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hannahbarberra162 · 5 months ago

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Under the Microscope, Chapter 12 (Yandere Sabo x Reader)

18+ MDNI | on Ao3

TW: light violence and gore at the beginning, medical whump afterwards.

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Sabo POV

Sabo was always in control. He always had been, always had to be. First he had to control himself around his biological family, pretending to think like them and pretending to like them. Next came Ace and it went without saying that Sabo was the one who kept his cool. Ace was brash and emotional, always getting them into trouble while Sabo was the one getting them out. Not to say he didn’t like it - Ace was his brother, his twin, his mirror.

And Luffy was his own situation entirely.

At work, Sabo was the chief of staff and as such had tremendous responsibility to his subordinates. He ran meetings, planned raids and battles, kept the organization flowing smoothly. He was in his element, controlling the coming and going of the RA with ease.

Sabo never drank in excess either, never once blacked out, never did drugs. He always wanted to be mentally available and secure in the knowledge that he'd be able to do whatever was needed. On the island, Ace was prone to getting black out drunk and often tried to get Sabo to join in. Sabo didn't see the purpose behind it but dutifully held Ace's hair back from his face when he was puking the next day.

Sabo never acted out of passion or anger on the battlefield, using his wits as a weapon in conjunction with his pipe. He had heard stories about people seeing red and losing themselves during difficult fights, but Sabo never felt that way. Fighting was part of his job, it was rarely personal.

And yet, Sabo had no memory of the massacre he and Ace committed against the Marines who had hurt Sunny. Sabo wasn’t one for purposeless carnage, he tried his best to keep fatalities to a minimum on his missions. The last thing he remembered was telling Sunny to close her eyes but everything after that was lost. He snapped back to reality when Ace grabbed his arm and held it back, preventing him from swinging again.

“I think they're dead enough Sabo,” Ace said with a grimace, glancing down. Looking at the deck, Sabo saw a head that had been bashed in beyond recognition with only a pool of brain and bones left on the deck.

Looking down, he realized he wasn’t even on the deck of the RA ship anymore. Somehow he was standing on the Red Dog’s Den, the Marine ship that had come to attack them. Getting his bearings, he saw Ace shoving charred corpses off the side of the ship, joining the hundreds below. The ocean was full of corpses in various states of destruction bobbing gently in the red tinged water. The Sea Kings would be eating well, that was for sure. Sabo could pretend that he felt bad for killing all those Marines, but he didn’t. They deserved what was coming to them for trying to kill Ace and hurting…

“Ace, where’s Sunny?!” Sabo yelled frantically, searching desperately for her smaller form on the deck of the burning RA ship. If he had hurt Sunny in the melee, he would -

“She’s already in the infirmary, Iva took her. She’s on this ship, the RA commandeered it,” Ace said, kicking a Marine corpse off the ship.

“Are all the Marines dead?” Sabo asked, knocking the brains off his pipe with the sole of his boot.

“Yeah, we got ‘em all. There were like, thousands of ‘em. Some made it to the RA ship but you set it on fire so…” Ace shrugged as he trailed off. Killing wasn’t new to either of them but Ace was lost in his thoughts, Sabo had seen the far away look in his eyes before. Sabo didn’t have time right now, he would catch up with Ace after he saw Sunny was alive. Tearing off for the stairs down to the lower levels, Sabo gripped his pipe tighter in his hand as he practically flew down the halls to the infirmary. If there was one thing he liked about Marine ships it was that they were all built with the same design. He’d been on a similar ship a few years back and they hadn’t made any significant changes to the style.

Bursting through the door of the infirmary, Sabo scanned the area quickly for Sunny. There were RA soldiers in some of the beds, most of them looked alright though some would need extensive help from Iva. As Chief of Staff he would have to ensure the health and wellbeing of his soldiers but right now he could only think of one person. Barging down the aisle, he saw Iva’s purple curly hair in the window to a patient room. Skidding to a halt in front of the door, Sabo composed himself for a moment before turning the handle and entering the room.

Iva was patting your arm as you lay in the clinic bed. Bandages covered nearly all of your visible skin, some of which still had bright red blood seeping through. Your hands were cocooned in bandages, none of your digits free from the wrappings. The portions of your face that Sabo could see were bruised with broken blood vessels beneath the skin, your jaw at an angle that suggested it was broken. If he had been watching for you, if he’d been faster, if he’d seen you on the deck sooner, he could have prevented all of this from happening to you. He couldn’t ever repay his debt to you for saving his brother using your brilliant mind and your devil fruit power. Now that he thought about it, he’d left you in seastone, how had you removed it to save Ace?

Mulling it over, the door creaked as Sabo opened it slowly so as not to disturb your sleep. As he approached you his stomach roiled with the obvious extent of your injuries. He hadn’t seen all that much of your assault but he already knew you weren’t a fighter. You didn’t have combat experience and probably hadn’t taken a punch since basic training. Sabo knew you weren’t able to defend yourself, that’s what he had promised to do for you. And he’d failed, not only you, but Ace as well. He couldn’t protect you, couldn’t protect Ace, what was the point of being strong if it didn’t help those he loved.

“Sabo boy, I - I don’t know what to say,” Iva said, your chest rising and falling under her gaze. Sabo didn’t either, the two of them watching the IV lines slowly dripping medicine into your destroyed body. After a few minutes Iva continued, “I know what to say - she saved Ace’s life,” Iva said quietly, still touching your arm. You were hooked up to IVs and had drainage lines coming out of your mouth, reminding Sabo of the first time he’d taken you on a ship. Kidnapped you, really. Sabo set his hat down on a side table, unstrapping his pipe and setting it aside.

“She’s stable but heavily injured. She’ll make it through, none of her injuries are life threatening. I didn’t use adrenaline- it wouldn’t have helped her, just kept her awake and in pain. I’m going to check on the others, make sure things are tied up. Stay with her for a few minutes, Sabo boy. She’s a hero,” Iva said softly, pushing your hair out of your face. You didn’t move or react at all, nothing to indicate that there was anything left of you besides your still breathing body. Iva stood up, clapping Sabo on the shoulder and giving him an encouraging pat as she left. He dropped into the chair Iva vacated. The adrenaline rush from before was fading and Sabo had so much more to do.

Sabo leaned over the bed, getting a closer look at you as your chest rose and fell evenly. The left side of your face was nearly black and it was particularly pronounced around your left eye. He reached for you with his hands but retracted them when he saw that his gloves were no longer brown but red with blood. It didn’t bother Sabo particularly to know that he’d just been on a murder spree but he didn’t want to infect any of your open wounds. Clutching his knees, he bowed his head, his blonde hair falling in his face.

“Sunny, I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’m so sorry. I can’t- I wasn’t there in time to protect you. And that was a promise that I made to you when I took you - that I’d be protecting and taking care of you from then on and I - I didn’t keep it. I can’t thank you enough for saving Ace. I’ll be th-thanking you for the rest of my life,” Sabo said, wiping away the tears that were now falling from his eyes.

“I’m suh-sorry, Sunny,” Sabo sobbed, crossing his arms on your cot and laying his head down.

Sunny POV

You’d been tired for weeks, for months, for years. You couldn’t remember a time when you hadn’t felt tired in your adult life. But you’d never felt like this before. Anytime you were able to open your eyes and groggily wake up you wished you were asleep again. It felt like all your bones had been replaced by metal screws, constantly tightening and keeping you in pain. After the first time you woke, you shut your eyes again moments later. To be awake was to be in pain and you couldn’t bear it. The nurses gave you painkillers around the clock to keep you comfortable and you didn’t protest as they kept you tucked deep in sleep, far away from the pain of reality.

The first time you woke up, you thought you were back at your old base. You had a few nightmares during your time with Sabo in which you were back in the Marines and they were going to throw you into the brig for fraternizing with wanted pirates. So when you woke and found yourself in a Marine patient gown on a Marine ship, your confused brain took it for reality.

You began to panic as you realized your body wasn’t working like you remembered. Your jaw was wired shut, you couldn’t see out of your left eye, and you were in hard casts from your hands to your shoulders. The only place left free were your legs, which were black and blue from internal bleeding. You tried turning your head to get your bearings but it hurt too much to turn very far. An alarm went off near you making you shrink back from the sound. Nearly as fast as the alarm went off, a short, raven haired man came by and turned it off. He wasn’t wearing any kind of Marine uniform and you didn’t recognize him by sight. He was talking at you as your brain tried to catch up to what was happening.

