#robert barnes x reader

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𝘈 𝘔𝘈𝘛𝘈𝘋𝘖𝘙'𝘚 𝘋𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘔・Sergeant Barnes x reader

I can fix him... I swear..

• matador /ˈmatədɔː/

noun 1.a bullfighter whose task is to kill the bull.

• Among foxholes, tunnels, battlefields, ruins, and the dense foliage of the Vietnamese jungle, many men evolve past recorded evolution. They become machines of war; tricked by rich superiors they will never meet that their brutality and unpredictable deaths are as vital to the ecosystem of economy, government, and control as rainwater is to the ecosystems they destroy to obtain this rumoured brilliance. All men in such circumstances go through similar events; only their minds differ their experiences. Some say another day survived is another day closer to home, to their darling, to quiet tranquil slumber.

• Barnes differed from his men, no, his subordinates. The majority of men had fresh faces with round eyes, conversed often and loudly, struggling with an inner moral compass. They were drafted in; unfortunate sons with no silver spoons. Among these bodies of flesh was yet another body, of the same mortal, woundable flesh; yet none of them seemed to speak or think of him as such. Sargeant Barnes is hard to imagine as young, smooth-skinned or with sparkling eyes. Every piece of imagery connected with him plead to differ; he had darkened cool blue eyes, the type to cut you down the middle slowly with a lengthy stare. He had handsome features, but the healed scars curving, sliding, splitting up his facial structure that dipped like canyons on the plains of his face were seen first. He was the elephant man, in a slighter, twisted way. He remembered the days he was beautiful, and with no vanity in it, he mourned tearlessly the day he lost it. The monster within him had torn at his flesh and leaked it's terribleness out onto him, dripping and trickling out to show the rest of the world what kind of man he was.

• A matador. He did not adorn dazzling pieces from an expensive wardrobe, instead he wore an identical to many uniform, a helmet on his head, ladder-laced boots on his feet. He flashed no red cape at the approaching bull, but he held his M16 into the unknowing dark abyss of what dread and tragedy tomorrow was capable of. He was a man who killed, and was never to be killed. He served a pointless war led by commanding men far away, just as a matador entertains the masses who care not for him, but for how much of a spectacle he can put on to prove he can kill a bull. Instead of applause, praise and luxury, he will be granted money and hide away from society at the end of it all, as long as he manages to outlast the bull.

• Such a stone-hearted, ice-cold man had no time for casualties. He wrote no letters home, he received none, he engaged in no card games, he was not invited either, he sat alone with Jack Daniels, his only friend, and the heaviness of alcohol carried him into sleep. In dreams, a woman held him. His head rested on her chest, his arms limply around a figure parallel to him, warm, sweet-smelling breath on his head from a face up above. He dreamt in silence, awkward lengths of time with little to no dialogue. It was divinatory, a glimpse into heaven, somewhere he had decided to doom himself into believing was out of reach for him; something he did not deserve.

• Barnes remembers how it was seeing you for the first time. You were so casual about your beauty, about the way your hair fell or swerved around your shoulder when you moved your head, the expressions you pulled on your face, the way your lips parted and moved when you spoke, the squint and shine in your eyes when they winced as you laughed.

• Maybe before a shrapnel had carved into his face he could've stood a chance speaking to women. The few he met in Vietnam saw him for what he saw himself too as; a rotten apple, a man who was hard to imagine once as someone's young son, someone clueless to the cruelty of war, and what soldiers were left to deal with in the aftermath. He could imagine how much more difficult coming back home to America could be, if he made it back at all. Barnes had decided, once, late at night, sobering up as the sunrise crept light onto the dark green land that he should die here. Out here, in the battlefield, shot or blown or cut up. If heaven existed, he would never reach it. If Valhalla did though, maybe he'd make it there.

• An ambush, a bloody, swift, unpredicted ambush is what massacred half the platoon. Bullets flew, whizzing past ears and limbs and heads dotted with fearful eyes. Men shouted on both sides, at each other, at the opposite sides. No bother the language barrier, the rage of war would be conversed. A slow, terrible stagger back to base ensued. After running for maybe fifteen minutes your lungs run out of breath, the adrenaline cans empty and you run out of fuel. Men carried their companions into the medic tents, shoulders slung over each other, or the worse off on stretchers. Barnes stood outside the tent, lighting a cigarette bent from sitting alone in his pocket for who knows how long. It had a stale taste.

• Maybe three hours, maybe four hours passed by before Barnes solitary staring into the distant jungle was interrupted. "Sergeant?" You, tired yet still attentive stood by the entrance. Your uniform had odd drops of browned red freckling it's white cloth from handling, helping, attending to and being around the wounded and dying. "You need me to look at that?" You pointed to a cut that had been bleeding down his arm for a while now. Barnes figured it wasn't killing him, so it wasn't a problem; he didn't need any medical attention. "'M fine, you go check on'em worse off than me." He turned his head away, a cigarette between his two calloused fingers. "Thing is, I have. Everyone's been seen, except you."

He raised his head, meeting your eyes. He waited to see a reaction. Most people squirmed uncomfortably, like a small animal under a hard boot, when Robert decided to stare at them. He watched your face, if you ever glanced at his scars fretfully or bashfully avoided his gaze to look at your shoes instead. You kept his gaze, meeting it with soft eyes; something he hadn't met in a very long time. You were looking at him because you cared. You shouldn't, he thought.

"C'mon inside, honey." You ushered, quietly, tilting your head in persuasion. You blinked slowly, unintentionally entrancing. He was a beautiful man you thought, one that shouldn't of been sitting on a crate surrounded by trodden mud with a sad stare, hurt and wearing a stone mask.

• The tent had two rooms; one with fold-out beds filled with pain-medicated privates, most now asleep, the other being the inventory room. A small table and chair were tucked into a corner of the small inventory room, beside stacks of crates and glass cabinets for viewing medications. Drawers of needles, pills, all running low on quantity. Barnes pulled the chair out from it's tucked position beneath the table. He faced it towards the opposite wall, where you opened a drawer taking out a suture needle.

• "You're gonna need stitched, I'm sorry to say." You spoke over your shoulder. He took a moment, finding you hilarious. His face had been stitched up a thousand times, he could bare a one or two on his arm. "That's alright." He drawled in a Southern accent, crossing his arms as he leaned back in comfort.

You turned to him now. He lifted his shirt sleeve a little, and turned his torso to the left to let you get better access to the wound. You stood between his legs, leaning forward. He watched your face this time as well, if you were scared by being so close to him. If your hands shook when you touched his skin and sewed up his wound. If you held your breath, if you gulped, if your forehead began collecting beads of sweat. None of these cynical predictions came though.

"Where are you from, with an accent like that?" You asked, completing the first stitch. Your fingers graced his skin briefly during this contact, Barnes could feel something warm inside him burn.

"South Carolina." Robert spoke slowly, his eyes leaving your face, examining the rest of you chastenedly. You were just another pretty nurse indulging in small talk, you had no interest in him he supposed. Nothing will come of this moment he thought, but your normality, your casualness around him was being silently adored, and he closed his eyes to cherish the moment.

"Never been there." You finished the second stitch. Barnes opened an eye to peek down, thinking it was over, but he needed one last stitch.

"You got a sweetheart waiting for you at home?" You asked coolly, keeping your eyes to the wound, not daring to meet his glare now. Barnes instead stared at you, those cold blue eyes assessing everything; your tone, your question, your body language.

