#still recovering from my hand injury. its been so long..........
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Mystery of Lilia's ring
Pt.I Pt.II
Lilia x reader
Warnings: angst/fluff, fem reader, general Lilia, possible spoilers for book 7, young Lilia and Sebek clutching their pearls because woman
Intro: Lilia wears a wedding ring under his gloves. However when asked he doges the question or makes up some silly excuse
Malleus is aware that he had wife. Lilia confirmed it a while ago but did not elborate further
It was only during the Malleus overblot incident that Diasnomia family found out about her and who she was
Tags: @koneko-dreams
"Hey! Rehabilitanion is necessery if you want to be able to move that leg not just drag it around"
(it takes place after Malleus have put everyone to sleep Silver/Sebek/Yuu watch Lilia dream play in front of them like movie)
"AUGH! HUMAN! I'm starting to doubt your validity as medic and suspecting you to be a professional torturer!"
Its been 2 months since Lilia was saved by a strange human. After agreeing to cooprate more his condition was quickly improving.
Most of the injuries healed however more serious ones still needed to be checked once a few days
(y/n) worked hard to help him recover feeling the pressure of time on her shoulders. It was only a matter of time as his soldiers come looking for him
Being gone for so long and finding him with a human will only cause trouble. They both knew that
"We have to get that leg moving"
"Aren't you doing that already?"
"Well, kind of. Its more of a warm up for you to stand on your own"
(y/n) backed away from the bed, examing him for a minute. She reached out her hands towards him
"Take my hand, try to stand up"
His eyes drifted between her and her palm, scowl making its way on his face. He ignored her hand, pushing himself of the bed with his own strenght
"I don't need your assistance with something as trivial as-"
His sentance was cut short when his legs gave up under his weight
"Lilia!"
(y/n) jumped forward, catching him in her arms
"I thought we went over this already! Quit-. Wait you're actually pretty light. That's great news! That armour of your made you waaay heavier!"
She rambled on as if unaware of the situation. Lilia was the opposite. His face was red, his pride hurt and head snuggled against human's chest
He sat there frozen. This warmth was comforting. He could stay here a bit-... No. What the hell is thinking! As if burned he tried to wiggle away from her grasp
"Unhand me, human temptress! What are trying to do?"
"Temptress? Well i'm flattered but you're the one who's fallen into my arms because of your arrogance. If you listined for once we wouldnt be in this situation in the first place"
Suddenly (y/n) felt a light bub light up over her head
"Lilia! If we're already in this position lets take advantage of it!"
She grabbed his hands placing them on her waist. The bat fae gave her look of utter shock and mild disgust
"I knew it! Shameless woman! Let go!"
"You're the one making this weird. I was just about to suggest a dance"
"A dance? Why-"
"Oh just let me finish. It clear that you're unable to stand alone. During the dance you can hold onto me while i guide you through the steps.
I will need you try to keep up with the rythm the best you can. This way i can monitor how well you're able to move"
Lilia hesitated. Dancing is something intimate to bat fae but she probably didn't mean anything by it. His recovery was going smoothly thanks to her care. There should be no harm to just go play along with it, right?
"...Fine"
"Great! Hold on me tight and follow my steps"
He gripped her waist tighter while she held his shoulders. She started softly singing to give him some music to dance to
There's a fire in my brain, and I'm burning up
Oh my, oh my
Keep running for the sink, but the well is dry
Oh my, oh my
Meanwhile Sebek, Silver and Yuu observing the dream
"I know this song! I think i caught father singing it a few times but he stopped as soon as he saw me"
"I heard Lilia singing it too while he walked around Ramshackle. It was a first time i saw him so...sad"
Silver and Yuu train of thoughts was broken by Sebek
"Master Lilia was right! What this woman is doing is completly inappropriate! Does she even know what action mean to bat fae?"
"She mentioned it was her first time treating a fae so she's probably not very in touch with their culture"
"Huh? What are you guys talking about"
Right. Yuu's a human too. They probably don't know the implications either
"For bat fae dancing and singing is a courting ritual. Father accpeting the dance offer pretty much agreed to be courted"
Yuu stared a them with wide eyes
"Hah! This human should feel honored"
Back to the dream
Its month of (y/n)s and Lilias daily dance sessions. The fae was now able to walk properly and felt as good as new. (Y/n) was amazed at his quick recovery, finally deciding to "discharge" him
And today was the day he finally left the cottage. He watched as (y/n) ran around the house like a chicken with its head cut off, gathering all the things she was going to give him on his trip back to the castle
"Here's your medicine! Remember to take it 2 times a day! Before breakfest and after dinner! If you fell like your leg is acting there's some pain meds in this pouch"
"(y/n)..."
"There's some food i prepared for journey. I made sure that it won't spoil for a long while. However just in case-"
"Oi, (y/n)!"
"Your clothes, spare bandages are in the green bag! You should be able to attach this water bottle to your belt but if you lose it there-"
Lilia grabbed her shoulder cutting her off and making her look at him in suprise. It was a first time he initiated any touch
"Did you just call me by my actual name?"
Lilia sighed ignoring her question
"I will be okay. Don't worry i will make sure your afforts won't be wasted"
(y/n) took a deep breath calming her rapid heartbeat
"Okay. Just remember. If you ever need a check up, you can count one me. I will try to fix this cottage up so you'll know where to find me"
She smiled walking him to the front door. It was dark outside. Lilia insisted that on going out late at night to decrease the risk of running into humans
"Human"
He turned his head towards you
"Despite my mistrust, i am indebted to you. If you need any favors just ask"
(y/n) huffed
"I already explained that i'm just doing my duty. I don't have anything to ask of you"
"I insist"
"But-"
"I insist"
"Ugh-fine then!"
Her cheeks flushed red while she thought about the right words to use for the request
"C-can we spend some time together sometimes? Not like patient and a doctor anymore but like....friends?"
Lilia looked at her with wide eyes. This was the last thing he was expecting. Human asking a fae war general to be their friend? To think he live enough to hear such a thing
He burst out laughing
Its been years since he laughted so genuinely. This preposterous request and this whole situation now looked like big joke
"REALLY?! When i tell you what i want you just laugh at me?! You know what forg-"
"Fine"
"Huh"
"I will see you again, human. You're amusing and proven to pose no threat"
Lilia leaned closer to her face, smirking
"Make sure to keep yourself alive untill i come back"
Another month gone by
(y/n) spent it travelling around possible battle scenes, looking for any victims that might need assistance.
She tried to fix up the cottage as well as she could with her limited recources. It still looked ran down but at least it wasn't leaking anymore. And it actually sheilded her from wind. Mostly
It was a peacefull spring evening. Its a busy season for her. Many herbs bloom and grow only during that time
She spent her whole day roaming around the forest gathering them. The sun slowly dissapearing behind horizon, its rays coating the forest in warm glow
As beautiful as it was she knew that she has to hurry home. During the night time fae were the most active
She heard rustling of bushes behind her. A shiver went up her spine. She slowly turned around
There was nothing there
She let out a nervous giggle
"Haha, i'm must be getting paranoid"
"Good evening, human"
A voice spoke next to her. She let out a yelp and jumped back. Just about when she was about to throw a rock at the offender she reconized the pair of familiar red eyes
Now hanging upside down from the tree
"HAVE YOU GONE MAD?! I WAS ABOUT TO BASH YOUR BRAINS IN WITH THAT ROCK?!"
"That pebble and your twig arms would have done nothing to me"
"Why you-"
She was about to berate him futher before she noticed. His legs were hooked around the branch
"For you to hang like this... It means your leg is doing great"
"Of course it is. I'm not as weak as your mortal brethren"
"Same as always, i see. I'm glad to have you kept your word. Come on, come on! I will brew us something delicous and nutritious"
As soon as they reached the house (y/n) got to work. Lilia shifted uncomfortably. He didn't know the exact reason but he felt nervous. Its been a while since he just hanged out with someone outside his work
"I-its umm. Looks like you did some renovations. I don't feel as much wind on my back as i used when i first stayed here"
"I'm glad you noticed! I was tired of being woken up by droplets of water dripping on my forhead. But its still not completly cold or wind proofed. I'm lucky its spring otherwise i would be freezing to death here"
She giggled making a joke of situation. Do all humans treat their fragility with such humor. For some reason he didnt find it as funny as she did.
"We talked enough about me when we met. What about you Lilia? How have you been doing?"
"The queen seemed to buy my lie about escaping after being caught by a opposing army. There should not be any more issues"
"That's great! What about the Maleanora? You seemed worried about her"
Lilia crossed his arms leaning against the chair
"I was. She is reckless and has quite the temper. I know she can handle herself very well but at the time you found me, she was carring her egg"
"Egg?"
The bat groaned, annoyed at her ignorance
"How you can stay so deep in Briar Valley's territory, yet know nothing about the royal family?"
She shrugged
"I try to keep a low profile. Information about Draconias is of no use for me"
"Let me help you be a little less ignorant then. The draconias are dragon faes meaning they hatch from eggs. The Princess recently had hers"
"Oh that wonderful news for the faes right? Their royal family is going to have heir"
"It may be but that's also more work for me. The Princess is easier to anger than ever"
She giggled, stirring the stew boiling in the pot
"Are you prehaps not good with dealing with woman? This way you're going stay unwed forever"
"I was not planing on having a family anyways. I'm way to busy and find children crying unbearable"
"Haha, i'm not the least suprised you feel that way"
"What about you? Are you not afraid that you're going to rot into forest moss before you find someone you can marry? You seem to hardly ever leave this forest"
"Hey! I found you so theres still hope right?"
Lilia felt his cheeks burn, he quickly avoided her gaze
"Me? As if! Fae and human marriage will never be officiated"
"I just meant that if i found you in this forest, it means there's a chance i can find another. You're interpreting my words wrong~"
She took up the opportunity to tease him. Enjoying the sight of scary general stumbling on his words
"You're the one making everything suggestive! I swear you play innocent but its all on purpose!"
"Oh the food is done"
Her attention shifted the stew. She took a big spoon, pouring them both a portion.
"Eat up~"
" ... thank you"
Lilia mubled and took a sip of stew. Taste of fresh mushrooms, potatoes and meat floading his mouth. Human cooking was diffrent from faes.
But it wasn't bad. Comforting. Not just the food but her presence. As much as he hated to admit it, she completly made him lower his guard
He felt like shedding his armor to bask in her presence like a cat in the sun. He knew its all temporary. The longer he will stay the more anguish it will bring him in the future
He knows it
He should turn back while he still can. Run away before the flame envelops him completly
But he didnt
#Spotify#twisted wonderland#twst lilia#twisted wonderland lilia#lilia imagines#lilia x reader#lilia headcanons#lilia vanrouge#twisted wonderland imagines#twst x reader
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So everyone’s been punching back for @somerandomdudelmao post. If you know, you know, and if you don’t where have you been? And I saw one of the reblog’s today of Casey and Donnie and it got the cogs in my brain running. So here is a potentially possible outcome for the future:
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Here’s the thing. Casey knew the fight was over. They had won and the Krang weren’t here anymore. Of course, the entire event hadn’t come without its own consequences. Most of downtown New York had been destroyed. People had been injured and people had died. The government had stepped in to take care of most of the tragedy. And the event itself made international news.
But Casey didn’t care about most of that. He wasn’t even sure what most of it meant, just the ramblings he heard from the family as they recovered. They hadn’t left the lair since that day. They couldn’t afford too. The city was in a state of panic, and all of them had sustained injuries, the worst of which being Leonardo.
He had been asleep for days. It was vital for recovery, Casey knew, but the whole thing made him incredibly nervous. Casey felt like a little kid again, sitting on a chair with his knees up to his chest, just watching him. Donatello rarely left Leo’s side either. His own injuries meant he needed attention, and with Leo out, he had the best medical expertise on the machines they’d hooked him up too. Casey often asked questions, which Donnie was eager to answer. That much was the same.
Casey had long since changed out of his resistance garb, being offered a variety of clothes from each of the boys. He never let go of his mask though. That was much too important to him. Gifts and reminders from all the people he loved most.
He was alone today. With Leo. Donatello had entrusted him with enough information for any sort of emergency. But it meant he was allowed to think. He fiddled with the mask in his hands, tracing the markings he had painted on and the scratches it had received out on the field. He let his legs fall into a cross-cross as he slipped the mask onto his face and turned it on. Uncle Tello had left many tidbits of information, recordings and plans for an eventual future where we had won. Not even in his wild imaginations could he have imagined that future in the past. And now there were a million things Casey wanted answered that weren’t saved on his Uncles little device. He had a favorite file, however. One he’d rewatched a million times before.
“Is it working?” He watched Uncle Tello tilt up the camera. Behind him were all the people he loved: Sensei Leonardo, Master Michelangelo, robotic Uncle Raph, Commander O’Niel, and himself.
“It may be older than us, but it still works,” Uncle Tello replied.
“The little red light is blinking right?” Master Michelangelo flew over, looking at the camera upside down with amazement. Uncle Tello pushed him outta the way.
“Despite its primitive nature, it seems to be completely intact. Nothing askew. It’s quite impressive. Great find, Casey Jones.”
Sensei scooped up the kid and ruffled his hair.
“There’s not much storage space left on the card, so we better make it short and sweet. How about a picture? For my archives.” Everybody gathered close together as the timer started counting down. “Everybody say: Genius Built Apparel rules!!”
The video stopped there. Paused on a picture of all of them together. Casey couldn’t help but let out a couple tears, hidden by the mask. It might have been the apocalypse, but it was familiar and comforting, and here, they had all been happy.
“Am I interrupting something?”
“Unc- Donatello!” Casey looked over, his view still obstructed by the photo paused on his screen. “No, no everything is fine, I was just-“ he pulled his mask off and wiped away whatever remnants of tears he had before he looked up at the turtle who had just entered the room. He didn’t have any of his tech on, using his wooden Bo staff to assist his walking, and his bandages had been covered by the presence of an oversized purple hoodie. Casey stared at him, “reliving old memories. Un- Donnie, are you feeling alright?” Casey stood up, panic ever present on the boys face.
Donnie just gave a perplexing look in response. “Are you?”
“I-“ The Krang are gone, Casey. This isn’t like when Uncle Tello got sick. This isn’t the same. There’s no way the Krang would’ve- could’ve. They couldn’t have. How would they? Tears fell down Casey’s face as he sat back down.
Donnie regretted asking the second he had. He wasn’t any good with this sort of stuff and he had clearly been crying before and now he was crying again. There was something on his mind. “I’ll go get Mikey-“
Casey grabbed Donnie’s hand, and his immediate response was to pull away, but he suppressed the urge when he felt how clammy Casey’s hands were, and how they shook just a little. “Uncle Tello, you- you aren’t going to die, are you?”
Donnie had never heard Casey call him that before. And he said it softly, and nervously, not even looking him in the eyes.
“You think a quarrel with an alien species is enough to get rid of me?”
Casey didn’t say anything. In fact what Donnie said didn’t seem to help the situation any at all. And Donnie was starting to put all the little pieces together. Something had happened to him in the future. Something not good.
“Casey, did something happen to me in the future? Did-“ he wasn’t sure if he should ask it but his curiosity took ahold of him, “did I die?”
Casey lurched forward and wrapped his arms around Donnie. Which was a surprising response, but all he needed to know the answer was yes. Despite how quickly it had happened, Casey was incredibly gentle about it. His hands still shook a little as he rested his head into Donnie’s chest.
Honestly, Donnie was a little upset by all this new information. He hadn’t survived the apocalypse, and he had been close to Casey Jones, who had to witness his death. He couldn’t imagine how crazy this entire week had been for Casey. Donnie still wasn’t sure what exactly caused this reaction from him, but slowly, he leaned down, grabbing around Casey’s back and hugging tightly.
Casey let out a breath and hugged tighter, absolutely collapsing, shaking incredibly and crying into Donnie’s favorite purple hoodie. Keep it together, the hoodie can always be washed. For once, Donnie didn’t need to wonder what to do, because this felt like enough. And no words needed to be said.
Only in Casey’s wildest dreams was he able to hug Uncle Tello again. He knew Donnie was never a big fan of physical affection but he’d always seemed to make an exception for him. Old or young, and for a minute it didn’t matter that this wasn’t the Donnie he knew. It didn’t matter that they were now the same age, or that Casey was actually taller. Or how he could feel Donnie loosening and trying to end it. No matter how long this moment was, it would never be long enough.
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Ahahaha. I don’t even know. Thanks for reading. Likes and Reblogs appreciated!!
#I dunno I’m literally making this up as I go#wabbystuffpost#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise donnie#rise casey#Donatello#casey jones Jr#ptsd#I mean surely that would bring up some memories#I have a hard time knowing when and how to stop so sorry if it ends up rub you#abruptly#honestly because life doesn’t ever stop and there are always moments in between it’s super hard to stop writing sometimes#I know what happens before and after this#but I just wanted to capture one moment#Donnie went to get his hoodie because he was cold#and he also brought in some food for Casey which he couldn’t see and didn’t notice#rise of the tmnt#cass apocalyptic series#Leo saved Donnie from the physical affection when he woke up just after this#I could prolly draw this#but sometimes it’s easier to write
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The Road to Recovery
An epilogue for The Devil Likes the Pirate Series
Tara Carpenter x Reader
Word Count: 3.2k
Summary: Is it worth the effort to repair your relationships, or should you just let your friends go?
Warnings: Talk about injuries, nothing super gory
A/N: The epilogue is here (finally)! I hope it wraps up the series nicely. Thank you all so much for reading <3
The road to recovery, as it’s often said to be, is going to be a long one. You are confined to your hospital bed for a minimum of two weeks, set to undergo observation and a multitude of x-rays until your body has recovered enough for a laparoscopy to ensure that your wounded organs have properly healed.
You internally groan when the nurse informs you of your long stay. The next two weeks are going to be extremely boring, especially because you've been instructed not to move unless you’re being visited by your physical therapist or it is absolutely necessary to do so.
If it’s not bad enough that you can’t move, as with every other hospital, your only form of entertainment is watching the crappy TV shows provided by the hospital’s very limited cable subscription.
As much as you want to grumble and complain, all the effort that it’s going to take for you to heal is worth it because it means that you’re still alive. If your traumatic near death experience has taught you anything, it’s that you have to be thankful for life and its hardships even when you are desperately wishing for things to be easier.
In an effort to uplift your mood, you switch on the TV, dig into a cup of jello, and carefully shift into a comfortable position.
***
The two cups of jello that you ate must’ve had the same effects on you as a Thanksgiving feast, because your eyes droop shut during the second episode of Property Brothers.
It’s darker when you awake, and after blinking away the sleep in your eyes, you notice that you have a visitor.
“Kirby?”
The FBI Agent turns her head in your direction with a grin, “Hey kid!”
You both take a second to scan the other’s injuries. There’s an array of bandages on her face and you can just barely make out the thick gauze hiding underneath her loose shirt.
Kirby’s lips curve into a frown at your pale and weak form, “He really did a number on you huh?”
You nod, “But the doctors say I’ll be okay.”
She shuffles over to stand right beside your bed, “I’m glad.”
There’s so much you want to say to Kirby that it takes a good few moments to gather your thoughts together. Ever since Tara told you that Kirby had survived, you haven’t stopped thinking about how grateful you are for the older woman. She trusted you when no one else did.
“Kirby, I- I really can’t even begin to say how much I appreciate you having my back. I don’t think I would be here if it weren’t for you.”
She shakes her head, “I only did what was right, no need to thank me.”
Tears prick your eyes, “But I do need to thank you. You didn’t even know me but you were still there for me. None of my friends can say the same.”
Kirby sighs and gently grabs your hand. “I’m sorry. Have you talked to any of them about it yet?”
