#please watch I dislocated my thumb while working on this-

[afterartist]

Cries in your general direction

Take this

This is how Ep2 went yeah??

I escaped the Country Humans fandom just to get sucked into SolarBalls- help-

[mamiobesssionfics]

The New Doctor

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, Smut

Request: Basically the idea in my head is the reader being like the "first aid" person, just to sanitize the small cuts and wounds, and checking that everything ok, dominik being flirty and rhea getting jealous🙈 smut+fluff?

A/N: Thank you for the request. This gave me Mignon vibes. Hope you enjoy it! 

After all those years spent in med school, you definitely didn't expect to end up here.

Working for the WWE, taking care of injured fighters, but you weren't complaining. 

You loved working with people and these people were so kind to you.

Most of the time they came in due to small injuries, cuts or small bruises.

They knew how to take care of themselves. 

Most of the time.

But when they didn't, it was you who had to patch them up. 

When you first met Rhea, the circumstances weren't the best. You only got to work when someone rushed over to you asking for help with Rhea.

Her shoulder got hurt during work out.

"What happened?" you asked her but her assistant began to answer. So, you gave him a look and said. "I believe she is a big girl and can answer for herself. Wait outside please." He left, leaving you and a very amused Rhea in the room. "So, what happened?" you asked her and she pulled her hand away from her left shoulder. 

"As I tried to hit, it was like my shoulder was stuck and when I punched it just... popped? But then I moved back so I don't think it dislocated." 

"Let me see." you stood up, leaving her sitting as you grabbed her elbow and shoulder. 

After feeling around you couldn't feel a dislocation. Then, you began to slowly move her arm but immediately stopped when she groaned. 

"I think you pulled the muscle. I didn't feel a dislocation so that's good. It will be sensitive for a couple of days, if it doesn't get better please visit a hospital."

"Thank you."

"If you want, I can check it for you tomorrow again. Feel free to come in." She smiled at you before leaving.

Leaving her perfume behind along with the way her skin felt along your fingers.

After that day, she made sure to come by your office every day.

Sometimes she would just sit there and watch you work but other times, she would talk to you.

You loved her accent and the way she talked.

So, you didn't mind her company while you worked.

You began to like her on a deeper level, more than a coworker. 

But you tried to stay professional. No matter how she made you laugh or blush.

"Ah, Dominik, come in." you waved, calling him in from the door way. 

You were with Rhea in your office when Dominik came in with a pained look. "What happened?"

"I fell and I heard my wrist... make a noise."

"Oh, how did you fell?" you asked as you washed your hand while he sat down on the examining table. 

Dominik explained how he fell while you examined his wrist and hand.

"You look beautiful today. But again, you always do, Doctor."

"Seems like you pulled your muscle here." you tried to ignore his words.

"I wouldn't mind pulling a different kind of muscle with you." you froze for a moment, your mind needed time to process what he just said.

Then your thumb pressed along his wrist and he cried out in pain.

"Keep on dreaming. Put ointment on it and it will be good in a couple of days." You handed him a bottle of the ointment before he nodded and with an acknowledgement of defeat, left your office. 

You let out a long sigh as you looked at the table in front of you, you almost forgot about Rhea.

Almost.

But soon, you felt her come up behind you as she trapped you in between her and the table. 

With your back to her, you felt your heart hammer in your chest. 

"Why is he talking to you like that?" she said. 

"I'm not interested in him. Or anyone else." you said while she moved her nose into your neck, you felt her breath on your skin.

"You are mine." she said and you were about to reply when her hand reached in between your legs. "Say it."

"I'm yours." you said without any hesitation as her hand reached into your pants and found your clit where she began her assault. 

Her lips worked on your neck and shoulder while her fingers worked their magic on your most sensitive part. You weren't sure how you are standing.

Your legs were shaking at every word she said.

"Good girl." "Are you close?" Will you come for me?"

She kept praising you.

You were so close.

"Say it again and I will let you come." 

"I'm yours." you said with a whine and she didn't lie. 

Your enitre body was shaking as you came undone. She pulled her fingers out of your pants and turned you around to face her.

She liked her fingers with a wicked smile.

"Never forget who made you cum like that." she said and simply walked out.

Leaving you a mess. 

You looked at the door Rhea just walked out of. 

"What the fuck just happened?" you asked no one in particular.

But you had a feeling deep down. A feeling that let you know this was only the beginning.

A/N: Inbox is open for all of your lovely requests!

[oleander-nin]

Horrortober Day 4- Savior(Yandere 2012 Leo x Reader)

A/N, not important: This took me a lot longer than it should've. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: wrist breaking/dislocation, chased, kidnapping, slight blood mention

Words: 1973

Summary: Leo was your knight in shining armor. Now he wants to keep you safe forever.

Running. I need to go faster, farther. I can still hear the footsteps behind me, feet stomping and crashing against the concrete as I run. My breaths were short, the air escaping my lungs faster than it was coming in. I could feel my body giving out the farther I pushed, my legs cramping with each step. How far had they chased me now? A mile? Three? I shake my head, not wanting to dwell on it any longer. The boys would be here soon, I already sent out a distress signal.

At least, I hoped they would be here soon.

One of the ninjas jumps at my side, their hand fluttering against my hoodie and trying to grasp it just a second too late. I almost sob in relief when I’m able to pull back and avoid them, my heart pounding in my chest and making my vision swim. I couldn’t keep going for long. I feel like cursing Leo’s name, regretting letting him talk me out of training with April. The moment I get back, I’m going to march up to Splinter myself and demand he teach me ninjitsu.

A throwing star zips by my face and causes my ears to buzz, the sharp metal digging into my cheek as it flies past. I gulp as I try not to think about how I might not be able to make it back at all.

I swerve into the open mouth of an alley, skidding to a stop when I see it’s a dead end. I try to back track, but the Foot quickly surrounds me, their weapons pointed in my direction. Panic builds as I put up my arms in a poor attempt at self defense. I may not know what I was doing, but hell would freeze over before I’m going down without a fight.

I tense as I hear a thud behind me, a robotic glitch echoing through the air. The other soldiers look at eachother, their stances loosening as the AI tries to run a new command. The loud clang of metal crashing against metal sounds and my poor fighting form drops as I turn to face the fight behind me.

I watch in awe as Leo quickly makes a mess of the droids, their electronic guts strewn across the alley. My panic quickly fades, my heart beating rapidly for a different reason as I watch Leo. His movements were precise as he makes quick work of the bots, his eyes a pure white while he fights. The way he moved was mesmerizing, a fluid dance between him and his enemies.

A clothed metal hand wraps firmly over my mouth, the other snaking around my waist. The jolt back from the robot pulling my flush to its chest shocks my system, a muffled scream pulled from my lips. Leo’s head whips toward us, his face slacking in surprise before being pulled taut in anger once more. He shoves his katana through the last bot and throws a knife towards the one holding me, the quiet shing making my skin break out in goosebumps. I let out a shaky breath as the robot dropped to the ground, the knife having passed clear through its head.

“Leo…” I shakily breathe out, dropping to my knees as my adrenaline crashes. His nearly silent footsteps approach me, his katanas sheathed but his eyes are still the unnerving white. He drops in front of me, one knee on the ground while the other is bent.

His hands cup my face and I melt against him, my eyes tearing up slightly. His eyes finally flicker back to the soft blue I know, his face melting down from anger to worry. His thumb wipes the edge of my cut on my cheek, blood smearing across my face. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

I shake my head, still breathing heavily. My lungs were having a hard time catching up. “No, I’m just a bit shaken up is all.”

Leo nods, scooping me into his arms with ease. I struggle slightly, having not expected the sudden movement from the turtle, but quickly settle down. Leo usually lets me ride piggyback on his shell, so I didn’t doubt he could carry me.

“Where’s everyone else?” I question, feeling a bit miffed only Leo showed up to help. I appreciated he did, but knowing it was only him still stung. What if Leo couldn’t have handled it? It’s not like I would’ve been able to help him.

Leo glances down at me, shifting me in his arms as he starts to climb up onto the roof. “I noticed first and left. Didn’t have time to grab the others.”

My eyes narrow at him, my stomach rolling in unease. That didn’t make sense. Leo never left without his team, especially when someone hit the panic button on the shell-phones. I scan his face, looking for one of his tells. Surely he was bluffing, but why? Leo notices my staring, but doesn’t comment, his grip on me growing slightly tighter. I sigh, deciding it wasn’t worth questioning.

“So, I’m definitely getting training now, huh.” I grumble, as if I was upset at the notion. I rub my eyes with the heels of my palms, trying to imagine what it would be like to join in the training. April was doing well, and the boys were obviously masters of the art. Would I ever be able to catch up?

“No.”

I falter for a second, confusion washing over me. “What?”

Leo looks down at me for a moment, my stomach dropping as he jumps from roof to roof. “You don’t need it.”

I huff, not sure whether to be flattered or insulted. “I just got chased by the foot for at least ten minutes and I almost got caught. I’d say that counts for needing it.”

“You have me.” He says simply, not expanding on the notion. I stare at him blankly, completely unimpressed with his words.

“Yeah, of course, because you can totally drop everything to come to my aid.” My tone is dripping with sarcasm, disappointment coursing through my body. Even Splinter wanted to train me at first, until Leo pushed me out to have a talk with his sensei. Splinter got mad at me if I ever mentioned it after that.

“I won’t have to, you won't be attacked again.” Leo says, complete confidence in his tone. He jumps into an alley, the drop making me cling to him for support. As much as I trusted him to hang on, I didn’t want to risk being knocked out of his arms.

“And how exactly will you make sure of that?” I ask, waiting for Leo to put me down so I could make the walk back home. Instead, Leo turns to the sewer cover, shifting me so he could lift up the plate while still hanging on to me. I look down, uncertainty rumbling through my person. I needed to get home.

“Simple,” Leo states calmly, ignoring my struggling as he drops into the sewer and slides down the ladder just enough for us to be covered. The familiar stench burns my nostrils, my eyes watering as I wait for the initial shock to pass. “You’ll be staying with us. If you think about it, it really is the best option for you. Plus, you’ll get to spend more time with me.”

I sputter for a second, a nervous laugh leaving me at his optimistic version of it. I push on his plastron, trying to slip out of his arms while he shuts the cover and jumps the rest of the way down.

“Leo, you’re insane. What about school? My family?” Leo’s eyes flicker with some dark emotion I’ve never seen in him before, my chest tightening as I shrink back. I swallow thickly, uncertain what to do. He still hasn’t let go. 

Leo rolls his neck, his lips pulling into a small frown. I feel his plastron expand as he breathes deeply, his eyes closing for a small second while he continues walking me towards the lair. I look at the entrance, my eyes narrowing. This isn't happening. Obviously, I was either dreaming or this was some big joke. The leader in blue must’ve been roped into this by Mikey. I glance at his face and find his lips still pulled taunt. He wasn’t answering me, clearly upset by my last statement.

I let out a small exhale, my body tensing. I wasn’t even sure it would work, but Leo was still relaxed, his grip strong but loose. If I acted quickly, I could probably get out of his hold, and then I could reach the ladder. Leo and I would laugh because I caught his joke, and then I would go on my merry way back home. Simple. Easy. Possible. Right…?

I lean my head on his shoulder, shifting my hips so I could actually plant my feet on his leg and push off. Leo looks down at me, his eyes softer now and head bowed. He squeezes my arm affectionately, seemingly trying to comfort me. I wait for him to pick his head back up before trying to escape him, not wanting to hurt him in the process. This may be a weird prank, but I still cared for my friend.

He looks back up and I shove hard against his side with my feet, Leo losing his balance for a moment as I tumble out of his arms. I quickly right myself and sprint for the ladder, a small feeling of pride in my chest from successfully knocking him over.

My joy quickly dies when I feel a sudden weight hit my back, us both falling forward. I hit the ground, my arm falling underneath my torso and the wrist folding under. I feel a pop and I scream, the pain radiating through my body and overriding my senses. Leo rolls off of me, worry and anger mixing together in the pools of blue that once made me feel safe. I curl in on myself, holding my wrist close to my chest. Every beat of my heart made it throb, my tears echoing through the tunnels. Leo stands above me, towering over my trembling body. His worry had been overtaken by the anger, a scowl set in his features while he looks down at me.

“You broke my wrist!” I sob out, still leaning over the throbbing limb. I couldn’t move it, my fingers stuck in a limp fist. Leo stays quiet, his hands hovering over me but not touching me.

“You tried to leave.” He argues, not sounding remorseful in the slightest. I continue to wail, dripping tears down my cheeks. His hand presses against my back and I flinch forward as if he burned me, not wanting to let him near me.

“You weren’t letting me go!”

He frowns, wrapping his arms around my waist despite my flailing. I scream as my arm shifts, the wrist bending once more. Leo softly shushes me, situating me back in his arms. He starts to carry me to the lair once more, his grip tighter and pace quicker. It was clear he wasn’t taking any chances with me this time.

“I’ll fix your wrist at the lair. It seems you dislocated it. Donnie should have some painkillers, and Splinter can help pop it back into place.” Leo says softly, his face still pulled into a frown. I don’t respond, my eyes still red with tears as he refuses to let me go. “You’ll be okay. I’m going to keep you safe. That was a mistake, and your own fault. You’re going to be happy here, I promise.”

I let out a wet laugh, a sob quickly following it. I never did take Leo for a liar.

[powerfultenderness]

Friday the 13th

Rated: General

Pairing: gn!Reader/Adrian Chase

Summary: Adrian is need of some good luck this Friday the 13th.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1090

A/N: Happy Friday 13th!

[Masterlist]

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As you were leaving one of the tables you were waiting on, you happened to look up and catch one of your coworkers spin around three times. You blinked…what?

Ok, Adrian was a little weird sometimes, or rather oftentimes as others would say, but that little spin was something you hadn’t seen before. Someone waving a hand in your direction interrupted your thoughts and you forgot about the little sight as you focused on work. 

An hour later, you crossed paths with Adrian, his right side to the wooden room divider and as he walked past it, he knocked on it three times. You raised a brow at him, but he just offered you a sheepish smile and went about his work.

Those two little odd actions made you curious, so throughout the rest of your shift you kept finding your gaze drifting towards Adrian. You caught him knocking on several tables, he nearly freaked out a small party when one of them knocked over a salt shaker and he frantically cleaned the spilled salt…only to throw it over his shoulder while spinning three times. One of the other servers had to intervene and drag him away. And he was having a hard time polishing silverware as he refused to look at anything that gave off a reflection. 

That was alright though, it was a surprisingly slow night for a Friday, so you pitched in to cover his duties, if only so you could keep watching him.

When it was finally closing time and clean up had been completed, you jogged up to him before he could leave, he looked to be in a hurry.

“Hey, dude. I gotta ask. What the fuck was that?”

You asked him once he paused. 

He just tilted his head in confusion. “What was what?”

“You been doing weird shit all day, man. You freaking out about something? You ok?”

“Oh.” He laughed nervously, “I’m fine. It’s just that it’s Friday the thirteenth and I just don’t want any bad luck.”

Ooh. Yea that made more sense. Well, at least, you’d expect that kind of answer from him. 

“Last Friday the thirteenth I saw a black cat, and stepped on a crack, and dislocated my shoulder and broke my thumb.” He explained. Of course, the injuries were caused because he’d gotten into a fight with a couple of particularly large ruffians as Vigilante, but he didn’t need to tell you that.

“Oh wow. That is some bad luck. Well, good thing the night’s pretty much over now. You don’t have to worry about it anymore.” 

He sighed, “I wish. I still have to go on, uhm, my second job. There’s still a few hours left that I have to be extra careful with.” 

So he was the superstitious kind, huh? That was cute. Actually, you found a lot of the things he did and said cute. It would hardly be a crush if you didn’t!

“You know, my grandmother was a witch.”

“Huh?”

You nodded. “Yea, curses, hexes, the whole thing.” 

“Wait, really?”

“For real. She even taught me some stuff.” 

“Whoa, like what?” 

“Well, mostly protection spells. How to ward off bad luck and such.” 

His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped slightly. Again, very cute.

“Can you teach me how to ward off bad luck?”

“Hmm. Well, no. It’s a family secret, you know?”

He deflated, shoulders sagging as he frowned. “Yea, I understand.”

“But! I can cast a protection spell on you, if you want.”

He instantly lit up again, the dimples framing his smile sending the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. He really had the most dazzling smile, you swear you nearly walked into a wall the first time you saw him smile. 

“Please? Can you? Please?” 

Fuck. Hearing him beg was something else. Not cute, but definitely something you wanted to hear again. 

You nodded, trying to force away the hot prickling sensation that danced across your face. “Sure, it’s actually really easy. But you have to close your eyes.”

The way he instantly squeezed his eyes shut made you want to giggle. But this was serious stuff. No place for that. 

You stepped closer to him, “You ready?”

He nodded as he mumbled out a quiet “yes!” 

“Now remember, you have to keep your eyes closed!”

He nodded again and stiffened where he stood. 

You gently placed your hands on his chest, damn, he was solid. You had a feeling that he hid a lot of muscle under clothes that were perhaps a size or two too large. He often helped carry trays for you when you had a large table and you’d caught glimpses of muscular arms. 

“Relax.” You whispered and waited for him to breathe out, his body relaxing just as you instructed. 

Then you leaned forward and softly pressed your lips to his.

Adrian’s eyes nearly flew open when he felt you kiss him. But then he remembered the warning you gave him about keeping his eyes closed. So instead, he just let himself enjoy the feeling of your lips against his. Honestly, it was quick, hardly more than a lingering peck, but he still felt dizzy when you pulled away. Maybe that was the spell setting in?

“Can I open my eyes now?” He whispered, as he unclenched his fists that he hadn’t even realized he did. 

You giggled at his response, at least he didn’t freak out. It might’ve been inappropriate to kiss him without his permission, so really, what happened next depended on how he felt about you.

“Yea, you can open your eyes.” 

When he opened his eyes, he couldn’t help but grin at you, especially seeing you smile shyly at him. 

“Was that really a protection spell?”

“It was! But it was just a small one. Should last you a few hours, enough to get you to midnight with no bad luck, at least.” 

"What if I need more?"

You laughed, causing him to laugh with you. "Well, in that case, maybe I should give you my number and you can call me." 

He watched you scamper to your car after you exchanged numbers. That spell had to have worked better than you even intended, this was already the best Friday the thirteenth he'd ever had. It wasn't surprising that patrol that night was very smooth, but if that was because of your little spell, then he definitely was going to call you. How do you thank someone for a protection spell? Dinner and a movie, maybe?

