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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 1 year

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You’re Alive Pt. 4

Pt. 3 HERE

Word count: 2.2K

Summary: when you wake up in a hospital bed, finally you find out why it is that everyone’s been leaving you behind.

Warnings: mentions of depression, suicide attempt (overdose), seizures, hospital, angst

Pairing: Wednesday X Fem!Reader

Part 4 is finally here! I’m sorry if it kept you waiting, but with the shadow ban and everything, It was delayed a lot. I hope it was worth the wait🖤✨

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Where am I? What is this place? It feels so calm, so peaceful, yet so… empty. This feeling… I don’t like it. It’s not really a feeling, I’m not feeling anything. Emptiness, is what I could call it even if it’s not quite the same. I feel things around me, I feel people around me, I hear voices, frenetic ones perhaps. I’m having these flashes of people around me, I feel people’s hands on me. Did someone find me? Am I in a hospital and… am I dying? Did I finally die?

“She’s having a seizure! Move her on her side” the doctors instructed as you felt their hands on you and felt liquids being pushed into you from some syringes. Your eyes were shut close but you could hear and feel everything.

Stop touching me, why is this so hard for you to understand? I want to die. If I didn’t want to die I wouldn’t have gotten myself in this situation. Please just Let me go, I don’t want to be here anymore.

“(Y/N), please, please I’m begging you don’t leave me. I need you, we need you. Please you have a long life ahead of you and I’ll be with you forever. Please just come back to me..” She said sobbing.

Who is this? Is this Wednesday? Did she come back for me? And why is she telling me she’ll be with me forever? Does she really mean it? Is she going to leave me again? Is she going to stay? But then if she is, I want to be with her, I want to love her and spend my life with her.

You stopped seizing and everyone in the room took a sigh of relief, doctors cleaning the liquid that had formed in your mouth from the seizure and then they attached a new IV drip to you, hoping that you’d recover. “This should be the downfall of her overdose. She shouldn’t get any worst after this so she should be in the clear. We will still check on her to be sure, but she should recover in no time. In the mean time, Mrs Weems” the woman stood up, she was still your guardian after all, and even if you were now an adult, it was clear that you couldn’t tend to yourself. “We’re gonna need to set her up some sessions with a psychiatrist when she wakes up, but we’re gonna need your permission. She can say she doesn’t want to go but given her conditions you’re the one making choices for her.” The woman nodded and the doctor left the room, leaving you alone with who used to be your girlfriend and your “mother figure”.

Wednesday just sat there next to your bed, holding your hand and crying silently, tears that she kept on wiping, refusing to be this weak again. She had already been too weak when she found you almost dead in what used to be her bed, and she had been feeling ashamed for showing emotions in front of Weems in the first place. In front of you she didn’t mind, but in front of Weems, no, she couldn’t. “It’s okay to cry, Wednesday…” Weems said, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t touch me” the brunette warned as she continued holding your hand, but the woman insisted. “You need to learn to show emotions… I’m worried about her too.” Wednesday wasn’t having any of it. “Just shut up! You don’t get to do this, you don’t get to be here and try to comfort me when this is clearly all your fault! You forced us to leave, you forced all of us to pretend we’re dead because of some fucking mistake you did! And she was the one to suffer for it and you knew she would, yet you didn’t care!” Wednesday almost shouted. She couldn’t bare to just be quiet anymore.

The girl got up and walked towards the taller woman, clenching her fists and her jaw before speaking. “All these years I’ve wanted nothing more than to just be with her, I knew what she would be going through, you knew that too! Yet not once did you care! You raised her, she’s like your daughter and you just treated her like crap, you treated her like your experiment and not once did you care that she was hurting and that she didn’t live the life she deserved. This,” she said indicating to you “this is all your fault. You basically forced us to hurt her, so you don’t get to be here and tell me that it’s okay to cry.” The woman was about to speak back when you, who had woken up for a while now, spoke. “S-she forced you?” You asked weakly. Wednesday turned around and seeing you awake she ran to you and hugged you tightly, your head was pounding and it ached a lot, but you hugged her back.

“(Y/N), are you okay? How do you feel?” Wednesday asked, but you ignored her question and sat up. “What does she mean when she said you forced her?” You asked Weems. It had been a lot since you last saw her, but what you heard didn’t make her look really good. “(Y/N), this is a story for another day.” The woman smiled and walked over to you. “No, I want to hear it now. I want to hear why you left me here alone all these years thinking you were all dead, when you were actually living a happy life somewhere else. I want to know why you decided to make me suffer like this.” The woman remained quiet and looked down, Wednesday looked at her, sending daggers with her glare “if you don’t tell her I will” Weems stayed quiet so Wednesday sat on your bed and took your hand.

“Ever since you came at Nevermore, Larissa’s plan started. Do you remember when there was the Hyde attacking people?” You nodded at her question. It was never one Hyde. It had always been two. Ever since you came at Nevermore she drugged you, took you to the hyde’s cave, transformed you, made you kill people and then erase your memories with the help of a witch, her friend perhaps.” You looked at her in shock. “N-no, I’m not a hyde. That’s not possible, I’m not a hyde” you repeated. Wednesday squeezed your hand and sighed. “You don’t remember that because that siren was good enough. You’re not actually a real hyde, but with some kind of potion you became one for a really short period. No one knew about this until the final battle. Weems felt guilty after seeing you so scared, and she forced us to leave you, making you think we were dead because she was scared that you could kill all of us, and she didn’t want to be the one to kill you nor did she want to see you die.”

You were shocked enough to say the least, you didn’t know what to reply, how to react. “None of this makes any sense, please tell me you’re lying to me… Larissa, tell me she’s lying to me” you said, you really hoped she was just lying and they were making fun of you. “She’s not, my dear… I’m sorry” Larissa said and looked down. Once again you lost a mother figure, you had been lied to almost your entire life and now more people were lying to you, it hurt, it didn’t feel good. “Get out” you said as tears made their way to your eyes. “(Y/N)-“ you interrupted her “GET THE FUCK OUT” you yelled and watched her leave. Wednesday tried to calm you down but it wasn’t working. The IV working as well as the too many emotion made you want to throw up. You turned around and threw up on the floor all while crying and Wednesday held your hair back. “You’re okay mi amor, you’ll be okay…” she whispered and caressed your back in attempt to soothe you.

When you were finished and sat back up to look at her, you looked at Wednesday with tears in your eyes, while she took a tissue and cleaned your mouth. “Nes I-I’m so sorry…” you said and tried not to sob. “All this time I blamed you, I blamed you for hurting me while it was all her fault, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry please forgive me” you said and burst out crying, your own shaky hands on your face covering it and wiping your own tears. “(Y/N)… I should be the one to ask for your forgiveness. I never told you anything, I never stayed. I hurt you either way… I promised you I’d stay when I knew I wouldn’t, I never let you know I was fine, all of us were pawns in her game. Will you forgive me?” Wednesday looked at you with sad, hopeful eyes. She never wanted to be away from you longer than necessary, now she wasn’t going to leave your side. You looked at her while sobbing before just leaning in her arms, she held you as tight as she could and you heard a shaky breath escape her lips. Wednesday was so relieved to finally see you were okay, after a long dark period there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel, and you taught her that.

“I went through hell…” you started, all while in Wednesday’s arms. You had both laid down in your hospital bed and Wednesday was hugging you while you hid your face in her neck. “When the psychologists asked me if I still thought of you, the reply was obvious… because I thought of you every day. And the only thing I wanted to keep remembering was your voice… fuck I wanted so bad to just be able to hear it forever, but with time… I forgot about that. With time my vision of you started getting distorted, I didn’t remember what you looked like anymore, and I’d pay thousands of dollars just to go back to the first time we met, and feel what I felt when I first started talking to you… and we went through all this shit just to end up being strangers again like the first time, this maybe, was the greatest heartbreak…” you gripped Wednesday’s shirt, trying not to cry again as she pulled you closer to her.

“And I hoped that maybe someday we’d meet again, in another world, another body, another time, another life. Like the soulmates meant to find each other in each life, you know?” You gave a small smile that only you were aware of. “I even got to a point when the mention of your name would hurt me a lot, it’d cause me panic attacks, nightmares… I felt so guilty for not having been able to save you that day. And then Weems? I fucked myself up getting attached to her. She was like a mother to me, and I put in it all of myself to be a good daughter for her. But I tried, didn’t I? Goddammit, at least I did that. Still, it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. I was never enough and I’m learning it just now.” Your tears were staining Wednesday’s black sweatshirt, but she didn’t care.

“Before this day, before you, I didn’t really know what love was. And I kept on thinking, What if you take the chance, what if you risk your heart, what if you crash it into someone who genuinely inspires you, and they choose you? What if they love you the way you always desired to be loved? What if they hug your broken pieces back together, and bring you soup when you're sick, and fill your life with the sunniest, most tender kind of happiness? What if they grow you, and encourage you, and teach you that love was always meant to be soft? That it was always meant to feel the way it feels when you are with them? What if they make you understand why it never worked out with anyone who came before them? What if they stay?” You never thought that such words could come from you, yet here you were. And those words left Wednesday speechless too.

She moved so that you two were now lying in bed and facing each other, and she hesitantly brought a hand up to your cheek to caress it with her thumb. You leaned in for the touch as a tear rolled down your cheek, which she wiped. “This person is you. It was you, it is you and it will always be you and I don’t care what you say, even if you didn’t stay physically, you stayed in my head, in my memory, in my heart. But now I just want some peace, can we at least have that?” You said, whispering the last sentence as you snuggled up to her and she held you tighter, letting you hide once again your face in the crook of her neck. “My love, of course we can have some peace… now that you know everything, it’s time you come back with me and meet with everyone else too.”

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julessworldd · 2 years

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If you have time, please could you do one with poly guns where they go out drinking after being in the studio and get arrested but she was so worried about them that she's mad when she finds out and let's them stew in the silent treatment?

Warnings: drunk behavior, cussing, arguing, jealousy, kinda toxicish? Depends how you read it. Anyways enjoy <33

The boys were working on there double album before they started touring again. I was so happy for them and growing success, I was their #1 supporter! I was at home trying to deep clean, Duff and Izzy usually help me but they’ve been so busy. Billy Idol’s White wedding was finishing up as I rubbed the counters down. 12AM, the stove clock read, “I really hope they’re not piss drunk”, looking at the freshly mopped floor. I grabbed a Coke out of the fridge, before sitting down in the living room.

Skid Row was being interviewed on MTV, I watched it for a good while before dozing. 3:45AM, Tv was playing gray telling me it was too damn late. I looked at the door, not one pair of shoes weren’t there. “What the fuck?” I groaned, something wasn’t right. The phone rang, making my stomach drop. “Please don’t be in the hospital or jail. For the love of God!” “Y/n, baby! Thank god you’re awake. We need you to be bail us out” Duff said, I could tell he was drunk but slowly coming to. “God damn it! What happened?”, I sighed. “Too much liquor, just hurry please”, Duff said. “I’m gonna murder you, idiots”, I hung up. I got dressed and grabbed some bail money.

“I’m here to bail Guns N Roses out”, I sighed. “They still have 2 hours until they can leave the drunk tank. But you can pay the bail now”, the lady officer smiled. “That’s fine. Can you tell the big blonde that if this happens again at least tell me it’s gonna be a good while. Acting like he’s gonna be traded for smokes”, I rolled my eyes. Lady grinned, “Do you want some coffee, love?” “Please. If you don’t mind”, I sat down.

“Y/n, oh thank god you came!”, Duff said. “Y/n, baby!”, Axl grinned. “Let’s go, I’m exhausted!”, I walked towards the car. It was 6:48AM when we got home and I wanted nothing more to sleep until 5pm.

“Good night, don’t bother me! Unless you’re bleeding and death is gripping you tight”, I said walking upstairs to my room. I haven’t slept there in 3 yrs. Sleeping with one of the boys always. But I was beyond pissed. “We fucked up”, Izzy said.

It was 4:30, when I I woke up or felt like seeing those idiots. I walked downstairs to the kitchen, Slash and Duff were at the table with notepads, “Hey baby” Slash said. I grabbed my cup down and a couple tea bags(your choice of tea). “Y/nn”, Duff sang. I walked out to the pool, ignoring them. I walked back inside as Steven and Duff were cooking dinner. “We’re making your favorite, sugar”, Duff said with a smile on his face. I slammed my door, deciding to call Nikki. Motley was back in town for a bit, Nikki was like my older brother. “Hey Nikki, are you busy?”

I threw a pair of leather pants, hunter green crop top, Doc Martens on. Teased my hair a bit, finishing my winged eyeliner. “Perfect timing, baby. Here’s your plate”, Duff. “Later”, I skipped to living room, shutting the door as Nikki pulled up. “So what’s bothering my little peanut?”, Nikki asked. “The boys got arrested last night for being too damn drunk. It was 3am when Duff called begging to be bailed out”, I sighed. “I’m sorry, should have called me I would have got ‘em”, Nikki smiled. “I still would be pissed, Nik but thank you for the offer”, I replied.

“Just wish they would stop acting like kids at times. It’s getting annoying dealing with them piss drunk, I have five drunks to control. God, you think Axl’s ego and attitude is bad when he’s sober. Fuck me, it’s worse when he’s plastered, Izzy isn’t better. Duff’s seven foot ass with my 4 foot ass”, I ran a hand through my hair. “I’m sorry, Princess. Just breathe, enjoy the ride”, Nikki said patting my knee. Nikki pulled up to the house, “Hey call me if you need me to come get you. I got a huge empty house, you know?”, Nikki smiled, hugging me. “Thanks Nik, you’re the best!”, I kissed his cheek. It was 10:30pm, everyone would be up still. Might as well face em, might not be as drunk as last night.

Five heads spun as I opened the door, “Care to enlighten us on why you pulled up with Nikki?”, Axl asked. “Care to enlighten me on why caused you guys to end up in jail last night?”, I spat back. “We were having fun”, Izzy said. “Same here”, I walked upstairs, slamming my door. 15 minutes later, I heard a knock. “What now?” Duff opened the door, giving me “I’m sorry for fucking up” smile. “Michael”, I said, shutting my calendar. “I’m sorry for last night and making you bail us out. I should have controlled us better, just that we’re so close to finishing the albums. We got happy and went over board”, Duff said sitting on the bed. “Ya think, McKagan?”

It was silent, Duff laid his head on my lap, tracing my thighs. “Can you ever forgive us? I hate when you’re upset with us” “I guess, I understand you guys are happy and can’t wait to tour again. But you guys are in your late twenties, you gotta grow up some. It’s getting exhausting taking care of you guys piss drunk and high as a fucking kite”, I sighed, playing with Duff’s hair. “I promise to do better and grow up some for you. I’m sorry we’ve treated you this way, you are an Angel for putting up with us much as you do”, Duff kissed my tummy that was showing. “Apology accepted, D. Sorry for missing dinner” “it’s okay it wasn’t as good without you here. Did Nikki feed you at least?”, Duff asked. “Yup, gremlin was fed before midnight”, I giggled. “Damn he remembered”, Duff kissed my thighs.

#duff mckagan #izzy stradlin #slash #axl rose #steven adler #poly guns #guns n roses x reader #Nikki sixx is the best bestie <3

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incendio22 · 1 year

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FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL

Chapter 28: Winless Fight

Ominis has left the Hospital Wing, but for obvious reasons he is not going to any classes or taking the final exams. Despite Imelda's efforts to restore his memory, he didn't see how anything made sense. Or why Imelda was the person trying to help him. At this point I'm desperate for a friend, so I decide to talk to him. Maybe he can give me some of his wisdom words.

He's in the common room and I walk up to him. Next to him is a cup of tea.

''Hi Ominis,'' I say to make him aware of my presence.

''Oh, hi Y/n,'' he says with a slight smile. ''How are you?''

We haven't exchanged more than two sentences and he already made me feel at ease.

''Well. I've had better days,'' I tell him. ''But the most important thing is, how are you?''

''I'm glad you ask,'' he says in a kind voice. ''Of course, I'm confused. But I also have this feeling in my body, telling me that this has been a weird year. So I'm a little relieved I've forgotten all of it.''

''Do you remember anything at all?'' I ask him curiously.

''To be honest, the last thing I remember is actually talking to you about Sebastian,'' he says and looks confused. ''I'm not sure if you remember, but I told you to stay away from him. That you were gonna get hurt.''

I nod, not that he can see it. I struggle to find words for it. This is harder than I expected.

''I don't know what happened to me,'' Ominis says in a low voice. ''But can you please tell me if Sebastian had anything to do with it?''

I'm not sure what to tell him. Of course Sebastian was aware, but he had nothing to do with Ominis' memory being erased. If anyone is responsible for that, it's me. For dragging him into the prophecy.

''He didn't,'' I lie.

Ominis looks as if he's thinking really hard.

''What happened between you two, by the way?'' he asks in a low voice. ''I know you liked him.''

''We're together now,'' I tell him in a soft voice. ''And you were okay with it.''

''Did someone use a confusion potion on me?'' he asks and chuckles.

''He's barely spoken to me since this happened to you,'' I tell him, hoping for some wise words. ''We spent the entire year chasing each other, but now he just seems off.''

Ominis sits quietly.

''I know you like him. But if I'm being completely honest with you,'' he starts and gives me a sympathetic smile. ''You knew what you got yourself into. I warned you. If you love him, then I understand why you would try to fix this. But for me, after what he did last year, I wouldn't let myself waste too many tears on someone like him.''

''Ominis,'' I say. ''We both forgave him for that. It took time, but we did. Now he's just broken that he lost his best friend. Twice.''

''I'm heading off.'' Ominis says in a slightly upset tone before he walks away and leaves me alone.

