Summary: In the heated passion of a fight, Sam pushes you as far away from himself as he can muster; but it isnât until you finally take the hint and leave him that heâs forced to face the real reason behind it all.
Pairing: Sam Drake x ReaderÂ
Word Count: 2,236
Warnings: ANGST. Just⊠yeah, just some angst. And also freezing cold rain.Â
A/N: I am so, so, so SORRY for how long Iâve been gone. I miss you guys so much! I hope youâre all doing amazing and that this little oneshot can make up for some of the time Iâve been AWOL. Please send asks or messages and let me know how youâre doing! Link me to stories if anybodyâs lookinâ for feedback, Iâd love to get some reading in!!
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âWhat do you want from me?â he begged. âWhat do you want me to say? You want me to make sense of this to you, want me to put it together for you?â He stepped slowly forward, closing the distance between you. Your heart raced, your face flushed, anger filling every vein. âWhyâs that my job, huh? Whyâm I supposed to know, supposed to tell it to you?â
âShut up, Sam,â you warned. Your hand out, stopping him at his chest. His feet still advancing. Yours retreating.
âAnd why canât you figure it out for yourself? Why? Is it cuz youâre full of shit, is it cuz youâre not smart enough? Are you dumb or somethinâ?â
âShut your mouth,â you snapped, teeth clenching, body shaking.
âAre you blind, is there somethinâ wrong with you?â he pressed, his eyes never leaving yours, boring into you, breaking you, refusing to let up, refusing to back off, even as your back met the cool wooden front door of that musty motel room. âWhat is it, baby, whatâs the matter with you? Why wonât you fucking get it?â
âI said, shut the fuck up!â With both hands pressing to his chest, you shoved at him, with all your strength, throwing him away from you, tearing the air between you apart.
He was breathless as he stumbled back, his eyes only leaving you long enough for him to catch himself at the wall with a hand to his side. Your eyes now the ones reaching into his soul and crushing it down until it struggled for air.
Itâs been a crazy month, and maybe the stress has finally caught up to you. This pregnancy has been toughâand you didnât really take it easy. Everything had to be perfect. Ready. Having a baby on your own was a huge decision, but one you were at peace with.
Wanting to be the best mom you could be, you worked hard to find a writing contract that allowed you to work from home. You made yourself a promise: this child would never feel alone. Not having a father wouldnât leave a hole in their heart. Youâd make sure of that. Youâd be enough.
Two months ago, you called Helena. She was thrilled to hear from youâand surprised. Since you broke up with Sam and left the cottage for the city, you hadnât seen her. She didnât even know you were pregnant.
When she asked why you couldnât join Nathan on a research trip, her tone was suspicious.
âY/N, donât tell me youâre not even a little curious about what weâd find in Mexico? Nathan has solid contacts there. Heâd go with you, introduce you to Charlie Cutter. Youâd do the research together. Iâd pay for everything. You could write the storyâyour story. It would be perfect. Youâre brilliant in the field.â
âYou know⊠I prefer just the writing now. Iâve lived enough adventures to fill ten lifetimes. I could write for years with all the things weâve seen. You stopped going on those trips yourself.â
âThatâs different. I have a two-year-old now.â She laughed. âWhatâs your excuse?â
âYours is a pretty good one,â you murmured. âBut me⊠I donât feel the call for risk anymore. This past year was⊠intense. I want to write. Make a living. Breathe without the constant fear of dying.â
âI donât recognize you, Y/N⊠What happened this year exactly?â
A pause. âIs this about the breakup with Sam? You left so fast. You shouldnât have gone through that alone. Nathan and I were there for you.â
âFor Sam too,â you replied gently. âI just⊠needed distance. To recover.â
You hesitated before daring to ask:
âHow is he? Sam, I mean⊠is he okay?â
You immediately regretted it. You didnât need the answer.
