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ladylooch · 1 year ago

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Bestie! A blurb night! Can I have some angst? Maybe that Nico & Timo fight we talked about? Or maybe Timo mad at his parents again? Or whatever you want 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 💕🍻

The way I was craving angst and you delivered 😘

“Later.” Jack Hughes tosses up the peace sign to Nico and I as he heads out of the locker room. We both wave back in acknowledgement. Nico glances over his shoulder at me, then goes back to tying his shoes.

“You still good to give me a ride?” I ask Nico, running a hand through my wet hair to push it back into place.

“Depends.”

“On?” He stands to his full height.

“What the fuck your problem is?” Nico is visibly seething- eyes darkening, jaw clenched, shoulders tight with tension. I strap my watch back on my wrist. With Jack gone, everyone else has left. I was receiving treatment after practice in the form of an intense sports massage that included cupping. Deep, maroon circles line my upper body as a reminder.

“Ah…” I trail off, looking back at my brother in law’s tense face. “I’m not sure. Wanna let me in on it?”

“I can’t believe you. Standing there acting like you don’t know how much you’re hurting my sister.” I drop my hand to the side, scrunching my eyebrows together. Em and I had a good morning before I left. We were tangled up together until Lio woke up. Then we brought him into our bed for family snuggles. Lio is loving Em’s pregnant belly and talking with his little sister.

“What?” I blink. “Nico.. I don’t know-”

“Asshole!” He yells, coming up on me and shoving me hard in the middle of my chest. I stumble back a few feet, stunned. He goes to shove me again. This time, I defend myself, bringing my hands up.

“Nico, bro. What the fuck.” I bat his next shove away. “Dude, I don’t want to hurt you. Just talk to me.”

“I’m going to hurt you.” A small scoff falls from my lips.

“Do you know how to fight?”

“You’re about to find out how much I know about fighting.” I side step another swing.

“Nico!” I yell, trying to snap him out of his angry trance. “What is going on?” I wave my hands out to the side, gesturing for him to explain.

“I heard Em talking with Lex last night about the shit you’re pulling on Instagram. She gave you Lio. Now, she’s growing your daughter. And you repay her by sending dick picks on Instagram!?” He is bellowing by the end.

“Wha-”

The whole word doesn’t get out of my mouth before he swings at my face. His fist knocks me across my left cheek and nose. Pain explodes from my face immediately. My eyes water as I look back at him in anger.

“Nico! Fuck.” I gingerly touch my nose. I’m pretty sure it’s broken… again. Now I’m pissed. I was holding back because my wife would not appreciate me throwing hands at her brother. But fuck it. I reach out, knocking Nico hard upside the head when he tries to swing again. I point a finger at him as he moans in pain. “That’s a warning shot. Hit me again and I’ll break your fucking nose. Ouch. Fuck!” I touch my nose again, seeing the bright, red blood collect on my finger tips.

I walk over to the trainer’s table where cups, tape and towels are collected. I grab a towel, putting it against my bleeding face. I turn back to Nico who is huffing and puffing, looking like his anger is building back up.

“What are you talking about? I’ve never sent dick pics on Instagram. She said that?” I’m so confused. Again, she didn’t mention anything about this and I’m obviously not doing that. I’m too busy trying to get between my wife’s thighs to even think about anyone else.

“Yeah! She said it last night when she was picking Lio up.” He starts walking towards me.

“Stay over there.” I hold my free hand up, then dig in my pocket for my phone. I press on Emma’s contact.

“Hi daddy!” She exclaims on the second ring. Thank God because Nico is almost next to me again. “Are you on your way? Your babies are hungry.”

“Well, hopefully soon. But your brother has me cornered in the locker room right now because he thinks I’m cheating on you.”

“What?” She chuckles. Glad she finds this amusing when I can feel every pulse of my heart in my nose and eyes.

“Yeah. He said he heard you talking about it last night.”

“Oh! Ha!” She laughs again, louder this time. “Yeah, I was telling Lexi about my dream.”

“Awesome.” I murmur. “Well, I’m going to be a little longer because your brother broke my nose, punching me in the face to defend your honor.” She gasps.

“Nico! What the hell is wrong with you!”

“I.. I’m sorry! I thought…”

“Does that sound like Timo? God he can’t even go two day without trying to get his hands in my pants, even 8 months pregnant! He’s obsessed with me!”

“Well, I don’t know! All I heard was what you said when I was walking down the stairs!”

“I turned to you and smiled to greet you! You think I would smile if that was real! No! I’d be screaming and running after Timo with a knife.”

“Wait what…” I say with concern.

“Baby, you cheat on me, I will cut you.”

“What family did I marry into?” I mutter, looking at my brother-in-law who’s face is twisted into embarrassment. “Alright, we will talk more about that when I get home.” I tell my wife. “ I love you.”

“I love you. I’m so sorry babe.”

“Not your fault.” I mutter directing my stare at Nico.

“I’m sorry.” He says when I get off the phone. He holds his hands up in a truce. “I… Yeah.”

“You think I’d do that to her?” Nico shakes his head no immediately. “She is my entire world. Our babies too.”

“I know. I’m really sorry. I’ll grab Ryan.” He murmurs of the assistant athletic trainer who is still in the building.

I pull the towel away, looking at the massive clot on the white fabric. I scrunch my nose, then wiggle it a bit side to side. It probably isn’t actually broken, but I’m going to be sporting a black eye or two. Ryan concurs when he gives me a once over, but says it will be clearer tomorrow once some swelling goes down. He plugs my nose and gives me an ice pack to keep on my face for the ride home.

“At least Em likes you with a broken nose” Nico laughs, trying to ease the tension as he drives me home. I am leaning my head back, eyes closed, icing my face as he hits the freeway. A headache is beginning to pound against my forehead.

“She wasn’t with me last time someone broke my nose.”

“Oh yeah… Guess I forget with how much she always kisses your scars.” I smile, a soft laugh bouncing my shoulders.

“Yeah, she makes Lee do it now too.”

“So in a way, you should thank me. Now, you’ll get more kisses from your babies.”

“I will absolutely not be doing that…. Asshole.”

#TM: Loving & Leaving #What my world spins around AU

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my-castles-crumbling · 7 months ago

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hi cas! Swiftie anon here! I’ve been kind of having a shit week, in general. A few days ago my throat started hurting, and my nose started crying, so that’s been fun, and school feels like it’s taking fucking forever every day. last night, my sister was talking, and I asked my brother to get a coaster for me, since I was holding a hot bowl, and he was standing in front of the drawer, but my sister was talking, so I wanted until she was done to ask again.

my sister is great btw. I’d never say that to her face, but she’s my younger sister, and she’s always been so…happy, and I want it to say that way, she started middle school this year, and I was scared she’d go through the same things I did, and idk that freaked me out. She’s annoying as hell, but I want her to say happy, as long as she can be, so I haven’t been like putting pressure on her, or getting as mad at her as I did when we were younger. And like we’re only a year and a half apart, but ever since I got depressed I feel a lot older, which is sad because we were so close when we were younger. People used to think we were twins, and I miss being that close to someone, trusting someone that much, whispering things under the blankets, and playing games only the two of us know.

anyway, I asked after she was done talking, which was just few seconds, and I got the coaster, and set it down, and then my mom said, you need to talk louder, you’re mumbling again. and l got probably unreasonably angry when she said that, because I’ve always been quiet, when we were younger, my sister talked for the two of us, I hate talking and I’ve never been very loud. And maybe I like being quiet, not only because it’s in my nature, but you always yelled at us for being too loud and interrupting people, and maybe I’m scared to make you angry? Maybe I remember that shit? Maybe I don’t like being noticed because you always get pissed at my older brother, and that’s the only way I ever see you talk to him?

and then that night (after dinner we all go watch tv, play games separately, go to my parents room, pray and then sleep) she got mad at us saying, we’re not a community, we’re just people living together the three (me and my siblings) of you are cocooned in your rooms all the fucking time. You’re on your fucking phones all the damn time, melting your brains, you could be doing better things with your time. And why the hell wouldn’t I want to be in my room instead of with my parents, they stress me the fuck out, and make me feel like I’ve already ruined my chances at everything, and maybe that’s why I need to escape, because they made me believe everything fucking sucked.

and I know being on your phone and sitting down for like 4-5 hour periods isn’t healthy, but that’s a habit I’ll deal with after all the other issues they’ve caused me. I had a bit of a breakdown after that, my arms got red and puffy from my nails, but I didn’t bleed this time so…is that a plus?

I got my at my sister last weekend bc she like, dropped my instrument and didn’t pick he up and I almost smacked her, and my dad saw me like, about to, but I stopped, and got so mad at me? He said, and I quote, “apologize, how would you feel if I got you and ten years later I never said sorry?” and then I was like wtf are you talking about, you hit me when I was in like preschool (10 years ago) and never apologized. I vaguely remember him hitting me, like before kindergarten, I somehow forgot that he did until that moment. I know he and my mom got into fights about it (bc calling us stupid and staying is so much better).

and then this morning we woke up late, and my dad said “you’ll end up all alone bc no one wants anyone who never shows up on time.” And my mom started fucking monologuing about how we’re “wasting our intelligence” and we should on things better, and I started fucking bawling, bc I went to preschool far from home, so when I started going to elementary, I didn’t have any friends, and I had like, a singular friend, I made and she moved at the end of first grade, and so on and so forth until 3rd grade when the pandemic happened, so like ending up alone has always been a fear of mine, and they know this, bc back when I trusted them I literally asked them why do all my friends move away? and school has fucking sucked, pe isn’t so bad, we’re fishing in a lake across the street and I caught one today and almost killed it bc it swallowed the hook, and everything else, besides like my friends has been miserable. I had a dentist appointment today (I have them all the damn time), and they numbed the right side of my face, 3 injections, they’re so sore, and I still can’t feel the lower right part of my mouth, so that’s fun. Sorry for the rant, hope you’re having a better week than me cas! Have a good day/night

Hi hon! <3

It sounds like you're dealing with a LOT of negativity right now, especially at home, and that absolutely sucks. Are there ways you can find some positivity on your own? Things that make you happy even when others are being shitty?

I'm so proud of you for dealing with life even when it's hard <3 You're doing so great, truly! <3

#ask #asks #ask cas #swiftie anon

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strangerthingsfan-fics · 2 years ago

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That’s my job to embarrass him and Vecnas curse Steve Harrington x Fem!byers reader

Warnings- kissing,swearing,crying,Vecnas curse,nightmares,nosebleeds,past trauma,if there’s anymore let me know

Ever since will went missing you’d stay up till late at night and then you’d finally fall asleep or sometimes your up all night

You kept your promise of taking him everywhere in the car and you’d embarrass him like any other big sister

You was dropping him off at the arcade and Steve was sat in the front with you

“Bye will love you me and Steve will miss you I’ll tell mum to get your blanket ready” you shouted chuckling

“Shut upppppp and i love you too” will said running to the party

“You love embarrassing don’t you” Steve laughed

“Yeah I’m his big sister embarrassing him is my job like Jonathan always embarrasses me” you giggled

You laughed driving past them out the car park your hand was on Steve’s lap

You pulled into the byers driveway and sat with Steve on the sofa

you was sat doing homework till your nose started bleeding steve looked at you and took you to the bathroom to sort it out he put tissue on the dribbling blood from your nose when it’s stopped bleeding steve got a wet cloth and wiped your nose with it

You chuckled when he ran his thumb over your lip his left hand on your waist he kissed you making you giggle when his lips peppered all over your face

It turned 4:30 you and Steve got in your car and was talking the whole way to the wheelers house

“are nosebleeds normal for you” steve asked

“No I’ve had like two in my whole life” you replied

“That’s odd but oh well you still look beautiful” Steve whisperd

You blushed at the thought of Steve thinking your beautiful you picked up will and drove back home for dinner

you got in and sat down for dinner you sat with on leg over the other so your leg wouldn’t shake and Steve saw it and held your hand under the dinner table his thumb running over your hand

When you finished dinner you all watched a movie then went to your rooms because it was 9:58

When you fell asleep your head on Steve’s chest so you can hear his heart beat in the middle of the night you started having a nightmare not being able to get out of it steve woke up to you crying in your sleep

He flipped over to his side where you was now laid and he rubbed your sholder hoping it would keep you calm but you was still asleep crying

“Yn it’s ok it was just a nightmare no need to panic” Steve woke you with his soothing voice

You wrapped your arms around him taking deep breaths steve wrapped his arms around you aswell

The next day you zoned out your eyes rolled in the back of your head will Jonathan nancy Eddie and Steve noticed

“Holy fuck yn” steve shouted shaking you

In the upside down you saw will when he was lost and you shouted him until you saw it was a dead body but you knew he was alive you put your hand on your mouth and coughed up some sort of vines out your mouth until you got took into something and there stood a man coverd in vines one arm longer than the other no nose you was screaming for steve

Nancy has put a walkman on your head and put your fav song on until you started levitating steve backed up

“YN HOLY SHIT YN COME ON WAKE UP” eddie steve Jonathan and will shouted

You dropped down into Steve’s arms holding him breathing heavily

“Your okay don’t worry we’re here it’s okay” Steve’s voice sounded soothing

“I saw it I saw vecna the thing eddie talks about all the time” you cried

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things

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randomstreetlamp · 4 months ago

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This post is related to a different post I made. Go read that one first if you want to have the full context. Or as much context dreams can have.