I spend the day on my own. I study alone, I eat dinner alone, I walk the castle grounds alone. Never in my life have I felt so lonely. Not even quidditch practice brings me the joy it normally does. Naturally it takes my mind away from everything, but I don't leave the pitch feeling as light as I normally do. Afterwards I head straight to the Undercroft. It's empty.

I lean against the wall and burst into tears. I can't help myself, they simply start rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably. I sit down and pull my knees to my face, burying it. The door opens and I see Sebastian in the doorway.

''What's this?'' he asks and walks over to me.

He sits down and puts his arm around me.

''Talk to me,'' he says without any feelings in his voice, but rather as if he's obligated to ask.

I want to talk, but no words seem to come out of my mouth and he simply accepts it.

''Anne reached out,'' Sebastian breaks the silence. ''She's coming to Feldcroft this summer.''

I force a smile.

''I'm so glad to hear that,'' I tell him as I force my voice to sound happy.

''As am I,'' he says in a soft voice. ''Of course, it doesn't mean that she's forgiven me. But it's a step in the right direction.''

I'm glad for his sake. I know how much Anne means to him and how much it would mean for him to have her in his life. But I can't help feeling a bit terrified. If he has Anne, will he need me? I push the thought away.

''I have barely seen you last week,'' he says in a low voice.

''You haven't been around,'' I say quickly in a harsh voice.

''I've been struggling. You know that,'' his voice is getting harsh as well.

''I am very well aware of that,'' I raise my voice slightly. ''But you're not the only one who's been having a hard time.''

He gives me a frustrated look.

''Why are you acting crazy?'' he asks in a lower voice, which makes me feel dumb.

''Are you for real?'' I ask in a calm voice while raising my eyebrows and shaking my head. ''You can't be.''

''You are, though,'' he says. ''Why can't you see how bad the last weeks have been for me?''

Is he delusional? I need to hold back so I don't say the mean things that I'm thinking, because he must be out of this world if he doesn't realize that I have been there for him and he hasn't been there for me.

''You haven't asked me once how I've been,'' I say in a disappointed voice. ''Not once.''

''Well,'' he seems to think about what he's going to say next. ''You're right. I haven't. I thought you could handle yourself. You're not a child.''

This man is getting on my last nerve. He's obviously trying to hurt me and he is doing it successfully. I never expected to hear these things from him and I'm wondering what has gotten into him.

''I have been here for you,'' I almost snarl the words out of my mouth. ''I have held you, I have checked up on you and I have listened. Not because you asked me to, but because I love you and I want to be with you. For better or worse.''

He gives me a surprised look.

''Oh, and this is the price I pay for that?'' he asks, stretching his arms out in frustration.

I stand up and can't even look at him. Why is he acting like this? My mind quickly reminds me of his tendency to self sabotage when things are too good.

''Please, Sebastian,'' my voice lowers as I try to calm myself down. ''You're trying to push me away. Please, don't.''

''No,'' he argues. ''You're the one who pushed me away.''

I don't know what to say to him. Despite me being disappointed in him, I want us to fix things. To be there for each other.

''Darling,'' the word slips out of my mouth before I finished processing it. ''Please.''

He moves further away from me.

''No,'' he says promptly. ''I can't do this right now, Y/n. I'm really sorry.''

''No,'' I argue back. ''You need to get yourself together. This isn't you. Please, Sebastian, please be reasonable with me.''

''This really isn't about you, I promise,'' he says in a soft voice. ''I have so many things I need to figure out and I don't want to hurt you in the process.''

''You're not doing this,'' I say as I shrug my head. ''Don't you see that you're hurting me right now?!''

''Please, it will only get worse if you stick around,'' his eyes are pleading. ''Please, Y/n. You deserve someone better than me.''

I stare into his eyes, but he's avoiding eye contact.

''You don't get to decide what I deserve and don't,'' I say firmly. ''I do that. And you're the one that I want.''

''I'm gonna leave now,'' Sebastian says and stands up.

''No,'' I argue. ''I'm leaving. And when you've got your stuff figured out and feel ready for something serious, you can send me an owl.''

I walk out of the Undercroft, leaving him alone. I have no words for how sad and disappointed I am. Why is he pushing me away like this? Why is he actively trying to hurt me with his words? The sadness quickly turns into anger. If he doesn't want me around, I won't chase him. If he can't be emotionally mature, I am not responsible to fix him. That's on him. Eventually, someday, he'll be able to see that I gave it my all. And maybe he'll understand why I left.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #slytherin #fanfic #fanfiction #for the hope of it all

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thearvariblues · 2 years

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Day 7: “You’re so beautiful.” + your favorite trope

I couldn’t pick one, so the tropes are “there was only one bed” and “found family”.

You can find the whole fic using this tag, or you can check it out on AO3. :)

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“And now we go through the last door…” Vegas’ voice says just as the door starts to open. “And look who it is! Who is it, Ven?”

“Pa!” an excited child in his arms shrieks.

“Venice!” Pete beams, extending his uninjured arm. “Oh, my precious baby, pa missed you so much…”

“Just Ven?” Vegas grins and places his son on Pete’s lap.

“I saw you yesterday. Thoroughly.”

“Ugh. Gross,” Macau says as the door slams shut. “Though I heard pretty much everything about your seeing each other from Chay.”

“He’s the one to talk,” Pete chuckles and holds Venice close to his chest. “My little baby. Is dad taking good care of you, sweetie?”

“No!” Venice proclaims.

Pete raises an eyebrow.

“Traitor,” Vegas grins. “Don’t mind him, he just found a new favorite word.”

“Oh, have you, Venice?”

“No.”

“Just watch. Venice,” Vegas chuckles and kisses the top of the child’s head. “Did you miss pa?”

“No!”

“I see,” Pete laughs. “Well, I suppose it’s better than… the word uncle Porsche taught him.”

“You mean shit?” Macau asks, sitting down on the foot of Pete’s bed.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Macau,” Vegas says in English.

“Love you too, big bro.”

It seems that Venice hasn’t heard the word, though, as he is too busy cuddling up to Pete.

Vegas smiles, watching as Pete wraps his free arm around the child do support him and hold him close.

“You’re so beautiful,” Vegas murmurs. He places his hand on Pete’s knee and gently squeezes. “What did the doctor say? When will you be allowed to go home? Should I bring my torture kit to make him cooperate?”

“No need, love. He can release me tomorrow, if I promise to rest and you promise to do all the housework.”

“Love, I already do most of the housework.”

“Excuse me?!” Macau says.

“Or delegate it on low-cost laborers,” Vegas grins. “Though you could always argue that Macau and his fashion sense are anything but low-cost. Your fault entirely, sweetie.”

“You’re so fucking amusing, hia.”

“Language,” Vegas says automatically, then turns back to Pete. “You know, if I go grab my kit, I’m sure I can make him release you today. In like… twenty minutes.”

“Vegas.”

“All right, I can do it in ten, but I didn’t wanna brag.”

“Vegas,” Pete repeats. “It’s fine. I can wait. It’s not like I won’t make it one more night without the three of you.”

“The thing is, P’Pete, I don’t think hia can make it one more night without you.”

“Macau! I told you–”

“Why?” Pete blinks, turning his head to the young man. “Is it Venice? I know he can be a bit whiny when I’m not around, but I’m sure Vegas can handle him just fine. He looks good. He’s fed, clean, happy… Are you happy, Ven Ven?”

“No.”

“Right, thank you for your input, baby,” Pete laughs.

“It’s not Venice, P’Pete.”

“Macau, I’m warning you, shut your–”

“Vegas,” Pete says calmly, and Vegas goes perfectly silent. “What’s the problem, Macau?”

“Hia’s been sleeping on the couch in Venice’s room since you got shot,” Macau replies, completely ignoring the warning glare Vegas shoots him. “I asked him why, and he said he didn’t wanna sleep in your bed when you aren’t around. Said it was too empty.”

“Oh, Vegas…” Pete coos. “You’re so sweet.”

“If anyone hears about this, both of you are dead,” Vegas growls.

“Too sweet,” Pete grins. “Hey. I just got the bestest idea!”

“Is it torture kit time?”

“No torture!”

“Damn. What is it, then?”

“You can sleep here with me! All three of you, if you want! It’ll be fun! Vegas, you’ll drive home, pack Venice’s things, something for you and Macau…”

“We’re in a hospital, P’Pete. I don’t think it’s allowed–”

“The main family’s hospital,” Pete interrupts him, waving a hand. “We can do anything we want. And if anyone has any problem with it, I’ll just call Tankhun and he’ll arrange it for us. Though then we’d be risking him and Pol and Arm joining the sleepover, too.”

“It’s a lovely plan, Pete, but I’d like to mention there’s only one bed,” Vegas comments.

“Yes. One big, awfully empty bed.”

“And four people.”

“You can hardly count Venice as a person,” Pete protests. “Come on. He’s slept with us before when he was sick. As did Macau, after he got his heart broken by that stupid guy in his school. And this bed is bigger than ours! Could we get a new, bigger bed, by the way? It can be quite handy, you see, as proven yesterday…”

“Phi!” Macau whines.

“Come on, Vegas. It’ll be fun. I’m sure Venice is gonna love it, too.”

“Oh, really?” Vegas lifts his eyebrows and bends down to Venice. “What do you say, young man. Do you want to sleep here with pa and dad and uncle Macau?”

“Yes!” Venice states, and Pete bursts out laughing.

“All right, then,” Vegas chuckles. “You win. We’ll sleep here.”

The bed proves to be more than big enough for all of them.

“Who needs a bed this big, anyway?” Macau says from behind Vegas’ back.

“Ask your friend Chay, he’ll tell you,” Vegas smirks into Pete’s hair. “Or you can ask Porsche and Kinn. Or Big and Chan.”

“Does everyone in this family fuck in their hospital beds?”

“Pretty much,” Pete nods, his healthy arm wrapped around already sleeping Venice. “Remember your recovery, Vegas? We had so much fun…”

“You know what, P’Pete,” Macau says and Vegas can feel the mattress move, presumably as Macau lifts himself up on his elbow. “Most of the time, I’m really glad hia found you, but it’s definitely not now.”

“Shut it, you,” Vegas yawns, holding Pete closer to his chest. “Or do you want Pete to run away from us?”

“As if I’d ever run,” Pete murmurs. “I couldn’t live without my family. I love the three of you. Even the annoying teenager.”

“Phi!”

“Sssh. You’ll wake Venice up,” Vegas says. “Stop talking and go to sleep. Annoying teenager.”

“You’re annoying,” Macau grunts, but he lies back down. This time, though, he hugs Vegas from behind. “But I love you, hia. You too, phi.”

“Love you too, annoying teenager,” Vegas smiles, earning himself a pinch in the side. He decides to let it go unpunished for now. He’s sleepy, warm and content, and he wants to stay like this a bit longer.

And if he accidentally adds just a little too much chili in Macau’s dinner tomorrow, well… That still counts as revenge, right?

He kisses the back of Pete’s neck and closes his eyes.

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spinningintheshadows · 2 years

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Song Lyric Prompts, Vol 4

Vol 1 | Vol 2 | Vol 3 | Vol 4

You can find the playlist for these prompts here

“Playing fiction in a parking lot, anything to be more than an afterthought”

“Yeah, that’s good to know, wish I knew three years ago”

“I watched you fall away, evade accountability”

“Was I a fool for ever thinking I could get you to stay?”

“If I wake up and I’m still breathing, meet me where the sidewalk ends”

“Today I called to tell you that I’m but I don’t think you have enough respect to see me try”

“Don’t you ever dare call me Vanilla”

“I read your letter, the one you left when you broke into my house”

“Leave it to me to fuck it up without a good reason.”

“I’m not scared to jump if you want to”

“I’ll keep my secrets inside of my mind, promise I loved you but you roll your eyes”

“Got this bloodstain on my shirt, looking back it doesn’t hurt”

“I don’t mind sleeping all alone, but I’d rather wake up next to you”

“I’m always the outcast, I’ll take the blame. The first night you met me, you forgot my name”

“Like bullets inside my head, you’re drivin’ me insane but there ain’t nothing I would change”

“I’m at the same dead end, the lonely space in my head”

“Now we’re at the part where you’ll hate what you see, what the fuck is wrong with me?”

“We’ve got this thing and it’s untouchable. It’s so dirty, pretty, beautiful”

“I’m a first class ticket to a fistfight, took a hit to the ribs but I feel just fine.”

“Is this butterflies or nausea? I can’t tell the difference anymore”

“Tell me what it’s like to be loved by you”

“Baby, I can tell you ain’t easily impressed”

“Like weeds through the concrete cracks, and the flowers by the railroad tracks”

“It’s only been a couple of days and I miss you”

“When you change your mind, I’ll be waiting”

“I only miss you at midnight”

“Remember when you hit the brakes too soon, twenty stitches in a hospital room”

“Mama tried to raise me right but she couldn’t raise the hell out of me”

“So let’s take it back to the basics ‘cause let’s face it, I am on my own”

“You’d never remember me when you’re pulling on his jeans”

“I’m over wasting time in life trying to be something I’m not”

“There’s only one place I wanna be”

“Deep dive off the coast of my feelings”

“I’m glad to say this chapters about to end”

“And when you touch me like that I get a little attached”

“I’m single in September when I didn’t want to be”

“I’m at best your second option”

“Redefine rock bottom with these empty orange bottles”

“A sloppy drunk obsessed with his juul”

“The things I’ve learned from a broken mirror, how a face can change when the heart knows fear”

“I can’t forget the way you looked without your jeans on”

“I’ma treat you right tonight, let’s make it last forever”

“Pushed out of the family tree”

“Guess I think too much, maybe I’m obsessed with universal things like money love and death”

“You love who you love, ain’t nothing you should ever be ashamed of”

“With the boombox blaring as we’re falling in love”

“I go back to the loss of a real good friend, and the sixteen summers I spent with him”

“There’s a noise complaint from room 304”

“Just shut up and drink your diet soda”

“We had to learn the hard way”

“All You ever wanted was a part of me that I couldn’t fake”

“Love’s got a funny way of keepin’ score”

“If the world ends, I hope I’m in my living room with my best friends”

“Baby blue eyes, stay with me by my side ‘til the mornin”

“I’ll have you know, I’m scared to death”

“Tell yourself it’s never gonna happen again”

“All the times you said you hate me, baby, I know what it feels like now. Damn it, I’m sorry”

“I would have married you in Vegas had you given me the chance to say I Do”

“Oh well, guess I’ll see you in hell”

“I got one thing to say and that’s thanks for nothing, kiss my ass”

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THINKIN ‘BOUT YOU

Hanma Shuji x Fem! Reader

Warnings: ANGST, pregnancy mention, mention of abuse, angst to comfort!

Pt 2 of: Pink Matter

Hanma was alone. The woman he loved walked out of his life, his longtime friend still appears in his nightmares after his death, his child…he had no one. There wasn’t anyone there to support him emotionally or physically.

He missed you. He missed you so much. You were like his world. Without you, what could he do? Nothing. Frankly, he found it hard to even get up in the morning.

“This is [Y/N]. Sorry, I’m not available right now. Leave a message after the beep.” He’s heard those same sentences for weeks now, all he wanted was to hear your voice.

Shuji sat on his bed, hair draped over his eyes and phone to his ear. “Hey. It’s me..again. This is like the fiftieth time I’ve called..”

He tried to find the words. He wanted to scream and shout how much he loved you. But something was holding him back.

“The house feels really empty without you. I- Just..please call me back. Please, [Y/N].”

After he put down his phone and sunk into his bed, all that was on Shuji’s mind was how scared you looked of him. He would never ever dream of hurting you or even scaring you.

He needed you so bad. Yet all he did was push you away.

This wasn’t the first time you’ve aborted a baby. You remember how mad Taiju looked when you told him, it was stupid. What did you expect from him?

“Taiju..” Your weak frail voice startled him as he thought you were asleep. Taiju was sat on the couch but turned his head to see you.

The way you stood. It was weird, you were all fidgety and nervous.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

You inhaled and closed your eyes. “I’m…I’m pregnant.”

Taiju’s heart stopped. What do you mean you’re pregnant? This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I mean, you guys were only kids. He still had a life to live.

Again, what did you expect? He had a lot on his plate and all you were doing was adding to it. What was he supposed to do? Drop everything and help you raise the baby?

“We’re going to the doctor.” He stood up and grabbed his jacket.

Your brows furrowed. “What..? Why?”

“Why?” He looked at you and you could see a vein on his forehead. He was mad. “Are you seriously asking me why? You are pregnant and we are kids. I’m not raising no kids, I already had to raise Hakkai and Yuzuha, I’m not doing it again.”

“But I thought we could raise it. Together.” You whispered.

He stepped closer to you. “We aren’t raising nothing because you’re going to the hospital and you’re gonna get rid of it.”

You shook your head and stood there with tears welled up in your eyes. Taiju was furious now and grabbed your wrist with his large hand, pulling you towards the door.

“Taiju, no! Please! I don’t want to-”

“FOR GOD’S SAKE, [Y/N], GROW THE HELL UP!” He roared in your face. It was no use. Whether you liked it or not, you were going to that hospital and you were going to get an abortion.

You wondered how differently your life would’ve been if he never had laid his hands on you. If he was nice and appreciative to you.

When Hanma bursted out like that, you saw him and Taiju as the same person.

And you never wanted to feel powerless like that again.

You stayed at your moms place after the argument with Shuji and you didn’t even need to explain what happened, of course you could stay.

Your mother loved Shuji as if he were her own son. He had flaws, yes, but she loved the way you two complimented each other. It reminded her of her husband, your father. They were young when they had you and not too long after, he died in a car accident.

Surprisingly, your mother wasn’t as broken as most people would be. She was content because he left her the most amazing gift someone can offer. A child.

“Dinner’s ready, love.” She knocked on the door of the room you stayed in.

