#that shot of first smiling? it just cured my depression
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Luke alvez gives the best hugs of the BAU team
i can do nothing but hard agree with this statement. it has been on my mind for days and i simply, merely, just want a hug from luke alvez of the BAU, that's all i want. my skin? clear. depression? cured. grades? flying high.
i think it would make me feel sane and so uhm, i wrote a couple of one-shots, they're like 300-500 words each but they have pulled me from the pits of the depression that was threatening to eat me up today.
so here they are
just a hug
pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader
summary; luke gives the best hugs in the BAU <3
warnings; fluff, pure fluff, domestic fluff, brief mention of injuries, brief mention of reader having a bad day, luke being a mozzarella hater (disappointed in him)
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Some days were just worse than others and today was one of the days that was bad. You and Luke had been at work all day. It was paperwork day and luckily, you had managed to avoid going on a case. You were thankful for that, you knew that you might have had a breakdown if you had to go on a case. It was just one of those days and Luke noticed. He knew and the second that you got through the door into your house, he wrapped you up in a hug.
You didn’t expect it but the second that his arms tightened around you, all the tension released and you melted into him. Your arms snaked around him, nuzzling your face in his chest. He smelt like home and his strong arms grounded you to the earth as he rested his face against your hair. Your fingers dug into him as you just breathed.
“I’m proud of you,” He muttered. You let out a sob-chuckle before you lifted your head so that you could meet his gaze. You looked into his eyes and moved one hand to rest against his cheek. Then you connected your lips with a soft kiss.
“I love you,” You whispered against his lips. He grinned and kissed you again before letting you snuggle back into him.
“I love you too.” You never felt as safe as you did in Luke’s arms. It was the most soothing thing in the world for you.
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The UnSub had managed to land a few punches on you as you had chased after him. Your face was bruised and bleeding but you were okay. You had caught the UnSub and he was at the PD but your face ached. The medic had cleared you but told you to ice your face which you couldn’t do until you had returned to the PD.
So, you decided to just sit in the car with a water bottle against your face, hoping that it would do something to stop the swelling. You watched from across the lot as the team discussed. Luke had caught your gaze a few minutes ago and sent you a sympathetic look. You tried to smile but it just hurt. He frowned.
You hadn’t expected him to come over but after he finished talking with the team, he appeared. He leant against the open car door and you looked up at him, annoyance written across your face but mainly cause you were in pain.
“How you feeling?” He asked. You gave him a look and he chuckled, “Okay, yeah, dumb question.” You rolled your eyes and placed the water bottle down onto the seat. It didn’t seem to be doing anything; all you wanted right now was comfort.
“Can I get a hug?” You asked. Luke’s hugs seemed always to make you feel a bit better. He and Garcia gave the best hugs in the BAU, hands down. So, they were your first port of call (and your closest friends) when you needed comfort. He chuckled and nodded. You stood up and wrapped your arms around Luke. He was still wearing the bullet-proof jacket but the hard material was somewhat comforting. He wrapped his arms around you, hand cupping the back of your head as you sighed.
“I’m impressed,” He stated. You scoffed and rolled your eyes but didn’t move from where you were nuzzled against him.
“Thanks,” You muttered, amused by his assertion.
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You and Luke were sitting on Rossi’s couch. Everyone was a few drinks deep and drinks meant that you were touchy. Though, Luke didn’t seem to mind all that much when you cuddled into his side. You were talking about different types of cheeses and you were judging him hard for his dislike of Mozzarella. You honestly weren’t sure how you got onto the topic but it amused you. Tara joined into the conversation every few minutes but she was mostly distracted by Reid and Emily which left you and Luke blissfully alone to bicker about cheese.
His arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you in and hugging you from the side. Usually, you would never admit that you liked having him close but you did. You and Luke were strictly platonic but sometimes, rarely, you thought about being more and moments like this when Luke was hugging you made you wonder how perfect your life could be.
“Told you, Mozzarella isn’t that good,” He mumbled against your hair, taking your silence as defeat. You let out a defiant scoff and shoved him playfully, pulling back. You crossed your arms over your chest.
“I was just thinking!” You bit back. He let out a teasing ‘uh-huh’ and you pouted. He rolled his eyes and gently tugged you back into him. There was only a moment of resistance before you let yourself fall back into him.
“You know I’m right.” You merely rolled your eyes at his assertion.
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Luke - much to his dismay - woke up to an empty bed and he rolled over, rubbing his eyes as he tried his best to locate you. It took him a moment to hear you singing in the kitchen downstairs. Roxy was gone from the dog bed and relief filled his chest. You were still here and he let a smile spread across his face as he clambered out of bed. He slipped a pair of pajama pants on before padding downstairs and finding you making coffee in the kitchen.
You were singing your favorite song at the top of your lungs as you swayed your hips, waiting for the coffee to be done and filling up Roxy’s bowl. He couldn’t help but grin as he watched you from the doorway. You placed the bowl of dry biscuits down before you returned to the counter, not even realizing he was there.
It was adorable and he watched you for a moment longer before he decided to finally make his presence known. He said good morning as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. You tensed for a moment before relaxing. You tilted your head back.
“Hi, baby,” You said before you leaned over and grabbed a mug for the two of you. His arms snaked around you as he buried his face in your neck. He pressed a kiss to your neck and you giggled, resting one of your hands over his, “You sleep okay?” You asked. He nodded. The warmth of his back pressed against you was a soothing feeling. It made you melt back into him.
“Slept great,” He mumbled. You reached out for the coffee pot and he let his hands slip away from you which made you groan in annoyance.
“Hey, I was enjoying that,” You muttered as you looked back at him. You then turned back and began to pour coffee for the two of you.
“Payback,” He retorted and you scoffed.
“For what?” You glanced at him before finishing with both coffees. Luke had creamer in his coffee while you just put some milk and sugar.
“Making me wake up alone,” He stated as he opened the fridge and began to pull out the supplies for breakfast. You scoffed.
“Yeah, yeah,” You rolled your eyes and once Luke had placed down the supplies, you grabbed his arm and tugged him so you could look at him. Then, you pressed a kiss to his lips, peppering a few before you settled back, arms still wrapped around his neck loosely, “You looked so pretty and peaceful. I couldn’t disturb that,” You shrugged. Luke chuckled, smiling bashfully as he met your gaze. He then pressed a kiss to your lips.
“I’ll make us breakfast,” He said. You nodded and pressed another kiss to his lips before you stepped back. You missed the feeling of his arms around you when you were away from him but you tried not to think about it too much.
<3
#luke alvez#luke alvez x reader#luke alvez x you#criminal minds#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds x you#luke alvez fluff#reader-insert#criminal minds fluff#luke alvez x reader fluff
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hello flower! i’ve never submitted an ask to tumblr before, but i just wanted to say this.
(btw, everything in this post is true. it’s kinda an unbelievable story)
i’ve been a fan of LB since it’s publish! i’m pretty sure i discovered it in mid 2018, so i’ve been here for a long time!
i’ve been following ur writing for years and watched you improve annually. i fell in love with your story and writing extremely quickly, and i always looked forward to your new chapters. i distinctly remember feeling ecstatic when keith finally revealed his face !!
however, in 2019, i suffered a catastrophic head injury whilst skiing, which caused me to lose most - if not all - my memories. in truth, i should of died or been in a coma, but i escaped with some critical injuries instead. a broken neck, fractured skull, broken eye socket, the whole shebang lol.
luckily, i was not paralyzed, and i can say now that my recovery has been well! i’m back to being fully functional (sometimes) except for a couple motor control issues.
but the real problem was my memory, i could remember my family and relationships, but i forgot practically every fundamental fact about myself, including my middle name. additionally, i suffered a lot from aphasia and neuro problems which made me struggle to understand sounds coming from people if that makes sense. to cure this, my mom and dad introduced me to (guess what!) voltron. they knew it was my fav show before the crash, so in a sense, they tried to reignite my memories and help work on my sensory processing ability.
i fell in love with the show - again- and watched it during my recovery. probably the only reason i can talk today is because of vld! i find it a little ironic that despite losing myself in the crash, i came full circle. and u can probably guess what happens next!
in 2021, i rediscovered ur fic whilst in the voltron tab. it kinda shocked me to see “Visited: 309” under the fic because i had no recollection of ever reading it. the person i was before must’ve loved it, so i gave it a shot! (btw, me before crash and me now i consider different ppl)
so, i began to read, every word from start to finish. and, as cheesy as it sounds, i think i fell in love again. my recovery has been endlessly difficult and was particularly rough 2020-2021, so this kinda supported me in a way. seeing the growing number of how many times i visited LB reminded me that i had existed the day before.
to give context, every morning i woke up, i would forget almost everything abt myself. eventually that got resolved, but it was jarring. so, seeing that number rise, and reliving the joy of reading LB for the first time gave me hope.
LB means so much to me for this reason. sometimes when it felt like i was losing my humanity to depression and pain, it reminded me that, out there, the previous versions of me were hoping to read LB again. in a sense, i was motivated to read the new chapters as an ode to my previous-day self if that makes sense.
now, 7 months after successfully waking up and remembering the previous day, i am writing this with tears in my eyes. i am writing this with a smile, and i’m writing this with the hope that it reminds you that your literature has saved me, and i’m sure countless other people.
in a way, i view LB as the sunrise. even though there’s the chance that tomorrow never comes, the sunrise serves as a reminder that the previous day existed, and that there are more sunrises to look forward to.
and, to be honest, i think that if i woke up forgetting everything everyday, id be okay with it because i get to read your fic for the first time - again. also, the humor in it is 10/10 haha!!
(also, if u were wondering or worried, i’m also okay with waking up with no memories do to other things and not just LB. incase u were worried that i’m strictly dependent on LB, which i’m not LMAO)
i would’ve submitted this a couple months ago, but i couldn’t put it into words. i don’t think i can possibly explain what you and your fic means to me, so the sun over the horizon will have to do.
even if you think that it’s cheesy that a goofy voltron fic means so much to someone, i hope you find it in yourself to treasure your talent and skill in writing.
i’m so excited for the next chapter, and the next sunrise i get to see <3
here is a pic of the sun i took this morning. thank you for writing, and reading this really long ask. there’s no pressure to respond, although it would be cool to see, but i hope you read this nonetheless. btw u can publish the response if u were wondering.
sincerely,
D <3
I have been trying quite desperately to compose an answer to this one since it first appeared in my inbox, and at this point I don't know that I'll ever be able to do you justice, but two months is far too long for you to have waited for something of this magnitude, so please bear with me while I endeavour to do my absolute best.
First and foremost, I am so sorry for everything you've been through (though I can only assume you've heard that sentiment ad nauseam, so do forgive me if you're sick of it), but more than that I am distinctly and unbelievably proud of the grace with which you seem to have taken such catastrophe in stride. I couldn't possibly claim comprehend the true scope of all that you've endured, but I hope in some small way it might give you,,, comfort? a sense of camaraderie maybe? to know that aphasia is something I'm intimately familiar with as a recurrent symptom of my migraines, due to them being hemiplegic in nature, so I know the frustration of being unable to comprehend sounds you know you should recognise- being unable to articulate your own thoughts- feeling half trapped inside your own damn skull- all too well, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone, least of so sweet a soul as yourself.
My darling, I'll say again: I am //fiercely fucking proud// of you, for not only enduring but in truth overcoming all that you have. Though we do not know one another, this message alone bleeds with such admirable strength of character that I cannot think you anything less than a remarkable and resilient individual, and to know that my writing could in any capacity support you through such an ordeal is both an honour and a privilege.
All my love,
lilflowerpot ♡
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“Could my fortune change?”
:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ || @vaedar
Happy? Ha, please. If this one only knew the level of depression this one just managed to crawl his way out of this last decade. Being shot in the back and abandoned by your ex all in the same day didn't exactly make for a happy mutant. Add to it the fact that his 'sister' chose to run off with said ex and the doctor giving him less than pleasant news? Needless to say it did not make for a happy Charles.
Charles STILL wasn't happy. Not in the slightest, but there was one golden lining that came out of the infamous beach divorce. A child; a mutant that appeared a few years later named Cain and were it not for Cain ( as well a few questionable encounters ), he might very well still be somewhere drinking himself to death.
❝I am a telepath. It is difficult for mutants like me to know TRUE HAPPINESS when we spend most of our time being berated by the thoughts and prayers of others,❞ he explained quietly. ❝Furthermore, my life... hasn't exactly been a picnic either. People assume because I grew up wealthy that I did not have troubles. I assure you that I did and even more so in the years following the passing of my parents, but enough about me.❞
He paused, sitting a little straighter. Vaedar seemed quite anxious and a little more than conscious of the people in the pub so Charles spared him his worries. Everything froze in place leaving the two of them completely alone in their conversation. Manipulating time was quite easy when he wasn't dosed on Hank's serum but as it were, he was on borrowed time. He was, in fact, still taking Hank's miracle 'cure'.
❝You needn't worry about this conversation being overheard. Even if someone could hear, I would simply make them forget. It is what I do best.❞ There is another long pause as he thinks about what he wants to say. When he dropped this place, it wasn't at all to recruit someone to live with him, especially since the X-Men weren't exactly a thing anymore. However, his telepathy sensed the aura of a mutant and when their hands met in greeting, the effect is what began this conversation in the first place.
❝Listen, I will not pretend to be some great, MUTANT SAVIOR because I am not. The rumors about me have been greatly exaggerated by those who once supported my dream. You should know I am merely a mutant who understands what it is like to feel alone in this world. That... emptiness... that feeling of being misunderstood should the wrong people find out about what I am is a trait I think all mutants share. We are ALONE, with no one but our own kind. Yes, I will die protecting homo sapiens but I will ALWAYS choose to help my people first. That is all I am saying. My home... my services, should you want them, are yours.❞
Time resumes with someone's drink being poured and conversations carrying on as if nothing had changed. Charles seemed exhausted, but he swallowed the feeling, refusing to let it be known just how much it took out of him to stretch his abilities on the drug. He moved to stand, placing a bill on the counter. ❝My treat this time. After all, you did just listen to one of my old hope speeches.❞ He smiled warmly, shaking his head.
❝I can make no promises about your fortunes, Vaedar. Mutants will never have it easy and as proven by my ex, there may never be a great change to take place in our lifetime but... someone has to hope for the best, yes? I will be the poor fool for us all.❞
#vaedar#ic ┆ I believe true balance lies somewhere between rage and serenity ( charles xavier )#verse ┆ i am fire and life incarnate: dark phoenix ( charles xavier )#verse ┆ we need you to hope again ( charles xavier )#long post tw#// because i told you i dont know how#to give you anything other than a gd novel
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All Is Lost
Summary: Zombies have taken over the world, humanity on the edge of extinction. All hope was lost. Despite that, Wanda couldn’t seem to let go of Y/n, who had fallen victim to the plague herself.
Word Count: 2,263
Genre: Angst
Requested?: No
Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, cannibalism, suicide, mentions of blood. Spoilers for Ep. 5 of What If...?
A/N: I know, I know, I’m gonna get into the stuff I promised soon. But for now, the Zombies episode inspired me and this came out. If you haven’t seen the episode yet, go watch it. Its amazing and depressing. Also this is DARK guys, probably the darkest thing I’ve ever written, so...Happy Reading!
The Zombie apocalypse was always something everyone joked about, but never something that anyone could actually predict.
Everything happened so quickly, Wanda could barely keep up. It’s hard to believe that everything was so normal only two weeks ago. Now, she was locked away with Vision in an abandoned military base in New Jersey. Desperate to survive for as long as possible while Vision worked on a cure.
Some of his experiments had been a success, most notably Scott Lang who he was able to revert back from his zombified state. However, the man was now only a severed head.
Despite the success, Vision was less than optimistic. For one, Scott was one of the first infected. While the cure worked on him, the android theorized that the disease has mutated greatly since then, and it was likely impossible to cure everyone. And even if he could, the technology to do so is beyond human comprehension and therefore doesn’t exist.
Vision might have all but given up hope, but Wanda didn’t. She couldn’t. She refused to give up on you.
Wanda and you have been best friends for as long as Wanda had been an Avenger. You were already a member of the team and greeted her with an open mind and open arms, despite all she had done. You had fire powers, and while your powers weren’t identical to Wanda’s, you still offered some basic tips and tricks to keep such explosive powers at bay.
It wasn’t a surprise that she fell in love with you.
But her stupid fear had to get in the way, and when you came to confess your own feelings for her, she panicked and rejected you. You were so heartbroken, Wanda didn’t need to read your mind to know that.
And it kills her everyday knowing that that was the last interaction she had with you. The last one with you as yourself anyway.
All that remained now was the flesh hungry, blood thirsty monster that wore your, now rotting, skin.
This wasn’t you, she knows that. She looked into your mind and saw no trace of the woman you once were, the one she loved with all her heart. She couldn’t feel you, you were gone.
Despite this, Wanda couldn’t let you go. She couldn’t handle losing you entirely. She already lost almost everyone.
She managed to convince Vision to keep you in the base for testing. You were locked behind a large steel door, with only a window to see you through. But you were here, and that’s all Wanda cared about.
The cure wasn’t working for you. Your powers caused it to incinerate when it entered your system, proving it to be ineffective. Still, she refused to give up.
Vision thought it best to terminate you after the failed tests, but Wanda begged him not to. Knowing he couldn’t overpower her, and sensing his friend’s distress with anything that comes to you, he agreed. As long as Wanda had it under control.
She doubted he knew that she was luring innocent survivors into the base so you could feed on them, but she did what she had to do.
Wanda spent most of her days sitting outside of your cell. The first few days, you were ravenous. Banging on the walls and trying to burn them down, growling and screeching with the inhuman noise that took over your vocal chords, but you didn’t manage to break free. After a while, it seemed you have given up, and just sat in place. Only moving when Wanda opened the cell and let some of your ‘food’ in.
There were times where Wanda thought that maybe, just maybe, the cure was working more than they thought. You seemed to have recognized her, your facial expressions formed into ones that she had recognized and missed dearly. But that hope quickly died when she would peek into your head and still sense nothing.
“Hey, Y/n.” Wanda walked up to outside your cell and sat cross-legged like she did everyday. Your head rose, staring at her with your now glowing yellow eyes. “Still no progress on the cure, but don’t worry, I’m not giving up yet.” You offered no response, not that she expected one. “It’s hard. It’s only getting worse out there...” She sighed as she trailed off. She raised her hand to the glass, like she always did. “I’m going to figure it out...we’re gonna get you back to normal, and I’m going to tell you every day how much I love you. I miss you so much, but...we’re almost there. I can feel it...” Wanda’s voice started choking up, as tears ran down her face. “We deserve our happy ending.”
Her hand was still pressed against the glass as she finished her speech. She was about to lower it, but then something unexpected happened. You stared at her hand curiously, beginning to raise your own. Wanda watched, smile forming on her face as your arm made it’s way to the glass.
“Wanda! Please come here, we have a situation.” You had almost pressed your hand against Wanda’s, when Vision’s voice interrupted. Your attention turned to the direction it came from and you let out a growl, clearly angry at the interruption. Wanda sighed in disappointment, but she tried not to let it take over. You still showed massive improvement, something worth reporting back to Vision. “It’s okay.” She soothed you. “I’m going to go see what he wants then I’ll be right back, okay? I know you’re hungry, I’ll get you some food too.” You didn’t offer a response as she walked off.
“Vis! I have to tell you-” Wanda began as she walked into the main room, but cut herself off at the new faces. She didn’t recognize the bald woman with the spear or the wimpy looking man in a workers uniform, but she was familiar with Peter. What surprised her most though, was Bruce Banner. A man she hasn’t seen in over three years. “What is going on?”
“I ran into them outside the premises. Apparently word has gotten out about the cure.” Vision answered before turning his attention back to the guests. “As I told you, I am afraid we cannot help you. The cure seems to be a moot point.”
“Well, what about-” Peter began, but he was interrupted by a new voice.
“For something you have no hope for, you sure don’t have a problem bringing in new test subjects.” Wanda recognized Bucky Barnes’ voice. She turned around, and her eyes widened as she saw King T’challa on his arm, struggling to stand on his one remaining leg.
Shit.
“My king! We thought you dead.” The bald woman exclaimed in relief and surprise.
“Your highness. I was not aware you were in the base.” Vision said, confused on how that got by him. It didn’t take him long to figure out why. “Wanda...”
“I’m sorry.” Wanda whispered, knowing she was caught. “The cure wasn’t working on Y/n, and in order to keep her at bay, I had to feed her.”
“So you fed her our King?” A spear was raised to her throat, threateningly.
“It was nothing personal, I promise. I have her under control and the cure is starting to work, I know it. We just need a little more time!”
“Why not just kill her? You lured innocent people to their deaths just for her when there a couple million more Zombies out there that you could use for testing. Ones that have a chance of being cured.” The whole room went quiet after Bucky said that.
“Uh oh. Shouldn’t have said that.” Wanda heard Scott say, but she was too busy glaring at Bucky. Her eyes started to go red, but before she could do anything, she noticed the spear held to her throat begin to glow red and melt. The woman dropped the spear as it began to burn her hands.
“Did it just suddenly get like, super hot?” Peter asked as he began to fan himself.
“Oh no...” Wanda trailed off. She looked up to notice the steal walls that led to your cell begin to melt. “You’ve done it now...she hasn’t eaten in days.” Before anyone could respond, the steel doors melted completely. The man in the uniform was unfortunate enough to be standing in front of it, as a strong burst of flame shot out and incinerated him on the spot. Only a second later, you flew out the door, covered in flames as you hovered above everyone.
Wanda watched in horror as you began to fight everyone. They weren’t holding up very well, and that’s when Wanda finally realized what she had done. This wasn’t you, and if you were still here, you would hate to see your body be used to attack and kill others.
“Vision! Get us out of here!” She heard Bruce yell, and Vision shot a blast towards the wall, blowing it up and letting everyone out. Wanda turned her focus back to you, you watched them starting to escape and you began to fly after them, but a red mist surrounded you before you could. You turned your head, starting to growl, but stopped when you saw it was Wanda.
