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captaincvans · 1 month

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Love Letter (Wonwoo x Reader)

Pairing: Wonwoo x Fem!reader

Summary: Y/N finds herself feeling like her gift for Wonwoo's birthday was far from good enough when she saw what Carats and other members got him.

Warnings: Mention of IV drips, fainting, and hospitals.

Word Count: 3330+

Author’s Note: Just a small piece of Wonwoo fic that was floating in my head for a while. I finally had the time to finish it. Comments/reblogs feeds a writer's soul! Enjoy~

She watched from the corner of the couch at the rambunctious boys, her heart warming at the thought that Wonwoo has such precious friendships in his life. He finally picked up her gift, having gone through most of them and seeing as how hers was the first one set on the table. Seungkwan passed him the big box first, and she was excited to see his reaction. She worked over time for the last few months in order to be able to afford the gift, but the effort was worth it, in her opinion.

The boys hollered at the sight of the shiny Apple box, and Mingyu shouted. “Wait- wait- which one of you forgot that Carats already gave him a personalized Airpods Max?” Most of the boys shook her head, but she didn’t have it in her to tell them. Nobody put their names on the gifts so no one could tell who the gift was from. Her heart sank as Seungcheol took the box and set it aside, still thinking it was from one of the boys. In doing so, she watched her smaller gift fall on the carpet, underneath the copious amount of wrapping paper and tissue paper on the floor.

“Don’t use that one- use the one you got from our precious fans,” he said, laughing. She admired their loyalty to their fans, but found her heart still sinking when Wonwoo nodded. She worked hard for the gift, and seeing it get tossed aside felt like her efforts were also being tossed aside. She knew Wonwoo still appreciated the gift as he was never the type to take what he’s given for granted, but a part of her wished she had given him his gift privately instead. Y/N noticed Mingyu pulling out his phone, telling the boys that he was going to start a live on Instagram. She took this time to slink back to the kitchen to start cleaning up. Her relationship with Wonwoo was known to the fans, but she still wanted to respect the responsibility that comes with his job. If she were to do anything wrong, it would reflect poorly on him, so in order to avoid that she tried to live as quietly as she could.

Y/N heard her boyfriend’s speech to their fans, thanking them for their support. She cleared up the mess of having to host 13 boys in the kitchen, and made her way back to the living room once she heard they were done their livestream.

“Y/N, we’re going to go out for drinks, wanna come?” Seungkwan asked, motioning for her to join their group. He gave her a side hug before pulling her to sit beside Wonwoo, Dokyeom standing to make space for her.

She looked at the mess in the living room, and shook her head. “I think I’ll just stay and clean up. You guys have fun!”

“Are you sure?” Wonwoo asked quietly beside her, not wanting to pressure her.

“Yea. Go have fun with the boys.” She gave a short peck to his cheek, rolling her eyes at the hollering going on around her. As they all headed out, they each gave her a short hug, thanking her for hosting them. Y/N picked up her gift from the floor, looking at the designer items the boys had gifted her boyfriend. She knew that he wasn’t materialistic, and would’ve loved anything they had given him, but she couldn’t help but feel like she was lacking in her ability to spoil him. She had worked a lot of overtime hours in the last few months, having to go to the doctors for IV drops a couple of times because she was so exhausted. Luckily, Wonwoo was also busy with promotions, but it made her feel even emptier when everything was said and done. She sighed, placing the small box back on the couch and cleaning up the living room. The smaller box had contained a heartfelt card, an old MP3 player with a customized playlist she had created to represent her love for him, along with a Spotify code as she knew he would want it on his phone as well. While she was going around cleaning, she hadn’t realized the box slipping between the cushion of the couch.

The next few days were busy as she decided to continue working overtime since Wonwoo was busy anyways. She felt like their relationship was barely hanging on the last few months because of his busy schedule, and the fact that she was working more than ever before in order to be able to afford his gift and hosting the get-together with his team. Woozi and Seungcheol had offered to help her pay for the party, but she didn’t feel right about it. She wanted to spoil them, and she didn’t want them to think that she was taking advantage of their finances like that.

Wonwoo came home late at night after recording some b-side tracks for their repackaged album. He couldn’t even bother making it to his bedroom so he decided to crash on the couch. Once his body landed on the usually soft cushion, he immediately noticed a firm item in between the pillows. He dug around, finding a small box he remembered seeing at his birthday party a week ago. He opened the box, seeing the letter slipped out.

To my WON and only, Happy Birthday!! Please excuse my crappy handwriting, but I wanted to write down how much I love you and how much I love us. Two years ago we met each other, and my life would never be the same since. I am so thankful for another year to be by your side and I want you to know that no matter what I want to always be with you. My heart is so full of love, and yet I can’t express them with words so I hope you will feel all my love in the songs I’ve put in this mixtape. Always yours ❤️

Just as he was about to play her playlist, his phone buzzed. It was Woozi apologizing and asking him to come back to the studio. He sighed tiredly, pressing the palm of his hands against his eyes. It was times like this that he missed Y/N’s touch, and how she’s always been able to relieve his stress with just a simple hug. He missed her so much. He opened the last message from her. It was her telling him about finishing work and going to the mall, and showing him what she had bought. It was the little, mundane things that Wonwoo appreciated in their relationship. Since they found it hard to meet up sometimes, she made it a point to send little updates about her day, and he would do the same. As he was reading through her messages, and the commentary on her video haul that she sent him, he noticed the time she had sent the message of leaving work. His eyebrows furrowed as she usually leaves work around 6 to 6:30, but the timestamp had read her messaging him closer to 8pm. He scrolled back through their messages, easily finding her little messages after work and they were all late. It wasn’t as if her morning messages came later either, they were all at the same early 6am as they had always been. His thoughts were interrupted, when Woozi sent another message asking if he was coming. Wonwoo confirmed that he was, and made his way back to the studio while thinking about what would keep his girlfriend late at work. She hadn’t mentioned any big projects or anything that could keep her longer, but perhaps she just forgot to tell him. He sent her a few text to ease his mind, maybe it wasn’t as a big deal as he had in his mind.

Goodnight, baby I just got home from the studio, but Woozi asked me to come back to record more. I’m so tired and I miss you so much I noticed that you’ve been getting off work later than usual? Is everything alright?

He pocketed the MP3 player, and went back to the studio where he crashed for a few hours after recording. It was a little before noon when Wonwoo woke up, opening his eyes to an uneasy-looking Dino, and he suddenly he was on alert.

“Hyung-”

“Dino? What’s wrong?”

“We charged your phone when you were sleeping because it was dead, and when we turned it on it wouldn't stop buzzing.”

Wonwoo felt his heart plummeting and beating miles per hour, he nodded in thanks and quickly took his phone from Dino’s outstretched hand. He realized a few more members were there, and they had halted the recording. It was easy to see why they were panicking, usually if it was an emergency amongst the members, there would be at least a few more members who would know, but this seemed like a personal matter. He unlocked his phone, seeing 10+ phone calls, and 30+ messages from Eunji- Y/N’s best friend. He skimmed through messages, bile rising from his throat when he saw the words

‘Fainted… hospital… overworked…’

He got up quickly, catching the eye of all his members.

“What? What is it?” Seungcheol asked worriedly.

“Y/N’s in the hospital,” he said before rushing out.

“Wonwoo!” Seungcheol called. “You’re in no state to drive. I’ll drive you.”

Wonwoo nodded in appreciation, knowing that it was faster to get a ride from his members than wait for his manager. The ride to the hospital was tense, and Wonwoo was able to call Eunji back.

“Eunji- how is she?” he asked once he heard her pick up.

“She’s fine now,” she said with a small sigh. “They gave her some fluids, and they’re just looking over her now. Where were you, Wonwoo?”

“I’m so sorry. I was recording all night, and fell asleep.” He stopped when she spoke again.

“Right. I guess it can’t be helped.” Wonwoo always appreciated Y/N and Eunji’s ability to not linger on things beyond their control, seeming always focused on fixing the problem. “Did you like her gift?”

“Gift?”

“Yea- your birthday was last week, right?” When he didn’t respond she continued. “Y/N told me a few months ago that she was planning a birthday party for you and your team. She wanted to spoil you guys, and tried going all out- even buying you the Airpods Max. I’m guessing that’s why she’s here.”

“What?” Wonwoo was still trying to process everything, and the anxiety of Y/N being in the hospital wasn’t helping him see the bigger picture. He needed Eunji to spell it out for him.

“She worked overtime for the last few months to be able to afford your gift and the party. I mean she wasn’t broke by any means, but throwing a party for 13 guys can get pretty expensive. I think some of your members offered to split the cost, but she was worried that they would see her as someone too focused on money.”

Seungcheol’s eyes widened at her revelation of what she went through that day. He remembered the comment Mingyu made about the Airpods, and how he had carelessly tossed it aside. He felt so guilty for not even considering the effort she put in that day. In a way the idol life had spoiled him as staff members were usually the one preparing their birthday events. He didn’t know how much they cost but he could imagine it was more than Y/N would’ve spent on herself. He wasn’t blind to the amount of effort she put in, rivaling the decorations that a team of staff would prepare for their birthday streams.

“I didn’t know,” Wonwoo said quietly. “She never told me.”

“That’s our stubborn Y/N. She probably didn’t want to make anyone feel bad. Knowing her, she was probably overworking both at work and trying to make the party happen that she stopped taking care of herself. I would’ve thought she would stop doing overtime after the party though.”

“I’m at the hospital now.” He turned to his leader. “Cheol-”

“Go. Text us if you need anything. We can come by-” he paused. “If she wants us there.” He felt guilty about that day, thinking about how hurt she might have been.

“Thanks.” Wonwoo got to the room Eunji texted him, taking a deep breath before slowly opening the door. Eunji was sitting beside the empty bed, scrolling through her phone. “Where is she?” he asked, suddenly on alert again.

“They took her for some more testing,” she told him, motioning for him to sit at the chair across from her.

He shook his head, looking around the room, his need to see her making him restless.

“I’m glad you’re here now. I know you don’t like to push her to talk, but she’s more like you than you think, Wonwoo.” Before she could say more, Y/N was wheelchaired in with her nurse. Her eyes widened when she saw Wonwoo, and she was about to reach for him when the nurse had gently helped her back on the bed.

“Your tests are all done,” he informed her. “The doctor will be in shortly to discharge you.”

“I have to take my leave now,” Eunji said as the nurse left them alone. “But call me if you need anything, alright?” She turned to both of them before picking up her bag, offering a supportive smile before taking her leave.

“Y/N…” Wonwoo started, his voice cracking with how emotional he was feeling. “What happened?” Despite Eunji telling him the story, he wanted to hear it from her mouth.

“I worked a little too hard, and fainted- kinda hit my head a bit so that’s why the doctors are doing all these test,” she answered him in a light tone. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Hmm.” He took the chair Eunji was sitting on, and brought it closer to her bed. “Why were you working so hard? I saw you’ve been working overtime.”

Her eyes immediately shifted to her lap. “You’ve been busy so I wanted to keep my mind off missing you.”

He knew she was telling the truth, but not the whole truth. “It has nothing to do with this?” he asked, pulling out the MP3 player from his pocket.

Y/N gasped, thinking she had brought it home with her instead of leaving it at Wonwoo’s couch.

“I read your letter. You got me the Airpods and made me a playlist- even putting it on this MP3 player you knew I would like. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t know Carats had already gotten you one…” she trailed off. “And I didn’t want to ruin the mood or make anyone feel bad.”

He was about to put a hand on her head, but stopped when he remembered she hit her head. Instead, he stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. “I love it. I love you. You could’ve given me a plastic bag, and I would’ve loved it.”

She chuckled at his words, shaking her head. “I was thinking…”

“Hm?”

“Maybe we could give the Airpods to your father? That way you can use the one Carats gave you, and father will be happy with the new Airpods?”

Wonwoo melted at her thoughtfulness, reminding him one of the many reasons he loves her. She made it a point to welcome his family with such open arms, including his team. “You don’t want it for yourself?” he asked, knowing she had always wanted similar headphones.

She shook her head. “I think father would appreciate it more.”

“Alright. You can give it to him next time we visit.” He took her hand, placing it against his lips as he gazed at her face. “I don’t want you to be working overtime to buy me anything anymore, okay?”

“That’s not fair,” she argued, taking her hand back. “You-”

“I don’t care about money or materialistic things. I care about you- please? Can we do the handmade gifts from now on or something?”

She thought about it for a bit, pondering on his suggestion. “You’ll only give me handmade things too?”

He nodded.

“Deal,” she agreed, breaking into a grin. “You realize that’s gonna be harder for you, right?”

“Nah,” he shook his head. “There’s nothing hard about spoiling the person I love the most.”

“You’re so cheesy,” she said between laughter.

His phone buzzed, and he checked it was Seungcheol who texted him. “Seungcheol just texted. The members were really worried.”

“About me?”

“Mm.” He responded that she was alright now. “They wanted to know if you would like to see them?”

“She nodded. “Today? Okay- maybe we can go bring food to them if they’re practicing?”

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “We’re not doing anything. You’re coming home with me, and they’ll visit us there, okay?”

“I’m sure they don’t want to miss their practice.”

