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heathsbitch · 1 year

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PAINKILLER - k.b

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Slight allusion to smut (if you squint), poor proof reading (as usual)

Word Count: 1184

A/N: Hi my lovelies! I know this has been a long time coming so I hope you enjoy. I haven’t written in a while so this might not be one of my best works but there should be more to come in the near future. I hope you enjoy!

Shadows engulfed our bodies, cascaded over our skin as our breath mingled with one another. The cold climate of Ketterdam allowed us to see our breath dance together in the small space between our faces. Short pants left both of us, eyes darting back to the threshold of the alley, anxiously scanning for any Dime Lions who were hunting for us. Yet again, one of Kaz Brekker’s infallible plans (his words directly) had collapsed faster than Jesper trying to resist the call of the cards. Another job gone awry, another pursuit through the murky streets of Ketterdam.

As protocol demanded of us, the other Crows and I had split into pairs in order to escape from the scene of the crime. And, of course, I had to end up with the Bastard of the Barrel himself. It was his fault the job had gone amiss; he had miscalculated how long it would take his deft fingers to pry into the lock of the safe. Ever skilful with his hands, we trusted him blindly. But we were swarmed by Dime Lions before Kaz could bypass the lock, much to everyone’s chagrin. Frustration still clouded my mind as I glared at my boss; his head lent against the damp stone wall of the alley, chest heaving with deep breaths. My eyes followed the sharp lines of his jaw, the shadows that covered us accentuating them. His tongue slipped past the barrier of his thin lips to moisten them before he allowed his eyes a moments rest, a great sigh escaping from his broad chest.

I was desperate to know what was raging through his head; perhaps he shared in my anger at the failure of a job, or maybe he held no remorse at all, merely considering the next job he’d send us on. My theories were soon discarded however, as I saw him move a singular gloved hand to his stomach, his breaths still deep but more controlled. Despite the fact that Kaz and I would often bicker and bite at one another, I was one of his most trusted compatriots; and I knew what most did not. The truth about his childhood, the demons that threatened to drag him into the depths of the water where his brother resided, the bile that promised to rise from his throat if he were to come into contact with another human being.

I pushed my back harder against the alley wall, trying to distance myself from my boss in a desperate attempt to provide him with some relief. Either my effort went unnoticed, or he didn’t care, for the next words that came from his mouth were, “Stop staring.”

“I’m not staring.” I was quick to respond, pressing myself further against the wall in another futile attempt to widen the space between us. “Then what are you doing?” His eyes were back on me, scanning me; ice following every slight movement of my face, every twitch of my lips, searching for the truth as if it were about to appear written on my forehead. “Checking for injuries,” I simply replied, my talents as not only a Grisha, but a healer, had been put to use countless times after jobs had gone astray. Or Jesper had ended up pissing off some poor soul that ended in a bar fight neither wanted. He merely hummed as a response before his eyes went back to the opening of the alley, scouting for Dime Lions again.

The sun had begun to set on Ketterdam, more and more people filtered onto the streets; laughter, smells of cigarette smoke and cheap alcohol had started to float among the airwaves. Night was falling, the streets growing more crowded by the second, filled with inhabitants desperate for some form of sin. “We should move.” I suggested, fidgeting with my hands. Discomfort still lurked between us, “We can’t risk moving, not yet. We need to stay low,” He ran a hand through his dark hair, the strands slipping through his fingers as they found their place against his forehead. Kaz shifted on his feet, and I could see he was trying to think of his next move, planning a way for us to escape from the alley without being cornered by the Lions.

“Come here.” He muttered; words barely eligible over the sounds of various forms of pleasure that had crowded the streets of Ketterdam. “Excuse me?” To say I was shocked at his declaration would have been an understatement. The man in front of me nodded towards the opening of the alley, directing my attention to couples that had chosen that space to indulge in one another. Hands wandered against bodies, mouths collided with mouths, “If the Dime Lions come looking for us here, all they’ll find is people enjoying each other.” He had taken a step closer to me, no longer leaning his back against the dame alley wall. “But Kaz...” I tried to protest, thinking of the demons that were lurking behind his cold eyes.

He reached a gloved hand towards mine and pulled it towards him, more specifically his stomach. “Try.” I knew what he meant; we had mentioned it in passing before but had never got the chance to try it. I had proposed the idea that perhaps my abilities as a Corporalki could ease the nausea that filled him every time he came into contact with someone else. My eyes slipped shut as my fingers flexed, trying to find the pain that lurked within him; his hand remained wrapped around my wrist, pushing my fingers harder against himself. Even through the multiple layers of clothing, I could feel his muscles taut and tensing under my touch.

A whimper of relief left Kaz’s thin lips as he threw his head back once more, “Fuck.” It was working. I looked at the man in front of me as I continued to work at his pain. His eyes found me, “Kiss me.” He whispered. Unsure of whether the sudden urge for intimacy was to keep up the rouse of a couple, or if it came as a result of his new-found relief, I obliged his request.

