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2023 : Eddie Munson- Episode 1 The Fall

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Lilly Miller

Pov: Eddie Munson

Warnings: middle of season 4, falling through the ceiling, falling into a different decade, fluff,angst, being in the upside down, story starts not long after they reach the trailer.

Summary: Eddie falls through his ceiling but lands in a different time and in front of a young, beautiful lady on his couch.

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The four of them looked up through Eddie’s ceiling. The gaping hole that was where Chrissy Cunningham had been twisted until she had died. The kids are looking down or maybe up. Max, Lucas, Erica, and Dustin. They had moved Eddie's bed, making a makeshift landing pad. "I don't know what those stains are,” Eddie mutters to both groups. The kids are waiting for them, and the pulsating red hole in the ceiling is furthering the creep factor. The kids disappear for only a few seconds before returning with a makeshift ladder.

Sheets threaded together " watch out guys” Dustin yells can be heard through the slimy hole in the ceiling. The rope lands with a thud and sends a shiver down everyone's spine. The four look around at each other. Staring as if waiting for the first person to say something. “ I’ll go first,” Robin yells out. She climbs the makeshift Iadder. Nancy is sure to keep her hand behind Robin's back.

So now it's just the three of us. Nancy and Steve stand close to each other. I wonder if what I said to Steve earlier is worming its way around now. I look up the kids are grinning at the plan that has for some reason worked. A plan that worked so well. A plan that a little shithead came up with. "Who's next" I looked around between the three of us. Nancy was up the ladder in a second and just like that she landed safely on the mattress that I always found hard and annoying when I would fall asleep.

It was odd the way the gaping hole in my ceiling oozed with a vibrant red pulse as if it were alive and waiting for someone to touch it. Steve looked over at me. "You going?" Steve's eyebrows raised on his face, giving a harsher space to his face. Comparing his facial expression now to when I held a broken bottle up to his chin. It was vastly different. The jean jacket that I had given Steve to be a bit more modest looked odd, and almost off. My own body left lighter and less metal. I ignored the feeling as I gave way for Harrington to go next.

I didn't mind going last.

As much as the trailer we were standing in wasn't truly mine or maybe it was, it felt like home regardless of whether it was four years in the past or forty years in the future. Something about the way the trailer smelt and swayed as Steve moved a little so faster, and a little too hard on his feet trying to make his way onto the ladder. Under hushed breath, I heard Harrington curse out "I was never fuckin' good at climbing in the gym" I laughed a hearty laugh, as I remember seeing Harrington long ago constantly in the gym. Constantly working out for the benefit of probably getting more chicks.

A muffled Dustin could be heard through the hole in the ceiling. "Come on Eddie, we've got shit to do, and I have a plan." In an instant, I rolled my eyes. Thinking back to Harrington's comment about how Dustin might have a bit of an ego issue. I looked around once more seeing Wayne's hats that haven't moved since I first arrived at his trailer door, or the way that the one cabinet door never shut right.

I pushed myself up onto the ladder and hoped for the best. As I climbed I felt the weight of the upside down flutter off of me, I kept my eyes closed as I shifted from the upside down to the not upside down. But when I landed on the hard floor I opened my eyes. "Dustin that's not funn…" I muttered, as I looked around there was no Dustin, no red-haired girl, no robin, Nancy, or Steve.

I was alone. Except for the girl that was currently staring me down. "What are you doing in my house?" We said in tandem with each other "Huh?" We said again together. She was a beautiful woman. Her feet rested on what looked like a coffee table. A bottle of nail polish next to her feet, and one in her hand. Dark brown eyes that were staring me down. My vision was going in and out and a pain in the back of my head was making everything vibrate. "What are you… Are you okay?" She asked, shit her voice was heaven. Soft and soothing almost enough to make my vision not so blurry. "I… you… where am I?" I asked her as I felt my head was going to explode.

"Hawkins. Indiana." I hummed as she gave me an answer. But before I could ask her anything else, or gaze more intently at her beauty she was gone from my vision and everything I saw was black. It took me a moment to realize where I was, somewhere in the in-between. In a black empty space, where I could walk for hours upon hours. It took less than half that time to figure out that there was a girl nearly half my age staring at me from a distance.

Like she was just as lost as I was. When she caught a glimpse of me she came running, and for once in my life running away from the danger was the only answer that seemed right. Though when you’re running in an endlessly black void you never feel like you’re getting anywhere. Running and running. Things started to turn color. Shades of blues, greys, and mostly the whole rainbow came up. Then I was back, standing in my trail. My hands wrapped hard around a makeshift ladder to safety to the other side. I was stuck, the panic that drew in the darkest places of my mind.

Flashes of white

Flashes of Chrissy twisting and turning on the trailer ceiling. I stood still, not moving an inch to give me anything else in a story bent by my own lies. I wondered for a moment more if I’d end up stuck in the upside-down, stuck in this pitiless black void. As if a rather beautiful guardian angel had heard me, the world came crashing down, and frankly around me all at the same time.

The white walls made me feel sick to my stomach, and the annoying beeping noise was only adding to the stress. My throat was sore like I had once screamed all of one of Metallica’s albums. That cassette was broken, but pride and joy of mine. The first breath of fresh air gave my lungs a wave of relief. My now opens eyes looked around, trying to figure out where I was mostly.

“Wow, hang on a minute I’ll get the doctor.” That voice was so familiar, yet already running out before I was able to place it. When they returned it was that woman from my trai… her trailer. That I would come back to later. “Well, Mr.Doe I think that your friend over here really did you a good favor.” The doctor had this annoyingly southern accent that made me feel like I was getting judged all over again.

I kept a rather blank face, as the doctor explained that whatever I had done to my body was surely something they had never seen. Told me that they had given me antibiotics for the scars on my face, and body. Rather a long story about how annoying this would have been if it wasn’t for the 21st century. “So just a few follow-up questions and then you go on your mary way.” That doctor was a little too cheerful, a little too nice, and a little too creepy.

“Alrighty, what state are we in?” The light bulb lit up instantly in my mind. I would quess Indiana, there was no reason not to. I had landed in my trailer, also that stranger woman had said that where we were.

I had no reason to doubt her.

“Indiana.” Good was all the doctor replied before jotting something down real quick.

“Question two sir if you don’t mind. Who’s the president of the united states?” I wanted to roll my eyes at these stupid fuckin’ questions but answered anyways.

“Reagan.” The doctor looked at me and then over to the strange woman.

“No that would be wrong, it’s Biden.” My face as always gave a distant look of confusion. It was passed on by both people standing in the room.

“What is the date and time?” Easy enough in a matter of few words. The clock was clicking just across the room. It sat lopsided on the wall above the door’s entrance.

“Time according to the clock is 12:35 pm.” Confidence wasn’t something that oozed out of me, so no matter what I kept that blank stare, “And the date?” The doctor pushed, “March 26th, 1986.” I try, maybe I wasn’t doing so hot on these questions. Considering the alarming look I get from the doctor and the strange woman.

“I was hoping that these few little questions would prove to be easy for you. I was really hoping to let you go today, but if you honestly think that it’s 1986, which was more then thirty-five years ago. I might have to keep you.” The doctor chokes out. My mind does a few cartwheels, the 21st-century thing makes sense now, thirty-five years ago brings my heartbeat an extra step, so I play it cool. Breathing slowly.

“I don’t think it’s actually 1986, I was just you know… watching some old videos from my… that were around my attic.” Quickly the words come flooding out, a not precise lie. There’s no attic on the trailer, it’s a fuckin’ trailer. Regardless the strange women and the doctor don’t fight me on it. “Oh that’s wonderful to hear, good so you know that it’s actually 2023.” The doctor asks me, there’s a hopeful cheer in the back of his voice. A cheer of getting past nonsensical shit.

“Yeah, 2023,” I say shortly. He smiles, success is written over his expression. “Alright then I’ll get your discharge papers ready and you’ll be able to go in just a few minutes.” He says happily before almost skipping out of the room. The woman is now the only standing figure in the dull room. I find every excuse to not look at her though. Rather not have to lie to such a pretty face like hers.

“How’d you fall through my ceiling when I most defiantly do not have an attic?” Back to that smooth, like silk voice.

“But are you sure it doesn’t have an attic?” She rolls her eyes at me.

“Yeah, I’m pretty fuckin’ sure it doesn’t have an attic I live there.” She says angrily. “It’s not something you’ll believe if I tell you.” I try, but I’m met with a harsh line above her brows, and questing eyes.

“Fine, Hawkins is cursed, and I tried to go through a portal that was in my trailer, now your trailer but instead of landing where I was supposed to I landed here, or now or whatever the fuck just happened,”

I say through a mumble of words, and mumble of breathes in between. She looks even angrier, but there’s a softness behind it.

“Look there’s no need to lie, but I’m pretty sure I saw you come through my ceiling and there’s no ‘portal’ or ‘hole’ in my roof.” My shocked face only reflects my inner thoughts. I had only just learned maybe a few days ago that Hawkins was cursed, by what I wasn’t and am still not sure. I had watched a few horrible things happen in the past few days, and now this was the icing on the cake, the bee to its bonnet. There was no way I was creating shit this fuckin’ crazy just for fun. Even if I am a DM.

“Oh I almost forgot to ask, do you have somewhere safe to stay for the next few days? Or just while your body takes a considerable rest?”

The doctor had butted his head back into the doorway. I went to say something but was stopped by the reality that I was here in a year where I had and knew no one.

“Yeah, I’ll take care of him for the new few days.” I heard the women say across from me. I was so shocked that I shook my head alone with her words unable to talk, unable to think for the moment. “Oh, that’s just wonderful of you Ms. Miller.” The doctor said cheerfully, and then left once more. “Miller? You’ve got a first name?” I asked. I was genuinely asking, regardless of my flirtatious attitude. Always slipping to conversation running the show most of the time. I think that’s how I managed to get Chrissy to come to the trailer, and let me drive her to my trailer.

“Yeah I do, but I won’t tell til you do.” Miller quipped back at me. I swallowed hard, she was feisty like me. Unwilling to be broken by the morals of ‘normal’ folk. “Definitely can’t be a john Doe. The names Munson, Eddie Munson.” I shot back, She didn’t react in any way, clinch her purse close to her chest, or step back a few extra steps. Instead, she stepped forward. Reaching out for my hand. “Eddie Munson, it’s nice to meet you the right time round. I’m Lilly Miller.” She shook my hand. Her hands were soft as the blanket that I laid down with at night, something I wouldn’t mind if we had only stayed together, touching for a few seconds longers. I craved a touch that had only lasted a few moments already.

I was already going insane, I might as well go all the way with it. “Okay, Mr. Doe. How about we sign these papers and get you out of here? What do you say?” The doctor’s cheerful tone was starting to make me wanna tear my ears off. “Sure thing doc,” I said simply, before reaching out for the pen and signing without, really signing my name or anything. Just scribble here and a scribble there. It was over in a flash, that had been the easiest paper I had ever signed to get out of the white-washed room before.

The next few hours were oddly comfortable. For not knowing Lilly in any manner we fell into a comfortable silence as she drove us to my… her trailer. The music hummed on the radio, and just getting into the car had been an experience. The car was so futuristic in many ways, and yet had the warmth of remembrance left being in the old seats. “She’s an oldie, but a goodie.” That was the only thing that Lilly had said before we pilled into her car and she drove far from the hospital.

Metal played, not loud or softly in the car. But at the average level a nub would listen to it, so they could listen to the lyrics understand the meaning then turn the volume all the way up, so they could beat their heads along with it. I was trying to catch some words here and there in between the crashes of gutair strings, bass, and drums. “Oh, are you a metal fan? This is the older stuff. I’m not a fan of the newer metal music off there.” Lilly made it simple, and once more the conversation went nowhere. I hummed and listening along, watching as Lilly reached over turning the radio a little higher, and I relaxed into the sounds. Sounds that brought me back to an older time. I hadn’t remembered how close the hospital was to the trailer park on the edge of town. I hadn’t been since the last time I had come running back to my uncle Wayne’s trailer.

My dad was a drunk and just plain mean, besides the times he was teaching me how to hot wire cars, and get away with petty lacarney. The times he was drinking he was down right horrible in every which way. He left welts, and bruises to big to cover up with some fake story. I was old enough to understand the facts of the situation. Old enough to understand that I needed to leave regardless of the efforts to stay with my mom. I was just enough to understand that running away wasn’t always the worst answer.

I wonder if that’s where it stems from. The running away, running away from my dad was the start of it all. And in every single possible way it causes me to only run away from more. Run away from chief police Hopper when he catches me smoking pot for the first time, run away from him again when he catches now selling pot.

Though when he does catch me he’s more then understanding in every manner of speaking. He had caught my dad enough to know the ins and outs of my family trauma. He left me go and without that he never said a word to Wayne. I wasn’t worried about getting physical abused, but I was worried simply about dissapointing him.

Regardless of that I shook my head of the nasty thoughts and tried to think of anything else. I looked… well stared at Lilly. She had the most cutest ears. Earining that hung lower to her shoulders, and studs that were placed behind. A few strands that were never nice to her, it seemed as if they always bothered her. Cute and plump little lips that looked and probably felt the best when you kissed them. I was staring and had not yet been caught. Side eye giving me enough to blast away into another dimension.

“Home sweet home…. For the both of us I guess.” That was an odd statement in itself. Home was home, but all I had seen was the living room wallvwithout caps on it, without the smokes stains from Wayne’s endless smoking, and that touch of weed smell that no matter how hard I tried to make sure it didn’t whaft into the living space still managed.

she pulled her car to a slow stop, then a full stop before cutting the engine off. We sat still in her car. Uncomfortable silence growing by the second has more and more of the ideas pilled down into my mind. Thirty-five years had passed, and what the hell could have happened.

“The old man, where he’d go?” It was involuntary. It had slipped out, falling and landing without a single drop of grace. “The old man?” Lilly echoed back at me. Still haven’t moved yet. I was fuckin’ with the seat belt. Trying hard to manage my panic. Wayne was the only family I had left no reason to waste questions beating around a bush to get an answer.