[stonedregulus]

“Moons?” James asked quietly, opening their bedroom door just slightly to see a large Padfoot laying at the end of their bed, head resting on Remus’ blanket-covered feet. “Hmm?” Remus groaned, attempting to sit up. “Shh, shh, no lay back down,” James said, setting the potion bottle on the end table quickly to help Remus lower himself gently into the mattress. “Sorry, Jamie,” He groaned before hissing as his bones clicked loudly. “Did you dislocate something last night?” James asked in a hushed whisper, sinking into the mattress next to Remus slowly while attempting not to wake their husband who was snoring loudly in his dog form. “I think Moony just was trying to find you,” Remus shrugged. “I’m sorry. I knew I should’ve rescheduled that meeting,” James winced, watching Remus rub his shoulder in pain. “And what would you have said to Mr. Malfoy? ‘Sorry, my werewolf husband needs me to change into my illegal deer form so he doesn’t lose his mind.’" “It’s a Stag.” Remus pressed his lips together, raising an eyebrow at him and James laughed and gestured to the phial on the bedside table, “Reg made an experimental healing and pain reliever potion for you, Poppy approved.” “Thank you,” Remus sighed, smiling slightly as he shut his eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay with covering my upper classes today? Barty and Reg are covering the lowers, they might be able to-” “Hey, what are you on about? You’re the one who was up all night not me-” “Where did you sleep?” Remus cut him off. James laughed lightly, “I slept on the couch in the Gryffindor Common Room. I think Harry was slightly annoyed about it.” “I’m sure our son was very hospitable,” Remus chuckled. “Should’ve given me his bed, the little asshole,” James grumbled. “And where would he have slept, hm?” “Well, I’ve heard that-” “You’re a Professor. You’re not supposed to gossip.” “Please, like you don’t like gossip, Moonbeam.” “Did someone say ‘gossip?’” Sirius asked, sitting up slowly and stretching obscenely before crawling up the bed to lay next to them. “I did! I heard Lavender talking to Padma-” “James, really?” Remus sighed. “-in the corridor and she said that Harry and Ron are dating!” “You didn’t know that? They’ve been together for like a year,” Sirius said in a bored tone. “What?” James yelped, leaning up onto his elbow to stare at Sirius who was idly braiding his hair. “I thought I told you that,” Sirius sighed, tying off the end of the plait before running his fingers through Remus’ curls, which were slightly damp and stuck to his forehead with sweat. “No, you told me the rumor about him and Hermione,” James mumbled, pulling Remus’ closest hand into his, kneading it gently between his thumbs. Remus hummed contently, eyes slipping closed as Sirius repeated the action on his other side. “Well, that was just a rumor. But no, this is actually true." “Rem, did you know?” James asked, sounding slightly offended. Remus sighed in annoyance, “Our son has had a crush on Ronald Weasley since he was eight years old and kicking him under the table, James. But it’s good to know you’re still as oblivious as you’ve always been.”

wolfstarbucks dad professors (with background bartylus professors) that i may or may not be working on :)

[littlesniggy]

Happy Birthday to me! Sakazuki x reader x Borsalino

Well, I'm a pretty self-centered person so of course I'm gifting myself a little something for my birthday. I know, I've been really inactive during the past couple of weeks (months) but work's been keeping me busy and I'm gonna move soon so stress on this end as well. Hopefully, I can post more often in the future again and I will get back to you with another request, probably on Wednesday.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little birthday present from me to myself and please let me know!

Warning: 18+, nsfw, orgasm denial, slight humiliation, voyeurism, older men, younger woman, dub-con, oral, finger fucking

Pairing: Sakazuki x female reader x Borsalino

Word count: 4.2k (cliffhanger in the end cause I felt like this was enough lol)

Your joints were aching from the way the cold, heavy chackles held you up easily against the wall, your legs dangling above the floor. Your head hung low, your hair covering your face, shielding you from the dim light emitting from the roof of your cell. You had no idea how long you’ve already been on this navy ship but you were sure you were close to Impel Down. You dreaded the moment the ship would anchor in front of the prison, sealing your fate once and for all.

You flinched when the heavy door to your cell opened and a massive form appeared, a second one following right after. You knew exactly who those two giants were and you dreaded what they’d do to you. So far, they’ve burnt and almost drowned you, dislocated some limps and put them back in place just to do the same thing over and over again. But you didn’t give in. You felt somewhat proud about the fact that they haven’t been able to break you yet but you knew you were close. And all because you were part of the Revolutionary Army.

Dragon, Sabo, and Ivankov had taught your body well but your mind could only take that much before it broke. And you feared this point would come sooner than later.

“One could almost feel pity seeing her like this.” You heard Kizaru’s dragged tone, amusement lingering on the back of his tongue, making you believe that he wasn’t sincere about his words at all. And why should he? You were the enemy, after all.

You felt a big hand gently lift your head by your chin, making you look at the tall man now standing in front of you, his yellow suit too bright for your eyes. You had the urge to avert your gaze but you knew it would be a sign of weakness so you endured it, your body tense, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

“Still so much fight left in those pretty eyes. I hope you can keep it up a little longer.” He mused, his thumb brushing against your cheek right below your eye before he let go with a lazy smile. Behind him, Akainu huffed impatiently. You’ve painfully learnt that he was not enjoying this whole little spiel as much as his fellow admiral was simply by the fact that he had been the one inflicting the most physical pain while Kizaru just watched you writhe in agony.

“So, shall be continue where we have left off before or have you come to your senses and realized that complying will save you from a lot of trouble?” he asked but you could see that he wanted to continue, wanted to hear you scream even louder.

Your lips were pressed into a thin line. “How unfortunate.” He said with a pleased smile, not matching his words whatsoever. A chill ran down your spine at his words.

You expected him to make room for Akainu but instead he cocked his head and looked at you ruminatively. “Nee, Sakazuki.” He addressed his colleague. Your eyes automatically shifted from the man in the yellow suit to the one in the red suit behind him, standing there with his muscular arms crossed in front of his buff chest, looking at you with a scowl on his harsh features.

“How about we try a different method this time? We’re almost there and haven’t been able to get even a single useful word from her….” Borsalino asked without confirming that Akainu was actually listening. “I think we should try a somewhat….unconventional approach.” You could see his eyes darken at his words and you felt the urge to get away from him as far as possible. This was different from before. His whole aura had changed and there was something sinister in his gaze that made your blood run cold.

“You talk too much, Borsalino.” Sakazuki growled from behind him. You’ve never thought that you would find Akainu less intimidating that Borsalino but for some reason you hoped he wouldn’t agree to whatever the other male had in mind. But you were disappointed.

“Just do whatever you want. Just make her talk.” He was more than impatient and his tone resonated this impatience. “Then let’s not waste any more time.” He mused, his hand finding its way back to your face. “Feel free to join whenever you want.” He offered to Sakazuki without taking his eyes off of you.

His hand slowly moved down your neck, feeling the cuts and soft, burnt skin under his fingers that he and Sakazuki had inflicted upon you. You started to tremble the lower his hand moved; you could feel his warm hand through your flimsy clothes, purposefully only grazing the side of your chest, not touching you fully.

Your face heated up and you squirmed underneath his light touch. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all. This was so different from the times before and you body almost appreciated the change but you knew better than to trust the man in front of you who was now caressing your hipbone with his thumb over your pants.

“What are you doing?” you heard Akainu’s irritated voice, internally wanting to know the same but you knew better than to raise your voice. Borsalino just shrugged before answering. “We’ve tried to bargain with her, we hurt her, and we tortured her. I think it’s time we try humiliation.” The words dripped down from his tongue like poison, ready to sink into your wounds and slowly kill you from the inside.

Humiliation. Humiliation could mean a lot of things but given his hand slowly moving to the front of your pants you had a rough idea what exactly he was talking about. And you were scared. It wasn’t that you were a virgin but Borsalino was a big man who was probably proportionally big as well.

“Dirty old man.” Akainu huffed and Borsalino chuckled. “Let’s see how it goes. Maybe you’ll change your mind about this method.” He said nonchalantly while his hands swiftly opened the button of you pants and pulled down the zipper, the sound awfully loud in your ears. You expected him to pull down your pants but he didn’t do it. Instead, he seemed to simply appreciate the view in front of him; suggestive but not lascivious.

You tried to squirm away when his hand eventually moved inside your pants, feeling the fabric of your panties under his touch before he pushed past them as well. His touch felt like he tried to electrify you; a jolt rushed through your body when his index finger pressed down on your clit shamelessly. “No!” you breathed out, the first sound you’ve made this whole time. It was embarrassing how warm and nice his finger felt on you and you tried to kick him with your legs but he was fast to restrain you with his other hand, pressing your hips forcefully against the cold wall behind you.

His finger slowly circled the little nub before he moved it along your slit. You emitted a shaky breath but bit your bottom lip to suppress any further sounds.

The longer he moved his finger along your slit, the more you felt yourself become wetter and wetter, making it easier for him to move his finger. “So wet.” He drawled before pushing past your folds and entered your core, the heel of his hand pressing against your pubic bone.

He moved his finger in and out of your hot pussy, with each thrust searching for something inside of you he was hoping to find. Your eyes restlessly darted around the room, desperately trying to avoid his piercing gaze while simultaneously cussing out your body for reacting to his ministration.

You shuddered when your eyes met with a pair of hard, dark eyes, watching you intently. You had completely forgotten about the other admiral standing in the room, witnessing how his colleague slowly unraveled you with his finger. You wanted to avert your gaze but he didn’t let you. His mere authority prevented you from following your urges so you had to look back, feeling incredibly naked and exposed.

A shy moan crossed your lips when Borsalino hit that sweet spot inside of you while your eyes stayed trained on the other admiral. You saw how Sakazuki slightly shifted, his expression becoming even gloomier the longer he watched you.

Your eyes slowly turned hooded when Borsalino added a second finger, warmth spreading through your entire body and you moved your hips against his fingers the best you could, given his other hand that was still pressing you against the wall behind you.

“Someone seems to get a little excited being watched.” you heard Kizaru’s amused voice from above you. Of course, he had noticed. “Why don’t you give him a better view then?”

You mewled when he removed his fingers and pulled your pants and panties down, exposing your wet pussy to both men. Borsalino’s eyes were immediately on the glistering and soft part of your body his fingers were buried in just moments before but Sakazuki kept his eyes on your face. “Spread your legs a little, okay?” Borsalino purred, one hand slowly moving to your inner thigh and pulling it to the side and keeping it up.

Excitement rushed through your veins when you saw Sakazuki’s eyes drop down after a moment your vulnerable sex. A slight jerk with your hips had Borsalino chuckled in response. Akainu’s eyes were trained on your dripping cunt and your pussy clenched around nothing. You felt hot and cold at the same time; wanting him to look away and keep looking at the same time.

Kizaru’s other hand moved to your cunt against, inserting two fingers inside your and suddenly pumping them in and out at an incredibly high speed. The moan that erupted from your body was guttural and primal and you threw your head back, bumping against the wall.

He was drilling his fingers against your sweet spot over and over again, forcing your orgasm to rush closer and closer. Your legs twitched, your hips rutting against his hand in a desperate attempt to cum.

The sweet feeling of bliss spread through your body, making you feel electrified. Moaning, you dared to look back at Akainu, your eyes catching on to the bulge inside his uniform pants. “Fuck!” you hissed, the word like a prayer on your lips.

Your mind started to wander, imagining what his dick looks like. You wanted him to pull it out and show you, to let your eyes wander over his veiny cock and the flushed mushroom head. You knew he was huge but your pussy wanted to try and fit him inside of you, to envelope his length with your hot core.

You hated yourself for those thoughts but your mind was completely taken in by lust that you couldn’t help it. You wanted the man who had hurt and tortured you to make you feel pleasure. You wanted marine admiral Akainu to touch you in places you shouldn’t even think of, to feel his big hands against your skin while his dick fucked you into oblivion.

You shuddered; you were so close and wanted to cum. Borsalino added a third finger, spreading you wide open. And then, he stopped.

Breathlessly, you looked up at the older male confused but his lazy smile gave it all away. This was an interrogation, after all. You were suddenly painfully aware of this whole situation and tears started to gather in the corners of your eyes. You were in deep trouble.

“Now, Y/n. Should we try this again?” he started, leaving his fingers inside of you but not moving them. “Tell us something about the Revolutionary Army. Anything, really.” You whimpered at his words, pressing your lips tightly together. A single hard thrust was his response and you moaned out.

“For starters, where is your headquarter?” your silence was punished by another hard thrust. “C’mon, Y/n. It’s not that difficult. If you tell us anything we might let you cum.” A threat disguised as a promise but your body craved the release the admiral was not giving you.

“Y’know, we can keep this up however long we want. We can prolong this little journey for days and days. Just imagine what you’ll look like after only one day with my fingers buried deep inside of you, keeping you on edge but not letting you cum.” He mused, fingers pressing against your soft spot as to empathize his words.

But you kept your lips sealed. You’ve endured everything else they had thrown at you, you wouldn’t break now. You’d rather take this little secret down to the grave with you if it came to that. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you broke down here and told them everything they wanted to know.

Kizaru sighed in slight disappointment and started fucking you with his fingers again. You didn’t want to moan but you couldn’t held yourself back, your hips bucking against his thrusts. He continued to fuck you until you were so close, only to stop moving again. Frustrated, you tried to create some friction against your clit by wiggling your hips in a way that would let your sensitive nub rub against his palm but he was fast to remove his fingers completely.

“What a naughty girl.” He commented and analyzed his wet fingers, your slick covering them completely. Embarrassment made your face heat up and you looked down, your leg still being held up by his big hand, his warm fingers slightly massaging your thigh.

“Please….” You panted, your voice quiet. “Huh?” Borsalino looked from his fingers to your face, one eyebrow quirked up in question. “What was that?” he asked. “You need to speak up a little.”

You didn’t lift your head and you didn’t want to speak louder but your mouth moved on its own. “Please…..stop.”

“If that’s what you want, sure.” He drawled, the sinister look creeping up his face yet again. “If you tell us what we wanna know…..” he added. You slightly shook your head no; you could only imagine the satisfied look on his face. “Maybe you need a little more….encouragement.” he mused, his hand finding your wet pussy, cupping it with his whole palm and pressing down with the heel of his hand, grinding it against your clit.

Your stomach cramped at the jolt of pleasure that rushed through your body, a mewl the audible answer. “Oh my, you’re dripping.” He commented, tingling your folds with his long digits but not entering you. “How wet you are for a navy admiral. One could think you’re actually enjoying being taken advantage of by someone like me.” He said with played excitement in his voice as if to praise you. “I don’t.” you panted though your body was betraying you completely.

“Hm? Is that so? Then maybe I should give you a little more.” First, you didn’t know what he meant but he made it perfectly clear when he suddenly dropped down on his knees in front of you, positioning your legs over his shoulder and his face only inches away from your cunt. His hot breath ghosted your wet folds and you looked at him in panic, not believing what you were seeing.

“Don’t!” your voice was high and distressed; the anticipation what was about to come scaring and exciting you at the same time. Borsalino didn’t listen.

You felt his hot tongue glide over your folds and you pressed your thighs together with a loud moan, trapping his head between your legs and not being able to let him go. He didn’t mind. Instead, he went to work and oh God was he good!

Your hips involuntarily bucked against his face whenever the flat of his tongue pressed over your whole sex before slowly and deliciously pulling it back, licking your folds and your clit from back to front before repeating this little spiel over and over again. Your eyes were closed and you were a moaning mess, wanting to spread and close your legs at the same time.

Your legs tried to pull him even closer and he let you do as you please, his hands comfortable resting on your ass, even pressing your body closer against his face. The short stubbles of his beard lightly scratched against your skin, his nose firmly pressed against your pubic bone.

Heavy footsteps came closer and announced the second admiral but you were caught off guard nevertheless when his gloved hand grabbed your chin – his hand feeling enormous – and made you crane your neck and look at him. Your legs twitched around Kizaru’s head while your eyes were trained at Sakazuki, pupils blown due to the pleasure.

“Talk.” Was his single command and your lips quivered to his demanding tone. It sent shudders of pleasure down your body, coating Borsalino’s tongue with even more of your slick juice. You stayed resilient though. At least for now but this resilience started to crumble.

Sakazuki growled deep in his throat, not too pleased with your silence. His grip tightened and you feared he’d might crush your bones with his strong grip but before anything like this could happen, he let go and instead grabbed your hair in a tight grasp, not giving you the chance to turn your head away, forcing you to keep looking at you while Kizaru’s tongue started to rummage through your hole, pressing against your tight walls.

You couldn’t suppress the following moan while your eyes stayed on the second admiral. God, his stare was driving you insane! He was fucking your soul with those harsh eyes even harder than Kizaru was fucking you with his tongue.

For a moment, Sakazuki’s eyes shifted from your face down between your legs where Borsalino’s face was buried between your thighs, wet sounds stressing exactly what he was doing down there.

His tongue moved in and out, his teeth grazing against your clit sending waves of pleasure through your veins. His hands massaged your ass, his thumb inching closer to your asshole ever so slightly, almost unnoticed until it started to tickle a little. Your eyes widened in shock, not wanting him to get anywhere near this part of your body.

“S-stoooohp!” you moaned at a particularly good lick of his tongue. You couldn’t see it but Borsalino looked up from between your legs but immediately noticed that you couldn’t see him so he didn’t pay you any mind.

Your moans started to become more and more high pitched with each lick, with each thrust and with each inch his hand got closer to your hole. “N-not there….!” You tried again but he ignored you, pressing his finger inside your butthole, entering you with his first joint. You didn’t like it but he didn’t care. His thumb patted your insides a little before he shoved it in until his second joint disappeared inside of you as well. You arched your back, trying to get away from his finger but it was useless. As a last desperate attempt you looked at Sakazuki but you immediately learned that he wouldn’t help you. And why should he?

“Admiral Borsalino, sir!” the sudden voice caught all of you off guard and you froze in place. Who was there? Were they coming in? Would they see you like this? Would the two men want anyone else to see them like this?

Sakazuki turned his head towards the door of the cell but Borsalino tried to ignore it, his tongue eagerly licking up your juice.

“Sir? Borsalino?” the person on the other side didn’t seem to want to give up. Borsalino also seemed to notice this fact and with a sigh he turned his head towards the door as well, a dark look on his face, his voice not giving away his anger though.

“What is it? I’m somewhat in the middle of something here.” He said, hoping the marine on the other side would go away. But they stayed persistent.

“Sir, there is a call for you from Fleet Admiral Sengoku!” they informed him. Borsalino sighed dramatically, realizing he needed to leave, even if it was only for a moment. He put your legs down from his shoulders surprisingly gently and got up, his lips and chin glistering from your juice, making you avert your gaze from his face.

“One moment, I’ll be right there.” He announced, wiping your juice away with the sleeve of his suit, licking his lips, a smug grin on his features. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back.” He drawled, looking up from you to his colleague, his hand pulling something out of his pocked and offering it to Sakazuki. The other admiral looked down, the scowl on his lips only deepening at the sight.

“You’ve planned this all along.” He simply stated, taking the little ‘gift’ Kizaru had offered him nevertheless. “Let’s say I’m always prepared.” He purred before slowly strolling towards the door. “Have fun, Y/n!” he waved at you. “I know you’ll be in good hands. Maybe you will even change your mind.”

When he was gone, the temperature inside the cell dropped by like twenty degrees and you gulped, your eyes still on the closed door, too scared to look up at Sakazuki. You’ve thought you wanted the feral dog to touch you but now that Borsalino was gone you weren’t too sure about this anymore. You remembered the other day where his huge hand burnt your back, leaving you heaving and crying in pain.

