Call of oneshots

Bale x Reader

Soft kisses
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Y/N always saw Dmitry as a gentle man, always with those soft eyes. Whenever a bird flew by he threw some seeds or bread at it, watching it flock away to its young.

Whenever he looked at her, he gave her a smile under all of that headgear and mask. Y/N always panicked inside of course, but what would you expect? Its bale.

She normally hung out with spetsnaz, warming up to all its members. She mostly felt like the odd duckling, the one that didnt belong. With everything spiraling around, she keeps finding herself shooting bottles to relieve pain.

No one spoke to her unless needed anyway.

Recently shes gotten hurt, badly. Hospitalized. She lay bedridden for about her first couple hours. No one had visited, almost like no one cared.

She stared at the blank, white ceiling, wishing atleast a bird flew by. But nevertheless, the sun started to set.

She stared at her punctured leg that had a bandage over the wound. Almost like her own bullet had deceived her, it had bounced off the target and back into her thigh.

She tried moving it, but instead winced in pain.

"Dont move, Y/N, itll sting more." She heard a familiar voice that made her heart race.

"What, you thought i wasnt coming to see you?" Dmitry looked into her eyes, smiling under his ski mask.

Y/N opened her mouth to say something. She turned back and closed her mouth, knowing not even thankful words would come out.

"Shh." Dmitry put a finger to her lips right as she opened her mouth again. Her face flushed red, watching him pull down his ski mask to be more comfy.

"..why did you visit me?" Y/N finally spoke, softly with remorse.

"Why wouldnt i? I care." He looked confused.

"No one else came by. I don't wanna sound..selfish but...i didnt think anyone cared about me." She couldnt make eye contact with him. Everyone was probably tired or even hurt themselves.

"Y/N." He called her name again.

On instinct she looked at him, accidentally meeting his gaze. His soft eyes, she recollected. The soft features on his face, the way every word came out. It was all perfect.

He leaned in, and so did she, meeting in the middle. And she was correct on this too, his soft kisses. His gentle hands roamed to her face, holding her in place for him to kiss.

"Y/N i love you, please..dont think i didnt care, lyublov." (Love) his eyes slimmed, sparkling from the now settled sun.

"I love you too, Dmitry. Im sorry." Y/N rested her forehead against his.

"Dont be sorry." He smiled, his gloved hands still on her face.

"Can you give me one last kiss?"

He nodded, landing it on her nose. She blushed heavily, not expecting something so cute from him.

"Goodbye, Dear." He smiled, walking out of her room.

Y/N was quick to fall asleep, feeling something shes always wanted right with her.