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Wrapping Wounds

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My first time posting my writing works so please be kind!

Pairing: Jake Lockley x GN!Reader

Summery: Jake comes home after a short mission, with a few bumps and bruises.

Rating: Fluff

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You sat, silently waiting at the  dining room table, in your shared apartment with your boyfriend. It was 1 in the morning and the boys were yet to come home. Worry and dread started to fill your head and you held your cup of tea tightly between your palms. You knew they had Khonshu and the healing armor, but you couldn’t help but let your mind run wild with worrying thoughts. 

‘What if they were hurt’

‘What if they were captured’

A sigh made its way past your lips and you laid your head down on the table. They would be fine, they knew what they were doing. They are all capable of protecting themselves. Standing from the table and walking to the small kitchen, rinsing the cup in the sink. You turned, leaning against the counter, knowing you wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. With cautious hands, you rummaged through the medicine cabinet, looking for the melatonin you kept close to the back.

 A loud bang and the locks coming undone could be heard behind you. You whipped around, grabbing the nearest weapon. A rolling pin. You had been stress baking earlier. In a defensive stance, you stayed in the corner of the kitchen, waiting. Once all the locks Steven had put on were unlocked, a stiff grunt could be heard. 

“Fuckin’ hell…” Jake groaned in pain. 

“Jake…?” You spoke up, moving to see better.

“Estimada! I thought you would be asleep by now” He sighed walking up to you. You immediately dropped the rolling pin and ran up to him. A tight hug trapped him in your arms. Jake sucked in a quick breath.

“What’s wrong, love?” You pull away, asking softly. Jake smiled a bit and sighed, walking past you to sit on the edge of the bed. 

“Got a little banged up today… few bruises” He explained, taking off his jacket and loosening his tie before flopping backwards on the bed. He stretched out his arms while adjusting his back.  

You gently kicked his leg that hung over the bed. He glared at you but it quickly faded to a smile. With quick movements, he launched up and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down onto the bed. 

“JAke! The hell is wrong with you!” You gasped, gently hitting his arm. He winced in pain. 

“Agh… my head…” Jake quickly regretted his decision of moving so quickly. You grew worried, turning on the bedside light. He had a small bruise on his forehead with an equally small cut on his jaw. Quickly getting up and making your way to the bathroom, grabbing rubbing alcohol, cotton balls and a bandaid. 

“Aye.. Mi amor.. You don’t have to..” 

“Hush, let me take care of you.” You interrupted him. Sitting next to him, you smiled. He leaned into you, kissing your jawline. Softly pushing him away, you grabbed a cotton ball and started to clean his cut on his jaw. He complained playfully, acting like he was getting burned alive. 

“Are you almost done, Amar, it hurtttssss” He whined pulling away from you. You grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him back towards you.

“¿Estás tratando de empezar algo, amor?” He spoke with a growl in his voice, dropping the octaves as he talked. You unwrapped the bandaid and covered his wound, before pushing him away and getting up.

“Not now, Jake, you need sleep. You look exhausted.” You commented on his appearance. Jake let out an overdramatic, offended gasp, as he covered his chest with a hand, flopping backwards. You smiled and laughed, throwing away the cleaning supplies you used. After cleaning up the mess you made, you walked back over to the bed to find Jake, only in his boxers, sprawled out, his hair a mess. You quietly got dressed in comfortable sleepwear. You slipped into bed with Jake, not minding that he didn’t move from the position he was in. Deciding to just lay on top of him since he didn’t give you much space on the bed.

“Goodnight, Mi Amor…” He paused for a moment, before smiling, “Marc and a very sleepy sounding Steven say goodnight as well…” Jake yawned. You softly smiled.

“Goodnight, my loves…”

This is my art! I made this story! I hope to be able to do this for all my writing pieces but for now this is it!