#Alright I got grazed by a bullet but it still counts

[tobbotobbs]

Hello, hope you are having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request a Ghost x Male reader where reader isn't one to think of themself or their own needs, they are very self sacrificing. Reader has always hid the darker parts of them away from view projecting a strong, calm, sturdy person. Reader also wants to be Ghost rock give the man everything, but reader has been keeping secrets like the cause of the nightmares he has.

You can only be strong for so long before you crumble

Hey thank you so much for this precious request, I love it! Hope you like it!

Warnings: Talking about death, mentions of selfharm and suicide/suicidal thoughts, parental abuse (mentally and physically)

There were many times where the team of 141 could count blindly on on Y/n. He was their best friend, their loyal colleague, a good soldier and most importantly someoke the could always count on. It didn't matter what the problem was, Y/n was always ready to help or give some advice. They all took it for granted, it was by now a normal thing in the task force. Nobody wondered or asked if he needed some help or advice or just wanted to talk because Y/n always seemed so confident and strong. So sure about anything and everything in his life that everyone stopped the slightest doubt about him feeling alright whenever it started to bloom up their mind.

Of course there is no such thing as always feeling alright and never needing help. And Y/n knew that perfectly well. He was just a professional in hiding his feelings from the others, from anyone that wasn't his pillow in the middle of the night in his barracks. He felr like he wasn't allowed to feel such emotions. Back in his teenager days, his parents made perfectly clear that he wasn't to fuss about other emotions or feelings than confidence and that he rather keep his thoughts about how he felt to himself as to not bother anyone with his problems. Because that's what you do as a good person. You help others with their problems but you keep yours away from the surface to not seem selfish or mean.

It's been years since he really talked about how he felt with anyone other than his own mind in the small room on the base he called his home. Of course they need to talk to Price or Laswell regularly to check of they are still capable of doing their work but it's never personal and intensive talking. They won't check the roots of the problem or the reasons as why a soldier sometimes would go all quiet while eating at lunch or why they would spend their time alone in their room. And like said before, Y/n was very good at lying about his feelings and personal life. He also seemed to be doing so well that sometimes on missions when he would get hit he looked like he was actually totally fine even if he was hurting, all calm and reassuring. Soap and Gaz always wondered how he did it. How he hid it so well because when they got hit or hurt themself on small things they would be whining and breathing heavily and looking as if they're dying in that moment.

Y/n was strong, calm and confident. That chabges though when a specific skull mask wearing brit was in danger or would show some kind of hurting emotion. Then he was all gone. Ghost is on a building keeping his eyes on Soap through his rifle and not noticing the man trying to ambush him? Y/n would be standing behind them in mere seconds, slashing their throats before they can even reach his brit. Gaz and Price would be firing their guns while him and Soap were trying to get to Ghost who was shot on mission in the field? Suddenly he didn't care that was actually mortal and could die from bullets, his legs carried him through the gunfire and to his hurt lover who just had a grazing wound on his leg by getting shot.

One time, it was after a week long stealth mission, Ghost sat silently outside on the grass while looking up at the nearly complete black sky. Y/n had walked out of the building to take a quick smoke because the whole mission got on gis nerves pretty bad. He had to leave the mask wearing man behind for 2 days after getting ambushed. It was the worst time for him and now Ghost wouldn't look at him but when he fpund him outside he sat beside the lieutenant on the freshly cut grass. ,,Gho-" ,,Simon. Call me Simon", he had said to the h/c man. His voice uncommonly soft. In that night Simon had confessed to Y/n that he had felt scared for the first time on a mission after the h/c had to leave him on the field.

Y/n had felt so bad he swore to himself to never leave the others side again and always try to be there for him. It made him feel even more bad and selfish whenever he felt bad or got the nagging thoughts of telling someone how he felt, especially when he wantes to talk to Simon about how he felt. He felt so bad whenever that he tried to punish himself with doing more and more work for anyone of his team to convince himself he wasn't selfish and bad because he still did help others. This obviously did confuse Ghost a little sometimes when his lover got a sudden outburst of needing to help someone even if there wasn't anything he could do for someone because there was no need for help. But it wasn't that concerning because they all knew how Y/n was at times.

When the whole teams expectations changed on another mission, it was a very surprising and shocking moment for everyone. Y/n had been told to clear out a house in a city while the others did the same to a few other buildings. It had something to do with a cartel and it was just regular procedure for everyone. Walk in, clear every room, take informations with them, walk out and leave. Though when the h/c had entered the second room of the house, a bedroom of a teenager at the looks of all the band posters and school work stuff on the desk, his whole world came crashing down on him. There on the side on the floor next to the bed was a body. Nothing special, they had seen enough dead bodies in this job, but this was the lifeless body of a young girl, probably the owner of this bedroom. And she wasn't killed like other humans he had seen, no she had cuts along her wrists. It made Y/n stop in his tracks for a few seconds before he started to look around the room and go through the stuff on the desk.

It made him feel bad but he had to check everything to not miss anything. At a small little piece of paper that looked as if it has seen better days before, the sergeant stopped to take a closer look. It was very crinkled and had a lot of water damaging on it, probably from tears. When reading the text on it, it was soon clear this piece of paper should've been read by the parents rather than him. It was an apology for all the times this poor girl had failed them and selfishly only cared about her feelings and situation than the problems of others. Her guilt ate her up from the inside out and she couldn't take the disappointment of her parents anymore. She was sorry for only carung about herself instead of others. This all reminded him of himself when he was young. He had those thoughts as well- still has them at times. They weren't nice, they were terrifying and bad but he knew not to bother anyone about them. Just like this girl.

,,n?....Y/n? Y/n do you copy?!", the distraught voice of his boyfriend spoke through the radio. For a second he forgot they were on a mission. ,,Y-Yes! Yes copy. Sorry guys, been searching through this room", ,,Alright, Y/n I'm done with my building- I'll come over and help you", ,,Got it Ghost", their conversation was cut off and Y/n tried his best to keep his calmness. A few minutes later Simon was standing in the same room as him, being shocked at the sight in front of him but letting his emotions show not like his boyfriend. A quiet broken sob escaped Simon at the sight. This poor girl was so young- why would she do this? And why didn't her parents find her? Did she had the same bad parents like his dad? Simon's thought's were making him even sadder but the warm embrace of Y/n calmed that river of negative emotions. ,,It's alright love, I'm here. Let's get going and look for the missing information yeah?", they both went on with the mission, but this wouldn't be the last time one of them would think about this poor girl.

The chopper went down and Price turned it off. They were back in the base, it was getting dark outside already, everyone was tired from the mission which went surprisingly successful and everyone had been getting impatient on the flight back to the base. The second the soldiers got the okay from their captain to safely leave the aircraft, they were all gone. Gaz, Y/n and Price made their way to the kitchen, hungry after all those hours out on the field meanwhile Ghost went to the barracks to shower and Soap also went back to his room, but probably to fall asleep the second he hit his bed instead of showering or doing anything productive 'cause he was the most tired and exhausted out of them all today. Back in the kitchen, Y/n stood in front of the oven, waiting for their food to be done meanwhile Gaz took out some plates and forks for the three of them.

It was in the middle of the night, everyone finally went to sleep and get some rest, when Y/n woke up from a terrible dream. It wasn't really a nightmare mire like an old memory that his mind was replaying. He was 9 again, young and still happy and coming home from school with his math test. He got a good grade and he wanted to show his mother and see how proud she'd be of him for achieving this. When he got home his mother was angry with him. He should help her clean the house instead of wasting time with showing her some stupid test he achieved for once. When he started crying about how it was a good test and he tried really hard his mothers hand flew and struck him across the face. ,,Don't be so ungrateful and stop with the disrespectful behavior of yours!" She had screamed at him. It scared the shit out of the young boy and he really just wanted to get away from his own mother. Just like the teen girl did. Only that he wasn't as brave to go through with hus plan.

Y/n never noticed how his hands shook and how he made subtle hurt noises that woke his boyfriend up until Simon slowly sat up next to him and carefully put his arms around the shaking man. ,,Love is....are you alright? I've never seen you like...like this. Baby?", ,,Oh my- Simon just-just go back to sleep it's fine I don't know what happened- actually I'm feeling okay let's get back to-", ,,No, no you're not fine Y/n. You're crying and shaking what...was it the mission? It's because of that little girl isn't it? It's okay Love, I've been thinking about her as well I-", ,,It's....I'm not thinking of her....particularly. I was...I....she reminded me of me....I was dreaming of something that happened back when I was younger it....I'm sorry it's alright it doesn't matter. Are you okay though? You didn't tell me that it bothered you so much, the girl i mean!", ,,My love is....why are you trying so desperately to change the subject from your feelings to mine? I want to check on you and see if you are alright so why are you pushing me away?",

He thought for a second and was confused. Why did Simon want to kniw hiw he felt? That's selfish of him. Did the blonde man want him to be mean and selfish? They never talked about him so why now? Ot didn't make any sense maybe he just waited for Y/n ti finally snap and talk about his feelings just to have a reason to yell at him and call him a bad person...

,,Hey, I can basically hear your thoughts going a mile a minute baby. I care about you. We all do. And we all know that you don't really talk about yourself, which makes me worry because I know you're not alright sometimes but now I can see and I really want to make you feel better. I am worried about you Love", the blondes soft deep voice spoke into the darkness of them quiet room. ,,But...but that's selfish of me. I don't wanna be a bad person Si....talking about my feelings and thoughts makes me a bad person because I only care about myself and-" Y/n was stopped by two soft lips. His boyfriend couldn't hear the awful words coming out of Y/n's mouth so he put an end to it by kissing his love and showing him with the passionate force how much he cared and wanted to help him. He backed away, a small smile tugging on Simons lips as he spoke again. ,,Now please tell me what's bothering you my Love and let me, let us finally give something to you, let us help you yeah?"

Sorry it took me so long to post something! Was having a stressful week and again having another stressful one! Life sucks man, hope I get some free time pretty soon because I wanna try to write for something knew and I already got ideas kind of I just...need time for it!

See yall next time <3

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[grave-z-boy]

arthur morgan x male reader where reader joins the gang and finds comfort in arthur and at one point gets hurt away from camp and arthur finds them and helps them they camp out at night since it was too dark to go back to camp, and reader and arthur drink and reader drunkenly confessed and there’s some kissing? sorry this is long lmfao. i like ur writing!!

Arthur Morgan x male!reader

Summary: in the months since you've joined Dutch’s gang, you befriended Arthur Morgan, when you can't get ahold on your feelings you start avoiding the man like the plague .

Word count: 2,609

Warning: hunting, guns, mentions of skinning a dear, reader sees a dead dear, reader gets shot, alcohol, reader (and Arthur) get drunk, bugs, period typical (internalized) homophobia, Arthur thinks reader is dying, hozier reference

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“Mr. Morgan.” You muttered with a tip of your hat.

Arthur has strode up next to you on his horse, finally back from his days long expedition, just when you were getting ready to leave on yours.

You’d joined the gang not too many months back. You’re parents had been outlaws way back when, and friends of Dutch- they were able to get out of that business early on, settle down, only to be pulled back in while doing a little favor for Dutch and the boys. They lost their lives doing the “little favor”. Years later you still try not to think too hard on it.

Being outlaws, the others weren’t all too welcoming to a new, strange man joining the gang, even if Dutch had vouched for you. You didn’t mind, they would have their own opinions of you until they rolled over and died and there wasn’t much you could do about it. You did, somehow, manage to befriend Arthur. Well, “befriend” might be a bit strong, but he was friendly enough with you. Friendly enough for you to- without meaning to- gain a sort of attraction to the man.

You figured you could just shove it down as far as you could, appreciate the little kindness the man did you, and make it enough. It wasn’t, you wanted more from him and you weren’t supposed to. The comfort you felt around the man dried up like an old well and the relationship you were building had come to a standstill. Your interactions have gone from friendly stories around a fire and taking on the town together, to short, stiff nods as you left- or as he left. You made it a point to leave whenever he came back from one of his trips- nearly jumping to your feet and running to your horse when you heard him coming.

“Where ya headed?” He asked, not looking at you, but instead down at the mane of his horse.

“Hunting…”

He hummed, “Want me to come along?”

Yes.

“No, I'll be alright, ‘m only gonna be out there for a couple of hours, and you just got back, you should get some rest.”

With a short sigh, Arthur dismounted his horse. Shooting you one last glance before saying, “Be careful out there, Y/n.”

“Will do, Arthur.”

—————

Your lungs burned as you rested against a thick tree, hunting rifle in hand, you free had clutched the leaking wound on your side. It was just a graze, you could tell without even looking at it, a grave that only oozed blood due to the fact that you took off running the second it happened.

You were maybe 5 feet away from a deer, so close you could grab the damn thing and slit its throat if you wanted to. But you didn’t, not yet, you just wanted to look at it for now. It had been shot before, a shot you were shocked it survived, straight through its stomach, blood dried around the creature's wound. The deer walked with a limp, and let out a pained noise every time it moved. Big, pitch-black eyes stared into yours, and all thoughts of killing the animal left your mind.

Then you heard a gun fire. The deer ran off, and you’d been knocked to the ground. The bullet gets maybe an inch into your skin, and exits a second later. Grabbing your riffle you took off as fast as you could.

Which leads you to where you are now, back at the little camp you’d made for yourself. The hunter- as godawful of a shot he was, was long gone, you watched him leave, the hide of the dear tossed over his horse's back. You wanted to leave, head back to camp and get patched up, and pretend like tonight hadn’t happened, like everything was normal and fine. You pushed yourself up on the tree, the uneven bark chipping and leaving little wood fragments on your hand, using the rapidly drying blood as an adhesive. your side throbbed painfully, the blood leaving a mark on the light colored tree.

With a groan you turned towards your horse, only for her to drop to the ground, letting out a neigh, which you decided was her way of telling you that she wasn't going to let you ride her covered in blood- or that she was tired.

“You ass.” You muttered.

She seemingly sunk deeper into herself, getting comfortable.

Dropping back down to the floor and resting your head against the tree with a groan.

It took you longer than ever to collect dry wood for a fire. Bending down felt like hell and you considered for a moment just letting the elements take you. You pulled yourself together eventually, starting a fire, eating some dried meat, using your bag as a pillow you tried to get some sleep. You wouldn’t usually leave a wound unattended but you had no supplies, no alcohol, no clean water, and no bandages. You figured you'd deal with the consequences of your frantic packing later. For now, you just wanted to rest.

Your fire had died down, just barely lit. But the cold wasn't what woke you. The familiar sound of a horse galloping against the dirt, growing closer by the second, caused you to jump out of your sleep. You groaned, pushing yourself up in an attempt to move out of the way, the throbbing in your side had turned to a seating pain, and you hissed as you tried to drag yourself away, finding yourself back against the same tree as before.

The tiny clearing quickly became overwhelming as another rider approached. You could hardly see them it was so dark, your fire from before now a pile of smoke. You heard them drop off their horse, footsteps, slow and even, making their way toward you. You tried to use the tree as leverage, trying to push yourself up, be at least a little less pathetic. Your breathing was pained and labored, and with little regard- for yourself, you stood. The man finally stepped close enough for you to make out his features in the dark, standing less than 4 feet in front of you was Arthur.

“Y/n..” he breathed out.

Relief flooded your body as Arthur looked over you, his hands firmly set on your shoulders.

“Arthur, what are you doing out here?” you asked, more awake now, but still pained.

“Saving your ass, apparently.”

“‘M fine.”

You leaned back against the tree, the pain from your wound becoming far too noticeable for your liking. You pressed your hand to it without thinking, blood once again spewing from the wound.

“You’re hurt?”

“It’s nothing..”

He grabbed your hand, snatching it away from your wound, covered in blood and dirt, he looked at it, then looked back up at you. The blood soaking through your clothes and making them stick to your skin.

“I got shot..” you muttered, snatching your and away.

Arthur gave you a look, a look that had a few strong words associated with it, but he saved them for later. Lifting your shirt, glaring up at you, seeing just how unattended the wound was.

“So you were just gonna stay out here and bleed to death?”

“It’s not that bad..”

“Could’ve been-“

“But it isn’t-“

“I told you to be careful-“

“I didn’t get shot on purpose-“

“You didn’t come back to camp on purpose-“

“My damn horse wouldn’t-“

“Well you should’ve woke it’s ass up-“

A particularly painful throb ended your argument with Arthur, clutching your side, you pushing him away with your free hand. You kneeled down, deciding to collect more wood to rebuild the fire and show Arthur that you were fine. As you gathered sticks in your hand you heard Arthur kneel beside you, you didn't look at him, your hands shook but you still tried to gather the sticks in front of you. Your irritation grew immensely, only to be snuffed out when you felt one of Arthurs's hands cover yours.

“Let me handle this..”

You wanted to argue, but you didn’t, your hands were shaking and the wound was only becoming more irritated. Resisting the urge to throw the sticks down and stomp off like a child, you let him take them from your hands, then, with one hand on your chest, he guided you down.

You glared up at him, but he only looked at you with worry. He held your eyes in his for a second before going to check the wound. Moving your coat and lifting your bloodied shirt, he let out a long sigh, glaring up at you for a moment, then back down at the wound.

You so desperately wanted to be mad at him, but as his finger caressed the tender skin around your wound, you couldn’t keep up the act. Your body relaxed, as did your mind.

“Wait here..” he said, you didn’t argue.

Laid on your back, staring up at the trees, and the beautiful clear sky, you listened to Arthur shuffle around the little camp. A few minutes later, a fire was started, and even from here, you could feel its warmth.

He came back to you with his hands full of supplies, bandages, a cloth, and a flask. You could finally see him fully, the warm light of the fire casting a dim light on the side of his face.

“Let me look at ya’” he said quietly.

After a moment of examining you under the light, he reached for the flask.

“This is gonna sting..”

He was right, it did, you choked on a breath as he poured a generous amount of alcohol onto the open wound. Your hand reached for his coat sleeve, gripping it tightly as he dried the wound with the cloth. You were patched up a couple of seconds later, the bandage pulled tight around your abdomen.

Arthur helped you sit up, your wound, cleaned and pampered, stung considerably less. Then, with one of Arthur’s hands on your back, and the other resting on your unwounded side, you felt warm. Your face flushed and in your mind, you blamed it on the fire. You stayed like that for a moment, letting him touch you no matter how little and amicable they might have been. The moment didn’t last, he moved away, reaching for the flask from before and unscrewing the cap. He offered it to you first, and you shook your head no. He didn't say anything, just taking a quick drink and setting it on the ground between the two of you.

You didn't mean to, but you couldn't help but think of how pretty he was in the firelight. So peaceful, relieved- you looked away, glaring into the fire. You reached down for the flask, took a quick drink then set it back down, just as he had.

Minutes passed, you took turns drinking. He drank when he wanted to, you drank when your thoughts got away from you. Every time you thought about it just being you and him out here, about how nobody ever had to know, how you could just leave and it could just be you and him, forever. About his laugh, his smile, the little sigh he let out every time he took a drink- you drank again, and again, and again. Until finally Arthur snatched the flask from you.

“That's enough..”

You groaned, “Not really.”

You could feel the heat radiating off your body, your head was spinning, and no matter how hard you tried, your train of thought never strayed from Arthur.

Silence passed between the two of you, the sounds of bugs clicking and other little creatures crawling played dully in your ears. Tapping your foot in the dirt, you watched the ants crawl, watching the majority of them line up, only for two to break off, form their own line, a line of two. Marching around. You let out a little laugh.

Then, suddenly.

“Are you dying?”

You turned to Arthur, face scrunched in confusion.

“… What?”

“You’re dying..” he mumbled.

“I ain’t dying, Morgan.”

He sighed, dropping himself down into the dirt.

“Then what’s wrong with ya’?”

You laughed, “I got shot.”

“No, no, no- before that, whenever I’m at camp you-you run off like I’ve got the damn plague! You’re never there anymore, at least not when I’m around. I know you’re not getting on with the rest of the gang, but I don’t understand why you’re running from me.”

Flopping down in the dirt next to him, you sighed.

“I’m not dying, Arthur, I swear..”

His voice was slurred, and he fumbled as he tried to screw the cap back on his flask.

“Then I’m sorry, for whatever I did that hurt you- I didn’t mean to I swear I just-“

“You didn’t do anything..” you turned over to your uninjured side, “..something ain’t right with me. I think things I'm not supposed to and feel things I shouldn't, and it's…harder to stop when I'm around you.”

You didn't meet his eyes, focusing squarely on the ground even though it made your head spin.

“Y/n..” he said, quietly.

You pushed yourself up faster than you should have, regret forming in your chest, pulling at your heart.

“Forget it…”

“Wait.” he sat up, vertigo claiming him for a short second before he continued. “Wait, please.”

He grabbed ahold of your wrist as you stood unsteady on your own feet, lifting himself off the ground, just as wobbly as you are.