How could you think you would want this man to fuck you? Were you out of your mind? When you slowly looked back at Akainu, your muscles tensed up.

“If you think I will continue where that horny bastard has left off you’re mistaking.” He simply informed you, planting himself in front of you, his aura even more intimidating than before.

You watched in fear how his big hands slowly reached down to his waistband, opening his pants in one swift motion. “Watching you get fucked by that bastard’s hands and mouth made me realize something.” He reached inside his pants and you could see his hand work his dick underneath the fabric. “You’re not gonna talk no matter what we do. So why should we waste any more time on interrogating you when we can just….have some fun with you instead and forget about you once we’re done?”

You gulped at his words, your eyes almost rolling out when he pulled out his dick from its restraints, the flushed head glistering from a small amount of precum.

“Spread your legs.” He ordered, leaving no room to argue. Even if you wanted to defy him, your body reacted on its own and you spread your legs, exposing your glistering cunt to his and his eyes alone. You bit your lip, feeling even more exposed at his shameless stare.

You watched him open a small pack with his fingers, eyes widening once more when you realized it was a condom. “You thought I’d fuck someone like you raw?” he said in a condescending tone, rolling the condom over his hard cock.

“You should feel honored that I even consider putting my dick inside of your dirty pussy.” He put his hands on your thighs, spreading them even more before lining himself up with your pussy. Your gaze dropped down between your legs and you almost choked on your own breath. How was he supposed to fit?! He was huge!

You tried to get away from him but his grip was unforgiving, pulling you closer to him. He pressed against your entrance and without hesitation pushed past your entrance and buried himself deep inside your still dripping cunt. You couldn’t event make a sound due to the mixture of pleasure and pain his dick was inflicting on you, mouth wide agape and a quiet scream leaving your throat.

Sakazuki’s body didn’t leave a sound at your tightness but he could feel the stress of the past couple weeks slowly leave his body when he started to move inside of you. He hasn’t had sex in a long time and as much as he would like to deny it Borsalino had a point in his change of approach though he doubted the older admiral had anticipated that he’d be called out of the cell and leave Sakazuki alone with you. But he wasn’t complaining. He could fuck you to his heart’s content without some yellow monkey interrupting him.

He grunted when he forced a painful groan out of your body, enjoying that he could inflict even more pain to you with his dick and add humiliation on top. Yes, he will definitely enjoy this different approach of ‘interrogation’ he decided, snapping his hips against you, forcing himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. Even if you decided to talk now, he wouldn’t stop. You had enough time to talk, now Sakazuki didn’t care anymore….

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Live Stream Murderer (Part 2) | Spencer Reid x reader

Requested by @thatsonezesty13 / Summary: You’re kidnapped by the Live Stream Murderer, who is in search of his soulmate. He tortures the women for 36 hours and whoever lasts that long is in his eyes; his soulmate. Will you make it through the 36 hours of torture? 

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Your head was pounding, and you could feel your body was weak from the torture. How long had you been passed out? The last thing you remembered was a hot poker penetrating your side. There sitting in front of you was the man who would probably haunt your nightmares for forever.

He wore a sickening smile, “Hi.. I was wondering when you would wake up.” He stood up and held a red straw to your lips.

“Fuck you.” You whispered weakly. There was no telling what was in that drink and you weren’t about to find out. 

He frowned, “But you’ve made it 28 hours.. only 8 more and you’ll be,” His fingers went to caress your cheek, but you revolted at his touch, “my soulmate.” He said the last word like he was in a loving haze. 

You’d made it through 28 hours with this psychopath? You watched as the man went to the storage closet and pulled out multiple instruments and set them on the table next to you. He clicked a button on a remote and the camera in front of you flashed a red button. You figured it was live streaming now and there was a chance the whole world was watching this freak torture you; including Spencer. 

Oh, Spencer. Your heart felt overwhelmed at the thought of him. He’d suffered the loss of Maeve and you worried he would never recover. This was probably bringing those terrible emotions back to the surface. 

“I have to see if you can withstand more pain.” His voice was behind you and then a knife cutting the ties off your left arm. If you weren’t weak, you’d try to fight him with one hand, but with your injuries suffered so far and the knife still in your leg, there wasn’t much to do. 

“I have to see if you’re my soulmate.” His fingers gripped your upper arm, “This might hurt.” 

Your breathing increased as you wondered what was next. Your eyes fixated on the camera in front of you and you tried to focus on the one thing that made you happy. The one thing you loved most in this world. Spencer Reid. 

~ 

It was a trick you’d been taught during your training. You were keeping your mind preoccupied by coming up with various scenes, happy scenes. Spencer’s face crossed your mind and suddenly you were transported to a library. You were sitting across Spencer, books in front of the both of you. You could see him peeking every once and a while to look at you. You knew because you were doing the same thing to him. 

 “If you keep staring at me, we aren’t ever going to get this finished.” 

His fingers continued to dance across the page as he read and he gave a small smile, “I’m not staring at you.” 

“Okay.” You shut your book, amused, “Tell me what you just read.” 

His fingers stopped and he knew he’d been caught. He finally looked up at you, “I have no idea what I just read.” 

You let out a laugh, “Spencer Reid!” You stood, “We have to finish this paper for Dr. Johnson’s class!” Grabbing the two books on the table, you headed toward a row of library books, “These don’t have what I need.” 

In this imaginary world you and Spencer were young, college students. It was a normal life with no danger. No BAU. No cases. Just you and Spencer living a normal life. 

“I’m sorry!” He chuckles, standing to follow you. He stops behind you as you put the two books back on the shelves, “how am I supposed to concentrate when I’m in front of the most beautiful girl in this universe?” 

You turned around and faced him, “Spencer Reid.” 

“y/n y/l/n.” He copied your tone, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, “I love you.” Those three words. You wanted to hear it again. 

“Say it again.” Your fingers wrapped around his wrist as he cupped your cheek.

His other hand cupped your other cheek and subconsciously caressed your cheek with his thumb, “I love you.” 

~ 

You let out a scream as the man pulled on your arm, dislocating your shoulder from it’s socket. No no.. take me back. Take me back to standing there with Spencer in that library where you heard the words you’d wished he’d confess. 

How much more of this could you take? How much more could anyone take? This was an insane amount of pain and all you wanted to do was sleep. You wanted to give up. 

You sobbed, finally breaking, “Please stop.. just please.” 

“I can’t.” He sighs, “36 hours.” He taps the watch on his wrist. 

You were fading, or at least you wanted to fade away. You’d been strong during all this because you knew you’d get to see Spencer again. He’d been the one to keep you going during this, but right now you don’t know how much more you could take. You wanted to make it through this just to be able to tell him how you felt. Your thoughts slowed and the darkness consumed you. 

~ 

As soon as the live stream was posted, Penelope began working her magic. However, it was still proven to be a challenge on pinpointing the location. 

He had to watch as the man pulled your arm out of it’s socket and listen to your screams of agony. He’d kill him. He knew if he’d ever see this man he’d kill him with his own bare hands for harming you in this way, such a public way. 

“Please.. please hang on just a bit longer.” He pleaded to the screen. 

More disappointment as the live stream cut off when your eyes went closed. You’d passed out from the overwhelming amount of pain and exhaustion. 

~ 

8 hours later there was another livestream, but this time there wasn’t anyone seated in the chair. You were gone and his mind went to worst. You’d lost the battle. 

“I’ve got it! I’ve got the location!” Penelope yelled through the comms, the location immediately sent to everyone’s phone. 

There wasn’t time to think as everyone rushed out the door and toward the known location. However, when they arrived, it was Hotch and JJ who went in first. As Spencer followed, Hotch immediately came back out stopping him at the door. 

“You don’t need to go in there.” 

Spencer was confused, “What? Why not?” He tried to push passed Hotch again and the look on JJ’s face told him everything he needed to know. “Let me see!” 

Hotch lost the grip on the determination of Spencer and he passed through the door way. Spencer skitted to a stop at the sight before him. No no no. 

His knees his the floor.  This wasn’t happening again, please no. He silently begged. “No! No no!” He couldn’t help the sobs that overcame his body. 

There in the middle of the room laying on a blanket where the chair had been was your headless body in a pool of blood. 

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Our Future

Pairing: Dark Steve Roger x reader

Summary: You left Steve after he did the unforgivable. But what lengths will he go to to make you forgive him? 

Warnings: +18 only, smut, dark themes, sex pollen, dubious consent cause ya know, implied cheating, dark Steve Rogers, dark avengers. Please if any of this bothers you read no further.

Word Count: 2.924

A/N: Happy 7th night of Chanukah! It’s almost to the end! Can you believe it?! Thank you everyone who has read, and reblogged. It means the world to me! Hope you enjoy this nice Dark Steve Rogers fic. Shout out to the ever talented @imanuglywombat​ for helping bounce some ideas off on this one I didn’t know totally where to go and she helped me find my way.

Trying best to hid your wince you hold your dislocated arm close to you to ease any jarring as you make your way up the ramp into the Quinjet. You’re fairly certain you’re bleeding somewhere if the wetness you feel in your suit is any indication. All you wanted to do was get back to the compound, see medical, then make your way to SHIELD Strike quarters with some good narcos.

“Let me see your arm,” you could break glass with the intensity your jaw clenches at the sound of his voice.

“I’d rather let it fall off,” Steve sighed at your clipped tone, he moves to reach to your arm to set it but you jerk away. Unable to hold in the grunt of pain. Steve frowns at your stubbornness

“I don’t want you touching me,” adamant to solidify your words you take a seat.

“Fine be in pain see if I care,” he stomps off not missing your muttering “You never did care.”

Steve could admit that gutted him. His steps faltered for a fraction. He cared for you more than his own life, more than stupid missions. Sometimes he was just a fucking idiot with women. He’d find a way to fix it though.

Squaring his shoulders he keeps walking to the pilot seat, sitting next to Bucky in the co-pilot seat who side-eyes him. “You gonna leave her like that?”

“She won’t let me touch her,” Buckling himself in he tries his best to keep the pain at bay. Was it really that bad that he couldn’t even set your shoulder back? You’d just sit there in pain than even have him touch you?

He knew you would be mad at him for a while but he figured after 3 months some of your ire would wane.

“Hm,” Bucky watches Steve start up the QuinJet controls, “well can you blame her?”

“Told you not to let her catch you,” he flicks Steve’s ear who tries to swat the hand away, “ever,” Bucky’s condescending tone the same he’d been hearing for months on end since the incident.

“Please don’t start too.” Bucky shrugs flipping switches in response to Steve’s prepping the Quinjet for take off.

Bucky turns his head back, catching your figure way in the back, head tilted down. Your slowed heart rate indicating you’d fallen asleep. He turns back to Steve.

“Now you’ve fucked it by letting her catch you with a side piece,” Steve can’t help but roll his eyes, if Bucky went on about this one more time he was liable to punch his best friend unconscious.

“I wouldn’t start if you’d not fucked this up,” Steve grunts wishing for this conversation to not start-up once more, “how long did I have to hear you going on and on about wanting her?”

“I offered my help,” Bucky bobbed his head back and forth in mock “But no the Great Steve Rogers had to woo her.” He scoffs, resituating himself in his seat.

“My side piece? The girl was yours after all.” Steve recalls for Bucky.

“Yeah well let’s be thankful she didn’t know that when she caught you balls deep in her.” there’s a soft snort from you and they both look back catching their breath. They were fairly certain you hadn’t heard anything, but still...

“All I’m saying is fix it,” Bucky grumbles in a whisper looking directly at his pal, “Cause if I have to hear you whine about not being with her one more time-”

“Yeah I get it, Buck,” Steve sighed looking back at you once more.

Once you’re all back at the compound Steve is hot on your tail following you toward medical. You wanted to scream at him but with your loss of blood, still not sure where from, and the pain in your shoulder you didn’t have any fight left in you.

Steve should have headed his buddy’s words of giving you more space but he was unwilling to be apart any longer. You just had to forgive him and let it go. Simple as that. He’d make sure you saw it that way too. It’s not like you knew about all the other times.

A nurse sees you before you can say anything and you’re ushered into a room the door shutting in Steve’s face. Your snide smile makes his hands ball up.

Pushing his thumb to the entry bad you stick your tongue out when it blares at him denied entry. Of course, you would have made sure FRIDAY knew to keep him away from you. He’d get in. He could see through the partially closed vertical blinds making out your figure removing your gear and uniform. Licking his lips at the outline of your breasts.

It had been too long since he’d had sex. None of the other girls did it for him anymore, knowing you weren’t at home waiting for him to go another round with. He had to get in.

Looking at the pad he types in the override code and smiles in triumph with the door slides open for him to come in, shutting after his entry.

Turning around after finally getting the gown on provided for you, you hiss at the sight of him “Why don’t you bother whatever whore’s bed you crawled out of today?”

“I am not sleeping-”

“I don’t really care Steven.” the resignation in your voice when you interrupt him leaves him speechless. You had been mad at him, that’s all he had seen since that night. Just your fire.

“I’m not the one who stepped out of our relationship,” You squeezed your eyes tight trying to will the overbearing oaf out of your life.

“That’s not fair, as far I knew you-” Eyes snapping open at his pathetic excuses you whipped around, finger-pointing. Steve couldn’t help but inhale the smell of your shampoo at the quick turn. God, he missed you.

“I what? Slept with some dude?” Your fingernail presses into his chest, not caring that he couldn’t feel it through his suit, “Well, I didn’t but you couldn’t listen to me so you went,” you jab your finger into his chest feeling the anger flash through you as if it was that night all over again “and got your dick wet with one of those SHIELD trainees.”

Saving you from this hell the nurse comes in with supplies to tend to your wound and reset your shoulder. You step away from Steve to fall onto the bed, the nurse starting on the gash across your abdomen.

”Go” The soft defeat in your voice, turning your to the side catching his gaze from the corner of your eyes.

“I want to be here,” he makes a step towards you, ignoring the way you hiss at the antiseptic being applied makes his stomach turn. He never did enjoy seeing you uncomfortable, it reminded him of his younger years feeling helpless.

“Please,” You whimper, “If you love or ever loved me you’ll leave me alone.” looking at the nurse you try to convey your apologies for the awkward situation you put her in

“I’ve always loved you,” you can barely find it in you to scoff in disbelief at his words, just so tired of this back and forth.

“Sure have a fucked up way of showing it.”

He knew he had to leave, the finality in your tone let him know there was no moving you. Just yet.

Four weeks, he didn’t see you for four weeks. It was making him irritable, he doesn’t have to talk to you but to at least see your face even with the surly look you give him now would be enough. But nothing for four weeks.

“If you sigh one more time I’m gonna blast a hole through your chest,” Tony declared pointing the blaster cannon he’s tinkering with at Steve.

“I mean you can find another girl right?” Bruce offers before Bucky can stop him, scrambling in his chair. The four of them sitting in Tony’s lab relaxing, having guy time. Well, now it’s just friends’ time. It used to be guy time when he had you.

“No, don’t-” Bucky buries his face in his hands resting elbows on his knees after seeing Steve’s face scrunch up. 

“Find another girl?” Steve lamented. Oh if it was so simple.

“Well fuck now you started it.” Bucky groans into his hands. He had just gotten him to agree to getting out of the apartments and spending time with some people.

“What?” Bruce looks around confused at his suggestion. It seemed reasonable, there is plenty of fish in the sea as they say.

“I can’t just find another girl like her, she’s one of a kind. Full of fire and passion but nurturing. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted. But she won’t talk to me,” Steve cards his fingers through his hair messing up the perfectly comb style. “I know if I could get her just have an honest conversation we could work past this.”

“Maybe if you had some HYDRA truths serum you could get her to talk,” Bucky sits up straight sure Steve is done for now.

“Why not give her the serum?” Bruce offers nonchalantly.

“The serum?” Steve raises an eyebrow.

“Dude!” Tony reprimands Bruce who has the audacity to look confused by Tony’s displeasure

“It’s just this thing we made,” Tony opens his mouth before Bruce can start. “Nothing just gets someone to express their thoughts as they come to them and cannot stop.”

“A truth serum.” Bucky offered.

“Nooo,” Tony rolls his eyes, “it’s just a serum that makes them… talk.” Bruce looks at Tony in confusion.

“That’s not the one I meant,” Bruce looks at Tony not picking up on his eyes shifting and grimace to get Bruce to stop talking.

“The one you call ‘Sex Pollen’,” Bucky tried to hide his chuckle with a cough, but Tony catches it glaring at him.

Steve stands up and marches to stand in front of Bruce who looks up at him. “UUh,”

“Show me.” Bruce can only nod at the authority in Steve’s voice.

“What a pushover,” Tony mutters going back to tinkering with his hand blaster. Bruce scampers away to return quickly with a vial.

“It lowers the progesterone and raises estrogen, but the only caveat is the hormones don’t level out until, well,” Bruce stutters trying to explain.

“Until you cum in her, mouth, pussy, ass anywhere,” Tony supplies, Steve’s brow raise, and Bucky stands up in curiosity. They all surround Bruce’s hand holding out the vial.

“Just a little bit,” Tony instructs, “And she’ll be crying for your cock.” All four men stare at the vial with varied interests. More so pride on Tony’s part. “It also makes them fertile as fuck so if you don’t want a baby don’t finish where you can have one.”

Tony chuckled to himself recalling a memory he fails to share. “That’s kind of how we got Morgan.”

“If you don’t give her what she needs, though, her body temperature will climb and well,” Bruce flusters himself trying to explain without being so technical.

“Boiled brain,” Tony finishes watching Steve grab the vial.

“Only about 3 drops bud,” Tony calls out to Steve’s retreating figure.

Steve heard him but his mind was focused on a plan to get you back. Using this he’d easily seduce you, show you why the two of you were so good together and leave a little present in your body tying him to you forever.

Yeah, this would work just fine.

Steve couldn’t believe his luck, you had left your quarters and he was able to slip in, put three drops in a water bottle on the kitchen he knew you’d finish soon.

Then he waited. It wasn’t 20 minutes later that he was knocking on your door upon your return. You were already flushed when you answered. He knew you had drunk the water, if not all of it.

“St-Steve?” You questioned, you had been doing so well not seeing him or knowing he even existed. It had helped so much in cooling your temper. However, it wasn’t to say you did miss him. You missed him something fierce when you were alone in bed using your toys. Toys that never compared to what Steve could do for you.

Eyeing his physique in front of you now was temping enough. The tight shirt showing his pecks and muscles hidden underneath, your eyes trailed down to the sweat pants sitting low on his hips. You had no shame licking your lips at the sight. Maybe you should have rubbed one out this morning?

Gripping the door frame tight you felt shivers run up and down your spine, centering in your underwear where you could feel growing dampness.

Steve,” you repeated, not failing to notice the way his eyes trail up and down your body. “What are you doing here?”

He smiles, pushing his way in, you stumble back giving him full entry into your living space. One part of you says to push him out but the other says to feel his pecs. Shaking your head you repeat yourself. “What are you doing here?”

Steve says your name, it’s deep, masculine, and soaking in desire. You teetered on your feet.

