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dw-writes · 3 years

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Can I get a request for a John Kennex x Reader? Soulmate Au or maybe even that fate keeps throwing them together? You're freaking amazing BTW *Hugs*

SCREAMS YES??? I LOVE SOULMATE AUS SO MUCH!!!!!! And, I mean, look at him!! What a cutie. What a fucking smartass. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!!!!! Also @writerdee1701 here is some John Kennex!! ( @outside-the-government i think ive seen you reblog Kennex stuff but if not!! i’m sorry!)

A soulmate wasn’t something you wanted. You had sat and suffered and cried over thinking that you had one only to lose it because it wasn’t real and for what? Because the world – the universe? – told you that you were supposed to have a soulmate? Because the moment you turned eighteen the first words your soulmate was meant to say to you appeared on your arm?

No way.

So, after months of intensive therapy and accepting a new job in a city on the opposite side of the country, you did what any sane-but-majorly-depressed person would do: you got the tattoo covered.

You brushed your thumb over the healed black band that encircled your left arm, smiling to yourself – your sister, bless her, had suggested adding flowers, and your tattoo artist had been more than happy to include blooming flowers all around the band, even going so far as to outline them in UV ink, so that you could see the pieces that would be covered by the band itself. You tugged the sleeve of your shirt down to your wrist as you walked into the building, ready for another day at work – another case, another job well done.

You sighed and nodded at your MX-43 as you sat at your desk.

“Don’t look so excited to be here.” You looked up at the voice and felt your lips curl in a smile. John Kennex returned it and held out a second cup of coffee. You took with a grateful grin. “Dunno if you heard, but we’re workin’ a case together today,” he said, leaning on your desk.

You arched an eyebrow as you took a slow sip from your cup. It was just how you liked it, and it warmed you from the inside out. “Again?” you finally asked after another deep drink. He nodded. “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d almost say we were partners,” you teased.

“I think the captain likes our closure rate,” he pointed out.

“Uh, you mean my closure rate,” you said as you drained your cup and stood, “You just happen to be along for the ride.”

“Oh?” he challenged.

You nodded and grabbed your things from your desk. “Yeah.”

“Those sound like fighting words,” he remarked.

You hummed. “If they were fighting words, I’d say you were there to look pretty, but that’s Dorian’s job!” you chirped. You wrinkled your nose. “You do give good hugs though, so, there’s that.” You patted his chest as you walked past him. “Let’s go!”

Captain Maldonado leaned out of her office as you and John walked past her with a shout of, “Masks!” Both of you lifted your hands and waved over your shoulders.

You didn’t mind sitting in the back of John’s cruiser with your MX, rubbing your thumb over your tattoo as Dorian and your MX rattled off the particulars of the case. You felt eyes on your face throughout the ride but didn’t look up to meet them. When John pulled up to the crime scene, he waved Dorian ahead with your MX and grabbed your arm before you walked past. It took you a moment to look up and, when you did, he was frowning.

“Where are you?” he whispered. You opened your mouth. He shook his head. “Don’t say here, or thinking about the case,” he murmured, “You didn’t hear a word Dorian said on the way here.”

You sighed. “My sister found her soulmate,” you said as you waved towards the bright light line of the ticker tape. John shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked with you. “It’s funny, she’s been living next door to him for a year while teaching in Scotland, and she didn’t know it was him until she ran into him in the hall during laundry day. He had a bird on his shoulder, this big thing, she sent me a picture of it, actually.” You adjusted your mask and pulled out your phone, opening the picture. It was side by side with another photo, one of a bird with its wing in a splint.

John nodded at it. “What’s that?” he asked.

You smiled to yourself. “Before she left, we found a bird in our building parking lot. It had a broken wing, and Maria, she’s got this huge soft spot for birds, so we took it to the vet and they walked us through how to take care of it.”

“And it’s the same bird her soulmate has tattooed, right?” he asked.

“How, how, how does it know that?” you asked, stopped short of the crime scene. You scratched at your arm through your sleeve. “She got her mark when she turned eighteen just like everyone else, and it was a, a, a set of card suits to a losing hand of poker, which turned out to be the exact same hand that Richard had when he lost a bet that ended up with him applying to college to be a teacher.” You shook your head. “I don’t—I don’t understand.”

John’s eyebrows were arched high when you finally looked at him. You ran your fingers behind your ears to adjust your mask while he carefully pulled his off and scratched his chin. “If it makes you feel better,” he said with one of those crooked, amused smiles of his, “I don’t understand it either.”

“No, it doesn’t make me feel better, John, because no one understands it,” you shot back, puffing your cheeks. You turned on your heel and stalked towards the dead body and Dorian and your MX were patiently waiting for you by.

“I’m just trying to make you feel better!” he shouted after your retreating form.

“A for effort!” you shouted back.

The case was a bust in terms of being complicated – the body was a mess, but there was a phone left behind, and a tagged post from the victim with someone else, a boyfriend, who confessed the moment he saw you rolling up to his apartment by shouting out of his window and jumping from it. He wound up with a broken leg and was sitting for sentencing.

John paused at a desk in the bullpen when the two of you returned. You glanced back quickly to find him talking with Valerie, and smiled, pulling off your mask. Dorian followed after you as you wandered back to your desk.

“What’s your mark?” he asked when you sat down.

You glanced up from setting your mask in the UV sanitizer. “That’s…” You leaned back and cleared your throat. “That’s a little out of the blue for you, D.” You shook your head, then picked up your keyboard and started to type out your report. “What, uh, what gives?”

“Saw you and John talking about soulmates earlier,” he said as he pulled up a chair. When you glanced up, he smirked. “I can read lips,” he answered.

You gently tossed your keyboard away from you and sighed. Your eyes drifted across the bullpen. John’s smile still hadn’t faded. “Do you know Chromes don’t have soulmate marks?” you commented.

“No, no, I didn’t know that,” Dorian replied.

You nodded, “Mhmm.” Then, scrubbed your hands over your face, you tilted your head back over the back of your chair. “Something about the way that the changing of genetic make-up eliminates whatever code is programed in us that makes the soulmate tattoos.” You dropped your hands. “He could pick Valerie and no one would argue about it.”

“You’re jealous,” Dorian replied.

“Not jealous,” you shot back.

Dorian adjusted his feet and leaned closer. “So, what’s your mark?” he asked again.

You wrinkled your nose and sat up, pulling your keyboard back to you. Dorian continued to stare. You turned your arm over and yanked up your sleeve. He took your wrist to turn your arm out more. “I got it covered up,” you said, stroking your thumb over a spot in the middle of the black band. “I kinda had a melt down after my mark appeared, and when I finally started to really believe that a soulmate doesn’t make a person, I got it covered.”

“So, what was it?” he asked again. He pushed your thumb aside and brushed his fingers over the band. As he did so, you felt eyes land on you. You set your cheek on your fist. The lights on the side of Dorian’s face lit up. “I see UV ink,” he said as he continued to trace the tattoo, “Flowers?”

“Moonflowers,” you answered with a shrug, “They only bloom once and in very specific conditions.”

“Like a soulmate,” he added with a smile. He looked back down at the band. “Is that a rectangle?”

You pulled your arm back and tugged the sleeve down. “Yeah,” you said. You swallowed a lump that had formed in your throat. “Yeah, just a rectangle.”

“No, there was something else—”

“Everything okay here?” You and Dorian looked up. John stood in front of your desk, glancing between the two of you with a concerned frown. You scratched your neck and nodded, motioning to your screen. Dorian stood and pushed the chair back where it belonged. “You sure?” John asked you.

You nodded again. “Yeah.” You sat back, adjusting the keyboard in front of you. “I’m gonna stay and finish this report. I’ll send it in for the both of us, okay?”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” You smiled. “Get outta here.”

He hesitated by your desk, knocking his knuckles against it. “Let me know if you need help, okay?” he murmured.

You stared at him. “John—”

“I’m goin’,” he sighed.

You fished around in your bag and pulled out a set of wireless headphones, then synced it up to your phone, and got to work. Valerie left with a man you didn’t recognize, and Richard walked out after her a few hours later. Captain Maldonado left shortly after them. The lights dimmed and the MX’s headed off to the elevators that took them down to the basement. You stretched your arms above your head and groaned, then tugged the sleeves of your shirt up and twisted around in your seat.

Someone pulled your headphone off. You jumped. John stepped back, holding his hands up. The set dangled from his fingers.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said with an amused smile.

“Why are you still here?” you sighed, rubbing your face. You flopped back into your seat and turned to your computer. John pulled up a chair. He set the headphones down after powering them off, then slid a glass over to you. You stared at it.

“It’s bourbon,” he said with a nod to the glass. You turned your chair slowly until you faced him. “Thought you could use it.”

You picked it up. “You thought right,” you slowly said. He held up his glass. You clinked your own against it with a smile.

As John took a slow drink, he pointed at your arm. You turned it out towards him. “Dorian said it was a moonflower?”

You stopped, the glass to your lips. “Why?” you hesitantly asked.

He stared at your tattoo for a long time. Then, he gulped down the rest of his bourbon and pulled up his sleeve. On the outside of his bicep was a simple rectangle. He turned his arm out and showed you the inside of his arm. The outline of a familiar flower stared back at you. You practically threw your glass onto the desk and slid to the edge of your seat. You traced the flower with a faint touch.

“It was on my leg,” he said after a long stretch of silence. You bit your lip. “Nurse in the ICU was nice enough to draw it better for me after about a hundred ugly little sketches.” You gasped out a laugh, dazed at the fact that it was there, right in front of you. “So, what’s in the rectangle?” he asked.

