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stararch4ngelqueen · 20 days

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A Spoonful of Honey

Jason Todd/pregnant fem!reader (cause why not, I started reading the adventures comic so silly Jason is just on my mind as much as big beefy himbo acting like a baby over taking medicine. Chat I’ve been through it these past months, so this isn’t proofread)

Time Written - 11:05 p.m

The morning was cold, dreadfully cold, with a humid fog blanketing the dreary skies, blurring the atmosphere in a quiet haze. The temperature reached forty degrees at the highest around the late evening, giving those who had no business being outside a perfect excuse to remain indoors.

You basked in this opportunity to bring out your gold handle, cream colored dutch oven. Soft cardigan sleeves pushed up to your elbows to cut vegetables for a hearty dinner.

Slow, rugged feet trudged into the kitchen in the midst of you sautéing a rainbow assortment of veggies in butter and oil, dressed in his ‘plain ol’ civilian clothing’, a muted gray hoodie pulled over his head.

A sort throat was how it started; signifying the side effects to his nightly routine. Vigorous exercise could only help so much to fight off the chill, but with temperatures dropping incredibly low, sweat could nearly freeze on skin shortly after it’s been secreted.

The cold nearly nipped a permanent flush to his chiseled cheeks, kissing a sprinkle of color on his nose. He looked as exhausted as he did the previous night, when he first arrived home with a short cough and occasional clear of his throat.

Jason was sick, in the beginning stages of a cold. He’s not even bothering to hide it, yet continued to insist it wasn’t as bad as he led it on to become.

“You’re makin’ soup?” he asked. A comforting, light pressure of broad muscle against your back. Warm hands roaming from their soft placement along your hip dips roam forward, rustling along the fabric of your plush sweater, palms finally settling snug over your stomach.

“Mhm.” You nod, settling one of your hands over his interlaced fingers. “Chicken. With potato, and a ton of vegetables you like.”

“Mmm,” he hums, lightly sniffing the delectable curls of seasoned steam from your spice additions. “Smells incredible, ma.”

“Thank you. Good for the cold,” you comment, feeling satisfied at your seasoned sauté of protein and vegetables. You glance over your shoulder, smiling a little at his calm, droopy expression. “And colds.”

“Wow. Funny.” He murmurs per your amusement, taking over in reaching for the box of broth you set aside.

“You looked a little under the weather. Just wanted to help you feel a little better.” You reply after nodding in thanks for his aid, snapping open the seal to the box.

“You’re always taking care of me.” He exhales, his head tilting to kiss you on the cheek. He sounds grateful for the consideration, but he’s not very surprised by it.

You always had a tendency to spoil him. It’s just been your nature since the minute he first knew you.

“How’s the little one doing?” he asks, thumbs brushing light ovals over the soft mound of your protruding bump. Barely the size of an overripe grapefruit, or an underripe honeydew.

“Fine. No complaints,” you continue while pouring in the chicken broth. “Though, I’m sure the baby’s convinced that papa is doing a terrible job not resting up.”

Of course, he says nothing of it to confirm or deny. As if there was anything to deny, you could hear it in his slightly nasally tone. His fingers continue their gently ministrations, his eyes seemingly fixated on your actions, or unfocused as his mind trails off to space.

“Jay.”

“Hm?” His head slightly perks, leaving you to instantly assume the latter.

“It’s only been four months. You won’t feel much at four months.”

Maybe it’s faint arrogance to the doctor’s words. Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but he thinks that he can feel their baby shifting and wriggling around inside. He never thought of it before until it occurred to him one day, entering his mind at first as a silly thought before turning into a strong fixation.

“What, are you expecting it to come out and give you a high five?”

“Shut up.” He grunts, earning you a smirk.

“Couch,” you instruct, your gentle squeeze of your hand on his forearm combatting your firm tone. “Dinner’s almost done. Go relax.”

“Alright.” He’s quick to agree, yet his actions say otherwise. For a man who’s known by others to sulk, in your doting presence he reverts to a state a comfortable serenity, regardless of this mild illness weighing heavy on his tired bones. Regardless of your ever so heartwarming instruction, he retaliates with gentle backlash, consisting of third grade retorts and heavy groans. All in good fun, merely poking at your funny bones to catch a glimpse of a smile.

He moves his hand in little circles against your belly, waiting for his baby to respond. While he doesn’t feel any kicks just yet, he’s excited just thinking about all the times they have to come.

As much as you loved every ounce of physical touch, the slightest pet peeve of him not doing as you requested for his own good irked your mind. “Jason. You gotta move.”

“Can’t,” he mutters, “I’m fine right where I am.”

“You can play with the baby after you eat, Jason,” you insist. “You gotta eat, take some medicine, and rest. You can’t take medicine until you’ve eaten first.”

“I bet you the baby’s hungry, too.” Such sweet words from his mouth nearly had you melting on the spot. Already a doting father in waiting, how could you not feel your heart flutter?

“Jason,” you insist once more, your spoon resting on the rim of the cooking pot.

“Don’t wanna,” he replies, sounding both annoyed and amused by such insistence. His warm body never separated from yours for a mere five to seven minutes after that, your palm reaching up and back to catch his cheek, meeting the warm skin of his flushed face.

“You ever notice that you get grouchy during a cold—“

“I’m not grouchy right now though—”

“—the baby wouldn’t want their papa to be grouchy.”

“And you’re being a little mean.”

“Me? Mean?” You sounds surprised, though you’re smiling wide the entire conversation.

“Yes, you.”

“I could never.”

He doesn’t look at you though, his voice sounding playful once more. “You’re being super mean, trying to make me eat and take medicine and everything. The audacity, ma.”

You scoff as you closes the pot, turning your full bodied attention to Jason.

You smile, adoring your sick beloved, the father of your unborn baby gazing down at you with exhausted, lovestruck teal eyes. He always looked so cute, especially sick with a cold. Especially with the mentality of thinking he can do what he wants at this moment, thinking he’s said all the right words to coerce you.

“Good. That’s called love, now gooo.”

He sighs, and he’s really not looking forward to it. The idea of eating just doesn’t sound appealing right now anymore, nor does taking the medicine. Either way, the coziness of his woman wrapped in pearl colored cashmere with a cozy smile finally allured him towards the promising comfort of the living room couch, a temporary respite.

Inevitably, He left you to finish, granting the kitchen vocal silence for the next twenty minutes, apart from the soft drum of heavenly soup coming to a boil. Only when you come to find him did you see him flopped on the couch, an arm draped over his eyes to block all means of light.

You beckon him with a bowl of warm soup settling on the coffee table, alongside the eventual promise of lemon balm tea with a spoonful of crystallized honey.

“I don’t even feel that sick,” he grunts as he sits up, his voice starting to get a little hoarse from him talking (and complaining). Let the big guy say what he wants, you knew him better than even he admitted to allow.

“Then you’ll have no problem drinking my horrible concoction,” your gentle sarcasm would never be heard as unfavorable in his ears.

Jason takes a sip of his soup, slightly wincing from the heat on his sore throat, but he doesn’t seem as pleased with it as he’d originally thought. It tastes good, everything you’ve ever concocted for meals brought comfort, but as of now. he’s not really as hungry as he anticipated.

“What is this? Chicken, right?” He’s just making small talk now, wanting the conversation to last. “It’s really good, really, ma. Just not as hungry as I thought.”

You nod, not really happy about the outcome. But again, he’s sick. You can’t blame him.

“Take a few more sips, at least. Just so the medicine dosent make your stomach hurt.”

Jason looks away when you mentions the medicine, but he nods all the same. He eats what he can from his bowl, his shoulders slumping as exhaustion decides to increase weight down on his bones, forcing him into an even drowsier state.

All he does is partially lean against you after setting his bowl back on the table, keeping his eyes closed to ease the faint throbbing pressure building at the top of his head.

“I don’t even like cold medicine… I can’t sleep when I’m drowsy.” He mutters to himself, seeming to babble to no one but himself on not being so ill.

Your hand reach up to settle along his back, easing the tension with your fingers massaging his neck, confusion conflicting your mind at first.

“What you just said made no sense,” you giggle a bit, watching him lazily shake his head with a mild scoff.

He presses his head against the curve of your shoulder, his voice growing soft like a cat’s rumble. One of his arms settles lazily around your back. his body feeling practically limp.

By now, his response came in a series of short, muffled hums. He’s not complaining, really, but he is being extremely clingy. He just wants to be wrapped up in your arms, succumbing to an incredibly long sleep in your embrace, as if he can’t support his own weight. (He really can, but chooses not to.)

“On the bright side, the medicine says it tastes like honey.” You gently suggest, putting optimism where it may have lacked.

“Can’t you take it for me?” He lightly whines, his voice rumbling with a drowsy rasp. At this point, it’s not even because of the cold. Jason’s just too exhausted to think straight.

“I don’t know if pregnant women can take this kind of cold medicine,” you whisper to him, holding his shoulder after combing through his hair.

“Pretty please?” He whispers, his body feeling a little warmer from your presence. As comforting as it may have been to him now, a few minutes longer would’ve resorted in an uncomfortable ache in his neck from this poor posture.

“C’mon baby, just one little cup of medicine and you can sleep as much as you want. I’ll even yell at Bruce or Dick if they even try to call.”

Jason gives a light chuckle, his nose brushing along your jaw before planting a minor kiss along your neck.

“Fine, guess I’ll stop giving mama a hard time about it. It’ll be your job in about five months.” He speaks in second tense towards the bump in between you, followed by an eye roll on your end.

Watching you measure out the golden, syrupy mixture of potentially foul tasting medicine left him in a weak bind. He’d graciously drink horrid syrups consisting of fear toxin and joker venom if it meant you’d spoon-feed him an antidote. Such blind devotion was rare to come by throughout his life, comfort was your name in a foreign language.

He’s blessed with your smile once he had gotten the medicine down, rewarded with a kiss on the tip of his nose and a cup of promised tea, ambrosia to combat the foul taste. Goddamn medicine bottles with their stupid, deceiving lies.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so needy.” His slurred mumbling surprised you the most as you adjusted the blankets between the two of you.

A light tongue click leaves you, shaking your head in denial from such an unnecessary apology. “Don’t be, you silly man.”

Whether from some conflicting guilt, or illness inducing dysphoria on his mind, or shame, you gently deny and accept his apology with another kiss.

The effect of the medication is quickly kicks into place after ten minutes in bed, starting to drift off into a deep and dreamless sleep.

Nothing but calm silence steals his consciousness for a few hours, warm bodies sheltered by the chilly winds batting against fogged glass throughout the long hours of the night. Despite the occasional faint echoes of neighbors next door and above, serene silence envelopes the minds of exhausted bodies.

You were snuggled up beside him with one of many pillows invading the space. Your cardigan sprawled neglected on the floor, cast aside due to the overwhelming seer of body heat.

He sighs softly, still tired, but his eyes glance over to the time on the nightstand clock.

He’s been asleep for hours, the time being … A little after eleven.

“Damn.” He whispers, drawing your closer to his body in a close hold. You feel so good like this, so safe. Spending all this time with him, doting on him, caring for him would mean the fifty percent chance you’d be afflicted next once he got better. Jason didn’t mind one bit, as much as he knew he should’ve been the one spending all his free time being attentive to your needs.

Either of you would look back on this and laugh of it, considering it practice for the baby.

For now, in the short time period of limbo between doctors appointments, checklists on supplies, criminal justice, and other impending challenges of becoming parents, everything was quiet. Calm, perfect even.

“Shh, the baby’s sleeping,” you softly retaliate, your hand cradling over his on the bump. You nudge just a little closer to the warmth radiating off him, seeking comfort with the furnace you call your beloved.

“What time is it?”

“Sleeping time,” he retorts, still sounding a little drowsy, his words coming out slow and somewhat slurred. His nose felt more stuffy than before, his head aching with a pressure that grew the longer he remained awake.

Once more, calloused fingers rustle against the fabric of his shirt on your body, potentially to be stretched during the later months to come. Here’s to hoping, he’s been secretly dying to see it.

“I love you both,” he whispers along your forehead, speaking from his heart in the sanctuary of your shared vulnerability.

You smile, tilting your head up to plant a soft, exhausted kiss on his chin. “We love you too,” you whisper, fighting back sleep to express an intimate act of love.

He closes his eyes, ready to sleep again. He’s not tired yet, stuck between the purgatory of both conscious states, but he’s not going to be able to stay awake much longer. At this point, he’s already half in the land of dreams. He’s comfortable—and happy to be with you, and with his baby.

“Never wanna let go of you two,” he mumbles, faintly catching the fragrance of your shampooed hair, the faint spice of ambery musk clinging to your skin.

You can’t help but quietly coo, burying most of your face against the crook of Jason’s neck.

“Then, don’t.”

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 months

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Of All The Places to Meet

Summary: When the reader gets into a bad accident, she doesn’t expect to meet her true mate at the same time...

Pairing: Alpha/Firefighter!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 2,500ish

Warnings: language, car accident, major injury

A/N: Enjoy!

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“She’s fucking jammed in there good. We need to cut her out.” You blinked open your eyes slowly, very aware of how…off the world seemed. Your head was killing you, that was for sure. Something about the fact you were upside down in your car told you that had something to do with it.

Lazily you turned your head at the scent of vanilla and tobacco, humming at the pleasant smell in the otherwise metallic and burnt rubber scented air. Beside you, crawled in your passenger window on his back, laying on top of your roof was a pair of gorgeous green eyes staring back.

“She’s awake!” called the man, his attention on you the whole time. “Hey, sweetheart. You were in an accident. I’m gonna get you out of here.”

“Smell pretty,” you murmured, fighting off the urge to pass out again. “I’m gonna…”

“Miss. Miss, try to-”

Dean’s POV

“Fuck, she’s out cold again,” I said. I could see where her door was pinned against her left side. It’d be a miracle if she hadn’t shattered her hip or femur. My stomach churned once more, hands gripping the center console that was partially cracked and pushed forward.

This was not how this was supposed to happen. You don’t meet your true mate in a goddamn car wreck when she’s critically injured. You just don’t.

And now there was another problem.

Alpha’s were notoriously protective of their mates, especially true mates. That instinct skyrocketed when they were injured, even something as small as a cut thumb.

Seeing, smelling, my true mate when she was broken and battered and hurt out of her mind?

Yeah, there was no way I was going to be able to physically get away from this little omega.

“Winchester! Let the medic get in there and we’ll work on getting the driver's door off,” called Benny. My gut said to stay but I also knew she needed someone more qualified than me to attend to her at this moment. Reluctantly, I climbed out and ran around to the outside of the car, a few guys already working on ripping the metal apart.

“She’s got the neck brace on!” called the EMT. “We’re ready for whenever she’s loose.”

Twenty minutes later we finally had the door off, a backboard slipped underneath her and she was being pulled out of the vehicle.

The EMT’s packed her up and somehow she wasn’t bleeding out. There was always the chance for internal injuries though. I wandered over to the back of the ambulance, climbing into the back much to the displeasure of the two EMT’s.

“What the hell are you doing Dean?” said Benny. I chucked my helmet at him, Benny barely catching it. “De-“

“She’s my true mate. I can’t…I need to go.” He sighed but nodded.

“Let him ride with you. I’ll pick him up at county later. Dean?” I nodded as they started to close the doors. “Listen to the doctors and stay out of their way. That’s how you can keep her safe.”

I nodded as they shut the doors, my focus going to the woman strapped to the stretcher. She looked so broken, covered in blood and scrapes.

I squeezed her hand, a gentle twitch of her finger in my palm.

“You’ll be okay, Omega. I promise.”

Reader’s POV

You blinked open your eyes slowly, grateful this time you were right side up. The bed was soft and warm even if your body felt achy. A buzz was thrumming through your veins as you looked down, the drugs in your system keeping you calm as you took in the sight.

Your entire left leg was bruised. Literally every spec of skin was bruised.

And then you saw the monstrous contraption encasing it, pins holding your thigh in place. Beeping rang through the room as your heart rate shot up, eyes fixated on your wiggling toes.

“Okay. Okay, I can still walk,” you breathed out, inhaling deeply. “Hopefully.”

A wave of exhaustion hit as the door opened, an Alpha!nurse walking inside. “Well good evening Y/N! How are we feeling?”

“Shitty.” You frowned and closed your eyes again.

“Do you remember what happened?” he asked, checking the monitors and then bending your arms.

“Uh. I was driving on the highway and then I woke up here,” you said, nose twitching. “Something smelled pretty.”

He just hummed and checked your leg that wasn’t secure, offering you a smile. “I’m going to check a few things and then I’ll bring the doctor in.”

An hour later you were laying back in bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to wrap your head around everything the doctor had said. Intensive physical therapy would be needed for months and even then your leg may never be a hundred percent again. You had a concussion and wouldn’t be able to drive a car for six months most likely. You’d need to take a leave of absence from work. Although that one might not be that bad actually considering how stressful it’d been lately.

On top of all that, apparently there was some creeper Alpha firefighter hanging out in the waiting area.

Waiting for you.

Because your day hadn’t been unsettling enough as it was.

Before long you were fast asleep, hoping that tomorrow you’d wake up and find out this was just a nightmare.

“Good morning Y/N!” said your nurse, Alfie. You twitched your eye, not deterring his chipper mood one bit. “Feeling any better today?”