“Good morning, Sunshine! Or afternoon at least. I’m Logan, one of the RA nurses. You’ve been sleeping for quite some time - a few days now. After I get you up I’ll go get Sabo, he’ll be excited to see you’re awake,” he yapped at you as he moved you to sitting carefully as you whined from the painful sensation. RA nurses? On the Marine ship? You struggled to put the pieces together as you tried to recall anything you could from the fight. Logan left you for a moment and you let your head loll to the side. Sabo…you remembered seeing him standing above you, his pipe dripping in blood as he set his gaze on the Marines in front of you.

It was mere moments before Sabo’s top hat appeared in the window of your room. Logan opened the door for Sabo, who stood with his mouth open in the doorway.

“Sunny - I - you - you’re awake,” Sabo sputtered while staring at you, as if spellbound. You couldn’t answer very well due to your jaw but after a moment standing there frozen, he moved towards you slowly.

“Sunny -” he repeated, reaching his gloved hand out to you as if to stroke your cheek. It wasn’t intentional but you flinched as his hand came close to your face. Sabo had never hurt you but the last memories you had were of someone beating you to death. Sabo’s fingers curled into his palm as he frowned and sat down in the chair by the bed.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up, I came here as soon as I heard you were awake. Are you - do you remember who I am?” he asked softly, leaning in closer. You looked at him warily but nodded. “Do you know where you are? What happened?” he continued, his eyes roving over your face. You tilted your head from side to side to indicate that you sort of remembered but the rapid movement made your head hurt. His hands gripped the railing on the side of your bed as he began speaking to you.

“We’re on the Marine ship that was fighting us. You saved Ace’s life and the Marines started to attack you. I got there as soon as I could but I…I wasn’t fast enough to help you before you got hurt. Ace and I - we took care of the Marines and you’ve been here ever since then. It’s been about 4 days since the explosion. We’ve commandeered the Marine ship and are using it to sail to an RA rendezvous point where we’ll switch to another RA ship since we can’t be sure this one isn’t compromised -” Sabo kept talking but your mind felt like it was completely full so you shut your eyes to process what he’d told you so far. Sabo stopped talking and the room lapsed into silence.

“I’m sorry Sunny. I’m sorry I didn’t p-protect you, that you got h-hurt. I told you -” You opened your working eye to see that Sabo had started crying, tears coming out of his right eye as the other remained dry. It was incomprehensible to you that someone like Sabo would cry, especially over someone like you. Wanting to comfort him, you lifted your bandaged arm, the very one he’d put the seastone bracelet on, and patted his hand. Sabo’s head snapped up as he searched your face. He covered your hand with his own gently, like any pressure would break your bones further.

“Sunny -” he started to talk again but you were worn out from the ordeal. You let him hold your hand as his sniffles continued, trying to give him a reassuring look as much as you could. You tried to say his name before drifting off to sleep again but weren’t sure you quite made it.

From there on, you came to consciousness in bits and spurts. It reminded you of the last time Sabo had given you drugs for seasickness but this time you felt like you were still dreaming anytime you were awake. There would be different nurses attending to you but upon hearing you were awake Sabo would come within minutes, no matter the time of day or night. Sometimes he stayed for hours and sometimes only for a few minutes but it was always nice to see his familiar face. He talked to you a lot - sometimes you understood and followed what he said but sometimes you just let him speak at you as your unfocused mind drifted.

You wanted to see and ask about Ace but it often slipped out of your mind before you could say anything. You tried to grunt Ace’s name to get Sabo to understand but it was difficult for anyone to understand anything you said. Once you thought you heard Ace talking to Sabo outside your room so you listened eagerly.

“ - have to call him,” Sabo pleaded.

“I - it’s complicated. I haven’t seen him since Marineford and I don’t -” Ace started to say, sounding unsure of himself. You wished he would come into your room so you could hug and talk to him but you hadn't seen him yet when you were awake.

“Sunny needs him. She saved your life, I think you can put your feelings on hold,” Sabo replied icily. There was a beat of silence between the brothers before Ace sighed and answered.

“Of course, you’re right. I’ll call now, I think I still have his number,” Ace mumbled as his voice got quieter and you heard him stomping away. You watched the window in the door hoping to finally see Ace but he wasn’t there. Yawning widely, you reminded yourself to ask Sabo about Ace. After spending that month together you were fairly familiar with Ace and you were getting worried about his extended absence.

Time passed quickly as you recuperated in your bed, snowed under the heavy painkilling drugs you were given. You were never quite sure when you'd wake up so you tried to just let time wash over you. Sabo was your most frequent visitor, followed by Iva. For someone as vibrant as they were, Iva toned themselves down in your presence. You enjoyed time with both of them but you really wanted to see Ace. Sabo told you he hadn’t left again, that he was still on the ship and would be until the rendezvous point but he hadn’t stopped by. Well, not when you were awake. Once when you woke up you saw Ace’s cowboy hat on the table by the window and another time you thought you saw him leaving the room as you started to stir. You didn’t know what you did to upset him but you wished he would give you a chance to talk to him.

But that was another problem. Your current physical state was so weak that you couldn’t do anything for yourself. Sabo had given you the rundown of your extensive injuries - broken jaw, broken ribs, internal bleeding, fractured skull, broken fingers, traumatic brain injury and more. As much as your broken bones pained you, you figured that they’d heal eventually. You’d been awake a few times when your bandages were being changed but you’d been too cowardly to look at your own body and see the carnage. You were much more worried about your left eye - you still couldn’t control it or see out of it. It was like half the world was suddenly torn away and there wasn’t anything you could do to get it back. Sabo said there was still hope that you’d be able to recover your eyesight so you tried to stop yourself from needlessly worrying about it. It didn’t work, but you tried.

Being unable to move meant two things that you disliked equally. One was that you were now dependent on others for nearly everything. When you had to eat, nurses held drinks or food in cups with straws in front of your mouth and had to wait on you until you were finished. Your wired jaw prevented you from speaking while your bandaged hands made you unable to hold anything or write down what you wanted. Your methods of communication had been reduced to pointing in the general direction of what you wanted and grunting. It was trying, to say the least.

The other thing that you didn’t like was that now there was no distracting you from your thoughts. Not only that but as you began to stay awake for longer periods of time you wanted to do things to occupy your mind. Sabo left you some scientific journals but since you had lost vision in your eye, it took you three times as long to read anything and process the information. You became tired very easily and had to rest often from something as inane as sitting up. You couldn’t write or magnify due to your broken fingers, you couldn’t speak due to your jaw, you could barely read. It was absolutely miserable and you looked forward to the times that your nurses would give you your meds not only for the pain relief but so you could slip into sleep and avoid being awake.

There was one benefit to having your jaw wired shut though - you were able to avoid deep conversations with Sabo. There was so much to discuss, so much left unsaid but in your current state you weren’t able to respond. Sabo apologized to you frequently, always self flagellating over the actions that led you to where you were now. You wanted to tell him to stop beating himself up, that he’d saved your life in return, that you’d always choose Ace and that you had no regrets over your actions. You did have some feelings about the sea stone bracelet but you'd sort that out later as well. Eventually the two of you would have to have those conversations but for the time being you could just avoid them all together.

In your current state, Sabo was attentive to you and took on a great deal of the responsibility for caring for you when he was with you. He often fed you or gave you water, patiently waiting for you to finish no matter how long it took or who asked for his attention. Sometimes you woke up to see Sabo’s hat on your nightstand and Sabo sleeping in the chair in the corner of the room. Since the event Sabo had stopped touching you outside of what was necessary. He convened with the nurses on staff and kept you informed of your progress when you were awake. You found yourself thankful for Sabo’s presence among all the strangers who were treating you. You yearned for Ace to visit but Sabo’s mouth went tight whenever you tried to grunt or sign for Ace in some way. Sabo assured you Ace was alright, that he was just stewing and would come out of it eventually.

One day (morning? afternoon?) you woke and heard voices talking outside your door. You perked up as you heard Ace’s voice talking to Sabo, maybe he’d finally come in and spend time with you. Sabo said Ace was having a hard time and didn’t want you to see him like that but you didn’t care, you just missed your friend. You tried to listen in as best you could to the muffled voices.

“- be nice. She -” Ace sounded nervous again but you couldn’t see him. You imagined he might be gripping the brim of his hat in his hands, moving nervously from one foot to the other.

“What do you mean ‘be nice’ yoi? I’m nice to everyone. Besides, I know. Everyone knows what she did. It’s alright Ace, come in with me to see her,” an unfamiliar voice replied calmly.

“No, I can’t. She doesn’t want to see me,” Ace mumbled. You sat up even higher in your bed and tried to make noise to let him know that you desperately wanted to see him. But of course, your wired jaw prevented anything more than an animalistic grunt from leaving your mouth.

