#she got me a needle felting kit

[ghost-toast]

Overspent on secret santa and was feeling stressed abt it but it's okay bc my giftee was my gifter and she also overspent on me so everything worked out ☺️☺️☺️

[lymmsweb]

Until I found you

🕷pairing : miguel o’hara x spider!reader

🕷word count: 1095

🕷warnings: non sexual intimacy, description of wounds, nudity, minor ATSV spoilers

🕷summary: Lyla alerts Miguel that you’re injured, Miguel takes it upon himself to help you

🕸 After he set up the Spider association you were one of the first that joined, he didn’t feel much for you at first but after going on countless missions together he trusted you more than anyone.

🕸He gave up on finding love after his daughter died, he felt as if he didn’t deserve a good relationship after all the damage he caused. You were one of the few people that helped him through his guilt and sadness after the event, often cracking jokes with Peter B. to get Miguel to crack even the littlest of smiles.

🕸 He never truly got over his daughters death but he slowly started to act softer and more affectionate with you. He would hang around the lobby more, he didn’t really know why but he always felt like he was looking for someone every time he went out. All most each time he came out of his ‘office’ you would always find a way to lock eyes with him or even strike up a conversation and each time he’d always let his rough exterior fall and shoot you a small smile.

🕸 Normally in his free time you’d always be with him eating Empanadas or Arepas in the kitchen, working in silence next to each other, checking up on you daily and slightly leaning into your touch whenever you’d accidentally bump into him. Miguel even gave you special authorisation with Lyla that no one but him had.

🕸 It was when Lyla alerted him that you were severely hurt after a mission gone horribly wrong he quickly dropped everything and rushed over and into your dimension. You were bloody and bruised, sitting on your living room floor panting and exhausted. Miguel’s heart dropped for a second,at the thought of loosing you he’s reminded of how his daughter hung onto him before she disappeared.

“Mierda! What happened?” he panicked as he bolted over to the medical kit you kept under your bed. He knew where everything was in your house, he crashed many times to your place durning restless, nightmare filled nights. He fumbled a bit as he grabbed it, hurriedly making it back to you making sure he didn’t knock anything over. Without hesitance he started to rip your suit off to get more access around the wounds.

“Buy me a drink first.” you chuckled weakly as you watched him furrow his brows as he started to disinfect the gash in your thigh.

“You only need one drink to sleep with me?” he joked as he to reach over to grab the needle and stitches, rubbing your leg gently with his other hand. He knew he had to ask what had happened but he decided against it just in case you would start stressing out more, although this didn’t stop him seething with rage every time he saw your bruised and cut face.

“Cielo this going to hurt.” he apologetically looked at you before he started to close the wound, with every painful noise you let out his heart broke just a little more, reminding him yet again how in his daughters final moments she was also making those noises. It didn’t take him long before he was finished, putting away all the medical equipment he made Lyla scan you for any internal damage. It turned out you had a concussion but apart from that you were somewhat ‘okay’.

“You should probably wash yourself.” Lyla chimed in, looking closely at your body before turning around to wink at Miguel. He scoffed in annoyance and swatted her away. She always enjoyed pushing her limits with him.

“Come let’s get you cleaned up.” blush crept up on your cheeks as he bent down and picked you up bridle style, trying his hardest to not touch any bruises as he gripped onto you harshly. He swiftly moved around furniture and rooms until he made it to the bathroom, setting you down on the toilet seat before turning to get the bath ready. He stared at the water slowly filling up the tub lost in though, what if he got there sooner, what if you died, what if…? He didn’t know what he’d do if you were no longer by his side, if he didn’t get to hear you again, to feel you again-

“Romeo, you okay?” your teasing words snapped him out of his trance, his head snapped towards you, just blankly meeting your eyes.

“I should be asking you that.” he hummed as he looked you up and down, taking in the way your torn suit stuck to the curves of your body. The way your lips were slightly parted showing your front teeth, the way you looked at him intensely back. He felt like he was under your microscope as you were studying ass his features too.

“Miguel..” you placed your hand on his knee, softly rubbing it. Once he heard you softly whispering his name, touching him so gently he realised just how much he was deeply in love with you, he would’t be able to having you not there in his life.

“Don’t scare me like that again, okay?” Miguel replied as he grabbed your hand intertwining his fingers in yours as he stood up, bringing you up with him. “Also the bath is ready, do you need a drink firs-“

“Shut up.” a light smack to his chest interrupted him, earning a small laugh both of you. Miguel silently asked for permission, waiting for you to allow him to help. You offered him a nod and smile, relaxing your body as he started to strip away the layers from your body, each little touch was like electricity against your skin. It took a while before you were down to nothing. He stayed silent, not letting his eyes wander around your naked form keeping strong eye contact.

He grabbed your hand and helped you into the tub, worried you’d end up slipping and hurting yourself even more, sitting down in the water felt like a blessing against your skin, finally getting all the seat and blood off of your skin was rejuvenating. Miguel felt his heart flutter as he realised how domestic the scene in front of him was, finding comfort in the love and trust you gave him. He walked around searching for your floral scented shampoo and your citric body wash, humming a song quietly to himself. Once he retrieved everything you needed, he passed you the bottles and sat down next to you playing with your hair, watching you intently as you cleaned your blood off of you.

a/n: Cielo - Sky (affectionate nickname) Mierda - Shit . I’ll def be writing more Miguel so whatever nickname he says in spanish is normally what my parents call eachother! The title is taken from this song. Also i just redid my page, hope y’all like it!!!

[fourstarsoutofnine]

To get away

Chapter 4: stay with me, now.

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 3.5

Warnings:fear, anger, infighting…delirium?; mentions of blood, needles, description of inserting stitches, said stitches being ripped out

“Oh Hylia—Din, Nayru, Farore—please, please don’t take her—“ the vet gripped your body tight, tears blurring his vision as everyone ran up, stepping around the bodies of the monsters that surrounded the two of you. He was so sure he failed again. Memories of koholint flooded back to him.

“Vet—sweet Hylia…” the captain’s shout turned to a mere mumble as he ran over, seeing you in the vet’s arms. And almost as disturbing, the vet sobbing over you.

The rest of the team made it to your location, the traveler, the old man, and the captain stood around you and the vet.

“Here, son, let me take her, we need to get her somewhere safe so the traveler can—“ the old man started, but jolted back when the vet whipped his head up, a crazy look in his eyes.

“No! Don’t touch her—she’s hurt!!”

“Vet we need to take her, I can heal her—“ the traveler knelt down and got closer.

“Stay back!!! You don’t—I can’t let her out of my sight again she’s gonna get hurt worse!!!”

The old man took a deep breath and looked at the captain and traveler. The sailor turned his face into the champion’s chest and hugged him tight, tears welling in his eyes. The champion hugged him back tightly, trying to close his ears off to the scene.

“Traveler. Give us a hand.” He said, and the vet looked extremely panicked. His head whipped around to each of them as they closed in on the two of you.

“What—no—what’re you doing—get back!!” He shouted.

“I’m sorry.” The traveler said and put a hand on his head, a pink, sparkly, dusty magic flowed from his hands and the vet’s eyes got heavy before he fell asleep. The traveler caught him and the captain picked you up.

“We’re losing time, we need to get her back to the inn.” The captain said, keeping pressure on your wound.

“Right. Hurry, everyone!” The old man said, picking the vet up. “Back to the inn!”

The chain booked it back, running faster than they felt they ever had before. The captain laid you down in a bed and the traveler got to work healing you. The vet was laid down by your side, nearest the wall. You wouldn’t be out of his sight when he woke…

Now, we play the waiting game.

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The traveler had worked over you for hours, healing magic flowing from his fingertips, but he could only exert so much energy for so long. He’d exhausted himself just as your wound was stitching itself closed.

“I—“ he stuttered out breathlessly. “I can’t—“ he braced himself against the side of the bed. The smith pulled a chair up for him.

“It’s okay. You did what you could. I can get the rest.” He pulled a little sewing kit out of his bag and grabbed some fishing wire from the rancher’s bag. He went to heat the needle up to sterilize it. He crawled up onto the bed, keeping the needle steady in his hands as he did, and sat between your legs to stitch up the wound on your side.

He leaned over you and carefully pushed the needle through, trying to steel his nerves. He’d sewn things up before, but never a person. Safe to say he was terrified. Vio and Green tried to concentrate, blinking away the tears Red had welled in his eyes, and Blue had don’t mess up don’t mess up repeating in his head. He got a few stitches in before a loud gasp was heard.

You sprang back to life and sat up, eyes wide.

“Y/n—its—it’s okay lay back down—“ he stuttered, but you didn’t listen. You were in a state of shock. Pure, pain filled panic. You pushed him off of you with your foot, managing to rip out the stitches in the process. A scream bubbled up in your chest, tears streaming down your face as you grabbed your side tightly. The others in the room moved to subdue you so the smith could finish up, albeit crudely, stitching you together. But when they pulled your hands back, there was no wound there. Just a bloody spot where it used to be. The blood looked to be mainly from your hands, where you’d grabbed it in the first place.

“What—??” The captain muttered confusedly

“Please—get off of me—“ you struggled under the rancher’s grasp, eyes a bright green. Almost neon. He gasped and backed up.

“How did you do that? How did you heal?”

“I-I don’t know, I just—did?? I put my hands on it and when you guys took them off I was fine—“

“Your eyes are glowing green!” The sailor grinned, amazed.

“What..?” You got up to look in a mirror. You caught just the tail end of the glow before your eyes turned back to their original color. When you looked down at the triforce mark on your hand, it had been glowing as well.

“Must have something to do with this…” you showed it to them.

“Has to be.” The old man said. “Seems we have yet another mystery to solve.”

“Add it to the pile.” The smith sighed. The vet turned over in bed and opened his eyes before realizing what had happened. His eyes widened and he sat up.