He shook his head, stopping her. “Y/N, my team is my family.”

She nodded, not knowing where he was going with this.

“And you’re now family so they’re your family too.”

Before she could say anything, the doctor knocked on the door with a clipboard. He gave her the clear to go home, and Wonwoo called a taxi for them to take to his home. As they settled in to his home, Y/N gave Wonwoo the go-ahead to have the members over to visit.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Mingyu said, his face full of anguish. Seungcheol stood beside him, head lowered as if expecting to be scolded.

She shook her head, putting a hand on each of the boys’ arms. “Don’t worry- you guys have nothing to apologize for.”

“We didn’t mean to-”

“I know, I know.” She gave them both a hug. “It’s nothing, really.”

Wonwoo gently pulled her to his side, leading her to sit down on the couch as if the few seconds of standing would be too tiresome for her. She sat in the center of the thirteen boys, feeling like she was finally a part of their little family they created for themselves. When the door rang for the food to arrive, Y/N was the first to get up, but before she could even move, Wonwoo had already gotten up and made sure she stayed put while the other members jumped up to get the door. In the end, Seungcheol and Mingyu had gotten the food, and set it on the table.

“Thank you for the food, Woo,” Soonyoung said, the other members following in sharing the gratitude.

He waved it off, knowing it wasn’t the first nor the last time he would treat his members. Being older than most of them, he felt a sense of responsibility in making sure they were treated well, and felt like he would be taking advantage of them if he didn’t cover their expenses from time to time.

He took the bowl that was meant for Y/N, unpacking it and adding her preferred toppings. “Thanks, Woo,” Y/N repeated, taking the outstretched plate from his hands. He leaned over to get a side dish to put on her plate, and Y/N took the opportunity to give him a quick peck on his cheek.

“Ehh! You guys are too sickeningly cute,” Seungkwan said, giving them a side eye.

“Don’t be rude! I think they’re cute.” Dokyum scolded.

Wonwoo prepared her food first, giving her the bowl before getting his own bowl. Minghao was on her right, and took some of the side dish in front of him, and placed it on her bowl.

“Thanks Hao,” she smiled. This time she wasn’t watching the 13 boys from the corner of the couch, feeling like an outsider, but instead she finally felt like a part of their found family.

#wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo #wonu #svt x reader #svt imagines #seventeen #svt fanfic #wonwoo x you #wonwoo imagines #josephine writes

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sgntr · 2 months

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Adventure 12 - Deliver more than just a gift

When I came back from my overseas trip, I bought some gifts for my friends. I went to deliver it to one of my friend's house. Turns out, he was not home but his wife (Nat) as home.

I sort of know the wife too as we were all friends before they got together. When I showed up at the door, Nat was slightly surprised. She invited me into her house to have a seat.

I remember always fantasising about banging her way before they got together. Her tight slim body being used as my fuck toy. My dick slapping her B cup tits (yes i went to sneakily see it cuz im a creep). My cum dripping down her face after I am done with her. Almost everything you can imagine.

So her being in fbt and tank top not wearing a bra got me hard instantly. Even thought she was married to my friend, I could not help but think about it. And this being the first time we were alone together did not make it easier.

We were at the dining table just chatting. Tbh I was not really paying attention. All I was doing was trying to not get caught looking at her cleavage.

Nat then kindly passed me some food and accidentally dropped it on the floor. I quickly got some tissue to help clean the floor under the table.

When I got under the table, her legs were open with her hand pulling her pants aside showing she was not wearing any panties.

"How much hints do I need to give you?"

I was slightly confused, though I know where this is going.

"I have been dropping hints for so long! I dont wanna sound desperate but can we just fuck"

"You're married! If [redacted] finds out, he will kill me!!"

"He won't find out! and you can do it with that milf at work, why not me? We know each other way longer"

"errr..." I was lost for words.

"Besides, [redacted] always works late. when he comes home he always say he is tired. I haven't had dick in so long!!"

"errr..."

She walked over to my side of the table and held my hand and placed it on her pussy. I could feel it already slightly damp. Her other hand was on my cock which was getting even harder by the second. She leaned in and whispered "He won't find out".

With that, I was sold.

I stood up and walked over to the sofa area. She stood at the dining table, a little confused.

"Well, if you really want it, crawl over and get it"

She grinned, got on her knees and crawled over. Once she was under me, she pulled down my shorts and my dick sprang out.

"Damnnn, you weren't lying about your length huh"

She pulled back the foreskin and started sucking on my dick. Her hands fondled my balls as her saliva started leaking down my shaft. She was like a pro, scooping up the saliva to coat my dick and not wasting a single drop.

Her head looked up as she continued to stroke my dick. She looked me in the eye and saliva still dripping out of her mouth onto my dick as she strokes.

She then got up, turned around and bent over. She then pulled her shorts aside to reveal her dripping wet pussy. Using her fingers, she split her pussy lips open with her other hand playing with her clit.

"I want you in me daddy. fill me with your shaft."

I did as told. I stood up, her pussy was at the perfect height for me, took aim and thrusted in. She let out a muffled scream as it was late at night. Her pussy was so tight I may have stretched it. My hands grasp on her ass and pulled her pussy in and out, using her as a fuck toy just how I imagined years back. Her hand went between her legs and fondled my balls as I continued fucking her.

I pulled up one side of her shorts and started spanking her ass as I continued fucking her raw. Soon, her ass was bright red with my hand print on it.

"Hope he doesn't come back now. because i am not gonna stop even if that door opens"

"Fk it... just.. keep.. going.. thats what.. he gets.. for... ughhh"

I reached over to pull her head up by her hair and continued thrusting into her. My other hand reached around and squeezed her tits. Boobs that Ive been wanting to squeeze for so long. Her tight pussy made it harder to hold my cum in. A few moments later, I knew I was about to cum but did not want to cum inside her so I pulled out.

I sat back down on the sofa and Nat was back on her knees.

"Use your tits and make me cum"

"Yes master"

She pulled her tank top up slightly and slid my dick in from the bottom and my dick head emerged in between her cleavage. Using her tight tank top to hold her boobs together, she bounced up and down with one hand fondling my balls and the other playing with her pussy.

All this was happening while her eyes were locked on mine. Saliva was still slowly dripping down on my dick to lubricate it.

"Shoot your cum on me daddy. I know you want it. I want your whole load on dripping down my face. You want to punish this naughty nat for cheating on her husband. Mark me with your cum and make me the slut I truly am."

I could not hold it in any longer. Those words were just pressing all the right buttons and without warning, I shot my load up to her face as she looked down with her mouth open trying to catch my load in her mouth.

I sat there completely exhausted. And when I looked up, there it was, the final piece of the puzzle. Nat's face was dripping with my cum. My dick was still between her tits. It was a sight to behold. I wanted to take a pic so bad but my phone was too far away.

She stood up and went to get some tissues to clean her face. I pulled up my pants and sat there to rest. We chilled for awhile after that and the stains all over her clothes got me hard again.

The door sounded and I panicked.

"Go inside and change!!!"

"Don't worry.. he wont even notice. watch"

Nat cheerfully went to the door and greet him as he walked in. They hugged and he immediately went "I am so tired today, gonna go shower and sleep".

As he walked past me he then said "oh hey bro, let's catch up soon ya. thanks for the gift!" and went straight to his room.

"Its late, time for me to get going!"

Nat sent me off at the door and I went home.

TBC

For context she wore the cum stained clothes to sleep beside her husband.

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kristlewrites · 6 months

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"Limitless"

CW: Oral (F!receiving), nicknames (my girl,baby,mamas), smut, established relationship, unprotected sex

PAIRING: Toji x Blk!FemReader

WC: 1.3k

🫧🗯️: omg...sorry guys it took me so long to put this out, it literally been week since my last fic. I appreciate all the support ive received over my hiatus and you guys enjoy this as well!! Its not proof read since ive been in such a rush to publish this...

MINORS DNI

It was Saturday night. You had just come back from a long shift at the hospital. Slipping off your crocs, you quickly remove your scrubs and lay them on the dining table. You hurry to the bathroom, peeling away all your undergarments and turning up the water. You enter swiftly going straight in and wasting no time scrubbing your body up and down making sure you get all the corners. Stepping out of the shower leaving a little trail of water everywhere you go, you dry your body and moisturize. Putting on your nightgown you finally rest down on your bed, feeling ten times more exhausted than before.

Opening your phone you see you have received a test from your boyfriend. Fighting the urge to sleep, you read it.

‘Roof is leaking. Again .’

‘I'm coming over’

‘How was work?’

You sigh, Tojis house always had something going on. You always offered him to stay over or even move in but he always declined the offer. Maybe it was because he was too proud or maybe he didn't want to be a burden on you, but you always appreciate it when he's here. So that's why you were super excited when he said he was coming over, but that smile faded a little bit when you heard a knock on your door. ‘How'd he get here so fast?' You thought to yourself while removing your covers. You stroll towards the living room going straight for the door. Your little black cat scratching her back against the door. "Watch out baby” you whisper, grabbing your small cat and placing her down away from the door.

Opening the door you are greeted by a 6ft tall man, drenched and with a small bag on his shoulder.

“What happened?”

“I told you, my roof had a leak.” Toji replied a little

“A leak?" You said raising your voice a little “Hello you're soaked, hurry come in”

You say gesturing to him to enter your apartment and him leaving a little trail of water on the floor boards. You make a note to clean it up later. He goes to your bathroom and gets cleaned up. Meanwhile you clean around your apartment, fatigue still plaguing you, you decide to take a rest on the couch until he's done.

You feel a light tap on your shoulder startling you awake. Your eyes focus on the tall man hovering over your face, water droplets drop down on your forehead, you look up and see that Tojis hair still hasn't dried yet. “How long have I been asleep?” You mutter looking around for your phone. “Sit down” you order Toji, grabbing the towel off his shoulder offering to dry his hair. He sits down beneath you on the carpet, grabbing the remote and turning on criminal minds. (litcherally my fave show lmao)

While you are drying his hair you guys talk about your days and recent events taking this time to catch up. Toji looks up at you with a little smile sneaking up his face. You remove his hair from his forehead and affectionately give him a small peck on his forehead. He laughs lightly at your gesture. You feel a sharp pang in your stomach. You think back and realize that you haven't eaten since your lunch break at 5pm?!! “Are u hungry?” You ask Toji, bending your neck so he can see you properly.

“Mm” he thinks “yea” he confirms with a devilish glare on his face. You didn't think anything of it until he turned and geared straight towards your pussy. Shocked, you smash your palm onto his face before he gets to do anything else.

“I asked you if you were hungry..” you say

“I am” He pouts a little, you can feel his frown through your palm.

“Well, not for food clearly” You say rolling your eyes

“Baby please, i haven't seen you in forever” Toji says pleading beneath your hand.

“Fine” You say finally giving in. Almost instantaneously he dives straight for your clit, tearing your panties in the process. You flinch at the contact of his warm tongue meeting your folds. Taking his time he swims his tongue around the surface of your cunt while his hands reach up your nightgown finding your nipples. He twists them with ease causing your whole body to go in circuit. It has been awhile since either of yall have seen each other or even had time for yall selves and maybe that was why you were super reactive to even the slightest of his touch.

“Seems like my girl has missed me too” Toji remarks grinning slightly, referring to your already wet pussy. Leaking out like a faucet. Toji teases your entrance by wagging his tongue just right before it, making you impatient. He uses his hands to pry your thighs open, then he enters your pussy licking your clit up and down. Your back immediately arches at the sensation causing your breath to hitch. He continues to crawl into your pussy lapping up the wetness that was leaking out.

‘Mm’ you moan from the way Toji roams around your cunt, having your brain short circuit from the feeling. Not being able to control yourself you wrap your legs around his back reeling him into you more.

“mmph u gonna suffocate me baby”

“s-sorry” you mumble softly

“Well,” Toji said grinning, “I wouldn't mind dying here,” he says, finishing it off with a chuckle.

You were too brain dead to even react properly, with Toji invading your insides wiggling his tongue inside your cunt. Your toes curled, eyes rolling back, you feel your release almost immediately flooding down onto tojis face. Him lapping up all your juices like a dog.

“So sweet mamas, just how I like it.” He says his face is covered with your orgasm.

He retracts his head from your entrance, raising himself up. You can clearly see the bulge peeking through his sweats. In haste he removes his pants and boxers in one go. Revealing his long throbbing cock. Leaking with pre-cum he smoothly injects it into your pussy causing you to gasp.

"I-it's t-too deep” you mutter

“C’mon it hasn't even been that long has she forgotten me already?” Toji says smirking, sweat pacing down his forehead. He lifts you up, you wrap your legs around him.

“Mm” you moan softly as Toji thrusts you up and down. Your toes curl at the fast pace, you lean your head onto his shoulder resting from the fatigue. How Toji has so much energy you could never understand you swear he is a beast.

“Its okay close your eyes ill take care of everything” Toji whispers softly in your ears. You grip onto his sweaty back for extra support, your black acrylics marking all over. He continues to rock into you until you can feel his dick twitch in your pussy. You feel Toji retract his dick but you stop him.