You glanced up, too engrossed in the fact that your flower was tattooed on his skin. The flower you had thought a good representation of a soulmate - something you made, that was unique, that only appeared after certain conditions were met. You shook your head faintly, and whispered, “The name Reginald in your shitty handwriting.”

“You knew?” he asked.

You licked your lips and hesitantly pulled your hands back. “I dunno, I didn’t know for sure, I hadn’t seen the handwriting since I got it covered up, I—”

John cupped your face in his hands, cutting your sentence off. He leaned in, paused, then closed the gap between you both in a surprisingly soft kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed.

Soulmate or not, you couldn’t believe that he returned your feelings. You gripped the front of his shirt and kissed him back.

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brideofedoras · 4 years

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Kennex Imagine:

Imagine discovering John’s the reason you’ve been running out of olive oil

Warnings: Fluff and implied smut and masturbation

Rating: 18+

Word count: 404

I was looking for a Kennex gif yesterday and was inspired by this gif to write this one shot. I originally started out a little angsty with this before changing my mind. Enjoy!

Y/N frowned as she went through the cabinets. “Where the hell is the olive oil?”

“What’s that, Babe?” John’s voice echoed from the living room.

“I bought a bottle of olive oil a few weeks ago, where is it?” She sighed heavily. “How could a brand new, unopened four ounce bottle of olive oil disappear?”

John popped into the kitchen, a guilty look on his face. “I used it.”

She turned to frown at him. “You don’t cook unless it’s something you can pop in the microwave or fry up for breakfast. Olive oil does not go well with pancakes or french toast.”

He grimaced. “I didn’t use it for food.”

Her eyes widened in horror. “John Reginald Kennex, what the hell?!?!?!?! Really?!?!?!?”

John’s face contorted in confusion at first before it dawned on him what she meant. The deep belly laugh that erupted from him had her dissolving into giggles as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Jesus, Babe, no!” He rasped out. “If I do that, I do it in the shower and only when you’re not here. Haven’t had to since you moved in four months ago.”

“Then what are you using the olive oil for, John?” She pressed her cheek to his chest over the soothing beat of his heart.

“My leg.”

She tilted her head up to frown at him again. “Your leg?”

He nodded. “You know I have issues with it calibrating and the joints creaking. Dorian suggested olive oil. Rub it on the joint.”

She groaned. “And you couldn’t tell me so I could either buy you your own damned bottle or drag your ass to Rudy so he could check it out and see if he could work his tech magic to get it to calibrate properly?”

He gave her a sheepish smile.

She sighed. “You’re lucky I love you, Kennex…” She slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes widening when she realized what she had just said.

“You love me?” John crowded into her personal space, backing her against the counter. “You mean it?”

She squeezed her eyes shut before nodding.

His hand curled around her wrist, pulling her hand from her mouth.

“I love you, too, Babe,” he murmured before he kissed her.

“You’re buying a big jug of that oil,” Y/N snuggled into his bare chest later.

John pulled the covers over them. “The biggest jug I can find,” he agreed.

#almost human #john kennex #john kennex/reader #olive oil #fluff

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ninja-hamsterstyle · 5 years

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Is That My Shirt?

Pairing: John Kennex x Reader

Words: 137

Warnings: None.

“Is that my shirt?” Kennex asked, leaning against the doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers

You glanced up at him, then down at the oversized shirt that you stole from his laundry basket earlier. “It was.”

“Was?”

You nodded, a smile playing at your lips as you looked back at him. “It’s mine now,” You told him.

Kennex raised an eyebrow at you incredulously as he stepped into the living room. “Is it now?” He asked teasingly. “Are you admitting to stealing from a cop?”

“Maybe?” It sounded like a question. You pulled your legs underneath you to allow him room to sit on the couch.

“I could arrest you for that,” He said, but you both knew it wasn’t serious.

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow at him. “Do it, then.”

#john kennex x reader #john kennex/reader #almost human #a ninja writes

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440mxs-wife · 2 years

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In This Moment

Pairing: Det. John Kennex x F!Reader. Other Characters: Dorian, Det. Richard Paul, Capt. Sandra Maldonado, Ruthie (OFC), Simon Chandler (OMC)

Word Count: 6255 (I am utterly incapable of writing anything short)

Warnings: Co-Workers to Friends to Lovers, Bank Robbery, Injury with Hospital Stay, a bit of angst, but also FLUFFFF

Summary: Reader and Kennex are at odds while working on a case. Reader takes a coffee break, and overhears a comment made by Kennex. She takes an early lunch break to visit a friend, when things take a dangerous turn.

A/N: So, this Karl Urban character is a police detective in 2048, who has been assigned an android partner. The show only lasted one season, which may be why you haven’t heard of it. Anyway, hope you like it!

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"Why won't you at least consider the possibility that--" you started but were interrupted.

"Because we've already looked into the guy's alibi and have therefore dismissed him as a suspect," Detective John Kennex shot back.

"But what if the guy is lying? Do you have any way of knowing 100% whether or not he's being truthful?" you challenged.

"No, but you have no way of knowing 100% that he's lying! Look, I'm not arguing about this anymore, so the best thing you can do is get the file back open and keep looking," Kennex ordered.

"Fine," you muttered. Only instead of returning to your desk, you stormed off to the break room to get a fresh cup of coffee. You needed to gather your wits before trying again to work with Det. Kennex on this case.

"Say, Kennex, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you had a 'thing' for the fair lady detective," observed Det. Richard Paul with a chuckle. "The way you two argue all the time, it's kinda like you pulling on her braids at recess then running off," he snorted.

"It is interesting, the way you interact with her. Almost like some sort of bizarre mating dance," Kennex's partner, Dorian, added.

"All right, that's enough," Kennex snapped. "First of all, I do not dance," he retorted, glaring and pointing at Dorian. Kennex then went on to explain that second of all, he did not now, nor had he ever had a "thing" for you.

An audible gasp behind him caused John and everyone else to turn around and see the shocked and embarrassed look on your face. You quickly regained control of your emotions and quietly walked over to your desk. From your drawer, you took out your phone and your keys, readying to leave. There was no way you were sticking around the office after hearing such a humiliating admission from your colleague.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Det. Kennex approaching you. It didn't matter if he was coming over to clarify his remark or to apologize. Before he could open his mouth, you held up your hand to signify that you had no interest in what he had to say. You nudged Kennex out of the way as you walked around your desk and out the door.

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After you had exited the precinct building, you found a bench in a nearby park and sat down to regain your composure. You sent a text message to Captain Maldonado, to let her know that you were taking an early, possibly long lunch and would explain later if necessary. Remembering that your best friend, Ruthie, worked nearby at First National Bank, you left the park and headed over to her office. Hopefully, she had time to take an early lunch so you could commiserate with her about John Kennex.

You poked your head into Ruthie's office. "Knock knock, chickie," you grinned. Ruthie looked up to see you hanging half-in, half-out of her doorway and gave a shout of surprise. She dropped whatever she was working on and leapt from her chair to give you a hug.

"Hey! What are you doing here? Not that I'm not glad to see you, but aren't you supposed to be working?" she asked.

You settled into one of her chairs and heaved a loud sigh before explaining the situation between you and Det. Kennex. About your argument over the suspect's credibility on his alibi, to his stunning and heartbreaking confession of his non-feelings towards you.

"Okay, I get why you're upset about the case, but why are you so bent out of shape about his comment towards you?" Ruthie wondered.

You threw up your hands in frustration. "I don't know! He's so infuriating sometimes," you growled. "Why does a man with a body and face like his have to be so....so....aggravating?!?" you exclaimed.

"Ah-ha! I knew it, you have a 'thing' for Det. Kennex! Now we're getting somewhere. He certainly is a handsome man, I'll give you that," Ruthie acknowledged.

"'Handsome' doesn't begin to cover it, Ruthie," you muttered. You had been harboring a crush on Det. John Kennex ever since he came back to work from medical leave. Unfortunately, his recent outburst confirmed that the attraction between you was definitely one-sided. Didn't stop you, though, from having some less-than-appropriate thoughts about your co-worker's broad shoulders or his soft hazel eyes. And you were nearly desperate to know how his plump, perfect lips would feel against yours or any other part of your body.

"Hang on a minute," Ruthie's voice cut through your thoughts of how John's smile nearly causes your knees to buckle. "Do you hear that?" she asked.

You stopped and concentrated on any noises that seemed outside of the normal hustle and bustle found on a bank's business day. There were panicked screams, followed by shouting for people to get down. Then you heard that dreaded sound.

"Sounds like firecrackers," Ruthie remarked.

"Ruthie, those are NOT firecrackers. Start getting people from this end of the building out of here, and do it NOW. GO!" you commanded. You watched as Ruthie gathered people together and shuffled them towards the exits. From your back pocket, you pulled out your phone and hit the speed dial option for Capt. Maldonado. You tried to give her as much information as possible from what you could see while hiding in Ruthie's office.

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John stared at your empty work area for what felt like an eternity. Before you left, he'd wanted to apologize for what he had said. But when you held your hand up, he decided to respect your wishes and back off for the time being. Kennex promised himself that when you returned from wherever you'd gone, he would give you that apology.

His eyes drifted over to Capt. Maldonado's office, where he could see she was on the phone. The expression on her face suggested something serious had happened. Dorian wandered into Kennex's line of sight, forcing John to look up at his partner.

"Something wrong, John?" Dorian asked. "You've been uncharacteristically quiet since she left," he observed, his eyes darting in the direction of your desk.