Recurring dreams

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I've found some old journals of mine from when I was a kid. Mentions my dream quite a few times. Small pieces I would remember and write down before I had the chance to forget. Also noted the different ways I could leave the dream. There were three ways. The first required me to get to the end of the forest or at least what I thought was the end of the forest. Looking back at my writing there was just a point where the forest got extremely foggy and dense. Walking into the fog would wake me up immediately and acted as a barrier to keep me out. This fog is no longer there or is much deeper into the forest than before. The second way was via The Everything. A realm of doors that could lead anywhere and one door lead to me waking up. My journal mentions that there was a room but it hurt my head to try and remember it. Both these ways were a seamless way of waking up in the morning. A couple minutes before my alarm went off and I had to start my day. The third way was more like waking up from a nightmare. It apparently happened often in the beginning. I was incredibly injured or killed by the monsters in the forest and would wake up in the middle of the night. Honestly I think that's what started my insomnia. Anyway the third way was the weirdest. Simply because I could vividly remember how it happened for at least a few weeks. I would always forget at some point but I think that's just my actual memory being bad. Also I have scars that match the different ways I was hurt in the dreams. Such as, a scar on my ankle that looks like a small stab wound. Everyone in my family would tell you that it just showed up one day. No one can tell you a day I injured my ankle enough to scar. Or when I wrote about a time I was cut across my right eyebrow by a monster. I have a scar on that eyebrow. But I've never injured it. One day a scar appeared and I have a small almost unnoticeable slit in that eyebrow. I remember the last time I got injured in a dream was the last dream I had before I stopped getting them. I had been looking at a picture or mural or something. I heard a ton of whispering that started to hurt my head and caused my nose to bleed heavily. I woke up that night choking on my blood.(I was like 12 so this has actually scarred me) My nose was bleeding so heavily that I had to go to the hospital. There was no cause that they could find-no underlying conditions,no injuries, nothing. The only explanation they had was that maybe it was dry and caused my nose to bleed. Ever since then I've been extremely susceptible to nose bleeds and my bed frame is still stained from the actual pool of blood from that night. So all in all? I hate my dreams but I also want to know what the hell is happening.

#weird dreams #recurring dream #scars #wtf is going on

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we-survive-endlessly · 2 years ago

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Here’s the first of two dream updates lol cuz I’ve been having so many dreams involving random Kpop dudes lately it’s hilarious.

The night before last night I had a dream that I was in a theatre that was inside of this huge mansion. Mujin from Kingdom and I were sitting and being all cute and coupley and at one point he was sitting in my lap. We were watching Dann and Ivan and some other random people perform but Dann and Ivan spent most of the time laughing at us. Suddenly this girl I went to elementary school with was sitting across the aisle was like mouthing to me “omg are you guys together?” All of the sudden the whole building shook. Mujin and I looked at each other like we immediately knew what was going on. He ran to try to gather people with Dann and Ivan to take them deeper into the house to safety while I ran outside. The mansion was on a comically small island and in the ocean around us I could see lava streaming around unnaturally. I did my whistle to call my dragon so we could get a better look but she didn’t come (also this is the second dream now where she hasn’t come and she ALWAYS comes so that’s freaky as hell) (also also, in my dreams my dragon is always named Saphira because I was obsessed with Eragon as a kid and that’s what I named my imaginary dragon when I would play lol)

Aaannnyyyway, this giant lava dragon creature is rising up out of the water and the lava is rising with it so I’m raising my arms and can feel my eyes glowing as I put up a force field like thing completely around the house, but it’s not really working because people are trying to run out of the house like they have no idea what they’re doing and I’m yelling at them to get back inside but it’s not working and the lava is getting closer and my nose starts bleeding from the amount of magic I’m using. I use the last of my strength to somehow transport the entire fucking mansion and everyone inside to like the woods in the middle of nowhere. I remember feeling relieved that everyone was now safe and felt myself in the dream passing out.

There was a time skip as I woke up inside the mansion instead of it the woods and I was walking around the house checking on people and looking for Mujin but I couldn’t find him and I was really starting to worry but then I woke up 😅

#yet another crazy ass dream #kingdom #mujin #Rae’s reams

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boosmom121 · 2 years ago

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So frustrated

So, my granddaughter fell and hit her nose. It was bleeding and her little eyes started turning black and blue. My daughter calls to see what she should do- now mind you we are 2000 miles away from them. I told her it was normal for all of that to happen and to hold her head back to stop the bleeding and put some ice on her nose. My husband- my daughter's dad- was asleep. He had told me yesterday he wanted to sleep all day today. He gets up early and works hard as a flight medic for the children's hospital. My daughter said she did what I suggested and thought everything was ok. Then a little later she called back and wanted me to wake her dad up so she could talk to him. I asked her had she called him. She said yes but he didn't answer. I told her that I knew if I woke him up he would just say she was fine so I didn't want to go wake him up and I knew if I woke him up he would be mad at me and I would have to deal with his wrath. My daughter got mad at me for not waking up her dad and hung up on me. So, I go and wake up her dad and ask him to please call his kid she is worried about our granddaughter. Just like I thought, he was very angry with me that I woke him up- now he had slept all night til 11:30 this morning and went and laid back down about 12:30 and it was 5 o'clock at this time so I thought surely he had been asleep long enough not to be too mad- I was wrong. I come downstairs and text my daughter and tell her that I woke him up and asked him to call and asked her if he had- she said no. about 10 minutes later he comes downstairs cussing at the dogs and throwing his phone on the table. Finally about 10 minutes after that he calls our daughter and talks to her and tells her everything is fine. Now my daughter is happy but he is still mad at me and I just feel like I can't win no matter what I do. Someone is going to be mad at me because for some reason I'm the one to be mad at?? I wish I wasn't the middle man in these situations. I know it is a no win situation for me.

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loveaffaire · 4 years ago

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Love Language

Pairing: Boyfriend!Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Even though Tom tells you that he loves you all the time, he has several other ways to show you that he loves you—really just Tom being a very loving, caring boyfriend.

Warnings/tags: mention of the pandemic, mention of a surgery, pure fluff, boyfriend!Tom

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: This photo is the whole reason that this fanfic now exists because Tom is giving off strong boyfriend vibes, enjoy🥺

You stared out of the huge window as you stood in the cold kitchen, swirling the spoon in the cup as your pretty little boyfriend, Tom, walked in the kitchen.

“Baby” he said, “I woke up alone” he complained.

You looked back at him to answer, “I had to use the washroom and then I couldn’t fall asleep so I just got up”

Tom nodded as he walked to where you were standing and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Why are you swirling the spoon in your milk?”

You let out a soft giggle, “I’m mixing sugar in my milk”

“Oh,” he frowned his eyebrows as he rested his chin on your shoulder, “don’t have too much sugar”

You walked to the kitchen sink to keep the spoon down as you turned around to take a look at Tom, “I’m 23”

“Sugar can affect anyone” he shrugged his shoulders as he opened the refrigerator to take out the ingredients to make pancakes.

“Touché” you said, sitting down on the kitchen counter.

“Did you take your vitamins?” Tom asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“I forgot” you said and before Tom could scold you, you quickly said, “I’ll take them right now”

You scurried across the kitchen to open the small cupboard to take out your vitamins and gulped them down with the milk.

“I don’t mind reminding you to take them but what if I’m not here some day” Tom shook his head as he waited for you to answer.

“What do you mean by if you’re not here some day?” You stared at him stunned.

“No, no, I don’t mean it like that!” Tom hurried to you as he almost laughed, “I didn’t mean I won’t be here like that, I meant what if I’m at work”

“Oh”

“Yeah, like that,” Tom chuckled.

“You scared me” you frowned, gently hitting his shoulder.

“I worry about your health” Tom whispered as he gave you a small peck, “so don’t forget to take your vitamins, please”

“I promise, I won’t” you mumbled against his lips.

Tom taking care of your health and keeping a check on if you’re taking your vitamins is his way of showing you that he loves you.

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Even though you consider yourself a huge introvert, the lockdown was kind of killing you. It has been a whole year in this lockdown and it was finally getting to you. The tragedies that were happening around the world because of the pandemic was breaking your heart and you thanked the heavens for keeping you and your family safe every time you watched the news.

Tom and you both had work from home now and even though you were thankful for being in the comfort of your home, the chair in your home office was starting to kill you and you desperately wanted to leave the house, even if it was just for a little while.

As you sat in your home office, typing away on your laptop, you huffed. It was so late and you were so tired, your back was killing you and you were pretty sure that your lip was bleeding by now because of biting on it too much.

You heard a knock on the door and then it was slowly pushed open, revealing Tom. He peeked inside of the room, his eyes landing on you as his lips stretched in a small smile.

“Can I come in?” He whispered.

“Yeah” you softly said, you twisted on your chair to face Tom as he approached you with a tea cup.

“I got you tea” he said, carefully putting down the cup on your table so as to not spill any liquid on your work stuff.

Your heart melted as you stared at his tired face. He bent down to give you a quick peck but you cupped his face in your hands before he could pull away. You gave him a chaste kiss, moving to his cheeks, you littered small kisses on his cheekbones.

“You just had a meeting, right?” You asked.

“Yes, I did” Tom nodded, his hands coming up to your shoulders to massage them.

“And instead of relaxing after it, you made me tea?”

Tom smiled against your lips, “I know you’ve been tired, just wanted to take care of ya”

You smiled as you pulled him down further, he was half sitting on your chair now, “if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to leave,” Tom laughed.

“I love you, thank you” you said as you nudged your nose to his, he softly giggled.

“Anything for you, I’ll do anything for you” Tom said sincerely.

You bit your lips as you stared at him lovingly, “stop biting your lip and come to bed when you get over with work” Tom said as he softly pulled at your bottom lip with his thumb.

“I’ll be waiting for you” he said as he got up, slipping out of the room and shutting the door behind.

Tom making you tea even though he’s just as tired as you is his way of showing you that he loves you.

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“Hi baby” Tom gushed when you slipped under the covers.

“Hi” you whispered, laying down on the bed and opening your arms for Tom.

He moved closer to you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and softly kissing your neck.

“You smell good” you hummed, your face pressed to his soft brown curls.

“I used your shampoo today” he whipped his face up to look into your eyes.

“And also my conditioner,” you said, taking another sniff of his hair.

Tom laughed as he agreed with you. He pressed his face into your chest as his hand snaked under your camisole.

“Tom” you muttered, pulling at his arm to stop him.

You had a kidney stone surgery months ago and that surgery left a pretty big scar on the side of your stomach. Even though it’s been 5 months to it, you still didn’t like how it scarred your body and Tom knew that very well.

You didn’t change your clothes with the lights on anymore and sometimes you wouldn’t even take off your night dress when Tom made love to you.

“What?” Tom huffed.

“Don’t do that” you said as you pulled down your camisole.

“Y/N, I told you, the scar is nothing to be worried about” Tom pulled his body up as he looked up at you.

“It’s ugly” you whispered.

“It’s not-” Tom sat up straight as he held your hand in his huge ones.

“Listen to me, you struggled with something and fought it, the scar shows that you’re brave. You were so strong to go through a wholeass surgery and you didn’t even cry, not even once”

You smiled as you heard Tom ramble, he went on, “hell, do you know I was crying in the waiting room and Harry was laughing at me. He said that if I’m crying about a normal surgery then I’d probably pass out when we’ll have a baby”

“We’ll have a baby?” You asked with your hand on your heart, he was just so cute.

“What- I mean- yeah in the future” you raised your eyebrows at him and Tom’s cheeks flushed red, “but that’s not the point, the point is that-”

Tom sighed as he lifted your camisole and you let him, he gently traced your scar as he bent down to give your scar a soft kiss.

