#i got to hold brett’s hand i can’t get over it

[no-distance-left-to-run]

Suede were amazing last night (Electric Brixton, 17 December)

[fanfictionalraven]

Sleep Without You

Title: Sleep Without You

Song Inspiration: Sleep Without You by Brett Young

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen, Mary, Jody, Donna, Charlie

Word Count: 2,082

Warnings: Reader gets drunk, fluff

Author’s Note: This story is not canon compliant because I prefer my characters alive and happy.

“Do not make us come in there and take her, Dean,” Jody says through your bedroom door. You throw your head back and laugh from where you’re standing over the bathroom sink. Dean rolls his eyes from where he’d been watching you get ready. He walks over to the door and pulls it open with a dramatic huff.

“I’m not holding her hostage,” he tells the small group of women he finds waiting. Jody looks past him and you stick your head out of the bathroom.

“I’m almost ready. Sorry,” you apologize. Donna looks between the two of you suspiciously.

“There was definitely some hanky-panky going on here,” she says. Dean rolls his eyes again and walks back over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge. You laugh but blush despite yourself. She wasn’t wrong. The second Dean had seen you in the little red dress, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

“Honestly, I’ll meet you at the car in five minutes,” you tell them. Eileen laughs and nudges the two other women down the hall, sending a wink back at you before she disappears herself. You quickly slip into a strappy pair of matching red heels and can feel Dean’s eyes still on you. “Stop.”

“I’m not doing anything!!” He says, defensively.

“No, but you’re thinking about it,” you laugh. Standing to your full height, you hold your arms out and turn in a slow circle. “Alright. How do I look?”

“Too damn good,” he compliments. You smile as you step over to him, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “Don’t get to see you all dolled up like this too often. Without it being for a case at least.”

“I know. This is actually so…normal,” you say, shaking your head slightly. “A bachelorette party.”

“Can’t believe they’re actually getting married,” Dean muses.

“Little Sammy’s all grown up,” you tease, giving his shoulders a squeeze.

“Mmmm,” he hums. “Least this time he got my blessing.” You laugh and shake your head. “You should go before the search party comes back.” Leaning down, you give him a quick kiss.

“Don’t wait up,” you tell him. He laughs lightly and gives your hips a gentle squeeze.

“Don’t party too hard,” he says. You can’t help but laugh again.

“The party consists of the bride-to-be, myself, your mother, two officers of the law who might as well be your mother and your aunt, and a lesbian. I make no promises,” you say as you run a hand through his hair. He gives you a smile and shakes his head.

“Sammy and I will work on the bail money,” he jokes.

“Much appreciated,” you laugh and take a step back for him to stand. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you tenderly. The two of you stand there for a moment, enjoying each other’s presence.

“Y/N!” Mary calls your name as she comes down the hallway.

“Whoops! They sent the big guns this time,” you say, stepping away from Dean. He laughs as he follows you to the door and leans against the frame, crossing his arms.

“Be careful. Have fun,” he says as Mary takes you by the elbow. You wink back at Dean and give him a wave as you stumble along behind his mother.

***

“Don’t wait up.”

Those had been your instructions to Dean. He had tried to follow them. He knew you all would be out late so he made a valiant effort to turn in for the night around 12:30. The scent of your shampoo on the pillow next to him was too much to bear.

At 12:35, he made his way back to the library and poured himself a glass of whiskey. Sitting back in one of the chairs, he pulls his phone out and smiles at the picture of you grinning back at him.

At 12:40, Sam wanders back into the library. He pauses when he sees his older brother. Dean looks up at him and chuckles.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” He asks. Sam shakes his head as he walks over and sits across from Dean who pours a second glass. “What was it for you?” Sam swirls the glass slowly and cuts his eyes up at his brother.

“She usually plays with my hair while I go to sleep,” he admits, a bit embarrassed. Dean smiles and shakes his head, taking a drink. “You?”

“Pillow smelled too damn much like her,” he says, as though it were completely obvious. Now it’s Sam’s turn to shake his head.

“What happened to us?” He laughs. Dean shrugs, glancing back at his phone screen. “I mean…I’m getting married in a couple weeks. What?”

“Nah. I always saw that for you,” Dean says, looking at his younger brother. Sam gives him a skeptical look. Dean shrugs in response. “Hoped for it at least. You deserve it.”

“Just not with Becky?” Sam asks, trying not to smile.

“Eileen is a much better choice. Hands down,” Dean laughs. Sam laughs as well.

The two brothers sit in silence for a little while, each taking sips from their respective glasses. Sam watches his brother pour himself another glass before finally speaking again.

“You deserve it too, ya know,” Sam says simply. Dean looks at him curiously. “Your relationship with Y/N. Being happy and…and loved.”

“I haven’t done a thing to deserve Y/N loving me the way she does,” he says. Sam frowns but Dean gives him a smile. “And yet she keeps on doing it anyways.”

“I understand that,” Sam agrees, raising his glass slightly. Another silent moment passes as Sam gathers the courage to ask his next question. “Have you thought about it?”

“Thought about what?” Dean asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Marriage,” Sam says, making some elaborate, grand gesture with his hands. Dean laughs at Sam’s awkwardness and looks into his glass again.

“I was about ready to ask Mom for her ring but, ugh…someone beat me to it,” he says, smiling at Sam now. Sam’s eyes widen quickly.

“Oh!! Dean, I’m sorry,” he rattles off quickly. Dean laughs and holds a hand up.

“It’s fine. You got to it first, fair and square,” he says, standing and walking across the library. He stops at a lockbox sitting on one of the shelves and quickly puts in a combination. Sam watches his brother, curiously, as Dean removes something from the box. “Had to hustle a hell of a lot of pool but…” He walks back to his seat and holds up a simple but beautiful diamond ring. Sam stares it for a moment before looking at his brother, wide eyed.

“How long have you had that?” He asks. Dean shrugs, examining the ring between his fingers.

“Bought it about two weeks after you asked Eileen,” Dean recounts. “I’d been thinking about it for a while. Almost asked Mom, like I said. I just wasn’t sure if Y/N would go for it. What we have now is one thing. Marriage is whole other one. Then when you asked Eileen…I could see it in her eyes.”

“That was months ago. Why haven’t you asked her yet?” Sam questions.

“Didn’t wanna feel like I was just copying you or trying to steal anyone’s thunder,” Dean explains, going back to the box. “I’ll give it a little time. Let you and Eileen have your moment. Then I’ll ask.”

“Neither of us would care. We’d be thrilled for you both,” Sam tells him. Dean smiles and shrugs, putting the ring away again. He closes the box and relocks it.

“I’ve waited this long. A few more weeks won’t hurt,” Dean says. Sam smiles a little and nods as Dean comes back to his seat. Dean stretches and looks at his phone again. “Now, the real question…is when are you two gonna make me an uncle?” Sam sputters on his drink, quickly setting the glass down. Dean roars with laughter as the door to the war room opens up.

“Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play…and the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate…but I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake…shake it off, shake it off…” You, Eileen, and Charlie all come in singing together, arms around each other. You all three stumble through a few very uncoordinated hip shimmies.

“Dear God. They are wasted,” Dean laughs. Mary runs around in front of your small choir and heads you off at the stairs.

“A little help?” She calls down to her sons. The two brothers get up quickly and make their way up the stairs. Sam wraps an arm around Eileen’s waist and starts to help her down the stairs as she giggles. Mary assists Charlie who grips the handrail as the room starts to spin on her. You cross your arms as Dean comes over to you.

“I told you not to wait up,” you scold him. He laughs and shakes his head, hands coming to rest on your hips.

“I tried, promise. Turns out I just can’t sleep without my girl,” he says, pulling you closer quickly. You let out a squeal as you stumble and fall into him. Before you have a second to process what’s happening, Dean scoops you up into his arms and starts to carry you down the stairs.

“I could have walked,” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his neck. He rolls his eyes at your protest.

“You wouldn’t have made it two steps,” he teases. “I’ll put you down if you want.”

“No!!” You exclaim, tightening your arms slightly. He laughs and nods.

“That’s what I thought.”

“These three,” Mary says, pointing between all three of you. “Are not allowed to go out drinking again.”

“Herding cats?” Sam asks. Mary scoffs a laugh.

“Cats would have been easier,” she says. Dean looks down at you and smirks.

“Did you not behave for Mom?” He asks. Your shoulders bob up and down as you smile at him coyly.

“Why? You gonna punish me?” You ask with a wink.

“Oh my God,” Mary mutters, quickly leading a still dizzy Charlie towards the hall. Dean laughs wildly as he goes to follow.

“You’re gonna be so hungover tomorrow,” he says. He glances back at Sam and finds Eileen gently running her fingers through his hair. “Sleep tight, little brother.” Sam looks up at him and smiles.

“You too.”

Dean carries you down to your bedroom and tosses you on to the bed, eliciting another squeal from you. You kick off your heels as he goes through the dresser, finding one of his old t-shirts you’d claimed ages ago. He helps you change out of your dress and into the shirt with ease. You fall back onto the bed with a huff and close your eyes.

“Hold on,” Dean says, going into the bathroom. He comes back out a second later with a makeup wipe and sits next to you on the bed. You giggle as he gently and carefully wipes your makeup away. “What’s so funny?”

“Big, bad, monster-killing, Dean Winchester is taking my makeup off for me,” you tease. He rolls his eyes.

“You’d be pissed in the morning if you woke up with all this still on,” he says. He takes extra care around your eyes before finally finishing. “There.” He tosses the wipe into a nearby trash can.

Dean lays down on the bed next to you and you immediately roll over to face him, moving into his side. He lays an arm across your waist, pulling you even closer. Kissing your hair, he breathes in your scent and sighs. You giggle again.

“What now?” He asks.

“You love me,” you say. Dean laughs softly and nods, pushing your hair from your face.

“Yea, I do,” he agrees. You break into a wide grin as you close your eyes. “In fact, I’m gonna marry you, Y/N.” You giggle again and nod.

“I get to be the bachelorette next time,” you say. He laughs again and kisses your forehead.

“Mom’s gonna be thrilled.”

The next morning, Dean has aspirin and water ready by the bed for you when you wake up. You remember nothing from the majority of the night before, especially anything from when you all returned to the bunker. But when you catch the bouquet at Sam and Eileen’s wedding and see the look on Dean’s face, a fragment of a conversation comes back to you.

I’m gonna marry you, Y/N.

***

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[sevcasejay1chicago]

Hi! Would you please write one with Matt/Kelly/Jay x reader where the reader is walking home or something and gets attacked. Roughed up a bit maybe a concussion and like a dislocated shoulder... but she manages to get away before anything too bad happens and just runs on instinct to 51. Kelly and Matt all worried and trying to comfort her but she’s in shock. Sylvie and Violet take care of her and take her to med. Jay meets them there. Maybe with worried brother-in-law Will and a Connor appearance?

Messed with the wrong one- Matt, Kelly, and Jay

Warnings: attack briefly described, vomiting, possibly wrong medical jargon

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You have always been decently independent, which is something that your boys love and hate at the same time. You enjoy doing the grocery shopping and often find yourself walking the short distance to the small neighborhood market around the corner from your shared home. Today was no different.

It was late in the afternoon. The sun was just starting to set and you were happily enjoying watching the beautiful colors change in the sky. Jay was still at work, you having been able to leave early since you finished your paper work, but Jay still had a few files left to tidy up. Your errands could have waited, but you had the time now. So, while Matt, Kelly, and Jay were all still at work, you planned on getting a head start on dinner.

You were two blocks from the market when you felt four hands grab you and drag you into a nearby ally. All your training kicked in and you fought back as hard as you could. All you could think about was getting home to your boys. You kicked and punched, having to drag yourself off the ground twice. The second time you found yourself on the ground, your head also found purchase on a brick wall. You quickly shook it off and stood, laying one guy out and dodging the other, bolting down the ally and running as fast as you could. You didn’t dare look back.

Next thing you know, you are running through the bay doors of 51 and Kelly is snatching you up in his arms. You are violently shaking, blood tricking down your neck and face. You don’t respond when Kelly talks to you, given the fact that you can’t hear him over the ringing in your ears. You notice blurred figures run past you and out of the bay doors, others running out of the firehouse to see what the commotion is all about. Matt comes to your side, but you flinch and scream when he touches you.

“Shhh. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s just Matt.” Kelly whispers, rocking you back and forth in his arms. He isn’t sure you hear him, but you relax as you bury your face into his neck and breath in his familiar scent.

Matt doesn’t attempt to touch you again. Not yet anyways, but he thinks he understands why you screamed now. Your left arm is cradled between you and Kelly protectively, leading Matt to believe that your hurt. “Kelly. She’s hurt pretty bad.” Matt whispers, walking around you slowly to examine you with only his eyes.

Kelly nods. “I know. I know baby. Let’s sit down, yeah?” Kelly says, acknowledging Matt and guiding you to sit in his chair at the squad table.

Brett and Violet are standing at the ambo with the doors open. They are both assessing you from afar until Matt and Kelly can get you focused or give them permission to approach. Brett can tell you are slipping into shock, but she doesn’t want to make things worse, so she waits.

It doesn’t take long after Kelly gets you sitting down. His hands pushing your shoulders to lower you down has you screaming in pain. Matt steps aside and waves the medics over, allowing Kelly to keep a hold on you since he got to you first.

“Y/n? It’s Sylvie Brett. Can you hear me?” Brett asks, crouching down to find your tear filled eyes. When you nod, Brett smiles warmly at you. “Good. Good. Can you tell me what hurts?” Brett asks, not yet laying a hand on you.

You gently run your right hand over your collar bone and then touch the back of your head. When your hand comes away with blood, you start shaking harder and hyperventilating. You didn’t feel that.

“Hey. Hey. Baby. It’s okay.” Kelly soothes, taking your hands in his. He carefully wipes them off with a towel that Violet offers as Brett stands to examine your head wound.

“Pretty deep.” Brett comments. At this point, you have lost most of the color in your face and are sweating pretty heavily. Brett can tell, without checking your vitals, that the shock is fully setting in. “Kelly. Get her loaded up. Violet, run inside and tell Boden what’s going on then drive us to med. Matt, call med and have them set up a trauma room and have x ray and CT ready upon arrival.” Brett instructs, putting her feelings as your friend aside to get you help quickly.