• Only now did Barnes consider the nurse standing between his legs stitching him up making small talk despite his coldness may be taking some sort of interest in him. Maybe it was a joke, to try approach him and woo him over, to tame the animal disguised as a man.

After a long internal monologue with himself, Barnes answered. "No." His voice was simple, easy to assume as cold, but the relaxation of his face plead otherwise. He was relaxed.

"A handsome man like you? No one waiting on you?" You seconded, looking at him momentarily with a playful grin, pausing your work to do so. "Don't try me." His voice, his face, like clockwork, returned to sternness.

Snip. The last stitch was completed. You stayed where you were, both your thighs touching, neither moving.

"What?" You looked down at the seated man, the face of a broken, forsaken statue of a stony angel stared back. God was he golden, if only he could believe that himself.

"I don't like sweet talk. You nurses talk to all them sorry bastards you need to stitch up like that." His cruel tone buttered everything over, he spoke with distaste on his tongue.

Neither of you moved, still. You didn't back up, he didn't move to stand up. You stared at him with thoughtful eyes, as if you knew what you wanted to do but feared consequences. Carefully, you placed the palms of your hands either side of his jaw, very slowly. His skin was hot, his dark eyes unblinkingly watched you, you felt him tense up in the ever slightest.

You slowly rubbed circles on his skin with your thumbs. Your expression was soft, your lips slightly curved into a smile, your eyes squinted in both concentration and admiration. He looked up at you, a confused, struggling feeling brewing within him. Longing, guilt, breathlessness, hesitant elation.

"You can trust me." You whispered, a warm smile on your face that melted his guard down. "OK?" You inched closer, still caressing his face as he sat without a word.

He tilted his chin downwards, parallel to your neck. Not suddenly, but much quicker than you, he leaned in, resting his head sideways along your collarbone. His arms lifted, his hands first grazing the side of your thighs before travelling up to hold you around your waist, pulling you closer for comfort.

That shocked you, you felt like you had witnessed the rarest thing in the world, like a zoologist watching a bear awake from hibernation. Like something inside of Barnes that had been kept behind concrete walls and barbed wire was now let loose, but in the gentlest way possible. You moved your hands from his face to his back, arms around his shoulders, caressing his shoulder blades and upper back ever so slowly.

You felt his hot breath on your chest, your heart quickened it's pace. Barnes could hear it through your ribcage, the pat pat pat suddenly speeding up. You moved a hand up, towards his head of hair, running your fingers through it. You breathed in his aroma of cigarettes, sweat, blood and the vegetation of the jungle he had brushed up against from hours earlier in the day.

He remembered his dream of being held, so simply, so fondly. In his moment, before he could even realise what the cold sensation on his cheek was, a tear ran from his eye. One lonely drop of liquid, that rolled down and hung at the bottom of his jaw. He bit his tongue, savaging back any other shred of emotion that wanted to escape. Now he could die. A cold death, lonely, painful, lengthy, any way at all. Because even for just a short moment, no matter it's realness, he was held and felt the comfort of a child, the safeness of a falseness, an indescribable warmth. Love.

[senka-mesecine]

What would the boys' reaction be if they were going to kiss the reader and she turned her face away (as a joke)?

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― Chris Taylor oscillates between being too boyish and seemingly green to play these games, sitting there with a flustered, eager smile on his face because he wants to do something about this but he probably doesn't yet have the fully developed bravado to actually go ahead and actually do it --- this being the case initially anyway all while just easily having it in him to downright surprise you and possibly himself as well when he practically orders you to cut this out, straighten your head out and kiss him properly. Like, he could very well be visibly angry doing so. All furrowed brows and lightning in his eyes, like someone not exactly to be messed with even though he initially comes off like the one you can mess with the most, by definition being a book not to be judged by its cover.

― O'Neill might immediately catch unto your playful intent, admittedly, after a moment of being perplexed and wide-eyed (and legitimately scared and nervous that your rejection is genuine) only to be as feisty and weaselly about it as you are, wiggling his eyebrows and feigning insult as he might say that he sees how it is. Uh-oh. Alright then. No, no, no. No face action. Next you want to be kissed it's him who'll play hard to get and he'll see how you'll like that, he might whine all while simultaneously acting tough, pretending to threaten you, legitimately being the wannabe brat within the equation. Of course, nothing comes of it and it's all empty talk, because the next time you're in want of a kiss he might gleefully capitulate within ten seconds flat.

― Bunny's pretty disgusting about it...to nobody's general surprise. He might actually be further invigorated and turned on if you shrink away from a kiss, however jokingly. He could see it as a challenge, in fact. Foreplay. An invitation to get even nastier than he already usually is. Might just declare say something in the vein that if you don't need a kiss he knows exactly what you do need --- the real deal, the big guns --- only to grab his own crotch and give you a lecherous grin. Want this instead, huh? 'Cos he's gonna give it to you. There's no playful subtlety and seductive nuance with this guy most days. Somehow you end up fucking quicker once you turn your head away than if you actually kissed because it'll only serve to make Bunny hornier.

― Turn your face away and in the heat of the moment Rhah will simply kiss your cheek, and your neck and your jaw and your chin and up and down your hands, muttering something to himself feverishly as he does, almost gritting his teeth with desire once you don't make your mouth readily available to him, so turned on by all of this man's visibly tense and agitated by you, the veins in around his neck goddamn nearly popping. You really are a Jezebel, you minx. Life destroyer and heart eater. He might go into a wave of invigorated, titillated ranting, quite literally in your face about it, his breath on your skin. If it was ever possible for a person to get off just off of the simple gesture of a bit of denial, Vermucci does, possibly even harder than he would with downright foreplay or sex.

― What's this then? King might immediately smile wide and bright with the understanding his baby's just being fun-loving and carefree, even though he'll return that very fun-loving and carefree nature and even encourage and feed it with some fun-lovingness and carefree tendencies of his own when he practically teases and prods you into the very kiss you've jokingly denied him because two can play at this game. He loves the fact you're like this. Loves the fact even more than he can effectively be coquettish with you to his heart's content and downright rizz you into a smooch; a game that might become something of a consistent tradition and in-joke between you two. You pretend to deny him and he'll flirt your 'resistance' out of you.

― Wolfe could be the only one from the bunch who possibly completely misunderstands your playfulness and takes a 'no' as a 'no'...accidentally. I get the impression he's very literal and tight laced like that at times and that even if part of him gets that you're just teasing he might not have enough immediate courage to take action actually be emboldened to just plant one on you now that your head is slightly tilted to the side. Meaning that if you turn your head away when he's trying to kiss you he might just tensely chuckle and be here genuinely thinking you don't want this right now...rendering the situation awkward within mere seconds. You might have to literally grab this idiot and pull him in for a kiss yourself afterwards in order to reassure that no, you were in fact, just being cheeky. Whoops.

― Eerily enough, even though he might just chuckle at you wholly endeared and understand you're just toying with him somehow Elias comes off as almost intimidating when he, with the softest, tenderest tone imaginable tells you that 'Next time I try to kiss you, turn your head my way, okay?' Not a shred of malice in these words. His voice isn't raised whatsoever. He's eyes are smiling. So is his mouth. He's all warmth and sweetness as he says this. But, he's very directly and very gently telling you what he wants in the most deliberate and lulling way imaginable where it's hard to tell if he's toying with you too, playing at intimidation as a practical joke or if he's giving you an actual command. Suffice to say, whatever that was, it takes your breath away. You're somehow more turned on and shaken than you've ever been.

