#KISS KISS FALL IN LO— (gunshot)

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amnesia buddie fics

this list has different rated fics, so please look at the rating make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

i'll feel you forget me like i used to feel you breathe by: turningthepages "just another hollywood amnesia story the fandom probably didn't need but lived in my head rent free for too long." word count: 128k rating: mature important tags: married!buddie, car accidents, hurt/comfort, family feels, insecure!evan buckley, future fic buy back the secrets by: allyasavedtheday "after getting hurt on a call, buck wakes up thinking it's 2018. aka buck can't remember who eddie is but he's pretty sure everyone's lying when they say they're "just friends." word count: 18k rating: teen and up important tags: hurt/comfort, oblivious!eddie diaz, friends to lovers, love confessions you've got the antidote by: hattalove "in which buck is a little high, and shirts are difficult." word count: 4.2k rating: teen and up important tags: anaesthesia, pining, fluff, getting together i think i belong to you (hope you feel the same) by: ran "the one where eddie wakes up from the shooting only to think he was hurt in a certain 7.1 earthquake years prior and learns to appreciate the life he's created for himself since then." word count: 41k rating: teen and up important tags: ptsd, therapy, falling in love, hurt/comfort, angst, love confessions, post-shooting (s4e14) house of forgotten memories by: not1_2write "eddie decides to take a risk. he's a grown man. he can ask Buck out on a date. what could possibly go wrong? three weeks later, clutching a comatose buck's hand and waiting for him to wake up from a traumatic brain injury, eddie gets his answer." word count: 35k rating: teen and up important tags: coma, hurt/comfort, angst, hurt!evan buckley, team as family, getting together, family feels, whump, mutual pining forget-me-nots by: withmeornotatall "eddie wakes up from the ambush, not in the deserts of afghanistan, but the deserts of los angeles and finds out he's missing eight years of his life. somehow, that's worse than falling from the sky and three gunshot wounds." word count: 13k rating: general audience important tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, internalised homophobia, fluff, angst, team as family what do i say (to make me exist?) by: cuddlyobrien "buck gets hurt at chim & maddie’s wedding, earning some temporary amnesia and thinks he was marrying eddie. the doctor advises they let him believe it. eddie is stressed from day one" word count: 27k rating: explicit important tags: fake dating, mutual pining, post season 6, anal sex, blow jobs, riding come back to me by: jayjay__884 "an accident at the job lands buck in hospital after falling through a 4-story building. his loved ones are by his bedside when buck is placed in an induced coma to help his recovery in hopes he will eventually wake up." word count: 191k rating: explicit important tags: married!buddie, soft!buddie, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut, coma, falling in love, parenthood something that i missed by: foxwatson "the one where buck and eddie get together the night before a shift - and the next day, an accident erases eddie's memory of the last 24 hours." word count: 8.5k rating: teen and up important tags: idiots to lovers, angst, getting together, first kiss your memories feels like home to me by: goforeddie "in which eddie loses about eight year of his life and things are… heavily different than he last remember." word count: 29k rating: mature important tags: married!buddie, angst, girl dads!buddie, fluff, eventual smut remember to remember me by: daffi_990_ao3 "buck and eddie finally get together only for lightning to strike a few days later, leaving buck with no memories of them ever becoming a couple." word count: 31k rating: explicit important tags: getting together, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, boys in love, anal sex, blow jobs, riding, dirty talk

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#20 on the cliches + spencer reid please <33

Summary: Your worst nightmare becomes a reality. Pairing: Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: M. Romance. Hurt/Comfort. Mention of blood and death. A/N: Since you didn't specify who should nearly die I opted for Spencer. Hope thats ok!

The sound of a gun firing off echoed in the clearing.

Followed by another gun.

Yours.

And as you watched the man you loved fall to his knees, your soul left your body.

A scream rang out. Loud. Raw. Tortured. Full of anguish.

It took a moment for you to realize that you were the one screaming.

Screaming as Spencer's body hit the ground.

Screaming as you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your body, holding you back.

You kicked. You fought. You struggled.

You had to get to him.

You had to get to Spencer.

He was shot.

He was hurt.

And when the person holding you, Derek, realized that the UnSub was not getting up from where you had shot him, he let you go.

You very nearly fell to the ground as your body's momentum propelled you forwards. Towards Spencer.

You were sobbing his name as you skidded down next to him.

"Oh God!" Blood was already staining his shirt where he had been shot in the abdomen. Behind you, you heard Derek approach, desperately trying to radio for backup. But the three of you were so far out in the Woods there was no signal.

"Call for help!" You all but screamed at your friend as you quickly shed your jacket to press against the wound to try and stop the bleeding. Derek quickly ran off, leaving you and Spencer alone.

You shifted so you that his head was in your lap. "You're alright Spence. You're gonna be just fine." You reassured him as he stared up at you. Despite the pain he must be feeling he smiled at you, prompting your tears to fall faster.

"We both know you can't lie to save your own life Y/n." He said in a low voice, grunting softly as he flinched from the pain. You shushed him as you tenderly ran your fingers through his hair. "Save your strength. Derek's gone for help. He'll be back soon."

Your head whipped around in all directions, hoping to catch Derek arriving with the rest of the team and medics.

"Y/n?" God! His voice was so weak.

You returned your gaze to his. And while his shone with unshed tears, your eyes were overflowing. "You know I lo-" Your breath stuttered as did your heart as you stared at him.

"No." You shook your head. "No, Spence. This is not the time. You can confess when you're not bleeding out in the middle of nowhere." Your voice was almost angry as you spoke to him. Your jacket was nearly soaked with his blood now, and you hands were coated in it.

But that didn't stop you from gripping one of his hands and bringing it up to kiss the back of it and pressing it against your cheek. "You can confess to me over dinner. We'll both get dressed up and everything." He knew just how much you hated dressing up, which was why he smiled at you.

"That would be nice." He admitted. The hand you had rested against your cheek was warm as he began to move his fingers, gently stroking your skin.

"K-keep talking Spence. How were you going to confess?" You asked. You knew you had to keep him from loosing consciousness. His tongue darted out to wet his dry lips.

"Not over dinner." He said, his voice rasping softly. "Maybe while we went to our spot? " You nodded, a smile pulling at your lips despite the tears. "Just outside of Quantico." It was a small grassy field which was usually full of flowers during the warmer weather. The both of you would go there to just get away from the troubles of work. Or when one of you would get overwhelmed by the horrors you had to deal with given your line of work.

As memories from the space clouded your vision you bit your lower lip to keep it from trembling. "I'm so sorry Spence. I should've taken the shot." You said referring to the UnSub that now lay a few feet away with his own gunshot wound.

Spencer shook his head. "Not your fault." He mumbled his eyelids flickering. Panic set in your voice as you gently shook him. "Hey no! Spence! You have to stay awake. Stay with me Spence." You pleaded, doing you best to apply as much pressure on the wound as possible.

He seemed to be struggling to say something. His lips moved and you bent down a little to hear him properly. "I love you, Y/n." And then his head fell back and the hand resting on your cheek went limp.

"No! No! No! Spence wake up! Spencer you better wake up or I will kill you myself." With each word your voice was getting desperate and raising in volume as you shook him. "Spencer! Wake up! Please! You can't die! Not like this! I didn't say it back. I didn't say I love you back. You have to wake up!" You were nearly screaming your pleas at this point. Screaming and sobbing as you called his name over and over.

You barely noticed as Derek arrived with the medics as well as the rest of the team. You were busy pleading with Spencer to wake up.

Someone pulled you back, allowing the EMTs to look over Spencer. You heard someone ask you a question but you didn't reply.

Your eyes never left Spencer's still face as they put a mask over his nose to help him breath.

You barely blinked as he was quickly loaded into an ambulance and taken away.

His face stayed within your mind's eye as Emily helped you into the car and you were driven to the hospital.

And that was all you could see as you sat in the waiting room with the rest of the team. For how long? You didn’t know.

Though now your eyes were focused on the blood that covered your hands, arms and clothes.

His blood.

Spencer's blood.

"I-I di-did-"

Your voice was barely audible, but it prompted JJ to sit up from where she was sitting beside you. "Did what honey?" She asked, her voice soft and warm as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

The entire team was watching you now, worried about your state of mind. You hadn't spoken in hours.

You were silent for a few minutes before you finally spoke.

"I didn't say I love you back." Suddenly you jumped to your feet, startling everyone. Your eyes were wide, frantic and desperate.

"I need to tell him. He told me he loves me. I didn't say it back. I have to tell him."

You had barely taken a step towards the door when it opened as a doctor came in removing a surgical mask from around his mouth to reveal a small reassuring smile.

"The surgery went well. We were able to remove the bullet, repair any damage and replace all the blood he lost." A collective sigh of relief echoed around the room. Derek quickly pulled out his phone to inform Penelope since she was still at the office in Quantico.

You hadn't fathomed just how much the news would effect you. Which is why when you suddenly dropped to your knees, Emily rushed to your side to make sure you were alright. You felt light headed with relief.

The doctor glanced in your direction. "He won't be waking up for a long while since he's on a lot of medication. I would suggest that you all go back to your hotel and get some sleep. And perhaps a change of clothes and shower." He nodded in your direction.

Not surprising since you were still covered in blood.

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You had overslept.

By more then a few hours.

You had been so tired the previous night, but despite that you hadn't gotten to sleep until late in the morning. When you woke up it was nearly one in the afternoon.

A little mad at yourself for not waking up earlier you dashed about your hotel room to get ready. Seems everyone else had already gone to the Hospital. Rossi had left a voicemail, saying you hadn't woken up when he came to wake you, so they had left a car for you to drive to the hospital.

Which you did in record time. Good thing it was only a small town and now a huge city. Otherwise you would probably have broken every single stop light to get to the hospital.

The reception quickly gave you the room number and not wanting to wait for the elevator, you were bounding up the stairs and speeding down the hallway towards Spencer's room.

But then you stopped.

Each room had a window that opened up out into the hall after which came the door. And you had paused right at the edge of the window. The blinds were only drawn halfway, but you could see Spencer on the bed while the rest of the team sat or stood around him.

He was awake.

He was awake and sitting up.

He was awake, sitting up slightly and smiling.

It almost felt as if a weight had been lifted from around your heart. A couple of tears pricked your eyes but you brushed them away and felt your lips turn upwards in a smile. No one had seen you yet, and you simply took the time to keep looking at Spencer to reassure yourself that he was alright.

Which is why when Hotch walked out to catch you standing there you didn't have time to react.

"You're not coming in?" He asked, his voice gentle, nodding towards the laughter filled room. Your gaze turned back towards the window. "I want to, but....." You trailed off, not knowing how to respond properly.

Though it seemed Hotch needed no explanation. He only smiled and nodded.

"The cafeteria is going to close soon if we don't go now everyone." He said, standing at the threshold of the door. There were protests but everyone quickly stood, obviously hungry. They all walked out one by one, telling Spencer they would be back soon. The first to walk out was Emily. When she caught sight of you she glanced at Hotch and a look of understanding passed her features.

She grinned widely before following Hotch as he led the way to the cafeteria. Next to exit was Derek and Penelope. Seems she had flown in earlier that day. And from the excited look in her eyes when she looked at you, told you enough that Derek had informed her of everything. She made to come to talk to you, but Derek quickly held her back. "Lets give the lovebirds some space." Penelope pouted but waved excitedly nonetheless as Derek shepherded her away.

Not before throwing a wink over his shoulder at you.

Rossi offered a nod of encouragement along with a brief embrace which you were quick to return. JJ was the last one to come out and there was a long moment of silence between the both of you. You were aware of just how close Spencer and JJ were, so her approval was what you sought more then anything else. So when she smiled and said, "Take care of him Y/n," before departing you knew you had her blessing.

A nurse passed by at that moment, carrying a tray of food. You stepped forward, offering to take the tray into Spencer's room. She was a little hesitant at first but seeing your FBI badge she handed it over, rushing off to take care of another patient.

Gripping the tray between your hands, you heaved a calming breath before stepping into the room.

Spencer had his head resting on the pillow behind him, his eyes closed.

"You know, you didn't have to be go and die just to confess to me."

And that was the first thing out of your mouth.

Not something nice and sweet or even loving.

His head snapped up to look at you. He smiled and shrugged his shoulder. "Well I had to get your attention somehow. Stating random facts wasn't working out." You shook your head at him as you walked into the room, setting down the tray on the small table attached to his bed.

"Maybe I should've been more obvious about it? I mean I did listen to you every time you did. I just assumed you knew I liked them." You admitted, settling into the chair nearest his bed. "You know I don't pick up on social cues quickly." He argued to which you rolled your eyes at him. "So my staring at you every now and then didn't comprehend in your brilliant mind that I had feelings for you?" You asked.

He pursed his lips before shrugging. "I was unsure. And since you had caught me staring at you several times I thought you knew and simply chose to ignore it." He looked a little sad saying that, prompting you to feel bad about all the times you had caught him and never realizing the true intent of his actions.

"Well then how about we stop dancing around the whole thing and once you get better we go to our spot just like you planned?" You asked, reaching out to playfully ruffle his hair. He reached up to grasp your wrist. Your smile faltered as you became aware of just how intense his gaze was.

It was enough to make you blush.

"Hopefully neither of us will have to be bleeding out to get the point across this time."

You stared at him, mouth open. He grinned impishly, now holding your hand. Your free hand reached up to smack him on the arm, prompting him to laugh out loud. "Don't even joke about that you jerk."

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Saul Silva x reader - storms

Can you write a story about Saul not liking the storm because it reminds him of the gunshot that killed his father and reader (his wife/girlfriend) finding out about it, please? - Anon 💜

After Saul’s home was destroyed, he had nowhere to go back to, nowhere to stay, and you couldn’t bare seeing your boyfriend not have a place to go to get away.

So you invited him to come live with you at yours.

“It’s bit small, but I can make some room for you, and Sky if he wants too.” You said.

“It’s perfectly, thank you so much darling, honestly. At the moment I think will prefer to stay at the school.” Saul said.

You nodded, setting his bag on the bedroom floor, and you gestured to a set of draws in the corner of the room.

“I cleared them for you, it gave me a good reason to finally go through all my shit.”

Saul laughed, walking over he kissed the top of your head.

“Did you you actually get rid of it?”

“Of course not, I just put it in my room at the school.” You grinned.

Saul shook his head a little, smiling at you.

While he was unpacking his things, you made your way to the attic and out the doors.

Your family built this home centuries ago, and coming from a long line of nature fairies, they wanted somewhere to look over all the trees from the little hill it was built on.