“We’re going to have problems if you’re always this bubbly when I wake up, Alfie,” you grumbled, sighing as pain shot up your leg. “If you could just do me a favor and cut off my leg, that’d be appreciated.”

“Oh, don’t be drastic, Y/N. I know the doctor wants to wean you off the pain medicine as soon as possible but it shouldn’t be that bad.”

“Did he shatter his femur yesterday? No? When he does he can talk to me about taking away my pain meds,” you said, hitting the button for morphine but nothing coming out. “Alfie. I need something.”

“The doctor gave strict orders to have you on only over the counter-”

“It fucking hurts!” you shouted, surprised at how agitated you were. Normally you were always kind and polite to strangers. But this? You were in pain and you didn’t have the patience to be a socially acceptable human being today.

Alfie looked sympathetic but his reply was cut off when a man with disheveled hair and dirty clothes came barging in the room. Strike that. The creeper Alpha firefighter that was stalking you outside was suddenly barging in the room.

“What are you doing to her?” he spat out, venom in every word. You could hear him audibly growl as he stalked over to Alfie, the poor Alpha shrinking back like he was an Omega cornered in a dark alley.

“Hey! Get out of…” you paused when you caught his scent. The heart rate monitor beeped dangerously fast, both of them turning to you. The scary Alpha firefighter suddenly made you calm, his scent giving off clear signals.

Relax Omega. You’re safe and protected.

“You can’t be in here,” said Alfie as he got his wits back. He grabbed the firefighter, shrieking when the man growled so loud it sounded like he’d gone feral.

“Alfie’s right,” you said, pain filling your heart as you breathed deeply. You had no idea who this Alpha was but you knew his instincts were in overdrive. “You’re filthy and this is an ICU. Go home and clean yourself up. Come back this afternoon and we’ll talk then. That’s an order, Alpha.”

“Yes, omega,” he said softly, nodding once. “Are you okay?”

“Later, Alpha.” He apologized briefly to Alfie before leaving, Alfie relaxing when his scent went with him. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I don’t know how you got him to believe you like that. He was this close to snapping.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s my true mate.” Alfie raised his eyebrow and cocked his head.

“We can do a blood test. And make him take one too before we let him back in. On second thought, that’s absolutely happening.”

You raised a hand, wincing as pain pulsated through your leg. “Tell him I asked him to please take the test so he doesn’t take it out on the staff. Please.”

“Will do.” He paused as he exited the room. “I’ll talk to the doctor about your pain meds, see if we can make the steps down not so drastic.”

“Thanks Alfie.”

You were tired when you woke up after lunch and physical therapy. So much so you could barely open your eyes. You wouldn’t think you could be all that physical with a damn broken femur but after they moved and worked you to the point of shouting, you’d changed your mind quickly.

A large, calloused hand stroked your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that fell. The air smelled sweet, like pine and vanilla. “Omega. How can I help the pain?”

“You being here helps,” you murmured, his long fingers brushing away more tears. You squeezed your eyes when pain ripped through you. “They say I don’t need the morphine but I only can sleep today when I’m exhausted from the pain. I don’t know how I’m supposed to get through this.”

“With me, Omega. I’ll talk to the doctors. You were injured only a day ago. They must have missed something if it hurts so badly.” He bent down and kissed your temple, your eyes fluttering open. “Please don’t worry. I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

You stared up into his green eyes, surprised to find him smiling at you. “Why are you so handsome?”

“Makes up for my lack of singing ability,” he chuckled. He brushed your hair behind your ear, his scent coming off in powerful waves to soothe you. “I’m sorry for scaring you earlier. I know you don’t quite know me but I was one of the responders to your accident and when I scented you…my instincts went a little crazy.”

“It’s alright,” you whispered, a flash of pain rising up again. “Can you find the doctor?”

“Yes Omega,” he murmured. “Try to rest.” He got up from the nearby seat and hummed. “I’m Dean.”

“Y/N,” you said, shutting your eyes once more.

“I’ll make it better Y/N. I promise.”

Two Weeks Later

“Hey,” said Dean when he entered your hospital room. “I heard you’re getting discharged today.”

You grumbled from bed, wearing one of his fire station hoodies. He pulled the curtains open, smiling wide as you tugged the hood up.

“Aren’t you excited to be getting out of here?” He had a point. You were happy to be leaving, with some pain medication too. But your leg was still incredibly fucked and you couldn’t go back to your apartment. Not when it was on the third floor. Dean luckily lived in a ranch style but you hated imposing on him.

“I wish I didn’t have to move in with you.” His smile fell as you groaned. “I meant like this. Because I’m hurt and can’t be alone. I wish we could be like a normal pair of mates.”

“Hey,” he said. He sat on the edge of the bed by my good leg, lightly stroking over the bonding gland in my neck. “We are normal. We just need to practice a bit more patience than other true mates.”

“You mean how I can’t have sex for months until my leg is healed. It’s going to drive both of us crazy to wait.”

“We can bond, just without the knotting. We’re already scent bonded and as long as we don’t stay away from each other for too long-“

“You mean an hour tops? You’re stuck by my side for the next three months minimum. I might not walk correctly again. I might always-“

He put his hand over your mouth, annoyance rising in your veins.

“I’m your Alpha, even if you don’t bear my mark yet. I never want to hear you say you think I’m stuck with you. Being with you is the only thing I could ever want. We will figure this out and I will not mate you until you are fully recovered. Am I clear, Omega?”

The use of your title from his lips sent fuzzy, calming feelings throughout your body, your head nodding without thinking. Large fingers gently stroked your cheek, a soft hum escaping him.

“Are you ready to go home with me?”

“Okay, Alpha. You can take me home.”

“You all set?” asked Dean later that evening. You were in bed, leg propped up on some pillows. Dean had spent the day with you, helping you get discharged and set up his house so it was a bit more friendly for you to get around in.

“As good as I can be,” you said, watching him disappear into the closet, returning in a fire station shirt and a pair of skinny black joggers. “You have work?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No, no. Just getting comfy for the night. I can order us some food. I’m sure you’re starving.”

“A little,” you said, Dean sitting beside you, urging you to curl into his side. “Thank you for helping me that day. The accident.”

“It’s my job, sweetheart,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “I’m just happy you’re still here. You got lucky.”

“Hell of a way to meet your mate.” He hummed, quietly stroking your bare arm with the tips of his fingers. “I’m really glad I’m not doing this on my own.”

“You’ll never be on your own ever again, Omega. I promise.”

“I know, Alpha. My leg might never heal the same way but at least I got one good thing out of this situation.” He smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. “This comfy ass bed.”

He rolled his eyes with a smirk, kissing the top of your head before he got up. “Alright. With that, I’m off to go be your manly Alpha and hunt down some food for us.”

“You mean order takeout?” you teased. He tossed a pillow at you, laughing lightly.

“For that I’m ordering pineapple on the pizza.” You dropped your jaw, Dean laughing a bit harder, his scent the calmest you’d ever smelled it. “I’m kidding. I’m not deranged.”

“Good cause true mates or not, that is not happening,” you said.

“Glad we can agree on it,” he said. “What about a supreme?”

“Now we’re talking,” you said. He left the room with a nod, returning a few minutes later with a soft smile. “What?”

“Nothing. Just really glad to finally have found you. It’s…easy with you.”

You knew what he meant, patting the spot next to you. He returned to your side with a smile, pulling you to rest against his chest. His scent filled the air, a relaxed cozy feeling settling in your bones.

“Yes, yes it is Alpha,” you said, taking a deep inhale, exhaling slowly. “It absolutely is.”

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#dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #Firefighter!Dean #alpha!dean x omega!reader #alpha!dean #spn #supernatural #dean winchester fanfic #dean x you #dean winchester x you #abo

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gadriezmannsgirl · 3 months

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Hi, I've got a request for Gavi where reader tells him that she's pregnant. That's pretty much all I thought of sorry

Also known as Gender Reveal (10)!

Blessing - P.G6

Summary: Two small lines can change the world for you and your husband, Pablo.

You were throwing up once again, it was the five day in a row and the third time today you visited the bathroom to let all the content of your stomach out.

"¡Amor!" You heard your two years husband, Gavi before you felt him burst in into the bathroom pulling your hair up and pat your back softly "Let it out"

"Don-ugh!" You lift your hand but quickly cut yourself off and grabbed the end of the toilet. You waited for a few minutes and after you had let everything out, you sighed and quickly shut the lid and flushed the toilet.

With the help of Pablo, you sat on top of the lid as you wiped your mouth looking down at your lap.

"Amor" Pablo crounched down and you looked at him feeling embarrassed and not wanting to worry him "Hey, hey... Look at me"

"I'm fine" You whispered softly

"Don't lie to me straight to my face, please" You looked away and sighed "You throwing up daily these past days and you throwing up three times today while it's barely even 2pm is worrying me. This is not just a stomach bug anymore"

"Don't worry, please" You whisper

"How could I just not worry? You're my wife, I'm always worried that something may happen to you and the fact you're just dismissing this is worrying me even more"

"I honestly don't feel bad" You look into his brown eyes "I'm just really tired lately and I feel really hungry out of nowhere"

"But then you throw up" You nod wanting to cry

"I don't know what's happening to me" You hid your face into your hands and start breaking bit by bit

"Hey no, don't cry"

You feel Pablo's arms tightening around your frame and soon you are feeling his lips on top of your hand, exactly where your cheek is, you quickly push that hand away to allow him to kiss your skin as your hand mets his cheek lovingly.

"I know you don't like doctors" He starts as you turn to face him as he wipes your tears away "but I think it'll be good if we check what's going on, if its the flu-"

"Baby" You cut him off shakking your head

"-maybe you have a low value, platelets? hemoglobin? what do I know, but we can discard anything. Please" His eyes pleaded you "I just don't like seeing you like this, I want you healthy. Always"

You also didn't like feeling like this and after a few seconds, you nodded.

"Okay" You nod

"Okay?" He asks with a small smile as you nod softly "Okay" You kiss his ear softly

"Can you pass me my toothbrush, please?"

"I will kiss you right now"

"Ew, no" You shook your head

"I will" He leaned in as you leaned back "Y/N"

"No" You laughed

"Gimme a kiss" You shook your head

"I will give you a kiss after I brush my teeth"

"I really don't care about it, you can give a kiss now and a kiss after"

"No!" You laugh and soon he joins leaning in to kkiss your cheek before he removes himself from you and goes to the sink to look for your toothbrush

"Al cabo que ni quería, que te huele la boca horrible" (After all, I didn't even want to, because your mouth smells horrible) His tone let you know he was teasing you

"I just threw up!"

"¡Fua, que horrible!" (how awful!)

"¡Pablo Martín, ven acá que te beso de una!" (come here and I'll kiss you!)

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

"So, you already went to the doctor?" Aurora said as you nod softly drinking from your ice coffee "What did it say?"

"I'm good, everything's good" You say "but I'm still taking some vitamins just in case" She nods

You had gone to the doctor with Pablo, two weeks ago and did every kind of tests, to make sure nothing was out of place or had some kind of virus and stuff. Nothing, absolutely nothing was wrong.

"And the throwing up?"

"It's not often now" You shrug "I think it was some burrito I had" You say not minding it but then you yawned

"You feel tired?" You nod

"I don't know why. I mean, I took a nap before coming here but I guess work has been hetic and I guess I was just catching up on it" You look at her smiling softly when out of nowhere you felt hungry and looked confused "I'm hungry" You said "I want an avocado with chocolate ice cream"

"You what?"

"I'm craving some avocado with chocolate ice cream" You said simply "Do you think they'll sell it here?" You looked around "Maybe with a cracker too"

"Y/N" Aurora said but you didn't heard her, too busy looking for a waitress "Cariño" You looked at her waiting for her to speak

"Can I have some of your ice cream? I'm really hungry and I don't think they will sell that here, the most I'll get are weird looks from everyone" She only handed you her ice cream to see you dig into it

"When was the last time you had your period?" You hum inserting two full spoons of ice cream into your mouth

"I don't know" You shrug softly "I can't remember very well right now... I think it was the 25th?"

"Month?" You stopped eating ice cream and got serious knowing where she was getting into, you look around for your phone "The last time I got my period was two months ago" You looked at Aurora "Aurora..."

"Are you regular?" You nod "We need to do a test"

"But it's impossible, I already did blood tests nothing came out of it"

"Maybe they didn't do a pregnancy test? I don't know but there's a possibility of you being pregnant"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Does it look like I'm kidding you?" You whined starting to eat once again the ice cream "I feel so happy right now"

"What if he doesn't want it?" You asked "I mean... We talked about it but we never started trying for it"

"Pablo's crazy for you, he loves you and he talks about a future with you, he would love to have a baby with you"

"We don't even know if I am pregnant or not"

"And that's why I'm here for. Let's buy a test"

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

"Ok, one minute left" You said sitting on Pablo's side of the bed "Two lines pregnant and one line not pregnant" You say and Aurora nods going over to hug you "I'm so nervous, I don't even think I peed right"

"What?"

"I don't even know what I'm saying"

"Calm down"

"How can I calm down if there's a possibility of having a half Pablo and a half me inside of me right now?" You ask standing up "Is the minute done, now?"

"It has gone barely five seconds" She looks at her phone

"Why time goes fast in some things and slow with ohters? I need this already" You whine as Aurora laughs

"Babygirl, don't worry too much. If it is, it'll be the most loved baby in this world both by its parents and by its whole family. And if it's not it'll be a false alarm"

"A false alarm I kinda want to be true" You said "After you told me about that, I have been thinking and thinking of it and I just- I don't know" You lift your shoulders "I want to be pregnant" You said softly looking at your sister-in-law

"Your time will come, Y/N/N. And if the time's now, it'll be the right one" And as if it was by magic, the timer went off "Are you ready?"

"I'm nervous" You said

"You want me to watch it?" You doubted for a few seconds before shaking your head

"I go" You went inside the bathroom and grabbed one of the three tests. You sighed deeply before looking down at your hand.

Two lines.

Your breath got caught in your throat, you quickly grabbed the other two and the answer was the same.

Two lines.

Pregnant.

You were shaking and feel your heart full, you smiled and teared up before crossing your hands around your yet non-existent belly. "Dear lord. I'm pregnant" You whisper looking down at yourself with a big smile

"Y/N?" You hear Aurora ask and went out "What is it?"

"I think you need to help me get some ideas on how to tell Pablo, he's going to be a dad" Her mouth opened and screams, from both of you were heard.

"I'M GONNA BE AN AUNTIE"

"AND I'M GONNA BE A MOM"

"A sexy one, by the way"

"Oh shut up" You laugh "That explains my sudden mood changes, my weird cravings, the throwing up, everything"

"You're having baby Páez inside of you. If it's a boy like Pablo, he'll suck the energy out of you" You both laugh "I remember mom being drained out after putting an annoying Pablo to sleep"

"Shit. I'm pregnant" You say once again "How do I tell this to him?"

"Right, we gotta find the way to tell my brother"

Three days have passed since you knew that you were pregnant and you couldn't hold back the news anymore and almost messed up the surprise you and Aurora, prepared.

The doorbell rangs and you instantly run towards the door.

"It's mine!" You announce watching how Pablo was already standing up to get it

"Careful, amor!"

"I got it! I'm alright!" You said opening the door to find the package Aurora left for you a few seconds ago on the floor. You picked it up, turning around "AH!" You yell scared, you didn't expected your husband to be behind you "Joder, amor. Me has asustado" (Fuck, baby. You scared me)

"I'm sorry" He smiled softly coming over to side hug you "What's that?"

"I-uhm... A little something I bought"

"Uhm" He said with his lips pressed to your cheek "May I ask what?"

"A little something for you, well us but you'll see soon"

"I'm curious. Let's open it?"

"This is just like the invoice of the purchase, what I bought comes around eight? seven? months" You said a bit unsure

"What did you bought? Something handcrafted? Why it takes so long to arrive?" You smile

"You can say that. It's in the making" You nod

"Now, I'm hella curious" He smiled "You know, you didn't have to gift me anything, amor"

"Well, it's something that just came up, it was unexpected but yeah... it's done already"

"What did you bought? And why is the invoice in that big box? Why did it came earlier and not with the package?"

"You're asking way too many questions, Pabs" You laugh nervous "but this has the answers" You gave him the white box

"You didn't killed anybody, right?"

"Oh dear god, just open that box" You say wanting to eat your nails

"Ok, I will" He said shooting you a smile before he undid the bow and opened the box "What...?"

After learning you were pregnant, you and Aurora went to the hospital and asked for an ultrasound, in there you found out you were one month and three weeks into the pregnancy. You bought small baby socks and a small barcelona jersey with the iconic GAVI 6.

You also did a small note that read "Hola papá. ¡Espero conocerte pronto, te quiero mucho! Att: Baby Páez Y/L/N" (Hi daddy. I look forward to meeting you soon, love you!) along with the pregnancy test you did

"What does this means?" He asked, his eyes lighting up with hope. "Is this...?" You smile to your husband and softly nod

"We're pregnant"

"Joder, Y/N. Thank you so much, mi vida!" He said hugging you tightly "You don't even know how happy I am, right now" You laughed "I'll be a daddy and you will be the most amazing mom, ever. Thank you so much, amor, thank you, thank you" He kissed you several times around your face "Joder, we are pregnant"

"We are" You said smiling

"Thank you for this blessing, mi vida. My little but perfect familia. Los amo a ambos" (I love you both) His hand caressed your flat tummy as you peck his lips smiling

"Y nosotros a ti, guapo" (And we love you, handsome)

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ellaa-writes · 4 months

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Henlo!! I just saw ur doctor/medic reader story and i feel like they would all want to hear the absolute crazy cases and gossip from reader

Im a student and i work in a large hospital/shadowing some doctors aswell and someday’s these crazy things happen randomly. In the least expected ways. From getting a sudden code stroke to seeing 🪱🪱on body parts to hospital staffs gossips in the med room. Its so random sometimes.