“That’s not true and you know it. I’ve been telling you that she’s been asking-” you heard Sabo rebut to Ace with the request you’d tried to deliver a few times.

“I’ll be on the deck when you’re done,” Ace said with finality. You’d heard that tone many times before and it didn’t bode well for your chances to see him. Falling back on your pillows you waited for the unfamiliar person to enter your room with Sabo. You knew that your reaction times were slowed due to having only one eye currently working but you still did a double take upon seeing another of your scientific heroes walking in through your door - Marco the Phoenix.

Your eyes widened as he walked towards you, the Whitebeard tattoo prominently displayed on his chest under his open shirt and doctor’s coat. You weren’t sure that it was hygienic to have your nipples exposed while treating patients but you certainly weren’t going to argue with someone who could cure injury with their devil fruit.

“Sunny, this is Marco the Phoenix, you may have heard of him. He and Ace were Commanders under Whitebeard together and he was the ship’s physician. He’s going to try to help your recovery if that is okay with you,” Sabo explained. You figured it was something like that but you were glad Sabo was telling you anyway. You nodded rapidly, it had been a lifelong dream to see Marco work.

“Wow, Sunny’s eager to meet you,” Sabo remarked with amusement, noting the gleam in your eye. You nodded even as a slight flush came to your cheeks from the attention.

“It’s an honor to meet you as well yoi,” Marco said with an easy smile. “You’re quite the person of interest in the New World right now,” he continued, snapping on medical gloves. You rolled your eyes, as if you could compare to the brilliance and splendor of Marco the Phoenix.

“Wait Sunny, how did you know about Marco? I thought you don’t know any famous pirates- oh. Let me guess - Marco published a paper in some medical journal?” Sabo asked dryly, giving you an eyebrow raise. You nodded even more enthusiastically, wishing you had your copies on hand for him to sign.

“I didn’t know anyone actually read those,” Marco said with a small laugh, unwinding his stethoscope from around his neck.

“What were they about?” Sabo asked. You wished you could gush about Marco’s work on cell death and disease impact factors but your jaw was still unmoving. Marco sat down on a stool near the bed and scooted closer to you. You didn’t realize how tall he was, even sitting he still loomed over you. Putting the stethoscope in his ears, he tapped the drum and began speaking to you.

“They’re not that interesting, I promise yoi,” Marco said with a grin. You frowned and huffed as best you could, you found them fascinating and were sure Sabo would too. “I’ll give you a routine assessment first, nothing that you haven’t already experienced. There aren’t any doctors on the RA crew but the nurses have been doing a fantastic job. I want to see where your injuries are in the healing process and determine what the next steps will be. Is that alright with you yoi?” Marco asked, his hands still on his stethoscope. You nodded, a little ashamed of the state of your body.

“Alright, I’m going to start with your internal injuries and work my way to the external ones. Are you knowledgeable about anatomy and physiology?” Marco asked. Sabo scoffed at the question even as you tilted your head from side to side in a “so so” meaning.

“She is, she’s underselling her intelligence again. She’s the world’s leading scientist on lineage factors, she knows more than anyone else in this hemisphere,” Sabo bragged on your behalf as you shook your head. If you were able to talk, you’d argue that you knew a lot about the human body at the microscopic level but not as much as a physician would about disease processes or treating injuries.

“So you must be the one who made Ace his new Mera Mera as well?” Marco asked, his hands palpating your tender jaw. You nodded shyly as the doctor began his examination.

Sabo POV

Sabo watched you flush even further as Marco complimented your skills and intelligence. Sabo knew it was a trick to keep you from focusing too much on your physical examination but it still annoyed him ever so slightly. Obviously, Marco wasn’t going to swoop in and take you away, Marco had retired as a pirate and was living on Whitebeard’s old home island. And yet, Marco was charming, charismatic, and you already liked him based on his intelligence. Sabo’s feelings of jealousy wormed through his gut as Marco spoke to you and assessed your condition.

Sabo’s feelings were compounded by the fact that he’d pulled back from you recently, wanting you to feel as comfortable as possible. He tried to spend all his limited free time with you but he always felt like it wasn’t enough. You always looked exhausted, even more than when he first met you. He knew you didn’t like depending on others after a lifetime of independence so he tried to give you as much emotional space as possible. Every time he saw your mitten bandaged hands it reminded him of that day all over again, of all that you’d given up for him and his brother. Which was why Sabo had forced Ace to call Marco despite his deep objections.

Ace had railed that Marco hated him, that he wouldn’t want to see him ever again, that Marco blamed Ace for Whitebeard’s death, that Marco blamed Ace for Blackbeard becoming an Emperor, the list went on and on. Sabo argued that none of that was true but Ace hadn’t budged. Sabo had resorted to bringing Ace down to the infirmary to look at you in recovery before Ace had agreed to call Marco. Hopefully Marco could heal your physical injuries then help Ace with his emotional ones. Ace had needed to speak with Marco for a long time and this would be a good opportunity to force the reunion.

Marco was an efficient doctor, checking Sunny over quickly but thoroughly. Sabo had to look away as Marco had skimmed his long fingers over your broken ribs, not wanting you to see his displeased face. Soon enough, Marco was rolling back from your bed and writing down notes on your chart. He had clipped and removed the wire from your jaw in anticipation of healing your bones shortly. You clutched Sabo’s hand as pain relief as Marco delicately removed the metal from your face. For what felt like the millionth time, Sabo wished he could bear the pain for you instead of watching helplessly from the sidelines.

“I’m going to start healing you yoi. I’m going to begin with your head then move down to your hands. I’m guessing you are itching for some independence,” Marco said, placing his stethoscope in the pocket of his doctor’s coat and removing his gloves, throwing them in the metal trash can. He raised his right hand with a smile, his hand already enveloped in blue flames. You nodded rapidly, excited for the scientific opportunity as Sabo smiled to himself.

“Start with her hands, she’s going to want to watch you heal on a microscopic level,” Sabo suggested while tossing you an indulgent look. You enthusiastically nodded at Sabo’s words and tried to grunt the word “please” to Marco.

“Sabo knows you well it seems. It doesn’t really make a difference where I start, I’m happy to begin with your hands yoi. My only request is that I also get to see the magnifications, I admit I’m incredibly curious,” Marco said, beginning to unwrap your hands. Sabo hid his reaction as he saw your deformed fingers set straight with braces. Your wistful gaze when you had looked at the clear night sky told him all he needed to know about your feelings towards the loss of your powers even after you’d gotten the seastone he’d put on you off. Sabo had put seastone on himself for a day during your initial recovery as penance but it wasn’t even close to what you’d had to endure.

Marco held your hands in his own, making you blush and look away. Marco looked at Sabo and mouthed the word “cute,” giving him a wink. Sabo didn’t react to the teasing doctor but shifted on his feet, waiting impatiently for your hands to be healed. Ace told Sabo that Marco’s healing flames weren’t painful but Sabo worried anyway, searching your face for any sign of pain. The only thing he saw was fascination as you watched the Phoenix fire dance over your skin. A few moments later, Marco took away his hands, letting you flex and bend your fingers slowly.

“They might be a little sore but they should be completely healed. Let me know if anything still hurts,” Marco added, now putting his hands on either side of your head. You held up your index finger in a sign for “wait,” and quickly made a rectangle with your fingers, moving the magnification to where Marco’s hands were in anticipation of him healing your jaw. Giving him a thumbs up to Marco, you waited eagerly, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. Sabo wanted to kiss you right there but knew it wasn’t appropriate. Marco began again and you magnified the area. You shook your hands rapidly as Sabo watched cells dance inside the magnification.

“Wow, I had no idea - this is incredible yoi. Look at that mitochondria you can even see -” Marco had taken his hand off the left side of your face to point out the detail of the cristae.

“Focus Marco,” Sabo snapped, wanting your torment to be over as quickly as possible. Marco raised an eyebrow at Sabo’s words and gave him a sharp look. Sabo had a feeling that if Sunny wasn't in the room Marco's talons would shortly be meeting Sabo's own.

“I assure you I’m focused yoi. I’ve been healing broken bones since before you were born Sabo,” Marco tossed at him.

“I apologize,” Sabo quickly supplied. He wasn’t in the position to bark orders at someone doing a huge favor, much less Ace’s former crewmate and lover.

“It’s alright, a lot of boyfriends get nervous yoi,” Marco said with a laugh, tension already gone. Sunny rolled her eyes at Marco’s words but was still unable to respond with his hands on her jaw. When done, Marco removed his hands as Sunny flexed her jaw, wincing as it opened wider than it had in weeks.