A shakily exhale leaves your chest. Though you’d seen Tara a few times, the two of you still hadn’t talked things through. You were terrified that it would break the honeymoon phase you and she were living in if you approached the topic, so you refused to bring it up. You knew from Tara that Mindy had been released from the hospital, but the Meeks-Martin girl had still made no effort to come see you. You tried your best not to hold it against her, but deep down it made you even more sad to know she was avoiding you all together.
A few tears trail down your cheeks, “No. Mindy’s treating me like I’m the plague and I’m too scared to talk to Tara about it.”
The agent squeezes your hand in an attempt to bring you comfort. “Mindy will come around, to be honest I’m betting that she just feels really bad. And Tara, well, I’ve heard the way that girl talks about you. It’ll make both of you feel better to talk things through and get that extra weight off your chests.”
“You’re right,” your heart feels heavy in your chest. You’ve been doing your best to avoid thinking about your time spent treated like a suspect, the hurt that it brings you is too overwhelming when coupled with the burning stab wounds littered around your abdomen. But now that it’s been breached, you know your feelings are going to come flying out like the contents of Pandora’s Box.
“God Kirby, it just hurts so much to think that no one even gave me a chance. There was nothing I could say or do. How am I ever supposed to trust them again when they so clearly didn’t trust me?”
A deep frown stretches across Kirby’s face and she moves to carefully wrap her arms around your shoulders in a hug. “You don’t have to trust them. You don’t owe any of them a single thing.” She pulls back to get a better view of your face, “But, I know you still care about your friends even though they hurt you. Just talk to them, and after that, make them earn your trust back. Your relationships are damaged but with time, they’ll heal.”
“Okay,” you nod and lean back in the bed. “That sounds good, thank you Kirby.”
“Anytime. I’m here for you from here on out kid.”
***
Tara comes by two days later, with yet another bouquet of flowers. She’s accompanied by Sam, the older girl refusing to let Tara leave her side.
Under normal circumstances Tara would throw a fit but since they had almost died just last week, she lets her sister’s behavior slide.
The younger girl greets you with a kiss on the forehead and moves to replace the old flowers with the new ones. Sam offers you a smile and a wave before making her way towards the empty bed next to your own.
You scooch yourself over to make room for Tara on the bed with you. Your abdomen screams at you for the small movements, but feeling Tara’s warmth next to you will more than make up for it.
When she’s finished with the flowers, she slides into your bed. Her hands instantly start sweeping across your form, a new habit she picked up to reassure herself that you were still alive and breathing. You melt into the contact, occasionally humming in content.
You let yourself enjoy the peace for a moment. It’s nice being cared for by Tara, letting her fiddle with your blankets and your hair as she quietly fusses over you.
But as much as you want to continue living in this heaven with her, the gnaw of leftover hurt and dejection in your chest has grown incessant since your talk with Kirby. You’ve been avoiding rehashing the nightmarish events with Tara because you’re terrified to lose her again, like you have every other time the two of you have had emotional talks.
Hesitantly, you grab one of her hands to stop its movement and draw her attention to you. Those big brown eyes of hers immediately look up at you, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly. The sight of her has you nervous and bumbling. Whatever you were going to say to approach the topic is stuck in your throat in favor of admiring her.
She tilts her head cutely and entangles the fingers of her trapped hand in yours. “Is everything okay?”
You close your eyes for a second and take a deep breath. When you reopen them, Tara’s eyes are filled with concern.
You swallow thickly, “We um,” you pause briefly, working up the courage, “We need to talk Tara.”
She freezes for a second but quickly finds herself again, “Okay. Yeah, yeah we can talk.”
Sam slides out of her place on the other bed swiftly. She squeezes Tara's uninjured shoulder as she passes by, “I’ll be just outside if you need me.”
The younger Carpenter nods to her sister in thanks. Sam sees the apprehension in Tara’s eyes and offers the girl a small reassuring smile.
The tension in the room increases when the door closes behind Sam. You and Tara blink at each other for a few long seconds.
You shift your gaze to your waist and pick at the thin scratchy blanket. When you start worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, Tara reaches up with her free hand to cup your check.
“Hey, it’s okay, you can talk to me.”
You look up to meet her eyes and see nothing but care and reassurance. It gives you the push you need to open up to her. “Well, I wanted to talk about everything from last week, and uh, how it made me feel.”
Her eyes widen a bit but she nods quickly, “Okay. I’m listening, go ahead.”
“When I saw you in the police station, god I felt so betrayed Tara. I know that since I was the only one who hadn’t stayed over it made me look bad, but no one even gave me a chance to explain myself. I get why you might’ve given them my name, but it still hurt to know it was you because it meant that you didn’t trust me enough to talk to me yourself.”
Her eyes shine with unshed tears and she slowly trails her thumb down your cheek, “I’m so sorry, about that and about everything. Me and Sam were just so scared and shaken up, and Detective Bailey was asking for everyone’s alibis, and Sam mentioned that you hadn’t stayed over. I tried to tell her not to, but she had to tell him. He was the one who decided to bring you in for questioning, not either of us. I know that doesn’t make anything better, but maybe it helps you to know.”
It did make you feel slightly better. It’s not like she threw him your name and told him to question you. “It does help. When I got to the park, I just felt so judged and alone, like I was some sort of outsider. And then Mindy said all that stuff and it just broke me. It upset me so much that she called me out like that and turned everything I told her in private into a stupid motive.”
The memory of Mindy’s words is particularly painful for you to relive. You’d never felt so exposed and let down. Quietly, a few tears begin to slip down your face.
Tara’s bottom lip trembles with the effort it takes to hold back her own tears, “I hate that we made you feel like that. We’re your friends and that’s never how you should feel around us. And Mindy, god, I was so mad at her for what she said to you. I tried to chase after you when you left but Sam wouldn’t let me.”
The timid look that you give her nearly breaks her heart. “You did?”
A tear escapes her eyes, “Yeah. I didn’t want you to be alone, not when you looked so upset.”
“I was so scared that you were going to hate me, or reject me, and that you thought I was the killer. I had to get away.”
“I could never hate you. And I wouldn’t have rejected you, I really really like you. When I told you I only wanted to be friends, it’s because everything that happened with Amber hurt me so much. I was scared that I could get hurt again, so I pushed my feelings away. And that pushed you away, and I’m so fucking sorry. All the Ghostface stuff happened so fast, and I never got a chance to apologize or to explain myself.”
You’re both crying now. You tug Tara closer to you and she positions herself so her head lays on your shoulder, moving carefully so as not to jostle you or lay on top of any wires.
She looks up at you from her position, “I didn’t think it was you, Y/N. I was just trying to be cautious about trusting anyone. The only person I was sure it wasn’t was Sam. When Wayne had you, I hesitated because of everything Ethan and Quinn were saying. And I was so, so scared that all the Amber stuff was happening again, but I believed what you said. You’re nothing like Amber, you wouldn’t have done something like that. I’m sorry it took me that long to be sure of it.”
You wrap your free arm around her waist and bury your teary face in her hair. You feel infinitely lighter having gotten your feelings out into the open. Part of you has healed from hearing things from her perspective.
“It makes me feel so much better knowing all of that, thank you Tara.”
“Of course, I’m sorry about how I made you feel.” She looks down at your wrapped abdomen, “And I hate that you got so hurt because of me.”
You tighten your grip on her, “It’s okay.” Then, a bit playfully you add, “And don’t blame yourself, it wasn’t you who stabbed me 17 different times.”
She lifts her head and slaps your shoulder lightly, gasping. “Stop that you know what I mean.”
You laugh heartily and Tara swears she could stay here with you forever. She traces her eyes along your features and finds herself in awe of your soft beauty, as she is everytime she looks at you.
Her hand reaches up to cup your chin and her fingers splay out across your jaw. You’re utterly lovestruck as you stare into her pretty eyes.
She leans forward and gently captures your lips with hers, sighing softly into the kiss. When she pulls back, she smiles sweetly up at you.
“I feel the same way, you know. I really love you too.”
***
Tara, and by extension Sam, visit you practically everyday after that. The younger sister brings her laptop with her so that you three actually have a good selection of movies to watch.
One night after Tara fell asleep, tucked into your side, Sam offered you an apology too. You forgave her immediately, though she hadn’t really done anything other than be her usual protective self, you appreciate the sentiment all the same.
It’s a quiet day when Mindy finally walks into your room. Sam had to sort out some work stuff, so the two sisters would be heading over a bit later.
“Hey,” she offers shyly.
“Hi Mindy.”
“Is it okay if I come in and sit?”
“Of course yeah, sit anywhere you like.”
Seeing her here is shocking, but not unwelcome. Tara had informed you that she was trying to convince Mindy to come visit you so that she and you could talk. According to Tara, the short-haired girl was entirely sure that you hated her and would never want to speak to her again.
Mindy shifts around a little and her leg hasn’t stopped bouncing since she’s sat down.
Deciding to reprieve her from her fidgeting, you give her a small smile. “I don’t hate you Mindy.”
Her eyes are wide and they snap up to meet yours, “You don’t?”
“I don’t.”
She breathes out a sigh of relief, but still looks a little apprehensive. “I’m surprised you don’t. I would hate me if I were you.
You had thought long and hard about how you felt about Mindy, and while you were deeply hurt by her words, you could never bring yourself to hate her. You considered her your best friend for a brief moment in time and she was the only person that was there to comfort and support you when you were wallowing in your feelings for Tara.
“I thought about hating you, but I really care about you, Mins. I know that you feel some pressure to follow in your uncle’s footsteps. I just wish that you listened to me, and that you didn’t go so deep on the motive stuff.”
She cringes at the reminder, “I feel, so so stupid about that.” Her hands come up to cover her face for a moment as she groans. “I’m sorry, it was extremely shitty of me.”
“It was pretty shitty of you,” you chuckle, “but it’s okay. I’d probably be more mad if things didn’t end up working out between me and Tara.”
She smiles, “I’m happy for you both.” Her face turns more serious and she leans forward to softly place her hand on your thigh. “Genuinely though, I feel terrible. I was just so sure it was you and I guess it kind of scared me. I’m sorry, I know that’s no excuse. Is there any way I can make it up to you?”
You ponder it for a minute. Bingo. Your face twists into a smirk, “I have an idea.”
***
It’s a few hours later when Sam and Tara arrive. They’re wrapped up in a conversation as they enter, so they don’t notice the current state of your room.
Sam notices first, “What the-”
“Surprise!” you cheer.
Your hospital room has been completely rearranged. The two beds have been pushed together to form a makeshift couch, and the chairs are positioned beside each bed. Fairy lights have been strung around the room and a white sheet hangs across from the sitting area, placed perfectly in the center.
You, Mindy, and Chad (who’d been wheeled in by his sister) grin at the dumbfounded Carpenter sisters.
Sam, ever the mom of the group, raises a singular eyebrow, “What did you three do?”
Your smile stretches even wider. “We’re recreating movie night! Hope you Carpenters don’t mind not hosting for once.”
Sam rolls her eyes good naturedly at your comment.
Tara walks over and hops up on the bed next to you. You greet her with a kiss to her cheek and she beams at you, pleased. “Baby this is such a nice surprise. But how’d you manage to put all this together?”
You share a secret little glance with Mindy, “I called in a favor from a friend.”
After a good few minutes of cheerful banter, the group settles in to watch the movie. You and Tara are pressed so close together that she’s practically sitting on your lap.
After a week full of misery, things finally feel right. Your wounds are steadily repairing themselves and your relationships have been mended. Slowly but surely, you are healing.
Tara, the girl who started it all, who stole your heart away with her teasing smiles alone, leans over to whisper in your ear, “When you’re finally out of this hospital, I’m taking you on a date. Just me and you.”
Your eyes shine with the same love that you see reflected in hers. “I’d love nothing more.”
“It’s a date.” She kisses you chastly and quickly pulls back. Her hand reaches towards your face and when she boops your nose softly, you know you’ll be in love with Tara Carpenter for the rest of your life.
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The last episode, oh my...
Come the idea of something fluff of Joel saying the "oh, baby girl" to reader. Idk, perhaps she had a nightmare or she's recovering from an injury. Whatever you want write, thanks Bee.
AN | This got a little away from me, but I think you’ll find some good angst and fluff 🥰
Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Warnings | Language, Injury [reader has a broken arm]
Word Count | 2.3k
Masterlist | Joel, Main
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You hated this. It was stupid and pointless and you weren't even that hurt.
There was no need for a cast. Especially not on your arm. Your entire arm. Ugh.
You tried to climb up the counter to grab the cocoa powder from the top shelf but you fell short. You couldn't get yourself up the counter with one arm.
"This is so stupid," you groaned to yourself. Maybe there was a step ladder or something nearby. You didn't recall ever seeing one but it was worth a look. With a heavy sigh you walked around the house to look for anything to help.
It was Joel's fault really; he was the one that insisted you go to one of Jackson’s few doctors. It was that same doctor that pronounced your arm broken in three different places. And then unilaterally decided to put you in a cast. It wasn't like you could have said no; Joel wouldn't have allowed you to leave without a cast. He was so overprotective sometimes - it was a blessing and a curse.
After you walked around the house and came up empty, you walked back into the kitchen with a huff. You still wanted your brownies and you were going to make them, come hell or high water.
You grabbed a kitchen chair and pulled it up to the counter. It was much easier to climb onto the counter with the chair and once you were almost eye level with the powder you reached for it.
But - but - life couldn't make things that easy after all. You felt the chair start to wobble before you lost your footing and started to fall off. You mentally prepared to collide with the cold kitchen tile….but the crash never came.
Instead you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist and then you were pulled into a warm wall. After a moment of panic, you realized what had happened and relaxed.
"Joel," you leaned into him and felt his long exhale before he hung his head and rested it on your shoulder.
"What the hell were you doing, huh?" There was a mixture of annoyance and panic lacing his voice, "what were you thinking?"
"I was just trying to get the cocoa powder do I could make brownies," you shrugged casually, trying to keep this situation from getting worse, "its not a big deal…?"
"No big deal?" He turned you around so you were facing him and you didn't like the look you found. You knew that he was about to turn this into a lecture, "you almost fell. You could have hurt yourself!"
"And what?" With a wince you lifted up your casted arm, "get another one of these? At this point I don't even care. I can't - I hate this. It's so hard to do anything with one arm, one hand. I hate depending on you or Ellie for everything!"
"Honey-"
"It's so frustrating," you threw up your free hand in exasperation, "I know you don't get - but if you were in my place you would be like this too. I just…ugh."
"Oh baby girl," his hands tenderly cradled your face as you looked up at him with big, soft doe eyes. Despite your best efforts, a few big, fat tears streamed down your face. He gently brushed them away with his thumb, "I know it's hard. That it is frustrating."
"It's your fault I have to deal with this," you tried to be stern with him. Everything he did, he did for you and Ellie. Everything he did, he did with love. If he hadn't cared, he would never have forced you to go to the doctor, "this could have been easily prevented!"
"If you hadn't been so clumsy and fallen off your horse, then yes, it could have been prevented," you couldn't even pretend to be mad at him. He was right after all, "but here we are. And all I can do now is take care of you."
"You don't hate me?" your voice cracked as you looked away, staring at your feet. And he laughed - a warm, affectionate chuckle that went straight to your heart, "don't laugh at me, Joel Miller."
"I'm not laughing at you," he promised, peppering a few kisses to your cheeks, "with you. Always with you, baby. Why would I ever hate you?"
"Because I'm a big baby," you huffed, "something happened, something that realistically is not that big, and yet I can't even handle. I've gotten soft!"
"I like you soft," he whispered, "it means you're not fighting all the time. It means you're safe and comfortable. That's what you deserve. If the worst fear you have is getting a broken arm, and that means what we're doing is right, it means we're okay. I want you to be able to be soft all the time."
"Oh," yeah. His words felt like a gut punch in all the best ways, "oh."
"Oh," he repeated with a soft smile. He brushed his knuckles over your cheek, "you know I love you right."
"Yeah," you nodded, "I know. I love you, Joel."
He made a soft noise before moving to the cabinet and easily grabbing the powder you'd been reaching. He set it down on the counter before turning back to you.
"Better?" You looked between him and can before nodding.
"Much," you promised, "so much better."
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Joel was out on patrol and you were lying in bed, unable to sleep. A million thoughts were swirling through your mind as usual and all you could do was stare up at the ceiling.
But then, as if he could somehow read your mind, Joel walked into the bedroom, slowly closing the door behind him. You sat up, unable to keep yourself from beaming at him. Before he could say or do anything, you jumped off the bed and ran over to him, throwing yourself into his arms.
As soon as he wrapped his arms around you, he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. You pulled back and leaned up to press a kiss to his lips, "hi."
"Hi," he kissed you back, "everything alright, baby?"
"Yes," you promised, reaching for his hand and pulling him to the bed, "everything's fine, love. I just missed you 's all."
"I do believe that," he hummed in content as he watched you lie down, "but I also know there's something else on your mind. You're easy to read."
"I am not!" An indignant huff escaped your lips, "'m not easy."
"First of all, I said easy to read, not easy," he put a finger under your chin and turned your face up to his, "and secondly - you are easy to read to me."
"Fine," a small smile tugged up the corners of your mouth, "do you always have to be right."
"Only when it's necessary," he leaned in and kissed you softly, "now come on, tell me what's wrong."
You paused for a moment before sighing lightly and waving your hand around, "its just that…I've been thinking."
"Uh oh," he teased, you dramatically rolled your eyes, "come on honey girl, tell me what's on your mind."
"The other day you mentioned I'd gotten soft," you took his hand and started tracing the tip of your finger along the lines of his palm, "and it had me thinking about that."
"Oh?"
"At first I was annoyed and mad," you marveled at how much larger his hand was than yours, "not at you, more myself. It made me feel like I failed myself somehow. Like I'd forgotten everything and how to handle myself. Like if we went back out there I wouldn't be able to fend for myself."
"You know that's not true," he flipped your hand over and repeated the gesture on you, "you'll be able to handle anything that's thrown at you. Except a horse apparently-"
"Joel!"
"Sorry - anything," he grinned; you hated how easily he managed to charm you sometimes, "you're not suddenly goin' to forget how to take care of yourself. I promise."
"I hope not," you sighed heavily, "but the thing is…I don't hate it."
"Being soft?"
"Mhmm," You stole a quick peek at him and saw that his face was pointedly neutral, "I like being here. I like our lives here. Like how normal it feels, almost feels like nothing is wrong out in the world. We can be a normal family here…and I don't really want to lose that."
"Okay," it was infuriating how hard he could be to read. Unlike you apparently, "you want to stay?"
"Umm…yeah," you confessed quietly, face warming up, "I want to stay here with you and our daughter and whatever other family we might have in the future. I like it here and it feels like home and I never thought I'd say that again."
"It does," he settled against the headboard and put his warm hands on your hips as he pulled you on top of him. His lap was one of your favorite places to be, "it does feel like home."
"And what are your thoughts, love?" You grew nervous as you put your hand on his chest, right above his heart where you could feel it beating steadily.
"I agree."
"With?" You groaned softly, "you're killing me here!"
"I like being at home with you every night," his voice was wistful, soft, "I like knowing you're safe, that Ellie is safe…"
"Why do I feel like there's a but coming?" Tears were welling up at the back of your eyes as you looked away. He was silent for a moment too long, "Joel?"
"But I don't know if I can stay here," and there it was. The big blow you had an inkling was coming but still managed to feel like a punch to the face.
"Well then I-I can't stay here either," you pouted at him and the man exhaled slowly, "wherever you go, I go. That's the deal. I'm not….you're not leaving me behind. No one gets left behind. You promised me."
