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improbable-outset · 7 months

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📂 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐦í𝐚

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

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𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: kissing, SMUT, PIV sex, unprotected sex, pregnancy sex, nipple play, cum play. MINORS DNI🔞🔞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’re not the only one experiencing cravings during your pregnancy.

It was the first time Miguel came home to see you in a summer dress during your third trimester. You would usually wear sweatpants paired with a tank top or a t-shirt that would always be too big for you, in an attempt to hide your growing belly.

But now Miguel could see every curve and crevice of you. The dress reached upto your knees with the thin cotton adorned with floral prints, hugged the shape of your body. But the real charm was the ribbon that was added around the waist that accentuated your blossoming bump.

He watched as you bent over the counter top, the fabric tightened as you stretched further and struggled to reach the edge with the wet cloth to wipe down the surface. You huffed while resting your palm on your stomach, a thin film of sweat coated your face, making you glow under the warm kitchen lighting.

After a moment, Miguel finally drew himself closer to you, his hands gently gliding over the soft fabric of your dress as he placed them on your waist. You hummed inquisitively, acknowledging his presence. The faint smell of disinfectant and soap lingered from your skin as your eye bore up onto his.

“¿Qué pasa, amor?” It was easy for him to get lost in the sweetness of your voice, especially hearing you talk in Spanish. Even hearing you curse angrily, the feistiness with the edge you’d carry in your tone was still attractive. He could already see you after giving birth to his child, after hours of labor and pain and you’d still mumble soft words of affection to your baby’s ear that cradled in your arms.

“Your dress.” He simply replied back, his hand trailing up to reach the spaghetti straps that rested on your shoulder, looping his finger beneath the string.

“You like it? I thought I’d treat myself to one of the dresses from the maternity clothes section today.” You seemed unaware on how radiant you looked right now, especially with your bare arms catching a kiss of the setting sun.

“It’s phenomenal on you.” he murmured, his lips grazing your ear with his soft exhales ghosting over your soft neck. He knew by the shift in your gaze, his compliment didn’t reach you completely. He turned you around so you finally faced him, his hands on your belly.

The impending arrival of your child has brought with it subtle signs of motherhood and visible changes in your body. The stretch marks that accommodated the growing belly, the ever-present sheens of sweat and the swelling of your feet that made it hard to walk sometimes - these were all part of your everyday reality until the big day arrived.

Although you were both amazed by the life growing within you, you couldn’t help but feel unattractive which Miguel wasn’t surprised by. You were never obsessed with your appearance but these changes were bound to make you feel a little more self-conscious. However, the dress you were wearing was a hopeful sign.

Miguel found the connection you shared more profound now more than ever and he continued to remind you that you were carrying his child which made you more beautiful to him as well as the journey you were sharing.

He hooked his finger under the strap again, this time dragging it down your shoulders until the top of the dress hung loosely over your breast and did the same on the other side.

“Miguel…” you breathed but it sounded distant and it didn't fully register in his mind. His focus was solely on the straps that fell completely off both arms, the dress slipped off the top now exposing your breasts. Watching them grow along with your belly made Miguel’s libido flare.

Carefully, he cupped his hand over one, grazing his thumb over the hardened nipple. He knew you were more sensitive now so he handled your chest with care. The barest touch would have you whimpering. He heard your groans as he kept fondling with your breast, a sharp exhale leaving your lips.

Gentle.

He watched your dress loosely cling over your swollen stomach. He knew it wasn’t going to fall to the floor so he tugged the fabric and pulled it over your head before he lifted your bare body on the countertop.

“¡Ay Miguel! Not here. I just cleaned the counter.” You scolded lightly, but the grip you had on his biceps contradicted your protest. You wanted it as much as he did.

“I’ll clean up the mess after. Just let me have you now.” He was already tugging your undies, feeling the pool of your arousal staining the fabric.

“You’re unbelievably needy, you know that?” You watched him as he kneeled down to reach your cunt, your belly now blocking your view.

“I don’t see you complaining, querida.” He purposely breathed heavily over your clenching cunt, making sure you felt the hot air from his mouth in an attempt to tease you. Your hand feebly reached around to his hair, running your fingers over his locks in a silent plea to continue. Your other hand leaned against the counter behind you.

His tongue ran over your folds before reaching your swollen clit. He attached his mouth and started sucking on the sensitive bud, keeping a firm grip on your thighs. You tasted different now compared to when he ate you out before he knocked you up. Slightly sweeter than before. He could feel you tugging on his lock and attempting to pull him in closer to your cunt. But he was more firm and he wanted to take his time with you.

As he pulled away, a few strings of saliva were connected from your fold to his lips that he quickly wiped away. His cock was painfully hard behind his digital suit and he was sure you already noticed.

With a few taps on his watch, his suit disengaged, each pixel fizzled out in cobweb shapes.

Both your elbows rested on the counter as you locked your gaze onto him. He loomed over you, hands on the counter and leaning in before his lips found yours. The kiss was soft and sweet but carried a depth of emotions. He felt your swollen belly press against his torso as he leaned in closer, deepening the kiss. Breaking away from your lips, his gaze fixated on you as he brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear.

So soft.

He held onto your waist and pulled you in until his cock was inches from your cunt. Pre-cum was already leaking from the tip and twitching in anticipation. Slowly, he pushed himself in and felt your walls caress each inch of him. You were already throwing your head back, one hand gripping onto his arm to steady yourself.

He could feel every pulse from his cock rubbing against your silky walls and flesh, squeezing him just right. Your body swayed helplessly over the countertop, taking in every thrust from his hips. He groaned as he was lost in a haze, completely aroused by how your wet cunt was pulling him back in greedily with each withdrawal.

Finally with his peak crawling up to him, he made sure he reached in deep, but not too much that he’ll hurt you. He felt a sudden rush from his cock as his seeds spilled inside of your swollen womb, reaching every crevice and coating your walls.

With a shaky breath, he pulled out of your dripping hole. As expected, his seeds didn’t stick, instead leaked out of your folds, spilling onto the counter. The post-nut clarity he was experiencing nearly made him forget his promise of cleaning up his mess.

“See why it wasn’t a good idea fucking me on the counter.” You quipped, smearing your fingers over his cum that continued to spill from your folds. Miguel groaned, his senses were coming back to him now and he could feel the newfound frustration settling in.