“You feeling okay baby girl?” he catches you in his grasp, though you weren’t really running. His arm around your back, the other holding your hip.

You try to speak but your throat feels suddenly too dry. Eyeing the water bottle on the counter Steve grabs it, keeping one arm behind your back, and hands it to you.

“Go on,” His eyes trained on your lips as you take the bottle to your mouth. You drink and Steve watches the way your throat moves with each swallow. Just as you’re about to take the bottle from your lips Steve tips the bottom of the bottle up making you swallow the remaining contents.

You keep eye contact even as he sets the bottle back down, his thumb running over your bottom lip collecting missed water. Without thinking your mouth opens and you twirl your tongue around his thumb. Collecting the remains.

“Such a good baby girl,” He purrs, your hands on their own accord trail up his shirt, nails dragging along the defined muscles.

“Yeah, you missed me huh?” You begin to nod your head but something shakes you from your stupor. Your eyes widen, hands on his chest begin to push trying to get him away but that only makes him pull you in against his chest.

Your head tilted up, looking at him with growing fear. “What-” you try to think clearly. “What did you do?”

“I only did what I had to,” His eyes shift to the side for a brief moment and when you look over you see the water bottle.

“Did you drug me?” Your words slur, and your hands that were once pushing him away began kneading his muscles under them.

Steve slides his hand down your back to cup your ass. Two fingers dipping between your butt cheeks and pushing you to your toes. When your body rocks against him you can feel his erection pressing into you.

“Its gonna be okay,” He coos, you fight the sensations pushing through, Your desire to rub up against him, the way his fingers feel so good pushing against your ass. A soft mewl pulls at your lips, feeling his chest rub against yours, nipples pebbling with arousal.

He flips you around holding your back to his chest, hands sliding down your sides to pull your shorts and underwear down. One hand cupping your mound, he groans at the dampness against your mound, You certainly had made a mess.

Tony wasn’t lying about this ‘sex pollen’.

“What did you do?” your voice softer than you want it to be. You should be screaming but your body is responding completely contradictory to how you want it to. When he pushes on your back sending your chest forward he doesn’t relieve the pressure until you’re bending in half.

“I’m reminding you how much you need me,” He pushes his sweats down to under his balls. He didn’t wear any boxers for this, no he wanted to be ready to enter you as soon as he could.

He leans back to groan at the sight of your pussy dripping with arousal. Oh, he may have to start giving you a drop of this every day if you were ready so quickly every time.

You moan when he drags his knuckles up and down your slit, admiring the way you rock on your tiptoes and back down pushing his cock against your ass. You knew you were asking him something but for the life of you, you couldn’t recall. All on your mind is how you can feel the heat of his fat cock behind you, the tip rubbing against your ass cheeks.

“What..?” You speak out, your subconscious trying to push through.

“I’m making sure you won’t leave me again baby,”

“No,” you mewl, upset at the thought of leaving him. Not when he makes you feel so good.

“It’s okay though,” he comforts you, gently caresses your sides before lining his cock to your entrance.

He pushes in grunting at the way you grip him, it had been so long since he’d be in you, and from the feel of your tightness it had been just as long for you to take anything inside.

“I’m securing our future.”

[nothing-but-dreamy]

MISSION: FAILED

Pairing: LEON KENNEDY x CHRIS REDFIELD x GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

Words: 2.357

Warnings: angst - fluff; mention of wounds

Synopsis: While the boys were on a mission, YN was on their own. An easy standart mission - and still something went wrong. Now, YN has to deal with the aftermath of their decision as the guys come back home.

"Holy sh- fuck!", you breathed in shock, watching how the Tyrant grabbed the rocket launcher to aim into the wrong direction. You raised your arms, waving them through the air to beckon him into your position, "Bite my ass, you motherfu-"

An explosion, as loud as hundred bangers, was shaking the district of the town you had your mission in. Windows were breaking, debris were flying around and the night got illuminated as if a sun had been exploded.

***

"I'm so looking forward to a hot shower.", Leon groaned while rubbing the back of his aching neck as he and Chris left the airfield.

"My plan? Greeting YN, a hot shower and falling straight into bed to sleep one week through.", Chris said, completely exhausted, rolling with his right shoulder where he had pulled a muscle after a long fight.

"YN... Yeah...", Leon breathed dreamingly and smiled softly about the image of you he had in mind suddenly, "You think they’re already back from their mission?", he asked as he realized neither of them had heard anything of you.

"Well... I'm sure they are-"

"Redfield! Kennedy!", an agent called out while running after the two men to give Chris the cellphone he was carrying.

While Chris answered the call, Leon waited patiently and listened. But the longer the call lastest the more irritated Leon became. Mostly, because he just heard your name and saw Chris' reaction about whatever got said. The questions Chris asked weren't very calming as well. As Chris said 'And how are they doing?', Leon became nervous.

Chris hung up and stood there facing Leon with his back to find the right way to tell him the news. But Chris knew, there was no easy way, "YN, they ... they had some troubles during their last mission..."

*

"Whoa! Leon, slow the fuck down!", Chris called out and clawed on the handle of the passenger seat above his head while he also seeked hold on the dashboard with his other hand.

But Leon ignored him and drove - no he flew - down the streets in high-speed. Chris was glad that it was already late enough that barely someone was on the streets. Yet, Chris was still concerned, "Leon, I'm serious! You kill us both if you keep driving this reckless! And that won't be helpful for YN as well.", he said and was glad to see that it had worked. Leon slowed down a little bit but he still drove frighteningly.

Ten minutes later - for a way of usually twenty minutes - Leon stopped the car in front of your apartment building and both Chris and Leon jumped out of the vehicle to run up the few stairs. Quickly, Chris opened the door and ran through the rooms to search you. First, he looked into the bedroom, expecting you there and as he didn’t find you there, Chris stormed through your living room into your kitchen.

Shocked, you stood next to the fridge with a glass in your hand, almost dropping it, as you got faced by the two tall guys you called your boyfriends who were staring at you with a mixed expression of worry, concern and anger. You had no idea who told them what kind of information but you were sure the sight of you must be scary.

On your forehead was a big scratch which got stitched several times and patched up. Your left arm was in a sling because your wrist was fractured and your shoulder had been dislocated. You just wore a loose fit, cropped shirt and boxer briefs which showed off the thick bandage around your rib cage because three ribs were broken and one got a dangerous crack. Your right foot was also bandaged because of your sprained ankle.

Before you could say something, Chris stepped forward, pointing at you with his forefinger, "You! You should be in bed! Why are you even up?", he demanded to know with a booming, angry voice, eyebrows drawn together and all.

Instinctively, you stepped back, bumping against the kitchen counter which let you flinch by the pain that got shot through your body, "I- I was thirsty and-"

"Thirsty? Look at you! You can barely stand on your own feet!", Chris called out, a bit too raging for his own liking as he saw your fearful expression but he couldn’t stop himself.

Leon stepped forward, trying to stop the taller man but Chris was already on fire. Chris shook Leon's hand from his shoulder, stepping even closer to you, "You know what they told us? That you were fighting against a Tyrant! A Tyrant! Your mission was to infiltrate and to gather information! Not to fight against a FUCKING TYRANT!"

"Please, Chris, calm down.", you said softly, trying to sound reassuringly while you were hissing with pain as you noticed how painful it was to speak louder than just a whisper.

Chris saw it and somehow, instead of calming down, to see you in pain fueled his temper even more, "I shall calm down? You could be dead now and I SHALL CALM DOWN? You know, I got informed that you triggered the Tyrant to aim for you. You did that because of- what, huh?", he asked and stepped threateningly closer, "I don't get it! Why are you always so cocky in extremely dangerous situations?"

Your eyes flickered back and forth between his. You never had seen Chris this angry before at least, not directed at you. You swallowed thickly by the sight of his fuming eyes, "I- I was... I tried to-"

Chris leant even closer, towering above your meager figure in front of him, "Yeah? I'm listening to your flimsy excuses! You tried- what?", Chris grunted through gritted teeth and even if he saw you flinching from him once again, he couldn't change to be this angry.

Leon saw your scared eyes and the pain that shook your body. He stepped between you and Chris to push the latter away from you, "Chris, calm down a bit, will you?"

Very reluctantly, with his eyes still glued at you, Chris followed Leon's request and left the kitchen to step out on the balcony for some fresh air.

You took a deep breath, "Thanks, Leon-", but you stopped as you saw Leon's angry expression. Obviously, this Tango was still not over for you.

"Don’t worry, I won't scream at you but you should know that I'm not amused about this, as well. You not just failed your mission. You also put yourself into danger. What were you thinking, huh? I read your mission file. There was nothing complicated on it.", Leon said serious.

Leon never screamed. Most of the time, he was composed even if he was upset. He was angry in his own way and this was almost as worse as the screaming from Chris. Screaming was a temperament that ran free. But Leon’s calmness even if he was angry was scary in another way because you never knew what he really felt. You couldn’t look behind his facade. It would be easier for you if he would scream like Chris did it but in the end both men were too different. Which was the fact why you loved both so much. You looked at the ground, avoiding Leon’s eyes, "I know. Both of you have all the rights to be mad at me.", you whispered meekly.

Leon stepped forward, he wanted to touch you but he feared to hurt you with all the scratches and bruises on your body that pained him to see, "YN, we... We're not mad. We're... We were scared, alright? As Chris got the call, they just told him that your mission failed and that you are serious injured.", he admitted low with a concerned expression. Softly, Leon cupped your face with one hand, guiding you to look at him, "Chris cares so much about you. We both do. We both love you, YN. You can't put yourself in danger just because you want some fun.", he said softly.

You nodded slowly, leaning against his warm touch, "I just... I just did it to distract the Tyrant from my teammates. They were the ones in real danger. I was kinda safe behind a half ruined wall. Well, at least, I thought I was. As the Tyrant fired the rocket launcher, I tried to jump aside but, well, you see the outcome of this idea. My safe hideout fell onto me.", you said with a shake of your head, still not sure how you had survived this nightmarish trip at all.

Leon, who chuckled softly, stroked over your cheek with his thumb, "You and Chris are resembling each other more than you think when it comes to such stupid ideas to safe others. I guess that's why he's so scared because you do things as he would do."

"Yeah, I know. Maybe... You think I should talk with him?", you asked carefully, gnawing on your lower lip. You hated fights mostly with the boys and you were eager to change that back into harmony again.

Leon smiled softly, just glad that you were still in their life before he leant forward and kissed you caringly but strongly to show you all the admiration he held for you. As he left your lips again, he nodded, "Yes. Go to him. I'm sure he will have cooled down by now."

**

Chris stood on your balcony, leaning against the barricade with his arms. His eyes were glued at the horizon, watching the city's skyline and the starry night sky at the same time. He heard you stepping out on the balcony with your naked feet. He felt your presence next to him but he couldn't look at you. He still felt angry and ... scared. Slowly, Chris kneaded his hands to channel his temper somewhere else than into your face again.

You watched Chris' impressive, broad frame against the dark sky. His profile was the one you could stare at for hours without getting bored. But you also could tell that he was still upset. So, you hobbled slowly next to his side, leaning against his muscled arm to rest your head there, "I'm sorry, Chris. I really am.", you whispered, looking at the same view as he did.

“You were reckless.”, Chris pointed out without looking at you.

Smiling, you watched how a soft breeze tousled his soft brown hair and because you had missed the feeling of his strands, you raked your fingers slowly through it, “I had a reason.”

“Oh, yeah? Which one?”, Chris asked, enjoying your affection with closed eyes.

“I had to help my comrades. They were in danger because of the Tyrant. We got discovered and as the Tyrant followed us, I had to do something. I was in a safe hideout. The Tyrant hadn’t seen me. But they weren’t. I couldn’t just watch and do nothing.”, you explained softly but serious.

Finally, Chris looked at you, all the anger was erased from his eyes and left was just sadness and worries as he saw your wounds once again, “Don't do this. Don’t play this card. That's not fair.”, he said, stroking a strand of your hair out of your face.

You smiled broadly, “Why not? Just because I know you would do the same?”

Chris chuckled low before he looked back into your eyes, “Yeah ... Don't use it against me to justify your action.”

“Well, at least you're not mad at me anymore.”, you pointed out as you saw the small, lovely smile on his lips.

Chris cupped your face carefully with both hands, trying to avoid hurting you, “I was scared. Not really mad. YN, you... You can't leave us alone. I don't wanna lose you. We both don't wanna lose you.”, he said while staring into your eyes.

With your free hand, you stroked softly over his chest, “I know. Chris, I... None of you won't get rid of me so easily.”

“You promise me that, honey?”

“I do, Chris.”, you whispered before he kissed you longingly which showed you how scared he had been before. As he leant back again, you took his hand in yours, knotting your fingers with his to bring him back inside where Leon was already waiting, happy to see that all waves had calmed down again.

And then, the caring-hell broke loose. Both guys were busy taking care of you no matter how tired they were and how often you said you would be fine. Without listening to you, they put you back to bed. Chris got you the water you wanted while Leon ordered pizza.

While waiting, Chris took a shower and Leon watched out that you wouldn’t leave the bed again and told you about their mission. As Chris was done, Leon took a shower and you rolled with your eyes because then, Chris watched out for you. With the only difference that Chris made you laugh which was painful but worth it to see this broad, tough guy in a better mood again.

The pizza arrived as Leon also left the shower and as everyone was sated and tired, the boys brought the stuff into the kitchen just to find you were fast asleep in the middle of the bed as they were coming back. With soft smiles, they watched you.

"They’re so sweet when they’re sleeping.", Leon said grinning.

"Yeah, because they’re can't do anything stupid then.", Chris admitted and matched Leon’s grin.

Both guys crawled next to you, carefully cuddling against you to make sure they weren't hurting you but at the same time, they felt your presence. While Leon’s arm laid protectively over your stomach, stroking your skin softly with his thumb, Chris grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers while his head rested softly on your shoulder.

You awoke by their soft touches. With a sleepy smile you watched pleased how these tough guys were sleeping peacefully next to you. You thanked once again to have them in your life and during your next mission, maybe, you would watch out more to keep your promise you had given to Chris.

[rosy-cheekx]

Alone Again, Naturally

Three times Martin should have called for help.

(I twisted my ankle on Sunday and was bummed bc I missed my partner so…this happened…oops.)

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1.

Martin’s phone was missing, though he was pretty sure he knew where it was. That thing, that wormy, writhing mass of a woman had it. Destroyed it. His only chance of rescue from this nightmare. Replaying the image of dropping the phone, abandoning it as he ran, would do him no good. His coworkers hadn’t noticed he was missing, or if they had noticed, they hadn’t stopped by. And they shouldn't, of course, it would only put them in danger. But still, it stung a bit, to know that he’d been gone for what, three days now? and no one cared.

He could become a statement from this, Martin realized, his death narrated in Jon’s smooth, clipped voice, and then they would finally learn what happened to that large, oafish researcher who was transferred to the archives with them and disappeared overnight.

Martin sighed through his nose noisily, as if he could expel the dark thoughts with the sound. “Christ, Blackwood. Getting awful morbid there.” Talking to himself had become a staple of his isolation. For one, it drowned out the ever-present knocking on the door and the squelching rustle of the worms. He honestly wasn’t sure whether the sounds were still real or if they had become such a constant that his brain just filled them in anyways.

His voice was the only other sound available to him with his computer not working and his phone gone. His clock radio had played static on every channel, and he had been grateful for the white noise at first. But the longer Martin left the radio on, the sound began to morph from the hissing of dead air to a choir, indecipherable and haunting. There were no words and yet he could understand the message: come home to us. We need you, we miss you, let us show you how much we love you. With us, you’ll never feel lonely again, we promise. Martin had come to, hand on the doorknob to his flat, radio in hand. After that, he had removed all the batteries from anything that could make noise. Since then, he could only trust his own voice; everything else was a trap.

The can opener, unfortunately, had been electric too. He had been so proud of his purchase, a real attempt at adult cooking. (He never seemed to use the manual ones and could never get the grip right.) With the power out, assumedly caused by Prentiss, he had to get creative when it came to “making dinner.” For Martin, this meant sawing open a tin can with a serrated knife, eating it with a fork, and praying no metal shavings were lurking in each mouthful. Tonight’s feast: another can of tinned green beans and the last can of pineapple. He didn’t even like green beans, why had he ever bought these?

Martin gritted himself against the awful sound of metal on metal as he cut into a tin of beans, hissing sharply through his teeth and letting his mind wander. Maybe he could strain the beans? Let them dry? It would probably be better than the wet and soggy mush he was bound to find. Maybe he could put some crackers on them for a crunch? Pretend it’s a bad soup? As he was finishing his indelicate surgery, Martin tipped the can into the sink a little, hoping to strain the bean juice and improve the meal even a little. As he removed the last of the lid, he saw it.

There, in the sink, wiggling its way out of the drain. Another worm. Martin shrieked and jumped back, dropping the can in the sink with a clatter. He grabbed a roll of paper towels and began to stuff them down the sink, plugging up the drain as best he could. For extra measure, he plugged the faucet as well, suddenly terrified of accidentally swallowing one in a glass of water. Once the adrenaline rush had passed, Martin felt it: a stinging in his palm. They must have jumped at him, must have bitten him. It would be over soon, he knew it. He would be like Prentiss, a mass of tiny bodies. He braced himself to feel something, but nothing changed. Martin frowned, chewing on his lip in confusion, and hazarded a glance down to his hand. There was no worm in his palm, nothing wriggling and biting deep into his muscle, just a slice along the flesh of his thumb, dripping blood from where he must have cut himself on the tin can.

Sheepishly, Martin rolled his eyes at his defeatism. Did it hurt like hell? Yes. But he wasn’t going to become a worm monster. Not today. Grabbing a few more sheets of paper towel, Martin hissed in pain as he pressed them to his wound, making his way shakily to the paltry first-aid kit he kept in his bathroom. He was clumsy in his wound care, only able to use one hand to open the kit and the individually wrapped plasters, while the other pooled blood in his palm uselessly. The antiseptic had stung like hell and the plaster was off-center, but eventually, the job was done. Martin had managed.

“See?” He asked himself softly. “All better. We didn’t want the green beans anyways.” Martin was alone, but he would be fine. He could take care of himself.

——

2.

Martin’s phone had become less and less useful since his time in the Archives. Sasha and Tim had been distant in the end, their group texts dwindling into occasional messages regarding whether not someone had contacted so-and-so regarding their statement. He and Jon had called and texted quite a bit, before the Unknowing, when Jon had been in China, America, and wherever else Gertrude’s breadcrumbs had led him. But since the explosion, their messages lay at a standstill, a “good luck! come home safe :)” still waiting to be sent to “Jonathan Sims--Boss.” He used to call his mother every week, but the outgoing calls had dwindled as she returned less and less of them, until he received an apologetic voicemail from Steady Waters Care Home a few months ago.

Now, the only messages he received were his work emails and an occasional text from Peter with a request or two regarding The Magnus Institute. Not even spam calls reached him anymore. That was all fine by Martin. He was busy running the institute; he didn’t have time for social calls, even if he wanted any, which he didn’t. Martin had taken to leaving his phone in his work office, knowing he wouldn’t need it outside the building anyways. It was becoming something like a desktop mouse to him in its versatility.