“He smoked a lot, always sat out there.” I motioned towards the porch she had made an extension on. “Oh that old man’s. He was the sweetest of fellows. Never spoke of a words of misjudgment. Always a helping hand especially when I moved in.” Lilly said navigating her own belt. The belt unlatching was loud, head banging loud. I flinch and clicked my own undone. Maybe this conversation was over, maybe for the good of it.

“He helped you move in?” Yet another question that had just slipped right on out of my mouth. With a rather uncomfortable ease, and pace of a hummingbird. Flying from flower to flower looking for nectar it was rather very annoying for so many fuckin’ reasons.

“Sweetheart helped me move in boxes and even the heavy stuff said that I didn’t need to be doing that on my own.”

“Sounds like my uncle.” Her face lite and the darken. “He was your uncle?” She asked plainly. “Yeah pretty much… no he was the only family I got.” He has a feeling he knows where this is going. As a feeling Lilly’s about to drop another bomb on him, but she doesn’t not right away. “Do you like coffee?” She asks sweetly, and then adds “some weed to if you’re into that kinda thing?” Weed would make all the pain in the world go away. Far… far away.

She must see something. “Yeah you looked like a weed guy when you fell from my fuckin’ ceiling let’s go Eddie.” She pulls herself from the drivers seat and is out of the car in a matter of seconds, I try to quickly follow behind. The seconds the door swings open the smell of lavender, and weed pops out. It’s like a sudden flash back, but nothing appears. I wait, then walk in. “I would make youserlf at home, but that seems a little on the nose. Doesn’t it?”

She makes me laugh, and I do as she says. Settling myself on her couch. It sits in the same spot as mine did. Hers is of course, less aged around the edges, torn with beer stains inter laced into the fabric. Our couch had been from a yard sale from the rich neighborhood, one that was worn and used. Probably by some young kids at their grandparents home. Hers on the other hand was soft, and the seat didn’t automatically bend down in anticipation for weight. It was new, just like about everything in this trailer. A new tv, futuristic was the only way I could describe it.

“Okay, coffee is a brewin and weed is just waiting to be rolled up.” She motioned to the set up, a resin table that had paw prints in it. It was fuckin amazing. “You’ve got to be kidding me right? Is it legal nowadays cause that takes the fun out of smoking it?”

She rolled her eye at me but shook her head. Of course they had made it legal. “Let’s get to rolling cause I feel the bad news coming my way.” She scoffs but the feeling like the other shoes is about to drop doesn’t help the way my stomach twists into knots. We roll, and of course we roll ours differently. I’m a tight roller, blending the papers almost seamlessly, her are fatter more weed stuffed intside but are loose. I watch as she licks the paper wet. Dabbing her tongue on the paper. I had to look away and take focuse to my own joint.

The joint was amazing. Maybe weed had gotten better over the years, or I was just incredibly stressed the fuck out due to the emotional and physical trauma I had been through in just the past few ‘days’. I was still trying to figure that one out. Was it was days or it was years, to many years. Regardless we light blaze to our joints and smoked in harmony. Laughing here and there about the psychedelic posters she had on the wall.

“Did you put those up on purpose?” I asked my voice sounded so funny, I wasn’t about to laugh at it though. I was supposed to be a pro, at least that was the thought. She laughed and pointed towards the posters taking a longer thicker hit. “So, you said you felt like the other shoe was going to drop. I bet you’ve had a lot of nights like this were the truth comes out while smoking.” Lilly said setting down her joint.

The serious nature of the conversation was starting to hit home. The light heartness of everything in the past few moments was coming to a halt. “I feel like I shouldn’t be the one to tell you this, but I think you should know that your um, your uncle lived a great life. I spent a lot of time with him.”

“Lived a great life?” I questined her. The terms were becoming to real. “Well he lived a great life here with everybody in the park. He um… he died in his sleep a couple of years ago. I went to check up on him, and he was gone. I don’t think he was in any pain…” The silence took over the already small living room.

“Wait where is he? Does he have like a place of… of rest… Also how’d you get the trailer?” I had probably already asked her thatquestion, but the latter question was more important in my eyes mind. “Yeah we all pitched in, he had some money left over always had it in one of those coffee tins he kept around. Well actually he always said that was for his kid… I’m assuming that was you?” Lilly asked, I swallowed hard and took another long, long puff on my joint before the ashes hit the resin tray.

“We can go if you want, but I should probably get a cup of coffee, before we go. It’s a little bit of a drive for me.” Lilly got up getting her cup of coffee. She poured me a cup and brought it out. “We don’t have to right now. I’m a little tired, and a little to high to go… ya know go visit him. How um, when did he die?” I asked her, the need to know was urging through. Boiling to the top of my thoughts.

She got up looking for her pocketbook. “I think I still have one of his memorial cards. She rummaged through her purse, eventually dopping all the contents onto the floor. “Holy shit are you fuckin’ mary poppins are something.” I was half bent, my knees in my chest as I looked at her array of random things in her purse.

“No… I don’t think I am. I just always have a lot of things on me. I don’t to not have things. My ma always said ‘better to have then not need it then to not have it and need it.” Apparently my face gave away a very distinct look, “Don’t look at me like I’m crazy. I didn’t fall out of my ceiling.” Quickly i quipped back at her, “That’s was hours ago Lilly.” It was as if we had known each other for years, lived together for years. It was odd, odd enough that was thirty-five years in the future. Odd that someone else was now living in my trailer, but just as odd that Lilly wasn’t bothered by my presence. Wasn’t bothered by the way I acted or looked, or quite frankly anything about me.

“Yo you okay over there, you seem to be in another world?” She was flicking my knee, trying to get my attention. She was still sitting on the floor, “here it is.” Simply she handed it up to me. The plastic was soft around the edges giving warmth to the old picture of the man. He was smiling, a cigarette in his hand as whoever tried to take the picture of it was begrundling telling him to put the smoke down.

“Who took the picture? Wayne looks unforgettable anger at them.”

Lilly laughed, and moved quickly, and in a few second she was right back sitting hip to hip with me. Our knees and hips touching as she gazed at the picture. I wondered what the two of them talked about. I doubt Wayne would have talked about me, to much of an opened wound to want to be talking about me with random people.

“Oh yeah that was me. He wouldn’t for hte life of me just put that cigarette down.” She was laughing, you know the sentemntial laughs that make your heart beat a little faster, and your eyes burn from holding back a sad but joyful tear. The silence wasn’t unbearable as she shifted back down to the floor shoving her shit back into the purse. “It’s got the date he died on the other side.” She said simple as she gathered more things into the bag.

I moved the plastic card in my hand. Reading slowly as if the slower I read the more time I had to think that, imagine that he wasn’t gone. That I was wasn’t utterly alone like I was hen I was a kid. Yeas had passed since I had felt this utter stomach wrenching pain.

In loving Memory

Wanyne Munson

1940s

July 24th, 2018

Our Father

Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed by Thy name; thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day bread; and forgive us out trespasses as we forgive those who trepass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.”

It was written so proper, with a passage from the bible. He wasn’t really a faith guy, but regardless I looked down on the small plastic wrapped paper. I went to give it back to Lilly, but she shook her head. “Eddie keep it, I think there’s a few more in the boxes of extra.” Sadness was written over her beautiful features, but she hid them well enough with a curt smile. I wasn’t nearly as okay with the idea that I had missed out on so fuckin’ much. Then in a blink of a second I wonder what happened with Dustin, and the whole upside down.

The kid had an idea. I worried about how they, if they managed to kill that Vecna character. According to Dustin and all other other kids they had managed to get throug this shit three times before each time it got worse though. Harder, people died more and more around the freaky ass town that had only gotten older.

“You can take the couch. You should probably get some rest. Don’t worry Eddie aren’t being a bother at all. Since you fell through my ceiling I think that’s probably the least i can do for you. Maybe we can even try some people that you knew here. I doubt everyone left.” Lilly said as she set her purse down on the small coffee table.

“Nobody ever really leaves this town do they?” It was rhetorical question but she just hummed along. “I’ll get you a pilllow and blanket.” She was quick to gather up materials. Having to run to the back of the trailer. When she came back it was with a few blankets and one pillow on top. “Bathroom is well down the trailer, and yeah here Eddie.” She said awkwardly giving me the stack in her hand.

She walked away, but before she was out of sight. “Thank you. I’m sorry to have fallen through your ceiling.” I said laughing at even my own words. She rolled her eyes, but in a such a cute way if that’s even possible. There was slight blush creeping on her cheeks. “Your uncle always said you were sweet Eddie, and your welcome.” Lilly was one before I could ask anything more or bother her anymore with other questions.

So he had talked about me to her. He had talked to her, someone he had trusted. I wonder what else he had said about me to her. I place the pillow down the couch, and slipped my boots off my feet. Setting them next to the couch, I threw my leather jacket off. And then I covered up with the blanket. It smelt like her, like her car had smelt. Like heaven and paradise mixed into a fucked up version. I stared up at the ceiling. The damn ceiling that had not chnaged noteven after all this time. The same ceiling that Wayne had stared for at years once I had moved in and he gave me the bedroom in the back. The ceiling that had killed Chrissy, the same one that had caused me to run away like hell to the fuckin boat house. I closed my eyes and all i saw was darkness.

Compete and utter darkness.

Completed on: 03/31/23

Posted on: 04/10/23

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kuroosweakness · 3 years

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imagine dad!kuroo comforting his child after they have a nightmare

kuroo would such a caring and supportive dad omg this is the best thing i’ve written in a while :’ <3 pls tell me what you think of dad!kuroo >:)

“oh?” kuroo turns at the sound of the door creaking open. as expected, his five-year-old daughter tilts back and forth with her stuffed brown bear in one hand.

she looks up at him with doe eyes, hoping he’d start the conversation and asks what’s wrong so she can spill it out all to him. kuroo lets out a small laugh and walks over to her. “did you get lonely being in your room all by yourself?”

he extends his arm and she slowly slips her hand into her dad’s.

“no...” she begins. they walk towards the bed, where kuroo lifts her up and places her on the bed. he flips off the light switch and the room goes dark. shadows of tree branches made by moonlight seeps through the curtain.

a gush of wind enters through the window, sending chills down his daughter’s back. she clutches her bear close and pats the mattress for her dad to sit down.

“did’ja miss me too much?” kuroo teases as he runs a hand through his hair and plopping down next to her.

“no...” she scootches close to him and hands him her bear. “teddy got scared because nightmare.”

“hmm” kuroo rubs the bear’s face with his thumb and puts on a thoughtful look. “but...how does that relate to me?”

“he wants to sleep on your bed because you’ll protect us.”

kuroo slowly nods and cups half of his daughter’s face. “are you sure you washed your face after dinner? what’s this piece of rice doing here,” he laughs. she looks at her feet, a little embarrassed. it’s just like the time a kid made fun of her for having sauce around her mouth at kindergarten.

“didn’t know it was there,” she quietly says as she reaches out to grab her bear back for comfort.

“aw it happens to the best of us,” kuroo says while patting a nearby pillow to distract her from the topic. “c’mere, your favorite pillow.”

she crawls toward the pillow and lays her head down, looking up at her dad in hopes that he understands how ‘teddy’ feels.

“back to what teddy was saying,” he starts while sliding across the mattress before laying on his stomach. “what am i supposed to protect you guys from again? i need to be prepared, ya’know?”

“bad guys,” she whispers, as if they can hear her and attack at any moment. she inches close to him and curls against his chest. “teddy had a nightmare and bad guys jumped in my window and had weapons with them.” she looks at him with damp and overly bright eyes.

kuroo’s eyes soften. “no one’s gonna hurt you...and teddy,” he confidently says and slings his arm around her tightly. “why don’t you and teddy sleep next to me so even if the bag guys come, they’ll get me first?”

her eyes widen. “b-but i don’t want them to get you-”

“don’t underestimate your dad,” he chuckles and grabs her clammy hand. “i’ll fight them off before they even step a foot into our room!”

she blinks and nods, deciding that that’s good enough. “daddy? what’s underesmate?”

“hmm...it’s like thinking someone is less capable than they actually are. it wouldn’t be really nice if i thought teddy couldn’t do anything useful, would it?”

she nods. “okay.”

“so....” kuroo sits back up and stretches his mouth into a yawn. “you ready to go to sleep?” she looks around his room and watches the red clock blink 10:45

“mhm! i even brushed my teeth!” she proudly shows him her clean, bright teeth that she even flossed with the flossing tool he bought her. kuroo’s eyes crinkle.

“alright, alright~ i’ve gotta admit you’re a lot better at brushing your teeth than me when i was your age.” he fluffs up the pillows and lifts up the bed covers.

“w-wait! ... i forgot ellie,” she quietly says while pointing to the door. kuroo’s mouth forms a small ‘o.’

he nods toward the door. “go get her and all of your other stuffies”

she runs off and pads across the apartment. it doesn’t take her long to come back with an armful of stuffed animals ranging from elephants to pandas, and of course, teddy.

“oh wow,” kuroo laughs. “you brought the whole crew.”

“want them to be safe too!” she sets the big pile on his bed and he starts organizing them in a row. “if i left one, they’d feel sad.”

