little idea: poly!141 caring for a chubby reader who doesnt understand what its like to have someone care for them
like, Price makes sure that you eat, especially on the days where your body dysmorphia hits harder than normal. You always look confused while pulling out your own lunch, saying you brought it with you. Its a salad with no nutritional value other than barely any calories. John takes it and gives you the lunch that he got for you: a filling lunch with plenty of calories, carbs, and protein to keep you going for the day. Just listen to him. Trust me.
Simon who likes to workout with you: doing push-ups with you on his back, hip thrusts (😉) as you sit on his lap, etc. “Luv, I do my cardio at home” as he winks at you from behind the mask type shi
Gaz who loves to go shopping with you and will actually pay attention to the clothes you try on, complimenting you and even picking stuff out that he likes and wants to see on you. You blush from not having the same attention from exes and tell him that he doesnt have to be here while you try your stuff on. That you can find him if he wants to go look at stuff. He VEHEMENTLY denies leaving. “Why would I leave when I have a pretty darling to look at?”
Johnny who cannot get enough of your soft skin. His hands are always on you, always on the plush parts of your body. If you have hip dips, his hands like to rest there. He claims thats theres no better place for his hands to rest when he’s not groping at your tummy, thighs, rolls, tits- You blush every time his hands rest on the plusher parts of your hips or on your tummy, pushing his hands off just for him to put them back on. “Johnny, you dont need to touch that.”
“‘N why no’?”
“I know it can be-“
“Bonnie, Im keepin my ‘ands on ya until yer understand that I don’ want em off ya.”
Just a poly!141 taking care of you by also doing simple things around that house like chores when its your chore day, dishes when you cook, etc. JUST POLY!141 TAKING CARE OF YOUR STUPIDLY INDEPENDENT AND SLIGHTLY INSECURE SELF
there are a bunch of fics of reader getting kidnapped and her not liking it and whatnot and i have not seen a single one where she does! and I think I’d much prefer if the 141 took me from my home and made me stay in their cabin in the middle of bumfuck nowhere and we all loved each other! i’m just saying-
Johnny spots you first. You were just heading down to the farmer's market on a Saturday morning when he spotted you. The normal stalls of fresh fruit and vegetables had their big signs, but you were attracted to the stalls that were selling jewelry and little trinkets. Crystals and the like.
He followed at a reasonable distance. Not reasonable at all to him, given how he wanted to have you wrapped in his arms and guided home to the rest. Johnny was just supposed to go grocery shopping, but as soon as he saw you? He knew the others would too.
After the farmer's market, he followed you home. Just makin sure his bonnie lass gets home safe. You hadn't picked up anything from the farmer's market, so he couldn't bump into you and have an excuse for you both to stop; so he could work his charm on you.
He couldn't risk it though. So he went back to the jewlery stand and found the one thing that caught your eye, and bought it. He would give it to you when the time was right.
He went back home, you dancing through his mind as he rambled to Simon about the pretty lady he saw at the farmer's market.
The next person you caught the eye of was Gaz. He was in the skincare aisles of a store and you breezed past for a thing of moisturizer.
His brown eyes lock on yours as you turn to leave.
"Sorry about that. Just had to grab this." You hold up the moisturizer, your face decorated with green star pimple patches.
"No problem. Acne?"
"No. Just some pimples."
"My sisters liked moisturizers with salicylic acid. Said it helped get rid of their pimples and keep their skin soft." Gaz tries to reach out.
Your eybrows scrunch together and you look at the ingredients. No salicylic acid... "Okay, mystery man. I'll look for salicylic acid in my moisturizers."
Gaz pulls off the moisturizer off the shelf and hands it to you. "Try this. And I'm Kyle."
"Thanks... Kyle." You take the moisturizer from Kyle and make your way to the cash register.
Later that day, Kyle comes back to the house that the team share.
"Johnny... I understand now."
The next person to see you is Simon. He is enjoying a nice cup of tea as the rain begins to patter against the glass he is sat next to.
The bell for the door dings as you walk in, tucking your umbrella into your body as you approach the cashier. "Hey, Ruby. How's it going?"
"Slow. But interesting. Apparently, the woman down the street is in an open relationship with her husband because they don't want to have to go through the messiness of a divorce." Ruby rings your usual in, spilling the piping hot tea to you.
"And who poured you this tea?"
"Her personal assistant, Mary."
"Ooh, girl~"
"Mhm. Anytime, girl. White mocha with half pumps of mocha sauce, half vanilla with whole milk, hot, right?" Ruby reads your order back to you, just double checking even if she knows the answer.
"You know it."
"It'll be out in a minute. And... sorry to say, but someone stole your spot." Ruby whispers to you before trying to subtly motion to the big hulking man with his tea and scone.
"Ah. It's fine. I'll just make a friend, and if not, then I'll just move to a different table." You whisper back as Ruby walks over to make your coffee.
"Hello," You approach the man carefully, "is it okay if I sit with you?"
The grunt was meant to be 'Of course, please sit with me, pretty bird. I'd lick the coffee off your lips if you asked.' but it just came out as off-putting.
Seemingly off-putting, at least... but you didn't turn away.
"I'm sorry, I'm not quite fluent in grunts yet. Mind a 'yes' or 'no'?" Your sassy retort does nothing to help hide the ever-growing tightness in his cargos.
"Yes... sit."
You smile at his confirmation and sit down, setting your bag down next to you and pulling out a journal with a cute pen.
"White vanilla mocha for sweetums!" Ruby calls out your order and winks before leaving it on the counter and attending to the other drinks in need of her attention.
"Be right back." You give the stranger a small smile before getting up to grab your coffee.
When you come back, Simon is still in the same position. You sit and sip your coffee, staring out the window at the sky before setting your coffee down and starting to journal what you know about the root chakra and how hung gar kung fu has helped you open and reconnect with the chakra.
"You believe in those?" Simon gets a glimpse of your journaling and makes his comment, not having any sense of spirituality or religion.
"I believe they might help. And even if they don't exist, what's the harm in meditation? It's been medically proven to better your mental health, so even if I'm not opening my chakra, I'm helping my mental health, stranger." You give him a small smile and continue journaling your experiences.
"Simon." He mutters, taking a sip of his coffee, looking away from you.
"What?" You look over, confused.
"My name is Simon." He's just gently blushing under the mask, taken by you.
"You have a nice name, Simon." You give yours in return.
He quickly finishes his tea and bolts out the door, jacket in hand and umbrella tucked away in his pockets.
As soon as he gets back to the house, he finds John in his study.
"Price... we need her."
By now, John has heard all of his boys talk about you nonstop.
How your hair look so shiny under the sun. How your skin has cleared up and Kyle sees it from time to time when you go for a walk. The attention to detail you put in with your journaling and that you care about yourself.
