#and i just sat here and peeled off the bandage and went oH. this is what my sister mentioned happens to her and she has a diagnosed adhesiv

[swampdrive]

So it turns out that wearing a bandage for 2 hours and having it make your arm feel like its covered in fire ants for that entire length of time is not in fact normal and means u have an adhesive allergy.

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Whumptober 2024 No. 6- Not Realizing They're Injured/ "It's Not My Blood"

This one is a bit long, so I've put it under the cut!

Whumpee stumbled back into the base. They intended to pass everyone by and go straight to their room; they felt tired after that scuffle with Whumper's team.

“Hey, you're finally home,” Teammate said, “you could've said something.”

“Sorry,” Whumpee said, “I'm just really really tired.”

Teammate gave them a strange look. Whumpee shrugged it off and meant to move past them, but Teammate stopped them.

“Hang on,” they said, “Medic, can you come here for a sec?”

Medic closed their book and approached the pair. They looked Whumpee up and down.

“What are you hiding?” Medic asked sternly.

“Hiding?” Whumpee asked, “I’m not hiding anything…”

Teammate went to argue, but then their eyes landed on Whumpee’s shirt.

“Oh my gosh,” they whispered, “is that blood?”

“Blood?” Whumpee said, suddenly having trouble getting their words out.

They followed Teammate’s gaze and went pale. A deep red stain bloomed on their shirt, getting larger and larger.

“Huh, well, it’s not my blood,” Whumpee slurred.

Without warning they lurched forward. Medic and Teammate barely caught them.

“Help me get them to the med bay, then call Caretaker and Leader,” Medic ordered.

“Wha’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Teammate lied.

Teammate and Medic helped Whumpee onto an operating table.

“On an unrelated note, where were you this evening?” Teammate asked.

Whumpee’s head lolled to the side, their breathing becoming labored.

“I… I was…”

Caretaker and Leader came bursting in.

“Whumpee what the heck!?” Caretaker exclaimed.

They rushed to Whumpee’s side, as did Leader. Whumpee winced as Medic peeled back their shirt. A collective gasp from everyone. A huge stab wound pulsating red. Whumpee looked down at their own body.

“Huh, tha’s not good…”

“Don’t you dare-” Leader warned.

“Sorry…”

Whumpee’s eyes fluttered shut, and any shouts from their team became muffled and distant as they fell into unconsciousness.

…

Whumpee stirred as the harsh fluorescent lights of the med bay beamed through their eyelids. They groaned, eyes fluttering open, and they tried to sit up.

“Hey, hey! Easy, easy…”

A gentle but firm force pushed them back down. Whumpee’s vision cleared and saw Caretaker sitting by their bedside.

“This isn’t my room,” Whumpee croaked.

“Yeah no kidding, Sherlock,” Caretaker huffed, “you’re still in the med bay. You’re hurt, you need to stay down.”

Leader knocked on the door frame.

“Good, they’re awake,” they said, entering the room.

They sat down on Whumpee’s other side.

“What happened, Whumpee?” Leader asked.

“I don’t know!” Whumpee answered, “I was out, and there was a scuffle with Whumper’s group. I thought I managed to get out of there without getting hurt, but…”

Whumpee looked down at their bandaged side.

“Yeah…” they said.

“Where were you when you ran into them?” Leader prodded gently.

“I…uh...” Whumpee looked away sheepishly, “their base?”

Whumpee braced for the scolding they knew would come. And it most certainly did.

“WHUMPEE!” Leader shouted, “are you insane? Are you actually insane? What in blazes were you doing there!? You know not to go to a dangerous place like that alone! That is basic, common knowledge!”

“I know I know I know I’m sorry,” Whumpee said quickly, “I didn’t mean to go there. I just kinda… wound up there? I was following one of them, doing some recon, and we just ended up there.”

Leader didn’t look convinced.

“I’m telling the truth!” Whumpee protested, “and hey, now I can tell you guys where the base is!”

“Oh yeah?” Leader folded their arms across their chest, “where is it?”

“It was…” Whumpee paused, their head starting to swim, “I think it was… hang on it’s kinda fuzzy right now-”

“Leader, can’t you grill them later?” Caretaker asked sharply, “I’m surprised they’ve held a conversation this long. Save the interrogation for someone else.”

Leader huffed, standing.

“Where are you going?” Whumpee asked, eyes drooping.

“For a walk,” Leader snapped, “with the one person I can trust not to be an idiot. Myself!”

Leader stormed out, and Whumpee could hear the front door slam from all the way in the med bay.

“They hate me,” Whumpee sighed.

“Oh yeah, that’s why they’re so mad that you got hurt,” Caretaker deadpanned.

“I didn’t mean to find the base!” Whumpee said, “I thought the goon was heading to commit a crime or something, not go home!”

“What’s all that racket!?”

Whumpee and Caretaker exchanged a frightened look. Medic. If they thought Leader’s anger was bad, it had nothing on Medic’s.

“Whumpee!” Medic glared, entering the med bay, “I leave for five minutes and you’re already exciting yourself, don’t you know what bedrest means!?”

“Sorry,” Whumpee yawned.

“Look at you, you’ve already gotten yourself exhausted! For the love of all things good, settle down and go back to sleep!”

“You don’t gotta tell me twi…”

Whumpee trailed off, falling asleep before they could finish their sentence. Medic rolled their eyes and looked to Caretaker.

“Leader yelled at them, didn’t they?” Medic demanded.

Caretaker nodded silently.

“They’re next.” Medic promised.

Medic turned on their heel, muttering something along the lines of, “how is anyone supposed to get better around here” before heading out of the room.

Caretaker winced as the front door slammed a second time. They turned and took Whumpee’s hand, rubbing circles into it with their thumb. They were safe, that was all that mattered. The others could do to notice that.

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Kiss prompt! Ah!!

I just went with the flow, I hope this lil thing is up your alley, anon <3

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CW: non-graphic mentions of minor injury (scrapes)

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33. A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking

If your teenage self thought that poise and gracefulness would come with age, you’d have been sorely mistaken. And of course the one person who’d been witness to the vast majority of your clumsiness was the one person you hated embarrassing yourself in front of the most.

Your cheeks flushed hot as you sat on the closed toilet seat in your bathroom, watching Danny scrambling to find a bandaid in your cabinet. Holding the damp paper towel to your scraped up knee, you knew Danny wouldn’t give you any grief over the childish but unstoppable pout of your bottom lip, but it still made you feel silly to be on the constant receiving end of his doting, (and to your further dismay) platonic care.

“Oh- fuck, it was right in front of me, I’m sorry,” Danny winced, hurrying to dig out the larger, knee-shaped bandage from the box. It helped your bruised ego that he was so kind and genuinely distraught at each one of your little accidents. It also admittedly made your heart flutter to be the patient under his unfettered attention.

“It’s okay,” you replied softly, watching him twist open the tiny cap of the polysporin in his big gentle hands. “Sorry for needing one so often.”

His eyes flashed up to yours for a tic, playful and warm, before squeezing a small bit onto his finger. “Don’t be sorry. I oughta carry around my own supply by now.”

You cracked a smile in response, scoffing and looking at the ceiling. “…shut up.”

Danny giggled softly, pulling the small bathroom stool out with his free hand and positioning it in front of you, sitting, or squatting really, at eye level with your hitched-up knee. “Ahhh, you know I love you,” he quietly reassured, coloring his tone with an affectionate amount of sarcasm. You watched his smile fade into concentration, gently taking your paper towel and wiping away the last traces of your driveway from the scrape. His tongue poked out between his lips, and your heart fluttered as he smeared the ointment over your knee as gentle as a breeze.

“Does that sting?”

Your eyes lifted from his mouth, blushing hot as your expression shifted from the no-doubt unnervingly intense way you’d been watching his lips. While the question was uttered genuinely, when Danny processed your curious focus on the lower half of his face, his lips quirked up into a teasing, yet somehow bashful smirk, and it made his question seem… leading.

“Nope! It’s good, you’re… fine,” you dismissed awkwardly, not at all comforted by the way his eyes trailed curiously over your flushed face.

He raised his eyebrows as he looked down, wiping his finger clean on the paper towel and starting to peel the wrapper off the bandaid. He seemed to be fighting a grin, and it made your stomach flip when he dropped his voice into a smooth rumble, the tone reminiscent of when he talked about Metallica in one particular interview.

“You sure…?”

He kept his eyes on his nursing duties, smoothing the bandage over your knee with a smirk that was starting to make you sweat.

With a final caress of his thumbs outwards from the center to the edges of the bandaid, firmly adhering it to your knee, Danny innocently lifted his disarming hazel eyes to yours, awaiting your response.

Smoothing your hands down the skirt of your dress, you chuckled awkwardly, “Yeah…? Of course.”

You started to bring your doctored-up leg down from the edge of the lid, but Danny gently caught your shin, resettling your shoe back in its place. Keeping his warmly mischievous eyes on yours, he brought his face to your knee, and his crooked grin widened a touch at your uneven inhale.

“Forgot the most important part.”

Holding eye contact, he slightly turned his head, and pressed a gentle kiss to your bandaged knee, his puckered lips forming that same flirtatious smirk once more.

“O-oh,” you nodded, winded for no sane explanation. “Right. Thanks.”

Danny’s eyes crinkled with a giggle, helping you lower your leg back down into place, but not moving himself away. His close proximity on the stool kept you from even being able to stand up, let alone escape before he could make even quicker work of your rapidly dwindling composure.

His hands, both of them, warm and always soft everywhere except those calluses that protected his hands, rested on top of your thighs. He watched your face, apparently amused greatly by the way it made you tense and jerk subtly. It infuriated you almost as much as it was melting you from the inside out.

“Do I make you nervous?”

He was far too cool and collected for your comfort as he delivered that bomb of a question. Scrambling to dissuade his suspicion, you blew a loose psht sound and rolled your eyes.

“No?? If I am, it’s only ‘cause of your doctor-ing.”

He raised a playful brow at you, never letting you out from under the spotlight of his glimmering gaze. “Oh. Here I was thinking you liked being my little patient.”

“Hm, well, your bedside manner could use some work,” you rebutted, grinning at his scoff. It was wiped off your face nearly immediately though as Danny rose off his stool and leaned into your personal space, bracing one hand on the wall behind the toilet. His face hovered over yours, and you were too caught in his headlights to keep your wide eyed, timid expression hidden.

“Bedside manner,” he muttered sarcastically, his free hand coming up to cradle your jaw. The sensation kick started your self awareness, and you quickly closed your jaw, swallowing nervously as your eyes darted between his. He noticed, because of course he did with his perceptiveness and his terrifyingly close view of you. It made him smile down at you even wider, his gaze following the movement of your mouth and getting stuck there.

You blinked up at him, nervously raising your eyebrows at him in question. He looked back into your eyes, demurely playful and so warmly murmuring, “I’ll show you bedside manner.”

And then it was the split second of him leaning in, your eyes closing in nearly blind panic, and then the warm soft and perfectly damp press of his lips to yours.

He let his lips linger for a moment, then he sweetly lifted his face to let you breathe.

Humiliatingly, that took you another moment to do, and when you finally took a shaky gasp of air, Danny had the nerve to giggle adorably at your reaction. The only thing preserving the last scraps of your dignity was the slightly manic quality of it that belied his own nerves, finally. Your eyes opened, struggling to focus on his slightly dazed but pleased face from its minuscule distance away.

“Danny,” you quietly giggled back, his name sounding almost chastising from your flustered and girlishly breathless voice.

“Hm?” He innocently hummed, biting his lip through his smile.

You simply blinked up at him for a moment, then your shaky hands rose to his collar and fisted his soft t shirt, tugging him back down. His boyish smile molded to your parted lips in another, deeper kiss, and this time, your stomach flipped as his jaw flexed, moving his mouth with yours smoothly.

For all his teasing, his breath shuddered out through his nose, and the hand that cradled your face trembled slightly as he slowly slipped it back into your hair. He used his new position to pull your head even closer, tilting his own to angle his jaw a little more.

As his lips parted for another knee buckling kiss, you sighed against his mouth, the sound tinged with a whine of relief, one born from finally satiating so much time spent craving this very moment. Danny, much to your pleasure, answered with a gruff, breathy groan of his own, and he took the opportunity with the next parting of his lips to slide his tongue, hot and devastatingly sexy, along your bottom lip.

Your moan was audibly whiny then, and you tentatively met his invitation with a brush of your own against his. Danny then pulled away a little sharper than the first time, taking a deeper gasp of air and panting slightly against your lips.

Butterflies wrestling like competitive stags in your stomach, your face broke into an uncontrollable smile, and it quickly infected Danny’s face as well. You both started chuckling, a little shy, a little blitzed out on adrenaline, and a lot of happy.

“…D’you feel, uh, adequately doctored now?” Struggling to speak steadily through his breathless and gentle laughter, Danny curled and straightened his fingers through your hair in a loving caress.

Speechless and stunned, you simply nodded up at him, croaking out a small “mhm!”

He nodded, brushing his lips against yours. “Perfect.”

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Thank you for reading! Everyone who read this gets a forehead kiss from Danny, I don’t make the rules :)

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Hodgins x reader - you fascinate me

Part two:

You slept through most of the day, every hour or so he would check on your wound which seemed to be doing better but he couldn’t tell.

When you woke up, you slowly sat up, looking around the room you looked behind you to see Hodgins fast asleep on the other side of the sleep.

Standing up, you groaned a little and lifted your shirt to see a bandage covering your wound which made you laugh a little.

Walking into the bathroom, you locked the door, lifting your shirt so you could slowly peel it off, seeing the wound nearly scared over.

You pulled your shirt down and left the bathroom, heading to the door to look outside at the snow that was heavily falling.

“Come on man… it’s cold…”

You turned around, closing the door.

Hodgins sat up, stretching and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

“Were you going to run away?”

Walking over to a chair, you slowly sat down, kicking your feet up on the table.

“I was going to find something to eat.”

“Well, I assume you do still eat normal people food right? That wasn’t a lie?”

You chuckled, shaking your head.

“Yes, I eat normal people food. There should be a place open somewhere here.”

Hodgins got up and walked to the fridge, pulling out a takeout container.

“There was a break in the snow, I got some food and some snacks and drinks. Can you eat chocolate because I’ve never seen you eat chocolate.”

“No, we can’t eat chocolate.”

“Seriously?!”

“Oh my god you idiot, no! Of course we can eat chocolate!”

“Well I don’t know I’ve never met a werewolf!” He laughed.

You smiled, taking the food from him and he moved your legs, sitting in the table and placing them in his lap.

You ate the rice, glancing at the Tv which was playing some crappy DVD.

It was quiet for a few moments.

“So, can you turn into a dog at anytime or..?”

You glanced at him.

“You really want to piss off a werewolf? And no, I don’t turn into a dog, it’s called werewolf for a reason dumbass.”

He grinned a little.

“By choice? Or does the moon force you?”

“You’ve been reading too many myths, by choice.”

“Does silver hurt you?”

“No.”

“Does your blood get all confusing.”

“No, human form human blood, wolf form wolf blood.”

“I didn’t find wolf blood at the site you were injured.”

You reached over, handing him the takeout container and he took it, eating the half you had left for him.

He narrowed his eyes a little.

“I turned back quickly, therefor human.”

He hummed a little, nodding his head.

“Why was your wound all weird?”

“Poison, I think it’s out but we’ll find out soon enough.”

“Oh god you’re not going to turn and like maul me to death are you?”

“No, I’ll be really weak. When the snow lets up I need to go.”

“Oh great, where we going?”

You turned back to the TV, trying to ignore the man sitting in front of you and he slowly set the container down.

“(Y/N)?”

“Not us, just me Hodgins I need to go alone. They don’t accept humans.”

“I’m not letting you go alone, I just found you half dead!”

“Jack if you go they will kill you, these people don’t accept too kindly to outsiders, especially not humans, but they specialise in a medicine that’ll help.”

Hodgins shrugging, sitting forward a little and he rested a hand on your leg.

You knew he had a thing for you, but because of your differences you always turned him down.

“So what, you’ll just go there? You won’t return you’ll just run away there right?”

You sighed, sitting up, putting your feet on the floor, flinching a little as a jolt of pain went through you.

“I can stay until the snow lets up tomorrow afternoon, but then I need to go. I’m sorry, but I will come back.”

“You won’t, Booth talked to your friends, they said if you think there’s a danger to them, or anyone you’ll leave and never go back.”

“Yes, but I swear to you I’ll come back, please, you just need to trust me.”

He held out his hands and you took them.

Hodgins smiled a little bit, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles, and he looked at you.

“You’re going to go either way, right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, but you have to come back. You need to.”

“I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

“You better.”

You laughed a little and stood up.

Hodgins looked at you with bright eyes and a wide smile, and you saw your vision flicker a little from normal and colourful to black and white.

“Woah, what was that?”

Hodgins stood up and you took a step back, removing your hands from his.

“That was the poison making its way through my system, I have to go now.”

“You can’t! You’ll freeze!”

You grabbed your hoodie, tossing it on and he stood in front of the door.

Walking over, you stood in front of him.

“I’m not moving.”

“I’ll come back, you have my word.”

“Don’t go..”

Walking over, you leant in, gently pressing your lips to his and you used his shock to move him aside so you could quickly get out the door.

