Merry Pitchmas @l82theparty! 🎄
This was my first time drawing Junksen, but it was very fun. I hope I could satisfy you, as you said you loved a happy Aubrey smile (I do too). 😊
For the mini/chibi versions of them, the animal ears are dog for Emily and horse for Aubrey. I was just fooling around while sketching, it was just vibes lol. I thought it was cute, so I kept it lol
I was only a neutral Junksen fan before, but I think, after drawing them, I've become more of a Junksen fan than before! They're very cute! 🥰
Okay, so. Since you're looking forward to get into your junksen mafia au, I came to request more hcs. Or a drabble if you feel like. Aubrey gets under anesthesia for some medical issue and she becomes this chaotic sweet girl under the care of Emily who, despite being in their early stages of knowing each other, she makes sure to tease Aubrey about it when she recovers.
I don't make the rules. Thank you 🫶
okay so... this got away from me vee. this is not a drabble, its a oneshot lmfao. i hope you like ittttt
Emily is exhausted. Trying to keep up with work, and her… arrangement with Aubrey, she's not sure how she's still functioning. Truthfully though, the hardest part has been keeping the whole helping-a-Mafia-boss thing a secret from Beca. She's always hated lying in general, but she hates lying to Beca even more. The risks are just too great, so she soothes the guilt by reminding herself that lying keeps her friend safe.
At least she's off tomorrow. Unless she gets another call from an unknown number -– those calls are always Aubrey. Always politely asking for Emily's assistance, posing it as question, as if Emily has to the option to refuse.
As if Emily would refuse even if she could… That thought makes Emily's stomach clench as she enters her bedroom, freshly showered and ready for bed. She sighs and throws herself face down on her bed.
It's fucked up. She's fucked up, because somewhere between that first meeting with Aubrey and every one after, between the intense looks, and the blatant flirting that Aubrey does… somewhere between then and now, Emily's view of the older woman has skewed, and without her knowledge, or her permission, something like infatuation has crept up into her chest and nestled itself messily around her heart.
It's pathetic (and dangerous), because if she thinks about it, she knows she'd do whatever Aubrey asked -– within reason. She knows her morals have gone a little grey in agreeing to help Aubrey, but not so much so that she'd do more than what's required of her.
Groaning, Emily flips over onto her back to look up at the ceiling. I'm fucked, she thinks, not for the first time since she'd met Aubrey all those months ago.
She brings a hand up to scrub tiredly at her forehead and decides she's not going to think about, she's just going to enjoy this night with her best friend. They'll order pizza and watch shitty horror movies and---
Before she can finish the thought, there's a harsh, rapid series of knocks coming from their apartment door. "I got it, Em!" Beca says from somewhere down the hall. The knocks grow frantic and suddenly she feels on edge like-– "Jesus, hold on, dude!" She hears the door open and then a small thump. Emily sits up, heart suddenly in her throat. "Uh… E-Emily?" Beca's voice sounds strange and tight, and Emily stands and rips her door open to rush down the hall and into their cramped living room/kitchen combo.
The sight that greets her has her freezing in her tracks. A tall, blonde headed man has Beca's back pressed to his front, a knife pressed to her throat. "Emily Junk?" If Emily's brain was working better, and maybe if this guy didn't have a knife pressed so tightly to her best friend's throat that Emily can see the way line it creates against delicate skin, then she'd realize how familiar he looks.
"Emily--" Beca rasps. It breaks Emily from her shocked stupor, and she nods jerkily.
"Y-yes," She swallows thickly and takes a step forward. "I-– what---"
The man drags Beca inside and turns to the open doorway. "Hurry up, bring her in." Another man that Emily recognizes as Kolio comes in holding the broken looking body of none other than Aubrey Posen.
Something cold spreads throughout Emily's chest and her throat tightens. There's so much blood. It blooms out on Aubrey's shoulder. Emily feels sick. "Fix her, or I kill her." The man holding Beca says darkly.
