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Good Fences (Fluffuary #10)
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FEB10: Reassurance
Last night had been… everything.
The way that he had made love in you had been unlike anything you’d ever experienced in your whole life. It was your first time together, but it was as if he knew your inner thoughts and hopes and dreams and desires. If you needed more, or less, he gave it to you.
He bathed you in his love, sore and filthy as he was, unshaven and unkempt from his long tour, his dog tags warming themselves as they danced across your bare chest. What he couldn’t deliver with his fiercely strong hands, he gave you with his body, using himself like a brush to paint you into a scene of beauty.
John had shown you parts of yourself you’d never noticed before, celebrating your tiniest details like he was combing a wide beach, picking up the gleaming, salty shells and admiring their smooth nacre, revealing each piece of you with wonder.
When you cried out for him, he sighed from your pleasure, as if your bliss was his bliss. It was like he could feel what he was doing to you, bound to you by some ancient spell, fully entranced by your trembling, pulsing joy.
But, now that you were awake and he slept soundly against your naked form, his cheek heavy on your bare breast, all of the memories of your ex came hunting for you. He hated staying over, and he had made you believe all men hated it. He had never stayed, and the idea that John would make a similarly quick exit made your heart hurt.
You tried so hard not to wake him up, endeavoring to still your breathing, hoping he wouldn’t leave you once his eyelashes fluttered into the shining sunlight streaming into your room.
He grunted, pulling you tighter to his chest, rubbing his hands across your soft belly, encircling you like a warm trap.
“You awake, pretty girl?” His already deep register was nearly a growl as the roughness of his morning voice rumbled through your hollow ribs.
“Yeah, do you need to head back to your place?” You whispered, trying to hold back your regret. But, it was no use. He heard your uncertainty and rolled over you, pinning you down with his weight.
“Hey,” he furrowed his brow, “You alright? Talk to me.”
You tucked your arms under his chest, letting him squish you, cocooned in his furry body,
“Yeah, but he…” You waited to make sure John knew which he you were talking about, “He would always rush out. I wasn’t sure if –”
“No,” John lifted himself up so he could pet your cheek, “Love, if you want me to go, I’ll go. But, otherwise, I’m here to stay. And if I’m bloody honest, it would take a fuckin’ act of God to get me out of this bed right now.”
You smiled, turning your face to kiss his fingers,
“I don’t want you to go.”
“Then, I’ll stay,” he purred, smiling down at you, kissing your neck until you sighed, relaxing under him and letting him love you, fully assured that he was with you because he wanted to be.
He whispered against your skin as he ventured lower, kissing the soft, supple skin of your breasts,
“You know this isn’t casual for me, don’t you? I’m proper serious about you, love. Is that alright?”
“I feel the same way, John,” you looked down at him and he met your gaze, smiling with you, looking pleased and a little mischievous.
“Then, settle in, pretty girl. Not finished with you, yet.”
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okkotsui · 1 year
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miya osamu ⇄ fieriness.
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synopsis : rich bf!osamu that understands your situations, creating an emotional bond because that is what you always do and one of them is finding out what you are feeling.
tags / warnings : gender–neutral!reader, fluff, a bit of a jealous reader, just literally full of emotional developments with each other.
author’s notes : miya osamu’s love language is all of them, no one can tell me otherwise (there is no favoritism here /s)
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osamu always reminds himself to check up on you when he gets home from work or when he is accomplished working at his shop when the day ends whenever you assist him at the store.
it’s not that you are emotionally available, you can’t just identify what you are feeling and are sometimes overwhelmed on any occasion when something happens.
when the two of you got together, he seems the one who doesn’t show emotions but— you thought very wrong, it was the way around. well, you can feel and show emotions but you just cannot comprehend them and osamu, the service dom that he is, helped you at his inordinately best.
it was his goal, to heal your inner child as he knew that you’ve been overlooked as a child, he wants to help you to be whole, with him until you two got married in the future.
it was just another at the shop, it was packed with people until closing time but you couldn’t help but notice— this is not the first time and would be the last time that some customers started to be touchy with him and then attempted to flirt with him that just makes your blood boil and stomach churn.
osamu notices it, without a doubt— like the usual observant man that he is. he know’s what’s up, from your silent treatment to short replies to your conversation, it was obvious just from your body language.
just after the closing, he called you to his office where he was arranging his papers which you obliged to sit down. he looked at you with a softened gaze every time he was questioning how you were feeling.
“baby, what are you feeling?” he started, he sat in front of you, holding your hand softly as you sighed, shrugging your shoulders whilst pouting at him.
“i don’t know, ‘samu. i’m having mixed feelings but i know that i’m jealous...” you whispered the latter and of course, he was right.
“i know baby, saw it earlier, you can‘t hide that from me.” he chuckled, kissing your forehead as he caressed your cheeks tenderly.
“am i too obvious?” you asked, your eyes already weary from helping him around as he hummed, nodding.
“you know that i won’t replace you, ever. there would be no next girlfriend of mine.” you pouted, a little bit convinced by his words.
truth to be told, osamu truly believes that you are his soulmate, the one who will grow old with him, spoil you to death and be together in the afterlife, he was down bad for you the first time he was interested in you.
“don’t look at me like that, baby. you already know how much love i’ve given you ever since, right? it won’t change— ever.”
your brightening eyes and lashes fluttered at desperation from his voice to affirm you as if it is a medicine that is healing your heart purely from everything. he looked at you adoringly as if you were his most precious gem— capturing it with his whole heart. no matter what you say or look, the love in his eyes won’t go away, you will always look beautiful to him.
sad to say, he was wrapped around your finger— so tight that he refused to let go.
he is not that great with words as he believed that they should be shown with actions, not just with words and he did not miss anything when it comes to that.
“i’m sorry if you felt that way, i also hate it when they disrespect our boundaries, i’ll stop them and let them know they’re disdaining our relationship, i hate it.” he sighed, shaking his head to avoid the negative aura around you two.
“it’s not your fault, it’s okay, you don’t have to say or do anything, it’s that customer’s fault” you replied, holding his hand as he indulged it, feeling your hands once him.
“we cannot control the people and things around us, ‘samu, it’s okay.” you gave him a tired sweet smile his heart just beating with glee.
“‘kay baby, let’s go home then?” without any words, he carried you out of nowhere, making you squeal from the sudden action as you just wrapped your arms around his neck to support yourself along with him carrying you bridal style.
he placed you down on the passenger seat of his car gently, setting the seat belt to keep you safe as he quickly talked to his staff about fixing everything from the kitchen.
“do you want anything?” he asked and started driving home to your shared penthouse.
you just shook your head, nearly dozing off with the neck pillow he had given you before he drove on the way home.
“want to sleep and cuddle,” you mumbled which he quickly gave attention to that just made him grin at you.
“okay, we’ll cuddle soon, just sleep there until we arrived.” he was supposed to ask what you wanted— food or things at the moment like your routines when you helped him at his shop, just like a little reward but you are sleepy so he won’t both anymore more to complete your sleep.
and he did what he told you, you both cuddled until the morning just like you wanted. that is just one way to fill your heart with happiness and miya osamu is always there to help you in his way, until the end of the day. every time he does that, your body and heart set out on fire from his love that keeps you warm all the time.
did i also mention that every now and then that a customer would hit him up or flirt with him would just receive a cold stare and announce that he has a significant other? no? now you know.
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tgm fic recs
@stcverogers tagged one of my fics in a rec list yesterday and i thought it was such a good idea, i wanted to share some of my own favs
in no particular order:
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hangman 
one time thing // kiss the sun (fight the fire) // love that’s a real long shot  He nods again like that’s exactly what he expected you to say. “I think you’re wrong. Doesn’t matter now though, does it?” i would rec anything by @callsignvalley but this is probably the series that got me most. i also love tailspin and its rooster follow up steady
california coast in your green eyes // i’ll carry my bags just until i can hold you again (2 different series) Bob’s older sister gets the news that his plane went down during a training drill, and shows up at the hospital at the same time as an arrogant pilot. //  Six months after they break up, Jake shows up at Julie’s Family thanksgiving. A second chance holiday romance with fake dating, family drama, and fall festivities. @theharddeck these fics, esp carry my bags, feel so so real and human to me, i love julie and the characterisation of jake feels so on point i also love her series out of the clear, blue sky as well as kinda might, sorta like, love you a little bit + its follow ups
i’ve been holdin’ out so long (4 part series) You can’t stand Hangman, but your dreams lately say otherwise. He notices. @steadfastconviction i adore Bluegrass and her sass
do not engage (series) You hate Hangman. Really, you do... Or so you like to think, until it begins to seem like that distaste might not be as strong as you’d prefer to believe. @clints-lucky-arrow the entire f&f universe is great but Duchess especially is a badass
afterburn (series) It had been clear from the moment you got inside a cockpit that you were going to be something special. You certainly weren’t the youngest Naval Aviator to be invited to TOPGUN, but you had been the youngest to graduate at number one in more than thirty years. Which is all the more reason why it was so tragic that you would never, ever, be able to fly again. @top-hhun is a master of setting a scene
the off-season (series) It was supposed to just be one summer. But somehow you found yourself living in your grandparent’s Maine vacation house indefinitely. It was quiet when the summer tourists left, but tolerable. That was, until your brother’s friend from college needed a place to crash and he somehow wound up staying in your guest bedroom. Also indefinitely. @ereardon just started this series but i’m so into this world (au) already
fuck (the universe) (series) You’re a Kazansky–Tom “Iceman” Kazinsky’s youngest daughter–and you’ve taken after your father and become a Naval aviator. You finished at the top of your class at Top Gun and have worked diligently and fruitlessly to get to where you are now: North Island. You don the call-sign Wisteria not only because the beauty of the flower but because of its lethal qualities. i mention @roosterbruiser below bc i read landslide first but holy fuck indeed
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rooster 
landslide (series) It’s been almost three years since the accident that took half of her, and Faye “Clover” Ledger seems fine, really. She loves her old house, she has a perpetually expanding vinyl collection, she’s got a job she likes on base, and she is only a short drive from the beach. She’s grounded--literally. @roosterbruiser landslide is one of those fics i have to read in little bits because it’s just too good. beautiful writing that just transports me (and i love faye, she may be the most developed fanfic oc i’ve ever read - and I love her taste in music)
baby let’s play house // pt 2  you got yourself in trouble. bradley has a bit of a savior complex. together, you come up with what could potentially be the worst idea in the longstanding and illustrious history of bad ideas. @seasonsbloom i just really love this fic, it shows all the quietest best parts of bradley
first impressions  at the induction day for the newest recruits of the Golden Warriors of VFA 87, rooster assumes you’re a civilian, instead of, you know, a member of his team? you see how far you can push it before he figures it out.  @ohcaptains‘s pilot in this fic is the badass bitch i wish i could be. as well as fucking funny.
like i can (series) After yet another bad date and tired of swiping on apps, the Dagger Squad steps in to help you out by setting you up on a series of blind dates. Much to Rooster’s dismay. @sometimesanalice perfect blend of cute, funny and heartmelting
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bob 
he’s so pretty (when he goes down on me) // pt 2  things between you and Bob are strictly business: he’s your backseater, and that’s all there is. @seasonsbloom‘s writing is so good it made me want to try writing fic myself
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hangman x rooster
we’re fools to make war In a Walmart at three am, between beef jerky and tortilla chips, with the lights flickering above them like it’s the fucking twilight zone, Bradley wants him more than he’s ever wanted anyone. or: it's a hundred degrees in texas. i can’t find a tumblr link for this but the writer is @baroness-elsa. this is 66k words and i read it in two days which probably says enough. holy shit.
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there are many many more (this fandom is FULL of talented writers, damn) but this already took me an hour so that’ll be part 2 haha
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flightfoot · 2 months
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Hi, I'd be interested in some fanfictions that center around Nino (all ships welcome, bonus points if it's the core four hanging out).
Most fics that have him tagged don't focus on him. If you have any recs lmk, feel free to take as long as you need! Have a nice day
I'm on it! So long as you're fine with ships that also revolve around couples anyway, otherwise this would be rather sparse. I'm gonna go ahead and limit it to completed fics. Oh, and if you wonder why some of these have commentary and some don't, it's because the ones with commentary are from previous reclists I made.
(Edit: I'd said that I'd only include complete fics, but I accidentally included Withered Wings anyway, because I kinda forgot that. It's pretty close to finished at any rate, and it's good and long so I'm keeping it.)
Within Your Heart by Inkyibis
It’s Valentine’s Day and Ladybug just wants to her superhero partner to find his love. And what she wants, the Lucky Charm will create. If only she could remember what it is she did last night.
Adrino fic here! Marinette’s drunk and feeling awful that her superhero partner is alone on Valentine’s (she’s in a loving and committed relationship with Alya), so she creates a Lucky Charm to help Chat find love! In this universe, Ladybug’s Lucky Charms have the power to create new rules for the universe to follow, such as making one that demands that if you have any magic in you, you have to tell the truth or else you’ll freeze. Or in Adrien’s case, that he has to wake up in the arms of his true love every day XD. It’s very sweet and I love both Adrien’s and Nino’s relationship, and the relationship between the rest of the Miracuteam members as well, even though that’s not the focus.
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I’ll give myself a name (something stupid and pretentious) by @bbutterflies
Nino looked at the number and didn’t recognize it. Usually he wouldn’t answer, but he had nothing better to do – and could still really use a distraction – so he did. “Hello?”
“Hey, Nino.”
Nino stood up quickly, chest tightening. He knew that voice. He’d been waiting to hear it again for over two years. “Adrien?” he whispered.
“Yeah. It’s me."
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When Monarch is defeated (and revealed to be Gabriel Agreste), Chat Noir immediately goes missing. Adrien disappears not long after. When Adrien finally shows up in Paris again, Nino would do anything to make sure he doesn't disappear again.
Ah this is lovely, Adrien’s been in a lot of emotional turmoil since Monarch’s defeat, convinced that everyone would hate him, SHOULD hate him, for not realizing that his father was the villain, and should hate him even more for disappearing like he does. But slowly Marinette and Nino get through to him, convince him that they just want him back. 
And also Adrien and Nino smooch. Multiple times. So that’s a bonus XD.
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Would Trust You With Everything by @kasienda
Nino breaks off, tears streaking down his face. Adrien wishes he was here as himself instead of Chat so he could offer a hug.
“It’s not like I don’t think she deserved her privacy. It’s just it felt like I was her last priority. And if I knew why, then maybe we could overcome it. But when I don’t, I’m not willing to be her last thought. You know? I always put her first.”
“Yeah,” Chat agrees, able to relate too well. He always put Ladybug first too, and he’s not sure it has ever been the same for her. “I’m sorry you’ve been so alone through this."
“I haven’t been totally alone,” Nino disagrees, holding up his phone. “My best friend has been keeping me company virtually most of the day.”
“Yeah? It helped?”
“I don’t know if any of the stuff he sent helped, but like, given what I know he’s up to, he totally had to move heaven and earth to talk to me so much, and that really helped. You know, just knowing that someone was thinking of me.”
“I’m glad,” Chat Noir said. “I wish he could be there in person for you.”
Nino sighs. “Yeah, me too, but at least you’re here."
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Season 4 au - canon divergent from Rocketear Rocketear led to DJWiFi breakup.
Ahh, Adrino my beloved XD. I love the identity shenanigans in this one with Adrien being around Nino as both Adrien and Chat Noir, and both of them vaguely describing their situations to each other. It takes Adrien a bit to figure out that he has a crush on Nino, but once he does...
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The moment I knew (I’d no choice but to love you) by @bbutterflies
“He’s dating me,” Nino said, taking Adrien’s hand in his own.
Adrien could only stare back at him in shock.
“How dare you all force him to come out?” Nino continued, glaring at the reporters. “That was disgusting.” He pulled Adrien over to the car, guided him in, and shut the door behind them.
In the relative quiet and privacy of the backseat, Adrien finally processed what had just happened. “So… when were you going to tell me we were dating?”
This Adrino fic is delicious XD. Reporters keep hounding Adrien about his love life, so Nino finally gets them off Adrien’s back by fake-dating him. Problem is, Adrien’s actually been madly in love with Nino for years but has never been able to tell him. And now as they’re spending more time together, Nino’s beginning to find that he’s enjoying all these “couple” activities more than maybe he ought to if it’s entirely platonic...
If you want to see Adrien and Nino PINING for each other while “fake” dating (is it really fake if both parties want it to be real?) then you’ve come to the right fic!
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Chemistry With Him by @bbutterflies
It kind of sucked Nino was taking chemistry, but classes had filled up fast and he needed to take something and his advisor had said the credits would, somehow, count towards his major. It really sucked he was taking it first thing on a Monday morning (and Wednesdays, and Fridays, unfortunately). But he could get through it. He knew he could.
So no more boys. No distractions. He could do this all on his own.
“Is anyone sitting here?”
Nino looked up to find the source of the voice. A blond, green-eyed, absolutely beautiful someone.
Okay. Maybe one distraction.
Ah, adorable Adrino. This is a universe where Adrien never went to public school, so while Chat Noir, Ladybug, Carapace, and Rena Rouge all know each other (and Marinette, Alya, and Nino all know each other’s identities) they’re unaware that they are all already friends with Adrien. I loved seeing Chat and Carapace excitedly tell each other about their awesome crush/boyfriend, not knowing they were talking about each other XD.
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Strangely Familiar by @sunfoxfic
Alya Césaire’s life is perfect. Indeed, between the success of the Ladyblog, how well she’s doing in school, and the fact that she’s a superhero who has never bore the weight of a crisis of epic proportions, her life almost couldn’t be better. Almost.
But Alya has always been a go-getter, and so she’ll chase after that perfect life if it kills her. Which is how she ends up rushing to move out of her father’s apartment and in with Marinette, Adrien, and a complete stranger: Nino Lahiffe. And in fact, her life does seem perfect — she and Nino are fast friends. They spend a lot of time together and get to know each other really well.
But in the end, fortunate situations will bear unfortunate truths, and she learns things about herself that aren’t quite comfortable. Like I said, though: Alya has always been a go-getter, and she won’t let new feelings deter her from chasing after her perfect life.
This is the single longest DJWifi-centric fic on AO3 (which is a travesty) and it is GLORIOUS. Alya and Nino are both well fleshed-out here, with their own problems and baggage they’re dealing with, but it’s easier together.
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Shelltering Others by @rosie-b:
When Ladybug wakes Nino up in the middle of the night to scold him for revealing his identity, he thinks his career as a Miraculous holder is over. But instead, Ladybug gives him the opportunity to prove himself by becoming Chat Noir’s confidant and learning his secret identity through a scavenger hunt of sorts. Will Nino pass Ladybug and Chat Noir’s test, or will he fail to put the pieces together in time?
Quick disclaimer here: the first chapter looks kinda salty towards Nino, with Ladybug laying into him for revealing his and Alya’s secret identities to Adrien and Marinette. She’s mostly just trying to scare him into taking them seriously, though, since she herself has just proposed that Nino become Chat’s secret-keeper, and he can’t afford to be lackadaisical with that identity. I highly recommend getting through at least chapter 2 of the fic when giving it a shot, because this had some great character development and introspection for Nino, on Chat Noir, Adrien, Ladybug, and himself. 
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run boy run by tinuviel_tinuviel
Nino was sprawled on the floor of his room with Alya when his phone chimed, in the quiet of a premature autumnal sunset. It was one of those lazy evenings that had become rare lately. Contrary to popular belief, he and Alya could get studying done when in the same room, and he was elbows-deep in late assignments, which meant his phone was on Do Not Disturb, which meant the notification could only have come from one person.
ADRIEN 🐈: cmoe ove rnow ADRIEN 🐈: like riggt now ADRIEN 🐈: plag NINO: that is literally incomprehensible NINO: wait is that you plagg ADRIEN 🐈: mov faster
So this is a “Adrien finds out that his father is Hawkmoth and consults with Nino about what to do” fic, with Nino throwing Hawkmoth off Adrien’s track, though inadvertently at his own expense. Love Nino’s perspective here, and I always enjoy a good Hawkmoth-takedown fic!
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Best Friend and Boyfriends by @kasienda
“Someone’s in a good mood,” Nino commented when Adrien slid into the seat next to him in the student lounge during the mutual gap they both had between their university classes. Adrien turned his grin towards his best friend. “Yeah,” he agreed. Nino grinned back. “I haven’t seen you in this good of a mood in months. Were you hanging with your mystery lady?” The question caught Adrien completely off guard. Was Nino seriously comparing his feelings for Carapace with his feelings for Ladybug? Sure, Carapace had become one of his favorite people. Adrien currently coveted every moment spent in Carapace’s company. He walked away from talking to him for hours feeling like he was floating on a cloud. And he was anticipating their next patrol like a giddy child waiting for Christmas morning. Holy shit! “You okay, dude?” Nino asked. He totally had feelings for Carapace. When had that even happened?
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Withered Wings by @11jj11
Nino wasn’t sure if anyone had ever willingly took the akuma butterfly before him, but with his mind completely open to this apparent son of Hawk Moth he knew that he couldn’t turn him away. Not someone that was so afraid, not someone who would be left at the mercy of Hawk Moth.