“Y/n. Stop...” You tilted your head, still struggling to move as Wanda came closer. She took a chance and reached up, gently placing a hand on your face. “I am so sorry...you never deserved this...” Your face softened at the touch, beginning to show the signs of emotion that Wanda desperately held onto. However, it was clear now that it was too late.
You snapped out of it, as you managed to break free from Wanda’s hold. You opened your mouth wide, intent on biting and feeding on her, but something stopped you. You hesitated, and Wanda noticed. You settled for pushing her aside to the ground as you reignited yourself and flew out of the base.
Wanda picked herself up after a moment, intent on stopping you. She ran past Okoye’s body, charred and eaten, but she was sure there was little time until she turned. She ran faster to where you were, now facing off against Bucky. She sprinted further, about to take off and fly when she paused.
Vision was face down on the ground. She kneeled next to him, glowing red hand turning over his body, afraid of what she’ll see. Once he was turned, Wanda gasped at the sight. The mind stone was torn out of his head.
“Oh no...no, no, no...” She held his body, tears slowly building as she mourned the loss of her best friend. She had officially lost everything. “I am so sorry Vis...I’m going to make this right, I promise.”
She heard Bucky scream. She looked over to see you start to feed on him. She saw Bruce, Peter, Scott and T’challa in the distance, making their way to the jet. They were your next target.
No. Wanda wasn’t going to let that happen. It ends now.
She used her powers to propel herself forward, landing directly in your path. You growled at her yet again as she used her powers to hold you. “Y/n...please, stop.” You struggled to get out of the hold, but Wanda held on. “This isn’t you...you wouldn’t want this...I love you more than anything, and I’m so sorry...I hope one day, you’ll forgive me.”
Wanda used her powers to grab the gun laying by Bucky’s side. She held in to your head, ready to pull the trigger...but she couldn’t. She let out a scream of frustration and dropped her hold on both you and the gun. The gun fell to the ground, but you haven’t moved.
“I can’t do it...I...I’m not strong enough...” Wanda began crying, shutting her eyes and waited for you to finish her off. She failed everyone, no one deserved death more than her. She opened her eyes when nothing came. You stood, staring at her with a tilt of your head. The yellow of your eyes dimming as you stared.
“W....Wan...” You struggled to let out, but it was enough for Wanda to hear. She cried even harder. She was right, you were almost there...but it was too late now.
You took in your surroundings as best you could, you didn’t have a lot of awareness, but you knew enough to piece everything together. You saw the influx of zombies starting to enter to base. Everyone needed to get away. You turned back to Wanda, and you knew what you had to do. You felt the little control you had start to slip away.
You bent down and picked up the discarded gun. You shakily pointed it to your temple, the control slipping away faster and faster. “Love....you....I...sorry...” You managed to croak out. Before you could lose control completely, you pulled the trigger.
Wanda watched in horror as you shot yourself in the head. Pieces of your brain landing on her, your blood drenching her. She looked down to see your body, half your face still together, but you were gone. Truly gone.
She knelt down sobbing, as she held your body. After a moment she looked up to see the Hulk appear as the zombies began to overwhelm the base. She saw the jet take off, and she gave a weak smile. They got away. Wanda’s job was done. This is where her story ends. All was lost for her.
So when the zombies finally reached her, she didn’t fight back. Accepting her death with open arms.
Epilogue
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the assault
In Lima with You part 4
a/n: this marks the beginning of the end for this story. like previous parts in this story and it’s predecessor, there’s some messed up stuff going on in this part.
tw: non-con, dark content, nsfw, violence
wc: 1.7k+
In Lima with You
You had been scrubbing for a good thirty minutes, yet the bright red from the tomato sauce you’d spilled on your living room carpet was still there.
Glaring at you
Mocking you
Wiping off the beads of sweat that trickled down your brow with the back of your hand, you ran the scrubby through the bucket of soapy water that was now a milky salmon color. After wringing the scrubby of the excess liquid, you went back to scrubbing that spot while ignoring the growing ache in your fingers and the knot in your neck.
It’d been a careless mistake, spilling your spaghetti while your mind had been elsewhere—a common occurrence since the night your fragile world fell apart when Dabi walked out on you.
Almost as careless as the mistake of letting your captor into your heart where he left a mark that spread until it encompassed the entire thing.
A mistake you were now paying the price for, on your hands and knees trying to scrub the mark stain away only to realize it had spread in spite of your efforts.
You fell back on your haunches and threw the scrubby into the bucket. It had been five days since you’d last seen Dabi, and you were starting to lose it.
Every time you heard footsteps outside of your front door, you would rush over and swing it open only to face nothing or a bewildered stranger. The room that had once suffocated you with warmth was now frigid and made it difficult for you to fall asleep in. Your mornings started with you waking from a nightmare that almost always involved Dabi’s death. While at the beginning of his absence you could still go about your day cooking, cleaning, or engaging in a hobby, you eventually spiraled into a depression that made it hard for you to even get out of bed.
Not only was Dabi the death-sentenced protagonist of your nightmares but he was also on your mind all day. His face during your last argument was one that had been burned into your memory. You could still see the blank look that flashed in his cerulean eyes, the twitch of his mutilated mouth, and then the shock that seeped from every pore in his body as he staggered away from your enraged form.
You’d been the one wronged that day, yet Dabi was the one that fled, leaving you with an all-consuming guilt. It didn’t make sense but then again neither did the overwhelming pain festering away in your heart the more time passed without seeing him, touching him, loving him.
Love. It was a ridiculous notion when you thought about it.
Dabi had been the monster that kidnapped you. He’d broken you down physically and mentally to mold you into the obedient darling you now were, but even with the plethora of scars all over your body, you couldn’t help but feel empty without him. Even with the door unlocked and nothing chaining you down to your shared condo, you would leave only to roam around the city for a couple of minutes before a panic seized your entire body; It was that suffocating panic that forced you back home to the comfort of your bed that still smelled of Dabi’s musk and smoke.
You loved Dabi.
You needed Dabi.
So as you dumped the soapy water down the kitchen sink and washed out the bucket, you mulled over your options in tracking Dabi down to tell him how you felt. Then just as you were putting the bucket away, the muffled sound of footsteps captured your attention and you dashed to the front door on impulse.
Where a scarred face with a wicked grin should have greeted you, there was only a red winged man with astonished eyes.
“Y/N,” Keigo breathed. “You’re really here.”
You looked behind him, searching for the man you actually wanted to see. When it was clear he wasn’t there, you turned to your former friend.
“Where else would I be?” You asked before stepping aside to let him in.
“I assumed you’d be with the League,” He answered amusedly, walking in while you shut the door behind him. “But I guess this was a no ex-heroes type of mission.”
“Where’s Dabi?” The question burst from your lips before you could think it through.
Keigo’s smile faltered at your desperate inquiry, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Last I heard they were two cities away wreaking havoc in true League fashion.”
You raised an eyebrow at his mocking tone. “Sounds like you don’t approve of the mission.”
Keigo laughed at that and it left a bitter taste in your mouth. “How about we drop the act, Y/N. It’s just you and me. Dabi isn’t here to punish you.”
His eyes traveled to a fading scar on your forearm before returning to your face. “We both know that what they’re doing is wrong.”
A bitter laugh tore from your throat as you approached him. “So the HPSC selling me for some intel is right? Them drugging me and sending me off to an orphanage is right? How about them trying to sabotage my career? Does all of that seem right to you, Keigo?!”
You were now in front of him, and he had the decency to appear sheepish after your rant. He averted his gaze and said nothing while you let out an exasperated sigh and ran your fingers through your hair.
“Don’t give me that right or wrong crap.” You retorted when your anger simmered. “Hero society deemed me a villain before giving me a chance to prove myself. I won’t stand in the League’s way if they want to bring it down.”
Keigo’s hand shot out and wrapped around your elbow, fingers pressing into one of your scars. You tried shaking him off but Keigo didn’t relent.
“What about the thousands of innocent civilian lives that will be ruined because of them? Will you also stand aside when they’re screaming for their lives?”
His golden eyes bore into yours and memories of a certain mission hit you like a ton of bricks. You remembered the room full of children that you’d saved with Keigo, and for the first time in weeks, you hesitated in defending Dabi and the League’s actions.
“We’re targeting the heroes and the HPSC, not civilians.” You reasoned, wrenching your arm from his grasp.
“We’re?” Keigo sneered, backing you against a wall. “Are you serious?”
At his aggressiveness, the alarms in your head went off but indignation muffled them. You jutted out your chin defiantly. “Yeah, I am. As long as Dabi remains in the League, I will too because... I-I love him and tha—”
Keigo smashed his lips against yours and took hold of your hands before pinning them above your head. Unlike the first kiss he stole from you, this one was harsh and meant to punish. He claimed your mouth with his invading tongue while you wrestled against his bruising grip. It wasn’t until you realized he wouldn’t let up that you bit down on his tongue until he hissed in pain and released you with a curse.
With the metallic taste of Keigo’s blood in your mouth, you tried recovering your breath only to hear a harsh thump that was immediately followed by pulsating pain on the side of your head. You doubled over from the sheer force of Keigo’s blow that left you debilitated and vulnerable.
And that was exactly what Keigo wanted.
In your stupor, you were picked up like a ragdoll and thrown onto your bed, landing face down on a pillow. The sudden motion only worsened what you assumed was a concussion. As a sharp ringing assaulted your ears, all you could do was grip the sheets beneath you in a weak attempt to stop the room from turning.
So when rough hands pulled off your shorts and ripped off your flimsy lace panties, you were too busy burrowing your spinning head in a pillow and swallowing bile to put up a fight. The severity of the situation finally registered with you when you felt the bed dip and rough hands lift your waist until you were on your knees.
By the time your body reacted, it was too late. Keigo pressed you into the mattress with your hands pinned behind your back as he settled between your legs and spread them open with his body.
His cockhead prodded at your entrance a couple of times before he forced it into your dry cunt in one harsh thrust. Horrified and unprepared, you screamed into the pillow that still smelled of Dabi while Keigo violently took you from behind like an animal.
Pain was all you knew throughout Keigo’s assault. It pulsated in your head until it felt like your skull was being split in half. It coursed through your arms that were pushed together and pressed into your back. It ripped through your cunt as Keigo’s cock rammed into you without mercy.
Concussed, restrained, and without your quirk and voice, all you could do was lie there and wait for your body to produce the slick you oh-so desperately needed to ease the ache in your cunt.
Without changing the pace of his hips, Keigo leaned over you and grunted into your ear.
“Don’t you get it, Y/N? I’m doing this because I love you and right now you’re sick. That so-called love you feel for that bastard is a disease. You have Stockholm Syndrome and I’m gonna cure you with each load I shoot up your womb.”
He let out a chuckle and licked the shell of your earlobe, causing bile to surge up your throat. Unable to swallow it down any longer, you used all the strength you could muster to jerk your head over the bed’s edge.
As you regurgitated that day’s lunch, Keigo’s thrusts ceased and he released you with a disgusted grunt.
“Rude bitch,” he growled, pulling you by your hair and pressing his torso against your body. “I tell you I love you and that’s how you react?”
Keigo shoved your face into the mattress and you writhed beneath his weight and grip as your lungs were depleted of oxygen. When your limbs went limp against the bed and black specks stained your vision, the last thing you heard was Keigo’s honeyed words delivering your sentence for falling for your captor.
“Guess I’ll have to take you away from him for you to be cured.”
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Hi, I was wondering if you could write a Zemo or Laszlo x reader where he comes home early to find his significant other laying on the couch in their room feeling lonely or depressed and him finding out they felt like this for a while they just kept it hidden form him?
To Stay [Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader]
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: mention of depression
Author’s note: Not me going through a rough patch and using this request as a catalyst. Thank you for allowing me to write for you, if anyone is on a rough moment too, hold on, I hope I can give you some solace through Helmut.
When Helmut entered your apartment, holding a white little box in his gloved hand he tried hard to make sure to be extra quiet.
He was out for some meetings trip, knowing both the politics and the underground ways of the world made him extremely dangerous, but also extremely busy to keep the reins of all his businesses, forcing him to leave you alone more than he wanted.
Lately you have been growing distant, but you worked a lot, you were always onto some personal or work project, so he imagined you were just tired. When he called you, you always sounded tired, sleepy or at least that’s what you said to him.
He looked down at the white box in his hand proudly as he wanted indeed to give you a little treat, he left it on side taking off his coat and gloves before noticing a soft light in the living room.
He moved instinctively, the left hand on his side grasping his gun, the fear that somebody could ever hurt you, no matter all the precautions he took, always hunting him.
He moved quickly along the wall, peaking in only to see your leg hanging out of the couch, the tv turned on but with no sound.
He frowned, it was the middle of the night, maybe you fell asleep. Not sure about his own intuition he moved along the couch finding you awake, your eyes looking puffy but, more than that, empty.
“Y/N”
You jolted up seeing him
“Helmut”
Your words died in your mouth, you wanted to say something, anything, you smiled but your smile was empty, you could feel it but you couldn’t force it more than that.
“Welcome back”
You said as a new wave of hatred for yourself hit on you. He was back from his business travel, he could have never come back, you could at least show some more passion, excitement, anything, But it all died on you as soon as you tried, you felt numb inside, heavy.
You parted your lips, you felt your mouth dry as you opened it a bit mimicking the presence of words that were not there and resulted in just a “I am sorry”
To see you like this was pure torture to his eyes, who dared to reduce you in this way? The confusion and part of anger took over in his chest, but he sat down beside you.
“My love, what happened? “ he asked without many twirls of words, his hand touching onto your ankle as you sat on your side, facing you.
You were stiff under his touch, something was pushing him away within you.
“I… I don’t know, I mean it feels all too much”
A thorn dipped inside his stomach as you said that, his eyes scanning yours silently urging you to continue, to try make him understand
“It is not today” you admitted “it is not you, it is just, it is too much, I have this sense of emptiness, of loss inside, and it keeps growing and I can’t enjoy anything” you continued, tears teasing your eyes as you looked on your right trying to avoid his gaze. Maybe if you avoided it long enough the tears would disappear or maybe he won’t at least not notice how hard it was for you to hod them back.
“I feel like I am grazing through the surface, like there’s something forbidden, something I can’t grasp and it hurts and no matter how much I do, how much I work, how much I study, buy new things, pamper myself, I feel like there’s a void in me that can’t be filled, a flaw that I can’t reach, that I can’t hide or cure and everyday it grows through me and it is so strong and visible, and I feel like..”
You stopped as tears were now rolling down your cheeks, the saddest smile of acceptance adorning your beautiful features in such a cruel way, your tongue slipping out looking for words, words to make him understand. With that little gesture you capture a mean tear that slipped too close to your lips, the salty taste bringing you to realise that for the first time you’re admitting it.
“… like it will become all that I am, and that I won’t ever feel like before ever again but this” you stopped again, shaking your head lightly as your thoughts twirled in your head like a vortex and yet that hole in your stomach was growing more painful and present “this failure”.
Helmut could swear his heart broke, to see you like this, to see you suffer so visibly, so evidently and the way your bust bowed forward like the pain in your mind was damaging your body. The fact he couldn’t just stand up and shot in the face whoever made you feel like this.
His lips pressed hard against each other, his hands moving to reach for yours.
You hesitated, he could see you didn’t want that much of contact, you didn’t want him to hold you, not now.
“Y/N” he begun, he took a deep breath in as in all his life he was a master of words, but he never felt that something he would say could matter so much, not even when he was at the mercy of the very Captain America he felt doubt into choosing his words.
“This feeling that you have, it is the most terrible somebody can feel, I see it, I see your pain” he said softly, he wasn’t going to deny it or diminishing it, he danced the tango with depression for years and he cured it with vengeance and loneliness until you brought a new light on him. He knew that feeling and he knew nothing he could give would be enough to make it disappear.
“Give me the chance to be by your side” he offered then “I love you, I love you no matter how big you feel the flaw is”
“No Helmut, you don’t understand, it won’t ever be over, you will get tired of me and my bullshit. This thing, this doesn’t make me feel you, I feel apart from you”
“No, my love, you don’t understand now” he murmured looking at you, his dark eyes looking warm and lightly teary, your pain going through him as you talked, but his voice tone wasn’t allowing any come back.
“I know how it feels. I know how it feels to lose your path. And that flaw you feel, that creeping feeling of failure, of loneliness, of exclusion, it will be over and it will come back, it will bite you hard and then disappear or linger for days and make you feel like there’s no way out. But I will be with you. I will be with you for the days it leaves and the day it comes. I will be with you to remind you every time you can’t even think of yourself in any positive light, how any feeling of worthlessness you might behold are just due to unbalance, but not reality. To shake, draga mea, it is not to fall, it is instead to find stability. To search for it is no crime, the only crime would be only to listen to it long enough to believe it”
He looked at you in a way that words felt like failing you, the determined love surging through him also adorned with trust enveloped you in a sense of determination, a sense of something that was about to come, to happen, which felt already a lot compared to the sense of an ending you had I the last times.
He trusted you.
The sense of acceptance but also responsibility that he created in you. He was there for you, he was ready to share that strangling demon.
“You won’t disappoint me, you can’t, not even if you try”
He seemed to know what you were about to say before you could say it, you let out a little sigh as his smile opened and you just mimicked him.
His warm hand moved on your cheek caressing it, moving away every trace of tears before leaning his forehead against yours “Breathe in”
You obeyed and as you inhaled he placed your hand on his chest so you could feel how it filled up with air, with life.
“Out slow”
You obeyed after holding that air a bit, his warm presence calling for you.
You didn’t know even if you wanted cuddles or not, he could sense that tension in you as he rested a kiss over your temple
“I love you”
He smiled, it was simple, a statement said so clear and simple that could sound like ‘ the sky is blue’. It was obvious and yet precious. He stood up slowly kissing the back of your hand “Just a moment”
You stared at him as he left but he was back in a second welcomed by the blue light on the screen.
“There” he said holding that same white box he held while coming inside. You took it giving him the chance to rest his weapon on the coffee table.
“Go on” he urged you kindly as he noticed your hesitation, so you did, you opened it and smiled finding ten pastel coloured macaroons in it along with a perfectly laid down bracelet. It was simple, white gold.
“Allow me” he said picking it from the box as he slowly wrapped it around your wrist “The woman from the macaroons shop thought it was a weird request to put the bracelet and the sweets in the same box”
“It is a bit peculiar as a request” you admitted and he smirked like you just complimented him.
“There” he said triumphantly, the bracelet fitting you like it was made to be on your wrist, for just your shape and skin colour.
A little reminder for this moment, maybe now every time the demon will knock at your door that bracelet will tell bring the memory of Helmut’s words back to you.
“Now, I have the feeling you’d like to try the mint and chocolate one”
He suggested to you pointing to a green macaroon .
You looked at him, a surprised smile and a soft chuckle leaving your lips.
“It is the middle of the night”
“Well? There’s a time for macaroons?”
You chuckled as you just couldn’t win against him, against his knowing smile and chocolate eyes, his warm hands, comforting presence and undying love.
You shifted your legs on the other side as he sat comfortably, legs spread and slightly slouched on the couch, you balanced the box of the sweets on his thigh finding the perfect position by his side, head resting on his chest, his warm arm wrapping around you securely as he picked the remote trying to find something to put on instead of the random program you left the tv on.
Your gaze moved up on him as he did some comment about late night programming, admiration and comfort surging in your chest as his eyes diverted from the screen to you one more time. A loving smile welcomed you and everything felt numb now, but not in the same way as before, like if somebody was pouring disinfectant over a wound and now the wound tickles, but it is healing. It is numb, but now you know it will pass.
Helmut was a true Baron to your eyes, a royal, a knight fighting your inner demons with his sword, banishing them away.
Today, tomorrow and every time you needed it.
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Frailty, thy name is woman! {2}
Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, masturbation, mentions of miscarriage, depression, and suicide.
This is dark!doctor!Steve Rogers and soft!Peter Parker and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You have an illness that can’t be seen or named. Doctor Rogers is your last chance at a cure as your loving husband tries to rediscover the woman he married.
Inspired by this ask
Note: It took me a while to find the energy to post this, I’m sorry. It’s been hard since I lost my job to wanna do anything but you guys are so sweet and I appreciate that. It’s set in the 1900s so keep that in mind! I hope you all like the last half.
Thank you. Love you guys!
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You slept better with the effects of the medicine but your energy continued to wane. You went for a walk on the two mornings after your second meeting with Dr. Rogers but returned with only the strength to reach your bed. Your chores once more lacked and you forgot to write out your thoughts.
And Peter. Your husband tried so hard to be patient, to be understanding, and yet that cloud of disappointment hung over you. You wanted to be better for him so why was it so hard?
As the date of your next appointment approached, you were little better than you were before the first. You had ceased following the physician’s instructions and instead found yourself hopeless and hazy. Your tears stained the pillow beside your head and tainted your tongue.
“You will be late,” Peter sat beside you on the bed as he held a steaming cup of tea, “please, you’re doing so well.”
You blinked and said nothing. You were doing so well but just as before, it all fell apart. You couldn’t figure out why it always ended up like this. You couldn’t figure out your own mind and why you couldn’t just be what every other woman was.
“Doctor Rogers can help you. He’s been helping you, dear,” Peter cooed as he rubbed your arm, “and I love you, I’ll always love you, even through all this.”
You frowned and covered your face. He heaved and the porcelain cup clinked on the night table. The bed shifted as he bent forward and held his head in his hands.
“I’m out of ideas, dear,” he said, “I don’t know what else I can do.”
You rolled over and hid from him. You sobbed into the pillow. You didn’t know either.
“I have to go to the laboratory. I cannot be late again,” he stood and you listened to his light footsteps, “I will inform the doctor you are unable to attend. Perhaps we might reschedule.”