“Your whole body is likely to be sore, it’s not something I can fix for you yoi. It’s not an injury per se, it's your body warning you to take things easy. Let’s keep going and maybe afterwards you can rest in a hot bath. Sabo can arrange it, I’m sure,” Marco replied, putting his hands on your ribs. The rest of the healing seemed to take moments as Marco covered you in his healing flames. Sabo watched the kind flames dance over your skin, so unlike the destructive fire he and his brother wielded. He idly wondered if you would like him more if he had been the Phoenix as you watched Marco, transfixed by the wonder of his power. Once the healing was complete, Marco sat back down on the stool and looked at your face carefully.

“I’ve healed everything I can. Your bones are all healed and set correctly, your internal bleeding injuries are gone as is your concussion. But I will be honest with you and this may be hard to hear yoi,” Marco began. Sabo put his hand gently around your own, letting you squeeze his fingers from nervousness. “I can’t heal your sight in your left eye yoi. My powers only extend to healing, not to repairing things that have healed incorrectly. Your optic nerve was damaged and your eye has already healed itself. It hasn’t healed in a way we would like, but it has healed from the acute injury yoi. I can’t do anything for your sight,” Marco said solemnly. Your hand went limp in Sabo’s as he stroked your skin gently.

“So - I - my eye - I’m like this forever?” you said, breaking into a sob. Sabo remained strong for you as he wiped away tears from your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” Marco said softly, touching your arm. He kept talking to you but your far away look told Sabo you weren’t listening.

“Marco, please give us a few moments,” Sabo said softly, his attention focused solely on you now. Marco nodded and left the room, closing the door. Your lip wobbled but you held yourself together while Marco could still be seen through the glass of the door. When the sound of Marco’s footsteps finally receded, you broke down. Sobbing loudly, you screwed your eyes tight as Sabo rubbed circles on your back with his hand. Sabo watched as both of your eyes spilled tears down your cheeks. It was a good sign of ocular health, but he didn't want to tell you that now. You pulled your hands out of his own to wipe your face with your sleeves as your cried quietly, your sobs the only thing in Sabo's mind. Mentally he prepared himself for the torrent of harsh words you were likely to tell him shortly. You'd tell him that you hated him - for the kidnapping, the seastone, the beating, and now the partial loss of your eyesight. And he'd take everything you had to say, he deserved it. Looking up at Sabo from where you lay in the bed, you hiccuped and began to speak.

“I-i’m sorry. I don’t want y-you or Ma-marco to think I’m ung-grateful. Thank you for hic saving my li-ife. I’ll th-thank Marco too. I’m j-just sad ab-about my eye. I c-can’t see as well or sniffle read as we-ll and I wo-won’t be able to research. Bu-ut at least now we m-match,” Sunny said with a watery smile, pointing to Sabo’s dead left eye.

Taglist: @mfreedomstuff@epochal-oracle @divinedolliebun @rebeccawinters

#op x y/n #x reader #tw yandere #sabo x reader #sabo the revolutionary #yandere Sabo #under the microscope au #portgas d ace #Ace is being avoidant #he'll come around #he doesn't mean it #he's just in his feels #tfw you kill a lot of Marines :(#or :| they don't care much

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writhyv · 6 months ago

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𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ αℓℓ мʏ ωσяκƨ ιи σиɛ ρℓαcɛ

⋆ note: as of now, all my works are very much sfw. however, they may still include mentions of various objects, sensitive topics, and suggestive themes. please read each warnings (if provided) and be guided accordingly. thank you! ⋆

I-800-LOVE-YOU | nishimura riki x male!reader

YOUR IDOL GIVES YOU HIS NUMBER YOUR IDOL ANSWERS YOUR CALL YOUR IDOL WANTS TO SEE YOU AGAIN

fairy of shampoo | park jongseong x male!reader

YOUR DOMESTIC BOYFRIEND IS HERE YOUR DOMESTIC BOYFRIEND IGNORED YOU YOUR DOMESTIC BOYFRIEND AND YOU YOUR DOMESTIC BOYFRIEND COMFORTS YOU

tfw... | nishimura riki x male!reader

TFW WHEN A BAD DATE LEADS TO YOU... TFW WHEN YOUR DISTANCE CLOSES IN...

u got texts // drabbles by writhyv | text stories x reader

would you kiss me? | sim jaehyun x male!reader

JAKE PULLS YOU INTO A KISSING BOOTH JAKE, YOU, AND AN APOLOGY TOO JAKE AND HIS HEART BEATING FOR YOU

CELEBRATING VALENTINE'S DAY 2025 [NI-KI] PUSHING HIS BUTTONS TO FINALLY MAKE HIM CONFESS [SUNGHOON] YOU WERE ALWAYS IN HIS HEART [JAY, JAKE, NI-KI, SUNGHOON] YOUR BF COMFORTS YOU FROM UNWARRANTED HATE [JAY] COMING HOME TO YOUR POUTY BF [JAY] A DAY WITH YOUR BELOVED SUPERSTAR [SUNGHOON] A TABLE FOR TWO AND SUNFLOWERS TOO [JAKE] THE EYES, THEY NEVER LIE [JAKE] JAKE AND THE SIMULATION [SUNGHOON] JUST A LITTLE BITE [NI-KI] A GIFT FROM JAPAN [JAKE] IN HIS WARMTH

got me shakin' | park jongseong x male!reader

way back into love | park jongseong x male!reader

4/9/25: This masterlist will be revamped soon as the 'LEGACY MASTERLIST'. Stay tuned for the new one!

#enha x male reader #enhypen x male reader #masterlist #writhyv #1-800-love-you #fairyofshampoo #tfw...#ugottexts #wouldyoukissme?#nav2

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 1 year ago

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Bed Time

Team Free Will & Winchester little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you have a bet going with your friends to see who can stay up the longest, but Team Free Will isn’t having it

Note: over a liter = like 3-4 cans

36 hours.

That’s how long you’d been up, and you were prepared to double it if need be. You’d already beaten out half of your friend group, and you had a feeling the others would crack soon enough.

One of your friends—you were so delirious now that you couldn’t remember which one—had made the brilliant suggestion that all of your friends should try to see who could stay up the longest.

You were used to getting minimal amounts of sleep in your chaotic Winchester life, so you readily agreed.

But it wasn’t nearly as easy as you thought it would be.

The longer you stayed awake, the more you started to realize just how awful Sam must have felt when he had Lucifer keeping him from sleeping. And this was just you and your friends doing a stupid challenge; you couldn’t imagine how he must have felt.

Still, between the lack of sleep and horrible memories flooding back of your big brother in pain, this challenge was turning out to be awful. But still, you were stubborn; you wanted to win.

Fortunately for you, your brothers and your angel friend Castiel still hadn’t discovered what you were doing. You didn’t think they’d approve of this less-than-healthy bet.

It was getting harder to hide it from them as you found yourself chugging energy drinks to stay awake. You threw them away in your room so no one would see, but they weren’t idiots; you looked almost as tired as you felt.

“Are you feeling alright?”

Of course Sam would be the first one to call you out.

“I’m fine,” you said immediately.

“She has over a liter of Red Bull in her system,” Castiel spoke up. You glared at him.

“What?” Dean asked. “You cramming for a test or something, kid?”

“Even if you are,” Sam interrupted. “That isn’t good for you.”

“She hasn’t slept in thirty-seven hours and fourteen minutes,” Castiel added.

“Cas,” you groaned. “Seriously?”

“You what?” Dean demanded.

“That’s abnormal, is it not?” Castiel put in, confused.

“Yes, incredibly,” Sam huffed. “And unhealthy. Kid, what’s going on?”

“I’m not tired?” You suggested.

“Try again,” Dean said.

“Fine,” you sighed. “Me and my friends have a bet going to see who can stay up the longest.”

“Oh brother,” Dean huffed.

“Y/N, this isn’t healthy. You’ve gotta call it off.”

“But I’ve almost won!” You protested.

“Bed,” Dean demanded. “Go, now. Tell your friends the game is over.”

You groaned, and were just starting to turn around when your phone buzzed. You pulled it out, and a wide grin spread across your face.

“I won!” You cheered.

“Bed!” Dean ordered, snatching your phone from your hands. “Scoot!”

“I just have to tell my friends—“

“Sleep!” Sam added.

You slumped your shoulders and started for your room, calling over your shoulder.

“Can you text the group chat that I won?”

The boys response came in unison.

“Go to sleep!”

Taglist:

@nyotamalfoy @mrvlxgrl

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ryngzmn · 11 months ago

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a surprising discovery

PAIRING: TFW (dean, sam, and castiel) x reader (platonic, ofc)

A/N: I had such a bad headache while making this drabble / fanfic (i’m leaning more towards drabble now that i have finished writing..)