Everyone jumps to their tasks. Kelly scoops you up and apologizes as you cry out in pain from the movement. Brett gets in the ambo and immediately pulls out some pain killers and an Iv tray for you. She hands Kelly a towel to keep pressure on your head wound as she hooks you up. You barely flinch as the Iv is stuck in your hand, but begin to calm slightly as the meds take over.

When you stop whimpering, Brett moves to check your chest. “Y/n. I gotta look, okay? No pressing. I promise. Just gotta make sure that everything is still relatively where it’s suppose to be.” Brett said, not wanting to scare you with the fact that your bone could potentially be out of your skin or at an alarming angle or something.

You nodded, leaning your head further into Kelly’s hold as Matt finally jumped in and the ambo began moving. You groaned as the movement caused nausea to spike as your head swam. “Mmmm.” You ground out, trying to breath through the nausea.

“What’s wrong hunny?” Brett asked, pulling back from looking at your collarbone, which seemed to be in place, to look at your face. You had gone pale once again, your face scrunched up as you shakily brought a hand to your mouth. “Okay. Hang on.” Brett said, pushing Kelly forward to lean over and grab a sick bag for you. Matt immediately took it and held it under your chin so that Brett could keep examining you.

“M-Matt.” You gasped, clutching onto his wrist when he came into view. It was like you were just processing that he was even around at all.

“Shhhh. I’m here baby. Kelly and I are here.” Matt soothed, using his free hand to wipe tears from your face. “We are almost to med. We gotcha now.” Matt murmured, hating to see the pain and fear in your eyes. He wanted nothing more than to find whoever did this to you and lay into them, but you were his first priority.

Matt’s thought process was cut short when you heaved, flying forward with a scream of pain at the end of it. Kelly stood, holding your forehead in one hand and the cloth to the back of your head with his other hand. Matt held the bag around your mouth, holding one of Kelly’s arms to stop from trying to steady you or put his hand in the wrong place and hurt you more instead o comforting you.

“Brett. You gotta do something.” Kelly said, trying not to burst into tears as you threw up, screaming when you had enough air. You were shaking violently again, the pain and the vomiting causing your body to go into overdrive.

“Kelly. I can’t. We are two minutes out. I gave her enough to take the edge off, but they gotta assess her before she gets anything else on board.” Brett tried to reason, wiping tears from her own face as she attached wires to you to check your vitals. “I’m so sorry Y/n. I’m so sorry. We are getting you to med.” Brett whispered, her heart aching as she watched her friend get sick and scream while her other friends desperately tried to help.

As soon as the ambo got to Med, Conner Rhoads, Maggie, and your brother in law, Will Halstead, were pulling open the doors. Will stood slightly away, knowing he couldn’t treat you, but he also couldn’t leave you and the boys until Jay got there. Luckily, Jay had been notified by Will when he found out, so he knew his brother would be there soon.

“What do we got?” Conner asked, helping Brett get the stretcher out of the ambo as Kelly kept up, one hand still holding the cloth to your head while the other held the bag Matt had to secure it under your chin as you gagged.

“Deep head lac and suspected broken collar bone. The vomiting started about 4 minutes ago. GCS 6, 140/97, pulse 120, O2 95 on room air.” Brett spout out. “Iv in the field. Left hand. Administered 5 of Morphine to take the edge off.” Brett said, getting your sheets in her hands.

“Okay.” Conner said, “On my count. 1, 2, 3.” Conner counted, then helped transfer you onto the hospital bed. You screamed out again as they moved you, then proceeded to pass out. “She’s out. Elevate her feet. Tip the bed.” Conner instructed, following your head down as you were moved. He checked your pupils and palpitated your collarbone while you were out. “I can feel some inflammation around her collar bone on the left side. Most likely broken, but still in place. She also has a minor concussion. I’m gonna have them do an xray and CT just to make sure on both.” Conner said, standing and looking at the monitor. “Maggie, put her on 5ML of oxygen. Her stats are dropping some. Probably from the pain. Let’s go ahead with another 15 of morphine and some Zofran too.” Conner said, typing it all up pretty quickly.

You began to stir as Kelly pushed some fly away back. Conner was quick to get to you, repositioning the bed to a more comfortable position and checked your head lac. Your eyes fluttered open just as Conner was stepping back.

“Welcome back.” Connor said with a smile. “Your gonna be okay. We need to run some tests, but I think that you’ll only need a few stitches and all you’ll need is a sling to stabilize that arm while your collar bone heals.” Conner supplied, smiling as he heard Matt, Kelly, and Will sigh in relief.

You nodded, then winced. “Hurts.” You whispered, throat raw from throwing up.

Conner nodded and moved aside for Maggie. “Mags is gonna give you more morphine and some Zofran. Sound good?” Conner asked, searching your face for confirmation. When you you gave a shaky thumbs up, he smiled. “Good, I’ll check back in a bit.” Just as Conner was leaving, Jay skidded to a stop as he came barreling through the door, almost hitting Conner in his haste to get to you.

“Baby girl.” Jay breathed, patting Conner on the shoulder and going around him to get to you. He was sweating, eyes wild as he searched your body for injuries, hands and bottom lip shaking.

“J-Jay.” You immediately sobbed out. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You wailed, covering your face with your right hand.

Jay shook his head as he laid a hand on your leg. “Shhh. No baby. No. It’s okay. It’s not your fault sweet girl.” Jay soothed, rubbing your leg over the blanket. “We got them. Voight and Antonio have them. Your safe.” Jay soothed, smiling sadly at you.

“She was so smart and so brave. She ran straight into the bay doors of the fire house.” Kelly praised, kissing your forehead.

“You know your always safe with us.” Matt said, rubbing one of your feet over the blanket.

“I-I didn’t even think. I j-just ran.” You sniffed, wiping your face with the back of your arm. “I just thought a-about you guys. I-I needed to get h-home to you guys.” You murmured, tears streaking down your face again as the horrors of the event began to creep into your head.

“You’ll be home tonight sweet girl. Until then, we are here.” Jay soothed, moving forward as Maggie walked out, kissing your forehead gently. “You did so good Angel.”

“I’m home here with you guys. Wherever you are is home.” You whispered, finally relaxing as the drugs numbed the pain and the nausea. You were exhausted and you knew your boys would keep you safe, so you allowed your eyes to slip closed.

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In Case You Didn’t Know

ft Jamie Drysdale

a/n just a quick little blurb bc it’s all i’ve been thinking about lately and i wanted to start writing again

pairing: trevor zegras x reader

warnings: just kissing and pure fluff

summary: in which Trevor won’t let Jamie sing in the house, so y/n comes up with her own plan

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“Trevor Zegras!” you yelled at your boyfriend as you shut the door this his place.

Trevor— who previously wore a shit eating grin, halted in his tracks to quickly mentally assess what he could’ve done wrong.

Nothing. He thought of nothing.

“Yes, my love?” Trevor asked warily.

“Jamie finally got the chorus down to the song he’s been working endlessly hard on, and you still won’t let him sing in the house?!”

Trevor’s tension left his body when he realized you weren’t angry angry at him, “He’s not a good singer, Y/N!”

Trevor walked up to you and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you in for a kiss. He thought your glare was precious, but only because it wasn’t from true rage. Now that glare? That glare was terrifying. You placed a hand on his chest to stop him from kissing you, and it was his turn to glare.

“Really?”

“I want to hear it!”

“He can play it all he wants, he’s just not a good singer!” Trevor laughed.

You rolled your eyes and yanked him back in by his shirt to kiss him quick. Trevor stumbled forward when you pulled away fast and left his grasp.

“Jamie!” you screamed for the other member of the house. Jamie came bouncing down the stairs, “Yes, dear?”

You and Trevor rolled your eyes playfully at the pet name. To Trevor, you were “my love.” To Jamie, you were “dear.” It started out as a joke when you and Trevor first got together, and it has evolved so much that you swatted at Trevor the first time he called you dear telling him it’s because “that’s Jamie’s nickname for me!”

“I wanna hear your song!”

Jamie smiled, “Really?!”

“Of course you big dork,” you laughed.

“No singing!” Trevor called out.

“Sit down and hush baby, just trust me on this,” you instructed.

Both Trevor and Jamie gave you inquisitive looks. You just said that Jamie wouldn’t be singing and asked if he was going to play the chorus, or start from the beginning of the song.

Jamie began strumming the opening verse to “In Case You Didn’t Know” by Brett Young. You smiled fondly at him, and at Trevor when you realized he was also softly smiling at his best friend finally feeling confident at player, then opened your mouth to sing.

“I can’t count the times, I almost said what’s on my mind, but I didn’t,” you sang quietly, semi adjusting your pitch to the key Jamie was playing in.

Trevor’s jaw dropped slightly and his eyes grew twice their size. Jamie stumbled in his picking to look at you, equally as wide eye.

“You can—“ Jamie stuttered out.

“Keep going!” you brushed off his comment.

Jamie told you he’s going to start over and began playing from the top. You finally found the right key to sing in to match well with Jamie’s playing at the chorus. “In case you didn’t know, baby I’m crazy ‘bout you. And I would be lyin’ if I said that I could live this life without you. Even though, I don’t tell you all the time. You had my heart a long, long time ago. In case you didn’t know.”

Trevor was looking at you so dumbstruck— you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You were great, Jamie!” you said while still laughing at Trevor.

“I was— I was great?! You were great! Did you know you could sing?!”

“I had an inkling of an idea,” you blushed.

“She had a… Trevor! Did you hear her?!”

Trevor used his arms to hold himself up as he inched his way across the couch cushions to get to your place on the ottoman, “That twang…”

“You’ve heard my southern accent come out before!”

“Yeah, but never like that! God you… Wow!”

“Oh yeah?” you smirked, heavily enjoying your boyfriend oogling over you.

“That pretty little mouth of yours does so many amazing things,” Trevor said breathlessly. He cupped your cheeks and slowly brought you into a slow kiss.

“Oh god, yuck!” Jamie groaned. “We were bonding! And then you became a pervert!”

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Crave [18+]

Warnings: Blood, dark content, toxic relationship, smut, spit, dumbification, Geto really is his own warning here

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader

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Word Count: 2K

A/N: Y’all I’ve been holding onto this since like December, waiting for S2 of JJK to start, and here we are. I am not lying when I say I was possessed by something when I wrote this. Big thanks to @offendedfishnoises and in the words of @akazaapologist “Brett really said Suguru fucks nasty”

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Leaning over the sink, you washed the blood off your hands watching as the red liquid swirled down the drain. Things didn’t go as you expected, but then again did they ever?

The dim lighting of the cheap, run down motel room didn’t do much in the way of visibility but you were used to it. Holing up here together for a few days, you slowly got used to it. The space was cramped but you were comfortable. 

What you weren’t used to, was the man standing only a few feet away from you with his gaze zeroed in on your back. Trying your hardest, you pushed the thoughts of him to the back of your mind; there were more important things to do, like finding a way to get away with murder.

Looking down, you saw the blood on your shirt and let out a sigh. That was another cute shirt ruined. Once your hands were clean, you reached to lift the bottom of your shirt before you felt a pair of hands take your waist.

Jumping in surprise, you turned to see Geto invading your space. His hair was down already, framing his face perfectly and his shirt halfway unbuttoned. 

“G–Geto, I need to–” 

“No need for the formalities sweetheart,” he grinned. 

“Suguru–” his name barely left your lips before he pulled you closer. Watching his name fall from your lips as they sounded each syllable had him ready to make you scream it for hours on end.

You watched as his massive frame caged you in against the wall, dark eyes tracing every movement you made. Before you could even think, you felt a pair of lips on your neck, pulling soft sounds from you. "You have any fucking idea how much I crave you?" His voice rumbled against your throat, making your knees weak.

Supporting your weight with his thigh between your legs, you couldn’t resist the urge to grind your hips against it as he made quick work of ridding you of your shirt. Tossing it behind him, Suguru grinned against the skin of your throat before pulling you along to the musty old bed, the mattress creaking as he almost threw you on it in desperation. 

Barely able to catch your breath, Suguru was on top pinning you down to the mattress as he claimed your lips with his, a low groan rumbling in his chest that had you shivering in place. 

Holding your hands beside your head, Suguru slotted himself between your legs with his hips rutting against yours at a slow rhythmic pace that had you moving in his hold trying to get more. 

Breaking the kiss, Suguru looked down at you and your flustered expression. Lips swollen and kiss-bitten, eyes glossy and the cutest pout he’s seen. With a wink, Suguru took off your pants before moving lower. 

“This pussy so good,” he hummed as he teasingly slid your panties down your thighs. “Can’t wait to eat every last bit of cum I can,” 

Suguru’s filthy words made you squeak in response. No matter how many times he said something like this, you weren’t used to it feeling your face heat up each time. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Suguru throwing your thighs over his shoulders as he got right down to business and licked several long stripes through your folds effectively taking your breath away. 

Hands flying to his hair, you couldn’t help but pull him closer. Arching into his touch, you couldn’t fight the pleas begging him to keep going. 

“S–Sugu–!” You felt him moan, the sound rumbling against your aching core as he peaked up at you with a dangerous look in his eyes. If you didn’t know better, you’d say Suguru did this for your pleasure. 

But you did know better; Suguru ate pussy for his pleasure, not yours. There was nothing more he wanted than to have his face buried between your thighs at all times; in bed, in the car, hell even at the table. 

Suguru loved the taste of you on his tongue, especially after he’d spent hours fucking you sensless so your cum was streaked with his. The way your thighs would tense around his head, keeping him in place as you pulled his hair drove him further. 

There was nothing he loved more than having you unravel beneath him, reduced to nothing but a whimpering cum-covered mess. And that was exactly what he was going to do. 

Your moans turned into cries, as he brought you closer to your climax almost begging him to let you cum. The way his hands gripped your thighs were sure to leave prints, as he devoured your sweet cunt. 