“we wouldn’t want that,” kuroo quietly replies. he lifts her onto the mattress and motions toward the bed side against the wall. “i’m gonna sleep on the outer side–wouldn’t want you falling off in the middle of the night.”

she stops organizing her stuffies and frowns. “daddy, you’re underesmating me. i’m not gonna fall off of the bed!”

kuroo shakes his head in amusement and sets her stuffed dolphin aside. “just tryna protect you from bad guys, which includes gravity sometimes.”

~~~

the night concludes with kuroo giving her a goodnight forehead kiss and him waking up three times because teddy got a nightmare twice. the other time was because he mistakened her stuffed turtle for his pillow and to her horror, tim couldn’t breathe.

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highdramas · 3 years

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the billboard said the end is near | b.b.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: language, possible tfatws spoilers, canon typical violence, bucky is soft and loves his doll and will do anything to keep her safe

word count: 2184

summary: bucky is protective over what has given him solace.

note: here's tawlb part 4! you don’t have to read these in order, they stand independently, but they do all work together! PLEASE leave feedback/reblog! this is extremely helpful for me writing future parts to know what everyone likes or doesn’t like!

enjoy! <3

chaos has always controlled your life.

in all of the best ways, and all of the worst ones, too. in the best ways, it has allowed you to not take life too seriously. it has allowed you to let things roll off your shoulders and keep your easy breezy demeanor. you like to think that you don’t allow the little things to affect you-- you also note that it’s because the big things have been so all consuming.

who knew that turning to dust for five years would turn your life into such a shit show?

the five years hadn’t felt like five years to you at all. it felt like one day, you had been laying on your couch watching tv, and then five years later you were appearing in someone else’s apartment. all of your things, gone.

you will never forget their screams as they watched you materialize from nothing.

of course, you can’t blame them. and it wasn’t just this apartment. the screams and the chaos broke through the entire building. people busting from doors, crying and scrambling to use their cell phones, to see if this was really happening.

the couple that had moved into your apartment after you dusted had been kind, all things considered. the woman had held you and you could feel her crying and she kept saying do you have family? do you know their numbers?

finally, you couldn’t help yourself. you had asked, “what happened to me?”

“you’ve been gone for five years, honey.”

these sorts of revelations had ruled your life for the months since you came back.

like when you called your boyfriend only to find out that he was engaged.

like when you found out that you certainly didn’t have a job anymore.

like when you found out that you had no apartment, no savings, no anything. nothing left.

it has been over a year since the blip and you are still feeling the repercussions from it. you are still feeling the hurt of having your life upended, you are still feeling the hurt of missing a life that went on without you. it’s hard not to daydream about what could’ve been. what could’ve stayed the same.

then bucky looks at you, and you’re reminded that not all change is bad.

change is hard but you know that he kisses you and it makes your brain fuzzy, he lays you back on your mattress and he stays with you until the sun rises. change is hard but you introduce him as my boyfriend, james to every new person you meet and you watch as he smiles and pride lingers in his eyes and he carefully places his arm around your shoulders. change is hard but he doesn’t wear the gloves around you anymore.

change is hard, but bucky is better than any of it.

he’s been gone more than normal lately.

of course, you understand. and, really, you think it might be good for him. not the fighting-- while you understand the benefit it has for him, the purpose that it gives him, that’s not the thing that you believe serves him best. no, it is sam. it is sam’s family. it is knowing that there are other people out there in the world who are looking at him the same way that you look at him.

okay, maybe not exactly the same.

bucky had sent you a text from that stupid dinky flip phone that morning, saying that he would be home that night. the implications go unsaid.

you and the winter soldier have formed quite the routine-- he has a key to your apartment on his keyring (it’s a disney princess key. it’s the only spare that you had, and the laughter that erupted from you had made him relent in trying to barter for the cat printed key you have). he’s going to let himself in, probably around ten. you’ll already have the chinese takeout spread out on the table. you’ll spread your arms out and do little jazz hands towards the food and you’ll say, “ta-da.”

and you will watch as the tension in his shoulders starts to ease and he sets his duffel bag down in your entryway and he will cross the room to you. his arms will snake around your waist and his face will be buried into the crook of your neck. he will sigh and you will stroke his hair and you will say, “welcome home, buck.”

but now, it is nine. it is nine and you are curled up on your couch and kitty rests in your lap and you feel yourself growing antsy waiting for bucky to come home. she looks up at you and lets out that little trill as you scratch her head and you smile.

the smiling doesn’t last long.

the building that you and bucky live in is not swanky by any means. it was built in the 40s, with creaky floors and ugly carpeted hallways. the walls are thin and you can hear everything-- really, everything. and the shouting and commotion is certainly not typical.

you move to stand just as the door bursts--or explodes, you’re not sure which is the better word-- open. a scream leaves your lips and you hold onto your cat for dear life, scrambling back into your bedroom and clicking the door behind you. your limbs are shaking and you nearly trip over your dresser and your cat nearly claws your arm off.

you hear bucky before you see him.

“you really think i wasn’t gonna find out about this little stunt?” you’ve never heard his voice like this-- so low, so full of absolute rage. “you’re out of your fucking mind.”

the other person is stammering and though you don’t see the blow that bucky lands on their face, you do hear the aftermath. bucky is talking to someone and you finally set your cat down and you hear bucky on the other side of the door. “doll, it’s me.”

you open the door and look at him with a pounding heart and shaking hands. he looks just as shaken, but more than that-- he’s angry. his fists are clenched at his sides. “buck--” you lay a hand on your chest and you try to gain control of your breathing and you can see that he is doing the same. “what happened?”

bucky hesitates. you watch the gears turning in his head, and it makes your head tilt to the side. “bucky, i’m not kidding-- tell me.”

“we were on our way back and sam got a tip from torres that the flag smashers were--” he cringes even at the thought and he shakes his head. “they were going to try and--”

you watch as he struggles to say it, to really say it, and you touch his face. the touch seems to open him up. his hand takes your wrist and he rubs his thumb along the bone. “they wanted to take you as a hostage.”

a hostage.

bucky opens his mouth to say something else as you blink, trying to wrap your mind around the fact that someone wanted to take you as a hostage, but sam interrupts him. “sharon’s got the guy in cuffs downstairs,” he says in your doorway. when you look, you can see that a mess has been made of your living room-- and not the sort of mess that you create. no, it is a mess of destruction and chaos. “i’m gonna head out. call me if you need anything, i’m staying in town.”

bucky nods and you muster up your best smile to sam and then you look at bucky and you say quietly, “can we go to your apartment?”

he nods and you scoop up kitty and you pad down the hall beside him, still in your loungewear and fuzzy socks. you notice that he constantly keeps a hand on you. whether it’s his fingers tangling with yours or his arm around your shoulders or his palm pressed into the small of your back-- you know exactly what it is that he’s doing, and you lean into every touch, hoping that the contact whispers i’m here, i’m here, i’m here, and you are not losing me.

kitty drops to the floor and, surprisingly, it’s bucky that speaks before you do. “you’re gonna move in here. with me.” he stares at you firmly. “i’m gonna make sure that you’re safe. and the safest place you can be is with me.”

you open your mouth to reply but he continues. “i can’t--” you watch the gears in his head turning, the scenarios turning over and over and over again in his mind. “i can’t lose you.”

“buck…” you move over to him and you place your hands on his face. his eyes are fixed on the wall behind your head, and you watch as guilt overcomes him and you can practically hear him saying if i hadn’t been there in time… “bucky, you’re not going to.”

you feel his hands fist into the material of your t shirt and he holds you even closer. “i’ll move in with you,” you finally whisper against the stubble of his jaw. “and not just for safety. because i want to live with you.”

bucky pulls away and he looks at you with a wobbling lip and you shush him. “i’m okay,” you whisper and you lean your forehead on his. “i’m okay, and i’m here, and i’m staying.”

“okay.”

his hand caresses the back of your head and you touch the place where his heart is. you watch his shoulders rise and fall, you watch his eyes flutter shut and you see some of the tension finally seep out of his pores. he opens his eyes at you and he looks so tired.

“i sleep on the floor,” he blurts it as he pulls away slightly. for a moment, it looks like he regrets it, the way that he winces slightly. “i don’t like… i don’t like sleeping in the bed. it’s too… soft. i always slept in your bed when i stayed over because i didn’t want you to wake up and i wasn’t there.”

“bucky…” you lean into every single place that he touches. “i’ll sleep on the floor with you.”

an incredulous sort of laugh leaves bucky as he stares down at you. he shakes his head a bit. “i don’t want you to do that.”

“i don’t care,” you say with a steely resolve and confident defiance, jutting your chin up at him. “because i’m sleeping next to you. tonight, and every night after. i don’t care where. i’ll never care where.”

bucky’s exhale is shaky and broad arms encircle your waist entirely, drawing you in closer and closer. his face presses into your neck, the exact way that you had imagined him coming home to you hours earlier. you can feel his lips pressing into your skin, can feel the sheer need in it. “i don’t deserve you,” every movement of his lips against your neck is entirely felt, sending sparks through your limbs. “i don’t know what i did to get this lucky.”

“shh,” you rake your fingernails down his scalp and you can feel his fingers gripping you tighter. “if you say that stupid shit again, i’ll kill you. you deserve me.” you tap his chin and he fixes his gaze on you. “and i deserve you. we deserve each other. we deserve to be happy. together. and i’m tired of people thinking otherwise.”

bucky finally cracks a smile. “you’re very stubborn.”

“i thought you liked that about me.”

“i love that about you.” he takes a beat. “among other things.”

you bite down on your lip and finally lean up on your tiptoes. “i promise i’ll be a good roommate.”

“that’s bullshit,” he says and his hands find the curve of your waist once more, traveling to your hips. “i’m going to be cleaning up after you every damn day.”

“yeah, probably.” your hand goes to the back of his head. “it will feel safe. staying here.”

bucky’s nose trails up the side of your face. “good.” he presses his lips to your jaw. “i’m sorry about your apartment. that fucker would’ve been dead if you weren’t there.” he grows more serious again. “i would never let anyone get away with anything like that. i will never let it get that far again, doll. i swear to god.”

“bucky,” you breathe. “i know. it’s okay.” you take his hand and you pull a few blankets off his couch, toss down a few pillows. “let’s go to sleep.”

there’s a twinkle in his eye as he watches you shuffle around his apartment, putting together a makeshift bed on the floor. you fluff the pillows before setting them down and you give him a smile that tells him everything is going to be alright.

even though he says you moving in is about keeping you safe… he sleeps that night on the hardwood, holding you, and he feels safer too.

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drabblecat · 3 years

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Yandere!Heisenberg x F!Reader Part 1

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: Kidnapping, yandere behavior

This is part one and it is fairly tame, but next chapter and the rest (however many that is) will be very NSFW for sure! Just an idea that I had and needed to set the scene first.

(requests open)

Running a rag across the bar, you cleaned the remaining spills of the night. The pub’s radio crackling in the background as you finished your shift. You couldn’t be too picky after moving to the small town, and jobs were hard to find. There of course were openings as maids and other help in the castle nearby, but that thing gave you the creeps. Not to mention living where you work would be a questionable way to create a work/life balance. Hanging up your apron and placing it on the hook you made your way to the door.

“Have a nice night newbie!” The pub owner’s burly voice called to you from the back, finishing up the dishes from the last of the dinner rush. He was a nice man, no wife or kids, but to be honest was a caring enough person to be a father figure. Like hell you’d ever admit that. Besides the town drunks you had yet to meet a truly miserable person here. The people that did cause a scene were often thrown out and you never happened to run into them again. Perhaps in such a small town everyone knows everyone, and reputation has to be maintained.

Checking your watch, it was almost one in the morning. Nothing is open right now, but hopefully you could pick up fresh bread tomorrow morning. You told the baker about always having a hard time shopping and they were nice enough to allow you to ask them to set your order aside. Snow boots padded softly on the snowy stone path, just the light of nearby houses lighting the way. People said it was dangerous to walk around at night alone, but you never came to any harm. You carried a knife hidden in an inner pocket of your coat, but you only even brought that with you being worried about any of the wildlife you might encounter. The reason everyone was so scared to walk alone at night was supposedly to horrible howls they all heard. All things considered that was reasonable. The village was near large patches of wilderness for hunting, and having wolfs, bears, and other creatures is normal. You wouldn’t call any of those animals ‘horrendous beasts’, but drunks at the bar trying to scare you might.

Reaching your door finally you pulled the large metal key out of your pocket. As nice as the old style door looked, the key was a pain in the ass to carry around constantly. Your house wasn’t much, but it fit your needs. First thing you did was place your watch and keys in the bowl by the entryway. It was always easier to follow that habit than to be constantly looking for where you put it. Deciding that a bath was just the right thing for your aching feet, you went to run the bath. After filling the clawfoot tub just enough and topping it all off with a lavender bath bomb, you put your towel on the rack. As you gently lowered yourself down, the warmth of the water melted away your soreness. It was moments like this you loved, nothing to do but let yourself get lost in thought. You worked nights mostly, so there was no need to set an early alarm.

A good amount of time had passed when you heard a small bang coming from the kitchen. Alarmed you got out of the bath, quickly patted yourself off, and wrapped a towel around yourself. You didn’t see anything right away, but after looking closer your watch was now on the floor. Picking it up you looked it over, the glass was fine, but the leather strap had a few scratches near the end. Must have been those damn mice! They have been such a problem lately, it must have been those little thieves for sure. Last week it was your homemade cookies, a few days ago they had completely shredded a thank you card one of the locals had given you. Honestly, if you weren’t on such a tight budget as it was you’d consider getting the biggest cat you can possibly adopt.

A shudder ran down your dripping wet body as a gust of cool night air came through to interrupt your internal rant. Looking to the shutters they were once again open and flapping in the wind. You would blame their inability to latch on the mice too, but you knew it was just your reluctance to call a handy man and actually get it fixed. Realizing you were in nothing but a towel, you made haste to shut them, if the neighbors were going to get to see anything they should at least pay.