“N-no i want you to cum in me..” You say breathless and almost on the verge of passing out “Please..i'm on the pill” you whine, you move your hand over your stomach where you can see his bugle imprinted onto you

“Haaa, are you sure?” Toji asks

“Mhm” you nod quietly, tears leaving your eyes.

And with no second to think Toji immediately releases into you shoving all his up your pussy. You can feel his cum leaking out of you as he fills you up.

“Ah” you squeal, cumming as well, flooding down out your pussy attaching to his chest. You both are out of breath.

Both of you were snuggled underneath a blanket, your head resting on his chest listening to his heartbeat. While he was munching on the wings you decided to order wings. You put on twilight. He hates it and thinks it's a waste. Secretly you think he enjoys it but he wants to be different. And the movie fit the atmosphere, it was a rainy October night. What other movies would you guys watch??

#kristlewrites🫧🗯️#black reader smut #blk!fem #toji fushiguro #toji x black reader #black reader #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji x black y/n #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x black reader #jjk smut #toji smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x black reader #toji fanfic

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k4katsujin · 4 months

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new year's hangover☆

lil drabble where you befriend ghost at the tf141 new year's party... what can possibly go wrong?

content: drunkness, socially anxious-ish reader, ghost being ghost, passing out and hickeys.

author's note: UHHH HAI IM BACK?!?!? icl im kinda hating myself because im posting a drabble instead of a full work.... am sorry.. mi bad mi bad... also im waiting for friday for new invincible content because the brainrot is REALLL

also pls pretend i posted this on new year's eve... HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YALL BTWWWWW

shotout to @unabashedcroissanttreefan bc i want to make her bitter /hj, and to @michelleart8 ! <3

anyway enjoy and pls reblog

wc: 1836

"will you be coming at the new year's party tonight?" price asked as he noticed you filling some paperwork in the common room.

"i dont think so" you sigh, "im not that much of a social person, and i still have a lot of paperwork to fill in,let alone medical files."

"are you sure?" price asked, worried you might overwork yourself, but then an idea suddenly came to his mind. "i heard the lieutenant will be there as well, rumors have it you have a crush on him, so it'd be a good opportunity to actually talk to him, instead of just- avoiding him like you do."

the thought of captain price having noticed you had a crush on ghost sent a bright blush to your cheeks, but you waved those thoughts away.

"even if he was here, that doesn't mean i stand a chance with him" you reply, losing focus on your paperwork, now that the lieutenant was mentioned. "we barely talk anyway, and he seems to hate me so..."

"he seems to hate everyone" price chuckled, "dont take it personally. did the fact that he will be there change your mind?"

"i dont know" you sigh, but your little smile was betraying you. "it will depend on whether i have finished filling those files. at what time will it start?"

"around 7!" price replied with a subtle smile, feeling like he convinced you to come. "oh,and, you can come in a casual outfit, no need to pull up the formal uniform", he winked and left.

the few hours that separated you from the awaited party came, and all of a sudden a sudden peak of anxiety invaded you.

what if everyone made fun of your awful social skills? what if you didnt dress well enough?

your overthinking stopped as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket; surprisingly enough, it was a text from price.

are you coming? ghost is here 👀

you chuckled as you put on a comfy sweater, and headed to the common room.

"you came!!" price greeted you, smiling brightly at you. "make yourself at ease, go get yourself something to drink, and who knows? maybe alcohol can help you make a move on our lovely lieutenant" he chuckled, before handing you a cup of alcohol.

"do you... want to get me drunk so i could get rid of my social anxiety?" you asked price, raising an eyebrow.

"maybe" he chuckled, already sounding drunk, "is it working?"

"not reall- ouch"

you blushed brightly as you noticed ghost was the one who stumbled into you.

"oi," he said, sounding slightly drunk as well, "im sorry. must've lost my balance, probably drank too much already. you're y/n, right?"

"y-yes," you nod, still not over the interaction, praying he didn't notice the bright blush on your cheeks, "why?"

"because..." he tries to articulate, and nearly fell on the floor, "ive been meaning to tell you... you're doing a great ass good job... dont let my mean words convince you otherwise, k?"

"oh-" you said, taken aback by this sudden demonstration of kindness, your heart melting. "thank you lieutenant..?"

the evening went on, until the cheerful "happy new year!!!" resonated in the walls of the tf141's buildings, everyone happy to finally greet the new year.

the party then came to an end, and so you decided to stay a little longer to help clean the room. once you got done, and got ready to head back to your quarters, you noticed an odd figure.

was ghost... asleep? he sure seemed to. he probably passed out due to all the alcohol he had drank, and you couldn't blame him.

that's how he somehow ended in your quarters - and if you were to be honest, carrying a man as massive as him was NOT an easy thing, but you somehow managed to. you tried your best to put him in a comfortable position on your couch, but bringing him here was already kind enough, wasn't it? so you just left him laying down on the floor, covering his massive frame with a blanket, and put a pillow under his head.

"this sure was a strange new year's day" you thought out loud, "happy new year lieutenant"

just in case something happened to ghost, you decided pull an all nighter (?), and you were right to, well at least, soft of.

in the middle of the night, ghost woke up, seemingly not over his hangover.

"i'll tell you what, y/n, ive always been in love with you." he mumbled, barely able to stand.

your heart dropped at this confession, but you had to stay lucid: he couldn't possibly mean it, it had to be the alcohol, right? that would make no sense if he was in love with you.

but you couldn't help to secretely wish what he was saying was true, after all you know the saying: drunk words are sober thoughts, and now you really hoped the saying was true there.

"lieutenant,you're drunk, you should go back to sle-"

he interrupted you by kissing you, first on the lips, and then moved on to your neck, leaving a little trail of hickeys here and there.

you gave in the kiss, you knew it was wrong, but it felt so good, but quickly waved those thoughts off: it was wrong in any way. he was your superior, and drunk, you couldn't abuse his drunken state like that.

but the feel of his lips on yours sure felt like heaven...

as if nothing happened, he smirked softly as he pulled out of the kiss, and resumed his peaceful slumber on your floor.

however, the next morning was nothing like that.

"looks like someone had fun last night" ghost grumbled as he noticed your many hickeys. "what the fuck am i doing here? and where even is here, and did you poison me? why is my head pounding?" he asked, back to his usual stern self, and you would actually be surprised if he didnt.

"youre in my quarters" you reply as you handed him a cup of anti hangover tea. "i brought you here because we were the only two remaining at the party, and you passed out. and hum... about the hickeys, how much do you remember from last night?" you ask as you look away, embarassed at the thought of last night's passionate kiss.

"i dont remember shit, why?" he asked, sounding more annoyed than mean.

"okay i..." (you sigh) "promise not to get mad at me if i tell you?" (he shakes his head, annoyed) "okay, so... you confessed yesterday." you blurt out, "but that is not all." (you gulp.) "we also kissed and... you gave me those hickeys."

"oh." he said blankly, and you could feel the blush in his voice, despite his mask.

"yeah.." you chuckled awkwardly, not daring to look at him, "but i have one question though. were you honest when you said you... 'always have been in love with me?"

your heartbeat quickened as you waited for his answer, but you had to know.

"would it be weird if i said yes..?" he asked, unable to look at your eyes, and your heart nearly missed a beat. "i mean, youre always doing what youre told to despite the fact that i treat you like shit and... i don't know, i guess that made me develop a kind of soft spot for you... do you happen to feel the same way..?" he asked, and you could feel the vulnerability in his voice.

"i- i think i do..?" you replied, both confused and relieved. "i mean, i always thought you hated me but.. this feels a bit rushed. can we do it again?"

"okay" he nodded, "how does 'hello, my name is simon riley, known as ghost, lieutenant from the task force 141, and i am in love with the wonderful y/n' sounds?" ghost chuckled with a soft smile, loving at you with loving eyes.

"much better" you reply with a soft smile, butterflies fluttering in your stomach, way better.

later on that day, when you and ghost headed to the briefing room hand in hand, price couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

"see? seems like alcohol can do wonders" he whispered, and it made you let out a small chuckle as well.

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axel-skz · 1 year

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Your behaviour is so…UGHH

A/N: this is my first post. I’m kind of just writing it because I really want something super angsty right now 💀 (I’m listening to music and ive shuffled all of stray kids music and drive just came on LMAO)

Summery: Chan had been working late for a while but today was important, he missed Y/Ns birthday.

Bang chan x Gender neutral reader

Chan had been late again. All week he had worked late but you expected that he would atleast be home for your birthday. You had a party and you had reminded him atleast 12 hundred times. He was your most important guest. He had reassured you again and again that he would be there.

You had been looking forward to today for so long. You tried never to get in the way of your boyfriends work because you knew how important it was to him.

But in your heart, you felt it when he was away a lot.

Secretly in your mind, today would be special because you had a legitimate reason for him to be there. You would have a day to show off your favourite person in the world.

But it didn’t happen. As every hour ticked by, your heart broke a little more. You spent the party constantly glancing at the clock. Most of your friends didn’t mention him not being there. Although you had expressed your excitement to them multiple times in the days before.

The looks of pity felt as though they were burning your resolve ever so slowly.

When everyone left, you sat in the middle of your room on the floor, staring at the wall of the now very messy room. Tears pouring down your face.

It felt like you were alone in this relationship. You tried your best to be there at every one of his milestones. Every time he had an important event or just his birthdays. Not only for him but all the members.

It took so much of you to go to award shows. An event where you both had to pretend you didn’t know each other outside of work. But you were there. Because he was. Moral support.

You sat there for a while with no sense of time until your phone buzzed.

A tiny part of you hoped that it was him.

It wouldn’t do much now though would it?

It was your most consistent friend, pinterest. You let out a strangled laugh. Then you took a breath and started to clean everything. Once that was done, you started to pack.

Enough was enough.

It was very late into the night when you got done with all of this.

As you finished clearing the apartment of your things, you heard the front door unlock. The sheer amount of panic that started to course through you was terrifying.

You froze for a second when you heard steps approaching you.

He opened the bedroom door while looking at his phone.

‘Hey baby, you still up? Its- uh, you going somewhere?’ He said as he noticed your bags.

‘I’m going away… for a while…’ You said while looking down.

He started to look worried, ‘away? Away where? How long’s a while? Why do you need to go?’ He put the stuff he was holding on a side table.

‘Chan, I need to leave. I can’t be here. Its too much for me to constantly feel like I’m waiting for you,’ you hurried with gathering the last of your things.

‘What? Waiting for me…? Why? What happened?’ He started walking over to you but you backed up. He stopped, instantly with a look of hurt.

‘Have you seen the date?’ With that, his face dropped. He nervously laughed.

‘No no no, that’s not today, its not-’ he took his phone out and saw the date. He was stunned. ‘I’m so sorry, I could’ve sworn your birthday was tomorrow…I was too distracted all day to be able to get to my phone.’

You looked so hurt, ‘now you won’t have to worry about remembering things. Things that aren’t as important. I won’t bother you with anything.’

You grabbed your things and made a move to the door but he moved to block you.

‘It is important! I was just really distracted. I had so much going on in my mind that I lost track of time. I swear, I’ll make it up to you, just don’t leave,’ he pleaded.

‘You still have to make up for the last 3 dates you missed. What? Should I tack this onto the list? But also be mindful because you will take on 3 more projects at the start of the next week.’ You couldn’t do it anymore. It was constantly one thing after another. You constantly felt like the bad guy but you wanted to be supportive and he said he would try. But then he didn’t. He always had a reason not to. And you couldn’t do it anymore.

‘You know I’m not doing it on purpose. It’s just part of my work,’ he looked so worn out, you had to look away otherwise you would give up.

‘I can’t do this right now. And from the looks of things, you can’t either. Trying just isn’t cutting it anymore. I need to be anywhere but here.’

‘Y/N please… I can try harder… I’ll find a way… just… don’t leave…’ his voice breaking.

‘If you care about me even a little, don’t say anything else. Just let me go. Atleast for a bit. I need to do this,’ you started to leave again but he didn’t stop you. He stood there, still. Looking at the floor.

And you left. Not knowing what would happen next. When or if you would even see him again.

Note: please remember to like or reblog (I’m not too sure how tumblr works lmao)

Gimme suggestions on prompts you might want :)

Part 2

[I’ve tried to look over it but if there’s anything that isn’t gender neutral about the reader, lemme know and I’ll fix it]

#bang chan #bang chan x reader #skz x reader #skz angst #angst #stray kids #stray kids angst #stray kids bang chan #channie #skz fanfic #skz imagines #skz scenarios #stray kids break up #bang chan angst #gender neutral reader

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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HELLO ITS ME AGAIN THE SELECTIVE MUTISM ANON I WAS WONDERING IF U COULD DO SMTH SIMILAR BUT WITH STEVE AND MAKE IT ANGSTY >:DD

so sorry for dropping this one you so suddenly and straight after the new one, it just came to me haha

also ty for doing the eddie x reader it really helped <333

a/n: ANON IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE BUT BETWEEN WORK AND SCHOOL IVE BEEN SO TIRED😭😭i hope you like this! credit to the gif owner! <3

You're sitting in your lunch spot frozen as milk drips from the ends of your hair, the whole cafeteria is silent before erupting into laughter.

“Oops!” Carol says with venom laced in her voice. “Sorry, I'm such a klutz.”