"Baby…" he scrubbed his hand over his tired face. He squeezed your hip gently, "I always said I was going to keep you safe. Keeping you here will keep you safe. So."
"That's such bullshit," if he was even going to think about leaving you behind you were going to give him a hard time, "I'm safe with you. And so is Ellie - our kid. I'm not letting you leave me and I'm not leaving you."
"I don't…it's not that I don't want to stay," he tapped his fingers gently along your jaw, "I…I don't know if I deserve to stay."
"W-what do you mean?" Your entire heart dropped into your stomach as you watched his face grow hard, “Joel?”
He remained silent for a few moments, the quiet between the two of you hard and disconcerting, “Joel.”
“You deserve to be safe and happy,” he put his hand on your face before brushing your hair out of your face, “you deserve to be here.”
“And don’t you deserve the same?” judging by the look on his face, he did not think that’s what he deserved at all. He offered you the slightest shake of his head, “why? Tell me why.”
“I am not a good man,” was all he said. You scoffed in response, “the shit I’ve done and I’ve caused to happen is exactly my definition of good. Someone like you….you are good.”
“What about all the good things you’ve done?” you gestured to your arm in the cast, “and all the bad things I’ve done? The things we’ve done are things we needed to do in order to survive. There’s no way around that. All these other people - they’ve all done things and none of them deserve anything else. Your heart is good.”
He looked like a puppy as his soft brown eyes met yours. You could tell that this was hard for him to hear; that this was something he needed to hear, “how do you know that?”
“Because I know you, Joel Miller,” you gave him the sweetest of smiles as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, lost for words, “and I know that you are a good man. The things that you did that you think make you so bad? You’d never have done those things now. Circumstances happen and things change. But underneath it all, you have a big heart and give a lot of love to everyone else.”
“I-”
“And you should let us return that love,” and oh. Your words hit him like a freight and his eyes grew wet with tears, “it’s okay to be loved and to let people in. Especially now. If you think Ellie and I deserve to be here, so do you.”
“Okay,” you brushed away the tears that had rolled down his cheek with your good hand before blessing his skin with the touch of your lips.
“And if you want to leave or even think about leaving or trying to sneak off - I’m coming with you. I, Joel Miller, am with you till the end of the line,” he wrapped his arms around you in a warm hug before you even realized what was happening. But you wasted no time in melting into his touch, “I love you.”
“I know,” he whispered in your ear, “I feel the same. Terribly.”
And you did; you knew it was hard for him to say the words and never expected him to. Everything would come in due time. You pressed your forehead against his, “will you at least think about it? Staying here?”
“I already know what I want,” he insisted, “you. Ellie. Here - a stable home with my family.”
“Me too,” you beamed back at him, “you and Ellie and our home.”
“Home.”
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aprilluc day 9: vampire
warnings: blood, blood drinking, established relationship, gender neutral reader, reader takes their shirt off (there are no sexual themes), if i’ve missed anything let me know
a/n: sooo another short one, sorry. i didn’t even remember i was supposed to do this until 8pm 😭 so i apologize if this feels rushed (cuz it kind of is…) the next day is cowboy, but idk if i’ll do it. i’ll surprise you with the next one i guess
admittedly, dating a vampire had it’s ups and downs.
nearly passing out from blood loss when allowing him to get his fix? not the best. but having been with you for a few years at this point, he knew just the right point to stop. not that it made it any easier, however you felt it was only fair to give something back in return for everything he has done for you.
now, it’d been a week or two since he last fed off of you. he’d always give you time to recover before his next meal from you. it helped him learn self control, but if he couldn’t help himself, he would have to go hunting. only small animals, such as rabbits or sometimes foxes.
it would be some time in the afternoon, giving your blood time to reach its regular flow rate. he’d always ‘initiate’ the same way.
“honey,” diluc says softly, his calloused yet gentle fingers brushing against your shoulder. “how are you feeling?”
“i’m okay. are you hungry?” you stand up from your seat at the dining table, turning your body to face him.
“yes, if you’re ready.” his hand remains in the same area on your shoulder, then slowly dragging his fingertips to the place on your neck with several scars from previous feedings. “here, or your wrist? whichever you’re feeling today.”
you ponder over it for a few seconds before deciding. “my neck is fine. here,” you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and tilting your head to the side.
it was a simple routine now. diluc almost chuckled at how that had come about. the first few times he fed off of you it felt so awkward and unusual, and it was almost a beautiful thing how the strange became normal for you two.
“tell me when you need me to stop if i go too far, love.” he reminds you as he always does, as if you’d forgotten.
with that final warning, diluc places one hand on your bicep and the other on the side of your head before slowly sinking his teeth into your neck. you grunt at the initial pain, but having done this so many times, you learned how to deal with it. once diluc hears you take your usual few breaths to calm yourself, he begins to siphon the garnet coloured liquid from your veins and into his mouth.
as per usual, you felt the odd few droplets drip and leak down your shoulder, onto your back and chest, some even down your arm. diluc hated how messy he made you when he did this. not only did he have the guilt of literally draining the life from you, but also getting your beautiful body dirty. he would always take the time to clean you up after, though. but it wasn’t as if you would get angry with him for it anyway, you knew he needed sustenance, which was why you offered it in the first place when you first found out he was a vampire.
once you began to feel dizzy, you weakly tapped diluc’s arm with a gentle call of his name. he stops immediately, carefully pulling his fangs away from your neck as to not tear your skin any further. he cleans the remaining blood with his tongue, reaching into his chest pocket for a handkerchief that he’d use to apply pressure onto your still bleeding wound. he would always fix you up afterward, usually allowing you to eat something while he worked on your injury so you wouldn’t pass out on him.
“are you alright? i apologize, i think i dragged that one out a bit too long.” it was hard to take diluc seriously when his mouth and chin were covered in blood. it made him look like a child with a messy eating problem.
“it’s okay. i’ll be alright. just need to sit down.” your words are slightly slurred, nearly sounding as if you were drunk.
diluc helps you sit back down onto the chair you’d previously been in, still firmly holding his handkerchief to your bleeding neck.
“thank you, my love. i truly do appreciate that you do this for me so often.” there is pure love in his eyes as he says this to you. that look never changed whenever he would thank you for nourishing him. it was always the exact same look of pure adoration in his fiery eyes.
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'MY GIRL' - SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY X F!141!READER [002]
[Part One]
Content tags: mentions of torture and specific injury, brief allusion to SA. Petnames are love, my girl. Simon takes care of you while you recover from your injuries, and price outlines your medical leave.
The room you'd woken up in was very bright, too bright for how groggy you were. The strangely clinical scent indicative of a hospital setting still sept through for a makeshift ward on a military base.
In through the dirty windows shone the bright desert sun, beckoning you into its warmth. The faint sounds of birdsong bled into your subconscious, gently coaxing you from your the depths of your rest.
Opening your eyes fully was a challenge; but a soldier of your caliber had done far worse. The ward was decently put together, curtain dividers between the beds, everything cleaned as best it could be, with multiple metal trolleys full of medical equipment. As you came to, the first things you felt were your hands. An IV line through one, the small puncture and bruise familiar to you, and a soft pressure on the other one. A hand. Looking around your bedside, you saw to your right, a high table, with a small plastic cup of water. To your left, in a metal chair not too dissimilar to the one you'd been held in, sat Simon. Your Simon.
He wasn't looking at you, or even in your direction. He was reading something, a collection of papers held together with a staple in the corner. It could've been an incident report, you couldn't read it properly. He had a hand resting on yours, a small show of affection, a sign of allegiance. He wasn't going anywhere, and neither were you. His mask was in his lap, and you could see the distinct lines of scarring on the side of his cheek. He moved the hand away from yours, reaching down to the floor and picking up a file that was thick with documents.
You coughed, not entirely sure if it had been involuntary or a momentary plea to get Simon's attention. Either way, he turned around. His face softened once he saw you, those wonderful brown eyes holding more emotion alone than you'd ever see in his whole face. The suprise only lasted for a moment, and was replaced with a look of longing, of protection. He stood up from his seat, going over to the table at your side. "Have some water, I'll help you up."
He gently held you, his tattooed arm around your back as he used the other to move the rocky pillows to better prop you up. He set you down slowly, knowing to be gentle where the wire had dug into your back and chest. The high metal frame of the medical cot was less than comfortable against your head, but the payoff of being able to finally have a drink of water without it spilling all over your face, was too good.
"Thank you," your voice was still scratchy, "I forgot how nice water could be."
He didn't say anything in response, but made a face that was similar to 'it's nothing.'
"Are you okay?" You asked as you looked at him, noticing the pain behind his eyes.
"I'm the least of your worries right now, Love." He took the chair, and moved it to your right side so he was facing you. It was easier to look to your right than your left, as the forceful grabs of your neck and chin to get your attention had left bad bruising around your neck and face. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit." You huffed out an attempt at a laugh, only resulting in another cough. "Feels like I got held captive."
He rolled his eyes with a small, almost unnoticeable smile. "Yeah you would do, given that's what happened."
"Did you-" you started, unsure of how to finish what you needed to say.
"We took out 11 of the 13 that were in the building. One got taken in successfully, the other one stole a gun and shot himself in transit." He couldn't make eye contact with you, talking about the people who tortured you. It felt like he failed you, for it to have even happened in the first place. "He's being held on base but apparently he won't budge. Only said two words to the captain since they took him."
"Which were?" You asked, intrigued.
"Get fucked." He answered, "It won't be long until he talks though." He said, looking at the floor. He knew you wanted to know what happened, between the drugging and falling unconscious, you only had fleeting glimpses of what transpired, memories you'd pay a handsome sum to get rid of. "You in pain?" He asked, looking at you with his elbows on his knees, his gloved hands hovering together.
"A bit. Still kinda groggy more than anything." You replied, watching his quiet concern at the husk in your voice. "Si, I'm fine."
"You're not, you don't have to pretend you are." He stood up, looking through one of the medical trolleys for a painkiller. "We can't get you the good stuff without a medic on board. You good with these?" He pulled out a small cardboard box of blister packs. They'd be weak as shit but it'd keep you going for a bit longer. It was more of a statement than a question. Simon was going to do everything he could for you. It broke his heart seeing you in such a bad way. You were off-colour from the medication, and the lacerations and bruising up and down your body he'd seen when you were being treated initially almost made him throw up with the memories it invoked.
"Thanks." You took the painkillers, eagerly awaiting their effectiveness as each waking moment drew the fog further away and brought the sensations back to your body. "You been alright while I've been out?"
He almost snorted as he wrote down a new entry on your medication papers.
"Almost got a smile off you." You smiled at him, looking at the scars around his mouth. "I know you've been fine."
"I wouldn't say fine. Been in here most of my free time, looking after my girl." He looked at you, kindness in his eyes. "Been hard to focus knowing you're in here."
You melted at the fond term. His girl.
"Not that you really needed looking after though," He tipped back in his chair, arms crossed against his chest. "You're tough as nails. You're used to this shit."
"Nobody gets used to being tortured though." You winced at the feeling of your heavily injured lower legs dragging against the bed as you moved to sit up further. The scabs had started to form, and god were they itching. They'd put your right leg in a splint, as well as 3 of the fingers on your left hand. Instead of ripping out nails, they broke fingers. Instead of gouging your eyes, they burnt, cut and broke your legs. Your back and chest ached something fierce, and there was a strange feeling in your insides. Your throat felt raw and bruised, you knew why, and it broke you.
"That's for sure." Simon sighed, almost feeling his ribs shift as he moved. "I'm sorry this happened, love."
"I'll be alright." You said matter-of-factly, there was no point throwing your toys out of the pram over something that was in the past. All you could do now, was get better and move along. "I didn't get into this team if I couldn't take a beating."
"L/N." You heard a voice call for you as the door to the ward opened.
Captain Price approached your bed, nodding in acknowledgement to ghost at your bedside. "He been taking care of you, has he? Must've been really playing doctor to forget the strict orders to inform me should you have woken up."
"Sorry sir."
"L/N... Good to see you awake. Been waiting with baited breath to see how you were." The captain stood infront of your bed with his arms crossed over his tac vest. You could smell the remnants of a recent smoke on him.
"All good here, Captain." You spoke to him in the usual respectful manner. Not too much to be an asslicker, not so little that it would seem insubordinate. "When am I out of here?"
"Nice enthusiasm, Y/N, however," He saved first-name-basis for his most valued soldiers. You were no exception. "Pending a doctor's review, you'll be on a flight home by tomorrow morning for medical leave."
"Sir, please," your heart sank. After all of this; you had to go home alone. Home to your shitty one bedroom in the middle of a grey town, and leave Simon. Leave him in the middle of nowhere. You wanted him. You needed his company, "I'm fine really, I can stay here and fight-"
"No you bloody well can't." Price's tone grew stern, like a father telling off his teenager for sneaking out. "You'll listen to your superiors, and take your medical leave."
"Yes sir." You conceded.
"If you go to physio, as well as therapy, see your doctors and look after yourself, you'll be back in seven months." Price said, gentler than before. "It's not long. Might even be sooner. You can't be on active duty in a condition like that, much less on 141."
"Understood, Captain." Your voice was almost blank as you settled into the idea of seven months off. Seven months would feel like a lifetime.
"I'll look forward to having you back, F/N L/N. Recover well, soldier." Price handed you the papers that arranged and outlined your leave, along with a pen. "You know where to sign. Leave it here. The doctors will pick it up and file it properly."
You hadn't even realised that the captain had left you both, when Simon leaned over and planted a small kiss to your forehead. "I'll file for leave. I never use mine anyway. I'll be a few weeks behind you, and I'll only really get a week off, but it will work."
"You don't have to do that."
"I don't know what else I'd end up doing. I want to be with you. Make sure my girl's okay. Do your shopping and make you food. Take you to a few appointments, that kind of thing." Simon sighed as he looked at you. "We can talk about it properly when you're ready, love."
"I love you." You mumbled.
"You'll be okay." Simon Riley's awkward and afraid version of 'I love you too.'
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If it's okay, can you have a trans male reader who needs help with changing the bandages after top surgery? And/or needing help. Since you can't lift you're arms up, or you'll rip out stitches
Its fine if you don't wanna do this request, I just thought it'd be wholesome in stuff
Coarse Hands Morph to Soft
Pairing: Mai'tuiudh (male Yautja) x FTM!Reader
Word Count: 2145
Summary: After your surgery, your movements are restricted. Even putting on a shirt is more difficult than it should be. Mai'tuiudh is here, at your side, to be your arms. He's there for you, through thick and thin.
Author Note: I want to state that Mai isn’t being transphobic or anything of the sort. I hope that I nudged towards his thought process enough. He just doesn’t understand. His mind works on the prey/predator/hunter lifestyle. A wound weakens you, makes you stick out and easy food. So he doesn’t understand why purposely hurt yourself to become more like prey. I do like to make my art semi-realistic.
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At first after the surgery, your mate was both confused and concerned about the whole ordeal. Mai’tuiudh didn’t know how to think about the fact you willingly changed your body. It puzzled him and his hunter brain. Why alter your body, putting yourself at risk for injury and infection? This made you look weak, something a predator would take advantage of.
Altering your body in this extent wasn’t part of his culture or society. When you had told them what type of surgery was happening, he freaked out and fretted over you. But you had sat him down and explained everything completely to him. He knew you preferred to be called by masculine pronouns. It only took him a couple of days to rewire his brain to do that. He still loved you nevertheless.
His concern wasn’t the fact you weren’t wanting to look feminine anymore. But now you’ve come home, weak, shaking, seeming drunk on Cn’tlip. Your friend leaving you to his caring hands for however long it’ll take for you to recover.
That first day, you slept off the drugs lingering in your system. You awoke to find Mai sitting on the end of the bed. A tablet in his hands, back bent at what had to an uncomfortable position. He thumbed the screen, scrolling through the words appearing.
You raised a fist to rub at your eyes but immediately hissed at the pain stinging. A reminder of what you did yesterday. Despite the pain, you smiled, eyes closed with content. It finally had been done.
It taken years of fighting, arguing, and dismissals to find the right doctor who ask if you wanted to this once. Then boom, a date was scheduled, and the surgery was completed.
The bed groaned under the shift of weight. Mai moved to sit at your side, hands cupping your cheeks. “Are you okay?” he questioned. Your eyes slowly peeled open to find your mate hovering over you. His burnt orange eyes were sealed on your face. They flicker between your own orbs. You laughed softly and lifted a palm to hold his lower mandible.
Yet, he sat to far up to reach. Unfortunately. Oh, how would you ever survive without him. “Yes, Mai. I’m alright. Not used to my limited motion now,” you explained and turned your head enough to lay a kiss on his palm. The Yautja’s shoulders sagged. He leaned down to pressed his forehead against yours.
Mai’tuiudh stayed there much longer than necessary but neither of you were complaining. His warmth left once he sat back up. You go to make the same move, albert slower and less delicate. A massive hand was place on your upper sternum. “Stay. I be back,” Mai demanded firmly before slipping off of the bed.
Amused about this new, different side you’ve never seen from Mai, you waited under the sheet for the Yautja to return. His years as hunter silenced his steps despite weight twice your own. He moved about the apartment, just showing up when he passed the open bedroom door. Just a flash of his navy blue skin.
In a reasonable time, Mai returned, arms full of supplies. Stuff that hadn’t been in your apartment before. An accusing look was thrown at the bad blood but he brushed it off.
The items were set at the foot of the bed. He shuffled through them. A water bottle was set on the nightstand next to you. “I’ve been up night, scanning information about… this. You need rest. No moving arms. Can’t shower. Bandages must stay clean. Nausea is possible. Have fizzle… drank and dry, crunchy squares. Those help,” he spewed out and motioned to everything he’s gathered while you slept.
Even though you knew he stole these things, your heart warmed at his determination. Your eyes sparkled while looking up at him. “Mai, I, I can’t say thank you enough.” His acceptance despite not understanding everything mentally was soul-stirring. Your eyes began to water. He stayed up to research the care needed after your surgery. He wanted to help you, protect you.
A grunt sounded from the blue Yautja. His head shook side to side. “No thanks. My mate needs me, I be there for him.” Your arms moved within their limited space towards him. Mai understood what was asked of him and crowded your space.
His weight was minded as he straddled your waist and didn’t dare put any other parts on you. This allowed your arms to reach for his sides. Just enough to give him a half hug. The Yautja purred thickly in his chest and tapped his forehead to yours.
The moment didn’t stay long. Mai untangled from you and stood back at the side of the bed. “Rest. Eat. Stay here,” Mai gave you his three conditions and pointed a firm finger tipped with a black claw at you. You couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face.
“Okay.” Not any arguments from you. He was your caretaker. He won’t let you lift a finger. Not while he was around.
His gaze stayed on you, knowing how you liked to sometimes defy him. This time, you stayed. He grunted and slowly walked backwards out of the room. Those orange orbs of his never leaving you until the wall physically blocked it.
You laid in bed at his order, unable to untense the corners of your mouth. Maybe the recovery won’t be so bad while you had your lover around.
.
After the first two weeks passed, moving became a little easier. For you, lifting your arms higher than your shoulders was still forbidden. Mai was right there for you. He rarely left your side if it could be helped. And when he had to leave the confines of the apartment, it was only to go on supply runs. Then, Mai’tuiudh would be back within arms reach to ensure you healed quickly. His hunter’s mind fretting over how much you looked like prey now. More than usual.
The surgeon had given the go ahead on changing the bandages yourself. This would be your first time. Said doctor specified to have someone here to help you change them. It required you to lift your arms a hair higher than what you’re comfortable with.
