Summary: Your life was simple. Ordinary. Lonely. Until everything changed. Until a monster, straight out of your favorite TV show, attacked you.
Turns out, the world you escaped to for comfort is very real. And so is Dean Winchester...
She wasn’t part of the plan. A stranger who somehow landed in the middle of the Winchesters’ world. But with a past she doesn’t fully understand and a kind of magic they’ve never seen before, she might be the key to more than just surviving the trials ahead. And for Dean, she might be the one thing he never saw coming.
SEQUELS TO ORDINARY
⠂⠂⠂A BREAK ⠂⠂⠂
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Rating: 18+, Mature
Word count: 38 k
Chapters: 10
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Summary: You only wanted a break. Just one week of quiet mornings, crackling fires, and no hunts. Dean’s idea of Heaven.
But breaks don’t come easy for hunters. And not everything that looks like paradise is safe.
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Story tags: Plus-Size reader, Reader is from a different reality, Established Relationship, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Monster of the Week, Post-Trials, Canon Divergence, Blood Magic, Dean Winchester In Love, Possessive Dean Winchester, Smut, Sex, Tension, Trauma, Body Worship POV Second person, POV Alternating, No use of y/n, Ordinary sequel
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
⠂★ ⠂A WILD RIDE ⠂★ ⠂
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fiancée!Reader (plus-size, f)
Rating: 18+, Mature
Word count: 36 k
Chapters: 8
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Summary: Dean never asked for more than pie, beer, and a quiet night in front of the TV with you. What he got instead was a surprise that pulled him straight into one of his oldest daydreams. For a guy who never figured he’d have much of a future, living out a fantasy with you is about as good as it gets.
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Story tags: Plus-Size reader, Reader is from a different reality, Established Relationship, Fluff, Smut, Monster of the Week, Post-Trials, Canon Divergence, Blood Magic, Dean Winchester In Love, Possessive Dean Winchester, Smut, Sex, Fun, Body Worship POV Second person, POV Alternating, No use of y/n, Ordinary sequel
CHAPTER 1: Surprise
CHAPTER 2: Outfit
CHAPTER 3: Sheriff
CHAPTER 4: Ride
CHAPTER 5: Game
CHAPTER 6: Need
CHAPTER 7: Outlaw
CHAPTER 8: Hunt
⠂୨୧ ⠂A PROMISE ⠂୨୧ ⠂
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fiancée!Reader (plus-size, f)
Rating: 18+, Mature
Word count: 170 k
Chapters: 21
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Summary: After everything you’ve survived, you’d think planning a wedding would be easy. It’s not. Between blood magic, Vegas, and Dean Winchester’s version of a bachelor party, ordinary still isn’t in your vocabulary. But maybe this time, you can get close.
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Story tags: Plus-Size reader, Reader is from a different reality, Established Relationship, Fluff, Smut, Angst, Wedding prep, Bachelor party, Post-Trials, Canon Divergence, Blood Magic, Dean Winchester In Love, Possessive Dean Winchester, Sex, Drama, POV Second person, POV Alternating, No use of y/n, Ordinary sequel
CHAPTER 1: Permission
CHAPTER 2: Decision
CHAPTER 3: Binding
CHAPTER 4: Sacrifice
CHAPTER 5: Vegas
CHAPTER 6: Rescue
CHAPTER 7: Reunion
CHAPTER 8: Gamble
CHAPTER 9: Truth
CHAPTER 10: Distance
CHAPTER 11: Effort
CHAPTER 12: Breakthrough
CHAPTER 13: Connection
CHAPTER 14: Heaven
CHAPTER 15: Anchor
CHAPTER 16: Aftermath
CHAPTER 17: Planning
CHAPTER 18: Preparation
CHAPTER 19: Vows
CHAPTER 20: Celebration
CHAPTER 21: Promise
-- IN YOUR SKIN --
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Wife!Reader (plus-size, f)
Rating: 18+, Mature
Word count: 44 k
Chapters: 6
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Summary: A small blood spell was supposed to be harmless. By morning, you’re in Dean’s body, Dean is in yours, and the two of you are stuck navigating a magical disaster that is absurd, inconvenient, and way too personal.
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Story tags: Plus-Size reader, Reader is from a different reality, Body swap, Blood Magic, Smut, Sex, POV Dean Winchester, Canon Divergence, Dean Winchester In Love, Married Dean Winchester, POV Second person, POV Alternating, No use of y/n, Ordinary sequel
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
°⛧. WHAT COMES OUT ⛧°。
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Wife!Reader (plus-size, f)
Rating: 18+, Mature
Word count: -
Chapters: -
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Summary: Heaven finally calls in the favor it’s been holding over your head since the day you came back from the dead. To repay it, you, Dean, and Sam have to go through Purgatory and into Hell itself to retrieve the Lance of Michael. But Hell has been closed for a long time, and the things trapped inside have not forgotten who locked the door. Some promises survive the dark. Others come back changed...
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Story tags: Plus-Size reader, Reader is from a different reality, Action, Violence, Angst, Drama, Blood Magic, Blood play, Smut, Rough sex, Emotional strain, Moral conflict, POV Dean Winchester, Canon Divergence, Married Dean Winchester, POV Second person, POV Alternating, No use of y/n, Ordinary sequel
CHAPTER 1: To Hell And Back Again
CHAPTER 2: The Descent
CHAPTER 3: There Will Be Blood
CHAPTER 4: Dead Man Walking
CHAPTER 5: What Lies Beneath
CHAPTER 6: Point Blank
CHAPTER 7: The Man Who Wasn’t There
CHAPTER 8: Taken
CHAPTER 9: The Cabin in The Woods
CHAPTER 10: Misery
CHAPTER 11: Weird Science
ONESHOTS FROM ORDINARY UNIVERSE
Note: Can be read as a standalone, but beware of spoilers if you're reading Ordinary and haven’t finished it yet.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Rating: 18+, Mature
A KNIGHT'S TALE
Tags: smut, sexual tension, goofy, LARP, medieval cosplay, POV alternating, Dean x girlfriend!reader
FEELING ALIVE
Tags: smut, established relationship, threesome, a bit of angst, POV alternating, endverse!Dean x girlfriend!reader x Dean
TELL THE TRUTH
Tags: fluff, light angst, established relationship, trust issues, Sam is hiding something, POV alternating, Dean x fiancée!reader
A BREAK (smutty one-shot)
Tags: Plus-Size reader, Sex, Dean on top, possesive!Dean, self-esteem issues, body worship, established relationship, POV Dean Winchester, POV alternating
PIES AND STEAKS
Tags: Plus-Size reader, Oral Sex - female receiving, possesive!Dean, body worship, established relationship, POV Dean Winchester, POV alternating
TAKE CHARGE
Tags: Plus-Size reader, Oral Sex - male receiving, female masturbation, chains, blindfold, teasing, whimpering Dean, pathetic Dean, married!Dean, POV Dean Winchester, POV alternating, POV second person
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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Rating: 18+, Mature
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Tags: Plus-Size reader, Reader is from a different reality, Slow Burn, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Self-Esteem Issues, Season/Series 08, Trials, Canon Divergence, Blood Magic, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Second person, POV Alternating, No use of y/n
A/N: This is a 53-chapter fic filled with slow burn, smut, angst, and plenty of plot twists.