“Y/n?? Where is she—“ his eyes settled on you and he breathed a relieved sigh. “You’re alright…”

“I am..” you smiled nervously. Last thing you’d heard from him was him wanting rid of you…

“…good.” He cleared his throat. “Don’t wander off again, that was stupid. You’re smarter than that.” He looked away from you.

“…thank you..?” You huffed a confused laugh. The air in the room got lighter as everyone laughed along—but they knew. They knew how he really felt. It was only a matter of time to see if he’d make it known to you.

[klausysworld]

hiii, hope you’re doing well :D

Would you be down to write a piece where Klaus is married to a human doctor or nurse and every time he comes back after a fight and is wounded, reader patches him up. And Klaus is like u know I heal. And she’s like shut up and sit. Klaus smirks and obeys as he secretly loves getting tended to by wifey.

Healing Hands

I worried for Klaus daily and nightly. Whether he was immortal or not, pain is pain.

Watching him stumble through the front door bloodied and bruised always made my heart drop. He was careless with himself, if they didn't have the white-oak stake then he didn't worry. He often reminded me that he wouldn't die even if they tore his heart out or burnt him alive.

To be honest that didn't help my fears at all.

I would always look after him after he was injured. Whether it was a couple scrapes here and there or if it was something much, much worse.

For instance, today was simply awful.

Klaus had been missing for nearly three full days when Elijah and Rebekah came in through the door, holding him up. I rushed down the stairs and helped him back up them. Once we got him onto his bed I got my bag out which was essentially a very big first aid kit with a couple extra items, like my surgical string and curved suture needles.

I looked up to find Klaus looked back at me with a small smile on his blood stained lips.

"I'm okay" he whispered raspily.

"No...you're not" I told him and he sighed softly as I opened his blood soaked shirt to expose the very slowly healing stab wounds that carved deep into his abdomen and chest.

"I just need some blood, I'll heal in seconds" he mumbled

"Then I'll put you on a blood drip" I remarked while gently running antiseptic wipes over his wounds, trying not to let his wincing bother me.

"Love-"

"Just be quiet Nik" I whispered "Just let me help"

"okay" he murmured softly, giving in rather quickly which was more and more common recently. I gave a small smile back to him before continuing to carefully stitch him up where he should need it.

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(switch to 3rd person)

He kept still, his eyes closing as he felt her healing hands caress him better.

Klaus would never admit how much he secretly enjoyed her tending to him. It always reminded him of how much she loved him. No matter what was wrong, she was right there with bandages and wipes to help sooth his hurt.

Usually it was accompanied by a warm bath afterwards, her bare body against his while she traced the places where wounds once were. She would proceed to kiss each spot and then, at last, his lips. Then he would thank her quietly to which she would simply dismiss and once more tell him to be quiet so she could 'treat' him in another way.

By the time they're out of the water, they're probably dirtier than when they got in but neither one of them could care once they were curled up together again.

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(Back to 1st)

I had my head on his chest, tilted back to gaze up at him. My fingertips danced patterns across his broad chest while his brushes against my scalp.

The room was dark, the curtains closed and door locked. A comfortable silence had been around us for a good while now, our love for one-another always lingered in the air and both our eyes seemed to grow tired as we looked deep into each other.

His rough yet quiet voice broke the quiet but I didn't mind.

"I'm sorry I was gone for so long" he whispered and I smiled softly.

"It wasn't you fault...I'm sorry I wasn't much use in finding you" I always felt a little helpless when it came to saving people. Being a human my skills weren't ever helpful. I tried of course but I would never be as strong or intelligent as those who have lived for centuries.

"I never want you to spend restless nights looking for me. You must know by now that I will always come back to you alive, and you will always be here waiting I hope." His hand stroked the skin of my face making my lashes flutter as I nodded

"I'll always be here, I'll always look after you" I promised. I feel his forehead press to mine, the soft curls of top his head which have grown a little long tickle my face gently.

"And I you sweetheart" he smiled and so did I

"I love you Niklaus" I whispered quietly, kissing his cheek gently

"I love you more, my little nurse"

(Sorry this is so short)

[evervigilantnightshade]

The Line - Part 4

Reader and John have always straddled the line between playful flirting and taking things further. However when they are forced into a safe house and a secret comes out will they be able to save what they were heading for or is all lost.

Reader x John Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Laswell, Original characters.

Warnings for series: Angst, violence towards reader, reader attacked by men, a pup gets hurt (but don't worry he's ok) Blood, fluff, flirting, a bit of light smut. Death and killing on missions, Father of reader's death mentioned.

Authors note: Price is mean in this one so apologies in advance. Also soft Konig is my favorite.

MASTERLIST

Y/N woke up the next morning, her head pounding. She barely slept because she kept wanting to go to Price’s room and just explain herself. She wanted to tell him everything. Including how she felt about him. But then she thought about what Simon said and he was right. They couldn’t be sure no one was listening to them. 

After showering and packing up her things Y/N headed downstairs and dropped her bag at the bottom of the stairs. She grabbed Simon’s pack and made her way to the kitchen, slightly limping. When she saw he was the only one up she was relieved. 

“You got any more painkillers in here?” She asked dropping his bag at his side.  

“Your leg hurtin ya?” He asked, rummaging in his bag. 

“Leg, head, heart.” She replied while she made herself a coffee. 

“Well this will help your head and your leg, and as much as I’d like to help your heart I can’t. Yet.”

“It’s ok.” Y/N said, swallowing the pills down. 

She stretched her leg out in front of her and hissed. 

“We should rebandage that, while no one else is around.” he said and grabbed his kit out of his bag. 

“Right here?” Y/N asked, glancing around. 

“No one else is up, it’s just you an me. What are ya worried about anyways? Someone seeing your arse.’”  

Y/N glared at him and stood up, undoing her pants. She had them about half way down when Soap walked into the kitchen. 

“Whoa. Sorra.” He said turning around instantly. 

“Oh for fuck sakes get in here you idiot.” Y/N said and then sat down on the chair in front of Simon. 

Soap walked by them and he glanced over as Simon took off the bandage around the wound. 

“Jesus lass, ye git tha’ last night?” 

“Yeah, that patrol. It’s nothing.” 

Simon was inspecting the wound. He frowned and then pressed the edge of it. 

“What the fuck Si.” Y/N said, gripping her leg above the wound. 

“It’s lookin a little red around the edges. I’m going to give you a shot of penicillin.” 

“Ye git a whole drugstore in there ol man?” Soap grinned

“Been caught out one too many times. Now I’m always prepared.” Simon grunted as he filled the syringe. 

He was just plunging the needle into Y/N’s thigh when Price and Gaz walked in. 

“What the hell happened.” Price asked

He was looking at her with concern and for a moment she thought he might actually still care about her. 

“Happened last night, just a scratch. She’ll be fine.” Simon answered 

Y/N was watching him closely and his face went from concern to anger. 

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised you didn’t tell me Sergeant.” 

Y/N felt her heart break. She looked at Simon who gave her leg a small squeeze of encouragement. She straightened her back and looked at Price.

“Apologies Captain, I won't let it happen again.”

“Damn right it won’t.” 

“Cap,” Soap started but Price turned and left the room. 

“Y/N, he’ll come around, just give ‘em time.” Gaz said and Soap gave her an encouraging smile.

“Just hurry up will you. We have a plane to catch.” 

The flight to Germany was quiet. Soaps contact had gotten them a private jet which shocked the team. Gaz kept taking selfies of himself drinking champagne and talking about how one day he’d have a plane like this. Everyone could tell she wanted to be left alone so Y/N sat in the back staring out the window.

It was a short flight, and when they landed there was a blacked out SUV waiting for them. A woman got out and told Simon that Konig was waiting for them at the safe house and gave them the keys. The drive took about an hour and the air was tense. Eventually they arrived at a house in seemingly the middle of nowhere, forest surrounding them. 

Konig was waiting at the front door to greet the team. He was so big he took up the whole door frame and was wearing his signature black mask that covered his entire face except his eyes. As they exited the car Konig spread his arms out and motioned around them. 

“Zis is good, nein?” 

Y/N chuckled as her and Simon made their way over to him. 

“You never disappoint.” She said to him and he winked at her. 

“If only you knew liebling (darling).” 

When she reached him he pulled into a massive bone breaking hug, lifting her off her feet and then placing her back down. 

“Ven are you going to leave zis tiny man for me?” 

“Don’t push it Konig.” Simon grunted beside them. 

“Nein, nein I joke.” He said but then looked over at Y/N and shook his head and whispered. “I don’t joke.” 

“Konig as much as I adore you, I have a team that I’m not willing to leave, Ghost included.” 

“Ja but I can offer you freedom to kill vo you vant. Tempting nein?” 

Y/N laughed and shook her head. 

“Alright you maniac, let’s get you introduced to the team.” 

They walked over to where Soap, Gaz and Price were standing. Y/N motioned at Simon to make the introductions. They all shook his hand and though the team seemed a bit taken back by Konig they were all polite and respectful. When they were done with the introductions Konig clapped his hands together. 

“Ok time to drink.” He started heading for the house. 

Simon followed and Y/N stood back. Gaz walked up to her with concern on his face. 

“Do we really have to start drinking? It’s like two in the afternoon!” 

Y/N patted him on the back and smiled. 

“Just pace yourself.” He started to walk towards the house but Y/N grabbed his arm “Don’t drink any Jagger until after dinner.” He nodded and turned again but she grabbed his arm “Or Asbach. Or really anything you can’t pronounce.” 

“Y/N…” Gaz said, looking at her and shaking his head. 

“You’ll be fine.” She said her voice was a bit higher than usual.

“Oh god.” He mumbled as he made his way towards the house. 

Soap had been watching the interaction with amusement but then looked over at Y/N and Price realizing it was just the three of them left. He felt the tension and called out to Gaz to wait up. 

They stood there for a minute and then Y/N turned to speak to him but he just walked past her without saying a word. She rubbed her hands over her face and held back her tears, then took a deep breath to gather herself before making her way into the house. 