So, John, having put together a rough estimate of your routine, plants himself in your way. He shows up at the Saturday market, looking at some produce, when he notices you. He has a semi-clear image and description of you from his men, but seeing you? It is an entirely different story.
He understands now, and as such, he walks over to the trinkets stall, intentionally bumping against you, before turning around, "I am so sorry, love."
"It's alright," You assure him, going back to the crystals arranged on the table.
"Which one is that?"
"You haven't seen obsidian before?" You raise an eyebrow, but hold it up to him. "It's a stone made from volcanos. Sharp as glass, and way more dangerous, because it's a soft stone. It tends to break easy."
"We don't have many volcanos around here, love." John's eyes twinkle in amusement, hands in his pockets.
"Right. Sorry." You apologize quickly, "And I just info-dumped on you about obsidian. I'm so sorry. You're a stranger, and you probably didn't even want to-"
"It was interesting. I appreciate the facts you gave me. And I'm John. John Price." He puts his hand out, like he's going to shake your hand.
You give him your name and your breath stutters to a halt as he takes your hand and brings it up to his lips.
"Lovely to meet you." John gives that cute smile of his and slowly lets your hand down before walking away.
When John arrives back home, he enters like a man on a mission.
"You're right. She's perfect."
And all the rest look at each other with confirming smiles and nods before starting to build out the plan.
You sigh as you approach your car, getting your key out.
Another shitty day with another new boss who doesn't understand the fucking team...
And as you approach your apartment, jamming to music, you don’t notice the black van tailing you... it's respectable distance does not raise any red flags in your mind, not giving you a trigger for your anxiety.
You park your car, grab your things, and get out of the car, locking it after you've closed the door.
What you fail to notice in your exhaustion, is the hulking mass of a man sneaking up behind you...
And you're out like a light.
Author's Cup of Tea: I'll probably continue this later but I've got the hiccups and this has been sitting here for a while...
Edit: Finally edited this and I have a three day weekend, so part two might finally come out.
Edit: PART TWO IS OUT UNDER THE NAME Schrodinger’s Stockholm
I got an idea after I finished RE9, and decided to make it. Oops. This is also ALL a bunch of spoilers, so SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!
A couple tws: pet names (sweetheart, Angel, baby, honey, hun, love), gun violence, female reader in mind, called 'Missus', implied smut but none actually
When you hopped on that helicopter, you knew what you were going into.
Or, at least, you thought so. You had seen the footage from the Care Center. The victims of the virus and the man crazy enough to have a plan utilizing it: Victor Gideon.
You researched the entire floor plan and learned everything you could from Leon’s intel on the center. You had Sherry hack cameras throughout the place, just to see what you’d possibly be up against.
Victor looked like a difficult opponent. But he earned his title of ‘doctor’ despite not adhering to the oath he took.
The same oath you took, probably years apart, which is part of the reason the DSO picked you up. They saw your research on cures for cancer and the common cold; the flu and other viral infections.
And when they found out the infection making people into zombies was, in fact, a viral infection, they immediately took you from your studies and research clinic to their private research area, complete with every top-of-the-line machine available with new and improved machines coming in every day.
Just so happened, that the same day you got booked by them, so did a cute rookie cop meant for Raccoon City, ground zero of what you later dubbed in an academic paper as ‘T-Virus’. And during your time together, you and said rookie got to know each other better.
As you bend over the bench, carefully placing a droplet of your newest prototype ‘cure’ on a sample of T-Virus, he comes in.
“A chocolate croissant and one vanilla brown sugar coffee for one brilliant doc?”
His name was Leon Kennedy. And he knew the way to your heart.
“Oh, Leon!” You carefully put everything down before running up to him, grabbing the bag, and setting it off to the side. “Thank you so much! I haven’t even eaten today, so this is a treat. But! Come with me! I think I got it!” You plant a kiss on his cheek, stunning the 23 year old, and drag him to your work station. Other brilliant scientists and medical staff busy themselves around you and the promising new agent as you show him your latest attempt at a cure.
“Just watch the microscope,” You whisper as you carefully place the slide into the microscope.
He raises an eyebrow at you but looks down anyways, looking into the eyepiece.
“So, what am I looking for?” He asks, trying to be optimistic, lifting his head to stare at your glimmering eyes, happy with hope that you may have found the cure to his own virus.
“The cure should be eating the virus. The virus looks like a giant sperm.” He cringes at your graphic description but looks through the eyepiece once more.
“What’s it doing?” You ask, excited to possibly have found a cure.
“Um… nothing,” He braces himself for your inevitable disappointment. He knows you’ve been working on this for a while now. Every day since you got to the DSO, in fact. And you’ve come up with nothing yet, in the two years since you've been here.
“Really?” You scoot in, looking through the microscope yourself, seeing absolutely nothing happen.
You groan and rest your head on the table, “Goddammit. I thought I had it this time.”
“It’s okay. I’m sure you’ll get it soon. And you can always show me the next one,” Leon starts comforting you, placing a grounding hand on your shoulder when you stand back to height.
You look up at him (dammit, he's so tall), smiling softly at him. “Yeah. I’ll show you the next time I have a new one.”
And the next day, after you admitted to not eating anything but breakfast, he took you on your first date: dinner. And the rest was history.
Now, as his wife, he only lets you patch him up. He only lets you give him his vaccines. He only lets you attend to his medical needs. And sometimes, that means playing field medic for him on the longer missions. Action and medicine, a mix of both you never thought you’d be able to see since being picked up by the DSO.
But when you found out your boyfriend, now husband, was infected? You spent every waking minute in that research room, unless Leon would take you home due to the request of your latest assistant.
“I can’t lose you…” You would whisper into the darkness of your shared bedroom, tracing patterns onto his scarred chest.
“I know. But if you’re worn out, you can’t make a cure. You’ll be too tired, love. You gotta take care of yourself. And if you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me,” Leon knows all the right strings to pull in your heart, and from then on, you left when Leon left, and followed your schedule. Taking time to eat lunch with your husband and spend time with him.
But now? Watching Leon collapse outside Elpis, a newfound ‘world order disruptor’ (the third you’ve heard of, just in your lifetime), you let Sherry know you’re going in.
And while you get yourself ready in the armory, complete with dragging your personal favorite pilot to the hanger, you head off to save your husband once more.
But it all becomes too real when you actually have to descend into the mayhem. And as your rope drops and you slide down, you make three quick decisions.
1. Grace said it’s an antiviral? Let’s test it.
2. Take more if it works as samples to reproduce.
3. If it works, cure Leon.
So when you finally land, you watch as the Zeno guy (the latest to join the group of ‘Bad Guys from Umbrella’ gang) hesitate to stick himself with the possible cure, monologuing to Grace about his ‘powers’, you push it into his neck for him; watching the black, spidering veins recede.
And as you take your next few steps, you swipe a few syringes of Elpis. This is the cure you’ve been searching for since the DSO took you from your original research station. You’re not letting a chance like this pass you up.
