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how they react to you getting hurt on a mission
call of duty headcanons #3
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anyone else feel like there's not enough alex keller fics about? if you've got recommendations, send them my way pls <3
rating: explicit
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heard it over comms while the 141 were raiding an enemy safehouse
you had confirmed intel that they were hiding out after an attack on the local town, so moved in to take them out
you were making your way through the upper sections of the building, whispering into comms as you cleared each room
but as you moved further down the corridor, one of the terrorists barged out of the last door on the left, firing all bullets in your direction
you managed to dodge out of the way for most of them, sending bullets through his skin and taking him down, but not before a bullet lodged itself in your shoulder
price was practically shouting in your ear as he heard the gunshots from above and through his earpiece
he made it to you first, checking over you with worried glances, pulling the collar of your shirt aside to assess the damage
cursed out of sheer panic, grabbing you by the waist and hoisting you up, calling in for evac and medics
did not leave your side the whole flight back to base, constantly asking if you were okay
reaching the medic tent at base, he kept a stern eye on the medics, barking orders to be careful with you
but he was scared
scared he could have lost you
his fear always turned to anger, it was an emotional side of him you'd noticed since working together
he stayed with you the whole time
angry
so fucking angry
not at you, of course
but at literally everyone else
saw you get knocked up against the wall, pinned by your throat with a knife pointing into your stomach, hearing your cry of pain
he saw red
momentarily blacked out as he shot the guy hurting you at least 6 times
a little overkill but deemed it necessary
was immediately by your side. knocked your hand out of the way when you tried to cover it, and shushed you fiercely when you tried to tell him you were okay
did not leave any room for negotiation before picking you up bridal style and hauling ass out of there
didn't trust any medic to patch you up
did everything himself
turned super super quiet as he saw the wound fully, the blood pooling out of the gash. his face turned almost white
wouldn't speak as he cleaned and stitched the wound
it was only when he finally met your eye that his gaze softened. the apologies started uncontrollably spilling out
he apologised for literally an hour; about how he could have stopped the guy, how he could have gotten there sooner
you had to calm him down the whole night
never let you lift a finger until you were fully healed, and even after that he was hesitant to let you do anything strenuous
you caught him looking at your bandages every so often, even during training
one you even caught him in the act while he thought you were sleeping. he lifted your shirt to check you hadn't pulled any stitches, and you scared the shit out of him when you asked what he was doing
the two of you were climbing to reach a higher vantage point as appointed snipers
your rope snapped and you fell to the rocks below
he damn near snapped his neck trying to repel back down to you
saw your dislocated shoulder and couldn't hide his disgust until you pointed it out
nobody was able to reach you, the two of you were alone
said it'd click back into place on its own, and you weren't sure if he was trying to reassure you or convince himself
but when you explained he needed to knock it back into its socket, he shook his head
flat out just said no
the man can deal with blood and bullets and knives. broken bones or dislocations were not his strong suit
his stomach did that weird flip thing when he saw body parts out of place
you scolded him for being a baby and he pouted at you
had to psych himself up to do it
"its just a stupid shoulder, get it together" "don't be a baby, it'll take two seconds" "god that's so disgusting, why does it look that gross"
your eyes nearly rolled out of your head and the initial pain had basically subsided by the time he actually did it
nearly threw up when he felt your shoulder pop back into its socket
was riding alongside you in the truck when it flipped over from an enemy missile
the whole vehicle launched topside and rolled upside down
his first port of call was to turn and check on you, rushing to panic when he saw the blood on your face
after pulling himself out of the vehicle, he ran around and yanked over the driver side door, unclipping your belt and pulling you onto the pavement
saw your broken leg and almost passed out
literally forgot all his medic training in that one moment and only ended up calling for an evac when you told him to
was at your every beck and call while you recovered
you had to be wheelchair bound during your recovery, and as the base trainer, you were able to do your job from your chair
made jokes about you now having to be on wheels
did anything to lift your spirits
helped you with absolutely anything you needed, and secretly kind of liked that he had to take care of you
fell into the male housewife role really quick. scarily quickly
wheels you around base, and more often than not rolls over somebody's toes when he passes them. doesn't have the best spatial awareness capacity
always there to change your bandages, check your wounds
whenever your leg hurts, he's like a professional masseuse
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RIGHT THERE !
— hobie brown x gn!reader
— hurt/comfort, emotional scare basically, injury and death, cursing (its the f word once)
— it wasn’t his canon event, but god it may as well have been
— i’ve been sitting on this idea teehee. also looking for reqs! send in requests please pls pls :) (directly reuploaded from my old acc @/hobieenthusiast)
The mission was simple.
Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie were supposed to stop the anomaly along with that dimension’s Spider-man, then return back to base. Rules were same as always. Get in and out. Try not to cause too much damage.
And don’t interfere with a canon event.
This dimension’s Spider-man just happened to be another Hobie Brown. Difference? This one actually embraced the name Spider-punk.
“I think it’s cool. Why not?” Spider-punk said with a shrug, scanning around for the anomaly.
Hobie glances around as well underneath the mask. “Just don’t believe in consistency. Or labels.”
“Focus.”
The group manages to find the anomaly, but of course it would put up a fight. A city level destruction type fight. Now the Spider-people had to take the anomaly down while also saving everyone.
“Split up.” Gwen spoke, pointing downward by a bridge. “Hobie and I will take the anomaly down. Spider-punk and Pavitr, go help people evacuate.
Everyone nodded as they split, Hobie and Gwen heading towards the end of the bridge to take the anomaly down. Pavitr and Spider-punk ushered people off the bridge, quickly and effectively swinging to save any stragglers.
That’s when Spider-punk’s eyes caught sight of someone. Someone so familiar to him.
You. Stuck on the ledge of the bridge covered in stray metal and bricks. Your path was blocked.
He wasted no time swinging towards you, yelling to Pavitr what he was doing. Pavitr’s eyes widen as the Spider swung that way, but never making it. The anomaly fell back and hit him into a bus.
The anomaly stumbled backwards before falling down off the ledge, not before grasping at some held up wires and metal. All of that cam crashing down, right onto the ledge after he fell.
Right onto you.
That world’s Hobie yelled out before getting back up, getting to the debris as fast as possible. He pushed everything off of you as quickly as possible, dragging your tired and hurt body from the rubble.
“[Name], no no, ‘ey, I’m ‘ere.” He whispered, desperately taking his mask off to look down at you.
“Oh Hobie..”
Gwen and Hobie-138 swung down to the scene. Gwen’s expression turned somber at the scene, knowing exactly what was happening.
Hobie however, he just, stared. It was almost like looking at a future prediction for him.
No. It can’t be.
“Hobie..” You whisper, raising a hand to his face as you weakly cough. “I’m not.. gonna..”
Hobie shook his head, grasping your hand. “Aye, you will. Don’t say nonsense, alright?”
Except it wasn’t nonsense. The three outsiders knew the outcome of this, and they couldn’t do anything besides.. well walk away. Pavitr and Gwen kept their heads down as they snuck from the scene, getting ready to open a portal.
Hobie didn’t move a muscle.
“Hobie?” Pavitr whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. But nothing.
He could only stare at his counterpart began crying over you, watching as the injuries only make your body weaker and weaker.
“Do me a favour, yeah?” You call out weakly, taking a shaky breath. You didn’t have much time. “Keep saving the world. From enemies, fascists, all the evil plaguing the innocent. I know.. you can do it.”
The poor Hobie shook his head, not even trying to stop the crying. “I need ya, [Name]. Stay with me.”
“I can’t.” You respond, another cough escaping your lips. You offer your best smile, gently closing your eyes. “Keep rocking the world, my wonderful Spider-punk.”
And with that, you took your final breath.
Outsider Hobie stared as his counterpart cried out, clutching your now deceased body. His expression was.. a multitude of things. Sadness, anger, shock, nervousness.
Was this.. no. It can’t be.
“Hobie please.” Pavitr said, pulling him in his direction. “Let’s let him grieve.”
Hobie mindlessly followed his teammates into the portal, back into headquarters. Miguel was awaiting them as Gwen gave her description of how their mission went.
Hobie finally took his mask off, wiping the lone tear that managed to escape his eye. That.. wasn’t you. No, it wasn’t his [Name]. You were still with him.
“Hobie..?”
He turned to see Gwen and Pavitr with concerned expressions. Gwen was first to speak. “Are you okay..? I know that was..”
“‘m alright.” He responded quickly, shaking his head. “Wasn’t my [Name], yeah? So ‘m fine.”
He didn’t keep the conversation going any longer. Hobie quickly opened a portal back home, walking through it before any protests could be heard.
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —
You finally finish cleaning up your room, putting the last shirt you needed to hang on the rack. As you move your laundry basket back to its place, you hear your window open and close quickly.
Of course you knew who it was.
“Hobie?” You call out, emerging from the small closet. “Hey! How was the mission?”
He was wordless as he saw you, standing there, alive. But he needed more. Hobie continued his silence as he moved forward, pulling you tightly into a hug.
Your eyes widen as you wrap your arms around him. “My my, I missed you too.” You spoke with a small laugh.
The hug lasted for a solid two minutes. Hobie just simply relished in how warm and inviting you were. How wonderful you smelled, always like home. How you didn’t question his sudden need for touch, just embraced it.
When he finally did pull away, you smile, placing a hand on his cheek. “Everything alright?”
Hobie lets out a small smile, holding your hand and kissing you palm. “It is now.” He said in response.
No matter if what he saw was his canon event or not, he’ll be damned if he let it happen to you. His [Name]. Fuck Miguel’s rules.
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Comforting Them | Star Wars
Request: Can I make a request? Comforting the Star Wars boys pls - @cool--chicken
A/N: my first request!!!! 😃 also, Luke has two because I feel he would react differently? Lol
Anakin Skywalker
Comforting Anakin would take a lot of patience and lots of reassurance, Anakin has loads of self insecurity when it comes down to it, so you'd have to be very gentle while addressing him.
"Anakin? What's wrong love? Did something happen?" You'd ask him slowly, watching as he jumps slightly at your intrusion.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, I was just worried about you." Hearing this would swell Anakin's breaking heart, his tears slowing.
"It's alright my love. I'm just irritated with the council, they don't think I deserve to be a jedi master." He would explain to you, holding himself. This action makes you frown, and you're quick to grab his hands and wrap them around you.
"You know you don't have to go through this alone, right? I'm always here when you need me Ani," you'd reassure him, feeling his grip tighten around your waist.
"Thank you, my love."
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Comforting Obi-Wan would be a rare occurrence. As he usually would either deal with it on his own or busy himself with work to distract his true emotions. The first time you comforted him was after Qui-Gonn died, the second was when he had to battle Anakin. After assuring Anakin's children were safe, he came to you, no emotions held back.
"Obi-Wan? What's happened? I got your holo," you would say, watching as he broke down in tears in front of you.
"Oh honey.." you would whisper, gently lulling his head into your chest.
"I'm here when you're ready to talk." You would assure him, rubbing slow circles onto his head, patiently waiting for him to calm down.
"Thank you, Darling. I don't know what I'd do without you,"
"You're strong, Obi-Wan. I know without a doubt you'll get through this."
Darth Maul
Comforting Maul would take a lot of patience and kind words, after losing the battle with Obi-Wan Kenobi, he would definitely have a damaged ego.
"Maul? Oh my love, what has happened to you?" You'd ask gently, taking in his new appearance. Savage told you of his battle with Kenobi and you were furious, how could anyone labeling themselves as a jedi attempt to kill someone? You were just thankful he was still alive.
"Darling? Oh my sweet, I have missed you" Maul would say, you both running into each others arms.
"I'm so glad you're okay," you'd whisper, rubbing gentle circles onto his temple.
"And you, my lady. I have been in need of you."
ANH!Luke Skywalker
Comforting Luke would consist of cuddling, smooches, and blankets. After losing Ben, Luke's mood was dampened. Something you hated to see, he was a ray of sunshine, he didn't deserve to be sad.
"Hey hon, how are you doing?" You'd ask, laying a soft blanket over his shoulders. He would smile sadly and shrug, thanking you for the blanket.
"I just can't believe he's gone," he'd say sadly. You frowned and sighed, wrapping your arms around him. He would accept the hug immediately, tucking his head into your neck.
"Oh honey...it'll be okay, alright? I'm here for you," you'd assure him, gently scratching his scalp and kissing his head.
ROTJ!Luke Skywalker
Comforting Luke after he becomes a jedi master would be difficult. He liked to deal with his emotions on his own now. So convincing him to share would take a lot of coaxing.
"Luke? I know something's wrong, you can't fool me," you'd say to him as he attempted to walk away from you. Everything he's been through really changed him.
"I told you I'm alright." He'd tell you again. You'd sigh and feel hurt, he used to be so open with you. Although after sensing your thoughts, he'd stop and turn to you.
"Look, I know you're a jedi master now but that doesn't mean you have to shut me out, I love you and will always be here for you." You'd tell him, not expecting for him to reply.
"Sweetheart, I-I'm sorry. I'm just dealing with the death of my father rather harshly....thank you, I love you too."
Han Solo
Comforting Han was a very rare occurrence. This man isn't known for being emotional, he would definitely deny being sad or needing comfort. You being you would just pull him into a hug. Han would most likely accept it.
"Han, quit being such a hard ass, everyone has feelings, even you!" You'd say to him, watching as he rolled his eyes. You knew he was faking, just being a tough guy for everyone. You'd sigh and yank him by his collar into a hug, Han nearly yelping.
"See? This isn't so bad, hm?" You'd say to him quietly, Han groaning in reply.
"Yeah yeah, its alright I suppose."
Darth Vader
Comforting Vader would be difficult. He's still stubborn Ani underneath so he'd probably attempt to deal with it on his own, or force choke someone daring to address him. Unless it was you, you're his weakness after all.
"Vader? What's wrong?" You'd ask him, gently placing your hand on his back. Vader would turn to you in silence, placing his hand along your cheek before answering.
"I'm quite alright, my love. Simply dealing with an issue." He'd say. You would sigh and nod, frowning at his stubbornness.
"You know I'm here for you, right? I always will be, you never have to deal with anything on your own." You'd assure him, feeling him gaze into your eyes.
"I know my love. Thank you."
Din Djarin
Comforting Din would be a process. He's stubborn like most of these guys are and would probably feel ashamed to need comfort. But due to you and Grogu, he'd feel bad for not sharing, so he'd eventually go to you.
"Cyar'ika?" He'd ask, his voice deep.
"What's wrong?" Of course you'd know, he's not very good at hiding his emotions from you.
"Nothing, I just..." he'd sigh, you immediately running into his arms to hold him.
"I'm here Din, always." He thanks the stars every night that he has you and Grogu.
Poe Dameron
Comforting Poe would probably be rather easy. When he's truly in need of comfort he wastes no time in finding you, that is if you don't find him first. Your wife senses go off when he's in need.
"Poe? Honey, I'm here." You'd say running up to him, cupping his cheeks in your palms.
"Oh baby...thank the force I have you," he'd breathe, securing his arms around your waist.
"Shh, c'mere hon," you'd whisper, gently pulling him into your neck, playing with his hair that rested on the nape of his neck.
"I love you, so much."
Kylo Ren
Comforting Kylo would be much like comforting Vader. Both are stubborn to no end and insist they are okay or can deal with it on their own. But unlike Vader he wouldn't be able to resist you as long, he ultimately gives in and accepts your comfort.
"Kylo, is everything okay?" You'd ask, resting your hand on his upper arm. He would stay silent, barely moving.
"Kylo, you know I'm here for you my love, no matter the problem," you'd assure him, watching as he broke and gave in, quickly pulling you into a hug. You'd accept immediately, and rub small circles onto his back.
"I love you."
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Could you write a Carl x insecure!midsize!reader pls? Just Carl reassuring her she's beautiful regardless 🫶💜
first off, this is my first twd request, thank you so much for the request. second, if anyone is going through something similar, just know that you're beautiful no matter what :) i love you!
you're beautiful | carl grimes
carl grimes x insecure!midsize!reader
angst with eventual fluff | WARNINGS : doubtful thinking, being mean to self, comparing in a negative way
summary: insecurities get the best of you, even during the apocalypse. carl is always here to reassure that you're beautiful.
note: this takes place when carl would've been an adult! (also i apologize if this is really bad..)