Mai didn’t mind. He preferred it to be him. As his years as a bad blood have gained him many, many wounds, he was well equipped to simply change your bandages.
With your butt on the counter, you gazed gingerly at the hardened, navy blue face of Mai’tuiudh. A shirt still hung off of your shoulders, too big for your body. The perfect size. His massive hands were gripping on your thighs while the Yautja peered into your eyes as well.
You leaned up carefully and placed a chaste kiss on the bottom mandible closest to you. The counter offered only an extra couple of inches to reach him. “I can’t thank you enough for your help, Mai.” He chittered quietly, mandibles clicking to each other after the kiss. He rubbed his forehead to yours, eyes closing almost all the way.
His fingers drifted up to graze against the hem of your shirt. A silent ask. You reached down yourself, an action you wanted to do. Your eyes clenched shut, thoughts on the verge of running wild when you felt a hand cup yours. No, you didn’t want to deal with this by your lonesome. There was someone here willing to do anything for your comfort alone.
Together, in tandem, the two of you began to peel the shirt up to reveal skin to the cool bathroom. Once you reached the limited range of your arms, you halted, grasp falling away. But you gazed up into Mai’s burnt orange eyes and quirked the corners of your mouth up. The tiniest of nods given to him.
He finished the rest of the way for you. The shirt carefully pulled off to reveal what you’ve done to your body. This wasn’t the first time he’s seen the bandages but this moment… it felt different. You were going to go further than before after the surgery with him.
His blue form pulled away, his warmth being stolen away. You released a whine and looked at him with doe eyes. He chuckled and rested those large hands of his on your hips. “Can touch wounds now?” he questioned patiently. Mai waited for you.
The lump in your throat was swallowed down. “Yeah,” you barely whispered above your breath to allow him. All of this was just soft, ginger movements and words combined into one. Not even the creaky bathroom fan could disturb the moment growing between the two of you.
After his release, Mai stayed where he was for an extra few seconds. His hands left your hips to cup at your ribcage. He didn’t move when you flinched, lungs seizing up. It was an uphill battle to take another breath afterwards. But, during this whole time, Mai didn’t move. He let you control the pace, being the one in control. Your heart swelled.
Your head dipped. Mai let a hand start to pick at the corner of the tape. It peeled up after the third try. In its bony cage, your heart thundered like a storm in your eardrums. Sharp talons pinched the tape and began to pull it off of your body.
Goosebumps prickled along your skin in reaction. The peeling didn’t hurt, not the way you would’ve thought with a bandage. Instead, it felt strange. That’s what you attempted to focus on instead of what was hidden now underneath. You knew it would take time to learn that the scars would be okay. Only a reminder of what you were once before. This was for the better.
More tape on the same side was removed in the same fashion. Mai took his time with each strip. A hunter knew patience. If they didn’t, they no longer breathe. It was a virtue. A necessary skill to be engraved into each Yautja that comes to life.
Once that side was completed, the tap and soiled bandages in the garbage, Mai’tuiudh stopped. His now free hand returning to its place to cup at your sides.
Slowly, you grasped at his other limb and rested it upon the last bandage to be removed. Mai took the silent permission to continue his pathing.
After the last tape fell away with covering, you shutter at the new cool air brushing against the sensitive skin. “You okay?” he rumbled and placed his foreheat to yours once more. It was a position he found himself in a lot. Not that he was complaining. Just a sign he truly cared about you.
“Yeah,” you hummed, eyes closed. Thankfully, he had you sitting on the counter, back to the mirror that hung off of the off white walls. Your throat bobbed with a heavy swallow. “Does…” your voice died off but Mai waited for you. “Does it look bad?” You don’t know why you wanted his reassurance. This had been something you’ve been fighting for for years. A change, a huge change like this was hard to come to terms with immediately. Like getting a new dog after your last one passed.
One of his thumbs glided across the skin underneath one of the open wounds. “The scars will show your survival,” is his answer. Right. Scars. His culture loved scars. Not that you minded his scars. Though, some did worry you. How did he survive if it looked like his guts were spilled.
“I don’t think I’ll ever accept the scars,” you spoke truthfully to your mate. Said Yautja tensed before making a chuffing noise.
His warmth was stolen away as the hunter stood up to his full height. He towered over you. Predator and prey. “Was this battle?” he asked, voice hardened the best it could with his alien accent.
It took a moment to release what he was getting at. You whispered a ‘yeah’ to him. “Your scars show battle has been won. You won this fight. You survived. Be proud. Wear scars proudly!” Despite being a bad blood, the Yautja still followed some of the codes grounded into his mind as a child. Some morals and thought process like when it came to scars.
If your mate accepted and fought for you, that’s all you needed in life. He didn’t understand a lot of things, like the need to change your looks in this sense. But guess what, he accepted you. He asked questions and went on his way. You smiled up at him with adoration shining brightly in your eyes.
“Okay,” you agreed. Mai’tuiudh leaned down and licked your cheeks, hands grasping at the sides of your head. Everything would be okay. You had your mate at your side, a place he deserved to be.
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TNGDH 37
The night was long as Kyle said.
All the liveliness of the marketplace disappeared the next night and it felt as if the winter’s cold hadn’t gone away.
The candles held in the children’s hands fluttered with the wind. Small sobs escaped from the mouths of people who were wiping away their tears in the dark.
It was a quiet night. The longing and cries that were buried during the day seeped out in the dark.
I looked straight ahead at Kyle, who had his eyes closed. Why did he look more solemn and pitiful than those who were crying?
It was a night where two hours felt like a whole day.
*
I sat in the hamster house and stared at the system window seriously.
Underneath the familiar signboard, [Love Love Corner~❤], were items lined up. The background, which was normally translucent blue, changed to pink.
‘Did it update? I don’t see any particular changes though.’
I flipped through the pages and the system popped up as if it had just woken up.
[(ˉ﹃ˉ)]
Hey, Hey. Stop sleeping. Did you stay up all night or something?
I’ve been thinking about it since before, but the system strangely mimicked people. Like being tired, or feeling angry or embarrassed.
‘Though it’s nice since it feels like I have company by my side.’
I laughed and the system blinked. It showed me a different emote.
[(づ￣//￣)づ]
An emote waving its hands towards one direction.
I looked at the direction it was pointing. There was a small banner and underneath that banner was an item.
‘You made a banner just for this one item?’
Why so flashy.
I narrowed my eyes and viewed the banner the system spent its entire night on making. If I didn’t, it felt like the system would feel disappointed in its wasted efforts.
Let’s see. Valen…….
―Squeak…… (Are you serious……?)
[Today is Valentine’s Day! Try sharing your love to your fated partner!]
Hey, this…….
I stared at the system window with a puzzled expression on my face. If you had the time to make something like this, you should’ve made something more useful! I didn’t give you Miracle Points just for you to do this!
I crossed my legs and pointed my finger at the system.
How about making cookies cheaper! You know how much I lost from buying so much this time!
[（＞人＜；）]
The system displayed an intimidated emote.
……Was I too harsh?
I felt a little bad as I saw it sweating profusely.
Alright. I’m thankful you put in a lot of effort just for me. Who knows. Maybe it’ll be something useful. It looks to be an item that goes into my inventory, so I could take it with me and use it whenever it’s necessary.
‘Let’s see what it is first.’
I read through the description of the item called [Almond Chocolate].
Made with the highest quality almonds and freshly squeezed milk, with cacao grown from the sunniest place…… okay, whatever. It’s delicious. As for its ability… [Makes the person who eats it feel happy!].
―Squeak. (Come out.)
[ ε=ε=ε=┏(゜ロ゜;)┛]
I furiously kicked at the system window as it ran away. You’re telling me to pay 43 Hearts for something like this?
While I ran around the hamster house, the study door opened.
It was of course, Kyle.
He looked less tired than yesterday but still haven’t recovered fully yet. There didn’t seem to be any injuries.
I paused and called the system.
‘Hey, system.’
The system blinked with a [(⊙_⊙)？]. I took a deep breath and checked the remaining Hearts I had.
60 Hearts.
‘I’ll give you ten more, so can you add an extra chocolate option for me?’
It displayed an emote that looked like someone rubbing their chin. Where did it learn to do that? It hasn’t been long since it opened the store, yet it already became such a businessman.
‘It’s not a big deal. Just a fatigue recovery chocolate. I’m giving you extra Hearts for my request.’
I gave the system the puppy eyes. A nodding emote along with a [Loading……] sign came up.
Kyle walked over to me. I obediently climbed up onto his hand.
You must be very tired.
However, as the leader of the knights and the Grand Duke of the North, he couldn’t say a single word about how difficult and tiring it was.
That’s why, it’s times like this that I should…….
―…….
O-oh. Okay. Kiss me all you want. ……And stop eating my fur.
“You’re cute today too, Cashew.”
After kissing me for a whole ten minutes, Kyle reorganized my fur.
Somehow, I felt like my energy has been sucked out.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t received kisses like these for a while. Not only did they feel longer than usual, but I was also out of breath. I laid face down in his palm as if my soul was drained out.
Then, as if to comfort me, he shared some unexpected good news.
“You remember when I tried to inject something into your body? I apologize for what happened back then. That won’t happen again in the future. He told me that trying to force mana into your body could be bad for you.”
―Squeak squeak! (That’s right! You made the right choice!)
I jumped and sat up straight. Then, I patted his thumb with my small paw as if praising him. I’m so proud of you. You’re amazing. Listening to my words so well!
“You’re that happy? Besides your slow growth rate, there isn’t anything wrong with your body. Let’s wait a bit more and see. If anything does happen, we could always take you to the demonic beast specialist. No matter what, I’ll save you.”
I’m worried about your life, yet you’re worried about my own.
I turned around and checked the system window next to Kyle.
His lifespan had about a month and a half remaining.
I had no idea what remaining incidents were left for him, but I knew that there was one major event before the season was over.
*
“Ahem.”
I stood in front of Kyle’s door and cleared my throat.
Strangely enough, I always felt nervous whenever I stood before his room. The previous time I stood before his door, I felt nervous because I made a mistake, but today I just felt a little embarrassed.
The system worked faster than expected. In the 10 minutes it took Kyle to kiss me, they added an additional option in the store and raised the price.
Honestly, I wished the system had forgotten about the price raise, but there was a red line drawn across with the number 53 written next to it.
As a result, I only had 7 Hearts left. Once upon a time, I had over 100 Hearts……
This is all for Kyle. For Kyle.
I shook my head and knocked on the door lightly. Kyle’s voice was heard from inside, telling me to come in.
“It’s you.”
Kyle took off his glasses.
I walked over to his desk with the chocolate clenched tightly behind my back. He waited for me with a soft smile on his face.
Don’t smile like that. It’s making me feel strange.
I ignored the heat coming up to my ears and held out the box of chocolates to him. He obediently accepted it with a puzzled look on his face.
“What is this?”
“You will know once you open it.”
Kyle untied the beautifully wrapped pink ribbon and opened the box.
I didn’t look inside before giving them to Kyle, but there were round pink, white, and black chocolates filling the box with the center……
“…….”
“…….”
Hey. System.
Hey. Stop hiding from me.
“Did you make these yourself?”
“……Ah. Uh. Well. Yes. It just so happened…….”
Something was written on top of the large chocolate heart.
To my beloved Kyle, His Highness.
I felt like hitting my throbbing head a few times.
Why didn’t I check this beforehand. Why did I give him this. I should’ve seen what was inside before giving it to him!
My clenched fist trembled. Once I return, I will definitely get my revenge on the system. I’d only feel better once I either give it a premature death or grab it by its collar.
I wasn’t sure if Kyle understood my feelings properly or not, but he stared at the chocolates for a long time before picking up a round piece and putting it in his mouth.
“I had no idea you were good at making desserts too.”
“It just so happens that I’m good at various things.”
“But why the chocolate all of the sudden?”
“……From where I came from, today is the day where you give chocolates to someone you respect or are thankful for. It’s not a big deal, but I just remembered as I saw the calendar…… ah. It’s a traditional event passed down from generation to generation, so please take it.”
The situation was embarrassing, so I prolonged our conversation by rambling.
As soon as I finished my gibberish, he picked up another round chocolate and put it into my mouth this time.
“Then I must give one to you too. Today is February 14? I’ll keep it in mind from now on.”
“…….”
He laughed.
It was the most relaxed smile I’ve seen in a while. How can he smile so well when he looks colder than anyone else?
I relaxed my fist and squatted down. I heard the sound of a chair being pushed back, but I couldn’t raise my head.
Was there an effect in the chocolate that makes your heart beat? Or perhaps I was so embarrassed that I had arrhythmia.
I shut my eyes tight as I listened to my heart thump.
The chocolate he gave me melted in my mouth. It was so sweet that I started to feel strange.
Surely, it’s just the chocolate.
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Recovery (Avdol x f!Reader) SMUT
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WARNINGS: Minors and ageless blogs dni. Sexually explicit content under cut.
( A/n I haven't written SMUT in So long So I'm a bit rusty. But anyways I hope you enjoy)
Small summary: after getting injured during the battle with Hol-Horse and Hanged Man you and Avdol go into hiding in an island until you've both recoverd. But a few nights before at one of the hotels you were staying at things got a little heated between you two and it would be gone further if someone didn't interrupt.
Small mentions: Avdol x f!reader, Avdol being a bit shy, SMUT, 18+, body worship, reader is a stand user but it’s not used
"So how long do we need to stay on this island?" I asked Avdol as he gathered some eggs from his chicken, "Just a few days until Mr. Joestar comes to pick us up. Until then, we both need to recover from our injuries." I got hurt along side Avdol while fighting Hol horse and Hanged Man. "How long was I passed out for?" He placed the basket down. "About a day or two. The Speed Wagon foundation should be dropping by with some more medication for us." He sighed, "In the meantime would you mind helping me make breakfast." I stood up from my spot, "Sure."
We headed back inside and started cooking the eggs. "Have you been able to explore the island yet?" I asked Avdol. he was cutting a banana into small pieces for us both, "I did yesterday with some members of the Speed Wagon. There nothing suspicious here as of yet." I grunted taking in the information he gave me. "So... What do we do now?" I took a bit from the fruit he did the same, "We wait until Mr. Joestar and the others come to get us." The rest of the day Avdol and I cleaned and watched how some of the chickens fought for their food.
Night had finally fallen. We both went inside, I didn't realize it until now but, "Why is there only one bed?"
"Y/n this is a small house, two beds wouldn't fit in here." Avdol sat down on the bed, I stared at the bed still thinking if its a good idea for us to be laying in the same bed. "I can assure you I won't bite... If you want I could sleep on the small couch." He points towards the couch behind me. "I-its fine, I just zoned out for moment." I walked over to the other side of the bed, "Plus, you're a big guy. I don't want you sleeping on that small thing." Laying down in bed I looked up at the ceiling, my eyes slowly shutting.
It was now dark out the only thing that was lighting up the room a dim candle light that was slowly fading and the moonlight entering the room. Looking beside me there was an empty spot, "Where's Avdol?" I asked myself. I slowly got out of bed feeling groggy and walked towards the living room, the front door was opened. I was now wide awake and draw out my stand. As I was about to walk out I saw Avdol sitting at the entrance. "Are you trying to give me a heat attack?"
"My Apologize Y/n." I placed my hand on his shoulder and sat down next to him looking up at the stars, "It's fine.... Couldn't sleep?" I asked him, "No I couldn't. Something was keeping me up."
"Was I snoring?! I'm so sorry I didn't mean to keep you u-" Avdol chuckled slightly at me panicking. "No I uh ... It's just been awhile since you and I were alone." I felt my cheeks burning at the thought of that night we spent together; the way Avdol kissed me gently, the soft whimpers escape my lips as he kissed my neck and things were getting heated until Polnareff walked in and almost caught us. Since that night We agreed not to talk about it again.
"Were you thinking about that night?" He looked at me, under the moonlight I can tell he was a bit flustered, "I was... I wanted to see more of you... Hear more from you... Please you." With each word he leaned in placing a kiss on my lips once, twice, and I then pulled him closer to me closing what little gap we had between us.
In a swift movement I was now on top of Avdol, we pulled away catching our breath. "Let's go inside it'll be more comfortable in the bed." I got off of him and lead him to the bed. he sat down and I got on top of him wrapping my arms around his neck he tensed up under my touch. "Are you sure you wanna do this Y/n your don't h-" I kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear. "I've been wanting to do this again since that night at the hotel."
A few candles relit around the room, I caught a quick glimpse of magicians red. He placed both hands on my hip pushing me down onto his bugle a muffled gasped escaped my lips, he was already hard... Avdol let out a pleasurable sigh as I started teasing him by slightly bouncing on his clothed bugle. "Y-y/n~"
He pulled me closer to him kissing and nibbling at my neck, his hand now making their way inside my shirt. His hands trailed up and down my body, giving me shivers. Avdol lifted up my shirt now kissing my chest and playing with my nipples one hand squeezing and burying his face between my breasts, leaving excited kisses, "Avdol~" He'd slowly lied me down upon bed gently stripping his and mine cloth off. His member slipping out, "You're so big" I took his member in my hand passing a teasing stroke on it. He started moving his hips a bit, "Please don't tease, my love." He moaned closing his eyes. He grabbed his member aligning himself at my entrance. "Are you ready?" He asked, "Yes." I nodded. I could feel his tip slowly entering me, "Ah~"
"Are you okay~" Avdols thrust were slow, "Y-yeah~" Even though he was starting at a slow pace I couldn't help whimper with each movment. After some time I was able to adjust to his size.
Wet squishing sounds fill the bedroom along with my soft gasps. "Avdol i-..." I couldn't speak. The amount of pleasure he was giving me had me choking on my words. "Y-you're getting tighter... A-are you close?" I nodded, words failing to come out. He started slowing down, "N-no don't s-stop." He looked at me a bit shocked, "But I'm gonna overstimulate you. It might hurt you." Through the flickering candle light I could see the concern in his eyes. I pulled him in and kissed him, "I-its fine Keep going until you cum." He nodded grabbing my legs and throwing them over his shoulder closing the gap between us the best he could and thrusting faster. "Fuck~" That was the first time I've ever heard him curse. I'd already reached my high, Abdul was now chasing his.
His thrust were getting sloppy, he removed my legs from his shoulder and kissed me muffling his moan as he came. He started slowing down and pulling out, "Fuck~" He was breathing heavily looking down at me. He leaned in kissing my forehead "Can you move?" I was too tired to move. "I'll be right back." He grabbed a rag and cleaned me and himself off. After he was done he laid down in bed with me wrapping his arms around me and pulled me closer to him, "Avdol, I love you." He chuckled caressing my head, "I love you too."
The next morning Avdol was on a call with Mr. Joestar while I was making breakfast. "I see... I'll tell Y/n about the plan then." He hung up, "What happened?" I asked him, he walked up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist and placing his head on top of mine. "Mr. Joestar will be coming soon to get us..." I could tell there was more to that "And?"
" And he wants us to play a prank on kakyoin and polnareff. He wants us to pretend to be my parents. " I stopped chopping the onions setting the knife aside and faced him his hands still on my waist, "I'm sorry but I refuse."
"It wouldn't hurt, would it y/n?" I sighed, "Avdol did you forget that polnareff is a literal walking stand magnet. Remember I can see two different possibilities in the furture. One is that he'll run, a stand gets him and two that he actually stays still for once. I have a feeling his gonna run away and some stand users gonna get him."
"We'll just have to see," he kissed my forehead, " if you'd like you could stay inside while we're playing the prank on them."
"You really want to play the prank on them don't you Avdol?" He nodded. I chuckled turning back around to continue cooking, "I'll stay inside then."
Avdol pulled me closer to him kissing my cheek. "Can you help me look older before they come... They'll be here later on today."