Before John had a chance to answer, Capt. Maldonado came out of her office to address the bullpen. "Listen up. We've received a call of shots fired and a possible hostage situation at First National Bank. An as-yet unknown number of assailants dressed in tactical gear and carrying automatic weapons entered the bank and started firing. Det. Paul will be in charge of the on-site command center a few blocks away. John, you and Dorian will infiltrate the building and find a way to rescue any hostages," Maldonado commanded.

Kennex stood up from his desk and gestured with his thumb towards your desk. "Is she going to meet us down there, or should we wait for her here?" he asked.

Maldonado briefly dropped her gaze to the floor then looked up at her team. "She's already on the scene, and is the reason we have as much information as we do at the moment. She was visiting a friend of hers, a bank employee, when the building was taken and now she's trapped. You have your orders. Let's get going, people," Capt. Maldonado declared.

John slumped against his desk, his hand rubbing across the back of his neck. Dorian placed his hand on his partner's shoulder. "Come on, John," Dorian said softly. "We need to get down there and figure out how to safely get her and everyone else out of there." Kennex nodded and with a renewed determination, marched out to his cruiser with Dorian close behind him.

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"Okay Captain, I'm in here with about fifteen hostages. I think they were all taken to the vault. From here I can see there are four guys, and wait....one of them looks familiar. Dammit. I think he might work for Damien Thomas," you whispered. You turned your phone around and snapped a picture then sent it to your boss.

"All right, I'll send that over to see if it's enough for facial recognition. You're doing great, just be careful. You're our best and only source of information right now," Maldonado affirmed.

"Roger that, Captain," you replied. Voices started to approach your position, so you had to hang up from the call. You put your phone in your pocket and resumed your hiding place while the voices stood outside Ruthie's office.

You could hear bits and pieces of a conversation between two men. One of the names mentioned was Simon Chandler, which made your blood run cold. You remembered his name from a case when you were on the Hostage Rescue Team.

The men's voices were getting softer, which you thought meant that they had moved past the door. You cracked open the closet door and upon looking down, saw two pairs of military boots. Dammit. You held up both hands in surrender, but clutched your police badge in your left hand.

One of the men grabbed your arm and yanked you out of the closet. He got right in your face, close enough for you to detect the smell of stale coffee on his breath. "Someone's gonna to want to see you," he sneered.

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Kennex stared straight ahead as he drove, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were nearly white. He couldn't help but have an uneasy feeling about the outcome of this case, especially since you were involved. As much as he knew he needed to set aside his personal feelings, he was finding it difficult, a fact that Dorian picked up on from his partner.

"John, I can tell you're concerned about her, but she's right where we need her to be, feeding us information," Dorian remarked.

Only now did John turn his head to look at his partner. "Yeah? And what if something happens to her in the process? What if she creates this 'opportunity' for us to take those guys out, but she gets caught in the crossfire? Hmm? What then? I can't help but have a bad feeling about this," he grumbled as they arrived at the command post.

"John, she's a well-trained professional. She knows what she's doing and she won't take any unnecessary risks with anyone, including herself," Dorian pointed out.

"I know, I know," he grumbled. "Doesn't mean I have to like it, her being in there. If I hadn't said...." he drifted off.

"It's not your fault, John. You had no way to know that the bank where her best friend worked was going to get robbed today," Dorian reasoned then turned to face Kennex. "Wait a minute. You do like her, don't you?" he asked.

"Pfft, I have no idea what you're talking about," John muttered, hoping Dorian would drop it. When he didn't, Kennex gave a huff of laughter then smiled. "All right, yeah. I do. Kinda panicked when you guys were saying all that stuff because I'm a dumbass. That, and I didn't exactly want her to know just yet," he admitted.

"Really? How long have you felt this way?" Dorian wondered.

"Probably since I met her when I came back to work. Dorian, she's amazing. She's got this smile that immediately puts you at ease, which is why she's so good talking with the families and kids. Her eyes have this sort of pull, so all you want to do is be close to her. She's thoughtful, puts others ahead of herself. And she's so damned smart it's almost scary the way her mind works," Kennex explained.

"Well, then let's get her out of there so you can tell her all of that and apologize for what you said before and for being a dumbass," Dorian replied with a wry smile.

John nodded. "Let's go, partner," he commanded after he and Dorian were clad in their tactical gear including their weapons.

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"Well, well, so nice to see you again, Detective is it now? Whatever brings you to the bank on this fine day, and without your MX?" Simon Chandler drawled.

"Lunch with a friend. Didn't think I'd need my MX to do that. But you and your friends kind of ruined our plans with this little operation you've got going on here. What exactly is your plan, anyway?" you asked.

Simon hummed to himself then backhanded you across the face. You felt the sting and could tell a bruise would soon be forming. "Given my experience with you the last time we met, I'm sure you can understand why I might not respond well to your questions," Simon retorted.

As you massaged your cheek, you noticed a remote control sitting on the desk next to Simon's hand. That could only mean that explosives were in play, which changed everything. You'd have to be careful when communicating with him.

Seeing the preparations being made, you knew that Simon was likely using explosives as his exit strategy. From your previous encounter with Simon, he was a cold, calculating man. He wouldn't hesitate to leave his men behind to die while he escaped from the authorities with what they came for.

Most, if not all, of the hostages were in the vault, which you hoped should offer them some protection. However, anyone outside of the vault would be seriously injured or worse if any explosives were ever detonated. Including yourself.

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John could see the lights flashing on the side of Dorian's face, indicating that he was accessing information. After a few minutes, Dorian shifted his attention to his partner. "We need to get in there somehow, and I think I know how we might be able to do that," Dorian suggested.

"Hold up, Kennex, our sniper on the roof of that nearby building is working on getting a clear shot at the leader," Det. Paul relayed.

Capt. Maldonado broke in and headed off the debate between the two detectives. "Facial Rec says the leader is Simon Chandler, who used to work for mob boss Damien Thomas. Before she moved to Homicide, our detective got Simon sent to prison for ten years on a robbery charge. She was part of the Hostage Rescue Team, and was able to get nearly all of the hostages out unharmed," she explained.

"Damn, I remember that case," Det. Paul remarked. "That was her?" he asked, shocked.

"That was her. Turned out that one of the last hostages got scared and somehow blew the rescue op. Simon's team figured out what was going on, so they started firing. She jumped into the line of fire, discharged her weapon and took a guy out. She took some shots in her vest and got clipped in her side. One of the other guys ended up shooting and killing the hostage, though," Capt. Maldonado stated.

Everyone stopped to consider the implications of the captain's previous statement regarding your last case. Kennex knew it was likely that those events would be running through your mind as this was a similar situation. "We have to make sure that doesn't happen again, because this time, she's not wearing body armor," Kennex cautioned.

At that moment, Det. Paul's hand flew up to his ear. John and Dorian could see him nodding, then the detective returned his attention to his colleagues. "All right, we have a slight problem. Through his scope, the sniper was able to see--" the rest of his communication was cut off when an explosion ripped through the bank building.

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"Talk to me people, what's happening down there?" Capt. Maldonado demanded. "I need to know the situation, someone answer me!" she shouted before slamming her hand on her desk. A crackle of static on the line, then she heard Det. Paul's voice.

"We're all right over here, the shock wave from the explosion knocked us back a bit. No damage here, but we're headed over to assess the situation at the bank," Det. Paul answered.

Sandra's hand flew to her mouth, knowing she hadn't heard from you in a while and that you were likely still inside the bank. She asked if anyone knew about your status, whether or not you got out of the bank in time.

"We're going in right now to look for survivors, Captain, we'll let you know," Kennex grimly answered.

As the team went through the rubble, they found that Simon and all of his men perished in the blast. The hostages were found in the vault, which had almost completely protected them from the explosion. Most of them only had minor cuts and bruises from flying shards of glass from the windows. Once they were outside, the paramedics outside treated the wounded. Now it was just a matter of finding you, hopefully alive.

Among the rubble were pieces of concrete of various sizes, some with rebar sticking out of them. There were overturned office desks, chairs thrown against the wall and charred papers strewn all over the floor. Det. Paul and his team were sifting through the debris, while Dorian scanned for any body heat signatures.

The shock wave from the blast had knocked you clear across the lobby and into a cubicle partition. Through Dorian's ability to scan for thermal images, they found you under an L-shaped desk. The structure somewhat helped to shelter you from the falling debris. Dorian could tell you had a broken arm, so he called out to the paramedics as he hurried over, Kennex right behind him.

"Over here!" Dorian shouted as he and John pulled away the broken pieces of concrete. The closer they got to you, the less frantic and more careful their movements were. As they dug you out, you tried to pull yourself out from under the desk, but Kennex stopped you. "Whoa whoa, easy there, sweetheart. Try not to move just yet. We don't know if you've got anything broken, so try and stay still, okay?" he coaxed.

"Are the hostages okay? Anyone injured?" you choked out then lapsed into a coughing fit. You had a gash above your eyebrow that had previously been trickling blood down the side of your face.

"They're fine honey, don't worry. We've got them taken care of. Now it's your turn," Kennex soothed.

By this time, a paramedic team had reached your position with a stretcher and their med kit. John stepped away to let them check you over while he was giving Capt. Maldonado an update on your situation. Dorian stayed on the outer edges of the scene but kept his well-trained eyes on you.

One of the medics started attached a pulse oxymeter to your finger and started taking your blood pressure. The other shone a light in your eyes to check pupil reaction, then examined your head wound. The first medic started checking for internal injuries and when he pressed on a couple of places on your midsection, you winced in pain.

"Your BP is a little elevated, which is to be expected and your pulse/ox rate is a little below the normal range. You'll likely need something to close that gash above your eyebrow. But right now we need to evaluate you further for internal bleeding and probable bruised ribs," the medic added. "Not to mention treatment for that fractured arm of yours," he said as he narrowed his gaze at you.