Barely able to make out the mumbled words over your moans, you heard him say “Mine, all mine.” over and over as his tongue worked you into a state of pure bliss, cumming all over his face. 

The lewd sounds of him slurping up your juices, with the occasional creak of the bed filled the room before he sat up and brushed his hair back with one hand while the other spread your lips to give him a view of his good work. 

“Look at my baby, all worked up with that look on her face.” he hummed, “You’d think I just spent hours fucking you repeatedly.” 

You watched as he removed his fingers from your pussy, and started to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way with your desire leaving stains on the fabric. Suguru knew how to rile you up, and with the way he was looking at you while he undressed had you squirming. 

“Sugu–” you whined, eyes darting down to the v-shaped muscle of his hips where his pants were unbuttoned and his bulge pressing though. 

“Need you, need you in me–” 

There was a deep rumbling sound you knew to be his laughter, clearly amused at the sight of you eyeing him over begging to be filled with his cock. 

Shoving his pants down to his knees, you could see the outline of his cock through his boxers with a wet patch forming. The sight made your mouth water, you needed his cock and you didn’t care where he shoved it. All you knew was that you needed it in you, and you needed it now. 

Using his thighs to keep yours apart, Suguru leaned over you with his hair falling over his face. Having him this close, you could see streaks of your cum coating his mouth and chin, along with a streak of blood over his forehead. You knew he was a messy eater, but this was a different level of messy. 

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he hummed, pressing his hips against yours making you gasp softly at the contact. 

Opening your mouth to speak, you didn’t get a word out before Suguru pressed his thumb to your tongue with a malicious grin on his face. “Of course you do, why else would you beg for me to fuck you?” 

Moving closer, he pressed his lips to the crook of your neck keeping your mouth open continuing to move his hips against yours. Suguru thrived off the pitiful moans you made, wriggling under his body as he pressed you deeper into the mattress. 

“Look at the way you’re drooling all over my thumb,” slapping your ass with his free hand before moving it up your body to your throat. Pressing your tongue harder, Suguru watched your eyes go wide as he tightened his grip around your throat cutting off your airflow just enough to make your mind go fuzzy. 

“So pretty like this, and all mine.” Removing his thumb from your mouth, Suguru pressed his lips to yours. 

His kiss was intoxicating, pulling every ounce of breath from your lungs as his hips continued to roll against yours, teasing you with the length of his clothed cock. Suguru was dangerous, you knew he was the second you met him. But it wasn’t the murder or the crimes he committed that made him dangerous; it was the way he had you drunk on nothing but his kiss making you pliable in any way he wanted.

The way he kissed you was messy. Messy, nasty and so fucking addicting with how his teeth clashed against yours, spitting in your mouth as he sucked on your tongue claiming you as his in every way he knew how. 

Suguru Geto was toxic, dangerous and it only made you want him more. 

With your fingers tangled in his hair, Suguru only grinned as he slowly removed his boxers, sighing in relief as his cock sprang free bouncing off your hips. 

“Feel what you do to me, huh sweetheart?” he groaned. “Feel how hard you make me with your sweet cunt and pretty little mouth?” 

Whines were the only thing to leave your lips, feeling the swollen tip of his cock stroke through your folds as he teased you mercilessly with the very thought of having inside you, splitting you in half with the sheer size of it. 

“Sugu–Sugu, please–” you nibbled on his lips, tugging on his hair with your thighs pushed up to give him better access. “–hurts how much I need you–” 

A high pitched squeal was pulled from you as Suguru pulled his hips back just enough to rub the head of his cock against your opening, coating it in your sweet nectar. The smell of sex was in the air, as you gasped for breath feeling him bully his fat cock in you slowly thrusting until he was buried to the hilt.

His moans mixed with yours, his breath fanning over your face as he continued his pace keeping his grip on your throat accompanied with the sound of the bed creaking and thudding into the wall with each thrust of his hips. 

“I wanna hear–fuck–wanna hear you say it.” he grunted. “Say you’re mine,” 

“Yours–all yours–” 

Granting you with another kiss, Suguru grinned as he picked up the pace moaning against your lips feeling your nails dig into his back. “That’s my girl, let me hear how good my cock feels stretching that tight little pussy of yours.” 

Your moans picked up, matching the pace of his hips as you clawed down his back crying his name; begging him to keep going. Nothing in your life had ever felt this good, not even when you were drunk trying to forget the horrors you’ve committed. Suguru knew how to make you forget, almost like he was trying to forget himself. 

Hearing his breaths speed up, you knew he was close and from the way you were clinging to him Suguru knew you were too. 

“Come on baby, cum on my cock and let me fill you; stuff you full with mine.” He panted, “Let me mark you as mine, all fucking mine.” 

Nodding your head, you arched into his chest drawing blood from his back as he brought you closer to your climax. 

“You’re mine,” he growled. “If anyone even thinks about touching you, I’ll rip them apart.” 

Listening to his words made you desperate, you’d be lying if you said Suguru’s possessiveness wasn’t hot, or the way he had to be the only one allowed to touch you made you feel things you never have before. 

“Sugu–fuck!” you felt your body shake from the force of your orgasm, panting heavily as he thrusted his hips a few more times before filling you with his hot seed, moaning against the skin of your throat. 

“So fucking good for me baby,” he hummed. “Pussy so fucking good, lips so good–fuck it’s like you were made to take my cock.” 

Your hands were in his hair now, threading it through your fingers as the two of you laid there letting the atmosphere settle around you. Suguru wasn’t a man to say what he was feeling, but the way he pressed soft kisses to the base of your throat as he held you close told you all you needed to know. 

He cared, in his own fucked up way, Suguru cared and that’s what mattered. 

“How about we shower?” you hummed, looking down at him. 

Glancing up at you with those beautifully haunting eyes of his, you could see the smile behind them. “Sounds like a plan sweetheart,”

Taglist: @offendedfishnoises @akazaapologist @pinksthetics @hex-the-rabbit @nanaoise08squad @loafingdragon @awalkingshame @strawberrystepmom (girl you get a tag because I know you’d love it) @meowzfordayz @shinox 

[kupwrites]

Desperation

Brett Talbot x Male!Reader

TW: Bottom Brett, Top Reader, thigh grinding, begging, unprotected sex, use of pet names, and praising

Brett had been wanting Y/N forever, or at least it felt like forever.

Brett had been wanting Y/N forever, or at least it felt like forever.

The said male was just so fucking attractive and Brett wanted nothing more than to kiss and lick all over his body. Brett wanted fuck him everywhere and any position possible.

Brett wanted this so badly he was surprised that when he finally got the chance, it was Y/N who took charge.

But Brett was desperate for Y/N’s touch that he didn’t even care.

“Come on baby boy,” Y/N with a teasing tone. “You can do better than that.”

He worked Brett opened with his fingers as Brett ground down against his thigh and fingers, whining.

“More please,” Brett begged, holding tightly onto Y/N’s biceps.

“Say it like you mean it,” Y/N said, kissing up and down Brett’s neck.

Brett moaned as Y/N gently twisted his nipple. He was naked while Y/N was still fully clothed.

“Y/N, please,” Brett voice was breathy with lust. “Please, I need more.”

“So close, but you have to be specific,” Y/N had also wanted this for a while. “What exactly do you want?”

Y/N licked the shell of Brett’s ear and then lightly nipped at his earlobe.

“Ah! Please just fuck me already,” Brett exclaimed.

Y/N quickly switched their position, Brett on his back and Y/N looming above him.

Y/N took his shirt off and threw it to the side, Brett reached up to rub his over Y/N’s torso. Y/N allowed Brett to do so as he started unbuttoning his pants, he quickly discarded those and his boxers.

Y/N leaned down and caged Brett’s head with his arms.

“Who knew Brett Talbot, famous fuck boy, could be so fucking desperate,” Y/N spoke directly into Brett’s ear. “It’s adorable.”

Y/N ground their cocks together causing Brett to moan before he could respond.

Brett tangled his hands in Y/N’s hair and tugged lightly, “Please just hurry up!”

Y/N chuckled, “Okay, baby.”

He used one hand to line himself up with Brett’s entrance as he slowly slid inside.

Both boys moaned in pleasure at the feeling.

Y/N moved slowly to make sure he didn’t hurt Brett, though it was clear that Brett was deep in pleasure.

Once Y/N bottomed out he paused his movements. Y/N gripped Brett’s hip and waited for him to adjust.

“You’re so perfect, doll,” Y/N muttered against Brett’s neck, licking at it.

Brett tugged at Y/N’s hair again, “God, just move already!”

“Sure thing,” Y/N smirked.

He, almost completely pulled out and then slammed back in, moaning.

Brett let out a shout of pleasure.

Y/N fucked Brett at a brutal pace that had him curling his toes and arching his back.

“Fuck- more, please,” Brett continually begged.

Y/N was happy to comply, absorbed in the feeling of Brett’s tight walls clenching around his cock.

It didn’t take long for Brett to feel a climax approaching.

“So close,” He whined. “Don’t stop!”

“Wouldn’t dream of, baby boy,” Y/N responded, he could also feel his climax coming near. “Holy fuck, I can’t wait to fill you up with my cum.”

Brett’s cock twitched at Y/N’s words.

A couple more thrusts, hitting Brett’s prostate dead on and he was coming, hard. He was covering their chests in white ropes.

Y/N was quick to finish moments later, shooting his load into Brett’s ass.

Brett hummed at the feeling.

“You’re so good for me,” Y/N said, softly,

Brett smiled up at Y/N, who smiled back.

“Please tell me this will happen again?” Brett asked.

Y/N laughed and pecked Brett’s lips, “Obviously.”

Y/N then collapsed on top of Brett, nosing against Brett’s neck.

“Good,” Brett said, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s shoulder.

“Maybe then you’ll get to fuck me,” Y/N added.

Brett grinned, “Oh I’d love to.”

Both boys laughed this time.

[themultifandomgal]

Amazing! Please may I request one for Will Halstead where the reader is out with some friends and doesn't feel well so calls Will to come get her and when he gets there, he goes all doctor on her. Like he starts checking her pulse, feeling around her throat to make sure she's okay and her friends thinks his concern is so cute!! Thanks!

Will Halstead- Doctor Mode

Having low blood pressure (hypotension) sucks. I know one way to control my blood pressure is not drinking to much alcohol and make sure I drink plenty of water. I do this everyday and most of the time I keep my blood pressure up. But I still want to feel ‘normal’ and go out with friends and drink, just can’t get drunk.

Tonight I'm out with my friends at Mollys drinking. My friends are tipsy, on their 3rd or 4th drink at this point. Although they keep buying me drinks I'm not finishing any. If anything I’ve only had maybe 2 full drinks. I know I’ve not eaten enough or drank enough today as I start feeling lightheaded and dizzy. I then begin struggling to listen to the conversation at hand. So I decided it's time to fit me go home. I take out my phone and phone my boyfriend Will

“Hey baby everything ok?” he asks

“Erm yeah just not feeling good. Can you come and get me?”

“Yeah of course, what’s wrong though?”

“Think it might be my blood pressure”

“Ok. Stay sitting down. Get a drink of water and something to eat if you can”

“Ok”

“I’ll see you in about 10 minutes”

“Ok see you soon” I end the call and turn myself to face Stella behind the bar

"YN you ok? You look a little off?" my friend Emma asks. I don’t reply just speak to Stella

"Erm can I get a water please?" I ask

"Yeah course" she replies from behind the bar quickly handing me a drink “need a anything else?”

“Have you got anything salty?”

“Salted peanuts will that do?”

“Yeah that would be great” Stella hands me a bowl of salted peanuts

“What’s going on?” Herrmann asks seeing that something is going on

“I think my blood pressure is low”

“Brett!” Herrmann waves Sylvie over to me

“What’s up?” she asks

“YN said her blood pressure is low”

“I’ll be fine. Wills on his way”

“Ok well I’ll sit here to make sure you really are ok. Now you need to eat up”

I manage to drink a glass of water and eat my bowl of peanuts before Will arrives

"YN? Hey baby. How you feeling?"

"Feel lightheaded and nauseous" Will checks my pulse first. I notice his brought my blood pressure machine with him

"Can I have your arm?" He asks. I give him a little nod and hold my arm out for him. He wraps the pressure cuff around my arm and Will turns the machine on

"Is she ok?" Emma asks nervously

"Let's just see what this tells us then we will know more" a few moments later the machine beeps “81/52. Babe your really low. You need some salty foods”

“I had some peanuts. Stella have me them”

“Got any more?” Will asks looking at Stella who nods grabbing more peanuts “and another glass of water?” again Stella nods grabbing some water handing them over to Will “can you eat all of these and drink this before we go home. You can put your compression soaks on”

“Ok” I breathe out

“Will she be ok?” Emma asks again

“Yeah. Just low blood pressure. She been drinking?”

“Yeah we all have” Will sighs

“Alcohol can lower her blood pressure. Sure one or two are fine but not more than that”

“Is this our fault?” another one of my friends asks looking like she about to have a breakdown

“No, no this is no one’s fault. YN knew she had to stop drinking and go home. She knew she needed something salty and some water. Don’t worry” Will tries to calm my friends down while I continue to eat and drink.

Once we arrive home Will takes my blood pressure again and it seems a little better. I put on my compression socks and relax for the rest of the evening, falling asleep in the safe arms of Will.

[fxckadoodledoomunson]

Valentine’s Date |One-Shot|

Summary: While you wait for your date, you find your neighbour, Eddie waiting for a date of his own. However, when you both get stood up, you decide to spend Valentine’s Day together. Could it lead to something more?

Warnings: swearing, smoking, age gap (Eddie’s 47, reader’s 38), single parents, fluff.

You were waiting in Enzo’s for your date. You were lucky to get a table, especially on Valentine’s Day. You looked at your phone, to check your date’s profile picture, as you thought, Please don’t be a catfish, please don’t be a catfish.

You had put your phone back in your bag, when you noticed your neighbour, Eddie Munson walking in, wearing a brown suit.

You met Eddie nearly three months ago, when you moved to Hawkins with your five year old son, Brett, after you had divorced his father.