Tentatively, I let my lips find his. Another moan came from Kaz, this time more guttural and primal. His hips pushed into mine, my back hitting the wall of the alley. His gloved fingers slid around my waist as the once-gentle kiss deepened. Our teeth collided, tongues dancing, hips grinding into one another. The surprise that filled my mind at his request had slowly begun to sink away, instead replaced by another feeling. One of hunger, of lust, for the Bastard of the Barrel, the very same Bastard who refused to come within an inch of another human being if he had the choice. The very same Bastard whose mouth was connected to mine, whose hands wondered the softer parts of my body, aimlessly grabbing and squeezing at the flesh. He was a man starved; a tortured man who had finally found relief, and was desperate to work out the frustrations that had amassed within his body.

You can find my other Kaz writings in my Masterlist.

#painkiller #kaz brekker #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker smut #freddy carter imagine #freddy carter smut #shadow and bone #six of crows #imagine #smut #angst #fluff #fic

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mangowafflesss · 3 months

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I have a thing for men who wear watches. Always have and always will okay.

Captain motherfucking Price wearing a button shirt, it’s open showing his chest (SCREAMINGGGG) the sleeves are pushed up and he's wearing a watch 😫🥵 hairy arms and chest?! LET ME AT HIMMMMM

Shove your fingers down my throat just so I can see the glint of that watch baby

#I’m high on painkillers 😚#Captain John price #John price #captain john price x reader #price x reader

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aphrogeneias · 5 months

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knight and princess this, knight and queen that, what about knight!eddie x page!reader. daughter of a nobleman, is taken under eddie's care to learn the trade. combat training, swordfighting, the closeness of it. traveling together, horseback riding. only one room available in this tavern, oops. virgin!reader. master and student vibes.

#ARE YOU SEEING THE VISION #i'm way too high on painkillers right now to elaborate further #but pls send thoughts if you have them :') <3 #eddie munson x reader #luiza.txt

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hayakawapartner · 4 months

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aki with a s/o with chronic pain . . .

!!! this post is sfw, but minors dni with this post/blog !!!

notes: gn!disabled!reader, this is self indulgent i tried to make this fitting for more general chronic pain! reader might come across as ehlers danlos-coded (is that a thing?? weird thing for me to type)

aki is already so sweet and caring with you, of course he would be helpful when your chronic pain flares up.

he notices that you’re moving a bit slower, taking shorter steps, taking a longer time to get up from your seat… and he’s immediately there to help

VERY quick to ask what you need, but he also tries to offer your usual solutions

“where does it hurt? do you need a heating pad? painkillers? tiger balm? do you want me to run a warm bath?”

if you have fluctuating mobility/occasionally use a mobility aid, he does his best to keep everything in a convenient spot for you. crutches near the bed so you can slide your arms in and get up with a bit more ease, rollator in a place where you don’t trip but it’s easy to access…

he was initially Overly Careful with you so he didn’t aggravate your pain further, but as he grows used to your needs, he’s still careful but he’s not scared of breaking you like he used to be

kisses the back of your neck while gently massaging your sore joints/muscles, murmuring soft “i love you”s and “you’re gonna be okay”s while he’s rubbing tiger balm onto your sorest spots

if he hears your joints pop he gets really nervous until you specify if it was a good/bad pop

if a spot is too sore, he won’t touch it in case he hurts you even more.

and if you just Can’t get out of bed for the day? he calls off from work to take care of you. brings you comfort food, helps you to the bathroom when you need it, makes sure you’re hydrated and taking your meds…

SPEAKING OF MEDS. this man is so good at reminding you

“did you forget to take your meds? maybe you should take them now, love. it’ll help you feel less sore.”

he’s very careful to make sure he doesn’t shame you for forgetting meds, for needing help, for being in pain. he just does whatever he can to make sure you’re okay and empathises with your complaints about your aches.

while he hates seeing you in pain during a flare-up, he becomes extra doting just to make sure your needs are met. cooks your fav comfort meal, makes sure all your pillows are soft and arranged to keep you comfy, refills your water bottle whenever it’s almost empty, etc.

he’s just so loving… aaauuuu

#aki hayakawa #aki hayakawa x reader #disabled reader #op #ive been having a lot of flareups due to the weather recently :’) rain my fucking beloathed #so this thought has been massively comforting to me #this was written 99% for self indulgence so it is based on my own personal experiences #but i tried to make it a lil broader and include things i dont use so others can enjoy :-)#i use forearm crutches sometimes + cant take many painkillers so tiger balm is my bestest friend #btw just a tip. if you cant afford tiger balm? get coralite from the dollar store! same pain relief (i use the patches)#akiiii please help me put pain patches on my back and tell me its going to be okay…… cries and cries and CRIES #maybe ill make an eds-specific version for even more self indulgence #also i wanted to include aki carrying you since i like tht for me but idk if others like tht when it comes to chronic pain so. left tht out #i might write more disabled/disabled-coded reader stuff later #this was just me being sore at 1am and throwing my thoughts out #or maybe ill write more aki things since i like him very much #going to post this and sleep. GOODNIGHT HAYAKAWA NATION 💪#imagine

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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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Ok but right now, all I can think about is Kiba’s incredibly attuned sense of smell. Like that dude can pick up on anything, right. I just know if you were trying to hide that you were horny or something, he’d ofc know right away. It’s all over your scent. He’s smile so devilishly. And tease the fuck outta you.