Several hours later and the team was well past drunk with the exception of Y/N. She had been nursing her one and only beer for hours and everyone else was too drunk to notice. So slowly picked at the label as she was lost in her thoughts, no longer listening to the conversations around her. 

Gaz and Ghost were signing Come on Eileen and butchering the lyrics while Konig and Soap were attempting to speak to each other but their respective accents were so thick they were going nowhere. 

And then there was Price, the one member of the team that always remains mostly sober was now way past tipsy. He had his arms crossed and was leaning back in his chair, eyes on Y/N. She felt it and looked up to see him glaring at her and that pushed her over the edge. 

“I’m going to bed” she mumbled and got up from the table despite the many protests for her to stay. 

She had made it down the hall to her room and was about to close the door when a hand reached over and pushed it open. Y/N, knowing who it was, just turned and walked over to her bag, allowing Price into her room.

“Listen John, you’re drunk and angry. This isn’t the time to do this.” 

“You don’t get to call me that anymore.” He said angrily and Y/N rubbed her temples 

“Fine Captain, Price, Sir.. whatever you want me to call you. It’s not a good time.” 

“I think it’s the perfect time. You said I’m angry, damn right I am. You lied to me, kept things for me and played games with me. Thank god it was only about sex or I would be even madder than I am now.”

“Just about sex?” Y/N asked her back still to Price. 

“Yeah, no feelings right? That’s how you do things? At least that’s what you told Gaz. I assume now it’s because of Ghost.” 

“You don’t know the situation John. I’m not what you think I am.” 

“I told you not to call me that. And you’re exactly what I think you are.”

“And what’s that? A whore? A homewrecker?” She was starting to get mad

“If the shoe fits.” He huffed, glaring at her with hate in his eyes. “Brings up a good question actually, does he know? I mean I know he doesn’t mind you flirting you do it all the time, even with the crazy German down there. But thinking back, the times you got real dirty it was just you and me. So does he know? Or is this like a deal you two have? I mean personally I think it’s fucked up but seeing you now for what you really are I can see you’re morals are non existent and you have absolutely no loyalty to anyone.” 

“Get out.” Y/N said a single tear running down her face. “Just get the fuck out.” 

John turned towards the door and then stopped. 

“I want you off the team. Now that I know the only reason you’re here is because Ghost pulled some strings to get you on the team I have no use for you. I should’ve known. I hand picked every member of this team but then Kate hands me a file that had next to no info and insisted you be on the team. So what was it? Did he refuse to join unless we brought you on? Doesn’t matter anyways. I don’t want you anymore and if I lose him in the process so be it. I only want soldiers that deserve to be here, that get in on merit and not their ability to ride a cock. As soon as Bako is dealt with you’re gone.” 

With that he walked out, slamming the door behind him. 

Y/N’s legs gave out from under her and she collapsed as a scream formed in her chest. She lost it. Letting herself completely meltdown. She sat like that for a few moments before big strong hands picked her up and she buried her face into Konig’s chest.

“I’ve got vu liebling. Let it vout.” He cooed as he cradled her in his arms. 

Her body shook as she sobbed for a long time. Konig said nothing, just holding her and rubbing his hand up and down her back. 

When her sobs subsided, he picked her up and moved her to the bed. She laid down and curled herself into the fetal position. 

“Do you vant me to leave?” Konig asked softly and she shook her head no. He climbed into the bed next to her and spooned her. 

“Do you vant to talk about it?” 

Y/N shook her head no again so they laid there for about an hour as tears streamed down her face silently. A million thoughts ran through her mind and John's words cut through her over and over. Eventually she turned over so she was face to face with him. 

“You serious about wanting me to join Kortac?” 

“You know I voud take you in ein heartbeat. Are you zure that you’d vant to join us though? It’s pretty different from vhat you’re doing now. Sometimes ve’re not zee good guys.” 

“I know.” Y/N acknowledged

“And vat about Ghost? You vould just leave him? You two have been together for years.” 

“Maybe it’s time we work apart.” 

“Listen, I heard vat your Captain zaid to you at zee end. That vasn’t fair. You're ein impressive soldier and if vu go on the market, Kortac von’t be zee only ones vanting you. Your reputation alone is formidable.” 

“Yeah well you’d be high on my list.” 

“Danke. Vu should know though, Keegan joined us not too long ago. Vould zat be an issue?” 

“Nah, we fought each other, he shot me, I shot him, we worked out our issues and we’re good now . Plus that was a long time ago.” 

Konig nodded and then yawned. 

“I can’t believe you’re still awake, you drank more than the rest of the team.” 

“Light Veights.” He said Y/N smiled. 

“Alright you go to bed, I have some things to think about.” 

“Vu sure vu don’t vant me to spend zee night?” He asked as he wrapped his arm around her waist. 

“Yeah that would be perfect! And then in the morning John will see you walk out of the room and he’ll call me a whore again.” Y/N said sarcastically. 

“I vould crush his tiny head. Almost did earlier, came to vu instead.” He said sleepily 

“Thank you.” She leaned over and kissed his forehead through his mask. “Now go, before you fall asleep.” 

“Ok but vu come to me if vu need ja?” 

“Ja” Y/N replied as he got up and left the room. 

 After he left the room Y/N reached for her phone. She put in the number, her finger then hovered over the call button. If she did this, it was real. She was admitting defeat. 

“You’re already defeated.” She thought to herself and hit the button. 

It didn’t ring for long before the call connected. 

[tipsynight0]

In the dark he finds her

Paring: Eyeless jack x female reader

Trigger warning - blood, stitches, hunting of people. Ngl mostly fluff honestly <3

Word count - 750

synopsis - (y/n) falls in the mud and needs stitches

Authors note: first time actually writing Jack, I love this man and I just wanted to give you guys some fluff so enjoy <33

The forest floor was treacherous, slick with mud as the autumn rain fell harder, drumming against the canopy of trees. Crisp, damp leaves littered the ground, masking the sharp rocks and roots beneath. Those leaves, innocent as they seemed, had nearly taken Y/N out a few times during their hunt. It was a game they often played—hunter and prey—but tonight, the game felt more intense, the stakes higher.

Y/N and Jack had tried to establish some rules before venturing out beyond the mansion's tree line, but the thrill always led them to push boundaries. Jack, though blind, was far from disadvantaged. His other senses compensated, his awareness sharp. His concern for Y/N's safety was the only thing that made him hesitant. The mansion was a place they had to guard from accidental intruders, and passing time like this made the nights a little less lonely.

The faint scent of vanilla and lavender perfume clung to the air, guiding Jack toward Y/N. She thought she was clever, hiding behind a tree trunk, her breath shallow as she tried to remain unseen. Jack’s lips curled under his mask. He didn’t want to catch her just yet. No, he wanted her to believe she’d outsmarted him.

His fingers adjusted the mask on his face, the blue plastic cold and damp from the rain. He moved silently, stalking, then pounced, grabbing what he thought was Y/N—only to find himself clutching her hoodie. His sharp, furrowed brow creased under the mask as he realized she’d slipped away. Smart. Very smart.

"Got you!" Y/N's triumphant voice pierced the quiet as she lunged from behind him, tackling Jack with a gleeful laugh. Her laughter echoed in the clearing, and Jack’s strong arms instinctively wrapped around her waist as she peppered kisses against the cold surface of his mask. Her joy was infectious.

“You’re getting better at this,” Jack rumbled, his voice deep and gravelly. Despite the game, there was pride in his tone. He reached up, wiping raindrops from her forehead with surprising tenderness.

“Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold,” Jack said, already planning to escort her back to safety. But Y/N had other plans, her mischievous grin widening.

“First one to the porch wins!” she declared, taking off at full speed through the mud. Jack’s lips twitched into what could almost be called a smile under his mask. He loved the chase, the adrenaline coursing through him as he pursued her.

Y/N’s breath quickened, her shoes struggling against the slippery terrain. She nearly made it when—crash—her feet gave way, and she fell hard. Sharp rocks scraped her arm, tearing through her skin as she winced in pain.

The metallic scent of blood hit Jack’s nose, and within seconds, he was beside her, concern lacing his voice. “Jesus Christ, Y/N. You need to be more careful.”

Jack’s hands were careful as they trailed up her arm, his fingers skimming the soaked sleeve until they found the gash. It was deep, deep enough to need stitches. His nostrils flared with the scent of her blood, but he pushed the hunger back. She was more important. With a quiet growl, he helped her to her feet and they made their way back to the mansion, rain still falling in heavy sheets around them.

Once inside, Jack guided her to his room, where the familiar scent of medical supplies mixed with the musky wood of the walls. His fingers quickly found his kit, the motions practiced, though he couldn’t see. Y/N sat on the bed, watching him silently as he prepared the needle and thread, cleaning them with alcohol.

“Next time, try not to make me worry so much,” he said, his voice softer now as he sat beside her, resting her forearm on his lap. His touch was surprisingly gentle, careful not to cause her any more pain as his fingers traced over the wound, feeling for where the skin had split.

His fingers guided the needle, stitching the wound with an almost eerie precision. Though he couldn’t see the wound, Jack felt every slight twitch of Y/N’s muscles as she tensed under his touch.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” Jack murmured, his gravelly voice low and comforting as he neared the last stitch. “Almost done.”

He tied the thread, securing the final knot. With a tenderness few would expect from him, Jack lowered his head, licking the now-sealed wound gently. His lips brushed against her arm in a lingering kiss, sealing the moment with something more intimate than words.

[atlasscrumpit]

could i request platonic yan miguel dealing with a darling who won’t refuses to eat? do you think he would force feed them or would he just paralyze them and fit darling with a feeding tube?

Yandere Miguel x Reader

"So, that's your bright idea?" Miguel asked, standing over you in the dim room.

"You're pathetic! I hate you and I'm not fucking eating unless you give me some freedom!" You screamed as his as he chuckled softly, his sharp teeth flashing.

"I thought you were smarter than that, sweetheart. But, go ahead. Starve yourself." He said before getting down on one knee in front of you.