It was a Thursday, and it was late--Martin’s watch read 11:09. Thursdays were Martin’s days to deliver paperwork to the archives. He could only ever do it at night when he was sure Jon had either gone home (or was asleep at his desk at the very least). Peter Lukas had been working Martin to the bone with all the paperwork he would hand off with a wave of his hand and an “I’ll be back next week Martin. Please don’t call me,” and this week’s stack of statement requests, financial approvals, and quarterly reviews would fall to Martin instead. Who knew running a front for feeding an all-seeing eldritch deity would require so many business expenses?

Martin. Martin knew. He had reviewed and approved each and every one.

It was the week after Halloween, so the list of those eager to give a statement was longer than usual. Hellweek, Tim used to call it, a grin on his face as Jon would frown and shake his head. The stack of folders Martin carried in his arms eclipsed his eyesight as he carefully made his way down the hall, the Lonely silencing his footsteps and the shuffle of his clothing. The elevator was broken this week, thanks to a visit from one of the Fairchilds. Martin clumsily opened the door to the stairwell, turning to the side slightly to see the steps that descended into the basement he knew so well. Cautiously, he began his way down the stairs, arms clutching the stack of paperwork and binders tight to his chest. The basement was eerily silent; even Martin’s muted steps echoed in his ears.

The door to the Archives creaked slightly, and Martin realized his mistake: he hadn’t propped the door. The thin streak of light that painted his way down the steps thinned and faded in time with the slow squeak of the door. The click of the latch sealed his fate: Martin was in the dark. He didn’t mind the dark, in principle, though his new awareness of the Fears heightened his concern considerably. He stepped down slowly, feeling for the steps with his foot as he went.

Halfway down the stairs, Martin heard a soft flutter as a few papers shifted in his stack. He hoisted the pile and tried to readjust it as he stepped once more. The combination of the changes in the balance of the papers and his weight combined were too much for his brain to process at once and he overcompensated on his step, putting his weight down a little too early. Martin felt the rush of adrenaline as he tried to catch himself, hands clutching uselessly at the paperwork in his hands as if it could save him and he felt himself tumble to the ground. Falling sideways, he hit his shoulder hard on the steps, momentum carrying him down the remaining steps to the floor. The loose papers not held in binders and folders scattered in what Martin was sure was every direction.

Martin was frozen on the floor, pain pulsing through his shoulder. He sat up tentatively, patting himself down as he set down what remained of his stack of folders. He wasn’t bleeding, but his ears were ringing and his arm hurt like hell. Listening carefully for the sound of anyone reacting to his presence, he rotated his shoulders carefully, wincing as throbbing radiated up his arm. He must have dislocated it. Patting his legs down, Martin found his phone in his pocket. He must have forgotten to put it on the charger. He...he could call someone, should call someone. His shoulder was dislocated.

He could call Jon.

He pulled up his text messages, the cursor blinking back at him, blinding in the dark. Jon was surely awake, he knew that man’s sleep schedule was worse than his.

good luck! come home safe :)

safe :)

safe.

“Shit.”

He couldn’t call Jon. It would undo everything he and Peter were trying to build up. It was all for Jon anyways, to keep him safe, to keep them all safe. No. He had to do this alone. It was best that way.

Martin sat himself up carefully. He had taken enough first aid courses (rather, he had watched them for free on the internet) to know how to set it back in place and he knew it would not be pleasant. He drew his right knee up, and clumsily unknotted his tie, using it to secure his arm to his knee. Martin closed his eyes tight and leaned away from his knee, rotating his shoulder as he stretched away, wincing in anticipation until he felt the wet pop of his arm slotting back into place. Sparks shot through his vision, his only grounding point in the dark, and he huffed out a cross between a moan and a curse.

He carefully made a fist with his re-set hand, tensing the muscles in his arm. Determining it to be good enough, Martin felt his way to his feet and grabbed the wall to steady himself. He knew there was a light switch somewhere--ah.

The light clicked on and he winced at the sudden change, letting his eyes adjust behind the safety of his lashes. When he opened his eyes again, he surveyed the mess of his paperwork, gathering it methodically. It took him another half hour, back against Tim’s old desk, to resort his files before setting them in the file basket he had installed on the door to the Archivist’s office, the rest going on the desk of Jon himself. He would see them all in the morning. At least Jon was home, resting.

When Martin emerged from the Archives, he glanced down at his watch, wondering if it was too late to hail a cab. He frowned at his watch; the face was cracked, the hands stuck at 11:11. He must have cracked it in his fall. “Make a wish,” Martin mumbled to himself, rolling his eyes. He was pretty sure his wishes were out of reach, hopeless. As long as he would be safe after all this, Martin could sacrifice a few wishes.

——

3.

Martin was on a walk. He had been doing that a lot, since his and Jon’s escape to Scotland. There was something comforting about the long stretches of rolling hills and rocky cliffsides, utterly devoid of menacing fear entities or bosses hellbent on destroying the world. Jon would come with him sometimes, especially in the early days when leaving each other’s presence was challenging to say the least, but Martin sometimes just needed the space. He loved Jon, he knew he did, and Jon did too, but sometimes the presence of another would build up and stifle him, an unbearable heat radiating off of Jon until Martin had to just go for a bit.

It was raining today, a bassy rhythm beating down on Martin’s umbrella as he walked a familiar cliffside path. He could see a rocky beach below him, waves made of roiling ink, more black than blue. The rain was comforting to him, distinguishing this ocean spread before him from the ocean of the Lonely and drowning out any thoughts that passed through Martin’s head. He stepped around a patch especially muddy gravel, glancing down and seeing a ghost of a reflection staring back at him.

Martin had been in a cold place today, withdrawn from the rest of the world. He had felt the fog blossoming over his mind and had known he needed to go for a bit, center himself, remind himself he was real. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither would his sense of self again, though he was making progress. Jon understood that sentiment, perhaps better than anyone else in the world, and had kissed him softly at the doorway, squeezing his hand in an unspoken promise. Martin tensed his own hand in a fist, still feeling the heat of Jon’s calloused palm under his, reveling in the idea that someone loved him the way Jon did, that someone loved him the way Jon did and that Martin loved Jon back. Martin felt his body solidifying under the rain, felt the wind buffet against him rather than pass through him.

Martin was thinking about going home when it happened.

Home, or Daisy’s safehouse, was a humble affair: reinforced windows, minimalist, a few guns hidden in the floorboards, lots of fresh fruits and vegetables from the village down the hill. It had been easy to reassign this place in Martin’s mind as home. He hadn’t felt at home since...well, definitely not since Prentiss. Maybe not before either.

The rain was letting up, and the brolly was forgotten in favor of letting the rain drop down into his hair, sopping his curls and plastering them to his skin. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so content to be in the rain. Things weren’t good, but they were the best they’d been in a while.

The next thing Martin knew he was on the ground, ankle twisted and both shins scraped, blood and dirt mingling on his legs. He tried to stand up and cried out as his ankle immediately gave way, the hope of putting weight on it dashed on the rocks of the beach far below him.

Martin Blackwood crawled to a tree, leaning his back against it, not minding the dirt that was sure to collect on his back and rump. He winced and massaged his ankle, already feeling it begin to swell under his fingertips. With his free hand, a silver scar shining between his forefinger and thumb, he reached for his phone from his jacket pocket, hands shaking as he clumsily dialed the only number in his list of favorites.

“Martin?” Jon’s voice was warm through the tinny speakers. “I hope you’re well.” It was carefully not a question, though Martin caught the notes of careful concern.

“Tch-” Martin sucked air through his teeth. “I fell, Jon. I twisted my ankle, I think? Can’t-ah-can’t walk.”

“Oh. Martin, dear,” Jon’s voice was softer, and Martin could practically see his love’s fingers, itching to do, to fix. “Do you need me to—I can come get you, if you like. I haven’t…I haven't looked. But I can, if you want me to.”

Martin smiled despite himself, hearing Jon’s cautious phrasing. “Please, yes. I’m pretty sure I’m near a picnic park, if you want to drive there and get me? Not sure this is a drivable trail.”

“Did you pass anyone?”

“…no?”

A pause. Martin heard static crackling through the phone. “No one will be there. I Know where you are, Martin. I’ll be there soon.”

Ten minutes and enough ice packs to ease the pain of a full rugby team later, Martin was laying in the back of Jon’s small car, heat blasting on him to dry his now-soaked clothing. There were perks to having an all-knowing partner, it turned out.

Later that evening, Martin was tucked into the couch, his head pleasantly nestled in cushions and his feet in Jon’s lap, who was carefully massaging his feet and ankles, probing for any long-term injuries with his Eyes. A mug of tea grasped between his hands, Martin sighed softly and felt warmth flood his face. He hadn’t been alone this time. He wouldn’t be alone ever again.

[mashiraostail]

Hi can I please get Aizawa, Hizashi, Gang Orca and Vlad King when their poor civilian s/o gets injured in a villain attack? Like not super serious but definitely to the point they're in a lot of pain

yeesss! under the cut enjoy ! >:3 i just picked random jobs to give the reader where it fit btw

Shouta Aizawa: “I swear to god you just attract trouble.” Aizawa drops you unceremoniously onto the couch, “don’t you?”  “Clearly, I found you didn't I?” You look up at him and he huffs.  “You need ice.” He stuffs a few pillows under your incredibly swollen and bruised ankle, “what the hell were you doing around here anyway, I thought you were supposed to be at work?”  “I got off early, I was gonna break into your place and surprise you.”  “You can’t break in someplace you have a key for.” He crosses his arms, “well, either way, you’re lucky I was around. If you’d hung out there too much longer who knows what else would have fallen on you, or worse. You need to be more careful.”  “You need to be more careful.” You mimic him in a childish tone and he scoffs. “I may have saved your life and this is how you repay me? What would you have done if I didn’t show up? Make a home in that subway station with your leg stuck under a pile of rocks and a trashed phone? If that villain didn’t get to you the boredom would have.” “I had it handled, thank you.”  You gasp, offended.  “What were you gonna do, finance the villain’s car?” He starts to laugh. “I would have figured it out!” You insist. “You’re an accountant.” He snorts and you frown.  “I’m-” You snap your mouth shut and scowl at him, he laughs some more.  “Is that you trying to look angry with me? Gee, I’m petrified.” He wraps up a bag of ice cubes with a thin cloth and rests in on your ankle. You reach forward to hit him and he jumps back, “Woah, woah, hey, hey no.”  He catches your hand, “you know you’re lucky you have me-okay hey-” Your leering forward with your other hand but he catches that too, “you’re just going to hurt yourself, not me so no hitting- hey! I said no hitting. I’ll stop, alright?” He kisses your knuckles and then sets your hands in your lap, “but you need to rest, it’s only a few bumps and bruises plus  a bum ankle but I’m sure you’re exhausted and in pain.”  You sink into the cushions of his couch, “stop being mean to me, this is kind of your fault you know?”  “Being mean to you? I saved you!” He sighs, “Look. I’m sorry I laughed at you. You’re a very good accountant, I love you and I love that you’re an accountant. I’m sure you would have found your way back here somehow. I shouldn’t underestimate you.” He kisses between your furrowed brows, “so stop looking at me like that and tell me what hurts so I can help.”  “Just my legs.” You promise, “I hit my head but it wasn’t so bad, I don’t think it’s serious.” You reach out for his hands and he lets you take them. “You’re all scraped up.” He sighs, “do you have any idea how worried I was when I saw you stuck in there? It’s like I got tunnel vision.”  “I’m sorry.” You murmur playing with his fingers, running the pad of your thumb over his calloused palm, “if it’s any consolation that’s how I feel about you all the time..”  He snaps his mouth shut. Well, he’d never considered it like that.  “I know..” He sighs and closes his eyes, “and I love you..so...don’t be sorry, just...try not to let it happen again? For my sake and yours. It’s my job to get into trouble so just leave it to the professionals?”  You nod at that and drop your head forward onto his shoulder.  “Okay good. Now let’s get you cleaned up. Come on, you can barely keep your eyes open, go to sleep if you can, I’ll stay here with you while you do.”

Hizashi Yamada: “I told you Zash, it’s really all right.” You let him open the door for you anyway, “the doctors just wanted to be sure I didn’t have any broken bones or anything like that.”  “I should have at least been able to come to get you at the hospital!” He warbles and you smile a little at him.  “You were just doing your job. I understand. Like I said before it wasn’t serious at all, I just dislocated my shoulder, and I’ve got a minor concussion.” You press your fingers to his lips, “so let’s keep it down okay?”  He nods at you, looking just a little awestruck. you smile at him a little wider and take his face in your hand, “you’re sweet, Zashi, thank you for being worried about me.”  “Of course I’m worried.” He shakes his head, “I’m sorry you got hurt in the first place...I can get you some ice for your shoulder and some pain meds, you should try to rest as much as you can.” He holds your waist, “want me to carry you?”  You snort out a laugh at that, “no I think I can manage it babe.”  “Maybe I should come to help you change shirts, they may have reset your shoulder at the hospital but you should still be careful.”  You’re going to say no, that you can handle that too, but he just looks so worried.  “Yeah..I’d really appreciate that Zash. Do you mind?”  He’s about to yell, you can see it in his face, the way he opens his mouth, but it locks shut and he starts shaking his head vigorously instead. “Let me get an icepack and some painkillers and I’ll meet you in there?” You’re pretty proud of his self-restraint. He follows close behind you into your bedroom and starts helping you change into a big, old tee shirt of his, per your request.  “You know..” He starts after pulling the tee-shirt over your head, “what were you doing all the way over here anyway, isn’t your office 3 stops away from here?” “Hm?” You look up at him and ponder for a moment before remembering, “oh, I was going to meet an old coworker from my last gig for lunch, looks like we both got a little wrapped up.” You laugh a little, “he should be alright too. He called me while I was at the hospital, looks like he made it out with just a few scrapes.”  “Wish you were that lucky..” He murmurs smoothing his palm over your head. “Honestly I needed an excuse to ask for a few days off anyhow.” You sit on the edge of your bed and he hums as you continue, “but now that I think about it maybe this is a sign I should just hang out where I am a little longer.” You wave with a laugh. “Were you meeting about a new job?” He perks up at the new bit of information and you shrug. “They have an opening, a charge nurse. He was gonna show me around the floor today after lunch.” You murmur noncomittally, “though now it seems a bit cursed doesn’t it?” You watch him unmake your bed, fluffing up various pillows and pulling the sheets back.  “No way babe, you deserve a better job if you want one. I always say how I think you should be in charge anyhow.” He pats the open space and you laugh but shuffle over to him.  “Yeah..and plus I’d be closer to you.” You look up at him for a reaction as he starts to wrap up the icepack in a cloth. He sputters.  “Well..that’d be nice.”  “Though if you ever get bored of being a hero, you’ve got the makings of a pretty good nurse, then we’d be plenty close, wouldn’t we?” 

Gang Orca/Kugo Sakamata: “Are you mad at me?” You ask, partially slung over the taller man’s shoulder.  “I am not mad at you.” He responds flatly.  “You sound a little mad at me.” You murmur, drumming your fingers on the back of his neck, “Come on Kugo, don’t be mad at me.”  “I said I’m not.” He reaches into his pocket for his keys.  “Then stop acting mad at me.” You retort as he unlocks his front door.  “I’m sorry.” Is all he offers to that. You can’t help but grin a little. “My ribs hurt-” You whine and he sighs.  “Yes, well mine would hurt too, if some hopped up villain body-slammed me into a bus. Maybe you should have considered that before jumping in front of a dog-”  “Well, what was I meant to do?!” You warble, knocking your fists off his back, “don’t be such a brute Kugo.”  “I’m not being a brute.” He sits you down on his sort of comically large couch, “I just wish you would have a little more self-preservation.” He kneels in front of you, “is that unfair of me?”  “...no..” You shake your head compliantly.  “Well then there.” He places his hands high up on your thighs, “I can’t help being worried about you when you get hurt, you’re not meant to. I know you like to think you aren’t, but you are just a civilian. And yes, maybe you’re my civilian, but you’re still a civilian. It’s my job to protect you.” He sighs as you take his hands, he continues, “I was cold, I’m sorry.” He apologizes, “you’re right. I shouldn’t have acted upset with you. I was just so worried about you. Do you have any idea how much worse that could have gone? What would have happened if I, or at the very least someone else, wasn’t there to help you?” “Well I..” You don’t know exactly what to say, “I just..moved without thinking. I don’t know..”  “You need to think. For my sake at least.” He takes your face in his hands, “it makes me happy that you wanted to do the right thing, I just wish you’d be less self-destructive when you did it.” He stands up, “let me get you some medicine, you’re probably in a lot of pain. Maybe a warm bath would help the tenderness.” He keeps your face in his hands, pulling you up a bit by your jaw, “does that sound alright my love?” That makes your stomach flutter, a pleasant bubbling floats up into your albeit bruised ribcage as you nod dumbly at your boyfriend.  “I thought it would.” He huffs out a quiet laugh, “how badly does it hurt? You’re lucky you didn’t break anything. If that villain had been any larger I’m sure she would have crushed you.” You hold onto his forearms, “I’m a pretty lucky person..” He hums affectionately. “Yeah it, sure looks like you are. I’ll start a bath for you okay? Wait here, try to get comfortable.”  You have mixed results, but he’s back soon enough, helping you up. Once you make it to his bathroom he’s helping you out of your clothes, careful not to let you move or contort too much.  “Kugo?” You ask quietly as you sink down in the bathwater.  “Mhm?” He’s already wetting your hair with the warm water, slicking it back with large, soft palms.  “You don’t think I’m weak, do you? Wouldn’t you rather date a hero or something? Someone who can hold their own? That you don’t have to worry about so much?”  His hand pulls away a bit, he seems surprised. “Of course I don’t. Being a hero is my job, I don’t think lowly of people who need my help because I’ll need their help one day too. Do you have a poor opinion of everyone who comes to you and needs help fixing the awful haircut they gave themself?” He drags a soapy hand over your shoulder and you shake your head at that,  “no, I guess I never saw it that way..”  “I worry about you because I love you, not because I think you’re weak. I’d worry about you if you were the no. 1 hero just as much as I worry now. Don’t put thoughts like that in your head they’re not worth the space they take up. Let’s get you cleaned up and a little more comfortable, okay?”