You draped your good arm over your eyes, then groaned aloud at the prospect of having to be admitted to the hospital. It was truly the last place you wanted to spend any great length of time. "Are you....are you sure...." you tried to say as they were wheeling you to the ambulance. You were fumbling with your words because you started to see black spots in your vision. Your eyes drifted shut as you lost consciousness.

Dorian was quietly monitoring you from the background while Kennex was still updating the captain on what happened. He saw you black out and knew something was wrong when the paramedics rushed you from the scene in the ambulance. "John! Come on, something's happened with her, we gotta go!" Dorian shouted.

With his phone still connected to the captain and on speaker, Dorian explained the extent of your injuries. "Everything seemed to be okay, until she suddenly lost consciousness. The ambulance just sped out of here with her," he explained.

"Which hospital would they have taken her to?" Kennex asked the captain. She gave him the name, and both men checked in with Det. Paul to let him know what had happened with you. As soon as they were cleared to go, Kennex and Dorian took off in their cruiser to join you at the hospital.

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Kennex burst through the doors of the hospital's ER entrance, with Dorian close behind him. He marched up to the Admissions Desk and asked a nurse about your condition. "She's in surgery at the moment, Detective. If you have a seat in the waiting room, the doctor will come out to update you on her condition," she remarked.

When it seemed like John didn't want to budge, Dorian put a hand on his partner's shoulder and steered him over to the waiting room. Over the next couple of hours, Kennex alternated between checking his phone and pacing the floor. Dorian left a couple of times in search of coffee and snacks for his partner, but John refused anything until he heard from the doctor.

Some time later, Det. Paul, Capt. Maldonado and some of the other squad members joined Kennex and Dorian to wait for updates. Finally, when the doctor called out your name, all of them stood up to hear the news. He stated that surgery had been successful in repairing your internal injuries. Your broken arm had been reset and put into a plaster cast. "At this time, she has not yet regained consciousness, which is a bit of a concern," he explained.

"What could be causing that, Doc?" Kennex asked.

"We're closely monitoring her condition for a possible concussion. The sooner she wakes up, the quicker her recovery will be," the doctor answered.

"When can we see her?" Capt. Maldonado inquired.

"I can have a nurse take you to see her anytime you're ready," he replied. "There's no reason to believe she won't make a full recovery once she's regained consciousness. That's the biggest hurdle right now," he remarked before excusing himself from the group.

A nurse stepped over to take everyone to your room, which was at the end of a hallway with its own waiting area. As they walked, Det. Paul called out to Kennex, saying he had some inside information about what happened in the bank.

"Just before the explosives went off, the sniper said she had picked up the remote control and was trying to remove the batteries. Chandler saw what she was doing and started fighting with her over it. He managed to get it away from her, but in doing so, he pushed the button. A few of the hostages saw it and confirmed what our guy saw through his scope," he explained. "Thought you should know about how she tried to save everyone."

"Yeah thanks, Richard," Kennex acknowledged.

"Like you said earlier, putting others ahead of herself," Dorian mentioned. Kennex nodded in agreement. "Come on, John. Let's go see her," he nudged.

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Nothing could've prepared anyone for the sight of you in your hospital bed. You were connected by wires to machines to monitor your condition, such as blood pressure and oxygen level. A constant beeping noise filled the room, as no one knew what to say or think at the moment. One by one, your colleagues filed in and walked over to your bedside. They squeezed your hand, mumbled some words of encouragement, then walked out.

Soon, it was only John and Dorian left in your room. Kennex didn't want to leave quite yet, because he felt there were some unfinished business between you. For that reason, he pulled up a chair next to your bed and sat down on it, facing backwards. Dorian said he was going to walk the captain to her car, but John paid no attention. He barely nodded at his partner, then he took your hand in his.

When the door closed, Kennex's mask slipped a little, letting his emotions show. "Oh, darlin'," he whispered. "I'm so sorry this happened to you. If I hadn't said that stuff about you back at the precinct, maybe....maybe you wouldn't have been caught up in this mess at all. This one's on me," Kennex added. He pressed his lips to the back of your hand, then rested his forehead against it.

For what felt like forever, John listened to the beeping of the machines, while silently willing you to wake up. Suddenly his head jerked up in surprise when he thought he felt your hand squeeze back ever so slightly. His eyes locked on to your face, waiting to see if you were waking up. When they didn't open right away, he began to think he imagined you squeezing his hand. His gaze dropped to focus on the intricate weave of the hospital blanket covering you.

"'S not your fault, John," you croaked, eyes slowly fluttering open.

"What?" he whispered.

"What happened to me at the bank, it's not your f--" you started, but fell into a coughing fit. Your eyes landed on a small plastic cup of water and you gestured for John to hand it to you. He angled the bent straw towards you to make it easier for you to take a drink. The cool water was a balm for your throat after all the dust you breathed in due to the bank explosion.

Once your coughing fit had subsided, John stood up from his chair. "I'm gonna go get the doctor, okay? Hold on, darlin'," he grinned. Before he left, he swept the hair from your forehead and tucked it behind your ear, for which you gave him a tentative smile.

The doctor filled you in on your injuries and what it was going to take for you to fully recover. Kennex stepped out in the hallway to call the captain and update her on the good news. Dorian was returning to your room and was happy to hear that you had regained consciousness. After the doctor left, John and Dorian came back in, each taking a chair on either side of your bed.

Kennex picked up your hand in both of his, which did not escape Dorian's notice. "You know, I'm sure you two have a lot of talking to do, so I'll catch a cab on out of here," he affirmed.

Part of you would've enjoyed having John's full attention for once. However, the other part of you wondered about the reason why he was suddenly so attentive. You asked yourself how much of it was his real feelings and how much was fallout from the intensity of what happened in the bank. That was the part of you that was fiercely protecting your heart, in case you were reading too much into the situation.

"What's there to talk about, Dorian? I'm sure the captain has all the details of what went down at the bank. Simon and his crew are dead, and all of the hostages got out, right? I'd say 'case closed'," you affirmed. "Besides, I'm getting kind of tired, sorry," you added, suddenly very interested in your hands.

Dorian's eyes flickered over to see Kennex's reaction to your statement that there really wasn't anything more to talk about. John swallowed hard and gently released your hand from his grasp. "Well, I guess we'd better let you get your rest then," John replied. "We can come up and see you tomorrow if you want," he suggested.

You shrugged. "If you want. You don't have to make a special trip up here just for me. I'm actually hoping I get to go home soon," you remarked. It was getting harder to hold back your emotions, which were threatening to break free at any moment.

"Guess we'll see you around, then. Hope you feel better after you get some rest," Kennex responded. He and Dorian walked out the door, with only Dorian sparing you a backwards glance. As soon as the door was closed, the tears began in earnest and the sob you'd been holding back finally broke free.

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Silence reigned supreme in the cruiser on the way back to where Dorian lived. Neither man seemed to want to talk about the case or the last conversation in your room. Dorian knew it was likely that both you and John were holding back from each other out of fear. You pulled back because you were afraid that John's feelings weren't genuine, based on what happened before you left. Dorian wondered if John retreated because he thinks you may have changed your mind about your feelings for him. He knew otherwise, so he decided to press the issue with John.

"So, what time tomorrow did you want to go back up and visit with her?" Dorian asked.

"Don't think I'm going to have time tomorrow. Gotta write up my report on the bank job, then we have other cases to work on," Kennex replied. "Besides, you heard her. I don't think she's too keen on having my company right now," he muttered.

"Did you ever stop to think that even though that's what she said, it's not exactly what she meant?" Dorian suggested.

Kennex looked at his partner like he was going to sprout another head. "Well now, what exactly is that supposed to mean?" he asked. "You were there, Dorian. She all but threw us out of her room, then it's like she doesn't even want me--er, us--to visit her," he grumbled.

Dorian gave his partner an exasperated sigh as he rolled his eyes. "John, think about it. She had just been through an intense and traumatic event. She barely made it out of that bank alive with a broken arm and bruised ribs, only to have to go through surgery to fix the internal injuries," he shot back. "The last thing she remembers is your declaration that you don't think of her in a romantic way. As much as she may want you with her right now, I'm sure she's questioning your reasons for wanting to be there," he explained.

Kennex took a moment to consider what his partner was saying. True, your ego was probably still stinging from the way he'd so publicly brushed you off prior to the bank incident. No way could John fault you for being upset at that. But if Dorian was right, then he was just as guilty as you were of saying one thing but meaning something else. That when put on the spot, he panicked and said he didn't have feelings for you. While in truth, he wanted to tell you how special you were to him.

The silence in the cruiser resumed until it pulled up in front of Dorian's residence, where John waited for Dorian to exit the car. Dorian, however, had one last piece of advice for his partner. "Do yourself a favor, John. Go back up there and see her tonight, before you have a chance to change your mind," he advised. "If there's anything to be learned from what happened today, it's to not wait another minute before telling her how you feel."

John's mouth twisted into a wry grin. "All right, partner. I'll take it under advisement. Goodnight, Dorian," he replied as Dorian exited the car. Kennex waited until Dorian was all the way into the building before pulling away from the curb. He started to drive towards his favorite restaurant after deciding to pick up an order of noodles to go.

When Kennex pulled up in front of the restaurant, he didn't get out of the cruiser right away. He thought about what Dorian had said about not waiting to tell you how he felt. After what happened today, it was clear that there's no promise of tomorrow, so gotta live for the moment. John left the noodle restaurant and headed back to the hospital, even though visiting hours were over. If he had to flash his badge and cite "official police business" to get to talk to you, then that's what he was going to do.

