#to at least awkwardly apologize for the mistake after making it

[occamstfs]

Tenor Troubles

Masculinization spurred by a going from a Tenor to a Bass, bit of an odd one but hope you enjoy! -Occam

Max probably should have read his contract more closely. He knew that grad students across the board were getting shafted, but the agreement he has with the College of Fine Arts was some next level exploitation. He prided himself on his voice, being able to sing higher than even most of the Altos he has previously studied alongside. But his degree plan on the already signed contract suggests he is going to be enrolled as a Bass in the graduate program. Clearly there has been some misunderstanding that he’ll just need to work out with the department.

He knocks on the door of his advising professor and without waiting for a come in he bursts through the doors to see the man who is both his boss and professor staring at him less than pleased. Max’s face reddens in embarrassment and before he can even open his mouth to speak, Dr. Reyes addresses him.

“Maxwell is it. I trust you have a reason for barging into my office? I ask that you take more care towards decorum in the future.”

Max stumbles through an apology before getting to the matter at hand. “Y- yes of course I’m so sorry doctor it won't happen again, I swear.” He raises his eyes to his professor’s stern gaze, flinching back slightly as he goes on, “it’s just that, um, it looks like there was some kind of mix-up with my enrollment, I mean clearly you can tell I’m a Tenor right?” He raises his tone slightly and smiles awkwardly as he tries to make it clear to the man across from him that he certainly does not have the range.

Dr. Reyes rubs his beard, briefly covering his own mouth and wiping a smile from his face. “Well now Maxwell, there does seem to be a mismatch between your vocal training, and your preferred classes and yada yada,” waving his hands dismissively as Max’s face stains a deeper shade of scarlet by the second. Reyes goes on, “I'll see what I can do but all these changes take time If you must change your plan it’ll be at least a week. Until then if you could see to it that you fulfill the TA demands asked of you and attend your classes hm? You are under contract are you not?” The image of his signature at the bottom of contract feels burned into his retinas as he starts to reply, “well yes but-” An alarm goes off on the professor’s desk. “Very well Maxwell, if you would excuse me.”

Dr. Reyes makes his way to the next class smiling as he too thinks of the fine print of Maxwell's contract. ‘The student will become what the program asks of him.’ What a dunce one must be to sign that without an inquiry. Giving one last glance behind him to see the small student shaking with rage at the series of events, veins appearing to bulge out of his neck as he thinks about chasing after his professor, almost taking a step before grasping at his head. Max doubles over and grunts, after a painful second he rises once more and sees his advising professor enter a classroom. He exhales through his nose and walks to the concert hall with the undergraduate Bass students, the course he is, both legally and otherwise, compelled to assist with. 

The Next Week

Max is inches away from just dropping out. He was well-prepared to be constantly stressed from grad school but the wrench of working with students who don’t respect him and professors that are expecting him to sing alongside the rest of these professional bassists, it’s impossible! Dr. Reyes must be doing some sick joke on him, there is no reason it should be so difficult to fix this! He shouldn’t be graded for the university’s mistake. Beyond the looming threat of flunking these courses for his inaptitude he is also constantly hungry. His stomach rumbles and sends pangs through his body as he sits through each course on vocal instruction. He succumbs to stress-eating assuming one plate must fall and it may as well be his waistline.

Every time he indulges in his hunger he finds weight almost immediately piles on. Alongside his meticulously honed falsetto he has always enjoyed just how tight and small he kept his twinkish figure, though this begins to slip as he finds himself straining his tight pants and his stomach showing through his button ups.

The final issue lies precisely in his private vocal practice, in lieu of the training his program should guarantee. As he goes about practicing the arias and vocalizations that he typically uses as warmups he finds himself struggling to hit the highest notes. He works his way through them slowly and slips up, finding his range is peaking out much lower than it ever should. He grimaces and refuses to deign and see if his range has increased in the other direction. He goes note by note, taking his time to feel the stress and vibrations of his vocal chords. Reaching the pinnacle of the piece he strains to hit the high note and his voice promptly cracks. He feels a tear. He coughs and gasps for air concerned that he has truly injured himself. 

When no blood or further pain reveals itself Max finally clears his throat and drinks a glass of water. He tests his voice, “Uhhhh-” forcing his hand over his mouth before even getting a full syllable out. Eyes watering as he hears his voice is unmistakably deeper than it was not a minute ago. This spurs him to action as he storms to the college and bangs on the door of Dr. Reyes.

For his part Reyes is sitting at the desk finishing an email and grinning as he hears the banging grow only more fervent at his door. He finishes his email almost laughing at how effective he is at controlling the man at the door. Knock as he may he could not storm in if he wanted to, as he must desperately. Closing his laptop and reaching to grab a tea bag from within his desk he calls to allow Max entry, “Do come in Maxwell.”

Stomping into the room, unaccustomed to the new weight he carries, which Dr. Reyes is all too pleased to notice. He takes a deep breath as he prepares to shout at the professor, his chest growing as his already prodigious lungs expand. Before finishing though Reyes raises a finger and strikes him passive and mute. “Now Max, why don’t you have a seat.” He clenches his hands with a furor and sits, stewing in his mind while also rapt with attention. “How have you been liking your classes?” Max continues to sit silently watching as the prepare a pot of tea, beginning to forget his ire as he looks on in confusion at the man. Reyes turns once more and rolls his eyes, “Well go on.”

Shaking out of it Max finally starts clearing his throat a few times hoping the voice he has worked so hard to protect and train will return “I, ugh- Sorry it’s ugh!” Dr. Reyes leans against his desk and steeps the tea bag, eyebrows raised with a thin smile on his face. Failing to speak as he so wishes the rage returns to Max and he shouts out, “It’s my fucking voice! I came here to learn and all these classes are just a waste of my fucking time!”

Reyes pours the tea into a large mug and sets it in front of his student, “Now now, if you were having voice problems why didn’t you just say so Max. I am a professional after all! Have some of this and I’m sure it will set you right as rain.” The professor watches as Max grasps the mug and stares into it. He remembers that Reyes was already preparing it when he came in. But it’s not as if his advisor would do something truly untoward right? Sensing the hesitation Dr. Reyes’ eyes darken and he commands, “I did say to drink it did I not.”

Max quickly raises the glass and sips. His eyes remain dark and he continues, “what seems to be the problem with your voice young Maxwell?” Taking a break from drinking he starts to explain all of his troubles to the man who should be looking out for him. Gesturing to his clearly larger body, Reyes notices beyond the weight gain that the sitting man is adjusting himself as his pants begin to grow even tighter, his ankles growing exposed as if his legs were lengthening. 

He continues to stumble onward with his recollection, forgetting what exactly bothered him enough to storm in. Reyes half-listens and takes care to refill the tea cup as needed, taking in the physical changes to the man rambling and wondering just how far they will be able to go. Eventually Reyes speaks up, “you were having trouble with your voice, yes Maxwell?”

Max’s eyes glimmer with recognition and he almost jumps with a start, “Yes! That was it I couldn’t sing the part I auditioned with in Nessun Dorma and I was-” His professor interrupts as he takes a big swing at Max’s psyche, “Is that so? What were you doing singing that Maxwell, that’s for tenors.” As if a grenade went off in his mind Max struggles to reconcile and remember what his problem was, did he not audition as a Tenor? But he couldn’t sing high to save his life right? Or no. 

Reyes watches as Max’s brow grows sweaty in his inner struggle. He physically raises the cup to Max’s mouth helping him finish the entire pot of tea. Confident that the man before him is far enough gone to only latch on his words, Reyes offers him a bone, “which side of your range are you struggling with boy.” Feeling emasculated by the professor infantilizing him he feels an urge to test his lower range. Reyes sees the resolve in Max’s eyes and challenges him, “Go on, sing your lowest note, now.” Max takes a deep breath and produces a sonorous note sustaining it far better than he would have ever expected himself to. 

Reyes smiles and shoots to plant another seed, “Well now Maxwell, I’m not quite sure what the problem is then. Your range seems to be what any trained Baritone’s should be.” The word Baritone echoes through Max’s head as he once more grows paralyzed in his own mind. He ekes out a “B- Baritone?” his voice cracking even deeper as he freezes. Reyes watches as his eyebrows knit together in confusion, they seem to grow thicker as they near each other.

Vocal range and masculinity don’t inherently match one-to-one but the professor is more than happy to allow it, staring as the weight from Max’s stomach begins to slightly redistribute itself, it slides up his chest, straining the buttons near his collar. Reyes shifts to look at Max’s face, eyes lingering on the Adam's apple making itself unmissable on his neck. He sees peach fuzz growing on Max’s upper lip and sideburns. Thoroughly pleased with the acceleration he has achieved today an alarm once more goes off on his phone and he readies to send his protege off. 

“Maxwell dear, I thank you for your patience. Of course I know that you’d prefer to be with the other Baritone student’s though I am sure you are learning valuable information working outside your comfort zone hm? I’m sure we’ll have this snafu fixed by next week.” Max just stares in a stupor as he stares at his professor, the empty mug of tea still in his hand before he sets it down to scratch at his tighter shirt. Dr. Reyes offers him a kerchief to wipe the drool from his mouth as he leads him out of his office, “Why don’t you try your warm ups, I’m sure they’ll set you right as rain.” 

Just as he did last time he takes one last look at his growing student as he begins to wander down the hall, his pants swiftly turning from slacks to tight capris. He hears the echo of the man humming to himself as he walks down the hallway to his own office hours. He’ll need to be ready for whatever his Bass performance students need right? Can’t have them out showing him even if he’s still working outside his comfort zone. Just one more week of this and he’ll get to show off to the Baritones, once more with his choral cohort.

The Next Week

Dr. Reyes stays abreast of how his star pupil is doing this week. He visits during private lessons and checks into lectures on music theory and rehearsals. He hears the man force his voice to be stronger. After any challenge he hears the man force himself to be louder. When struggling with curriculum, surely impeded by the doctor’s manipulation, he clutches at his head as his body surges larger, tightening clothes that were already sizes too large when he started his education here.

He sees Max looking at his reflection in the mirror of a practice room. He checks his beard from every angle, tilting his head up to see his large Adam's apple and smirks watching it vibrate as he hums. He unbuttons yet another button of his shirt, allowing an even greater view of his pecs as thick chest hair spills outward. Reyes hears his voice power through the soundproofed room as he approaches. He has clearly decided to leave Baritone behind without any prodding as he endeavors to show off his talents despite ostensibly singing to himself. 

Dr. Reyes knocks on the door of the practice room and like an eager dog Max falls over himself to answer it. He now stands taller than his professor whose head now lies directly at the hairy pecs spilling from his opened shirt. Max’s eyes glimmer as he looks down to the smug face of the professor. He quickly sits down to lower himself below the doctor and eagerly awaits whatever is soon to spill from Reyes’ mouth.

“I must say Maxwell, you have truly outdone yourself. Truly you hold one of the most powerful Bass voices I have heard in my time.” Max sits quietly, his heart racing with excitement from such kind words. He struggles to stay silent, lest he speak out of turn, though he cannot hide the rumble in his chest as his deep breaths accelerate. The doctor struggles to keep it together as he sees a pulse in the unmistakable, currently growing, bulge in Max’s pants. He briefly wonders if he’s gone too far, before looking back to the man’s face, seeing his eyes still staring directly into him waiting.

Perhaps he can go farther. “Is it not a shame though, my dear Max, that you’re not a true Basso Profundo?” There is a loud tear in the room as Max’s body surges larger. He shoots up inches more in height revealing a hairy stomach and pubes that already spill beyond the bounds of his pants. Reyes hears a catch in his student’s breath and watches as his Adam's apple bulge even further from his throat. His cock bursts the zipper of his pants and Max moans loud and deep enough for the professor to feel it in his chest. Reyes can’t take his eyes from the hair covering his chest grows even darker, curling as each strand grows thicker.

Before losing control of himself and his desires Dr. Reyes forces one last statement through Max’s mind, “You know the department has always wanted a basso profundo coach. How would you feel about being an assistant professor, Max?” In response Max can only sit in awe as a look of what can only be described as pleasure stains his face, mouth lolling open as his eyes grow crossed. His hands clench the sides of his chair as he struggles to not lose control over himself and the professor. Thinking of staining the practice room only makes it more difficult to keep it together. 

Reyes feels a hunger within himself as he stares down at the massive man seconds away from cumming all over himself. In time he too will only know Max as the powerful man he is now. At this juncture however the doctor sneaks out of the practice room and heads to return to his office to prepare for office hours, what kind of a professor would he be if he wasn’t there for his pupils after all. 

Walking down the hallway he hears the man in the practice room lose control, his voice echoing down the hall before hearing him run out and to the nearest bathroom. He prioritizes increasing the soundproofing of the practice rooms before turning to see the new Assistant Professor sprint down the hallway towards the nearest restroom. Struggling to move swiftly or quietly in his far-too-strained clothing. Reyes returns to the desk and smiles once more to himself as he thinks of a future for himself, his program, and his new star Basso Profundo, before hearing yet another knock at the door. 

“Do come in.”

#male tf #masculinization #mental change #muscle tf #hair growth #male transformation

[your-nanas-house]

Soooo I was thinking Cillian X Fan! reader. He takes advantage of the fact that reader admires him sm and uses her for his pleasure…

I'm so so sorry, it took me so long but I was really really smitten with this idea! 🙇🏼‍♀️

Out with the dog

◇ Pairing: Dark!Cillian Murphy X younger fan!Reader

◇ Warnings: SMUT, Cilly is a perv and bit dark, DUBCON, manipulation, bit mean Cilly (?), oblivious fem reader, fluff, frustration and stress.

◇ Summary: Cillian has company during his daily walk with his dog, Scout.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. I didn't proof read it... I mean I don't re-read my works normally but I just wanted to point it out this time in case I wrote some shit. Enjoy!!! Also thank you @kiss-me-cill-me for your advices and motivation! 🫶🏻

It wasn't at all what he was expecting when he left the house just to take the family dog for a walk.

The twisted thoughts and stress that had been troubling him all day had become even more insistent with the cool Dublin air and the fall of evening. His mind was really elsewhere when a soft and shy voice interrupted his trail of thoughts, making him realize that he was standing in the same spot, staring at nothing, since a while now.

"Excuse me, sir. I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to bother you but... I'm a huge fan of your work and—" the voice cracked softly, the younger girl that was standing in front of him looked quite nervous and shy which made him smile slightly.

"I-I-I... sorry, I shouldn't have interrupted you" she quickly apologized, her body telling him that she was going to just walk quickly off... too ashamed of the interaction to actually look him in the eyes again.

"Don't worry..." Cillian started, waiting for her name as he removed his sunglasses, flattering his eyes softly when the dim light hit him. She was very pretty and at least 10 years younger than him for sure, he thought while taking her in.

"Y/n!... Y/n" the young woman revealed nervously, her hands shaking awkwardly, a thing that Cillian noticed immediately and that made him smile a little as soon as she tried to hide it by grabbing into her bag... both hands holding the strap making his breath get bit heavier.

He sure was stressed and frustrated, he thought as his eyes remained on her smaller hands as they moved slightly while she talked... up and down, up and down.

Gosh, he really would have loved to have them wrapped around his cock like that, he was certain that those tiny pretty hands weren't that innocent for sure.

"Beautiful name" he commented with a tiny smile in an attempt to distract himself by his pervy intrusive thoughts. He really didn't need to deal with an article of some random magazine commenting on him walking around Dublin with a noticeable hard-on after talking with a younger woman.

She sure was a pretty thing though, from her hair to her eyes down to her breasts and— he needed to keep hold on himself. What gotten into him? He never objectified a woman like that... it wasn't like him.

He needed to keep going with his walk, clear his mind, regain back the control he usually had and—

"I was actually hoping for a bit of company... would you like to walk with me?... and my dog" the proposal slipped out of the older man unconsciously, as his gaze darkened slowly, his body reacting almost animalisticly... like a hungry predator ready to eat his prey.

Fuck, he cursed in his head, looking away as he waited for a reply from her... a poor way to distract himself from her innocent presence. Poor because the wind was apparently against him as well that evening... blowing her sweet scent towards him so that his nostrils could take her even more in.

The Irishman really hoped silently for her rejection peppered with some tender excuse that could have been true or could have been false... he didn't care much.

But of course, things hadn't been going the way he'd hoped all day so why be surprised when he got a shy yes instead of an embarrassed no.

He couldn't complain though, after the stressful week he had... bit of female company could have been the cure, maybe he was able to do some kind of conversation and focus his mind elsewhere and not on her body... but rather on her brain.

...

The soft breeze started to hit them harder, the walk was going well and the small talk was pretty enjoyable, they talked about lots... changing from deep to light, from silly to serious, from sad to happy.

Cillian was really enjoying her presence, her mature thoughts and her friendly personality. His stress and tension could have flown away if it was for her.... moving lips.

Soft looking, pinkish due to the lipstick she had on and very kissable... the actor could clearly imagine them wrapped around his cock. Wetting it all with her warm mouth as her lips would have painted his bases of that pink— pink, he repeated in his head as his Adam's apple bobbed. He needed to change topic quickly and stop focusing on her goddamn lips.

"What do you think of Barbenheimer?" The Irishman asked, slapping himself mentally for the question.

Just keep walking, Cillian, focus on walking... don't look at her... and her pretty blouse that was getting opened by the wind, exposing bit more of her neckline as it moved the fabric of her shirt as well. Damn wind.