Imagine doctor reader casually telling the time she caught so and so cheating in an empty room in between 2 codes. And shes so chill about it like shes seen and heard enough but the Kortac officers r eating it up like listening to Nurse John’s podcasts😂

Reader: yk this reminds me of the time i did my trauma rotation in—

Konig: wait! Let me get my snacks and tea👀☕️

Hello!! Thank you <3 This is so silly I love it. Decided to have fun with it. It's kinda gross but hey that's what happens. Lol.

It's going to be a rough day, you thought. Not even 2 hours into your shift you had two concussed idiots sitting in your waiting room. This is gonna be a long one, you started at noon and won't be done till 4am the next morning.

Clutching your coffee you prayed for a miracle, an alien ship or a metor. Either one would do.

Later that evening, specifically dinner time. You were the last to arrive, having to help hold down a patient as another medic stitched up a gash on his forehead.

"I know, I know." you said as you sat you lunch down in front of your chair. Running off to grab a much needed coffee. It was your turn for the over night shift. It wasn't a bad shift, just babysitting the wounded soldiers that are currently being held. Coming back and setting yourself into your spot, digging into your food without a cause to the wind.

"You guys won't believe my day." you started off, slurping down your heart spaghetti. "Some rookies decided to play chicken and now they both have a concussion. And one probably memory loss. Couldn't even tell me his name." you shook your head, recalling the incident. "Than Hutch came in, complaining that he can feel worms crawling in him. I had to explain four times to that dense mother fucker that worms can not survive stomach acid." you stopped to take a big gulp of coffee. "But he wouldn't listen, said it wasn't in his stomach but inside his skin. Ran some blood tests and no hallucinogenic. But he could have fooled me." you didn't realise you were blabbing until you looked up from your plate to see a few of your team members surpressing their laughs.

"What?" you asked, mouth full of spaghetti. "Why don't you chew a bit more." one of them offered. Making the other laugh, "Oh fuck off." you spat. "Anyways, had to give Hutch an xray just to prove there's no damn worms in him." you explained.

"An xray? Does that-" you cut them off. "No, not at all. But it shut him up." they all bursted out laughing. "It reminds me of a patient I had back at the ER. Complaining about his ass itching. The other nurses weren't taking him seriously. Just sent him to the bathroom with some baby wipes." you stopped abruptly, this might not be a good dinner story.

"Oh come on Katze, don't get all shy on us now." König said, you didn't even notice he was there. You also didn't notice the rest of the mess hall getting quiet to listen to your story.

"Oh, well we're eating." you tried to explain but was met with loud booing. "Fine, fine." you yelled back. Wiping your mouth, your food finished, you pushed the tray away from you.

"Ok, so they sent him to the bathroom and he came back later saying he can still feel them."

"Them?" Horangi interrupted, and was followed by shushing. "Damn, sorry. Continue." he slinked back into his chair.

" So they put him in a room, told him to strip from the waist down. Another trainee and myself were assigned to this case along with a RN. She had him lay on the side has she spread his ass cheeks. Like you would a child." you stopped from dramatic affect. Watching as your tream and the rest of mess hall looked on in anticipation.

"We saw nothing. So she took a swab, had me spread this grown man's cheeks as she inserted it into the recum, shoveling out what ever was in side. Still nothing." a few people got up and left and others choking back a gag.

"She wet had him pop a squat over the trash can and cough. Sure enough a worm came shooting out. So did some green chunks, thankfully they were just some cucumbers. Guess the guy stole a cucumber from his neighbors garden not knowing it was infested with worms. He shoved the thing right up and it broke. He was like that for 2 weeks, worms up the ass. Still not the craziest thing I experienced, let me tell your that." you reached for your tray, but König took it for your instead.

"A cucumber up the ass?" Horangi asked. "I've seen people shove all sorts of thing up their butt. Idk what it is or why but it's way to common." you threw your finished coffee cup in the trash.

"Sorry I gotta get back. The results for mister chicken should be in by now." you said you goodbyes and waved to others, rushing out of the lunch hall.

"What a women." König said, hearts in his eyes.

#cod mw2 #könig #konig #könig mw2 #konig mw2 #konig cod #könig cod #konig x reader #konig x you #könig x reader #cod könig #cod konig #kortac

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alloftheimaginesblog · 1 year

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i'll wait {e.m}

plot: eddie's crush on you has never been a secret.

character: eddie munson x plus size female reader

part of my eddie munson ‘pretty eyes’ series

Eddie Munson had had a crush on you pretty much since he first saw you and it was absolutely no secret. His affections for you were never hidden or secret, he was very open with how much he wanted you and how much he admired you. The flirting was a very regular occurrence for you, he always had bad pick up lines and sexual remarks when it came to conversation but he never went over the line. Somehow he always seemed to be respectful even when hitting out with a dirty pick up line.

You acted like you didn't like it but he knew that you liked his compliments and his flirting - even the dirty things he'd say. Your friends would scoff and tell him, "In your dreams, Munson." and he would wink and tell you that's exactly where he'll see you. It amused you, gave you a little confidence boost and honestly it was harmless. Your friends thought he was sleazy, looking for a one night fling, but actually, you knew it was more than that.

It had been a few months prior and you were at a party and you'd happened to buy weed from yours truly. He pulled you aside and told you that if he ever overstepped with the flirting or made you uncomfortable, to tell him and he'd stop immediately. When you were confused, he clarified that if given a chance he'd jump to be yours but if he went too far then he'd back off. When you shook his head and told him he was fine, Eddie grinned like a maniac, "I knew you liked it! There was something about your smile afterwards... I just knew it!"

At first you couldn't understand why someone like him would like someone like you but his answer was always the same - "Because it's you, princess. You and those pretty eyes."

You hadn't seen him in a few weeks since the whole 'end of Hawkins' thing happened (which by the way what the fuck?). Normality came back a lot quicker than you thought because teenagers and school just had to. The next time you saw Eddie was at a party. You hadn't expected him to be there but there he was, out in the garden smoking alone like usual.

As soon as you saw him, you were pushing through the crowd to get to the backdoor. He watched you with curious eyes, "You came all the way out here in the cold to see little ole me?" He said, pitching his voice up a bit and had his hand on his heart.

"Jesus Christ, you look awful," you grimaced as you approached him. His skin was pale and bruised, littered with cuts or freshly pink scars. As you watched him move towards you, you notice the way his hand held the right side of his ribs and the way he winced with every step.

"Doctors told me I'm lucky to be alive," Eddie said, taking a drag from his joint, "Not as bad as what it was when it happened."

"Fucking hell, Munson."

Eddie seemed to snap out of the more serious conversation and grinned, "You miss me?"

You rolled your eyes, laughing slightly, "As a matter of fact, yeah. I missed you constantly begging me to let you take me out on a date."

"What can I say, princess?" He smiled, "I'm persistent... If I asked you out right now, would you take pity and say yes cause..?"

He always could make you laugh. He was just funny and that charm was almost endearing. You shook your head, "As much as I appreciate all the compliments and flirting and what not, I dunno... I just don't think I'm ready for something like that." It was true. You hadn't had a boyfriend yet. You honestly didn't think any guys would want you. You weren't skinny, you were fat with a protruding stomach and thick thighs... The comments some of the jocks in your classes made about you weren't the kindest and it caused you to lose part of yourself, "I'm taking the time to work on myself. Trying to not think about what other people think of me so much so I think I need time to do that; to be alone and to just be me, you know?" Eddie really appreciated your honesty, he liked knowing that you felt comfortable enough to talk to him about those sorts of issues. He knew what idiots thought and said about you, he'd gotten himself detention too many times because he'd thrown a punch in your honour.

There was a pause before he spoke again, "Do you like me?"

His question took you by surprise, you hadn't expected him to ask something like that, "In what way?"

"Every way."

You nodded, "I like you to talk to, I think you're pretty easy going and easy to get along with, you're funny, kind. You want people to think that you don't care but in reality, you care a lot more than people think you do... Do I see myself dating you? I'll be honest, there's something there that attracts me to you, I like your style, your smile, I like you but like I said... I just don't think I'm ready but if you were pushing me for an answer, yes I like you and if I was up for dating which I'm not right now but if it was, I think I'd be pretty lucky to go on a date with you."

Eddie smiled, eyeing you as he took a long drag of his joint, "That's okay, princess... I'll wait." You thought he was joking so you laughed which was met with Eddie frowning at you, "Doesn't matter how long you take, I'll wait for you until you're ready."

"What?"

"You're the best person I've ever met. Beautiful, kind, you don't care what other people think, you're sexy as fuck. You listen to what I consider to be great music, you're cool as shit... I like you a lot if you hadn't noticed. I'll wait."

You opened your mouth, head spinning from the weed, but nothing came out. Eddie smirked at your flustered state, "Your friends are coming, I better skedaddle before they see you hanging about with me. Don't want anyone thinking the wrong idea." He teased as he took one last inhale of his joint before crushing it under his boot. He turned to you after taking a few steps, "I mean it, you know... you're worth waiting for, (y/n)."

You were left speechless, standing outside in the freezing cold as your friends opened the door and called on you, "What the hell are you doing out here? Were you with Munson? It's freezing, get in here!" You let them drag you back inside the party but you couldn't stop thinking about Eddie said. In fact, for the next three days, you replayed that entire conversation over and over in your head, analysing and picking apart each and every word.

Maybe you were more into him than you thought.

#one shot #prompt #os #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #plus size series #plus size reader #plus size #reader insert #pretty eyes #pretty eyes series #stranger things imagine #stranger things #stranger things one shot #fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #imagine

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glassartpeasants · 6 months

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The Man In the Garden

Eustass Kid x F!Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood and giving stitches

A/N: First time writing for Kidd so hope its good. Also this isn't the dark one i was talking about. I'm still working on that and its in the rough draft stage <3

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It had been a horrible past few days of beating heat. Every time you stepped outside, you felt like you were going to melt or get skin cancer. It was even worse when talking to plants was the only exciting thing you could do in your small town was talk to plants. There was never anything going on, and you felt like your life was wasting away. All you asked for was some excitement in your everyday life. You thought you’d never get it, but today, something changed.

While tending to your potatoes, you hear a loud thud coming from the other side of your garden. You couldn't see anything when you turned your head around, but you heard a groan from the tomato crops. With quick and gentle steps, you move towards the noise. It must have been a deer since you live near the forest, but your eyes widen when you see a man lying on the ground. You could see small bits of blood around him and immediately grow concerned.

“Your bleeding! Stay right here, and don’t move! I’ll get you first aid!” A small groan leaves the man as you run into your home. Slamming open the medicine cabinets, you grab all the first aid things you can before returning to the injured man, still in the same place.

“Okay, I got first aid.” You use all your might to push him onto his back so you can see where his wound is. When you did find it, your heartbeat only increased when you saw the massive gash on his forehead continue to bleed. Groans no longer left him as he must have passed out from the pain or blood loss.

Not wasting any more time, you wipe off the gash on his head. Dirt and blood cover the disinfectant wipes before you grab the more advanced first aid kit so you can stitch the wound close. You were, thankfully, an apprentice to the only doctor in town, so you had all the medical knowledge he could give. You were almost about to become an official doctor, yet you still doubted your abilities.

Grabbing his head, you gently place it on your lap as you begin stitching the gash close. Blood still dripped out, but it was nothing worth worrying about. It didn’t take long to finish it, though. It was the same with the task of bandaging his head so the stitches would get infected.

Small bits of blood clung to your clothing as you worked on the other wounds across his body. The other concerning wound was the one on his stomach, which wasn’t as bad as the head injury. There were other minor cuts, but they only needed some simple bandaids. While wrapping his stomach, trying your best to make it as comfy as possible, you realize that you can’t just leave the man outside, not in this blistering heat and in this condition. You sigh as you finish his stomach bandages, trying to pinpoint a way to get him inside that doesn't involve you straining all your muscles. You decide to give up and just choose to drag him inside.

When you did manage to drag him inside, you used the rest of your strength to lay him on the couch. Your muscles screamed in agony, but you knew you weren’t done yet. Grabbing his goggles, you place them on the counter by the sink to wash them off. The sheer size of the jacket wouldn’t fit in your washer, so you’d have to clean it by hand, no doubt.

You wondered what could have done so much damage to a man of his stature. He looked like he could snap you in two if he felt like it. Also, you didn’t know what he would do when he woke up. What were you gonna do? You don’t know his name, where he’s from, and what happened to him. You tried calling the doctor you worked under, but he never answered. All you could do was hope that you had done the stitching perfectly.

~~~

Dinner had almost finished when you heard shuffling from the living room. You move quickly as you hope to see the man finally waking up. Thankfully, he was, slowly but surely.

“Oh! You're awake! I’m glad to see you're not in a coma or anything…” You must have startled him cause he quickly moved to see where the voice came from. With such a sudden movement, the gash on his stomach must have gotten irritated cause he let out a loud groan in pain.

“Where the hell am I?! And who the hell are you?!” The man tried to stand up quickly, but the quick jerk had his body falling back onto the couch as he held his stomach in pain.

“Please don’t get up so quickly! You could hurt yourself more!” You quickly run to his aid to inspect his wounds. Making sure nothing opened.

“Okay, no blood. That’s a relief. My names (Y/N) and your in my house. You tumbled over my fence and lost consciousness in my garden. You were bleeding profusely, so I took care of you and brought you inside. Is your sight okay? You had a nasty gash on your head that I stitched up.” The man looked at you with a frown as his eyes scanned the room.

“It’s fine. Where’s my coat and goggles?” His tone was snappy, but you chose to ignore it.

“I washed your coat as it was covered in dirt and dry blood. It’s currently drying. Your goggles, which I washed too, are on the kitchen table.” You see him hold his head and groan in pain.

“I made dinner. Would you like some? It’ll give you energy, and I’ll get you some water.”

“...Fine.” You smile at him before making your way to grab plates and dish up the food. You hold his water and plate before bringing it to him. As soon as it was in his hands, you saw the man scarf down the food like he hadn’t eaten in days. Putting the water down on the coffee table, you grab your food and goggles. You sit on the chair next to the couch.

“Is the food good? I just made a random guess as to what you might like.” The man looks at you with a straight face, making you let out a nervous laugh. His eyes felt soul-piercing.

“It’s fine.” It must be more than fine with how he’s inhaling it with insane speed. He’s probably just a man of few words.

“Can I know the name of the man who's been sleeping on my couch for the past 6 hours?” He looks at you questioningly, and you send one in return.

“You're telling me you’ve never seen or heard of me?” The look of offense made you giggle.

“Sorry, can’t say I do. We don’t get much news on the world here. Hell, I don’t think we’ve had a single pirate walk the beaches in a year? Not many people come to our small community.”

“Hmph! That’s stupid! Well, just so you know my name, it’s Eustass ‘Captian’ Kidd! And I’m going to find the one piece and be King of the Pirates!” A smug look on his face told you that he expected you to freak out for helping a pirate and bringing him into your home.

“Is that so? Well, Captain, what brings you here?” The frown on his face made a small smile appear on yours. You weren’t gonna show fear! Plus! He was hurt, so how much damage could he possibly do?

“I was getting supplies to make it to the Sabaody Archipelago, but you see how that worked out.”

“What happened?”

“None of your business.” By now, his plate was devoid of all the food he had only minutes ago. His water was gone as well.

“Would you like some more?” He said nothing as he looked away, giving you a slight nod and handing you his plate. He seemed to be thinking about what his next course of action was. You quickly go to the kitchen and dish him up again before returning it to him.

“What’s your plan? Surely you're not going to sea with such nasty gashes? The chances of infection could multiply!” He looked at you with cheeks full of food, which only made you laugh at the cute sight.

“Obviously, not staying in this town! If I want to survive the new world, I have to deal with some wounds like it's nothing!” You scrunch your nose at his words. Surely he couldn’t be so careless?

“Ah, so you want to go to the new world with a wound you just got? Going to the new world without having all your strength ready?”

“I do what I want! If I want to go to the new world, I’m going to the fucking new world!” You’d be lying if you said his angry face isn’t cute. His hair was everywhere as the goggles holding it together were no longer there.

“Alright, if you get an infection and lose an arm, don’t come bitching and moaning to me.”

“I won’t! After this, I’m calling my crew to come get me. Since apparently I can’t walk without feeling like my guts are being stabbed.” He gives you a look a child does to a parent who just told them no as he searches his pockets.

“What the fuck? It was right in my pocket!”

“What was?”

“My transponder snail to call my crew!” He turns to you with an accusatory look.

“I don’t know! There was no transponder snail where you collapsed.” His face turned into one of annoyance and anger.

“God fucking damnit! How long would it take for those idiots to find me?”

“Since it’s such a small area, I’d say not too long. But probably not tonight, though. Everyone’s sure to be sleeping.”

“Fucking great.” He put the plate on the table before leaning back against the couch. A sigh of frustration left his lips as he looked up at the ceiling.

“I need to change your bandages. Will you let me?”

“I can do it myself!” You put your hands up in defense as you hear him grumble something. Returning to the bathroom, you grab the first aid kit and take a breath. It felt like it was gonna be a long night.

“Here. If you need me, I will be in the kitchen doing dishes and other chores.” Placing the kit beside him, you go to start said chores.