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Remote in hand, you scrolled through the programming available on the TV in your hospital room. "Not much to choose from," you muttered to yourself. You turned the TV off and placed the remote on the table next to you. Eyes cast downward, you stared at your hands fidgeting in your lap, trying to resist the urge to chew on your fingernails.

A squeak to your left caught your attention as you saw the door to your room slowly creak open. You saw a mop of dark hair poke around the door, then realized that Kennex had come back. At first, you weren't sure what to make of his return. Maybe there was something else he wanted to ask you about the case, or some terse remark he forgot to make at your earlier dismissal of him. You still hadn't decided on his motive for being in your room when he pulled up a chair next to your bed and sat down.

"If you're feeling up to it, I'd like to talk with you about what happened earlier," Kennex began.

Business. Okay, so that's how this was going to go, you thought. "What would you like to know, Detective Kennex?"

Formal title, he inwardly winced. This wasn't starting out well, he silently groaned. "It's not about the case, but rather something I want you to know," he took a deep breath before continuing. "Earlier in the bullpen, I wanted to talk to you before you took your stuff and left. Then, there was all this mess with the bank and you ended up in here. I wanted to apologize for what I said," Kennex replied.

"Apologize? After what you said, how do I know this is real?" you whispered. "How do I know this isn't just you feeling guilty about something bad that happened to me? I don't want you to be doing anything out of some obligation or sense of duty."

Kennex reached over and took your hand in his, squeezing it gently. "Feel this? This is real, me holding your hand. You've had my attention since I met you, when I got back from medical leave. I've been trying to figure out a way to tell you though, but in private. Anything other than broadcasting it all over the station. I am sorry, sweetheart. I never meant to hurt you, and I hope you can forgive me at some point," he finished.

When you didn't say anything, Kennex figured he'd said his piece and decided to leave with his heart and his pride still somewhat intact. He had risen halfway out of his chair and took one hand off yours before you tightened your grip on the remaining hand. "Wait. Please stay," you implored.

John eased himself back onto the chair to sit back down, and you took it as your opportunity to continue. "I've been crazy about you since you got back from medical leave. I'm surprised you haven't caught me staring," you admitted sheepishly.

"Really? You mean we've secretly had a 'thing' for one another for about the same period of time?" Kennex questioned, to which you nodded. "Wow. I really haven't noticed you staring, but now that you've brought it up, I'm guessing you like what you see?" he smirked.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. "What am I going to do with you, Kennex?" you replied in mock exasperation.

"Oh," he grinned. "I'm sure we can think of more than a few things we can do together," he remarked as he leaned towards you. His hand came up to cradle your face and gently tugged you closer. John was quick to connect his lips with yours in a sweet but insistent kiss. One that quickly turned into a "don't-want-to spend-another-moment-without-you" kiss.

You broke away from Kennex so that you could both catch your breath. "Well, that's certainly a step in the right direction, Detective Kennex," you whispered.

"Call me John," he murmured before diving in again to capture your lips with his. This kiss was different than before, slower, trying to take his time with you. The way his lips moved against yours conveyed the love and adoration he had for you that had been building for so long.

When the need for oxygen became important, the kiss was broken. "So, what made you come back? I mean, visiting hours are over," you noted.

Kennex lowered his gaze and gave you a sheepish grin. "It's Dorian's fault," he affirmed. "He reminded me that tomorrow isn't guaranteed. Then he said I shouldn't wait before telling you how I feel," he explained.

"He's right," you agreed. "We have to take life as it comes at us, and live each moment to the fullest," you remarked. "And I am so looking forward to spending my moments with you."

"My sentiments exactly, sweetheart," Kennex replied, then pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. He chuckled while he watched you try to stifle a yawn. "Time for you to rest, baby," he murmured. You closed your eyes and gave out a contented hum as you drifted off to sleep, your hand firmly in John's grasp.

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thesoftdumbass · 3 years

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Karl Urban masterlist

BACK TO MAIN MASTERLIST

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Another Time, Another Place

Leonard McCoy x reader, John Kennex x reader

Thanks to a transporter malfunction, you end up in the past with a familiar face, but what do you do when it belongs to a completely different person? >posted April 2018

Hey, Asshole!

Vascar "Black Hat" x reader (Priest)

AU! You didn’t know at the beginning of your bar shift that everything would be different by the end of the night, but when you hear those two words, your entire life changes. >posted 9/30/18

*Burnin' Up

Siberius Vaako x reader (Chronicles of Riddick)

Vaako walks into your rooms to discover you barely dressed. he really enjoys it. >posted 7/7/19

#nothing new here #just redoing my masterlist because it's a cluttered mess #karl urban masterlist #karl urban x reader #john kennex x reader #black hat x reader #siberius vaako x reader

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Dating Profile

Pairing: John Kennex x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word Count: 535

Warnings: Alcohol

Requested By: @writerdee1701

32. Person A and Person B are friends and neither of them have a date for Valentine’s Day, so they decide to order takeout of some kind and watch a movie together. At some point, hidden feelings are revealed.

A/n: I'm on a roll tonight. I love this prompt so much.

"John?" You knocked on the door to his apartment.

It was Valentine's weekend, and you were ridiculously exhausted after dealing with work. People switching shifts, people leaving early, and people coming in late was enough for you to pull your hair out in frustration. Normally, you didn't mind. But the amount of people begging you to go overtime or taking their shifts irked you to no end.

The door flung open, revealing a slightly disheveled looking police officer eyeing you with an amused look. "Y/N."

"Fancy some bourbon and some company?" You held out a bottle of alcohol and two glasses.

"Come on in."

"Dorian not here?" You asked, pushing the door closed behind you. "Don't tell me that he's got a date too."

"With Rudy," He answered with a grin. "Did you eat dinner yet?"

"Not yet. Skipped lunch because some ass of a co worker left early and I didn't get a chance to take that one hour of a break," You frowned. "I'll have whatever you're getting."

After a nice helping of orange chicken and fried rice, you settled against the couch. As John worked on filling the glasses with amber liquid, you flipped through the tv before finally turning it off. "Too mushy, too cheesy. Might as well listen to some white noise and call it a night."

"No dates, no one's interested in taking you out for a change?" He handed a glass to you.

"There is one, you know him too. Cynical, proud, good looking, quiet, only gets angry once in a while," You listed off some qualities with your fingers.

John suspiciously narrowed his eyes at you. "Let me guess, you're fostering a puppy."

"Well yes, the pup's biting my head off at home. Need a breather ," You admitted. "You'd chop my head off if I came by with a cat, what with your allergies and what not."

Another side glance then at his drink. A comfortable silence went by before you picked up the remote, intent on listening to some music to pass the time.

"I well, Y/N, I'm glad you stopped by," The cop started unsure where this was going.

"I'm glad I did too," You frowned at the selections. "Or who else is going to make sure you're eating or help oil up that leg of yours despite how much you despise it?"

"Dorian," You and him both answered, laughing at the end.

A genuine laugh. A sound that you haven't heard since his girlfriend Anna betrayed him and the force that placed him in a coma. Then actually meeting him when his synthetic leg was giving him problems.

"I should get going," You hauled yourself to your feet with a groan, finishing the last of the glass. "Thanks again for the dinner and company, John. Really needed it after the fiasco at work."

Suddenly, he pulled on your hand. "Bring the pup over. It seems we're due for a weekend together."

"You finally came to your senses, Dr. Richard."

His eyes widened as you smirked. "Fuck. Dorian created that damn dating profile, not me!"

"Sure it wasn't you, Mister Capricorn Who Loves Danger."

It was a good start to something better.

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ravennawritesfanfiction · 3 years

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My Way To You (AO3 Link)

Here is the complete series’ link to AO3

#almost human #star trek #CrossOver #leonard mccoy x reader #john kennex x reader

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emily-strange · 4 years

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Shag, Marry, Kill part 2

Carrying on from @below-average-fangirl 🥳 (I hope you don't mind!!)

John Kennex, Skurge and Bones!

Marry is pretty bloody easy for me, Leonard McCoy is the love of my life. In any form 😂

I totally thought when I started this it'd be a different answer but now I'm here....I'm doing it....Shag Skurge and Kill (I feel awful) John!

I just don't think I could pass up the chance to shag an Asgardian 😂😬

I'm also stealing the original taglist (again, really hope you don't mind 🙏🏻)

But jump in if you want to answer too!

@below-average-fangirl @billybutchersbabe @nora-hewlett @urban-trek-thru-middle-earth @brideofedoras

#karl urban #leonard mccoy love of my life #leonard mccoy #star trek #star trek aos #john kennex #almost Human #skurge #skurge x reader #marvel #thor ragnarok #Ragnarok #shag marry kill #FMK

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portals-to-a-new-world · 4 years

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Shattered Glass

Who?: John Kennex x Reader

What?: YN and John fight, forcing both of them to realize some truths neither were willing to admit.

Word Count: 4724

Warnings: Angst, Intrusive Thoughts, Self-Image Struggles, Portrayals of Depression and Anxiety, Language, Smut, Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it, y’all), Semi-Public Sex, Fluff

A/n: Hey y’all! This started out as a therapy fic for me after I’d had a bad day at work and just sort of snowballed lol. I’d just like to reiterate that this has portrayals of negative self image and anxiety/depression so please don’t put yourself at risk if that’s going to trigger you. I’d like to give yet another shoutout to the absolutely brilliant @bakerstreethound, without whom this story couldn’t have happened. She kept me sane during the beginning and has been the bestest friend and partner anyone could ask for. Ace, I really don’t know what I’d do without you 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 Finally, I’m not tagging in this one, simply because I’m currently trying to work out a way to organize my tags so that people only get tagged in what they want to be :). Keep an eye out for a post soon with further details, peaches. Oh just one more thing, I’ve been seeing a lot of blogs having their works reposted on other sites without permission, and I’d like to establish here that I do not give anyone permission to repost my works. I’m on AO3 under the same username, but any other sites are not me.