Ever since you were a teenager, insecurities have become a big part of your life. At first, it started with small things like: not enjoying the way your hair looked, or hating your eyebrows.
It eventually became about your body.
You were scared of how people would view you, but most importantly - how you viewed yourself.
Some people might say that caring about your looks during an apocalypse is pointless because there's other horrible things going on, but it damages your mental health.
Although you had these thoughts, your boyfriend Carl thought otherwise.
He would always assure you that you were the most beautiful person he ever laid eyes on - because it was true.
Today was a new day, though, as you threw on a regular short sleeve shirt and jeans. You walked over to the mirror in your bedroom and looked at yourself.
There was a tad bit of sadness filtered over your eyes as you watched how the clothes looked on you. With a sigh, you left the room and went downstairs.
You shared a house with Carl since you were now adults and no longer teenagers. It was quite nice to live with him, but he always got up early to visit Judith and do a few other things.
Noticing your footsteps, Carl turned around and smiled at you. "Hey there. Did you sleep well?"
"I did," you returned a slightly smaller smile than his back to him. "Did you? I notice you're up early again."
"I did too, but I had to go over to see Judith since my Dad went on a run before," he walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you. "I'm glad you're up, though."
You practically melted into his touch. It was nice being in his embrace - so nice that it almost made you cry. "You should sleep in late one day, too."
"Maybe one day, sweetheart." He whispered before leaving a kiss on the top of your head.
Blinking away your tears, you left his embrace and looked at him. You made sure to smile to distract him from your red-tinted eyes.
Why were you so emotional right now?
Was it the mix of Carl's strong love and the insecurities sneaking into your brain? You weren't too sure.
"You wanna do something tonight? My dad and Michonne are gonna make something and invited us over," Carl suggested. "Only if you want to, of course."
"That sounds great," you nodded, hoping that the distraction would help with your insecurities and terrible thoughts.
"Great," Carl gave you one last kiss. "I'm going to help Maggie with something, I'll see you soon, okay?"
"Okay, I love you." You replied.
"I love you too."
The evening soon arrived, which meant you had to get ready for dinner with Carl's parents.
You quickly went upstairs to change out of your plain shirt and instead change into something more fancy. (Although fancy clothes were hard to find during the zombie apocalypse).
Searching through your clothing drawer, you found a nice black top to compliment your dark blue jeans.
You threw your other top away and replaced it with your new one. Looking into the mirror, you noticed your shoulders and had those thoughts again.
A frown appeared on your face, those terrible thoughts getting stronger. The insecurities were practically tattooed onto your brain.
"Fuck," you said through gritted teeth as you tried to fight off the tears. "I have to find something else."
You opened the drawer again, ignoring the tears running down your cheeks. "Where is that top, shit!"
Clothes were being thrown all over the floor as your frustrated mind wandered everywhere. It was horrible - your thoughts, you hated them.
You hated yourself.
Slamming your fist against the drawer, you let out an angry sigh and continued looking.
Without knowing someone was standing in the doorway, Carl walked forward and gently laid his hand on your shoulder. "Baby?"
You jumped slightly and turned around. "Carl? I-"
His eyes looked at the floor. The clothes everywhere embarrassed you. You didn't mean to make such a huge mess.
"Why are the clothes everywhere?"
"Uh." you finally looked up at him, Carl realized the tears stained on your face, making his face soften.
"Baby?" He cupped your face gently. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"It doesn't matter," your voice was a whisper as you looked away from him. "It's just something silly."
"Y/N," he used his hand to turn your head. "What happened? You know you can tell me, right?"
"I know," you sniffled. "It's just- it affects me all the time. I mean, all the time."
Carl tilted his head out of pure confusion. "What is it that affects you? Is it something that you can tell me?"
Your lip quivered as you made eye contact with Carl. That's when you burst into tears, all the emotion spilling out of you.
"I hate the way this top looks on me. These jeans, too. I hate the way I look in everything," you confessed. "I don't like the way I look. I'm not pretty or beautiful."
Carl suddenly pulled you into a hug, holding you tight. "Don't ever say that, sweetheart. You're everything to me, okay?"
He pulled away from the hug and looked at you. His face was serious. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met. You know, I remember the first time I saw you and I was in awe."
You sniffled once more. "Are you just saying that?"
"Why would I?" He held your face lovingly. "I love you so much. You're beautiful to me and to everyone. Your body is perfect, your face, everything about you."
Carl kissed your cheek, "If I could kiss all the parts of your body until you realized your beauty, I would do it a thousand times for you."
Your eyes were watery again. This time it was happiness instead of sadness. Carl really knew his way with words. "Really?"
"Of course," he peppered your face with kisses, the tickle-feeling made you giggle. "You're so stunning. I think you belong in a museum."
"Stop it," you smiled.
"I mean it." Carl smiled back at you. "You know, if you're ever going through something like this then you can talk to me. I'll make sure you know how beautiful you are everyday. I'm also serious about kissing you everywhere."
"Carl," you smacked his arm lightly. "Thank you so much. I don't know how I got so luck meeting you."
"I could ask the same question to you." Carl said.
"Shit, we're going to be late to your father's house." You suddenly noticed.
"Do you still want to go? We don't have to if you don't want to." Carl reassured.
"You know I have to see Judith," you smiled. "I wanna see Rick and Michonne too."
"They're really excited to see you again. I swear Michonne is the most thrilled to see you," Carl explained to you. "And Judith too."
"We better go then." You kissed his cheek then, "I love you. Thank you for this."
"Anything for you."
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Chapter 5 - The Ghosts of Babylon
Series Chapter Index | Read on AO3 | Complete
Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut and violence
Series tags: Joel Miller x You, Joel Miller x Reader, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, LGBTQ+ characters, y/n is bi/pan, y/n is ~45, violence, pregnancy, abortion, medical trauma, emotional trauma, panic attacks, sex work, suicide, smut, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, romance, no use of y/n, reader has longish hair, Joel can lift you, smallish age gap (~11 years), I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3
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Joel is waiting on your porch holding a large toolbox when you jog up at ten past the hour.
“Sorry, I’m late, got held up.”
He glowers, rumbling in his deep Texas drawl. “I said five.”
“And I said I got held up,” you reply easily, bypassing him to unlock your front door. “The kitchen’s through here.”
He follows with an exaggerated hmph and you resist the urge to roll your eyes.
“There,” you say, pointing up at the kitchen ceiling, a spot just above the cabinets, running down the back wall. “I think there was a leak at some point. Pipes froze, maybe.”
He walks slowly up to the wall and splays a hand against the drywall, testing its solidity. “Bathroom’s upstairs?”
“Uh-huh. Right above this.”
“Sounds like you already know what the problem is,” he says over his shoulder. “Whaddya need me for?”
“I need to make sure the floor in the bathroom is sound. And…I was hoping you could help tear out the old insulation and re-insulate so the pipes don’t freeze again.”
He shakes his head. “I told you–”
“I know, the committee, but I’m sure I can get the insulation for trade, and if you have a few free hours–”
“I don’t.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, hard.
God, he will not make this easy.
“Okay. Fine. But can you at least look at the floor?”
He sighs, “Alright. Lead the way.”
You show him up the narrow staircase and into your bathroom. At the far end, a clawfoot tub and shower take up most of one wall. There’s barely enough room for both of you, so you let him go first. Yellowed stains creep up the floral wallpaper behind the tub, rippling across the floor underneath.
“If you step right here, you’ll see what I mean,” you squeeze tentatively past Joel in the tight space, using your foot to push down on the painted hardwood between the tub and the toilet.
You reach out to pull him toward you by the arm, but he jerks away as if burned by your touch.
“I can get it. Get outta there.”
You slide back out, hands up in mock defense, letting him take your place. He frowns at the dip in the wood when his boot puts weight on it, then stands up, hands on his hips, staring at the ceiling.
“Is there an attic in this place? Should check–”
“No,” you say quickly. “I’ve been up there. Just a bunch of junk. No water damage.”
He narrows his eyes. “You’re sure? ‘Cause if there’s rain gettin’ in, there’s no point in fixin’ the floor until the roof is sealed up.”
“I’m sure. So...you think it’s safe, or…?”
“Only one way to find out,” he says, reaching for the toolbox and retrieving a hammer. He drives the claw into the wood and meets little resistance, pulling up on the first board, which bends too readily, like a twig. You wince as he goes back for more, ripping out three, four, five of the narrow oak planks like they were nothing. The subfloor underneath gives way just as easily.
“Yeah, that’s all rot,” he says, digging into the hole he’s made, shining a flashlight into the gap between the floor and the kitchen ceiling. “You’ve got a joist here to support the tub…but it’s half gone.
“You’ll have to take out the wall on this side,” he stands up with a muffled grunt, the sound of a man with sore knees. “Plumbing’s on this wall, prob’ly leaked down from here.”
“Well…shit. I hoped it wasn’t that bad,” you lie.
“Look, if it were me, I’d ask to be reassigned,” Joel says, tucking the hammer back in the toolbox. “No shortage of houses around here.”
“I know. I’ve just…I’ve grown attached to this place,” you say, letting your voice waver. Even better if he thinks you’re crying. “It’s the first time I’ve had a…a real home in a long time, y’know? ”
You expect him to roll his eyes at this overplayed sentimentality, but he doesn’t, just considers you with that unreadable expression. You drive the point home with a shaky, hiccupy little breath.
“Fine,” he mutters. “I can do the work. It’s not gonna be pretty, drywall don’t hold up and we don’t have much. I need time to get the supplies, but–”
“Thank you!” you burst in before he can finish. “I mean, thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.” You squeeze his arm, and this time he doesn’t pull away, only flinches.
“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t go usin’ that bath,” he nods toward the tub. “And I wouldn’t use the kitchen until we get the joist replaced.”
“It’s fine. I can shower at the clinic, and I’m no cook.” He scowls as though you’ve given too much information, but you press on. “How can I repay you? Can I buy you a drink?”
“I don’t drink,” he says. He’s already picked up the toolbox and is headed for the stairs.
“Well…think about it,” you tell him. “I owe you one.”
“Right.”
~*~
You thought cornering Joel into helping with your house would give you time to work your way into his good graces, but he doesn’t make it easy. When he’s not on patrol, he’s working on community projects, leaving only a handful of free evenings to focus on your house. You always seem to be working at the clinic during those times, and part of you wonders if that’s his intent.
In the meantime, you try to get information about Ellie through subtle questions of the community. You learn her schedule, and you know who she hangs out with, and where she volunteers, but no one seems to know anything about her past.
Over the next few weeks, you come home to find your kitchen walls stripped to the studs, a steel support post holding up the clean half of the rotted floor joist. The bathroom closed off with a tarp, a note stuck to the blue vinyl.
Mold. Stay out.
He’s left an old plastic joint compound bucket on the floor, the implication clear.
What a gentleman.
He always sweeps up, wipes down the dust, and stacks his salvaged supplies and tools out of the way before he leaves. He takes out the rotted innards of your bathroom in fat black contractor bags.
You occasionally cross paths with him as he’s packing up to go, and each time you try to engage him in conversation, he answers in monosyllabic grunts and makes a wide arc around you to get to the door. Too many evenings like this and you realize you need to step it up, or the project will be finished before you’ve had a chance to learn his middle name. So on a particularly slow night, you feign a headache and leave the clinic in Shiela’s capable hands.
The whine of a saw echoes down the hall as you close your front door. You hear Joel’s low voice talking from the kitchen and you move toward the sound, keeping your steps quiet, feeling like an intruder in your own house. Through the doorway, you’re surprised to see Ellie at his side, both of them crouched over something behind the kitchen island.
“You keep your fingers clear, hand on the grip; no, not like that. It’s not a pistol. Here,” he reaches over and adjusts her grip on the drill. “This is forward. This is reverse.”
“Righty tighty, lefty loosey,” Ellie says. “I got it, I got it.”
Joel grunts. “You want a ninety-degree angle or the screw’ll get stripped. Put some muscle into it–”
There’s a mechanical whirr as the drill springs to life, the grinding of metal on metal. Then from Ellie, “Ah, shit.”
“It happens, try again,” Joel says. His voice is soft, and patient, lacking his usual gruffness.
“Hey–”
The pair startles, standing and wheeling around. You recognize the soft snick of a switchblade opening at Ellie’s side.
“Whoa, sorry,” you say. “It’s just me, I got the night off, I thought maybe you could use a hand–”
“We’re good,” Joel snaps.
“Yeah, I see you’ve got it covered,” you say, turning to the girl. “Hey, Ellie. How’s it going?”
“It’s fine,” Ellie says, shrugs. “I read those comics. They were pretty good. Maybe not as good as Savage Starlight , but still…pretty good, yeah.”
She’s wearing a purple t-shirt and her sweatshirt is piled with Joel’s jacket on the kitchen island. You step forward into the room, eyeing her exposed, scarred arm.
“So…what’s the damage?” you ask, turning to Joel.
He runs a hand through his messy hair, looking up to the ceiling, where the drywall has been torn out to expose the underside of the bathroom subfloor.
“There was mold in the bathroom drywall and the floor’s rotted out about five feet from the wall. The joist’s gonna need to be replaced, but that’s a two-man job. I might be able to talk Tommy into helpin’, but he’s got a new kid so...” He trails off as if he’s offered too much personal information, wiping his hands on a rag before tucking it into the pocket of his jeans.
“This should hold her ‘til we can get a crew in here to replace the joist. But no baths, I don’t trust this thing with that kinda weight,” he says, gesturing to the temporary support.
“You calling me fat?”
“What?” For a moment Joel looks panicked, then he rolls his eyes. “I mean a tub that size weighs a shit-ton and you fill it with fifty gallons of water, you got yourself a problem. It’s a miracle the damned thing hasn’t already fallen through.”
He continues to detail the project status, but your attention drifts back to Ellie, who’s playing with the cordless drill, holding it out in front of her like a gun. This puts her arm on full display, and now you’re close enough to see the snaking, vining cordyceps blisters under the skin, the imprint of someone’s dental work in the flesh.
“I won’t have the insulation ‘til next week, Tommy says there’s some extra up in the rec center but god knows what condition it's in. Salvage runs don’t usually turn up anything worth a shit…”
There’s no mistaking it; that’s an infected bite…
No wonder FEDRA wants this kid , you think, a cold seed of certainty planting itself in your stomach.
Suddenly Joel is in your face, stepping between you, pushing you back. “Ellie, go home.”
“But–”
“ I said go home .”
“Fucking hell, man,” Ellie huffs, snatching her sweatshirt off the counter and stalking out of the room.
He waits until you hear the front door slam before he speaks, slowly and deliberately cutting his words. “I know what you’re doing,” he growls, still standing too close; you can feel an angry heat coming off his body, the faintest kiss of his breath on your face, and your back is inches from the wall.
You hate to admit it, but you’re almost turned on.
“And what is that, exactly?” you counter. “Treating your kid? Trying to get to know my neighbors? What exactly am I doing that’s so fucking objectionable, Miller?”
He seems taken aback at your sudden venom, the use of his name. There’s a glimmer of sorrow in his eyes, but it quickly turns dark. “She’s not your friend. We don’t need no friends,” he hisses, the Texan drawl thick with agitation. “Just…back off.”
You gape at him, barking a laugh. “Wow. You’re a piece of work, you know that? Does this moody, macho-bad-boy thing go for everyone? Or am I just that fucking special?”
“I’m…” he starts, swallowing hard. You wait for the rest, but it doesn’t come. He scowls, and you feel him edge back. The rush of cool air between your bodies should be a relief.
He doesn’t clean up, doesn’t grab his tools, just shoulders his way around you and out the door.
You seethe, barely containing a sudden urge to break your fist on the wall while pretending it’s Joel’s stupid face. You settle for a few deep breaths, unsure if you’re truly irritated with him, or with yourself for letting the arrogant asshole get under your skin.