~~~

It was about an hour that you left Kidd alone to fix himself. He hasn’t said a thing, so maybe you should have given him more credit.

“Hey, lady!” Nevermind. You roll your eyes as you return to the living room to see him in the same condition you left him.

“I have a name, you know.” It was his turn to roll his eyes before he looked at you. His cheeks slightly red as he held out the bandages in his hands.

“Alright…” You decide not to comment as you just take the bandages from his hand and plop down next to him on the couch. You reach out to his face only for him to jerk away.

“I need to remove the bandages, and for that, I need to touch your face and head.” With a frown, he moved closer so you could take them off.

“This might hurt.” You start to take off the bandages slowly so you won’t hurt him. A small part of the stitches got caught on the dressings and got slightly tugged on. Kidd let out a hiss before grabbing your thigh and squeezing it without thinking. You tried not to pay attention, but you could feel your face warm up.

“Sorry, Kidd, I’ll get you some pain pills after alright?” He said nothing, as he just let you continue working on him.

“Do you have a free hand to hold up your hair, or will I have to put it in a small ponytail? The hand that wasn’t on your thigh moved to pull his hair back. You mutter a small thank you as you gently bandage it up.

“Alright, now your stomach.” It must have been this moment when Kidd Realized his hand placement as he jerked it back towards himself. A slight pink blush covered his face.

~~~

You finished his stomach without trouble before leading him to the guest bedroom.

“You need to sleep well in order to heal. So here is my guest bedroom. My bedroom is next door if you need anything, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” There was a second of silence between the two of you.

“Well, goodnight Kidd. Hope you feel better in the morning. You smile at him before making your way to your room. You close the door and hear the guest bedroom door close soon after. Discarding your clothes for some pajamas, you start your skincare routine before slithering under the covers. A cold feeling bites your skin as you feel more lonesome than usual. Maybe you weren’t used to having a hot man sleeping in your guest bedroom.

~~~

You slept through the night relatively easy. You almost forgot about the man you helped yesterday, but the sound of loud snoring reminded you. Sounded like he needed that sleep badly if he wasn’t waking up from how loud his own snores were. You just let him rest before going downstairs and starting breakfast and coffee. It was fun to guess what he might like, but you made some eggs and bacon. It's basic but reliable. You didn’t know how he liked his coffee, so you just brought him water again. Knocking on the door gently, you try to make your way inside the room without dropping anything/

“Kidd?” You hear a groan come from the other side of the door.

“Can I come in? I have breakfast and water for you.” A rough sounding ‘okay’ comes from the other side of the door. You open the door and only see his hair sticking out of the blanket.

“Cold?” You laugh as you place his food on the nightstand. You smile as you watch him emerge from the blankets to eat the food. This time not scarfing down what was in front of him.

“You sleep well?” He gave you a quick nod before continuing to eat.

“DO you want some coffee?”

“No, it’s bad for your skin and gross.” He gave you an annoyed glance as you giggled at his response. You sit on the end of the bed and look at him.

“I’m curious, what’s your most crazy adventure yet?” Kidd stops eating and gives you a questioning look.

“I mean, I’m probably never gonna get out of this boring town, so I just want to hear some stories about what it’s like on the blue seas? Who better to ask than the future King of the Pirates himself?” A smug look crossed his face before he swallowed his food.

“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll tell you the reason for my bounty of 350 million berri’s!” Even if it meant fueling his ego, you were curious about what you’d never get to see.

~~~

How you looked at him with fascination while he told you stories about his adventures made his ego soar. You listened to everyone, and with every new story, you only seemed more enchanted about his life on the seas.

“I’m so jealous. Every day is a new adventure for you. Your out slaying sea kings, and I’m stuck here. I mean, I have nothing holding me back, but this is all I’ve ever known. I know nothing of the places outside of here. I have medical knowledge, but that’s only because I'm under a doctor who moved here to retire.” Your face soon turns into a frown as you look off to space. Sounds like a miserable existence. Yet, not taking steps to leave yourself? You look so weak with such words.

“Enough about me, though. Do you have any more stories?” A sad smile was still evident on your face as you looked at him.

“I’ve eaten the Jiki Jiki no Mi fruit, which allows me to create magnetic forces and use it to control metal.”

“Really?! I’ve never met someone with devil fruit powers before!” Your interest in his abilities and the way you looked at him made a smug look appear on his face.

“You have to show me! I can’t imagine how strong it must be!”

“Of course, it’s strong! I could crush a canon before it even shoots!” You scooted your body closer to the middle of the bed to hear him tell you more. Sitting crisscrossed, you had your arms on your thighs as you looked at him excitedly. A big smile on your face while waiting for him to continue.

“A captain needs a strong crew, so I’m not gonna let any weak nobodies join! Me and my crew are the most feared ‘rookie’ pirates from the South blue!”

“That's so far! Where's your next stop after this again? I can’t imagine how far it is from here!”

“Sabaody Archipelago! The place you need to go to get to the new world!” With the way you looked at him, he could tell you stories for hours. You were like a little fan, and he wanted to hear more of your admiration.

He was going to tell you another one, but a sharp pain shot through his head, causing him to yell out a quick ‘fuck’ before holding his head. He dropped the fork that held his food and grit his teeth at the pain.

“Oh shit! Are you okay?!” He could feel you crawl closer to him in a quick motion just to check what was happening.

“I’ll go get you some pain meds! Is it your head in general, or is it specifically where the stitches are?”

“The stitches, damnit!”

“Okay! Don’t worry, you’ll be okay!” He could hear you running down the stairs to find some pain meds. He could only hope that you’d find them quickly.

Thankfully, you did, but you feared infection, so you tried to call the doctor again. Hoping that he might bring some antibiotics and anything else he could. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears as you heard the phone ring.

“Ah (Y/N)! What can I do for you?”

“I have a friend that needs help! I’m afraid his stitches are infected! Can you bring some antibiotics and come over? I’m really worried about him!”

“Your lucky that it’s dead in the clinic. I’ll see what I can do, okay?”

“Thank you, I’ll see you soon.”

~~~

“Okay, Kidd, the doctors here. He’s got some things to fix you up.” By now, Kidd was out of the covers and lying on the bed over the covers. You walk the doctor to the guest room, and as soon as the doctor sees the man on the bed, his eyes go wide.

“(Y-Y/N)...Do you know who he is?!” Kidd looks at you, gritting his teeth. Both of you worry about what the doctor would do.

“That’s Captain Kidd! He has a 350 million berri’s on his head! We should call the-”

“No!” You run towards the door and block the doctor's only way out.

“Please, doctor! I just need you to ensure he will be okay!”

“(Y/N) He’s a pirate!”

“So?! Our duty as healthcare workers is to help anyone and everyone, is it not?!”

“Yes, but he’s a dangerous man!”

“Please! Just take care of him and make sure he’s okay! He hasn’t laid a hand on me! I can’t just let him be in pain even if he is a pirate!” You weren’t gonna let Kidd leave this island with an infection, and you weren’t gonna let the doctor go without treating him.

“Why are you so concerned for him? He’ll get caught by the government sooner or later, so it’d be easier to do it now!”

“Cause he’s my boyfriend, alright?! So if he’s going down, I’ll go with him! Just fix him!” You see the doctor, and Kidd widen their eyes at your words. It was a lie, of course, but maybe you could pull the doctor's heartstrings. The room was silent as you continued to look the doctor straight in the eyes. Tears rim your eyes as you grit your teeth.

“Fine. But he’s not gone by 8pm tonight. I’m calling the Marines. And as for you, you are no longer my apprentice.” You feel a sharp twinge in your heart hearing the doctor's words, but you weren’t gonna back down now.

“Thank you.”

The doctor made his way to Kidd’s side, but all he could pay attention to was you. You had just given up your job for him. A man you only met yesterday. You even called him your boyfriend, with tears swelling in your eyes. He didn’t understand. Throwing everything away simply to help a pirate? Were you crazy?

You moved your body to sit next to him on the bed and gave him an awkward smile. He could feel the doctor's eyes on the both of you, and you must have too, cause you grabbed Kidd’s hand and held it. Kidd’s face grew hot at the foreign feeling, but he didn’t pull his hand away. If he wanted to ensure he got proper medical care, he’d have to suck it up. He supposed holding your hand didn’t feel that bad either.

~~~

The doctor finished with Kidd and gave him some antibiotics before leaving. He stopped at the guest bedroom door and reminded you both about the deal.

“Don’t worry, you’ll never see him again.” With a gruff, the doctor left, and the sound of the front door closing made the both of you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Thank god that’s over.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” You give him an embarrassed look before grabbing a pillow and threatening to hit him with it.

“Shut up! It fixed you, didn’t it?! Now be quiet while I try to figure out how to drag your ass to your ship without anyone freaking out.” Dropping the pillow, you lose yourself in thought, not noticing your hand still in his.

“We docked near a huge rock with a tree hanging over it. That might help.” Instead of the cocky tone you heard only seconds ago, his voice turned more calm.

“Oh! I know exactly where that is! Here, let me get your coat and goggles so we can head out. Wouldn’t want the Marines to come, right?” You try to move only to be stopped by your hand still in Kidd’s.

“Sorry, haha…” Jumping off the bed, you take off to grab his things. You feel your heart constricting, knowing you’ll never see him again and now have nothing in this town. You gave up your job for a man you’ll never see again after today.

“No use dwelling on it now. Let’s just get him home.” You grab his things and try to ignore the constant stabbing in your heart. Turning the corner, you see Kidd descending the stairs, trying to hide the small pinches of pain that shook his body. You were gonna offer to help, but you decided to just let him have this one.

“Here, put on your coat. I wouldn’t put on your goggles, so maybe just have them dangle on your neck?” You help him put on his coat even though he was a tank compared to you. He grabs the goggles and slides them over his head to have them lay against his collarbones. You open the door and motion him to follow you.

~~~

There wasn’t much said on the way back to his ship. You just stayed by his side so he wouldn’t fall, and he’d have something to hold onto if he needed a break. Soon enough, you see the rock that should be hiding his ship.

“Why?” Kidd’s voice cuts through the silence, making you turn your head to look at him.

“What do you mean why?”

“Why did you throw your life/job away for me? For someone you’ve only met a day?”

“I…Well-”

“Kidd! Jesus Christ! Where have you been?! We’ve been trying to call you and have been looking for you everywhere!” Another voice rang through the shore as you see a man in a blue and white mask running towards you.

“I’m fine, obviously! Plus, I was gonna come back! I simply…took a detour.”

“Uh huh, sure. Whatever, let's just go so we can make it to Sabaody quickly. Who’s the chick?”

“Oh, I’m just bringing him back. I-”

“So you said Kidd went this way? Thanks, doc!” The sound of a marine's voice made all your eyes widen.

“That two face jackass! He said 8pm! It’s only 2! Kidd, you need to leave now! I’ll hold them off, alright?”

“Are you stupid-” Killer grabs Kidd’s arm and pulls him with great force. Not wasting a second to run. Kidd looked back to see you running out of sight. If the doctor lied, then what if he told the Marines that you helped him? You could go to jail for having a heart to help anyone in need. Even if it’s a deadly pirate.

They’d jail you for caring, and he was just leaving you to the wolves.

“God damnit! I need to grab her! Let me go!”

“Are you crazy?! Look at you! Your practically dead meat walking! There's no way you can run back and grab her! Plus, what makes her so important?!”

“We’re not leaving this fucking island without her! Either let me grab her, or you grab her and bring her to the ship! Either way, she is coming with us!”

“Fine! Just move your ass on the ship and get ready to sail immediately! I’ll go grab her if she means that much to you!” Killer lets go of Kidd’s arm and runs back towards you. Despite wanting to go with him, he knew they’d need to sail right away, so he moved as fast as he could to the ship.

“Captian! You're finally back!-”

“Get ready to set sail! Marines are near! Killer will be here soon, and we should leave as soon as he steps on the deck, understand?!” Even with his wounds, he still showed a strong front. There was no way he would let his crew see him so weak.

“You heard him, guys! Let’s go!” Everyone ran across the deck in a rush. The sound of rushed footsteps didn’t overpower his heart pounding as he grits his teeth. Killer better hurry his ass up.

“Killers coming, Captain! Marines are right behind him, and he’s holding…a girl?” Kidd looked overboard and saw Killer running towards the ship faster than he’d ever seen.

“Let’s move! Their gonna start shooting any second!" Killer finally made it to the deck. Immediately, everyone took their places to defend against the Marines.

“Here Kidd! Happy?” Just as soon as Killer was here, he left as he dropped you off in front of Kidd.

“Kidd? Why-”

“You said you wanted to see my devil fruit powers, right?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Then watch.” Kidd turns to the marines that started to shoot at the two of you. From the corner of your eye, you can see Kidd’s crazed smile before he moves his hand toward the marines. You look down from the ship and see the Marines' guns being ripped from their hands. Confusion hit you and the Marines as wait to see what he was planning. Your eyes widen as a giant clump of guns materializes next to Kidd. Getting bigger and bigger with each firearm added. Soon enough, after all the guns from the Marines were taken, Kidd’s eyes met yours before returning to the Marines.

“And repel!” All the guns he stole were thrown out to sea, a big splash accompanying it. The marines looked at him in horror before returning the way they came.

“Holy shit..” You could only stare at the fleeting marines, not seeing Kidd’s smug face.

“See? I’m obviously the strongest to become the King of the Pirates!” By now, the ship was already starting to drift off to sea.

“Why did you make him come and get me? You would’ve left earlier and avoided the Marines in general.” Your voice was quiet as you turned to look up at Kidd.

“Well, obviously, I needed a doctor. And the other one obviously wasn’t an option, so I’m simply kidnapping you so we have a doctor who knows what they’re doing.” Like hell, he’d give you the actual reason.

“Is that so?” Throwing your arms on the railing, you look out to sea before gazing up at him with a smile.

“Only reason, so whatever your thinking about, get it out of your head!” You chuckle at Kidd’s flustered face.

“It’s not kidnapping if the persons willing, is it?”

“Yeah, well, whatever. Just go to the infirmary and learn where everything is.”

“I don’t know where it is, Captain. Mind escording me there?” The way you smirked had Kidd grumbling before grabbing your wrist and dragging you away from the railing. Even though you were being pulled, you still had slight time to look at your surroundings. So many unique faces and an equally unique ship. You wave to some of them, trying to be friendly.

“Alright, we're here.” Opening the door, you look around the office. It’s better than you initially thought. The place was tidy, so that was even better.

“I gotta go back to being a pirate. No thanks to you.” You turn around, ready to give him some choice words, only to see a smirk on his face that makes you roll your eyes.

“Doctor orders you to actually take care of yourself.”

“Yeah, but that’s no fun. Doctors orders can wait.” Without another word, Kidd leaves you alone to examine the new room. You can hear him yelling at his crew about something, yet it only makes you laugh. You sit on the desk, turn on the lantern light, and open the shades so light could envelop the room. It was stuffy, so you decided to open the window as well. The smell of the salty breeze hitting your nose made you smile as now you could live the adventure you always dreamed about.

#one piece x reader #eustass captain kid x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustass captain kid #eustass kid

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radio-show · 2 years

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Julian Devorak x reader

Description:

Julian comes home with a stab wound. Lucky for him, he has a lover who knows how to work a needle, and how to make his heart flutter

Notes: GN reader

Warnings: None (I think) Blood is mentioned like once

Julian stumbled through the door for the first time that day, and his lover peeked around the corner before he could even say anything.

"Julian!" They rushed to his side, spotting the blood seeping through his shirt. Their arm hooked around his shoulders, and they started to hold him up. "What happened?"

"Long story," he hissed in pain.

"Come on, love. I'll get you patched up." The two of them settled on the couch, and (Y/N) left to get some medical supplies. They came back with a hand towel, some gauze and bandages, something in a bottle Julian usually used to clean wounds, and surprisingly, a needle and thread. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, kinda," Julian muttered, sitting stiffly. He groaned quietly in pain and leaned back as (Y/N) lifted his shirt to see the wound.

"That looks bad," They said quietly.

"It could be worse."

"You could be dead."

Julian laughed shortly. "Yeah, I guess," he said, and then winced in pain.

"Is this one of yours?"

"Hm?" Julian lifted his head.

"One of your wounds. Or is it someone else's again?" (Y/N) started mopping up the blood.

"One of mine. Took a sword strike from a guard." (Y/N) only nodded and wiped up the rest of the blood, and poured some of the stuff in the bottle onto the cut. Julian hissed in pain, and (Y/N) gently stroked his hair.

"Hey, I got this," they said. "It's gonna be okay."

"You stole my line," Julian laughed to himself, but winced again. "Mmh, that stings."

"This looks deep. I'd probably have to stitch it up."

"Glad to see my lessons are coming into clutch, huh?"

"Yeah." (Y/N) threaded the surgical thread through the needle. "Hold still, okay?"

"You don't need to tell me twice," Julian smiled as (Y/N) pulled his bloody shirt over his head. "Heaven knows I could never say no to you. You could ask me to go to the ends of the Earth, and I'd probably do it without thinking twice."