“Go off to a quaint village they said. It’ll be a relaxing life, they said…” grumbling you headed towards the bedroom to finally get some sleep. Slipping on a nightgown that went down just to your knees and tucking yourself into bed, you drifted slowly off to sleep. A distant howl barely audible echoed in the night.

You awoke with a start, eyes slamming open as screams filled the air. You got out of bed as quick as you could. Stumbling into the kitchen and slipping on your boots and coat before opening the door to see what the hell was going on. Immediately you were met with the sight of your neighbor’s neck being torn by a horrendous zombie-werewolf type creature that only barely resembled a man. You were told briefly of the place to go should some emergency happen. Without having time to think about it, your feet were already running towards the supposed safe spot. Bodies littered the street as you ran, the baker, the old woman… you stopped in your tracks. Although torn he was still recognizable, it was your boss, the one man who was kind enough to give you a position so you could get your new life started. Judging by his uniform he hadn’t even made it home after closing.

Before even coming to terms with this revelation, your leg was tugged out from under you. Falling onto the stone path you instinctively grabbed the knife stashed in your coat and stabbed the creature directly in its eyes several times. The creature stood, grabbing its face as it became blinded. Taking the opportunity, you booked it out of there. The house was now in your line of sight, the main gates wide open. With a sudden gust the gates slammed shut, a chain like a snake wrapped its way around sealing it shut. Still, you had to try, pulling on the gates with all your might but to no avail. Tears ran down your face as you fell to your knees. Not even the freezing snow on your bare skin could snap you out of this nightmare.

“Too bad, you almost made it! But don’t worry hun, I’ll take care of you now.” A deep voice came from above you. Slowly you tilted your head and were met with one of the town lords you had heard about, Heisenberg. Just as you had registered his face, the chain on the fence shot out and wrapped around your neck. Desperately your hands flew to your neck, helplessly clawing at the metal snake until your vision went blurry and darkness enveloped you.

“Sleep tight sweetheart…”

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Before opening your eyes, the smell of a garage hit your senses. Judging by what feel alone you could tell you were on a bed of some sort. Slowly you opened your eyes. It was a dimly lit bedroom, the bed you were on was more comparable to a cot and the sheets looked stained. Peering at your leg, you saw it was wrapped in bandages exactly where the beast had grabbed you, and a chain that connected your leg to a bed post.

“Well good morning sunshine! Sleep well? Quite the excitement you had last night huh?” the mattress shifted as the man sat down at the foot of the bed.

“Heisenberg?” Your voice was quite and unsure, still shaken from the memories of the night.

“So you have heard of me, great! And I certainly know you, known you for a while now.”

“What the hell…” you sat up quickly in bed and pushed yourself as far back as you could away from the man. Almost immediately the chain moved, pulling you down the bed. He towered over top of you, hand coming down next to your head. Chuckling he used his other hand to caress your cheek, rough thumb brushing across your lower lip.

“Don’t be trying to run like that, I know this is new and all but what’s the alternative? I send you back out there to get eaten alive? Don’t be foolish, I’m here to take care of you after all.” Looking into his glasses you saw your own face in their reflection, you knew that deep down this was only the beginning of the nightmare.

#re8 x reader #karl heisenberg #re8 smut #x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x you #smut

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unbridgeabledistances · 3 years

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soft prompt ideas: comforting each other, cuddling, waking up together/going to sleep, going on a date, idk just being in each other’s company? i’m terrible at being specific but i hope these help!

hi bby<3 thank you so much to u (and everyone else!!!) for sending in prompts, they brought me so much joy and now i have SO many little soft things in the works:’)

yesterday ended up turning into a long day and i didn’t get to finish most of the things i started, but i wrote this while i was freshly showered and in bed and wanted to quickly whip up some bedtime softness to end the day right!! so here is the softest, quickest pre-11x07 bedtime one-shot and ode to the gallagher house, i hope u enjoy<3

Ian turned the creaky handle to shut off the shower, stilling the scalding water that had been beating a steady stream onto his body, soothing his aching muscles and weary bones. Ian was tired—after he and Mickey had gotten back from their various security stops around the outskirts of the city, he’d promised to help Lip track down and deliver parts to the people who’d bought the odds and ends of the stolen bikes, and then he’d somehow ended up in Lip and Tami’s living room that was half-packed into boxes for hours, silently sipping a beer and listening to them tag-team their attempts at persuading Ian to convince Debbie into wanting to sell the house— an effort that was a lost cause, and they all knew it.

It was kind of funny— they’d all gotten so close to losing the house so many times before, from being pulled out by DCFS officers to being kicked to the curb by fucking Patrick, to feeling desperate ripples of fear as they watched the house be put up for auction for a bunch of Northsiders and boujee fucking families who picked through the bare skeleton of the rooms as they pleased— so it was funny that after all of that, after their front door being plastered with more bright orange eviction notices than they could count, that the eventual thing driving them out of the house in the end would be a Gallagher himself, just because Lip wanted some extra cash. Ian got it— they were older now, and Lip had a kid to worry about— but he couldn’t help but feel a soft pang in his gut, something muted and dull but still there, every time Lip nonchalantly mentioned “fixing the house up” and “making gentrification our friend” and “getting on with our lives”—even though he and Mickey had readily agreed, at the family meeting that Mickey now had a right to be a part of, that it made the most sense to sell the house and for the two of them to find a place of their own.

And honestly, that prospect was a little terrifying; it sounded silly, but this crumbling house, with its paint stripping away and its roof nearly caving in, had pretty much been the only constant in Ian’s life for as long as he could remember. He had memories, ones that were soft around the edges, of him and Lip and Fiona sleeping curled in the backseats of cars and, on a few of the worst nights, on playgrounds or stoops or streetcorners when Frank and Monica were too far gone— and then inevitably one day, one sunny afternoon, they would come home to this sturdy gray house, and even then Ian understood that this was a place he could always return to. He didn’t really know what a world without the Gallagher house looked like; he always found his feet leading him back to these four walls, even those months when he was living with Mickey and he’d walk the silent moonlit city blocks back home to splash in the pool with everyone on those muggy, late summer nights. Thinking about the comforting sag of the Gallagher house was one of the few things that kept Ian going in the colorless cinderblock walls of his prison cell; the concave mattress of his single bed at home wasn’t much better than the inch-think foam pad he scrunched onto each night in his cell, but it was still familiar, it was still home, it had still held him through all of these years.

Lip wanting to sell the house was just another bitter reminder, along with the changing storefronts of the Southside neighborhood stores, the people walking by with baby strollers and shopping bags of organic groceries, the notches on the closet door that showed how much Franny had already grown, and the tinny sound of Fiona’s voice wafting through a Facetime call, a voice too small and too quiet to fill the absence she’d left behind—that things were always changing, that life wasn’t going to stop for any of them.

Ian clambered out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, scrubbing his face with his hands to try to clear his head. The hallway outside the bathroom was still, the only sound the soft hissing of the radiator—when the fuck did this house get so quiet? There was no boisterous laughter wafting up from downstairs, no clanging in the kitchen, no WWE blasting from the TV at full volume; Lip and Tami had moved out, Liam was grown up and preferred steady conversation to the classic Gallagher screeching, and Carl was either off at the station for the night or doing god-knows-what in the basement— when did silence start to sink into these walls, without anyone really noticing? Even Frank was getting quieter, somehow, giving more blank stares than quick replies when they talked back and forth in the kitchen.

Ian stepped out of the bathroom and crept down the hallway, walking carefully in case Franny was sleeping; there was a comfort in the melody of the creaking floorboards, reminding him of all the nights when he’d lay awake staring at the ceiling, sometimes gripped by the swirling black thoughts he thought he’d never be able to shake off, and he would hear Fiona tiptoeing around in the hallway, checking in on everyone while she tried not to wake them. Ian gripped the handle of the flimsy accordion bedroom door and slid it open as quietly as he could muster, ready to crawl into bed and hopefully snap out of all this wallowing.

And… oh.

The lamp on the bedside table was still on, shining a soft glow into the cramped room— but Mickey was curled up and fast asleep on Ian’s side of the bed, his mouth half-open and his head tucked to his chin, his hair slightly mussed and ruffled by on the pillow he was gripping onto. Ian smirked—he knew it was getting late, and Mickey might be asleep when he got home—but there was something so soft and innocent about the way Mickey was laying, like he was breathing in the scent of Ian’s pillow, that made him stop for a moment before mindlessly crawling into bed next to him. Ian let himself linger in the doorway for a moment, just listening to the steady waves of Mickey’s breathing, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and the innocence in his sleeping face that was so bare and open that it almost hurt to look at.

Instantly, Ian felt something bloom in his chest from the pit of uncertainty that had been planted there. The Gallagher house had always been his home—but he realized in a sweeping moment that his best days here, ones where he felt solid and settled and himself rather than someone he was pretending to be, were the days when Mickey was nearby, the days when Mickey was just down the road.

Mickey made up the only other home he’d had, the only other place he’d felt this safe; they’d built a cocoon around themselves in the equally-as-shitty Milkovich house, smoking and laughing and whispering into each other’s skin in the darkness. Even as Ian’s grip on reality felt like it was slipping through his fingers, Mickey’s warm body next to his kept him rooted, in the same ways Mickey’s thrumming presence beside him kept him safe in all the blaring uncertainty of federal prison and imposing cell walls and the press of too many strange bodies in orange jumpsuits. Ian had always felt safe in the Gallagher house—but so much of that, since he was a scrawny fifteen year old, was because of the nights he spent awake in bed thinking up pipe dreams of a future with the loudmouthed kid he worked with at the convenience store, or when he could crawl into bed after a late night EMT shift and feel the solid, grounding weight in his chest as he remembered his road trip with Mickey to the border, and thought about Mickey having some kind of a better life in Mexico. So much of that feeling of home, especially through all of the epic highs and colossal lows, was just knowing that someone out there, by some miracle, loved Ian as deeply as Mickey Milkovich could— knowing he had a doorstep to run to when his own house was infiltrated by Monica and some stranger threatening to take Liam, or a bed to crash in for months when everything else in his life felt like shifting, unstable ground. So much of home was right here, and it always had been.

Ian quietly slid shut the squeaky folds of the door, discarding his towel and throwing a threadbare t-shirt over his head—and then he gingerly stretched out onto the opposite side of the bed beside a sleep-soft Mickey, his body radiating heat and the ends of his hair still damp from his own shower, smelling of the fresh scent of cheap shampoo and very slightly of toothpaste, mingling with the earthy smell of cigarette smoke and the other scent that Ian could only just describe as Mickey. Ian let himself lay there for a moment, listening to Mickey breathing— just breathing.

He reached over Mickey’s torso and shut off the bedside lamp, enveloping the room in a heavy cloak of darkness—but this time the silence didn’t seem so bad with Mickey’s steady breaths punctuating the quiet. He slid a hand over Mickey’s waist, resting his chin on the crook of Mickey’s shoulder and breathing in deep—he could feel Mickey’s heartbeat vibrating into his own chest, feeling the rise and fall of his ribcage as he held him close. Ian felt all the latent tension, the lungful of air he didn’t even know he had been holding, drain out of him—and it started to make him feel weirdly light and giddy to imagine sometime in the near future when he and Mickey would actually have a place of their own, a place where they could ride out the silence together just like this— a place with clutter and creaking floorboards and slanted moonlight of their own.

If the Gallaghers were “getting on with their lives,” like Lip had said—then this right here was the only thing that Ian was moving towards, just like he always had been.

#lol this was very contemplative and not very narrative heavy #but i hope u enjoyed??#i wrote 90% of this in my phone notes lol #also the fiona hall of shame got me feeling weirdly emotional about how much ian must miss fiona!!!!#anyways ty so much for the prompt<333 #gallavich #gallavich fanfiction #gallavich fic #ian and mickey #shameless #shameless fic #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich

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dc41896 · 3 years

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There You Are

Something I thought of inspired by the song “There You Are” by Zayn. Hope you guys like it☺️!

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: Bit of angst, drunk reader, fluff mixed in

Need you when I'm broken, when I'm fixed

Need you when I'm well, when I'm sick

Friends that I rely on don't come through

They run like the river, but not you

The erratic knocking at his hotel room door makes Chris turn on the bedside lamp as he sits up annoyed and confused. Picking up his phone, the time read 2:17 am making him mentally groan as the knocking continued.

“Hold on!,” he called out as he slipped on his sweatpants draped over the lounge chair in the corner and pulled his hooded jacket over his arms before lazily zipping it up. Coming closer to the door, he slightly pauses now hearing humming mixed with faint giggles only making him more confused and eyebrows knit together.

Although warped due to the view from peephole, he could see you clad in your satin like, short, black dress leaning against the door swaying to the song coming from your smiling lips. You ran into each other earlier at a wrap party neither of you knew the other would be attending, and briefly talked before going your separate ways for the night agreeing to try to meet later to catch up on lost time.

So why you were here at his hotel room, he had no idea.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?,” he asked once opening the door to see you visibly drunk, heels in your hand, as you continued to sing to yourself and dance as if he wasn’t there.

“I jus keep em satisfied on the weekend,” you giggled leaning forward until your head was nearly at your knees. If it wasn’t for Chris reaching out to hold you up by your waist, your body would’ve eventually touched the floor as well. Head tilted, you dreamily take in those familiar features that always made you weak. His soft beard covering that sharp jawline, barely noticeable freckles speckled near his adorable nose. And the cherry on top, his bright blue eyes shielded by those infuriating long lashes that you, and probably every woman in the world, were envious of.

“Hi,” you whisper being met with his small smile.

“Let’s get you inside.”

His arm moves to wrap around your waist holding on a bit tighter noticing your unsteady footsteps. Really they shouldn’t even count as footsteps since you barely moved your feet, instead letting them slide along the carpet as he took a couple steps back.

“You feel sick?,” he asked closing the door behind him with his foot before padding across the cool floor with your chests firmly pressed against each other’s. Shaking your head no as he carefully sits you on the edge of the disheveled bed, you instantly fall back laughing with your arms stretched out bringing them up and down trying to make snow angels.