Emily blinks, and then she takes a deep breath. "Y--you don't need to do that. I'll-– I'll do what I can, but please just let Beca go," Her gaze moves to Kolio. "Will you set her on the couch?" She asks in a trembling voice.
Kolio moves and gently places Aubrey on the couch, while the man the holds Beca to him only seems to press the knife harder into Beca's skin, making her whimper slightly. "No, you WILL fix her, or I kill your friend." He nearly growls.
Emily's already kneeling beside the couch, shaking fingers unbuttoning what was once a white blouse to get a better look at Aubrey's shoulder, but pauses to glare up at him. "I don't know if you've noticed, but this isn't a fucking hospital, this is my fucking apartment. I don't have high tech medical equipment just lying around. I said I'd do what I could, and I will, but you're going to have to let Beca go. Besides, I'm going to need her help."
"So-–so pretty when you–– when you're angry," Someone wheezes. Emily jumps and looks down to find Aubrey looking at her with a weak smile. Emily's mouth drops open slightly, a little shocked that Aubrey's even conscious. "Asher," Aubrey swallows. "Let the girl go," A hand weakly reaches up to cup Emily's cheek. "I'm in very capable hands," Embarrassingly, and to Emily's horror, the words do illicit a blush to spread across her cheeks, while her heart does funny things inside her chest. "Sorry about him, darling. My brother is a little over-protective."
Asher huffs from his corner in Emily and Aubrey's cramped apartment, before he releases Beca. She stumbles away from him, hand moving up to her throat. Emily tears her gaze away from Aubrey to look up at Beca. Her eyes are glassy, but she isn't crying. She looks some mixture of scared, pissed, and confused. Understandably so.
"What-–what the fuck, dude," Beca says after she checks to make sure she isn't actually bleeding. Her gaze shifts to Emily. "Em, what---"
A wave of guilt washes over Emily, and she almost drops her gaze. "I'm sorry, Beca. I'll-– I'll explain later, but I-–I need you to help me---"
"Why the fuck would I want to help---"
"Please, Beca. I just-–I need you to bring me what I need, alright?"
Aubrey's thumb strokes just over the apple of Emily's cheek. "Ms. Mitchell, don't be upset with-– with Emily. The less you know, the better."
Beca frowns, jaw tight. "Fine. Whatever. Tell me what you need, but I want a fucking explanation later. None of that the less you know bullshit."
Emily nods jerkily. "I need hand towels, the suture kit from the top of my closet, the first aid kit, and the rubbing alcohol, plus all of the pain medication you can find. Please."
Beca disappears, but not before Asher nods for Kolio to follow her. "Make sure she doesn't make any phone calls." He mutters, moving to close the apartment door and lean against it.
Emily brings her attention back to Aubrey, her heart racing in her chest. She gently reaches up to take Aubrey's hand and lay it at her side. "I'm sorry, but I don't have any anesthesia, so all of what I have to do is likely going to hurt. A lot."
Aubrey chuckles weakly, immediately grimacing as the action seems to cause her pain. "I know."
"I'm hoping you pass out from the pain, because if you go into shock, which could kill you. That is, if the blood loss doesn't."
If Aubrey is worried, she doesn't show it. "You do your best, and I'll do mine."
Emily's eyes drop back to the few buttons she'd managed to get, before she continues to undo the rest, slowly revealing a white, lacy bra. And as she gently shoves the shirt back on Aubrey's one shoulder, she takes in the hastily put on makeshift bandage.
It's then that both Beca and Kolio return. Beca steps up beside Emily with a handful of items, while Kolio moves to stand next to Asher. "Only pain meds we have are Motrin, and a few pills of Hydrocodone from when you broke your tailbone slipping on ice down the stairs." Beca says, kneeling down and dropping her haul next to Emily.