“Thank you, mom.” You sighed. With one scroll, you saw how many times Shuji called you. The amount of voicemail he left. You picked one at random and listened to it.

“The house feels really empty without you. I- Just..please call me back. Please, [Y/N].”

It was time. Time to reconcile and heal. You called him back and after a couple of rings, he answered.

“[Y/N]?” He sounded tired, he must’ve been asleep.

“Hi, love.” You replied.

That name. Love. He longed to hear it for so long.

“I’m so sorry, [Y/N]. I didn’t mean to scare you. And I know I’m not him. I just..I’m struggling. I miss you-”

“Shuji.” You interrupted. “You can say all this when I see you.”

He shot up out of bed. You wanted to see him. “When and where?”

“The park? At twelve?”

He agreed and hung up the phone. This was it, his second chance. Maybe his 100th considering how your relationship was. But at least it was one more chance, his redemption.

Before meeting Shuji, you had one pit stop. In order for you to move on, you’d have to make amends with the one person you thought you’d never speak to again.

“Do you have a moment?” You asked Taiju after he answered the door to you. Of course he still lived in that apartment he dreamed of buying with you.

“Y-Yeah, my girlfriend is asleep so-” “Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.”

You entered his home and sat on the couch. It felt so homey, so loving. Nothing like how it would’ve been had you stayed with him.

“Would you like tea?” He asked. He knew you liked coffee more, why would he ask that?

“No, I’m fine.” You replied. “I just wanted to say that I forgive you, Taiju.”

Taiju looked at you with wide eys and a beating heart. All these years he’s been killing himself over the immense guilt he felt but you just removed it all.

“I’m not saying how you treated me was okay but when I saw the way you looked at your girlfriend two weeks ago, or whatever, I realised that you changed. I’m glad. I’m proud. You are not your mistakes, Taiju. And no matter what, I’ll always support you.” You spoke. Taiju’s cheeks were now tear stained as he sat opposite you.

He felt so..so guilty. But you, being the bright angel you are, chose to forgive him.

He sniffed. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I don’t deserve it.”

You knew. You knew that most people wouldn’t hesitate to punch him or kill him or make sure his life would turn into nothing but utter shit.

Of course you knew.

After a few more words, you decided it was time to leave and finally see Shuji. He wished you well and walked you out the apartment.

“Be good to her, Shiba.” You said. “I know you can.”

And after one final hug, you walked out of Taiju’s life, for good.

“Hey…” Shuji looked up and saw you. As always, you looked gorgeous. He swore he never saw true beauty until he saw you for the first time. “Can I sit?”

“Yes. Yes, of course.” He moved his bag and you sat. “I’ve missed you.”

Your hand stroked his cheek. “I’ve missed you more.”

Shuji sighed. Now, he finally had to say what was on his mind for so long. But it was harder now that it was in person. Hanma Shuji had never been so vocal with his feelings, but for you, he’d change.

“I’m sorry. I know that must’ve been hard for you. I should’ve been supportive, but I wasn’t. I was a dick..A stupid one at that. I’ve never loved someone this hard, it’s all still surreal how much I love you.” He felt sick saying that, what happened to that passive, violent, non emotional delinquent?

“I don’t care if it’s something as small as an ant or as big as the fucking moon. It’s us together versus the problem. I want to be with you, [Y/N].”

Tears were already down your face. Fuck, you loved this man so much. You had already forgotten about his flaws. You just wanted to kiss him and drag him to your shared apartment and cuddle till the sky turns dark.

“I’m sorry about not telling you about the baby. It was dumb. Stupid. It’s just..I didn’t think we were ready. Yes, we’re married but…I don’t know.” You held his hand tightly in yours. “I didn’t think anyone would want a baby with me..because of him.”

Shuji cupped your face with both of his tattooed hands. “I’ll never be him. And of course I want a baby with you.”

“You mean that?” You asked and he nodded.

You’ve never loved a man like you loved Shuji and you don’t think you ever will.

4 YEARS LATER

The sun blinded you as you woke up. It was Sunday, it was Shuji’s birthday. As you peered over at him, you noticed how beautiful he’s gotten as the years went by. He’s still that same boy that decided to speak to you on one rainy night.

“Baby, wake up..We have to wake up your dad..” You whispered at your daughter who was snuggled in between the two of you. She blinked a couple of times and smiled at you.

She stole her father’s entire face. She had his smile, his nose, even his laugh. It didn’t help that she was a carbon copy of how he used to be : crazy and outgoing.

“Papa! Wake up! It’s your birthday!” She nudged her father a couple of times before your husband groaned at all the noise. “It’s your birthday!”

“It is..”He yawned. Shuji’s toned muscles wrapped around you and his daughter as he pulled you both in for a warm hug.

“Do you want to see your presents, daddy?” She asked.

“No need.” He kissed the both of you on your foreheads. “I already have all I need, right here.”

{I feel like i rushed this}

#tokyo revengers #hanma shuji #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuuji x you #hanma x reader #hanma x you #shuji hanma x reader #hanma shuji angst #hanma shuji fluff

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Hi, I'm new to the show and just finished watching S08, and I'm both enjoying watching it and reading fanfiction stories. and I wanted to ask you if could write one about S08 if rules were reversed between Kensi & Deeks how she is gonna handle the situation? And would Deeks push her away as she did?

A/N: Hi Anon, sorry this took so long. I’m assuming you were referring to Deeks being injured instead of Kensi. Quite angsty. Apologies in advance for the title.

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In Her Shoes

Kensi hesitates outside the hospital room door, bracing herself before she crosses the threshold. She has a paper takeout bag clenched so tightly in one hand, she’s surprised it hasn’t ripped in half.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to see Deeks. Every moment she spends apart from him at work or supposedly sleeping at home is maddening. She would spend every minute of every day with him if she didn’t have other responsibilities.

No, it’s that initial moment of seeing him that always catches her off-guard. It’s disconcerting to see her normally vibrant, active boyfriend so pensive, confined to a wheelchair or his hospital bed most days. Even six weeks in, it’s still jarring. It’s infuriating and heartbreaking.

Her mind flashes back to that day, those endless moments when their helicopter was shot down and crashed into the Iraqi desert. Waking to find Deeks crushed beneath its weight.

It haunts her every day. The what ifs. What if they’d gotten to him faster, or hadn’t moved. What if she’d agreed to leave the agency like Deeks wanted before they even thought about leaving US soil. Even though she knows it’s futile, Kensi blames herself in part.

Realizing she’s crying in the middle of the rehab hallway, Kensi quickly wipes away the moisture while checking to see no one had seen her moment of weakness. She takes another breath to make certain Deeks doesn’t see any of her distress and walks in.

She finds Deeks’ room empty, his wheelchair gone, and no note on the board across from his bed to indicate where he’s gone. Running back out, Kensi makes a beeline to the nurse’s stations, tamping down the increasingly fatalistic explanations for Deeks’ absence.

He’s fine, she tells herself. It’s way past the time when he’d have any life threatening complications. His numbers and oxygen have all been good since he woke up from his coma. He’s fine.

“Uh, Ahnu, do you know where Marty is?” Kensi asks, resting her hands, palm down, on the desk. A nurse in dark blue scrubs, her dark brown hair down her back in a long braid, looks up with a smile.

“Kensi, how’re you doing today. I believe Detective Deeks is outside in the courtyard,” she answers, checking her clipboard. “His doctor thought it might be nice for him to get some sun.”

“Oh, he’s probably enjoying it.” Kensi nods, feeling a little silly now.

“Yeah, he mentioned that he used to surf.” Something about Anhu’s use of the past tense makes Kensi’s stomach clench, but she brushes it off.

“Thank you, Ahnu.”

It’s a nice day, so the hospital courtyard is filled with a combination of medical staff and patients, enjoying the warm weather. She walks past a table with a older patient who appears to be eating lunch with his daughter. Another patient about her age slowly walks with the assistance of a walker, a physical therapist monitoring her progress from a few steps behind.

She spots Deeks a few more tables away; his back is to her, but his hair is instantly recognizable. That is one of blessed few things that hasn’t changed.

Approaching from the side, Kensi takes in his bowed head, one hand draped across his middle.

“Hey, Baby,” she murmurs, a smile breaking over her face. The sun glints over his hair, making it look almost golden. His head jerks up and he looks briefly alarmed before he centers himself.

“Kensi, I thought you had to work early today,” he says, eye furrowing in concern. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, we’re fine. It’s a slow day, so I decided to visit.”

“I don’t want you to get in trouble. Somebody’s going to notice if you keep skipping out of work early or not going in at all.”

“Relax, baby. It was actually Granger’s idea. He said I had more important things to do here,” Kensi tells him. She reaches out, brushing his bangs off his forehead, soaking in the feel of the soft strands. One of the nurses must have helped him wash it this morning. “Somebody’s gotta keep you out of trouble after all.”

“Right,” Deeks scoffs, pursing his lips as he turns his gaze away from her. He lifts his right hand, running it down the length of his body. “Cause I’m so mobile right now. But hey, maybe I’ll get in a wheelchair race with Stella down the hall. I hear she’s getting a power chair soon.”

“That sounds about right,” Kensi agrees, deciding to ignore the slight bitterness in his voice. “Oh, by the way, I brought you a breakfast sandwich and a vanilla latte.” She holds up the bag and shakes it enticingly.

Rolling his eyes, Deeks lets her lay the meal out in front of him and help him eat a few bite. She can tell how much it’s killing him to have so little control of anything. So, Kensi distracts him with stories of Nell and Eric’s antics, Sam and Callen’s recent squabbles.

After a particularly awful reenactment of a recent save, Deeks is actually smiling, his lips lifted in that familiar grin that shows his top teeth. It actually takes Kensi’s breath away and she leans forward, kissing him. Deeks makes a soft sound of surprise, his hand rising towards her cheek before falling back again.

She sighs into his mouth, forgetting everything but him at the toasts of his lips for a moment. As she leans forward, she hears something clutter to the ground, and they pull apart.

Kensi spots a plastic spoon on the ground, knocked of by their PG activities. Before she can bend to grab it, Deeks instinctively leans over, losing his balance and tipping forward.

“Damn it!” he hisses as he clumsily grabs at the table, his chair, anything to stay upright. It’s probably only a few seconds, but it feels like hours before Kensi manages to stand up and grab him around the middle, stopping him from landing face first on the concrete.

“Oh my god, Deeks. Baby, are you ok?” she gasps.

“I’m fine,” he grounds out, shifting out of her grasp. “I’m just stupid.”

“No your not.” Kneeling in front of him, she starts to shift his feet back into place and jerks away again, barely moving, but his intent clear.

“I’ve got it.”

“Why won’t you just let me help you?”

“Because I feel completely useless,” he blurts out, eyes flashing with frustration and a hundred feelings Kensi can’t hope to understand.

“Deeks, don’t talk like that. You’re not-”

“I can’t even brush my own teeth right now because the hand that actually works doesn’t have any sensation and the one that does, doesn’t work,” he says quietly, cutting her off. “I can’t do anything.”

Kensi’s eyes fill with tears as her heart breaks for him. She covers his hand, switching to cup them, even if he can’t feel it.

“Baby, I know that what you’re going through right now is incredibly difficult, but it will not be that way forever,” she tells him softly. “You will get better and so will this.”

He swallows harshly and when he speaks again, his voice shaky.

“Kensi, even if I do recover to some degree, it will not be the same. I won’t be able to shoot or run or surf-” His voice breaks. “I won’t be the same guy you knew.”

She senses that he’s trying to tell her something, maybe trying to cut her out, but she’s not having it. Nodding, she presses her lips together.

“I refuse to believe that is true. But even if it is, I will never leave you. I love you Deeks, whether you can fire 20 perfect shots or catch 20 waves. I love you and I will be here every step of the way to help you.”

He lets out a quiet sound, almost a sob, resting his forehead to hers. His head moved minutely against hers and Kensi cups his cheeks again kissing him gently.

When she pulls away, Deeks doesn’t resist when she moves to put his feet back on the rests.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Kensi tells him. “But I forgive you.”

He chuckles wetly at that, looking up from under his bangs.

“I love you.”

***

A/N: Thanks for the prompt and I hope it was something like what you were anticipating.

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #season 8 #au #role reversal au #anget #anonymous prompt #ejzah fanfiction

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80s4life · 3 years

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You Take Good Care Of Her Pt.2

Word Count: 1,440

Status: Requested!

Fandom: The Expendables {1-3}

A/N: This was just a little extra spice to add to the first part. A fluffy, happy ending for all the Lee lovers!

Relationship: Lee Christmas x Reader

Summary: When the mission goes south and leaves the reader injured, feelings arise to the surface in a swarm of feelings at the thought of losing each other, especially when the only things worth while is the other in their lives.

Warnings: mentions of blood, fluff OVERLOAD, language (We’re dealing with grown-men-children okay?)

Masterlist The Expendables Masterlist Part One

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Despite his attempts, he knew he wouldn't ever be able to resist her, and for that, he didn't care what he had to go through, he was going to have her. Because she was his, and he was hers, no matter who knew.

And now we continue...

With his newfound set of mind, Lee made it his priority to say hi to Y/N every morning, smile, wave, and even engage he in conversation. "You really are desperate aren't ya?" he thought, trying to be as gushy and nice as possible. He was trying to be so different he wanted to gag. Sometimes he wondered if this new act was something that Y/N would get used to and he would have to keep up this act for the rest of his life.

Y/N knew Lee was being weird. The first thought she had was that he was sick, but now, as he openly made eye contact with her, spoke to her, even sometimes winked, she found herself thinking of the knives expert more than she thought she ever would. He was sweet yes, but she's lying to herself if she didn't like the true Lee she knew. Back when he was very avoidant of her, she saw who Lee truly was, but at afar. He was snarky, mysterious, funny, British to the bone, and strong mentally and physically.

Barney saw this shit from the very beginning. But, even as he didn't want his baby sister falling in love and being left brokenhearted, he knew the two good enough to know that they needed each other. At one point, once he saw Lee start acting like a lovesick puppy, he started to secretly root for them, joining the ship Yin Yang and Toll had built months ago. This didn't mean he was going to make it easy for the man either though. They still all had a job to do and love is going to get in their way if they don't focus.

Dropping down in the forests below, the Expendables, clad in black suits, weapons to attack 5 states, and high tech gear to guide them through the thick forest. Barney, splitting the team off to get to the best views of the town under attack, tells the group where to go while giving them all ear pieces to keep up with communication. Gunnar, going along the outskirts where the forest meets the open town lands, squats, getting a visual on the sniper at the top tower, utterly excited to finally use his new toy: a big ass bazooka. Toll and Yin Yang sticking together to find shelters near one another but still separated. Barney, not wanting to leave his sister alone on a mission, appoints Lee to her, knowing the two have each other's backs while still not getting into Barney's dangerous line of sight.

As the group splits, its only natural for the foreign enemies to spot them. With the first cry, most likely to alert the opposing team's members, made Y/N's stomach tie up in knots, always an unsettling noise to be paired with the impending war ahead. Times like these make her go into a dangerous trance, back to the war and military she was a part of for 10 years. Even as the images flash through her mind, she tries hard to yank them away, focusing her for the time being.

As the war raged on, the pairs of teams the Expendables once had have broken up accidentally, communication soon being cut off during the blasts and explosions, leaving Y/N alone. She had dropped it as she was taking cover from the harsh blows. With her ear piece gone, she had missed Yin Yang as he had pinpointed the next blast of a missile, not their own, but the rivals as they aimed in her direction. The team screaming her name through the earpieces, not knowing if she could quite hear them. By the time Y/N saw her attacker, she only had minimal time to run away. Getting a great distance away, her lungs burned as he leg caught a rock. The missile falling seconds later, far away, but not far enough to stop her from the debris crashing and colliding with her small form.

Lee had turned a corner just in time to watch the horrific event play out in his eyes. Sprinting, he rushes to Y/N, seeing her bloodstained clothes, cuts, and bruises. Upon his arrival, she looked at him with such fear and pain, almost as much to make her cry as the adrenaline started to run out, the sheer intensity of the pain finally settling in. Lee held her tight, moving themselves to the closest form of shelter, plopping down, and cradling her body into his own. She was sitting in his lap, arms weak, and head leaning on his shoulder. She had made it out fairly lucky now that Lee had gotten a closer look, but not lucky enough for a piece of shrapnel to lodge itself within her torso.

"Your gonna be fine, I swear! You have to be okay! I should've never left you behind," Lee almost choked out, as tears threatened to fall.

"Lee, I'm fine. See? It's just this piece, if you don't touch it, it doesn't hurt, so can ya' please stop shaking me?" Y/N responded jokingly, trying to lighten the mood as she didn't want Lee to spike her anxiety even higher. "Do you have an earpiece on you? Please, get Barney," she asked, wanting her brother more than ever.

"Yeah...Yeah I can do that," he said as he contacted Barney, holding Y/N in an iron grip. "I was so worried you were dead...I didn't know what I would do with myself if you had. I- I-" Lee stuttered, getting lost in her Y/E/C eyes as they peered up at him.

"You what Lee?" she asked, starting to feel a little lighter with the amount of blood dripping.

"I love you Y/N," he admitted, now fearing for her life more now that he had admitted what he's wanted to say for forever.

With this, a lazy smile appeared on Y/N's face, chuckling lightly with delight, "I love you too Lee." He could only muster a look of utter disbelief before the rest of the gang showed up, the rest of the mission finishing out in a blur. At some point, whilst making their way to the hangar of the plane, Y/N had dozed in and out of consciousness, seeing Lee running her away from the mission's town, seeing the plane, the shrapnel being removed by Barney's concentrated and light hands, and later, waking up in a bed, in the hospital with Lee in the chair beside her. Both of his hands wrapped around her tiny one.

