#but oh no there’s defensive wounds that need bandaging up

[rhetoricalrogue]

I probably should have paid more attention to the militia hierarchy in the last half of Days Gone so I can properly daydream potential story scenarios instead of getting sad that they took what normally looks like a Bob Ross painting and burned 90% of the landscape, like yes, I know this is part of the theme of the story but there are no happy little trees anywhere. Just sad little burnt stumps that did very little to keep the infected hordes away.

The Crater Lake area made me miss Lost Lake and the Cascade maps so much.

#dr. elena martinez #like I’m not even going to write anything but I got attached to Doc Jimenez #and Elena’s going to come back from a run just in time to save her co-worker/crush from getting stabbed #but oh no there’s defensive wounds that need bandaging up #and maybe a non-life threatening wound that needs more attention #which leads to the ‘you saved my life’ conversion and subsequent confessions of mutual pining #and also jokes about waking her patient up in the middle of the night to take vitals and tell him to go back to sleep #Elena was going to specialize in emergency surgery before all this went down #so she tries to lighten the mood afterwards by telling him it reminded her of a regular Friday night in the ER #I have such a need to write conversations about ‘what if none of this happened and we met at a conference or while doing rounds’ #and ‘what are the weird mundane things you miss?’ type questions #which are mostly whispered at night from the shared living quarters behind the main infirmary tent #it makes sense for them to live close to where they work #both of them speak fluent Spanish and often have entire conversations in their shared language #she had a tiny studio apartment near the hospital she was going to do her residency in #they have plenty of ‘what if’ conversations that circle around domestic stuff because it’s a way to escape from their everyday #‘I had central air and heat’ ‘you had me at running water and hot showers.’

[rileyslibrary]

i don't know if you've already gotten this but if you haven't can you please make a part 3 to the ghost and Lt fic? it was so, so good, you had me on the edge of my seat the entire time. jealous ghost is everything i never knew i needed and more. your writing is just too good that i have to know what happens next. thanks! 🫶

Hey reader! Glad you liked it! I wrote something quick for ya but I’m afraid there’s a more sensible Ghost in this one. It’s how I’d like to finish the “new Lt.” Saga. Oh well, hope you like this one as much as the last one! 🍫

Synopsis: Captain Price’s decision to put you with Ghost and Lt. Wilson in the same room serves more as a punishment to you than to them. You have Price’s number on speed dial, ready to pull the trigger.

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

Word Count: 1,033

Notes:

This is the final part of the story. Here’s Part 1, and Part 2.

Warning: The usual swearing.

Want more?

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Captain Price came into your office the day of the conflict and “made a few arrangements,” as he—very politely—said. These “arrangements” weren’t a big deal to an outsider, but enough for the three of you to be on edge.

And that tension didn’t come in the form of profanities or fist punches and yells. It was a lingering tension. Like the smell of fresh coffee in the morning as you walk down the stairs to the hotel’s breakfast area. Only it wasn’t coffee you smelled in this room; it was a combination of some leftover bitterness and unresolved conflict, mixed with the smell of iodine that both regularly applied on their—physical—wounds. Because the other type of wounding that Captain Price inflicted on them was pretty hard to be fixed with mere antiseptics and bandages. It seems like the Captain’s decision really hurt their ego.

See, Captain Price had this fantastic ability to make you feel small and insignificant just by smiling at you. He wasn’t direct like Ghost was. No. He was very subtle with his scolding if he ever did such a thing. He was the kind of person who would deliver criticism in the form of tropes, planting seeds in your mind so you would discover later on that they flourished and became trees filled with ripe fruit. A strong supporter of fixing something rather than scrapping and starting from the beginning, he decided not only to allocate Lt. Wilson in the same office as you and Ghost but to sit them next to each other, elbow-to-elbow.

Have you ever seen two kids whose parents have just scolded them? Sure you have; you’re looking at them right now as they sit before you.

One still wears his balaclava, with one black eye peaking out. He’s resting his head on the one hand, reading through some papers. He seems defensive but also embarrassed. Can you blame him? He not only jeopardised and almost risked his position in such an exuberant way, but having his arch nemesis as a “work buddy” was enough for him to build up his walls.

The other is bruised around the eyes due to him suffering a kick straight to the nose. He seems angry, but you’d be too if a giant beast jumped you from across the table. He moves frantically, pushing buttons on the laptop’s keyboard like a passionate pianist delivering his solo to an audience. His demeanour had changed dramatically as well. There was no more flirting, no unnecessary winking or pointing finger guns. He acted like a… soldier, for once.

And you? You were a wallflower. Trying to make as little noise as possible, closing drawers quietly, as if a newborn is sleeping next to you, not asking much, and peaking over your computer’s screen to monitor their behaviour, just like Captain Price ordered you.

“Are you trying to punch through the desk with your fingers, man?” Ghost asks Wilson, and you immediately tense up.

“‘This piece of shit doesn’t save my document,” Wilson replies while repeatedly pushing the same key.

You grab your phone. Captain Price gave you his number and advised you to call him immediately if things were about to take a wrong turn.

“I don’t care what you’re trying to achieve on that thing,” Ghost says, “but you’re pretty successful in pissing me off right now.”

Your heart jumps to your throat, and you unlock your phone.

“I’m not doing it on purpose, man!” Wilson exclaims, “though can’t say I’m not chuffed for doing that to you.” He continues smirking.

“What a fucking prick,” Ghost says and slides his chair to Wilson’s desk. “Let me show you.”

You shoot yourself up and show them your phone with Captain Price’s phone ready on speed dial.

“ONE MORE MOVE, AND I CALL PRICE.” You shout, and they both turn to look at you dumbfounded.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, doll?” Wilson yells back, “Lt. Is trying to help.”

“The hell, love?” Ghost agrees and raises his hands in the air in a stance of innocence, “here, look,” he says, putting one hand on the mouse and the other on Wilson’s keyboard.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Wilson mutters and turns to Ghost, “is this how we’re gonna have them every day?”

“Beats me, man.” Ghost replies, “can’t make a move anymore.”

You look at Wilson, then turn to Ghost, then back to Wilson. Neither is paying attention to you. Ghost is explaining to Wilson that he removed the “.docx” extension, and that’s why he couldn’t save the document. Wilson thanks him, and Ghost nods. He slides his chair back to his desk.

“You play football, by the way?” Wilson asks Ghost.

“I do,” Ghost nods, “how’d you know?”

“That kick,” Wilson explains, “was like you shot a penalty.”

Ghost briefly chuckles, “don’t make me laugh,” he says, “my tooth hurts.”

“From the punch?” Wilson asks, laughing, and Ghost nods. “I can give you my dentist’s contact details,” Wilson suggests, “he’s brilliant at fixing teeth.”

Ghost gives him a thumbs up and immediately lifts his index finger to form a gun, “appreciate it, mate,” he says.

He appreciates it? Wh- mate? F- finger guns? It just occurred to you that you’re still standing, holding that phone close to your chest.

“Right, I’ll go make us all some tea!” Wilson says as he stands up and claps his hands.

You both look at him exiting the room, then turn at each other.

I know what you’re about to say,” Ghost begins, “but let me explain first.”

You furrow your eyebrows and place your phone on your desk. “Please do, Simon.” You say and cross your arms over your chest.

“There’re two options here,” he says, tilting his head to the side. “I either attempt to put some sense to the guy for continuing to call you doll, which will result in Captain kicking me out for good”, he explains. “Or,” he continues, tilting his head to the other side, “I bite the bullet and bare his nonsense just so I can continue being here.”

You blush and smile at him. “Here?” You ask.

“Yes, here,” he replies and meets your gaze, “with you.”

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#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x y/n #simon ghost riley fanfiction #simon ghost riley fic #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #cod ghost #ghost cod #ghost call of duty

[im-sleepdeprived]

Can you write something about co-workers to friends to lovers?

fix you up

pairing: peter parker x reader

a/n: i won’t lie to y’all idk how i feel abt this one. its cute dgmw but i hope you guys like it !!! ive had this request for an EMBARRASSINGLY long time, anon if you’re upset, i totally understand

warnings: mentions of injuries, burns, rude customers, bandaging some wounds n stuff, fluff and pining !!! (disclaimer: I’ve never been a barista so forgive me if this is a lil off)

masterlist, requests are open !!

Working in a rustic-vintage-corner-campus-cafe was definitely not how you saw your college years going. Your teen self would’ve killed to work at a place like this but when you grew up, you realized just how different the workload is between a high school student and a uni one such as yourself. 

You weren’t complaining of course. The pay was adequate, your manager was a simple old lady who never had much to say other than making sure all the equipment was clean, you got along with your coworkers pretty well for the most part and the customers were tolerable. 

But every once in a while, you’d get an entitled shithead who seemed to make it their life’s mission to ruin someone else’s day. And the problem with working a social job such as you did, is that you were an easy target. 

It started off as a fairly simple day, you clocked in and put on your apron ready to start your shift for the day. You preferred late morning shifts, leaving afternoons for classes (and the rouge 8am lecture every now and then) and nights for going out or studying. 

“Oh, Y/N! Thank god you're here,” Your co-worker, Vanessa, exclaimed.

Vanessa was a few years older than you. She actually wasn’t a student, she’d given college a try and it wasn’t her thing. Apparently, all it did was “try to undermine unstoppable greatness.” She was chatty, but you actually liked that about her. She could keep up a conversation with a statue. When you first started off here she’d been the one to show you the ropes and ever since then, you’d had a specific bond with her that you couldn’t really put a name to.

You gave her a small smile, “Yeah well, I do prefer to show up when promised. Especially when my paycheck depends on it,” you let out a small laugh.

“Yes! See, that's what I love about you,” she made a disgusted face, “Unlike Peter. Honestly, I don't understand how he hasn’t been fired yet! He shows up at least half an hour late to every shift yet Miss Hannigan still keeps him around.”

“Oh,” you stuttered, raising your hands a little in defense, “I didn't mean it as a jab at Peter, I swear.”

She tossed a curled blonde lock of hair over her shoulders while waving her other hand in dismissal, “Honey, don’t worry about it. I know you would never, you’re far too sweet for that. But I wouldn’t blame you if you did, you know, having to work more than half your shift alone? I swear if Bernard did that to me,” she made a big show of gesturing to herself, "I would not deal with it.”

While what she was saying wasn’t necessarily wrong, it didn’t feel right talking about Peter like that. Sure, he was late most of the time, leaving you to do most of the work while you waited for him to show up (somehow when he started working you two got the same shift together and it’s just been that way ever since) and while you, also, normally wouldn’t put up with this, there was something different about Peter. You never felt like he was taking advantage of you, and purposefully made you pick up extra slack. It was quite the opposite actually, he always apologized profusely and never slacked when he was on the clock. He always seemed so rushed and out of breath, you were pretty sure the poor boy just needed to learn how to manage time better. Plus, he always took it upon himself to unpack the orders because of all the heavy lifting required (you couldn’t tell just by looking at him, with all the sweaters he wore, but man was he ripped.)

“He’s actually really sweet.” You’re not sure why exactly you’re so keen on defending Peter. You two barely spoke, outside of work of course, and you don’t know much about him. But something inside you didn’t like anyone assuming anything bad about him. 

“Yea, well, he’d be a ton sweeter if he clocked in on time,” she laughed as she untied her apron, getting ready to leave. You faked a laugh as well, not wanting the conversation to progress any further. 

“Alrighty, well,” she heaved a breath, “I'm off, have a good rest of your day Y/N.”

You smiled once again and sent a wave her way before settling down in front of the register. It was slow today, not many people in the shop. A fellow student you only recognized from work sat in a corner booth with their headphones locked in and was working on what seemed to be some kind of essay. 

There was an older woman, however, looking incredibly irritated at the table closest to you. You’d never seen her before but that wasn’t too strange. It was a near-campus cafe, after all, lots of people passing through. She looked to be typing on her phone until, suddenly, she shut it off and made direct eye contact with you. 

If looks could kill, you would’ve dropped dead behind the counter, which wouldn’t be all that ideal considering you couldn’t remember the last time anyone mopped that side of the store. 

She stood up and walked towards you and you already dreaded the conversation to come.

“I have an order,” she spit out, as if she were disgusted to even be talking to you at the moment. 

No greeting or anything, wow. Someone wasn’t raised right. 

Nonetheless, you put on your well-rehearsed customer service smile and gave in. “Sure, I’d be happy to help with that. Can you just give me the order?”

She rolled her eyes dramatically. “I shouldn’t have to, I called in and placed it and it should be ready by now. I'm going to be late!”

You froze for a moment, not quite sure what to do, “I’m so sorry for the inconvenience ma’am, but I just got here and I haven’t heard anything,” you glance at the little whiteboard kept on the counter for these exact situations only to find it empty, “and I don’t see anything here about a phone-placed order. Are you sure you have the right store?”

Her face was so red and steam was practically blowing out of her ears, “Of course, I have the right store! Do you think I'm stupid or something?”

“No! Of course not, I'm so sorry,” you start to blabber off, not wanting to make her any angrier than she already was, “I’ll get things ready for you right away ma’am.”

You turned around and tried to make yourself not freak out as badly as you wanted to. It was so humiliating getting yelled at like this in public! And yeah, maybe if you had such a problem with unpleasant interactions like this, you shouldn't have taken a social job such as this one, but honestly, you thought people would have enough manners not to act up like this. Apparently not. 

It slipped your mind for a moment because of how scrambled you got when the lady flipped her lid, but Vanessa has been known to do this, forget to write down orders and leave you to fend for yourself (quite literally since your coworker was never really around) and you’re pretty sure that’s what happened here. Other customers were usually more understanding than this woman bordering on Kathy-Bates-movie-character-insanity over a drink order. 

You reached into your back pocket, deciding you’d try to send her a hurried text about any phone calls she might remember. That just seemed to anger your customer more.

“Excuse me?! I'm sitting here waiting for my order and you're too busy chatting away on your phone?”

You lose yourself for a moment and you can’t feel your face anymore. 

“I am so sorry ma’am,” you repeat, which seems to be your mantra since you started working today, “I was just checking to see if-,”

“I don't care what you were checking, or what you need to see! Give me what I paid for,” her hand started smacking against the counter loud enough for the only other person in the store to look up, broken from their reverie. They merely shot you an apologetic look before getting back to their work, leaving you to fend for yourself.

“You have terrible customer service, honestly. I come here every Tuesday with my book club, but never again. If I don’t get exactly what I asked for in the next five minutes, I'm calling your boss and not leaving until I'm sure you’re fired.” 

You shake your head, “There’s no need to do that ma’am, I'll get everything ready for you.”

You turned around once again, this time, heading towards the cappuccino machine. You’re not sure why you said that considering you have no clue what ‘everything’ is that has to get ready. 

In all honesty, there’s a low chance that a suburban-white-soccer-mom type would have any real effect on your employment. Miss Hannigan would surely not fire you just because some order forgot to be written down and some customer got pissed. Right?

But you really didn’t want to find out. 

So, you started up the machine and turned to grab a cup. Today, apparently, was just doomed from the start. As you turned to grab one of the cups placed on the shelf over the machine, your hand hit the button that turned on the steam wand. Which was aimed directly at your other hand. 

You bit down the yelp that threatened to escape and jumped back, the back of your hand now searing with pain. Instinctively, your other hand came to cup your injured one, which only made it worse. You fought back tears as you moved to turn the steam back off. 

Inhaling deeply, you took a moment to try to get your mind working again. “Hello?!” Of course. You turned your head and gave her the fakest smile you’ve ever mustered in your whole life. “One minute ma’am.”

You could hear her going off about how she doesn’t have a minute to spare, but you ignored her, trying to think of what the hell you could give her to just get her out of your face. You’d have to guess her order since I wasn’t actually taken. You’d started playing a game with yourself since you worked here, guessing people's drink orders, and you’d say you’ve gotten pretty good. 

You peeked a look back at her. You’d had customers around her age come in before and order, for the most part, the same thing. A plain cappuccino. Seemed like a safe bet.

Swallowing down the pain as best you could, you approached the machine again. This time, taking out the portafilter. It must’ve not been put in correctly because it clattered to the ground, coffee grinds falling around the floor. 

You wanted to cry. Your hand hurt like hell, there was a new mess to deal with, and that lady hadn’t stopped complaining since you stepped in. 

Frozen, you began to panic a little, breaths coming out sporadically. You’d leave the sweeping for later, but you had to clean the filter so you could use it because it was the only one. And the slightest brush of air made your hand burn even more. You had no clue how to go about this. Maybe if you-

Like an angel, Peter rushed in through the side door. Tying his apron around his waist, he looked towards you. Your hand flew up to your mouth at his perfect timing and you saw his expression grow more concerned. 

He rushed towards you. “What happened?” And for a second, you forget everything that was stressing you out just a few moments before. He grabbed your hand so gently, you forgot every ounce of pain. 

“I cannot believe this!” She wasn’t giving up and you shut your eyes in frustration, turning to reply to her again. But before you can open your mouth, Peter steps in. “Hold on, can’t you clearly see she’s hurt?”

She scoffed and crossed her arms, “That’s her fault. If she knew how to do her job, it wouldn’t have happened.”

You could feel the anger rolling off him in waves. His expression hardened and his mouth opened to shoot something back at her, but this time, you cut him off. You placed your non-injured hand on his shoulder and gave him a look. 

He stared at you for a few seconds before finally giving in, blowing out some air in a frustrated huff. “Go wait for me inside,” he told you, nodding his head toward the employees-only backroom. 

“What?” You asked confused. You didn’t wanna leave him alone. 

“You’re not working right now, there’s no way I’m letting you. I’ll deal with her. Go, I’ll be right there,” he said, shoving you away gently.

Once you heard that he’d be following you, you were more willing. You walked through the door and took a seat at the table usually used for meal breaks. The ‘break room’ was a small room positioned in the back of the store. You can’t remember what this place used to be (a diner maybe?) but this specific room was used as an office, but Miss Hannigan claimed she had no use for an office so it was used for employee breaks. 

Every ounce of you was grateful for Peter’s Superman moment back there. He came in today earlier than usual and he’d totally saved your ass. You were going to make sure to tell him. 

You weren’t waiting long before the door opened again and Peter walked in, holding a backpack you hadn’t seen on him before. In his other hand, he held a drink. He placed the drink on the table before he grabbed one of the chairs, bringing it close to yours, and you turned your body to face him. 

He picked up your hand again, just as gently as before. “Alright,” he let out a breath of relief, “it’s not as bad as I thought, but, it’s still gonna take a while to heal. Wait,” he leaned over, unzipping his bag and taking supplies out while you just stared at him.

“I thought you majored in biochemistry.” You blurted out. Your face heated up a little when he looked at you curiously.

“I- I saw your textbooks once when you left your bag open. And I’ve seen you around campus, near the science-y buildings…and stuff.” You shrugged and he chuckled. 

“I do,” he nodded, “any medical stuff is self-taught. I get into a lot of…accidents.”

“Oh.” You nodded at him. What kind of accidents would he get into? You’d never seen him hurt, but what did you know. 

“I take it you don’t major in anything science-y,” he said, grinning at you.

You shook your head, “No, I don’t. But I have a chemistry class I have to take for credit. Which makes no sense because chemistry has nothing to do with what I want to learn.”

He laughed and set his bag back down, everything he needed was now laid out on the table. “Okay,” he picked up a white tube with red lettering on it. “This is gonna help with pain and scarring. I’m going to spread some of this, then wrap it up for you.” You looked at the table and saw he’d also taken out some white gauze. What kind of ‘accidents’ did he get into?