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5 times Adrien, the person, helps Nino aka Chat Noir and one time Adrien, the turtle themed hero (still not the fragrance) does it by DearLittleRobin
Adrien is a cool guy that needs more friends Nino is a good friend (and he's also Chat Noir)
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Turtle-y Awesome by chattonne-rousse
Hugo Dupain-Cheng loves turtles, and by extension, he loves Carapace, his favorite superhero of them all. He doesn't know yet that his idol is also his Uncle Nino, and Nino hasn't yet seen the Carapace shrine that is Hugo's bedroom. But the little man is turning five and has just two wishes - a Carapace-themed party with friends and family, and the latest, greatest Carapace play set. This is a story of best friends, laughter, good kids and even better parents, and a whole lot of turtles.
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I hope the worst isn't over by thescuttlebug
Falling is exactly like flying right up until you stop. Like, assuming the kind of flying you’re used to involves busted steering and useless panic, Nino guesses. “GO LIMP!” a voice shouts, and Nino catches a glimpse of black something-like-leather and the twin flashes of a golden bell and silver staff streaking through the air. “Are you kidding me, dude?!” he shrieks.
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Foxy Lady by WizardlyMagik
In which Nino finds himself unexpectedly attracted to Rena Rouge, tries and fails to tell his friends and get some advice, and desperately attempts to hide it from his girlfriend. (Who in fact, is planning to use it to her advantage)
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Won't Tell A Soul by @thelastpilot
Nino accidentally runs head long into the biggest most stressful secret he can imagine, but now that he knows the truth about Marinette he is determined to help her in any way he can.
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anapotatowriter · 2 years
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Meet - cute
Five Hargreeves x reader
A/N: While I am working on some of my requests for Edmund Pevensie, here is a Five Hargreeves fanfiction! Feel free to request for him, or any other TUA character. Also, this is definitely because I can’t wait to see Five in Season 3 :)
Summary: Y/N is a shy book worm. But where her best friends, the Hargreeves, and her best friend (and crush) are threatened, she doesn’t seem so sweet.
Contains: Swearing, some spoilers for books, horrible knowledge of the years where these kids were still teenagers, Ben doesn’t die and Five doesn’t time travel to the apocalypse, lots of events take place in the past (written in italics), horrible story that I have a hate-love relationship with :)
ALSO, NO SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3
Requested: All of my own bestie!
Tagging @art-junkie-13, cause she was the first person I talked to about the story :)
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"Y/N! Can you please buy some pasta sauce! We need it for dinner tonight," yelled my mother from her room. "Yes, mum," I yelled back, going to her room and taking the money she held out to me. I picked up a light sweater to protect myself against the spring breeze. I also picked up the play I had recently started reading. I strolled down the street, giggling softly at the swirling leaves and flowers in the wind, before turning down to my book, my tied-up hair keeping the small strands out of my face. Just as Romeo met Juliet at the masked ball, a boy crashed into me, sending me, sprawling backward. The book went flying from my hand, though the money remained tightly within my grasp. My now free hand went back to catch my fall, forcing my wrist to bend back. I yelped softly in pain, cradling my left hand as tears welled in my eyes. "Shit," I hear a voice mumble before someone knelt next to me. "Are you okay?" he asked, his black hair falling into his piercing green eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I squeaked out, not wanting to bother him. "I am so sorry, you can go on, it was my fault anyway," I mumbled, trying to stand up despite the pain in my wrist. "Nonsense, I crashed into you, the least I could do is help you out," he said, helping me stand up before fetching my book. "Romeo and Juliet, huh? I never understood the big deal about them," he said, smirking at me after he glanced at the book cover. "Really? I have read all of Shakespeare, and this one was my favorite. First, because crashing into each other is the best meet-cute ever. Second, I guess it helps me understand that love is dangerous. It's not sane or straight. Love can be twisted, malicious, insane, unreasonable, and painful. But that's what makes it worth it," I said, going off on a rant before trailing off when I noticed the perplexed expression on his face. "I'm sorry, you probably don't care," I muttered, pushing a strand of hair that had escaped my hair tie behind my ear. "Oh no, I just found your perspective interesting. I never did look at it that way. Just looked at it like teenagers who just killed like, 6 people. And that way, technically we had a meet-cute, huh?" he smirked, making me glance at my shoes in embarrassment. "Anyway, I'll help you home," he said, making me protest. "Don't you have to go home?" I questioned, making him rub the back of his neck. Just as he opened his mouth to explain, I interrupted him. “Oh wait, I’m sorry, this is me,” I mumbled. “My house number is 109… come visit if you get the time, you’re nice,” I continued, and he smiled a little. “Pinky promise,” I said, sticking my pinky finger out to him. He stared at my finger before hesitatingly wrapping his pinky around mine. “Bye,” he said, sticking his hands in his pockets and walking back down where we came. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” I called after him, as I looked at his retreating figure. “Nice to meet you, Y/ N,” he called out, not bothering to turn around, just raising his hand as he walked away.
I sat on my bed, reading Pride and Prejudice, the flashlight the only form of illumination in the otherwise dark bedroom. My hair was tied up and piled on top of my head in a bun, to keep the hair out of my face as I leaned over my book. Suddenly, I heard a loud whoosh and a blue spark illuminated the corner of my room. I jumped and held my flashlight in between both my hands, staring at the corner of my room. “Ow,” a voice groaned, and I threw my flashlight while yelling, “STRANGER DANGER, STRANGER DANGER!” “Ow, what the fuck Y/N,” said the voice, making me squint in the darkness, the flashlight now off from the collision with the stranger. “Oh, it’s you! The kid I met on the street? How did you end up here?” I asked, staring at him warily. “I’m Five Hargreeves,” he said, smacking my flashlight against his palm to try to get it to start up again. I groaned and switched the bedroom lights, squinting immediately at the sudden influx of light. “How does that explain anything?” I asked, rubbing my eyes. “I’m one of the kids born with superpowers? On the news?” he said questioningly, surprised. “Wait, you’re one of those Umbrella Academy kids? You’re the teleportation kid?” I asked, making him nod. “Sorry, I don’t know much about you guys. I don’t watch the news a lot, it’s so sad. I prefer fiction,” I shrugged, and Five nodded in understanding. “Do you want something to drink? Water? Tea? I make a really good black coffee,” I offered. “Black coffee would be good,” he nodded, no expression on his face throughout the conversation. “Okay, “ I smiled and left my room to start the coffee pot, him trailing after me.
“Hey Y/N,” said Five’s voice, making me look up from my battered copy of “The Perks of Being a Wallflower”. “Oh, hey Five,” I said, wiping the tears on my cheeks and sniffling. “Wait, are you crying?” he asked, showing one of his rare emotions, concern. “Yeah, the ending of the book is really sad,” I said sadly, caressing the pages of the book as tears continued to fall. “Tell me about school,” he said, sitting on the bed, successfully distracting me from the book. Butterflies flapped in my stomach at our proximity, a lovesick smile probably gracing my features. Five always liked to talk about school, since he could understand what he was missing because of the Umbrella Academy. “Well, we did acemtodes in Maths today,” I said, immediately jumping into his favorite subjects. “I swear, 10th grade is horrible,” I groaned by the end, falling back on my pillows, the book slipping away from both my lap and thoughts. “I’m turning 15 tomorrow,” he mentioned as he lay down next to me while staring at the ceiling. “Wait, what?” I asked, immediately sitting up. “Yeah,” he said, glancing at my shocked face. “And you didn’t tell me! I don’t know what to get you,” I gasped dramatically, throwing a pillow at him. “Well, you can come over to the Academy. Dad typically leaves the house to us on our birthday, so we can do whatever we want,” he said, making me smile at the invitation. “I would love to! Now I gotta go plan 7 birthday gifts,” I explained happily, squeezing his hand for a second before running out of my room, leaving the boy to stare at the ceiling of my room.
“Hi, my name is Y/N!” I said, smiling at the six people around me, Five standing next to me. “I already know all of you, so need to introduce yourselves,” I said, instead of bringing out my large bag. “So Five only told me about y’alls birthday yesterday, so the presents aren’t that great, but whatever!” I said, holding up the gift-wrapped presents. “Luther right?” I asked, and the blonde nodded, and I handed him his gift wrapped in moon-themed wrapping paper. “And Diego, I am guessing?” I asked, turning to the brunette, and the boy replied, “Yes, that’s me.” I handed him his present, and he took it, his eyes glassing over. “And Viktor, this is for you,” I said, handing him the heavy box. He smiled softly as I handed him the box, making me smile back. “Ben?” I questioned another boy, and the boy nodded in agreement. He accepted the wrapped present I gave him with a starstruck expression. “Allison,” I said, handing the package to the grinning girl before turning to Klaus. “And Klaus. Believe me, I had no clue what to get you, but I hope you like this!” I said, handing him the box. “I spent about the same amount on all the gifts, so yeah!” I said, turning to all of them to see they were all standing where I had left them. “I’m sorry if I messed up, I can return the gifts,” I said softly, cocking my head to the side a bit when I noticed the still wrapped packages. “Thank you,” said Ben, his voice cracking, making my eyebrows furrow in confusion. “I mean, it’s not much,” I said apologetically, shrugging a bit. “Thank you so much,” said Viktor sincerely, placing his hand on my shoulder. “This is our first time getting gifts,” said Klaus, making me gasp. “First?” I asked, making all the kids nod in unison. “Ok, then it’s settled. I am officially on gift-giving duty. Five, you better deliver their presents. Christmas, birthdays, new years, accomplishments, all of it,” I said decidedly. “Well go on, open them,” I motioned to the siblings, who all started opening their presents, smiling giddily. “And Five,” I hummed, making him turn to me from his siblings. “It’s a fountain pen, I got ‘Technically we had a meet-cute, huh?” engraved in a rush order, so this is probably more expensive than the other’s gifts,” I said, handing him the final package. “Thank you… so much,” he said, and I smiled. He intertwined his pinky with mine, a reminisce of our first meeting.
"Come on, hurry up while it's still daytime, idiots," yelled Five from ahead of us, enunciating idiots. "Well... it's not fair... if we have to walk... while you just teleport," said Diego angrily while climbing up the enormous hill, the rest of us huffing and puffing behind him. Five didn't reply and just stopped moving, waiting for the rest of us to catch up. No one missed his annoyed expression by the time we all reached up. "If you tell us to hurry up one more time, I will turn you into a hat," said Luther just as Five went to speak, making Five roll his eyes and close his mouth again. "Finally, we can play," said Allison, sighing as she admired the grassy and flat field where we were going to play cricket. "You good, Y/N?" asked Five, moving closer to me. "Yeah, just tired," I said, dabbing at the sweat on my forehead. "You are a right meanie for not just teleporting with the rest of us," I said, crossing my arms. "Sorry, I just didn't wanna scatter all of you into some other universe where we end up being TV show characters," he said, shrugging while winking at the computer screen. "Let's play!" said Diego, cracking his knuckles. 
"I'm referee," said Luther, moving to the side. “And I am going to the market downtown. There’s a new book I found that I want to read,” shrugged Ben. “Oh, come on, Ben! It’s all of your birthdays! 16th! You can’t just leave family time!” I complained, making the boy sigh resignedly. “Fine, I’ll come back in 30 minutes, tops,” he promised, making me smile and nod. He walked away to the nearby market, his black jacket standing out in the otherwise bright field. "Y/N and Allison, you both are the captains," said Luther. "Oh, okay," I breathed, moving forward and looking at the rest of the academy. "Y/N, you can go ahead a pick first," said Allison, smiling at me kindly. "Five," I said immediately, and he grinned proudly before walking toward me. "Diego," said Allison, who walked towards her with a self-satisfied smirk and looked pointedly at Five, a competitive glint in his eyes. "Viktor," I whispered next, and he walked towards us as Klaus walked towards Allison and Diego. "Five minutes to plan, and then we'll have the coin toss," announced Luther, and both teams huddled up. "Diego is going to be the most aggressive. Allison is too nice to go full attack especially cause you and Viktor are too shy and nice, and Klaus is probably too high to care about the game,” said Five immediately, starting his “battle strategy”. “Or, or, or… how about we just play for fun?” I interrupted as his comments about his other sibling started getting most vengeful. “What’s the point in that Y/N?” protested Five. “Fine,” I sighed apprehensively, making him smile triumphantly and resume the plan.
“Let’s start,” bellowed Luther, making me walk towards Luther, Allison walking from the other side. The wicket was already set up, the bats held up by Luther.  Luther tossed the coin and said, “Allison, your team bats.” Before going to her team, she cheered a little, while I walked toward Five and Viktor. “Ugh, we’re bowling,” I groaned, Viktor giving me a side hug comfortingly. “We’ll do amazing, don’t worry,” said Five confidently, making me shrug. “Pinky promise,” he said, holding out his pinky. I giggled softly, intertwining my pinky with his. “Okay Five, go bowl,” I laughed, shoving the boy slightly. He chuckled as he walked backward, giving a salute before turning around. “You know, he is only like that with you,” said Viktor, making me turn away from Five’s retreating figure. “What?” I asked, confused. “He smiles more with you, he’s less touch averse. It’s nice,” he said, smiling at me. “Come on, hurry up Y/N!” yelled Diego, anxious to begin the game. “Coming, coming,” I called, running up to the meadow, prepared for the fielding. 
“Oh come on, stop running so fast,” I said exasperatedly as Diego and Allison got another run. Klaus was already out and lounging on the grass, out of range of the cricket ball. “Ben!” yelled Klaus when he noticed the boy coming back, holding a book in his hands. Ben reached us and sat down next to Klaus, opening his book. As the game continued, Five and Diego continued to get more competitive, which forced Luther to intervene, only fueling their frustration. I laughed at the story Klaus was recounting to us when the grin on my face faded. I squinted at the group of people I could see coming from the distance. 
“Ah, the great Umbrella Academy,” snickered the one in the middle once the group was within earshot. Suddenly, all the siblings seem to have grouped, competitive natures long forgotten. Five came over to me a grabbed my pinky, pulling me in with the rest of the Hargreeves and taking me near Viktor. “Five, what’s going on?” I asked as he walked away, but he didn’t reply. He placed himself on the other side of Diego, Luther on his right. In a row behind, Allison and Klaus stood on the outer edges of the group, with Ben in the middle. At the absolute last stood Viktor and me, a perplexed expression dawned on my face as the group came closer to us. “Viktor, what’s happening?” I asked, confused at the formation we stood in. “We typically stand like this when someone recognizes us in public, makes it easier to deal with fans and press,” murmured Viktor softly to not attract attention. The arrangement suddenly made sense, and I nodded in understanding. 
“Ha, I knew I recognized the nerd,” laughed the ‘leader’, making me frown as he looked at Ben, who was holding his book in his hands still. “Who are you calling a nerd,” snapped Diego, taking a step forward. “Lord, you all are no different from us. What’s so special about you bastards anyway?” asked the boy scanning over the group, glossing over me and Viktor in the back. “You seem to forget your place. We have fucking powers that help save the world, and we won’t hesitate to use it on you!” continued Diego, taking out a knife and twirling it in his hands. “Sorry to say this, but you can’t use your powers on us, idiot. We are civilians, and therefore if you harm us, we can go to the police and get your precious academy shut down,” cackled the leader manically, his four goons laughing with him. “You’ll be sorry when I shove my fist in your face,” barked Diego, walking forwards. “Diego, he’s right,” said Five calmly, although his jaw was set tightly and his eyes sparkled with silent anger. “Exactly, ‘Diego’. Listen to the half-wit,” chuckled the goon, walking over to Five, who stood his ground and raised his jaw a little higher. “What about you, scrawny bitch? Wanna fight?” mocked the guy, holding his fists up ironically. The anger that was building up snapped and I scoffed. “You’re a bully,” I said from the back, making the boy's head turn towards me. “Who the fuck said that?” he barked rhetorically, his goons cracking the knuckles. “It was me,” I said, walking forwards. “Excuse me Allison, Ben,” I said, walking between the two. “I’ll be fine, Ben,” I said to the concerned boy, smiling softly. His eyes still held fear as I continued forwards. “Five, Diego,” I said, sliding between the two when I felt someone stop me. Five held my hand, silently pleading with me to not go. “I’ll be fine,” I smiled at him, gently releasing his hold over my hand, instantly missing their presence. “Now, as I was saying, you’re a bully. My dad taught me that there was only one way to communicate with a bully,” I said confidently as I sauntered forward, pulling the hair tie out of my hair and snapping it around my wrist. My hair billowed open from the wind, H/C strands surrounding my face. 
“Oh really? And what was his advice?” asked the goon, smiling mockingly at me. I smiled sweetly, chuckled, and brought my fist back, punching him in the face. Gasps erupted from behind me as the goon touched the side of his face where I had hit him. “You fucking slut,” he growled, putting his hand up at his friends, who tried to come to his aid. I clicked my tongue and said, “Oo,” I wouldn’t call me that,” I said, glaring up at him. He brought his hand up to slap me, and I heard Five take one step forwards to try and help me. “Fuck no,” I growled, grabbing the bully’s hand mid-air and twisting it behind his back, making him groan in pain as he faced the rest of the academy, me standing right behind him facing them too. “I’m a nasty bitch darling, believe me,” I said in his ear, loud enough for the people around us to hear as well. “Now why don’t you go on and apologize,” I said, hissing the last word. “Fuck no,” he protested, making me roll my eyes. “You seem familiar, do you study in Y/S (Your School)?” I asked, and the boy nodded minutely, gritting his teeth in pain. “Ah, great! So you must know who I am! Go on, darling, take a wild guess,” I said to him, twisting his arm further to make him hiss in pain. His friends just stood, not knowing what to do. “Shit, are you… are you Y/N? Y/N L/N?” he asked, fear creeping into his voice. “Yes, correct! Jackpot, darling, ding ding ding,” I said, twisting his arm more and more with the last three words as I grit my teeth. “Now, since my reputation seems to precede me, it’s safe to assume that you know I can ruin your life brick by brick, you fucking mangy cur,” I growled. “So, if you know what’s good for you, you fucking apologize,” I finished, kicking him in the shin and making him yelp. “Okay, alright, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he yelled, making me smile sweetly again. “See that wasn’t so hard,” I said, pushing the boy so that he was near his crew again. “If I see you bothering anyone ever again, inside or outside school, I will torture you until you wish you were dead,” I said, pushing the boy backward. “Now, bitch, why don’t you fucking leave,” I said as the boy slowly backtracked. “SCRAM!” I yelled, making him run away. “You’re fucking crazy,” said one of the others to me, his eyes wide in fear. “Yes I am, sugar. Suck my dick,” I said while flipping him off with both hands, making his eyes widen more as he ran after his leader and the rest of his friends. “FUCKING SHITS! MOTHERFUCKERS! REMEMBER MY WARNING OR YOU WILL REGRET IT!” I yelled, making them scamper away out of sight.
As soon as their figures disappeared, I turned back to the group with a real smile, clapping my hands together. “Shall we continue the game?” I asked, while the rest of the Academy just stood frozen. “... are you okay?” I asked while bringing my hands up to tie my hair again. Everyone surged forward and question me before their conversation sparked up, but Five still stood frozen. “Five?” I questioned softly, walking towards him as the rest of the siblings talked to each other. “Don’t ever do that again,” said Five as he pulled me in a hug, making me freeze in shock. “I was so fucking scared,” he said as he pulled me away and held me by the sides of my arms. “Oh please, I have beat up people much scarier than him,” I said, smiling at him. “You’re an enigma, Y/N,” he said before doing something I never thought he would do. He kissed me, and I kissed him back, my heart bursting in happiness. We split apart, a haze filling my mind when I heard wolf whistles. “Oh shut up,” I muttered, embarrassed, as the other Hargreeves goggled at us, while Five intertwined our pinkie easily. “You’re hot when you swear. And with your hair open,” he whispered in my ear, making me giggle, enjoying the contact between us. “Thank god for our meet-cute,” I thought to myself, smiling at the group around me and the brunettee I stood next to.
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@welcometololaland you have DONE IT AGAIN. bows down.
Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).
I am humbly here to present my ABSOLUTELY insane WIP list for the Firstprince fandom and tell you a little more about them!
(Also to those who asked about WIP’s in my inbox those answers are coming ~ if anyone has any more questions or wants more ask box is open! I’ll be answering all of those tomorrow instead of (or with) Seven Sentence Sunday!)
Thank you to @welcometololaland for ANOTHER amazing weekend game truly a blast. To @kiwiana-writes @daisymae-12 @orchidscript @happiness-of-the-pursuit @gay-flyboys @rockyroadkylers and @anincompletelist for the tags I LOVED reading all of your words and answers.
If you have prepared yourself, then forge on ;)
1. WIP List
- The Firstprince Files
- The Ties That Bond Us
- Super Six and the Siren’s Call
- Looking for Orion
- Balls to the Wall
- Fifteen Hours Till Forever
- Watermelon Sugar
- Mr. Party Hardy (Mr. Bodypillow AU)
- Mr. Move It Move It (Mr Bodypillow AU)
- Mr. Massage (Mr. Bodypillow AU)
- S.M.U.T.
- No Laughing Matter
- Sweater Weather
- Ground(s) Up
- Delilah
- Minty Fresh
- Beast I’m an Animal
- Mind Over Matter
- [Switchback]
- [World Cup AU]
- [Orchestra AU]
- [Yoga AU]
- [Rugby Video AU]
- [Star Trek AU]
- [Oxford Slut Era AU]
- [Model/mistaken identity AU]
- [Pomodoro Method AU]
And probably more but that’s enough for now lmao
2. Which of your WIP’s is currently the longest?
Definitely Super Six and the Sirens Call. Currently at 48K but over the next two months I think a few of my other multichaps will also match it for length.
3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest
The Firstprince Files. The outline for it is 37 chapters long and the first two chapters that are written are clocking in at about 13K right now.