“Cállate.” He mumbled while grabbing the wet wipes from the shelf. “You’re lucky I had to be gentle with you, amor” he lowered himself and kissed your thigh before cleaning up the surface.

“Next time, we’ll stick to the bed.”

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slytherinshua · 1 month

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FISH ≠ HUMAN

genre. fluff. sickfic. warnings. reader is sick (only headache/nausea is mentioned). donghyun is trying his best </3 pairing. leehan x fem!reader. wc. 423. request. no. a/n. written just quickly for @blue-jisungs bcuz whenever my friends are sick i feel compelled to write them sickfics bcuz like well... they deserve it :( so i hope this makes you feel a bit better and get well soon my baby <33

“You don’t think that… fish antibiotics would work, would they?” You heard your boyfriend call out from the bathroom, shuffling through the cabinets for the medication that he swore he had. You wanted to laugh, but that would lead to another coughing fit and you really couldn’t handle that right now.

“I’m not a fish, Donghyun.” You mumbled quietly, closing your eyes again.

“What was it that you said you needed? Ibuprofen? I only have fish ciprofloxacin, though…” He muttered the last part quietly, taking one last onceover of the shelf before giving up. “I think I’ll have to go pick something up at the store. Do you need anything else? Anything I can do before I go?” He asked a little awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

It was clear that your boyfriend had no idea how to treat human sickness once it proved to be different than treating his fishes. He knew what to do if one of his corydoras had fallen ill— isolate the fish, clean the water regularly with antibiotics and methylene blue when needed, even apply some topical disinfectants when needed. But when it came to his girlfriend, he was almost clueless.

He knew the basics; making sure you got lots of sleep and drank water or tea. But he didn’t have any medication to give you or any other expertise in the area. You were lucky that Donghyun didn’t have a busy schedule for the next couple of days.

“Just get the ibuprofen… my head is killing me. Maybe some ginger tea? My nausea still hasn’t gone away.” You asked softly, and Donghyun nodded.

He crouched down, feeling your forehead again. He placed his other hand on his own forehead, trying to differentiate the two, but from his furrowed confused eyebrows, you were guessing he couldn’t tell. You pushed his hand away, urging him silently to go out to the store.

“Right, sorry.” He frowned. He kissed your forehead quickly before leaving, promising to be back with medication, tea, and anything else he could find at the store.

You sighed once you heard the front door close, your eyes drifting over to the fish tank in the room, watching the little creatures swim around in their seaweedy home. You smiled. You knew your boyfriend was trying his best, and you appreciated his willingness to get you what you needed. He cared about you just as much as he cared about his fish— but he still had a lot to learn about taking care of another human.

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theendisneat · 4 months

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Arranged Marriage [pt.1.3 (The In-Between)]

Pairing: Zhongli x gn!reader

Warnings: Mild blood, mild sexual content, injury, semi-graphic depiction of illness

“Why is it so difficult for you to dodge?” You muttered, stitching another of your husband’s wounds. “I mean, you’re a martial god, your prowess is second to none, yet you couldn’t dodge the very visible spear heading your way?”

The stab wound on Morax’s side was already beginning to heal, you could tell, but your hands needed something to do to cover their shaking. You settled for cleaning and disinfecting the wound, stitching it up and slathering it in salve before wrapping gauze tightly around his abdomen.

“The spear was not entirely visible-”

At the sight of your unimpressed stare, Morax fell silent.

You sigh, finishing the bandages. You move to stand in front of him, tenderly cupping his face, bringing his forehead to your own. “Honestly, it’s almost like you go looking for fights that present a struggle. With how little you care about your own well-being you’d better be happy that I learned the medicinal arts. Just because you’re a powerful being does not mean you should be tanking damage!”

His hands fall to your waist. You felt his clawed fingernails dig into your sides. “I will abstain from being so careless next time-”

“Next time?!”

“And I will train proficiently in dodging to avoid this scenario from repeating.” He said it with such determined assurance you couldn’t help but sigh, your eye twitching from stress.

“I suppose that’s the best I can ask for. I’m not even going to bother with ‘be more careful’.” You poked his nose, his eyes crossing to focus on your finger. “But you’re not going into another battle until that wound is completely healed, and you better not try to speed it up! I’ll know.”

“That is acceptable.” His hands circle your waist bringing you into a hug, his head resting on your shoulder, nuzzling the crook of your neck.

You stood between his legs, arms crossed as you refused to hug him back. “I am still mildly annoyed at your recklessness, why do you think you get cuddles?”

“Because no matter how angry they are, my spouse always relents to cuddles.” Morax muttered, almost petulantly.

“You are very lucky this situation was not worse.” You grumble but relent, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and bringing him closer. With his chest squished to your own, your necklace tapped between, you could feel the slow thumps of his heartbeat.

It’s a quiet morning. The surrounding gardens of you and your husband’s abode sway with a pleasant, cool breeze. Flowers tremble, leaves dance. The water rustles ever so slightly, the little fish swimming in slow loops, playfully chasing after each other.

A blanket is spread beneath you, soft and thick, padding your knees and you kneel behind your sitting husband. Your fingers brush through his hair, detangling it from the top of his head to where it falls to his waist. Your hand goes to the pile of little flowers by your side, carefully, you chose one and braided it into Morax’s hair.

He sat still as you continued, flower after flower, until his head looked like an avant-garde mess of petals and intricately woven braids. Thin strands of hair you couldn’t tie back fell to frame his face, softening his sharp, draconic features.

“Very pretty.” You murmur absentmindedly from behind him, and he felt something swell within his chest. A light dust of pink coated his cheeks and didn’t restrain the smile on his lips.

“Stay away from me!” His voice was low, a shaking, snarling, timber. His lips were pulled back over his sharpened teeth, eyes slitted and bright gold. The small horns that normally rested on his head had branched out like antlers, the tips as pointed and deadly as a dagger.

He was crouched over, his hands pressed against the ground and legs behind him in a distinctly inhuman, animalistic position. Brown scales with a gold shimmer came in patches along his bare torso, a whipping tail of similar color with a puff of gold fur at the end sprouting from just over the waistband of his pants.

Something had happened out in the field, what, you didn’t know, but it left your husband stumbling home, unable to keep his cool, practically exploding with rage as he walked through the threshold. At first you were thoroughly startled, flinching when a bang echoed throughout the house and Morax fell to the ground in your living room, writing as if in pain.

Now you stood a few feet away from him, a tight curl in your chest. “Morax, just tell me what’s wrong, let me help you.”