Vald King/ Sekijiro Kan: “Oh? Hey! Look who’s awake.” Sekijiro is sitting beside your bed when you open your eyes. Well you think it’s your bed.  “Where....am I?” You turn to look at him and he sits up a little,  “you’re at my place.” So his bed. Same difference.  “What..what happened?” You rub your head, or you try to but picking your arm up makes you hiss.  “You don’t remember?” He leans toward you, worry etched into his face, “then maybe I should take you back to the hospital-”  It started to come back to you at that, You were on a bus, some sort of villain attacked, there was a pretty big car accident from what you remembered he was trying to drive the bus off a bridge into a free way below, you’d tried negotiating with the guy but he just gave you an uppercut. Though in the time you wasted pestering him he’d lost his window of opportunity, instead he just crashed into a wall. You must have gotten to a hospital somehow...But how’d you get back here? “Oh..the attack..” You wrestle yourself up and he flails up to stop you,  “hey maybe not right this second! The doctors say you hit your head pretty hard, and you broke your collarbone.” He presses you back down into bed, “plus a whole bunch of other bumps and bruises. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re cursed or something. But when you woke up in the hospital they said I could bring you back here as long as I kept an eye on you.” He pats your thigh under the blanket.  “my head hurts..” You groan and he hums sympathetically, “yeah I figured you’d say that. Here.” He holds up a bottle of pain meds, “you want 2 or 3?”  “5.” “I’m not a doctor but I think that’s too many.” He hands you three and a glass of water, “need help?” You shake your head and he nods, sitting back in his chair.  “You could have sat in here with me.” You say after downing the pills.  “I didn’t wanna spook you when you woke up.” He shrugs, “let me get you some ice. It’ll help with the swelling, I’ll be right back.”  True to his word he only takes a few minutes before he’s back at your side, “you want me to get in bed with you?” He laughs at the way you’d pulled the duvet back, clearly making a spot for him.  “I guess I owe you that much.” He climbs into bed with you and holds the icepack to your shoulder. “We talked with some of the witnesses from the bus jacking, the ones who made it out with just a few scrapes...we owe you big time.” His other hand rubs your thigh, “if you hadn’t started talking to that guy he would have driven that bus clean into the freeway, you saved a lot of people by being your usual thoughtless self.”  “Well he did punch me in the face.” You murmur, free hand rubbing your jaw and the bruise that blossomed under your palm, “I think you’re rubbing off on me Seki..”  He laughs a little and wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his side, “I don’t know how happy I am about that yet. But I owe you a huge thanks at the very least. You did a really impressive thing today, even if it got you hurt.” “I’m just a secretary.” You wave, “being talkative is my job.” He grins at that, “well I guess you’re right about that..” He presses a long kiss to your temple.  “I was really worried you know..when I figured out what bus that was, that you were on it..when I was talking to the witnesses it barely took me 2 conversations to figure out you were the idiot who tried talking a villain down.”  He sighs, “I guess I can’t be too mad at you though..”  “No you can’t.” You preen and he huffs, “you’re grounded though.”  “Grounded!?” You gasp, “Sekijiro you can’t do that we’re both adults!”  “Don’t wanna hear it. You’ve got my number, call me when crazy stuff like that happens. I’ll be there. I’d rather it be me who gets punched in the face. ‘S sorta my job. So you’re grounded. Like it or not I’m not letting you out of my sight. You aren’t allowed to lift a finger until you’re all healed up, maybe even after that I haven’t decided. Anyways, I already called your boss. So don’t bother trying to go to work tomorrow she’ll just send you home.” “Sekijirio!” You gasp and he catches your hand before you can shove his chest.  “And you’re gonna like it. Come on, come here.” He accepts you into his chest, wrapping both arms around you, “lucky you the break isn’t so bad, you’ll just be in a sling for a bit...” He lets out a long sigh as you slump into his chest, “I was so worried.”  “I’m sorry..” You turn into him and he leans into your hair, “you did the right thing. I love you and I’m proud of you...You made the hero play. So..don’t be sorry just...be more careful from now on, okay?”  “...Yessir...” You wrap your free arm around him. “Thank you.”  “I was thinking of leaving my office if I don’t get a promotion soon..and after my run in with that villain today I think I’ve got the makings of a pretty good sidekick huh?” You tease and Sekijiro shudders.  “Please I don’t know what I’d do if I was this worried about you all the time. I’m really happy being in love with a secretary I think we should keep doing that.” 

[horrorslashergirl]

Please make another Chromeskull x Reader. Make it sweet and fluff. 🙏♥️😊

I love fluffy Chromey! He sure deserves some love after what it happened to him. My poor baby.

Chromeskull x Reader- Caring Gentleness

Despite being September, Florida nights were still warm, making you wear a pair of shorts with a tank-top, your bare feet at the end of the lounge chair by the balcony terrace of the bedroom, sipping on a cold lemonade with gin, the magazine Fangoria on the glass table along with a pack of Marlboro cigarettes.

It was one of these lazy nights where sleep was out of the discussion, mainly because you were waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work. Jesse just sent a quick 'I will be home tonight' message.

He has been away for two weeks and you were looking forward to spending some quality time with the 6'7 tall behemoth. Hearing the familiar engine of his car, a grin stretched across your face and before you knew it, you heard the bedroom door open and close.

Turning your head your eyes widened when you saw Jesse limp towards you, his black dress-jacket covered in dust and blood. You hoped it wasn't his blood.

"Oh God....What happened this time?" you asked getting up and sprinting towards his form, helping him take your place on the lounge chair.

'Piggies husband got me good.' he signed, and you noticed that one of his shoulders was a little off place.

You sighed and went downstairs to get an icepack along with a bottle of whiskey. Going back you poured him a glass of said liquor, adding two cubes of ice and handing it to him.

'Thanks, doll. You're a sweetheart.' he signed, pulling his chromed skull mask off giving you a smile, then slowly sipping on the strong drink, his furrowed brows relaxing.

"You need to be more careful. You're not immortal." you said, your tone getting that strict motherly type.

'Hey. In the end, I took care of him. Bastard didn't know who he messed with.' he signed with a smirk.

Of course, Jesse's ego wasn't going to back down, even with a dislocated shoulder and his form looking like he had been dragged down the Nevada desert.

You clicked your tongue and shook your head at his cocky attitude, your lips pressing to the top of his bald scalp.

"You're just a troublemaker." you said with a smile, glad that he was home.

'Your troublemaker.' he signed, his brows furrowing as he moved his shoulder.

"Easy now, stud." you mused, sitting down next to the lounge chair by Jesse's side, one of your hands coming up to gently rub his knee.

His eye closed and you felt him relax under your touch, all tense muscles fading away.

You knew how much Jesse longed for such affection, to have someone take care of him, despite his reputation and status. He would never beg for these kinds of touches, his masculine pride been too much, but you could read him like an open book.

You knew when he needed space and when he was dying for a kiss, someone to rub his tense shoulders, to clean his wounds with care and love.

You were that person.

It was a miracle that after his wife committed suicide and his face got smashed up into a pile of meat that he managed to find someone who could genuinely love him.

At first, he was very suspicious of your 'love' for him, but you never pressured him, you let things go on their natural way and he learned to trust you.

He still couldn't believe that someone was actually positive about the aspects of dating a killer. One time he did mention that you were nuts and probably 'loca', but he found these traits very attractive. He wasn't exactly normal either, so you two fit like a glove on a hand.

You learned to accept him fully how he was, noting that he had a lot of flaws, but also many qualities that you haven't found in other people.

He always made you laugh; a good sense of humor, albeit a bit twisted and sadistic, but it grew on you and he always loved to see you laugh. You remember one time you laughed so hard you snorted like a pig.

It still made you smile his comment about how you sounded like a 'piggy'.

Jesse was also very caring towards you, perhaps possessive and territorial, but you loved his jealous side, how he would always pull you closer to him when others looked at you in obscene ways. It only showed that he loved you, in his own way.

You put the icepack on his shoulder, making him silently groan, but then relax, his gaze fixed on you.

'How did I get so lucky?' he signed, making you smirk.

"Well, you should watch where you're going next time you walk typing on your phone." you sassily said, making him smirk back at you, one of his fingers hitting the middle of your forehead playfully.

'Cheeky little thing.' he signed, a look of content on his scarred face, glad that he was finally home with you.

Don't get him wrong. Chromeskull loves a good chase of piggies, but he hates it when uninvited visitors show around, and this time it really caught him by surprise. He internally smirked at how the bastard begged for his life when Jesse cut all his fingers one by one.

"You can relax while I run a bath for you." you told him, getting up.

'Aren't you a caring wife now?' Jesse smirked, his good hand coming up to pinch one of your asscheeks, making you jump.

"Haha...Very funny, but seriously. You stink." you said, moving towards the bathroom to start to fill the bathtub.

Jesse looked confused, then the smell finally hit him.

Oh yeah...The bastard threw Jesse into a pigpen full of shit, another reason for why he killed the bastard very slowly and skinned his back off.

"Bath is ready. Let me help you get off your clothes." you said as Jesse slowly stood up.

'Didn't know you missed me that much.' he signed, wiggling his brows suggestively, only for you to roll your eyes and start to pull his jacket and turtleneck off.

"Wow. He really did a number on you." you chuckled, earning a glare from your lover.

"Easy. I was joking, I know how brutish and destructive my tiger is." you said, pressing a kiss to his skull tattoo on his chest, feeling his chest rumble, like he was purring silently.

His bruised hand, now free of the usual black nitrile gloves moved to brush your hair, his brown eye looking at you with so much adoration, some would say it was an obsession, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

'I will kill anyone who dares to take you away from me.' he signed, seeing that glint in his eyes that you knew was a sign of his alter ego, Chromeskull.

You chuckled, brushing your lips on his chest, your hands rubbing up and down his tattooed biceps.

"You're so romantic." you whispered, then pulled away tugging him into the bathroom, where he finished undressing and lowering into the bathtub, a deep sigh of air leaving his lips as the warm water eased all his tense muscles.

"Want me to make you something to eat?" you asked, sitting on your knees next to the bathtub.

'We will just order something. I want you to stay with me.' he signed, making you smile and kiss his cheek, your hand coming into the water to interview your fingers with his own.

"I love you." you whispered, his thumb brushing against yours in response.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Still The One (Part 4)

Summary: Dean’s beginning to feel like his old self but he can see the reader struggling with everything that’s gone on and tries to get her some help too...

Masterlist

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x reader

Word Count: 5,000ish

Warnings: language, angst, referenced domestic abuse

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Two Weeks Later

“Dean,” you called up the stairs. “Dean, I’m home!”

You got no response and went upstairs, wandering around until you found him in the bathroom. 

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey,” he said from the tub.

“How’d therapy go?” you asked.

“Good,” said Dean. “He told me I need to start doing self care.”

“I like that,” you said as you sat on the edge. “Bubble bath?”

“I haven’t had a bath in years. It was one of his ideas,” he said. You ran a hand through his damp strands, Dean closing his eyes. “I can’t even explain how much I didn’t want to go to therapy earlier.”

“I can take you tomorrow,” you said.

“Okay,” he said, nuzzling into the touch. “It was actually really good.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I still feel like crap most of the time but the guy was really good. No judgement at all. He was good,” said Dean.

“Good. I wish I could help you more,” you said. He smiled and blinked open his eyes.

“You are. You did. It’s like you said, I need to talk to a professional if I’m ever going to feel better,” he said.

“I’m so proud of you for going,” you said, bending down and kissing him. “I love you.”

You didn’t realize you’d said the words until Dean was sitting up, staring at you.

“What did you say?”

“I love you,” you said. A tiny smile crossed his face and you saw him visibly relax, almost like he’d forgotten everything that’d been going on lately.

“Do you mean that?” he asked. You nodded and gave him a smile. “But why?”

“Why do I love you?” you asked.

“Yeah. Why would you love me?”

There was something off about the way he asked and you titled your head at him. He swallowed and you saw him tense up again.

“Dean,” you said, getting down on the floor and leaning over so you were at his height. “You’re my best friend. I don’t care what happens to you, to me, to us. I have loved you for a very long time. Nothing could make me not.”

“Michael told me he loved me,” said Dean quietly.

“What he did was not love,” you said, Dean nodding.

“I know. I know that. I just...I’m not ready to say that to you. I care about you and I feel things I know are love but I can’t say it. I need to know I’m saying it because I want to, not cause I’m scared,” he said.

“Let’s make a deal. You never say anything you don’t want to ever again, okay?” you said. He nodded and you smiled. “If and when you’re ready to tell me anything, then you do it. Is it okay if I tell you that though?”

“Yes. Please do,” he said. You leaned over and kissed him again before you stood up. 

“Okay. Shout if you need something, otherwise I will be making some enchiladas for dinner,” you said.

“That sounds delicious,” he said.

“It will be,” you said. “I hope. I’ll give you your privacy.”

“Y/N,” said Dean before you could leave. “Can you get my one of those heat packs for my shoulder? For after I dry off?”

“Sure. I’ll leave it on the bed,” you said.

“Thanks,” he said. You hummed and went back to the bedroom, taking a pair of his sweatpants out of the dresser and laying them on the bed, setting out some other clothes. You found the hot packs in the guest bathroom, leaving the box on the bed for him for when he was finished. 

You headed down the stairs and worked on dinner for a while, sticking it in the oven eventually. You heard Dean come down, a hand on your shoulder causing you to look up.

“You alright?” he asked.

“Of course,” you said.

“Checking is all,” he said, brushing his thumb over you almost healed bruise. “He hurt you and that’s my fault.”

“No, it’s his fault. I was the idiot that should have gotten out of there quicker,” you said.

“You saved my life,” he said, dropping his hand away. 

“I didn’t save-”

“Y/N. I was never leaving that house again. I was trapped. The only reason I am not in some basement for the rest of my life is because you gave a shit about me,” he said.

“No, Dean. The reason you are here and safe is because you asked for help. You were strong enough to do that and that was the hardest part. It’s still hard but we’ll get through the rest. I promise,” you said.

“I have a condition,” he said.

“I’m sorry but my love is unconditional,” you said. He stared at you a moment, a funny smile on his face.

“Well, that is very nice to hear but this is actually something I talked to my new therapist about,” he said.

“Oh. Well what is it?”

“He thinks that me having something to care for and be responsible for in a way will be helpful for me,” he said. “We talked about you quite a bit in my session for obvious reasons and what happened to you. He thought that it would be good if I spent some time every day taking care of you.”

“Uh, what?” you said.

“You take care of me from the second I get up to the second I go to sleep. You were hurt too. I’m asking for five minutes a day. I do the laundry or cook dinner or I give you a foot massage. Something small. Please,” he said.

“Alright,” you said. “Thank you.”

“The food smells really good,” he said, reaching over and taking your hand in his. 

“Yeah,” you said, looking down. “Your skin’s all soft from your bath.”

“I never realized that stuff like scented baths was actually good for you. I thought it was all frilly before,” he said.

“Wait until I teach you about face masks,” you teased.

“Oh, I can’t wait,” he chuckled. You walked him over to the couch, pulling him to sit down with you. You settled him in your lap, wrapping your arms around him. “You know, you won’t always be big spoon in this relationship.”

“I’ll take it when I can get it,” you said, smushing your cheek against the top of his head. “You smell so pretty.”

“Thank you,” he said, inching back into you. You stayed like that for a few minutes before Dean turned on his side. You were careful of his bad shoulder but kept him close. “Maybe someday you could come to therapy with me. I’m allowed guests after a while.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you said. The doorbell rang and Dean popped up. “Relax, De. It’s probably my dad.”

You walked over and looked out the window, John’s car parked out front.

“John,” you said, opening the door and having him come right in. “How can we help you-”

He practically threw you into the nearest wall and you slumped down, Dean out of his seat by the time John had put a pair of restraints on you and hauled you to your feet.

“Dad, what the fuck-”

“She was having regular phone calls with Michael for the past six months. Do you think that’s a coincidence?” said John.

“I didn’t-” you said, getting shoved back against a wall, your shoulder aching fiercely. “Fuck. Stop before you dislocate it again.”

“What the fuck are you up to?” he said, getting right in your face. 

“Nothing!” you said, John gripping your shirt collar. You whined and turned your head away, another hand on you and yanking you. You stumbled a bit but Dean pulled you behind himself, John cocking his head.

“Dean. The phone records-”

“Maybe someone hacked her phone. Michael had money, maybe he did it himself in case something happened. I don’t know. I do know there are very, very few people in the world I trust right now and no one more than her,” said Dean.

“I understand but-”

“No but’s, dad,” said Dean. “She didn’t do this. End of story.”

“I swear kid if you are in cahoots with that psychopath, you’ll never make it to a police station,” said John.

“Why don’t you be an actual cop and do your damn job and figure out any of the other five hundred reasons why Michael might have been talking to this number, hm? I would start with asking the freak himself,” said Dean. “Now leave.”

John huffed and slammed the door shut on his way out. Dean sighed and you walked over to the kitchen with him, Dean pulling out a pair of scissors. You turned around and felt him start to work on cutting it off when he paused.

“Did you?” he asked.

“He almost murdered me in case you forgot,” you said, spinning around to glare at him. “I’m not a big fan of Michael either.”

“I know,” he said, cutting the tie off. You rubbed your wrist and picked up the pieces from the floor.

“I don’t know, Dean. He could have hacked my account or paid someone to. I don’t know but if you don’t trust me, ever, go ahead and leave. I will never force you to stay someplace you don’t feel safe.”

You watched him set the scissors down and swallow, a strange look crossing his face.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“It’s alright,” you said.

“No it’s not,” he said.

“Dean. I promise. It’s okay,” you said, giving him a gentle hug. “Your dad got scared and you got scared. I don’t want something like that to happen again but thank you for protecting me.”

“I didn’t do anything,” he said.

“Yes you did,” you said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Would you mind getting me one of those hot packs?”

“Sure,” he said.

A few minutes later he was helping you put it on your shoulder blade, Dean staring at your back as you pulled your shirt down.

“Does that hurt?” he asked.

“It’s just a few bruises,” you said. “I’ll survive. I should check on our dinner.”

“Y/N,” he said as he stopped in front of the stove. “I know I’m...you know that I won’t let anyone hurt you again either.”

“I know,” you said. “Let’s enjoy the rest of our night like were were before, alright?”

“Hey, Y/N,” said Sam the next day. You were doing a bit of yard work while Dean washed and waxed Baby, his headphones going. “How’s he doing?”

“Good,” you said, Sam nodding as he walked over to you. “What’s up?”

“My dad sort of told me about what happened, the phone records. I got a call from him this morning. Someone hacked your iPhone account, they’ve been sending text messages back and forth with this Michael guy for a while now. They would delete them as soon as they came in and it seems like it was always the middle of the night which is why you likely never noticed,” said Sam.

“Why would someone do that?” you asked.

“I don’t know. Michael could have been monitoring Dean’s contact with other people. We know he did that. It doesn’t quite make sense for him to send texts to himself though. They’re pretty bad,” said Sam.

“You guys think there was someone else involved, don’t you.”

“I told dad you’d figure it out,” said Sam with a sad smile. “We don’t know for sure what’s going on. Just keep an eye out for yourselves.”

“Do you think someone would hurt Dean again?” you asked.

“I have no idea,” said Sam. “I have no idea what’s going on in his head right now. It could have been Michael, it could not have. You focus on Dean and I’ll work with the police on figuring this other crap out, deal?”

“Deal,” you said. Sam gave you a quick hug. “Be careful, Sam. Don’t be stupid. Call your dad or my dad if something feels wrong.”

“I will,” he said. “I promise.”

“Hey, Y/N,” said Dean a few days later, scrolling through his computer. “I was thinking of calling up my old garage and asking for my job back. What do you think?”

“You want to go back to work?” you asked as you cleaned up a few pots after dinner. “You sure?”