4. Which WIP is your favorite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?
Going to go for broke here ~ my co-writes (Super Six and the Sirens Call w/ @read-and-write- and @happiness-of-the-pursuit, [Switchback] w/ @celaestis1, Watermelon Sugar w/ @heybuddy-drabbles, and S.M.U.T. with @affectionatelyrs) have been a BLAST. The words flow, I'm obsessed with the stories, getting to read others words and then add your own and make good soup will always be fun.
Outside of my cowrites? … hmmmm honestly I am obsessed with mystery and plotting out The Firstprince Files was truly a delight, but I enjoy writing all of my fics otherwise I wouldn’t write them.
5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?
The Ties That Bond Us. It’s a Bond/Q actor AU and there are already SO MANY great ones (and ones being written), and there is an extensive amount of epistolary writing that comes from different authors of articles and media works that need to have a distinct voice in order for the work to really work. I don’t know if I even have a distinct writing voice let alone if I can wear the masks of a bunch of other voices in a convincing way.
6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?
Whichever one is currently being written/focused on/about to be posted? It’s not a one size fits all answer, but at the moment I’m writing this it’s my Halloween Huh fic. It’s done and posted- ready to be revealed. I made myself go read it out loud one last time to hear it back (newsflash I hate doing this but I still do it because it helps) and that just made me doubt everything hahaha.
7. Which of your WIP’s will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?
All of them. I always have a beta, I am incapable of posting a non beta’d work I have too much anxiety about it. The Firstprince Files deals with some much heavier themes so I will likely want a sensitivity reader there for those, and Super Six and the Sirens Call has quite a bit of Spanish in it that we have beta’s checking on.
8. Have any of your WIP’s been struck by the curse of writers block?
Yes this is why I have so many … (joking). Yes and no. I will just power through to write a bad section to have words on the page and then come back to fix them later which helps. I have a focused few WIP's that I work on at a time (small rotation inside the big rotation). The rest of these have an outline and a doc and at least a little bit written, but will not receive heavy work on them until I go through what’s first on my internal fic calendar.
What is in the current small rotation? SSASC, Looking for Orion, Watermelon Sugar, [Switchback}, Minty Fresh, my Mr. BodyPillow follow ups, and The Ties That Bond Us is my Nano project this November.
9. Which WIP has your favorite OC? Tell us about them?
At this moment Watermelon Sugar which is a co-write threesome for Threesgiving with @heybuddy-drabbles. Our third member of the threesome is AMAZING and we love them so much and we are very very excited for them to come into everyone else’s world as well.
10. Which WIP is the sexiest?
This is a toss up between [Switchback], [World Cup AU], Watermelon Sugar, and [Pomodoro Method]. We will see when they are finished what I think really takes the cake there.
11. Which WIP is the angstiest?
I mean chapter two of Looking for Orion, but The Firstprince Files has quite a bit of angst. I don’t really write a lot of heavy angst or I haven’t yet we will see if the reception to LFO changes the tide there.
12. Which WIP has the best characterization (in your humble opinion)?
Looking for Orion at the moment, but I’m really hoping that Mind Over Matter takes that one when I have more written on it.
13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?
Oh my, Super Six and the Sirens Call has quest locations that change in a rotation. Truly I can't tell you more but it is SO FUN truly so fun. The Ties That Bond Us also just is jet-setting movie stars in Bond movie locations, stunt training, doing interviews in wild places, and campaigns in larger than life locations. So that is ridiculously fun to write and I hope it is just as fun to read.
14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?
Super Six and the Sirens Call. This work has a promo schedule there is art being made, there are docs linked within docs. When I say this became a big brained thing it’s a big brained thing.
15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?
I try not to ever have expectations, it’s better that way I find ~ but based on reaction and excitement (my irl bookclub today made me promise to send them a link) I would say Super Six and the Sirens Call. Outside of that I just hope that if one person likes it then it is doing it’s job which is to create joy. (but internally we all have those fics that we hope do a little better than others for one reason or another. My Mr. Bodypillow follow ups I hope people enjoy, my two longer Multichapter works I am deeply attached to, and Looking for Orion I am currently a bit obessed with and I hope others get obsessed with it too.)
16. Do you dream about any of your WIP’s?
NO I DONT DREAM BUT @happiness-of-the-pursuit LITERALLY DREAMED ABOUT ONE OF MINE THIS WEEK SO I'M COUNTING IT.
17. Do any of your WIP’s have any particular complexities that your other fics don’t?
[Orchestra AU] is meant to be read at pace with the classical pieces that are titled in the top of the chapter which is fun and funky but is going to make pacing HARD. Because people read at different times. + that posting schedule is supposed to mimic the NYC philharmonic concert series performance schedule.
The Firstprince Files has a lot of real world implications for the characters as it is a suspense mystery novel that requires so much research on realistically how things might work or play out.
The Ties That Bond Us is going to have SO Much coding in it for the media chapters and I am now thinking I’m going to do art for it which rip me I guess (hahaha).
[Switchback] has a lot of POV changes which requires a delicate hand to know when to stop and start a perspective
Mind over Matter and No Laughing Matter are meant to be laugh out loud funny and I’m going to need help with both of them for that … truly
A lot of the one shots I struggle with because I want to give the story enough depth while still not expanding them into multichapter works, which is something I struggle with.
18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humor?
Reiterating above, Mind over Matter and No Laughing Matter for sure.
19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?
Super Six and the Siren’s Call DOES and it’s SO FUN. Truly it has been a BLAST To get into the heads of these other characters, and flesh out how they see the main ship as well.
The Ties That Bond Us, every other chapter is an outside POV from the media perspective which as I mentioned earlier creates a lot of work for voice and structure.
20. Tell us one thing we don’t know about one or more of your WIPs.
Hmmm some super fast fun ones
- 14 of the WIP’s on this list are MultiChap works
- 4 of them are co-authored works
- The Firstprince Files has been outlined since February of this year and The Ties That Bond Us has been outlined since March. (They are my oldest outlined works but they are also long works).
- 6 of these works are my FirstPrinceWeek works that I will still publish. I got sick and had an “AO3 author note” standard few weeks which put me behind. I do have one FPW fic published so far.
- Balls to the Wall started after a conversation about how criminal it is that Starbucks doesn’t sell the "Off menu but actually on menu now because it is in the app" Medicine Ball Tea in take home form so you can make it yourself when you are sick.
- All of these are for Firstprince but I now have an IRL who told me TODAY that she wants me to write Tarlos so I better get started on finishing all of these.
- [Rugby Video AU] and Ground(s) Up are both based on TikTok’s that I saw and immediately went "ahhhh yes that’s firstprince."
- All of my Mr. BodyPillow follow up’s will have “Mr.” In the name, and the title of the collection is Mr. Ace Alex, though there is a bit of a push for me to rename it the snerdle collection.
- My ask box is open if you want to ask about any of my WIP's :)
And now I will be tagging my entire moot list because I have too many WIP’s (jk but … prepare for the wall of tags) there is no pressure here but this has been a DELIGHT to read through everyone’s and I want to read about a million more!
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ssaeri · 1 year
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enter the lion's den
☆ tags: fuegoleon vermillion x gn!reader, he's busy and i personally have a headache, a small thing to fill the void til the next release ☆
Fuegoleon’s mouth morphs into a quiet Oh as he sets his pen down. “Sweetheart, are you actually upset with me?” he asks, stunned, the realization dawning over his features.
His face is haggard after days of report writing, and it doesn’t help that the paperwork landed on his desk just hours after he returned from a long expedition. You see concern light up his eyes, shining their way through a foggy gaze, and your heart pangs in your chest as you realize that he’s just doing his best, too.
You finally break the silence with a sigh. “No, I’m sorry. I’m—” You cut yourself off and press the heels of your palms to your eyes, hard enough to see stars, trying to force back the building tears. “I’m just tired. I’m more upset with myself and my reaction, sorry. I’ll let you get back to your work now.”
You hear the creak of his chair and the rustling of his uniform as he steps around his desk.
“No, talk to me,” he says gently, tugging your wrist until your hands uncover your face. “What’s wrong?”
Other than a perfunctory forehead kiss in the hall when he came home, this is the closest you’ve been to him in weeks, but all it does is make you more upset and you feel the familiar pressure of a sob in your chest. His expression softens further, though you can barely see through the tears threatening to spill over your lashes.
His human arm holds you against his chest as he perches on the edge of his desk. His fire arm hovers by your side and warms your cheek. It takes an astounding amount of magic control, you realize, to keep it from burning everything. And suddenly, it dawns on you how tiring it must be for Fuegoleon to keep his strength in check, his powers both a blessing and a curse.
“What’s your schedule like today?” His fingers skim along your skin.
“Mine?” You echo, racking your brain for any upcoming appointments. “I think I have to meet with your brother to go over some logistical matters, but other than that, my schedule is empty.”
He hums. “Consider that meeting postponed until further notice. Give me a few minutes to wrap things up on my end, and then maybe we can get lunch from that one tavern you like.”
“But you hate that place.”
“I don't hate it.”
“Don't lie to me,” you say, managing a laugh. “You're always glaring daggers at that one waiter.”
His arm tightens around your waist. “Because they had the audacity to ask if you were single in front of me,” he insists. “Otherwise, the food is good.”
You press your face into his shoulder to hide your smile. His embrace is familiar, and as much as you hate to take him away from his work, you can’t help leaning into him. “We don’t have to…” you murmur.
But your resolve is weak. You both know this. He only chuckles, kissing the top of your head once more before releasing you. “Thirty minutes, okay? If I’m a minute late, feel free to barge in and knock everything off my desk.”
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veryace-ficrecs · 9 months
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Spiderverse fic recs
This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)
I can't guarantee there aren't any spoilers for the new movie!
Superhero Adoption Agency by brushstrokesApocalyptic - Rated T
Jefferson Davis realizes that Spider-Man is a child, and is determined to put an end to his recklessness. Miles disapproves.
It’s a School Night, Why are You Out Saving the World? by TechnicolorVocab01 - Rated G
Jefferson Davis can’t lie to himself, as much as he tries. He and Miles have always butted heads-- his son just has this carefree, unfettered approach to life that Davis' strict, no-nonsense methods seemingly have no place in. A large part of him loves Miles for that, truly, even though sometimes Jefferson feels as if he's just slowing him down. But now, with Miles away at school on weeknights-- seemingly always busy with something or another-- Jefferson has never felt that gaping space between himself and his son yawn wider. Enter the new Spider-Man. A free-spirited kid, five foot nothing and standing between the whole city and danger as if it’s his job, breaking a long series of minor laws with careless ease, and giving a certain cop heart palpitations on a regular basis. Jefferson Davis can’t lie to himself anymore. No matter how much he hates vigilantes-- especially of the masked variety-- a child is a child. And a dad is a dad.
what's up danger by tempestaurora - Rated T
Gwen snorted. “You and Miles would get along-” A smile appeared on her face, growing wider. “You wanna go on a trip?” “A multi-dimensional trip.” “The only fun kind,” she agreed. Gwen turned to him, her smile large and coaxing. “It’ll be great. I’ll get you back here as soon as you want – but it could be fun! Meet Miles, maybe another Peter if we have time.” Peter really wanted to go to another universe, let’s be clear. But he a) had homework, b) didn’t need his brain to melt out of his ears, and c) had a dinner to get to in three hours. He totally ended up going to another universe.
spiderman loves you by owlinaminor - Rated T
Or: how to figure out if your son is actually Spiderman without letting him know that you suspect he’s Spiderman because you want to make sure you’re right about him being Spiderman before you ground him for the rest of his adolescent life.
@heyitsspiderman by meggannn - Rated T
@heyitsspiderman: people act like they know this city but when i’m in the air i find more boroughs all the time. so far ive counted ten. dont listen to big brother in your ceiling (google) telling you otherwise (google maps)
Spinsta (Spidey Insta) by Ravenesta - Rated T
There are things that Jefferson Davis simply does not understand. He's starting to, though.
the family brooklyn by tactfulGnostalgic - Rated T
Series: 4 Works
New York is notoriously protective of its superheroes.
New Moves by WildInkling - Rated G
"Miles needed something else - he needs more moves, he needs new moves. Watching old Spider-man videos on Who-Tube was not gonna be enough." Or: Miles Morales takes up ballet.
Down the Waterspout by Mockingone - Rated T
Peter Parker hightails out of the particle collider with Miles Morales tucked under his arm. Or: Spider-Man lives, and the consequences thereafter.
One New Message by loveydoveywlw - Rated G
"When his dad finds out about him being Spider-Man, it's not in any way that Miles has hoped it would happen." Jefferson finds out about Miles's secret.
Niṣkalaṃka by HydraNoMago - Rated T
“I’m not stupid,” Pavitr retorted stubbornly. Hobie pulled back to look him in the eye, thumbs grazing across Pavitr’s cheeks, dragging frustrated tears along them. “Pav,” he began, but halted to find the right words. He inhaled shakily. “Okay Pav listen, please. You don’t have to be perfect all the time.” “What do you mean–” Pavitr, the Spider-Man who strives for perfection; meets Hobie, the Spider-Man who skews perfection. (A character study into Pavitr, and the progression of his relationship with Hobie. No one dies, everyone moves forward.)
live, laugh, love & sleep by hopeless_hope - Rated T
Being a superhero and traveling the multiverse is exhausting work. So is being a student. You can't blame a guy for always falling asleep. or Five times someone finds Miles sleeping and one time they can't wake him up.
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flokali · 2 years
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— Love Letter | Tartaglia
Warnings: Gn! Reader, yandere, obsessive behavior, slight repetition, mentions of violence and kidnapping, delusional behavior, cussing, manipulative behavior, if I forgot anything ask to tag!
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You received a love letter, it had been slipped through the door of your bedroom and caught your eye just as you were preparing to go to bed. You make your way to the door and open it, taking the letter on your way; you look around the empty hallway in hopes of perhaps catching the sender but there’s not a soul in sight.
You close the door, slight uneasiness blooming in your chest as you make sure to lock it - you even think of barricading it but chose otherwise, you doubt it’d stop him if he was determined to find you. With a heavy sigh, you sit on the bed, you look over the simple envelope and hesitate. It was white with his name scribbled on it, you hated to admit it but you always did envy his handwriting, it was deceivingly innocent looking but you knew better; nothing could be innocent if he was involved.
Whatever, you think to yourself, you might as well read what he’s written.
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To the sole owner of my heart and soul,
How are you? I know that, by the time this letter reaches you, we probably have only been away for a couple of minutes or at most an hour but I feel inclined to know anyway.
It’s funny, I tend to write quite often - mostly to my family - but I realized I never wrote to you. Mainly because I have never quite let you leave my side but it still felt wrong to not have ever sent you something, my dear.
I hope that, perhaps, this way I can better articulate how I feel, maybe then you’ll be more interested in hearing. I mean, if you’ve read this far without tearing my humble letter apart it must mean I’ve caught your interest, wouldn’t you say? Ah, normally it’s here where you would scold me and tell me to get to the point, I like the way you sound so annoyed — is my voice that unpleasant to you? To me, your voice is easily the most alluring sound I have ever heard. If I could, I would like to have it replace the voice that narrates my thoughts; it’d be romantic, no? It'd feel like you could never leave my side… but then it’d only be fair if your thoughts were narrated by me; in that case, I would never leave your thoughts either~ I like the way it sounds…
You know, I think we’ve come quite far, wouldn’t you say? I remember the first night you spent home with me, you tried suffocating me with that pillow while you said all those cruel things, how long has it been since you’ve gotten angry like that at me? Four or so months by now? You’ve begun falling for me, haven’t you? Ah…
Just the thought makes me want to rip my heart out and give it to you! You falling in love with me, I’m getting excited at the idea – you’d be such a lovely spouse for me. I’m sure that if we keep working together you’ll love me just as much as I love you! You’ll want to die without me, you’ll want to breathe only the air I breathe, you’ll need to feel my skin against yours to feel alive, you’ll want to be one with each other until we can’t live apart, I’ll be the only thought in your mind! We’ll be such a lovely couple, in love and together and happy with a cute little family too.
Fuck… I miss you so much; I really do love you.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you so much and I need you to understand that and that everything I do is for you. I know you’re angry at me for stealing you away from that horrible life you had (because it was horrible, don’t try to deny it) but you need to understand I had to take you away, I can’t live without you. Not anymore. You’ll understand it someday and when you do, you’ll thank me, I’m sure.
I just couldn’t stand the thought of you being without me, the thought of other people touching you, talking to you, looking at you, thinking about you. It pissed me off. It makes me want to tear their eyes out, carve their hearts and make sure they can’t even think about you ever again, I simply can’t let them live. I can’t let them do that to you, I can’t allow you to be soiled by another who isn’t me.
I know right now you may struggle understanding that, but I know you’ll eventually come to see things my way. Be honest, sweetheart, were you truly happy? I can provide for you, I can love you, I can give you everything you want and deserve; I’m the only person who can love you the way you deserve to be loved. You need me as I need you, it’s that simple. Our love is the purest love there can be and there will come a day you’ll see, I’ll make sure of that.
It’s getting late and I want you to receive this letter before you go to sleep, I heard that when you read a letter from someone before bed you’ll dream about them, so I’ll wrap things up for now. Make sure to have plenty of dreams about me, okay? If you don’t, I’ll know~
Rest well, my darling.
With love,
Your ever loving Ajax.
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takecareluv · 2 years
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cramps & cuddles || vinnie hacker x reader
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waking up earlier than most days, y/n felt a particular pinch in her stomach that came like clockwork each and every month. with a groan she tossed the comforter aside, shivering at the sudden loss of the warm blanket that protected her from the cold air that otherwise filled the room.
y/n made her way into the bathroom. stepping in front of the mirror, she finally noticed the crimson stain on her newly purchased matching pajama set that she only just took the tags off of the night prior. she prayed it also didn’t stain the sheets in vinnie’s room.
already on the verge of tears, she opened the cabinet where she stored all of her period products only to find it empty. that was the final straw that lead her to breakdown. sinking to the floor, she pulled her legs close to her chest and attempted to be as quiet as possible while the tears spilled from her eyes, not wanting to wake up her sleeping boyfriend.
however, it was too late. vinnie, who heard the faint sound of sniffles coming from the bathroom, was quick to hop out of bed and walk towards the closed door. “baby you in there?” he asked, voice still raspy from just waking up.
when he didn’t get much of a response, he pushed the door open slightly to see his precious girlfriend crying in a ball in the corner. now even more worried, he rushed over to the girl, crouching down next to her. “sweetheart, what’s wrong? why are you crying?”
“i started my period and i-, i stained my new pajamas and probably your bedding too. and now i don’t have any pads or tampons left to put on. i don’t even know why i’m crying. this is so stupid, i’m so stupid.” she babbled out barely taking a second to breathe.
“hey, hey, you’re not stupid. you’re okay, everything is gonna be okay,” vinnie said while pulling the girl closer to him, allowing y/n to lay her head on his chest. “don’t worry about the sheets or anything, i can wash them. and i can go to the store to get you whatever you need. okay, baby?”
she only continued to let out a wail, “no, no you don’t have to do that. i don’t want to make you have to go out right now because of me, you just woke up. i’ll just have them delivered or something.”
holding her face with both his hands so that she would finally look at him, wiping the tears from her eyes. “don’t cry, my love. you know i hate it when you cry.” he whispered, placing a bunch of kisses all over her face in attempt to cheer the girl up. “and don’t worry about it, baby. you’re not making me go anywhere, i want to go for you. and you know how long it takes to get stuff postmated here. it’ll be so much quicker if i go, yeah?”
y/n only nodded, knowing he was right.
pulling her up to stand, vinnie placed a kiss to the shorter girl’s forehead while she wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling into his chest once again. “why don’t you take a hot shower while i run to the store and when i get back we can cuddle all day and watch movies. how’s that sound?”
feeling her nod against him in agreement, he kissed her one last time before pulling away from the hug, much to y/n’s dismay, and making his way out of the room to get ready. “i’ll be back before you know it, sweetheart. i love you.”
“love you more,” y/n replied, letting out a sigh once she heard the door shut.
she did exactly what vinnie suggested, turning on the shower to hot and while letting it heat up, snatched her most expensive body washes and scrubs from the top shelf of the cabinet, knowing she needed the extra little bit of self care today.
-
in the mean time, vinnie stripped the bed of its sheets, placing them into the wash while also putting a pair of his sweatpants and sweatshirts into the dryer so they were warm, and especially cozy, for his girlfriend to wear once she got out of the shower.
while waiting for the clothes to be done, he put fresh sheets on their shared bed, not without quite a bit of struggling when it came to the fitted sheet. why did they make these things so difficult, he thought to himself.
a few minutes later the timer went off and vinnie quickly took the sweatsuit out, folding the pieces nicely, and leaving it on the bed for y/n.
now that he was finished with that, vinnie grabbed his wallet and keys and headed out of the house, making his way towards the rx7 sitting in the driveway.