So that’s what they did.

You went out the attic doors, and up some old and probably dangerous ladders to a small watch tower where you could sit and just gaze over the forest.

It was beautiful seeing the slowly changing trees from above, the birds flying above and between them.

Sitting on the floor, you let out a small sigh as you held out your hand to a crow who was waiting for you.

“Well hello, I’m sorry I didn’t bring any food up with me.”

The crow titled it’s head a little, looking at you with beady eyes, hopping from your hand to the floor, looking around before taking flight again.

You sat up there for a few minutes, looking as the dark clouds in the distance slowly came rolling closer.

Getting up, you made your way back inside, down to the study to finish some work while you waited for Saul.

Eventually after looking around, and exploring your little home, he came wondering into the study.

“You don’t have a living room.” He said.

“Left hand side of the room, third books, fifth shelf, first book.”

Saul furrowed his brows and you smiled softly at him.

He walked over, following your instructions carefully, and he pulled the book, a small click resounding around the quiet room.

The bookshelf slid to the right, revealing your living room and he turned to you confused.

“But this section isn’t on the outside, magic?”

You pushed yourself from the desk, following him into the living room.

“Yeah, really old magic. The person who built this ages ago did it, used this room to hold all his valuables, I use it as my living room.”

“Why not bedroom or study?”

Gesturing for your boyfriend to follow you, you walked to the large window.

“Cause I enjoy the view from here, and like to watch some tv with it.”

Saul put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer so you could rest your head against him.

“It’s nice, honestly not what I was picturing.”

“What did you expect? A farm or something?” You laughed.

He chuckled a little.

“I suppose so, yes. But this is nice, relaxing, but how do you make it back on time everyday?”

“Oh! There’s a portal here, goes right to my office.”

He nodded his head.

“I’ll show you next week, don’t worry nobody can get through it, it’s not in the open, it’s hidden.”

“How many things do you have hidden?”

“Loads.” You grinned.

Walking in front of him, you leant forward to kiss him and dropped yourself on the sofa, laying yourself down.

“Wanna watch a film?”

“As long as it’s not some sappy one then sure.”

So that’s how you spent the rest of the day, cuddled up to Saul, watching films all day.

As evening drew by, a light rain began to fall and you were sat in bed reading while Saul was doing some work in the study.

It wasn’t long before you fell asleep, and Saul wondered in, climbing in bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you as he fell asleep.

A loud crackle of thunder woke you up, and you grumbled a little, turned over and patting the other side of the bed.

“Love..?”

You sat up, rubbing your eyes and turned on the lamp, looking around the empty room.

“Saul?”

With a small yawn, you got up, padding around each room to try and find your boyfriend, and you found him in the study, sitting in the arm chair.

Another rumble of thunder went over, and you noticed how he suddenly tensed up.

Walking over to your desk, you grabbed the headphones, and your iPad, making your way over.

You sat on the arm of the chair, giving him the iPad after connecting the headphones, then you slipped them on his head, letting him rest against your side.

You didn’t say anything, but you sat there running your fingers through his hair, manipulating thick vines to grow over the windows to block out any flashes of lightening.

You didn’t mind storms, sometimes they were relaxing to just sit there and listen to while reading or working, but you could tell he didn’t like them.

You didn’t want to leave him in his own, so you stayed there all night, falling asleep half sprawled out over his lap.

Saul had set the iPad aside, playing one of your playlists, and he was running his hand over your head, smoothing his thumb over a little scar over your forehead.

He wasn’t sure if the storm had passed or not, and he didn’t want to remove the headphones to check, so he kept them on.

When you woke up again, he was reading something on the iPad, and you removed the vines from the window to reveal the sunrise.

Reaching up, you pushed the headphones down, gaining his attention.

“Hey…” you said gently.

“Morning.”

Saul leant down, giving you a kiss and he set the iPad and headphones on the floor.

You sat up to sit on the arm of the chair but he pulled you back into his lap and you looked at him, letting him bury his face into your shoulder and you held the back of his head.

“If you don’t like storms I can make a quiet room.” You said gently.

He shook his head.

“Don’t exhaust yourself with that kind of magic it’s fine… I’ve never liked them…”

“It’s alright..”

You rested your head on his, and you felt his tears hitting your skin.

“Talk to me love, I’m here for you.”

He took a small breath.

Then he began to explain what had happened with his father, the gunshot, and everything after.

It all made sense now.

And you held him tightly in your arms as he tried to keep his composure.

You didn’t have the words to comfort him, so you said nothing, you simply just held him, and for Saul that was better than someone talking to him.

Just you holding him was enough to comfort him, because it reminded him that he wasn’t alone

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The Hunter's Moon | Part Eight

The Hunter’s Moon Masterlist

Summary: Reunited at last, Austin cannot wait to show you how much he loves you.

Pairing: Werewolf!Austin Butler x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Mention of Traumatic Events, Mention of Gun Violence, Mention of Paparazzi, Supernatural Themes, Language, Mature/Explicit Themes [oral – m/f receiving, manual stimulation – m/f receiving, penetration, unprotected sex] - 18 + Only

Song suggestion:  Messed Up Masterpiece by NEONI

Song suggestion:  Messed Up Masterpiece by NEONI

Word Count: 2112

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Mid-December

It had all gone horribly wrong and yet still you had stayed. For someone like Austin, who had only known instability, only had the people he loved leave his life, it had been bewildering. A lot to process in addition to the shock of the events in his backyard in October.

Someone so small and fragile, so utterly human, had put themselves between his body and certain death at the hands of a wildly unstable werewolf hunter. Every medical professional he had spoken to about your gunshot wound had emphatically assured him it was best case scenario. But all he had seen was what it had cost you: the pain, the lethargy, the increased need for calories as you healed, the psychological trauma.

And yet again you had stayed, despite all of that. Not only had you stayed, but you had also supported him; essentially forced him back to work. He had called Ross, the man who turned him all those years ago in New Zealand, and offered him a considerable amount of money to watch over you. Yes, Toby was dead, but Chad and Lincoln would be prowling about leaderless, and he could not bear the thought of you being vulnerable to them.

In the end, there had been no threat to you. The Kiwi werewolf had reported back that the two lesser wolves had fled. The mechanic shop now stood empty, for sale by the estate of the late Toby Anderson. It was agony to be apart from you. The scarf had helped, your scent calming him. It had proven essential for the full moons in November and December. Having delayed production while caring for you, there was absolutely no way for him to return home to the protective room.

He had been forced to spend two nights wild in the woods, as far from civilization he could get in an hour’s drive. He had stripped off his clothes and curled up in the undergrowth, head resting on the scarf, anchoring himself in your lingering scent on the wool fibres. There had been mayhem, tiny forest creatures had been demolished, but no major fallout or injuries. This he also attributed to you.

He had been terribly restless during the short flight to Placerville from Los Angeles. The closer he got to you, the shorter his patience became. The confirmation email he received, informing him that your new bike to replace your ruined one had shipped, brought brief distraction but it was not enough. He practically leapt out of the plane once it landed, grabbing his vehicle from long term parking, and driving straight to you. He hardly noticed the softly falling snow, the first of the year, as the delicate white flakes blasted the windshield, driven into the glass by his barely legal speed.

He was pleased to see the media had lost interest for the most part as he turned onto your empty road. He parked beside your car in your driveway having paid no mind to his own home as he drove past it, thinking only of getting to you. As he turned to grab his bag from the back of the SUV, he heard your door open and close, your gasp at the scene the snow painted. With ten long strides he reached you, carefully pulling you close with an arm around your shoulders from the left side as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

“Welcome home…” You giggled warmly, looking up at him deliciously.

“So fucking glad to be here.” He groaned and cradled your jaw, leaning down to kiss you desperately. God, you tasted even better than the last time he had been able to kiss you. He pulled back, chest heaving, looking over your face hungrily.

“Come inside, it’s cold out here…” You stated breathlessly and grabbed his arm, pulling him inside. It smelled good, you had cooked him dinner, but all he could think about was taking you upstairs. And yet…you had been so fragile the last time he had been with you in person. He set down his things, kicking off his shoes, and reluctantly tugging your scarf from his neck as he followed you in. You stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at him.

“Are you wanting dinner or…” You looked towards the heaven he knew to be your bedroom.

“A… are you… can we…” He frowned at his own boyish, tongue-tied approach before sighing. “I am extremely desperate to make love to you but are you medically allowed and able?” He held his breath while awaiting your reply.

The way you bowed your head and looked up at him through your eyelashes, the way the rush of your desire bathed him in your pheromones, had his teeth sinking into his lower lip savagely.

“Yes, Austin…let’s go upstairs…” You managed to say and turned to put your foot onto the first step. He surged forward, scooping you into his arms delicately, one arm around your back under your shoulders and the other under your knees. Holding you to his chest, he bounded up the stairs two at a time, delighting in your noise of shock and ensuing laughter. The fact that you loved every part of him made his heart swell.

He sat you on the edge of the bed, kneeling at your feet, looking up at you reverently before his lips crashed into yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers pulling at the hair at the base of his skull. His chest rumbled in delight as the tiny tugs shivered down his spine, making his cock throb. The long fingers of his hands massaged into the tender flesh of your thighs as he tilted his head to press his lips tighter to yours, tongue licking along the seam of your lips seeking entrance.

The speed at which you parted your lips for him made his head swim, his heart skipping a beat as his tongue met yours. There was something intrinsically sweet about the way you tasted. It mingled with hints of the tea you had been drinking before he arrived, but overall, you tasted like you. It was enough to make a man drunk. He tugged at the clothing on your torso, pulling back from your lips to work at exposing your upper body, tossing the unwanted fabric onto the floor beside him.

His mouth eagerly sought your hard-won skin, savouring the taste of your flesh, saliva painting along the planes of your torso as he worked his way lower. The gasps and whimpers that rained down upon him from your lips were increasing the pressure in the crotch of his already tight jeans. He paused as he reached your right side, sobered by the hollow there, the raised flesh around the entry scar. His fingers slid up to your back, to the larger exit scar there.

“Does…it still hurt?” He looked up to you through his lashes, naked vulnerability shining in his blue irises.

“N... not really… can’t press too hard on it but…” Your voice was thick with arousal and emotion. “They say the scars will fade with time…” Your breath hitched in your throat as he gently pressed his lips to each of the scars in turn, an act of worship.

The tug of your fingers in his hair made him moan, driving him to make quick work of the clothing on the lower half of your body. The heady aroma of your arousal wrapped around him, pulling him in to lay his lips upon the source. He growled hungrily, too overcome with desire to take his time. You sank back into the mattress, arms no longer able to support your upper body under the onslaught. He took possession of your hips with his hands, pulling you forward, closer to his mouth.

“Oh god Austin, your scruff.” You whimpered and his lips curled into a wicked smirk against you. He would not be shaving any time soon.

Your hungry moans had his hips rutting forward, the ounce of friction the movement created in his jeans was not nearly enough, but it would suffice for a time.

He replaced his mouth with his fingers as he looked to your bedside table, tugging open the drawer, his long torse allowing him to lean over and peer in. His eyes quickly found the prize they sought, and he retrieved the bottle of lube you kept there. He quickly coated the fingers of his right hand, the slick tips circling your entrance as he placed his mouth back on the source of your pleasure. The heat of your body was there, at his fingertips, calling out to him. He eased one finger into you, shuddering at the feel of your silken walls snug around his long digit. It was always a miracle how well you took his cock when you started out this tight every time.

He stretched you out with three digits, teasingly rubbing the fingertips up and forward against the spot that always garnered the best reactions. Tonight, you hooked your calves over his shoulders and yanked him forward, driving your heels into his shoulder blades. The filth falling from your lips was making his cock weep and he reached his breaking point. His clothes joined yours on the floor before he climbed over you, pulling you along the coverlet, pivoting your body to guide your head to rest on the pillows.

Teeth clenching to the point of pain, jaw muscles bunching beneath the skin, he slid inside your lurid warmth agonizingly slow. You had been made for him, molded perfectly to the curve of his cock, encasing him so snugly it felt as though he did not have room to breathe inside you.

“Holy fucking Jesus…shit…” His thighs quivered as his pelvis met yours. He almost lost it right then, almost spilled himself inside you like some teenaged boy.

You were patient with him, taking deep shuddering breaths of your own as you adjusted to his intrusion into your body.

“Mmmm Austin…” You mewled and drew his gaze, and his focus.

He rocked his hips against yours, gently at first, drinking in the way you fought to keep your eyes open, your mouth slack in a silent moan. He did it again, applying more pressure and strength to the effort, before sliding his hips back to thrust into you.

The yelp that motion ripped from your lips made his heart stop, his body freeze.

“Fuck! I hurt you…” He did not dare to move a muscle. Not until you told him what was wrong.

“Mn, it’s my side…I can’t be on my back…but I want you so bad…” You pouted in such a delicious way.

He very carefully pulled himself from your warmth, making you both whimper in protest.

“Side or…hands and knees…or on top?” He forced his brain to function, the gears grinding awkwardly a little before they stalled altogether as you rolled onto your hands and knees, holding your ass out toward him. “Holy god…” He groaned raggedly.

Despite his deep-seated, evolutionary instinct to cover your back with his body, on some still-functioning level he recognized that pressure on your scar was the issue. He stayed kneeling behind you, fingers curling into your hips as he sunk into you from behind. Your moans mingled with his own at the new, mouth-watering angle.

He resumed building his rhythm, rocking and thrusting, relieved to hear nothing but eager moans, relieved to feel your hips pressing back against his own each time they met. His hand snaked down between your legs, finding himself precipitously close despite his best efforts, and caressed the source of your pleasure to encourage your release. Your wail, followed by the slick of your orgasm on his fingers, filled his chest with primitive pride and his own release was only a few thrusts behind. He rutted through it, pouring each drop of cum, and seemingly every one of his now liquified bones, into your body before he pulled back carefully and let his knees buckle, falling to the side of your body. He watched through hooded eyes as you stretched forward onto your stomach, head turning to look at him with soft eyes full of love.

His chest heaved as he tried to pull in enough oxygen to soothe the burning of his lungs. That look might very well be the death of him, but it was a death he would have happily accepted. Because you had saved him in so many ways. And he could not wait to spend the rest of his life repaying you for it.

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The Hunter’s Moon Masterlist

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[geo-winchester]

Could I have Santi/Reader with the prompts 'Can you hold me?' 'I think I'm bleeding' & 'i'm not going anywhere.

CONFESSION

Prompts: 09: Can you hold me?”, 32:I think I’m bleeding, 30:I’m not going anywhere.