"I'll let you starve yourself until one of three things happen, you beg me to feed you, I force food down your throat, or I paralyse you with my venom and force a tube into you. So, go ahead, darling. We'll see which one happens." He said reaching forward and running his finger over your cheek.

"Fuck you." You growled making him chuckle again.

He stood back up and shut the door, locking you in the room that was once filled with comfortable furniture and items but Miguel slowly took them away when you misbehaved.

So, now it was just an empty room with a single pillow.

You felt tears in your eyes before you curled up on the floor with your pillow and started to cry.

--

Miguel cake back in the morning and opened the door.

"Have you come to some sort of reasoning, darling? I've got a delicious breakfast waiting for you." He said as you looked up at him tiredly.

"No... I'm not eating unless you let me have some freedom." You growled as he knelt down and held your face in his hand.

"Come on now, love. You really don't want anything? Don't you want to be a good girl for me? Have some yummy breakfast." He whispered, gently playing with your hair.

"Fuck off." You growled before he gripped your chin roughly.

"You can't say I didn't try to be nice." He growled before leaving and slamming the door again.

--

Miguel returned 30 hours later to see you curled up and shaking on the floor.

"You gave me no other choice." He grumbled as you looked up at him weakly.

He knelt down and gently grabbed your hair, forcing your head to the side before he bit your neck, administering a small amount of venom, just enough to knock you out for a while.

He held you as you slowly fell asleep.

"There we go, darling. Such a silly girl aren't you? Making me do this, you're so stubborn." He muttered as he picked up your unconscious body.

He sighed and took your out of the room and into his room where there was a bed.

He covered you with a thin blanket before he brought out a med kit that was way in the back of his closet.

He took out a needle and administered it into your arm.

He sighed and brushed some hair from your face.

"You'll forgive me for this one day, darling."

--

You woke up hours later feeling groggy and tired.

"Mmm... Miguel?" You grumbled before Miguel rushed in.

"There she is... Oh, sweetheart. It's okay." He said as he sat on the side of your bed and stroked your face.

"What did you do?" You asked, feeling tears in your eyes.

"I fed you, darling. I told you you're options, you chose the hard route of me paralysing you and force feeding you." He said in a low voice as you groaned.

"And you're going to stay in this bed until you agree to start eating again... I'll give you some more freedom, but you need to work with me too." He said as you nodded a little.

"There's a good girl." He whispered with a smile while he stroked your face.

[rebelangelwings]

Hi! Could I request a Buddie x reader fic please? She has asthma and she has a bad panic attack which triggers an asthma attack. All the whump and fluffy comfort pretty please? Maybe they have to take her into the ER because even after a neb treatment she’s still pretty wheezy...

Thank you so much for the prompt! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: panic attack, asthma attack, needles, medical inaccuracies.

Y/n was having a shitty day. 

She couldn't find anything she needed that morning and arrived at work with messy hair and an uncoordinated outfit, for which she received some dirty looks. Her colleagues that she would be relying on were off sick, leaving everything on her shoulders. And then, come afternoon, her boss had berated her in front of the rest of the office.

Y/n had relayed her shitty day into the group chat she shared with Buck and Eddie.

Y/n: Great. Now I'm hiding in the bathroom because I don't want to cry in front of everyone and I want to be sick.

Buck: It's okay to cry in front of other people. Plus, you've only got fifteen minutes left of work and then you can get out of there. 

Eddie: Come to the station. Hen, Chim and Bobby are out on a medical call so it's only us. 

Buck: Good idea, Eds. There's Bobby's leftover mac and cheese?

Y/n: If you're sure that's okay? I'm just going to pack up then I'll leave. 

Eddie: Drive safe.

Half an hour later, y/n entered the firehouse, looking around anxiously. Sure, she had been here plenty of times before, but she still felt pathetic, fighting back her tears and looking for the people who could make her feel even slightly better. 

She didn't have to wait long as she heard her name being called, and saw the forms of Buck and Eddie descending the stairs to meet her by the station gym. 

"Hey, y/n, come here!" Buck exclaimed with his arms opened wide. 

As those solid arms held her close, that was all she needed to feel safe enough to let go. Before she even realised, she was sobbing into a sturdy chest and someone was shushing her, hands stroking her back. 

"Ah, crap, I'm sorry y/n, I didn't mean to make it worse." Buck looked guiltily towards Eddie over her head. 

"You-you d-didnt. Just h-had it bottled u-up."

Eddie stepped in, guiding her to sit on the gym bench in between the two comforting figures, "You're okay now, y/n. Just breathe." Eddie added as he realised her sobbing was becoming frantic. 

"I…I-I can-nt."

Buck looked worriedly to his partner whilst Eddie stayed calm and professional. 

"Yes you can. You can breathe, you just need to slow it down. Copy me," Eddie instructed whilst deliberately breathing evenly.

Buck caught Eddie's attention and mouthed the question of "asthma?" 

Eddie just shook his head and mouthed, "not yet" right back. 

Both first responders continued to speak soothingly to y/n, reminding her it would pass and she would be just fine. 

However, Eddie started to worry when the sobbing began transforming into wheezes and y/n's head was dropping slightly onto her chest. 

"Hey, hey, hey, y/n. Where's your inhaler? I think you could do with a few rounds." Eddie asked. He also silently instructed Buck to bring a med kit over which Buck did diligently. 

Y/n pointed to her backpack abandoned on the floor, and tried to explain, "m-mi- middle" She managed to get out as Eddie rummaged through the middle pocket. 

Buck returned seconds later with the med kit, and started unpacking the essentials. 

"Let's get her on the floor but sat up against the wall," Eddie directed to Buck as they both took an arm and sat her down, "I need you to stay upright for me okay, sweetheart? That will help keep your airways open. Let's have a go at your inhaler, alright?"

Eddie helped her hold the inhaler to her lips as her hands shook too much. She was unable to hold much of the medicine in her lungs for long as her frantic breaths continued. 

"I'm just going to listen to your chest okay, y/n?" Eddie asked permission, slotting the stethoscope earpieces in and moving the bell to her chest as she nodded consent. 

Buck was multitasking, repeating soothing words whilst clipping a pulse oximeter to her shaking finger.

Pulling the stethoscope from his ears and hanging it loosely around his neck, Eddie explained his diagnosis, "okay, sweetheart, I think you've triggered an asthma attack with your panic attack. Which is fine, we just need to get it under control, okay?"

She was shaking her head, becoming more frantic and causing a vicious cycle, "n-no h-hos-pital." She was beginning to want to close her eyes and for this horrible day to end. 

Buck noticed her drooping head, "hey, woah woah, no napping allowed. We'll do our best here, and then we'll cross whatever bridge we need to cross, okay?"

She could feel them both moving around her and her shoulders occasionally being pushed back against the wall, straightening her body. She could feel an uncomfortable squeezing around her arm as she suspected Buck was taking her blood pressure. By the tone the voices were using, she didn't think the results were desired. 

"Alright, here's the plan, y/n, we're going to try a treatment of nebulising right here, and if that doesn't cut it, we'll try a shot of hydrocortisone as a last resort before calling another ambulance to transport you to hospital."

Inside, she wanted to vomit at the thought of needles being anywhere near her, but she nodded regardless, hopeful that the nebuliser was all she would need to be righted. 

Eddie placed the plastic mask over her mouth and nose, "breathe as deeply as you can…that's it. Good job, it should be opening up your airways now. You're doing great."

Meanwhile Buck was taking another BP reading, whilst Eddie had his fingers firmly placed to her delicate wrist, eyes to his watch. 

Ten minutes went by, and whilst the hyperventilating receded for y/n Eddie and Buck were still unsatisfied with the sound of her breathing and the struggle they could detect through their stethoscopes. 

"How're you feeling, y/n?" Eddie asked, still holding her wrist. 

"Be-better, thanks."

"Feeling dizzy or nauseous?"

"D-dizzy."

"Okay, that's normal. I'd still like to administer a shot of hydrocortisone." Eddie stated as he started rifling through the med bag. 

Buck immediately noticed the change in her demeanor, not to mention the spike in her pulse that he was still monitoring. "He-Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, trying to meet her panicked eyes. 

She just shook her head and tried to move herself further away from Eddie. Eddie finally noticed, turning around with what he needed and looking to Buck for explanation who could only shrug. 

"I fe-feel better. Th-thanks."

"Would you rather wait and get it done at the hospital?" Eddie offered kindly. 

Y/n wheezed out her question, voice low and embarrassed, "wi-will they…still do it at-at the ho-hospital?"

"Almost definitely, sweetheart, sorry."

She wiped a distressed tear from her eye which nearly broke the grown men's hearts, "want you to…to do it th-then."

Buck and Eddie nodded, another silent conversation passing between them. Buck pulled her to face him, both her hands cradled in his larger, calloused ones and he began chattering away about something Jee did at the weekend. 

Eddie prepared the needle and medication and wiped the site clean on her arm, trying to ignore the way she flinched away from him and to not take it personally. 

"Sharp scratch." He warned before administering the shot. Buck felt her hands tense and her eyes squeezed shut, but other than that, she reacted well. 

Eddie was rubbing his thumb over the site, thoughtfully and commending her, "you did great. You should be feeling better soon."

Buck and Eddie continued to monitor her vitals closely for the next few minutes until the familiar sound of the ambulance could be heard pulling into the apparatus floor. 

"What's going on here?" Bobby moved quickly to the trio, closely followed by a concerned Hen and Chim. 

It was obvious to everyone how uncomfortable y/n was feeling under the attention. 

Eddie went about explaining, "asthma attack. I think we've got it under control, but mind if we borrow the Ambo?" 

Y/n startled at this and Buck was quick to explain whilst Chim helped Eddie bring around the stretcher, "hey, it's just a precaution. Everything looks to be settling but we need a doctor to confirm you're okay." He tried to provide some comfort by again squeezing her hand gently. 

"You'll both stay?" She asked once Eddie had returned. 