He had reached a point where he couldn't even focus on her speaking, the feeling of being on the edge was getting harder as time passed... he was sure that a little push would have made him completely loose his rational thoughts. And then that's when Scout, his dog, decided to just sprint to reach something... making him loose the lazy grip he had on the leash and make the young woman run after him.

Cillian went quickly after them, his mind trying to stay in focus as he saw her skirt rise up at every bounce she did to snatch the leash for him before anything bad could happen. He was quite sure now that she was hiding a pretty revealing underwear under that modest outfit she was wearing.

"There you go, good boy" her soft voice praised as she kneeled down to pet the dog and take the leash, too busy snuggling with him to notice Cillian's gaze on her bouncing breasts.

She wasn't wearing a bra, he cursed under his breath again, his body too warm because of the jogging, his heart drumming harder against his chest as he tried to calm down and focusing on his breathing... and not her heavy.. panting and sexy one.

When the young woman stood back up and brushed her smaller hand against his to give him the leash... Cillian's self-control reached the end

"Thank you" he murmured in a more low tone as his body started to react at his impulses.

By the way her eyes kept shining as she looked at him, he knew that with a bit of pressure he could have made her do whatever he wanted... but was it really what he wanted? He pondered as his feet made him change the route he normally took when out with Scout, leading the oblivious young woman in a dark alley.

"I agree, things are pretty different nowadays" the older actor commented as he mentioned the conversation they were having, his heart beating even faster as he thought quickly of a plan.

Was he really going to take advantage of that kind fan of him? Was he really that desperate and frustrated?

Questions kept filling his head as his eyes remained on the wet street, lost in thoughts

"Do you do this path every day?" Y/n's voice interrupted the silence, making his baby blue eyes look back at her.

Yes, he was.

"Mhhm.. but I take usually the parallel street" he informed her while looking around to be sure that they were alone. The oblivious and curious look on her pretty face was making him harder than ever, making the uncomfortable feeling become a painful one now.

As soon as the Irishman was sure that there was Noone around he let go casually of the leash, whistling to order something to Scout who... after giving a look at his master headed in a run towards the beginning of the alley, sitting there as a guard. Watching around to warn Cillian if someone would have approached.

A glance at his black dog and he acted, not letting Y/n even questioning him before pressed his plumpy lips against hers as the dark swallowed them more now that her body was pressed against the cold and humid wall.

His big hands moved eargerly to her face and neck to keep her tilted like he wanted so to facilitate the kiss he was stealing.

Her neck was soft and tempting, he could easily leave a mark if he wanted but he didn't had so much time.. so he had to take things faster than he hoped.

As the kiss broke he inhaled deeply, letting his nose brush against hers as his thumbs caressed her skin... he didn't dare to open his eyes and meet her probably wide eyes and swollen lips... his cock was already throbbing and if he did that small action he was sure that the seed he was hoping to shoot in her would have just soiled his trousers.

"Damn, darling" Cillian cursed softly, licking his lips before diving down to kiss her neck while pressing his body against hers in an attempt of finding some friction and swallow her in his lust.. caging her body against the bricks even more.

"Do you want to help me, dear?" he asked softly, stroking her neck slowly as his piercing eyes now watched her carefully, noticing the glimpse of insecurity that was in her wide beautiful eyes

"Bet you want to, hm? Or I could just go to another fan of mine. Bet they would die to have a chance like this, darling... acting less ungrateful than you" he softly threatened in his low voice. His irish accent echoing in her head as he manipulated her young mind.

Of course she wanted to help him, he was her idol and favourite actor of all times... she couldn't really risk it and watch his disappointment towards her. She didn't wanted to be faced by his oh-so famous judgy face.

But the embarrassment and hesitance were there as well... she had a dignity and couldn't just allow him to use her like that, right?

Of course, it was something she dreamed about but was she really ready for that? She didn't even try casual sex in her lige yet. But she sure didn't want him to go to another fangirl and his intense gaze was like a poker face to her... so she was stuck on not knowing whatever he was telling the truth or not.

"I don't have the whole day, darling" Cillian's low voice commented as his gaze shifted towards the spot where his dog was still sitting.

Y/n glances at him again, gulping while trying to silence the battles in her head. She really didn't know what to do, what if it wasn't like he expected or if it would turn out to be a mistake.

"Ok!... Y-Yes, I-I want to help you, Mr. Murphy" Y/n stammered out when the actor started to move away from her.

Her heart beated hard against her chest, making her breath get caught in her throat as her hands started to sweat when he hummed and undoed his pants, pulling out his hard cock without hesitation or patience.

"That's a good girl, get on your knees" his low voice ordered before he moved slowly his tip against her lips, painting them with his pre-cum as he thrusted slightly forward to let them wrap around his red tip.

"That's it... suck" Cillian's voice ordered, allowing to be teased a bit before snapping his hips forward, making her hit her head against the wall and gag around his lenght. "Fuck, love" he cursed with a growl, letting her adjust to him before starting to fuck her mouth till he nearly reached his edge.

The actor's first intention was to just burry his cock deep in her throat and cum there but as his icy eyes wandered down to her kneeled form... and stopped on her clinging thighs the need to feel her young cunt around him became a must.

With a slow motion he moved away from her, letting her breath properly as she dried her spit while catching her breath. Tears already adorning her cheeks... she really was beautiful, the man repeated to himself as a mocking coo left him.

His big hands strokes the soft flesh of her cheeks as he made her get up so that he could smash his lips back against hers, forcing a hungry, toothy kiss that luckily slowed down when she reciprocated it.

Her bare leg was hooked up at his narrow hip, allowing his cock to brush her clothed folds with his help.

He was right... she really was wearing some thing revealing panties, arousing and innocent enough to make him just want to fuck her with them on. His thick finger made its way towards her entrance, curling around the fabric to move it with ease so that it was now half-hugging his lenght... allowing her folds to wet his cock while the panties squeezed it as he thrusted.

His leaking tip kept smearing his pre-cum on her spot skin and onto the fabric of her skirt each time it touched it. The hardness of it managed to gift some attention to her clit as well while his thrusts sped up.

Cillian could feel her juices dripping from his cock down to his balls and the underwear squeeze harder around him now that he was moving them in a difference pace.

It didn't took him much to reach his own peak, his body was quickly shaking and limp against her as his warm cum decorated her clothes. He was too desperate to care or to stop himself so that he could have used her pussy to pleasure him a bit more... not that he complained. He was fully satisfied, sweat was running down his forehead as he breathed heavily against her shoulder as he slowly got down his peak, his thrusts slowing down till he was too overstimulated to receive any further touch.

"Darling... can I keep your panties?... So that I can wash them and give them back to you clean, of course" Cillian casually asked, fixing her hair in a tender manner while brushing slowly his thumb on her swollen lips, watching her panting.

Guess the destiny decided for us... we will meet soon again, darling. Just to give you back your undergarments, of course, he thoughts as he tucked himself back and fixed his clothes, ready to continue the little walk they were having previously.

#cillian fanfic #cillian fic #cillian x reader #cillian murphy smut #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy #cillian x y/n #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian murphy fic #cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy fluff

[grvyrd-drms]

toby with a s/o who shares a similar trauma to him? if uncomfortable just ignore this rq!

toby rogers x fellow traumatized reader hcs

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A/N: oh no don't worry this is MY TIME TO SHINE THANKS DAD ‼️ i'm projecting a little bit on this one tbh

CW: gn!reader, abuse, borderline personality disorder, shit dads, trauma, ptsd, bullying, mental health issues, etc. just a sad post all around lmao.

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-starting this off by mentioning this is written by someone who had an abusive dad, was severally bullied and has mental disorders. hes literally like me tbh btw fr!!!!

-toby doesn't like to talk about it. his family. school. his mental disorders and tics. he acts like the only life he's ever lived was under the control of slenderman.

-if anything, you would be the one to open up first. if you're a secretive person, just imagine how toby is. you open up about your past, all of your issues etc. and he just.... kind of stares at you. it's uncomfortable at first, and you start to panic and think you overshared or said something triggering.

-then he just sighs, closes his eyes. he doesn't make eye contact with you, just kind of stares into the distance. he mutters a quiet "yeah... i get it. me too." and it's fucking DEPRESSING.

-theres a thick, but comfortable, silence that filled the room. of course you didn't tell him all the details, and he didn't tell you any, but the point got across to both of you that you've both been mistreated.

-from there on toby just kind of studies you. he notices some of your habits are the same as his, flinching at loud sounds or being uncomfortable when you're around angry men. you freeze up when you hear people whispering, and he finally starts to understand why you lock yourself in your room to have panic attacks.

-he's not the world's best therapist, but he's a good listener. he cares about you very much and tries to make it clear by awkwardly offering a shoulder to rest on when you're upset or having unpleasant flashbacks.

-toby's voice gets quiet and his movements become gentler when you're upset about something. he understands what it's like to get like this and knows how to help you (he tries, at least).

for a sprinkle of angst;

-of course he has issues too, and god forbid if you both are having a hard time. it'll be like hell on earth.

-for my bpd fellas, if you've ever dated a person who also has bpd, take that traumatic shit and multiply it by 100.

-toby's bpd is so bad and it's so painful to watch. he'll be freaking out, slamming himself into walls, hurting himself, yelling and crying. he'll split on you, being just a total dickhead.

-of course this will then domino affect, and it'll start making you feel like shit too. give it a few minutes after you freak out and storm off and toby will be crawling back like a pathetic mess. sobbing, begging for you to stay with him, to not leave. he "can't go through that again." his eyes are dark as he clings onto you, he can't stop apologizing. in his eyes, he just made the biggest mistake of his life. which is saying a lot.

-he wants to be good for you. he tries so hard.

#THIS IS SO LONG LMFAO #i projected big time but lets ignore that #hes my babygirl #blorbo :3 #creepypasta #ticci toby #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #toby rogers #ticci toby x y/n #ticci toby fanfic #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers hcs #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby smut

[k1ngdom-of-thieves]

how would the first years react to finding out reader is a girl?

You guys really like these types of requests! Thank you so much for supporting me.

Here’s it with the dorm leaders and vice dorm leaders

First years + Finding out reader is a girl!

Ace Trappola

Despite being one of your closest friends, Ace is probably one of the last people to find out. He doesn’t really pay the best attention to his surroundings.

How he found out was by complete accident. He was walk by Sam’s shop when the man himself called out to him to bring you a package.

Luckily he was already on the way to Ramshackle, so this wasn’t that big of a deal. He was still grumbling about doing “your chores” though. And Ace being Ace, was hungry and decided to check your package to see if there was food in it.

What he found wasn’t food, but an entire box of clothes with women’s sizing. Needless to say, you had an extremely confused Ace knocking on the door.

“Hey!! Are you really a girl?! I was looking at this box-I was hungry- Ugh, I’m making myself look like a huge jerk, aren’t I?”

Deuce Spade

Deuce is another who wouldn’t notice for a very long time. I think the only way he’ll realize is if either you tell him, or someone else does.

It’ll be a lot easier if you tell him straight up. If someone else does, he’s just going to think that they’re lying to get a reaction out of him for a while.

He’s gonna be so confused for a while after he finds out. Please give him a minute before telling him anything else. He’s doing the shinji pose lmaoo

The poor guy feels so guilty over making a simple mistake. Expect him to randomly apologize for the next week or so.

“W-WHAT?? I’m so sorry! I thought this whole time- ugh, I can’t believe I made such a big mistake. Huh? You’re not mad? Oh..ok.”

Jack Howl

Jack knew you smelt different from the others in the school, he just couldn’t tell if was because you were magic-less, from a different world, or just because you were around Grim for too long. The idea of you being a girl briefly crossed his mind, but he didn’t give it too much thought.

He found out when you were complaining to Grim about Crowley only giving you clothes in men’s sizing. Now he didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but with his huge ears, he managed to accidentally overhear.

Jack felt incredibly guilty over listening in on a private conversation, but his surprise ultimately overpowered his guilt. He accidentally lets out a loud “Huh?” before covering his mouth with his hand.

When you called out to whoever was listening, Jack awkwardly shuffled out for you to see, lowered ears and all. He immediately started apologizing as his tail stood limp by his side.

*Sigh* “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but be honest with me, is the fact that you’re a girl supposed to be a secret? Or am I just the last person to realize?”

Epel Felmier

Epel didn’t think much of you more feminine appearance. I mean, he’s almost in the exact same boat as you, so he doesn’t have much room to judge.

This is also what led to him finding out. He was complaining about Vil putting him under a strict diet again and how he was glad there was at least one other “pretty boy” at NRC.

Which led to you correcting him. “You know I’m not actually a guy, right?” Poor guy froze up immediately.

This country boy feels the slight pang of betrayal in his heart; he thought you two were in this together! But it turns out he must bare the curse of “cute” alone. He’s so dramatic lmao.

“Wait, but then how did you- nevermind. Guess I’ll have to deal with Vil’s stupid anti-aging exercises on my own then!” He doesn’t realize that this doesn’t change much of anything, you guys aren’t even in the same dorm.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek never considered you to actually be a girl. Mostly because he was always paying more attention to Malleus’s “great deeds of the day”. He literally just helped someone with their homework.

He’s also another person that will only believe it if you tell him straight up. He’ll think that everyone else is just trying to make a fool out of an esteemed guard of Malleus!

If this is supposed to be a secret, why tell Sebek, first of all make sure you tell him in an empty room. He’s gonna be so loud about the entire ordeal.

If it’s not a secret, that just makes things easier for you. Either you can tell him straight up, or someone else will end up doing for you. He’s gonna feel terrible about it regardless though, so prepare yourself for a very loud apology.

“I HUMBLY APOLOGIZE FOR MY TRANSGRESSIONS! I-oh, I don’t need to yell? Alright, I am still deeply sorry though.”

#twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #ace trappola #twst ace #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #twst deuce #deuce spade #jack howl #twst jack #jack howl x reader #twst epel #epel felmier #epel felmier x reader #sebek zigvolt #twst sebek #sebek zigvolt x reader

[viktorxsheep]

HI! i apologize for any mistakes, i dont send requests to often :,)

I was wondering if you could do the Star Rail boys and Fem! Reader with a pucca dynamic? Like she's over here tracking them down just to give them kisses and stuff, and gets jealous pretty easily. If all of them are too much just Blade and/dan heng! :))

hi!! thanks for the request! i loved this show so much when i was younger haha. thankyou for allowing me to indulge in my dan heng and welt yang love teehee. (no mistakes by the way!! :>>)

dan heng, welt yang, blade, jing yuan, gepard x fem! reader

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dan heng

Dan Heng liked his peace. He liked his days in his room, looking through the archives as he sorted through every single data that he had jotted down in his notebook.

Ofcourse, he also knew to always expect you. Disrupting the perfect peace that he made for himself. He always acted annoyed and a little bit grumpy whenever you bursted through his doors, but he genuinely did like it. He loved your kisses, he could drown in them and he would reincarnate just so he could open his arms and allow you to ram into them.

As your relationship grew, he started getting a bit more flustered at your strong declarations of love. Your jealousy, your passion- he’s never experienced a love this strong and this good. All he wants to do now is to return it tenfold…r he’s still a little bit shy.

So when he can finally rest beside you, you sleeping in his arms, he can kiss your forehead as he hums a soft tune from his past. He didn’t expect that he’d love you this much, but now he even gets a little grumpy if you don’t kiss him all over the face in the morning, or go and tightly hug him. He still has nightmares..but now, he can atleast envision your body dashing to his to kiss him when he wakes up instead of the fear and the hurt.

blade

Blade was a little different from Dan Heng. Where Dan Heng was shy and a little bit unsure on how to repay your affections, Blade embraced this wholeheartedly. He relished in the affection, it made him happy.

But a small pet of him wondered if this was alright, if he even deserved this. From all of his past actions, the mistakes he would most definitely make in the future- did he deserve you running to him and toppling him over for kisses? He doesn’t want to dwell, instead, he hopes you let him love you the same way.

If ever you are jealous, he will sit you on his lap (albeit a little awkwardly at first) and he will comfort your insecurities. Are his comforting words not exactly very comforting? sure, but he tries. “You must be sick if you believe I do not love you, don’t be silly.”

Although he really hopes you would stop trying to chase after him during missions for affection, you could get hurt and it’s a bit annoying being teased by Kafka (well, he’d go through it if it’s you at the very least).

welt yang

He is such an old man. Stop giving him heart attacks as you go and kiss him every morning! atleast let him brush his teeth, but he has a feeling you don’t really mind that much. Welt always wakes up earlier than you do, smiling as he watches you excitedly open your eyes to meet his loving embrace.

You may be overexcited and very in love, but Welt can almost beat you in one thing…being the greatest male wife house husband figure you could think of. For every gift, kiss you shower him with, hugs- he surprises you with homemade cooking, clothes that he patched up, flowers and chocolates (that he made himself).

Whenever you get jealous, he can’t help but stifle a small laugh. You were so cute- though he really does not want you to feel insecure. When he knows you’re getting jealous (because he can read you like an open book) he calmly sets you aside and kisses your forehead, assuring you that his love and his heart lies only with you. He couldn’t imagine his life without you in it, so tell him if ever you feel insecure or jealous, he will always listen.

jing yuan

The fearsome leader of the cloud knights believed he was prepared for any sort of challenge. Some fearsome and formidable foes? no matter, stellaron hunters? he will ensure the safety of everyone he can. But who knew he would be so soft and fall victim to-

you. Wonderful, amazing, beautiful you. You in all of your glory, your soft kisses and excited smiles. He could sleep all day just to see you in his dreams, but he loves you even better in real life. He will get flustered (and never show it), and he will always feel bad when he’s forced to ask you to wait outside a meeting room due to the confidential information being shared.