Rough days were standard in your line of work. You'd think that after 3 years in the industry, the last 5 months of which being spent with your current employer, would have you used to the stress. Then again, you weren't sure anyone could get used to the bitch of a co-worker who was causing 80% of your issues. You were higher up in the company than her, but because she'd been with them longer, she seemed to think she could order you around. Going to your bosses achieved nothing, as she was apparently "invaluable" to the company, and didn't bother listening to them anyway. It wasn't a big deal at first, just one of those "ignore them, and they'll go away" situations, but as time progressed it got increasingly worse. Today you were forced to endure her screaming insults and ranting at you about a mistake your partner had made. Your day only seemed to get worse from there, and by the time you got off, you were about ready to blow a fuse. 4 bouts of road rage and a spilled coffee later, and you finally walked through the door to your apartment, slamming it shut behind you. John's head poked around the corner from the kitchen, noodles hanging from his lips. "Jesus. Is the door still standing?" He asked once he'd swallowed. You just huffed in response. He raised an eyebrow as you walked past without giving your usual greeting in the form of a kiss. "Hello to you, too, then." He mumbled. You waved your hand sarcastically over your shoulder.

"Hey," You said. John's concern was written all over his face as he followed you into the living room. He spoke as you plopped onto the couch, placing your head in your hands.

"I'd ask if you're okay, but clearly you're not so-"

"Sorry, Detective, but you must be losing your touch because I'm fine." You said, looking up to offer a strained smile, which was met with a skeptical eyebrow raise.

"Uh-huh, and Richard's being promoted to captain. Don't bullshit me, (Y/N/N). What's wrong?" He placed a hand on your shoulder as he finished. You shrugged it off and stood to your feet, ignoring the incredulous look on his face at your actions.

"I said I'm fine, John. Just let it go." You turned to walk away, but his hand shot out to grab ahold of your wrist. You tried to tug it free, which only served to draw him to his feet. He pinned your arm against his chest, pulling you in close. "Let me go." You said as you continued to struggle against him. Any other time you'd've found being pinned against such a handsome bastard incredibly sexy, in fact, that's probably why he did it in the first place. The notion was like throwing a match onto gasoline, igniting the rage that had been simmering under the surface into a full-on blaze.

"What the hell's gotten into you??" He demanded.

"I told you to fucking let it go, Kennex. In fact, you might as well go ahead and leave altogether, cause I'm not in the mood to fuck you tonight." He dropped your wrist as if scalded and took two steps back to search your face in angry disbelief before replying.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" You threw your hands in the air in exasperation.

"Oh, come on! I'm not stupid, John. There was never going to be anything serious between us. You're not capable of trusting, let alone loving, anyone after Anna, and even if you were, you'd never choose me." He opened his mouth to reply, but you cut him off. "No, you wouldn't. Put me in a line up with every woman you've ever been attracted to, and the differences are fucking painfully obvious." You took a deep breath before continuing. "I was not, and never will be, anything more to you than convenient, no matter how much I love you. Okay? So, you don't have to pretend to fucking care anymore, John."

"How dare you! I can't believe I'm standing here listening to this bullshit; matter of fact," He paused and gestured as if an idea just occurred to him. "I'm not going to!" He stormed over to his coat and yanked it off the counter before throwing it on. He stopped momentarily to look back at you, mouth open to speak before sighing roughly in frustration. "Fuck this." Without another word, he was going out your door, slamming it so hard behind him that the pictures on the wall fell and crashed on the floor. In a single moment, everything in you shattered like glass. You collapsed in a heap as sobs began to rip through your chest. It's for the best. He would have left eventually, anyway. Why would he want to stay with a useless, disgusting, pathetic thing like you? God, you can't even handle the basic stress of everyday problems, while he's out there still doing his job after everything he's been through. I mean, how weak can you be?? No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop the thoughts from invading your mind. Each one cut deeper than the last until you were numb. Eventually you stood to your feet, drained and feeling hopeless. Your body moved on autopilot, carrying you through your nightly routine and into bed. You slept in fits and starts, nightmares plaguing nearly every second. When your body finally gave in to the utter exhaustion, a tiny part of you had hoped that you would wake up to find it'd all been a dream. Most of you didn't want to wake up at all, though.

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Unfortunately, neither part of you got its wish. You did indeed wake up, and you woke up to an empty bed. Your heart broke as you realized just how badly you'd fucked up. You didn't have time to dwell on your failures, though, as your phone was ringing, and upon answering, you discovered you were over an hour late for work. You shot up out of bed and quickly threw some clothes on, rushing through your morning essentials. As you stepped out of your front door, you looked up and saw dark storm clouds rolling in. You flipped through the radio in your car and found out that the storms were supposed to last through the rest of the week. At least the weather matched how you felt inside. Unsurprisingly, your problematic co-worker was standing ready to lay into you the moment you stepped through the doors. It took every ounce of what little strength you had left not to break down right then and there. By some stroke of luck, she was called away by your bosses, and you quickly took off to your desk. Your day was almost typical, until around 2 pm, your phone buzzed with an incoming text. Your heart stopped as you looked at the name on the screen. John. Your hands were shaking as you unlocked the phone to read the message.

Come by my place when you get off. We need to have a serious talk.

All of your fears came crashing down on you at once, punching through your chest like a bullet. You stumbled your way into the bathroom and latched onto the sink edge to anchor yourself. So this really was it. He was breaking up with you. Your hand flew up to press against your chest as the ache there blossomed into raw agony. At least he had the decency to do it in person. He could have just ghosted you. You continued to rub your chest as you typed out a simple 'okay' in response. A quick glance at the time revealed that you still had three hours left in your shift. You took a few deep breaths and splashed some cool water on your face. The last thing you needed was for someone to ask "what's wrong" and you end up breaking down in front of God and everyone. After you managed to calm down enough to return to your desk, time seemed to slow down, until the remaining three hours felt like twelve. You'd also discovered that you'd left your rain jacket at John's the last time you'd spent the night. Still, most of your body was numb by then anyway, so it didn't really matter as you stepped out into what had to be a freezing downpour at the end of your shift. In all honesty you were grateful for the numbness. You almost certainly would have never been able to drive had it not been for the near void that threatened to consume you as you drove through the crowded city. When you pulled up into the driveway, some of the emptiness cleared away, leaving panic in your chest and your whole body shivering as you sprinted to the door. You hardly registered John opening the door and pulling you inside. Your focus was locked on to the way his face moved while he spoke, committed to memorizing every detail while you still had the chance. Your gaze had fallen to his perfectly plump lips when you realized he was saying your name.

"Y/n, can you hear me, sweetheart?" You shook your head to clear some of the fog from your mind. Might as well get it over with.

"Yeah-" You cleared your throat. "Yeah, I can hear you. When do you wanna come by and get your stuff? Or would you rather me just drop it off here for you?" Confusion flooded his features as you finished.

"What are you talking about? Why would I need my stuff back?" Damn, was he so done with you that he didn't even want his stuff back? You dropped your eyes, knowing that you wouldn't be able to hold his gaze without breaking down completely.

"You're breaking up with me, right?" You cursed silently as tears began to stream down your face. Gentle fingers pressed up beneath your chin to tilt your face back up.

"You haven't listened to a word I've said, have you?" You didn't respond, too caught up in the softness of his eyes, and he didn't bother waiting for one anyway. "I said I shouldn't have walked out on you last night. I had some excuse about being tired, but the truth is I was afraid because you were right. I didn't think I would ever be able to love anyone again after Anna." Your heart clenched and the tears began to fall even harder as breathing became difficult. Had you been watching his face, you would have seen the heartache ooze across his features as he watched you break down in front of him. As it were, your gaze had fallen back to the floor, and you jumped when his hand moved up to cradle your face softly. "I was so pissed at myself, and at you for being right, that it wasn't until this morning when I woke up without you in my arms, and it hurt that I realized just how wrong we both had been. You're wrong about me never choosing you. You're smart and kind, and so beautiful you take my breath away when you walk into a room." You hiccupped and fell apart as you processed what he was saying to you. He rushed to pull you into his arms as your knees threatened to give out, and just held you until you could breathe again. He pulled back far enough to look you in the eyes before he continued speaking. "And I was wrong. Because I do love you, and I'm sorry it took me so long to figure that out." You gasped deeply and threw your arms around his neck.

"I'm so sorry too. I never should have taken out my frustrations about work on you."

"It's alright. Do you wanna talk about it?" Part of you still felt stupid about the reason for your outburst, but you felt so safe in his embrace that you found yourself nodding in affirmation. He placed a kiss on the top of your head and let you go. The sudden lack of his warmth sent shivers up your spine.

"Jesus. Why's it so cold in here?" You asked, rubbing your arms. He reached out and took your hand with a grin.

"Part of your surprise." He said with a wink. "Come on. I'll show you." You followed him around the corner and into the main room. You came to a stop as your eyes fell on the mounds of blankets and pillows arranged on the floor. He turned to look back when you stopped, and he seemed disappointed when you just looked at him in confusion. "You mentioned a while back that you loved the sound of the rain on the roof here. I'd figured-" He cringed slightly as he stumbled over his words. "Well, I mean I'd hoped-" He began to rub the back of his neck nervously before he continued. "I'd hoped that we'd be able to work things out, so I went ahead and got everything set up. Since they're calling for the storms to last for so long and all." Deciding to put him out of his misery, you stepped forward and pulled him down into a kiss. All the tension left his body as your lips connected, and you couldn't help but grin as you broke apart.