The headache you were supposedly faking has manifested behind your eyes, and you don’t fall asleep for a long time.
~*~
He’s standing on your front porch in the morning, blocking the doorway as you’re leaving for the clinic. He jumps, caught off guard when you open the door and find him there, looking lost.
“What–”
“What are you–”
You speak at the same time, cutting each other off.
“I live here,” you say, feeling a fresh prickle of ire reseat itself in the pit of your stomach. “What’s your excuse?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I guess I…yeah.” Joel rubs at the back of his neck, visibly agitated. There’s a long silence before he finally mutters, “I wanted to apologize.”
Another long pause.
“By all means, go ahead,” you prompt.
His eyes narrow. “...what?”
“You said you wanted to apologize, but I didn’t hear an apology,” you smirk, knowing you’re being pedantic, but it feels too good to watch him squirm.
He gapes, mouth opening and closing for a few delicious seconds before he huffs. “Whatever. Need my stuff.”
He invites himself in, barreling past you and straight toward the kitchen. You follow on his heels. You don’t know you’re going to ask the question until it’s out of your mouth.
“Christ, Miller, why are you such a fucking asshole?”
He’s kneeling, shoving tools and supplies into the toolbox with force, but his head snaps up at your words.
“Shut your damn mouth,” he says, his voice barely a whisper.
But you can’t stop yourself. You’ve spent the night tossing and turning, angry at yourself for how much you’ve let this stupid man get to you, and now you have him cornered.
“You get off on being a dick? Is that it?”
He’s suddenly on his feet, crossing the distance between you in two long strides. He’s so fucking close you can feel his body practically vibrating with rage. His eyes bore into yours, lit by an angry flame.
You sneer. “You wanna hit me, big man? Go right the fuck ah–”
His mouth descends on yours before you can comprehend it: The press of lips, the hard clack of his teeth, the scrape of stubble against your chin. Rough and hungry, almost needy, the kiss shocks you into a numb silence.
Your hands come up to his chest, pushing him away, too stunned to speak. You’re both breathing hard. He licks his lips, watching you, something unknowable flicking across his face before he turns, grabs his toolbox, and walks out.
What…the fuck.
You’re still trying to catch your breath, to make sense of this strange and abrupt shift, when you hear his boots thudding on the hardwood floor. He re-enters the kitchen and looks at you, flushed and contrite.
“I shouldn’t’ve done that,” he says roughly. “That’s not–”
You don’t let him finish. You turn and grab him by the collar of his flannel, throwing yourself against him, meeting his ferocity with your own. You kiss him with tongue and teeth and bite, pleased when he doesn’t pull away when his hands find your hips and dig into the soft flesh.
That’s more like it.
You tug at his belt buckle with skilled fingers and have it off before he knows what’s happening. He moans into your mouth when you bite his lower lip. You soothe the nip with your tongue, diving in, tasting him.
“Fuuuuck,” he hisses, hands fumbling at the waist of your scrubs. You help, undoing the front tie, letting the soft fabric slip down your legs. You anchor your arms around his neck and he takes the hint, pulling you up so you can wrap your legs around him. He turns you both around, slamming your back against the wall hard enough to knock the air from your lungs.
More fumbling as he works his jeans down his hips–a challenge with you hanging off him, but somehow you manage. His breath is on your neck, the painful nip of his teeth at the hollow where your jaw meets your ear. Your panties are roughly pushed aside and he’s inside you, thick and hot, too full, too fast. You bite your lip to avoid crying out.
Braced against the wall, he thrusts into you, your head hitting the wall with each thrust. His brow furrows, head down in concentration, and you run your hands down his back, muttering encouragement.
“Yeah, that’s right baby, fuck me,” you hiss, and his hand grips your jaw, covering your mouth, his eyes meeting yours in a silent warning as he punctuates his intent with a hard thrust.
Not a talker, should have known, you think, letting your teeth graze his palm, tasting salt.
You breathe, trying to stay open, to let him use you. A pleasant burn settles low in your abdomen as you get used to his invasion, but you’re barely there, just a vessel for him to fill.
His pace speeds up and you feel the telltale tensing in his back, his neck. Suddenly you’re unmoored, almost dropped, sliding down the wall. He turns away with a grunt, finishing in his hand. The emptiness between your legs throbs, half pain, half unsated desire.
There’s a long silence as the proverbial dust settles in around you. You feel a happy surge of triumph. After days of trying to breach his stony exterior, he’s finally in your territory.
“Miller–”
“I’m clean,” he says, moving to the sink, turning on the tap. His face is flushed, whether from embarrassment or arousal, you’re not sure, but his eyes are soft.
“Good. So am I,” you say brusquely, plucking your scrubs from the floor, pulling them up, and cinching them at your waist. “So this doesn’t need to be a one-time thing.”
He shakes his head, not meeting your gaze. “I’m not lookin’ for anything.”
You fight the urge to roll your eyes as if this encounter was the start of a romance, a prelude to anything but more fucking.
Barely passable fucking, at that.
“Neither am I,” you say. “But I have some experience with…relieving tension.”
This is as close as you’ll come to revealing your hand, letting your real-life identity bleed into this one. Not something you do as a general rule, but under the circumstances, you’ll take the risk.
He arches an eyebrow, and the expression is such a drastic difference from his stony glare that you allow yourself to admit that he’s incredibly attractive. He’s muscled from years of hard labor, hair just on the edge of salt and pepper, and when he’s not scowling, his eyes have a dark, seductive, come-fuck-me look that makes your stomach do pleasant somersaults.
“It’s a trade economy, right?” you continue, moving around him to wash your hands, smoothing loose strands of hair behind your ears. “Consider it a trade for work on the house. Payment for services rendered.”
He doesn’t respond, looks so confused that you have to bite back a smile, but you know he’ll take the bait. The desperation in his eyes, the frantic way he’d pushed inside you–this is a man who hasn’t had a physical connection in months, maybe years.
“Think about it,” you say flatly. “I’m late for work.”
You leave him standing in your kitchen, his belt buckle still undone.
~*~
He has you again two days later. You return from the clinic to find him in the bathroom on his back, wedged between the toilet and the tub. He grunts in acknowledgment when he hears you come in but doesn’t look at you, intent on his work.
“You’re missing a shutoff valve for the shower. I’m not a plumber,” he says gruffly. “But I can do the work if we find the right fitting.”
“Oh?” you feign interest, seeing an opportunity, stripping off your scrub top and tossing it in the hamper.
“You’ve got three different kinds of pipe in here and they’re held together with fuckin’ bubblegum and spit,” he grumbles, as though the shoddy craftsmanship is somehow your fault. “No point in insulating until I clean this up and get the valve in, it’ll just leak again and you’ll be shit outta–”
When he finally sits up and looks at you, you’re standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a bra and panties. The nice ones.
“...luck,” he finishes, lips parting, eyes dark with desire, a catch in his breath. You bite back a smirk.
Men are so fucking easy.
“Wash up,” you say. “I’ll be in the bedroom.”
There’s the brief sound of running water as you wait for him on the bed, then his footsteps over the threshold. He looks nervous, unsure, as though he hadn’t just taken you up against the wall two days ago.
You crawl to the edge of the bed, reaching out to undo his belt, and his jeans, sliding them down over narrow, muscled hips and thighs. He’s already half hard, not bad for a guy pushing sixty. You take him in your hand, watching his lids grow wanton, heavy with lust. You move to take him in your mouth, but he grunts and pushes you back on the bed, gripping your thighs to pull your hips flush with his. He’s inside you before you’re fully ready, and the sensation is more pain than pleasure.
Your hands come up under his shirt, running your fingers over the warm brown skin, the softness of his abdomen in sharp contrast to the hardness between your legs. You feel the edges of a scar.
A bite?
He’s lost in you so deeply, thrusting and churning, hips snapping against yours. He doesn’t notice you pulling the shirt up at first, doesn’t see you run your fingers around the outline of the bright pink, welted crescent.
“Fuck, so fuckin’…tight…”
Not a bite , you think, no teeth marks . Your doctor’s mind is already calculating the possibilities. Stab wound, maybe. Not a blade, too jagged.
He stills as he realizes what you’re doing, eyes meeting yours in furious betrayal before slapping your hands away. He pulls out of you with a low, angry growl, and strong arms flip you onto your stomach, gripping your hips where he’d bruised you yesterday. He re-enters you hard enough to take the breath from your lungs. His sharp, angry thrusts elicit a harsh cry from your throat, and this only serves to make him move faster.
“Fuckin’ whore,” he snarls. “Showin’ off your tits. Think you’re…so…fuckin’...smart…”
“You kiss your kid with that mouth, Miller?”
“Don’t,” he growls, a guttural warning, and you fight the urge to laugh as an almost vicious thrust pitches you forward, your hands splaying in the sheets to keep yourself upright. His fingers thread their way through your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your throat. His hand on your scalp is almost intimate, the way it kneads the tender skin, and you find yourself moaning with pleasure.
Before you can truly enjoy it, he pulls out and finishes with a groan on your back, warm liquid seeping down the crack of your ass.
“So I take it that’s a yes?” you half laugh, half pant over your shoulder.
“What?” He’s pulling up his pants, fumbling with the belt buckle.
“Payment for services rendered.”
He glares at you and huffs an angry breath, but his final word is a whisper.
“Yes.”
~*~
There is a third time, and a fourth, and a fifth. You learn more about Joel during these brief encounters than you have the rest of the months you’ve lived in Jackson.
He likes you up against the wall, or on your hands and knees, fast and rough. He never completely removes his clothes, just enough to get the job done, his flannel shirts like armor guarding his heart.
He never undresses you, either, never does so much as pull down your panties, preferring to push them aside.
He likes you to be silent, but he has a dirty mouth. He smells like wood smoke and sweat and gunpowder.
He hasn’t kissed you since that first time. When you try, he pushes you away, turns you around, and takes you from behind. He won’t let you go down on him. Maybe he’s not into that, you know some guys aren’t, but you suspect it’s too personal, too intimate. Too vulnerable.
He never, ever comes inside you.
Somehow you think this isn’t what your superiors had in mind when they told you to find out who this guy’s daughter is, but it’s progress.
“Y’know, you don’t have to pull out,” you say, wiping ejaculate off your stomach with a tissue. You’re tired of washing his come out of your nice underwear, your bedclothes, your hair.
He’s sitting on the edge of your bed, pulling on his boots. You feel him pulling away, as always, and it’s a desperate move to try to keep him just a little longer, to edge your way into the cracks in his stony facade.
He scoffs at this, shaking his head, pulling the laces tight with a snap .
“I know condoms are hard to come by,” you continue evenly, the crisp voice of a practiced physician reciting rote facts, “but there’s no risk of pregnancy.”
He stiffens but doesn’t turn to look at you. “And I’m s’posed to believe that?”
You bristle, surprised to find this lack of trust stings…a little.
“What, you think I want a kid with you? You think I want a kid in…in this ?” you scoff, gesturing outside. “Don’t flatter yourself, Miller. I just hate doing laundry.”
“Accidents happen,” he grumbles, and you get the sense he speaks from experience.
“Was she an accident?” you ask, trying to imagine a younger Joel’s strong, calloused hands cradling the tender skull of a newborn Ellie, but you can’t picture it.
“Ellie? She ain’t mine.”
Oh.
You’ve touched on something, you’re so close you can taste it. What’s more, he doesn't leave immediately. He seems to be lost in thought, defenses down. He’s rubbing absently at his arm, his shoulder, kneading the muscle where his neck meets his collarbone.
“Well,” you say, clipped and final, “I haven’t had a period since I was 25. There are no accidents here.”
He looks at you with an unreadable expression; is that sadness…or pity? You don’t like the feeling it stirs in you, the twist in your gut. You suddenly wish you hadn’t started this conversation, hadn’t bared this much of yourself. It’s sloppy.
He opens his mouth as if to reply, but you’re unable to meet his eyes. You climb off the bed and head for the bathroom. Cold water on your face brings you back to yourself as you wipe off with a rough washcloth, then pull on your jeans and a soft, worn t-shirt.
Fuck. Too close.
By the time you’ve composed yourself, he’s standing in the hall. He looks like he wants to tell you something, and you meet his eyes, silently pleading.
Don’t.
Seconds pass, and you can almost see the moment his expression shutters, closes up, and suddenly he’s Joel Miller again, the neighborhood asshole. He scowls and makes for the stairs.
“You wouldn’t know it,” you say, in a desperate move to regain the upper hand, to find your footing on the roiling ground beneath you.
He stops on the first step but doesn’t turn around. “Wouldn’t know what?”
“That she’s not yours.”
~*~
When he’s gone, you walk up to the attic to check for new transmissions on the recorder.
You follow a straightforward procedure: Play back the tape, log the messages on a notepad, then wipe the tape for next time. You stash the logs at the bottom of one of the boxes of junk in the back of the attic. If someone did find the radio up here, you could get away with telling them it’s a hobby.
She ain’t mine.
His words ring in your ears.
Was the girl kidnapped? She doesn’t act like a victim, but maybe she was taken before she was old enough to understand what was happening. Maybe she has only ever known Joel as a father, and the mother is out there trying to find her. Were you chasing after some petty custody battle?
You brush the idea aside. You can’t imagine why FEDRA would care, and it doesn’t explain the scars on her arm.
You finish your notes and store them for the night, left with more questions than answers.
#the last of us hbo#the last of us#fanfic#fic recs#joel miller#joel miller x you#joel miller x reader#joel and ellie
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Tense
?pairing; tokita ohma x gn reader!!
?warning; suggestive, teasinggg, mentions of hand kink, bruising, cut man reader!! nurse reader?? choking no gender implied
?a/n; this was gonna be like a male reader insert but I just idk I haven’t been describing any body parts or just implying gender in my writing lately and would rather leave that up to u guys until idk feel like assigning a gender to my writing?? 💀💀 I hope u guys enjoyyyyyy pls lmk if you want a pt 2 or not
tokita had quite a match today but nothing he couldn’t handle. despite red and purple blotches of bruises being all throughout his body, he was still an formidable force not to be reckoned with, leaving that fight with the latter in broken bones, in need of a new face entirely, and more than likely unable ever to fight again. so compared to the other guy these bruises and aches and pains were nothing; at least he was still able to have a fighting career.
but you on the other hand were not taking this lightly you know that Ohma is used to this and is pretty good at handling pain, but you knew once that adrenaline and excitement from the win washes away? the pain begins to settle in, and he’s not doing enough to keep his body in shape. as his cut man seeing him like this only upset you everytime he came back with this oh-so-nonchalant attitude about his busted up body. the guy did a great job of dealing a plethora of blows at his shoulder, abdomen, and sides pretty good, a few cuts on his face here and there nothing too serious, but ohma’s shoulder and ribs were bound to breaking damage. they could snap in any minute if his movements are too rough or even just standing up too quickly or even stretching.
“hey. you gonna keep ogling me or are ya gonna patch these up or what?” tokita asks turning his head to look over to where your standing. arms folded and tut staring him down with a laser focused look in your eye while you examined him, to him you looked good when you were focused like this.
“shut up, no one’s checking you out fool I’m looking at your wounds.” you insult whilst walking towards him. grabbing some wrapping bandage, an ice pack, some painkillers, and a wet rag from behind you before setting the items down beside him, and settling yourself between his legs, squat down in front of him. silence enveloped the infirmary room as you began your tending to his wounds, splaying your hand out against his side where a major darkening bruise was, his abs gracing your fingertips. you huff in disappointment at the wound before looking up at him. “think you could sit up for me?”
tokita who was a bit surprised that you weren’t talking his head off already, the emotion not apparent on his face figured he was in deep shit because of your silence, deciding to comply without pissing you off just in case; he rise up slowly, pain immediately striking his rib from the action a grimace escaping him from doing so. he tried again to sit up from his hunched over position but the pressure you started putting onto the fracture had made him stop.