You stayed silent and he touched your shoulder. He bent and kissed the crown of your head.
“I’m not giving up,” he swore, “I won’t.”
He left, reluctantly, and your body shook without restraint. You cried into the pillow case as you were racked with a pain so deep you weren’t certain it could ever be drawn out. The sense of helplessness was suffocating. It was as if no matter how hard you fought, it would never be enough, you would never be enough.
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You languished as you had. The hours passed as the sunlight shifted on the walls and sent lines through the windows. You sat up and drank the cold tea and stared at the curling metal of the bed frame. You could hear birds outside and smell the pollen of new flowers but it only made the knot in your chest tighten.
Then a knock came, distant but firm. You tilted your head, numb and lost as it came again. You looked down at yourself, the wrinkled front of your sleeping gown and the brown stain from the tea dribbled from the brim of the cup. It sounded again and you winced.
It didn’t stop, wouldn’t stop. You got up slowly and stumbled around the room. You went through to the front room and neared the door as another rap shook it. A figure stood on the other side of the frosted glass. You touched the latch and trembled as you thought of turning it.
“It’s Doctor Rogers,” a voice called through the door, “will you let me in, ma’am?”
You closed your eyes and slumped. You shook your head and carefully turned the lock. You tried to stand straight and opened the door. Dr. Rogers’ smile fell as he saw you. His fingers clutched the handle of his leather bag and he pushed his shoulders up.
“May I come in?” he asked.
“Why are you here, doctor?”
“Well, you did not come to the office,” he said bluntly, “it did give me concern.”
“I have a headache,” you lied, “did my husband not make another appointment?”
“A headache?” he wondered doubtfully, “you might try mint or willow bark for the ailment but I do not think it effective on a conjured malady.”
“Doctor,” you fluttered your lashes guiltily.
“You might assuage my doubts and my concerns if you let me attend to you,” he said, “just to be certain you aren’t in dire condition.”
You looked down and stepped back. “Come in, doctor,” you murmured, “I apologize I did not come--”
“And what have you done these last weeks?” he ignored your apology, “have you been taking exercise? How have you been eating? Have you attended any of your chores?”
Your silence was an admission but he did not show the disappointment he expected. Instead his face softened with empathy as he set his bag down on a round table beside the upholstered chair and opened it.
“You have not even dressed yourself, I can guess at how you fare,” he said, “so I think we might take a different approach to your treatment. We should build to your independent healing although I do expect you to still attempt to adhere to my prescriptions.”
“Doctor?”
“Many contemporary physicians and psychologist suggest that hypnosis might be beneficial to those with your affliction,” he brought out his pocket watch and looked to you, “if you would lay on your back,” he pointed to the sofa.
“Hypnosis?” you drew your brows together, “I don’t think, well, I don’t know much about it.”
“It is nothing, it is like sleep. I think it will help with your nerves,” he looked at the watch, “you trust me? I am a doctor and I would not do anything but to help you. Why, I came all this way just to see that you were well.”
You felt a pang and realised how inconvenient your negligence was. You went to the couch and did as he said. He pulled the chair to the edge and sat. He held up the watch and let it dangle.
“All you have to do is focus on this,” he tapped the golden front, “and count and breath in time with it.” He began to swing it back and forth as your head was propped up against the arm of the couch, “think of nothing but the watch.”
Your lips parted and you grimaced.
“I know how it seems but haven’t you ever wanted to just not think? Perhaps that is the issue, that you never stop,” he said, “so, humour me.”
He kept on and you followed the watch with your eyes, back and forth, breathing in and out, one, two, three, four, five… Soon your vision blurred and your head felt light and then all your worries were gone. You laid there, blank and bleary, but free.
His voice was distant and the click of the watch as he set it down was almost indiscernible. “That’s it, you just relax,” you felt a tickle over your knees.
You didn’t move, you realised you couldn’t, and that the tickle was your sleeping gown. The fabric was drawn above your knees and a warmth glided up your calf. You were moved down so that you laid entirely flat, your leg slipped over the side of the couch.
“You must stay relaxed and breathe,” Dr. Rogers said as you felt his hand creep higher on your leg, “isn’t it nice?”
He pushed between your thighs and turned his hand. His flesh was hot against yours.
“We must relieve the tension,” he purred and slid his fingers along your cunt. Your eyes rolled back and you purred at the riling sensation. He poked between your folds and you felt a flush spread across your body, “just breathe.”
He rubbed along your opening and over your bud. His motion was steady as he swirled his fingertips and you felt yourself growing slick. You could think of nothing but your breath, but the burning in your core as he stoked it. You gasped and your heart beat faster as he played with your clit. It never felt so good.
He pressed a finger to your opening again and slowly dipped inside. He drew in and out several times and added another, bending both as he kept his thumb to your bud. He rocked his hand and your entire body with it. Your voice was loud and yet it was beyond your control.
“Let it go, let it all go,” he cooed, “come on.”
You moaned and it grew to shrill cry as a strike of lightning shot through you. Your body contorted as your core bloomed and fire swept through your veins. He guided you through the paralysing pleasure and stilled his hand only as the ripples faded.
Slowly he drew his hand from your cunt and sat back. He hummed and your skirt was pulled back down your legs. He took a deep breath and snapped his fingers. Your eyes shot open and suddenly the room was clear again.
You sat up, startled, as if awaking from a dream. He caught your shoulder and eased you back against the arm.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
You opened your mouth to answer but didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t explain how you felt.
“What I just did, you can do, you should do, at least once a day,” he leaned back and rubbed the wool of his trousers, “it is perfectly scientific. There’s have been a slew of recent studies which find that the female orgasm can be very impactful for woman who suffer so.”
“But, isn’t it--”
“What is wrong about it? It is human nature and if God made humans with that nature, it cannot be so bad. You have not spent seed without fruition, you have only used what creation gifted you,” he said, “but consider how you feel right now. You feel better, am I correct?”
You stared at him and bit your lip. You did feel lighter, you felt more awake, and you felt peaceful.
“Yes,” you whispered, “I suppose I do.”
“Great,” he clapped his hands and stood. He took the watch and returned it to his bag, “should I remain a time? We might talk?”
“No, no, you should go,” you stood unsteadily, “you have other patients and I’ve kept you so long.”
“It was not so long,” he said as he closed his bag, “but if you would that I go, I will.”
You nodded and saw him to the door with a frantic farewell. You locked it behind and turned to lean against it. Your heart was racing again. You thought of Peter, of his dismay that morning, of all those times you’d been unable to hold him.
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You were hesitant at first and you resisted the doctor’s suggestion. Several days passed but the writing, the tea, the walking, none of it helped and you were so inconsistent, it was as if you hadn’t changed at all.
Then one morning, Peter left, again after a hopeless plea for you to get up, and you laid under your shroud of self-loathing and longing. You thought of it for a while, debated it in your head, and as you felt beneath your sleeping gown, the guilt nipped at your neck.
You tried to recall what Dr. Rogers did and tried to mimic him. As you played with your bud, your fingers were soon guided instead by the delightful stirring in your core. You shuddered as you slickened and you kept on twirling and twirling. Your breaths grew harried and you gulped as your voice spilled forth in weak moans.
Your toes curled as your hand moved faster and you came in a tangle of linen and wool. You pressed your hand flat to your pelvis and went limp over the mattress. You were floating, flying, and you felt as if you might do anything.
After a moment, you sat up and glanced around. You wiped your wet fingers on your nightgown as you stood and made the bed carefully. Then you went to the armoire and pulled an outfit from its depths. You dressed one piece at a time and looked at yourself in the mirror. That was something.
The hours before Peter’s return had you anxious but not deflated. You felt lost in the kitchen as you prepared the evening meal and when your husband returned, he smiled and searched as if in disbelief.
“Dear,” he kissed your cheek and you latched onto him to kiss his lips instead.
“Peter,” you said breathily, “I’m so sorry.”
His cheek twitched and he caressed your cheek, “don’t be.”
“I don’t know if I’m better but… I’m trying,” you said.
“I know,” he wrapped his arms around you and drew you close. His eyes flitted down to the bodice of your dress, “I am such a fool, I didn’t even say how wonderful you look.”
You laughed softly and cradled his face between your hands, “Truly?”
“How could you ever marry me? You’re so beautiful.”
“Shhh,” you hushed him, “I wouldn’t any other.”
🩺
The tentative touching became a ritual. You were both pleasantly surprised and confused by the effects. You never would have thought of the act, you never would have attempted it after years of being forbidden from it. You felt even your marital bed was restrained by the laws of propriety.
But as you toyed with yourself, you wanted more. You wanted your husband again, just as you had on your wedding night. So you waited again with dinner cooking in the oven and greeted him in a dress you hadn’t worn since before you married.
After he ate, you tidied up and read a newspaper in the upholstered chair. For a moment you stared at him and felt a twinge. Dr. Rogers had sat there and he had… you had let another man… but he was a physician and it was only treatment. At least, he made it seem so.
You went to the bedchamber and undressed. It was a tedious process and by the time you wore nothing but your chemise, you were ready to snap the laces of your bodice. You set aside all your layers and checked your reflection. Did he still want you like that?
You peeked outside the door and called to him. He looked over his shoulder and folded his paper as he stood.
“What is it, dear?” he neared and stopped short as you stepped out from behind the door frame, “oh.”
“Husband,” you stepped closer and bit his lip.
“Are you certain?” he asked as he touched your chemise.
“Certain. I love you,” you said.
“Sweetheart,” he crashed his lips into yours and snaked his hands around your body.
He ran his hands down to your bottom and scooped you up. You cried out as you parted from his lips and he carried you backward into the room. He dropped you on the mattress and tore off vest. You got to your knees and reached to unbutton his shirt. You helped him undress eagerly, adding your chemise to the pile as he climbed up after you.
He rolled you onto your back as he leaned over you and kissed you again. His hand ventured over your chest and he felt your breasts with a purr. You grabbed his hand and guided it lower, pushing his fingers between your legs. He hummed into your mouth and let you lead his fingers, taking the motion on his own as you opened up to him.
You clung to him and brushed your hand against his cock. He groaned and teased you more eagerly. Your thighs clamped around his hand and you came as your body jittered against his.
“Sweetheart,” he breathed as he slowed his fingers, “are you alright?”
“I’m wonderful,” you gripped his cock and stroked him, “I want you.”
He moved between your legs and bent over you. He felt along your folds and spread you as he found your entrance. He pushed inside you slowly and you leaned your head back with a sigh. He sheathed himself entirely and stopped as he bent to kiss your neck.
“I love you,” he uttered as he tilted his hips.
“I love you, too,” you grasped his biceps, wiry but thick, as he rocked into you.
He nuzzled along your throat and jaw and nibbled at your lip as he sped up. He growled as writhed against you, hungry and desperate. You clung to him and moved your hips in time with his. You wanted all of him.
Your bud rubbed against his pelvis and you urged him on with breathy pleas. You hooked your legs around his as you chased another ascent and came as your nails sank into his shoulders. He kept his motion and lifted himself to look you in the eye. He watched your dazed delight as he began to tremble.
“Oh, oh, oh,” he stammered and closed his eyes as he hung his head. He gave several short thrusts before he collapsed and rested atop you out of breath.
“Peter,” you played with his hair as he tickled along your side.
“You can’t,” he said, “you can’t love me as much as I love you.”
🩺
For the first time, as you sat in the waiting room, you didn’t feel nervous. You were anxious to speak to the doctor but you didn’t dread it. Those last weeks had seen so much change, they could have been years. When your name was called, you stood and crossed to the nurse. You were shown to the room and you sat on the couch.
Dr. Rogers entered shortly and greeted you with his usual manner. He stopped however before he sat and considered you. He squinted and smirked.
“You’re well?” he asked.
“I think so,” you said with a smile.
“Things have… changed,” his lips straightened and he sat slowly.
“Some,” you said, “and I can’t thank you enough.”
“You’ve followed my advice?”
“Yes, I’ve been doing more around the house and even writing here and there. I went for a walk--”
“You’ve been touching yourself regularly?” he asked abruptly.
You blanched and gave a nervous chuckle. You didn’t expect him to be so forward.
“Well, yes, I have a little,” you admitted, “as you bid.”
“Mhmm,” he poked his cheek with his tongue, “and it’s helped?”
“It’s not the only thing but--”
“Does it feel as good when you do it alone?” he interrupted.
You shook your head and blinked at him. You were confused. His methods were different than any other doctor you’d seen but his questions, that look, it was off.
“What do you-- I don’t understand,” you pouted, “I… it was part of the hypnosis. You were showing me what to do.”
He shifted on the stool and sighed. He tapped his heel on the floor. His gaze was discerning and crippling. You couldn’t read his expression but it wasn’t his usual smile.
“I asked you if it felt better when I did it,” he intoned tersely.
You were quiet. You looked at the door and swallowed. You stood and he did too.
“We’re not done. We’ve barely begun and you’re being evasive. Should I be concerned?”
“I don’t… understand. You’re angry with me?” you asked.
“I’m asking you questions that you won’t answer. As your doctor, I need to know these things,” he insisted, “now sit down.”
You lowered yourself slowly and stared at him. He strode over to the sofa and sat beside you.
“Did it feel better?” he asked.
You had tried to forget that afternoon, even as it forced itself into your mind whenever you let your hand wander. You were afraid to mention it aloud. Afraid to admit that you felt guilty for it.
“I… I suppose it did,” you said quietly.
“Mmm, and your husband, how are you getting along with him?”
“Well, I think, we have been… closer.”
“You’ve engaged intimately?”
“Uh, yes, he is my husband so yes,” you sputtered.
“But you hadn’t before,” he prodded.
“It was different before,” you said, “I am doing everything you’ve said.”
“I didn’t tell you to fuck him,” he snarled.
“I am married to him,” you scoffed, “what did I do wrong?”
“You’re not ready. I am your doctor, you need to consult with me,” he glared at you as your eyes settled on your lap.
“I didn’t know. I didn’t realise.”
“If your treatment is to be effective, you must follow my advisory,” he huffed, “how many times?”
“How many-- not more than five?”
“You’re uncertain?”
“I don’t keep count, doctor, I… I’m very confused.”
He pushed his head back and tilted it side to side as he cracked his neck. He jutted out his jaw and blew out air.
“When you came to me, you were broken,” he sneered, “but now you think you know better than me. Remind me again of your credentials.”
“I didn’t…” you stood and he caught your arm, “Doctor, I do not think this is appropriate and I cannot understand your anger.”
“Why have you come to me?”
“Pardon?”
“Why have you come to me?” he repeated.
“I, um, to get better. To treat my sickness, as you have and I am so grateful--”
“This is your fourth visit and you think yourself healed?” he snorted as he rose and loomed over you. He faced you as his nostrils flared, “you came to me so that I might help you conceive a child after you failed so many times.”
“I--” your voice caught in your throat and your eyes burned, “Doctor, that is unkind.”
“In my professional opinion, you are not the reason for your miscarriages,” he pulled you to him and gruffly cradled your head in his large hand, “my examination did show you more than capable of birthing a healthy child.”
“Please, what are you--”
“I think it is the seed that is bad,” He swung you around so your middle hit the examination table, “it is a theory but we can test it.”
“Doctor,” you tried to push yourself away from the table and he caught the back of your neck, “ahh, please--”
“Be quiet,” he hissed, “you make another noise and I’ll have to say you’re hysteric. A woman like you won’t last in the sanitarium.”
You whimpered and hung your head as you slapped your hands on the table. He squeezed your neck and leaned in.
“Don’t move,” he warned, “this is for your own good, for your health. You want a baby, don’t you?”
You sniffed and your vision blurred from your tears. He released you and his hands trailed down your corset and to your skirts. He lifted them and reached beneath to tear down your bloomers. The action jolted you and he stood, untangling them from your ankles with his foot. He kicked your boots apart and pressed himself to your back as he bunched up the layers of your skirts.
He pushed until you bent over the table, leaning on your elbows as his hot breath encircled you. He felt along your bare ass and tickled the top of your thigh. He pinched you and buried his face in your neck. He growled as he held your skirts in place with one hand and unbuckled his belt. You sobbed and his demand that you shut up was muffled against your collar.
He opened the front of his pants and slipped out his hard member. You winced as you felt the tip brush against your bottom and he shuddered. He bent his knees and guided himself down to your folds. He forced you to arch your back as he searched for your entrance and lined himself up.
He pushed until his tip stretched you and you clawed the white sheet across the table. He slid in another inch and you whined. He slapped his hand over your mouth, his other planted beside yours on the table and bucked. He impaled himself completely, thrusting you onto your toes.
He pulled back and rutted again, hard and impatient. Your hips slammed into the edge of the table with each tilt and you cried into his hand as he forced you lower over the sheet. He pinned your shoulder with his other as he turned your head, your cheek against the linen as he rocked into you.
He let out thick breaths, withholding grunts as he sped up. He pounded into you and the noise of your flesh filled the small room. You closed your eyes and his fingers crawled down along your back. He bent over you as he reached beneath you and found your bud among the layers.
He rubbed you until your sobs were wild moans. He kept them stifled against his palm and hammered against you. You were close to coming as your walls clenched around him and added to the pressure of his fingertips.
“This is what you want,” he whispered in your ear, “hmm, that’s all you need, a child. You will be a wonderful mother…” his voice fizzled and he barely swallowed a grunt, “so sweet, so sweet.”
He snarled and rammed harder than before. Your body quaked as you succumbed to the ripples flowing from your core and you leaked pleasure around his cock. You mewled into his hand and he pressed his lips to your cheek.
“This is the baby you wanted,” he growled and jerked sharply.
He spasmed in a series of hectic thrusts and slowed. He exhaled and removed his hand from your mouth, wiping it on the sheet as he pushed himself up. He slipped out of you and groaned at the sensation. You felt his cum spill out as he dropped your skirts and left you against the table, his belt clinking loudly in the silence.
“I’ll have you scheduled for another home visit,” he went to his desk and inked his pen as you rose, “and you will track your cycle so that we might be sure. Timing,” he tapped his fingers as he finished scribbling notes and stood straight to face you, “is essential.”
You bent to gather your bloomers and he came close. You cowered and he snatched the cotton from your grasp. He put them to his face and inhaled.
“You smell as sweet as you feel,” he turned and bent to shove your undergarments in his bag, “I will make certain your next appointment isn’t so far away.”
#steve rogers#dark!steve rogers#dark steve rogers#peter parker#steve rogers x reader#peter parker x reader#fic#au#dark fic#dark!fic#mcu#marvel#captain america#spider-man#1900s#doctor au
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ATEEZ ONE-SHOT SMUT WOOYOUNG - EXTENDED VACATION - M
(These gifs are made by me)
WARNING: DETAILED SMUT SCENES AND FOUL LANGUAGE AHEAD!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is my first one-shot smut scenario for Wooyoung and it’s quite long too but I hope you will all like it my beloved readers! :)
Y/N is with her friend named Yuna and both of them really like going to the bar and that time, while they are having some fun Yuna noticed someone and…
“Hey, Y/N! It looks like someone is eyeing you there in those bunch of hot and handsome guys!” Yuna said.
“So, what?” Y/N asked as she raised one of her eyebrows and Yuna smirked.
“Go get him!” Yuna said.
"Yuna, you know I am not the type of person who is into one-night stands, right?" Y/N said and Yuna just chuckled.
"Just try it, girl, and also, how long you will be still a virgin?" Yuna asked.
“Aren’t you kinda harsh to me? I would rather lose my virginity to someone I love,” Y/N said.
“Girl! That’s not the case now, okay? You know, you will have also a dark dirty secret of yours,” Yuna said as she winked at her and Y/N just rolled her eyes. As for the man who is eyeing Y/N, his friend named, San noticed him and…
“Hey, Wooyoung! It looks like you are looking at someone, huh?” San asked.
“Yup! To be honest, I know her,” Wooyoung said and San was surprised.
“You know her? Why don’t you just approach her and talk to her?” San asked.
“To be honest, she was my classmate when I was in high school and I used to bully her and did so many bad things to her,” Wooyoung said.
“It means you are kinda scared that she will remember you?” San asked.
“Yup! Also, that time it made her decide to transfer to another school and after that, I didn’t see her anymore,” Wooyoung said.
“What? It means you really bullied her that badly?” San said and Wooyoung nodded and sighed.
“What did you do to her that made her transfer to another school?” San asked.
“Just random things like pranking her and also, teasing her non-stop in an annoying way,” Wooyoung said.
“Oh! Okay! But why did you do those things to her?” San asked.
“I don’t know! It’s just that it’s fun to tease her that time and she is very quiet,” Wooyoung said and San chuckled.
"But after you knew that she transferred to another school what did you feel?" San asked.
"I think it felt so empty but at the same time, I regretted it because I didn't know it will bring her so much stress to her and also, I was almost kicked out of the school because of what I have done to her," Wooyoung said and San laughed at him.
"Dude! Of course, she will be so stressed and sometimes, some people that are bullied become depressed too! I know it's all in the past but I suggest you approach and talk to her," San said.
"I think I am still not ready to face her even though that was a long time ago," Wooyoung said.
“Okay! Fine! I understand,” San said. Then going back to Y/N and Yuna who are still having fun, Y/N is already drunk and Yuna noticed it.
“Y/N, we should go home!” Yuna said.
“Huh? I am not drunk! I don’t want to go home now!” Y/N said as she in a drunk state.
“What? Why?” Yuna asked.
“I wanted to search for the guy who is eyeing me earlier and also, I somehow thought what you said to me and it’s quite convincing,” Y/N said and Yuna laughed at her.
"Woah! You are so drunk right now Y/N and that guy will never hook up with you because you are totally wasted in your state at the moment. You should have done that if you are not already that drunk too much!" Yuna said.
“I don’t care if he doesn’t want me anymore!” Y/N said and Yuna laughed at her.
“My gosh! This girl is so crazy now!” Yuna thought. Then suddenly Wooyoung just passed by them and…
“Wow! I didn’t expect she will be a big drinker!” Wooyoung thought. Then while he is going back to his friend, San, suddenly someone approached him and…
“Hi!” the woman said as she smiled at him.