“Get away!” He growled. “It’s an enhancer! It aggravates all my primal instincts as a dragon.” He groaned, his forehead falling to rest against the cool floor. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous Morax! If your primal instincts are being enhanced, don’t you think that as your spouse you’d feel protective towards me instead of angry? The fear of hurting me and the irritation towards the situation are clouding your mind. You need to calm down.” You sit on the ground, your legs crossed, and wave your hands. “Come on.”

He hesitates for a moment, his eyes gleaming unsurely, but relents and crawls over, his claws making little indents in the floors. You hold your arms out and he slots himself in your lap. His head goes over your shoulder, something you’re glad about as it keeps the antlers out of your face, his arms around your waist, and his legs hanging over your thighs.

His breath is heavy, hands shaking, and you know he’s trying to keep any lingering anger under control, trying to funnel the emotion into protectiveness, joy, anything that would keep him from harming you.

You buried one hand in his hair, gently scratching his scalp, and the other went around his waist so you could hold him close. His chest rumbled with aggravated growls and his hands were tense from trying not to dig them into your delicate flesh. “I’ve got you.” You whispered soothingly. “I’ve got you.”

“Sing… for me.” He managed to choke out, his heavy breath hitting your neck. “Your voice… it helps.”

“Morax, you know I’m not a good singer.”

“Please.” You looked down to see his head resting limply against your shoulder, nose pressed to your neck, with wide, blown out eyes. He looked miserable, uncomfortable, and almost… scared.

“Alright, alright.” You tilted your head so it was leaning on his. “My love, my love, my fearless love…”

The dark night sky contrasted greatly with the warmth of your bedroom. Surrounded by dark browns and golds, the warm glow of the candles bouncing off the walls. You and your husbands were wrapped in the heavy blankets of your bed, winter chilling you to the bone.

You snuggled close to Morax, constricting yourself around him like a boa as you attempted to soak up his warmth. But his body was lukewarm at best and it seemed that any warmth that existed between the two of you was being given to him.

“Why are you not warm?” You groan. “You are a dragon.”

“I am a reptile, my love. That’s not how my body works.” Your husband mumbles. His eyes drooping and hair splayed across the pillows haphazardly was a wonderful sight and yet you couldn’t enjoy it as a shiver wracked your body.

Finally, having had enough you got out of bed. Going to the kitchen, you filled several cylindrical glass bottles full of warm water and wrapped each bottle of a thick towel. Carrying them all back to bed, you swiftly yanked all the pillows off. Your husband stayed perfectly still, his breath shallow but even, as you secured the bottles around the bed and then covered them in blankets. After tucking the blankets around the bottles and Morax, you shimmied into the bed yourself, sighing contently when you could feel the warmth from the bottles near your feet begin to sink into the sheets.

Snuggling into Morax, you brought one of the many fur blankets up to his shoulder. “Better?”

“Much.” He breathed out.

With that, the both of you were able to fall into a restful sleep.

A flash of green and black smoke interrupted your reading. Looking up from your book, you saw a man you knew wasn’t as young as he appeared. Green hair falling in feathered cuts, golden eyes sharp and attentive, and the stance of someone ready to fight at all times.

He was at your wedding, looking particularly indifferent about the circumstances, but you had never spoken to him directly. Now he stood in front of you.

“Where is Rex Lapis?” Despite being so small and young looking, his voice was fairly raspy.

“Ask nicely.” You closed your book and set it to the side, placing your hands in your lap and looking at him expectantly.

His cheeks fluttered as he clenched his teeth and his eyes narrowed. He gave a shallow bow and spoke, his tone more agreeable. “I’m looking for Rex Lapis, have you seen him?”

You smile. “He’s not here.” Seeing the Adeptus’ eyes flash you chuckled. “But he will be soon, so sit down. I’ll get you something nice.”

Not wanting to disobey orders from his master’s spouse, he kneeled down in front of the low table, his back stiff and face blank.

You went to the kitchen and grabbed a treat you had been saving for yourself, but didn’t mind sharing. You placed it in front of the Adeptus. “Here, it’s not too sweet. Very pleasant. My mother taught me how to make it when she was still alive.”

Hesitantly, he began to eat, his face still blank. “It is good.”

“Thank you. It’s called almond tofu. You can enjoy it while we wait for my husband to get here.” You kneeled down on the opposite side of the table and once again, picked up your book. The atmosphere was quiet, yet not oppressively silent. The both of you enjoyed the quiet time together until Morax came home and looked upon the scene with confusion.

You cried as your coughed up blood, the thick liquid plopping into the bucket that had been placed by the bed. Your body shook, covered in a thin sheen of sweat as your breath rattled horribly in your chest. You flopped back down on the bed, arms too weak to hold you up and the fuzz around your eyes only growing.

Morax was by your side. His fingers threaded through your hair in an attempt to comfort you. He could only watch as his lover fell apart, watch as their body slowly grew thinner, as they stopped eating or moving or smiling. It pained him greatly to see the state they had been brought to because of this illness. He was only lucky that his Adeptus body was not affected by human illnesses and thus could stay by your side with no fear of contracting it himself.

You rolled over, and even though it felt like it had taken too much energy, and draped yourself over Morax. Despite being sweaty, and at risk of coughing up blood again, your husband didn’t push you away, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close for you to soak up the coolness of his body.

“Morax… Morax… the medicine, when will it be ready?” Your muttering sounded almost delirious, breathy and disconnected. A glaze settled in your eyes.

“Soon, my love. The doctor is saying that this illness is rather difficult to deal with and has to create a new medicinal formula to aid you, but he’s positive that he’ll be able to do it. You’ll be just fine soon enough.”

Clawed hands slid up your trembling legs, slightly digging into the plump flesh. A long, slitted tongue infiltrated your mouth, filling your head with cotton as it explored from behind your teeth to the back of your throat.

Your gasps between kisses were heady and your hands were clingy, nails sinking into the hard contours of his back, his hips grinding against yours. His touch was intoxicating, filling your mind till all you could think of was him.

Even in his neediness, he was gentle, his claws not daring to rip off clothing as he slowly peeled you bare, until you laid before him like a newly bloomed flower. Your face was red, chest heaving with gasping breaths after you had just been kissed senseless. With no time to think, hot kisses, more akin to bites, trailed down your neck, sharp canines teasing you, and you couldn’t but wish they would clamp down and give you a pretty bruise to admire later.