Summary: Your life was simple. Ordinary. Lonely. Until everything changed. Until a monster, straight out of your favorite TV show, attacked you.
Turns out, the world you escaped to for comfort is very real. And so is Dean Winchester...
She wasn’t part of the plan. A stranger who somehow landed in the middle of the Winchesters’ world. But with a past she doesn’t fully understand and a kind of magic they’ve never seen before, she might be the key to more than just surviving the trials ahead. And for Dean, she might be the one thing he never saw coming.
SEQUELS TO ORDINARY
⠂⠂⠂A BREAK ⠂⠂⠂
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Rating: 18+, Mature
Word count: 38 k
Chapters: 10
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Summary: You only wanted a break. Just one week of quiet mornings, crackling fires, and no hunts. Dean’s idea of Heaven.
But breaks don’t come easy for hunters. And not everything that looks like paradise is safe.
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Story tags: Plus-Size reader, Reader is from a different reality, Established Relationship, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Monster of the Week, Post-Trials, Canon Divergence, Blood Magic, Dean Winchester In Love, Possessive Dean Winchester, Smut, Sex, Tension, Trauma, Body Worship POV Second person, POV Alternating, No use of y/n, Ordinary sequel
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
⠂★ ⠂A WILD RIDE ⠂★ ⠂
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fiancée!Reader (plus-size, f)
Rating: 18+, Mature
Word count: 36 k
Chapters: 8
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Summary: Dean never asked for more than pie, beer, and a quiet night in front of the TV with you. What he got instead was a surprise that pulled him straight into one of his oldest daydreams. For a guy who never figured he’d have much of a future, living out a fantasy with you is about as good as it gets.
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Story tags: Plus-Size reader, Reader is from a different reality, Established Relationship, Fluff, Smut, Monster of the Week, Post-Trials, Canon Divergence, Blood Magic, Dean Winchester In Love, Possessive Dean Winchester, Smut, Sex, Fun, Body Worship POV Second person, POV Alternating, No use of y/n, Ordinary sequel
CHAPTER 1: Surprise
CHAPTER 2: Outfit
CHAPTER 3: Sheriff
CHAPTER 4: Ride
CHAPTER 5: Game
CHAPTER 6: Need
CHAPTER 7: Outlaw
CHAPTER 8: Hunt
⠂୨୧ ⠂A PROMISE ⠂୨୧ ⠂
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fiancée!Reader (plus-size, f)
Rating: 18+, Mature
Word count: 170 k
Chapters: 21
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Summary: After everything you’ve survived, you’d think planning a wedding would be easy. It’s not. Between blood magic, Vegas, and Dean Winchester’s version of a bachelor party, ordinary still isn’t in your vocabulary. But maybe this time, you can get close.
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Story tags: Plus-Size reader, Reader is from a different reality, Established Relationship, Fluff, Smut, Angst, Wedding prep, Bachelor party, Post-Trials, Canon Divergence, Blood Magic, Dean Winchester In Love, Possessive Dean Winchester, Sex, Drama, POV Second person, POV Alternating, No use of y/n, Ordinary sequel
CHAPTER 1: Permission
CHAPTER 2: Decision
CHAPTER 3: Binding
CHAPTER 4: Sacrifice
CHAPTER 5: Vegas
CHAPTER 6: Rescue
CHAPTER 7: Reunion
CHAPTER 8: Gamble
CHAPTER 9: Truth
CHAPTER 10: Distance
CHAPTER 11: Effort
CHAPTER 12: Breakthrough
CHAPTER 13: Connection
CHAPTER 14: Heaven
CHAPTER 15: Anchor
CHAPTER 16: Aftermath
CHAPTER 17: Planning
CHAPTER 18: Preparation
CHAPTER 19: Vows
CHAPTER 20: Celebration
CHAPTER 21: Promise
-- IN YOUR SKIN --
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Wife!Reader (plus-size, f)
Rating: 18+, Mature
Word count: 44 k
Chapters: 6
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Summary: A small blood spell was supposed to be harmless. By morning, you’re in Dean’s body, Dean is in yours, and the two of you are stuck navigating a magical disaster that is absurd, inconvenient, and way too personal.
⸻
Story tags: Plus-Size reader, Reader is from a different reality, Body swap, Blood Magic, Smut, Sex, POV Dean Winchester, Canon Divergence, Dean Winchester In Love, Married Dean Winchester, POV Second person, POV Alternating, No use of y/n, Ordinary sequel
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
°⛧. WHAT COMES OUT ⛧°。
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Wife!Reader (plus-size, f)
Rating: 18+, Mature
Word count: -
Chapters: -
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Summary: Heaven finally calls in the favor it’s been holding over your head since the day you came back from the dead. To repay it, you, Dean, and Sam have to go through Purgatory and into Hell itself to retrieve the Lance of Michael. But Hell has been closed for a long time, and the things trapped inside have not forgotten who locked the door. Some promises survive the dark. Others come back changed...
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Story tags: Plus-Size reader, Reader is from a different reality, Action, Violence, Angst, Drama, Blood Magic, Blood play, Smut, Rough sex, Emotional strain, Moral conflict, POV Dean Winchester, Canon Divergence, Married Dean Winchester, POV Second person, POV Alternating, No use of y/n, Ordinary sequel
CHAPTER 1: To Hell And Back Again
CHAPTER 2: The Descent
CHAPTER 3: There Will Be Blood
CHAPTER 4: Dead Man Walking
CHAPTER 5: What Lies Beneath
CHAPTER 6: Point Blank
CHAPTER 7: The Man Who Wasn’t There
CHAPTER 8: Taken
CHAPTER 9: The Cabin in The Woods
CHAPTER 10: Misery
CHAPTER 11: Weird Science
ONESHOTS FROM ORDINARY UNIVERSE
Note: Can be read as a standalone, but beware of spoilers if you're reading Ordinary and haven’t finished it yet.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Rating: 18+, Mature
A KNIGHT'S TALE
Tags: smut, sexual tension, goofy, LARP, medieval cosplay, POV alternating, Dean x girlfriend!reader
FEELING ALIVE
Tags: smut, established relationship, threesome, a bit of angst, POV alternating, endverse!Dean x girlfriend!reader x Dean
TELL THE TRUTH
Tags: fluff, light angst, established relationship, trust issues, Sam is hiding something, POV alternating, Dean x fiancée!reader
A BREAK (smutty one-shot)
Tags: Plus-Size reader, Sex, Dean on top, possesive!Dean, self-esteem issues, body worship, established relationship, POV Dean Winchester, POV alternating
PIES AND STEAKS
Tags: Plus-Size reader, Oral Sex - female receiving, possesive!Dean, body worship, established relationship, POV Dean Winchester, POV alternating
TAKE CHARGE
Tags: Plus-Size reader, Oral Sex - male receiving, female masturbation, chains, blindfold, teasing, whimpering Dean, pathetic Dean, married!Dean, POV Dean Winchester, POV alternating, POV second person
"You meet Sam and Dean Winchester on a hot summer afternoon when you’re seven. You don’t know it yet, but they will become the most important part of your life."
WARNINGS
This story is Sam x reader x Dean, as well as Dean x reader and Sam x reader.
Specific warnings can be found on the individual chapters, but here are some general ones I found important to mention ahead of time.