You stood in the snow and gave him an apologetic look.

“Sorry..”

Hodgins watched was jumped down the icy steps, a cloud of black surrounding your and you stood in your wolf form, the blood still staining fur.

You turned your head back, flattening your ears and let out a whine.

“Go, I can’t stop you. Just come back..”

He watched as you turned around, running out into the snow to be lost from his sight.

It was like you told him, you were going to go either way, he just wasn’t sure how he was supposed to stop a determined werewolf from running off.

He had a hard time explaining to everyone, but they trusted his judgment, and he spent everyday waiting for you to come back to the lab.

It went from days, to weeks to months and he still waited.

“Maybe you should accept (Y/N) isn’t coming back.” Cam said quietly.

“That’s not true, (Y/N) promised.”

“It’s been months Hodgins, if she were coming back she would’ve already.” Booth said.

Hodgins glared at them all.

“She’s coming back!” He snapped.

He stormed to his office, and sat in front of the computer and stared at the screen, looking at the photo of you.

“Some people would call that creepy.”

“Holy crap!”

He quickly closed the photo and spun around to see you standing there with a soft smile.

You had clearly gone home to shower and change, but you seemed a lot healthier.

“You came back…”

You smiled a little, walking into the room.

“Of course I did, I promised right?”

He quickly stood up, rushing his way over and he crushed you in a hug which made you laugh, wrapping your arms around him.

“Woah, you’re muscled.”

You laughed again, pulling away from the hug.

“I’ve been in the wild for months Hodgins, I’ve been getting a lot of exercise.”

“So can I run tests on you now? I want to try so many things.”

“Blood test, that’s it.”

You walked over to the chair and sat down, smiling as he began to get everything ready with the upmost joy.

You hadn’t seen him in months, so you just kept watching.

He walked to his microscope and looked at it.

“Woah that is funky.”

“We have a faster healing rate, our blood clots faster. Any normal poison wouldn’t affect me.”

Hodgins looked at you with a grin.

“Can I try?”

“No you can’t poison me!”

“No! Not you!”

You both grinned a little and he walked over, looking at you with a soft look in his eyes.

“I’m so glad you came back…”

“So am I. Now, any other questions? I gotta head back and talk to my people.”

“Actually just one.”

You nodded your head, going to pick up your jacket.

“Why did you kiss me? Was it so you could just runaway?”

You slowly turned around and you gave him a little smile.

“No, it wasn’t so I could runaway.”

“Then why?”

“Because I wanted to, you needed to know I was coming back.”

Hodgins took a small step closer towards you.

“So… you could do it again…?”

You walked over, taking his face between your hands you leant down and kissed him for a second before pulling away.

“No! No come on that’s not fair!” He whined.

Hodgins quickly took your hand and spun you around.

“Kiss me like you mean it.” He grinned.

You laughed, leaning down to meet him halfway, kissing him again.

Hodgins placed his hands on your hips and you wrapped them around his shoulders, pulling away only to kiss him again.

Every time you leant back he leant forward to kiss you and finally you managed to break free from it.

You smiled softly at him and he grinned from ear to ear.

“So, does this mean we can do on a date?”

“Oh I don’t know about that.”

“Seriously? You’re really gonna do a guy like that?”

You laughed, kissing him briefly before you pulled away.

“I’ll come back later, I’ve got to go reassure my family I’m safe, but text me what you’re thinking.”

“Oh you got it baby, I’ve got the perfect date in mind!”

“I swear to god if it involves anything to do with werewolves or myths I’ll punch you.”

“It doesn’t! Don’t worry!”

You narrowed your eyes a little and left the room, and when he was sure you were gone he sat back down in his chair.

“Damnit I’ve got to change the whole date…”

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You woke up in a closet bigger than your entire hab unit.

For awhile you sat there, frozen at the thought of some rich lady coming in and catching you amongst her clothes. And then you remembered.

This was your closet. Your clothes.

You'd been kidnapped. Technically.

You pushed yourself up and felt your way out of the closet. Past the fine clothes that weren't yours yesterday and out into an overly opulent room that really should belong to someone else.

There was carpet on the floor. a bed heaped with furs. An. open. Fireplace. set in the wall.

The whole thing made you feel small and self conscious. Like being wrapped in the tarp did.

Breathe. Breathe.

You needed to eat. Or at the very least get water in your system. You doubted a rich lady had a kitchen connected to her hab space so...

The servants hovering outside your door nearly jumped out of their skins.

"My lady!" The closest one said, and the leader as best you could gather. "Good- good morning. The um, Master, said to fetch anything you require but that you were to rest." She said quickly, as though afraid you were going to cut her off. Or kill her if she didn't speak fast enough. "Forgive my impertinence but its- only been three hours since you went in?"

"Oh," You only slept for three hours? It didn't feel like- well it felt like your legs were noodles and your head was filled with cotton. But that could have been from anything. Your abduction last night or-

The cotton headed feeling was practically normal.

"I'm... fine," you tried to assure her. To assure all of them. "I just need to access the kitchen. If you could show me the way maybe?"

For a half second she relented, then rallied.

"You only slept three hours my lady. I doubt the Master would be happy with us letting you near a knife. Never mind a stove. Is there anything in specific you want? We can go fetch it for you."

"The Master-" The enormity of her words slammed down on you.

Right. Right. More screaming voices in the night.

"Food. And some water."

They waited patiently for you to elaborate. You floundered.

The leader nodded to herself. She turned to the others. "Bring her a simple meat and porridge. As well as some water." One of the servants peeled off. "Inform the Master the lady has awakened. We will tend to her as best we can." A male servant peeled off. "You two, wait out here. My lady? If you'll let me help you into something more... comfortable? for sleep? Perhaps... draw you a-" She took a more thorough look at you. Nose crinkling at the standard acumulation of water streaked filth that all your neighbors shared. "hot bath so you could get more comfortable?"

You wavered. Uncertain. Scared.

Was this a test? A trap?

"Take a cold bath," All four of you jumped from your skins and looked wildly for its source. "She's dehydrated and should be treated as such."

Instinctively the servants pulled themselves and you back to back, so no one was vulnerable. You scanned for anywhere the giant could be hiding. You saw nothing and said as such. The others reported the same.

"Bloody NightHaunter always watching," The Leader muttered as the formation reluctantly broke up. "Look," she said directly to you. "He seems to have taken a liking to you. Some of the Lords want to leverage that to get some favors. Don't think that'll work but" she shrugged. "He's a weird one."

"Aye," One of the other servants showed you a hand expertly bandaged. "Broke one of ta vases by accident- cut my 'and cleaning ta mess. T'hought he was gonna skin me t'en and t'ere."

"He just bandaged your hand?" You asked.

He nodded. "T'didn't e'en beat me. 'hink- no Lords-" He petered off. He tried to sign to you, but couldn't bend the injured hand properly. The other servant started signing in equal measure.

"We think he's nicer when no one is around to see him. Or believe the person speaking. Hence why he doesn't kill su-i-cidal people. Still hurts em real bad tho." She said.

"Anyway," The leader clapped a hand on your shoulder. "He's still watching. Let's get you that bath.

-Konrad's lover prt 2

-Goddess Anon

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Just for you @juminsamore

The good one

Sunlight swept across your face, as thick curtains were brought back, leaving only thin ones to fight against the unforgiving sun.

You stirred from your slumber, barely woken up and yet tired. Your limbs still heavy, back tingling and soft sheets hugging your skin.

Soft silk? Curtains? Is this a dr-

Dread shoot up your spine, as you realized that you were in a place you definitely didn't belong. A place you shouldn't belong.

Gasping, you tried to rise, to leave this heavenly comfort. Your Master will punish you, you undeserving rat! What did you do?!

"Are you awake?" Soft and quiet voice stops your useless struggles.

Tall woman with gorgeous black hair kneeled by your side.

"Please do not move, you will irritate your wounds and we have to change the bandages."

You just sat there, too stunned to move. Why didn't she scream, why didn't she run for your Master? Was she sane?

It hit you at once. Yesterday wasn't just a dream. It was reality that you were thrown into. A reality that you didn't dare to even dream of. Was this finally your chance at life?

As you wondered about your future and possibly impending doom, woman already revealed your back from the sheets and started to pick at your bandages.

You whined at the feeling of having fabric peeled of of your skin. Your back pulsated and as your flesh stretched you felt uncomfortable sensations ripple through your body, you did not feel pain. It was weird. Could they possibly put some medication on it that made you numb to the pain? But why be wasteful and use it on you?

She was silent during this and it was unnerving to you. You did not know your fate and her silence made you worry. You already dared to hope for a thread of luck on your side, so oh how could you destroy it so early? You were used to cruelty but this would destroy you.

"Why am I alive?" You mustered up all your courage to ask.

She faced you and smiled sadly.

"You are our saviour. There is no being in Teyvat more worth of every luxury as you."

You looked at her as if she was insane. So this wasn't a dream, it was a pre death hallucination. Wonderful.

"You are lying" your voice weak but sure.

She only looked at you in pity, as if you were a homeless kitten that tried to refuse help.

A saviour. What a joke.

You could only rest as you didn't have strength for anything else. This whole ordeal was tiring and frankly you didn't want to engage in pointless conversations anyway. If it was a joke, it was incredibly cruel, so you decided to stay silent. At least that way there was no more satisfaction that she could feel.

Your thoughts couldn't wander far, as reality of the situation sank in. You were saved. You were taken care of. For now at least. If this god had even an ounce of mercy, you would hope for becoming his servant. But he was a god. Gods don't know mercy. Gods only know how to make you suffer. No amount of wishful thinking will get over that fact.

*

Days went by as you recovered, now being able to stand and bathe yourself. You were filled with shame as maids bathed you and cleaned after you. As if you were a baby that couldn't even go to the toilet. Their faces remained friendly but you knew they laughed at you behind your back. You looked pathetic and there was no denying it. There was no shred of your dignity remaining.

You sat at the edge of the bathtub made out of cor lapis and amber. Even doorknob was made out materials worth more than you. It made you feel small, as if you were in your Masters castle once again, afraid to touch the priceless things. This luxury was to much for you. You couldn't stand this anymore, being surrounded by this art and feeling like that one speck of dirt, like that one imperfection that does not want to come off. You did not belong here and you knew it.

You had an audience with Rex Lapis today. Maids also informed you that they will prepare and help you before, so you will look presentable to your god. You shooed them away from helping you with your bath, but they waited in the room. They have seen your naked body numerous times, but it still didn't ease your mind. You really shouldn't be ungrateful for their help, but you couldn't help but feel dehumanised every time they took care of you.

You finally got up, knowing well that there is not much time left before you will finally get to know your destiny. After two weeks you will finally meet the one who you have saved that night. And you will get to know if you should regret it.

Leaving the bathroom was painful decision, as once you stepped outside, maids took away your towel, your lash shield from their cruel eyes. You felt so humiliated to show those people who took care of you your unworthy flesh.

As they rushed around you, more pitiful stares were made your way. You wanted to cry - your body was covered in scars and wounds, skin still looked sickly and breasts hanging like those of an old lady. It wasn't a sight to see in the light of day, it could never be. You were a slave, a servant born to fulfill every single wish of your Master. And this was laughable and miserable. How could anyone even consider you a human anymore, and not a property?

They put you in very expensive robes, covering your scars as much as they could. Did they not wished for their got to see it? You hoped so. He would have to be insane to not be disgusted. He might have been announced a god of war, but there are things that should not be shown to any eyes.

As they quickly finished their work, you refused to look into the mirror. You knew it looked pathetic, like a lump of feces tied by a bow. There was no saving grace and there was nothing to be seen and enjoyed. You wanted it to be over.

Two adepti guards escorted you through the big castle that supposedly was made without use of hands. As Rex Lapis made this, commanding rock to crack and form everything he demanded. It was big. Really big. Corridors were bigger than those of your Master's castle. And you couldn't even imagine how big it had to look from the outside. It was sight to behold for sure.

The walk and wandering of your thoughts was abruptly stopped as you finally entered the throne room. It's size alone made you wonder how many servants hands had to bleed for it to remain pristine. Those dark brown, golden and orange columns, crystal throne and golden curtains that swimmed slowly in the air, as soft breeze stumbled through the room.

"Oh, you are here" the deep voice that made the floor beneath you vibrate was heard across this whole palace.

He was breathtaking.

White robes that fitted him well and showcased his godly figure. Black, brown and golden fabric softly flowing around him, almost visible glow of his aura brightening the air around him. From his dark brown hair peeked golden, crystal horns, now shining in the late morning light. From under his robes, a long, thick tail emerged, with fluffy golden tip. And finally golden reptile eyes, filled with adoration.

The air stilled as the god made his way down the pristine steps. His feet bare made soft sound as he moved, sun shining, dulled through the curtains still gave him angelic glow, besides his own powerful aura.

He reached your level and smiled softly. He then kneeled before you, his head at your feet.

"You are truly my holy saviour.*

You chocked on nothing and jumped away from him, focusing your whole will to not scream at him. His whole court kneeled as well, their heads touching the floor.

"W-what...?"

He looked up from his deep bow and smiled.

"You have saved me and by that my people as well. You took a great gamble by trusting other god and I can look upon your kind soul only in awe. I am the most grateful for meeting such a blessing and there is nothing in this world that would show my gratitude in its fullest. Any wish you desire I shall grant"

His eyes looked so different. Now, full of hope and adoration. For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt desired.

***

You were declared the first Saint of Liyue, the Holy Saviour. It was rather overwhelming to say the least.

You wanted to vanish, to hide. You did not deserve such riches. And yet you felt long forgotten sense of duty. Duty towards your people.

That's how you landed honorary spot among the illuminated beasts and gods of Liyue, to watch over your people and advise the immortals the needs of those below them.

These god's were different. They wanted their civilization to grow with them only as instructors, not to have devotees to serve them. They wanted to protect, not to use. And spending time among them shattered your view of god's.

Although you did not have to spend your time with them outside of the meetings, they always took you along them anyways. One yaksha, named Bosacius, really liked to celebrate even the smallest things and loved to drag you along for some reason.

And after him came Streetward Rambler and Guizhong. The lovely pair loved to converse and engage with silly competitions, dragging you to be the judge when Rex Lapis couldn't or refused to do so.

They treated you as their equal.

Only the Great Lord of Geo kept his distance, although he wasn't cold, no. It was almost as he was... shy around you. He would avert his gaze and slightly blush, especially when it was just you and him. And you could swear that you heard purring sound from him at least once after you dared to take out the ginko three leaf that was stuck in his hair.

He also started acting even more strange. He was giving you for some reason pieces of precious rocks. Cor Lapises dominated his chosen gifts, but there were some jades crystals as well. Everytime he would blush a little and give you the stone and then he would walk away.

You suspected that he wanted to perhaps spend time with you, but his lack of knowledge in human interaction made him act like this.

After months you finally asked Guizhong what did this mean, and she burst out laughing, sound making the glaze lilies bloom.

"Oh-oh my. He really is doing it!" She giggled more.

After seeing your confused stare, she composed herself a little.

"He is courting you like a dragon would. Give him a stone back if you wish to further engage with him. I have to go, Rambler needs to hear this-!" And with that, she picked up some mechanical parts that she was tinkering around with and ran away.

He wanted-

A god and-

Courting?

You?

You shook your head and silenced those thoughts of doubt that invaded your mind. You were past this, you didn't belong to anybody now. You were worthy of living comfortably.

But we're you worthy of being loved by a god? Was this some kind of some cruel joke?

Did they wanted to get rid of you?

No. You will not think like that. Not anymore.

You noticed a beautiful cor lapis that emerged from between the roots of the ginko tree. You now knew what will you give him.

***

His touch was delicate, as his clawed fingers holding your hands, as if they were made out of most delicate porcelain.

Pools of amber stared at you, their warmth spreading softly across your skin. Red and golden robes flowed slowly like waven on a calm lake. Sparkles of cor lapis flowers all around you shone along with the sun, as his face got closer to yours.

"I love you"

His lips touched yours as previously silent crowd cheered. The adepti that were standing near you congratulated you both, as strands of colorful materials were thrown by the people. Yours and his people. Together united. Your people finally safe and sound, allowed to bloom.

"I love you too"

And with that, your heart finally bloomed.

Plot bunny?

You are a servant of some god during the Archon War.

He enslaved you and your people, saying that humans are too simple to rule themselves.

***

You scratched the dirty floor, trying to achieve perfection as your god demanded it. It didn't matter that your knees hurt as skin gave up and broke. It didn't matter that your fingernails were almost completely destroyed. It didn't matter that your spine was giving up.

This task was the simplest one your pathetic self could do. That's the only thing you could do. Thing that you were made to do.

At least it was what your "Master" said.

Your village laid in the mountains, growing into a small city over the years, slowly connecting with other small villages. It was peaceful, your biggest enemies being some rowdy slimes and a geovishap from time to time. But that changed when your "Master" marched in the town and claimed all that he saw. He was the one who told you that as humans, you are simple, made to serve. He killed anyone who disagreed, showcasing how weak you are.

Now, you almost believed him.

Yet, as years of breaking your back and thinking of not being worthy of doing anything else but serving your master, one moment in your life caused it to change completely.