âHonestly? Itâs been rough. He kept saying he didnât understand. Blamed himself for the breakup. Nathan said heâd never seen him like that. Even though you told him you werenât ready for something serious⊠it felt off. Like something Sam wouldâve said beforeâbut this time, I think he believed he could be that guy.â
âBut heâs not, Helena. Sam needs his freedom. Heâs always said so. He used to tell meâagain and againâthat the whole family thing wasnât for him. And I⊠I respected that. Thatâs why I left. It felt like a dead end. I knew deep down I wanted more. I used to be too attached. Leaving was self-protection.â
âStill, Y/N⊠you disappeared. We were all in shock. We lost you too.â
A wave of emotion surged. Tears welled up and spilled freely down your cheeks.
âI know,â you whispered. âI have to live with that decision.â
âHelena, I canât talk about this anymore. It confuses me.â
You hung up.
You tightened your French coat around you as the wind picked up, closing your eyes to feel its caress. A moment of peace. Thenâ
âY/N?â
That voice. So familiar it stopped your heart.
It couldnât be. You opened your eyes slowly.
Sam stood in front of you.
âSam⊠Whatâhow?â
âItâs good to see you too.â He gave you a tentative smile.
âNo really, Sam, what are you doing here? Donât tell me this is a coincidence.â
âItâs not. I needed to know if you were okay. Helena was worried. And⊠I donât need much of an excuse to see you. I promise Iâm not here to make things harder. I just needed to see for myself.â
He stepped closer.
âSo⊠are you okay, Y/N?â
âSam.â Your voice softened, wary. âA text wouldâve been enough.â
Just then, a gust of wind swept your coat openârevealing your pregnant belly.
âWhoa,â Sam gasped, stepping back. His eyes locked on your stomach, frozen.
âYouâre⊠Howâ?â
âWell, Iâm sure you know how it works, Sam.â
You smiled nervously, watching his confusion. He hadnât connected the dots.
âWhat I mean is⊠Iââ
You couldnât finish. For eight months youâd acted like you had it all under control. But in that moment, it all felt wrong. You couldnât run anymore.
âYouâre pregnantâŠâ Samâs voice was barely a whisper. âWhoâs the father?â
You met his eyes, full of sorrow.
âSam⊠Iâm nine months pregnant.â
He pressed a hand to his chest, as if a blade had just pierced his heart.
âMine?â he whispered.
âSam, Iâm so sorry. I was scaredâŠâ
Sam didnât speak. He stared at your belly, then covered his mouth with both hands, shaking his head.
âI never planned for this. And I know I handled it terribly. But you always said you werenât built for family. That you werenât like your brother. That you needed freedom. I wanted to respect that. I wasnât sure what I wanted either, but being with you felt right. The best part of my life. When I found out⊠I was terrified youâd leave and Iâd hate you. And I didnât want to hate you, Sam.â
âSay something, pleaseâŠâ
He stepped toward you.
âIâm sorry, Y/N.â
His voice trembled.
âIâm sorry you didnât feel safe enough to tell me. Iâm sorry you thought you had to go through this alone.â
You froze. That wasnât the reaction youâd expected. You searched his face. But before you could answer, a sudden jolt of pain tore through you. You screamed.
Your water had broken. You fell to your knees, and Sam caught you.
âIâve got you, babe.â
He held you tight. His presence, his warmthâit all came rushing back.
âY/N, Iâm here.â
His eyes locked on yours, intense and unwavering.
Heâd almost lost you. He knew it now.
âSam⊠you donât have to be here. I donât want you to feel obligatedââ
Another contraction cut you off.
âOkay, okay, itâs time.â
He whistled for a taxi.
At the hospital, when the nurse asked if he was the father, Sam looked at you, then said with a soft smile:
âYes. Yes, I am.â
You reached out to caress his cheek. He held your hand against him like it was the only thing grounding him.
Later, when your baby girl was placed in your arms, the doctor quietly exited, leaving just the two of you.
Sam stood there, unsure.
He had been your rock through labor. But now, silence had fallen. He didnât know what to do.
You kissed your daughter gently and turned to him. With a nod, you invited him to sit.
Sam ran a hand through his hair, overwhelmed, then sat beside you.
âAre you okay?â you whispered.
âMe?â He let out a shaky laugh. âYouâre the one who just did the impossible. Youâre⊠Youâre the toughest woman in the universe. I mean it, Y/N. That was... Iâve never seen anything like it. Youâre incredible.â
He looked into your eyes.