“This scar isn’t ugly, it’s beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful” he praised.

“Okay, please stop” you said as you covered your face with your hands, “I’m gonna start crying”

Tom laughed as he moved up to your face and pressed a kiss to your lips. You hummed in the kiss, content with how the conversation ended up.

Tom kissing your scar and telling you how beautiful you are is his way of showing you that he loves you.

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Tom always had this strong urge to cuddle you in the middle of his sleep so even when he would be in a deep slumber, he would always always always want to hold you as you both slept.

And that was what he was trying to do right now, he switched from his left side to his right side and stretched out his arm to find your body to grab and pull in.

But as he mindlessly felt your side of the bed with his hand, your body was nowhere to be found. He barely opened his eyes to peek, only to see your body almost hanging off at the side of the bed.

You must have moved on the further right side and now you were close to falling off the bed. As Tom realised that you were going to fall, he quickly sat up and scooped your body in his strong arms, pulling you away from the side of the bed.

“Tom” you mumbled in your sleep.

“You were gonna fall off the bed, baby” he mumbled back as he settled you in the middle of the bed.

He pulled the covers over both of your bodies as he wrapped his arms around you to cuddle.

You gently smiled in your half asleep state, “oh”

Tom sighed in happiness as he kissed your shoulder, his body relaxing as sleep took over him again.

Tom saving you from falling off the bed and on your ass in the middle of the night is his way of showing you that he loves you.

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allmyspideys · 4 years ago

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a poe dameron x reader angst that ends with fluff maybe 🥺👉👈

Hi okay so i took this in a little bit of a different way and our “angst” is more like bickering coworkers aka enemies to wounded to… lovers :) i hope this is okay! If it’s not, just ask again and i’ll give you some real angst! Requests are still open btw lovies!!

“Dameron!” You yelled, hopping down from your x-wing, not even waiting for a ladder. Across the hanger Poe Dameron stood with his stupid little hands on his hips with his stupid big head back laughing with the other members of his team.

“Poe!” You yelled again as you marched your way over to him. The little crowd that had grown around him quickly dissipated when they saw you coming. It wasn’t that you had a reputation per se, it was more that you had a reputation with Poe and no one wanted to be close enough to accidentally get caught in the crossfire.

Poe smirked as he saw you coming, trying to ignore the fact that his heart picked up a little bit when he saw you jump out of your x-wing and immediately call his name. He liked the way his name sounded coming out of your mouth, but he would never tell you that.

“Captain,” he said cooly, “that was some good flying out there today”.

“Yeah,” you chided, voice thick with sarcasm and spite, “well I was the only team leader that had some good flying”.

Poe gave a little chuckle before turning and beginning to walk away. He unzipped his flight suit and tied the sleeves around his waist. You faltered for a second, caught up by the way Poe’s tanned and shiny skin rippled over his muscles as he pulled down the sleeves. You couldn’t help but ogle at the contrast between his soft black tank top stretching across the peak of his shoulder. Just for a second you allowed yourself to imagine those arms wrapped around you in comfort, or being used to pin you against something harder, but you shook yourself out of that daydream. It was Poe Dameron after all and there were nicer men in the Resistance than him.

“Don’t you walk away from me Dameron,” you spat, falling in step closely behind, ignoring the voice in your head that told you to flat tire your Commander, “you could have killed someone today! You were reckless and dangerous-”

“Listen Gold Leader, I knew what I was doing and I knew where you were. It was just a flyby,” Poe said, maintaining his cool attitude, “Now go get a few drinks with your team. I know they miss you”.

You tried to hold your tongue, you really did, but there was just something about Poe Dameron and chilled out attitude to everything stupid and cocky he did. It had been building for a while, but mentioning your team was the last straw and you just snapped.

“Well Black Leader, maybe someone else should be leading your team,” you spat, voice full of venom, “instead of someone with a superiority complex with the sole focus on himself”.

Poe spun around and his face was just as angry as yours. It surprised you and caused you to stumble back a little bit, but Poe’s arm reached out around your waist and pulled you close. If it were any other situation, both you and Poe would be reveling in the mutual warmth raiding off of one another and committing the closeness of one another to memory.

“Enough Captain,” Poe noted the way your face showed a flash of fear before returning to stubborn anger, “I am your Commander and you will respect my orders. Now go be with your team and don’t speak to me like that again,” the tension was palpable, but only the quick flick of your eyes to Poe’s lips would have given away that it was because of anything other than the argument you were having, “Is that understood?”. Poe leaned closer on each word, so that his breath was hot on your face and hand warm around your back. In any other situation it could have been hot and enjoyable to have him that close.

You gave a dry chuckle, “Pulling rank,” you leaned closer to Poe’s face, “You only do this because you know I’m right”.

Poe tried to think of a retort, but his mind was consumed by the fact that your lips were mere centimeters away from his. He could only think about the way your nose was flaring out of anger in the same way it flared when you laughed with your team. He wanted to say something, but the notice of your hand on his chest radiating warmth short circuited his brain and he just could think of anything other than you. Poe’s eyes scanned your face for any indication that you were feeling the same way he was and landed on your lips.

At that moment, BB-8 bumped into Poe’s feet, causing him to let go and pull away. He looked over you one last time before turning away again.

“Go be with your team Commander,” he said, sauntering away.

You were both so stubborn and hotheaded, though it showed in different ways. For every instance that you were organized, Poe was impulsive and for every time that Poe was calculating, you were there to point out every flaw. There was a time that Leia thought you’d make a good team. That’s why she appointed you Gold Leader to work with Poe as Black Leader, but the first time she saw you in a meeting, she quickly realized that she was wrong. All you did was bicker, both needing to be right, but Leia knew that one day you’d agree and make one hell of a stubborn decisive team. She knew that Poe would run headfirst into battle if you were hurt and you’d lay down entire armies if it meant getting to Poe. Leia wasn’t the only one to see it, but she was the first to see that behind all the bitterness, there was so much care and concern for the other. It just needed to be brought out, and one day it would.

It happened for Poe first. Poe knew he cared about you, and that he was attracted to you, but he also knew that your moments of stubbornness were very annoying. In that though, you were the only person he allowed to speak to him as you did. Maybe no one else had a reason to yell at him or maybe no one else had the guts, but if anyone else tried, Poe knew that he wouldn’t like it because that was reserved for you. He liked that about you, but he also really didn’t like that too.

Poe knew that you needed to work on your x-wing and he did too, so after asking around your team, he found out exactly when you’d be in the hanger. So the night before, he moved his x-wing right next to yours, so you’d have to share a toolbox and at least talk about that.

You were still pissed off about Poe pulling rank on you and hadn’t spoken to him more than you had to in the weeks following and Poe missed you. He missed talking about new x-wing parts and upgrades. He missed the way your eyes would light up when you talked about your home planet. He even missed the teasing bickering. It all brought so much joy to him. He was going to make sure that his plan worked and that he got to talk to you again.

Poe was working on his x-wing long before you were; he wanted to look like he had planned it before you did, so he could tease you about always finding him. Poe liked to tease you to watch you roll your eyes and flash him a little smirk.

Poe looked up at the sound of your footsteps across the hanger. He was beautiful. The way his wild curls were fully unruly and fluffy made you want to run to him and just run your fingers through his hair. His fingers were covered in grease and arms glistening with sweat. He was wearing that stupid black tank top again that fully showed off his arms and numbed your brain a little bit. As you got closer, you could see the glint of happiness in Poe’s eyes as he tried to shove down the smile that was threatening to burst out of him purely from seeing you.

As you walked by him, Poe called out to you, “When I saw your x-wing parked next to mine I knew you’d come running to see me,” he finally flashed you his big grin causing you to smile a little too, “you just couldn’t help yourself huh.”

“Not when it comes to you, baby,” you quipped back, giving Poe a little bump. Calling him baby was a common joke between you two, but every time it gave a flurry of flutters in Poe’s stomach and he longed for you to call him baby for real. He wanted to hear you call him baby when you woke up in the middle of the night and wanted more cuddles. He wanted you to call him baby as you held his head against your chest after a long mission. He didn’t know that you wanted that too.

Very quickly you fell into a gentle conversation, talking about everything from BB-8 asking for a new antenna and the droid you were looking at getting, to telling Poe more about your homeland and him telling you about his mom. Every now and then you’d ask Poe, “could you pass me …” and every time Poe’s breath would stop for the split second that his hand brushed yours and you gave him a wide smile and a thanks.

As you reached into your x-wing, something sliced your hand and you immediately jumped back, clamping your other hand over it, trying to stop the bleeding before it started.

“Oh dear Maker!” you shouted, face scrunching up in pain. Immediately, Poe was at your side, hands already starting to run over yours, looking for anything that was wrong.

“Here, use my bandanna to hold pressure,” he said, trying to move your hands out of the way to see the cut. You held the bandana over your finger, but started trying to move away from Poe. Every step and turn you took, Poe countered.

“Could you just stop and go get me the first aid kit,” you yelled at him. Poe ran to grab it and came back to you immediately trying to fix you up again.

“Poe stop!” Poe’s deep brown eyes flicked up to yours and you could see the concern in his eyes. You’d never actually seen Poe worried about you. Sure, you had heard about Poe asking your teammates how you were doing or how a mission went, but it was never to your face. Seeing it sparked something deep inside of you, a warmth that made you regret snapping at him.

“I can do it myself,” you whispered, looking down, unable to look him in the eye.

“I know,” Poe tilted your chin up, so he could see your beautiful face, “but you don’t have to”. Poe’s voice was so warm and full of care, that you looked back up at him to see something more than just concern, but you couldn’t quite tell what it was. Poe knew what it was. He hadn’t wanted to admit it to himself for a long time, but finally, the love he had for you broke through. Poe loved you and he wanted you to know.

Poe put as much love as he possibly could into gently wiping away the blood and cleaning up your wound, muttering a small “sorry” when you hissed at the pain. The love he was feeling fueled his hands wrapping yours in gauze and fueled his lips as he gave your palm a small kiss.

“All better,” he said, resisting the urge to lean down and give your head a small kiss too as he put away the first aid kit.

Poe knew that he loved you, but you just felt warm and fuzzy and confused, unwilling to let yourself think that Poe Dameron could view you as anything other than his inferior that he shoved in your face only a few weeks prior. Part of you wanted to hold onto that feeling, letting the warmth from Poe’s hands on yours linger, but the other part wanted to shove the warmth spreading through your chest from the care that Poe gave you so far down. You thought you had, but every now and again, Poe would flash you a smile from across a hanger and your cheeks would get warm with the spreading warmth from your heart.

You’d never tell anyone, but you really didn’t need to. Leia saw it immediately. She saw the way that Poe would gently grab your wrist as you yelled at him for something stupid he had done. She watched the way he would lean back in his chair, resigned to accept whatever you were giving him. She saw that meetings started to go more and more smoothly as you would actually listen to each other and build a plan, together. Leia even saw the few times Poe pulled you aside to apologize for getting too heated when you two did disagree.

Is kind of sad that it took Poe getting seriously hurt for you to willingly admit it, but all is fair in love and war. You were never told what actually happened, but the second that Snap ran into your room telling you that Poe was hurt, you set off running. Snap followed closely behind rattling off the whole story, but all you heard were words. You heard him say “Poe was fixing your ship” and that was the last thing that registered; you’re only thought was getting to Poe.

After pushing your way through people and mumbling excuse me, you finally saw him. Poe was laying on a little cot, right above the ground in the hanger. His whole arm was covered in blood from a gash that no one could get to stop bleeding. You heard someone say that Medical was on their way, but when you locked eyes with Poe, it was like everyone else completely disappeared. You heard your heart beating in your ears as that familiar warmth started to consume your chest.

Poe looked into your eyes and saw that same look you saw in his. It was concern and a little something more, but this time, Poe knew exactly what that little something was. It was love. He knew it and now you knew it too.

“Captain,” he said, still using that annoying chill attitude, “come to see me off?”

You knew it was a joke and that he was talking about Medical guaranteeably grounding him for a while, but it felt too much like death. Tears sprung to your eyes as you thought about losing the love so soon after you finally admitted it.

“Shut up Dameron,” you commanded with a sad chuckle. You got on the ground to lean in close to Poe’s face. “You’re gonna be fine”.

Poe gave you his infamous smile, warming your whole body once again. You noted the way Poe’s eyes crinkled and nose scrunched up a little bit when he smiled. You wanted to see that face everyday. You wanted to wake up next to that face and jump out of your x-wing just to see that face grinning at you across the hanger. You wanted Poe.