“I’m getting bored sitting around home if I’m being honest. You’re back at work and there’s no more chores to do. Maybe part-time in the morning that way I can go to therapy in the afternoon,” he said.

“I think that sounds like a great idea. I’m assuming you want to go back to the garage?” you asked, setting the towel down.

“I think a different one but yeah,” he said. “I’m definitely up for it again.”

“Well if you need a reference or anything, be sure to put me down,” you said.

“Will do,” he said. You put away the dishes and wiped down the kitchen, only somewhat surprised to find the laundry was already done when you went to do it. “Y/N. Come sit on the couch. You’ve been working all day.”

“I thought I told you I would do the laundry after the bra destroying incident,” you said.

“I used the baggie this time, promise,” he said. “I get my five minutes of taking care of you time.”

“You said you did the laundry though,” you said as you took a seat.

“I did and lo and behold, I feel good enough to do something else for you today,” he teased. 

“Alright, alright,” you said, plopping down next to him. He pulled you to sit in his lap, wrapping his arms around you like you so often did for him. “You just wanted to be big spoon.”

“I wanted to give my girlfriend a cuddle where we can focus on her instead of me for once,” he said.

“What do you mean?” you said softly, dancing your finger on some of the freckles along his arm.

“Dr. Porter says you went through a trauma too. We talk about you,” he said.

“I did not go through a trauma, Dean,” you said. You tilted your head back at him, his eyes looking down and away. 

“You know, admitting that there’s a problem is the first step,” he said.

“Dean. I’m fine.”

“I’m not and I had those things happen to me,” he said. You rolled your eyes and caught him frowning.

“Geez. I’m not you,” you said. His warm embrace on you fell away and you sat up, turning around. “Dean-“

“You mean you’re not weak like me, right? That’s what you meant to say,” he said. You scoffed and he pulled his legs in and stood. “I mean, you’re right. Look how bad I let it get.”

“That’s not-“

“Yeah, it is,” he said. He took off upstairs and you followed after, finding Dean shoving some clothes in a duffel bag.

“Where the hell are you going?” you snapped. He froze instantly and you immediately regretted it. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said quietly, shoving the duffel into the floor. He sat down on the bed and you went right beside him.

“I scared you,” you said.

“A little,” he said.

“It didn’t look like a little, Dean,” you said. You sighed and tucked your knees up to your chest, resting your chin on them. “I’m sorry.”

“I need you to yell at me and for us to disagree and have fights,” he said. You turned your head and were surprised to see him smiling. “Yes I freaked for a second but nothing bad happened. The doctor said I’ll get used to that again but only with trial and error.”

“You were afraid of me,” you said, looking away.

“Trial and error,” he said, moving closer and laying an arm over your shoulders. “I’m sorry for snapping too. You might process things differently than I do.”

“I like this doctor,” you said, Dean chuckling. “I want to make sure you’re feeling better before we deal with me.”

“I’m sorry but I don’t agree with that,” he said. “I’m hurt and screwed up but that doesn’t mean I can’t help you too.”

“It’s not…” you said, pursing your lips.

“Maybe tomorrow you can talk to Dr. Porter after my session quick,” he said. 

“I really don’t want to,” you said. “But you did it for me so I’ll do it for you.”

“Thank you,” he said, kissing your forehead. “You don’t ever have to tell me anything about what you say. I want you to be okay too is all.”

“I know, Dean. Let’s call it an early night. I think I interrupted our cuddle.”

“Y/N,” said Dr. Porter, showing you back to his office the next evening. “Nice to meet you in person. Dean talks about you every session.”

“Yeah. The dork likes me,” you said with a smile.

“You tease one another?” he asked, waving for you to take a seat. You settled into the couch, Dr. Porter shutting the door.

“Yeah. We’ve been doing it since we were five,” you said. 

“Dean mentioned the two of you grew up together. I think it’s quite nice to have had a friendship that long,” he said as he sat down in a comfortable looking chair.

“We drifted apart when we went to college,” you said. “I moved back here about a year ago. Closer to family.”

“It does have its benefits. So. Let’s talk about the elephant in the room. Michael,” he said. 

“What about him?”

“Give me your thoughts on him,” he said with a shrug.

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Why?”

“Cause.”

“Seriously? Cause?”

“Mhm.”

“Again, why?”

“Again, cause.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms. He chuckled and did the same motion back to you.

“I got all day,” he said.

“This is a waste of time,” you said as you stood up.

“I know you came because Dean asked you to,” he said. You sighed and Dr. Porter got to his feet. “I know that you wouldn’t have come to a place like this on your own. I also know that Dean looks up to you right now. You’re something solid in his life which he needs. But he’s taking a lot of cues from you whether you know it or not. So let’s sit back down and talk for an hour, alright? You never want to try again, that’s your choice but do try. If not for yourself then for him.”

“I will do this once for Dean,” you said, taking a seat.

“Good,” he said. He went to a drawer behind his desk and turned back at you. “What’s your favorite color?”

“I like green,” you said.

“Green it is,” he said. He took out a notebook and carried it over to his chair, flipping it open before he sat once more. “Alright. So you were going to tell me what you think about Michael.”

“I’m glad he’s locked away and I hope he gets the shit beat out of him in prison,” you said with a hum. “I don’t care what that makes me seem like.”

“It makes you seem human,” he said. “Besides that, what else?”

“I think he’s a scumbag who I hope rots in hell,” you said. Dr. Porter set his pen aside and slumped back in his seat. “What?”

“You don’t quite get what were doing here yet, do we,” he said. “I don’t want Dean’s girlfriend’s perspective. I want Y/N’s.”

You rolled your eyes and stared at the coffee table, Dr. Porter sitting upright again.

“You ever get in fights as a kid?” he asked.

“Once or twice. It was kid stuff,” you said.

“Tell me about your first fight,” he said.

“It wasn’t really a fight. I think I was five. I spilled my juice on my white shirt at lunch on accident. It was no big deal until later on at recess, this boy in my class started picking on me and calling me names. I yelled at him to stop and he pushed me,” you said.

“So you pushed back.”

“Actually, no,” you said, Dr. Porter tilting his head. “This little boy, smaller and shorter than even me, he came charging in and said you don’t push people. He didn’t say girls, he said people. I remember that. This mean boy pushed the little boy and well, I threw a punch and the mean boy left us alone after that.”

“Did this little boy happen to be Dean Winchester?” he asked with a soft smile. You nodded and rubbed your palm.

“He was in a different class but we were best friends after that. When we got to middle school, it was sixth grade, some older kids started to pick on Dean. He um, he’d broken his arm that summer. We were stupid kids and jumped off a shed roof or two in all our genius. So he started sixth grade with a cast and the eighth graders were vicious and they would say stuff on the way home from school. One day we were walking home and someone got physical because Dean was ignoring them. But he was hurt and they almost hurt him when he was...healing,” you said as you looked at Dr. Porter. “The only times I’ve ever been in a fight has been to protect Dean, hasn’t it.”

“Finish your story, please.”

“I kicked a kid in the nuts and broke the other one’s nose,” you said with a smirk. “Little shits deserved it.”

“Has Dean ever been in a fight for you aside from the incident when you were small children?” he asked.

“My prom date got too handsy in the parking lot. Dean didn’t fight him, by then Dean had hit his growth spurt, but he made sure the guy left me alone. We ditched the after prom parties and went back to his house. We sat on his back porch, we’d made a fire in the pit, and I’m pretty sure we stole a six pack of his dad’s beer. We just sat out there and talked. His dad wanted to kill us but he let us slide that once,” you said. You smiled to yourself, glancing back at the table.

“It’s obvious you care for Dean and he cares for you. Do you understand why he wants to make sure you’re getting the care you deserve?” he asked.

“I understand that but-”

“There’s no but’s in this place,” he said. You closed your eyes and sighed.

“In your professional opinion, don’t you feel like the previously abused, kidnapped, controlled and whatever else he doesn’t tell me, don’t you feel like that guy should be the one that gets a little extra care, hm? Because to me, it’s pretty simple,” you said.

“Do you pity him?”

“Never,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “Do you know how proud I am of him for asking for help and getting the hell out of there? Guys don’t talk about that stuff, they don’t report that stuff when it happens to them. I am happy that he is safe and I want to help him feel better but not because I pity him. I love him.”

“If you love him, give him the same courtesy he’s given you. Stop dancing around what we both know happened,” he said.

“What do you want me to say? That Michael hurt me? That he kidnapped me and tied me up and hit me? That I was terrified? Or maybe you want me to say that I know what it’s like to have someone nearly kill you? Maybe you want me to say that I get scared when I hear a fucking car outside my house? Or maybe, just maybe, you want me to say that I want Dean to make me feel safe and to take care of me but the thing is he can’t do that because I have to be strong for him? Well I don’t care if I’m scared. He needs love and he needs someone to focus on him so that is what I am going to do. I will shove the crap inside down until he’s okay again but until then, that’s how this works.”

Dr. Porter looked down at the floor for a long time before raising his head.

“Y/N that plan of yours may work out. It could. But Dean will continue to see you hurting. You will continue to hurt. You will still have fear. If you bottle that up...bottles have a way of popping open if you don’t let them breathe,” he said.

“You think I’ll snap or some shit?” you said.

“I think you will get tired and exhaust yourself putting up a charade and the next fight you have with Dean...you might scare him worse than making him freeze up in a bedroom. It won’t be on purpose but one of you will do something that makes the other pop open that bottle inside and it won’t be pretty,” he said.

“And what exactly do you suggest,” you said.

“I would like permission to request the case file from the police and do a proper work up on you and then I’d like us to meet again and potentially make a diagnosis,” he said.

“I’m not sick,” you said.

“You have PTSD. That is a given. I’m pretty sure you’re smart enough to have figured that out on your own awhile ago. But I can’t help you if you don’t give me a chance,” he said.

“I don’t need help. I did this for Dean and that is it,” you said as you stood and headed for the door.

“You know, I deal with trauma patients. It’s my specialty. Do you know how many times someone has gotten up and gone to that door? Almost every single new patient does it,” he said. You paused with you hand on the handle, Dr. Porter shifting around. “Trauma is personal. It is unique to an individual. Even individuals that undergo the same traumatic event can differ in their reactions to it greatly.”

“If you have a point, I’d get to it,” you said.

“Trauma is not weakness. It is survival. There are degrees of severity to trauma. You may think you are fine but you need to deal with this,” he said.

“No thanks.”

“You want to help Dean?”

“Of course I-“

“Then do this. If you take care of yourself, you can take care of him,” he said.

“I am fine,” you grit out.

“Clearly.”

“You’re so unprofessional it’s not even funny,” you said.

“No. I don’t bullshit. If you’re stubborn, I’m stubborn back. You’re protecting yourself. The sooner you admit-“

“Dean is the priority, not me,” you said.

“Why do you think he asked you to do this? You’re his priority,” he said. You rested your head against the door and shut your eyes. “Tell me one thing. What are you afraid of?”

“I can’t be afraid,” you snapped. “I can’t. I have to be put together and I’m so fucking tired of it.”

“Then rest,” he said. You turned your head and blinked at him. “Rest, Y/N.”

You sat back down on the couch and put your head in your hands.

“I don’t know what to do,” you said.

“For right now, how about you let out whatever it is you’ve been keeping in that bottle. How’s that sound?”

An hour later you walked out of Dr. Porter’s office, sniffling some as he walked you out to where Dean was in the waiting room.

“Hey,” said Dean as he popped up. “What happened?”

“Y/N had a little breakthrough,” said Dr. Porter. “I will see you both tomorrow. Dean, why don’t you drive the two of you home, hm?”

“Yeah,” he said, taking the keys when you handed them over. “Y/N-“

“I’m sure Y/N will discuss this with you when she’s ready,” he said. You nodded and gave him a small smile, Dean pausing for a moment before the two of you headed outside. You were barely in the car before he was looking at you.

You glanced his direction, Dean giving you a smile.

“Want me to stop at the grocery store quick and get some ice cream?”

“Okay,” you said. He reached over and held your hand before he backed out. “Mint chocolate chip?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

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A/N: Read the Final Part here!

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Christopher Pike - Brink of Death

Pairing: Christopher x female reader Requested by user fandoms_united1206 on Wattpad: Would you be able to do an insert for Christopher Pike and female reader. The rough plot is the reader is severely injured and on the brink of death, and this is what makes him realises he loves her. Word count: 1062 Warnings/notes: Injury and angst Tag list: @space-helen, @deeppandanerdbatty - if anyone wants to be added to or removed from a tag list, let me know!

His heart lodged in his throat. He felt the colour drain from his face as he registered what he’d been told. You had been in engineering when a conduit overloaded due to the ship passing through an ion storm. You were suffering second degree burns and were going into organ failure. If the doctor couldn’t stabilize your vitals within the next few hours, you could become brain dead.

“Sir?” Number One asked, looking at him with a furrowed brow. She knew you and he were close friends, and she’d always had a hunch that there was more than friendship between the two of you.

Christopher licked his lips, moving his gaze to her. The entire bridge had gone silent. “I…” He cleared his throat. “I’ll be in sickbay if anyone needs me. You have the bridge, Number One.”

She nodded silently and watched him leave for the turbolift. Once the doors shut in front of him, he let out a ragged breath. He ran his hand through his hair and tilted his head back to stop the tears from falling.

The turbolift doors opened and he walked briskly to sickbay. He took in a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was going to see. He stepped inside, seeing several crewmembers on the biobeds, all with seemingly minor injuries—a few burns, a cut or two, and what looked like a dislocated shoulder. They should all be fine, and he nodded their way. His eyes found you. You were lying on the biobed furthest from the door and had the most people around you. You weren’t awake, thank God. If you had, Christopher knew you’d been in excruciating pain.

“Captain,” a nurse said as she made her way towards one of the other crewmembers. “Is there something I can do for you?”

He blinked, drawing his gaze away from you. “No, thank you. I just came to check on Y/N.”

“The doctor’s working on stabilizing her vitals now.”

He nodded and went closer to you, making sure to stay out of the way of the medical officers. He watched as the doctors and nurses fretted over you; as they gave you several hyposprays; as they ran handheld devices over your burnt skin. He felt helpless as he stood there. There wasn’t anything he could do to help you get better. All he could do was wait and let the doctors do their work.

“Heartrate is back to normal,” a nurse said, and Christopher let out a breath.

“Does that mean she’ll make it?” he asked.

The head doctor turned to look at him briefly. “There’s a good chance. Now that her vitals are returning to to normal, we need to bring her into surgery and repair the damage on her internal organs.”

Christopher nodded. “Contact me when you’re done, please.”

The doctor nodded and Christopher left, heading straight to his quarters.

As he waited for your surgery to be over, he paced around his room. There was still a risk that you wouldn’t make it out of surgery, though it was low. Still, the thought of losing you made Christopher’s chest hurt like nothing he’d ever felt before. The thought of a future without you in it was something he couldn’t bare to imagine. You had become such an integral part of his life. You filled a gap that he didn’t even know was there. You just… completed him.

He ran his hand through his hair. He hadn’t ever really thought of how much you meant to him. Sure, he knew he cared about you deeply and you him, but he had never thought of your friendship with this much scrutiny before. But now, he was coming to the realization that he was madly, deeply in love with you.

He sighed heavily, wishing he had realized sooner. If he had, maybe he and you could have been dating all this time. Maybe you wouldn’t be teetering on the edge of death without knowing how Christopher truly felt about you.

He was going to tell you. As soon as you woke up, he would tell you.

The doctor contacted him about an hour later, telling him that your surgery was a success and you were on the road to recovery.

Christopher had nearly cried out in relief when he’d gotten the message, but he kept his composure and told the doctor he would be there soon. When he arrived, he sat by your bed and watched your vitals closely.

Your eyes moved under your eyelids as you started to wake up from the anesthesia.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Christopher asked softly, taking your hand in his.

Your fingers twitched against his hand and you cracked open your eyes, squinting at him. “What happened?”

“There was an accident in engineering,” he replied. “You were pretty badly injured. But you’re going to be okay. The doctor can give you a full overview of your injuries when you’re more awake.”

You nodded slightly and swallowed.

“I can’t tell you how relieved I am that you’re okay.” He ran his thumb over the back of your hand.

You smiled softly. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

He chuckled. “Y/N, I… while I was waiting for your surgery to be over, I realized something.”

Your eyebrows rose in question. “What’s that?”

He pursed his lips together, looking at your face. He smiled nervously. “That I’m in love with you.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. A broad smile spread over your face. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” he said. “I hate that it took you being severely injured for me to figure it out.”

You reached up with your free hand and placed it onto his cheek. “Better late than never.”

He bit his lip and regarded your expression.

Your smile widened. “Well, I’m in love with you as well.”

“You are?” he asked, his smile as wide as yours.

“I wouldn’t have said it if I weren’t,” you replied, eyes starting to droop.

Christopher laughed and leaned down. He kissed your forehead gently. “You need your rest. We can talk about this more when you’re feeling better.”

You gave his hand a squeeze. “Will you be here when I wake up?”

“I’ll be here,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You smiled tiredly and let yourself drift off to sleep, your hand still in Christopher’s.

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[nochiquinn]

campaign 2 episode 131: at dawn we plan

(I feel like I’ve used that one before)

my alarm didn't go off, I came in partway through the BOOK that I am super excited for

I would go to a critrole bookstore. I would fly to LA to go to a critrole bookstore.

"final rest" don't you call it that, I'm sensitive

"think on the stormlord" get high, find a god

"I FUCKING TOLD YOU. DID YOU THINK I WAS LYING?!"

oh that's cool, avoiding them having to sit with their thumbs up their butts for an hour while ashley fights

"I am kord, the stormlord" can you imagine

"that's just travis standing on the map"

"grog's like 'let's go'" man I miss grog

sam stop helping

the first thing these motherfuckers ever do with new feats is use all of them as soon as possible as recklessly as possible, I don't know what she expected

you've heard of the stormlord get ready for stormylaura

travis gets so hype for anything barbarian thing ashley does, it's great

imagine if travis had rolled another barbarian but with an actual intelligence score

(I have to at least get my dailies done in genshin impact, I can do that while ashley kills all her friends)

samuel

point at the wrestlemania sign

"geeze read your SPELLS"

laura's storm acting is the best

sam why are you *like this*

I can't wait until they all get jabbed and they can be at the table again

y'all weren't supposed to ACTUALLY KILL HER

ashley apologizing for swearing, around this bunch

storm head a splode

quick lay hands on self

(does that work)

mala: lesbian immortality

get high, punch a god

"zealot-like" I see you

ashley getting stressed out by people watching :(

"I want to scry on vandran" travis' face

laura blocking travis' face

"50 Shades of Green"

between this and sending astrid a nigerian prince scam, I'm starting to think jester might have a problem with staying out of other people's backstories

"I deserve this frigidityyyyy"

t-pose to assert dominance

tbh I would be upset with jester

like it turned out well so that's good but like. what if it hadn't. what if the scry had been intercepted. also just the fact that he explicitly asked her not to.