When he asked you to wait, you did, as he searched for the right words, your mind raced thinking of what they could possibly be. And when he said nothing, just stared at you with those sad blue eyes, the alcohol flowing through your blood took over.

“I love you, Arthur, and I'm trying not to. I really am, but you just-” your rant, however guilt ride it was, was cut short.

Grabbing you tight and pulling you so close that you could feel his breath on you. Then, he kissed you, slow and gentle. Your eyes fluttered shut, you could feel his hands move from your shoulders to the small of your back, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. You didn't pull away, not until Arthur did, he stared at you, his eyes searching your face for a long moment, then, when you finally let a smile find its way onto your face, he kissed you again.

The kiss, even though it was uncoordinated and desperate, was everything you wanted. So much guilty, and shame, just for this. Your grip on the back of his coat tightened, he pulled you closer.

You would have stayed like that forever if a sudden wave of vertigo hadn't nearly made your knees buckle, your already unsteady stance faltered, you stumbled back, then forward into Arthur. And he laughed, watching you try and hold your fleeting balance, entirely unhelpful.

“Shut up, Arthur-” you laughed, lightheaded and in pain.

But he kept laughing. Holding onto him by the collar of his jacket you pulled him in for another kiss, he stopped laughing, he smiled though, like he was the happiest man in the world, so you kissed him again, and you kept on kissing him until it was true.

The night ended with you in a drunk heap with Arthur, arms, and legs intertwined, giggling and babbling as you drifted off to sleep.

The forest didn’t seem too harsh that night, despite the bug and the dirt, and the distant howling of wolves.

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[elliesdin0saur]

Ellie hcs; you get hurt on patrol

first of all to be fair ellie would never want you to go out on patrol without her as your duo, she wouldn't want anything happening to you and her not being there. matter of fact ellie would do anything to stop you from getting hurt, she would throw herself in front of a clicker if she had to.

though on a few occasions there where times when maria needed an extra pair of hands with some other job, leaving you with another duo, though ellie would only leave you to either jesse or joel.

no way she was trusting you with some newer jackson recruits who had just barely figured out the routes on patrol and would flee at the smallest sight of clickers.

so you where on patrol with jesse, scanning this abandoned supermarket. you had encountered a small group of infected in the area that seemed quiet. as you navigated through the abandoned buildings, joking a bit with jesse, a sudden ambush by a group of hostile survivors caught you both off guard.

outnumbered and overwhelmed, a stray bullet grazed your head, leaving a bloody wound that made you lose consciousness. jesse somehow took out the raiders and managed to get you on his horse.

quickly riding you back to Jackson seen your condition, as you get there, maria would probably be the first to figure out. followed by ellie who knew the patrol schedule, figuring nobody could've gotten back so fast, knowing something is wrong. god forbid something had happened to you and she didn't know.

she would first definitely bark at Jesse, seeing the condition your in, "[your name]- Jesse what the fuck happened!? You were supposed to watch each other's backs out there!"

it was a bit rude but ellie honestly couldn't give a fuck, she was only focusing on you, she would without a doubt take you over from jesse. She would immediately take charge, barking orders to others nearby to clear a path to the infirmary.

"hey baby, c'mon, wake up," ellie would murmur softly, her voice a gentle reassurance as she cradles you. she would definitely be extremely scared and worried seeing all the blood on you, knowing if she where there she maybe could've prevented it. feeling somewhat guilty.

as the medical team works to assess and treat your injuries, ellie wouldn't lose her sight on you, her jaw clenched in silent determination. the occasional muttered curse under her breath slipping out.

after you got treated, they hooked you up to a monitor, giving you heavy pain medications that made you sleep.

once the initial chaos subsided, ellie would pull up a chair beside your bed, maintaining a vigilant watch. her fingers would absentmindedly trace over yours, a quiet gesture of reassurance, as she waits for any signs of your recovery.

ellie would sit beside the chair for hours, not leaving your side once. checking the monitor for you heartbeats, counting if it lined up alright.

joel would come by to see how you where doing and to check on ellie, "you should eat some dinner kiddo, heard they've got some good burrito's in mess ha-", but the poor man wouldn't even be able to finish the sentence before ellie interrupted, "no thanks, 'm fine". joel even offered to watch you while she'd get dinner but nope, she wasn't leaving your side whatsoever.

"you gotta wake up, okay baby? can't have you slacking off on me now," she'd say with a faint smile, attempting to inject a bit of her trademark humor into the heavy atmosphere.

her fingers would gently intertwine with yours, seeking some connection in the stillness. "you're tougher than anyone I know. we've been through worse, right?" she'd continue, a mix of tenderness and determination in her voice.

i feel like in this situation ellie would definitely start to question religion, feeling like if she believed in something it would somehow be easier. as if one prayer could somehow magically make you better again in a split second. though she knew she wouldn't believe in anything (yeah fuck face david ruined that for her), the thought of dina saying small prayers sometimes to stay calm and have hope seemed nice enough.

as you'd start to wake up, feeling the haze of unconsciousness lifting, ellie's eyes would widen with a hint of relief and surprise. she'd be right there, by your side, closely watching for any signs of movement.

the moment she notices signs of consciousness, a mixture of relief and tenderness would wash over her face. she'd lean in slightly, her voice a soft murmur.

"hey babe," she would say, a small, genuine smile playing on her lips. "took you long enough. thought I'd have to start telling bad jokes to wake you up."

even in the discomfort you'd managed to crack a small smile, ellie pressing a kiss to your head, slowly helping you into a more comfortable position sitting upright. she had already made sure to have 2 soft pillows for when you'd wake up, it being nicer for your back.

she'd reach for a nearby cup of water, offering it to you with a gentle touch. "Here, take it slow. You've been out for a bit," ellie would advise, concern evident in her eyes as she watches for any signs of discomfort.

your head was still hurting you a bit, despite the medicine. ellie wouldn't talk too much, just gently tracing patterns up you arm with her fingers.

as you become more alert, ellie would subtly check for any signs of pain or disorientation, her movements careful and deliberate. "how you feeling?" she'd ask, her tone a mix of curiosity and genuine worry. after telling her you're somewhat alright, seen you quite literally had a hole in your head, she'd calm down a bit.

during your mandatory 2 days in the infirmary ellie would do anything, literally anything to keep you entertained and cared for.

she'd share some stories, whether they're tales from your adventures or some embarrassing moments of her own. "so, once i mistook a clicker for a vending machine shadow...", making you both cackle from laughter.

you missed having ellie next to you, like physically being close to you instead of her sitting in that chair. you'd plead for her to lay next to you, scooting to make place. she didn't want to at first, afraid she'd might move and hurt you "babe, I don't want to hurt you".

though after some more pleading and you pulling the "i'm sick, i can get whatever i want and i want my girlfriend" card, she gave in.

ellie wouldn't really leave your side, still, only if she was doing something for you, like picking these flowers she knew you loved, just outside the gate, "just sprucing up the place. hospitals need some flair."

ellie would keep you updated about what's happening outside the infirmary, sharing updates about the community, plans, and anything else to make you feel more connected to the world beyond the walls of the room, she knew you hated staying in a room all day.

finally after 2 days you get discharged, meaning ellie can take you home. she'd completely bundle you up in warm clothing, she didn't want you catching a cold, even though the walk to your cabin was just 4 minutes.

back at your shared cabin, ellie would fuss over you, preparing a makeshift bed with extra blankets to keep you warm and comfortable. "you're on mandatory rest duty, alright? no arguments," she'd declare, a mix of determination and tenderness in her voice.

she would totally position herself near the front door, keeping a watchful eye on anyone approaching. "i'm not letting anyone disturb your sleep," she'd joke, a subtle way of expressing her determination to protect you and let you rest.

ellie would take on a makeshift nurse role, carefully tending to your wounds, changing the bandages for you. "alright, brace yourself for my top-notch first aid skills," she'd say with a grin, trying to lighten the mood as she tended to the injuries.

ellie, with surprisingly skilled hands (see what I did there) would offer to braid your hair, seeing how you hated it being all greasy but not being able to wash yet because of your injury.

your favorite fuzzy pajamas that you love to wear? washed and neatly folded on your bed, ready for you to wear. your favorite movie and snack? already waiting on the kitchen counter.

you'd watch the movie, though ellie could only look at you, cradling you in her arms as she holds you gently. incredibly happy her girlfriend is home again. hugs? kisses? anything you wanted, ellie's right there.

"love you babe", she'd gently whisper, a smile tugging at her lips, "love you more els".

honestly, you didn't mind being injured or sick, knowing ellie williams was there to pamper you x

===

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #tlou 2 #ellie x fem reader #the last of us 2 #ellie tlou #oneshot #fluff #x reader #masterlist #comfort #hurt/comfort #tlou #drabble #ellie williams oneshot #hcs #headcanon #ellie headcanons #Ellie hcs #hurt reader #protective ellie

[novasintheroom]

120. Climb

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 1k

♡ Warnings - none

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

Part 1 ---- Part 2 ---- Part 3 ---- Part 4 (you are here!)

The suns beat jealous heat down on the sands. Your tomas breathes steadily, despite the bullet graze on its right leg. Your own arm throbs, bruising with handprints.

You barely escaped.

Don and Mac were a lot less drunk than they acted. And they were a step ahead of you, too. They made a move for your equipment, the research, just before dawn that next day. You were all set to make a run for it, then they –

You grunt and snarl at nothing, furious. They tried to assault you. Should have known. The only reason you were still whole in any sense was the way Vash came to your rescue, fighting off both big men while telling you to run for it.

So you did. Like a coward.

Telling all this to McDonough when you get back to town elicits a few swears from the old man. He’s red-faced, angry, but still asks if you got the research away. With a glare, you push the papers into his greedy hands and demand your payment. Now.

He at least has the decency to offer you a room to sleep in that night. The whole of the payment sits heavy in your pocket as you sit and stare aimlessly on the bed. What do you do now? Return to the university, obviously, with more than enough funding for the next assignment you’ll be sent out on. But it doesn’t feel right. You have no idea what happened to Vash; if he managed to get the upper hand on Don and Mac.

What if he’s been left out in the desert to die, and those two fiends are on their way to take the payment by force? Suddenly staying with McDonough doesn’t seem like such a good idea. Staying in town in general sounds like a horrible plan. You stand and begin packing up your things again, quickly. Doesn’t matter how tired or sore you are; if someone is on your tail, you need to get somewhere safer than a Podunk little town with one sheriff.

A knock comes to your door. You pause, a hand in your bag. You look to the window. A two-story drop doesn’t sound so bad. You call out, “One second!” and hook your bag around your shoulders. The window is hard to open; it doesn’t seem like it’s been opened in a while. The wood squeals a bit as it’s lifted. One leg goes out, then the other, and you turn to lower yourself as far as you can down the side of the building. Another knock comes, and you call out, “Just – hold on – wha – !” Your hands slip a bit on the stool of the window.

You don’t hear your door open, but you feel hands on yours, gripping your wrists. You yelp in surprise and let go. The hands hold firm, and suddenly you’re dangling out the window, feet kicking thin air.

“Woah, hey, woah!  ______, calm down!”

It’s hard to concentrate when you’re mid-air. But you look up and see Vash, whole and bright-eyed and panicky, trying to lift you back up to your room. “Vash!” You call out. Despite your fear, you feel a bloom of warmth and relief in your chest. He’s alive. He’s okay.

“Put your feet on the wall and climb back up!” He says, grunting.

You do.

When you’re back in the room with feet firmly planted on the floor, you rush to hug him. He takes it awkwardly, arms going out on either side before finally encircling you, light as a feather. You pull back after a moment and look him over. “Are you alright? I thought you died!” You see a bruise on his cheek, some scratches on his neck and hand. You stop yourself from brushing a finger over them.

“This, coming from the girl who was dangling out a two-story window?” He asks, lips quirking up.

Your face flushes. “I thought you were Mac or Don come to finish me off. I was trying to escape quietly.” He laughs, and you push his shoulder. “Seriously, are you alright? You look…beat up.”

He smiles. “You should see the other guys!” He shrugs at your questioning look. “I, uh, tied them up at camp and gave the sheriff a tip on them. Turns out they have a few warrants in other towns, just not this one.”

How convenient. You shake your head. “How in the world did you manage both of them?”

He laughs again, sheepish, and scratches at his neck. “Lucky, I guess. I came right after you, though. Wasn’t sure if you’d been hurt with all the scuffle.” He brings his hands to your arms and turns you this way and that. “Are you alright?” He sees the bruises on your arms where Don had grabbed at you. A flash of darkness overcasts the blue in his eyes. “Oh…”

“I’m fine,” you say, automatic. And you are. Bruises heal, and thanks to the man in front of you, that’s all that needs healing. Speaking of, you reach into your pocket and pull out the wad of cash McDonough gave you earlier. “We got paid, in full by the way.” You count out two-thirds of the money and hand it to him.

His eyes widen, but he pushes it back. “Half and half.”

Your brows furrow. What kind of merc is this guy, asking for less money? “Vash, you saved my life more than once on this trip. You deserve a fair cut.”

“And half is fair.” He smiles.

You sigh and shake your head. “You’re strange. Very strange.” Still, to placate him, you recount the money and take half and pocket it. You’ll try to sneak it to him later.

He pockets his half, then gives you a look. “So…wanna go get food to celebrate?”

You do.

And it was a strange and frankly boring way to end your first adventure with Vash the Stampede. Sitting at a Ma and Pa’s waiting for donuts, of all things, to be served wasn’t how you pictured it. But years down the line, you’ll look back at it fondly, knowing that was where it all started.

#not at all happy with how this arc ended #but im desperate to get back to one-shot pieces lol #we'll all suffer together <3 #trigun #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #tristamp #writing #vash x reader #reader insert #self insert #vash the stampede x reader #nova writes #trigun x reader #150 bullets

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Batman & Catwoman (2/5)

Word count ; 3.9k

*Note to editor : start making things small again when I give you the green light, ty and ily.

*Edited:3 (N will def be sure to do so love ^•^)

I strolled down the subway, taking a shortcut through the tunnels. I knew that many criminals ditched the subway and divulged in the shadows. Even when having subway shoot past was at risk. I was cascaded in darkness, but I knew the path well. Just go straight and stick to the walls until you eventually reach the platform where dingy, closed stores remained.

I never went out at night. I never had time because I was at work.

That was where they always went. And I had a sneaking suspicion that those dingy closed stores were just disguises for something far more sinister.

But tonight was different. 

I didn’t want to be at home tonight.

In the distance, I could see the light. That meant I was drawing near. I kept sneaking forward, and eventually, I was at the edge of the platform. It was tall and I struggled to boost myself up, despite the many days of practice.

I continued to inch around the corner, ears listening for even the slightest noise.

And just as I was about to turn the corner and reveal myself, I heard it.

Thudding footsteps and cruel cackles were approaching. I hugged to wall eagerly, brows quirking in anticipation. I heard a cry of pain, and knew that the criminals were holding a man captive.

“Have at it, boys. This wimp don’t got an ounce of meat on his bones,” the supposed leader declared.

I heard violence ensue. As badly as I wanted to jump into action, I knew to wait for my time. And my time was…

Now.

I jumped into the center of the platform, withdrawing my whip from my belt. As I suspected, there was a group of buff men with painted faces picking on a meek bystander. He had been shoved up against the wall, a knife to his throat, as the lamppost flickered down on the scene. 

All eyes turned to me, but I didn’t let them react.  Instead, I slashed my whip toward them, sufficiently sending the men sprawling back in fear. Some tumbled to the ground and a few ran away immediately. The leader was one step ahead, though, and pulled a pistol from his pocket. 

I barrel-rolled just in the knick of time, a bullet whizzing past me. It grazed my suit, but I remained uninjured. Instead, I barrel-rolled into the youngster that had the victim pinned against the wall. As I rose to may feet, I wrapped my whip around his legs and forced him onto the ground. 

Bullets trailed by me, and I grabbed an unsuspecting criminal in front of me as a shield. The man halted his shots.

“Face me like a fuckin’ coward, you bitch!” he roared.

“Only if you face me like a man.”

The man cursed loudly, but suddenly, a shadow was looming behind him. The man turned around, trembling, but the gun and him was thrown into the wall with an echoing punch.

The Batman was here.

I jumped back into action without second thought. I noticed that the youngster ran off immediately, and that the rest of the gang was attempting to make a run for it, too. However, me and the fellow masked vigilante had a similar idea in mind.

We both prevented several of the men from escaping; me, with my handy-dandy whip, and him, with the sheer power of his fists.

Not even a few minutes later, the remaining gang members were knocked the fuck out.

I wiped my hands against the side of my leather suit. I tucked my whip away, finally turning to the innocent bystander. He still looked terrified, and I could tell it was because of Batman. He had yet to make a public debut that revealed his sense of justice. 

With a hand outstretched and a small smile on my face, I said, "You’re alright now, sir. Have a safe trip home.”

The man reluctantly shook my head. “Y - you’re the Lioness. And you’re Batman.”

I glanced beside me. Indeed, Batman had saddled up next to me, his expression stoic and unreadable. He nodded, to which I parroted his actions. “Yes. Do carry a weapon with you in the future, sir. Gotham’s a dangerous place.”

The man weaved around us with one last, quiet ‘thank you,’ and was on his way. I could tell from the atmosphere that both of us had questions. Although, with mutual respect, neither of us cared to know our identities.

I turned to him, sending a positive smile. “Well, well, well. Didn’t expect to ever run into you. Thanks for the help.”

“…Likewise,” he gruffly answered. “You’re the Lioness. Why are you out now? You’re infamous for only appearing during the day.”

The edge of my mouth twitched. “…I had a change of schedule.”

I could feel his eye taking in every inch of my expression, prying further. As though, just from the way I blinked it would reveal my life story. It was silent for a moment both of us just staring one another down.

“…I see,” he finally conceded.

He suddenly turned, heading in the opposite direction from whence he came. I reached out, grabbing his upper arm. 

“Wait…! Not even a good-bye? Or are you too famous for that?” I teased cheekily.

He tore his arm from my grasp, glancing at me one more time.

“Good-bye, Lioness.”

“Ta-ta, Batman.”

~~~

I adjusted the apron, steeling myself for the new experience. I was about to start my second day at my new job - that, being a waitress at a local Italian restaurant. It was a lot less stressful because I wasn’t fearing for my life, but there was a lot more work involved. But that was fair, since the pay was a lot nicer.

I often thought back to Selina. I purposely got a job that went from ten-to-six, so that I didn’t have to run into her. After all, she'd still have her duties at the Iceberg Lounge. She was missing out. But it was her own fault, after how much she embarrassed me.

Over the past few days, she tried to catch me. But when she got back from work, I was out on patrol. When she was asleep, I was at work. When she was at work, I was asleep. And so, the cycle continued. I wouldn’t be surprised if she failed to notice my new uniform at all.

I tucked my notepad into the front pocket and loaded the plastic tray with a few glasses of water and a pitcher. I exited the kitchen, officially starting my shift. 

For the first half hour, I adamantly served an old couple, a hungover college student, and a redneck truck driver. The truck driver, especially, took up an entire page of my notepad with his order, but that just meant he could hopefully offer a larger tip.

As lunchtime approached, more and more people entered. My coworkers and I knew better than to complain though; it was lunch. Who wouldn’t drop by for Italian on a Saturday?

I walked up to a new customer’s table. “Hello, sir. Here’s the menu,” I greeted, handing him the menu.

I finally glanced up from the tray, and my eyes widened in surprise. 

The man was handsome, but seemed absolutely dismal. His dark hair was a mess and there was pronounced darkness under his eyes. He had a thin frown painted on his face and stubble along his jaw was present. He was adorning a black band t-shirt and grey sweatpants that he hadn’t bothered to tie up. 

He didn’t meet my gaze. He snatched the menu and began looking through. After dropping the menu on his table, I went to tend to other customers, although I couldn’t help but keep glancing at the handsome, depressed stranger. There was something familiar about him, even with how his hair cascaded his features.

I eventually returned to his table. “Hello, sir. Have you decided what you want to eat?”

He smacked his lips, flipping through the pages. “Uh…” he hummed in his deep, rugged voice. “What do you recommend?”

I sent him a reassuring smile, and he finally made eye contact. I made a metal note of how pretty his eyes were. I shook the thought away, not wanting to reveal my embarrassment of having a crush on a random guy. “W - well, the customers have left great reviews about Pesto all Genovese. It’s a favorite. I’ve tried some, too, and it’s delicious —"

“I’ll have that.”

“Would… you like anything else to drink? Maybe a coffee?” I predicted.

His mouth twitched. “How did you know?” he replied in amusement.

“Lucky guess. What coffee?”

“Cappuccino, please.”

“Coming right up, sir.”

With that, I headed back into the kitchen. I informed the chef and personally prepared the coffee. Call me a simp, but the guy was pretty cute and I’m sure he’d look twice as handsome if there was a smile on his face.

After finishing the coffee, I brought it back to his table. No words were exchanged, as he seemed like he was falling asleep in his seat. I continued serving fellow customers for the next half hour, and eventually, the Pesto all Genovese was ready. I was eager to serve the dish.

I walked to his table and set the plate down. “Your Pesto all Genovese, sir.” I eyed the empty mug. “Would you like a refill?”

He met my gaze, straining an awkward smile. “Yes please.”

I nodded, taking the cup. “Right away, sir.”

I disappeared into the kitchen to once again fill the cup with the murky black liquid. I spaced out until I arrived at his table once again, setting it down. He had barely touched his food, instead playing with it using his fork, but I didn’t ask questions. I had other customers to tend to, and I’m sure he was just taking his time.

Half an hour later, my attention returned to the man. I realized that he had finished and was just loitering. I felt bad for not noticing sooner. I made my way to the cash register and printed out the receipt. I attached it to the notebook, but when I glanced at him from behind the counter, a tiny, sympathetic lightbulb went off in my head.

I took a pen and scribbled in the free space, 'I hope you have a great day :).’

I returned to the handsome, brooding - and rather familiar - customer. He watched me approach, and it sent shivers down my spine. I maintained a polite smile, though, as I set the mini-clipboard on the table. “Here you go, sir. Just head up to the counter when you’re ready to pay.”

I went to walk away, but a callous hand grabbed my wrist. I stopped, turning back around with a very frivolous blush. “Er - what is it, sir? Do you need something?”

His face flushed from under his tangled bangs. His gaze was intense, but nervous. He immediately let go, gaze flitting between the receipt and me. “Uh, wait, uh…” His voice was hoarse, but in a deep, baritone pitch. “…Would you like to go out on a - a date? Sometime?”

My skin was tingling and burning. I must’ve started sweating in my uniform. I could’ve never excepted the mysterious, aloof man to actually be interested in me, and yet here he was. I answered, "Y - yes! Of course. Um…” I fished in my pockets, pulling out my phone. I unlocked it and handed it to him, letting him input his number. I played with my fingers nervously, and when he returned it, I noted his name. “Bruce… Lovely to meet you, Bruce.”

Bruce smiled, and I could tell it was genuine, even though it looked unnatural. “You too…” He scanned my name tag quickly. “Y/n.”

I nodded to him one last time before scampering away the tend to other customers. However, Bruce and I shared fleeting glances until he finally left.

Maybe it was because I was lonely, but my heat was soaring.