He will ease your worries, he will hold your hand. He wants you to be as safe and as happy as possible, so how could he not indulge you? whatever kisses you’d like the give him, you may. While he can’t always let you bulldoze over to him just to kiss, he will always make it up to you after the moment you two get home.

gepard

You wanted to kill him.

He was sure.

Fearsome, strong, loyal knight captain. That was who he was and how his reputation was…atleast until his underlings saw the red hot blush on his face as you somehow got through the silver mane guards just to kiss and hug him. While he always scolds you (always with a small stutter due to the shock and flusteredness) to not follow him while he went away, he always held you in his arms and let you do as you pleased.

He would walk you back to the safer areas in the administrative district of Belobog, letting you get your fill in of as much hugs and kisses you want before he’s forced to rip himself and his tomato red face away from you.

You being jealous was the most shocking for him. You’re jealous? why? he may be a knight captain, but you were infinitely more beautiful and amazing and- if this line were to continue on, it would fill pages and pages of writing. An entire novel dedicated to every affection you’d offer and how he would call you.

#x reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng x you #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #blade x reader #blade x you #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x you #welt yang x reader #welt yang x you #gepard x reader #gepard x you #gepard #welt yang #dan heng #blade #stellaron

[lacedinlucilfer]

Rindou and Ran Kitty Hybrids

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CONTENT WARNING. READ.

cw: non-con??, con non-con at least, cat mannerisms, humping, boundaries crossing, 18+, evil Haitani Ran, switch between first and third person. Please don’t read if you’re sensitive to this kind of stuff.

Scratching behind Ran and Rindous ears

I’d give them little collars and Rindou would always take his off, and I’d have to beg him to let me put it back on.

Rans tail is constantly swinging around and wrapping around my hand, side and anywhere it can go.

Rindous tail is always flying around cause he’s always irritated and I always like to touch it

Rindou has a small humping problem

He just does it when he curls up with me and I always scold him. And he runs off all angry and embaressed.

Ran licks your neck and his tail sways lazily, curling around your thigh at times as he purrs. Mumbling and telling him to knock it off but he doesn’t so I just lay there and let him lick at my neck, his tail slipping around my thigh, everyonce in awhile getting dangerously close between my legs.

My parents gifted them to me when I was younger so we all practically grew up together But they turned into fiends. And began to act up but only around me so my parents never knew how horrible they were sometimes

Heats

Rin gets his bad and he claws and scratches at your clothes and cries because of how bad he needs it, he’s panting and getting feverishly hot and the only way he can sooth the symptoms is by being in you. Thrusting quickly and without a care as he cries into your neck, mewling.

Ran tries to deal with it on his own, typical stripping naked and laying in Your room as he waits for you to come home. Fucking his palm sloppily having already came a few times but to no avail, the itch and urges don’t go away. You walk in and he pretends you’re not there and like he’s in more pain than he really is to get you to feel bad and help him.

They are horrible. I always know Rins in heat cause I come home and my bed is a mess, my clothes are scratched and he’s immediately there. I scold him for being bad and he grunts , glaring at me like it’s my fault. But I can tell he’s in pain, face red and hot. I feel his face before shutting the door and telling him I’m gonna make him feel better. Removing my skirt for him and crawling onto the bed, he’s there immediately, undoing his pants and crawling on top of me in missionary style. He fucks into me and leans over, taking in my scent, whining and grunting as he does.

I know Rans in heat cause I can almost smell his cum when I open the door to my pretty bedroom. A look of pure upset crossing my face when I see his cum on my bed sheets. I shut the door and go to scold him but he’s so good at acting like he’s in pain. And it always works cause I’m such a softie for them and Ran has convinced me that helping them with their heat is pet of being a “good owner”. I crawl into the bed and pull my skirt and panties off before straddling him and sinking down on him, letting him fill me up completely He’s so happy after filling me up. Purring and rubbing my sides and stomache as I lay there, exhausted and leaking with his cum.

Rindous always so tired after and I crawl next to him and scratch his ears. “Good boy….my sweet boy.”

Oh and I literally cannot have friends over. Cause both of them are possessive in their own ways. Rindou is possessive of the house in general and will glare and scoff at anyone who comes over, especially if it’s a guy. Which happened once and I never made that mistake again.

Ran gets way too comfy with me when I bring someone over. He has no shame, kissing my neck and lacing his tail around my wrist. I try to push him away and apologize to my friend but he’s too big.

My friend kind of laughs awkwardly, “He uh, really likes you.”

And I also laugh nervously as Ran tries to nuzzle my cheek and I put my hand on his face and try to push him away.

Even though they are fiends, when I was really depressed and jobless, they helped take care of me. I’d start crying and one of them would be there immediately, taking me in their arms and rubbing against me and calming me down.

When they’re heats sink up it is awful, when you’re not there, they get territorial over your bed and will literally fight and scratch at each other to get your bed as their ‘nest’. Your room is a mess when you come back and it usually end up with Ran winning and Rin hiding somewhere.

You come back and Rans covered in scratches but he puts on a show of being in heat but Rin whines from his hiding spot. Sweat matting his hair down to his forehead and he’s panting.

Rin whining from his spot in the corner, hair matted down, face red all angry but also so sensitive. The two of them are MONSTERS but they are also my babies. Arriving home and opening the door to find Rindou in the corner and Ran fucking his fist, my bed sheets a mess and all my stuffed animals are on the floor or in the nest. Immediately shutting the door and locking it behind you. I can see Ran but not Rindou at first and My face is flushed as I glare at Ran who’s stroking himself. “Where’s your brother?” I snap a bit before looking around the room, eventually finding him in the corner, hiding . Frowning and approaching him, “Come here, kitty. It’s okay.” Cooing softly to him and coaxing him over to you, scratching his ears as he whines and ruts against the floor slightly. I start scolding Ran for abusing his poor baby brother, rubbing Rindous ears and earning a glare and a scoff from Ran.

Of course Ran started going through heat first a bit ago and a Rindou hated it. That’s when him and Rindou really began to argue a lot.. Rindou was disgusted but ran was in ALOT of pain. He thinks I’m his universe, most hybrids get meds for their heat but I lied to my parents about their meds which I trashed. Meds are usually supposed to stop them from doing something like Ran did which was kind of con noncon. I was trying to comfort him like usual and he usually gets angry at me when I do, but this time he grabbed me and pulled me into him.

He gets so needy, ran rubbing his face into your neck and his hot breath on your skin as he pulls you close. Flipping your skirt and pushing your panties to the side. He’s nipping your neck and down your back and bites your cheek before plunging himself in. Rin to the side whining because his brother is being so rough but he crawls to you to help and comfort you.

at first I tell Ran to stop, calling him bad. But he doesn’t stop so I just whine and wrap my arms around Rindou as Ran sinks inside me. I think they talk but since they are hybrids, they don’t talk very often and have a hard time keeping up a whole conversation. Ran grumbles out the words, “Mine.” Somewhere in the mess. They also kiss but again not to often. Burying my face in Rindous neck as Ran continues to fuck into me, crying softly. And Ran isn’t heartless as we’ve seen in the manga. He feels bad afterwards and is disgusted with his own behavior. He’s embaressed and whispers apologies into my ear, burying his face in my neck. Still inside me.

My family always says Rindous bad cause of his anger problems and they gush about how good Ran is. But I tell them their wrong and it’s the opposite and they don’t believe me. They don’t see how ran tugs my hair sometimes and ignores me when I call him sometimes. Refuses to get up and beats Rindou up from time to time. Rindous my sweetheart even if he has anger problems.

Ran gets rewarded by your family with treats and collars and toys and because they think rin’s naughty they don’t pay much kind to him but he clings to you and you buy him gifts and treat him to rewards.

Ran and Rin nap on the couch together sometimes, ran comes into the living room and finds him sleeping and then slips onto it with him and falls sleep. Ran wanders around the house and Rin follows him boredly if he’s in a good mood.

My little babies 😭they are a handle full and I really shouldn’t be the one who takes care of them. But my parents didn’t want me to be alone since I’m a single child. But they let me take care of them, letting them cuddle up in bed with me all through my child hood, feeding them myself and being their life line. And since I decided not to give them pills as well cause it usually drops the happiness of hybrids even though their heats are bad, they are very different from normal hybrids.

They are absolutely OBSSESED with me and very territorial, I’m embarrassed and basically tell no one except my close friends that they aren’t medicated and use me for their heat. Which isn’t unheard of but a lot of people are against the idea since hybrids aren’t as communicative as humans or they just don’t agree with the two species mingling like that. They tear things up and the power hierarchy in our relationship shifted dramatically from when I was young Don’t get me wrong, they’ve always been evil little things. They would both bully me affectionately when they were young but I still adored them and played with them. I became their person. But as we got older. Ran became more manipulative and grew into his height and strength while Rindous anger issues didn’t go away and he became more clingy to me. I should have taught them boundaries but I didn’t know better and I loved them so much, so now we are all three kind of attached to each other.

I come home from a long day at work and Rindous immediately near the front door, leaning on the wall. He doesn’t straight up ask for affection unless he’s in heat but I’ve grown to learn just when he wants affection or is wanting me. I smile and slide my shoes off before wrapping my arms around him and scratching his ears. “Hay buddy, how was your day?” Kissing his face and lacing my fingers into his hair to lightly massage his scalp.

He wants to pout because he hates when you leave for work but the kisses and attention makes his angry facade melt and he leans into every touch and licks and rubs back affectionately. His hands pulling you close and purring loudly.

The licks are always so cute but sometimes overwhelming. They lick your cheeks, neck, jaw, wrists, shoulder and even your lips and mouth if they can. Especially Ran. Rindous my little baby. Literally always, even when he’s angry. “My sweet kitty. Miss you too.” Letting him pull me closer and letting him lick me, giving his lips a peck. “Where’s your brother? Whatd he do today?” Lowkey always worried Ran has been up to something.

rin’s ears flatten and his tail flicks when you mention ran and he huffs. “Hogging your bed”

He’s so cute. Smiling slightly and running my fingers through his hair. “I got you something. I stopped at the store next to my work, that’s why I’m late.” Unzipping my bag and pulling out a mint green collar and some snacks he likes in particular that are healthy for hybrids.

He obediently lifts his head up and exposes his neck to you so you can remove his collar and put on the new one. He purrs and looks at you fondly.

WHAT A CUTIE. Taking his other collar off and putting the new one on him, fixing it and smiling, cupping his face a bit. “You’re such a pretty boy. You’re even purring, so cute.” Teasing him and reaching for his tail.

HYBRID SANZU

wh at if he’s a friend of ran and Rindous Who lives down the road and his owners are rich and always away so he comes over. Sanzu’s owners also tried to make him as literate as possible so he’s better at speaking then Rin and ran and he wears a loose collar but they def have him on meds so he doesn’t experience heat.

He hates his owners because they are never around And are kind of mean to him. So it took him awhile to even wanna go near me, avoiding humans because of how his owners treat him. He would say some pretty mean things to me, snarling something under his breathe. He still doesn’t speak much but he knows many more words than the others. It takes him awhile to warm up to me but once he does and I buy him little things cause his owners don’t and start treating him sweet, he quickly makes a habit of coming to my house all the time. Especially when his owners are away. He’s horrible though. He steals stuff from my room and from Rindou. Bites. Bullies Rindou and me. Fights with Ran. Has a horrible habit of tugging the other tails. But he still comes over because he is slowly becoming attached to me, preferring our house over his own. My family hates him. They’ve had like two run ins with him and called him horrible things. Because he is horrible 💀 but I was quick to defend him. Because I’ve also slowly begun taking care of him more then his family does. Which annoys the fuck out of my parents who tell me they can’t afford a third hybrid. And I need to stop feeding him.

Now Sanzu comes over even when his owners are home. He really doesn’t care. He makes fun of ran and Rindou for wearing all the stuff I buy them and being so reliant on me, but ran teases him for being on meds and needing to beg for food from me. Sanzu might be medicated but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t wanna rub up to me every once in awhile now that he’s made me his person. It’s a lot having three of them. Even if one doesn’t fully live with us. Ran and Sanzu fight ALOT due to territory issues and they both pick on Rindou even if he is tough himself. I have to keep Rindou safe and loved, give Ran his attention and such while also putting up with Sanzu and giving him affection when he decides he wants it. My beds huge BUT NOT THAT HUGE. Sanzu just says he’ll kick Rindou out of my bed and I scold him, holding Rindou who IS NOT happy with that implication since him and ran consider my bed their nest since I sleep there, throw my clothes on it, all that.

Sanzu and Ran arguing in my room about whatever they argue about whike I cuddle in bed with Rindou. His tail swaying softly and brushing against my leg, purring quietly as i stay curled up in his chest, kissing his face and lips. Letting him lick me.

Ran rolls his eyes at Sanzu as their argument ends, ears flicking in annoyance before looking at me and Rindou and smirking. Climbing into the bed, “My turn.” He hovers over me and Rindou who immediately glares at Ran. Rin is like a lap kitty and while ran and Sanzu fights he wants to curl up in your lap and you in his and he’s just content being there and purring. He holds on tighter when ran comes to take you.

Brushing hair out of Rindous face before looking up at Ran, a little bit anxious. I love Ran but he hurts Rindou a lot when it comes to me. Ran sneers and gives Rindou a really dark look.

“Hay, no fighting. It’s okay…”, Rindous holding me and our legs are interlaced so I’m kind of straddling one of his thighs. “Ran we cuddled earlier, remember?“

“Besides Rindous gonna be going into heat soon, yours just ended.”

Ran growls but leans down and starts licking my cheek. I sigh softly and lift a hand up to rub his ear, earning a small purr from him and his tail slowly stops flicking back and forth. “My pretty boys, why do you have to stress me out so much?”

Sanzus tail flicks, not enjoying the lack of attention he’s getting. “What about me?” He snaps, climbing onto the bed. I look down at him with softly eyes, hand leaving Ran to reach for him. “You’re one of my pretty boys. “ Sanzu mumbles under his breathe but lays on the end of the bed while Ran cuddles up behind me.

#tokyo revengers #fanfiction #sanzu #ran haitani #Rindou #Rindou Haitani #tokyorevengers #Tokyo Revenger smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #ran x reader #haitani rindou x reader #sanzu x reader #hybrid

[dovabunny]

Angsty Ghostsoap Idea of the day - Here all along

Soap met Simon when the man was on leave. Beautiful, mysterious Simon had walked past Soap's coffee shop a few times, before he mustered the courage to come in.

Meanwhile, thinking the huge man must've been stalking or creeping on one of his pretty female clients, Soap had stomped out to confront the man- only for the man to awkwardly apologize and ask him to dinner. The twist gave Soap such whiplash he...

... said without realizing what was happening.

For three blissful years Simon would come home to him every chance he got, sometimes even just for 3 days between missions.

He told him things he legally was not allowed to, but Soap was his 'home' - a place where he was just Simon, not Ghost or a soldier or a killer or a victim. A man who loved with his whole heart and wanted no secrets between them. Something neither of them had ever had.

They cooked together, Simon talked him into getting a dog named Riley, they made future plans and talked about him retiring.

Then Simon comes home from a bad mission. He was put on medical leave for wounds that were not all physical but refused to talk about what had happened- what had rattled him so. He wasn't himself - cold, blunt, quick to anger, and distant in a way Soap's never seen him in their years together.

Then Simon finds the rings Soap had been hiding.

Simon had been impatiently digging through his art supplies looking for tape when he found the box.

When Soap came home from work it was to Simon sitting in the dark, the box on the table.

His home had never felt as cold as when Simon's voice demanded "what's this."

Soap fucked up, but he wasn't even sure how. He stuttered something about where did he find it when he noticed there was a pile of his sketches too - torn out of his journals, clearly not too gently. All the ones of Simon's face.

"You KNOW why I can't show my face! You KNOW how I feel about this! I refuse to take photos with you so you do this???" He tosses the sketches across the table.

"They're all I have of you when you're gone so long! I didn't-"

"And the rings!? You ALSO know how my parents' marriage went so why the fuck did you think I'd want that? Or did that just not matter either?"

Soap stares, the tension that had been on Simon's shoulders since he arrived a few days ago now turned on him. Soap swallows hard. He had never for even a second felt scared of Soap. But he saw it now... Saw 'Ghost' overtake Simon.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'll burn the sketches and get rid of the rings. I'm sorry, baby. Let's just forget this?" He tries to step forward.

"This was a mistake..." Simon whispers and it feels like a knife to the gut.

"...Si, love, what are you?"

"I said this was a mistake."

Simon gets to his feet and it's then that Soap spots the packed bag. Si throws it over his shoulder as he makes for the door.

"Simon, no! Baby, please - I'm sorry! Please, don't leave like this!" He reaches for him but Si shrugs him off and doesn't slow down.

His world collapses as the door closes behind the man he had given his heart, soul, and future to.

Simon doesn't return his calls or texts. Texts apologizing, begging, texts angry and hurt, texts reminding him he's loved and he has a home here whenever he's ready.

Then the number is disconnected.

Then he gets a letter in the mail that ends with "Our deepest condolences" and a pair of dog tags.