âYouâre amazing. And I was an idiot for not realizing it sooner.â
He turned toward the baby, eyes soft.
âDo you want to hold her?â
âMore than anything,â he choked out.
âYouâll have to kiss me first.â
Tears filled his eyes. He leaned in, kissed youâsoft, tender, full of everything unsaid. One hand cupped your neck. Then he pressed his forehead to yours.
âI love you.â
Your tears flowed. The first time you ever heard him say those words.
âSo⊠you forgive me?â you teased, voice trembling.
He kissed you again.
âI missed you so much, Sam. Iâm sorry I hurt you. I love you. I love you so, so much.â
He wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb.
âHere,â you whispered. âTake her. Sheâs your beautiful daughter.â
Like a treasure, he held her in his arms, mesmerized.
âOf all the things Iâve seen in my life, nothing comes close to this,â he whispered to her.
âNothing is as precious as you.â
He looked at you again.
âNothing matters more than you two. Not anymore.â
You rested your head on his shoulder, eyes heavy with exhaustion.
âYou should rest,â he murmured, kissing your temple.
âIâve got you. Iâve got you both.â
Every time I start a story I wonder how the ⊠I will have the courage to post it. You guys are just amazing. All of you inspired me so much. I still working hard on my writing and my english. Reading you and writing to you are a great experience. Thanks.
Summary: Itâs cold in the Slave I tonight and while we try to get warm, confession are made.
Todayâs inspiration for my next fiction. Writing for Boba itâs a pleasure but for sure a Temuera fiction starts to taking form in my mind. The energy from his look... I mean...
Soooooo, First time I share my mind here. First, you got to know Iâm French, working my ass off to learn how to write in English. So if itâs sounds weird sometimes you know why. Second, please be nice. Last, editing not perfect.
Summary:Â Itâs cold in the Slave I tonight and while we try to get warm, confession are made.
Pairing: Boba Fett x Reader
Warnings: a lot of kissing and sweet sex
Words: 1502 (canât believe I did that)
Inside the slave I
The night is icy cold. You shivering and Boba notice. He approaches you and gives you an other blanket.Â
âWait, this is your blanket.â
âDonât worry about me. Use it.âÂ
You were so cold you did not feel guilty about taking it. You put the blanket over yours and up to your nose. It smells like him. It makes you feel a little safer and your body relaxes. You look at Boba, heâs working on the machinery trying to fix the heater problem.
You wake up a couple of hours later. You see Boba sitting next to you, eyes close, arms cross on his chest. He does not have his armour, as the metal probably keep him cold. His head hiding in the hood of his black outfits. But still, he shivering a little. You stand up and moving close to him. Carefully putting both blankets on you two. He wakes up and sees you so close to him. Bobaâs looking at you, understanding what you are doing. He tells himself how beautiful you are and how awkward he feels being alone with you in the middle of a cold night.
You turn your head and realize heâs awake and looking at you. You smile. For a moment you just look at each other. You felt a strange energy. You donât understand why you suddenly feel shy.
âIâm sorryâ you say quitting his gaze. âI know youâre cold too so letâs share the blankets and warm each other or we are not gonna survive this night. Ifâs ok with you?â
You try to read his regard. He just nods.
âSo donât mind if Iâm getting closer to you?â You ask while you pressing your body next to him holding his left arm on your chest, like a pillow and you put your head on his shoulder.
 Boba finally breaks his silence. âI always thought I made you uncomfortable.â
âWhy would you say that?âÂ
âI saw you watching my scares. I disgusted you.âÂ
âYou care about your appearance. Well, Iâm learning something new about you every dayâ
Boba smirked and take back his arm from your pillow grip. Before you could say anything he pulling you complete next to him and wrap you with his strong arms. You exhale of relieve, understanding he is not angry and you wrap him as well with your arms. Your head on his chest you can hear his heart beating fast. You hearth kinda start beating faster too. Maybe the intimate moment that you share. You always like Boba and heâs always been so nice and patient to you. The way he always looks right into your eyes when he is talking to you or when he is listening to you. You always feel special. And you certainly donât want him to think that he makes you uncomfortable.Â
âYour scars never bother me. You should know that. I never meant to stare I even think that it makes you look badass. And I like it.â
Boba chuckles softly.
