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BRUISES AND BANDAGES

( Mark Grayson x reader || you don't know he's Invincible- but you patch him up anyway )

"I never knew you could be so nice." Mark comments as you patch up his hands, watching as you intricately tie little bows on the joints of his fingers. "I'm not that nice." You say, trying to downplay his praise as you tug the gauze on his pinky, looking up at him as you sit on your living room floor.

That stupid smile on his face made your heart flutter. Even with all those bruises on his face, he still looked pretty.

"I'm just looking out for you. Next time, try to actually look where you're walking." You try to lecture him. You try to sound mad that he got himself hurt, but you simply couldn't. To Mark, your words came off as endearing. Even when you tried to deny it.

"Do you have any of those Pochacco bandages?" He asks, smiling down at you despite his injuries. "You want to waste my good bandaids, Grayson? You're spoiled." You say back, clearly not meaning your words. Mark knew that. You knew that. You both knew that.

You get up from the floor of your living room carpet, dusting off your sweatpants. "Stay here. Don't even think about moving an inch, you hear me?"

"I won't, I won't." He reassures, putting his bandaged-up hands up in the air as he rests up against the couch.

You cared for Mark.

And it showed with the little bows you tied on his fingers while he rested his sore back on your living room couch, it showed through when you hurried him inside without a second thought.

"You better not." You shoot him a glance before you slip your house slippers back on, making your way into the bathroom to rummage around in your medicine cabinet for said bandages.

Mark's eyes wander around the decor in your living room. Sure, he's seen it all before but he didn't know where else to look besides directly at you. "Stay still." you steady his face by tapping the side of his jaw gently, making him face you. "You gotta stay still or else this bandaid's gonna go on wonky." Mark quietly studies your features as you cover his cuts with dog-themed bandages you had to restock weekly because of him.

Awkwardly, he says a small "sorry" in your direction, eyes flitting from your face to your hands. "It's fine, Mark. You're gonna make me go broke one day, but it's fine." you pat his shoulder, signaling that you were done with your handiwork.

Not having anywhere else to be besides home, he slides on the house slippers you gave him.

He studies his own face in the mirror near the door, tilting his head from side to side to see just exactly where you put those 'good' bandages of yours.

As he checks his face for damage he sees you in the corner of his eye. "You still look pretty, don't worry." you reassure him, leaning your head on his shoulder. Mark smiles to himself, covering his smile with his hand as he traces over the bandages you put on his cheek.

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BABY , DO YOU MISS ME ?

( Damnation!Leon Kennedy x GN!reader || he misses you more than he leads on, teasing, head-in-lap sitting, kissing ♡ )

“Absolutely breakfastless behavior.” You pretend to chide, clicking the roof of your tongue as you watch Leon simply kick off his boots, not even bothering to set them neatly off to the side. 

“What are you, my mother?” He says back playfully, fixing his work boots neatly near the door. You roll your eyes at this as you help him out of his jacket, a heavy yet form fitting turtleneck you had no idea where he got it from. When did he even have time to shop designer when he was constantly out and about? You really didn’t have time to think as you hung his jacket on the rack.

You were honestly just glad he came back to you in one piece.

“You said you’d come back last week.” you cross your arms as you watch Leon flop himself onto your couch, like he owned the place. He blows his bangs out of his face with a huff. “Since when were you so cutthroat about the time?” he brushes off your concern as he stretches his arms as he lays on his side. You sigh a bit at his nonchalant attitude towards your worry. You sit next to him, your collective weight with his own makes the couch creak slightly.

The silence lingering in the air makes Leon feel like he did something wrong.

His lips form a straight line, then a slight frown when he sees the look on your face. He shifts in his spot, fumbling forward so that he’s on his stomach, looking up at you with those tired eyes of his. God fucking damn it, Leon.

It was hard to stay annoyed with him with the way he was looking at you. With a tilt of his head he asks, “Are you mad at me?” he looks up at you, his chin almost landing into your lap. He wasn’t trying, really. You were finding it hard to keep the annoyed look on your face as he searched for your reaction on your face. “I’m not…” you trail off, your free hand already playing with the stray strands of dark hair that blanketed the back of his head. “Why would I be mad at you?” you ask in reply, running your hands through his hair out of habit.

“I’m not mad.” you say after you ask your question, which makes Leon feel slightly relieved. He didn’t get how you had the patience to stay with him for so long, but he wasn’t complaining. “Just worried.” Leon, not knowing what to say, turns onto his back to lay his head in your lap. Actions spoke louder than words, right? Leon wasn’t the best with words.

He tilts his head again as he stares into your eyes, his hand gently lowers your shoulder. Leon lifts himself a bit to make contact with your lips on his. It’s been so long since you’ve kissed him, you can feel the scruff of his stubble brush up against your skin.

You pull away to catch your breath, a smile creeping onto your face.“Is that your way of apologizing to me?” you ask, a playful edge in your tone. “My way of making up to ya, sweetheart.” he smiles back seeing the annoyed look on your face wash away as soon as he calls you one of his stupid pet names.

“C’mere,” you lift him up with all your strength, lifting 155 pounds of pure muscle was as hard as it looked, especially by the shoulders. Once he’s at eye contact level, you lean in to kiss him again.

Eagerly, Leon kisses you back, using his hand to hold your head in place. “Missed me that much, huh?” he teases, as if he wasn’t thinking of this exact moment on the plane ride home. Thinking about you made the ride back more bearable.

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