You don’t respond to her and wipe milk away from your eyes. Your lack of response causes Tommy to slam his lunch tray on the table.

“She said sorry, aren't you going to forgive her?”

You shake your head knowing you don't have it in you to speak right now. Your heart is pounding out of your chest and you really wish some of your friends were here right now. Tommy let out an obnoxious laugh.

“Look at you! You can't even talk!” More students began to laugh while some looked at you in pity.

“Hello?? Anyone there? We're talking to you!” Carol said while poking your shoulder. Tears were streaming down your face and you were starting to feel lightheaded from the rapid breathing you were doing. Before you know it a jean jacket was thrown around you and you were dragged out of the cafeteria while students started to scream and cheer. You didn't have time to register what was going on but you get some sort of relief when you realized Robin was pulling you into the girl's restroom.

“Those fucking assholes, I swear to god I'll beat them up myself next time I see them.” She has you lean against a wall and turns to grab some napkins but you latch onto her hand. She looks at you and feels her heartbreak when she sees your eyes pleading her not to leave.

“Hey, it's okay. I'm just gonna grab you some napkins and clean you off okay? I have extra clothes in my bag for our sleepover today.”

You slowly let go of her and look down at her bag. You forgot all about the sleepover and you're scared to tell her that you no longer plan on spending the night after today’s events.

“It's okay, don't even worry about it. We can always do it another night! Go ahead and change whenever you're ready.” she says quietly while wiping dried-up milk off of your face. Once she's done with that she reaches into her bag and hands you some clothes. You nod your head slightly giving her a silent thank you before you go into the stall and change. You look down at your clothes and notice only your shirt is wet so you figured you can wrap the milk-soaked shirt in the pair of sleep shorts robin packed for you. You tried your best to take deep breaths and calm down but when you hear the door slam open your breathing picks up again. What if Carol came to tease you some more? You know Robin wouldn't let her but she isn't afraid to get her hands dirty.

“Where is she?”

Relief flooded your system as you recognized Steve's voice. You poked your head out of the stall and saw his back facing you, his hair is messed up and the only thing you think of is how hard Steve works on his hair. He turns around at the sound of the stall door creaking and lets out a sigh of relief. You gasp at the sight of him.

Steve had a busted lip and a bruise starting to form around his eye, you look down at his hands and see them bloody and bruised.

“Hey, don't worry about me,” he whispered while rushing to you and wrapping you in his arms. “They aren't going to bother you anymore, okay?”

You nodded your head. He grabs the clothes that are sitting in your hand and shoves them in his bag while grabbing yours from off the floor.

“Thanks for taking her out of there Robin,” he says while gently placing your hand in his.

Robin says it's not a problem and gives you a tight hug knowing those calm you down. Steve walks out of the girl’s restroom with you glaring at Tommy on the way out. Tommy had multiple tissues held to his nose and had a dark-colored bruise resting on his cheekbone, he flipped Steve off mumbling how he misses his old friend but Steve doesn't care.

He opens the passenger door for you making sure all limbs are in before he closes the door. He slides into the diver's side and reaches in the backseat handing you a notebook and pen.

“What happened, baby?”

Your brain replays what happened minutes ago and you shake your head trying to erase the thoughts, you don't want to think about it, not right now.

Is your hand okay?

Steve reads your question out loud to himself and chuckles.

“Don't worry about me. I'll be okay.”

You didn't have to fight him. I know you guys are like best friends.

“No, you're my best friend. I can't believe I hung out with people like them.” he starts to get lost in his thoughts when he feels you tap him with the pen.

Can we go home? I want to wash the milk out of my hair.

Steve felt his heart warm. He knows you mean he can take you to his house but the fact that you consider it home brings a smile to his face. He starts up the car and looks over at you.

“Are you ready to talk yet?”

You shake your head slowly hoping he wouldn't be upset at your answer. You know it could be frustrating when you suddenly go silent, as you've been told time and time again. Steve grabs your hand and places a gentle kiss on it, ignoring the small sting from the cut on his lip.

“That's okay, take all the time you need. I'll be here when you're ready.”

#stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things angst

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grippingbeskar · 1 year

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chapter twenty three - selfish

frank castle x fem! reader

warnings: canon typical violence, graphic description of injuries and general gross stuff, needles?, bobby bein a bit of. a creep again ugh.

a/n: there is so much happening in this chapter. please god make it make sense.

[series masterlist] [previous chapter]

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“Wake up.” A hand slaps you across the face, and you squint as your eyes manage to open. “There you go.”

You were still here. It had to of been… hours now. That’s what it feels like. Really, it feels like you’d never left. Everything’s the same, and you feel just as small. Just as alone as you always did. Except for him, leaning over you, observing your every movement. You tried to open your mouth, but your jaw was so stiff it felt wired shut.

“I’ve got a lot more work to get done before you leave me again. You with me now?” He says, grimy hands dragging along the inside of your wrist. It’s only as you look down, feeling the urge to tear that hand from his arm, that you see the IV stuck in your vein. Blood. He was taking your blood. He turns his attention back to a small screen. “Such a beautiful signal you get here. See this? Your father would love to see these numbers.”

“Shut your… fucking…” Exhaustion burns through you, eating at every nerve and cell, screaming at you to drift off into that dark bliss. If you closed your eyes, you could see him. Maybe he’d show up on the water bed again. You don’t know why that memory, of all the ones you had, came to you, but you’d cling to it anyways.

“Shh. Save your energy. Can’t have you dying on me.” He pours something down your throat, and you cough and splutter for a few minutes before anything goes down. You hate that it helps. It’s water. You want to throw it up out of spite, but your body hauls it in before you get the chance.

He’s no longer wearing the gas mask, and the air tastes clean apart from the metallic tang of blood still settled in your mouth. Your feet were bare, and the floor underneath was ice cold. You tried to lift them up, but the metal cuffs around your ankles didn’t let you.

“Never worked for three years, yet you still try it every time. You think I would ever let you go now? Over something as silly as reinforced cuffs?” Bobby hums, pressing his hand into the needle under your skin as his touch grazes over it. You wince, yanking away as much as you can. “I’ve had a lot of time to practise. To perfect keeping someone like you in containment. Keep you hidden.”

“What are you…talking about?” You manage with the water now settling in your stomach. Keep you hidden. How could you ever be more isolated than you were here?

“You may have been my first— and a special one at that, but you were not the first.” He takes the needle out of your skin with faux sensitivity. Like he almost cares if it cuts you now. “It’s a changing world out there. Super Soldiers, Gods raining from the sky… money can buy most things, but it hasn’t been able to buy me enough strength. Until now.”

He stands, walking around and grabbing the back of your chair. He drags you to the left, where you can see down the hallway. The door to the stairs you climbed down was wide open now, and a man was standing at the end of the hall.

“You see, I was investing in the wrong things. Training, guns… you name it. Until your father showed me the error of my ways. Science is where the real strength is.” Bobby crouches behind you, his hands holding your shoulders too tightly. “Of course, it’s been harder to master since your father passed. I haven’t been able to make the change permanent as he did— but I believe Ive found a way to increase its potency. Did you study much science with your father?”

The memory of him makes you want to cry. You wish you just had more time with him— you were going to fade away here and all his memory would go with you. You never even got the chance to tell Sam about him—

“Answer me.” He shoves your head forward, pain shooting up the back of your neck. You grit out a ‘no’ and he sighs. “No matter. Your father perfected the formula for your cell chemicals to shift and heal over. Only, the replenishment of those chemicals in other bodies is a little harder to grasp. Making it specifically for your DNA, and as much as I would love to have a million versions of you to play with, I need it to work for everyone.”

He brings over a bag of your blood, and clicks his fingers. The man at the end of the hallway moves toward you, standing at the entrance of the cell.

“Now, if my theory is correct…” He hooks up the IV again, but instead of attaching a new bag to your arm, he leaves it attached to your blood bag, and then stabs the man in front of you right in the divot of his elbow with the needle. “Even though we want to heal bones and organs, the most important part is the platelets and plasma. Tell me, sunshine, where is it that you find those?”

“Blood.” You spit, feeling some of your own drip down your chin.

“Good. Very good.” You both watch as the blood starts to disappear from the bag, going straight into the man’s veins. “This isn’t so bad, is it? Almost easy, I would say. You just have to listen, and do as your told.”

You recognise him— one of the men who used to stand outside your cell on days you needed to be guarded. Never speaking to you. Kicking your food through the gap in the wall. He looks almost asleep, and you think he might be under the effect of that gas from before— eyes half lidded and his knees weak.

“So, giving someone the proteins from your enhanced blood, theoretically, of course, should aid in the enhanced healing. Mix that with the incredible red and white blood cell counts you show, and you can create a virtually unstoppable force. For however long the shot of blood stays in his system. I had some stored from our previous years, but I have a feeling it’s effects will be more… productive, with a fresh supply.” The bag is half empty when he rips the IV out. The man doesn’t flinch, but now his eyes are wide and his knuckles white with how hard he’s fisting them at his sides. It’s almost like he’s hyped up on adrenaline, pupils dilated and staring at you. He takes a step forward, and you think Bobby is going to let him beat you to death. Instead, he pulls out a gun and shoves it into the man’s direction.

“Take this.” He says, and he does it immediately. “You see, the fresher the protein, the faster the recovery time. The guys downstairs, they have your blood in their system, and boy— does it make them pack a punch. But, their system doesn’t regenerate as easily. Some of that blood is months old—years. They die easier. Today, we’re going to see if your dear old dad was onto something. Getting blood straight from the source. It’s why I need you around. Might even let you test one out yourself like old times… but enough talk; back to our test.”

Bobby stands, walking around from behind you and controls the man’s movements, positioning him however he pleases. The man is obedient, moving without resistance, his eyes stilling on yours.

“Shoot yourself in the head.” He commands, and then the man clicks the safety off the gun and pulls the trigger.

You don’t make a sound, but you feel the hot splash of his blood across your face and arms, and then the dead weight of his body as he falls forward into your lap. A tear falls down your cheek, not in sympathy, but just pure shock.

You do scream now, because the man who’s brains paint the wall behind you stands up, pushing himself off you with ease. He sways slightly, like he’s drunk, and then blinks a couple times before returning to normal. He’s not hazed anymore— and even though his blood was still dripping down your face, still hot… he turns his head to Bobby, and the bullet wound is completely healed. Gasping for air, your head spins to Bobby, who was grinning.

“What the fuck have you done?!”

“I made him perfect! Like you!” He takes the gun from the man’s hands, who was still staring at you. “It worked even faster than I thought. Fresh is better, as they say.”

He hooks you up to another IV before you’ve come back to yourself, not even feeling the prick of the needle as the clear tube near your head turns a dark red. He was taking more…

“You—“ He snaps to the swaying man, who breaks his gaze from you. “Load these syringes and take them down. I want as many of them filled in the next twenty minutes. Don’t worry if she passes out… she’s a resilient one.”

The man moves quickly, opening a briefcase filled with long silver tubes, all ending in sharp points. He empties the rest of the first bag into three of the needles, then waits for the next to be filled. Everything gets fuzzy as he takes the next bag down and attaches another, and your hands go numb. You stare at them, making sure they’re still there. Bobby grabs your jaw, pulling you to face him.

“It’s good to have you back. I have to admit I had missed your… presence. My offer still stands, you know. It doesn’t have to be this way. We can work together. Build our own—“ All you can conjure up is the energy to spit in his face. He growls, grabbing you harder. “Fine. Have it your way. Once I’ve taken care of your little toy downstairs, I’ll be back. And I won’t be so withholding this time.”

More blood leaves your body, and you watch him walk away. You were losing so much so fast, you know you were about to pass out again, and you should be worried about that, but all you can manage to hold on to is the fact that Frank was somewhere here, and you couldn’t get to him.

It has to have been hours. Maybe even days. You have no idea. You hate it. You always lost time down here.

Your heart was as icy as the ground under your toes, and about as cracked and stained as the patch you were sitting over. The man next to you continued to sort through vials and tubes, and you drifted back to that sweet darkness, Franks voice nearly calling you if you dove in to it hard enough.

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“That all you got?! Fucking puss—“ He’s cut off by another groan. His own, but he hardly recognises it by how high pitched it is. Another fist flies at his face, and he can feel the bone crack. He tenses, preparing for the next hit.

He needs to stay awake. He needs to stay awake enough to get to you. He saw everything— that whole fucking display, and even if he didn’t get any sound or words, the minute that piece of shit laid a hand on you, Frank snapped out of his haze. Doesn’t matter how much of his blood and guts covered the floor, he would drag his shattered leg behind him if he had to. He’d get to you.

Antagonising these guys in here had been easier than he thought. At first they were in some kind of trance, but when the loud bang of Bobby’s shotgun went off, the bullet just missing him— taunting him, they snapped. Now, it’s been…he’s got no idea how long, but they have to get tired soon. Get a little slower, get distracted, and then Frank will make his move. Maybe he’ll just get numb. He knows he’s cracked ribs, every time he breathes in something sharp stabs his side. He has to keep going.

Breathing in, the men surround him— and even Frank turns his head when there’s a knock at the door.

The guy who walks in is covered in blood, and he’s holding a briefcase. It’s the same one he thinks he saw when he was watching you, but his eyes are so blown up that he could be seeing things.