~~~

There was still a pep in my step as I walked through the front door of my home. I was humming quietly. I pulled off my waitress overcoat and hung it up while kicking off my sneakers. Work had only gotten worse throughout the day, stressful even, but on my breaks, I messaged my date. And he responded with much more enthusiasm than I could have anticipated.

My phone dinged. Speak of the devil. I pulled my phone out as I went over to the cupboards, pulling out a microwavable meal. I gasped, though, when I ran into someone. I looked up, realizing Selina was standing there. I furrowed my brows immediately. What was she doing here? Her shift started a few minutes ago.

“Before you ask, I took the night off,” she started. 

I took a step back. “Why? You know we need all the money we can get.” I didn’t mean for it to come out as harsh, but some of her insults from our fight still stung.

Selina frowned, casting her gaze away. “Listen, you… you’ve been avoiding me. There wasn’t much else I could do.”

“I’m avoid you for a reason —"

“I know that! And I’m sorry. The way I acted - it was hypocritical,” she continued. My shoulders slumped expectantly. “And it’s not like I don’t believe in you. It’s that I don’t believe in this god awful city we live in! I know you’re strong, but you’re not invincible. If you got hurt, I… I wouldn’t know what to do.”

My glare softened. I sat my phone on the counter as one of the cats rubbed against my ankle. “…Thank you. But, Selina, don’t think that just because I love you you have the right to boss me around. I know it’s dangerous. You do too, and you still do vigilante work, don’t you? But it’s what brings me joy. So, please… respect that.”

“I - yeah,” she caved. “I will. Just… please be careful.”

I finally moved past her, fishing out a meal. Selina still hovered behind me, and she wrapped her arms around my waist. I heard another ding from my phone, and that was all it took to get my heart pumping. Her head was on my shoulder, her soft hair tickling my neck. I giggled gleefully as I watched the meal spin in the microwave.

It finally dinged, but so did my phone. Selina tensed as I pulled out my food. “Who’s texting you? You’re pretty popular today.”

I shrugged out of her grip and grabbed my phone. We plopped down on the couch, the television already on some local news channel we frequented. Selina was interrogating with my eyes like she tended to do when I didn’t immediately explain something. 

I chuckled, checking my phone. “It’s just my date. We’re just getting to know each other a bit before we go out, ya know?”

“Oh. Huh.”

She didn’t say anything more on the topic, but I could tell it was bugging her. I guess I should’ve been the one to tell her before she deduced it on her own. Before I started eating, though, I opened my phone to read and respond.

‘Bruce : I run a personal business. Nothing too big’

‘Bruce : Actually, hopefully it’s not too forward, but I’d like to see you again’

‘Bruce : Do you want to go to McD’s for dinner tomorrow?’

I chuckled. I quickly answered :

‘Y/n : !! I’d love to, actually. I barely leave the house except for work. Which one?’

“Hey.”

I looked up at Selina. She seemed nervous.

“Want to… have a movie night? It’s been a while.”

I finally set my phone aside. “I would love to.”

Selina slid closer to me, flipping through the channels. Eventually, she stopped at Terminator. Selina took my plate from me the moment I finished, and it was rather cute. Movie nights with her always translated into ‘I’m touch-starved and want some hugs.’ So, I was always more than happy to oblige. 

I kicked my feet up on the coffee table as she lay down on my lap. The couch wasn’t too large, but it was large enough for her to be affectionate and cuddled up to me. I loved running my fingers through her hair, watching some movie I was barely paying attention to.