Five years later. Soap has tried to move on, but just couldn't. He still has the rings. Wishes he kept at least one sketch. His shop does well, Riley is getting old, and so is Soap. He keeps busy, and sketches less. Even after all this time when he puts pencil to paper his hand wants to draw Simon.

Then torn, crumpled pages on the floor with boot prints on them flash in his mind and he puts the pencil back down.

This morning he sat in his little kitchen and pages through the local paper when he feels his blood run cold.

Last week's festival was the highlight of the moment, the newspaper covered in photos taken at the event. But in the background of one looms a painfully familiar figure.

Soap grabs his phone and rings the paper. "Photo three, page two- at the fountain - when was that taken?!" The journalist is baffled - all of them last week.

That can't be. It can't be! But he knows that figure, those shoulders, those curls. he's in the shadows but outlined, angled towards where Soap's little trailer stand was.

Soap pulls the dog tags out of his shirt - always around his neck all this time. Is Simon.. alive?

And...near?

Soap looks at the shadows all the way to work, peeking around all day to try to spot a man that shouldn't be there - convincing himself he isn't crazy.

At closing time he had enough. He prints a page and sticks it to the door when he locks up.

"Si, if you're reading this grow a pair and come home."

Later that night there's a knock at the door. A familiar tall man, new scars and silver creeping into blind curls, but just as beautiful as he remembers. Unsteady hands hold a bouquet of his favorite flowers.

"Is this still home?" He asks

"Ours. Always." Soap smiles through the tears.

#simon had a bad mission and had to relive some bad memories #the only way he could get out of the military was Laswell and price letting 'ghost' die so Simon couls retire #but a day hadn't passed that he didnt regret leaving Soap like that #but he still hated himself for dragging soap into his twisted life and putting him at risk just for loving a dangerous man like ghost #he was planning to just lurk and watch over soap #soapghost #ghostsoap #johnny soap mactavish #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish

[caitlynskitten]

A continuation of my previous ask where Wednesday is in detention and loses her raven plushie. Enjoy!

A simple three-beat knock sounded on the dorm room door, signaling the patiently waiting principal’s presence outside. When the raven opens the door, she tenses at the sight of the six-foot shapeshifter standing in front of her. “Wednesday. Please, don’t be frightened, I’m not here for any sort of trouble. I’m actually here to apologize, may I come in?” It takes a minute, but eventually, Wednesday moves to the side, opening the door enough for Weems to enter. Looking around the room, Weems gestures to Wednesday’s bed, asking for permission to sit and is granted it quickly. “You’ve livened up your side of the room! It’s… brighter than I remember it being last I checked in.”

”Miss Weems,” Wednesday interrupts with her voice as flat as she can manage these days, “You said you were here to apologize, I didn’t allow you inside to discuss decor.”

"Right, of course," the principal smiles awkwardly before continuing with a sigh, “I do, in fact, want to apologize for my behavior earlier this week. It was unprofessional at best and completely unacceptable for a principal of such a prestigious school as Nevermore. I would list off excuses of how I was unaware but they would be just that, excuses. The fact of the matter is that I made one of my students feel unsafe on school grounds. And I aim to take responsibility for this mistake. I understand very well now to not separate you from your belongings, especially that stuffed animal of yours, Raven, correct? I’ve also alerted the entire staff, only to not touch your belongings, I gave no specifics for your privacy. So hopefully you shall have no issues like this previous instance again.”

Wednesday stares at the shapeshifter for a long moment, though the venom usually present in her gaze is no longer there, and Weems notices, now with the understanding of Wednesday’s stranger than usual behavior. Eventually, Wednesday responds, “I accept your apology, Miss Weems, and I appreciate you going out of your way to ensure my comfort while on campus."

”Of course, Miss Addams. And if anyone, and I mean anyone bothers you in any way, just let me know and I will have them straightened out for you.”

With that, an almost comfortable silence settles over the two women, until Weems softly pats the space on the bed beside her, “Wednesday please, sit down? I’d like to talk.” After a short hesitation, Wednesday complies and Larissa continues, “So if my understanding of the… incident earlier this week, specifically what happened afterward, is correct, then I assume that you are in a relationship with Yoko and Enid, yes?”

The raven bristles for a moment, “Is there an issue with that?”

Though the blonde was quick to correct, “Oh gods no, not at all! Nevermore is a place of acceptance for all walks of life and I am certainly the last person who will make any judgments about anyone’s dating preferences. No, I simply am curious. I’ve noticed a change in you, Wednesday. You seem… happier. I’ve seen it whenever I see you around campus, though I wasn’t sure of what exactly changed before your girlfriends… paid me a visit, so to speak. They gave me quite a lot to think about, to say the least.” Larissa chuckles nervously remembering the confrontation with the vampire and wolf. She was already aware of the dangers of crossing the mates of werewolves and vampires, but Yoko and Enid showed a fire in her office that Larissa hasn’t been able to purge from her nightmares since.

Perhaps it’s the effect of a vampire and a werewolf sharing the same mate, though it certainly isn’t helped that the mate in question is an Addams. Certainly a recipe for a lot of migraines on Larissa’s part for the rest of their tenure at Nevermore. “In the end, Wednesday, I’m happy for you and endlessly proud. You’ve grown quite a lot during your time here and I’m honored to have been given a chance to oversee that growth. And as for you, Yoko, and Enid, well… quite honestly, you three are perfect for each other and I for one cannot wait to see the terror you inflict upon the world once you all graduate. I mean it, Wednesday, I am so proud of you.”

Wednesday fidgets for a moment, her body slightly tense, before she launches herself into her principal, wrapping her arms tightly around the shapeshifter, taking her by surprise. Larissa’s mind takes a minute to restart before she wraps her own arms around the tiny seer, smiling softly as she hears a mumbled “Thank you, Miss Weems” before Wednesday detaches herself and looks back up at Larissa, “Tell a single soul about this and I will-”

”Drop me inside a vat of boiling acid? Yes, yes, I’m aware. Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me,” Larissa interrupts softly, standing up and moving to exit the dorm, “This was a nice talk, Miss Addams, and I appreciate you allowing me to apologize properly. I’ll see you next detention.”

End <3

After a few hours of sleep, I am still obsessed with these three

Okay but why did this make me choke up rjwkfkrodfjf 😭😭😭😭I was not expecting a moment like this with Weems and Wednesday this is actually really heartearming. Having Weems not only understanding the relationship but supporting it if it means making the Addams really happy. BABE WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME CRY ON A TUESDAY MORNING EKDNFWKDJENFKFKF

This is officially the cutest Wednesday and Weems moment I’ve read. Ugh I just know that Larissa talks to Morticia and tells her how happy she is to see Wednesday in a relationship. Omg and after Larissa tells her how the ravens girlfriends tore her a new one, Morticia would feel so proud of her daughter and her partners. Oh my god I am OBSESSED.

#asks #rachelsfav queer #wednesday #wednesday addams #wenclair #enid sinclair #the addams family #morticia addams #larissa weems #vampravenwolf #wednesday series

[avvail-whumps]

Hi!

I loved your latest chps of guns of hire. Can you write something in Roy's Pov? Especially what happened between chp 21 and 22. Kind of like what was his reaction and what his did/say to others. Even if it's in Joey's Pov or omniscient . I just want to know what was going on when Leo passed out.

Also I'm comparatively new to tumblr so idk much stuff. If any mistake happened from my side. I truly apologize. 🙂

When Leo sagged unceremoniously in his embrace, Roy felt a twinge of something, akin to annoyance, worm it’s way into his chest. He could feel his blood soaking into his gloved hand, trembling body losing all of its strength, and got to work lowering him down onto the ground.

Leo went down like a rag doll, his legs curled awkwardly under him and his body twisted into Roy’s chest.

The mercenary hummed, keeping him close as he stared at the matted blond hair under his chin, having almost lost the golden colour it had when he’d first saw him. He brushed it back, eyeing the damp sweat on his clammy forehead, breathing thin and ragged.

He was skin and bones now.

The contract had been a slow five week tale that Roy wasn’t pleased with at all. He’d wanted to put a bullet between his clients eyes simply for his arrogant attitude, and the fact that he’d attempted to weasel his way out of the initial fifty now, fifty after agreement.

Roy didn’t have it in him to deal with people like that. He didn’t think he’d ever had it in him to deal with people to begin with. Most were just money to him anyway. Maybe that was the nature of being a contract killer, but he didn’t care.

His little lion, on the other hand.

That had woven into a completely different story before he could even realise. The distinctive urge to have something, someone, all to himself for his gain and pleasure. The notion that people were little money bags with value by their head didn’t seem to resonate for Leo.

Roy hadn’t intended to keep him alive to begin with.

What had been the point? The secretary was never meant to be in that building to begin with — his client had wanted Jacob dead, and Roy planned efficiently to make that happen. His contracts weren’t meant to go awry, but the unpredictability always got his adrenaline going.

That terrified, tear filled look on his face when he’d walked out of the office had burned itself into his mind. His little pleading voice and the way he’d hesitantly obey when he was asked. Some people were a pretty picture when they had a gun to their head. The secretary had been no exception.

He knew it would have been easy to extract any information he needed out of him when he was securing him tightly to the chair in the basement. It frustrated him a little to have to put in some extra work that was above what he was payed, but he finished his contract regardless. Leo was a loose end he just needed to tie up, and he’d been wanting to use his brass knuckles for a while.

Blow off some steam, maybe.

It was a little surprising that Leo had actually been innocent. A bonified “wrong place wrong time”. Roy had shrugged and stored the information away without a second thought.

Oh well. The secretary had seen his face.

The gun was looped securely in his belt as he assured him his story checked out, deciding that he could at least give him a merciful death. Tell him to close his eyes, watch him shiver in anticipation when he pressed the barrel in between his eyes. He might have made a little desperate noise when he realised, but Roy would have been ready to pull the trigger before it could get any further than that.

But then Leo had looked up at him with something like hope in his eyes. Glimmering through the surface, just barely, like a dim fire ready to chew on more fuel. What was it he’d said again?—will you let me go?

It was then he got this thrill. A thrill straight down his spine, adrenaline sparking in his very veins. So he decided to keep him.

There was something about Leo that kept that distinctive thrill going; maybe it was truly because he was pretty when he was in pain, or maybe it was because Roy liked the idea of having something belong to him. Something that was his, and his alone, to make and break. He wanted Leo to know that too. He wanted him to believe it.

The door creaking open jolted him out of his thoughts. He craned his head round to see Joey standing in the doorway. For a man who barely reacted emotionally on his face, he could see the way his eyes widened slightly at the sight of Rafi’s mangled corpse on the ground, and Leo’s rapidly deteriorating condition.

Joey looked almost stunned into silence. “Roy, he’s...” Shuffling of feet became more apparent as the other two joined the scene. Roy ignored them, only interested in his lion. He gently scooped him up, setting him down on the bed.

“What the fuck?” Bran snapped, his jaw clenched and his eyes wide in shock. He was staring at Rafi’s body. Sean, the bearded man, looked distant, but his eyes had hardened inexplicably. “What the fuck, Roy? You fucking killed him.”

The mercenary scoffed lightly under his breath. “He deserved it.”

“He de—” Bran stopped abruptly, raking his hands through his hair. He laughed bitterly, but Roy simply got to work stripping Leo of his shirt, and tossing a silent glance to Joey and Sean. Joey was less hesitant to help than Sean, but regardless, the message was clear.

He dies, and you’re next.

“You psychotic piece of shit,” Bran snarled, anger bubbling over. “Do you think you fucking own us like you do that pathetic thing? That we have to bend to your every will?”

Roy raised a brow. He didn’t bother turning around to face him when he spoke.

“Rafi broke the one rule I gave you all,” he muttered, unable to fight the urge to stroke his finger in the crease of Leo’s brow. He was frowning hard in his state of unconsciousness, grimacing, chest rising and falling with little wheezing puffs of air.

“He ain’t fucking dead, is he?” Bran shouted angrily, hand waving through the air. Joey was fixing up an IV for him, and Sean was standing between them, eyes flickering over to Roy in discontent.

“He’s right,” he grumbled. “Rafi might have taken things too far, but he didn’t kill him.”

Bran was fuming. Practically steaming from the nose. When Roy ignored the comment and continued to admire the pained face on his lion’s features, he blew up.

“For years, we stuck our fuckin’ necks out for you,” Bran snarled, his voice spitting venom. His eyes had flared in a fiery rage. “Rafi too. And that’s how you’re gonna fucking repay us? Repay him? You’re a fucking joke.”

Roy hummed, his lips curving into a small smile. Seeing Rafi ontop of Leo upon entering the room had made him act somewhat irrationally. It had been a split second, a moment of seeing the dying struggles and convulsing body (the one that belonged to him, and only to him), and the gun was in his hand before he had a chance to stop and think.

Even if he had, the conclusion would have been the same. Rafi with a bullet in his head. Maybe it was the possessive urge to keep other people’s hand off of him. Because he’d kept Leo for himself, and no one else.

Roy gave Leo one last glance over, before rising to his feet. He turned and met Bran’s fuming gaze with a cold one of his own.

“Do you want to be next?”

Bran bristled venomously. “Fuck you.”

“Do you think that means anything?” He cut off, his eyes narrowed. “The fact that you took pity on me when I was sixteen? Do you think that makes us friends, Bran? Because I couldn’t care.”

“Of course you fucking don’t,” Bran scoffed. He was shaking his head, fists clenching and shaking. Roy’s gaze didn’t let up. “I’m out of here by the end of the week. I’m done.”

The big man surged out of the door, and with a darkened glare, Roy settled his gaze on the remaining two. “Anyone else?”

Joey looked away, and Sean had his hardened eyes pinned elsewhere. Roy made a huffing sound, and shook his head from side to side in disbelief. He ran a hand through his hair, and decided to go get some fresh air to clear his thoughts.

The violin he had brought with him was still standing against the wall by the front door. It brought a small smile to his face.

. . .

When he returned back to Leo’s room, he noticed that Rafi’s body was gone. The blood had been mopped and cleaned away, including the beer can and spillage that must have happened during his struggles.

His eyes instantly darted to the bed, where Leo was sleeping away soundly, covers tucked up to his chest. Joey and Sean had treated all his wounds as much as they could, wrapping his ribs and changing old bandages for newer ones.

His hair was still slightly damp, but all the dirt and grime had been washed out.

Roy sat on the edge of the bed, gently tangling his fingers through it. He looked calmer like this. No crease in his brow, no grimace on his face. Roy had missed his little lion while he was away.

A soft keening sound hummed in Leo’s throat, and Roy watched as his eyes dazily flickered open. They were unfocused and hazy, barely able to pry themselves open. Roy felt him stir, and his hand gently carded through his hair.

Leo clumsily looked around for him. “Roy?”

His lips twitched. “I’m here, lion.”

Weak fingers fumbled for his shirt. He shifted a little closer, watching wordlessly as the secretary’s breath quickened, and he weakly tried drawing himself closer.

“Roy...” He whimpered, choking on a tearless sob. “Please, please. Please, don’t go.”

He hummed, his eyes shimmering. He had missed this. As much as he enjoyed when Leo would have a little bit of fire lit up inside of him, the thrill always intensified when he was like this. Clinging onto him, refusing to let go. Begging for him to stay; the way he was so eager to obey him sometimes. Roy was confident that Leo didn’t even realise just how adorable he was at times.

He always reacted so nicely to his touch, leaning into it keenly without even realising, knowing he would only ever get this from him. The thrill surged.

Roy leaned down, gently cradling him into his chest. His lion kept mumbling and murmuring in that soft, broken voice of his, shaking and trembling like a leaf in the wind. He was hardly conscious, but maybe that was what made it so exciting.

“Please don’t leave me...” He whispered, his voice cracking. “Please...”

Roy’s lip twitched into a smirk. “I’m here, lion.”

Leo whined softly. “Don’t go...”

He was dragged back into unconsciousness not a moment later, and Roy gently eased him onto his back once more. He tugged the blanket and duvet over him, stroking the hair from his face with feather light touches.

As his thumb softly stroked the scarred initial on the inside of his wrist, Roy quietly thought to himself, yeah, I’m glad I didn’t kill him.

#guns for hire special #leo and roy request #whump #whump series #whump tropes #whump fic #whump scenario #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #whumper #whumpee #leo and roy #multiple whumpers #writing #my writing #ask #guns for hire requests #avvail whumps

[auratusaria]

Prompt No. 8

"So... You're Civilian? Hero's lookalike?" Villain asked slowly, tilting their head as they stared at the small figure sitting hunched over on the table.

Civilian sighed, their head drooping even more. It wasn't the first time they'd been mistaken for Hero and fortunately, getting shrunken was the least crazy thing to happen to them. "Yes..."

It's been the 3rd time this week, ever since Hero's mask was torn off by Supervillain, everyone would look at Civilian as if they were Hero or ask if they're related. Usually, being the lookalike of a bigshot celebrity means having fun and awkward encounters of people mistaking you for them. Excpet being the lookalike of a hero is far from fun when nearly every criminal in the city is after them.

"Is that so..." Villain huffed, shrugging as they turned their back on Civilian, "I can't believe I made such a mistake. My apologies, allow me to just find my resetter."

"Yeah, yeah, I know you'll be using me as hostage so can you make the ropes-- Wait huh?" Civilian raised their head with wide eyes.

Villain glanced at them with a quirked eyebrow, "Why would I make you a hostage?"

The heat was slowly rushing to Civilian's face, their eyes darting everywhere, "I-isn't that what you do? Take people hostage as leverage?"