Eddie was one of the first people from the trailer park who welcomed and helped you when you were struggling to look after your son on your own.

Over time, Eddie had been more of a father to Brett than your ex-husband.

As soon as he saw you, Eddie grinned whilst he greeted you, “Hey sweetheart. Waiting for someone?”

“Yeah,” you replied, as you smiled back. “Just a guy I’ve been speaking to on the dating app.”

“Speaking of apps, I’ve noticed that you, uh...” Eddie scratched his beard, as he chuckled. “I noticed that you swiped right on me.”

You laughed, before telling him, “Okay, that was not me. Louise from work was helping me set up my profile and she thought it would be funny to swipe right when she saw your profile.”

Eddie raised his hands, as he said, “Hey, I believe you.”

The pair of you giggled, when you noticed that he was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, “So, are you meeting someone from the app too?” You asked.

“Nah,” Eddie replied. “I decided to go down the old fashion route and go on a date set up by Harrington.”

“Steve Harrington, Kirk’s stepdad, right?”

“Yeah, he met a woman at Family Video and wanted to set me up with her. It’s that or volunteer at the school dance and embarrass Kirk.”

You laughed, as the thought of Eddie embarrassing his and his former girlfriend, Chrissy’s teenage son at the Valentine’s Dance with his antics ran through your head.

“So,” Eddie cleared his throat, before continuing to speak, “I better get a table before someone else takes it.”

“Okay, have fun tonight,” you replied.

“You too, sweetheart.”

You felt Eddie lightly touch your shoulder, as he walked past you and sat down at one of the tables.

You were grateful to have Eddie in your life. Over time, you even developed an attraction towards him. However, you figured that he wouldn’t be interested in being in a relationship with you, especially as he was always going on dates with other people more close to his age.

An hour later, you were still waiting for your date, when you heard your phone ding. You took it out of your bag and opened up your dating app, reading the message from your date, which read:

Something’s come up at work, can’t make it tonight. Sorry.

You sighed, as you put your phone away. You then grabbed your sweater and you were about to leave when you heard Eddie say aloud, “Shit.”

He got up, leaving the flowers behind and stomped through the restaurant when he stopped, face softening, noticing that you were standing by the door. The pair of you stared at each other, before he asked, “You got stood up too?”

You silently nodded, before he asked, “Wanna get a Pizza?”

You smiled, as you nodded, “Okay.”

A few moments later, you and Eddie were at the Surfer Boy Pizza, sitting at the table chatting when Argyle brought your drinks over. “Your pizza will be ready soon, my dudes,” he informed you. “Are you sure that you don’t want pineapple on your pizza?”

You shook your head, while Eddie declined, “No pineapple, thanks.”

“Try before you deny, lovebirds.”

You giggled, before you both thanked Argyle. After he went back to the kitchen, you and Eddie grabbed your drinks, when you asked, “He does know that we’re not on a date, right?”

Eddie chuckled, before he asked, “So, what time do you need to get back home?”

“About ten,” you replied, watching him put down his drink. “So I can relief the babysitter.”

You took a sip of your drink, before you asked, “Why?”

“I thought that maybe you wanted to go to the Hideout after this,” Eddie replied.

“Hmmm...as tempting as it sounds, I can’t. I don’t like being away from Brett for too long.”

“That’s understandable. I felt like that after Kirk was born. I didn’t want to be on tour for too long.”

Suddenly, the bell rang before a female voice called Eddie’s name.

He looked up and waved at the young woman, before saying, “Hi Danielle.”

You turned to see Danielle, who smiled at you as you greeted her.

Danielle was Steve’s stepdaughter, and Chrissy’s daughter with Jason.

“You’re working tonight?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah, Marcus called in sick, so Argyle’s asked if I could cover for him,” Danielle replied, as she put on her Surfer Boy hat. “At least I won’t have to volunteer for the school dance anymore. The last thing I want to see is Dad bragging about how the team won the championship game when he was captain.”

You found out from Eddie that he and Chrissy got together after Jason kicked her out for doing weed. However, as Eddie was away, doing tours, they both decided to remain friends and co-parent after she found out she was pregnant with Kirk. After Kirk was born, Chrissy became close with Steve after he helped look after both of her kids, even letting the three of them stay with him and his son, Robbie, which lead a relationship between the two of them.

Danielle looked at you and Eddie and asked, “So, are you guys on a date?”

“No,” you and Eddie replied in unison, before Eddie told her, “Our dates didn’t show up, so we decided to come here.”

“Oh,” Danielle exclaimed, “That sucks. At least you guys can have fun together.”

Suddenly, Danielle heard Argyle call out to her.

“Coming, boss,” Danielle answered.

She then turned to you and Eddie, as she said, “Enjoy the rest of your night.”

You bid her goodbye, as she went into the kitchen.

You then turned to Eddie, who was leaning forward as he asked you, “So, what happened to your date?”

“He sent a message saying that he had to work, so he couldn’t come,” you replied.

“Asshole,” you heard him mutter.

You gazed at him, when Eddie clarified, “I mean, he’s an asshole for not letting you know sooner.”

You gave him a small smile, before asking him, “What about your date? Did she have to work too?”

“Nah,” Eddie began to reply. “She texted me to say that she already had another date lined up and she couldn’t come.”

You glared, before you exclaimed, “What a bitch!”

Eddie began to cough, choking on his drink, as he heard you swear.

“Sorry,” you apologised, as you gave him a napkin. “Are you okay?”

Eddie silently nodded, as he caught his breath, “I’m fine.”

He lightly chuckled, as he continued to speak, “It’s just that, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before.”

“Believe me, I’ve said much worse,” you giggled. “I just try not to swear when Brett’s around.”

You then sighed, before telling him, “I just can’t believe she stood you up for someone else. Now it’s got me wondering if my date had someone else too.”

“He better not have, or I might have to sacrifice him,” Eddie joked, which made you giggle.

“But seriously though, if he’s done that, then he’s an ass,” Eddie sighed, before telling you, “You know, I...”

Eddie then nervously chuckled, before saying, “Never mind, I just-“

“What?” You asked.

“It’s nothing.”

“No, what?”

Eddie bit his lower lip, before asking, “You know when I thought you swiped right on me?”

You nodded, replying, “Yeah?”

“Well,” Eddie began to confess. “I almost swiped right on you too.”

You gaped, hearing his confession, before asking, “Really?”

Eddie nodded, before he confessed, “I really like you, sweetheart. But I understand that you probably don’t feel the same way.”

Eddie sighed, as he reached for his drink when you reached out and placed your hand on top of his.

Eddie looked up at you, as you held his hand, stroking the top of it with your thumb.

Eddie softly said your name, before you asked, “What makes you think that I don’t feel the same?”

Eddie smirked, before he replied cheekily, “So, you did swipe right on me.”

You chuckled, before shaking your head. “No, I definitely did not,” you admitted, “But that doesn’t mean that I’m not attracted to you.”

Eddie gaped, when you started chuckling, whilst covering your mouth.

The both of you chuckled with relief, knowing that you both share mutual feelings. Your laughters died down as the pair of you gazed at each other for a moment, before you both leaned forward for a kiss when suddenly, Argyle placed the pizza you ordered on the table, as he said, “Surf’s up, lovebirds.”

You both leaned back into your seats, as you thanked Argyle, who went back into the kitchen.

Throughout the evening, you and Eddie were happily chatting whilst sharing the pizza, as you were being watched by Argyle and Danielle, who were commenting on how adorable you and Eddie were together.

Danielle giggled as she texted her half brother, telling him that he might be getting a step-mum, when Eddie turned to face her, making her put her phone away.

“I hope you’re not taking photos of us, Danielle Elizabeth Carver,” Eddie sternly said.

Danielle shook her head, as she replied, whilst smiling, “Wouldn’t dream of doing that, Eddie.”

Eddie chuckled, as he turned back to face you, noticing that you were giggling.

The pair of you gazed at each other, as you both reached for the last slice of pizza.

“Well sweetheart,” Eddie began to speak, as he took out a D20 dice. You laughed, as he put on his Dungeon Master voice. “Looks like we have to roll for it.”

“I still can’t believe you take that dice everywhere with you,” you said.

“Well, you never know when you need to make a decision,” Eddie retorted in his regular voice, before he switched to his Dungeon Master voice, “Whoever rolls the highest points, not only wins the last golden slice, but will also decide on the second course.”

Eddie gave you the dice, as he said, “Ladies first.”

You giggled as you shook the dice in your hand, before letting it roll on the table, landing on 17.

“Not bad sweetheart,” Eddie said, as you handed the dice to him. His tongue poked out, as he shook the dice in his hand, before he rolled it on the table, landing on 20.

Eddie punched the air, as he cheered, “Yes! Victory for Eddie the Banished!” Eddie continued to cheer, causing the other customers to turn their attention from their phones to him.

You giggled, as you pushed the pizza towards him, before you asked, “So, what do you have in mind for second course?”

“Well,” Eddie began to reply, as he picked up a knife and fork from the cutlery holder, before he started cutting the pizza in half. “That depends...” Eddie gave you the bigger half of the slice, as he continued to speak, “On you, sweetheart.”

You smiled at him, as you picked up your slice, when you both heard a phone ding, followed by Danielle saying, “Oh shit.” You turned to find Danielle and Argyle scattering back into the kitchen. Eddie said to you, “Something tells me that she’s gonna post whatever she took of us on the group chat.”

The pair of you giggled, before you ate your slices.

A few moments later, you and Eddie were walking to his van. While Eddie was taking a puff of his cigarette, you called the babysitter to let her know that you were coming home. “I’ll be there in about fifteen to twenty minutes...Thanks again for looking after him, Hollie...see you soon...bye.”

After hanging up, Eddie asked you, “Was that baby Wheeler?”

“Yeah,” you replied, as you gripped Eddie’s suit jacket, which he gave you to wear. “She’s managed to get him to sleep. All it took was her reading The Hobbit to him.”

Eddie chuckled, as he told you, “Works every time.”

You laughed, as Eddie stubbed out his cigarette on top of the bin, before you made it to his van.

Eddie opened the door for you, and took your hand, as he said, “Milady.”

You thanked him, as he helped you into the van. After closing the door, he rushed to his door and got inside the van.

As he put the keys in the ignition, you began to speak, “Eddie?”

Eddie turned to you, as he asked, “Yes, sweetheart?”

You gazed at him, as you told him, “Thanks for tonight, whatever this was...I enjoyed it. I’d like to do it again.”

Eddie smiled, as he replied, “You’re welcome. I do too...hopefully without Danielle documenting us.”

You both laughed, before you both leaned towards each other and shared a tender kiss.

Suddenly, the kiss was interrupted by a ding from Eddie’s phone. You hoped that it wasn’t the woman that Eddie was supposed to have gone on a date with. Eddie checked his phone and burst into laughter.

“What?” You asked, when Eddie showed you the message from Kirk, which read:

Dani told me about earlier. What’s this about me having a stepmom?!

You laughed, as Eddie said, “Looks like Danielle’s told him about our date earlier.”

You gazed at him, before asking, “So...was this a date?”

Eddie smirked, before leaning close to you, giving you a passionate peck. “If you wanted it to be,” he softly said.

You smiled, before kissing him back. “So...ice cream or custard?” You asked him, causing him to furrow his brows.

You giggled, before clarifying, “To have with our dessert.”

Eddie chuckled as he started up his van, before telling you, “You decide.”

[alittlextrathatway]

I got another prompt from Sand86802 on twitter.

Posting it here again since it isn’t quite long enough for Ao3.

Played with Violet’s POV on this one. Set in a post 11x22 world.

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“Never take advice from someone who’s falling apart”

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Location: The El

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It’s been a while since Sylvie and Violet spent time together off shift. Even longer since Violet spent any considerable time in the presence of both Brett and Casey at the same time.

Tonight, they had an extra ticket to a concert Sylvie had been dying to attend for a Taylor Swift cover band that reimagined the singer’s work in big band or jazz styles. Violet isn’t a swiftie, but she’s always up for new experiences so she took the extra ticket. Originally, she thinks Casey’s sister was supposed to go with them, but she canceled for some reason. Some sort of teaching emergency.

To top it all off, this concert was a part of Brett’s birthday celebration. Her first birthday as a mom and her first time away from Julia for longer than a couple of hours since the baby officially became hers a handful of weeks ago. Confidentially, Casey confided in Violet that he wanted it to be special and so full that Sylvie never had a moment to feel anxious over leaving Julia with Cindy and Herrmann for the evening.

Violet admired his ambition and effort. Even though, in her heart of hearts, she knew no one could stop Sylvie from feeling anxious about leaving her daughter alone.

They’re on their way to the show now. They opted to take the El to save on the parking fee and time spent jammed up in traffic. Violet sits on one side of Brett with Casey on the other.

The recently engaged couple is sickeningly cute. Casey’s arm is slung over Sylvie’s shoulders, pulling her against him. She went willingly, slotting against him as if she was always meant to be there with her back molding to his side and her head resting in the crook of his neck. Casey turns so he can rest his lips against the crown of Sylvie’s head, kissing her sweetly.

Looking at them now, a person would never guess they’d ever been apart.

The train stops and the doors open, allowing a pregnant woman and her toddler to board. They all clock her as she enters the car and, like her, notice there aren’t any available seats.

Casey kisses Brett’s temple and then releases her. “I’m gonna go hold the rail over by the door and let this woman have my seat.”

“You’re amazing,” Sylvie praises, nodding approvingly.

“Let’s not get carried away,” he says with a fond chuckle. “I’m not a saint. It’s just the polite and decent thing to do.”

Sylvie watches him cross the train and point out his vacated seat to the woman with a besotted smile on her face before she scoffs and glances over at Violet. “Not a saint. Of course he’s a saint. I mean, look at him.”

Violet chuckles mutely, watching as the pregnant woman thanks Matt profusely and waddles her way toward them. “I see him. He’s great.”

“I can’t believe I ever thought I could do without him,” she says with a contented sigh. “I mean, what was I thinking? No one holds a candle to that man over there. Not for me anyway.”