“Careful Gold Leader, someone might think you actually like me,” Poe chided. Poe’s grin grew wider as he saw you break out into a little smirk. He would do anything to see that smile, even if it meant teasing you when just breathing was taking up so much of his energy.

You reached out to lace your fingers with Poe’s and gave him a little squeeze. Of course you liked him, everyone knew that, but not everyone knew that you loved him. Though if they looked at the two of you sitting there, they’d know immediately. Poe’s eyes were bright, staring deep into your loving ones, both with a wide smile despite the physical pain, your hands now bloody from trying to help as much as you could, and most importantly, the complete bliss of being that near each other. It may have taken you far longer than it should have to admit to yourself that you loved Poe Dameron, but once you did, there was no going back, and honestly, you didn’t want to.

“And what if I wanted someone to know that I love you,” you asked. Your eyes were still so full of love, but your nervous smile gave you away. Poe felt like he was floating; he knew you loved him because he felt it every time you interacted, but finally hearing you say it made his whole world seem better. Poe reached up to cup your face, but pulled back slightly because he didn’t want to get any blood on you, but blood washes off and your love did not, so you leaned your face into his palm, recognizing the radiating care that flowed from all of Poe’s touches.

“Then I would tell someone that I love you too,” Poe’s voice was laced with love and adoration. It made you feel so incredibly warm and fuzzy, loved and supported, and lucky. It may have taken a long time full of bickering and frustration, but Poe Dameron was guaranteeably your best friend, and you were so happy to be in love with him.

As Leia looked onto the scene unfolding in front of her, she knew that you were finally the team you were meant to be. She knew that you would hunt across the galaxy if it meant finding Poe. There would still be bickering and teasing, but that’s where the love began, and at the end of the day, Poe would hold you in his arms and remind you of all the sweet things he loved about you.

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atinyidea · 4 years ago

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Heartworm | Choi San

n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smouldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire.

⟶ college!au, best friend!san, brother!seonghwa, friends to lovers!au, kinda very spicy but there’s no actual smut, there’s mentions of underage drinking and sexual encounters, everything is consentual!

⟶ appellation series masterlist

⟶ 5.7k words

600 special prompt for my lovely soul partner @san–shine, its like 50 years late and I know she no longer is active on this blog but I wanted to keep this.

42: “Exactly how drunk was I?”

49: “Good morning, sunshine.”

☞ When you were younger, you knew you were one-hundred per cent in love with your best friend, Choi San. However, because he was also, in fact, your brother’s best friend and you were a sixteen-year-old rebel adamant to never admit your feelings, you had to watch as he got his first girlfriend during a party Seonghwa had thrown for you. Now, years later and in the middle of college, you find yourself in a familiar setting: a party thrown for you by your brother and Choi San looking as breathtaking as he always does.

☞ moodboard

Just to be clear, when you woke up, you hadn’t expected your brother to announce that there was going to be a party held at your house for your twenty-second birthday. Your brother, being the kind and loving brother he was, had yet again used your birthday as an excuse to throw a house party, even though it wasn’t even your birthday until tomorrow. Seonghwa liked to use your birthday, the date falling in the last week of the summer holidays, as a way to gather all your combined friends as some sort of final summer get-together before the school year began again. You weren’t particularly against them, the end of summer parties becoming a little tradition after the fourth year running, and the fact that they were held at your house meant you could just go to bed any time you wanted. [ thank you sound-proofed home as per your mothers request due to your fathers’ noise-making habits from his job as a musician. ] Though it wasn’t like you knew anyone who would be throwing a house party you couldn’t just walk home from.

You did not know how many drinks you had consumed, alcoholic or otherwise, but the setting you found yourself in was giving you very explicit pangs of nostalgia to the first time you and your brother had thrown one of these parties. Your current situation was not unlike the situations you had been in before. You weren’t ashamed to say that you liked to have fun with your relationships: romantic, platonic or the just-once ones. It wasn’t unusual for you to be found in someone’s lap around midnight; the last party happened to be a beautiful girl named Soojin, the party before that was a guy whose name you hadn’t bothered to remember. However, the person’s lap who you sat in usually was not your best friend, Choi San’s. Not the San you spent the better half of your life burying romantic feelings for because he was Seongwha’s friend first. Not the San, your eyes couldn’t help watch whenever he was near. You made a promise to yourself since that one time when you had just turned sixteen, the one time you found yourself on his lap. [ A promise you made to deny your feelings because the very next day, he had gotten a girlfriend who was definitely not you. ]

At seventeen years old, San knew he was still a stupid and hormonal teenage boy. He practically got nose bleeds anytime he remotely saw a girl's lower back or tummy, their exposed thighs or neck: he knew he could be a perverted little shit. Still, having a girl for a best friend meant that he also knew what was respectful and what was just disgusting – thinking back on it, he was grateful for his friendship with you for teaching him from a young age how to treat girls with proper respect. [ Mainly because you would whack his head or punch him in the balls whenever he said something inappropriate or did something stupid. ] But, also at sixteen, San knew that he was also sorta-kinda-probably in love with his best friend’s sister. [ Who was also his best friend… was it possible to have more than one best friend? ]

During the summer of your sixteenth, Seonghwa’s eighteenth and his seventeenth birthdays, San and his family had gone overseas for an extended holiday. His father had received a promotion, and his mother struck lucky in her weekly lottery draw, so he hadn’t been there to witness the gradual changes to your body. It wasn’t like San wasn’t attracted to you before [ not that either of you knew what the fuck attraction was before ] but when you came to the airport to pick him up with your father, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to look at another girl ever again. [ Of course, that was an overdramatic thought since he proceeded to have girlfriends that weren’t you but the thought of you truly never left his mind. ]

The day of your sixteenth birthday party was something he would always remember clearly. He remembered the way you hugged him for a solid five minutes when he got to your house in the early morning, complaining about how your parents would still be away for another few days, and your brother refused to even hug you on your birthday. [ Seonghwa’s excuse was that it was your birthday tomorrow, and that was when you could claim the birthday hug. ] Secretly, he wished you would tell him you hugged him simply because you wanted to have him close. He remembered how Seonghwa had launched into a story from his last house party (one for the seniors that only he was invited to, but the stories were fun nevertheless) as he attempted to make pancakes at your request. You had bounced your way to your favourite countertop space and jumped up to sit there, right in front of the fridge, because it was the only place that was both cool and warm [ “exactly the right temperature” ] in the entire kitchen. He remembered the way his body slotted between your legs, his back to your chest as the two of you shared a vodka-and-coke at ten-in-the-morning. His mind was restlessly deciding if it was okay to lay his hands on your knees or calves, inevitably switching between the two places every five minutes. It hadn’t felt weird but natural as all three of you shared hearty laughs and then partially burnt pancakes.

[ He remembered when he had given you the small-and-terribly-wrapped box that held your present, egging you on to open it a day early. The way your face lit up as you lifted a thin silver chained sunflower charm bracelet into the air would forever be imprinted on his eyes – your eyes sparkling and lips twitching up into a wide grin as you thanked him seven times. The gentle tone of your voice as you asked him to help you put it on because for some reason, you couldn’t put clasped bracelets on for the life of you, was saved like a voice note in his brain. “You remembered,” you had whispered once he was settled back between your legs, “that sunflowers were my favourite, I mean.” The brush of your lips on his cheek lined the walls of his heart as it threatened to shatter through his ribs. ]

As a sixteen-year-old San knew that you probably shouldn’t’ve had as much alcohol as you had that night. However, as a seventeen-year-old San also didn’t care as long as you were having fun. It was not the first time you consumed alcohol, but it was the first time you’d had enough to get drunk from it. It was your sixteenth birthday party after all, and neither your brother nor your best friend had any objections when you grabbed the first vodka-and-coke at ten in the morning while you got ready. So now, at almost eleven at night, you had had more than ten of those drinks, and you could honestly say you weren’t sure if you’d remember anything from this night at all. The hours went by in a blur, and soon three drinks had turned into eight as you dragged San to your room to decide on an outfit for the night. He remembered the way his throat constricted as you strolled out from your bathroom in a neon green crop top and the pair of flare jeans you always wore. Ultimately San thought he would’ve preferred that outfit to the one you settled on – a black denim mini-skirt with a matching jacket on top of a simple t-shirt with a neon rainbow painted across the chest. The sliver of skin showing from the crop top was way less tempting than the muscle of your thighs, mainly since that was your exact plan for the outfit.

“You look good,” he had said, swallowing gulps of air and saliva when you asked, “you’d still look good in a potato sack,” he complimented you as you twirled on the spot and gifted him with a brilliant grin that simply took his breath away.

“We match!” You all but squealed when you took note of the black denim jacket San wore over his t-shirt with a neon rainbow across the chest.

He hadn’t even noticed.

His memory started to get hazy around drink number thirteen. He couldn’t remember how or what events had led to the current situation, [ or which room the two of you were actually in that was both not your bedroom and also not inhabited by literally anyone else ], but he certainly was not complaining. You were so close to him he could smell the faintest scent of your vanilla and cinnamon shampoo and conditioner you had used the day before, the slightest whiff of your jasmine scented perfume [ the one you always wore, the one he bought you your first bottle of ] and the sweetly bitter smell of cherry coke and vodka on your breath. His hands seemed glued to your lower back and hips, palms almost moulded to your skin like he were a sculptor, and you were his latest masterpiece. Your legs either side of his own, wrapping around him possessively, like he was yours and only yours, and he let you, using his hands to pull you closer to him like you were his and only his. Your faces were so close he could feel each hot exhale of breath hitting his lips, and when they stopped as you shivered and whined, he couldn’t help the way his lips tilted upwards into a smirk. The way you attempted to wire your mouth shut not to make a sound wasn’t effective, seeing as he heard all three of your whines, each one getting more prolonged and higher in pitch as the two of you continued your ministrations. His hips wanted to jut up into you. Still, he forced his movements to be as slow and smooth as possible, wanting to feel every way you would come undone above him, but when his gaze flickered across your face. He spotted the small trickle of blood falling from your lips; it was like everything that had just happened had disappeared.

From your recollection, you only remembered specific parts of that night. Your legs had been situated on either side of his thighs, your arms wrapped around his neck as his palms slowly pushed up the small of your back to pull your body closer to his. Your faces were so close you could physically see the connection between the two of you, yet neither of you pushed forward enough to make that connection real and tangible. [ You wanted to, God, you wanted to kiss him right then more than anything. Why didn’t you kiss him then? ] San’s hands felt hot against your skin, his fingertips slowly moving to draw a masterpiece on your back. You shivered slightly as a slight breeze floated around the sliver of exposed skin where your shirt had ridden up. Your eyes were drawn to San’s lips as they twitched up into a slight smirk; his own eyes flickered to watch you watch him. Neither of you had said a word to each other for almost half an hour, drunkenly pushing at the limits between your friendship with nothing but burning touches and delicate twists of hips.

You subconsciously sucked your bottom lip into the confines of your teeth, but you willingly bit down harshly to stop a sly whine from escaping your lips as San had the cocky idea to roll his pelvis into yours as he held you in place with his hands on your hips. Apparently, you had bitten down way too hard because the next thing you knew was that San’s playful smirk had evaporated into a concerned frown. He lifted a hand from your hip – the sudden rush of cold where his hand previously was leaving you feeling a sense of loss – to your lip, his thumb tugging your lip back out.

“You’re bleeding,” he mumbled, thumb coming away with a smear of blood moulding into his fingerprint. The taste of blood in your mouth was unexpected and had sent you reeling. You almost flew off of his lap and practically ran to your bedroom’s bathroom to inspect the damage. There was a tear in the side of your bottom lip. [ The side of your lip you always bit out of habit, so the skin was thinner there than the rest of your lip. ] Against your better judgment – the rational part of your brain was too drunk at that moment – you settled your tongue against the fresh cut. Finching away from yourself at the unexpected [ which really should’ve been expected ] pain, you decided that there was nothing you could do to help soothe it. After twenty minutes, that felt like two, of staring at yourself in the mirror, you finally shrugged and made your way back into the heart of the party.