And the next steps you take, you hear your husband cough before looking up at you, “Ang-“ only to be cut off by you grabbing the dosage in Grace’s hand (“Who-Who are you?!”), and sticking it in his neck, watching the same black veins that threaten to overtake your husband recede just as fast as Zeno’s.
“Come on, baby… come on…” You whisper, holding his head. And the next moment, when he coughs, his lungs being reminded to breathe, you are flooded with relief.
"Leon!" Grace calls his name, grabbing his attention.
The man looks between the two of you women and nods at you, letting you know he's okay.
"I'm up. I'm up," Leon grunts out, getting up as Victor watches everything happen. And while you think he would be watching Leon, who definitely has the capabilities to kill him, or even Grace and her hemolytic injectors...
"And who are you?" No, his eyes are zeroed in on you. You, who descended down a rope that vanished quickly back up into the sky. You, who understood what you held. You... who he thought understood why Elpis was everything. That Elpis was to be the biggest disruption in warfare and government.
"Call me Agent Kennedy," You stand up, dusting yourself off, grabbing the Requiem that Leon must have modified, given the white handle.
"Well... I didn't know there was a second Agent Kennedy," Victor almost purrs, but you aren't even looking at him anymore. You've moved onto helping Grace get to a safer spot.
"Hold on. If this goes how I think it will, you gotta hold onto the railing, okay?" You talk her through it, thoroughly in your field medic mode. You stare at her and wait for her to nod, watching her fingers wrap around the metal before you stand again, watching Zeno and Victor argue over whether Ozwell Spencer's creation was a good thing.
You stand off to the side with your husband, who is kinda looking for a way out, but realizing there isn't one to get to safely right now.
"So... you couldn't have hoisted us up?" He mutters to you, watching the two... men? Villains? Weirdos? argue.
"Um, no. I actually can't carry you dead-weight yet, so that would have been a little difficult," You sass back to him, and watch as a vine tendril comes out of Victor, cutting Zeno's head off.
"That's our cue."
"Got your back."
Victor shoots out a tendril to pierce Grace, even though she's already out of the picture.
"Oh, great-" You mutter before giving Leon back his gun and tending to Grace's wounds.
"This time... you aint gettin' back up," Leon gives a classic one-liner as you watch, arms crossed.
He shoots the giant heart, and watches Victor's Nemesis form explode as he twirls the Requiem in his fingers.
He turns around, sees you, and almost jumps, shaking off the startle.
"Hot. The whole thing," You gesture with one hand at everything and then gesturing to Leon, "Just... hot." You turn around and walk away to Grace.
At the end of it all, you sit with Grace and Leon, looking at the darkening Umbrella base you are in.
"So... Did yall at least kill everything in here?"
Leon rolls his eyes and Grace looks at you like you grew a second head.
"What?! I feel like that's an important question to ask! I don't wanna die cause some zombie got out!"
"And lickers," Leon tacks on, his head hanging between his knees.
"Ah. Lickers. Lovely monsters. Lets hope they don't find us then," You smile, like 'Of course. Cause this day just can't get any worse.'
And then the lights go out.
There's a beat of silence before Grace speaks, "Did you know?"
This makes you look at her, "Know what?"
"Where Leon was the whole time? Where I was? What happened to Emily? Everything?" Grace sounds somber, but almost hopeful.
"I knew where Leon was... not much else. I got a friend to hack the security cams in the care center, so I only found you after you left. Nasty mess, by the way. Marie is not getting back up from that," You try to joke and feel it fall in the silence.
"Sorry. Bad habit. Besides, that wasn't really Marie. The Marie they had in their files was a little girl who just wanted to play with her friend. That monster... it wanted to kill everyone. It wanted nothing more than to eat. That wasn't a girl anymore, Grace. You did the right thing," You nod, "Besides, I don't know if you believe in souls... but if it helps you sleep at night, think of it like you released her soul. She can rest peacefully in the afterlife now cause of you."
"That... That helps..." Grace's breath trembles as she breathes out.
Then a bright light floods the area and Leon sits up, going for his gun.
"Don't worry, love. If this is who I think it is..." You put a hand on Leon's bicep before almost flinching away, looking between his face and bicep.
"Damn, when did you get all... tight and muscley?"
"Is this really a good time to be doing this, Angel? Really think right now," Leon looks at you like your dumb, crazy, or both.
"It's fine," You wave him off, noticing how Grace looks between the two of you.
"Leon S. Kennedy?" The guy who came in last asks your husband, who is still looking like he's gonna try to kill everyone in this room.
"Depends who's askin'."
"Are you-?" Grace gets cut off by the military looking guy coming up to your group.
"Mr. Kennedy," The military guy kneels, "I have a message from Captain Redfield."
"Took him long enough!" You shout as you stand up, stretching, "Where is that mother-?!" Leon shoots up and grabs you, wrapping his hand around your mouth.
"Sorry about her. She's just excited."
You walk slightly behind Leon, going through the scanned properties of Elpis.
"I'll be damned. Can't believe that anti-viral actually worked," Leon talks to Sherry over his earpiece as you stare at his ass, the hatchet swaying with his hips.
"I feel better than I have in ages."
"Thank god. I'm glad you're okay," You can hear Sherry over the shared comms.
"We got a dosage for you too. But you will have to be my test subject during it, so I hope you're fine with that," You speak over the comms, looking through your tablet of the scanned properties, things only the camera can pick up on.
"Thank you, Leon and Angel," Sherry sasses you both.
"Don't make me drag you to the medical wing, missy. I will do it," You threaten her. It's an empty threat. Consent is everything to you and your ethics while practicing medicine.
"Okay, Mom," Sherry exaggerates. You can hear her smile through the awful mic.
"Regardless, this would have been a lot smoother if Chris hadn't been so late to the party," Leon interrupts you two, making you roll your eyes.
"He got a last minute call, unfortunately. Only reason he wasn't here," You look at Leon, raising your eyebrow, having talked to his leader for the team who picked you up.
"Where is Chris anyway?"
"No idea," You and Leon respond to Sherry's question at the same time, making you both give each other small smiles.
"I'm sure I'll run into him at some point," Leon continues, and then looks over at Grace. You take it as your cue to walk over and personally see to her getting bandaged up.
"Wow, this packing looks like it was done by a professional. Who even had clean- Oh my god..." The DSO paramedic looks up at you, who raises an eyebrow at him, "Miss Angel- I mean, Missus Kennedy! Of course!" He looks awkwardly between you and Grace before scooting out of the way, "I'll leave you to it then."
You smirk and sit down next to her, "You okay?"
Grace hangs her head, "Yeah. I'm fine."
"You wanna say something more believable than that or are we going to have to have a conversation?" You look over at the young lady, an eyebrow raised.
