Maybe write something with Hoffman and a s/o patching up his face after Saw 6?
Sorry this took me so long, I absolutely adore the idea though, it’s just so fluffy
Pairing: Mark Hoffman x Reader
Warnings: slight angst towards the end
Summary: When Mark Hoffman comes to his partner’s home and passes out from blood loss, he wakes up to his cheek good as new and her at his side
Mark was set on one thing after his cheek was torn open by the bear trap that Jill Tuck had put him in, that Jill Tuck didn’t deserve to live another day. Jill had to die, there was no question about it in Mark’s mind. Jill had tried to kill him, why would he let her live?
But he couldn’t act on any of those feelings at the moment, not with the light in the room still making seeing an impossible task. When his eyes had finally adjusted to the light however, he noticed he was in his bedroom, the picture of his girlfriend and him beside him on the nightstand.
He tried to open his mouth but something felt weird, as if his mouth was stitched, more specifically his cheek. His tongue went over the side of his right cheek, it still felt numb but he felt snitches in his cheek.
There was no doubt that this was his girlfriend’s doing. He remembered coming to their home and passing out from blood loss at the front door. She must have eventually found him and brought him inside, eventually numbing his cheek and stitching it up for him.
“You’re awake.” He heard a tired voice beside him as he turned his head just noticing Y/N laying beside him curled up against his side.
There’s something special about her, something special Mark would want to make it last. Even with her knowing what he was doing, how he was having people killed, that he’s been hunting Jill for a while now, she still stays by his side and is able to wake up beside him. She was able to see past him just as a murderer but as Mark Hoffman, the man she loved.
“You didn’t have to do this...” Was all Mark could manage to say, Y/N’s e/c eyes looking up at him as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
“But I wanted to,” she said, barely above a whisper, “when you came to my porch, the wood stained from your blood, I felt it was my responsibility to keep you alive. And I obviously did that.”
For once, Mark was left speechless. Mark always knew what he would say, he was always so prepared with his words, he never had to pause to think about what he would say, until now.
“Mark I love you, hell I’d die for you if it ever came to that,” Y/N said sitting up in the bed, leaving Mark’s touch.
Mark looked at Y/N, almost a shocked pained expression was on her face at what he had said.
“I thought you cared for me, that you like me at least.” she let out a bitter short laugh. “But I guess I was wrong. You care for me as long as I welcome you to my bed.” Y/N looked at the ceiling because she felt like her emotions would betray her and she’d actually start crying.
Y/N was about to get out of the bed when Mark’s hand went to her arm pulling her back into a passionate kiss, his hands going to the back of her head pulling her closer. As much as Y/N wanted to pull away, she couldn’t help but sink into Mark’s touch again.
Mark pulled away from the kiss as Y/N caught her breath, Mark leaning her forehead against his, “if it ever came to a situation that your life was being threatened, I’d have to leave you.”
“Let me finish,” Mark held up a finger to her lips, “I don’t want you to end up as the next Jill Tuck. I don’t want your life in danger, so if me leaving would protect you then I will do so.”
“Mark I can handle a little danger,” she crossed her arms, pulling away from him and sitting on her knees.
“Why can’t you just understand that I don’t want you to die because of me!” Y/N jumped almost scared at Mark’s sudden outburst. Mark saw the fear in her e/c eyes as he looked away, his suit hanging on the closet’s hook, “you’re scared of me.”
“I want you to stop this, it’s gonna get you killed,” tears were threatening to spill from Y/N’s eyes as Mark got out of the bed, changing out of the clothes Y/N had put him in and putting on his suit.
“When you came to my door it scared me almost to death that you had died on my doorstep Mark!” Y/N cried trying to stop him from putting on his suit but Mark wouldn’t listen.
She had once told Mark that she’d go through hell if it meant being with him. Y/N supposed that she has gone through hell with everything people have put her through just for dating Mark, all the times people threatened you for information on Mark, the people that followed you. With a sigh, Y/N laid down on the bed, knowing it was no use to fight with Mark.
"I can't stay," Mark says in explanation after seeing where her gaze is at, fixing his tie. Y/N wanted to beg him to stay but at the same time, she understood why he's leaving. She looked back up at his face, eyes meeting his, and then simply nodded, not trusting her voice to not break. Y/N could see the pain flash across his face at her resignation to him leaving and the fact that she was not gonna keep fighting his decision like she had before. She was too tired to fight, tired of police and tired of the bruises left by the detectives that threatened her for information, and she had finally accepted the fact that in order to be free of the detectives, she had to be free of Mark as well, even though it hurts.
"Will you ever come back?" She asked after a few moments, needing to know and hating to ask.
Mark walked over to her and clasped her hands in his as he replies, "I will, I promise, as soon as I can get rid of Jill and the whole Jigsaw killer business."
Y/N and Mark stand still for what feels like forever but isn't long enough at all, simply looking at one another, trying to commit each other's faces permanently into memory, her hands still clasped in his.
"I love you," Mark says eventually, his voice close to breaking and Y/N knew he was about to leave her.
"I love you too, Mark," she said in return, standing up on her tiptoes to press her lips to his for the final, at least for now, time. He pulls away first, dropping her hands. Y/N’s hands fall limply to her sides as she watched him pick up his bag before walking past her to the door. Y/N turned to watch him until she couldn’t anymore, eyes following him as he pauses in the doorway to look at her one last time. Y/N realized that this is her chance to tell him to stay, damn Jill Tuck and damn all the odds, but she didn’t, no matter how much she wanted to, because she knew that this is best for her, and that she will have the greatest chance of surviving this outcome.
Instead, she simply says again, "I love you."
"I love you, too," he says and then he's turning and closing the door behind him as he leaves. Y/N could hear the engine of his car start and gradually fade away and then it hits her that Mark, and everything that came with being with him, is well and truly gone. At least she got to have four happy years with Mark before the detectives found out about their relationship, Y/N thought to herself, walking over to the bed and sitting down in the exact spot Mark had been laying in. She finally cried, tears of relief and tears of regret and tears of sadness and tears of bitterness streaming down her face as sobs wreck through her body. Eventually minutes pass and then hours and Y/N had to get up and go about her life like she did before.
Hours turn into days and days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months and months turn into years. She went back to her job at the detective station but ended up quitting from the pain of having them talk everyday about Mark. She had gotten a new job, met someone new and married them, and eventually have children with them.
Life goes on. And yet, she had never moved out of the house she had once shared with Mark, and part of her never stops wishing and waiting for him to return.
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