"Yeah, of course, y/n. We'll both stay with you at the hospital, and then we'll take you home and get you settled on the couch with a pint of that disgusting ice cream you like."

"Yep. No moving from the couch the entire weekend." 

That was exactly the kind of weekend y/n needed to make up for her epically shitty day. 

[frickingnerd]

you're my favorite crime

pairing: winter schnee x gn!reader

summary: you hadn't planned to ever let you girlfriend know about your illegal activities, but when you come home one day after getting shot, winter starts questioning you...

tags: established long-term relationship, fluff to angst, use of y/n, shot/injured!reader, smuggler!reader (+secret revealed), winter calls the cops on you, NOT a break up, living together

“welcome home! dinner is ready in–”

winter's voice echoed through the apartment, as you opened the front door. your girlfriend popped her head through the kitchen door, a smile on her lips, that faded as soon as she saw you.

“wha– what happened to you!?”

you could hear the rattling of the cutlery winter dropped at the sight of you, as she hurried towards you. your view was hazy, as you had lost too much blood until now. winter wasn't supposed to be home yet and see you like this, but now it was already too late.

“n-nothing… please, go back to making dinner…” you mumbled through gritted teeth as you held your side, blood dripping from your body and soaking your clothes.

“nothing? how dumb do you think i am, y/n!?” while winter had seemed worried until now, but being hushed back into a kitchen like that, as if she was just some housewife you could command, had hit a nerve. “you'll tell me what happened! and while you do, i'm treating your wounds!”

you quietly dragged yourself into the kitchen, sitting down at the table, as winter got a first aid kit from the bathroom. when she returned, she also had a scissor with her, which she used to cut open your bloody shirt, before kneeling down, to begin treating your now exposed wound.

“you were shot…” she stated the obvious as she saw the wound, cleaning the blood off your body, before looking up at you. “tell me, how does someone working at a normal company that's selling and shipping goods end up shot?”

from the tone of her voice, it was clear she didn't believe that this was your true job. perhaps winter would've given you the benefit of the doubt and believed you got robbed, if you hadn't tried to play it off earlier.

“go on, tell me! how does someone like you end up shot?” winter grew impatient, glaring at you and beginning to remove the bullet. and she wasn't being particularly gentle.

“o-ouch… fuck…” you whined and felt tears shoot to your eyes. it really hurt like hell! but you knew this was nothing compared to winter's rage, if you wouldn't start talking soon! “it– it's not… necessarily a normal company…”

“so, at least you didn't lie to me about working there. that's good to know!” winter huffed, before you continued.

“we… well, we smuggle a few things on occasion… j-just some weapons and– ouch!!”

“just weapons?” winter grabbed a needle and a threat, beginning to close up your wound. “just weapons? you're saying it as if this isn't bad enough–!!”

“well…” you decided to ignore her for now and continue explaining. “today, things… didn't go as well as they should. we got caught and… i ended up catching a bullet”

“and then what? you decided to come home and take care of the wound yourself? hoping you could continue lying to me about your job?”

winter had finished patching you up, wiping her now bloody hands with a towel, before looking up at you. you didn't even need to confess to it. by the way you averted your gaze, she knew she figured you out. seems she seemed to know you at least a bit then.

“are you mad…?” you asked quietly. it seemed to be obvious, but you needed to know.

“of course i am! mad at you, for lying to me! and mad at myself, that i've actually trusted you!” winter huffed and got up, stepping to the kitchen counter and quietly standing there for a moment. you didn't know if she was holding back tears or if she was about to turn around and yell at you again. but then, she slowly turned around and sighed.

“if you want to make up for what you did… for lying to me… then, please don't try to fight what comes next”

your heart almost stopped when you heard her say that. you didn't know what was coming next. but you know it wouldn't be good.

“i've called the police…” your heart sunk as you heard those words. it really had gotten this far. “if you want to prove to me that i wasn't completely wrong about you, then you'll go with them and don't resist. if you admit to what you've done, then you can redeem yourself” winter paused. “but if you don't… then i know that i've wasted the last few years of my life dating a criminal…”

[sunflowerkiwis]

Drama Queen

You tend to Harry’s wounds after a small fight

word count: 628, she’s short and sweet

tw: mentions of fighting, needles (sewing), a couple swear words

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“Ow.”

“Calm down, you big baby.”

Harry flinched again and hissed at the stinging alcohol against his knuckle. “‘M not a baby,” he muttered under his breath.

“Sure,” you rolled your eyes, but with the thickness in your voice, it sounded more like ‘shore’. You were… disappointed, to say the least. “You wouldn’t be flinching and hissing if you weren’t such an idiot.”

Harry stilled.

Your words came out harsher than you intended them to. You didn’t mean to hurt him, but then again, all words came from somewhere and you both knew that.

Looking up, you could see his hurting eyes, reflecting yours. “I’m sorry,” you placed a hand on his cheek. Your hand was cold due to the alcohol in the cool bathroom air. “I’m just… I don’t know—I’m confused, H. You’re not violent, you think things through. I guess I’m disappointed,” you looked down at his cut knuckles and nudged at his hand, “Where’d this come from?”

This—the rash decisions, the impulsive pull of his arm, the harsh contact of his fist with probably another man’s face. It wasn’t like him.

“‘Dunno.” Harry looked down at his feet, hanging from the counter, like a scolded puppy. His voice lowered, “He was talking about you.” He, some guy you’d barely met from Harry’s management.

You tilted your head. Talking about you?

“He—fuck,” he winced as you padded his knuckles with alcohol again, “he was talking shit about you and saying stuff… bad stuff.”

“What’s ‘bad stuff’, Lovie?” You didn’t have to look up to see the hesitancy in his face.

“Don’t wanna hurt your feelings…”

You smirked. “Well it ain’t gonna hurt me more than him,” you let out a light chuckle.

The corner of Harry’s mouth turned up, not at the joke, but at the sound of your laugh. Although, it went away as soon as he realized there wasn’t a way to avoid this—not with your persistence and determination.

“He… he said you don’t deserve me and you’re—” his gaze moved from your face to his lap. From the corner of your eye, you could tell he was hurt too. “—that you’re ‘just some dirty chick who’s looking for money’.”

You threw away the alcohol pad and reached for a medical kit your mom had given you under the sink. Harry took a deep breath, bracing himself, remembering he still had a bad cut in his cheekbone that needed tending to. Your mom was a nurse and she’d given you this in case of emergencies, when you were younger she’d taught you lots of medical things like how to properly clean wounds and how to throw some stitches one, too. It was time to put those skills to use. You were always thankful for her and everything she taught and did for you. You always knew you’d need it someday, you just never thought you’d use these skills to help Harry recover from a literal fistfight.

“Jackass,” you said under your breath, standing up.

“Yeah,” Harry observed as you got everything ready. “I don’t know how it happened, it went by really fast. Just felt my fist hurting when it hit his face and then he hit me back. It’s all kind of a blur but then I kicked him out and came upstairs to you.”

You’d heard some loud, muffled words from downstairs, but you couldn’t tell if it was them shouting or a show they were watching, as you were watching one of your own in the bedroom and keeping to yourself.

He flinched when you brought the needle close to his face and your raised your eyebrows in a scowl at him. “H, I haven’t done anything—and you’re numbed.”

He gave you a sheepish look. “I thought it’d hurt.”

“Drama Queen.”

[otdiaftg]

Wymack assess the damage done to Neil.

"Can I let go of you and trust you to behave, or are you going to try and cut your face off again? I want to check on your stitches." "I'll behave," Neil said. "Forgive me if I don't trust you," Wymack said, but he let go. They got back to their feet. Wymack meant it when he said he didn't trust Neil, because he took Neil back to the living room and out of eyesight of the knives. Wymack gestured at Neil to shed his shirt, but Neil couldn't move well enough to get it off. Wymack eyed him for a moment, then left to get his cooking scissors. He brandished them at Neil in a question, and Neil nodded. He held perfectly still while Wymack cut his shirt off of him. Wymack didn't say anything about the scars. He didn't say anything about how many bandages Neil had wrapped around his chest and abdomen or how many bruises showed around the gauze. He just checked Neil over with a clinical eye and poked at every line of stitches for weaknesses. Neil stood silent and still and let him work. He'd ripped threads loose on his side, down near his waist, but that gash was almost healed anyway. Wymack pushed at Neil's skin to see if it would bleed and came back with clean fingers. Wymack peeled off blood-crusted bandages and dropped them on the coffee table. He surveyed the damage, then left. Neil heard a drawer snick open and closed, and the faucet cut on for a couple seconds. Wymack came back with a wet wash cloth and a small first aid kit. Neil tried to take the cloth from him, but he couldn't close his fingers tight enough to hold onto it. Wymack pushed his hand out of the way and scrubbed dried blood from Neil's skin. It hurt, but Neil gritted his teeth and stayed silent. It made him think of long nights on the road, of catching his breath in safe houses all around the world. For a moment Neil remembered how his mother's fingers felt on his skin. He remembered the bite of needles moving in and out as she threaded his broken body back together. The new heat crawling up his throat to prick at his eyes was grief. Neil blinked it away as hard as he could. "One day we're going to talk about this," Wymack said in a low voice. "After finals," Neil said without looking at him. "After we beat the Ravens. Then I'll tell you whatever you want to know. I'll even tell you the truth." "I'll believe that when I see it."

Day: Sunday, December 31st Time: 11:45 PM EST

[jumpywhumpywriter]

A Life in the Hands of the Enemy -- Villain reluctantly saves Hero's Life part 2

Warnings: violence, bleeding, near-death experience, captivity whump, cruel Villain whumper

He felt his adrenaline rising as he picked her up, carrying her over and setting her broken body on the couch. Her head rolled lifelessly to the side, and her breaths were shallow and wheezing as she writhed and twitched weakly in pain.

Zack ran off and returned with a basket full of medical supplies, the same resources he always used on himself after a fight. He dropped it on the table next to the couch and rifled through it, quickly finding his suture kit. With trembling hands, he slipped on a pair of gloves and cut away a section of Amber's black-and-red suit from her side, revealing a deep, oozing gash. He had seen a lot of injuries in the past, but this was one of the worst.