“Boss wants these distributed.” He says, and the three men hover around him as he unlocks it. They’re whispering something, and seemingly forget about Frank for a second.

Their mistake.

He’s slowly but surely working himself free, knowing he’s going to have to dislocate his thumbs to get out. He’s fought with worse injuries, but with how much blood he’s lost, he needs something. An edge. Something that will just get him out of this room. He knows there’s guns outside, and the slick of his blood makes it easier to slide out. He just needs one damn thing to go his way today…

“Is that really it?” One of the men hold up a needle. It’s bright red, with the biggest point Franks ever seen on the end.

“What’d you expect?”

“Hulk had green blood. Something like that, I guess.” Another man says off handedly, never looking back at him, and fuck— they were asking for it now. Franks right hand tugs at the cuff, and he squeezes his eyes shut, biting down on his lip so hard it bleeds. Not that he’ll be able to tell what’s bleeding anymore. Bone pops as he tugs the rest of the way, in one sharp movement he’s got a free hand.

He doesn’t wait.

Whatever’s in that syringe is important. Important enough that the guy who shot himself in the head got back up and walked down four flights of stairs. It does… well, Frank doesn’t know what the fuck if does, but if it heals a bullet to the head, Franks betting on the fact it’ll be enough to get him out of this room.

He lunges, throwing his body toward the syringe dangling in the man’s hand. The briefcase splatters on the ground and a multitude of curses ring through the room. One breaks, another falls right next to Franks head. He turns, only to see it kicked away. He pops his left hand out of the cuff in the shuffle, hoping they don’t notice it’s free.

“I thought he’d be better. Look at him.” They peer down at him on the floor, still cuffed by his feet, and from their view, still one hand, too. It’s why they don’t realise him reaching behind, grabbing two sharp points and dragging them over.

“Guess he’s past his prime. Clean this up, and don’t finish him off just yet. Boss wants round two.” The men laugh, turning their backs for a final time.

Frank stabs himself in the back with two needles. He feels it instantly— like the time he got shot up with adrenaline. Everything is turned to ten, and he groans and thrashes on the floor. The men turn around to look at him just in time to see his two free hands, but by then it’s too late.

Frank’s broken the chain on his legs, one giant whack of it against the concrete sending the links off in shattered pieces. He rolls, not feeling any pain on his sides. He stands, easily. Way too easily. He should be hunched over, fighting for consciousness.

He’s never felt fucking better.

He lands a punch on the advancing man, the one who broke his ribs. He grabs him by the head, feeling his skull bone crack under his grip.

He doesn’t have time to think about it, because the next ones already coming. He throws himself at him, tackling him to the floor. He beats him— over and over, so hard his hands meet concrete after three blows. He went through him.

One man’s on his back, arm around his throat, and he easily rips him over his head. These guys were fucking nothing now. He felt like he’d been shocked by some kind of electricity, except this was the kind that felt fucking amazing. He belted the man in front of him, then slammed his head into the wall. Blood and brain covered the only clean part of the room, and one man was left.

The man who shot himself.

“Stop! Wait!” The man says, holding the briefcase up. “I can tell you what he’s doing. Where she is!” Frank takes a few breaths, not even feeling winded.

“You work for him?” The man nods. “Where?”

“S-security.” Frank towers over him, and he goes for the handle of the door, but Franks too fast. So fucking fast he doesn’t register that he’s got the guys hand tight in a fist until he hears him scream.

“You know she was down there? All that time, huh?” The man looks up, wide eyed. Frank cracks the bones in his hands.

“Fuck! Yes— yes, we knew but I swear—“ Frank doesn’t care what the rest of the sentence is, because he picks up the briefcase, and uses the end of it to cave his head in.

He keeps hold of the case as he kicks the door down, swiping the shot gun Bobby abandoned. Then he takes a chance, testing his durability, and jumps over the railing of the two story platform.

After the beating he received, he should be struggling to even walk— but he lands it easily. He doesn’t even have that kink in his neck from this morning. Spent so much time staring down at you sleeping next to him. Not even that. No blood coming from anywhere, and he could see for fucking miles in front of him. No swollen eyes.

He was healed. Completely. Strong, too. Stronger than he fucking should be. He doesn’t know how long he’s got, but he knows he’s not wasting another second of not having you safe. He takes the stairs up four at a time, never needing to catch his breath.

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Frank’s arm was around you, holding you tighter than you could ever remember. You weren’t shivering anymore, the effects of the ice cold water long forgotten the minute he pulled you to him under the covers.

It was nearly morning, and you were still hazed with sleep. The embarrassment and pain can’t reach you here, not when you are so close to drifting off. Another few hours of sleep would do you good. Just letting your eyes flutter closed. You blame it on this nearly-asleep-half-conscious state that you turn over, seeking more of the warmth his skin offers. He tenses next to you, feeling you shift, before accepting the new position and letting your limbs tangle with his own.

It’s about as safe as you have ever felt. Frank on all sides, something that should make you feel boxed in. He’d let you go with one word, but you can trust him not to. You don’t want him to. Frank’s arms tighten around you as you settle your head just below his, nose brushing against his collarbone.

“You okay?” His voice rumbled through your head, all the way down to your toes. You didn’t answer, wanting to linger in this state a little longer. Your breathing was even, and you all but melted into him with one last, long sigh. “What the hell are you doin’ to me, huh?”

His lips touched your forehead before one hand tangled in your hair. He doesn't brush past this time. This time, it’s purposeful and practically permanent. He scorches your skin, kissing you softly, right on the little scar above your eyebrow.

You feel him tug you closer, your leg nearly on top of him now. You can hear his heartbeat in your ear, racing when your hand slowly brushes up his side, stopping under your head. Then it slows, and he kisses you one last time before you’re asleep again…

You can hear something. Maybe. Theres a beeping sound coming from the monitor, but that’s not what it is. This place echos everything. The walls nearly savour the sounds, sending them back to you so loud, that if you close your eyes you could swear it was happening right next to you. This is different, though.

It’s screaming. Someone screaming.

You force your head up, slowly blinking your eyes. There’s spots in your vision, but you can see people. People, flying around the tight space of the corridor. Flying… you swear they were moving through the air, limbs whacking around in un-natural directions. Something loud cracked, and then a loud, male groan. Almost a scream, but this wasn’t in fear, or pain. Someone was coming, and they weren’t stopping until they got through.

You only knew one person who would fight for you like that, but as much as you tried to fight against it, sleep dragged you down into the dark. This time, Frank was getting further away, and you weren’t so sure you could pull yourself back up.

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It was pitch black, but all Frank could see was red. Dark, thick red, blood that can only be from deep, hidden parts of the body. Blood gets thicker the further in you go, and Frank was tearing right to the centre.

He found more men on the stairs, using the shotgun and the pulsing strength scorching through his body to take them out. He admitted it felt good— fucking easy, tearing through these guys. They had the higher ground but he had every advantage. He couldn’t help but feel like something was off about it, though. He has no idea what he gave himself, it just had to be enough to get to you.

When he finally makes it up to the door, he’s sprinting. More faces blur past his hands and bullets, but he can only focus on one. You, your head down, eyes closed. He throws someone with one arm as far as he can manage, and he doesn’t see the guy get back up. He’s still looking for Bobby, but all that was on the back burner now. Now, all he could focus on was you.

The bodies stop dropping, and he realises there’s no more coming. No more footsteps as he reaches the door to your cell, no more gun shots. Not even a breath that wasn’t his own.

You weren’t breathing.

He drops the case he’s still managed to hold, ignoring the slow beeping of the monitor. He rips at the handcuffs, but even with all this stuff in his body he can’t manage it.

“Come on. Hey! Come on, wake up…baby, fucking wake up.” He could hear the horse crack of his voice and he was pulling so fucking hard and it wasn’t enough. He’s shaking you by the shoulders, then he looks down, seeing the snapped locks of the briefcase.

There’s still four or five syringes in there. He doesn’t know what it does— he can hardly tell if he’s gonna live when this feeling dies down. He’s still staring at them, though. Reaching for one.

He could do it. It brought him back, healed whatever those assholes did… and your a hell of a lot stronger than he is. He needs it to work. He needs you to open your fucking eyes, but is it worth the risk? Was it worth it if it backfired? Was he that selfish, that he’d take the risk— the risk of you dying because of what he did, just so he wouldn’t have to live without you? He’d take you down with him if he did this— fuck knows what Bobby put in these things. It could be anything. But he couldn’t let you die in this room. Couldn’t let you go.

Frank Castle knows he’s selfish, but it’s like his body has already made up its mind. His hand is fisting on of the vials, hovering over your thigh. The beeping’s getting slower, and you twitch in his hold, the last signs of life fading from you. For a second, he thinks he shouldn’t do it. That he shouldn’t take you down with him any further than he’s already done. But he can’t see you die. He couldn’t.

“Please. Just— need this to work. Please.” He drops his head and plunges the needle into your thigh without another thought. Almost instantly, your eyes crack open and your heaving air back into your deprived lungs. Frank holds you upright, trying to make sure you don’t fall backwards, but he can’t see past the tears forming in his eyes.

He doesn’t remember the last time he cried like this— like a knife was tearing it’s way through his chest, nearing his throat and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to stop it. He didn’t want to stop it because you were fucking here— covered in blood and dirt but breathing. He chose right. Did right by you, for fucking once. Looking around the room terrified, you say a word, and he feels like the luckiest guy in the world because the first thing you think to say is his name.

“Frank!” You scratch out, shoulders still heaving with the effort of taking in air. “Frank— we have… you have to get me… please I can’t be in here anymore—“

“Shh. Shh— you’re okay. I’m gonna get you out, just like I promised, yeah?” You stop spinning your head around and stop your thrashing when your eyes meet his. He feels your hand go to lift up and touch him but you can’t move. “Fucking hell. I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“You’re crying.” You say softly, and Frank shakes his head, laughing out of pure exhaustion.

“Yeah, I am.” Your head tilts, and fuck— he can’t help it. He shuffles closer, holding your head in his hands. You look wrong in his hold, like something precious and way too expensive, something he’d never earn the value of in his lifetime. You press into his touch, and he just can’t let you go.

“You came.” Wet tears stream down your face, and he wipes them away with his thumbs. “I thought you were— I thought you might not make it here.”

“I promised.” It’s all he has time for right now. He has a hostage he needs to fuck up. “Where’d he go.”

You flick your head down in the direction of where he came.

“He has the keys. You gotta— once I’m out I can help you.” You blink a few times, and it looks like your seeing his face for the first time. “You… how did you get out?”

“He’s got these guys— strong, like you, nearly beat the shit out of me. Injected myself with that.” He looks over at the briefcase. “Never felt better.”

“You aren’t hurt.” You say, and it should be a good thing, but Frank starts to worry because you look uneasy.

“Not anymore. You know what it is?”

“Yeah.” That fact that you don’t say it right away makes Frank think he doesn’t want to know.

“I gave it to you, too.” You shake your head, and his worries evaporate. A simple move from you, and he’s easy. Fuck— he was glad you were here.

“It’s fine. It won’t kill us. You need to go. Get the keys, get me out. Bring him with you.” Frank nods, taking another second to look at you. Just making sure— your eyes were wide, a little fearful but alive and bright. Open. Skin was warm. You were okay. “I don’t want to be here anymore. Please.”

Something crashes behind Frank, and he turns and leaves before saying another word. He was going to drag that cunt back here kicking and screaming. He had to be alive— but Frank has learned a thousand ways to make a man wish he wasn’t.

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Six minutes.

You counted it.

It took Frank six minutes to track down the country’s biggest gang leader, the man who has evaded the FBI and CIA for years, the man who had built an entire, intricate network of tunnels and bunkers to avoid being caught. Without his men, that Frank also took down, it took him six minutes to beat him bloody and drag him back to you.

You used to be so afraid of him. He was the man who haunted your nightmares, a face you’d see every time you closed you eyes. Almost a bogeyman. Seeing him here, on his knees, eyes swollen shut while Frank rips the keys out of his back pocket… it’s surreal almost.

“You w—“ Frank kicks him in the stomach, whatever words he was going to say lost in the burst pain. While he falls to the ground, breathing slow, Frank unlocks the handcuffs and you stand way too fast. Your first steps are the three that gets you out of this fucking room.

Frank sees you bolt outside, back pressed against the opposite wall. Then he turns, punching Bobby in the face before grabbing him by the leg and dragging him out and down the hallway. He’s groaning in pain, trying to say something but Frank just keeps dragging him. You walk behind, a sick enjoyment bubbling through you at the sight of him so… weak.

“How are we getting him up the stairs like this?” You ask once you’ve stopped at the base of the giant staircase. It must of taken you an hour to come down here, and your head was still a little fuzzy from the blood loss. Your own blood doesn’t heal you as well— fucking figures.

Frank doesn’t say anything, just starts dragging him up the stairs like a sack of flour. His head bangs against the first step, and Bobby shouts and wails like a kid. Similar to how you would of screamed for him to stop when he cut you open—

“Frank.” You say, and he stops. You look down at the man, wondering what Frank did to him in those six minutes in the dark that made him look so deformed. His arm was broken, the strange angle it was at made it obvious. One of his eyes was less bruised than the other, and he used it to lookright at you.