“I can’t sit up if your gonna break it.” he says through gritted teeth as he looks at you confused on what your getting out of furthering his pain. “im only trying to stop you. clearly you can’t sit up Mr. Dramatic.” you take your hand away from it gently replacing it with an icepack that you could tell immediately soothed him from the way he groaned. “you’ve gotta stop letting them hit you so much.” you were looking up at the fighter with genuine sincerity and concern as you had one of his free hands in your own.
tokita looked down averting your gaze, eyes landing on your thighs in deep thought as he was considering what you were saying. in honesty he wasn’t too happy with your words, he was an unstoppable man a wound meant nothing to him, a broken arm was like another day, a broken rib wasn’t nothing either so why was this one taking such a toll on him? he couldn’t feel the full affect that it was taking on him yet but the pain was definitely slowly starting to weigh in. hunched over he replaced your hand holding the ice pack with his own to keep it in place. “I know what I’m doing. the day I’m not the strongest will never come.” tokita replies with a strong affirmation, lifting his head to finally meet your gaze with his serious one.
“if you know what your doing then stop letting them hit you. you like to rile up the crowd and even your opponent by putting your body on the line, but if you keep doing this you won’t have a body to fight with! so take this seriously. take your health seriously. you can’t be the strongest if your bodies broken down.” you spoke with passion and conviction, giving him a little stare down of your own before going back to tending to him, grabbing his hand to look at his knuckles. they were bloody and a little swollen like you had anticipated, delicately wiping the blood off his knuckles treating him with subtlety.
your words had struck something within him, he didn’t think you cared so much and quite frankly he was at a loss for words, letting a comfortable silence take over as he just watched you take care of him now. eyes roaming over your features and the way you treated him with care. just how soft you were being while cleaning him up, the way he couldn’t exactly deny your statement, how brazen and challenging you are towards him, the way your eyebrows would knit in concentration, your pretty (e/c) eyes, the way your cool strong hands felt against his skin, the way this position with you between his legs made you quite vulnerable. his muscular form and height towering over your average one making you look much smaller than you happen to be.
you followed your wiping ministrations up toki’s arm to wipe away previous fighters blood off him and all his wounds but you can’t say you weren’t getting distracted. it was something about the way toki’s veins were gorging from his hands up his arms that made things a bit hotter for you. who were you kidding it was undeniable that he was fine, and you may have a bit of a hand kink because of him.
as you wipe along his knuckles, your movements had started to become more languid and precise as you went up his forearm and biceps, your eyes glazed with heat, fixated and tracing along every vein that went along with your movement, drool starting to pool at the corner of your mouth which goes unnoticed by you (you just wanted to touch them, feel them). a thick tension brewing in the air.
tokita caught onto you rather quickly though. watching the way you’ve started to pay extra attention and particularly to his hands or arms, how you were eating him up, and don’t think he didn’t notice you drooling. this made him wanna tease the oh-so-professional you by taking your hand and placing it on his rock hard chest, giving you a feel as he looks down at your doe eyed shook expression with his usual mean mug.
“don’t play coy now my perverted little nurse. help yourself”.
“I-I n-no this isn-“ you stammer over your words nervously as tokita’s strong hands cutting off your air supply had stopped your sentence, veins looking rather threatening now, lifting you from your previous sitting position now on your knees before him, faces inches apart. “huh? lying are we? I don’t really like dishonest people nurse.” a smug smirk spread across ohma’s face.
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Christmas time with stray kids 🎄☃️
3/8
Warnings: Romantic, cute, flirty and cozy, emotional damage, im sorry for the end, im not okay, im literally crying, smut, bathtub sex, enjoy.
Hyunjin 🎄❤️
- Christmas with Hyunjin is always special, he tries to make it very special for both you and him and make lots of memories ❤️
- so this year Hyunjin decided to let his romantic side slide in 🤭
- he took the day off of work so he can be with you all day, he even made dinner 😮
(Im hungry)
- you both ate it while talking about random stuff, he even washed the dishes (im not saying he doesn't do it often but like idk I feel like thats not really a Hyunjin task). While he was washing the dishes and sneak up behind him and wrapped your hands around his waist, he didn't got scared cuz he knew it was you so he just smiled and continued. You laued your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes while enjoying his scent "Im almost done Jagi" he said in soft tone and you smiled.
- after he was done both of you went to the living room to admire the Christmas tree you decorated earlier today
- unfortunately you didnt had time to buy matching pajamas so you just wore regular one's, but you didnt mind since they are just little part of Christmas<3
- the whole living room smelled like Christmas tree (THATS THE BEST PART OMG I LOVE WHEN EVERYTHING SMELLS LIKE CHRISTMAS 😭🎄). Hyunjin suddenly turned off the lights so Christmas tree was the only light in the house and he held your hand kissing the back of it while looking in your eyes with smile on his face, you looked back at him mesmerized by his beautiful eyes and look he was giving you. He suddenly broke the silence by saying "Lets take a bath" he said in hushed tone for some reason, maybe he didnt wanted to break this atmosphere by saying ut out loud or maybe he just wanted to stay mysterious, either way you were confused by his sudden request but decided to nod your head without any question (me). With that both if you walked to the upstairs area and into the bathroom.
- Hyunjin made you wait in the bedroom while he prepares everything so u did just that. Hyunjin filled bathtub with water and threw few Rose pattels in with bubbles (🤭), he light up few candles just for the aesthetic (they are not scented), he then filled up two glasses with wine that he prepared later that day when you were on the phone, and lastly he dimmed the lights down.
(ik its small but pile u guys are still living in apartment so it can't really be big, I hope its ok tho)
- after he made sure everything was ready he smiled to himself and invited you in.
- when you walked in you almost started tearing up, everything was beautiful "Omg...Hyunjin..." You whispered in shock and he hugged you from behind "I love you" he said before kissing your cheek and Placing his fingers on the end of your shirt and lifting it up, you blushed but ket him take it off completely by lifting your arms above your head, as you did that he pulled the shirt up and took it off leaving you bare chested (im sorry if you sleep in bra, pls don't its not good for you), you would usually cover your chest but you guys are comfortable with each other enough so you dont have any needs to. When your shirt was off he took his off as well and wrapped his arms around your waist, you sighed at the sudden touch and placed the back of your head on Hyunjin's shoulder, his warm arms in contact eith your warm skin was all you needed to feel complete. As he held you like that he started whispering in your ear " I could stay like this forever" after saying that he gave you small kiss behind your ear before whispering again "you drive me crazy" with that he gently bit your ear which made you moan softly. He then started kissing down your jaw and then diwn your neck making sure he kissed every inch of it, while he did that his hand slowly made its way to your shorts and untied them and began sliding them off while he moved and started giving you shoulder kisses. You were in heaven, you felt so good, maybe it was the the heat in the bathroom from warm water and candles, maybe it was the smell if roses mixed with the heat or maybe it was just Hyunjin's voice and sweet words he described you with.
- moment later you both are naked and in the bathtub, Hyunjin sat behind you while you sat in front of him between his legs and with you back on his chest "this is nice" Hyunjin confessed while his hands are wrapped around your waist "yeah its beautiful" you smiled befire taking wine glass in your hand, Hyunjin did the same and you both did cheers thing and drink the wine. This is just one of many reasons why you love Hyunjin, he is sk romantic and he makes sure every day you spend together is special. You were talking about random stuff again and Hyunjin was telling you how lucky he is that he has you. Ever since you guys got together Hyunjin started smiling more, he started getting happier and happier by day and he dudnt even payed attention to Lino's air fryer threats because he just waited to get home and held you in his arms.
- After awhile you noticed that while you were telling Hyunjin about wanting to adopt a puppy he started caressing your thighs while nodding his head as he was listening, you tried keeping your vouce straight and not get affected by his hands but it was hard since his hands started getting dangerously close between your legs which made you bite your lip and look down to see what he was planning but couldn't see anything because of the bubbles, you didn't mind tho cuz you felt everything anyway, suddenly he pulled you on his lap with his other arm that was wrapped around your stomach, you instantly felt his hard member between your walls which made you grind your hips into it since it was so sudden, Hyunjin chuckled when you did that and started kissing your neck from behind while he placed his hand between your thighs finally and started rubbing circles on ur heat. You bit your lip at sudden wave of pleasure and threw your head back on his shoulder "Baby.." you whispered and he slid two fingers inside you and spread your legs a bit move with his other hand. You could feel him getting harder under you and he confirms it by biting your neck slightly which made you moan while his fingers are moving in and out of you fast but still sensual (yeah idk). You couldn't take it anymore because his member was right under you and you just needed him inside "baby" you moaned before placing your hand on his to stop his movement, he looked at you confused but with lust still decorating his eyes, you took his fingers out and turned around so you were facing him not breakung the eye contact not even for a slight second, you then sat on his lap and he grabbed your hips dipping his fingers in them, not hurting you , and he sat you down on his member and started moving you up and down which made both of you moan. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he instantly attached his lips to your nipple like baby octopus on rock (IDK OKAY ), you threw you head back once again while bouncing on him. The bathroom was filled with moans, skin slapling and water splashing (🤭). Hyunjin left lots of marks on your chest, collar bones and neck, you ran your hand through his hair and grip it a bit "Omg Hyunjin im close!" You moaned and he wrapped his hand around your ndck pulling you closer to him and smashed his lips on yours in a lustful but passionate kiss which you happily returned. After some time you both came with your lips still attached to each other in loving kiss. After few more moments you broke the kiss to catch your breath and smiled at Hyunjin's messy hair and swollen lips. After that you guts cleaned everything up and went to your bedroom where you layed down still naked under the covers and cuddled for a bit befire you both fall asleep.
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Can I request a NSFW Scenario of Bam discovering he has a biting kink with his S/O
Like while they are doing it he accidentally bites her neck to hold in his moans and than realizes he made a mark and makes more?
Thank you!
Oh wow, thanks for the request - okay, I have this habit of reading requests, then writing, then noticing I went a bit off track. sorry. but it's mainly because I don't think Bam would like the idea of leaving bruises, that's all
warning(s): smut/18+ no minors pls, marking, biting
words: 1347
taglist: @unexceptional-h @rizonacigaravenue @aoi-turtle
The one person you would sleep alongside at night was the same person who wouldn't harm a hair on your head.
Bam would always look after you and make you feel as if you were the only person in the world that mattered.
You would remind Bam that he was too nice. People would take advantage of his kindness and use it against him. However, Bam had a friend named Khun who knew all this, too. Being in a relationship with one of the most wanted people in the tower did take its toll. Fortunately for you, there was Khun and the others.
When you were intimate, you would suggest that he let his frustrations out on you. Not like he'd ever listen. To Bam, you were something that he shouldn't damage.
And yet, here you were, flat on your stomach. Bam's chest pressed against your back as his hips grind against your ass.
It was relatively easy to make Bam flustered and aroused. Teasing him was so damn easy. But Bam was always persistent when he needed you; this was one of those instances where he just had to get rid of the need inside him. There was always so much love and emotions stored inside him. At times like this, when you were intimate, love was always there with all of his actions.
Bam brushes your hair away from the right side of your neck, exposing your delicate skin. You turn your head to the right to glance at Bam's face, wondering what he was doing.
It was hard to focus on anything other than the euphoric feeling Bam was giving you. But it wasn't just the soft and heavenly moans you gave that made him thrust desperately inside you. It was also how you made him feel.
"Bam," you quietly cry, watching the hand that had yours pinned to the bed.
Lips pressed softly from your shoulder, making your skin burn with each touch, and trailed up to the shell of your ear, where breathy groans entered your ear.
"Love you so much," Bam whispers against your ear. The vibrations sent shivers down your spine.
You couldn't respond. Your mind got too busy focusing on the immense feelings coursing through you.
But to Bam, it was as if your attention wasn't on him at all. Sweet moans and shaky breaths were lovely to hear, but he wanted more from you. How could Bam make you louder without injuring you? As long as Bam didn't draw blood from you, he could do what he wanted. But he was a little hesitant to do anything harmful.
Your entire body felt amazing, just like it always did when you treated each other right.
Bam presses a quick kiss on your temple, then moves back to the crook of your neck, stilling there while he moves slowly inside you. His arms lay beside you as his hands reached your chest, placing them on your shoulders, his little fingers lightly grazing on your collarbone.
Every breath that escaped Bam's lips made you hotter and hotter, and with every second, you became needier. It was enough to make you moan and cry a little louder, but still, Bam wanted to hear more of your voice.
It wasn't as if there was any need to rush. You'd both reach your orgasms soon anyway.
Bam just needed to do one thing to tip you off the edge, and as Bam thought about how he could, his teeth grazed over the sweet spot of your neck. As his mouth nibbled into the skin of your neck, you squirmed, struggling to maintain your moans.
A loud cry soon leaves your mouth, and you attempt to hide your face in the bed below. After seeing how you reacted, Bam decides to attack more of your neck.
Switching between gentle kisses, scratches and nibbles to biting you harshly with his teeth when he feels like he needs to, Bam has you right where he wanted you. There was no way of escaping the position you were in Bam's body had you pinned down to the bed.
You close your eyes and dig your hands into the bedsheet.
When Bam kissed you, it was soft and delicate, like he was apologizing for what he would do next. His nibbling was nothing but a sharp pinching, which would make you jolt and squeal. But as Bam's teeth and mouth latch onto your skin, you couldn't help but moan a little louder.
"Mmm, Bam," you cry, arching your back, making his length reach a little further inside you.
Bam was now determined. He wanted to make sure you kept your moans at that volume. The sounds nearly made him lose control and thrust harsher into you.
His teeth continued to bite down on your skin, moving back from your neck to your nape. Bam didn't want to look at the damage he knew he had done. It would make him feel bad enough to stop. And he didn't want to stop.
It was as if you were the most addictive drug ever. It wasn't just your skin. The way your walls felt against his length as he thrust in and out of you drove him mad.
Your shoulder and neck stung from the number of bites Bam had given you. There'll be some bruises, and if overly obvious, you might have to dish out some payback for it. But that wasn't what kept your mind focused. Your climax was building. It had been slowly building up inside you.
The one thing you would always love about Bam was his caring nature. Even if his mouth kept attacking you, his pace was always bearable and gentle - but not too much that you couldn't enjoy yourselves.
"B-Bam," you cry as your walls tighten around him, "I'm so close,"
Bam responded by planting a string of kisses from your shoulder to the nape of your neck, trying to pick up as pace as he did.
You hid your face in the bed, knuckles whitening as they clung onto the sheet for dear life. It was always a short feeling, but it was one you would always revel in every time you reached it.
As your orgasm hit, a string of breathy moans left your mouth. You turned your head again to look at Bam.
You were both flustered. When your eyes met, you could hear how desperate Bam was. He moves his hand to your jaw as he comes, his mouth planting a kiss on your head.
All you could hear were heavy breaths. You waited until Bam was ready to move again before doing anything else.
What made Bam want to leave lovebites on you? You doubt he was even fully aware of what he was doing. But it didn't matter.
The one thing you were looking forward to was other people noticing your bruises and pointing them out. Imagining Bam's face in that situation was fun, and it would probably embarrass him if it happened.
"You're giggling?" Bam softly asks, laying beside you.
"Uhh," you started, trying to figure out what to say, "it's nothing,"
Bam's eyes softly stare at your face.
"Although," you begin, trying to act innocently, "I don't know how I'm going to hide these from the others," you explain, showing off the bruises on your neck.
Instantly, Bam's eyes widen.
"I didn't realize I did that much. I'm sorry if I hurt you," Bam apologizes.
"You didn't hurt me. I would've said something if I was uncomfortable,"
Bam instantly breathes a sigh of relief.
"That doesn't mean I won't do the same to you someday," you wink at Bam playfully.
"That's something to look forward to," Bam says, planting a sweet kiss on your face as he pulls you closer to him.
"I love you, and I love how sweet you are to me,"
"I love you so much, too,"
Every second you spent with Bam was a blessing. But you didn't expect Bam to be the one to leave marks like this on you.
please don't steal what I write
#tower of god baam#tower of god#25th baam#twenty fifth baam#bam x reader#the twenty fifth bam#the 25th bam#25th bam#tog baam#baam x reader#bam x reader smut#kami no tou
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a little fun~
It almost looked like it was sleeping. Eyes closed, head tilted down into its chest. She observed it for a long moment with a growing smile. A gentle hand on its face; flesh cooled against metal and wood. It was nice to see it so peaceful. But it wouldn't last.