Violet bites her bottom lip, an apology slowly clawing its way up her throat. She’s held it at bay so far, but her guilt grows larger every day. Even quicker than normal during the rare instances she’s directly confronted with how truly happy Matt makes her best friend these days.

Sylvie and Dylan were never going to work out. Not when Sylvie’s connection to Matt is as strong as it’s proven to be. Violet should have seen that sooner.

“I’m happy for you, bestie,” Violet says, linking her arm through Sylvie’s. “Since he came back into your life you’ve done nothing but glow.”

“Thank you.” Sylvie lays her head on Violet’s shoulder affectionately. “I felt like a part of me shut down after I broke it off with him. Like losing touch with him meant losing a piece of my heart. I should’ve known then that ending it was a mistake.”

That does it. Violet can’t hold off her apology any longer. Sylvie’s right. She should’ve seen it and she probably would have too if Violet hadn’t interfered.

“I should’ve known it too,” she says, sighing tiredly. “They way I kept pushing you toward Dylan…God, looking back I was so selfish, Sylvie. I’m sorry.”

“What? No, Violet, my struggles with my emotions aren’t on you. Matt and I had things we should’ve dealt with sooner and we ignored them. That’s on us. All you wanted was to see me happy. I get that.”

No, she really doesn’t. “It wasn’t just about you being happy though.”

Sylvie’s smile turns bittersweet. Her expression is empathetic and all knowing. It’s a look from her that’s potent on anyone, even perfect strangers. When Brett gives someone that look, they feel encouraged to spill all their secrets and struggles.

“I know,” Sylvie replies. “It’s okay. Grief manifests itself in all kinds of ways.”

“Dylan and Evan were friends and I guess I—I guess—“

“You wanted to hold onto that piece of him for as long as possible?”

“Yeah,” Violet agrees. “That’s a good way to phrase it. It goes to show you, never take advice from someone who’s falling apart. I was still spiraling hard when we first bumped into Dylan at the hospital. At the time, I thought all the pieces fit, you know? I know now I saw only what I wanted to see. I sent you a long way down the wrong path.”

“I started down that path long before we ran into Dylan, Violet,” Sylvie states, gently correcting her. “Cut yourself some slack. You were still reeling. I know what that can do to a person. Hell, I moved back home and intended to marry a man I barely knew after we lost Otis. My grief over him kept me from realizing I’d made the wrong choice for far too long. If anyone gets it, it’s me. It all worked out in the end. I have Matt, Julia, and the boys. I’m happier than I’ve been in a very long time. That’s all that matters.”

“I guess so.” She wishes she could say the same but, while she’s through the worst of her grief, she’s far from happy.

“You’re gonna find that too, partner,” Sylvie assures her, as if she’s read Violet’s mind. “I know it. No matter what that happiness looks like for you, I am certain it’ll happen. You’re the best so you deserve the best.”

No, Sylvie’s the best. The amount of grace she extends to everyone around her is practically miraculous. “I already have the best friend I could ask for,” Violet says, giving Sylvie a pointed look. “And that’s all the happiness I need for now.”

As cheesy as it sounds, it’s a truth Violet feels deep in her bones. Sylvie’s friendship will always be the gift that keeps on giving.

[an-unknown-writers-world]

Reason to Stay

Warnings: Smut (terribly written) 18+ only please!

Pairing:  Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Word Count: 673

A/N: Loosely on the Brett Young song Reason to Stay. I haven’t written smut in probably two years, so please be kind. Also if your not 18+, please keep scrolling along – do not engage.

“Beep!” “Beep!” “Beep!”

The dreadful sound of a Monday morning alarm rang. It had been such a great weekend, a little too good. Jake was home, and the two of you had spent more time wrapped in each other's arms than apart. These were your favorite kind of weekends.

The alarm was silenced. It must have been Jake since you hadn't moved a muscle. His strong arms came to wrap around your waist, pulling your back flush with his chest.

"Mmm, you're going to make it hard to get out of this bed." You groaned out, refusing to open your eyes.

He kissed your bare shoulder, "Five more minutes,"

"I can't. I can't be late, babe."

"But you can," his hand grazed across your ribs just light enough to make you squirm from the contact of your ticklish spot.

You rolled over and kissed his bare chest.

"See," he chuckled, kissing the top of your head. "I know you've got a million things to do, but just the two of us one more day."

You pulled back so you could see his face. Soft summer sunlight filtered through the window blinds. Looking into his emerald green eyes felt like falling into a trap. You didn't really have anything that pressing to do at the office today. One more day with him wouldn't be the end of the world at work, but it would do wonderful things for your mood.

Jake's fingers were drawing lazy shapes on your back, making the thought of leaving the bed even less appealing. He gently kissed your lips, and you hummed at the contact. This was his invitation, and he took it. Gently tugging at your bottom lip, he deepened the kiss. His fingers threaded through your hair, holding you close to him.

He rolled to prop himself above you, settling between your legs. Jake gave you his kilowatt smile, knowing he had won. He gently kissed each of your cheeks, nose, and chin before finding his way back to your lips. His ministrations moved further down as he placed wet kisses from your pulse point down your sternum. Jake's lips tightened around one of your nipples, the other carefully rolled in his fingers.

"Jake," you groaned, "Please," You pleaded.

Through hooded eyes, he looked up at you with a devilish grin. He lined himself up with your entranced and filled you to the brim with a single thrust. With the sudden feeling of fullness, a gasp escaped your lips.

His hand gripped your thigh, and his thrusts started rhythmically slow, each tightening the coil in your core. Your fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him in to kiss you. Passion, need, and lust drove you both crazy in pure ecstasy.

He quickened his thrusts, making you moan in his mouth as he began to hit your sweet spot. Your coil wound tighter with each thrust. The kiss was broken, and his rhythm turned into erratic thrusts. Neither of you could hold back any longer. Your hips bucked in return, and your walls fluttered, tightening around him.

"Jake," You moaned.

"Let go," He breathed in your ear.

One more thrust, and you were coming undone. A deep moan escaped your lips as the coil in your core sprung loose, and your walls quivered around him. He wasn't far behind. You rode out your release as he fell over his own edge of ecstasy, his grunt echoing through the room.

Ragged breaths filled the air, and you both tried to catch your breath. He pulled out and rolled onto his back, taking you with him. You laid your head against Jake's chest, listening to the fast beat of his heart. He kissed the top of your head and intertwined his fingers with your own.

"I know I promised to work on being less cocky," He broke the silence, "But, in this case, I'm going to say I told you so."

You laughed, "Is that so?'

"I told you I'd give you a reason to stay."

"Yes, yes, you did."

A/N: If you’ve made it this far - thank you so so so much for reading! My Masterlist can be found here. All work is also available on AO3  

[afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff]

matt casey x reader? something hurt/comfort where they are both firefighters reader is on squad and matt is well, truck obviously

Anon! I’m sorry this took so long. School is in the thick of it lately, but I hope you like this!

Y/N woke up to noise from the baby monitor, making it known that their three-month-old was up and needed his parents' attention. You make your way out of bed and to his nursery. “Hi, there, baby. I’ve got you. Let’s spend some Mom and Dallin time before Dad gets up.” You say as you lift your son out of his crib. You are holding him, walking around the nursery, when you hear a noise from the doorway. You look at the source and see your husband smiling at you.

“Morning, Y/N.” “Morning, my love.” You reply, walking towards Matt as Dallin reaches out to his dad. Matt takes him from your arms, bending down to kiss you. “You ready to go back today?” “Yeah, but I’m going to miss this little chunk.” You say, running a hand over the soft hair on your son's head. “He’ll be ok. He’s going to be with Cindy and Donna. It’s summer break. The kids will be around to help.” Matt replies reassuringly as you kiss his cheek, watching his face turn red. The simple fact that you can still make him blush after several years and a kid together made you happy.

“That’s true. I’m more worried about you and me than him. It’s the longest I’ve been away from him, and you will be dealing with the aftermath.” You reply as you walk to the kitchen with your husband trailing behind, listening intently to Dallin as he tries to babble to his dad. “You’ll be ok. You know Cindy and Donna will keep us updated.” He replies as he enters the kitchen and sets Dallin in his bouncer, and gets his bottle ready.

You watch as Matt feeds your son, which makes your heart swell. You watch as Dallin takes in the sights and sounds of his dad talking and moving around the kitchen. “Staring much love?” “Maybe. But you’re a good dad. It amazes me how much this suits us.” “Yeah, it does.” He replies as he brings Dallin to his shoulder to burp him, putting the bottle in the sink to be washed.

The little family continues to get ready for the day, and you can’t help but tear up when you drop Dallin off at the Boden residence. Donna gives both you and Matt a hug, assuring you that Dallin will be just fine and that Cindy would be over later. You and Matt head back to your car and head to the station.

You walk hand in hand to the floor and hear cheers welcoming you back. Capp and Tony are the first to hug you, making it known that you were missed on Squad. You then feel a hand on your shoulder and turn around to see Severide, a smile on his face.

“My best squad member is back!” “You bet. Ya know, your best squad members baby wants to see his uncle again soon.” “He wants to see me, or you want me and Stella to watch him while you and Matt go on a date?” “Mmm, both,” you say as you walk into the firehouse.

Boden goes over the morning brief, and not long after, the bells go off. You and the rest of the station jump into action and make your way to the house fire. “Y/N, Cruz with me. We’re searching the top floor.” Severide says as he, Casey, Boden, and Hermann assess the situation.

The three of you mask up and head in, trying to find anyone still inside. “It’s clear!” You yell, and you start to make your way out of the building when everything goes black.

“Severide, where’s my wife?” Casey asks as he watches the two men exit the building. “She was right behind me.” He replies as he has to hold his friend back from running in. “Brett, Foster. Go in with Cruz and Severide and find Y/N.” Boden says as he grabs Casey’s arm. The four head back into the building and hear your PASS Alarm going off. “We got her, chief,” Cruz says into the radio as the other three get you on the backboard and carry you out.

Casey watches in horror as he sees you on the backboard, with soot-covered cheeks, as Sylvie takes off your mask and puts oxygen on you. “Chief…” “Go.” Matt all but runs to you, hopping in the back of the ambulance, grabbing your hand as you come too. You feel someone holding your hand and hear sirens, but the lack of oxygen makes it so you can’t think clearly. You mumble something, grabbing Sylvie’s attention, and she ups the oxygen levels. You feel the ambulance come to a stop and hear several voices outside of the rig.

It takes you a minute to realize what’s going on and when you do, you nearly pass out again. You did the one thing you had promised yourself that you wouldn’t do after you married Matt and had Dallin. You got hurt on the job. You go to lift the oxygen mask off your face when you feel Matt moving your hand away, “Y/N don’t. Please. Not until we know for sure.” He whispers, nearly begging. You nod in response as you feel the gurney being moved.

The team at Med makes sure you’re taken care of, and while you’re in the treatment room, the rest of the station shows up in the waiting room of the ED. Matt sees Herrmann first, and their silent conversation tells him that Cindy and Donna are on the way with Dallin. He sighs and drops into the closest chair, head in his hands. He doesn’t hear Cindy and Donna come in and only realizes they had when he feels a weight by his foot. He looks up and sees the car seat holding his son, along with the diaper bag. He notices the baby stir and gently lifts him out of the car seat, bringing him to his chest.

“Hi, buddy.” He says as Dallin grabs the collar of his shirt in his little fist, yawning and snuggling into his dad's shirt, eyes drooping. Matt rests his free hand on the back of his son's head, ignoring the hustle and bustle of the waiting room around him until he hears his name being called. He looks up and sees Maggie standing at the doors of the ED. “Matt, you can go see her if you want. Y/N just had some scrapes, a minor wrist fracture, and minor smoke inhalation.” She says as he stands up and walks towards the door. “Can I bring Dallin? “Of course,” Maggie says as they walk into the ED and your treatment room.

You look up at the noise you hear outside your room and smile as Matt walks in, with Dallin in his arms and Maggie right behind them. “I’ll leave you guys alone; holler if you need anything,” she says, closing the curtain. “Hi, hun.” You say sheepishly, not wanting to look Matt in the eye.

“Y/N. Look at me, please.” “Matt. I can’t. Not when I know I did something stupid after I promised myself I wouldn’t.” You say, tears running down your cheeks. Matt sits on the bed next to you, shifting Dallin in his arms as he lifts your chin to look at him. “You didn’t do anything stupid. Not you. Never. It could’ve happened to anyone.” “Matt…” “Y/N love, listen to me. This wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. You couldn’t have known that a board was going to fall. Cruz couldn’t have known; Severide couldn’t have known. No one. Accidents happen, especially with this job. You and I both know that. Was it pretty damn scary? Yeah, it was. But I know you and you, Y/N Casey, are tough.” He says, wiping tears from your cheeks with a thumb while he shifts Dallin into a more comfortable position in his arms.

“How long has he been asleep?” “Since I was holding him in the waiting room. Please tell me you’re not going to blame yourself for this.” “I’ll try not to.” You reply with a slight chuckle. He smiles and asks the nurse who comes in if you could be discharged. She replies that you could and gets started on the paperwork.

You get dressed in the clothes that were brought while you and Matt were talking. It took a minute to get the long sleeve top on with the wrist brace you had on, but you did it. Matt had Stella bring in the car seat and diaper bag so he could put Dallin down to help you put on your shoes. When Dallin wasn’t in his dad's arms, he was not a happy camper and started crying. “Oh buddy, dad’s sorry. But I gotta help mom for a minute.” He says, fishing in the bag next to it for a pacifier. He finds it, and Dallin accepts it, his cries quieting.

You smile at your husband and run a hand through his hair as he finishes tying your shoes. “What?” “Just admiring you being the best husband and dad is all,” you say, reaching for his hand as he stands up. He slings the diaper bag over his shoulder and picks up the car seat with the other. The two of you walk out of Med and to your car brought over by someone from the firehouse.

“Let’s go home.” You say, sliding into the front seat as Matt gets Dallin situated in the back. “Let’s,” he replies, getting into the driver's side, grabbing your hand and starting the car, and making the drive home.