As an almost sixteen-year-old, you knew you were just coming into figuring out your body and the emotions of more physical relationships as you grew into it. You knew you had grown up a little (a lot) over the summer, your chest filling out from a b-cup to a c-cup, your lanky figure could no longer be considered lanky as your limbs gained muscle, fat and tone, creating a new full and curvy figure. Your mother had been ecstatic when you came to her asking how to style clothes to fit your ‘new’ figure as it meant the two of you could go shopping [ one of her favourite activities ], and you could find your style that both suited your body and personality. You did have to admit that your style didn’t change much; you still loved a sturdy flannel shirt [ always oversized though, now you tended to wear it open with a form-fitting crop top or spaghetti-strap top underneath to show off your chest and waist ] and you still loved your favourite pair of flare jeans enough to wear them almost every other day, [ the one with the painted sunflower over the back pocket. ] You also loved pleated mini skirts and knee-high socks or a simple loose-form-fitting dress with lycra cycle shorts underneath. You didn’t like the emotional side of your summer changes, though and, while you were new to the whole attraction thing, the one person you definitely didn’t feel anything remotely romantic for was your best friend. [ Well, maybe you did, but he was Seonghwa’s friend first, and that was a no-go… and perhaps you wanted to reject the way your heart turned into butterflies when you saw him at the airport… and maybe you just weren’t ready to put those feelings into words, so you denied them instead. ]

Your best friend whose lap you were just sat on, grinding your hips into his with your noses touching. Your best friend who was now kissing another girl [a beautiful girl who was named Hyemi, she was in Seonghwa’s class and also happened to live across the road… she was always nice to you and you couldn’t find it in you to dislike her even as your stomach knotted and twisted into something green with envy ] in the middle of the kitchen. You wouldn’t remember how long you stood there, watching the two of them kiss like a complete and utter creep, and you wouldn’t remember the look San gave you as he noticed the sway of your hair as you retreated out of the kitchen with a frown on your brow.

You did not fancy your best friend, and you definitely did not care that he was kissing Hyemi in front of the fridge. [ The fridge he stood between your legs in front of literal hours ago. ] Lastly, you definitely did not feel like crying as your mind reminded you about two different memories of earlier that day – one of you sat on the counter opposite that exact fridge with San leaning back into you as he gave you the sunflower charm bracelet that wrapped around your wrist, watching Seonghwa attempt to make you birthday pancakes. The second the memory of his hands burning up your skin, the way his lips tilted into a smirk when you shivered under his hold and the way you inflicted pain to yourself in an attempt not to whine with pleasure at the way he moved his hips.

It was too raw, and now you just wanted to forget.

San’s brain refused to calculate time because one minute his hand was reaching for your bloodied lip and the next you were gone, and San was back in the kitchen getting you a glass of water [ and then he was kissing another girl in front of the fridge he rested between your legs literal hours ago. ] San wouldn’t remember what their conversation had been, only that this girl, Hyemi, was older than him and had just asked him out. He wouldn’t remember the exact way her grin turned a little too malicious to be sincere. He would, however, remember the way your hair flew over your shoulder as you spun away from the scene involving him; he would remember the way his eyes followed your figure all the way into the embrace of your brother as you shallowly smiled and stole his drink [ and he would remember the way his chest seemed to ache at that simple action. ]

Hyemi became his girlfriend at that same party; you didn’t even know they knew each other. He didn’t even know why he said yes.

And here you were, on the penultimate night before your twenty-second birthday, in the lap of your best friend. His relationship with Hyemi had lasted six months, and he had gotten six more significant others in the seven-year gap from then til now but, right then, he was single, and you were in his lap. You had flopped down over the side of a two-seater couch; eyes screwed shut with laughter, so you didn’t realise who was sat on said couch – or that anyone was – until your head made contact with their thigh. [ Their thigh was very comfy to lay on, which was the first thing your brain commented on. ] When you looked up and met eyes with San, a small [ tiny really, in no way visible to the person who knew you best and where to look for a blush – finding it immediately ] blush was growing warmly over your cheeks.

“Hey there,” He grinned, setting down his plastic cup, [ more like throwing it over his shoulder, not caring that it hit someone since it was mostly empty anyway ] and poking your nose gently just to watch the way it would scrunch up. His fingers were moving from your nose to his ear to make sure the roll-up cigarette that was balanced there hadn’t fallen.

“Hi,” you giggled, your legs curling up to your chest, making you look like a contorted cat as your feet still dangled slightly over the arm of the chair. After a few seconds, your fingers started twitching and settled on playing with the fabric of his shirt. It was the same rainbow one he wore to your sixteenth party, matching the one you were wearing too. The both of you had grown out of them, San settling on cutting it into a crop top and you doing the same, [ since you were the one who had actually cut San’s shirt and decided to continue and do yours, so you matched again. ] His shirt gave little to cover, showing off his abdominals and tummy [ and the slight happy trail peeking out from the waistband of his jeans ] proudly and only just covering his pectorals. Your own shirt was cut higher, stopping just above the curve of your breasts. Still, your own torso was covered in a neon green fishnet bodysuit [ not that it left anything to the imagination, your torso was still on show ] that was tucked into your signature flare pants which now rode a little low on your hips and the sunflower on the back was more than a little faded.

“What are you doing?” He asked with an amused grin, [ complemented with the subtle raise of a singular eyebrow… Gods, why was he so attractive? ] one hands fingers starting to twist in the loose strands of your short hairstyle. It was nice. [ The touch of his hands against your hair was excellent, the slight tug of the strands against your skull felt really nice. ]

“Taking a break. Siyeon, Minji and Yunho broke out the karaoke machine, and they're playing the song shots game.” You replied as if it explained everything. [ It actually kind of did, San recalled you once telling him that the chaotic energy of that particular trio and the song shots game gave you awful headaches. And you hated having headaches when you were drinking because it made you nauseous. And when you were nauseous and drunk, you tended to go have a smoke, which you were trying extremely hard to stop doing for the sake of your father, who also used to smoke and now had lung problems. So, San understood your meaning. ] “What about you?”

San had to take a minute to think. Just what was he doing? Why was he so out of it today? In his heart, San knew the answer, but he hadn’t unlocked that treasure chest just yet. [ He was tired of watching you be semi-intimate with people that weren’t him… Which he refused to admit. Because both of you were pinning assholes in denial. ] Finally, even though it had only been a minute, he replied with a simple “I’m just… sitting.”

“Oh?” You asked, now it was your turn to raise the amused eyebrow, “just sitting?”

“Sitting... and thinking.”

“About what?”

“You.” The word was out faster than San’s brain had time to process what he’d said. However, now he had said it, he wasn’t going to deny it. Was it the small amount of alcohol in his system? [ It was the way your eyes widened a little as you looked up at him from your place in his lap, fingers twisting in his shirt and lips falling open ever so slightly. ]

“Me?” Your pitch ascended as the volume of your voice diminished.

“Yeah, you!” He grinned, tone equally as quiet but still showing enthusiasm, moving his free hand to boop your nose.

“What about me?”

San’s fingers in your hair froze at your question, his mind whirring with any kind of answer that wouldn’t cross the line into confession territory wherein he would lose your friendship indefinitely, but after one look at the serious longing look in your eye, he decided he would ‘man up’ [ the phrase making him cringe as soon as he thought it… the connotation of the word being so outdated and, for someone who grew up with a very stubborn girl in his life, San wondered why society hadn’t come up with a suitable alternative to the phrase ] and just tell you.

So he did.

“Do you remember what happened between us at your sixteenth party?” He asked, seemingly changing the conversation topic. Confused but going with it, a slight blush warming your cheeks, you nodded, and he took that as permission to continue, “I can’t stop thinking about it.” His voice was nothing louder than a whisper, you should’ve had to strain your ears to hear him, but at that moment, it was like all other sounds and distractions faded from the scene. Your breath hitched as you simply stared up into his eyes, his pupils dilated, almost taking over the beautiful swirling colour of his irises [ making his eyes look darker than usual, more intense than expected, and for a second, you swore your heart stopped ].

“What about it?” Your question was innocent enough, but the way you said it gave way to other ideas. Your voice was soft and breathy, like you weren’t getting enough oxygen, and like San, the words weren’t said above a whisper. Afterwards, you bit down softly on your bottom lip [ unintentional on your part, it was just a habit of yours, to be honest ], minutely sucking it in, and San’s focus shifted to watch your lips specifically.

“I’m thinking about how much I’d like to do it again.”

“You want to kiss me?”

“If you’d let me.”

“Please kiss me.” You whispered, more a statement rather than a question or demand. And so he did, leaning forward to reach you, head still in his lap, [ it felt like a slow-motion scene in a movie, but it couldn’t have been longer than two seconds before his lips were flush against yours ]. It was not the first time the two of you had kissed, but it was the first time you had kissed since becoming official adults — it felt different.

It felt good.

His lips were soft, and his kiss was gentle, at least it was at first. As the seconds ticked on, the kiss grew more intense, the soft brush of his lips pressed harder into you, his hands running over your body to pull you up to him. Your arms threaded around his neck, stretching out your torso [ if you were honest, it hurt a little… not that you were lucid enough to be aware of it ] and arching your back. He bit down on your bottom lip, tugging at it a little when your fingers twisted through the hair at his neck, pulling him to you with a new sense of desperation.

And then the two of you fell off the couch. You slid off his lap and landed on your back [ though it was more like you were on your side than your back ] while San rolled over on top of you. Both of you froze in your positions, eyes wide, [ pupils dilated but that was most likely due to the desire flowing through you ] lips parted as you just stared at one another for a second. San was the first to crack the silence, lips pulling into a grin and eyes crinkling with joy as his laugh sounded out around you. He flipped off from on top of you, landing next to you on the floor but his smile never dimmed and his laugh hadn’t faded. You rolled slightly so you were actually on your side as you continued to look at him. When he looked back at you your heart skipped a beat, his smile was so pretty and it made his dimple so deep but it wasn’t long before his laughter simmered and his expression faded as he looked back at you.

Biting your lip once again you made an executive decision [ the only decision you could think off, since all thoughts were now preoccupied with San at the moment ] to lift yourself to hover over him this time. You swallowed and let out a breath as your eyes met, searching for any sign that you should stop. Your shaking breath cut out into a soft gasp as San’s hands caressed over the small of your back to pull you down so that your chests touched. Your right hand lifted up to take hold of the cigarette tucked behind his ear, [ a small giggle leaving your lips at the thought that it was still there even after all that ] and twisted it between your fingers a little. Was it a nervous habit or just a neat trick, you couldn’t distinguish at the moment. San’s own hand came to hold yours, two sets of fingers now playing with the home-made roll-up gently. Soon enough San took it from your shallow grip and flicked it across the room, using the same hand to cup your jaw to cirect your gaze back to him.

Meeting his eyes made you want to shy away from his gaze but you let him keep you there. He looked at you with such a strong emotion you though you’d possibly be able to taste it from his lips. “I have to tell you something…” You whispered, close enough to not have to raise your voice.

“What is it?” He whispered back, the fingers on your back drawing small circles as the hand at you jaw left to curl a strand of hair around his fingers in the opposite direction. [ how he did that subconsciously and not mess it up would’ve made your head spin in wonder ].

“I love you.” You began, still whispering. “I have for a long time, though in the beginning I tried rather hard to deny it. Mainly because you had a significant other and I didn’t want to ruin that for you. And then, in a rather dick move, I got a significant other in the hopes of stopping it but that didn’t work so I stopped getting into romantic relationships altogether and now-”

He cut you off, pulling you into him to kiss the words from your lips [ which you appreciated because your inner thoughts were beginning to panic because your mouth wouldn’t stop talking ]. When you separated his smile was back, albeit not as wide as before. His eyes were as soft as his smile as he kissed you once more, resting your foreheads together. “I love you too,” he said against your lips. At his words you surged forward, pressing into him with fierce emotion as your kissed him.

You had wanted to hear those words from his lips for so long. You had wanted him for so long. And here he was, right in your reach, his hands on your body and yours tugging gently at his hair. Before all the breath in your lungs had finished and you lost your conscious nerve to a blur of desire those word had repeated at least thrice as you made your way to the comfort of your bed and the warmth of his body.

The next day when you woke up, you woke up earlier than usual and feeling unusually chipper as you took a hot shower. The subtly sweet scent of pancakes met you as you made your way through the house and into the kitchen.

“Good morning, Sunshine, you’re up early,” your brother grinned over his shoulder, both hands currently busy holding a pan and spatula. “I made pancakes.”

“Yes, I can see that.” You returned his grin with one of your own, a teasing smile lifting to your lips as you took a seat. Your head was clear of any headaches or lingering pain from a hangover since you were better with your alcohol intake as a twenty-two-year-old, and your reckless youth had lined your stomach with a fair amount of tolerance.

“Exactly how drunk was I last night? I don’t remember anyone leaving.”