You start to feel warm finally. Your two bodies finally produce heat.
âBut I ask myself how someone could ever survive such a thing. I hope it doesnât hurt you anymoreâ
âOnly in my nightmareâ Boba saidÂ
That answer just hurt you. Poor Boba. You could not imagine what he had to endure. How lonely he most felt all those years.
âIâm so sorry Boba. Such an unfair path you hadâ you said softly Â
âDonât be sorry for me. And since youâre around y/n, I had fewer of those bad dreams.â
You turn your head to face him. You are so close to his face that yours noses almost touch. His eyes again look through you. You try to understand the meaning of that last comment. You smile softly. Bobaâs look was calm with a light smile but in his eyes, you detect a little panic. Very subtle but you start to know Boba, he never seems to not have control. You were both exhausted, cold and the last days was not easy. Maybe you looking too much for nothing. Indeed having someone around daily must have changing his mind. You decide to say nothing. You put back your head on his chest. You feel him release a shaky exhale.Â
Now warmer, a feeling of safety going through your body. You notice that he is holding you tighter.
âBoba?â
âY/N.â You smile. You love how he pronounces your name.
âYou make me feel safe.âÂ
âAnd you, y/n, you make me feel..âÂ
You lift your head, wandering whatâs the end of that sentence. You look at him. Â
âI mean..â he starts to say worried of your reaction to his half confession. He just want to say you that you make him feel alive. You lean to him and put a light kiss on his lips. You stay on his lips a second wondering if you did a mistake but Boba put his hand in the back of your neck to pull you in a more long intense kiss. His passionate kiss makes you feel a wave of warmth in your body. You kiss again and again till he stops and puts his forehead on yours, you both taking your breath back.
âI wish for that moment for a while y/n.â Saying that he started to kiss you again. While your lips and now your tongues learn to know each other you turn your all body to face him and get on him. You retreat from his kissing a small moment and you put your hand on his face. He closes his eyes. The feeling of your hands on his scars makes all the pain goes away. Boba put his hand on yours. Touching his face itâs for him such a big deal. Nobody touches him since he gets out of the Sarlacc. The touch of your hand on him makes him realize how alone heâs been all these years. He opens his eyes fill with water, a tear falling on one of his cheeks.
âYou deserve so much Bobaâ you murmur at him.
âI just want you y/nâ says Boba in a little sob.
You give him a passionate kiss. Bobaâs holding you so thigh, afraid that you would vanish.
âBoba I want you to. I want you so much.â While saying that your hand reaching the inside of his pant. The moment you touching his sex his heart skip a beat. He grabs your face.
-Y/N itâs been so long since I haveâŠ
You kiss him again
âSo youâll have to trust me. Do you want this Boba?â
Boba nods slowly. You take off your pants. With his arms in your back, slowly lay you down on your back while still kissing you. Over you now, he put his face in your neck breathing your smell and asking himself if he was dreaming. With your hand on his neck and face, you realize how much you care for him and how nobody made you feel like he does in this very moment. Boba starts to push himself in you. There are no words to explain how you both feel at this very moment. You both looking deeply into each other eyes feeling like you were just one.
Boba keeps a moderate pace as he doesnât want to finish quickly. Itâs been a while since heâs been so intimate with women. And the few last time did not involve any feelings.
Your body canât keep from trembling as his sex keep penetrate you. It never felt so great with others. Your two body was made for each other. Boba feels that you are so close to coming. You have difficulty to say his name and your breath get short. You beg him not to stop. He knows heâs about to come to. His space is now more vigorous. Your legs are tight around him. He put his face back in the hollow of your neck. As you screaming your orgasm he felt an explosion in his body. He slowly put his head on your breast, finding back his senses and listening to your heart racing.Â
Your body still trembling from that orgasm. You put your arm around Boba who rests on your chest. Your hand and fingers moving around his head and tracing some of the scars.
Boba, emotional, wondering why you let him share this moment.
âAm I dreaming?â he said softly turning his head toward you.
âI was asking myself the same.â you tease him.Â
Boba stretches his neck to reach your lips. You kiss him again like the first time. You felt him almost liquify under your kiss.Â
âYou make me lose myselfâ he murmur you.
