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ditzybuzzy · 1 year

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Too Close

Resident Evil HUNK x GN Reader

Warnings: blood|angst

A/N: Yes, I know I do a lot of injured reader, but it's all I can think about.

You grew to become more nervous around the security service operator now that your feelings for him became overwhelming.

Hunk was quite the opposite from you, dark and deadly. Known for bringing death to those whom he worked with. You, however, were seen as the definition of light, what it meant to be loved. You always came off so sweet and bubbly to those around you, people would never have thought of you having a crush on the deadly Mr. Death.

You found yourself always having an itch to touch him whenever he was around you. At times, your hand would ghost over his arm or hand, deciding it was best to keep your space. Your stomach would turn when he was near, never knowing if his eyes laid on you due to the mask. He clouded your thoughts constantly, just wondering what the secretive man's love would feel like.

You were just completely and utterly in love.

You had no clue he even knew.

Hunk wasn't dumb. He picked up on your little gestures. He just didn't believe it at first. Yes, you were kind and caring to anyone who you came in contact with, but he could tell the difference when it was towards him. The way you would smile at him. The way you would shy away randomly or how you constantly made sure he was okay and would practically do anything for him.

He, the Grimreaper, knew of your feelings but wasn't sure if he could quite meet you in the middle.

He was cold and ruthless. He had to be. He cared for you, the first person who made him feel like he could maybe feel something.

But he couldn't.

He couldn't let you get close to him for he knew you might get hurt.

So he pushed you back until he finally felt safe with himself. But that's not how it works, he can't chase away your sweet smiles and gentle touches. He couldn't forget the sweet things you would say to him. He couldn't erase you from his mind, so he gave up trying to push away the feelings for he grew too tired to. He couldn't help the feeling of wanting to be situated at your side, being your protector from the hideous world and what Umbrella made it.

So here you were, meeting again in pain. You always thought you were stronger than you were. He cursed you for this. That's why you were now bleeding onto the Operators hands, your jacket shredded, exposing your soft torn skin. You had been issued to be with another squad other than Hunks. Of course, the only time you weren't with him, you nearly die.

Hunk had unknowingly followed the squad you were to be with after his mission was completed. You hadn't been apart from him before, so of course, he had a bad feeling about you going off with another team. He knew no one else would keep you close like he did or make sure you came out unharmed. He knew everyone else would most likely punt you to the side and have you fend for yourself. And now here you were, suffering in his hands because you hadn't been under his watch.

He wasn't there to protect you.

Now, here you were, alone together while he tried keeping his shit together. Hating the fact that he let you get sorted with someone else, he knew better. He promised himself that he would find the other teammate who had left you and tear out his damn throat. The last thing he wanted was for anything to happen to you. He hated the thought of losing you because of Umbrella. He didn't want you to be forced into the life they'd offered you.

He knew he could handle Umbrella and everything they threw at him, but you? The girl who had been nothing but kind and loving towards him since the day they met? He knew he was weak. But he couldn't do much without hurting you. And that scared the hell out of him.

"Hunk?" A voice cut through the silence that had fallen between the two of you. You were holding your stomach, blood dripping from your arms down to the ground. Tears streamed down your cheeks, the wounds stinging painfully. His hands noticeably shook as he placed his gun down in front of him, his fingers coming down to cradle your head from the concrete. Hunk mumbled curses under his breath that you couldn't make out due to his gas mask.

"Stay awake," he ordered. You could hear him breathing heavily. Hunk took in a sharp breath before pulling his gloves off, tossing them to the side before removing his mask and clipping it to his uniform. You could see his face now, and your heart ached at the sight. He looked so tired, like a weight had been put on his shoulders that he couldn't lift.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. He shook his head quickly, running his hands through his hair. "No... No... I should have been watching you."

"Please don't be upset..."

"Don't you dare apologize," Hunk snapped. You winced slightly, wondering what was causing such a reaction. Hunk took a few deep breaths to calm himself. You could see his pale hands and how they were slightly shaking as they gripped your arms. He seemed to be having trouble controlling himself.

"I know it's my fault... I've failed you... And now you're bleeding all over me! Fuck Y/N..."

"I'll be fine-"

Hunk didn't let you finish, cutting you off by pressing your mouth shut with his own. His hand that was craddling your head lifted your face to get closer. You stiffened at first, unsure of where the sudden burst of emotion came from. It was quick, but it left you stunned, unable to form any words. Why would he kiss you?

He pulled away first, looking down at you almost apologetically. You blinked a couple of times, trying to understand what just happened. Your face felt overwhelmingly hot. At least it took your attention off of the stabbing pain in your sides.

Was this really Hunk in front of you? The man you secretivly loved? You could see it now, the way his eyes were glossed over.. with tears? You couldn't say. Did the Grimreaper cry for anyone or feel sadness for others?

Deep bags hung below his eyes. The man looked as if he hadn't slept for days. His lips were chapped, a noticeable scar crossing over the edge of his bottom lip. The lids of his eyes fell heavy, looking as if he could pass out at any moment. He didn't look like a Grim Reaper anymore. He looked broken... possibly scared.

Hunk pulled back, taking no time to grab you up into his arms, being as careful as he could in a hurry. "Come on, we gotta get out of here." Hunk muttered, carrying you off into the darkness, making a run for it.

Your head felt clouded, and your vision fuzzy. You felt worse with every passing second. Oh, how badly you wanted to close your eyes and drift off. You rested your head against the man, enjoying the warmth coming from his body heat. Hunk carried you as fast as he could, stumbling and panting with every step you both took but kept going, hoping to god you would come out of this alive. Hunk couldn't lose you, not now. Not ever. He refused to have the one person who cared for him die because of him.

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"If I was drowning, you would part the sea

And risk your own life to rescue me . . ."

- Jamie McGuire

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