Also hope your headache goes away quickly 🤍🤍

it's all under the cut!! i went crazy over this, ahhhh....... <3

18+ mdni / fem!reader

i know i usually don't write canonverse cos i tend to pick modern au over it, but that's always been one of my fave things about him in that setting - that keen sense of smell.

i like to imagine he'd literally be able to sort of read your emotions judging by the way you'd smell. like, through the level of your hormones that would subtly alter your scent (the change is minuscule but he can catch it; he's made to catch it after all) he could tell if you're scared by how bitter your sweat would get, or how happy you are by how sweet it'd turn.

so by that logic, all of that would also include arousal.

and omg fiwnfiwjdueu, that would work so well with enemies to lovers for him. can you imagine him turning sort of dazed when he finally starts scenting want instead of pure hatred?

like, his cute lil' nose sort of lingering right at the crook of your neck when he puts an end to yet another one of your hissy fights with him, but does it differently this time around. just brings you close for a change; inhaling that sugary sweetness that is your building desire for him, the way it turns even more potent with the racing of your pulse????? there's nothing but tension in the room, he can feel it crackle like electricity on his skin; the lightning pulls it taut.

and you, well, you're so into this. that bratty mouth of yours is clamped shut as he breathes you in, for once failing to spit nasty remarks at him - what an experience. especially as the tip of his nose traces the spot that hides your treacherous, erratic heartbeat; sharp fangs hovering just a mere inch above it, but never quite touching the skin.

his voice all of a sudden sounds so strained, throat tight and dry enough to hurt as he says, "can't believe i'm saying this right now... but- fuck... i want you."

and you try to frown at that; to pull a face at his sort of a backhanded statement, but you just aren't able to when he starts to pepper kisses all over your neck. no, words simply fail you. there's nothing witty and clever about the moan that escapes your lips the moment he picks up the pace and sinks his teeth into you.

AND PLS THE WAY HE'D GO ABSOLUTELY HAYWIRE WHEN HE'D PUSH YOU TO LAY ONTO YOUR BACK THEN, AND YOU'D FINALLY PART YOUR LEGS FOR HIM?? AHHHHH

in true kiba fashion, he's all smug about it, of course. "damn. you really want me bad, too, huh, sweetheart?"

looking up at his flushed face; at the way his broad shoulders move with every inhale as he tries to process all of the information you're spilling through your pores, you're embarrassed and simply furious at your own body betraying you so obviously and so easily. so you try to save yourself by being a little bit mean.

calling him names as an attempt to distract him from the obvious, you're saying, "stop smiling like that, you dog... i'm not that turned on by you. and don't call me sweetheart."

but heat sears your face violently as you watch him tug your drenched panties down your legs a moment later, and see his cat-like pupils dilate in a way you've never seen them dilate before. sideways. big enough to eat up most of the white in his eyes.

the sight sends a shiver rolling down your spine as he looks up at you, then. still maintaining eye contact, he bunches up the delicate lace of your underwear that he now holds in his hand, and brings it up to his nose.

your toes curl when you hear him inhale. as you watch his thick eyelashes flutter and his eyelids turn heavy. goddamn, he's so fucked up, so nasty. and fine as hell during it, too.

thrill pulsates in your belly as he bites back a groan that's crawling up his throat and turns it into a mere grunt. you just smell so fucking good, it's hard to remain civil when the scent of that sweet little cunt of yours fills the room so fast; making him start behaving more like a beast than a man.

still, kiba controls himself. he reels it all back in - just like he's been doing it for years whenever he's been bound to wind up in your 'dreadful' company. puts himself on a leash.

but all of that still isn't enough to dismiss the fact that he's got that shit-eating grin plastered on his face now. the one that you hate, hate, hate as he twirls your panties around one finger and says, "aha... not sure if i ever told ya this before, sweetheart," he pauses to sneer at you with the pet name you forbade him from using.

"but scent doesn't lie, y'know."

#also thank u bb!! my headache got better during the day #took a painkiller and drank lots of water so i felt loads better <3 #naruto smut #biscuit drabbles #kiba smut #kiba x reader

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emmanuellececchi · 5 days

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

No. I'm alright... Like really... Well just still feeling a bit under the weather but nothing like the last two days. BUT and there is this big but... *blinks* is that a but joke... nope there is a t missing... (sorry, still tired... or not sorry.)

Well! As I was saying before my mind wanderrrrrrrs...