A/N: hi love thanks for your request! I hope you’re great and I’m sorry it took me a lot of time of doin this, hope you like this and that this was what you expect it, lots of loves 💙 if you or anyone had any requests please send me an ask!

Masterlist

250 celebration

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You like to say that your life was as simple as you always thought it would be, but that would be a totally lie, it all start when you finish highschool you decide to join the army, after a few days of training you were assigned to a team, that’s when you meet Santiago Garcia and his friends, you remember those first months around him, everyone on the team welcome you excited except for Santiago, when you went with the group his face changed and it seems like suddenly something smell really bad or if he was able to, he avoid you every time he could, like that day he rolled his eyes every time you said something in he meeting, he always avoid your gaze and the minute the meeting was done he try to leave but you follow him.

-Santiago- you call him but he didn’t stop only making you more angry -Hey, Garcia!

-What?- he asked you angry.

-Is this some kind of game you play?- you asked.

-What are you talking about?

-you been treating me like crap, like if I was dumb and doesn’t deserve to be- you told him angry -why do you hate me, I haven’t do anything wrong, I follow the orders, I’m good with guns and fights…

-And why do you care how I feel about you?- he asked.

-Because you’re my superior, your one of the best soldiers, you and your team are legends and I want to learn from you but don’t worry I’ll asked for my change tomorrow- you said as you were to walk away but he stop you, he took you from the arm, he look at you in the eyes, you could see he was struggling with something before you could say that he kiss you, for a moment you didn’t know what to do but after a few seconds you push him -what the hell Pope…

-I’m sorry- he said you could see his frustration in his face -mierda- he said as he laugh a little -I don’t know what you do to me, I feel like there’s this part of me that really don’t want to be around you…

-Gracias por eso- you said.

-No, no lo entiendes- he said -I don’t want to be around you because I hate the fact that you don’t feel the same way I feel, but what’s the point you’re going to leave even when I told you this- he said before he start to walk away.

-Hey- you said but he ignore you -Pope- he still ignored you -

Santiago- you said as you took his arm and make you face you, you look at each other for a few seconds before you kiss him, he kiss you back at the second he realize what’s happening but you back off and slap him.

-Carajo- he said.

-What was that? You tell me how you feel and then you walk away, pero que es lo qué pasa por tu cabeza?

But before he could say anything the sounds of the gunshots start to appear, Santiago took you from the arm and put you behind his back as he tried to found out where the gunshots come from, when he found out he told you to stay close to you, you took your gun and start to shoot back, you saw everyone move you were about to run to them but you saw how Santiago fall beside you.

-Hey what’s going on?- you asked as you scan him and then you see his hand with blood.

-Mierda, I’m bleeding- he said, in a second he start to get worse.

-Hey hey hey, vamos Santiago, hang in there, this is going to be ok- he look at you and brush your cheek.

-I wish I have told you how much I like you before and asked you for a dance- you smiled but you get distracted by the sound of someone yelling.

-You have to go- you shook your head -go Yn… esto no es seguro…

-I don’t care! I’m not going anywhere! I’m not going anywhere.

-Yn please…

-No! I’m not going to leave you alone.

The next thing that Santiago remember was to wake up on a hospital bed, he could feel the pain where the bullet hit him, he try to move his hand but he couldn’t, your hand was holding his hand, at the feeling of the movement you open your eyes and smile when your see him awake.

-Hola- You said.

-Hey, how’s the rest of the team?- you giggled.

-Only you could get hurt and still be more worried about the others- he smiled -you scared the hell out of me, I was worried that I couldn’t had the chance…

-The chance of what?- he asked you when you didn’t say anything.

-To say that I like you too- you finally said -you’re amazing in what you do, except for yesterday, you let yourself get shot- you joked.

-Ha ha ha well I was just trying to protect you.

-yeah I know and thank you- you said -but as you were on surgery

I couldn’t stop thinking on what you said and i feel the same, I like you since the moment I put a foot in this camp, you’re handsome, loyal and don’t make start when you speak Spanish, that’s why i hated that you treated me that way.

-I’m sorry- he said as he took your hand and kiss is making you smile -so you like when I speak Spanish, debería de hacerlo más seguido -you rolled your eyes -when I get out of here, would you like to had a date with me?

-yes, I like that- you said -do you want me to call one of the boys?- he shook his head.

-I have everything I need in this room- you smile -Yn, i know is going to sound weird but can you hold me?

-I would but the nurse would kill me if she saw me in the bed with you- you said but the you think about it -but what’s life without danger- you said he smiled before he move and put his arms around you -Are you ok?

-Much better now.

Xxxxxxx

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You Had Me Worried

ao3 link! requested by @generalvofvampire, hope it's good! reader is gender neutral! tell me your thoughts if you want! I think there's some slightly graphic act of violence but only a little!

iubirea mea - my love

și eu te iubesc - I love you too

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You’d been sleeping soundly when Alcina’s three daughters came barging through their mother’s bedroom door to wake their mother up.

“Forgive us, Mother, but there are hunters trying to get past the gate.” Bela said.

Daniela spoke up next. “I’ve sent word for Uncle Heis, but I’m not sure when he’ll be arriving, Mother.”

Alcina grumbled something in Romanian before she stood up from the bed. “Stay here, my love, and try to get me rest. I shall return momentarily, iubirea mea.” Alcina leaned over the bed and placed a kiss on your cheek before she got dressed and headed after her daughters.

You had tried your best to get more sleep but you just tossed and turned as you started to worry about Alcina. You sat up in the bed and pushed yourself out of it so you could get dressed. You made your way downstairs after getting ready. You could hear the muffled screams and gunshots from outside the castle walls. You searched for anything that you could get your hands on that may help you out with the hunters when you bummed into Cassandra.

“Y/N! What are you doing down here?” Cassandra asked before shaking her head. “Nevermind, you stubborn human. Since you’re here, grab this gun and follow me.” Cassandra said before she went through the main door.

You followed after her as quickly as you could, but you didn’t see where she went. You went to go search but saw that Alcina was being double teamed by the two of the hunters. You ran before pointing the gun at the leg of one of them and pulled the trigger, causing the hunter to fall to his knees allowing Alcina to pierce his skull with her claws, his blood splattering onto your face. As she was dealing with him, you shot at the other hunter, hitting him in between the eyes, his body falling to the ground with a thud.

Alcina gave you a small smile before her expression neutralised as she went to push you out the way of the bullet, but she pushed you out of the way too late and the bullet hit you in the shoulder. You grabbed at the wound, falling to the ground. You saw Alcina’s eyes flash red before she growled and charged at the hunter that shot at you, impaling him with her claws multiple times until his upper body started to detach from his lower body.

You heard a howl as your vision began to slowly fade from the amount of blood you were losing from your wound. “Stay with me, Y/N, you’re going to be fine. Heisenberg’s just arrived so I can tend to you, my love.” Alcina said softly, her voice cracking a bit. You let a small groan escape your lips as you lost consciousness.

“Mother, look, Y/N's starting to wake up!” Bela practically shouted causing you to groan softly as it awoke the splitting headache you had. Bela seemed to realise what she’d done and she placed a warm cloth on your forehead to help soothe the headache. “Sorry about that, Y/N.” Bela said sheepishly.

“It’s fine.” You croaked out, your voice was scratchy.

You heard Alcina’s voice shush you. “Hush, now, my love. Don’t try to speak.” Alcina said. “You lost a lot of the blood, the bullet lodged itself in an artery, but I was able to get it out and help you before you bled out.” Alcina explained. “Girls, why don’t you go check on your Uncle, make sure he’s okay?” The girls nodded and headed out the room leaving you alone with their mother.

“Al,” You started but ended up coughing.

Alcina frowned. “I told you not to speak. Would you like some water?” Alcina asked. You nodded your head and she brought a glass up to your lips allowing you to take a few sips of water. She brushed her hand over your cheek. “You had me so worried, my love.” Alcina said before she allowed herself to get in the bed behind you, making sure she did jostle your arm around too much. “You were so brave out there tonight, helping me take out those two hunters. Thank you.”

You gave a small hum and cleared your throat slightly. “I lo- lov-“ Alcina cut you off.

“Shh, I know, I know, și eu te iubesc.” Alcina pressed a kiss to your temple. “Sleep now, my love, you need your rest.” You didn’t need to be told twice and you fell into a deep slumber before she could even finish her sentence.

[ravens-words]

yeah you’re in love with me or just kiss me … for the prompts thing! i love ur writing regardless but maybe these could be interesting? ❤️‍🩹

Ask and you shall receive 💛

I hope you don't mind angst, nonnie-

《AN: this is NOT a death fic》

Carlos smiled, and it would have been a lovely sight if it hadn't been for the blood coating his teeth. "Lo- love-"

TK's frantic, erratic heartbeat was the only thing he could hear for a few seconds, until a shaking hand settled on his cheek.

"Carlos?" He whispered, eyes filling with tears that stubbornly clung to his lashes.

"Carlos-" his boyfriend's eyes slipped closed, and the panic that surged up within him sent him reeling. TK tapped his cheek frantically while the other put pressure on the gaping gunshot wound that would just not stop bleeding, and he snapped, "hey! Stay with me."

Carlos' eyes opened sluggishly, and though he didn't say anything, TK understood that pleading look all too well.

Let me go.

"No," he shook his head, "stay with me, baby." He was not above begging at this point.

Carlos opened his mouth to say something, only to choke on his next breath. He coughed, and a trail of blood trickled out of his mouth.

"Carlos," he whispered, horrified, watching him slowly fade away.

"It's- it's okay," he slurred, doing his best to smile again.

TK shook his head. "Don't you dare give up," he hissed at him, pressing down harder.

The blood flow was weaker now.

He didn't think about what that could mean. "Stay with me. Please."

"I- I wish-" Carlos trailed off, eyes closing momentarily before he opened them again, the action seemingly requiring a great effort.

TK swallowed thickly.

This can't be happening.

But it is.

"T-"

A chocked out cough, a pained whimper, a hoarse, bitten off scream.

Through it all, TK kept his eyes on Carlos', hoping against hope it would help him hold on somehow.

Keep looking at me, he pleaded with him silently, just keep looking at me.

"Where the hell is that ambulance?!" He screamed, the phone he'd thrown on the ground silent, beside the occasional update.

"Two minutes out," he heard, and the dispatcher sounded a little sad, "I'm sorry I can't do more."

You and me both.

"Ty, l- look at me," Carlos requested, voice breathy and cracked.

He did, couldn't deny him anything.

"Love you," he stuttered, gritting his teeth. "I- love you."

TK shook his head. "You're not doing this to me, okay? You're not saying goodbye," he snapped, "you're going to fight."

"Kiss me," Carlos whispered, eyes filled to the brim with tears.

"Carlos-"

"Just kiss me," he repeated, a little quiete. When he looked at him, really looked, he found a profound pain in the warm brown eyes that had always been his safe place.

Or maybe it was fear.

Falling apart was a near thing when TK realized, in a moment of clarity, that it was all for him.

Carlos was afraid, was hurting, for him.

He leaned down, careful to keep his hand firm on Carlos' abdomen, and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips, lingering there for a moment, then he moved a little, and pressed another kiss, then another, until he reached the smooth skin of his cheek. "I love you."

Laboured breathing became soft gasps for air, became a quiet that was so sudden it took TK's brain a second to catch up.

It was a second too late.

Carlos' eyes closed.

TK's world crumbled around him.

🥀

"Just kiss me."

TK jerked awake, and his eyes landed on Carlos, looking pale and small in the hospital bed. "Carlos?" He asked, holding his breath.

He took Carlos' hand in his and squeezed. "Carlos? Baby, I'm here."

Warm brown eyes met green, and TK's world was right again.

sacred romantic moments

[nothing-but-dreamy]

HC: s/o is dying in their arms

A/N: So..... I got this request:

"If you have the time do you think maybe you could do a headcanon with the resident evil boys reacting to their s/o dying in their arms? That angsty stuff ya know?"

And, here you go! I took Leon Kennedy and Chris Redfield. Enjoy...?

Words: 3.135

Warnings: angst, mention of blood, mention of death, raw emotions (the whole palette; gender neutral reader

Leon Kennedy:

- before Leon even can react, the infected has bitten you, digging its teeth into your flesh what caused you to cry out in pain and in surprise because you haven't noticed it behind you at all

- Leon kills the zombie or infected or whatever it was Umbrella had created this time before he runs to you

- you are already coughing blood; you press your hand on the wound but you are already spilling the blood on your bulletproof vest - ironically that you thought a bullet would kill you when you are fighting against BOWs

- you see Leon's concerned expression and that is the only thing that is really hard for you in this moment - to see him suffer; he is the last one who deserves any of this because he is too nice, too lovely, too handsome and too precious

- because deep down inside of you, you know that it is over; this is the end of your journey; the BOW didn't just take a little bite to taste you - no, it took the whole buffet and a refill on top

- you already feel the virus spreading through your veins, nagging on the healthy blood cells to change them into something nasty, at least you imagine it to be like this; it is just a question of time what happens first: that you become one of these undead monsters on your own OR that you die of immense blood loss - internally, you hope for the second option because the last thing that should ever happen is that Leon sees himself forced to kill you

- Leon kneels next to you; he doesn't even care if he is already covered in your blood, the only thing he is trying is saving your life

- he tries to give you the anti-virus but you stop him what makes Leon even more furious, a state you barely have witnessed before from this skilled, composed but also cheeky agent who always has some funny words on his lips to make you smile

"Could you please keep still so I can help you?"

"Leon, n-no... just ... don't.", you breathe, stopping his hand while you get shook by new waves of coughing.

"YN, we don't have much time. So, please, be smart and listen to me just this one time.", Leon says composed but you already see the tears glittering in the corners of his eyes - these beautiful, bright eyes you will miss the most because they held the promise of your shared future in them.

"It... it would be just a- a waste..", you choke out, taking the anti-virus to throw it out of reach for Leon who stares at you in shock, "The blood lo-lo... the loss is faster than the virus. At.... at least, I- I'm not turning into ... into...", your voice breaks as you become short of breath.