You couldn’t take the slowness. Hooking your knee around his waist, you used all your body weight to flip the two of you over. Now, sitting on his stomach, hands pressing down on his chest, you got a good look at how debauched your husband was. Eyes blown so wide there was only a ring of amber around the pupil. His hair was messy, knotted from your tight grip, and there was a dark blush high on his cheeks.

Your hands trailed all over his body. From his face down to his neck, chest, arms, and pelvis. He was sensitive, you realized, as he shivered pleasantly with each graze of your fingertips, head tilted back, leaving his neck free.

Unlike Morax, you had no reservations about how much your husband could take. While he was constantly worried about harming you with his draconic features, you couldn’t share the same concerns. You sucked harsh kisses to his neck and left your husband mottled with red bruises slowly darkening and little indents from your teeth. A particular bite behind his ear had him moaning, his hands clenched around your waist.

Overcome with adoration, you nibbled on his ear, whispering praises and various forms of ‘I love you’ that had him melting into a pile of goo, a lovestruck smile on his face.

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pholla-jm · 8 months

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The Right Treatment

IMAGINE: THE RIGHT TREATMENT~ LAW X READER GENRE: FLUFF WARNINGS: MENTION OF BLOOD, MEDICAL USE, AND CURSING. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sound of your crew mate’s laughter rang in your ears as all of you walked back to the Polar Tang. “That was a close one!” You hear Penguin shout and the other agree with him. “Woo! I really thought that marine got you there for a second there (y/n)!” Shachi says while giving your back a harsh slap. The simple action caused you to stumble a little bit and you had to hold back the grimace.

Instead, you laughed right along with Shachi, “as if!

Your captain eyed you from the other side of the ship. He knew something was up. He had two reasons to assume something was wrong with you. The first reason was you were covered in a sheen layer of sweat, but you could brush that off as it is hot. The second reason is that you were that ‘ugly’ boiler suit the correct way. Usually, you would have the top half tied around your waist claiming that ‘I have to make something fashionable’.

But no, this time the suit was all the way zipped up. He knew you were hiding something. After a couple of more laughter and jokes about the ‘strong marines’ thrown around, you quickly dismissed yourself. Claiming that you wanted to clean yourself up before you smelt.

Technically you were going to clean yourself up. As soon as you enter your room, you let your composure loose. Letting out a soft sigh of pain, you made your way to the bathroom. You were happy that you got your own room. Slipping off the boiler suit, you threw it to the corner of the bathroom, making a mental note to clean it later. You then slipped off the black tank top only leaving you in your undergarments.

You clicked your tongue as the gash among your side was revealed. The extra movement causes a fresh trickle of blood to leak out of the wound. You quickly grab a washcloth to compress the wound. While you held it there, you grabbed all the tools you would need to fix yourself.

Once you gathered everything you needed, you removed the cloth. Happy that it stopped the bleeding. You grabbed another washcloth, making sure this one was damp. You cleaned up the area so you could see what you were working with.

“Ugh.” You mutter as you look at the semi-deep wound, “I think butterfly stitches will do.” You grab the disinfectant, unaware of what was going on the other side of your door.

Law had eyed you as soon as you left the small group. He knew something was up, but he decided to give you a few minutes so he could catch you in the act. With an annoyed sigh, he also dismisses himself from the group. To which the crew pay no mind, seeing that they were used to this. The walk to your room wasn’t long. When he reached the metal door, he leaned closer trying to see if he could hear anything. The only thing that could be heard was some slight movement here and there.

The sudden thought entered his mind. What if you were naked? He didn’t want to seem like a pervert. But he also wanted to see if his assumption was right. He decided to play it on the safe side and knock lightly on your door.

You didn’t respond. He took it as a sign for him to walk in anyway. When he opened the door, he took note that the light wasn’t on. The only source of light came from your bathroom, which was wide open. He walked towards the bathroom, eyes going wide at the sight in front of him.

There you were, only in undergarments as you strained to wrap your torso.

“What the hell are you doing?” Law’s voice cut through the silence.

The sudden voice caused you to jump slightly and turn to see your Captain. You blinked a couple times, trying to process the situation. When it finally clicked you let out a little shriek, trying to cover up by crossing your legs and arms. The sudden movement caused you to flinch in pain- hoping that the gash didn’t leak.

“What the fuck? Don’t you know how to knock?” “I did knock. You didn’t answer. I was worried something was wrong… and it looks like I was right.” He says while eyeing the gauze you wrapped around your stomach. You scoff at his words, “well. I took care of it. Problem solved.” “Last time I checked, you’re not a doctor.”

You didn’t even have time to get out your next words because Law had ‘Room and Shambles’ the both of you back to his medic bay. The cold air in the room, immediately made you tense, and you hug yourself tighter trying to savor any warmth.

“Lay down.”

From the tone of his voice, you could tell that he was annoyed. With a sigh, you lay on the medic bed. Hoping that it will provide some warmth. It did not.

You didn’t both looking over to see what Law was doing. But the next thing you knew, you felt a blanket drape over your lower half. “Thank you.” You softly mutter and just stare at the ceiling.

You hear snipping of scissors and your felt the gauze become loose around your torso. You heard a sigh from Law. “What’s wrong?” You ask. “Did you really think butterfly stitches were going hold this together?” He asks. You could tell in his tone that he was annoyed, and it started to feel worse about this situation. “You should’ve just come to me in the first place.” “I’m sorry… I didn’t want to be a burden” “If you didn’t want to be a burden, you should have gotten it treated right!”

The sudden snap caused you to shut your mouth. You didn’t want to argue with him. And honestly, you hated it when he yelled at you. So, you sat there with a small pout on your face as he continued to work on your gash. Law didn’t miss this. Seeing your expression tugged on his heart strings and he almost felt bad for making you feel this way. But in his defense, it was your fault. In his mind, if you went to him first then he wouldn’t have snapped at you.

“At least you disinfected it. You did something right.” He continues to talk, hoping that it would uplift your mood. “When a cut is at least a half inch deep, then you need stitches. This cut is almost an inch deep.”

“I don’t like needles.” Is all you say causing the man to roll his eyes. “You’re not scared of knifes and swords, but you’re scared of needles.” “Yes,” you answered like it made complete sense.

Another sigh came from Law making you think ‘Law sure sighs a lot’. “I’m going to numb the area.” He says and you hear him rummage around a bit.