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Breakeven - Jonas Taylor (The Meg)
Pairing: Jonas Taylor x Reader
Warnings: nope
A/N: Inspired by the song Breakeven by The Script. I was having trouble finding a Jonas Taylor fic that fit what I was looking for so I wrote one. The story of my life. Enjoy.
Jonas Taylor’s gaze swept around the flurry of activity surrounding him. He’d just left the infirmary after making certain his sister would recover from the injury she’d received when her sub had been attacked. He needed a shower and a change of clothes but he was too busy searching the halls of Mana One for your familiar silhouette. He hadn’t seen you since the two of you divorced and now that he was so close to you, he felt the need to find you. To assure himself that you were still whole and alive.
Finally, he caught a glimpse of you as you conferred with Suyin, both your heads bent over a tablet as she showed you something. He sucked in a breath as his chest tightened, an odd mix of longing and bitterness churning inside him. He shoved down the rush of emotions threatening to surface, schooling his features into his normal flat expression. He had to appear unaffected. He couldn’t let you know how affected he was by your presence, how the pain clawed at his insides.
“I thought you were going to clean up,” Mac’s voice interrupted. His friend followed his line of sight to see you. “Oh.” He dropped a hand on Jonas’ shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze.
Jonas shrugged him off and gave him a tight smile. “Got sidetracked is all.”
“I see that,” Mac agreed as he put his hands in his pockets and followed Jonas as he walked away from you. They walked in silence for a bit, steps echoing in the quiet hall.
Jonas licked his lips. “Seems like she’s doing okay after everything.” Bitterness colored his words though he’d tried to hide it. He hated that he was torn in pieces, aimless without you and you didn’t seem bothered in the least. It was bullshit.
Mac studied him for a moment. “She’s keeping her head up.” He grabbed his friend by the arm and pulled him into a room. “Let’s have a drink. You look like you could use one.”
Jonas nodded and took a seat in what was clearly Mac’s private room. He sipped at his drink as he watched Mac contemplate something. Jonas knew the look well and waited for his friend to come to a decision.
“You’ve got it all wrong you know,” Mac finally said with a furrowed brow.
“What have I got wrong?”
“It killed her to file those papers.”
Jonas snorted. “I find that unlikely. No, she thought I was crazy just like everyone else and left rather than stand by me like she should have.”
Mac shook his head. “I promised her I wouldn’t say anything, but I’m tired of holding her while she cries over you. I love her like a sister, but she needs you.”
“Then why the hell did she leave?” Jonas tried and failed to mask the desperation in his words.
“Because,” Mac hesitated, swirling his drink as if searching for courage in its depths. “Because the old bastard gave her an ultimatum.” Jonas knew instantly he must be talking about your father. None of you liked him but he was too wealthy and powerful to just write off. Mac sighed, regret contorting his features. “He threatened dire consequences, Jonas. Said you’d suffer if she didn’t cut ties.”
A heavy weight settled in his stomach. If your father wasn’t already dead, he’d kill him for threatening you. For making you too scared to come to him. “Threatened? What did he do, Mac?” His grip tightened on his glass, knuckles whitening.
“He didn’t want your presence staining his good name as he put it. Said he’d use all of his resources to make sure you were broke and homeless with no where to turn. He told her there wasn’t a corner of the Earth where you would be safe from him. Then he told her if she tried to run with you, he’d make certain she’d never see you alive again.” Mac’s voice was little more than a whisper by the end, heavy with the burden of the knowledge he’d been carrying.
A cold shock washed over Jonas, followed by a surge of anger that left him breathless. Your father hadn’t threatened you. He’d threatened Jonas. You’d shattered your entire world to protect him. His breath came heavy and he placed his glass on the table in front of him, afraid he’d drop it otherwise. He ran a hand over his head. “Damn it.” How hadn’t he seen this? Why hadn’t he demanded more answers from you? Why had he just assumed you were abandoning him like everyone else? “I can’t believe she never—”
“Hey,” Mac interrupted gently, placing a hand on Jonas’s back. “You didn’t know because she didn’t want you to. She walked away to keep you safe.”
“Safe,” Jonas echoed, the word bitter on his tongue. The truth of your motivations stripped him of his resentment, leaving a raw, gaping wound in its wake.
“Jonas,” Mac’s voice softened, “she loved you enough to let you go but she was far from okay with it. It tore her up. Still does.”
He clenched his jaw as he processed everything he’d just been told. If you loved him that much, maybe there was still hope for the two of you.
You’d taken to hiding in your room since Jonas arrived, leaving only when you were made to. You hadn’t even been to see Lori in the infirmary afraid you’d run into him there. Mac had been trying to get you to tell Jonas the truth since your father died, but you just couldn’t. He’d hate you for breaking his heart, regardless of the circumstances. It was better to just let him move on without you. For him to find his happiness even if you never did.
A knock at your door reverberated through the room. You opened it without checking who was on the other side. An action you regrated instantly when you found yourself face to face with the love of your life. “Jonas,” you whispered, your voice breaking on the word.
He greeted you in return before pushing gently past you and stepping into the room. You shut the door behind him, your hand trembling against the cold steel. “I didn’t expect—”
“Neither did I,” he said cutting you off. “Why did you do it? Why did you leave me?”
The words hung between you as your eyes searched his, wondering why he suddenly wanted to have this conversation when he’d never asked at the time. “Jonas, I…” you trailed off not certain what you could say to get him to possibly forgive you.
“Please,” he pleaded as his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. “I heard things about your father, about threats. I need to hear it from you. The truth.”
The silence that followed was suffocating. Your gaze faltered, drifting away before finding its way back to him. “I…you don’t understand.”
“Then help me understand,” he said, stepping closer.
You swallowed the lump in your throat as your heart raced, pounding against your ribs. “My father threatened everything. I never wanted to leave you but if I stayed, if I fought for you…He might have been bluffing, but I couldn’t risk it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion. “Why didn’t you ask for my help?”
A laugh escaped you then, a cold, bitter sound of disbelief. “How could I, Jonas? Threats from my father aside, you’d been pushing me away since the day everything went to shit. I tried to help you, tried to back you and you didn’t want it. When my father gave me the ultimatum, I figured it wouldn’t matter much to you anyway. It didn’t matter if I was broken, as long as you were okay.”
You couldn’t bear to look at him as hot tears trailed down your cheeks. Strong hands gripped yours and you sucked in a breath in surprise. “Listen to me,” Jonas ordered. “I always knew you deserved better than me and I didn’t want to drag you down with me, but nothing, absolutely nothing would ever make me quit loving you.”
When you said nothing he squeezed your hands. “Say you believe me,” he whispered. “Believe that in a million moments, in a million lifetimes, I would always choose you.”
Your eyes found his, wanting to believe his words. Gods you wanted to. And as he gazed at you full of hope and love and desperation, you found that you did. Could the two of you really have another chance? With your father and his threats gone from your lives, what was stopping you?
Jonas leaned forward suddenly and you barely had time to catch your breath before his lips met yours in a kiss that was both an apology and a plea. His hands moved to cup your face tenderly as if you could vanish in an instant.
Pulling back just enough to meet your stunned gaze, Jonas ran his eyes over your face as if memorizing your features. Whatever he found must have made him happy as a wide grin curled his lips. “Marry me,” he breathed. “Be mine again. Forever this time.”
The sincerity in his eyes was undeniable. Fresh tears trailed the paths of the previous ones but this time they were happy, full of love and hope. You brushed your lips against his as you whispered his name.
He kissed you again, needy and wanting, before resting his forehead against yours. “Is that a yes?”
You chuckled. “Yeah, baby, that’s a yes.”
His hands trembled slightly as he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. He buried his face into the curve of your neck and inhaled your still familiar scent. For the first time since you walked out the door all those years ago, he felt whole.
“I’m so sorry,” you whispered against his skin.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. As long as you never leave my side again everything will be fine.” As he pressed a kiss to your temple, there was a knock on your door.
“Go away,” he called, making you laugh.
There was a stretch of silence before you heard Mac say your name in question which only made you laugh harder. You pulled away to answer your door, Jonas moving with you. Mac looked between the two of you, before grinning like an idiot. “I’m sorry to interrupt this, like you have no idea how sorry, but we’ve got a meeting to talk about the meg.”
You nodded and moved to follow him before Jonas grabbed your arm and pulled you back. “We’ll be there in a minute,” his rough voice said as he shut the door in Mac’s face.
When he turned you and pressed you against the door as he kissed you deeply, all your protests disappeared. This is where you belonged. Right here with your husband as if the last five years had never happened. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back and wondered if they really needed you to tell them to kill the giant shark before it ate everyone. Surely they could figure that out on their own.
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"i didn't catch your name"
PRO!!Shoto Todoroki x FIGURE SKATER!!reader NB!
sypnosis: reader is japan's applauded figure skater champion makes come back after recovering from a serious injury by practicing for nationals and comes across Pro Hero Shoto Todoroki. He is amazed by her talent's and was determined to get to know her more.
TW: mentions of injuries.
Everything was going fine that day. Your coach was happy and your body ached a little less than usual. Your jumps where being executed smoothly and you loved the program you were skating.
You've been taking a break from skating due to an injury you acquired practicing a poorly executed quad lutz, so coming back felt like a relief compared to sitting at home, rotting in your room and judging your abilities compared to other skaters. But it gave you more time to catch up on daily news and some events your friends invited you too, you didn't know it at the time, but you needed that break.
You took a deep breath, breathing in the icy air. You stood on the entrance to the rink, your hands on either side of the corner bars. The jumps you where going over today where simple, a triple lutz and a quad twist. Putting your foot forward, you skated onto the rink letting your body relax and move in the direction gravity was pushing you in. It felt good to be back again.
It had been about 45 minutes on the rink, your heart was racing and your back had a small wet patch from where the sweat built up. You didn't think you'd be opting out for a break this quickly but its whatever. You where about to turn around and skate to the direction of the exit of the rink until you felt a pair of eyes staring into you from behind. You tensed up, you didn't know for certain if someone was actually staring at you but you just became nervous, as if you where performing for judges for the first time.
As casual as possible, you decided to make a quick turn, but slow enough for you to have a good view of who was staring so intently. Surely you can make this look smooth without making it obvious you knew someone was there.
That's until you saw WHO exactly was there.
The one and THE only, fire and ice hero, Shouto todoroki.
Your mind went blank, what do you do in a situation like this? Instead of casually turning and making a swift exit, you just stood there for what felt like forever which in reality was about 7 seconds.
"sorry, you can carry on. I didn't mean to disturb you."
With that you're broken out of your trance. Letting the muscles in your face to relax and throw him a soft smile as your shoulders ceased at the tension they created.
"it's alright, i was finishing up anyways.."
A million thoughts was going through your head; did he see all of that? how long was he there for? WHY IS HE HERE?
"that's a shame, i was looking forward to seeing more."
You've lost all control at this point, your breath was heavy and your posture presented a small child seeing a spider 7 feet away. You skated closer to him, to get a better view of the long split coloured haired man.
"my name is Todoroki, Shouto."
"i know.." you said in response, to which he threw back a chuckle.
He stood there for what felt like years, staring at you with a small smile. He was captivated by you. Your talent was not like any other, he could see the passion you had for skating. He fell in love with the way you held yourself together and how gracefully you moved your body, and god how he adored that face.
"i'm here to pick up my sister, she likes to skate sometimes and i thought i'd drop by"
'so thats why' you thought, still slowly making your way towards him, having only a small wall from dividing the both of you.
He started to fumble with something in his pocket, looking down to navigate what he was trying to find before his mouth opened.
"i've got to leave though, could you give me your number?"
he said, pulling out a pen and offering you his hand to write on.
"i'd love to see one of your performances one day."
you let out a smile and grabbed the pen out of his hand, softly grazing over the back of his palm as your wrote your number down. His hand was warm but slightly rough, probably due to all the hero work he has to do.
He smiled down at you, with a soft expression.
"i'm sorry but i dont think i caught your name."
you giggles and moved your face closer to his, leaning on the edge of the semi-wall.
"that's because i didn't throw it"
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do ya'll want a part 2 to this because icl i wanna make this longer but im only going to do it if you want me too. I've been so obsessed with the idea that todoroki would date a figure skater, it just makes sense in my brain for some reason but this was really rushed as i don't actually know how they would meet so this is the best i could come up with, sorry :/.
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No better time than the present (Ella Toone x Reader)
Ella was tired, her bones felt heavy as she trudged through the snow to get to her favourite cafe. Training had been kicking her ass lately as the team prepared for the champions league. The new popularity she had gotten from the Euro’s had also kept her on her feet recently and all she wanted to do was sit down with a cup of hot chocolate and take a moment to breathe.
She was meeting Alessia who had not been training, she was still recovering from her ankle injury and was trying to enjoy her time off. The chimes of the bell rang in Ella’s ears as she walked through the familiar doors, she immediately spots her blonde best friend and gives her a small wave.
“Long time no see!” Alessia stood up to greet her friend, “We literally live together, Less.” Ella lets out a sigh of relief as her best friend's arms scoop her up into a warm hug. “Did you come straight from training?” Alessia questions as she feels the cold seeping off Ella, “Yup, It was another tough one tonight.” Ella hated winter training, she couldn’t stand the cold as it nipped at her skin or the burning of the cold air when she was made run suicides.
Alessia rubs her hands up and down her arms, “Winter training is the worst!” Ella smiled at her best friend gratefully before they both took their seats. “Have you ordered yet?” Ella asks while shedding her layers, “Nope, just got here two seconds before you.” Alessia answers as she goes to stand up Ella grabs her arm, “Sit. I got it, two hot chocolates?” Alessia nods before slumping back into her seat, throwing her friend a smile.
Ella returns it before walking up to the counter, it wasn’t busy so she just went straight up. Ella was familiar with all the staff, this was a place her and Alessia came to often. Instead of being met with Joan’s kind smile she was met with your bright blue eyes that rivalled her best friend’s. Her breath caught in her throat as she took you in, you were absolutely stunning and Ella couldn't tear her eyes away from you.
“....are you okay?” Ella was snapped out of her trance by your soft voice and confused smile, she cleared her throat awkwardly, “I-I…Hey…hi…sorry…i’m good just…anyway,” Your giggle interrupted her and she swore her heart leaped out of her chest. “Could I have two hot chocolates please?” The tips of her ears burned red as she pathetically stuttered out her order. “Only cause you said please.” You threw her a teasing wink as she blushed even harder.
“That will be 8.00 please.” Ella nods as she searches her pockets for money, “Just give me a minute, I can never find my wallet in these pants.” She chuckled out as her movement got more frantic, “You know what? Don’t even worry about it, Its on the house.” You flash her a kind smile while preparing her order, “You a regular?” You quickly try to change the subject before Ella can even protest, with a defeated sigh Ella nods, “Yeah, we normally come in when we don’t have training.”
“Training?” You ask, “Yup, we play football for Man United.” Ella subtly brags hoping you’d be impressed or maybe even recognise her and be flustered, “Ugh, bad choice of team.” That was not an answer Ella was expecting, she scoffs, “What’s wrong with Man U.” You shrug your shoulder, “Just not a fan.”
Ella sighs disapointedly before asking you the dreaded question, “What team do you support then?” She leans on the counter awaiting your answe, “Men or Women?” Ella’s contorts in surprise as you place one of the hot chocolates she ordered, “Men?” You smile proudly, “Liverpool, born and raised.” Ella rolls her eyes in disgust, “Of course it is.” You giggle before throwing her a teasing glare.
“What about Women?” Ella asks once again bracing herself for the answer, “Arsenal.” Ella is surprised again as she straightens her posture, “Do you mind me asking why you support arsenal?” You shoot her an obvious look, “Cause, they are cleary the best…plus Leah Williamson is so fine, it hurts.” Ella’s eyes bulge out if her head before belting out a laugh, “That seems to be a common theme with her.”
“You know her!” You practically squeal as you place the second cup down, “Know her? Try being her good mate.” It was your turn to be surprised, “So, you’re a big time soccer player then?” Ella nods suddenly very pleased with herself, “Will have to look out for you…” The midfielder realises your waiting for her name, “Ella…Ella Toone.”
She sticks her hand out, you grab it and Ella swears she feels a shock run through her veins, “Nice to meet you, Ella Toone. Enjoy your drinks, you’re a cute couple.” You gesture over to Alessia who’s scrolling through her phone, Ella chokes on her drink as she tries to splutter out that Alessia was just a friend but you had already left.
Ella drags over to Alessia before throwing herself into the chair with a huff, “I’m guessing you didn’t get her number, was she straight?” Ella grumbles at her best friend’s teasing, “Worse…she thought we were dating.” Alessia’s laugh rang through the cafe as Ella tried to calm her down before you noticed. “Me and you…” Alessia couldn’t breath as a tear fell down her cheek.
Ella didn’t see you again, she kept glancing back hoping to catch a glimpse of you but you must’ve been on break because there was no sign of you.
…
Ella came back every single day hoping she would have the chance to explain the situation and maybe ask you out on a date. Day after day you weren’t there, eventually Ella asked Joan about your absence, “Hey, Joan.” The old ladies kind smile always warmed Ella’s heart, “Ella, love! It’s great to see you. You don’t normally come in on Wednesday.”
“I know, it’s been a crazy few months!” Joan laughs lightly, “I bet. What can I get you, darling?” Ella holds her breath, “I was just wondering would you know anything about the new girl.” Joan steps back to think for a few minuted, “Ah! Yes, she’s an absolute dote. Just started last Friday.” Ella nods, a smile building on her face, “Yes, that’s her. Do you know when she’ll be working next?” Joan shoots the younger girl a knowing look, “Well, she’s on holidays until Thursday, her next shift would probably be Friday.”
Ella bites back a victorious cheer as she profusely thanks Joan. Just as she turns to leave Joan gently takes her hand, “She’s a lovely girl, you would both make a good pair.” Ella blushed but sends joan a grateful smile anyway.
Ella rushes home to update Alessia excitedly.
…
Friday comes around and Ella nervously sits in her car, she reherases the speech she’s planned over and over again before getting out of the car. The bell rang again, it was quiet in the little cafe. Ella excitedly looked up but wasn’t met by your glistening smile or breathtaking eyes, instead she was met with creepy Fred’s dark eyes.
Fred was fascinated by Ella and always tried to ask her out, Ella would always tell him that she was in fact not even remotely interested in men, but he was convinced he could ‘change’ her. Ella was even more disappointed than usual seeing the tall man, nevertheless she didn’t want this trip to be a waste so she begrudgingly ordered of creepy Fred and went through the same thing they always go through.
After texting Alessia the news, Ella thought it was time to go home, she was slowly losing hope that she would see you again. With one last sigh she got up and dumped her cup, slowly walking our the door before she heard your voice, “Fred, I told you to put cups in the sink.” Ella whipped around as soon as she heard your voice, a smile lit up her face as she walked up to where you were clearing tables.
You hadn’t noticed her so she awkwardly clears her throat while stepping from foot to foot, a nervous habit she had always had. You turned to face her, a surprised smile gracing your face, “Well if it isn’t miss big shot.” Ella’s ears burned again as she chuckled, “In the flesh.”
“Back for my famous hot chocolate already, I would’ve given you atleast a week.” You nudged her gently before leaning against the table ignoring Fred’s protests. “What can I say, you’re way better than Fred.” You scoff before rubbing your forehead, “Don’t get me started on that headache.” Ella bit her lip as you were surrounded by silence, you pick your tray back up throwing her a cheeky glance before continuing your job of cleaning the table.
