surgeries went well and she is in stable condition. The good news is that with proper rest and physical therapy, she will be able to walk again. Now, it’s my duty to be honest with you. You said you’re a figure skater?”.

“Yes”. Yuna uncurled her fingers, inviting you to hold her hand. You accepted it, bracing both of you for the bad news. Ten sat at the other side of the bed pressing her other hand to his lips.

“While we cannot rule out the possibility, the likelihood of you being able to skate again is very low. Especially for the next few years”.

Yuna’s tough façade started to crumble at the shocking reality and her lips trembled as she choked back tears. You pressed your forehead to her hand as you hid your own tears from her.

“God damn it!”. Ten yelled, getting up and kicking away the stool he was sitting on. The loud bang was followed by the sound of quiet weeping. “I shouldn’t have let you out of my sight. I shouldn’t have told you to go to the car first. None of this should’ve happened, god damn it”. The older boy cried into his palms as he placed the blame on himself.

“Please settle down and refrain from disturbing the patient,” the doctor warned, “but we would like to talk to you about the details of the accident, Ms. Kim, now that you’re awake and stable”.

Yuna nodded, a few tears escaping and rolling down her scraped-up cheeks.

“Your right leg is broken in three places upon impact with the vehicle: two in the femur and one major area in the tibia. You then sustained minor external injury as you fell to the pavement, scraping your arms and face. We will run additional tests later on to determine if you also have a concussion. If you can remember any details of how this accident happened, please describe them to me and we can notify the police to help find the suspect”, the doctor continued.

“I,” Yuna cleared her throat, “I was at a party last night and I had a bit to drink. We stayed pretty late and Ten is close with the host, so we just decided to sleep over. Then this morning, I woke up early and I wanted to go on a drive to clear my head. Ten had to get something so I left the house first. I- I checked both ways before I crossed the street to his car, but before I knew it… it came out of nowhere and I was on the ground. I don’t… I can’t remember anything about it. The next thing I remember was being in the ambulance with Ten”.

“I heard the whole thing happen,” Ten added softly, “I was inside the house at the time and I heard the screeching tires and Yuna screamed. By the time I ran outside, the car was gone and Yuna was bleeding on the ground”. He closed his eyes and clenched his fist. “All I could do was call an ambulance. I- I didn’t see the car or the bastard driving it. All I could do was sit with her in the street while we waited. She wasn’t waking up and all I could do was sit with her. I couldn’t even move her because I was afraid it would make it worse and she was bleeding everywhere. All I could do was sit there”.

Tears stream down your face as you listen to Ten break down. The normally bright and optimistic man now had his face in his hands, hiccupping uncontrollably at the thought of how close he came to losing the love of his life.

“Hey,” Yuna groaned, struggling to keep her own voice steady, “baby, I’m okay. When we met, you were hurt and struggling, but you got through it because we were together. We’re still together and we can get through this too”. She touched her fingers through his hair gently.

“Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Kim, and both of your friends. The police are currently asking for witnesses for your hit-and-run case and will update you with any findings. These are your prescriptions”, the doctor slid the piece of paper onto the counter, “the nurse will come find you later to talk about your treatment. For now, I’ll leave you all alone”.

The room fell silent, only interrupted by the occasional sniffle as the doctor shut the door behind her.

“Hey y/n?”. Yuna turned her head gingerly to you.

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry I can’t do the competition with you now. I promised I would but…”

“Don’t even… how could you worry about that right now?”, you sobbed, “don’t you worry about it, Yuna, the competition doesn’t matter at all. I’m just glad you’re okay right now. You should focus on getting better, not worry about me of all things”.

“Y/n is right,” Ten agreed, “you were there for me when I got hurt. And when I thought there was no way out, you held my hand and pulled me up from the darkness. Doctor says you have a good chance of walking, so let’s get you there first. Then we’ll work on beating the odds and getting you back on the ice again”.

“You guys…” Yuna smiled slightly, careful not to strain her bruised jaw.

“I’ll come visit you as much as I can,” you promised, “I can bring my sleeping bag, clothes, and a jar of peanut butter. We can just be roommates here instead. There’s free AC and disney band aids too, it’ll be great”. Your attempt to lighten the mood was well received as the couple chuckles together.

“By the way, I called your parents while you were in surgery and they’re on their way over now. They should actually be here soon,” Ten noted.

“I’ll leave you guys then,” you offered. There was a two visitor limit and you didn’t want to intrude on Ten and Yuna’s chance to have some private time before her parents bombarded her with concern. Not to mention Mark has been sitting in the waiting room for a few hours now and you wanted to be respectful of his time too.

Offering your last words of support to Yuna, you shut the door quietly behind you. Dabbing at your watery eyes with the edge of your sleeve, you attempt to fix your run-off makeup using your phone camera. Everything felt kind of numb. The events of the last 24 hours were surreal and staying up the whole night with Mark certainly did not help as the tiredness was catching up to you. Concern, upset, worry, and frustration formed a thick cloud in your thoughts. Your brain was like a jammed printer and the thoughts were not processing. You were in shock to say the least.

You shuffle your way down the hall to the waiting area and look for Mark’s familiar blonde hair. You spot him fast asleep in his seat, arms crossed over his chest as he leans his head back against the wall. His mouth is slightly agape, forming a soft ‘o’ as he breathed steadily in and out. Seeing him sleep so peacefully made you relax a little.

At least there was something good about today.

“Hey,” you whisper, shaking him gently. His eyes blink open slowly, wincing at the bright hospital lights.

“Hey,” he croaks, rubbing his eyes as he sits up straight. “How’s Yuna? Did you get to see her?”.

“She’s…,” you pause, “she’s okay. She said she was okay when I saw her just now and the doctor said she’s stable but…,” your voice trails off.

“But what?,” Mark asked gently, placing a comforting hand on your back. You look around to make sure there was nobody around who could overhear. A few people sat around the waiting room a ways away, texting on their phones or flipping through the free health magazines. The receptionist’s monotonous voice droned on as she answered a phone call.

“The doctor says that Yuna might not be able to skate again,” you murmured. Even though the doctor made it clear before, saying the words out loud felt extremely surreal. You imagined if it were you lying on the hospital bed hearing this news. To not be able to skate again… it was too awful to comprehend. Tears roll down your cheeks before you could help it, dangling from the point of your chin before falling onto your green volunteer shirt.

Mark thought about what he could say in reply to the devastating news, but decided it was best to not say anything at all. Pulling you in for a hug, you cry silently into the crook of his neck. You wrap your arms around his torso and hold on for dear life.

The next few weeks pass by rather uneventfully after the incident, at least comparatively. Police were still on the case of Yuna’s hit-and-run perpetrator, but they struggled to find witnesses when the crime occurred so early in the morning. Even the local CCTV didn’t cover the area where it happened and the driver was still ultimately at large.

The Lee’s and your other friends texted in the group chat plenty and you grew much more comfortable with having them around. Mark drives you to the hospital to visit Yuna a couple times a week and the three of you would eat lunch together in her room for a small sense of normalcy. It was a tough transition for you nonetheless- your best friend and roommate who you were used to seeing every day now was now seemingly so far away and your time together was reduced to a few hours a week. However, the initial shock of the situation eventually faded and the two of you came to terms with how things were. Yuna and you agreed to not cry about it anymore until she got started on physical therapy and gave recovery her best shot. Thankfully, Ten was there with her everyday and night, so it was bearable for her.

Mark’s always been sweet about your comfort zone, too, never pushing you to talk about your feelings yet at the same time, always there for you when you needed him. Neither one of you brought up the almost-kisses, the first reason being you weren’t ready to remind yourself of the horrible things that happened afterwards and the second being that Mark wanted to respect that you needed time to process it.

So the days tick by and seeing Mark became part of your daily routine. It was something you looked forward to when you got ready in the morning and although you didn’t really know it, it was something you needed to make your day feel complete. His good heart shined more and more to you everyday as you chose to continue to accompany him to Sunday volunteering. You got to witness how Mark’s eyes glowed whenever he talked to the people he served. He treated everyone there as if they were his own family and even though many of the people he helps are much older, he continues every conversation with sincerity and maturity.

In addition to walking you to class everyday, Mark now has a special seat next to you in the front row of your economics lecture, leaving Jeno and Ten snickering behind you as they watch your close interactions. You ate lunch at the willow tree by the basketball court on the days you weren’t visiting Yuna. After a while, you grew used to the dirty looks from the girls across the court, even glaring back when you met Hillary’s fiery stare. Nonetheless, you developed a comfortable social routine and everything was going quite well, except for one abundant issue weighing heavily on your shoulders.

The middle of October rolls by and you grind your way through your evening shift at Frankie’s. Thankfully, it was a Tuesday, so late-night stragglers weren’t an issue. You finish scrubbing down the counters in the kitchen and wipe your hands on your waitress apron. Unfortunately, it was your turn to close so you were the only one left working tonight. Your back ached from the hours of waiting tables and your cheeks hurt from the wide smile you offered all of your customers, rude or not. Sighing, you count your tips for the day.

A bell chimes from the door.

“Sorry we’re closed-,” you stop your words as you see the figure illuminated by the low diner lights.

“Is it too late for me to talk with the pretty waitress?” Mark grins, unzipping and taking off his wind breaker. You roll your eyes but your smile tells him you aren’t actually annoyed.

“The pretty waitress is covered in barbeque sauce and all purpose cleaner. Proceed?”

“Oh no, not barbeque sauce! Cancel request! Cancel Request!”

You laugh, throwing a nickel at his dramatic show.

“Wait, give that back to me. I need every tip I can get,” you say, holding out your hand to receive the coin. Mark obediently picks it up, handing it to you as he takes a seat at the bar. You thank him, flipping through the crinkled, greasy bills from the tip jar. The creeping disappointment must have shown on your face because Mark broke the silence.

“Not a good night?” His words were careful. He understood you were under a lot of stress recently, but he didn’t have the heart to pry further and make you tell him why, which you appreciated. Mark assumed it was about Yuna or grades, but you never confided the real reason of how much your financial situation really scared you.

“Not a good…” you debate telling him everything. On one hand, you didn’t want to come off as needy or desperate. You were infamously bad at sharing your burdens with others. On the other, you wanted to tell Mark because you know he would listen and it would make you feel better. “Not a good anything,” you finally admit, setting the scraggly bills down on the clean counter between you.

Only $26.84 for the whole night.

Mark’s soft brows were creased in concern as he waited for you to elaborate. He rested his chin on his knuckle, watching you pensate your feelings carefully. You meet his soft gaze, his eyes telling you that it’s okay. You let your shoulders relax, not even realizing the tension they were carrying.

“I…,” you start, letting out a small sigh as you walk your way around the counter to sit on the stool next to him. He spun his stool so he was sitting facing you. You pick at the mysterious stain on your apron.

How do I even tell him about this? Hey Mark, I’m broke! I might drop out because I don’t have money for school, thus ruining everything my parents and I have worked for.

“I guess I’m just worried,” you resolve after a minute, “I’m worried because, well, because of money”. You wince at hearing the words out loud but continue before you could take it back, “my parents are working really hard to get the money for my tuition, but things aren’t looking good for next semester”. You continue to tell him about how you’ve been picking up extra shifts to try to save up, but skating fees and money for basic necessities eats whatever you earn right up. The thought of quitting skating to save money came to your mind, but you never followed through because that was as much of a necessity as anything. A miracle occurred with the skating competition, only for some sick bastard to hurt Yuna. You asked around but everyone already had a partner or were too busy to participate in the competition. So now you could either go rob a bank or take a gap year and hope you’ll be able to return. Mark listened to your qualms quietly until you finished.

“The competition, did you ask people who aren’t on your team?,” Mark inquired, resting a reassuring hand on yours.

“Yeah, I even asked the girls on JV, but nobody wants to do it since they think they can’t win,” you confirm with a sad nod.

“That’s so dumb,” Mark stated, “you’re like, the best skater ever. Even the worst girl on JV could win if they did it with you”.

You look at him in surprise. His thumb ran comfortingly across your knuckles, sending tingles down your arm. A blush creeps onto your cheeks as you look back down at your joined hands. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you guys were: officially, you were just friends at the moment, but anyone could see that there was something there. As of late, too much has been on your mind for you to possibly sit down and ponder it. Neither one of you has confessed feelings of any sort, but the night at the lake couldn’t just be ignored. And do normal friends hold hands like this?

“Right, tell that to them. Nobody wanted to be my partner, so yeah, I’m kind of in a pickle with tuition right now”

“Well can anyone be your partner?,” Mark asked.

“What do you mean? Like, just ask random strangers to skate with me?”

“No I mean like… I could do it”. His expression was serious, alluding that he meant every word of his ridiculous proposition.

“You could-” you stop to consider, “I mean I guess? I don’t think Coach Tanya said anything about the participants needing to be on the team… or be a girl. But there’s a big problem we’re not considering.”

“What problem?”

“You don’t know how to figure skate”. You free your hand from his and punch him lightly in the arm.

“But I play hockey and I’ve skated all my life,” Mark bargained, pointing to himself smugly and shrugging, “how hard can it be?”

“How hard-” you wheeze. You laugh out loud as the serious boy looked on indignantly. “Figure skating is miles different from what you guys do. Y’all go, what, forwards and backwards? Can you do a jump?”.

“I can too do a jump,” Mark defended.

“Okay, what about a single axel jump?”

“Uh…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you giggle, grabbing the counter and spinning your stool around. Mark watches you endearingly.

“Y/n” the sound of your name stops your childish break and you look at him expectantly. “What if I practiced every day. I can learn your uh- single axis”

“Axel,” you correct.

“Axel. I can learn this axel jump and I can practice it and whatever else you need so you can do the competition”. You couldn’t tell if he was being serious, but your heart skipped a beat nonetheless.

“Deadass?”

“Deadass,” Mark nodded.

“Why… why…”. You struggled to find the right words.

“Because I like you,” Mark interrupted, “and I want to do this for you because it would make you happy. I’d streak across campus fully nude and screaming if it made you happy”.

Did he just...confess?

“It would,” you nod seriously.

“It would? Which part? The competition or-”

“No, the streaking,” you shake your head, ignoring the steady increase of your heart rate. You press your lips into a flat line and nod to feign seriousness. Mark paused before getting up. He reached for the hem of his shirt, sighing before lifting it up over his head.

“Let’s get this over with,” he sighed, reaching for his belt buckle. You shriek, shielding your eyes from his half-nude appearance. Although you didn’t want to admit it, you let your eyes linger on his lean torso through your fingers.

Damn, maybe hockey does have some benefits.

“I was kidding! Please put your clothes back on!,” you cry. You heard him laugh as he pulled the fabric back on.

“Okay I’m decent. I’m decent,” Mark assured, taking his seat next to you again. “But seriously, I meant what I said and you don’t have to reply until you’re ready. I completely understand if you don’t know yet. Just know that I am here for you and I,” he grabbed the edge of your stool and pulled it firmly so you were facing him, “really like you. As more than friends”.

You felt surprisingly confident; the stress of life always went away when Mark was around and you forgot all about the scattered pennies and nickels on the counter. Although his confession was so sudden, you had a feeling it was coming eventually. It didn’t feel shocking, but more like… finally. That being said, you were unsure of what to say. You weren’t sure you were ready for a relationship and most of all, you weren’t sure about your feelings for him. The last thing you wanted was to say you like him back and have it end up not being true.

Like always, the understanding, patient look in Mark’s eyes told you that he would wait for you to reply when you’re ready.

“Okay”. You smile.

“Okay”. He mirrors.

“Let’s do it, the competition,” you decide.

“Really?”

“Yeah, let’s give it our best shot! After all, it’s a crowd vote and your popularity might gain us favor,” you tease, poking his chest. “What time is it?”

“It’s 9:48pm, why?,” Mark replied, checking his lock screen. You hopped off your stool and began untying your apron.

“You drove here right?”. He nods. “Then there’s somewhere I wanna go if you’re willing to drive”. You shove your tips for the night into your bag.

“You know I’m always down for you,” Mark smiled, grabbing your jacket off the rack and helping you into it. He stood in front of you and zipped you up without you asking, fixing the hood so it was proper. You watch him in silence and awe as he smooths down the wrinkles by your collar carefully and slings the strap of your bag over his shoulder without a word. It’s always these things, the little things, that leave you speechless.

The drive was pleasant. Mark put on your favorite radio channel and the two of you vibed comfortably to the acoustic music, the only interruptions were your quiet directions to the desired destination. You examined Mark’s face as he focused on the road, tipping his head back and forth to the beat with one hand on the wheel. It was dark, but the passing street lights illuminated his features in mesmerizing flashes, almost as if they were afraid to show his face for too long, the beauty would be too much to handle. His cheekbones were especially accentuated by the small smile on his lips. Looking at him made you feel… calm.

You pulled into the familiar parking lot. The blue neon lights above the building reading “Skate City” buzzed with electricity as the two of you got out of the car.

“You wanted to come here? To a kid’s roller rink?”. Mark chuckled as he shut the driver side door.

“Make fun of me now but you’ll see why” you rolled your eyes, walking through the building door which Mark held open for you.

The interior of the building was just like you remembered: the dark, ragged carpet was covered in colorful squiggles and dots resembling an abstract representation of worms and confetti. If that wasn’t bad enough, the matching wallpaper and UV lights topped off the hallucinogenic nightmare of a roller rink. Usually, it was also filled with the screams of children. Due to the lateness in the day, the rink was empty and usual disco funk was turned off. You would think it was closed if it weren’t for the man watching TV behind the counter.

“Mr. Joseph,” you call out with a wave. The man grunted, pulling his feet from off of the counter and shuffling through the mess of papers to find his glasses. He was an unassuming man in about his early forties, balding, pot-bellied, and proud. Nobody would guess that he was the man who taught you to skate all those years ago.

“Why, is that Miss y/n?,” Mr. Joseph exclaimed, rounding the counter to hug you.

“How have you been, Joe?”

“Well, you know me. I’m gettin’ by. Who’s this fella over here?”. Joe adjusted his specs and squinted at Mark.

“This,” you nudge the shy boy forward slightly, “is my friend, Mark. Mark, this is my family friend and former coach, Mr. Joseph. Also known as Joe,” you introduce.

The two men exchange a firm handshake.

“Nice meeting you, Mark. You treating her right?” Joe narrowed his eyes.

“Um so,” you cough, saving Mark from the awkward question, “Joe, we need skates for Mark”.

“Wait but I already have skates, y/n-,”

“No, you have hockey skates, Mark. You’re gonna need proper figure skates if we’re gonna do this competition right,” you explain.

“Competition, huh,” Joe gruffed, waddling into the back room and motioning for you to follow.