Maybe he thought you’d tell Frank to stop. That you’d taken pity on him. That you’d feel sorry for the way he looks. He’s still staring at you when you see a small flash of his teeth, something that could be a smile if he wasn’t missing so many teeth. You let him hold the hope for just a second.

“Make sure he’s still alive when we get to the top.” Frank huffs, like it’s an imposition, and you walk ahead, letting the pained cries of the man behind you bounce off the echoed walls. He deserved to feel what it was like to have hope it would stop, only for it to never end.

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When you finally reach the outside of the building, Bobby has passed out from the pain four times. You counted. It won’t be enough. You had twelve years of that shit. This was mild— you had a thousand days like this. It should be therapeutic to see him miserable and begging but all it does is make you angry.

Frank throws him in the back seat of the car, using rope and the seatbelts to tie him down so he can’t move. Then he ties something around his mouth, saying something to him you can’t hear. When you get back in the car, Franks hands are stained with blood.

“I’m hungry. You hungry?” He asks loudly after a moment of silence, his hands so tight on the steering wheel you can see his forearms start to shake. “Fuck. I could sprint a mile right now.”

“You feel okay? Good?” You weren’t a hundred percent sure about the effects your blood could have on him— or, the concentrated version of your blood.

“Fuckin’ fantastic. Don’t know what was in that stuff, but I haven’t run it out yet.” You can tell he feels uneasy about it, but the rush is almost overwhelming, even if he has burnt through some of it.

“It’ll be a while before it’s out of your blood system.”

“Yeah? How you know that?” His head moves a little too fast, and you wonder weather that’s how fast you move. If you look this… creepy, really. It’s fucking creepy.

“Because it’s my blood. It’ll pass through in a while, you just have to wait. He— Bobby said it wasn’t permanent.” At the mention of his name he stirs in the back and Frank reaches around, punching him in the gut while keeping his eyes on the road. “Maybe I should drive.”

“I’m good. Tell me about it— the blood shit. Help me focus.” Hoping to calm him down, you spill every little remnant of information you can remember. It’s technical, trying to explain how the plasma in your blood can be modified to heal bones and gunshot wounds, but he listens. “So why’d it work on you? If it’s your own?”

“It’s more concentrated. Based around the healing parts of my blood. He must of found a way to extract only the parts that make me strong. I lost a shit tonne of blood back there, so maybe the shot kicked my own healing back into gear.” You flick your eyes back to where Bobby is passed out again, his blood staining the seat. “I doubt I’d get it even if he explained it himself, but it’s a version of what they did to me. Only lasts a little while, but it makes you stronger. Faster. Heals you more easily. And apparently makes you jumpy as fuck.”

“I ain’t jumpy.” He grumbles, the sound sounding so much like Frank that you settle back a little, relaxing at it. “When you were in there… I uh— saw what that guy did in front of you. That kind of thing would be… if Madani found out about that, or any of those guys at the CIA. What your blood can do…”

“I know.” They’d want it. It was the edge they have been looking for. Like Bobby said, America had been fighting Gods and Super-humans for years, and they wanted something of their own. You, or your blood, would be it.

“Don’t say anything about it. Far as they know, we were in and out.” Frank looks in the review mirror, gaze hard as he checks Bobby’s positioning.

“He might say something. What if they ask him about it?”

“Can’t talk without a tongue.” You look at him, trying to figure out if he’s joking or not. He looks serious. Very, very serious. “What?”

“You— nothing. I just want to go home.” You breathe heavily, your eyes shutting for a second. Everything hurts, and your body isn’t healing as fast as Franks did with the lack of blood in your system. Now you know why you didn’t heal fast after you were shot. You must of lost too much in the water.

“You mean back to New York, yeah?” When he says it, the words confuse you. Of course you’d be going back to New York. You don’t have anywhere… well, you don’t have anywhere. You don’t have a place, now you think about it. The only house you ever lived in is owned by someone else, but that hasn’t been home for a while.

When you said you wanted to go home, what you really meant was you wanted out of this car. You wanted to go back to somewhere warm, and safe, and somewhere you didn’t have to think about any of this. The only place you’ve ever really been able to do that, have any of that is when you were with Frank.

“Sure.” Is all you managed.

“Sure? What’s that mean?” He turns the car a little too hard, and Bobby whacks against something in the back.

“It means that— well, I don’t exactly have a place there, do I? I mean, I know Matt said we could stay until—“

“We’re not doin’ that again.”

“I didn’t think it was all bad.” You say absently, but Franks eyes catch yours in the mirror and his hands grip the wheel even tighter. “But I don’t have a house.”

“Stay with me.” Even after everything you’d done with him, been through with him, he still managed to catch you by surprise.

“Really? You’d want me to live with you?”

“Why? You got a bunch of cats you need to move in or something? You snore?” You don’t want to smile, not with who’s behind you, but he’s impossible not to smile around. “Course I do.”

“Gotta dump the baggage first.” Frank grumbles something under his breath at your words, then turns the car again, too hard. Even you struggle to stay upright. He’s still fighting off the rush of energy he’s feeling running through his veins. “Maybe we should call someone. Go to a doctor, or call Curtis. You’re still jumpy.”

One of his hand’s dropped from the wheel, and after he checked the rear view mirror one more time, confirming Bobby was passed out, his hand landed on your thigh. He did this a lot while he drove, his hand nearly covering the entirety of your thigh. Fingers absently wandering, like he had all the time in the world to tease you, even if he didn’t mean it. This time, he definitely did. His thumb was drawing circles on your skin, his palm slowly dragging the rest of his fingers up.

“Just got to work it out of my system, yeah?” You swallowed, the simmer of heat in your stomach bursting into flames at the horse growl of his voice. He dipped his hand over further, the sensitive skin of your inner thigh twitching in anticipation. You weren’t sure if it was because he was half high on…you, or what he exactly was planning to do, but as his hand gripped you tighter making you jolt in your seat, you sat a little wider. Giving him access. He swore under his breath.

“Yeah. Maybe you should g-go on that run. Work out or something.” He smirked, and held his hand there while you held your breath. He was toying with you, fucking with you, for sure… was he really going to…here? The tip of his fingers were so close, and you were practically sweating now, heart thumping in your ears.

“I think I got a better idea.” He looked at you quickly, his eyes nearly completely black, pupils blown out. Your eyes squeezed shut, at his mercy completely.

Then, his hand slid down slowly, resting where it usually did when he drove. Much lower, and much further away from where you fucking need him right now. When you open your eyes again he’s still smirking, a smart ass look on his face like he knows how worked up he just got you, even when he’s the one with all the extra energy.

All of a sudden, like Frank often encouraged in you, you forgot about everything else except how long this car ride was. You said you wanted to get home, but the more you thought about it, it was less about a destination and more about him. Home.

[next chapter]

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whumpacabra · 4 months

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19. At Anchor

Field medicine, medical treatment, implied nonconsensual drugging, implied past panic attack, bruising, needle use [IV], past trauma, referenced difficulty breathing, referenced starvation, referenced murder

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

“That gonna happen again?”

Harrison looked up at Thomas’ question, dread sinking in his gut as the Wolf’s sobs softened and the anesthesia pulled him under. He shrugged, pulling the shock blanket around his shoulders tighter.

“It happens all the time, Tom.” Dan, for the blooming purple bruise along his jaw and throat, seemed chipper despite the disruption. With the Wolf’s bleeding stemmed and the threat of death put off by a fresh blood bag, the medic was far less intense. “Why don’t you help Mer get him into the house - she can finish cleaning him up. Might be more comfortable under, uh, a woman’s touch.”

Thomas hesitated - he had been outside on the radio for Harrison’s quiet confession. Merrill grabbed the young deputy by the shoulder and began to direct him how to hold the Wolf without aggravating his injuries.

Harrison started to stand to follow, but Dan clamped a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back to the ground.

“No you don’t - you need saline and antibiotics. He’s not going anywhere fast.” Dan’s grip eased as Harrison relaxed, cross legged on the concrete floor. The medic's inspection was brief - antiseptic and wound glue for the gash in Harrison’s hairline, an IV line full of liquids and antibiotics for his chest infection, and -

“How long has it been since you’ve eaten?” The old man’s eyes were shadowed, the question soft. Harrison shrugged, the mild painkillers in the IV easing the aches of his atrophied muscles. “Son, just give me an estimate.”

“A week or so.” He sighed; time in the Box was a fluid and fickle thing to keep track of. “Maybe longer. Not the longest I’ve gone. Had some saltines and water earlier and haven’t hacked it up so far.”

There was something tired in Dan’s eyes as he gestured to Harrison’s bloodstained clothes.

“That from him or you?” Harrison stared at the brown stained burgundy jacket.

“Neither. Wolf - Wolf took care of it. He - he’s dead now. He’s dead.”

“He the one that hurt you boys?”

“One of them. The worst of them.”

“I need you to be honest with me son: are there angry folk looking for you and your friend?”

“Oh, hell yeah.” Harrison nearly choked on the laugh in his throat. “They were pissed even before we - oh my god -” He shuddered, hands tangling in his matted hair to ground himself. “Oh my god they’re going to kill us.”

“Not if we have any say in it.” The deputy spoke with the weight of an older man as he couched next to Harrison’s shivering form. “I don’t know you boys or what you’ve done, but what’s been done to you ain’t right. Whoever hurt you isn’t gonna come within spitting distance without catching a .45 in their gut, I swear to you.”

Harrison swallowed back his bitter words. For Merrill and Thomas' reassurances, it only made the terror in his gut fester. What could the deputy of a one horse town do against helos and turret mounted humvees and whatever else those fuckers would use to scrub out any evidence of their dirty work? What would they do to anyone who stood in their way?

“Okay.” Was all he could settle to say in reply. Thomas’ smile was tight as he nodded to Dan.

“Mind if I ask him some questions?”

“So long as he pipes up if that concussion of his starts getting to him.” Dan had started stripping off his bloodied apron and gloves, tossing them into the puddles of blood on the tarp. “But you, son, best get some rest afterward and let the meds do their work. Fuckin’ miracle either of you are alive let alone up and walking.”

“Yessir.” Harrison nodded, a flash of nostalgia for Merrick’s foul mouthed debriefs. The tangled dog tags in his pockets burned.

“Alrighty then - start small.” Deputy Thomas had a yellow note pad and pencil in hand.

“Who the fuck are you Harrison?”

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

(An AU of my Freelancers series)

#whump #field medicine #medical treatment #nonconsensual drugging #panic attacks #bruising #needle use #past trauma #difficulty breathing #starvation #murder #freelancers au #I’ll link the prev and Masterpost later #oops I was supposed to get up early and drive home and I slept thru all my alarms #my sleep schedule is WHACK lately yall guess lmao #also lol lil call back (forward?) to how harrison opened his interrogation of David in canon

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antichristual · 6 months

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a small fic request: some fluff about Papa IV. pairing can be reader insert / one of the ghouls / OC or platonic relationship is okay, too. maybe a birthday fic would be nice...? 😊 thank you in advance if you will write this 🧡

HELLO ANON🫂 !!! this is my first time doing this, im squealing over the fact that people actually sent in requests..literally so sorry it took me so long to post this, i wrote it like two days after you sent this in and then i just never posted it cuz i didnt like it at the time, i think it okay now though, so here you go! also im not sure if this was for your birthday, but if it is then happy birthday :3 most likely very late

You had been part of the ministry for years now, working alongside Sister Imperator, making sure all of the pieces of the tours stayed on track. Keeping them all together was hard work, and it had slowly taken a toll on you. Sometimes the looming idea of another long day amongst ratty organisers felt like carrying a bag of bricks on your shoulders. You were some hardy earthen clay, but this much going on in your head was a hydraulic press.

It had been a rough day, Sister had said it herself as she sipped on a random cup of coffee she had laying across your planning table. You didn’t know how she did it, keeping all of it in and still making such a wonderful outcome. She had kept you in late today, for some odd reason. All the work was done, you’d already stacked all the maps and papers and booking files for the next tour together in one, intimidating pile. Every time you tried to leave though, she would call you back to look over very random things.

“How does this email look? I want it to be perfect.” Sister Imperator mumbled timidly, with a strangely still smile, like she was keeping a terrible secret to herself. Everybody knew she had the most pristine email skills in the world. It should’ve been criminal how that woman could get anyone under her thumbs with the click of send or a meek phone call. Of course though, you nodded and returned to the table. Leaning down, you ignored the crimp ache in your back and read through the— as expected— incredibly well written message. It was condensed but not lacking what it needed. Simple, quick, effective. That was how she rolled, and she executed it with a clean cut every time.

“It’s…fine, Sister.” You replied after a quick pause, holding a heavy drawl in your voice. It was your birthday, for hell’s sake, and all you’d done all day was work. Your eyes hurt, your spine feels twisted and damn…how does your right leg go half numb? Don’t get it wrong, you loved your job; and you didn’t blame anyone for having you labour on your special day. You were just tired, and yearning for your comforting bed in the abbey.