"I promise to not tell Dorian that you're secretly a big ol teddy bear who remembers tiny details about his girlfriend." You joked. John rolled his eyes, but still had a small smile on his face as he pulled you back in for another kiss. Despite his closeness, another chill ran down your spine, reminding you of your original query. "Doesn't explain why it's so flippin cold in here, though." He looked at you and gestured as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"It's a pillow fort. And you've got the internal body temperature of a small space heater. I'd really prefer to not sweat my ass off." He said. You bit your lip to hide your grin as you nodded gravely before replying.

"That would be a tragedy." He also was fighting a smirk as he slightly tilted his head in agreement.

"Exactly. My ass is a national treasure," He said. You giggled and let your smile finally breakthrough as he gestured in a 'come hither' motion. You began to worry your bottom lip between your teeth as you stepped forward. He reached over and pulled the soaking wet towel from your shoulders, surprise in his eyes as if something had just occurred to him. You stepped forward in concern as his eyes seemed to zone out and darken.

"John? What's wrong?" He seemed to snap out of his trance, and he cleared his throat before gesturing to your body.

"Your shirt. It's soaked. You're gonna catch a cold." You followed his gaze to your chest to discover that his eyes had not darkened in anger or frustration, but in lust. He was right, your shirt was absolutely dripping wet. It was also white. Ah.

"Would you prefer me to take it off?" You joked. A smirk emerged on his lips, sending a shudder through you that had nothing to do with the cold. He nodded and closed the distance between you.

"Purely in the interest of your health, of course," He said lowly. You tilted your head in mock defeat and began undoing the buttons of your shirt slowly.

"Well, I'm sure you know best, Detective." You barely made it half-way down the line before his lips were crashing into yours and his hands taking over to speed through the remaining buttons. He paused before he could push the garment off of your shoulders.

"Is this- I mean I don't want to assume- Or make you think I'm only after-" You cut him off with another kiss and shrugged out of the sleeves. He still seemed hesitant, right up until you nipped at his bottom lip. He huffed out a breathless growl before returning the favor, his hands landing on your bare waist to pull you into him. He swiped his tongue across your lip in a silent request for entrance, which you happily granted. Your hands moved to grip at his shoulders while his own began an exploration of your body, sliding up your spine and across your stomach before dropping from your skin entirely. You whined at the loss of contact, but he quickly made up for it by reaching down and pulling his shirt over his head. He leaned back down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. "Just making things even," He murmured against you. His hands found your hips as he led you to the center of the room without breaking the kiss, but it was his turn to grunt in surprise when you gently pushed him down on the pillows. "What-" He stopped when your hands moved to play with the clasp of your bra.

"We're not even yet, Detective." You said coyly. You barely got the garment off before he was tugging you down on top of him and into another breathtaking kiss. A moan escaped your lips as he nibbled your ear, trailing kisses down your neck. You brought a finger up to his mouth, stopping his assault. "We're not done yet, detective." You were smirking and trailing your hands across every bit of his skin you could reach, but you were partly just trying to hide the way you were trembling at having him so close. Another part was just reassuring itself that he was really there, not believing that he was finally truly yours, that you had the broken-hearted detective beneath you. It all felt like a dream until he ground up against you and whispered in your ear.

"Please, (Y/n)," He didn't even finish his sentence before you were climbing off of him to quickly remove your pants and underwear. He followed your lead and, to your surprise, pulled you back down on top of him once he'd finished. You uttered a whimper as he brushed up against your soaked folds, but it turned into a full-fledged whine as he slowly guided you down onto his length. He cursed and his eyes fluttered closed once he was fully sheathed inside you. You both took a moment to breathe and adjust to the sensation, and he finally looked at you when his hands began to guide your hips. "I love you." You leaned down to claim his lips again, tears threatening to fall at the words you'd never thought you'd hear him say.

"I love you too." You said, pulling back to meet his gaze once again. Such a small declaration, yet it made every movement, every touch, feel different. It was slow and passionate, so contrary to the fast and rough pace that was the norm with John. You couldn't bring yourself to look away from his deep hazel eyes, full of love and adoration, as you moved in perfect sync together. He rose with every fall, hitting so deep inside you that you knew you'd be feeling him for weeks. Your hips began to stutter as the sensations threatened to overwhelm you, and without missing a beat John flipped the two of you. A yelp escaped your kiss swollen lips as his nimble fingers slipped between the two of you to rub deliciously at your clit, and you could feel yourself rapidly approaching your orgasm. "John- please- don't stop!" He seemed more than happy to oblige, maneuvering to thrust impossibly deeper as his lips found your ear once again.

"You gonna cum for me, beautiful? I-" Whatever sweet nothing he had planned to say was choked off into a moan as your orgasm hit you. Your walls clamping down around him dragging him over the edge with you as he worked you through until you were whining with oversensitivity. He finally slid out of you and quickly retrieved a towel to clean you up. When he'd finished, he laid back down beside you and wrapped an arm around you, resting your head on his chest. You hummed in contentment as he began to stroke your hair, nearly drifting off before an idea occurred to you.

"John?" You mumbled against his chest.

"Yeah?"

"Do you still have any of that hot chocolate mix I gave you?" A small laugh rumbled in his chest as he responded.

"Yeah. You want some?" You lifted your head up to smile sweetly and nod your head.

"Yes, please!" John shook his head with a smile and placed a quick kiss to your temple before extracting himself from your embrace. You booed when he slid his boxers back on, earning another grin, this time accompanied by a wink before he headed off into the kitchen. Amongst the quiet, you finally registered the sounds of the rain still hammering against the building, the constant drumming a soothing backdrop to the cozy situation you found yourself in. You stood and slid back into your panties before moving to stand in front of the window. You also grabbed one of the blankets to protect against the chill that pervaded the air around the glass. Looking out, you could barely make out the disturbances the rain made to the surface of the water through the darkness, and yet you still found yourself mesmerized by the beauty of the view. You were drawn out of your reverie when John's voice sounded out behind you. "So, tell me about work. Is that woman causing problems again? What's her name, Kar-" He said as he entered the room. When his voice cut off you looked over your shoulder to find him staring at you with wonder in his eyes. You quickly looked out the window to see what he was staring at but couldn't spot anything particularly special.

"What are you looking at?" You asked, turning back right as he walked over to you. He didn't respond; instead, his hands found their way inside your blanket to grab your hips and push you back against the window. Mild panic set in before he finally spoke up. "John?"

"You're so beautiful." He said, dropping his head to kiss along your neck. You huffed in disbelief and reached up to push against his shoulders.

"You're crazy," Your pressing did little to dissuade him from his task, and you couldn't help but smile as he continued to mutter praises into your skin. "John," You chuckled as he continued to nuzzle into your neck. "Stop it, you're fogging up the glass," Your protests were growing half-hearted though, as his hands began to wander, and his lips trailed softly over your skin.

"And?" He questioned, pulling you back enough that your blanket fell to the floor before moving back forward so you were pressed against the icy cold glass. You yelped at the shock the temperature difference gave your system, trying to shove him back and pull him closer for warmth at the same time, both to no avail.

"I was enjoying the view," You said, breathlessly in a last-ditch attempt to persuade him. He pulled back to look you in the eyes before he responded.

"I've got a much better one right in front of me." His lips found yours and you melted against him. The kiss bordered on desperate, almost as if he was afraid you'd disappear. His hands left a trail of goosebumps behind as the heat of his skin emphasized the chill in the air, sliding up your arms and down your back before moving to play with the skin just beneath your waistband. A whine left you as he dipped his fingers inside to tease at your lips, sliding around and deftly avoiding everywhere you wanted him. Just as you were about to pull back and tell him to stop teasing, he thrust two fingers deep inside you, drawing a surprised gasp from you. "So wet for me," He mumbled against your lips as he began to thrust his fingers inside you. Each pass brushed up against your g spot until you were practically seeing stars and begging him for more. Suddenly, his fingers were gone, and you opened your eyes to find him licking your juices off of them. You let out a desperate whine.

"John, please, please fuck me." You said, reaching out to palm him through his boxers. His hand grabbed your wrist before you could touch him, though, and he spun you around.

"As the lady wishes." He leaned in and said against your ear. He reached down and pulled himself free from his boxers. John didn't bother to remove your own underwear, instead just sliding them to the side before slowly working his length inside you. You groaned in relief as he began to thrust slowly, pulling out and pushing back in to make sure you were ready. His cock dragged perfectly against every sensitive spot you had, sending pleasure shooting through your body and making your toes curl. Seeming satisfied with your preparedness he began to pick up his pace, hitting deeper inside you with every push. You yelped as his fingers found your nipples, tweaking and pulling on the sensitive buds as you moaned out his name. A hand left your skin and reached up to swipe across the glass, revealing your reflection. "Look. Do you see how fucking gorgeous you are? So beautiful, and mine." He nipped at the skin beneath your ear as his hand moved down your front to rub harsh circles on your clit. You threw your head back against his shoulder, eyes falling shut at the added sensation, but a sharp bite made them shoot open again. "Eyes open, baby girl. I want you to watch as I make you fall apart around me." Your eyes found his in the reflection, and you moaned at the way his pupils were blown wide with lust.