"Lucky for you, love, I'm not asking you to do that," (Y/N) smiled, sticking the needle into his skin at the edge of the cut. "I just need you to hold still." They tied off the first stitch. "Now quit being so sappy, you're not gonna die." The stitches went smoothly, and the two of them didn't say much. "Why were you around the guards?"

"I wasn't paying enough attention to my surroundings," Julian said, his voice strained from the pain. "Mm, that feels awful."

"It'd probably feel better if you weren't stabbed."

Julian laughed shortly, and then grimaced. "Yeah, probably."

(Y/N) half smiled, tying up another stitch. "You know I love you, right?"

"Don't know why, honestly. I don't deserve it."

"I mean, nobody said you had to deserve it." (Y/N) stuck the needle back into his skin. "I love you anyway. I love you in your best, and your worst, and in my darkest hours, I always think back to you."

"Now who's being sappy?"

(Y/N) laughed shortly. "It's true. I love you. I really do. "

"I love you too," Julian smiled softly. "Ow, careful with that needle, darling."

"Sorry." (Y/N) grimaced, and tied off another stitch. (Y/N) fell into a rhythm of the stitches, and had soon made about ten, enough to close the wound. They gently placed gauze on the wound and wrapped his lower torso in bandages. "There you go, love. As good as new." They gently kissed his nose and ran their fingers through his hair.

Julian smiled and leaned back on the couch, his hands lying over his stomach. "Don't mind me, I'll be right as rain real soon, you know. Probably didn't need the stitches."

"It will help," (Y/N) assured him gently.

"I know, Julian smiled. "I'm the doctor."

(Y/N) brushed his hair out of his face and kissed his forehead, then sat next to him on the couch. "I know," they said. "But I wanted to care for you anyway." Julian's smile softened, a chuckle barely in the back of his throat.

"How did I ever get so lucky as to have you in my life?"

"Just how you got lucky for this," they said, leaning forward and placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "And this." Another kiss, on the other side. "Or this," they added softly, pressing their lips to his. "I love you on purpose," (Y/N) said with another, firmer kiss to the lips. (Y/N) shifted into Julian's lap and continued to kiss him, at the visible pleasure of the redhead in question. "Luck didn't have a dang thing to do with it."

"I don't know," Julian said, his smile turning into a smirk against their lips. "This feels pretty lucky to me."

His fingers wandered up to their face, and to their stomach, and their neck, and finally rested on their shoulders. "Maybe," (Y/N) shrugged, leaning their forehead on his and chuckling a little to themself.

"You'd think the magician would be the one to know about luck." Julian's hand brushed behind the nape of (Y/N)'s neck. He pulled them forward with the tenderness they knew so well, and kissed them again. It was simple and warm, and Julian's lips were soft like a summer breeze. His hand slowly moved to cup their face. (Y/N)'s hand absently rested on his chest, feeling the thump of his heart behind his ribs. He tilted his head and leaned into the kiss a little more. "Whatever this is, luck, fate, or just you being stubborn enough to stay with me." Julian stopped for a moment, his thumb rubbing their cheek. "It feels absolutely magical," he said, a little wistful, and a little bit ready to kiss them again.

"Naturally, the pretty words come from the pretty face."

"Is that so?" Julian murmured. "That explains the perfect words on those beautiful lips of yours." He smiled, praises on the tip of his tongue.

"Julian, you charmer."

"Guilty as charged,” Julian laughed quietly.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

#julian the arcana #julian devorak #the arcana #the arcana game #Julian x reader #julian devorak x reader #fluff #Juiian fluff #Julian Devorak fluff #honestly man this guy kinda grabbed my heart and ran away with it

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sappymix1 · 1 year

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[[hi I wrote some short george pov dnf fluff about the pizza stream :) tap in under the cut]]

His arms are wrapped around your stomach and you feel like you could die right there.

It’s dumb. It’s so dumb. All of your best friends in the world are right there and you feel like your heart is beating so quickly it could burst out of your chest and leave a red glowing burst of blood and guts and heart-stuff all over the counter where Sam is meticulously kneading pizza dough. It would look like that one time as a joke you took the lid off of Sapnap’s smoothie and the blender shot half blended strawberry out everywhere. You wondered if everyone would be left cleaning up your heart for days like the two of you – you and Sapnap; Dream said it wasn’t his problem and no amount of pleading from you changed his mind this time – had been then.

It was dumb, because everyone here had seen your lips on his. Sapnap, a million times over – that first time when you were so sick after Antarctica and you were overwhelmed enough and Dream was worried enough for both of you to just go for it, and so many times since. Hannah and Sylvee – after Christmas when Dream went to bed early and you stopped picking at Hannah and chewing on the sugar cookies that made your stomach hurt later to beg him to stay and then kiss him in the way that only someone high on sugar and love and happiness could when he whispered that he’d be there keeping the bed warm when you were ready to say goodnight. Bad and Skeppy – the warm smile that Dream only gave when you were behind the camera that you just had to take for yourself even though Dream insisted that kissing in front of Bad was like making out with someone in front of his father. Sam – when you got home after being gone too long and your skin was buzzing with how badly you missed him and Dream hardly let you step in the door before his arms were around you and his lips were on yours like nobody else was there. Ant, Velvet, and Puffy – early mornings while your eyes were still droopy and tired and at the merch factory and on the couch and everywhere else because you’d been gone too long and now you never wanted to leave his orbit ever again.

Everyone – January, when he was a little bit drunk and you were feeling bold enough to say post it. His arms around your stomach were nothing.

But it was domestic. You didn’t think you had ever had domestic before. A few cherry chapstick flavored kisses with a girl from your mandatory English class back by the bathroom line at a party while her hands got too close to the waistband of your jeans in a way that made you nervous but not enough for you not to remember the teasing from all your friends and tell her to keep going when she asked if it was okay anyway. That hadn’t been domestic. It had been two dates until she stopped texting and you could breathe a sigh of relief because you hadn’t known how to answer what she was asking anyway. A boy when you were at a bar your friends dragged you to after graduation that you never saw again and you didn’t remember him well enough, honestly, to have noticed even if you had. Karl, who was just Karl, and it just meant he loved you as much as he did everyone else.

None of them would have pressed a hand to your burning forehead and softly told you that they thought you needed to go to the doctor. None of them would have let you curl up against their chest after an exhausting string of Christmas streams and wrapped their arms around you as you dozed off hugging a silly stuffed animal that had made you laugh so hard you’d cried a few hours earlier. None of them would have crawled into bed with you on the other side of the country and laughed when you said you wanted to exist inside their skin. None of them would have eaten your frozen mango and promised they’d take you out for smoothies to make up for it.

It made your heart feel like it was going to burst. It was everything you’d always wanted. Your cheeks burned pink from more than just your bahamas sunburn and your face scrunched up into a smile against your will as he held you against his chest and rambled stupid stuff in a way that sounded like I love you.

#i love writing in second person sooooo much #dnf #sappy.ao3 #<- I mean its not but

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huntingingoodwill · 2 years

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dealer.

masterlist

pairing: robert fischer x reader

a/n: this was written for dear turmblrina @retromafia 's milestone celebration, lily you are so sweet and wonderful and you deserve every last follower! congratulations <3 this fic was based off dealer by lana del rey and miles kane, from lily's prompt list :) i'd like to thank stinky worm @sunrisepoets for being my beta reader too!

tw: drugs, addiction, (not explicitly stated, but it's implied that reader is a dealer and rob is her customer) destructive dynamics, mention of death/suicidal ideation, all in relation to the song. this is not meant to be a romanticisation, and is a depiction of a toxic relationship. please read with discretion and above all, take care of yourself!

“You need to leave.”

Slumped in a heap on the floor of your flat, Robert’s body was heavy and reluctant as you pulled him upright by his collar, fumbling to fix the buttons he had undone on his dress shirt. His tie hung loose around his neck, limp.

He swatted you away, mumbling a “no” in protest, eyelids sinking down over his pale blue, empty gaze.

“Robert.”

“No, no…” His voice weak in his throat as he turned away from you.

“Robert!” You exclaimed, volume cresting. “Get up. I want you out.”

“No… no… no!” He howled, sitting up so suddenly it made you jump. His red-rimmed eyes, wild as a wounded animal’s, fixed themselves on you as he cried out the words, desperate and stubborn as a child. It made your skin crawl, and you retreated from him. You couldn’t bear to look at him.

Things could be good. Or, whatever fractured semblance of good the two of you could come up with. He’d fall into your arms, sweet and heavy, clinging onto every word you uttered.

“Oh, Robbie,” you’d hum, running a hand through his dark hair. “You’ve gotten so thin… aren’t they feeding you?”

“They…” he’d mutter, mind already wandering as he sunk into your arms, that dizzying love for you, for what you gave him, swelling in his chest, so unbearable he could die. “Don’t have anyone else.” He’d press his face into your stomach. “Just you.” You’d look away, pushing away the pity. You knew it was you cutting him down, little by little, supplying him.

It only got bad when you hung him out to dry.

“Don’t cut me off. You can’t, not now.” He shook his head, sweat beading across his hairline. “You can’t kick me out. I need to be with you, I love you-”

“It’s not me you love.” You didn’t know if that was the truth, but it was an undeniable possibility. He was dependent on what you gave him. Maybe to him, that could pass for love.

You thought you could love him. You felt maybe you already did, when you were lying next to him beneath the windows in your living room, horizontal strips of golden light falling on his face through the blinds. When he was calm, vulnerable.

You might’ve loved him. But how could you? You were killing him. You’d chase him out the door, wanting to scare him away, wanting him to get better, but he’d come back. And you’d always let him back in. You missed him too much to bear being away from him. Maybe you loved him. You glanced at the wad of cash he’d given you earlier. Maybe you loved his money.

“No, you can’t-” His voice cracked sickeningly, making your eyes screw shut. “I love you, I love you, I…” Like a chant.

“You need help.”

“You’re helping me- one more time, alright? Please, one more-” He murmured shakily. His face twisted sorrowfully, and your stomach turned, his sadness scaring you, almost repulsive.

“You’re sick, Robert.”

“And who do you think did this to me?!” He screamed, jolting up unexpectedly. You started at his outburst. “You can’t do this to me and turn your back on me! You can’t-”

“Well, I am!” You shouted. “Go home, go to a doctor, I don’t fucking know, but don’t come around here anymore-”

“Don’t bother with a doctor, alright? Don’t try.” He spat. “Now give me one more fucking-” He began to yell, his authoritative tone unable to mask the tears welling up in his eyes.

You felt cruelty threaten to slip off your tongue, anger, regret and love enmeshing themselves into one confusing mess of emotion. You needed to hurt him, scare him away, he needed to leave, get better, forget about you.

“If you want to end up six feet under like your father, be my fucking guest, but I’m not helping you with that anymore.” You spat.

You instantly regretted using that against him. You remembered the “good” times with Rob, the peaceful smile on his face a rarity, a thing of beauty. You knew he wouldn’t have divulged the things he told you to anyone else. Of course, it could’ve just been a side effect.

“Tell me about your family, Robbie.”

“Not much to tell.”

“You can trust me.” You had traced a finger down his jaw. He had reached up, lacing his fingers with yours slowly, voice quiet as if he was about to nod off. “What about your father?”

“Hasn’t been home for years.”

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be. That’s okay. My spirit was crushed, back then, but you healed me. I’m good now. I’m better.”

You watched him now as he sunk to the floor, miserable.

“I’m sorry. That was a horrible thing to say.” You whispered. He had trusted you.

He buried his head in his hands. “I don’t want to live.” He whimpered. “I gave you everything. Gave you all my money. Sacrificed everything.”

Sadness bubbled up in your chest, sending you spinning out. A switch clicked within you, and you resolved to be mean, to push him away.

“Sacrifice.” You scoffed. “You could buy out every pharmacy in the country and still be in the green. Means nothing to you. Yuppie fuck.” You laughed incredulously, tears rolling down your face as you swallowed your hiccups. “What did you sacrifice, huh? So many promises, Rob. You didn’t fulfill any of them. Just petty cash. But besides that… not one shirt off your back. Not one.” You grabbed the money off the table, tossing it, watching as it landed next to him with a dull thump. “You can have your money.”

The weight of your words hung between you, his head drooping toward the floor.

“You ruined my life.” He whispered, voice flat. You didn’t want to think about it.

You finally managed to get him out the door, dragging yourself into your bedroom and pulling the covers over your head. You wondered how you’d sleep through your tears, how you’d manage to rest as he slammed his fist against your door, his pleas muffled as they echoed through the hallway.

You reached your arm out, pushing the landline off the table. It clattered to the ground, receiver falling off the hook, the dial tone a quiet buzz on the floor.

You knew he’d call.

And he did, hunched next to his phone in his quiet home, all night.

He listened to the same response, a hundred times over, like a chant.

“All circuits are busy, goodbye.”

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Featheruary Part 9

Don’t forget to black list ‘long post’ if you don’t want to see my long posts! This is short enough I’m not putting it under a cut. You can find part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here, part 5 here, part 6 here, part 7 here, and part 8 here.

“I’ll be extra careful,” Bucky continued hastily. “Where would be best for you?”

Tony continued to give him a stony look, just for a moment, so that Bucky felt properly warned. Then he turned, walking over toward a group of decorative plants. He pulled out a thick yoga mat from behind them and turned, shoving the coffee table out of the way with his foot so he could spread it out.

“Y. You just. You just keep a yoga mat back there?” Bucky asked, blinking. “What’s wrong with leaving it out? Your living space is so… barren.”

“Tidy,” Tony corrected in answer, instead of ‘to make it difficult for other people to hide weapons in my living space.’ He didn’t want to have that conversation right now. Also it wasn’t necessarily a lie—he’d taken to making sure his living space was tidy so that various cleaning bots could disinfect all surfaces when he’d had the reactor, because he’d been so susceptible to illness and infection. He wasn’t sure what everyone was expecting to see when they walked into his apartment, though; he spent most of his time in the workshop anyway.

Bucky squinted at him anyway, as if sensing it was not as simple as that. Still, he seemed to accept it at face value, if nothing else, because he walked over to stand beside the mat as Tony shuffled down onto his knees so he could spread himself across it. He reached out to help him pull his shirt off. “We’re using your own oil, yeah?”

“Yup!” Tony chirped, crawling down to lie on his stomach. He spread his wings and flapped them a couple of times, then crossed his arms under his chin. “I wasn’t joking about having glands that border on overactive. Doctors say that’s not unusual for people with wide wingspans.”

“Ah, I guess I never noticed. My family was all albatross, so everything was just… normal,” Bucky mused, carefully kneeling beside him and swinging his leg over Tony’s hips. “And Steve was so sickly, he varied wildly between too much and not enough.” He slid his hand through Tony’s dark feathers, careful, just feeling, before he carefully slid his fingers through to the skin. “How soon before you fall into a nap?”

“Hrngh,” Tony answered, already fighting the urge to simply melt into the mat.

Bucky blinked. “Wow.”

“Talk fast,” Tony said. He’d groomed his wings recently enough that Bucky wouldn’t need to do much but touchups—he hadn’t known Bucky would offer to do it, after all—but it would allow him to ease into it, figure out how to use his metal hand if he could. Unfortunately, being groomed by someone else was the sort of novelty that he couldn’t really get used to it so that he didn’t just melt into a puddle of goo on the floor.

Bucky picked at his wings for a moment, considering, before he finally said, “Natasha talked to you, didn’t she?”

Tony sucked in a deep breath, then let it back out in a long, slow sigh. “Yeah. She didn’t bully me into anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m finding to my absolute horror that it takes a very special kind of person to bully you,” Bucky admitted, reaching down to carefully rub the oil gland butting up against the base of his right wing.

Tony could count the people who could properly bully him as Pepper and Rhodey, so he didn’t feel too bad about it. Still, sometimes Natasha said things in such a tone with such a glare that he did feel compelled to do what she said, probably on the Virgo moon or whatever. “Sometimes she manages.”

“I’m not surprised.” Bucky carefully massaged the oil into his feathers at the top of his wing. “But she gave you the kick in the butt you needed, or whatever?”

“She said what I was doing was cruel to us,” Tony admitted slowly, then frowned a little. “Or… maybe not cruel, but… unfair, I guess. That we couldn’t decide what the other deserved. That I needed to put us out of our misery one way or another, because you’d left it up to me, whether I wanted to try anything or not.”

Bucky took a few minutes to mull over what he’d said, even as he methodically and carefully sorted out his feathers to oil. Finally, he asked, “And do you? Want to try anything. You know how I feel.”

Tony grimaced and hoped that Bucky didn’t see it. “I regret to inform you of this, but I need your feelings laid out just to be certain.”

“…Ah,” Bucky said after another pause. “Well. Cards on the table, I guess. You’ve done a real good job taking care of me and I was starved of affection for seventy years, so it was really just a matter of time before I fell in love with you.”

Tony carefully turned his head to peer up at him. “You said that before. I don’t know… I haven’t really done anything to dese—” He paused, then shook his head a little. “Not deserve in the sense that I don’t deserve love, or anything. Just… I don’t think I’ve done anything special to warrant it, I guess. Couldn’t even get the balls to ask to groom you myself,” he mumbled into his arms, mostly to himself.