Sister Imperator closed her laptop with a swift hand, the screen coming down across the keyboard silently. A look of sympathy flashed in her eyes, followed with a sparkle of guilt, almost as if she were hiding something from you. “I’m sorry for keeping you in, you know how this gets.” Her hand waved sluggishly over the table. Following her gesture you pondered over her words, eyes fogging over briefly.

“I do, Sister. It’s not a problem. Um…” You looked sideways hesitantly, your bag hanging limp over your shoulder. “Is that all?”

She opened her mouth quickly to say something, and your knees drew somehow more magnetically drawn to the floor at the idea of her proposing another task. In a split moment, her lips sealed.

Sister’s eyes dashed to the doorway behind you, and a riveting smile dashed across her face. Satan, she looked so excited you half assumed you’d turn around and see the anti-christ himself waltzing in with a pretty bouquet of wild roses. Your feet dragged against the floor as you spun to face the door. You were seriously contemplating popping out to go to the store, and maybe grabbing a nice treat so you could at least get yourself something nice on your day. Almost immediately— after your sleepy head processed the sight in the doorway— a sweet warmth bubbled in your chest.

Copia stood there in his usual zip-up jumper, lazy sweatpants underneath, and the most gorgeously handmade cake ever in his palms. Weakly lit candles burned in the middle, lighting up the cute piped icing around the edge. You swayed on your feet with the soft mellow melting down your heavy limbs.

“Happy birthday!” He blurted awkwardly, removing one hand..dangerously..from the cake to make jazz hands…jazz hand? You just stood there, eyes wide and fatigued, a pure smile tugging helplessly at your lips. Copia shuffled forward to put the small cake on the table before he shucked his hands to his hips, a little proud expression over his usual.

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost copia #copia #papa copia #copia emeritus #papa emeritus iv #the band ghost fanfiction #i dont know how to tag fics #hehe i referenced antichrist copia #antichrist copia propaganda #ghulehma

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saddest-clown · 3 months

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West valley .𖥔 ݁ ˖༘⋆𐦍⊹₊ ⋆｡˚

One shot ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Toji Fushiguro x (afab reader)

WARNINGS: description of violence,toxic behavior,brief mention of sexual behavior and toxic relationships

Small summary: you and Toji have never had the perfect relationship. He’s always doing things to piss you off purposely but you don’t ever plan on leaving no matter what…

Lana del Rey’s Ultraviolence vinyl spun while you sit in your dark and broody living room. Puffing at the lit cigarette that was calling your name all day.

On your left side of your leather couch sat a small table with a bottle of red whine half empty. If you’re neighbors could see you they would think you were the craziest women in the world. Looking ahead at the family portrait that you had done 3 years ago.

Right after your marriage ceremony. You thought it was the best decision you had ever made. Seeing that you love Toji and his son half to death. Things always take a turn.

3 months into your marriage,you and Toni’s relationship had been spiraling off. You had found some interesting…. Text messages in his phone. It was 3:40 am you didn’t get any sleep because of the constant notifications going off.

You decided to just take a tiny look and regret it instantly. You opened the phone to see a conversation with a mysterious women. It wasn’t anything professional. How did you know? Anyone could put two and two together with a nice photo of some blonde woman’s breasts.

At that moment you knew your marriage was gonna be like the ones you see in those 90s films. You sobbed that whole night. You couldn’t even look at him. Going back to your happy place. Wine

Alcohol made you feel better. Especially the expensive wine that your winery presented. Eventually your step son caught on to your addiction. Megumi would get ready to leave for school and he would see you passes out on the kitchen floor.

You and him had a pretty neutral relationship. You two would talk over tea and read books together. But he would you pathetic. He knew that you knew that his father was an asshole who didn’t care about how he treated a woman.

Megumi knew how to treat women because of what he witnessed at home. He would see his dad ignore your constant lectures about things he wouldn’t do around the house or how he comes home late.

Anytime you would have your breakdowns Megumi would take care of the house. Cooking,cleaning,getting the mail, going to get groceries, hell he would even tuck you in HIS bed when you and your husband would argue.

He had a little joke inside his head that he was your husband. Everyone that would come around would see the house and all the work that you and HIM put in and give all the credit to Toji.

He was a very aware child. He knew about his father’s cheating. He had no other choice but to find out after hearing you go on and on about it in a drunken rant.

Megumi started to really hate his dad since the hell began. He still remembers one that day that his father completely blew up and them.

“YOU’RE FUCKING HIM! I KNOW YOU ARE YOU LITTLE SLUT. IVE BEEN A GOOD HUSBAND TO YOU WILL GO OFF AND HAVE AN AFFAIR WITH MY SON’S TEACHER?!”

“Honey I promise I’m not!!! I’m very loyal to you Toji. I LOVE YOU WHY ARE YOU MAKING A SCENE IN YOUR FRONT YARD. We can talk about this inside honey. You’re driving attention to us?!”

Megumi came home to that. He was riding his bike with his best friend Yuji and when they rode up to the family’s house. They seen how everyone was outside they’re homes watching.

“Oh please! You little whore! All the times you’ve went to that school for “parent teacher conferences” I’m his father I should be the one going!?”

“You don’t act like this father! And plus I’ve told you about them?! You just never show up because you’re too busy fucking that blonde hussy!?”

Megumi just sat on his bike’s seat watching his parents yell all their business for the whole neighborhood to hear.

“Dude…You can come to my house if you want..umm I’m sorr-“

“It’s fine Yuji you can go home. I need to be there for her.”

“Okay..dude if you need me just call.”

He nods his head while Yuji rides his bike back home.

He rides up to the two arguing adults attempting to stop the embarrassment and gossip. He knows he won’t make it anywhere with his dad so he takes his step mom’s wrists and lead her inside of the house. Naturally he followed them instead the house.

“Okay can we please talk like civil people? Dad she was just talking to him. Now can we make dinner and move on with our life.”

“I’m not cooking shit for him. After he just embarrassed me like that! He can go to hell.”

Megumi was sweating bullets because of his step mother’s words. He knew his father was a shitty man just as much as he was a shitty husband and father. He was scared that he was gonna hit you and sadly his fears were a reality.

You collapsed on the floor in sobs. Shocked and petrified as the stinging in your face was horrid.

“DAD WHAT THE HELL!”

Toji just looks at him with an unbothered facial expression and turns his back to leave the house.

With a slam of the door Toji left the house.Megumi immediately helped his stepmom off the floor and into bed. That day he knew his parents relationship was bad.

However one day this marriage took a turn for the even worse..

It was the a family dinner,at a relatively expensive restaurant. It was going good until the server was being ver…flirty with your husband.

“Umm Toji you don’t think you’re being very inappropriate right now..saying this is our family dinner and you’re barely even talking to us!?”

You cough into your palm seeing that you’ve turned heads.

“Y/n you’re so dramatic sometimes. Can we not argue for a second please? I’m just trying to be nice so she doesn’t spit in our food or something.”

The rest of the night was awkward. Megumi even left early to sleep over at his friend’s house. Toji let it go after a while when they went back home. He didn’t real care sense he did get her number and would probably get a quick fuck after an argument or day of work.

You decided to handle the matter like women. It was 12:10 you decided to have a small chat with the young woman.

“Holly shit girl! You scared me why are you back here!?”

“Hi sweetie..I just wanted to talk about earlier. I don’t appreciate you flirting with my husband..it was very disrespectful of you to do that in front of my son.”

“Ma’am you’re embarrassing yourself coming to me thinking I cared okay? Your man’s a catch and if he wants me that not really my problem. Now like if you minded could you leave or I’m gonna have to call the police.”

She turns her back and before she takes a step you pull out a double barrel shotgun and shots her in the back of skull. Killing her in an instant.

You couldn’t believe what you had done. You just murdered her?! But you didn’t really feel anything. You knew that she didn’t care about being respectful and apologizing so you didn’t feel anything.

Two days after that your family watched the news to see a headline about a dead waitress.

But the killing didn’t stop here. Every time you found out Toji had an affair with another woman you could kill them. One by one. A shotgun, a stab to the, chest,electrocution,beheading,poisoning,and it gets worse and worse.

But today was different. You knew no matter how many women you killed Toji would never only love you.

You quietly sobbed bathed in blood of a random blonde woman that was in your bed. Megumi walked down the stairs shocked at the site.

You dropped your lit cigarette in the ash tray. The wine glass dropped the floor pieces of glass scattered the floor. Somehow Megumi put the pieces together. All the women going missing or being found dead. He somehow could understand why it was you.

He wasn’t upset at you. He wasn’t disgusted either. He just didn’t understand why his dad?

Why kill over that bastard

Someone like him wasn’t deserving that kind of love. But nothing could convince you otherwise.

He loved his mummy,so he cleaned up the mess. Again,again,again,again,and again.

Cause nothing could ever stop you from loving Toji ੈ♡₊˚•.

#jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #megumi fushiguro #yuji itadori #anime and manga #yandere reader #toxic marriage

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as-above-rp · 2 months

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"Don't chase the rabbit" / for Kairi.

Send me "Don't chase the rabbit" and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse's past.

A voice calls out to Gabe in whispers overlapping, all around him;

'Ah, a new plaything stumbling into my lair? How refreshing. You have the smell of another on you. Someone you hold in high regard. But she has secrets. Would you like to know one?'

A hand reaches out of the shadows, all black and cloaked in smoke, and grabs the front of his face.

'Sleep. And you will dream of a secret. What you do with the knowledge is no concern of mine. I seek only to watch the chaos that unfolds after~'

Gabe's vision would fade, and he would find himself as a first person captive in someone else's memory...

[CW; MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE, FAMILIAL LOSS, HOSPITALS]

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Kairi's body felt heavy all over. It had felt like concrete ever since she woke up in the hospital, with her head and feet being the heaviest of all. The back of her head throbbed from the raised swelling, the stitches holding together the skin that had split from being slammed into the wall a week prior. Everything hurt so much that she had grown completely numb; she didn't even cry when the doctor's came to tell her that her mother had called to deliver the news that her father had passed away. It was just like her mother to not even bother delivering the news in person.

Himeno, Kairi's mother, treated everyone around her like playthings and messengers--mere servants to do her bidding. She didn't lift a finger when Kairi's dad became bed ridden--Kairi had done everything! From administering his medicine to cleaning him up and helping him change, to feeding him--she only left his side to use the restroom herself, or when she was pulled aside for private tutoring. She dropped out of her private middle school to take care of her father before her mother would even consider taking less hours at work. Kairi was happy to take care of her father; but it shouldn't have been her burden alone.

But thanks to her mother, Kairi had missed even being by his side in his final moments.

Her mother had come in while Kairi was administering the treatments that they had both worked on together; a possible cure for their hereditary heart disease. It was his passion, and Kairi had picked up the torch as soon as she was old enough to hold a beaker. But her mother, materialistic and narcissistic as always, saw Kairi injecting the solution into his IV and accused her of trying to kill him. She flew into a rage, saying Kairi was trying to prevent him from meeting with their lawyer to finalize his will. She pleaded with her mother to listen, but she wouldn't hear a word of it. She chased Kairi out of the room with murder in her eyes, fire magic crackling in her hands. Kairi tried to flee, but her mother caught up to her quickly; she was grabbed by the throat and slammed into the wall, splitting a nasty gash in the back of her head. By the time she had gotten herself up off the floor, there were dancing orange and gold lights outside.The last thing she remembered before blacking out, was seeing her father's greenhouse and all his research up in flames.

Now, Kairi was on her way home after the worst week of her young life. Her mother had only come up to the hospital to sign the release forms and take her home. In the 10 days she had spent recovering in the hospital, her mother didn't visit once. And the whole way home, she was griping at her daughter;

"You look like a skeleton. What did they feed you in there? You better not have forgotten to watch your calories while you were being doted on like a spoiled brat."

Kairi just stared down at her hands in her lap, her voice quiet and meek. "Yes, ma'am."

"As soon as you get home, you need to shower and help Millie pack up your father's things." She glanced to Kairi, golden eyes sharp and scrutinizing. "God, your hair is a trainwreck. Did they really have to shave that much off to stitch you up? Honestly, it wasn't even that bad. Did you tell them you had a competition in a week?"

"...no, ma'am." I was unconscious from you slamming my head into a wall, she wanted to say. But Kairi held her tongue--she knew better.

Her mother clicked her tongue in disappointment. "Of course you didn't. Anything to try and get out of the one thing you and I do together. Well we've already paid all the fees and bought your dress. We'll just have to do something else about your hair..."

Her mother's voice became white noise as Kairi looked outside the window. Her looks were one of the few things Himeno took pride in when it came to her daughter; Kairi had bright hazel eyes the color of warm ocean waters, and freckles from head to toe. Her hair was the color of wheat, shiny, thick and healthy hanging down to the middle of her back. She was the spitting image of her father, down to her nose. The only physicality she had of her mother was her strength and her curves, but her diet was strict so that she didn't get too plump in the wrong places. Kairi didn't inherit any of her mother's Oni traits; no horn, no red skin, no golden eyes. Her mother always said it was a good thing. Macro men didn't like women who looked like demons, she would say. Kairi could care less.

When they got home, Millie was waiting for them on the front steps. She greeted Kairi with a warm smile and an eager hello. Kairi tried to muster a hello in kind, but she could barely even manage the faintest curl of her lips into a forced smile. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the charred frames of their greenhouse leaning around the side of the house. Kairi didn't dare look at it.