Because I was always paying attention to her.

~~~

“Y/n.” I looked up from my lap, immediately shooting up from the bench. I had come about fifteen minutes early and had been waiting outside the McDonald’s for the time being. Preparing, myself for the first date in forever. I was wearing casual, but cute clothes; stuff that had been buried in the back of my closet for god knows how long.

Bruce was standing in front of me. He wasn’t as shabby as he was the first time we met. In fact, he cleaned up nicely. He had a stoic expression. His hair was neatly combed and his eyes were completely visible. He was wearing a loose-fitting navy blue t-shirt that exposed his collar bone. His jeans were also dark and… he was wearing crocs. He clearly had good taste.

He held his hand out to me to shake. I giggled, taking it. “Pleasure to see you again, Bruce,” I greeted. “You look even more dashing when you aren’t downing three gallons of coffee. And crocs? You clearly have swagger.”

Bruce grinned, eyeing me over. “You look beautiful. Shall we head inside?”

I intertwined our arms and we entered the fast food restaurant. It was crowded with people getting an easy family dinner in. We ordered our food and all that jazz, although I insisted on paying for the food if it meant he’d wait to pick it up. I’m not sure why, but he seemed reluctantly to agree.

I found a booth and slid in. The family before had left their shitty trash, so I had to clean that up. After which I was quick to sink into the comfortable pleather cushions.

Bruce eventually joined me with a full tray of food. He was still smiling, and seemed far less stiff. But something about him was off. He was always glancing over his shoulder as though he was expecting someone to be staring him down.

Perhaps he was just a well-known CEO.

He slid into the booth across from me. We sorted out the food. We both wanted to share a vanilla soft-serve ice cream - well, I did. I thought it would be a romantic notion - and so we got one. It was in a cup and we had two spoons. We slid the tray down so that the ice cream could sit perfectly between us.

I licked my lips eagerly. “I can’t recall the last time I had ice cream.”

We began chowing down. “Oh?” Bruce prodded.

“Well, I’m a busy girl, you know? I work during the day and night, although my nights are far more flexible. By day, I’m a waitress, as you know. And by night - well, that’s a secret for now. Stick around and I might let you know.”

Bruce nodded. “I look forward to figuring that out.”

“So what kind of music do you listen to?” I inquired, taking another spoonful of ice cream. My teeth were a tad sensitive, but I didn’t want to make a fool of myself by fretting over it. It was a date, after all, and one with a handsome man at that.

He finished the ice cream before actually thinking about the question. We both began to unravel our burgers. Bruce smiled bashfully. “It’ll sound ridiculous, but I’m still in my emo phase. I listen to Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance religiously. Don’t go telling anyone else that, though.”

A laugh bubbled in my throat. “I should’ve guessed! You have great taste. Love those artists.” He seemed to ease up after I said that. 

“And what about you?” he parroted.

I was in the middle of chewing my burger, so it gave me a moment to think. “Well, I adore f/s. I listen to f/g the most.”

Bruce was listening adamantly. He asked about my favorite food, and I asked his. He asked about favorite movies and shows, and I did the same. The process was repeated until we wren’t asking those basic questions. In fact, it got somewhat deep, the conversation moving from. ‘I like eggs!’ to ‘I feel self-conscious about X, Y, and Z’ really quickly. 

It was nice. It was different.

I missed the sensations of getting to know someone knew and hitting it off immediately. To first learn intimate details about their livelihood and connect over trivial things like favorite colors. I liked Bruce, and it wasn’t because he was a handsome, brooding stranger anymore. It was because he was a handsome, interesting person who could become a friend as well as a potential significant other.

We only took twenty minutes to eat. But, instead, we were at McDonald’s for almost two hours, talking the night away.

“…And Selina pretty much dragged me on the roller coaster anyways,” I ranted. “I told her those chilli dogs didn’t sit well with me, but she really insisted. So, the poor guy in front of me got a shower of vomit on him.”

Bruce chuckled, about to react to the story, but his phone suddenly began buzzing. He pulled it out of his pocket, sighing. “Alfred,” he greeted.

He waited. I could hear vague speaking from the other side. Bruce had already told me that Alfred was a fatherly figure in his life, so I waited patiently. Bruce hummed, before finally saying, "Sure. I’ll get home soon.” He hung up, seeming rather peeved.

I tilted my head. “Is everything alright? It’s been a while, so I guess we ought to finish this up.”

Bruce nodded. “Alfred’s telling me that something’s come up at… work. I’m sorry to cut this short.”

We began pulling our jackets on, and I could only chuckle. “Short? It’s been two hours. I absolutely loved spending time with you, though.”

Bruce only smiled, and we headed out. It was dark outside and the parking lot mostly vacant. I was planning just to walk home, and Bruce must’ve driven here, so we would be going separate ways. We stopped, standing in front of one another. 

No words had to be spoken. I quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek, which made his cheeks visibly flush. That made me giggle.

Bruce was a cute guy.

“Text me when you get home,” he stated hoarsely. “Stay safe.”

“I will, Bruce. Have a good night. Can’t wait to do this again.”

@moonmaiden1996

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[adri-2022]

Crazy Escape

Fandom: Chicago PD

Characters: Jay Halstead x FemReader

Warnings: Slight swearing/ fluff/ little angst/ kind of funny?

Word count: 1046

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A/N: Hi my beautiful readers. Here is another original imagine, thought it would be cute. I hope everyone likes it. Also I want to send a huge thank you to my dear friend @jeyramarie who helped me develop this idea. She also writes so go check her profile.

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It was a normal day at work, you’ve been working as a receptionist in a law firm for a while now. Well, it was supposed to be a normal day until you received a call from the hospital. Apparently, your boyfriend of 6 months had managed to get himself shot at work.

“Hi this is Brenda from Chicago Med. Is this Y/N Y/L/N?”

You furrowed your eyebrows why was the hospital calling you, you didn’t have any appointments pending.

“Yes, this is she”

“Perfect. Firstly, I want you to know everything is alright is nothing major. Jay Halstead was brought in a couple of hours ago with a graze wound. You are listed as his emergency contact, so part of my job was to make this call to you” Brenda who apparently was a nurse informed you. You were confused at the beginning not really knowing who she was referring to until she named your boyfriend.

“So, he’s alright?” you asked kind of anxious, “Yes Miss Y/L/N. He is a bit jumpy an on edge, but nothing else” she answered sweetly. Hanging up the phone, you informed your boss of the situation and he had let you leave early.

If there was a word that could describe Jay Halstead, was reckless and selfless, he would throw himself in dangerous situations for those he cared about. But there was a problem with his bravery, certainly he didn’t consider the risks, because later on he would be mopping and whining about being in a hospital -Jay hates hospitals-. Now arriving at Chicago Med, you were trying to prepare yourself for what you could encounter. Stepping into the ED you were spotted by Maggie who smiled and waved at you,

“He’s in room 3. Will is on vacation. Good luck” she gave an apologetic look which made you sigh and roll your eyes, walking towards his room.

“Hey baby. Are you okay?” you asked as soon as you stepped through his door, your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked at your approaching figure and extended his hand for you to take, while giving you a dorky smile.

“I’m alright is nothing” he said shaking his head as to dismiss the situation and not worry you. You on the other hand send him a look that said ‘give me the truth’

“It’s a bullet wound…” “It’s a graze babe. It takes more than that to send me bye bye” he chuckled,

“Oh, now you’re funny huh? The audacity” this made him burst a laugh. Before you leaned a kissed his forehead, making him sigh at the action. You always knew how to calm him, but right now he wanted out.

“Please get me out of here honey…” he whined, making you chuckle before shaking your head, lips still grazing his forehead.

“We can’t baby. We can’t just leave, they need to do some test and some other shit that I don’t know how to spell” you said now giving him an apologetic look, making him pout like a child.

“You know that involves needles, right? RIGHT?” he said eyes wide looking at you for some compassion, but you were just laughing at his expense.

“Jay. You need to chill. You’re not afraid of bullets but you’re afraid of a tiny needle?” sending him an amused look, him returning an offended one.

“They’re not tiny for your information. GET. ME. OUT. OF. HERE” he exclaimed, while moving his hands frantically as to make a point or maybe convince you.

“Nope sorry babe. We can’t” you knew he would not go down without a fight,

“Yes, we can” he said raised eyebrow and a sassy expression, as a matter-of-fact way.

“Babe…”

“No uh. Nope. We got to dip c’mon” he argued starting to stand up to which you pulled him back down by the hand he still had on your grip.

“I’m serious Jay!” you said in a stern manner, to what he squinted his eyes analyzing what he would say next.

“I’ll pay for your food for 2 months…and nails- if you help me escape this hell” your mouth dropped, him looking at you expectantly.

“Whatever I want?” “Whatever my beautiful girlfriend wants” he responded giving you that handsome smile of his that made your knees weaken and your stomach feel butterflies. You thought about your decision for a moment, before looking back at him with a smirk.

Now fast-forward. Laughter and giggles were the only thing that could be heard around the ED while you ran. Jay sharing laughs with you as you pushed his wheelchair through the Emergency Department -he didn’t need it, he just thought it would make things entertaining-. All the nurses, doctor and patients looking your directions, smiles coming to their faces at your contagious laughter.

“Honey careful your gonna crash” Jay said between laughs, while you giggled leaning down to kiss his cheek and running even faster. Guess what happens next? Yes, you crashed, into another patient who was in a wheelchair as well.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry ma’am” you gasped before apologizing embarrassed by your actions as Jay tried hiding his giggles behind his hand.

“Don’t worry dear. Love makes you do crazy things” the old woman said while chuckling before signaling her husband to continued pushing her down the corridor. You and Jay smiled looking at where the older couple was walking, before looking back at each other sharing a quiet chuckle.

“Call me crazy but I think I just saw our future…Through a very crazy escape” Jay said before standing up, throwing his arm around your shoulder looking into your eyes with such love. Now both standing in the middle of the hallway in each other’s arms. You bit your lip, looking back at the older couple, before looking at Jay standing on your tippy toes and sharing a sweet kiss.

“I think you’re right” you responded, Jay smirking pecking your lips again. Before a voice called after you two.

“You better not have done what I think you did Y/N” Maggie called from the end of the corridor. You and Jay widen your eyes,

“Shit!” you whispered,

“RUN BABE!” Jay exclaimed between chuckles pulling you hand in hand while darting on a run towards your truck.

#jay halstead x reader #chicago pd imagines #jay halstead #jay halstead fluff #jay halstead x y/n #jay halstead x you #fan fiction #one chicago fic #jay halstead angst

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How to Crash and Burn: Part 2.

Gagh! Wh-What the hell IS this damn thing!?

It’s the Mozart MK2, loser! But all you have to know...

is that it’s what I’m gonna use to destroy you!

You think that sounded cool or somethin’!? HRAGH!

NGH!

*Kaede relies on her spear for mobility, as her body still aches from her earlier fights against Monodam and Monokid. After running him through and pushing him back, she uses the pull to hoist herself away from an incoming swipe of the Exisal’s huge metallic palm.

GRRROOWWL!

*RATATATATATATATATATA!*

EGH!? AUGH!

*She pulls herself out of the way further with her weapon as Monosuke opens fire with the Exisal’s gun arm. Kaede avoids being turned into swiss cheese, but a stray bullet grazes her shin.

You’re not gonna dodge everythin’!

I don’t need to! Hiyagh!

DOUGH! Huh!?

Hehe...RAAGGH!

GAAAHAAGH! UHUGH!

*Kaede wields her spear and smacks the Exisal under the “chin”, causing Monosuke to lose balance. With the same swing, she hoists herself up into the air, gives Monosuke a cheeky salute, and brings her weapon down upon him. The spear evidently pierces through the Exisals armor and hits the piloting bear inside. She then manipulates the spear and uses it to throw Monosuke to the ground.

AKAMATSU! WATCH-OUT!

Wagh!?

*Kaede ducks down just in time to avoid an abnormal sized Ninja Star fly over her head, which would have decapitated her if not for Monodam’s warning.

Phew! Thanks! You uh...doing ok over there!?

*WHAM!*

OW! I-AM-FINE! AAAH!

*WHOOSH!* *CHUNK!*

Yeah, sure sounds it.

*Monodam rolls back and slams into the wall as Monophanie rushes towards him and punches him back. He then rolls out of the way as Monotaro’s exisal fires another shuriken at him.

I-WILL-BE-FINE! FOCUS-ON-MONOSUKE! 

*FWOOOSSH!* *CLANK!*

UH-OH...

*BOOOOOMM!*

*Monodam is blown up by a missile that Monophanie fires into the wall next to him.

Uuh...Alright! Hrgh!

GUGH!

*Kaede recalls her spear, pulling itself out of Monosuke, who quickly picks his mech back up.

HUUAAAAAAAAAGGH!

I DON’T THINK SO!

*PEKOW!* *BZZZzzzzzztt...*

HUH!?

RAGH!

GUHUGH!

*Kaede hoists herself into the air and tries to bring the spear down on Monosuke, but he suddenly raises his arm and fires an Electromagnetic Blast straight at her. While the blast doesn’t damage Kaede, it immediately deactivates her weapon, causing her to drop right into Monosuke’s giant hand.

You ain’t the only one who can use EMP Blasts! DORRYAAGH!

*SLAAAAAAAAAAAMM!!*

UUHUGH!

AKAMATSU! AAGH!?

HIYAGH!

YAYAYAYAYAYAGH!

*Monodam tries to jump to Kaede’s assistance, but is knocked back by Monophanie. Monotaro follows up this attack by protruding a blade from his arm and slicing at Monodam.

DOOOO-YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA!

HUH-YUGH-AH-WHA-GRR!

*CLUNK!*

HIYAGH!

AAGH!

*Monodam does his best to avoid Monodam’s strikes, but is eventually forces to catch his arm instead. With his hands occupied, Monophanie strikes from behind.

Ugh...Mono...dam...!

See? This is why we bears and humans ain’t supposed to be friends! We just let each other down, when all we’re really good for is KILLIN’ EACH OTHER! Trust me...you ain’t the first person to try and fight back before...But you got a lotta guts for a stupid lil’ piano playin’ freak!

Grrr...You guys love a good narrative, right? Word of advice...*COUGH!* don’t start monologuing...That���s always when the hero gets the edge on you.

Oh, please. Both of you are down, so what can you hope to do?

Hehehehe...You shouldn’t be saying that either...

Wh-What’s funny!?

For someone who’s so obsessed with money and profit...you don’t know how to count very well.

The hell you sayin’!? I...Wait...what’s that...?

Do you guys hear that?

*While the Monokubs have Kaede and Monodam pinned down, they suddenly hear the sound of grinding metal getting louder, almost as if it’s getting closer.

???: Hehehehehe! HAHAHAHA!

Hey...doesn’t that sound like...?

*CCRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHH!!*

EAT THIS! AAAAAAGGH!

DUHUUAGH!

AAAHAGH!

OOOOF!

*All of a sudden, a fifth Exisal comes busting through the wall of the lab, ramming into Monosuke first, forcing him to release Kaede, and then crashing into the trio of Monodam, Monosuke and Monophanie, freeing the former from the latter two’s grip.

What the-!? Who!?

Monokid!? Is that you!?

Hehe! Guess again, dumbass!

About time you showed up Sora!

I’ll take that as a thank you.

THANK-YOU-SORA!

I didn’t mean you.

[Earlier...]

Wait...You’re saying I can PILOT the Exisal!?

MONOKID’S-EXISAL-IS-STILL-IN-THE-BUNKER-NEARBY. IF-WE-CAN-GET-TO-IT, SORA-CAN-JACK-HERSELF-IN-AND-PILOT-IT.

I thought only the Monokubs could pilot the Exisals?

USUALLY, YES. HOWEVER-THIS-IS-BECASE-THE-EXISAL’S-SETTINGS-ARE-CATERED-TO-US. ANYONE-CAN-PILOT-THEM-IF-THEY-CAN-OVERRIDE-THE-SETTINGS.

WITH-SORA’S-STATUS-AS-AN-ARTIFICIAL-INTELLIGENCE-SHE-WILL-BE-ABLE-TO-DO-THAT-WITH-EASE. 

THE-DOWNSIDE-HOWEVER, IS-THAT-THE-UPLOAD-WILL-TAKE-SOME-TIME. WHICH-MEANS-IF-WE-ARE-TO-CATCH-MY-SIBLINGS-BY-SURPRISE, WE-WILL-NEED-TO-GO-ON-AHEAD-WITHOUT-HER. THAT-IS-WHAT-I-MEANT-EARLIER.

I see...

That ok with you Sora?

I still don’t really trust this, but...I mean, we’ve got too much to lose here.

Plus...I’ve always wanted to be a mech pilot~

This feels AWESOME! Guess I’ve gotta give credit where it’s due, Greenie.

YOU-ARE-WELCOME. I-AM-GLAD-YOU-LIKE-IT.

M...MONOODAAAAAAAAAMM!!

Kaede! We’ve got these two! Finish him off!

I got it! Kill mode ON!

*CHUNK!* *WHIRR* *CLANK!*

Woah! I didn’t know it did that!

*With the effects of the EMP having been passed, Kaede recalls her weapon and switches it back into the lethal mode. The blade of Kaede’s spear suddenly folds outward, almost doubling the blade in length and sharpness.

DIIIIIIIIIIEEEE!

*CLAAASSH!*

GRRRRRRRRR!!

*Monosuke charges towards the two enemy Exisals, but his path is blocked by Kaede. A blade protrudes from the arm, just like it did with Monodam, and he and Kaede cross blades!

HOOOYAAGH!

*PUNT!*

UGH!*

*SLAASSH!*

AH! NO!

*As Monosuke pushes down on her, Kaede uses the spear’s full power and pushes herself upwards. Monosuke topples backwards, balancing on one of the Exisal’s stubby legs, and while unable to defend himself, Kaede flies back down and slices off the mech’s left arm!

Hold still, you little FUCK!

HUUU-CHAAGH!

AAAGH!

*Monosuke swings at Kaede using the Exisal’s gun arm, but Kaede leaps up towards it, and starts spinning rapidly in the air, like a helicopter blade. She slices through the Exisal’s other arm with no problem!

IT’S OVER! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGH-DAGH!

*SSLAAASH!* *SLAASH!* *SHAAANK!*

UHUUUGH!

*SLAAAM!*

BAAAAAGGH!! EEK!

...

*Moving so fast that her opponent has no time, to react, Kaede disabled the Exisal by rushing forward at a blinding speed and severing it’s leg from it’s body. The Exisal, completely disabled, falls to the floor, and Kaede runs towards it’s head and pries off it’s hatch with one slice, exposing Monosuke. She runs her weapon through the bear, and yanks him out of his seat, slamming him to the floor behind her. She then stands above the bear, switches her weapon into hacking mode, and aims it point blank at his face.

Any last words, asshole!?

NO! W-Wait! C-Come on Akamatsu, w-we can talk about this!

... *WHIIIIRRR!*

*The spear makes a noise, as Kaede, with a menacing grin on her face, powers up the blast to it’s maximum power.

NO! Uh! Ah! Um...Ok, Ok! I got a deal for ya! S-Spare my life, and we split the profits made from the tragedy 70/30! Howzabout that!?

*WHIIIIIIRRRR!*

Ugh! A-Alright! 60/40! Take it or leave it!

*WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRR!*

...50/50...!?

*WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRR!*

AAAGH! PAPA! HELP ME-!

*KEER-POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!*

*The point blank blast absolutely decimates Monosuke, and sets the entire area alight with a blue light! When the light fades, all that’s left is Monosuke is the lower half of his body, the entire upper half having been obliterated into ash.

Huch-PTOOO!

*To finalize her act, Kaede hocks a loogie on the bear’s remains.

//Monosuke...has died...//

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #danganronpa another 2 #sdra2 #kaede akamatsu #sora #monodam #monosuke #monotaro #monophanie #death #rise and shine arc

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Something In The Orange - Part 7

Summary: Roach recovers after the mission in Russia

Warnings: Somewhat graphic depictions of injuries

Note: I am also uploading this fic to my Ao3 if you would prefer to read it there!

Word Count: 6.4k

"Well, I could never betray your love

You had me, heart and soul

You might never have known it, girl

But I was all yours

I know I'll never reclaim your love

But that's just how it goes

I ain't the person I was this morning when the sun rose"

"Setting Sun" - Lord Huron

Roach grit his teeth as the doctor rotated his arm, trying desperately not to scream from the fiery pain that blazed in his shoulder. The doctor gave him an apologetic glance, but otherwise made no move to stop her work. 

Beside him stood Price, the man watching the Doctor work with a silent stare. Occasionally he would look to Roach and give him a supporting smile or soft squeeze of his arm. He was the only person in the room, both Soap and Ghost having been kicked out almost as soon as the Doctor had begun looking him over. 

They’d returned from Russia and Roach, having had a nap against Ghost’s shoulder on the ride back to base, had been rushed immediately to the infirmary where a Doctor was waiting for them. Doctor Elisa Sanchez had taken care of the 141 for the past several months, taking them on beside her usual duties, so it had been no surprise to Roach that she would be looking over his wounds. 

Ghost and Soap had taken up their positions on either side of the cot that Roach had been placed on, both still looking quite on edge. When Dr. Sanchez had approached the cot, the two had zeroed distrusting glares onto her. She seemed hesitant to continue forward at their looks, but a quick reprimand to the two hulking men from Price seemed to have brought her confidence back. 

“Alright Gary, run me through where you’re hurt.” She gave him a small smile as she sat in front of him, her pen clicking against her clipboard. 

“Road rash, and lots of it,” He started, “My arms, hands, and some on my stomach. I tried to clean up the wounds as best I could, but I’m sure there’s still some dirt and rocks mixed in there. Worst of it is on my arm.” He resisted the urge to hold his arm out for her to see in the way a child would. “Bullet wound on my other arm, it’s just a graze though so nothing too terrible. The worst of it is going to be my shoulder. I’m pretty sure I dislocated it.”

Roach could see Price and Gaz wince out of the corner of his eye, both of the men standing beside each other at the door. The look on Price’s face made him remember what Laswell had said about the man blaming himself for his presumed death. He told himself he’d have to talk to him about it later. 

Dr. Sanchez nodded, “And your head? John mentioned that you might have hit it against some debris on the highway?”

Roach nodded, “I’ve not noticed anything other than some aching on my face. I think I might have been lucky enough to only come out of it with some bruises.”

“We’ll check for a concussion anyway,” Dr. Sanchez wrote something down in her notes before standing from her seat, “Go ahead and get your shirt off, and I’ll start cleaning out some of those scrapes.” She took off toward one of the workstations in the room and started to gather her supplies. 

Roach tried to follow her order, beginning to lift his shirt from his head. He stopped abruptly when a surge of pain pushed through his shoulder and sent him hunching over. 

In an instant, both Ghost and Soap were at his side. Ghost’s hand rubbed against his back comfortingly as Soap bent down so he could see Roach’s face. “Let me help you, Bug.”

Though the idea sent warm embarrassment flooding through his system, he allowed Ghost and Soap to help him gently remove his shirt from his body. He noted the way that Soap’s breath hitched when he finally got a look at the extensive injuries covering him. He also noted the quick glance that Ghost and Soap shared with one another, though he couldn’t identify the meaning of it.

“Alright,” Dr. Sanchez caught his attention as she stepped up to him, an alcohol wipe in her hand, “This may sting a bit.”

Roach nodded to her and tried to prepare himself for the burning sensation that was sure to come. Even with a warning, he couldn’t stop the gasp of pain that left his throat when the Doctor pressed the wipe against one of the scrapes on his arm. 

In a second, Dr. Sanchez’s hand was roughly pulled away from Roach’s skin by a large hand around her wrist. 

“Ghost!” Roach scolded, shocked at the man’s actions. 

“Lieutenant,” Dr. Sanchez spoke nervously, “Please let go of my hand so I can tend to Sergeant Sanderson’s injuries.”

“There has to be a way you can do it without hurting him,” Soap was the one who spoke, his eyes hard as he stared at the Doctor. Roach was completely confused by the behavior of the two men. 

“Boys,” This came from Price, the man pushing himself off of the wall to step cautiously closer to where Roach was sitting, “Let Dr. Sanchez do her job.” There was another moment of silence, Ghost didn’t let go of the Doctor’s hand. After a moment, Price spoke again. “Sergeant, Lieutenant, do I need to have the two of you removed from this room?”

“Captain,” That came from Ghost. The word was more of an acknowledgment than anything as he still refused to release the Doctor's hand, “Roach is already hurt, she needs to be gentle.”

Both Dr. Sanchez and Roach were dumbfounded by that. Dr. Sanchez had been gentle, but there was no way that cleaning our Roach’s wound wasn’t going to hurt, not with how extensive they were. “Ghost,” Roach’s voice took on a scolding tone, “Let go of Dr. Sanchez, she was being gentle.”

Ghost only glanced at Roach before returning his gaze to Price. Price’s face remained neutral as he took in the situation in front of him, trying to pick out the best course of action. Finally, after a moment, he turned to the door to the infirmary. Roach thought for a second that the man was going to leave, but that was quickly dashed from his mind when he noted that he was speaking with someone out in the hall. When he stepped fully back into the room, it was with four other soldiers following behind. Roach’s eyes widened when he realized what was about to happen. 

“Gaz,” Price called, “Help me remove Lieutenant Riley and Sergeant MacTavish from the room.”

Chaos broke out for several seconds, both Ghost and Soap fighting the men who were working to drag them out of the room. It was almost amusing seeing the two large men being dragged out of the room by three men each. Almost. 

When the chaos settled and both Ghost and Soap had been dragged out of the room, it was only Price who re-entered, giving both Roach and Dr. Sanchez an apologetic smile. “Apologies for my men’s behavior Elisa,” Price nodded to the Doctor, “They’ll be punished for their behavior, rest assured. Until we’re done here Gaz and another soldier will stand guard in the hall.” Price took several steps over until he was resting beside Roach, “I’ll stay in here if that’s alright.”