"Please, John, I need more-" You gasped deeply as his thrusts began to pick up speed, knocking you up onto your toes and forcing you to throw your hands up against the glass for support. Your reflection revealed how utterly wrecked you were, and the sight sent you flying over the edge with a scream of John's name. He buried his face in your neck as he continued to thrust, chasing his own release and prolonging yours as you gasped and sputtered, unable to form words thanks to the electric waves of pleasure flowing through you. Just when you thought you couldn't handle anymore, John's thrusts faltered, and he came with a deep groan. He rested his forehead on your shoulder as he waited for his breathing to return to normal, mumbling 'I love you's and pressing kisses into your heated skin. Out of nowhere tears began to flow down your cheeks, a quiet sob escaping you. John immediately noticed, and carefully pulled out of you before turning you around to run his hands over you in concern.

"(Y/n), what's wrong? I didn't hurt you, did I? I'm so sorry, sweetheart-" The panic in his voice made the tears come harder, and you struggled to voice what was happening.

"No, you didn't hurt me-" You hiccupped. "I just- don't deserve you." Confusion crossed his face as he processed what you were telling him.

"What? You-" He seemed to come to a decision, and he went and grabbed his phone, quickly pulling up the dial pad. "Here. Call your work and tell them you're taking the rest of the week off. If they ask why then tell them police business."

"What? John, I can't just-"

"You've got tons of time off saved up, right?" He cut you off, still holding the phone out.

"Well yes, but-"

"Then, by law, they can't stop you from taking it." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to control your breathing and stop the tears.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked, finally looking up at him.

"Because I want to spend the next 5 days showing you just how amazing you are." He said, so confident, so resolute, that you found yourself reaching out to grab the phone.

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Trapped, Cold, and Bruised

John Kennex X FemaleReader

Okay so this was from my 25 days of Ficmas (Day two snowed in) and I didn't like it as much so I rewrote it. You guys got the slow dancing with Kennex instead but what the hell...here ya'll go. Have some Kennex love and Whump. 😂

Warning: There is Blood and broken things in the little one-shot so please proceed with caution. Don't slip on the ice!

No beta typos with be a thing!

-H ❤🖖

“How long until we’re at the hospital, Jax?” you asked through the small window, the much older man glanced at you quickly, “bout twenty hun,” he smiled and looked back at the road. You looked at your charge on the stretcher, his eyes were closed and his pulse strong. You expertly inserted an IV into the man’s wrist; taping it off you let the medication do its work. You proceeded to examine the guy more closely looking for any more injuries other than the broken arm and bad concussion. “You know you could have just asked,” a low voice startled you. Taking your hands off of his leg you, which was obviously a prosthetic. Sighing you jumped seats so you were by his head,

“Good, you’re awake. Can you tell me your name?” you inquired already knowing the answer having checked his wallet. The man groaned,

“John Kennex,” he mumbled as he lifted his hand to his head, but you stopped him.

“Stay still, and tell me what day it is,” you said clicking a penlight on and checking his pupils.

The man- Kennex hissed in pain at the sudden extreme brightness. “December 2nd, 2049. Can you not?” he asked, swatting away the pen. With the quick movement of his arm, Kennex yelped in pain. You raised an eyebrow at him,

“Wanna hold still now?” you asked amused and he scowled at you.

“Do you remember what happened, Mr. Kennex?” you asked, lowering your voice into a whisper out of pity.

“John, please. Uh and maybe I was driving,” he said screwing his eyes shut.

“You were in a car accident detective. Black ice is pretty bad out of city limits,” you said adjusting the stretcher so he was sitting up.

“I was...I don’t…” he mumbled and growled in frustration, “damnit!” his shout made you sigh,

“Listen, John, head wounds are tricky. Not remembering what happened during the accident, it happens. You’ll get it in time,” you spoke gently but not too gently to sound patronizing.

Standing up you reached across the stretcher and began to dig through the cabinets. “Damn I really need to restock this, hold on,” you muttered before pulling out a box of sanitary napkins.

That’s of course when the night decided to get worse, the ambulance jerked sharply to the side sending you crashing up against the wall that separated the rear and the cab. “Jax!” you shouted wincing at the sharp pain in your shoulder, You shoved off the wall and into Kennex’s line of sight. He was gritting his teeth in pain clutching onto his splinted arm. You opened your mouth to ask John if he were alright but the tires squealed, this started the domino effect. It’s like time slowed, your eyes met Johns and you were flying through the air. Everything flipped and rolled over and over again; you screamed out in surprise before you felt your head strike something hard. The world spun again until it came to an abrupt stop with a thunderous crunch. You could barely hear Kennex calling out for you but his voice was distant and you were falling into the dark.

John coughed and groaned, he kept his eyes on your unconscious form lying awkwardly on some cabinets. The ambulance was currently on its side and down an embankment, if he were to guess, “Only I could get into two car crashes in one night,” he muttered, wiggling so his good arm could undo the safety straps of the stretcher. Undoing the one across his chest helped him breathe a bit easier, reaching down toward the one across his legs he triggered the release. Clearly not thinking his plan through he tumbled to the ground with a painful thud,

“God damnit son of a-” he cried out kicking the surface below him in agony. Getting his breathing under control John sat up maneuvering so he was on his knees, the lights were out and he couldn’t see a damn thing. Cursing again Kennex fumbled around for the penlight he was assaulted with earlier; finding it he turned it on and shined it towards you. He shuffled over to you and checked your pulse, breathing a sigh of relief when he felt a strong steady rhythm. Checking your head and neck he saw that you have a deep gash on your temple; wincing he painfully lifted you so you were flat on the ground. “Alright sweetheart I got you,” he whispered, shining the light lower checking your legs, it reached just below the knee when he stopped. Sucking in a breath John swallowed hard; your leg was broken, ‘a compound fracture’ if he remembered correctly.

Bone stuck out of the ripped pant leg and blood started to coat the white floor beneath you. “Shit,” John hissed and turned to grab one of the emergency kits lying around. Ripping it open he pulled out gauze and gently applied pressure to the wound, getting to his feet John searched the ambulance for a leg splint. A pounding at the window of the cab caught his attention. Opening the window John saw an older man struggling to open the passenger side door, “Oh thank God, hey man. Is my partner alight?” he asked looking down at the window, “She’s alive, but she needs to get the hell out of here,” John said looking back at the woman. The driver cursed “I can get out. Let me see the damage and we’ll come up with a plan,” he said finally pushing the door open. John grimaced when Jax got a face full of snow,

“Fu-” Jax yelped and Kennex coughed easing back towards you, splint in hand. Pulling on a pair of gloves John replaced your bloody gauze with new ones before carefully easing the splint onto your leg. “You know, this is your job that I’m doing,” muttered to you. He tapped a button and the splint began to tighten so it hugged your leg just right. Reaching into the bag John pulled out an already prepped injector filled with a clotting agent mixed with a light pain killer. Popping off the cap John injected it by the break wincing in sympathy.

The sound of someone banging on the back doors to the ambulance made Kennex look up from the emergency blanket he was unfolding. “Ey man I can’t get the door open you’re snowed in! I’m going to go up to the road and see if I can flag someone down or get a signal.” his voice muffled but still understandable.

“Looks like it’s just you and me…” he paused squinting at your nametag, “(Y/N). I think we may be here a while,” he sighed adjusting so you were between his legs lying in an upright position against his chest. Moving the crinkly blanket so it covered the both of you John let his head tilt back and rest on the chilled wall behind him.

An hour later; according to Kennex’s dying limb. You woke up. Everything hurt; your head throbbed, your ribs ached, and your leg burned as if it were set on fire. Sitting up quickly you gasped pain shooting from almost every nerve ending. “Whoa, careful. Don’t move so much,” a voice mumbled from behind you. Turning despite his advice you saw Kennex leaning up against what used to be the floor of the ambulance. “Wha-” you were confused and quite frankly nauseous; after pulling you back to your original spot he spoke, “we swerved, and flipped off the side of an embankment,”

Kennex pulled the disturbed blanket back to wear it was, “I think I remember the first part,” you offered sheepishly. You took another deep breath, in through your nose and out your mouth shakily. “You okay, do you need anything?” John asked quietly, you gripped the blanket tightly “Just dizzy, I’m not allowed to pass out okay?” and John nodded. “You have a compound fracture to your right leg,” he whispered, pulling the blanket away from your leg so you could see the damage. “I did my best to stop the bleeding. I figure I would check on it again in another forty-five minutes,” he offered and nudged you when you didn’t respond; staying awake was harder than you thought it was going to be.

“Alright fine,” you grumbled making Kennex laugh, his chest vibrating your back. “Favorite type of food, go,” you said trying to keep the conversation going.

And that’s how they found you; pale, freezing, and laughing your asses off at the story John was telling you about his partner Dorian. You were being loaded into a new ambulance when John waved away his own paramedics. He jogged over holding your phone in his hands, “Hey your partner dug this out for you,” he said with a smirk.

“Thanks for your help John,” you said, taking the device. He bowed his head and waved off the thanks,

“Try the city sometime, the roads are almost as salty as you,” he said backing away slowly. You barked out a laugh,

“Yeah maybe, but don’t forget who ate a slug Kennex,” you teased with a wink. John grinned and shook his head, a car pulled up next to him, a young man got out lights dancing along the side of his face. ‘Must be Dorian,’ you thought with a smile. The doors slammed shut just as Dorian turned his head to look at you with curiosity.

The next morning you were greeted by a text, tilting your head you tapped the screen to see who it was. A smile pulled at your lips, “When you’re better I hope you’d be up to the best noodle joint in the city,” you read out loud. Chuckling you typed out a response, ‘You’re on Kennex, as long as I don’t have to eat a slug and you have to try Thai,’

“You know I don’t know about Thai food,” a voice said from the doorway of your hospital room. You looked up and grinned.

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