[bagelthatwrites]

Somewhere Sunrise (Begins Another Day)

Chapter 1: Unfortunate Mishaps

Summary: Reagan Ridley tries to be prepared for situations, but the job always manages to surprise her.

Especially when she's thrust into another universe, and stuck figuring out how to get back.

Fandoms: Undertale (2015), Inside Job (2021 Cartoon)

Notes: (thank you to my good friends @pastelkonpeito and @maddestmewmew for beta reading this chapter!! also another thank you to hen again for helping me improve the pacing !) Also this takes place briefly after part 2 of the show, and after the true pacifist ending of Undertale.

WARNINGS: blood mention, possibly death, also swearing

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If you knew anything about Cognito’s head robotics scientist, it’s that she’s been on this job for over a decade.

The job came with many problems and risks, be it near death experiences, dealing with cover-ups and disappearing accidental witnesses, or nearly losing an appendage or two.

But out of everything Reagan Ridley’s done and been through, she didn’t think she would spend her last moments like this.

The machine had taken months to finish, endless all-nighters spent programming, and connecting wires, and checking and rechecking the blueprints to make it perfect. 

The companion watch took just a few weeks to properly sync to the shiny, new transporter… 

And it malfunctioned. And it took her with it.

~~~

It was a decently quiet night in the building, and the cool wind from outside somehow seeped its way through from the windows to the quite sizable space of Ridley Labs, though it never affected Reagan, as she was used to the drafty windows. Never got the damn things fixed.

Her best friend and co-team leader Brett Hand shivered, though, used to the rest of the building being room temperature. 

As Reagan installed the last few panels onto the transporter core, Brett took a minute to look around the lab again.

It was in its usual state, messy but somehow organized enough. Fitting for her, isn’t it?

“Alright, we’re almost ready.” She lifted the welding mask and switched off the propane torch, turning to him. “Brett, do you have the watch?” “Oh- yeah.” He handed her the device. “So… what does this do again?” “Were you even listening the first time?” She muttered, and waved her hand dismissively. “Well, the old teleporter was broken and out of date, so I took the liberty of building a new one. This one syncs to a watch- the one I’m holding here- to take the wearer to and from their destination. The machine serves to make sure that the watch works as intended, and to actually choose your destination.” She patted the machine, and put the wristwatch on, adjusting it.

“You’re here in case something happens to me.” She pointed to Brett, and walked back over, putting her hands on his shoulders. “...If I’m gonna be honest, you’re the only person in this place that I’d trust if anything happened to me.”

“Awww… Reags!” He smiled bright, pulling her into a tight hug. “Me too.”

“Put me down, you goober, or we won’t be able to start the experiment!” She laughed out and smacked at his arm.

He placed her back down and she turned to activate the machine and the watch. “Alright. I’ll start with a decent location… somewhere just outside of DC.” She pressed a few buttons on the machine.

“But… what if you can’t get back? You might have to walk for a while…” Brett commented. He widened his eyes. “OR! I could come and pick you up!” She snapped her fingers. “Exactly.” She presses a button on the watch.

“Alright.”

The transporter vrrrr’d to life, and its sounds echoed across the lab in a pleasant symphony of machinery.

“It’s working!!” Reagan couldn’t hide her excitement, her eyes lighting up as a smirk appeared on her face. “Brett, it’s working!”

Brett squealed in corresponding exhilaration as the watch lit up in unison.

The excitement of the pair was short-lived, as the wristwatch elicited short shocks.

“Shit.” Reagan struggled to get the watch off, as she felt the teleportation tech do its magic. “I can’t- shit, fuck, it’s stuck! I can’t get it-”

And she disappeared in a flash.

Brett’s phone buzzed, and the call was from…

…Reagan. He sighed in relief and clicked to accept the call, only to see a screen of white.

“Reagan????”

Reagan comes on screen, hair whipping in the wind (wind????????).

"Brett! Are y-ou getting this tr-ansmi-ssion!?" The audio and video were cutting out, but Brett nodded. 

"List-en to me! I d-on't know wh-er-e I am, but no m-atter WHAT, you have -to keep the m-achine running! I seem to- to h-ave gone to a- different area than intended-”

She pushed her hair out of her face and looked around, squinting in the foggy winter wonderland- if she remembered correctly… it was supposed to be… September.

Oh god.

“I-I.. I-’m th-ink in a di-ffere-nt uni-v-erse! And it's hailing b-" A piece of hail flew down and nailed the scientist right in the temple, causing her to fall over into the snow. 

"Reagan? REAGAN!?" Brett brought the screen closer. 

"Aw- SH-IT, I... there's sn-ow getting into the wa-tch a-nd I-" Reagan's eyes drooped slightly, and they both noticed blood dripping down her face from the deep cut, now very prominent on the side of her head. 

“Shit- Th-this is go-ing a lot w-or-se th-an I th-oug-ht it wo-uld! If I c-an get th-e wat-ch to-”

…She couldn’t…

Reagan felt herself getting weaker. There was blood dripping down into the snow now.

The situation was getting worse. The situation was unsolvable.

"...Brett... if I don't su-rvive this... I j- just want you to know that I'm sorry... for ev-eryth-ing. You w-ere a... a good fr-iend." Reagan felt herself getting more lightheaded, and the watch glitched and crackled as the weather worsened the condition. 

"Reagan, why are you apologizing..? Hey- no- listen, you'll come back, you'll be okay, I promise- REAGAN?" Brett teared up and clasped his hands worriedly. The transmission was almost lost. 

"...G-oodbye, Br-ett." The screen cut out as white overtook the transmission video, and the small screen finally displayed "SIGNAL LOST". 

"Reagan? REAGAN!" Brett called out, but no one answered. 

He felt his stomach twist.

…She…

…

He failed to keep himself stable on the edge of the desk, starting to slide down and sit on the floor.

His heart caught in his throat as he choked up, tears falling, the lab now dreadfully silent.

~~~

“Oh goodness…. Frisk! Get the first aid kit!”

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Relax- Kelly Severide and Matt Casey

Summary: You’ve been pretty sick, and now Kelly is hurt. Matt and your friends at Med will take care of you.

Warning: SPOILERS (I can’t remember which season honestly), vomiting, sickness, hints/talks about drugs/addictions

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You haven’t been able to relax since Kelly jumped out of the third story window and landed on the ground, completely unconscious and unresponsive. Matt had to pull you back so that Gabbi and Brett could work on him and get him in the ambo. Gabbi had to take over because you were too distraught, completely overwhelmed and terrified. Shaking too much to be able to properly tend to Kelly, no matter how hard you tried to steady your hands.

Days later, you are sat in one of the recliners in Kelly’s hospital room, waiting for him to wake up from the pain meds Clarke gave him after his transplant. You had the button for the pain meds, knowing good and well that Kelly would be afraid to use it after his fight to sobriety. Matt left you in charge of keeping up with Kelly, getting you the same shifts off as Kelly in order to be by his side, but also so that you could focus on school for a bit.

Everything has been stressing you out. School has been extra challenging with you also dealing with a sickness and still working at the firehouse as the PIC. Ironically, your own body was waging war within you and you didn’t actually catch this sickness from anyone else, but Natalie and Will have been treating you for it. The hardest part was waking up in the middle of the night to take the medication and the vomiting from the side effects.

The night before the accident, you accidentally woke Kelly and Matt up when you went running for the bathroom.

Kelly turned over to flip on the light when he was startled awake by your feet running across the floor. He shook Matt, who had been sleeping deeply and completely missed your mad dash for the toilet. “Matt. Wake up.” Kelly sighed, shoving Matt in one final attempt to wake him up before Kelly made his way to you. “Y/N’s getting sick again. Get up.” Kelly rolled his eyes and jogged after you when he heard Matt groan, but shift to get up.

Once Kelly got to you, you were already crouched in front of the toilet, one hand holding your hair back and the other helping to steady yourself. You were gasping and coughing, having already puked once, but feeling more coming on, but it felt stuck. Kelly ran the rest of the way to you, taking your hair from you. “Shhh sweetheart. It’s alright.” Kelly cooed, rubbing your back.

Matt came jogging in seconds later, coming to sit on the edge of the tub, leaning back to grab one of the wash cloths and wetting it under the faucet before placing it on your neck. “Awww baby.” Matt sighed, standing to help lower you to the ground. “Kneel down sweetheart. It’s alright. We gotcha.” Matt cooed, dropping himself back onto the edge of the tub and taking your hand in his.

You had allowed to Matt guide you down. You were exhausted. They were exhausted. You had been fighting this feeling for about an hour, but you just couldn’t hold it anymore. Kelly thumped your back, seeing as all the gasping and coughing you were doing wasn’t helping your situation.

“Breathe hunny.” Kelly whispered, patting your back again and releasing your hair to Matt so that he could reach around and rub your sternum.

“Your panicking sweetheart. You gotta relax.” Matt murmured, knowing that you probably knew this somewhere in the back of your mind, but you were so worked up that you couldn’t make yourself realize this.

Kelly felt you relaxing slightly under his hand, your chest muscles not as tense. Then you finally got it out, like your throat was clenched so tight that the vomit was blocked from coming up.

This round was harsh, like your body was urgent to reject it. Tears spilled down your face and you shook hard against Kelly, which was the only thing keeping you from falling forward. Your face was all but purple, strain causing redness and blue from lack of oxygen. It was like it was all pushed out of your body as you heaved. The vomit was practically continuous and it was starting to worry the boys.

“It’s okay. It’s alright hunny.” Matt whispered, urgent to try and get you to relax, but also trying to stay calm himself.

“We gotcha. It’s alright. It’s okay baby.” Kelly said, repeating himself three times before you finally stopped.

You leaned back, gasping and clawing at your chest. Kelly caught your body as you fell into him, clutching you to his chest. Matt caught your hands, holding them in his own and rubbing his thumbs over the backs. Kelly secured the washcloth that fell into him and wiped the vomit splatter off of your face.

“Slow down sweetheart.” Matt said firmly, catching your eyes. You locked onto him like he was the only thing that could save you. You sobbed loudly, releasing all the pent up anxiety in your cries, pressing yourself further into Kelly’s hold.

“Follow me sweetheart.” Kelly whispered in your hair, making his breathing slower but loud in order for you to be able to follow him. You leaned your head back, sobbing as your face looked up to the ceiling but you attempted to rest and relax into Kelly’s shoulder.

Matt let go of one of your hands to reach over and flush the toilet. He figured the smell wouldn’t be helping you relax and get through the worst of what you were currently feeling. He left the toilet lid up, though he was certain you were done, but he didn’t want to be wrong and you make a mess that would cause you to get even more upset.

Once you were calmed down, Matt got your tooth brush ready and then left to get you some clean clothes, seeing as you had gotten some vomit splattered onto your shirt. When Matt returned, Kelly was pressed up against you, rubbing your arms as you struggled to brush your teeth with how sensitive your gag reflex was at the moment.

“You are so strong. I love you.” Kelly whispered, kissing the spot behind your ear. You both hadn’t noticed Matt’s presence yet. You all loved each other so deeply.

Matt came up and kissed the other side, simply whispering a “me too” in your ear.

Then, after you were redressed and confident that you were okay enough to go back to sleep, you followed Matt back to bed with Kelly right behind you and settled in for some more sleep.

While Kelly had been hospitalized, Will and Nat had been floating in and out to check on you. Every now and then, they would hook you up to a saline drip and get some Zofran in you when the nausea was too much. They just billed the CFD insurance under Kelly’s name, given that he didn’t really need the Zofran, but it was plausible given the situation. You had refused to check in, so they just worked it out for you.

As it just so happened, that was your current situation since you didn’t want to disturb Kelly by vomiting in his room or making a mad dash for the bathroom and him hearing anyways. You were getting sleepy from the Zofran and placed your laptop to the side, seeing as you almost dropped it when you were nodding off.

Just as you put your school stuff away and pulled out the chair to make a makeshift bed for yourself, Matt walked in, trying to be quiet as to not wake Kelly, but loud enough to not startle you. “Hey sweetheart. Natalie called.” Matt whispered, coming to kneel next to you, brushing the hair back from your face.

“She didn’t have to do that.” You whispered back, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah she did.” Matt nodded, leaning over you to kiss your forehead. “Gotta be here for you both. I couldn’t live with myself if you were suffering to take care of Kelly and not taking care of yourself. Herrman has me covered and Boden practically pushed me out the door anyways.” Matt explained, slightly smiling at the end.

Just as you were about to reply, Kelly groaned behind Matt, shifting and grunting in pain. Matt was quick to stand, putting a hand out for you to stay where you were before running a hand over Kelly’s hair.

“Shhhhh.” Matt whispered, catching Kelly’s hand in one of his own and continuing to run a hand through the older man’s hair. “Relax Kels. We are right here. It’s alright. Just breathe.” Matt went on to coach him. Kelly fell into a fitful sleep, face pinched in pain, but slowly relaxing. Matt found you to be the culprit, having pushed the button since you couldn’t watch him be in pain anymore, but knowing Kelly was nowhere near maxed out.

“I couldn’t watch that.” You whispered, hanging your head down as you felt guilt overcome you. You and Matt knew that Kelly wouldn’t want the meds, but they gave him the stuff that wasn’t an opioid so he shouldn’t have a problem coming off of them. You knew that, but Kelly hadn’t come to terms with that before going through the procedure, so you had to make the decision for him.

Matt kissed Kelly quickly before kneeling next to you. “Hey.” Matt whispered, pulling your face up to meet his. Matt wiped at the tears coming down your face, brushing them off with the pad of his thumb. “It’s alright. He needed it and you know it’s okay for him to have it.” Matt comforted, hating to see you crying.

You nodded, closing your eyes and leaning into Matt’s touch. “Will you lay with me?” You whispered. “He won’t wake up for a while.” You said, knowing that would be one of Matt’s reservations.

“Of course sweetheart.” Matt whispered, picking you up and gingerly climbing in before laying you on top of him, careful of the tubes that were attached to you.

An hour later, Will and Nat came up with Clarke to check on you and Kelly. They found Kelly fast asleep, his hand clutched in yours. You were laid on top of Matt, all three of you were fast asleep. Nat gently unhooked your Iv from the tubing without waking any of you up and all of your friends stepped out of the room, closing the door after turning off the lights. You all deserved this sleep, even if it would be short lived.