"You might not want to have a conversation now, but how about you call this number whenever you do feel like talking?" You hand her a somehow pristine business card. It's just a pair of angel wings indented into the white paper with your number on the back.
"Oh... is this why they call you 'Angel'?" She holds the card in her fingers, like she's afraid to get it dirty.
"Nah," You smile gently, looking at Leon approaching you, clearly done with his conversation with Sherry, "It's cause of him."
Leon stops a good distance away, but still close enough to make it feel like a conversation, "It's over, then."
"Yeah. Elpis really was our last hope," Grace looks dejected, looking off to the side. You pat and rub her back.
"Well, let's pray Umbrella hasn't left us anymore nasty surprises," Leon adjusts himself, shifting his weight.
"I wish we could have saved Emily," Grace looks up at Leon, already mourning the little girl she grew to emotionally attached to.
You roll your eyes, having seen the footage. Leon walks closer,almost whispering, "Grace, I didn't hit any of her vitals. She could still be alive."
And for the first time, in this nightmare of a night and day, Grace looks hopeful, "What are you saying?"
"He's saying that we can cure her," You hold up one of the three vials of Elpis you snagged from the thing that held the antiviral, flipping it in your hand.
Leon rolls his eyes at your behavior, "Maybe we can save her."
He smirks and nods at Grace before gesturing for you to follow him. He takes his gloves off, same as you, and puts on his wedding ring. You slip on your own, and get in the helo with him.
"I am so ready for a shower," You groan, buckling yourself in.
"A shower sounds good..." Leon starts before leaning close to you, "You sound better."
You look at him, jokingly scandalized, "Mr. Kennedy~ Where ever did this come from?"
"I feel like a new man, sweetheart. Time to test to see if it shows~"
"Sherry... you're gonna want to mute us, hun," You warn the girl as the helo takes off, the sound of the blades covering any sound Leon is making as he starts kissing your jaw.
"Not in the helo, guys! Wait for when you get home!" Sherry scolds you both before cutting comms. You both chuckle a bit before going back to making out lightly.
You run around the couch, popcorn bowl in hand, before planting yourself next to Leon.
"You need to take a deep breath, love," Leon pats your legs, laying his warm hand on your ankle, your feet crossed on his lap and in a pair of compression socks.
"I'm just so excited! I wonder what picture Sherry chose for me..."
"Picture? What picture?" Leon looks at you confused.
"Well, the news people said they needed a picture of me to feature me during the overview that they are going to do over everything that happened. It was only a few hours ago, so we didn't have time to get a professional picture done, and I don't have any in back-stock that aren't classified. So this will be fun," You shrug and watch the TV.
Leon rolls his eyes and pulls you closer, so your thighs are resting on his lap and your butt is only just on the couch, "Gonna make my eyes roll out of my head, I swear."
"But then you won't be able to roll your eyes at my antics, and I know how much you love doing that," You tease him, feeding him popcorn.
"That I do," He presses a kiss to your head before you interrupt the moment.
"Oh! It's on! It's on!" You unmute the TV, listening and watching carefully.
"The government has confirmed the existence of an actively trading bioweapons lab located here in the ruins of Raccoon City, the origin point for the worldwide spread of bio-organic weapons."
"So glad you don't have to go back there, huh?" You feed him some popcorn as you watch.
"Yeah," He opens his mouth to take the popcorn.
"Sources say that the extension of the lockdown and the recent series of mysterious deaths may be related to tragic events in Raccoon City 28 years ago." This makes you put a hand on Leon's back, gently rubbing his back to comfort him.
"Evidence seized in Raccoon City has led the justice department to reopen its investigation into Ozwell Spencer and the long defunct Umbrella Corporation. Some believe the government deliberately drove Umbrella into bankruptcy."
"The late Alyssa Ashcroft-"
"Oh my god, that's her! That's Grace's mom!" You snap a picture real quick of the TV, sending it to Grace.
Your mom's on TV.
Wait, really?
You get the text back and smile. "Grace is watching now too."
Leon looks at you confused, before shaking his head and paying attention to the TV.
"Basically, they said that she cracked open the Spencer story, and that people think her death was foul-play by a secret organization controlling the government," Leon summarizes the feature.
"That's... an awkward thing to have to say on live television." You eat some more popcorn.
"Tonight, in a speech from the Oval Office, the president is expected to reject allegations of any government involvement since the Raccoon City Incident."
A picture of you shows up on screen, "Look! Honey! It's my feature!" You pat his shoulder to get his attention.
"I can see that, sweetheart," He presses a quick kiss to your head as he basically stares at the screen.
"Dr. Kennedy of the DSO has developed a cure-" Every word gets drowned out as you look at the picture Sherry sent in for you.
"Is that..?" You squint to look closer, "Is that a selfie?"
The picture is of you, no doubt, but you holding a peace sign to your eye while winking at the camera.
Leon laughs, "Oh my god. I'm going to thank Sherry for this."
"She couldn't have picked a better picture? I have so many..." You almost seem downcast at the picture.
Leon just chuckles and pulls you close again. The TV switches from showing your feature, stating that you have developed a cure and are working on replicating it for everyone with Raccoon City Syndrome, to showing a live feed of helicopters and police cars swarming Rhodes Hill Care Center. The headline saying 'YOUNG GIRL RESCUED FROM "BIO-TERROR FRONT" IN RHODES HILL' as the camera switches to one that's got a clean shot of Emily's face.
"Welp, I know what I'm doing tomorrow," You get up, stretching again, bowl in hand.
"Yeah. That seems like a great time," Your husband's dry sarcasm reaches your ears, causing you to chuckle.
What you don't see, arms extended to the ceiling and back arching to stretch, is him staring at your body in a way he has for a long time, but tonight... seems like he's acting on it in a way he hasn't in years.
"Come on, baby," You finish stretching, looking at your husband, "Time for bed."
He stands, towering over you as he gets chest to... well, face with you, making you look up at him. He gently takes the popcorn bowl, setting it on the coffee table and then holds your chin as you look up at him.
"Said we were going to test my 'newfound health' earlier, didn't I?" Leon smirks again, feeling your face warm beneath his finger tips.
"Uh... yeah. Yeah, definitely," You agree, stunned and looking at his gorgeous face.
He takes you by the hand, and his other hand on your lower back, as he leads you to the bedroom.
Let's just say... yall don't get much sleep.
Author's Cup of Tea: Yo, I am so sorry if this is OOC for Leon, but I loved this, quite frankly. Besides, it was a self-indulgent piece. Anyways, have a great day, and a wonderful night!
as a girly who has fainting spells that happen every few years, this is for the goyles, boils, and spookies.
Dividers by @fae-and-wolf @ this page
How I think the Sullys would react to you fainting
Jake:
So, you warned Jake when you got together. “Hey. Just letting you know. I get these… fainting spells every so often. My mom had them and it just happens. But, I have no idea if I will get another because we can apparently grow out of it.”