― If Barnes doesn't give you a long stare, simply looking at you darkly after you've turned your head away from him and walking away without saying anything worst case scenario, he might go the other extreme and just grab your jaw rough, smush your face under his grip and pull you into a kiss on his own terms, without any warning. There's usually no joking around with him. He might do the joking, sure. But others doing it to him at his expense? He'll either coolly leave the situation or he'll take what he wants on the spot. Either or. No middle grounds. Suffice to say, whatever the case, you'll be taught how to behave through it. Next time he learns his head in for a kiss? You better stay still. Although, somewhere deep down? There's no denial Barnes relishes the process of taming you into it.

[atmostories]

Sergeant Barnes x Reader

A gift for @senka-mesecine 🚬🚬🚬

His Cog

The girls were scared of him. It couldn't have been because of his facial injuries, they'd been here at the city hospital longer than you had after all, seen much worse. You supposed it must have been his rough bedside manner. They loved the sweet boys, the charming ones, and from what you'd witnessed they must have spent half their time flirting and the other half actually providing care. But considering how the boys healed up, the flirting seemed to be part of the healing. Sergeant Barnes wasn't a flirt then. That suited you just fine. Coleen had shoved his file against your chest as you were restocking one of the operating rooms, making you take him as one of your patients. She barely gave you time to grab the file before the papers could spill out everywhere.

After reading through his rather extensive medical history, you headed to the step down unit with fresh bandages in hand. It was quieter in here than the intensive care wards or the floor units where patients were almost ready to be discharged. When you spotted Sergeant Barnes sitting up on his bed, his eyes were already on you. He didn't react to the polite smile you gave him as you approached, nor did he respond when you introduced yourself. The laceration on his chin went through his lip, it must have been painful for him to- “I need a smoke,” he ordered plainly, his hand reacting out, obviously expecting you to have a pack on your person like most of the other nurses did. “When I've finished changing-” “Now.” You blinked at his blunt interruption, suddenly understanding why Coleen had forced him on you. “Alright,” you replied slowly, placing down the bandages on the bedside table. He spoke again when you turned around. “You ain't got none?” “I. . .I don't smoke.” “You will,” he replied, his words nothing but a promise. You rushed off out of the unit, managing to plead for two cigarettes from Dorrie before hurrying back to him. He pointedly took both of them, tucking one on top of his ear. It was as if he was silently chastising you for not having them in the first place. “Well?” He was giving you an expectant look. You stared back helplessly. The hostility of his demeanour was putting you out of sorts. “What. . .you thought the passion of you wanting to help heal folk and such was gonna light this here cigarette?” Your gut rolled with embarrassment and you felt your cheeks redden. You mumbled an apology and left the unit once more, this time in search for a lighter. Thankfully you bumped into Dr. Foreman who lent you his lighter, appearing understanding when you mentioned who your patient was. You sucked in a deep breath before walking back to Sergeant Barnes in an attempt to compose yourself. Rather than taking the lighter from you, he jutted out his chin with the cigarette pressed between his lips, expectant and waiting impatiently. You lit it for him and he thankfully didn't criticise you any further as you got to work taking off the old bandage. The stitches looked messier than they should have been and the thick scabs on his upper and lower lips were bleeding slightly. While you cleaned the wound carefully, you were surprised he didn't blow the smoke right into your eyes. His jaw twitched, he must have been in pain. You slowed even further. "I ain't a damn china cup," he commented in annoyance. You ignored him and continued at the same pace, concerned that the future scar on his chin and his lips would be as prominent as the one going around his brow. He suddenly grabbed your wrist and wrenched you forwards, your nose almost bumping against his. "What did I just say?" He murmured softly, his voice juxtaposed the vicious grip he had on you.

"You're in pain," you explained, almost letting out a whimper.

"I can take the pain. You hurry on up and get to the other men, there's plenty of them, ain't there?"

"You're my-"

"I don't take back talk. That's your first and only warning. Now get to work." You stared at him for a brief moment when he released your hand, there was something almost hypnotic about his eyes and his cool, controlling demeanour that compelled you to obey. You resumed your work at pace, as he had commanded you to. Your hands were getting unsteady as Sergeant Barnes watched you intently while he smoked. Would he chastise you once more? Would he grab you again? Were you going fast enough? After applying a fresh bandage on his chin, you examined his swollen ankle and put an additional pillow underneath it to raise it even higher. He didn't seem to like that but said nothing on the matter, nor did he comment as you completed the nursing observations, timed his pulse and respiratory rate, checked his temperature and blood pressure. He'd finished the second cigarette by the time you got to the pain score. You purposefully left it until last, wanting to avoid further conversation with him.

He gave you a one out of ten for his face and also for his ankle. You hesitated to note down his answers because he wasn't telling you the truth. “If I uhh put down a one for your ankle, that means you can walk. . .but you can't just yet, not for at least a couple more days. How. . .how about a three?” You tried to negotiate with him, the Sergeant silently considered your attempt before nodding in reply so you quickly noted down a three. “Thank you, Sergeant,” you told him, managing to take back the lighter without protest and you hurried out of the unit, wishing that Coleen had cornered someone else before you. - - -

The next day you were prepared for Sergeant Barnes. You purchased a lighter and a pack of cigarettes, two of which were promptly returned to Dorrie, and you immediately had one lit before guiding it in between his lips. He thankfully said nothing as you got to work once more. When you'd returned Dr. Foreman's lighter yesterday, you expressed the need for Sergeant Barnes' pain relief to be reviewed. The doctor had merely chuckled at you, replying that Barnes had always denied pain medication and it wasn't worth the bother. You wanted to refute the notion, explain that the Sergeant was worth the bother, but you knew that you couldn't force the pain relief on him. From what he'd said yesterday, you assumed that he'd give some justification that the other men needed it rather than him. You wondered what was fostering that mindset. There were plenty of supplies here in the city hospital, there wouldn't be so many when you headed to the front next week. The swelling of his ankle was subsiding, another two days and you'd like to see whether he could put some weight on it. His pain score remained the same and you jotted down the results from your routine observations. He offered no critic or chastisement. Perhaps he was having a particularly bad day yesterday. On your visit the next day, when you had replaced his bandage he pulled off the bedsheets and swung his legs off the bed. “You said two days,” he told you before you could protest at his sudden movement. “Please could you wait for a moment?” You pleaded as you knelt at his feet, hands gently running over his ankle. Though the swelling was going down nicely, you'd prefer him to rest until tomorrow to be sure. But Sergeant Barnes was seemingly adverse to standard medical practice. As the thought crossed your mind, you felt his hand press down on your shoulder, he rose to stand on one foot and slowly began to put weight on the bad ankle. You stayed on your knees, conscious that moving would mean he'd be placing all of his weight on his feet rather than using you as a crutch. He was rather good at hiding the pain, and yet it was still evident as you observed him closely. There was tension in his jaw, his eyes flicked from the floor, across the ward, to the ceiling, he leaned even more against your shoulder. Considering what you knew about him, he'd probably start trying to walk around the unit. “Maybe. . .I can come back later today and we can get you back on your feet again? If you'd like?” You asked softly, trying to walk the fine line between placating him and not wanting to push his body too far. He gazed down at you for what felt like the longest time before he sat back down on the bed. “I'll hold you to it.” - - - Surprisingly you got used to Sergeant Barnes. You obeyed his previous commands, provided him with cigarettes on every visit and kept focused on your work, on helping him to his feet. He left you well enough alone, commenting only here and there about hurrying up.