Ella panicked momentarily, not wanting the conversation to end, she blurted out, “I can’t get you out of my head!” Your face contorts with shock as you slowly turn to face her, “...thanks.” You croak out confusedly. Ella mentally facepalms, scorning herself for messing up the chance, “I’m not sure your girlfriend would be too happy about that.”
Ella quickly remembered the mix up, “That wasn’t my girlfriend, it was just my best friend. I actually currently have my eye on someone but I’m not sure if they like me back.” The confused look was replaced by a soft one as you bite back a giggle at the girls rambling.
“I’m sure Fred likes you, Ella!” You laugh as you watch Ella’s face twist with disgust, she gently kicks your leg on retaliation, you calm down as you step towards her. “On a more serious note, I think you should ask this someone on a date.” Ella’s nerves melt away, “Yeah?” You giggle as a blush creeps up your face, “Yeah.”
Ella nods before turning around a pretending to walk away, you let out an offended scoff as she turns back to shoot you a cheeky smirk, she saunters back up to you, “Hi, would you please go on a date with me?” You pretend to think about it, “I’m not sure i could ever date a Man United player.” Ella hums before snapping her fingers, “I’ll invite Leah Williamson.” You don’t even hesitate, “Done!” Ella shakes her head in disbelief while you laugh gently.
“Yes.” You mutter quietly, Ella glances up with a child like grin, “I’d love to go on date with you, Ella.” Ella can’t even try hide the smile that sits on her face as she lets go of the breath she’s been holding, “How about now?” You glance up at her, “What?” Ella pulls a chair before taking your hand and sitting you in it.
“I’m going to have my hands full with you, aren’t I.” You sigh as Ella asks Fred to make two hot chocolates, “Yes, you are.” You snort as you watch her take the seat opposite you, you can hear Fred grumbling behind you but neither of you care.
“Just so you know, I don’t kiss on the first date.”
“We’ll see about that.”
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Here's the Ben whump rant i talked abt in my last post,,,
Ofc heed the triggers and what not: Blood, injury, ect ect
Also take everything here with a serious handful of salt, im being dramatic as heck. So if you don't wanna see me get serious abt something that's not that deep, this probably isn't the rant for you <3
Anywho...
Do you ever think about just how often Ben gets the absolute crap beat out of him? Like in Grudge Match, I forgot how many times he gets flung about in his human form. He's ten years old, his bones are way too weak for all that. The amount of head injuries he must get is insane, and Max never once seems to take Ben's injuries seriously.
Like that time Ben gets sick after sitting in the back of an ice cream van for like,, twenty minutes. He's ill to the point it's actively inhibiting his ability to play hero, blinding wildmutt with gunked up sensors and taking the heat out of heatblast. He's pale and sniffly and looks like shit, but Max still makes the executive decision to drag him out on errands instead of giving him time to rest.
Also just cause he takes the majority of damage in his alien forms doesn’t mean those injuries suddenly have no impact at all. I think in alien force they were toying with idea of his injuries carrying over becoming more of a problem for him, with his busted knee in season one, and black eye in the episode where he gets grounded. Either way, it’s still implied that wounds translate over after he de-transforms, even if to a lesser extent. Not to mention all the scrapes and little injuries he must get from de-transforming mid battle (on the occasions he does).
FUCK, I mean Ben actually displays short term memory loss as a direct result of getting hit in the head in alien force, and Gwen isn't concerned about it probably because she grew up with Grandpa Max not being concerned about it. She doesn't realise just how dangerous this level of head injury is, what the brain inflammation and possible bleeding could do to him. She's probably looked him in the eyes, with his pupils blown wide, dazed and confused about his whereabouts, and then buried her concern because it's nothing new right? Ben's been dealing with stuff like this since he was 10, and Max, the ever responsible adult, never shows the appropriate amount of concern for it, so it makes sense that both Gwen and Ben don’t consider these things serious until its too late.
Like not to get all dramatic about this and over think it (more so than I already am lol) but I’m positive this stuff would have long term consequences for Ben’s health as he enters adult hood, or even before then. Trouble recalling things, ringing in his ears, migraines and headaches as well a light sensitivity, all of these are symptoms of repeated and serious head trauma. Not to mention, paired with my personal headcanons about the burning chemical sensation of having the omnitrix fused to his flesh, leaking fluid into his bloodstream and scorching his skin. Or the chronic nosebleeds I think he would have as a result of all these other health complications. There's just a LOT that can be done with Ben whump, and I’m surprised it isn’t talked about/thought about more?
Folks love the idea of Ben being functionally immortal (at least from injury related death), and the power fantasy that comes with being the weilder of the omnitrix, but what about the fact that he’s just some guy?? That the omnitrix failsafe doesn’t protect him from everything, and that if the injuries are bad enough to have triggered the failsafe in the first place, then where does that leave him in terms of recovering from them??? Sorry, sorry, crazy moment.
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Firehouse Harrington - Chapter 5
fireman!Steve x f!reader/f!oc
series masterlist
Steve is still recovering from his injuries. She's just trying to help. But tensions run high when they clash over who knows best.
warnings | 18+ SMUT, really rough sex, degradation kink, slight dubcon, also angst because, duh
a/n | wooh boy! I got a little carried away here, folks. Had the day off and couldn't help myself. get yourself a tall glass of water and sit down for a long one
“You’re healing nicely, son. I’ll send another refill script to your pharmacy for the oxycodone and I wanna see you back in a month, alright? Wanna keep an eye on those headaches you’re having.” Steve grunts out a thank you to the doctor as he’s led back to the front desk. After three weeks, he’s still not used to seeing her, sitting and waiting for him after his appointments at the VA medical center. She’s been coming with him whenever she can and he would hate to admit how much it means to him.
She offers him a bright smile from where she’s sitting in the waiting room, a large stack of index cards in her lap. With Thanksgiving next week, her exams are fast-approaching and she’s been studying so hard it makes Steve worry that she’s working herself to the bone, and that he hasn’t exactly been helping her stress-load. Since the week after Halloween, she’s all but moved in with him, save for when her RA job or classes demand she be on campus. She’s been taking care of him, and it both amazes and terrifies Steve that she’s willing to, while all he can really do is be a human rolodex for her endless supply of flashcards. She’s been having him quiz her in the evenings, her hands around his neck and her thighs straddling his waist as she rattles off insanely-smart sounding descriptions of the brain. His girl is studying neuroscience, and his girl is going to be a doctor, and then, Steve figures, his girl isn’t going to be his girl anymore. But for now, he’ll enjoy whatever sweetness she’ll give to him.
He finishes scheduling his follow-up, turning and finding her already standing with her bag slung over her shoulder. He opens the door for her and they step out into the sharp bite of the oncoming winter.
“Well, what did he say?” Steve’s apartment is only a few blocks away from the medical center, so they set off down the sidewalk as she asks her question.
“Said everything looks good. My next appointment is in a month, gave me another prescription for the painkillers.” He feels her hand flex in his and he knows it’s because she doesn’t like the sound of that.
“What about your headaches?” He shrugs, glancing at her and seeing the worried look on her face.
“He said he’d keep an eye on it, whatever that means.” She stops in her tracks, fully looking at him now. He just sighs.
“Steve, I really don’t like how they’re just feeding you these pills. Has anyone said anything about getting you in an MRI machine?” He huffs, tugging her along to continue walking.
“Baby, it’s fine. Nothing new, really. Once I get back to work it’ll go away on its own, it always does.” His paid-time-off is ending after Thanksgiving, and Steve is chomping at the bit to get back into the station, to her much-vocalized dismay. She stops walking again, and he tries his best to tamp down his growing frustration.
“I still think you should let me–”
“No.”
“Steve.”
“No. You’ve already done way too much for me. I’m not letting you do that.”
“You would be helping me out by coming in. You know I need the practice, i-it’d be killing two birds with one stone.” She had told him two weeks ago about one of her specialty courses at the university medical center, conducting brain scans and assessments that were free to volunteer patients. She had been bugging Steve about coming in ever since, but he was putting his foot down on this one.
“Hey, I’m sick of all this nagging, alright? I told you it’s fine and I meant it. Making my fucking headache worse, jesus. Just wanna get home.” He can see her face crumple at his words and his stomach twists, but he’s too pissed off and cold to really feel sorry, instead squeezing her hand and continuing their walk home. She’s silent the rest of the way.
…
Steve is really starting to worry her. At first, he had seemed to be making a change, being endlessly sweet with her, letting her take care of him, even opening up a bit about his life. She knows his concussion symptoms are lasting well within a normal amount of time, but it seems like some of them are getting worse. He’s been more irritable, more reactive, his headaches are endless, but he won’t listen to a word she says about it. She had talked to Robin over the phone about it, and she had told her his irritability could also be stemming from the impending holiday. Steve wasn’t exactly on good terms with his family, something he had only hinted at to her, and hadn’t been home for Thanksgiving or Christmas in five years. As a result, he turned into a bit of a scrooge (Robin’s words) the instant that the holiday season kicked up.
Perhaps more than anything though, she doesn’t understand why he’s so eager to get back to work after he nearly died on the job. She had actually started inquiring at her school about admittance for veterans, reading whatever information she could get her hands on. It’d be practically free at a state school like Indiana University, with vets nearly sure to be accepted. She hadn’t yet broached the subject with him, knowing it’d probably lead to a huge blowout argument, but she had convinced him to do Thanksgiving with her, just the two of them, and was planning to get him good and sedated on turkey and stuffing before bringing it up.
When they get back to his place after his appointment, he barely looks at her, mumbling that he’s going to lie down for a while. She already knows he’s going to be looking for his bottle of oxycodone, which she had flushed down the toilet that morning. She had talked to one of her supervising professors about the medication, posing questions from a place of clinical curiosity, and had learned just how wickedly potent the stuff was. Steve shouldn’t have been on it for more than a week max, and it was now coming up on a month of doctors filling the prescription for him. She had decided then and there that she was going to get him off it, kicking and screaming if she had to.
She sits down on the couch, pressing her fingers into her temples and waiting for his inevitable question about where his pills are. She can hear him rummaging in the bathroom, and then in the nightstands in his bedroom. All of the sudden, his movements still, and she can hear his bare feet padding back into the living room. Her heart sinks when she sees that he’s holding the pamphlets she had gathered about veteran’s admission to IU in his hand. She must have left them in the nightstand on her side of his bed. Shit. His expression is cool, steeled, as he waves the pamphlets in front of her.
“Care to tell me what this is?” Her mouth had gone completely dry, and a thickness settled in her throat.
“Um, I– um–” He cuts her off, shuffling over to stand in front of her, bending at the waist to get in her space.
“Um, um, um. C’mon, miss college. Thought you were a big girl. Use your words.” He’s practically sneering at her with the way he’s talking and it makes her feel impossibly small under his flashing gaze. She gulps a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
“Steve, I’m just trying to help–” He scoffs, standing back upright and starting to pace the floor.
“You think you know what’s best for me? Think you’re so much smarter than me, huh? Gotta help your poor, stupid boyfriend get along, is that it?” She shakes her head vigorously, going to stand but he’s back on her in an instant, resting his hands on the back of the couch to cage her between his arms. She shrinks back into the seat.
“That’s not what I think, Steve. I-I just want you to have options, that’s it! All I did was ask around in the admissions office, it doesn’t mean a-anything, baby. I just thought it’d be helpful for you.” He lets out a humorless laugh, his sharp eyes fixing her in place.
“Well it’s not. Quit trying to mess with shit you don’t understand.” With that he’s turning heel so fast it makes her choke, storming back into the bedroom. A beat later she starts hearing loud clattering.
“Where are my fucking pills? Goddamnit!” She jumps in her seat at his roaring words, punctuated by the sound of what she assumes is one of his nightstands getting thrown on the floor. She sits there for a moment trying to steady her breathing, the continuous sounds of slamming drawers and muttered curses coming from Steve causing her heart to jump. Finally, all the commotion stills and she thinks to herself that she liked it better when he was at least making sound.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she slowly stands, inching towards the bedroom on tenterhooks. She holds onto the doorframe, peering into the room. Both nightstands are tipped onto the floor, their drawers skewed open and the contents strewn on the floor. The wooden bureau that sits across from Steve’s bed has been shoved a few inches out of place, its drawers all open and the clothes usually neatly folded inside in various states of spilling out. Steve’s sitting on the edge of the bed, tugging harshly at the roots of his hair, his chest heaving. She really doesn’t want to do what she’s about to have to. She inches into the room, kneeling down in front of him to try to catch his gaze. She reaches out for him but he swats her hand away.
“Don’t. Fuck, baby. Don’t know where I put my damn pills. I-I need ‘em so bad right now.” His voice is a broken grumble and she feels a sharp twinge in her stomach at his words. It’s time to rip the band-aid off.
“Steve, baby? I know your head’s hurting, but you can’t keep taking those, ok? Why don’t I get you some advil? I know it’s not the same, but we can do that combined with tylenol and it should start to help.” He finally looks at her, and the anger in his eyes is breathtaking, causing her to sit back on her haunches.
“What did you do with them?” She takes a sharp breath in, watching Steve’s knuckles go white where he’s still tugging at his hair. She’s not going to let him scare her, not on this. She squares her shoulders, slowly standing in front of him. She hates that there’s still a warble in her voice when she finally speaks.
“I-I threw them away, Steve. They’re no good for you, and that has become painfully clear this afternoon.” His jaw goes slack at her words, but he quickly catches himself, swallowing hard and glaring up at her.
“Well, that’s not really your decision to make, sweetie.” He stands, brushing past her out towards the front door, starting to toe on his shoes. She follows dumbly behind him.
“Where are you going?” He doesn’t even glance at her, already shrugging on his coat.
“The pharmacy. Gonna get my new prescription since someone has to make everything so goddamn difficult.” She swallows hard.
“I-I called the pharmacy this morning too. Told them that under no circumstances should they fill any more oxy scripts for you. Steve, please–” He lets out a bark of laugh that startles her where she stands, whistling low as he finally sizes her up.
“You are something else, bunny. Really think you know better than me, don’t ya?” He’s started slinking towards her, causing her to back up until she’s pressing up against the wall. He presses a forearm up by her temple, leaning into her. She’s trying to not dissolve on the spot.
“Steve, that’s not what this is about. I-I talked with one of my professors about those pills. He told me it's some of the nastiest stuff out there. People get addicted to them all the time. Please, I just wanna help you.” His other hand has come down to grip her hip harshly, his fingers flexing into the skin and sure to leave bruises.
“Stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong and stop trying to play doctor on me. You wanna help? Here’s how you can help. If you’re so hell-bent on taking away my pills, my relief, I think it’s only fair you make it up to me, don’t you?” She’s trying to steady her breathing, but can’t help the light gasps that rise as Steve nudges the slope of her neck with his nose. He harshly grabs her jaw, forcing her gaze to focus on his steely expression. She hates that there’s already a simmering heat trailing down her spine.
“Words, now.”
“O-okay, Steve. I’ll m-make it up to you, w-whatever you want, baby. I’m s-s-sorry.” His smile is slick, not reaching his eyes.
“Want you on your knees, pretty. Can you do that? Be good for me and do what you’re told, for once.”
“Yes, Steve–” He cuts her off with a sharp squeeze to her jaw that makes her whimper.
“Not my name. Not right now.”
“Yes, daddy. I’ll be good for you.” Part of her wants to leave, just grab her bag and go. But she’s fixed to the spot by the way he’s looking at her. She figures it’ll be quick, a rough blowjob and then Steve will finally calm down, so she complies, kneeling down in front of him while he starts working at his belt buckle.
She goes to reach for his hips when he starts to unzip his jeans but he immediately swats her hands away.
“Uh-uh. You don’t get to touch. You don’t even get to think. That pretty head of yours has done enough thinking for a while. Just gotta sit there, open your mouth, and take it, you understand?” She nods as he comes behind her, drawing both her wrists back. When she feels the soft leather of his belt circling her wrists she shudders. She winces when he tugs the loop tight.
“C’mon, if you’re so smart why don’t you use your fucking words?” She gasps when he pulls on the belt, making her fall back onto her ass, her back crashing into his heaving chest.
“Yes, daddy. I understand.” Her voice doesn’t sound like her own anymore, entering that higher, breathier register that she knows only Steve can draw out. He grunts at that, squeezing her hips to help her back onto her knees before he’s getting up and coming back in front of her. He slips his jeans and boxers down just enough to tug his cock out, already hard as he fists himself. Stepping forward, he cards his fingers through her hair, tugging harshly to tilt her face up towards him.
“Open your mouth, bunny. You better be good for me.” She complies, letting her jaw slacken and Steve’s on her in an instant, forcing his thick cock past her lips as he holds onto her hair for leverage. She can’t help the small, sputtering chokes that come out around his length as he already begins fucking her mouth, getting deeper with each thrust. Normally, he’d give her time to work her way up to taking all of him, it wasn’t exactly an option to just go for it with his length if she didn’t want to gag. But Steve didn’t seem too concerned with that today, already grazing her throat with his tip.
“Fuck– that’s perfect– just take it, bunny– s’what your pretty little mouth is made for– don’t want you thinking– shit– or talking– just keep your lips around my cock all the time, huh?” She can’t exactly respond to his degrading words with the way he’s dragging her mouth up and down his cock, his fist in her hair guiding her. But she guesses he’s not really looking for a reply.
“What would your little egghead professors think– shit, take it– if they knew their star student spent her time sucking dick like a f-fucking whore, huh?” His words sting, but she hates to admit that they send a clenching ache right through her core too. Unfortunately, Steve seems to notice the way her thighs are clenching at his words and he lets out a jeering laugh.
“Aw, you like that, bunny? You like it when I call you a whore, huh? Guess you’re not as smart as you think you are, just a dumb slut for her daddy’s cock.” His thrusts are unrelenting, now hitting the back of her throat everytime, causing her to gag and sputter around his cock. She can’t help but wriggle her arms against the belt confining them, trying to find some purchase as he uses her mouth but with no success. On the next thrust, Steve’s hips still with his cock down her throat, her nose crushed up against his pelvis. Drool is dripping down her chin as she chokes around him. He just holds her there, and she starts to panic, trying to fight against the hold he has in her hair.
“You don’t need air, do you, pretty? Just need my cock down your throat, right? S’all you need, you stupid slut.” He finally relents, pulling out of her mouth and she’s a wheezing mess, coughing out exhales as she hunches over her shivering body. He’s still hard, but he tucks himself back into his boxers, watching her reel on the floor. Before she can catch her breath, he’s hauling her up by her armpits and pressing her back against the wall, her hands still bound behind her. The way he holds her jaw, fingers skating over her cheeks, is startlingly tender as he drinks in her cockdrunk appearance. His voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks.
“Look at you, bunny. So pretty for me.” Something in her snaps, her lip starting to wobble as tears pool over her lashes. Steve sighs and she shivers under his delicate touch as he wipes away the first tears to fall.
“What’s got you crying, baby? I don’t like it when you cry, at least not very much.” His grin is sardonic and entirely patronizing as he watches her crumble. She’s trying to stifle the sobs that want to flood her body, her words coming out on heavy shudders.
“You’re s-s-so mean, Steve. I-I j-j-just wanted to h-h-help you.” He tuts, drawing his fingers under her chin to tilt her eyes up to his.
“Aw, you did help, pretty. You and that perfect little mouth of yours. And you know what else? I think you liked it.” With that, he wrenches one of his hands into the front of her jeans, cupping her cunt and stroking harshly through her folds. She lets out a broken gasp at his brutal movement. Steve just chuckles.
“See, bunny? You’re fucking soaked. All because daddy fucked your little throat, huh?” He easily slips two fingers into her, curving them in a way that makes her let out a long, preening cry. She stumbles in his grip, pressing her forehead into his shoulder as he starts fucking her with his fingers.