The criminal went back to searching their drawers, "Mhm, that is true. But I have better ways of luring Hero, there would be no need for a hostage."

"I-is that so..."

"And besides, I have standards." The criminal pulled a fancy looking device from one of the drawers with a smirk, turning to Civilian, they winked at them before pointing it in front of them. "And you, my dear, has met nearly all of it."

Civilian's face turned a bright red, they looked down again, using one hand to casually hide their face while trying to seem as unaffected and composed as possible, "a-ahem... And, what else could I possibly be not meeting?"

Civilian looked at the criminal, trying to maintain eye contact, to appear confident. Though they immediately faltered when they saw such a dangerous gleam in their eyes.

"Size." And with that, the criminal pressed a button on the device which shot a bright beam at Civilian, in a blink of an eye, they were back to normal and awkwardly sat on the rather small table.

It looked like a large table when they were shrunken but now they can barely fit on its top. Just as Civilian was about to jump down, Villain offered their hand to them, guiding them down the table.

"Let's meet soon, shall we?" Before Civilian was able to answer, the criminal teleported them away, back to the place where they were first taken. A crumpled paper was in their hand with what they assume to be Villain's number.

#hero x villain #villain x civilian #civilian x villain #heroes and villains #writeblr #my writing #prompt #story prompt #writblr #long prompt #another long prompt

[whittakerjodie]

Forced to Watch (A belated Febuwhump Post) 13th Doctor X Reader

A/N: So sorry for not posting I fell out of love with writing fiction a little bit but I miss it! Also this is from febuwhump 2022... meant to post it this year then I forgot... awkward moments. whoops. I don't really like this one but it's got some good lines!

Warnings: implied violence, direct references to violence, etc.

Word Count: 2.5k

The silence moving through the air of the cage was deafening. Between it all, left unsaid, was a blame that could not be placed on either of you. But attempts were certainly being made, at least in your own head. It was you that had gotten the two of you into this mess. It was your stubbornness that had put a target on your heads in the first place, your misspoken words that had labeled you and the Doctor as traitors to the crown, as spies. All because you wanted to see more, wanted the adventure to go perfectly, your way, for once. 

After all, the Doctor had let you choose your destination. This time, you thought, you could be like her. You could pull her through the unknown, show her new and exciting things. Instead, you had landed the two of you in a cage, waiting to face an unknown danger. Danger wasn’t unknown to you as the Doctor’s companion. But it was different when it was your fault, when it was more than just an occupational hazard. When it was avoidable. 

You certainly felt like avoiding everything right now. The Doctor didn’t seem to mind the situation, peering around the empty abyss your cage hung in for clues or escape routes. Perhaps if you apologized once more, ignoring what she said about not having to, it would be enough to prove you were really sorry. 

“Don’t apologize again,” The Doctor said softly. “You really don’t have to. Besides, it’s not all that bad. Remember when we were stuck in-” 

She was cut off with a small yelp as the cage was tugged upward, violently so. She tried to steady herself on the bars of the cage. However, just as she made her attempt, the cage was tugged again and the force of it sent her across the cage and on top of you with a loud thud. You tried to gasp, but the air was knocked out of you at the same time. Your own body moved awkwardly as you were pulled upward, pushed against the bars. The Doctor tried to steady the two of you, only succeeding in crushing your chest tighter. 

“Looks like we’re getting out of the cage at least '' You winced as the alternative came into view; the Qupaci were rather hideous, both in personality and appearance. The majority of their faces were covered by the large tusks protruding from their mouths, from which putrid green saliva dripped. The Prince of the Qupaci, sharing these traits, surprisingly hadn’t caught your eye on the dance floor, where you and the Doctor had been so innocently dancing and talking several hours earlier. Your attention completely captured by the timelords dashing black suit, you hadn’t noticed him make his way onto the floor and towards another alien dancing near the two of you. 

You hadn’t realized the words you shared could be seen as conspiratory either. Big mistake. 

The Prince was at the back of the crowd that greeted you, watching as the cage reached the top of it hung from. Through the wrinkles and boils covering his face, you could make out his smug expression even from some distance. It stayed in your mind, the image twisting and curdling with the contents of your stomach. 

“Right, I think it’s time we talk '' The Doctor said sternly. You looked at her, eyes wide. The Qupaci guards had already drawn quite a few weapons. You weren’t sure it was time to talk just yet. The Prince and his guards laughed, and he made his way towards the pair of you. 

“My council deals with many issues these days, with tensions being so high. There is a lot of stress. But there are ways to relieve that stress as well” His lip curled around one of his fangs as he spoke, turning into a smirk. His eyes flitted to one of his ‘council’ members next to him, who was holding a rather rusty looking knife. You winced. 

“Crosswords?” The Doctor said sarcastically. She stood, prying herself off of you and wrapped her hands around the bars of the cage, sneering at the Prince. “Best not to threaten me.” 

“I promise you, Doctor, there is no threat. Or, at least…” The Prince turned to his guard and shouted: “Not an empty one!” They all cheered, one grabbing the cage and pulling it onto solid ground. The Doctor did not budge, supported by the cage. You, however, had been trying to pull yourself up and were rudely thrust back to the floor of the cage. Cheeks burning in humiliation, you quickly stumbled to your feet- eyes meeting the Princes. 

“This one,” he growled. 

“I don’t think so” The Doctor hissed in response, doing nothing to slow your quickening heart rate. You had been chosen. But for what? 

“Andraxi will have fun with them,” One of the guards said through their slobber. “I wonder which tools he’ll choose.” 

“You’re not laying a finger on them” the Doctor said louder, voice echoing throughout the cave. 

“Do you know what the Qupaci do to traitors?” Another guard asked, his S dragging on teasingly. You winced. Clearly whatever they had in store wasn’t great. You stared at the back of the Doctor’s head, as if you could somehow read the thoughts occurring inside of it. What sort of plan was she dreaming up? Hopefully there was one in the first place. 

“We’re not traitors” You said, trying to keep your voice steady. 

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“Coward might be a better word,” The Doctor snarled. As soon as the words left her mouth, you witnessed something more rare than the birth of a star- a look of pure regret crossed the timelord's face. After all, the words had inspired several more of the aliens to step closer, drawing their weapons, staring at you with intent. 

“You, then?” The Prince said coldly. He had squared his shoulders, trying to brush off what the Doctor had said. 

“No!” You shouted, having successfully gotten to your feet and to the Doctor’s side. She looked at you, alarmed, and shook her head. 

“Yes, me, then. Can’t say I won’t make it a challenge for you.” Her eyes were narrowed, scanning the Prince’s for any other cracks to pry open before he managed to even begin whatever sick plan was in place. 

“No,” You insisted. Her narrow eyes focused on you, not losing any intensity. She wasn’t just warning the Prince, now. “I got us into this mess.” 

You lowered your voice. “Besides, you’re the one who can get us out of it.” 

“I’m also the only one with regenerative ability. Get. Back.” You followed her order out of surprise, physically jumping back, and instantly regretted it. Your chance at an upper hand was lost immediately. Forfeited by your own instinctive dedication. 

“Doctor please,” You whispered. “Just because you can heal.. Doesn’t mean you should have to. Please” 

“What should I do then, let you suffer?” You held each other’s gazes for a brief moment, waiting for the other to give in. 

In the back of your mind you registered the door to the cage opening, but its implications did not fully hit you until scaly arms were dragging the Doctor away from you, another pair shoving you roughly down to the floor. You scrambled up to the door just as it slammed shut, a metallic ring filling your ears as you yelled for the guards to bring her back. The Doctor avoided your gaze as they pulled her out of sight, eyes fixated on the Prince.

He turned to you and chuckled. Reaching through the bars, one of his fingers- no, claws- brushed away a tear, mocking the comfort you should be receiving from the Doctor. You pushed his hand away, and he grasped your shirt instead, pulling you against the bars as tightly as he could. So tightly that it was a wonder the metal didn’t bend to your form. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll have your turn before the night is over.” 

_____

The next half an hour was a blur. Firstly, you were slowly lowered back down into the abyss below, left to hang alone. There was nothing you could do. Any attempt to move the cage simply caused it to rock and sway from side to side, your stomach moving twice as fast than it. Desperate for something to happen, you laid your head against one of the bars, trying to extend your ears. Waiting for a noise; the sound of the Doctor’s footsteps, preferably. A reassuring comment, or perhaps the buzz of the sonic. Those were the sounds you wished for, too scared to think of the possibility that you might hear a shriek or scream instead. 

The Qupaci were not merciful enough to only allow you the ability to hear them. The cage began to lower further, and you gripped the bars tightly to steady your bones. When you and the Doctor had been captured, the cage had never strayed lower than where you had been seconds ago. What awaited you at the bottom? 

There was a loud rumbling, and the darkness started to part in the middle. A door was opening below you. Whatever awaited you was approaching fast. You gripped the bars tighter as the cage picked up speed, as if the rope that held it was running out, falling with you. Sure enough you began to simply fall, until you landed on the floor with a thud. Your body rose and fell against the bottom of the cage, making you groan in pain. 

“Y/n!” The Doctor’s concerned voice. Exactly what you needed to hear right now. Just… not in the way it was delivered. When you looked to where her voice was coming from, propped up on your elbows and eyebrows drawn together in focus, your heart fell. 

The crowd of guards had parted enough to give you the full view that you wished you didn’t have. The Doctor was strapped to a long, metallic table, her bonds attached to her ankles and each hand, which were spread and raised above her head. They were red, betraying whatever small movements the Doctor would’ve likely been trying to use to escape. 

“Are you-” 

“Enough!” The Prince yelled. You rushed towards the end of the cage with a distressed yell. 

“Let her go!” 

The guards and the Prince paid you no mind. The very few that did only offered you a sinister chuckle. They were all stationed at the front, surrounding the Doctor’s bound form. Their cloaks were different from the others. The Prince’s council, you determined. The ones who so desperately needed to resolve the stress they experienced. You gulped as they reached into their pockets and yelled again. The Doctor stared down at the various tools and her gaze hardened. Your heart tore as you realized she was trying to brace herself for what was to come; trying to brace herself for you. 

The next few hours were a blur, existing in a special purgatory within your memory. One second, it seemed as though your brain were erasing each minute entirely, getting rid of every piece that was too hard for you to bear. The next, it seemed as though each of those pieces were receiving their own horribly intense spotlight, each movement, each slice or scratch or hit echoing through your bones and soul. Every single one of the Doctor’s yells and groans, uttered through grit teeth and eyes shut tightly. 

Looking at the Doctor now, it was as if your brain was conjuring it all up. You wished that was the reality. The golden glow of regeneration energy had been flowing throughout the room for several minutes, wrapping itself around the two of you. The dust only rested near you for a brief time, healing any bruises you’d received. Its real task was to heal its owner, who had suffered so much. In the end, the servants of the Prince had decided to take advantage of his focus on torturing the timelord to carry out a long awaited uprising, freeing the two of you in the process. 

“This could’ve been you,” The Doctor sighed, breaking you out of your mental recap. “But, see?” 

She held up her shirt, showing off the side of her midriff. Her shirt was still torn and ripped from where the Prince and his council had carried out their evil deeds, but there were no marks as evidence. 

“I can heal,” 

“It shouldn’t have been you,” You breathed, the air exiting your lungs in a shaky breath. The power behind it made your chin wobble, made your shoulders shake. Your face squeezed together, trying to hold back the tears that were gathering in your eyes. The Doctor softened and took your hand in hers, kissing the back of it. “I hate that you.. I hate them, for doing that to you, I couldn’t help and it hurt, so bad” 

“We got out, it’s alright,” 

“You could’ve gotten us out,” You said weakly. Your body was giving in to the fear and grief that it had held onto so tightly for hours, weakening your skin and bones. “Would it have been so bad if it was me? You could’ve-” 

“Don’t say that. Don’t you ever say that. I felt what they did” You winced, remembering the exact moment your heart broke, the exact moment the Doctor’s walls fell, just moments before the servants had burst through the doors. When you let out a small cry, the Doctor pulled you to her chest for a moment, before pulling you back and holding you by the shoulders. “I saved you. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

"Why can't I save you, why can't I help like you-" 

"Because you're not me!" The timelord shouted. She let go of your shoulders, and you froze. "You're not me, and you never will be. You can't be. I get hurt, Y/n. That's how it is, how it always has been. The least I can do is try to make sure you don't"

You shrank backward, all resolve disappearing. The Doctor took a step back as well, rebuilding the same walls that you had been forced to watch crumble.

 Later you would both find each other in the library, seeking the other out. In silence, you would both come to accept that it might take a while to process everything that had happened with the Qupari and all that had been said after, words that could not be taken back. Words that conveyed the terrible, terrible truth of traveling with the Doctor. She got hurt. You had, you did, you would, as well. But your days were not infinite. Your pain was not infinite. Hers, tragically, was. One day you would stop running, stop remembering, and existing. But the Doctor would continue on, unable to give up despite the desire to, only able to keep hold of her duty of care. 

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Love isn't something you just learn, Commander part 1

Pairing: Commander Cody x F!Reader

Words: 7 830

Warning: Angst, like A LOT OF ANGST, a bit of Smut at the begining, so MINORS BYE BYE, description of blood and injuries.

Summary: Cody gets injured and let’s just say a reader says a bit more than she wanted to... 

A/N: First of all I’m not a doctor and my medical knowledge is... shit. So apologies if I made so patheitc mistakes. There will be a part 2 for this (with a happy ending if you’re interested). I decided to divide it to two parts as I’m not sure a possible 20k words fanfic would be a good idea... 

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“Commander!” your voice shakes with his every move. You’re panting at a coincident tempo just as him. All you can do is close your eyes and let him take the lead. So you just lay there, your legs around his waist and you cry out loud when he hits that one perfect spot. You feel him smirk, when he lowers himself to kiss your tender and sensitive neck. 

“You’re so good to me, mesh’la, so damn good!” he pants, his movements hard and confident. He sits down and pulls you with him and you can’t help but gasp when he fills you up even deeper with that one simple move. It’s like he knows your body better than you do and you can’t help but blush at the thought. “You feel so perfect. So…” he pushes harder and bites on your shoulder muffling the groan that would probably escape him otherwise. You, however, moan, unable to stop the sounds escaping you. “Those sounds, you make me crazy, babygirl!” You round your arms around his neck and pull him closer, unable to control the quiver of your body. You felt it coming and he must have as well as he kept on the same rhythm, his hands slowly traveling down your back, whispering encouraging words into your ear. Yes, you were close, so close. And yet… 

“Lady L/N” you groaned angrily at whatever, or rather whoever, dared to wake you up. You opened your eyes lazily and sighed seeing the name on the screen. You sat down and took a deep breath to steady yourself from your dream. 

“How many times do I need to tell you to call me Y/N?” You mumbled into equipment and after a while you shifted straighter, only now realizing who was contacting you. “Captain Rex!” You coughed awkwardly and tried to make yourself look at least a bit presentable, when the Captain’s face showed up on the small holo. “I apologize I was..” 

“Sleeping, yes I gathered that”, Rex answered for you with a hint of humor in his voice. “I do apologize, Y.N”, you smiled at his emphasis of your name. “But we need you back in the center. 212th is back and let’s say it doesn’t look good!” Your eyes widened and you jumped from bed, putting the Holo on the table, preparing yourself to leave. 

“Any casualties?” You thanked the maker for showering before your nap, which has saved so much time now. You quickly changed into your blacks, put on your medic coat and took your little bag. Anything crucial was always in one place of your room, something you learned during your trainee times. 

“Lots. But your team is doing their best. But we have Cody…” 

“Commander?!” you half shouted, ignoring the look of your neighbor who was getting out for his everyday walk. You smiled at him apologetically and left for your speeder. You weren't a fan of it, but the moment you heard his name, you knew the time was of essence. “Rex, what happened?” 

“A stealth mission with General Kenobi went wrong. Let’s say the base wasn’t as empty as we thought.” You cursed under your breath. Your heart was beating faster than you would have liked. You felt your hand shaking and you needed to take a deep breath to control yourself. 

“How’s Kenobi?” You finally asked and Rex smiled softly, first time since he called. 

“Worried, but doesn’t show it. Cody pushed him away taking a shot. It was the General who made me call for you.” You nodded and turned the corner, parking the speeder. 

“I’d be there in five, make Granch prepare whatever is necessary.” The clone nodded and ended the call. You didn’t like it. There were times when Cody visited you at the bay, but most of it was due to some minor injuries that would have probably have been alright on their own, if Kenobi or Skywalker didn’t send him your way. It was those little visits that made you see Cody as more than just the Marshal Commander. Yes, he was a man of lots of secrets and walls built so high up, that sometimes you wondered if you would ever be able to break them. But most importantly he was a nice, kind hearted man that had so many interesting things to say. He was so different from the way he acted on the field. He would smile often, there were times when you had a pleasure to hear him laugh and those were the moments you cherished the most. His beautiful eyes would shine so brightly then, making you feel your heart trembling. It wasn’t hard to fall for the man. The hard part was to keep it a secret. He was, after all, a Marshal Commander, one of the most important people in the Clone army. He fought with the great General Kenobi and well, what’s most important he never even signaled any interest in you. Even that one time you saw each other in the 79’s. You asked him to dance and he chuckled, refusing quickly, stating he didn’t dance. It wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t see him on a dance floor twenty minutes later, wrapped in the arms of a pretty Corellian. 