Emily grimaces at the memory, but nods. "It'll have to do," She picks up the Hydrocodone and untwists the cap, to pop out one of the pills. "I'm giving you one now, before I have to do what I have to, and then If you're conscious, I'll give you another," She waits for Aubrey to nod before she hands the pill over. She looks back over at Asher and Kolio. "I'm assuming it wasn't a through and through, correct?"
Asher gives her a curt nod.
"What's that mean?" Beca asks, looking between Aubrey and Emily.
"It means Emily is going to have to dig out the bullet before she can stitch me up." Aubrey says grimly after swallowing the pain medicine.
Emily grimaces. "I'm sorry," She says, before she moves to pull back the soaked through bandage. The wound isn't gushing blood, but it oozes a little as Aubrey shifts a little to try and glance at it. Beca curses under her breath. "Alright. I'm going to go wash my hands, give the pain medication a little more time, and then I'm going to try and dig it out."
Aubrey nods as Emily stands and moves toward the kitchen sink. She washes her hands thoroughly, scrubbing under her fingernails and uses the moment to take a few slow, deep breaths. She could do this.
She returns to Aubrey's side and settles beside the couch. "Beca, be ready to hand me whatever I ask for," Beca nods as Emily shifts her attention to Aubrey once more. "Ready?" Aubrey nods, gaze a little hazy. Emily hopes its the pain medication kicking in, and not anything else. She leans forward and places one hand on Aubrey's shoulder to keep her still should she jerk up, while the other hovers over the wound.
With one last apologetic look, Emily digs her finger into the wound, feeling around for the bullet. Aubrey's body jerks up and she gasps in pain. One hand reaches up to grip at Emily's arm hard enough to bruise, but Emily doesn't mind, as long as Aubrey doesn't try to pull it away.
The wound squelches as Emily pushes a little further, and… there! "I feel it," She says, before she digs deeper to curl her finger around it. Aubrey, who had apparently been trying to keep quiet, finally loses her battle and cries out as Emily's thumb joins her pointer finger to try and grab the bullet. Her face is pale, and sweat beads at her forehead as her body instinctually tries to move away from Emily's probing fingers. "One of you hold her down!" Asher is there a moment later, strong hand pressing down on Aubrey's good shoulder, while Beca moves to hold down her torso.
Finally, Emily finds a good grip and slowly -– carefully begins to pull it out. "Here, do something with this," She says to Asher as she finally removes her fingers, and the bullet out. Blood oozes from the wound, and Aubrey collapses back onto the couch, panting. Asher frowns, but holds out his hand. Emily drops the blood covered bullet into his palm and looks to Beca. "I need the alcohol and a towel."
Beca, who looks paler than Emily has ever seen her, holds out the items for her. Emily takes the hand towel first, wiping her fingers. She looks back at Aubrey, noting the way she breathes heavily, the way her eyes are shut tightly, and her brows furrow in pain. "I've gotta clean it now." Emily tells her, voice soft and apologetic. Aubrey nods, her hand still tightly holding onto Emily's arm.
It's the sting of the alcohol inside the wound that has Aubrey jerking up, before passing out. "Is-–is she alright?" Beca asks, swallowing thickly as her eyes move nervously to Asher.
Emily uses a clean towel to wipe away the blood and stave off anymore blood flow. "She passed out, which is what I was hoping for. Hopefully she stays out until I'm done suturing. Speaking of, hand me the suture kit."
She'd stolen several from the medical supplies closet at work to practice her stitching when she'd first started her internship. She'd wasted so many bananas, but her stitches were always perfect.
Beca hands over suture kit, having preemptively opened it. Emily gives her a thankful smile and removes the towel from Aubrey's wound to begin suturing the wound closed. A silence falls over them all as she works, her hands steady and sure as they pull and sew skin back together. Once done, Emily takes another clean towel and dabs a bit of alcohol on it to gently clean up any residual blood.