Neglectful parents. Referenced sexual abuse. Polyamory. Heartbreak. Pregnancy & child birth. Explicit sexual content.
A NOTE ON CANON DIVERGENCE
I've taken some big liberties with canon (I hardly know her) that will become apparent while reading, but here is the gist of it:
Mary Campbell makes a deal for her lover's life with a cross-roads demon and is killed by it ten years later. John goes on the hunt for the demon and takes his infant and toddler sons with him. Sam isn't fed demon blood. The brothers aren't the warriors chosen by heaven and hell to fight an apocalyptic battle.
They are just boys, not loved enough or not the right way. Rough around the edges.
They spend their summers at Bobby Singer's house in Sioux Falls. This is where they meet you.
PARTS & CHAPTER OVERVIEW
New chapters on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
PROLOGUE - If only things could be like this forever
PART I masterlist
PART II masterlist
PART III masterlist
PART IV masterlist
PART V masterlist
I want to thank @kblognar for their amazing help with this fic, for getting my head straight when I went down the rabbit hole and for loving the bbys probably nearly as much as I do. I also want to thank @ambiguous-avery @aniresrene @bettystonewell @jollyreads @aseafullofstars, all of who I have yapped at about this and who have been there to support and help! This was two years in the making and I am ready for this baby to see the world.❤️
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"The Kinktober calendar is LOCKED IN. Prepare for 31 days of chaos, obsession, WILD crossovers and beautiful crimes. I'm covering a lot of angles—from Yandere Elijah and Mafia Steve to the volatile thrill of Lloyd Hansen. It's going to be a long, angst-fueled October, powered by Taylor Swift tracks. See you on Day 1. 🩸"
Kinktober Calendar
➜ Day 1. So High School — Elijah Mikaelson
➜ Day 2. King of My Heart — Lloyd Hansen
➜Day 3. His Obsession — Yandere! Elijah Mikaelson
➜Day 4. Fresh out the slammer — Nick Fowler x Lloyd Hansen
➜Day 5. Illicit Affairs — Elijah Mikaelson
➜Day 6. Beautiful Crime — Ransom Drysdale
➜Day 7. Pillowtalk — Jay Halstead
➜Day 8. Super Psycho Love — Elijah and Klaus Mikaelson
➜Day 9. Bite Me Doctor — Elijah Mikaelson (Doctor AU)
➜Day 10. The Archer (Original Version) — Oliver Queen
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒. 𐙚⋆°🦢.⋆ᥫ᭡ 18+ only. — please give all of these incredible writers the love and support. 🍯 the divider below, and in all parts was made by @cursed-carmine.
— part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven, part twelve, part thirteen, part fourteen,
Summary: You and Steve have been secretly dating for some time, but it seems you two might finally be ready to go public.
Warnings: implied smut
A/N: This is based on a writing prompt I found (and from a list of prompts I've collected. The prompt: "Bite me."
Steve Rogers Masterlist | Character Masterlist
"Oh, bite me, Rogers," you exclaimed after the latest scandalous thing that came from his mouth.
The man has been tormenting you since you, him, and the other Avengers crashed into the hot tub at one of Tony's homes. Not that you minded really, but he sometimes surprised you with how much he could troll you and the others. It was never hurtful. Oh, no, he knew how to toe the line between playful and troll far better than Tony's ever given him credit for.
However, the last thing you expected was to feel his teeth scrape gently across your bare shoulder, his lips connecting a second later in a sweet, barely there kiss.
Bucky and Sam both lost their minds at that. Well, more so Sam than Bucky, but then, Bucky had known Steve's penchant for as long as they'd been friends.
Absolute menace.
Of course, you had to make it worse by squeaking your surprise.
Sam was never going to let you live it down. Of that, you were certain.
"You bit me!"
That smirk of a grin that could only belong on his ridiculously cute face worked its charms on you. Then again, it's done that since the day you two met. His audacity though! Sheer audacity in using against you at this moment.
"You did tell me to, angel," he murmured low enough so only you would hear.
Well, you and Bucky judging by the way Bucky coughed to cover up his amusement.
While your relationship with Steve wasn't currently a secret from Bucky, it was from the rest of the team. In fairness, if Bucky hadn't walked in on you two that evening a few weeks back, he could remain as in the dark as the others. That was purely on him and his nosy self. What self-respecting assassin needed to find a broom during one of Tony's many galas anyway?
In some fairness, he'd been able to distract others whenever you and Steve got a little too close to getting caught. No telling how much you and Steve owed him for playing sentinel.
As if on cue, too, Bucky distracted Sam by nodding towards the bar. Tony had taken up residence there earlier and had been mixing drinks for everyone. Some had gone over well, but others took a turn. This was one of those times.
Not about to let the moment pass, you met Steve's amused gaze, whispering fiercely, "Behave, and you can mark me all you want when we're alone."
The mischief that entered his eyes should've warned you, but you were unprepared.
"Oh, I was gonna do that anyway," he said, his smirking widening, "but thank you for the permission, angel. We're gonna have a lot of fun tonight. Already have a few places picked out that I can't wait to mark right off. By morning, no one will doubt your mine."
You squirmed at the thought even as your internal thoughts warred with the implications.
Neither of you had talked about when you'd be going public, but you'd felt sure it wouldn't be so soon.
It felt right though. This was as good a time as any.
Besides, you couldn't wait to wear his marks, showing off exactly who you belonged to.
And who belonged to you.
For there was no doubt in your mind, he'd be wearing at least one of your marks for all to see as well.
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Summary : There wasn’t anything in this world you feared more than the sight of blood. And when Jake gets hurt during a mission, despite everything, he’s the one who steps up to calm you down.
Pairing : Jake "Hangman" Seresin × Fem!Reader
Important info : Your call sign is Lightning ⚡️:)
Disclaimer : English is not my first language so apologies for any grammatical errors that might have escaped my proofreading, also I have zero knowledge of the military or the navy so sorry for any inaccuracies in that area ! Also, reader in this has a phobia of blood, which I do not have at all so the writing of it might be widely inaccurate, deepest apologies for that.
And more than that it was a true fear that you harbored for the liquid pumped by your heart, sending life flowing through your veins.
It had been that way ever since you were a kid. Just the sight of the tiniest speck of blood made your skin crawl. It wasn’t always easy, considering the thing you were so afraid of lived just beneath a thin layer of skin, so easily breakable that just a scrape could reveal a crimson red that would send you into an irrational and uncontrollable state of panic. But you had always managed. Turning your head away and squinting your eyes closed during medical check ups and blood drawings, always being careful of the parts of your body that could easily get scratched or scraped — especially your hands… just some little things you were extra careful about in order to live a normal life.
Not a lot of people actually understood your phobia, most thought it was stupid and downright ridiculous. And you partially agreed with them, but that was the thing with phobias, they weren’t meant to be reasoned. They were, by nature and definition, irrational. Besides, this was not something you could do anything about, so really you just let all the dumb jokes and question roll off you. You had to admit some questions were quite funny though. If you were feeling down, you’d remember that one time Mickey asked you if that meant that you were afraid of your own period blood and it would still make you laugh as hard as when you’d first heard it.