It was then that you stopped your silly flirtatious way of talking to him. You dropped the silly smiles and looks you would give him from time to time when he came for his visits. Also then you realized it wasn’t like he ever visited you when it wasn’t necessary, or he wasn’t forced by any of the Generals. Sure, you had great talks when he did come to see you, but you quickly realized that they were just colleague level ones and there was never even a small sign from him being interested in accepting your flirtatious approaches.  

And so it stopped but not before almost every possible Clone trooper noticed it. Everyone except for the Commander of course. What was worse even Kenobi noticed the way you would stare after Cody, when he was leaving the bay. “There’s nothing against going on a date, you know?” You laughed at that then and he dropped the topic, but you didn’t miss the way he would look at you whenever the two of you would be in the same room. Rex took a bit more time, but he never said anything. You just somehow knew, from the way he was looking at you. The worst were Anakin and Ashoka, who didn’t seem to know how to drop it. Until that one time in the 79’s. That one time Anakin saw Cody refusing your invitation for a dance. It was like he realized and dropped it, Ashoka following his lead. And so the topic of your crush ended, before it even started for real. And somehow your stupid brain and heart didn’t seem to want to let it go. The dreams, very similar to the one before Rex woke you up, were beginning to be more frequent. 

But it wasn’t a time to think about it. You shook your head and walked into the medbay preparing mentally for what was about to come. 

***

You moved your arms around, feeling the pain radiating through all the possible muscles. It has been a while since you had to do a surgery like that. If anything Cody was lucky. If they brought him even a quarter later than they did, he wouldn’t have that much luck on your table. It was close, too close to your liking. You looked down on the blood on your clothes and sighed. You knew you should not have left the surgery room in that state, but you couldn’t stay there any longer. Twice. Two times his heart stopped, once you actually had to start it up by yourself. You looked down on your hands that were still shaking. You could still hear the steady beeping of the machine, telling you he was dead. Dead for 2 minutes and fifteen seconds. The longest two minutes of your life. When you realized the machines would not work, you got to work. Something you have never done. It was reckless and you knew it. A manual start of his life drained you almost completely but it worked. You were able to patch his lung and liver up and close him before you started to suffocate. The mask was too much, you weren’t able to breathe. And so you left and ran into one of the bathrooms emptying your stomach. It wasn’t pretty, but it did the trick. You calmed down enough to leave the fresher and here you were. Right in front of the doors that would lead you to people that were probably waiting for any information from you. 

You steadied yourself and took a deep breath. It was over, he survived and he will live yet another day. Trying to steady your breathing you walked through the hissing door and were met with three Jedis and Rex that stood up the moment they noticed you. It was hard not to notice the terrified looks on their faces seeing all that blood but you ignored it for now. It wasn’t time for that. 

“He’s gonna need a helluva time to recover, but he should be just fine”, you smiled at the way all of them visibly relaxed. “It wasn’t fun if I’m being honest. The blast was able to screw up his lung and liver, hence the extended amount of bleeding that we did not calculate”, you waved your hand over your clothes and sighed. “His heart stopped twice. But we were able to restart it, the second time I needed to do some old school, but we managed.” 

“Old school?” Ashoka asked, still looking at the blood on your clothes. 

“I needed to restart his heart using my own hands.” She widened her eyes and you chuckled. You had a very similar expression when you realized you did indeed need to do that. “But as I said we managed to patch him up quite nicely and after some time in bed he’s gonna be better than ever” you winked at them and sat down. Your head rested on the cold wall behind you and you let yourself close your eyes just for a second. “I’ll keep an eye on him to make sure I didn’t miss anything there. You guys can go and rest.” You stopped and looked them up and down and raised your brow. “But only after you have a go from my team”, Anakin and Ashoka rolled their eyes, but smiled at you thankfully and left leaving you with Kenobi and Rex. 

“He saved my life.” Obi wan muttered. “I miscalculated the amount of clanckers and if it wasn’t for him…” 

“Then I would have your blood on my clothes. I’m sure that if you asked him, he would prefer that way around, General.” You smiled at him, hoping he would get a point and not blame himself. “Cody respects you, a lot. But the fact that you’re still here, that you stayed this long only to see if he’s ok? That shows, Obi Wan”, it wasn’t often you used Jedis’ first name, so the gesture itself surprised the man. But he nodded understanding. “Go lay down, make sure you are fine to go and just rest. I will call you when he wakes up.” The man nodded and stood up. He placed a hand on your shoulder and clenched it, sending all the needed words and thanks that he wasn’t able to say out loud. “That remark also concerned you, Rex.” You said, your eyes still closed. You heard him chuckle and after a while heard him sit next to you. 

“How are you doing?” He asked and you felt like crying. He was one of few that always seemed to truly care and actually understand. Sure it was the soldiers and Jedis that fought out there, but the medics suffered as much. Maybe not physically, but feeling your muscles, you’d argue with that. But mentally. Seeing all this dead bodied and unable to help most of them, left a nasty scar on your soul. Most of the people in the medics weren’t even trained doctors and nurses. These were civics that just volunteered because they wanted to help. Most of them left after the first missions unable to deal with all of this. Yes it had a stall on you, but not many actually cared to ask you how you were doing. But Rex always did. And this time you had enough and so you turned towards him and buried your face in his plastered chest and just sobbed, trying to get rid of the image of lifeless Cody out of your head. “I’ve got you, it’s ok.” He pulled you to himself and kissed the top of your head softly. 

“He was dead, Rex. I held his heart when he was dead. I don’t know what I’d do if he’d died… If I killed him.” He shook his head and pushed you away from him a bit to look into your eyes. 

“You were saving his life. Even if he died it would not be your fault, you hear me?” You nodded and hid your face in the crook of his neck again wanting to forget about today. 

***

“Is she OK?” Anakin asked, standing next to his old Master. Both of them looked at the scene in front of them. You were always close with Clones. There was this weird bond between you and them. You were one of the few that were able to make Wolffe stay in bed for a whole day when he got injured. Not to mention you were the only medic in the Galaxy that Fox actually listened to and trusted and that meant a lot. The Jedis liked and respected you but it was the 212th and 501st that seemed to be the closest to you. Obi Wan always wondered if it was due to your feelings for the Commander or this sibling-like relationship you seemed to pick up with Rex almost immediately. 

Obi Wan was thankful for that relationship you had with his men. They seem to trust you, even with just something as simple as a talk after the mission. Well most of them at least. He noticed the little apprehensive behavior Cody had towards you. He wasn’t by any means mean towards you or anything like that. But Kenobi could feel the distance that his Commander preferred to keep from you compared to his other soldiers. Including the always serious and withdrawn Rex. 

Despite being a Jedi, Obi Wan wasn’t blind to other people’s feelings and said so he saw the way you looked at his Commander. He didn’t miss the soft look you always sent him when Cody was leaving the medbay. He felt in the Force the way your signature would change the minute Cody would come into the room. It was actually adorable to see a stoic and always ready for action medic like you to lose composure in front of one of his friends. He quickly realized it wasn’t just a small crush but your feelings were something more. He understood your frustration when Cody would just chuckle or leave after your failed attempt at flirting, which in his opinion were sometimes comical. “Not everybody’s perfect”, you shrugged when he told you once about this… flaw you had. You played it cool, but he could feel it deep down that it was bothering you. 

He also noticed how Anakin and Ashoka followed his observations and weren’t as discreet as he was. He asked his old Padawan to tune it down at least in front of Cody, and to his surprise the boy did listen, but he did seem to double it with you alone in the room. You of course didn’t seem to mind, always happy and smiley with a sarcastic comment from time to time. But he knew. He knew that it was bothering you. He wondered sometimes if Cody was just simply not interested or if his Commander was just that blind not to notice. 

Things changed for good when all of you went to the 79's after some nasty mission. The boys were somehow able to get you to come. Even he had to acknowledge that you looked stunning. Seeing you in nothing but med clothes, it was something new to picture you now in a dress and heels. You waved your hair, keeping them down and a bit of makeup only added to the fact that you did look beautiful. He knew what you were doing and he observed you. How you talked to Cody, how you smiled at him and touched him, respectfully, when he said something funny. He was so proud when you finally found the courage to ask him to dance with you, only for him to reject you. For others it wouldn’t be much. He did know Cody wasn’t much into dancing, but seeing your face fall made him truly angry at his dumb Commander. But this was nothing compared to when he noticed the same man dancing with another girl not even half an hour after rejecting you. He will never forget the look on your face. Before that night and here today, he has never experienced you crying. “They need me to be strong, all of them”, you once told him after a particularly harsh week of missions. But it was that night that he noticed tears forming in your eyes. Pure rejection on your face could be seen from far away. You stood there for a while, blinked back the tears and turned on your heels and left the club. A minute later he got a message saying that you weren’t feeling good, and that you were heading back home. He let you walk alone, knowing that you needed it. 

He couldn’t blame anyone really. It wasn’t Cody’s fault really. You can’t really force someone to love you, but Obi Wan still feels bad for you. And now he also feels angry at himself. “Take care of yourselves” you said, seeing them off before the mission. He understood the hidden message in it. ‘Take care of him’ you wanted to say, but since the 79’s you were backing away, letting the Commander have his space. You gave up on your feelings, or at least trying to, if that was even possible. And so he nodded, silently promising you that he will. So when Cody blocked him with his own body he hated himself  to have to bring him hurt to you. And he knew that if there was someone in this forsaken Galaxy to be able to save him, it would be you, no matter how much that would hurt you. And seeing you in Rex’ arm, crying your eyes out, you knew it would take a while for you to stand strong once again after that blow. 

“She will be, as always.” 

***

He felt sick and tired. The second seemed to be a normal occurrence lately, however he rarely got sick. Never almost, thanks to that damn genetic bullshit. But now he felt physically sick. Everything hurt, including his bones. Do bones even hurt? As a cadet he normally suffered from muscle issues, whether something was pulled or they just hurt due to the training from hell. His head hurt like hell, but what was the most annoying was his stomach. He tried to open his eyes, but gave up when the light from the room brought even bigger pain to his already sensitive headache. So he moved his hand trying to at least feel where he was, if his eyes gave up on him. 

But the moment he tried to move even his finger, he felt a weight on it. He tried again and then he felt a groan beside him. Something about it seemed familiar but he couldn’t put it together. He did however, heard the same person gasp and he heard them move, taking a weight out of his hand. He heard them walk somewhere but after a while they were back at his bed. 

“Commander Cody, can you hear me?” He knew that voice, this soft tone and the familiar accent to his name that no one in GAR used. “Can you open your eyes?” 

“The light”, he gasped, his throat dry. He opened his mouth, feeling something poking at the entrance of it. He guessed it right to be a straw and happily drank the water. 

“I turned it off. Apologies I must have left it on”, he tried again and this time a blurry image of you showed up in front of him. You looked tired, more so than usual, but other than that a big smile was gracing your lips and he could slowly notice your eyes shining with happiness at just looking at him. “Can you see me?” 

“Yeah, yeah I can Doc”, he whispered, his voice still weak, his throat was still incredibly dry despite the water. “What happened?” You started your ordinary check up he saw you doing hundreds of times. You checked his pupils, his chart and whatever the hell you were able to read from the beeping machinery next to his bed. You then moved his comforter away slowly and he then understood why stomach and chest hurt. “Doc, talk to me…” He murmured, not getting an answer to the first of his questions. 

“Give me a minute, Commander. I need to check if everything is ok”, he nodded and let you work. He laid his head down and closed his eyes, not realizing that the next he would wake up would be about an hour later. 

You checked his surgery scars and smiled softly, happy to see that nothing wrong was happening. The fact that he woke up so quickly after the surgery only brought her hope that he will only heal as quickly. She looked up to answer all his questions but smirked seeing him sleeping. It was good, he needed to rest, Maker knows he won’t have any of it once he leaves the hospital. 

You sat down once again and held his hand. For just this short moment you wanted to feel close to him. It was unfair to him, you knew. He probably would have prepared to have his brothers next to him when he wakes up, but you knew that it wouldn’t be a good idea, even from a medical point of view. He needed the rest and quiet and you knew the Clones enough to know that they weren’t the most silent bunch of people. You sent a message to Rex and the Jedis to let them know he has woken up, but he would need to rest and will not be accepting any guests yet. 

You looked down at your holding hands and sighed. At least they didn’t shake anymore. It was really pathetic, you were a medic, a doctor, for crying out loud and something like that shouldn’t leave you so scared and yet here you were. You’ve seen worse, you dealt with so much worse and yet here you are acting like a newbie. 

You looked up at him and you felt your heart breaking into a million pieces. Cody and his brothers were giving up their lives. They never complained, they just followed their orders, did what was expected of them. They were trained for that, they were made like this and prepared to die. “We’re expendable after all.” You hated that saying. You rarely ever raised your voice, especially at the boys, but it was that one time when you screamed your heart out at Rex. 

“What does that even mean!? Do you hear yourself? You are not expandable. None of you, not you, not Skywalker, not Fives, Waxer, Wolffe, not Commander Cody and not Kenobi! You are all the same and all mean the same to me. You are all humans, blood and bones. You all feel the same and hurt the same. So don’t you ever say anything like that ever again!” 

You stormed out of that room as angry as you’ve never been, ignoring the surprised looks that the men in the room were giving you. You missed the way Cody followed you retreating figure, you missed how his eyes softened and a small smile appeared on his lips. And you definitely missed the way his heart skipped a beat when you defended them and called them as important as any other person here, even Jedi. 

You knew how Clones were perceived by some people, but you would never let anything bad happen to them on your watch. That included shielding them from the hatred of the Galaxy if you had to. But you knew you couldn’t, you were just a little one person with no real powers in your hands. You weren’t even that good at shooting. And this was why you never really talked to Cody about your feelings. What would you be able to give him? He was the Marshall Commander of the Republic Force and you ? Just a medic, one of many doctors. One of many. You harshly chuckled even at your appearance. You spend most of your time in the hospital or medbay. You didn’t have time nor the energy to even try to look good. You wear comfortable clothes, even more cozy shoes, not to mention that the one time you ever wore make-up during this War was at that night in the 79’s. And even then, that didn’t work. 

So you decided to keep on protecting them all. Protecting him from any bad things that would happen to them. But from the distance that he would never be able to see your heartbreak. It made you miserable, it made your nights filled with dreams of him, that you knew you had no right to dream about and your days just a little more miserable. 

***

“You were shot near your breastbone, which resulted in both of your liver and lung being injured. Thankfully General Kenobi and the 501st were able to get you here as soon as possible. I needed to cut you open and fix you up pretty quickly.” You started to explain everything, when he woke up again. You helped him sit up and he was staring at you with that Commander's eyes, like he was being a part of a briefing. “You lost a lot of blood, so be prepared for some fatigue and headaches for a day or two. Your heart stopped twice, but I managed to get it back running. You have a strong, healthy heart there, Commander.” You tried to joke, but he didn’t seem to catch on or just well, didn’t seem to find you funny. Not sure which was more awkward at the moment. “You will need to stay put, preferably, here for a week or so…” 

“A week!” he half shouted, staring at you. You knew he wouldn’t be happy, but that anger on his face was not what you expected. “We are in the middle of campaigns, I cannot just sit here and relax.” 

“You are not just sitting and relaxing, Commander.” You started after a while of trying to focus again after his outburst. “You are healing. Did you miss the fact that your heart stopped twice? That is nothing to be taken lightly!” 

“I cannot stay here that long! My men are counting on me, General Kenobi is waiting for me to join him. Do whatever you have to do to get me out of here sooner than that.” You widen your brow at his authoritative tone and anger in his eyes. The rational part of your mind was calming you that he wasn’t angry at you, but at the situation, but well you were never rational about your emotion. 

“Sir”, that caught his attention. You’ve never called him that. There were times that his name slipped from your mouth, but not this. “I am not speeding the healing process along, only because you feel like your men can’t handle…”

“Listen here, L/N!” Another first one. You weren’t even sure he knew your last name. You always introduced yourself with your first name and made everyone just call you Doc, including him. “You have no idea how it’s out there. You’re sitting here in the safety of the hospitals and medbays, acting like you know all the answers. Don’t you dare accuse me I have no faith in my men. All you do here is sit in the secured facilities. You’re not one of us and…”

“Cody!” He paused hearing a voice behind you. It took him a while to realize what he just said. His eyes widened and he looked at you and he felt like the biggest jerk of all. For just a moment he was sure to notice tears in your eyes, the hurt those stupid words brought to you, but just as quickly as they seemed to appear, they disappeared and he was met with a serious, toned face, almost soldier-like. He didn’t know what happened to him. His head hurt and so did every part of his body. He knew you were right, he knew that, but the anger just rose inside of him and he couldn’t stop it. And so it escaped. Erupted into the one person that always cared about him and his brothers so much. 

“You may hate me, Commander, but I will not let you leave the hospital until I decide that it’s time. I will not have anymore of your blood on my hands, Sir.” Saying that you turned around left, ignoring the pained expression on Kenobi’s and Rex’ face. You had to leave, as soon as possible. You needed to escape this place before any of them saw you cry, again. You were supposed to be strong, always ready to take care of them and yet here you were, defeated by words. 

Back in the room, Cody was still staring at the same spot you stood second ago. His heart beating faster, anger rising in his chest again. This time he knew where he should direct it. At him, and only at himself. He didn’t mean any of that, he was tired, in pain and probably a bit drugged now. All the words he spoke were nothing but insecurities he felt towards himself. He knew you were the most competent medic in here. Maker, how many times have you saved his men’s lives and this time it was even his own life, and this was how he was paying you back for the kindness you showed. 