He wakes up once he felt the bed move slightly, Y/N stretching her long worn out body. Lee bounces out of the chair immediately, asking her if she needs anything, "The only thing I need is this British guy to sit next to me and play with my hair," Y/N responds playfully, Lee smirking as he takes off his boots, keeping his socks, and laying beside Y/N on the hospital bed, both dozing off together.

Click

A quick, almost blinding light flashes once as snickers and mumbling was heard in the direction of the hospital room door. With the pair now fully awake, and possibly more afraid than they were when Y/N was attacked, they both make eye contact with the res of the Expendables watching the pair, Barney front and center.

"Look, I-" Lee had started, trying to come up with an excuse for how they ended up like this, but ultimately coming up empty and out of excuses.

"No, ya' gonna listen to me. You take good care of her, ya' hear me? I'm gonna bust ya' balls if ya' don't, alright?" Barney answered defensively. "You have my blessing, but ya' better not fuck it up. I'm warning ya'," he continues, motioning for the team to give them privacy, Toll wiggling his eyebrows before he walks out.

Y/N, falling into a fit of laughter, moves to lay on her back, unable to flip on the right from where the stitches from the shrapnel were placed. She looks up at Lee, him blocking her from the edge of the right side, her falling in the blissful feeling of love.

"I'm gonna be walking on eggshells for awhile I guess..." he glances at Y/N before continuing, "but I know it's worth it."

With this, Y/N cups Lee's right cheek, pulling him down lightly to capture his lips with her own, sealing the bond they've spent forever building. Knowing that wherever, whenever, they are always a team, and are always going to be better as long as they are together.

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thelmworkspace · 3 years

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Feeling Better– Seungcheol x Reader

Hi, all! Thank you for all the love on the Woozi fic I posted a few weeks back. I wanted to introduce myself briefly! My name’s Lily (she/her) and I love to self-indulge with writing sometimes. Here is some Seungcheol comfort and the rest of the boys being cuties for everyone :) Let me know if you have any ideas you’d like to see!

Warnings: being sick, alluding very vaguely to throwing up

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Ever the confident, sure of himself, optimistic, and resourceful, Seungcheol projected himself as calm and collected to his members, his coworkers, and to you. It was one of the things that had initially drawn you to him. He was a constant steadying force in your life, even when he was feeling anxious and overwhelmed himself. As a leader, he always tried to keep his worries to himself in order to take care of the other guys. They almost never saw him shook up, although there were some exceptions, especially when it came to you.

It was a Monday and the guys had come in early to run some choreography. Seungcheol had noticed you’d been a bit off over the weekend, not your normal self. You had said you felt a little under the weather, but nothing too bad. When Monday morning rolled around, however, Cheol could tell something was wrong. “Babe,” he nudged your knee slightly under your shared covers while you looked over emails on your phone, “are you sure you’re okay? Do you want me to see if I can stay home?”

“No, no, I’m fine it’s just a stomach ache,” you grimaced a bit, pausing in typing out an email response to a coworker. Seungcheol sighed, placing a hand on your head and smoothing down you hair, unconvinced. “Okay, stay in bed for a bit,” he mumbled, reluctantly leaving your bed to get ready for practice. A few minutes later he walked back into your bedroom, a glass of water for you in hand. You hadn’t moved much from the position he left you in, but your hands were pressed into your brow and your head was bent downward. Hearing him walk in, you looked up and met his gaze. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to the hospital? You know I don’t mind being late,” he raised his eyebrows at you, moving to set the water on your bedside table. “I’m fine I just didn’t sleep well,” you said, quickly adding, “I have work to do, shoo” and reaching out to push him towards the door playfully. He holds onto your outstretched hand, though. “Try to eat something and call me if you need anything,” he says, pressing a kiss to your hair before heading out for the day.

A couple hours later, Seungcheol and the other guys were still running choreography, all the details taking a little longer than expected. A secretary popped their head into the room, looking around for Seungcheol. When he meets his eyes Cheol makes his way across the room to him, a little confused at the interruption. “Sorry to interrupt, I have a ‘Y/N’ in the lobby for Seungcheol?” the man asks, keeping his voice low. Despite the effort, all the member’s heads snap to the door– you never make such a formal entrance. Dokyeom almost starts to laugh before seeing all of the color drain out of Cheol’s face and his back stiffen. His mind jumped immediately trying to work through why you didn’t just call, if you were okay, feeling guilty for not insisting he stayed home with you. He knew you wouldn’t just show up unannounced unless something was really wrong. All twelve of the other men felt his shift in mood, but Jeonghan spoke first, reaching out to grab his elbow, “is everything okay?” Cheol’s eyes shifted to Jeonghan’s, noticeably panicked, “she was sick this morning but seemed okay when I left, I don’t know if-”

“I’m sure she’s okay, hyung,” Wonwoo interrupted him, noticing Cheol’s volume raise as he kept talking. He turned back to the secretary, still waiting in the doorway and looking incredibly unsure of what to do, “Could you bring her up, please?” he asked before walking over to Cheol’s stuff and grabbing his water bottle for him. A hush had fallen over the room– the guys didn’t have much experience comforting a shook-up Seungcheol. “Hyung, she was sick?” Dokyeom asked, “I’m sure she just doesn’t feel good and missed you!” he laughed slightly, trying to raise the mood. The guys nodded, agreeing and throwing “don’t worries” his way as they went to grab their phones or water, gladly accepting the impromptu break.

A knock on the door signaled your arrival a few moments later, the secretary opening the door for you and quickly retreating as you thanked him quietly. “Y/N-ah” Seungkwan called out quietly in greeting, earning a glare from Jeonghan. Seungcheol took a couple big, rushed steps towards you. You were in the comfiest sweatpants and hoodie you could find, the hood pushed up over your unbrushed hair and makeup-less face, and just your phone and keys in your front pocket. Cheol’s left hand found your shoulder, his right pushing the hood off of you and cradling the back of your head. You give him a futile smile, knowing before you even started shifting your face that it won’t convince him. “Hey, are you okay? What’s wrong?” he whispered, lowering his head slightly to meet your tired eyes. You looked down, avoiding his eyes out of embarrassment for interrupting his and all the other guys’ work . “I’m sorry,” you started, feeling Cheol automatically tighten his grip on you, “I feel awful and I haven’t been keeping anything down and I’m afraid I’m gonna get dehydrated. I wasn’t sure I should go to the hospital so I thought maybe I could see one of the medics here?” Cheol had brought you to one of them once before when you’d twisted your ankle badly in a pair of heels. He could see how uncomfortable you were, heart breaking a bit knowing you felt so crappy. He pulled you into his chest, hand still holding the back of your head protectively. “Why didn’t you call?” he mumbled, “You know you can always call.”

“I know,” you said into his chest, “but I thought you would be in a meeting by now and I figured having you excuse yourself for a minute would be more professional than having your phone go off.” Despite his nerves still calming down from the panic he felt a few minutes ago, he let out a broken laugh. “You’re so funny, you think too much.”

As he lets you out of his embrace, Jeonghan extends a water bottle to your side, “here you go, Y/N- ah.” You smile up at him, feeling tears well up in your eyes involuntarily. Both men notice, Seungcheol concerned and Jeonghan smiling at your sudden emotion, “are you okay?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so tired and I really don’t feel good. I cry easily when I’m sick,” you sniffle, trying to push your tears back and letting out a choked giggle. Seungkwan and Dokyeom let out audible “aww’s” at you from across the room, making you laugh a little more. “Okay, you, let’s get you to the medic,” Seungcheol wraps a protective hand around your waist and steers you out of the room. “I’ll be back,” he says, followed by your rushed “I’m so sorry, guys” before you’re ushered into the hallway.

Fifteen or so minutes later, you try your best to sneak back into the practice room, Seungcheol holding your hand behind your back and following you in. You stand against the edge of the room for a minute before he lead you towards his bag on the other side of the room, letting you sit down next to his stuff and handing you your half empty water bottle. The guys were all focused on going over a particularly intricate hand movement, but stop when Cheol walks over to join them, looking at him expectantly for an update. “They gave her an IV for hydration. She’s gonna hang out until we’re done and then I’m taking her home.” The guys’ eyes shift to you, your back leaned up against the mirrored wall and head tucked far into your hoodie. “I’m sorry!” you say to the room, a whine in your voice to indicate that you feel horrible about your interruption. They shush you, Seungkwan rolling his eyes playfully, “as if we don’t love having you here no matter what, Y/N.” You smile up at them from the floor, eyes meeting Cheol’s and finally feeling a little better.

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cowboycakes · 3 years

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Hi! ur writing is incredible and i saw that requests were open and i just had to go for it. could you possible write a ReinerxFem! reader where she’s really seriously injured and tries to hide it from everyone, until she passes out in Reiner’s arms (cliche i’m sorry) and he’s just SO mad at himself for not noticing before and he’s so worried and he cares for the reader so much while she’s unconscious and after she wakes up? Just like so much fluff and angst and Reiner being a guilty fucker as he is but also like extremely protective and caring? Sorry it’s so specific. Thank you!🥺❤️

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this fluffy little piece!

Tender Loving Care

Pairing: Reiner Braun x fem!Reader

Themes: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, Reiner’s guilty ass

Warnings: Reader uses she/her pronouns, severe injury/blood and bleeding/recovery, fainting, hospital setting, profanity

Word Count: 1.5k

You stumble into the medical tent, plopping your sweaty body down on a cot. Dirt covered hands rummage through a med kit until they come across a bundle of white bandages. You form them tightly around your thigh, applying pressure that you hoped would stop the bleeding. You’d really messed up on the mission today, completely misfiring your ODM gear when the first titan came into view. Your legs hit a tree branch, hard. Nerves would often get the best of you like that.

And now you’re left with the consequence - a giant gash. The sight of it made you feel faint. Blood wouldn’t cease to seep through the mesh material surrounding your wound, even after rewrapping it a few times.

You pack some extra gauze into it before trying to stand up and go to find the rest of the group. Before you take your first step, the tent door flies open.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you! What’s wrong?” Reiner shouts, rushing over to your side.

You secretly relished in the feeling of him worrying for you sometimes.

This whole dynamic between the two of you began from a chance pairing in some training exercises. Reiner had played the cocky tough guy at first, trying to show off and take over every exercise the two of you were supposed to do together. This irritated you to no end, obviously. Your solution was to get under his skin: make him laugh, tease him and poke at him until that hard headed exterior of his cracked. With time, it eventually did, revealing a big softie who cared for you more than he’d like to admit.

“Just me folding under pressure. The usual,” you sigh, taping your bandages down, “it’s just a scratch.”

“Don’t lie, let me see it,” he says gently, crouching down in front of you to inspect your injury.

“No!” you laugh as you press a hand onto your bandage, “I’m perfectly fine! We need to get going, anyway.”

Reiner looks up to you, unimpressed. He could always see right through your fibs. You smile guiltily at him as he stands up.

“I’m not convinced that’s just a scratch,” Reiner mumbles.

“Sure it is! Just watch,” you declare as you walk toward the exit.

You couldn’t hide your limp.

“Nope. Absolutely not,” Reiner interrupts. He stands in front of you and motions for you to get on his back. You sigh, but reluctantly climb on anyway.

You loop your arms around his neck as he moves his hands to support your thighs, being extra careful around your injury.

The pain wasn’t getting any duller, even though you weren’t trying to walk now. You lay your cheek down on Reiner’s shoulder as his big strides carried you toward the horse and cart that was set to take everyone back to headquarters. Your body goes limp on the short journey, feet dangling and heavy eyes closing.

Reiner gently sets you down beside him whenever you two reach your ride. He instinctively puts a big arm around your sore shoulders, pulling your body in close to his warm chest.

“That better just be a scratch, or you’re never gonna hear the end of it,” Reiner teases, squeezing your arm.

You huff in response, closing your eyes again.

The rest of the group eventually arrives at the cart - most of them as sweaty and beat up as you were. However, you were feeling weaker by the minute.

“Woah, y/n, you ok? You look pale...” you hear Annie question as she boards the cart.

You look down to your leg, quick to cover it with your hands before Reiner could see. Blood had made its way through your bandaging again.

“Yeah, I’m just fine,” you laugh nervously, “thanks Annie.”

You weren’t fine. You were becoming increasingly lightheaded - feeling yourself break into a cold sweat as your breathing becomes shallow.

The cart eventually starts to move, its wooden wheels creaking as it makes its way over the bumpy path home. You try to focus on the scenery moving around you, but your vision is too blurred.

The state of your body was now making you nervous. You decide to close your eyes and lean your head against Reiner’s chest, gripping a sweaty hand on the back of his shirt, trying to ground yourself. He rubs his hand up and down your arm slowly in response, calming you down a bit.

“We’re almost home. I’ll get you feeling better once we’re there, ok?” Reiner says.

“Ok…” you smile, beginning to feel yourself fade in and out a bit.

The cart finally comes to a halt. Reiner stands up before you and helps your woozy legs to straighten with the support of his hand in yours. He steps off the wooden cart first, opening his arms up so he could pick you up again.

“Reiner, I’m okay,” you say, letting go of his hand, “promise.”

You look down at the dusty ground from your position on the cart, now standing completely unassisted.

Ok, just a small step, right? Three feet at most. Just move your foot forward, out into the abyss below the cart.

Suddenly, your vision is a mere tunnel, blackness encroaching rapidly from the outsides of your eyes. Your body is in free fall, no longer under control of your mind.

The last thing you sense is a pair of big arms catching you princess style.

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“Dammit!” Reiner hisses, turning fast on his heels toward the infirmary. He’s quick to dodge the other scouts walking away from the cart, moving as fast as he could while keeping your limp body still in his arms.

I’m always so fucking oblivious. Why do I ever listen to her? Always trying so hard to make sure she’s not being a burden. Of course she was lying to me, why couldn’t I have just taken better care of her from the start?

He slides through the infirmary front doors, alerting some nurses behind the desk of your condition. He keeps you tight in his arms as they swiftly guide you to a room. You let out a little groan once he sets you down on the hospital cot.

God dammit. This is all my fault. Damn I can’t stand to see her face like this, all tensed up - she must be in so much pain. Shit, I am not about to tear up right now.

Nurses rush over to you, quick to put you on some fluids and start sewing up your leg. Your condition quickly stabilizes, allowing the nurses to give you some much needed time to sleep off your injuries.

Reiner insisted on taking over the nurses' duties after that point. Big, gentle hands would change out your bandaging every so often, along with keeping cold rags on your head and holding your hand when looks of discomfort appeared on your face. In his mind, it was the least he could do to subdue his guilt - to make it up to you.

He sat there all night, a big nervous mess in the chair he pulled up next to you. He hated getting so emotional like this, especially around someone who he needed to believe he was invincible. Luckily for him, you were still sleeping like a baby, unaware of his concerns.

You finally open your groggy eyes early in the morning - the sun hasn't even peaked over the horizon yet. Your unfocused gaze wanders to the side of the bed.

There he is - his head sits in his hand as he stares out the dark window from his chair. His short blonde hair is disheveled, probably from nervous hands running through it all night. Dark circles encompass his upper cheeks. He clearly hadn’t slept a wink.

“Hey,” you whisper.

Reiner jumps a little bit from his daze, quickly turning to look at you. He lets out a long sigh of relief, wiping a hand down his tense face.

“You had me worried sick,” he grumbles. You hum in response, a sleepy smile accidentally forms across your cheeks.

He half-smiles back, studying the sweet look on your face, “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

“Did you sleep?” you question.

He blushes a little, “You don’t need to be worrying about me, y/n.”

You scoot over on your cot, pulling the sheets down to expose a little spot for him to lay. His eyes get wide, darting back and forth between you and the empty half of the bed a few times.

He gets up from his chair quietly and makes his way to your bed, sliding under the white sheets and placing his tired head on the pillow. You move in close, placing your head in the nook between his chest and his bicep. A muscular arm wraps around your waist as his head leans over to rest against yours.

The two of you lay together in the silence of the hospital, chests rising and falling at slowing rates. You felt completely at ease now, knowing all the lengths Reiner had gone to in order to keep you safe.

“You know, once I wake up,” he yawns, his words becoming slower and slower as sleep creeps over him, “you're never… gonna… hear… the end of it.”

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thebookreader12345 · 3 years

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Not Gone Yet

Pairing: Connor Rhodes x reader

Summary: Connor’s supposed to be taking a job at the Mayo Clinic, but when Y/N finds him back at work next shift, she questions why he didn’t leave

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: slight swearing, mention of injuries

Word Count: 1,556 Words

It all started the day Connor and I first met.

Flashback

I was waiting for the next patient to come through the ambulance bay doors. There had been a huge train accident, and dozens of people were being sent our way. All of the doctors had been given people to work on, and now it was just me. Just then, a gurney barreled through the double doors, and on top of my patient was a young, handsome looking man.

“28-year-old male with crush injuries, a severed artery, and massive blood loss,” the man informed me as I grabbed ahold of the gurney and escorted it into the nearest available trauma room. “I got a tourniquet on his right leg and tried to intubate, but I couldn't get his jaw open. He lost his pulse on the ride.”

“Put him on our monitor and rapid transfuser,” I order the nearest nurse. “Also, grab 4 units of O-neg and start with a round of Epi.”

“I already hit him with Epi twice. Still no pulse. He's in fib,” the man told me.

“All right, I’ve got it from here,” I exclaim.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay,” the guy stated.

“If you don’t mind me asking, who the hell are you?” I retort.

“I'm the new trauma fellow,” the man replied. After the patient had been passed off to a surgeon, I went looking for the man who had helped me earlier, and I found him in an empty patient room attempting to do stitches on his bicep.

“You need some help?” I question.

The man shook his head. “Nope. I’m good.”

“Okay. And uh, thanks for the help earlier,” I say.

“It was no problem. I’m Connor Rhodes, by the way,” the man greeted me.