Dr. Sanchez only nodded, a mix of amusement and fear remaining on her face from the interaction that had just occurred. “Of course,” She picked up a new alcohol wipe, “let’s get you cleaned up Roach, before those two break down the door.” She gave him a good-natured grin and Roach gave her an apologetic smile in return. 

Most of his wounds hadn’t been too painful to have cleaned, but then Dr. Sanchez had moved to his shoulder. “Alright, I’m going to go ahead and warn you, this is going to suck,” She gave him an apologetic glance, “I have to rotate your arm to see what I’m dealing with and if this is dislocated, we’re going to have to pop it back in place.” 

Roach winced, “That sounds terribly painful.”

“It has been known to make people pass out,” Dr. Sanchez grimaced, “But if that is it, your shoulder will feel a million times better once we do that.”

So the woman had gently lifted his arm and begun to rotate it, watching not only his arm but his face carefully. Roach, trying not to scream and potentially make Ghost and Soap cause a riot, had gripped onto the closest thing next to him, that thing happened to be Price. 

He’d given the man a short apology but Price was quick to respond with, “S’alright, do what you need to.” Roach hadn’t let go of his arm. 

After a few minutes of painful rotations, Dr. Sanchez gently set his arm back down, a serious look on her face that told Roach everything he needed to know before she could even start speaking. “Good news is, you were right. Bad news is, it’s dislocated.”

Roach let out several expletives that earned an amused glance from Price. After calming himself, he asked, “Okay, what do we have to do?” 

Dr. Sanchez made her way back over to her workstation and pulled out a mouth guard, quickly bringing it over to Roach, “You’ll want to put this in,” she started moving behind him, “It’ll keep you from biting off your tongue and breaking a tooth.” Roach took a deep breath before slipping the guard into his mouth, “Alright, I need you to relax. You’re going to feel my hand on your arm and on your shoulder.” He tensed slightly when he felt her touch on his arms, but soon forced himself to relax, “I’m going to give you a countdown, then we’re going to snap it back in place. Okay?” he could only nod and try to prepare himself. “Aright. One, two-” She quickly jerked his shoulder, a pop filling the air as his entire body lit up in pain.

His shoulder felt like it was on fire and he could see black dots dancing in his vision for a few seconds. He could hear a concerned noise from Price and the man was forced to catch him as he slumped forward from the pain. It wasn’t until a few minutes later when his mind came back to him that Roach realized he’d started crying. He slowly pulled back from where Price had pulled him to his chest for stability, the older man meeting his gaze with clear concern as he took several ragged breaths. 

“You alright?” Price asked after a moment. Roach only nodded in response. 

He removed the guard from his mouth, “How bad was it?” 

Price grimaced and there was suddenly a bang on the door to the room and Roach could hear shouting, “Well, let’s just say you screamed loud enough that I’m sure Gaz is having a hell of a time right now.” 

There was a high-pitched yell followed by several words that Roach could only barely make out as Scottish. The screaming stopped for a moment before, clear as day, everyone in the room could hear Gaz yell, “Ghost, put down the knives!”

Roach would later blame his laughter on the pain. 

“We should get you a wheelchair, you shouldn’t be walking right now.”

Roach rolled his eyes, “Soap, my arm is injured, not my legs,” he gave the man a look, “I can walk perfectly fine.”

“I still don’t think you should be out here,” That came from Ghost, the quieter man in his place on the other side of Roach. 

Roach turned to him, “I’ve told the two of you already, I’m not actually going to be doing any sort of training outside of running. And again, my legs are perfectly fine, it’s just my arm.”

Ghost gave a low hum that had Roach’s ears turning red. All week he’d been privileged to all sorts of hums, grunts, and huffs from both Soap and Ghost. It usually didn’t affect him, but on occasion, the two would let out a noise that nearly sent Roach into cardiac arrest with the tone. It was rather embarrassing for him, so he’d tried his best to ignore it. 

He cleared his throat, “What the two of you should really be worried about is whatever punishment Price is going to have for you today,” he shook his head, “I still can’t believe that you guys pulled a knife on Gaz.”

Soap waved him off, “Price has probably already forgiven us. He was just as worried about you as we were.”

“Yes,” Roach responded, “But again, he didn’t pull a knife on Gaz.”

“It was a small one,” Ghost said simply, as though that would change anything. “I didn’t threaten him, only pulled it out.”

Roach gave a small chuckle at that, “Oh I’m sure he’ll believe that.” 

“Just you wait and see Roach, Price won’t say a word about it to us today.”

Price did in fact say a word to Ghost and Soap about their behavior both to Gaz and the Doctor. In fact, Price said several words, very very loudly. 

He chewed both Ghost and Soap out in one of the most terrifying displays that Roach had seen from the man. He and Gaz shared a grimace as they stretched in prep for training, they both knew that the men needed to be talked to, but they couldn’t help but feel bad. 

By the end of Price’s rant, both Ghost and Soap looked like defeated children who’d just been scolded by their parents. It was almost comical to see from the two large men. After another moment of, much quieter, talking between Price, Soap, and Ghost, the two men were taking off in a run and Price was headed over to where Gaz and Roach were waiting. 

“What are you making them do?” Roach asked as he watched both Soap and Ghost disappear around some of the buildings. 

“Five times around the base,” Price answered, “followed by resistance training.”

Gaz let out a low whistle at the same time that Roach winced, “You’re certainly not taking it easy on them.”

Price shook his head, “No doubt if I do, they’ll do it again. I can’t always show favoritism to you boys.” His voice dropped into something lower and dangerous then, “Keep that in mind, yeah?”

Roach and Gaz shared a nervous glance before nodding, “Yes sir!” They certainly did not want to deal with Price’s wrath.

“You both look miserable,” Roach noted with amusement as Ghost and Soap joined him at the entrance to the cafeteria. 

“I feel like I could pass out at any second,” Soap whined, “Those five laps around the base nearly killed me.”

Ghost didn’t look much like he’d been affected, but Roach could see the slump in his shoulders that typically meant the man was tired, “I almost had to carry him on the last lap.”

Roach snorted, “I tried to warn the two of you.”

Soap slung an arm around his shoulder, “No need to rub it in, Bug.” He started guiding them into the cafeteria, Ghost following at their side.

“Have you at least learned your lesson?” Roach asked, amusement still clear on his face. 

Soap scoffed as he guided them to a table and muttered under his breath, “I’ll teach you a lesson.”

After a moment, Roach was being pushed into a seat at their usual table, his eyes rolling as Soap told him to stay put. “You know I thought I might get my own plate today,” he started to stand, “Since the two of you are so tired. I don’t want to add anything onto you.”

He was gently pushed back into his seat by Ghost, the man leaning down for a split second to whisper in his ear, “Nice try, Bug.”

Roach felt his face go red as he watched Ghost and Soap make their way toward the line for food. He could feel a tingle on his neck where Ghost’s breath had hit. 

Roach had been told he’d have to go on leave for at least a month and a half due to his injuries. He’d been a little annoyed at the fact that he’d have to be off for so long, but he understood. He’d expected to be by himself for the majority of that month. While he was permitted to sit in on meetings with the 141 and watch any training the group did, he wasn’t allowed to participate unless it was something that he could do without his arms. This meant that when the team took off on another mission or was doing extremely rigorous training, he would be by himself. He also didn’t think that the team would come to see him outside of those few interactions. He was very wrong. 

Soap and Ghost had practically moved into his room after the first week, both of the men spending hours by his side and demanding that he not even lift a finger while they were there. It had been rather endearing to Roach so far, if not maybe a little annoying. It also meant that he was spending more and more time with the two men, and with that time came several interactions like the one he’d just had. 

Soap would run a hand across his arm affectionately and Roach would feel that touch on his skin for the rest of the day. Ghost would give a rumbling groan when woken up in the mornings and Roach would hear the noise ringing in his ears for hours. It was getting to be a bit much for him to handle. 

It was like messing up his shoulder had turned his daily life into both his own personal heaven and hell. He had the two men who set his heart racing doting on him nearly all the time, and yet he wasn’t allowed to wonder. He couldn’t let his eyes linger for too long, he couldn’t let his mind focus on the things they did or said for too long because he knew it would only make him fall for them more. And he knew he could never have them. 

The other downside of the two spending more time around him meant that he’d been seeing a lot more of their interactions again. The soft fleeting touches, the looks, the words spoken lowly into each other's ears when they thought he wasn’t looking, the kisses.

For the first time in months, he found himself ruminating on memories from his first life. 

As usual, Simon was the dominating force in his memories. His mind supplied the images of soft blond hair, dark brown eyes, and a hard exterior that would give way to his soft touches. He often found himself thinking of the mornings they used to have together when he would wake up warm and sated in the arms of his Simon. 

He thought about those mornings when the sun would hit just right and cast a halo into Simon’s golden hair. He thought about the way he would trace the scars on Simon’s face with his finger, gently memorizing them with his touch and following behind his movements with a soft kiss. He thought about the haze that would take over his mind when Simon would rumble out his name tiredly and pull him into his chest. He thought about how much he missed that. 

It certainly hadn’t helped to see similar behavior between Soap and Ghost. He always found himself feeling guilty when he would watch them interact, feeling as though he was interrupting a moment that was just for them. 

There was also the guilt that came with the mask. He hadn’t really thought much about it until he woke up in the middle of the night to see Ghost sleeping with his mask still covering his face. It was that sight that made him realize that he still hadn’t seen this new Ghost with his mask off. On one hand, he knew it was probably a good thing. There was no telling what he would do if he saw that face that invaded his dreams again. On the other hand, Roach felt the mask to be a painful reminder of what he had lost and that barrier that would remain between himself and both Ghost and Soap. 

His current situation had only become more of a problem as his memories invaded his dreams again. It had been difficult to explain himself the morning he woke up from one of those dreams and had taken several minutes to realize that he wasn’t actually back in his first life with Simon. He’d lied to Ghost and Soap about having a “nightmare” where Soap was the 141’s captain instead of Price. The two had gotten a good laugh out of it and it provided Roach with enough time to steel his face and bury his emotions. 

He did the same now, as Ghost and Soap returned to the table, plopping a plate of food in front of him. Soap had a wide grin on his face as he sat, Ghost taking his spot next to him at the table. “Roach I need you to settle something.”

Roach raised an eyebrow at him, “Okay?”

“Ghost says that I snore. I do not snore.”

That genuinely brought Roach back into the moment, all painful thoughts of his first life temporarily gone as laughs wracked his system. “Soap you definitely snore.”

There was an offended gasp followed by a chuckle from Ghost, “Told you.” 

Soap gave another gasp, “I do not snore! The two of you are fucking with me.”

“You definitely snore,” Roach took a sip from his drink, “Being honest, Soap, it’s pretty bad snoring too. All loud and demonic.”

“Sounds like a pig sometimes,” Ghost chimed in as well. 

Soap smacked his arm and sent a glare to both Ghost and Roach, “Oh you just wait,” he said when he noticed Roach still giggling, “I’ll get into the bed with you tonight and snore right in your ear. We’ll see how I snore then.”

Roach tried to ignore the heat that flushed his system at the idea of sharing a bed with Soap. “So you’re trying to make my recovery even harder?” 

Soap spent the rest of the meal trying to convince Roach and Ghost that he was quieter than a mouse while sleeping. Neither Ghost nor Roach believed him.

“Thanks for this, again,” Roach said nervously.

The man in front of him only gave a chuckle, “It’s no problem, I understand how hard dealing with these shirts can be while you’re hurt.” 

Roach shuffled back and forth on his feet, watching the man he’d approached undo the buttons on one of his shirts. The man was an American, likely on one of the spec ops teams that made their home on the base, similar to the 141. He was dressed in a more casual uniform and had been loitering around one of the den areas by himself when Roach approached. 

The other members of the 141 had been away on a recon mission for the past few days, and though they were supposed to return sometime that day, Roach was in need of help at that moment. He had a scheduled meeting with a Laswell and a higher-up on base that day, it was supposed to be a review of the safe house setup so that they could get an idea of what they could improve for next time. Despite the rather informal and simple topic of the meeting, he was still expected to show up in uniform since it would be a higher-up he was meeting with. 

Unfortunately for him, and any other person on base, the button-up shirts for the dress uniforms were an absolute nightmare to deal with. Often times the button holes were too small and the buttons had to be forced through. The shirts were also quite stiff, making the whole thing a general nightmare for Roach, whose arm was still useless. 

He’d hoped to wait until the 141 had returned to maybe get the help of Gaz or Price in dressing himself, the idea of Ghost or Soap buttoning his shirt for him embarrassed him too much for him to even consider their help. Now though, he was an hour out from his meeting and the team still wasn’t back.

He’d tried to work with the shirt himself, but after almost ten minutes of trying and only one button undone, he decided he would need help. That’s what led him to where he was, standing in one of the den areas on base with a total stranger helping him get dressed. 

The man, Westbrook as his tag read, was being very nice about the whole situation, a small smile on his face as he diligently undid the buttons on the shirt for Roach, “You’re pretty quick with that,” Roach dared to say after a moment, “I’m actually super impressed.”

Westbrook laughed, “There’s a trick to it, just gotta find the right angle and the thing goes through like butter,” He looked up at Roach as he finished with the buttons, “Come find me once your arms better and I’ll show you.” He shot him a playful wink and Roach gave a small laugh.  “Alright, let’s get you into this thing, yeah?”

Roach nodded and, with Westbrook's help, he started the process of carefully taking off his sling, his arm still groaning in protest at the movement. It still hurt, but was noticeably better than when he’d initially messed the thing up. Once that was off, then off came his shirt, and the top button of his dress pants was undone so he could tuck the button up into them. 

Westbrook helped him get the shirt over his shoulders, gently smoothing it out as they went through the process. After that came the sling back on. “Is that too tight?”

Roach shook his head, his gaze moving away from his sling and back towards Westbrook who was looking at him in concern, “No, it’s good. You’re pretty good at that.”

Westbrook gave a huffed laugh, “I’ve helped my teammates with my fair share of shoulder injuries, I’d be more surprised if I wasn’t good at it at this point.” He stepped up closer to him, the proximity between the two causing Roach to flush for a moment as Westbrook started working on the buttons on his shirt. “I noticed your accent, where are you from?”

Roach tried to ignore the way the man’s knuckles would occasionally brush against his skin, “Oh um,” He paused to right his mind before telling Westbrook which state he was from. 

“Oh shit, really?” Westbrook gave a chuckle, “I’ve got family there. We used to spend the summers in the area.”

“Really?” Roach asked, excited, “I haven’t seen anyone from around there in a while. I’ve spent so much time around Europeans lately.”

Westbrook gave a chuckle, “Hey did you ever eat at Chuck’s?”

Chuck’s Barbeque was a local place in his hometown. The owner of the small restaurant, Chuck, made some of the best food Roach had ever had in his life, just the thought of it made him hungry. “Oh my god, yes!” 

“It’s so good!” Westbrook let out a little groan before muttering, “I miss that place so bad.”

Roach let out a short huff and nodded. He realized then that Westbrook was already almost done with the buttons on his shirt and added, “God you’re so good at that. I may need to have you do it again.”

Westbrook chuckled, “Of course. Come whenever you need to.”

Both Roach and Westbrook jumped away from each other suddenly as the door to the den was thrown open with a bang. “Soap? Ghost? When did you guys get back?” Roach hurriedly tucked his shirt in so that he could button his pants once again. 

“What was going on in here?” Came the question from Soap, the man eyeing Westbrook with suspicion. 

“Who’s he?” Came the question from Ghost. 

“This is Westbrook,” Roach motioned to the man, “He was just helping me since you guys weren’t here.”

“Since we weren’t here?” That came from Soap, the man’s eyes going wide. 

Roach raised an eyebrow at him, “Yeah, I probably would have gone to Price for help, but you guys were on a mission.”

“You would have gone to Price?” Ghost crossed his arms across his chest and a dark look crossed his face. 

Nodding, Roach motioned to his shirt, “Yeah, guys this thing was so hard and stiff, I wasn’t gonna be able to handle it on my own.”

“So you just asked a total stranger to help you? And you’re satisfied with that?”

Roach shook his head, completely lost on why Soap and Ghost both seemed so upset with what was happening, “With my shirt being buttoned up? Yes, I am pretty satisfied with it.”

There was a pause before Ghost asked, “Your shirt?”

“Yes,” Roach motioned to his uniform, “I couldn’t get this stupid shirt on without help. What did you two think we were talking about?”

Ghost and Soap shared a sheepish glance before making their way into the room and beginning to guide Roach, “Nothing, C’mon we’ll help with the rest.”

Soap looked over his shoulder at the chuckling American soldier, a glare on his face at the amused look the man was wearing, “Thank you for helping our friend Wetcook.”

“It’s Westbrook,” Roach looked between the two men confused as they led them out of the room, “Thank you for your help!” He called to Westbrook as Soap and Ghost continued to maneuver him away from the man and out in the direction of his room. 

Roach’s face was a pleasant sort of warm and his mind a pleasant sort of fuzzy to go with it. 

He was now only a few days out from when he was supposed to get his shoulder checked again. It was his appointment to see if he would finally be allowed out of the sling and back onto active duty. 

Over the past month and a half, he’d been dealing with Soap and Ghost being almost like shadows with how closely they were monitoring him. If he needed help, the two would be there at his side in an instant. If he didn’t need help? Well, that didn’t matter because they’d be there to help anyways. It had been rather endearing for the first week or so, the two men being so protective that Roach couldn’t help but be flattered. But after a month and a half of healing, he expected the two men to have mellowed out a bit or at least let him do more things for himself. He was very wrong. 

Instead, it was like the two men had only grown more protective and more worried as the month continued. And as the two continued to practically baby him, Roach had grown more and more annoyed with the two. 

He loved them, he really did, but he didn’t need their constant supervision and he could certainly still do things for himself. So it was no surprise to anyone that he’d begun to snap at the two men. It was nearly a daily occurrence for people on the base to see Roach yelling at Soap, Ghost, or both of them for one reason or another. 

Most often it would happen at training or in the cafeteria. Soap and Ghost would try to get Roach to sit out training for some reason or another and within the next few minutes Price would be stepping in to pull a cursing Roach away from the two men. The cafeteria was equally bad, with Soap or Ghost refusing to let him get his own food. Numerous times he’d simply waited until the two had gone up to the line for food before b-lining it out of the cafeteria to find Gaz to take him out for a meal. Getting off base was the only way he knew how to get any time away from the two men who were smothering him with affection.

“I love the two to death,” He’d confessed to Gaz one day as the two were sitting in a restaurant, “But I really just need some space at this point.”

Gaz chuckled lowly, “I don’t know that you’re going to get that until that sling comes off,” He paused for a second, “And even then, you may have to show off in training for the two to let up.”

Roach let out a groan and buried his face in his hands, “Between this and the two of them threatening Westbrook a few days ago, I just have no idea what is running through these two’s minds.”

Roach had run into Westbrook a few weeks after the incident with his shirt and the man had, rather nervously, informed him that Ghost and Soap had both been watching him rather ominously for several days, typically while Ghost would be sharpening one of his knives or Soap would be cleaning one of his weapons. Roach had been mortified and apologized to the man numerous times. He’d also yelled at Soap and Ghost rather loudly the next time he’d seen them. 

“C’mon,” Gaz tilted his head at Roach, “You really can’t think of a single reason that these two are behaving like this?”

Roach squinted at him. He wracked his brain for any possible reason that the two could have for how they were behaving and, despite Gaz’s knowing look, he came up with nothing, “Nope, I got nothing.”

Gaz shook his head, an amused look on his face, “Absolutely helpless, the three of you.”

Roach had grilled him for the rest of the meal on what that meant, but Gaz had refused to say another word on the subject. It hadn’t helped with his mood. 

The worst part about being so angry with the boys was that after nearly a week of dealing with his anger, Ghost and Soap had figured out an almost surefire way to snuff his anger out, for at least a little while. It was embarrassing for Roach to have the two manhandle him down onto the bed, but it was even more embarrassing for him that being coddled between the two for hours was able to not only extinguish his anger but also was the quickest way to put him to sleep. Soap and Ghost had, naturally, taken advantage of this little discovery. 

That day Roach had gotten mad at Ghost first, the man had tried to stop Roach from attending that day’s training session, muttering about how it was “too hot outside.” Roach, upon hearing the reasoning, had promptly pushed past the man and marched outside, his face fixed into a neutral glare. 

Then he’d gotten mad at Soap when the man had tried to spoon-feed Roach. It wasn’t even Roach’s dominant arm that had been injured. Roach had cursed him out in the middle of the cafeteria, much to Gaz and Price’s amusement. 

Then came the icing on the cake, when both Ghost and Soap had hidden all of the weapons Roach kept in his room, insisting that it was dangerous for him to be handling the weight in his condition, even if it was only to clean the weapon. 

“You did what?”

“We’ve just temporarily moved them,” Ghost said, as calm as could be under Roach’s glare.

“Were you in a fever when you did that? What the hell!”

“Listen,” Soap started, “They’re too heavy. You’re going to mess your arm up so Ghost and I are going to take over care of them for you.”

If possible, Roach was sure his face went even redder, his mouth twisting into a scowl, “Are both of my arms missing or something? I’m not dying, I can take care of myself!”

“We know that,” Ghost responded.

“Do you?” Roach responded, “The two of you have been babying me for the past month and a half! I’m tired of it.”

“You’re hurt,” Soap shot back, his voice hard as he stood from his seat and started towards Roach, “You need rest and we’re helping.”

“The elevator don’t quite reach the top does it?” Roach bit out, “I mean how stupid do you have to be to think that I can’t do something as simple as clean a weapon with a dislocated shoulder!” Roach continued on, laying into both Soap and Ghost. Between the anger clouding his brain and his quick venting of his frustrations, he didn’t notice as both of the men started making their way over toward him. He only noticed when the two were already there. “Don’t you-!”

Roach didn’t get a chance as within a moment Ghost was lifting his struggling form into the air and carrying him quickly over to his bed. Soap was slightly ahead of them, quickly finding his place on the bed and laying down, a blanket opening beside him. 

Ghost carefully set Roach into Soap’s arms where the man immediately wrapped his struggling form into a blanket. A moment later and Ghost slipped into the bed behind Roach, the two men squishing Roach between them in an annoyingly pleasant cuddle pile. “Calm down Bug, just go to sleep.” Ghost muttered into Roach’s ear. 

Roach cursed the two for a moment longer, still struggling for a few minutes before he finally gave up. His body stopped moving and he let out an embarrassed huff before burying his bright red face into Soap’s chest. “I don’t understand you two,” he muttered after a moment, embarrassment at how easily he’d been sedated still flooding his system. 

He could feel the vibrations of the chuckles from the two men around him and forced himself to ignore the fluttering feeling that ignited in his chest. 

Both Price and Gaz had made a point to check in on Roach’s well-being, but neither of them had been as over the top with it as Soap and Ghost. Gaz had been almost compulsively bringing Roach fast food from off base, always ensuring that he had something to eat. Price had checked in every day and made sure that Roach wasn’t over-exerting himself, but he also knew that Roach could handle minor things himself. 