He wasn't like the other patients, he was all business. He didn't chat, he didn't gossip, he didn't regal his stories of battle and glory. He didn't confide in you, he didn't attempt to persuade you to get him extra rations, he didn't try his luck trying to steal a kiss from you. It was almost as if he was waiting to get back to the front. He constantly pushed himself to recover as quickly as humanly possible. No matter his pain. The others dreaded the front, they'd push the thought of it from their mind, they'd chat with you and the other girls about their lives beyond the war, about what they'd be doing during their rest and recuperation time, about learning how to surf in Hawaii, going to the dance halls and partying through the night. Sergeant Barnes was fully focused on recovering and getting back. There was something. . .robotic about him, something relentless, something not quite human. You supposed it should have unsettled you more than it did. The day came when you traded your pristine white nurse uniform for fatigues. It was standard issue for medical personnel at the front, both male and female. You liked it in some ways, that it was looser and more comfortable to wear, that the men might see you more as an equal. And yet it dawned on you that were about to truly enter a war zone. Nurses before you had been killed, blown to bits by artillery fire. You supposed if you were gonna go, you'd hope it be quick. You told Sergeant Barnes that this would be your last visit with him, that you were flying out to the border area first thing in the morning and that another nurse would see out the rest of his recovery. “Tomorrow hmm?” He murmured and you nodded in reply. It was the only thing he said. You finished up your observations in the usual silence of his company and bid your goodbyes. You didn't sleep at all that night, mind filled with what was to come. At dawn, you were waiting at the back of the line with Dorrie to get into the truck, your one bag of possessions in hand. You and Dorrie were the only nurses heading out, the rest were soldiers. Two of them seemed to be competing for Dorrie as they both helped her climb up into the truck and were trying to convince her to sit next to them. You looked at the back of the truck with a sigh, wondering how you were going to climb up so high without breaking your neck. A hand reached then reached out, Sergeant Barnes was staring down at you. He wasn't wearing a bandage on his face. What was he doing here? “Up ya get, cherry,” he prompted. You held out your hand and he helped you up into the back of the truck, guiding you to the bench opposite him. Your knees brushed against his as you sat down, there was barely any space inside, you wondered how so many people could fit in such a small space. A duffel bag was on the bench next to you, so thankfully you were leaning right up against that rather than someone else. With your bag resting on your lap, you kept your legs pressed together. Sergeant Barnes' legs were spread, his knees either side of yours. You almost jumped when the back of the truck got closed up half way, you were too distracted.

As the truck got moving, your eyes flickered over to Sergeant Barnes who was already looking at you. “What are you doing here, Sergeant?” You asked him, having to raise your voice slightly because there must have been at least five different conversations going on. Dorrie was already laughing loudly. “Got discharged.” “But. . .I didn't recommend that.” “So?” He replied dismissively, shrugging a shoulder at you. “Well usually there needs to be a nurse recommendation and a doctor's authorisation for personnel to be discharged.” “Well. . .guess I skipped the unnecessary part and just got the authorisation.” There was an uncomfortable twinge in your chest at his harsh words. Was he purposefully trying to insult you by insinuating that you were unnecessary? Nothing on his expression helped you to determine his meaning. You didn't respond to him, and turned your attention to the view out the back of the truck as the city passed by. If only Dorrie had stayed with you, maybe you could have chatted together, make the journey go a bit quicker. In your peripheral vision, you saw him pull a cap out of his pocket. He put it on before pulling it down over his eyes and crossed his arms. That was something of a relief, to not have Sergeant Barnes stare at you the whole way. Every now and then, you'd glance over at him, taking in a detail here and there, looking at the watch on his left wrist. The roads started to get windier as you headed out into the countryside, rice field after rice field rolling past. His knee would knock into you when the truck turned. After an hour or so, one of his knees remained pressed up against you and he continued his leisurely nap, oblivious to what he was doing. Rain began to pelt down onto the top of the truck and Sergeant Barnes remained unperturbed. As the truck went around another bend, his other knee knocked against you, but then it didn't move away again. He had both of his knees pressed against yours, effectively boxing you in. For a moment, you thought about saying something, but the last thing you wanted to do was disturb him. Who knew what kind of wrath you could awaken if you woke him up? No, you wouldn't do that, you'd simply remain uncomfortable as you were. The rain had been over for a good half an hour when the truck arrived at the airbase. Three helicopters would take you the rest of the way to the base camp which you'd call home for the next six months. Sergeant Barnes pulled off the cap a few moments before the truck pulled up, finally moving his knees away from yours.

[moonlight-ee]

That’s America’s ass!

[nofingjustaninchident]

older men do it better

[veryberryjelly]

LAST DAY

to send in requests for my 1.5k dinner party! i’m you by to continue writing the requests i haven’t already posted but today is the last day to send something in!

send asks to my inbox !

[supercap2319]

Tony: "Y/N Stark! Have you been fooling around with Bucky?"

Y/N: "Actually, I suck his dick, and he buys me dinner."

Tony: "Why?"

Y/N: "Because lunch is not a date? That's why it has its own special menu."

Tony: "No, I mean, why are you sucking him?"

Y/N: "Because he's hot."

[blackynsupremacy]

“why you always watching superhero stuff? ” 😐

The superheroes:

[elixirfromthestars]

WELCOME TO MY CINEMA! ˙✧˖°🎥 ༘ ⋆｡🎞️˚

As you all know, last August I opened a cafe (a.k.a. my cafe themed writing challenge). The response to that was so wonderful and I adored hosting it and reading every single one of your entries, and I'm thinking it's time I host a new one! ♡

This time I decided to rent out a private theater for all of us to sit and have a movie marathon! This writing challenge starts today and closes on March 30th! I will be traveling the last week of March and it would be the perfect time for me to catch up on reading all the entries (since I read & reblog every fic submitted). The masterlist of all entries will be posted sometime in the following days of me returning from my travels! (Just like my last writing challenge, if you see this anytime later or can’t make the deadline do not fret, if anything below inspires you, you are welcome to write and tag me so I can read it and add your submission to the masterlist♡)

Below are the rules, prompts, and guidelines ♡

who you can write for: all marvel characters are welcome / any fictional sebastian stan or chris evans characters are welcome too (any characters they’ve portrayed based on real life people will not be accepted though!!) I will be expanding this from my last challenge and accepting submissions for characters from Top Gun Maverick & Twisters 2024. (please keep it to x reader fics only!!)

some general guidelines: Below I’ve provided a number of different scenes, quotes, and songs for inspiration ♡ Anyone can use as many as they'd like and even mix and match however you’d like!! If you use any please let me know somewhere in the post! If nothing below inspires you, you can always submit something with inspiration from a scene/dialogue exchange from another movie or tv show, just please let us know where the inspiration came from!! :) here's the catch though -> the scene/dialogue exchange has to come from another movie or tv show that is not from the one the character is originally from. For example, if you write for Bucky Barnes, the scene/dialogue exchange has to come from another movie or tv show that is not from Marvel. 18+ fics are welcome, just please add warnings! Entries are not limited, you are welcome to submit as many entries as you'd like! Any length of fics are welcome, but if it’s over 500 words please add the “keep reading” option. If you write something as part of a bigger series, please write your submission as a standalone ♡

what is not accepted: no dark fics, anything involving minors, incest, rape, noncon/dubcon... (You can always message/inbox me to ask questions.)

how to enter: please tag me and use #elixirscinema when you post ♡ i’ll leave a like (from my main blog @saturnsflowers) to let you know I saw it and reblog it to this blog once I read it :) I love reading and leaving comments on all submissions, so please be patient with me if I don't get to yours right away! also, let me know if I haven’t interacted with your post after a few days in case I missed it! You can send me a reminder through my inbox or dm, thank you! ♡♡♡

Happy writing! My inbox is always open for any questions or comments!! ♡ 

These trailers are all so exciting! Did any of them pique your interest?