“I’m happy to see you awake, my friend”, Kenobi started, walking into the room. He met Cody’s pain expression and knew that kicking an already defeated opponent was unfair, not to mention wasn’t really a Jedi way. “Y/N said you weren’t ready to see any guests yet, but we wanted to make sure you were alright.” The Commander watched as his General and Rex stood next to his bed. 

“Apologies General, but it seems I will be cuffed to this bed for a while”, he started, looking down at his hands. He felt ashamed to look so weak not only in front of his brother but his commanding officer as well. He hated feeling powerless, it was his job to look strong and always ready for action and here we are. Not only did he lose his temper with you, but also was unable to really move by himself yet. 

“Cody.” Obi Wan started, his hand on his shoulder. “You saved my life out there. The only thing I expect from you is to recover.” He smiled at the man, who finally looked up and then looked at Rex. “Well and apologize to Y/N.” 

***

He quickly realized that the ones that truly see the true losses of the War, are the medics. The amount of injured coming into the facility was beyond Cody’s expectation. He watched as you maintained a cool persona, navigating the teams and people into necessary sections, to help those in need. He was impressed by the medics on the field, but what was happening here was on a completely other level. It was like an entirely different battlefield. The amount of times he saw you walking around with someone’s blood on your clothes was beyond him. 

Despite the pure chaos and hell that was here, you still found time to come and check on him. When you came the next day to see him, he wasn’t quite sure if what he said really happened. You were smiling at him and the way you took care of him, was like nothing ever happened. However, he did realize quite early that this was just a facade, that you put to hide it from others that accompanied you. He found out that some of them were students or civilians that volunteered. He noticed that you were a patient and encouraging teacher to those that were much slower and less competent than you. He realized that you actually enjoyed teaching them and it fascinated him to watch you do it. 

“Is it true you had to start Commander’s heart manually?” one of the girls asked and he noticed you tensing, glancing at him for a while. You sighed and nodded. 

“Commander’s heart stopped twice during the surgery. The first time it stopped we restarted it with the equipment we had. However, the second time was during the time we found vulnuses on his lungs and liver. If we would use equipment there we would have probably compound the situation and his blood loss would have fastened. I do not wish any of you to have to do that. A heart is a very specific organ, to restart by a message requires an enormous amount of concentration and good touch to be able to control the power of the push.” The group listened with their mouths opened wide and if Cody was being honest with himself, so was he. He didn’t know, you had to do something like that. He had no idea that you were so precise and talented. “Now, the Commander needs to rest. Please go find Doctor Reishliva and see if she needs any help with her patients.” They all nodded and finally the two of you were left alone. Something you two tried to elude in all costs. 

“Wait, please!” You stopped right before the doors, hearing his soft whisper. It was so quiet that you were sure you could just ignore it and if someone asked you’d just lie that you never heard him speak. But it wasn’t like you. So you sighed and turned around. Crossing your arms on your chest you waited. “I was a jerk.” He sighed and your eyes widened, not really expecting him to bounce back to that conversation between the two of you. 

To your surprise Cody was a perfect patient for the past 2 days almost. He listened to his doctors and nurses and was even trying not to do too many reports while laying in bed. He was quiet and you were glad that he decided to listen to you. But something inside you was telling you he wasn’t listening to you, but General Kenobi. Well, it didn’t matter anyway as long as he was resting. 

“What I’m trying to say is… I apologize for what I said. It was unfair of me to say it. I see now what you do is… Kriff, you are amazing. You and the whole medic team. You have your own battlefield here and…” You couldn’t help the little soft smile on your lips at how lost and awkward he was at the moment, trying to find the right words. “I was angry and in pain. I’m pretty sure my meds affected it someway as well. I’m not used to feeling so… powerless and in need of help. I’m a Commander, you know? I’m supposed to be strong and reliable and here I am…

“You saved Kenobi’s life, Cody. I don’t think you can be any more reliable.” His eyes met your when he realized you said his first name. “Your people respect you and care for you. You are an incredible soldier and a Commander. But I hate to bring it to you”, you chuckled and sat on the side of his bed and patted his hand. “You are just a human, and you will get hurt. And when we mortals get hurt, we need to rest.” He found himself smiling at your words and looked down at your hands. He turned it and clenched it in a grateful gesture. “I never claimed I understand how you, soldiers, feel when you’re out there. I’m not one, but as you can see, we also have our small little hell here and we do our best to make sure that when you leave this facility you will be able to handle anything that comes your way back at your own battlefield.” 

“I’m not good with apologies. We Clones are not really programmed to do that”, Cody chuckled, but you frowned angrily at him. 

“I really hate that word… programmed, like you’re not humans, like you’re not the same as I am.” 

“Cause we’re not, Doc. We were created for one purpose only”, he started but you squeezed his hand harder and looked at him with the same anger and determination he noticed the last time you had a similar conversation with Rex. 

“You are human, Commander. Trust me I had my hands inside of you. I felt your lungs, your liver, I know exactly how your heart looks and feels like and trust me you are 100% human the same as I am.” You turned towards him, to make sure he saw and heard you properly. “True you were brought into this world differently than me, but that does not matter. You are fighting for our freedom and you deserve all that is good. You feel the same way I do and hurt the same way. Your purpose only matters during the War. What after that? You are not droids, I know you all make your own decisions. When that War is finally over I’m sure you thought of how your life would look like.” 

“Why do you care so much”, he finally asked and you opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out. No one ever asked you that question. Rex accepted your outburst, and the Jedi thought the same way, so there was never a reason to think of it or question it. 

“Someone has to if you don’t”, you murmured, looking away. You wanted to take your hand away, but he squeezed it back, not letting you go. Almost as if he knew you would run away. “I can’t stand the way you all see yourself. As some kind of tool in the hands of the Republic When I look at all of you, sure I see the same face, but all of you are so very different. Rex is a stern soldier, but deep down he is the softest man I know. Fives and Echo despite being reckless they are one of the best and most caring people I know. Wolffe has an incredible sense of humor when he’s not on the duty, while Kix is one of the best medic in the Clone army I have met. I look at you all, I observe and learn. Because you are all so very different from each other. You all have something extraordinary that just screams YOU.” 

“What about me?” your babble stopped when Cody asked this one simple question. This is not how you expected this day to go. You hoped you wouldn’t have to talk to him one on one, having your students with you. You hoped to give him some space and here you both were. It was him now evading that space of yours and you didn’t know what to do. That conversation became so personal so very quickly, making you feel so vulnerable all of a sudden. You knew you had two options. First, to play it fair. Say something diplomatic, general and move on from there, pretending like that never happened. Or option two, be honest. With him and with yourself. Say outloud all these things that your heart has been hiding for all that time. None of the actions seemed right, both of them were trailing behind the possibilities or offending him or making a complete fool of yourself. You still weren’t sure what was worse. And so you closed your eyes and decided to free your heart from at least one burden. 

“I see a man that cares so much about others, that forgets to care for himself.” You started quietly, looking down at your hands, unable to look straight at his eyes. “I see an incredible soldier with skill beyond compare. I see a man that has respect for both his own men but all the Jedis as well. But what is more important I see a kind hearted man that would protect his people with his own body. I see a man that is loyal, honest and reliable. Some would say that your conscientiousness would mean you are boring, but I have seen you and known you for a while to know that it is so far from the truth. I saw you laughing and enjoying yourself. But what’s most important is that you are honest, trustworthy, humble and so, so very kind.” your nerves got better of you and you didn’t even control the words that were coming out of your mouth. Not realizing, you started to anxiously play with his hand, trying so hard not to look at him, because you knew it would be the end for you. All the courage you gathered would evaporate. 

“You’re very kind, Doc. But I think you’re overestimating me here” he chuckled nervously, stopping your hand from the anxious playing. “I’m not as good as you portray me as.” 

“I wouldn’t have fallen for someone who isn’t good.” You choked wishing you had some abnormal power to just turn back time. But you didn’t. You were just a mere human, who ran her mouth when nervous. This is not how this day was supposed to look. You weren’t supposed to tell him how you feel. Never. He was a soldier, a Commander. You had no right to do so, to force him to hear you out. 

“You what ?” You opened your mouth to say something. Anything. But nothing seems to be formulated. Your head was empty, except for the fear. Fear of being rejected in just a straightforward way. You didn’t want him to hate you, to turn around and just completely stop interrupting with you. You were both in the middle of the War. There was no place for romance, for love. “Y/N” His voice was soft and so quiet, like he was talking to a scared animal, afraid to startle it. “Look at me please.” You closed your eyes like a child, believing that as long as you don’t see the problem it just simply doesn’t exist. You took a deep breath and finally looked up to meet with his soft eyes. He was smiling slightly and your heart skipped a bit at it. 

“It’s silly really”, you started to explain, feeling a momentary hope that maybe it wouldn’t turn out as bad as you predicted. “We are at War and I know that there is no place for feelings. I was good at hiding it for so long, I should not have said anything, I’m sorry.” 

“How long?” You looked down and rolled your eyes. You should really shut up and just keep quiet and never say anything at all towards the man. “How long have you felt something for me?” 

“A while… It’s hard to pinpoint any moment, you know ?” You chuckled nervously and stood, happy that Cody let you go this time. “But seeing the awkwardness on your face I can predict your answer to my feelings.” He winced and you smiled sadly. You forced this man into such an awkward situation. This should never have happened. You should have known that nothing would ever happen, and bringing it up only increased stiffness and only brought maladroit to the already imperfect situation. 

“I’m honored, Y/N, really.” You bit your lips not to bark a laugh at the formality of it all. Honoured. Yes this was definitely Cody for you. “I’m sorry, I never realized you were interested in me in that way. I… never looked at you that way and I’m not sure I would ever be able to.” He searched your eyes and furrowed his brow trying to think of a way to say all that he felt right now. “I’m a soldier, you know? We haven’t really been taught what love and these kinds of feelings are and… Kriff”, He mumbled and you took a deep breath, sitting back on the bed, taking his hand in yours. 

“Love isn’t something you can be taught about. Love is a feeling, it's when you wake up and go to sleep thinking of that person, when you try something new and think whether that person would like it. It's a special feeling, a one you would never be able to miss if it happened to you.” His eyes widened, realizing the implication of your words. It was so kind of him to try and make it easy for you, for which you will always be grateful to him. “And definitely, love is not something you can force on someone else, so there is absolutely nothing you have to be sorry for. I should be the one apologizing to you, for forcing you into this gauche conversation.” Another nervous chuckle left your lips and you smiled at him. This time it was a forced, pretend smile. No this one was the most true smile you send anyone in a very long time. “I’m not a kid, either, Cody. I understand rejection and I promise you to act like an adult about it. Thank you for being honest with me.” You clenched his hands and got up to leave the room, before any tears would fall from your eyes. “I’ll check on you later, make sure you rest for the rest of the day, Commander.” And you left, missing the way he clenched his jaw at the title and how his face turned into a painful expression. You left, sending a message to Granch to take over for a while. You were an adult, but rejection was still a rejection and this one hurt particularly badly. 

#commander cody #commander cody x reader #unrequited love #angst #star wars #star wars fanfiction #the clone wars #i'm sorry #it will get better

[starlight-writer]

Proposal

Warnings: none, fluff

Gn! Reader Masterlist

Steven

If you beat him to the proposal, he'd be so ecstatic

He had been planning on proposing to you, but to see you on one knee, offering him a ring, he could feel his heart beat a million miles an hour

It was an odd feeling at first, he was happy but also extremely nervous

Were you absolutely sure you wanted to marry him?

The gift-shopist?

The mythology nerd?

The crazy man with two people living in his head and a God controlling his life?

Reassure him by taking his hand and kissing it

He'll melt

He'll kneel in front of you and grab your face, kissing you passionately

He'll try to pour every ounce of love he has for you into that single kiss

He'd be the happiest man alive and proudly tell everyone he works that your his fiance

"Sorry Donna, can't piss me off this week, I have a fiance."

He tells the silver statue guy on his lunch break at least twice, showing off his ring with such a bright smile

If he proposed to you, he's a mess

He plans everything to the smallest detail

And he definitely drops the ring a few times

You see him drop it twice

He proposed to you at a small park, not wanting to have too much attention put on him and too much pressure put on you

He didn't want you to think you had to say yes because it was in front of a bunch of people

Mostly because he had zero confidence you would say yes in general so limiting the amount of people that could see that is preferred

He knew you loved him, he was just so scared and so nervous

Calm him down by looping your arm with his or leaning into his side as you walk

It'll give him enough courage to awkwardly stop you and stumble through a declaration of love

And it'll morph into him holding the ring in his hand, smiling while talking about the moment he knew he was in love with you

He’ll be so wrapped up in his happy recollections that he won’t even notice he’s been fiddling with the ring right in front of you

Take the ring from his hand and put in on your finger and he’ll pause

He won’t take his eyes off of your hand, even after you smile and tell him to continue

He’ll pull up close and kiss you until you’re seeing stars, mumbling ‘I love you’ nonstop

He’s so happy

Like properly happy

Like when you agreed to go on that first date kind of happy

Like the first time you said 'i love you' kind of happy

Marc

If you propose to Marc, get ready to be laughed at

He doesn't mean to be rude, but he honestly thinks you're joking

But then he sees your nervous smile fall

Oh shit

He's immediately apologizing and asking if you were sure, if you were serious, if you really wanted him of all people

Get up and hold his face in your hands

Reassure him that, yes, you would want to spend the rest of your life with him 'of all people'

He'll start to cry and shake his head, still unsure of your decision

Give him a kiss, a long and sweet kiss

Tell him that you've never been happier than when you're with him, tell him he's the only person that's ever made you feel this way

Tell him you'd wait until every star burned out for him

He'll continue to cry, but he won't be shaking his head anymore

He'd be nodding

Ask him what he means and he'll give you the brightest smile

"I'd want nothing more than to marry you, baby."

He'll kiss you with such passion, such love, such fire

If Marc, proposes it's on accident

He had the full intention of proposing to you, of course, just not right now

He had just finished weeks of planning out a perfect date when you came home crying

He'll instantly be at your side asking worried questions

are you ok, are you hurt, what happened, did someone hurt you, stuff like that

You reassure him that you're not in danger, but your boss had yelled at you in front of everyone for a mistake you didn't make

And Marc hugs you while mentally cursing your boss

He's not above visiting your boss in his suit to set him in his place, but he'd never do it without your consent

Marc will lead you to your shared bedroom and comfort you the best he can

"It's ok baby, I'm here."

"It's ok, it's gonna be ok."

"Your boss is a dick."

That would get a small laugh out of you and Marc relaxes as you calm down

He'll continue to make you laugh in any way he can until your tears stop

And in that moment, you look up at him and his breath is sucked out of his lungs

The shine in your eyes is back, your smiling warmly at him, and you're happy

How could he not be absolutely awestruck by you?

He's so taken aback by his love for you he doesn't realize he's talking

"Marry me."

You freeze and look at him in shock and Marc's confused

Where did your perfect smile go?

It takes him a good minute to realize what he just said

And he panics, stumbling over an apology and pulling away from you

He tries to backtrack and write off his words, he was just joke he swears!

But he's just digging himself a deeper hole, the blush on his face and the shake of his hands are a dead give away

So you sit up and say yes

And he freezes for a solid 5 minutes

"Really? You want to... Marry me?"

Absolutely gets dizzy with how excited he gets

He'll tackle you in a hug, kissing every part of you face he can reach

He definitely starts crying and laughing

Cup his cheeks and look into his eyes

Say 'I love you' and he'll become putty in your hands

He doesn't stop saying 'I love you' for the rest of the night

He'll wake up the next morning with the biggest smile on his face

He hasn't been happy to wake up in years, but today, nothing can bring him down

He'll spend all morning holding you and kissing you, still in disbelief

And you better believe he brags to Khonshu

"Sorry, can't patrol tonight, I have a date with my fiance."

"My fiance made me lunch today, they're so amazing."

"Well I can't help it if my fiance wants me home tonight. You'll just have to wait for your 'fist of vengeance'."

He's honestly just so high on life

When you fall asleep next to him, he'll stay a wake for a bit longer, crying

He's not sad or upset, he's just so fucking happy

And he finally feels like he deserves this happiness

Jake

Your proposal and his intertwined

He'll propose to you first after a mission

A bad one

Jake will come home, practically dragging his feet and closing the door by resting his back on it

He'd look absolutely exhausted, almost to the point that he looks sick

Before you can even ask him if he was ok or check for injuries, Jake's burying his head in your neck and wrapping his arms around you

He doesn't say anything, even when you ask him if he's ok

He'll start to sway slightly and you'll have to lightly push Jake off of you

He'd give you the saddest pout, his brows slightly down turned and his lips pulled down in a frown

Lead him to your shared room and have him change into comfortable clothes

Lay him down on your chest and massage his scalp

Instantly, any tension held in his shoulders or pounding in his head stops

He'll sigh in content and lean into your touch

Give him a few kisses on the crown of his head to really get him relaxed

In his state of bliss and sleep deprivation, he'll start talking without having really any idea what he's saying or what it means

He's saying he loves you, he's sorry, he's hungry, he wants to marry you, he can't feel his feet

Jake continues to ramble, unaware you've stopped messaging his head

He wants to marry you?