He was very accepting and kind. He just kinda hoped that you wouldn’t faint when he wasn’t in his avatar.
Thank god for him then, when you do faint at 2 am, it’s after the Pandoran War, so he is permanently Na’vi. But it scares the shit out of him.
It happened when you were going to the restroom to grab water, cause the line for the water thing was too long. He happened to be in the lab and talking to Norm when he heard a thump, and then the beginning of a cry before silence.
Of course, his instincts kick in and he goes straight to where he heard the noise. He knocks on the door, “Everything okay in there?”
When he’s met with silence and a locked door, he has Norm open it so he doesn’t kick it down.
When the door finally opens, you are face down-ass up on the cold tile floor and knocked the fuck out.
“Babe. Baby,” Jake starts to wake you up.
“Jake?” and he sighs with relief. You’re fine. Just fainted.
“I’m here, baby. Lets get you checked out by Norm. You look like you took a pretty bad fall.” He tries to brush his fingers over the forming goose egg forming on your head, just to recoil when you wince and hiss in pain.
“Okay. Let’s get you checked out, baby.”
Neytiri:
For Neytiri, I think you’d have undergone the Consciousness Transfer Ceremony so you could stay with her naturally.
I also think you wouldn’t have thought to tell her about your fainting spells because you are in a different body now. Why would you still have fainting spells?
So when you do get the vertigo and static in your head, you don’t have enough time to warn Neytiri before your world goes black.
Neytiri looks for you when she hears a thud, and finds you flopped on the soil, and thinks you’re dead. Like, legitimately, thinks you are dead until she’s yelling your name and you wake up a couple seconds later.
When you wake up, she’s holding you close.
“Ma’yawntu! Eywa, I thought you died! Never do that again!”
And all you can think is ‘Fuck’ while she holds you close.
"I'm sorry I scared you, Ma'Tiri. I thought I wouldn't have these fainting spells anymore," You put a hand on her, as you shakily stand up, getting used to holding yourself up with the muscle weakness after losing all control of it.
"We shall go to Mother to stop whatever these 'fainting spells' are," Neytiri grabs your hand and takes you to the older Tsahik's tent to 'fix' whatever thing you got.
Neteyam:
He, much like his mother, did not expect you to faint. Because this is after the RDA, you were just a kid left behind by the humans. Another human child, but one who seemingly knew how to honor Eywa and Pandora themselves. So in-tune with everything around them.
But when Neteyam heard the thump of your head hitting grass as you played with a Fan Lizard, he freaked out.
Did you crack your mask? Did the RDA come back? Did another tribe see you alone and kill you?
His thoughts run from him before pushing through the treeline into the area of leaves and vines you were in, just to find you passed out in the grass.
He runs over, and picks you up, checking on your mask to make sure you could breathe.
"Yawnetu!" Neteyam shakes you lightly after seeing the split lip you got from falling.
You slowly come out of it, crying and in pain.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," You cry, feeling terrible and guilty for having fainted.
"Ma'yawnetu... Do not say sorry. You are okay," Neteyam holds you tight.
"We should get you back to Norm and Max for them to check you out. We gotta find Dad," Neteyam, ever the problem solver, starts fixing you up just for the ride to find his dad, and head back to Hell's Gate for Norm to fix you up.
"Thank you, Neteyam," You whisper leaning your head on him.
"Ma'yawnetu, I would do anything for you... but don't scare me like that again. I thought you died."
Lo'ak:
Being Lo'ak's partner means a lot of things. He likes to be around you, but he feels so protective over you. When it comes to anything happening to you, he would not hesitate to ask his Dad for help, despite every memory telling him he needs to figure it out himself.
So when you collapse onto the soft ground of the clearing, Lo'ak turns in time to catch you, not hearing your footsteps behind him anymore.
Internally, he is a mess. He wants to cry and make sure you are alive because something must have caused this.
And within the five seconds of him thinking, he watches you wake again.
"Lo'ak!" You cry, shakily putting your arms around him. Just happy your partner is there.
He makes the decision then to go to his Dad. His Dad knew your Mom during his RDA days, so he might have a better knowledge of what just happened.
"You got what your Mom had?" Jake asks, looking at you in the med bay that he had directed Lo'ak take you to, despite your protests.
"Yeah... Norm calls them 'fainting spells'."
"Sounds like your Mom's lingo," Jake jokes before looking at his son, a copy and paste of himself.
"Son, your partner has 'fainting spells'. Means they can faint whenever and wherever for seemingly no reason. If you want, we can talk about what to do in those situations, but it looks like you had this one handled," Jake gives Lo'ak underlying praise.
"Their Mom told me what to do in the situations that she would faint, so if you want, Norm and I can tell you what to do when they faint," Jake offers the bit of advice and teaching he can offer.
Lo'ak, determined to be able to care for you, accepts, "Yeah, Dad. I want to know how to care for them."
While you may feel shame for the faints, he will always know how to take care of you, even in the most difficult of situations. Because that's all Lo'ak wants to do. Care for you.
Kiri:
When she saw you collapse, Kiri had no idea what to do. She couldn't leave her little tawtute alone in the forest. So she does what she knows how to. She connects with the forest, and right as she is about to...
You wake up. You start crying because that was so fucking scary. You haven't fainted in years and it just now happened? What the fuck? But then you register Kiri being there, and you sit up as you can and hold her, begging her not to leave you. You don't know what 'leaving' entails, but Kiri isn't going to.
So she picks up her cute little human partner and bring them to tsahik, who says you're okay and just need some fruit, which she promptly hands you, pre-cut for your convenience. Kiri loves you, her little partner, and just wants to make sure you are okay.
Author's Cup of Tea: So... consider this a peace offering from when I was gone for a few days. I did add to my original Avatar series, but I figured this might be a nice addition to it. It is not directly related to the series, but this is in honor of my own fainting.
Another day, another chapter. Let's see how long this lasts.
Na'vi: bold
English: regular
Day 979, after dinner:
"'Jarhead clan?'" Grace asks you, asking how you and Jake got accepted into the Omatikaya.
"They believed it. It's kinda hard to describe a Marine and the extensive training when you have a knife to your throat, much less SAS-"
"Hold on, you had a knife to your throat?!" Norm freaks out, his hands tugging on the sleeves of his shirt.
"Yeah. Then the Seeds came down and landed on me. I had this... feeling. Or a thought. Just told me to stay still. So I did, and the Seeds landed on me."
"So what's going on now?" Grace redirects the conversation.
"They want to teach Jake and I the ropes. Mo'at is having Neytiri teach us," You admit, your hands clasped in front of you.
Grace's jaw drops, Max dissociates for a second, and Norm's face falls.
"'Jarhead clan'?" Quaritch asks Jake, clarifying what he said with a smile. Quaritch laughs, "And it worked?"