With Soap and Ghost, it was like the two were looking for any and every opportunity to coddle him. 

After another moment of silence, Roach muttered, “I’m still mad at you both.”

Ghost was the one to respond, an affectionate lilt to his voice, “We know Bug, we know.”

Prev: Part 6

Next: Part 8

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[re-stitch]

I got shot how is everyone else doing this afternoon

#JR #Alright I got grazed by a bullet but it still counts #Bastard

[writingsbychlo]

love-hate relationship | bucky barnes

word count; idk it’s 120 bullet points so

summary; bucky is pretty sure he hates you, but, he could be mistaking those feelings.

notes; look, I really don’t know what this is. but, I think you’ll like it. sometimes I just come up with shit like this on the spot ad roll with it, so, treat yourself, ig.

warnings; none, really? well, mentions of cheating, but thats it.

okay, so bucky doesn’t really like you at first

in fact, he pretty much hates you

but you’re sam’s friend and you start having something on and off with steve

so you’re always around

you’re annoying

he doesn’t like your sense of humour, you’re way to peppy for him, and you always just seem to be around

he thinks you’re bossy and that sometimes you tease steve about not being adjusted to the modern world but it offends him too

and steve seems to like you for some reason, so he gets kisses to ease the joke but bucky gets nothing

he just gets mad

so, he pretty much just tolerates you

because, you know, technically you haven’t done anything wrong

and yeah, alright, you’re a damn good cook and baker so you bring a lot of food and treats around

but you just don’t fit into his life

he doesn’t have a place for you

you make him think of everything he isn’t

you’re always wearing some kind of fancy outfit

you never seem to be upset, you’re always just as bright as goddamn sunshine, which he really hates

“it’s like she has no off-switch for happiness. sometimes I wanna’ be moody!”

so he simply tolerates you

but then, during one of the seemingly off periods, right before yet another break-up, a little friendship comes

he would never call it that

but it happens

because bucky catches steve texting sharon

and he gives him an earful for it

“don’t be such a punk. if you’ve got a girl, no matter how annoying I find her, at least treat her right.”

and, of course, a few days later, steve does break up with you

for what he thinks is the third time?

he really hopes it lasts

even if he does feel something in his gut when he watches you walk away with teary eyes

he’s talking to nat when he finds out the next thing that makes him feel guilty

“she bought such a pretty dress, and she was so excited, and now she won’t go, not even when me and wanda offered to ditch our dates and go stag with her.”

he’s not really sure what possesses him to do so

maybe it’s seeing sharon later that day in a dress store to buy a fancy dress while he’s getting his afternoon coffee

but he texts you, and asks if you’ll be his date to the party

besides, maybe then you’ll feel obligated to stick by his side, and at least he won’t be totally alone when he sulks in a corner

when he picks you up, he really does feel a little breathless

he can’t really help the “woah, you- uh, well, you look beautiful.”

he lets himself dance with you, hates to admit that he even has some fun

but he sees how miserable you are

and that sharon really doesn’t treat steve right

so he does his bets to get you both back together

it works

a very strained friendship begins

he finds you a little less annoying

but maybe it’s just because while drunk he confessed sometimes you talk to much, he needs to think about what you said, and now you slow down, and try not to be quite as chatty

and maybes it’s because after two shots, you told him that you know he doesn’t like you, you can feel him glaring all the time, and he felt guilty

so he tries to glare less

when you come on your first assignment with them, it’s not so bad

and then you start coming on multiple

he lets you in a little bit, because you’re damn good at your job and you’re actually kinda funny

when you mumble darker jokes that steve disapproves of into the comms

and shit, there’s a while different side of you he never knew

you’re all sunshine and rainbows because steve is

you take a bullet, not a big injury, just a shot to the arm

it’s a graze, just a couple stitches and you’ll be fine

bucky still gives steve an earful about it, because had bucky been the one closest to you, there’s no way he’d have let that happen

“why do you care, she’s fine, and you used to threaten to shoot her yourself.”

“those were jokes, an- y’know what, punk? I don’t have to explain myself. she’s my friend, and you let her get hurt.”

one night at sam’s family’s late summer bbq, he catches something he really wishes he didn’t

everyone is drunk, a little asgardian liquor really helped out, and down by the docks, he finds steve

kissing sam’s cousin

“we’re gonna’ break up anyway, we all know it! she’s been different lately.”

“she’s been better, lately! maybe it’s just because she’s finally starting to fit in!”

“I’ll sort it, alright?”

sorting it means breaking up, again

which apparently came as quite a shock to you

because there you are, at his apartment three days later

with tear-filled eyes and you’re asking him if he knew

and he can’t lie to you

he doesn’t know why because you’re just a friend

so why is it killing him so much to see you like this?

but you don’t scream and yell at him like he expects

no, you just fall into him, and let him walk you into the apartment as you cry

so you share a couple of beers, and he tries to talk you through it

at just past three in the morning, he has his arm around you

and he’s tucking your hair behind your ear and whispering

“you’re gonna’ find someone better, okay? you’ll find someone great. someone who deserves you, someone you don’t have to break up with every five minutes because something feels off.”

and you try to kiss him, because, okay, maybe he can see how intimate it had gotten without him realising

he hates how embarrassed and self-hating you look when he turns you down

“god, I-I am so sorry, that was so stupid of me, fuck, I should go.”

“no, it’s- just don’t feel bad, alright. you’re on the rebound, you don’t want me, I don’t want you to do anything you’re gonna’ regret.”

but it hurts him to say it and the way you look at him makes him melt

he lets you sleep on the couch

you’re gone by morning

and he’s so fucked, because sam finds him sitting on the couch with the blanket you slept under staring at a blank TV screen at midday

“thought we were going for breakfast, what happened, man? why didn’t y- was (Y/N) here? that’s her perfume. couldn’t ever miss that-”

“it smells good. really good.”

“yeah, I never said it didn’t, but-”

“I can’t like her. right? no. she’s so preppy and way too friendly and pretty an- no, fuck. no. if I like her, shoot me.”

sam makes a finger gun and says “bang. you’re shot. ready to go get food now?”

and it kinda hits him like a tonne of bricks

the worst part is that it’s so wrong

you’re his best friend’s ex

you only ever did right by steve, but he couldn’t do that to his friend

could he?

maybe just a little bit?

no, no, definitely not

so he backs right off

but then, at dinner with sam and steve, he kinda has enough

because steve is talking all about his latest date and how much better his new girl is

it’s an argument. a big one.

they yell at one another

he says somethings about steve pre-serum that were maybe a little out of order

he definitely deserves that black eye

bucky leaves the damn restaurant

and sam texts you everything that happened

because, sue him, sam liked you, and he doesn’t like having secret coffee dates twice a week just to see his friend because steve dumped you and bucky is pining in misery

you show up at his place

“I brought bruise cream, for your eye.”

he really doesn’t have the heart to tell you that the bruise will be gone within a few hours, and it’s nowhere near as bad as it was, already

because you’re sitting on the couch with him and rubbing in onto his skin

telling him you know exactly what happened when he tries to explain

“I kinda’ wanna kiss you again, but last time didn’t go so great.”

“last time, I was an idiot.”

oh, he fucking kisses you

he really can’t stop, actually

like, he really can’t stop, he can’t let you go, he can’t get enough

“funny way to show you hate me.”

“something tells me I never really did. you annoy me, because you’re everything I always wanted, and steve had the good fortune of finding you first.”

“you got me now, didn’t you?”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes/you #sebastian stan #bucky barnes sebastian stan #bucky barnes marvel #marvel

[spooky-ghosts]

heavy in your arms

part one

you’re sent to belle reve after serving justice to a well deserved foe. you say goodbye to one lover and meet another when you agree to join Task Force X. when your mother goes missing, Rick Flag joins you back to your hometown of Gotham where you run into your old flame, Bruce Wayne.

word count: 1653

warnings: cursing, violence, mentions of wounds, mentions of torture, mentions of oral sex (m and f receiving), fainting. named reader. if i missed any, please let me know. future warnings: this will be a poly!relationship.

a/n: thank you @a-reader-and-a-writer​ for reading this over for me. i appreciate you and i love you. kiss kiss. and to my dear @babblydrabbly​ i’m not sorry for the scene in this that will give you ptsd. and sorry about the cliche song title for the fic, the song fits this brooding trio. oops.

bruce wayne/batman x female reader (Annabeth Arkwright/Anne Arkie) x rick flag

He said it was what was best for you.

“What gives you any right to decide what’s best for me?” You asked him as Gordon stood off a few feet, holding back the accompanying group of the uniforms that were eager to jump on you. 

A frown pulled at the corners of his mouth, a look of genuine remorse on his face. “You knew the cost of what you did.” You scoffed. “You’ll have to pay, just like everyone else.”

You couldn’t argue with him, you knew he was right. Turning to face the cops, you held out your hands, surrendering. As they slapped the cuffs on you and Lieutenant Gordon put a gentle hand on your back to lead you away, you looked over your shoulder and gave him your best smile. “See ya’ around, Bats.”

That was over three years ago and not once has he come to visit you, not that you expected him to. Still, you thought what the two of you had was something real, not just a passing fling to keep his life more interesting, more dangerous. Not that you were as crazy as The Joker or as brutal as the Penguin, but you and the Batman had different ideas on how to deliver justice.

“Double A,” Boomerang calls out to you, pulling you from your thoughts, “you alright over there?”

You grin. “Doing better than you, apparently.” 

His hand clutches his side where a bullet grazed him and he huffs. “Think you can Tinker Bell me all better?”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Y’know, mend me. Fix me up. Heal me,” Harkness snaps. “I’ve got a fuckin’ hole in me.”

Rolling your eyes, you crawl across the hallway, well below the firefight being exchanged between Flag and the enemy. “This isn’t a hole, it’s more like a… gash.” Holding your hands over the wound, energy pours out of you, smoky black with small crackles of white lightning, and stitches the thief back together. “And Tinker Bell never healed anyone.” 

“Nah, but she did mend shit,” Boomer replies.

“I’m glad that we both agree you are shit.” Your grin returns as the cogs in his head turn over that statement and he shoves you away. 

“Can the two of you stop flirting and help?” Rick Flag shouts over the short bursts of his rifle. 

“Jealous, Colonel?” You ask teasingly as you put up a light gray transparent barrier, stopping any further bullets. Boomer stands behind you and hurls two of his glowing weapons down the hall, slicing up the small group, ending the fight.

“We make a great team, doll,” he grins, throwing an arm around you. “How’s about we join up whenever we get outta here?”

Rick moves forward, pointedly pushing his way in between you and Boomer, frowning at the Aussie. “You’ve got a triple life sentence, Harkness, you’re not gettin’ out any time soon.”

“Oi, you don’t need to put a damper on the mood, Flag,” the thief pouts. “Just ‘cause your lady isn’t as naughty as the rest of us doesn’t mean we can’t dream of a life of freedom, too.” He leans forward to look around the still frowning Colonel and beams at you. “Close to earnin’ that clean slate, yeah?”

You lift a shoulder and look up at Rick. “I have about five more missions, right? I wouldn’t call that close.”

“I dunno. They’ll go faster than you think,” Boomer cuts in before Flag can speak. “Say, you never told us what you did to earn a spot in this crazy lil’ family.”

Rick tenses between the two of you. “She doesn’t have to tell-“

“I killed my father,” you state simply.

“Why’d you go and do that?”

Your usual smile falls from your face and you turn to look down the hall, waiting for Harley’s signal. “He was a bad man. He deserved everything that happened to him.”

Harkness whistles and clicks his tongue. “How’d you do it?”

“You really don’t have to answer that,” Rick tells you.

Ignoring him, you reply, “I trapped him in a time loop where I had his skin flayed and his limbs chopped off. Just before he died, the loop would start again. He lived for three weeks in that hell, until the Bat came and interrupted. The loop ended and he fell apart right there in his beloved office.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” the thief gasps. “What in the hell did he do to deserve something like that?”

There’s three flashing lights at the end of the hall - the signal. “He made me.” You give Rick a spare glance before setting off towards the target.

“You do realize that you’re dating another crazy one, right?” Boomer asks the Colonel. “Granted, this one isn’t tryin’ to end the world.” He pauses, “Yet.”

Rick glares at the Aussie. “She’s not crazy. And what that asshole did to her…” He trails off, watching you. “I can’t pass judgment. No one should. But she’s payin’ for what she did, just like the rest of you.”

“Alright, boss. If you trust her-“

“I do.”

“… then I do, too,” Digger finishes. “She seems like a good egg, as crazy as she is.” Rick opens his mouth to protest. “Mate, she’s as crazy as the rest of us to be doin’ this shit.” And the Colonel couldn’t disagree.

-

As Boomer said, the five missions go by quickly. You’re released without much fanfare. Waller does her best to intimidate you with the threat of throwing you back into the fray if you happen to ‘mess up again’, which she was sure you would. 

Rick takes you back to his place that evening. “Stay as long as you need,” he tells you. You thank him by a blow job in the shower and he returns the favor by staying between your legs, taking you apart until you’re covered in a thin layer of sweat and whining his name.

You stay for two weeks, enjoying your time with Rick and your freedom. 

The morning of your third week with him, there’s a knock on the door. You’re in the kitchen making lunch as Rick answers it. The soft rumbling of his voice carries through the house, answered by a second male whose voice you recognize. What they’re saying isn’t audible, not over the sizzling of the chicken that you’re frying. 

Then Rick calls for you, telling you that you have a guest. He appears in the threshold of the kitchen. “You’ve got a visitor,” he tells you as his head tilts back towards the front door. He replaces your position at the stove and you find yourself face to face with your family’s lawyer.

“Mr. O’dair,” you greet evenly. “I assume Mother has sent you to fetch me?”

A tall, lanky gray haired man with frameless glasses on his hooked nose frowns at you. “Your mother is missing,” he informs. “You are needed back home immediately.”

The air is sucked out of your lungs and you feel the floor come to meet you as the world goes black.

When you wake, Rick has a cold, wet washcloth pressed to your forehead. He’s clearly worried, exchanging soft words with O’dair until you let out a soft noise and try to get up. “Woah, hey, darlin’, careful.” He helps you sit. “How’re you feelin’?”

“I could be better,” you admit. “Sorry about all the trouble.”

He gives you a disapproving look, “You know you didn’t cause any trouble.” Taking a seat next to you, both turn your attention back to O’dair. “Now, I don’t know what got you all bothered, but if you don’t need anything else, sir, I would like you to come back another time when she’s rested.”

“I’m afraid that I can’t leave without her,” the lawyer insists. “Her mother is missing and as the only heir, there are things that need to be taken care of.”

Rick frowns. “Missin’? When did all of this happen?”

”It’s difficult to pinpoint a time,” O’dair replies. “She was on a business trip to Blüdhaven and was supposed to return yesterday, but she never checked into the hotel.”

“And no one has done anything until now?” Your voice is raised and your skin heated. Rick puts a hand on your knee in an effort to comfort you, but it does little to help. 

“We tried to contact you at Belle Reve, but we were informed of your release. Miss Waller was less than cooperative when it came to where you’ve been staying.” Hearing that only makes your blood boil hotter. O’dair continues over your muttered curses. “The Gotham City Police Department has already started their search for her.” When you scoff, the lawyer clears his throat. “As well as a certain masked vigilante.”

When you stiffen, Rick’s frown deepens. “You’re talkin’ about the Batman? The one that put her away?”

O’dair nods. “Miss, shall I call to have the jet ready?”

“Yeah,” you sigh and turn to Rick. “I’m sorry that I-“

He cuts you off with a soft press of his lips to yours. “You don’t need to keep apologizin’, especially since there’s nothin’ to be sorry for. I’ve got a load of vacation time saved up, Imma call Waller right now.”

Taken aback, you stare at him with wide eyes. “Rick, you don’t have to come with me.”

“No, I don’t have to,” he shakes his head. “I want to. Give me a few minutes and we’ll start packin’ up, alright?” He stands up and pulls his phone out, nodding to the both of you before he heads into the next room to make the call.

“Does he know?” O’dair asks.

You shake your head. “It didn’t mean anything anyway,” you reply. “But this,” you motion to yourself and in the direction Rick went, “does, which is all that matters. I’d thank you for not bringing anything up, as well.”

“Of course, Miss.”

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[cjsinkythoughts]

It’s All in the Perspective

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 4491

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Gun Violence, Minor Character Injury, A Peek at Angry Bucky, Explosions (if that’s a warning), Mentions of Stevie (I really miss him, guys)

A/N: So! Here it is! Part 4.3! After long hours of laboring and slaving away - kidding, kidding. I had a bit of trouble with this part, not gonna lie, because there’s a lot of feelings I wanted to try explaining. To do that, there’s a little sort of twist at the end that, once I decided to put in, made the chapter much smoother to write. I wasn’t happy with it at first, but now I’m satisfied.

There’s a lot of things happening in this one; it’s longer than I had anticipated because of the little snippet at the end I added. It’s got a few scene-for-scene things, but I kinda blew past it just to get to the characters’ emotions and stuff. Plus writing action like the shipping yard scene is hard when you’re not focusing entirely on that scene, which I wasn’t.

You’ll notice that the last little bit with Ayo (the Wakandan) isn’t in this. That’s because I couldn’t really find a way to fit it in and I’m assuming it will fit in better with next week’s episode.

Not beta’d, so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you wonderful people for reading and commenting! I enjoy hearing your opinions and what you like about the show and the series! Enjoy the final Part for Episode 3 and stay tuned for an announcement tomorrow about the One Shots I’ll be doing in relation to this series!

FATWS MASTERLIST

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!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

You and Bucky kept sneaking glances at each other as you walked through the dock, weaving between the different colored shipping containers with Sharon leading the way. Every time you caught his eye, his ears turned red and he looked away, scanning your surroundings. Not that you were any better, immediately turning away when he turned your way.

You almost kissed him. Fuck. You couldn’t let that happen. He was your friend. Your teammate. He was the best friend to the man you fell in love with, who just so happened to be your best friend. Your best friend who left you. Your best friend who you promised you would watch out for Bucky. 

Bucky…who you also fell in love with. Whether or not it was because of Steve, the fact of the matter was: you loved him. You loved both of them. And you’d never loved anyone like that before. And one left. And the other was trying to navigate through his shitty life. And you weren’t any better. Which is why, you decided in that moment, that no matter how much you wanted to - and holy shit did you want to - you wouldn’t pursue. 

Yet. Maybe. Ugh! When did feelings become so complicated?!

When you started having them.

You silently grumbled to yourself, shaking your head clear. You had to focus and be in the moment. Now was not the time to sort out what to do about the suddenly rising emotions towards the cerulean eyed brunette currently burning with you with a gaze you refused to return.

“Alright.” Sharon stopped, making the group stop as well. “He’s in there. Container 4261. I’ll keep an eye out while you guys talk to Nagel. But hurry; we’re on borrowed time.”

You each grabbed one of the earpieces she held in her palm, slipping it comfortably in your ear. “I’ll stay back with you.” Sharon went to talk, but you cut her off. “I’d feel better knowing it’s not just you out here.”

She pursed her lips, before nodding. “Alright. If that’s what you want.”

“Doll-”

“I’ll be fine, Buck.” You insisted, checking your gun to make sure it was loaded. Bucky stayed quiet, nodding in begrudging acceptance.

You and Sharon headed off as the boys went towards the storage unit. “Just like old times, huh?” Sharon raised an eyebrow at you.

You grinned, shoving your gun in the thigh holster she let you borrow. “Let the good times roll, babe.”

“Absolutely.” Sharon winked, before you two split up to cover more ground. It wasn’t long before Sharon announced company and you took off sprinting in her direction.

You got to her just as more thugs approached her from behind, immediately lunging into action.

“Hey, so, we never finished that conversation!”

You grunted as you roundhouse kicked a guy, hooking your knee over his shoulder and pulling him to the ground by the neck “Really?! You wanna do that now?!”

“Sure! I’m not too busy!”

You rolled your eyes at her reply, seeing her knock a guy unconscious before she turned around to knee another one in the face. “What were we talking about?”

“Why’re you holding back?”

“It’s complicated!” You elbowed a guy in the ribs, flipping him over your shoulder and twisting his arm till a sickening crack sounded.

“Because of Steve?!”

“Yes - no! Kind of!” 

Sharon was on the floor choking a guy out as you slammed a guy’s head into a shipping container, pushing him at another guy. “You loved him didn’t you?! And I mean, like in love with him!”

“Who?!” You laced your fingers around the back of his head and brought his face down onto his knee.

“Director Fury!” You gave her a look which she snorted at. “Steve, you dumbass! Who else?!”

“Yeah! No shit I was in love with him!” You ran up the side of a storage unit to do a backflip and land on some guy’s shoulders, choking him out. Before he fell, you rolled off, tripping a guy in the process and elbowing his throat.

“Well at least you’re admitting it now!”

You were hit in the back of the head, thrown into a wrestle with another guy on the ground. You bit his hand, making him cry out, before you headbutted him. 

“You couldn’t even hear his name without having to remind people you were ‘just friends’!”

“We were just friends, Share! You know that!”

You heard her shoot of a gun a few times as you smacked someone in the back of the head with the butt of your gun, trying to save ammo. “You really never did anything about it?!”

“No!”

She glanced at you incredulously from across the way, bodies now littering the ground. “And you don’t regret that?”

“No.” You sighed at her look, relenting. “Yes. Kind of. I dunno. I mean…he’s happy with his decision, and for me that’s enough.”

“But doesn’t it hurt?”

“Of course it hurts. It hurts like hell. But-”

“But you still have him so it’s all good.”

You bit your lip, shrugging. “Something like that.”

Sharon tilted her head, confused. “So why don’t you tell him?”

“I dunno. I don’t think either of us is ready.”

“C’mon. I saw you two earlier. You should’ve just kissed him.”

Rolling your eyes, you frowned when you noticed something missing. “Ah shit. My ear piece. It must’ve fallen out earlier.” You looked around, but Sharon stopped you, nodding her head between a couple shipping containers. 

“Don’t worry about it. Mine broke a little while ago, too. Let’s go get the guys. Tell them we need to leave.”

You nodded and started running with her to the unit Nagel’s lab was in. You followed her around the corner, only to widen your eyes and shove her out of the way. Two gunshots rang out, Sharon catching the guy right between the eyes, while the man’s bullet grazed your shoulder.

“Ow, fuck.” You hissed, hand immediately going up to clamp your wound.

“Dammit! You shouldn’t have done that, you idiot!”

You gave her a look. “You’re welcome.”

Rolling her eyes, she quickly tore off part of your shirt. “Hey!”

“First off, this is my shirt. Second, I’m just making it more of a crop top. Third, it’s your own fault, so quit your whining.”

“Touchy touchy.” You grumbled, wincing when she tied it around your arm.

“Just come on. And hey,” she turned to you as she sprinted with your wrist in her hold. “My advice? Don’t wait. Seriously. I know it must be weird, the whole he’s his best friend, he was your best friend, now he’s your best friend, thing you’ve got going on, but there’s nothing else stopping you. Steve made his choice. And he’d be fine with whatever you choose as long as you’re happy.”

You shook your head. “But Bucky’s still healing-”

“So? He’s already been on dates. I think you’re just using that as an excuse to protect your heart from hurting again. Trust me; Barnes isn’t going anywhere.”

Not able to respond since you were making your way to the guys in Nagel’s lab, you bit your lip, hating that she got the last say in the conversation. She definitely planned it so she would. “We’re outta time, fellas.”

As if things couldn’t get worse Zemo - that fucking snake, you knew he was gonna do something stupid - took out a gun he got from who knows where. You sure as hell didn’t let him have a gun. Before you could stop him, he shot Nagel, your best, your only, lead.