- Leon already sits on the ground, ignoring whatever happens around him; it doesn't matter at all; he just sits down, pulling you onto his lap while enclosing you with his arms as strong as he can to pull you close to his chest, the place where you have been preferably when you two were together, spending quality time in bed together

- this time, it is the same; your hands already find their way to his chest so you can feel his heartbeat while you try to breathe and live a little bit longer; you fight till your last breath just to look into Leon's handsome face, framed by these always so soft fringes; that is the last wish you have to whatever entity that might be out there - that Leon's face would be the image that will burn into your mind that it will persist till you reach the afterlife

- Leon tries to stay strong for you but it is not working; the tears are already running free as he realizes that you are right; no help would be fast enough to save you; so, this is the last opportunity he has to say things; things he always had on his mind when he saw you, when he was with you but he never found the right moment to say them; Leon was sure he would have all the time in the world to show you what you meant to him if he wasn't able to tell you that - now, he had to realize that he was wrong

"Leon... p-please, look at me...", you plead softly, seeing his eyes is something you cling to as if they are the lighthouses which would guide you back into life.

Leon smiles weakly at you and strokes bloody strands out of your face, "Don't worry, you have my whole attention like always. I always had eyes just for you, sweetheart.", he whispers.

"Oh, n-no... y-you won't start now with the-these cheesy nicknames.", you choke out, accompanied with some more blood.

Leon chuckles softly about the fact that you are still the same, talking back like always, "Fight me. When you decide to leave me, I can decide to call you 'sweetheart' as much as I want.", he says and shows you your favorite smirk even through tears.

You chuckle, "Yeah, blame me for that, Kennedy.", you whisper.

Leon leans closer to you as he notices that you become weaker, even the grip of your hands becomes less, "There are so many things I always wanted to tell you and now, you... you-", but his voice breaks because no matter how tough he wants to be it is you he is losing right now. You are his partner as an agent and in life, working side by side and living even closer.

With your last strength, you raise your hand to cup Leon's cheek, "Then tell... tell me the most imp-important thing...", you say slowly to get the words out as clearly as possible.

Leon leans against your weak touch, already feeling how your skin becomes colder. You also start to shiver and he brings you even closer to keep you warm with the body heat you were always searching for, "The most important thing? That I love you, YN. I lost my heart on you the moment I met you no matter how frustrating you were with your trouble-making attitude. As we started to date, I was the happiest man on this planet and this never changed. You just make me so damn happy. I should have told you that so much earlier.", he whispers.

You smile weakly at him, "Better now th... th-then never...", you whisper. Actually, you want to say more but you can't.

Leon, who sees it, leans down, raising your chin with his forefinger softly lying underneath it so he can reach your lips for a longing, loving and caring kiss. He feels you responding to his lips. You kiss him back. He continues to kiss you with more force, with more emotions until he notices that there is no reaction from you anymore.

- Leon squeezes his eyes shut, leaving your lips slowly and resting his forehead against yours while countless hot tears are running down his cheeks; he covers you with his tears, a veil of undying love Leon carries for you

- he's clinging desperately on your lifeless body in his arms; his fingers are digging into your skin in hope to jolt you back into life but nothing happens

- he even sobs ugly and muffles the sound as he buries his face into your hair to take a deep breath of your scent for the very last time

- he just sits like this for no matter how long, embracing you, until medics come to bring you away - or at least, they try because Leon won't let go of you; only as another agent comes to remind Leon of the rules and the protocols they have to follow, Leon gives in and let go of you but just very reluctantly

- in the end, Leon Kennedy stands there, covered from head to toe in your blood with dark gleaming eyes and a grim expression on his face with the strong determination to destroy Umbrella and everything else which fault it was that he had lost the love of his life forever

Chris Redfield:

- as Chris hears the shot, it isn't just the sound of a bullet leaving a gun;

- it is the sound that will burn itself forever into his mind, into his memories and into his heart because the moment he hears it accompanied by your muffled scream, a big part of his life will change within one second

- Chris turns around and sees you slowly slumping down on your knees before you fall to the ground, lying on your side and gasping for air

- the Umbrella subject the team was chasing is already on the run with the gun still in his hand; two members of Chris' team are running after him, catching and arrest him

- but Chris doesn't care for the mission any longer as he sees you nearly unconscious lying on the ground, a puddle of blood already forming underneath you; seeping from the nasty gunshot wound in your body

- with long strides, Chris is next to you in just a few seconds; he throws his rifle aside; undressing the protected jacket he is wearing to press it onto your wound to stop the bleeding but he already has noticed that your aorta got hit; blood is already everywhere and still pouring out of you very quickly

"YN! Open your eyes! Now! That's an order!", Chris says serious and slaps softly on your cheek to wake you up.

Very slowly because you already feel weak, you open your eyes just to see his worried expression, "That didn't go as planned, right?", you choke out with a strained voice.

- The other members of the team are in some distance just watching helplessly the scene; the medic feels frustrated and angry because there is nothing he could do to help you; he already had seen that you will die within the next few minutes and in the way Chris treats you in front of everyone, the medic knows that Chris is aware of your death as well

- Chris knows what such a wound means and so, he doesn't want to waste any precious moment with you; you, the one person he kept the closest to himself; it were against a bunch of rules to start something with a team member and Chris always was dutifully enough to stick to the rules until you showed up; you changed the game the second Chris had laid his eyes on you;

- you were the best explosive expert he could ask for; your personality was just as spicy as your grenades and first, Chris thought you were just toying with him but quickly, during a mission where the two of you had to save each other asses, he realized that you weren't just flirting out of fun instead, you really wanted him; Chris was sure with his assumption as you were kissing him;

- that was you and your character - cheeky, playfully, bubbly, maybe a bit too over the top but straight forward if you really wanted something; mostly when you wanted him

- all this is swirling through Chris' mind as he kneels next to you, scooting you up into his lap to have you closer; he doesn't care if someone sees the two of you; he already expected your relationship to be an open secret to the other members of his team; they all knew about the two of you and secretly, they were all shipping you two so hard; destroying any kind of rumors in the beginning to protect the two of you and that no superior would notice the tiniest bit

You look into his beautiful but concerned eyes, "Chris, I'm sorry, I fucked up.", you whisper, your voice is layered with pain and agony; you even try to move but you give up as you already feel your body becoming numb

"Shh, everything will be good again, you will see. Don't worry.", Chris whispers and strokes softly over your back. He's lying, he knows it, you know it, the others know it, but no one cares; you know he needs that to stay strong for you or otherwise he would break in front of you;

- no matter how tough Chris Redfield seems to be on the outside, you know how soft he is on the inside; you discovered this side on him very quickly because he couldn't keep up his resistance in front of you; this tough, tall and broad guy turned into a soft, passionately and cuddly teddy bear in your hands and you wouldn't want to have it differently

"Yeah, you know, Captain, there are still a few things I wanna do with you.", you say low with a soft smirk, using your favorite 'nickname' for him to produce a weak smile on Chris' lips; you always used his military rank as a teasing nickname when you two were in bed, knowing exactly that it turned him on to get called that from you in a sexy voice

"What things do you wanna do? Tell me so we can plan something for the next week. We all need a break.", Chris asks, his voice just a whisper because he can't speak louder anymore or otherwise the raw emotions would take control over him completely.

"Showing you my home town. My mother wants to meet you so desperately.", you say before you hissed with pain, "You know, I told her a few things about you."

"Oh, already? I had no idea you're so serious with me.", Chris says, his voice heavy with tears while he strokes beads of sweat out of your face.

"Obviously, I fell in love with your sexy ass and now, there's no turning back anymore for me because I just love you, Chris.", you whisper weakly, one single tear is running down your cheek because the last thing you want is to leave this incredible man forever.

- that you address him by his name is almost too much for Chris to handle because you just do it when you talk about important, serious things; he swallows thickly because your confession is everything he always wanted to hear no matter how sure he was to have you; to hear these three words coming from your lips was everything Chris was longing for and now, as they came, he would have done everything to switch these words with your life to keep you by his side a little bit longer

Chris pulls you even closer, "I know you will hate it to hear but I won our bet that you would say 'I love you' first. Gotcha.", Chris breathes, nudging your nose with his and now, he even can't stop the tears anymore from running freely down his cheek, soaking his shirt and even your combat clothes

The blood loss is already too heavy and so you claw your hand into Chris' shirt to pull him down to you because you can't move properly anymore, "I can handle losing this silly bet because I already got the jackpot of my life a long time ago.", you breathe before you connect your lips with Chris’ for the most passionately and longing but at the same time desperately kiss the two of you have ever shared.

- all the love you feel for this soldier is lying in your lips which are getting colder with each passing second. Chris' lips are hot against yours, the stubble he sports as a beard, because you like to see it on him the most, is already wet with heartbreaking tears; you try to deepen the kiss but the dizziness in your head is already too much; Chris encloses your face with his free hand, supporting your neck with his long fingers and kisses you stronger than before; your tongues are caressing each other lovingly before Chris breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours

- You feel Chris' warm breath fanning over your face while his heart is racing under your weak grip of your hand. You hate to see him suffer like this, knowing that he has to live with the pain to lose you, to be alone again. You hope he finds someone else even if you already know that Chris will have a tough time while coping with your death, maybe even using your death as the cause to start a vendetta against Umbrella and everything they do.

Your vision becomes slowly blurry and the edges of your sight are already black, "Chris, promise me that you won't do reckless things...", you choke out, followed by some coughing.

"Stay by my side and I won't do anything, I promise.", Chris whispers, offering you a solution.

"I will always be by your side, Chris. I will be watching over you.", you breathe before Chris kisses you again until there is no more reaction from you.

- Chris rests his forehead against yours, clinging to your dead body and crying silently with closed eyes; his face is a mask of pure agony and despair while he grit his teeth; his veins are filling with anger and hatred for what has happened to you; he still can't believe that you are gone, that you have left him just like this, leaving him alone in this crazy, cruel world of living nightmares

- the team is speechless about the whole scene; to see these two lovers getting separated far too early hit all of them; just the medic is able to function, knowing what kind of protocols they have to follow; the medic tries to get Chris away from you but the huge Captain is not moving; so, the three others have to drag him away from you with all the power they can find

- reluctantly, Chris let go of you, standing up with shaking knees; while he tries to catch his breath, his eyes are landing on the suspect who had shot you; before someone of the others can stop him, Chris, feeling like a blank nerve, storms over to him, pushing him up against a wall, beating into the man's face what brings him down to the ground with a bleeding nose and eyebrow; Chris even wants to kick him but the team mates can hold him back, bringing him away so he can cool down somewhere else

- but Chris won't ever cool down again; he promises to himself to use your death as the fuel to keep the fire burning to fight until the last BOW and even Umbrella would have paid for what they had done to you

- You didn't want him to do something reckless but Chris wouldn't do anything reckless, he would be merciless till the moment he would see you again

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Daily Sweetheart Drabble - Sunday

Prompt From This List

3. I’m dying and I’m confessing my love for you

You hear gunshots, but you are not quite able to process them. Your brain is slowing down with every slow pump of blood that leaves your body. People scream and fall silent in rapid succession. You try to sit upright, but find that you can't really move anymore. Panic is starting to grip at your throat. You are realising this is the end. You don't want this to be the end. There is so much left unsaid. And so much left undone.

There is no pain in this end. There is only regret. Tears start to fill your eyes. Your vision starts blurring.

Only barely you recognise a face before you. It is him! He's come for you. He does not speak, he never does. He simply picks you up, craddling into his arms. You smell his cologne. It is Hodak who has come to save you. Even though you are beyond saving now.

He carries you from that wretched place. You lean against him, feeling vaguely sorry you are soiling his nice clothes with your life's blood. You know you have little time left. You know this is your last chance. "H-hodak." You croak out. He looks down on you, his blue eyes inquisitive. You suck in a big gulp of air, not sure if the words will come to you. "I l-... I lo-.." You begin to cough. Hodak makes a sushing sound. You whine in frustration.

With all the strength you have still left, you arch up. You know words will fail you anyway. You press a bloody kiss onto his lips. A choked off noise rises from Hodak's throat. He kisses back, knowing there is nothing left to do.

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Punch To The Heart (Part 4)

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After repeatedly blowing you off on plans, events and trips, you have finally had enough. But Peter soon regrets it as he sees the harsh reality of almost losing his best friend.

Based on a request you can find it here!

Warnings- Lots of fluff, hints of suggestiveness, a tiny bit of angst, because it wouldn’t be my work without it.

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“Hey kids”, Tony called out. Yeah, Tony Stark. Like the ‘Iron Man’ Tony Stark. You knew Peter was in touch with him because of Spiderman, you just didn’t think they were this close.

“H-hi Mr Stark”, you called out, your voice stuttering.

“Hey! That’s what I call him”, Peter joked, laughing. You smiled back at him and Tony Stark as you made your way into the car. Peter kept his arm around you, balancing you.

It had been a couple of weeks since the ‘accident’, and Peter had been with you through all of it. In the hospital, during the therapy and treatment of the gunshots, even when your parents came back. He had been by your side, and just that had made your recovery so much more bearable.

After a couple of days of staying with you in the hospital, May had to tell him to go back to school, which Peter shut down immediately. Whether it was not wanting to leave you, or not wanting to see MJ, he didn’t budge. But he couldn’t refuse Mr Stark and the responsibility of protecting New York, so he went for evening patrols, often stopping by to see you. On an unrelated note, the criminals who tried to kidnap you were found just a couple of days after Peter resumed Spider-duty. And they were pretty beaten up.

After the hospital and doctors had deemed you fit enough to go home, you were more than eager to do so. But there was always a worry at the back of your mind if the kidnappers came back. So naturally, you told Peter. And this time he listened…. A little too well.

So that is how you got here, on the way to the Avenger’s compound, where you would take a private jet to a private island to enjoy some private time. Not with Peter obviously. Peter was just….tagging along. For emotional support. And some physical as well…(as said by Tony Stark)

“Thank you so much Mr Stark...for doing this”, you said, grateful. Even though you had recovered, you didn’t want to go back and face reality just yet.

“Tony”, he replied, “call me Tony. Mr Stark makes me feel old. Like I’m 40. I mean, I’m in my early 30s, right Underoos?”

You could see Peter stifle a laugh before nodding, muttering yes. You looked away into the world outside, at the numerous amount of machinery sitting outside the compound. Passing the gate, you entered a long runway, with 15 or so tiny aeroplanes. Opening your mouth in awe, you looked at Tony Sta-, just Tony. “Do..do you own all of them?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, but we only use a couple of them. Some for missions, some for press conferences”, he looked at Peter cheekily, “some for young sons of mine to find lo-”

“Okay, we are here! Thanks, Mr Stark, we will see you in a week’s time”, Peter said in a hurry, smiling nervously at me. Happy (or that’s what you thought his name was) stopped the car with a gentle halt, and you took a deep breath, opening up the door. Instantly, you could feel the heat of the runway, and you couldn’t help but feel glad to be going to a beach. Peter jumped out from the other side, giving Tony a sideways hug, and then a sideways glance, before turning towards you, helping you out of the car. Carrying your luggage, you both made your way to the steps up the plane.