"Hey, I'm practically family," Jake seems proud, "They're gonna study us. We have to learn to be one of them."
"'We'? Who's we?" Parker interrupts, crossing his arms and leaning on the holo-table.
"The Lieutenant was with me when we got lost. She was also found by the Omatikaya, and taken in to learn to be one of them," Jake admits.
"That's called taking the initiative, son. I wish I had 10 more of you," Quaritch pats Jake's shoulder.
“Look, Sully, find out what the blue monkeys want. We try to give them medicine, education, roads! But no, they like the mud. I wouldn’t care except,” Parker moved the holotable, speeding across forest until it shows Hometree, “their damn village is sitting right over the richest unobtanium deposit for a hundred klicks in any direction. Which sucks, for them, because they need to relocate.”
“Does Dr. Augustine know about this?”
“She does. And if she tries to cock-block me on this, she’s on the next ship back home.”
“So… who talks them into moving?” Jake looks between them, the pieces clicking together.
She won’t want them to move…
“Guess,” Quaritch turns to Jake, a look of severity on his face.
“I’m guessing not the anthropologist?” Jake looks between them, “What if they won’t move?”
“I’m betting they will,” Quaritch, uncaring, looks at Jake, almost through him.
Parker Selfridge moves to stand near Jake, leaning on the table, “Killing the indigenous looks bad, but there's one thing shareholders hate more than bad press; and that's a bad quarterly statement. Find me a carrot to get them to move, or it's going to have to be all stick.” Selfridge shrugs, seemingly uncaring.
Is it worth it?… She’ll hate me for this… They both will.
You are in the link room, getting the beds ready for you and Jake.
You and Jake…
You think back on the signals you thought you were giving and getting. He must have been just being friendly… You thought that you were being obvious without saying it out loud. Maybe he doesn’t like that.
You brush off your thoughts as Jake wheels in, flanked by Norm and Grace, pictures of notable members of the clan being read off like flash cards.
“Got it,” Jake nods, heading to his link bed that you set up, door up and all, “Who’s this ‘Eywa’?”
You stop and slowly turn to him, before shaking your head and heading to your link bed.
“Who’s Eywa?” Norm sounds incredulous, “Oh, only their deity. Their goddess made up of all living things. Everything they know! You’d know that if you had any training whatsoever,” Norm scoffs and walks away to the main link desk that monitors our vitals.
“Who’s got a date with the chief’s daughter?” Jake tries bragging with a smirk, holding up the tablet with Neytiri's picture on it to Norm.
"Oh, come on! That's not-" Norm scoffs, leaning on some boxes.
A little part of your heart dies… and you steel yourself again, taking off your lab coat. “Going under,” You alert Grace before getting in the bed, and closing the door.
Grace looks at you and goes to speak, but sighs when she sees the top already closing.
“Sully,” she turns to him, “you may have Neytiri, but don’t you dare ruin your chances with that girl,” she levels him with a glare.
“What girl?” Jake tries to keep up his act, no matter how he feels inside. Norm looks at Jake like he's either crazy, stupid, or both.
Grace sighs, and says, “Knock it off. Jesus, it’s like kindergarten in here,” before grabbing the tablet that holds Neytiri’s image, looking at it.
“Neytiri was my best student. She and her sister Sylwanin. Just… amazing girls,” Grace raves on, smiling softly as she reminisces.
“I got a date with her too,” Jake tries joking. All he can think about is if you think he doesn’t want you anymore.
"She's dead," Grace hits him with the fact. Norm's face goes from 'I'm judging the fuck outta this dude' to 'Oh, shit...' real quick.
"Let's go," Grace nods at Norm to get moving, "Village life starts early." Grace hands her clipboard to Norm, and leans on the metal of the link bed. "Don't do anything unusually stupid," Grace warns Jake.
Jake just smirks back and closes the top, Grace rolling her eyes but backing up so it can close.
Once it's closed, Grace moves to Norm. "Check up on her... when you can," Grace looks to your link bed, already running with support from Max and the team monitoring vitals.
"I will," Norm confirms, nodding.
Neytiri brings Jake out first for the direhorse lesson, leaving you to sit in the brush nearby and watch.
She guides the direhorse to a more open area than where it had been eating nectar out of deep flowers.
"Easy, boy," Jake tries calming the majestic, and more importantly, rideable animal.
"Pale is female," Neytiri corrects him, and you snort. Jake looks over to glare at you before you shoo him to pay attention to his lessons right as he gets smacked in the back of the head with Pale's kuru, causing you to hold back a laugh.
What neither of you see is Neytiri's small smirk, just the lifting of a corner of her mouth.
She snorts? Almost like the colossi from the Plains... but higher pitched. Cute... like a baby.
"Okay... Easy, girl," Jake tries again, lining up to mount the horse-like creature.
He falls just short when jumping and lands on his stomach on the back of the animal, having to hike his legs up and around like a child learning to ride. He shifts, getting comfortable, and pats the direhouse.
"Seylsan, Pale. Seylsan," Neytiri keeps the horse calm as you pick at some fruit you grabbed off a nearby tree, watching the two of them.
She guides the kuru to Jake, and he stares in amazement at the wiggling nerve-like connections before bringing his own to the kuru and bonding with it.
The horse immediately throws its head back, agitated, neighing deep and thunderous almost. It only calms when Jake calms, the Avatar taking deep breaths.
"That is tsaheylu. The bond. Feel her," Neytiri instructs, patting the side of Pale.
He closes his eyes and breathes, his body tuning with Pale's.
"Feel her heartbeat. Her breath." Neytiri continues to instruct. You lean closer and watch, enraptured by the lesson.
"Feel her strong legs," Jake smiles, feeling his mind fully entwine with Pale. "You may tell her what to do. Inside," Neytiri points to her forehead with all three of her fingers, almost looking like a human salute.
"For now," Neytiri backs up, "say where to go."
"Forward," Jake's voice cracks, and the direhorse moves too fast, throwing him off. It causes a laugh to bubble out of you at Jake being face down in the mud.
Neytiri looks at you, focused.
What you see is her glaring at you so you stop.
What she sees is your head thrown back in utter joy, teeth bared as you laugh at the expense of your teammate.
How do I make that noise happen again?
Neytiri smiles as she looks at you, and laughs as well as you both run in Jake's direction. You head to Jake as Neytiri catches the direhorse, just in time for Tsu'tey to approach with his clanmate on horseback as well, bows in hand.
They cut off the area between you and Neytiri. You stand by Jake, arms crossed, your face set.
"You should go away," Tsu'tey suggests, but his tone suggests it's more of an... order.
"Nah, you'd miss me," Jake smiles, despite half his face being covered in mud.
Neytiri brings the horse back around, and Jake points at Tsu'tey briefly, "I knew you could speak English."