You take a glance at the needle, immediately grimacing at the thought of that piercing your skin.

Law notices this and takes ahold of one of your hands. “It’ll be okay. You’re just gonna feel a slight pinch.”

You didn’t respond, just turned your head so you wouldn’t have to look at the needle. You felt Law squeeze your hand a little, followed by a slight pinch- just like he said. You let out a small whine, a shiver going up your spine at the feeling. You really hated needles…

“It’s okay, darling. The hard part is over.”

Law released your hand so that he could start working on your stitches.

You were glad he numbed the area because you were sure you would have cried at the feeling of needle piercing your skin over and over. You didn’t look over what he was doing because you knew you would’ve freaked out.

While Law was working on the stitches you started thinking about Law’s last sentence. He called you darling. And the way that he was holding your hand. If you weren’t in pain, you probably would have teased him for being so mushy with you. However, you liked it at this moment. It was a side of Law you have never seen, and you definitely wanted to see more of it.

“Okay, (y/n)-ya. All done.” You hear Law say and you finally look over. The wound was finally closed- held together by neat black stitches. Definitely a better job than what you did.

It was silent between you for a few moments, until Law spoke up again. You could tell he was feeling a bit awkward, but you didn’t mind.

“I just want to tell you that you’re never a burden (y/n)-ya. If there’s anything that you ever need, just come to me, okay? I promise you; you could never bother me.” “Thank you, Captain.” You whisper with a slight blush on your face. You never knew that Law could be so kind. You were too worried about your own blush that you didn’t notice the slight red tinge on Law’s ears. “When it’s just us, you can call me Law.” Your eyes widen at his words, “okay... Law.” His name felt weird coming out of your mouth. But it was something that you could get used to.

Law’s lips upturned a little. “Get some rest. I’ll grab you an extra pair of clothes.” He says as he walks out of the medical bay. You just nod your head at him and grabbed the blanket to cover yourself up properly.

As soon as the metal door closed, Law put his hand on his chest. Feeling his racing heart. “What a nuisance.” He mutters to himself.

He wondered to himself; just what was he going to do about these pesky feelings?

#one piece #oneshot #trafalgar law #law x reader #law x y/n #law x you

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squishi-bunni · 5 months

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Sean Diaz x Reader Oneshot:

Kitchen Counters

This is a request from @happy-sad7. They requested this back in September lmao - sorry that it took so long to do! Hope you enjoy it :)

warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni fem!afab!reader, teenage Daniel, Blood Brothers ending.

“Hey Sean! Y/n!” Daniel yells from the front door, “I’m going out to the market. You guys need anything?”

Sean looks at me questioningly; I shake my head. “Nah! Just what we need to refill the fridge.”

“Alright! I’ll be back in a few hours!”

“Don’t be out too late!” I tell him.

“I won’t! Bye!” Daniel slams the door behind him and runs down the driveway. I hear the car start, and he drives off.

I get up from the couch and stretch. “I’m going to cook dinner with what we have left in the fridge,” I tell Sean.

Sean smiles at me. “I’ll join you, mi vida.”

We get to the kitchen, and as I reach for the rice in the upper cabinet, I feel Sean’s arms snake around me. I smile, melting into his touch. His stubble tickles my neck as he leaves soft kisses on my skin.

“We don’t get as much alone time in the house…” he says, kissing my ear. I shiver from the contact.

“Mm… yeah. It’s summer break, so Danny’s home more often.” I lean more into his body, letting him press up against me.

“Can I tell you something, Y/n?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

I nod.

I chuckle. “I’m wearing these because it’s hot, baby.”

“Those little shorts of yours have been driving me crazy all day…” His hands venture from my waist to my thighs, grabbing at the supple skin.

“Yeah, but you also look hot.” He continues kissing my neck.

I turn around, wrapping my arms around you and kissing you hungrily. “Do you intend to fuck me eventually instead of just teasing me?”

He smirks. “I fully intend on fucking you.” He picks me up and places me on the counter. “Right here…”

“Sean, this is where we prepare food,” I scold.

“I don’t care. I’ll just disinfect it later and it’ll be fine,” he says. He kisses me hungrily, lips against my neck and fingers digging into my thighs.

I moan softly, unable to control it. “M-mm! Sean… the bedroom isn’t that much of a walk from here, we can—ah!” He lifts my tank top, taking advantage of the fact that I’m not wearing a bra and latching his lips around my nipple.

“I’ll take you right here… we can always just clean up later~” he says. He smiles at me softly.

Desperate myself, I give into his wants. “F-fine… you’ve riled me up enough that I don’t really care either.”

He smiles. “Good…” he trails kisses up my inner thighs, hands fumbling with the elastic of my shorts. He pulls my pants and panties down in a single motion, letting them slip and fall to the floor.

He licks his lips, staring at my dripping cunt. “Oh, amor… fuck you look delicious.” He licks a stripe up my pussy, separating my wet folds. I squeak softly, my hand finding my way to his hair. I feel him smirk against my cunt before diving deeper, licking and sucking on my clit in a way he knows will make me scream.

“Sean~” I moan, gripping at his hair. “Fuck~ Yes baby… that feels so fucking good.”

He groans softly, letting my hand guide him. His hands grope at my thighs, squeezing them to hold me in place as my body bucks against his mouth. He wraps one arm around my waist to hold me in place so he can make better use of his other hand. His fingers slip inside, curling and thrusting up against my G-spot, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge.

“Fuck Sean! I-I’m cumming!” I moan, walls clenching around his fingers rapidly. He lets me ride out my high, giving me soft kitten licks before pulling away from me.

“You always taste so good…” he says, licking my slick off of his fingers. I look down and see the tent in his shorts. My hands reach to pull his pants and boxers down. He smirks. “Impatient, are we?”

“Well, we don’t know when Daniel will get back from the store… and I want to fully take advantage of our alone time~” I bite my lips, pulling him closer.

“True, true,” he chuckles. He pulls my hips forward, positioning himself at my entrance. “I might have to have you later tonight in our bedroom, we’ll just have to be quiet.” He thrusts into me, causing me to gasp.

“That’s usually a bad idea—mmh~!” I grip his shoulders, arching my back from the pleasure. “Both of us are bad at keeping q-quiet…”

He groans against my ear. “I don’t care… I just want you…” He kisses me hungrily, fucking me relentlessly.

“Sean… I’m gonna cum again…” I moan.