“Ready to go?”, Peter asked, excitement on his face. You nodded, practically glowing.

“Of course, I am. Can’t wait to make up for lost time” And neither of you mentioned anything about best friends making up for a lost time, and you thought about what could happen if you would replace the best with boy for your relationship.

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“Woah”, you breathed out, staring at the stunning crystal waters infront of you, with the white sand beach and adorable beach house in the corner of your eye. About an hour back, you had landed on some type of island, but a blindfold had been put over your eyes to build “suspense”, as Peter called it.

“Do you like it?” he asked nervously. You hugged him, letting your arms squeeze his narrow frame.

“I love it!” you said enthusiastically. “We are going to have a great time together!” And to that, he smiled back at you.

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And sure enough, you did have a great time. Whether it was just relaxing on the beach listening to Peter talk about physics theories, or swimming in the ocean, it was the best time you had in a long time. In the mornings, Peter would make you breakfast as he woke you up. Turns out, May had taught him well.

After breakfast, you two would go out to the beach, usually just chilling for a while, talking about what all that you two missed out on. And it was like nothing had ever happened.

Everything seemed more or less like a vacation with your best friend, with all the movie marathons and corny jokes.

But other times...it didn’t. Like when Peter would kiss your forehead whenever you would fall asleep, or how he would draw a heart on your pancake. Or how he nodded when a helper at the house called you his girlfriend.

It was fine though…. It wasn’t as if you were complaining about anything. Until one day, about a week into your summer vacation, that you heard an interesting conversation between Mr Stark and Peter…

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“Peter, you haven’t done it yet?”, Tony’s voice floated through the air, his voice scratchy from the connection.

You scrunched your nose, wondering what he could be talking about. Curiosity got the better of you, since you crept closer, being careful not to draw any attention. You knew Peter had Spidey Sense, but that was only reserved for when he was in danger, so you shouldn’t have had such a problem.

“N-no Mr Stark. I can’t just-”

“Underoos, you haaaaveee to get her back. She’s the right girl for you”, said Tony wisely, but your mind was filled with worry. Get her back? The right girl for you?

Your face paled as you realized what they were talking about. MJ. Of course! Mr Stark had met her, and Peter didn’t have many other girlfriends. Who else would he have to get back?

“Mr Stark, w-we aren’t um togeth-”

Peter’s voice rang out, but you didn’t stick around to find out how Tony Stark was gonna help Peter win back MJ. You turned around, walking back to your room as your heart clenched. So this was a pity vacation? You thought Peter had given you a few signals that he liked you, but it just must have been platonic “best friend” gestures to him.

Wiping your eyes, you grit your teeth, promising yourself not to get hung up over this guy again. You knew it was just going to be a losing battle. Walking to your bed, you picked up your clothes, stuffing them inside your bag.

Mr Stark did say you were allowed to stay here as long as you wanted, and this is just about how long you wanted to stay here. With him.

Hearing footsteps, you pushed the zip shut, not caring about the rest of the clothes laying around.

“Why would you want to go back? I mean, you can do-”

“Um, my parent, th-they called me. Wanted to uh, see how I was doing…” You said this with a straight face, but you knew you couldn’t lie fluently. And Peter would obviously know that your parents didn’t call you. Why would they even care after they left you in the hospital when you were

He didn’t even look convinced, his head cocked to the side. So you said whatever came to your mind. “Oh, and wouldn’t you want to go back soon anyway? So you could get back with that bitc- I mean, MJ?”

If you thought Peter looked confused, it didn’t even compare to his face now. You voice cut through the air like venom, and it seemed to sting Peter just right. “Wha- MJ?”

“Yeah, heard you talking to Mr Stark. Tell him thanks for this pity party, but I would like to get back home” Pushing your hair out of your face, you began walking out, while Peter ran behind you, swearing under his breath.

“Y/N! What are you doing?”

“Oh and Peter? I have a great idea for you”, you said, turning around to see him. You almost caved in right there and then after seeing the innocent look on his face. “Wh-why don’t you bring MJ here? And you can ‘do it’ with her all you want!”

Walking away, you could feel your face heat up, but just as you were about to open the door, you felt Peter tug your hand back to him. And almost harshly, he tipped you back and kissed you.

“I brought you here, because I wanted to tell you something.”, Peter whispered, kissing you again.

“I wanted to tell you that I loved you.” Another kiss.

“That I was wrong to shut you out.” Again, he kissed you.

“And that no one, not MJ, not any girl in the world, can compare to you.” This time, he kissed you hard, pouring everything into it.

“Can compare to how much-”, he pulled back to look into your eyes as they swam with adoration, “I love you”

And in that second, everything disappeared. All the worries about MJ. All the worries about your parents. About criminals. About safety. Or school. Or the fact that Tony Stark was staring at you and Peter.

Wait. Tony Stark staring at you and Peter?

“Mr Stark?”, you asked, jumping back into Peter.

“Mr Stark!”

“Oh hey kiddos. Thank god you finally did it! Otherwise, I would’ve had to call Morgan to help you two out. She did have some good ideas...maybe I should ask her for advice for a date night with Pepper”, he said, drifting off into his own thoughts. You smiled after him, turning to look back at Peter.

“I’m so-”

“Nope”, he said, shushing you. “I want you to say either ‘Peter I love you’ or ‘Peter, let’s go put those rooms to use’” He smirked at the red tint coming up your face. “I mean, I don’t want some sad words as the first things we say to each other after our first kiss…”

You nodded proudly, looking at him from under your lashes. “So, how are we gonna put those rooms to use Parker?”, you asked cheekily.

“By using them to build some fun science experiments, or make use of the huge screen tvs to watch Star Wars”, he shook his head, trying to stifle his smile, “what were you thinking Y/N?!”

You laughed, walking away. “Alright Peter. Guess I’ll just put those huge beds to use myself.” You didn’t even have to say anything after that to get him running behind you…

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Safe Pt. 2: With You

Newt x Reader

Part One Part Two Part Three

Part Four Part Five Part Six

A/N: Hey y’all! Sadly, I don’t own any of these wonderful characters other than (y/n)! I hope you’ve all had a great week! A part two was kindly requested by @justfangirlthingies so here it is! I hope you like it! It takes place at the end of scorch trial movie, because, as we all know, the books and movies are very different! Enjoy! Btw, there may or may not be a part three and four coming soon ;)

Summary: After making it through the scorch and to the Right Arm camp, you have a moment of peace before trouble, also called WCKD, finds you once again.

Warnings: cranks, mentions of death, major angst, explosions, gunshots, violence, with fluff at the end!

(y/n) - your name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

(y/h/c) - your hair color

When you finally made it to the Right Arm camp, you, Newt, and the remaining gladers were ecstatic! You finally were safe from WCKD. There were even teenagers from other mazes at the camp as well. You held hands with Newt as you were walking to meet their leader, Vince.

He looked down at you with a soft smile, “See, love? I told you we’d get through it together.”

“Have I told you how much I love you?” You flirted.

“I don’t believe you have. But I can show you how much I love you later.”

You slapped his shoulder jokingly, “Newt! We’re in public!”

He pulls you into his side, forcing your smile to grow. “I really could care less, love. I want the whole shucking world to know you’re mine!”

You lean up and kiss his cheek followed by him pushing a strand of your (y/h/c) hair behind your ear.

Sometimes, he is just too cute. Often, you find yourself dreaming of your future with him. You wanted to marry him and start a family in the safe haven, if it even exists. You may even want a do- You’re ripped from your thoughts as Brenda makes a wheezing noise and falls forward, face planting in the dirt. Jorge falls on his knees next to her and asks her repeatedly what was wrong. You look to Newt in worry and he just raises his eyebrows in confusion. After a few seconds, Vince yells, “Oh shoot. Crank! We’ve got a crank!” And pulls out a pistol, aiming it at Brenda. The group tenses as both Jorge and Thomas jump in front of the gun and plead for her life. Newt gently grabs your waist and pushes you behind him, still holding your hand. Soon, a woman comes out and manages to calm Vince down. She takes Thomas, Brenda, and Jorge into a medical tent to try and help the flare infected Brenda.

After the commotion dies down, you and Newt wander around the camp until you see a huge rock at the top of a hill. You pull him up to the top of it and you both sit there in silence, admiring the setting sun.

“It’s so beautiful.” You say.

“It sure is,” Newt responds, but he’s not looking at the sunset. He’s looking at you.

You notice this and roll your eyes, “Sweetheart, that was the cheesiest, most cliche thing I have ever heard you or anyone say.”

You both bust out laughing as he pats his lap, inviting you to lay your head on him. You accept and look up at his handsome face.

“I can’t wait to get to the Safe Haven. I can’t wait for us to get there.” His smile somewhat fades and you can tell he’s conflicted about something.

“(Y/n), there’s something I need to tell you.” You think he’s going to break up with you, so you start to freak out.

Sitting up, you squeak, “W-what is it, Newt?”

“Well, darli-“ he starts, stopping at the sight of you in tears. In an instant, his facial expression changes from fearful to concerned.

“What’s wrong, (y/n)?”

“You’re breaking up with me aren’t you?”

“No! Absolutely not! I lo-“

Before he can finish, he’s cut off by the sound of distant explosions. You both get up, sprinting as fast as he can with his limp, towards the camp. “It has to be WCKD,” you yell, “How did the shanks find us!?” At the sound of gunfire, he grabs your wrist and positions you behind him, “You stay behind me, no matter what, alright? I’m going to keep you safe, just like last time.” You nod in agreement as you both run towards the now burning camp.

When you get there, the sight horrifies you. WCKD troops and the Right Arm soldiers were engaged a huge shootout. Grenades were being thrown, people were being killed, and it was all too much for you. Luckily, you had Newt to hold on to and protect you. You see Fry and Minho using some barrels for cover and point them out to Newt. You make you me way over to them, trying not to focus on the chaos happening around you.

When you reach them, Minho asks frantically, “Have you seen Thomas!?” After we both shake our heads, he curses under his breath before turning back to the action. You see Harriet and Vince struggling to keep up with the barrage of WCKD soldiers and run over to them, quickly followed by Newt, Minho, and Fry. Vince hands Minho a shotgun and Newt is given a sniper rifle. You stick to the pistol you always carried in your thigh holster, taking out as many WCKD troops as you can.

“I. Told. You. To. Stay. Behind. Me.” Newt grunts between shots. “I know you did, but I want to make sure you stay alive too, and we’ve got strength. In. Numbers,” taking out 3 agents during the last sentence. You see a shocking device fired from a WCKD gun and duck just in time for it to miss your head. “Vince! Hurry up!” Newt yells. He yells in response but you weren’t paying attention due to a WCKD soldier carrying a small blue orb in the distance.

All of a sudden, he throws it at Vince in the truck, earning a “Shi-“ from him before the orb exploded into bolts of electricity. Newt pulled you into him to try and shelter you from the brunt of the grenade, but it shocked everyone in the vicinity, including the both of you. You all fell to the dirt and it felt like your whole body was on fire as you convulsed due to the electrical current running through you. Although you wanted to stay strong, you grunted in pain, followed by the rest of the group doing the same.

After what felt like forever, the pain stopped and you were roughly grabbed off the ground by a WCKD guard. “Get your hands off of her!” Newt spat.

“Ooh this one’s feisty.” The guard says to the one next to him. “Too bad Mr....,” he looks at the device in his hands, “A5, here, can’t do anything about this.”

He smacks you hard in the face, causing you to yelp. Newt thrashes against their hold and screams at the guard, “I’LL BLOODY KILL YOU, YOU SHANK! YOU’LL PAY FOR THAT!!”

The guard just laughs in response and pulls you away, following you with a gun pressed against your back. You tried to forget about the stinging radiating from your cheek and focus on the situation. Knowing you will not go into captivity again, you start to look for a way out. Newt was close behind, which made you feel a little bit better about your situation. At least you had him.

In all honesty Newt’s outburst scared you a little bit, but you felt protected and loved more than anything. The last thing you wanted was for him to be killed in response to smarting off or fighting back against WCKD, so you hold back your tears in a feeble attempt to look strong for Newt. “I’m okay, Newt,” you say, your voice cracking. Before he gets the chance to respond, you’re shoved onto your knees with him beside you. He holds your hand and looks at you with a look you couldn’t decipher. It looked confused, concerned, loving, and regretful, all at the same time.

Looking straight into your eyes, he whispers, “I love you with all of my heart, (y/n) and if this is it, I want you to know that it’s always been you. You make me happier than any shank in the whole world. I just wish we had more time together.” His eyes start to glisten with unshed tears as your own threaten to spill over.

“Newt, darling, I’ve feel the exact same way. No matter what happens, know that you’ve made me feel happier, safer, and more loved than anyone could ever dream of. The world we live in is harsh, brutal, and unpredictable, but your love has made me feel more secure than any maze ever has. Do you remember what you told me that night in the mall when we escaped the cranks?” The tears are slowly streaking down your face now, and Newt’s threaten to spill over.

He nods, “I said that we’d get through it together.” You sniffle after you both say “together” at the same time. “We sure have done it together, haven’t we, love?”

“We sure have.” You both move towards each other until your faces are inches apart. He glances from your eyes to you lips, and you do the same. You lean forward and your lips connect in a passionate kiss that is ended early by a WCKD guard pulling you two apart by your hair. Newt starts to say something to them, but you give him a look that makes him go silent. “I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too.”

In what seems like a blur, Jansen walks out of a helicopter and Thomas surrenders himself. Then, Ava Paige herself shows up with Theresa.

“How could she betray us,” you think. You’re once again yanked to your feet as they start loading the captured immunes into transports. Luckily, they’re starting on the other end of the group, so you still have a little more time. Mary, the woman who helped Brenda, interrupts Dr. Paige during her monologue, and in a flash, is shot and killed by Jansen. Your mouth hangs open and your eyes become wide at the terrifying event that just played out before you. Trying to get your mind off of Vince’s howling sobs, you zone out, thinking back to the glade; the only place you’ve ever called home. Only Newt squeezing your hand snaps you out of your stupor.