"Well," Emily says on a sigh as she looks up to Asher and Kolio. "Now it's up to her. I don't think she's lost enough blood, but she could still go into shock from pain. I don't recommend moving her yet. When she wakes, I'll give her another pain pill, get her to drink some water, and hopefully get her to rest enough that she can leave to recover at home tomorrow."
Asher nods. "Thank you." He says quietly.
Everyone goes quiet after that. Beca works to clean up the bloodied towels while Emily opens their first aid kit to grab the gauze and tape to cover the wound. Asher and Kolio make themselves comfortable with two stools from their kitchen island, setting them up on either side of the door.
It's not long after that Aubrey awakens with a groan of pain. Emily moves back to her side. "Easy. How are you feeling?"
Aubrey's eyes flutter open to look at her. "Like I've been shot." She croaks.
Emily grimaces. "Here," She uncaps the Hydrocodone and pops out a pill. "Take this. It should hopefully take the edge off a little. Then I'd like to see if you can drink a glass of water before you hopefully get more rest."
"Sure, darling, but -– and I know I've asked quite a lot of you already, but do you think I might be able to borrow a shirt?" Aubrey asks, taking the pill from Emily and swallowing it dry.
Emily blinks. "Oh, yeah-–I uh, I'm sure I have something that will be easy to get on."
Aubrey smiles. "Thank you."
Beca comes back then from throwing the towels in the sink to soak in cold water. "Em, am I-– do you need anything else? I-–I'd like to go to bed." Her eyes move to Asher nervously, before looking back to Emily.
"No, yeah, I'm good… Thank you, and-– and I promise we'll talk about it later." Emily says.
Asher stands from his stool. "Hey, before you go, don't---"
"---make any phone calls or contact anyone, or you'll kill me. Yeah, I got it, asshole," She glares at him, before looking back at Emily. "Goodnight, come get me if you need anything."
"Smart mouthed bitch." Asher mutters as Beca turns to leave. Emily smirks as her friend throws up her middle finger before she disappears down the hall and to the right."
A silence falls between them all, before Aubrey speaks up. "Asher, Kolio, why don't you take walk outside, and check in with everyone else."
Asher looks reluctant to leave his sister alone with Emily, but ultimately the two men leave. "Help me sit up?"
"Aubrey, I don't think---" Emily starts, frowning.
"I'm fine, and I have to sit up anyway so you can help me put on another shirt." Aubrey says, already trying to move.
Emily moves automatically to help her, one arm resting at her back, and the other moving to hold onto her good arm. She's breathing a little heavier by the time she settles back against the cushions. They both glance over to where she'd been laying, and Aubrey grimaces at the blood that had managed to get onto the cushion.
"Sorry, I promise to replace your couch."
Emily chuckles weakly. "It's fine. Not like you could really help it. Anyway, let me go find you a shirt."
It takes some searching, but she finds an oversized flannel that she'd stolen from an old ex boyfriend. She returns to find Aubrey with her eyes closed, another furrow in her brow.
"Hey, you okay?"
Aubrey looks up and smiles. "Yes. It-–it hurts, but the pain medication is dulling it a little-– I don't quite care for how it makes me feel."
Emily gives a sympathetic smile as she sits on the wooden coffee table in front of the couch. "I know. I didn't like it either. Kind of-– kind of like my head wasn't attached to me body, and god, my filter -– which is already on thin ice -– went away completely. Said whatever popped into my head. It was embarrassing. But, anyway. I have a shirt."
Nodding, Aubrey slowly sits up away from the back of the couch, before looking down at her still unbuttoned shirt, and sighing. "This was my favorite blouse." She shoves the sleeves down her arms, and Emily moves in to help, eyes staying on Aubrey's face. It had been easy to keep from looking down further at the lacy bra, but now that Aubrey wasn't actively bleeding out, it was hard to resist the urge to let her eyes wander to exposed skin.