SUMMARY: After finding a baby on a hunt, you and the boys have no idea what to do or how to take care of it.. until they discover something surprising about you.

While on a grueling hunt dealing with shapeshifters, you four had found a baby. A baby, of all things.

Dean didn’t really want to take it back to the bunker, thinking it would be another Bobby John type situation, but you and Sam had managed to convince him otherwise.

So now, here you guys were, all looking down at the baby sitting contently in a wooden crib. Their big, innocent eyes flickering from one person to another.

“So, what the hell are we gonna do with ‘em?” Dean asked gruffly, his arms crossed.

You looked over at Dean, raising an eyebrow. “Well we gotta take care of the little guy for at least a little bit.” Sam nodded in agreement with your statement.

You had focused back on the baby and leaned down a little bit, to which they let out a giggle and kicked its chubby legs.

A small yet fond smile curled on your lips. You had some experience with children considering you babysat during your teenage years before you got into hunting.

Castiel, Sam, and Dean had busied themselves with discussing a plan on what to do while you interacted with the baby.

They reached their chubby arms out in a silent and clear demand to be held. You complied almost immediately, your heart squeezing at how cute this little thing was.

Once the baby was settled in your arms, you held them against your shoulder. They squealed happily and started patting your face, exploring the expanse of skin with small hands.

…

“Since when did you know how to handle a baby?” Sam’s questioning voice broke you out of whatever happy-baby-trance you were in and you turned on your heel to face him.

“Uh,” You paused, your tongue briefly darting out to wet your lips. “I used to babysit around my neighborhood before I got into huntin’.”

“Oh so you’re like a baby whisperer, huh?” Dean smirked, his eyes drifting over to the baby who was giving you a gummy smile.

You shrugged, a smug smile forming on your face. “Guess so.”

Castiel, who had been silent for most of the time, finally spoke up. “They do seem to like you, not that they really interacted with the rest of us yet.”

You hummed, eyebrows knitting together a tad as you realized that at least one of them would want to possibly hold the baby.

“Anyone wanna hold ‘em?” You held out the baby at arms length, who started fussing as soon as they registered they were too far away from you.

“…or maybe not.” You added as an afterthought, bringing the baby back to your chest so they wouldn’t start crying.

As soon as the baby was tugged back towards you, they snuggled up to your chest, letting out a small yawn and their tiny fists clutching onto the collar of your flannel.

“Looks like they’re getting ready for a nap.” Castiel said matter-of-factly.

Sam chuckled quietly, “yeah, to be honest, I don’t even think they’ll let you put them down so you might have to keep carrying them.”

You laughed, nodding.

You realized that you probably didn’t want to stand and hold a baby so you prompted to move to the main room of the bunker so all of you could relaxing after the hunt and new, temporary addition to the team.

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if you enjoyed pls like and reblog bc then it’ll give me motivation to make more stuff like this in the future! :D

#supernatural x reader #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #team free will #tfw #spn #fanfic #supernatural fanfiction

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screams-in-writing · 1 year ago

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oops my hands slipped

what do you mean I’m obsessed over this man? I have no idea what you could possibly mean I think I like him…a normal amount. :)

A lazy day off would have been the same old, same old, had you not met a certain someone several months ago. A certain someone who appeared to have gotten it into mind that these days off were for the two of you to dote upon one another, not run errands.

That certain someone sure did love having your full undivided attention on him; delighted in every second of it, come to think of it. The novelty of being in the company of someone who wanted to be there. And when his mind wasn’t on his never-ending quest for high-ratings and whatever else he had planned (that he had yet to reveal), he showered that attention back on you with an intensity that bordered on almost alarming.

Mr. Puzzles was quite an intense individual when he was focused.

Which was why you were currently stuck in bed in your pajamas at ten in the morning, the man alongside you clearly requiring attention from the way he’d been curled up around you from behind for hours and hours.

For the time being, he was quite content to use you as a body pillow while he hummed some new song he wanted to implement into some future show. It was a novelty to Mr. Puzzles to be integrated into a team, after being on his own tor so long trying to do everting himself. It was slow going to convince him it’d turn out well; at the very least, he hadn’t dragged anyone into the world he held within his head for…at least a month, if that. He could be very passionate if an idea grasped him in the moment.

The static currently emanating from Mr. Puzzles’ face was a nice, warm and ticklish sensation to you; likely why he’d craned down to press the screen to the nape of your neck after avoiding the hair this past hour.

Muffled laughter sounded over the squirm of surprise from you when his arms gently squeezed tighter around your middle.

There came a light, heavy two to the side of your neck.

Then again, slower this time.

Nuzzling was awkward but somehow, the man with a tv for a head was able to make it work, somehow managing to be even closer to you as he pressed in to firmly rub his screen into neck and occasionally, shoulder, through fabric.

A cheerful morning news show clip briefly played in response to you asking him if he was awake and not just laughing in his sleep with automated laughs.

Tease.

With a wriggle backward, Mr. Puzzles reluctantly loosened his arms from around you to allow you to turn over in arms. From the expectant expression displayed on the screen tilted down toward you right now, Mr. Puzzles had an idea of what you wanted.

After receiving silent consent in the form of leaning his body, and in turn, his tv head closer, you reached up to lightly trace fingers along his screen. The light touch made Mr. Puzzles’ face and multi-colored smile switch briefly into static gray and white fuzz before a pleased expression popped up with a great big doofy grin that hid the, as you liked to call it, ‘crazy unhinged madman that trapped people like puppets in his head��.

It was a work in progress, that.

No, you did not want Mr. Puzzles to trap your coworkers in the world inside the tv he held sway over, even if you couldn’t help but laugh at the antics initially as well as the absurdity of it being possible (right along with a man who had a tv for a head). Right before scolding the man and making him reluctantly relinquish the unwilling participants aka a small number of your coworkers.

Currently, Mr. Puzzles face sagged into your touch, hands bracing on either side of your shoulders to loom over you without falling over. A quick, sneaky turn of one of the dials on the left side of his head made him jerk his body to the side and back. But then with a sly look, indulged you by briefly playing some cheesy romcom on the screen before Mr. Puzzles’ made his move when one of your hands went to shoulder.

Gently, carefully, he leaned his lanky body over so his screen could press to your face, making you close you eyes to enjoy the odd sensation of electrical currents and fuzzy static as a teasing voice spoke from the speaker of the tv.

“I see you, my newest star actor, quite close up. Have you anything to say to your…riveted watcher?”

“Your watcher of one for the morning?” Blindly reaching up, you turned the screen down a tad and planted a big ole kiss on the dumbass’ screen with an overdone ‘mwah’ sound. “How’s that for an answer, Mr. Host of one?”

Static sparked out the top of Mr. Puzzles’ antenna and the sides of his screen. His tv head briefly jerked back, revealed a slightly unhinged, if very intense look fixed directly on you.

“Quite the compliment, I’d say.” Mr. Puzzles purred, tone a little deeper as static overlapped his voice, digital eyes intent on you. “Would you care to do a repeat performance? To see if it was truly a 5-star rating for my show of one?”

You dragged this smug asshole man down by the shoulders to pepper his screen face in kisses while he mock-defended himself with dramatic flair. Then, all at once, Mr. Puzzles rolled the two of you over on the bed so you could sprawl yourself comfortably on top of him, playing with the collar of his dress shirt as he similarly fidgeted with your hair.

“Are you quite certain you don’t want to be my co-host?” Mr. Puzzles prodded with a wide screen across the screen.

“You asked me that already.” You pointed out, a faint shudder rolling through you as Mr. Puzzles leaned up to rest the side of his boxy tv head against your own to whisper smoothly, lowly, conspiringly.

“Until you give me a direct answer, my dear.”

#smg4 mr puzzles #Smg4 mr #smg4 mr puzzles x reader #x reader #come get y’all’s man #Forgive any mistakes I typed this on a phone at the end of the workday #TFW you realize you want to smooch a man with a tv for a head but not anyone in irl #my writing snippets

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catalpa-waltz · 17 days ago

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When I say I wish RPJ had more screentime I don’t mean I wish we had a flinthamilton sex scene or whatever, that’s what fanfic is for. I just want to watch him quote more Literature at his beloved and hear more of his excellent (and questionable) book opinions.