Out of the blue, Thomas pushes the guards surrounding him back and pulls out a bomb!! “Get back! Everyone get back!” He screams at your captors. “Do you want all of them to die?” Dr Paige asks. Suddenly, you feel like everything you’ve ever done in your life has lead to this moment. You let go of Newt’s hand and start to walk towards Thomas. You are quickly followed by the gladers. All gathered behind Thomas, Newt takes your hand as he says, “We’re with you, Thomas.” Despite the pleas from Ava and Theresa, you all close your eyes and prepare for death. Newt pulls you in close where your head rests on his chest. He then buries his head in the crook of your neck. You could hear his heart beating so fast you think it might jump out at you. Taking one last deep breath of his scent, you squeeze him tighter, and he does the same.

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Space Between [8/9] [Aizawa Shouta x Reader x Yamada Hizashi]

EraserMic x f!Reader

Part 8/9

Warnings: mentions of panic attacks, some fluff, no beta we die like men

It’s dark. So dark that you can’t see your hand in front of your face, or your breath in the air as it heaves from your lungs. The cold is all encompassing, and the damp chills your bones and makes them ache.

Where are you?

Water drips from a leaking pipe somewhere off to the side. You feel like you should know the place, but the name escapes you. A basement? A warehouse?

Where are you?

“Tell me who you work for boy, and who you brought with you.”

You whip towards the sound of the voice, a shiver crawling down your spine. You’d know that cruel, grating lilt anywhere...but if she was here, did that mean you were…? No, you couldn’t be back there. It was too dark, too silent, to empty…

“I’m not working for anyone! I’m loyal to-”

A slap cracks in the quiet, cutting sharp into your ears. You take a hesitant step towards the flurry of sound, then another, and soon you’re sprinting through the darkness.

A little piece of you knows you’re not getting anywhere.

“I’ll give you one more chance, hero scum. Give me the name of your partner, and I’ll let you live.”

Your foot catches on something unseen, and you topple forwards, colliding heavy with the wet ground. Your palms sting against the grainy floor, and your breathing is thick and laboured.

You look up to try and something, anything, in the pitch black.

“I...don’t...have one…”

You gasp and fling yourself away from the sudden and intrusive gurgling voice in your ear. So close, but so broken and distorted. You squeeze your eyes shut and fold your hands over your ears in preparation. You know what happens next. You know, and you don’t want to see, don’t want to hear it. Not again.

Just give her my name, you beg silently, wishing more than anything that the outcome of the situation would be different this time. Just give her my name!

A gun cocks, loud and violating, despite your covered ears.

A cold, violent laugh.

“Then you die alone.”

You gasp awake to the sound of a gunshot ringing in your mind. You’re covered in a cool sheen of sweat, trembling like an earthquake. You glance frantically around the room, looking for any signs of danger, and only when you find none does your heart begin to slow. You sit up.

Outside the window, the sky is lightening. The sun hasn’t risen yet, leaving the dawn greenish and undisturbed.

Shouta appears in the doorway, and you regard each other silently. He clearly hadn’t expected you to be awake at this hour, but everything in your panicked expression tells him why you are. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, half-dressed.

“Nightmare?” he asks, though he already knows the answer. Still, you nod weakly.

“You were talking in your sleep,” he says quietly, as unthreatening as he can manage, “in English. Something about your name.”

That’s all it takes for you to burst out crying, tears exploding forth and pained wails breaking from your chest. Shouta moves towards you slowly and wraps his arms around you in a tight hug.

“My name,” you weep, leaning heavily against him, “why didn’t the stupid kid just give her my name?!”

Your boyfriend rubs soothing circles into your back, not truly knowing how to answer you.

“She made him give everything else! Why wouldn’t he give my name?! I was right there! I could have helped! I could have fought! He’d still be alive-”

You cry harder into his shirt, and remain tucked in Shouta’s embrace for several minutes. Your sobs eventually turn to snotty sniffles, though neither of you pay any mind to the mess you’re making on his shirt.

“He...he didn’t even give me the option to try and save him. If my cover had been blown, then I…”

“Would probably be dead, too.” Shouta’s voice is low and pained, as if merely speaking the words caused him distress.

You peek up at him through wet lashes. “You don’t know that.”

“I do,” he says, “Up until a few days ago, you were in no shape to fight Akuma and win. If you’d stood up back then, your partner would still be dead, and you’d be beside him, and every bastard you’ve put behind bars would still be out there.”

“But how do you know?” your voice crackles, fresh tears springing up. “How do you know I couldn’t have saved him?”

“How do you know you could have?”

You’re both quiet for several beats, before you sigh deeply and set your head back on his shoulder.

“I...don’t.”

You stay like that for another couple minutes, listening closely to the beat of his heart and the steady thrum of his breathing. And once your anxiety begins to settle, you start to squirm.

“You’re gonna be late for work, Sho.”

He pushes the hair off your face, and lays a tender kiss on your forehead. “The kids will understand.”

You grumble a little, and offer him a tired smile. “Thank you. But really, I think I’m okay now. It’s easier getting through this when you or Hizashi are around.”

Shouta looks like he doesn’t quite believe you, but he knows coddling you will only make you mad. You’ve come far enough, trusting him to see you during a vulnerable moment. He wasn’t going to push it further.

“Promise you’ll call me if you start feeling less okay.”

You roll your eyes lightheartedly. “Yes, dad.”

“I’m serious, Y/N. Me or Hizashi. We’ll talk with you through whatever’s causing you problems.”

You avert your gaze from his, inklings of guilt creeping into your heart. “You’re not my therapists,” you tell him softly, “You shouldn’t have to talk me through anything. It’s not your job to deal with all my fucked up shit.”

“But we do love you.” He reaches down and takes your face in his hands, thumbs gently stroking over your damp cheeks. “We’ll support you however you need, no matter what. We want to be there for you, okay?”

You lean into his touch for a couple seconds, letting your eyes fall shut.

“Alright,” you relent, “if something happens, I’ll call one of you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He leans forward and kisses you, then stands to continue dressing. You watch him as he moves around the room, collecting his various accessories and pouches, pointing things out to him whenever he can’t find it.

He’s out of the house a few minutes later, leaving you with a warm goodbye and a tight hug. Hizashi had gone even earlier, which now left you completely alone in the house.

It seemed more spacious than it usually did, now that you’re on your own. No background din of partners moving around, no sounds of quiet conversation, or television music. Your chest dully aches as you flop back onto the bed and pull the blankets over your body.

You didn’t particularly want to go back to sleep, but you could feel the tiredness still in your limbs, and the heaviness behind your eyes. On top of that, your therapist had suggested you try some breathing exercises when trying to fall asleep, and you’d yet to try them out. Even if you didn’t pass back out, it might still be enough to allow you to lay there with your eyes shut.

Lo and behold, not thirty seconds after you start measuring your breaths, you begin to drift off.

----

The next time you wake, it’s nearly one in the afternoon. You feel surprisingly rested with the extra couple of hours, but you’re even more amazed with the lack of recurring nightmares. Plain, decent rests were few and far between.

Feeling revived, you’re able to look at your earlier dream more logically. It’s obvious now that your past is still haunting you, and that you’re even further stressed about the events to come. Your confrontation with Akuma is less than a week away, and you can finally see how much it’s weighing on you.

You’ve been trying your best to remain optimistic, to prepare yourself mentally for the oncoming fight, but you’re just so...tired. All the time. Exhausted down to your very core. You know that therapy will help you in the long run, and that’s what you’re planning for, but you know it’ll be months until you start feeling the affects.

You might not even have months left to live.

You sigh deeply, wishing your negative thoughts would leave you alone. Your phone sits on the bedside table beside you, silently taunting you. You could call one of your boyfriends...but did this count as a stressful time; dealing with the very hard truth?

Probably not.

And you don’t want to feel like a burden, like you need help with every tiny thing.

You could get through this on your own, you decide. You had an appointment in three hours, so if you could make it that long, you’d be okay.

But...maybe you’d leave a little earlier than usual. Getting out of the house would probably be good for you, so maybe you’d stop to get a coffee before your session...

Your heart warms at the thought of a warm drink and a snack, so you roll out of bed and start going about your day. No more moping around, you tell yourself. You were going to hold your head high, and hope your mood gets the memo.

----

It’s a nice afternoon for a walk. Not too hot, not too cold, sunny with white fluffy clouds dotted around, and a light breeze. You sip at the drink in your hand, letting the sweet taste soothe you from the inside out. You weren’t entirely sure whereabouts you were, having been wandering the city aimlessly for the past half hour.

Oddly enough, it didn’t bother you. Most often, you liked to know your exact location, to know which way you could run if you needed to. But today, despite your earlier panic, you feel...good. Light. You can’t describe the sudden onslaught of positivity, but you know it’s there. Maybe because Shouta and Hizashi are just a phonecall away, maybe it’s because you’re taking the time to care for yourself, maybe it’s-

You nearly jump out of your skin when a car alarm starts blaring beside you. Anyone around you would probably chuckle at your actions, and you take a second to smile at yourself.

A shop owner must have seen your distress, because he nods apologetically at you as he rushes out of his store to turn the alarm off. He looks tired and spread thin, not unlike your own reflection, and you pause momentarily to watch him walk back into the shop.

You glance over the flyers pasted to the windows, and an odd tremor crawls up your spine.

You try for a moment to chalk it up to your regular anxiety returning, flaring up from your spook a few moments ago...but something in the back of your mind tells you otherwise, some intricately honed survival sense that you’d obtained from years of being under threat.

You look a little closer at the papers in the window.

Most of them are outdated; old advertisements for food deals and community events, images of a couple lost pets. But there’s one sheet at the very center of the mess that catches your eye.

The paper is so pink it’s nearly blinding in the sunlight, but you’re still able to read the details. A charity event at the shop where it’s posted, one day only, when proceeds from every order will be donated to local food banks.

Usually something like that would have you scribbling the date down to participate...but this one freezes your heart to ice and sends another peculiar tremble through your body.

It’s dated for next week. The very day Akuma is meant to attack.

You skitter back a few steps and look up at the store’s sign, fear beginning to roil around in your gut.

Chicken shop. Cartoon chicken mascot.

This is wrong, you think. She’s not meant to attack until next week.

You hurry along from the shop, nearly running as you try to get out of the immediate area. You cut and dive around various slower-paced people, paying them no mind as they scold you for your rudeness.

But no matter how quickly you run, you can’t shake the feeling of impending danger.

You duck into a small nook beside a larger building, a building you’re fairly certain is the radio station from Oracle’s vision, and pull out your phone.

You feel so stupid, while the phone rings and you wait for Shouta to pick up. Oracle has said they couldn’t confirm the date for sure, but you’d pitted everything on them being right. They’d even warned you to be careful about where you go, until the event happened, but you hadn’t listened.

“Shit,” your curse, when you get put through to your boyfriend’s voicemail, bouncing back and forth from one foot to the other.

“Shouta, listen to me,” you tell the recording, “We got the date wrong. I was stupid. I wasn’t careful enough, and I’m downtown. I don’t think this is my mind playing tricks on me, not this time. It feels different. I think Akuma-”

Your breath freezes in your lungs when something cold and pliable wraps around your throat, and a warm body presses against your back. You try to squirm away, but more icy tar wraps around your extremities, holding you in place.

“Hello, little mouse,” Akuma coos, sickly sweet in your ear, “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Your phone falls out of your hand, landing on the sidewalk with a wet splat. It feels disgusting as Akuma’s tendrils wire and snake around your body, soaking through your clothes and into your skin. Your vision is already beginning to fade, and your breath is laboured as the air is choked out of your lungs.

“Your little partner resisted his death, but I have a feeling you won’t make the same mistake.”

The final thought you have is one of Shouta and Hizashi, holding you close with warmth and affection.

Then the world goes black.

[aster-aspera]

Watch you breathe in

@badthingshappenbingo​

Prompt: gunshot wound

Relationship: analogince

TW: guns, injuries, blood, PTSD flashbacks, mentions of death (not any of the main characters)

Masterlist

Roman adjusted his grip on his beaten up sword, shoulder pressed into the wall, the rough concrete scraping against his skin. He could hear Virgil’s steady breathing beside him, just a slight bit faster than it usually was, all their muscles tensed where their side was pressed into Roman’s. 

Roman craned his neck, trying to see down past the darkness encroaching from that side, the only light coming from the camp up ahead. 

“Where is he?” Virgil hissed through clenched teeth. Roman saw them adjust their grip on the bo staff in their hands. 

“Give him a little longer,” Roman whispered back, slipping one hand behind him to rest on Virgil’s thigh, squeezing it in gentle comfort. “He can handle himself.”

Virgil pressed their head back against the wall as they waited, breath misting in the cold air, the night silent except for the occasional shouts from the nearby camp.

Just as Roman was about to suggest they go look for their missing boyfriend, a deafening noise split the air. A sound he hadn’t heard in years, one that made the blood in his veins turn to ice. 

Two more gunshots rang through the small alleyway and Roman felt like his lungs were filling up with liquid fire, smoke coursing through his veins and sparks crawling up his windpipe. And all he could see was red, red spread out on the floor like a picture perfect painting, like a poem, like the horrifying reality that he was dying.

A hand closed around his, rough, callused skin smoothing over his carefully. “Ro, deep breaths,” That familiar voice, deep voice said, gentle as it always was with him.

Roman looked up at Virgil, their brow furrowed in worry, eyes darting back to the camp, where the gunshots had come from.

He forced in a breath, dragging it through the thick smoke choking him, doing his best to mirror Virgil’s slow, steady breathing. They tapped out a familiar pattern on Roman’s palm, one they had both used so many times before, when Virgil woke up gasping from nightmares or Roman froze when a branch snapped too loudly or Logan had to admit that he didn’t know. His breathing slowed, red tinged vision replaced with the dark purple of Virgil’s hoodie. 

“Logan?” Roman choked out, because he had to be here, he couldn’t do this again. Blood red and screaming and you were too late, you can’t save him.

Virgil turned around sharply, and a second later Roman saw what had alerted them. Logan walked into the alleyway, looking for all the world like nothing was wrong, none of the supplies he was supposed to get in his hands.

“We need to leave,” He said curtly once he had made it to where they stood, Roman still tightly clenching Virgil’s hand as he tried to regain his breathing. 

The relief he felt at Logan’s arrival quickly made place for sharp irritation. Did the smug bastard really think he could scare Roman half to death and then show up without the supplies and act like everything was just fine and dandy?

“Excuse me sir,” Roman burst out, still sounding out of breath and shaky, as Logan strode resolutely away from the camp, where everything they needed to survive currently resided. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” Logan bit out.

Roman looked to Virgil, hoping for some support. The other just shrugged, picking their bo staff off the ground and following after Logan. Roman huffed in frustration.