Some people were scared of clowns, others of spiders or snake, some were even deathly scared of the ocean and could not set a foot in it. Your fear was blood, and in some way you were grateful for your brain to have selected that phobia among the thousands that inhabited and plagued the human mind, at least this one kept you out of harm’s way most of the time, never would you be caught attempting something stupid just to receive validation, or prove yourself. That’s how you decided to see it.
And right now your blood was quickly flowing towards your legs, seemingly preparing to choose the ‘flight’ option over the fight. Except that there wasn’t anywhere for you to run in the cramped confine of your cockpit.
Your ears were ringing and you could feel your blood pumping in your ears, your heart jackhammering through them. The only thing your mind was able to register was the loud, incessant beeping of your jet, while an urgent, mechanical voice was urging you to pull up. You could faintly hear Maverick’s voice through the comms, screaming at you to eject but his instructions were wildly overridden by the adrenaline coursing in your veins. The mission had seemed pretty simple on paper. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing you couldn’t do with your eyes closed. And yet.
You wouldn’t even be able to explain how and when everything started going to shit. Oh well, maybe you could. It all had started when Maverick designated you as Jake’s wingman, that alone should have warned you about how this mission would end, up in flames. Quite literally.
A louder beeping overtook the first one, this second one was higher, almost screeching, so loud in fact you thought you felt you eardrums pop for a second. A quick check to your panel control showed you that you right engine was on fire. Jesus fucking Christ could this get any worse ?!
How could a mission on your own soil could go this wrong ? You guessed the very little time of preparation for it and having to cooperate with a squad from another base you knew nothing about certainly didn’t help. And a close fly by with another pilot and their wingman had sent both Jake and you into an unrecoverable flat spin.
“Y/N !” Maverick’s voice finally came through the panic fog clouding your brain, “there’s nothing you can do, eject, now !”
Cursing, you grabbed the handle situated in between your legs and pulled as hard as you could. You had never had to eject before, and you prayed you’d never have to do it again. For a split second after you pulled the trigger, you must had pulled something like fifteen G’s, your body flew out of your cockpit while your jet continued its supersonic descent towards the ground.
You were thankful your instincts kicked into gear to somehow try and maneuver the parachute, trying to secure you a safe landing on the ground. The loud sound of your jet splitting the air had you turning your head at the last second, just in time to catch sight of your precious, multi million dollar SuperHornet crashing into some nearby trees in a roaring and deafening sound. Your heart fell down at the pitt of your stomach and an uncomfortable and dreadful shiver shook you at the realization that this could’ve been you, had you not listened to what your wise instructor was yelling in your ears.
Landing was rough. Your legs couldn’t quite maintain you upright with the speed at which you hit the ground, the force of it sending you stumbling forward, even rolling in on yourself. Flopping miserably on your back, you were just thankful you didn’t break your legs or impaled yourself on some tree. You got up on shaky legs and hastily put your parachute away in its bag while trying to contact the base.
“Maverick…? Rooster…? Phoenix…?” You tried, without receiving any answer on the other end, you tapped the side of your helmet where the microphone and speakers were, “anyone ?”
No answer.
Shit, the comms must have gone to shit when you ejected or hit the ground. Well, at least you weren’t on foreign soil so there wasn’t any immediate danger you had to worry about. Looking around you caught yourself thinking that there were worse places to land in after an emergency and possibly deadly ejection. The grass was bright green where you had tumbled, trees were standing high and proud, guarding the borders of what looked like a valley that led to some hills. That was definitely a contrast compared to the sandy and arid grounds of San Diego, and it was a surprisingly welcome one, despite the situation.
You were turning on your beacon when the roaring sound of a jet’s engine made you jerk up. Immediately looking up, you spotted Jake’s jet, spinning at uncontrollable spin towards the high trees. Your heart stopped in your chest, surely he had already ejected and had safely landed somewhere near the end of the valley ? There was no possible way a pilot like him — no matter how much you hated admitting how good he was — still thought he had a chance of coming back from a spin like that—
But your lingering fear suddenly hit you full force in the chest when Jake’s engine sputtered on and off, the undeniable sign that Jake was still inside, trying to pull up his F/A-18.
Good god was he fucking dumb sometimes !
You watched, frozen and powerless as his jet continued its supersonic descent towards the trees. It was like time had stopped for a second, a suspended moment where the only thought flashing painfully in your mind was : Jake is going to die. This is it. After all the shit he’s pulled, his fucking ego is gonna take him out because mister thinks he’s just that good that he would be able to recover from an unrecoverable spin.
But before your thoughts could spiral anymore and your heart stop completely at the prospect of losing the one man you claimed you hated body and soul, you saw something fly out of the jet, mere seconds before the metal bird crashed though the trees. You inhaled sharply, a breath that felt like breaking through the water after being under for too long. And before you could think about it any longer, your feet were already carrying you towards where Jake’s parachute was falling.
Helmet in hand, and heavy gear slowing you down, you still sprinted as fast as you could through the trees, mindful of potential holes and roots. Jake hadn’t even been no where near close the altitude he should have been at to eject safely, he’d been alarmingly low and you feared that his parachute wouldn’t slow his fall enough. Damn him and his stupid fucking ego.
Calling out his name as you got near where he should have landed, the lack of response was making your skin prickle with anxiety and dread.
“Jake ?” You called out, voice growing more desperate than you’d ever admit it.
You stopped, intensely listening for any answer back when—
“Over here !”
His voice felt far away and…strangely strained. You desperately tried to ignore how your heart clenched, no matter how much you hated him and could not stand him, Jake was still one of your squad mate, it was normal to worry about him, right ?
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you resumed your dart in the direction of his voice, and after a full minute of sprint in your entire gear, your lungs were screaming, and a side stitch was beginning to puncture your left side. But you didn’t stop, continuing to run towards him.
And finally, when you felt like your legs were actually about to give out, you spotted Jake, sitting up against a tree, facing a clearing. Rushing one last time to get to him, Jake’s face seemed to illuminate when he spotted you.
“Took you long enough,” he said when you kneeled down next to him, “thought you were about to leave me here for a second.”
You glared at him, catching your breath, “keep up the attitude and I just might do that.”
His infamous smirk slowly pulled at his lips as his eyes took you in.
“You hurt ?”
“No, you ?”
Jake shook his head and you eyed the way his helmet was weirdly placed on his lap.
“Are your comms dead as well ?”
“Yep.”
“Did you activate your beacon ?”
He let out a laugh at that, “Jesus Lightning, do you think it’s my first day in the navy or something ?”
His arrogance rubbed you the wrong way, like it always did.
“It might as well be !” You snapped a little, “I mean what the fuck was that, Seresin ? Ejecting at low altitude could have gotten you fucking killed ! But let me guess, you thought that the great Hangman would be able to undo an unrecoverable spin ?!”
Jake watched your hissed rant with raised eyebrows, and despite yourself you noticed how strangely pale he looked.
“Careful,” he cooed, seeming all too satisfied by what he chose to be worry over him and not pure infuriation over a stupid and downright unprofessional behavior, “your soft spot for me is showing, but don’t worry I won’t tell the squad, I know how you like to keep your feelings secret.”
You scoffed, shaking your head, “I still don’t know how you haven’t got suspended for all the shit you pull,” you said, choosing to entirely disregard his take on how you allegedly felt for him.