“Oh! Hello, Miss! Do you need something?” Wooyoung asked.
“I am Yuna, I saw that you are looking at my friend earlier,” Yuna said.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Wooyoung said.
“You are just denying it! Her name is Y/N! You can take her now and she doesn’t want to go home now because my friend really wanted to meet the guy who is eyeing her earlier. So, take care of her and use protection, okay?” Yuna said as she winked at him and Wooyoung was so shocked.
“Excuse me? You should take her home because she is your friend. I have to go and my friend is waiting for me,” Wooyoung said and Yuna smirked.
"Fine! I will leave her here instead," Yuna said as she literally left Y/N on the sofa alone.
“What the fuck! Y/N’s friend is really crazy leaving her alone like that!” Wooyoung thought. Then suddenly he saw some men are eyeing her and wanted to go to her place but Wooyoung just sat beside her so that no one can harass her and San saw him beside her and he approached Wooyoung.
“Dude! I thought you don’t want to approach her?” San asked and Wooyoung rolled his eyes.
"Y/N's friend left her like this!" Wooyoung said as he sighed and put one of his hands on his forehead being frustrated.
“What? Why? Her friend is kinda harsh and she left her like that!” San said.
"I know, right! She told me that Y/N doesn't want to go home because she wanted to meet the guy that he is eyeing her and worst, her friend told me to take care of her and use protection! What the heck!"Wooyoung said and San was so shocked and just laughed.
“Wow! Y/N’s friend is really crazy! So, I think you have no choice but drive her home,” San said and Wooyoung sighed.
“What can I say! It will be very dangerous to leave her like this!” Wooyoung said and San laughed at him as he continued to tease him.
"Can you stop it San! We should leave now this place," Wooyoung said and San nodded. As both of them were in the car park.
"Take care of her and use protection, okay?" San said as he remembered what Y/N's friend's told Wooyoung and laughed. Then Wooyoung glared at him.
“Shut up, San! I have to go and drive her home now,” Wooyoung said.
“Okay! Okay! I should get going too! Be safe the two of you going home!” San said and Wooyoung nodded. As Wooyoung made Y/N sit on the front seat and fasten her seat belt, he looked at her and…
"I really wanted to say sorry for you but I am scared that you might not forgive me for what I did to you a long time ago. But you are really beautiful and pretty, Y/N" Wooyoung thought as he slightly smiled at Y/N who is still sleeping. Then while is he driving her to go home, suddenly Y/N woke up and she looked at him and Wooyoung became nervous.
“He is very handsome, huh?” Y/N thought.
“You are the guy who is eyeing me earlier in the bar, right? Are you going to take my virginity this night? ”Y/N asked as she was still in a drunk state and Wooyoung blushed but he was still shocked.
“What the fuck is she asking me!” Wooyoung thought.
"No! One-night stands or hook-ups is not my thing, Y/N," Wooyoung said as he focused on driving.
“Oh! You know already my name! Mind you to tell me your name?” Y/N asked.
“Your friend told me your name and she left you in the bar and she made me drive you going home. My name is Wooyoung,” Wooyoung said as he tried to smile at her.
“Oh! Okay! Nice to meet you Wooyoung!” Y/N said as she smiled at him and Wooyoung blushed.
“I think she didn’t remember me at all,” Wooyoung thought. As they reached Y/N’s house, Wooyoung opened the car door for her but suddenly as soon as he opened it, Y/N kissed him and Wooyoung was so shocked at her action and he pushed her and…
“Shit! I thought she is already sobered!” Wooyoung thought.
“Y/N, you don’t know what you are doing!” Wooyoung said and Y/N smirked.
“I know you are just restraining yourself, Wooyoung!” Y/N said then she just kissed him again and Wooyoung was so shocked at her actions but he just pushed her again and…
“Y/N! I don’t want to take advantage of you just because you are drunk,” Wooyoung said and Y/N just gave up and she just let Wooyoung helped her to go inside her house and…
“I am sorry, Wooyoung If I am just really drunk and kissed you like that. But thank you for not taking advantage of me,” Y/N said.
“No problem! You should rest and here is a drink to cure your hangover. Good night and I have to go!” Wooyoung said.
“Okay! Goodnight too, Wooyoung! Thanks again!” Y/N said as both of them smiled and Wooyoung left her.
“I didn’t expect she will kiss me like that!” Wooyoung thought and he just slightly laughed.
THE NEXT DAY…
Y/N woke up and she saw a message from Yuna and it says…
"Hey, Y/N! How's your first time experience with the guy, last night? Did he already leave? - Yuna"
As Y/N saw Yuna’s message she rolled her eyes and...
“She is just so crazy!” Y/N thought and she just decided to call Yuna and…
THEIR CONVERSATION…
Yuna: Hey, Y/N! Good morning!
Y/N: Good morning!
Yuna: So, did you already lose your virginity?
Y/N: No!
Yuna: Huh? Why not? I thought you wanted to give yourself already to the man who is eyeing you last night. Also, I made the man drive you home.
Y/N: Yup! He drove me going home. But nothing happened but I kinda remembered that I suddenly kissed him and thankfully, he didn’t take advantage of me and just respected me.
Yuna: Oh! So, you already know his name?
Y/N: His name is Wooyoung. But still, I am embarrassed that I kissed him two times which is like I am so desperate to give myself to him.
Yuna: I didn't expect you will remember all of it even though you already drunk that's kinda rare for a person to remember it all.
Y/N: *laughed at the phone* I think my mind was just really active that time even though I am already very drunk last night. But Wooyoung is really handsome and gentleman.
Yuna: It means you like him too?
Y/N: I think so! Because for me it's a turn-on for a guy who will not take advantage of you when you are drunk. I am so happy that I met him and I think your plan is not bad at all. But still, I am kinda angry with you because you literally left me in the bar alone, and thankfully, Wooyoung didn't leave me because if he already left me that time, I was probably in trouble last night!
Yuna: I am sorry, Y/N! I am just kinda tipsy last night and that made my mind left you because you just kept telling me you wanted to meet him and give yourself to him and you don’t want to go home.
Y/N: Fine! What important is that I am alright and Wooyoung respected me. Don’t ever do that again, okay?
Yuna: Yup! I will never do that again.
Y/N: Good! So, did you already found a hotel resort for us to have a vacation?
Yuna: Yup! Thanks to Hongjoong, because his friend is the owner of the hotel resort and Seonghwa will join us too.
Y/N: Oh! Okay! That's great! At least, we can have companions on our vacation.
Yuna: You're right! See you on Monday Y/N!
Y/N: Okay! See you! Have a nice day too, Yuna!
END OF CONVERSATION.
After Y/N had a conversation with Yuna, she is now preparing and arranging her things that she will bring in the 3 days vacation.
FAST FORWARD…
It was already the day of their vacation in a hotel resort and Yuna pick-up Y/N in her house and decided to meet the rest of their friends in the hotel resort. When they already arrived…
“Wow! The scenery of this hotel resort is so stunning!” Y/N said.
“I know! We will definitely have a relaxing vacation here,” Yuna said as she smiled at her. Then they saw Hongjoong and Seonghwa are also in the reservations area and…
“Hey, guys! Did we make you wait for a long time?” Yuna asked.
"Nope! We just arrived here too," Hongjoong asked.
"Oh Okay! We should check-in now," Yuna said and all of them decided to check-in but before they left the reservations area, and already got their key cards for their room…
“Before we go to our rooms, I will introduce you first to our friends who are the owners of the hotel resort,” Hongjoong said.
“Oh! Wow! You have rich friends, huh?” Y/N said then Hongjoong and Seonghwa slightly laughed at her statement. Then suddenly when Y/N, looked at the two persons who approached Seonghwa and Hongjoong…
“This is not a joke, right? Wooyoung is one of the owners of the hotel resort?” Y/N thought. Then all of them approached them and Wooyoung saw her…
“Are you serious? Y/N is also their friend?” Wooyoung thought.
“So, guys here are my friends San and Wooyoung are the owners of this hotel resort. Meet Y/N and Yuna,” Hongjoong said and Y/N blushed. Then suddenly Yuna looked at Y/N but Hongjoong and Seonghwa noticed something.
“Ummm… By chance, did you two already meet?” Seonghwa asked and Y/N can’t answer and…
“Yes! We already met in a bar,” Wooyoung said as he smiled at Y/N and she blushed.
"Oh! Okay! We see that! Does it mean you two are already friends? Or already friends with benefits?" Hongjoong asked as he teased them then Seonghwa and Yuna laughed at him and Y/N just sighed then Wooyoung just chuckled.
"I don't know what you are talking about Hongjoong! We are just friends that's all! Just cut it out, guys! We don't want her to be uncomfortable during her stay here," Wooyoung said as he winked at Y/N and she just blushed.
“Gosh! Thankfully I can really trust Wooyoung,” Y/N thought.
“He’s right! So can you just please stop teasing us?” Y/N said. Then their friends just laughed at them but they also stopped.
“I think we should go now to our rooms,” Yuna said and all of them agreed. While they are going to their rooms, Wooyoung approached her and carried her bag and San smirked when he saw it and…
“Seonghwa and Hongjoong, if you just know the story of how they did meet, you two will be laughing,” San said.
"Why? I think you should share it with us later," Seonghwa said.
"Okay! I will share it with the two of you later, because someone here is the reason why they met," San said as he looked at Yuna. Then Yuna just raised one of her eyebrows and…
“What are you looking at San?” Yuna asked and San smirked.
“You thought I don’t know? Ha!” San said and Yuna just rolled her eyes at him and left him.
“Oh! We kinda get it that Yuna is the reason why they met,” Hongjoong said and all of them laughed. As for Wooyoung and Y/N are walking at the same time…
“I didn’t expect you will be an owner of a hotel resort,” Y/N said and Wooyoung chuckled.
“For me, I didn’t expect I will actually meet you again,” Wooyoung said as he smiled at her and Y/N blushed. As they reached their rooms…
“Thanks for helping us Wooyoung and San! “ Y/N said as she smiled at both of them.
“No problem! If all of you need help. You can call us, okay? Since we are always around here the hotel resort,” Wooyoung said and all of them nodded then Yuna and Y/N went inside their room.
“I think you too will be closer,” Yuna said.
“Are you referring to Wooyoung?” Y/N said.
“Of course! To be honest, I didn’t know that they are friends with Seonghwa and Hongjoong. I was also surprised that he is also an owner of the resort,” Yuna said.
“Oh! Okay! Their resort is really big and probably the price per night is very expensive,” Y/N said.
“Yup! Hongjoong told me that Wooyoung made our 3 days vacation for free,” Yuna said.
“What? It means we really didn’t pay at all?” Y/N asked and Yuna nodded.
"Wow! Wooyoung and San are very generous too huh?" Y/N said and Yuna agreed. As for Seonghwa and Hongjoong who are with San and Wooyoung in their room…
“Guys, you can just ask Wooyoung about how they did meet,” San said as he winked at Wooyoung and he sighed.
“Seriously? Are we really going talk about that?” Wooyoung asked.
"Of course! We think it would be interesting if you would share it with us," Seonghwa said.
"Just spill it out. You don't have to tell it in detail," Hongjoong said as he smirked.
"Hongjoong! I know what you are really thinking and I will tell all of you that nothing happened between us. I just drive her home because Yuna just left her in the bar and Y/N is really drunk and probably Yuna doesn't know that I am friends with the two of you and she just told me that I should take her home," Wooyoung said.
“What? Yuna left her in the bar? Why?” Seonghwa asked.
“Y/N is really drunk and she told Yuna that she wanted to meet the guy that keeps eyeing her that time, which is me,” Wooyoung said.
“Oh! Okay! Yuna really saw you that you are looking at Y/N and even let you drive her home?” Hongjoong asked.
"Yup! But thankfully I didn't leave her because you know, many maniacs are in the bar," Wooyoung said.
“Like you?” Seonghwa asked as he teased him then Hongjoong and San laughed loudly at his question.
"Yah! I am not a maniac! I just drive her home and helped her to walk inside her house then I just went home. Also, I will never take advantage of a completely drunk woman," Wooyoung said.
"Fine! I am just kidding," Seonghwa said and all of them just laughed. As time goes by, it's time for them to appreciate the beauty of the ocean near their accommodation then Y/N and Yuna are both in a swimsuit. That time, while they are swimming and having bonded with their friends, Wooyoung and San are watching them from afar.
“She’s so beautiful and sexy!” Wooyoung thought. Then San noticed Wooyoung is looking at Y/N and…
“Hey, dude! Aren’t you staring at her that for long? Do you already like her?,” San said and Wooyoung blushed and nodded.
“Oh! Then approach and confess to her while she is here,” San said.
“I will try to find a right time to confess to her,” Wooyoung said.
“Okay! If you said so,” San said as he smiled at him.
"For now, I will just appreciate her from afar," Wooyoung said and San chuckled. As time goes by, it was already time for them to have dinner, and at that time Wooyoung and San decided to join them. But that time, when Wooyoung was about to give her the food, Seonghwa suddenly helped her get it and Wooyoung sighed.
“Thanks, Seonghwa!” Y/N said as both of them smiled.
“No problem!” Seonghwa said as he winked at her and Y/N blushed then Wooyoung suddenly coughed.
“We should eat now. Not flirting to each other. Shall we?” Wooyoung said as he made a fake smile at him and Seonghwa slightly laughed at him.
“Someone’s jealous?” Hongjoong asked as he teased him again.
"Me? Jealous? I am not!" Wooyoung said and all of them laughed at him.
“Just stop the teasing guys and let’s just eat,” Y/N said and Wooyoung smiled at her. Then after they had dinner. Y/N decided to walk and have some fresh air then when Wooyoung was about to join her, Seonghwa joined her and he put his arms on her shoulders and…
“I don’t know if Seonghwa is really doing this on purpose. He keeps lurking around Y/N!” Wooyoung thought as he looked at them. Then their other friends saw him and…
“You want us to disturb them for you?” Hongjoong asked.
"Huh? No! Also, it seems they are really comfortable with each other too," Wooyoung said.
“We really know that you are jealous!” Yuna said.
"No, I am not!" Wooyoung said as he continued to deny it.
“You are! We saw that your eyes are like going to stab Seonghwa at his back,” San said then Hongjoong and Yuna laughed and Wooyoung just sighed.
“Fine! I am jealous!” Wooyoung said as he rolled his eyes at them.
“To be honest, the reason why they are close to each other because they are college friends too,” Yuna said.
“Oh! I see! I should get going first,” Wooyoung said as he just left them. Then San, Yuna, and Hongjoong talked to each other and…
“I have an idea!” San said as he smiled at them.
"You should share it with us later when Seonghwa came back, okay?" Yuna said and San nodded.
“I hope whatever idea you have, will be very interesting,” Hongjoong said.
“No worries! This will be very interesting!” San said as he winked at them then Yuna and Hongjoong just nodded and smiled at each other.
FAST FORWARD…
It was already the day where they will be checking out of the hotel resort and that time after they had breakfast…
"Since we already explored this resort and we are just waiting now to check out. I am still sleepy and I wanted to take a nap first. You should wake me up before noon, okay?" Y/N said.
"Okay! You can rest first," Yuna said as she smiled at her. Then as time goes by, it was already 1 pm and Y/N just woke up and she was shocked.
"OMG! It's already 1 pm and Yuna didn't wake me up!" Y/N said and when she was searching for Yuna…
“OMG! Where is she?” Y/N thought. Then she decided to call Wooyoung.
THEIR CONVERSATION…
Wooyoung: Hey. Y/N! Why did you call me? I thought you already left the resort.
Y/N: Huh? You mean they already left without me?
Wooyoung: Wait! You are still here in the resort?
Y/N: Yup!
Wooyoung: I will check the reservations area when they really already checked out and left.
Y/N: Okay! I will just wait for you.
Wooyoung went to the front desk office and he decided to check the reservation and he was shocked because…
Wooyoung: Y/N, I wanted to tell you that they already checked out and I saw that your reservation under your name was extended for 3 days again.
Y/N: What? Are you serious?
Wooyoung: Yup! *sends a screenshot of it*
Y/N: My gosh! I think this Yuna’s plan!
Wooyoung: I think I should go there to your room and talk to you.
Y/N: Okay!
END CONVERSATION.
"I don't know why is Yuna like this!" Y/N thought as she got angry and frustrated at Yuna. Then someone knocked on the door and as she opened it was Wooyoung and she let him in then both of them sat on the sofa.
“Did you already know that this will happen?” Y/N asked.
"No, I am not! I am also shocked that your stay here was extended but don't worry I won't make you pay for those 3 days extensions since you are my friend. Also, San didn't inform me that your stay was extended," Wooyoung said.
"Okay! I am now thinking that San and Yuna might be the ones who planned all this. Where is San now? We need to talk to him," Y/N said as she raised one of her eyebrows.
“San left an hour ago too,” Wooyoung said.
“Gosh! Our friends are very crazy! They even left me here,” Y/N said as she sighed.
“I can be with you for your 3 days stay of extension here. So, that you will not be alone. After all, I am the owner of this resort,” Wooyoung said as he slightly smiled at her and Y/N looked at him and smiled back.
“Well, you have a point! Are there still guests outside?” Y/N asked.
“To be honest, when I checked the reservation for today no one will check-in and it means you are the only guest that I have now in this resort,” Wooyoung said and Y/N was surprised.
“What? That’s strange,” Y/N said.
“I know! It seems it’s really all San’s fault because we are the only ones that can control the guests from reserving a room,” Wooyoung said.
“Oh well! What can we do now? I think you should just stay here with me in the room since I don’t want to be alone too,” Y/N said and Wooyoung blushed.
“Are you sure about that?” Wooyoung asked.
“Yup! Also, you can accompany me throughout the 3 days of extension here,” Y/N said as she smiled at him.
“Okay! If you said so, Y/N,” Wooyoung said as he smiled at her.
"I will be going stay with her for 3 days and it seems San really did this plan for me to confess to her," Wooyoung thought.
“So, what do you want to do now? It’s almost 2 pm,” Wooyoung said.
“Umm… I think you should make me try other water activities,” Y/N said.
"Oh! That's a great choice and I will also join you in those activities," Wooyoung said as he winked at her and she blushed.
“Sure! I will get change,” Y/N said.
"Okay! I will come back here when I am also finished changing and tell the staff to prepare the equipment," Wooyoung said and Y/N nodded and she smiled then Wooyoung left her. While Y/N is changing into her swim swear…
"Gosh! I will be with Wooyoung for 3 days! But I don't mind since he is also handsome and cute," Y/N thought as she got giddy. As time goes by, Wooyoung knocked on the door and when Y/N opened the door, Wooyoung is shirtless and he is only wearing shorts and Y/N blushed.
“Damn! He has abs and has a good body!” Y/N thought as she stared at him for long and Wooyoung noticed it and he smirked at her.
“Staring too much, Y/N?” Wooyoung said as he winked at her and Y/N gulped.
"Oh! I am sorry! I have to say you have a good set of abs and you are in a good shape," Y/N said as she tried to smile at him and Wooyoung chuckled.
"Thanks for the compliment! To be honest, you look great in your swimwear too," Wooyoung said as he smiled at her.
"Thanks! Let's go and I am kinda excited to do the water activities," Y/N said and both of them smiled at each other. Then both of them had fun in each water activity they did and sometimes, Wooyoung suddenly carries her that made Y/N shock and surprise because of the skinship but Y/N didn't mind at all. As time goes by, it was already 5 pm and both of them went to the room and had dinner.
“I think San and Yuna’s plan was not bad at all because you are here with me,” Y/N said as she smiled at him and Wooyoung blushed at her words.
"Thanks, that you let me accompany you for today and also, for the next 3 days," Wooyoung said as he smiled at her and Y/N blushed.
“I wanted to ask you. Do you remember me?” Wooyoung asked.
“Huh? I just remember you when we met in the bar, that’s all. Why?” Y/N asked.
"To be honest, I was the one who bullied you when we are in high school and I am really sorry that I did so many bad things to you that time that made you transfer to another school," Wooyoung said as he sighed and can't look at her. Then Y/N suddenly cupped his face, which made Wooyoung surprised and…
"That was a long time ago and don't worry I already forgive you. I know you are just a very bad boy that time," Y/N said as she smiled at him.
“I thought you will be mad at me when you knew that I was the one who bullied you,” Wooyoung said.
“That was all in the past and I think I should forget it too,” Y/N said.
“You have point! To be honest, when I first saw you again in the bar. I was really surprised that you aren’t that introvert I think you are just very quiet but you are still friendly,” Wooyoung said.
“You’re right!” Y/N said as she smiled.
“Also, I will never forget that you kissed me twice when you are drunk,” Wooyoung said and Y/N blushed.
"Oh! I don't know what to say now," Y/N said as she can't look at him. But then Wooyoung stood up and lift her chin and…
“Y/N, I like you and I want you to be my girlfriend,” Wooyoung said. Then Y/N was so shocked but when she was about to talk, he kissed her passionately and Y/N just responded to the kiss then Wooyoung felt it and he smirked. Then while they are still kissing, he carried her and laid her to the bed and…
“It means you will accept me as your boyfriend? You will be mine starting tonight?” Wooyoung asked.
"Yes! I also like you and I love you! I am yours now," Y/N said as she suddenly kissed him and Wooyoung just kissed her back. Then Wooyoung's hands roamed her body and he cupped Y/N's breast that made Y/N moaned into the kiss as Wooyoung let his tongue slip into her mouth and dominated the kiss. Then they suddenly stop and he helped Y/N remove her swimwear and when she was already naked, she was about to cover herself but Wooyoung shoves her hands away.
"Don't cover it. You are so hot and sexy, Y/N!" Wooyoung said as he bites his lips and Y/N blushed. Then it was Wooyoung's turn to remove his shorts together with his boxers that made Y/N shocked and…
“Shit! He is a whole masterpiece!” Y/N thought and she gulped.