˙✧˖°🎥 ༘ ⋆｡🎞️˚ For scenes, you can use any of the ones below or use one or more from any movie/tv show you'd like! You can use the dialogue, the themes, the moments, the dynamic, etc of the scene to inspire your writing. It doesn't necessarily have to be word for word or match the scene exactly nor entirely, it just has to inspire you in some way! Below I have different scenes linked for inspiration, but again you are free to use any scene(s) from anywhere else to inspire you!! ♡

📖 ...✩ Why didn't you write me? — The Notebook

🦊 ...✩ "I love you." / "It'll pass." — Fleabag S2

⛲️ ...✩ I loathe you... — The Princess Diaries 2

🩺 ...✩ Are you telling me you love me? — The Artful Dodger

🐎 ...✩ You're the bane of my existence... — Bridgerton S2

🗡 ...✩ That's not how you hold a dagger. — My Lady Jane

🗞 ...✩ You can’t lose something you never had. — How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days

🪶 ...✩ I burn for you... - Bridgerton S1

🖊 ...✩ You are my exception. — He’s Just Not That Into You

👒 ...✩ Don't marry him. — Little Women

🏹 ...✩ I do... I need you. — The Hunger Games: Catching Fire

🌊 ...✩ I thought that we loved each other... — The Summer I Turned Pretty S2

🪵 ...✩ There is no one like you... — To All The Boys I've Loved Before

🚢 ...✩ You jump I jump, remember? — Titanic

🪩 ...✩ Doesn't what I said mean anything to you? — When Harry Met Sally

🎸 ...✩ You were paid to take me out? — 10 Things I Hate About You

🫧 ...✩ You're looking way too hot right now... — Love, Rosie

🐚 ...✩ Are you engaged to that beautiful woman? — Mamma Mia Here We Go Again

💌 ...✩ Break my heart into a thousand pieces... — To All The Boys: P.S. I Still Love You

🏛...✩ I am never going to be over you. — Scandal

🥂...✩ Oh, now I remember why I had such a crush on you… — Something Borrowed

🚑 ...✩ I'll tell you what you are to me... Criminal Minds S4

💋 ...✩ Do you really hate me? — The Hating Game

🌀 ...✩ It's okay, I've got you now... — Maxton Hall

I’m going to get some snacks before the marathon starts. Do you want anything? Here’s the menu:

🍫 ✩｡⋆⸜ "They warned me about you, I should have listened."

🥨 ✩｡⋆⸜ "No. No, stop. Stop talking like that. You're going to be fine."

🍪 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Of course I came for you. It would take far much more than that to stop me."

🍟 ✩｡⋆⸜ Realizing they're in love.

🍭 ✩｡⋆⸜ "It was just a kiss. It changed nothing between us."

🧋✩｡⋆⸜ "We're not just friends and you fucking know it."

🥤✩｡⋆⸜ "I have loved you from the moment I laid my eyes on you."

🍬 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Are you flirting with me?" — "You finally noticed?"

🍿 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Just stay. We can figure everything else out later. Right now, just stay."

🍦✩｡⋆⸜ "If there's really nothing going on between the two of you, you don't mind if I ask ___ out on a date, do you?"

🍕✩｡⋆⸜ "I cannot stand you, and yet, I also cannot stand to be away from you."

🍗 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

🥪 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Do I need to remind you that we're not actually married?"

🍩 ✩｡⋆⸜ "If you don't love me, prove it then. Prove to me you've never felt something towards me. Look at me."

🌭 ✩｡⋆⸜ "You kissed me last night." — "And you didn't stop me."

🍔 ✩｡⋆⸜ "What if I told you I've been in love with you since we were kids?"

🥗 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Is this what you wanted, huh? Making me fall in love with you just—just to fucking leave? Do you really expect me to be okay with that?"

🌯 ✩｡⋆⸜ "I love you." — "You shouldn't."

🧁✩｡⋆⸜ "If you leave now, you lose everything. You lose me."

🧃✩｡⋆⸜ "I think we need to talk."

🍧 ✩｡⋆⸜ “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

🍰 ✩｡⋆⸜ “Kiss me.”

🍨 ✩｡⋆⸜ “It's storming, why are you here?"

Let's check out the songs on these soundtracks. Do you like any of them?

˙✧˖°🎥 ༘ ⋆｡🎞️˚ Feel free to use the lyrics below, the entire feel of the song, or any other lyrics in the song! The playlist is below in case you want to go through and listen to the songs while you write ♡

Black and White "Now, we're sittin' here in your livin' room. Tellin' stories while we share a drink or two, and there's a vision I've been holdin' in my mind. We're 65 and you ask when did I first know? I always knew." — Niall Horan

Cinema "Do you think I'm cool too? Or am I too into you? Tell me what you want and you got it, love. I want all of you, gimme all you got." — Harry Styles

Death Wish Love "And I'll ask the stars at night, how I can slow the time. God, I'm so terrified that I'm gonna lose you. And I'll die if I do." — Benson Boone

Exile "I think I've seen this film before, and I didn't like the ending. You're not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now? You were my town. Now I'm in exile, seein' you out." — Taylor Swift

Happier Than Ever "And I don't talk shit about you on the internet. Never told anyone anything bad. 'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything, and all that you did was make me fucking sad. So don't waste the time I don't have, and don't try to make me feel bad." — Billie Eilish

Hold My Hand "Pull me close, wrap me in your aching arms. I see that you're hurtin', why'd you take so long to tell me you need me? I see that you're bleeding, you don't need to show me again. But if you decide to, I'll ride in this life with you. I won't let go 'til the end." — Lady Gaga

I Like Me Better "I like me better when I'm with you. I don't know what it is, but I got that feeling. Wakin' up in this bed next to you. Swear the room, yeah, got no ceiling. If we lay, let the day just pass us by. I might get to too much talking. I might have to tell you somethin'" — Lauv

Iris "And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be, and I don't wanna go home right now." — The Goo Goo Dolls

John Hughes Movie "Maybe if I'd reined it in, you wouldn't wanna kiss somebody else. And you don't owe me anything, so I'm just gonna walk home by myself. And it's not like I've been crying, no. There's just smoke in my eyes." — Maisie Peters

Love Again "Show me that heaven's right here, baby. Touch me so I know I'm not crazy. Never have I ever met somebody like you. Used to be afraid of love and what it might do, but goddamn, you got me in love again." — Dua Lipa

Love The Hell Out Of You "I'm gonna love the hell out of you. Take all the pain that you're going through. I'll bring you heaven if that's what you need. 'Cause you've always loved the hell out of me." — Lewis Capaldi