You nodded, at a complete loss for words. You had no idea Peter knew so much about injuries and you were so thankful he was helping you out. You didn’t hate each other, but you weren’t close either.

He applied a small amount to the back of your hand, asking you constantly if you were okay as he rubbed it on softly. Honestly, even if it did hurt, you wouldn’t have the heart to tell him.

He finished up with the cream and moved onto the gauze, expertly wrapping it up to lightly cover your wound. When he was finished with that, he carefully tied it off, making sure not to tie it too tight.

“There,” he leaned back and smiled at you, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. “All fixed up.”

 “Thank you, Peter, really.” You reluctantly pulled your hand back into your lap, missing the warmth of his fingers wrapped around it.

“You don’t need to thank me Y/N, it’s the least I could do. I’m just glad I got here earlier than usual.”

You nodded and looked down. “Well thanks anyway, you saved my ass back there. Seriously, I have no idea what’s wrong with me today but I kept fucking everything up.”

“Hey,” he said softly, making you look up and meet his gaze. “You didn’t fuck anything up. Okay? You made a few mistakes, but that's not your fault. She shouldn’t have been treating you like that, especially when you’d hurt yourself.” He looked away and scoffed as he remembered the terrible customer that had ruined your morning. You would’ve felt extremely touched by his care if it weren’t for his next words.

“All that for a plain fucking cappuccino.” He mumbled.

“A plain cappuccino? Really?” You asked excitedly, forgetting about everything, and grinning at him wildly. 

“Um, yeah…why?” He asked you, confusion was written all over his face, but he couldn’t help his own smile slightly growing when he noticed your enthusiasm.

“Nothing,” you shook your head quickly, smile never fading, “I just…well, I play this game with myself where I guess people's drink orders. And I think I’m getting pretty good because that’s exactly what I was going to make her before you walked in.”

He laughed out loud and you joined in. “What’s my order?” He asked. 

You paused for a moment. “A caramel macchiato with extra caramel.”

He looked at you for a bit, “Close,” he admitted. “It used to be.”

“So are you gonna tell me what it is now?”

Shaking his head, he leaned over the table and dragged the drink he’d brought in earlier in front of you. “Here,” he changed the subject, “I made you this.”

You’d completely forgotten about it, and when you took a closer look, you realized it was your coffee order. 

Your mouth fell open, “How’d you know?”

He just shrugged, smiling slightly. He knew it was your favorite, but the confirmation was still nice. “I've seen you make it for yourself. Educated guess.”

“Oh my god,” you said, voice soft. It was a simple thing really, you had one most days at the end of your shift. But the fact that he’d noticed… It just meant a lot. “Thank you so much, Peter.”

He just waved you off, his smile growing when he noticed your reaction to the drink. He couldn’t believe he got a chance to speak to you. Truly speak to you. He was always too awkward or embarrassed or trying to avoid embarrassment. But now, while he didn’t like the circumstances that led you both here, he was actually talking to you. And it was nice.

“So,” he started, not wanting this to end just yet, “you said you’ve got a chemistry class?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, picking up your drink and taking a sip. “The one with Professor Hall. I actually have a class after this shift. I totally suck though, and he hates me. I just don’t get it, and he doesn’t explain it well!”

Peter nodded, completely understanding what you meant. It was a tough subject to begin with, and he knew not everyone was as into science as he was, add onto that a teacher who doesn’t really teach, it’s a recipe for disaster. 

“I actually had that class. Last year. I can help you, sometimes. If you’d like me to, that is!” He rushed out. Great, he thought, now I’m getting awkward. 

You looked up at him, eyes wide. “Really? Do you mean that?”

“Of course. I think I’ve still got my notes too, if you want ‘em.” He shrugged nonchalantly as if he wasn’t saving your ass again. 

“Oh my god Peter,” you placed your non-injured hand on his knee, not noticing the way his body stiffened and he gulped. “That would help so much. There’s a huge exam coming up, and it's a huge part of my grade so I have to pass. I started cramming earlier but—”

“I’ll help,” he reassured you, “I enjoy science anyway, so it’ll be fun for me.”

“Thank you,” you repeated. Staring at him so close, you realized you’d never noticed how handsome he was. Sure there were times you thought he was cute, from afar, but now…you could see the different shades of brown in his eyes, the way one of his eyebrows was slightly curlier than the other, unwilling to sit straight. You couldn’t help but stare-

“Oh my god,” you repeated, except this time, you had remembered something. “If we’re both in here, who’s outside?”

“What? Oh, um,” he scratched the back of his neck, still reeling from having you so close to him. “Freddy’s out there?”

“Freddy?” You asked confused. 

He nodded. “The guy writing on his laptop, he’s friends with my roommate, throws the craziest parties. He’s chill, I told him to keep an eye out if someone else walks in. But it’s been slow, so I think we’re good.”

“Oh, okay.” You said, standing up. “We should probably still go though.”

He stood up beside you, frowning. “I don’t think you should work with your hand hurt. I don’t want you accidentally making it worse.”

Your heart warmed at his concern. “That's really sweet Peter, but I’ll be fine. I don’t know what happened before, I never do stuff like that, even accidentally.”

He still didn’t look convinced. “Why don’t you just go home? I can take it for today.”

You shook your head quickly, “I’m not leaving. I have a class later and it would just be a waste of time going back and forth anyway.”

You walked towards the door, opened it, and exited before he had a chance to argue anymore. You stepped behind the counter while Peter rushed out behind you. You watched Freddy give him a thumbs up and Peter nodded at him before he followed right after you. 

“Are you sure you should go to class today? I can walk you home so you can take the day off,” he offered, and he looked so genuine you almost accepted. 

“Peter,” you laughed and he decided no matter what your response was, it wouldn’t matter because hearing you say his name like that was enough. “I’ll be fine, I didn’t break both my legs, it's just a small burn.”

He stared at you for a bit as you smiled at him, trying to get him to ease up. “Fine,” he gave in reluctantly. “But no going towards the cappuccino machine,” he waved a finger at you, “or the ovens. Or anything hot!”

“Fine,” you shot back, grinning wide and he couldn’t help but return it.

The rest of the morning had gone by easily and you thought maybe you didn’t have totally shit luck. Peter was way more fun than you ever thought he’d be and you wondered why you didn’t start talking to each other sooner. 

It used to be silently working together but after those few moments in the break room, you guys were laughing your whole shift. He meant what he said, and he kept you away from anything that produced heat (which you told him was an insane boundary to set in a cafe) so you had extra time to make quips here and there.

You started playing your order-guessing game with him, teaching him certain traits that gave someone away:

“Side part, beanie, and a crossbody? Oh, he’s getting a tall, dark, americano for sure.”

“She’s getting tea. No coffee, just tea. Maybe with a little lemon wedge.”

And he started to get the hang of it. 

“She looks like she drinks matchas right?” He said to you when a girl around your age walked in. He’d been right and you both laughed about it afterwards. 

When your work shift ended, you were actually upset. 

“I’ve got a class to get to,” you told him, lifting your bag onto your shoulder. You’d both cleaned up and gotten yourselves ready, now standing in front of the door. Something in you didn’t want to leave just yet, enjoying your time together far too much to end it so soon. 

“Yeah…” he trailed off, you waited for him to continue but he hesitated. 

“What is it?” You crossed your arms and smiled slightly, shifting your weight onto your other foot. He brought a hand up to scratch the back of his neck, “I just…well, I was just wondering—if it's okay with you of course!” He rushed out, quickly bringing his hands up. “That I could walk you to class?”

You laughed, “I’d love that Pete, thank you.” You turned to open the door to let you both out but he quickly moved forward, holding it open for you and motioning for you to move forward. 

Looking back at him, you smiled and noticed his cheeks were a little red. How had you never noticed how adorable he was?

The walk back to campus wasn’t long but you learned a lot. He told you where he went to high school, his friends he still kept in touch with, his Aunt May, some funny moments from parties he’d been forced to attend by his roommate, and you laughed together.

You told him about the book you were currently reading, your life back home and your family, and why you chose to go to this college. He went along with your jokes, which made it all the more better for you. “I mean if you think about it,” you'd said, “it is so much easier to romanticize your life  when your school campus is as pretty as this one, and that’s real motivation!”

The conversation flowed naturally between you two and it felt like you’d been friends for ages. He dropped you off outside of your class building with the promise of picking you up afterward so you two could study together. 

“So I’ll be back here in an hour right,” he asked. 

“Right,” you smiled at him. “And thanks again Pete, for everything.” You held up your bandaged hand, shaking it a little before setting it back down. 

He shook his head quickly, “Don’t thank me for that. Really.”

You stared at him with a warm expression. “Bye Peter,” you waved as you turned to walk into your class.

“Bye Y/N,” he returned. He watched you walk through the doors, shooting him one last smile before you disappeared from view, before blowing out a breath of air. 

He’d finally gotten a chance to talk to the girl he’d been crushing on for months, and he got to walk her to class! And they were meeting up afterward. After working so close to you and never having the guts to initiate a conversation, he’d settled for just admiring you from afar. But after today, there was nothing that could keep him away. 

You were not having a good day. 

You’d just found out that your chemistry exam was being bumped up to two days from now. Even with the early studying you’d done before, there was no way you could catch up with everything that fast. You were so overwhelmed you had completely forgotten Peter was waiting for you outside. 

You walked out, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth, and you practically jumped out of your skin when someone placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey, don’t worry,” he said, his voice soft yet full of concern. Peter. “It's just me. What happened?”

The second he saw you walk out, he could tell something was off. He could literally sense the anxiety rolling off of you in waves. He had waited for you to look up and stop when you saw him, but you were just about to walk past him before he stopped you. Now, you were looking at him with distress coating every feature on your face. Your brows were pinched, your lip red from biting it, and your eyes wide and distant like you couldn’t even see him and he was standing right in front of you. Something had gone wrong and he wanted nothing more than to fix it. 

“What is it? What’s wrong? He asked frantically. 

“Oh my god,” you whispered, hands flying up to the sides of your head and gripping your hair. You weren’t looking at him anymore, “Oh my god.”

“Ok Y/N,” he said nervously, “you’re starting to scare me.”

“Two days Peter!” You looked at him wildly. “Two days! I can’t go over everything in two days, is he fucking insane? I didn’t even know he could do something like that, I mean, can he do something like that? I feel like that shouldn’t be allowed it should—”

You cut yourself off and started pacing back and forth in front of him. “Oh my god, I’m gonna bomb this. And if I fail, it’ll bring my whole grade down! I can’t afford that I—”

“Hey,” he repeated, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder again. “I said I’m gonna help you, and I meant it. So we’re gonna get through this together, even if we have to stay up all night.”

You stared at him, trying to wonder what you’d done in your life to deserve such an angel. 

You shook your head quickly, “I really appreciate that Peter, but I’m serious. There’s no way I can learn everything I need to know that fast.”

You tried to smile at him but it didn’t reach your eyes. 

He grinned, his expression the total opposite of yours. “Well, you’ve clearly never studied with me, so don’t sound too sure yet.”

Another thing you’d come to realize was just how smart Peter was. 

You really should’ve known when he told you he’d taken that advanced chemistry class a year ago. And passed. 

Looking through his notes, you could see his attention to detail. He really wasn’t a slacker in the classroom because everything was clearly laid out here. 

You’d spent that night going over everything and you’d actually started to feel hopeful about it. Peter was a way better teacher than Professor Hall, and it didn’t hurt that he was so cute. He was understanding with everything and was willing to go over any part for as long as it took for you to fully grasp it. 

At the end of the night, he’d undone the wrappings around your hand, reapplied the cream for you, and wrapped it up again.

“It’s doing okay,” he reassured you. “Like I said, it’s gonna take a while, but if it starts hurting or anything, take some medicine. Then find me.”

You were sure you’d just melted into his hands at that moment.

The next day, you couldn’t wait to get through everything and see him again, even if you were going to be talking about chemistry. 

You weren’t scheduled to work at the cafe today, so you’d only get to meet up after both of your classes. 

Lectures were a blur, nothing really catching your attention and you spent most of the time with your phone tucked in your hand texting back and forth with Peter, barely concealing your laughter when he sent you memes. 

It was like that all day, until, finally, you made your way over to his small apartment he shared with one of his friends. 

its very quaint 🤌

(totally NOT what we say to make ourselves feel better about this shoebox)

He’d told you over text, making you laugh out loud as you made your way over there. 

dw🫡 I was one of those kids who used to live in their play tents and hid in random corners and spaces

im totally ready for this

ok but be warned, we do not have a pet!!! they are not allowed per our lease!!! ignore the cat when you come in!!! tell no one!!!

what cat ??

good girl ;)

Your face flushed as you made your way up the steps to his door. You knocked three times and barely had to wait a second before Peter stood before you, holding the door open. 

“Hi,” he said, smiling at you. 

“Hi,” you grinned back. You heard a small ‘meow’ come from behind him and he quickly held up a finger to his lips. You covered your mouth, stifling a laugh as you nodded at him. 

“Come on in,” he said, stepping out of the way to lead you through the door. You stepped in and kicked off your shoes before looking around. It was plain, but that was to be expected really. 

There was a large poster hanging next to their TV, however, that caught your eye. “Big fan?” You asked him, shoving your thumb in the direction of the Star Wars poster. 

He shrugged nonchalantly, “Kind of.”

“Oh. Well, I was just asking because I love those movies. My little brother used to watch them and I got really into it.”

“Oh. I mean—I don’t know what I was saying before I love them too.” He rushed out, making you giggle.

He stayed staring at you for a bit, his eyes rounding out and his mouth gaping a little bit. 

You gave him a small smile, “Okay, well we should-” You let out a small yelp, hands flying to your mouth as you jumped back. 

The living room was small. The only things occupying it were the TV mounted to the wall, and in front of it, was a sofa. And on the sofa, was an unconscious body that you hadn’t noticed until it let out a low groan. You really weren’t sure how you missed it, there wasn’t much else to look at, but they had just been so still. 

Heart beating erratically, you turned towards Peter again, who was looking at you with all the amusement in the world written all over his face. “Was he always there,” you whispered, eyes wide.

He opened his arms, “Well, angel, I really don’t know. Did you see anyone come in?”

“Oh shut up,” you grumbled. “He looks familiar…is that..”

“Freddy.” He finished for you. Right. The dude from the cafe. 

“He crashes here sometimes.” He added.

You nodded. “Alright.”

“Shall we?” He opened a door beside him and looked at you. 

“Right. Yeah, of course.” You walked past him and into his room. You stopped after you entered, taking a moment to look around. His room was simple, with just his bed, a desk and chair, and a dresser perched next to another door you assumed was his closet. 

What really caught your attention, however, were the photos scattered all over the walls. The room was practically engulfed in Peter Parker’s memories, and you really liked it. Without thinking, you approached one wall, walking through them and taking each one in. 

There were some with large groups of people, those looked like school trips. Most of the photos were of the same two people, and based on what he’d told you, you assumed those were his friends. Ned and MJ. 

A lot of the photos contained an older woman, who looked stunning. That had to be his Aunt May. You were shocked by how many photos he had with the Tony Stark. He’d told you he had an internship at Stark Industries, but really, you sorta thought he just went on coffee runs all day. 

And then, you saw a couple shots of Spider-Man. It wasn’t unusual, you knew a lot of people snapped photos of the masked hero when they spotted him around the city. What was unusual, was the quality of the photos. You didn’t know if you’d ever seen such clear photos of him, even on the news, as he was always swinging and in motion. In these, Peter seemed to have caught him at just the right time. You wondered how long it took him to capture the photos.

“Big fan?” You smirked over at him from your spot by one of the Spider-Man photos as you repeated your words from earlier. 

Peter leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, content with watching go over the details of his life. He felt a little naked, like he was bared out in front of you. But…it felt good too. He liked knowing you were learning new things about him, and curious to know more. It filled him with an anxious sort of giddiness.

“You first,” he said slyly.

Laughing, you said, “Well, I don’t see how anyone can hate on the guy. He literally runs around saving lives”

He laughed as he approached you, standing by your side. You’d be surprised. “True I guess.”

“We should get to studying,” you said, breezing past him, your hand brushing his bicep as you did. He sucked in a breath, his entire body feeling electrocuted after that one touch. He wondered how you seemed so normal, laying out your books and papers on the floor beside his bed. 

This was gonna be a long night. 

He cleared his throat and moved to sit across from you, hoping he didn’t look as flushed as he felt. 

After a few moments of him watching you get settled, you heard him start laughing. Looking up you asked, “What’s so funny?”

That only made him laugh harder. “Just thinking about how scared you got before. Did you really not see him?”

You felt your face go hot. “I didn’t! I had no clue he was there, and next thing I know he’s making lawn mower nosies!”

Peter was red in the face now. “The way you flew back,” he said between fits of laughter, “I thought you’d give yourself whiplash.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled at him, picking up one of your pens and throwing it at him. It bounced off without him even flinching. 

You looked down, avoiding his gaze by busying yourself with your papers. 

“Okay I’m ready to be serious now,” he said. The laughter was gone but amusement twinkled in his voice. 

“Great! Welcome back Pete, now hand me that pen, I’m gonna need it.”

Two hours later, you were both sprawled across the floor tossing Chess-Its at one another. 

“Come on!” You threw your arms up in defeat when you threw another cracker at him just for him to catch it again. 

Peter chuckled, “Sorry angel, I’ve just got killer reflexes.”

“Alright whatever,” You rolled your eyes. “Come on, throw some at me.”

You opened your mouth, ready to finally win one round of this nonsense…just for a Cheez-It to hit your cheek and fall to the ground with the rest of your tries. 

Peter laughed while you sat up, reached to grab the box of crackers, and poured some into your hand before putting it back down. 

“Okay, I’m done. I actually want to eat them now.” You said, munching on a cracker and sitting against the side of his bed. 

“Oh come on, don’t be a quitter Y/N/N,” he grinned, leaning over and pinching your cheek. 

You swatted his hand away with your empty one. “M’not.”

He smiled at you before sitting up. “Hit me,” he said, opening his mouth and pointing at it. 

You grabbed a Cheez-It from the palm of your hand and made a big show of trying to get your aim right. Squinting one eye, you stared at him, moving your hand back and forth before tossing it slightly more to the right. On purpose. 

That didn’t stop him from leaning over and catching it in his mouth. 

“I don’t like this game,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him. 

“Don’t act like I don’t know what you did,” he said back, munching on his Cheez-it. 

“Sue me,” you told him, brushing him off with a wave of your hand. 

He laughed before he settled down. “How’s your hand feeling by the way.” His voice was considerably softer now, making you smile softly at him. 

“It’s doing great, thank you again, Peter. I would’ve been totally fucked if it weren’t for you,” you told him honestly. 

He shook his head, “Don’t thank me at all Y/N. Hate seeing you hurt,” he mumbled, less to you and more to himself and he stayed staring at your wrapped-up hand. 

“Well don’t worry about that, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

“Yeah?” He looked at you suddenly, like he needed to know you meant it. 

“Yeah,” you nodded at him. 

“That’s good,” he breathed out and your heart squeezed at how much he seemed to care. 

“What's your plan? Y’know, for after school?” You didn’t want to leave just yet, even with your studying done. And you wanted to know more about him. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t taken a certain liking to him lately. 