“Yeah, I don’t know if my parents told you, but Yuna was in an accident and now she can’t do the pair skate with me. Mark’s a hockey player but,” you glance at him with a smile, “he offered to pick up some skills and be my partner”.

“Here,” Joe smacked a pair of skates into Mark’s arms, “try these, boy”.

“Thank you, sir”. Mark bowed and went out to the bench to try them on.

Once he was out of sight, Joe leaned down to you, “you like this boy?”.

“Stop!,” you cry, covering your reddening ears with your hands.

“I’m just saying,” Joe held up his hands innocently, “I can tell he likes you by the way he looks at you. Even from meeting him just now”.

“Yeah… I just,” you stop to think about it. Well it’s true he likes you...

Do you like him?

You look to the door where you could see his shadow lacing up the new skates. You wish he would hurry back. Being without him felt like something was missing. Even if he was right around the corner, it didn’t feel good that you couldn’t see him and feel his reassuring presence. Realization began creeping in and you turn to look back at Joe’s I-told-you-so expression. He gave you a pat on the shoulder, “Make sure he’s good to you”.

Mark’s figure reappeared at the doorway, oblivious to your pounding heart and emotions which were becoming slowly more apparent. You watch endearingly as he stepped awkwardly into the room wearing the skates, stretching out his arms to maintain his balance.

“I think they fit!,” Mark beamed at you, causing the butterflies in your stomach to migrate all around.

“That’s good, boy. Take them on the house,” Joe guided him back out to take them off before he could hurt himself.

“Oh no, sir-”

“Please, they were collecting dust in that storage room. Nobody wants men’s figure skates anymore these days and I’m glad to help y/n out” Joe dismissed.

“Joe,” you stop him, wrapping your arms around Joe’s neck to give him a big hug, “thank you,” you whisper.

“Of course, kiddo” he pat your back, “you make me proud”.

After chatting for a bit longer, you bid your goodbyes to Joe as he locked up Skate City for the night. In the car, you hold your breath and turn towards Mark. Strangely, your head was in the clouds as you examined his face, a face you’ve grown so familiar with in the past few weeks, yet seemed brand new. Suddenly, he leaned in close, close enough to count his pretty eyelashes, warranting your breath to hitch in your throat. Unaware of your, Mark places the box of skates in the backseat and sits up straight again to buckle his seatbelt. You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Right, I shouldn’t get ahead of myself.

“So, are you tired or do you wanna do some skating today?,” you finally ask.

Mark flashed you a crooked smile, starting the car, “Y/n, I’m always down for you. School rink?”.

You nod.

The whole drive back to the school was noticeably more awkward, at least to you. You tensed at every word he said and felt your heart clench when he hummed along to the soft radio tune. Saying nothing or giving short, one word replies, you didn’t trust your voice to say more. Instead, you opted to look out the window at the passing scenery for the fear of Mark noticing your flushed expression. You tug uncomfortably at your jacket collar, beginning to regret asking him to skate tonight. Ironically, and perhaps foolishly of you, you’ve received his confession yet you’re unwilling to admit the good news of mutual feelings to yourself. What should you do or say? Surely it’s not right to just say ‘I like you! I figured it out haha let’s date!” out of the blue.

Pulling into the sports center parking lot, you notice the locks on the front door.

“Oh crap, I forgot it’s a weekday. The rink is closed after 11,” you mutter, slightly relieved at the thought of heading home to sort out your feelings alone.

“Don’t worry, we can sneak in through the side door,” Mark answers nonchalantly, getting out to open the car door for you. You don’t disregard the kind gesture and instead feel the familiar pressure in your chest again.

And sneak in you did.

Mark had clearly done this a few times judging based on the way he led you confidently to the obscured side door which was propped slightly open with a rock.

You went your separate ways in the eerily empty stadium to your respective locker rooms. Splashing your face with cool water, you attempt to rein in your fiery flush.

How should I bring it up? Or do I wait? He already said he likes me, but what if he didn’t mean it?

After changing into your skates, you take a deep breath and head out to the ice.

He was already there waiting for you by the railing. Mark must have heard your footsteps approaching and he turned to give you a warm smile.

“You’re right, y/n, these skates are kinda different”. He tapped the toe pick into the padded floor.

“Yeah… right,” you mumbled, struggling to meet his bright eyes.

He’s so cute.

Pale moonlight streamed through the glass ceiling panels and illuminated your surroundings. Mark’s hair made his face glow silver and his eyes sparkled with the reflection of the moon. His face fell at your weak response, reading it as disinterest.

You open the gate and skate out onto the ice in front of him. Mark tentatively skated out to follow you, wobbling slightly at the different sensation. You reach out to grab his arms and steady him, meeting his gaze briefly before blinking away. You loosen your grip on his sleeves, the contact making your feelings go wild.

For a few moments, the two of you silently glided across the ice. For the first time ever, it seems, you weren’t sure what to say to him.

“Listen,” Mark finally spoke, struggling to a stop. He looked down at his skates thoughtfully, “If it’s about what I said earlier, if it’s about me liking you and that made you uncomfortable, I- I take it back. I feel like I didn’t give you a chance to say no if you wanted to-”

“No it’s-,” you interrupt, skating slightly ahead, “It’s not that”.

“Then why are you acting so strange?,” Mark asked, struggling to keep up.

“I just,” you circle to a stop at the middle of the rink. How do you even begin to explain how you feel? Never in your life have you felt like this about anybody. Never in your life have you felt so special and so cared for than when you were with Mark. You would have been lucky enough just being able to know him, but he even likes you. Out of all of the people he could have chosen, he chose you.

Mark careened to a halt behind you, waiting for you to finish. You take a deep breath.

Now or never.

You turn around to face him.

“What you told me in the diner, tell it to me again”. Your voice came out weaker than you had intended.

Mark’s eyebrows were furrowed in confusion and worry that you were upset with him. He wanted to pull you into a hug, tuck that piece of hair back behind your ear and tell you it’s okay if you didn’t love him back.

“I-,” Mark cleared his throat from his emotions, “I said that I like you, y/n. I like you as more than friends”. He looked down towards his feet but before he could blink, he was crushed in between your arms as you jumped to hug him. Your face fit perfectly into the crook of his neck and you breathed in his familiar, warm scent as he wrapped his arms delicately around your waist. The force from your impact caused both of you to drift slightly, but you kept steady. Not brave enough to look him in the face, you whisper your confession to his ear.

“I’m ready to answer you. I… I like you too. As more than friends”

Mark’s grip tightened around your waist as he lifted you slightly off the ice. Spinning around, he curled his fingers into the fabric of your sweatshirt as if he never wanted to let you go. Your heart swelled at the feeling as you held onto his sturdy shoulders. Neither of you needed to say anything more. He pulled you close so there was no space left and you listened to the gentle rhythm of his heart beating for you.

Pulling away at last, you rest your forehead against his. Your eyes fluttered closed but you could feel the tip of his nose brush gently across yours, his warm exhalation fanning across your lips.

“You don’t happen to have your phone on you, do you?” Mark mumbled deeply, savoring the moment.

You let out a small giggle, “no, do you?”.

“Nope”

And with that, you tilted your head up ever so slightly and Mark cupped your cheek to bring your lips together. You melt into his kiss and touch, allowing the way his soft lips moved against yours to express his silent affections. Exhaling through your nose, you sigh into the kiss, moving your hand to rest at the back of his head to pull him in deeper.

Finally.

Mark ran his thumb affectionately across your cheek, his lips speaking of all the times he’s wanted to do this. Your fingers lace their way through his soft hair, loving the way he reacts as you tug against the strands slightly.

A loud bang from a closing door causes you to pull apart finally. The bright beam of the security guard’s flashlight flashes across the ice as the two of you look on like deer caught in headlights.

“Hey, you two! Get out of there!,” the guard shouted, pointing a finger at your embracing form.

“Run!,” you whisper yell, pulling him quickly towards the gate. The two of you run as quickly as you can in your skates, pulling them off before you enter the hallway.

“Hey! Stop right there!,” the guard yelled, stumbling down the stadium stairs.

“Quick! In here!” Mark tugged you into the boys locker room, shutting the door before the guard could see and ushering you quickly to hide in the gap between two lockers. You squeezed in with him, panting softly as the adrenaline pumped through your body. Mark’s arms wrap around your body to pull you closer as the guard opens the door. The flashlight flicked menacingly across the dark room. You hold your breath as it comes particularly close. Finally, seconds that feel like hours pass and the security guard grunts before deciding to move on. You exhale in relief.

Mark rests his chin on top of your head and you realize how closely you’re pressed together. You giggle into his chest, loving how warm he felt.

“I can’t believe that I get to hold you,” Mark whispers. His fingers draw invisible shapes across your back.

You nuzzle your face into his tee shirt. “Well I can’t believe we’re doing this in the boy’s locker room after being chased down by security,” you mumble against the fabric. His chest sounded a low vibration as he chuckled back, moving his hand up to stroke your hair.

“You are so, so beautiful, y/n,” he moves to kiss the top of your head, “I don’t know the words to express how beautiful you are to me”.

You press deeper into his body at the words you’ve always wanted to hear. Lifting your face up from his chest, you press a small kiss to his lips, heart jumping at the still-new sensation. It was sweet, his lips ghosting over yours breathlessly as you nestle your nose gently against his in a slow eskimo kiss.

“I’ve liked you for so long,” Mark whispers in between kisses, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long”.

You answer by gripping the fabric of his collar to pull him in deeper, moving your lips rhythmically against his.

“I think I’ve liked you for a while too,” you admit as you catch your breath, “I just didn’t understand it. Or some part of me wasn’t ready to admit it”.

“That makes sense” Mark rests his forehead on yours, smiling, “I would have waited a thousand years if that’s what you needed”.

Again and again, he captivated you with his words. He was so good to you and never made you feel like you were anything less than perfect. Day after day, his patience with you never faded and slowly, you let him break down your walls. His comforting smile and optimism always filled you with reassurance and peace.

So standing there, making out in the boy’s locker room, illegally, in the dead of night on a Tuesday, you became sure. You were sure that you wanted him in your life. You were sure you wanted to try to be a part of his. As you pressed your lips to his and as he ran his fingers through your hair, there was no turning back.

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weasleyswizardpleases · 4 years ago

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Playing Nurse (4/4)

Summary: Fred Weasley keeps showing up in Hogwarts’ infirmary, where you apprentice when you’re not in class, but he quickly becomes more than just a patient to you.

Warnings/notes: Blood, dental injury, bruising, broken bones. Language, kissing, some nudity, coming out. Not super graphic but it takes place in the school infirmary so people’s injuries and illnesses are described. Trans masc!Fred x fem!reader. Last chapter! Thanks for loving this one as much as I do you guys :)

Tags: @lucymfer @accioweaslcy @manuosorioh

4. We Must Stop Meeting Like This

A week goes by before you see Fred again. You’ve pretty much given up on him liking you after your somewhat unexpected last encounter. But, like clockwork, he’s in the infirmary again over the weekend.

When you arrive for your shift, the infirmary is already bustling. Pomfrey is doing intake on a group of students while a stern but somewhat worried looking McGonagall stands by. You take in the scene: Ron Weasley is there with a busted lip, Malfoy’s a few feet away, holding his head and looking dazed, Crabbe and Goyle by his side in disheveled states. You’re unsurprised to see an incredibly peeved Katie Bell, her stockings ripped, glaring at the Slytherins. She’s limping heavily.

“What happened here? How can I help?”

“There was… a fight,” McGonagall says tiredly.

“Go ahead and examine Ron, should be a quick episkey, and then move on to Mr. Crabbe, I think it’ll be much the same but I haven’t had a proper look yet,” instructs Madam Pomfrey.

You take Ron to an exam table and give him a quick once over while asking him what happened. He explains that Fred and George weren’t having it and things escalated quickly.

“Turned into an all out brawl before anyone could get a word in edgewise. Percy was watching and ran to snitch, well, thank god he did, because they’re in really bad shape,” he says.

“Who? The Slytherins?” you say, using an episkey charm on his lip and a few stray scratches across his arms, probably from being thrown to the ground in the scuffle.

“Fred, especially, and Malfoy, and…” Ron continues, but you’re no longer listening. You look around and notice that the twins are unaccounted for. You’re finishing up on Ron when George and Filch come in carrying a stretcher with Fred on it. He seems barely conscious. You walk alongside them, asking all the questions you know to ask. This one is yours- Pomfrey is busy with Malfoy, who you suspect has a concussion, and will probably need to look after Katie’s ankle next.

George tells you that Malfoy hit Fred with a stunning spell, but after he fell, they kept kicking at him. You elect not to revive Fred fully yet, first casting a pain relief spell. You examine his clothed torso, feeling along his ribs, and notice that one of the bones feels out of place. You frown and continue lightly feeling along the area, and notice that he seems to be wearing a tight, thick undershirt.

“He’s got a broken rib. We’ll have to remove any garments that might constrict the area to set the bone properly. Could I ask you two to step out for a moment?” you ask, gesturing to the curtain out of the cubicle. Filch departs, but before George leaves he pauses.

“Don’t tell anyone, ok? It would break his heart,” he says seriously before stepping out.

You have little time to wonder what he means. You cut open Fred’s tee shirt and, as you suspected upon palpating his torso, find an undergarment laid tight across his chest. Like a sports bra, maybe, but why- in a flash, you understand the secret Fred was talking about the other day, and what George was saying to keep to yourself just now. It’s a binder. Of course.

You waste no time reflecting and slice his binder cleanly down the middle to remove pressure from the area. You set about doing a complex set of spells- first checking for internal bleeding, then setting the broken bone back in place, then casting a bandaging spell so he’s not tempted to move about before it’s fully set.

“Rennervate!” you say, flicking your wand in Fred’s direction. He comes to, looking around in confusion, his eyes finally landing on you.

“How do you feel?” you ask him.

“Utter shit,” he says. “What happened, exactly?”

“Stunning spell from Malfoy or one of his goons, George said. You wound up with a broken rib from getting kicked while you were out, but the scan didn’t show anything else too terrible. Just a few bruises.”

“Those cheating bastards. I’d love to spit in their faces right now,” he says, moaning as he tries to sit up.

“Just lay down,” you say, resting your hand gently on his shoulder. “It should be pretty much healed by tomorrow morning, but it’s going to be painful until then. If you want, I can ask Pomfrey to give you something to help you sleep while I’m out fetching you a new shirt,” you offer. You pulled the blanket up to cover his chest when you finished working on his ribs, but he’s still shirtless underneath. You watch as he realizes you must have seen his chest while you were patching him up. He grimaces uncomfortably.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“I’d like that shirt, please,” he says, pursing his lips. You dash off to one of the cabinets to fetch an extra set of clothes and an extra blanket, since you know he’ll be staying the night.

“Here,” you say, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” You excuse yourself to let him change, and touch bases with Madam Pomfrey. McGonagall has taken Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle, who are all fully healed, back to her office. Katie Bell is sitting on an exam table, still looking quite angry with her swollen leg propped up high. George is lurking worriedly near the door. You make your way over to him.

“Hey,” you say quietly. “Fred is going to be perfectly fine by tomorrow. Madam Pomfrey will have a look at him to make sure there’s nothing I missed, since it was a serious injury, but his rib is all patched up.” He sighs in relief.

“And don’t worry, I won’t say anything,” you add discreetly, smiling knowingly at him. He relaxes fully and nods in return. “Good luck with McGonagall. She did not look happy.”

“Thanks, Y/N. Take good care of him,” he says, nodding towards his brother’s bed before leaving to accept his punishment.

You return to Fred’s bedside to find him looking quite sheepish.

“Feeling okay?” you ask softly.

“Sure. Bit embarrassed. I wasn’t hoping you’d find out like this, you know.”

“Your big secret is that you’re trans? Freddie, who in the world would care about that?”

“I dunno, some people.”

“Uh, yeah, bigots,” you say, laughing. “I certainly don’t care. I’m just glad you’re ok.”

“Thanks to you. Wanna sit?” he asks sweetly. You can’t say no, so you agree to wait with him at least until Pomfrey comes in to look him over.

“So, did you ever talk to that girl?” you ask, trying to make small talk after all the excitement. He looks at you like you’re a nutcase.

“Y/N, are you thick?” he laughs hard, causing him to wince and hold his torso. He gasps in pain, but grins through it. “Honestly, who did you think I was interested in?” he asks, biting back laughter. You look at him, your cheeks hot. What is he getting at?

“How should I know? I hardly see you, outside of keeping you alive in here,” you say defensively.

“Wow, I thought for sure you knew. I was so embarrassed when you didn’t say anything, I’ve been avoiding you for weeks!”

“What? Why?” you ask, but it quickly dawns on you what you may’ve been missing. “Wait… what?!” you say, your hand flying to your mouth.

“Yep, you got it.”

“You like me?”

“Yes, you idiot!”

“Come here,” you say. You lean down and plant a chaste kiss on his cheek, but he pulls you in gently for a real kiss, a long one. You feel so much tension you didn’t even know you were holding in leave your body, and stand back up, laughing big, just as Madam Pomfrey parts the curtain.

“Well, everyone seems in good spirits in here,” she says. You both nod awkwardly.

“Y/N has been taking such good care of me I hardly knew I was hurt,” Fred says cheerfully. Pomfrey gives him a quick once over, agrees with your diagnoses and treatment, and leaves you two alone once again.

“You know, we have got to stop meeting like this,” Fred says, looking up at you. “Not that you don’t look lovely in your apron.”

“What are you suggesting?”

“How about a date?”

“I certainly wouldn’t object to a nice evening with a ruggedly handsome young man,” you say, giggling gleefully. He flashes a big smile, showing off his chipped tooth.

“Well, it’s a deal. You get me up and going again and I treat you to dinner,” he says.

“Deal! I've got to go, though,” you say, planting a sneaky kiss on him before you leave, “I am at work, after all.” You practically float out the door, proud of your work in more ways than one. Fred Weasley. Yours at last.

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disasterfandoms · 4 years ago

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You Shouldn’t Be Alone || A Seal Team Story

(this is a horrible gif as this has nothing to do with Ray)

Summary: Amelia has a no good, terrible, very bad day; with heartbreaking results.

A/N: My brain wouldn’t shut up last night so it finished this story part of the story. This is a three parter, and it’s part of the ao3 series myself amd @bravo-four-seal-team created. This is set early season 1, before Clay joins the team. It’s mostly Naima, Amelia, and Ashley this chapter, with Trent coming in later.

TW: injuries, hospitals, mention of death, mention of people coding, mentions of health spiraling, implication of miscarriage, mention of grief, mention of pain meds

Taglist: @twentydavid @bravo-four-seal-team @a-kate3 @rebelwrites @chibsytelford @supervalcsi @jayhalsteadfan-2417 @thegirlwhoisalwayswriting @mrsmarvelous1995 @velvetcardiganbucky @itsonautopilot @pinkrockstar19 @galaxysanduniversesinmymind @abby-splace

Amelia was just so, so tired of today.