“We can’t go home yet,” He said, jogging slightly to catch up, “You didn’t get the supplies.” And Roman sure as hell hadn’t had a near panic attack for nothing. If he wouldn’t be able to sleep for the next week, he at least wanted some pay off for it.

“The mission went wrong,” Logan said, voice still cool and detached.

“And you said it couldn’t!” Logan has spent hours repeating just how foolproof the plan was. “We need this! We need it to survive, Logan.”

“He’s right,” Virgil said, head ducked in their hoodie and anxiously chewing their lip, “We’ve only got rations for a few more days, and that’s if we stretch it.”

“See, even the emo agrees, we have to go back,” Roman said decidedly, pulling on Logan’s sleeve to get him to stop. Logan only kept walking.

“We’re not going back.”

“So what, you’d rather die of starvation or radiation poisoning? You were supposed to fix it, pocket protector, and now we’re even worse off than before. We used the last of our materials for this.”

“We are not going back,” Logan hissed out decidedly, a fire burning in his eyes. Something in Roman’s gut told him to drop it, told him that Logan was this close to snapping, and that if he kept pressing this, he would be the one to push him over the edge.

“Fine, have it your way, but when I painfully die of radiation poisoning, I know who I’ll be blaming,” he hissed out before stalking to the front of the group, leading them back into the untamed wilderness where they had made camp.

Virgil averted their eyes from Logan’s wounded expression, following Roman into the brush. 

They followed the familiar track to their camp, the weighted silence pressing on them, stifling every thought of making friendly conversation. Roman occasionally turned to shoot a glare at Logan, who didn’t return it, only staring down at the ground in order not to trip over the roots lacing the soil.

Roman stomped ahead of the group, Virgil right behind him, leaving Logan to bring up the rear, neither of them noticing the pained furrow of his brow, or the way his arm came around to clench tightly around his middle.

After a while, Virgil registered that the footsteps that were supposed to be following them had fallen still, the only sound in the forest the soft crunching of Roman marching on ahead. They turned around quickly, scared they had lost Logan to the forest, terrified that once again, they had failed to protect their family. 

The terror abated quickly when they found Logan, leaning heavily against a tree but otherwise safe and unharmed. 

“You okay there Lo?” They asked, strolling over. They could feel Roman’s disapproving glare pricking on the back of their neck, clearly still not over Logan abandoning the plan. He was always good at holding a grudge. 

“I’m fine,” Logan assured them, and something tight and strangled in his voice did not seem to match up with that statement at all. Virgil looked at him in concern. “You sure about that one buddy?”

Logan set his face and pushed off the tree, taking a few steady, but hesitant steps forward. His breathing was oddly ragged. 

He froze for a beat, before his gaze drifted to Virgil, carefully blank and detached. 

“Virgil? I think you better catch me now.”

And his eyes rolled back into his head as he slumped to the ground, boneless. Virgil darted forward as quickly as they could, only managing to slow his fall so he didn’t hit his head against the many tree roots and rocks. 

“Shit,” Roman cursed loudly and in less than a second he was at Virgil’s side, carefully prying Logan’s limp form out of their arms and draping him carefully over his lap, his anger from barely a minute ago erased. 

“Logan, my darling, my love, what happened?” He whispered desperately, scanning Logan for any injury that could be causing this, something he could treat and fix. His hand was clenched tightly around his middle, his face pale and drawn, his breathing shallow, and Virgil reached out to gently pry his arm away.

“No, please,” Logan whined, barely conscious, and his voice sounded so small and scared and unsteady. Roman’s heart shattered at the sound. He gently cradled Logan’s jaw, pressing a feather light kiss to the hands he held carefully in his palms. One was stained dark with blood and Roman felt the pit in his stomach deepen. He looked up at Virgil, almost scared of what he was going to find. The gunshots still rang in his ears, the phantom scent of blood filling his nostrils, or maybe it was real. 

Virgil looked at him, eyes dark with worry and fear, Logan’s shirt pulled up to reveal the neat, red circle gouged into his side. 

Roman felt bile rise up in his throat and turned away, electing instead to bury his nose in Logan’s hair, focusing on the familiar scent of green leaves and wood smoke that always accompanied him, as opposed to the scent of smoke and metal that was so ingrained in his brain. That he woke up to every morning, muscles tensed and heart racing. 

Virgil’s breath hitched as they remembered the words from a conversation not so long ago. 

We used the last of our materials for this

The last bandages, used when Virgil had tripped and scraped themself on some large thorns, the last dredges of disinfectant used to clean the bite Roman had sustained from some demented squirrel. They scrabbled through their pack, hands ghosting over the familiar supplies, finding dried fruits and nuts and water bottles and nothing that could help.

They quickly poured some water over the wound, because they had run out of antibiotics months ago and then bunched up their hoodie to press it tightly to the wound. 

Logan couldn’t stifle the gasp that ripped from his mouth, a strangled, pained thing and Roman shushed him gently. His eyes flickered open, hazy and unfocused by pain. He tried to lift his head, tried to move away from Roman. 

“No no, none of that,” Roman said gently, cradling his face softly in his hands and forcing logan to look at him and only him, away from where Virgil was desperately trying to figure out a way to save their boyfriend with only a pack of nuts and a now empty water bottle. 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Roman asked softly as Virgil reached out to pry the battered and torn sash away from Roman shoulder. He tried not to cry as the last reminder of the man he had loved before was taken from him. 

“You were angry,” Logan mumbled, head lolling forward in Roman’s grip. 

“Darling, do you really think that would have made a difference?” Roman asked as he tucked Logan’s head into the crook of his neck. 

“Didn’t want you to worry.”

“You know I’ll always worry about you,” Roman said softly.

“That’s my line,” Virgil chuckled darkly, tying off the sash around Logan’s waist, the best they could do for a bandage right now. They patted Logan’s ankle before standing, brushing the leaves off their skirt. “Let's go home.”

Roman pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead before standing up, chest tightening when Logan gasped at the movement, burying his face in Roman’s shoulder. They trudged through the forest, pace significantly slower, Logan’s breath heavy and hot against Roman’s collarbone. 

They laid him out in their tent, piling on the few blankets they had left and wrapping up his wound as best they could. His face was still deathly pale, and he didn’t react this time, not even when Virgil pressed a rare kiss to his brow and gently smoothed away his hair from his forehead. 

They curled up in Roman’s lap on the far side of the tent, watching the steady rise and fall of Logan’s chest as Roman smoothed a hand through their hair. “He’s going to be okay, right?” He asked to the silent tent.

Virgil looked up, grey eyes like the desolate clouds overhead. Their mouth twisted and they looked down at the pebbles scattered on the floor of their tent. “I don’t…” They looked at Roman, his eyes filled with something fearful and desperate. “Yeah, he’ll be alright,” They said, and Roman didn’t call them out on the lie, just held them tighter to his chest and looked at Logan while he tried not to think about blood staining his hands and the screams of a person he had loved long ago.

“We’re going to be okay.”

[trenchcoatimpala]

Yes, I wrote another sad thing because I can, so have some death and stuff. 

Blood was no stranger to Dean’s fingers. He was so used to the texture by now, so used to the feeling of it drying under his fingernails, slowly caking to his hands. So it was nothing new to him when he felt the warm liquid pooling over his fingers, leaking past his layers of clothing, pulsing from the deep wound in his abdomen. 

He stumbled backwards, tripping onto the ground as he drew in a shaky breath. The quest for air backfired on him when all he breathed in was blood. He choked and coughed, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, painting his teeth in red.

Sam and Cas hadn’t noticed yet. 

They were still too busy dealing with the werewolves, fighting for their own lives. 

Dean had dropped his already, but the wolf had managed to get his own shot in before he went down. He could feel the bullet inside him, wedged into some vital organ, it shifted with each labored breath he took.

Three gunshots spiked the air, and then Sam’s voice reached Dean’s foggy hearing. “Dean!”

He could feel hands on him, Sam begging Dean to stay with him, pressure being applied to the wound that had punched its way through his abdomen. But it wasn’t just Sam’s hands; he could see Cas out of blurry eyes. 

Cas’s blue eyes were fixed on his, something so sad and peaceful was settled in their depths. Dean blinked at him, all the words he wanted to say were lodged in his throat, stopped by a barrier of blood. 

One of Cas’s hands had slipped into Dean’s and the other was carding gently through his hair, smoothing back sweat soaked strands. Dean didn’t have much strength left, he could feel his body starting to slow, his heart beginning to carefully cease its work. 

“Cas,” he finally managed to choke out. 

Everything he wanted to say was in that one word, and he knew Cas understood when he briefly let go of Dean’s hand to lay it on Sam’s arm, causing the younger Winchester to look up in panic. 

“It’s no use, Sam,” Cas said calmly. 

Sam shook his head, panic in his eyes. “No.” Cas leveled him with a look and Sam’s hands slowly fell away from the gushing wound. Dean tried to give Sam a reassuring look, but his brother was staring blankly at Dean.

Cas’s hand returned to Dean’s and Dean smiled through the blood and the pain. “I wish I could heal you,” Cas whispered softly.

Dean’s fingers tightened around Cas’s, trying to tell him that it was okay. It was okay that he didn’t have his powers anymore, life with him these past few years had been worth it all. Rescuing him from the empty, making him become human to escape, it was all worth it. Dean knew Cas liked being human and that he vastly preferred it to being an angel, Cas should never feel like he had to apologize for that. 

“Ca-” he tried to speak, but Cas shushed him by pressing the barest of kisses to his blood soaked lips. Cas must have seen the fear in his eyes, the terror at the thought of really dying, of not coming back, of leaving Cas, and Sam.

“It’s okay,” Cas said against his mouth. “It’s okay, Dean.” 

Dean could feel tears mingling with the blood on his face and he coughed again. Cas soothed him through it, a comforting hand through his hair and a kiss to his forehead. 

“I lo-” Dean tried to speak again, he had to get it out. 

“I know, I know,” Cas soothed, the tiniest of smiles crinkled his eyes and Dean couldn’t help thinking that the sight was a beautiful thing to die to. 

“I love you,” Dean managed to say, it was a raw whisper, shredded by the liquid in his lungs. 

“I love you too,” Cas replied, his voice shook with tears and Dean felt one fall onto his cheek. Cas raised Dean’s hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “So much,” he breathed against his skin.

Dean nodded weakly, tears burning at the corners of his eyes. He looked over to Sam who was staring at Dean through his own tears. Dean looked back at Cas, a silent conversation passing between them. 

Look after him. He was telling Cas. 

Cas smiled, nodding. 

His body was starting to feel heavy, the call of death pulling him away. 

“It’s okay,” Cas said again and Dean took solace in the words. “You’re okay, Dean. I’ve got you, I’m here.” 

Dean wanted to sob, he wanted to cry in Cas’s arms until he was shaking and breathless, but he barely had enough energy left to blink. The blood loss had set in and he could see darkness creeping around the corners of his vision.

The last thing he heard before he let death claim him, was a soft whisper in his ear, Cas’s deep rumbling voice, so soothing and strong. “I’ll see you in Heaven.” 

Dean felt his last smile tug at his lips, his last breath pushing out of his clogged lungs past that smile as he finally let go and allowed himself to fall into the arms of death.

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[youare-mysonshine]

who knew || oscar diaz

Summary: Prophets do a drive by shooting at Oscar’s house and reader is caught in the crossfire.

Requested: Yes!

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Martinez!Reader

Warnings: Gun violence, blood, character death, graphic depictions of death and blood. Angst, angst, angst lmaoooo

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: so, this was sitting in my request list and I just couldn’t not write it. I’m sorry for the hurt I’m going to cause don’t hate me lmao. Also, there is mentions of blood and death. Heavy mentions of that. So if this is something that triggers you, please don’t read or proceed with caution. I hate myself lol

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“Here, papas.”

You walked over to your boyfriend, handing him a cold can of beer before assuming your position on his lap.

It was a nice Saturday evening and you were spending it with your boyfriend at his house - the house was full of nothing but Santos, their girlfriends or people who just hung around the gang. Some music was playing, some people were dancing, some were just chilling and talking. It wasn’t a party, but it definitely felt like it.

“Gracias, mamita.” Oscar took the can of beer from you and opened it, taking a considerable drink before resting his hand on your thigh, keeping you close to him.

You and Oscar had been dating for a good while - you had grown up knowing each other because of your siblings - your younger brother, Ruby, was his younger brother, Cesar’s best friend. And He also knew your other younger brother, Mario. The two of you had begun to date a little before he went to prison and stayed together during and after. You’d been there for him through a lot, you stuck by his side through a lot and Oscar knew that he’d found the true definition of ride or die.

You never turned your back on him, never. Not even when your family tried to get you to leave him - he understood it. When he got locked up, when he was sent to prison, your parents wanted you to have nothing to do with him. He wasn’t mad because he knew that he couldn’t give you the life you wanted or deserved. But you defied your family, you stuck by his side and you didn’t regret it. His family was still skeptical, iffy about the relationship, but they had learned to accept him.

Ruby wasn’t as scared of him as he used to be because he saw you two together - he saw a different side of Oscar when he was with you. And he and Cesar were low-key happy at the possibility of becoming actual family in the event that you two marry, which you were definitely going to because neither of you could see you spending the rest of your lives without one another. And Mario, well Mario had always been a good friend to him and he was just happy that his sister was happy.

Cesar loved you from the get go - he had known you because of Ruby, but then you started coming around more anymore when you and Oscar started going around. Even when he was in prison, you took care of Cesar. You made sure he was clothed, fed, made sure he got to school, made sure he had money. You took care of him like he was your own and that made him feel safe with you. You and Oscar were truly the only parental figures he’d ever known.

As the night progressed, everything was going great, it was fun. You were laughing, smiling, having a great time. Oscar was deep in conversation with his homies, though his hand would squeeze your thigh on occasion though, and it’d have you squirming or gently nudging him because of how ticklish you were. It never failed to bring a smile to your lips.

“Shut the fuck up, liar. I don’t snore.” One of the Santos’ girlfriends said, pushing her boyfriend, glaring at him, though you could make out a smile pulling at her lips. You and Oscar both laughed, your head falling on his shoulder.

“Aye, you know who else snores? This one right here.” Oscar pointed at you and you looked at him with your mouth wide open, though your were still lightly laughing. Your eyes were sparkling, and Oscar loved it. H’d never get tired of your eyes, or your smile. Your laugh.

“What? Callate, mentiroso! I do not snore. It’s your ass that snores in my ear all night.” You said, nudging him with your elbow. Oscar’s smirk softened into a smile and he nodded. The way he looked at you never failed to make your heart flutter. It never failed to give you butterflies. It was like the very first time each and every time.