"This body is all yours and yours is mine for tonight," Wooyoung said as he smirked and he hovered above her and he kissed her neck as he licks and sucks it delicately that made Y/N moan his name softly and he made a hickey on it. Then his kisses went to her breast and he also sucks, licks, and bites the nipples that made Y/N arch her back from the pleasure she felt then Wooyoung kissed every inch of her including her inner thighs as he slightly bit it that made Y/N moan his name.
“I really love the way you respond in every thing what I do to you,” Wooyoung said as he smirked. Then Wooyoung kissed again her lips and one of his hands went to her core and inserted two fingers to her and pumped it at a fast pace that made Y/N moan into the kiss but Wooyoung decided to pull out from the kiss and he held her head and…
“I want to see how much you like my fingers to you, babe!” Wooyoung said and Y/N tried to make eye contact with him but when Wooyoung pumped it more and curled his fingers inside her core, she arched her back and gripped his biceps and Wooyoung just smirked at her.
“Fuck! Keep moaning my name like that, babe!” Wooyoung said as he continued to pump his fingers and Y/N can’t stop moaning his name.
“Shit! Wooyoung, I will cum!” Y/N said.
“Cum for me, Babe!” Wooyoung said then in few thrusts of his fingers to her, she cum onto his fingers and as soon as he pulled out his fingers to her, he licked it while looking at her with lustful eyes and…
"You are so delicious, babe!" Wooyoung said as he smirked. Then he gets a condom from his bag and he put it in his cock and he went back to her.
“Is this your first time?” Wooyoung asked and Y/N just nodded and…
“Don’t worry I will be gentle at first. So, are you ready for me, Y/N?” Wooyoung asked.
“Yes! I love you Wooyoung!” Y/N said.
"I love you too so much Y/N!" Wooyoung said as he kissed her passionately and he slowly inserted his cock to her core that made Y/N moaned into their kiss and Wooyoung decided to kiss her neck and lick her earlobe to distract Y/N from the pain.
“Don’t worry babe. It will give you so much pleasure later,” Wooyoung said as he whispered. Then in a few seconds, Y/N already adjusted to his size and…
“Wooyoung, you can move now!” Y/N said.
“Are you sure?” Wooyoung said and Y/N just nodded and he smirked. Then he started to thrust his cock to her at a fast pace that made Y/N gripped his biceps again and Wooyoung decided to suck her breast while thrusting his cock to her.
“Fuck! You feel so good, Wooyoung!” Y/N said and Wooyoung smirked at her words. Then he suddenly thrust his cock to her at a hard and rough pace that made Y/N arched her back violently that made Wooyoung hummed in satisfaction.
”You are so fucking tight! Shit!” Wooyoung said. Then he decided to hug her body that made his cock got deeper and Y/N dug her nails into his back and moaned loudly his name like a mantra.
“Feel so good deeper to you, Y/N!” Wooyoung said as he whispered to her and bite her earlobe. As time goes by, Wooyoung is still thrusting his cock to her deep and hard…
“Wooyoung! I will cum!” Y/N said.
“Cum with me, Y/N!” Wooyoung said. Then in few thrusts of his cock to her, both of them moan each other’s name as they cum. As soon as Wooyoung pulled out his cock to her, he removed the condom and threw it in the trash bin and went back to lay beside her and…
“ I am so happy you accepted me as your boyfriend and also, I am your first,” Wooyoung said as he smiled at her.
“Of course, I am! Aside from being handsome and hot, I really like your personality too,” Y/N said.
“Me too! I didn’t expect the one that I bullied before is now my girlfriend. I love you Y/N!” Wooyoung said.
"I love you too so much, Wooyoung!" Y/N said and Wooyoung kissed her lips quickly then he decided to hug her close to him as they sleep. For the 3 days extension of her stay in Wooyoung's resort, they cherish and enjoy every moment.
끝 THE END
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Bruised but Not Broken
Pairing: Cody x fem!medic!Reader
Warnings: 18+, light smut, angst, violence, blood, gore, death, alcohol, depression
Tags: @sunburstcody I wrote this for you.
You’re on the battlefield of war again. Covering your mouth with a gloved hand, your lungs forcibly expel the thick smoke. Blaster bolts whizz past your head as you crouch behind a fallen AT-RT walker. The clone trooper slumped against the machine groans in agony, head flopping to the side, as you try to ease his pain with a numbing injection.
With a steady, confident voice, you say, “You’ll be alright.”
But deep down, you tremble. Please, not another one, not another one.
You didn’t want another trooper to die. He was just a goddamn shiny! You wave down a passing clone trooper for help. Both of you take the wrists of the fallen clone and drag him behind the thick vegetation where the rest of the wounded were placed.
You take off the trooper’s helmet to assess his wounds. The damage is severe, like most wounds you have already become desensitized to. His neck looks like an unraveled mess of shredded muscle and tissue, jagged and pointing in unnatural directions. The blaster bolt that clipped him left his neck looking life a half-spere, bleeding profusely. While tossing backwards the flap to your medical bag, the absence of supplies cruelly laughs at your surprised face and sends a cold wave of dread over your skin. The entire bag is empty.
Trying not to make it obvious to the soldier, you advert your gaze and swallow the hard clump in the back of your throat. This clone trooper is doomed and there is nothing your can do about it. Rationally, you decide to return to the battlefield to save other potential survivors. No time to waste on the already dead. Before you can run back into the fray, the clone trooper clasps your wrist. You pause for a second, then kneel back down and grip the clone trooper’s hand tightly. Tears burn the back of your eyes.
“I—I don’t want to die,” he gurgles. “I don’t want to be forgotten.”
His face is a carbon copy of Jango Fett, but he has an intricate rose tattoo that stretches from his brow, over the side of his head, and down behind his ear. You also note his eyes to be a very rich earthy color, like when the soil is dark and saturated with water after a hard rain. But his beauty is short lived when ground-shaking explosions and echoing shouts from the other clone troopers sucks you back into reality. The clone’s eyes turn red and begin to wiggle with heavy tears.
Deep down, the terrible pit in your stomach wants to lurch forward and trade your life with this clone. So, at least, he could experience life without fear, or missions, or being taught that he’s disposable in the grand scheme of this war he never asked for.
“I won’t let you be forgotten—” your thumb brushes the tears falling form his eyes.
Despite his pain, he weakly smiles at the thought that someone – somehow in his pathetically short lifespan – actually cares for him, then he shut his eyes forever.
A single tear, heavy with thousands of memories like this one, burns the side on your cheek until in finally drops off your chin and absorbs into the blood soaked ground.
You didn’t even get his CT number… not even his nickname.
Blinking once, you bury these feelings into a deep place for another time. For now, you need to focus.
~
You remembered the look Cody gave you when your battalion returned to the shuttle. The standard white attire you wore is stained with blood and soot. He is truly a sight for sore eyes. Halfheartedly grinning, shoulders slumping in relief, you are happy he survived. The thought of another innocent becoming a casualty of war turns your stomach. Luckily, the few clone troopers who managed to survive are either put into medical capsules or hobble into the arms of their fellow brothers. You shuffle towards the commander and plop your head on his shoulder. He squeezes you in his arms then helps you into the LAAT. This planet was devastating, but it was won. You should feel good, but all you feel is painful exhaustion in your shaky legs and feeble lungs. Not to mention the invisible weight creeping onto your shoulders.
It is like this every time, all over again… and again… and again.
Guilt fills your aching heart like an overstuffed balloon. It is like clockwork. This stabbing pang in your chest rises intensely and fades after every mission. You rub the unseen soreness with your palm as the refresher gushes hot water over your squatted, naked body, the steam cleansing your lungs. It is not enough to cure the pain however, but you need to rid your physical self of all the grime – all the evidence – of the soldiers you could not save today. The dense mist shields your vulnerable form and the heavy pattering of the water drowns out your whimpers as you cry away the horrible events that plague your mind.
This… this small, private space in the refresher… had to be enough.
It is your only fortunate curtesy in these dark times.
~
Your first mission was on Kashyyyk and you were absolutely mesmerized by how densely forested one planet could be. Given that the temperature here was nothing like what you experienced at home, by the time your squad rendezvoused at the main base, your cloths had already become drenched with sweat. Taking a swipe to your forehead with the back of your hand, you began to understand why none of the other medic graduates willingly chose this planet. The only graduate on the list was you.
The commander glances at you.
“So, now the Republic is sending anybody these days. Pathetic,” he scoffs, probably eyeing you up and down under his helmet.
“I wanted clone medics, not greenhorns who’ll shit their pants the moment they land on the battlefield.”
Taking a step forward, Shots, the head medic, points at the commander.
“Oi! Watch it. She finished at the top her class at the academy and is one of my best trainees I’ve had on the field. She might not be a clone, but I’d entrust her with my life. Plus, the Republic needs all the help it can get.”
The commander dismissively waves at the both of you while turning on his heel and mumbling an agitated ‘whatever’ under his breath. Letting out a deep sigh and closing your eyes, you unclench your fists that you didn’t realize had formed during this rude confrontation. Shots turns towards you and pats his hand on your shoulder.
“Don’t be intimidated by these guys—” he points over his shoulder at the clone troopers with his thumb “—war does this to us clones sometimes. Makes us hard inside—” his fist thumps twice over his heart.
~
“Okay, when all hell breaks loose, just stay hot on my tail,” Shots whispers into your ear while your squad slowly proceeds through the thick vegetation. This was it. You first time on a real battlefront against the Separatists.
Keeping your eyes ahead, your mind did not process the sudden explosion of brain matter that splattered on your face. You look to the side, towards its origin. Shots, the clone medic who had been your mentor since day one, the clone medic who never doubted your medical training, is flat on his back on the ground. The brain matter came from him. Shots’ face, a face you had conversed with just seconds ago, is now perfectly hollowed out by a blaster bolt. You crouch down and stare at the dead clone medic, hands shaking profoundly.
He is not dead. This is not real. No way!
No amount of medical training could prepare your for losing a loved one.
Screaming grounds your focus. The blasters firing, the yelling, the smoke entering your lungs, the whole world rapidly woke up in your ears and everything is very loud again.
“Where the kriffin’ hell are these blasts coming from?” a clone trooper hollers while shooting into the forest, his brothers scrambling to find shelter behind the trees.
“It’s an ambush!”
“We need a medic!”
You run towards the clone troopers ducked behind a fallen log. Immediately, your adrenaline kicks in and you remember where you are, what you need to do. Pulling out supplies, you patch up their fallen comrade, but when everything seems to be smoothing out, a trooper bellows, “GET DOWN!”
You look up and spot the missile flying right towards your face.
~
You jolt awake with a startled gasp. Gulping down air, you realize that you are in your barracks. Safe…safe…for now. Looking down, you sigh at the state of your shirt. A dark stain in the fabric trails down your chest, sticking to your damp skin. You stand up and change into a clean shirt before heading over to the sink.
After splashing your face with some cold water, you peer at yourself in the mirror. Exhaustion looks back at you. The purple bags under your eyes only seem to become worse as this war drags on. Nothing can make this night worse. As if on cue, the rapping at your door frightens you out of your thoughts.
Stepping over to your room door, you click a button and it hisses open. You wipe your face with your hand, massaging the soreness out of your puffy eyes, and sigh a soft ‘what’ at the commander standing in front of you.
“You’re needed in the med bay,” Cody states.
Grunting in response, you turn around and begin to put on your uniform in silence. The commander steps into your room, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I’m worried about you. You look like you haven’t slept in days.”
You face Cody while aggressively putting your hair into a quick, messy bun.
“Did Kenobi put you up to this? Now he’s sending his commander to spy on a poor ‘lil, sleep deprived medic, huh?” you spit while adjusting your boots too tightly.
Cody does not respond and a twinge of guilt shoots through your stomach. Looking over to the commander, he is gripping his helmet a little too firmly and his eyes are adverted… deeply hurt.
“Oh, Cody… I didn’t mean that…” you confess, shoulders sagging.
Standing up, you cup Cody’s cheek and lift his chin to look at you— “It’s just… I don’t know actually…” I’m actually tired of burying myself beneath all this death.
“You haven’t been yourself.” He overlaps your hand with his large one, eyes softening.
“None of us have—” you let go of his cheek and wrap your arms around his armored torso, nudging your head close to his heart with a long exhale “—I’m sorry that I snapped.”
Cody’s free hand rubs slowly down your back as he pecks your forehead. Releasing each other, you gaze up at the commander and force a tiny grin.
Cody’s eyes sag downwards. “I… don’t know what to say.” I don’t know how to make things better for us.
“There’s nothing you can say.” I want to tell you that everything hurts.
As you veer around his presence, you pat his armored shoulder before disappearing into the corridor of the attack cruiser. Your heart screams for Cody to stop you from walking away. It feels like magnets pulling you back into that room, tugging your body to turn around and go back to explain everything. Inside your mind, however, you are blank of thought and ignore your instincts. The only thing filling the void is the agonizing screams and last words from the clone troopers you couldn’t save.
~
THE WAR IS OVER!
GRIEVOUS DEAD!
CHANCELLOR ARRESTED FOR TREASON!
Coruscant is in the midst of wild and loud celebration. At 79’s, the clone troopers drink and sing until they fall over, but Cody merely sits and stares at his untouched shot of alcohol in a private corner. Somewhere in the background commotion, Rex dances on a tabletop with two twi’lek, which makes the crowd of clones howl even louder. The floor screeches when the commander abruptly pushes his chair back to leave the bar. Nobody seems to notice his absence in all the partying.
Outside, confetti falls from the sky while rockets pop and squeal into the air, lighting up the night. Cody walks alone and passes the multitude of citizens embracing each other. None are the wiser about the commander walking by them – a soldier who helped end the war – as he navigates through the streets of Coruscant. He doesn’t mind though because there is only one person on Cody’s mind that he wants to see.
~
Standing in front of your apartment door, Cody hesitates for a moment before finally unlocking it and treading inside. He places his helmet on the kitchen counter and looks around. So many memories reside in this small place. Your couch still remains were it was the last time he visited your home. That couch where he kissed you for the first time and decided that this is the only person he wants for the rest of his life. Shaking his head with a fond smile, he continues his investigation.
Sliding open the door to your bedroom, the commander expects the worst when his eyes glance towards an empty bottle of wine abandoned on the floor. He scans the room and finds shattered pieces of glass littering the carpet, a red dot staining the nearby wall. The commander assumes that you must have obliterated the wine glass in your fit of drunken rage. Holding his breath, Cody’s eyes widen at the dried-up specks of blood accompanying the mess. He finally takes a step past the bedroom threshold and notices the outline of your body beneath the mattress covers.
Your body becomes larger as Cody slowly advances closer to the bed, boots dodging the sharp pieces of glass. He notices your arm, hand wrapped in gauze, poking out of the mountain of blankets. His fingers gently brush your wrist. Sighing with relief, the commander relaxes from the light thump of your pulse against his fingers. You groan in sleepy annoyance from his cold touch and retreat your arm into the safety under your huddled-up covers. Cody grins slightly in amusement. Pulling up a chair next to your bed, he tenderly shakes your shoulder to waken you.
Slowly but surely, you peel your heavy eyelids open with a throaty groan then glance up at the commander sitting close beside your bed. You say nothing and just await the reason why he is in your room on this particular night. Cody closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before finally breaking the stillness.
“The war’s over. I thought I’d find you with the rest of the boys celebrating, but you never showed.”
Looking at your damaged hand, you remark, “I was… busy.”
“If there’s anything on your chest, you can tell me about it.”
“It’s all over now. The war’s over. There’s nothing to talk about anymore.”
“No!” Cody snaps. “Somethin’s eating you alive inside. I’ve noticed! And—and—” his voice softens “— I want to help… Please… I love you.”
That I love you stung.
You give up hiding it. He already knows and there is no point keeping secrets from the man you adore… the man you trust.
“This day isn’t fair! We won, so what? I’ve never felt less accomplished in my entire life—” your fingers dig into the bedsheets “—I couldn’t save them—” you blink away the squirming tears obscuring your vision “—they all died and never got to see the end.”
Cody understands immediately who you are talking about. The clones. His brothers.
“We were bred for this—”
“Y’all are more than just stupid numbers, Cody! He had a name! They all did!”
You scream in agony into your mattress as your walls come tumbling down. After a moment of letting go of the pain, small hiccups pipe from your aching chest as you slowly calm yourself down.
“It’s hard being the one who survives. That’s a burden I – all my brothers – will have to carry. But not you. You don’t have to do this alone.”
Not knowing how else to help you, he lifts his hand and slips his fingers beneath yours, helping you ease your grip on the poor mattress. His thumb rubs gentle circles into your skin while the atmosphere goes still again. Unspoken understanding passes between the two of you. No words had to be exchanged as you share this silent moment with the commander.
Then, in the dead quiet, tears filter down your cheeks. You did not know where they came from, but you didn’t feel sick anymore.
Cody is there. He takes off his boots and armor and slips into the bed, wrapping you with the most protective hug. This warm space inside his arms calm you, but the tears still fall. Peering up into the commander’s face, you giggle uncontrollably when he kisses your red, puffy eyes. He keeps kissing you until all the tears are dry and you stop crying, then he slows down and takes his time. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you embrace the commander and the hands running up your sides.
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Cody's body rocks together with yours in slow, sensual movements. Your arms firmly grip around the commander’s torso as he takes care of you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while warmly caging you beneath his weight.
His strong arms bend backwards to hold your thighs with his calloused hands. The affection in his thrusts is unrushed. His hips roll in big, smooth circles to memorize your walls, to memorize the way you softly whimper and pant from the endearing pleasure he gives you.
You are his world. He wants nothing more than to keep you here in this moment forever to show how much he loves you. Luckily, he'll have so much more time to do so now since the war is over.
Your head lulls back into the soft pillow, mouth agape, as you allow yourself this moment to unwind. As Cody's cock delves rhythmically into your folds, you moan with each stroke. The tip of your ears heat up from the way this man above you tickles your neck with feather light kisses. He strokes your thighs with his thumbs, making sure not to buck too harshly into your hips. Tears begin to burn your eyes again.
This man is making love to you.
Cody – after everything he has been through in this war – still somehow retained his gentleness. But now he is sharing some of it with you in order for you to heal.
The commander continues to whisper into your ear as you silence your whimpers in his chest, hands coming to rest on his pecs to feel more sheltered and secure under him.
"Everything will be okay," is all that he repeats. "Everything will be okay."
Smiling, you believe him while he gently wipes away your tears with his thumb.
#commander cody x reader#commander cody fanfiction#commander cody#commander cody x you#the clone wars fanfiction#star wars fanfiction
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Levi x Reader Nightmares
Screaming filled your room as your eyes shot open and your body jerked up. You had woken up gasping and a few tears rolled down your face, dropping onto your covers. Dragging a hand up your face and into your (H/C) tresses, you tried to calm yourself down so you could go back to sleep. You laid back down, wiping your tears away and staring up at the ceiling.
You are glad that you requested for your own room because you wouldn't want anyone to see you like this, or for them to wake up because of your screaming and crying.
For a moment, you closed your eyes as you sighed heavily and shook your head to rid of the memory.
"Please! Stop! She can't breathe! Aren't you Military Police meant to help us, not kill us?!"
You clenched your eyes shut as if the nightmare would end. Why does your past still haunt you? Why can't you just forget about it? You hated waking up in the middle of the night nearly every night. Every time, you would wake up panting, or bawling your eyes out, or you would just wake up silently.
You detest people, mostly the Military Police because they are the cause of the nightmares which wake you up every night. They are the reason you can never forget about your past. It's all their fault that you are broken and it will be hard for you to get yourself together again and to rid of those horrible memories.
Slowly drifting back to sleep, you tried your best to shake those flashbacks out of your head so you can continue your sleep without any disturbances from your wretched past from years ago. However, you don't let that bring your morale down. You try to stay as happy as you can so you aren't a burden on anyone else, so you smile your past off. Laughing with other people makes you forget about it.
Sometimes, you really dislike your life and wished you were never born in the first place. But other times, when you are with your comrades, you love living and you're glad you're still alive.
Titans make this a ruthless world. But your comrades cheer you up.
Titans eat and kill your friends. But the remaining ones comfort you.
It's a cycle.
The same thing happens over and over again but it's difficult to get used to it. No matter how many times it happened, you used to react the same as always. Now, you know not to grow too close with anyone because that friendship will disintegrate before your eyes. You don't mourn over them anymore because it always happens and you see no value in it - it won’t bring them back.
When sunlight fingered through your sheer curtains, you woke up after being able to sleep peacefully for the rest of the night. But you were still quite sleep-deprived like you would be any other day. It's unhealthy that you hardly get any sleep, but you can't help it.
Sluggishly, you got ready for the day and walked to the mess hall for breakfast, sitting down on the table where your friends were.
"Hi, guys," you said.
"Hey."
"Hi."
"Hello, (Y/N)."
You yawned as you were about to take a bite from your food, so you covered your mouth, having the urge to just rest your head on the table and sleep.
"How come you’re tired? You're lucky to be able to have your own room so no one wakes you up in the middle of the night."
I'm not lucky. I still wake up in the middle of the night and it isn't because of someone, you thought.
"I didn't get much sleep last night."
"Yeah, because I kept you up," Jean smirked.
"Shut up."
"You aren't denying it."
"You weren't the one who caused my lack of sleep," you retorted.
"What was it then?" Connie asked.
"I... just wasn't able to fall asleep," you lied.
"I know something that will tire you out," Jean stated with that smug face, so you rammed your foot into his under the table.
You quickly finished your food and went outside so you could have some peace before the day full of training and chores starts. Strolling far from the castle-like building, you went to a tree and stood beneath it, leaning against the trunk as you stared into the distance with your arms crossed over your chest. There was a slight breeze which rippled through the air and made your hair flow with the rhythm of the wind.
"What are you doing out here, brat?"