I smiled. “Y/N L/N.” I then looked down at his cut, and when I saw that his stitches were near perfect, I was tremendously impressed. “You closed that almost perfectly. Where'd you pick that up?”

“Riyadh,” Connor replied. “I spent a year there after my residency. Saudis paid me well not to leave unsightly scars.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you Connor. I hope to see you around,” I claim.

“Yeah. I hope so too,” Connor spoke with a smile.

Flashback End

That was a few years ago, and now, we were friends. Great friends. However, for me, there was always something a little more between us. I had gained feelings for my co-worker, and no matter how much I tried to get rid of them, they wouldn’t go away. So I hid them. And now, Connor was taking a job at the Mayo Clinic, and tonight we were having a going away party for him. I was milling around the little Hawaiian themed bar on the riverfront, talking to other co-workers and such, and when I finished greeting everyone that I needed to, I walked off to find Connor. I eventually found him on a little dock peering at the river down below, and I went to join him.

“You, sir, are missing your lei,” I tell him and slide the bright pink flower necklace over his head. “And you’re also missing out on your party. Whatcha doing here all alone?”

“Just thinking,” Connor responded and stared out at the water.

“About?” I question.

Connor shrugged. “A lot of different stuff, I guess.”

“Well, seeing as you’re my best friend, I am not going to let you sulk in the corner all night. This is the last time we’re going to get to hang out in who knows how long, and I’m going to make it worth every second. Come on,” I demand and lace my hand with his before dragging him back to the party. As the music’s volume loudened, I led Connor over to the designated dance floor and began to dance alongside some of my co-workers.

“What are you doing?” Connor asked and laughed.

“Dancing, and you’re making me look stupid, so please dance with me,” I say. Connor hesitated, but soon gave in, and together we moved to the beat of the music. Connor twirled me around before pulling me back into his arms, and then we just stayed there in each other’s embraces. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my cheek on his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. For a few minutes, we just stood there, holding each other tightly, neither of us wanting to let go. “I’m gonna miss you so much,” I murmur.

“I’m gonna miss you too,” Connor mumbled into my hair and gave me a soft squeeze. And that was the last night I was supposed to ever see my best friend. I took my next shift off so that I could gather myself before going back to work, because once I had left the party and made it back to my apartment, I was a sobbing mess. I changed into some comfortable clothes, climbed into bed, and then cried myself to sleep. It was hard losing a best friend, especially someone I was so close with like Connor. After a few days though, my break was over, which meant I had to get back to work. Part of me wanted to take another day off because I didn’t want to go back to the hospital and not see Connor, but the other half of me knew that it was time to get back to my normal routine. I promised myself I would text Connor later, and once I got dressed, I headed to the hospital. When I walked through the ED doors, memories of Connor and I doing the same hit me, but I pushed them away and tried to focus on something else, and that just happened to be the doctor with curly ginger hair standing a few feet away from me.

“Hey, Will,” I greet and lean against the nurses’ station next to him.

“Hey, Y/N. How was your break?” Will asked and set down the tablet he was looking at.

“Good,” I reply. “It was much needed. So, you got any good cases you need help on?”

Will laughed. “You haven’t even put your stuff away yet. Come see me after that and then we’ll see.” I nodded and made my way to the doctors’ lounge, desperate to shed my bag and jacket so that I could get a case that would distract me. However, when I entered the lounge, I froze in my tracks. There, standing not even a dozen feet away from me, was Connor Rhodes, clad in a pair of black scrubs.

“Connor?” I question.

Connor looked up from his phone, and when he saw me, he smiled. “Y/N, hey.” I dropped my bag to the floor and launched myself into his arms, squeezing him tightly. For a few seconds, we stayed in each others’ arms, but eventually, I pulled away.

“What the hell are you doing here? Why aren’t you gone yet? You’re supposed to be in Minnesota,” I point out.

“I know, but the board agreed to run my Hybrid OR project, and they wanted me to stay and run the program,” Connor explained.

I smiled. “That’s great. I’m happy that your project is taking off.”

“That’s not really why I decided to stay though,” Connor stated. “I decided to stay because of you.”

“W-what?” I stammer out as Connor grabbed ahold of my hands.

“I stayed in Chicago for you, Y/N. You’ve always felt like more than a best friend to me, and I didn’t want to pass up the chance to be with you. If you feel the same way, of course,” Connor added. Without hesitation, I leaned up and pressed my lips to Connor’s. He kissed back immediately, winding his arms around my waist to pull me closer. I melted into Connor’s body, enjoying the warmth that emitted from him, along with the way it felt to be kissing him. Our lips moved together in sync for as long as possible, until finally, we had to pull away to breathe. “I’m really glad you feel the same way,” Connor confessed.

“Me too. I uh, I actually have to get back out to the ED to help Will with a case, but can we meet up after shift?” I quiz and shove my things into my cubby.

“Of course,” Connor answered. “I can’t wait. I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah. See you later. Oh, and good luck with the OR,” I call out as I left the residents’ lounge. I made my way over to Will, who was grinning like an idiot, something he didn’t do too often. “What?” I ask.

Will nodded to Connor, who had just exited the lounge and was making his way to the elevator. “I saw that.”

“No you didn’t,” I argue, my face turning a deep shade of red.

“Except I did,” Will countered. “So, are you going to tell me what just happened, or do I have to go hit up Connor for the details?”

I laughed and shook my head. “Neither. What you are gonna do though is cough up that case you said you had so we can get to work.”

“All right, but this conversation isn’t over,” Will said.

“It is for now. So, what do we got?” I question and look at the tablet in front of Will.

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amjustagirl · 3 years

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Chapters: one. ~ two. ~ three. ~ four. ~ five. ~ six. ~ seven. ~ eight.

Wordcount: 2.9k

Summary: Being with Miya Atsumu is like chasing a storm - equal parts exhilaration and danger. After all, it’s impossible to tame a storm

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Author’s Note: And we’re at the final chapter! Thank you so much for going on this wild ride with me, and I’m rly excited to hear what you guys think - so please, drop me an ask, a note, a comment, anything!!!

It takes time and effort to rebuild a home wrecked by a storm, and reconstruction efforts aren’t necessarily smooth sailing, especially at the start - after all, he’s still the same Miya Atsumu, arrogant and brash and foulmouthed and hyper focused on volleyball, and they both have baggage from years of regret and pain to work through. But he has determination to spare, and she loves him too much for her own good, so they start from the very foundation and work their way up, step by step, one day at a time.

‘I’ll kill ya if ya ever hurt her again’, Osamu threatens darkly when she and Atsumu break the news to him.

‘Go find yer own girl and stop being sweet on my wife damn it! ’ Atsumu growls, but the kiss he presses to her forehead when she smacks the back of his head for being mean to his twin is achingly sweet.

‘Ugh, soppy. Get yer shit outta my house!’ Osamu scrunches his face in mock disgust.

Both brothers are surprised when she beats Atsumu at flipping Osamu off.

Atsumu moves back home (he’s not even going to hide how happy the sound of that makes him), and they mark the occasion by slipping his wedding ring back on his finger and eating take-out pizza on the living room floor.

Her burly brothers turn up on their doorstep with a glint in their eyes and too much teeth in their smiles, determined to drag Atsumu off for a couple of drinks and what she assumes will be a very unpleasant chat. She’d insisted on patting them down to make sure they’re not packing any knives - ‘what do you take us for, little sis’, they’d protested - but she’s not taking any chances, and begs Osamu to join them, ‘please ‘Samu, I don’t want to be a widow right after I decide not to divorce his ass’, and he agrees despite grumbling that he might as well be Atsumu’s glorified babysitter at this rate.

She’d woken up in bed the next morning to find the space beside her empty, but the living room crammed full of those four silly men. Atsumu and Osamu share a single futon between them, snoring back to back. There are faint bruises on Atsumu’s cheekbone and telltale scrapes on her own brothers’ knuckles, but otherwise they all seem relatively unscathed.

She bends over, tracing her thumb along the contour of Atsumu’s jaw, and he stirs, eyes half lidded with sleep.

‘Hey darlin', I’ve come home’, he tells her, warmth flickering in his smile.

‘Welcome home, 'Tsumu’, she says, tucking the blanket under his chin and he hums in contentment, falling back asleep.

His nightmares of brown envelopes and harsh neon lights distorting her face slowly fade, and he dreams instead of weeknight dinners and weekend picnics at the park, relishing the quiet domesticity of grocery trips and laundry loads, and delighting in home games with her and Shino cheering him on.

Some piss poor excuse of a gossip hound corners him after a match to ask him about whether he regrets leaving for Milan since his season ended in injury - and he freezes when the reporter slyly adds ‘especially since we all knew it’s a move that required you to leave your wife and daughter behind ‘. His manager is about to intervene when she sneaks up on him to slide an arm around his waist, apologising to the reporter that ‘she’s just so excited to give her husband a congratulatory kiss!’ .

Sakusa and Meian have to join forces to pull Atsumu back from punching the reporter when he grins shark-like, thinking he’s spotted easy prey and asks her whether she felt abandoned in Japan due to his move - ‘pardon me Miya-san for my unwieldy choice of words’.

‘Not at all’, she says without missing a beat, and Atsumu wonders if he imagines the flash of a knife in her smile. ‘I’ve always supported my husband in all his endeavours. It was a joint decision that I should stay in Japan to ensure our daughter has some stability in her life.'

‘She’s good’, his manager tells him when the reporter slinks away with his tail between his legs.

‘Yeah - I don’t deserve her’, he answers with a rueful smile.

When he tries to thank her that night, she levels him with a look that could knock a grown man (i.e. him) off his feet, but her voice is gentle and her words are soft.

‘Don’t thank me’, she says. ‘Just be a better husband and father, ok?’

He’s not ashamed to admit that he actually cries.

He learns to tell her he loves her at least once a day. She starts to smile back cheekily and reply ‘of course’.

The game is in between sets when the skin at the back of his neck crackles with nerves. From the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of Osamu sprinting right into the stands. Then his ears pick up on his little girl’s scream - ‘mama’ she cries, her shrill voice ringing above the confusion rippling through the crowd and his legs move of their own accord, leaping over the barrier into the audience, as he snarls and shoves his way to her usual spot.

He thought he’s had his fill of nightmares to last him a lifetime. He’s evidently wrong.

She lies crumpled on the ground, head resting on Osamu’s lap. Her lips are pale and her eyes are closed but thank god - thank whichever deity’s listening - her chest still moves with her breath. He’s not quite sure what happens next - he knows he dives to his knees and pulls her towards him but everything else is a blur until her eyes flutter open and she groans.

‘Darlin’, can ya hear me? Can ya tell me where you are?’ he asks, forcing his voice to remain calm.

‘Tsumu? Why are you here? Aren’t you in the middle of a game?’ she murmurs, confused.

‘Fuck the game’, he snaps. ‘Are ya feelin' ok?’

‘Something hurts, Tsumu’, she rasps, eyes glazing over. He can feel the chill of ice seep into his spine.

'Yer fine, yer fine, yer going to be fine' he mutters, over and over and over again, willing her to sit up and tell him she's fine, she's ok, she'll just shake it off - but light starts to shutter out of her eyes and frost creeps up his throat.

‘I need a medic!’ he shouts, voice cracking on every word. ‘I need a medic, now!’

‘Tsumu’, he hears his brother interrupt urgently. ‘Tsumu, she’s bleedin’.

He’s never been more grateful for Osamu when his twin turns to yell for an ambulance and yanks Shino away with him. The little girl is kicking and screaming for her mama but he knows she would kill him if he lets their little girl be traumatised from seeing her mama lying in a pool of blood on the floor.

He can’t breathe - not even when the medics finally come and whisk her off to the hospital, his mind hardly able to process anything, terror still coursing through his veins when the doctors press brown envelopes full of forms into his bloodstained hands for him to sign so the relevant procedures can be carried out.

‘Don’t!’ Osamu says sharply, when he drops his head into his hands and starts to whimper about how he’ll die if he loses her again and what the fuck is he gonna do, ‘Samu, if she doesn’t make it out alive – ‘she’s stronger than ya think, don’t ya dare give up on her like that’, and he promptly shuts up after that. Time in the waiting room passes agonizingly slow, seconds feeling like minutes, minutes stretching into hours, and he would have drowned from the weight of his despair if he weren’t anchored in place by his twin’s hand on his back.

His breath rushes back into his lungs when the doctors later tell him she’s fine, they carried out the standard operation - but she doesn’t look fine, doesn’t seem fine, is very clearly not fine when they wheel her out, huddled into a ball with her head between her knees, like her world has just collapsed into itself. She doesn’t even look up when he sits beside her, the bed dipping under his weight.

‘I’m sorry’, she eventually says, voice barely a whisper, and he fights the urge to break down into tears – because ‘Samu’s right, she’s so much stronger than he thinks. They'd been talking about trying for a sibling for Shino for some time now, since they've both grown up with brothers of their own and can't imagine life without them. But the doctors tell him that it’s just bad luck - the baby was never going to survive, and her collapse was probably exacerbated by stress, overwork, perhaps even fatigue from her skipping lunch for work and dinner to rush to his match.

‘Don’t be. It’s not yer fault at all’, he manages to pull himself together to reassure her, but she just stares blankly at the wall.

His grandmother calls when they find out the baby they lost would have been a boy, and he fails her again when he’s too late to snatch the phone away before the old lady’s poison drips into her ears and traps her in a deadly fog. He’d cursed the old bitch out relentlessly, but the toxic words fester beneath her skin and she fades into a ghost before his eyes. He desperately tries to stop her spiral into frozen silence, but he’s away for games more than half the time, hands tied behind his back by the stranglehold of contracts and commitments he has no choice but to fulfil.

He’s never been so thankful before when the season finally ends - but he is, at least this time, so he can talk her into taking two weeks off from work. They drop Shino off with her indulgent grandparents, and drift down the coast on the back of her bike. She doesn’t try breaking any speed limits - and he knows he should be happy about that, but there’s no spark in her eyes, no smile to answer the wind - there hasn’t been, not since she collapsed.

(not since they lost their child)

He buys her mochi at every town, but she picks at it listlessly, just like she does these days when Osamu tries to tempt her with his latest creations. He insists they stay at ryokans, traditional inns with onsens attached, hoping the heat from the water might chase the chill from her bones, but colour does not return to her cheeks. There are shadows beneath her eyes, and she seems to wilt under the vibrant red and gold of autumn leaves.

They go for a walk after dinner one night, tracing a path along the shore. He’d been talking non-stop the entire trip to mask the gaps left by her silence, but tonight he falls quiet, allowing the hum of the waves to wash over them. Her hand is cold in his, so he wraps his jacket around her shoulders and hopes the warmth from his body bleeds into hers.

She comes to a standstill, feet sinking in the sand, and tilts her head to face him.

‘Tsumu?’, she breathes, a question in her eyes.

‘I’m here’, he says, a prayer in his heart.

There is a lighthouse on the cliff just a few miles ahead, illuminating the shadows of the waves. The faintest reflection of light pools in her eyes, and he stills as she lifts her gaze to meet his.

‘I know’, she says, offering him the smallest of smiles.

He interlaces their fingers together firmly, and tugs her towards shelter, as a storm brews over the horizon.

That night she tucks her head under his chin, and he holds her until she falls asleep, cradled in his arms. He keeps slumber at bay by counting her breaths, and only falls asleep himself when the storm breaks.

'Why did I wake up to a blonde octopus wrapped around me', she mumbles, voice heavy with sleep.

'Nah. More like a seahorse, cos I'm not letting ya go, sweetheart', he replies, tightening his grip on her waist. 'Ya got a problem with that?'

Her only response is to burrow herself deeper into his chest.

'Guess not', he chuckles fondly, nuzzling his nose into her hair, hope blossoming anew in his heart.

Time turns their wounds into scars and they heal together, one breath at a time.

She stays away from their first few matches when the season begins again. The press is coerced into passing over reports of her collapse by the dual forces of the MSBY press machine and their legal team, but they are forced to ride out the gossip generated in internet forums by a fringe group of deranged fans. His teammates treat her like she’s made of glass - even Bokuto dials himself down a notch, all save for Shoyo, who slips her his mother’s number, telling her gently that the six year gap between him and Natsu wasn’t deliberate, and that she would find a sympathetic ear in the older woman.

He knew he was right to anoint Shoyo as his favourite wing spiker - not only does he fly high enough to answer the demand of every single one of his sets, but his sunniness drags her out of the fog into yoga classes and meditation practices, and slowly but surely he watches her bloom again. It’s a powerful combination - Shoyo-kun’s friendship and his mother’s gentle conversations, Osamu’s cooking and her love for Shino, capped with his determination to show her he loves her and prove that he’s here to stay.

‘It’s like Kintsugi’, she tells him, with a wide smile. ‘All of you poured gold into the cracks of my heart and made me whole again’.

The years pass.

Shino turns seven – a very respectable age for his very best girl, he tells her (I'm your only girl, Papa, Shino informs him archly), and obliges her demands of a bicycle in MSBY colours and volleyball lessons, forcing all his teammates to turn up for her birthday party, volleyball themed of course. The look of unadulterated joy on his princess’ face is worth every ounce of effort to put up with Sakusa’s complaints at having to turn up for a kiddie party full of loud noises and far too much candy, and the sweaty afternoons spent hand painting the bicycle black and gold.

The day Atsumu discovers his first white hair makes her thank her lucky stars that she’s immune to his nonsense by now, because the wailing and gnashing of teeth she has to put up with makes ‘Samu offer her his couch as refuge. She slaps tape and salonpas on his aches and pains, and points to the deepening lines on her face when he complains about his age.

‘Those lines aren’t wrinkles. If they’re caused by laughter, it doesn’t count’, he reasons laughingly. She’s left befuddled by his logic and shakes her head.