*

You only watched as guards dragged someone, following Master and his toy - Alatus. You wondered who angered your Master this time and yet, as you uncharacteristically looked away from your work on the victim, you couldnt recognise even a bit of human in him. That meant one thing - your Master defeated a new enemy.

His beaten body was a mix of somewhat human and a dragon. He had a long tail with some missing scales and fluffy end was drenched in mud. His clothes that once could be white were mostly covered in blood and dirt. His back was bare of clothing, and you could see whip marks along it, scales on it missing as well. His hair was all over the place, tangled and greasy. And on top of his head you saw two orange horns, that dully glowed.

If it was your old self, you would say that this man was beautiful. But as you learned in the hard way - god's were cruel beings and their beauty was nothing but a mask put over a monster inside.

Your second encounter with him was when you were tasked with cleaning steps leading to the throne. Your Master often ordered servants to clean while he was there, so he could watch over you, as humans were so stupid that they often missed spots.

You dutifully scrubbed the steps and golden decorations while the god that your Master captured was being kicked around by him.

Your Master ordered Alatus to whip him again, and you heard grunts coming out of the strangers mouth. It sounded like he didn't have any strength left to scream.

For some reason you felt... sad? As if you didn't want this stranger to suffer. You were told that god's are heartless and humans are replaceable, so why do you feel sad for him?

*

You were tasked with giving the new prisoner food while he waited for his execution. It was weird.

He tried to talk to you. Like you weren't lower being. He thanked you for goodness sake. It wasn't something a god would do. Or maybe it was something your god wouldnt do?

You thought about this for a long time. This stranger was the kindest treatment you experienced in years. You couldn't let him die.

So now there you were, running with a torch and stolen keys through long and gloomy corridors, looking for him.

Your heart was racing and your mind was filled with terror. If you were caught, you would suffer. Why were you even doing this again? Humans weren't supposed to have free will, so why?

You saw him, chained to the walls behind thick bars. His wounded flesh angry red, wounds dirty with various spices that your Master ordered to smear in his wounds. He now looked weak, but you knew it was only because of that collar made of cursed metal. It was suppressing his godly powers.

But not for long.

Frantically you searched the keys and opened his cell. He looked at you shocked - he only saw light when he was dragged outside for torture. And you definitely looked too weak to do that. He was silent as you unchained him and freed his neck from that collar. Grabbing his hand, you stormed out, running towards the hidden exit.

As you stopped and opened door to the outside, you looked in his reptilian eyes.

"Free us please"

You didn't know where these words came from.

As he tried to speak, you heard ruckus and screams. Your Master felt his enemy being freed. You didn't listen to the stranger, pushing him outside and slamming the door, only telling him to go.

You then ran to servants quarters and laid down, praying that the chaos will buy him enough time.

You will be dead by tomorrow morning, but perhaps as you dared to hope, maybe some of the others will taste the freedom in their lives.

luke: plot bunny? :)

also luke: *dishes out a whole fic*

me: what-

also luke: and here's a cliffhanger :)

me: *angery kitten screams*

NO BUT FR THIS IS A WHOLE ASS FIC YOU JUST DROPPED IN MY INBOX HELLO????????? imma cry my zhongli my bby he does not deserve all these tortures ;A;

but but but the potential for this to turn yandere..... oooohfladhufsebfurnsuf frothing screaming salivating-

[hybbart]

Day 288: Late in the afternoon, Tango finally wakes up...

Short story below.

As had become comfortably familiar, Tango woke to the sound of pressurized breaths. It mingled with piercing bird songs, both wild and domestic, leaking faucets, and drones of old appliances. He tried to focus on the breaths. Jimmy was there and he was okay.

Tango almost dozed back off with that knowledge, but the rest of his body began to rouse. It was awake and it hurt. Everything hurt, but the pounding in his skull and small aches across his body were all drowned out by his arm. How could it hurt so much yet still be completely numb? A pained groan escaped him as he rolled his head to the side, barely registering the soft tickle across his nose. 

He peeled his eyes open, blinking away the sleep. Yellow feathers – they’re messy and need preening – curled around the awkwardly hunched lump on the sleeping bag – bed? – next to him, stretching out until they cradled the both of them. His nighttime mask was in place despite the light beaming through the blinds. What Tango could see of his face and arms were covered in wounds, but they were all properly dressed.

Jimmy really was there. Wasn’t he always? But he still felt his body melt with relief from a tension he couldn’t quite remember. He tried to reach out to his rancher with a smile. It twisted into a grimace as pain wracked his body for daring to move. He couldn’t stop the pathetic whimper that escaped.

Jimmy’s eyes snapped open, golden rings pulsing with the twitch of his ears. He gasped, shooting straight up. His wings yanked away, vibrating with tension. Flared out, Tango could see the bandage awkwardly woven between the feathers of his right wing. Memories of the tip of a rusted old shiv piercing through inches from Tango’s face flooded back. The fog in his brain finally started to part.

Right, Jimmy wasn’t there.

He was now, though. Maybe he was a bit delirious, or just tired, but he couldn’t summon the energy to be anything but glad.

“Tango?” Jimmy’s voice shook. 

Hands hovered over Tango. The blazeborn let out a noncommittal noise, though his sore throat broke it into an airy squeak. A mimicry escaped Jimmy, dragged out in disbelief. The hands finally shot out, yanking Tango up until – through a cloud of new pain from the sudden movement – he found himself pressed face first into Jimmy’s shoulder.

Despite the agony, Tango eased into the embrace. A grin stretched awkwardly across his face. “Mornin’.”

“Mor- Oh.” Jimmy’s body rumbled, but Tango couldn’t tell if it was a laugh or a sob. “… Morning.”

Tango hummed, twisting his head to the side to try and get a look at his companion. “You okay?”

“Me!” That one was apparently enough for Jimmy to pull away. “Am I okay! Mate, have you seen yourself? You literally looked like you were already a zombie when we found you.” He raved.

Something clicked in Jimmy’s brain, Tango could tell with the way his wings twitched back. He suddenly spun around to the nightstand – wait, wasn’t this Impulse’s room? Tango could hear Jimmy rummaging through bags and buckets. There was a soft curse accompanying something slamming then splashing onto the carpeted floors. Finally, Jimmy turned back around with his hands outstretched. One held a glass of water while the other held out two pills. 

“Here.” Jimmy said. “It’s the best we’ve got right now. Most of our stuff is still with the raiders.”

Tango went to take them but only one hand reached out, wrapping around the pills. That intense ache was all that was there on his left side. He stared down at the wrapped stump, stunned. 

Was that him? Tango was not sure how long he sat and stared at nothing. He was only partly dragged out of it by Jimmy’s hand gently folding Tango’s own around the pills and guiding them up to his mouth. The avian held the glass for him and he downed it. Tango went through the motions in a haze. No, that couldn’t be him.

“… Tango.”

He tore his gaze away, staring wide-eyed at Jimmy. His rancher looked away at the same moment. A sigh filled the inside of his mask with fog. He was still wearing it?

“I’m sorry, I had- it was all black and infected and we didn’t… We didn’t know when we would be able to get out. Impulse said it’d been like that for days, but he couldn’t…”

“Where’s your oxygen tank?” Tango thinks. 

Jimmy’s eyes went wide. Oh, no, that came out of his mouth. “Where’s m- what- Tango!” The avian wheezes. His wings flare up behind him. “Tango you goose, I chopped your bloody arm off with a fire axe. We had to carry you bleeding across the city. You stopped breathing and we couldn’t wake you back up- Who cares about the tank!”

Tango sucked in a breath, entire body tensing. Jimmy’s incredulous face fell, and Tango was pulled into another embrace. Hesitantly, Tango’s arm wrapped around Jimmy’s torso in return, which only seemed to make his companion tighten his hold. 

“Sorry.” Tango said, muffled, wrapping his tail around their waists comfortingly to match the wings that had cocooned around them. It was so warm and cozy in the room compared to all the campsites they slept in before. He thought he might pass out again despite his companion’s state.

He could feel Jimmy’s head shake above his own. “I’m just glad you woke up.”

“Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“You really need your machine, though.” Tango emphasized. “Or to find a new one. I saw a hospital in the city–”

“I’d honestly rather be stuck in this house for the rest of my life than see another building over two stories ever again.” Jimmy groaned, twisting his hold to bury his face in Tango’s shoulder. The blazeborn laughed.

“Alright, no more cities. We can’t bother Gem forever, though, and you can’t be running around with that bulky thingamajig.” They pulled away, Tango resting his hand on the other’s forearm instead. “So, new plan? We got four months before winter comes back around. What’s say we migrate over to the coast where it’s a bit warmer and find some place to hunker down in? A little late for a garden, but maybe the farms grew wild, and there’s still a lot of non-perishables out there.”

Jimmy nodded. He seemed to brighten up the more Tango talked. “Scott told me they want to head west into the valley, too. It’d be a bit cramped with both dogs, but we could help them find their own car, and take Gem’s trailer. Then they could help with…”

His words died, his whole body shrinking in on itself nervously. Tango swallowed, not following his gaze to Tango’s left. “Yeah. Yeah, they could help us find a replacement for your oxygen machine. I’m sure with five of us we could find one.”

Jimmy said nothing, just giving another grimace. Tango took a deep, shaky breath. One… One thing at a time.

There was a muffled whimper at the door. They parted in time to watch it crack open. A nervous little face poked in, before a black muzzle was shoved into the gap and forced it open wide enough for Revy to pass. Two other sets of paws scrambled between his legs. 

Norman let out a long mrow as he crossed the room to leap into Jimmy’s lap. Revy mimicked him, the entire bed creaking under the large dog’s weight as he tried to lick Tango’s face off. Jimmy let out a squawk when his tail smacked into his arm. Tango laughed.

Gem stepped in, picking up Flick to place the confused kitten on top of Revy in the absence of space for him. “Sorry. I tried to keep them away, but they heard you talking.”

“It’s fine.” Jimmy dismissed, giving Norman’s chin a scratch. “Um, I think we’re going to talk to the Gs and get out of your hair soon.”

“You sure?” She asked, a bit surprised. “You guys are looking pretty rough. I don’t mind you staying longer, and Impulse said he’s fine with the couch.”

Tango piped up, “Yeah, I think it’s about time we get out of your hair. If we stay here we’re going to burn through all your food before fall.”

“Well, if you’re nearby, be sure to visit. It’s safe up here from everything but the bears.”

Jimmy smiled. “We will. Thanks, Gem.”

Gem bowed as she went back towards the door. “Remember to rest up for now. Pearl’s gonna help me and Impulse make a nice pot of chicken soup for dinner. You guys can make plans then.”

Tango waved goodbye from over Revy’s shoulder, wrapping it around him when the door closed. Jimmy was still looking at the door, hands distractedly buried in Norman and Flick’s belly fur. Without giving a warning to the avian Tango reached out. “Alright you heard the lady.”

Jimmy gasped as he was knocked over. With a fwump from the fluffy pillows and duvet, the ranchers curled back into bed. “Sooner we sleep, the sooner we get better.” Tango mumbled. 

Jimmy shifted around until he found a position comfortable for both his wings and all four animals he was stuck with. “Alright.” 

He reached out, catching Tango’s wrist before the Blazeborn could doze off. “Make sure to wake up this time?”

Tango tried to give the most assuring smile he could muster. “I will, I promise.”

[certifiedskywalker]

Trouble Doubled - Bucky Barnes

Even after everything, you’re still the person who Bucky Barnes runs to when things go bad. Only now, he brings Sam who fails to hide his grin when he sees how James melts under your touch.

WARNINGS: Blood, stitches, and TFATWS possible spoilers (I think I was vague enough)

“Ouch! That’s going to hurt in the morning!”

“Ha, it hurts now, actually,” Sam grumbled. 

You pressed your lips together to stifle the grin that threatened to spill over them. Unable to help yourself, you glanced at Bucky in the hopes he too was biting back a grin. Stood by the door, slightly shrouded in shadow, you could make out the half smile that played on his lips. Though, his expression quickly melted into a grimace as Sam groaned. Reality quickly crashed back down on your shoulders and you turned back to the man laid on the table.

“You’re not going to like this.” Before Sam could ask what ‘this’ was, you began to palpate his wound. He flinched away from your reach at first, but then settled in the discomfort.

“Mm, yeah, no, that doesn’t feel good, Doc.”

“Not a doctor,” you said, still pressing lightly into the bruised flesh. “And I have to make sure you didn’t crack a rib. Otherwise, you’ll need a doctor.”

“Gotta work on your bedside manner,” Sam said as he winced. You pulled your hands away with a sigh and he met your eyes. “Bad?”

“In the grand scheme of things, no. Just try not to throw yourself off a building for the next few days. Think you guys can manage that?”

“Maybe. Harder to fly without jumping first.” Sam groaned once more as he sat up and the pain seemed to convince him to heed your warning. “We’ll try, Doc.”

You rolled your eyes at him before turning to look at Bucky. Still tucked in the darker corner of the room, he seemed small. His brows were knitted tightly together by worry and you imagined that, if he met your gaze, you would see concern in his eyes. Pushed forward by your own worry, you strode over to him. At your growing closeness, Bucky lifted his eyes to yours.

“Your turn.”

“I’m fine, Y/N.”

Despite his protest, Bucky did not lock himself in place. Instead, he gave in and let you lead him by the arm, over to the table. Sam eyed him with a wide grin as Bucky landed in the same spot he had sat in only moments ago. He mouthed something to the century-old soldier that you caught, but could not make out.

“What happened to taking it easy? You told me after, you know, that you would ease into things.” You gestured to the rags you had used to clean Sam’s more minor wounds; the fabric pieces were now dyed a reddish pink from blood. “That doesn’t seem like easing into it.”

“You didn’t see the other guy,” Sam quipped. 

“I like to think you didn’t leave any of him left,” you fired back as you pinched Bucky’s chin between your forefinger and thumb. “Look at me.”

Bucky did as you told him to and met your gaze. You took a sharp breath in at the sight of him, at how his pupils blew out slightly as you studied his reaction. All at once, the air around you grew thick. This close, you could smell the sweat and ash on his skin, along with hints of whatever air freshener he had in his apartment. 

Was it coconut? Sandalwood? You couldn’t parse out which as you found yourself lost in the blues of Bucky’s eyes. The sound of Sam clearing his throat shook you from your haze.

“No signs of a concussion.”

“Really?” Sam asked, grin still plastered on his face. You raised a brow at him in question before you turned back to Bucky. 

“Why? Did you hit your head?”

“No,” he said, clearly tired of Sam’s commentary, “but if I did, it wouldn’t be a big deal.”

“Super soldier or not, a head wound is a head wound. Can you?” You gestured to his jacket and, with a sigh, Bucky pulled it off his shoulders.

“How do you two know each other again?” Sam asked, glancing around the room. “And why are we in an abandoned building.”

“Hard to trace us back here. Didn’t want to lead them to Y/N’s place,” Bucky said, tossing his jacket to the side. He winced as he did, and then you saw the blood.

“Barnes!" 

With reaching hands, you peeled back the crimson-soaked material of his shirt. Your movement revealed a long gash along his side that, with each breath, sent dribbles of blood to his hip. Sam made a sound of surprise and mild disgust at the sight. You were inclined to agree with another shout, but you were too caught up in how to stop the bleeding.

“Lay back,” you ordered, pressing Bucky’s shoulder. He yielded and you pushed his shirt up to expose the entire length of the wound. “Why didn't you show this to me earlier?!”

“It’s not that bad.”

"You're bleeding," you huffed, "which is pretty indicative of bad, if you ask me. Sam?"

"This is not my battle,” he raised his hands and shook his head. “I know better than to intrude on a lover’s quarrel.”

Neither you nor Bucky spoke up to correct him. In your mind, you came up with a quick excuse: Bucky was bleeding and you needed to focus on stopping it. Sam’s comment could be corrected later. Though, when Bucky didn’t speak up, you felt your chest tighten. As you worked on dressing the gash, you glanced up at him and found his blue eyes trained on you. He was dwelling on your silence too.

You pulled yourself out of the whirlpool of his gaze and reached over his body towards your medical supplies. As you stretched, your chest pressed lightly against Bucky’s, but you swallowed hard and refocused.

“Sorry, need to sow you up.”

Bucky didn’t respond, but he did avert his gaze. He found some spot in the ceiling to stare at instead of you. His distraction allowed you to work without the prickling temptation to sneak glances at his features; for the most part. It was only when Sam moved to stand over at your side you did you look up from Bucky’s wound.

“What?”

“Nothing, just wondering how many times you’ve done this before.” 

A bitter laugh slipped past your lips at his reply. “Too many times to count. If it’s not an Avenger, it’s a masked savior from Hell’s Kitchen. Someone always needs stitched up.”

“But James here is your favorite patient?”

“Sam.” 

Bucky’s tone set you on edge. It was warning, cold, and unlike the teasing you had grown fond of. Sam, knowing better than to piss him off, backed away from the table. You looked from him to Bucky and back again. When Bucky did not dare to meet your gaze, you felt a lump form in your throat. Tension weighed down your tongue, stopped you from saying a word or asking a question, despite your want to. 

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave you be, old man. I’ll check with Torres, see if he has anything.”