“You don’t ask for things,” Bucky said, and his voice was carefully gentle, as if to keep from riling him up. “I’ve watched you, Tony. You don’t open yourself up to being vulnerable. Showing you want something is giving someone the chance to take it away. I asked you to groom me and you about vibrated out of your skin, and I could tell you were trying to downplay how happy you were to be asked. I felt like such shit for needing an excuse to ask you when you clearly would have said yes.”

Tony thought about refuting the statement, that he wasn’t so goddamn excited to be able to groom him, but he’d tried so hard to hide his glee and Bucky had still picked up on it. And it wasn’t like Bucky was wrong; asking for things left him vulnerable, and people rarely wanted to give him things, so he’d unfortunately learned that it was just better not to ask. He shrugged uncomfortably. “So what makes you think you love me?”

“I told you. I’m starved of affection,” Bucky said, but there was humor in his tone now, and Tony couldn’t help but snort. He shook his head. “Nah, I mean you didn’t do a lot face-to-face for me, but I know you did a lot behind the scenes. You did all the work to get us out of exile and back in the states, and you helped clear my war crimes. You always make sure there’s enough food in the common kitchen, stuff that we like. Sam’s favorite creamer. Those protein shakes you think are gross but keep Steve and Thor full. Tons of fresh fruit for me. There’s always enough equipment in the gym, and sometimes you leave us presents, like that rifle scope you made for me and Clint, or those new shoes with the blades in the sole for Natasha. Little things that you can deny when we ask, if you think we don’t like them.”

Tony heaved a long, slow sigh. “Well. Getting you guys back to America and your war crimes overturned was not small, but my lawyers were very excited to have something to research that wasn’t patent law.” He flapped his wing when Bucky’s fingers went lax, just to stretch the muscles. “Besides, T’Challa and Shuri helped.”

“…And you still can’t see why I wouldn’t fall a little bit in love with that?” Bucky asked. “Of all the things you’ve done for us—for me—that was the most selfless. I’d hurt you, orphaned you young, and you still saw fit to forgive me and help me turn my life around.”

“Yeah, well, I also orphaned a lot of people young,” Tony muttered. “And I didn’t even have the excuse of being tortured for several decades. Would have been a bit hypocritical to be mad at you for doing the same thing.”

Bucky pulled his wing up so he could look at him properly, frowning. “You thought you were helping people. I know your dad failed you, but Tony, he helped build the atomic bomb, and look at the damage that did. He thought he was helping people too. It’s not your fault you got caught up in American propaganda and its industrial complex and followed in your father’s footsteps—”

“I can tell this is supposed to be helpful, but you are not helping,” Tony said. “Who taught you these words? Was it T’Challa? Shuri?”

“Natasha, but like, when she was telling me about what happened in the war after I died,” Bucky answered. “My parents were from Romania, you know, I was always curious about—”

“Please don’t talk about it like you died,” Tony moaned, lifting his hands to cover his face.

Bucky scowled. “Come on. That’s basically what happened.”

“Oh my God,” Tony whispered.

“Anyway,” Bucky continued, turning his attention back to Tony’s wing. “Natasha said not to bring up Howard, so, sorry. My bad.”

“Howard wasn’t the worst part of your words,” Tony muttered, scowling.

“What I’m saying is, maybe the way I love you isn’t the right type of love yet. Infatuation, maybe. Touch starvation. Deep affection. But it could be that type of love if you give me a chance,” Bucky said, ignoring him. “And I… I would like it if you gave me that chance.”

Tony turned his head to squint up at him skeptically, wondering if he should force the point about Howard, capitalism, and the American Industrial Complex. He decided against it, though, because one time he’d been talking to Steve and he’d just hissed ‘capitalism’ in a really disgusted tone and Tony had felt the need to flee the room. Bucky shared similar views and quite honestly Tony had sat through enough lectures about capitalism from literally anyone who could get in his fucking ear. He knew enough. “Why me?”

“Because you didn’t look at me weird when you saw me having a panic attack that first night,” Bucky answered simply, and then, “Stop bellowing goddamn it I am being genuine here.”

Tony covered his face again, miserable. “I told you to move out of my fucking way while you were in crisis.”

“I am kindly reminding you that my panic attack was about how bananas taste wrong,” Bucky told him in a tone that belayed any kindness.

“I’d be fucked up too if I went to eat a candy-flavored apple and it didn’t taste like a Runt shape or Laffy Taffy,” Tony said.

Bucky leaned back, glaring at him. “You’re just making up words now.”

He wasn’t, but Tony wasn’t about to tell him ‘yeah, that banana flavor still exists, but in the form of candy.’ “Sorry.”

Bucky scowled at him a little longer, then returned his attention to Tony’s wing. “Anyway. I know now that you hadn’t eaten the entire day and you would have bodychecked anyone that got in your way, but… at the time, everyone was treating me like spun glass on my bad days, especially Stevie. I didn’t want to be treated delicately. I wanted to be treated like I was normal.”

“I’m obligated by Rhodey to say that anything I do is not normal,” Tony cut in.

Bucky didn’t seem offended this time. “Nah, he’s right, you’re a fuckin’ weirdo. But at the time? I just knew you’d treat me the same as you would anyone else. Well, except for Steve, maybe,” he added to himself. “He said you took pictures of him when he was stuck in the ceiling and didn’t help at all.”

Tony tipped his head to frown at him. “Do you think I would not also take pictures from the ground if you got stuck in the ceiling?”

“…Anyway,” Bucky said, clearly answering the question in his mind only. “Like I said. Maybe I’m not in love with you, yet, but I do have a lot of affectionate feelings for you that could become love if you let me have the chance.”

Tony raised his eyebrows. “Even if I tell you to get the fuck out of my way and bodycheck you away from the fruit bowl?”

Bucky leaned over him, lips spreading into a smirk. “It’s sexy that you can protect yourself from me.”

“I bodychecked you in the middle of a panic attack, Bucky,” Tony deadpanned. “It wasn’t difficult. You didn’t even pull a knife.”

“Yeah, but you’re small,” Bucky argued. “I have a natural advantage in fights.”

Tony gaped up at him, speechless. Then he moved his wing down a little bit, gave Bucky a hard look, then swung it down, sending Bucky rolling across the floor.

“Oh, this is a nice change,” Steve said later when he found Tony replaying the shrill ‘fuck?!’ Bucky had let out before slamming into the wall.

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The Wrong Line of Work (Mob Boss AU)

@scottxlogan Thank you so much for helping me out!

Summary: As Dr. Sam leaves his clinic at the end of the day, an injured mobster takes him hostage and forces him to fix him up.

***

It was getting late and Sam had to close up his clinic, so he put away his files and headed out through the back door. As he locked up the place, he felt something cold and hard press against the back of his head, putting him on alert.

“Scream and I will blow your head off,” a low, dark voice said in his ear.

“Listen, whatever you want, just take it and leave,” Sam told the supposed robber.

“Get back inside the clinic,” the man replied. He groaned into Sam’s ear, making Sam shudder. He followed the man’s directions and quickly opened the clinic, heading back inside.

“Close the door,” the man ordered once they were inside, and Sam followed his direction once again.

“What now?” Sam asked. “We don’t have money in here. My nurse just deposited all the money at the bank.”

The man huffed in return. “I don’t want your money,” he said. “Turn around.”

Sam did as he was told once again and turned around to face the man. His eyes widened when he realized who this man was. The most notorious mob boss of the city. Steven Grant Rogers. The man was in a terrible shape. There were cuts on his face, and over his eyes, and oh yeah, he was bleeding from the torso.

“You’re hurt,” Sam pointed out.

“Thanks. I hadn’t noticed.” Steven Rogers rolled his eyes. “I need you to patch me up,” he added.

“This is a fertility clinic,” Sam told him. Sam was glad that it was only him at the clinic and the patients and other medical staff had left.

“It’s a clinic. And you’re a doctor,” Steven gritted through his teeth before pointing the gun right between Sam’s eyes. “Now patch me up.”

Sam immediately put his hands up. “Okay, okay,” he replied and immediately headed towards the room where the medical equipment was. He got the supplies he needed to patch the mobster up. “Please sit down,” he asked the man as politely as he could.

Steven sat down on the chair next to the exam table and Sam got down in front of him. He started out by cleaning Steven’s wounds, who hissed in return and pointed the gun at his head once again.

“Sorry, I should have warned you,’ Sam told the mobster, who grunted and lowered the gun once again.

“H- how did you get hurt, Mr. Rogers?” Sam asked, trying to make conversation despite the situation.

“I have plenty of enemies,” Steven replied and went quiet, letting Sam fill in the blanks himself.

“I need to stitch up the wound above your eye,” Sam told the mobster.

Steven did not look too pleased, but he nodded anyway. “Go ahead,” he grumbled.

Sam immediately stitched the wound above his eyes before moving down to the wound on his stomach. Steven’s palm still rested there, so Sam had a hard time seeing how bad the damage was. He gave the man a soft smile and assured him he would take good care of him. He removed Steve’s hand and hissed when he noticed the wound as he lifted Steve’s shirt up. “You need a proper hospital for this,” he told the man.

“No!” Steven growled. “No hospitals. You do this,” he ordered Sam.

“Okay,” Sam replied and gulped. He knew if he did it wrong, then the man would just shoot him.

Sam started cleaning the wound on Steven’s stomach once Steven put up his shirt. It was a large gash right across his torso. Sam knew it needed more than stitches, but stitches were the best he could do right now with the resources he had. He cleaned the wound before stitching it up as well. All the while, Steven stayed stoic, like he didn’t care that his skin was being sewn together.

Sam’s hands were still shaking when he finished stitching Steven up. “All done, Mr. Rogers,” Sam said.

“Call me, Steve,” Steven- Steve practically ordered him.

��S- Steve,” Sam stuttered. “Is there anything else you need?”

Steve tilted his head to the side and watched Sam before reaching out with his gun and trailing it down Sam’s face. “You’re hot,” he said.

The last thing Sam expected was for the big bad mob boss to hit on him. “I’m married,” Sam quickly told him and flashed him his ring as he got up from the floor.

Steve winced as he stood up from the stool and came closer to Sam. “Hasn’t stopped me before,” he said, stopped right in front of Sam, leaving very little space between them.

But then Steve suddenly doubled over, grabbing his stomach. “Fuck,” he groaned. “What did you do?” He growled, trying but failing to point the gun at Sam.

“I did nothing! I told you you needed a hospital!”

The man terrified Sam, but he was down at the moment so Sam gathered up the courage to snatch the gun from his hand. The man tried coming at him, but Sam pushed him down and he landed on the floor with a thud.

Steve laughed without any humor. “What now, doc? You gonna shoot me?” He asked as Sam pointed the gun at him.

“No, I’m calling the police,” Sam replied and reached into his pocket to take out his phone.

Steve was clearly hurt somewhere else where that Sam couldn’t see. But why should he care? The man could die for all he care- Steve started to lose consciousness. Shit. Sam thought to himself. He was a doctor. He couldn’t let this man die regardless of who he was. Damn him and his ethics. He turned on the safety on the gun and pocketed it, along with his phone, and got down on the floor.

“Steve, stay with me, don’t close your eyes,” he told the man while gently slapping his face.

Steve groaned and rolled his head from side to side in pain. He struggled to keep his eyes open.

Sam took off Steve’s suit jacket, and that’s when he noticed the bullet wound in his shoulder.

“Shit,” he hissed. “You could have led with the fact that someone shot you,” Sam told Steve.

“Oh,” Steve said in a sleep heavy voice.

“Yes, oh.” Sam scoffed. “Shit,” he cursed under his breath when Steve passed out on him.

Sam listened to Steve’s heartbeat and got something, which made him let out a breath of relief. He then got to taking out the bullet from Steve’s shoulder. “Sorry,” Sam said to the unconscious man and started digging through the flesh. There was blood everywhere, but Sam soon got the bullet out, and put it aside before cleaning the wound and bandaging up his shoulder. He somehow got the mobster to sit up so that he could bandage his torso as well. Sam then stood up and threw Steve’s arm around his shoulders, and helped him off the floor. He groaned as he let the mobster sit on the chair, whose head was hanging and his limbs were loose beside him. Sam checked his breathing and pulse again and realized that they were better now. He should be awake at any moment. Sam looked around for something to tie Steve with. He came back with zip ties and tied Steve’s hands to the chair. Once he finished, he wondered what to do next as he paced the floor. He could now call the cops and make this their problem, but Steve was in no shape to be taken to jail. His wounds wouldn't allow him to survive there. He could call his husband, and together, they could figure out what to do next, but Sam did not want to involve James in this mess.

A groan brought Sam out of his thoughts. He immediately reached into his pocket and took out the gun, pointing it at the mobster. Steve’s eyes opened and he let out a humorless laugh. “Oh, how the tables have turned,” he said sardonically. “You gonna shoot me, doc? What was the point of saving me, then?” He continued to ask in a groggy voice.

Sam hadn’t thought of that. “Shut up,” he grumbled.

“Why didn’t you call the cops?” Steve continued to ask.

“What makes you think I haven’t?” Sam asked.

“Well, I’m not being arrested, so I assume you haven’t called them,” Steve replied smugly, and gave him a weak smile behind his dark beard.

“You’re right, I haven’t called them. You go to jail and you’ll die,” Sam told him. “So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to call someone to come take you home and I’m going to forget that this ever happened.”

“Are you giving the orders now?” Steve asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes, I am, and you are going to follow them,” Sam told him.

Steve sighed and tried pulling his hand but couldn’t since it was tied. “I don’t know who to trust anymore.”

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed at that. “What do you mean?”

“My own man did this to me,” Steve told him. “He is my right-hand man. We’ve known each other for half our lives. We even served together. Then today I find out that he’s working for my rival.”

“Damn, I’m sorry,” Sam said and sat down on the exam table, keeping the gun trained on Steve. “I didn’t know you were in the military.”

“There’s a lot that the papers won’t print,” Steve scoffed. “So yeah, I have no one anymore. No one I can trust.”

“Man, you’re like the most feared man in this city.”

“And?” Steve asked.

“I cannot believe I am having this conversation with you, but just because one man turned out to be a traitor, doesn’t mean all of them are. I am sure you have some people on your side,” said Sam.

“But how do I know who I can trust?” Steve asked, looking up at Sam through his lashes. He looked small and vulnerable, and it almost made Sam feel bad for him.

“Well, put them to the test. If they pass, you know they’re on your side, but if they fail, then you will know they’re not,” Sam said with a shrug.

“There’s a chance you might be in the wrong line of work, doc,” Steve said with a chuckle. “You’d make a great advisor, and I could pay far more than what you make here.”

“Nah, I love my job. Thanks for the offer, though.” Sam chuckled as well and lowered the gun. “If you’re not going to try to kill me, I can drop you off wherever you need to go.”

“You sure had a change of heart,” Steve teased.

“Well, I don’t know what to do with you and I can’t leave you here so… this is the best I can do for you.” Sam got up from the exam table and pocketed the gun again. “I’ll give it back to you when we get to where you need to go,” he told the mobster. “You’re not gonna try to kill me, are you?” Sam asked again, as he went over to Steve and started to untie the zip ties.

“You saved my life. I owe you now,” Steve told him. “I will do everything in my power to protect you for the rest of my life.”

That took Sam aback. “That’s a bit excessive.”

“That’s how it works in my business,” Steve told him.

Sam helped Steve up once the zip ties came off. He put Steve’s arm around his shoulders and helped him outside. “You smell good.”

Sam looked up at Steve and frowned. “How many times do I have to tell you I’m married?”

“How many times do I have to tell you I don’t care?” Steve smirked at him.

Sam got Steve into the front seat of his car before moving around to the driver’s side and getting in himself. “So where to?”

“Drive, I’ll tell you the address,” Steve replied.

“So what does this mysterious husband of yours do?” Steve asked.

“He’s a bouncer,” Sam replied.

“A bouncer and a doctor, huh?”

“What’s wrong with that?” Sam asked, frowning at the mobster.

“Nothing wrong with it. Just thought you were married to another doctor,” Steve replied. “So, how did you two meet?”

“We met at his bar. It’s a funny story, actually.” Sam smiled at the memory. “I got a little too drunk at the bar and got on top of the bar and danced like it was nobody’s business.”

“Then?” Steve laughed softly

“James came and got me off the bar and carried me outside on his shoulder. When he put me down, gave me his number, and called me a cab.”

“I can’t imagine you dancing on top of a bar,” Steve said, chuckling.

“Neither can I, but it happened,” Sam replied. “And then the next day I called him and went back to the bar. This time, he and I had a couple drinks, and we got to know each other. And the rest, as they say, is history.”

“James sounds like a great guy,” Steve pointed out.

“He is. Loves me more than life itself.”

“As he should,” Steve said, giving Sam a smile.

“You’re flirting again.”

“I can’t help it.” Steve winked at him.

Sam shook his head in return. “What about you? No one special in your life? I mean, we’re always seeing you with a new face every time you step out.”

“There is someone but turns out he’s married,” Steve said, dramatically putting a hand on his chest.

Sam rolled his eyes at Steve’s dramatics and pulled up outside the apartment building whose address Steve had given him. “Are you sure this is the place?” Sam asked, looking through the windshield. “Last I heard, you were living in a hilltop mansion.”

“I just needed a stopover before heading back to my place,” Steve told him. “Can I have my gun back?”

Sam gave him a suspicious look as he took out the gun. “What are you gonna do?”