[endlesstwanted]

July Break 2024 Bingo, Masterpost

My masterpost for the @julybreakbingo 2024! I will still use these prompts but that’s what I got to post before the deadline ☀️

Lines and Coffees

☀️ Love interest/crush’s (insert) asks them out

☀️ Guilt over possibly taking advantage of a crush/love interest’s overly friendly nature

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Madame Web (2024) Julia Carpenter/Steve Rogers | G | Triple Drabble WARNINGS: Post-Movie: Madame Web (2024), Pre-Movie: The Avengers (2012) Summary: Steve runs into Julia studying in the library. Maybe they can stop meeting like that.

Are You Afraid? It’s Alright If You Are

☀️ Group that shares a mutual love interest work together to help them

Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Bruce Banner/Clint Barton/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark/Thor | G | 375 words Summary: The Avengers have their secret fears, and everyone knows how to deal with them.

Frozen In Time, But Not Stuck. Chapter 1: Man and Ice

☀️ Having feelings for someone they can’t remember

☀️ Having their feelings for another found out by a third party and/or group of others

Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers | T | Triple Drabble Summary: Steve visits Bucky in Wakanda

Hold Me, Please Don’t Let Me Go

☀️ Denying and/or refusing to accept their own complicated feelings for another

☀️ Going to sleep on different sides of the bed but waking up in each other’s arms

Fandom: Captain America (Movies) Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov | T | 434 words Summary: Steve and Natasha wake up in each other’s arms. They could talk about it, or they could keep cuddling.

Perfection Takes Time

☀️ Developing feelings for someone after seeing them in a different outfit

Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Loki/Steve Rogers | T | Double Drabble Summary: Steve admires Loki getting ready for dinner with their brother.

Loud Beat, Broken Beat, Lost Beat

☀️ Agreeing to give a hinge relationship a shot to make their love interest happy

Fandom: Challengers (Movie 2024) Tashi Donaldson, Art Donaldson, Patrick Zweig, Reader | G | 288 words Summary: A character study on Tashi and the image people have of her.

Love, Unfolded

☀️ Longing for two people specifically while not considering polyamory as an option

Fandom: Captain America (Movies) Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson | T | Double Drabble Summary: Natasha and Sam decide to do something about the fact that Steve has a crush on them.

I Have a Heartache that Won’t Go Away

☀️ Having feelings for their best friend but being happy that they’ve started dating someone else

Fandom: Chicago Fire Sylvie Brett/Joe Cruz/Brian "Otis" Zvonecek | T | 1k words Summary: With Sylvie in Fowlerton, Brian doesn’t know how to move forward with an empty room in their home. He talks to Joe about it, and they figure out their next move.

One Bed and a Million Questions

☀️ Encouraged to sleep and/or take a nap on their crush/love interest’s bed

Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Clint Barton/Steve Rogers | G | Triple Drabble Summary: An improvised road trip leads the Avengers to sleep on a road motel. Steve ends up sharing a single bed.

Zero Surprise From Our Side

☀️ Kissing the forehead/hand of the masc/top character

Fandom: Deux Moi (2019) Mélanie Brunet/Rémy Pelletier | G | 482 words Summary: One morning, Mélanie wakes up with a strange mark on her wrist. Only, it’s not like any other casual morning for her.

[sheetsonfire]

Firefight

Summary: Jay and Y/N are in a firefight.

Fandom: Chicago PD/Chicago Med

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Characters: Reader, Jay Halstead, Intelligence, Will Halstead, Sylvie Brett, Stella Kidd

Genre: Whump/Fluff

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2587

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You had an iron grip on your POLICE vest, vacant eyes glazed over as the past few hours replayed in your head; flashes of sound, snapshots of your own visceral panic as Jay caught two in his vest in the middle of a firefight.

[Flashback]

He was sprawled out in the middle of the street, caught short on a run for cover behind a vehicle. You looked on, bullets still flying as he stayed flat on his back, stunned and severely winded from the impact. You knew he’d be unable to move out of harm’s way as the firefight continued - playing dead was his best option in the moment, avoiding attention from the perps at all costs. You wanted to scream his name, desperate for any sign he was okay. You were assessing each angle and potential window to advance and drag Jay behind something, anything that you could use to shield him from any more bullets.

The others in the unit were sprawled out taking and returning fire just as you and Jay had been, you knew they wouldn’t be able to do much for Jay either. You just had to take a breath, focus, and bide your time.

The small mercy of luck was on your side, as only a maximum of two minutes had passed before patrol units advanced on the area and managed to overpower the assailants; disrupting the stand-off between them and your unit. It was your time to sprint over to Jay, skidding to a halt in the grey asphalt, plumes of dust around you as you checked him for any signs of bleeding or additional injury. His breaths were coming in harsh wheezes, blinking rapidly as though it would bring him to some clarity, he wanted to speak but only pained moans were manageable as he looked at you.

Your careful hands hover over him, quickly assessing his vest and the rest of his body.

A patrolman approaches, looking to assist you.

“Is he okay, detective? Do you need help?” You nod at them in thanks,

“He got hit hard, but the vest did its job. He just needs the ambo to take him to Med, can you check an ETA?”

“Of course, I’ll go see where they’re at.”

“Appreciate it.”

You turn back to Jay who’s mumbling profanities, his ears are ringing from the gunfire that flew over his position on the ground, hot streaks of pain surrounding his ribs.

“Hey, hey… it’s okay, the vest caught it. I can’t see any other wounds. Just take it slow, in and out, focus on me, okay?”

Your voice is gentle, like a far away dreamlike murmur, but a warm sensation on his cheeks brings him back to focus on your worried expression… that warmth is your hands, you’re cradling his face so softly, stroking a thumb across his stubbled cheek.

“The ambo is on its way, partner. And no protests, I think you’ve fractured a rib, if not broken. Internal bleeding is a risk. So just keep still, alright?”

Jay would protest under normal circumstances, but your concern and the agony combined only serve for him to let out a hoarse, “M’kay…y’ sound like… Will, ugh…”

You shake your head with a small laugh, even now he was finding a way to make a quip. You can’t help but tease…

“Somebody has to babysit your chaotic ass when Will can’t.”

Slowly, with a wince, he raises the arm that hurts the least to hold onto your free wrist, stroking softly at the pulse point there, sensing you need to know that he really is okay, all things considered. You look at his hand and then back at him, a tearful but relieved smile forming on your face.

You were about to say something when Ambulance 61 pulled up, dispersing the emotional energy between you and Jay as Sylvie and Stella jogged over with a backboard and the jump bag.

“Hey, Jay… getting into trouble again, huh?” Sylvie asks, checking him over as Stella holds his head still.

“You good, Halstead?” Stella smiles, brow bunched with concern. Jay attempts to wave them both off but hisses as a sharp twinge follows moving his arm upwards so fast.

You instantly lay a hand on his leg, squeezing softly to silently reassure him but not interrupt your friends working on him.

Stella and Sylvie don’t miss that gentle touch, but they don’t say anything, wondering if you had both finally admitted to each other how you really feel.

“You’re okay Jay, just keep still. You’re not bleeding but the impact was significant, let’s keep you nice and steady until Med can get an X-Ray, maybe even a CT scan…”

Jay nods, facial expression written in annoyance that he physically couldn’t just pretend he was all good to go and get on with the rest of his day.

“You got it… fuck!”

Jay can’t help his grumbles as they slowly move him onto the backboard, both paramedics apologising as they secure him.

“S’ not your fault… all good. Holy shit.” The pain loses its edge ever so slightly once he’s back on a flat surface, focusing on even breaths as best he can.

“Y/N, Halstead!” It’s Voight and the rest of your team, having secured the scene, jogging over to where they’re currently loading Jay into the back of the ambulance.

Hank comes to a stop by your side, a reassuring hand on your back.

“You alright? Is he okay?” Hank queries, Hailey’s coming to squeeze your shoulder. The rest of the team calls out reassurances and well wishes to Jay who feebly shows a weak thumbs up. Your body was thrumming with adrenaline, itching to climb into the ambulance with Jay and see him safely to Med. You turn back to Voight.

“I’m fine, he’s… he took two to his vest, no bleeders but the impact was intense. Suspected fracture or break on his ribs, they’re gonna check for internal bleeding too. He’s got oxygen to make breathing easier.”

Hank nods, “Okay, you get in that Ambo, we’ll come by once we’ve sorted this mess out.”

“Thank you, Sarge, I’ll keep you in the loop.” You smile thankfully and say your quick goodbyes to the rest of the unit. Hoisting yourself in the back of the Ambo you join Sylvie, and Jay who is watching you with half open eyes.

You reach forward, now your turn to stroke your thumb across the back of his hand, soothing a scratch he’d obtained from the fall. He flips his palm so it’s touching your palm, folding his own fingers into yours, squeezing gently. Your heart is skittering in your chest, the adrenaline is in full flow and you don’t know where to put it, your fondness for Jay had been put into stark clarity by watching his life be put in serious danger for yet another time.

“I’m… ‘kay… don’t worry.” Jay tries to reassure you through the oxygen mask, voice strained from the pain, vest now thankfully loosened to avoid adding additional pressure to his injuries.

[End of Flashback]

That was earlier, and now you’re in the break room where Will had let you be in peace whilst he went to chase up the progress on examining Jay.

The door opening makes you jump a good foot off the couch, you breathe out sharply as you finally let go of your vest. You look exhausted, the day finally catching up with you. Will holds his hands up, smiling sheepishly,

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you… He’s fine, as good as you can be from an impact so close range. Definitely a rib fracture, lots of heavy bruising, he’ll need to rest and be on light duty for at least a month if not more. He was at risk for internal bleeding but they think that with sufficient caution he can avoid further complications.”

“If we can keep him still.” You muse, Will chuckles and nods.

“Yeah, if we can do that… You wanna see him and yell at him for being a dumbass? I’ve already had my turn.”

You try to hide your eagerness but you get up immediately, squeezing Will’s arm in thanks as you follow him to the bed they’ve put Jay in.

Jay’s propped up in bed, ribs and chest fully supported in a bandage as he is hooked up to the monitors and what you suspect are some decent painkillers, judging by his sleepy and spaced out expression. They’ve swapped the full mask for the nasal cannula. He smiles dopily when he sees you, eyes twinkling. Will smiles fondly at the scene, leaving to check on some other things whilst you have your moment.

“Hey, partner.” Jay hums, gesturing with his head to encourage you closer.

You step further into the room, coming to sit in the chair by his side.

“Hey… feeling better?” You watch him carefully, looking for any signs of discomfort or something the doctors could have missed, despite your confidence in them.

“Much, they’ve got me on the good stuff. And Will has already been mother-henning the shit out of me, so don’t worry, alright?”

Jay knows exactly what he’s doing when he disarms you with that smile of his, and your worried brow softens.

“Okay… I’ll try to worry less, but you scared the fuck out of me, Jay. So don’t do that again…” Your head drops, your emotions come surging back to the front of your mind and you can feel salty hot tears welling, cheeks pink from mild embarrassment.

“Y/N… Look at me.” You glance up and he’s smiling sympathetically, there’s a beat of just looking at each other and then…“Come here, baby.”

You look at the space that’s free next to him, and you think for a second you’ve fallen asleep in the break room and made this whole thing up. Jay Halstead, love of your life, had just called you “Baby”, and was now wanting you to sit in his hospital bed with him.

You’re frozen for a brief moment until you find yourself doing something very forward, you’re shimmying as best you can onto his bed, absolutely terrified of jostling him, but you manage it. And he sighs happily, letting his hand slip back into yours.

You’re caressing along his forearm, feeling the realness of him beneath your fingertips. He’s watching you with curious and adoring eyes… with a bite of your lip, you find the words you’ve needed to say for a while now.

“Jay… I’m just gonna say things, okay? And you can just listen… I know our job, I love our job, wouldn’t trade it for anything. And I know we get hurt, we put ourselves out there for good reason, but I can’t go through a day like today again… not without telling you that I’m so into you. It’s stupid and painful and it drives me crazy, but fuck, I love you. Totally cool if you don’t feel that way, or need time or-” You’re in full flow, rambling away letting your heart say its piece when Jay’s voice pulls you back into the room, his hand still firmly clasped in yours.

“Y/N…”

You swallow hard, scared to look into his eyes but you brave it all the same. “Yeah, Jay?”

“Can we kiss now?” His eyebrows are quizzical, that smile still on his face. You feel safe, secure. It’s a solid bet, you think, that he just might happen to feel the same.

“Yeah, yeah… I think we can….Does that mean you-”

You don’t get to finish your insecure question, he’s tugging at the badge around your neck, using the chain to pull you in, with as much energy as he can muster. You place your hand on his thigh as you lean in; both of you in dire need of a drink and some chapstick, the smell of gunpowder ever so faint, but it’s everything you’ve needed. Everything you’ve been craving.

Holding each other as best you can, leaning deeper into the kiss with a faint moan. Your gentle fingertips massaging the nape of his neck, heartbeat thundering under your chest.

“I knew it! I goddamn knew it! Kev, pay up.” The sound of Adam’s voice breaks you apart, both of you with rosy blushes as Jay flips Adam off half heartedly. You carefully shimmy back off the bed and stand by Jay’s side instead, not sure who to look at.

You clear your throat, “Hi guys, Sarge…”

Adam has a supremely smug look as Kevin slips him twenty dollars. Hailey is shaking her head but can’t help the smile at the two of you, Kim may or may not have been snapping a few photos before Adam interrupted. Even Hank is smiling slightly, arms folded as he leans against the doorway.

Hank nods at Jay, “How you feelin’ kid?”

“Sore, but uh, I’m good, Sarge. I’ll be alright soon enough.”

“I’m sure. But you do as they say, take the time you need.”

“I will. Thanks…”

One by one they each get a proper conversation with Jay, giving him small offerings of his favourite snacks and drinks.

“Here you are, Chuckles. Helps with the overnight stay.” Trudy hands him a sleep mask and earbuds, looking around the room with disdain like she could be forced to stay in her own hospital room at any moment.