Bucky’s eyes remained fixed on the ceiling above you. He was quiet, like the first time you met, and distant. His gaze seemed far away, as if he were looking through the ceiling of this hideaway. After you heard the door of the room close behind Sam, you went back to work on Bucky’s side in silence. 

Carefully, you sowed the gash and tried to keep your hands steady. Every other jab with the needle made Bucky wince. You flinched at his sharp intake of breath and mumbled an apology before you went on to the next stitch. Five apologies later, the bleeding slowed and you gently pressed a crisp, white bandage to safeguard your handiwork. 

Immediately after you secured the gauze, Bucky moved to sit up. Before he could, you pressed on his shoulders again and pinned him in place. Though, you knew you couldn’t have pinned him if he hadn’t let you. Your upper body strength was nothing compared to his, you both knew that.

“Don’t move,” you said softly, “you’ll ruin my work.”

“It’s gonna be hard not to.” Bucky met your gaze and, in the dim light of the room, his eyes looked dark, almost sad. Something in his face, perhaps the dull, yet familiar laughter lines around his mouth or the bags under his eyes, alleviated the tension that had silenced before.

“You told me you wouldn’t. That you would take it easy and focus on making amends.”

Bucky closed his eyes at the disappoint that laced your tone. “I tried. I wanted to, Hell, I need to, but I can’t. I never could.”

“Why?”

“Because,” Bucky began to sit up from the table top, “I’m a soldier. I need the fight.”

You watched as he moved, as your hands slipped from his shoulders and fell back to your sides. He pulled his shirt down over his freshly bandaged wound. When he was covered, Bucky looked back up to you, saw your frown and frowned too.

“Soldiers get to come home,” you pointed out, arms crossed over your chest.

“If they’re lucky. I’ve never been lucky.”

You bit the inside of your cheek at that. He was right. Bucky told you his story once before, after a therapy session left him feeling a bit more dry than high. He told you that he couldn’t tell you everything, that he wouldn’t. He didn’t have to, but you still hoped for him.

“Luck can change.”

Bucky scoffed as he pushed himself to his feet. Now, at his full height, he towered slightly over you. Despite his looming figure, Bucky did not scare you. Even when he told you his story, what he had done, Bucky did not scare you. 

“Yeah, well, luck, or fate, or whatever, brought me to you and here we are,” he gestured to the dusty dwelling around you. You looked around with a careful eye before you playfully shrugged. 

“I’ve been in worse dives.” Bucky chuckled, a unforced sound that rose up from his chest against his will. “Really, I have.”

“I don’t doubt it. But we put you in danger, asking for your help here. I put you in danger.”

“Oh, are you serious?” You threw your hands up in the air, “there’s always going to be danger in this world. Aliens, war, bad luck.”

“I wanted to keep you safe,” he pressed, taking a step towards you. 

You could smell the perfume of the air freshener again, how it clung to his clothes. It distracted you, threw you into thoughts of what his apartment looked like, if he would ever share that part of him with you or if he would keep it locked away with his full story. You bit your tongue to keep yourself from asking, from wasting your breath on a question he wouldn’t answer. His words would have to be enough for you and, as if on cue, Bucky echoed his sentiment. 

“I wanted to keep you safe.”

“How noble, wanting to keep me safe, Barnes. Just me?” 

Silence was your immediate answer. Silence and Bucky’s full attention. You didn’t miss how his eyes flickered down from yours to your lips then back again.

“Just you.”

In the quiet that followed Bucky’s statement, you became frighteningly aware of your heartbeat again. It wasn’t pounding like before, but it felt loud, like it was pressing against your ribcage, begging to leap out and into Bucky’s arms. As if propelled by it, you found yourself leaning in towards his warmth just as he seemed to shrink away.

Before he was out of reach, you lifted your hands to his face and cupped his jaw. Stubble prickled your fingers and palm, though you were far too enraptured to care.

“Then stay alive,” you said softly, “change your luck and come home.”

In your mind, you did not picture Bucky’s home as his mystery apartment. Instead, you saw only this moment captured by some invisible third party. You saw home as just the two of you and the image made you heart beat a bit faster. 

“I’ll try.”

“Good.” 

For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, stewed in the new, easier tension between you. But then your resolve broke and you lips broke into a smile. Bucky mirrored your expression, a lopsided grin resting comfortably along his features. His eyes fell to the floor between you before he looked back into your face.

“Can...can I kiss y-”

“Yes, Barnes, please.”

Without wasting another second, Bucky leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. Your hands slipped from his jaw to the back of his head where your fingers tangled in the soft strands of his brown hair. One of his hands found your waist and pulled you close to him, while the other cupped your jaw. In sync, his mouth moved against yours and everything around you melted away.

No more wonderings or mystery. It was only you and Bucky, come danger, trouble, or bad luck; and Sam who lingered outside the door.

[sergeantsporks]

Writing Request: A sequel to this fic, where Luz visits Hunter afterwards

The Golden Guard: Dead.

Eda plopped down in the seat next to Luz, sipping at whatever was in her mug. “Well, that’s one less thing to worry about.”

Luz dropped her spoon with a plunk into her cereal. “He’s not dead!” she protested, “He can’t be dead, I—Eda, I left him with the healers! Do you think they got attacked after I went to find the palisman? I thought he’d be safe, I thought—”

Eda put a hand on her shoulder. “Luz. Look at the headline, it says he died in a demon attack. Over in the forest. Where you crashed.”

“So?”

“So if there had been an attack on a healer, killing one of their patients who just so happened to be the golden guard, THAT would be on the news, not this.”

That made sense, but still. What if it was a coverup for a secret assassination Kikimora had launched? “Mmmm…”

Eda shook her head with a small smile. “Alright, lemme grab Owlbert and we’ll check in, okay?”

“Thanks, Eda.”

Luz’s leg was bouncing the whole trip over, and she was hopping off the staff before they even came to a stop, running into the clinic. The nurse on desk duty smiled at her.

“Oh! Did you ever find his parents?”

“He’s okay?!”

“Well, in a manner of speaking. He’ll live. He kept trying to leave, though, and made his injuries reopen. We had to put him to sleep. His parents?”

Luz shook her head. “I’m… not sure he has any?”

The nurse’s face softened. “Oh, poor dear. That would explain why he was out in the woods by himself, though. The sedatives should be wearing off, he’s in room 224.”

“Thank you!” Luz dashed up the stairs and to the right room. The golden guard was awake, staring at the ceiling, and she crept over. His leg was propped up, and she could see bandages poking out of his hospital linens, covered in pain patches. “Feeling any better?”

“No,” he grumbled.

Luz sat on the bed next to him, and his hands moved, as if to swat her, but there was just a feeble twitch. “You didn’t tell them who you are?”

“Why? So Kikimora will know where I am and finish the job?” He eyed her. “You’re not here to finish me off, are you?”

“Seriously?! After everything I did to keep you alive?!”

“Hm.”

“So… what are you going to do? Just heal up and let them think you’re dead until you make a sudden reveal in a public space?”

“I don’t know,” he grumbled. His fingers twitched weakly, his eyes fixed on a stack of pain patches on the bedside counter. Luz picked one up.

“Where do you want it?”

“Hrmph.”

“I’m trying to help you, quit being difficult!”

“Oh, fine time to help me now, since you’re the reason I can’t go home, probably ever! The reason I’m like—like this!”

“What?! I saved your life!”

“If you hadn’t shot my staff off of the ship, I would have been able to fight back! I would have been able to warp away! I—” Tears blossomed at the corners of his eyes, but didn’t fall. “I wouldn’t be stuck here, barely able to move.” He turned his face away with a wince.

Words wouldn’t come to Luz’s mind now that she needed them. She hadn’t thought about that—she’d been trying to save the palisman and herself, of course, she hadn’t known what knocking away the staff would result in, but in a way, this was her fault. She peeled off the back on the pain patch silently, plastering it to the back of his neck where she could see the outline of an old one. His muscles relaxed, just a little.

“Just go away,” he grumbled, “You’ve ruined my life enough. I’m useless, so I can’t go home right now, and if I’m beaten this pathetically easily, I probably won’t even be accepted back into the coven when I am healed.”

Never able to go home, just because he’d gotten hurt? “I’m sorry,” she said quietly, “I didn’t know. About the coven, I mean. That’s not right, that they’d kick you out for a mistake, especially when it wasn’t your fault! It’s Kikimora’s! Shouldn’t she be the one getting kicked out?!”

“The emperor’s coven doesn’t have any room for failures and weaklings. The fact that I got in at all was a miracle.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter. Just leave. Please.”

The pleading in his voice made Luz’s arguments die right in her mouth. She got up, making her way back to the door. “Hey,” she said softly, “If you need anything, just… send a raven, okay? If you need help getting home, or finding somewhere, or…”

“I’m not taking help from you.”

“Geeze. Sorry I offered, golden guard.”

Even though the room was dim, Luz could see him squeeze his eyes shut, burying his face in the pillow. “Hunter.”

“What?”

“It’s… It’s just Hunter now. The golden guard is dead.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

One More Favour

Warnings: coercion, threats, intimidation, blood, guns.

This is dark!(mob)Steve Rogers and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Based on this drabble request:

Steve Rogers + “I told you to shut up and you know I don’t repeat myself.” + Mob AU + You thought after years of playing the good girl, Steve would ignore a little attitude. @americasass81​

Steve Rogers + “Do it for me… keep me from pulling that trigger.” + Mob AU + A confrontation of sorts? Reader caught in somewhere bad unknowingly @okaywitheverything​

The first time Steve Rogers stumbled through your door, you didn’t know what to do. His gun kept you from doing much as he directed you to your kitchen table and sat heavily, his other hand covered in blood as he grasped his side. He pointed to your scrubs with the metal barrel, but you weren’t a nurse, you were only an orderly. He didn’t care.

That night, you sewed him up silently, your hands unsteady as you fished around in your first aid kit, stained with his blood even after he left. The shadow of his pistol lingered in your mind until his next visit, just as unexpected as the first, but those that came after, were a ritual, although he kept his gun in the holster after the third.

You’d lost count of how many times he showed up. Sometimes he needed stitches, other times just something to eat or a couch to crash on. You never argued, you couldn’t really, the engraved handle of his gun kept you from much more than nodding and letting him stay.

You figured your house was one of the only safe places for the vaunted mob boss to hide out. No one was going to go sniffing around some orderly’s door, especially the old house with its peel roof and stained siding.

That night, you were asleep when he arrived. You woke up to a shadow standing over you and reached for your night side table. He caught your shoulder before you could slide open the drawer and pull out the knife. He rolled you onto your back and chuckled.

“It’s just me,” he stepped back, “I need help.”

You rubbed your eyes and stretched before you sat up. You’d worked a double and you were exhausted. You had another early morning ahead of you.

You followed him to the living room as he sat on the old couch, a used model from the seventies. The room shone with the amber light of the glass shaded lamp and he shrugged out of his jacket with a grunt. You went to the kitchen and got the metal box with the red cross on it. You returned as he peeled off his shirt, the sleeve stained red. His undershirt clung to his sweaty torso.

You sat beside him and groggily cleaned up the gash. A graze seared with gunpowder. You dabbed at it and yawned again. You looked up as you sensed him watching you. You frowned and focused on your task.

“You’re quiet,” he said as he relaxed against the cushions.

“You usually do most of the talking,” you grumbled.

“Mmm,” he hummed, “what’s wrong?”

“Tired,” you answered grumpily.

“Tired,” he repeated, “ah.”

His tone was smug and irked you as you wiped up the last of the blood. It wasn’t very deep at all. You opened a square of gauze and taped it over the cut. You tutted and packed up the kit. You stood and carried it back to the kitchen.

“You mad at me?” he asked.

“Why would I be mad at you?” you leaned in the doorway as he remained on the couch.

“You seem mad,” he said.

“I worked twelve hours and you have me bandaging you up like a toddler. You could have done that yourself.”

“Watch yourself,” he warned.

“Well…” you swallowed, knowing you walked a dangerous path, “is there anything else you need, your majesty?”

“Shut up,” he scowled as he rubbed his arm, “you don’t know who you’re talking to, girl.”

“Oh, I know, Steve Rogers,” you said, “I’m not as stupid as you think I am. Or as helpless. You can’t just keep showing up like--”

“I told you to shut up and you know I don’t repeat myself,” he stood and his hand went to his holster, “I never was mean to you. Can’t say that about many people.”

He neared and you stiffened. You watched his hand on his gun and as he got closer, he let it drop. He smiled as he sidled past you into the kitchen. You turned to watch him cross to the fridge and open it. He leaned on the door and peered inside.

“I don’t have much,” you said as you stepped into the kitchen, “I think you should go now. I have to work in--”

“Since when do you tell me what to do?” he closed the fridge and spun to face you.

“I think I’ve been pretty accommodating. I’ve patched you up, fed you, let you stay here. I’m just asking you one time to go. I’m tired, I gotta work in the morning, you know, a real job.”

He was quick to unholster his gun. You took a step back as your voice tied out. He examined the barrel and slowly turned it toward you. He straightened his arm and his expression hardened.

“I’ve been pretty accommodating you. I’ve kept you alive, let you be, and what has it cost you but a little bit of bread and some bandages?” he sneered.

“Steve--”

“You know what I could take from you,” he stepped closer, “you know what I could do to you?”

He pressed the muzzle to your chest and your lip quivered as you stared at him. His mouth slanted as he watched your expression fall. You exhaled slowly, as if the slightest move would earn you a bullet.

“That’s cute,” he moved the gun up to the strap of your tank top, “take it off.”

You wrinkled your brow and looked down at the pistol. You lifted your head again and met his gaze.

“Steve--”

“You can call me ‘sir’,” he growled, “think I’ve let you get too familiar, doll.”

“Don’t--”

“Shhh, you don’t tell me what to do,” he reached to slide you strap down your arm, “go on, do it for me… keep me from pulling that trigger.”

His hand spread across your chest and squeezed. He could feel your hard nipple through the cotton. You shivered and touched his hand softly. You begged him with your eyes but he was fixated on your body. He pushed the gun hard against your neck.

You slipped your other strap past your shoulder. You hooked your thumbs in the side of your shirt and pushed it down your torso. His eyes followed and lit up as you bunched the fabric up along the top of your shorts. The pistol glided between your tits and down your stomach. He pressed against the rumpled shirt.

“Take it all off,” he ordered, “now.”

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[ghost-like-pale]

no need to hide from me

info: philza finds out about your scars. not that he's mad, he's just surprised. 》 they/them 》 irl + platonic 》 1.5k words

warnings: explicit selfharm, blood, hurt/comfort, implied father/child-like bond

a/n: my first piece, i don't know how i feel about it.

this blog it meant as a way of coping with trauma/mental issues, please don't report it. if you don't want to see what i write, please just block me.

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"kgh-"

you felt the pain run through your body as the blood slowly dripped past your forearm onto your thigh. a sharp inhale went through your airpipe into your aching lungs.

"ack-!"

the small razorblade slid over your troubled skin for the fifth time these past 2 minutes, hoping no one would hear your small choked sobs from the echoing bathroom.

after letting the pain simmer down you get welcomed coldly by numbness. it never fails to meet you after a cut.

this meet-up has been nice, enjoyable, even. but the guilt of not being able to be as hyperactive as tommy and tubbo, the embarrassment of not understanding what wilbur was talking about and the shame of accidentally saying something stupid and phil laughing at it gave you a reason to punish yourself.

—

you didn't eat much during dinner, even though it was your favorite meal - kristen even cooked for everyone. that's exactly when phil knew something was wrong.

you excused yourself from the table and walked upstairs to the room you resided in. after the others moved on from the dinner table to the living room phil decided to go after you, telling kristen to heat up a plate of food and join the rest of their friends. kristen understood, and walked to the kitchen to grab a plate. phil quietly yet swiftly made his way upstairs.

—

you heard the stairs being climbed from the other side of the walls, widening your eyes and making you panic. the blade you were holding was stained with a mix of old and fresh blood. the tiny drops of dark-red liquid splashed on your leg once again. in a panic you threw the razor to the corner of the room and wiped the blood of your body hastily. you pulled your sleeves over your hands and hid them from sight, hoping the new cuts wouldn't bleed through the fabric.

"(y/n)?"

phil knocked on the door to your room. you wipe your face entirely, trying to physically get rid of your anxious expression and answered phil's call.

"come in!"

you sounded grossly happy, making you cringe internally. you trapped your hands between your legs while feeling the mattress sinking next to you.

"you okay? you didn't eat much earlier."

phil wasn't stupid; he knew you weren't. he wanted to see if you would confess to him on your own terms.

"oh, yeah. i'm okay, just didn't feel too hungry, heh."

the small laugh you exuded only worsened phil's concerns.

"(y/n), i'm not sure i believe you. you can trust me."

your panic grew by the second, not wanting to worry phil, yet desperately wanting to tell him. you didn't have the words for it and your brain is not going to bother finding them - it was too busy trying not to cry.

"phil, i promise i'm alright. i just wasn't hungry and i'm worn out from the things we did."

phil exhaled through his nose. what the hell was he going to ask you now?

you bit your lip harshly, trying to focus on the pang of hurt coursing through your mouth rather than your head.

"listen, (y/n). i know you better than this. you can tell me what's wrong-"

before he could properly finish his sentence you stood up. you screwed your eyes shut and yelled at him.