“Oh boy,” Seonghwa sniggered, a sly grin taking over his features, “the party was two days ago, you slept all day yesterday. Really freaked San out.”

“What?!” You exclaimed, a piece of pancake falling from your fingers back onto your plate, bouncing off and onto the side sadly. [ It went ignored as you stared down your brother. ]

“Yeah. And he’s been ramble-muttering about you for a solid ten hours now. He’s really not subtle at all.” Seonghwa grinned. “So now that you two have slept together, are you two actually together?”

If you had liquid in your mouth, you would have spat it out. “He told you?!” You exclaimed, heart racing at the thought of your best friend and your brother discussing your sex-life.

“No.” Seonghwa denied immediately, face scrunching up in disgust at the mere thought, “I definitely don’t need to know details about that. It’s just San isn’t subtle at all when he’s mutter-rambling. He was oblivious to the fact he was thinking out loud about how to move forward after your… time together… while I literally sat next to him.” Seonghwa then grinned at you, again, the stretch of his lips becoming a little too mischievous for your liking. “Pretty sure he passed out on the couch half an hour ago.” He hinted, motioning over to the living room with his head as his eyebrows wiggled up and down suggestively.

A puff of air exhaled through your nose as a small smile climbed over your lips. You opened your mouth to talk, but he cut you off with a gentle pat on the head, “I’m happy for you two,” was all he said but it was enough. [ Your heart soared at the approval of your brother. It was not that you nor San needed Seonghwa’s approval, but it was nice to know he wouldn’t oppose it. ] Then you made your way to the couch San was asleep on.

You sat next to him, in the space unoccupied by his body. His brow was furrowed, which you frowned at. You lifted a hand and gently pressed on the juncture between his eyebrows, smoothing them out. His face instantly relaxed under your touch [ a part of your mind daydreamed that it was because he knew it was you ] and a small smith lifted upon your lips. Your hand moved down to cup his cheek and then his jaw before you raised it to gently wipe away the hair that had fallen in his face. You bit down on your lip, confused on whether to wake him up or not but life had chosen for you as one by one San’s eyes opened and slowly focused on you.

His eyes widened, and in a flurry of limbs suddenly he was laying on his back on the floor while you had balanced yourself with your knees over his waist. After a second of shocked silence [ as the two of you came to terms with what the fuck just happened ] a grin spread across his lips, eyes crinkling in delight, as his hands came to grip your hips gently.

A silent confirmation washed over the two of you as your lips spread to mirror his grin. The two of you would be alright as the next part of your relationship bloomed, the embers of your crushes were now burning bright.

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honeypiehotchner · 4 years ago

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beauty isn’t skin deep (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- headcanon

what’s up i’m back with another wildly specific headcanon that definitely only applies to like 13% of my followers BUT this one is for all my babies out there who have eczema xx.

mine can get pretty rough, like it is right now, so i needed some comfort

Warnings: anxious thoughts, sad thoughts, mentions of blood, mentions of picking at your skin

HOTCH MASTERLIST || CRIMINAL MINDS MASTERLIST

aaron knew something was wrong when you canceled dinner plans out of nowhere

usually he’s the one canceling on you, but tonight you were the bearer of bad news

you’ve only been dating aaron for a few months, and it’s going well

but you hadn’t had a bad flare up yet

it started this morning

you woke up sweating because you were under too many blankets

and to make matters worse, you found that the patches of eczema on your elbows and calves had gotten worse

but that was fine, that was fixable, you’d just wear long sleeves and jeans to dinner tonight instead of the dress you had picked out

the idea seemed doable enough, until eczema popped up in the middle of your back and your forehead

you almost never get eczema anywhere on your face, so you nearly burst into tears when you felt the tell-tale itching when you were trying to cook lunch

walking around in a bra and shorts is fine, but it isn’t exactly dinner attire

or anywhere-outside-the-apartment attire

so, after lathering your body in the prescription cream your dermatologist gave you, you sent a text to aaron

Hey, I hate to do this, but can I get a raincheck on tonight?

aaron has canceled a few times on you before (for good reason) so you don’t expect him to be mad

but you do anticipate questions, and he doesn’t disappoint

Hey, that’s okay. Is everything alright?

you don’t know how to explain what’s going on, or that you just don’t want to be seen right now, so you settle for being vague

All good! Just had something come up :)

he doesn’t reply, but that’s also not uncommon for him

sometimes he gets caught up in work and replies hours later, or replies with a phone call when he’s driving home

so you think nothing of it

until there’s a knock on your door

you grab a cardigan you had laying over the back of the couch and shrug it on, grimacing as the fabric scratches against the eczema on your elbows

“one second!” you call out, shaking out your arms and wincing

when you peak through the peephole in your door, you gasp

“aaron?” you whisper, pulling the door open. “what are you doing here?”

“hey,” he smiles, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. “i could tell something was wrong, so i wanted to drop these off.”

“you...” you pause, shifting on your feet, feeling an itch beginning on your calf. “thank you, really. you’re so sweet.”

you take the flowers from him and smile, their familiar scent flooding your senses

but aaron notices your small grimace when you stretch out your arm, and he’ll kick himself all night if he doesn’t ask one more time

“are you sure everything’s okay?” he asks

“yeah,” you answer too quick, and you feel awful about the whole situation and because your skin is on fire, so you say, “do you wanna come in for a second? i should put these in a vase.”

he gladly accepts and you lead the way, speeding off to your kitchen while he closes the door

“how was work?” you ask

he can tell you’re trying to fill every second of silence, so he knows something is really wrong

“it was good, we might have to leave this weekend for another case.” he always gives you a heads up when he can, and you appreciate it

you frown like you always do as you cut off the stems and place the flowers in a vase, smelling each one as you go to keep yourself as occupied as possible

you try to contain your grimaces of pain and the shuffling of your feet as you fight against the urge to scratch and claw at your skin

scratching it never helps, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good

even if it does make you bleed

aaron sighs sadly as he watches you do this with your back turned to him

“honey...” he murmurs. “what’s wrong? what are you not telling me?”

all it takes are those kind words, his gentle voice, and you cave

aaron rushes next to you when he hears you begin to sniffle

tears are slipping down your cheeks when he reaches your side

you’re rubbing your forehead with the pads of your fingers, trying your hardest not to claw with your nails like you so desperately want to

aaron sees the raised and irritated skin and instantly goes into crisis mode

“what happened? are you having an allergic reaction to something?”

you shake your head, pulling your hand away for a moment, sniffling more when your cardigan scratches your elbows

“i have eczema,” you finally get the words out and take a deep breath, trying to shrug off the cardigan

aaron helps you when he sees what you’re trying to do, and his heart breaks when he sees what you were covering up

“my skin hates me,” you joke, wiping your nose on your hand. “it’s never this bad, but i just can’t touch anything — it all hurts.”

aaron wishes he could touch it and make it go away because it looks painful, and your tears confirm it

he doesn’t even know what eczema really is, but it doesn’t look pleasant

“can i do anything to help?”

you shake your head. “i’ve tried everything all day and nothing helps.”

you take another deep breath, calming yourself down, feeling ridiculous for crying over something like this in front of him

“i didn’t want to cancel on you, but i didn’t want you seeing me like this,” you pause to chuckle, “guess those both backfired.”

“why wouldn’t you want me to see you?” he asks softly

you don’t want to answer him, to say the truth out loud because you know it sounds ridiculous

but you figure you’ve blown past the line of absurdity in the past five minutes, so you say it

“i feel so ugly,” you murmur, groaning in frustration when you see a small patch has popped up on the back of your left hand, between your pinky and ring finger.

“for fuck’s sake,” you hiss, not caring that he’s standing there, or that you shouldn’t claw at it, so you do anyway

“hey, hey, hey,” aaron grabs your hand quickly after watching one second of you digging your nails into the skin. “you’ll make it worse.”

“it’s already worse,” you whine, trying to tug both your hands out of his grasp, but he doesn’t let go

“what have you not tried today?” he asks, holding tighter. “what can i do?”

“sometimes i take a bath,” you reply. “but i don’t know if i have the right stuff for it.”

“well let’s go look.”

he leads you into your bathroom, and he keeps both of your hands clasped in one of his while he looks around with the other

eventually, he finds what you were describing

it’s a bubble bath, essentially, but it’s an anti-inflammatory one you got years ago

it’s been discontinued since, so you’ve been rationing what you have left of it

and when you see how low the bottle is, you immediately start protesting

but aaron is hearing none of it

he runs the bath with one hand, pours the bubble bath in with one hand, and listens to your protests all at the same time

“you need it,” he says. “i’ll look online for some more. i don’t care how much it costs, if it helps you, then i’m getting it for you.”

he refuses to let you argue as he helps you out of your shorts and sports bra

the two of you have had sex before, but you’ve never let him see you naked like...this

it feels different, but not uncomfortable

when you sink into the bath, the temperature is just right

not too hot (because that’ll dry out your skin more) and not too cold (because you’re not trying to take an ice bath after a workout)

he leaves after you get comfortable, and you figure he’s letting you have some time alone

but then he returns with a candle, a lighter, and one of the books from your bed

“what are you doing?” you ask, but you’re smiling like a fool as he lights the candle and sets it on the edge of the bathtub

“helping you have the perfect bath,” he says seriously, but he’s smiling, too. “i know you like to read, but i want you to stay under the water.”

you sink down further with his words, hiding your smile as it grows into a stupid grin

after half an hour of soaking in the bath and listening to him read to you, your skin is feeling better

aaron helps you out and helps you dry off

and, even though you didn’t want him to, he helps you put the prescription cream on the hard-to-reach spots (and everywhere else, because when you tried to help, he swatted your hands away)

“you’re not ugly,” he says, and something about the way he says it, while he’s rubbing prescription cream into your skin has you smiling like an idiot al over again

“thank you.”

“beauty isn’t skin deep,” he continues, rubbing the middle of your back. “but even if it was, you’d still be gorgeous to me.”

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glowingspence · 3 years ago

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44, please? :)

"I am fine" Hotch insists sitting on his bed after he woke up in the middle of the night from a paining wrist and rips. He had taken a beating earlier this day when he went after an unsub.

"You are?" Spencer questions hesitant, looking down on his husband before the man shakes his head and lowers his head. "Do I- do I call an ambulance? What-"

"No it's okay. Why don't you go to Jack's room?" Hotch feels dizzy from the pain, his head pounding and he thinks he might throw up but all he can think about is Spencer's fear of hospitals and medical staff. "I will take care of this."

"Aaron-"

"I am alright, it's okay- I will- I will call them and have them take me. They won't talk to you." Apprehensive Spencer nods and moves out of the room, and Aaron lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding before leaning over to the nightstand to grab his phone to call Jessica. He isn't injured bad enough for an ambulance he thinks but someone pushes him back into a seating position. "Go to Jack, it's okay."

"I'll drive you to the hospital." Spencer insists.

"No"

"Yes, come on." Spencer grabs Aaron shoes, helps him in and helps him out into the corridor where Jack is already waiting.

"Daddy?"

"Your dad got a couple hits from a bad guy, it's gonna be okay. I will drive him to the hopsital, Jessica is gonna pick you up, you can watch TV meanwhile okay?" Spencer suggests, "It's gonna be okay."

[more under the cut]

"Don't leave him here." Hotch whispers, "He is to young."

"It's okay Jack, Jessica is gonna be here in not even ten minutes. You can stay here for me right?"

"Yes!" He answers with confidence.

"Good, i love you." Quickly Spencer kisses the boy on the forehead and guides his husband out of the apartment towards the elevator. "Okay?"

"Mmm" Hotch leans against Spencer in the elevator, "No going inside you hear me? You drop me off you drive off."

"Not gonna happen." Spencer whispers and is more than relived when he gets him into the car and buckled up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You are okay" He promises him and hurries around the car to get into the driver's side.

"Didn't know you could drive" Hotch jokes and then coughs, screwing his face in pain.

"I can drive." Spencer states and starts the car pulling onto the road. "You know that. You remember right?"

"Mm" Hotch tries sitting up better, "Just teasing you, angel."

"No sarcasm right now, please!"

"Sorry" Hotch mumbles, his vision blurring when he isn't actively trying to see the road and eventually he slumps against Spencer.

"Aaron don't"

" 'M sorry. I'm tired, Spencer"

"You gotta stay awake, babe" With one hand a little bit rough Spencer shoves him upright again. He can drive, yes, but not well enough to have someone lean on him on top of it. "Aaron?"

"Here, don't drive over the speed limit, stay in your comfort zone." Worried Aaron looks at his husband, "Spencer it's nothing dangerous, it's just pain."