Everything that could go wrong, did. The morning started with a minor argument with Trent, nothing they couldn’t handle, but still annoying. Then, a rude stranger ran into her, causing their coffee to spill all over her scrubs, resulting in her having to change into surgery scrubs when she got to work.

Work was an absolute nightmare: back-to-back-to-back codes, rapids, anything that could go wrong did go wrong. She had a patient die, got another, then they died.

And now she’s a patient in the ER.

Every breath she took included a sharp pain from her broken ribs resisting. Her left arm is in a sling, broken collarbone, apparently; her body littered with massive bruising. Swollen lip, stitches on her right cheek. Massive black eyes, a broken nose that was corrected a few minutes ago. Grade I concussion, so while the best-case scenario, still annoying. Her throat was sore from the hands trying to end her; that’s going to bruise badly later, she noted. The bruises, scratches on her arms will heal; they might be the least irritating injuries she sustained today. Her sore back and bruised pelvis from being slammed against the wall may be the most annoying. Her legs are in surprisingly good shape, a dislocated knee being the only injury that’s worth noting. Nothing came as close as devastating as to why she was bleeding, though.

She shook her head, wincing as she did. She won’t go there; no one is to know about that one except for her, her medical team, and Trent. Fuck, Trent. He’s going to be devastated, or relieved; she honestly still can’t tell how he felt.

That injury in itself would garner a lot of pity. She despises pity. Everyone around her was trying to do it, though, from her nurse, Naima, to her coworkers who keep coming down to check on her. She appreciates the concern, she does, but she’s okay; it could have been a lot worse.

Needs a new chain for her locket, once again, stupidly annoying. It’s her comfort blanket; it lets her have what’s special to her near her heart at all times. Again, nothing that can’t be fixed, but also stupidly annoying.

Naima threw the curtain back, came into her space, and then closed them to give the two nurses some privacy.

“Dr. Mann would rather you stay overnight to make sure you’re stable, and that way Dr, Leigh can do the procedure in the morning.”

Amelia shook her head, then winced again. She really, really needs to stop doing that! “No way in hell, Naima. I’m fine; I just got a little banged up! And I’ll come back in the morning for the procedure.”

Naima sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. God, her friend was stubborn. “Who’ll drive you? That sling stops you from even considering driving yourself.”

“So, you mean to tell me that I can’t drive home?”

“Amelia Rose Carter! You know better than that. I’ll try to convince Mann to let you go, see if we can arrange a follow-up visit or something in the morning. I’ll call your emergency contact on file, see if they can come to pick you up.”

“No!” Amelia attempted to scream, but her voice still sounds strangled and barely came out above a whisper, “Please don’t call him. He doesn’t need to know, not yet.” Amelia, begging? This is something Naima hasn’t seen from the young nurse. She could swear she saw tears starting to form in the young woman’s eyes, whether from pain or the thoughts racing in her head.

Naima crossed her arms, walking over to lean on the stretcher beside Amelia. “Amelia, is your emergency contact someone you’re afraid of?”

Amelia would have smiled, laughed at the thought, even, had her lip not be swollen, and her throat didn’t feel like fire. “No, Naima. If you looked in my file, you’d see why. He’s just very protective of me, and while I love him more than I thought I could love anyone, his care will feel like suffocation. And now I sadly know what that feels like,” she paused and listened to Naima chuckle. The older nurse then apologized, but Amelia made a motion to stop that; she’s glad someone could laugh at her dark humor. “He’s going to be so pissed about in the morning, though. We were so close to telling everyone that we were-” she stopped, tears welling up in her blackened eyes again, but Naima got the point. She grabbed the battered woman’s uninjured hand and squeezed it in reassurance.

“Okay. So if not him, then who do you want to be called? I know you mentioned a brother?”

“Scott, yeah. He’s out in the field, I think. You wouldn’t want him here. He’d take one look at me and then want the name of the patient who did this and probably threatens to kill them.”

“Okay, so boyfriend and brother are off the list. Anyone else you can think of?”

“Boyfriend’s sister? I don’t know her that well, except for the times I helped take care of her last fall. She’d be able to drive me home, though, at the very least.”

“What’s her name, and do you have her number?”

“Ashley Sawyer, and her number is in my phone,” Amelia pulls up the number and continues to speak while Naima copies it down, “Be warned, she told me she doesn’t like hospitals. You may have to break HIPAA and mention my name for her to answer the second time.”

“Second time?”

“She’ll hang up once you get out that you’re a nurse at St. Samuel’s.” This made both women chuckle.

“Okay, I’ll go try her cell, just rest for a while, okay? Need some more pain meds before I leave?”

“You know I hate pain medicine, especially morphine. Makes my head fuzzy,” Amelia declined, she definitely didn’t need that if she had to go home to her apartment.

“Okay. I’m gonna go call her, okay?”

“Good luck.”

Little did Naima know, she was going to need it.

Getting back to the nurses’ station, she talked to the doctor, who agreed to discharge the stubborn nurse as long as Amelia came back to the ER if she was having any complications. While the Dr. worked on getting the discharge ready, Naima called the number she received and waited for a voice on the other end.

“What do you want?” The voice said snappily, clearly irritated by someone calling her.

“Ashley, this is Naima, I am a nurse at St. Samuel’s Ho-“

Click.

Naima sighed, preparing to call the number again. Amelia at least warned her of this happening. She picked up the phone, dialed the number, and waited for a response. This time, the number went straight to voicemail. “Ms. Sawyer, this is Naima, a nurse at St. Samuel’s Hospital. A significant other of a family member has asked that we call you to come to pick them up when they’re discharged. Please call back at this number, thank you.”

She hung up the phone and hoped that Ashley would hear the message before too long.

Within half an hour, the same phone rang again, Naima picked up the phone and answered, “St. Samuel’s ER this Naima speaking, how can I help you?”

“You called this number a half-hour ago?” “Is this Ms. Sawyer?” “Who else would it be?” “Ms. Sawyer, this is a hospital and this isn’t my personal phone here. I’m asking for clarification, as there are about 10 phone calls per hour on this phone alone.” “You called me for a reason, snap to it.” “Yes, your brother’s girlfriend, Amelia, has asked me to call on her behalf for you to come to pick her up upon discharge,” “Shit. Is she okay, and why me?” “She’s been injured fairly well, with several bruises, several broken bones, and a dislocated knee. The doctor asked she stay for tonight, but Ms. Carter is refusing. She requested you, claiming your brother would be ‘too suffocating’”

Naima heard the woman laugh on the other end of the phone. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing since it’s clear she’s banged up pretty well. Not wrong about Trent, though.”

Wait. No, that can’t be. Well, shit. Naima pieces together what she knows about her friend’s boyfriend. Oh, she’s so telling her husband about this.

“If you agree to pick her up and take her home, you can come at any time and I’ll come out to the waiting room and bring you back. I must warn you, though, she looks rough and shouldn’t be left alone tonight. She’ll probably ask you to take her apartment to leave her be. Don’t.”

“Shit, is it that bad?” “It’s not great. The concussion she sustained would be the main worry. That and god forbid she fell and no one was there to help her. She’ll need someone to bring her back in the morning, as well, and she’s incredibly stubborn about being able to drive herself,” “She got injured, and you all are going to make her come back to work the next day?” “What? No, ma’am, she has a procedure unrelated to her injury in the morning, and claims she’ll come in and do it outpatient instead of staying,” “She’s as stubborn as the rest of us, damn,” she paused, sighing into the phone, “I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

“Okay. Let the front desk know to alert me when you’ve arrived and I’ll bring you to her. Thank you, Ms. Sawyer.”

Click.

Sighing, Naima went back to filling out the paperwork, figuring out how or when she’ll confront her friend about dating someone on her husband’s team. For now, she’ll finish the paperwork on another patient, waiting for Trent’s sister to arrive.

#naima perry #oc: amelia carter #oc: ashley sawyer #ao3 series #trent sawyer mentioned #full metal mentioned #seal team fic #will go to ao3 later

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frenchbreads-writing · 5 years ago

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Hi! Just wanted to start by saying I love your writing! I was wondering if you'd be fine in either a second half to Enji Todoroki (Unexpected Reunion) or a one shot where Endeavor saves his male s/o from a villain? :3

My Hero {Endeavor x Male Reader}

Thank you so much I’m glad you like it!!

I was planning on Making a second part to Unexpected reunion a little later in the future so that will have to wait sorry😊

(The keep reading button won’t go where i want it to I hope you don’t mind😅)

I hope you enjoy!✨

Pairing: Enji Todoroki x Male Reader

Word count: 1.2k (1,274)

Warnings: Hospitals, blood, broken bones, concussions, feelings

Requests: Open

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You’ve done this countless times, rushing into battle, fighting villains and coming out on top, every time with just some scrapes and bruises nothing serious.

That led you to become cocky, using your Speed quirk to draw out fights longer than they should, taunting the villains, and cutting it close with dodging attacks.

Maybe it was the adrenaline or maybe the attention you got from the media as “The Daredevil Hero” whatever it was, let to this moment.

You stumbled upon a villain causing a scene with some newer low-level heroes trying to contain the situation but it was obvious it wasn’t working so that’s where you come in.��Rushing over to steal the attention away from the newbies, now you have all eyes on you.

Smiling you did what you always did laughing at the villain for missing and running circles around him, but the villain heard about how you acted and he wasn’t having any of it.

He missed another attack and you paused to laugh.

“Is that all you got because this will be over quicker than I thought.”

As soon as you said that a cracking sound caught your attention.

A large chunk of concrete fell on the spot you were just standing and before you could recover from your sloppy dodge, the villain took advantage of your distraction managing to land a hit on you.

You were a pro so you’ve taken worse hits than that but the villain gave you no time to recover, grabbing you by the leg he threw you around like a rag doll not letting you have a single moment to make a plan and just attacking.

That went on until you landed hard onto your back, you could feel blood trickle from your nose and you knew that a few ribs were broken from your landing.

You had a job so you tried to sit up so you can fight, body screaming in protest as you did. You managed to sit up in time to see the villain getting ready to attack, there was no way you could dodge so you closed your eyes and braced yourself.

Until you felt a burst of heat rush past you, your eyes flew open in time to see the villain being handled by your boyfriend, the one and only Endeavor.

Knowing that the situation was under control and the civilians were safe, you closed your eyes and let the black dots and exhaustion take over.

The feeling of a headache and your body aching woke you up and the sound of beeping was the first thing you heard, then the overpowering smell of chemicals assaulted your nostrils. Opening your eyes the light just made your headache worse.

Taking a deep breath you sat up. You were in the hospital, that much was obvious, it was the most dreadful place imaginable for you, being all about movement and speed being stuck in a hospital bed was torture.

You looked over yourself seeing your left leg and right arm in casts, the rest of your body and head wrapped tightly in bandages.

Looking to the left saw a few flowers and get well cards from your friends on the small table, you smiled but frowned slightly and let out a sigh when you saw nothing from Enji.

Groaning you reach over to the call nurse button and pressed it. A few moments later a small woman rushed into the room quickly greeting you and checking over your injuries before grabbing the clipboard from the foot of your bed.

“Okay Mr.(L/N) it says here that you have several fractures in your left leg, your radius and wrist are broken in your right arm.”

She flipped the page and continued.

“Several of your ribs are broken and you suffer from a severe concussion.”

You winced, that was a LOT of injuries.

“That means you will have to take medication and will also be required to take a minimum of 6 months to allow your broken bones and concussion to heal so no hero work until then.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief “Six months?!”

‘I can’t sit still for six months I’ll go insane.’

You looked at her with a pleading look “C-can’t you ask recovery girl to just do me a solid and heal me just so I’m not out for that long?!”

She smiled at you apologetically. “I’m sorry but she’s the one who requested that you take the entire time to rest and heal.”

You groaned and leaned back into the bed.

“You also have a visitor if you’re ready.”

You sighed and nodded she smiled and walked out of the room, a few minutes later a knock sounded from the door.

You looked up to see the one person you wanted to see, Enji.

A smile broke out on your face and you lifted your not broken arm motioning him to hug you. He walked up to your bed and sat down in the chair ignoring your invitation.

“Enji, you saved me!” You cheered.

He glared at you and flicked you in the forehead, making you cry out.

“You idiot, if I hadn’t been there who knows what would’ve happened!”

Your smile you had started to fade away as he continued.

“Those civilians could’ve been hurt and the villain would’ve run rampant causing even more damage because you chose to act like a child and mess around!”

You looked away, ashamed and feeling worse tears welling up in your eyes, it was your fault that you got hurt, you knew that from the beginning but you hoped that you could forget about it since the day was saved.

You were about to keep thinking that way until Enji started speaking again.

“And most importantly, you got hurt and I wasn’t there to protect you!”

He leaned forward and hugged you, burying his face into your shoulder while making sure not to squeeze too tight so he didn’t hurt you.

“Do you know how frightened I was when I got to the hospital and you were unconscious, bloody, and barely breathing?!”

You began to feel something wet on your shoulder, he was crying.

He pulled away and cupped your face in his hands and pressed your foreheads together looking into your (e/c) orbs.

“You are the one good thing that has come into my life, so please promise me you won’t do something so idiotic and reckless like that again because I don’t think I could handle if I lost you too.”

You were stunned, you had expected him to be angry and scold you so you weren’t too shocked about, but you didn’t expect him to start crying.

You swallowed thickly and nodded, he stared for a moment longer before placing a soft kiss to the corner of your lips, muttering a soft “You better.” before pressing your lips together in a deep kiss.

when you broke away he straightened up and cleared his throat as he wiped his tears away, blush spread over his face.

“I have to go now, I will be back later tonight to have you released, You will be staying with me so I can keep an eye on your recovery.”

he stood from his chair and walked away but before he went through the door he turned towards you.

“I love you”

He then proceeded to rush out of the room before he could see the warm soft smile appear on your face.

“I love you too, Enji.

You lied back into the bed, ignoring the sting from your ribs and sighed as you closed your eyes.

“My Hero.”

#frenchbread's writing #Enji x reader #todoroki enji #todoroki enji x male reader #enji x male reader #x male reader #male reader #x reader #request #requests open #bnha x reader #bnha x male reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #endeavor #endeavor x male reader #endeavor x reader #FBW My Hero

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obxsummer · 4 years ago

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Heart of Gold // Hold On

word count: 3.1k

warnings: physical violence, cursing, blood, injuries

summary: there’s pain in your eyes with no escape in sight as you remain in the kook kingdom. the rescue mission begins and suddenly, it seems like agreeing to rafe’s terms are the only chance at living that you may have, especially when jj’s life is put on the line.

a/n: ooh i love some nice angst, y’all already know

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Your head was pounding against your skull as you laid on the cold concrete floor where you had fallen. A concussion was most likely the cause from Rafe slamming you against the wall before leaving you to crumble to the ground with no assistance.

“We could be so powerful,” He complained as he paced the room in front of you. With a sigh, he crouched down to survey your bruised, sunken in face. “I’m sorry I have to do this to you. I don’t like seeing you in pain but you clearly don’t understand my point of view.”

You rolled your eyes and shifted out of his grip. “I understand it loud and clear, Rafe, but it’s not happening. Tossing me around and beating me doesn’t change the fact that I love JJ and that I’ll never be with you! I don’t know how Sarah hasn’t run from your psychotic family because I would’ve never looked back.”

You screamed as Rafe’s foot collided with your ankle, snapping the bones with pure force as he glared at you with enraged eyes. “You’re pathetic. Once Maybank sees how damaged you are, he won’t want to even look at you. It’s over, princess. Whether you think so or not, I won. They clearly don’t care. They haven’t looked for you once and nobody’s said a word about the beloved Princess Y/N missing from her kingdom. You’re nothing. They were probably looking for a way to get rid of you all along. I just did the dirty work for them.”

Tears were falling down your cheeks as you held your knees to your chest. Your hand shook above your ankle as immense pain filtered up and down the injured area. Chest heaving with sobs, you let your head fall against your knees.

It was so hard, so hard to hope and have faith that you would be out of Rafe’s reach sometime soon. Sarah had come back every so often to sneak you food and water as well as tell you what she was hearing from your brother, but none of it eased the aches in your body. You were so close to giving up and just agreeing so Rafe wouldn’t touch you again.

“Aww,” He faked sympathy as he kicked you again, sending you on your side as you winced from the pain of your bruises. “It’s a shame. I don’t have pity for you. Perhaps I could find some if you just agreed to my terms.”

The door slam shook you to your core as you curled into a ball as tight as you could. Ribs aching, head pounding, and all you could think about was if JJ would be okay without you.

The kingdom became a mess of plans once there was confirmation from John B of your whereabouts. The four remaining members of your group remained by each other’s sides as JJ was given the special task of going in amongst the raid and bringing you back. John B would be fighting by his side, the duo having trained together since the beginning of days. Pope and Kiara would be behind the scenes, but ready at a moment’s notice for when the boys returned, hopefully with you in hand.

“Okay, we’ll move in from this quadrant all together and then break off into smaller groups.” JJ’s finger pointed at the detailed map of Kook Kingdom that was broken down into sections. “The prince and I will move in through this path to where Princess Sarah will be awaiting our arrival. The main point is to defend and distract until we can get Princess Y/N back to safety. As soon as you see the signal, back out if possible. Don’t be afraid to call for backup and if deemed necessary, shoot to kill.”

Pope watched over his friend’s shoulder as he addressed the group of soldiers in front of him. JJ never failed to step up when it came to protecting any of his friends. Now that it was you on the line, he would stop at no end until you were in his arms, safe and sound. Pope’s chest was full of pride to know the boy in front of him.

“You have your orders,” JJ concluded as he looked at each person in front of him. “We have one shot at bringing her home. Let’s not fail. For the princess.”

“For the princess!” The group repeated his word before breaking off through the doors to prepare themselves for the battle ahead.

JJ let out a deep breath as he removed his hands from the table. Turning around, he came face to face with three important people in his life. Kiara, Pope, and John B wrapped the blond boy in a hug as he just let them hold him out of exhaustion.

“Almost there, J,” John B ruffled his friend’s hair in encouragement before they broke their embrace. “Come on, Mom and Dad want to see us before we leave.”

JJ’s heart was beating out of his chest as he walked down the hall beside his friends. He was anxious about what they were walking into. He just wanted to have you home, and he was itching to get inside and make sure you were okay.

“Kids,” Your mother greeted as the group stopped in front of her. She looked exhausted, having been tormented by her own thoughts of what went on behind closed doors as she waited for your return. John B walked into his mother’s open arms and hugged her tightly, knowing she needed the reassurance nobody could really give except you.