"I SAID I'M FINE, PHIL!"

phil was taken aback by the sudden and intense hostility you showed.

"i'm...i-i.."

you slowly came to a realisation as to what happened. your lips sputtered unintelligible words and your eyes spilled out tears. phil quickly came to his senses and stood up as well. his arms wrapped around your upper arms and shoulders, his head resting on top of yours.

"it's okay, (y/n). i'm not mad, i promise."

you didn't respond. you only sobbed louder and pushed your face into his chest, finding safety in his secure embrace. you stood like this for a bit, calming down over time until the sobs from earlier were nothing more than hiccups.

"are you okay to talk about it now?"

phil eventually spoke up. you nod slowly, pulling away from the hug and letting yourself fall onto the bed you sat on a while ago, phil following your lead.

"what's wrong, kid?"

you let out a shaky breath and let go of the sleeve you were holding onto tightly during the conversation. you grabbed the end of your sleeve and tried to pull it up, but to no avail.

you couldn't. you couldn't show him yourself.

you whined softly, trying to think of a solution. phil rested his hand on your thigh as a way of non-verbal support, giving you an idea. you dropped your arm onto phil's hand, him instantly understanding what you meant and grabbing your arm gingerly. he placed it on his lap and carefully peeled off the sleeve.

"oh, (y/n)."

it was a sight to behold; a bloodied arm with messy cuts, a few still dribbling slightly, most of your skin covered in the half-dried crimson fluid.

refusing to look at phil, you stared at the wall on the other side of the room. you could feel his eyes staring daggers at it, your face heating up in shame and vulnerability.

"i'm so sorry, (y/n)."

you felt your sleeve being pulled over your arm again and you were pulled into another embrace. this time the hug felt sympathetic, like it was apologizing to you for everything you've ever been through, saying sorry for the fact you had to do this as a way to live with yourself.

if you had anything left, you could've cried for hours. but your tears ran out a while ago, so you stayed quiet, with the exception of a few whimpers and sighs.

"thank you for telling me."

phil broke the silence again, a small smile appearing on your tear-stained face.

"but- we should really clean up that arm. you don't want that to get infected."

he said with a hint of a chuckle. it was kind of nice hearing him be a little humorous in such a depressing scene.

"yeah, maybe we should."

you responded with the same tone. he grabbed your hand and lead you to the nearest bathroom. he fetched the softest towel he could find and dampened it with lukewarm water. he then turned his attention to you; he dabbed the still open cuts first and cleaning up the freshest blood. then he moved onto the dried blood around it, wiping it carefully, minding the sensitive wounds.

"stay here, i'll get the first-aid kit from the other bathroom."

phil said, before disappearing into the hall outside. you stood on the cold tiles for a few moments, pondering how you even managed to muster the strength to tell anyone. you were glad you did, though.

"i'm back!"

the familiar voice rang through the reverberating room and into your ears, making you turn your head in the door's direction. the smile grew slightly when phil's face entered your vision.

"arm, please."

you did as he asked and handed your arm to him. he took a cream-coloured bandage out of the small bag and gently yet firmly wraps your injured arm.

"thank you, phil."

your smile was persisting while looking at the bandaged arm. phil packed up the first-aid kit and grinned himself.

"you're welcome, kid. now, let's get some clean clothes and a plate of warm food."

—

"PHILZA!"

tommy yelled from the couch he sat on. the rest of the group quickly turned around to greet their friends.

"hi, mate. what are we watching?"

wilbur waved over to you and signaled to come sit next to him. you happily obliged and sat down with a plate in hand. the couch was just big enough to seat 3 people, you, tommy and wilbur occupying said seats. kristen sat on the chair on the left, while tubbo sat on a pillow on the floor with his hand in a bag of crisps.

"no idea, we were just going to choose something."

wilbur answered for him, earning him a smack on the knee from the blonde. phil laughed while lowering himself into a chair on the right side of the couch.

"he asked me, you prick."

"well, you were just too slow."

the two boys bickered back and forth a bit until tubbo spoke up.

"why don't we let (y/n) decide?"

both wilbur and tommy seemed satisfied with that resolution, nodding their heads and verbally agreeing.

"uhm, how about ___."

kristen immediately agreed, so did phil and tubbo. tommy was still a bit bitter about not being the one to choose, but didn't object, the same for wilbur.

"alright, it has been decided!"

—

the movie was quite long, but enjoyable. your dinner was finished and the plate stood on the coffee table, next to an empty glass and a half-eaten bag of crisps.

your head rested on wilbur's shoulder, a fluffy blanket draped over you along with one of his arms. your eyelids were heavy, the light emitting from the tv becoming more distant every second.

a final consious breath escaped your lungs and you finally fell asleep.

the comfort this household has brought you is something you couldn't find anywhere else - you were truly home.

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thank you for reading, please be nice

masterlist

[backtobackbakubabe]

Speak Easy Part 3

Bakugo x Reader

Words: 4892

Masterlist

Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together?

Words with 'this' is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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Dabi had laid you down gently in the back seat of his car, taking off his jacket to lay over you. You wanted to fall asleep you really did. But the consistent pain coming from your hip was enough to keep you awake, but not enough for you to pass out. You hugged the jacket around you that smelled like smoke and coffee.

You don’t know much time passed but eventually you were being pulled from the backseat. He picked you up bridal style and made his way to the house, “Look at you. We’re not even married, and you already have me carrying you over the threshold.”

When you didn’t react to his little joke he sighed, “Wow tough crowd, okay.”

He walked straight to the couch and put you down before immediately jogging to the kitchen to grab some first aid supplies… amongst other things.

He came back and sat on the table that was in front on the couch and maneuvered you so your injured hip was accessible to him. “Okay this is going to sting for a little bit, but I’m going to need you to stay still until I’m done.” Without any more warning then that he poured what smelled like vodka on the wound.

It stung like a bitch, causing you to dig your nails into the cushion of the couch and grit your teeth so hard you were surprised they didn’t crack.

He started to wipe it down with some kind of cloth. Cleaning all the dried blood and sweat from you. You were practically panting now trying to breathe through the sharp pain. “That’s it. Keep breathing. Good girl. I’m almost done.” He taped a bandage over it before pulling your hoodie back down. “There. Good as new.”

He helped you sit up a little so he could give you a glass of water, which you were incredibly thankful for. “Alright… so I have all the good stuff. Anything you could want really.” He pulled out several bottles of pills.

You didn’t know what was in those bottles, but you knew you didn’t want any. You’ve had enough drugged out days to last a lifetime. So as much as you knew it’d help with the pain, you didn’t want it. You just met Dabi less than twelve hours ago. You didn’t know what kind of bullshit he’d pull once you went under.

You shook your head no and pointed to the bottle of vodka. You may not want pills, but a shot wouldn’t kill you.

He chuckled, “Okay tough guy. Whatever you say.” He walked back to the kitchen and returned with two of the biggest shot glasses you had ever seen. “Let’s get this party started huh?” He poured two shots and handed one to you. “To life off the grid.”

You both threw your shots back. He with no reaction, you however immediately started coughing.

His hand rubbed a circle on your back, “Look at you. Took it like a champ. Didn’t even need a chaser.” He poured another shot for himself and brought it up to his lips but stopped when he saw you looking at him. “What? You didn’t think I’d give you more than one, did you? Oh no, no, no. With how tiny you are? Not to mention your tolerance has probably gone to shit. I think one is plenty for now.”

Well jokes on him. Just because you seem weak doesn’t mean you are. He’s not going to tell you how much you can and can’t drink. You scooted to the edge of the couch, wincing a little as you did. You scooped up the bottle of vodka and took a swig straight from the bottle.

You saw something flash behind his eyes, but he immediately hid it behind a playful smirk, “I don’t know if you’re a badass or a brat. Only time will tell. But I’ll have you know that in my house… My word is law. I’m just trying to help you after all.” He tore the bottle from your hands before securing the lid, giving it an extra hard squeeze to keep you from opening it again. “But because this is your first night here, and you’re hurt, and I really am a nice guy. I’ll let it slide this once…. So? You still want some ice cream?”

You nodded as you reached for your notebook but was alarmed when you couldn’t find it. You could already feel the light feeling of a buzz taking over, but you refused to let Dabi know he was right about your tolerance.

“What’s up? What are you looking for?” You made a gesture with your hands as if you were writing something down. “Ah, right. The handy dandy notebook. It’s probably in the car. I’ll go grab it.” He took a few steps away before coming back to grab the bottle of vodka, mumbling something about how he refuses to clean up your puke.

You took this time while he was away to get a better look at the place. It was very minimalistic. Lots of greys, whites, and blacks. The couch felt just as expensive as the giant tv on the wall looked. From what you could see of the kitchen, it looked nice. The shiny appliances were either kept impeccably clean, or never used. Was this his house? It hardly looked lived in.

“Alright got the notebook. How about you pick something to watch while I scoop some ice cream. What do you want? One for Vanilla, two for chocolate, three for cookies and cream.”

You held up three fingers. You were amazed at how well he was adjusting to communicating with you already. He had just accepted that you weren’t talking and went with it.

“Cookies and cream huh? I thought you’d be more of a fan of vanilla.” He chuckled. “The remot is on the side table next to you. The TV is rigged so you can basically watch whatever you want. Just type it into the search bar.”

You picked up the remote and quickly started scanning through channels. Your finger accidentally brushed the microphone button and you froze at the loud beeping noise that signaled it was listening.

Dabi had made his way over with two bowls both with cookies and cream. He saw the face you made at the remote before taking it from you and replacing it with a bowl of ice cream. “Hey none of that pouty shit. It’s not cute. This is temporary, you’ll be talking again in no time.”

He looked at the screen, “Okay one for anime, two for live action.” You held up one finger. “Okay, One for thriller, two for action, three for comedy. Four for romance.” You held up two fingers. “Oh, thank god I really thought you were going to pick romance. Okay I’m going to scroll through them, just tap my shoulder when you want me to stop.”

He scrolled for a while before you stopped him at Naruto. “Ah a classic. Good pick. Now get comfy. I have a feeling you’re gonna pass out before the first episode is even over.”

Sure enough, soon after finishing your bowl of ice cream you felt your eye lids drooping. A part of you was still nervous to fall asleep. But seeing as you just had a wild 24 hours… there was no way in hell you were fighting sleep for long.

“You ready for bed yet?” You sleepily nodded your head and started to slide down so you could lay down on the couch. “Oh no you don’t.” He scooped you up and headed down a hallway. He entered a rather large room with a bathroom attached and tossed you onto the bed causing the wound in your hip to throb. “Okay welcome to you room, this your bed, that is your bathroom. I will be right across the hall. I’d say yell if you need something but… well you know. So… try to not need me. Have a good night.”

You grabbed his wrist before he could get far, “What don’t tell me you’re like afraid of the dark or something.” He turned around to see your blushing face as you pointed to the bathroom and then to yourself. “Ooooooh, okay. Right. So, is this like a you need to pee situation? Or did you like… want to shower? Not that I’m against helping you take a shower…” He smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes and held up one finger. “Okay, okay, but you will eventually have to shower. But I guess we can figure that out tomorrow.” There was a wicked gleam in his eye that could only be compared to a child who was plotting on how to steal a cookie from the cookie jar.

He had been pretty patient while waiting for you to finish going to the bathroom, but he was still just as rough as he tossed you back onto the bed. “Alright, so, to reiterate, I’m right across the hall. Try to not need me. Good night.”

You sank into the bed the second the door closed behind him. You were alone. You were free and you were alone. Twenty-four hours ago, you had been strapped to a bed with shock collar on. You curled into a ball and cried. You wanted this to be the last time you felt sorry for yourself, so you wanted to get it all out now. Tomorrow was the first day of your new life and you didn’t plan on wasting a single second of it.

It didn’t take long for you to cry yourself to sleep considering how exhausted you were. What would have surprised you however was the fact that Dabi was sitting just outside the door listening to you muffled sobs, clenching his fists in rage.

It wasn’t until he heard you screaming that he realized he had fallen asleep there. On his feet in seconds he ran into your room. What he saw shook him a little bit. You had kicked all of the blankets off the bed. Soaked in sweat and tears. Your body was jerking around so hard it looked painful. You were having a nightmare, likely due to PTSD.

Shit what did he do? He’s no stranger to bad dreams, but he also knows he could make it worse if he doesn’t do this right. “Hey y/n. Y/N! I need you to wake up honey. It’s just a dream. You’re safe. Y/n. Y/N! Come on now follow my voice. Wake up for me yeah? You’re okay, I promise.” He reached out and as lightly as he possibly could touched your cheek.

You were burning up. He cursed as he tried to peel your soaked hoodie off of you. He started to shake your shoulder a little harder. But all that did was make you panic and thrash around. So he grabbed you and held you to him. “God Damnit Y/n. Wake up!”

He felt the tension leave your body only for a moment before you started to try and push him off of you.

He immediately dropped his arms and pushed away from you. “Hey you’re okay. It’s just me. Remember your hero pals saved you yesterday and now we’re roomies.” He could see the confusion in your eyes start to fade as you woke up. “Believe me I understand. I’d be scared too if I woke up in a weird place with my ugly mug lookin at you.”

He reached for your journal and tried to hand it to you. “You want to talk about it?”

You shook your head and hugged your knees to your chest. He nodded and put the journal back on the nightstand. “That’s okay. You don’t have to…” He wasn’t very good at this part. Talking about emotions and shit. “Yeah so uh… I can get you a different shirt.” He could see the goosebumps already raising on your arms. Now that the panic and adrenaline had subsided you were damp and cold. “And I can get a warm bath going if you want? He looked at the clock. It’s 5:30, which in ungodly early for me, but if you’re up I guess we can go ahead and start the day… How does that sound?”

You refused to look him in the eye and settled for a shrug of your shoulders, letting your knees drop from your chest. He could see straight through your tank top and was pleasantly surprised to find that under that baggie hoodie you had some nice tits.

He liked his lips and lucky for him, you were too busy avoiding eye contact that you didn’t even notice. “Alright well I tried being nice in giving you an option so now I’m telling you. You’re taking a bath.” He picked you up and walked towards the bathroom. “I’ll get the water going. Do you think you can manage making it from the toilet to the tub without me?”

Again, you shrugged which was quickly becoming one of his biggest pet peeves. He groaned, “One for yes, two for no. No more fucking shrugging.”

You nodded and held up one finger. “Alright, that wasn’t that hard was it?”

Without waiting for an answer he knew he wasn’t going to get he started the water and left you to it.

He went out to the car to grab the backpack the mini might kid had packed for you. Then into his room to grab you a clean shirt. He was going to leave the items outside the bathroom door until he heard a thump followed by a groan.

“Y/n? Did you fall down?” A very long pause later and you hit the side of the tub once. “Okay do you need help getting up?” Another long pause before you hit the side twice. “Are you sure?” He desperately wanted you to say no. Not to sound like a perv, but he’d love to get a quick peek at you.

Two hits on the tub sounded. “Okay, I’m coming in.” He opened the door almost too quickly. There you were sitting on the floor, back against the tub, completely naked. He had expected you to try and hide yourself from view, but was shocked when you practically reached for him, baring your entire chest for him to drink in.

He stopped for a moment before picking you up. “I’m not going to pick you up like I usually do. Instead I’m going to help you stand, and hold you while you try to get in yourself. We gotta start working on those legs.” You looked nervous but nodded anyways.

He hooked his hands under your armpits and pulled against him in standing position. His pinkies barley brushing the outside of your breasts and even that little bit drove him crazy. But he contained himself. The last thing he needed was you randomly activating your quirk and figuring out what a horn dog he is.

You weakly attempted to raise your right leg high enough to get into the tub. You were almost there, you almost had it. “That’s it, you’re doing so well. Just a little more, come on you can do it.” Whether you knew it or not, your ass was pushing back into Dabi’s crotch and he wasn’t going to make it much longer. So he lifted you a little higher making it easier for you to step in. “OKAY, I think one leg is good enough progress for now.” He sat the rest of you in gently before quickly turning away calling over his shoulder, “Alright, I’ll be back in… ten minutes to help you back out.”

You waited until he was gone to let a small giggle out. It honestly took you by surprise. It was the first time you had made a noise that wasn’t out of pain in a while. But just remembering the blush of his cheeks when you reached for him was enough to have you smile to yourself.

Before all of this happened to you were no stranger to being naked. In fact, you loved it. Maybe it was some weird side effect of your quirk. But you loved being naked, being intimate, having sex. To you there was no better bliss. You craved it. Your quirk allowed you all the control you could ever want, but there was something so intoxicating about giving that control over completely to someone else. To be praised, to be worshipped, to be adored.

Well at least that was the way you were before. Before you weren’t allowed to touch anyone, or look at them, or… speak to them. What if you were different now? What if being controlled for so long, being forced to do things against your will… what if it changed you?

The thought made you sad. You briefly considered testing the waters with Dabi, but quickly shook that from your head. And it wasn’t even the fact he was a villain, as much as you hate to admit it, you’d slept with villains before. But could you even consider him a villain anymore. You could see what Todoroki had meant by saying he was neither hero nor villain.