With a flick of a switch, it powered to life. Its eyes flashed open, brilliant green nearly blinding for a moment. Its arms jerked before it settled into a stiff position. If it were capable of human emotion, it would've looked terrified.
"H-have you come for, another fortune?"
Its left hand was twitching again, a mechanical defect she never could seem to repair. Without glass in the way, she reached across to pin the hand down.
"You know what I'm here for."
It tried to stutter a response as she reached for a nearby hammer. Its wooden digits were spread out as wide as possible. It tried to jerk away, but she was so much stronger. It didn't stand a chance.
The hammer came down and splintered the wood of the first finger. Then the next. It cried out each time. That pissed her off. How dare it feign pain? How dare it pretend to be human?
By the time she was done, there was hardly anything left. Oil leaked out of its wrist, and when she let go, it cradled the stump to its chest. It did not care that its nice suit was getting ruined. Tears could not come, but it trembled like a sobbing child. She found it disgusting.
"Why are you being a baby?"
"...H-hurts--"
She smashed the hammer near it, making it wince. "You're not human. Stop fucking faking."
A little maneuvering, and she had it laying on its back. Its ruined clothes were in the way. She began unbuttoning its jacket, and it made a sound like a whimper. It tried to grab onto her arm to get her to stop, but she was prepared for this. She took a screwdriver and stabbed it through its remaining hand, pinning it to the wooden table. It shrieked, making her smirk. She didn't believe it could actually feel pain, but she lived the noises it made.
Its chest was bare. A few screws removed from its front panel gave her full access to its inner workings. Gears and wires and pipes surrounding a metal frame. It all looked very delicate. She raked a finger along a bundle of wires. It twitched under her touch.
"Pl-please, don't..."
She cupped its cheek. Then yanked the wires. She felt light sparks against her fingers followed by hot oil. It cried out again, yanking and trying to get its hand free. The arms were going to get in the way...
Patiently, she located the screws at its shoulders that held its arms to its frame. With a few twists, the first arm fell to the side, completely detached. Then the second. She made sure to yank that one off roughly, damaging the innards and forcing oil to spurt out. It stared at the growing black puddle surrounding it, and she could taste its panic.
She rubbed its face again. It was just as frail as it looked; there was a reason such machines were locked in boxes where people couldn't touch. A simple press to its cheek caused the wood to give. It attempted to turn away, but she held it in place and deepened the hole. It looked like a broken doll...
She couldn't damage anything metal as easy. But driving a pair of pliers through its damaged cheek gave her more options. She gripped onto its metallic jaw, snipping and twisting and yanking until a large chunk of twisted metal came loose. She pulled it out roughly, completely splintering half of its face in the process. She held the piece up so it could see. Oil was everywhere. It tried to open its mouth, probably to cry out, but she had done too much damage. It clamped its mouth shut, and she imagined the oil near its eyes as tears. Speaking of eyes...
She set the tool aside and stroked one of its faux eyeballs. It was cool and smooth, like an oversized marble. It wasn't hard to jam her thumb and forefinger behind it and pop it out. Wires were attached to the back of it, allowing it to blink and move its iris and "see." How disgustingly human. With a sharp yank, she snapped the wires. It made a garbled noise, unable to open its mouth. Sounded like the oil had found its way to its voicebox. Maybe she wouldn't repair that; finally shut it up for good.
Rolling up her sleeve, she moved back to its open chest panel and, without warning, shoved her entire arm inside. Its body spasmed uncontrollably as she destroyed any bits of wires and gears in her way. She yanked out random parts by the handful, forcing it to look at everything. Its head continued twitching even when its body couldn't. Its remaining eye blinked rapidly and the light dimmed and sparked at random. If it were human, it would be close to death. But it wasn't. She pulled her arm out for the last time and kissed its cold forehead. It was no fun continuing if it wasn't awake.
"Don't worry, dear. I'll patch you up, and later, we can have more fun.~"
#🐀#robotic gore#writing snippet#torture tw#did i do that right#just a quick thing#gotta go do errands bleh#rtc
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Gojo Satoru
↠ Pairing: Gojou Satoru x F!Reader
↠ Warning: bby gojo having heavy thoughts and sadness after everything. (pls hug) angst to fluff.
↠ a/n: ironically, his name is the title for this xD also thank you so much for the love from my recent works o(^▽^)o♡ have my love too!
↬ Word Count: 1.9k
Everyone has their beginnings. While some were blessed to start out life with good fortune and the right path, there were some who struggled through their way in living. For Gojo? He didn't really care. Not when he was already being worshipped for being born in this world, not when as a child he had barely lifted a finger before his life was already planned out for him. It was as if he was simply taking the red carpet to luxury. He already has everything. Truly, he claimed, he was indeed the honored one.
He wasn't one to be wary of his own feelings. What was there to be thought about if he doesn't know what are these stuff running through his head? Not that he should give a single mind to it.
But as he sat down at the tub of his bathroom— tweezers between his fingers, one at a time he plucks out the small shards of glass that had dug themselves onto his skin from the previous mission he was sent on solo, he started to wonder why he was staring blankly at the crimson liquid trailing down his damaged skin. Why did he felt so empty?
Maybe if Shoko were around to patch him up, he would've have had someone to pester for the day. Maybe he wouldn't have gone home to the lonesome apartment he owns, hissing at the pain from each shard taken out of his body.
Pain
That was strange. He never experienced that. Not even when he's in battle with the strongest forms of curses. No matter how many gashes of wounds he's collected, they always heal themselves quickly. It was unfamiliar that it began to frustrate him. He doesn't like it. Not one bit. It hurts. It hurts so much, yet why was there still something making his heart clench?
Loneliness. Abandonment. Broken.
Gojo was a fool for losing the only person that has come close to understanding him. If only he understood what Geto was going through; if he knew what the hell were all those troubles and emotions were maybe he would've still had his only best friend here with him. But no. It slowly came crashing down on Gojo's eyes that though he was the honored one,
He was the lost one.
A broken soul being held by strings as he was only guided to follow along the path that was planned out for him, but never what he planned for himself.
Why was he remembering all of these now? It had been years after the downfall. He should've moved on from it, be the usual cherry top, annoying idiot he was to his students and colleagues. God, he hates this. Falling, falling, falling.
Only the weak fall
Was a statement drilled into his system right from the start. The never ending worship that has earned him the title of being the "strongest" was what he kept pursuing. Believing.
Was the Gojo Satoru at his weakest point?
"Fuck." the unusually large shard of glass falls on the tiled floor, removed from the left side of his chest. Near to the scar that trails from the base of his throat and down to his navel; the reminder of why he shouldn't be left vulnerable at any cost. The hideous flaw that will forever be marked on his body, the one he desperately hides behind those prideful remarks and grinning faces. It saddens him, it hurts him, it angers him. It makes himself lose his own sanity.
The stinging started to kick in on his chest, no longer can he tell if it was from the wound or the clenching of his heart. He was strong, he was suppose and always will be strong. "Why?" the tub cracks from his grip. His free hand coming up to his eyes, eyes that people loved enough to fall in a trance— enemies crumbling and begging for mercy upon them.
Gojo felt ashamed.
Shameful. He grits his teeth hard when the small trickle of the uncharacteristic tear falls from the heavenly eye. It falls down to the porcelain surface, mixing with the trail of blood that was slowly draining down, "Why?" he finally looks down at the fatal wound, attempting to stop the bleeding with his bare hands pushing his chest. The blood smearing all over his upper body, shading the past scar that it made it look like it was there again.
"Why?"
Gojo speaks a little louder, sweating profusely as the dam inside him broke. Like an endless waterfall it was the tears fall. It made him sick. This was all not him. This wasn't the known shaman in the jujutsu world. This wasn't the boy raised from the family of the strongest. This wasn't the strongest.
"Stop."
This wasn't any of him.
"Make it stop."
Then who was he?
"Please, make it stop."
"Satoru?"
Entire body freezing. It was the first time he felt fear rushing through his veins; the fear of being seen like this. It wasn't because he didn't trust you. Good gracious, you were the last and only person Gojo ever holds onto after the years being glued together by faith and his attempts of flirting. No, he didn't want you to see this unknown person that was sitting in the bathroom of your shared apartment. Right, he forgot he was living with you.
Huh, he forgot. You were there.
There knelt down to his level, wide eyes meeting the now visible broken ones that was glossy with tears. With careful movements you raised an arm to eye level, pleading silently for permission to touch him. And for the time, Gojo was actually wary. He's faced a lot in the years spent as a sorcerer, as the strongest. Never the weakest. So when your lips curled into the same smile you'd give him during your moments of vulnerability. The cute, little curve you give when you couldn't help but just admire him or when you're about to utter out his 3 favorite words, he finds himself leaning forward to rest his cheek against the warmth of your palm. He allows the pestering tears to fall omly to be caught with your thumbs, shooing them away from his features.
"Let's get you cleaned up."
When your hand pulls away for a short moment, Gojo silently whines at the lost of contact. The tightness in his chest coming back. The feeling of abandonment crosses his head for a second before you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, holding up the tweezers he had dropped a while ago, "I'm here now."
I'm here now
That was his line. His line for when there was someone in need of help. The line that shimmers hope on the darkest moments of anyone's life. The line of the strongest. The ones who were only truly honored of saying.
Hope. It had a different form today. One that was right in front of him, plucking out every leftover shard on his body with gentleness he never got to witness as a child. The soft cooes and from time to time kisses on his scalp made his senses more focused on there rather than the stinging sensations running through his skin. Exactly how people react when there is hope.
And where there is hope,
"I love you, Satoru."
There is love.
Warm water from the shower cap started pouring down to his tensed muscles, washing out the combined dirt and blood away from him, cleansing his own form of curses that has shaken up his being. When did you finish patching him up? And why wasn't it as painful as it was when he did it?
He watches you move the small container that reeked of the scent of his blood and that inflicted his injuries far from his sight. Immediately, Gojo felt empty once more and was about to call you when you came back holding fresh towels on your hands. "Do you want me to join you?" he couldn't say yes faster than ever, almost as if he was relieved when you offered.
When you had finally stripped yourself off of your clothes and settled in between his long legs, there was nothing but the sound of the shower on echoing in the room with the two of you just staring back to one another.
Too good to be true, you were.
Gojo wanted to speak. Wanted to tell you how thankful he is that you were here to pull him away. To save his life, but all he could do was stare back into the void that of before. He sees the way your hands map around his torso in attempt to rinse him completely. Coming in contact with the old and new scar, softly tracing them as you felt his eyes wonder to yours. There was no sign of disappointment nor a hint of harm or disgust. Only something he never understood that it made him sob unexpectedly, startling you that left you pulling him into your embrace which he latches his face onto your neck and arms surrounding your body whole.
He cries.
All the frustration of not knowing whatever was happening, the mistakes he wishes to correct and the past he hoped to save along with the title he swore to maintain. It all falls on the smaller body he treasures in his arms at this very moment. He clutches, he palms, he roams. Whatever he can do just so he can fully grasp the idea that someone was there. You were there, and he wasn't alone anymore.
"I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough."
It would shock the world and break the hearts of many to hear these very words uttered from the mouth of the honored one. And Gojo wishes that everyone could hear it. That it would somehow reach the skies to wherever his best friend was too. To you, the person he loved the most. He was sorry that he wasn't the Gojo Satoru in your eyes.
"No, Toru. No." you push him back gently only to pull him in for a soft kiss, "I don't need you to always be the strongest. Let alone apologize for being vulnerable." he listens as he nuzzles against the palms meeting his face. The ones that held him together when he was falling apart.
His lips wobbled a bit when you land kisses on his scars, "These may not have been the good ones in your life, but these do not make you for who you are, Satoru." he hums in content when you rub down to his chest soothingly, the feeling that you has him yearning for more. Needing for more, "It's okay to be lost, and it's okay to be weak. But it'll never define you."
"I need you to be just you."
You pull him down, letting him cry all his heart out to your naked chest. He let's you have your way to him. The emotions, words, and treatment. All so unfamiliar. And he finds himself wanting. Needing more.
All his life he thought he had it all.
But never in his life has he lived it.
"What am I, (Y/n)?"
Cooing softly as the small of his voice. Like the child who never got to experience what love was. The child raised to already has to burden such responsibilities and stand. Gojo can feel himself breathe in relief as he whispers an "i love you" with a small kiss on your skin when you uttered out the words that has set his locked up self free. Free from the strings that's been taking over. The cage he was kept from all of his living.
The curse of his gift
And being honored of what he truly deserves.
"You're Gojo Satoru."
Just Gojo Satoru.
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Could I request a hellboy x reader where reader has had a rough day and they come to his room crying so he comforts them(I would like a gender neutral reader pls)
A/N: Fluff fic of Hellboy comforting the Reader after a long day.
Word Count: 881
Pairings: Hellboy X GN!Reader
Characters: Hellboy, Reader
Link: Hellboy Masterlist
RATING: PG
⚠️Warnings!: None.
The days are always long, and after a while they seem to blend together in a mesh of mundane tasks and repetitious responsibilities. It had been weeks since you'd had some time to just rest. Every day you'd woken up at dawn and worked non-stop whether it be at your part-time job waitressing at the crappy diner downtown, or on the multitude of coursework that had been piling up over the semester. It had felt like a never ending slog towards nowhere for you, and your stress level only caused more aggravation.
It'd been so long since you’d actually gotten to have a one on one with anyone, that when you sluggishly pulled yourself through the door and threw yourself on the sofa eyes puffy from all the tears you'd cried over your most recent shift at the diner. It had been a nightmare. You completely missed the giant red man standing on your balcony. At least not until you heard the light rapping on the glass, like someone was throwing a stone at your window.
Looking up, you see Hellboy's stone finger on the glass of the balcony sliding door, and a knowing smile on his face. You try to return his smile with your own but it feels more like a wince then a smile. Getting up from the couch and trudging your way over, you meet him, opening the sliding door.
"Hey," you say, voice cracked from the sobbing you did in the car on the way home.
"Hey there," he replies, placing a hand on your shoulder, you placing one of yours over his.
"You look worse for ware."
"Your telling me. I've been nothing but busy and this day has been the last straw."
"Want to talk about it?" He asks as you pull him slowly by the hand into your living-room. Hellboy's steps are heavy over the hardwood of the floor as the two of you make your way over to the couch, and sit down.
"Honestly I'd rather not, it's all just been to much," You respond, placing your fingers on your temples while leaning forward, beginning to massage an oncoming migraine at just the thought of trying to explain your busy schedule to anyone. The prickling feeling of hot tears threatening to pour forth once again makes you take a sharp intake of air.
"I can understand that, there's some days where I don't want to talk. Just sit down with a beer, some of my furry babies and watch the tube." You chuckle at this little response before leaning back onto the couch, hands laced behind your head looking up at the cracked plaster in your ceiling. You were going to have to call the landlord about the water damage, it's starting to look a little grim.
"I just wish life would stop for a moment, it all feels like it's going so fast, like I'm stuck on a carousel from hell and my head just won't stop spinning." The tears pooling in your eyes finally spill over causing you to use one of your hands to wipe them furiously away and stifle a sob.
You feel a hand on your arm, as Hellboy scooches closer to you, making the couch groan dangerously, threatening to buckle under his weight.
"Hey, hey there, I've got you," He says softly, coaxing you into a comforting embrace. You bury your face into his chest and finally let yourself just feel all those emotions that you'd really been bottling in this entire year. The sobs came out harder and harder with each breath you tried to take in. All the while Hellboy used his other hand to run it over your hair.
It felt good to have someone just be there with you, even if you didn't want to explain, you just needed to release. He was the perfect person for this, he knew how to really listen to you when you were struggling, or just being present. You desperately tried not to hyperventilate through your crying, gripping onto Hellboy's duster.
You'd somehow ended up half in his lap, but you didn't care, it felt safe. However, you were both interrupted by a loud mewling noise from one of his large pockets. This makes you start, wiping the mess that is your face with your sleeve.