“I wish I could be on the field with you today, but it is for safety that I cannot,” King John addressed JJ mainly as he spoke, “Rest assured, I know each and every one of you will do your best to come back safely to me and Mariah with Y/N.”

Kiara nodded, her hand resting on Pope’s shoulder. “We will, sir. We promise.”

“Be careful,” Mariah kissed her son’s forehead before hugging him tightly. She did the same with Kiara and Pope before facing JJ. “Will the three of you step out so we can have a moment with JJ?”

The three teens gave their friend reassuring nudges and pats before exiting the throne room to wait for him outside. JJ looked at your parents with concern in his eyes. “Have I done something wrong?”

King John shook his head and placed a hand on the young boy’s shoulders. “Quite the opposite, JJ. We know of your relationship with our daughter. We have for a while now.”

“But, we promise we aren’t upset. She’s so much happier with you than we’ve ever seen her,” Mariah reassured when she saw his face falter with worry. “JJ, Y/N’s always loved you. From the first day you met I remember her running to me with the biggest smile telling me about her new friend that she found. You’ve always been there for each other, now is no different.”

“I-I… I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say.” JJ felt stupid in the moment for being unable to find words. He was here, learning that your parents knew every inch of your sneaking around, yet they were so kind and accepting of it that he was confused.

Mariah pulled him into a bone crushing hug, feeling him relax into her grasp from pure relief. She truly loved the boy, he was so good hearted. It was like he had a heart of gold, she swore at times. “It’s okay. We know you’ll save her, JJ. You always do.”

So, JJ Maybank stood there in the embrace of the King and Queen with his heart and his mind set on bringing you back to your kingdom and that was exactly what he was going to do.

Black spots danced across your vision as Topper yanked you to your feet. You stumbled and crashed into him with a whimper, your body failing to hold you up as you blindly tried to follow him.

“Ridiculous,” The guard mumbled as he continued to drag you from the room you had been kept in. Your eyes were wide in disbelief as you realized this was it. Rafe was going to kill you, and he was going to make sure everyone knew.

The Cameron Palace passed in a blur as Topper pulled you along towards where you assumed the throne room was. Shouting became evident to your ears along with the firing of weapons as you entered a long hallway.

“What’s happening?” You choked out as you attempted to look out the windows. “Topper, what’s going on?”

There was no answer as the young guard shoved you forward through the large double doors into the throne room. You tripped over your own feet and landed in a heap at the end of the stairs amongst the five chairs on the elevated stone. To your shock, King Ward wasn’t in the seat and it was instead occupied by Rafe who was smirking down at you.

“Finally!” He shouted, his voice echoing through the empty room as he stood and approached you. “I’m glad you could make it, really.” Rafe pulled you from the ground, his arm curling around you in a chokehold as he dragged you towards the window. You swore your feet weren’t even touching the ground as he moved while you writhed in his grip. Wounds were reopening at his rough actions, sending blood over your stained clothes and his pristine dress shirt.

Rafe’s fingers curled into your jaw as he forced you to look out of the glass. “Look at it. Your kingdom thinks it has a chance at beating mine to get you back. It’s comical, really.”

You whimpered at the strain on your sore body but you still had the energy to argue back. “Doesn’t look like they’re losing, does it?” You hissed as you watched your red and white uniformed troops take over the blue and white ones. “I know it’s hard to lose, Rafe, but I’m glad I’m here for your first time.”

“Everything isn’t as it seems, princess,” He sneered as his grip tightened on you. He moved back to where the large pillars stood next to the throne platform. Your back collided with the marble surface as Rafe yanked your arms back behind you. You screamed in pain as you felt a pop in your shoulder, the joint dislocated with the force of his actions. Harsh rope wrapped around your wrists, leaving you pinned in the awkward position as the prince stepped away.

The evil glint in his eye was evident as he stood in front of you, a devilish smirk on his lips as he observed your broken form. Stepping forward, he pressed a harsh kiss to your lips as you protested beneath him before he pulled away. “Contrary to your belief, my plan is just starting.”

Beneath the castle floors, John B and JJ were scrambling after Sarah Cameron who was leading them through the secret tunnels. Water splashed on their ankles as they finally climbed up the stairs that led them into the main dungeons.

“Come on. She should be here.” Sarah rounded a corner where a singular door was at the end of the hallway. JJ rushed forward, his anxiety getting the best of him as he threw the door open only to come upon an empty room.

“They moved her,” He huffed as the other two stood in the doorway. “Where would he go?”

“Throne Room!” Sarah snapped her fingers in recognition. “My parents aren’t here, they took Wheezie to the beach for the week. He would go there to watch the battle from up high.”

JJ squeezed the necklace in his pocket tighter as he followed the blonde out of the room and through the palace. His heart threatened to burst from his chest with adrenaline as they raced to get to you.

“Right on cue,” Rafe mumbled seconds before the room doors were thrown open to reveal JJ, Sarah, and John B. Your eyes were on the blond boy’s in seconds as you started crying in relief. They were here. They found you.

“Y/N!” Your brother shouted as the three of them moved towards you.

You shook your head desperately as you tried to get them to stop. “Behind you!”

Rafe had relocated around the edge of the room, both he and Topper jumping on JJ and John B and tackling the two boys to the floor. You and Sarah screamed in protest as you watched the two boys fight to free themselves.

“John B!” It was your turn to scream your brother’s name as he fell to the floor unconscious from the force of Topper’s hit. Sarah was by his side in seconds, cursing out the blond guard she used to trust as she cradled the brunette boy in her arms.

Rafe and Topper managed to get JJ on the floor as you cried and shouted for them to stop, all hope of freedom slowly leaving your body as you watched the blond struggle to get loose.

Rafe stepped away once his friend had gotten a decent grip on JJ. He turned to you and shook his head. “I told you, Y/N, you had a choice. I’m really sorry that JJ’s life has to end this way, with you watching.”

“No!” Your throat was raw from the scream you released as you shook your head. “Please. Rafe, please. You can’t do this.”

“I’m not completely heartless, though, princess. I’ll at least let you say goodbye.” He tapped your cheek lightly before releasing your hands, letting you go.

You didn’t hesitate to sprint across the throne room to where Topper let JJ go for a moment. JJ was ready for the impact of you hitting his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, cradling you in his lap as the two of you cried.

“You’re okay,” JJ whispered as he kissed your forehead before your lips. “You’re okay. I’m so sorry, baby.”

You shook your head, holding onto him as tight as possible with your left arm as your right one rested between the two of you from the pain in your shoulder. “You actually came.”

JJ held your head against his chest as he trembled. “I’ll always save you, Y/N.”

“Aw, how touching. Too bad I have to cut this cute reunion short.”

JJ shouted as Topper regained his grip on the smaller boy, yanking him to his feet as you sobbed on the ground. You turned to face Rafe, face full of tears as you saw him grab the sharp sword on his side.

“No!” You begged as you got to your feet. “Rafe stop!”

“Move, Y/N. I won’t hesitate to make you,” The prince growled as he approached, sarcastically brushing off the gleaming metal as if it had dust on it. “This pathetic being is the only thing standing between us and marriage, do you get that?”

You walked closer to him as JJ struggled in Topper’s grip. Your throat was tight as you fought to breathe and push air into your lungs, but you closed the gap between you and Rafe slowly. “I’ll go with you,” You agreed as you came to a stop. “You let JJ and John B go, and I’ll stay.”

“Y/N, no!” JJ’s face was red as he cried, his teary eyes never leaving your bruised form. “I’m not letting you do this.”

You ignored his plea as you set your hand on Rafe’s arm. “Tell Topper to let him go. They need time to leave the palace, and then I’m yours, okay?”

Rafe was clearly considering the offer on hand. This was a win-win. He didn’t have to clean his sword and he got the girl of his dreams all at the same time. “You double crossing me?”

You shook your head as he lowered his sword slightly. “I promise,” You vowed, your voice betraying you as it cracked amongst your emotions. “Let him go.” Rafe’s eyes watched yours as you turned to glance behind you. He waited to see if you would crack, if anything would reveal your true motive against your words. When he realized you were telling the truth, he motioned for Topper to let JJ go.

The next thirty seconds felt like hours. JJ knocked Topper down in seconds as he pulled his own weapon and ran headfirst towards Rafe. You spun at the commotion and panicked once you realized what was happening. Rafe reacted similarly as he grabbed his own weapon for attack.

Your legs moved before your brain processed as you jumped in front of JJ and shoved him away from the injury that would no doubt end his life. You hit the ground next, a groan leaving your lips from the impact. There was more screaming and shouting, the clanging of metal, and worried cries as you tried to keep your mind moving.

JJ’s crystal eyes appeared above yours, Sarah’s above him as you blinked. Your ears were ringing with noise as you tried to understand what was going on. JJ’s hands were red when he pulled away for a moment, making you confused as to who was bleeding. He was crying, Sarah too, as they both stared down at you, the blonde girl’s mouth moving but you couldn’t hear her words. You moved your good arm to rest your hands on top of JJ’s that were pushed against your chest, catching his attention. He shook his head, his tears falling against your cheeks as you mustered up a smile.

“I love you,” You whispered.

JJ shook his head desperately as he tried to stop the bleeding from your wound. He was shaking, his whole body freaking out as Sarah screamed for help, for anybody. His eyes never left yours though. He wanted you to know he was here, that he wasn’t leaving. Blood seeped through his fingers from the impact of Rafe’s sword as you protected him. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to save you, not be the reason you were bleeding out beneath him.

The world slowed down, your eyes growing heavy as you fought to stay awake. JJ watched, unable to look away as your eyes slowly closed and your hand went limp against him. Now, he knew. Now, JJ knew what it was like to have the world ripped away from you without any warning, and he sobbed with the realization that he didn’t know if he would ever get the chance to return those three words to you in this lifetime.

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the-weeping-author · 5 years ago

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Can’t lose you.

This was a request from @phoebethepheebs

Request: Can you do Steve Harrington x Reader. Where it’s the battle of Star Court Mall and the reader almost dies and Steve is a panicky boi.(The drugs are worn off at this point)

Warnings: cussing, blood, broken bones, death, season 3 spoilers.

A/N: hey guys this will be my first AU so not everything will be spot on with what happened in the show so sorry, my request are open so feel free.

Word count: 1,510

Also thanks ahoy-stevieboy and thehair-harrington for the help with this request!! ❤️❤️

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@ahoy-stevieboy helped me with this so thank youuu so much!! ❤️❤️

(Please don’t copy my fics and use them as your own please.)

Please enjoy 😌

I was currently in the Starcourt mall with the party along with Robin and my best friend. I have no idea how or when I ended up here but I was here.

The splitting headache made it almost unbearable to keep focus, the left side of my side hurt, my ears ringing like a bomb went off right near me.

I had to worry about that later right now El’s life depended on us, I refuse to let her or anyone else down.

We were currently throwing fireworks at the Mind Flayer El was currently on the main floor of the mall with Billy along with the mind flayer.

I noticed that we were running low on fireworks and soon our idea was going to flop, Steve was across the way with Johnathan and Nancy while I was throwing with Robin.

I looked at robin then grabbed her wrist.

“Hey Robin we are running low on fireworks.”

She looked at me when she tossed the one in her hand.

“Yeah Y/N I know they need to hurry up or we are all fucked.”

She had a point, my attention looking towards the mind flayer then flashing to everyone. I knew exactly what I had to do.

“Robin take care of Steve for me please.”

Before she could respond I stood up running towards the stairs. I bolted down there with a firework in my hand.

There was a small voice telling me to turn back, I tuned that voice out seeing billy, El and the mind flayer’s legs come into view.

I continued walking until I was about 15 feet away I pulled out my lighter holding it near the wick lighting it. then I got closer so I could get a clear shot at it, I pulled my arm back getting ready to throw it then I looked at El then at the mind flayer.

“Eat this mother fucker.”

I quickly tossed the firework near it, instantly it exploded. The Mind Flayer let out a shriek taking a few steps back, everything immediately went black.

*Steves pov*

There were only a few fireworks left in the bin, panic set into everyone. I was worried about everyone, how could I keep them safe if this didn’t work?

Most importantly how can I keep Y/N safe? When I looked across the way towards Robin I noticed Y/N wasn’t with her, on the spot relief washed over me.

“Good she got out of here.”

I thought to myself as I lit another firework tossing it over the ledge. As Lucas threw the last firework at the Mind Flayer I felt nauseous.

We all ran to the railing on the ledge looking as Billy stood up standing in place, the mind flayer's mouth opened slowly.

Mike and Max ran stopping as soon as they saw Billy, shock showed on their face I think we were all shocked honestly.

As the mind flayer’s little tentacle thing shot out of its mouth Billy stopped it, fighting back everyone was frozen, even El.

Six more tentacles came from the sides of the mind flayer shooting into billy, Dustin coming loud and clear over the walkie talkie.

“CLOSE IT NOW, CLOSE IT.”

Billy let out a yell then the tentacle from the mind flayer’s mouth went into Billy’s chest, then out letting his body fall to the ground covered in blood.

“BILLY!” Max yelled tears filled her eyes.

Then the mind flayer let out a noise while stumbling around, running into the railing Johnathan, Nancy and I were then just dropped to the floor.

I felt relaxed now robin walking over to us.

“Robin it’s done we beat it.”

She smiled sympathetically at me.

“Y-yeah we did.”

I felt uneasy she was keeping something from me.

“Robin, why do you look like that you should be happy.”

“W-well Steve it’s about Y/N.”

I looked at her.

“Yeah I’m glad she got out of here she could have ended up hurt.”

Her gaze left mine falling to the floor, that nauseous feeling came back.

“Robin what happened? What happened to Y/N?”

She wouldn’t say anything, I felt tears prickling at the corner of my eyes. I grabbed both her shoulders.

“Robin where’s Y/N? What happened to her?”

“S-She went down there to distract that thing last I saw was it hit her, then I didn’t see her anymore.”

My heart dropped to the floor, Worry settling into my body. I let my hands fall off her shoulder then she looked up at me.

“She told me to take care of you for her.”

The more she talked the more I felt a sob coming along.

I turned away from her then I rushed down the stairs.

“Y/N!! Y/N please answer me.”

When I reached the bottom mike pointed.

“She’s over there Steve.”

My head snapped toward him then followed where he was pointing. My gaze followed where he was pointing, then my eyes went wide. There you were laying there not moving it didn’t look like you were breathing either.

*No ones pov*

Steve ran over to You, lifting your head on his lap he shook you by your shoulders.

“Y/N come on please.”

Nothing

He let tears stream down his face.

“Y/N please come back to me you’re okay, you’re gonna be okay we just gotta get help.”

Again nothing.

He put his forehead against yours and started sobbing as best as he could with an eye swollen shut.

“God damn it Y/N you’re the only girl I have in my life, you’re the only one who I can depend on, the only one who makes me feel like a million bucks, the girl I’m in love you can’t just leave me.”

Again nothing.

The party, Johnathan, Robin and Nancy walked over to Steve and you.

“Steve come on we have to get outside.”

He smacked Mike's hand off his shoulder.

“Get off me, I’m not leaving her here.”

“Steve come on she’s gone we have to go.”

He sniffled letting more tears fall.

“She c-can’t be I love her, she can’t leave me.”

Nancy started crying at Steve’s desperation he sounded so broken. Johnathan, Mike and robin grabbed his arms pulling him up.

He thrashed against their hold.

“G-Get the fuck off me, I’m not leaving her I can’t leave her.”

They tightened their grip on him slowly turning him around. Him struggling against their grip. As they started walking away a noise stopped them.

*Your pov*

When I came too I started coughing and gasping for air. My lungs felt like they were on fire, if I thought my headache was bad before nothing has ever compared to the headache I had now.

When I opened my eyes I saw Steve’s face I smiled softly.

“Hi.”

He wrapped his arms around my neck and cried into me.

“Y-Y/N I thought I lost you.”

I wrapped my arm around him while my fingers found his hair.

“As much as I love feeling you body heat can we please get out of here?”

He pulled away and nodded as fast as his head would let him.

“Y-yes of course.”

He picked me up so softly I knew it was because he thought he was going to break me. Then he looked at me.

“When I bend down jump on my back only if you can.”

I nodded as he turned around and bent his knees, I jumped on his back no matter how bad my side was hurting.

He carried me all the way outside, when we went out to the parking lot there were helicopters, ambulances, cop cars and fire trucks. The medics immediately took everyone to different vehicles.

Steve’s eyes wouldn’t leave me as they checked me out. I had a concussion and a broken ribs. They told Steve he had a concussion along with some bruised ribs.

After they finished they went to check others out, Steve grabbed my hand.

“Hey Y/N when we were in there I was so scared-“

“Sh sh sh Steve I’m okay don't worry about me going anywhere. I won’t leave you.”

He let out a light chuckle.

“How can I not worry about you when I’m in love with you?”

My breath hitches and my eyes widened.

“Steve-“

“I know it’s okay that you don’t feel the same way I just wanted you to know.”

I grabbed his hand then kissed his cheek.

“I’m in love with you too dork.”

He smiled brightly at me then put his head on my shoulder, I followed his action just letting the past 24 hours sink in.

“Hey Y/N?”

I pulled my head away and looked at him.

“Yes Steve?”

“May I kiss you?”

He asked, waiting for my answer. I leaned close to him connecting our lips. I didn’t know if this was completed over but all I knew was that as long as Steve and I were together nothing could stop us.

A/N: hey guys thanks for reading I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did, Mores coming in posting one more one shot soon then chapter three will be out so keep an eye out thank you guys for supporting me and liking my stuff. ❤️

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badboysdoitbetter · 5 years ago

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— the bet | sc | part two

pairing: raian kure x reader

fandom: kengan ashura

genre: fluff, angst; asshole!raian, friends to enemies to lovers!AU

tags/warnings: violence, mild sexuality, swearing, mutual pining, (seemingly) unrequited love

word count: 1.2k

synopsis: you and raian both like each other, but neither of you know how to show it. that is, until raian comes up with a bet to get you to go out with him: he just has to beat you in combat. too bad you’re stronger than he thought...The first thing you heard when you woke up was the constant beeping of the EKG machine. From all your time as a fighter, you immediately recognized the medicinal air and took notice of the blue-blanketed bed you were in.

read before: part one

Although disoriented, you knew that you were in a hospital and that Fusui was sleeping in the uncomfortable pleather chair right beside you.

Raian put me in here—Where is he, anyway?

Saddened, you laughed at yourself for even thinking he'd be sorry.

Why would the person who voluntarily beat me to a pulp be here to apologize? It's not like the entire thing was his fault...oh wait, it was!

Shifting, you went to pull the pulse oximeter off of your finger, causing the EKG to let out a constant buzz in the process.