I LOVE HER I JUST THINK SHE MADE A POOR DECISION

please make one (1) non-magic friend

(go get kima)

caleb: ikithon is not a temptation I need to worry about

beau: (x) doubt

fjord's pecs cast modify memory

"challenging tidings" episode title

"CALLIOPE ARE YOU UP" "she is NOW"

hey no fuck you sam

"fate/stay night?" "name more anime"

hilarious to me that the ones travis mentioned are from a million years ago. travis you're literally in anime. travis you're one of the most famous anime characters in existence. travis keep up.

who's ready for them to roll initiative on lucien at 1 am

oh it's clairvoyance from skyrim

yes good that's how boulder parchment shears works

oh goddammit

I don't have an attention span tonight

roll to dislocate

"I've been pumping it into you"

okay jester the first time was bad enough, this is. hmm.

he's on rumblecusp

hey you know what? fuck this. fuck this whole conversation.

HEY I HAVE AN IDEA ACTUALLY FUCK THIS

mala:Beau gets taken over by the eyes and Yasha has to stab her

mala is only sending me sad things, I'm blocking

"tarrasque" liam you shut the FUCK up

matt pls call it I gotta pee

"is there something that should not be shared?" look man they're justifiably paranoid, give them a break

I hate this plan, incidentally

trent is NOT gonna play by y'all's rules, he's gonna fuck you up and fuck off at the first opportunity

YEAH essek knows

man fuck trent take essek

YEAH SEE listen to essek

liam do not do the thing where you have locked a plan in your head and bully the narrative until you get what you want

pls fail this check

GOOD

the answer is to tell trent to go fuck himself and take essek instead

THE GOOD ANSWER IS TELL TRENT TO GO FUCK HIMSELF

"I will not stop you" YOU SHOULD

YEAH BEAU KNOWS

he. he's got a point.

ducks from the shrapnel from the tumblr tag exploding

thank you liam

okay that was a decent idea tho

laura

every time. every FUCKING time.

god bless you, matt

"I popped a vein between my skin and my skull"

it has been 131 episodes, how are they still so BAD at this

that did not answer any of their questions

the instant I get up he's gonna call it

"that guy can't float"

"like a small hit to the heart" ;-;

someone give this boy a hug and also therapy

he has a mini!!

everyone can have a little war crime. as a treat.

[hisunshiine]

𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕤 & 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔼ℝ |𝕛𝕛𝕜|

♡ au, friends to lovers, jungkook x reader

♡ fluff, god the cavities you will get from this, camping related injury, sfw

♡ for #btsfluffofjuly writing challenge

“Camping? I don’t think that’s such a good idea...”

“Please, you’re my best friend, you have to go with me.”

Jungkook’s doe eyes stared up at you through his long hair that was falling across his face. You shook your head, sighing as you gave in. Of course you would give in. Being hopelessly in love with your best friend would do that to you. 

“Fine...”

“Ah, you’re the best Y/n!” Jungkook punched his hands up to the sky before he pulled out his phone. You couldn’t help but stare at the flexing muscles and the way the veins popped out as his fingers rapidly flew across the screen of his phone. “I’m texting the guys. We have fireworks, and oh! Those pretty sparklers you like, and the view from the campsite of the city firework show is perfect. We’re planning to go to the camping site tomorrow morning and don’t worry; Yoongi hyung made sure to grab the beer.”

You roll your eyes at the thought of the yellow yeasty piss, and yell out after Jungkook walks out of your bedroom in your shared apartment.

“You owe me liquor at least!”

--

Camping. You were not necessarily against camping, on the contrary, you had always wanted to do it. But you had been trying for months now to reign in your feelings for your best friend. And yes, you know that’s hard to do when you live with him, but living alone? In this economy? You weren’t stupid. 

So here you were, climbing out of the Hyundai Palisade Jin had driven you, Jungkook, Namjoon up to the campsite in, luggage in the back and in the trunk of the other car that held Hobi, Yoongi, Jimin, and Taehyung. You took in the area, noticing the dense woods surrounding the clearing that looked like it was often used by campers. That made you feel a little safer about wild animals and such. Not that you were so far out in the wilderness. You were only about a 20 minute drive from the city, up a small incline that barely could be considered a mountain. It was more like a hill. But the elevation in this campground was definitely higher than the city, and you could see the edge that led to a drop where the river cut through, revealing the city on the other side of the rushing water. The fireworks were always done at the river, and from here, you had an uninterrupted view. It really was perfect. 

Going over to the hatchback, you start helping Jungkook unload the camping supplies and duffel bags piled in the back; the others grabbing the items and dispersing them to their areas for set up. You feel your cheeks warm when your hands collide reaching for the same bag, your hand grasping his before you pull away, laughing a quick apology as you avoid his gaze. Those deep brown eyes full of galaxies have the power to drown you if you’re not careful. 

“How many tents are there?” you ask, trying to figure out the sleeping arrangements. You figure you should have asked yesterday, but you forgot, too worried about being in a secluded camping site with plenty of alcohol, the love of your life who didn’t know it, and your 6 friends who definitely did. 

“Um.. like 3 I think.” Jin answered, rifling through the cooler for a bottle of water.

“So, what game are we doing to see who’s sleeping with snore-machine Namjoon?” Jimin giggles at your question, covering his mouth and unsuccessfully disguising it as a cough when Namjoon turns his eyes on him in a glare. 

“Ah, well, we drew straws already, so it’s actually already decided.” Yoongi answered, deadpan. “Sorry smalls, but you and Jungkook are with Namjoon.”

You dramatically fall to your knees, cursing the sky above you with shaking fists.

“Nooooooooo!”

The guys all begin to laugh, except Namjoon who walks over and flicks your forehead as you yell with your eyes closed. 

Everyone gets back to setting up the campsite, and you rub your forehead before stealing Jin’s water bottle to ice your hurt head.

--

“Koo, can you and Sweet cheeks go gather some fire kindling?” Hobi was stoking the fire, shooting daggers at Taehyung. Tae had forgotten to grab the bag with the extra kindling sticks, and making smores over a lighter flame would not work. You didn’t really care for smores; it was the 4th of July, hot as fuck outside, and you were not a fan of being even hotter with a full bonfire raging. You look up from where you and Jungkook were laying on an inflated air mattress you had yet to move into your tent as he played animal crossing on his switch, a little upset that you had finally worked up the courage to lay your head on Jungkook’s chest so you could watch him play and not even 5 minutes later your comfy position was ruined. 

Jungkook let out a sigh, the air sending a shiver down your spine at the proximity of him.

“I guess, hyung. And only I can call her Sweet cheeks,” he replies before looking over at you. “Come on sweet cheeks, let’s go.”

Jungkook set his switch down and once standing offered you his hand to pull you up. You grasped it, enjoying the way his large and warm hand engulfed your own smaller one, pouting once he let it go to head off into the woods. You saw him check his watch, mumbling something like ‘3:53 in the afternoon do we really need a fire now?’ as you trailed behind him.

--

“Jungkook, are there like… snakes or spiders in here?” 

Jungkook smirks at you, fully aware of your fear of wild snakes and spiders. 

“You’ll be okay. The closest hospital is like… maybe 20 minutes away. No worries.”

“Not comforting JK, not at all.” You cut your eyes at him, then give his shoulder a shove as he steps over a fallen log. He laughs, noting the way your shove did nothing to throw him off balance.

Without thinking, Jungkook retaliates by pushing your shoulder back, only this time, you trip, stumbling over the same fallen tree that he had easily cleared, and in your attempt to catch yourself, you overcorrect, and feel the pain of your ankle rolling.

“Ahhhhh!” 

“Fuck! I’m sorry!” 

You sat on the damp grass, hands gripping the grass in an attempt to quell the pain. Jungkook was crouched next to you, low-key panicking as he saw your eyes tear up. 

“Oh god, fuck! I’m so sorry Y/n!” He was staring wide eyed at your ankle, which no longer looked like your ankle. You were deformed. 

“You fucking… strong ass… you giant bunny!” You yell out, tearful. 

Jungkook tugs at his hair, his eyes wide and scared. It’s very clear to the both of you that you cannot bear weight on this foot, as it looks like it’s broken to you. 

“I’ll piggyback you!” He turns quickly, still crouched and you sniffle turning on your bottom as you adjust to cling like a koala to him. The movements cause your ankle to bounce, pain running through it and more tears fall.

--

“Ahh, it hurts Koo,” you tuck your face into his neck as he tries his best to walk smoothly but quickly back towards the campsite. Unfortunately, you had nothing to hold your ankle still from moving with each step Jungkook took, so every few seconds you felt the sharp pain shoot up your leg. It had swollen, you could feel the way your shoe was constricting it, but it was best not to do anything until it was looked at.

“I’m gonna take you to the ER. Seriously, it’s really like 20 minutes away. God, I can’t believe I hurt you, sweet cheeks.”

You shake your head, still sniffling as you tightened your hold across his chest. His chest was so firm, muscles tight from the way he was holding his arms to secure you to his back. You couldn’t deny that getting hurt didn’t put you in a great position, straddling his back, his hands spread to grip you firmly under your thighs; the pain didn’t prevent you from thinking indecent thoughts of him holding your thighs in a different angle. Preferably while thrusting deep inside you.

“Sweet cheeks? Do you forgive me?” Jungkook turned his head to try and see you better; you blink your eyes as you freeze. His lips were so close, you could just lean in and kiss him. Mere centimeters separated your lips from his… Just one kiss, gentle and fleeting, it was all you wanted… You leaned closer to him.

“Jungkook-ah! What did you do to her?”

Namjoon ran over, his hands grasping your face as he smoothed your loose strands of hair back away from your face. You can see his eyebrows knit together, worry over your red rimmed eyes and clearly dried tears tracks on your cheeks.

“I’m okay Joonie, I rolled my ankle.” You smile, trying to calm him so that the others don’t react the same way, but it was too late.

“Yah! You were supposed to get wood, not trip over it!” Hobi yelled from where he was kneeling by the fire pit.

“I’m taking her to the ER. I think it might be broken. Yoongi, can I get the keys?” Yoongi nods, walking over to the car with you both to open up the door so you can be seated. 

Jungkook leans down, bending his knees so that you can slide off of his back and scoot into the passenger seat. A part of you is sad that you are no longer holding onto him, while another part is chiding you for using this to your advantage to cuddle into him on the trek through the woods.

“I can take Smalls if you want, Guk-ah,” Yoongi offers, but Jungkook shakes his head, producing his hand for the keys. 

“No, hyung, I did this. I’ll take her. If there’s anything we forgot to pack, text me and we’ll stop and get it before we come back up. No more hunting for firewood for this one.”

Jungkook climbs into the car and soon you’re traveling down the dirt path back out of the woods. Jungkook reaches over, his free hand grasping yours. You look up at him, eyes wide at the gesture. 

“Y/n, I really am sorry. We’ll get you patched up soon.” His thumb lightly traces circles into the top of your hand, and you continue to watch him long after his gaze has returned to the road; attention to the highway he’s speeding down to get you to the emergency room.

--

“Ankle dislocation?!” You and Jungkook both have your mouths open, shocked to hear the diagnosis. It sounded way worse than a fracture or broken foot. In fact, the doctor said it hurt worse than one too.  

“Yes, your boyfriend here did the right thing bringing you in. Dislocation can be dangerous if it’s left out of place for too long, causing long lasting nerve damage. To avoid this, we’ll be skipping the X-Rays. It’s clearly popped out of place, so we’ll just pop it back in!”

You heard some of what the doctor said, but really, when she called Jungkook your boyfriend, most of your body just malfunctioned. Especially when he didn’t correct her. Granted, he still was in shock, as were you, but then you saw the very buff nurse walk in wheeling what looked like an oxygen tank, except it was blue, and focused on that.

“Now, Y/n, we’re gonna give you some Nitrous Oxide, it will help with the discomfort as we reduce the dislocation,” she turned to face Jungkook, “Boyfriend, come over here and hold her hand. After we finish, we’ll let her rest while we get a boot and crutches for her as well as the discharge papers, okay?”

Jungkook nods, eyes still wide in shock that a simple push had led to this.

“I need you to monitor her, okay? 5 minutes after, take the mask off her. While we get everything ready, she’ll be a little loopy from the N2O… it’s laughing gas, but after another 5 minutes, it should pass.”

You had already had the male nurse place the mask on your face when you heard the doctor say laughing gas. It was too late to decline it; you could feel yourself relaxing into a stupor of content, the pain gone. 

Jungkook’s hand felt nice. So warm, you thought. And attached to such a beautiful man. Wow. You wince a little when the orthopedic doctor and male nurse pop your ankle back into place, but once it’s over, you sigh as you sink into the pillow.

“Jungkooooo..” you turn your eyes to him, admiring the way his hair frames his face. God, you love that man.

“What’s up, Sweet cheeks?”

“Koo… you’re so pretty.”

He blushes, ears turning bright red along with his cheeks.

“Sweet cheeks, hush. Just relax.”

“No seriously, Koo… you’re beautiful. I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n,  you're my best friend.”

“No Koo,  I like, really love you.  Like I want to have your babies love you.”  You turn your head to the side, cheek resting on the pillow as you gaze longingly at your best friend. He was staring at you now no longer in shock from the ankle injury; it now seemed he was dealing with disbelief at the words you were saying.

“God Koo, I've loved you for so long,” you sigh as you reach out to grasp his hand; his hand feels clammy but you're too high on laughing gas to notice. You have no way of knowing that his heart is beating fast in his chest, so fast he feels like it might pump its way straight out of his body.

“You love me? Not, like, as a best friend, but more?”

“Practically since the day we met, remember that day, Koo?  In art class?” 

“How could I forget?” Jungkook replies softly.

You giggle, remembering being paired to work together on the 8th grade art project, and you were so in love with the bunny-smile-having desk mate, yet so afraid to befriend him. That project had gotten you both a good grade, but had changed the course of your life. You found your best friend in that bunny smile, the mole beneath his bottom lip, the scratch in his cheek.

Jungkook stands, moving to you and grasps the mask that is over your nose.

“Time to take this off, sweet cheeks. 5 minutes are up.”

As he leans over and removes the mask from your face, you can’t help yourself. You grasp his shirt and pull yourself up to meet his lips with your own.

Magic. Fireworks. His lips are softer than you imagined, soft as the Cloud 9 you are floating on as you slot your top lip between his lips, pulling his plump bottom lip into your mouth. The kiss feels perfect, and you pull away after a few seconds, falling back onto the pillow behind you. 

The nitrous oxide has made you feel relaxed and calm, and you close your eyes, content. You miss the way he stands there watching you, having felt his whole world shift, coming into focus with you at the center. 

3 hours later from leaving the campsite and Jungkook has you in the car, fitted with a boot and crutches, a prescription for painkillers in your lap that had just finished getting filled at the pharmacy, and some kindling. You had a slight headache, the side effects of the Nitrous Oxide, as well as impaired memory and increased sleepiness. You had been drifting in and out of sleep since you had been given a pain killer when the doctor arrived back to give you the boot and crutches, discharge papers and the prescription to fill. The ER was busy as you were wheeled out of it by Jungkook, who headed towards the pharmacy. You could see people in all states of injury, sporting small burns, a few broken bones here and there, and the wildest was the man with a barbecue fork in his hand wrapped in a kitchen towel. The fourth of July was one of the busiest days for Emergency Rooms, and this year appeared to be no different. 

You barely registered when Jungkook parked the car and turned off the engine, peacefully napping with your head against the cool glass of the window. He looked over at you after he unbuckled his seatbelt, reaching out to sweep your hair back away from your face.

“Sweet cheeks,” he said softly, attempting to wake you. “Hey, we’re back at the campsite.”

“Hmm?” You turn your head slowly opening your eyes as you take in his proximity, his face inches from yours as his hand continues to remain on your skin; palm to your cheek as his thumb gently strokes your cheek.

“We’re back Y/n, let’s get you in our tent so you can rest.”

“Okay,” you mumble, reaching sleepily to undo your seatbelt and open your door. Jungkook pulls away and rushes to get around the other side of the car to help you. The campsite was empty, but he could see some of the boys fishing down by the river and hear the laughter of the others nearby. Normally Jungkook would be wanting to join them, but today, he didn’t want to leave your side. He carried you from the car to your now tent, the air mattress that had previously been outside was placed inside next to Namjoon’s, and he knelt down to lay you on it. You were surprised to feel him slide in next to you, grabbing the thin sheet to put over you both. He wrapped an arm tentatively around your waist and pulled your back to his chest, and you fell asleep like that, feeling safe in his arms.

--

“Hey, guys, the fireworks are gonna start soon!” Jimin’s excited voice pierced through your sleep, waking you up from your nap. You try and roll over, but are pinned down by the heavy arm of your favorite person.

“Jungkook! Get up! Fireworks time!” You’re loud, and he finally wakes, groggy sleep eyes as he deciphers the words you are saying to him. Jimin runs off, and you can hear the boys laughing as the sounds of sparklers and poppers go off, the patter of their feet as they chase each other making you want to go out and join them.

It takes you a few minutes to get situated and meet everyone over by the edge to watch the fireworks, but Jungkook doesn’t leave your side and you are grateful. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close so you can lean on him, and he’s so buddy staring down at you that he jumps when the first fireworks go off. 

“It’s so pretty, Koo, look!” you point out an exceptionally bright purple shimmering firework in the sky.

“Yea, it is.” You don’t notice at first that he’s not looking at the sky; he’s looking at you.

When you do notice, you turn away from the light show and meet his eyes, the fireworks reflecting in them.

“Koo?”

“I love you, Y/n.”

You freeze, muscles tense as you stare at him, baffled.

“Wha--?”

“You… I know how you feel about me. And I wanted to tell you I feel the same. I love you. Like in a ‘kiss you under the fireworks, someday have my babies’ kind of way.”

Your face is warm, heat rising to the surface of your skin as you attempt to duck your head, but his free hand gently grasps your chin while the one around your shoulders guides your body to face him and rests on your back.

“Can I?”

You don’t know what he’s asking, but you could never say no to him. Not when his floofy hair was framing his face, his doe eyes were pleading with you, and he was so close…

You nod, and a breath later his lips are on yours. 

The sounds of the fireworks don’t drown out the whooping and whistling you hear from your friends as they witness the blossoming of a relationship they all knew was inevitable. But all you hear is your heartbeat, pulsing in time with Jungkook’s as he wraps both arms around you and pulls you closer to him. 

Pulling back from him, you have a weird sense of deja vu, and tell him as much.

Smirking, he looks down into your eyes and reveals that this indeed was not your first kiss.

“When did we? How?”

“In the hospital. You grabbed my shirt and pulled me to you for a kiss when I removed your laughing gas mask.”

Your brain is able to recall some of what Jungkook is saying, but before you can be embarrassed he leans down your ear, his lips grazing the outer edge as he whispers.

“Sweet cheeks, don’t worry, I’m glad you did it.” He kissed the tender spot below your ear. “It felt right. I think I’ve always known it’s you… I just didn’t know how to approach it.” Another kiss to your jawline. “But I love you. And now you’re mine.”

His eyes sparkled as the last of the fireworks burst in the air.

“I’m yours.”