No, the biggest reason you needed to keep your hands off Dabi is because he was nice enough to take you in. You don’t need to jeopardize your safety just to curb your cravings.

You quickly scrubbed your body clean and did your best to wash your hair, but it was a nightmare. Your hair was crazy long now and the knots and tangles were just impossible to get through. You wined in frustration as your fingers yet again got stuck.

“You know I could always shave your head, I’m sure you could pull it off.” You stuck your tongue out at him as he handed you a brush. “Better watch who you’re sticking that tongue out at.” He hesitated, “Arms up, time to get out.”

You felt like a child, but you obeyed without protest. Earning you a “good girl” that sent shivers down your spine. “Hm? Do you like it when I praise you?”

You shrugged and avoided eye contact and you could feel the growl rip through is chest. “What did I say about fucking shrugging?”

You bit your lip and pulled yourself closer to him so he couldn’t see your blushing face.

Like a sack of potatoes, you were tossed onto to the bed. He tossed you a pair of clean underwear and one of his shirts that would easily come down to your knees. Once you were dressed, he roughly pulled you to the edge of the bed and sat between your legs.

Your heart rate spiked, and you let out an excited gasp. His hand smoothed up your thigh, “Relax, I’m just putting a new bandage on your hip. Don’t get so excited.” He examined the shallow wound and you winced. It took everything in him not to place a kiss right over your wound. He’d made that mark on you. It would definitely scar and as twisted as it sounded… he liked that.

He started to tape the new bandage down. One of his hands rubbed the inside of your thigh, while the other made sure the bandage was secure. God he just wanted to bite into the soft flesh in front of him. He took a deep breath to steady himself, but he was absolutely not prepared for… was you winding your fingers through his white locks.

“Y/n… what?” Your fingers tightened causing him to groan and let lose. He started to kiss the meaty part of your thigh, biting ever few kisses drawing sweet sounds from your lips that made him wonder what your voice sounded like. He made his way up to your hip and kissed right above the bandage before licking up from you belly button and up your sternum, pushing your shirt… well his shirt up as he went. He grabbed one of your tits in one hand while he sucked on the other nipple. Your hips bucked up as his hand traveled south. As soon as his hand started to sneak past your underwear something in you snapped.

You couldn’t do this. Not now. Something wasn’t right. You felt trapped under his body weight, you couldn’t breathe. Too much, you weren’t ready.

You pushed at his hand and whined until finally he got the message. He stopped and looked at your confused eyes, “Shit… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I-I guess I misread that one.” He pulled your shirt back down and knelt in front on you on the bed. “I guess we should set some rules huh?”

Rules… rules… follow the rules.

You yanked your gaze down to stare at your hands that you had folded in your lap. Don’t look, don’t talk, don’t touch.

He reached for one of your hands, but you yanked it back shaking your head. “Hey look at me.” You continued to stare into your lap. He swore under his breath, “Please… look at me. I need to know what I did or said that freaked you out so bad. This is what I mean when I said we need rules-“ You flinched. “Oh is the word rules?”

You started to shrug before you remembered he wouldn’t like that. You lifted a shaky hand and picked up your journal and handed it to him open to the first page. You snuck a glance at his expression as he read over them. His face was expressionless as he read over your list of rules. “Hm… sounds kinky.”

He looked around for something to write with before coming to sit next to you, making sure to give you plenty of space. “Okay so how about instead we have laws?” You gave a quick shrug before nodding in agreement. He narrowed his eyes at you, “And law number one. No fucking shrugging.”

He handed the pen to you, “You’re turn. Write something down.” You gave him a questioning look, “Don’t worry about it, if I don’t like it, I’ll just draw a line through it. We’re brainstorming here.”

You wrote down “No drugs.” You heard him groan but he nodded anyways.

“Okay fine but then you have to make eye contact when talking to me. Doesn’t matter if it’s verbal or not.”

You went on like that for a while until you had a new set of “laws”

You had agreed to workouts in the pool to get your strength back up and he agreed to try and learn sign language with you.

The last law he added however was “I will not initiate the sexy time without written or verbal consent.”

You rolled your eyes and went to push him away but he dodged you easily enough. He quickly stood up throwing you over his shoulder. “Alright enough of that. We have a long day ahead of us.”

You helped him make breakfast while he explained that this house was one of many that he owned under different aliases. This one was the most secluded and had the best security system.

You were still picking at your pancakes when he sat next to you at the kitchen island bringing a laptop with him. “I’m not helping you down from here until you eat every last bite. Law number 7- Eat three full meals a day. Need to put some meet on those bones.”

He pulled up a website that had a video queued up that said introduction to sign language. “Okay before we get going 1 for tea, 2 for coffee.”

Your eyes lit up as you held up 2 fingers and scurried to grab your journal. ‘Can you put some milk in it?’ It had been so long since you had coffee and the thought had you bouncing with excitement.

He read it and gave you a thumbs up. “Go ahead and start the video, I’m just over here.”

And that’s how you set into your routine. Every day you’d sleep in until you decided to get up. Eat a big breakfast. Work on sign language. Eat Lunch. Do some kind of workout in the pool. Relax and watch TV. Eat dinner. Take a bath. Go to bed.

You did this every day for the past two weeks and you could already tell a difference. You and Dabi had learned a few basics in sign. Only a few words, but it was a start. But Dabi’s favorite part was helping you walk.

Not that he didn’t like carrying you, but this was just as much fun. He’d hold you under the armpits from behind and he’d let you stand on his feet like a child. You still couldn’t walk on your own, but you were so close. Every day you felt stronger and you knew it was only a matter of time.

Today marks sixteen days that you had been here. You watched as Dabi cleaned up the rest of breakfast. You frowned as you thought about how much he did for you and how little you gave in return. You hadn’t noticed him walk over to you until his hand was lifting your chin to look at him. “Pool time?”

You nodded and signed back ~Pool time~. You reached your arms up to be picked up and he easily complied, no worse than a trained dog.

“You’ve gained weight. I can tell.”

You looked horrified as you slapped his shoulder. ~rude~

He chuckled, “Hey don’t get all huffy about it. It’s a good thing. You were way too skinny before. You looked like a strong breeze would blow you over and break all of your bones.” He stopped at the edge of the pool giving you a wicked look. “Now you’re starting to look healthy again. Healthy enough for me to do this and not feel bad about it.”

He tossed you into the pool, clothes and all. You sputtered to the surface but didn’t have to struggle long before he was behind you leading you to the shallow end. “You’re fine. Almost there, don’t be so dramatic.”

He led you to the wall you usually hold on to for your exercises and let you go. You growled as you flipped him off. Idiot doesn’t need to know sign language to understand that one.

You pulled your wet shirt off and tossed it over to one of the lounge chairs. Leaving you in just a bra and underwear, which is how you normally did these exercises. Dabi had requested the heroes send a bathing suit in the next care package, but it hadn’t arrived yet.

He reached around your middle section and pulled you away from the wall after you had done a couple sets of squats and leg kicks. “Okay now lets see how you do without the wall.” He turned you around to face him and slowly backed away only holding your elbows now. “Okay now lets take a lap around the shallow end shall we?”

At first your steps were more like tiny shuffles. “It’s gonna take us all damn day if you don’t start taking bigger steps. Come on you can do it. Pick those feet up!”

You gave him a harsh glare. He knew you couldn’t fight back right now because your hands were too busy gripping his arms for support.

You started taking larger steps and then larger ones and then eventually you had made it almost all the way around. Dabi stepped back and completely. “Okay just a few more steps. I think you can do them on you own. Come on baby girl. Just a few steps. You can do it.”

You nodded enthusiastically, of course you could. It was just a few steps. You could do this. You reached your hands out to the side and took your first step by yourself. Your eyes lit up at the feeling. Sure, it was only in the pool, but that was progress! “That’s it! Good girl, keep going!” You reached for him as you took another step, followed by another and another and then suddenly he was picking you up. “Hell yeah! Atta girl! Good job. I think that earned you some kind of reward.” He gave the top of your head a quick kiss as he started to carry you out of the pool.

Your head was singing with his praises, and your body was buzzing with adrenaline after crossing such a huge milestone. He carried you to his room where he pulled out another shirt for you to wear. “Okay so about that rewar-“

He was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. His eyes went dark. No one was supposed to know where this place was. He quickly picked you up and sprinted to the office. There was a secret false wall panel that led to a saferoom. He had told you of its existence in case he ever needed to hide you, but you hadn’t actually seen it. He was in the process of opening up the wall when a familiar flash of blonde hair showed on the security monitor. You pinched his shoulder and pointed.

He looked at what you were pointing at and groaned. “What the fuck is he doing here?”

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[tedesquire]

Hey I saw your requests were open! I was wondering if you could do a gender neutral reader insert for Bill? Like the reader is more punk/goth and paints their nails and Bill is curious about it so they paint their nails together? Thanks for taking the time to write and take requests! :)

Bring Back Manly Men (Headcanon)

Gender Neutral! Reader/Bill

Typical to 80′s fashion, nail polish ads targeted towards women usually ranged from a spectrum of nudes, peaches, bronze, bronze, light pinks, hot pinks, violets, reds, maroons, purples.

These were the colors Missy often seemed to go for on the Preston family’s rare outings, so Bill hadn’t really given deep thought to the possibilities of other colors. 

Nevermind the fact that Bill doesn’t really think deeply about anything other than Wyld Stallyns and his friendship with Ted. 

However, he suddenly started paying attention when Best’s Magazine came out with a new issue that featured Steven Tyler with painted nails on the cover.

If an absolute rock legend such as Steven Tyler could wear nail polish, why couldn’t he?

Of course, he wasn’t sure where to go to buy black nail polish and if Ted couldn’t tell him (which he couldn’t) then Bill was out of luck.

That is, until he saw you.

Bill noticed the dark tint of your nails and it took him a moment to come up with enough courage to ask you where you got the polish.

You wanted to be skeptical... Why was Bill Preston of all people talking to you, let alone asking about your nail polish?

“Mervyn’s.” You replied. “...Why?”

“To have the best band in the world.” Bill answered, as if it was obvious. You weren’t able to make the connection and let the conversation end there. 

The next day at school, you noticed Bill stumbling late for your shared class together, acting nervous with his hands held firmly in his pockets. 

“Mr. Preston, would you like to participate in class today?” Your history teacher snidely remarked, much to Bill’s chagrin. The boy hesitantly took his hands out of his pocket, revealing a pair of thin, winter gloves.

“Mr. Preston, would you like to take off the gloves?” Bill huffed, his cheeks pinking as all eyes met his figure. One the offending items were removed your teacher sighed heavily, eyes raking over the bandages wrapped all around his hands.

“Get into an accident, Mr. Preston?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And how exactly did you manage to injure both your hands?”

“He cut them!” Ted offered, making Bill’s eyes twitch. “On the washing machine?”

“Trying to fix the washing machine.” Bill tried to correct.

“And no blood on your bandages? Well Mr. Preston, I think your injury has distracted the class long enough. I expect these worksheets to be done by the end of class.”

“Yes, sir.” You saw Ted pick up Bill’s paper, trying his best to follow along and help his friend out.

“Hey,” you whispered, having finally found a moment in the lecture to try and talk to Bill. “What really happened to your hands?”

Bill looked around, making sure no one was looking to peel some of the bandages back to reveal black paint stained on his fingernails down to his middle knuckles. 

“I tried to paint them but my hands were too shaky but then it wouldn’t come off.” He fidgeted, looking shameful. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”

Your heart went out to the dim blonde, and you sighed, wondering if you were going to regret what you were about to say.

“Swing by my house after school, I can fix them for you.”

“Really?” You nodded, eyeing your teacher’s back to make sure you weren’t going to get caught. You scribbled your address on a piece of paper for him. 

You weren’t sure why he wanted to paint his nails so badly, but nonetheless, you felt the urge to help him. 

-

As much as Ted wished to tag along, he knew his dad would kill him if he so much saw a drop of paint on his son’s nails, and he didn’t mind some alone time with Missy as she dropped him off, so he opted out of the experience. 

“Oh god.” You mumbled as you peeled off the last layer of bandages. It really was a mess. The two of you sat on your bed, soft music playing through your radio.

“So,” You opened your bottle of acetate, a chemical scent sweeping through your nostrils. “Why do you want to paint your nails anyway?” You worked on cleaning the goop off his nails.

Trying not to move his hand, he gently leaned over to the side of your bed and unzipping his backpack, revealing the rolled up copy of Best.

“Oh! Is that what you were trying to go for?”

“Trying, at least. Ted tried to help as well but...” His free hand went to scratch the back of his neck. 

“It takes a bit of practice.” You patted his hand, trying to encourage him. “It’s nice, every once and a while, to try and treat yourself by painting your nails.” He hummed in agreement.

“You know, It’s not just Steven Tyler,” you mention, ignoring his wincing as you pushed his cuticles back. “David Bowie paints his nails, Ozzy Osbourne, and so does Freddie Mercury! Although, he only paints his left hand since he’s right-handed.”

“Most excellent.” Bill was caught off guard. He supposed he wasn’t as caught up with the rock world as he thought. 

“I’m surprised you wanted to do this.” You mumbled, clipping his nails. “Most guys wouldn’t be caught dead. And.. aren’t you afraid that people will call you.. names? Most of our classmates may not be as progressive as you are.” You unscrewed the nail polish cap 

“Well... Ted is the only person I hang out with, and you’re my friend now, right? For doing this?” You met his gaze and nodded, enjoying his candor. “So if I only care about you two, then what does it matter? The only negative consequence I can think of is how it will affect our band, but if anything, we’ll be even more bodacious than we already are!” He concluded.

“I think you’re on to something there, Preston. Most of those guys became famous because they didn’t let bias or other people’s judgement define them. They were just themselves. You finally finished, picking up his palm and admiring the work.

“What do you think?” You asked.

“Wow. I- This is most resplendent.” He gushed, lifting his hands to get a better look.

“Be careful not to touch anything, the paint still isn’t dry.” He nodded, slowly getting off your bed to head to the mirror in your room.

He almost forgot you were there, getting so engrossed in posing his hands and recreating the magazine’s picture, until you awkwardly cleared your throat.

“You.... want a picture? Like Steven’s?” You asked, opening one of your drawers to reveal a polaroid.

“Really?” 

“Yeah, for your band, right?”

“O..okay.” Bill couldn’t suppress the smile, backing up towards your wall and lying his hands on his face.

“3...2...1...” click. “There you go.” Bill looked quite nice, and you couldn’t help but feel proud that you helped him be able to feel this way.

“Here, you keep it.” Bill handed the picture back to you. “You can be the first.”

“First?” You questioned. “First what? First fan?”

“No! The first stylist! We’ll be sure to mention you when we go on talk shows and perform concerts.” He answered, his confidence making you smile.

The moment was broken by the honking of a car outside.

“Oh! That’s probably Missy. Thank you for helping me! I’ll see you tomorrow?” Bill gently but quickly gathered his stuff, standing by your doorway.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow Bill.” He smiled, leaving your eyeline as he traversed downstairs. 

You looked down at the polaroid, still in your hands and smiled softly. You had a feeling you weren’t going to regret being Bill’s friend.

[team-gabriel]

♟brightglass?

so, uh… yeah. I might’ve gotten a little carried away. enjoy?

[also on my AO3]

♟- patching up a wound

Jack Bright was almost certain that he’s bled through the half-assed bandage job he’s done on his shoulder. He can feel the throbbing pain radiating down his arm with every exhausting step that he trudged up the stairs to his apartment.

He fumbled with his keys for a few moments before he finally managed to pull the door open, kicking his shoes haphazardly by the mat and hanging his (now somewhat bloody) lab coat on the hook beside the door… he’d wash that out in the morning; he was too tired to do anything about that tonight.

Judging by the blood on his coat, he knew that his shirt had to be soaked as well, and, looking down at the ugly, dark red stain that had spread across his once-white dress shirt, he found that his guess was correct. Jack groaned in frustration — yep, that shirt was ruined… he really liked that one, too…

Whatever.

Simon, who had been sitting at the kitchen counter, was currently pouring all of his focus into the psych reports scattered in front of him. The commotion Bright caused as he entered the apartment was enough to draw his attention, but he still hadn’t looked up from his work.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” Bright muttered toward the psychiatrist before he even had a chance to speak.

“Rough day, I take i— Jack, what the hell happened to you?!”

Simon’s casual statement quickly turned into an exclamation of shock and panic the moment he glanced up to see his blood-covered boyfriend.

“Simon, I said I don’t wanna hear it,” Jack groaned in response. He was not in the mood for Simon’s fussing, and wanted nothing more than to just replace the bandages, put on a clean t-shirt, and go to bed…

“Jack—!”

“Don’t worry about it…” Bright dismissed as he tossed his keys and lanyard onto the table, undoing his tie and wincing as another sharp wave of pain hit him.

“Oh. Right. Yeah,” Glass replied in disbelief, his tone somehow managing to convey both sarcasm and utter panic. “There’s absolutely nothing to worry about here!”

“Simon. Really…” Bright groaned, both out of frustration and pain. “It’s fine…”

“Oh, sure looks it, Jack,” Glass replied, hastily gathering his papers into a pile and standing from his spot at the table.

Simon vanished into the bathroom and Jack could hear him rifling around through the cabinet for the first-aid kit… a lot of good that will do him, Jack thought bitterly.