“Goddammit!” You growled as Sam and Sharon restrained him. “You fucking-”

The explosion came next, again happening faster than you could react. Bucky grabbed you and pulled you underneath him, covering you with his body as glass and metal flew around you. With ringing ears, you groaned, squinting your eyes open.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You were vaguely aware of the alarms going off, a red light blinking behind Bucky’s head. You nodded, his worried eyes softening just slightly at your response. “We gotta get out-”

“I know, I know. C’mon.” He helped you up, eyes catching sight of the makeshift bandage on your arm. “Dammit, what did you do?”

“I’m fine.” You pushed his hands off. “Go help Sharon. We’ve gotta move. Now.” He huffed, but nodded and moved over to get Sharon. You tried to see where Zemo went through the smoke, but he was already gone.

You four made it just before the whole thing combusted due to the chemicals in the lab. So much for any evidence or leads.

The moment you got out, you were thrust into a gunfight, rolling your eyes as Bucky and Sam, once again, did their own thing.

“Are they always like this?”

“Usually it’s worse. Wait until they start arguing about who was right.” Sharon gave you an unamused look to which you nodded at, ducking when a bullet whizzed by you. “I know. It’s so annoying.”

Sure enough, when Bucky ran out of bullets, the bickering commenced, making you huff and Sharon shout at them. “Are they serious?”

You shot a few more bullets before your gun started clicking. “Dammit. Unfortunately.”

“I’m out!”

“Me too!”

Another explosion and a person you couldn’t see clearly through the haze caused a distraction for you guys to get away, Sam practically shoving you and Sharon into an open shipping container as Bucky took care of a couple more bounty hunters.

“What happened? Both of your comms went out.” Bucky growled once he came in behind you, grabbing your forearm to study your wound.

“It’s just a graze. Chill your ass down. I lost my earpiece and Sharon’s broke.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed, his voice low with warning. “What. Happened.”

“We rounded a corner, the guy was there. I shoved Sharon, he shot, she shot, I got hit, he’s now dead. Happy?”

“You promised.” He snapped, finger tightening on your arm. “You said you’d save yourself first.”

“Buck, let go.” Grabbing his wrist, you tugged a bit, wincing slightly. “Seriously. Stop. That hurts.”

He blinked, his features slacking and his fingers immediately dropping your arm. “Doll, I-I…fuck.” He turned to go punch through the back wall to get out of the unit you were in.

Before you could respond and tell him it was fine, the Baron himself drove up in a slick blue convertible. You groaned at Bucky’s response to Zemo. “We need him.” God, you were getting tired of hearing that.

“You’re lucky I don’t bash your head in.” You growled at him. 

“If you try that shit again-”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Sam raised an eyebrow when Bucky got into the passenger’s seat with no hesitation, looking at you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but you shrugged and slipped into the back with Sam. Bucky and you always took the back seat. You had ever since the dumb little blue car Steve got.

You hugged Sharon in parting, knowing she couldn’t come with. “Hey.” She looked at you sternly. “Take a leap.”

“We’ll see.” You told her, sitting down and buckling.

“Do better than that, Y/L/N. And get me that pardon you promised me.” She told Sam, pointing at him..

“Thanks for everything.” She nodded, before jogging off in the opposite direction you’d be heading. Sam turned back to the front, an annoyed expression crossing his face. “You’re not gonna move your seat up, are you?”

“No.”

You snickered as Sam shot you a glare, Zemo starting to drive the car out of the shipping yard, away from the chaos.

****************

You collapsed onto the seat in front of Bucky, leaning onto the knee he had propped up against the back. He glanced up at you, face blank, before looking back down at his metal hand he was cleaning.

“Here. Let me see-”

“I got it.” He grumbled, shifting away from where your hands reached for his.

Your eyes widened, stunned at his reaction. “Bucky, just let me-”

“I said no, Y/N.” Your name. Again. You can’t remember him calling you ‘doll’ since before the shipping yard explosion.

“Are you okay?” He merely grunted. You straightened off his leg, swatting his knees with the back of your hand. “Hey.”

He shifted again, planting his feet on the floor. “Stop.”

“No.”

He shot you a warning glare. “Y/N-”

“Stop calling me that.”

“It’s your name, isn’t it?”

“What is wrong with you?” You scrunched up your features in confusion and concern. “Is this about my arm? I told you it’s fine.” You got no response except his eye flickering to your now properly bandaged shoulder. “Why are you acting so weird?”

He shrugged. “I’m not.”

You scoffed in disbelief, jaw dropping. “You’re not.”

“Nope.”

“Fine.” You stood up, brushing your legs off, the bare skin having splotches and smears of dirt and dust. “If you wanna be like that, go ahead. Brood. Be a child. When you’re ready to talk to me about whatever the hell is bothering you, like an adult, I’ll be in the back room.”

You only took two steps before he called out for you. “Doll.” You turned around, an expectant look on your features as you crossed your arms, shifting your weight to one foot. He looked up at you nervously, before looking down and picking at the metal plates of his hand. “I got scared.”

Your features softened, your head tilting gently. “Scared?”

“When you stopped talking. You and Sharon…you were talking. But both of your comms went down around the same time and I…it scared me. I-I don’t get scared anymore. Not the way I did when your voice stopped. I didn’t mean to hurt you…” His voice got quieter at the last sentence, his eyes looking to the purple handprint on your forearm.

“It was an accident, Buck.” You reassured him, settling back down in front of him. “It’s fine. You were still reeling it in from the bar. I know it’s hard for you to judge your strength like that. Steve had problems like that too.” You looked down at the rag he was holding, putting your hand out.

He licked his lips, before handing you the rag. You got off the couch to shift so you were sitting between his legs, his chest to your back. Holding his metallic hand between both of yours, you set to work, gingerly wiping away the grime, picking at the filth that wedged itself between the plates.

“He,” you chuckled, shaking your head at the moment you were remembering. “He accidentally gave me a concussion once when we were sparring. At first it was awesome; he got me my favorite take out and took me to the movies and all that. But then he just started getting annoying. Wouldn’t even let me reach for the TV remote on the coffee table a yard away.”

“Can I ask you something?” You hummed, tilting your head slightly when you felt his chin hooking on your shoulder, giving him more room. “How long did you love him?”

Freezing, you raised an eyebrow and turned to face him. “What?”

“You and Sharon. When you were talking…your comms were on.”

“How-” You swallowed thickly, a lump suddenly forming in the back of your throat. “How much did you hear?”

“Yours went out right after you admitted you were in love with him. Hers went out after you said you were just friends.”

Holding in a sigh of relief, you went back to cleaning his hand. “I don’t really know exactly when it happened. After the Battle of New York, maybe. So 2012, I guess? I dunno. I was getting up from falling for him, though. A few years later.”

“Was?”

“I - yeah. I kind of…fell again.”

He hummed, leaning back, taking his chin off your shoulder and unwinding his arm from your waist. “He’s an easy person to fall for. Hell, I’m pretty sure I had a crush on him once upon a time.”

You chuckled at that, raising an eyebrow over your shoulder at him. “I never said I fell for him again. But, yeah. You’re right.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “You like someone else?”

“It’s…complicated.”

“Oh…” He cleared his throat as you went back to his hand. “Uh…so you don’t still love him? Steve, I mean?”

“He was the first person I really loved, Bucky. A part of me will always love him.”

Bucky fingers twitched in your hold, the fingers on his other hand tapping against his thigh. “You know…he loved you too.”

You sighed, closing your eyes. “Don’t do that.”

“It’s true-”

“He left, James. If he loved me, why would he leave?”

You could feel his hesitation as his next words left his lips. “I-I dunno.” That was a lie. You could hear it in his voice. If there was one person Steve trusted more than you, it was Bucky. Of course he knew.

“Listen, I really don’t want to talk about this-”

“It’s in the notebook.” You bit your lip as Bucky shifted, pulling out the little notebook from his pocket. “He made lists - he liked lists. He made lists of things you said that made him laugh. Songs that reminded him of you. Little quirks you do that he noticed over the years. He missed you every time you went on a mission and prayed you’d get back safely.”

“James, please-”

“He didn’t want me to let you know. But I had to tell you. You have to know. He loved you.”

You let out a shaky breath as he placed the book on your thigh. You stared at it for a moment, before grabbing it and placing it in his left hand, closing his fingers around it and standing up. “I think…I’m gonna go rest for a bit in the back room. Holler if you need me.”

You didn’t wait for a response, moving quickly to the small back room of the plane which you got dressed in only a couple days ago. It only had one arm chair and instead of a door there was a curtain, but you were fine with that, plopping down in the chair and reclining.

Why? Why would he bring that up? Did he hear more than he said? Was he trying to let you down easy before you could even tell him how you felt? Did he get spooked after dancing? After the almost-kiss?

You never thought of Steve in the wrong. After all he’d done for the world in his life, he deserved to be selfish - to be happy. And Peggy gave him that. But why? Why would he leave if he loved you so dearly? If he really did what Bucky said? He wouldn’t. He’s not cruel. He wouldn’t up and leave, without even saying goodbye, knowing how deeply you loved him and feeling the same about you. This was Steven Grant Rogers for crying out loud! He wouldn’t…right?

But Bucky…he wouldn’t lie to you. He wouldn’t tell you that, especially knowing how much you missed the lovable blonde. And you knew his words held at least some truth. Actions spoke louder than words, and as something Bucky said repeated itself in your mind, you started slipping into a memory, your eyes shutting and your breaths evening out.

“He missed you every time you went on a mission and prayed you’d get back safely.”

~

The incessant knocking made you groan, shouting that you were coming and mumbling curses. You barely threw open the door before his worried voice hit your ears. “Are you okay? Were you hurt?”

“Stevie.” You sighed, rubbing your eyes and looking over at the clock on the wall. “Bubs…it’s two in the morning. I just got back, like, an hour ago.”

He shuffled, pink lips in a pout, eyes round and distressed. “I know, honey. I know. I’m sorry. But I heard you got hurt-”

You shook your head, a small giggle of amusement leaving your lips and you lifted your right hand, letting him see the black split holding your ring and pinky fingers. “I jammed my fingers in a door. The doc said I’ll be fully healed in a month at most.”

His eyes darted across your face and down your body, scanning for any more injuries. After glancing at your hands again, they finally landed on your eyes once more. Next thing you knew, you were being held against his chest, his face in the crook of your neck. You hummed softly, running your fingers down his spine, moving the two of you deeper into your apartment so you could shut the door.

“Don’t ever do that again. I gotta have faith in something and if you come home hurt, it’ll be crushed.”

Your eyebrows knit together. At his strange wording. “What’s that mean?”

“It means you have to promise me you’ll stay safe, honey.” He pulled back and held your face between his hands. “Please.”

“I can promise I’ll try my best.” You teased lightly, smiling at him and booping his nose, making him grin, although it was strained. “Why don’t you stay here tonight? We’ll turn on some TV in my room and you can keep me safe while I get much needed sleep.”

That made his grin relax into a real one, his head nodding in agreement. “Sounds perfect.”

“C’mon, bubs.” You took his hand, leading him to your room. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and you’ll catch some zzzz’s too.”

~

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“What the hell was that?”

Bucky turned to Sam, who was gaping at him in utter disbelief, looking from the assassin to the doorway Y/N just walked through. “She needed to know.”

“Buck, she’s been dealing with some shit. And we both know something’s going on that she isn’t telling us. Her “zoning out” isn’t just zoning out, and we know that. She doesn’t need you confusing her even more.”

“Confusing her?”

Sam blinked, his troubled expression falling into a deadpan. “Are you fucking with me? No. There’s no way you’re that naive. Seriously?! Man, c’mon!”

Bucky scrunched up his face. “What?”

“She likes you, man! Everyone knows it!”

The brunette shook his head, forehead creased. “No. No, you heard her, Sam. She’s in love with Steve.”

“Was in love. As in past tense.”

“But-but she said- she likes someone else-”

“Barnes!” Sam threw his hands up, exasperated. “You are someone else!”

“I thought you two were already-”

Bucky pointed warningly at Zemo. “Watch it. Wait, wait-” He turned back to Sam. “But I heard her-”

“Bucky…man…” Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Listen, I can’t tell you everything. I’m not about to break my girl’s trust like that. But you gotta hear me when I tell you she likes you. What do you think almost happened at the party?”

“She - I - it was…an accident?”

Sam spluttered, eyes wide. “An accident? You two grinding and nearly making out was an accident?!”

“Woah! We were not…grinding-”

Zemo hummed. “Hmm…you kind of were.”

Bucky glared at him. “Thin. Fucking. Ice.” He whipped back to Sam. “I just remind her of him.”

“What?! That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard! You remind her of Steve? Yes, granted your both dumbasses, but she knows both of you enough to know there’s quite a few big differences.”

“Wilson-”

Sam held up his hand, shutting Bucky up. “You like her. Yes or no.”

Bucky huffed, looking down at the hand she was holding only minutes ago. “Yes.” He finally relented. “Since the first couple months in Wakanda.”

“Steve liked her. Yes or no.”

He ran a hand through his hair, nodding his head. “Yes. Yes he liked her. I wasn’t lying about that.”

“So explain something to me.” Sam crossed his arms. “Why is it that Steve isn’t here, and you are?”

Bucky crossed his arms, brooding - although he’d never admit it - while staring out the window. “Steve…knew. I liked her. And, yes, he loved her, but he also loved Peggy. So he…”

“He told you to take your chance with Y/N, and he went back to be with his first love.”

HYDRA’s former fist nodded with a sigh. “Something like that.”

“You need to tell her.”

“I can’t.”

Sam groaned. “Why not?!”

“Because!” Bucky took a breath, trying not to shout and alert the sleeping girl in the room over, his ears tuning into her slowed heartbeat to make sure she was okay. “Because Steve has her heart, Sam. The whole thing just…I’m jealous of him. Because he got her first. And then I get mad because he didn’t do shit about it. And then I feel guilty because all the shit he put up with for me and here I am complaining…and then I just get…depressed because he’s not here. I used to be the one who fixed his problems. But after I got out…he’s been the one fixing mine. And I just…I don’t know what to do.”

Sam shook his head, rolling his eyes. “I get it. That’s valid. But stop whining and moping around about it. It happened. And you need to get your shit together. If not for your sake, for hers. Because she lost him too. And she’s probably feeling those exact same feelings.”

“But…she’s his girl-”

“No. She’s not. He made his choice.” Sam nodded towards Bucky. “Now you gotta make yours,  Buckaroo.”

He shot him a glare. “You can’t call me that.”

“Why not? Y/N calls you that.”

“Y/N has a plan.”

“We both know that’s not true, Buckaroo. Hey! That one rhymed!”

Bucky shook his head with a scowl. “I will beat your ass, Wilson.”

Sam scoffed, shoving Bucky’s head playfully. “Stop being a dumbass and tell her. Buckaroo.”

“That’s it!”

Bucky tackled Sam to the ground, Zemo giving them an amused expression before leaving to talk to Oeznik. They were so wrapped up in their wrestling session, they didn’t notice the woman leaning against the wall, tired eyes barely opened as her eyebrows raised, unimpressed.

“Are you fellas done?’

They both stopped, shooting up when they noticed her. “Doll, I-”

She shook her head. “Don’t, Buck. Not right now. I’m just really tired.”

“Did we wake you?” Sam winced.

She shook her head again, yawning. “No. I just needed to use the restroom.”

Bucky couldn’t help the small smile as she rubbed her eyes, stretching her arms overhead, making that ripped crop top ride higher up. She was too cute. And she didn’t even realize it.

“Sleep well, doll. We’ll try to keep it down.”

She nodded, turning and waving over her shoulder. “You two try getting sleep, too, alright? Goodnight, Sammy.”

“Night, cher.”

“Sweetheart?” She peeked through the curtain, tilting her head slightly. “You know I love you, right?”

A small smile quirked up her lips, but it was sadder than the ones his question usually elicited. “As long as you know I love you.”

He nodded, returning the half-smile. “G’night, doll.”

“Goodnight, Buckaroo.”

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[imaginestuffs]

Pity- Loki Laufeyson x Reader

word count:1323

warnings: angst, fluff, very minimal descriptions of injury.

Summary: Reader's solo mission goes wrong and Loki is there to comfort her.

this is my first fic for Loki! I really hope you enjoy it. There will be more in the future and most likely will be better than this seeing as it's a first for me!

(gif not mine!)

“Sitting in your room won’t do you any good Darling.” you heard Loki from outside of your bedroom door. After a tough mission, you headed straight for your room and locked it as soon as you closed the door. You knew that Loki, Thor, or Wanda would come knocking on your door sometime, so you kept it locked.

“I know you can hear me,” he called once again. You were sitting up against the door listening to him speak. The truth is you wanted to be close to him now, but you felt like you would absolutely shatter at the sight of him. He wasn’t on the mission with you, it was a solo mission and so when you came back your three friends were waiting there for you.

They let you have your space for a while before Loki came to try and see you.

“We don’t have to talk about it. I just need to see you, I haven’t seen you in quite a few days and I just want to be with you.” he tried to lure you out of the room with those sweet words he always saved for you.

The shine left in your eyes was the tears that threatened to fall from them. You had bruises covering your torso, and a long cut across your cheek. A bullet grazed your arm and you felt more defeated than ever.

You heard something slide down the door, and could see Loki’s shadow under the door and you knew he sat down. You knew he was stubborn enough to stay there until you opened up.

Knowing that he was willing to stay there and wait for you made your heart clench and your eyes screw shut. Tears stung your eyes at the thought of him caring so much for you.

You covered your mouth but it didn’t cover the soft sob that fell from your lips.

Immediately Loki sat up straighter at the sound of your cry.

“(y/n)? can you let me in. please, I just want to help you.” he pleaded softly with you.

You knew that he would never judge you, but you felt like such a failure because you couldn’t complete such a simple mission on your own. You got the crap beaten out of you for weeks when it only should have taken a day to get the information and get out. Other agents had to come and find you, and so when they found you they saw your weakest side. You were embarrassed, and the pity in their eyes broke you even more.

You didn’t want to see that pity in the eyes of the man you loved.

But, you knew you didn’t want to go without him anymore, so you shakily stood and unlocked the door.

Loki heard the lock click and stood quickly as the door opened. There you stood in front of him, a bandage around your arm, a long gash across your cheek, and the blue and purple bruises peeking out from under your sweater that was bunched up a bit around your waist. His heart broke at the sight of you, but he knew you needed him to be strong right now.

“Loki…” your voice was soft and hoarse from crying. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

You could barely look into his eyes but still, you wrapped your arms around him and let your tears fall. He held you close to him but not tight enough to cause you any pain. He felt your figure shake against him, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your head.

“It’s alright Darling, I’m here. No one will hurt you now.” He tried to console you.

He pulled away just a bit in order to lead you to your bed.

"Come with me," He said softly before guiding you towards your bed. When you got close to the edge of the bed he swept you up and placed you down gently.

Your body ached from the bruises and your eyes darted around the room still not daring to look him in the eyes. Scared of the pity they may hold. You felt cold fingers brush across your jaw and it made you choke on a sob. The touch was so gentle and you haven't felt a touch like that in a while. Touch was something you loved before you were beaten but then it became scary. It made you flinch, yet the feeling of Loki's hands on your face made you cry in relief.

"Darling, will you please look at me? Let me see you." His voice was low and comforting.

He tilted your head upwards and you couldn't help it, you looked into his eyes and saw something you didn't expect. You saw love and concern. Not pity, just love.

"Oh love, what have they done to you? He asked with sadness on his face. You sighed heavily.

"Loki... I-I'm so sorry. It was supposed to be a simple solo mission and I couldn't even do it. I'm usually ok on my own but I don't know what happened. I couldn’t get away. They grabbed me and I fought as hard as I could. I fought so hard. It was only supposed to be one day… they had me for two weeks. They beat me so badly. I was- fuck, I was so scared. I was so scared that I would die there. I thought I was gonna die without seeing you again." You cried. He looked at you, his heart was breaking for you. He stroked your hair gently. You looked at him with pain-filled eyes. "Loki, I thought I was going to die there." You let out a sob.

You, in a sudden surge of confidence, climbed onto his lap. He was stunned by your actions but as he felt you cling to him he held you tightly. "You're home, you're with me. I swear you will never feel that way again. I am with you always." He said with affirmation.

You nuzzled against his neck and tried to calm your breathing.

"I feel so weak. When they found me to bring me home. Their eyes held so much pity. I felt so ashamed. I'm an Avenger. I shouldn't have been taken so easily. Why could I not save myself?" You question sadly.

"Just because you are an Avenger does not mean you can't be hurt. Even Avengers have their worst times, but that does not make them weak. You are not weak, you are the strongest woman I've known on this team. In this world. Don't ever forget that you saved the world and you saved me." You pulled away to look at him. His eyes held a sincerity reserved only for you. You searched his eyes for any signs of falsehood. You found none, and so you slowly leaned in and rested your forehead against his. His cool skin soothed your warm flesh and it made you sigh in relief, taking some of the pain away.

"I won't let them hurt you anymore. I won't let anyone hurt you again." He whispered and it made you shiver a bit. His hands were gentle on your waist slowly slipping under your sweater. "This." He brushed his fingers along your bruised skin. "Will never happen again."

He said before leaning forward and placing a kiss on your lips. You let yourself relax into him and kiss him back. His hands reached all the way around your back and rubbed up and down softly. Your hands reached up to soothingly run through his hair. He pulled back to where his lips still brushed yours and he spoke.

"I love you, Darling." You felt tears run down your cheeks. You knew that he didn't find you weak, he wasn't pitying you, he believed in you, and he loved you.

"I love you too."

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[heyitsjay03]

I saw request we’re open for RE8. Could I please have a fem! reader who tries to get rid of Ethan Winters because he keeps causing distress to her wife, Alcina? Please and thank you.

yes. yes you most certainly can have this.

i have been DYING to write about some alcina x fem!reader for the sole reason being that i have NEVER questioned my sexuality so hard since this damn game came out so yeah.

ps: wrote this in first person hope that's okay!

pps: there is some major plot deviation because.... i felt like it. idk. it fit??

DISCLAIMER: I do not claim to own Resident Evil or its characters or plot. CAPCOM please don't come for me.

here you go love >:)

word count: 1.57k

"Girls!" I call, closing the door behind me. "My darlings, I'm home!" Shifting the grip on the parcel of items from the village, I look around.

Usually one of the girls would've answered by now. Bela is usually here to greet me.

She's probably with her mother.

I shrug off my fur coat, handing it to one of the maids. She takes it and lays it over the back of a chair. I can tell by the large, gnarled scar on her forearm who she is "Marienna," I mumble, staring up the stairway. "...where're the girls?"

Marienna's face pales as she stares back at me. Her mouth opens and closes like a trout. "Well?" I snap, "D'you know where they are or-?!"

A crash resounds down the hallway. Alcina's voice tears from her bedroom, followed by a shuddering sob.

I'm hurrying up the stairs in seconds, abandoning the parcel. My body collides with the door- forcing it open.

Our bedroom is destroyed- the vanity broken to pieces. Alcina's soft hands cling to the golden wood, thumb rubbing against the varnish. Slowly, her eyes trail up to me. A smile nearly as broken as the vanity crosses her painted lips. "...I loved this damned mirror," she mumbles, eyes turning down to the broken pieces again.

"What happened, darling?" I coo, stepping over the pieces to stand beside her. My hand on her shoulder, I turn her face gently towards mine. Tears are streaming down her face- leaving jagged streaks of mascara. "Are you alright? What happen-"

Alcina's body tenses under my touch. Trembling, her grip tightens on the wood. It cracks before being wrenching in twain in her hands. "It was that stupid manthing!" She hisses, standing back up to her full height.

"...what 'manthing'?" I ask, "Your brother?"