“Well after I get my degree, I’m going move up a little further in Stark Industries. I’m still undecided on grad school, I think I’ve got everything I need and I’m probably just gonna start saving up to pay off student loans instead of adding on them.”

You nodded at him, “So the Stark internship is going well? No offense, I sort of thought you were their coffee mule.” You grinned at him before popping a Cheez-It in your mouth. 

He scoffed, “No, I’m not. I mean, it did take a while to get them to take me seriously, but I got there!”

You laughed, “Well, very proud of you Pete. That’s super impressive.”

He grinned at you, his face heating up at your words. He wondered if you knew how much it affected him every time you called him Pete. Probably not, but he never wanted you to stop. 

You two stayed like that for another hour or so, time passing by without you noticing at all. You talked about your futures, where you say yourselves after school, and after that. Your admiration for him only grew as you got to know him more. You could talk to him all night and never get bored honestly, you-

Shit. 

A random notification lit up your phone, which lay beside you on the floor, making you take notice of the time. 

You sat up quickly, spitting out curses as you started gathering your belongings and shoving them into your bag. 

Peter sat up as well, helping you get your things together but in a calmer manner than yourself. 

“Relax Y/N,” he said in a soothing voice. 

“Pete I can’t do it.” You turned to him suddenly, dropping everything in your hands. 

“Do what, angel?”

“The exam is tomorrow. I’m not ready! I’m gonna fail, and that one grade, that one stupid grade, is gonna hold me back and ruin everything-”

“Sweetheart look at me,” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder. His grip was warm and reassuring. “You are not going to fail. And I know this because I’ve spent the last few hours studying with you, and I saw how smart you are, and how quick you caught on. You’re gonna walk in there tomorrow and ace that test, I know you are!

“And if for some reason you don’t,” he continued, “you gave it your best. You tried your hardest and you learned something, which is all that matters in the end. So breathe, stop stressing, and let me walk you home.”

“All that talk as an excuse to ask to take me home?” You snorted, “Peter you shouldn’t have.” Despite your jokes, you took his advice and took a deep breath. He was right, you’d studied your hardest, both with and without his help. All you could do was take the exam and hope for the best now.

He laughed and stood up, holding out a hand once he saw you all packed and ready. “Caught me. So is that a yes?”

You took his hand and pulled yourself up but didn’t let go right away. “If I fail, do we have to stop hanging out? Y’know, with you being a science prodigy and all.”

He laughed again and placed both his hands on your shoulder, staring straight into your eyes. “Never.”

“Ok, well, just making sure. I wouldn’t wanna give you a bad rep in the science community or something-”

You were suddenly cut off from your babbling when he pressed his lips to yours. You froze for a second, unsure what to do, but it didn’t take long for you to catch up and kiss him back. 

He pulled away after a few moments, “Done with the jokes?” His voice was soft and teasing.

“Uh huh,” you mumbled, eyes still closed. “But I think you might need to do that again, just to be sure.”

He chuckled murmuring something that sounded like ‘too cute’ but you couldn’t be bothered to hear when you felt his lips on yours again, this time, expecting them. 

You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and canting your head slightly for better access. He groaned, one arm wrapping around your middle, the other settling on your waist.

You might have pictured kissing him before, just maybe. But none of your daydreaming could’ve prepared you for the real thing. The way his bottom lip covered your top one, the soft breaths exchanged between the two of you, the way he pressed himself further into you when you tugged his hair a little harder. This definitely beat all of your daydreams. 

You could’ve stayed that way forever, and you probably would’ve if Peter hadn’t taken one for the team and pulled away first. 

Or tried to, at least. 

“We should-” kiss. 

“You-” kiss. 

“I need to walk,” kiss, “-you home angel.” He murmured against your lips.

“Okay,” you whispered back but you didn’t move to pull away, and he didn’t push you. The two of you stayed stuck, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed, taking in the atmosphere of each other. 

“I should probably go now,” you said softly. Peter hummed in agreement, leaning in to peck your lips gently. 

“It’s getting late,” but your voice is more of a sigh. You don’t know what he’s laced his lips with but each kiss makes you weak in the knees and woozier than the last one.

“God, d’yknow I’ve had the biggest crush on you.” He said, completely disregarding your previous statement. 

That stops you. “What?” You asked him in disbelief. Peter had a crush on you? No way, you would’ve known. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly, “don’t act so shocked. I was always a stuttering mess at work whenever you so much as looked at me.”

True. But you’d just thought he was a bit more on the shy side. 

“I’d seen you around campus before and I thought you were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen, and I still do, but I thought I had no shot in hell with you. And when I got the job at the cafe and saw I’d be working with you? I almost lost my fucking mind sweetheart.” You both laughed a little and you couldn’t help the way your cheeks flamed up because of his words. Did he have any clue what he was doing to you right now?

“So I just sorta kept my distance, y’know? Admired you from afar ‘cause I was too scared you’d reject me. Sadly, it only took you nearly burning your hand off,” he gave you a look and you burst into giggles, him doing you and slightly pinching your waist, “for me to get over myself and actually keep up a conversation with you. But now I’ve got you in my room, kissing me.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, “lucky you.” You joked as leaned in to press another kiss to his lips. 

“Lucky me indeed,” he murmured before pulling you in even deeper. He dipped you, making you squeal into the kiss. Then he pulled you up, unable to keep the kiss going any longer with how hard he was grinning.

“Oh my god,” you said, laughing breathlessly. 

“A lot more where that came from,” he smirked at you. 

“You know,” you moved to pick up your bag, “for someone who was so scared to talk to me for so long, you sure found the confidence now.”

“What can I say? You make it easy. Once I started I couldn’t stop.” You smiled at him as he gently placed a hand on your arm leading you to the door. The living room was empty now, no one to be found on the couch or otherwise and you wondered where their cat had wandered off to.

You bent over to put on your shoes, Peter doing the same. He stepped forward and opened the door for you, letting you step out before following you and locking the door. 

As soon as he was done with that, you reached over and grabbed his hand. “Hey Petey?” You said lightly. Oh, he was going to melt. From now on, he only wanted you to call him that.

“Hm?”

“I’m glad you finally decided to talk to me.” 

He leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “Yeah? Me too angel.”

The next morning, you awoke in the brightest mood, considering you had a chemistry exam later that day. All you could think about was Peter. You were going to see him later at the cafe and you couldn’t wait. 

You leaned over in bed to pick up your phone. Speak of the devil. 

GOOD MORNINGGGGG❤️

hope you slept well angel, can’t wait to see you today. and you’re gonna totally ace that exam!🥰

seriously you’re going to kick chemistry’s butt

A huge smile bloomed on your face, almost hurting from how wide it was. Usually, you'd stay in bed for a while, scrolling through Instagram or just going through messages or something. Not today, you couldn’t wait to get to work. Maybe Peter was a good influence on you. 

After getting ready for the day, you made your way to the cafe with a little bounce in your steps. The bell jingled above you as you opened the door and for the first time since you’d started working together, Peter was here before you. 

“Hey,” he smiled, holding up your usual drink order and waving it at you. 

“Hi Pete,” you approached his, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. As you pulled away, you could see how quickly his cheeks pinked, making you grin. 

“No ‘Petey’?”

“Didn’t know you had a preference,” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling it towards you as you took a sip from the drink and then moved to get dressed for your shift. 

“Yeah,” he scratched the back of his neck, wishing he could feel your hand on his for just a little longer, “neither did I.”

You laughed lightly as you tied your apron, the sound hitting him like the greatest melody in the world. 

“Okay then,” you walked towards him, stopping right in front of him, “let’s start over. Hi Petey.”

“Hi angel,” he gave you a dopey grin and you returned it. 

“Great, now that we’ve got that figured out.” You patted his chest lightly before taking the drink from his hands and moving away. 

“Hey wait! Where’s my kiss?” He pouted at you and he looked so adorable, you just wanted to pinch his cheeks and kiss him till he begged you to stop.

“We’re at work, we’ve gotta be professional.” You said matter-of-factly. 

He rolled his eyes, leaned against the counter, and crossed his arms. “Professional my ass, no one is even in here-,”

Before he could even close his mouth, the bell jingled, and in stepped a boy about your age. The boy moved to one of the chairs, not moving to order just yet, giving you the chance to smirk at Peter, who just rolled his eyes again. 

“What do you he’s gonna order,” he asked you.

“Hmm…a cookie, probably.” You moved lean against the counter across from him and took a sip of your drink as you smiled. 

“Hey wait, you never told me what your drink order is.”

“Hmm…” he hummed in consideration before he moved towards you, grabbing your hand with the drink and bringing it up to his lips to steal a sip, maintaining eye contact the whole time. 

“I’ve got to say,” he said in a low voice, “this one has really grown on me.”

You couldn’t look away, all you could do was stare. And stare, and stare, and stare…

A stranger’s voice, and then, “Hey, can I get one of those double chocolate chip cookies?”

You were just on cloud nine today. 

You had taken your exam and for the first time ever in that class, you had felt confident in your work. 

And to top it all off, after you’d handed in your paper and packed your things to leave, Professor Hall had given you a ‘well done’ nod. You! He’d never noticed you positively before. You were going to need to drown Peter in thank-you kisses for his help. 

Speaking of Peter, you couldn’t wait to see him. He told you he’d be waiting for you after your class but when you stepped outside, there was no sign of him. You decided to sit on the building steps and wait. He was probably just running a little late, no biggie. 

Big biggie. After 40 minutes of waiting for him, during which you’d sent him a little text and he hadn’t responded, you decided to head over to his place. 

The walk was short and your little buzz had worn off after not getting to share it with Peter. After all, you kind of owed him most of the credit. You arrived at his apartment door, and when you knocked, it wasn't Peter who answered. 

It's Freddy. 

You throw on a smile. “Hi Freddy, is Peter home?”

He returned your smile as he said, “‘Sup Y/N.” He held out his fist and you stared at it for a while before you got the hint and bumped it with your own. “Pete’s not home right now, but you can totally come in and wait for him.”

You found it funny that someone who didn’t live there was inviting you in to stay, but you accepted anyway. You also had no clue how he knew your name. 

You knew little about Freddy, but you knew he was sort of a campus celebrity. Every raging party there was, everyone knew Freddy was behind it. 

“So,” you said as you walked in, “what year are you in Freddy?”

“Ah nah, I’m done with that shit. I took the bar,” he said casually, waving a hand and moving to sit on the couch. He kicked his feet up on the large Amazon box being used as a coffee table and picked up the open beer sitting atop it. 

You stood in your place, clutching your bag. He was in grad school?

“Oh that’s awesome dude, did you not pass or something.”

“Uh uh,” he shook his head, taking a swig of beer, “got a 350.”

Your eyes widened. What. You didn’t know much about law school but you knew getting a score like that on the bar was not an easy thing. 

“Wait when’d you take it?” You asked confused. The bar exam wasn’t scheduled for a few months from now. 

“Last year.”

“Do you like…work at a firm or something?” It was insane to you that the party animal of this school had already graduated, and with an amazing score nonetheless. 

He shook his head, “Workin' on my music right now, and if that doesn’t work out,” he gave you a wicked grin, “well I’ve always got my law degree.”

You nodded, stunned. “That’s sick dude. Good luck,” you told him, waving as you moved to wait in Peter’s room. 

“Keep the door cracked kids,” he shouted towards you and you huffed a laugh as you entered the room and closed the door (leaving it open just an inch) before you sat at the foot of his bed. 

You looked around for a second, taking it all in. It’s amazing how he managed to take this small space and make it so him. 

After a few moments, you took out your phone to shoot him another text. 

But before you could finish typing it out, the window beside you started opening and you watched as the Spider-Man fell onto the bed, not noticing you gaping right next to him. 

You stayed silent, unsure of what to do or say until he moved to take his mask off. That got you moving and talking. 

“Holy fuck!” You basically shout, moving away, hands flying to your mouth. 

He seemed to be just as shocked as you were because he scrambled up from his lying position. And staring back at you was Peter Parker. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked you, eyes wide. It wasn’t till then that you noticed the paleness of his features, his face lacking that usually healthy glow it held, the waver in his voice, and the hand clutching his bloody side. 

“Holy fuck,” you repeated, voice lower, and for a whole different reason this time. “Shit Peter, you’re hurt.” You moved closer to him, temporarily forgetting everything else as your hand reached to gently remove his so you could take in the extent of his injuries. 

“It’s nothing,” he said but made no move to shove you away or stop you. You moved his hand and winced at the sight that greeted you, “Looks like a whole lot more than nothing babe.”

“I’ve had worse.”

You look up at him, frowning slightly, “Not exactly reassuring Petey.”

“I feel all better now,” he said, shooting you a charming grin as soon as he heard the nickname leave your mouth. “Add a kiss in the mix, and I’ll be good as new.”

You huffed a laugh, shoving his knee slightly, “Shut up Peter. I’m serious. I’m sure you’ve got some experience with stuff like this,” you wave a hand towards his suit and injury for emphasis and he gives you a quick nod. 

“Over there,” he pointed toward his dresser, “top shelf, under the blue sweater.”

You rushed over there, opening the drawer and spotting the sweater he mentioned. “I’m totally stealing that from you someday, this is your heads up,” you told him as you grabbed the large box and completely closed the door before you moved back to his side. 

“You can have anything of mine, Angel. I’m sure you’d look better in it anyway.” His words made you blush, but you tried to ignore them so you could focus on the task at hand. 

Peter, however, found that he really liked watching your cheeks pink up. And he wanted more. 

“Lean against the headboard, now.” You said, trying to be serious again. 

“God, at least buy me dinner first sweetheart.” He gave you the dorkiest smirk you’d ever seen. You just glared at him. “On the other hand,” he said as he moved backward to lean against his headboard, “I don’t need dinner, I’m all yours baby girl.”

This got you to laugh, “Peter, be serious! You’re bleeding out!” You moved to his side, “take this off by the way.” You gestured to his suit. 

He hit the middle emblem of a spider and you watched as it loosened up and fell off his shoulders. You had started pulling it the rest of the way down, gulping when you realized he wasn’t wearing anything else, when he mumbled, “Not a terrible way to go.”

You refused to look up and meet his eyes but he knew he got you. Thank god he was wearing underwear, you realized, and you threw the suit to the side after you’d completely shredded him of it. He was definitely going to need a new one. 

Now completely facing the damage, your stomach churned, and you were hit with the hard truth. “I…I don’t know what to do,” you whispered to him. You wanted to help him, more than anything. This man who’s been risking his life, probably since he was a teenager you realized, as you did the math silently in your head, was hurt and right in front of you, needing your help. And you needed to help him, but you didn’t know the first thing about how to approach a situation like this. You were surprised you could stare at the wound for so long. 

“Don’t worry, I can do it,” he said gently, his bloody hand reaching for the huge first aid kit. 

“No!” You rushed out, grabbing his hand to stop him, “No way am I letting you do that! Just…just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.

Feeling more confident, you grabbed the kit and opened it. Shock coursed you as you realized just how much he went through and your confidence fell right back down where it sprouted from. The bag was full of all the medical tools and supplies you could think of, most of them completely foreign to you, and you realized how privileged you must be to not recognize any of these things. You can’t imagine the ‘worse’ he talked about having earlier. This must be those accidents he was talking about.

“I don’t usually have to use them,” his voice was soft, almost like he was reassuring you, “usually just water and a towel does the trick. Maybe a little numbing cream. And these,” he looked down at his wounds, “some bandages, sure, but I won’t need stitches or anything.”

You let out a breath of relief, you weren’t sure you could’ve handled that. You didn’t trust yourself.

“Okay,” you said, grabbing some wipes. You were going to do this. Based on what he’d told you, he was always stitching himself back up, just to hit the streets again the next day. This time, though, was different. This time you were here to help him, and you weren’t going chicken out of this. Even a little help was better than nothing at all. 

You started slowly, cleaning around his wounds so you could bandage them properly. “You sure you’re okay with this?” He asked you gently. “I totally understand if you need me to do it, angel, it’s a lot if you’re not used to it.”

“No,” you shook your head, your voice steady, “No way. It’s my turn to fix you up.” You told him, looking up to meet his eyes and smiling at him. 

He returned it and you went back to work. 

“So….Spider-Man, huh?” You peeked up quickly in question. 

“Yeah,” he took a deep breath, “it’s a long story. Basically, I was bit by some spider, that shit was powerful,” you laughed a little, making him smile. “And I got some. Of its powers I mean.”

“So you get bit by a spider, that spider gives you powers, and you decide to become a New York vigilante?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” he nodded, and you laughed again. 

“You’re a hell of a guy Peter Parker.” You said, shaking your head slightly. 

“Thank you, I try,” he smirked at you and you laughed again. 

“Okay,” you said, pulling away from his side. He almost whined in protest. Honestly, he wasn’t feeling any pain, not since you’d started worrying about him, and insisting you help him. Peter wasn’t used to that, he was always alone when it came to this part of the job. He’d never minded that before, just one of the things he had to deal with as a superhero, but now that someone else was taking care of him…it felt nice. Really nice. Especially when it was you. 

“Peter?” You looked at him questioningly. Shit. You’d asked him something.  

“Huh? I'm sorry, I didn’t hear you.” He said with wide eyes. He’d gotten too wrapped up in the feeling of being taken care of, not that anyone could blame him though, the girl he’d been crushing on forever was here, in his room, helping bandage him up! It's more than he could’ve dreamed of. 

“It’s okay sweetie,” you said, waving him off assuming he was in pain or something. Really, now he had something new to obsess over. Sweetie? While he was practically naked (albeit injured, but he wasn’t thinking of that right now) in bed with you? God, he could just melt.

“I was just wondering which bandages,” you said, holding up the different ones you’d found in his bag. 

“Oh,” he said lamely, “these ones.” He grabbed a few from you and opened them. 

“Look,” he said, leaning over himself to see his wounds properly, “you’ve got to bring together both sides of the wound, then secure the bandage so that it’s holding it closed.” He talked as he placed the first bandage with you watching and listening with intent. 

“Okay, I think I’ve got it,” you said as you took the rest of the bandages from him. You steadied yourself, straddling his thigh as you started placing the bandages down his wound. The biggest gash took about five, your elbow resting on his abdomen as you got lower…and lower. 

Conveniently, you missed the quiver in his breath, too focused on the work at hand, but you didn’t miss the small gasp he let out when your forearm reached right between his thighs. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You said as you pulled away quickly, thinking you’d hurt him. “Did I pinch too hard?”

“No, no angel, you’re fine. Doing a great job actually.” He replied, trying to collect himself. He could not let himself think of that right now. There were more important things at hand. 

“You sure?” You asked him, not looking convinced.

“Positive.” He replied, grabbing your arm and pulling you back in (but making sure to keep you at a healthy distance from his dick). 

You added a few more bandages, most of the cuts only needing one or two, before pulling away again to rummage through his bag. “What do you use on your bruises?”

“This one,” he said, leaning over you and grabbing a tube from the kit. You turned, your lips almost brushing over each other with how close you were. 

“Hi,” you whispered, all thoughts completely flying out of your head as you realized just how badly you wanted to kiss him. 

“Hi angel,” he said smiling softly at you. 

Seeing you debate it in your head, Peter decided it would be easier for the both of you if he did it first. Leaning in, he closed the distance and smoothly took your lips in his. You melted into the kiss right away, feeling like you’d been craving this your whole life when really, you’d just kissed his a few hours ago before you’d left work. 