Meian Shugo retires, and Hinata throws a party to celebrate in his honour, cramming the entire MSBY team and assorted friends into his penthouse apartment on a rainy Saturday night. Osamu’s hired to cater the food but remains as a guest, shooting a smirk at him when Shoyo drags her off to dance during his favourite song, twin flames burning bright in the night.

‘A hundred yen for your thoughts?’ she asks, when Shoyo returns with her breathless but wreathed with smiles.

‘Was just wondering when you were gonna save a dance for this old man’, he teases.

‘Oh?’ she says with a laugh. ‘Thought you said your back hurt, and you didn’t want to move?’

‘Meh - I was hoping you’d forget that’, he says airily, then frowns when he notices there’s no drink in her hand.

‘Not drinking tonight, sweetheart?’, he asks, curling his fingers around her empty hand.

‘The doctor warned me not too’, she answers, her smile growing impossibly wider. He blinks in confusion when she leans on to her toes to whisper into his ear - then oh.

‘You’re pregnant?’ he repeats, unable to trust his ears, eyes filling with tears when she bites her lips and nods.

‘Are you happy, ‘Tsumu?’, she asks, her face alight with hope.

There is so much he wants to say to her, starting with thank you loving me enough to give me another chance all those years ago and ending with I love you, so ridiculously much – because he can never say it enough, she’s given him more than he deserves – her heart, Shino, a happy home and now the promise of another child.

But there's salt and water welling up in his throat, and it’s all he can do to choke out a shaky ‘of course’, before gathering her in his arms, warmth pooling in his eyes, love overflowing in his heart.

They stay that way for most of the night, entwined in each other’s arms, so drunk on happiness and love and warmth that they don’t even notice the storm clearing and the moon rising in the clear night sky.

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sunmoonandeddie · 3 years

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feelings are fatal (22/24)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, past steve rogers x reader

word count: 4,570

summary: After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what you’ve lost, though you’re learning that you still have something to gain.

chapter warnings: swearing, violence, SMUT, major character death

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The next morning, you stirred at the feeling of hot, open mouthed kisses on your neck. The smell of Bucky’s shampoo filled your nose as he moved down your naked body. His thick stubble scratched against your skin as he lavished your tits in attention, lips wrapping around a hardening nipple and sucking.

Eyes fluttering open, you let out a deep moan as your hands moved to cradle his head, fingers running through his thick hair. “Jamie…”

“Good morning, malen’kaya,” he chuckled, circling his tongue around the bud before moving to your other breast. “Was gonna let you sleep a little longer, but I couldn’t resist…” His vibranium hand tickled your skin as it moved to cup your core, teasing you as he slid his fingers through your soaked folds. “So beautiful… like a goddess…” He groaned at how your legs instinctively fell open for him, your cunt clenching around nothing. “God… Could stay between these pretty thighs forever.”

Fuck, what was he doing to you? You didn’t think you’d survive any more of his dirty talk.

The fireplace had gone out sometime in the night, and the living room was lit up in bright white light. You realized that at sometime after you fell asleep, the temperature had dropped and the rain had turned into snow, and there was now a thick blanket covering the ground outside.

It was something out of a fairytale.

A sleepy smile spread over your lips, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, quickly rolling the two of you over so you were straddling him. “Let me treat you this time,” you said as you leaned down, kissing him as your hands rested on his chest. “Last night was about me… Want this to be about you, too…” Heart pounding, you rested your forehead against his. “Everything in my world is about you.”

There was something… heartbreaking in his eyes. Something that just reminded you of how little he’d been treated, taken care of by someone who loved him.

How long had it been since he’d been someone’s first priority?

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” He breathed out, his hands settling on your hips as he looked up at you in wonder. “I… I wanna make you feel good.”

“Jamie,” you said, taking his vibranium hand and resting it over your heart. “You always make me feel good… You never have to wonder about that…”

Bucky’s mouth parted, unspoken words waiting on his lips, before he decided to kiss you instead. “Make me feel good, angel… Make me yours.”

It’s all the encouragement you need.

With one hand, you reach between you and wrap your hand around his length, guiding him to your entrance. Your mouth slotted against his as you sunk onto him with a low whimper. Even though you’d just taken him the night before, it was still a challenge.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Bucky gasped. His flesh hand gripped your hip, and you moaned at the thought of him leaving bruises behind, marking you as his.

Did this mean you were his?

What did this mean for the two of you?

Eyes fluttering shut, you let your head fall to your chest as you bottomed out, taking a moment to breathe and adjust.

Believe it or not, there’s really no pussy ready for a super soldier cock.

That’s just a scientific fact, you were sure.

“Fucking made for me… You were made for me,” Bucky choked out underneath you.

Well. He might have something to say about that scientific fact.

But saying that meant he definitely felt the way you did, right?

You really needed to not get in your head and just… let yourself enjoy this. Bucky was the first person you’d slept with (granted, he was only the second one) that had been more focused on you than himself.

“Baby…,” Bucky said, a low whine coming from his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Please… Please, move.”

It shocked you to your core, seeing how desperate he was for you.

You did that. You made him that needy.

You were the one making him feel good.

Finally, you slowly began to roll your hips, moaning low. “You’re so big… filling me up so good…”

Bucky groaned, finally opening his eyes to watch as you moved, his eyes flickering between your face and where you two were joined together, as though he couldn’t decide which he’d rather watch.

You could only imagine how much dirtier his mouth was gonna get during rough, filthy sex.

Not that you didn’t love the soft, romantic sex you were having.

No, you love loved the intimate love making.

You loved him.

Every part of your body was on fire as you rode him slow, finding what made you feel best. You were quickly learning that if it made you feel good, it made him feel good, and you both won.

It was the lazy morning sort of love making that you’d never gotten to experience before. Filled with giggles and sweet nothings, quiet moans. At one point, he’d even started to tickle you, and you’d had to stop for a moment to catch your breath before you continued to ride him.

When the two of you finally reached your climaxes, you just laid on his chest with his softening cock still tucked inside of your pussy, keeping his cum from dripping out.

Not for the first time, you’d really wished that you could get pregnant. A fantasy of your tummy big and round and Bucky holding a toddler on his hip while you two walked in the park flashed through your mind for just a brief moment.

A brief, lovely, perfect moment.

Bucky’s eyes were half closed, his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath. His flesh hand smoothed over your hair, not wanting to catch it in the metal plates of his vibranium hand. He looked so peaceful.

You could say it. You could tell him you loved him, and hell, he might even say it back.

“Jamie,” you said slowly, mouth opening as you tried to gather up the courage to say the words.

“Yeah, honey?” He mumbled, half asleep. His fingers were starting to slow down as he continued to run them over your head.

“I—”

You were cut off by the shrill tone of his cell phone, followed by yours still in the kitchen.

The same thought ran through both you and Bucky’s brains.

If you were both being called separately, it was probably an emergency.

You winced as you got up, mumbling a sorry. It probably wasn’t the best way to stand, since his cock had still been inside of you, and it probably hadn’t felt very pleasant. Cum trickled down your thighs as you grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around yourself before tossing his phone to him and moving to get yours in the kitchen.

“Hey, what’s up?” You heard him say as you finally grabbed yours from beside the empty sink.

Pepper’s name was flashing across the screen.

Fuck.

“Pepper? What’s going on?” You asked as you answered the phone, slipping out onto the front porch. Even though it was freezing, you curled up on the swing, letting it sway you a bit as you settled down.

She wouldn’t have called and interrupted your vacation if it wasn’t serious. After all, she knew how important it was, and you had more than an inkling that she knew something would have eventually happened between you and Bucky.

“Hey, sweetheart…,” she said quietly, her voice cracking. “Um… I know this is inconvenient and sudden… but you and Bucky need to come back. Actually, um… You need to come to Buffalo.”

“Buffalo?” You said in confusion, pulling your knees up to your chest as a shiver ran down your spine. “What’s in Bu—” You stopped yourself as you realized. Steve. Steve and Peggy Rogers were in Buffalo. “Pepper, what’s… What’s going on? What happened?”

“Steve, uh… Steve’s in the hospital. They don’t think he’s going to make it through the week.”

You couldn’t hear anything. Only ringing.

Vaguely, you were sure that you heard Pepper telling you what hospital he was at.

You needed to… to do something. You needed to get dressed.

No, a shower. A shower first.

The thought of going to see your dying ex-lover while you still had his best friend’s cum drying on your legs made you sick to your stomach.

“Pepper?” You said, interrupting her. “I’ll… I’ll call you when we’re on our way, okay? I… I need to pack and grab a shower real quick…” You hung up before she could respond, your hands shaking as you stared out at the snow that was still falling down in thick sheets.

Eventually, you got up and headed back inside. You weren’t shocked to see your suitcases already almost entirely packed, Bucky having redressed and rushing around getting ready to leave.

“Um… I’m guessing you know?” You asked after a long moment.

“Yeah. Sam told me.”

Your hand was shaking as you started to reach out for him, just to drop it. “I… I’m gonna go grab a shower before you go,” you said, heading for the stairs.

Bucky scoffed, shaking his head. “No. We don’t have time. We need to get there.”

Stopping a few steps up, you gripped the railing. “Well, I need a shower beforehand. I’ll take ten minutes.”

The slam of a suitcase on the hardwood floor made you turn around just to meet his glare. “What part of ‘we need to get there’ don’t you understand? Steve might not make it through the fucking week. He might not make it through today, and you’re worried about a fucking shower?”

“Well, I’m sorry that I don’t want to go see Steve in the hospital while I still smell of sex!” You snapped right back at him, chest heaving. “While we’ve been here… fucking, he’s been… He’s…”

Were you betraying Steve?

But Steve had heavily implied that he wanted you two together.

“Right. We were just fucking,” Bucky said, a wall going up between the two of you as he turned back to packing. “Just… Go take your shower. I’ll get the car started.”

It didn’t feel good, having an argument with him. You and Bucky being tense with each other felt so unnatural, so fundamentally wrong.

You bit your hand harshly as you stood under the hot water to muffle your sob. It was all so wrong.

What if Steve dying was the universe’s way of telling you that you’d fucked up? That you shouldn’t have slept with Bucky, and now it was punishing you.

You and Steve still weren’t buddy buddy, but you did care about him, even after everything he’d done.

You didn’t just lose that love. It transformed into something different.

When you finally got out, you’d scrubbed your skin raw, trying so desperately to get Bucky off of you.

Which felt like yet another betrayal.

What was going on in your mind? Why were you feeling like this?

The stairs creaked underneath you as you finally dragged yourself down to the living room, watching as Bucky threw the last suitcases in the car. Shifting your remaining duffel on your shoulder, you slipped on your shoes before heading out and climbing into the passenger seat without a word. The air was heavy and thick as he got into the driver’s seat and slammed his door shut.

He had apparently had time to shovel the driveway, which meant that your shower had definitely been longer than you’d intended.

Which meant he was probably even more pissed than before.

Great.

The several hours to the hospital in Buffalo was completely quiet. Neither one of you said a word, and for once, it wasn’t the silence that came with being so comfortable with someone you didn’t have to say a word. Not even the radio was on.

By the time the two of you got to the hospital, the sun was setting and the snow had stopped for the time being.

“What took you so long?” Wanda asked with a weak laugh when she saw you two enter. “Someone needed to take a shower,” Bucky snapped before leaving you with her, heading straight for Steve’s room.

You could only watch him leave you behind for the first time in your life, heart shattering a little more. Your lower lip wobbled as he turned down another hall out of sight.

Bucky swallowed around the lump in his throat as he saw Steve’s family—the one he’d abandoned you for—all sitting and standing along the wall. He couldn’t meet any of their eyes as Peggy nodded to the door.

“He’s been waiting for you,” she said in that gentle British lilt of here.

“Thanks, Peg,” he said faintly, before heading inside. It was strange. He had stormed here in a blaze of fury, and now it was… diminished. Like he couldn’t go inside.

“Buck? Is that you?” Steve called out from his hospital bed, letting out a cough.

He took in a shaky breath, before slowly heading inside. “Hey, punk,” he said as he moved to sit next to him. He was doing his best to ignore the beeping and all of the machines and wires attached to him. “How you doing?”

“I’ve been better,” he admitted with a laugh, rubbing his legs tiredly. “But I’m real glad you’re here… I know the last time we talked…”

Bucky shook his head. “No… It’s okay. We were all tense, remember? And she’s home… safe and sound now.”

And thinking that he was pissed off with you.

Fuck.

Everything that had happened after the phone call… shouldn’t have happened. The look on your face when he’d snapped at you… God, he could just fucking shove his head through a wall.

“You gonna take good care of her?” Steve asked with a faint smile, reaching over and taking his hand. “If you don’t, I’ll haunt you. I’ll haunt you really good, jerk.”

The man let out a weak laugh, letting his head hang. “I will… You know I will.”

“I know. I just wanted to hear you say it.” The blond let out a sigh as he took a long look at him. “There’s so much I could say. But I think you already know. You know how much I love you.”

Bucky nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. “I love you, too, Steve. I…” He shook his head, standing up and rubbing his hands over his face. “I just gotta know…,” he said slowly. “I gotta know… was it worth it? Leaving her?”

Steve thought for a long time, just staring out the window. For a moment, Bucky almost thought he hadn’t heard his question. “I don’t know,” he admitted quietly. “I fucked up a lot in my relationship with her… And by the time I left… I wasn’t the man she deserved. I don’t know if I ever was.” He swallowed around the lump in his throat, voice sounding tight. “We were both too young. We didn’t know anything about being in a relationship. But…” He gave Bucky a watery smile. “But if I hadn’t left, she wouldn’t have come here with you. And that alone makes it worth it. Sure, I could’ve stayed… But it never would’ve been the easy kind of love you two have always shared, even back when we were still together. You two… move like water. Even despite the little tizzy you two are in right now.” He let out a laugh, running his fingers through his gray hair.

“If you had stayed, I wouldn’t have stepped in,” Bucky insisted as he looked out the window, seeing the snow starting up again. “I would’ve let you two be happy.”

“I know. And that’s why I had to go.”

And it struck Bucky as he was walking down the hall to go get you, to send you in, that Steve still loved you. Probably more than he let on. Despite his love for Peggy, you were still occupying a very large chunk of his heart.

And his way of making up for all the pain he had put you through was to step aside and give you and Bucky the freedom to be happy.

To have that easy, moving like water kind of love.

He knew that what you and Steve had would never be what’s best for you and your happiness.

Steve had fundamentally changed as a person after he came out of the ice. He slowly became more and more selfish, demanding more and more of the people around him, including you.

This was his way of righting it, knowing that there was a chance that you’d hate him for the rest of your life.

Which meant the things he’d been saying to you… about how your relationship was nice…

Steve was getting you to let him go, to move on from him so you could be the happiest person you could be.

“What happened?” Wanda asked faintly in the waiting room as she reached out and wiped a stray tear from your face.

“I think I fucked everything up,” you admitted after a long moment, unable to move your gaze away from where he’d disappeared. “We… We slept together.”

Her bright eyes went as round as saucers at your confession, and she looked around before pulling you somewhere more private. “Tell me everything.”

So you did. You started at the very beginning, how the trip had been a fairytale. How you two had finally given into your desires, the romantic words and sweet kisses.

And then about the phone call from Pepper. How dirty you felt. The guilt.

“I’ve made such a mess of things,” you said, barely audible. You were staring at a spot on the wall, eyes unfocused. “You should’ve seen the way he looked at me… like me… like he was disgusted with me…”

“Oh, honey,” she said slowly, her eyes soft. “He could never be disgusted with you.”

Before you could reply, Bucky appeared from the hall. “He wants to speak to you,” he said quietly, avoiding your eyes. His fists were clenching and unclenching at his sides. There was something different in his tone than from when you two had first gotten to the hospital.

God, you wanted to say something. You wanted to scream at him, tell him that you loved him, that you didn’t wanna do this angry bullshit.

Nothing mattered more than him.

He was your entire world.

But he wouldn’t even look at you.

So you just nodded and moved past him, careful not to touch him as you headed for Steve’s room. You could tell which one it was because Peggy and a large group of Rogerses that you recognized from the photos in their home were all sitting outside.

“Hi,” you said weakly, gaining their attention. Shrinking, you turned your gaze to the ground, awkwardly rocking back and forth on your heels.

Peggy breathed out your name, moving to hug you. “Thank you for coming,” she whispered. “I… I know you and Steve and I aren’t all on the best terms…”

“Peggy, you and me are perfect,” you said as you looked at her, taking her hands after a moment. “The decisions he made were not your fault. And I know… I heard you recently found out more… decisions he made when we were on the run… and I don’t want you to be angry with him for that. The Steve that did that…” You took in a deep breath. “That Steve was jaded by the world around him. He was so used to putting himself on the line that he expected everyone else to do the same, demanded it of us sometimes… But… He’s different. Even from before we went on the run.” A weak smile painted your face. “He’s the best man he can be when he’s with you. And it took me a while but… I can’t be angry with either of you for that…”

Peggy hugged you tightly, squeezing you close. “Thank you. Thank you.” She didn’t bother introducing you to their children and grandchildren, choosing instead to usher you towards the hospital room Steve was occupying.

The faint beeping became louder and louder as you moved closer, heart pounding in time. “Hi.”

You never thought you’d see him like this. Old. Weak. His physical body struggling to stay alive.

His eyes slowly opened, and a familiar smile spread over his face. “Hey, there, sweetheart… What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“Visiting an old friend. Old as in elderly,” you tried to joke as you moved closer, sitting by his side.

His face was pale, his hair limp. You hadn’t ever seen him with under eye circles, but there they were. For once he looked his age.

His frail, shaky hand reached out towards yours, and you took in a long breath as you took it, clasping it with both of yours. The contrast between you was so clear now. His aged, wrinkled hands. Your young and supple fingers squeezing him.