"I wanted some peace," you replied.
"... Are you okay?"
"Why are you asking?"
"Because the only other room near mine, is yours and I heard someone screaming like they were getting murdered or something."
A shade of red dusted onto your cheeks. Of all people, Levi was the one who had to hear that.
"You were awake?"
"Yeah, I had work to finish off. And even if I was sleeping, I'd probably wake up. What happened?"
"Well, clearly, I wasn't getting murdered. I just had a... nightmare."
"A nightmare made you scream your head off?"
"It wasn't a normal one. It was more like a flashback from my past... I don't want to talk about it."
"Okay... It's kind of cold. Don't you want to be inside?"
"No, I'm fine."
With that, Levi left you alone, going towards the building.
Is there no cure to your nightmares? Is there not something that would allow you to sleep calmly? You have thought about something that will let you sleep in peace, but it's something that will make you sleep forever so you never tried. You didn't like that you actually had thoughts about that. Your life was messed up and it messed up your mind, making you think of unbelievable things.
You wished you could have a normal life. One without despicable people. One without vile titans. One without depression. All you wanted was a cheerful life.
After finished your cleaning duties, you wandered around HQ by yourself since there was nothing else to do.
Your head shot around when you heard someone talk in a cheery voice, thinking it was someone you knew ages ago but it wasn't. It was just some other Scout. They smiled at you and ended up laughing when they noticed that you zoned out, which had brought you back to reality. You gave a slight smile in return, but you immediately turned around and paced through the corridors, going somewhere where it was quiet and you could be alone. You found a dead end and leaned against the wall, sliding down it. Your knees were bent and you crossed your arms on your knees, resting your head in your arms as tears streamed down your face, some landing on your legs and some pattering onto the floor.
That Scout's voice and smile reminded you of Rose - a girl you grew up with. But her life ended before she could even get in trouble with her friends. Before she could run around and play within the walls. Before she could acknowledge what a terrible world it is.
She had ginger kind of hair which only went just above her shoulders. She had glistening, dark blue eyes. She was always happy and always had a smile on her face. Rose was younger than you, but only by two years, and she would call you Big Sis because she said that you reminded her of her sister. She didn't have a family since she had no idea where her parents were, so her sister was her only family, but she got killed by some thugs.
Similar to her, your parents were killed and you were an only child, so you didn’t have a family. You lived in the Underground, which is where you met Rose, along with Abigail. Abigail wasn't as sweet as Rose, but she was caring and didn't like showing it. She was the eldest out of the three of you and she always looked after you and Rose until she left both of you unexpectedly without saying goodbye.
That left you and Rose to live together, stealing together, running together and fighting together.
That all changed when you left Rose somewhere to hide as you went to steal some food. You successfully did and made your way back to her, but when you got to the place you told her to stay, she was nowhere to be seen. You abandoned the food and ran around, searching for her. Eventually, it turned dark and you had to rest, so you could start looking for her again the next day.
As you tried to get some sleep, you couldn't because you needed Rose with you to be able to sleep. She wasn't safe and you knew that. So you began looking for her again, and she was still nowhere to be seen.
Returning to your original spot and that's when you heard Rose's, normally delicate voice, screaming. You jogged to her screams which were then silenced before you heard gasping like she was struggling to breathe. You gasped as well when you saw Rose trying to get air into her lungs. A hand was wrapped around her neck and she was lifted off the floor, pushed against the cold, stone wall. You knew the uniform that the person was wearing - it was the uniform of Military Police.
"Please! Stop! She can't breathe! Aren't you MPs meant to help us not kill us?!"
You were about to rush towards her but a hand gripped your wrist, making you turn your head around. Another Military Police. You tried shaking his hand off but he wouldn't budge. He put a hand on your mouth and dragged you away before knocking you out.
When you woke up, you were kneeling down and your hands were tied behind your back. A rope was also tied around your ankles. You realised that you were positioned to look at Rose being harmed. When you saw her being slapped continuously on her cheeks, you widened your eyes and tried shouting. Her face was bright red and it looked like she was about to give out any second. There were bruises around her eyes and lip and a few cuts on her face.
What did they do while you were unconscious? Again, you tried shouting but you were gagged and anything you said was muffled. Tears ran down your face as you couldn't do anything, but watch.
The two Military Police stopped slapping her and started to kick her and knee her and punch her.
Why are they doing this?
After a while, you got so agitated that you looked for anything that would cut you out of the ropes. You noticed a dagger beside you so laid on your side and wiggled your fingers about to try and reach it. Once you got it in your hand, you started slicing at the rope which tied your wrists together. When that was done, you were able to easily cut through the ropes on your ankles.
However, when you were free, you realised that Rose wasn't moving and it didn't look like she was breathing. Her eyes were still open and blood leaked from her head.
The salty liquid left your eyes once again. You weren't going to run towards her, there was no chance in saving her, so you sprinted away in the other direction, as far as you could go.
A few years later, you joined the Scout Regiment and found out that that's where Abigail had come to. You were elated that you were reunited and you told her about Rose.
After a few months of being a Scout, Abigail had left you as well. On an expedition, she was grabbed by a Titan and she squirmed in its hand. The crack of her bones echoed in your ears and blood sputtered everywhere. Why were you always around death?
And that's what happened in your past. That's why you have nightmares nearly every night. That's why you can't sleep peacefully. That's why you are crying, right now.
As you quietly sobbed, you heard footsteps approach you but you didn't move. They sat down next to you as you continued crying. You glanced up when you felt a hand tap the top of your head in a caring way. The way Abigail would when you or Rose would be upset.
"W-What are you d-doing?" you stuttered, burying your face in your arms.
"Why are you crying?" Levi replied.
No words were able to leave your mouth; you had to calm down before you could speak to Levi or anyone.
Around twenty minutes passed and Levi was still by your side, he didn't say anything, nor did you. When you brushed your tears away and blew your nose into a tissue he handed to you, you told him about your life and why you have nightmares.
"My life is cursed. I'll lose all those who are close to me," you muttered once you told him everything.
"You aren't cursed, brat."
"Why can't I get rid of my memories? Why are they engraved into my brain so I never forget them?"
"You needed to let it all out and you needed to talk to someone about it. You might be able to sleep properly now."
"What if I still can't?" you asked quietly.
"You need someone by your side to comfort you. You can't deal with your problems by yourself."
"And who is that ‘someone’?"
"I don't know. Someone you trust or someone you have a liking to."
"I don't really trust anyone. And I don't think the person I like will want to help me with my problems."
"Why did you tell me about your past then? Do you trust me?"
"I, uhh... I don't know. I just let it all out like you said I needed to."
"Would you have done that if it was someone else?"
"I don't... think so."
"So do you trust me?"
"I guess."
"Then, I'll be there if you need me."
"Really?" You arched an eyebrow.
"Yeah. And why do you think that the person you like won't help you with your problems?"
"Well, I know they will now," you told him, kind of hinting that you were talking about him.
"What made you change your mind?"
"Um... because at first, they seem like someone who doesn't care about anyone, but once you get to know them better, they're really soft-hearted."
"Sounds like someone I know." He lifted an eyebrow.
"You know them very well."
"Should I guess who it is?"
"You have one guess."
"Is it me?"
"Yes..." you barely uttered.
"I like you, too," the raven whispered before softly moulding his lips with yours.
It was a short, sweet kiss that left a smile on your lips when you pulled away. Levi tucked a bunch of hair behind your ear and lightly caressed your face. A yawn left your mouth, so you laid your head on the male’s shoulder and fluttered your eyes closed.
"I want to sleep," you murmured.
"Have you finished your chores?"
"Yes."
"Why don't you sleep in a bed?"
"I'm not bothered."
"Tch. Lazy a*s."
"Shhh.”
Levi stayed silent as he allowed you to lay your head on his shoulder as your body was pressed up against his. With some reluctance, he rested his own head upon yours and put a hand on your lap, causing you to flinched, but then. you put your hand on top of his, and he softly stroked it with his thumb.
"Who's there?" a voice muttered to themselves. "Oh. It's just you guys,” Hanji said. She walked away, but her footsteps backed up to where you were. "What?!" she yelled, making you jump.
"What the hell, Hanji?" you snapped.
"When did this happen?!"
"Like five minutes ago."
"Aw! Okay, bye! Sorry for disturbing you!"
She squealed as she skipped away like a schoolgirl. You sighed before standing up and dusting your clothes.
"Where are you going?"
"To a bed."
"You can sleep in mine if you want."
"It's fine. I want my bed."
He nodded as he stood up and followed you, pecking your cheek before you entered your room and he went into his office.
You felt giddy as you laid in your bed, thinking about Levi and what happened, allowing you to fall asleep with a smile on your face.
A few months later...
Screaming filled your room as your eyes shot open and your body jerked up. You had woken up gasping and a few tears rolled down your face, dropping onto your covers. Dragging a hand up your face and into your (H/C) tresses, you tried to calm yourself down so you could go back to sleep. You leaned against the headboard of the bed, and felt fingers gingerly brush away your tears.
Turning your head to the side to look at the raven beside you, he sat up and kissed your cheek before embracing you into a hug. You flung your arms around him and cried into his shoulder as he comforted you, gently stroking your back.
"Shh. It's okay," Levi whispered. “I’m here. You’re okay.”
You slowly quietened down and rid of the tears that were still on your cheek. "Sorry," you spoke quietly.
"For what?"
"Waking you up."
"Don't be sorry."
"But don't you get annoyed that I wake you up by screaming?"
"No. I said I'll be here for you and I'll help you with your problems."
"Thank you, Levi,” you smiled softly, leaning your forehead against his.
He placed his lips on yours. "Anything for you."
Since you were now calm, you reclined onto your back and Levi did the same, looping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. Your head rested on his bare chest as he kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes.
You won't have to deal with your nightmares, which scarred you, by yourself anymore. You have Levi who will comfort you, help you and protect you. It's rare for you to have nightmares now, but they still happen and he is always by your side to keep you safe and to calm you down.
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Promise
Pairing: Aromantic!Fem!Reader x Ben Hardy
Warnings: Implied smut and some Feelings talk but honestly it’s pretty tame.
Words: 1,413
A/N: It’s Aggressively Arospec Week! So, as promised, I’m going to be posting a few blurbs/short one shots and things during the coming week to celebrate, all of them taking place within my Platonically verse. All of the posts will be tagged as “platonically event” in case you want to find them later (or block the tag)
This first one is inspired by a song - Promise by The Novel Ideas. I think it was probably written with a more romantic relationship in mind but theres a few lyrics in there that I choose to interpret as queerplatonic, and that especially reminded me of Ben and Reader in Platonically.
Ben’s house was a comforting place. You’d always felt comfortable there, since you’d first become friends with Ben, but especially after you got together. It was bigger than your place for one, an actual house and not a rundown flat you had to share to afford, though it was still fairly small. Its yard was almost non-existent but there was a scrap out the back that caught the sun in the afternoons. More than once you and however many friends had huddled there on wintery afternoons to warm up or else sprawled out in as few layers as you could get away with hoping the mercury wouldn’t rise much higher. So, after a day mostly spent indoors, huddled at your computers, you and Ben decided it might be nice to take a picnic rug out into the sunshine to relax before you had to worry about dinner. Of course, when Ben suggested the idea he chose to use the phrase, “boost our vitamin D levels” and you thought he was insinuating something else entirely.
“Well if that’s really what you want,” he laughed, pretending to reach for the waistband of his joggers.
Instead you stuck to his original idea, grabbing a fuzzy orange blanket from his wardrobe and laying it out over the patchy grass, throwing a couple of pillows down on top so your heads at least would be comfortable. For a while you just sort of did your own things near each other. Ben was preparing for a new movie so took the opportunity to read over the information he had and sections of the script, occasionally muttering to himself or highlighting something important (nearly always almost dropping his phone onto his face). And you happily stretched out beside him, relishing the warmth of the sun as you played games on your phone and scrolled through Tumblr. But, the lower in the sky the sun got, the closer together you moved until the sky was tinted with pink and you were laying perpendicular to each other, your head resting on his stomach. With a sigh, Ben set aside his phone and looked up at the wispy clouds moving across the sky. You knew what he was thinking about though he stayed quiet.
“How long before you go?”
“We start shooting in two weeks but I fly out a little before that just so I can get settled and meet everyone and there’s time to do any prep stuff before filming actually begins.” He paused but realised he hadn’t really answered you, “twelve days,”
“Thats ages away,” you said with a soft laugh though you both knew the time would go by quickly. It wouldn’t be the first time you waved Ben off at the airport, but it would be the first time since you’d decided to be queerplatonic partners. Something about it made you a little sad, knowing you wouldn’t have your best friend by your side for the few months it took to film the movie, but it wasn’t the end of the world and you were excited on his behalf too.
Ben sighed again, less audibly than before but you could feel it in the way his stomach and chest moved so you rolled over to face him, propping yourself up on your elbow, studying the pensive expression he wore and determining he needed cheering up.
“I expect you to bring me back a present,”
He smiled, his eyes drifting from the sky down to you as he let his head turn to the side, “I’ll keep that in mind,”
“And I don’t mean something crappy like sweets or whatever junk you usually bring me. That was fine before but there has to be some sort of perk since I’m your partner now. I mean, everyone thinks I’m your girlfriend so you really have no choice here, you have to bring me something good.”
The smile slowly spread until Ben was laughing, “Okay, something good it is then.”
You giggled along with him, ignoring the patch of hard dirt under your elbow until you couldn’t any longer and instead rolled onto your back so you could lie beside him and let him wrap you up in his arms. And for a little while that was enough. It was close to being too warm, hot as you were from laying in the sun, but you didn’t mind, content in the knowledge that Ben was happy too.
Slowly his grip loosened until it was just his palm rubbing gently over your stomach and side, his thoughts back where they’d been before, “If I’d known I wouldn’t have auditioned for the movie,”
“What?”
“If I’d known things between us would work. At the time I kinda figured it was a good excuse in case asking you out ruined shit. I could just lay low for a few weeks and then dip, give you some space. But now it kinda feels like a mistake.”
“Are you kidding? It’s a great roll, Ben, and you’re going to be amazing in it.”
“Yeah I know, and I am excited about it,”
“I’d hope so since it means you get to go to Greece,”
He gave another soft chuckle at that, “Yeah that’s definitely part of my excitement. And it will be fun. But things are really good with you. Like really good. And I don’t want to ruin that by leaving.”
You understood where he was coming from but still felt he was being a bit ridiculous, “You better not be getting romantically sentimental on me. It’s not like we live in the Regency period and have to rely on letters in the post or whatever. And besides, we’re not romantically involved so it’s a bit stupid for you to get all depressed about going.” You gave him a poke in the ribs for good measure.
“I promise I’m not,” there was an audible lift in his voice, “I just feel very protective of you. I don’t want you to be sad.”
“Uhhhh, I’m going to be house sitting for you so there’s no chance of me being sad. I’ll have this place to myself and I am definitely going to enjoy it. Playing music as loud as I want, eating my way through your stash of chocolate, playing all your video games whenever I want. Able to be loud when I masturbate. No need to worry about accidentally waking up a roommate or walking in on her giving her boyfriend a bj. Fucking paradise really.”
Ben snorted at the last bit and squeezed you tight again before kissing your temple, “Okay, sad isn’t a problem then. But I also don’t want you to realise I’m not necessary.”
It was your turn to snort though it was less about amusement and more about how daft Ben sounded, “But you aren’t necessary.”
“Way to make a guy feel special Y/N,”
“No it’s a good thing. Like, being aro, I know I don’t need a relationship of any kind and, honestly, I’d be happy being single. I was happy being single for a long time. I have no desire for a relationship. But I want to be with you anyway. It doesn’t matter that I don’t feel a particular way for you. I just like you so much and think you’re such a good friend and we have so much fun that I’m happy with you. And I don’t want to stop being with you. You being in Greece isn’t going to change that.”
“Guess I never thought of it like that. Kinda sweet actually.”
“Plus, y’know, we’re pretty great at sex, right?”
“Oh definitely great at it.”
It was much darker by then, the sun hanging low in the sky, but you barely noticed as Ben’s lips met yours, soft and comforting at first though neither of you seemed to want to be the one to stop the kiss. So neither of you did stop it. Instead you both shifted around to make it easier, eventually settling with his knee between your legs, giving you something to rock against as his arms loosened and his hands slid down to cup your arse. You knew you would miss him while he was away. He was your best friend so of course you would. But you weren’t worried. And you hoped you could at least distract Ben from whatever worries he had about it, if not cure them entirely.
“It’s getting dark Benny, you wanna move this inside? Think I’m a little low on Vitamin D.”
#my writing#my blurbs#ben hardy x reader#ben hardy imagine#if you have anything you want to see from this pairing feel free to submit things#i got 3 requests all from the same person#(Love you L)#as well as having a few of my own ideas#but i'm very very happy to write other things people come up with#and they don't have to be explicitly about her being aro#one of the requests is just straight up smut and im very excited about it#anyway#i wanted to post this one first because#entirely coincidentally#one of the requests fit really really well as a sequel to it#so expect that one tomorrow!#platonically event
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— I just wanna say thank you so much to everyone who followed along, your comments and suggestions along the way really helped to bring this story to life! It’s my longest fic to date, and to think it started as a one-shot for nalu day 2020 lol. YOU GUYS HELPED MAKE THIS HAPPEN! 🥳🥰🥰 ILY YOU ALL!💜💜💜💜
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Even after all these years, riding on a train still brought a small flutter to Lucy’s stomach as she remembered the long ago evening when she’d met her husband. From an innocent meeting to a death defying experience, talk about a roller coaster ride. And yet, if she had to do it all over again, Lucy wouldn’t change a thing. Crazy sounding yes, for why would anyone not want to avoid what she’d gone through? Touka had truly pushed her sanity to the breaking point, but well, the therapist was right in the end and Lucy felt almost invincible now. All that pain, all the struggle she’d pushed through had made her the strong and resilient woman she was today. Happily married to Natsu with their fraternal twins Nashi and Ryuu. Mrs. Natsu Dragneel, Lucy smiled to herself, there was no way she’d change a thing.
Of course, it hadn’t been easy. After Natsu proposed and Lucy had accepted, there were still a lot of work to be done. But that measure of acceptance and affection did wonders. Any worries she’d had that he wouldn’t want a broken woman melted away and gave her the confidence to get better. With each passing therapy session, her strength grew, and by the time they graduated college, Lucy could honestly say she’d been cured to a functional degree. No longer struggling through nightmares and panic attacks, her anxieties were under control and the debilitating depression a distant memory where it belonged.
Yeah... Lucy sighed happily as she watched the landscape pass by from her train seat. Meeting Natsu was the best thing to ever happen in her life, well, aside from the kids. They’d married about a year after graduation on the anniversary of their meeting. It was a beautiful affair at an indoor venue, with close friends and family to join them. They’d gone a more modern route for the ceremony but did take pictures at a garden dressed in the traditional attire for sentimental reasons. Lucy wore the shiromuku white kimono while Natsu a montsuki haori hakama. And no, it wasn’t train themed! Levy was the Maid of Honor and Gray was the best man. By then, Levy and Gajeel were also married and Gray in a serious relationship with a girl named Juvia Lockser. Lucy was so happy for them both. All of their lives were moving in the right direction.
Everything was perfect. Great jobs in their fields of interest, lives settled into a comfortable routine, when 5 years later Lucy was pregnant with fraternal twins. It was a total surprise since twins didn’t run in either of their families. Always the jovial optimist, Natsu joked that they’d been doubly blessed because of what they’d gone through, and Lucy couldn’t help but love such a concept. Of course, once the euphoria of the motherhood prospect waned, reality set in that she was having twins! Two! Double the babies meant double of everything, from the pregnancy concerns to raising them. Growing up without a mother and as an only child, Lucy didn’t have a lot of experience with small children. But Natsu patiently assured her, that she’d do just fine. Think of it as a new challenge, and after overcoming one pretty tough situation, this would be a walk in the park. On the bright side, Levy was also pregnant with the couple’s first child so the two best friend’s kids would grow up together.
And Natsu was right, there were a few bumps in the road but nothing too difficult. During her fourth month Lucy was diagnosed with gestational diabetes as well as some minor gastrointestinal issues, so Natsu swayed the doctor to put her on bed rest. Better safe than sorry. The babies were healthy, but by the 7th month, she really couldn’t move much, and she was miserable being stuck at home all the time. Lucy missed her job because she genuinely enjoyed working for the magazine. But in the end, it had been a good thing. She could manage her health easier that way and it gave her time to do something she’d thought about doing as part of the healing process. With Natsu’s support and permission, it was time to put her writing skills to good use and write a book about their experience.
It became an instant hit, especially with female readers. The book was not only an autobiographical reflection of what had happened to them but focused on shining a light on the dangers of stalkers, as well as the importance of taking the warning signs seriously. Lucy didn’t hold back in her re-telling, even pointing out the serious flaws in Japan’s laws in protecting citizens from stalkers which at the time were nonexistent. Feminist organizations working to change those laws used her story with permission for their cause. She had no intentions of becoming a poster child for the movement, but in the end her role may have played its part, because 2 years after the publishing, Japan finally adopted anti-stalking laws making it easier for police to string together harassment cases, as well as for victims to get the help they needed.
Her life was nothing but exciting to say the least! And with two young children, now age 10 certainly kept them on their toes. Their daughter Nashi was just like Natsu, very outgoing, friendly, but a bit of a daredevil while her brother Ryuu born 4 minutes after her was the quieter of the two. He preferred books like his mother to adventure. Of course, that never stopped Nashi from dragging him into shenanigans! But the best part was how close they still were and fiercely protective of each other. Lucy and Natsu couldn’t be prouder of them and hoped this would continue throughout their lifetimes.