"And it must have a reason-"

"Which could be a broken bone."

"Or internal bleeding, you don't know that because you didn't let yourself get checked out by the medics!" Spencer snaps.

"Well now you know how I feel everytime!" Hotch yells back and immediately regrets it, taking his hand up to his head as the pain shoots down the side of his face, a moan leaving his mouth. "Sorry, I didn't mean that." He forces out. "You are doing good, just keep driving."

"I- I am not- I am not doing it in purpose"

"I know-" Hotch stops and tries taking a deep breath, "It's okay, I am not mad. This is different. I know."

By the time they arrive Hotch can hardly move, he feels like no matter what he tries there is always a pain, like a strong sharp pinch and there is this pressure on his head and the burning hot pain in his wrist.

"Alright, stay here. Everything is gonna be okay. Call Morgan to be there for you." Hotch brings out and wants to open the door but doesn't even have enough strength to do so, "Gonna go now-"

"I will go in." Spencer stops him, loosening his seatbelt. "Just stay here."

"Thank you." Hotch breathes out in relieve and watches Spencer hurry out of the car and then stop in front of the entrance door, "C'mon baby, you've got this. Please go in." He whispers while Spencer clenches his fists and looks back a couple of times, "please"

With stepping inside, Spencer moves his hands over his ears and walks straight towards the front desk, looking down towards the floor, "My husband needs help." He says and gets ignored by the nurse that is currently on the phone and has not seeing him come in.

In frustration he hits his head a couple of times, he can't stop talking now, he can't stop thinking, he has to tell her that Aaron needs help.

"Sir? Are you okay?" The nurse questions putting the phone down.

"My husband needs help."

"Who is your husband?"

"Who is your husband? Who is your husband? My husband is Aaron Hotchner."

"Is he here in the room?"

"Is he here in the room?" Spencer shakes his head and takes one hand off pointing towards the parking lot. "Car"

"Okay, I will notice my colleagues and they are gonna come and help him alright?" Terrified Spencer nods and moves back from her desk as he can feel the scent of the building starting to burn in his nose and throat, making him feel nauseous and he can feel the blood in his ears and face and he thinks he can hear the bones in his hands scratch together as he presses them onto his ears because this woman is still talking to him. He has told her everything. Aaron needs help. Aaron needs help now. He is hurt.

"Aaron Hotchner?" A male nurse questions knocking at the window to his car and he nods in relieve. "Sir your husband just walked in informing us that you need help, is that correct?"

"Yes, I am an Agent." He mumbles and lets the man help him sit up straight, "I was in a fight earlier today."

"Alright, Agent. We are gonna get you into the hospital." With two nurses they help him into the wheelchair, where he finally can let go of the fear that if he passes out now that they won't be anyone to help him.

He closes his eyes with the moment they pass the entrance area and wakes up when they carry him onto a bed, "You are safe, Agent. You are in good care." They assure him when he for a moment starts fighting them. "You passed out for a second there, we are gonna check your head." He moves his hands over his rips to show them that that is where it hurts the most and when they don't understand he thinks this must be what Spencer feels like when he can't understand him, when he is hurting and tries everything to signal Aaron what it is and then it comes back to his mind. "Agent, you need to lay down."

"Spencer?"

"Who is Spencer?" The nurse who is currently cutting his shirt asks.

"Husband"

"Is he injured too?"

"No" Frustrated he reaches up to his head wanting the goddamn pain to stop. "Autistic - he can't be here. He has- he has-" He just wants to form this goddamn sentence as his vision blurs again. "His phone- go to emergency contacts- Derek Morgan-" He stammers out looking at the nurse. "Please, he- he can- he needs him. He can't handle this."

"Agent, there is a nurse with him. He will be fine."

"No- do what I told you- please. That's what I need. It's more important." He passes out not long after that and wakes up to someone tracing the structure of his face with his finger and stopping, grabbing his face when he tries open his eyes.

"Easy pretty boy." He can hear Morgan and sees Spencer when he opens his eyes.

"Hey" He meant to say it with strength but everything that comes out is a week sound while his voice cracks up.

Spencer is laying on the bed with him, wearing his headphones and he knows he isn't supposed to do this but he reaches up and tugs one back so he can hear him just to not find any words and for Spencer to quickly push them back.

"Hey man it's good to have you back." Morgan gets closer to the bed, his hand now placed on Spencer's back. "You have two broken ribs and a broken wirst but your head is apart from a concussion fine. There is nothing to worry about."

"Jack?" He brings out. "Where is Jack?"

"With Jessica, they are fine."

"Spencer?"

"We had a long night while you enjoyed your beauty sleep getting pushed around the hospital but he will be okay." Morgan looks down on him with a warm smile, reaching up to Spencer's hair. "Now that you woke up, I am gonna take him home."

"Thank you."

"Of course, I am glad you are okay." Hotch takes his eyes of him and looks back to Spencer before reaching up with his non injured hand to Spencer's lips, tapping them ones and the younger man understanding their little sign and leans down kissing Hotch on the mouth.

[Prompt list]

#this was so good to write because I am terrified of hospitals and doctors #tw injury #tw hospital #tw anxiety #hotchreid #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #derek morgan #i love you prompt list works #my writing #autistic spencer reid

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A Star In Your Sky || JJK

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A Star In Your Sky [Jungkook]

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Genre - Dad!Jungkook; Angst; Sadness; Melancholy; Drabble:

Summary - Helpless as he was, 'what you didn't know couldn't hurt you'... it would have to do. There was nothing else he could do.

Warning - Angst; Sadness; Major Character Death;

Word Count - 1.7k

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Jungkook woke up with a start at the blaring alarm. 5am - his phone flashed in red numbers. Snoozing it, he left it back on the table.

The fog on the windows signifying a cold morning, the dreary grey clouds overcast, the edge of dawn.

Wiping the sleep out of his eyes he righted his shirt, pulling his sleeves over his cold hands, ruffling his hair as he stretched his limbs and swung them over the couch.

The cold hit his bare feet as he stood up and started his way down the hall, switching the lights on as he walked, to navigate his way to the room right next to his.

Door slightly ajar, he pushed on it, the slight creak a normal sound, a part of the surroundings, the many years behind the action of tuning it out.

His eyes fell past the threshold, items he knew by heart, colors he had committed to memory, the scent and the surroundings - his home.

The curtains in this room were purple, deep purple, the hue something akin to indigo, silver moons and stars shone at the catch of even the tiniest bit of light.

There were posters of cartoons, drawings in crayons and paints, a basket of toys in the corner of the room, and Cooky, the pink plush toy staring back on the made bed.

Eyes scanning the toy he remembered the day it came home.

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'Dad, look what Uncle Jinnie got me,' Moon ran up to him, as she giggled in excitement, eyes lighting up at the plush toy in her hand.

Turning toward the sound of his daughter, he bent down on one knee so she could hop into his waiting arms. He held her easily, her form tiny and stable in his muscled hands.

Her momentary glance to the tattoo on his skin, a second nature, something that made her smile, as her name had been carved into his forearm, stars surrounding it with a Saturn ring.

She was Daddy's little girl and she loved every moment of it.

Meeting her fathers eyes, she held up the pink bunny in her arms, a prize worth every drop of attention he could give.

Smiling bemused he asked her, 'What about all the other teddy's in your room, babygirl?'

He nosed at her cheek as he teased her.

Her eyes went as wide as saucers, 'Dad!' she exclaimed in a mock whisper, 'They aren't Teddy's, they all have names.'

'Yeah, Jk, how can you call them Teddy's,' Jin played along, just as scandalized at his dongsaengs choice of words.

Mouth twitching, the mole on his chin, shifting at the movement, he raised an eyebrow at his hyung, 'I'm surprised you didn't get her the RJ.'

'Now, now, I did explain the perks of having RJ, but she is Daddy's little girl.' They smiled, endeared with the toddler between them.

It was the last proper, happy outing they had, ice-cream, feeding the seagulls, playing in the sand, her best days with her father and her Uncle Jin.

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‘I don't care what happens to me, I don’t care about the money! Just please save my baby, please!’ Jungkook was enraged, angry at the world, helpless, desperate.

Stage 4. She was only a child, her tiny body fit in his arms, her form only half of him.

It came out of nowhere, severe bruising and bleeding when she fell down, or got cut. Trouble breathing when she ran, nausea when she ate and sometimes not wanting to eat at all. Waking up to her cries in the middle of the night, sniffling quietly, at the pains in her body.

Too many symptoms, too many blood tests later, too many restless, sleepless nights, she was diagnosed with leukemia.

There were weeks of waiting for results, test after test, of having to sit her in his lap, and explain why she needed to see countless doctors and that things would get better, that it was just for now.

But as he stood opposite her doctor, his hyung holding his shoulder, he had to go home and tell her he lied. He lied.

He'd have to tell her that there was no turning back, and if it was too late for his daughter, the love of his life, the very center of his world, for him, there would be no way forward.

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He stood at the doorway of her hospital room, having just gone home to change up and get her favorite mac and cheese. The sight he met every single time, not something he had gotten used to, despite the number of weeks he’d been at the forefront of it all.

The tubes along her face, her nose, in her arms, something a baby should never have to go through. A parent should never have to think about outliving their child. It wasn’t the cycle. It wasn’t fair.

She deserved, to hit double digits, to find love, to have him fight the need to protect her from every mistake, to always be there for her, she deserved friends, memories, the chance to discover hobbies, she deserved more time.

The saddest part was that she was too young to think of any of those things, and yet, maybe it could also be a blessing.

What you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you, right.

Blinking back tears he plastered a fake smile on his face, the brightest one he felt he could muster. ‘Hey, babygirl.’

She looked up, a small smile, slowly making its way up her cheeks, her face pale. Opening her mouth to speak, he shook his head at her. ‘No, no, shh, baby, don’t hurt your throat.’

Making his way over to her bed, he gingerly climbed in next to her, the nurses used to his presence, the doctors having no objection considering the care he had with her as he slotted himself protectively over her.

Pecking her on the head, he took note of the scrapbook in her hand. She looked at it everyday, pictures of her six loving uncles, Taehyung plaiting her hair, Jimin showing her tiny jewelry pieces, stick-ons for her ears, Namjoon with a bunch of block letters, a tower of it clearly having collapsed around them. Her Uncle Hobi always made her smile, as he had her on his back and his neck, walked her around the apartments like he was her personal chauffeur, Yooni holding her as she slept, light music playing in the background, and her Uncle Jin, her favourite Uncle Jin, always around, choosing school bags, spoiling her with anything she wanted, anything that caught her eye, especially morning blueberry waffles and her dad, Jungkook, her dad, the youngest, the one with the most time, the most allowance to make reckless decisions, the one who adapted his whole life around her inclusion in his life.

‘Hey, remember the story of your first birthday,’ His voice exuberant at her cake covered face,’when you didn’t want to wear the red jacket Uncle Tae gave you, and you cried for his instead,’ he petted her head as he searched her face for recognition.

She pouted at the mention of it, the story recounted so many times before,’Uncle Tae’s jacket was purple, Dad. How could I not want it,’ Her cheekiness earned her a light flick to her nose.

She upturned it crossly, a little zest in her eyes at the familiar chastising.

They paused, looking at each other, before the smile slowly disappeared from her face, the reaction apparently contagious as Jungkook sat up in concern. ‘Dad,’ she started softly, her eyes trained on the blanket covering her legs, ’are you gonna forget me?’

Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat at the innocent question, striving to show no reaction on his face. Moving swiftly, he worked his way around the cables and maneuvered her into his lap. They tried, he tried, and she had been so strong but even at her tender age she knew it, he knew it, the time for sugar coated words, and false hopes were over, acceptance was all that was left.

‘Close your eyes,’ he prompted, wiping tears he could no longer hold back, away from his eyes.‘Can you see me?’

‘My eyes-,’

‘No, keep them closed, can you see me,’ he reiterated, beside himself.

‘No, I can’t see you.’

‘But you can hear me right,’ taking note of her face, her nose, her cute cheeks, he waited for her answer.

‘Yes, I can hear you.’

‘Well,’ he sniffled, head falling against her forehead lightly, the contact needed, ’that’s what it will be like. I will always be here for you. I will always talk to you, and I promise,’ his hand found hers and squeezed it, ’I will never forget you. You may not see me and I may not see you, but you will always be the biggest part of me. And I promise, I will never, ever, forget you.’

He broke at his last words, pulling her into his embrace, holding his Moon, wishing with everything he had left, he would never have to let her go.