Your hands were on his bare chest, you could feel every muscle, every move when-

“Wait, you’re hurt!” You pulled away, leaving a pouting Peter in your wake. 

“My lips work just fine angel,” he said, trying to steal another kiss while you tried to avoid him. 

“But..let me finish at least,” you mumbled against his lips, barely getting a chance to pull away after he’d caught you. 

“You can finish, just lemme do this first,” he responded before kissing you again.

“Hey,” you mumbled against his lips. 

He hummed in response, moving to kiss your cheek, your jawline. If he kept this up you might not try to stop him. 

“Did you know Freddy took the bar exam? And passed?”

That got him to pull away. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking at you confusedly, “I’m kissing you and you decide this a good time to bring up Freddy?”

“Well, y’know,” you shrugged, “figured it was as good a time as any.”

He scoffed, “Unbelievable.”

You giggled, “I win.” You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, pulling away before he could catch you and turn it into more.

“Now lay down, lemme do this,” you said waving the cream at him. 

He moved grumpily and you thought grumpy Peter was the cutest thing ever. The furrow of his brows, the slight pout of his lips. You could just kiss him. And you would’ve if you hadn’t known where it would lead you. 

You unscrewed the cap to the cream and started applying it gently. “So Fred’s a lawyer huh?” Peter spoke up. 

“He is!” You whispered excitedly, glad he was just as shocked as you were. 

“And you learned this how?” He asked, giving you a look. 

You shrugged. “He let me in and I talked to him, asked him a few questions to get to know him better since I see him everywhere.” 

“Wait, he’s here right now?”

“Yeah,” you said slowly, “I thought you knew?”

“No I didn’t-,” he let out a sigh, “whatever it's basically his apartment too at this point I guess.”

You laughed, “And you’re okay with that?”

He shrugged with his good side. “He buys the good beer.”

You laughed again. “He scored a 350 on the bar exam!”

Peter’s brows shot up. “Oh shit.”

“I know! The only thing I knew about him was that he blacked out in that frat house’s pool all night and the cops were called cause someone thought he was dead.”

“Yeah, he’s super lucky he was on his back. Just floated around the pool like a leaf.”

You shook your head, screwing the cap back on the tube of cream, “Crazy. But anyway, I’m done. And on the plus side,” you grinned at him, “if you ever get in legal trouble, you know someone!”

He laughed out loud, and you watched as his face scrunched up and he clutched his side in pain. Apologizing for the joke, you gave him a kiss on the cheek to make up for it. 

“Enough about crazy Freddy,” he let out a sigh, “I’m gonna go put some clothes on, and then I wanna cuddle with my girl.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words and all you could do was smile as he stood up, giving you a kiss on the side of your head before he moved to pick out some clothes.

You watched him get dressed, biting your lip as you watched how his muscles rippled with each of his movements. You always knew he was strong but seeing him like that, was a completely different story. 

“Like what you see?” He asked, smirking at you before he lifted his shirt, holding it up between his teeth as he tied his sweatpants. 

Your mouth fell open. At being caught and also at…how absolutely hot he looked right now. If he wasn’t injured, you would be all. over. him. 

“S’alright angel,” he said as he stalked towards you. He was enjoying this, a lot. “I’m sure I’d be the same if the roles were reversed.”

That did not help. Now you were thinking about being naked in front of Peter and-

He laughed, kissed the side of your head again, and laid down, pulling next to him. 

“Careful Peter, you’re still hurt!” You chastised him. 

He shook his head, “You made me feel a hundred times better. Thank you, angel.”

“Of course Petey.” He smiled at you as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tight. 

“So, you came to see me right? Y’know, before the whole finding out I’m Spider-Man thing. What’s up?”

“Oh I almost forgot,” you perked up, tilting your head up so you could see his face, “I think I totally aced that chemistry exam!”

“Angel! I’m so proud of you!” He started attacking you with kisses, kissing you anywhere his lips could reach. 

You giggled, “Thank you sweetie, but seriously I owe you most of the credit, I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Nonsense,” he shook his head, “that was all you. I barely helped, you learned everything and then took that quiz, and aced it.”

“Well I haven’t gotten my grade back yet, I just have a really good feeling, so don’t sound too are there's a chance I didn’t do as well as I thought.”

“Nope,” he said, popping the p. “I have a sense, a spidey sense. And my spidey sense is telling me that you totally aced that thing. No questions asked.”

You laughed loudly. “Spidey sense?”

“No questions,” he repeated as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. 

“Fine then,” you snuggled up further into him. “No questions.”

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[astrecium]

"Every scar has a story."

c. scaramouche . wanderer . kabukimono x reader

g. angst? Comfort?

cw. self harm, reader is healing, old scars. Please dont do this to yourself! Please read the note in the end!! Warn me if this is disrespectful

summary. wanderer, scaramouche and kabukimono (separately) seeing your old(new?) sh scars.

this is based on my knowledge about SH and it may be uncomfortable for you to read it, read this at your own risk and take care !!

. kabukimono

he would see your wounds immediately. The first moment he sees your wrist he is panicking. But if you lied to him, saying it was your cat, he would believe for a while. But he would try to take care of your wound, trying his best to keep you safe. He would check it repeatedly and offer to call niwa to help you, but you denied. He didnt ask.

Then one night something hit him. How could a cat make 10 lined cuts?? And why wouldn't you accept help?? It was worrying him and he couldn't take it anymore. he tried to ask niwa indirectly, trying to see what he says about it.

"Is it possible to a cat cut someones wrist repeatedly 10 times and in perfect lines?"

He asked and of course, niwa told him its not.

"Huh? No. It isnt. You know someone who did this?"

He had it in him that you wouldnt want anyone to know, so he answered a "no."

But then, when he saw you, he didnt try to be soft and didnt know why would you do it. He pulled off your sleeves and of course, there were new cuts.

"Why are you doing this?"

He was just bold. he listened for every single thing you had to say, he was so focused it was scary. If you said you didnt want to talk about it, he'd nod and wouldnt talk about it anymore. He didnt know how to comfort you. He had no idea. He knew you probably didn't want to be comforted and just wanted peace to do it, but he was too afraid of losing you. He couldnt let you do this.

He took care of your wounds, and he didn't know how to make you stop, so everyday he would look for sharp things in you room, hiding all of them. He didn't know what to do so whenever you get sad he would try to make you happy, trying his best to get you to stop.

He would watch you whenever you are in the kitchen. You picked up the knife? He is straight by your side as you cut the bread.

. scaramouche

He has a way more aggressive approach.

He always thought ones hurting himself was stupid, it never crossed his mind that you would do it. Thats when it grew suspicious to him.

Why do you buy so many sharpeners and box cutters? He would rarely judge you, but why are you wearing long clothes? It's summer. And why do you always get defensive when he gets close to your arm??

Oh, he gets it. Just like kabukimono, he didnt gove you much of a choice. When He gets home, the first thing he does is look for you.

"Show me your arm."

You opened your mouth to speak and he knew you woulsnt do it by own will, so he took your wrist tightly but in a gentle way, then took off your sleeves. Just like he expected.

He sighed, then muttered.

"Just let me take care of this."

He would wash your wounds and if necessary even bandage them, making sure you are safe.

Surprisingly, he got more softer when speaking to you. Trying not to upset you, and he followed you everywhere. Not leaving you alone a second. He knew he ahould go and talk to you but he cant do it. Its too hard to him. He didn't want to upset you, but he didn't want you to get worse. He wanted to see you happy.

When he needed to go to work and leave you alone, he would always hide every single sharp thing in your room too. And when he comes back, he wouldnt push you. He would bring your favorite food and such, trying to get you not to do it again.

. wanderer

He is a mix of the two.

I'll be honest. He would know you did it very soon, but wouldn't tell you. He wanted to give you privacy and so, but it was getting hard when you do it every day.

He knew the time you used to do it, and the time you placed your hands in the blade, he entered the room and grabbed your wrist tightly. He sighed, not letting go of his grip.

"What were you going to do?"

"I was going to uh.. Cut a box."

"Oh, really? And you managed to cut your wrist repeatedly while cutting a box? How clumsy, huh?"

He knew people hate being caught but he cant go and watch while you keep trying to get worse and worse and worse. He pulled you by your hand, taking you away to take care of your wound. He would try to make you talk to him about whats bothering you, but he wouldn't force you to. If you didnt want to, he wouldn't force you.

"Im going to take everything dangerous out of your room, you know right?"

No, i didnt put it in many details because writing about sh is not my especially. I stopped doing it long ago, and I wrote this becauae i wanted people to be comforted about it, since i know mostly of the time people who do it get judged and i that everyone who is reading this to be fine and safe! Please take care

i have zero idea on how to comfort people, so if you think this is shit please message me and I'll delete this, I never interacted to shtwt and dont know if people there would like this so i tried my best to make this safe please dont make an exposed about me��

Remember to take care<3 mwah

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[slytherinboysappreciation]

Professor Tom Riddle x male reader where Tom becomes some sort of a parental figure to reader? Pretty please with a cherry on top? 😔🤞

Injured - Prof. T. R. x platonic male!Reader

A/N: I hope this is along the lines of what you were thinking of. I had a really hard time coming up with some Prof. Riddle fluff for some reason. It’s unedited, with no use of Y/N

CW: mentions of injury, boasting, platonic banter, fluff

503 words

“Professor!” You immediately brighten as Professor Riddle makes his way through the labyrinth of hospital beds. “I almost thought you wouldn’t show up!”

You’re Tom’s favorite student; an overachieving boy with a bit of a prideful personality, just like him. It makes you shine in the classroom, but pale in other areas.

Such as your quidditch skills.

You’re in the Hospital Wing for an injury to the ribs after a particularly grueling quidditch game. You’ve been in for a few days, and Tom has shown up at least once each day.

It’s becoming a bit of a regular thing, him coming to visit you. You’re sure you’ll miss it when you’re healed.

“How are you feeling today?” he greets you, moving to sit in the chair next to your bed. “You look much better since yesterday.”

“Yeah, well,” you shrug dismissively, then wince at the pain in your ribs. “What can I say? I’m a fast healer.”

Tom’s mouth twitches in amusement. “Quite on the contrary, you heal slower than the rest of your team.”

“Well, I’m the one who took a bludger straight to the ribs.” You cross your arms defensively, careful not to disturb the bandages around your chest. “Maybe it’s a wound that needs more time to heal.”

“Maybe…” He arches an eyebrow, a sure sign he’s about to tease you. “Or maybe you’re not the best at everything.”

You gasp, then cough a little as the sharp inhale sends starbursts of pain through your ribs. “Don’t you dare! I am the best at everything I do! I am the ultimate champion at life!”

Tom coughs into his fist, clearly trying to hide a laugh. “Oh, are you?”

“Don’t deny me my title! I will defend it with my life! It is mine by divine right!”

You’re fully prepared to go off on a rant about just how awesome you are, when a look from Madame Pomfrey shuts you up.

“But,” you mutter hastily, “I’ll do that some other time.”

Tom chuckles, and rests a hand on your shoulder. “A wise choice. I’m glad to see you’re doing well.”

You grin. “Thanks, Prof. You always do know how to cheer me up.”

He gives you an amused smile and settles back into his chair. “I brought the next book in the series you’re reading, if you care for me to read it.”

Your eyes light up. “Oh, yeah! That would be great!”

You lie back in your bed, getting as comfortable as you can as he pulls out the book. As he begins to read, you close your eyes, letting his smooth, engaging voice wash over you.

Before you realize it, you’ve fallen asleep, dreaming of a quidditch game where you win the House cup and achieve victory for your team.

Tom watches you sleep for a moment before getting up. He leaves the book by your bed, turning to leave.

With a nod to Madame Pomfrey and one last watchful look over you, Professor Riddle leaves the Hospital Wing, secure in his knowledge that you are healing just fine.

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[nocreativityfornames]

The Brothers Reacting to Teen!MC Getting ( Not Seriously ) Hurt

Lucifer

The moment he sees the kid bleeding he's panicking.

Makes them sit down with him while he cleans the cuts.

It doesn't matter that it's just some scratches they got from falling, he's lecturing them about it because something much worse could've happened and you need to be careful, and blah-blah-blah.

It's typical concerned dad behavior. No surprises there.

Becomes even more protective of them, and has a serious talk with his brothers about watching out for MC whenever they're engaging in any potentially dangerous activities.

Will scold the others for even the slightest bruise that shows up on their skin, even Diavolo is not safe.

Again, concerned dad behavior.

Mammon & Leviathan

MC and Levi were in the kitchen chatting while making dinner for everyone when he picked up on the scent of their blood.

He turns around to see their finger bleeding ( they accidentally cut themselves while chopping the vegetables ), and immediately he's freaking out.

OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK, MC'S BLEEDING, THE KID'S BLEEDING--

"W-Wait here, I'm going to get someone!"

The poor kid doesn't even has the chance to argue because he's out of the room as soon as he finishes those words.

...

It only takes a moment till both Levi and Mammon come storming in, the older brother in his demon form, searching for the human in worry. "Oi brat, are you alri--"

It's just a tiny cut on their finger 😶

The relief in his face is IMMENSE, because apparently Levi forgot to mention how MC got hurt and just ran to him saying they were bleeding.

Mammon smacks Levi on the back of the head for not specifying anything and worrying the shit out of him.

Puts a bandage on their finger while Levi stands there feeling embarrassed for making a huge deal out of nothing.

In his defense, MC is both a human AND a kid, which makes him automatically think they'll die from even the smallest wound.

Plus he has anxiety, okay? It robs him of thinking rationally in situations like this.

They'll all laugh about this later when they remember it, don't worry.

Satan

Honestly? The best one out of the bunch to go to if you get hurt. Because unlike the others he knows a thing or two about human injuries, thanks to his fascination for medicine and reading books on it.

So he wouldn't be panicking unless MC got seriously seriously hurt.

Still though, they won't escape his scolding. He can't help it, he feels responsible for their safety since they're the closest thing he has to a younger sibling ( being born last, it's hard for him to actually see himself as an older brother to any of the others, even if he is considered the fourth oldest ).

Satan's lectures are nothing unbearable though, so it's fine. MC will take his light scolding over some of the others freaking out any day.

If they ask nicely, he'll keep what happened a secret from his brothers. As long as they're more careful in the future...

Belphegor & Asmodeus

Asmo is a already scandalous person in normal situations, so you can imagine his reaction to MC getting hurt wouldn't be the most subtle.

No no, he's very much freaking out as he rushes over and grabs their face.

"Calm down, Asmo. They're fine, their nose is just bleeding a little." The younger one says as if he wasn't totally concerned too.

You'd think not, considering how he seems more annoyed than anything, but the thing is, he just hides it well.

"Are you sure that you're okay, sweetie?" Asmo asks again as Belphie holds a handkerchief to the teen's nose, hoping to stop the bleeding.

MC assures them that they're fine, and they seem more at ease.

"You dumbass, how could you not notice that there was a whole wall in front of you?" His tone is scolding but there's relief in it.

Asmo exchanges a look with the kid and giggles, which in turn brings MC to giggle too.

Beelzebub

He was playing Fangal with his team when he heard a commotion on the other side of the gymnasium and noticed MC was on the floor.

Immediately enters overprotective mode and dismisses the game, quickly muttering for someone to take his place.

"Oh, Beel's here." One of MC's classmates announces, making the teen shoot their eyes up. They seem both relieved and embarrassed to see him.

Apparently they were running during P.E. class and had taken a fall, spraining their foot.

Beel carefully picks MC up in his arms. "I'll take them to the infirmary room." And after a nod from the teacher he leaves.

If they apologize for interrupting his game he'll just let out a low groan, which for a second makes them think that he's annoyed at them.

"My family is way more important than some game I need to win."

He stays with them in the infirmary the entire time they're there, and brings them some snacks and a drink while he's at it.

Pats their head when he notices them looking guilty. "Don't worry, they can win without me."

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[dreaming-medium]

Animals Without Direction

Chapter Twenty Three - Tea With Sugar

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“And put this salve on the wound if it starts to discolor in any way.” Felix places a bottle on your table in your room. 

“I highly doubt the wound will become infected, Felix.”

He doesn’t listen. 

“Seungmin knows how to stitch a wound shut should it reopen again.”

Your head cocks to the side and you look over at Jisung, who is sitting on the edge of your bed. 

The two men came in the middle of you packing up your belongings. You leave for Inuin with Seungmin at first light. 

“I have included several different rolls of gauze and bandages as well as a pain tonic. One sip should take down any pain you are experiencing.”

Your eyebrows furrow. 

“I have not needed a pain tonic this entire time. Why would I need one now?”

Felix places everything into a medium sized pouch carefully. 

“The previous sutures are holding up very well and I made sure of that. With your healing ability, by the time you return we should be able to remove them, but no earlier than that.”

He shuffles around in the bag more. 

“I also put some of your favorite tea in here. The honey lemon one that you like, just in case.”

Staring incredulously at him, you take another look at Jisung who is snickering into his hand. 

“Alright, Mother Hen, I believe that is enough.” Your teasing goes right over his head. 

“Should I have included some sugar?”

“Felix.” You try to grab his attention. 

“They have sugar in Inuin, of course, but what if you want to make the tea on the road.”

Jisung speaks up. “Felix they are taking a coach, they are not camping on the road.”

“Right.”

Oh, so he listens to Jisung and not you? You roll your eyes and reach out to grab Felix’s arm. Finally, the Elf looks up at you with wide eyes.

“What is it? Did you think of something else you may need?”

“Nay, Felix. This is too much already, quit fretting.” You step around the table and look down at the giant bag of items. “I do not need more than half of the things you put in there.”

Felix scoffs and begins tying up the top. “Nonsense.”

“Why would I need a fire resistance tincture?”

“What if you come across a fire mage?”

Your deadpan eyes meet his  innocent ones and he defensively waves his arm around. “I will hear none of this. I already packed the items, you are taking them with you.”

He thrusts the sack out towards you. After rolling your eyes, you take it from him and walk towards your small suitcase. Chan had placed it in your room when you weren’t around. 

You had mentioned in passing that you did not know how you were going to transport any of your belongings. Suddenly, an hour later when you return to your room, a gold rimmed suitcase sat on your bed.

“‘Sorry, Seungmin, I could not get to the anti-venom in time to cure your wound in time before you succumbed to it. It was lost among the tea bags.’” Your tone is teasing and sarcastic. 

Instead of balking, Felix turns on his heel. “I did not pack any anti-venom, should I have?”

“Nay!” you laugh and plop the sack into your suitcase. “You are lucky I only needed to pack a few things in here, otherwise I would need a bigger suitcase just to hold your bag of remedies.”

Jisung leans over and looks into the suitcase. “You are going to look like a traveling merchant.”

“I am going to look like a mad woman when someone needs to be stitched up and I pull out sugar instead.”

Felix peeks over your shoulder down at the suitcase. “Again, I did not include sugar, do you want me to?”

You swat him away with a playful giggle. “Nay! No more!”

Jisung laughs with you and Felix can’t help but smile at the two of you. 

The sun had set a few hours ago. Truthfully, you should be sleeping by now if you want to be well rested to leave in the morning. 

The carriage ride to Inuin will take an entire day. If you leave on time with the sunrise tomorrow, then you’ll make it to Inuin’s capital city just before midnight. Several books were packed in your suitcase for the ride.

You’ll travel all day tomorrow and the masquerade will be the night after.

“Alright you two, I need to go to sleep.” You shoo them both towards the door. 