“Comfy.”

“Glad you feel at home,” he chuckles to himself removing your phone from your purse. Luckily he knew your passcode would be your birthday from being friends for so long. “I’m gonna call your boyfriend to pick you up okay?”

“We broke up,” you sigh, stopping your arms movements.

“Oh...I-I’m sorry.”

“Yep. Last year.”

“Wait you broke up last year?,” he repeats stepping closer to the bed leaving your phone on the dresser next to your purse. “But earlier you said-,”

“I lie.”

“So,” he starts as he sits next to you. “You’re out here on your own and came here all by yourself?”

He couldn’t help but think of everything that could’ve gone wrong during your journey making him want to hold you close being glad that you were, for the most part, okay.

“Mhmm,” you nod looking up at him with innocent, doe like brown eyes as if you saw nothing wrong with what you did. Fingers raking through his messy hair, he quietly sighs sympathetically peering down at you.

“It’s good you made it here safely, but promise me you won’t do that again.”

Whispers in the background, behind closed doors

I got myself in a mess and without you I'm in more

Oh, I'm a little drunk now, that's why I went to war

Oh, yeah, you are my sober when I'm on the floor

“...I’m a terrible person,” you slur, back still pressed against the mattress.

“No you’re not. That’s just the shots talking,” he replies returning beside you with a bottle of water from the minibar. “Here, so you’ll start to feel better.”

“But I am,” you insist holding onto his arm as you sit up. “I hurt people.”

He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips and the amused look that spread across his face. You were one of the nicest people he’d ever met, so to hear you, or anyone for that matter, call you terrible, or anything bad, only made him want to laugh since clearly it had to be a joke.

“Who did you hurt then?”

“You.”

There was an awkward silence as his eyes slowly shifted from you to the plastic bottle in his hands. He wouldn’t say you hurt him those few years ago, but he was definitely left with unanswered questions. Your friendship seemed to slowly be turning into something more as texts became more frequent and calls became longer, lasting into the early hours of the morning. You even started visiting his place more after being prompted with his many invites, and persuaded by pictures of the beautiful scenery that surrounded him.

“Ugh so jealous😩! Rather be there than stuck with this meeting” you’d reply to his small video clip of the sun shining down on the terrain in front of him and Dodger during their hike.

“Come by after and we can go again😋”

“Hmm...maybe I will☺️. Don’t tempt me with a good time lol”

“😂 wasn’t trying to purposely tempt you, buttt not gonna lie and tell you not to take the bait😉”

One day though, the mood between the both of you shifted as he felt you become more distant. Chris thought that maybe it was something he’d said or done and tried to talk with you about it, but you kept avoiding it.

So much so, that you eventually left without a warning not telling him until he tried to come see you.

“Don’t worry about that, get some rest.”

“You’re so amazing, and kind, and-and beautiful! I was scared, and always I run,” you sniff hanging your head. “You d-deserved better, I’m terribully.”

Palms finding your cheeks, he gently tilts your head so you’ll meet his soft eyes while his thumbs wipe away the couple tears that just started to fall.

“Hey, you’re not terribully okay? Yea we have some things to talk about, but we can do that later. Your mind doesn’t need the stress right now.”

His calm voice and sweet words only make you feel worse as a few more tears fall to meet his hands.

“And you’re patient. There for me,” you add playing with the zipper on his jacket. “I mess up.” Noticing your slight shivers, he moves to his open suitcase getting one of his sweatshirts.

“Think you can put this on by yourself?,” he asks to which you nod yes. “Go ahead and change. I’ll be right outside the door if you need me.”

Only you know me the way you know me

Only you forgive me when I'm sorry

“Y/N? You okay?,” he asks a few moments after no longer hearing you shuffle and stumble about. Peeking in, he softly chuckles shaking his head at the sight of you sleeping across the bed in his sweatshirt. He gently lifts your head placing one of the many hotel pillows under it before pulling the comforter over your bare legs.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble sinking your face further into the side of the oversized hood pulled over your head.

“Shh, get some rest.”

Taking one final look at your still body to make sure you were okay, he moves towards the couch with head cycling through all those feelings he thought were buried deep enough he’d eventually forget. Who was he kidding though? Even after everything that happened between you two he knew those feelings would always be there.

And seeing you tonight practically glowing; looking every bit as angelic as he remembered only confirmed it.

———

Eyes slowly opening to the dimly lit room, your instincts to quickly sit up and take in your new, unfamiliar surroundings are halted by the pounding in your head. All those shots definitely weren’t as enjoyable now as they were going down.

You let your head roam to the best of your ability eventually falling on the navy blue hoodie keeping you warm, bringing back last nights events along with embarrassment and shame as you groan.

“Okay new rule, no more drinking when you’re out since apparently you get diarrhea of the mouth and spill all your emotions when no one asked.”

“So I guess that’s a no to bar hopping tonight then?,” you hear making you sit up with a wince and a few ow’s. Standing in his seemingly shmedium black tee over dark jeans and sneakers, his Boston ball cap shades his face but not enough that you can’t see his dazzling smile.

“H-hey.”

“Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Pretty good, besides my head feeling like I’m gonna have a brain blast in the worst way that is,” you answer making him chuckle as he moves closer to the bed.

“Yea I kinda figured, which is why I got breakfast for you.” Setting down the plastic bags in his hands, he pulls out takeout containers still steaming from the top causing you to mentally aw at his sweet gesture. “Hope you’re okay with waffles, eggs, and bacon. I wasn’t really sure what your go to was.”

“I’d honestly take anything right now,” you softly laugh carefully removing the lid to your waiting food. “Thanks Chris. Not just for the food, but for last night too.”

“Anytime.”

Even when I messed it up

There you are

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suituuup · 3 years

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A Merry Crazy Christmas

for @raincloudtoyoursunshine. Merry Pitchmas!

shoutout to @scylla-ramshorn for the idea :)

“Bedtime, guys!”

“Noooooo,” Logan whines, dramatically face planting on the floor of the playroom. “I wanna stay up ‘til Chwistmas!”

Beca rolls her eyes, having expected as much. “Come on Finn, go brush your teeth.”

Her son nods without objection, shuffling past his mom to head to the bathroom.

“Logan Jade,” Beca tries the stern voice and full name, even though she’s not really the authoritarian mom; Chloe is, and their youngest knows that perfectly well, and she likes to take advantage of it every time. “I’ve got Santa’s phone number, remember? He won’t be happy to hear you’re not listening to me.”

Beca’s lost count of how many times she’s threatened to text Santa over the last few weeks. It proved pretty efficient to counter toddler tantrums.

Logan grumbles in a very Beca way (it’s sort of scary sometimes, how much she acts like her) but pushes to her feet, dramatically dragging them on her way to the bathroom.

Beca waddles after them, one hand supporting her lower back while the other rubs her large belly.

She’s three days away from her due date, and she’s miserable. Everything aches, her feet and ankles are swollen, and she needs to pee every five minutes.

Once both kids have washed up, she reads them a bedtime story of Logan’s choice before tucking them in.

“M’gonna stay awake,” Logan mumbles as Beca tucks the covers around her, even though her lids are steadily drooping.

Beca smirks knowingly. “Sure you are.” She bends down to kiss the tip of her nose. “Goodnight, baby.”

She heads to the master next, closing the door behind her. “Kinda wish we could use the Santa card all year long,” she says as she leans against the surface for a moment.

Chloe chuckles from her spot on the floor, surrounded by a dozen unwrapped presents. “Let me guess, Logan?”

Beca hums and lowers herself on the bed, eyeing the already wrapped pile. “Our kids are spoiled.”

Chloe grimaces as she looks around as well. “Yeah, we might have gone overboard.” She glances at Beca. “How you feeling?”

A groan flits through Beca’s lips. “So done with this pregnancy. That baby better be cute.”

Chloe laughs, pushing to her feet and making her way over. Christmas is only the day after tomorrow, so present-wrapping thankfully doesn’t have to be finished tonight. She sits down next to her wife, kissing her covered shoulder as her head comes to rest over her belly. “A few more days at most.”

“I know,” Beca sighs, covering Chloe’s hand with her own. “Strong chances this baby is a Logan 2.0, you know that, right?”

Chloe’s pregnancy with Finn was difficult, and the doctor advised against her carrying again, so when they decided to have a third baby, it was a no brainer that Beca would be the one to get pregnant.

Chloe simply smiles. “I love that she’s so much like you. I know she’s going to grow up to be a determined, badass and loyal human being like her mama.”

Beca rolls her eyes at her wife’s cheesiness. “The teenage years coming before that might be the death of us.” She groans again, tilting her head back. “And I need to pee. Again.”

Chloe pushes to her feet and gives her a boost up. “Call me if you need help up the toilet seat.”

Beca’s response is a huff as she slowly waddles to the bathroom. She thankfully manages to do everything on her own, and slides into bed when she makes it back, falling asleep to Chloe wrapping more presents.

The creaking of the bedroom door as it’s pushed open the next morning draws her out of her slumber. She cracks one eye open to see her two kids tip-toeing inside, hair disheveled from sleep.

“No baby yet,” their youngest, Logan, whispers to her older brother Finn. “Maybe he’s waiting ‘til Chwistmas morning!”

“Maybe,” Finn whispers back. “I don’t think the baby knows when Christmas morning is, though.”

“I tell,” Logan states decidedly, walking over.

Beca’s lying on her side with a pillow wedged between her thighs and another behind her back, the only position she’s able to fall asleep in. Chloe’s somewhere behind her, but cuddling has been off limits for the past month as Beca gets as hot as a freaking furnace during the night.

While Finn climbs onto the mattress, Logan comes to stop in front of Beca.

“Whatcha doing, Munchkin?” Beca mumbles sleepily as Logan presses her ear to her large bump.

“I listen to the baby,” she murmurs, eyebrows stitched together in focus. “Why’s it late, Mama?”

“I guess they like where he is now. Warm and comfortable. You two were late, too.”

“But the baby can’t miss Christmas,” Logan points out with a heavy frown.

Beca chuckles, reaching out to smooth her hand over her hair. “There’s always next Christmas.”

“Where’s Mommy?” Finn asks after a beat.

Because of the mountain of pillows, Beca didn’t notice her wife wasn’t in bed anymore.

“Probably downstairs making breakfast,” she answers. “Wanna go see if she needs help?”

Both kids nod and Logan follows her brother out and down the stairs while Beca spends a few seconds struggling to sit up.

“Mama!” Finn’s shout makes her freeze on her way to the bathroom. He appears in the doorway a handful of seconds later, worry flashing in his features. “Mommy fell!”

Beca blinks. “What do you mean she fell? Where’s she??”

“Outside, she says she can’t get up!”

“What?” Ignoring her bladder about to burst, Beca makes her way downstairs as quickly as possible given her state and follows Finn to the open front door. She gasps upon finding Chloe sprawled out on her back in the snow covered driveway, a shovel laying next to her. “Baby, what happened??”

Chloe groans. “Don’t come out here, it’s slippery.” She huffs. “I think I threw my back out.”

“Oh no.” Beca grimaces, eyeing the state of the driveway and debating whether it’s safe for her to go help Chloe. With the giant watermelon weighing her down, she’s got more chance of face planting than successfully dragging Chloe up. “Hold on tight, babe, I’ll call one of the neighbors.”

“It’s okay, Mommy!” Logan calls out sweetly before Beca ushers them inside so they don’t catch a cold as they’re only wearing their pajamas and it’s freaking freezing.

She grabs her phone and makes a few calls, eventually managing to get a hold of their across the street neighbor, a dude about their age. He comes over right away and helps Chloe up, supporting her weight as they walk inside the house and towards the couch.

“Thanks, Brad,” Chloe mutters with a wince as she sits down.

“No problem. I’ll shovel the rest of the driveway for ya.”

“I cuddle you better, Mommy,” Logan says, climbing on the couch and snuggling into Chloe’s side while Beca heats up a pad in the kitchen.

“Mm, thanks baby.”

“Here,” Beca says when she comes back, handing her the pad.

“I wanted the driveway to be cleared in case we needed to go to the hospital,” Chloe mumbles, grimacing as she shifts to set the pad on her lower back. “Shit, I’m old.”

Logan gasps. “Bad word, Mommy.”

“Mm I know, I’m sorry Pumpkin. I’ll put a dollar in the jar later.” She glances up at Beca, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. “I should call Jenny to let her know we might need her to drive you if the baby comes today.”

Jenny’s Chloe’s closest colleague and friend in town. The Bellas are all scattered around the country, the closest being Aubrey in Boston.

“She’s probably swamped with Christmas Eve dinner with her parents coming over and all,” Beca points out. “Besides, I really don’t think the baby’s coming today.”

Chloe seems to internally debate Beca’s objection for a moment. “Fine. But I’m calling her the minute you have a contraction.”

“Alright,” Beca concedes. “You’ll probably be more comfortable in bed. Think you can climb up the stairs?”

Chloe nods. “Yeah, let’s give it a try.”

Once upstairs, she helps Chloe out of her down jacket and props pillows under her back to ease the pain. “I’ll be back with some pain meds, alright?”

“Is mommy okay?” Finn asks when she makes it back downstairs, blue eyes full of empathy.

“She’ll be fine, sweetheart,” Beca assures him gently, running her fingers through his red curls. “Just needs to rest up for a bit.”

She entertains the kids on her own for a while, whipping up a simple lunch. Logan thankfully doesn’t fight her to go down for a nap, and Finn seems content hanging out downstairs to watch a Disney movie while Beca goes to lie down for a bit.

Her lie-down ends up being a two-hour nap, and she wakes up in a flash to the sound of the fire alarm. Chloe is still out cold from the pain medicine and Beca shuffles out of the room and heads downstairs as quickly as she can.

“Finn?!” She calls out, following the burning smell to the kitchen.

The seven-year-old is standing in the middle of the room, frozen as smoke seeps out of the oven.

“Baby, step back,” Beca instructs, yanking him away from the oven. She opens it, relieved to find no actual flames, and opens the window above the sink to let some clear air in. Grabbing the oven mitts from the drawer, she takes out what looks like a cake and sets the baking pan out on the window ledge. She focuses on her son next, crouching to his level as her eyes sweep over his body for any signs of injury. “Are you hurt, Finn?”

He shakes his head, tears silently streaming down his cheeks. “I-I wanted to help and-and make Ch-Christmas d-dinner,” he stammers. “I’m sorry.”

Beca’s expression softens. “Oh, baby…” She pulls him into a tight hug. “I’m just relieved you’re alright.”

“Bec?” Chloe appears around the corner, one hand braced over her lower back. “What happened?”

“Our little guy wanted to make dinner to help out but things didn’t go as planned.”

Finn sniffles, glancing at Chloe. “I made a cake and put it in the oven but then I went back to watch TV and I forgot about it until the alarm. But it was too late.” More tears leak out of his eyes as his features crumble. “Santa is not gonna come anymore. I ruined Christmas.”

Beca shakes her head. “You didn’t ruin Christmas, honey. You wanted to help us, which is really sweet, but it’s not safe to use the oven on your own. So next time you should ask one of us, alright?”

Finn nods. “Okay, I promise.”

“And Santa is absolutely still coming,” Chloe adds with a beaming grin. “Because you’re kind, and devoted, and the best big brother there is.”

“What’s devoted?” He asks in a small voice.

“It means that you love your family and friends and will do many things to make them happy, like trying to make Christmas dinner.” Beca smiles. “But we can still make that happen. Wanna help mama make grilled cheese? That’s an acceptable dinner, right?”

Finn’s head bobs up and down; grilled cheese happens to be his and Logan’s favorite.