“I’m too tired for this,” Jack muttered loudly. “Just let me go to bed—”

“Oh, so you can bleed to death?” Glass piped up, still digging around in the disorganized mess that was his cabinets.

“I’m not going to bleed to death.”

Jack heard Simon’s rummaging abruptly stop for a moment, and despite being in a completely separate room, Bright could practically feel the incredulous glare Simon was giving him right now. Simon muttered something under his breath and continued his search.

“…and so what if I do!?” Jack shouted back. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve bled out…! and sure as hell won’t be the last!”

Simon reentered the kitchen, having finally found the first-aid kit, and still refusing to give Bright’s previous comments any form of response. He grabbed the chair that he had been sitting in and loudly dragged it across the kitchen floor — Jack wincing at the harsh sound.

“You know, Si, those downstairs neighbors are probably loving you right now…” he remarked.

“Sit.”

“…You’re being absolutely ridiculous, you know that?”

“Sit.”

“Simon, just give me the bandages, I can do this mysel—”

“Jack Bright, sit your arse down in this chair, or so help me god—!”

“Damn, Si, look at you — taking charge like that,” Jack teased, his voice still having that sharp edge to it, once again refusing to acknowledge any of the severity of this situation. “…Keep talkin’ to me like that, and you’re gonna make me act up—”

Bright had enough sense to cut his statement short when he was met with that frustrated exhaustion in Simon’s eyes. He dropped his inappropriate comment and shook his head.

“Si, really… the only one working themself up about this is you,” Jack hissed, but nevertheless, he finally sat down.

Simon’s expression was still pressed in a tight frown as he muttered a tired “thank you…” turning and placing the plastic kit on the table, pulling out the supplies he needed.

Bright rolled his eyes as Glass returned, clearly trying his hardest to get a good look at the wound despite Jack being in no way helpful.

“Jack, would you just hold still—?”

“I am holding still—!”

“Well quit moving your shoulder th—!”

“Ow! Simon, that fucking hurts!”

“Jack, I can’t even see what I’m trying to work with—! Would you just—? Jack, just—!”

Glass exhaled a growl of frustration. Since Bright was clearly not about to make things any less difficult, he decided it was necessary to take matters in his own hands. He immediately began fumbling with the collar of Jack’s shirt, roughly undoing the buttons.

Bright’s grumbling quickly turned to a shout, and now it was his turn to raise his voice in concern.

“Hey — careful! Jesus, Simon, careful!” Jack snapped, throwing one hand over his amulet, the other snatching Simon’s wrist and roughly yanking it away before his hand could get any closer to the pendant than it already was. “Fuck, Si, would you just wait a fucking second?! I already feel like my shoulder’s been beaten to absolute hell, I don’t need you dying on top of everything else!” he screamed.

Simon flinched backwards, clearly startled both by Jack’s outburst and the realization of how close he’d come to accidentally touching the amulet. “I- I’m—!” Glass began unsteadily. “Jack, I’m sorry…!”

Jack stayed like that for a moment while he waited for his heart to stop pounding, Simon still staring down at him with that deer-in-headlights expression.

Finally, he sighed, letting go of Simon’s wrist and watching as the psychiatrist immediately drew his arm back, guarding it against his chest and unconsciously rubbing at the spot where Jack’s grip had been the tightest. There was another moment where their eyes met, and both of them decided to soften their demeanor…

“I’m sorry,” Simon mumbled again, backing off just a bit, but still unable to stop staring at Jack’s bloodied shoulder with concern.

He really wasn’t about to let this go, was he?

Bright weighed his options. The irritation of having Glass attempt to patch up his shoulder was decidedly not even close to being greater than the utter devastation that would come with Simon inadvertently killing himself — or worse — because Jack refused cooperate and Glass once again ends up getting a little too close to his amulet…

Another sigh as Jack undid the remainder of his buttons as best as he could with his one uninjured arm, allowing Simon to easily reach his shoulder. He sat back down and twisted the amulet behind his back, slipping it beneath the back of his half-unbuttoned shirt.

“There you go,” he said, still not overly enthused with this whole ordeal, but willing to bite the bullet if it meant just getting this over with so he can go to bed. “Have at it, doc.”

Simon’s expression was much softer than it had been just minutes prior. He stepped back up to Jack, first carefully taking in the scene, and then delicately beginning to remove the old bandages.

Bright cringed a little at the way they clung to the wound, and at the growing pile of blood-soaked gauze and tape that was accumulating beside him as Glass continued to peel them away.

“Christ, Jack… this looks bad…” Simon exhaled, gently dabbing some of the excess blood away with a damp rag.

Bright only hummed in agreement. To be completely honest, even he hadn’t really seen the full extent of his injury — he saw a lot of blood and he taped himself up with gauze until he couldn’t see it anymore — problem solved!

…But now he was beginning to see the jagged gashes where claws met skin. He didn’t exactly enjoy looking at it, but he continued to stare, as it was better than having to look at the worry in Simon’s eyes.

“This... might sting a tiny bit...”

A tiny bit proved to be an understatement. Jack sucked in a sharp hiss and dug his fingers into the arm of the kitchen chair the moment the antiseptic soaked cotton touched the wound.

“Sorry...” Glass whispered, still carefully dabbing the gauze around the gashes. “So sorry... Just a little more, Jack. It’s almost done, I promise.”

“Yeah…” Jack said through gritted teeth. “Whatever you say, Si…”

Simon worked with diligence, cleaning the wound with a delicate touch, methodically bandaging as he went. He managed to get most of the superficial cuts to stop bleeding using butterfly bandages, but it was becoming obvious to Jack that the worst of it needed sutures…

It was clearly obvious to Simon as well, who apprehensively bit his lip, looking from the wound to meet Jack’s eyes.

Jack sighed and shook his head. “Go for it, Si…”

“I’ll be gentle.”

“Whatever.”

Jack didn’t watch as Simon threaded the needle, he didn’t watch as he carefully examined the gash… but he definitely took in another little hiss of pain as the first stitch was made.

“Sorry, Jack…” Simon whispered.

“To be honest,” Jack gritted out again. “That fucking antiseptic was worse.”

As Glass continued to stitch up his shoulder, Jack once again found himself unable to look away, but now for a different reason. It always sort of amazed him when Simon did stuff like this. Granted, he’s only ever really seen it once — Jack had accidentally gotten his palm with a kitchen knife when he was washing dishes — but still, it amazed him. Glass worked with such exactness that, if he hadn’t known any better, Jack might’ve believed that he did it on a daily basis. He could tell by the meticulousness of it that this was no doubt a skill Simon acquired in medical school and perfected in his years as a field agent.

But, what Bright perhaps found the most shocking was how gentle Simon always was with him. No matter how much of a fight Jack put up, Glass remained delicate when it came to actually working on him. He’d whisper apologies after every wince or hiss of pain. He’d put such a high level of precision and care into his actions — when most everyone else at the Foundation (Bright included) would deem it unnecessary in the long run.

If Jack couldn’t truly die, then why bother putting in so much effort to save him? Why waste the time, skills, and material on keeping him comfortable?

But Glass… he always did. He’d care for him when he was sick. He’d tend to minor injuries no differently than to major ones. He’d sit by Jack’s side for anything.

But that was just a part of Simon’s nature, he supposed — to comfort. It was why he advanced so easily in his field. It was why the word “soft” was so frequently hurled at him like an insult.

And that softness was clear with the precise way he finished the last of the stitches… the way he gently cleaned away the residual blood… the careful way he bandaged his shoulder…

“Simon…?” Jack asked, watching as Glass finished up with the final bandages.

“Hmm?”

“Why do you do this?”

“Why do I do what?”

“Care so damn much,” Jack replied with a snort, although the heavy sincerity of the question still lingered in the background.

“About?”

“Me.”

“Why do I care when the person I love is severely injured? Is that really what you’re asking me right now, Jack?”

“You know what I mean,” Bright replied, rolling his eyes, only deciding to elaborate on that further after several moments of Glass doing nothing but staring at him incredulously. “I can’t die — not really — so, like, why put in all the effort, y’know?”

“Except you can die, Jack,” Simon replied. “…As you so frequently do. The only difference is that you don’t stay dead—”

“But is that really that different?”

“Yes, Jack!” Glass replied, the disbelief audibly rising in his voice, as if Bright were missing some point that was glaringly obvious to him. “Some may argue that it’s worse!”

Jack only rolled his eyes, prompting Simon to elaborate further.

“You aren’t invulnerable, Jack,” he continued. “You aren’t immune to feeling pain — in fact, you have felt such an immense level of pain, on numerous occasions, that a person should only have the capability to feel once, if ever, in their lifetime… You’ve experienced your own death, Jack. Over and over… And perhaps you’ve just become numb to it — or you like to claim that you have — maybe everybody else in this damned Foundation has as well—”

“Because it still isn’t the same as actually dying, Simon—” Jack butted in before Glass could cut him off again.

“Alright,” he replied. “Maybe it isn’t. But why does that mean that you don’t deserve to be treated with the same level of compassion as anybody else?”

Jack bit down on his lip, refusing to meet Simon’s eyes… he hated when Glass had a point on topics like this.

“Alright,” Simon continued, keeping his voice gentle. “The other month, when I came home feeling sick — you stayed awake with me—”

“Simon, that isn’t the same thing!”

“But was I dying, Jack?” Simon asked without so much as missing a beat, his tone rising with pretend disbelief. “Was I so critically ill that someone needed to waste their time on me? It was just a stomach flu — nothing serious, there’s nothing anybody needs to do for that except wait it out… why waste the effort, taking care of someone who was just going to get better on their own in 24 hours? Hm?”

Bright had gone right back to avoiding Simon’s eyes, this time going as far as to avoid looking at him all together.

“Simon, it’s…”

Glass sighed, letting his expression soften once more, losing the sarcastic edge to his voice.

“It’s what, Jack?” he asked softly, attempting to finish the sentence that Bright had given up on. “It’s not the same thing?”

Jack’s mouth was pressed in a tight frown as he turned his eyes to the floor, still unwilling to admit his ‘defeat’.

And, with a gentle, sincere expression, Glass finished his (albeit, mostly one-sided) argument.

“I love you, Jack…” he said. “I love you… and I hate seeing you hurt…”

Bright finally opened his mouth to respond, only to shake his head and close it wordlessly when he couldn’t find the proper thing to say. There was nothing he could say to disprove that final statement, and he knew that. He could feel the beginnings of tears prickling at his eyes… and he knew he was going to have a tough time trying to pass it off as still being caused by the sting of that stupid antiseptic.

That shield he put up was cracking, and Jack hated putting the vulnerability that lied beneath it on display. So, instead, he only leaned forward, gently bunting his head against Simon’s chest, burying his face in the soft, warm fabric of his shirt.

“I know, Jack…” Simon whispered softly, running his fingers through the back of Bright’s hair.

Jack took in a bit of a stuttering breath, letting the tears finally slip from his eyes and pressing his face harder against Simon’s chest. He couldn’t explain it with words — he never properly could — why there was something about Simon Glass that just felt so… right…?

Jack had never been good with feelings. And right then, he was swept up in such a powerful wave of different emotions that, for a moment, he thought he may drown.

He had come to believe that kindness almost always came with some sort of strings attached… but not with Glass.

Never with Glass.

He felt loved — so genuinely loved — that, at times, it almost overwhelmed him because of how unused to it he was.

So Jack held onto that feeling, staying there a moment longer, breathing in Simon’s warmth and feeling that gentle rise and fall of his chest. Until finally, he managed to gather enough composure to speak.

And, naturally, in true Jack Bright fashion, he attempted to change the subject entirely — anything to deflect from the fact he’d just been crying.

“You’ve got the hands of a surgeon, you know that?” he remarked, looking back down to his shoulder, trying to pull back up his cool, detached facade… although his voice was still a little unsteady and his sentence ended with a bit of a wet sniffle. “…Or maybe a painter. Ever think you might’ve gone into the wrong profession?”

He knew Simon had to see right through this pathetic attempt at a diversion as well, but he went along with it anyway.

“Don’t think I could handle the pressure of being a surgeon,” Glass replied softly. “Stitching someone up is one thing… don’t quite think I have the stomach for cutting someone apart.”

“So you settled for just taking apart their minds, then?” Bright teased, exhaling in what was half a laugh and half a choked, hiccup-y sort of sound.

“What can I say,” he replied lightly, turning and cleaning up his supplies. “Much less blood.”

Jack exhaled another quiet laugh and Simon couldn’t help but smile, and somehow, just seeing that made Bright feel warm inside.

His mind pulling him back to that unexplainable way that Simon just made him feel right.

Because there was just something about Simon Glass.

Something about those warm grey eyes and gentle smile that made Jack feel so at home.

Something about that open, deliberate way he expressed his love that made Jack truly believe that he deserved this… That this wasn’t a mistake. That this was what it felt like to be loved on purpose.

And Jack, despite years and years of denying himself the right to feel this sort of feeling…

He loved Simon right back.

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✨send me a prompt?✨

[lrissa]

SPOILERS FOR NON MANGA READERS

trouble

summary: you never feared of levi getting hurt, until he did

warning: descriptions of violence, gore, angst

Cold, wet rain soaked through your jacket. The never ending crying from the sky leaving it’s wrath on the grassy ground below. Riding alongside Hange but with Floch’s crew you were out looking for Levi and that monkey bastard. Clinks from the horse’s hooves against the stone engraved bridge filled the silence.

Raising a hand you wiped the fresh drops of rain off your cheek and scanned the surroundings. It was odd of Levi to not return, assuming the worst you swallowed the pit in your stomach and pursued forwards.

From a distance, an echo from a bomb crossed your ears. Your head whipped to the explosion with widened eyes, although, you couldn’t see any damage from your position.

“What was that...?” Floch asks

“Maybe lighting?” Responds a cadet

Taking the reigns of your horse you turned to the sound, “That was a thunder spear.” You corrected and gazed at Hange, you could tell she was thinking of a possible explanation.

“If we head to the sound we can find something.” A cadet proposed, its horse walking beside yours and Hange’s. Hange tore their gaze from the explosion and looked between the two of you before nodding their head in agreement.

You were quick to respond and smacked the reigns, the horse beginning it’s gallop to the sound.

Before long Hange rode up beside your horse in sync, pulling their hood down a bit before sparing you a look. “Y/N, there is a possibility it could be Levi—“

Shaking your head you cut them off, “I know, I know... That’s why we need to get there.” You replied in a hushed tone, lowering your head away from them. Your care and concern for Levi never went unnoticed by Hange.

“Of course, we’ll get there.” They nodded and gave you a small grin, you returned the gesture with a tiny smile.

Not before long, the group of cadets came across a cart and two mutilated horses. The horses appeared to have suffered a sad fate. Wood planks and sharp stakes were sunk into their skin with blood and dirt coating their fur. Surrounding the site were other pieces of the broken cart and parts of legs and arms littered with pools of blood.

“Wh— What... happened here!?” Floch asked aloud

Ahead there was a titan laying on its stomach, steam oozing from its body into the air. You gripped the reigns and pulled back, halting the horse from advancing.

“Be careful! Titan ahead!”

“There’s body parts everywhere!”

That made your blood run cold, where was Levi? Was he okay? Was that his leg?

“Commander Hange! L/N! You need to stay still!” Ordered a cadet

Eyes surveying the land by the river you came across a green coat with the survey corps emblem, orders went to the wind and you smacked the reigns. Galloping over before jumping off, nearly slipping from the wet grass. “Man Down!”

You slid to your knees beside the body, bringing it to your lap for support. Gently, you placed a hand behind its head and tilted it forwards. The haircut was strikingly familiar to Levi’s, fear clutched your chest as you shakily revealed the identity.

“...Levi..?”

He had small pieces of wood stuck in his cheeks and temple. Blood and soot stained his face and streamed down his pale face. There was an obvious cut reaching from his forehead to his chin, dirt was deep into the wound, likely to be infected soon. He was in such horrible condition, your fingers shook as they rubbed across his rain-soaked cheek to collect filth.

Your other hand went to find a pulse, biting down onto your lip to stop the cry trembling on your lips. Thankfully, there was a faint pulse.

Tenderly you brought him to your chest, clutching onto him with shaky arms. Grief and relief flourished inside your chest, strangling your heart causing a constant sinking feeling.

“Levi... don’t leave me yet.” You muttered into his hair, placing a soft kiss on top of his head. Tears stung behind your eyes, desperately wanting to fall.

Soon the rest came from behind, Hange crouched down beside you and set a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it to calm you down.

“I don’t know what happened here, but... we got lucky. Our biggest threat covered in his own blood.”

Your eyes tightly shut and tightened your hold on the faint man clutched to your chest.

“I’ll send a shot through his head.” A cadet spoke, hoisting a shotgun up and cocking it.

Hange clenched their jaw and shook their head, “He’s Dead.”

“I saw something similar in a training accident. His organs are in even worse shape than how he looks. He died immediately.”

Floch stared down at the three, shifting the gun in his grip as if it was a warning.

“I know how to take a pulse. Let me see him.” He commanded

You held onto Levi tighter, no movement from your end. Floch sighed and began to walk forwards to rip him away from you.