I just want want want to go back to my FF16 fanfic that is waiting for me. When I finished it a few months ago it was 65k long. Since then, I have written a lot more, read a lot more, we had two DLC and I had a ton of pseudo wip. Which means: I have lots of materials to fluff and buff and edit the heck out of this story. That I like A LOT. Yes it is cheezy. Yes it is "love at first sight" and yes it is hopelessly romantic with lots of sweet scene and a bit of battle scene and some drama. But that is where I feel the best.

But *cough* I have my novel, I have my other (shorter) fanfic and my two other LOTR fanfic on which I am working. Which means aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... I'll have to wait. *siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh*

#I am not taking painkillers #this is my normal self #like the normal one #I speak like I think #no I write like #okay forget it #FF16 #Joshua x reader #fanfic on the waiting list

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powderblueblood · 4 months

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chap 7 of hellfire & ice is the Christmas episode of the series

#eddie munson x reader #woke up from a painkiller nap to tell youse this

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lovebugspots · 7 months

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THE PAINKILER

chapter two; Your too flattering.

THE PAINKILLER SERIES IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER CHAPTER FOUR: spider-man. CHAPTER THREE; wedding day. CHAPTER TWO; your too flattering. CHAPTER ONE: THE PAINKILLER THE PAINKILLER: INFORMATION

Play The Promise by In this moment.

TW; bucky falling of train and going bye bye :))

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November 18, 1939.

"C'mon, cupcake." Bucky whined as he followed his wife into their shared room. "Please, just, please let me see your bones." He then grimaced at the sound of that and Y/N just chuckles, putting her fist up and the the bone spikes where unsheathed.

Bucky grins like a little boy who saw ice cream, and ear to ear grin. His bright blue eyes scanning her knuckles as the two bone spikes are out. The odd beauty of his amazing wife's mutation always fascinated him, and always will.

He looked up at her and she lets her bones return inside of her body, his arms wrapped around her waist and he nuzzled into her shoulder. Her warm embrace, something he could never get sick of.

"Barnes, what are you doing?" Y/n Questioned as her husband was clinging to her, her just grins as he peppered soft and delicate kisses on her shoulder.

"Will you ever stop callin' me by my last name, doll?" He chuckles and kisses her cheek, moving to fully look at her.

Y/n raised her eyebrows, and giggles lightly. Her giggles was just something he could never get sick of as well. He truly, truly was a lovesick puppy to his dear and enchanting wife.

"Never."

"Oh you stubborn ass."

She lets out and over-exaggerating gasp, pulling away and putting her hand over her chest.

"I am no ass!" she sassed, and backed up slightly.

Bucky immediately pouted, he walked up to her and said in a sad voice.

"Don't go away..."

It wasn't sad, it was a whine, actually. I whine of 'I am partially sorry but I want snuggles'

Y/n giggles and pushed him away, earning a very, very loud groan from his throat. He puffed out his cheeks, and pouts. Y/n raised her eyebrows and giggles, moving her soft hands on to his cheeks and lightly pinched them, earning a soft 'Hey!' from him.

"Aren't you just a big baby." Y/n teases in a soft voice, all Bucky did was pout even more, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up.

"James!-" She squealed and he held her bridal style, the same way he carried her out of the church after they got married right when she turned 18. All he did was give the biggest and goofiest grin as he carried her to their shared room.

"Awe look at my beautiful wife. Being carried like a big baby" He teased and tossed her body on the bed, then he caged her in by pinning her waist to the bed.

"Your an ass, you know that?" His voice was silky, yet husky. She didn't let that godly voice affect her. She just rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out.

"I'm your ass." She giggles and right then and there Bucky just collapsed on her, his face on her stomach and his body between her legs.

He sighed in content and smiles into he warm, soft and silky flesh. He could smell her sweet perfume, he couldn't get enough of the soft vanilla. He nuzzled into her stomach more, earning soft laughs from his wife.

"Your so pretty..." He mumbled.

"Your too flattering."

Her Y/e/c eyes shined with admiration, and undeniable love. Yes, even though they got married right when they both were 18, they truly loved each other more than anything.

December 25th, 1944.

It was the only time that Bucky, and Y/n got free time from the war. So, for Christmas, they went to walk down the quiet streets of London. He had his arm around her waist as they waked.

It was silent, but sometimes, words weren't needed for them to exchange. The only sound that could be heard was the soft sounds of her heels, his boots, and their dog tags.

James B Barnes

32557038 T42 2B

George Barnes

30922 Stockton

Y/n L Howlett. 39829018 T98 1A James Howlett 98372 Alberta.

She had her head on his shoulder and he had his head on hers. After a bit they sat down at a random park bench, he still had his arm around her waist.

"Jamie?" Y/n asked softly, it was something she had on her mind, her mind a lot. He looked down at her, waiting for her to say whatever she wanted patiently. His steel blue eyes, were soft and patient.

"When...When this war is over..." She started then looked down, then up.

Her voice was soft, fragile and tender as she whispers.

"What if we started a family..?" Once Bucky heard those words he smile and turned fully, he puts his left hand on her soft, and delicate cheek. His eyes are watery, watering from the idea of having a family.

A little one...A son...or daughter. His child.