#like you know this mfer loved him some john donne let him quote john donne!!!#let him ask james what he thought about that copy of thomas browne he lent him!!#he makes a reference to #the letters of abelard and heloise #and james admits he’s never read them and borrows thomas’s copy and has a CRISIS about it #tfw you fall in love with a reader and you get to savor the months-long joy #of working through all their Sacred Texts #black sails #flinthamilton #thomas hamilton #james mcgraw

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bitchylandtyphoon · 1 year ago

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Important to me

Sam Winchester x Reader

(Y/N): your name

(E/C): eye colour

(C/C): celeb crush

Sam and Dean slowly descended the rusty black stairs, trying not to trip from exhaustion. Every nerve ending in their body was hypersensitive; their fingers and toes were cold; their eyes and heads pounded from lack of sleep; and a rotting stench was secreting from their overworn clothing. “Hey guys, how was the hunt?" you asked in a gentle voice to avoid elevating their migraine pain. Dean mumbled under his breath as he walked to his room; even Sam could only give a small smile and “tiring” as a response.

You’ve noticed how the boys have become more tired after their hunts. Maybe it was because you did all the research while they did all the dirty work, or simply because they were getting older. Either way, it’s been taking a toll on their health, and you know it wouldn’t be good in the long run.

Judging from their clothes, you assumed they’d be taking a shower before getting some shut-eye, but you didn’t want them to go to bed hungry.

Walking to the kitchen, you opened the white door of the fridge, which consisted of a few eggs, lettuce, and beer. Wow, no wonder these guys only eat out. Groaning, you grabbed your keys and coat, texting Sam and Dean that you'd be heading out, knowing disturbing them wouldn’t be the best idea.

——————————————————————— Sam walked out of the steaming shower, wrapping his lower body in a towel. Taking another to dry off his hair. He ran his long fingers through his hair, noticing it had become very coarse over the past few months. Sam thought back to a hunt when shards of a monster's guts managed to get stuck in his hair. He felt like it was a personal attack; a shower didn’t help as much as he wanted to either. He spent hours trying to get the red and black hard goo out, even asking Dean. Unfortunately, Dean was not very gentle and made Sam partially ball. He remembers how you saved the day with coconut oil and a small brush. You had to sit on a chair while Sam sat crisscrossed in between your legs. You guys were still getting to know each other, so it was an awkward moment, but after Sam felt your gentle nails and euphoric massage, he melted. His head rested on your bare, soft thigh as you worked on the sides of his head. He felt so much at peace that he could’ve slept right then and there. He chuckled as he ran his hand through his hair, wishing he could have some of that magic right now. He wanted the comfort you gave him.

Putting on his comfier clothes, he slid into his bed, falling soundly asleep with a fond yet tired memory passing through his head once more.

——————————————————————— You slide open the door, balancing heavy bags of groceries, a special box containing a slice of heaven for Dean, and the boys’ favourite drinks. You dropped the bags in the kitchen, unpacking them away into the cupboards and fridge. Knowing it would be a long night, you pulled out your phone and put some music on low. You then turned on the gas stove, grabbing the lighter out of the drawer to start the fire. Begin by taking out mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, and other foods, washing them before finely chopping them, and cooking them on low heat. You added seasoning and eventually smelled the delicious aroma emanating from the dish. Now you need to cook the meat.

————————————————— Each boiling drop from the shower head felt relaxing and painful as it fell onto Dean's hunched back. The heat soothed his ache, yet, the new bruises were sending another sensation of pain throughout his back. He groaned as he faced the shower head and allowed the pellets to hit his face, giving all his might to scrub away the dried-up blood and sweat embedded in his freckled skin. All he could think about was sleep, hoping to sleep as much as he could yet, knowing another case would cut his rest short. He took the white soap bar and breathed in the rose aroma it released, it reminded him of you. Dean was glad he had a girl like you in his life, no matter what was bothering his thoughts or physically torturing him, he knew he’d have you to patch him up. You were always there for Sam and him. Every time you carefully did his stitches, gave him a needed hug, fixed his tie or walked into your room, the smell would give him a sense of comfort. It reminded him of his younger days spent with his mom. It reminded him of home.

——————————————————————— You put on the blue oven kits cautiously taking out the crispy chicken from the oven. The meal was finished and so were the other dishes you made. You even had time to prepare healthy snacks and some of Sam’s favourite protein drinks. From a young age, you hated the thought of being a housewife and having to complete all the duties at home, but you knew it was the least you could do to cheer them up, adding much-needed order to their already chaotic lives. Plus, it was nothing compared to all they did for you after they took you in. You smiled as you admired the dinner table, for once looking like a normal family’s dinner table and not used as a summoning ground.

You knocked on Sam’s door to get no response, knowing the younger Winchester might’ve fallen asleep you went to go check on the other one. Knocking once again to hear a low “yeah…”. Pushing the door you see a half awake, now clean Dean, lying against the headboard watching TV.

“Hey,” you gently said. “How are you feeling?”. His eyes were still heavy with sleep but pupils dilated from insomnia. You could tell he tried sleeping but to no avail. “Listen,” you sit on the bed and see him smile a bit. “I know you’re tired but I made some food for you and Sam and you should eat. You’d sleep better with a full stomach. And I might have some pieee”. With that Dean jumped into his bunny slippers and strutted towards the kitchen in his pink nightgown. Chuckling at Dean's cuteness, stopping before leaving the room as you saw the big pile of bloodied clothes on the floor.

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“Hey Sam, I’m coming in.” You announced, entering the neat room, smelling a mix of pine trees and cheap cologne. You saw Sam’s large body lying on his stomach, a soft snore coming from his peaceful slumber. Quietly entering the room, you searched for his hamper, unlike the other one, Sam kept his dirty clothes in one, making it easier for you to take the clothes out of his room.

As you passed by Sam, you stood there watching him, taking advantage of the sliver of peace he was given. You put the hamper down slowly to not wake up Sam, getting on your knees, face level with Sam’s. You watched as his lips laid in a pouted style, opening once in a while to exhale, you took notes of the small moles, birthmarks and faint freckles scattered over his face like stars, noticing how perfect his nose was; never have you ever seen a perfect natural triangle. His thick dark brown eyebrows arched over his forehead symmetrically and his lashes fluttered gracefully as butterflies. His hair was your favourite part, ever since you helped take the guts out of his hair you missed the proximity and softness. His soft hair tickled the inside of your thighs and reminded you of a dog’s overgrown mane. It was beautiful to touch.

You then noticed the crevices appearing in his forehead and eye sockets. He starts to stir in his sheets, the peaceful expressions disappearing, turning into a pained one. He began making uncomfortable noises. He was going into a nightmare.

“Sam, hey wake up! Sam come on, wake up. It’s just a dream!” Sam’s head started moving side to side, the veins in his temple and neck protruding. His eyes were tightly shut and beads of sweat formed across his forehead. His hand gripped firmly onto the arm shaking his shoulder, the other gripping the the brown sheets. “SAM WAKE UP!” Shouting wouldn’t help anymore, looking around you see a cup of water on the nightstand.

——————————————————————— Sam jolted up with a gasp, cold water on his face which soaked most of his hair and nightshirt. He grasped onto as much air as possible, eyes wide trying to familiarize his surroundings. A sense of relief overcame him when he saw your concerned (e/c) eyes.

He saw how your eyes travelled over his face searching for an answer, too shocked or scared to say anything. He sighed, “Don’t tell Dean, please.”

“Ok, I won’t.” What was that, you thought to yourself, you’ve never seen this type of behaviour from him. “At least talk to me about it. You’ve been more tired than usual and it’s worrying. If you’re not gonna tell Dean, tell me.”

Sam smiled, his heart swell when he heard your confession. For once someone was listening to his struggles without ratting out to Dean.

“Um Sam…” Sam shares a confused look until you look down at your now red and numb arm. “Sorry!” Sam immediately retracts his arm away, allowing the blood to rush back to the area.

“It’s like you’ve never touched a girl before or something” you joke trying to lighten up the mood. He laughs under his breath. “Come downstairs and eat something.” You demanded as you rubbed your sore arm.

“It’s okay-“

“Sam.”

He grins his teeth as he sees your serious face. Cute, he thought.

You grab onto his large calloused hands and attempt to pull the giant out of bed, barely budging. “Oh my god, you are so friggin heavy. How are you built like a god with all that junk food?”

He jumps to his feet almost falling on top of you, your nose meeting his chest as the scent of fresh soap fills your nose. A blush rises to your skin at the proximity, looking up you see his brown eyes already staring down at you. You felt his thumb glazed over your smaller hands, which you both held onto each other. “So you think I’m built like a god huh?” Sam suggestively asks with a raised eyebrow.

Taking a quick step back, you playfully shove him away. “Haha very funny Indeed Winchester, get your ass downstairs.” Crossing your arms you wait till he exits his room, him and his footsteps disappearing into the hallway.