Working with practiced skill, he started stitching up the wound as fast as he could. Then Amber came back to semi-consciousness with a jolt, a weak scream of agony tearing loose from her as he brought the needle to her skin repeatedly. She clumsily tried to push him away with failing strength, and Zack easily overpowered her, forcing her arms back to the couch.

"Stop that nonsense. We both know you don't stand a chance against me," Zack chuckled, momentarily relishing the power he found in her weakness. He'd rarely been on the winning side before, never being able to match Amber's unnatural strength, but ohhhh how the tables had turned. Here she was, injured, helpless, vulnerable.

"And quit making so much noise, it's giving me a headache," Zack added, and reached into his basket of supplies, pulling out a bundle of gauze. He stuffed it roughly into her mouth, muffling her cries of pain as he resumed stitching her side, tying off the thread at the end. He did the same for several other wounds he found. A bullet hole here, a slash mark there, until finally it seemed he had gotten them all closed up. And not a moment too soon. Amber's face was deathly pale from blood loss, and her breathing kept growing weaker with every passing second. She was in bad shape, really roughed up.

And she had stopped trying to scream, falling silent, having finally passed out from the mixture of pain and physical shock and exhaustion.

"You don't get to die until you wake up and give me some answers," Zack growled to himself, grabbing a fistful of bandages from the basket. He set to work covering up all the places he had stitched with gauze and medical wraps, before shifting focus to the smaller injuries. It was hard to believe Amber had even lasted as long as she did, with how badly injured she was. And how did she even end up in the alley to start with?

When he was finally done patching her up, he sat on a chair adjacent to the couch with a heavy sigh, giving him a chance to reflect on everything that had happened.

It was all wrong. One of the most powerful superheroes in existence, beaten to a pulp and dragging themselves into a dark alley to hide in the middle of the night? Nothing was making sense. And until it did, Amber would stay here and heal until they were able to answer his questions. Nodding to himself, Zack got up and busied himself cleaning the fresh red blood stains on the rug.

If this doesn’t come out, Amber better buy me a new one, he thought grouchily. When he was finished, he wandered over to tend to Amber again, checking on her breathing, which had improved, before bringing a bowl of water and wet cloth to clean off the extra blood everywhere.

"Great. It's all over the couch, too," Zack muttered grumpily under his breath, glaring at the red streaks trailing down the side of the cloth couch. "How can someone even have this much blood in their body?" It was long into the night before he was finally done cleaning up the giant mess everywhere. He couldn't stifle a yawn as he debated whether he should risk leaving the room to sleep in his own bed again.

I don't trust leaving her alone, he resolved. Not until I find a better way to... contain her somehow. Restrain her powers. I need to be prepared.

It wasn't like she was going to hop up and escape the next morning, not in her current condition, but Zack couldn't shake the uneasiness over having a dreaded enemy in his house. He wouldn't take his eyes off her.

Grabbing a blanket, he settled down into a chair next to the couch. It was uncomfortable. But at least he'd be prepared in case Amber somehow pulled a trick on him and attacked.

Something terrible is coming, I know it... with that thought, he drifted off into a light sleep.

⏪️ Back Next ⏩️

Masterlist

[glitterpeachtree]

You were stabbed by Lloyd. You were laying on the ground basically unconscious. Six ran up to you and felt for a pulse. He then listened to make sure your airways were clear. In doing so he lifted your chin up to ease your breathing.

"(Y/N)? (Y/n)? You with me?" You fluttered your eyes going in and out of consciousness. Next he lifted your shirt to see your stab wound. He took his jacket off and wrapped it around your waist, tying it to stop the bleeding. You had already lost a lot of blood. You were white, and shaky. Court pressed on your wound with one hand as he took your pulse again with the other. You winced, making a moaning sound.

"Sorry. Gotta stop the bleeding. Try to stay awake. Look at me." I kept blinking my eyes I was very light headed. A couple of minutes later he lifted me in his arms and put me in a truck. Court leaned my seat all the way back and elevated my legs on the dash. I was in shock. Court zoomed through town.

Finally he lifted me into a small closed clinic. Only one nurse was there, she was a part of Fitzroy's network.

He rushed me inside, "She's lost a lot of blood." Courtland laid me on a bed.

The nurse noticed how pale I was. "She's need a hospital. Im just a nurse." The nurse said.

"That's okay. I know field medicine. Just get two units of O neg, IV tubing, and saline. Also a suture kit, and lidocaine." He said quickly. He gently took off the jacket that was holding your wounds together.

"Hurts." I slurred.

"It's gonna be okay. I'm gonna stitch it up okay? Try to relax." Court brushed the side of my face with his hand. The nurse came back with supplies.

"Can you set up the blood infusion? Hand me the clorahexidine and lidocaine." I could hear Court washing his hands, and putting gloves on. He poured the clorahexidine in my wound. I winced at how cold it felt. Next he inserted the needle. That hurt a bit. I flinched.

"Deep breath. It'll be numb in a second. Just keep breathing." He waited a couple minutes, then I heard a metal clank. He was now suturing my incision. I don't remember much from this. I lost consciousness. But next thing I knew, I had a big bandage across my waist. I also had an IV going in my arm. A blood transfusion. Court placed me in the car, and the nurse put a bunch of medical items in the back. I was so cold, I started shivering. The unamed nurse put a scratchy blanket over me.

"Good luck Mr. Gentry." The nurse said.

"Thanks." Court said.

.....

I slept for most of the ride. I kept feeling Courtland holding my wrist for a couple seconds to make sure I still had a pulse. When I came to, I woke up in a small bedroom, and IV in my arm. It was being held up by a coat rack. I started coughing a little bit.

Courtland came into view, and held a glass of water to my mouth. "Easy. Take it slow." He set the glass down next to me. I was so tired, I could barely keep my eyes open. "The morphine is probably making you drowsy. Just rest." He softly squeezed my hand.

......

The next day I felt a bit more awake. I was awake for couple minutes before Court checked on me.

"Oh. You're awake. How are you feeling? You're due for another dose of morphine." Court said. He crouched so that he was in your field of vision.

"I feel kind of floaty?" My voice came out rough and quiet.

"Probably blood sugar. I got apple juice." Court turned around and offered orange juice. I took a couple of sips with his help, I was still kind of shaky.

"You need morphine?" Court asked.

"No." I simply said.

"You're not in pain?" He questioned.

"I am. Don't want to get addicted." I said as I rested my eyes. My brother had a drug problem and it scared me to death to end up like him.

"You're not gonna get addicted if you need it." He ignored my request and took the syringe, plunging it into the vial and then pulled back on the stopper to the correct dosage. He then injected it into your IV. I was too tired to argue.

"Let's look at the damage." Court gestured to my wound. He then went into the bathroom and washed his hands, and collected chlorhexidine and a new bandage.

He started to peel away the old bandage. "Where am I?" I asked.

"Safe house." He simply said he was inspecting my wound, making sure the stitches were still intact, and that there was no sign of infection.

"What are you, a doctor?" I asked.

He looked up at me and said, "Not exactly. I was taught battlefield medicine." He started pouring and dabbing away with antiseptic.

"Ow." I winced.

"Sorry." He mumbled. He waited a minute for the antiseptic to dry, and then he applied a clean new bandage. I shortly fell asleep from the morphine as Court checked on me every half hour.

[hussyknee]

Posted to Reddit midnight last night at 1am:

3am: Facebook post on local help page.

(amount in LKR. I am very poor and unemployed and live with my mother, who is Satan.)

OIC = Officer In Charge

Bindu = Family doggo. Usually a gentle lad who's all bark, but an entire brigade of strange burly men in gear chasing him (as he felt) all the way to his safe spot was too much.

Passa pattha = backside

Mau didn't come when I fed the kits their breakfast before I crashed, and was still nowhere to be seen when I woke up at 1pm in time for their lunch. Had to hobble around the street calling his name for ten minutes before he came barrelling from god knows where, muddy and filthy. Had to wash and scrub him thoroughly. He's always 80% nerves and hyperactivity, but he's really dialed up today so I ended up getting scratched all over.

I discovered I may have been unfair to him. He's absolutely an overdramatic ninny, but I noticed his nails were quite long. He has six scratch baskets and escapes outside more than the other two but all that's done is give him needle claws apparently. He probably couldn't get as good a purchase on the slippery roof sheets as his brother and sister. My poor baby. They're all completely fine though.

I am not. I feel like my arms and legs are about to fall off. I wish they would. My knees are throbbing like they're arthritic again.

Heading off questions:

Why didn't you call the fire brigade in the first place? Because I've been confined by disability and abused by various people my entire adult life and the only people who have ever helped me with my rescues have been kind strangers. Also the emergency helplines in this country are useless. I once called 119 because I thought I was having a heart attack and was told this was the police line and had to call the ambulance one separately. They then called two hours later asking if I still needed the police. The fire brigade was the most positive interaction I've yet had with a state service, and even they usually only respond to pet rescues when it looks like the animal's life is in danger.

How are you poor when you have a three storey house with a maid and driver? My mother has a three storey house with a maid and driver, on account of having made good money for 45 years. We're poor because she saved none of it for retirement. This is South Asia, middle class poverty is when you don't know if you can pay the electric before it's cut off but still have a maid there's always someone poorer than you who needs to eat. It's all very Little Women. The three storey house is a white elephant financial hole that isn't a South Asian thing but a "my mother is a deranged spendthrift" thing. I live in a gothic novel.

Why don't you keep your cats inside? Because we live in a house that's half verandahs and balconies in the tropics and we can't keep it shut on all sides without killing everyone inside it. And, like I said, nobody will lift a finger to help and trying to make any modifications makes my mother scream like a demon from the depths of Gehenna. Of the four other adults in this house, the only one I could get to help me with Mau was the old driver.