When Logan wakes up, the three of them spend an hour decorating the table and making dinner while singing Christmas tunes. They watch a movie Finn and Logan picked out, and the kids set a plate of cookies and a glass of milk next to the Christmas tree for Santa.

“Oh man, what a day,” Beca mutters with a sigh as she crawls into bed after making a few trips downstairs to arrange the presents around the Christmas tree. “How are you feeling?”

“A bit better,” Chloe says from her spot next to her. “This Christmas will definitely be one we’ll remember. I threw my back out, our son almost set the house on fire and--”

Beca gasps. “My water just broke.”

An almost comical length of silence follows as Chloe and Beca stare at each other with wide eyes.

“Or I peed my pants, but I just used the toilet.”

“You’re kidding,” Chloe whispers.

Beca throws her wife a glare. “Fuck. Can you drive?”

“I’ll manage.”

It’s a good thing they already set up the car seat and that it hasn’t snowed anymore during the day, so their driveway is clear.

“Whassgoin’ on?” She hears Logan mumble when Chloe crosses the hall to wake the children up. Beca’s water broke two hours ago, and her contractions are close enough that they need to head to the hospital.

“The baby is coming,” Chloe says gently. “So you guys are going to go to Ms. Jenny’s for the rest of the night while mommy takes mama to the hospital.”

While Beca’s labor with Logan lasted over twenty-two hours, this baby is in much more of a haste to meet the world.

Riley Josephine Mitchell is born at 6:13 am on Christmas morning. Beca’s chest feels fit to burst with love as their tiny screaming baby is laid on her chest, her cries quieting down as soon as she feels Beca’s warm skin.

“It’s okay, baby girl,” she murmurs, brushing soft kisses to her forehead. Her eyes find Chloe’s equally teary ones. “Merry Christmas, love.”

Chloe beams, resting her forehead against the side of Beca’s head. “Merry Christmas.”

Yeah… definitely one they will remember.

#bechloe #merry pitchmas 2020 #pitchamas gift exchange #bechloe fic

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vs-redemption · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request Dabi with a reader who has an overactive imagination/takes things very literally? Like he could say something sarcastic and reader is just like ???? Okay (sorry if I don't make sense hhh)

For some reason, inspiration for this request struck randomly and I have no idea if it turned out the way you thought it would. I hope you like it anyway anon. It was fun to write!

Sarcasm (Dabi x GN!Reader)

The rain outside was coming down in sheets, only made worse by the intense winds created by the typhoon that had finally made landfall. You let out a sigh and walk over to the door to turn the lock and flip the sign from ‘open’ to ‘closed.’ Owning your own bakery had a lot of perks. You controlled when you opened and when you closed, and since there hadn’t been a customer in hours, you decided to take advantage of that. Another thing you loved about your bakery was that you had creative liberty over what goods you made from day to day. If you didn’t feel like making a whole tray of raspberry coconut squares one day, nobody was going to force you to.

Just as you finish pulling down and locking the shutter over the entrance, you hear a series of loud knocks on the metal door that opened up into the alley behind your shop. You hurry back behind the counter and make your way into the kitchen to open the door. The face that greeted you reminded you that your absolute favorite part of owning your own shop was having a safe place to meet and spend time with your villain boyfriend.

“Dabi!” You frown as he steps inside, drenched head to toe and dripping water all over the tiled floor.

“Hey babe, lovely weather we’re having, don’t you think?” he accepts the towel you hand him and starts to dry off, not realizing that his comment had left you a bit dumbfounded.

“But… it’s storming out…” you furrow your eyebrows and tilt your head in confusion. Dabi sighs and shakes his head while shrugging out of his wet boots and jacket.

“That was sarcasm, doll.” His blue eyes flick up to meet yours, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Why do you always take things so literally?”

“Oh,” you shrug, “I don’t know.” You gather up his wet clothes and beckon him to follow you upstairs to the small attic that you’d converted into a decently cozy living space. There were extra clothes up there for both of you so that you’d have something clean on days when you didn’t feel like catching the last train to your apartment, or for times like this when Dabi showed up unannounced.

“Is everything all right?” You ask him, a hint of concern in your voice. “I can’t believe you came here in this typhoon.”

“Had to make sure you were all right, didn’t I?” He asks with a quirked eyebrow, digging out a clean shirt and pants from the tiny dresser in the corner. Once he’s properly dressed, he lays down on the futon you’d gotten secondhand from one of your regular customers. “Could this thing get any harder?”

You frown at the question while climbing in next to him and laying your head on his chest. “I don’t know,” You respond, oblivious to the sarcasm once again. “I was actually thinking about getting one of those padded mattress toppers to make it softer…”

Dabi lets out a soft chuckle and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, “I was just kidding. I think getting a better mattress is a great idea. I can try to scrounge up some cash…”

“No, you don’t have to worry about it. I can get it,” You assure him while closing your eyes, feeling glad just to have him close. A few moments of silence pass by when suddenly the sound of yelling could be heard over the howling of the wind outside. You quickly get back up and go over to the tiny window that overlooked the street in front of your shop. “Dabi, there’s a group of heroes out there.”

“Gross,” was the simple reply.

“Babe!” You look over your shoulder, a wild idea suddenly forming in your head. “What if this isn’t a regular typhoon?”

“What do you mean?” your boyfriend humors you, even though he knew how your imagination often came up with exaggerated scenarios.

“What if there’s a super villain out there and they can create massive storms like this? What if it could wipe out the entire city?” You grimace at the scene blooming to life in your head. “What if that’s why the heroes are out there?”

“Hmm, I don’t know love,” Dabi smiles lazily at you, his head now propped up on his hand. “That sounds pretty serious. Do you want me to go out there and ask them for you?” You just stare at him in shock for a few seconds.

“You can’t go out there! They’ll arrest you on the spot!” Dabi just holds your gaze for a moment before you let out a sigh, “You weren’t being serious, were you?”

“Nope,” he shakes his head before flopping back on the bed. “They’re probably just out there looking for idiots who don’t have enough sense not to walk around outside in a storm.”

“Idiots like you?” You fire back while sliding back onto the futon to resume your cuddling.

“Ouch,” He frowns. “Is that how you treat someone who risks their life to come keep you company?”

“I’m not falling for that one,” you tell him with a satisfied smile, wrapping your arm around his waist and nuzzling into the warmth of his side. “I am glad you’re here though. I wasn’t looking forward to waiting out the storm by myself.”

“Well, it’s a win for both of us then,” he says before letting out a yawn. “You get to spend time with me, and I get to avoid looking at Shigaraki’s face for a few hours.”

“Yeah!” you agree until his words sink in, “Hey! Wait a minute!” A deep laugh rumbles up from his chest.

“You know I’m just joking with you,” he says reassuringly. “I’m always happy when I get to spend time with you.”

“You better be,” you pout. “Big meanie.”

“Hey, you knew I was a big meanie when you met me,” He reminds you.

“True,” you concede, suddenly feeling tired and letting out a yawn of your own. “But I didn’t know your sarcasm was going to be so annoying.”

“Sarcasm?” Dabi asks, feigning ignorance, “Me? When?”

“Stop,” you click your tongue at him but he could tell your heart wasn’t in it by the smile you were trying to hold back.

“All right,” He promises before letting out a sigh and pulling you closer. The sound of the wind and rain outside filled the silence, and thankfully the heroes seemed to have moved on or gotten caught up in the storm themselves. Even on nasty days like this, you were thankful to have your shop where you could remain safe and sound with Dabi. He stumped your brain more often than not, but even with your wild imagination, you couldn’t picture your life any other way.

#Dabi x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #dabi #bnha #mha #cindy's writing

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kimistorm · 3 years

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District 9 (Stray Kids x Reader)

Fly Away my Love: Chapter 3

Fandom: Stray Kids

Pairing: OT8 x GN!reader (Please let me know if I accidentally slip up!)

Warnings: violence

Masterlist

“(s/n)? (s/n)!”

You felt someone shake your shoulder and you slapped them off, screaming, “I didn’t kill her!”

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“We’re doing it tonight.” You looked up at Ina who had taken a seat across from you with a tray of food in her hands.

Your eyes widened in surprise and you nearly choked on the viscous gray soup, “already?” you asked as you stared at her in shock, “isn’t it a bit early?”

She didn’t look at you but instead poked at the poor excuse for food that was on her plate, “something’s happening.”

“What is it?” you demanded as you half stood up to try and get closer to her.

Her dark eyes flicked to the side to look at the closest guard, “not so loud.” You felt guilt ricochet through your body and you sat back down, hoping that nobody saw your little outburst. “Trust me on this.”

She finally met eyes with you and you felt your gaze soften as you looked at the brown haired girl in front of you, the white streaks making her look older than she actually was, “I’ll always trust you. I promise.”

She flinched and looked away from you, “don’t say that.”

You couldn’t help but frown at her, she helped you through so much, why was she so against your trust? You genuinely had undying trust in her, she was able to get you out of hairy situations before, and you probably wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for her, so why wouldn’t she let you try and repay it? “But it’s true,” you protested, “I would die for you.”

She screwed her eyes shut, “please don’t say that.” Her voice sounded so pained and it hurt you as well. Who hurt her before so she was like this? “You don’t know what’s going to happen tonight.”

“But neither do you.” You couldn’t help the retort and your sharp glare, it was frustrating how she was still pushing you away, even after everything you’ve gone through together. She was always so independent and you wished you could help take off some of her stress.

She shook her head harshly, as if to clear some thoughts from her head, “if you’re going to promise me something, promise me this.” She looked up to meet your eyes and you could’ve sworn there were silver swirls in the pools of chocolatey brown, “that you will get out of here tonight by any means necessary.”

You paused at her sudden change in atmosphere, and felt yourself cool down. You nodded, you would fight hard to get both of you out tonight, even if that meant punching some people down (not that you’d regret it, they deserved it), “I promise.”

She let out a breath and closed her eyes, when she opened them up again, she gave you a soft smile, “thank you.”

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You nervously fiddled with the keycard Ina had slipped into your hand earlier. You were laying on the lumpy mattress with a thin white sheet over you as a blanket, pretending to be asleep. You heard footsteps from one of the guards who was doing his rounds, and you stilled your fidgeting. You took deep, long breaths to further convince them that you were asleep. It worried you how the footsteps kept on starting and stopping, almost as if the guard was taking a moment to stare into the rooms. You tried to calm the shiver that ran down your spine. You had to be still.

You could hear the footsteps coming closer and closer, and an icy feeling of fear doused your body when you heard the footsteps stop right in front of your room. You could almost feel the heat of the guard’s gaze, and then you heard the slight sound of metal sliding against metal. You desperately wanted to see what was happening, and fought to keep your eyes from opening or screwing shut, making a dead giveaway that you were still awake. There was a soft click, as if the lock on your door had been undone, and then the footsteps continued away.

You waited until you heard the sound of the footsteps disappearing and a door closing, meaning the guard left the wing of rooms you were in. You carefully opened your eyes, and seeing nobody through your window, slowly eased out of the bed. You were silent as you climbed out, careful to not make a sound, and barely pushed on the door. To your surprise, it eased open. This had to be Ina’s doing, you had no idea how she did it, but it had to be.

Looking both ways and seeing the pristine halls dark and quiet, you eased yourself out of the door and shut it behind you, wincing as it made a click as it latched shut. You silently made your way to the end of the hall, crouching so your head wouldn’t be seen through any of the windows to the rooms. It would’ve been bad if someone saw you sneaking out.

You made it to the end of the hall and pulled at the door, slightly disappointed to find it locked tight. You remembered the key card that was clutched in your other hand, and pressed it against the pad next to the door. The red light turned green and the door clicked, signaling it was unlocked. You bit your cheek at the noise that seemed to be deafening in the silence, but pulled open the door and snuck out before anyone noticed. You let it shut softly behind you and looked around. The hall was bathed in an eerie dark blue, but it was silent.

Trying to remain as cat-like as possible, you made your way to your rendezvous point in the cafeteria. When you arrived at the room, you found the door locked, but with a press of the key card, you managed to get in. You closed the door behind you and looked around. Like the rest of the building, it was cold and silent. It was strange to see the normally crowded room devoid of people. The tables and chairs were still up and cast large shadows throughout the room. The window to the kitchen was shuttered closed, and the stacks of trays were filled and piled high, ready for the next day.

There was a light tap on the window to the cafeteria and you nearly jumped out of your skin as you looked to the sound, a hand clasped to your mouth in case you screamed, but to your relief, it was just Ina. You hurried to open the door for her and she snuck in, letting the door lock behind her. “I’m glad you got here safe.” She whispered as she gave you a hug.

“How did you do it?” you asked, you were still in awe at how she was able to get you a key card and get the guard to unlock your room.

“I’ll explain later,” was her hushed response as she made her way to the door leading to the kitchen. She pointed to the pad next to the door, “try it.” With a nod, you pressed the card against the pad and the blinking red light turned green. Ina turned the handle on the door and pushed it open carefully. Seeing nobody there, she hurried in completely and you followed, making sure to close the door behind you.

The dark room was filled with long tables for preparing food, and large appliances of all sorts lined the walls. Ina paid no attention to the contents of the kitchen as she made a beeline to one of the doors. There was a window in the top, very similar to the one that was on the door to the cafeteria, and you let out a gasp as you saw it lead outside. “He was right!” Ina breathed happily as she pushed open the door.

The door clicked and swung open, but the breath of freedom was too good to be true as an alarm started blaring. You froze and watched Ina’s mouth drop in horror, clearly whoever ‘he’ was forgot to mention this would happen. Ina blinked and somehow snapped out of her stupor, grabbing your own hand and rushing outside.

You stumbled at the sudden jerk and you were moments away from crashing face first onto the ground, Ina’s firm grip on your wrist the only thing keeping you from falling, though you were scarily close. Outside the sky was dark, but bright spotlights were dancing along the ground, clearly searching for the two of you.

Your feet made loud slaps against the concrete, but the blaring sirens drowned out the sounds of your footsteps. You looked around, looking for your escape route. Your eyes followed the multiple rows of fences lining the complex. Rings of barbed wire perched menacingly on the top, if you tried to climb that, you’d be caught in no time, and who knows, maybe it was electrically charged as well.

Ina kept on running and pulling you with her. You watched as her dark hair whipped back and forth, her eyes desperately searching for a way out. You felt a cold pit of dread grow in your stomach, she didn’t know what to do from here. Your eyes widened as you watched a spotlight sweep closer and closer to where the two of you were, and gave a large tug on her as you dragged the two of you to the side. She let out a yelp and the two of you fell into a heap, but to your relief, the spotlight swept right past the spot where you were moments before. Your sudden movement wasn’t in vain.