Her mother walked right past her, but stopped to glare at Kairi after she'd stepped inside. "Are you listening to me? I said go take your shower. NOW."

"...Yes, ma'am."

Her mother rolled her eyes and turned her back to them, pulling out her phone. As she disappeared down a hallway, Millie leaned down to speak to Kairi.

"Miss Kairi do you need any help washing your hair? I don't imagine you should be getting the stitches wet."

Kairi shook her head. She had been surrounded by strangers, noise, and potent smells for 10 days. She just wanted some time alone.

"Alright. I'll be in your father's room getting things ready. If you need anything, just come and find me."

With a nod, Millie left to go upstairs. Kairi stood alone in the foyer, slowly looking around. She was in fact home...but it didn't feel like a home anymore. It felt just as sterile and lifeless as the hospital. There were no smells of hot oil, or seafood, or spices anymore. The plants here were expensive fakes. It was warm, but not in a welcoming and cozy way; warm in the same way a sauna or a gym felt--suffocating and sticky. She would have almost preferred the freezing cold of her hospital room.

Eventually, Kairi made her way over to the stairs leading up to the second floor. She dared not to move too quickly, lest she be hit with another fainting spell and end up passed out at the bottom of the steps. She passed the reading room, her own bedroom, and stopped in front of the bathroom door. The next door down was the spare room her father had been using when he was on bedrest--her mother had him moved there when the equipment 'kept her from getting any sleep'. Kairi forced herself to turn back to the bathroom door and step inside. She undressed from the tshirt and sweats her mother had brought for her to change into, and passed the sink to turn on the shower...but she stopped when she caught a reflection of herself in the mirror. She really did look like her father; sunken eyes and tired bags, a paleness to her already fair skin. She reached up to feel the back of her head, running her fingers over the stitches and soft buzzed hair around it. It was rather large, a 4 inch split with 14 stitches holding everything together, and an extra inch and a half shaved around the whole thing. Trying to style her hair to cover it would be tedious, but doable with how long it was...

And then, an idea hit her. An impulsive one. Kairi looked at the top drawer on the left side of the sink. She stared at it for a few seconds before opening it up. Slender fingers reached in and pulled out the electric razor she had been using to fix her father's hair when we was too weak to go out to get it cut. She remembered the first time she tried to use it on him, when she left a large bald spot on the top of his head. She was mortified, but he just laughed and made a joke about always wanting to see how he'd look as one of the Three Stooges. The memory made her smile a little, and tears sting in her eyes.

Kairi sniffled, and looked back at her tired reflection in the mirror. She could see her father in the wet reflection of her own hazel eyes, the same color as his, putting a hand on her shoulder for encouragement. She turned on the razor, the blades whirring to life. Taking a deep breath, and keeping one hand over her stitches to protect them, she made the first swipe down the middle of her head.

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crazycrippledqueer · 6 months

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CCQ's Tips for Showering

I'm physically & mentally disabled & these are some things that have helped me with showering & some more general hygiene things.

-use a shower chair or stool

-long scrub brushes for your back & legs & anywhere else you can't reach

-grab bars/railings can be so helpful (and keeping a waterproof cane close by too)

-pivot transfer mats or transfer boards or one of those shower chairs that has a bit that sticks out of the tub to make transferring easier

-if you choose to shave, doing it with electric razor in bed

-unscented soaps & shampoos

-leaving caps of your soap bottles unscrewed so you can open them on your own

-flexible removable shower head on a hose

-if you're short like me & your feet dangle from shower chair even on the lowest setting, a plastic stool under your feet can make it much more comfortable

-grippy mat on tub floor to decrease chance of falls

-using the bathroom right before shower to decrease the chance of incontinence (mileage may vary depending on your particular situation)

-keeping all soaps & things in easy arms reach from the shower chair (there's baskets that adhere to the side of tubs ive found helpful)

-laying towels over yourself if being undressed is triggering for you (especially if someone else is helping you in the shower)

-this is personal preference but i like having a towel on my wheelchair so it isn't as bad of a sensory issue when i get out (and keeps my chair dry)

-play nontriggering media or media you know will keep your mind occupied (if it won't distract you to where you can't remember what you're doing)

-hang a laminated page of the steps of showering (however detailed you need to be). i haven't found a good way of marking off yet where i am in the process, but even still having it has been helpful to remind me what needs doing

-if you hurt from cold, using a space heater to warm the bathroom before shower time can be helpful

-leaning your head forward and resting your elbows on your knees to wash hair

-prioritize. i always do pits & privates first in case i start struggling too much physically or mentally & need to get out before i'm all the way done.

-having a shower day & no expectation of anything else getting done. that's thursday for me. it gives me a day i know will be for shower & the rest of the week (especially physical tasks) i plan around shower day. this also helps me plan infusion set changes (i don't like using sets that have gotten wet)

-laying a chux pad on the bed (over or under a towel depending on your preference) if you don't like putting brief on while you're still damp

-having a nice little reward planned can be nice. usually for me that looks like laying in bed & watching one of my favorite shows. nice to have something to look forward to for after

-also for after, if you get that bone cold hurt after showering, a heated blanket can help some

-if you have someone in your life you really trust, you can ask them to help. you can also hire an aide to help you

When I can't shower:

-no rinse soap is a lifesaver. i like whatever that generic pump one is from walgreens. baby wipes work okay, but not as well in my experience

-no rinse shampoo too. i've had the best luck with the cap types

-bidet on the toilet if you can swing it

-deodorant that works with your body chemistry

-clean clothes can go a long way if you can manage changing (or learning how to dress/undress without being uncovered, i usually put the new shirt/dress on over the old to stay covered)

I'm probably forgetting some things. If I remember anything else I'll update this list. Stay safe everyone 🤍

#hygiene #disabled #disability tips #living with disability #shower #actually disabled

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bmckay1120 · 6 months

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The Healer

Summary: After Chris Argent is left on her doorstep it falls to Brylee McCall to take care of him. Old feelings start churning and she’s not sure how to handle them while her new house guest settles in.

Pairings: Chris Argent x Brylee McCall and past Derek Hale x Brylee McCall

Warnings: Blood, nursing things , lots of fluff in this part!!

*Not my Gif but all my writing!!

Part 3

As the day progressed so did his infection. It was as if nothing I threw at it worked. His fever would drop then spike again. The red lines thankfully didn’t grow, but they refused to recede. One promising sign was he had gained an appetite. He held down soup and crackers well, though I didn’t want to risk him eating anything heavier.

Chris refused to go to bed during the day. However he dozed on the couch for a little while in the afternoon. Anytime I mentioned moving to the guest room, he brushed me off. Claiming he wasn’t tired, which was a lie anyone could see. And that he wanted to be alert for a few more hours. I couldn’t determine if he was afraid to go back to sleep, or if he felt something might be coming for the house. Maybe he was afraid of the beast that had attacked him.

I hadn’t ever seen the man afraid before. Scared. He was steel through and through. So seeing this softer, more vulnerable side of him was something new for me. I had watched him slay beasts, chase my brother, and hunt down Derek. It was harder than I realized watching him be a weaker version of himself.

Dark rolled around and I finally coaxed him into the bed of my guest room. To his displeasure I pampered him and made sure he was comfortable. With the placement of his new scar it was difficult finding a position that didn’t agitate it. Eventually, with more pillows than I could count and at least fifty flips, we finally found something that controlled the pain.

I had checked his wound along with his vitals one more time before finally leaving him for the night. I set an alarm for three to check him again. I was hoping the new round of antibiotics would send him to sleep. He wouldn’t take any kind of pain killer despite how much he was hurting.

I took a fast shower. Cleaning up blood I had missed and the overall stench of gore. Once I slipped into my pajamas I allowed myself to relax in bed. The softness of the mattress overtook me and I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Too soon I was woken by a loud thud and a groan. I was up on my feet in less than a second, rushing into the guest bedroom. Chris was laying on the floor, blood pooling on his tee shirt, looking more annoyed than I had ever seen him.

His blush still hadn’t left his cheeks. I kneeled beside him, “What are you doing?”

He let out a huff of annoyance. “Just wanted some water. Thought I had the strength to make it to the kitchen.”

“Well, you don’t. You should have called me.”

He only groaned again in response. Most likely he had torn some stitches loose. His IV was still placed in his arm and everything else looked to be normal. Though I feared his fever was starting to spike again with the sweat covering his forehead.

I slowly sat him up to face me. “You’re going to have to help me get you back into bed. Hold on to me and I’ll help you stand.”

Easily he stood up, leaning heavily on me. The warmth coming from him was unnatural. Once he was up I eased him back into bed, lifting his feet to rest comfortably like we had done before. Only I laid him down a little flatter than before so I could look at his wound.

As I pulled up the tape I saw four ripped stitches which had already stopped bleeding. I let out a huff of my own. Without another word to him I went to the exam room, grabbed gloves and a suture kit, then poured him a glass of water. He was fidgeting with the IV line when I entered.

“I’m sorry,” he said while I sat down on the bed and started getting things ready to stitch him up again. “I really thought I could make it. I didn’t want to wake you.”

The red lines and puffiness were still prominent around his three slashes. If they didn’t clear up soon I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I doubted he would let me take him to Beacon Hills for treatment. Not to mention, how was I going to explain his condition to the doctors?

“It’s okay, just please don’t do this again. I don’t have enough suture kits to replace all of your stitches,” I answered as I put on my gloves.

He smiled at me. “Okay.”

“Do you want something to numb the area,” I asked, though I knew the answer before he gave it to me.

“No, thanks.”

I set to work, cleaning the area and trying to keep any other kind of bacteria out of the wound. I don’t know how he was sitting still. With the infection I was sure that the edges of the deep slash were extra sensitive. But the only sign of discomfort that he showed was furrowing his brow and grinding his teeth.

As I started the first stitch I asked him a question. Something to distract him a little from what I was doing. “So where did you go when you left last year?”

“What,” he asked, not taking his eyes from my hands on his side.

“You never said where you were going when you left. A few hunters that came in two months ago said they knew you, and saw you in Virginia,” I continued my work. Undoing the broken stitch and replacing it with a new clean one.

“I ended up in Virginia before I was called here. But when I left I was only a few counties away. My wife grew up there, and I knew a few hunters who could get me some work,” he answered.

“You don’t talk about her often.”

He sucked in a sharp breath as I pulled another broken stitch. “There’s not much to talk about really. We weren’t… in love. We really only married each other out of necessity, mixed with a bit of loneliness. When she died it was more like losing a good friend rather than a wife.”

“That sounds…”

“Sad, I know. But it worked for us. And it gave us Allison.”

I wondered if he would have gone back and changed anything now. If he wished that something hadn’t brought him to Beacon Hills. If he wished he had never married Allison’s mother so he wouldn’t have the heartbreak of losing them both. But he seemed a little better about it now. Not bitter about how things ended for him. Rather just nostalgic.

“Are you still seeing your lover boy,” he asked in a playful tone.

I yanked a little harder on the next stitch that I pulled out. “What lover boy?”

“Derek. I thought you two had become an item when I left,” he said a little more cautiously.

I thought back to the few sparse nights Derek and I had spent together. It made me wonder how Chris had known about it. We had never told anyone else about it. Mostly because I didn’t want to freak out Scott. And Derek wasn’t one to go prancing around about the details of his love life.

Fighting the blush that came to my cheeks I continued to tie the new stitch together. “It wasn’t really anything. Didn’t last long. I was sad, and lonely. He was too.”

This isn’t the conversation I had in mind to distract him. It felt weird talking to him about my love life. About Derek, whom he’d tried to hunt down on multiple occasions. About any of my past romances in general.

I started on the final torn stitch. Pulling it out slowly and steadily. Then starting on threading and tying the new one. I felt the strap of my tank top fall off of my shoulder as I worked. But with my hands gloved and in the middle looping thread through an open wound, I couldn’t reach up and fix it.

One strong finger looped under the strap and returned it to its rightful place. His gentleness tickled my skin, making chill bumps appear on my skin. I repressed the shiver that threatened to run down my spine. When he was done his fingers still lingered close to my skin. “It’s his loss,” he whispered.

I went on as if I didn’t hear him. As if the words didn’t send butterflies into my stomach. Like nothing had transpired between us. But the warmth of his fingers still lingered on my skin. And that feeling alone made me want to burst at the seams.

“Where will you go after this,” I asked. Trying to shake everything his nearness made me feel.

He finally let his hand drop back to the bed, making sure to keep some distance from my bare thigh. “It depends on a lot of things. How fast I get out of here, and if Maddie and Josh have caught the monster two counties over yet. Are you determined to get rid of me?”

“With your condition, I won’t be getting rid of you anytime soon. You’ll need some time to recover, and kick this infection.”

“You don’t look too happy,” he said, his eyes starting to fade again as his energy started to deplete.

I finished the last stitch and returned the bandage to where it rested before. I’d put a fresh one on him in the morning. Slipping off my gloves I put everything in the bag of the suture kit to throw away later. I finally looked at those blue eyes of his. “I’m not happy about your condition. I am happy that you’re in my care though.”

Small, tired smiles filled both of our features.

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