“Nothing that concerns you. Go home to your husband, Sam.” Steve snatched the gun from Sam’s hand and checked the bullets before stuffing it in his slacks.

“You’re practically held together by duct tape and rubber bands. You’ll kill yourself if you go and do something stupid,” Sam told him.

“Go. Home. Sam.” Steve gritted his teeth and slowly got out of the car before making his way to the apartment building.

***

Sam kept thinking about Steve and what he could be up to all the way home.

“You okay?” Is the first thing Sam’s husband asked when Sam entered their apartment. James was busy reading a book on the sofa and looked up to give Sam a concerned look.

Sam walked over to his husband and took the book out of his hands and settled it aside before climbing onto the couch beside him. There wasn’t much space on it for two men their size and Sam was practically lying on top of James, but he didn’t care right now. He almost died tonight, and he needed his husband to hold him.

James held Sam close and kissed the top of his head. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

“Rough day is all,” Sam replied. It wasn’t a total lie. “Just hold me, please.”

“Whatever you need, baby,” James told him and kissed the top of his head again.

Sam stayed like that, and soon he drifted off to sleep on top of his husband.

***

Bucky’s second phone buzzed on the coffee table and he was eager to pick it up, but with Sam on top of him, he couldn’t move. He moved Sam, so that he was lying on the sofa and then slowly got out of the couch to go pick up his phone.

He took the phone to the bathroom and closed the door behind him before answering it. “Is it done?”

“No. Unfortunately for you,” a familiar voice came from the other side. One Bucky wasn’t expecting. “Yes, I’m alive, Buck.”

“What happened to Rumlow?” Bucky asked.

“It’s not Rumlow you should be concerned about,” said Steve.

Bucky wasn’t one to get scared easily. He and Steve had been rival mob bosses for years. At this point, Steve’s threats had about as much effect on him as baby aspirin on a bullet wound.

“You turned my most trusted man against me,” Steve accused. “I don’t take that kinda thing lightly.”

“It’s not my fault you’ve surrounded yourself with traitors,” Bucky told him. “If I can turn Rumlow, your right-hand man, then imagine who else I can turn against you? You’re not safe in your own home, Stevie.”

“Shut up,” Steve growled.

“I’d watch my back if I were you. You don’t know where the next attack could come from.” Bucky let out a dark chuckle. “Goodbye.” With that, he hung up and the smile died on his lips as he looked at himself in the mirror. Another one of his plans to bring down Steve had failed.

#Sam Wilson #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #SamBucky #Fanfiction #AU #Mob boss #aashnas drabble

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officialbillhader · 2 years

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GOOD NEWS @selkiestars heres your angst after only 6 days!! Soulmate au where person A feels the pain person B is experiencing and vice versa

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When Dennis's appendex almost burst, that's when Mac realized they were soulmates. He had spent a portion of his life thinking he had no soulmate and trying to convince himself that this was a good thing. He reasoned that soulmates weren't always good. Charlie was soulmates with the Waitress, but he made her life miserable, and she reasonably wanted nothing to do with him. They'd be better off with no soulmate. Mac was better off with no soulmate.

But when he was in a lot of pain with no actual cause, he was confused. The pain meds didn't help, eating didn't help, walking around didn't help. It didn't seem bad enough to go to the doctor, but it certainly did keep him home from the bar and laid out on the couch instead.

Until he realized that he hadn't seen Dennis for the day yet and he almost certainly should have seen him by now. It hurt to walk, especially after being still for so long, but he did it anyway to get to Dennis's door and tentatively knock on it. Dennis specifically told him not to come in, so he walked right in.

"Holy shit, dude," he said.

Dennis was sweating and pale and crying and curled into the smallest ball he could possibly curl into. The covers were thrown to the end of the bed, he was gritting his teeth, and it looked like his knuckles had grasped onto the bedsheets and had been there for hours.

Mac's first thought was, Dennis is dying.

Mac's second thought was, Maybe this pain is from his soulmate. Maybe we both have soulmates.

"I need to go to the hospital," Dennis managed.

"I'd say so," Mac responded. "You look like shit."

"My stomach is tearing through my skin."

That didn't make much sense, but Mac understood, because that's almost how it felt for him. Definitely not as bad, though.

"Why did you tell me not to come in when you look like this?" Mac asked, instead of making a move to help him off the bed.

"Not thinking straight. Take me to the fucking hospital."

"Ok, dude, calm down."

Dennis, of course, for good reason, did not calm down. Lugging Dennis out of the apartment, coupled with his own pain that only got worse the more he walked, was not easy, but Dennis's bitching only made it worse. Mac had no doubt that the pain Dennis was feeling was bad enough to make him want to throw up, but he had his own pain as well. He didn't have as much patience as was necessary for this situation.

Luckily, the ER nurses did, and before Mac knew, Dennis was being whisked into the OR. They shouted something about his appendix, how he was minutes from dying, how he needed to be cut open right this instant. All Mac knew was Dennis was about to have an unfortunate scar, and the pain in Mac's stomach was getting almost bad enough for him to think that his appendix needed to be cut out as well.

Until, suddenly, the pain disappeared. It was instant. There one second, gone the next. Mac was relieved to say the least, but also very confused. It only confirmed that the pain was from a soulmate, because he certainly hadn't done anything to relieve the pain, and, even more weirdly, it lined up exactly with Dennis's pain. By now, he'd be under for the emergency surgery, unable to feel the pain, blissfully unaware to the incisions made into his skin. As a byproduct, his soulmate would have no clue either. If one does't feel the pain, neither does the other.

But as perfect a coincidence as it seemed, Dennis couldn't be his soulmate. For one, Dennis was a man and neither of them were gay. For two, they've been together so long that either of them should have noticed by now. For three, it was impossible. Because he said so. He'd know.

Some time passed, a long time probably, and a doctor came out asking for him. He stood up, more nervous than he thought he was, and he was prepared to hear that Dennis was dead, no matter how unlikely that seemed. People just die at hospitals.

"He's not dead," he heard the doctor say, even though, in reality, the words were more about how the surgery went well, he was still under, he was in the recovery room, blah blah blah. "You can come sit with him." And he was beckoned to follow through hallways and hallways until he was placed within a recovery room.

Dennis looked pretty peaceful. His face was relaxed, his skin was flushed pink again, his features were softened. The doctor told him he'd probably be awake within an hour, and Mac took that to heart as he continued to wait and wait.

His brain wandered, though. Wandered to soulmates. If they were soulmates, how could they not know? It had to be impossible. They had been together, almost nonstop, for over ten years and never had Dennis noticed anything, and Mac certainly hadn't.

When Dennis woke, the first thing he did was smile at Mac, and wasn't that a sight for sore eyes. It's not as if Dennis didn't smile, especially for Mac, but after the day they had had, it was nice to know that smiling was still possible.

Dennis was loopy and he was told it was because of the medicine used to put him under, and then add the painkillers on top of that. Despite the surgery, Dennis was in pure bliss.

Dennis demanded that Mac take his hand, and he tried and failed to squeeze it, so Mac made up where he failed. Their hands stayed together, more for Mac's benefit than Dennis's, but it kept the both of them grounded. And with how high Dennis was acting, it was needed. He was loopy at best, out of his mind at worst, and it should have been entertaining, but instead Mac had that nagging feeling in his gut.

Was Dennis the one? Was he there the whole time?

"Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac," Dennis repeated, and Mac managed to ignore him for a couple minutes, but the man wouldn't quit, so Mac snapped and asked him what he wanted. "Did you know I just had surgery?"

"Emergency surgery," Mac responded, and Dennis laughed.

"What the fuck?" he said.

This would be the only time to ask Dennis. If they were soulmates and Dennis knew, this is the only time he'd admit it. Mac clamped harder down on Dennis's hand and ignored the comment Dennis made about his grip.

"Are we soulmates?" he asked, his heart beating out of his chest.

Dennis stared at him for some painfully long moments, then he started laughing. Full body laughs that came and didn't stop, but didn't make sense either, and there was no why they were good for him because he had brand new stitches, so Mac did everything he could to get him to calm down.

Who knew knock out medicine affected him this strongly. He could probably ask Dennis anything right now and he'd answer truthfully.

"Of course we're soulmates, idiot!" Dennis eventually burst, around the same time he snapped his mouth shut and pretended that he wouldn't say anything more.

"What?" Mac whispered.

Were the last fifteen years of his life a waste? Was he holding on to the hope that maybe he did have a soulmate for nothing? Had his soulmate been in front of him this entire fucking time doing nothing? Had Mac really lived with a constant ache in his chest only for Dennis to be the solution?

"Why the fuck wouldn't you tell me?" he almost yelled, and Dennis looked like he was going to match his energy, but then he smiled.

"Because I don't want to be your soulmate," he stated.

Everything around Mac dropped, falling to the floor in pieces, and it was all in a pinhole around his eyes, because he'd been living a lie. Ten years ago. Ten fucking years ago. Dennis knew. And yet--yet he still got drunk with Mac and said, "I don't have a soulmate, you probably don't either. It's easier without one." Then he listened to Mac bitch for hours because of course he has a soulmate. Everyone has a soulmate!

Then, after constant berating by Dennis for a year, he gave up and figured he didn't have one.

He truly was a fucking idiot. He should have known Dennis would do something like this to him and not even care.

He can't imagine knowing your soulmate, making an intertwined life with them, convincing them they didn't have a soulmate, then getting high and revealing it all in one simple sentence.

"I can't believe you, Dennis," he gritted out, trying to jerk his hand away from Dennis. Somehow, Dennis gained the strongest grip he's ever had, and all Mac managed to do was pull Dennis a few inches towards the side of the bed.

"I was scared, Mac!" Dennis admitted. "I realized that I'm so good at hiding pain, you never would notice! You didn't even notice when you broke your arm! Holy shit, that hurt a lot. But it's not my fault that I don't want to be your soulmate. It's not my fault. Please don't go."

Mac didn't have the time or patience to unpack any of that right now, so this time he succeeded in getting his own hand back and he didn't dare look into Dennis's eyes as he stormed out.

He didn't know how to deal with any of this.

#awesomepie3221 #macdennis #ap's fics #iasip #gonna post this as a chapter for the lifetimes fic (the one that hasnt been updated im almost a year lmao)

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orangesunsets12 · 1 year

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Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: Stranger Things

No Romantic Relationships

Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Major Character Injury, Blood and Injury, Kidnapping, Torture, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Vomiting, Headaches and Migraines

Summary: Steve didn't escape the Russians, and they still refuse to believe the truth. Steve has been in a lot of bad situations, but never one like this.

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“Please, please, please, I’m telling the truth, please!”

Steve’s voice was loud but pained as he pleaded with the soldier and doctor who faced him, deadly medical tools seen in the doctor’s hands. He could see another syringe, exactly like before, and more panic rose in his chest.

His arms and chest were bound tightly to a chair, blood seeped from the fresh cut on his forehead and his broken nose. His left eye stung, becoming harder and harder to keep open.

They came closer, cruel grins on their faces, and Steve strained to get away from them.

“No! No more drugs! Please!”

“Will you tell the truth?” The soldier in the fancy suit, who looked like the general, asked, “Or will you tell more lies?”

“I am telling the truth! I work at Scoops Ahoy! And didn’t you inject me with that stupid stuff already?”

“Your little escape attempt with your friend Dustin made the serum wear off. We were lucky to find you before you could get away. We don’t like liars, you see.”

Steve felt tears burn behind his eyes as he remembered how close he was to escaping. They were in the mall, just out of the movie theater. He had talked to Robin, and vomited up everything in his stomach, and they were just out the doors.

But, it turned out, running with an injured eye, a possible concussion, and the last bits of drugs in his system wasn’t a good idea. His feet gave out, and no one was fast enough to catch him before the soldiers did. And, he got a bad cut on the head once he was captured, too. He wasn’t having much fun. But, it was just him. Robin couldn’t get hurt. Dustin or Erica couldn’t, either.

At least they were safe. For now.

He watched as the doctor, holding that deadly injection device with the drugs waiting to be inserted into his weak body, approached him.

“Stay still, or this will be more painful than it was the last time. And, you don’t have your girlfriend to protect you now.”

Steve fought harder against the bonds, his body throbbing with every movement, but he wouldn’t let them hurt him again. Why couldn’t they understand? They already know what they need to know! And who would think that, in his sailors costume, he would work for a government or police service?

This wasn’t fair.

Please don’t. Please. Please.

Please.

Steve felt a hard fist slam into his stomach, and he coughed, his uninjured eye wide with pain and shock. His vision started going dark, and a large, callused hand gripped his chin, tilting his head up. He watched as the general stared at him, his fingers digging into his bloodied skin and the wounds that littered it.

He began to sob, closing his eyes and hoping, wishing, that all of this would stop, that he could go home, and that everything would stop hurting.

It only got worse.

He screamed in agony as he felt the needle go into his neck, sharp, blinding, and cold. His eyes were pried open, but he couldn’t see anything but the bright lights going blurry.

“Inject him again, we need the truth.” The man said, and Steve groaned, helpless to what was about to happen again. His eyes drooped closed as soon as they could once more, and he was barely aware of the needle that was injected into his neck, the hands moving from his face and to his hair, holding him up from the locks that looked a lot better earlier.

“Who do you work for?”

“I一Scoops一”

“Lies!”

A sharp slap on the cheek made Steve cough, his head dipping to the floor as soon as he was let go. Blood dripped from his mouth and down his chin, making his outfit even more dirty than it was.

“Scoop…ice cream.” Steve mumbled, spitting on the floor, and howled in anguish when another punch landed on his eye, his chin, and his stomach once more.

“Please, no more!” He begged, pleading for it to stop. “Make it stop! Please make it stop!”

“Filthy American.” The man said with a laugh, and Steve heard as he walked away, the doctor following him. He couldn’t find anything in him that would be relieved, despite him getting what he wanted. Steve didn’t know what to think about that.

He let himself fall into silence, wanting to save his strength for when he escaped. His whole entire body hurt, but he started to feel a bit…funnier. More talkative. It sort of reminded him of something, but he couldn’t remember what.

“How many scoops do you want? Three?” He said to the floor, chuckling. He found himself smiling. The Russians would never believe him, believe the truth, his job was pathetic. He was pathetic.

Steve willed himself to lift his head and rest it against the back of the chair, half expecting to feel Robin behind him. But he didn’t. And that was pretty funny too.

“I’m all alone, sitting in a gray box. Best time of my life.”

It didn’t take long for his hands to start shaking, the tremors catching his eye and making him smile.

“That’s not supposed to happen, is it?”

He didn’t know how long he sat in that chair, entertaining himself with his jokes and smiles, but it didn’t feel like any time at all until the man came back in, seemingly more calm than he was before.

“How are you feeling, my friend?”

“Amazing.” Steve said with a laugh, “How long will I be scooping ice cream for? Is my shift ending any time soon?”

The older man smiled. “If you cooperate, maybe you can get out of here faster than when you were scheduled.”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Alright. Where and who are your parents? What’s your full name?”

“My parents? I don’t know, I don’t talk to them.” Another giggle. “They don’t care about me at all.”

The general didn’t flinch. “Oh?”

“Nah, dude. I haven’t seen them in years.”

“Then, what is your name?”

“Steven Connor Harrington. I jus’ go by Steve.”

“Good. Now, Steve, what do you know about this operation?”

Steve looked around as if he hadn’t been in the room before. “It’s…shiny. A bit bright, though”

“What do you know about the gate?”

Steve opened his mouth to reply, a smart remark already on his tongue, but an alarm started blaring, and the man rushed out of the room, leaving Steve alone once again.

“Bye!” Steve yelled after him, a huge smile on his face. But the smile disappeared as soon as it came, shivers wracking his frail body. He gulped, closing his eyes as he shook. His stomach decided it was time to learn how to do cartwheels, too, and Steve was so sure that he was going to puke.

It was like he was on a rollercoaster. Rollercoasaters were fun. They didn’t usually give him huge headaches, though. He had a huge headache right now. How long had he had it for? Was he born with his head hurting like this?

The pain in his head grew worse, and he groaned. Without thinking he leaned over to the floor, dry-heaving, willing the sickness in his stomach to go away. His lunch made an appearance, and maybe his breakfast, too, but that didn’t make him feel any better. He wouldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop hurting, couldn’t feel better.

He didn’t even realize that he blacked out until he felt someone shaking his shoulder. He could smell a whiff of vomit mixed with blood, but he didn’t have the strength to clean it up, or even get out of the chair.

“Kid! Are you with me?” The voice was familiar, but he couldn’t place it. Was it his dad? Had he finally come back to take care of him? Was his mom here, too? Maybe she could help him. They both could.

“M’head hurts” Steve mumbled, his throat dry, and he felt a gentle but rough hand gently grab his neck, holding his head upright. Steve didn’t even realize that it fell back down to the chair.

Wait. Wasn’t Robin there with him? Where was she? Did they take her?

“Rob’n. Where’s Rob’n?”

He opened his eyes, the world spinning in nauseating circles, but he could barely make out Hopper kneeling in front of him, the older man’s face the definition of worry.

“Steve. Robin’s okay. She’s safe, they all are. But, we need to get you out of here.”

“I don’t think一I一”

“You can do it, I’ll help you. Your bonds are already untied, all we have to do is get you to your feet. Can you do that?”

Steve glanced down at his bonds weakly, which were on the floor, cut.