You pulled the two of you back to your feet, and thought to look behind you to see if you were being pursued. Your heart lurched into your throat as you saw people exit out of the door the two of you had escaped out of. “Keep moving!” Ina’s voice shouted as she pushed you forward.

“I’ll fly us out!” you told her and started to call for your wings.

“No!” she shouted and punched your arm, you gasped in shock and felt the magic that was gathering at your back dissipate, “not until we get to the fence.” She pointed to the fence closest to the two of you, “you’ll gather too much attention.” You gestured at the group of people that were behind you, already breathing too hard to talk from running as fast as you could. Even though the sky was dark, the complex was lit up with lights so people working could see, and that meant the two of you were not subtle. They could obviously see the two of you running. “We don’t want more.” She gasped out, also clearly tired from the sudden exertion, but both of you knew stopping was not an option.

There was a bang and a cry behind you. You nearly screamed along as you saw Ina stumble, she was obviously hit. You grabbed her hand and pulled her towards you, so you could help support her as the two of you ran. You focused on the area of the fence she had pointed to, you just needed to get there and you would be free.

There was another bang, another scream from Ina, and she stumbled to the ground. She pushed for you to keep going, but you kept on trying to drag her along. You focused on your magic and summoned your wings. “Don’t wait for me!” Ina yelled as she tried to push you to keep moving without her. Your concentration was broken once again and the soft white-(favorite color) glow disappeared from your back. “Just run and get out of here!”

“I can’t leave you behind!” you told her and pulled her to her feet so the two of you could take shaky steps toward the fence. You could hear Ina’s labored breaths but you kept on pushing, trying to drag her along.

“They’re getting closer,” she gasped out and you pushed yourself to go even faster, but Ina kept on tripping over her feet and you could hardly hold her weight. “Just let me go.”

You gritted your teeth, “no. You’re crazy if you think I’m just going to leave you.” You hoisted her onto your back, giving up on trying to drag her side by side, and pushed yourself forward.

“Please,” you heard her quiet voice next to your ear, and she sounded so broken. “Save yourself.”

“Stop it!” you shouted back at her, your eyes narrowing as you somehow found new energy to keep on moving and began half-running at a brisker pace. You weren’t sure how you were going to summon your wings with her on your back, but you’d figure that out when you got to the fence.

You heard another pained scream and Ina’s sudden movement from the pain caused her to slip off your back. You grasped for her and looked behind to see her fallen on the ground, curled up in pain. You rushed to her side, determined to get the two of you to safety.

Her dark eyes were filled with tears as she told you, “any means necessary.” Your heart sank as you thought about what she said, you thought she meant using force to get out, not leaving her behind. “You promised me!” and her eyes seemed to glow a light purple before you felt some other force pull you away from her. You tried to fight it and fight to her side. You needed to rescue her as well! She was going to die for you and this was not how you imagined the night would go. You wanted to get both of you out. But despite your struggles, it seemed like someone else was controlling your body as you ran away from your only friend.

You watched in horror as the guards caught up to her and she was dragged back, her head hanging limp. Your wings were called into existence on your back. A soft white-(f/c) glow put a target on your back as streams of pixeled light descended from the sky and pieced your wings together. You felt the slight weight of your wings fall into place, and without waiting you took off into the air. Your wings propelling you with forceful bursts above and past the fence keeping you in.

But as you were flying away from the facility known as District 9, some unknown force keeping you from turning back to rescue your friend, a thought ricocheted through your mind. She lied to you.

AN: I am still losing my mind over purple-haired Bang Chan. He looked so good with it!! If anyone ever wants to talk about Stray Kids with me, I'd love to chat!

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notchesandbullets · 3 years

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Ryokuryuu’s Lifeline

Part 3: Pure Love

Trigger Warning: hints at sexual assault and rape.

You gazed up at Jae-ha with a soft smile on your face as he appeared before you. His lavender eyes scanned over you, meeting your gaze when he was satisfied you were alright.

"Cabin?" He inquired, studying you closely for any signs of discomfort or hesitation. It was getting later in the night and he knew you had to be feeling tired.

Smiling sleepily at him, you took his hand in yours, leading him below deck. The captain had given you two separate quarters at first, but since you were both kids when he rescued you and couldn't fall asleep without him, she didn't mandate what you could or couldn't do, knowing he would always prioritize your comfort and safety first above all else

You entered your room with Jae-ha trailing behind you, grinning as you remembered your earlier conversation with Yona.

I love him.

Suddenly, strong arms encircled your waist from behind you, bringing you closer to his chest. You felt the heat radiating from him through your layers of clothing and sighed, snuggling closer to him, face tilting up as you twisted to press your cheek against his shoulder.

Jae-ha eased as he observed you keenly, no signs of even the slightest bit of flinching away from his touch. Dropping his head down, he rested his forehead against yours, exhaling slowly.

He had to be more careful.

You always had an issue with physical contact. Jae-ha was guessing it had something to do with being chained in an alleyway, vulnerable to whoever decided to make themselves known and so he tried his best to tone down his personality around you.

Captain Gi-gan had taught him how to woo a woman properly, and soon enough, it became a part of him. You never asked him to change, but he never missed the way you would wince at his words on occasion.

It was the only time he ever regretted his charming demeanor when you were noticeably agitated from his words. It happened the first time when he found you.

"What's a beautiful lady like you doing in a place like this?"

Jae-ha's eyes widened in shock when you audibly whimpered, curling your body away from him feebly.

At the time, he didn't understand what he did wrong. It had taken a lot of time for you to open up to him, years in fact. You had told him at one point, that hearing those words reminded you of what people would say to you before they did whatever they wanted to with you. Jae-ha once asked you if anyone had touched you.

You understood the gravity of his question.

He still remembered the way guilt and shame clouded over your eyes as you confessed to him that you didn't remember. Sometimes you would sleep for days at a time, and when you woke up, things would feel different but you couldn't clearly recall it. It was almost like they had taken a part of you, but it was beyond excruciatingly painful to never remember the details. You felt frustrated and angry that they had walked away with something that you didn't even know about at the time. That night, he had reassured you that no matter what had happened, you weren't at fault. After you fell asleep in his gentle and grounding embrace, he made a promise.

"I'll keep you safe." He brushed back hair that had fallen into your eyes. "I promise, with my life, I'll protect you, Y/N."

Jae-ha's jaw tightened at the memory as he held you close to him. A small smile making its way onto his face as you scrunched up your nose, yawning adorably.

You're so cute, Y/N...

"Bedtime?" His hot breath tickling against your ear as he whispered.

You stirred sleepily in his arms. "But it's warm." You pouted, speech slurring due to exhaustion. "I don't wanna move."

Jae-ha couldn't contain himself anymore, you were just too cute. You let out a squeak as he scooped you up in his arms.

"Jae-ha!" You cried out, giggling, arms immediately winding around his neck.

He chuckled, carrying you easily to bed and lowering you gently down. As he went to remove his arms from your form, you caught his hand. Jae-ha looked at you with wide eyes as you mumbled, "Stay."

You gave him your best puppy eyes, "Please?"

Jae-ha bent over you, the mattress dipping under the weight as he rested on his hands placed beside you, nuzzling your hair.

"Always." He murmured, echoing what you had said to him earlier that day.

He arranged himself around you, not wanting to crowd you.

You pouted at his distance, tugging his wrist closer, hoping he would take the hint. Jae-ha's breath caught in his throat and he held back a groan.

You were going to be the death of him.

Jae-ha shifted closer to you, carefully draping an arm around your waist, the other resting underneath his head. You fit beside him like a puzzle piece, head tucked underneath his chin, legs tangling with his.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier." He apologized quietly.

He felt your chest vibrate as you mumbled something incoherent into his neck and Jae-ha laughed softly. You grinned as you pulled back slightly, enough to look him in the eye.

"I said it's alright." You reassured him.

Jae-ha's body went rigid. "No, it's not."

He frowned, he could remember the way you flinched away from his words as if they had cut you. He never wanted to see you in pain and afraid, especially from him.

"Hey," You traced his jaw with your finger, "I can hear your thoughts."

Your concern touched him and he spiraled deeper into his guilt.

I don't deserve it.

I don't deserve you.

"Stop thinking whatever it is you're thinking because it's a lie." Your voice cut through to him, snapping him out of his self-loathing. "Do you remember our system?"

Jae-ha immediately nodded.

Two fingers pressed to the inside of his wrist meant you were okay, and one finger meant that you weren't okay.

"I used two earlier, remember?" Jae-ha inclined his head. "I'm okay, I promise."

You beamed up at him, causing him to crack a tiny smile. Your expression turned serious as you pried his arm out from under his head, running a thumb over his knuckles.

"I don't think I ever thanked you." The green dragon stared at you in confusion. "I wanted to say thank you for caring about me enough to let me face my demons and always being there to pull me out if it gets to be too much."

The disbelief etched on his face almost caused you to laugh, he really was so cute. "I don't want to struggle with this my entire life, I need to confront it sometimes and know when enough is enough. I'll only ever know if I put myself out there to learn, right? I love the way you are, because regardless of how much you flirt with women, you truly respect them. I'm living proof. You didn't take advantage of me in my state when you first found me, and that still continues until today. I trust you, Jae-ha."

Jae-ha's breath hitched. You had only said that a handful of times to him since the first, but each and every time it never failed to take his breath away.

"Yah," He tried to tease, voice cracking, "You can't just reveal my secrets like that, Y/N."

You shot him a sly smirk. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me."

A comfortable silence fell as you continued to caress his knuckles with the pad of your fingers.

"Actually," Jae-ha's smooth voice was hushed, "I don't care if they all know. I don't care if I start to get a reputation of being too soft."

He moved his face closer to yours until he was a hairbreadth away, and you felt a familiar heat rise to your cheeks.

"The only thing that matters to me, is you, and whether or not you're safe. I don't care about anything else." Jae-ha declared quietly.

After a few moments, he changed the topic. "Are you still having trouble sleeping?"

Your hesitation answered for you. As you felt the shame rise, you pulled your hand away from Jae-ha's and brought the other up to cover your face.

He was much too quick, catching on quickly to what you were trying to do. His hands shot out to grasp your wrists, keeping them away from your eyes.

"Don't hide from me."

His plea caused you to freeze.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of..." You closed your eyes as Jae-ha pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I just..." Conflicted emotions stirred from within you. "I don't understand why it's still so hard for me. I'm safe, I'm not chained anymore, so why does it feel like I'm still not free? Why am I still so scared?"

Jae-ha's heart shattered as your voice broke with the amount of raw pain seeping through it. His hands released its grip on your wrist, dropping back down to wrap around your back. He brought you up to eye-level with him, hooking a finger under your chin so that you were facing him.

"Y/N, listen to me." Violet orbs bore into you, unwavering, "Healing, it doesn't come all at once. I know it feels frustrating, but look at what you've been able to do. Sleep might not come easy all the time, but you've improved so much in all the areas you've been working on, including that one, and I couldn't be prouder of you."

His eyes shone with genuine love and you wanted to burst into tears at the sheer tenderness of it all.

You settled for sniffling instead, trying desperately to keep the tears at bay, but you couldn't hold it in. Throwing your arms around his neck, you sobbed openly into his shoulder, tears darkening his robes. Jae-ha squeezed his eyes shut at the contact, rubbing circles into your back comfortingly until your tears eventually subsided.

He sighed softly, warm breath fanning across your face causing you to blush. The arm he had curled around your midsection tightened. You both laid in silence, Jae-ha listening to the sound of your even breathing, and you watched as his chest rose and fell, counting the seconds that went by until you grew drowsy.

"Sleep, Y/N," Jae-ha murmured, as you began to shift, protesting against the siren's call to go under. "I'm right here."

Slowly, you began to settle. The sides in your mind didn't stop fighting against each other, but you tried to focus on Jae-ha, his calming presence and comforting embrace. Eventually, the war faded in the background enough for you to finally give into the temptation.

You had only been asleep for a few short minutes when Jae-ha turned towards the ceiling curiously. The rapid steps were faint against the wood, but he could still hear them and was able to make out Captain Gi-gan's footfalls first. She was heading to her quarters, but so was everyone else.

His brow furrowed, what would the captain want with her crew this late at night?

Unless....

They found something.

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b0n-chann · 4 years

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Soooo I’m totally hooked on the Mandalorian and needed to write this one little snippet I thought out randomly the other night. Not sure if it’ll ever turn into anything more but here we are 🙃.

Cold

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader Warnings: none

It was cold. It had been a few months since you joined the Mandalorian but it had never been this cold on the Razor Crest. It seemed like you were the only one affected by it too—the kid never looked like he had a problem and beskar seemed to be enough for the mysterious man sitting in the pilot seat.

“You should rest.” His voice tore you from your thoughts.

“It’s too cold to sleep,” you replied. You wrapped the blanket you had tighter around yourself.

“Try.” His answer frustrated you. While the Mandalorian never was much of a talker, the last few weeks were a struggle. He kept his distance and never spoke unless it was about the kid or where they were going next. It hurt; hurt because you trusted him, cared for him, and thought that maybe he felt the same. Then there was the dangerous line you often toyed with in your mind. Accepting that you might feel more than comradery towards this man terrified you. Falling in love with a faceless man sounded laughable but the beautiful soul underneath all the metal was more than enough for you.

Feeling resigned, you place your hand on his shoulder and make your way to the exit of the cockpit.

“Goodnight then, Din.”

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The cold continues to assault your body and sleep was impossible. You toss and turn, trying to find some warmth under your blankets but it was all for nothing. Shivers rack your body, and you pray that the next planet you landed on would be warm.

You eventually hear the telltale footsteps of his armor making his way into the room. He stops at the doorway and takes in your small frame hidden under the small mountain of linen. It looked ridiculous, you were sure, but at that point you didn’t care.