Boba gets back next to you where he wraps you close to him with his arms while you pulling back the blanket on you both. You put back your head on him and close your eyes. You know that no dreams will be better than that moment.
Hi! This is my first time ever bringing into the open something Iâve written. (if anybody even sees this) I hope there isnât too much weird shit going on with the grammar or words, since English isnât my first language. Feel free to give me feedback if you will, it would be very helpful!
I think the best word to describe my text is fluff. Hank wakes up next to the reader after a night together and he is full of fear, unless the reader drives it all away. The text is also gender neutral! Itâs short but I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading and sharing the love for Hank :D <3
Hank opened his eyes and at that second he felt your warm body against his. He was wondering what the hell was happening, but then he remembered the events of last night.
Fuck.
He noticed his hand wrapped around your waist and that you were still asleep. You both were naked between the sheets and that fact made the butterflies in Hankâs stomach go crazy, despiting the fact that you pretty damn well saw each other naked last night. Â It was dark in the bedroom, streetlight only perking throught the curtains. He really didnât want to move his arm anywhere, but he was afraid of your upcoming reaction. What if you would regret it? What if you would just want to leave and forget it all?
He felt his heart pounding. You two really werenât supposed to do something like that. You were co-workerks and - shit, you were almost thirty years younger than him. Hank sighed and he heard how his breath was quite trembling. He wished you could wake up so you two would get over this and he would get his verdict.
Hank watched you sleeping and couldnât help but to think about how stunning you looked. Carefully, he leant his head towards yours so he could smell your hair.
At that moment, you started mumbling and Hank froze. You brought your hand under his arm, touching his side and put your palm on his shoulder blade.
âMorningâ, you whispered and chuckled a little. Hank was still frozen, unsure about what to do. âDid you sleep well?â you asked and caressed his shoulder with your fingers. Cold shivers ran down his spine, his heart was definitely digging itself out of his chest.
âYeah, did you?â Hank stammered. He tenderly tightened his hold around your waist, becoming more confident about the situation. At least you didnât seem to be regretting, not just yet. So he wanted to let it flow.
âYep, itâs comfortable around hereâ, you muttered and took your hand off his shoulder, bringing it to his chest. Hank was sure you could feel his heart run, and hear it.
âGoodâ, Hank answered and  tried to keep himself together. He surely hoped he wasnât just dreaming this. âIs it okay if I kiss you?â
Hank startled a little, but within a nanosecond, he answered: âYeah, yes.â
You smiled widely and put your lips on his, kissing him softly. Hank, without noticing himself, pulled you closer and deepened the kiss. He felt happiness filling his every cell, he wanted this moment to last forever. He was almost desperate, because the fear of you leaving hadnât faded.
You put your hand on his cheek and aparted to say something with a heavy breath: âI think I forgot to say it last night, but youâre a very good kisser.â
Hank hoped you couldnât see his face flushing in the darkness, and he muttered back: âYouâre not so bad yourself.â
You gave a little laughter and kissed him briefly again.
âSo - you ainât leaving? I mean, I donât want you to leave, I just - you can leave if you want but -â Hank stammered and wanted to kick himself, since he had to be so bad with expressing hisfuckingself, especially with the person he really adored.
âIâm not leaving, Iâm having really good time right nowâ, you said and caressed his cheek, looking him into his blue eyes. You knew what he meant.
âGood - because, I feel the sameâ, Hank answered with smile growing on his face, putting his forehead against yours.
You didnât say anything, but with another deep kiss you told it all. Your plan was to never leave him.
The chances you two had time to be alone were few and far in between. Hank had his stressful job as a homicide detective as you had your job. Letâs not forget a certain android sent by Cyberlife who always seems to come to talk to Hank at the wrong time.
There was hardly any time for each other. Hank could hardly count the times he had come home at the end of a long shift to dinner waiting for him in the fridge with cute notes youâd like to write that made him smile and then to find you plum-tuckered out in bed with Sumoâs large body covering half of your smaller frame.
But tonight was not one of those nights.