-
after a ten minute drive, he arrived at the nearest convenience store.
walking up and down the aisles, he picked up a bunch of y/n’s favorite snacks: a couple salty, some sweet, and a pint of ben & jerry’s ice cream, dairy free of course. he knew y/n always had a variety of craving during her period.
turning into the last aisle, he was overwhelmed with what felt like an endless amount of options. how many brands of this stuff were there?… there are sizes?… i think she wears the ones with the little flowers on the outside? so many questions were running through his head as he frantically decided to call his mom, figuring she was the best person to help.
barely giving her time to say hello, he hastily asked “playtex or tampax? what’s the difference? and how do i know what size y/n is?” he heard his mom let out a chuckle, “take a deep breath, vin.”
she continued to give him the run down on all things period products, probably a little too in depth, but she knew he would need it in the future. from the difference between liners and pads to heavy flow and regular, vinnie was now fully educated.
with that she left him to make the final decision, not without giving her son a multiple praises for being so good to his girlfriend.
they exchanged “goodbyes” and “i love you’s” while vinnie picked out a pack of nighttime and day time pads, along with an extra large box of tampons so she wouldn’t run out anytime soon. finally walking over to the checkout, he paid for everything and raced home to his awaiting girlfriend.
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hurrying into their bedroom, he visibly cooed at the sight of his girlfriend bundled up in his clothes, which looked way better on her he thought.
“you’re back! now please cuddle me. i have cramps.”
vinnie laughed at the girl’s plea, joining her on the bed. “i got everything you needed,” he stated while dumping everything that was once in the bag onto their bed.
“and clearly more. how many snacks did you get? you got more girlfriends on their period that i don’t know about?” y/n joked.
“only you, baby. and i you get all sorts of craving while you’re on your period so i figured i hit all the bases while i was already at the store. oh and i also ordered you a new pajama set because i know how much you loved the one you stained.”
“you did what?” she questioned, amazed at how caring her boyfriend was.
“there were a bunch of colors though and i couldn’t decide which i liked best since they would all look perfect on you so i just got them all.”
“you, vinnie hacker,” she began while grabbing his face to place a big kiss to his lips, “are truly the most amazing person i have ever met. thank you for all of this. i’ve had some care about me this much,” she started to get emotional.
“hey, no more tears, baby. we’ve had enough of those today. you know i’d do anything for you. i love you, pretty girl.”
“i love you even more, pretty boy. now what movie should we start with?”
a.n. i was sure if i wanted to post this today in light of everything going on but i know for me reading fics always brings me comfort when i need it most and helps me take my mind off things and i figured we all could use that today. so here is nothing but fluff for anyone who needs a little bit of an escape right now! please take care of yourselves. i know today was especially rough and triggering so make sure to take some time to take of yourself mentally. don’t feel pressured to constantly be reading or posting things online, protesting and such. although those are obviously great things to do, please make sure to not overwhelm yourselves with it all. i love you all. stay safe <3
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aller-geez · 10 months
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༝༚༝༚ Welcome to my particular little corner of Hell •⩊•
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While you’re here, feel free to look around~
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Hey snzblr, I’m allergeez, geezie, geezus or Remi, but you guys probably know me by my OC, also named Remi. 🖤🐺
I am 27 years old, and go by She/Her. I’m married, and am pansexual 🖤
I am also permanently stuck between greyscale goth, and pastel soft bean 🖤
@thekinkyleopard & i have OC babies together that we frequently post new fics & art of,
both snz & non snz 🖤
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I created my main OC, Remington (Remi) 13 years ago with my friend, @thekinkyleopard , owner of Levi, (she also owns Connie, Alistar, Biziil, Elex, and Sy) and have been using him ever since (he’s super fun and adorable to torture >:3)
Fun Fact!: I started going by Remington 9 years ago, because of my OC 🖤
I love to draw and otherwise make art, and sometimes I like to write, even if getting it perfect takes a little time. I frequently post my art of my main OC, Remington, and his mate, Levi, as well as the occasional fic when the creativity allows lmao. I do always have my requests open to anyone (any of my own, or Kezzie’s thekinkyleopard OCs only!)
Despite my name, I don’t have any allergies, and I honestly don’t snz very much (THOUGH I TRY, TRUST ME >:C) so WAVs aren’t my thing /: though I’ll probably appreciate yours 🫠
Tags include: #geezieart, #geeziefic, #geezierant, #geezieanswers, #geeziespeedpaint, #geeziegif
(Kezzie posts 98% of the fic content, and I draw the covers for her fics. She posts snzfics bc she loves me, and some vanilla, as well as full canon lore if you’re interested!)
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What I’m Into:
Sneezing (obviously~) M & F
Whump (fever/illness/injury), otherwise H/C
Contagion
Stoic/Angry/Strong characters getting sick/injured and needing to be taken care of by someone they would usually be protecting (IM LOOKIN AT U REMI BBY)
Spray 🖤
Domination/Pushiness (BDSM dynamics)
Pet Play
Slight Embarrassment but nothing too crazy
Vulnerability
Being snzed on 🖤
What I’m NOT Into:
Excessive mess (I know.. 🤡)
Pedophilia [MINORS DNI! ]
Humiliation/kink shaming
Super loud/startling snzs
Emeto
If you’ve made it this far, thank you!
And thank you everyone for helping me reach 250 followers 🖤
It means the world to me honestly to have that many people interested in my art and love my snotty, grumpy boy Rem just as much as I do 😭😭😭
I really do not appreciate hate, and it will swiftly be deleted and you will be blocked. Thanks for your cooperation!
— Geezie, the real Remi ⋆⭒˚。⋆
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picnokinesis · 1 year
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DOCTOR WHO POSITIVITY DRIVE
Hello everyone! 
Alright, so I recently got the chance to go to Gallifrey One, which was absolutely incredible, but what struck me the most was just how positive the atmosphere was. I went there worrying that there would be a big, obvious divide between people who liked one era and people who liked another - but there wasn’t at all. Everyone was so friendly and nice, and it was such a celebration of the entire show, old and new. And it’s only really hit me now that I’ve come back to the online fandom after that experience that the reason I felt that way was because recently a lot of people seem to be either focusing on the parts of the show that they hate, or hating on other parts of the show to say why the part they like it good. And I’m tired of it - this is a show that tells us to see wonder in the universe and be kind to one another! - and after talking to a few people, I think a lot of folks are. And so I came up with this idea - a positivity drive! 
Here’s how it works: if you want to, make a post about any part of Doctor Who that you like! Maybe it’s a specific era, or a specific character, or maybe multiple different things or just the show as a whole. Whatever you like - and then encourage other people to do the same! It can be as short or as long as you like. There are just a couple of rules:
Rule 1: Don’t be negative about any part of the show in order to say something positive about another part. This is about celebration, remember. 
Rule 2: If someone else posts something for the positivity drive that you disagree with or that you actually really hate about the show - leave them be. Of course, if you want to make your own critical post, I’m not going to stop you, but the last thing I want is for people to start arguments on posts that are meant to be about celebrating the show. We’re all a community of people with different opinions and tastes, and so we like different things! And that’s okay! 
Rule 3: Tag your post with #dw positivity drive so people can find posts and share the love. It’ll also help me because I would like to reblog as many posts as I can! And if you feel like encouraging other folks to join in too, that would be really awesome! I want this to span across as many eras and aspects of the show as possible 
I’ll start everyone off by saying what I like about the show, but I’m going to put it under the cut because otherwise this will get too long. But if people are happy to reblog this and/or share it with folks in other ways, that would be really helpful! I just think it would be amazing if we could recreate that sense of love and joy that I felt at Gallifrey One - because isn’t this what fandom is all about? Sharing joy for the things that we love? I think it should be! 
Since I’ve been watching the show since 2005, I thought I’d say what I liked about each showrunner era, because I love the RTD, Moffat and Chibnall era for a bunch of different reasons. And to be clear, if I say something I like about one era, that doesn’t mean I think it’s bad or not done well in another era - it’s just a particular thing I like about that era! 
RTD ERA
I really love RTD’s characters - they’re always so vibrant and real, and he’s really good at establishing the characters quickly and giving us a really clear and consistent sense of who they are and what matters to them! It’s also really satisfying to watch the story arcs of these characters - I think of Donna in particularly, because I really love how she grows from a character with so little confidence in herself to someone who manages to save everything that she knows. And yes, I know she loses her memory too, but I lowkey love that - especially in the context of the recent series, with the Doctor suddenly discovering that their own memories have been erased - because the pain of it is so brutal and real, and it somehow feels even worse than if she’d died. I love angst and tragedy when it’s done well, and that’s another thing that RTD is excellent at! (Like the whole thing with the TIME WAR, guh, it’s such a good way to bring back a show that had been off the air for so long)
On that note!! He brought back the show!! And he did it with a wheelie bin burping what an ICON
RTD tends to put his themes and his message at the heart of the story he’s telling, and I really love that because it just resonates through the whole thing
Ok this is a silly thing but as a kid I always loved it when RTD would like...have a word or phrase that kept cropping up and you’d spot it in lots of episodes and it would suddenly become relevant in the climax? Like in s1 it was ‘bad wolf’, and then in s2 it was ‘torchwood’, and then less of a word/phrase but how in s4 they kept bringing up about the missing planets? It was just really cool and excellent storytelling to set up for what is coming for the end of the series 
There are so many stories that I love in this era - it’s one I’m very fond of because I grew up with it, and honestly I think it inspired me so much to like sci-fi as much as I do now
MOFFAT ERA
The episodes in this era are always so bombastic and spectacular! There’s such a cool sense of scale for the universe, and so many cool new monsters and worlds are brought in that I really enjoy (like the christmas episode with the flying sharks? HELLO? I’m absolutely obsessed with that). And yet we also get this really cool dichotomy with the home life of the characters too, and seeing how their relationship with the Doctor and how their lives at home don’t always work well together, and it’s such a cool theme to really dive into. 
Early Moffat era - especially s5 - has this really wonderful like...fairytale vibe, I guess? Just the themes of s5 are really nice, and I particularly love how we see them woven throughout the narrative and also just the style of the show and how the stories are told. It’s awesome
Moffat era has some absolutely CRACKING two-parters! I think one of my favourites are probably the crash of the Byzantium two-parter, but then the s10 finale is just absolutely BRUTAL but so, so well done. On that note, I absolutely ADORE s10 on the whole, like just Twelve, Bill and Nardole as a TARDIS team? And then everything between Twelve and Missy? I’m obsessed with it, it’s so so good. 
The Doctor speeches!! So many iconic lines!! 
Moffat has some REALLY awesome concepts that he delves into in his era - like the idea of a crack in time! The Pandorica! The confession dial! Aliens that make you forget you even saw them! Aliens from a two-dimension universe trying to invade ours! And then, of COURSE, the way he uses the black hole and time dilation in the s10 finale? Absolutely INCREDIBLE, it’s just SO cool! 
CHIBNALL ERA
I know I keep going on about themes but I absolutely LOVE the themes of Chibnall’s era, especially in s12-13 and the way it digs so much into identity. It’s something that I myself really love to write about, as well as being something that really resonates with me personally, and so it’s just been an absolute TREAT to see it get dived into in a show I love so much, and done so well! I also really love how it explore memory and trauma and how that ties to identity, which is another topic I find really fascinating. 
With Chibnall’s stories, I’ve really found that the more you dig into them and engage with them, and try and figure out how they tick, the more and more satisfying and enjoyable they become. It’s makes writing for and being in the fandom for this era in particular so wonderful, because even now, years after some episodes aired, I keep finding more connections and more things that I hadn’t realised about, and it’s AWESOME! I also really love how it’s all such a love letter to the show as a whole - the last episode in particular is a great example of that, but I really think the whole of this era is as well! There are so many references and connections back to both RTD and Moffatt’s era, but then also Classic Who as well! Like, for example, take the Timeless Child arc - the way it weaves threads that had been left hanging from previous seasons, taking inconsistencies that are natural for a show that has been airing for sixty years (!!) and make them fit in so beautifully into the tapestry of canon? It’s SO COOL!! And so satisfying! I think people sometimes say that Chibnall tore canon apart, but I actually think that’s the opposite of what he’s done - he took things like the Cartmel Masterplan and The Brains of Morbius and that one random scene in the Matrix from the Deadly Assassin...and he made them all FIT together! It’s amazing! And then in Flux too - I saw someone talk about how the Flux being created by Tecteun because of the Doctor actually makes the end of s5 make even more sense - because in the future, the universe is being destroyed because of the Doctor, and so all of Eleven’s enemies put him in the Pandorica! It’s brilliant. AND THEN bringing back Ace and Tegan for the centenary of the BBC!!! He finished off their story arcs DECADES after their last appearances, and it just the coolest thing 
On that note! So many ties back to Classic Who!! We love to see it!! I also really appreciate the fact that Flux enabled so much Lungbarrow clowning, which I think had to be intentional because why would it have been there otherwise, plus we KNOW that Chibnall knows about Lungbarrow - so yknow. It’s silly but I love it yknow
This era is just so GORGEOUS, it’s absolutely stunning? Not just the CGI but also just the lighting and the amount of detail and love that goes into the set design and the costumes! There are so many details to enjoy and I love that
I love all the characters so much, they’re absolutely wonderful! Again, a lot of the characterisation feels quite under the surface, but the more you let the episode sit with you and look at the details, the more you see, and it’s wonderful. I’m also particularly attached to Thirteen for a lot of personal reasons, because it’s the first time I’ve ever been able to see so much of myself in a character - and yet she’s still open to interpretation, so other people can see themselves in her as well. And especially when at Gally One someone asked Chibnall about Thirteen’s autistic traits, and he confirmed that they were intentional - that was just SO wonderful, because as someone who is autistic, I’ve always found a lot of the way I see the world mirrored in the Doctor’s character, but this was especially true with Thirteen (it’s one of the reasons why I really love how she was portrayed alongside Telsa in s12 ep4). So to hear it confirmed as intentional was just awesome
I also really love how there has clearly been an intent to include more diversity and be more inclusive, both in front of the camera and behind it! Whilst there have definitely been slip ups, I think the right intentions have definitely been there, and I’ve seen the tangible impact that it’s had on real people around me. For example, with Demons of the Punjab, there were so many people (myself included) who knew nothing about the Partition of India, because it’s just not taught about in schools here (which is absolutely shameful!). I actually worked on a creative project about the partition after this episode aired, and the amount of people who said they only found out about it because of Doctor Who was significant. And I think it’s really great and really important, because it’s leading Doctor Who to explore parts of history that we don’t normally see portrayed or talked about. And Chibnall has also clearly worked really hard to focus the historical episodes on important women in history, especially ones who many people might not have heard about, such as Noor Inayat Khan and Mary Seacole! (I remember my Indian friend being so cross that she’d never been taught about Noor at school after watching Spyfall Part 2 - someone just like her, and she was only finding out about it in 2020!). I also hugely appreciate the fact that he baked into the lore that the Doctor being a woman wasn’t a one-off by introducing Jo Martin’s Doctor, who was also absolutely wonderful, as well as all the Timeless Child regenerations that we see. And then at the same time! Establishing that the Doctor hasn’t always been white! Chibnall gave us our first Black Doctor, and then gave us even more with the Timeless Child - and that’s awesome. 
One of the things that has always struck me, but especially after going to Gally One, was how much love and joy there was for the show from Chibnall, Jodie, and everyone else involved in making it. They all talked about each other so positively, always praising and crediting other people for all the work that they did, and seemed to actively work towards making sure everyone on set felt welcome and included (even though Jodie claims that she was just nosy and wanted to talk to everyone haha - but regardless! The positive impact was so profound that every time people ask about how it was filming, every person mentions how wonderful Jodie is, unprompted). And Chibnall himself clearly cares so much about the show, and has so much of a passion for it - but is also just a really decent guy who just wants to encourage and enable other people, based on the interactions I had with him in person at Gally One. And I think that shows so much in his whole era 
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We haven’t had much yet but NCUTI GATWA!!! AHHHH I am SO excited! He looks amazing already and I cannot wait
DONNA NOBLE COMING BACK?? IN 2023?? I’m not ready at ALL I’m going to cry
YASMIN FINNEY!!! 
BEEP THE MEEP!! (but on that note!! How he’s bringing in obscure extended canon characters? Absolutely obsessed, I want more of it!)
The trailer just looks like so much fun and I’m hype
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A Touch of Humanity - Din Djarin x gn!reader
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re-edited (Feb. 2023)
Read on AO3 - Masterlist
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Part I: Nabu
Part II | Part III
summary: Naboo isn't Din's favorite place in the galaxy. It doesn't even break his top ten. Grogu's ever-curious and troublemaking nature intertwines their lives with that of a local artist. Someone who is able to wrangle Grogu, comfort Din, and care for others without a second thought. Naboo isn't Din's favorite place in the galaxy, but with you around it was quickly becoming that way.
word count: 9.1k
tags/warnings: fluff, the timeline is what I say it is just go with it, Din deserves a #1 Dad mug, Grogu is a menace, gift giving is Din's love language, I used canonical places and history until there was no more to go off of and then made up my own to flesh it out, mentions of forgetting to eat, descriptions of food, slow burn
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Naboo is humid this time of year. It’s muggy, damp, moist, all the worst things to be when it's so damn hot. It’s the type of boiling humidity that Din can feel creep across his skin under his armor. He absolutely hates having to come to Naboo. A planet ripe with swamps, cities full of holier-than-thou pompous people, and don’t get him started on the Gungans. Din swears he’s not prejudiced, but if one more Gungan tries having a conversation with him he's shooting first and asking questions later. 
Sure, everyone else in the galaxy might see Naboo as this idyllic planet, but Din just can’t. The scenery is beautiful, he won't deny that. Having to chase down a bounty here, however, isn't quite as beautiful. Democracy and civil order are great. Until they interfere with him doing his job because some lowlife seeks asylum in Naboo’s lengthy court systems. Rendering them essentially untouchable unless he wants the entire Republic on his ass. 
The only saving grace of this hellscape of a planet is the mountains. It's quieter up in the Gallo Mountains. The people aren't as nosy or judgemental. They tend to their crops, their children, and their homes while minding their business. Outsiders are welcome, but not doted on. Something Din can respect. Maybe it's the closer connection to their Grizmallti roots, but the people of Dee’ja Peak are much more palatable than those from the cities. Or the Gungans.
Even in this sticky heat, the people of Dee’ja Peak go about their business. The buildings are stout cylinders with round roofs. Public buildings are taller than residential ones. Windmills are scattered throughout the town, generating all the energy they need. Some smaller gardens are used for personal crops, but otherwise, there are tiered fields in the mountainous terrain where they grow what is needed for the season. A river flows along the southernmost border, the water a glittering blue. No doubt if Din were to follow it he would come upon a waterfall over the mountain’s edge. 
He spots what he’s looking for. There’s a corral where the younger children are kept during the workday. A few people are assigned each day to care for them. Din knows there's no place safer on Naboo than Dee’ja Peak. There’s also likely no one as qualified to watch Grogu while Din goes digging for information on a former resident. 
“Stay put,” he orders the child after placing him in the corral. 
Grogu peers up at him, cooing. 
“Go play, I’ll be back soon.”
Grogu observes his surroundings with anxious curiosity. Once he starts to amble off toward the other children, Din stalks off to the Inn. It’s a neutral-toned building with a couple of floors. The door slides open once it senses him. A middle-aged woman sits behind the counter reading a newspaper. She looks up with her eyes only when she hears the door.
“How many nights?” She asks, looking back at her paper. 
“I’m not here for a room,” Din says.
This gets her to fully look up at him. She looks him up and down with a critical gaze. Unlike most other places, the people here never seem too put off or intimidated by his presence. Din honestly appreciates the tonal difference here from the rest of Naboo, the planet. Although every Naboo, the people, has Grizmallti ancestry, the Naboo tend to focus on their newer identity. A side effect of fleeing due to civil war. 
The people in the mountains, though. They don't consider themselves Naboo. They consider themselves Grizmallti herds who live in the mountains of Nabu. Grizmallti herds use the original name given to Naboo, the name of the deity they once worshipped. All things Din has to remember when dealing with the different sides of the planet. Their differences are small but vital. Not offending anyone or ticking someone off makes Din’s life easier whenever he blows through. Working knowledge of the cultures is just part of the job. 
“What are you here for then?” the woman asks him, jerking her chin up at him.
“I need information on Sola Pellis. I was told to come to you.”
“You were told wrong.”
Din measures the woman. There’s definitely a blaster holstered to the underside of the counter. Her joints are swollen from wear and tear meaning her movements will be slow.
“What are you getting for hiding her? I can double it,” he attempts. 
The woman snorts.
“I’m not hiding anyone. Only people in here are paying me to sleep. I don't have anything for you about Sola.”
“But you know who she is.”
Newspaper abandoned on the countertop, the woman sighs.
“Look, I recognize you. I know why you’re looking for her. If I had any information, I'd give it to you. Sola is no friend of Dee’ja Peak, or Nabu.”
Din can tell she's being honest. A dead end. Great. Perfect. Tracking down Sola Pellis is proving to be a headache. One he isn't sure is worth the credits. 
“Do you know of anyone who may have more information?”
“I know the last time she was seen she was disappearing into the thick woods to the west. If that's true, you can kiss your bounty goodbye,” the woman tells him, going back to her newspaper.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because no one goes into those woods and comes back. The Gungans avoid the core of Nabu because of the sea monsters. The Grizmallti avoid the thick woods for a similar reason,” her words are ominous, but her gaze doesn't leave the article she’s reading. 
Din mutters a thank you and leaves. The cooled air of the Inn does nothing but make the outside even more unbearable. Dirt crunches beneath his boots. Chatter fills the air as the townspeople live their collective lives. When he arrives back at the corral Grogu is nowhere to be seen. Panic seeps in, but instinct takes over. There’s a break in the wood of the corral fence. One just big enough for the adventurous scamp to squeeze through. 