“I know, I’m just fuckin’ with you mamas.” He reached a hand up, cupping your cheek. He pulled your face down to his and pressed your lips together in a soft kiss. Oscar would also never tire of your lips. How soft they were. How they moved against his so perfectly, so in sync. How they fit perfectly with his own like they were his missing puzzle piece.

The Santos that were near the loved up couple began hollering, cat calling and whistling.

“Aye, get it Spooky!”

“We gettin’ a baby Spooky sometime soon or what?”

“Look at this foo, all in love and shit!”

You both pulled away, a blush starting to creep up your neck, your cheeks and all the way to your ears.

“Yeah. In love. And what?” Oscar countered at his homies, a little smirk on his face. He never shy about how he felt about you. He let it be known that he loved you. That he was yours and that you were his. How could he not show you off? He wanted everybody to know he had the best girl. He didn’t think of it as him being weak - he was more of a man for being able to show that side of him, for not hiding it to seem cool in front of his homies. And that was what you loved about him. He never switched up on you.

Shaking your head, a smile on your slightly moist lips, you moved off his lap. “I’m gonna get some chips from inside.” You said. “You want anything?” You asked your Santo, then turned to look at the group of Santos you were sitting with, asking them the same. A few of them asked for chips as well, so with that, you turned on your heel and began to walk over to the porch steps that led up to the front door.

It all happened so fast.

You all heard the sound of tires screeching as a car rounded the corner. You turned around and saw a green car rolling up. No one had any time to react, no one even knew what the fuck was happening until it was too late.

“Prophets bitch! Fuck Los Santos!”

The sound of bullets hit your ears. It sounded like fireworks but they just kept coming and coming, never stopping for a second. People started screaming, running for cover, bodies hit the floor.

As soon as Oscar heard the bullets begin spraying his house, as soon as he saw that neon green car, his immediate thought wasn’t to get down for cover. It was to find you. To find you and make sure you were safe. Some of the homies he was talking too had hit the ground, blood beginning to pool on the ground below them. Some of them were shielding their girlfriends or each other for the bullets. Some of them had pulled out their own weapons and began firing back at the Prophets.

“Y/N!” He yelled out, voice deep and panicking, in the midst of the chaos. “Y/N..!”

And then he saw you. Laying on the concrete ground with a deep scarlet beginning to pool around you.

You didn’t know how to react. You didn’t even have time to react before your felt this burning pain in your upper shoulder and your chest area. And then you were falling to the ground fast first. You could feel a warm, sticky liquid beginning to wet your skin and you barely registered it as your blood. You were bleeding. You were shot.

“No. No no no.. Y/N..” Oscar rushed over to you, aware that the sound of gun fire had ceased and all that was left in it’s wake was frantic screaming and crying. All that was left in it’s wake was absolute chaos and destruction. And you’d been caught in the middle of it.

Oscar turned your body around to you were on your back and it was like his entire soul just left his body. He could feel the color draining from his face, the panicking really beginning to set in when he saw the gunshot wounds on your body. Your body, your clothes were stained red, only growing wetter by the second. Your eyes were open and you were struggling to breath.

“Y/N, baby. You keep your eyes on me. You keep your eyes on me, okay? Don’t stop looking at me.” Oscar instructed you, not bothering to conceal the panic in his voice. His shaky hands pressed down on your wounds, trying to stop the bleeding but it just wouldn’t stop. It just kept gushing out and it was staining his hands.

“S-Shit! Shit! No no, baby.. Call a fucking ambulance!” He yelled out to whoever was listening.

It hurt. It hurt and you felt like you couldn’t breath. Like you were underwater and you were drowning. The pain had started off dull. This dull burn that began to grow hotter and hotter. Your hazy eyes were locked on your panicking boyfriend as he did everything in his power to keep you from bleeding out but you could feel yourself starting to slip away. You could feel how weak you were growing.. your eyes began to close.

“No! Y/N keep your eyes on me! Damnit, keep your fucking eyes on me!” Oscar sounded like a lost, scared little boy. Not the tough, scary cholo that everyone was afraid of. No, in the moment; he was the one that was afraid. He was watching the love of his life slip away and there was nothing he could do.


That sparkle in your eyes that he loved so much was starting to fade away into nothing and it killed him. It fucking killed him.

“Y/N, don’t close your eyes, baby. Please. No.. No! Y/N”

The last thing that you saw before your eyes finally closed was Oscar’s broken face, the tears that fell from his eyes, as he pleaded with you to keep your eyes open.

———

Oscar was numb. Absolutely numb.

His hands were stained in your blood. His t-shirt was stained in your blood. And the look on your face as you laid there, choking on your own blood, desperately trying to keep your eyes open, was engraved in his head. There was nothing he could do to get that memory out of his head. Nothing.

He heard the sound of rushed footsteps and ‘Where’s my baby? Where is she?’ And as he lifted his head, he saw your family rushing down the hallway. Geny and Ruben had looks of worry on their faces, your mom had tears flowing down her cheeks and your dad looked just as frightened but he was clearly trying to be strong for your mom. Your Abuelita was in tow, holding onto the twins’ hands. And Ruby, Ruby followed behind his parents with this scared, terrified face.

Oscar stood up when he saw your family rushing forward and they all stopped short when they saw him, when they saw the state that he was in - covered in your blood. Scary amounts of it.

“Oscar.. what happened to my daughter.. what happened to her?!” Geny demanded, by her sobs broke through and his own demeanor cracked. Geny turned to her husband and buried her face in his chest, holding onto his shirt as she cried and cried for her young daughter. Abuelita stood back with the twins - they were confused, unaware of what was going on, why their mommy was crying, why everyone was scared, so she tried her best to make them feel at ease, to comfort them

Oscar, with tears blurring his vision once again, looked at Ruby as he sauntered forward. The young teen looked at all the blood that should’ve been in his sister’s body, not on her boyfriends clothes, and let out a shaky breath of air. “She’s gonna be fine, right? She’s gonna live?” Ruby was desperately looking for that comfort. He wanted to so badly believe that his sister was gonna be fine. That she was gonna be okay. Oscar wanted that too. No. No, he needed that. The heartbroken Santo gave a nod.

“Yeah. Your sister is gonna be just fine, alright?”

———

The entire family and Oscar stood when the doctor came walking forward and Oscar felt this dread in the pit of his stomach at the look on his face. Cesar had shown up at the hospital after Oscar had called him and told him what happened. The kids were all there, supporting Ruby. Your dad had called Mario and told him what had happened and Mario promised he’d be there as soon as humanly possible.

“Dr? How is she? How is my daughter?” Geny asked. The doctor let out a saddened sigh and it was like Oscar couldn’t breathe. Like he was dying too.

“I’m sorry.. we tried to do everything in our power to save her but the bullets did too much damage and she lost a significant amount of blood. I’m sorry.” The cry Geny let out was heartbreaking, utterly gut wrenching. She fell to the ground and Ruben went right down with her, holding his wife all the while tears streamed down his face.

Ruby started crying, shaking his head saying she couldn’t possibly be dead. Monse, Jamal and Jasmine were right there - hugging him. Comforting him.

But Oscar. Oscar lost it. His body hit the wall and he slid down to the floor, his legs having gone completely jelly. He could feel his heart physically breaking into a million pieces and it was the absolute worst feeling. Cesar was right there beside his brother.

“Oscar..” The younger Diaz murmured. Oscar shook his head, refusing to believe it.

“No.. No, she can’t be dead. She can’t.. she can’t be.. dead..” He started crying. Actually crying. The Santo buried his face into his hands and cried, his entire body shaking with this pain he never knew before.

He’d dealt with the loss of a mother who preferred drugs over her own children. The loss of a father who walked out on his kids. He’d dealt with losing friends before. But this.. this was something that just killed him. Crushed him completely. The pain was indescribable. The image of your face in your final moments.

You had just been smiling, laughing, having fun. He’d just kissed you! He had just kissed you and now.. you were dead. You were dead and nothing was gonna bring you back. That was something that he had to live with and deal with for the rest of his life.

Cesar wrapped his arms around his heartbroken brother and hugged him. Hugged him close and didn’t let go. Oscar didn’t push him away. He leaned on his baby brother for support, hanging onto him as if his life depended it.

Memories of your times together over the years replayed. Your first kiss, your first time having sex, the first time you both said I love you. Waking up to your face in the mornings when you’d stay over. Memories of you two just laying in bed together and doing nothing, talking about the future. Your future.

Oscar was never gonna have that again. With anyone.

You were gone.

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Thrill of the Kill

Chapter 9

Masterpost

Ship: intrulogical

Pov: Logan

Tw: major character death, guns, shooting, yelling, mention of dead bodies, crying, kissing, all caps, panicking

Let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 1290

A/N: Unfortunately, this is the beginning of the end for “Thrill of the Kill”. This is part one of the two part ending that I plan to post later this week. Thank you all so much for liking, reblogging, commenting, and supporting me through this fic. This was my first fic series so far and I plan to make many many more! Again, thank you all so much for reading and I hope you enjoy!

I snapped the lock closed, dropping the chain it was attached to and securing the door. I turned around, facing the unsuspecting victims inside the lobby of the bank.

How naive.

I quickly found Remus who was standing in the back near the back wall, signaling that he had blocked off the secondary exits. I gave him a nod and we both advanced forward, raising our guns into the air and shooting into the ceiling. People started screaming, ducking for cover under anything they could find.

“EVERYBODY GET DOWN!!!” I heard Remus yell, aiming his gun at the people inside. I did the same, shooting a few who thought they could get away. We corralled the victims into the center of the bank, right underneath the glass dome sticking out of the roof. The early-morning sunlight streamed down from the glass, casting a golden light on the screaming people.

It was almost poetic.

I made my way over to Remus, keeping the tip of my gun pointed at the crowd.

“I’m going down to the vault,” I said, taking a step closer to Remus before I left. “Be careful, love.”

I grabbed the duffle bags and mapped out my route, going over my pre-made plan in my head. 

‘Go down the left corridor and down to the second hallway on the right. There should be a metal door with a keypad at the end of the hallway. Use the code R3G02 and it should bypass the security. Once through the door, walk ten paces and there should be a lever on the wall to the left with a card swiper. Use the stolen security card and flip the lever. A metal vault should open at the end of the hallway with detector lasers. Punch in 70M9N on the keypad next to the vault door to disable the lasers and the vault is open.’ 

I followed my steps precisely, correctly opening the vault without any alarms. I filled the duffle bags with money, almost busting the zipper on both bags. Satisfied with my task, I closed the vault, punching in the security code to return the security measurements.

I made my way back to the lobby, hearing a few shouts and gunshots. I quickened my pace, almost dropping the duffle bags in the process. I steadied my gun in front of me, ready to shoot. I burst out of the hallway to see Remus with wide eyes, slamming a phone down on one of the desks. He noticed me, turning to me and practically running over.

“What happened? How did we get caught?” I asked, voice rushed. I was beginning to get panicky, afraid my plan had failed.

“I don’t know! I was just watching over them, shootin’ a few, and they showed up!” Remus said. He was definitely panicking, his breathing coming fast and hard. If this was a better situation I would have made a Remus joke. I dropped the bags and held Remus, placing my hands on his shoulders.

“Deep breaths, okay?” I said, rubbing small circles into his shoulders with my thumbs. He did so, inhaling and exhaling deeply. I would have given him a kiss if I hadn't seen one of our hostages try to get up and escape.

I took a step to the right, aiming my gun and shooting the man in the back, his limp body falling to the floor. A few women screamed, covering their mouths as tears flowed down their cheeks.

Pathetic.

“Don’t try to escape,” I said to the crowd of terrified people. “Or you’ll be next.”

I looked over to the doors, seeing the police cars through the glass. I don’t know how they found us. I was precise with every move we made I don’t-

Oh.

Oh.

It was the fire. The Courthouse we blew up last month. That had to be it, it was the least planned out crime we had done in years. Remus was getting antsy so I quickly came up with a plan. It apparently backfired.

Am I going to go to jail? Are we going to go to jail? Will we be separated for countless years until we’re killed or die of old age? Are we going to get the death sentence?

Thousands of questions ran through my head, each one more bizarre than the last. I was spiraling, that much was clear. I managed to shake myself out of it, focusing instead on the flashing lights cast upon the bank wall. I took a deep breath, steadying myself. Am I going to let a couple clever detectives take me and my love down?

No way in hell.

I grabbed Remus by the arm, making it so we were facing each other.

“Wha-what's happening?” he questioned. Apparently the look on my face was serious because he straightened up. Not like that was possible in any way but he still tried.

“I’ve got a plan. Well, it’s the plan we’ve had all along. I think it’s time, Remus,” I said, letting go of his arm to cradle his face in my hand.

“But-! We can get out of this, I know we can!” he tried to argue. I shook my head.

“No, Re. We can’t. This is the end for us. It always has been and always will be. Are you willing to go through with it?” I asked, brushing away a tear that had escaped my love’s eye.

“Yeah, Lo. I think...I think I’m ready. Nothin like goin down in a blaze of glory, huh?” he said with a chuckle, wiping the rest of his tears away with his hand. I pulled his face forwards, crashing our lips together in a comforting kiss. It was soft and gentle, filled with the love oh so many people told us we never had. We pulled apart and looked back to the crowd. We took our stances, both aiming our guns at the terrified people.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Ready.”

At that we both pulled our triggers, opening fire on the hostages. There were screams as people tried to get away, only to be met with a bullet a second later. Once they were all dead, we walked over their bodies, making our way to the front door. I undid the lock, the chains falling to the ground with a clank.

Re pushed open the door, both of us momentarily blinded by the immense lights coming from in front of us. There were dozens of police cars, SUVs, S.W.A.T vehicles, TV vans, and even a helicopter in the sky shining a bright light down on us. There were several yells, most of them telling us to put our guns down. We didn't listen. We kept our guns raised, pointing them at a few officers just to get a rise out of them. There were a few more yells telling us that if we moved we would be shot on sight.

I looked to Remus as he did the same, both of us taking a step closer to one another. We kept our guns pointed at the officers but our eyes on each other, closing the distance between us in no time. We collided in a passion-filled kiss just as we both pulled our triggers, opening fire onto the crowd of police. We heard their gunshots of retaliation, a few bullets grazing our skin. We didn’t care though, the only thing mattering in that moment was each other. We deepened the kiss as the flock of bullets got heavier, hitting us in the arms, legs, and torsos. With our last breath we pulled apart, whispering our last words to one another that is known to only us.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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