“P-please, daddy, it’s too much.” He scoffs in her ear, not letting up with his relentless thrusts.
“I know what’s too much for you, bunny. Daddy knows what’s best, right?” When she doesn’t answer, his other hand comes down in a harsh crack on the outside of her thigh and she yelps.
“Y-yes, daddy. You know w-what’s best!” She can feel his smile in her hair as he abruptly removes his fingers, causing her to slump in his hold.
“Atta girl, I think that little brain of yours is finally starting to get it right.” She can’t tell where the pleasure ends and the pain from his words begins, but she knows that the more he says, the more poison that drips off his tongue, the smaller she feels in his grip. Holding her in his arms, he walks them over to the couch, facing her towards the arm rest and bending her over it, her cheek smearing into one of the cushions. Her arms are still bound behind her back and she’s all but given up tugging at them, but Steve seems to notice her squirming.
“If I take the belt off will you be good for me, bunny?”
“Yes– yes, I will, daddy– please– be so good for you.” He shushes her, laying a kiss in the middle of her spine before finally unwinding the belt from her wrists. She flexes her hands, whimpering at the ache that’s already set into her joints. Steve presses a kiss to both of her wrists and she can’t help the shudder that runs through her at his gentle movements.
“There you go, baby. I know it hurts, I’m sorry. Gonna make you feel so much better.” His hands snake under her waist, undoing her jeans before sliding them down her legs. His rough palms splay over the swell of her ass, squeezing the flesh and making her gasp.
“Daddy’s gonna make you feel good, bunny. I promise. But, I just don’t think you’ve quite learned your lesson.” She jolts at that, craning her neck to look at him.
“No– I have! I promise I have, daddy!” He chuckles, catching her off guard when he lands a harsh smack to her ass that sends her lurching forward into the couch.
“You saying you know better than daddy, baby?” She shakes her head, burying her face into her forearms.
“N-no, daddy. Just don’t want it to hurt.”
“Aw, pretty, you won’t learn if it doesn’t hurt, yeah?” He runs his palms up and down her spine, a soothing before the storm.
“Tell you what. Since you’re being so good for me now, we’ll just do five alright? No belt, just my hand.” That’s a small mercy. She hates when he uses the belt, and he knows it. She sighs, nodding her acceptance.
“Does that first one count?” He chuckles, hands squeezing her hips.
“I don’t think so, pretty. That one was a warning, these five are punishment. You think your little brain can handle counting them for me?” She huffs at that, he’s twisting an already deep knife in her gut, but she nods.
The first blow is quick and she yelps out “one!” For a while after, he just rubs his palms on her ass to the point that her legs start trembling in anticipation. He abruptly lands the second and third in the same spot and she shrieks out the count. She already knows that he’s aiming to leave a mark. The fourth and fifth come quick too and she’s been reduced to a mess in the aftermath. Tears are streaming down her face and her whole body shivers under his touch, but she can also feel the wetness smearing across the inside of her thighs. Steve leans over her, draping his warm chest across her back and she reaches a hand back to grab onto his thigh.
“Did so good for me, baby. My good girl, huh?” He presses a kiss into her temple before he hoists her up, keeping her back pressed to his chest as she’s all but slack in his arms. He helps her step out of her jeans and panties, turning her around in his arms and letting her clasp her hands around his neck. She’s mute in his hold, pressing her face into his neck as his hands slide down her thighs to hoist her legs around his hips.
He pads into the bedroom, laying her down across his bed and slotting himself between her legs. She brings her hands to the hem of his shirt and he gets the hint, sitting back and shucking it off over his head. She thinks that she’ll never get used to it, seeing him bare. There’s strange scars along his abdomen, she assumes from previous burns, but he’s still the prettiest thing she’s ever seen, all tan muscle and the sweetest little freckles. He motions for her to sit up, slipping her shirt off when she does before pressing them both back into the mattress in a harsh kiss. His tongue invades her mouth immediately, wrapping her senses in a hazy fog of him. He pulls away with a hot gasp.
“Need to be inside you, baby. Need your pussy so bad.” She just sighs out his name, watching him lean back to tug his cock out of his boxers before dropping the heavy tip against her folds. She whines when he draws the head of his cock through her cunt, her wetness smearing over the length of him.
“Tell me you want it, pretty. Tell me you want me.” He dips into her entrance and she gasps at the feeling.
“I want it, Steve, please– want you now.” He rolls his hips forward in one smooth thrust that sends her reeling, her hands clinging to his back as she cries out at being entirely full with him. He groans into her neck, quickly finding a steady rhythm as he fucks into her.
“Fuck– pussy’s made for me, baby– so perfect– just take it.” He brings one hand down to toy with her clit and it makes her hips buck up into his as she chokes on his name.
“Come for me, pretty– need it so bad– you better fucking come right now.” Her release sneaks up on her and then she’s falling hard, spasming around his dick and digging her nails into his back. He isn’t far behind her, fucking her through her high before he thrusts into her one final time and spills inside her with a shivery groan. They’re both panting, laying entangled in a hazy stillness as they come down. The ache is already coming back into focus, in her wrists and along the swell of her ass. She winces hard when he finally pulls out.
He had certainly gotten her good and fucked out, but she’s all too quickly coming out of the haze, all the dark things he said resting heavy on her chest until it feels like she can’t breathe. She goes to get up, but he’s quick to stop her, bringing his hands to her shoulders to press her back.
“Woah, easy, baby. Just lemme take care of you.” She shakes off his hands, dipping under his hold to stand and shuffle into the bathroom.
“‘I’m fine, Steve. Just– give me a minute.” She scrubs her hands down her face before turning in the mirror to take in the sight of her mottled ass. Sure enough, there’s a perfect, blotchy, red handprint across her one cheek, it even looks like he broke skin around the edges. There’s little bruises dotting her hips as well from where he had dug his fingers in, and she hisses as she runs her fingers over them. It’s then that she catches sight of her wrists in the mirror, rubbed red and raw from his belt. Normally, she enjoyed this kind of thing, evidence of a good session with Steve. But right now, the sight of her weary body coupled with his words still swirling in her head just makes her want to cry.
“Baby?” She’s startled out of her thoughts by Steve’s hoarse voice. He’s leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest and a furrowed look across his face. She sighs, not quite able to meet his gaze as she brushes past him back into the bedroom. He’s following behind her mutely as she grabs her shirt, quickly pulling it back on before walking out into the living room to get her panties and jeans. She’s sliding her pants up her legs when he finally speaks again.
“W-what are you doing?”
“I think I should go, Steve.”
“What? What do you mean? Baby, I– you need someone to take care of you, lemme look at those bruises.” He goes to reach for her but she flinches, stepping back away from him. He stops dead in his tracks.
“All that shit that you said, did you mean it?” He gives her a confused look, but she presses on.
“Steve, your words really hurt me. All that talk about me being your stupid slut. I-It felt different, it felt like you meant it.” He swallows hard.
“I was just angry, baby. I didn’t mean that shit. You just– you caught me off guard with those– those fucking pamphlets– and then the pills. I overreacted, I–”
“I can’t keep doing this, Steve!” His face crumples in an instant at her words, and when he speaks, his voice is so small it makes her breath catch.
“Can’t keep doing what?” She huffs, throwing her arms out in frustration.
“This! All I wanna do is help you and all you wanna do is push me away. It’s-it’s absurd. Why you won’t stop being so fucking stubborn is beyond me. But then, you just get so nasty about it, so mean.” She lets out a bitter laugh, sitting down on the edge of the couch and holding her head in her hands.
“And the worst part is, I let you be that way to me. I keep trying to help you and you keep lashing out at me a-and I can’t take it anymore, Steve. I just can’t.” Her words seem to have left him speechless, he just stands there, his eyes searching her face. She huffs, standing and heading towards the front door. It’s silent as she shrugs on her coat and puts on her shoes, sliding her bag up her arm. When she goes to open the door, however, his large hand comes into view, pressing the door shut. She turns around to tell him off, but chokes on her words when she sees his face. His eyes are swimming in tears, his expression completely crumpled.
“Please don’t go, baby. I’m sorry– I’m so sorry. You know I didn’t mean any of that stuff I just– I got freaked out, ok?”
She pinches the bridge of her nose with her fingers, squeezing her eyes shut to keep from crying anymore.
“You say that every time this happens, Steve. I can’t keep believing what’s obviously a lie.” And then, Steve does something she couldn’t have expected in a million years. He gets down on his knees in front of her.
“I swear it’s not a lie this time, I swear. I-I’ll go to a shrink like you want me to– I won’t take anymore of those pills, just– please don’t fucking leave me, baby. You-you’re so good a-and so smart and– I love you, I really fucking love you.” It’s the first time he’s said it, and she wishes more than anything that it had been under any other circumstance. For a moment, she wonders to herself how she got here, in only three months, completely entangled with this broken man. She’s startled out of her thoughts when he wraps his arms around her hips, burying his face into her stomach.
“Please, baby. You know I need you.” She tentatively rests her hand in his hair, feeling the way he slackens against her at the contact. She draws her fingers through his hair firmly, tilting his head back to look at her. She lets out a long sigh.
“Listen to me, Steve Harrington. This is it. I swear to god if you’re lying, if anything like today happens again? I’m gonna leave and I’m never gonna come back.” His eyes go wide at her words and he’s quick to get on his feet, cupping her face in both his palms.
“I promise, it’s never gonna happen again. Gonna be better for you. Love you so much, baby.” She lets him press a damp kiss to her lips before pulling back.
“Will you let me take care of you now, pretty?” She nods, having to admit that her skin is smarting under the rough material of her jeans. He gives her a sweet smile before taking her hand and leading her back into his bedroom.
…
She swears she could get whiplash from how quickly Steve can change, going so sweet on her the second he has her laid back out on his bed. He gently peels her jeans down her legs, having her turn over onto her stomach while he rubs aloe lotion into her welts, murmuring apologies as he works. He thumbs at her wrists before kissing each, letting her turn onto her side while he slides behind her, wrapping her up in his arms. She’s exhausted from everything and falls asleep easily, moored by the steady rise and fall of his solid chest pressed into her back.
When she wakes up, it’s much later, the sun already setting on the city. Steve stirs behind her, grumbling into her neck.
“Can you stay tonight?” She hums her affirmation. She’s off RA duty until tomorrow and doesn’t have morning classes either, she can stay. Steve sighs. Her voice is hoarse when she speaks.
“How’s your head?” He groans.
“Hurts. I’ll take some advil.” Relief floods through her system that he really has seemed to drop the prescription debate.
“You can probably take a higher dose than normal, just for a little while before it starts getting better.” He sighs again, a seeming acceptance of her words. She wills herself to believe that it will get better.
“You hungry, baby?” She hums another yes to his question, turning in his arms to look at him.
“Should probably get something in you before you take anything too.”
They order takeout from her favorite spot, something Steve does every time he’s had to apologize to her. She’s had a lot of takeout in the last three months. She hopes this time really is different.
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Instinct - Part 12
Summary: Omegas were rare. Some even thought them extinct. So when Boba contacts Din saying he has a gift Din can’t refuse, the last thing he expects to find is an omega in need of an alpha. Din has to make the hard decision, but what else was he really doing anyways? But naturally, there’s more to this omega than meets the eye.
Pairing: Din Djarin x reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, fluff, A/B/O, brief mention of injuries, unplanned pregnancy, brief discussion of abortion (more implied than an actual discussion), so much softness omg
A/N: It's hard to believe this story is over. It's been fun writing it and I'm kind of sad that it's over. I wound up going a different direction with the story than I originally planned. I'm a little bummed that I didn't go with the original idea but it would have been more complex and taken a lot longer to get to inevitably the same ending. I think I'm just ready to finish this one up and let it lie with this ending.
Thank you to all of my readers, I'm so grateful that all of you took the time to read and enjoy this story. Here's to whatever comes next!
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You stare out at the flickering blue of hyperspace. You’re tired. Your heat has taken its toll on you. You’re still achy, your inner thighs raw from Din’s stubble. You had left not long after your heat ended, Din getting a comm message from Karga about the location of some of the targets, and the bounty on their heads.
Din wanted to get things taken care of before they disappeared again, or someone else found them. He had packed things up, hauling their belongings and you, still half asleep onto the Crest before leaving the planet.
Three of them. One more and you’d be on their way to Navarro.
It wasn’t like you necessarily needed the credits. Boba could easily send more, and would if you asked. Din wanted to do things his way, though. The dumb alpha instinct to prove their worth, to prove they could properly care for a mate, for a family.
You curl up in your seat, tucking your knees to your chest. Din had proven himself time and time again to more, more than he needed to. You won’t change his mind, though. He was determined to see this through. You’re saving others from what you went through. That’s what you tell yourself. It’s not all about revenge. It would be impossible, now that you know the truth. Now that you remember.
A shiver runs down your spine as memories run through your head. What happened to the others? Had any of them escaped? Or had you been lucky to survive, to be taken by the pirates and saved from a worse fate?
You don't want to think about it anymore. You screw your eyes shut, focusing on the scent of your alpha heavy in the air, letting it relax you. He smells musky, both of you still recovering from your heat. From what you can remember, it had been an intense one. More intense than your last. Perhaps the suppressants were finally completely out of your system. Or maybe it was just your body’s reaction to going years without a heat.
You can still feel the lingering effects of it. Your brain feels fuzzy still, your body warm. Everything is louder, stronger, more amplified. You want to crawl into Din’s lap and sink right under his armor into his skin.
If only that were possible.
***
You wake when the ship lands. It startles you for a moment before you’re able to get your bearings. You rub your eyes, Din running a hand over your head before leaving the cockpit. You let your brain wake up more before you follow him, dropping into the hull.
“Stay with the ship.” Din says, loading the last of his weapons. “This won’t take long.”
You grab his arm before he can walk away, turning him to face you. You reach up, lifting his helmet just enough to reveal his mouth. You stand on your toes, pressing your lips to his. His hands grab your waist, holding you steady as you kiss him. Your brain feels fuzzy, still fighting the lingering buzz from your heat.
“As soon as I get this done,” Din murmurs against your lips, squeezing your sides. “I’ll come back and help you.”
You let out a quiet whine, but relent, letting him go. You watch him leave the ship, the ramp closing behind him. You crawl into the nest, burrowing yourself in Din’s scent to wait for his return.
It only takes two hours before the ramp is lowering once more, Din leading someone into the ship. You lay still, buried beneath the blankets out of sight. You hear the familiar rush of air from the carbonite chamber before footsteps approach. You don't move, don't reveal yourself, but you don't have to. The blankets shift slightly, a gloved hand reaching beneath them. You lean into his touch, keening quietly. Your underwear is soaked through, your mind racing nonstop in his absence.
The cool air of the Crest hits your skin as the blankets are tossed off, your body rolling to present for him. His hand presses into your back, holding you flat against the floor. You buck your hips, desperate for any sort of friction, any contact to alleviate the need rushing through you.
Gloved hands slip under the waistband of your pants and underwear, tugging both down just far enough. Din inhales deeply, groaning at the scent of you heavy in the air.
“Could smell you outside the ship.” He growls, pressing his body flat against yours.
You keens, bucking your hips up to grind against his hard length. He reaches between them, guiding his cock into your slick folds. You gasp at the stretch, back arching to take him deeper.
“Stinking up the ship with that needy pussy.” He growls, a hand tangling in your hair to tilt your head and reveal your neck. “All for me, huh?”
“Yes, alpha!” You whine as he pulls back before slamming his hips against your ass. “Need you. Need you so bad.”
He shushes you, lips tracing your neck. “I’ve got you, omega. Let your alpha take care of you.”
You practically sob as he begins thrusting into you, his movements slow and deep. Your clit drags along the blanket under you, making you dizzy with pleasure. His lips close around your mark, fingers tangling with yours to hold you steady as he fucks you. You’re loud, keening and whining and moaning under him as he fucks you through your first orgasm. He doesn’t slow any, keeping his pace steady.
“Alpha, alpha!” You chant his title like a prayer, moving your body with his. “Need your cum! Please!”
He shushes you, shifting his hips just slightly to hit that spot inside you with every thrust. His teeth sink into your shoulder, your body shuddering violently under him as you cums a second time, soaking him and the blankets with your slick.
He releases with a groan inside you, keeping his hold on your shoulder for a moment as he fills you with his cum. You let out little whines beneath him, your hips still jerking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. He releases your shoulder, running his tongue along the teeth marks indented in your skin.
You go limp beneath him, his arms slipping under you to roll them to one side. He holds you against his chest, fingers tracing your skin as he continues to lap at your mark. He’s still buried inside you, half-hard in your pussy.
“I need to get us on our way to Nevarro.” He says, lips brushing your skin.
You make a noise in protest, grabbing onto his wrists with surprising strength before he can get up.
“I won’t be gone long.” He says, shifting his hips to pull out of you. “I’ll be back.”
You make a disgruntled noise as he leaves the nest, mind working off of muscle memory to get the ship out of the atmosphere and into hyperspace. As soon as you’re headed towards Nevarro, he descends into the hull once more, crawling back into the nest with you.
***
The warning alarm that the ship is about to drop out of hyperspace draws him from the nest. You shift in your sleep as he pulls himself from you, climbing back into the cockpit. He lands the ship, finding you sitting up in the nest when he gets back down to the hull.
“We land already?” You ask, rubbing your eyes.
“Just did.” He says, putting pieces of his armor back on.
You get up, stepping into the fresher. “You’re lucky you have armor to hide behind.”
“You look fine.” He says, slipping his blaster into the holster.
“I most certainly do not.” You step back out. “If I go out there looking like this, people are gonna ask questions.”
He eyes the bite mark on your shoulder, and the bruises across your collarbones and the sides of your neck. “You can always say it was a fight.”
You give him a look. “Yeah, because people are gonna believe that. ‘You think this is bad, you should see the other guy.’” You mock, changing into clothes that offer better coverage.
“You did quite a number on me.” He says.
You shoot him a glare over your shoulder as you try to fix your hair so it doesn’t look like you’d fucked the entire trip. “Yeah, but no one’s gonna see it but me.”
“Good.” He growls, his chest pressing against your back.
You roll your eyes, smacking his arm with your brush. “Don’t we have things to do? People to see?”
He rests his helmet against the side of your head for a moment before letting you go. He’s glad to see you're back to your normal self again, even if you are a bit of a pain in his ass. His hand brushes your side as you wait for the ramp to lower, feeling the blaster tucked into your pants. He smiles a bit behind his helmet. He never has to remind you.
He takes your hand, leading you down the ramp. Karga and Cara are there already, waiting for you.
“You never fail to impress me.” Karga says, greeting Din with a handshake. “I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”
“It was an easy job.” Din says.
“Come on,” Karga says, clapping Din’s shoulder. “Let’s get them off-loaded then we can talk payment.”
***
“How many have you found?” Cara asks as you sit around a table in the cantina.
“Counting these three, ten.” Din answers. “Not nearly all of them, but things have gotten... complicated.”
“They’re figuring it out.” Karga says.
Din nods. “That, and...”
“The Empire was involved.” You answer for him, not wanting to beat around the bush like Din was probably going to. You had no reason to lie, no reason to hide it. “They were the ones that picked us up trying to escape Mandalore.”
“What would the Empire want with a bunch of Mandalorians?” Karga asks.
“They wanted to study our kind.” You answer. “They wanted to know about our abilities. The heightened senses, increased strength, all of it. All beings are capable of waking it, but most have forgotten how. Mandalorians are one of the last groups that remember, and actively practice.”
“This is getting into dangerous territory.” Cara warns.
“I know.” Din says. “That’s why we came here after picking up the last three. We...have to decide what to do next.”