With Emily's help, Aubrey manages to get her ruined shirt off, and the flannel on. "Button me? My hands are a little shaky."
Emily nods, her own hands tremble once as she starts the careful task of buttoning the flannel, her mind choosing this moment to bring up the emotions she'd shut away in order to function and help Aubrey. Aubrey watches her intently. "Emily," A hand reaches up to cup Emily's chin as she buttons the last button. She looks up, face flushing slightly at the gentle touch, and eyes suspiciously glassy. "Are you alright?"
"Not really," She says, resisting the urge to lean into Aubrey's touch. "I'm-– that was a lot, and I-–" She's having a goddamn crisis. "You-–" She reaches up to take Aubrey's hand from her overheated face. "Never mind."
Aubrey tilts her head slightly to study Emily, gaze only a little unfocused, and then her lips curve up into a smug smile. "You were worried."
Emily flushes, sitting back onto the coffee table. "Well, yeah, I mean your brother had a knife to---"
"No," Aubrey cuts her off. "No, you were worried about me."
Emily doesn't answer. Can't. But her face feels like it's on fire.
Aubrey's grin widens. "You're so pretty when you blush."
"Why do you do that?" Emily huffs, a surge of annoyance cutting through her confusing feelings. She clings to it. "Say things like that?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Aubrey stares at her so intently, that Emily has to fight not to look away. "Emily, I like you."
Aubrey's words send Emily's heart into a frenzied dance. "What?"
Aubrey sighs softly. "You are soft and kind, and incredibly smart. Your smile is bright enough to rival a thousand suns, and I would love to do nothing more than to stand in your light and be warmed, though I know I'm not worthy enough." She blinks, looking away.
Emily stares at her, heart beating so hard that she idly wonders if Aubrey can hear it. She can't speak, isn't sure she knows what to say anything.
"I look at you and feel-– well, just that. You make me feel. You remind me that I can still be soft, despite my hard edges and that--– that's something I need every now and then, so I don't get consumed by this life that I was born into." Aubrey looks back up at Emily, eyes softer and vulnerable, something she'd never seen from her before.
Emily swallows thickly. "Aubrey, I-–" She shakes her head. "I shouldn't, but I like you, too. I've been fighting it, but you just draw me back in every time, without even trying. But I don't know what to do with this information."
Aubrey blinks slowly, and Emily can tell the Hydrocodone is really beginning to work. "I don't either, but I really want to kiss you," Then she huffs slightly. "You're right about the filter thing."
Emily laughs softly, but it's full of nerves. "Look, I don't know if I can look past… well, you know. I-– I'd have to do a lot of thinking, but we can talk about it more maybe, if you'd like-– and when you're not high."
"I understand." Aubrey says, lips pulling down into a pout. It's cute, and Emily has to fight the urge to lean forward and kiss it away. She compromises with herself, and, before she can lose her nerve, she leans forward and and cups Aubrey's cheek. Her thumb brushes just beneath Aubrey's eye as she tips her head up a little, and presses a soft, slow kiss to Aubrey's forehead.
Aubrey inhales a little sharply, before she leans into Emily's touch, head turning to press a kiss to the palm of Emily's hand. Something warm blooms beneath her ribs, and she thinks it might be affection.
"I'll grab you a pillow and a blanket." She says when she pulls back.
It takes more effort than she'd like to admit, but Emily eventually pulls herself out of Aubrey's space to head into her bedroom. She grabs the extra blanket she keeps on the foot of her bed, her comforter, and a pillow. When she returns, she sets the pillow at the end of the couch without the blood, and helps Aubrey lay down, before she covers her with the comforter.
Once Aubrey is settled, she moves to the plush chair across from the couch, curling into it like a cat and pulling her spare blanket over her for warmth.
"Good night, Aubrey. I'll be here if you need me." Emily says softly.
"Good night." Aubrey replies, her voice already slow and soft with sleep.
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