All he did was press his lips on hers, their lips softly dancing on each other. She melted into his touch, happily kissing him. The feeling of having his lips on hers will forever be euphoric to her. The way he made everything bad melt away, and made her feel like the most important thing.

She needed no words, she knew he wanted this just as much as she did. Their own family.

Oh if only they knew their future.

January 14th, 1945.

It was the day the Howling Commandos conducted the raid on the Arnim Zola's train to capture the scientist.

All of the men, and one woman, looked at the rocky landscape. Steve and Bucky where looking at the wire and the train tracks as the rest readied their weapons, radios and other things.

"Remember when I made you ride the Cyclone at Coney Island?" Bucky asked Steve as his eyes where focused on the train tracks.

"Yeah, and I threw up?" Steve responded as he looked at the rough terrain. "And how Y/n had to carry me?" Steve added on and turned to Bucky.

"This isn't pay back, is it?" Bucky asked, still looking at the train tracks and Steve chuckled as he looked up to the wire that would be used to get onto the train.

"Now why would I do that." Steve said half-jokingly and Y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

"Because it's something you would do." She retorted.

"We were right, Doctor Zola is on the train." One of the men that Y/n never learned to learn the name of said.

The three men were talking, but Y/n didn't hear, or even register anything.

She had a pit in her stomach forming, a dark and deep pit. Something bad was about to happen, but she didn't know what it was.

One of the other Howling Commandos looked through his binoculars and saw the train coming at them.

"Lets get going, because they are moving like the devil." one of the men said through his accent.

Y/n nodded at the men and walked over to grab her rifle.

"We only get about a 10 second window, you miss it we are bugs on a windshield." Steve said firmly, his mask on, and he readied his grip on the handle. Y/n nodded as the men said some other things, and once the men motions its time to go, Steve zipped away. Bucky readied himself as well and zipped off, with Y/n right behind him.

Steve, Bucky, Y/n and the man she knew as Gabe all zipped away, and once they were about the same angle as the train they all jumped down.

The four all carefully walked along the top of the train, Bucky looked over to his wife and gabbed her hand and pulled her in front of him.

Once Steve found the spot to crawl down, he got onto the ladder and opens the door. Gabe perched and had his gun readied as so did Y/n. She looked down at Bucky and nodded encouragingly, still having the pit in her stomach.

Once the two men were inside, Gabe motions for Y/n to join them. She nodded and crawled down, and got inside. Bucky closed the door and she readied her gun. Bucky had his gun in hand and they saw the crates, and how compacted the small area was. They started walking forward, the wedded couple both with their gun in their hands.

Steve had a small pistol in his right hand and his shield on his left, he saw the small doorway and looked between Bucky and Y/n and the hallway. And they continued on, right when Steve walked into the other room a door shut, locking Bucky and Y/n out from Steve.

Y/n's and Bucky's heart rate increased, but Y/n felt her heart drop and adrenaline start to pump heavy in her veins, out of habit she rested her gun, the strap preventing it from falling, and unsheathed her two bone spikes from her knuckles and the two spikes on her elbows, the elbow spikes she never really used until recently during combat.

The two immediately turned around and saw HYDRA agents and Bucky started shooting at them and Y/n engaged in hand to hand combat, using one of her elbow spikes and shoved it through one of the men's skull.

As Steve was dealing with the advanced robot, Bucky was shooting the men Y/n wasn't able to get to.

One of the men walked up to Bucky's small hiding area, Bucky used his pistol and started shooting him as Y/n fought the last man.

Steve used the blaster of the robot he then stunned and shot the door, only destroying one. He ran to the small window and saw Bucky shooting the man with his pistol. Eventually he shot all his ammo and sat back on the wall, in defeat as he breathes heavily.

Steve somehow got the door to open and threw Bucky his pistol. Once Bucky caught it, Steve charged through and used his shield and his momentum to push the crate back, causing the Agent to move so Bucky got the perfect time to shoot him and he did.

And if that wasn't any more of a perfect time, Y/n finally killed the last man.

"I had him on the ropes..." Bucky muttered.

"I know you did." Steve retorted and they turned around when they heard the warming up of the robot.

"Get back!" Steve yelled as he jumped in front of Bucky and pushed him out of the way, using his vibranium shield to deflect the blast. The powerful beam caused part of the train walls to get destroyed.

'FIRE AGAIN, KILL HIM NOW!'

Bucky grabbed Steve's shield, and used his pistol to shoot at the robot. The robot sent another blast to Bucky, causing him to fall out. In the split second he grabbed onto a small, and almost broken bar.

"JAMES!" Y/n screamed then turned around as Steve immediately got up. And in that quick second the robot gave a powerful blast to Y/n's body, shooting her out of the train.

Bucky saw all of it, his wife...his beautiful wife falling off and on a rock spike from the rocky terrain, impaling her delicate body, the body he used to trace at night

The woman, even with her healing factor would surely die. With just plain bones, she couldn't withstand the injuries of her whole entire body being impaled. Her body got small into the distance but he saw her blood, her dark, cherry red blood seeping into the rocks and her organs falling out of her body.