“Thanks, Sarge. Appreciate it.”

They all say their farewells until it’s just Hank left.

“I know you’ve had this speech before Halstead, and Y/N I’m sure you know how I feel about relationships in my unit…”

“Sergeant, I… we-'' Hank holds up a shushing hand.

“It’s fine. Just keep doing your jobs the way you do them, keep it civil and professional, and we’ll be alright. I know I don’t have to tell you what will happen if I see signs of trouble. Whatever it is, make sure you handle it right, and we’re good.”

“You’ve got it, Sergeant.”

“That’ll be no problem, Sarge.”

“Good. I’ll come by at lunch tomorrow. Call me if you need anything.”

“See you tomorrow, Sergeant.”

“Thanks again, Sarge,”

Hank makes his usual acknowledging grunt before giving you both a farewell wave, meandering back out towards the exit.

There was silence, just the sounds of the hospital hubbub and Jay’s machines around you…

Jay clears his throat.

“So, uh…” Jay’s eyebrows are raised, teasing.

“Yeah… are we… something?” Your face is half smile and half pensive worry that he might change his mind.

“I really would like us to be something. And judging by your declaration of love earlier…” He grins, teasingly poking your side…

“You are such a dick.” You playfully swat his arm.

“Mhm, but apparently I’m your dick.” Fingertips dance across your skin, a gentle grip on your elbow brings you down to his face once more, you glance at his lips, now softer from some water and Kim’s offering of chapstick.

“Hm, yes. Yes, you are.” Closing the gap as you brush your lips against his, holding his face softly as you relax into his kiss, his hand is beautifully warm on your waist, a quiet grunt escapes Jay as moving his arm causes tension in his ribs…

A cough to get your attention yet again breaks you apart,

“This is not the rest that was prescribed to you.” A figure with folded arms, scrubs and a sly grin stands in the doorway.

Jay huffs, his hand still firmly on your waist…

“Fuck off, Will.”

…

Fin.

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Stitches // 17

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Summary: Frank fears he'll become the person he used to be at the end of it all.

Warnings: angst, cursing, mention of blood and broken bones, knife violence

Raise your hand if you're worried about how this is all going to play out 😬🙋🏽‍♀️

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 BONUS

MASTERLIST

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Y/N’s POV

This can’t be happening

“Is she going to be alright?” Frank squeezed my shoulder as we looked at her through the glass door of the ICU room she’s in. My sweet Amy is hooked up to so many machines, I could barely recognize her.

“She suffered a lot of trauma to her chest cavity and skull. She has two broken ribs and there is minor swelling in her brain from the impact, we’re monitoring that closely for any changes at all. The trauma she experienced to her head has her in a coma and even though we are hopeful that she’d wake up, there is the possibility that she might not.” hot tears flowed from my eyes as I broke down in Frank’s arms; this wasn’t supposed to happen. How could this happen?

“Are we allowed to go in at least?”

“You can.”

“Thank you doc.” Frank tried his best to comfort me, rubbing his hand up and down the length of my back. I could barely breathe from the intensity of my sobs into his chest.

“Sweetheart, it’s going to be alright shhhh, forget what he said, Amy’s strong she’s going to wake up sooner or later.” he kissed my forehead, holding onto me tighter in the process. I heard the familiar sound of Matt’s cane tapping the ground and turned my head in the direction it’s coming from; Matt, Foggy and Karen followed Brett over to us.

“Y/N- Oh God.” Karen gasped and looked away from the room.

“Where is that son of a bitch, Mahoney?” we know Amy was with Jacob and they found her in his car, we have yet to get any word about how he’s doing or if he survived at all. I could feel Frank’s anger radiating off of him, we both need answers as to what went down tonight and he has them.

“We should talk in the room.” pulling away I sucked in a deep breath and waddled into the room with Brett and Frank trailing behind. I pulled the chair closer to her and sat down, gently taking her hand in mine.

“The department got a call from one of the residents in the nearby complex about the car crash and by the time the first responders arrived on the scene they only found Amy pinned in the front seat, the driver was long gone.”

—

Frank’s POV

“You’re telling me that bastard left her there and didn’t bother to call for help.”

I am livid, Jacob better hope that I don’t find him because he’ll wish that he had died behind that wheel when I get my hands on him. She could have died out there tonight and he walks away, fuck that.

“We don’t even know who the driver is-”

“Jacob Whitman, nineteen, about six foot tall, grey eyes, lean built. That’s the asshole that did this to her.” my hands gripped onto the foot of the bed in a death grip, my knuckles turning white as the image of the guy flashed before my eyes.

“Well damn, you wouldn’t happen to know his address also?” reaching forward I held onto her ankle and gently rubbed it; stay strong for me kid.

“No.”

Lie, I knew all there is to know about that prick, his birthday, favourite place to eat, places he frequents, his ailing mother warded at Metro Gen, all of it. Mahoney doesn’t need to know that though at least not until after I have a little chat with him.

“Okay, well at least I have something to start with.” he turned to leave but paused in his tracks.

“I’m sorry this happened, you guys have been through a lot already and I know how much the kid means to you both, especially you Frank. She’ll pull through this.” I nodded silently thanking him and he left. Not two seconds later the trio came in and I straightened up.

“Can you guys stay with Y/N while I go look for this asshole?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Frank..” Y/N called out to me, I know that tone very well. She’s warning me not to go kill the bastard but I'm really not up for taking orders from anyone. Amy’s in a hospital bed with a tube down her throat while that bastard is roaming freely.

“Don’t, sweetheart. You told me to ignore my suspicions and I did, maybe if I had told her not to go with him we wouldn’t be here. You told me to trust her judgement and this is what happened, she’s hooked up to so many damn wires with a machine keeping her alive.” I don’t have it in me to get into an argument with Y/N over this, it’s not her fault that any of this happened.

“You’re blaming me for this?”

“I’m not blaming you, I’m blaming myself.” without another word I stepped out into the hallway with Red hot on my trail.

“Now’s not the time, Red.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“The hell you are.”

“Look, I know you and I have our differences but I know how much Amy means to you both so if I can help, I’ll help.” I gave him a once over and patted him on his shoulder in the process.

“You can help me by staying here with Y/N and the kid.”

—

People really shouldn’t leave their windows unlocked, especially the ones that lead to their fire escapes, you never know who or what can get in.

The sound of running water from the bathroom is the only sound filling this crappy ass apartment that Jacob is holed up in. I quietly manoeuvred further into his place, careful not to knock anything over in doing so.

I could handle this two ways, I can make myself comfortable and wait for him to finish his shower or I can bust in there and beat the shit out of him. Fuck that.

Option two it is.

I kicked the door in and crossed the room to the shower, his eyes looked like they were going to fall out his head, hell I just might knock them out myself.

“No-” my clenched fist connected with his temple, successfully knocking him out with one blow. Before he could drop to the floor I grabbed and dragged him out to his living room, dropping him down onto one of his chairs.

Taking the zip ties I brought with me out of my pocket I secured him to the chair, fighting the urge to gut him right here. I can’t kill him yet, I need to know what really went down in that car tonight; he has the answers and I am more than willing to beat them out of him if I have to.

There’s a gash on his leg, cuts and bruises scattered on his face and chest as well. He’s banged up pretty good, it should’ve been him in the hospital fighting to stay alive instead of her. Soon enough he’s going to wake up and wish that he hadn’t taken her out on that date.

—

Y/N’s POV

“We were doing so good, neither one of us getting into any kind of trouble as we moved forward with being a family. Christ, we’re about to have a little boy of our own and now Amy’s…she’s, God, why?”

I want to scream all my frustrations out and don’t stop until my lungs give out. I brushed my thumb on the back of her hand, forced to listen as the machine breathed for her. Although he said that he blamed himself for her being in this position, I know that there’s also a part of him that blamed me as well. I blame myself for completely letting my guard down, believing that Jacob was nothing more than just a regular guy that liked Amy.

“I’m the one at fault here, I should’ve listened to him in the beginning. If I had-”

“Aye, don’t do that. You couldn’t have known, this is not your fault at all.”

“It sure feels like it.”

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Frank’s POV

Jacob groaned in pain, slowly waking up from the blow to the head. Dropping the magazine next to the knife on the table I kept my eyes trained on him as he took in his surroundings before landing his gaze on me.

“Morning sunshine, we need to talk.”

“How di-”

“What happened in that car, Jacob?” the muscles in my jaw ticked the longer I looked at the naked son of a bitch who chose to stay quiet. Lightly nodding I picked up the knife and stabbed the tip into the wooden table, twisting it, creating a dent in the tabletop.

“Don’t make me ask the same question twice, it won't end well for you.” he gulped as he looked at the weapon in my grasp.

“None of that was supposed to happen, I swear.” his lips quivered in fear as I rose to my feet.

“I was taking her to the waterfront to see the city lights, Amy was the one that swerved the car.” that made absolutely no sense to me, why would she crash the car if he was innocently taking her there? There’s more to that story.

“Amy wouldn’t have crashed the car unless she had a pretty damned good reason. Why’d she do it?” again, silence.

“Ahhhh!” Jacob’s screams filled the space as I pushed the blade deep into his thigh until it reached the handle, definitely doing some damage to his nerve, I couldn’t care less.

“You’re crazy!”

“Trust me, you don’t want to see how crazy I can be.” winding my hand in the mass of hair that sat on his head I yanked him backwards, forcing him to look up at me.

“You listen to me very carefully, you put my kid in the hospital and I’m ready to send you to the morgue for that but I need to know what happened tonight before I do.” he screamed again as I twisted the knife further.

“A man! That’s what I was taking her there for!”

Now we’re getting somewhere.

“I don’t know who he is or his name, he’s somewhat of a regular at the diner, he always requested that Amy serve him every time he came in. I never questioned why because he tipped her good and we could use all the tips we could get.”

“Description.”

“Caucasion, my height, brown hair, he always wears a suit, mid to late forties.”

Fisk probably has this man on his payroll, wouldn't put it past the bastard to send his men after her.

“During my third week working there he asked me if I wanted to make some extra money on the side and I blindly said yes without knowing what I was getting myself into.” The more he spoke the less I wanted to choke the life out of him. He’s just a kid that got caught up with the wrong people. Releasing him, I sat down in my seat again.

“What’d he offer you?”

“He said he’d pay me to get closer to her and get to know her better and report to him whatever information I got. That was our initial deal, then he called three days ago and said he’d pay me a large sum of money if I brought her to the waterfront this morning at one.”

“How much was my little girl worth asshole?”

“One million and before you say anything know that I couldn’t pass that kind of cash up. I have to take care of my mom and pay for college at the same time.”

Don't kill him Frank, there's a different way to deal with this.

“She told me to take her home and I refused, that’s when she grabbed the wheel and we crashed into a building.”

“And you left her there to die, you didn’t bother to try to get her out of there.”

“She was out cold and trapped. I’m such an idiot, I shouldn’t have gotten into this. I should’ve told him no-” his cries got drowned out by the blaring of his phone ringing on the table, unknown caller ID.

“You’re going to talk and forget that I’m even here. You say anything out of the ordinary I will not hesitate to snap your neck.”

“Okay..” I swiped to answer it and put it on speaker, Jacob swallowed before speaking.

“Hello.”

“What happened, Jacob?” a gruff voice came through the phone, I have never met this person before, his voice is foreign to me.

“There was an accident, she knew something was off.”

“Why didn’t you sedate her like I instructed?”

“I couldn’t.”

“Well now she’s in the hospital fighting to stay alive because of your stupid mistake. You better pray she survives or else I’ll pay dear old mom a visit before I kill you myself.” The call ended and I tossed the phone back on the table, Jacob hyperventilating at the mystery man’s threat.

Threatening the kid is one thing but bringing his sick mother into this only increases my desire to find this asshole.

“Listen kid, that bastard is not going to do anything to your mother alright.”

“You don’t know that Mr. Castiglione.”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, kid. I’ll help you out of this mess but you have to promise me something.” he nodded frantically with his bloodshot eyes glued to my every move.

“I let you live and you walk away from this, all of it. I’ll get to the bottom of this mess and after that I don’t want to see you around, you’re going to leave Amy behind, forget about her completely. I don’t suppose I have to make that any more clearer to you.”

“N-no sir.”

“Good and another thing-” I balled my fist and punched him square in the face, I’m obviously still pissed off at the asshole.

“The next time a lady tells you to take her home, you take her home.” he groaned in pain and I left him there, using his front door this time.

Fucking asshole.

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By the time I made it back to the hospital, the sun began to make its way into the sky, waking the city in its rise. Y/N fell asleep with her head on Amy’s hospital bed, still holding on to the kid’s hand.

How am I going to tell her someone’s after the kid?

We finally got to a good place, our son could be here any day now and with this, I fear I might slip back into old habits. I can’t do that to my family, I can’t afford to be that person again but I also can’t sit back and wait until Mahoney solves this.

I worked so hard on being a better man for my family and now this shit happens. No matter how many times I try to escape this part of me it always finds a way to rare its ugly head and I fear that it'll end up consuming me in the end.

Christ.

I wanted to kill Jacob, I wanted to watch the life drain out of his eyes as I drove the knife repeatedly into his body but in that moment all I heard was Amy's voice telling me not too. That piece of scum better take my advice and leave or else I'll really kill him for playing with her heart.

“Hey sweetheart.” my lips ghosted her cheek as I gently woke her up, she needs to lie down on a proper bed to sleep otherwise she’s going to have severe back pain later on.

“Frank?” rubbing her eyes, she sat up and released a heavy sigh.

“I should take you home to get some rest, we can come back later to check up on her.” she shook her head no and leaned back into her seat.

“Sweetheart.”

“Did you find him?” her hands rested on her bump as she spoke, averting her eyes from Amy’s unconscious body.

I can either lie and spare her the extra stress or tell the truth and have to restrain her from going out there to find this man herself. Come on Castle, make a decision.

“Frank?”

“No, he was long gone by the time I got to his place."

I feel bad for lying to her but it's for her own good, at least that's what I'm telling myself.

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