“You always did have a wicked sense of humor,” he teased, eyes crinkling.

“Stevie… Stevie, what happened?” You asked, your throat closing up as tears welled up in your eyes. “The… The serum. You’re not supposed to go yet. You’re supposed to live until you’re a million, right?”

“I thought so, too, sweetheart,” he sighed, taking in all your features. “But I had a heart attack… a pretty bad one… And based on my health right now… my doctors don’t think I’ll make it to Friday.”

“But people come back from heart attacks,” you tried to say, a few stray tears trailing down your cheeks. “People come back from heart attacks all the time, and you… you have the serum. Why can’t you recover from this?”

Steve tightened his grip on your hand. “Honey, the serum is gone,” he breathed out. “It’s worn off now. I… I was just enjoying the residual effects…” Reaching up, he wiped one of your eyes. “Now… No more talking of me dying. That’s boring. You wanna tell me what happened between you and Buck? I’ve never seen him look like that.”

“Um…” Fuck, this was so awkward. You resolutely stared at where you were holding his hand. “We slept together for the first time last night… and then this morning… and then we got the call and he just looked… so disgusted with me. I told him I needed to shower before we left and he yelled at me…”

Steve winced, sighing as he squeezed your hand. “He’ll get the sense knocked into him. You’ll see. Both of you were just… in shock.”

“And I may have made it sound like it wasn’t anything more than a fuck.”

He blinked at you, as though trying to control the urge not to tell you how much of an idiot you were, even though you already knew. “At least you’ve already gotten the sense knocked into you.”

Out in the waiting room, Wanda was sitting next to Bucky. Sam, Pepper, Morgan, and a few other members of the team were all scattered around. “Let’s take a walk, Barnes,” the witch ordered, leaving no room for argument as she stood up and led him outside.

The super soldier blinked at her for a moment before standing up and following her out.

“So… You two finally did the deed?” She asked, a smirk coming over her face as she shoved her hands in her pockets. She seemed to not be bothered by the cold, but her nose was bright red from the bite of the wind.

“Oh, come on. Did she tell you?” Bucky asked with a groan, running his fingers through his hair. It had gotten to that half-long type of deal, and he either needed to get a haircut or let it keep growing.

Then again, you had seemed to really enjoy it last night.

Wanda rolled her eyes as she gave him a look. “She didn’t need to. Sometimes I can’t stop myself from reading people’s minds, especially when they’re both literally screaming out that they slept together.” She didn’t wait for him to come up with a reply. “She thinks you’re disgusted with her.”

“What?!” He asked, his blue eyes going wide as he looked at her. “No! How could I… How…”

The way he’d looked at her. How your anxiety and abandonment issues were just waiting for him to leave.

How could you not be afraid of that? You’d lost Tony and Natasha in one fell swoop. And then Steve had abandoned you, even if his reasons weren’t as fucked as you thought.

And here he was, being a total fucking asshole over something neither of you were at fault for.

He needed to talk to you. He really needed to talk to you.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah,” Wanda snorted. “Fuck.” But when he moved to go inside, she grabbed his arm to stop him. “No. She’ll come to you. Now isn’t the time.”

Bucky hated that she was right. “Yeah,” he said as he shoved his hands in his pockets, looking up at the dark clouds overhead, snow dusting his hair. It had absolutely nothing on the storm in his heart.

“Steve?” You said quietly as you rubbed your hand over his. “Do you think we would’ve been happy? If you had stayed?”

It was selfish to ask him, you knew that. It was horrible and self-serving. But you needed to know.

“We would have,” he said, his voice low and gravelly as his eyes stayed locked on your face. “You have no idea how much I love you. But… we never would’ve had it easy. You deserve the love that’s easy, that’s two puzzle pieces fitting together. You understand?”

You nodded, wiping at your face as you tried to stop crying. “Yeah. Yeah, I understand.” You let out a choked sob, unable to hold it back as he reached up and tenderly cupped your cheek. “You weren’t supposed to leave so soon. I can’t lose you, too.”

“Darling, I’ve lived my life,” he insisted sternly, getting you to look at him. “And you’re not losing me. I’ll always be in here.” His finger pointed at your heart. “And I got what feels like a million children and grandchildren. I have a legacy more important than any fucking shield.” Steve’s smile was shaky, watery. “I’ve lived a life. Now you gotta live yours without regret… without holding back. Because doll, of all the things I’ve done… loving you and losing you to the love of your life is one of the best.”

“Steve?” You whispered as his eyes fluttered shut. The beeping in the background was slowing down. “Stevie?... Stevie, come on. You gotta… You gotta stay awake. I-I can go get P-Peggy!” You turned to shout, but you were stopped by a squeeze of his hand.

“She knows,” he rasped. “She knows, sweetheart… It’s time for me to rest.”

Your heart shattered inside your chest as you heard the line go flat, clutching onto his hand. “Stevie?” You let out a sob as you held his hand to your cheek. “Stevie… Please… You weren’t supposed to leave so soon… I didn’t get… Stevie…”

His hand was already going cold, his fingers limp.

Steve was gone.

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Words: 4,772 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria Warnings: Language, coerced marriage, gore, violence, sexuality, typical TWD stuff (recommended NC17+) A/N: This is part of a series! Find the previous parts on the Masterlist! Summary: Y/N moves forward with a plan to get both herself and Daryl out of The Sanctuary and away from Negan.

Your name: submit What is this?

You lay awake the next night, tucked into the bed beneath the cool sheets. Negan was spending the night with Tanya. All you could think about was Daryl. When it was late enough that you knew the guards would be back loafing in the guard room, you threw the covers off and bent down beside the mattress, grabbing the bag you had hid underneath the bed and pulling it out.

You went to the door of your room and opened it, checking in both directions down the hall. It was blessedly empty. You wandered around the corner, glancing at the familiar sliver of light under Dwight’s door. You slipped past it on your tip toes and rushed to Daryl’s cell.

You withdrew the ring of keys and quickly fitted the right one into the lock. Daryl was wide awake this time, waiting. You were the only thing he had been thinking about for the last 24 hours and he found that it made sitting in the dark both more and less bearable. The realization that you were in that place, with Negan, sent fear and rage through him like he’d never experienced. And the idea that Negan could do with you whatever he wanted made him see red. Every second he was wondering if his hands were on you, if his lips were… But the fact that you were close, that there was even the slightest possibility that he would get to see you that day, touch you no matter how briefly, hear your voice… it sustained him.

The door of the cell opened and you slipped inside, following the same routine you had the night before. You laid the towel down at the bottom of the door and pulled out the small lantern, clicking it on. You set it on the ground between you and Daryl. His heart skipped a beat as you gave him the best smile you could muster. “I told you I’d be back,” you whispered.

“I believed ya,” he said. This time he was the one who sat up on his knees and grabbed you hastily into a hug, throwing his arms around you. His touch was desperate, needy, and you melted beneath it.

You wrapped your arms around him in return and sank into him, leaning against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and breathing.

Daryl suddenly snapped back into reality and felt that wave of humiliation again as he remembered how filthy he was. He pulled back from you abruptly and you gave him a questioning look as he sat down again, his back against the wall. “Are ya—are ya alright?” he asked.

“I should be asking you that,” you replied.

He shook his head. “M’fine. But you—” His deep voice was heavy with gravel as he spoke. “You’re in with the wolves in a completely different way than I am.”

You didn’t say anything and just held out the canteen and some bread with meat and cheese you had swiped from the kitchen.

“Thanks,” he said, nodding as he grabbed it from you, quickly devouring it.

You were much quieter, more reserved than you were the night before and Daryl immediately noticed.

“What is it? What’s the matter?” he asked you, concern clouding his face.

“Nothing,” you said. “It’s just—I wanted to warn you. You may hear a bit of a commotion in a bit, after I leave. It’s nothing to worry about.”

His brow furrowed more deeply and his blue eyes narrowed, peering at you intensely through the strands of his hair hanging around his face. “Y/N… what are you doin’?”

“I told you. I’m getting you out of here.” You sighed and glanced at your bag. “This is just Part 2. I’m not busting you out tonight. But we’re getting closer. And don’t worry. They’ll never know it was me.”

He stared at you, chewing his bottom lip as he always did when he was worrying or deep in thought, the canteen clutched tightly in his hand. “What are you doin’?”

“Can’t get out of here on foot. It’s not fast enough. Once they realize you’re gone, Negan will send out everything they have. Gonna need a vehicle. They store all the keys for the motorcycles and trucks on the first floor, but there’s a patrol through there frequently at night… unless they’re distracted.”

“You’re gonna somehow distract them and steal a key to a vehicle,” he said.

“Yep. Not just a vehicle. Your bike. We’re getting it back.”

Daryl licked his bottom lip nervously. “How are ya gonna do it?”

You gave him a look. “Uhh… blow a steam pipe on the first floor…”

“How the hell—” he stopped himself, remembering your speedy assembly of those nail bombs in the hospital, which felt like a lifetime ago. “Ya build a bomb? Ain’t they gonna know it was deliberate?”

You shook your head. “No. It’s a tiny charge, just very strategically placed. But it will make a noise, and steam is going to be pouring out into the room. It should be long enough to distract them so I can get into the room and get the spare key.”

Daryl just stared at you. You could see his mind spinning, but he didn’t say anything.

“It’s gonna work. Just—if you hear a commotion, don’t worry. There’s supposed to be one.” You grabbed the plastic the food had been wrapped in and gave him an apologetic look. “I have to go. If I’m doing this tonight, it needs to be now,” you said. “I wish—I wish I could stay with you longer. I hate leaving you in here…” He handed you the canteen back and nodded.

“S’alright. Just be careful.”

“I will.” You studied him for a moment and then threw your arms around him again in one last hug. You squeezed your eyes shut as you held him tight. “I’ll try to come tomorrow night.”

He shook his head. “Nah. You’re risking too much. Ya should just be worryin’ ‘bout yourself.”

You met his eyes and sighed. “No. I’m only worried about you. I’ll be just fine.” You slipped from him, leaving an empty feeling in between his lungs. You grabbed the lantern and clicked it off, followed by shoving it and the towel in your bag. Slipping out and locking the door behind you, you snuck around the floor and the small charge you had built from its hiding place in a janitorial closet down the hall. You crept down the stairs and through the halls until you were outside the guard room. There was a rowdy game of poker going on inside.

Everything worked flawlessly. You placed the bomb and raced around the corner to wait for the commotion to begin. The uproar was so loud it even drew guards from the floor above, but you were safely stowed out of sight. As soon as the ruckus was reaching a crescendo, you slipped into the room where the keys were stored and quickly found the spare key for Daryl’s bike. You grabbed it off the nail and shoved it in your pocket, heading up the stairs around the back way. You were crossing in front of Dwight’s room again, almost back to your own, when he stepped into the hall. You froze.

“Hey,” he said, shutting his door softly behind him. “What the hell is going on down there?” he asked you.

You shrugged. “I think I heard someone say one of the steam valves broke,” you explained.

He nodded. “Oh. Huh… Well, this building isn’t exactly brand new,” he said. “Can’t sleep again?”

You shook your head. “No.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Seems to be a habit.” He paused a bit awkwardly. “Hey, do you, uhh, have a smoke?” he asked you.

You shook your head. “No. I don’t smoke.”

“Ahh, right,” he nodded. “Ya know, Sherry used to get on me about it but now she smokes, too,” he said, leaning back against the wall. You nodded.

“I remember.” You watched his face turn sad and had a sudden realization that even though you did want to beat the shit out of him for what he was doing to Daryl, for having no backbone and becoming one of them, he’d had a pretty fucked up run himself… “She talks about you still,” you said softly. His eyes shot up to meet yours. “Sherry. She talks about you.”

“Huh,” he nodded slowly, staring back down at his boots. “Well, that’s over,” he said. “I’m sure Negan is taking real good care of her. And you too.”

You felt like a knife had just been twisted into your chest. You nodded. “Yeah. Night.” You left him behind and rushed back to your room, leaning heavily against the door behind you after you shut and locked it.

You felt like you couldn’t catch your breath for a long time.

_ _ _ _ _ _

You were sitting in your room reading, not absorbing a word of it, when there was a knock on the door the next day. Your heart startled at the thought that you had been discovered and it was essentially the Grim Reaper calling, but you quickly dismissed it. You’d been careful. No one knew. You went to the door and pulled it open to see Negan standing there with a charming smile on his face.

“Y/N,” he said, looking you up and down. You were wearing jeans and a tank top with a loose flannel button-up over it. He let out a low whistle. “Hot damn. You look good in anything. I’m tempted to just have my way with you right now,” he said.

You glanced away from him briefly, licking your lips, before meeting his eyes again, raising your eyebrows. “What do you want?” you asked, purposely giving him a sassy response.

He chuckled again and straightened up from where he was leaning on the doorframe. “And that’s why I like you. You have the guts to try and put me in my place.”

You crossed your arms, surveying him, your heart pounding. “Sometimes you need it.”

He leaned in close to you his eyes flitting down to your lips and back up to your eyes repeatedly. “Sometimes so do you.” There was a deep, almost animalistic growl in his voice. He bit his bottom lip after a moment and broke into a smile again. “God, if only you were on board with my process. You’d probably be the best damn soldier I had. And then you’d come home and slip into a dress and turn every head in the damn room. Beautiful and badass, a rare combination.”

“You know I don’t approve of what you do out there,” you said, unable to prevent the cold edge in your voice.

“I know. That’s why I said if. It’s a damn shame. Anyway, why don’t you throw on something and come join us in the lounge? I put in a special order with the kitchen.”

“Alright. I’ll be there soon,” you said.

He gave you another smile and turned to leave. You did your make up and grabbed a short, form-fitting dress out of the closet, pulling on some heels, and left your room behind, feeling like a parading piece of meat as you walked through the halls. You had a suspicion that you wouldn’t be able to slip away to Daryl later and it left you feeling vaguely lightheaded and sick…

You arrived in the lounge where the other wives were milling about, chatting, all drinking cocktails. As soon as you came in, Negan grinned at you from his place in a cushy chair and he tilted his head at you, beckoning you over. “Come and sit down right here,” he said, patting his knee.

Your stomach twisted, but you obeyed, crossing the space to him and sitting down sideways across his lap. He pulled you against him and you draped an arm around his shoulders.

“My special request,” he said, dipping a strawberry from a nearby tray into a bowl of chocolate fondue and taking a huge bite, closing his eyes as he savored it and tilted his head back. “Mmm. Goddamn. Holy shit, is that good! This is the life, isn’t it?” he asked, catching your eyes.

You managed to give him a small smile and he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. You forced yourself to kiss him back and pressed a hand to the stubble along his jaw. You could taste the chocolate on his lips and tongue and felt a wave of revulsion.

He pulled back and gave you a satisfied and fiery look. “You are making it up to me, aren’t you?” he asked in an undertone.

Just then, movement in the hall caught his attention.

“Dwight!” Negan yelled. It was Dwight going past the doorway, pushing Daryl ahead of him. They stopped and backed up, Dwight forcing Daryl just over the threshold.

Negan tilted his head. “Bring Daryl over here. I want to talk to him.”

Dwight pushed Daryl hard in the back until he walked over and stood in front of you and Negan. You were very consciously controlling your breathing and stared down at the carpet, but you could feel Daryl’s eyes on you before he too looked down at the ground, unwilling to take in the scene before him with you cozied up on Negan’s lap. His blood was boiling and he was starting to feel out of control.

“Hot enough out there for you, Daryl?” Daryl was red-faced, dripping with sweat, and there was walker blood splattered on his clothes. “Rhetorical question because you look like shit,” Negan said laughing. He cleared his throat and smoothed a hand up and down your bare leg.

“You see this, Daryl?” Negan asked, gesturing around the room. “All of this? You could be a part of this. I’m sitting here with a beautiful woman on my lap, eating chocolate covered strawberries.” Negan quipped. He glanced at the bowl of chocolate beside him and dipped his index finger into it, biting his own lip as he raised it to yours, watching your expression with relish. You felt a hard pit form in between your lungs, like indigestion. My God, how could you do this in front of Daryl? But you had no choice. You met Negan’s eyes for a brief moment before glancing back at his waiting finger and parting your lips. Negan slowly inserted it into your mouth and you closed your lips around it, pressing your tongue gently to it, tasting the dark chocolate. He pulled it back out excruciatingly slowly, the smile on his face growing all the while and you felt his growing erection below you, too. He laughed with satisfaction and you felt it deep in his chest as you licked your lips and averted your eyes away again.

Daryl saw every moment of it. He was shaking with rage and disgust and horror…

“Did you see that shit?” Negan continued. “And later, I’m going to take this beautiful woman upstairs and fuck her brains out,” Negan said, looking back at Daryl, clearly pleased with himself. You felt your face flush with embarrassment and anger. You’d never felt so horrified, humiliated in your life. Negan didn’t seem to notice. “Now, I’m not saying if you start to play nicely that you’ll live as good as me, because—well, no one lives as well as me. But you’ll get a little slice of it.” Negan ran his fingers up and down your bare thigh absently as he talked. “So, I want to remind you of your three choices here. You can die and decorate my fence, you can live in that hole for the rest of your life, or you can join up, be a man like Dwight here, and get a little slice of paradise for yourself.”

You ventured a glance at Daryl and his blue eyes were narrowed in hatred as he stared at Negan. The muscle in his jaw was flexing as he ground his teeth together and you thought you could see him shaking slightly. Negan laughed. “Are you trying to stare me into submission, Daryl? Because that shit don’t work on me. Think about what I said. We’ll talk about it soon.” Negan straightened up a little in his chair, adjusting you on his lap and turned his attention back to you. He leaned into you and pressed his face into the crook of your neck and took in a deep breath, closing his eyes, breathing you in, the scent of your hair and your skin, letting out a satisfied smile and trailing his hand up your thigh. “Dwight, take Daryl back to his little hidey-hole. I have some other matters to attend to.” Negan pressed his lips hungrily to your neck and you had no choice but to shut your eyes and receive it, knowing Daryl was watching the whole thing.