His fingers dig into my hips, his groans almost turning into growls. “Mmm… let go for me baby~”

I moan loudly, reaching my climax. My walls clench around his cock, milking him for all he’s worth. “Sean~”

He cums not soon after, dumping his load inside of me. We stay like that, sweaty and panting.

He pulls out, grabbing some tissues to clean us up. I hop off the counter, legs wobbly. He helps me stabilize, getting the both of us dressed. I kiss him, grabbing some disinfectant wipes and wiping down the counter.

“We’ll need to a lot more than that, amor,” Sean teases.

“I know! But it’ll suffice for now. Just… don’t let anyone use that counter for now.”

He chuckles. “Alright, love.” He kisses me. “I love you, Y/n.”

I kiss him back. “I love you too, Sean.”

Daniel returns 30 minutes later, waving at us as we sit on the couch, watching TV. “I’m going to go set the groceries on the counter,” he says, heading towards the kitchen.

Sean shoots up, chasing after him. “Actually! Let’s not do that, enano.” He grabs the groceries from Daniel's hands and sets them on the table instead.

Daniel raises his eyebrows. “Uh… why?”

“Just… because…” Sean smiles awkwardly.

“Okay… whatever…” he looks between the two of us suspiciously before going back up to his room. At least he doesn’t seem to suspect anything.

#sean diaz #sean diaz x reader #life is strange 2 #lis2 #smut #lis2 blood brothers #sean diaz smut #lis2 sean

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au-sonic-smackdown · 3 months

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AU Sonic Smackdown- Round 3, Right Side

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Gaia Born AU belongs to @juliemultiverse (art by @thefantasylife)

Words Hurt AU belongs to @oddogoblino

Learn more about them under the cut!

Gaia Born AU-

Sonic is like a big gold retriever. He’s happy to make friends where ever he goes. He was made on the ARK but was immaturely taken out of his incubation tank as an infant. He was raised by his brother tails on bygone island before they moved 5 years later.

His abilities include, Shadow Melding, Super strength, elastic arms and has the ability to sense others emotions.

Words Hurt AU-

In this au, Earth is decaying, the planet slowly losing its ability to sustain life due to mankind’s lack of care to it. To try and survive, they attempted to move people to planet mobius as it held similar conditions as earth. The mobians at first welcomed them happily, happy to help those in need. Eventually, the humans began trying to repeat their old mistakes and began digging into mobius and setting up machines to harvest from it to try and save Earth. The planet didn’t handle this as well as earth once did, machines quickly backfiring and any mobians nearby during the incidents quickly falling ill. That’s how the infections started.

Sonic’s parents were one of the few first mobians infected, having lost them due to them going into the second form of the illness that’s caused from starvation. They’d been “quarantined” and left without food or an energy source for too long. He was only a toddler when this happened. He’s now part of Vanilla’s secret organization that helps infected mobians survive outside of the homes they’d been kicked out of due to fear. Sonic himself works as a secret delivery boy and tends to travel to make sure infected mobians have access to food and water and even just simple pleasantries like games and toys. He met Tails as a 4 yr old who’d been born from infected parents, taking care of him when they weren’t. Currently Sonic is 17 and Tails is 8.

Sonic is mostly his same ole usual self except he’s a lot less social. He doesn’t talk to anyone except for Tails, Vanilla, and sometimes Cream. He was naturally born with his super speed but keeps it hidden due to not wanting to be mistaken as an infected. He still has to fight Eggman as the mad doctor tries to manipulate both uninfected and infected mobians’ fears and resentment toward each other. He has a civilian disguise named Nicky so no one recognizes him as the superspeedy hero. He’s a bit more easily agitated but only because he doesn’t get enough sleep with his work.

Sonic’s right eye is always tearing up, not because he’s emotional but because of repeated exposure to infectious spores. The spores can only infect others if inhaled or through exposed open wounds. Hes naturally immune to the illness, but he doesn’t know that, and wouldn’t ever take chances on it. Whenever he gets injured, he disinfects the wound immediately and patches it up like others would in hopes to avoid spore-infection.

Infected mobians tend to live in abandoned spaces that their cities and towns assigned for them to live. Infected mobians feed off energy, whether that be electricity, emotions, powerful items, etc, but can also eat normal foods just fine. They need normal food to keep sane and prevent them from going into the second form that attacks anything with energy in it. Only the second form can infect others directly, making it the most dangerous and is an automatic kill-on-sight if seen. No one knows yet if you can change infected back to normal after they’ve transformed. Vanilla takes care of transformed infected when Sonic reports the incidents.

Mobians aren’t the only things infected, plant and wildlife have been mutated by the illness aswell. The symptoms of the infection is body mutations, a blue tongue, and increased hunger and thirst. Mobians born from infected parents can’t go into the second form but they become feral without food. Bites from hostile born-infected mobians are less likely to spread the infection but it isn’t impossible.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic au #sonic alternate universe #au sonic smackdown #round 3 #gaia born au #words hurt au

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misserabella · 1 year

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stray pt2

joel miller x fem! reader

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summary; after saving Joel and Ellie from the brink of death, you get caught with having to live with two more strays.., and you don't do strays.

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3!¡ either ways, i hope y'all like it. <3

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<3

warnings; eventual +18 content! MINORS DONT INTERACT IN THE CHAPTERS WHERE IT IS IMPLIED IN THE WARNINGS. and smut, mentions of death, possible deaths, blood, fighting, angst, fluff.

warnings for chapter 2; guns, blood, fighting, clickers, wounds, weapons, tension, arguing, cursing, a very sarcastic ellie, angst, mourning, reckless activities…

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

You came back home the next night, your keys jingling and fumbling with the locker ‘till you finally managed to open it.

“Fuck.” you stumbled inside with wobbly legs and heavy shaky breathing. You silently groaned as you closed the door, ignoring the crimson staining left on the handle. You were sweating heavily, whole body aching and heavy. You hissed when you stumbled on your feet and leaned on the wall to not fall, your scrapped forearm and elbows all scratched up and bloody. “Shit, fucking hell.” you cursed, your bad side hitting the hard surface and making you see colors in the dark from the pain.

“y/n?” your cursing stopped when a voice called out for you. “Is that you?” gruff, deep voice.

The stray. Joel. Shit.

You ignored him, quickly dragging yourself to your bathroom and collapsing onto the sink. The light made you squint your eyes. Your blurry vision took in your hands, stained in the blood that seeped out of your side.