Fusui woke up at the sound, and immediately tried to keep you in place.

"You're hurt, (Y/N)! Raian almost killed you!" Her eyes were bloodshot, and you couldn't tell if it was from crying or the fact that she'd been sleeping just moments before. "I'm so sorry for putting you up to the fight. I just knew you liked him and I—"

You clenched your fists.

"No, Fusui, it's Raian's fault for not listening to me. I told him a million times that I was done." Tears pooled in your eyes but you tried to hold them back, "But he just wouldn't listen to me." A tear slipped down your cheek involuntarily, and you made no move to wipe it away. Your voice was soft, and Fusui could tell that you'd been more hurt than you were letting on. "Why wouldn't he just listen?"

"I—I don't know what to say besides that I'm sorry." She took your hand in hers and gave it a light squeeze in an attempt to comfort you. "I am sorry, (Y/N), and I'm sure Raian is too...He just doesn't know how to express it."

With that, Fusui pulled her hand away from yours, and you noticed that she'd replaced it with a note. "He told me to give you this if you woke up before he came to see you, so please just read it, okay?"

You closed your eyes, unable to hold to tears back any longer. As you ripped the note and threw it in the wastebasket by your bed, the only thing that marked Fusui's leave was a slam of the hospital room's door.

"Can I leave yet, Doc?"

"Well, (Y/N), it looks like you have two broken ribs, a minor concussion and a hairline fracture in your ankle, so you'll have to wear this boot for a few weeks, and remember not to anything too physically or mentally strenuous, but you'll be fine."

"Is that a yes?" The doctor sighed, knowing you probably wouldn't take any of his advice.

"Yup, you're good to go."

Smiling slightly, you kicked your shoes on and put on your regular clothes, completely disregarding the doctor's order to wear a boot on your fractured ankle.

Walking through town to get to your apartment, you checked your reflection in your phone in case you saw someone you knew, and you noticed the tear-stains had almost completely faded.

That was until you saw Raian chatting it up with some bitch across the street to your house.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You ran up the stairs, unlocking your front door and slamming it behind you, angered and heartbroken at the sight you'd just seen.

You didn't hear Raian call the girl "Imouto" or notice that she had the same black scleras that he possessed.

You just ran.

The moment you locked the door of your apartment, you almost let out a cry of frustration.

My day just keeps on getting better and better, doesn't it?

In front of you stood yet another member of the Kure Clan, albeit the one you hated the least right now.

"What do you want, Henzo?"

His black eyes met your own.

"Raian knows your mad at him, but he wanted me to tell you that you should meet him at the field where you fought, at the time he wrote on the note."

"Get out." He stood up and brushed past you to get to the door.

"He's sorry."

"So I've heard."

God, he was so attractive when he was sweaty, though.

You'd calmed down completely later that day, and as the sun set and the moon took its place, you covered yourself in a blanket mountain and fell asleep, upset but finally accepting the fact that Raian wouldn't be apologizing for what he did.

At least that's what you thought until you heard your door open at precisely 3:37 am.

"(Y/N)! What the hell!" His voice rang through your small apartment. "I waited for eight goddamn hours at the field with flowers and candles to give you a proper date!"

He was in your bedroom now, but as disoriented as you were, you knew that coming into your apartment in the middle of the night was not okay. Throwing your covers off of your form, you stood up, not caring about your exposed legs or barely-covered panties.

"You beat me until I was bloody, didn't visit my hospital room, didn't apologize to me, sent your cousin to talk to me, and the worst part is that you started FLIRTING WITH ANOTHER GIRL RIGHT AFTER! AND NOW YOU BREAK INTO MY APARTMENT, SHOUTING AT ME BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE YOU?"

You slowly walked closer to him, getting in his face. Your voice was cracking as you looked away from Raian, but he was only focused on your beautiful frame in that overly tight t-shirt.

"Wait, what? I don't know who you're talking about—" You two were so close together Raian could feel your breath fanning his neck.

"Don't lie, Raian. I saw you with her." He racked his memory, thinking of what you could mean. Does she seriously think there's a girl hotter than her?

Wait, Karla? "That was my cousin, (Y/N)!"

"Sure it was. You know what, fuck you, Raian."

He leaned towards you, lips centimeters away from your own.

"Please do." The sexual tension in the room was almost suffocating, and it took almost every fiber of your being protesting against your actions to keep you from jumping his bones right then and their. Laughing, you turned away from Raian, getting ready to move back towards the bed... alone. Raian, however, had other plans.

Gripping you by the waist, he pushed himself as close to you as he could, and in an instant, his lips were attacking your own, locking the two of you in a battle for dominance.

Pulling you over to the bed, Raian looked you in the eyes to make sure you were okay with how far things were about to go, and, with a lust-filled gaze, the only thing you could do was smile back at him.

Turning off the lamp on your bedside table, Raian gently laid you down onto the mattress before climbing on top of you, and, before long, an intimate dance between the sheets had begun.

Waking up the next morning, you saw an arm draped across your torso and felt a hard body beneath you. Looking towards Raian's deceitfully peaceful face, you hoped it would stay this peaceful forever.

Eyes fluttering, he grabbed you tighter, looking into your eyes. "You know, without makeup, you kinda look like Great-Grandpa Erioh."

Laughing, you didn't think much of his bluntness. This was the guy you were in love with after all.

Out of all the guys on the planet, I'm glad I chose this one.

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imagine-lcorp · 5 years ago

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Next to You (One Shot)

Request

1)Hey, I really love ur imagines❤ Can u do one for me plz? R is Lena's girlfriend. Maybe something like: Reign attacks Lena, and reader saves her but still got injured. Some fluff after that))

2)Hi! Can you write where somebody attacks Lena and reader without superpowers protects her and get injured. After that Lena is taking care of her girlfriend

A/N: Hello my beautiful beans, I’m here once again finally bringing you the LAST REQUEST on my long and overdue list of requestssss, I’m so happy i’ve been able to finish this and so glad because request will be open again, and i hope that you send some and trust me with your ideas although I might need over a year to finish them, but either way this has been fun and yes I’ll keep doing it. So thanks to the anons that sent their requests, i tried to fusion this two in my own take of that scene on season 3, you know which one, so i hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think! As always, I love y’all!!

Lena Luthor x Fem!R//Word Count: 1,471

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"Wow, and I thought I had a good view from CatCo." You said as you approached Lena, wrapping your arms around her and taking in the sights from her window.

You had wished to stay a bit longer in bed with her, joining that peace for a moment longer. But the day was just about to start and you tried to seize every second you had with her before doing the things that had to be done and solved if you wanted to keep the city as it was. It certainly made you feel strange, how the world could end at any moment and yet you would have let it happen if it meant spending another moment with Lena in your arms.

"I like waking up next to you." Lena turned around and looked at you, moving her arms to wrap herself around your neck, and if Lena could have read your thoughts she would have agreed.

"Waking up by your side every morning is like my wildest dream."

"So you dream about me, uh." A little smirk appeared on the corner of her lips.

"Every night." You would have been lying if you had said otherwise and Lena smiled fully at your answer. "Serious talk, tho. Haven't you thought about getting your own place?"

"When I first moved to National City I didn't know if I was gonna stay. Lex was in prison, the company was in shambles. I didn't know if I was gonna put down roots, settle down... In case the city rejected me." She moved her arms hesitantly around your neck and started to fidget with the collar of your shirt.

Lena looked down for a moment and you took her hands in yours, placing them on your chest. You could sense her nervousness. It wasn't the first time you had seen her like this while trying to talk to her about the subject. Even after all these years living in National City, and even with all the friends she had made since, she felt out of place.

"Well, it's been two years, and you have done so much for the city. I think it's safe to say you could sign your own lease."

"Even with Supergirl thinking the worst of me?"

"She'll have to get over it someday. She can't stay mad at you." You assured her.

"You think so?"

"She really can not. After all you told me last night, there's no way she won't change her mind. What you did, it was to help a friend. I'm sure she can understand that."

"What about the Kryptonite? Do you think she will come around that too?"

"That too. I mean, there's a reason why you needed it and it's not like you were using it to deliberately hurt her. Give it time." You finished softly.

Lena had unfolded all the truth of her complicated life last night to you, not wanting to hold more secrets. After what had happened, discovering that Sam was a Worldkiller, sending Ruby away, and being discovered by Supergirl, it was all building up inside of her. She had hesitated a moment before letting you know all those things but you didn't stop to question her reasons until she was done telling you.

She had feared your reaction but you didn't run away or accused her of any of the possible crimes any other would have claimed against you. Instead you listened, tried your best to understand the situation, never doubting Lena's intentions, and she loved you because of it.

"How do you always know what to say?" She couldn't stop looking at you with adoration.

"Maybe that's my superpower."

"I'm really glad I can tell you my secrets now."

"You always can." You saw her smile.

You had wished to stay a bit longer like this, looking into her beautiful eyes and letting everything else around you fade, but the day had just started and you were far from solving the end of the world. Proof of it was the sudden blast of broken glass that followed a moment later. You barely had time to react and protect Lena from the shards of glass flying into your direction.

"Where's the child?" Reign screamed after bursting into the room.

"Lena! Get do-!" You pushed Lena out of Reign's reach but got caught in the middle.

"You wouldn't happen to know where she is, would you?" Reign held you by the neck in a swift movement. Her hand closing around it until your lungs were out of air. However, she had no intention to keep playing with you. You weren't the person she was looking for and had no problem getting you out of her way.

"Where is Ruby Arias?" She screamed again, tossing you across the room. You hit the opposite wall and collapsed like a rag doll, except you doubted a rag doll would have felt her bones break.

Lena came rushing in a second, kryptonite sprayer in hand, ready to face Reign. "You will never find her."

Surprised by Lena's attack Reign inhaled the kryptonite and had no other choice but to fly away before it caused her more damage.

It wasn't everyday you got to see a supervillian run away like a sprayed kitten so you let out a chuckle that unfortunately made your ribs hurt like hell.

"(Y/N)!" Lena dropped the spray and ran towards you. "You are gonna be okay, darling, help is coming."

You nodded slowly at her, trying not to move and concentrating on her words. The pain was becoming more and more evident with each passing minute. You hand't fully realized how bad your injuries were until Reign was gone but you still thanked the skies above you were still alive.

A DEO team reached the apartment soon after and you were taken to the their medical bay as fast as it was possible to be attended. Lena had to stay behind, explaining J'onn and Supergirl what had happened, but you assured her you were going to be fine.

You ended up with a couple of broken ribs, a slight concussion, and Lena staying at your own apartment most nights. She had wanted to make sure you were following the doctor's orders and offered herself to help you at home. She would come after work to help you prepare dinner or help you out with some chores that you couldn't do by yourself, or that she would deem to hurtful in your current condition.

A few mornings were spent around the kitchen, a couple of late evenings trying to decide which movie to watch, and a few others with her reminding you to take your medicine as you both worked beside each other, still trying to find a solution to the Reign problem.

Somehow you knew it was an excuse for her to keep an eye on you and a form of apology for what Lena considered had been her fault but you were glad to have her around. It had been your wildest dream, after all, and Lena also seemed to have surprised herself. Domestic life wasn't something she thought could suit her but as she spent time with you she got used to your presence and the little routine you had managed to create.

"You're doing much better, it seems like you won't need me around anymore." She said one afternoon after you finished your lunch.

"Actually, Lena, I was hoping, uh, you may like to...stay with me?" You said a bit hesitant.

Lena looked at you across the table, not completely sure about what you were asking. "Are you suggesting I move in with you?"

"I know this isn't a five star hotel and it's far from being a mansion like the one where you grew up but," you took a deep breath before continuing, feeling a knot of nervousness in your stomach, "it would make me really happy if you decided to stay around more than often. Maybe for breakfast, and lunch, and dinner. You could take the right side of my closet and of my bed, or the left side, which ever you prefer. We could binge watch every episode of Friends until we fall asleep on the couch and, best of all, I could wake up by your side every morning."

Lena was staring at you and you knew by her surprised expression she hadn't expected something like this. You rambled without pause, worrying that if you stopped you wouldn't get it out or mess it all up. Then you took a deep breath and felt your cheeks burn up.

"You don't have to decide right now, just think about it." You finished.

A moment passed before she answered with the biggest smile you had seen in her."(Y/N). I really like waking up next to you too."

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prettyyoungtragedy · 6 years ago

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Written in the Stars (9)

Characters: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You’re the type of woman who is headstrong and fiercely independent. Heiress to a fortune and one of the most brilliant minds of the 21st century. Until you’re forced into witness protection. Your “Protection” turns out to be 220 pounds of dreamy, sassy, delightful Bucky Barnes. Whatever could go wrong?

Warnings: Violence, bad language, angst for days!

A/N: Okay so naturally you’re all mad at me for the last chapter, but here is the angsty follow up! This one is just pain and panic and nothing good especially at the ending. It’s angry Bucky and a whole lot of tears! If you want me to make it better, say something nice? hahaha jk thank you all for reading it!

This was generously Beta’d by my beta @suz-123 , without whom this fic wouldn’t get done!

Links are being a bitch so you can find the whole fic in my WIP masterlist in my bio!

Taglist is closed!

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

James you fucking idiot. You dumb stupid fucking idiot. You moron. You distracted foolish fucking idiot!

His mind berates him.

Panic, anger, terror, pain all flash through him the second that bomb goes off, he feels the heat of the bomb, pain as the air is knocked out of him and he is thrown across the landing. Bucky had not felt terror like that in a long time, not since he woke up strapped to that table almost eighty years ago. He feels helplessness like he’s never felt before when he sees your eyes shut and the debris starts to fall, he feels terror when he sees your body slam into the wall and he feels anger when he can’t get to you in time.

His ears are ringing, a dull throb starts on the side of his head and his vision is blurred by redness before he rubs his eyes furiously. Blood covers his metal arm when he looked down at it after touching his face, but he doesn't care. He needs to get to you, the smoke and dust from the bomb cloud his senses and Bucky violently shakes his head to rid himself of the lethargic feeling that's settled over him.

The first thing he sees is you laying a few feet away from him, and everything else is forgotten. Bucky surged to his feet, stumbling dizzily towards you he scooped you up into his arms and cradled you close.

“Open your eyes, open your eyes, open your eyes,” he begged softly, there’s so much blood he doesn’t know whether it’s yours or his, but your eyes remained firmly shut. He dropped to his knees and fumbled for his phone in his pocket, but when he pulled it out the screen was smashed to shit.

He cursed loudly and touched the comms in his ear. It crackled to life and he heard Sam’s frantic voice on the other end.

“Bucky? Bucky?! Fucking hell Bucky!”

“Yeah, Yeah Sam I’m here, there was a-”

“We’re coming, hold on. Steve is already there.”

As Sam said that, Bucky sees Steve charging across the hallway from the fire escape stairwell. He’s already got his shield in his hand and the moment he saw Bucky crouched there with you in his arms, he rushed towards him.

“Give her to me,” Steve demanded urgently, and for a moment Bucky doesn’t want to. He’s too scared to let you go, he’s scared if he does and you die it will be his fault.

“Bucky, please. We have to get her out of here, the smoke inhalation could kill her.” Steve urged again his hands reaching for your unconscious body in Bucky’s hands and Bucky relents, letting Steve take you.

There’s an exchange, Steve gave him the shield and he takes you. Sam breaks through the nearby window, letting some of the smoke out of but it does nothing to help them.There is smoke rapidly filling the hallway, the heat from the fire that has started prickled over Bucky’s skin and he knows they have to get out of here before the fire hits a gas line.

Sam is beside him, he quickly moved to help Bucky up grabbing him by the arm and slinging it over his shoulders, the other wrapped around his waist. Bucky stumbled and coughed up blood wiping it away without a second glance, he feels pain lance through his side and both him and Sam looked down and see an ugly metal rod protruding from his abdomen.

“Fuck,” Sam muttered, “That is going to hurt coming out,”

“Yeah no shit,’ Bucky groaned, he placed his hand around the metal, and hissed slightly as he jostled it in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

Outside the wail of fire truck sirens and people shouting can be heard, and then another explosion rippled through the floor, knocking Sam and Bucky to the ground.