Hank pounded above you, his hips languid and strong. His eyes with wide blown pupils focused below him where you and he connected as one. A hand grasped the sheet next to your head, the other cupped around your ribcage just under your breast, and your legs thrown over his shoulders.
His hot breath fanned over your face, the heat he provided mixed with the heavy, humid air in the bedroom and you thought you could smell a hint of spearmint. The drill of his hips was beginning to be unbearable as you were nearing your climax fast. Hank wouldnât be able to last much longer either.
He paused his movements, pulling all the out until the swollen tip rubbed at your soft folds before pushing back in. He regained his speed and the sound of smacking skin and his heavy balls hitting your ass echoed through the room.
âHank,â you called softly. You reached for him and pressed your hand to his cheek. He instantly stopped, fearing he had messed up. His eyes finally meeting yours for the first time that night. âPlease allow me to see your face. I want to see your eyes on me before we finish,â you whispered, suddenly feeling shy and over-exposed but you held your ground.
Shifting up, you removed your shaky legs from his shoulders and pulled yourself into his lap, never once having him pull out. Hank leaned his face into your hand when you scratched his scruffy beard and slowly began to lift and drop yourself onto him. Your foreheads were pushed together, your hands on his cheeks and noses brushing together.
Hank hooked his large arms underneath the backs of your thighs and lifted you up, your legs dangling over his forearms as he started his fervent pace once more. Your moans spurred him on and soon enough, he was thrusting like his life depended on it. His breathing was heavy, you let out a soft squeak when you found your release, body freezing in place as the waves washed over you, your mouth open in a moan.
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The pungent smell of old alcohol and unwashed dishes attacked your nose the moment you entered his home. It had only been a few days since you last visited yet Hank still managed to turn his house into a complete pigsty.
You sighed deeply as you shut the door and locked it. Before you could take a step further in, the sound of paws trotting on the ground caught your attention.
âHey, Sumo!â You cooed as you felt your mood skyrocket. The dog whined in pleasure as you scratched behind his ears, his tail wagged so hard his entire body was shaking. âWhereâs Hank, hmm?â
Sumo gave a little hop before running over to the kitchen. Figures Hank would be there. As you approached the kitchen, you felt a strong sense of dread in your stomach. You were afraid you might see what youâd witnessed a long time ago.
You stepped into the kitchen, your eyes immediately darting to the dining table, where the gun would be if he was using it. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders when you saw that the tabletop was empty. You breathed a deep sigh of relief, unaware that youâd been holding your breath in the first place.
While Hank was alive, he wasnât conscious, however. He was slumped over the round dining table, an empty bottle of beer sat in his hand. Sumo nudged at his knee but he didnât wake up.
Deciding to let him sleep a little more, you began to tidy the house up. As you picked up trash and did the laundry, you recalled the first â and last â time you caught him playing Russian Roulette.
Youâd just begun dating back then, to be honest, you werenât even sure if you guys were officially dating at all. Regardless, you were head-over-heels for him, and he you, so you found yourself visiting his home and sleeping over often.Â
That night, youâd gotten his favourite Chinese takeout and was excited to spend the weekend with him. You remember knocking on his door several times but receiving no response. Just out of curiosity, you twisted the doorknob and felt your stomach drop and you discovered it was unlocked. Anticipating the worst, you rushed in, calling his name.
âHank!â You felt tears prickle in your eyes when there was no response, not even Sumo came to you. âHank, are you okââ You felt yourself freeze upon entering the kitchen.
The love of your life was sitting at his dining table, in a daze, with a gun pointed at his own head. He didnât seem to notice your presence but after youâd called out his name so many times, you knew that wasnât possible so he was definitely ignoring you. You watched, your body feeling extremely cold all of a sudden, as he spun the barrel of the gun before pointing it back towards his temple.Â
In a split second, your body moved on its own volition. You leaped forwards, your arms stretched out before you as you grabbed the hand that held the weapon. As you pointed it towards the ceiling, you heard a click and then a bang.
Dried bits of cement and dust rained down from the ceiling where a fresh bullet hole now sat. You swore your heart had stopped beating as you felt your ears ring from the close proximity to the gunshot.
Hank dropped the gun as you took a step back, your hands covering your mouth instinctively. You took in a breath you didnât know you were holding as you felt yourself start to shake from shock and sadness.