“Floch! Somethings strange about that titan!” A cadet yelled

You looked up and at the titan, steam was being sucked into it at an alarming speed. The sky above seemed to clear as it continued to steal the steam from the air.

“Is it disappearing?! Did it die?” Floch wondered aloud

“No...” Whispered Hange “They don’t normally suck steam into themselves when they disappear.”

A laying figure began to stand, its skin was pale and almost perfect. There were no scars, cuts, or blemishes anywhere to be seen.

You saw the hint of blonde hair and let out a soft gasp, of course Zeke is alive, and completely naked.

Your eyes widened in fear and Hange looked back at you, tilting her head to the river. You nodded subtly and tightened your grip on Levi.

Hange jumped in and you shortly after with Levi. Cold water met your skin like a hard painful slap to the face. You heard loud shouts from afar but they were distant now. Floating to the surface you let out a deep breath, gasping for air and instantly looking to Levi.

A hand grabbed your arm and you gasped, head snapping to the owner.

“Hange..” You choked out, water still lingering in your lungs. They gave you a weak grin and helped you heave Levi out before grabbing your hand and lifting you from the water.

“Come on, they’re close. Find something to cover his face.” You nodded and looped your arms under Levi’s arms. Using your strength to hoist him up and into the forest, for being short he was considerably heavy.

Setting him on the ground gently your eyes glazed over his face. You felt tears re-emerge, ignoring them you took out the wood pieces stuck in his face. Planting a hand to his cheek you rubbed your thumb softly, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“I know you’re there, Levi.” Leaning down you planted a tender kiss to his forehead, slowly pulling away and undoing the coat around his neck. Instead wrapping it around his head and tying a knot to secure it.

You heard a gunshot and shot up, stumbling to the edge of the forest were Hange was. They held a rifle, lining it up at the advancing person and shooting. Hange lowered the gun and wiped something from their cheek.

“Hange,” You walked to them and planted a hand on their shoulder, giving it a squeeze of reassurance to lighten their mood. “Levi will be fine, he’s not one to die so easily.” You spoke softly, attempting to calm them and yourself.

Hange nodded, “And surely not by the monkey.”

Walking back to Levi you stood on either side of him. “Levi.. There’s no one pursuing us now.” Hange sighed.

The two of you trudge, carrying Levi between the two of you until you found an abandoned camp. Levi was laying on a white sheet as Hange worked on disinfecting and stitching the deep wound across his face. You sat on the other end of the bed, your knees brought close to your chest for comfort.

Hange was speaking but you reached out and looked under the thin sheet to find Levi’s hand, grabbing it with gentleness and holding it.

Hours passed and you were still sat beside Levi, clutching his hand while Hange was ahead assembling a broken cart.

Then suddenly, you were sitting in sand. Your eyes shot open and around you was nothing but small sand hills and behind you a bright blue almost resembling a lighting strike that stretched to the sky and broke apart like veins.

And you were back to normal just as fast, blinking you hadn’t noticed the weight lifted from your hand and Hange yelling something.

“The beast.... that piece of shit.. where is he?”

“Levi!” You spoke loudly, he lightly cringed at your vocalness, whispering a soft apology before grabbing his shoulder and easing him back down onto the sheets. “Don’t get up.”

“Zeke left to the Shiganshina district with the Yeagerists, half a day has passed.... What happened?” Hange questions

“I screwed up. I wasn’t able to... figure out that he was ready to die.. I let him, get away again.” Levi explained before shutting his eyes and resting his head on the pillow, bringing his injured hand up that was missing his pointer and middle fingers.

“I know you want revenge, but for now...” You started

“If we keep running and hiding what will that get us?” Levi retorts

Hange and you remain silent as he sighs.

“Hange, I know you’re not able to stay out of the action” Levi comments as he peels his eyes open again.

“Yeah, that’s right. I cant.”

She gets up at that and returns to the cart, grabbing the hammer and nailing in a new screw.

It was silent between you and Levi, his eyes shifted to the sky then to you. Mindlessly noting the drowsiness glazing your eyes and circles under your eyes.

“Y/N, you worry about me too much.” Levi comments. Your head turns to him in surprise, “What do you mean?” Levi sighs “It doesn’t take an idiot to notice you haven’t slept.” “Oh.”

You look away from him, shaking your head. “I wanted to be there when you woke.”

Levi tore his gaze from you and let his eyelids close. You let out a breath of air and leaned over Levi, giving him a delicate kiss on his bandaged forehead before standing.

“Get some rest Levi.”

“Come back.”

You halted in your exit and began to retrace your steps back to him, towering above him as he looked up at you expectantly.

“Lay down.” He ordered and you stared back at him, hesitantly you lowered yourself to the ground and crouched there for a moment. You were testing his boundaries, unsure if he’d yell at you to scoot away from him.

He was beginning to become impatient, grabbing your wrist and tugging you closer to him. You were shoulder to shoulder with him, releasing your wrist he let his eyes shut once again. An intense feeling bloomed in your chest, blush creeping up to your features.

“It’s cold out here and four eyes didn’t give me very comfortable sheets.”

“I see, goodnight Levi.”

lol i haven’t wrote in forever i’m sorry this was bad

also new theme sort of

[ssamie]

epilogue. “your girlfriend’s kinda hot”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide and suggestive themes + dirty jokes

masterlist.          suicide freak!

"hey uh, welcome to my stream i guess" he said as he spared the camera a quick glance "im not really playing tonight because an incident has recently occurred in this household" kenma said with a tired sigh 

nobody else knew it, but the said 'incident' was y/n accidentally setting half of their living room on fire 

the reason? apparently, she wanted to try burning herself to death in the furnace. obviously, it didn't work. and all that's left from that is more shit for kenma to clean up and a trip to yosano-san. 

kenma is stressed. and y/n is still alive. both of them are facing problems. 

"can you please wear a maid outfit- no."

kenma shook his head as he continued playing, glancing at the chat once in a while to read the veiwers' questions and comments

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user: how about cat ears?! 

user: ^^ cATBOY CATBOY CATBOY 

user: u suck at this game wtf

kuroo.tetsu: hey kenma ;) 

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"first of all, i do not suck at minecraft thank you very much" kenma scoffed 

"second of all, go away kuroo. im still mad at you" 

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user: LMFAOOO kuroo what did u do?? 💀💀

user: he probably broke kenma's pc 

user: PLSS he's the one kenma’s throwing shade at on twitter 

kuroo.tetsu: STOP THE SLANDER 😔✋🏼

user: rooster head lookin ass 

user: ^^ NOT THE HAIR 

kuroo.testsu: 😃😃

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kenma sighed as he continued building a cute little cottage. he was currently vibing, just building y/n a cute cottage for her to probably burn later on. 

and he decided it would be nice to go on stream since his oh-so-lovely girlfriend was still out for work. 

ah yes, kenma has somehow kept y/n alive all those years. 

barely. 

hence why his phone was being bombarded with messages from her, all of which being blurry selfies. 

the photos had her sporting a huge grin while atsushi panicked in the background. 

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user: ayo, ur phone's blowing up 

user: do you have a girlfriend? 

user: KODZUKEN LET ME SUCK UR TOES 😋😋🤩

user: ^ ayo chill 😃

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kenma simply ignored them and continued on with his task. all was going well until a loud slam was heard. his cat-like eyes widened as he heard a familiar voice singing from downstairs, it was undoubtedly y/n. 

kenma chuckled nervously and muted his mic. 

but of course, cute dumb catboy didn't actually mute his mic. haha <3

he ignored all the questions in the chat, all of them being  speculations that he has a girlfriend. which he does, but they simply did not need to know that <3

"kenma~" she yelled out "i have a surprise for you!!" she said, followed by menacing giggles. 

kenma glanced at the camera before hopping off his gaming chair and peeking his head out of the door. 

"y/n, im streaming!! stay down there!" he yelled out in panic 

"aw, you're playing hard to get aren't ya?" she chuckled 

kenma deadpanned as he saw her limping up the stairs, with her bandages torn and unravelled, same with her clothes. he didn't really think much of it since this is usually how she comes home. 

its most likely just due to work and/or another suicide attempt.

"so, kenma.. you'll never know what just happened to me today" she started off with a goofy grin 

"im streaming, atleast let me turn it off first-" 

she paid no mind to him as she peeled off her ruined coat and pointed to her poorly bandaged stomach

"i got stabbed!" 

"you got what?!"

kenma furrowed his brows as he immediately rushed over to his side, cradling her face and waist as he inspected her injuries

"are you okay, kitten?" he asked worriedly 

"yep, apparently it wasnt deep enough to be fatal" she sighed dejectedly 

"please don't be sad about that." kenma groaned "can you undress?" 

"ara ara~ whats this?" she cooed "you're getting real bold, kenma" she smirked at him 

she unbuttoned her shirt and started pulling down on her skirt "but since you asked so nicely-" 

kenma simply sighed and shook his head. "i was gonna prepare you a bath but now im considering leaving you here to die" 

"but the second option would've been better though" she smiled at him 

"oh my fucking god." 

kozume kenma. (22)

╰─▸ university student, stock trader, pro-gamer, youtuber, ceo of bouncing ball lpt. 

╰─▸ y/n's struggling boyfriend. definitely needs a pay after all he's been through.

╰─▸ currently panicking because his girlfriend got stabbed.

l/n y/n. (22)

╰─▸ operative/member of the armed detective agency. 

╰─▸ kenma's girlfriend. kinda dumb, very hot to compensate for it. still hasn't died yet. 

╰─▸ currently bleeding and wounded. also hoping for severe blood loss.

"kenma, did you know" she mused in a teasing tone "lack of sleep and too much stress could possibly lead to poor memory and lack of awareness" 

kenma looked up at her with a look of confusion. he was currently kneeled down before her while she was sat on the bed as he cleaned her wound up with a damp towel. 

"why are you telling me this?" he asked 

"i just thought it probably applied to you" she snickered 

"why? i didnt forget anything-" 

he cut himself off with a huge intake of air. he slowly turned his head to look at the screen which still had his stream going on. to make it worse, the camera was on and they were both clearly in the camera's field of view. 

to make things worse worse, his mic was on the whole time and the live chat was in shambles. 

"i hate it here" he sighed 

kenma laid his head on her lap as he continued on patching her up, honestly not caring that this whole scene was being recorded for thousands or millions of people to see. 

"well, atleast the internet could finally see my beauty before i die" she laughed 

she ran her fingers through kenma's hair as he grumbled under his breath. kenma was a pretty private person. he made sure not to overshare, given his current 'influencer' status. and he was planning on keeping his relationship a secret, though it seems he can't do that anymore. 

"might as well say hi" she shrugged 

so of course, she then decided to walk up to the camera looking utterly dishevelled and roughed up. 

for context, the newly wrapped bandages around her stomach was being stained already by a crimson red hue and it was only getting worse the more she moved, undoubtedly messing up her wound. 

"hi, im kenma's girlfriend and if i see you flirting with him i will make you regret it" she grinned 

"y/n!" kenma groaned from the bed "you're close to dying right now, turn the stream off" 

ignoring him, she proceeded to read the veiwers' comments, laughing at some of them while she joked around. 

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user: heLLO?!?! 

user: GE HAS A GIRLFRIEND NOOO

user: bruh, did i just hear that right? were you fuckin stabbed? 

user: ur kinda hot tho

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kenma furrowed his brows as he reluctantly walked up behind her, reading the comments with varying reactions 

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user: well damn, hot bloody girl comes in and suddenly im lesbian

user: kenma looks so done

kuroo.tetsu: hi y/n ;) 

user: HER NAME IS Y/N

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"jesus christ shut up, kuroo" kenma grumbled out with a sigh 

"yup! yup! im y/n, and no, i am not a criminal. i swear." she shook her head 

"i got an injury from my job, that's all." she cleared up 

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user: tangina nyo sana ol

user: MSKAKAKKA

user: THIS IS LOWKEY ICONIC

user: time to scratch another gamer boy off my possible bf list 😔

user: girl wtf happened to u

user: that's wack bro 🚶‍♀️

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"great question, random person from the internet!" she beamed "see, what happened was.." 

"i went on a certain mission and got severely injured. though, when i called for help nobody responded" she said 

kenma furrowed his brows at her words. "why didn't anybody respond?" he asked. she sighed and fiddled with her torn bandages, pouting her lips as she does so. 

"well, when i told them that i was finally on death's door, all they said to me was 'congratulations!' and all that.." she said "what's your take on that, hm?" she asked kenma 

"im not surprised" he said 

she grinned at his words and leaned in for a kiss. "you're so mean to me, kenma~" she whined 

she licked her lips as she held his blushing face in her hands, she nuzzled their noses as she leaned in closer to him. 

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kuroo.tetsu: oh shit 😳

user: we all know where this is heading ;) 

user: sana ol talaga punyemas 

user: AYO CHILL 

user: why we goin so fuckin fasstttt 😳

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kenma hastily turned the camera off as soon as y/n's lips touched his. 

"kitten, were still- hmph-" 

he was only silenced as she slipped her tongue in his mouth, smirking lightly as she ran her fingers through his hair 

"thanks babe." she said as she pulled away, giving him a soft peck on his cheek and a nod "anyways.." she hummed as she turned the camera on once again 

she looked through the chat while kenma slaps his face to get rid of his blush. 

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user: ur fuckin freaky 

kuroo.tetsu: oya oya 😼😼

user: MS MAAM I JUST MET U AND I LOVE U ALREADY WJABSJSJJS

user: not me blushing chiiilllleeeeee 🏃‍♀️

user: KENMA IS FLUSTERED

kuroo.tetsu: kenma, i didnt expect this from u 😼

user: im so fucking JEALOUS GRR😡

user: girl r u bleeding rn 😃

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upon reading a certain comment, she subconsciously grazed her fingers against her bandaged wound. her eyes slightly widening as she felt a concerning amount of wetness seeping through

she glanced at kenma who was still calming himself down and inspected her wound 

"oh my.." she muttered, though she couldn't help but let a smile slip through 

so like any normal person would do, she simply ignored her bleeding wound and the fact that she was getting a bit lightheaded. haha <3

"anyways, let's answer some questions!" she beamed 

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user: what's ur full name

user: what's ur job miss girl 

user: are you possibly looking for a gf, because i am more 

than willing to take the spot 🚶‍♀️

user: how did you meet?? 

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"alright, those are all very nice questions" she chuckled. kenma, who's now calmed down, sat down beside her to look at the chat. 

"first, im l/n y/n" she mused "nice to meet ya" 

"second im a detective! mhm, im cooler than your fathers" 

"third, it depends, belladonna" she cooed as she sent the camera flirty smirk "are you perhaps willing to join me in a double suicide?" 

"oh god.." kenma grumbled. he pouted at her and shook his head in disapproval. "don't flirt with random girls" he whined 

"why not?" 

"uh- because i am your beloved boyfriend, is that not good enough of a reason??" 

"... anyways, we met at a cafe way back in high school" she said with a smile "also, i asked him to join me on a double suicide" she said 

she was smiling and nodding as if it was the most normal thing in the world, all while kenma nods along 

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user: wtf are u okay 🗿

kuroo.tetsu: teenage romance 🤩

user: cute ❤️

user: im concerned ❤️

user: ur a detective?? cool

user: LMAOO I'LL GO ON A DOUBLE SEWER SLIDE 

WITH U MOMMY 😩😩😋

user: ^^ SAME 😩

user: CHOKE ME WITH THOSE BANDAGES MOMMAE 😩

user: u r still bleeding 🚶‍♀️        

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kenma was simply glaring at the chat as more compliments and flirtatious comments came flowing in, all of which were directed to his girlfriend. 

"this is why i didn't wanna let people know about you.." kenma grumbled 

"aww, why not?" she asked with a playful pout 

"people are flirting with you." he sighed "also, stop asking for my girlfriend's onlyfans! she doesn't even have one!" he snarled

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user: LMAOO CATBOY IS ANGRY 😩

user: y/n-senpai spit on me 😡😡

user: drop the onlyfans 

user: chupapi munyanyo 😩

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"anyways, i'd hate to ruin the mood" she chimed in with a sluggish giggle "but im so wet kenma" she whined out 

a menacing smirk was etched on her lips as kenma spluttered in response, a bright red hue covering his face almost instantly as he faced her with widened eyes 

"y-y/n! why would you say that?!" he whisper shouted 

"cuz i am" she whined out as she grabbed his hand and trailed it down her abdomen 

she faced the camera and gave them a shit-eating grin as kenma mumbled out incoherent words 

"y/n we should-" he cut himself off as he felt the concerning amount of blood drip down his whole arm 

kenma's face paled as he looked up to see her smiling like a kid in a candy store, completely unbothered. 

"y/n, you idiot! why didn't you tell me!" kenma exclaimed 

"um- my girlfriend is bleeding. excessively. so uh- bye i guess" it was all he said before hastily ending his stream and turning off his computer. 

"y/n, let's get you to a hospital" he said as he reached down to carry her away. though she simply slapped his hands off and closed her eyes. 

"nope. this is my time, kenma. don't ruin it for me" she said 

"you're fucking dying!!" 

"well, would you like to join me?" 

"no"

"damn." she muttered in response 

"so...wanna fuck?" she asked sheepishly 

"for the love of god-" 

this was so messy :/