“I’m too good,” he grinned, and your heart did something weird in your chest when you noticed his smile looked weirdly strained, forced. The pitt in your stomach felt like it was getting deeper, clawing away at your insides, a discomfort that only grew stronger the longer you stared at Jake, “they can’t afford to put their best pilot on the bench.”
Letting out an exasperated sigh, which Jake keened at, annoying you apparently being his second favorite thing behind flying, you began to get up.
“Let’s move in the middle of the clearing, so search and rescue will locate us better and it’ll be easier for them to land and come get us.”
“No.”
Dusting your flight suit once you were standing on your own two feet, you frowned down at Jake.
“The fuck you mean ‘no’ ?” You could feel yourself getting irrationally irritated, a familiar recurrence whenever you spent just more than a few minutes in Jake’s presence, you took a deep breath to try and swallow back the anger bubbling up in your throat, “I’m sick of your shit, Seresin. So stop being an asshole whose sole purpose is to disagree with me for a second and do what I say.”
“Come on, don’t be so mean Lightning.” He tried to joke, but the usual glint in his eyes was missing, he took in a labored breath, “besides moving is not gonna change a thing for search and rescue, don’t worry.”
Stopping for a moment, you got a good look at him. He was acting weird. He hadn’t so much as moved an inch ever since you had found him, he was just sitting there, his stupid helmet sitting on his lap covering a good chunk of his side with one of his hand seemingly under it.
“Why is your helmet on your lap ?”
“Why not ?”
You let out an incredulous laugh at that, “seriously, what is going on ? You’re being super weird it’s kinda starting to freak me out.”
Jake seemed to freeze, if only for a second.
“I’m not acting weird, you’re the one freaking out over nothing and asking weird ass questions. Just sit down and wait for search and rescue.”
But you stayed right where you were, towering over him — which didn’t happen often — and stared down at him, crossing your arms stubbornly.
“I—“ he started, before wincing almost imperceptibly, “I got a bruise, that’s all. Hurt myself when I landed.”
“And what, you’re telling that it’s the bruise making you act like that ?” You let out disbelieving scoff, “I mean are you hearing yourself ? You sound insane ! I don’t know about a bruise but you definitely hit your head when you landed, that’s why you’re saying weird shit.”
Jake didn’t answer, he just stared right ahead, past your standing frame, a far away look in his eyes. Worry began to seep into the hollowing hole in your stomach, maybe he had actually hit his head and he had commotion ? Or worse, what if he had brain damage or internal bleeding or something ? Just the thought made you shiver in horror. If he was truly hurt, it was best not to move him. You eyed him intensely, as if you could somehow get a look inside of his head to make sure he was okay.
You watched as he readjusted himself against the tree with a groan, the movement making his helmet roll right of his lap, revealing his second hand, very obviously pressing down hard on his side.
“Mmh, applying pressure on a bruise,” You mused, squinting your eyes at him in sarcastic fashion, “is this a new technique I haven’t heard about ? Did you attend a new medical seminar I wasn’t invited to ?”
“Will you just stop talking for two minutes, please ?” He asked, voice breathy.
“I mean, shit, honestly I never pictured you as a masochist, you were always more of a sadist type in my mind.“
That finally made him look back at you and you promptly ignored the slight and short lived feeling of relief it gave you. A grin made its way back on his lips, it was strained but it successfully illuminated his face, for a moment giving it the flair it usually held.
“Glad to know this is something you have clearly thought about,” he huffed out, “if you were so curious you should have just come to me my dear Lightning, you know I’d be more than happy to prove your theories.”
Seeing him joke and tease you like that eased your discomfort, and you turned around, pretending to look at your surroundings while you were hiding the small, incontrollable smile pulling at your lips.
“I mean this place seems pretty quiet, I guess we could give a go to outdoor sex if you’re open to it.” His smug voice said behind you.
“Okay shut up now.” You chuckled despite yourself, keeping your back to him to not give him the idea you were happy to see his quick wit was back.
Your eyes took in the forest that spread out in front of you, the cool wind coming from the clearing behind offering you some relief from the sweat clinging to your uniform. It honestly looked beautiful.
Just as you were about to turn back around, your eyes landed on a random piece of wood lying on the ground and—
You froze.
Whole body becoming rigid, the hair on your nape standing up, nervous system kicking in your flight or fight reflex for the second time in an alarmingly short time span.
The piece of wood was long and wide, chips coming off it, and the end of it was covered in a deep and thick crimson liquid.
No, no, no no no—
Your breath hitched in a pathetic choked up sound, one that held every bit of the terror paralyzing your body. Your stomach churned violently.
Behind you, Jake, alarmed by the sound coming from you, anxiously followed your line of sight, and he cursed under his breath when his eyes landed on the piece of wood.
“Lightning, look at me.”
But you couldn’t move. Your gaze was still fixed on the blood dripping from the piece of wood, staining the forest ground and painting it in that fateful color. Jake’s voice barely registered in your ears, it felt like a distant echo, drowned out by your own heart beating loudly and frenetically in your ears.
“Y/N.” His voice called out again, uncharacteristically gentle, and calm despite the situation, “look at me.”
And you don’t know why, but something in you instinctively listened to him this time. Slowly turning back around, your legs were shaky and threatening to give out at any time. When you were facing him again, your heart lurched, because your eyes didn’t immediately settled on his face, instead landing on the hand that was desperately applying pressure on his side. That same hand that was now stained in blood, the thick liquid coming through the gasps between his fingers. And now that you were looking, the fabric of his flight suit underneath his hand was ripped, letting you catch a glimpse of a deep hole into Jake’s flesh, one that was profusely leaking blood.
Funnily enough, your own blood drained from your face so fast it almost made you dizzy, and a horribly frightened sob left your lips. You didn’t remember your legs giving out but suddenly you were on your knees again, next to Jake.
“Don’t look at it, look at me.” Jake said again, his voice somehow breaking through the terror fog holding your brain hostage.
Your breath was coming out ragged as your eyes finally found his, bright green irises that held nothing but an eerily calmness in them.
“It’s okay, don’t look at it, just focus on me, everything will be alright.”
“What the fuck, Jake ?!” You exploded once it seemed your vocal chords were not entirely frozen by fear anymore, “what— “ you choked up on a sob and only then did you realize the ocean of tears dripping down your cheeks, “what happened ?! Oh my god—“ you felt a sudden wave of dizziness hit you as your eyes quickly darted back over to his wound, like despite the bone chilling fear you were still attracted to it like a magnet.
“It’s nothing, I told you I got hurt when I landed.”
“You told me it was a bruise !” The end of your sentence ended in a desperate cry, your hands were shaking on your lap, chest heaving furiously with each frenetic breath you took.
“It’s barely a scratch,” he assured, and the soothing tone in his voice did not have the intended effect, only drowning you further in panic.
How the fuck was he so calm right now ?
You could feel your chest contract, and suddenly it felt impossible to take a full breath, it felt as if your lungs were somehow too small, sheer panic was settling deep inside your bones with no apparent prospect of leaving.
“Lightning, don’t freak out, it’s gonna be okay, everything is fine.”
There were so many thoughts swirling in your head. The protocol for when someone got hurt during a mission, the knowledge that Jake was bleeding out in this fucking clearing while acting like everything was fine, the black dots obstructing your vision…
“Just take a deep breath for me, yeah ?” Jake’s calm voice reached your ears, “turn around if you want, you don’t have to be near me. You can even wait in the clearing for the helicopter.”