You wanted to ask him to rewind, go back, what do you mean, did you mean it

But Jake's far too gone to follow any form of conversation, especially not with such a serious topic

He'll twist around and hold your waist, his head laying on your lower stomach

He'll mutter out a 'Te quiero' before passing out

You'd follow him into dream land if you could get your mind to stop racing

In the morning, Jake wakes up to the smell of breakfast

He'll practically float out of bed, drawn to the kitchen like a cartoon character

Still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he'll miss the blush on your face and nervous glances

"Good morning, mi corazon."

Jake will give you a kiss, still unaware of your odd behavior

It isn't until he's getting dressed for work that he realizes you haven't said a word to him

He'll ask you if you're ok, if he did something to upset you

But you just shake you're head

How do you explain that Jake proposed to you while half asleep and you spent all night thinking about it?

Jake refused to leave the house without an answer from you

If he didn't give a shit about his job before, he definitely didn't now when his love was obviously upset

He sits you down and has you explain what's going on

And he's more than shocked at your rushed, frantic explanation

He sat there for a minute, soaking in that he let his strongest desire slip through his walls

You quickly tried to explain that it was ok, but Jake wasn't having it

How could he be so stupid? He didn't have the right to ask you such a thing

You were Marc and Steven's, not his

He didn't deserve you

He didn't deserve your love

He was a killer, a monster

How could you love a beast like him?

He was walking to the front door, either to leave to clear his head or to drown it in alcohol when you call out his name

He pauses, unsure if he should turn around

He's so glad he did

You're down on one knee, looking at Jake in desperation

And you're holding his hat

His favorite hat

The one you bought him when you first started dating

"Jake Lockley, you are one of the best things that's ever happened to me. I can't imagine a life without you anymore, it's wrong and it would be the saddest life I could live. Please, will you marry me?"

Jake doesn't know what to say

He couldn't speak, couldn't think

But yet his mind was screaming at him to say yes

Screaming at him to take you in his arms, kiss you, put a ring on your finger, watch you walk down the aisle, call you his spouse

"Please."

Your pleading voice cut Jake from his thoughts

Then he's walking to you, face unreadable

He leans down and placed his hands over yours before grabbing his hat and putting it on

He'll whisper "Of course I'll marry you, mi alma" and kiss you sweetly

He'll gently hold you face in his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs

He'll only pull away to rest his forehead in yours and call into work

"I'm not working today."

He'll pull you onto his lap, hugging you and burying his head into your neck, whispering words of love in Spanish

He didn't know what he did to score such a perfect partner, but God, is he glad he did

Jake will refuse to let you do anything for at least a week, always doing the dishes or cooking or cleaning

"My fiance is an angel and angels don't do dishes or mop the floors."

He brags to everyone that gets into his cab that he's getting married, but subtly

"My fiance told me about that shop, they love it."

"My fiance would love that."

"My fiance has the same pair of shoes."

In all seriousness though, he would need a lot of reassurance that you want him

I can't stress enough how important your relationship is to him

It's the only relationship he's ever known

And he's head over heels for you

He's so in love it hurts

And he doesn't know what to do with it

It scares him sometimes how willing he is to do anything for you

So before getting married, and during the ceremony, make sure to tell him every chance you get that you asked him

You asked him to marry you

You didn't have to, Jake didn't remember his proposal so if you just didn't say anything, it would be fine

But you told him and you asked him for his hand in marriage

He'll be a little more at ease after that

#starlight writes #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #marvel #moon knight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #fluff #jake lockley x gn!reader #steven grant x gn!reader #marc spector x gn!reader

[flxwxr-bxy]

Hi, I've seen your requests are open. May I request an Oikawa x fem! or gn! reader fluff? In which Oikawa Tooru sees reader again after a long time, and wonders how should he approach her/them.

Thank you.

— Daffodil

☾  Thanks for your request, I really loved writing it. I hope you liked it! ☆

☆ Genre: Fluff 

☾ Character: Oikawa x Gn! Reader

☆ Warning: None!

☾ I am not a native English speaker, so I apologize if you find any spelling mistakes.☆

He would be lying if he said out loud that it didn't hurt the moment you parted ways in high school, after graduation he decided to follow his dreams, even if it meant leaving you behind.

Now he wished he had asked you for your number before graduation, maybe then the lonely nights wouldn't feel so lonely if he heard your voice even though you were miles away from each other, but he knew it would be selfish, asking you to wait for him even though he wasn't even sure if he would be back soon or if he would ever keep his promise, so he didn't. He didn't ask you on a date just the day before his flight when you met, he didn't accept your confession that rainy day because he didn't want to give you false hope that he wouldn't leave or that you would find a way to make it work even with the distance between you. So he left with a million regrets in his heart.

But now back to the place he left years ago, he wished he had stayed, did you always look so lovely?, he really didn't expect to see you, it's not like he had never heard of you after he was gone, you were friends with iwa too, so he knew a little about how you had been, but you still weren't fully on speaking terms, he wondered if you would have thought about him all this time, did you miss him? He expected the answer to be no, after all you hadn't approached him either, maybe he just hadn't given you the opportunity to do so.

Would you pretend you didn't know him at all if you happened to see him too? No, you were not like that or at least he hoped, because without realizing it his feet started to move until he was almost in front of you, he was really a coward, where did his sudden confidence go? Why couldn't he reach you? He was almost sure he couldn't talk anymore, oh what a bad idea this was, what would he even say?, well you two were friends at some point in your lives, perhaps he could buy you a coffee and catch up, but what if you said no? Definitely a bad idea.

So horrible that when you finally became aware of his presence, he couldn't even understand what you were talking about! Embarrassed as ever, when he finally caught on that your voice was expecting a response from him, he couldn't help but blush a little, god he wasn't like that in the least, that made it even more embarrassing, and now you were laughing at the look on his face, truly a horrible plan.

He decided to smile awkwardly at you until he knew how to speak again and thanks to looking at his phone to try to give you his new number (which by now he should have learned) he didn't notice the soft look you were giving him, and when he looked up again it was gone. Finally, when you parted ways with a promise to write to each other and meet up sometime, he thought it may not have been such a horrible plan, just, maybe.

☾ Author's note: Daffodil is a flower than means "new beginnings". Pls reblog and follow, I hope you have a lovely day or night. :) ☆

All works belong to @ flxwxr-bxy don't copy, translate or repost in other sites without my permission. Thanks ♡

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x gender neutral reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa tooru x reader

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Sun and Moon (separate) mistaking a full grown adult new hire, for a lost kid, with how short and small figured they are? I’m quite petite, and it’s caused problems before :’) /hj

Sun

"Oh hello, friend!! This area's off-limits! And you shouldn't be wearing one of those hats!"

You felt your security cap being swiped off, before you got picked up by the tall solar animatronic. He had such an innocent smile as he gazed at you, about to ask if you're lost, until he got a good look at your uniform and nametag.

You were a guard, not a child.

"So.....you're Sun? It's uh..nice to meet you." You awkwardly smiled back, waiting for him to realize his mistake.

After a few blinks, he did and gasped in horror, immediately setting you back down. The poor guy seemed absolutely distraught at his error and paced back-and-forth, stopping only to pick up your cap and put it back on your head, before resuming his anxious wandering.

“I'm super sorry, Officer! I-I feel so awful for assuming!! Don’t be mad, p-please! I swear this isn’t how I act all the time! Your name just didn't come up in my systems 'cuz it takes a day or two to-!!”

“Sun, Sun..it’s all good.” You reassure him. “I know you’re used to interacting with..people my height. It's okay. I’m not mad.”

Eventually he stopped short, his head swiveling around to show his nervous expression. “You aren't? O-Okay, but still we..definitely started off on the wrong foot. Let’s fix that!”

He put his hand out to you, almost thinking about crouching down, but he didn’t wanna make another stupid mistake.

“Nice to meetcha, [y/n]! I’m Sun! Daycare Attendant durin’ the day!”

“Hello, Sun.” You smile and shake his hand politely.

At least he apologized.

.............

Moon

“Give me that. Flashlights are not toys!”

You were taken aback as the flashlight was rudely snatched awat, and you looked up to see Moon’s glowing red eyes scowling deeply at you in the dark.

“You should be in bed, little one..” He began to scold.

“Moon. I’ve had a long first day, and I’m not in the mood for this.”

‘Well I’m not in the mood for your kind of tone-”

“Did they not tell you? I'm the new hire."

“...you are?” He blinks once, dumbfounded.

“...turn on the flashlight. Now”

Listening to your orders, he switched on the tool, which shone onto your nametag and uniform.

Never before did the lunar animatronic feel so embarrassed. 

He awkwardly returned the flashlight to you, standing there as he watched you clip it to your belt loop, hearing you sigh. “Officer, I...didn’t know. I’m sorry.” He muttered, tapping his fingers together. “It’s the first time I’ve seen an adult of your..stature.”

“Guess there’s a first time for everything.” You answer with partial sarcasm, a little annoyed but understanding. He’s used to seeing kids more than adults, and in the dark you probably did look like a small child.

Oh well, hopefully this never happens again.

#clanask #anonymous #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptober 2023 | Day 10 | The Bee’s Whumptober Masterlist 

“Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Broken Phone | Stranded | “You said you’d never leave.”

CW: yandere whumper, maybe broken bone, kidnapping, noncon drugging, syringe

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Whumpee held their phone up to the sky, waving it around fruitlessly as they squinted up at the screen, hoping to be blessed by tiny bars of cell service gracing the hotbar of their phone. No such luck. They groaned much too loudly, enough that their friend would overhear and hopefully come to their heroic rescue.

“WhumpeeEERRRRRRR,” they called out, imitating a particularly annoying preschooler they used to hate. “There’s no signal. If you were gonna take me camping in the middle of nowhere, the least you could do is provide high-speed wifi.”

“Mm, yeah, my mistake, many apologies, m’lord.” Whumper deadpanned with a smirk as they scouted out the campsite, matching Whumpee’s banter. “I’ll take you to the Bermuda Triangle next time. Even less service there, so I’ve heard. ”

Whumpee let out an exaggerated gasp. “You wouldn’t! That's it, I’m canceling you on Twitter!”

“Right.” They made their way over to Whumpee, leaning against the car with their arms crossed, head tilted to the side. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that without cell service?”

“As soon as we get the high-speed wifi I requested, it’s over for you.”

“But then you couldn’t cancel me for not getting you wifi because you’ll have wifi, right?”

“Don't try to sway me with such trivial things as facts and logic!” Whumpee decreed hautilily. "You must be punished for your crimes. Your execution will be glorious!”

Whumper grinned despite their exaggerated tough guy act. Whumpee always knew how to make them smile. Their heart had been racing ever since they left, wondering if they were making the right choice here. They could still back out, just have a regular nice, normal camping trip with Whumpee.

But no. Whumper had to bite their lip to not fully oggle at Whumpee as they stood on the edge of the trunk, bantering without a care in the world. A warm all-consuming pressure filled Whumper’s chest and they had to make a physical effort not to squeal like a child when their crush noticed them for the first time. Soon they would have this all the time. This was the right choice.

They jumped up to join Whumpee on the lip of the trunk, awkwardly slouching down under the trunk door proper. “Well, might be kind of hard to execute me if you can’t cancel me in the first place, no?”

“You gonna do somethin’ about it?” Whumpee raised a challenging eyebrow at them. Whumper had to manually remember how to breathe. 

They snatched Whumpee’s phone out of their grasp and lept down from the trunk, sprinting halfway across the campsite and turning around to dangle the phone tauntingly before Whumpee even had a chance to jump down.

“Can’t cancel me without access to the outside world at all, yeah?”

“Oh, fuck you, Whumper!”

“You would!”

Whumpee snorted, jumping down and sprinted toward Whumper, but Whumper took off again in a different direction, so they were still the same distance away by the time Whumpee made it to Whumper’s original spot.

Whumpee blew some air up their face, their bangs fluttering up in the most adorable way. They made their way toward Whumper again, this time walking normally, panting lightly and holding out their hand. “Okay, seriously, I need my phone back please."

Whumper squeezed the phone in a death grip and bit the inside of their cheek, so hard they almost drew blood. They cherished moment, the way their heart fluttered. It may be a while before they and Whumpee could have moments like this again, but after that, life would be nothing but these moments.

Whumpee grabbed onto Whumper's shoulder to leverage themself up to the arm holding their phone toward the sky, but their hand fell just short of reaching. One of the advantages of being the taller one. But then Whumpee used their shoulder as a boost to jump higher, and Whumper had to stumble back to keep the phone away from them. Whumpee’s knees buckled from the sudden absence of Whumper's body to brace the fall and they fell on their ass with a shriek. Oh no. No no no.

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” Whumper yelled, backing up further.

Whumpee hissed. A telltale redness of the eyes betraying held-back tears as they cursed to fire shooting up their tailbone. 

“What was that for?” They demanded, more confused and pained than angry. Even when Whumper accidentally hurt them, they didn't get mad; Whumper could have cried. Whumpee really was perfect, weren’t they?

“Just give me my phone, would ya, man? Jesus, I think I bruised my tailbone or something. We might need to actually call someone now, or go to urgent care…”

“You can’t do that, Whumpee. Sorry.”

Whumpee, for the first time, groaned in annoyance and tilted their chin up at Whumper. That would need correcting later. But even still, the actions made Whumper want to squeeze Whumpee until they popped.

“Why not? You break the cell service on purpose? Or did you actually take me out here to kidnap me, torture me, then leave my remains strewn about the woods so they’d never find me again?” A wry smile crept onto their face again, one which quickly disappeared as soon as Whumper spoke again.

“Well… one out of the three.”

“What?” Their eyes widened into a brief flash of fear before the mask of confusion settled on their features again. Whumper always took the joke too far sometimes. They knew that. With some effort and a clenched jaw, they pushed up to their knees. “Whumper, stop fucking around and help me up. I need to get to a doctor.”

Whumper closed their eyes and took a deep breath, a loud roaring in their ears. No turning back now. 

They threw Whumpee's phone on the ground and smashed the heel of their hiking boot into the fragile glass, and Whumpee cried out, falling out of their precarious squat and straight onto their tailbone, then spasming out so they laid trembling on their side. Whumper stomped on the phone until it more resembled broken spare parts than an actual device, then swished it around in the dirt just to make sure.

Whumpee stared at the dust-bitten parts with wide eyes, mouth agape. Then their fiery gaze shot up and found Whumper. “What the FUCK?! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

Whumper stared at Whumpee, hardly able to breathe. This was it. The Confession.

“I’m sorry I have to do this, Whumpee, but I can’t let anyone else have you anymore. That includes people on your phone. You’re mine. And I’m yours. They might try to get in our way, and if that happens, I wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate the problem entirely. I know you might be in shock right now, but I think you’ll find that in time... I mean, I’ll make sure you never want for anything and no one–... no one will… Are you– Do you need help?...”

Whumpee struggled to their feet with shaky legs, wincing the entire time, breathing heavily, almost like a panic response. They never took their eyes off Whumper. It would have been perfect, except for the terrified and hurt and still slightly disbelieving expression that etched into their features. Whumper tried to go and help them up, but Whumpee practically lept backward, almost toppling over again in the process.

“The fuck?! No, stay away from me! This is– What is this? You’re actually kidnapping me?”

“No, no, Whumpee, look, you’re in shock,” Whumper rushed forward and grabbed them by the forearms to hold them steady. Whumpee tugged away violently, but still, Whumper held them fast. “I have a cabin out here, no one will find us, we’ll go there and we can patch you up and you can–”

“No, no! Let go of me Whumper, let me go, I don’t want to be kidnapped! Let me go, please, please I can’t– I can’t– please–... don’t–…”

Whumpee was getting hysterical, their breaths shallow and fast, their face so much whiter than normal and tears falling freely down their cheeks. This was all wrong. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

Thankfully, Whumper was always prepared. As gently as possible, they wrenched Whumpee’s arm downward and Whumpee collapsed to their knees at Whumper’s feet. Whumper slipped the syringe out of their pocket. A pre-measured dose. Just for Whumpee.

“Whumpee, you’re hysterical. I’m going to put you to this’ll help you relax, almost like you’re asleep. You won’t be able to move, but know you’ll always be safe from now on. With me.”

Whumpee tried to tug away from Whumpers iron grip, breath hitching intensely as they unsuccessfully tried to back up, shaking their head and pleading, “No–, no no no–, I don't–, please don’t, just– let me go–  I don’t– stop, stop, stop stop no stop stopstopstopSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP PLEASE!!”

Then they plunged the needle into Whumpee’s arm, more forcefully than they meant to. Whumpee was starting to get on their nerves. They let out a strangled cry, still trying desperately to pull away, struggling with all their might. Until they couldn’t anymore. They swallowed, doing their damnedest to fight the drug overpowering their body, slowly shutting them down. All that did was work the poison around their body faster. Their actions slowly got weaker and weaker until they collapsed into Whumper’s arms, eyes slowely blinking and unfocused, barely seeing through the fog.

Whumper smiled down into Whumpee’s eyes, scooping them up into a bridal carry, their head lolling against their chest.

“See, isn’t that better? Let’s go home and get those injuries all fixed up for you. I’ll make sure you get settled in nice and snug. You’ll love it… I’m so glad we’re finally going through with this. I’d be lost without you, dear. And you’d be lost without me.”

#whumptober2023 #no.10 #lyric #broken phone #stranded #OC #fic #needles #whump #whump writing #whumpee #whump scenario #writeblr #whumper #yandere whumper #yandere #yes yes i know im late #i had this great idea but didnt have the spoons for it until now #sue me lol #this ones a bit different from my usual but damn #i should do yandere whumpers more often