They needed to get out of there, and fast.

~~~

Bucky Barnes had never been so fucking terrified in his entire life, the terror had burrowed itself so deep within his soul at that moment that he felt as if he couldn’t breathe.

Steve rushed you off to the medics at the tower the moment they got there, Sam forced Bucky to sit through a medical checkup himself. Helen Cho had one of the nurses look him over, and he tried to argue that he was fine, but no one would listen to him.

Sam firmly placed a hand on his shoulder and warned him that if he tried to get up again, he would knock him out and this shuts Bucky up.

He cursed loudly, resisting the urge to punch Sam in the face as he helped the nurses pull out the metal that had plunged itself into his body and he shut his eyes, breathing through the nausea as he refused anesthetic and forced them to stitch him up.

Once the wound in his abdomen had finally stopped bleeding, he threw back two of Tony’s special concoctions he whipped up for the super soldiers to speed up their healing.

He waited with irritable patience as one of the nurses stitched up his head wound wincing every few seconds as she jabbed the needle less than gently into his skin, and the one of his jaw, and the various cuts and wounds he had elsewhere. Bucky continually flexed his metal arm in an attempt to stave off the panic attack that was building inside him every time he thought about you.

“You’re good to go,” The nurse said nodding at him, “But I’d recommend a week’s rest before getting back into the field.”

“Those stitches on your abdomen need more than a few days of healing, so careful not to rip any of them.” She added as he brushed off her offer for painkillers.

“Thanks,” he muttered before he shakily stood up and walked off. As he made his way down the hall of the med-bay, Bucky saw Steve and Sam standing near one of the rooms. They seemed to be engaged in a serious argument of sorts, but the pair immediately stops when they see Bucky.

Relief floods Steve’s expression as he regards Bucky,

“You doing okay, pal?” He asked walking towards him,

“Yeah fine, what’s the verdict?” Bucky replied brushing off his question even though he knew he probably had a good few broken bones and contusions and his entire body screamed at him in pain. He didn’t care, his serum would heal him in a couple of hours.

“C4 wired to trip when the door opened, on the floor thankfully there were no casualties. The Iron Legion managed to get everyone out the building in time but the top three floors are gone.” Sam said,

“And…” He hesitated looking between the two men before him,

“And she is fine, well not really, a couple cracked ribs, dislocated shoulder, bruises, slight burns here and there and a concussion. But she will live.” Steve said nodding knowingly,

“Fuck,” Bucky muttered running his grimy bloodied fingers through his hair, “I should go see her,”

“No no, that’s not a good idea yet.” Steve shook his head firmly,

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because you need answers for her and you don’t have any besides she isn’t awake yet. Cho is keeping her in a sedated state in case she you know, freaks out.”

“Yeah not everyone is used to almost being blown to bits,” Sam added, “That’s more of an us thing.”

“Glad you can still joke about this,” Bucky said to Sam with a glare,

“You’re supposed to protect her and if you walk in there thinking with your heart and not your head you’re going to look like a real idiot.” Steve said firmly.

It sounded harsher than Steve had intended but Bucky fell silent, he had a fucking point and that irritated Bucky. He was thinking with his heart and not his head that’s why they ended up in this mess in the first place. He’d forgotten the cardinal rule of being a bodyguard, survey the area before you take your protection detail into a room and he’d been so wrapped up in you that he didn’t think to do that.

“Do you want to talk-” Steve started to say when he sees the look on his face,

“No,”

“Bucky,”

“Shut up Steve. I am fine.”

“Okay, well, you look like shit, go shower or something,” Sam stated, he was trying to lighten the mood but this doesn't help Bucky in any way. He just wants to see you. “How many stitches did they give you all together?”

“Seventy six,”

“Damn new record,”

“Is she still with Cho?” Bucky asked ignoring Sam’s comment,

“Yeah,”

“Let me know when she’s done, I’m going to see Tony.”

A curt nod from Steve before Bucky walked off in the direction of Tony’s lab. He needed advice and for someone to yell at him. Tony Stark was candidate number one for both at that moment.

“Tony?” Bucky’s voice sounded through the lab, it's dimly lit but he can hear the Ironman tinkering away at something.

“Back here,” A muffled voice called out, and Bucky followed the sound until he finds Tony beneath a table, a screwdriver in his mouth and multiple wires sticking out of one of the Iron Legion suits.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Tony exclaimed quickly getting up when he sees Bucky’s appearance.

“That’s why I’m here.”

Bucky quickly ran through what had happened that night, he left out no details. Down to the fact that he’d kissed you and fully intended on sleeping with you, and Tony just listened with a thoughtful expression on his face.

When Bucky was done, Tony sighed deeply and shook his head.

“You can’t blame yourself, Manchurian,” He said softly, “This wasn’t your fault.”

“Then whose was it? Because it was me that was supposed to protect her and I got fucking distracted because I want to fuck her, I lost focus on the purpose of why I’m here.” Bucky retorted, he was madder at himself than anything.

“Yes but you couldn’t have known about the bomb, which makes me think who the fuck had access to the system in the safe house and how’d they get in and out without us knowing or alerting FRIDAY?”

Tony asked some good questions, and both men looked at each other for a moment, before Bucky’s mind kicked back into work mode.

“We need to see the footage from tonight, everyone who had access to that building. Run facial recognition and bio metric patterns on every single person, I want to know the name of everyone who was in that building.” Bucky demanded, and Tony just nodded already pulling up a screen to get to work. “Sam said it was C4 rigged to go off when the door opened,”

“It’s an insider, it has to be. There is no one else that could have known about that safe house.”

“There were a lot of people there today,” Tony commented as he went through the footage.

“Yes, yes, but I ran background on all of them, there has to be someone we missed.”

“But you don’t miss things,” Tony pointed out arching an eyebrow at him,

“Yeah well, I was a little distracted today, fuck.”

“Hmmm who was assigned to her today?” Tony asked,

“What do you mean?”

“Her detail? Who was in charge?”

“Sam, myself and Steve, why?”

Tony frowned at the screen, “So who's the STRIKE agent who’s doing a very good job at hiding his face from the camera entering the apartment and leaving without being seen?” He mused,

Bucky immediately moved to Tony’s side and peered down at the footage on the screen. He stared at it for a good minute rewinding and re-watching the footage again and again, there was a familiarity to the way this person moved and walked and for the life of him, Bucky could not place who it was.

“I have no fucking idea who that is,” He muttered defeated.

~~~

The first thing you felt when your consciousness woke was just radiating pain across your skull. It’s like a sledgehammer being battered against your head. You groaned and tried to move, the memory of what had happened before you were knocked unconscious shattering through the lethargy that occupied your consciousness and you jolted awake.

Heat, smoke, fire, pain, debris, that was a fucking explosion. Your eyes force themselves open and your head immediately spins in protest.

You gasped for breath and forced your body upright, the muscles screaming in protest and pain wracked through your body.

A strangled cry escaped your throat as your eyes registered your surroundings, white walls, metal single bed, you were hooked up to various IVs and other machines, everything smelled sterile and lemony. A hospital and your first thought was Bucky.

Bucky.

The last thing you remember was being throw across the room and you seeing him take the brunt of the explosion as he tossed you behind him. You knew you fucked up, you should have been behind him, he was going to yell at you for that.

Your mind is scrambling through the memory of the explosion, how many hours had passed? where was Bucky? What the hell had happened to you? Your eyes looked down at your body clad in a cotton hospital gown and you see the various injuries on your body, cuts, stitches, wounds, all gauzed up.

The watch on your wrist was going off incessantly as was the heart rate monitor you were hooked up to. Ignoring the shooting pain in your shoulder and side of your head you pulled out the IVs and other machines hooked up to you.

“FRIDAY?” You spoke to the watch on your wrist,

“Yes?”

“Where’s Bucky?”

“Sergeant Barnes is in the lab with Tony,” She responded,

“Call him for me,”

“I have been given orders not to do that yet,”

“What the fuck, by who?”

“Captain Rogers,”

“He can’t do that,”

“Unfortunately he can, he outranks Sergeant Barnes and my programming doesn’t allow for anyone to override an order once it’s given,”

“Fucking bullshit,”

“I am sorry,” The AI said softly and you ignored her. You got out of the bed, wincing in pain as your bare feet touched the cold floor, your legs buckled slightly and you gasped. Pain wasn’t even an apt word to describe how you felt at that moment, your ankles feeling like they had seen better days, your whole body is screaming in protest, head spinning, ribs tender, your eyes watered from it.

“I would advise staying in bed, you have multiple contusions, a dislocated shoulder, several stitches and staples and a concussion” FRIDAY stated but you ignored her grimacing again at the pain radiating through your left arm.

You looked around the room and spotted clothes that had been neatly folded and left there. Assuming they were for you, you quickly make your way over to them and pull them on. A black sweater, dark shorts and a pair of sneakers. Every movement you made, your arm screamed in pain the sling it was put in didn’t help for shit and the brace your wrist was in was in the way and annoying so you pulled it off.

Your body was still covered in dust and blood, you needed a shower and badly but you wanted to get out of here first.

As you moved towards the door, you tried opening it but it didn’t budge. You tried, again and again, jimmying the handle becoming increasingly frustrated.

“FRIDAY?”

“I’m here.”

“Why is the door locked?”

“Sorry, Captain’s orders.”

“Open the door, please.”

“You do not have the authority to override Captain Rogers orders, I am sorry.”

“Open the fucking door,” You insisted through gritted teeth,

“No.” The defiant response from her makes you grown in frustration and kick the nearby chair only to groan in pain and keel down to your knees. You were suddenly feeling dizzy, the blood rushing to your head. Of course, you were, you had a fucking concussion and had just survived a damn bomb blast.

You sat down on the cold floor for a moment and curved your one free arm around your waist and were suddenly choked with emotion.