McKay & Cassie "Console me, don't let me go, baby. Ain't nobody gonna hurt you, so feed me with those pretty lies. 'Cause there ain't no escaping those ocean eyes. Oh, baby, I'll kill anybody that hurt you." — Labrinth

Movies "In my head, we're dancing in the dark. In my head, we kiss under the stars, but we know that's not what we're doing. 'Cause, baby, this ain't like the movies... I want a love like the movies." — Conan Gray

My Tears Ricochet "I didn't have it in myself to go with grace. And you're the hero flying around, saving face. And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? Cursing my name, wishing I stayed. Look at how my tears ricochet." — Taylor Swift

Slow Motion "Dreaming 'bout you sinkin' into my bed. Dizzy, I see stars all around my head. Liftin' me up to the moon and back again. You're my lucky penny, yeah, you just make sense. I like to keep my cool, but you're divine. Mother Nature must've taken her time. Come on, take me away, I'll let you drive." — Alessia Cara

So Hot You're Hurting My Feelings "And I'm out at a party, they're playin' our song. I cry on the dance floor, it's so embarrassing. Don't send me photos, you're makin' it worse. 'Cause you're so hot, it's hurtin' my feelings. I get a little lonely. Get a little more close to me. You're the only one who knows me, babe." — Caroline Polachek

The Way I Loved You "I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain. It's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name. I'm so in love that I acted insane and that's the way I loved you. Breaking down and coming undone, it's a roller coaster kind of rush. And I never knew I could feel that much and that's the way I loved you." — Taylor Swift

Unsaid Emily "If I could take us back, if I could just do that. And write in every empty space the words "I love you" in replace. Then maybe time would not erase me. If you could only know, I never let you go. And the words I most regret are the ones I never meant to leave unsaid..." — Julie and the Phantoms

You Could Start A Cult "Lately, what I know of reality. I let go of it happily when I look in your eyes. Mm, swear it's true. No mountain that I wouldn't move or sea I wouldn't part in two. To wake up by your side is all I wanna do." — Niall Horan & Lizzy McAlpine

1 Step Forward, 3 Steps Back "It's one step forward and three steps back. I'm the love of your life until I make you mad. It's always one step forward and three steps back. Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand." — Olivia Rodrigo

playlist for the songs above can be found here: 🎞️✮⋆˙

to my lovely mutuals, please don’t feel pressured to participate or share, just thought I’d share this with you all ♡  

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I am new to the Top Gun Maverick & Twisters fanfic communities, (I've only just recently started writing for some characters), so I will be tagging some writers whose work I have in my to be read 🥺♡♡ To those who I've tagged, please feel free to ignore and don't feel pressured at all to share!! I just thought I'd reach out to a few writers in those communities, since I mainly have only marvel mutuals/followers ♡♡

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Favorite thing at the moment? Imagining my favorite fictional character/celebrity teaching me something im not good at

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Characters/Ships I write for

If you have a request for a character/ship that isn't here but is a part of the fandoms listed here, send me an ask, and I'll see if I can write it! Masterlist . Rules Requests are Closed

I am not writing the Riordanverse for a while for personal reasons.

(I do not support jkr, trans women are women)

Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid, Will LaMontagne Jr, Luke Alvez

Divergent: Peter Hayes, Tobias Eaton

Resident Evil: Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Carlos Oliveira

Inheritance Games: Jameson Hawthrone, Grayson Hawthorne, Nash Hawthrone

Harry Potter: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Newt Scamander, Cedric Diggory

Marvel: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Jack Thompson, Daniel Sousa

Maze Runner: Thomas, Newt, Minho, Aris

Hunger Games: Coriolanus Snow, Finnick Odair, Peeta Mellark

Riordanverse: Luke Castellan, Leo Valdez, Jason Grace, Percy Jackson

The Umbrella Academy: Ben Hargreeves, Five Hargreeves, Viktor Hargreeves

Others: Cardan Greenbriar(Folk of the Air), Jace Wayland(Shadowhunters), The Darkling(Shadow and Bone), Kaz Brekker(Six of Crows), Ravi Singh(AGGGTM), Peter Sutherland(The Night Agent), Donald Ressler(The Blacklist), Master Chief(Halo), Robert Chase(House MD)

I write ships too! These include Jily(james potter x lily evans), Hinny(harry potter x ginny weasley), Larkland(peter sutherland x rose larkin), Steggy(steve rogers x peggy carter), Wolfstar(sirius black x remus lupin), Percabeth(percy jackson x annabeth chase), Ronmione(ron weasley x hermione granger), Willifer(will lamontauge jr x jj), Malina(malyen oretsev x alina starkov), Remadora(remus lupin x andromeda tonks), Cleon(claire redfield x leon kennedy), Valveria(Jill Valentine x Carlos Oliveira), Thearoy(thea queen x roy harper), Newtmas(newt x thomas), SunWings(apollo x icarus), Eurymene(eurylochus x ctimene), OdyPen(odysseus x penelope)

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Returning from the trenches to ask again for a favour but can we get a steamy night encounter at camp with Barnes? 👀 Please and thanks 🙏 Take your time and I appreciate what you do for this small fandom

Not Someone You'd Want Running into in the Dark.

Robert Barnes x Reader.

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wonderful gifset by @woman-with-no-name

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inspired by @atmostories

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-"You're out here tweakin', you come to me!"-

What you remember most vividly is him pointing his thumb at his own chest with all the conviction and emphasis in the world and you shaking your head, looking away and trying to distance yourself from his face protruding towards you like a hawk throwing its beak out, looming, causing you to feel more flustered than you've ever recalled being in your whole goddamn life. Your recollection comes in heated waves, even as his head was in between your thighs, days later, eating you out.

-"I prefer not to, sir. Respectfully."-

You tried to bail out then as gently and as diplomatically as humanly possible but the very fact you were here and now was a testament to you falling into temptation; at 0000 hours. The dead of night. Cockstruck, as he so aptly called you. You were stressed in the past few weeks, disoriented due to it, unable to preform your duties the way Barnes thought you were supposed to preform them --- certainly not sloppily. With efficacy. Of course, he just as well thought something's to be done about that.

You reminisced about his words even as his tongue was actively lashing your clit.

Your spine bends.

-"Yeah, right, you just prefer respectfully screwin' with the way of things instead, ain' that right?"-

A taunt. He was taunting you.

He practically spat out the word 'respectfully' not unlike a slur.

-"Cogging up the machine."-

He added and something about that line stuck with you even now.

Your fingers coiling into his shoulders.

What you learned about Sergeant Barnes is that he had this fervent belief in the order of things and maintaining said order by any means necessary. Fragging someone. Threatening them. Killing. Tonguefucking them, sure, why not. Tonguefucking you specifically, that is. If it worked, it worked. And the reason it worked, he might claim, is because it beat stupid ideas straight out of your head and placed you back on the right path being functional again. Not going around breaking down and breaking down everything along with you.

This was a disciplinary measure.

-"I'm responsible for the engine! Shit running tight 'n smooth 'round here! Now, you fuck with that ---"-

You remember him being in your face, cornered somewhere dark.

Trailing off. Not finishing his own sentence.

Like he wanted to say something truly and genuinely terrible.

And in a rare bit of mercy directed at you, last minute, he decided not to.

-"You don't fuck with that."-

Barnes merely repeated firmly, reiterating his own point.