The fact that was he straight up proposing you abandon him so you didn’t have to endure the sight of him bleeding out broke your heart and only worsened your sobs.
“Y/N, it’s okay. You’re okay, everything is fine, I promise,” he soothed again, his voice never wavering no matter how much in pain he must’ve been in.
You took a deep breath that did little to calm you down, but it at least cleared your thoughts a little.
This wasn’t right. Jake wasn’t supposed to be the one reassuring you right now, he was fucking bleeding out for God’s sake ! You were a fighter pilot, amongst the best in this entire world. You had been trained for this and you’d be damned if a little blood was blocking you from doing your job and saving your squad mate.
“Move your hand,” you said in a shaky breath, definitely not as assertive as you had intended, your eyes fixed on him.
“What—?”
You didn’t give him the time to comprehend, instead blindly removing his hand from his side and putting both of yours, and pressing down, hard. He winced, letting out a pained groan and you ignored the pinch in your heart.
For the first time ever since you found him, he seemed to be the one panicking.
“No, hey, hey hey what are you doing ?”
“I’m helping you,” you supplied, with tears still raining down your cheeks, “this is the protocol. And besides you weren’t putting enough pressure on it.”
You squeezed your eyes closed as Jake’s blood started to push back against your hands, the warm liquid trying to spill through your hands as you desperately tried to keep it there. The sensation made you shiver in pure horror and disgust.
“Hey, Y/N, I don’t want you to freak out on me, yeah ?” His hand, the one that wasn’t stained in blood, hovered over your shoulder, unsure if he should touch you in your emotional state.
Your eyes remained closed, trying to focus on anything else rather than Jake literally bleeding out beneath the palm of your hands. The wind brushing your face and the sound the trees made swaying lightly because of it, birds chirping in the distance, the grain of Jake’s strained voice…
“Why didn’t say anything ?” You asked, your voice coming out as a shaky whisper.
When his answer didn’t come fast enough, your eyes snapped open, scared that he might have lost consciousness, but Jake was just staring at you, the faintest of smile pulling at his lips.
“Is that a serious question ?” He laughed a little, wincing when his chest shook a bit from the force of it, “no offense, Lightning, truly, but I don’t know if I would have been able to handle you fainting in my state.”
‘My state.’ You didn’t like that, didn’t like that one bit. His face was paler than you’d ever seen it, his natural Texan tan nowhere to be seen. His green eyes were missing their usual brightness and the underside were horribly dark and sunken.
You were about to say something, probably tell him to shut up, when blood suddenly came rushing out of his nose.
“Shit—“ he cursed before rapidly putting a hand over his nose, frantically wiping at the blood that just kept on coming out. “Don’t look, it’s okay.”
Your heart was beating so fast and hard against your rib cage it was borderline painful. This couldn’t be good.
“Y/N, please don’t look.” Jake’s voice sounded almost pleading now as he was desperately rubbing the blood away and keeping his hand in front of his nose, making him sound nasally.
Blood.
There was just so much of it. Never in your life had you seen so much of the dreadful crimson liquid, and you honestly didn’t know if you were more likely to throw up or faint at this point.
And lingering at the back of your mind, came another whisper of your mind, one that was progressively and terrifyingly becoming louder and louder, overtaking all your senses. There was a lot of blood, yes, and Jake was the one losing it.
Jake was bleeding out, alarmingly fast, out in the middle of nowhere while the only thing you could do to help him was just keep your hands on his gaping injury and prayed that search and rescue would hurry the fuck up.
“Look away, sweetheart, please.” He said again, tilting his head back lightly, as much as he could really, in an attempt to stop the blood from leaving his nose.
But not looking was not gonna change a thing anymore. Because somewhere along the lines, the fear had shifted. Blood still very much terrified you, no doubt, but right now you were covered in it, and yet, you weren’t dead, you hadn’t fainted and the world was still spinning.
And still, something was very, very wrong.
Jake’s nose bleed seemed to have calmed down, he finally put his hand away, which was bright red, and stared at you.
“You know, you are doing much better than I thought you would,” he praised, and given the situation it absolutely shouldn’t have made your stomach flip, “look at you, could it be that the great Lightning has finally conquered her fear ?” He grinned.
You didn’t know if you should be happy he was joking again or not. Your hands had begun shaking again where they were pressing against his bloody side, you still couldn’t bear to take a look at it but you knew by the way it was still profusely leaking blood against your hands, and by how big the piece of wood looked a few centimeters away from you that his injury must have been deep, way too deep.
Very unaware of your internal breakdown, Jake just kept on talking.
“I didn’t even know it was possible to overcome a phobia as deep as yours, but hey, I guess there’s no stopping you, huh ?”
“Stop talking,” you said, trying to hold in a fresh wave of sobs, unwanted images of him lying dead in your arms kept flashing through your mind.
What the actual fuck was search and rescue doing ? It wasn’t like you were on the other half of the fucking planet, you weren’t even on the other half of the country !
Jake didn’t pay any mind to your order.
“At least crashing was good for something in the end.”
Him saying that while literally bleeding out was physically tearing your heart apart.
“Shut up.” You said through clenched teeth.
“Hey I just thought about something, if I die out here you’ll become the best pilot in the squad, perhaps I should be worried this was your plan all along—“
“Shut up ! Shut up, shut up !” You snapped, eyes wide and staring straight at him with a mix of despair and fear, “stop fucking talking about dying ! It’s not funny, and for fuck’s sake stop wasting your breath saying useless shit, just shut up !”
Tears were freely raining down your cheeks now, and you didn’t know how it was possible you still had any left to cry.
Jake was stunned for a second by your outburst, he just stared at your for a moment before his expression broke into something undeniably soft and gentle, his features morphing into something you’d use to approach a frightened animal.
“Hey, hey, I’m sorry, that was a joke.”
You didn’t think you had ever heard Jake apologize in all the time you’d known him.
“Well it’s not funny !” Your bottom lip quivered, another pathetic sob threatening to break out.
“I know, I’m an idiot,” he said, “you’re right, that wasn’t funny.” His voice was low, acting like a soothing balm on your own open wound, the one ripping your heart apart at seeing him like that.
His hand that had been awkwardly hovering off and on above your shoulder finally made contact, squeezing you lightly. And his touch completely finished to break your heart. You burst out in a very inelegant sob, you couldn’t even see through the tears clouding your vision. It was the inevitable consequence of enduring all the events of the day, the mission going to shit, the ejection, the crash, the blood, Jake…
“I don’t want you to die,” you cried out, completely exhausted and at the end of your rope, “so stop saying that.”
“I’m not gonna die, sweetheart,” his thumb rubbed gentle back and forth on your clothed shoulder, occasionally squeezing it.
“But you’re b—“ a hiccup interrupted you, “you’re bleeding out !” The word alone burned on your tongue.
You heard the sound of a zipper opening, trying to blink the tears away you saw Jake open the top of his flight suit before his blood stained hand, the one that wasn’t on your shoulder, came down to take one of yours that was still pressing on his open wound.
“No, no, no Jake— you need pressure—“ you tried to say when he took your hand away, guiding it to his chest.