"What is that?" you ask sniffling through your stuffed nose.
"Oh, jeez," Hellboy reacts quickly, diving into his pocket and retrieving whatever made the sound. In the palm of his stone hand is a tiny kitten, fluffy and vulnerable with it's large dark eyes. You couldn't help but melt a little looking at it, as it swiped playfully at one of Hellboy's fingers.
"Aww, where did you find this little guy," you say.
"He was just wandering in a back alley and I couldn't just leave him," Hellboy replied as you gently reached out your hand and petted the kitten gently.
"Well I could use some kitten therapy right now, so I guess perfect timing." So you both sat there. You half in Hellboy's lap with the kitten, just enjoying each others company along with the little bundle of fur curled in the palm of his hand. This was exactly what you needed at the end of another long day.
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worse boyfriend ; asl
↻ slight angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, cussing, asl the best brothers, eMoTIonAl DaMaGE, grammatical error, not proofread
↻ pairing ↬ asl x fem!reader!
anonymous asked: hey :>> i honestly loved the asl brothers & their sister fic and i was wondering how they would react when they see their sister coming home crying heartbroken ;-; [comfort pls]
a/n since i cant hurt coby... this is going to be beforeeeee reader and coby got together 👍
previous part of this series
you couldn't believe your ears. your boyfriend since teenage years had asked for a breakup. and his reasoning was, "i fell out of love for you,"
tears starts to well again in your eyes as you walked back to your shared apartment. with shaky hands, you bring up your fist and knock at the door.
"oooh! y/n's here! and she's... crying?" luffy cocked his head to the side. "crying?" ace poked his head to the doorway from the living room.
sabo immediately appeared right on your side before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. he led you inside and sat you down on the living room's sofa before sitting in front of you.
"what's wrong?" he asked, the concerned look on his face was apparent. ace sat down beside you while luffy hugged you from behind. all of their concerns combined makes you cry even harder than before.
instead of asking you again, they just stayed there with ace petting your head comfortingly and sabo soothingly rubbed a circle on your hand with his thumb.
once you were finally calmed, sabo asked you the same question again. this time, the others eagerly had their ears open and waited for words to come out of your mouth so that they could punch whoever this piece of shit is that hurt you-
"he broke up with me," you said, sniffling a little. "said that he's fallen out of love for me. and that he found someone new, someone better,"
the three brothers had their fists clenching at your confession. "that piece of shit! i'm gonna kil-"
"ace means, we're going to have a little talk with him," sabo cuts ace off with a smile. you could tell from how luffy had tighten his arms around you, he was also just as mad as the two.
"do you need something? we can do anything you want," the blond asked kindly. "like, you going out on a date with koala?" you teased, smiling a little.
his face flushed red before shrugging. "i-if that's what makes you happy," he stutters. "aww, is our little sabo happy that his little sister approves of her future sister-in-law?" ace teased with a mischievous smile.
"shut up,"
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Hi💖Can u pls write like steve rogera x reader, where steve got badly hurt in a mission and end up lossing his memory and forget about his wife(reader) and his marriage reader tries to help him remind.. lot of angst with a happy ending please..💗
Reminisce
Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: language, mistakes, shitty plot, kinda idiot Steve (not really) a Lil bit of angst...
A/N: thank you nonnie for the ask and I'm sorry it took me so long :') and still, it's shitty...
Word Count: 2.8k
master-list.
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You ran towards the infirmary with tears running down your face. It might be an overreaction to someone else considering how he would be just fine but you knew he was hurt. You had a weird feeling before he even went on that mission, a restlessness inside you that you couldn’t express.
The sight made you stop breathing for a moment. “Oh Steve” you whispered seeing your husband laying on the bed embraced by the wires. The right side of his face was swollen, bruised, and a nasty cut on the left side towards his lips.
He was still unconscious. Doctor Cho came out of the room. You rushed towards her.
“How’s he?” your voice, hoarse because of crying.
She sighed and looked at you with sympathy. “Can’t say anything till he becomes conscious. But you can meet him now” she said with a smile before walking off.
You entered his room with shaky legs and sat near him. He looked tired, a frown covering his face that you wanted to smooth out with your fingers. But you were too afraid to touch his injured face, your heart cleaned seeing him like that.
putting your hand on his while resting your head on the space on the bed, a fresh tear escaped your eye.
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You woke up feeling a hand jerking away from yours. You sat up and looked at a confused Steve.
“Hey, it’s okay,” you said trying to comfort him but he looked panicked. You went outside to call the doctor.
Steve was trying to free himself from the wires when you got back. You ran towards him to stop him.
“Hey, relax babe” you put your hands on him, causing him to stop. But before he could utter a word the doctor came in.
“Good morning captain rogers.” she greeted cheerfully coming towards him to check him up.
“What happened to me” was what he said.
The doctor kept checking his injuries. “You got severely injured on the mission. Kept everyone worried especially this lady here” she smiled, pointing towards you.
Steve frowned, his hurt hurting like hell. “What mission?” he didn’t remember going on any mission and why would you be worried about him.
“You shouldn’t be worried about me agent y/l/n”
Both you and doctor Cho exchanged looks at his words. This was getting serious.
Doctor Cho sighed and signaled you to follow her. You left a confused Steve behind and followed her.
A frown covering her face, “I think you have an idea what is happening to him.” she said, sympathy in her eyes for you.
Yes, you knew but didn’t want to accept it. When you didn’t reply she sighed explaining it to you. “He is having amnesia, most probably retrograde amnesia where he can’t remember things before the injury. We can’t say what he remembers what he doesn't but by the looks of it I think he doesn’t remember you are his wife”
“Yeah I know, he called me agent” it came out ruder than you anticipated but she understood your anger even though it wasn’t her fault.
“We will have to do CT scans to know how severe the damage is. And maybe he is going to heal soon because of the serum” she placed her hand on your shoulder. Her words soothe your worry a little bit.
“And you could help him heal too, it wouldn’t be easy though. You have to be careful not to overwhelm him with too much information” saying this she left, probably preparing for the CT scans.
With a sigh, you returned to the room. Steve was still sitting on the bed with his head in his hand. You sat down beside him, patting his shoulder gently so he wouldn’t get scared.
The soft eyes he gave you, reminded you of the time he came out of the ice. When you were assigned to guide him to cope with his new life. He had the same look when he was trying to understand how to use a smartphone and then looked at you with confusion, silently pleading for help.
He was asking for help again but this time you weren’t enjoying this, you were scared. What if he never…
“What’s the last thing you remember?” you asked softly.
“The last mission I remember is with you Nat and Rumlow, to free the hostages. But we came back, reported to fury, and then went home. That’s it” that was two years ago, a month before you two started dating.
So he doesn’t even remember us dating. You thought.
“Steve, I know it would be difficult to understand, to accept but what you remember happened two years ago.” you didn't know how much to tell him before he started to panic but for now he looked okay. Trying to take in the information.
You took the ring beside the table, they took it off his finger and showed him. “Um.. this is” you were hesitant to tell him but it was important. You showed him your hand with the wedding ring.
“We got married,” you whispered looking at him, trying to read his expressions.
You knew how emotional he was about his relationships, and suddenly knowing he was married would be a shock.
Steve took your hand in his and caressed the finger as if trying to remember but there was nothing.
Nothing, he could think off and smile. It was a bit painful to know you are married and not know anything about it. That day, your life with that person.
“Hey, it’s okay. You are going to be fine. We are going to retrieve everything back” you said his face in your hands.
You didn't know how you were going to do that or how much time would it take but right now it was important to give him hope.
He nodded and got out of your grip. Suddenly the doctor came in to take Steve for CT scans.
His ring was still in your hands, you didn’t give him, nor did he ask for it…
~
You brought Steve to your floor after the CT scans. You cleaned the bedroom especially for him considering how difficult you find cleaning your room.
There was an awkward silence between you two. You never felt this way with him even when you two didn’t start dating.
“You should change and take a rest, I’ll bring you dinner” you smiled to which he just nodded and watched you go.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like you anymore. He did like you, and with what he remembers he was thinking of asking you out but suddenly you are his wife and…
His head hurts thinking about that, so he laid on the bed thinking this all to be a dream.
~
You went to the kitchen where everyone was eating and talking. When they saw you coming they stopped and stared at you.
“I’m just here to make dinner for him. His head hurts constantly, I think he is thinking too much” you sighed. The team gave you sad smiles.
“It’s gonna be alright y/n,” nat said, coming towards you. She hugged you before you started making something for your husband.
You came back with a bowl of soup and saw him lying in bed with closed eyes but you knew he wasn’t sleeping. You sat near him and ran your fingers through his hair causing him to open his eyes. You smiled at him.
“I brought you soup, you have to take your medicines after that.” again just a nod and he took the bowl from you.
You got up and continued watching him, no glance at you, no smile, nothing. You knew you had to be patient but it still hurts seeing him behaving like a stranger.
With a sigh, you went to the bathroom to change for bed…
~
It’s been 3 weeks since lost his memories and you were trying very patiently to help. You were always there for him, wake him up with a smile, usually, you would kiss him but now everything stopped as he was distant from you. But now things were a little bit better as he would often give you a little smile. You made him his favorite food. You took him for walks and to dinner, where you two had memories.
Yesterday you took him to the restaurant where you went on your first date. You were noticing his expressions the whole time if he would get a spark of his past but there was nothing. And even if he felt something he didn’t show it. He barely showed any expressions now.
Today you were going to take him to the central park, that was where you took him first when he came out of the ice.
You personally had a lot of memories there with your family.
Maybe if you talked about the same things you did that day, that could cause an effect on him.
You sighed happily and went down the floor, to find him. He was on desk duty these days, which was funny. Considering the captain who always gave everyone else that pathetic job as a punishment, was doing it himself. And that everyone was mostly you, the favorite target of Steve Roger’s wrath.
You went towards his desk but didn’t find him there. So after asking FRIDAY you were heading towards the laboratory.
You were about to enter but stopped hearing their voices.
“I don’t know tony. It’s not like I don’t like her but…. She is being too much for me. She is always there, when I wake up I see her face, on breakfast lunch dinner. Then going to bed. And now she is taking me outside. It’s… so overwhelming.” Steve sighed.
Normally Steve Rogers didn’t babble his tensions out when anyone asked him what happened. But now when tony asked this question he couldn’t help but let out everything he was thinking for the past three weeks.
Tony gave him a sympathetic smile, “maybe you should talk to her then. Tell her she needs to give you space. She isn’t like that, Steve, she is worried too and maybe that’s why she didn’t even realize that.”
Steve considered his words and indeed before going out of the laboratory. You on the other hand left before he could.
Here you were trying so hard to help him get back to normal and he was taking you, as too much.
You marched towards your room and packed your stuff. Maybe you should shift back to your floor giving him his space back.
Well, you were being too much y/n. You thought. But for him, and if he had any problem he should have talked directly to you.
You sighed. He was normal with everyone but you, or maybe everyone was normal with him but you.
You took your bag and went back to the other floor. Now you also would try to be normal, acting as if nothing happened and wait for some miracle to heal him.
After making your old bedroom look presentable you decide to head towards the gym to let out your frustrations. But on the way you found Steve, who had the audacity to smile at you.
“Umm… I was looking for you,” he said softly. This made you even more annoyed. He was acting as if he didn’t bitched you to your friend just half an hour ago.
“Why?” he flinched at your tone which wasn’t meant to be that harsh.
“We were supposed to go for a walk” you sighed and gave him a forced smile.
“Not today Steve. I am a bit tired.” you were about to walk away but stopped.
“And Steve, I think we should stop this for some time. It must be overwhelming, huh, you know I can be too much sometimes,” you whispered the last part. He barely caught it but he heard. And watched you walk away.
~
One week passed and he was restless. You weren’t there, he barely saw you the whole day. He couldn’t even sleep at night. It wasn’t just because of the guilt of his words, it was your presence that soothes him, your warmth. Even though his mind didn’t remember his body was used to being around you.
He was in the kitchen making coffee for everyone when you walked in. and it hurt him when you didn’t even look at him and started preparing your breakfast.
“Hey, your coffee,” Steve said, passing a cup towards you.
“Steve she doesn’t drink black coffee-like, everyone” nat said looking at him.
Steve shocked his head, “no I didn’t make her—” he stopped in the middle of his sentence.
You looked towards your cup and it was filled with cream and an outrageous amount of sweetness, just like you loved your coffee.
You looked towards Steve who was giving you a nervous smile, while everyone remained silent. “Thank you” you muttered and walked out with your cup.
With a smile and happy tears in your eyes, he subconsciously made you a coffee. He remembered.
Still, that didn’t mean you are going to be on friendly terms with him.
~
The mission was successful but tiring, you were returning in the jet with Tony nat and clint. Sitting in a corner you smiled lightly thinking about the moments before going to the missions.
Steve came to you, “be safe” that’s what he whispered before giving you a peck on the cheek, hesitantly. As if you would slap his face hard for kissing you.
You chuckled before closing your eyes to take a nap…
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He was sitting at the desk doing his work when Sherline? What was her name? Came to him with a more than a friendly smile. She was a new receptionist always needing help with stuff especially when Steve is around. She bent down when you walked in with a file on the mission.
Not again… that was what you thought. You knew what he must be on his display by the flustered face and the way he was averting his eyes.
He smiled hesitantly before trying to explain whatever that recipient girl was asking him.
“Captain Rogers” you called, with authority causing both of them to look at you. The girl instantly straightened and walked away before greeting you. Your eyes followed her as she went away before coming back to him.
The look of disappointment you gave him, reminded Steve of a memory, somewhere deep inside his head.
“Captain Rogers” your voice was stern as you looked at Sharon and then Steve. She was there for some work Fury asked her to do, and also got a chance to see Steve as well. You were annoyed from a hectic mission after a week to submit your report and seeing them together annoyed you even more.
“Hey y/n” Sharon greeted with a smile which you returned with your forced one. You marched towards steve and threw your file on the desk.
“Report,” you said before walking away.
With the same look of disappointment, you came near him and threw your file. Steve looked like a kicked puppy when he looked up.
“Report” the voice seemed like it was coming from a distance. He was watching you go away and involuntarily called your name.
“y/n” he kept calling but you didn’t stop. He left Sharon there and ran towards you. He grabbed your arm, causing you to turn. “What?” you spat…
He remembered, he remembered what he said after that, your wrist in his hand and you, still thinking what the fuck he wants?
“Will… will you go out with me” the words left his mouth. He suddenly smiled looking at your expressions. Your eyes got wet, while you chuckled.
“You..”
“Just a little bit” he whispered.
He took your hands in his, “look y/n I’m sorry about those words. I was just” but you stopped him. “I understand,” you smiled sadly. “Doctor Cho warned me not to be overwhelmed. I just got too much, I know”
“Will you give me another chance, will you help me with this?” he asked.
“Of course babe,” you said before giving him a long-overdue hug. It felt so good to feel him against you after so long, his arms wrapped around you. Now he felt like your husband.
“Now can you give me my ring back?” he said, showing you his empty hand.
“Hmm, lemme think about it. Think if you even deserve it or not” you said squinting your eyes at him.
He pretended to be wounded at your words only to receive a scoff from you. You turned and walked away leaving him there alone.
“Buy me dinner first, then I’ll decide” you shouted behind you, causing the captain to smile shyly.
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"it’s been months since we broke up and i just found one of your old sweatshirts in my wardrobe and it’s making me miss you" nikolai x reader with a happy ending pls?
A/n: I can't help myself but give my best man a happy ending, sorry not sorry. Hope you like it x
Warnings: angst, confrontation, happy ending
Word count: 2K
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SHADOW AND BONE MASTERLIST
A knock on the door in the middle of the night wasn't something you were expecting to happen. Merely because you were not expecting anyone. Even though, to be fair, it wasn't that late. And considering how everyone's so busy these days, with the Darkling threat looming over your heads, everyone is required to put in some work to plan a strategy that will assure our victory. Or at least, to contain the damage that surely the Shadow Summoner had planned to inflict upon those who had betrayed him.
Sleep was a luxury these days, so really, you shouldn't have been surprised by someone calling for you. Sighing, you walked to the door wrapping your robe around your body.