Jisung stands up from the bed and shuffles reluctantly away from you. Felix is even more resistant. 

He pouts his bottom lip out a bit, those dazzling blue eyes sparkle. If you had a weaker mind, you would’ve given in immediately.

“I need to be up and ready to leave by first light, Felix, I need to go to sleep now lest I want an angry rogue kicking in my door in the morning.”

“Fine, fine.” He drags his feet along the floor after Jisung who is stepping out into the hallway.

“Will you both be seeing us off in the morning?” you ask from the door.

Jisung hums. “If I can wake myself up before the sun, I will try.”

“I will say goodbye to you now, then.” You smile at him. 

He chuckles. “You know me well, now.” Jisung takes a few steps closer to you and wraps you in a tight hug. Without any hesitation, you wrap your arms around him. He smells like coffee beans.

“Take care of yourself, Y/N,” he says softly. “Try not to get injured this time.”

You scoff in his arms, but you don’t pull away. “I will not get hurt because you will not be there to defend.”

He squeezes you tighter and kisses the crown of your hair before dipping down and pressing an even bigger kiss on your cheek.

Jisung pulls away and walks towards his room. “I will see you when you return in a few days, sweet Y/N.”

Raising an eyebrow, you watch after him.

“Sweet Y/N?” you repeat in a whisper. 

Two arms wrap around your waist and a chin rests on your shoulder. Smiling, you place your hands on top of Felix’s and lean back into his chest.

“Are you certain that I cannot stay any longer?”

With a snort, you smack his arm. “Aye, of course I am. If you were to stay, I would certainly get next to no rest.”

Felix laughs lowly in your ear, the sound sends chills down your spine. How can someone so sweet looking have a voice like his?

“I will try to see you and Seungmin off in the morning, but I am not so sure I will make it down in time. But I know that Chan will be down there as well as Minho.”

“With how nervous Chan is, I am questioning as to whether he is even going to sleep tonight.” you chuckle. 

“I do not think he sleeps most nights.” Felix chuckles softly, the puffs from his nose tickling your ear. “But I agree, he is most likely up pacing the floors.”

You hum in agreement, your finger tracing small circles on the back of his hand clasped over your middle section. 

The two of you stand there for a few minutes, taking in the comfortable silence between the two of you. The hallway was illuminated by the scones lining the stone.

Your eyes travel down the hall to Changbin’s door. 

How is he doing? Is he still working on his reading skill? You couldn’t wait to get back to the battlefield and see him again. 

You were most definitely going to have to keep your leg injury a secret from him if you ever hoped to get back out into the frey. That was if Chan didn’t tell him via letter first.

Maybe if you’re lucky he would suddenly forget how to read again.

Felix’s hands move and grab your waist, turning you around in his hold. 

Meeting his eyes always lit up a small part of your soul. Sometimes, you think it was like seeing the sunrise after a torturous night.

“Please be safe, Y/N,” he whispers, repeating Jisung’s words.

“I will,” you respond. “Plus, I have Seungmin. The two of us can handle anything, no?”

Felix’s hands rub up and down your sides in a comforting manner. “Aye, you are right.” He sighs and leans down, kissing your forehead lovingly.

Your eyes flutter close and you can’t help but smile. The feeling of his lips on his skin sends sparks down through your body.

“I will see you in a few days time, then.”

Felix pulls away from your forehead to bring your lips together. One of his hands moved from your waist to brush lovingly against your jaw.

This kiss was much different than the ones the two of you have shared before. This one was sweeter, conveying more loving and gentle emotions rather than passionate need. 

Every worry and doubt that he had about your safety dissolved when his lips met yours. 

It was a promise to put yourself and your needs first, a promise to keep your word that you gave the night before.

Before the kiss could devolve into something more base, you both pulled away from one another. 

“Have a good night, Felix.”

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

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The carriage pulled away from Miroh’s keep just as the sun was peaking from behind the horizon. 

Your suitcase as well as a few other trunks were loaded into the back of the carriage; you assume that your gown is in one of them.

The goodbyes from Chan and Minho were exactly what you expected of the two men. Chan kissed your forehead and begged you to be safe– the same as Felix and Jisung did.

Minho made a witty remark about you watching your ‘clumsy footwork’ with that familiar, teasing, crooked smirk on his face. In the beginning of your relationship, that smirk used to boil your blood.

But that has changed in the last few days. Your rapport with the advisor is changing. 

The smirk is a shield to his deeper emotions and you know it. You also know its more playful than evil.

“If my footwork is clumsy then it is the fault of my teacher,” you responded, mirroring his grin.

Minho’s eyes narrowed, a spark flew behind them. He exhales sharply in a huff-like laugh. “Do well, mercenary. Return to us unharmed this time.”

Seungmin sits across from you in the carriage, his eyes peering out the window at the passing city.

Two horses pull the carriage, and a driver sits on the bench outside the cabin. Through the thick walls of the wagon you can still hear their hooves hit the stone with loud clops. Your seat sways beneath you with every crack in the road.

Curtains drape over the windows, comfy cushions sit upon the seats.

You break the silence first. “I feel like royalty.” You giggle and run your hand over the velvet seat cushion. “Like a princess going to a royal engagement.”

Seungmin watches you for a few moments, a soft smile on his face. His face lights up suddenly. “Ah,” he catches your attention. “That reminds me.”

He pats down his pockets, obviously looking for something. You watch him curiously as he slides a thick card out of his one pocket.

“One more detail of this mission you need to learn.” He hands the card over to you.

You take it and look down at what he handed you.

It’s the invitation to the masquerade printed on fancy, intricately decorated cardstock.

But the most curiously are the names printed on the invitation.

“In the hush of night and the veil of mystery, we cordially invite Lord Skye Heivan and Lady Sigyn Reylar to the Grand Masquerade hosted by Lord Tybesin Faefiel, Inuin’s humble ambassador,” you read off the invitation.

You look up at Seungmin with deadpan eyes. He has such a smug, teasing smile on his face, his arms cross over his chest.

Glancing back down at the invitation, you read it over a few more times. “Am I ‘Lady Sigyn Reylar’?”

“Aye, my lady, you are.”

“And you are to be Lord Skye Heivan?”

“In technicality, I already am. I had to become close with the ambassador to even obtain an invitation, remember?”

Flipping over the invitation, you inspect the back and find nothing. You lean over and hand it back to Seungmin.

“Is there anything else I should know, my lord ?”

He chuckles under his breath and takes the paper out of your hands. “Perhaps,” he says smugly. 

You cock an eyebrow and stare at him.

“You are my fiancé.”

Your mouth drops open a bit in disbelief. The carriage hits a particularly harsh bump in the road and your body is jostled around a bit. 

“I thought I was going to seduce the ambassador?”

“You are.”

“But I am engaged to you?”

“You are,” he repeats.

Your mouth snaps shut and you look around the cabin, obviously confused.

“Y/N, you need to remember you are playing a part. As soon as we cross the border, you are no longer Y/N, Jarl Bang’s personal mercenary. You are going to be Lady Sigyn Reylar.”

Each of your knuckles crack as you fidget with them. “This is all becoming a bit too theatrical for me.” Shifting your weight on the seat, you peer out the window.

It feels a bit too stuffy inside the cabin now.

“Getting an invitation was easy once I informed the ambassador that I had a beautiful, young, new fiancé I was hoping to impress.”

“Is she coming too?” The wit tumbles from your lips easily. Instead of being annoyed by it, Seungmin laughs.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you look back at the rogue. His chocolate brown bangs are falling in front of his eyes a bit. 

Instead of the usual rogue armor, he’s in a classy tunic and pants. Not quite casual, but also not quite fancy. It’s odd seeing him so relaxed.

His smile warms your heart in the same way that Felix’s does; but Seungmin’s bright smile is a bit more rare, it tugs at your heartstrings and melts away some of your anxiety. 

You sigh and turn back towards him.

“You know,” he starts with that grin still plastered on his face. “You are the one always asking about the quests I go on, and here you are, in the midst of one, and all you keep doing is balking at the requirements.”

Again, your mouth falls open. “I am not balking!” You kick at his shin softly. With a laugh, he evades your attack. “Yes, I ask about your missions, but I did not think participating in one would be the only way to hear about them.”

Seungmin hums and plays with a loose string on his pants. After a moment of silence, he keeps his gaze on his fingers as he speaks. “You do know I keep that information from you for your own safety.”

The energy within the carriage shifts.

Without lifting his chin, Seungmin looks up and meets your eyes. His gaze is not quite predatory, but it’s piercing and full of unknown and mystery.

Your brow furrows and you frown a bit. “What do you mean?”

“The things that I am sent to do can be used against you if the worst was to ever happen.” His jaw clenches and he swallows thickly. “You are safer not knowing.”

Shaking your head, you lean forward on your elbows. “Seungmin, I know not–”

He looks back down at his hands once more. “Forget it,” he says quickly. Seungmin takes a deep breath and rolls his shoulders back. “You most likely would not even be able to stomach some of the things I have to carry out.”

That teasing tilt to his voice is back.

Your blood is still cold from his words just a few moments ago. But if he wants to move on, you’re not going to argue with him.

“See, I think you have the easy jobs, meanwhile I get all the grunt work.”

He finally meets your eyes again. The light behind them is very different than before– the unknown swirls even more behind those dark, stormy pools.

With a huff of a laugh through his nose, he leans back in his seat with crossed arms. “You are half right, I would rather forfeit my place on the court than deal with wolves attacking a farm.”

“You just cannot handle them, that is all.”

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[yestrday]

Adding to the genshin boys body parts, what if the reader loves abs, blushing whenever one of them takes off his shirt

somehow i feel like the whòre in me comes out whenever someone sends in a body parts ask. how did we not run out of these already. the human body can only hold a limited amount of attractive body parts before it comes weird

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itto embodies the word shameless. no matter how much people gossip behind his back or sigh whenever he enters the room, he swaggers on forward with a smug grin and an enviable confidence. no matter how loud he may be, you do admire this side of him.

what you admire more, however, are those glistening six-pack abs hiding behind his thin button down. he wears the uniform haphazardly— the first four buttons unbuttoned to let anyone take a peek at those impeccable pecs, unironed and untucked, and loose necktie dangling from his neck. when he sweats, the cloth clings to those godly abdominal muscles and holy shit do you just wanna lick ‘em.

you drool every time itto enters the room, but the oni is still scratching his head on how to make you fall for him. yes, he’s that dense.

“are you serious right now?” kuki sighs in frustration. “boss, do you not see how they look at you?”

itto frowns as he tries his hardest to think about how you look at him. “like how?”

“like-! ugh, nevermind.” kuki shakes her head instead of trying to explain it to her dense boss. “just take your shirt off whenever they’re in the room. that’ll work out, even for someone like you.”

“h-hey! what the hell do you mean by ‘someone like me!’ kuki!!”

so itto does as kuki says. which is taking off his clothes every time you enter the room even when inappropriate. when you enter his classroom to give the teacher some papers, he quickly starts stripping. when he locks eyes with you in the hallway, the clothes start coming off. ever since kuki’s advice, he’s been sent to detention for public indecency.

kuki regrets everything.

“oh, itto, you’re here.” you want to sound surprised, but itto’s kind of a familiar face in the clinic. you look over his wounds. “another fight, i see.”

“hehe, and i won!” he rubs his nose proudly and you roll your eyes fondly before bringing out the first aid kit. “those prissy bastards couldn’t see the arataki ‘one punch knockout’ itto comin’!”

you hum, dabbing some alcohol on his face. “feels like you stole that line from an anime somewhere...” you finish patching up his face. “anywhere else that needs healing?”

“huh? oh yeah, one of those bastards got me real good here...” he starts unbuttoning his polo, and you start sputtering as your face flares up.

“wh- what are you doing, itto?!” quickly, you cover your eyes with your hands. it’s not the first time itto’s stripped in front of you, but it doesn’t get any less embarassing every time. “if this is another one of your weird stripping habits, then this isn’t funny!”

“wh– no, no, no!” he yells in defense. “i’m tellin’ ya, they got me good on my stomach. take a look for yourself!” and slowly, you part your fingers for your eye to take just a peek...

mmm, muscles...

wait, no! you try to snap yourself out of your lust by shaking your head furiously. itto is very obviously bleeding! you need to administer quick care before an infection happens. right, right... calming your sinful thoughts down, your shaking hands get to work. it’s a bit hard, dabbing and bandaging wounds while you try to avoid his oh-so-firm abs.

"um... [y-your name]? what are you doing...?”

you don’t know when you find yourself tracing the lines between his muscles, flattening your palm against his stomach so you can feel every bump and ridge. it’s creepy, you know, shamelessly feeling up your senior when he’s injured and in need of help.

but itto, who has achieved his long-time goal, now shudders under your touch. it feels intimate, sinful even, and he’s no worshipper. the way your half-lidded eyes take in his body and the heat from your palm. “[your name]...” he breathes out, shivering as you stroke his skin just right. “you’re making me feel weird...”

it’s comical how he shudders when you finally look at him in the eyes. impatience, near ravenous hunger, takes him in whole. “whining now?” you scoff. his eyes shut in bliss when you walk your fingers up his bare chest and finally cup his face in your hands. “why are you acting as if this isn’t what you wanted all this time?”

he’s achieved his goal, yes— but why does it feel like he’s placed himself in the hands of a predator? 

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[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Remedy

Pairing: Modern!Surgeon!Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warning: hospital, injuries, Jace and Aemonds rivalry, fluff

Summary: To everyone's relief you wake up.

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You woke up the next morning in an unknown room. You wanted to sit up but a nurse stopped you. “No, sweety. You are going to tear your stiches. Here have a cuppa water.” She held out a paper cup of water to me. I took it and emptied in one go. She cooed at me. “Poor you.”

A doctor came in. He had long, platin blonde hair. His jaw was sharp. His blue irises looked lilac in this light. His thin lips pulled in a soft smirk. “Welcome to the waking world.” He walked closer, taking the chard from the end of the hospital bed. “How are you feeling?”

You scoff out a chuckle, “Like I have rolled down a mountain and then hit a truck.” Aemond smirked at your description and wrote something down. “Understandable. You fell off your bike and rolled down a cliff before crashing into a tree. I call that very lucky.”

He walked over to the side of the bed. “I want to personally inspect your stitching. One of my students made it and I want to give her feedback.” You nod before pulling up your hospital shirt. Carefully Aemond pulled the bandage away and looked at the stich. He nodded before he redressed the wound.

“You gonna give your student a hard time?” Aemond chuckled. “Maybe. I like to push them a little to become better. But she doesn’t need to. This is perfect. I t my even scar minimally.” You nod. “Can you tell her thank you from me?” Aemond nodded, he wrote further notes down before he stood in front of your bed. “Well, the next step after the stitching healed will be you learning to walk on crutches before rehab. In about a week you will be out of here but still on bedrest.” You nod slowly.

Aemond nods before he walks out. What an odd character!

Baela comes rushing in. Tears fall from her eyes and run down her cheeks. “Oh by the gods, you are alive!” She gingerly hugged you before sitting down and taking your hand. “I was so scared. When Luke called he found you. I thought you-“ A sob cursed through her body. Jace hugged her shoulders to reassure her. You squeezed her hand with a lot of pressure.

“Luke and I shouldn’t have taken you mountain biking. We did it since we were little kids. You drive with your bike in the city to go from point A to point B and you only drove a baby parkour once. I am sorry I pushed you to come with us.”

Before you could answer Jace, a scoff came from the door. “Of course, you did it again.” Jace turned to the voice and glared. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Jace became defensive which made his girlfriend rigid. “Jace, not in the hospital!” Jace didn’t listen. “What do you mean, doctor.” He hissed out Aemond’s title with a lot of venoms. Aemond smirked with a dangerous glint in his eye. “Well, I don’t know if you have become blind. But I have a protistic eye because of a similar accident like this. And you also were greatly involved.”

Jace’s face was red. Before he could do anything a nurse entered. She asked for a minute of Aemond’s time. They stepped out and spoke softly over a chart. The nurse nodded before rushing off. Aemond re-entered the room. “If you excuse me. I need to see the stitching of my patient.”

He walked over to your side and took another look at your stomach before redressing it. You saw his good eye move around. You were caught staring at him. He smirked before standing to his full height again. “Anything not feeling normal?” I shook my head, “Everything feels for the circumstances well. Thanks, doc!” Aemond nodded. “I have to go. I have another surgery in an hour.” He nodded at Baela and walked out of the room. Jace scoffed, “Asshole.” Baela hit him, “You are no better!”

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[winchesterwild78]

Unexpected Hunter

Chapter Warnings: fear, injury, death, weapons, some fluff, mention of stalking,

18+ Minors DNI

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You didn’t plan to be a hunter. Hell you didn’t even know this life existed until a few years ago. You were in the park on an unseasonably warm day in February when you were attacked. You woke up 3 days later in the hospital with bandages all over, pain coursing through your body and 2 very handsome FBI agents waiting to speak to you. The taller one noticed you were awake and approached your bed. He was tall, had long hair and kind eyes. The shorter one, even though he was tall, had short dirty blonde hair and piercing green eyes. “Good afternoon, Miss y/l/n I’m Agent Smith and this is my partner Agent Smith, no relation. We’d like to ask you some questions about your attack if you’re up for it.

You positioned yourself up and said “yeah of course. I don’t remember much, but I’ll help with what I can.” You told them you were in the park for a few hours sitting on the bench and then you got up to leave. As you walked past a section of trees you felt strong arms grab you and pull you into the tree line. You remember trying to scream but something was covering your mouth. The next thing you remember is a growl that sent chills down your spine and a set of razor sharp teeth bending down to bite your neck. “I’m sorry I don’t remember what happened next. I must have passed out.” You said as tears pricked your eyes. That’s when you noticed the shorter man hadn’t taken his eyes off you. You made eye contact with him and you didn’t look away. The tall man cleared his throat and placed a hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay Miss Y/L/N, we are going to do everything possible to help solve this. Do you recall if you were bitten?” “I don’t think so you” said with wide eyes. “Here’s our card if you think of anything else or need anything.” He said. “Y/n, please call me y/n” you whispered. The other agent stepped forward and for the first time he spoke “y/n, if you need anything even if it’s just to talk please call me.” He said stepping closer to you. You looked up meeting his green eyes and you noticed they looked softer than before.

“Thank you agents. I will” you said taking the card and watching them as they walked out.

“Dean I’m gonna head to the morgue to check on the other bodies.” Sam said as he walked down the hallway. That’s when he noticed Dean standing just staring at your hospital room door. “Dean, did you hear me?” Sam said stepping closer to his brother. “Huh, what. Oh yeah. That’s fine. I’m going back to the scene to see if I can figure this out. I think we are dealing with a werewolf.” Dean said as he walked away.

You sat on your hospital bed trying to remember what happened. A nurse came in to check on you and you asked about your wounds. “It seems like you put up a heck of a fight. Most of the wounds are defensive and not too deep. You’ve got a broken rib and bruising from the punches, but girl I’d hate to see the other person. You hit your head on a rock trying to get away so you’re going to have a headache for a few days. You should be able to go home tomorrow since you’re awake.” She said with a soft smile. “Thank you. I’m ready to go home” you said smiling back. “Get some rest and I’ll bring you some food soon. If you need anything just push the call button.” She said as she walked out.