“It’s okay, honey,” he soothed, “just don’t look down, remember ?” he added when your eyes almost darted down to both of your bloodied hands.
Jake, while maintenant eye contact with you, his green eyes holding an almost tender glint, guided your hand up to his chest, right over his heart.
“You feel that ?” He asked, voice slightly hoarse due to the effort and the pain, but never ever losing its gentle edge.
And sure enough, underneath your palm, was the steady beat of Jake’s heart. A calm and rhythmic thump-thump that didn’t waiver and the rational part of your mind wondered how he could stay so calm under such circumstances, and it probably should have worried you a bit, but the irrational part of your brain, the one that had been running on fumes ever since you spotted the first speck of blood, seemed to finally quiet down a bit.
You let out a breath you didn’t even know you had been holding all this time.
“Yeah, that’s it, see ? I’m okay, it’ll be fine.” His hand was placed right on top of yours, his warmth seeping into your skin and radiating in your entire body.
Your fingers flexed a bit against his clothed chest, a sudden urge to feel more of him, make sure that his words were real, that he was truly gonna be fine, shook you. Jake gave you a reassuring smile and between the tears that still blurred your vision, you took the time to look at him. His blond hair was disheveled and darken by dirt, his jade green eyes held an immense tiredness to them but the tender glint in them, directed towards you, never ever left. There was some dried blood just underneath his nose, and a bit of it also on his lips, that still held that little reassuring smile. His whole face was livid, as pale as a ghost and the visual stripped him of his usual Hangman bravado. Objectively, he wasn’t looking good right now, he looked sick. But somehow, to you, he still did, looked good. There was something so vulnerable and tender about him right now, something that was slowly stitching back together the pieces of your heart Jake had himself, involuntarily, broken.
But being yourself, there was no way you’d be able to properly express the overwhelming whirlwind of emotion taking your body hostage, so instead—
“You look like shit,” you said, sniffling.
Jake let out a chuckle, the sound alone warming you from the inside out.
“Yeah, well, you don’t exactly look like you could run a marathon either, sweetheart.”
That made you laugh. You didn’t even want to think about what you must looked like right now, blotchy and red eyes from the tears, cheeks stained with the salty liquid, hair wild from the ejection… But you didn’t see any disgust or reject in his gaze. Only fondness.
Suddenly feeling bashful under his stare, you made a move to look down but before you could, Jake’s hand that was on your shoulder moved quickly, surprisingly so for someone that injured, catching your chin with two of his fingers, preventing you from looking down at the bloodied mess on which you still kept a firm pressure with your free hand. Instead, he made sure your gaze stayed right on him. This quiet gesture that so blatantly showed how much he cared about how you felt, which definitely felt ridiculous next to his predicament, just sent a sudden rush of affection run through you.
Not knowing what to do of this overwhelming urge, but nonetheless needing to express it, to get it out, to show him, your body acted on its own. Your hand still on his heart, you leaned in and gently placed your lips on his forehead, hoping the soft press would somehow convey every bit of what you were feeling. You stayed perhaps a bit too long for a conventional forehead kiss. Almost imperceptibly, you felt his heartbeat quicken under your hand, the realization making a warmth akin to the first summer rays spread out in your body. When you pulled back, there was a flash of something unreadable in Jake’s eyes.
“You’ll be okay,” you said with a tiny smile, lips wet from your tears and voice hoarse from your sobs.
And truly you said it more for yourself than him.
Jake reciprocated your smile and squeezed your hand, “you’re so brave, Y/N.” He said, full of admiration, and just a tiny bit choked up.
Before you could add anything, tell him how ridiculous it was for him to say that while he had to step up and be the rock for the both of you while he was on the verge of dying, the faint and distant sound of propellers could be heard coming from over the clearing. And just seconds later, the search and rescue helicopter came into view.
The biggest sigh of relief left your lips, you felt the tension slowly leave your body. You, not without regrets, retracted the hand that was on his chest to put it back on his wound, the added pressure made him groan.
“Sorry, sorry, I know,” you said, “it’s almost over, Jake, we’re almost out.”
He smiled at you, and you tried to ignore the ridiculousness of you trying to comfort him at the last minute, while he had spent the entire time trying to calm you down.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
The helicopter landed in the clearing, as close to you and Jake as possible, and seconds after six people from search and rescue came rushing towards you. They carefully hosted up Jake on a stretcher and up in the helicopter, all the while your hands never left him.
“Alright, Y/N, you can stop now, he’ll be fine, we’re gonna clean and bandage him up,” Martin, the main medic, told you just as the helicopter was taking off to the air.
But you hesitated. With the stress and emotion, the time you had spent out there in the clearing had felt like an eternity, and it felt scary to let go of him now, even though you knew it was to leave him in better hands. While deep in your thoughts, you didn’t register Jake asking for a cloth, it was only when you felt his hand land on top of yours that you got out of your anxious trance.
“Everything’s fine now, remember ?” He said gently as his eyes bore into yours, “they are gonna take good care of me, you can let go.”
His hands very gently took yours off his side, cleaning them with the cloth all the while keeping eye contact with you.
“But I don’t wanna leave you,” you said in a breath.
It was a strange feeling, to feel so open and raw emotionally, a state that had been forcefully provoked by the unfortunate events of the day.
“You’re not leaving me, you’ll stay by my side, right ?”
He let out a small, fond chuckle when you nodded almost solemnly.
“Nobody’s making you leave, baby.” He said, tossing the cloth away after wiping your hands clean of his blood.
“Jake ?” Martin grabbed both your attention, “we’re gonna put you under,” he explains, showing off an oxygen mask, “we’re gonna start patching you up while on the way to the base’s hospital.”
Jake nodded before looking at you.
“You gonna kiss me goodnight ?” He asked, his characteristic smirk making a return on his face.
Wordlessly, and perhaps a bit too happy by him prompting it, you leaned in, placing your lips in a delicate kiss on his forehead, one hand coming up to cup his face. You heard him let out a little breath as you pulled away and placed another lingering kiss on his cheek.
“Sleep tight.” You smiled as a tear rolled down your face, not out of fear or sadness but simply out of feeling too much in such a short amount of time, and you quickly wiped it away.
Martin put the mask on Jake’s face.
“Alright Lieutenant, take a few deep breaths for me.”
Doing as he was told, Jake was looking at you with furrowed brows.
“Hey, don’t cry,” he lazily protested, voice already slurred from the anesthesia kicking in.
“I’m not crying,” you assured, a genuine smile stretching your face, “it’s fine, go to sleep, Hangman.”
“I prefer when you call me ‘Jake’.” He whined.
Yeah, he’d be gone any minute now.
You chuckled, “sorry, Jake.”
“That’s better,” his eyes fluttered closed and opened again, clearly fighting the anesthesia, “and when I wake up you can find out.”
“Find out what ?”
“You know…” he trailed off, his eyes closing entirely now, “if— if I’m a masochist or not…”
You burst out laughing, and even in his dazed and near coma induced state, Jake smiled at the sound.
“We’ll see about that, cowboy,” you said when your laughter died down a bit.
And just like that, he was out.
Looking at him just a second longer, feeling your heart settle down at knowing he wouldn’t feel any pain and would be taken care of, you moved away from him, letting the team of medics do their job. Martin kneeled beside Jake and began to cut his flight suit open around his wound. Removing the fabric, about to reveal just how bad the injury was, he paused and turned to you.