Tsu'tey chuckles at Jake's messiness. "This alien will learn nothing. A rock Sees more. Look at him!" Tsu'tey goes on and on as Jake tries wiping his face clean and clearing his tongue of anything. You cringe looking at him, but cannot deny the fact that he is cute.
Even incompetence looks good on him. I need to handle this fucking crush.
Neytiri gives you and Jake a sideways smile before patting Tsu'tey's direhorse's backside with a 'Ka'. Tsu'tey looks behind for a moment before him and his friend ride off.
Stupid dreamwalker... Stupid, cute dreamwalker. But like baby. Unable to do anything.
"Again," Neytiri nods at Pale, for Jake to do his lesson.
You approach the direhorse, having scooped a palmful of nectar from one of the flowers you saw a direhorse drink out of, and offer it to Pale. She drinks from your dripping hand, giving you a chance to pet her.
"Hey there... You must be strong," Being near Pale makes a part of your mind tug, like it is being woken up.
Once Pale finishes her snack, you move around to her side, going to mount her back.
Neytiri approaches, surprised at your ways. "Why would you feed her?"
"Food... is the way..." You grunt as you jump and push yourself up, albeit a little more gracefully than Jake but not by much, "to every being's heart," You sigh as you settle on Pale's back.
Neytiri's eyebrows, if she had any, raise, taking in your reason. "You wish to win her heart?"
You laugh, realizing how you must sound. "It's a saying. It means 'giving someone food will more than likely make them like you'," You smile and explain, Neytiri nodding. She guides the kuru to you, and you grab your own with the direhorse's in your other hand. You slowly connect them and your heartbeat seems to slow. You see with different colors and hear different sounds. Your breath does not feel like your own and you feel so... connected.
"You feel her?" Neytiri checks on you, seeing you look around everywhere with a slack jaw and wide eyes, like a child first seeing the world.
"Y-Yes," You stutter, Neytiri's voice bringing you back to the present.
"Now, you can tell her what to do. Inside," Neytiri repeats before backing up, "For now, speak it aloud."
"Walk," You whisper, and Pale begins to walk forward, before coming to a gentle trot as she feels you grow more comfortable. You smile as you feel her hooves stomp the ground below you. Eventually, you murmur for her to slow down, and stop.
You look at Neytiri with this look of amazement and inexplicable joy.
Jake sees you, and his face relaxes.
So this is her smile... I want to keep that smile on all the time.
Author's Cup of Tea: This was kinda shitty but we are finally getting some Neytiri thoughts! Should I be using colors now to differentiate between whose thoughts are who's? Have a great day/night!
Part two to the (willfully) kidnapped!reader. I hope yall enjoy.
John thought you’d put up more of a fight, especially when you found yourself without your phone (which Kyle had taken the liberty of turning off and cancelling with your provider “Yes, she needs to cancel her plan… No, she doesn’t want an upgrade. Can you please just cancel the plan?”)
Everyone expected a different outcome. Maybe you screamed and flailed and fought them. What they didn’t expect was to wake up to you cooking them eggs and biscuits and gravy.
“Oh! I was wondering who… brought me on this forced vacation,” You dance around their actual crime, not wanting to give it that title.
They all look at you like you grew an extra head. Most people would be freaking out or trying to find a way to escape. But you seem to have the windows open and letting in fresh air while you check on your American biscuits, the sausage gravy bubbling on the stove.
“Are you… okay?” Kyle walked forward, a hand outstretched and an arm open. He was always the best at disarming people… He was who they usually sent to get in with their target.
“Yeah, I’m great. Woke up warm for the first time in months, and there’s actually food in the fridge, not just mustard and mayonnaise. And you have actual butter! I have bread rising in the bowl, cause I noticed you were low. You guys should really keep a sourdough starter. It’s cheaper than buying bread. A little time-consuming, but cheaper,” You rattle off, looking in amazement at the warm cabin in the middle of the British woods. This is so much better than your crappy apartment.
“You… you didn’t have heat?” John looks surprised, his brows furrowed, “All U.K. apartment buildings are supposed to have some form of heat, especially for the cold months.”
“Oh, my building was a ‘historical site’ so they had that excuse to not update anything. And they had radiators, which is way more unreliable than your central heating. A consistent, nice 22 degrees (about 72 degrees Fahrenheit)? It’s so nice. I never want to leave. And you have proper food! Oh!” You seemed to not think it was such a big deal to them that your living conditions were… about as shitty as they come for an apartment.
“Historical site? When was it built?” Simon asks, confused as to what that would entail.
“Well, a relatively new one. Built in the 1940s, so all the electricity was wrapped in paper and there was no central heat. We had plumbing but we’ve had indoor plumbing since the time of the Romans, ya know? I had an outlet catch fire once! Literally smoldering in the wall. And my landlord said it was my toaster!” You laugh, “Can you believe it!” You laugh and continue to make breakfast.
“1940s? Isn’t that…?”
“Yeah. Single pane windows, radiators, rusted plumbing by now, and paper wrapped electric wiring, cause they hadn’t figured out a better insulator at the time,” John murmurs to one of his men who asked the question, “It checks out.”
“How did we not know about it?”
“I have no idea.”
“Oh! And my landlord wanted to charge me a hundred dollars more, just to move me into a shittier apartment with just painted subflooring! No real flooring! Insane…” You continue ranting, taking the biscuits out the oven and starting to plate them, pouring the thick gravy over it.
All the men just look at each other and nod, seeing you move around their kitchen like it's your own.
She’ll do good here. We made the right choice.
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okay but like… 141 with a partner who has chronic lower back pain.
I feel like Price would notice when you cant bend down mostly cause he likes sneaking peeks at your ass and notice the way your hand reaches around to press into the muscle.
“You alright, luvie?”
“Yeah. Fine.”
He can just tell from the strain in your voice that it hurts, so he gets up and grabs a bottle of lotion. You’ve told him before that you have chronic lower back pain, and sometimes it flares up. Not too bad, but other times you can’t get out of bed. So he takes the lotion and gently guided you to the couch and has you lay down on your tummy as he pushes your shirt up just enough to massage the tender skin, muscles, and aggravated nerves. He might give it a kiss after and then he’ll flip you over and ask for his reward 😉
I headcanon that Simon also has chronic back pain, so he knows all about it. He has all the stuff for it already. Ice packs, heating pads, massage lotion, all the goods. So when you tell him that you have chronic lower back pain, he doesn’t even blink. However, whenever you have a flare up, he is always right there to help. He’s also one to remind you to not do too much just because it feels good today, when you inevitably ignore him and have a flare up so bad you can’t get out bed, he is also the one to take care of your bedridden self.
"I told you, luv."
"Yeah, yeah..."