Fifteen years... come to think of it, their wedding anniversary was coming up shortly. With Natsu now a senior fire inspector for the Tokyo prefectural government, he was often busy. Lucy did mind it, because frankly it gave her some peace and quiet. She chuckled at the thought. Not that it was all that peaceful with the twins. But she digressed. His success meant their lives were very comfortable, and her own journalism successes while not as financially based, were still celebrated in their relationship. Natsu never waned in being the dutiful and supportive, always loving husband that Lucy felt blessed to grow old with.
‘Two more stops, pick up the kids from school, stop at the grocery store for dinner...’ Lucy tapped out on her phone a to-do list of ingredients to pick up at the store. Perhaps katsudon... ‘Mmm, or maybe nabe,’ hot-pot soup since it was expected to be a bit chilly that evening.
Lucy looked up briefly, really just spacing out in thought when someone catches her eye. At the other end of the train car, she noticed a woman facing slightly away, but enough to where she couldn’t quite see a face. It couldn’t be... Lucy looked away not wanting to stare, but somehow... for some reason the woman was awfully familiar... looking exactly like Touka. Well, not exactly, but enough to make the hair on the back of her neck stand up. It was a blonde, with a different hair style— and that could always be changed. Similar body type, the facial side-profile features that Lucy could see resembled Touka...
Now despite being better, her anxieties still bubbled up from time to time, so she immediately switched to her coping techniques to calm them down. ‘You’re fine,’ Lucy talked herself through it, ‘no point in getting riled up.’ The woman hadn’t done so much as looked in her direction, so it must be okay. Contrary to popular belief, things like depression and anxiety never fully goes away, especially when someone has experienced a severe level of it. Those emotions and irrational thoughts are forever programmed into the brain, but there are ways to keep them at bay and Lucy’s successfully done just that for 15 years.
‘Just go back to what you were doing. Katsudon or nabe? And don’t forget you need to pick up milk...’ But, fifteen years... could Touka have been released by now? Lucy shook the thought away again. ‘Stop it! Everything is fine. It’s not her!’ The train was semi-full of passengers all minding their own business... including the woman. There was no reason to start panicking now. Lucy adjusts her position on her seat away from the woman’s direction. If she couldn’t see her, she could pretend she didn’t exist. ‘Maybe I should pick up ingredients for both, that way I don’t have to shop tomorrow.’ Lucy thought to herself, and with the kids with her, they could help in carrying the shopping bags. ‘Yeah, we’ve got a plan…’
After figuring out her shopping list, Lucy pulled up social media to keep herself distracted and for a few minutes it did the trick. Silly videos of entertainers never got old. The train reached the next stop and she felt it come to a stop. Since it wasn’t hers, she didn’t pay it any mind as she scrolled through her feed. But as the disembarking passengers funnel past Lucy, her eyes pick up on a pair of pink high-heels peeking from over the edge of her phone. Her body instantly stiffened up from the similarity to the ones worn by the woman, while her curiosity slowly got the better of her. ‘Breath, act nonchalant!’ Lucy’s eyes tracked the high-heels moving past her until they left her periphery. She then slowly sat back up, pretending to readjust her position, when she caught a pair of eyes looking back. Lucy’s breathing hitches with a shaky exhale. “Oh, my god—"
Standing at the doorway with one hand on the frame, the blonde woman smiled at Lucy then winked before stepping off the train.
It was Touka!
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After the End Chapter 11: Take A Break
Chat Noir pays a visit to someone near and dear to him.
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Chat Noir - or, more accurately at the moment, Astro Chat - flew between the low Jura Mountains. They weren’t nearly as high as the Swiss Alps, but they did let him know that he’d finally crossed the border into Switzerland. It wouldn’t be much longer before he reached the facility.
Not for the first time, he was grateful for Ladybug’s insistence not only on rediscovering how to make the transformation potions on her own, but making so much of the stuff that even after blasting through their resources in the final battle he still had enough of the space cheese for things like this. It was definitely useful - after all, Adrien could hardly be seen on a Parisian train bound for Switzerland when he was supposed to be somewhere in Italy. Although the English tabloids insisted that he was in their country, forgetting that Adrien had an identical cousin.
As for Chat Noir - well, Astro Chat’s suit blended in perfectly well with the cloudless starry night, especially after some alterations to remove some lime green highlights. There was probably only one, maybe two people in all of Paris who might notice that he was gone tonight.
Instead of reassuring him, however, that fact only caused him to frown.
“Claws in.”
Plagg’s bright green eyes appeared in the dark. “You gonna be okay, big guy?”
“Yeah… she’s been getting better, after all. She even recognizes me! Well, most days at least.” Adrien gave Plagg a smile. “And its good to see her again after thinking she was gone for so long.”
“Like seeing a ghost,” Plagg commented. “You sure you want to do this?”
“I have to, Plagg.” Adrien opened his jacket and his kwami flew into his inner pocket. “She’s my mom. I can’t just pretend she isn’t around somewhere.”
He walked onto the main path that lead into the facility, a long term hospital of sorts. Finding it had been a godsend for Adrien - a place that specializes in people waking up from years-long comas? One specifically dedicated to restoring mental and physical wellbeing? It was almost too good to be true. With all the progress she had made so far, it had been worth every euro sending her here. And really, what else was he going to spend a dirty fortune on anyway?
Eventually he made it through the checkpoints and entered through the front door. One of the nurses at the front smiled warmly at him when she noticed him. He placed his hands on the elevated desk.
“Hello, Adrien.” She began checking something on her computer. “Late night visit again?”
“You know how it is,” Adrien said with a sigh. “If any tabloids caught me here, they’d probably start going after my mother.”
“Which is exactly why we have guards.”
“True, but I’d rather not cause you guys any trouble if I can avoid it. You already do such a good job - I don’t want to make it harder.”
“That’s very sweet of you.” The nurse finished whatever it was she was doing on her desktop. “It looks like you’re in luck. Emilie is in therapy right now. Do you need me to take you to her?”
“No, that’s fine.” He gently tapped the desk. “I know the way by now.”
Adrien followed the twisting corridors mechanically, his thoughts back in Paris, split between recent discoveries and the battle that had changed everything for him. What had his father done that had caused him to be immune to the miracle cure? Was it the same thing that turned him into a giant monster? And who had helped him do it? Because now he was almost certain that he’d gotten help - likely from these “Gentlemen” mentioned in his records. But they didn’t appear often. He was working with little more than the whispers of a dead man.
It would have to be enough. He didn’t have any other choice.
Those depressing thoughts took a backseat when he entered the little therapy room where his mother was seated in front of a woman in a lab coat. The doctor glanced at him and gave him a nod before turning back toward his mother.
“Alright, Emilie, we’ll stop there for now. It looks like you’ve got a visitor.”
“Adrien?” She turned toward him and gave him a radiant smile as she held open her arms. He eagerly hugged her, crouching down so she could reach around his back while she sat in her wheelchair. “It's so good to see you sweetheart.”
“Same to you, mom. How’re you doing?” His eyes darted between her and her doctor.
“Every day she can walk a little further, Adrien.” Doctor Lara had learned early on not to call him Mr Agreste. “She’s making phenomenal progress given how long she was in her coma, but it will still be some time before she can walk without support. Mentally… well, she is improving but prognostications are harder given the non-mundane origin of her affliction.”
“Thank you.” He shook her hand as the doctor stood. “I really appreciate everything you’re doing, I know it can’t be easy.”
“Just doing our jobs.” She smiled and walked out of the room, leaving Adrien alone with his mother.
He took the seat the doctor had just left. “So… how are you doing?”
“My memories are still… fuzzy and there are holes in it. Like a bunch of moths built a nest in my closet and ate away at my gala dresses.” She winced. “Sorry, dear. Poor analogy.”
He forced a smile. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Now, my memory may not be what it used to be, but I believe the last time you were here, you were filling me in on your time in high school...?”
His mother always did have a talent for changing the subject, even before everything that happened. But, if she wanted something to talk about to get her mind off her recovery, then Adrien would happily oblige her.
Besides, it didn’t take her long to get tired again. Barely half an hour had passed and she was looking ready to fall asleep. She’d take naps throughout the day to counter it, but that just lead to her being up at all hours of the day. Eventually she’d need to fix her sleep schedule but for now it wasn’t as pressing an issue. Especially since he could visit her under the cover of night.
Eventually he managed to pull the topic into more dangerous ground - Gabriel and his side practices. Getting any leads had been a large part of the reason he’d made this trip now, second only to checking in on his mother.
“Mom?” Emilie turned from the window she had been staring out while listening intently to him and looked him in the eyes. “Have you ever heard of some people called… the Gentlemen?”
His mother frowned and he braced himself for the moment he was expecting - that she either didn’t know anything or that she had forgotten what she had known. This was a shot in the dark for him, a desperate grab for any possible leads. Who else besides Gabriel’s wife would know the intimate details of his business?
Well, besides Nathalie. But she… wasn’t around any more for questioning.
He was pulled out of those morbid thoughts when his mother responded.
“That definitely sounds familiar.” His eyes widened, which went unnoticed by Emilie as she tapped her chin and looked off into the distance. “I seem to remember something about the Boutonnière Noir?”
“What was that? Some kind of group or…?”
“It was a place, but…” She began to glare, annoyed. “I can’t remember where it was! Or even what it was, to be perfectly honest. But it definitely had something to do with them. Maybe it had something to do with an academic too? Someone in your father’s line of work, I think.”
She put her fingers to her temples, rubbing them gingerly. He put a hand on her arm and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Thanks, mom. That’s already way more than I had - I’m sure it’ll help.”
“I’m glad, dear.” She gave her a weak smile. “And as much as I would love to keep talking, this has really taken it out of me.”
“Of course.” He stood up after giving her another hug. “I’ll let the nurses know you’re ready to go back to your room.”
“Thank you, sweetie. Come back soon!”
Adrien looked back at her from the doorway and offered a smile. “I’ll do my best!”
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Jason Todd is the Anti-Batman
* A pointless rambling of the relationship and parallels between Bruce Wayne and Jason Todd.
Picture this opening scene: There are two boys in a dark alley.
One is dressed in an expensive suit with a tie his dead father helped him with only earlier that evening. His hands are stained red with the same blood now puddled on the grimy cement. His face is in shock.
The second boy is dressed in tattered jeans and hoodie. His hands are stained with tires grease and are clutching a tire iron. His face is in shock.
Decades later, there are two more scenes to consider.
A seriously injured man sits slumped over in his father’s study. Without warning, a bat crashes through the window, and everything falls into place. He now knows what he needs to do.
Elsewhere, an emotionally distraught teenager is curled up into a fetal position on a hotel room floor. Heart wrenching cries can be heard from him. But it is only momentary. He now knows what he needs to do.
These two individuals are Bruce Wayne and Jason Todd. While they are both broken and determined men, Batman is a hero. The Red Hood is not. He is the anti-Batman and this is why.
Two Boys in an Alleyway
Despite similarities in their stories’ early themes and elements, Bruce and Jason came to walk down very different paths. One of justice, and the other vengeance. Batman is determined to protect the innocent and Jason more so on punishing the guilty. Both their ideologies have intrinsic flaws, of course, and will naturally clash often. But this wasn’t always the case.
Before they became a father and son perpetually in mourning for who they once were and what could have been, Bruce and Jason were remarkably similar. The two are cut from the same cloth and Bruce knows this better than anyone else.
In the Dumpster Slasher three-part story line, (Batman #414, #421, #422) Bruce becomes emotional. Violent. He sits in the batcave alone that night and contemplates his emotions.
“Nearly blew it. I let it get too personal. Lost my detachment...nearly lost control. Almost beat Cutter to death. Wouldn’t have been any big loss.”
Only one issue later, at the end of this story arc, Robin is out on the streets and becomes angry when he happens upon a pimp is threatening a prostitute with a knife. Now, I want you to compare his line here to Bruce’s and note what Jim Gordon said to him as well.
Batman: "I think he’s had enough, Robin. What were you trying to do, kill him?"
Robin (Jason): “Would it’ve been that big of a loss if I had?”
It is important to note here that Batman is not worried or upset just because Jason roughs up a pimp. That would be hypocritical considering his own earlier actions. If anything, it’s because one of the main reasons Batman even takes in these kids, these ‘robins,’ is because he doesn’t want them to be like him.
And Jason was acting just like him.
Jason can and has screwed up and failed due to his own actions, but it was never the reason Batman became upset with him. His reactions in the comics when Jason does things like running ahead and ‘jumping the gun,’ are more like this:
He either makes a teaching moment out of it or is attempts to understand Jason’s reasons in doing any such thing. When Bruce does become harsh in his discipline, it’s either when he feels as though Jason has endangered his own life or as I said, he acts too much like him.
While there are quite a few more similarities between Bruce and Jason that makes them alike, such as both being introverted and interested in obtaining all sorts of knowledge that they might not even feel is relevant, they are both, at the core of their characters, deeply caring and compassionate people.
The differences only start to show with how they act on it.
The Not-So Dynamic Duo?
“What happened to you as a child, the terror, the pain, the horrors (...) you were broken, and I thought I could put the pieces back together. I thought I could do for you what could never be done for me. Make you whole.”
Hot take. Jason Todd is a villain and is best written as a villain.
Not in that campy way like he’s written during Dick and Damian’s Batman and Robin run while wearing that stupid pill-headed hood, (although, I grant he has a few lines that are enjoyable to read) but in all his serious, vengeful and downright brutal motives.
The Red Hood is the perfect Batman villain because he’s so different from what the widely perceived perfect foil to the controlled and disciplined Bat is...the Joker.
The Red Hood was vengeance at its purest. It is justice without being tempered by mercy. It is the rage of victims who were forgotten to become statistics. While other vigilantes wait for a cure, hope for rehabilitation, and pretend their system works, the Red Hood is a man of no such faith.
And this makes him a villain. And a damn good one.
During the Red Hood’s time as a crime lord in Gotham, he goes around blowing up buildings. He throws grenades into trucks. He mows down his competition with gunfire. Batman comes upon the bloodied hanged corpse of a man he was finished interrogating.
But what is so compelling about this all is that before all the murder, all the guns and explosions, Jason Todd was a very different little boy. And all the great and memorable villains start that way.
The Joker is not someone you’re meant to sympathize with or even understand. In fact, I find him more terrifying because he’s unknown. He has no backstory (unless you want to believe the one he gave in Killing Joke, but the clown has a new story for every face he meets) and seemingly does what he does for a laugh of all things.
Jason Todd is in pain. He’s traumatized. Betrayed. Buried. Replaced. He is no one’s son because his father abandoned him.
Once upon a time, Jason Todd was a boy who saved himself. One of the biggest lies that Batman himself perpetuates is that he saved Jason from a life of crime. He tells Alfred that Jason was always dangerous. Bruce simply took him off the streets before he could be any worse.
But I don’t believe that’s true.
Jason grew up surrounded by crime, poverty, substance abuse and yet this amazing kid saved himself everyday by making a conscious choice to be kind and care about school, care about keeping his mother alive for over a year when he was just a child himself. That amazing kid was magic.
Jason Todd as Robin was magic.
“Jason smiles. A bright smile. The kind Robin, the Boy Wonder should have.”
A good portion of his character’s assassination was in order to push the Tim is the perfect Robin idea. It was editorial decisions. The same ‘suits’ who insisted that Tim Drake be the Robin in the New Adventures cartoon despite having Jason’s backstory and personality. But I digress on that.
Jason Todd was an introverted, studious, and emphatic person. He wanted to make friends with other kids his age even though he was a loner at heart. He joined the school baseball team and was a class officer, even if his training kept him from most social interactions.
He was also very much in tune with non-verbal cues and small changes in the environment around him. He was a thoughtful person who could be found admiring the stars or passing by scenery. When he teams up with the New Teen Titans, we get to see these aspects of his personality:
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful before. We’re actually riding above the clouds.”
“Every so often, I notice you become awfully agitated...like something was going on you didn’t want to be part of. Something’s wrong, isn’t it?”
It didn’t take Bruce long to fall in love with this boy and ask to legally adopt him. He found him to be smart, thoughtful, quick at learning and funny as hell. Their first meeting opens with Batman laughing in the very same alley his heart was ripped out decades earlier.
Even in the Rebirth canon, (RHATO #48) we see that Bruce is already set on taking in Jason while he’s still with Ma Gunn’s school. He likes this kid. A lot.
“Butler, actually. You’ll meet him someday, I’m sure.”
Jason Todd was happy. Most of the time. Unfortunately, he still wrestled with depression and would sleep all day on occasion and could be found crying hidden away on his own, withdrawn from the concerned Bruce and Alfred.
In A Death in the Family, Alfred and Bruce sit down and discuss Jason’s worsening mental health, particularly after the Diplomat’s Son where Jason becomes witness to sexual assault, suicide and the failings of both Batman and the GCPD to protect innocent people. Barbara, his tutor, someone he cared about and got along with, is also shot a few months earlier.
Bruce thinks Jason has become suicidal. Alfred does not disagree with this theory and supplements it with things he’s observed himself about the ‘lad.’
“I’ve come upon him, several times, looking at that battered old photograph of his mother and father, crying. When he’s seen me, he’s hidden the picture and left the room, refusing to talk.”
It is then that Jason discovers the truth about his mother at the worst possible time, when he’s not even thinking straight, and thus leads way to the tragedy that will be his murder at the hand’s of the Joker.
The Curse of Jason Todd
“Do you have any idea what you have done?! Do you? You have no inkling of what you’ve created -- what you have unleashed! You have set free a curse upon this world!”
Red Hood: Lost Days, which depicts Jason’s dark post-resurrection origin, opens with Ra’s al Ghul bellowing this line, the steam from the Lazarus Pit still rising off of him.
I’m not going to analyze this line, I’m just using it to supplement a point of mine I hope I’m getting through well enough. The Red Hood is a compelling, tragic villain. He is similar to Batman in ways that Bruce always knew and may have even feared because of how intimately he knows his own deepest, darkest thoughts. Jason is the perfect foil as an antagonist for him because of what he represents to Bruce.
And it’s not his anger, or his rage, or even his brutality.
It’s his compassion. His caring. His emotions. And how they can open up the worst parts of themselves.
Both are motivated by preventing whatever trauma happened to them from ever happening to anyone else. They both trained for years with this motivation. And they’ve both acted out on the very person who inflicted their trauma onto them.
Here’s where their paths start to differ, however, and what separates them with a line of morality.
They both get angry. They both care so damn much. About Gotham, about innocents, about each other. They both get too emotionally invested and deal with consequences related to that. To manage with that, Bruce shuts down. He creates all these choices, rules and symbols. He uses every ounce of his self control to keep them.
Bruce Wayne is not a good person. He forces himself to be with discipline and will. He chooses to be a good man and constantly pushes himself to live up to that. Because it’d be too damn easy to be just like the Red Hood.
Jason doesn’t understand that. Because no matter what Bruce had done or will do, he doesn’t hate him. He can’t. Despite his denial of the fact to different people, he still thinks of Bruce as his father. This great figure that so many others revere and are even intimidated by.
He’s not the only bat-kid to think of Bruce in this light despite the fact that the man is not. It took Dick years to overcome that perception. Tim only just started to begin understanding this true nature after his own father was murdered.
But even if he did understand his (once)father, he still became the complete opposite of him despite so many early parallels. He doesn’t hold back his words and emotions, he doesn’t go into a state of controlled dissociation or emotional disengagement.
Jason Todd—the Red Hood—is Batman without all his rules and control. In a way, he’s what the darkest part of Batman himself wants to be. Jason does what Batman can’t do when it’s needed.
Because in Batman’s book, life beats out justice. Even if he could take down abusers and murderers, he won’t. He will choose saving and protecting lives over the apprehension of killers...he always does.
Batman is justice. Red Hood is vengeance.
Jason is a victim’s fantasy. He punishes and kills the guilty. Something Batman won’t do.
He is the anti-Batman for better or for worse.
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a.n. This short story is the continuation of the original one-shot ‘click! ♡’, where Taeil falls in love at first sight with a mysterious girl on campus only to find out it’s the neighbor who just moved in, Gong Minzy.
I prepared a Spotify playlist to go with your reading. The song that I imagined as ‘OST’ is ‘Tell Me Where It Hurts’ by MYMP, which I think it’s quite fitting.
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The two share their disappointments and worries in front of a bottle of soju, finding comfort in each other.
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click! ♡ ch.2 – drink with me.
Taeil brushed the keys one more time, incapable of reproducing the sad notes he dreamt the night before as they escaped, fugitives of his memories. He sighed once more. Truth to be told, his latest songs felt uninspired and hollow and for how absurd, he held on tight to the melody playing in his subconscious to hopefully cure the creative block that struck him for days.
An offbeat knocking suddenly summoned him at the front door.
“I’m coming in”.
His neighbor stumbled inside with no greeting nor eye contact. She simply placed a couple of soju bottles on the musician’s coffee table, her tired body sinking into his old couch.
“Minji-jjing?!”.
“Drink with me”. The clear alcohol glistened in the green bottle as she poured him a glass.
She was the type you’d rarely see go for booze, Taeil knew that well. That’s why the sight of her staggering around felt unusual, almost suspicious.
“What’s up with you barging in my house this late at night? Did something happen?”. Wary, he still sat beside her and careful of her every action, he kept investigating.
“I knew you were still up, you kept playing those sad melodies and I thought we could both use each other’s company. Drinking in two is a little less depressing, don’t you think?”.
“So you heard it…”.
“I always listen to you playing the piano”. The subtlest hint of red spread on Taeil’s cheeks as she confessed to that.
“You do?”.
“Sometimes it’s annoying when you practice in the middle of the night, but you play it so well, that’s why I’ve never complained…”, she paused,
“…YET”.
“I’M SORRY! I’m really sorry! I always lose track of time. I didn’t mean to bother you”. He nervously scratched the back of his buzzed head.
“I’m kidding! Come on, drink up”.
He downed the soju shot destined for him as he figured out that going along might’ve just allowed him to understand the situation better.
“Tell me about that song you’re playing”, she rested her face in her hands, ready to tend the ears to him.