“(Y/n) THINKS I HAVE A HOT BODY” Sam shouts from the hallway; your eyes widen as instant embarrassment runs through your body. You hoped to god Dean didn’t hear or you’d never see the end of the teasing.

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You return to the kitchen to see two big babies chowing down on the meal you made, acting as if they hadn’t eaten in ages.

“(Y/n), THISH FWOOD ISH AMASHING” You barely make out the words as Dean continues to stuff his mouth with food. “What he said,” Sam says as he adds more food to his plate. You giggle as you sit next to Sam, glad to see them eating a proper meal. “Where did you even learn how to cook like this?” Dean asks. “My mom used to teach me the basics but then I picked it up more when I moved out. Haven’t cooked like this since University actually,” you answer. “So you’re gonna tell me we could’ve been eating like kings but you decided to torture us with takeout.” Dean jokes while dropping his fork on his plate. “I never hated you more.”

You burst out into laughter throwing your head back, “Please, you love me.” You say rolling your eyes. You noticed how Sam became quiet, twirling his food around a fork.

“Not as much as Sammy does,” Dean says with a devious smirk. Sam chokes on his food as you roll your eyes. “Very funny Dean” Sam glares at Dean.

“Sorry Sam but I’m off limits, too committed to (c/c).” You giggle as you jokingly twirl your hair. “He’s such a daring man dramatic sigh”.

“I’m gonna puke my food up if you keep acting like that,” Dean says with a disgusted face while trying to put even more food in his mouth.

You cheekily smile and see as Sam scoffs, taking note of the weird action. Dean gets up to put his plate away, you take this as a cue to start cleaning up the kitchen.

“Goodnight” Dean yells as he walks out the door. You and Sam both say goodnight. Then it hits you, that rascal. He left you and Sam in the kitchen alone. You can already feel the blood rushing to your ears, instead, you try to distract yourself by doing the dishes.

“Do you need help with anything?” His eyebrows knit together as he asks “Let me help clean at least.”

As much as you wanted him to rest, you couldn’t say no to him and his persuasion. Or maybe he had you wrapped around his finger. “Uh yeah, I’ll wash and you dry?” You offer pointing to the load of dishes. “Yeah, that’s great”. You grab the yellow sponge and begin scrubbing the sauces off the pots, leaving Sam to get the towel. Unmindful of you, you forget where the towels are, right in the cabinet in front of you, the towels stacked on the higher shelf. As you were about to move you felt Sam’s figure hover over your smaller frame. You freeze as you feel his body’s heat mingle with your cold body. His large hand rests on your lower back.

To another person, it could be a simple gesture, but to you, deep down you were screaming from the closeness of it all. Somehow Sam had always made you shy in his presence, you didn’t know if it was because of how smart and skilled he was that made you feel inadequate to him or how he made you weak in the knees with his beautiful…well everything. You’ve been close with other men like Dean, yet Sam’s touches and glances manage to get your cheeks red and heart pumping.

You mindlessly scrub a knife, hoping to finish the chore as soon as possible. “Ow ow ow…” you grimace in pain as the knife slices the side of your finger. You see Sam reacts quickly. Grabbing your hand and putting it under the faucet, turning on the cold water. “This looks pretty bad,” he says as he takes your hands in his. One hand holds on to your wrist while the other gently presses the cut, attempting to get as much blood out.

You could not imagine a more embarrassing moment, the one time you’re alone with Sam you embarrass yourself like a child. Yet you couldn’t ignore how Sam’s body was pressed against yours, you could feel the rough outlines in his body. The front of his leg pressed up against your butt.

“Does it hurt?” Sam asks, not looking away from the cut.

“It just stings but not too much” you reply, noticing the decreased blood spillage.

He takes your other hand and guides your fingers into mirroring his previous actions. “Don’t move I’ll be back”. His warmth fades and you stand still, waiting as the cold water cleans up your cut.

You throw your head back, groaning at your clumsiness.

——————————————————————- Hissing in pain, Sam dabs rubbing alcohol into your new cut. You’re now sitting in his room as it was the closest place with a first aid kit.

“There, all done. How does it feel?” Sam finishes wrapping a large bandaid around the wound.

“I am so much better now. Thank you, Sam.”

Sam gives you a soft smile and he cleans the area up, you watch as he picks up the remote and turns on the TV.

“I thought you were tired”

“Come on, it’s only like 10 pm. We’ll be fine.” Sam defends himself as he sits on the other side of the bed. “Come closer.” He pats the empty spot beside him.

You look stunned at what the Winchester is implying until you realize he means to lay against the headboard. You slowly get up, sitting beside Sam but leaving a good space between both your bodies.

“So what do you want to watch?” Sam asks as he starts surfing through movies on his TV.

“I’m okay with whatever.” ——————————————————————— You turn to Sam to talk to him about the climax when you realize he has dosed off. His head leaning back on the headboard, from the side it looked uncomfortable. Not knowing what to do, you decided to wait until the movie finished. ——————————————————————— You yawned as the movie neared its end, all the characters looking over the bleeding horizon as the camera zooms out. From the lack of movement, you assume Sam is still asleep. You take his phone off the nightstand and turn the do not disturb mode on, if other hunters need you, you’ll handle the case for them. He deserves some rest.

You pull out your phone to scroll through your private socials. Seeing a few edits of your (c/c) and quietly giggling to yourself. You take a glance at Sam, still dosed off. He looks better now. Wait, you look between your (c/c) and Sam. Omg, how did you not see it before? You groan internally as you stare at your phone; the long-haired, smart, well-mannered, and tall golden retriever guy. They were honestly so alike. You hoped the boys wouldn’t be able to see the resemblance.

You thought back to the moment at the table when you were gushing over (c/c) and Sam scoffed. Do you think he was jealous? No, no way. You calm yourself down before the redness reaches your face.

You felt a heavy weight shift onto your shoulder, his hair tickling the crevice of your neck. You didn’t want to wake him up by checking but it was very evident that Sam had fallen asleep on your shoulder. You could smell the sandalwood scent coming from his hair, wishing you could get more of the comforting smell.

Sam was tired and you knew it would be a big fuss if you woke him up. So, you stayed there, looking at the TV screen, trying to hold in any excitement or scream within you. The butterflies are swarming their way around your stomach. That is until you felt Sam’s arm wrap around your torso.

You stay still, unlike your body temperature which skyrockets at the sudden touch. You feel yourself being pulled towards him even more, his head snuggling dangerously close to your neck, his lips close to your skin. Sam’s hot breath created a burning sensation, your heat causing them to burn tenfold.

You weren’t gonna move, you couldn’t leave, you were stuck beside Sam for the rest of the night. You exhale trying to calm yourself; he’ll forget all about this tomorrow. This is totally what friends do. You cuddle and panic internally with Dean all the time. You couldn’t be lying more at this point. You shut your eyes, you carefully reach over to turn the nightlight off.

click

The only light was emitting from the faint blue light on the TV. Its light began to shut off as the room welcomed pure darkness.

So you lay there in the dark as you feel Sam’s body snuggled right up to yours, his arms holding you captive as his fingers twitch and graze you ever so often. This would be a dream if you guys were together. You’ve liked Sam ever since you knew him, and you love both him and Dean very much. Doing everything in your power to show how much you care for them. You just wanted Sam to love you and adore you the way you did.

You felt a wave of exhaustion hit you, and your own eyes became heavy with fatigue. Blinking slowly, you succumb to Sam’s comfort and allow your heavy head to lay on his.

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nicnevans · 5 months ago

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not to talk about bleak shit on main but truly, i wish neil gaiman had just kept his mouth shut at this point. his tumblr went dead fucking silent as soon as the first allegations dropped, and that spoke volumes to me - this was a man who regularly answered asks and engaged with the platform and to this day the last post there was six months ago. he knew he was fucked. but to then go on his web blog, a site where (let's be honest) only his most loyal fans are likely to be tracking activity, and give several paragraphs of wishy-washy handwaving about "misinformation" and claims snowballing into untruths and whatever else. like. neil. stop. my respect for you is already dead in the ground, stop pissing on its grave.