-"Or you gonna end up gettin' fucked six ways from Sunday until you're focused and keen if you don't get your head outta the clouds and it's gon' be me who does it."-

His voice and the threat behind it is blurry in your head, the reality of now pulling you back by a thousand hooks as he was making due of that promise right now, in the flesh. You beg. You plead. Your tone cracking, hoarse. Overstimulated in your parted, gasping mouth. You're all sweat in the humid night air; the exertion of your body manifesting in the form of moisture soaking your fatigues --- you were long past orgasming. You were merely coming undone in depleted, wet, frustrating heaves, downright feeling the texture of his scarring, the many dents, bruises and scratches traced and brushed against the inside of your thighs. He devours wordlessly, without making a sound, nonetheless working you so profoundly, so ceaselessly, you could feel your hips practically vibrate and shake. Your eyesight's dotted with black needles, turning you momentarily blind atop of the collection of burlap soil bags you were sprawled out on, your neck thrown back --- somehow, the long reach of his arms around you enough for his fingers to be coiled around your jaw. Your mouth. -"I want you inside of me. Please, sir. I need it. Please."- You implore, finding his tongue wasn't enough. You wanted this, needed this, in fact, to go all the way. He stops working you for but a second and him separating himself from your cunt is pure torture. Your torso practically bucks into nothing, instinctively looking for him. His face is mere inches above yours, the lower half of it slick and shiny with your cum. You could smell yourself on him, warm and salty. -"Ion fuck before marriage."- He cocks his head and you can't tell if he was being serious of taunting yet again. You have to be a little amused at least. -"What's this called then?"- You manage, moaning, still catching your breath under him, your sore clit pulsating with what you could only call a tense, drumming heartbeat. You were so glutted and gorged, you were certain he could merely touch you with the tip of his index finger and you'd cum undone yet again just from the contact alone. -"Greasin' the wheel."- He answers without hesitation, not at all cockily, more like with all the seriousness in existence. His eyes display that. Barnes doesn't blink as he says it.

-"If I were fuckin' you, you wouldn't be good no for service and it's lucky for you I ain' made an honest woman out of'ye yet for you to be fearin' that."-

He utters those words so matter-of-factly, with a profuse drawl and with only the slightest hint of teasing wrapped in a very steadfastly sincere outfit that you momentarily snort at, positively entertained, leaving you actually grinning and lightheaded for the first time after what you figured were weeks. What? Too conservatively conventional to put his cock inside of you, not too conservatively conventional to fuck you every other way under the sun, but somehow still too fixated on your fitness of performing day-to-day duties not to have you walking exhausted, bowlegged and limping around the base, slowing yourself down and slowing everyone around you down too by proxy? What an amusing patchwork of infinite contradictions he tended to be.

-"Better."-

You exhale, the blissed out nature of your state finally hitting you.

Your lounging arms thrown up above your head.

He's stood up, leaning on his right arm to do so, giving the fact your fatigue trousers were on the ground beside your feet with some molecule of scrutiny, like he didn't want the uniform he ripped off and threw there himself, disrespected.

-"It's better. I'm better."-

You clarify, smiling a little.

Smiling even more once he scooted down to neatly fold your trousers, throwing them atop of your chest, his finger and his whole tank top clad, exposed arm pointing at you, like he was giving you a signal to make yourself decent instead of your ass being out on the breeze and knowing Barnes, that's exactly what he was doing too. He didn't even bother wiping his mouth. You were still slick and shiny on his lips as he spoke with a scowl. The boys, you figured, might suppose he had a midnight drink, but even if they knew they truth you understood they wouldn't dare comment anyway. Barnes, generally, it was understood, wasn't someone anyone wanted to run into at base after hours if they could help it. Or even during daytime unless it was neccessary.

-"Y'better be next to me ready and focused at 0600 sharp or ye'll be runnin' into me in the dark again."-

Before turning around and walking into the moonless pitch blackness, he warns, no doubt finding that now that he's greased the wheel, the machine could optimally resume running as it should've. Truth was, though --- you wouldn't have minded running into him in the dark again soon.

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OKAY OKAY OKAY-

WATCHING LOVE IS BLIND RN AND WHAT IF I WRITE A MCU ALTERNATE UNIVERSE WHY CHOOSE FIC SERIES WHERE READER IS IN A DATING SHOW FOR SUPERHEROES/MUTANTS???

Like names/abilities/affiliations would not be revealed until the end (when you make your choice)!

Who would we like to participate as contestants???

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It's here! My Ko-fi!

Credit to the wonderful @tacticalhimbo for creating this for me. He has done a lot of wonderful writing and creative work for me, so check him out! Please note or reblog to help out, if you're willing! I could really have help spreading the word so I can have some commissions and be able to pay my bills! Characters from all fandoms listed are welcome, but specialties are: Abigail Roberts Marston, John Marston, Bucky Barnes, Yelena Belova, Natasha Romanoff, Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, Dragon Age's Fenris, Cullen Rutherford, Merill, Isabela, Harvey Dent, Poison Ivy, Daniel Molloy, Armand and SO many more.

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Don't Touch Her - James Wilson x peds!reader

description: y/n will challenge whatever threat there is to her children, at any consequence to herself. James will always be there to pick up the pieces.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: sexual assault, child sexual assault, mentions of rape, yelling, angst

authors note: I've realised I'm great at writing angst!

Masterlist

REQUESTS OPEN - request here

House’s pov

I stared at the test in front of me.

Everybody lies.

I held the DNA test in my hand, and I could feel it burn through my skin as I limped my way down to the office of my ‘sister-in-law’.

Knock knock.

“Is that Mrs Wilson in there? I can hear you caring.” I shouted through the wood in hopes of gaining access. The door was flung open. I was met by sunshine itself.

“Mrs Wilson? I thought that was you?” She jabbed. “What can I do for you, House?”

Her face was the picture of innocence, and the smile never left her face despite the witty comment. I worried about her reaction. Usually, I relished in the extent of human outbursts, wondering how far I could push them so long as the consequences never fell on me. But this didn’t feel right. This wasn’t going to be fun. I only prayed I could get to Wilson fast enough before these consequences ricocheted back on to her.

She widened her eyes in a silent question of why I was here. Her eyes flitted down to the piece of paper in my hand.

“Well come on, what medical supervillain are you going to brag about curing to me now?”

“Actually, this isn’t my patient. It’s yours.”

She scoffed at my ambiguity and proceeded to take the paper from my hands.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She giggled at the joke she assumed I was trying to make. But my face revealed the truth. When she received no further taunt or clever wordplay her smile dropped. Without much further thought she practically tore the paper trying to unfold it. Her eyes danced across the words on the page and each word took a little bit more life from her face each time.

In a flash she had exited her doorframe and had unceremoniously crashed into my shoulder. I couldn’t even bring myself to mock her for ‘injuring a cripple’ because as I watched her frame run further down the hospital hallway I had more important things on my mind. Primarily, protecting her from herself. And there was only one person I needed for that.

I limped down a few more doors and finally barged into the one office I needed. Wilson turned away from the new photo he was hanging on his wall. It was him and y/n at the beach.

“Please, come in. Have a seat. Thank you for knocking.” He mocked but I remained unmoved. “You’re not taunting back?” His brows furrowed at the abnormality. “Why are you here?”

I looked to my feet, suddenly afraid of my friend’s reaction.

“Your girlfriend is about to do something incredibly brave and incredibly stupid.”