When your eyes fell onto the person behind the door, you froze. Now this, was a surprise.
You definitely weren't expecting your ex-boyfriend to knock on your door in the middle of the night a month after your break up.
"Nikolai?" the surprise was clear in your voice as well as weariness. If he was here that meant that something terrible must have happened.
"Were you sleeping?" he shuffled on his feet. As if seeing at your door after all this time wasn't baffling enough, his insecurity certainly was.
You shook your head. "Has something happened?"
"Yes," he said rolling his shoulders back. You stood taller as well, bracing for the bad news. "it’s been months since we broke up and I just found one of your old sweatshirts in my wardrobe and it’s making me miss you," he added and pulled something from behind his back.
It was your sweatshirt indeed, one of your favourites, certainly the most comfortable one. One that you usually used to sleep but it was also the one that you had left in his rooms. The break-up had been sudden in the sense that it had been a long time in the making but the bubble had broken abruptly, leaving you no time to retrieve your stuff.
Well, you could have gone to him and ask for your things but you had spent the last month trying to avoid him.
"Nikolai-" now your words were tentative, a slight warning in them. There was a reason why things had ended, after all.
"No, please, just hear me out." There was no insecurity in his voice anymore, nor in his body language. You knew the man in front of him, painfully aware of how stubborn he was. And the truth was that you had missed him too. Being so close to him and yet so far away had been one of the hardest things you had to do.
So you relented. With a nod, you let him in your room.
You closed the door and when you turned around you saw him sitting on your bed. You took a couple of step towards him but decided to stand at a safe distance from him. Nikolai's eyes were on you and you shifted on your feet under his gaze.
"What's there left to say?" You spoke since he didn't. His presence was unnerving enough on its own, embarrassing silence wasn't a surplus you needed.
"I'm aware of why we broke up, what you think. But I need you to know that it was a huge misunderstanding." He said, squaring his shoulders.
You scoffed, crossing your arms on your chest. "Really? And you waited a month to clear the air?"
"It wouldn't have been fair to you for me to have this conversation before." He stated as if he was during one of his diplomatic meetings.
"Because all this time, you've still been flirting with her."
"I wouldn't put it like that..." He slightly grimaced, his eyes leaving yours for the first time to move to his hands.
"Courting, wooing, pursuing, whatever Nikolai. I don't care how you'd put it. I don't care about what you do with her either." Gesturing with your hands, you sneered at his audacity. He wasn't going to get out of this on semantics. Nonetheless, it was over and you didn't want to show just how aggravated seeing him with Alina made you. "It's none of my business." You shook your head and moved towards your window, giving him your back.
"Well, maybe you don't care but I do. Maybe what I have to tell you won't change a thing but I need to at least try." He raised his voice, frustration clear in his words for your attitude. But you couldn't care less, you had just started. "Because this past month without you has been hell and I don't want to spend another day without you." His voice trembled a bit at the end and you knew that it wasn't easy for him to be this vulnerable with you.
"Don't tell Alina that." You teased him in a neutral tone. Back still to him.
"Alina doesn't care, y/n. And neither do I."
"Could have me fooled."
"It would have been a political union." Frustrated, he pointed out. You turned around this time, scoffing at the implicit insult.
"That much I had guessed, Nikolai." You weren't stupid. And you knew Nikolai. As soon as the first wave of pain and betrayal passed, you realized that it must have been a strategic move on his part. Not that it made anything better.
"You...did?" He almost stammered, eyes widening in surprise.
"Of course," you sighed, "but it doesn't make anything better. So if this is all you had to say, I'm afraid it doesn't change anything."
"But- it changes everything. I don't love Alina, I never have." He insisted, standing up from the bed and taking a step in your direction.
"You would have still married her though, wouldn't you?" You pointed out with a rhetorical question that he still felt like answering.
"Well, I-"
"And you didn't tell me anything, did you?" You continued this time without giving him time to speak. "So yes, maybe you didn't love her. Maybe you loved me but would that matter once you were married to her?"
"I'll tell you: no it wouldn't have. Because as much as I loved you, I wouldn't have let you made me your mistress. And you and Alina are good friends, I'm sure you'd grow to love her with time." Your voice has hardened, failing at carelessly exposing an eventual love blooming between them. But Nikolai didn't notice. He was still at the second sentence.
"Loved?"He whispered. Past tense.
"Did you expect me to hold a torch forever?" Your voice softened at his reaction but still- you weren't going to be around forever. He had made his choice, after all.
"Of course not," Nikolai mumbled as he sat down on the bed again and looked down at your sweatshirt still in his hands. You couldn't see his face and you knew that it was a deliberate move. Never had you seen him to defeated and crestfallen. His shoulders slumped, his fingers fisted the material in his hands.
Sighing, you closed the distance between you and sat beside him on the bed. Maybe you had been too harsh but it was an instinct for you to be so defensive. Even though his betrayal had hurt you immensely, hurting him back was never your intention.
"I don't think I could ever stop loving you." You whispered. Eyes latched on your fumbling fingers, you heave a sigh. This felt like the confession it was.
"But you can't expect me to be fine just because you explained Nikolai. It doesn't excuse the lies or the betrayal." You continued, wanting him to understand. Now that everything was out in the open, it was best to speak heart to heart.
"Indeed it doesn't. And I'm sorry I've hurt you, it was never my intention." He agreed and apologised but you shook your head. What good was it an apology now? It wasn't a matter of forgiveness anymore. There was now a lack of trust and you didn't know how to handle it.
"How do you think I would have reacted? What if she said yes, uh? What then, Nikolai? Would an "I love you" fix everything?" Speaking no matter the lump of your throat, you turned to face him. His eyes were already on you. They were glossy and one of his hands reached out to yours to hold it.
"I knew she was going to say no. And I knew that it was a low move on my part considering that you're my whole heart but I couldn't have lived with myself if I didn't at least try," he confessed. You nodded because you knew how much he cared for Ravka's future and having Alina on the throne would no doubt have a positive impact on all fronts.
"Because having her on the throne would have been advantageous for us, for Ravka. It would benefit us in so many ways that I had to try, at least. No matter the sacrifice." The last word came out as a whisper, his eyes flickering between yours and you understood the underlying message. But that was exactly the problem.
"What hurt me the most, Nikolai was that you made the decision for both of us."
"I'm not a strategist but I understand the power Alina holds. It would have still hurt but if you had told me, it would have been different." You explained as his eyes filled with an emotion that you recognized as regret.
"I'm sorry, y/n. I never wanted you to feel like you don't matter to me. Because you do. You have no idea how much you do. And I love you, I really do." His hold on your hands tightened and you were surprised to see how his lower lip trembled a bit.
"I love you too, Kolya." You confessed, unable to pretend the contrary. "But I don't know where to go from here."
"You don't owe me anything, my sweet. I wanted you to know and now you do. That's more than I deserve." One of his hands came up to caress your cheek as he gave you a small smile. You actually leaned to him, missing the touch, the closeness.
You missed him.
And yes, he had made a mistake. Yes, he had hurt you. But was it to the point of no return? To be fair, you knew that nothing had actually happened between him and Alina besides the proposal. And sure, that was certainly enough on its own but in a way that meant that it hadn't actually cheated.
He had surely betrayed your trust and lied to you. But trust could be regained. And work could be done on your relationships so as not to have these communication problems again.
The question is: were you willing to put yourself through that? Because it was not going to be easy. And there was a chance that it wasn't going to work.
His eyes boring on yours, you hoped to convey your insecurity to him. You knew he loved you. And you dearly loved him too. Maybe you could give him a second chance. If love was there maybe it was worth it to put in the effort to make it work.
Scratch that- it definitely was.
"What about what I deserve?" You whispered as your hands wrapped around his on your face.
"Everything and more, my love." His eyes flickered between yours hopefully. Trying to see if he could find the confirmation in them of what your words implied.
"Well, I think that I deserve a prince." You stated with a small smile.
"Even if he's unworthy of you?" He insisted, raising an eyebrow but mirroring your smile.
"I guess I can give him another chance to prove himself."
"He'd be most grateful, my dear. But I'm afraid he'll never deserve you." His face got closer to yours, nose almost touching. He cradled your face in his hands, his thumb stroking your cheeks.
"Enough with the charming, Kolya, I'm already yours. Come and get me." You chuckled with a roll of your eyes before eagerly tugging him closer to you.
"As you wish." He said before he kissed you. Slowly at first, almost as if he couldn't still believe that it was happening. Then with the hold on your face, he pulled you closer angling your face so as to deepen the kiss.
Your old sweatshirt laid discarded on your bedroom floor. Forgotten for the moment as you caught up on your lost time together.
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icarus my beloved, may i please request for a zombie apocalypse au (dsmp) and the characters haven’t seen you ever since the apocalypse started and they’ve been trying to find you for a long time, but once they finally find you, you’re already turned. basically how different dsmp characters would react to finding you turned as a zombie :> also i find your stuff ✨imaculate✨
and may i pls be ur 🌧anon?
I lovvvvveeeee Zombie apocalypse AUs. I'm very excited to write this. Also, thank you! I appreciate your compliment!
Yes, you can be! I'll eventually make an Anon list... Eventually.
In order of: Dream, Bad, Tommy (and Tubbo?), Ranboo, Ghostbur, Philza
Tommy's story is Bench Trio while Ranboo's story is more around Boreal Boys.
The Boreal Boys is set around the Antarctic Empire rather than the DSMP.
Edit: Trying to put a cut in. 50/50 on whether or not it worked.
DSMP Reacting to You Being Turned Into A Zombie (Multiple x GN!Reader)
They grunted, stepping over a fallen log as they yanked a crossbow bolt out of the skull of a fallen zombie, shoving it into their bag where other bolts and arrows were wrapped up. Ignoring the murmuring of their companion(s) as they looked over the faces of rotten flesh, thankfully none of them striking a familiar chord in their mind.
"They could still be alive..." They murmured softly under their breath as they walked back to the campsite that they and their companion(s) had originally set up. With a sigh, they plopped down in front of the crackling flame and adjusted the food that had been cooking before a horde of zombies had made their way through the makeshift barricade.
Ignoring the snores of their sleeping 'teammate(s) of survival', they eagerly dug into the food after it finished cooking before pausing mid-bite as they heard a crackling in the branches. Drawing their sword out from the sheath on their hip while they set their food down back into the pan, they spun around to face their possible attacker, silently hoping it was a wild animal they could use for meat, wool or feathers.
Glancing through the forest, they squinted as they saw movement but the firelight only spread so far which wasn't enough to shed light on the figure. With a sigh, they took a burning branch from the fire and lifted it, beginning to walk forward.
Judging by the guttural growls, groans, and scent of rotting flesh, it was definitely a zombie. Lifting the makeshift torch enough, they were able to see the undead being better and squinted, trying to recognize the creature before it turned around.
(H/c) hair... Albeit matted and overgrown, and torn clothing loosely hanging to their rotten skin... But when the zombie turned their head... They'd recognize them anywhere... Even after so long...
(Y/n).
Dream
His breath caught in his throat temporarily and he felt the torch slip from his hand, but it didn't fall.
Gritting his teeth together, he cringed and gripped onto the damaged smiling mask he usually wore.
"Fuck... (Y/n)... FUCK!" He took a few steps back to avoid the lame swipes you took at him.
He was thankful that your movement was hindered to the point where your steps were small shuffles.
"You promised..." He whispered, looking down at his trademark symbol.
It was a gift from you. Two years ago... You had promised... You promised that you would be okay...
And now here you were... Lifeless but alive... Groaning and gnashing your teeth at him...
He faintly heard the pounding footsteps of George and Sapnap behind him, likely having heard him yell.
"Dream?!" George yelled before the steps immediately came to a stop.
"Is that..."
"They promised..." He whined softly before pinching his eyes shut again as anger quickly overtook him. With a fierce battle cry, he swung his sword.
The strike was sloppy, filled with emotion and too much power. He had a feeling that if Technoblade was around still, he would be mocked to death for such a shitty swing.
But this was a brainless corpse. They couldn't rub two brain cells together to even think about dodging. This wasn't his smart, clever... Cunning... Alive... (Y/n)...
So it hit.
The gleaming diamond sword sliced through the rotten skin like a hot knife through butter, especially easier due to the Fire Aspect engraved into the sword.
He took a sharp intake of breath as he heard the horrible screeching noises that came from you as you sunk to the ground, desperately reaching out to him in one last attempt to get even a taste of his flesh.
He turned from your burning body and placed his mask on to cover his face before his friends saw the silver tears in the corners of his eyes, "Let's go."
"Dre-"
"I said, let's go."
They decided not to comment further.
Bad
He slowly felt the torch slip from his grasp and clatter to the ground, burning the dew-soaked grass it had landed on but it didn't matter.
Groaning and snarling at him, you lamely stumbled forward to grab at him, but he grabbed you first.
The Demon cringed slightly at the feel of rotten flesh beneath his fingers, but he held you back from walking forward.
He dodged the gnashing of your teeth as you tried to bite his arm, but he couldn't bring himself to bring the sword through your chest to finally end your suffering...
He glanced in the direction of the camp where Skeppy was still asleep, hopefully anyway...
Bad knew Skeppy would never agree to keep you around, even if you had once been someone very important to him.
Neither of them knew how zombie bites would affect Diamond Sprites or Demons, and weren't too eager to find out.
"(Y/n)... You muffin..." He put a hand on your chin, preventing you from chomping on his arms, "I wish... I wish I could've said goodbye..."
"Maybe I could've protected you..."
"Would you still be alive if I hadn't stormed out that day?"
He continued whispering questions to your mindless form, but his only responses were watery gurgles and the odd groan.
"Muffin... I'm so sorry..." He whispered, lowering his head to look down at you better, lava tears dripping down his cheeks and landing on your rotting away face, causing horrible screeches and snarls to escape from you, but you didn't yank away.
"Bad?!" Skeppy's voice came from the camp, and he looked over his shoulder to stare at the Diamond Sprite, "What... Why are you..."
"I-I... Skeppy... Do you think... If I had done anything different... They'd be alive?" He whispered, moving aside to let his small friend see his former friend.
The blue-skinned male sighed and loaded an arrow into his bow and grabbed onto the string, getting ready to pull it back, "Bad... You can't rewrite history... What's done is done, it's too late for them..."
"Can... Can you...? I don't think I can..." He whispered and finally let go of you, causing your balance to be set off.
The second he turned his back, he heard the stretching of a bowstring before releasing it. He shut his eyes tightly as he heard the familiar impact of a bow hitting mostly rotten but still solid flesh.
He didn't turn around, instead choosing to keep his head down as his friend brought him back to the camp.
"Goodbye, (Y/n)..."
Tommy (and Tubbo?)
He was frozen stiff, his grip tightening on his sword and the torch as he stared down the undead being.
Honestly, if anyone had asked him why he was still fighting through this damned apocalypse, he would say that he was fighting to survive.
No. He was fighting to make sure you were still alive...
Now, what was left?
"For fuck's sake! You were supposed to be alive!" He yelled, no doubt waking up the camp of other survivors.
"You were the only one- Dammit, (Y/n)!" He cried, ignoring the tears running down his cheeks as he threw a punch that connected to your jaw, cracking the weakened bone almost instantly and causing it to hang like an angered Enderman.
He continued to shout at your undead form and cry, ignoring the worried calls and frantic scrambling of his friends from back at the camp.
"You used to be such a great fighter, and you lost to FUCKING ZOMBIES!" He swung his arms around, his mind barely cluing into the fact that he dropped his sword and torch, "You almost beat Technoblade for fuck's sake! Technoblade! And-and..."
'No. No. Stay angry. They lost the fight. They- Don't mourn their stupidity...' He crumpled to the ground in despair, his tears dropping into his lap as he quickly grew deaf to the sound of shuffling feet.
Luckily, someone ran past him and shoved you to the ground with a shield, sending you rolling into a puddle of mud.
"Tommy!" Tubbo cried, setting down the shield as Ranboo quickly looked him over for any bite marks or injuries.