Steve used his shield to destroy the robot and jumped out of the train and onto the side.

"BUCKY!" He yelled as he saw his friend holding on for dear life. He carefully climbed to Bucky and yelled again. "HANG ON!"

Bucky tried getting closer, but he couldn't. The bar started breaking a bit.

"Grab my hand!" Steve yelled and the bar broke even more. "NO!"

And just like that.

James Buchanan Barnes, and Y/n Laura Howlett. His two best friends...gone.

The screams, their screams will forever be etched into his mind.

What could have been, will be on his mind.

How he could have been and uncle to the child they always wanted.

How all those years, he still waited for them to have their own little one.

Now it was all a dream.

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@vicmc624

#the painkiller #marvel #bucky #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #x fem!reader #mcu #steve rodgers #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic #the winter soldier #sebastian stan #james howlett #logan howlett #wolverine #x men comics

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dancingisdangerouss · 2 years

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Hi could u do a scenario with a Gn/f reader being kidnapped the same time as finny in the black phone and the reader knowing finny is in more danger so they plan to escape but reader sacrifices themselves by tackling the grabber or using the belt to restrict the grabber in time for finny to escape? Sorry if it’s too specific, obviously make it how u want it! Thank u and pls take care of urself!

Sorry this took forever for me to get to, it's not at all too specific--I actually would have preferred some more direction! Wasn't sure if this was intended to be taken in a dark context or not, so I just went that way on default. I hope that's okay!

Warnings: Kidnapping, blood mention

“You really don’t hear it?”

You caught the tennis ball a ninth time, lazily tossing it against the wall opposite the one the two of you leaned against. Sadly, this mindless entertainment was all the ball seemed good for; you had tried to break the glass overhead with it (only to find you were not as strong of a throw as you thought), and had only once made the mistake of pitching it against The Grabber’s head during one of his “visits” (only Finney was given food after that incident, which he insisted on sharing with you, the sweet kid).

“It’s broken, Finn.” You threw your head back to look at him, watching the boy pace in a diminutive circle, his brows fixed in quiet thought. “The wire’s cut, too. C’mon, kid, you can’t be losing your mind on me already!”

“I’m not crazy.” Finney halted with his hands behind his back, looking forty years older with the deep frown on his face. “I know I can hear it.”

“So answer it, then.” You threw the ball again, this time missing it as it returned. It bounced off the mattress and rolled into the farthest corner, out of your reach. Damn it. “Not like it can hurt, right?”

Finney stooped to retrieve the ball and tossed it back to you. “I guess not…It’s just weird that you don’t hear it.”

You set the ball down on the concrete to your left, then patted the mattress at your right, indicating for him to come sit. He did.

“I know it’s scary, Finn. But it’s like I told you,” You ruffled his curls and he smiled, batting your hand away, “I’m not going anywhere, and I’m certainly not going to let him touch you, you hear me? I’ll be damned if anything bad happens to you on my watch…Gwen would throttle me,” you added, and you both laughed at the thought.

What a mess this all was. You certainly hadn’t intended for any of this to happen; Fate was just cruel to the two of you, putting you in the same place at the same time when this all had gone down.

Having just come off a grueling shift at the local recycled bookstore, “Judge The Cover,” you had been on your way home in pursuit of a long bath and microwaved macaroni when you ran into your neighbor’s kid, Finney Blake, in the midst of helping an older man retrieve some fallen groceries.

He and his sister were good kids—polite, friendly, and at that age where they were old enough to hold an actual conversation, but not yet into those obnoxious teenage years where they decided they hated you for no legitimate reason.

Gwen sometimes came by to hang out with your younger sister, and Finney occasionally joined them to get some homework done in a quiet home environment, so you would say you were pretty familiar with their family.

“You want to see a magic trick?” the older gentleman was asking him as he straightened his ridiculous black tophat.

But Finney caught your eye over the man’s shoulder and brightened, standing on tiptoe to give you a friendly wave.

“Hey, Y/N!” he called out, and the man in front of him startled in surprise, turning on his heel to follow Finney’s line of sight. “How was your shift?”

You huffed out a dramatic breath. “Never get a job in customer service, Finn, that’s all I can tell you.”

Taking notice of the shattered eggshells and yellow yolks leaking along the pavement, you faced the older man, offering him a cordial nod. “If you hurry back to the store in time, you can probably get your money back for these, sir.”

An artificial smile crossed the man’s equally-artificial face, which was caked in white paint. His eyes lay obscured beneath thick black sunglasses. This, coupled with the broken eggs, made you blurt without thinking, “Oh, I’m so sorry, are you blind? I didn’t even realize. Here, I can help.”

You knelt to scoop up the rest of the scattered grocery items, pawing them back into the paper bags.

“How…nice of you!” the man chirped, though his voice remained inauthentic. What was his problem? “Would you mind putting those in the back? There are some balloons in there, just move them aside.”