Moon passed that night, in her sleep, in his arms, as painless as it could possibly be. Knowing what was going to happen, couldn’t have prepared Jungkook for the real thing. But he knew he had to let go of her lifeless body, he knew he had to call the one person who could handle him or whatever came next for him, and as soon as he saw his Jin hyung, the one that named his perfect girl, he fell into his arms and cried, as his heart shattered into pieces.

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Standing at doorways were his thing these days, he thought, everything he did was not enough, not too much, like sitting on the fence, falling in the middle.

It had been a year, but he couldn’t clean out this room, he still woke up at 5am despite his flexible job because he had to take care of her routine, maybe someday he would have to stop coming in here, but right now, the made bed, the unused room, the stillness of it all, would remind him that even for a time, he had something beautiful, something worth all that pain, a human that he would meet someday again.

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equestrianwritingsstuff · 3 years ago

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Ooh! I just discovered you from the Bad Things Happen Bingo and I love your writing already! Could I potentially request the Bleeding Out prompt as a prequel for the Soup for the Sick story you wrote?

Thank you for the ask! I had to look up prequel to make sure that you meant before the events of Personalized Caretaker Part 1, and not after 😂. Here you go! In reference to this post.

So, with that note, this piece happened before Part 1 of Personalized Caretaker.

Personalized Caretaker Part 2

Part 1

Warnings: blood, vomit, losing consciousness, faking an injury, drugged whumpee, fear, implied touch starvation

*not edited*

Civilian hopped onto her couch, legs resting on the armrest and flicked on the television, going straight for Netflix.

It was a normal day, serene and tranquil with the perfect amount of work that made Civilian feel good inside.

She lazily gnawed on a piece of beef jerky and selected The Kissing Booth for personal enjoyment. Something cheesy and romantic to vibe to as she decompressed- even the best days required a period of relaxation.

But, her period of relaxation was very rudely interrupted by a thud. Right outside her door.

Civilian froze, heart racing, as her mind involuntarily replayed every known horror movie. She was the victim, the bad guy was going to break in and slash her throat as she unceremoniously says, "Who's there?"

Civilian shuddered, turning off the television, and slowly standing up. She grabbed her remote control as a weapon and very, very slowly, like a ninja, stalked stealthily up to the door.

"Who's there?" Civilian asked. Crap, her fatal flaw. Now the bad guy was going to rush out and murder her, then the police would come and there would be ten more killings and then there would be a ghost that was a moaning lady with pale skin and black hair that was hung in the woods seventy-some years ago and then it is reincarnated to be a doll that haunts children and-

Civilian drew in a deep breath. Don't freak out, don't freak out. It was probably a bird that weighed the size of a man- a bad man- that crashed into the window and died. And died. And died. And died. It was gone. Instead of using a remote, she should be using a plastic bag.

"Stop it Civilian, you paranoid freak," she yelled at herself, very loudly, her voive taut with utter fear as she peered through the shades.

The first thing she saw was blood.

Smeared blood in the direction of downwards, leading directly to...

A body.

Civilian felt nausea rise in her throat as literally the blood drained from her face. She wasn't the first victim, the poor human in opening credits, she was the next victim and her house was the killer's stash.

Probably to blame her for the death. To redirect the suspicion.

She had to hide the body and burn it before the cops came. Oh boy, the killer probably already called them. Crap crap crap.

Civilian whisked the door open, tossing her grand weapon of plastic and onto a nearby table, and prepared to wrap the body in a black bag.

The body moved.

Civilian screamed.

The body was not a body, it was a living man.

"Oh my gosh sir? Sir! Are you okay? Sir! Sir!" Civilian grabbed her hair and started to paced. "This can't be happening. This can't be happening. There is a bleeding man on my fricking doorstep." She started to ramble, muttering nonsensical curses and words that weren't going to help the dying man.

She was panicking, completely hyperventilating, by the time the man moved more than a shaky, uneven breath.

His eyes opened, revealing a drop-dead gorgeous icy blue. Eyelashes fluttered in the most enearding way as the man struggled to keep his consciousness to himself. Lips quivered as he whole face bunched together in an expression of pain.

Civilian didn't know if she could handle it.

"Are you doing to die?" She asked, rushed and abruptly. The man looked his clouded gaze on her. It took a moment, but he spoke,

"Heroes. Heroes, they are coming. Run, get outta here. Get outta here!"

Civilian shrieked, glancing hurriedly around. An insane plot twist, the good guys were the bad guys and...

Wait, this wasn't a movie.

And why was this man so scared of the heroes? Unless, of course, he was...

A villain.

Civilian covered her mouth and dropped to her knees. A v-v-villain? Was at her door? Civilian pinched herself to see if she was sleeping, but the nightmare didn't vanish. She was stuck in reality. Someone go get her a soda...

Villain's eyelids drooped as he weakly extended his arm. "Please," he begged. "I need help." Then his arm went slack.

Civilian was close to hysterics.

But nonetheless, out of fear, she grabbed the man's arm and attempted to pull him inside. She silently cursed. Her twigs for limbs could barely carry a box of mason jars; what made her think she could drag a two hundred pound full-grown adult male?

It was a taxing project that left Civilian in tangled limps, just begging for sleep. The man didn't stir at all, not even when Civilian's fist went into the gaping wound in his stomach.

Aw man, that was disgusting. Civilian vomited into a nearby trashcan before returning to figure out WHAT THE HECK TO DO!!!

"Can you wake up?" Civilian asked. "Please? I-i... how do I... how do I do this?"

Civilian was on the verge of tears, but then she reminded herself. This isn't a movie, he won't be miraculously healed after a good night's sleep.

With a quick reference to Google, Civilian finally felt prepared. She ran to get a pillow and slipped it under Villain's head. His eyelids fluttered as his eyes cracked open, but then they slipped close again.

Next she removed his shirt and was quite awestruck at the sight. Other than the painted crimson, his abdomen really was the definition of ab-domen. Hard muscles were lined perfectly.

Okay Civilian, someone is dying, don't admire it.

She placed one hand above and the other in the wound to staunch the bleeding. After the blood flow slowed, she lifted his legs to rest on the armrests in a similar position that she was in earlier.

Next, she jumped some hydrogen peroxide in and bandaged the wound. The villain never awoke.

Once the looming danger was gone, Civilian just stood there awkwardly. Dried blood crusted on his skin, but at least it wasn't wet.

So she stood there, arms crossed as meaningless thoughts rushed through her head.

What do call a male ladybug?

Is grass the earth's hair?

Do pineapples come from pine trees?

Why is a villain on my couch?

Civilian sat down, keeping a good three feet distance from the assumed murderer, and turned on the TV to resume her movie.

She leaned her head back, exhaustion tugging at her eyelids, but she refused sleep. Especially when a villain was slumbering next to her with one arm over his face.

He looked like a monkey.

One of those pale faced, brown haired primates from Curious George.

Not that his ears were splayed out or anything, the monkey had very tiny, collected ears that hid under his fluffy brown hair. His nose also held that itty-bitty appearance, perfectly formed to his face with the faintest trace of freckles.

He was cute.

Like a monkey.

Or not, as Civilian found monkeys utterly disgusting.

So cute, like a kitten.

Civilian smiled, looking down at her lap. Another thing Wikihow said that Civilian scowled at and ignored before. Put the victim's head in your lap to calm and keep them comfortable.

It wouldn't hurt, right? The villain wasn't even conscious, and he lost so much blood that he probably wouldn't remember anything if he did wake up.

She just met him.

Stress can increase heart rate which may be detrimental. Civilian scrunched her forehead. Was that even true?

Who cares. Civilian scotted her skinny self over and laid the villain's head in her lap. Then, temptation started its charismatic monologue.

Stroke his head. Be nice, clean his chin. Wipe the dirt off his eye.

Civilian hesitantly put her hand on his grimey hair- ew, he needed a shower ASAP- and gingerly patted it. Patted it, like petting a dog.

It was embarrassingly awkward.

For the next few hours, Villain slept. Civilian also dozed off between getting yummy smelling candles to fend off the revolting scent od blood and crackers to aimlessly gnaw on.

She watched through the first Kissing Booth and the second one when a thought struck her.

Pain.

The villain would be in pain when he woke up.

And the only thing Civilian had was Ibuprofen.

Like those barely took the edge off a headache, much less a gash the size of a baseball.

She reached for her phone to call her friend at the local drug store. Putting on a squeaky voice, Civilian said,

"Can you, uh, get me something for pain?"

"Slow down, Civilian. What?"

"I don't know benadryl or a very strong pain reliever," Civilian bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut. Stupid stupid stupid...

"What did you do?"

"I, uh, sprained my ankle."

"You sprained your ankle?"

"Mhm hurts like-"

"Okay! I don't need your swear word dictionary. I'll bring you something after work."

"Thanks, oh owowowowowowo."

"Goodbye Civilian."

The line clicked.

Civilian smiled to herself and popped another cracker in her mouth. Problem solved.

The blood on the door.

Crap.

Civilian set Villain's head back on a pillow and ran to the frontdoor.

Great, just great.

Civilian flipped the middle finger at Villain's sleeping figure and walked out the door. She would meet her friend before she saw the splatters of blood.

Civilian sat herself on the curb, throwing her newly "spraind" leg out, letting out an insanely loud groan, and leaned back on her elbows.

"Oh my goodness! Civilian," her friend leaped from her black car and ran over. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Civilian waved it off. "Just wanted some air and the house is a mess, so."

Civilian, you are dumb.

"You sure? You asked to be hospitalized once because you stubbed your toe and the fact that a sprained ankle isn't bugging you... I am wholeheartedly worried."

"Don't be," Civilian chuckled. "How was work?"

Friend gave her a skeptical look. "Fine," she drawled.

"Good," Civilian nodded slowly, tapping the ground with her fingers. "So thank you for the painkillers."

"Mhm," Friend handed Civilian the plastic bag slowly. "How did you sprain it?"

"Uhhh fell out of the shower."

Friend looked genuinely concerned.

"Tripped and fell," Civilian repeated herself awkwardly. "On the ground?" Why did she have to say it as a question?

She was awkward and sounded hilariously awkward as well.

"Klutz," Friend joked, but her face was still taut with worry. "Need help getting inside?"

"No no!" Civilian exclaimed. Friend stepped back, so Civilian laughed to alleviate the tension. "I should walk it out."

"Ooookay," Friend said, nodding. "Good for you. I'm gonna go. I have a dinner date with this dude from Tinder."

"Oooo good luck," Civilian said, faking a wince as she stood up. Friend rushed in to help.

"Don't," Civilian cautioned, raising her "hurt" leg up. Friend looked at it and scowled.

"Dang leg huh? Well bye-bye. Don't fall out of the shower anymore. Got it?"

"Yup," Civilian said and fake limped back to her house as Friend sped away.

Missiom accomplished.

Villain was stirring when Civilian sat back down.

Perfect timing also.

She rummaged through the bag and grabbed a bottle of valium. She popped the recommended dosage out and approached Villain.

He was still too dazed and disoriented to stop Civilian from helping him swallow, but the second the water touched his tongue, he woke up fully.

"What are you doing? Don't touch me!" He yelled, pulling away. Civilian also backed away, a frown forming on her face.

"Me? I saved your life."

Villain was silent. "How much did you touch me?"

"Enough to save your life."

Villain jerked, looking around as if somone was in the shadows. Paranoid, Civilian copied him.

"What's wrong with you?" Civilian asked.

"You touched me?"

Civilian didn't say anything. She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one leg, examining the villain.

Villain jerked to his feet, swaying madly. Civilian's heart jumped. He was so unsteady...

He fell, but Civilian swooped in to catch him.

For a moment, the villain melted into her half-embrace, head resting gently on her shoulder, before pulling away. He bit his cheeks, seemingly trying to keep tears back.

"What... are you? Are, are you scared of getting a hug? Sheesh."

"Mmm no," Villain shook his head quickly, then sat down as if the feat made him dizzy.

"Mmm yes," Civilian sat down next to him. The villain looked confused, but that may be the drugs kicking in.

Soon Villain's eyes starting to droop and he swayed in his sitting position.

"Whatdya give me?" He slurred, a faraway look in his eyes. "Mm tired." He collapsed forward.

Civilian steadied him and helped him lay back down. He groaned pathetically and grappled at Civilian's hand, desperate to hold it.

He held her hand until he fell asleep.

#bad things happen bingo #villain whumpee #villain x civilian #civilian caretaker #blood tw #drugged villain #writing #whump #i'm sorry this took so long #i have to embrace civilians personality first

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