Once he found none, he gave a large sigh of relief and looked over at the corpse that Tubbo had shield bashed away from his friend, "Oh... Wait..." He frowned, struggling to remember the face that was struggling to crawl their way over to them through the mud.
"That's (Y/n)..." Tommy murmured, sounding rather numb, Tubbo and Ranboo noted, "They taught me and Tubbo to fight, back before we lost L'Manberg... They practically raised us... Despite being a similar age... They were so strong... and brave..."
Tubbo's breath hitched as he took another look at the growling creature desperate to feast on their flesh, "N-No... They're too strong to- I don't- No- No!"
"Guys... I know- I- No, I don't know... But we have to leave. They're going to call more zombies- And... We have to kill them..." Ranboo whispered, flinching a bit when Tubbo and Tommy whipped their heads in his direction, fire burning in their eyes.
Tommy's inner flame was the first to die out.
"I know..." He whispered, ignoring Tubbo's cries of protest as he picked up the diamond sword, twisting it in his hand and watching as the torchlight reflected off of it.
"You can't kill them, Tommy- They're like our older sibling-... Were... like... Our older sibling..." Tubbo corrected himself with hesitance and a sniffle as he looked away.
He turned back to your gurgling form and walked over, moving his feet away from your grabs at his ankles while raising his sword.
With a sharp intake of breath, tears continuing to drip down his cheeks as he rose his sword, "I'm sorry..." He whispered before bringing it down through your chest.
Ranboo
Sure, his memory was bad, but he could NEVER forget the face of the name that was scrawled through his memory book.
He stumbled backwards and tripped over a log with a small yelp, his sword and torch falling from his grip.
The water from the recent rain seeping through his torn clothing caused his skin to hiss, and a small whine tore from his throat as he scrambled backwards.
His noises of pain and distress failed to scare the zombie of his former best friend off, instead only persuaded them to lazily drag their feet towards him a little quicker.
Thankfully, although he was deaf to it amidst his panic and sobs, heavy footsteps and the ruffle of feathers echoed through the forest.
"Ranboo?! Mate, are you okay!?" Hands flew to his shoulders while a pink and red blur hopped the log he had tripped on to start a brawl with the zombie.
"DON'T HURT THEM!" He wailed to Techno, fighting against the hands that held his shoulders to reach out at the zombie.
"Heh?!" Techno used his shield to hold you back, dodging the swipes you took at him with your unkempt nails, "Ranboo! They're dead! A zombie!"
Ranboo sobbed louder, fighting the urge to cover his ears at the horrible words, "(Y/n) isn't dead... They aren't... They can't be! No... no...!"
Calloused hands carded through his black and white hair, which would've calmed him down on a normal day, but now... How could he feel anything but despair? His best friend was now a lifeless being...
They promised that they'd see him again, alive, not like THIS!
"Ranboo..." Phil murmured from behind him, likely having finished checking him for bites. The avian pulled him into his chest, allowing him to bawl his eyes out, the fabric muffling his desperate wails and preventing the tears from burning his skin too much.
"You- you said a gapple and a weakness potion could turn them back, right?!" Ranboo cried, looking up at the elder male, "C-can't we try it out on them?!"
Phil and Techno were silent, and the only sounds that were heard were the crackling fire back at the camp and the gurgles of his former best friend.
Perhaps he panicked himself into a light-headed state, or maybe his memory was worse than before because the next thing he knew Techno was dragging a chained and growling corpse while Philza was practically carrying the enderboy who was pretty much twice his height.
The next few days felt like a fever dream. He spent most of his time sitting in front of a cage where the corpse of his friend laid on the cold stone ground.
Phil had doused them in a splash potion of weakness and forced a golden apple down their throat a few hours after they caged them, now it was Ranboo's job to watch over them for any changes and write them down.
"Yeah then Me, Phil and Techno travelled out of the Tundra back on the DreamSMP, and we made our way to the Antarctic, back to the old Empire that they used to rule over..." He rambled onto your lifeless corpse, reading through his memory book to continue telling you stories, even if you were dead.
"Ran...Boo..."
"(Y-Y/n)?!" He threw the book aside and ran over to the cage, only to see the corpse had gained more of a human flesh tone rather than a sickening green, and formerly black, now (e/c) eyes were staring up at the stone bricks that made up the roof.
Ghostbur
He absolutely lit up with a happy squeal.
"(Y/n)! I knew you would make it through this whole apocalypse thing!" The ghost walked over and put his hand on your shoulder, brushing off the way that you didn't flinch away from the intense cold that radiated off of him.
You only continued walking...
"Oh? Do you know of any shelter? Lead the way then!" He chirped, pulling on the lead that was hooked up to the blue sheep he knew as Friend.
The two of you walked through the forests, Ghostbur blabbering away about memories he had involving you both, but he had a tight grasp on something blue the entire time.
You never responded to him, other than the odd groan or gurgle, but the ghost never found anything wrong with it.
Inside, he knew that you were an animated corpse. He knew that you would never be able to lose your three canon lives, and become a ghost.
Instead, you were stuck as a corpse that would perpetually come back to life over and over again until your body completely got destroyed.
Every time he looked at your growling form, he wanted to feel happy, you were back travelling with him! But... You weren't the same person...
"Wil- Ghostbur!" A voice came from behind him, and he saw the father of Aliverbur standing in front of him, sword at the ready.
"Phil!" He chirped, moving beside you and holding your shoulder, so you didn't run towards Philza, "Hey, how's it going man?" He smiled widely.
The flightless avian put his hand on his hat as he watched you reach towards him uselessly, being held back by the ghost of his son, "Ghostbur... That's not..."
"(Y/n)? Yes, it is!" He continued to smile, although it seemed a little forced, "It's just been a while, don't be so negative, Philza Minecraft!"
He sighed heavily, "Wil, that is not (Y/n) anymore. They are a senseless mob!" He reached for his sword, only to blink when Ghostbur quickly ran in front of you.
"No, no! It is! It is them!" He sobbed, his tears burning his transparent skin as his body shook with horrible coughs. "Please... It is... It is..."
"Okay, okay." He put his sword in the sheath and held up his hands in surrender to make Ghostbur stop crying, "It is, it's (Y/n)... Go say hi to Techno and get some food for Friend... I'm going to talk to them."
Ghostbur wiped his eyes with his sweater and eagerly nodded, "Okay! I haven't spoken to Techno in so long, I hope he's been doing okay..." He continued to ramble as he walked to the attached cabins next to the mountain, dragging Friend along.
Philza turned back to you and drew his sword, watching as you dragged your feet through the snow to reach him, "I'm sorry, (Y/n)... He just... Doesn't understand that you're stuck suffering..."
"Philzaaaa!" Ghostbur skipped out the door, pulling his blue sheep along as Philza sheathed his netherite sword, "Where did (Y/n) go?"
The avian folded his wings to his back under his cape as he looked over his shoulder, "Oh, they were going towards the portal. They said they would be back soon."
"Oh, they finally spoke? I'm so proud of them! I'll wait for them here!" Ghostbur smiled widely, completely unaware of the burning corpse hidden behind the trees.
Philza
Maybe he should've felt something more...?
Then again... He was the Angel of Death, he caused and attracted death like a magnet with a knife.
He swung his sword simply, watching as the corpse burned and crumpled to the ground before him with desperate wails and growls.
First Wilbur... Then Tommy... Now (Y/n)... Who was next, Ranboo or Techno?
He sighed, turning away from yet another person who had meant the world to him but was now nothing but rotting burnt flesh on the stark white snow.
"Phil!" Ranboo gave a chirping noise, a static-filled deformed mimic of one of the noises he often made due to his avian genetics, "Are you alright? One of the traps went off an-"
He wanted to smile, he did. He wanted to tell the boy who was practically shaking with worry as he checked him for bites that he was alright.
"It... Was (Y/n)..." He murmured softly, feeling... Oddly calm about the situation... Or was that empty? It was like how he felt after he killed his son...
Ranboo's bi-coloured eyes slowly rose up to meet Phil's blue ones and almost cringed as he saw that he was practically looking through him, "You... Mean, your..."
"Yeah... That's them. B-But it's okay-" He went to say but Ranboo gave an upset growl sort of noise as his monochrome tail wrapped around one of his lanky and abnormally long legs.
"Okay?! Phil, you just killed one of the most important people in your life... You- You aren't okay! You're numb!" The Enderman grabbed his shoulders... And the feeling of floating that he hadn't even noticed came to a sudden halt.
Oh. He was numb... That's why he didn't feel it...
Wait when did Ranboo bring him inside?
He slowly glanced out the window to see the sun had set long ago, and the fire in the fireplace had practically died out. Ranboo was curled up on the couch on the other side of him, and Techno was nowhere to be seen.
'I killed them... Without a second thought...' His mind caught up with the situation much slower than his body had, and he slouched against the arm of the couch he was propped up against.
'I killed them like I killed Wilbur...'
'Terrible person... Horrible...'
'I kill everyone I love...'
'Techno and Ranboo are left... They're in danger from you too...'
"Phil?" A hand grabbed one of the ones that were entangled in his long golden locks, "Hey, hey... I want you to listen to my voice, okay? You're okay... Follow my breathing..."
When did he start crying?
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Could we pls get part 2 for ‘Weaponized Villain’? 👀👀
-whumpilicious
Thank you so much for this ask!
So I neglected rereading the other part. Villain's tongue is meant to be cut off, but he talks in this. Just let's pretend that he has like a voice speaking box or something, I apologize for this.
Weaponized Villain Part 2
Part 1
@whumpilicious @the-sky-writes @maracujatangerine @kim-poce @octopus-reactivated
Warnings: sedation/anesthesia mention, semiconsciousness, drugged character, past body surgey, body modifications, unconscious character, guilt, descriptions of procedure, conditioning, dehumanization, weaponizing, blood drawing, blood tests, syringes and needles, delirium, hospital setting
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There were six doctors in that room, and ten nurses. All just stared; no effort was made to advance to help the barely conscious human on the gurney.
All their fingers twitched, curling around various surgical implements and syringes decked with needles. One even aimlessly dangled a stethoscope from their tensed fingers and with the deep metallic armor protecting the weakened body underneath, it would serve no purpose.
"Aren't you going to do something?" Hero rapsed, a slight squeak to the pitch in her voice as her emerald eyes rapidly glistened over the stunned faces of the medics.
"There are wires literally connected to the ends of his nerves. I don't even know how that's physically possible," one of the doctors informed the concerned hero with a faint knowing tone to his voice. He glanced at the lightly trembling hero before averting his eyes. "If we remove them," he continued, "we could give him permanent nerve damage."
Hero gaped, trotting over to the bed where the injured man laid upon. They were able to safely remove some of the metal mask, revealing tangles of wires and humming boxes. He was practically a humanoid machine.
But at least part of his eyes were visible. At least she could gauge the state of his consciousness.
They were dulled and very unfocused, rolling up underneath his lids. Hero sighed and ran a tentative hand over the smooth metal.
"We can however," the doctor interrupted the tender moment with a spark of nervous hope in his voice, "slowly take off the armor, starting with his feet to study how it was put on. If we are successful, we may be able to figure out a way to completely get rid of it. I would like to take some blood tests first though to see what's in his system. Even though he is hurt and weak and very tired, he also seems sorta loopy."
Hero nodded, a smile dawning on her face and stepped away from the villain who had just started to whimper and mumble incoherently.
"M-mission," he wheezed. "Kill."
Hero looked up with a pointed edge to her gaze. The doctors and nurses stiffened in anticipation, sharing glances with each other.
One of the mechanical arms raised weakly, before plummeting back onto the thin mattress. Villain groaned and coughed, barely audible, before slowly turning his head to look at Hero.
"I-i tried sir," he whispered before his eyes drifted shut.
The doctors all let out a loud sigh, letting out a caged breath they were all holding. Hero nervously crept over to Villain and laid her hand on his head. Unconsciously, he leaned into it. Hero pursed her lips, surprised that he could feel her touch.
The medics began to buzz around Villain's feet, lifting them and prodding at them. Hero pulled a nearby plastic chair up and sat next to Villain, swinging her hand underneath his helmet covered head.
She watched as some heavy-duty pair of scissors and pliers were brought to the operation. They fluidly removed the thick metal casing. Hero's felt her heartbeat rise at the sight of the intricate mass of colors from all the little wires, but then it settled again when she came to the realization that it wasn't too bad.
The doctors started to untangle the wires. Most of them seemed to be powering another function in the suit with only a couple imbedded into his foot.
Even with this hindrance, the doctors were still able to expose his pale, wrinkled foot. The veins stood out like a bodybuilder's bicep, blue and thick.
"I've never taken blood samples from a foot before, but," one of the nurses chuckled as she ran a thin needle into the most strong looking vein, "I'm sure this'll work."
The blood running into the little vial was sort of thin for being blood, Hero noticed with a frown. And it went in there slowly, much slower than all the times Hero had to take blood tests for her yearly physical.
Eventually, the nurse capped the vial and put it in a little tray that a much younger lady, probably a med student, took to where Hero assumed was a lab.
"So," the doctor spoke, his experienced fingers lightly touching the wires strung through Villain's foot. "These are attached to his nerves, so the wires get very thin. This is not medically possible unless the doctor had some sort of power which enabled this."
"Can you fix it?" Hero asked softly.
"Yes, but slowly. He will have to be put under anesthesia for the procedure, but I don't know if his body is strong enough to be sedated for long periods. To fully rid of this suit, he would have to be operated on for at least fifteen hours multiple times at that," the doctor explained. "All we have to do is get a high-tech camera and snip the wires from the nerves. For all I know, because as we have seen, he can feel still, the nerves aren't damaged."
Hero nodded, prompting him to continue.
"It'll be slow and very shocking to his body. He'll been given a constant drip of mild painkillers- just to take the edge off- and will have to be intubated to be fed."
Hero felt a tad quesy to her stomach. She brought her hand to carefully cradle her torso, the other still lying languidly under Villain's unconscious head.
"If it works, do it," Hero said, nodding to the doctor. He wavered a smile before ducking out of the room, a trail of chattering nurses following him.
Hero was left alone to comfort the sleeping boy. His eyelids quivered and twitched under the blazing LED illuminating his face.
She felt somewhat guilty. All this time Supervillain's "indestructible drone" was actually a living, breathing human controlled by an android suit.
It was sickening. Especially since Hero didn't have the gumption to investigate when the seemingly nonliving machine limped away from battle, when it would sway and collapse in a bloody battlefield, when it would seem to react like a living body did when it was punched or thrown against a building.
Hero ran her thumb over the cracked paint of the helmet in small circles, deep in thought. Her fingertips followed the dents and edges, pressing against them. This poor guy suffered so much and all Hero did was aid in that suffering.
"Mm boss," Villain breathed, desperately trying to roll over to his side in his sleeping state. Hero put a hand on the busted metal of his shoulder and gently shushed him.
"Mmmnh no," he whimpered, pulling his body to himself. His eyes slited open, dancing over to Hero as an awaiting expression washed over them. "D-dont... hurt... me..."
"I won't honey," Hero whispered, smiling down at him. It was only then that Hero realized how young the semi-conscious man was. Barely twenty-two, even a tad younger than Hero herself.
Twenty-two years old, a whole life wasted away. A life feasted on rough hands, pain and experiments. Hero shuddered at the thought, brushing her fingers over the exposed skin on his forehead. Villain grunted and pushed into her hand like a cat, needing that close comfort.
He was just a kid.
Hero felt tears spiking at her eyes. She wiped them away with the cuff of her sleeve, sniffling quietly. The emotion in his glassy eyes quickly contorted into worry, then fear.
He jerked as hard as his fatigued body permitted him to do, trying his hardest to get away the possible threat.
"I tried," he screamed, squeezing his eyes shut. "I-i tried to kill... I did, please. Don't shock me." His screams rapidly ceased to muttered whimpers as his strength and energy ebbed away from him. He fell back into the gurney, eyes rolling to their whites.
Soon he passed out again, lost in the dark abyss of oblivion.
Hero looked down at the pitiful man on the bed with a sympathetic sigh before turning her face away, allowing the tears to come forth.
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