Johnny would be the one that you have to sit down with and explain to him your situation, and then he would be like "Oh, yeah! I get that sometimes!" and you have to be the one to break the news that what he feels sometimes, you feel all the time, and you can see it break his heart. Now he doesn't let you do anything the moment he sees your hand on your back. You are ushered to your comfortable bed that he bought after you explained your pain to him, with a heating pad/ice pack for your back, a full water bottle, and the remote for the tv, as well as your phone, in case you need him as he finishes whatever you had to do for the rest of the day. He also does it in half the time... jerk (not really, just a man who is deeply in love with his soon-to-be wife)
Gaz, you see that he gets it. He kind of immediately understands. He does ask for you to trace where the pain is on him, so he can get a better understanding of it. As you spread your fingers to cover the entire area of where your pain would sit on him, or at least a similar equivalent, tracing up and down to where it spreads, he asks what it feels like right now. And you tell him that it's at baseline right now: that you can move fine, it's just with that added pain that you feel every day. From then on, he is aware of whenever flare-ups start. It's fucking weird too, like, sixth sense weird. You could have a normal day, and when you head to bed, you see Kyle laying out your heating pad and placing a water bottle on your nightstand.
"What are you doing?"
"Just got a feeling, darling."
And the next morning, a random flare up, like he fucking thought.
"How did you know?"
"Cause I know you, darling." Then he'll kiss your forehead and be at your beck and call all day.
If it was a poly!141, I have a feeling that Simon would take point when he could. But if you both are down for the count, Price would take point on making sure that you both have everything you need, stationed in the living room, one on the couch and one on the old recliner that Price tends to populate. And then, at the end of the day, its a huge cuddle pile and movie night.
because I fucked up my back a little while ago and it’s acting up. enjoy, pretties!
cw: drug use mentioned, drug use, use of weed, mention of weed, chronic pain survivor
Simon Riley
When you came home early from work, Simon knew something was wrong.
“Lovie? You alright?” He asked as he watches you. The subtle limp you’ve hid, the way you don’t bend down enough to grab the shirt on the floor.
"Yeah! I'm alright,” You wave him off as you walk to the den. You promptly collapse onto the sofa, sighing in the slight relief of the position.
“Want a tea?” He calls from the kitchen, already knowing how you get when you’re like this. Never wanting to put the ‘burden’ on others, even when it is no ‘burden’.
“Yes, please,” You call back, and not a few minutes later, Simon comes around the corner with painkillers, your tea, and a sweet treat.
“Painkillers for your back, tea for calming, and one of those sandwich cookies you like so much,” Simon murmurs as he sets everything out for you before sitting where your head was, now supported by his lap.
“You’re too good for me,” you start to tear up, never wanting to put anything extra on another person. You never wanted to be a burden.
“No, birdie,” Simon presses his lips to your forehead as he holds you, “you’re perfect for me.”
John Price
John sighed as he saw you come in from your trip out shopping with your friends, flicking that morning's paper he wasn't able to read till now.
You were hobbling, either from how uncomfortable your shoes were or your back was acting up again.
You had told him that it was an old work injury that never fully healed. Either cause you're a work-aholic or just cause you were trying to pay rent, but either way it didn't heal properly, so it still gave you grief sometimes. Still flared up and made it painful to walk.
"Come on, love," John gets up, striding over to you, and picking you up.
As he walked to the bedroom, he was reminded of all the reasons he loves you. Your kindness, your selflessness and selfishness. How you loved for others and yourself. How you took care of him. How you loved a man with more blood on his hands than anyone he has ever known.
Soldiers on base always thought Simon or Soap were the scary ones. A mountain of a man known for moving silently and having the most unconfirmed kills of anybody or a loose cannon with explosives. Maybe Gaz, with how disarming he could be and how easily he could pull information he wanted from anybody.
But he knew... and you knew too. That he was the one who held them by their leashes and that made him terrifying, even to himself.
And yet you loved him with it all. His lumbering, towering, terrifying self and the strong, broad, kind man he had become.
"I love you, John," You quietly say into the silence, only interrupted by his footfalls.
"I love you too, sweetheart."
Kyle Garrick
"Hey, babe!-" Kyle cuts himself off, "...you okay, love?" He stands and moves towards you, leaning on the wall and trying to take deep breaths.
"Yeah... Yeah..." Your voice sounds tight, but not wavering. Something someone else wouldn't pick up on, but Kyle knows better.
He's watched as you calm yourself from whatever pain you experience, not wanting to lash out at whomsoever be closer to you. The deep, controlled breaths. The strained voice of fighting your emotional reactions. The way it cracks subtly at the end, like you're holding back- oop. Kyle was right. Holding back tears. This flare up must be bad...
Kyle comes up to you, hugging your shoulders under your arms, and lifts you gently, your toes just brushing the ground.
"Babe... what are ya doin'?" You look up at Kyle through clumped, wet eyelashes, the relief plain on your face.
"Come on. I'm taking you to bed," Kyle gives you a soft smile, happy to see the relief on your face.
"I don't-" You hiss in pain as you are jostled while he does his best to try to keep your body still, "I don't think that's in the cards tonight, love," You try to laugh, it comes out more like a huff with a tight smile on.
Kyle, however, has seen you in almost every state and knows how you react to almost everything, and he knows you're joking.
"Well," Kyle keeps his dazzling smile on, "I have a heating pad in the bed, and the lotion on your nightstand for a soothing massage. How does that sound?"
You give him a smile, actually relaxing in his arms, "Yeah, that... that sounds great."
Johnny MacTavish
"Hey, baby!" Johnny calls into the townhouse you both live in, looking around for you, listening for your normally barefooted steps, "You home?!"
"Yeah, babe. I'm in here," You slowly get your arm out and wave it, helping Johnny identify the 'pile of blankets' on the sofa as 'his lovely spouse in a pile of blankets'.
"Oh, baby. What happened?" Johnny's eyebrows knit together in worry until he sees your eyes.
"Ah. Flare up?" He sees the squinty, bloodshot eyes and remembers the medical marijuana you got assigned by the physician.
"...yep." You sleepily confirm, "Can you turn on Wolfblood? I would move but... I think I'll fall over."
"Yeah, lovie," Johnny gets a smile on his face. He's always loved you pliant and relaxed, especially when you are always so tense. He turns and turns on the TV, putting on the Wolfblood show for you to watch as you relax.
"I'm gonna take a shower, get cleaned up, and then come back to honor my Lady. How does that sound?" He hugs you over the piles of blankets.
"Sounds good, baby," You give him a slow nod, your squinty eyes giving away how high you are.
"Yeah," Soap nods his head, looking in your eyes, scanning over your body for any kind of injury than the one messing with your back, "Sound good to me too, love. Just make room in that blanket fort for me too."
Author's Cup of Tea: Just a little something to tide yall over till I can get another chapter out. I'm sorry it's been so long and I've missed youuuuu! Have a good day/good night!
Edit: plz ignore all the misspellings and bad grammar! i was high when I finished this draft… I will go back in and edit all the mistakes.