You couldn’t get away that night. Negan was asleep beside you in bed as you again laid awake, staring at the ceiling. You didn’t know how much longer you could do this. You felt like you were carving off a piece of yourself each day and giving it away. You slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom, shutting the door and clicking on the light. You pulled on a t-shirt and some shorts and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your fingers found a bruise on your neck, left purposefully by Negan’s lips. He liked marking you. It was ownership. It wasn’t tender or loving or reciprocal. He might as well brand you with the iron.

That night, Daryl seethed in the darkness in his cell. After what he’d been forced to see, he didn’t expect you to show up and you didn’t. All he wanted was to stop thinking about you on Negan’s lap, you taking his finger into your mouth, Negan’s hand trailing up your bare thigh, Negan’s lips on your neck, Negan taking you back to your room and—but he couldn’t think of anything else.

Daryl’s breathing was coming hard and fast and he finally let out a growl and punched his fist into the wall repeatedly before breaking down, letting out an agonized cry, cradling his now bleeding knuckles. He hated this. He hated that you were there because of him. The guilt was threatening to crush him. It wasn’t worth what you had to do to get him out. It wasn’t…

Sometime the next afternoon, Daryl heard a soft noise beside him and felt the floor blindly. His hand pressed down on what he knew was a slice of bread. He held it in his hands for a moment, feeling his stomach rumble. The bodily hunger was replaced with a deeper one, to get you out and make sure you were safe. To make sure Negan never touched you again. But how helpless he was… locked up like an animal in a cage, while you submitted to what you had to in order to rescue him. He felt useless. He felt like a burden. You’d be better off if you’d never met him. Then you wouldn’t be here. He rubbed his fingers over the swelling on his hand from punching the wall the night before and heaved a sigh. He gratefully ate the bread and went back to strenuous waiting, doing everything he could to keep his mind blank.

That night, you again laid awake in bed. You wanted to see Daryl. You wanted to give him more water, more food… make sure he was still in one piece, but you weren’t sure if you could face him after what had happened with Negan the day before. You were overwhelmed with shame and revulsion and just the thought of it flushed your face and turned your stomach. But Daryl’s well-being was more important to you than allowing yourself to avoid facing the ugliness, so in the early hours of the morning you slipped out of bed and grabbed your bag, making your way silently to Daryl’s cell.

He heard the key slowly insert into the lock and turn and he breathed in a hurried breath, straightening up. The door opened just enough for him to see you silhouetted in the dim light. You stepped inside and shut the door.

When the lantern clicked on, your eyes were downcast and he noticed you were taking deep, slow, measured breaths. You wouldn’t look at him.

He studied your expression, his eyebrows furrowing over his narrowed eyes. “Y/N,” he rasped. He saw you gulp but you still didn’t look at him. “Hey. Look at me,” he said.

Your face contorted slightly as you fought emotion, but you eventually raised your eyes to his and Daryl saw that they were glistening more than they should have been for the dim light. Far from what you expected, you saw no contempt, no disgust on Daryl’s face. You should have known better. All you saw was anger and concern and worry. “Ya ain’t gotta do this,” he said softly. “Not this.” You watched his eyes find the bruise on your neck left by Negan’s lips and you reflexively covered it with your hand. A flash of anger exploded in Daryl’s eyes for a moment and he let out an exhale that was mostly a growl, clenching his teeth. You stared back down at the floor of the cell, half wishing you could melt into it and disappear. Daryl gulped at the tightness in his throat and felt his stomach twist.

“I do have to. It’s almost done,” you said in a harsh whisper. You pulled out the food and water you had brought for him and he accepted it but he didn’t start eating. You could feel his eyes on your face still.

“Hey,” he whispered again, sounding a bit hoarse. “Y/N. C’mon, look at me.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling tears pouring down your cheeks. You covered your face with your hands and shook your head. Your shoulders heaved with shuddering breaths.

Daryl got up from where he was seated in the corner and moved over to you. “C’mere,” he said softly. You felt his arms around you, pulling you to him. “S’alright.” You were stiff at first but soon collapsed against his chest, your fingers clinging to him almost desperately. Daryl gently smoothed your hair. He rested his chin on the top of your head and held you tighter, his heart aching and fury burning in his stomach. “Ya ain’t gotta do this anymore,” he said. “Just get out.”

That snapped you out of it and you pulled back from him so you could look up into his face. You wiped the tears from your cheeks, shoving your shame in a box you could open later. Daryl’s hands stayed steadily around you. “No,” you said quickly. “I knew what I signed up for when I came back. And I wish—I wish you hadn’t seen any of that yesterday.” You straightened up and took a steadying breath. “But you’re getting out. Tomorrow,” you said softly, again meeting his eyes.

“Ya mean we are,” Daryl said.

You gulped again and averted your eyes away from the intensity of his gaze, anxiously chewing on your bottom lip.

“Y/N. Ya mean we are,” he repeated vehemently.

You shook your head. “Just you.”

“Like hell!” he growled.

“Daryl, if I stay in, I can help Alexandria and everyone from in here. I can—I can get information. I can sabotage whatever they—”

He shook his head firmly. “Nah. Nah. Fuck that. No. Ya ain’t stayin’.”

“Daryl—”

“No!” he exclaimed as loudly as he dared.

“Just listen—” you pleaded.

“No, ya listen to me!” he rasped. “If ya ain’t comin’ with me, then I ain’t leavin’. And that’s that. I won’t leave this goddamn cell. I’m not leavin’ ya in here with them, with him! I ain’t. So, you can forget about it. I’m not leavin’ ya behind. So, either adjust your plan, or we both stay in.”

You stared at him and from the look in his eyes and the way his jaw was set, his chin stubbornly inclined, it was apparent that there would be no changing his mind. There were flames in his eyes, like a wildfire. You nodded almost imperceptibly. “Alright. Okay.”

He nodded and grabbed the canteen and food you had brought him. As he raised the water to his lips you saw that his knuckles were swollen and bloody with dark bruises across them. “Your hand,” you murmured, reaching out and taking it in yours, inspecting it carefully, your fingers light on his skin.

“S’nothin’,” Daryl said, shrugging. Your touch raised goosebumps on his skin.

“What happened?” you asked him, again finding his blue eyes.

He just shook his head and didn’t say anything more. His eyes moved back to your hand on his and they caught on the silver wedding band Negan had slipped onto your finger. You suddenly realized what he was looking at and you withdrew your hands from his and ripped it off your finger, shoving it into your bag.

Daryl watched the turmoil on your face for a moment before he spoke. “What’s the plan?” he asked, taking a bite of the apple you had brought.

Your mouth dropped open and you thought for a moment. “I’ve got the keys to get you out of here and get us out of the building. And I got the key to your bike. Negan will be gone tomorrow with a lot of his best soldiers. I heard them talking today—they’re going for a pick up at Alexandria.” You sighed. “We sneak out through the south side, where they keep the bikes and trucks. I can walk around freely and make sure the coast is clear before I come and get you. We get on the bike and we go.”

“Go where? We can’t go back to Alexandria obviously.”

You nodded. “Hilltop. I’ll bring some clothes for you to change into when I can before we leave. We gotta get you out of that awful sweatshirt,” you said gently.

Daryl considered you for a long moment, his blue eyes drinking in your face. He nodded. “It’s simple. S’good. It’ll work.” He paused again. “What about weapons?” he asked.

You shook your head and he read worry on your face. “That’s the one thing I haven’t been able to solve. I don’t know where they keep them and I don’t have access to anything. I could maybe slip away with a knife from the kitchen but—”

“Nah. It’s fine. We’ll figure it out,” Daryl said. He nodded again. “We’re gettin’ out,” he said. “Both of us.” You thought you saw his bottom lip quivering.

You nodded back at him. “Yeah. We are.”

His face contorted a little as he bit back emotion, his head slumping forward and his broad shoulders rounding. Your hands flew to his shoulders, and you brushed his hair aside gently. He gripped onto your wrist tightly. You moved closer to him, your heart breaking. You pressed a kiss to his forehead as his eyes were downcast but they snapped up to yours in surprise again at the tenderness you were showing him, despite where you were and what you were being subjected to. Your face broke into a teary smile and he was amazed at it. Everything you had been through… and you’d thrown yourself into it again, for him, risking everything. You were sitting in this shithole with him, smiling at him. He couldn’t make goddamn sense of any of it.

“We’re getting out,” you whispered.

Daryl nodded and straightened up. “We are.”

It was safe to say that even after you left, locking Daryl back into his cell for what you hoped was the last time, neither of you slept at all that night.

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PART ONE. aaron hotchner x reader

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There’s a serial killer going after women that look just like you, and when you find yourself at the Unsub’s address long before the rest of the team, you go in alone. Despite Hotch’s orders.

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tw- implied sexual assault, violent themes, guns, blood, LOTS of tears

a/n- hi babies! this is my first criminal minds imagine ahh. I've been watching the show ever since I was like 14, but I’ve been really binging it lately and I got the push to write for it! I’m really excited about this and I hope you all love it! There is going to be a part two, which is gonna focus on (Y/N)’s recovery and her getting back into the field! I always appreciate reblogs and feedback xx

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“(Y/L/N), the Unsub is going after women that look just like you, you are not to go in there alone, do I make myself clear?”

“Hotch-”

“DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”

You flinched and pulled your phone away from your ear, pursing your lips in annoyance.

“Crystal.” You hung up the phone and threw into the passenger seat, your body raging with annoyance for your boss. Him and the team wouldn’t be there for another 20 minutes and you were running out of time. The latest victim went missing yesterday, and according to the pattern, her body would be found in just a couple of hours, at the crack of dawn.

You cracked your fingers and your neck, growing impatient. You knew Hotch trusted you, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was the two of you had gotten involved and now he’s holding you back. You tried to tell yourself he only cared, that he was only concerned, that he loved you, and on one hand, he did have a point. This man was going after women who have the exact same build and features as you, but you had a job to do. Both of you agreed to not let your feelings get in the way, and here he was, holding you back, and potentially putting an innocent woman in danger.

You sighed and rested your head on the steering wheel, when you heard a blood curdling scream. Your head shot up and you immediately adjusted your vest and pulled out your gun and flashlight, wasting no time storming into the house.

“We’re down the street, are you ready?” Hotch asked, not turning his head toward Emily in the passenger seat next to him. He was rushing, he told you not to go into the house but something in his gut is telling him that you did anyway. You had separated from Derek when there were two possible leads presented at the same time, both of you agreeing it would be faster to split up. You were alone when Garcia called with an address, and a lot closer than everyone else.

“Ready.”

The team pulled up to the house and Hotch felt every muscle in his body tense when he saw your car door open. You had gone into the house.

He wasted no time, not even bothering to turn off the car or close the door.

“(Y/N)’s in there with no back up.” He said frantically.

No one said a word, just all shared worried glances and immediately made their way to the front door, Hotch taking the lead and kicking the door down.

“FBI!” He yelled out, pointing his gun and flashlight in all directions.

“Morgan, Prentiss, take the upstairs. Reid, Rossi, and I will cover downstairs.

Everyone nodded before dispersing to their assigned areas of the house.

Hotch’s mind was wandering to places it shouldn’t be. What if you were dead? He couldn’t see it. He wasn’t ready-

“FBI, put the gun down!”

Morgan.

They were upstairs.

The three men downstairs rushed to the stairs, running up with guns drawn, coming up behind their teammates. The Unsub had his gun pointed to the head of a woman who looked just like you, but you weren’t in sight. Hotch let his eyes wander around the poorly lit, dirty room, until they stopped on you, and he had to hold back a sob.

He wasn’t listening as Reid talked down the Unsub, he wasn’t listening when Emily fired off a gunshot to his shoulder, letting the woman go. He wasn’t listening when Derek yanked him off the floor in handcuffs, handing him over to Rossi so he could escort him to the police. He wasn't listening when Reid and Emily ran toward the girl checking her over for injuries and handing her into the care of the paramedics. All he could hear was the ringing in his ears, and all he could see was you.

Once the Unsub waa gone, he fell to his knees in front of you.

You were tied to a pole, duct tape over your mouth and your hands and feet restrained, there was blood trickling down your face and you were beaten badly. The Unsub must have focused all of his attention on you when you entered the house.

His hands fumbled to untie your restraints, but he was shaking too much and couldn’t do it. Spencer kneeled down next to him and got to work on your restraints, letting his hands rest on your face. His eyes raked over your body, checking for any other serious injuries, when they froze on your torso, soaked in blood.

“Wake up, baby. Please. God, please wake up!”

As soon as you were untied your limp body slumped against him and he laid you down, your head resting on his lap, his shaking hands reaching for your neck, checking for a pulse.

“She- she’s alive!” He yelled, throwing off his jacket to press against your torso, not bothering to thank Emily when she rushed over to hold it for him. He stroked your hair and your face gently, trying his best to wake you up but not startle you.

Your eyes fluttered and you groaned, turning your head to the side, closer to him.

“Hey, baby. I need you to keep your eyes open for me, okay?”

Your eyes were still fluttering, and you tried your best to keep them open for more than a second.

“M’so tired.”

“I know, sweetheart. I know but you have to stay awake just a little bit longer for me, yeah? I can’t lose you, please.”

The team watched helplessly, Emily decided you needed more encouragement, and spoke up from her position next to you, still applying pressure to your abdomen, her tears falling freely from her eyes.

“Hey, girl. You gotta hold on for us, alright? We need you.”

Reid felt a tear fall down his cheek, and he turned his face to watch the window for the ambulance, not being able to watch any longer.

Derek couldn’t contain his anger with himself, he had let you go alone. Knowing that sick bastard was going after women just like you, and he let you go alone. He turned and slammed his fists into the wall, letting out a cry. You had to be okay.

Rossi was downstairs with the police, he had helped the first girl in the ambulance, but they had only been prepared for one person. His heart was aching as he could hear the cries of his team upstairs.

“(Y/N), can I carry you downstairs to get to the ambulance faster?” Derek asked as he calmed himself down, he didn’t think Hotch’s body would make it far without collapsing in worry and sadness.

Your eyes were wide and you grabbed Hotch’s arm, “Don’t” You sucked in a breath, “Don’t leave-”

“It’s okay, I’m not leaving you, okay? Morgan’s gonna take you downstairs, I’ll be right behind you.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your head.

“I love- I love you.”

Hotch continued to sob, “I love you, but you’re gonna be okay.”

Derek gently took you from his arms, hoisting you up and hurrying you down the stairs as he could begin to hear the distant sirens. “I’m so sorry, babygirl. I’m so sorry.”

If you’ve ever wondered how much a psychopathic killer can do to you in 20!minutes, the answer is a lot.

It’s been one week since you went into the house alone, and you were cleared to go home today. The team came to see you every day, and Hotch never left your side. He cried when you woke up, burying his face into your neck and leaving soft kisses. You didn’t want him to stop touching you, but you felt empty, you couldn’t reciprocate, you couldn’t speak, you just laid there as the love of your life cried tears of relief over you, holding you close to him.

You didn’t speak when Derek cried and apologized for leaving you alone, you couldn’t tell him it wasn’t his fault.

You didn’t speak when Dave kissed your head and told you he was happy you were still with them.

You didn’t speak when Reid smiled and grabbed your hand, stray tears falling down his face.

You didn’t speak when Garcia rushed into the room and held your face.

You didn’t speak when JJ threw her arms around you.

You didn’t speak when Emily held you, telling you she didn’t know what she’d do if you didn’t make it.

You didn’t speak on the ride home with Hotch, despite him telling you Jack couldn’t wait to see you.

When Aaron caught on that you weren’t going to show emotion for a long time, he called Jessica to tell her it was best that Jack stayed with her for a while, he didn’t want him seeing you that way.

Once you arrived home, you let him help you out of the car and inside. He led you up the stairs into your bedroom. He decided it was best for him to stay with you at your place, not wanting you to be alone, but also wanting you to be in your own home. Once you were showered and in a clean pair of pajamas, tucked away in bed, your cat jumped up on the bed rubbing her face against yours and purring, before flopping down and falling asleep at your side.

Hotch watched as you just laid there, propped up against your pillows, staring at the wall.

“(Y/N).”

“I can still feel his hands.” You whimpered and his heart squeezed in his chest.

“Everywhere.” You finally let out the sob you had been holding in since you first woke up and saw Hotch fast asleep in the uncomfortable hospital chair next to you.

He was by your side immediately, pulling you close to him, and you wrapped your arms around him, finally receiving the comfort you’ve been desperately craving.

“I’m sorry.” You cried, choking on your own breath and sobs. “I’m so sorry. It’s n-not Derek’s fault, it’s mine. It’s my fault.”

Hotch shut his eyes in pain, this was no one’s fault but the sick man who did this to you.

“It’s not your fault either, (Y/N).”

“I didn’t listen, I should’ve listened to you.” Your muffled voice cried against his chest.

“You did what any of us would’ve done. Yes, it ended badly, and I will tell you to never do that again, but we’re here now. Don’t dwell on it, sweetheart.”

You just continued to cry and inch impossibly closer to him.

“I’m not going to lie to you and say that you’re okay. You’re not, and you probably won’t be for a long time. But you’re safe, and I am here for you every step of the way. There won’t be one second that you’re alone. You’re gonna get through this baby, I promise.”

You continued to cry and hold onto him as you fell asleep, your breaths starting to even out until your body relaxed against his. He situated the both of you so you both were more comfortable, but still in each other’s embrace. Your cat purred and resituated herself in between your legs. The road to recovery was going to be long, but all he could think about right now was how relieved he was to have you home, in his arms.

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