The older man watched, he himself in a daze, as you began to sob. You cried your heart out in front of him, your head hung low as your entire being shook uncontrollably.
âWhat were you thinking?â You screamed, snapping him out of his daze. âWhy did you want toâ to kill yourself?!â Your head snapped up to look him in the eye. Hank felt his heart shatter into pieces when he saw how red your eyes had become and how much sadness was in them.
He opened his mouth but couldnât bring himself to say anything. Never before had he ever felt so utterly disgusted with himself.
âSay something!ââ
â(Y/N)?â You jumped as you felt a hand rest on your shoulder. You looked down at your hands and realised you were holding a cup of washing detergent above the open washing machine.Â
Thatâs right, youâd been doing chores.
You turned around to find your face just centimeters away from Hankâs. Smiling, you pecked his lips, âgood evening.â
Hankâs cheeks flushed red as his lips twitched, his attempts at stifling a smile failing miserably. âYou donât have to do my chores for me, (Y/N),â he said, a sentence you heard one too many times.
âI know,â you replied, pouring the powdered detergent into the machine before placing the cup back into its respective container. You then turned your entire body around so that you were facing him completely.
âYou seemed in a daze just now,â Hank spoke softly, his hands rubbing your arms, sending goosebumps all over your skin.
âI was just thinking about⊠stuff,â your attempt at avoiding the subject failed horribly. You could see his eyes gloss over as Hank recalled the dreaded memory. He rested his forehead against your shoulder, you could feel his breath tickling the side of your chest.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered. âNot a day goes by I donât regret what I did that day.â His hands were now holding yours, his thumbs rubbed against your skin comfortingly.
You leaned your temple against his, âno need to apologise,â you tried to control your shaky voice as a wave of sadness washed over you once more. âIâm just happy that youâre alive and getting better.â
His head left the comfort of your shoulder as he looked back up at you. Hankâs eyes were still teary but he was smiling. His hands reached up to hold your face in between them gently. He gazed at you like he was trying to memorise every detail of your face.Â
Smiling back at him, you idly reached up to touch his hair. You cringed and stuck your tongue out when you realised how greasy it was.
âHank, honey, I love you,â you say, stifling a laugh as your nose crinkled, âbut you need to go take a shower.â
He chuckled gruffly before pulling you into a hug in which you tried desperately to not let your face touch his gross hair. You couldnât help but giggle as he held you in a vice grip, not giving you any chance to escape his clutches.
âHank! Youâre so gross,â you whined, still trying to wriggle out of his arms. You stopped only when your lips were suddenly captured in his. You remained still as you returned his kiss. He was being so uncharacteristically gentle you felt as though you needed to savour it properly.
Eventually, the two of you broke the kiss in favour of breathing. You then told him to shower, only managing to convince him when you said youâd sleep over for the night.
As Hank headed towards his bedroom to get some clean clothes, he recalled the events of the night you saved his life.
âSay something!â You demanded at the top of your lungs, your voice was getting hoarse. You were breathing so quickly you felt yourself getting lightheaded.
âI ââ Hank sputtered. He was at a loss for words.Â
Why did you look so horrified?Â
Did you care for him that much?Â
How was it possible for someone to care about him, of all people, so greatly?
âH-how would you feel,â you asked shakily, âif I took that gun and sh-shot myself right now?â
It was then Hank knew why you reacted to him the way you did; why you seemed like you were slowly dying as you glared at him and the now empty gun that was in his hand. It was because when Hank imagined you with a gun pointed at your own head, he felt like dying, too.
Hank was speechless but you knew then that he understood. You held out your arms shakily, begging for a hug. He was in your grasp just a second later, the gun now abandoned on the dining table.
The sound of your shaky breath was comforting to him, as were the feeling of your arms wrapped firmly around him. You hugged him like your life depended on it and he hugged you exactly the same way.Â
Every time he credited you with saving his life, youâd humbly correct him, saying that you only saved him only once but every other day he was alive was all his own effort.
Hank never told you how wrong he thought you were. You seemed so proud of him and he never had the heart to tell you that every single day you were the one saving his life, piece by piece, just with your love.