Wilson carefully removed the nail and placed the picture neatly back on his desk. His eyes never met mine until he said.

“Where is she?”

Your pov

Flames burned my soul, and my heart was filled with anguish. I flew down the hallway. People jumped out of the way when they saw my sunny disposition replaced by hard stone. Normally, I didn’t like feeling like an imposition in the hospital. I would run towards a patients room when they’re seizing whilst simultaneously apologising to anyone who moved out of the way for me. Yet here I was, a torpedo through a sea of colleagues.

I made it. Room 309. The doors creaked at the weight of my push. A mother and father sit at their daughters bedside. 10 years old, in for a heart attack. The two parents turned towards me as their daughter remained peaceful and sedated. I was thankful, as the words that were about to spew out of my mouth were not for young ears. I held up the paper and presented it in front of them like a detective who just cracked the case.

“Three days ago, your daughter was brought in for a heart attack. Because of her extremely young age I decided to keep her in for observation so I could come up with a diagnosis for a myocardial infarction in a 10-year-old girl. I was coming up blank and eventually I was going to have to release her back into your care, but I was terrified. Terrified that if I let you go, I’d be dooming your daughter to a disease I missed. That was until today when I found out that your daughters heart attack was brought on by a short but severe onslaught of emotional distress.” At this point the two parents had closed in on me, eager to hear my findings. At this the mother became confused and sought answers amongst her tears. The father remained quiet.

“Emotional distress-I don’t—I don’t understand? Nothing happened before. We would---I would’ve known?”

I opened my mouth to speak but it just wouldn’t come out as my eyes fell on the little girls sleeping form. My eyes drew in and I decided to merely hand the mother the results which I had been given moments ago. She took them from me with shaky hands. I turned to face the man to the side of me.

“The police are on their way.” A loud shriek exploded from Mrs Hart as the words on the page resonated in her already fragile mind. I stared him down. “I don’t suggest running.”

I made my way to exit the room, preparing to actually call the police but also because, as selfish as it was, I couldn’t be subjected to that level of despair any longer. The screams of a mother learning about her child’s pain were enough. However, I was harshly ripped away from the door.

“What the fuck do you mean by that.” Mr Hart had my arm in an iron grip.

“I think you know. And now, so does your wife.” I tried to pry myself free, but he was too strong, and I was thrown up against the wall.

“What are you insinuating!”

“She had vaginal tearing, and her 10-year-old uterus was filled with semen. Semen that was just confirmed as having your DNA from a test which your wife is now holding the results of. Along with a comprehensive list of the injuries you subjected your daughter’s body to.”

I gained new strength and shoved the significantly taller male away from my body.

“My professional opinion is that when you crept into your daughters room that night and started subjecting her to your own examinations, the extreme emotional distress caused her body to shut down and brought on a heart attack. At least we now have the cure, no more playtime with daddy.”

“YOU BITCH!”

He lunged for my throat but not before I fled the room. I should have ran; found James or House or anyone. That would have been the smart thing to do. But I just couldn’t. This man disgusted me, and he needed to feel it. I needed to say it. The police would deal with him later, but I needed to get a few shots in first. I turned back to face him.

“That little girl in there, she depends on you because she has no one else. She trusts you to take care of her and you treat her like that. Every day I take in children, and I work to save them and I work to protect them. Every day I do my job as best as I can only for there to be people like you who take the innocence of a child and control it for their own perverted needs.”

Now he was fuming, and he stalked towards me. A lion to its prey. My resolve began to crumble, my bravery slowly lacking. He towered over my body, and I suddenly felt the fear that his little girl felt every night when daddy came in to her room. His face was confident, but his body held an anger.

“You’re lying.” His face was now inches away from mine. His hot breath washed over my face, and I began to shrink into my body.

“I have the proof. I have medical proof.” I whispered, my eyes struggling to hold his firm gaze

“Papers can go missing. It happens.” As he spoke his tainted fingers found a new resting point in my hair as they slowly began to stroke through my locks. I shuddered at the action that I ordinarily found so much comfort in. I remembered the nights where I would lie on James’ chest as he ran his fingers through my hair. The memory couldn’t save me from the situation I currently found myself in. As I went to speak I could feel the words crawling back in my throat. ‘Don’t antagonise. Play along. Wait for someone. He’s stronger. He’s bigger.’ But these inner thoughts were overshadowed and my mind replayed the first moment that little girl walked into my care.

“Enjoy your last moments of freedom.”

“I’m not going to prison.” He smirked at this, concocting a plan of escape. I had to say it.

“Really? I hear it’s so much fun for kiddy touchers.” In my peripheral I saw his hands fly up to grip my neck. I gasped. But before I could even feel his icy touch around my throat, he was ripped away from me and his back hit the floor in a matter of seconds.

“Don’t ever touch her.” James stood over his body. Just looking at him I felt my racing heart slow. He wasn’t wearing his lab coat, only his shirt and tie with his sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He panted from the long run from his office. Once he composed himself his professional nature returned.

“Officers, please escort Mr Hart off the premises. I believe Dr Y/l/n and Dr House have the medical proof of the sexual assault of a minor along with the DNA evidence to prove Mr Harts involvement.” The two police officers, who had obviously been called, but not by me, held Mr Hart by his arms as they hoisted him up off the floor. They secured the handcuffs around his wrist whilst reading him his Miranda Rights. “Whilst you’re there you can also add the physical assault of Dr y/l/n to his list of accusations.”

As he spoke, James approached me. At this point, I realised I hadn’t moved since the confrontation. James noticed my thousand-yard stare and approached me like how one would handle a skittish horse. He carefully rolled up the sleeves of my lab coat and he saw the beginnings of a bruise where his hands had gripped me.

I uttered a less than believable, “I’m fine.” Despite the lump in my throat.

His arms eventually wrapped around me, and I sunk into his embrace. He placed a gentle kiss onto my hair. I allowed myself to sink into him more. My head rested on his heart and the gentle thud offered me a consistent beat to focus on.

“How did you know?” My once strong voice came out as a whimper. He only needed to utter the word.

“House.” I felt a warmth spread through my heart at that. He knew. Somehow, he’d known. And James had known. And he knew how to take care of me.

“I don’t need you to defend me.” I spoke, uncertainly, into his chest.

“I know.” James softly said as he stroked my hair and brushed his thumb against the exposed skin of my waist.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He punctuated his sentence with the lightest kiss to my lips. As he retreated, I leaned in to seek him out again and he answered with another, deeper kiss.

We stayed there for a while. Neither of us speaking but our breaths saying everything for us. In that moment, despite what my words said, I had needed him and now, more than ever, I needed him to save me from myself. From the spiralling thoughts that flooded my head ready to push me down further and further. Eventually we separated but our intertwined hands meant I could still make sure he was there, and he wasn’t going to leave. He led me down the corridor, in the direction of his office rather than mine.

“What did you tell the police, when you called them? I was so blinded; I couldn’t even think about following procedure.”

“I didn’t call them. House did. Seconds after he got the results.”

We made it to his office where I remained for the rest of the day. James explained what happened to Cuddy and she allowed me the rest of the day off. James offered to drive me home but, honestly, there was nowhere I wanted to be, nowhere I felt safer than in his arms. So, he sighed and pushed out his chair in a silent allowance. I curled up on his lap as he sat and filled out forms. His left hand wrote as his right gently ran up and down my thighs. We didn’t need to speak; we were just there.

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