“Sure, sure.” You pulled the van door back, fighting to push through a mass of black balloons bouncing around inside as you set the grocery bags down wherever you could find space.

Finney’s scream drew your attention. You jumped, bumping your head on the ceiling of the van, and made to back out the way you came to see what was going on, but a pair of strong hands seized your hips, shoving you forward and down onto the van floor. Your forehead and nose smacked into the hard surface.

“Hey, what the hell—?”

You righted yourself, batting balloons out of your face as you tried to turn back around.

FLUMP!

Finney’s unconscious body flopped down into the van beside you, his expression twisted up in agony and the bitter fumes of strong chemicals flooding your nostrils. You hastily dropped over the kid, checking his pulse as best you could with a bunch of balloons dancing around your head.

“Over here, dear.”

You turned on instinct to follow the voice, only for a spray of burning liquid to assault your senses. Shrieking, you spit repeatedly to remove the medicinal taste from your tongue, but your vision spun fast, the black balloons melting into each other until they overwhelmed your eyes with the dark.

Since then, you had endured hours of huddling together in the dark of that deranged man’s basement, working through every inexplicable escape plan the two of you could put together.

That fucker with the fallen groceries was no blind man, that was for sure—and since the events of that day, he had equipped himself in various theatre masks, all based on certain emotions.

He had thankfully thus far not harmed either of you, but he never held back in his implications, and more than once you caught him watching the two of you as you slept.

“Could you not?” you had hissed, pulling Finney closer to you in a protective gesture that earned a low growl from beneath the mask; you found he really didn’t like when you got all mama/papa-bear-type over Finney.

Too damn bad.

You weren’t about to let your guard down. You were in this mess, too, so you had a responsibility as the adult to make sure you did everything in your power to protect Finney.

The trouble was, you knew you weren’t the one The Grabber wanted. You’d just been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you supposed the man didn’t really know what to do with you in light of this turn of events.

On top of that, it seemed The Grabber was distracted by a surprise guest recently, so between you intervening and someone showing up unexpectedly to his home, he was probably too flustered to make any big decisions just yet.

This all changed one overcast night, when you found the door unlocked.

It was risky, for sure, but you had to at least try.

You led the way up the moaning staircase, holding Finney’s hand as the two of you crept up to potential freedom, hearts racing in uneven tempos. Feeling around for the door handle, you eased the door open.

Oh shit.

The Grabber was waiting for you at the top of the stairs, spread wide-legged out in front of you against a kitchen chair. One hand lay limp against his kneecap, loosely gripping the black belt now absent from his trousers, the other resting at his thigh. His button-down shirt fell open down the middle, exposing his broad chest, which filled and deflated with each slow breath.

He was asleep!

Your hand tightened over Finney’s before releasing him entirely. Wordlessly, you nodded at the front door, and Finney seemed to understand, tiptoeing his way across the kitchen, the silence only broken with the occasional snore from The Grabber.

You followed suit, and swore when you realized there was a bike lock attached to the door, but Finney set to work on it without problem. How he knew the combination, you’d have to ask him later—now wasn’t the ideal time for that.

CLICK.

Both of you jumped as a dog began barking its head off, alerted to the escapees by the sound of the lock clicking open. Without bothering to turn around, you threw the door open, shoving Finney through it.

“Go!”

“But Y/N, you—“

“GO!”

You’d probably known all along that only one of you would make it out of this alive, and that there was no scenario where Finney wouldn’t be the one to do so. You’d come to terms with that the very day you were captured, really; if that kid living meant your death, then so be it.

As expected, The Grabber was on his feet in seconds, boots thudding heavily around the corner as he neared you to see what was going on.

You lunged, seizing the belt from his hand and wrestling it away the moment he set foot on the carpet. With the element of surprise, you actually managed to steal the weapon for yourself, and made haste to wrap it around his throat, squeezing.

The Grabber roared in rage, hands flying to his neck to fight you away from him. You knew first-hand he was stronger than you were, but you had to ensure that enough time passed for Finney to safely escape, so you held tight, fingers going white as you pulled the belt as taut as you could manage.

Before you could register what was happening, The Grabber threw you off of him, sending you skidding across the kitchen floor. You slid across the tile and banged your head against the corner of the table.

Momentarily dazed by the impact, you allowed The Grabber to climb atop your prone form, straddling your hips with his weight as he gasped for free air, having managed to disentangle the belt from his throat.

"Insolent little brat..." The man held you down, exposed chest heaving with each raging breath. The belt now found your throat instead, squeezing against the hollow. “And stupid. Why did you stay behind? You could have gone with him."

“And risk having him caught?” You coughed as he pushed the belt further into your airway. “N-no way. I kind of always kn-knew it would end this way.”

The pressure on your throat relented, replaced by The Grabber’s mask scraping against the skin there as he leaned forward. “You had already accepted that?”

You nodded, choking on an unsteady breath.

“Hope it was worth it to you.”

In the belt’s place, the cool flat of a blade nipped at your skin. “You’ve gone and ruined the game, Naughty (girl/boy). I have nothing left to lose now, you know that? So I’m going to take this nice…” The knife sank its teeth into your collarbone, allowing blood to flow free from the punctures, “and slow.”