“Oh.”

“Steve一”

“I was actually having fun.” He blurted out, and Hopper looked even more concerned. “I was also working at Scoops Ahoy, because that’s where I work. M’right, right?”

“Yeah, you work at that ice cream place, but let’s not focus on that, okay?”

Steve groaned as Hopper lifted him up, his wounds and injuries protesting at the movement. Hopper carried him bridal style out of the building and into the hallways. He let his eyes drift close, his grip on reality releasing with every step Jim took. He could feel other hands touch him, worried tones echoing above and below him, and he couldn’t help but listen.

He soon felt a soft surface under him, soft hands carding through his hair, and he melted into the embrace, a pathetic whine emerging from his throat.

“Honey, honey, it’s okay, you’re okay…”

“You’re going to be okay, dude, you’re one of the best fighters I’ve seen. Even though you’ve lost a lot of fights, you’re not so bad at it.”

“Stay with us, Dignus.”

A smaller hand grabbed his own, and Steve squeezed it as hard as he could, not sure who it was or what was going on. He might’ve still been in the room, or at Scoops Ahoy, or still with the needle pressed into his skin, but at least he wasn’t alone.

Something told him that he was never alone.

#first time posting a fic on tumblr #not sure if im doing it right #steve harrington #stranger things fanfic author #stranger things fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #hurt steve harrington #steve and dustin #steve and robin #jim hopper #steve stranger things #dustin henderson #joyce byers #robin buckley

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casspurrjoybell-24 · 13 days

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My Unwanted Mate - Chapter 14 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

Nathan Briar

Tatum must hate me now.

My twin sat in the chair beside the bed, his eyes falling on everything but me.

I continued to stare at him but said nothing.

His eyes were red from crying, his tears now dry on his pale cheeks.

I did not cry... I could not cry.

I was not sad, only relieved.

Maybe that made it worse.

Maybe that made me a horrible wolf.

I should feel bad for killing my own unborn pup.

I knew that others would expect that.

It would be a lie though.

I could only feel content knowing that Alpha Malore would never get a pup from me.

I made sure of it.

The doctor had confirmed it, had said there was too much damage.

My body had tried healing itself before they could do anything to prevent it.

They had to cut me back open to clean out the womb so there would be no risk of infection.

I don't remember any of it.

They had sedated me as soon as they understood what had happened.

There was only the stitched-together skin as proof of my success.

Tatum had listened to the doctors explain this with tears in his eyes the whole time.

He broke down as soon as the door shut behind them.

And now he will not look at me.

He hates me.

My fingers drifted down to the thick bandage taped across my stomach.

The healing will be even slower now because they cut me open over the already damaged skin.

I wondered when the Alpha would come.

He will kill me now.

I'm sure of it.

I served no purpose, not anymore.

I clawed his heir out of me.

It was surprising I had lived this long.

Hours or days later, I did not know.

Where was our Momma?

She had been there, her and Calvin too.

I remembered fighting the male as he picked me up and carried me to the infirmary when the doctor took too long to come.

He was not supposed to touch me, I had made him swear not to.

He did not care that he broke that promise so soon after making it.

It did not matter anyway.

The male had stormed off as soon as I was passed over to the doctors.

I laid my hand on the bed, palm up, hoping Tatum would take it.

He ignored it.

Exhausted, my vision blurred as I continued to stare at my twin.

I was already succumbing to sleep, the pain medicine dripping from the IV taking effect.

I did not feel his hand finally take mine before I fell asleep.

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"He turned himself over to the council without a fight. They've already called for a meeting with the Alpha, a vote will be made."

I kept my eyes shut, feigning sleep as I listened to our Momma talk with Tatum.

"There is no solid proof to justify him killing your Alpha."

Alpha Malore is dead?

And I was not there to witness it?

A pity but a blessing still.

We were free of that male for good.

He could not hurt Tatum anymore.

My heart felt lighter.

He could not kill me.

"No solid proof? Nathan had been locked in the closet."

Tatum was angry... I could hear him pacing the length of the room.

Not many things could get him so worked up.

"It's not enough, pup, our Alphas are allowed to punish us however they see fit. Some would even say it was too light a punishment."

Tatum scoffed.

"That's bullshit."

I fought my smile at hearing sweet Tatum curse.

"It's for the Alphas to decide."

"Fuck the Alphas," Tatum growled, storming out of the room with our Momma following close behind, trying to explain a way of life that the world had outgrown.

With my eyes still shut my tired mind drifted again to sleep.

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smemento · 2 years

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Hello ! Mind if I request Michael , Herman , frank , and Danny falling in love with the new survivor ? It could be a first look thing or an action she did / comment she made that made them just 😳

Slashers Being in Awe (/Falling in Love) with the New Survivor.

Content Tag(s): Weird, Violence (Ofc), (Horror), Suggestive. Be wary because these guys are all really odd in this. Especially because you got their attention. :)

(Would you call this like... yandare behavior? I don’t know much about that ahaha. )

Paring(s): (The Shape) Michael Myers || (The Doctor) Herman Carter || (The Legion) Frank Morrison || (The Ghostface) Danny Johnson (x GN!Reader, Separately)

((Reader is pretty badass in this imo))

A/N: Hello hello! Thank you for this request <3! I actually had a lot of fun writing this as I got to write these Slashers more in character!,,, I hope you, along with everyone else enjoys this! (I hope no one minds me writing the reader as GN, pronouns weren’t really used in this writing anyway so :,))

SLASHERS.

Michael Myers. “Gnaw.”

The smell of wood had poisoned your nostrils, causing you to wake up with a rough start of coughs and an itchy nose. It took a while to get fully comfortable with yourself, only processing that you were in some weird- barn. (Coldwin Farm).

Despite always believing you should never explore a place you don’t know, you allowed yourself to walk about. Your shoes shuffling against the ‘loud’ ground as your hands graze around, feeling as if your feet would give out from this tension building in your chest.

It was a feeling that resembled the hearing of bad news, where your throat tightened and your heart sunk to your stomach... The feeling becoming horridly venomous as you entered this field. The wheat scratching against parts of your skin and face

That feeling pissed you off and made you pause to itch at your face with frustration, feeling like some sort of dog with a sudden itch to your ear.

That comparison only fitting whilst you instinctively perk up at a noise. Your chin raising a bit as your head turned to the sound, just to get a better listen... It was a second of you glancing over your shoulder when you caught a glimpse of-... it. That being a pair of voids staring at you, contrasted by the pale face that was paired with it.

Still not gathering that you were not- in fact in the ‘normal realm,’ you felt... anger bubble through your body. Boiling within moments of being put on heat as you turn, glaring at the mask.

“What the hell are you staring at?”

The snappy tone was louder then you expected. But you didn’t care. Your jaw clenching to a point you thought you would bare your teeth like an animal. The opposing person didn’t seem to react to your tone. At least that’s what you thought.

Michael was truthfully taken aback by this scrawny humans tone to him... It made him feel as if he was being challenged to a fight of dominance. (Which he was.) And the way they just stood there, glaring at him with those violent eyes.

It pissed him off.

He took it upon himself to make the first move, his hand sweeping in the air to collide with their throat. His fingers sliding around it and lifting them into the air, showing their form off to the sun to get a better look of those animalistic eyes.

Michael didn’t even know what was happening even as he watched their mouth open further, their chin slipping from his usual firm grip to lower and-

bite.

A muffled noise of agony left him as he dropped them, pulling his hand back to focus on his palm... His eyes widening to see what had happened to him.

... Little shapes of teeth had marked his hand, the fangs of their teeth cutting into his skin a bit and causing him to bleed... The survivor bit him... They BIT him. They drew blood from it... They weren’t scared of being rough (aggressive to survive.)...

The sight of his hand even slightly mangled made his breathing heave and his chest tighten as he frantically looks around for the little thing. This was excitement. This was the feeling he got when he got to play with his obsessions at the endgame. But it was even more intoxicating. Even more EXCITING.

If he wasn’t the way he is, he would probably be manically laughing as he started chasing after those scratch marks. Chasing after his new favorite thing. You.

Needless to say, even with being given different obsessions during trials with you, he’d make it a point to have a good chase during your trials. All the survivors noticed that he had grown something towards you as you run through the place with him on your tail. (As he got faster when doing chases with you.) They knew he could easily swing at your back and knock you to the ground in half of your chases, but he didn’t.

They also noticed how heavy his breathing had gotten, he would always be louder the moment he started stalking you. That being your cue to get a head start and begin the long chase of cat and mouse... He hasn’t been able to get his hands on you since the day you met, as it feels as if his body is restricting him from doing so. Or your simply just too slippery for him to catch, he even becoming a little wary with how to reach out to you as he knows you won’t hesitate to bite...

The day he gets his hands on you though.

Whether it be by luck or his own will power. Who knows what’ll happen... Michael has thought about it but oh, there is so many possibilities. So... so many...

Herman Carter. “Chills.”

You’ve hated doctors since you were a child. They were creepy and all... pretty weird. At least in your experience. They just had that weird stuff going on with them, the big reason you stopped visiting any type of doctor when you actually had your own freedom to do so.

That being said, it was completely understandable with the amount of fear you felt waking up in some sort of medical facility type of place. It made you feel disgusted to even wake up in one of the beds and you gave yourself a sort of pat down when you stood up.

You ended up encountering this random machine in a hall, it was slightly moving and sparking. Something was urging you to- fix (?) it. The fabric of your attire pulling to your palms as you reach into into the machine, turning your face away to avoid the sparks hitting your face as you turn some stuff around.

You messed up more times then you’d like to count and it three of the nobs had started squeaking by the time you removed your hands to review the damage. The flesh being sore and sensitive and truthfully just unbearable as you tried to find a way to ease the pain.

It was random when you were suddenly being chased by a glowy eyed creep.

Herman stumbled upon you by pure accident. He was actually on the hunt for that loud witch, as her screams of pain were getting a bit too annoying for his liking. As much as he enjoys putting others in pain, he doesn’t like their screams echoing through his halls and disorienting him of where they were exactly, and those stupid blue totems.

Why was she even touching his totems anyway?! He spent a lot of time to get those precious things that makes sure he has a great run. After all he had moried one of them (David) and had another bleeding out on hook right now (Felix).

Walking down a hall with another shock of his palm, a scream filled the air and he had turned the corner. Seeing the unfamiliar human experiencing his lovely shocks. And by the looks of it, they never experienced this before. Herman would’ve probably been able to get closer to his new specimen for a better look if he didn’t allow his laughter to come out and alert them.

The chase was pretty fun. The sounds of those annoying and repeatable screams being covered and repainted by these new ones. He didn’t even notice the crows alerting him of the unhooking of Felix. Too enthralled by running this round about and charging up his shock to listen to the pitches of their screams. On how which velocity would change the pitch more then the other, or which one hurt them more as some have a high tolerance for his super charged shocks.

But every single shock made a different noise. Nothing was the same. None of your screams were the same. It was amazing to the doctor. How one specimen could make so many noises and still sound different each ‘test.’

He finally allowed himself to catch up to you, cornering you to be able to tower over you. Allowing his eyes to scan over everything that he could pick from you and your tired person. Herman was needled to say very shocked (pun intended) when a force hit his chest. Light tingles of unfamiliar but familiar bolts being sent lightly through his chest. It made his back muscles tremble with a light laugh.

He got shocked by you, formed by the sleeves of your wool sweater.

The chills that was sent through him made him feel weird. No survivor has ever tried to shock him, nonetheless make a little ‘defib’ with their own attire to try to make him back off.

“Do it again.”

He cackled down at the survivor. It was such a small feeling. But it felt like an after effect of lightning and thunder. The bolts of lightening that flashed through his body then screamed in thunder. He NEEDED to know how you did it. How a surviovr like yourself found such a easy mechanism to bring him in this odd state. How. How how.

Felix and Mikaela had came to your rescue after they patched each other up at one of the blessed totems. They met to see you being corned by the Doctor, his large hand holding your wrists to force your hands against his chest. You looked like you were about to cry any second.

Felix was luckily able to drop down a flashbang without the doctor noticing and drag you out the moment it blinded him. He was very greatful that Leon taught him how to make those things for moments like these. (Not like this really, as no one would expect the doctor to corner someone like that and not beat them down for a easy mori/hook.) --The three of you escaped with adrenaline rushing through you. The doctors shocks hitting the heels of your feet and making goosebumps shrill through your body. But neither of them stopped, nor let you go until you escaped.

Needless to say, everyone learned that YOU needed to be kept away from the doctor around the third trial you had with him. You were thrown in with Dwight, Claudette, and David this time around. That creep was quick to shock everyone to get them insane before dropping into a chase with you... As Herman knew it’d get annoying if they kept ruining his moment of his high if they tried to take his hits (even though he calculated his swings to miss.) David tended to be the first to become sane again quite often during that trial though and suddenly swoop you out of the chase to a sharp turn or Dead Hard past the doctor. (...You were very apologetic when you could only watch David get moried by the doc...)

Frank Morrison. “Uppercut.”

There was no second for you to process anything before you were being chased by this weird running and masked person. You were hurtling over windows and these- weirdly made pallets. This made you feel like a gazelle, jumping about as a hungry lion roared behind it.

After running what felt like miles, seeing some unfamiliar faces peeking around some random places covered in blood and whatnot. You grew exhausted and jumped your last window with a heavy stumble. The chaser had taken a round route for some reason but it didn’t matter, as he was gonna get a good slash if you didn’t move...

Which, your instincts took over.

Fight or flight.

You chose to fight.

Your first swinging in an upward motion to connect to the quickly approaching jaw.

Frank didn’t know what happened, nor did the other survivors. (Meg, Bill, Jill.)

You had uppercut-ted the slasher and successfully knocked out the speedy devil. That seemed to had been the only power you had left in yourself too as you fell to the ground after him, back thrashing against the wood as you sharply gasp for breath.

The survivors, despite being shocked knew it’d be best to get everyone out there as quickly as possible. As even if it knocked him out, it’d only leave him like that for so long... Who knows how angry he’ll be when he wakes up and processes what happens too.

Jill was the one to be teamed up with you as the other two split up to work on a gen as well. The woman had said she would protect you as you gain your energy back (if possible) after that good chase. It was quite obvious you were struggling to even understand her as you were using the generator as a form of support as you catch your breath.

-It was a good six, calm minutes before Frank woke up though and a familiar yell of BIll echoed through the field. Frank seemed to have been yelling too, screaming something along the lines of “GET OUT THE WAY OLD MAN,” “WHERE ARE THEY?!” Or - something like that... (It was totally something like that.)

Of course was Frank was boiling from being knocked out (molly wopped) by someone in his long history of being a killer. Yes, people fought back but god damn no one ever hit him that hard and crushed his dreams so quickly. It honestly crushed his ego. (But he also thought it was really cool when he was able to calm down. Like?? God damn, hit him again- just not as hard so he can cherish the feeling.)

Frank honestly talked about it to the others. Even if its generally embarrassing to be hit, but practically get your ass handed to by a new survivor, its something he can boast about. It just means it’ll be a fun thing to deal with for everyone. At least in his opinion (and many others.) As its always fun to actually have a fight with someone other then David or possibly Ash.

...Frank kinda gets heart eyes with you though. Its cool to have someone that can stand up for themselves while being chased.

Danny Johnson. “Your It.”

Would you really ever see yourself playing hide and seek with some murderer. No. Were you currently doing that right now? Yes. And you wren’t ashamed of it, as it was obvious he was having trouble pinpointing where you were.

He got in chase with you a couple minutes of you waking up, it was an exciting one, he really loves moring new people. You had a cute face too, it’d be the main piece of his shrines. Danny had so many plans of the different photos he could get of you upon first meeting once he get his hands on you...

That was until you disappeared around a corner and he couldn’t find you anywhere. The crows weren’t being a big help either. As they’d call him around a corner and nothing was there. No scratch marks, no ruined totem, no survivor. No You. Nothing. So he stopped crouching and stalking around to actually just speed walk everywhere. His head on a swivel.

Danny could practically feel his heart stop as arms wrapped around him, meeting a reflection of glass to see the figure he was hunting down. A sly smile painted on their lips as they also looked in the reflection.

“Oh no, Mr. Ghostface... Don’t kill me, I want to be in the sequel.”

Ah. No wonder you were messing with him... You knew who he was. And you obviously thought of something of him. (You obviously have some sort of.... never mind I’m not gonna point out the obvious >_>.)

So, instead of being like the rest of when they first were thrown into a trial with a killer. Run away and survive. You wanted to actually play a game with him. Show him that you could get away from him as much as you want but also sneak up on him, a skill hes worked on for years of his life. In and out of this realm... You’re showing off.

Good.

He didn’t want his sudden liking to you to be for nothing and you end up being boring.

Danny allowed you to have your fun with him in your arms, he could easily overpower you right now, even without the boost of the entity, But he didn’t. He wants to cherish this moment and mentally picture it whenever he wishes as solid as it is in this moment.

“Then you better start running... I’ll even give you a head start, sweetheart.”

The star Ghostface had a lovely smile under that mask as you were quick to slip away. Taking your warmth with you and disappearing as easily as he does when hes stalking his victims. He knew you didn’t need a headstart, it’d just put him more of a disadvantage. But hey... He loves games. Especially with ones he now NEEDS photos of.

(Ion think I gotta say much for this one. :D *dances away.*)

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