How did you get up to look over the wall before the driver brought the ladder up? I got on a chair and climbed onto a ledge off the side, rising on my tip toes and clinging to the wall for dear life. While trying to wrangle a broom on a line and calling and coaxing. For hours. I have balance issues and can barely change a light bulb without help. Was too exhausted to be scared around hour three.

You're being kind of mean to Mau. You'd be terrified too. Yes, but I am not a cat. A cat being scared of heights feels a bit like letting your species down on an existential level. Also I never so much as wanted to yell at the little fucker, sang him lullabies until the firemen arrived, and spent a total of eight hours on my feet until they got him down. I'm still not mad at any of them even when I rue the day some liar told me cats were easier than dogs.

Anyway, all's well in Mau-land.

For now.

[angelfoodcake222]

I'm back on my LMK x Hurt!Reader kick!!! Yippee!

"How would these characters react to their friend or S/O, Y/N, coming home after a big fight that made them temporarily forget about a prescheduled meet-up at their (Y/N's) place?" &/or something to that effect. Here's what I have for Mei, Pigsy, Tang, & Sandy.

TW: The reader [that's you] gets into a big fight. Mentions of combat, blood, violence, & bandaging/suturing (like that big, curved needle & all that). Comfort at the end of each.

A/N (Author's Note): I'm labeling this as NSFW as it is dealing with violent elements. I'll make a traditional NSFW version if this one gets some traction via likes & comments. Since there is often a lot to read in one sitting, I'll sever this up to a select few for now. even with the splitting, it is still a fair bit to read. On with the reading, enjoy.

🐉Mei Dragon

>She was so excited about some one-on-one time with you, finally!

>She had set things up to the nines for you; favorite snacks, drinks, fast-paced racing games & movies, karaoke, you name it.

>She was in her cozy PJs, snug on a mound of pillows & blankets that looked like a dragon lover's dream collection (she contributed a few things as you asked her to let you do you, "earn them yourself" as you put it).

>She agreed so long as she got to gift you some things on special yearly occasions; birthdays, holidays, anniversaries, etc. You can bet your bottom dollar that each & every single gift she got you fits you to a T. To the point where it's nearly uncanny that you'd gotten used to it quicker than you thought you would.

>Just as she reclined to stretch out on the cozy hill she heard the door to your apartment swing open against the dense drywall followed by a hard thud generously seasoned with curses in your voice.

>She felt a pit in her stomach, suddenly forgetting her want to stretch, slipping & sliding in her plushie dragon slippers to the source of the pained grunts to find you on the linoleum part of your doorstep.

>Your torn, tattered shirt did little to stop your essence from oozing onto the generic tile below you that acted as a mini-mudroom of sorts. Your jeans shared the same fate with your shoes soaked like the floor mixed with once-stagnant water.

>Mei was seething at the damage to your body & your favorite wardrobe choices as they were gifts from her, gifts you had been maintaining near-religiously.

>You loved those threads, too. You even scrounged to buy her a matching set that was safe in her room at her family's home.

>"Who did this to you, bestie!?" "Gimme a name, a face, license plate, I'll teach 'em to mess with you!"

>Your low chuckle surprises her until she spots the dark markings on your knuckles & knees. You fought back, brutally from what she could tell, too.

>"Don't worry, Mei Mei, I handled them well enough. They won't be giving me any more trouble anytime soon. Mind helping me to the bathroom to patch up?"

>Your smile is crimson, gums ooze, but you move your tongue over your side-front teeth as if to free something from between them. Had you taken a bite out of one of your attackers? Probably.

>That's a question for later.

>As you asked, she aided you to the bathroom. All the moving & stretching caused by said movements began releasing more of your life's essence, staining the wood-themed vinyl as you both shuffled to the small bathroom where you had stashed a massive first aid kit in. The kind medics would pack with them.

>Your hand shuffled through the open kit once you were seated on the closed toilet's top as Mei fidgeted in the doorway a mere three feet from you.

>"Those are some deep wounds..." She mused aloud, cringing when you pulled a suture needle out, its curved sturdy form shining in the dim light overhead.

>"That's why I got this." You spy her flinch in your periphery.

>"It's okay if you don't want to be present for this part, Mei Mei. You can step out if you'd like." She frowns pitifully.

>She wants to be there for you to help with your injuries. Holding the kit open for your convenience at the very least, but she just felt so uncomfortable around needles of nearly any kind. She doesn't know why & you never pressed for a reason.

>Once you calm her down, she agrees to step out & close the door dejectedly behind her.

>She nearly slipped on some drops of red that pooled under your foot when she was fighting with the weirdly shaped door handle.

>That's dangerous! You could slip & reopen your freshly stitched wounds! Not on her watch!

>Your robe, a usually soft & comfortable garb, felt different from your hides as you carefully tied it. The soft fabric snagged on the fresh stitches & raw wounds that simply needed to be cleaned. You would have bandaged them to hasten the healing process, but you had forgotten to restock that aspect in your arsenal of medical aids.

>Honestly, you blame the treats you passed by & began ogling on an empty stomach on your way to the pharmacy.

>Aching & fatigued, you limp to the door but stop at the smell of cleaning products.

>She had cleaned the whole apartment in the time it took you to join your severed skins back together. She was walking out with an emptied bucket adorned with an old rag & other scrubbing tools.

>A soft tilt of your head was all the "Thank You" she needed.

>You helped put the supplies away & together you both eased into the mound to enjoy the setup Mei had made up for you.

>Soon enough, your eyes drifted down seemingly with gravity hauling your lids over your eyes.

>Slumber came swiftly.

>While you rested, Mei paused her half of the game your character would have nearly crashed in if she hadn't put her avatar between yours & the obstacle right as she paused.

>With as light of a touch as she could muster, she pulls the fluffiest blanket over you to tuck you in. Good & cozy.

>With that, she began her research.

>She had faith & trust in your brawling abilities, she promises she does & you believe her, but she just couldn't let this go without having some tabs on whoever hurt you. Just to be safe.

>As much as she hates to admit it, she was happy to be able to see the imprint of one jerk's insignia ring that was left on your forehead.

>Tracking that scumbag & his buddies shouldn't take much time at all...

🐷 Pigsy

>He sat patiently in your kitchen, watching the pot's lid rattle with trapped steam as the dumplings cooked.

>You had both agreed to watch the Chang'e Cooking marathon you had both been excited to watch for over three months now.

>It took a little time to convince him, but he agreed on the condition that you cooked together while watching the countdown to the marathon's start.

>You agreed.

>Unlike the others who set up mountains of fabrics & pillows galore, he set up something simple: a couple of blankets, some pillows, healthy little snacks to follow the meal you were both going to make, that's it.

>He had stood up to check the noodles & dumplings when you staggered in, once-bagged groceries cradled in a gifted/found basket under your less bandaged arm before noticing your friend standing in your open kitchen.

>You thought back quickly to that scene in the park half an hour ago leading to your home, when some punks were picking on some unfortunate granny & her friends.

>How could you just walk away & turn a blind eye to such an attrocious act of disrespect & inhumanity!?

>The battle was gruesome, to put it lightly, but the Granny Squad managed to ban together & help you.

>One of the ladies gifted you her recently emptied sweets basket & head scarf to hold everything together after helping you wash the goods off with a nearby hose. Once that was taken care of, they focused on you & on as much as they could help you with (which was quite a lot).

>With cleaned ingredients in your arms, you thank the ladies fervently & dash off to put the items into proper storage.

>"Aw, noodles! The marathon!" You grit through blood-stained teeth as Pigsy blinks.

>He looks like he's stuck between shocked, confused, worried & upset.

>The countdown showed that there were still a couple hours left before the show started, so you looked to the boar in your kitchen sheepishly before shifting the tucked container to holding the covered basket of goods.

"Sorry about the ingredients, I tried to clean them as best as I could..."

>You tried to explain before he shook his head.

>Carefully, without causing any extra discomfort for you, he took the ingrediants & set them onto the countertop.

>One thing you've learned about your friend in the past few years of knowing him is that he may act all big & menacing, but he's arguably the sweetest guy you've known (Right by Tang & MK, of course).

>You thank him & scurry to your bathroom to properly clean up & bandage yourself with the added maintanance of your teeth so you could properly enjoy the meal undoubtedly leading to a taste sensation.

>When you step out to the living room, you're treated to Pigsy setting the last tray of food onto the coffee/tea table with a low grunt.

>For the remaining hour you two sat on the sofa, he bandaged the spots you couldn't reach for one reason or another, shared the dumplings & snacks, & conversed over your favorite Chang'e recipes, all drizzled with him telling you to be more careful on your way home from now on.

>With the finished meals' plates & utenciles cleaned of food & settled into the deep kitchen sink, you all bandaged up, the pair of you slouch into the couch, watching the last few minutes of the countdown tick by in comfortable silence.

"Hey, Pigsy?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. For everything."

"No problem, Y/N."

>With that, the marathon began & was theroughly enjoyed.

👨🏻‍��� Tang

>You wanted to understand JTTW in-depth, you truly did, but your brain wouldn't let you. Tang to the rescue... Sort of.

>Name the type of Monkey King media available to the public & then some & you've barely scratched the surface of what Tang packed to your appartment with a little help from MK who had to leave for FFM.

>He hadn't done anything to set up your living room in any sort of special way aside from the merchandise & historical items.

>Okay, he got some Pigsy's take out to nibble on throughout the session.

>He even remembered your favorites!

>He just set the last "historically acurate" figurine & its stand onto the coffee/tea table when you groaned through your front door.

>You had stopped by a local supply shop for an ample amount of note taking material, just knowing how Tang was going to get once he got really into his favorite work & figure.

>Simple, mundane, task.

>Notebooks of favored rule (college rule or Wide rule, dotted & gridded paper is also an option), colored pens/pencils of your choosing, Monkey King stickers for Tang ranging from plain to shiny to puffy as a 'thank you' coupled with a Mankey Cop cap to wear whenever he pleased, & some drinks to go with the food he most likely sweet-talked out of Pigsy.