#asks #requests #I hope this worked okay??#wasn't sure what direction to take it #like should it get smutty?#gory?#just kill Reader on the spot?#I decided to leave it somewhat open-ended #also not my best writing #still coming down off these painkillers oof #the grabber x reader #the black phone #the grabber #black phone #finney blake #grabber #x reader #finney shaw

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kryptonitejelly · 2 years

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drunk!hotch is def adorable it got me thinking imagine him on painkillers tho shsjsksk like he had to undergo a mini surgery and the doctor gave him painkillers and while he's under the influence of it, he looked and asking around 'am i in heaven bc why am i seeing an angel?' whilst looking at you.. the doctor told him that he's under the influence of painkillers for a bit and he suddenly just had the urge to flirt with you saying 'well I'd rather them to be under me instead' PLSSSS you're all nothing but red and cant decide whether you want to hide or smack him

Pleaseeeeeeee this is so cute :’)

It would be something minor, and he would wake up all groggy and cute, and be like 😶😶😶😶 and when he looks up and sees you, especially with this halo around your head created by the light above him, he would gasp and look around frantically, asking “am I in heaven?” slightly panicked.

The doctor wouldn’t even bat an eye, because he/she has seen too many patients coming off these kinds of painkillers from minor surgery and he/she would just be like “no” and explain.

Aaron would listen and get a bit frowny >:( because he would definitely insist that the doctor is lying to him, because well, you are there, and he is looking at you, all gentle, pretty features bathing in the glow of the light, and he would just be like “but… there is an angel…”

That would make the doctor and nurses laugh, and the doctor would reaffirm, that “no I promise you are just under painkillers”.

And he would think for a second before breaking out into the biggest smirk, slightly loopy from the painkillers, and tell you in front of everyone that “I rather you be under me instead”.

You would be all embarrassed and blush hard, and be like “Aaron stop, we are married you silly man….” And the doctor and nurse would just chuckle, before leaving and telling him to get some rest.

Once they are out of the room, he would put a hand on your waist, which soon after (like immediately) drop to your ass, and be like “if we are married, we can’t i have you under be”, and be flirty but also frowny at the same time when he starts to think how you are sooooo angelic and he wants you under him now.

You would just swat his hand away and huff, telling him he is loopy from the painkillers and you aren’t taking advantage of someone under the influence and tuck him in and force him to close his eyes.

He would be all grumbly, and ask you, “so when I’m not under the influence anymore, can I have you under me.”

Of course you agree >:)

#asks #send hotch thoughts #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #tw: surgery #tw: painkillers

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It's an Art (Angel Torres x Reader, Nope Reader Insert)

A/N: This may seem random but I watched Nope with my husband the other day and wrote a thing. (More than one but this is the one I posted.

The dirt in the air was brutal on your lenses but you tried not to think about it. You focused on getting the best shots. You back up camera ready to go in case the canon failed. The main issue you faced was the shutter could only work so fast. You had to try and anticipate the actions of an unpredictable creature. Sure, you had practice in the field, but this was unlike anything you had seen before. You honestly doubted your own skills for this one. It was increasingly frustrating. You almost wish you had just brought your old Bell and Howell 8mm motion picture camera. But your uncle had said that even if you just got photos documenting everything else it was worth it. So you kept at it. You shot multiple rolls of film. “The light,” Antlers says. You look up from where you were changing the film in your canon. You tuck the finished film in the case and into your bag. You are just snapping the camera casing closed after placing the new one when he continues. “The light, it's going to be magic soon.” Your stomach dropped. “What?” You started as your uncle began walking away. “Wait, no, you can't mean-” Your uncle doesn't even acknowledge you begging him to stop. “Please don't.” “Where are you going?” Angel asks him. “No! Just no!” You shout at him. Angel is confused but knows something bad is happening. You try to block him. Your uncle just puts a hand on your cheek. “Kid…” he starts. “Please don't do this,” you say, and your own voice sounds weak. “It's going to be alright,” your uncle says to you. He looks over at Angel. “We don't deserve the impossible.” He moves past you. You went to try and follow him but Angel manages to catch your wrist as he tells the Haywoods what was happening over the walkie. Both Em and OJ try to reach him over the device. You see Angel move towards the mounted camera. And you can't let it end like this. You have to try. You pick up your backup 35mm and hand it to Angel. It was set up primarily for black and white but it was better than nothing. “Lens cap,” you tell him as you take over the motion picture. You blink away tears as you attempt to orient the shot. “Stubborn bastard,” you mutter as you glance back towards where your uncle was. You hear Angel shout and you weigh your options. You pull the scarf and goggles over your eyes. You could barely see but they might save more than just your vision this time. Mentally thanking your journalist friend for having gifted you the snow goggles for a Yukon shoot. The tornadic force hits you and you wonder if you might actually die for this. You feel a piercing pain in the side of your head and the world goes black.

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