You quickly pulled up your white tank top, looking at the big and deep slash that decorated your skin. It was bleeding. Bleeding a lot. And it hurt like hell. You had been lucky, making it out alive through an emergency scape after having been surrounded by clickers.

“y/n.” you heard Joel’s voice on your left as you fumbled with the first-aid kit, getting out the alcohol and stitches. His breathing got caught up on his chest when his eyes met your beaten up body.

“Pretty sight, huh?” you sarcastically said as you bit down onto your tank-top, keeping it up for your to clean the wound.

“What happened?” he inquired as your shaky hands took the bottle of alcohol and opened the cap. You didn’t answer, instead taking a sharp breath as you quickly poured it right onto the the cut. You hissed at the feeling, your already dizzy mind spinning due to the pain that shook your bones. Your legs buckled and you stumbled to your right.

Joel was quickly to catch you, and you pushed one of your hands onto his chest, getting upright once again. “I’m fine, fuck.”

“You are not. You’ve lost too much blood.” Joel fought with you.

“Get fucking lost. I can take care of myself.” you spat and he sighed.

“I’m sure you can.” and he truly believed it. “But right now you’re barely standing up and you’re gonna pass out if we don’t stitch the wound up.”

You scoffed. “ ‘We’? I don’t need your help.” you pushed him away and sat down on the toilet seat, your muscles aching at the effort. You had the needle and the thread of the stitches on your hand to start. But as you tried and pass the the thread through the loop of the needle’s head, you found your hands unable to stop shaking, making it really fucking hard and making you curse out loud. “Fuck.”

Your hands got suddenly covered by a much big and rougher ones, your tired eyes finding Joel’s. He took the needle and thread for you, passing the thread through it with his calloused and calm fingers. He got on his knees with a careful look in his eyes, disinfecting his hands with the alcohol. Your own stopped him with a pant. “I’ll do it.” you swallowed, your vision blurring and head pounding.

“You can’t.” he answered, simply, truthfully. ‘Cause it was true. You couldn’t do it in this state.

“I can.” but you were stubborn, and didn’t want any type of help. His help.

“If you don’t let me do it you’ll bleed out.” and he was right. You had lost too much blood already. He rose his eyebrows at you. He was calm. Trying to make up your mind.

You gave him one last look before you relaxed against the toilet and let his hands go with a pant and he silently got closer.

You tried to keep your eyes open, but when the needle pinched your skin and the pain flourished on your body your vision turned black.

When you woke up, you had been softly placed on the sofa, all your wounds disinfected and bandaged up. You could hear the flip of a lighter, the sizzling of a cigarette.

You groaned when you sat up, the sting on the wound on your side making you grip the blanket that covered you.

Your eyes bumped with the side profile of Joel, who was smoking a cigarette on your balcony, seating on the same chair you had left him the other night. His cheeks hollowed as he took a hit, his jaw tightening and chest rising as he breathed. You took your time to take in his hard edges and his softer ones, his hair, his arms…

“You got a spare one?” his eyes found yours when you spoke up.

“You’re up.” he noticed, more like stated.

You hissed when you got up, still just the slightest dizzy. “Barely.” you muttered as you stepped out onto the balcony, taking your spot on the leftover chair.

“You should eat something.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just give me the fucking cigarette.” you huffed, and he shook his head, taking them out of his pocket. He even lit it for you.

“What happened?” he inquired and you sighed, your eyes on the dark streets. You could hear some dogs barking in the distance.

“A mistake.” you answered. “Got surrounded by fucking clickers for it.” you took a hit of your cigarette flicking it to let the ashes fall from its end.

“Did you at least get what you were looking for?”

“I did.” he nodded, tapping his own cigarette. “Why were you up?” you asked after a couple of minutes in silent.

“Couldn’t sleep.” he simply answered and you nodded, falling back into silence.

You finished up your cigarette and got up the table, entered the flat and took a shower.

The next day rolled up pretty slow. Long hours of reading through pages of work offers and talking through your walkie-talkie for new missions from the nearest and biggest city.

Eddie had woken up at about 9AM, finding you seating on the floor with your braided wet hair and working on a little electricity generator that you had found on the mall, where you had sneaked into and been attacked.

If you managed for it to work, and found a way to hook it up to the solar plackets on the town houses, you’d be able to maintain the fence electrified at all hours without having to burn off all your gasoline on it. Then traveling would be easier, you’d get faster to the city.

“What the hell happened to your face?!” Ellie suddenly screamed, spitting out the water back onto the glass she had grabbed. “And your arms… And you body…?” she pointed at your whole body with furrowed eyebrows and you looked at her with a disgusted look by her spit all dribbled up in the cup.

“Oh, just wanted to change up the avatar a little bit…” you sarcastically said just to go serious again. “What do you think happened, brat?”

“What’s an avatar?” she said, confused.

“Forget it.” you said, going back to your screws. “Don’t you have anything to do? I don’t know, like learning how to read or something?” you asked her.

“Haha. Funny.” she rolled her eyes, jumping on the sofa on behind your back and slightly to your right. “Where’s Joel?”

“Hell would I know.”

“Okay.”

“…”

“What are you doing?” you rolled your eyes.

“Jesus Christ kid, you really talk, huh?” she shrugged her shoulders.

“You don’t like it when I talk?”

“Fuck no.”

She nodded, clicking her tongue. After just a mere seconds she started to hum, singing an eighties song.

“I don’t like you singing either.”

“Man, you’re rude!” she groaned, melting on the sofa and slowly falling onto your side, all really theater-like.

“And you’re annoying.” you sent back. Ellie crossed her arms on top of the tea table you were working on, looking at you putting the broken pieces back together and fixing the generator.

“I think you meant ‘charming’.” she smiled.

“I meant what I said.” you huffed.

“Where did you go?” she suddenly asked, and you understood she must be referring to last night.

“Shopping.”

“What did you buy?”

“A gun.” you lowly said, a hint of a very loudly ‘shut up’ hidden behind your words.

“Woah, you know what? It’s been a great chat. But I…, I gotta go. See you later!” she rushed out the door, closing it behind his back.

You smiled when you hear her quickly run down the stairs, but mostly to the fact that she has looked at her wrist while excusing herself… She didn’t have a clock on.

“Slow down Ellie, you’re gonna choke, Jesus Christ.” you heard Joel said as you approached Larry’s house, bag on your shoulders and the generator on your hand, ready to be plugged and completely fixed.