A set of small three-toed footprints lead away from the corral. Din follows them. He can see a couple of scuffs where Grogu must have taken a tumble. No doubt he was running to avoid getting caught doing exactly what he wasn't supposed to be doing. The tracks lead to one of the many short cylindrical houses and end at the front door. With a sigh, Din knocks on the door. He’s more irritated with the kid than worried he’s in danger. In all his travels, he’s only ever come to this particular corner of Naboo for information. The seedy underbelly of the galaxy seems to steer clear of here. Like the whole galaxy has an unspoken but agreed-upon respect for Dee’ja Peak. 
You open the door smiling over your shoulder. The smile falters as you take him in curiously. It only takes a second for realization to light up your face.
“You must be here for the little one,” your voice is as kind as your smile.
Din nods. You gesture for him to follow you inside. He does so cautiously. It’s a small space, but undoubtedly cozy. A couple of cushy-looking seats surround a small table. The kitchen is attached to the far curved wall, containing only the essentials. A stove, a fridge, a counter with three lower cabinets, and a sink. Grogu splashes around in the water in the sink. His clothes are folded on the counter. He coos and reaches out when he spots Din approaching.
“You’re giving him a bath,” Din states, just a hint of a question at the end.
“Yeah, he was covered in dirt and jelly. I hope you don't mind,” you say as you grab a dish towel to dry Grogu off.
“Jelly?”
“I think he smelled my jelly cakes and wandered over here. When I came out of the bathroom, he was laying on a plate of crumbs,” you chuckle.
Din turns his head so Grogu knows he’s giving him a disapproving stare. The kid gives him an innocent look in return. 
“I’m sorry. I can pay you for them,” Din says.
You shake your head and wave him off as you wrap Grogu in the towel.
“No worries. He’s very sweet. Are you his father?” You smile as you redress the kid.
“In a way.”
You nod. When Grogu is once again dressed, you scoop him up. He happily coos as you make silly faces at him. Din is itching to get off this planet, but he doesn’t put a stop to it. Not for the first time, Din wonders if he’s doing the kid a disservice. He could tuck Grogu away somewhere here. Where it’s safe. At least, safer than anywhere else. The lonesome ache that ate at him when Grogu was with Luke comes back at the thought. Then the silent reminder that Grogu chose to live this life with him. 
“Thank you for cleaning him up.”
You flash Din a smile that gives the scenery of Naboo a run for its money.
“It's really no problem. Like I said, he’s very sweet. Although, you should probably teach him not to wander into strangers’ homes. I know not everywhere is like here,” you give him a light lecture. 
“I’m trying,” Din sighs. 
Your smile turns sympathetic. With one last little boop of his nose, you hand Grogu off to Din. As you do so, you tell him your name. Din doesn’t return the favor, but you don't ask him to. You’ve seen him pass through before. No one knows his name. When parents are trying to scare their kids straight he’s the Man With The Metal Skin. To everyone else, he’s simply the Mandalorian. 
“Who are you looking for this time?” you ask.
Din freezes as he looks at you. Only interest paints your features. His guard goes up.
“Why do you think I’m looking for someone?” he asks.
You quirk an amused smile.
“Believe it or not, not many bounty hunters come through here. Even less Mandalorians. People talk.”
He regards you for a moment longer.
“Sola Pellis. Do you know her?”
You go pale. Regardless of how you decide to answer, Din can tell the truth. You swallow around the lump that’s formed in your throat.
“I think we all know her.”
“Do you know where I might find her?”
An uncomfortable shift on your feet gives you away.
“Not exactly. She told me she was going to Jakku, but then I heard she was seen going into the forest west of here,” you tell him guiltily.
“Which would you believe?” 
Your eyes squeeze shut for a moment. There's a deep intake of breath through your nose then an exhale through your slightly parted lips. Once the calming action is complete, your eyes open again. They fix steadily on Din.
“I want to tell you to believe she went into the forest.”
“But you don't think she did,” he checks for confirmation.
“No, I don’t. My sister is many things, but suicidal isn’t one of them,” you sigh.
“Sister?”
“Estranged, but yes.”
Din chews on this unexpected bit of information. He spares a glance at Grogu. How the hell did the kid manage to kick up a lead like this?
“Do you have any idea where on Jakku she would go?” He knows it's a long shot, but it's also his only shot.
“I don't even know what’s on Jakku other than sand,” you admit sheepishly.
Din gives a short nod. That’s everything. Grogu coos at you some more, clearly infatuated now that he knows you possibly carry jelly cakes. It makes it hard for Din to move. Grogu doesn't even reach toward Peli like this. 
“Thank you,” he says.
Another moment of standing there.
“I’m sorry about your sister.”
The words completely surprise you. He can see it all over your face. Your eyebrows raise, your eyes grow larger, and your face reddens just a tad. 
“You’re just doing your job, right?” You give a sad smile.
He once again nods. It’s not the first time the job has left him feeling a little torn. The first time was Grogu. With that, he makes his leave for Jakku.
***
It’s a couple of weeks later when the Mandalorian is knocking on your door again. Surprise is evident on your face as you greet him.
“Would you watch him?” He asks without any prelude.
You simply blink at him for a moment. Grogu essentially materializes from beneath the Mandalorian’s cape. He had been tucked nicely into a leather bag. 
“Really?”
“If it isn't too much trouble.”
“Y’know there’s the corral in-”
“I left him there last time and he ended up with you. I think he’ll be happier going with you, to begin with.”
Grogu’s big eyes watch you hopefully. He coos and reaches out for you. Maker, he’s adorable. With a smile, you accept him into your arms.
“Okay, how long will you be?” 
“I won't be back until nightfall.”
Your eyebrows furrow. It’s morning now. That’s a long time to leave his child with someone who’s a perfect stranger. 
“Where are you going?”
“Moenia, but I don’t trust anywhere else to be safe enough. He’s… special.”
The vagueness of the Mandalorian’s words piques your interest, but you put it off for another time. Moenia is a city below the mountains. No wonder he'll be gone all day. You give him a nod as Grogu tangles his hands in your hair.
“Good luck.”
The Mandalorian nods. He gives Grogu one last pat on the head before leaving. As long as you kept him fed and entertained, Grogu was pretty painless to watch over. You learned quickly that any inkling of boredom leads to increasing amounts of mischief. It took a broken plate, a chewed slipper, and a close call with a knife to teach you that lesson.
Night has settled over the Gallo Mountains when Din returns. He seems a little worse for wear. You can tell even through all that beskar armor. His shoulders are a bit slumped and his knock wasn’t as strong. He expects you to hand Grogu off and then to be on his way. 
“He’s asleep and by the looks of it you should be too,” you tell him with an amused smile.
Din follows you into your house. Grogu is out like a light on one of the cushy seats. A too-large blanket covers him to his chin. Din waits and watches for a second. A calm rushes over him when he observes Grogu’s chest moving lightly. When his attention is turned back to you he finds a soft smile already facing him.
“Was he any trouble?” Din asks quietly.
“A little, but it was a fun trouble,” you shrug slightly, “He’s a good kid.”
“Thank you for watching him.”
“Anytime. Now, you’re clearly tired and the kid is asleep. You’re welcome to stay the night. I have a cot I can bring out,” you offer kindly.
He has to mull it over. The thought of sleeping in his armor tempts him to go back to the Razor Crest. The exhaustion in his bones and Grogu’s peaceful form pull him to stay. He can stand a night of sleeping in his armor, he decides.
“I would appreciate that.”
***
Morning comes slowly on Naboo. The daylight takes its time creeping over the mountains to warm up Dee’ja Peak. Din awakes with a crick in his neck but is otherwise rested. He sits up and tilts his head left with a satisfying crack. Then he tilts his head right, earning another satisfying crack, alleviating the crick.
“That sounded like it felt good,” your playful voice says from the kitchen. 
Din looks over and sees you at a little table pressed against the wall. Grogu is across from you all but swimming in a bowl of warm oats. It makes him ache a little, how at home Grogu seems to feel here. Din knows what he’s made to do as a Mandalorian. He knows what is expected of him as he raises a foundling. Still, he can't help recalling his own youngling days. He remembers wishing that he could just stay in one place for longer than a few days. He suspects that’s why he’s prone to revisiting familiar landscapes. It gives him a false sense of stability and he hopes it may for Grogu as well. 
“It did,” he admits. 
The deep cool tone of his voice skates across your skin leaving subtle goosebumps. You’re not sure if it's the modulator in his helmet, but his voice is so soothing. 
“Do you want some breakfast?” you gesture to the pot on the stove over a low flame.
“No, that’s alright. We should go when he’s done.”
You nod and go back to what you were doing. He hasn't noticed the paper in front of you until now, or the furious scribbling of your hand. The tip of your tongue sticks out as you focus on the drawing you’ve been working on. 
“Is that… me?” he asks, befuddled and flustered. 
On the paper before you is a drawing. An extremely good drawing. It’s Din on the cot, one hand on his chest and the other on his stomach as he sleeps. The morning light filters through the window, shining off his armor. Over him is Grogu, peering down from where he was once asleep on the seat. The shading is soft and photorealistic. He imagines you’ve been at it for at least an hour. Something deep in his chest stirs, waking something else deep in his belly. 
“Oh- uh- yeah, sorry. I was waiting for you to wake up and… force of habit I guess,” you stutter out, face flushing. 
“You have a habit of drawing people while they’re sleeping?” he questions.
“Well, not exactly, but I have a habit of drawing whenever the inspiration strikes without really thinking,” you rub the back of your neck, embarrassed.
Din allows himself a moment to study the image. It’s like a graphite photograph. You have some real skill with a pencil. Maybe even more than Din has with a blaster. 
“Could I have it?” he asks, an edge of anxiousness nudging in at the end.
You brandish a smile that makes the inside of Din’s flight suit a little hotter. Maker, it’s been too long since he’s taken care of himself. 
“Yeah, of course.”
You put a few finishing touches on the drawing before rolling it up and handing it over. Din almost wishes you could see the soft smile he offers up. 
“You’re very good.”
“Thank you,” you smile bashfully.
“You've been very kind to us. Thank you.”
You nod, still sporting a small smile. A glance between Din and Grogu doesn't go unnoticed.
“You’re both welcome anytime… Could I ask you a question, though?” 
Din can see the apprehensiveness rolling off of you.
“You can ask, but I can’t promise an answer.”
“What happened with my sister?” 
A beat of silence. Well, silence outside of Grogu’s munching.
“I’m still looking. Jakku was another dead end,” he answers honestly.
“What… what are you going to do with her when you find her?” You ask slowly,
You stare him down. A good minute goes by with no words and an intense gaze you can feel from behind that helmet. 
“The bounty doesn't specify dead or alive. It’s up to her how I bring her in.”
You nod, a sigh slipping out. It's no secret that Sola Pellis is the worst the Gizmallti has to offer. The people of Dee’ja Peak usually keep to themselves. They conduct their lives up in the mountains and don't get involved with the affairs of other places. What drove Sola to become a mercenary, you don't know.
 You do know that she mostly took jobs and money from the worst people. Sola has hurt a lot of people, a lot of children. Somewhere along the way whatever moral compass she had deteriorated. It’s no surprise someone put a bounty on her head. If anything, it’s a surprise it took this long. 
“So, where to next?” You ask as you take your bowl and Grogu’s now empty bowl to the sink. 
You place the dirty dishes in the sink but turn to face Din again. Your lower back presses into the edge of the sink as you lean back.
“Tatooine.”
“Tatooine that’s…,” you pause a moment to think, brows furrowing creating a wrinkle between them before your face brightens, “desert planet with two suns, right?” 
Din nods. He scoops up a gurgling Grogu. There’s something about the hard lines of the Mandalorian contrasting the softness of the kid that ensnares you. He’s so gentle with the tiny ball of trouble. So much gentler than you’d expect someone of his background to be capable of being. In fact, whenever he’s in town the Mandalorian is extremely peaceful. He’s civil. A strange juxtaposition from the stories you’ve heard about the group.
“That’s a kinder description than I would give it,” he says after a moment of consideration.
“What description would you give it?”
“A boiling Sarlacc pit.” 
A laugh tumbles off your lips. It's a soft sound that gives Din the same sensation as hearing distant wind chimes. A sort of contemplative calm that allows his chest room to feel the steady beating of his own heart. A brief moment of acknowledging his own humanity.
“Have you been to a lot of places then?” 
Once again, Din nods.
“Have you been to Coruscant?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Do you like any places you’ve visited?” you chuckle.
“I like it here,” it hangs in the air for a moment before he snatches it back with a clarification, “in Dee’ja Peak.”
“I’m glad Nabu caught your affection,” you smile with a hint of pride. 
“Not Naboo,” he shakes his head slightly. 
An amused quirk takes over your smile.
“Don’t let anyone else hear you say it like that.”
“I’m sorry, Nabu.” Din takes care to emphasize the ah sound a little more and shorten the last syllable. 
“No worries, just be careful when you're out there. People tend to get very defensive about the Naboo around here.”
Din nods in understanding. It was a careless slip-up on his part. He takes it as a sign that he’s gotten too comfortable here. 
“Thank you, again.”
He takes his leave, you giving a chest-height wave after him. 
***
You aren't answering the door a week later. Grogu coos curiously up at Din from his pod. The afternoon air hangs temperate and still.
“I don't know,” Din answers the question in Grogu’s eyes. 
He stalks off into town to ask around. He would have left Grogu with the newly fixed corral, but the kid made it clear he misses you. Whenever he wanted to bother Din about seeing you again, he would place his hand on the drawing. Din has it taped to the back wall of the cockpit on a smooth panel. Every time Grogu puts his little hand on the drawing and coos at Din with wide eyes, he can only respond with a soft soon, kid. 
He spots a shopkeeper who is reorganizing the farming tools they have on display outside. Grogu trails lazily behind him as he goes up to ask if he has any knowledge of your whereabouts. The store is next door, separated by a chunk of dirt road and a windmill. The gruff older man tells Din you’re likely by the riverbank honing your craft. 
Grogu spots you first. His excited gurgling and quickened pace in the pod tip Din off. Din’s gaze follows Grogu’s trajectory to find you. Sure enough, you’re set up on the riverbank sitting on a wooden stool. An easel is in front of you, your steady hand painting the rolling landscape before you with the tip of your tongue sticking out. Next to you sits an open case of paints, brushes, and other tools Din can’t place. When you hear Grogu you look over your shoulder with a bright smile.
“You found my secret spot,” you say teasingly as you place your paintbrush onto the lip of the easel. 
You pick Grogu up and place him on your lap. He immediately cuddles into your chest. The part of the riverbank you’re on is only a few yards from the edge of town. The backs of houses cast shadows that reach out for you, but fall a few feet short.
“The hardware store owner told me where to find you.”
“Ah, Gus. He’s a good one. If he notices I haven't come back for lunch he’ll bring me some,” you smile fondly at the memories. 
“Grizmallti take care of their own,” Din recalls a saying he’s heard on occasion around these parts. 
You give him a pleasantly surprised look and nod. 
“How long d’you need me to watch him for?” you ask, looking down at Grogu as you scratch behind his ear. Grogu is absolutely eating up the sensation and the attention.
“Until tomorrow, if that’s okay.”
“I’m happy to. Where are you off to this time?”
“Endor.”
You perk up when he says it. 
“I've always wanted to go to Endor! Have you been there before?” Excitement is written all over your face.
Din finds it endearing, which spooks him. He thanks his Maker that you can’t see it on his face. 
“I have,” he nods.
“Let me guess, you hate it there too,” you tease amused.
You’re sitting there teasing him, Grogu is on your lap looking up at you adoringly, and the warmth of the sun is kissing your skin. Din’s breathing picks up a little, but not enough to alert you to the change. It’s an image he’s allowed himself to think of briefly before falling asleep. Pictures of someone faceless caring for Grogu when he can't. Not having to worry about the kid’s whereabouts and safety. What a comfort it would be to be able to just know Grogu is safe and happy without worry. Maybe that faceless person provides some companionship to Din as well sometimes, but that’s just a happy side effect. The real fantasy is a second more stable, but equally loving parental figure for Grogu.
“No, I don’t mind Endor.”
“Well, now I really want to go there. That’s a raving review from you,” you chuckle.
“Have you ever been off Nabu?” he asks.
“I've never left Dee’ja Peak.” 
“I get the sense people don't leave here often.”
You shake your head.
“Less than people visit, that’s for sure.” 
Grogu gets his hands on the paintbrush. You quickly reach to snatch it, but he manages to get in a swipe with it. A light purple streak paints diagonally across your face. You were using the color for the more distant mountains. Grogu gurgles at you innocently and you take the paintbrush from his hand. A smile is concealed by Din’s helmet.
“Okay, I think that's enough painting for one day,” you announce and place Grogu back in his pod. 
“I’ll be back tomorrow evening at the latest.”
You smile and nod. 
***
Din knows you're home this time. He’s later than he expected. Stars twinkle above and the warm glow of the lights through your windows lies ahead. He knocks and it takes you only a second to call out for him to come in. 
When he enters he finds you and Grogu at the small table in the living room. You’re sitting crisscrossed on the floor. Grogu is kneeling on top of the table, scribbling furiously on a piece of paper with a blue crayon. You color more lightly on yours with a green one. 
“I’m sorry I’m so late,” he says as he approaches. 
“It’s okay, once I got him some crayons he was set. He’s been at it for hours,” you chuckle and gesture to the pile of drawings behind you. 
Din flips through some of the drawings. They’re all a mishmash of multicolored scribbles. Over your shoulder, he can see you’ve drawn Grogu drawing. It’s in crayon, but still somehow incredibly accurate. Grogu coos for Din once he’s satisfied with the amount of blue on the paper. Din pops him onto his hip. He immediately finds the small talisman hidden in a pocket of Din’s belt. Din takes it from him, clenching it in his fist. 
“I brought you something from Endor,” he tells you tentatively.
You peer up at him with wide eyes.
“You did?”
He holds out his hand and opens it. In his palm is a small semi-flat talisman of an Ewok with a hood and spear carved from a deep green stone. You take it tenderly, running your fingers over the curves and ridges. It’s cool to the touch and vaguely smells like the Endorian forest. Din watches you study the talisman in awe. It’s something he spotted in passing and only cost him a few credits. It’s not the same as going there, but it’s a small piece of Endor in the palm of your hand. 
“This is beautiful, thank you so much,” you look up at him with an astonished expression, “You really didn’t have to get me anything.”
“It’s nothing. Consider it a token of appreciation.”
“I feel very appreciated, thank you,” your voice is soft and genuine like your eyes.
There's a brief moment where Din gets an urge to reach out for you. He doesn't know where the impulse comes from. He just knows that the kid likes you, which means you’re good. You’re good and help him out. You give him a place to rest, you give the kid a place to be a kid, and you do it all with a smile on your face. Din probably has the most respect for you out of anyone he knows. 
“Will you be staying the night? I can't imagine taking off in the dark is a good idea,” you offer with a knowing smile.
There's the telltale slump of his shoulders. He’s tired. It’s like your gaze is piercing his beskar.
“If you don't mind.”
“How could I mind after a gift like this?”
In the morning, the crayon drawing of Grogu is already rolled up next to Din. He hadn't even had the chance to ask for it. 
***
 “Grogu,” you scold.
He’s on the counter, a hand literally in the cookie jar. Those big eyes stay on you as his hand continues to inch forward into the jar.
“If you take a cookie out of that jar your father will be hearing about this,” you warn him. 
Grogu gives a displeased gurgle. His ears droop. With one last longing look at the cookies, he removes his hand from the jar. You pick him up off the counter. 
“C'mon, let’s spend some time outside.” 
You bring him out and set him loose in the grass in front of your house. This way he can hunt the snails that have infested your garden. He gets snacks and entertainment, you get a cleared-out garden and a second to breathe. The Mandalorian is a day late. You’re seriously beginning to worry, but are trying really hard to not let Grogu catch on. 
Din knows he’s in trouble the moment he sees you outside. Not because he’s late or limping. Because you’re sitting on a big flag rock, smiling affectionately at where Grogu is pouncing on snails. He has the strange sensation of returning somewhere that's waiting to welcome him, of returning home.
 That drop in his stomach, that buzz in his chest tells him he’s in trouble. The kid has softened him so much more than he’d realized. Since when did Din desire a family? Worse, that faceless person caring for Grogu and giving him companionship is beginning to look a lot like you. Worst, he’s silently given up on the pursuit of your sister. You are just the latest way Naboo makes his job more difficult.
“Don’t let him eat too many of those. He won't stop until he throws them up,” Din says as he limps up to you.
You’re whipping around and standing in an instant. Relief washes over you, but worry still covers your face.
“Maker, I was afraid something happened,” you breathe as you look him up and down. 
“Sorry, I’m late.”
“Are you okay?” you ask, clocking his limp.
“I’m fine. I just need to sit,” he grunts. 
Suddenly, you’re ducking under his arm, tossing it over your shoulders. You place your own arm around his waist, the beskar so cold it stings. He hisses when the pressure of your hand irritates a sore spot on his side. You loosen your hold.
“Sorry,” you mumble and start to guide him into the house.
Grogu scurries in at your ankles, looking up worriedly at his father. You help him to the nearest seat in the living room. He sighs in relief.
“Are you hurt? Do you need a doctor?” You hover over him, not sure what to do.
He shakes his head slowly.
“I’m fine, I swear. I’m just… bruised.” 
“Is there anything I can do?”
Din studies your features for a second. You're so incredibly kind it’s almost funny. It almost feels fake. He kind of feels like he could reach out right now and you would poof out of existence like a cloud.
“The cot,” he grunts.