You survived a bomb blast …

There was a fucking bomb in your home, and suddenly you felt hot tears falling from your eyes as a guttural sob erupted from your throat.

~~~

It was almost sunrise when Bucky finally found himself making his way to the med-bay you were in. He felt like shit for not coming to see you sooner but the moment Fury had arrived he’d been pulled into a tactical meeting and practically interrogated about the incident.

Arguments ensued, Steve yelled, Fury yelled, Sam yelled, and Bucky just sat their quietly watching them all argue. He couldn’t focus on this meeting not while you were a few floors down in a med bay alone, he had no idea how you were feeling or if anyone had spoken to you about what had happened.

“Barnes! Are you even listening?” Fury snapped at him and Bucky lifted his head, his chin was resting on his fist, he looked at Fury with a blank expression.

“No, no I am not,” He replied almost mutely,

“Do you really think now is the time for shit-” Fury started but Bucky cut him off with a sigh as he rose to his feet,

“Frankly I don’t care about what any of you have to say right now, I have seventy six stitches across my body, a splitting headache and a protection detail in the med bay, I have better things to do than argue logistics with someone who wasn’t there.” Bucky said calmly before walking out.

Needless to say, Fury wasn’t happy and Bucky had to figure out a way to explain this whole mess. Steve advised against telling Fury about his feelings because the last thing they needed was the wrath of Nick Fury raining down on them while they were trying to figure this whole thing out.

After scouring every frame of footage from the apartment, outside and even the street the only thing they had come up with was a partial glance at the suspects face. Other than that, he was like a ghost and this worried every single one of them.

All Bucky kept thinking was maybe all those experiments Hydra had been doing had created another Winter Soldier and this thought terrified him.

What if they’d made them stronger, better, faster, smarter than him and whoever they were succeeded with their task.

Shoving those thoughts aside when he stopped at the door to the room you were in, he inhaled a deep breath before speaking to FRIDAY,

“Hey FRIDAY, can you open up med bay seven please?”

“Right away, Bucky,”

At first, he doesn’t hear anything and his heart jumped in his chest but then he heard a soft hiss and a thud before the door mechanically unlocked and he pushed it open. The moment he stepped into the room Bucky’s heart felt like it had been ripped out of his body as his eyes landed on you in the dim light.

You sat on the bed, an IV drip in your arm, the other cradled against your body in a sling. You were looking down at the phone in your hand, a frown on your face. He could see from the top you wore the multiple cuts and bruises on your body but it was when you looked up at him and he saw the bruise on your cheekbone, the split lower lip and the bloodshot in your right eyes just above it where an obvious blood vessel had burst that made him freeze where he stood.

“Bucky,” You said, your soft voice fracturing him for a moment as he took you in. This was his fault, you almost died because of him, because he was fucking distracted. “Thank God you’re okay,”

Why the hell were you worried about him, he should have been asking if you were okay. He has to practically force his legs to move towards the bed where he takes a slow seat on the chair beside the bed.

“Fuck, fuck…I’m...Jesus. Are you okay?” His voice cracked slightly, his eyes roaming over your injuries.

“You’re Jesus?” Your giggle surprised him, and he lets out a quick chuckle before concern runs through him again when he sees you wince and hold your side again.

“What’s wrong, what hurts?” He asked concernedly he reached out to touch your hand but stopped himself quickly.

“I’m fiiine,” You almost drawled out, sounding slightly lethargic, “Just a few broken ribs, nothing compared to how painful it is to look at myself in the mirror and see what a mess I am,”

Bucky looked at the IV beside the bed and then back at you, realizing you were probably on a seriously heavy dose of painkillers at that moment and high as a kite and he released a shaky breath.

“I’m so sorry,” He muttered softly,

You didn’t say anything, your pretty eyes meeting his and you give him a small smile.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Bucky,”

“No I do, i was supposed to protect you and I-”

“Bucky, stop, we’re both fine. You were protecting me, I mean you tossed me back pretty good never had a guy do that to me before,”

A light laugh comes form you and you winced again, Bucky feels a small relief that you were still yourself and that you were not mad at him but the guilt inside him just grows as he looked at you.

Bucky reached up and feather lightly brushed the bruise on your cheekbone before dropping his hand away again.

“Do you need anything?”

“I’d like to leave this stupid room,” You replied nodding, “Can I go home Bucky? Please?”

“I can’t take you home...” His voice is soft but he understands what you mean by home. You needed familiarity, something comforting in this situation.

“Please, just get me out of here,”

When he sees the tears in your eyes all Bucky wanted to do was hug you, and tell you it was okay and he’s so sorry but he knows he’s got to think with his head at that moment and not his heart.

“We can’t leave just yet, we have-”

“Bucky please…” You cut him off, grabbing his hand. There’s a pleading tone to your voice and his eyes move down to your hand that now gripped his tightly and then back up to your eyes.

“Sweetheart just listen to me, please.” He tried to say but you shook your head, vehemently. There are pain and panic in your eyes, you looked like a caged animal terrified of your surroundings and Bucky felt a surge of panic rise through him.

“No, no, Bucky, you promised you’d always be there for me. So, please, take me home!”

He closed his eyes for a moment then slowly pulled his hand out of yours and looked at you again. “I’m sorry, you have to stay here for your safety.”

His voice was harder than he intended it to be but he had to think with his head and not his heart which was screaming at him telling him to hold you, to take you home and just help you, it’s what he promised himself he would do.

The sob that escaped your throat broke his heart and Bucky reached for you but you shied away from his touch.

“Just get out,” You snarled,

Your anger startled him and he sighed deeply. He deserved this, but it didn’t mean he hated it any less. So slowly rising to his feet Bucky walked towards the exit, he gives you one last lingering look before he shuts the door behind him. Exhaling a deep breath the moment the door closes, Bucky sagged against the door and gripped the handle so tightly he was worried he might snap it and then he heard it.

Your sobs coming from the other side of the door and suddenly his chest felt tight like he couldn’t breathe and before he knew it he was running, he had to get out, away for just a second.

He needed to breathe.

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Bucky stood on a terrace of the tower almost fifty floors up, he breathed in the cool evening air relishing the way it felt on his bare skin. His mind is buzzing, he can’t keep his thoughts quiet. He tries to steady his rapidly beating heart, he feels panic rise inside him. The sound of your sobs echoing in his mind again and again, and he releases a shuddering breath.

He feels himself slipping down that slope, the one that teeters on the edge of a dangerous cliff. Where his memory dam held back all those thoughts that haunted his existence and he felt it break. This isn’t how it was supposed to go, this wasn;t him, he shouldn’t feel this helpless. Bucky had spent so long fighting for control and he had it now, he had all of it.

So why did he feel so helpless, why the fuck couldn’t he control his emotions when it came to you. He wanted to desperately to feel like this was okay, but he was failing nonetheless. It was frightening, and turned his mind to panic.

His chest constricted, Bucky placed his hand over his heart and took a slow, deep breath. Why the hell did he have to fall for you, why the fuck did Steve have to be right and why the fuck was his chest hurting so much every time he replayed the memory of you and him in that hallway.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He cursed loudly whirling around and slamming his fist into the concrete wall behind him. The concrete cracked and cracks spider up the wall, Bucky hit it again deepening the crack before he dropped his metal fist to his side and ripped open the door stalking back into the darkness of the hallway.

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percussiongirl2017 · 5 years ago

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Tell Him I’m Sorry

Title: Tell Him I’m Sorry Pairing: Platonic Reader x Winchesters Summary: A simple run for pizza takes a turn for the worst. Word Count: 1,113 Warnings: Car wreck, description of injuries, angry-ish Dean?, Fluff

Squared Filled: Broken Bone for @spngenrebingo

A/N: This is a repost of an older fic. It has been edited and formatted. This is the first of several fics returning to Tumblr. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated! Tags are below the cut.

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You searched the kitchen for something to cook. Unfortunately, Sam and Dean had neglected going grocery shopping this week. Sighing, you walked to the library and to find Sam sitting at his usual table surrounded by books.

“Hey, Sam.”

“Yeah?” He replied.

“You wanna order pizza?” You ask. “There’s not much in the kitchen unless you want cereal for dinner.”

Sam laughed “I’m cool with pizza.”

“I’m going to check with Dean and we’ll head out.” You called.

You heard the faint chords of Led Zeppelin as you headed for the garage. Dean was leaning over the workbench tinkering on something as you walked in.

“Hey.” He said while wiping the grease off his hands. “What’s up?”

“Sam and I were going to get pizza.” You answered. “Kitchen’s a little empty.”

“That’s cool.” He said. “We’ll go shopping soon.”

“Okay.” You smiled. “We’ll be back later.”

He tossed you the keys to the Impala and you walked back to grab Sam.

“Let’s go.” You said. “We’re going to get pizza.”

“Awesome.” He nodded. “I’m starving.”

You headed outside and climbed into the driver seat. Pulling onto the main road, you couldn’t help but smile because you loved driving Baby. You begged Dean to drive her every chance you could. Sam phoned in the pizza order and you continued to cruise along. You finally pulled into the pizza joint and you sent Sam in with the money. He returned moments later carrying boxes of pizza. You text Dean and let him know you were heading back to the bunker.

“Ready?” You asked Sam as he placed the boxes in the back seat.

“Yep.” He nodded and buckled his seatbelt.

You backed out and started the trip home. You and Sam joked back and forth. You were laughing exceptionally hard when a blur entered your line of vision. Suddenly you were being thrown to the side and you felt the wheels leave the ground. You held onto the steering wheel as the car flipped and finally came to a stop. Opening your eyes, you saw that the whole windshield was shattered and the roof was caved in. Through the shattered windshield you saw that the whole front end was destroyed and your driver door was crushed against your arm.

“Sam?” You croaked out.

You turned your head and saw Sam trying to face you. There was blood trailing down his face and he was reaching out to check on you.

“I’m fine.” He gasped. “You?”

Your arm was pinned between the door and steering wheel and you felt something warm dripping down your face. There was glass all over your lap. You head was pounding and tears formed in your eyes.

“Dean’s going to be so pissed.” You sobbed. “I’m so sorry, Sam.”

“I’m fine, Y/N.” Sam assured you. “Just stay calm.”

“Dean’s going to hate me.” You continued on. “He’s never going to forgive me.”

Your vision started to go fuzzy as the throbbing in your head continued. You heard sirens in the distance and you looked at Sam again. He had managed to get his door open and ran over to your door.

“I’m going to get you out.” He said.

“Don’t.” You ordered. “My arm is pinned between it and the steering wheel. Check on the other driver.”

Sam ran over to the other car as a shadow entered your vision. It was a paramedic.

“Ma'am, can you hear me?” She asked.

“Yes.” You wheezed.

“Okay. We’re going to get you out as quickly as possible. Who’s the gentleman with you?”

“Sam.” You said. “My friend Sam.”

The paramedics worked to keep you conscious as they removed you from the crushed Impala. They loaded you onto a stretcher with a neck brace on and you saw Sam being loaded into another ambulance.

You looked at one of the EMTs. “Tell Dean I’m sorry. Please. Please tell him I’m sorry.”

You closed your eyes as they rushed you to the hospital. When you woke up you saw your arm wrapped in a cast and you felt the presence of something wrapped around your head. The lights made your head hurt and there was a dull pain all of your body. You slowly moved your head and saw Sam sitting up in the chair next to your bed.

“Sam?” You mumbled..

“Hey.” He whispered. “How ya feeling?”

“Sore.” You chuckled, which caused your head to throb. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Slight concussion and cuts and bruises.” He informed you.

“Where’s Dean?” You asked full of worry.

“He’ll be back in a minute.” Sam answered. “Nice cast by the way.”

You looked down at the teal cast and carefully moved your arm.

“Dean picked the color.” Sam laughed.

“How nice of him.” You whispered.

You leaned back against the pillow and closed your eyes. The throbbing didn’t hurt as bad with your eyes closed. The door creaked and you opened your eyes. Dean walked in with a worried look on his face as he approached you.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You ignored his question. “Dean, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wreck the Impala. I-I should have paid more attention to the road.”

The heart monitor beside your bed was spiking from your increasing heart rate.

“Calm down.” Dean gestured. “It’s okay. How are you feeling? You had us really worried.”

“My head hurts.” You admitted. “I’m a little sore. Why aren’t you yelling at me?”

“Why would I be yelling?” He asked.

“I destroyed the Impala!” You screamed and winced from the pain in your head. “I wrecked your Baby.”

“The accident wasn’t your fault.” Sam added. “We were hit by a drunk driver and the Impala flipped. Your arm was broke when the car hit us. You have a concussion.”

“You were unconscious when they brought you in. They were worried you had slipped into a coma.” Dean explained.

“Still. Why aren’t you at least a little mad?” You asked.

Dean sat on the edge of the bed. “I can replace a car. I can’t replace you or Sam.”

“I’ll help you rebuild her.” You offered.

“You need to heal first.” Sam interjected.

“I will.” You lightly chuckled. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Okay.” Dean interrupted. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving. I’m going to get us some food.”

Dean walked out the door and you turned to face Sam.

“He’s way too calm.” You stated. “Did he at least freak out about the Impala?”

Sam smirked. “He made sure you were okay first. Then he went and checked out the damage. He might have cried a little.”

You smiled. “I wouldn’t have him any other way.”

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atc74 · 6 years ago

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What Family Does

Square Filled: Injury

Warnings: Mentions of broken bones and injuries, lots of emotion from the boys

Summary: T/N is hurt on a hunt and TFW 2.0 takes care of her when she comes back home to the Bunker.

Pairing: Dean x Reader (but plenty of Sam, Cas and Jack too)

Word Count: 2153

Written for: @spngenrebingo and my girl @charliebradbury1104 who sent this request: Hi Ang, I have a request for you. Could you write a fic where TFW 2.0 takes care of the reader after she’s injured on a hunt? I was thinking something like a badly broken leg of something where they have to take care of her completely. Could the reader be in a relationship with Dean, but the rest of the guys would take care of her. Maybe she gets really use to it and even when she’s doing better she continue to ask them to do everything for her? You can change any details. Thanks, Liz

Beta’d by: @hannahindie, who is still recovering from the amount of emotion I force fed her with the last three fics.

“Welcome home!” Sam, Cas and Jack all greeted Y/N as Dean carried her through the Bunker into the family room. He set her gently in the recliner, popping up the leg rest to keep her leg elevated. He then placed a pillow under the casted arm, making her more comfortable.

Sam was the first to kneel down beside her chair, pulling her into a slight hug, mindful of the cast and injuries. “I’m so glad you’re home and okay.”

“Thanks, Sammy. I missed you guys,” she kissed him lightly on the cheek before he pulled away, letting Cas take his place.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t heal you, Y/N. You deserve to be healthy,” Cas apologized, his eyes cast downwards.

“Cas, I’m okay. And I will be healthy in a couple months, alright?” She tilted his head upwards so she could look him in the eye.

“I’m going to make you some tea,” he left with a quick kiss to her forehead and left the room.

“Jack, come here kiddo,” she reached out her good arm to him and he took it, coming to sit next to the chair.

“I’m sorry you were injured, Y/N. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. If I had my grace, this wouldn’t have happened,” Jack teared up as he looked at her.

“Jack, this is not on you, okay? I’m going to be fine in no time, the doc says. What do you say we watch a movie?” Y/N smiled at the young man. He nodded enthusiastically and went to the room she shared with Dean to find a movie.

Dean returned with an extra blanket, a bottle of water and pain medication. “Here Sweetheart, time to take your meds.” He handed them to her with the water, waiting for her to finish before he capped the bottle. He had moved a small table next to the chair so everything was easily within reach. He placed her fully charged cell on the surface as well.

“Thank you, Dean,” she yawned, pulling the blanket over her lap.

It wasn’t long before she was asleep, Jack still watching the movie intently. Cas and Sam kept Dean company in the kitchen while he prepared dinner.

“So, how is she really?” Cas was the first to break the silence.

“Better than expected. Three broken ribs, left leg broken in four places, two fractures in her left arm, concussion...it could have been so much worse,” Dean counted off your injuries. The doctors had kept her in the hospital for a week to ensure she didn’t have any complications after the surgeries to repair the broken bones.

“Dean, I’m sor-” Cas started to apologize again, but Dean stopped him.

“Dammit Cas! I told you, we both told you, it’s not on you, man! You couldn’t have seen this coming and you couldn’t have prevented it. Somethings just can’t be helped,” Dean returned his attention to dinner.

“She seems to be doing well, Dean,” Sam commented as he put together a small salad for them.

“She is. She is in good spirits, but she is in a shit ton of pain still and probably will be for some time,” Dean acknowledged.

“You’ve been at the hospital with her nonstop since she got hurt, Dean. I’ll take the first shift with her tonight, okay? I can sleep on the couch in there with her and make sure she has what she needs. You sleep tonight. Cas and I can handle this,” Sam reassured his brother. “We take care of each other. It’s what family does.”

“I can’t seem to sleep. Like if I do, she’ll disappear, just slip right through my fingers,” Dean sighed. He was exhausted and it was physically evident. He needed rest.

“I can help with that, just a few hours, okay?” Cas offered hesitantly, knowing Dean wasn’t keen on most types of angelic assistance.

“I just might take you up on that Cas,” Dean lamented. “Soup’s on!”

Dean had taken Cas up on his offer and was getting a solid four hours each night and even napping with Y/N as she had taken up residence in the family room. She was healing nicely and was due back at the doctor in one week to check the healing and switch out her casts.

The most difficult thing was getting her to and from the bathroom and in the shower. That was the only task Dean would not let anyone else take on. She was his girlfriend and letting the others see her in any state of undress would be wrong. He didn’t mind. More often than not, after her casts were securely wrapped to stay dry, he would sit behind her in the bath and it was a quiet little escape for the two of them.

~*~

“Only three weeks left, thank God!” Y/N exclaimed as Dean carried her into the kitchen, setting her down at the table. She still wasn’t able to move around by herself, but the doc had given her a new cast, saying the femur healed nicely. She now just had a cast on just below her knee, allowing her to sit at the table for the first time in six weeks.

“That’s great!” Sam was relieved, knowing the toll it was taking on his brother, though they were all taking turns helping out.

Cas and Jack were currently on a supply run and Sam was doing laundry and light cleaning. Y/N was moving back into her and Dean’s room and he wanted it nice and clean when they got into bed that night.

“I ordered pizza for dinner, and Cas and Jack are coming with dessert,” Sam commented.

“Sounds delicious!” Y/N said, rubbing her hands together.

~*~

“Jack!” Y/N yelled for Jack some days later.

“What? What’s wrong?” Jack flew around the corner, narrowly missing hitting his head on the door.

“Can you get me some ice cream? And a glass of water?” she smiled innocently at him. Jack was a sweet boy and just smiled back.

“Of course. I’ll be right back!” He told her.

Minutes later, he returned with a tray and a bottle of water. He set the tray in her lap. There were two bowls, a small pitcher of chocolate syrup, and two small bowls; one with sprinkles, the other with nuts.

“I wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I brought it all,” Jack said proudly.

“Thank you, Jack!” Y/N gushed and set out making her own special sundae.

~*~

“Cas!”

“Yes, Y/N? How can I be of assistance?” Cas appeared in her doorway.

“Dean is out, but I need to use the restroom,” she told him shyly. “Can you help me to the bathroom, then wait, while I, you know?”

“Of course, Y/N. Anything you need,” Cas replied. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the communal bathroom, setting her down next to the stalls. “I shall wait just outside the door. Shout when you are done.”

~*~

“Sam!”

“Yeah! What’s wrong?” Sam rushed into the room, slightly out of breath.

“Can you help me wash my hair today?” she asked sweetly. “And maybe blow dry it and curl it for me? I feel so gross being cooped up and not being able to properly take care of it, it’s disgusting!”

“That I can do. Let me get everything set up and I’ll come back for you,” Sam agreed.

“Oh God, that feels good,” Y/N moaned as Sam massaged the shampoo through her hair. “Dean does a good job, but he’s done so much for me already, you know?”

“We don’t mind helping, Y/N. It’s was family is for,” Sam brushed it off as he rinsed her hair.

An hour later, she was feeling much better with freshly cleaned and styled hair. She felt pretty for the first time in months.

~*~

“Dean! I got a walking cast!” Y/N was beyond thrilled to have the heavy plaster off her leg and arm. She would still be wearing a splint on her arm for a couple more weeks, but only at night. The walking cast for her leg could be taken off at night to sleep, making her much more comfortable than she had been. She could finally shower by herself and not be such a burden on everyone.

“That’s great sweetheart! Let’s celebrate!” Dean took her home and helped her get ready and they headed out for a quiet dinner at their favorite diner.

“It’s so nice to get out of the house for something other than a doctor’s appointment!” she exalted at the feeling of fresh air on her face and the wind shipping through her hair as Dean drove down the road.

That night as they crawled into bed, she secured her splint and curled into Dean’s side. “Thank you for taking such good care of me for the last couple of months. I know it hasn't been easy and I have been kind of a pain and I’m sorry for that.”

“Y/N, you have had every excuse to be a bit salty. God knows I would have been all ‘One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest’, all tied down here. But you’ve been a pretty damn good patient. No complaints from me. Now the guys, once they get back, maybe…” he teased.

~*~

“Y/N! What do you think you are doing?” Jack stopped in his tracks as he entered the kitchen, seeing Y/N at the stove. “You need to rest!”

Jack carried her to library, placing her down in one of the overstuffed chairs, then returned to the kitchen to finish up her lunch of soup and toast. He brought it to her on a tray with a cup of tea and a water.

~*~

“Y/N, where are you going?” Sam almost knocked into her in the hall.

“I need to pee, Sam,” she rolled her eyes.

Sam simply picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. “Shout when you’re done.” He closed the door and waited on the other side.

~*~

“Y/N, Sweetheart! Come here, I have a surprise for you!” Dean called from the kitchen.

Y/N hobbled on her new walking boot, but it was getting easier. She rounded the corner only to see Cas giving her a look.

He just picked her up and carried her to Dean in the kitchen.

“Cas? Ahh, what are you doing carrying my girlfriend?” Dean looked at his friend.

“She isn’t supposed to be walking, Dean. We all agreed to take care of her and I am not letting her walk all the way to the kitchen by herself!” Cas reprimanded Dean and stalked out of the kitchen.

Sam walked in just as Dean and Y/N were struggling to control their laughter. “What’s got you guys in stitches?”

“Oh, something Cas said,” she waved him off.

“Cas! Jack!” she called through the door. “Watch.”

A moment pass before both Jack and Cass pushed their way into the kitchen, one at each entrance.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” they asked simultaneously.

“Nothing, boys. Everything is fine. In fact, I think we forgot to tell you the doctor lifted my weight restrictions and I can walk with this hard plastic walking boot now. So y’all can stop taking care of me,” she showed them the boot and their faces lit up.

“When?” Sam asked curiously, surprised you hadn’t said anything.

“When you guys were on that hunt last week. But I kinda got used to everyone taking care of me, I may have just forgot to mention it,” she giggled.

“Taking advantage, huh?” Dean winked at her, before returning the weapons he had been cleaning to the armory. “That’s my girl!”

“Well, to thank you all for everything you have done for me for that last several weeks, I am cooking dinner tonight! There is already a beautiful beef roast in the oven and dinner will be ready in just a couple more hours,” she stood to get started on the potatoes and carrots when Jack stopped her.

“I’ll do it, Y/N,” he said. “I like helping.”

“But you don’t have to, Jack. I can do it myself, now,” she reminded him.

“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should have to do it all yourself. Even mom’s need help now and then,” Jack shrugged and went about his task.

“Sweetheart, why are crying?” Dean’s face filled with worry when he returned the kitchen.

“Jack just called me mom,” she whispered, looking up at him.

“Is that a good thing?” Dean asked, not sure.

“Yeah, it is. I wonder how he is going to react when we tell him he’s going to be a big brother,” she smiled up at Dean.

“He’s going to be stoked, Sweetheart. You’re already an incredible mom,” Dean leaned down and kissed her sweetly, one hand on her stomach.

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idledblog · 8 years ago

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A car, A torch, A death

*Ooops decided to use a twenty one pilots song* (Prompt- Car crash, The reader almost doesn't make it? or if you do personals, My names Caroline)

Caroline's POV

"I can't believe you messed this up" Dean growled from beside me, gripping the wheel tighter "It's not like I meant to!" I snapped "Sam wouldn't have messed up" He snapped "So sorry sam has a concussion and I had to take over" I rolled my eyes "You almost got me killed, Caroline" "Not like I meant to, Dean" he let out a low grunt "I don't even know why I agreed to have you help, you suck at this shit" he sped up a little "Shut up." I snapped "Don't be such a bitch" He snapped back "FUCK OFF" I screamed his head snapped to look at me "I fucking hate you" My heart sunk "That's real nice, what would you do if that was the last thing you ever said to me?" he scoffed "You're so dramatic, that shit only happens in movies, I hate you, I hate you, I hat-" He was cut off by a pickup truck T-boning us on my side, The force of the impact cause the small black Impala to do several flips.