Ellie was basically inhaling her food, filling her cheeks with more bread even if she hadn’t finished munching on the one already in her mouth.

“Let her choke. At least then I won’t have to hear her talk.” you said taking a seat on the garden’s table, where everyone was seating. Ellie gave you a dirty look before going back to eating.

“What the hell happened to you?!” Larry, who was exciting his house with a pot full of soup in between his hands. Soup. Of course Larry would make soup on a day as fucking hot as this…

“I cut myself shaving.” you sarcastically answered, what made Larry roll his eyes.

Since it was this early on the morning, Lizzy was still on class at Mrs. Murphy, who was a teacher long before the infection and had insisted on giving classes to the kids in town. ‘Knowledge is power.’ That’s what she had said. You believed she was right of course, but without a gun and a lot of knowledge you wouldn’t make it real far in a world like this.

“Goddammit y/n.” you pushed his touch away when he tried to look at the side of your face, where a plaster stood hiding a cut, and later on at your beaten up and scratched arms.

“I’m clean. I’m clean, Jesus Christ.” you mumbled, calming him down.

“y/n, you can’t keep doing this. You’re gonna get hurt if you’re not careful.” Larry frowned and you huffed.

“I am being careful.”

“Yeah? This doesn’t look like careful to me.” he pointed at your wounds.

“They are just simple scratches. Besides, look what I got.” you placed the electric generator on the table for him to see. “It’s what you needed, isn’t it? If we connect it to the sun plackets we can use solar energy to keep the fence electrified at night instead of wasting gasoline.”

He took it in between his hands, a shocked expression taking over his features. “But- y/n, how did you get this? Where did you go?” you fell silent, avoiding his gaze and he gave you a serious look. “You went to the mall, didn’t you? God, y/n, you know that’s a restricted zone, it’s infested with clickers!” you sighed.

“I know. But I made it out perfectly fine. I brought some more bullets and guns from the police station, some clothes… Even new paint for Lizzy. For her birthday.” you said, and his eyes softened. “Larry. I’m fine.” you promised, and he sighed, rubbing his face. “Oh my god I think you just got a new white hair.” you pointed at his greying hair, and he smacked your hand away. “You, brat.” Ellie looked at you just to be smacked on the face by a pair of clothes that you threw at her. “Need my clothes back. Found this on the mall. Don’t care if they aren’t your size.” you said, looking the other way to completely ignore the smile that she gave you or the way Joel hadn’t stopped looking at you the whole time since you’ve gotten there. “Where’s my food?”

You dug in as soon as the food was served.

The afternoon passed on a blink, and before you knew it the night had come in. You were back at your apartment after having installed the generator right beside the fence, ready to start working when the last beams of sunlight disappeared.

You were sitting on the salon, Ellie right beside you reading a fucking comic that she must have found somewhere. It seemed to be that she had taken your ‘gift’ as a way you had to tell her ‘you’re not that bad’ —which it was absolutely mere delusions from her part— since she was now leaning against you, her head on your shoulder, which you pushed away every single time.

“Brat, use a fucking cushion will you?” you huffed, and she ignored you, humming as she read.

Joel left the bathroom with the same clothes that Larry had lent him two days ago, his hair still damp and dripping just the slightest.

“Ellie. It’s late.” he said after a look at the clock hung on your wall.

“But it’s only 10PM!” she whined, and Joel simply looked at her, making her huff and get up to go to your room.

“Ellie…” his voice warned her when she tried and sneak her comic with her, cursing a little ‘shit’ before bitterly turning around and handing it to him. He looked just like a father.

You didn’t speak, didn’t give him a word as you stood from your place and put down the book you were reading to go to the balcony. Sitting down.

After a few minutes, he too came out, his hands on his pockets to take out his cigarettes, but he stopped when his eyes met something on the table.

“ ‘S for you.” you said as you looked at the moon, lit cigarette in between your lips. Emotionless, detached. There they stood, new clean clothes, along with a new gun and bullets. “You need to get rid of your old ones, they fucking stink. Even after three washes.”

“Thanks.” he said nonetheless, kind of sarcastically too. “For your sincerity.”

“Always a pleasure.” you took a peak at him just to see him unbuttoning the tight stupid denim shirt Larry had lent him two days ago. You swallowed the cough of surprise that bubbled up on your chest. Your eyes took in the expanse of his chest, the strength of his arms and broad shoulders, his stomach…

You looked away as fast as you could. Ignore it. Smoke your goddamn cigarette and ignore him.

He put on his new shirt, this one a greenish color that matched perfectly with his sun-kisses skin and brown eyes. It was a perfect fit, not too loose but not too tight. Perfect to move around.

He sat on his chair, cigarette on hand. You had taken out the first-aid kit from the salon — where Joel had left it last night— to disinfect and redress your wounds. Joel stared at you, not making a face as you poured alcohol on your knees or elbows, even though he knew it must sting and hurt like a bitch. He looked at you with curious eyes. You were the first person he has ever met that was so… cold. Cold stone. Not even Tess was as hard as you were. So detached. You were like a shadow in the dark, like a ghost amongst a crowd of people. What must have happened to you to become like this? Where you always like this? Had this fucked up world made your skin thicker?

The last wound you had to take care of was the one cut on your cheek. It wasn’t really deep, just a mere scratch you had gotten when you had to break a window to scape from the mall and the glass had made contact with your skin.

Joel watched you struggle since you had no mirrors near to clean the cut.

Your eyes met his when he silently took the damp gauze from your hand, asking you with the brown of his eyes if it was okay. If you were okay with it.

You didn’t answer, instead, looking to your left to give him a better reach.

You closed your eyes when the gauze met your skin, the sting on your cheek just as powerful as his soft careful touch. It was as if he was cleaning porcelain. He took the liberty to even dress it, a white plaster on your skin to make sure no dust or dirt would get into the wound. Had he done it like that last night? Had he taken care of you so tenderly? So softly?

For the first time in years… Your heart felt the same ache you promised yourself wouldn’t give into again.

You got up from the chair when he had finished, his touch once again away from your skin. It was rushed, as if he was an infected and you needed to get away from him as fast as possible.

You put on your jacket on your way out, before you could open the door, your eyes meeting Laura’s room white one perfectly closed shut. You looked away with a bitter taste on your tongue and left your apartment with a stray left behind once again.

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