You nod and quickly go to retrieve it. Once the coffee table is out of the way, you set it up. Din moves onto it, laying back. Trying to rest in his full get-up looks uncomfortable, it always does.
“Let me help you get your armor off,” you say and reach toward his pauldron.
“No,” his hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist.
“Your flight suit and helmet can stay on, but all the external metal… I just think you'd rest easier without it,” you explain softly.
His gloved fingers remain around your wrist for a beat.
“Okay,” he agrees quietly.
You help him unfasten and take off the different bits of beskar. Piece by piece you peel back the Mandalorian’s shell, placing each shiny part gently on an empty seat. You even fold up his cape and hang the satchel that he had around him on the back of a chair. Din sighs once he’s able to fully settle back. It is a lot more comfortable without the armor. His helmet still props his neck at an awkward angle, but that's something he can deal with. It's something he has to deal with. 
“Will you tell me what happened to you, or are you going to just look at me silently from under that helmet like I can’t tell?” you ask, teasing lightly. 
Din is eternally grateful for the cover his helmet provides. His face is on fire and the helmet is swallowing the flames. 
“A Corellian welcome.”
You give him a look that says you aren't satisfied with that answer.
“I don't know what that means and you know it,” you cross your arms.
He does know it. Trying to circumvent the conversation, but appease you is a dirty Mandalorian trick. 
“Corellians say hello with their fists. They say hello harder when you’re after one of their friends,” he elaborates, hand crossing his body to brace his side at the memory of slamming into a table. 
“Remind me to never go there in my many travels.”
“I’ll do my best.”
You chuckle. Tension that you didn't know had gripped your shoulders eases. Sure, part of you was concerned because of Grogu. Both because you didn't want the kid to be an orphan and because you simply aren’t prepared to be a single parent. Watching the kid on your own for a couple of days at a time at most? Sure. Permanent and sole responsibility? No. A bigger slice of the concern goes to the Mandalorian himself. 
He’s been by more than a dozen times at this point. Each time you find yourself sinking further and further. You're up to your knees in him. Wading through uncharted waters, unsure you’ll ever reach the dock on the other side. Yet, each minute spent in his presence pushes you forward. His care for Grogu, his stories, the way you can tell he’s growing more comfortable around you when he jokes back. All little glimmers of light beneath the surface below your knees. Glimmers that lead your way.
“Inside my bag, front left pocket,” he tells you.
“What?” you stare at him dubiously.
“There’s something in there. Grab it.”
Without another word, you begin searching the soft leather bag. Grogu gurgles up at Din from beside the cot. Din drops a gloved hand over the side, allowing Grogu to take hold of it. The small gesture is what keeps gravity working on him, Din’s sure of it. All the aching, and the soreness, eases with the assurance that Grogu is okay. Proof of that is his tiny grip around Din’s thick gloved finger.
“What is this?”
In your hand is a smooth square piece of fabric. The size makes you think of a bandana, but the material is soft. It has an almost liquid quality to it. The colors are beautifully pigmented. A rich blue, a pattern of small white fish dotted all over, and a golden trim. This piece of fabric is likely the nicest thing you’ve ever held in your life.
“It’s for you,” he says like those three words explain everything.
“I- what?”
“It’s Corellian silk. Pieces that size are good for wrapping around your head. It keeps you cool, absorbs moisture, but stays soft,” he explains.
You can't tell if he’s peering at you through his visor. All you know is your mouth is slightly parted in awe. 
“I can’t possibly accept this.”
You begin to put it back, but he grunts in annoyance.
“Please.”
Your eyes bounce from the Corellian silk to the Mandalorian. It’s truly gorgeous and would do wonders when you’re painting on especially humid days. 
“I just wish I could thank you properly.”
“Just saying thank you is enough.”
You crack a small amused smile.
“I mean that I still don't know your name. Names are important to my people. I didn't want to push you, I know your people value boundaries and privacy.”
The Mandalorian is quiet for so long that you begin to worry. He can tell by the way the silk wrinkles in your grip. Right when you open your mouth to apologize for crossing the line, he speaks again.
“Din. My name is Din.” 
A wide relieved smile breaks out on your face. Din is starting to think that of all the stunning landscapes and views Naboo has to offer, your smile is his favorite.
“Thank you, Din. It’s beautiful. I’ve never felt anything like it,” childlike wonder invades your tone, “I’ve never owned something so nice before.” 
He watches you fold the fabric into a triangle then tie it around your head. It covers your head from your hairline back, leaving what’s left of the length of your hair pouring out the back. When your hair is fully out of your face, Din’s breath hitches. 
He gets an unobstructed view of your features, no distractions. The curves of your cheekbones and nose create a smooth mountainous backdrop for the lush valley that is the rest of your features. Every inch of your face makes Din think of the flourishing environment of Naboo. Especially because, like many of the people around here, you have an ageless quality about you. Something that’s shared with the planet itself and its architecture. This moment convinces Din that every good thing Naboo has to offer has accumulated in the mountains, mixed together, and created you.
“You look good. Nice things suit you,” Din comments once all his breath comes back to him. 
You are acutely aware of the heat that climbs up your neck until it reaches the tips of your ears. A small, coy smile appears on your lips. 
“Thank you,” your voice comes out hushed, but you can tell he hears. 
Grogu begins a free solo up Din’s arm. It’s clear it causes Din pain with the way he tenses, but he doesn't do anything to stop the kid. He’s a little bit of a pushover for the pint-sized menace, something that warms your heart. You quickly extract Grogu from Din’s arm, but not before he reaches his shoulder. Din relaxes when the weight and pressure of Grogu are lifted. Knowing the kid is now cooing and chirping in your arms provides an extra layer of relief. 
“Let’s let your dad rest, yeah?” You give Grogu raised eyebrows, looking for confirmation. 
Grogu’s ears lower in disappointment. Din really really likes when you call him Grogu’s dad. When you talk to the kid like his life is normal.
“I know we missed him, but we can terrorize him tomorrow,” your voice is honey-like. 
The words hit Din in his chest. Almost as hard as that Corellian bartender. 
“You missed me, huh?” A smirk toys at the corners of his lips.
Maker knows this helmet has made it impossible for him to school his expression at this point. There are certainly some tricks you can't teach an old dog. How to not show every single thought on your face is definitely one of them. Not after a lifetime of not having to.
“Don’t get too smug, now. It’s not becoming,” you chide playfully. 
A deep chuckle rumbles through Din’s chest. It lasts a second before turning into a pained hiss.
“Din, you're clearly not okay. Let me get you some ice at least.”
He gives a curt nod. Din watches you go to the kitchen, grab a dishcloth, and start digging in the icebox. You plop some ice in the cloth and tie it all up into a makeshift ice pack. Grogu watches curiously from your hip the entire time.
When you offer the ice to Din, Grogu nuzzles further into you. It almost feels like he’s thanking you for caring for his dad. Din accepts the ice and holds it to the bottom of his rib cage. A moment of deep thought crosses your face as you watch him, unaware that beneath that helmet he’s watching you as well.
“Stop,” he says suddenly.
“Stop what?” you furrow your brows.
“Stop worrying over me. We’ll be gone by morning, you don't have to worry.”
You shake your head.
“No, I’m not worried about you being here. I’m worried about you leaving too soon and making this worse. I can talk to Melda at the Inn about letting you use a bed if the cot-”
“Right, I forgot how you people are.”
It’s the wrong thing to say, Din knows as soon as it's out. You bristle. If you had fur, he’s sure he’d be watching your hackles raise.
“How us people are?” You question.
“I didn't mean anything by it,” he tries to diffuse the situation.
He only adds fuel to the flames. You take his words as dismissive rather than explanatory. 
“There’s no way to say that and not mean anything by it. What exactly are my people like?” you're more forceful this time, demanding an answer from him. 
A real answer, not some vague Mandalorian partial truth.
“Kind.”
The answer causes you to pause. Any building anger halts, any budding snap response disappears, and confusion takes both their places. 
“Kind?”
“Yes, kind. Any other planet and I would have already been at the Inn or my ship. The Grizmallti are known for treating their visitors like locals. You have a saying about it,” he explains. 
“Give to each child of Nabu as if you are giving to yourself,” you say softly.
“Mandalorians don’t have anything about giving. Mostly just taking. That's why I like it here.”
The thought is so incredibly comforting. Din likes being here because of the nature of you and your people, not despite it. You feel validated. What Din finds solace in is what drove Sola away. You can recall one of the last times you spoke to her. She spat venom when you attempted to reason with her Grizmallti roots. Scolded you for not living for yourself, for following the ways of Dee’ja Peak like a lemming. 
What she never understood is that you are living for yourself. You love your community and your way of life. Sure you’d like to expand your horizons. You'd like to explore the far reaches of the galaxy and see everything there is to see. Still, you always pictured yourself coming right back here when you’re done and continuing to care for those around you when you do so. There is nothing more fulfilling for you than caring about and for others. You have hope that if Din doesn't fully understand that now, he could in the future. 
“Have you ever thought about staying?” The question slips out before you can catch it.
“It’s not what we do.”
“What’s not?”
“Staying in one place.”
You simply nod. The silence gnaws at your ankles uncomfortably. You shift on your legs in an attempt to rid yourself of it. Grogu starts trying to climb up your torso. You chuckle as you let him. He clambers up until he’s holding onto your head and standing on your shoulder. You tilt your head to give him more room and reach up to steady him with your hands. Din watches fondly as the ice does its job.
“Have you ever thought about leaving?” he asks.
Your gaze snaps back over to him. A small, almost sad smile appears.
“All the time,” you admit.
“Why don’t you?” 
“It’s not that simple. Like you said, people don't leave here often.”
You lift Grogu off of your shoulder where he was playing with the silk on your head. The sun has fully set outside. Trilling can be heard through the windows from the bugs. You set Grogu into his pod. He lays back easily, pooped, and is ready for sleep. 
“That doesn't mean they don't leave at all,” Din points out gently. 
The pod shuts itself as Grogu drifts off. No doubt dreaming about those pesky snails. You finally allow yourself to sit, taking the seat beside where Din lays. 
“I suppose it doesn't,” you sigh.
“Why don't you?” He repeats his question.
You open and close your mouth a couple of times with false starts. A frown settles in when you can't find an excuse that satisfies you.
“I don’t know… I’m scared, I guess.”
“Scared of what?”
“I’ve never been further than the river. I know it probably sounds silly to someone who travels for a living, but I’m afraid I won't make it home if I leave,” your voice is pillow soft and contemplative. 
Din takes a steadying inhale through his nose. Then he places a heavy gloved hand on your knee. As his heart pounds in his chest, he gives a comforting squeeze. 
“That’s not silly.”
You swallow the lump that’s suddenly in your throat. This is the first time you find yourself wishing you could see Din’s face. The beskar has always just been a part of him. Now that all of it but his helmet is shedded it fully hits you. There is someone underneath all that armor. Someone with skin that isn't blaster-proof. Someone whose body is likely warm rather than icy to the touch. Someone whose face is looking at you, reassuring you, and making an expression you’ll never be able to see. Oh, how you long to see how he looks at you. 
“Thank you, Din.”
You place your hand over his. The material is rough to the touch, but it still comforts you. It’s still Din’s hand bridging a gap that’s never been bridged before. He’s offering a tender touch that you’ve only seen him give to Grogu.
“I’d ensure you make it home,” he states.
All you can do is blink at him for a moment. 
“What are you saying?” you ask it slowly, beating down the rising hope and heartbeat. 
“You can come with us. I’ll keep you safe.”
His voice is certain and unwavering. That hope you were beating down wins, bursting into your chest. The smile that grows on your face is blinding and breathtaking. Din has the terrifying thought that he would do whatever he can to make you continue smiling like that.
“Are you sure I won’t slow you down?”
“I already travel with a child. You’ll be easy.”
You nod enthusiastically. Dank farrik, Din must be absolutely melting in his helmet. There’s no other reason his brain is short-circuiting like this.
“I guess this way you don't have to come all the way back to Nabu to bring me gifts,” you tease. 
Another circuit in Din’s brain pops.
“That’s one way of looking at it.”
“Where would we go first?” 
“Mos Eisley first, then wherever the bounty takes us.”
“Mos Eisley?” You ask feeling just a bit stupid.
“Tatooine.”
You nod thinking of what to pack. Tatooine is a desert planet, but you’ll be going to places of all temperatures and weather. At the same time, you don't want to pack too heavy. How are you going to fit all your art supplies into a bag? Will there even be room on his ship?
“My easel and supplies, will there be room? I suppose I can always just stick to sketching and paint when I get back,” you mumble the end to yourself.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make room.”
A small gesture that carries such big implications for how you’ll fit into his life from here on out. Din will no longer be entering your space. You won't be the one adjusting and making room. He will. Din is going to alter everything about his life so you can fit neatly in it. 
“Y’know, that’s the first time you’ve told me not to worry that actually made me stop worrying,” you muse. 
“You worry too much.”
His hand squeezes your knee further. 
“It’s hard not to with you two around,” you tease with a playful smile.
You can't hear it, but you can see the light chuckle move in his chest. 
“You should hit the rack. Big day tomorrow,” Din says softly.
He gives your knee one last squeeze before removing it. Your knee is suddenly cold. Din misses the warmth he was able to barely feel through his glove. He wonders how warm you are without the glove.
“Big day, indeed.”
***
You don't mention saying goodbye to any family the next morning. Din doesn't ask. If your sister is any indication, family is likely a sore topic. You hug various people as you walk to Dee’ja Port. Din recognizes Gus, who sends you away with a basket of bread and a firm order not to forget to eat. Another person you introduce as Luka gives you a bottle of spotchka. Then Melda, the woman Din spoke to at the Inn, shoves over a rolled-up blanket. It seems to be made of every hue in a Naboo sunset and woven together with thick soft yarn. He watches your eyes widen.
“Melda, you must need this. I can't take it,” you say and attempt to hand it back.
Melda shakes her head and holds her hand up to stop you.
“We have plenty. I want you to have a piece of home with you when you need it. Nothing more Dee'ja Peak than one of my blankets,” she insists.
You give her an extra tight hug. When you set off again you explain to Din that the blanket is one used on the beds in the Inn. Melda hand makes them. She sells them during festivals and sometimes even takes commissions. They’re expensive, though. They take a lot of work and material. Her giving you one is a heart-swelling gesture. 
All in all, it takes the two of you twenty-five minutes to make the ten-minute walk to Dee’ja Port. Every few buildings someone is stopping you to give you a hug and wish you well. Din and Grogu watch in silent awe at the sheer amount of love you are showered with on your way out. 
Dee’ja Port houses four bays and cheap docking. The Razor Crest is sitting in the furthest bay. He leads you to her, telling you what she’s called. It feels like he’s nervously introducing you to a family member. You give him a warm smile that you then direct to the Crest. You place a gentle hand on the side of her body.
“It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen,” you hum.
Din chuckles, drawing your attention.
“She’s a piece of garbage, but she’s our piece of garbage,” he says.
He helps you to secure your things in the cargo hold. Priority is to take off, then you can figure out where exactly everything will go. It’s strange imagining him existing in this space. While you can see him in the way everything is organized, there’s nothing else that feels like Din. 
From the cargo hold you pass the small living quarters and climb up into the cockpit. You sit to Din’s right, Grogu on your lap. Grogu coos and reaches out to the left. When you follow his little hand you find your drawings on the back wall. The one you drew of Din and Grogu that first morning and the silly little crayon sketch. Your face heats up.
“I didn't think you hung them up,” you comment. 
Din glances at you and then over his other shoulder. 
“Oh- the-,” he clears his throat a little, “the kid really likes them.” 
You smile as Din faces forward. Din swears his beskar must be red and gooey with how hot his skin is. 
“Awe, you like my drawings, Grogu?” you coo down at the kid. 
He looks up at you with his ears perked up, gurgling. 
“I’m glad because there’s only going to be more,” you say, eyes darting up to where Din is flipping switches and pressing buttons. 
Grogu coos happily. The Crest roars to life, causing you to jump a bit.
“Sorry,” Din mumbles as he continues readying the ship. 
When the ship starts to move it really sinks in. You’re leaving Dee’ja Peak. You’re leaving Nabu. Din looks at you over his shoulder. You can see your reflection in his visor, wide-eyed and anxious.
“Ready?” Din asks.
You take a deep breath.
“As I’ll ever be.”
Din nods and looks forward again. Another few flips and clicks then the ship is off. As you leave your home and everyone you know behind, your eyes stay glued on the beskar-clad man in front of you. You watch him open up an entire galaxy of possibilities to you for no reason other than the desire to do so. The blue of the atmosphere gives way to an endless expanse of stars, but you’re sure the brightest of them all is in this cockpit with you.
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Hello you lovely people. 💚 I can't believe that there's really 1.5 k of you following me and I feel so honoured and blessed because I got to meet so many wonderful people. Of course, something like that calls for a celebration. The celebration will run until February 5th 2023 because that's my birthday, and I think that's a good date to stop that. Instead of writing myself, I'm going to give you a list of prompts (SFW, NSFW and scenarios). Just send me an ask telling my which prompt you want to do (you can combine them AND they can be done by multiple people) and which pairing you want to write it for (The Witcher and Stranger Things, any pairing you want). I'll read all of them, reblog them, and compile a list at the end to get them all together. When you post it, please tag me and tag it with #staffis 1.5 k celebration Among all those who reblog this post and who help spread the word, I will give away five sets (maybe more, we'll see) of stickers, and among those who write for this, I will give away 3 handpainted bags with the Hellfire Club Logo and little Eddie on the other side.
Gonna put the prompts below the cut, because otherwise, it wil probably be way too long. If you have any questions, my askbox is open. This is a way to celebrate, as well as spreading some love for other writers 💚💚
Lyric Prompts
“Every time that we meet I skip a heartbeat.” (Heartbeat - Scouting for Girls)
“I will always be right here to hold your hand.” (The Little Things - Keywest)
“Cause I need you so much, I can’t lose you.” (Hole in My Heart - Luke Friend)
“I’m not perfect, but I keep trying!” (Perfect - Hedley)
“Sometimes you make me a better person, sometimes you bring out the worst.” (Little Too Much - Natasha Beddingfield)
“If you wanna fight, I’ll stand right beside you!” (The Heart Never Lies - McFly)
“You have stolen my heart.” (Stolen - Dashboard Confessional)
“Let’s compare scars, I’ll tell you whose is worse.” (Swing Life Away - Rise Against)
“If I can’t have you right now, I’ll wait dear.” (Patience- Guns n’  Roses)
“I love you till the end of time. Come what may!” (Come What May - Moulin Rouge OST)
“For the person 15-year-old me would be proud to have known.” (Battle Cries - The Amazing Devil)
“Baby, you’re all that I need.” (Bed of Roses - Bon Jovi)
“I know there’s someone out there feeling just like I feel.” (Handwritten - The Gaslight Anthem)
“You’re the only one I see, love, and that’s the one thing that won’t change.” (Never Stop - SafetySuit)
“I love her because she moves in her own way.” (She Moves in Her Own Way - The Kooks)
“Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer.” (Thunder - Boys Like Girls)
“I know it’s late, but I had to get out and… somehow I ended up at your door.”
SFW Prompts
“Of course I came for you. I will always be there for you, no matter what!”
“I’m sorry… I didn’t want you to see me like that.”
“Where does all the blood come from? Are you hurt? Wait… This isn’t your blood!”
“Oh God, what on earth have you done now?”
“I am so in love with you and it hurts like hell that you don’t even notice!”
“I hate to ask this of you, but can you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”
“You have no idea how much I want to choke you right now!” “Ohh kinky.” “Not like that!”
“You know, a hug can be like medicine and make some of the pain go away. Wanna try?”
“Will you please, please just kiss me now?”
“I’ll kick his ass, if you want me to. No problem at all!”
“Is it okay, if we just lie down and watch a movie? I’m not feeling so good.”
“The frosting goes on the cupcakes! You’re not supposed to eat it just like that!”
“I just want to be alone, is that so hard to understand?”
“It breaks my heart to see you like this!”
“Even after everything we’ve been through, I’d still choose you. I will always choose you!”
“Scoot over, I’m gonna get in bed with you. You need some cuddles.”
“It’s alright! It was just a dream, you’re safe here. Tell me all about it so I can fix it, hm?”
“I know it’s not the best, but-” “I love it!”
“I really wish I was enough for you, but that’s never gonna happen.”
“Well then, who do you like?” “Oh, maybe the person I talk to all the time, the person I talk to every fucking day!” “You talk to me every day.” “Yeah…” “Oh!”
NSFW Prompts
“How about you put these lips to work instead of just talking all the time?”
“Will you stop talking, or do I have to make you shut up?”
“Don’t hide from me. Let me see you!”
“I need to feel you… Now!”
“I had a dream about you last night. Woke up hard/wet. Wanna hear about it?”
“Are you gonna be a good girl/boy for me?”
“Care to elaborate why you are going through my drawer and what you’re planning to do with that vibrator?”
“Now, now, don’t play shy now. Let me hear you!”
“You taste like heaven, and I can’t get enough.”
“Stop wiggling around, I’m trying to sleep! Wait… what’s tha… oh!”
“Fuck… just… right there! That feels so good!”
“Feel what you’re doing to me? That’s all because of you!”
“Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to watch you.”
“I know you said no marks… But what if I put them where nobody except for me will see them?”
“You act all innocent and look so sweet, but I know what a dirty mind you really have.”
“We have to be quiet. If you make a sound, I’ll have to stop!”
“You tell me to stop teasing you, yet you moan all the time.”