As soon as the truck hit I looked over to Dean, Wanting him to be the last thing I see, The car was filled with the sound of breaking glass, and our screams. The car finally stilled and my ears were hit with silence, too silent for what had just happened. It was almost deafening. Soon Deans voice cut through the silence with sheer panic "Caroline?!" His voice was shaking, I had no energy to show any signs of life, I was drifting and I knew it, And I wasn't even able to tell Dean I loved him that I forgive him for the events that happened just moments before the wreck "N-No... Please. Shit, Baby answer me." His breathing was un-even, I felt pressure on my neck, that I soon registered to be Deans fingers "Sh-Sh-Shit..." he let out a sob.

Third POV

Dean pulled out his phone, Guilt boiling up inside of him, Why did he have to be so stupid.... She was right... He could never take those words back. Not if she died... He didn't hate her, he never did "FUCK" He shouted when he realized his phone was a wreck and he couldn't call for help,....

"H-EL-P" His voice cracked, after a few minutes of yelling he gave up. Reaching over to check Caroline's pulse again, It had slowed dramatically, Just at that moment, he heard sirens... "Care please... I don- I don't hate you.... I love you so much. Please don't leave me...." He sobbed.

"What happened here, sir?" One of the paramedics asked Dean "Car crash obviously! God... Help her not me... I'm fine" He sobbed again...

Caroline's POV

I heard sirens, there was something over my face and I heard machines whirring and Dean.... He was shouting, "Save her, please... Ohmygod" he was distressed... But why... What was happening... I was in pain... I could barely breathe.... But why... What was happening... "I'm sorry.... Baby I don't hate you" Hate me? why would you? I need answers.... But I can't move... I heard the beeping get faster "What are you doing over there!" Dean sobbed... I would give anything to just hold him.... "Sir you need to stay laying down" I hear an unfamiliar voice order... It was much calmer than Deans panic stricken voice. "Were losing her!" I hear someone else shout, followed by Deans sob "Please don't take her you son of a bitch, You get her out of this or I swear I'll march to heaven myself and kick your ass" I hear Dean mumble, soon everything went black again.

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The first thing to come back to me was my hearing... And I wished it wasn't. Because the sound of how broken and guilty Dean sounded made me sick...

"Don't you dare leave me.... Care. I swear to god... I will break our agreement and sell my soul. Because this wasnt a demon that killed you it was a stupid idiot who hit you... I didn't mean it. I love you so much.... So much it hurts.... If I could take it back I would.... You were right... I hate myself... It should be me in this bed dying. Not you.... I swear I never meant it. I don't what that to be that last thing I said to you..... Jesus.... Open your eyes..." I still have no clue on what's gong on, or what had happened.... I soon felt pain again, then my chest restrict... I couldn't breathe. "Somebody help me!" I heard Dean shout, I felt his had on my face "Stay with me babe... fight it. Fight it because I love you" then once again I was sucked into the blackness.

I was getting exhausted fighting for your life is harder than you think. I didn't want to fight anymore.... I slowly cracked open my eyes, for what seemed like the first time is a year.... Dean was sitting there head tilted down.... "Hey Dean" I smiled... Happy to finally be awake... But he made to movement... Instead, he sniffled "I'm so fucking sorry Care.... I... Please don't leave..." I looked at him confused "Dean, I'm right here what are you talking about... Why am I in the hospital" I laughed a little again no response....

"Dean you have to get some rest...." Sam said peaking his head through the door... "Damn it Sam.... Stop with that." Dean snapped. I groaned flopping back down on my back... this time I was surrounded by white instead of black.....

"CLEAR" I felt a sharp pain surge through me "She's stable... For now" "Thank you....." "No problem... Page us if she wakes up yeah?" "Yeah... We will"

I hear a door close and a hand grasp mine... "Caroline.... I... I know you hate when I do this because... and I quote "If it's my damn time don't fuck with it" But I'm not letting you go with my last words being "I hate you" So.... I called cas.... You're gonna be just fine... I promise...." I rolled my eyes and made a mental note to kick Deans ass... If I even remember this...

"Where is she?" I hear his gruff voice... "Right here...." Sam sighed "I Apologize... Caroline... This will hurt" I felt two fingers on my forehead and a burning hot pain through my whole body.

Moments later I shot straight up in a gasping breath, Shortly after a fit of choking and coughing. "Hey, its okay... Breathe.... I got you" I heard Dean whisper with his hand on my back "Sam.. Nurse..." He sounded less on edge. More content...

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"Well Caroline. You must have an angel on your shoulder or something" The doctor laughed "We were sure you weren't gonna make it" I rolled my eyes "That's reassuring" My throat was dry... "HAha... We'll We're all glad your okay" He said before leaving, I was then attacked by Dean, In the tightest hug I've ever had "I didn't mean it... I promise. I love you so much....."

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Nothing like Home: Chapter 15 (Steve x reader, Bucky x Reader)

Chapter 15 (Nothing Like Home)

Steve x Reader x (Angsty Steve Rogers!) Bucky x reader

Summary: Steve has found Bucky, but the relationship between the reader and Steve has gone sideways. There isn’t a happy ending here. Steve and the reader have a tumultuous relationship. There is so much working against them at this point, yet somehow hey always end up back at square one with each other.

A/N: Relationships get a little blurred and indecisive. I tried to normalize life for the characters a little. I like writing them as normal as possible.

Word Count: 4136

Warnings: Smut, swearing? (I am sorry guys, I was kind of drunk when I wrote the smut, I got a little carried away :P)

You were confined to the infirmary for four days before Tony or any of the other Avengers came to see you. You had a blood transfusion, meals were regular, and the doctors checked up on you every couple of hours, but none of your teammates came to see you. The only person you really had to talk to was F.R.I.D.A.Y. but the A.I wasn’t really any company. You felt yourself going stir crazy, your wounds were healing rapidly but they were tender from the staples.

Finally, on the fifth day, Steve came to see you. You had just gotten out of the shower when he walked into the room, you stood by the bathroom mirror in your towel examining your scarred body. When you saw him you quickly covered yourself up,

“I mean it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before,” he pointed out,

You shrugged, “Different time, different situation, I guess.” You replied,

He nodded then took a seat on the of the chairs in the room, “Get dressed, I’ll wait.” Steve said gesturing to the bathroom where your clothes were.

You nodded and hurriedly returned to the bathroom to get dressed. you emerged a few minutes later dressed in a simple black tshirt and leggings, your hair still wet. Steve was looking through the small bookshelf in the infirmary room, Tony had it sent to your room with a variety of books on it on the first day of your confinement.

He turned around when you walked back into the room, pausing he looked you once over then sat down. “How are you feeling?” He asked you,

“Better than before,” Your curt response,

He nodded, then gestured for you to sit down. You take a seat on the couch nearby and patiently wait for him to start talking. Your nerves are on edge, all you want to do is fix this ocean between the two of you, but you knew this was a situation where it needed to come from him.

“The teams talked it over, you can leave the infirmary” He began, “But there are strict conditions, T’Challa is going to be arriving today to see if his team can help remove the trigger words from your memory, until then you can’t leave the compound or have any sort of communication with anyone outside of it.”

You didn’t say anything, Steve sighed irritated. “Are you going to say something?” he snapped,

“I don’t know what there is left for me to say…” You replied quietly,

“Say you’re sorry you lied, say you were going to tell me eventually, just say something to fix this Y/N!” he shouted,

You knew Steve was just hurting, so you ignored the fact that he was yelling. Hell, at this point you were just glad he was speaking to you. Steve stood up suddenly and walked over to where you were, and got on his knees in front of you, grabbing your hands.

“Why is it so difficult to love you?!” He said exasperated, “why can’t it just be simple,”

You look into his blue eyes and felt the tears threatening to fall. You had fucked up, and you wanted to fix this, but you couldn’t. you were beyond the point of redemption by now, Steve would never trust you again after this. He was right, you had broken his trust too many times.

“Steve, I am sorry, I truly am. But I won’t apologize for who I am,” You said, “I have run from this my whole life, I came to the Avengers looking for redemption for what I had done, I have paid my penance but if you can’t forgive me then I can’t stay here anymore or be a part of this team”, tears falling freely now.

You could see just how much your words hurt Steve, but you didn’t take them back. It had to be said, you knew things would never work between the two of you and it was time to accept that fact, no matter how many times you were drawn back to him.

Steve sighed deeply and wiped a tear from your cheek, “I love you Y/N, I really do…” he paused, “But it’s the secrets and the lies, that I am finding difficulty with.”

“There are always going to be parts of me that I won’t share with anyone, Steve” you said, “Every single one of us has secrets from each other, given mine was life altering, you cannot sit here and tell me everyone here is an open book with you.”

He was silent for a moment, then stood up. “You can go to your room if you’d like” he said, “I know Bucky wants to see you.” The way he said that almost sounded bitter, but you didn’t think anything of it, you just nodded and followed him out of the infirmary. Thanking whatever gods there were that you were free of that min numbing room.

A few weeks later, once you could be around everyone again, Bucky and Sam came to your room with a bottle of tequila. Since the incident, you had avoided everyone in the compound, keeping mostly to yourself. You had so many apologies to make, you had started with Natasha whom you had beat up pretty badly, she had multiple contusions on her face and a fractured wrist and collar bone. Sam and Bucky were next, you apologized for putting Sam’s head through a wall and for kicking Bucky off the balcony in the living room, they made it out with a few concussions and cuts, so they laughed it off. Tony had apologized to you for the gashes on your abdomen, no one explained how you had gotten them yet but apparently it had something to do with falling out the window.

The worst was apologizing to Steve, after everything he took it in his stride, but you knew there was now an ocean of distrust between the two of you, and no matter what you did it was going to take time before everything was okay again.

“The fun brigade is here!” Sam announced practically kicking your door open, a bottle of tequila in one hand and peach schnapps in the other. Behind him Bucky walked in with a smile on his face, holding shot glasses and more alcohol.

“We are here to help you drink your sorrows away,” Sam said placing the alcohol on the dresser, he was so proud of himself.

You looked between Sam and Bucky, they both looked like two frat boys who just found out they were on spring break again. “Guys as much as I would love to drink my sorrows away, I’m really not in the mood.” You say sighing,

“We don’t care,” Bucky said, you looked up at him in surprise, “We are doing this, and no one is arguing about it.”

You knew you weren’t getting out of this, these two were an immovable force when they wanted to do something, you sighed “Fine, bring that bottle of tequila here,” you say holding out your metal arm and motioning for Sam to hand it to you.

Sam and Bucky fist bump with big grins on their face, “Bro.” Sam said, looking at Bucky,

“Bro,” Bucky nodded in acknowledgment,

You looked between the two of them with a disgusted look on your face, “I don’t like this,” you said pointing at the two of them, “Since when are you two a thing?”

Sam shrugged, “Don’t know what you mean, just pour the damn tequila” he said jumping on to the bed with you.

Bucky got started with pouring tequila in the shot glasses, while Sam flipped through a magazine that lay on your bed, “Do you really read this garbage?” he asked you, it was a gossip magazine, you never really paid any attention but this one just so happened to have Steve on the cover and you were curious to see what it said about the Star Spangled man with a plan, well at least according to the headline that is.

“No, I was bored, and it was the only thing around,” you respond nonchalantly,

“Uh huh,” Sam doesn’t buy it when he looks at the cover and see’s Steve,

Bucky hands you a shot glass, “Bottoms up pal,” he says, you cheers with them and down your shot, the liquor burned as it went down your throat but you weren’t complaining.

The evening turned into a shit show, Sam, Bucky and yourself had gone through the entire bottle of tequila and half a bottle of schnapps by the evening and were now drunk dancing around your room, making a massive racket.

“Never have I ever, fantasized about kissing my best friend!” Sam said, pouring more shots,

Bucky and you both shrug and take a drink. Sam howls with laughter, “You want to kiss Steve?!” he said doubling over with laughter,

“Not in a sexual way! In a I love you pal, kind of way.” He said defending himself,

“I don’t think that’s a thing,” You chimed in drunkenly laughing,

“Ok, ok!” Bucky said, raising his hands swaying slightly from inebriation, “never have I ever, lied to someone I wanted to have sex with!”

You all take a drink, that was an obvious one.

“How else do you sleep with someone if you don’t lie to them?” Sam said,

“Exactly, you have to flourish your stories with lies to get anyone into bed!” Bucky agreed,

You shook your head, “Well you don’t always have to lie if its love,” you say,

“BOOOO,” Both Bucky and Sam heckled you, throwing pillows at you.

“Okay! My turn!” you say laughing, “Never have I ever injured myself while trying to impress a guy or girl in bed,”

You were the only one who drank, both Sam and Bucky burst out laughing.

“What did you do?” Bucky asked with a shocked amused look on his face,

“Oh, this is a story I HAVE to hear!” Sam laughed harder,

“I am not talking about this with the two of you,” You complained,

“Then you have to drink more!” Sam said handing you the bottle of schnapps, you shrugged and grabbed it from him and took a swig. The sweet alcohol going straight to your head.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door but before you any of you could respond the door swung open. Steve stood in the doorway, looking at the three of you. You still had the bottle of schnapps to your lips when he walked in, “What in the name of all that is good are the three of you doing in here?” He asked incredulously, Steve looked like a dad who had just caught his kids drinking for the first time as he observed the three of you, standing in front of him.

“House party!” Sam said a little too excitedly, acting like a teenager.

You choked on the schnapps in your mouth, and couldn’t hold it in any longer, you burst out laughing and sprayed Schnapps all over Bucky’s face. He stood there looking utterly shocked covered in schnapps.

Without warning, Steve burst out laughing at the look on Bucky’s face. He stood in the doorway doubling over with laughter for a good minute. None of you knew how to react to this moment, you all just kind of looked at each other and then at Steve. He stopped laughing and then looked serious for a moment,

“If we are going to have a party, I think we should do it correctly.” He said solemnly,

All three of you looked at each other in confusion. Did Steve really just suggest throwing a party, Bucky had a big grin on his face, “Yes! I love this attitude!” he said moving forward and grabbing Steve’s shoulder.

Sam and Bucky in their slightly inebriated state had quickly gone into party planning mode and rushed out of your room to inform the rest of the team about the Captains impromptu party.

Steve stood awkwardly in the doorway, observing you. “You can come in, you know” You say gesturing him in, He walked in a few steps and then leaned against the dresser looking around your now messy room, “They wrecked your room,” he said looking around. It was a royal mess, shot glasses were strewn on the dresser, alcohol spills on the carpet, pillows, clothes and shoes all over the place, knives were just laying on the bed from when Bucky was showing Sam how to flip a blade.

“Yeah, we got a little carried away,” you chuckled, he laughed as well.

“Since when did Sam and Buck become best friends?” you asked him,

Steve shrugged, “Happened over night, guess they discovered each other’s mutual need to be a party animal and friendship blossomed.” He replied,

“I don’t like it, they are a hurricane together” you joked,

“Well its better than having them at each other’s throats all the time,” Steve pointed out,

You nod in agreement, a silence falls between the two of you, it had been hard to talk to Steve lately, he wasn’t forth coming, and you were tired of saying you were sorry. This was probably the most you two had talked since the incident.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. suddenly spoke over the intercom, “Miss Y/L/N, Captain Rogers? Sargent Barnes and Mr Wilson have requested your presence in the living room,”

“Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Steve responded, “Shall we?” he asked you,

“Give me a minute let me freshen up,” you said, quickly darting to the bathroom to splash water on your face and fix your hair.

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In the short while that Sam and Bucky had vanished off to go gather the team, they had managed to find more alcohol, order pizza and drag everyone to the living room where they had set up a beer pong table and a dance floor.

Tony was sitting on the couch with Pepper, looking ever so amused at the situation unfolding before you.

“You know, I didn’t think I was funding a house full of party animals,” he said to pepper with an entertained smile,

“You knew what you were funding,” she replied rolling her eyes,

You and Steve walked into the living room and immediately Bucky handed you a drink, “Chug.” He ordered, you looked at him confused, “Anyone who walks in has to down a drink.” He explained,

You groaned but didn’t fight it, you just chugged the drink in your hand. It was a mixture of different alcohol and dash and it was revolting.

“Ugh, what the fuck was that?” you say disgusted,

“We named it liquid courage,” Sam said laughing, he was pouring more drinks for everyone, somehow even though they were earths mightiest heroes, the Avengers team still acted like a group of college kids on spring break.

As the evening wore on, everyone loosened up and began having a little more fun. A few more people joined them on the compound, Maria Hill, Rhodey, and even Clint made a surprise appearance.

You were having a great time, you didn’t feel ostracized anymore. It was as if they had all forgotten who you were as you chatted with extreme ease with your fellow Avengers. Bucky was stuck to your side the whole night, the two of you chatting endlessly about everything.

“Okay listen up!” Tony stood up on the table, “This is what we are going to do,” he announced gathering everyone around him as he swayed drunkenly.

“Y/N versus Bucky, Bionic arm wrestling!” He shouted, everyone cheered in agreement.

You look at Bucky and he shrugs “Why the hell not,” he says, his words slightly slurred at how inebriated he was.

You place your elbow on the table, readying your hand as much gripped into it with his metal arm. You look into each other’s eyes, Bucky’s steel blue eyes made your heart jump and you quickly looked away. as gorgeous and charming as he was you had to stay away from complicating your life further. Even drunk you knew you had to hide those feelings.

Bucky had a devilish grin on his face, “You’re going to lose pal,” he taunts you,

You just grinned back at him, “Lets do this,” and then you began.

It was less than a minute when Bucky bested you, you demanded a rematch, but everyone just booed. by this point in the evening you were drunk as all hell, as you stood up from the table, you swayed you head spinning. Steve was quickly at your side putting his arm around your waist, “Think you should go lie down,”, you look up into his blue eyes and in your drunken state you just wanted to kiss him.

But instead you turn to your fellow Avengers, “Hey, hey everyone!” you say loudly, “I have something to tell you.”

“Oh no,” you hear Steve groan, it was like he just knew you were going to embarrass yourself. “Come on, lets get you to bed,” he insists,

“No wait, guys listen,” slur drunkenly, “Sex and I had Steve!” you pause, ‘No wait, Steve and I had sex!” you said proudly, “And It was fantastic, Steve has such a big,” but he doesn’t let you finish your sentence, he clamps his hand over your mouth quickly, “Ok, we’ve heard enough, lets go” he says.

Sam looked at Bucky, ‘I told you! Pay up buddy!” he shouted drunkenly,

Tony and pepper just laughed, “We all already knew that dear,” he said,”You two aren’t very subtle,”

Natasha lifted her glass just as drunk as you were, “Salud,” she muttered downing her drink.

Wanda was on the couch pretty much passed out, she was a lightweight when it came to drinking with the rest of the team. and the others were all just drunkenly laughing at your confession.

Steve lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder he was drunk as well just maybe not as drunk as you. The fast movement made you feel sick, but you were too drunk to protest it. Everyone started clapping when he started walking out the room with you over his shoulder, and you raised your arms up “We’re going to have sex again!” you shouted,

“No, we’re not.” Called out Steve as he walked away, not looking behind him at his friends who were doubling over with laughter at the situation. Bucky groaned shaking his head in embarrassment for you.

Your room was a mess, so Steve took you to his room, he gently placed you on the bed, you were drunkenly babbling about something or the other while taking your clothes off.

“What are you doing?” he asked you, as you took your shorts off.

“Well I am not sleeping in my clothes,” you said nonchalantly, “So give me a shirt or something to sleep in.” you sounded a little demanding, but it didn’t bother Steve, he half chuckled and then went into the closet and returned with a white t-shirt for you.

You grabbed the t-shirt from him mumbling thanks, and pulling it on then you turn away from him. Steve quickly grabs your wrist pulling you toward him, your body is now suddenly pressed against his. He looks down at you and your breath catches as you gaze his dazzling blue eyes,

“Out of all the women in the world, I had to fall in love with the most difficult one of them all,” he starts softly, and pulls your face towards his, “I want to move on and let you go but you’re all I think about,”

He kisses you softly, pulling you closer to him. You reach up and hold his face as you kiss, Steve relaxes beneath your touch. You know in your drunken state that you are both going to have to talk about this in the morning, but you don’t care in the moment. You were drunk and horny, and Steve was on the same level as you,

His hands move down to your hips and he grips onto them, suddenly pushing you back against the wall, you gasp in shock at his sudden roughness, but you weren’t complaining. Steve began kissing you again, picking you up against the wall so that you were straddling him. He broke away from the kiss for a moment to look at you then without warning he practically ripped the t-shirt off you, and began to trace kisses across your neck and chest. A soft moan escapes your lips as your heart rate increases, your breath catches as he touches you.

“Steve...” you say softly, threading your fingers in his blonde hair.

He suddenly pulls you away from the wall, carries you over to the bed and tosses you on it. Then climbs on top of you, and starts kissing you again, drunk or not Steve was always a great kisser you couldn’t deny that. you loved kissing him, suddenly he stopped and flipped you onto your stomach, an unexpected move but your excitement piqued as he gripped your hips, pulled you towards him and took you from behind.

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The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache. you groaned as you opened your eyes, everything hurt. You were in Steve’s arms, your head resting upon his chest. He was soundly sleeping beside you, the warm glow of the morning sun making him look almost ethereal. you moved slowly trying to maneuver out of his arms without waking him,

“Hmmm… don’t go,” Steve muttered sleepily, pulling you closer

“I have to use the bathroom,” you replied, “I’ll be right back,” giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. He smiled keeping his eyes closed as you got off the bed and pulled on one of shirt and disappeared into the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, you drank about a liter of water trying to flush out some of the alcohol in your body. You examined yourself in the mirror, there were contusions, scratches and hickeys all over your body from your love making with Steve. He had been so rough yet so loving at the same time, it was a new side of him you saw last night. there were bits and pieces that were blank, but you would figure that out later.

Grabbing a spare toothbrush off the shelf, you brush your teeth, tie up your hair and freshen yourself up before going back into the room. Steve was still sleeping, and you thought it was best to leave him to sleep. You tiptoe towards the door grabbing your clothes that were strewn across the room, and were about to leave when Steve woke up sleepily and looked at you, “Where are you going?” he askes groggily looking around in a daze,

“I was going to get us some breakfast, go back to sleep, I’ll be back in a bit,” You replied smiling at him,

“I’ll come with you,” he offered, sitting up.

“No, no its fine Steve, sleep” you walk to the bedside and kissed him twice, “I’ll bring you breakfast in bed,” you smile,

Steve runs his hand through your hair and then pulls your face towards his again and kisses you, “I love you Y/N,” he said quietly then closes his eyes,

You didn’t respond, you couldn’t, because as much as you adored him you didn’t know if you loved Steve at this point, so you just touched his face and then left the room, shutting the door quietly behind you.

“Late night?” Bucky’s voice comes from behind you, making you jump.

You were standing at the kitchen counter making coffee for yourself and Steve when he walked in, and you hadn’t heard him do so.

“Ugh, how much did we drink last night?” You ask him,

Bucky’s gaze fell over your scantily clad body, “We practically emptied the bar,” he responded his gaze still on your body.

“Coffee?” You asked, gesturing to the mugs in front of you, he nodded and moved towards you taking a mug off the shelf and handing it to you.

“Steve still asleep?” He asks, you knew there was more to that question and you couldn’t meet his gaze.

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen him since he put me to bed.” You lied, Bucky snorted, he knew you were lying but he didn’t say anything. Instead he leaned closer to you, your heart starting to race as he got closer, he licked the side of his lip and for a moment you thought he as going to kiss you but then he reached passed you and grabbed one of the mugs of coffee you had already made,

“I’ll just take this,” he said, then he turned around and walked out of the kitchen, leaving you to deal with your mini heart attack. As much as you had a bond with Steve, there was connection to Bucky more so, Sometimes it felt like Bucky set your whole existence on fire just by being around him and that scared the living shit out of you.

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