#yelling into the void tag #neil gaiman #tfw one of your favourite authors turns out to be a horrible fucking person and you're content to just let that disappointment sit #but then the guy decides to grab a shovel and start digging even harder #like come ON #i wish he hadn't bothered. it's just sad. pathetic. slimy.#we all know his career is gonna be okay. the rich and powerful are never truly cancelled #he's a bestselling author multiple times over and has a large enough audience that many of his readers #will never even hear about the allegations #he didn't need to insult the intelligence of every former fan who now feels disgusted and betrayed #by expecting to win back their goodwill and faith in his Good Personness with that Toxic-Gossip-Train-ass post #literally. someone hand him a ukelele and a camera he's ready for his youtube debut #might delete this later i just had to get it Out Of Me

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proverbsss · 2 years ago

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reading you right (father paul hill/john pruitt x reader) -nsfw

Father Paul Hill, Midnight Mass

prompt(s): "Me. You. Bed. Now." [from this post]

[Pt. 2 Out Now!! Linked Here :)]

anon: I had a normal amount of fun writing this, hope you enjoy :) i wanna do a pt. 2 because ofc i do,, honestly I got a lil hot n bothered lmao

notifs: paul hill is a tease!! ; shoe-grinding ; fluffy smut ; hierophilia ; you're father paul's dirty little secret ; denial ; reader begging ; reader's down HORRENDOUS ; terms used: good girl, slutty thing, pet

"You've been lying there moaning for ten minutes." Father Paul chuckles, trying to focus on his reading.

You feel your leg twitch as you lay on your stomach, looking a bit dazed across the room. A giggle escapes you. In your mind's eye a constant stream of images plays- every dirty thing you’ve done with Father Paul in the last 48 hours, a rare weekend’s reprieve from prying Beverly Keane, sitting bedside with her sister or aunt or who-the-hell cares on the mainland. It was too easy to sneak into the house behind St. Patrick’s, and too goddamn pleasurable to leave after the first night. A delightful ease of domesticity has settled over the two of you. And you’re even more whipped for the Father than you were when this whole messy arrangement began.

"I can't help it-"

"It's understandable to whine like a whore while I'm still inside you, but cooing like that when I'm not even touching you is a little ridiculous." Smug, he licks his finger and turns a page. "A man's ego can only grow so big."

“What are you reading?” you ask, completely uninterested, and your voice betrays it. You might enjoy a good book now and again, but something worlds more tempting is sitting before you. In his jeans and tee shirt, only his glossy ankle boots remaining, Paul is a rare sight out of uniform, like something sent from heaven. Or Hell. Both, somehow.

“You asked me that fifteen minutes ago. Or did you forget already?” He shoots you a disapproving, but playful look. He can hardly resist you more than you can him. Hardly. There is that last smidgeon of reserve that Paul prides himself on. He can’t be bothered to think of you as a sin, because life’s become far, far more complicated in the last few months than any one man can hold in his head, and because it feels like paradise to touch you.

Caught in your inattention, you abandon the ruse of asking about his book. "You fucked me too good...." You whine.

"You're going to complain about it?" He laughs at you.

"You're laughing at me."

"Of course I'm laughing at you," he admonishes. Not to be taken in by your wiles, Paul's eyes trace the paragraph he's started unsuccessfully three times.

"You whine before I fuck you, you whine while I fuck you, and you whine after I've fucked you. You're silly."

The vision renews itself in your mind of last night creeping around in here, your excitement waiting in the antechamber of St. Patrick’s late at night, Paul sneaking up on you in the dark and taking you in that muggy little den where they keep the wine and spare things. You want him to grunt against your ear like that again, to fuck you like he needs you in order to breathe.

"I'm not silly!" You gasp out. He hears the difference in your voice and scans your body with his eyes. Grinning. He licks his bottom lip and pretends the fool. “I want it, please, I want it, I don’t caaaare…” Your caterwauling would be annoying if it wasn’t so bone-deep genuine. Paul could probably keep you here forever as a pet, a secret from innocuous parishioners, visitors from all walks of life, and you’d be satisfied as long as he used you from time to time. Fed you.

“Oh, that’s undignified.” He smiles, turns the page and hopes he can pick up without the aid of the passage his mind simply refused to retain.

You get on all fours and start to crawl over to him. You tug on the leg of his jeans, utterly debased.

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” his tongue flicks and flutters around the word in a musical way that you know you could find better uses for. You nod. His voice. He could guide you anywhere with it. To make things worse, he imitates you. The facsimile of your lust in his voice is enough to make you jump him. “‘Father, I can't focus on my book....Father, please fuck me with your fingers, I can't without it, I need it...I told you pack things to stay because I imagined I’d be enjoying some downtime other than between my sheets.'"

You bite your lip, the adoring way you look up at him unfairly reminiscent of Biblical portraiture, the Madonna (too ineffably ironic), Saint Lucia, devout, suppliant little succubi. Paul’s heart breaks a little, and his cock twitches with interest, which he endeavors to suppress.

“What’s that look for, child?” He plays up the religious bent of your dynamic, something that presses inexpressibly sinful and delicious buttons in your dirty mind.

"I do need you."

You pout. Your words with Paul repeating them was enough to rev your proverbial engine. You shift just the littlest bit, yet the friction of the floor underneath you is enough to tease out a whimper. Not totally on purpose, but not totally by accident. John chuckles again.

“Present tense?” He pretends to turn a page, but he’s not reading a damn thing now.

"I need you all the time you're not in me.” It’s filthy, but it feels true in these moments when all the thoughts are leaving your head empty.

He smiles one of his private smiles. His eyelids crinkle as he reaches up to scratch his cheek. "Let's not be pornographic, huh?"

"I wanna fuck again..."

"What else is new?"

"You've ruined me." He looks at you then like you’re something to eat. The book is shut and put down. You have your beloved hot priest’s attention. His eyes ask, smoldering, what will you do now you have it?

“You have my boot. Or aren’t you smart enough to get yourself off.” His tone shifts and a shadowy, serious dominance settles in his countenance. Every behavior, every quirk of his expression, curve of his smile, owns and owns you. He may plead and beg to bury his head between your thighs from time to time, on one occasion he may have shown up at your door, his satchel a deceptive front for rope and ribbon, which you were to restrain and blindfold him with. Life’s too short for dynamics that don’t shift and change like the tides. But in this moment, this energy, you are his. And he intends to impress that upon you.

You gape at him just a moment, heady lust clouding your already addled brain. Then slowly, carefully, you adjust your position, grab the upper part of Paul’s calf, and hoist your lower body up onto his shoe, your pelvic bone bumping his shin. Any hesitations or embarrassment that linger in you drown in the deeper, sweeter excitement of feeling some real friction as you roll your hips. Oh. God.

This might be the senseless, reckless need talking, but fuck. Just the sensation of the toe of his shoe right between your thighs, exactly where you need it, makes you feel a little bit crazy. You look up at him in awe, and thank God he’s not picked up his book again but instead is sitting comfortably, his gaze dropped low to watch you, his groin thrusting the tiniest bit forward at nothing, too much nothing. He groans, and you chase your pleasure like a thing possessed.

Words slip out of your mouth without a shred of logic behind them, and Paul tells you to repeat yourself. He bites his bottom lip as he watches you. “Hello? Still a brain in there?"

“I said you make me so sensitive,” you mumble, finding a new groove in the contour of his shoe, where it meets his ankle, and leaning on his knee, shaking, groping for his thighs, all involuntarily. Your dripping, dripping on his shoe, and the thought of how uncivilized that is makes Paul bite his fist.

"Uh huh, so it's all my fault, then."

"Yes..."

"Yes, 'what'?"

"Yes it's all your fault, Father."

“It’s my fault you’re going to cum on my shoe?”

You whine again. Your soul’s leaving your body, want spreads through every inch of your body, intense and blinding, high, so high.

“C’n I cum, please, can I cum?” You pant, feeling his hands wrap around yours, warm and loving.

“Look at me, pet.” He orders. You obey. His irises envelop you. You steady yours on them, trying to get a grip, breath filling your belly and leaving your parted lips in rapid gasps. “No.”

Your brows shoot up in surprise. Disappointment isn’t the word for it, desire lets itself out as a sound. You slow down, somewhere in a high place you hear him say:

“Stop grinding, slutty thing. Your Father told you ‘no.’”

You sink against him, laying your head on one of his thighs. He kisses the top of your head, and murmurs, “Good girl. Good girl, good.”

Fireworks are setting off under your skin, your thighs are trembling, every bit of you is sticky. “That wasn’t easy, I bet.” He says, voice condescending and sweet, but every bit as needy as you are. You make another noise in response.

“I’m not done with you, you know,” he takes your chin into one of his hands, lifts your head. He kisses you again, with a fierceness that just sharpens your feeling. “I’m not even close to done with you.” He rests his in your neck, kisses you once, twice, up your jaw, on your cheeks, the ear he can reach. He bites your earlobe and almost hisses, “Me. You. Bed. Now.”

[Pt. 2 Out Now!! Linked Here :)]

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