You grabbed a paper you found on the stand beside the bed and a pen. You started to draw the person who attacked you. Maybe this would help the FBI. You sat drawing and when you stopped you looked at what you drew. A soft gasp left your lips at what you saw on the paper. What started out as a good intention turned into something that took your breath away. Staring back at you from the paper wasn’t what attacked you, it was the green eyed FBI agent. “What in the world y/n. Why did you draw him.” You whispered to yourself as you kept staring at the paper. Pulling you from your thoughts was a soft knock on the door. In walked the green eyed agent. You quickly turned the paper over not wanting him to see it. “Hello y/n, how are you feeling?” He asked as he crossed the room. “I’m good. I have a headache and I’m sore, but they say I might get to bust out of here tomorrow” You said with a smile. “How are you agent? Did you find anything out about my attacker” you asked him. “I’m good and not yet. I did however find this at the scene and wanted to know if it was yours.” He asked holding up a locket on a broken gold chain. “Oh my goodness. Yes, that was my mother’s. Thank you so much for finding it.” You said with tears in your eyes. You took it from him and as your hand brushed against his electricity shot through your body. A single tear slipped down your face as you looked at the locket. It’s been about 10 years since your mother died and you’ve worn her locket ever since. Without thinking Dean thumbed away the tear. Your eyes met and you whispered “thank you” again. Dean nodded and stepped back. He sat in the chair next to your bed. There was a silence that filled the room as you opened the locket looking at your mother’s picture. You were so thankful he found it. “Um Agent Smith, can I ask what’s your name” you asked softly. “My name is Dean” he said looking over at you. “Dean, thank you again for finding this. It’s my most prized possession.” You said reaching out for his hand. “You’re welcome sweetheart” he said.

The silence was broken by his phone ringing. “Hello. Yeah I’m in y/n’s room. I found something at the scene and wanted to see if it was hers. Yep, see you soon.” He said then hung up. “That was my partner we think we have a lead so I need to leave and follow up on it.” He said to you. “Oh yeah, of course. Please be careful.” You said without thinking. He nodded and smiled as he walked out the door. “Dean” you whispered to yourself. The nurse came in a few minutes later with some food and asked if you needed anything. “Do you think you could get me some paper or a notebook. I want to see if I can draw some memories from the attack” you said. “Oh of course I can. I’ll be back in a minute” she said as she left the room. A few minutes later she brought you a spiral notebook, pencils and pens. “Thank you” you said as you opened it to the first page.

You ate your food and then started drawing. Anything you could remember from the day of the attack. You closed your eyes and just let your mind drift back to the day. You don’t know how long you had been drawing but soon you had several pages filled with images. The last image took your breath away. It was him, the guy who attacked you. You realized you had seen him before the attack. He had been around your job, at some of the stores you had frequented. That’s when it hit you. This guy was your bosses son. Your breath caught in your throat and you picked up the phone. You called Dean hoping he would answer. “Hello, this is Agent Smith” you heard him say. “Dean it’s y/n. I know who attacked me. It’s my bosses son. I was drawing and it came to me. He had asked me out several times and I turned him down because something felt off. He’s been stalking me. Showing up at different places I’m at. Please Dean, I’m so scared. What if he comes here.” You said without taking a breath. “Calm down sweetheart, we are on our way.”

He hung up and threw the car in reverse. “Y/n knows her attacker. We’re going back to the hospital Sammy. I can’t lose her” Dean said without hesitation. “Dean, we aren’t going to lose her. She’s safe at the hospital and she’s tougher than she looks.” Sam said looking at his brother. He knew Dean had developed feelings for her already. “I can’t explain it Sammy, I need to protect her. From the moment I saw her that need became primal.” Dean said as he gripped the steering wheel and sped towards the hospital. “I know big brother, I know” Sam said resting a hand on Dean’s shoulder.

They pulled into the parking lot and Dean took off towards your room. Sam was not far behind him. As they approached the door Dean stopped and tried to compose himself. He knocked and opened the door. The minute you saw him tears streamed down your face and he wrapped you in a hug. He kissed the top of your head and ran his hands on your back. “Shhh it’s okay sweetheart. You’re safe. Sammy and I won’t let anyone hurt you” Dean said as he pulled you tight. Your notebook and paper dropped to the floor. Sam picked them up and looked at them. He smiled when he saw the picture you drew of Dean. He showed Dean the pictures you drew but left that one out. Sam called the local police to tell them you remembered your attacker. They went to arrest him but he got away. He knew you had remembered and he was going to find you and make you pay.

Dean stayed with you at the hospital and when it was time to be discharged he insisted you stay with them at their hotel. “No, Dean. I need to go home. I have all my stuff there and my dog. My neighbor has been taking care of her but I can’t just abandon her. If you’re that worried you come stay with me” you said as you pulled on your shoes. “If you’re sure. I can crash on the couch and Sam can crash on the floor.” He said while helping you up. “Nonsense, I have a guest room and the couch pulls out to a bed. Y’all can figure out who gets what. I just want to go home, shower and change.” You said as you both walked to the elevator. You climbed into his gorgeous car as he walked around to the driver’s seat. You both chatted on the drive, nothing too personal. Just some small talk. As he pulled in your driveway your beautiful light brown terrier mix came bounding out of the house. You dropped to your knees “Lexi” you said as the dog started jumping and smothering you in kisses. You laughed as she knocked you over. Dean laughed and bent down helping you up. Lexi came over and started jumping and licking Dean. “I’ve never seen her warm up instantly to someone” you said. He smiled and petted her head as you two walked to your house.

You walked in the house and thanked your neighbor for her help. She hugged you, looked at Dean and smiled. Once she left you closed and locked the door.

You showed Dean around and told him he was welcome to stay in the guest room if he wanted to. “Make yourself at home, I’m going to go take a shower and get this hospital smell off me. There is food and drinks in the fridge. Help yourself to whatever. I think there are a few beers in there if you’re off duty and can drink.” You said as you walked towards your room. You went in your bedroom and closed the door. You leaned against the door thinking about Dean. “Get yourself together girl. He’s going to be leaving soon. Don’t get attached.” You said to yourself. You got your stuff together and walked into your bathroom starting the shower.

Dean heard the water running and walked in the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and saw his favorite beer in the door and smiled. He grabbed one, popped the top off and sat on the couch. Lexi jumped up next to him and put her head on his lap. He petted her head and drank his beer. As he sat there his mind wandered to thoughts of you. Your smile, laugh, soft lips and your beautiful y/c eyes. He smiled at the thought of you. “Damn Dean, snap out of it. You’re leaving in a few days and you can’t be in a relationship with her.” He thought to himself. Sam called and told him he was a few minutes away and had their belongings from the hotel. When Dean saw Sam pull up in a cab he opened the door and helped him bring in their bags. After they came back inside Dean showed Sam around. Sam said he’d take the couch and set his stuff in the corner. “So where is y/n at?” Sam asked. “Shower” was all Dean said. The brothers were sitting in the living room when you came out. You saw Sam had arrived and you greeted him. He stood up and walked up to you asking how you were feeling. “I’m okay. I just want to feel safe again and I won’t completely until he’s caught. Thank you guys for coming here and staying. The idea of leaving Lexi broke my heart.” “No problem y/n my brother and I will keep you safe.” Dean’s eyes went big and you shot your head around. “Your brother?!?! You asked looking between the two of them. “I thought you were partners.” “Way to go Sammy” Dean said with a grumble. He saw the panic in your eyes. Sam shook his head. “Sorry y/n I thought Dean told you” he said looking a little sad. “No he didn’t. So are you really FBI” you asked with your voice catching in your throat.

They both shook their head no. You stood there for a minute before taking a seat. Panic started to creep up in your chest. You looked between the brothers with tears in your eyes. “I need you to tell me the truth because I’m about to kick you out of my house” you said looking directly at Dean. That’s when Dean explained everything about hunting, monsters and the family business. He also told you that you were attacked by a werewolf and damn lucky to be alive. “He must want you for another reason. Otherwise you’d be dead.” Dean said very bluntly. You shot him a look and Sam slapped his arm. “Way to soften the blow Dean. Damn scare her even more.”

You stood up, causing both men to stand. They towered over you. You didn’t lift your head up you just softly said “um, I need a minute” and walked to your room. You shut the door and leaned against it. You felt your legs give out as you collapsed to the floor. Sobs overwhelmed your body and your tears soaked your face. You felt so alone and so scared. What did this monster want with you if he didn’t want you dead. Then you realized he wanted YOU. To make you like he was, a monster. You felt sick. You ran to your bathroom and fell in front of the toilet throwing up what little you had in your stomach. Sobbing and vomiting over the toilet you felt a hand grab your hair and hold it back. A quiet shushing sound from behind you. “Dean” was the only thought in your head. Once you stopped getting sick you sat back against the tub. Dean grabbed a washcloth and ran cold water on it. He put it on the back of your neck helping calm you down.

“Thank you” was all you managed to whisper out. He sat on the floor in front of you and grabbed your hands. You slowly looked up at him and saw his green eyes soften. You wanted to look away but something stopped you. “Hey, I’m sorry sweetheart. Sometimes my mouth runs before my brain does. I never meant to upset you.” Silent tears fell from your eyes. You had no words or the strength to speak. You just sat there in the bathroom floor with Dean and cried. He pulled you into his arms and held you tight. You could smell him and he smelt like home. He smelled of a mixture of leather, wood, beer and mint. You inhaled deeply and with every breath you relaxed into him.

He placed a soft kiss on your head and you looked up. “Was that okay” he asked. You nodded yes. He swept your hair out of your face and kissed your forehead. You smiled slightly. You both stared at each other and he started to lean in and you stopped him. “Dean as much as I’d like to kiss you I did just get sick. Let me brush my teeth first” you said as you started to get off the floor. He helped you up and let you clean up. When you came out of your bathroom he was standing leaning against the wall. He didn’t give you time to say anything he crossed the room, cupped your face and kissed you. You melted into his kiss. His lips were soft and you felt his tongue swipe your lips asking for entry. You opened your mouth and he deepened the kiss. Your body felt like it was on fire. This man looked like a Greek God and could kiss like one too. You moaned into his mouth and he smiled. He pulled away and took a breath. “You okay y/n” he asked breathlessly. “Yes, Dean I’m okay.” You said looking at him.

As he was pulling you closer Sam yelled from the living room. “Dean, y/n get out here quick.” You could hear the slight panic in his voice and you instantly froze. Dean grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room saying “I’ve got you sweetheart. I’ll keep you safe.” You swallowed your fear a little and held tightly to his hand. “What’s wrong Sammy?” Dean asked as we walked in the room. “I think we have company” Sam said nodding towards the front door. Dean whispered for you to stay put and he walked toward the window. He saw 2 men on the front porch and they were talking low. “Looks like she’s got company” one of them said. “Yeah I can smell them out here. They better not have touched my girl.” The one closest to the door said. Sam and Dean used hand gestures to talk and Sam grabbed your hand and pulled you to your bathroom. “Y/n stay in here. Lock the door and no matter what don’t open the door. You’ll be safe in here without windows. Here take this. It has silver bullets in it. Shoot whatever comes through this door. I mean it y/n. Whatever comes through.” All you could do is shake your head in acknowledgment. Sam shut the door and you locked it.

The next thing you knew you heard Sam and Dean yelling and there was growling. It sounded like your house was being torn apart. Banging and crashing is all you heard for a few minutes. Followed by muffled shouting. Then you heard gunshots and thuds. Your heart stopped and you listened. The gun Sam gave you aimed at the door. You heard your bedroom door open and footsteps come towards the bathroom. You held your breath. There was a knock and you heard Dean. “Hey sweetheart, you can open the door. It’s safe now.” You stood there for a minute still aiming the gun at the door. “Dean is that really you” you said so low even you couldn’t believe it was your voice. “Yeah darlin it’s me.” He said.

You opened the door and found Dean covered in cuts and blood. Some of which you’re sure wasn’t his. He grabbed the gun from you and put the safety on. You stood there trembling. Dean wrapped his arms around you and just held you. “It’s okay baby. I’ve got you. You’re safe now. Take a deep breath” he said holding you tight. He walked you out into the living room and you looked around. Your house was a wreck and so much was broken. Then you saw boots at the end of the couch. You walked over and saw your bosses son laying lifeless on the floor. You gasped. Sam came over and put his arm around you. “It’s okay y/n he was a monster. If we hadn’t been here he would have hurt you.” He said giving you a big hug.

Once everything was settled with the local police Dean and Sam told you they wanted you to come move in with them. They described the bunker and told you there was plenty of room for you and Lexi. You were sure you didn’t have a job anymore and your landlord was going to be pissed the house was destroyed. So you decided to go with them. They both saved your life and Sam was like a brother to you, Dean was something else. You desperately wanted more with him but you weren’t going to push it. So you grabbed what you could carry, loaded it in baby and climbed in the backseat. Dean and Sam climbed in the front and as Dean pulled away you looked back at your home and sighed. Lexi nuzzled you and you pet her head. “It’s okay girl, we are going to be just fine” you said looking into the rear view mirror you caught Dean’s eyes. He winked at you and you smiled. Settling back you and Lexi drifted off to sleep.

Part 2

#dean winchester #supernatural #family

[dracocheesecake]

What do you think Kai would do with a protective s/o? Like, does the all supreme warlord really need protection? Not really. Is she on his power level/fighting skill? Absolutely not, the thought’s nearly laughable (or at least, probably laughable to Kai anyways). But if anyone so much as poses half a threat to the bull, is she going to start going off into as much a war mode as she can muster to defend him? Yea, without a second thought.

I just think its funny, it’s like having a guard dog but you’re a navy seal and the guard dog in question is just like a very feisty chihuahua.

Oh my goodness this is a hilarious/adorable thought. Especially if we're going with Spirit Warrior Kai- an immortal- and a mortal s/o it becomes even more so. X'D Kai would definitely find it amusing andadorable, to say the least.

Now if we're going with warlord mortal Kai, then it's still an incredibly hilarious situation. Oogway cracking jokes about Kai's little "bodyguard". Kai would probably give her the title "lapdog", or "gnat". I can just imagine they're in a meeting with another general- a loose ally of sorts- and when the conversation gets more heated she starts hurling threats and insults the other general's way, while Kai's leaning back smirking the entire time. "You might want to be nicer to me. I could sic her on you."

She'll probably try to take care of whatever cuts and scrapes he accumulates, too, all while scolding him for being stupid...

No, no, hold it-drabble incoming:

"Do you think you're immortal?" She snapped, cleaning what many would have thought a small scratch on the bull's hide (especially the bull himself), but to her was a wound as severe as anything. Kai's ear twitched in her direction, and then he looked over his shoulder at her.

"What answer would make you more angry?" He asked, smirking.

She slapped his back, and he chuffed in amusement.

"Stop being stupid! What if you're wounded even worse next time?"

Kai shrugged, undoing some of her work- she was no healer, and the peeling bandages showed her painful efforts- vain in attempt, but not sentiment.

"No one has managed it so far."

She snorted in disgust, and the noise buried the worried sob that had actually been building; his arrogance was a danger, not only to his soldiers but his physical being. He really did think he was immortal. Still, for his sake she held herself together, focusing on her work.

She patched up the rest of the cuts and patted his back again. "Now go get some rest. You'll need it if you're going to lead the march tomorrow. We'll be crossing enemy lines, soon."

Kai rolled his eyes. "As if I need a wetnurse," he grumbled. There were notes of affection in his tone, though, poking through the exasperation, and despite his objections he obeyed.

She waited for his breath to even out, and then she reached forward and brushed her fingertips against one of the scars tracing across his ribs. Then another one, on his chest- and there!- A nick on his throat she had missed.

Kai was an excellent fighter, he was right, he didn't need her protection- but she thought about all the ways he could be hurt, about how his own carelessness could kill him, and tears welled in her eyes, knowing she could only do so little to protect him. One of Kai's hands reached up, clasping around her wrist, and she quickly blinked her tears away. She perked up as his eyes opened and steeled her voice.

"Sorry," she said, "I was just checking these scratches. I didn't mean to wake you."

Kai watched her for a moment, his eyes searching hers. Then his grip and gaze softened.

"...Does it bother you that much?" He asked.

She couldn't contain herself anymore. That spark-bright rage that had been known to jump to General Kai's defense the moment anyone even thought to cast him a ill glance now turned against him. Hot tears, now flooding over the dam of her restraint, poured down her cheeks.

"Of course!" She cried, "Do you know how hard it is, watching you march out to battle every day, you being as stupid and arrogant as you are, when I can't do anything to protect you? Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to be so weak?"

She may have barked much more such things at him, half unintelligible through her rageful sobs; she couldn't remember. She couldn't even remember exactly when he had taken her in his arms, or when she had finally lost her breath. All she knew was that she was now sobbing straight into his chest.

Kai just held her for a long while, and then he sighed, shrugging. "I told you that it's hard to care for me. Just ask Oogway."

That only made her more angry, and she sobbed even more. Kai must have realized his mistake, because he then continued, his tone turning slightly more apologetic, urgently so:

"-Not that I don't care! I'm not that stupid, or ungrateful...It's just...It's- you're only-"

She glared up at him, and Kai groaned, cursing, probably loud enough for the occupants of the nearest circle of tents to have heard it and woken from their sleep.

"I'm not trying to- I mean, I just- I don't...Dammit."

Kai held her closer, so much closer that it almost squeezed the breath from her, but then his grip relaxed. He snorted and then released her- but only to cup her face in his hands. His shoulders hunched somewhat, his attempt to make eye-contact on her level.

"I get it, you care about me, for some reason-stupid choice, really- and trying to look after me makes you feel better...but you're only a gnat."

He sighed and pressed his forehead against hers.

"Even so...thank you. For everything...And I will try to be more careful, if it means you won't go into hysterics and scare away all of me and Oogway's allies, or yell at me after every battle."

And then that smirk returned, though a little less mean-spirited than before; but she understood his meaning. Her tears dried, and she smiled a little. Then she reached forward and nipped at him, making him grin and lean away.

"You better!" She snapped, "Or else I'll do more than yell at you!- And you know General Hayou had it coming!"

Kai raised his brows. "He just sneezed in my direction."

"He could have made you sick! He deserved to get chewed out."

Kai snorted in amusement and leaned back onto his cot, pillowing his head on his hands. "I don't get sick. Besides, if it ever came to an actual fight, I think I can handle him."

"He's a crocodile almost twice your size, you arrogant cow!- See, this is why you need me!"

"What? To nibble the ankles of all my enemies?"

"Shut up and get some sleep!"

"You know- maybe we should put you on the front lines tomorrow, instead- you could glare at Fenhua's army, and they'll probably take off running. Would save us a lot of trouble."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "If they know what's good for them, they'll take one look at you and take off running- knowing that I'm right behind you, and knowing what I'll do if they even touch a single strand of your fur."

"What? Nibble their ankles? So scary!"

"And worse."

Kai laughed, finally settling himself down and closing his eyes. "I don't doubt it."

#ask #thank you for the ask! #kung fu panda #kai x reader #kai x oc #general kai #kai the collector #kfp3 #ficlet #this was also really rushed sorry #this is honestly an adorable thought #the drabble turned a little more emotional than intended #still rushed but I hope it's alright

[cherryberry444]

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pairing: luke castellan x apollo kid!reader

summary: in which luke is constantly getting hurt on camp, leaving you to help patch him up in the infirmary. but what if luke is getting hurt on purpose as an excuse to see you?

warning: this is my first tumblr one shot so be understanding! i am not a nurse! just making this up lowkey!

contains: inspiration from a cai prompt by @/junifairy. flirting, banter, down bad luke.

word count: 1402

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It was a typical day in the infirmary for you. You had gotten used to your usual tasks by now. Patch people up, make sure they're good to go, clean up and repeat. It had become pretty mundane at this point but it was what you were good at and plus every now and then something intriguing would happen. There were some pretty cute campers that would come in bruised up and to say you enjoyed taking care of them would be kinda sick but let's just say you didn't mind it.

