deimos madness combat x reader

regret

A03 tags/ cw

Deimos (Madness Combat)/Reader, Deimos (Madness Combat), Hank J. Wimbleton, 2BDamned (Madness Combat), Sanford (Madness Combat), Reader, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sex, consensual but regretful sex, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Alcohol, Clubbing, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Minor Violence, Blood and Injury, Biting, Vomiting, Hangover, implied past relationship, 2BDamned is Called Doc (Madness Combat), reader is autistic, Autism, 2BDamned is autistic, Drunken Confessions, Drunk Reader

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After the mission, you find yourself in a dimly lit and quiet space, your heart still racing from the adrenaline-fueled events that unfolded earlier. The scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, a stark reminder of the need to tend to your wounds.

As you sit, Deimos sits down next to you, cigarette in hand. The smell of cigarette smoke fills your nose. "Here, let me help.." He grunts, pulling up your sleeve to reveal a large gash. His large hands begin to clean the wound. "Sit still... Jeez."

“Sorry that just hurts okay” You wince back from his touch.

Deimos rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I know. But if you keep squirming, it's gonna take longer." He pours sterile water over the wound, ignoring the hisses you make as it stings. He then continues to carefully clean the wound.

“I can do it myself y'know”

Deimos lets out an exasperated sigh. “You really can’t just let me help without arguing, can you?” He continues his work on your wound. “Don’t be so damn stubborn.”

You huff “Well I'm not a child. I can put  my own damn bandage on.” You weren't really helping your claims as you wine to the man patching your wounds.

Deimos finally looks up, annoyance crossing his face. “I know you’re not a child, jackass. I’m just trying to help.”

He takes the gauze and begins wrapping it around your wound. “Sometimes it’s okay to accept help, you know. Doesn’t make you weak.”

“I don't think I'm weak. I just prefer minimal touching from others”

Deimos finishes wrapping the bandage, and stands up with a scoff. “Of course you do. Can’t have anyone get too close, huh?” He shakes his head. “You’re gonna have to get over that someday, you know. You’re not always gonna be able to handle everything by yourself.”

You groan ”That's not what I meant. Skin to skin just isn't my thing” You pull your hand back into yourself tucking it into your lap.

Deimos' annoyance softens as he notices your hand retracting. “You’re touch-averse, aren’t you?”

“Yah I guess. Is that a bother to you?” you question, ready to slap him if needed.

Deimos sighs, leaning against the wall next to you. “No, it’s not a bother. I just didn’t know. You could’ve at least said something instead of just flinching and hissing the whole time.”

“It's just not something that comes up in conversation I guess…” you awkwardly play with your hands.

Deimos shrugs. “Whatever. Just.. be more open about that stuff. You nearly cut my fingers off trying to clean that wound with how much you were flinching.”

He gives you a sidelong glance. “And I suppose you’re not really into physical stuff, period, huh?”

“Yah. It kinda feels like little bugs are getting in my skin when people touch me.” you explain looking over the job Deimos did on your arm. “But it kinda feels like that when anything unwanted touches me. Like cotton balls and velvet”