“You can stay as long as you’d like.” Karga says. “I’ll put you up in a nice house on the outskirts, lots of privacy. My treat.”
Din glances down at you, seeing the desire in your gaze. He’d be content staying in the ship, but he knows you miss a real roof over your head, a real bed. Your last vacation had really taken its toll on your omega instincts. He might never get you to leave if you stay.
His shoulders slump a bit. “Fine.”
***
What Din was hoping would only be a few days turns into a couple weeks. You had quickly fallen in love with Nevarro and its newly refreshed culture. You had yet to talk about your next move, as Karga was insistent on spoiling you and showing you all the best that Nevarro now had to offer. You were eating it up, and Din didn’t have it in him to stop you.
After a few days, you began to slow down a bit. It was really what prompted him to stay longer than those few days. You were acting strangely, stranger than normal. You were more agitated, tossing and turning at night and then sleeping late into the day. He wondered if it was some lasting effect from your heat, or perhaps the underlying stress had caused your heat to start back up.
You weren't showing any other normal symptoms of a heat, though.
In fact, you were acting the opposite.
Besides your grumpy attitude, he had been forced to sleep on the floor a couple times after you’d nearly pushed him off the bed. You’ve dodged his touches a few times, as well as shrugged off a few others. Your instincts were going haywire, and it was putting him on edge.
His natural first thought was that someone had slipped something into some food or a drink. You weren't acting like you had been slipped a suppressant. Spice didn’t have much of an effect on your kind either, and he can’t think of anything else that could be causing such a reaction. It could just be delayed stress, or your body fighting some sort of illness. He considered contacting Boba, but he probably wouldn’t be able to offer up an explanation either.
He should just load you up and take you back to Tatooine, but he’s worried a confined space might make you more agitated. The last thing he needs is an agitated omega in hyperspace. He could slip you something to help you sleep through the trip, but you’d be raging when you woke up again.
He could always command you to.
He doesn’t want to do that. It would be cruel. It would break the trust that had formed between them. He had told himself he’d only do it if he had no other choice, and this doesn't feel like the right situation.
He won’t do that to you.
He resorts to just asking you.
He approaches you in the morning. You’re seated at the small table in the kitchen, your back to him. He keeps his distance, remembering the stories of how aggressive your omega is. He doesn't want to risk you getting hurt.
He says your name, watching you from behind.. You let out a grunt in response. “Are you okay?” He asks.
Your shoulders tense, hands closing into fists where they’re laying on the table. You're annoyed, the sharp scent filling the air. “Why?”
Din shifts slightly on his feet. “You’ve been acting...different. Are you...feeling alright?”
“Fine.” You snap. “I’m fine.”
Din decides not to push it. You're not fine, but you're not in a place to answer either.
***
You feel like you're’s going insane. You're tired, the same kind of tired you’d felt when you were on suppressants. You can’t sleep, though. Sleep evades you, leaving you tossing and turning until the early hours of the morning. You're on edge, every sound too loud, every smell too strong.
And Din. His very presence is making your skin crawl. His scent, the quiet clank of his armor and shuffle of his flight suit is driving you up the wall. He’s been clingy lately, and you know it’s because of the way you’re acting, but the last thing you want is him close. You want space. You want to run off into the lava fields and just sit in silence for hours and breathe.
You can’t, though. Din would be after you in an instant.
Not to mention, you've started to feel sick. Certain smells have started to make you feel nauseous. If you lay a certain way too long you begin to feel it, the churning in your stomach. You refuse to be sick. It would only worry Din more, which would only make you more agitated.
You hate it.
So, you decide to visit the medical center.
You slip out at night, after Din is fast asleep. You felt bad for forcing him on the floor, but the idea of him being that close, touching you, his body heat, all of it made your skin crawl.
You slip out the door without him knowing, taking the short walk into town. You're on edge, every little sound making you jump and swing your light stick around. The town is dimly lit but quiet as you creep along the streets. Something tickles at the back of your neck as you nears the medical center, footsteps that aren’t your own sounding behind you.
You slow your pace, hand slipping under your poncho. You spin, drawing your blaster, your heart in your throat. You tense, staring wide eyed at Cara.
“Sorry,” The woman lifts her hands in surrender. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” Her lips lift in a smile. “You’re a quick draw.”
You lower your blaster, taking a breath. “I had a good teacher.”
“Where are you sneaking off to in the middle of the night?” Cara asks, taking a couple steps closer.
You slip the blaster back into your waistband. “The medical center.” You answer honestly. “I need to get a test done.”
Cara stares at you for a moment before nodding. “Would you like some company?”
You swallow nervously. You don't want to go to the medical center. You know you might react like you did the last time. Especially being so on edge, there’s no telling what might happen, and with Din absent...
“Sure.” You nod. Maybe having someone there will help. Of course, Cara might tell Din, but he’s going to find out eventually if it is true.
***
Din sits up, wide awake. It’s still dark out, the room lit from the moon shining in the window. Something is wrong, something is off. He can sense it, but his waking brain can’t quite figure it out. He glances around the room, seeing no intruders. He can’t hear anything either.
He glances to the bed, the sheets messy and thrown back. You’re missing.
His heart leaps into his throat, body moving before he can even think. He’s on his feet, stepping through the door into the rest of the house. The fresher is open, the kitchen empty, and the living room. Have you run away? Did someone sneak in and take you? It would be impossible.
You've gotten past him before.
He slams his finger on the button to open the door, stepping out into the night. He quickly scans his gaze across the front of the house, the tension leaving his body almost instantly.
You’re sitting in a chair in front of the house, knees pulled to your chest. The lamp is turned on, on the table next to you. You're staring out into the darkness, not even noticing his presence.
He moves slowly, approaching you cautiously. You could snap, you could jump at him. If he startles you, you might try to shoot him again. You don’t acknowledge him at all, not seeming to notice, even as he sits in the chair next to you. He casts his gaze out where you’re looking, but he doesn’t see anything. He’s scared to break the silence, but he has to know. You're acting strangely, even more strange than before and it’s scaring him.
“Din?” You whisper, voice barely audible even in the silence.
“Yes, cyare?” He says, looking at you.
Your gaze is still off in the distance, your hands tugging at your pant legs. “I want to go back to Tatooine.”
“Okay.” He says. He had told you all you needed to do was ask and he would. He had meant it. Whenever you wanted to, he would end your hunt and take you back to Tatooine.
“I don’t want to do this anymore.” You continue.
He doesn’t need an explanation or a reason, but he’s not going to interrupt you. He does want to know what’s been going on, and if this is his answer, then he’s going to let you talk.
“Din...I’m pregnant.”
His hands close around the arms of the chair, his stomach dropping. This was unexpected. He hadn’t even taken that into consideration. You both have the implant, though he knew the regular implant was questionable in its ability to protect against the kind of virility omegas experienced while in heat. Omegas had their own ways to protect themselves during their heat, but that knowledge had been lost.
It would explain your sudden change, the aggressiveness, your sleep habits. There was a big change happening within you, and your body was rapidly trying to adjust. He remembered once seeing a newly pregnant omega when he was a boy. She had nearly taken the head off of her alpha.
“It’s nothing personal.” He had said. “Just her body and her mind doing what it needs to do.”
She’d calmed as the baby developed, and her bond with her alpha had grown to the point they were rarely apart. Had things been the way they were supposed to, you would have been surrounded by omegas, both mated and unmated, to help care for you during your pregnancy, especially in the late stages. Birthing was a sacred omega space. Alphas were only allowed in if something went wrong. The omegas would have continued to care for you and the pup after birth, until you recovered.
Things weren’t the way they were supposed to be, though. With fewer and fewer omegas, and fewer and fewer safe spaces for them, omegas relied on their alphas for help. There was nothing sacred anymore, no help that only other omegas could provide.
“I’m scared.” You whisper, a tear sliding down your cheek.
He slowly reaches over, giving you plenty of time to turn, to push him away again. You stay still, letting him pull your hand from where it’s tugging at your pants. He wraps his fingers around your hand, squeezing it gently. “You don’t have to.”
Your head snaps to him, teary eyes wide. “What?”
“You don’t have to do this. If you’re not ready, if you want to wait, to...to plan things before...it’s your choice.”
You stare at him. “But...but what about you?”
He traces your knuckles with his thumb. “You’re the one that has to go through this. If you don’t want to...if you’d rather wait...it’s your choice.”
You look back down at your lap. “I...I don’t know.” You squeeze his hand. “I think having the baby will be the easy part.”
He tilts his head as he stares at you. “Why’s that?”
You turn your gaze back to him. “We have to tell Boba.”
***
Your leg bounces nervously as you sit in the Crest. You’d left Nevarro a few hours ago with promises to keep them updated and visit every so often. You had debated staying there permanently, but deep down you know you want to be with your family. You’d already lost one family, you want to spend as much time as you can with your new one.
You're also nervous about telling Boba. You had told him you were returning, but you hadn’t explained why. You hadn’t told him about the Empire, or their little accident that led to you remembering either. He’s probably thinking the worst, and you do feel just a little guilty about not telling him anything.
“We’ll be landing soon.” Din says, the Crest beeping as it warns of their approach. “This is the right thing to do.”
“I know.” You say, curling your fingers around the end of your poncho. “I don’t think we could do this alone.”
“We shouldn’t have to.” He says, guiding the ship out of hyperspace and towards the red planet. “It’s our safest option.”
You let out a long breath as Din flies the ship towards the palace. It feels good, being home after so long, after everything that happened. Tatooine is home now, the first place that’s felt like home since you lost Mandalore so long ago.
Din takes your hand as the ramp lowers, squeezing it gently. Fennec is waiting for them, a smile tugging at her lips as you make their way down the ramp.
“So you survived the trip.” She says to Din.
“Barely.” You snort, wrapping your arms around Fennec in a hug.
“We weren’t expecting you back so soon.” Fennec says, holding you tightly.
“There’s been a change of plans.” Din says.
“That’s not a bad thing.” She releases you, nodding towards the door. “Boba’s got a surprise waiting for you in the throne room.”
You glance at Din before taking his hand, following Fennec into the palace. She leads you to the throne room, Boba’s voice floating up the stairs. You half expect him to be holding court, but you're surprised there’s no one there. At least not where you’d expect.
A tiny green head turns as you enter the throne room, letting out a soft cooing sound.
Din stiffens beside you, dropping your hand. “Grogu?”
The small bundle leaps into the air, practically flying right into Din’s arms. You take half a step back, surprised at the sudden agility from the small creature.
“It’s you.” Din breathes, staring down at Grogu. “What are you doing here?”
“Arrived in an X-Wing.” Boba says, stepping down from the throne. “I thought we were getting a visit from the New Republic.”
“How long has he been here?” Din asks, holding Grogu against his chest.
“Two days.” Boba answers. “I was going to tell you, but then I got your message about returning here. Figured it would be a nice welcome home.”
You step up to Boba, throwing your arms around his neck. He holds you tightly, rubbing your back as you press your face into his neck. You can smell it, the faint whiff of something that might have been, had he not been born as a clone.
“Hello, ad’ika.” He says, continuing to hold you as you cling to him.
“I missed you.” You whisper, not realizing just how much you had missed him.
“I know.” He says, gently prying you away. “But you’re here now.” He brushes the hair from your face, before letting you go.
You turn back to Din, looking down at the green bundle in his arms. You knew about Grogu, at least who he was to Din and what had happened to him. Din had told you all about his adventures with the little green troublemaker who also happened to be a wizard of sorts. Or, at least that’s how Din had described him.
Din introduces you, looking down at Grogu.
He leaps from Din’s arms, and you instinctively grab onto him before you even realize it’s happened. “Oh my.” You say, settling him before looking down at him. He blinks up at you with huge brown eyes, tilting his head. “You are the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” You practically squeal, slapping Din’s arm with your hand. “You didn’t tell me he was this cute!” You wrap your arms around Grogu, squeezing him against your chest. “I just wanna squeeze him!” You release him after a couple seconds, adjusting him in your arms so you're cradling him like a baby. “You, little cutie,” You tap his little nose. “Are never leaving us again.” You turn, giving Din a pointed look.
“I think we have a lot to discuss.” Boba says, watching you with a suspicious look on his face.
Din nods. “We do.”
“Are you hungry?” Boba asks.
Both you and Grogu look up at him. “Yes!” You answer before he’s even finished asking.
“Of course you are. Shouldn’t have bothered asking.” Boba says, calling for the table and food to be brought into the throne room.
***
Din can barely keep his eyes off of you as you sit and eat lunch. Grogu is happily seated in your lap, eating food off your plate. You are on your third plate, having cleared most of the food yourself. Din’s arm is around the back of your seat, his own plate empty. He’d eat later.
Instead he tells Boba about your journey. He already knew some of it, thanks to your regular updates, but the last bit and the finer details he had missed out on. Din tells him most everything, keeping the more intimate bits out of the story. He tells him about your injury and the revelation about what had happened to the ship that never made it to Concordia.
“So why the sudden decision to come home?” Boba asks, looking between you.
You glance up at Din, staring into his visor for a moment. “I’m pregnant.”
The room falls silent, Boba setting his fork down slowly. Din’s hand tightens into a fist where it rests across the back of your chair. Even Grogu is quietly watching, looking between everyone.
“I thought you both had the implant.” Fennec says, breaking the tense silence.
“We do.” Din says. “Well, we did.”
“The efficiency of it is only theorized.” You say. “Omegas have a higher virility rate during heat cycles and the implant is designed for non-omegas. Depending on the virility rate during a certain heat, the implant can be rendered entirely ineffective. Omegas used to have ways to prevent pregnancy during heat cycles, but now that most of us are gone and Mandalore was destroyed, I’m not sure there’s anyone out there who still knows how to do it.”
“This is what you want?” Boba asks, still staring between you.
“We talked about it. A lot.” You say.
“We both agreed that maybe it’s time for a career change.” Din finishes for you.
“The offer still stands.” Boba says.
“Then I am more than happy to accept.” Din says.
You pass Grogu to Din before standing up, moving to Boba’s side. You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. “Thanks, Grandpa.”
“Easy, ad’ika.” Boba warns, but there’s a smile on his face.
***
Din steps out of the fresher, wearing nothing but a thin shirt and pants. You’re stretched out on the bed on your side, Grogu snuggled against your chest. He was already enamored with you, seeming to understand the new dynamic in the way that he understood a lot of things. Din had told him about you and your place in his life, and though Grogu hadn’t offered much in an agreement of understanding, Din knew he understood.
Din approaches the bed slowly, your eyes cracking open. “Do you want me to sleep on the floor?” He asks.
You shake your head, reaching out for him.
He crawls onto the bed, settling himself on the other side of Grogu. He can hardly believe Grogu is back. He doesn’t really understand why or how, but he’s glad Grogu has returned. He had missed the little troublemaker. Of course, the prospect of raising two children now is a bit intimidating, he at least already knew what to expect from Grogu.
You tangle a hand in his shirt, holding onto him. He stretches an arm above Grogu’s head, slipping it under your neck. You press your nose against his arm, inhaling his scent. “I’m happy.” You whisper, turning your face back to look at him. “I’m happy we got some of those nerf herders taken care of. I’m happy we decided to come back when we did. I’m happy you have Grogu back.”
“We have our aliit back together.” He says, lowering his other hand to your stomach. There’s no real bump there yet, no sign of the tiny life that’s forming, but he knows. Somehow he can sense your child forming inside you. “And soon, we’ll have another member.”
“I’ll try not to beat you up too much.” You say, lifting a hand to stroke his cheek.
He smiles, kissing the palm of your hand. “From what I’ve heard about you, I’d be more concerned if you didn’t.”
You smile, laughing quietly. “I love you.”
He puts a hand over yours, pressing it against his cheek. He stares at you, at the way you seem to glow in the low light of the room. You're beautiful. He’s so lucky to have you, so lucky to have been given the chance at something most Mandalorians only dreamed of. He has his aliit, you’re together and you’re safe. That’s what really matters.
He smiles, leaning over Grogu to kiss you softly. “I love you too.”
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Keep You Safe - A Marcus Moreno Statesman!AU
Pairing: Statesman Agent Marcus Moreno x Statesman Agent Reader x Agent Jack "Whiskey" Daniels
What’s this? Pat’s writing fanfic now? Well… no, not exactly. 😅 Consider this a loose concept for a fic that I’d want to write if I had a knack for writing, inspired solely by Pedro’s Emmy’s look. As soon as I saw it, it reminded me of Marcus Moreno and the costumes from the Kingsman movies. My brain’s been unable to think about anything else for the last couple days so I'm hoping that setting some of my headcanons free will help free up some brain space haha
Not really any warnings, it’s all pretty brief anyway. Highlights include: pining/unspoken feelings, fake dating, a love triangle dynamic that evolves into polyamory. The Boys keep their canon backstories for the most part. Reader is gender neutral.
The set up:
After sustaining an injury during his last mission, Heroic-turned-Statesman agent Marcus Moreno finds himself on temporary desk duty. He’s promised his daughter that he’ll stay out of harm’s way until he fully recovers. Desperately needing to feel useful while stuck behind the scenes, he's excited to receive his next assignment - as your new handler.
You have been a Statesman field agent for a few years now and have gone through your fair share of handlers - this isn’t your first rodeo. Nonetheless you appreciate Marcus’s unique experience and perspective as a former superhero. He’s kind, patient, and respectful, and the two of you become close rather quickly (while still keeping things professional).
While you’re away on missions, Marcus spends most of his time with Ginger, monitoring mission statuses and tech needs. His powers and weapons knowledge make him a good fit for the tech specialist team. Marcus and Ginger get along so well that their coworkers begin to joke that Ginger is his work wife. And yeah, they’re good friends, but she’s seen how he gets when you’re gone, steadfastly studying the wall of screens. He only has eyes for you.
Eventually, you get assigned to an undercover mission where you’ll be posing as one half of a romantic couple. Your lucky partner? One Jack “Whiskey” Daniels. You’ve worked with Jack a couple times before and while you find him to be a bit much sometimes, he’s charming and thoughtful under all the bluster.
Marcus, on the other hand, is apprehensive. He hasn’t met Jack yet but he’s heard the gossip around HQ about our flirty, larger-than-life cowboy. Ginger’s not-exactly-glowing comments about him certainly don’t help either, but she assures Marcus it’ll be fine.
Cue the mission with all its potential for tension and pining:
from Marcus having to watch the person he secretly has feelings for “fall in love” with someone else. Seeing the mission unfold and realizing that Jack’s not quite what his reputation suggests
to you actually slowly falling for Jack throughout the course of the mission (because it’s a fake dating story after all) but also having Marcus’s voice low and steady in your ear, always reminding you of his presence and the task at hand
to Jack knowing this is a fake arrangement (and that you and Marcus kinda sorta have a “thing” going) but wanting it to be real anyway, feeling his heart stirring for the first time in a very long time.
And obviously there’d be all the classic tropes. Couple practice. First kisses. One bed. A fancy gala. You know.
Maybe at one point, Jack becomes briefly incapacitated and Marcus has to step in and take his place for a moment to keep up ✨the ruse✨ Because they do look awfully similar from afar and who’s gonna notice really...
Something something the bond between two men, who’ve both experienced the loss of their previous partners, unexpectedly finding new love. The both of them witnessing the lengths the other is willing to go to to protect that love.
And then eventually the three of them work it all out and get together and fuck nasty. the end :)
#marcus moreno x reader#agent whiskey x reader#marcus moreno x reader x agent whiskey#Pat makes moodboards#and headcanons now I guess#headcanons? plot points? idk what to call them or what to do with them. I just need to get them OUT lol#no fic just vibes#possibly art or more moodboards at some point idk#keep you safe au#x reader
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