One of the cutest, though nothing but trouble was Luke Castellan, son of Hermes. He was the strongest and most skilled swordsman on camp so it wasn't shocking he'd need to go to the infirmary ever so often. Although, the frequency of his appearance over minor injuries and the way he'd flirt with you while he was here did leave you suspicious. But, Luke probably flirts with a lot of people so you tried not to think much of it.

"Oh gods what is it today Luke?" You asked as Luke walked in with a few minor cuts on his face and arms.

"Nothing major..just a few sword injuries is all" Luke shrugged, taking a seat on an infirmary bed.

"For the best swordsman in camp you sure get a lot of cuts.." You said, grabbing rubbing alcohol and gauze from the hospital tray by the bed and going to sit next to him.

"Hey..." Luke rolled his eyes.

"Just saying." You said grabbing the gauze to clean the wounds on his arm first. Luke squinted slightly but didn't react much.

"So what have you been doing today, beautiful?"

You scoff. "My job"

"Other than that I mean"

"Why so curious?"

"I just wanna know what someone as beautiful as you does on their free time"

You scoff again. "Stop"

"Stop?"

"Flirting."

"Who said I'm flirting?"

"Oh please you're always flirting" you say, putting bandages on his arm.

Luke gasps lightly. "Do you really think so lowly of me?" He says placing a hand on his chest.

You look up at him with a serious face. Luke laughs. "Can't you just accept that I think you're really pretty?"

"Whatever Luke, anyone can be pretty"

"Well yeah but I think you're especially pretty" Luke smiles softly.

"Did they knock you in the head too?" You ask sarcastically, checking his head for wounds.

"No, my head is perfectly clear"

"And empty"

"Hey!" Luke says defensively.

You laugh. "Someone smart wouldn't get so much wounds"

"I'm extremely smart," Luke defends.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm"

"How so?"

"So there's someone I really like.." Your breath hitches at this sentence.

"And they work in the infirmary, so I kind of let my competitor hit me a few times in combat just so I can go see them. Isn't that clever?" Luke asks.

Your eyes widen. "What? No, that's stupid! Who is it?" You ask, genuinely confused after cleaning the wound on his face.

"Oh you're not very bright either.."

"What?..No.."

"It's you"

"Luke you're kidding"

"I'm not"

"You don't like me. You must be experiencing..nightingale effect or whatever but I am simply your nurse. Nothing more" You explain.

"But I'd love it if we were more" Luke says in a low voice, looking into your eyes and softly grabbing the hand that was cleaning his wounds.

"I think you bumped your head.. like actually. This is a little far, even for you." You say moving away from him.

"Not at all. Y/N, can you let me speak freely?"

"My gods"

"Please?"

"Alright go ahead, whatever"

"I've always liked you y/n. I know you think I'm just this big flirt who doesn't mean it or something but it's not like that, at all. I've always thought you were beautiful, even before you started working in the infirmary. You have to believe me." Luke says sincerely.

You stare at him for a second in silence and shock.

"I'm sorry this is too much. Fuck, I don't usually express my feelings to people but I just couldn't hold back any longer. Coming to the infirmary often, I just felt like that was the only way you'd talk to me or even look at me and I know that may be wrong but..I just wanted an excuse to spend time with you and talk to you and I know I could've just said something like a normal person but I was too scared and I-" You cut him off.

"Luke Castellan, scared? Losing in combat to come see me? You're actually so stupid.." You chuckle.

"You're kinda scary, y/n" Luke admits.

"How?"

"You don't take any bullshit and you never flirt back you just do your job and I really regret even bringing this up because you obviously don't see me like that and I just..fuck" Luke curses, looking around nervously.

You take in a breath and giggle a little. "You're cute when you're worried"

Luke's eyes brighten up. "Cute? You take pleasure in my pain?"

"Well, no. You're always cute Luke." You admit.

Luke smiles. "You really think so?"

"Castellan are you blushing?" You tease.

"No it's..it's the bruising!" Luke defends.

"Mhm right.." You sass.

"So you like me too?"

"I didn't say that."

"Oh" Luke tries to hide his frown.

"But"

"But?"

"Well..I think you're cute and strong and funny and..you know, I like talking to you when you come in here. Even if it's just you hitting on me, it's entertaining." You explain, looking into his eyes.

"I think that means you like me y/n"

"You're so full of yourself Castellan" You say, pushing him lightly.

"Hey don't push me, I'm injured!" Luke exclaims.

"Oh please you're fine" You wave off.

"You think I'm fine?"

"Shut the fuck up!" You laugh.

"Hey if you kiss my wounds do you think they'll heal quicker?" Luke asks

"Hm maybe" You say playing along.

"Hm, my lip kinda hurts too. Do you think you could kiss it better by chance?"

"Go back to your cabin Castellan" You roll your eyes, getting up.

"Not without you"

"What?! You're delusional" You try to hide your blush.

"You like me. I see you blushing. You like that idea don't you?"

"What?"

"Hm? Tell me..have you thought about what our first kiss would be like? I have" Luke says, getting up and moving closer to you.

"You're actually too much today" You laugh.

"I asked you something," He said.

"Um" Luke waited for your response.

"Maybe"

"Maybe?"

"Yeah but everyone wants to kiss you Luke so it's nothing major"

"But I only want to kiss you," He says sincerely.

"Hm" you smile softly, looking down.

"Look at me" He says, lifting your chin and softly moving your hair out of your eyes.

You look at him nervously. He laughs lightly. "Don't laugh at me!"

"I'm not..it's just..I've never seen you so nervous. I didn't know you were even capable of being nervous"

"Well I am okay you win"

"Yes I do," he smirks.

You roll your eyes. "Stop"

"Stop what?"

"Looking at me like that. Like you want to kiss me."

"Well, I do"

"Well we can't"

"Why?"

"Because this is a professional setting"

Luke scoffs. "We're gods!" He affirms.

"Demigods" you correct.

"Whatever, I think you're just scared"

"Maybe.."

"Definitely. Look there's nothing to be scared of"

"You sure?" You ask, looking at him with gleaming eyes.

"Positive, you're gonna love it" Luke claims.

"You're so conceited" You scoff.

"Let me show you?" He asks nicely.

"Alright"

Luke takes in a breath, caressing the side of your face softly. He smiles softly before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your lips, you kiss him back, opening your mouth as he opens his and your mouths slowly move in sync. His tongue moves into your mouth as he places his hand on the back of your neck, kissing you harder. "Mm" you hum in response.

"You like that?" He asks between the kiss, making your breath hitch.

"Mm, mhm" You giggle, kissing him again before the kiss breaks.

"We shouldn't be doing this here" you say.

"So let's do it somewhere else, hm?" He suggests. For some stupid reason you agree and walk out of the infirmary with him to kiss him in a more private setting.

#down bad #flirty #banter #hurt/comfort #quotes #nurse! #luke castellan #pjo series #charlie bushnell #he fell first #gender nonconforming #gender neutral y/n #percy jackson

[arminsumi]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do armin x Violet Evergarden!reader (where reader is some kind of weapon used by Survey Corps or Marleyan Army)

Drink lot of water and take care :)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ protector

Armin x fem!reader ♪

Overview; Levi entrusts you with the task of protecting Armin during a mission.

Wordcount; about 1k

Contents; fluff (sparing), angst, war/battles

Warnings; mentions the reader enduring battle and hardships, reader having a breakdown when she reunites with Armin

Note; oooh it's been a while since i watched Violet Evergarden 👀i hope you like how this turned out hehe!! 💕 ALSO I FOUND OUT THAT VIOLET AND MIKASA SHARE THE SAME VOICE ACTOR OMG

Roughened up by a battle, you trudge upstairs to your bedroom in the Scout's headquarters. On the way you encounter a kind smile from Armin. You look at him blankly and greet him quietly in reply.

"Good morning, Armin." you say monotonously.

"Y/n, you're hurt." he comments caringly, looking over your wounds.

"It's no matter; we were victorious and drove the soldiers away. The headquarters is safe, and I fulfilled my duty." you say.

Armin upturns his brows at you. Not a soul lurks in the corridor, so he takes your hand in his. "Let's get you patched up. Then you need to rest."

"But I'm fine." you assure. But Armin insists. "You look tired. Let me care for you. C'mon, I promise I'm excellent with bandaging." he says earnestly.

He's always treated you gently, and more importantly, he's always treated you like a human. Your distantness and expressionlessness deterred many Scouts, and some treated you as just a weapon. Sometimes even you saw yourself as just a weapon; showering was just polishing the weapon, eating was just reloading the weapon.

But when Armin carefully wraps bandages around your arm, you begin to feel things. Pleasant things. But you can't quite put your finger on what these feelings are.

"My heart is panging." you comment. Armin looks at you concernedly and asks: "Are you alright?" to which you bluntly reply, "I don't know, it started panging when I saw you, and when you're this close it pangs harder. I don't know what it means."

Armin goes pink in the face, and his heart pangs. "Oh, I see..."

Days passed, and old battles became meaningless as newer, more arduous ones emerged. Erwin sent for you one day.

"We're heading into the heart of Marley tomorrow, and I want you to oversee the safety of Armin. He is your priority."

You have your hands neatly tucked behind your back and your shoulders taught like a real soldier.

But what is this pang that you feel in your chest when you hear Erwin's command? Your whole being seems to light up at the mention of Armin's name.

He looks at you with his remarkably intense gaze. "Can I entrust this task to you?" he asks seriously.

"Yes, sir." you reply confidently.

Erwin looks at you contemplatively for a moment before nodding and dismissing you.

When you leave his office and lead down the corridors, you hear passing comments about yourself. Some people call you emotionless, some cruelly question "what's wrong with her?"

But not Armin; he always talks to you like a friend, and comes to your defense when someone says anything hurtful. Even though in reality you deflect their harmful words as if your conscious is made of armor.

As soon as you find Armin, and discuss the recently issued command from Erwin, you treat him with such formality that he stiffens up and blushes. You notice he's stuttering and playing nervously with the hem of his uniform's coat.

"I'm at your service, sir." you tell him.

"Don't say that. We're in this together. I'll protect you, and you'll protect me, okay?" he gives you a little smile.

"...okay."

"Is she there?" a Marleyan soldier asks nervously, looking around in the night.

"I don't know. I can't see."

"There!"

But not a moment after they catch a glimpse of you, they're thudding lifelessly to the floor. To you, it's all swift and agile motions; effortless.

You return to the point where Levi and his squad reside.

"Is that all of them?" he asks.

"Yes, sir." you answer. Armin looks at you as if he's just witnessed Mikasa or Levi in action for the first time again.

"Good work, Y/n." Levi commends you.

Armin comes close to you when Levi goes to communicate the situation with Erwin. "Are you hurt? I have bandages and medicine, if you need..." Armin asks you.

"No. I don't need medical attention. But I am grateful for your concern."

Armin feels soothed knowing you're unscathed, but at the same time, he childishly wishes he could repay your efforts by patching you up. He's really good with bandages, as he said so himself.

Levi returns with a serious face. "We're heading into the heart of the city now. Everyone be attentive and sharp out there. Eren and Mikasa, you're with the Commander, and Y/n and Armin, you're with me."

He bears a heavy gaze at you for a moment, before speaking to his squad. "Don't get separated."

You alone emerge from rubble, pain searing across your body. Through the chaos of explosions and collapsing buildings, it's a miracle that you have survived.

Everything seems fuzzy and distant, but slowly reality comes back into focus; and you realize you aren't at Armin's side.

Wherever Armin is, you're not there to protect him like you had promised Erwin you would. But that's not the only reason you panic. The idea that he's hurt or dead frightens you, it's an all-consuming fear in your chest right now.

You trek over the deserted battlefield, amongst destroyed buildings and fallen soldiers. Searching for someone through tea-blurred vision is hard. Calling out their name is impossible with a strangled voice.

But you finally find him, blond hair dirtied and ruffled, his stature weakened by tiredness and his wounds.

When he sees you, he suddenly reanimates, and comes running to you, but not faster than you, who cries out his name in a scream. "Armin! Armin!"

"Are you hurt?" Armin asks worriedly, but your reply is to collapse into his chest and sob.

You burst out crying for the first time in a very, very long time. And he had never heard you cry before, the sound hurt him more than anything, so he immediately held you.

"I couldn't protect you, I'm sorry!" you keep saying, and his brows furrow more each time you say that.

"It's alright, the chaos separated us."

That only makes you cry harder, so armin looks around in panic for better words. You grip onto his scuffed uniform, crawling up to his chest for comfort, and he let you, embracing your trembling body.

"I'm sorry I failed to protect you." you sob, lips pressing against the the lining of his uniform's coat. "I'm sorry!"

Armin looks at you and tears up a bit when you say that.

"It wasn't your fault, and you didn't fail to protect me, alright? I'm glad you're here with me... I was worried about you." he mumbles against your forehead, lips grazing a small wound.

You continue to weep in his arms while he soothes you. The battle was somehow won come the next dawn, and if it hadn't been for Armin to piece you back together, then victory would have been impossible.

Armin smiles to himself as he encounters you down the same corridor where you two first met. His eyes recognize the new pendant fastened to your collar; a mark of your valiant effort in the war.

"How are you?" he asks in a soft voice.

"I'm tired..." you answer, smiling sheepishly. "I just want to lay down in the grass and watch the clouds pass."

"Why don't we?" he suggests.

You raise your brows at him. "Huh? You mean, right now?"

"Sure. Why not. I'd love to laze in grass with you. Just, uh, maybe don't tell the Commander that I was being lazy when I had errands to run..."

"Of course, sir." you beam. Armin's heart melts when he sees your true smile.

"Please, call me Armin."

#🐬ocean prince #armin #armin arlert #aot #snk #oneshot #angst with a happy ending #angst #violet evergarden #au #armin x reader #armin x fem!reader #fem reader #armin x f reader #armin x y/n #armin x fem reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin armin

[dreamsgazer]

Hello I love your writing!! if it's possible I have a request for tangerine. well, not really a request but I saw this prompt "Can you at least look me in the eyes when I talk to you?" and I wondered if you could maybe use it with him.... and make it angsty if possible. Thank you and take your time if u decide to do it!! 💖💖💖💞

Hello Anon! Thank you for your request, I MELTED reading the prompt and your kind words. I hope I did your request justice. Also, I can’t write/read angst stuff if it’s not balanced by fluff and happy endings, so hope you don’t mind it. 

Warnings: Tangerine x Fem!Reader, mention of wounds, swearing

Masterlist

Sometimes We Fight, Don’t We?

The fight we had in Paris after a butchered mission was unexpected in its brutality.

Truth to be told, Tangerine and I rarely fought, fought. We could be both passionate about something and certainly we were vocal and stubborn about our positions on some subjects. 

I had to give him credit that he would give me the same treatment he gave Lemon: the harshness Tangerine usually would reserve for enemies or people he viewed as such wasn’t ever directed to me and his brother. He would get annoyed, but never angry. He would scoff and maybe raise a tad his voice, but never shout or being cruel.

It was an act of affection, in its own way.

This time, though, it seemed we had crossed some unspoken line and I wasn’t sure what to do. Stirring the tea in my cup, alone in my minuscule studio apartment now too crowded with regret and sadness, I thought once more about what happened.

We had a plan to carry on the mission swiftly and with less disruption as possible. He didn’t follow it - figures!

It ended with him being stabbed, and me wanting to cry my eyes out while patching him up, listening to Lemon scolding him more harshly than I had ever heard. I knew why, and so did Tangerine. Tokyo was still too fresh of a memory for them to be back at their somehow nonchalant behaviour during a mission.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have thrown my two cents in the argument, decisively siding with Lemon and getting more and more incensed hearing Tangerine scoffing at our concerns.

“Stop doing that!” I shouted when he brushed our concerns off dor the tenth time, slamming the remaining bandages on the little table “You fucked up, we could have gotten killed, and all you do is being damn defensive instead of apologizing!” 

Tangerine’s temper, one that not even Tokyo had been able to tame - and thank god for that - sparkled to life “Oh, for fuck’s sake, leave me alone! The two of you are acting mental!” Lemon frowned at those words, saying something about his brother’s stupid stubbornness.  “Piss off, Lemon!” Tangerine’s snarl prompted me to intervene again, cheeks burning with anger “Don’t tell him to piss off, he’s right!”

Tangerine turned his back to me, grumbling about needing a cigarette. 

"Can you at least look me in the eyes when I talk to you? “I snapped, temples pulsing and fists clenching on my hips.

Tangerine’s answer had been to grab a smashed pack of cigarettes laying on a nightstand, still not turning to face the mess surrounding him “You are not talking, you are just looking for a fight!”

“It’s because you made me worry sick!”

“Well, then,” he thundered, taking a swift turn for the balcony, rummaging through his pockets for the lighter “we should reconsider if it’s a good idea working together, since this is what happens when things go south!”

“Mate!” Lemon’s scandalized voice had cut through the tension in the room.

I felt my lip wobble and I bit it hard, turning towards the door and quickly grabbing my bag. 

“Where the fuck are you going now?” Tangerine’s voice was still thunderous, but there was something else at its edge. Hesitation? I didn’t stop analysing it, gathering my few things laying around the hotel’s bedroom “I’m going home, if I hurry, I can still board the first flight for London.”

It was my turn to not look at him now, even if I could feel his gaze heaving over me “Are you serious?!”

“Deadly serious. I refuse to stay here and be treated like this.”

As I was marching out of the room I heard Tangerine calling my name, but I let the door slam behind me and that was it. I cried on the cab driving me to the airport, and then cried a bit longer on the airplane bringing me home. 

U  k? Don’t mind him, when he’s in pain he’s an asshole.

Lemon’s message stared back at me the morning after I was back in my apartment. I didn’t want to reply, but it seemed unfair to involve him in something that wasn’t his fault.

Tx, Lem. I’m fine.

The second beep from my smartphone caught me off guard: Yeah, the prick says the same. He’s not. 

I didn’t know how to answer that. So, I didn’t. 

A second beep: I think he was pissed because he disappointed u. And me, but in this case mostly u.

I don’t think my opinion is that much important, Lem.

His reply was fast: I think u r wayyyyyyyyy wrong!

You heard him. I was being mental and maybe we shouldn’t work together.

A heartbeat later: Wanna bet he regrets it? 

Not in the mood to play games, honestly. 

I could practically hear his sigh marking the words on the screen Understandable. Take care, k?

And that was it.

Except it wasn’t. Later that evening my door was almost knocked out by a too forceful knocking. 

When I opened it frowning and ready to rip a new one to whomever was trying to break in, Tangerine was standing in my dim lit landing, comically out of place with his elegant navy coat. 

“For fuck’s sake, do you ever check who is knocking? It could have been a fucking bellend who has grudges against you or shit.”

I was stunned seeing him, and it took me a second before asking him what the hell was he doing there.

“Hello to you too.”