>You were nearly half way home when some ruffians jumped you to snatch the selectively academic & fandom items from you.

>They were most likely trying to steal your large totebag (labeled with "bookworm" in cutesy stenciled characters you had done with MK not too long ago) for the items within it to price gouge the merchandise in person or online, chug the drinks, even misusing the writing materials.

>The fight took a lot out of you, tore your bag & clothes, even saw you getting cut by one of the broken drink bottles when you tripped.

>You still managed to save the rest of the drinks but they partially stained the cap & your notebooks.

>Serves you right (affectionatly) for picking a brand that didn't wrap their product in the same wrapping your pens/pencils & stickers were protectively cloaked in.

>You had to coddle the items in your cut up arms like a baby, your wounds seemingly throbbing into a dull ache when you spotted Tang kneeling next to the figurine of a midflight Monkey King on his Cloud, staff in hand/paw.

>Despite your carrying two or three reminders of your preagreed plans, your focus was rattled about until you turned to settle your tattered bag onto the sofa in your living space.

>He was just as frozen as you were, both standing a few feet from the other.

"Uhm... *clicks tongue awkwardly* Imma go bathe & patch myself up. If you still wanna do this, you can stay. If not, I'll help you pack up once I'm done. Okay?"

>Tang nods nervously, glancing over your battered form & tote before you lurch to your bathroom.

>You were so busy cleaning yourself & clothing your injuries in the stock of medical items that you didn't notice Tang busying himself in the living room: Stitching your bag's edges back together, touching up the character with a marker near the same color group as best as he could, drying the pages of your notebooks with a hairdryer you had forgotten in your nightbag you had left in your living room that you said you'd pick up & put away days ago.

>You stagger out with a sigh to see Tang trying his best to save your sullied materials, seemingly not noticing that the drinks, stickers, or the cap was for him & not for you.

>You quietly watch his back as he mumbled to himself about worrying over your safety, how he'd learn to bandage your wounds whenever you needed, how he'd never let you walk alone again as he would guide you down the safest streets & paths he takes daily, even learning basic self defence to at least grant you a little back up when you needed it.

>Your tired eyes drift about, over the messily stitched up bag, the pencils/pens sitting in their case on the table beside the rest of the items, all surrounding Tang who was a little too focused on not burning your book's pages with the blowdryer.

>Strange how the rainbow of writing items stood out so starkly against the reds & golds that seemingly engulfed his emediate space.

>Without holding it back, you give a soft giggle which startles him into turning your way.

>He accadentilly blasted the dryer's air straight under his face in turning to you causing his hair to tussle wildly over his fogged glasses, earning another giggle from you.

"I- your things were a little beaten up &- well, they neede dto be fixed so you could learn- &- &-."

>Stammering is all he can do at the moment until you boop him from his sitting position as you now stood languidly beside him.

"Tangy, breathe. It's all good."

>He smiles in relief before glancing over the table with a now calmed gaze.

"Is that a Monkey Cop cap!? With the real badge & everything!?"

>He procedes to ramble happily, occasionally looking to you to see if you were listening to him speak before continueing on.

>You peacfully watched his adorable rambling expressions, quitly taking mental notes on whatever you could snag from the 100 mph info dumping.

>Not long after you both finish your meals (A task that took a while as you needed to cease his fanboying longenough to actually eat), you both sat on the sofa watching a SWK action movie of some kind he had picked out for you.

>The movie was good despite the overly amped up sfx & horribly down played dialog audio, though that's most action movies that you're aware of.

>Snoring catches your drowzy attention as you peek down to your side where Tang had slumped over the opposite arm of the couch, fast asleep.

>Knowing he gets enough back pain hunching over a study desk, you stand & lay him onto thsofa in a more comfortable position while removing his glasses to set them on the side table.

>Good thing you had plenty of lap blankets around for him. Pillows, too.

>Kneeling beside the snoring man, you can't help but tuck the blanket in to create a cozy setting for him.

>You'll have to reschedule the study session for later.

>For now, a light snooze sitting up by Tang would do your eyes some good.

Here it is! I haven't picked who I'm writing for next but I'll try to think of someone later. I hope you enjoyed & have a lovely day/night!

[sengardet]

Poll Reward: Assassin Encounter (part 1)

Continued from:

Terra freed a hand from the woman’s neck to send fingernails trailing down her captive body. She traced the curves of her breasts, over her jumpy heart, and down the dip of her stomach, before sliding between her thighs. The woman let out a soft moan as Terra's fingers mingled within her slick arousal.

She couldn’t help but sit there reveling in the power she held over this deadly assassin turned pathetic whimpering creature that begged to be dominated. Terra was growing attached and that feeling made her revolt.

Terra squeezed tighter around that delicate throat, feeling the captive's pulse race beneath her dark fingers before shunting it off completely. Yet only then did this woman’s full depravity reveal itself. The woman’s thighs clamped around Terra's hand in a desperate, needy embrace. inner walls fluttered around her digits as arousal overflowed into orgasm.

Terra let out a defeated sigh, softening her grip to let her enjoy herself. Watching this fragile creature come undone was intoxicating, but Terra knew such things were short lived in this line of work.

Terra loomed over the tied-up woman, her heart racing with a mixture of adrenaline and an unfamiliar emotion she couldn't quite place. She supposed it was best to put a bullet through the woman’s heart before the euphoria settled down. Maybe then she would see this mysterious creature’s face.

"Thank you, my love," the bound woman said softly beneath the pillow, surprising Terra with sudden affection.

Terra laughed. "Is that all it takes, the first chick to choke you and we’re hitched?"

The woman's voice grew somber. "I bit the cyanide pill. You don't have to waste a bullet, but you can if you like the feeling. Otherwise… I'd like you to hold me. My name is Sophie."

Terra's heart skipped a beat, her mind reeling at the revelation. Frustration and panic surged through her as she tried to make sense of why she felt betrayed.

"Dumbass," Terra snapped "You think I wouldn't have a cyanide poison kit after all I've been through?"

She quickly got up and rushed to retrieve the kit.

"Wait, what? You were going to kill me anyway, weren't you?" Sophie asked, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and confusion.

"You don't get to decide when or how you die, I do!” Terra yelled through the house.

Terra burst into the bedroom, and there… Sophie lay motionless on the bed, not a shiver of a response. Terra rushed over and dragged the pale woman's limp body onto the floor. Her first sight of the woman's face. Sophie's head lolled to the side, revealing blue vacant eyes staring into nothing.

Terra hung the IV bag on the bedpost. Sophie’s pallid skin bared the delicate blue veins going down her arm, Terra picked one and plunged the needle in.

Once ready, she straddled Sophie's limp body and placed her hands on the woman's pale chest. She pushed hard and fast, commanding Sophie’s heart with unrelenting force. Sophie’s limp body jerked with each compression, her arms twitching and rubbery at her sides. held together at the wrists behind her.

Terra could feel Sophie's ribs bending and flexing beneath her touch as she pumped relentlessly. The sensation was oddly exhilarating, as if entrapping the woman yet again, pulling her back from her pitiful attempt at escape. Terra's own pulse raced as she worked to pull her back and punish her.

"You don't get to decide when it ends. Not after I gave you that little sendoff, bitch." Terra muttered in frustration.

Terra's mind flashed to their earlier encounter; Sophie's arousal still wet on her fingers. The memory sent a fresh surge of adrenaline through her veins. Her compressions intensified, driven by a primal need to maintain control.

Looking up, Terra saw that the bag was half-empty. Now was a good time to see if this pretty little thing could use oxygen.

Leaning down, Terra sealed her lips over Sophie's slack mouth and exhaled forcefully. Sophie's chest filled like a balloon and fell when Terra let go. Terra pulled back, resuming the furious rhythm of her compressions. Seconds stretched into minutes as she labored over Sophie's inert form, aware of every nuance and contour of the body beneath her...waiting for any flicker of life to reward her efforts. She would not be denied.

The blonde woman's eyes squinted shut, a slight frown crossing her pale lips.

"There we go," Terra said.

Sophie let out a faint moan in response. Relief surged through Terra. The woman was still responsive, if only barely. Terra tapped Sophie's cool cheeks, then quickly dismounted Sophie's limp form and rushed to grab the stethoscope from atop her dresser.

Placing the ends in her ears, Terra pressed the bell to Sophie's bare chest. She held her breath and listened. There it was - the soft, steady thump of Sophie's heartbeat, growing stronger with each passing second.

As Sophie began taking slow, shallow breaths, Terra allowed herself a triumphant grin. She had done it - thwarted the stubborn assassin's desperate escape into death's waiting arms. Terra savored the thought as she gazed down at Sophie's vulnerable form, color slowly returning to her porcelain skin.

"Please..." Sophie didn't know what she was begging for anymore.

Terra's full lips curved in a wicked smile. In one fluid motion, she slid her body up to straddle Sophie's heaving chest. Sophie gasped as Terra's weight pressed down, constricting her lungs.

"Shhh, it’s time for you to sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow." Terra said, covering Sophie's mouth and nose with a slender dark hand, sealing off her airways. She ground her hips slowly, sensually, feeling Sophie's rib cage flex and strain beneath her as she struggled for breath, her heart slamming in Terra’s ears as it strained beneath her.

Sophie's blue eyes widened in panic, her pale skin flushing pink as she thrashed weakly. Her oxygen-starved lungs burned, screaming for air that would not come. Terra held her fast, dark thighs clenching tight around her ribcage, one hand still clamped over her face. She rocked her hips in a steady rhythm, pressing Sophie's chest down with each undulation, forcing more precious air from her lungs.

She could feel Sophie's squished and starved heart pounding frantically against her most intimate places, the terrified muscle's vigorous thudding reverberating through her core before winding down in defeat.

The light faded from those defiant blue eyes, and Terra removed her hand allowing a hard intake of breath. She got up, and slapped the woman’s chest gently. A slow and steady little heartbeat filled her ears, one that assured her that her toy was still working...