“When I tell you to sit on my face, I want you to sit, is that clear?”
“Oh no, don’t stop on my account. I’m really enjoying the view.”
“I don’t like being told what to do, unless I’m naked. So can we move that to the bedroom?”
“Can I watch you?”
Scenarios
A is talking on the phone to someone, while B comes up behind A and successfully distracts A with kisses to the neck, making A end the call early.
Baking together for the first time, which ends with flour and other ingredients where they don’t belong, and lots of laughter.
Lying in each others arms after having sex, while A finally confesses their feelings, and B falls asleep before they can even hear it.
Tracing your fingers over your lover’s freckles or even connecting them with a pen while they are asleep.
Sitting in silence watching the stars, hands inching closer, until they finally interlace their fingers, smiling to themselves.
Giving your crush your scarf and your gloves in cold weather, because you want to keep them warm.
Waking up to your lover pressed against your back, already awake, but they don’t want to get up just yet.
Coming home to find your lover made a pillow fort, ordered pizza and already got a movie set up for you to watch in that fort.
Going to a family wedding with your best friend, who you introduced as you boy-/girlfriend so that your family doesn’t try to set you up with someone - that means you’ll also share a bed for the night.
Coming home to smoke in the kitchen, because your lover wanted to make a cake for you, but is an absolute disaster in the kitchen.
Teaching your crush how to dance, because they want to know the basics for an event, which ends in lots of body contact, beating hearts, and an invitation to be their date for said event.
Being on the phone with your lover and they tell you “I love you” for the first time before hanging up, which makes for a very interesting next meeting.
Being at a loss for words, not able to express how you feel, so you just pull the other one close and kiss them instead. Actions speak louder than words.
Making it through a family dinner or some other event to come home and help each other out of these clothes. Unzipping a dress, unbuttoning a shirt with lots of soft touches and kisses that turn carnal at one point.
You come home drunk from a party, and your partner takes care of you, makes sure you get to bed safe, have enough water, and you tell them that you appreciate it, but there’s this wonderful person, who already has your heart, so you have to behave.
Going for a drive in the middle of the night, because you both can’t sleep, listening to your favourite songs and singing along, trying to be louder than the other one.
Surprising your loved one with recreating your first date, asking them if they remember all of that.
Scars tell the story of where we’ve been, they are a part of us, and you show that to your loved one with kissing all of their scars.
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Through Thick and Thin
Pairing: Matt Jackson x female!reader
Category: Slight Angst/Fluff
Word count: 4,558
Summary: During a match in the Best of Seven series between The Elite and Death Triangle, you receive an injury while protecting your fiancé, Matt Jackson. You insist that you can do things on your own, but Matt says otherwise, doting on you hand and foot.
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of injury, brief medical talk, inaccurate medical information
Requested by: @mrsmatt — I hope you enjoy every minute of it! ❤️
Tagging: @breezyvk
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Matt was dead set on you not being ringside for the newly announced best of seven series. You had been ringside for all the previous matches since The Elite were back from their suspension and you had no plans of stopping, wanting to ensure your boys got the win and were safe the whole way through. You weren’t one to let anyone screw your boys over despite them being more than capable of handling themselves without assistance.
These three men and Brandon were your family. Matt being your fiancé, Nick and Kenny being your ‘brothers’, and Brandon was the one who was your best friend much to people’s shock, assuming it was Nick or Kenny.
You argued with Matt for what felt like forever until Nick and Kenny jumped in to help defuse the argument. Brandon knew to let you be, he would talk to you once you were alone. Nick was trying to get you to see Matt’s point of view all while Kenny was trying to get Matt to see your side. Brandon made countless attempts to tell the guys to let you be for a little bit, seeing how angry and annoyed you were becoming. Unfortunately, Brandon’s words fell on deaf ears until you stormed out of the room. “I tried to tell you to let her be.” Brandon said, shrugging and turning to chase after you.
Brandon knew exactly where you’d run off to. It didn’t matter what arena you were in for a show, if you needed some alone time for whatever reason before the show started, Brandon would always find you up in the balcony seats where you would be slouched down, feet propped up on the back of the seat below you. You liked that Brandon was the only one who knew where you’d be. You weren’t in the mood to deal with Matt, and even Kenny or Nick.
Brandon didn’t say anything as he sat down beside you, dressed in his signature colorful zebra striped track suit, thankfully that was as far as he had gotten before he heard you and Matt arguing, opting to listen in just in case you needed him. “Does he seriously think I’ll mess this series up for them? I’ve never been a distraction before.” You ask Brandon, hurt clearly evident in your voice. Brandon hated seeing you like this, the hurt in your voice and on your face was killing him.
He slung an arm around your shoulders in attempt to comfort you. “I don’t think he meant that whole ‘you’ll be a distraction’ thing. He just doesn’t want you getting hurt because he knows Death Triangle can be extra vicious and this series is definitely when they will be vicious.”
“I get this is important but that still stung to hear him to say that, and I don’t appreciate being made to feel like I’m incompetent. I don’t want to see him anymore today so he won’t have to worry about anything going wrong tonight. I have an interview with Renee later anyways.” You go to stand but Brandon gently grabs your wrist, making you turn your attention to him.
“You both need to talk it out. Calmly and civilly. I don’t like seeing the two of you fighting. Just tell me one thing before you go.” Brandon pleads, still gently holding your wrist while giving you his best puppy eyes. You knew you could have pulled your arm away and walked off, but this is your best friend and he’s never steered you wrong before, always in your corner and giving you advice like you had a feeling he was about to do now. You gesture for him to continue. “Do you love him?”
“Of course I love him, Brandon. We’re getting married in six months. What does that have to do with any of this?” You admit, confused but willing to hear him out. You knew Brandon wouldn’t have asked that question if he didn’t have a reason or something to point out, but you were still lost on what he was getting at.
“It has everything to do with this. Think about it for a second, if the roles were reversed wouldn’t you want him to stay in the back if you knew how dangerous your opponent was? Wouldn’t you want to ensure his safety?” Brandon explains and you sigh, knowing he’s right. You’re just as protective of Matt as he is of you and Brandon knows it, he’s seen it firsthand. “Besides, I’ll be out there to keep an eye on him.”
“Alright, fine. I’ll go talk to him and agree to stay out of it. But, the second he’s in serious danger all that’s out the window.” You tell your best friend in a stern voice. Content with that answer, Brandon let go of your wrist and watched you leave.
Standing outside The Elite’s dressing room, you took a deep breath before knocking. You didn’t want to risk barging in and catching someone (mostly Nick or Kenny) naked, but Matt on the other hand….. Your thoughts were interrupted when the door swung open revealing Nick who was studying your face to determine how you were feeling. “Can I talk to Matt? Please? I want to apologize for—“ You were interrupted by Nick’s voice.
“Come on in. I was actually supposed to be looking for you. He has some things he wants to say too.” Nick stepped out of the way and let you enter the room. Kenny was tying his shoes while Matt stared at his phone. As you got closer you saw exactly what had Matt’s attention — his favorite picture of you from some random time you two ordered food and binged watched one of those ridiculous reality shows that you got him hooked on. He had snuck a picture of you when you were zoned in on the over-the-top drama that was unfolding on the television. You remember questioning him about that particular picture, why he loved it so much and his answer left you with seventeen cavities from pure sweetness. He told you the reason was because you looked so happy, having fun while being lazy, stress and makeup free, snuggled up to him on the couch with a blanket draped over the two of you was the reason he had to snap the picture. He didn’t ever want to forget that moment.
Your heart melted seeing this, and you instantly felt awful for making such a big deal about you not being out there tonight. Brandon was right — he’s always right. “Can I have a minute alone with Matt please?” You ask, looking from Kenny to Nick as they exchanged a look before agreeing and exiting the room. You take a seat next to Matt, silently trying to decide what all you wanted to say. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I flipped out on you and for blowing things out of proportion. I understand that you want to keep me safe, but I didn’t appreciate the way you said all of those things.” You stopped talking when you felt Matt’s hand rest on your leg.
Looking over at him, you see him shaking his head, he had most likely been doing that the whole time you were speaking. “Don’t apologize. I realize now, thanks to Nick and Kenny, that I was too harsh with my words and I shouldn’t have said things that would make you feel like a two year old. I wasn’t considering your feelings and I took my frustration out on you even though you had, and still have, every right to say what you did.” Matt confessed, those big brown eyes told you everything, he was being honest thanks to the tear that began to slip down his cheek. You brought your hand up to gently wipe it away. This really got to Matt and he didn’t want you leave him over this, especially after all the good times you two shared.
“Don’t cry, Matty. We both said things we shouldn’t have and I forgive you. I love you, always have and always will. Besides it’ll take a whole hell of a lot more than that argument to make me leave you.” You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, a hand coming up to cup the side of his face, your thumb slowly gliding over his cheek in a soothing manner. You watched Matt nod his head, not speaking, worried his voice wouldn’t hold up.
A knock at the door interrupted the moment. “Just a minute!” You called to whoever had awful timing. “Are you okay? Want me to get the door? Or send whoever it is away?” You asked, concern lacing you voice. You weren’t sure if Matt was ready to face anyone other than you at the moment.
You got your answer when Matt spoke, “I’m okay. You can let them in. I’m going to wash my face.” He stood knowing his eyes were most likely red and his face felt heavy from all the worry and emotions from the past hour. You watched him head off to the bathroom before going to open the door, revealing not one person but three — Nick, Kenny, and Brandon.
“Come on in guys. We’re okay, Matt’s in the bathroom washing his face.” You inform the trio knowing they have a million questions for you.
They all enter quietly. The three men notice the photo still pulled up on Matt’s phone where he left it on the table by his water bottle. None of them said a word about it, but you knew they saw it by the glances you saw them exchange. Matt returned from the bathroom and finally Brandon spoke, “We’ve gotta get going. The match starts soon and we can’t be late.” They all nodded heading for the door while you stayed put. You weren’t going to go since it worried Matt so much despite your protests earlier in the day.
“You coming love?” Matt asked, turning around when he didn’t hear you behind him. He held his hand out for you with a sweet smile on his face. You weren’t sure if you should go now after hearing his concerns along with your conversation with Brandon.
“Are you sure? I can stay back here, watch it on the monitor.” You offered only to be shut down by Matt gently pulling you up as he shakes his head.
“I’m sure. We need you out there. I need you out there.” He insisted. “It wouldn’t be right without you.”
“Hurry up lovebirds!” You both hear Nick call out already a distance down the hall. The two of you laugh and make your way towards the tunnel. As you arrive, you can’t help but let out a sigh and suppress an eye roll upon seeing Don waiting with Michael Nakazawa. You loved Nakazawa, he was always so sweet and kind to you, but Don on the other hand, you weren’t too thrilled about seeing. You didn’t trust him like the guys did, something was fishy about him to you but for the sake of the guys, especially Kenny’s, you really hoped you were wrong.
Once it was time for The Elite to make their entrance, you stayed back with Nak and Brandon as the boys shined on the stage as Carry On, Wayward Son blared through the arena’s speaker system. Shortly after, you led Brandon and Nak out as Don headed to commentary. Hallelujah! Thank you Jesus! You cheered, not having to deal with him any longer. Once all of you were in the ring, out came Death Triangle with their music blaring as well. They made their way to the ring with Alex trailing behind hyping them up as always. You had to admit Alex was a pretty good hype man.
Soon the match was underway. You were cheering on The Elite alongside Brandon when you noticed Alex attempting to pass something off to Penta. You were not about to let that happen. You were quick to race over there and confront the two men, Brandon hot on your heels. The argument between the four of you caught the attention of the remaining men in the ring and on the apron, PAC jumped off the apron and stepped directly in front you. Not one to back down from anyone, you weren’t fazed in the slightest, until you looked into his eyes, there was something unsettling about those eyes that made you instantly step back, bumping into Brandon as you did so. Matt and Nick were in between you and PAC before anything escalated while Kenny and Rey battled it out in the ring. Next thing you knew Matt was shoving you back as Rey dove onto the outside and wiped out everyone except for you and Brandon, who was tugging you back to The Elite’s corner.
The match continued as both trios traded blows and high flying maneuvers. You still kept your eye on Alex and whatever he was trying to hand Penta, you never got to see what it was but you had a plethora of ideas.
Soon Penta was tagged in and so was Matt. The pair exchanged chops, kicks, and dives as the other members of their respective trios joined in on the apron and on the floor next to you. When you looked back in the ring to check on Matt, your heart dropped into your stomach at what you saw — Penta had a hammer held high in the air and Matt was out of it, barley able to stay on his knees as Penta had a tight grip on his hair. You rushed into the ring and shoved Matt out of the way just in time. Unfortunately for you, you got struck with the hammer. Thankfully, it was on the wrist and not the head. You were grateful you were able to get your arms up over your head in time or things would have been a million times worse.
You couldn’t really hear the crowd react to what they just witnessed because your wrist was in excruciating pain. You went to try to get out of the ring quickly but you felt a pair of hands swiftly wrap around your waist and pull you out. You were in too much pain to care who it was, but upon hearing his voice, it was Kenny. He was calling for Doc Sampson to come check you out while Brandon was quickly by your side helping you make your way to the back.
Inside the ring, Matt was livid. He heard you yelp as the hammer made contact with your wrist and that’s what snapped him out of it, giving him extra adrenaline. His fight or flight response was to fight and protect you, like he always has. Matt didn’t waste any time yelling at Penta, getting up in his face, and absolutely rocking his shit. Matt was on fire the remainder of the match. Nick and Kenny were pissed too, but not like Matt, he was on a completely other level. Neither man had ever seen Matt this enraged before, now that they have, they don’t want to see it ever again. Matt’s already dark brown eyes looked almost pitch black, definitely a scary sight.
Back in Doc Sampson’s office, you were being looked at with Brandon by your side. You were going to have to go to the hospital for an X-ray so Doc can help you better. He guessed it was fractured or broken. You hoped it was the former. You begged Doc to let you wait for Matt, but much to your disappointment, he said it was best to go now —the sooner, the better. You signed, still clutching your wrist to your chest and reluctantly agreed. Brandon insisted on driving you and you didn’t put up a fight. You were ready to get this over with.
Once loaded up in Brandon’s rental car, you made the short drive over to the hospital. “Thanks for sticking with me. Can you let Matt know where we are? I love having you here for all this, but—”
“Already done. Don’t worry about it. I get it, it’s just not the same.” Brandon slid his phone back into his pants pocket after exiting the car and helping you, even though you didn’t really need it, you accepted the help anyways.
Finally inside and explained your situation to the receptionist, she pointed you in the right direction and it wasn’t before too long that Matt came racing in, Nick and Kenny hot on his heels. You could tell he had been through it but you weren’t sure if it was because of the match or because of you or both — most likely both. You were relieved to see Matt didn’t come alone. He was clearly in no position to drive.
Once Matt finally saw you, you saw the relief wash over his face. He moved so fast that it felt like he was across the room in three steps. “Baby! Baby, how long have you been here? When will they look at you? What’s—” He’s rapid fire questions were cut off by a nurse calling your name at the doorway to a hallway for those X-rays Doc Sampson ordered. Matt was quick to help you up, being cautious with your wrist you kept clutched to your chest. Again, you really didn’t need his help standing up, but you knew he was worried sick so, again, you accepted it.
“Follow me down the hall and we’ll get those X-rays done.” The nurse politely said as she led you and Matt down the hall. You felt Matt’s hand on your lower back, letting you know he’s there and guiding you. Glancing up at his face while you walked down the hall, you saw a range of emotions from worry to guilt to anger. You knew him well enough to know that he was worried about what the outcome of the X-rays would be, guilty that he was the reason you got hurt despite him knowing that he would have done the same had the roles been reversed, and anger because that damn hammer just had to be brought into the match, if it hadn’t you’d most likely be fine.
Nick, Kenny, and Brandon stayed in the waiting room talking about the situation. The three agreed that they needed to keep Matt occupied with you until the next match because he was a wild card at the moment, none of them knew what lengths he would go to for retaliation or what was going on in his mind. They just knew Matt needed to be with you, not just because they didn’t know what he would do to Penta but because Matt cared so deeply about you and loved you. The three had a feeling Matt would end up bugging the shit out of you with his overly protective attitude because you were an independent woman. The men also knew you would let him baby you regardless because you loved him and wanted him to do what he felt like was the best thing for you in times like this.
The X-rays were done and waiting for a doctor to come read them after consulting with Doc Sampson. The wait felt like forever. Matt was nervously bouncing his leg, a hand on yours. You didn’t know if that was meant to comfort you or ground and calm him. You had all you could take of the silence, turning to speak to Matt but you paused, studying his body language. Big brown eyes filled with worry, teeth biting at his bottom lip, leg still bouncing, his hand still on your thigh. He was way more nervous than you. Upon closer look, you noticed his eyes looked watery. This really bothered him more than you initially expected. “Matt…” You spoke softly, not wanting to startle him. Once his attention was on you, he slowed his leg to a stop and quit biting his lip, eyes still filled with worry. “It’s all going to be okay. My wrist doesn’t feel like it’s broken, at least I don’t think it does. Listen, regardless of what the X-ray says, I want you to take me home and you can play nurse to your heat’s content.” You lean up and place a soft kiss to his cheek. “But I expect you to be in uniform.” You whispered in a sultry voice into his ear. You saw how his face immediately turned red at your request. He wasn’t used to you saying things like that to him, especially in public.
A knock at the door was Matt’s saving grace. The doctor entered with the X-rays, taking a seat on the stool in the room by the computer. “Good news is your wrist is not broken. Bad news is that it’s fractured, but no surgery will be needed, just a brace should do until it’s fully healed. Also, as I’m sure you know, don’t be lifting anything with that hand.” You nodded along and felt Matt’s hand squeeze your thigh.
“Of course. Thank you.” You tell the doctor once he’s finished talking. Standing to leave, Matt nodded his head to the doctor. You weren’t sure why he wasn’t speaking until you noticed he was trying to keep his cool. He was still angry that you were hurt, thankful your wrist wasn’t broken, but still angry Penta had to use that damn hammer.
Once back out in the waiting room, you see Nick, Kenny, and Brandon chatting away while passing Nick’s phone back and forth. You didn’t know what they were looking at or talking about and you kind of didn’t want to know either because with those three it could be anything.
Their attention is taken away from Nick’s phone when they hear your footsteps approaching. Brandon goes to open his mouth to speak, but closes it as soon as he sees Matt’s face. Nick and Kenny see it too, opting to follow Brandon’s lead. “Well, it’s not broken, just fractured. Probably have to be out for a little bit but no surgery so that’s a relief.” You inform the trio, knowing they saw Matt’s face by the silence you received. “Let’s go home. Actually, let’s go eat. I’m starving.” And right on cue, your stomach let out a loud growl, eliciting a chorus of laughter from the guys.
Kenny and Nick join Brandon in his rental car, knowing that Matt would want you with him. They didn’t mind, they would want the same.
After your meal, everyone went their separate ways, embarking on their journey home. Nick would typically ride with you and Matt, but he knew his brother. Nick knew Matt would want to be alone with you after everything, to probably talk it out and what not, so Nick rode home with Brandon.
You managed to get Matt to lighten up and relax by putting on the silliest concert you could, signing at the top of your lungs, water bottle for a microphone, and dancing in your seat. Matt loved seeing you like that so much that he couldn’t help but smile and join in on the duets.
When you finally reached your shared home, Matt made you wait in the car until he got all your things inside the house, quick to return to you and assist you out of the car and into the house. Yep, this is going to get old real quick. You thought to yourself. You let Matt do those things, knowing he still felt guilty you were hurt trying to protect him.
“I’ll go run you a bath, just the way you like, candles, soft music, dim lights, and bubbles. I’ll have one of my shirts waiting for you and a fluffy towel to dry off with. And I—“ You pulled him down with your good hand, connecting his lips with yours. You were so happy that he cared so much to do all those things, but he was already driving you crazy.
Matt was stunned, freezing only for a moment before returning your kiss, only to increase the intensity. You knew what he was doing, and you weren’t having it, at least not right now. You abruptly pulled away from his addictive lips. “Nope! Not yet honey. I believe you mentioned a bath, besides you’re not even in uniform yet!” You teased, turning on your heel and heading towards the master bathroom. You chuckled as you heard Matt mutter a swear before chasing after you.
The bath was exactly as Matt described, candles, music, dim lights, bubbles, the fluffiest towel you own, and your favorite shirt of his. You were tempted to ask him to join you, he was a mixture of emotions and could definitely use some relaxing. “Matt! Come ‘ere! Come join me!” You shout from the tub, unsure where exactly in the house he was.
The second Matt heard you shout his name, he was on it. He didn’t listen to what else you might have said, he was worried you hurt yourself or your wrist even more on accident. Relief washed over his face when he ran into the bathroom, seeing you playing with the bubbles while quietly singing to a song on the playlist. “Oh thank God!” He exclaimed, ever so slightly out of breath. You turned your body just enough to see him hunched over in the doorway, confusion was etched on your face.
“You okay, babe?” It was your turn to be concerned for him. He nodded, too embarrassed to tell you why he ran from one end of the house to the other when you yelled. “Join me! Clearly you need to relax.” You teased him once again, gesturing to his still hunched over body.
“You know what, I think I will.” He winked, stripping his shirt off, the rest of his clothes following suit. He slipped in the bath behind you, letting out a content sigh as you leaned back against his bare chest. “Now I get why you love these so much.” He says, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Told you these baths were heaven.” You shut your eyes as well, soaking in the moment. A relaxing bath with your soon-to-be husband, this was the life.