“You’re not afraid of blood, are you ?”
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Author’s note : I have mixed feelings about this fic, the idea had been in my head for soooo long and I fear I failed the execution of it, but oh well, I hope it was still good for you !
I’m gonna repeat myself but I do not have a phobia of blood at all so if the way I wrote reader’s reaction seems unrealistic I’m really sorry, please do let me know if it’s so unrealistic that it stops being enjoyable to read, I’ll try to change it if that’s the case
Also if you’ve read my others fics Saltwater Monster and 8-pool meltdown you might notice a pattern, that I desperately need to be comforted by Jake, and those fics are my most popular ones so I’d say we’re all in this together !💞
Finally (god sorry I’m talking a lot) a huge thank you to @berrybigpossibilities who agreed to read the first part of the fic when I was feeling really down about it and gave me their opinion, it helped a lot to finish it so thank you again !🫶
SUMMARY: Reader is an author who has recently begun writing a book with sexual content. She's experiencing a bit of a roadblock because, well... she's a twenty-five-year-old virgin. She doesn't know what to do until hot and sweet Jack Abbot comes up to her in her beloved coffee shop-slash-office and changes her entire life.
WARNINGS: This series is very spicy. Their relationship begins sexually, and emotions, vulnerability and story telling comes after. There are mentions of starting a family, as well as toxic relationships (previous partners; not current). The speed of their relationship is also quite fast in comparison to real life relationships. This is fiction.
PAIRING: Jack Abbot x afab reader
A/N: This is an age gap fic. Jack is 45 and reader is 25, turning 26. Reader in this series does not have a chosen race or ethnicity, but usually reader is envisioned as a bit chubbier (that is how reader is in most of my fics).
STATUS: Ongoing
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Chapter Two: A Date and a List (5.5k)
Chapter Three: Falling for Jack Abbot (Literally) (6.2k)
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Summary: You come home to find Steve rummaging through your closet for his favorite shirt. He has plans for it and refuses to be deterred.
Warnings: none
A/N: Another one for last year's Steve Rogers Bingo.
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"Steven, what do you think you're doing?" you demanded, hands crossed over your chest while you hip rested against the door frame of your closet.
Your boyfriend of nearly three years glanced over his shoulder. His hands stilled on the hoodies hanging in front of him. He had the nerve to give you a knowing looking before returning to what he'd been doing. This time though, he picked up his pace as he sifted through the large collection of hoodies you've amassed.
"I'm looking for my favorite shirt. I know you have it, sweetheart."
You scoffed at the mild accusation in his tone. Sure, you'd been known to 'borrow' some of his clothes from time to time, but you always returned them.
Steve had the nerve to mimic your scoff. "I saw it in your pile when we were doing laundry yesterday. Don't think I don't know you."
"What makes you think I still have it?" you asked, not about to let him win this match so easily. "How do you know it's not hanging up in your closet? You know the door on the other side of our garden tub? The last I checked you have a greater collection of clothes than I do. What makes you so sure I have it?"
"Because, sweetheart," he spared you another exasperated though loving glance, "I already checked my closet, and it's not there. While I do agree I have more clothes than you, I also know what I have and my shirt isn't among what's mine. Your closet is the next logical conclusion."
Realizing he had you there, you stubbornly clung to the idea that you didn't have his shirt. Your gaze swept over the walk-in that you'd claimed the day you two moved in. You were determined to prove him wrong and send him back to his own closet. Not one hanger or shelf was missed in your scrutiny, so certain you were in your knowledge.
It was only when your gaze landed on an out-of-place navy shirt that in fact looked familiar did you shift your weight. Studying it further, you could just make out the edges of the even more familiar shape and color of his shield emblazoned across the front.
Creeping forward, you kept an eye on Steve and his attention on the far wall of your closet.
"I'm telling you, my love, it's not in here."
And it wouldn't be in the next thirty seconds if you had your way.
Steve hummed, clearly still skeptical of your assertion.
It was just as well. As long as he kept his attention where it was, you could do this. You could be stealthy when you wanted to be, and right then, you really wanted to be.
You dared a glance in his direction when you neared the spot where his shirt hung. Your hands stretched the short distance towards it and even gripped the shirt. With his attention still diverted, you tugged gently at the shirt, pleased when it gave and dropped off the hanger.
Knowing you wouldn't have long, you turned to dash out of your closet.
You made it two steps and only two steps.
Strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into a solid and warm chest.
"What's that, sweetheart?"
"What's what?" you asked, deciding to play dumb even though you've been caught.
Steve's soft chuckle wasn't lost on you as it reverberated through you. "That shirt in your hands. It looks awfully familiar, ya know?"
"I don't know," you said, shrugging even as you held up the shirt to inspect it. "Looks like any other shirt you'd give out to your fans. Certainly doesn't look like anything that special."
"Oh, it's plenty special, sweetheart," Steve murmured close to your ear. His breath tickled across the exposed skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing as he continued, "I got that shirt from someone very special to me. It's my favorite because they gave it to me."
"You must really care about them if you notice when this shirt isn't among your others."
The softest of kisses pressed against the space where your shoulder and neck met.
"They are the most precious part of my life."
He said the words so softly but so assuredly that your heart threatened to pound out of your chest. Your belly swooped while happy tears rushed to your eyes. Darn him for doing this to you every time.
Swallowing past the lump forming, you twisted so your eyes could meet. You managed a decent though mocked glare in his direction while you pushed the shirt into his hand still holding you close.
"You never play fair," you accused him though your voice lacked any real conviction.
Steve, without an ounce of remorse for eliciting such an emotional response from you, simply leaned in and pressed another sweet kiss to your lips. His nose rubbed against yours when he pulled away to say, "I play for keeps, sweetheart, and I mean to keep you as long as you'll let me."
"Even if I steal your clothes from time to time?"
"Especially because you steal my clothes," he countered, pressing another kiss to your lips.
He released you then, shaking out his shirt.
When you figured he would slip it over the tank he was wearing, he surprised you by raising the shirt and tugging it over your head and down your body. While you hurriedly pushed your arms through the sleeves, you caught the speculative gleam in his expression.
"I thought…"
Steve shook his head. "Nah, it looks better on you, sweetheart. Plus, I know you like wearing it when you've had a long day. I just wanted to have it ready for you when you got home. Unfortunately, you got home before I could find it."
This time, you rose up on tiptoes and wrapped yourself around him. Your lips founds his and didn't let him go until you both needed to pull back for some air.
"Do you know how much I love you?" you asked between breathy inhales.
Steve grinned. "Almost as much as I love you, sweetheart."
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Genre: Romance • Mystery • Drama
Warnings: Fake Dating, Family Secrets, Media Scrutiny, Slow Burn
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↳ Prologue
↳ Chapter One
↳ Chapter Two
↳ Chapter Three
↳ Chapter Four
↳ Chapter Five
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Fresh out of college, you land your first job as a journalist determined to make a name for yourself. When you're assigned to cover the prestigious Miss Congeniality competition, you expect a simple story. Instead, you find yourself tangled in rumors, family secrets, and a fake relationship with the last person you should trust: Bucky Barnes.
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