He pushed his round glasses back in place with the tip of his finger.
“Well…when I feel overwhelmed, I always go back to the keyboard and express myself through music”,
“And why are you sad right now?”, she kept prying, not yet satisfied with his vague response.
“It might sound dumb, I know. But I had this dream. In front of me was the most beautiful betta fish I’ve ever had the luck to admire. I’ve always wished to keep one in my aquarium... I promised myself I’d take care of it dearly but suddenly… I was releasing It in the wild. Maybe, deep inside, I knew that letting it go was the best thing I could do for It. It didn’t belong to me… It belonged to nature”. He glanced at her as the story gave a frown on his delicate lips.
“In the dream, I heard a beautifully melancholic melody, but sadly, I just can’t remember it well. I feel stuck”.
Minzy puckered her lips as she gathered the thoughts running across her mind.
“So that’s why you kept going back on the notes…You know? Sometimes dreams are a message from your subconscious. You’re letting go of something or rather… someone. And you’re trying to reach acceptance, but this saddens you. It’s okay to be sad. Don’t be so hard on yourself. I know It might be hard but maybe you have to leave that beautiful song in your dreams. You’re a talented musician Taeil Oppa. I’m sure you’ll be able to write something as beautiful soon enough. Just trust yourself”. She concluded with an earnest smile.
“Minji-jjing… Yes! I can surely do that!”, the first smile in weeks appeared on his face.
“Isn’t it nice to just drink like this?”.
Her hand reached for the glass shot.
“HEY! WAIT!”. Taeil suddenly rose from the old couch.
“Will you stop putting others before yourself? Why am I the one getting comforted? Spill the beans. What’s up with you barging in my house to drink?”.
He could almost see his Image refracted in the splotches of water forming in her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to keep them in.
“I’ll be the one who listens to you today. So start talking”.
Minzy gripped onto the fabric of her pajamas trousers. Her big almond eyes wouldn’t move from the ground beneath her feet.
“Truth is…”, she bit her lip as her mouth refused to voice her worries.
“…that course mate of mine just rejected me…”.
He pretended not to be familiar with him but perhaps, he knew a bit too much about that ‘coursemate’ she was talking about.
Kim Inseong. The tall, handsome folk who managed to captivate every girl taking theology at National University with his witty tongue, including Minzy.
It hurt him to notice her eyes shine in his presence. He could just stare from the sidelines while that Inseong guy managed to shoot another arrow in her heart.
[ … ]
“Minji-jing!”, Taeil’s expression brightened as soon as he saw her. It didn’t matter how bad the day had been up until that moment, he finally managed to run into her despite the busy midterms.
“oh- are you going home too? we can ride the bus together”, he rehearsed the right phrase in his mind before approaching her.
“Oppa!”.
“Minzy-yah! Come on, let’s get going, we’re late!”, a tall guy came and swooped in, nonchalantly grabbing onto her arm to lead her god knows where.
The musician stopped in his tracks, incapable of taking one more step or retreating.
He recognized the smile she wore because he’d seen it on his own face. That was the smile of someone falling in love.
And as a twisted joke, they kept appearing before him, acting more and more comfortable each time. “Be happy for her, you pabo”, he kept mentally repeating like a mantra, but his own words wouldn’t sink in. Part of him wished to be the one beside her.
[…]
No words could ever feel right at that moment. That’s why the chatterbox that was Lee Taeil decided to stay silent and offer his crying shoulder.
“I’m so disappointed. I feel so foolish for thinking there was something between us”, she rested her head on his chest and freed her frustrations.
“Let it all out, I don’t want you to keep any tear after this”, his gentle strokes on her back soothed the lump of messy emotions choking her up.
Gradually, their bodies pulled into a silent hug.
“Can we stay like this for a bit?”.
The sudden question took him aback, but he kept softly caressing her back nonetheless. He was the one comforting her and yet, the warm embrace seemed to heal his pains too.
She gently pulled away to wipe dry the last traces of sadness left on her cheeks.
“You ok?”, Taeil looked for eye contact.
“It’s just hurtful to think that he didn’t see me the way I saw him”, she lowered her gaze again.
“Well. I see you. Gong Minzy”.
Taeil peered right into the hazelnut of her eyes, as if he was trying to find her, the real Minzy. Words weren’t needed as his stare spoke for him: longing, melancholy, acceptance, and reassurance. The way he looked at her was simply love.
An invisible string pulled them closer and closer, definitely way too close for being two simple friends.
His hand naturally moved to her flushed cheek, which he stroked with his thumb, revealing the gorgeous tats on his pale skin.
Not sure what was going to happen, Minzy shut her eyes.
Now surrounded by darkness, she couldn’t help but notice her poor heart pound so hard in her chest, she feared Taeil could hear it too.
She softly opened her lids when the warmth of Taeil’s soft lips sweetly kissed the space between her eyebrows.
“T-taeil…”.
“Ah! It got so late already. You should get some rest. We both have classes tomorrow”. He awkwardly blabbered his way out of that situation.
[…]
“What?! You didn’t kiss her?”, Jihoon leaned aggressively towards his Hyung.
“How could I? She still wasn’t over that Inseong guy. Besides, we both drank. It wasn’t right to kiss her anyway, you know”.
The tall friend pulled Taeil in a tight one-arm hug.
“I can’t believe you admitted to liking her so easily. You must like her A LOT”.
“I do. I just can’t seem to get her out of my mind-…”, he covered his mouth with both hands as he realized how corny the words he just threw out sounded.
“You little bastard! I knew you’d give in one day. The days of Taeil the rock have ended!”.
“Oh but wait. I haven’t finished. I might’ve not kissed her… but she kissed me”. A wide smile spread across his face.
[…]
He closed the door behind him and immediately initiated what he would call a ‘victory dance’.
“YES!”, he jumped around the apartment on a rush of dopamine when suddenly Minzy lightly knocked on the door.
“Oppa?”.
He loudly cleared up his voice, pretending his cool, as if he wasn’t exulting moments before opening up.
“I forgot something…”.
“Oh? What is it?—”, he raised his eyebrows.
Her plump lips stamped a full kiss on his cheek,
“Goodnight~”.
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Alien! Kirishima x Reader: Better With You
Warning: NSFW, ovipositor kink, implications of past abuse (not done by our shark toothed boy)
I recommend checking out some of the other parts to this AU! MY MASTERLIST
You can enjoy this without it, but reading the other parts might answer some questions you have. :)
The tornado siren wailed. It’s a sound I’ve heard my entire life, but it’s taken on a completely new meaning.
Before, we’d run to the middle of the park and take shelter with our neighbors. I remember being little, and hiding under the ground from the violent winds that would tear through our community.
The piercing sound stirred all the sleeping bodies around, the light flicked on in my neighbors trailer. I watched her shadow hurry and throw things into a bag through her window. She pushed her small son out of the door as they ran to take shelter.
Everyone in the park jolted awake, panicking and running in fear.
Everyone but me, and my father.
My father whistled through his nose as he slept. He turned only slightly in that worn down chair, his foot kicking the pile of aluminum cans over, but otherwise completely unconscious. The T.V. was a loud rerun of a crime show, but it suddenly switched over to the emergency broadcast.
The male anchor spoke with a shaking voice. “Paris is falling.” He swallowed hard. “Please take shelter immediately....” He held the paper holding his cues and set it down before reading the next line. “A craft was spotted over Lexington... may God have mercy on us.” The camera cut to the sound of the emergency alarm. I rushed and shut the T.V. off, my heart pounding. My father didn’t stir, still sleeping like the dead.
This was it, it was finally my turn.
I ran to the front door and opened it slowly, closing it behind me as quietly as possible. I climbed onto our garbage can, using the gutter to stable myself before jumping onto the roof.
I used to sit out here when I was little, breathing air that wasn't heavy with cigarette smoke.
The sky looks different to me now, like the stars were actually thousands of eyes looking down at me. Or that it might actually crack open, spilling thousands of bug like aliens down to the ground like in the movies. Even though people are terrified, cities are going up in flames and families are being separated. The footage they catch of girls being taken, they always go with a smile on their face.
Whatever was coming for me, had to be better than here.
"Wow the sky looks really cool from down here." A male voice startled me, I gasped and stared at an interesting looking soldier stood behind me. He had no shirt on, but a sash going over his chest was decorated with patches and medals. His black pants almost seemed a bit big on him, and one pant leg was tucked into his boots. He had brilliant and striking red hair, sticking out of his head like a spikey rock formation with just as incredible red eyes to match.
His teeth were sharp, but his face was gentle and kind.
He smiled at me and sat down beside me. "I wish I had more time to look around..." My breath was stuck in my chest, my hands were shaking.
Is this... man the alien? He dug in a pouch on his hip and pulled out a clay figurine. "I found this. I just think it looks awesome, it's for you." I didn't reach out to take it, my body feeling frozen with shock. He gently grabbed my wrist and flipped my palm over, placing a little frog statue in my hand. It was warm from him holding it. It must have came from someone's garden in the park. "I-..." The little frogs paint was chipped, but it was cute. "Thank you. I like it." I kind of smiled at him, not entirely sure how I'm supposed to feel. "I was hoping you would! You've probably guessed who I am." He said with a hint of blush on his cheeks like he was shy. "I was surprised to find you out here in the open." He thought for a moment. "Are you alright?"
I looked at him, his face was sweet and filled with concern.
Hot tears stung my eyes and I buried my head between my knees and tried to hold back a sob.
"Hey, hey don't be upset... I promise I'm not here to hurt you." His touch surprised me. His hand pulled my head out of my hands and turned my face to look at him better.
"Your cheek is swollen. Are you injured?"
I said nothing and his eyes narrowed. "Come here, come here everything is okay now..." He stood and helped me stand to my feet. He placed his lips on my cheek and parted his mouth, his spit making a small space sticky and wet.
A pleasant sensation came over my tired body. He pulled me into his arms, lifting my feet off of the ground and holding me bridal style. I laid my head on his chest, feeling warm and comfortable. I closed my eyes and rested on him.
Is this why all that footage from fallen cities had girls with smiling faces? They suspected brain washing. I don't feel brainwashed.
I feel good.
I opened my eyes to look at him and saw that we were somewhere completely different.
We were in some type of hallway. There were a lot of people here, couples walking together. Some girls looked a bit like me, wearing normal clothes. They looked a bit shaken up, and clung onto their accompanying alien tightly. Other girls were human, but something was different. They were smiling brightly, wearing all the same dress but in different colors and patterns.
A lot of them had small pregnant bellies.
He set me down on my feet and took my arm to keep me steady. "Welcome home! The ship is designed to look like a neutral place our humans would enjoy vacationing too."
It did sort of look like a hotel.
He opened a sliding door by placing his palm on the wall and we stepped inside. "You know you're a little quiet, which surprises me. But I'm hoping you'll warm up... you still have what I gave you?"
I held out the little frog and he took it, setting it on a plain white table. "Our first decoration!" He leaned against the table and crossing his arms, making the medals on his sash jingle. "You probably have a lot of questions. I am Captain Kirishima Eijiro. You can just call me Eijiro, but if you don't like that name you can call me something else!" He nervously laughed. "Wait that's weird. Am I blowing this? I feel like I'm messing up."
"I'm Y/N... it's nice to meet you." I stood there awkwardly and looked around the room. It was pretty plain, a small bed in the corner. A kitchen without any utensils. "So you're not going to... kill me?" I asked feeling like my tears might come back.
He looked at me funny. "No not at all. Did you think that and you didn't fight me?" Eijiro's face was very concerned. "How about you take a hot shower and afterwards we get you something to eat."
The bathroom was small, and the shower wasn't too difficult to figure out how to turn on, but I couldn't get the steamy water to shut off. I wrapped myself in a soft towel and just about opened the door when I heard his voice.
"Yes I'm worried about the wellbeing of my mate. Her wellness scan says her brain is imbalanced. I think she's been emotionally injured." He was speaking to someone, I didn't hear another voice. "Yes sir. Thank you your Highness. I'll give her nutrition and treat her with the medical aide you're sending by. I'll give you a report after a few days to see if her conditions improved."
I opened the door and he smiled at me, looking up from a watch on his wrist. "I can't get the shower to turn off." I said quietly. He happily walked into the bathroom and showed me how to work everything. He turned the water off, and showed me how to open the cabinet and get toiletries. "And if you ever just want to relax you can change what oils go into the water. They're good for stress, sleep, and even waking you up in the morning."
I stood there, feeling a bit exposed in my towel. Eijiro tried to discretely look at my body. His eyes darted over me quickly, but he managed to mostly hold eye contact. "I should probably let you get dressed. I have some clothes for you."
Eijiro gave me a red dress to put on. It had pretty flower patterns sewn into it, giving the fabric just a bit of texture. It was lightweight and comfortable like a night gown. "Before we get some food in you, I'm going to offer some first aid okay?" He opened the front door and grabbed a package that was sitting outside. He unwrapped a vial and prepped a syringe.
He sat down beside me. "Things are going to better for you now. I'm going to keep you safe." He kissed my exposed arm, dragging his tongue across my skin and leaving a sticky trail. The saliva sizzled and absorbed into my skin.
My whole body felt warm. My skin erupted in tingles and chills. The needle entering my arm didn't hurt. "That didn't hurt did it?" He rubbed the injection spot tenderly. "No, what was that?"
"Your wellness scan came back showing some light damage to your lungs, as well as some sort of chemical imbalance in your brain. A few injections should clear up any damaged cells and get the hormones flowing correctly."
Could he really be curing my asthma? I've had issues my whole life with breathing. Nobody seemed to care enough to stop smoking in the house, or even roll the windows down in the car while I'm in there.
"You can make my depression go away?" I looked down at my hands. My finger nails are always picked down to the nub.
"If that's what your imbalance is called, yes."
Eijiro made a meal for me out of a tan powder and some type of hot green liquid. It reminded me of oats, but was very sweet. After eating together in the relative quiet, a sudden drowsiness came over me. He pulled the blanket over my shoulders and tucked me. I was asleep before I could even count to ten.
I rolled over, groggy and still feeling a bit tired. My arms hit something hard, and my eyes shot open. I gasped and almost fell out of the bed at the sight of sleeping Eijiro. He was breathing out of his mouth softly, a bit of drool falling onto his pillow.
I sat up on my elbow and his left arm flopped over me, pulling me back down on the bed with a loud exhale of air leaving my chest. "Hey!"
Kirishima lazily opened one eye before snuggling into my neck. "Good morning Y/N... ready to start the day?"
For some reason I feel a bit more comfortable today. After getting dressed, I had a lot of questions. He explained why I'm here, how the two of us will be living together from now on. "See I don't know how ready I am to start a family." He smiled and put a hand over mine. "I figured we could spend our time on the ship getting to know each other. Our culture is a little different than yours, we usually start a family right away once we find a mate."
I felt a bit of panic rise in my chest. A family? Is that what the rumors meant about the aliens needing DNA? "But I think you could use some time to heal and adjust. What do ya think?"
"I... I don't even know what to say. I feel like I walked into a dream world." It felt too good to be true. There must be more to this I'm not seeing, people aren't whisked away from our troubles to paradise. Maybe I died, and he's really my guardian angel?
"Does that make me your dream guy?" He gave me a wink and I smiled at him.
"So down this way we have all these resteraunts that we can stop by for lunch." Outside of the hotel like halls were more sterile looking, white halls that lead to different sections of the ship. "Before that I thought maybe we could take a look at the gardens." I held his hand while we walked through rows and rows of gorgeous, vibrant flowers. Tree's grew tall and made beautiful shade for us to sit under. We leaned against the cool bark, I rested my head on his shoulder. Kirishima told me stories about Home World and what our lives will look like when we get there.
"I feel like I'm talking a lot. Why don't you tell me about your life on Earth?"
My smile fell and I tried to think of something, anything positive about my child hood. "Well Earth wasn't that interesting. Home World sounds so beautiful and incredible. I mean, no human has any type of power like you do." He held up his hand and flexed, his skin hardening like rock. I giggled and he kissed my cheek.
We spent time like this together, building some type of routine. Wake up together, and then spend the day having fun and eating.
Every night he would give me an injection, and we'd fall asleep holding each other closely.
On my seventh night, I sat up in the dark gasping for air. My heart was pounding against my chest and I let out a terrible choking sob. Kirishima woke up immediately, hopping out of bed and searching the room for some type of threat. The light flicked on and after a few seconds of looking for an attacker he turned back to me and pulled me into his lap. "Y/N what's happening?" His voice was panicked and I tried gulping down air. "I had a nightmare." I pushed my words out with a shaking voice. He grabbed his watch he always wears off of the night stand and put it on. Holding my hand, a holographic screen appeared from the watch. "Your heart rate is rapid, and your endocrine system is pumping a lot of adrenaline." He moved me off of his lap and started digging in the kitchen. He pulled a medical kit out and starting prepping a syringe. "No! No I don't need any medicine." Tears stung my eyes and I took a deep breath. "It's just a panic attack."
He set the med kit down and looked at me strange. "A what?"
"A panic attack. Sometimes I have bad dreams, and they make me freak out." I pushed some of my hair behind my ears and started to settle myself. Usually they last a lot longer than this, but I feel like I have slightly more control than usual.
"What kind of horrible thing in your dreams made you wake up like that?" He sat down beside me and took my hands in his. His hands are callused and warm. I wanted to tell him, tell him anything and everything.
The years and years of living in hell, always being told that I'm nothing and deserve nothing.
"Your injections you've been giving me... they help a lot with-" I took another deep breath. "They help me to not feel like I'm always drowning." He started rubbing my back, just letting me talk. "Does your species have medicine that can make me forget Earth?" My voice cracked and he pulled my head to rest on his shoulder. "I just want to forget everything." I let my walls fall just a bit and cried into his shoulder. "Hey I've got an idea. How about we go for a walk?"
It was dark in the gardens. The artificial sky was lit up with a beautiful display of soft twinkling starry lights. Nobody is around but the two of us.
We laid down in a clearing and just looked up, staring at the beautiful lights like we're stargazing. He let me just enjoy the quiet, holding my hand beside me.
After a little bit he broke the silence.
"You know, I'm a pretty positive guy." He chuckled a bit. "But I'm also a soldier, I've seen a lot of messy and terrible things. Lost organisms that I was supposed to save. Kill organisms because I was ordered too." He spoke seriously, but still managed to have an air of kindness behind his tone. "I think I understand what's going on with you. You've been through war. I can't make the things you've seen and been through go away..." he rolled to his side and touched my face gently. "But I can fill the rest of your life with new memories..." I looked at his face and couldn't help but smile. "And be here for you when the old ones creep back up. You'll never have to go through anything alone again."
I grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him. His eyes were huge with shock, but he leaned into my kiss. He hovered over me, trying to keep his muscular body from pressing down on me too hard. He swirled his tongue past my lips and I shuddered, waves of heat washing over me and pulsing in my core. I gasped and pulled him down on top of me harder, a slight moan leaving the corners of my mouth. He pulled away from me slightly with a nervous laugh. "A-are you alright?"
I kissed his nose. "Your kiss made me lose my breath."
"Well that's because of my spit. It makes you... comfortable." He looked down at me with a smile. "Ready to go back home?"
The next morning I woke up and stared dreamily at Eijiro's face. He looked so much different to me today. His gorgeous face, his toned body. I ran my finger down his chest and my touch caused him to flutter his eyes open. "Good morning baby girl..." He yawned and stretched out his arm. His stretch had him flex all of his muscles and I pushed myself a little closer to him. "Good morning, I was going to hop in the shower..." I tried to lace my voice with lust so he would take the hint that I wanted him to join me. "Okay! While you're showering I'll cook us up some breakfast."
Lightly disappointed I stepped into the bathroom and undressed. I turned the water on and let it run for a moment before wrapping a towel around me. "Eijiro?" I called out and he quickly opened the door and stepped in the steamy shower. "You alright Y/N?" I dropped my towel and stepped in the water. "Oh I'm fine. Could you hand me more body wash?" Eijiro stood stunned for a moment. "Of course I can." He cleared his throat and got into the cabinet. I took the bottle from him and rubbed the soap on myself. "Would you mind washing my back?" I bat my eyelashes at him and he quickly stripped his shorts off and joined me in the water. He slammed his lips against mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pressed my back against the cool tile and his hips pressed against mine. His fingers combed down my back, his nails dragging against my skin and scratching me. I moaned into his mouth. "Please Eijiro... I want you." I whined. He pressed two fingers against my folds and swirled around, feeling my wetness stretch around him. "Are you sure about this Y/N?" I looked down and noticed his member was strange. His member was large, and the tip was rounded and closed off. The veins stood out against his pale skin, because they were maroon instead of a light purple or blue. "Yes please..."
He turned me around and bent me against the wall. I pressed my hands against the glass to steady myself and he backed my hips up to meet him. His tip pushed into my walls, my body eager to meet him. I gasped as he started to move, letting my body adjust slowly at first before gaining speed. His fingers dug into my hips as he groaned while thrusting into me. The bathroom echoing the sound of his body hitting mine. He bounced me off of his pelvis over and over again, I just moaned and cried out his name over and over again. "Eijiro please I'm going to cum-"
"I wanna make you feel so good baby- hold on-" His member shifted in my body, I felt him pulse as something moved through him. He pushed himself against the very tip of my cervix. Something moved up into my body, it felt like a jelly substance for just a moment before dissolving.
I felt fire run down my spine and erupt. I cried out, my orgasm rocking my body. He wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me steady as his cock shifted again. Another dissolving sensation, and then another. I cried out, shaking. My hands fell off of the wall and Ejiro held me close to him, keeping me from slipping in the water. "You alright baby?" I nodded yes, my chest heaving.
We laid snuggled together on the bed for most of the afternoon. He traced shapes on my back, giving me kisses on my head while we talked between naps.
I could get used to this, being touched with such gentleness. "I love you Eijiro." I whispered to him. I snuggled into his chest further. "I love you too Y/N. I always will."
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