After what felt like hours, you both took turns washing each other off before getting out and heading to bed. After such an eventful evening, nightfall came quick. You slipped into Matt’s shirt and your underwear while Matt slipped into some pajama pants, the pair of you were exhausted and ready for bed.
Matt pulled you into his arms once you both were in bed, careful with your fractured wrist as you snuggled into his chest. “I love you. Thank you for taking care of me today.” You said, softly, placing a kiss to his chest. You were so thankful and grateful to have Matt, someone to love you, take care of you, spoil you despite your protests, and support and respect you.
“I love you more, angel.” Matt placed a sweet kiss to the top of your head. If today and the next several weeks would teach him anything, it was that the two of you would be together through thick and thin. The diamond ring on your left hand proved it.
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Memory Served - Ransom Drysdale (Part 4 - Final Part)
Series summary: Following a terrible accident, every memory you ever made was gone leaving you to try to piece together what happened.
Word Count: 4.7k
Warnings: to avoid spoilers I won't be tagging warnings, but if you are concerned about being triggered by anything PLEASE reach out to me so I can put your mind at ease! This is an 18+ ONLY series!
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The week leading up to your wedding had been stressful, to say the least. Everything seemed to run at a million miles per hour and you were only just keeping your head above water. You wanted to just call the whole thing off so you could get a chance to breathe but you knew you couldn’t. You had to go through with this, for Harlan, for Ransom. 
The stress was clearly getting to Ransom too, he was becoming more erratic, and he was always pacing and muttering under his breath. His temper had been much shorter too, sometimes lashing out. He’d always make sure to make up for it though, showering you with love and affection. 
You always forgave him, even if you didn't really want to. He was stressed, you were stressed, it was only natural that you would argue. You had learnt not to bring certain things up though, like your memory. 
You had questioned him about who Andy was, you assumed it was someone you knew before you’d met Ransom. But Ransom explains how it was actually a nickname for him. You had gotten drunk one night and called him Randy, and it stuck, your friends even called him it and you must have just misheard it as Andy in your dream. 
You believed it, because it kinda made sense. Your friend in the memory had clearly been teasing Ransom so calling him by a nickname would fit. Although you had noticed Ransom’s behaviour had changed from that point onwards, you just put it down to his stress and worry over Harlan. 
Tomorrow was your wedding day, so today you were going over every last detail making sure everything was in place. 
“Kitten I’m just heading out to pick something up,” Ransom says walking into the living room, shrugging on his long camel coat. 
“Oh okay, hey um I was thinking of maybe going and visiting Harlan, see how he’s doing, I can call an uber or something,” you say looking up at him. 
“No” Ransom states catching you off guard. 
“W-what? Why?” you ask shaking your head in confusion. 
Ransom lets out a small sigh, his face softening slightly “he doesn't have a lot of energy at the moment, we don’t want to tire him out so he can’t make it to the wedding tomorrow” he explains. 
“Oh right, yes okay that makes sense” you mutter glancing down in disappointment. 
“I’m sorry kitten, but we’ll see him tomorrow,” Ransom says gently, stepping closer to put his hand on your shoulder. 
“I know, I hope he feels better soon, I’d hate to lose him” you sigh looking up at him. 
“Me too, I better go otherwise I’ll be late, see you later kitten” Ransom smiles leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, lingering slightly before pulling away, his hands moving to his coat pockets. 
“See you later” you smile watching as he goes. 
Once he was gone you slumped back on the couch, letting out a long sigh as you stared up at the ceiling. The silence of the house felt even more deafening, your brain instantly running a million miles per hour, so fast you couldn't even try to work out what it was thinking. Rubbing your forehead you look back down your eyes focusing on the TV and the unit it was on, spotting the TV remote hidden at the very back. 
“So that’s where it’s kept” you mutter standing up from your spot on the couch. 
Reaching into the unit you grab the TV remote and turn it on, finding a sitcom that you could stick on in the background. 
For the next couple of hours, you worked through all the wedding details, making sure everything was set. Thankfully it didn't take as long as you thought meaning you could relax. You knew Ransom said not to visit Harlan, but he didn't say you couldn’t call Marta and find out how he was doing.
You reach out to where you left your phone and frown when it wasn't where it should be “that’s weird, where’d it go” you mutter. 
You start lifting up all the different cushions and blankets looking for it. You even looked through the large stack of paper that was on the coffee table. When you still couldn't find it you stood up and started searching the couch properly, maybe it had slipped down the side. 
You were standing behind the couch checking underneath the couch when you heard the TV play the news bulletin noise. You paid little attention to it as the news anchors started reading out the news. 
“Now to our main story, it has been close to 4 months since the disappearance of Y/N Y/L/N, today the police held another press conference with her friends and family appealing for more information from the public” the news anchor announces catching your attention. 
Standing up from behind the couch you start watching the TV, first, they show interviews with police and recount the story of the woman’s disappearance. It’s when they cut to the press conference that your breath catches because you recognise everyone. 
You could see the man you had seen in your dream the one with short fluffy hair. You saw your parents, the people Ransom had told you had died years ago. 
You felt a sharp stabbing sensation in your head making you wince, this didn't make sense. These people couldn't be who you thought they were. They had to just be people who looked like Ransom, and your parents. 
“Is there anything you’d like to say to Y/N if she’s out there?” one of the press called out. 
The man you thought was Ransom nodded “yes” he mutters “Y/N, sweetheart, I don’t know if you’ll ever see this but if you do please reach out, just to let us know you’re safe, and if there’s someone out there who knows where she is, or know what happened please help us” the man says his voice breaking as he looks down. 
You felt your heart shatter as you watched him, sniffling back the tears you didn't even know were falling. He was completely broken, his skin pale, with dark circles under his eyes. 
The news piece finishes with a phone number and a picture of the woman missing.
And it was you. 
The stabbing sensation in your mind increased tenfold making you cry out in pain, a bright light exploding behind your eyes, your ears ringing. Suddenly it all went black for a second before memories starts playing out in your mind. This time they were all in order, you could hear and see everything. The last thing you saw was you leaving the house, kissing the man from the conference goodbye and getting in the car. 
It then all went quiet. 
You slowly opened your eyes hoping your surroundings had changed, but they hadn’t, you were still in Ransom’s house. You had most if not all of your memories back, and Ransom wasn’t your fiance, he was practically a stranger and had been lying to you all this time. Looking down at your left hand you recoiled when saw the ring on your finger, you quickly pulled it off and threw it across the room. 
You felt like you were about to be sick, your chest heaving as you began to pace back and forth. You needed to get out of here, now. You needed to get to the police and find help. You had to go before Ransom got home. 
You dash out of the living room and had just gotten to the bottom of the stairs when you heard the front door open, making you freeze. You look over your shoulder to see Ransom walking back into the house, he paused when he spotted you on the stairs, his gaze falling on your tear-stained cheeks and fearful eyes. 
He let out a long and annoyed sigh his shoulders dropping “you remember don’t you?” he asks. 
You couldn't find your voice, you knew you should just say no. Pretend you didn't remember anything and slip out in the middle of the night, but you knew he wouldn’t believe you. So you slowly nodded your head. 
He let out a frustrated growl kicking the wall in anger making you flinch “you couldn't just wait a couple of days could you!” he growled. 
“Please let me leave” you whisper your voice shaking in fear. 
“No, you’re mine now” Ransom barked as he lunged forward to grab you. 
You managed to duck out of the way underneath his arm. He was blocking the front door so you made a dash to the kitchen hoping to escape through the backdoor. You had only just gotten halfway across the kitchen when Ransom caught up with you, grabbing your hair and wrenching you backwards making you scream out in pain. 
“You are going nowhere, you’re life is better here, better with me!” Ransom snarled in your ear and he pulled you back towards him. 
“No, please, please let me go” you cry out wincing in pain.
“Never” he spat. 
He began pulling you back out of the kitchen by your hair making you scream in pain, blindly reaching out to grab at anything that you could use. You manage to knock over the knife block, your fingers wrapping around the handle of a knife. You twist in his hold, blindly swinging the knife hoping to catch him and force him to drop you. 
He however catches your wrist with his free hand. He wraps his arm around you pulling you into his chest, his grip tightening around your wrist to the point it was painful. 
“Drop it” Ransom growls as you struggle against him, legs kicking out, “I said drop it” he yells in your ear, using his strength against you to pull the arm which held the knife down, the blade slicing across your thigh just above the knee. 
You scream out in pain your hand dropping the knife, the blade clattering to the floor. 
You tried to fight through the pain as Ransom dragged you through the house kicking and screaming. Your voice was hoarse by the time he got up the stairs and threw you into a small dark closet. 
“You’ll realise soon enough that I’m the one for you” he spat as he threw you to the floor “and until you do you’ll stay right here” 
“Please Ransom- don’t do this” you weep from your crumpled state on the floor. 
He doesn't answer, instead, he just slams the door leaving you in complete darkness. You curl up into a ball, all your muscles aching as you wept. You gave yourself a few moments to cry before deciding you couldn’t just give in, if you stayed any longer you had no idea what else Ransom could do to you. You had to get out, you had to survive. 
Pushing yourself up to your feet you hobbled over to the door hoping for whatever reason Ransom had left it unlocked. You weren't so lucky. The next thing you did was start searching the closet, hoping to find something you could use as a weapon, anything you could use to fight your way out whenever Ransom returned. But there was nothing except clothes and accessories. 
You were about to give up when you heard the sound of birds tweeting outside. Looking up to where the noise was coming from you spot a small beam of light streaming through between the coats. Hobbling your way over you start pulling the coats from the rack and discover a small window. There was no handle to open it but if you broke it, you could probably just about squeeze through. 
You instantly start searching for something you could use to break it, the best thing is a pair of Ransom’s dress shoes that had a rock-hard heel. You start slamming it against the window, using as much strength as you could without being too loud. 
You were about to give up when finally a crack showed, with renewed energy you slammed the heel of the shoe into the window harder. Finally, it broke and in desperation you broke away the rest of the glass with your hands, wincing when the glass cut scratched and cut your skin. 
Grabbing hold of the window you begin the pull yourself up, your muscle shaking and crying out as you did so. Once you were halfway through you could see the flat roof of the garage below meaning you weren't going to have too far of a fall. With one final push, you fell out of the window, you tried to break your fall by putting your hands out but you still fell with a heavy thud. 
You wince in pain as you push yourself up, you keep yourself low to avoid being spotted as you survey the roof trying to find a good place to climb down. You finally settle on one corner where there was a bush underneath, it would be a straight drop but at least the bush would break your fall. 
Taking a deep breath you prepare yourself and start climbing down, falling the short distance into the bush below. Moving as quietly as you could you start making your escape. You didn't have Ransom’s car keys so you had to make a run for it and hope you could catch a ride or make it to a police station. 
You had only just gotten halfway across the driveway when you heard Ransom yell in anger inside the house. He must have found you had escaped, and now you only had minutes at most until he found you. So you made a run for it. 
Ignoring how your limbs screamed in pain you took off down the long driveway towards the main road. Once you finally reached the road you nearly broke down at how quiet it was, there wasn't a car in sight. 
You start looking around for a hiding spot but then you heard the sound of an engine. You panic thinking it was Ransom in his beamer coming to get you but then you spot a van approaching from down the road. 
You start waving to get its attention but it didn't seem the be slowing so in desperation you step out into the road, right into its path. The van only just breaks in time your hands landing on its hood as it finally stopped. 
The man behind the wheel looked back at you in shock as you held your hands out and started moving to the passenger door “help me please help me” you beg as you open the door. 
The man who looked like he was in his mid to late twenties nodded slowly, his blue eyes as wide as saucers as he looked at you. 
“Thank you,” you say close to tears as you climb into the van “now drive please,” you say as you close the door. 
The man nods still in a state of shock but does as you say and pulls away. Slumping back in your seat you take a deep and shaky breath, you did it, you were free. 
“Where-” the man starts before clearing his throat “we should get you to a hospital,” he says gripping the steering wheel tightly as he glances over at you, his eyes darting to the large gash on your leg. 
“No, no hospitals, I can’t trust them” you state shaking your head, they had been the ones who let you go home with Ransom, they had been in on whatever his plan was. 
“I’m sorry but you’re currently bleeding a lot and you look like shit, Mass Gen isn't too far,” the guy says shaking his head. 
“No Mass Gen is where I was, they were in on it, I need to go to the police, specifically this police station,” you say grabbing a scrap of paper from the dash and a pen, quickly writing an address, looking over at the man to show him. 
The man looks back over at you in confusion but then you see his expression change to one of shock and realisation “HOLY SHIT YOU’RE THE MISSING CHICK!” he exclaims. 
Your lips start to quiver and you have to bite your lower lip to stop yourself from crying “yes, I am, and the man who took me is after me now” you confirm quietly. 
“Shit, fuck, okay police it is then” The man nods putting his foot on the gas, the van speeding up. 
“Thank you,” you say you’re voice shaking. 
“We need to do something about your leg though, that station is a good drive away and you’re losing a lot of blood,” the man says nodding to your leg. 
“We can’t stop, if he sees us he’ll take me back,” you say shaking your head at the idea. 
“We won’t just- just hold the wheel for me a second,” the man says nodding to the wheel, your eyes widen in surprise but you do as he says and reach out to grab the wheel. 
You keep the van steady as he stretches back and grabs something from the back of the van, he then tossed it at you before sitting back down and taking the wheel. 
“It's not a proper tourniquet but it’ll work for now,” he says nodding to the guitar strap he put in your lap “do you know how to use it?” he asks.
“Yeah-yeah- are you a doctor or something?” you ask as you slide the loop of the guitar strap up your leg and tightening it. 
“A musician but my dad’s a cop so he made sure I and my sister knew how to do this sort of thing in case of an emergency” the man explains with a sigh “my name’s Colin by the way”
You give him a small smile “thank you Colin” you say as you look over at him. 
He gave you a small lopsided smile and then you realised you recognised him, he was the singer from the band you’d seen in the bar with your friends “wait I recognise you” you exclaim.
Colin arches a brow as he glances over at you “you do? But we haven't met before today” he says. 
“I saw you performing in a bar, you were really good,” you tell him. 
A wide smile breaks out on his face “really? Well I’m always happy to meet a fan” he grins “and I guess it’s also a good thing because you know you can definitely trust me, and you haven't just gotten into a van with another psycho” he chuckles.
You give him a wary look that makes him instantly back peddle “I’m sorry, now it's not the time to joke” he apologises. 
“It's okay, I trust you… I think” you say with a forced smile making Colin chuckle.
“I’ll take that” he smirks “now c’mon then let's get you home”
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Thankfully you soon arrived outside of the Police station, Colin running around to help you out of the van and into the police station. 
“We need help and a medic here please!” he shouted as he helped you limp into the police station. 
The two police officers behind the desk freeze in shock when they see you, their eyes widening in shock at the state you were in and in recognition when they realised who you were. The both of them rush to come to help you, one of them grabbing a first aid kit on their way. 
They hurried you and Colin into a room, getting you to sit down while they worked on your injuries. As they worked you looked over at Colin sending him a silent plea not to leave you, thankfully he understood and stood by your side, even going as far as to hold your hand the entire time. Something that would have made you cry in relief if you had any tears left to cry. 
“This cut is going to need stitches and I think you might have broken your wrist,” the police officer says as she bandages you up “you should have gone straight to a hospital” 
“I tried but she refused” Colin explains glancing over at me. 
“Mass Gen is where he took me from, they let him take me” you explain stuttering slightly over your words. 
The two police officers exchange a glance, a silent conversation passing between them before they look back at you “you were abducted? That’s where you’ve been the past couple of months?” the male officer asks. 
“Yes- kind of- it's complicated- he- he-” you say struggling to speak as you begin to break down once more, the adrenaline finally leaving your body. 
“Hey, hey it's okay you’re safe now” Colin reassures you, squeezing your hand. 
“You are, we promise, we won’t let anything happen to you, but we need to get you to a hospital, not Mass Gen, I promise” the female police officer tells you. 
“We’ll make sure nothing happens, we’ll have you under guard, but we need to know who to protect you from” the male officer explains. 
“Ransom, his name is Ransom Drysdale, you can’t let him find me, or any of his family” you explain, feeling physically sick as you say his name. 
The officers exchange another glance before nodding “okay we can do that, now let's get you to the hospital” the female officer tells you. 
“Wait! No stop I need him first, I need to see him” you say shaking your head. 
The female officer gives you a sympathetic look, knowing who you meant without you even saying his name. 
“We’ll call him and let him know, we’ll get him to meet you at the hospital because we need to go now,” she tells you, firm and gentle. 
“Thank you, thank you” you mutter shaking your head in relief. 
The next hour or so was a complete blur full of doctors, nurses and police officers. It was close to overwhelming, every time I new person entered the room I froze in fear, terrified that this time it would be Ransom. Even though you knew there was a police officer standing guard outside your room the fear never left you. 
Your gash had been stitched up and bandaged, your wrist put in a cast, and all the bruises and cuts you had from your struggle to get away had been documented for evidence. You only got a chance to breathe when the doctors finally left you alone to rest. 
You were completely exhausted and all you wanted to do was sleep, but you didn't dare shut your eyes. You needed to stay awake and alert for now. So you just lay back staring up at the ceiling, your mind replaying all the memories back to you. 
“Where is she!” you heard someone demand outside your room. 
You instantly sat up in your bed, eyes trained on the door because you recognised the voice. You waited in anticipation, your chest heaving as seconds ticked by. Finally, after an agonising wait, the door to your room opened and you saw him. 
The two of you stared at each other, nobody able to say a single word as you took each other in. He looked tired, his blue eyes scanning over your face and down to all your injuries. He ran a hand down his face shaking his head as he looked at you. You wanted to move but you were completely frozen in place. 
“Andy” you finally manage, your voice barely above a whisper. 
Andy nods his head, not even bothering to hold back his tears “honey” he whispered. 
He surged forward, breaking the both of you from your frozen spell. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You clung onto him tightly the both of you breaking down in each other’s arms. 
“Fuck honey I’m so happy to see you, I can’t believe you’re here” Andy muttered shaking his head as he pulled back and cupped your cheeks. 
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” you stutter shaking your head in shame, your fingers wrapping around his wrists. 
“No, no, stop, stop that” Andy whispers as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead “you have nothing to apologise for,” he says his warm gentle blue eyes finding yours “you’re safe now and that’s all that matters, nothing else, and we’ll work this all out, we’ll make him pay for whatever he did to you” 
Tears fall down your face, Andy promptly wiping them away with his thumbs “I’m so happy to see you” you whisper shaking your head. 
A small smile breaks out on Andy’s face “me too, so, so much” he smiles leaning down to kiss you. 
It was hesitant, to begin with, but you eagerly responded, allowing Andy to kiss you more passionately. Every feeling the both of you had was spoken in that kiss. It just felt so right, it was perfect. You hadn’t realised until this moment why kissing Ransom always felt so odd and wrong, it was because your body knew it wasn't Andy. Your body was made for Andy and no one else. 
“Where- where is everyone else?” you ask once you finally broke the kiss. 
“Carrie will be here tomorrow, Frank and Mary will visit as soon as they can” your heart swelling at the mention of your friends “your parents are making their way over now, they’ll be here in an hour or so,” Andy tells you, his thumbs gently running over your cheeks. 
“And they’re all okay? He- he told me my parents were dead” you ask nervously. 
“They’re all fine, happy and healthy, they’re so happy you’re safe” Andy reassures you, one hand dropping to take your hand squeezing it gently. 
“Oh thank god” you choke out relief taking over you, Andy instantly wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head as he held you. 
“Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt the reunion but I thought I better introduce myself,” a man says stepping into your room “I’m Lieutenant Elliott, I’ll be the head detective on your case”
“Have you got him yet? The man who abducted her?” Andy demands standing up and turning to face the detective, his hand resting on your shoulder. 
“Yes, we arrested him a few minutes ago” Elliott nods “we’ll be questioning him later tonight but we need to know what happened to you before we can do so” he explains nodding to you. 
You glance up at Andy swallowing nervously “yeah… sure” you manage to say looking back over at the detective. 
“Take your time honey, don’t rush it if you’re not ready” Andy reassures you. 
“No, I’m ready…” you say looking back up at him “it just won’t be easy for you to hear”
Andy takes a deep breath nodding his head before forcing a smile “whatever happened I’ll be right here the entire time” he reassures you. 
You nod your head slightly before looking over at the detective “I’m ready” 
Over the next half an hour you recalled everything that happened, from the moment you woke up in the hospital, your time with Ransom, and what happened when you finally got your memories back. 
By the time you were finished, you had officially run out of tears. The detective muttered something to you as he left but you didn't hear it, you were focused solely on Andy. He had gone silent and sat in his chair next to you in bed. You could see he was still processing what you had just recounted, every dirty detail. 
“Please don’t hate me” you choke out shaking your head.
“No” Andy mutters his voice cracking as he shook his head “no I don’t hate you, I could never hate you,” he tells you reaching out to take your hand. 
“If I’d known I’d never have gone through with it, let him touch me or- or-” you say struggling to find the words. 
“I know, I know honey I know” Andy sighs lifting your hand to his lips “it's okay, we’ll get through this, we’ll make him pay” he promises. 
“So we’re good?” you ask still uncertain. 
“Yeah we’re good, we’ll always be good” Andy promises, standing up so he could lean over and kiss you “you’re home now”
“I’m home” you repeat “I’m home”
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