“Don’t start, Tangerine, I don’t -”

“Can I come in?” he sighed, pushing his fingers in his hair, looking somewhat defeated. I inhaled deeply, strengthening my hold on the knob, but before I could slam the door on his gorgeous face he added “’m an idiot, I know.”

Well, that was a first one. I was still too hurt and disappointed, though, and shaking my head, I asked him to leave “I don’t want to say things I’ll end up regretting, Tangerine, so it’s better if you give me some time to cool down.”

He stared at me with wide open blue eyes, and I felt something ache and twist inside my chest. Truth to be told, I didn’t want him to go, but what he had said was stuck in my mind.

“Look,” he frowned, smoothing a non-existent crease on his tailored coat “I’ll go if you want me to, but I just wanted to tell you that-”

The words chocked in his throat, so unused to say them. Tangerine stared at me, huffing deeply “I’m a bastard and I shouldn’t have told you that shit. ‘m sorry, really.”

I was equally shocked and pleased that perhaps for the first time he had admitted his faults. Before I could tell him as much, he cleared his throat “Do you still want me to go? Because if I’m being honest, I’d love to come in and finish what we started in Paris.”

I couldn’t repress my smirk, mirroring his. Just before the mission, Lemon had walked into me and Tangerine, while my hands were on his ass and his lips latched on my throat. We had promised each other to finish after the mission.

“So you came here just to fuck me after giving an half - ass apology?” I joked, my nails running over the lapels of his coat. He took my hand, pressing his lips on my fingers, one by one “I suck with words. Let me show you how bad I feel and how good I can make you feel with a proper… apology.”

Laughing, I finally pulled him inside my little living room, but moved my hand swiftly on his lips, to stop the kiss he was going to give me “Were you serious about not working together?”

Tangerine kissed my fingers again, his mouth moving gently against my skin “I was being an ass. I’d understand if you didn't want to work together again.”

“Well,” I sighed with a not so serious frown “Lemon didn’t do anything to me. It’d be unfair to punish him, don’t you think?”

“Terribly unfair.”

Finally retracting my hand and let him come closer, I looked at him “Just, I need you to promise to be more careful. I mean it, Tan. You have an obligation to stay alive. For Lemon, if not for - "

He kissed me, cupping my face with his hands, cutting my sentence. It was a kiss full of meaning, of apologies and intentions to do better in the future.

“For you as well, love,” he promised, his lips gently travelling to the corner of my mouth.

#tangerine x reader #dreamwrites #tangerine bullet train #bullet train fanfic #tangerine x fem!reader #tangerine #bullet train tangerine #bullet train movie #lemon and tangerine #lemon bullet train

[holybananaoafshoe]

✨️Team Dynamics ✨️

Tired Cryo Dads 7/8

The fighting dynamic:

They’re all DPS material so it’s chaotic

I like to think Klee and Freminet let’s Kaeya and Wrio do the heavy lifting while they provide cover fire/defense

Unless Klee, the beautiful chaos child, stumbles on a hilichurl nest--then she nukes the place and tearfully turns herself into Wrio, who tells her it’s okay to use her bombs on bad guys (and ignores the scene of utter destruction behind the child)

If Wrio and/or Kaeya get in trouble, which doesn’t happen too often, Freminet is the one to block the heavy blows directed to the two adults and Klee will one shot it with a bomb

Wrio is very impressed and very intimidated

They aren’t life-threatening wounds by any means, but being caught off guard is dangerous. They’re lucky Klee and Freminet were with them

Kaeya is getting messily bandaged up by Klee, who’s pulling out medical supplies from her backpack with tears in her eyes because she’s never seen Kaeya get hurt before (or at least he doesn’t get too injured when she’s with him)

“Don’t worry, Klee, it’s just a *winces* small cut, I’ll be fine! Wrio and I had the whole situation under control.”

They didn’t, but the sentiment seems to calm her down as Kaeya tells her grandly how they were going to take down the bad guy

He rebandages his wounds with the supplies in her bag (Klee now discussing the new bombs she made) as Freminet gets to work on Wrio

“You always tell me to be careful while I’m diving, but who’s being reckless by shielding the Cavalry Captain with his body?”

“Ah *ruffles Freminet’s hair, ignoring the glare* don’t worry kid, it takes a lot more than that to get me down.”

The action calms Freminet’s shaking hands, and as much as he hates to admit, he’s started to see Wrio as a father figure

One day Kaeya got badly injured fighting a group of corrupted robots

For one reason or another, he had decided to go look at some ruins Lisa had asked him to get photos of

Wrio had a briefing about the criminal of the week that morning and Klee was getting a tour of the city via Freminet and his siblings, so it was a good time to explorer and take some much needed alone time

That and the Fontaine sibling trio wanted Klee over for a sleepover, so he could spend the night exploring too

Bonus: he wouldn’t have to worry about Klee bombing the ruins

At the very least, he left a note with Klee and Freminet for Wrio before leaving with a wave and a “Have fun, Klee, I’ll see you all in the morning!”

He was literally in the middle of taking photos when he heard a clicking noise echo through the ruins, uneasy he put the Kamera away quickly and readied his sword.

Quietly, he made his way through the ruins, looking for the intruders.

Unfortunately, these robots had heat vision, and as soon as they picked up Kaeya’s heat signature, they charged.

He was doing pretty good at holding off the robots, but the sheer amount of them was overwhelming, even for him

After taking out half, one got the better of him and left him open to several heavy landing attacks.

He had disposed of one. An eerie clicking noise sounded behind him, and he spun around, ice coating the tip of his sword, ready to cut the robot down.

His sword is met with an empty space, and just as he’s processing that the robot is on his blind side, a white hot pain erupts from his abdomen. His vision goes dark for a second and comes back the moment the robot rips its lance out of his stomach.

Kaeya does his Best™ after that, but he’s struggling.

Kaeya’s sword is knocked out of his hand and he’s pushed back by the next attack, landing on the ground and looking up to see the final blow: “Oh, God, not like this--”

Wrio comes over and takes out the robot with a cyro charged left hook like a badass

(he hit it a little harder than he needed, but who’s around to call him out on it)

Moments before knocking out the robot, Wrio had caught sight of Kaeya lying on the ground, pushing himself to the limit to stop the robot on time and get up, get up! Why isn’t he getting up? Come on, Captain, you always get back up, give me a sign I’m not too late--

Kaeya is left awestruck as Wrio turns to the robots that are left and takes them out with a single, well-placed, cyro punch

Wrio sucks in a pained breath when he sees the wound at Kaeya’s abdomen and the dark stain that was steadily growing on Kaeya’s shirt.

Quickly taking off his coat, Wrio bunched it up and pressed it on Kaeya’s abdomen, getting a hiss from the Captain, to slow the bleeding.

It doubles as a blanket because Kaeya doesn’t know why, but he’s so fucking cold all of a sudden and he has a feeling it’s not just from using his vision too much

And he just gets colder by the minute

His injuries aren’t that bad right…?

Wrio then proceeded to pick Kaeya up bridal style

(with one arm, mind you, as he picks up Kaeya’s sword with the other to slide it into his belt before placing his hand under Kaeya’s knees.)

“I--I’m fine now, there’s no need to worry and I ca--”

*Wrio scoops him up with an unreadable expression* “You wouldn’t make it 5 feet without collapsing, so no you’re not walking.”

If Kaeya hadn't been profusely bleeding and on the verge of passing out, he'd have teased Wrio BUT OH MY GOD HES SO FUCKING COOL AND STRONG--

By the time they get to the city, Keaya is barely aware of his surroundings and Wrio is running to the medical center because Kaeya can’t die on his watch.

And Oh Fuck, he runs into Klee who’s in the middle of getting a tour of the city of Fontaine via Freminet and the twins.

To his credit, Wrio does a really good job at keeping the kids from seeing Kaeya’s injuries by adjusting his coat over Kaeya to hide the growing bloodstain (the twins may have also distracted them with a quick magic trick while Wrio was adjusting).

Klee wants them to join, but “Kaeya can’t join because he, ahem, overworked himself, and he’s super tired.”

Kaeya has most definitely collapsed from getting very little sleep after the more intense missions he’s been on for the knights, so Klee is none the wiser.

She tells Freminet and his siblings about the times Kaeya has collapsed, laughing as she recounts the time Albedo helped her draw on Kaeya’s face

As Wrio runs off, the twins steer her and Freminet in the opposite direction

Meanwhile, Kaeya’s eyes are closed, and Archons he’s cold and so, so tired.

Wrio is talking, asking him questions, but Kaeya can’t talk right now. In fact, all he wants to do is go to sleep.

Spoilers: they get to the medical center in time.

Kaeya wakes up to Wrio quietly changing his bandages, a worried expression on his face.

He gives himself away when he hisses at Wrio putting some kind of salve on his wound, who quickly apologizes and starts asking if Kaeya is alright and “it doesn’t hurt too much, right?”

Wrio is quiet, and Kaeya knows he’s angry about something.

Kaeya can't help but feel it's because he did kinda go off on his own without really warning Wrio.

They get into it a little bit, and the argument gets a bit heated.

In his defense, he could have handled himself very well, and it was unusual for the robots to get corrupted like that in the first place.

“The kids were with the twins today, and it was the perfect time to go without having to worry about them getting into danger or blowing up the ruins” and “Hey, you were in the fortress, how did you know?”

Wrio is so quiet until he mentions he had a bad feeling after getting briefed that someone had corrupted a bunch of robots (because of course, Wrio would be sent after the criminal).

“When I saw the kids without you, then the note… I knew you were in the area with the robots and… *Wrio closes his eyes for a moment, trying to force the words out* when I found you, you looked as if you were already halfway to death’s door.”

And oh wow Kaeya didn’t think he was injured that badly.

Wrio tells him he’s seen the aftermath of people recklessly getting hurt (or dying) by doing something stupid, and he doesn’t want to see Klee go through that.

And ouch, does Kaeya feel bad.

They talk it out and Lynette comes by to make sure Kaeya is okay while Lyney is keeping the kids occupied.

They cover the bandages with one of Kaeya’s shirts before Lynette brings the kids around to see him, Klee glumly saying she’s sad because she can’t draw on his face while he’s awake.

Kaeya is forced to bed rest by Wrio until he's fully healed under the pretense that “he just needs a lot of sleep.”

Living rent-free in my mind, let me know if you want the full fic

This is just an outline, imagine what a full fleshed 20k fic would look like (you should see the Kaithem and Cynari outlines I have…)

I’ll type it up for whoever wants it :’

#Ice Bridge #Wriya #genshin impact #wriothesley #genshin kaeya #fontaine #kaeya #genshin #genshin impact headcanons #genshin wriothesley #kaeya alberich #klee #freminet #angst #ouch didn't mean to get that angsty #my hand slipped #but wrio deals with the aftermath of reckless people's actions and sometimes that means kids become orphans #and he's attatched to klee now so he doesn’t want to see her go through that #and the fontaine siblings would be loosing another person they trust #kaeya def is the type to hide his wounds or deal with it on his own #kaeya angst #wriothesley angst

[stormkobra-5]

Could we please get 4 and 7 with Marc Spector. 🥺 👉🏽👈🏽

Prompt: 4) our muses have a very strong bond, but haven’t admitted to romantic feelings and one of them just comes and cuddles up to the other for comfort and 7) our muses shower together after something traumatic for comfort and emotional intimacy, bonus points if they aren’t even together romantically yet + Marc Spector

Rating/Warnings: 18+ reader is a mercenary, Marc to the rescue, reader is scared and so is he, they’ve been friends since they were kids and are mutually pining idiots (affectionate), reader is ok, love confession, non-sexual nudity, showering together, blood and gore, description of injury, Marc gets violent to protect reader

Gif credit: @nowritingonthewall

“Y/N!” Marc’s roar of your name, a combination of fury and terror, seems louder than anything else to your ears as you collapse to the ground, dazed. The stab wound to your thigh had left your balance uncoordinated, allowing your enemy to crack you hard over the back of your head so hard that you seen stars. The ground raced up to meet you, and you landed on your injured side. The world became a muffled haze as you tried to compose yourself, seeing out of your blurry peripheral Marc, fully suited, annihilate the remaining members of the squad that had ambushed you in a blind fit of rage. He broke limbs, crushed skulls, and even disemboweled with his crescent darts.

Because they’d hurt you.

You’d known Marc since you were children, the only one he’d ever felt safe with. He’d told you about his DID, about Khonshu, and you’d even met Steven. There was a connection between the two of you that left you nearly inseparable, and even when you had been separated, you always found a means to contact each other, even if infrequently. Your feelings might be stronger than that… but neither of you would ever say a word about it, too concerned with ruining what you have. A lifetime of memories, tossed away because of emotions that might not be returned? Neither of you would dare to tread those waters.

When the fighting was over, you heard Marc running up to you, felt him skid on his knees and worriedly touch you as if scared you’d already gone cold and stiff with death. “Y/N?! Baby?! Talk to me, sweetheart, please—“

“Ow.”

“Oh thank god,” Marc breathed out as he rolled you over. You’d never heard him sound so... broken. So afraid. It shattered your heart to hear him so worried.

White-hot pain shot like a lightning bolt up your side as Marc leaned down to scoop you into his arms and pull you to his chest. “Just hang in there, sweetheart.” Despite the current turn of events, you smiled softly. His nicknames had always warmed your heart; you just wished that he would say them in the way you wanted him to mean.

Marc flew— quite literally— to his and Steven’s flat. It was safer than yours, he claimed. Which was bullshit, when you’d based your defenses on what he himself had taught you. Gently, he laid you on the bed. “My knight in shining armor,” You joked in a whisper of a voice.

“Your knight in bloodstained mummy wrap,” Marc corrected with an unamused grunt; he still hadn’t removed his mask, so his glowing silver eyes shone like cold fire as they bore into yours.

“Okay but, still a knight,” You pointed out tiredly. His gloved hand came up to cradle your face— he was shaking.

“Don’t fall asleep,” Marc ordered, “Please. Keep your eyes open for me, babygirl.”

“I’ll try,” Came your weak reply.

Marc’s suit disappeared as he rushed into the bathroom, hurrying out with the first aid kit he kept stored away. Immediately, he gently stripped you down to your underwear, searching for further wounds; he only needed to clean, stitch, and bandage your leg and scalp, however. The injuries weren’t as grievous as he’d believed them to be, but still bad.

He sat on the edge of the bed, holding your hand tightly. “I want you to stay here with me for the night, okay? Maybe even the next couple of days. Just to make sure you’re healing up right.”

“You’ve got it, doc.” You tried to sound nonchalant despite the pain you were in. You knew that Marc inevitably blamed himself, like he always did. You knew his mind was currently a tornado of self-hatred and worry, replaying you falling limp over and over. You needed to sound lighthearted, for him.

Your brow lifted to your hairline in surprise when Marc suddenly crawled forward on the bed. He ignored your blush and his own when he climbed on top of you, and very gently laid down, caging you protectively underneath him with his head on your chest, over your heart.

“Sorry,” He breathed when he felt your tense muscles, “I just—“

“It’s okay,” you said. It was the first time he’d done anything more than hug you in your whole life. Marc Spector doesn’t cuddle. If you sleep beside him, he keeps to his own side of the bed. If it’s cold, he gives you his jacket. Aside from a hug, Marc’s never been this close to you. Close enough to lay his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat, arms encircling your torso and legs quite nearly tangling with yours. “...Are you okay?”

Marc hesitated. “...No.” He didn’t let you ask what was wrong. One thing about you and Marc’s bond is that he’s always told you everything. He never hid anything from you. You were an exception, to everything in life. The only exception. His hold tightened on you. “...You’re not supposed to go down.”

Your hands found his back, massaging his shoulder blades. “Yeah, well… what can I say? I lost my footing.”

“I’m serious, Y/N,” Marc said, lifting his head to look at you. He rested his chin on your collarbone, his dark eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I don’t wanna bring you on anymore missions with me. You’ll only get hurt, and…” His eyes seemed to close of their own accord, squeezing shut in an attempt to stem the flood of tears. His voice was so soft, so broken. “I-I can’t… You’re all I…”

“Marc,” You interrupted softly, threading your fingers through his curls. “Shhh…” Marc scooted further up your body, careful of your wounds, to press his face into the crook of your neck. The contact of his lips and strong nose buried against your skin made you shiver. “Be with me, Marc. I’m here. I’m right here.”

It wasn’t often that he cried. But when he did, it was like floodgates had opened, because he bottled in so much of his emotions that a trickle led to a busted wall that allowed valleys to flood.

The next morning, you were feeling much better, albeit your sore muscles were stiff. Judging by the way Marc groaned when he lifted his neck, he wasn’t all too spry today, either. “Ugh,” Marc grumbled, back to himself and wrinkling his nose, “We need to shower.”

“Wanna just do it together?” Your sleepy offer made his eyebrow jerk up. You shrugged as best as you could in the situation. “Look. You’re comfy, ok? And I’m probably gonna need help anyway. It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before.”

Marc relented with a grunt, carefully rolling off of you before helping your aching form to the bathroom, where he changed your bandages as the water warmed up. He sat you on the toilet, kneeling in front of you and just in his boxers— seemingly to make up for the fact that you were in just your underwear still. As he peeled off the brown-stained wraps, his dark gaze lingered on the sharp edges of your wound, thumb caressing the unharmed skin beside it. You saw regret flickering in his eyes and poked at him. “Hey. Nope. None of that.”

Marc didn’t have to say anything. When his eyes lifted to meet yours… You felt something. So did he. His face held an intensity which you’ve never seen before on him— a different kind of strength. Warmth, perhaps. Serenity. A bit of worry. You stared back with an emotion to equal his: longing. Yearning. Hope.

“Baby…” Marc whispered, and your heart fluttered painfully against your ribcage. It was the first time he’d called you that. He kept his voice low, like if he spoke too loudly he’d shatter the moment. “...Do you want this? Us?”

Tears sprang to your eyes. You couldn’t help it; this was a surreal moment. One you never expected that you might have with the man you’ve been in love with for a very, very long time. “Oh, Marc…” You choked out, taking his face in your hands. He leaned into your touch. “I’ve always wanted this. I just never… Never said anything… I thought…”

“I know,” He finished for you, his hands coming up to hold your wrists gently, lovingly. “...I know.”

Marc’s coffee eyes trailed over your face. A face he’d seen a thousand times and memorized every detail of. Every little mark and feature designated specifically for the woman he’d always thought of as his. He tilted his chin up, rolling forward on his knees. You reciprocated, inching downward. Your lips met in a fiery collision long-awaited, a meeting of love and passion and longing clashing in an explosion of adoration. Mouths melding together in a slow dance, Marc held you close, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. You barely pulled away for air, refusing to let go of each other even under the hot stream of the shower, stealing passionate kisses as you washed away dirt and blood and bad memories.

Still exhausted as you were, Marc laid you down on the bed and helped you dry, and dress, pulling on a pair of boxers and sweatpants once you were in your pajamas. When he returned with enough water and food to last so that you wouldn’t have to get out of bed for the day, he gently laid down beside you before curling up around you, shielding you and keeping you warm. “...I love you.”

Those were not words that Marc spoke lightly. In fact, you’re sure he’s never said them at all. But almost losing you, the one he loves... he thinks that if he doesn’t say it now, he might never get to. You and him are only targets, after all.

The smile on your face prompts one of his own, one that’s bright enough for a whole galaxy. He swore your light drove all the shadows clawing at his mind away, but your words were like beaming daylight, bathing him in a warmth he’d never known. “I love you too, Marc.”

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