Alcina ignores me, leaning back down to pluck one of the larger fragments before throwing it across the room. "He laid his filthy paws on our daughters!"

My mind races as it struggles to understand what the hell is happening.

Manthing.

It's not Heisenberg. He'd never lay a finger on the girls.

Some brutish village slug- that's got to be it.

But why? Why on earth would they...?

It doesn't matter.

As Alcina leans down to grab another bit, I grab her hand. "...are... are the girls okay? Where are they?"

A shuddering sigh passes her lips. "...they're all together," she whispers, wiping tears from her face hastily. "Bela... she was... that disgusting beast, he nearly killed her!"

"What?" I mutter, eyebrows drawing together as I step back. "...what... well is she okay? What happened? Is she going to be alright?!"

Alcina sighs again. "...she'll be alright," her hand wraps around mine gently. "Her sisters found her. Brought her to me."

"Where is she now?," I ask, tightening my grip around her finger. "My baby girl... where...?"

Alcina smiles warmly, getting down onto one knee. Her fingers brush back the hair from my eyes. Tears fall quickly down my face as I realize what could've happened if Cassandra and Daniela weren't nearby. "She's with her sisters," she answers gently. "Resting... waiting for her mother to get back with the flowers and silk from the village."

A cold laugh passes my lips before I sniffle. "...her mother should've been there. Should've never left."

Alcina's face tightens. "You can't blame yourself, darling," she mumbles, turning my chin up so I can face her. "No one knew this... Ethan Winters... would be so hideously vindictive."

I nod slowly, wiping the tears from my face. "...can I see her?"

"Of course, my love," she says, leaning in to press her lips to my cheek. "Of course."

The two of us walk down the halls to the center of the house. 'Safest place for her' Alcina had told me.

She had spoken to me the entire way over here, trying to get me out of my own head.

Bless my beloved wife for trying.

But that name. It just keeps buzzing around my mind.

Images of my hands, covered in thick blood, gripping the handle of a sickle play through my head. The blade going through the jugular of this 'Ethan Winters' and popping out the other side. Him desperate for air, choking on his own hot blood, as he watches me loom over him.

His last words will be for mercy.

His last view will be my blade.

My breath is bated as I watch him stalk through the darkness of the courtyard. In the moonlight, I can see is head is down, eyes wary as he keeps a fair grip on his pistol. The cool air lets me see him regulating his breathing- keeping him steady, keeping his pistol steady.

He's experienced.

My grip on my own weapon tightens as he stops in the gazebo. His eyes narrow as he turns around, his pistol raised. I watch in mild amusement as he whirls around, looking for something to shoot.

He's experienced, yes, but still not experienced enough.

I tug the fabric around my face higher along the bridge of my nose. Gripping my sickle, I balance on the balls of my feet.

Ethan finally relaxes, dropping his arms with his back to me.

A small smile creeps along my lips under the mask. A foolish move made by an even more foolish man.

My body slides underneath the stone railings for the stairs leading into the center of the courtyard. Untucking one of the smaller knives from my belt, I pinch it between two fingers and flick my wrist forward.

The knife goes flying- landing right between Ethan's shoulder blades. A guttural yell comes from him as he spins around to face me. In a blink, I'm up in front of him, nose brushing against his.

I can see the fear in his eyes.

I can't help my smile growing beneath the dark fabric.

Ethan raises his hand, pistol in his palm. With a tut of my lips, I shake my head and stab his hand through with my sickle. "...no, no," I mumble as he continues to scream and thrash against my hold. "There'll be none of that, I'm afraid, Mister Winters."

His teeth gritted, he hisses as my sickle is pulled from the inner part of his wrist. A bitter laugh bubbles up from my gut as he stumbles back onto the floor of the gazebo, now holding the pistol in his shaky left hand. "You can't be serious!" I giggle as Ethan pulls the trigger.

A wet squelch hits my ears as the bullet tears into my stomach. I sigh dramatically, looking down at the gushing hole in my dress. "You didn't think I was human- did you?" I ask, twirling the sickle in my hand.

"Wh- what?" Ethan mutters, eyes fixated on the bullet wound in my torso.

"I'm not," I continue, stepping closer to him as he tries to back away. Another gunshot echoes through the courtyard- the bullet landing in my left shoulder. "Not entirely, anyways."

"What the hell are you?!" Ethan yells, firing three more shots. One in the crook of my neck, one just barely grazing my temple, one lodging itself in my hip.

My jaw tightens as I hurry forward, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him back into the center of the gazebo. "I!" I snap, grabbing him again and gripping his wrist. "I... am the mother of the girl you almost killed!"

I pull another knife out of my belt. Trailing it down his lips, I smile. "And the wife... to a woman scorned." With a single swing, the knife digs into the flesh of his palm and nails it to the gazebo.

Ethan yells in pain. As I step back, his other fist cracks across my face. I stumble back. Grabbing at my cheek, I chuckle darkly. "Oh, Ethan," I coo coyly, grabbing my sickle. "You really shouldn't have done that."

I swing and watch with what could only be described as 'glee' as the blade pierces his throat. Covered in blood, the blade glistens crimson in the pale moonlight. Ethan's choked pleas are drowned out by my laughter.

"Why?" is the only word able to leave his lips without being smothered in a gush of blood.

"Because, Mister Winters," I hum, my nose brushing against his as I watch the life in his eyes flicker. "You should never have touched my family."

BONUS ENDING:

"What is that delicious smell?"

I turn around to see Alcina bending down to peek outside. A smile crosses my lips as I gesture to the mutilated corpse with the end of my sickle. "Dinner, my love," I hum, wiping off the blade with the fabric I had used for a mask. "Sorry it's not the cleanest."

Alcina scoffs and waves me off. "It's fine, _________. I'll just go let the girls know their mother brought dinner...," she pauses, eyes flicking over the gushing body. "...who was that? He smells... familiar."

"Just Ethan Winters," I answer nonchalantly.

"...y-you..." Alcina stammers, eyebrows weaving together and lips pursing. "You... when did you-?"

"He must've been tired," I continue with a small smile. "He was not nearly as difficult a kill as I thought he'd be."

"...I'll... I'll be going now."

"Okay, love," I chirp, "I'll drag him in in a second. Love you!"

Alcina's eyes are still wide, mouth slightly agape as she steps away from the doorway. "...love you too... darling."

can you tell i had a lot of fun with this?

yeah. because i did.

i hope you enjoyed! writing lady d is so much freaking fun i kid you not.

big vampy lady make brain go brr

#lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x fem!reader #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #anon ask #anon #resident evil village fanfiction #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #ethan winters #manthing (derogatory) #had way too much fun with this #it was supposed to be like 500 words tops #it ended up being over 3 times that

[biisexualemma]

tired pt.2. bucky barnes

word count: 2.3k

warnings: violence, mentions of blood

requested: n/a

plot: you get injured during the mission to locate karli

a/n: so this is sort of a part 2 to the winter soldier imagine i wrote! i'm gonna be posting a part 3 soon too, i'm pretty much following each episode lol, this is obviously episode 4, and then next part with follow episode 5! hope you enjoy! i am very much enjoying writing for bucky atm! let me know what you think anyway! (sorry if there are any minor mistakes i cannot read this over again i am tired lol)

pt.1 / pt.3 / pt.4 masterlist

you knew this was a bad idea. any idea that involved trusting zemo was bad. which you had reiterated to your team multiple times now, but here you still were, relying on zemo to get to karli. to top it all off, captain america and his nosey sidekick had found you guys, somehow, and invited themselves to tag along. too much toxic masculinity was floating around in the air when john walker tagged along anywhere, it was suffocating. made you wanna punch him whenever he opened his mouth and that arrogant, condescending tone came out. that, and he was resolved to shamelessly coming onto you whenever he spoke to you. you were sure he only did it so he could feel more in control of the situation. you tried not to let it get to you, but sometimes he was plain insufferable.

bucky already hated walker with every fibre of his being, and he definitely didn't take kindly to his flirting with you either. the only thing holding either of you back from decking walker was sam, and his level head. but you were constantly stealing subtle glances and touches with one another when you could without bringing too much attention to it. you had both decided it would only make things way more complicated during this mission if your relationship was out in the open. there were too many things that could go wrong, you definitely didn't want your relationship to be used against you. so only sam remained in the loop. everyone else was blind to your affection for the super soldier, and his for you.

the blonde haired fraud and his right-hand man, had somehow managed to make everything ten times worse again. you found yourself scouring the building, looking for karli, after mr-i-have-jurisdiction charged into the room where sam had been having a, somewhat productive, conversation with the girl. he barged in there, throwing around hollow threats, like karli would cave and come lightly after everything. he was ignorant and he was an idiot and you could've killed him for screwing up another mission.

you held your gun at arms length, kicking the door open in front of you, edging your way in, eyes scoping the room for any signs of movement. it was empty. you lowered your gun, making your way across the floor to the door leading to the next room. "east wing is clear so far, one last room to check and then i'll circle back to the stair--"

your words caught in your throat as a grunt left your mouth, feeling the blunt impact to the back of your head. you stumbled forwards, clumsily spinning around to see one of karli's super soldiers towering over you, an old pipe gripped in his hand. you quickly lifted your gun to shoot but the bullet hit the ceiling when he swung the pipe, knocking the weapon out of your hand.

you gritted your teeth, your head was throbbing where the pipe had made contact, and now you were weaponless. you ducked swiftly as he swung the pipe at you once again. you dived forwards, trying to catch him off guard and using your full force to tackle him. ordinarily, this would have knocked him off his feet and you would have used the upper hand to locate your gun and seize it before he could recover.

but this guy, unfortunately for you, was far from ordinary. he was significantly stronger than you were.

"all clear, y/n?" sam's voice echoed in your ear through the comms but you were far too distracted by your current predicament to answer him straight away.

"shit," you mumbled under your breath. the man had barely flinched, before switching it on you. before you could retreat, his arms grabbed your torso and you were halted, heaved off of your feet. "i need backup!" you shouted desperately into your comms, hoping one of them would turn up sooner rather than later. his grip was painfully strong as you tried to scramble out of his hold. but, with almost no strain on his behalf, he hurled you across the room, your body slamming into the brick wall and crumpling against the hard floor.

you let out a wheeze, you felt like the air had been knocked right out of you, and you definitely heard something crack. you clutched your side, wincing as you clumsily dodged the blows he threw at you, trying to clamber away from him. you had to pull yourself together, get up and get to your gun before this escalated any further.

you propped yourself up onto your arms, pushing yourself back and away from the super soldier towering over you. "sam, buck," your breathing was laboured as you tried to reach them again, after hearing no response from your initial plea for help. "east wing. i'm unarmed. super soldier with a pipe and a mean swing-- i need backup-- now."

you cringed, sharp pains rushing from your chest the further you dragged yourself away from the soldier. that was when you noticed the gash along his calf, blood soaking his pants. that was your ticket. you waited for him to swing again, dodging it only by a split second, but took your window and kicked as hard as you could at the open wound on his leg. he let out a loud groan, his leg collapsing under the shock of the pain.

you, however, scrambled as quick as you could, onto your feet and ran to the gun sitting on the floor behind him. before you got too far, your legs were swept out from under you as the soldier grabbed your ankle, your face slamming into the concrete floor as you fell. you let out a groan, followed by a soft whimper, blood now pooling from your nose. you desperately stretched out a hand for the gun that was just out of your reach. his grip tightened on your ankle, you felt yourself being hauled backwards before you lunged one last time for your weapon.

your hand clasped around the gun, twisting yourself onto your back, not hesitating to fire at the super-soldier attached to your limb. the bullet fired straight into his shoulder, he let out a shriek of pain, his grip lost on your ankle. you hurried as far away from him as you could on your hands and knees, your breathing shaky and uneven as the adrenaline coursed through you.

you sat still, legs brought up to your chest, your breathing heavy as you watched the super soldier grip his shoulder, trying to stop the bleeding. you held the gun up, directed at him in case he made any more movements. you were panting, your hand moving to your head, wincing as the throbbing pain started to return, and your comedown ensued.

"oh shit," you heard from the doorway. "shit," he muttered harshly, his footsteps drawing nearer to you. you were preoccupied, the pain was spreading quicker now that your heart rate was slowing down. you felt the sharpness in your ribs every time you took a breath in, ringing in your ears growing louder and the throbbing in your nose intensifying as blood dripped onto your shirt.

you flinched when his hand brushed up against yours, your unsteady hands still gripped tightly around your gun. "hey," he whispered, you only just about heard his soft voice echo over the ringing. you noticed the familiar metal hand grazing yours and your grip loosened, letting him remove the gun from your hand. your eyes trailed up to his comfortingly familiar, blue eyes. you let out a soft sigh of relief, cracking a weak smile.

"took your time," you mumbled, teasingly, trying to ease some of the tension you were feeling. you moved your hand to your mouth, blood transferring onto your fingertips from where it had trickled from your nose onto your lips. you let out a halfhearted, tired, chuckle, your face contorting as the pain in your chest intensified. you were relieved that it was over, and that he had been the one to find you. you let out a strained breath, "i'm gonna need one hell of a drink when this is all over."

bucky, however, was examining every inch of you, his eyes shifting all over you, frowning as he found more blood the more places he looked. he watched your hands shake as you touched your lips, the lump grew in his throat. he knew you were trying to make light of the situation, to ease his mind but he could tell you were hurting, a lot.

he moved his hand to your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. his stomach lurched when your eyes met his again, the blood soaking your face was a sight he never wanted to have to see again after today. as impossible as that would be in this line of work. "let's get you fixed up, then we'll see about that drink, alright, doll?" his voice was soft, quiet when he spoke to you. you nodded, reassurance slowly washing over you with his fingers caressing your cheek. his touch was more comforting to you than he'd ever realise.

he dragged his eyes away from yours, over to the super soldier who was still squirming, his hand clamped over the wound in his shoulder. bucky glanced at you for a split second, his expression harder than before. you knitted your eyebrows delicately, noticing the shift in his temper. "wait here," he mumbled, his jaw twitching as he moved away from your side. you felt cold with the loss of contact.

bucky moved to tower over the super solider, his head tilting slightly, not hesitating for even a second as he raised his leg, quickly slamming the heel of his foot against his face. the solider dropped back onto the ground, now unconscious. "stay down," he mumbled under his breath.

"c'mon, we gotta' find sam and zemo first," he ignored your amused expression, helping you onto your feet.

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you'd returned to the hotel room now you had zemo in your custody again. zemo was nursing his headache with a glass of whiskey, sam busying himself with something on his laptop, and bucky had pulled you into the bathroom to help clean you up.

"how ya' feelin', doll?" he quirked an eyebrow at you, positioning you so you were seated, while he hovered over you. he busied himself, soaking a cloth in warm water so he could tend to your wounds. you shrugged, lowering your gaze to where your hands sat in your lap, shaking less now you'd had that drink.

"i'll be fine," you muttered, unconcerned with your well being for now. your mind was swimming with thoughts on how you were going to handle the karli situation. no doubt, walker would be knocking around soon too, just to make things harder for you guys, and probably try and twist the story around to make it seem like karli getting away had nothing to do with him.

bucky wasn't convinced by your answer, but he didn't push you. instead, his hand moved to your chin, using his forefinger and thumb to tilt your head upwards. you saw his jaw clench before he started to wipe away the dried blood from your face. you flinched when he touched the bridge of your nose, recoiling from his touch. "ow, that kinda' hurt," you admitted.

"suck in your breath," he instructed, his jaw stiff as he spoke. "if i don't clean it up now it'll only get worse," you just nodded, doing as he said. you held your breath, biting the inside of your cheek as he cleaned up the rest of the blood (his spare hand moving to the back of your neck to stop you from pulling away). "all done," you let out your breath, your eyes were watery, a reflex from the sensitivity of your bruised nose. "y'good?"

you nodded, letting yourself fall forward, resting your forehead against his stomach, trying to disguise the range of emotions you were feeling. he let out a sigh, his hand still tucked around the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. "you don't have to keep up this act," he spoke after a while. exhausted, you let him hold you up, relaxing yourself against him. "it's just me."

you sniffled, pulling back to look up at him. he felt his chest tighten at the sight of your bruised face, stinging red eyes and pink cheeks. you weren't often vulnerable with anyone, but you were so worn out from everything going on, and bucky was looking at you in a way that made you feel so safe, you couldn't help but let go a little.

"i'm just tired, buck," your voice wavering. he moved both hands to either side of your face, pushing your hair out of the way. he cupped your cheeks, his thumbs brushing against your flushed skin. you relished in his touch, comforted by the warmth he was radiating, soothing you. "this missions been hard."

"i know, doll," he hummed, his gaze softening watching you relax against his palms, your eyelids drooping shut. he gulped. "let's get you clean, then you can get some rest."

you hummed softly. "thanks, buck," he took a step back, his hands leaving your face for a second. you hastily moved your hands to his, stopping him from moving further away from you. "no," your voice came out hushed. "just a bit longer," you pleaded, you weren't ready to let go of his comfort just yet.

bucky simply nodded, moving his hands back to either side of your face, letting your head fall against his stomach again. he raked his fingers through your hair soothingly, holding you for as long as you needed. he was just relieved you felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable with him, it meant you felt just as much for him as he did for you.

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Pairing: Dick Winters x reader (past Ron Speirs x reader)

Warnings: mentions of wounds, two curse words, a bit angsty, nothing too much

Disclaimer: No disrespect for the real men of Easy, i write only for the portrayals in the show band of brothers

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You had lived through most of the war service without getting getting hit and mostly not getting ill. Not counting the one time you had almost freezed your fingers off in Bastogne because everyone almost did. Even the medics. So you thought that in Hagenau, you would be safe, since yesterday the patrol had overpowered the rest of German army over the river.

But yet here you were, laying on the ground with a piece of wood sticking out of your shoulder blade and a bullet graze on top of your shoulder. You got double.

Though you thought you could go on a little longer with the graze wound since you had to escape the little German group that ambushed you and the Easy, you were sure as hell now you'll die from a goddamn piece of wood.

You fell onto the floor right on your stomach and heard a few men screaming around you. But you seemed to be to frozen in over thinking your situation. So you laid there until you heard someone rush over to you and them dragging you away by your suspenders.

You looked at your savior and you saw none other than Ronald Speirs, the man who you called the love of your life a few months ago. He told you to stay awake and you frowned until you felt someone pull the wood out of your blade. You screamed out in pain, or you thought so, the ringing in your ears became louder and louder by each time you blinked.

You didn't hear anything anymore. You only stared at the ground, feeling as medic, presumably Roe, gave you a morphine injection. You felt really tired and you couldn't help it. Eyes were closing against Ron's protests and there was nothing that could stop them. The darkness washed over you in next seconds.

***

You felt warm. And it was nice and calming.

Opening your eyes, you saw dirty ceiling and a few cracks in the paint which meant you were inside. Blinking a few times, your eyes adjusted to the light and you were finally able to see clearer where you were and who was seated beside your bed.

"Dick?" you spoke up in a very quiet voice.

Winters immediately closed the papers he had in his hands and dropped them onto the floor before coming closer to you.

"Hello darling." he sent you a small smile as he took your hand gently. "How are you feeling? Is there any pain? Maybe I should call for Doc-Doc!"

"Dick, you sound like my mother, calm down." you replied a little harshly and quickly apologized. "I'm okay, just my shoulder hurts like hell. No need to call Doc it's normal...How long was I out?"

"About 8 hours."

"Finally got some rest huh?" you tried to joke but you knew Dick wasn't in the mood. He was still very much upset about your incident. "Darling, I'm doing alright, okay?"

"I was so worried about you." he said quietly. "I thought the worst while i should've thought the best."

You squeezed his hand. "It's fine, we all have the worst scenarios in our minds when something happens. But I'm alive. And still quite capable of lot of things."

"Do you need something? Water, blanket-"

"I need to stand up." you cut him off.

Dick heavily protested against you standing up but this is exactly what you did. As your feet covered in socks stood up on the wooden floor in the house, you felt pretty dizzy which made your partner rush over to you and grab your hands in his.

You thanked him and then looked down at yourself. You still wore your pants but the jacket was gone. You were wearing some man's buttoned shirt which was a bit too big for you but nevertheless comfy and warm. It was probably your Captain's spare one.

Dick grabbed a blanket and put it over you, probably noticing the goosebumps that showed up since you discarded the other blankets.

"I'm gonna get you something warmer." he said. "For now do me a favor and lay back down will you? You're still pretty weak."

"I guess you're right Doctor Winters." you responded amused at which comment he rolled his eyes but you didn't miss the small smile that appeared in one corner of his mouth.

You were seated on the bed, hugging the material when you heard footsteps approaching the room.

"Sir?"

You immediately recognized the voice that had echoed in the room. Turing your face you saw Ron, standing in the doorway, eyes fixed on you rather than your partner who was his boss.

"Yes Speirs?" Dick asked.

"I was supposed to inform you if we got anything out of that one German we took hostage yesterday night. He spilled."

"And?" you asked, curious.

"And we now have to face another group like that across the river. They know more than him. He said they stay in the biggest house we can see from our side." Ron replied.

Winters wondered for a brief moment before answering the fellow Captain. "Try to get some more information out of him. If unsuccessful..we'll send a patrol across the river to capture one and clear the rest."

"Yes sir."

***

Speirs didn't miss the way Winters looked at you. He had suspected that there was something between you two but part of him didn't want to believe. Did he really lose you completely? And to who, Winters? He couldn't believe it.

He was looking at you for a moment as Winters passed him, after informing that he's leaving to check on the rest. He was looking at you, then noticed you were shivering.

"I'm fine, Dick will get me something warmer." you spoke up first.

"When?" Ron asked.

"I'm fine for now."

He crossed the room, came up to you and pulled out a blanket from his bag. It wasn't as dirty and ripped as any other. He wasn't using it a lot probably. Hot son of a bitch.

He unfolded it and put it around you, helping you get under another blanket as you sat in your bed. He went as far as fixing your pillow.

"That's fine Ron."

"How are you feeling?"

"Like shit to be honest." you replied. You weren't going to lie to him.

Ron nodded at you. "Well, you have every right to be."

Speirs shot you a last glance before turning on his heel, informing you that he's going to see the prisoner.

"It was you that dragged me out of there, right?" you spoke up and he stopped by the doors before looking over at you and nodding again. "Thank you. You saved my life."

"I couldn't leave you there, obviously...You still mean a lot to me."

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It's my first time writing for bob fandom lmao

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