He makes his way to you and crouches down next to the cot. “I could hear you shivering from upstairs.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I’ve been working on it.” He leans back on his haunches and silently contemplated you. You shiver again, not because of the cold, but because of his gaze on you. Even with the helmet on, you could always tell whenever his eyes would take you in.

What he did next surprised you.

“I’d like to try something, if you’d let me,” he says slowly. Even with the modulator skewing his voice, you can tell there was an edge of nerves. He raises his hand and tentatively places it on your cheek. Shocked by his actions, all you could do was nod. He silently asks you to sit up in the cot as he procures a thick fabric from his side.

“I’m sorry if I haven’t been myself lately,” he says. “I’ve had a lot on my mind.”

“Anything you’d like to share?” You ask, glancing at the strip of fabric in his hands.

“They’re all mostly about you.”

“Oh,” you respond lamely. You didn’t know what else to say, all you could focus on was your heart hammering in your chest.

“I don’t...I want...” his words are at a loss but you understand. You lean forward as you take his hands towards your eyes. You hear him audibly exhale a sigh of relief as he gently places the blindfold over you. His gloved hand lingers at your neck, and his thumb stokes your cheek tenderly before taking a step back. You try to contain your pout of disappointment by worrying your bottom lip but it all comes to a stop when you hear his laugh.

His laugh, unaltered in any way. An ungloved hand makes its way back to your face as his thumb barely ghosts over your bottom lip. “You don’t know what it does to me when you do that.” You try to think of a snarky reply but no words come to you. He takes his time caressing your face and admiring the delicate form of your neck before taking your hands in his and placing them on the cool steel of his armor. “Help me, please.”

It was all you needed. Still on the cot, you get up on your knees and make your way to the edge of the mattress. Slowly, with his help, you attempt to remove each piece of his armor one by one. Even blindfolded, you realize how vulnerable he has made himself to you; allowing you to slowly break his barriers away. You skim your hands up his arms and down his chest, satisfied with you work. Emboldened by these last few minutes, your fingers work their way under his shirt. You feel his muscles contract as your hands explore the expanse of his torso, before he takes matters into his own hands and removes the article of clothing. You continue your lazy pace, almost drunk off the heat his body is radiating. His body is, unsurprisingly, toned; years of training and fighting forming muscles that you can appreciate even without your eyesight. You rest one hand over his heart and the other finds its way to his face.

“I hope this is enough...I wish it didn’t have to be this way,” he says. The strain in his voice is evident.

“Din, you never stop surprising me, do you? I will never forget this moment. Yes, I can’t see you with my eyes, but allowing me to feel you almost seems more intimate.” You place both your hands at his face now and gently trace his features. You start with his hair, full and long enough for you to comb your fingers through. His cheekbones are prominent and your smile widens in response to feeling him form one of his own. “It’s weird being able to feel you smile. It’s nice.” Another soft laugh escapes him and it makes your chest hurt. In the months you’ve known him you have never heard the sound. It’s baritone and beautiful, and you have made it your own personal mission to hear it again. You take one finger and trace it down the straight bridge of his nose before your hands are once again placed on either side of his face. You just then notice the slightest bit of stubble on his face. Knowing that he must have shaved this morning only endeared him to you more. Your thumb lightly traces his lips and you gasp as he lightly nips the pad of your finger.

“Hey!” You laugh, his actions catching you off guard. He takes your hands into his own and places them back on his chest. You can feel the steady rhythm of his heart, making you realize just how real this is. You feel him place a hand at the nape of your neck drawing you closer. Close enough that you can feel his breath. Close enough that your entire body is engulfed in his warmth. Close enough for him to capture your lips in his own. The kiss at first is tentative and sweet, and you realize that while he has all the power in this, he is just as nervous as you are. You break your hands free from his hold and wrap yourself around him, bringing yourself that much closer. You try to urge him onto the cot with you but are disappointed when you meet resistance.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he cuts you off with a sound kiss.

“Believe me, I want to but I need to get us somewhere safe first. And you know how the kid is,” he tried to lighten the mood but you still couldn’t help but feel let down. He sees the change in your face and kisses you again. “You’re everything to me. I want you to know that.”

“Din, you have my heart.” You embrace each other, enjoying the moment of peace. “Please, can you stay with me until I fall asleep?” You feel him nod as he helps rearrange the both of you in the small bed. You lay your head down on his chest as he wraps his arms around you. You feel him play with your hair as you allow his heartbeat to lull you to sleep.

“I hope you’re not cold anymore,” he says softly as he presses one more kiss to your forehead. Content, he closes his eyes and allows himself rest.

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nalgenewhore · 4 years

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Too Late To Turn Back Now - Seven

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter

an: mmm things get a lil steamy 🔥😳👀

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When they got back home, Lorcan didn’t put her down until he got to their bathroom. Even then, he kept her lofted with an arm as he turned on the shower and left her to it, hanging a towel on the heated rack.

He couldn’t find her sweats and hoodie and he highly doubted she would appreciate it if he went through her stuff, so he grabbed a pair of his sweatpants and an old hoodie from high school, jogging down to the laundry room and tossing them in the dryer.

By the time he got back, the shower was still running and he cracked the door open, holding out the clothes. “El?”

“Yeah?”

“I got you some dry clothes when you’re ready.”

“Ok. One sec.” The water stopped and he heard the glass door open, small feet padding across the tiles to the towel rack. She moaned softly, “Is this thing heated?”

Lorcan chuckled, “Yeah? What about it?”

“That’s bougie.” Her face peaked through the crack as she took the clothes from him, grinning as she hugged them to her chest. “Did you put these in the dryer for me?”

Lorcan’s cheeks reddened and he rubbed the back of his neck, “…yeah.”

“I knew you were a softie.” Her eyes were soft, her smile missing the sharp edge of a teasing smile.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get your cute ass dressed.”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

He just rolled his eyes and walked away to the balcony and looked down as the other boat approached. He recognized Aelin with the twins walking up the boardwalk first and then Nehemia and Odette at the rear.

Aelin and Aneha were a terrifying duo and Aelin pointed up at him before turning, pretending to make out with someone. Aneha roared in laughter, holding her stomach as she bent over, and he flipped the two of them off. He was about to yell something rude and vulgar and most likely graphically threatening when Elide padded out onto the balcony, looking down as she rolled down the waistband of his sweats so that they wouldn’t fall to her feet.

Lorcan turned to look at her, something melting as his heart fluttered as she walked up to his side and peered down at the ground, waving at Aelin and Aneha, laughing loudly. “Don’t encourage them,” he said. Elide smirked, her teeth still chattering slightly. “Are you still cold?”

“A bit, it’s not bad though.”

He frowned and threw her over his shoulder without warning, chuckling darkly at her shriek. Lorcan carried her to the bed and tossed her down on the mattress. When she landed abruptly, a soft grunt was pulled from her lips as she glared up at him. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“I thought you would’ve figured it out by now,” Lorcan said mildly, pulling the duvet back and tucking it around her. “I’ve never been nice.”

Elide rose a brow, “You’re fussing.”

“I am not,” he hissed as he unfolded a quilt and spread it over her. “I’ll be right back.”

“Mmkay. Bye-bye,” she sang-sung, snuggling down into the pile of pillows.

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Elide was asleep when he walked back in, a mug of tea in hand. Lorcan watched her for a few moments, standing still in the doorway as someone cleared their throat and he looked over his shoulder, seeing Fenrys and Rowan standing there. “Hey. Can we talk?”

He sighed through his nose, not ready to have another argument about this. “Fine.” Lorcan kept the mug in his hands as he closed the door, keeping it open a smidge. “Out with it.”

Rowan winced and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Did V and Con make you do this?”

Fenrys shook his head and remorse shone in his eyes. “Nah, man. We were wrong to not give you guys a chance. I guess ‘cause you were coming back up and Ess moved back and everything… we kinda thought you guys might start up again.”

Lorcan groaned, “Hellas, man, Ess and I are long over. And not just because we broke up, I mean… we were kids, alright? We wouldn’t have worked out in the long run and we both would’ve felt stuck. I’d never want to do that to her. I’m truly happy with Elide.”

Rowan nodded and shared a look with Fenrys. “We’re sorry. We kinda realized it was real shit last night. She couldn’t stop looking at you and, like, wanted to hear every story about you. Where’s she at right now? We owe her an apology too.”

Lorcan glanced back into the room, “She’s asleep. I took a turn too fast in the boat and she fell in. You can talk tomorrow.”

“Ok. Um, are we good, then?”

Lorcan smiled and nodded, dapping the two of them up, “Yeah, you’re good. I’ll see you all tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah. We’ll let you get back to your girl. Bye,” Fenrys said, his eyes lighter as they turned and walked back down the hallway.

Lorcan walked into the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him. He looked up at Elide, finding her awake and looking at him with saddened eyes. “What’s wrong, E?”

“Everything you said on the boat is true, you know,” she said, her voice small. “I am selfish and I don’t think about others.”

He crossed the room and handed her the mug, “Drink. You’ll get warmer.”

Elide carefully took it and blew on the top, sipping slowly and sighing. She patted the mattress beside her. “Sit.” Lorcan obliged her and crawled under the blankets, waiting for her to talk again. “Vaughan told me about your dad and growing up on the reserve.”

“He did?”

“Yes. And… I’m sorry for shutting down your questions the other night. I owe you answers.” Elide drank from her mug and then put it on the nightstand. “The story I used for your proposal is how my dad asked my mom. I would beg him to tell me it every night before bed.” She chuckled tearfully, looking down at her hand, “The ring is my mother’s. I managed to hide it all those years after they died - my uncle got custody.”

“The one you made drinks for?” Lorcan asked quietly, gently reaching out and taking her hand in his. He pressed soft kisses to each of her fingertips before dropping their joined hands in his lap and playing with her slim fingers, tracing the elegance of her hands.

“Mm-hmm. He was in charge of the main kingpin’s money and all of his… friends came around a lot, so he made me learn how to serve them. One night,” she shuddered, reaching down to trace the scar on her ankle, “when I was maybe eleven or twelve, they were all drunk and he let one of his friends take me into a room.” Her eyes filled with tears and they fell down her cheeks as she continued, not noticing how still and horrified Lorcan had become. “He grabbed me and forced me down and I bit his hand. He threw me into the basement and smashed my ankle with a hammer.”

Lorcan pulled her into his lap, holding her close. He cupped the back of her head, just holding her as she told him, her voice breaking, “My uncle said that since it was my fault it broke, he wouldn’t take me to the hospital.” Lorcan’s heart shattered into a million pieces right then and there as rage coursed through his veins and he had to remind himself that Elide was there, in his arms, and safe. She was safe. “That’s why I went to law school. I didn’t want any other kids like me growing up with people like him.” Resting her head on his shoulder, she looked up at him, her cheeks wet.

“I don’t know what to say.”

Elide shook her head, “You don’t have to. Just be here with me. Say you won’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured, settling down under the covers. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“You choose,” she whispered, her eyes already falling shut as she flipped the hood of his hoodie over her head. Elide shifted, lying down next to him and hitching her leg over his hip, an arm on his chest and the other folded and wedged between them. She rested her head on the soft hollow of his shoulder, her fingers toying with the silver chain around his neck. “I like Bambi.”

“Oh gods, I’m gonna cry if we watch it, princess.”

She laughed and pressed her lips against his chest, not quite a kiss – just a gentle touch, a reassurance to her that he was still there.

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Elide had fallen asleep after watching the first ten minutes of Bambi and when she roused again, it was dark outside and the TV was black. She had been moved in her sleep. Lorcan was sitting up against the headboard and she was in his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, her knees outside either hip.

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that he had one hand splayed across her lower back and in the other he held his phone.

Slowly, she lifted her face from where it was buried in his neck and sat up straight, holding her face centimetres from his.

He flicked his eyes to her, a small smile appearing on his lips. “Hey, you.”

“Hi,” she whispered, her voice scratchy and hoarse from disuse. “Whatcha looking at?”

“Ae sent me songs for the first dance. I like this one,” Lorcan tapped on the screen and music poured from speakers on either side of the bed, bright violins with simple hi-hat drum beats. They listened in silence as Too Late To Turn Back Now played.

The gentle music was accompanied by smooth, emotion-stirring voices that seemed to make the genre. Elide listened to the lyrics, telling herself it didn’t mean anything that Lorcan liked this one – he most likely wasn’t even thinking about the lyrics.

As the song came to an end, she whispered, “I like it. But…”

“What?”

“I don’t know how to dance.”

Elide whined in the back of her throat as Lorcan shifted and stood up, holding a hand out to her. “C’mere.”

Smiling, she took his hand and he easily pulled her to him, her free hand resting on his shoulder. He looked down at her, his face open as he settled his hand on her waist and gently led her through the steps. “We don’t have any music, Lorcan.”

Lorcan spun her under his arm and began to sing the same song, his lovely baritone carrying them through the dance. Every time she stumbled, he caught her, just like he promised he always would. His singing melted into humming as he dipped her. Frozen in one perfect moment, they stared into each other’s eyes, unbridled emotion brimming in their dark irises.

She wasn’t sure who moved first, wasn’t sure of anything as their lips touched and her mind blanked. Lorcan pulled away first, the tips of their noses brushing together as he tracked something in her eyes. Slowly, he stood up straight, pulling their joined hands to the middle of his chest. Elide rose on her tiptoes, her free hand resting on his ribcage as he cupped the back of her head, no words exchanged between them as they kissed again.

It was slow and soft, the way their lips moved together. Her heart filled with something she couldn’t describe while Lorcan parted her lips with the tip of his tongue. Elide gasped softly into his mouth at the first touch of his tongue against hers and kissed him harder, “More.”

He huffed a laugh against her lips and let her hand fall in favour of grabbing her waist and lifting her up, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as she threaded her hands into his hair. “Bed,” she whispered, tugging on the inky strands. His hands slid under her thighs, holding her up.

Lorcan made himself pull back once more, almost ready to fall to the ground to worship her for the rest of his days as he looked up at her, swallowing once, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she breathed, kissing him again as he walked them to the bed, gentle as he laid her down amidst the blankets and pillows. Elide read the look in his eyes, something warm pooling in her core at the promises held in the onyx irises. “I want this. I need this. You.”

A wicked grin spread over his lips as she pressed a hand against his chest and pushed him up. Her eyes locked on his as she pulled his hoodie up over her head and threw it to the side, not caring where it landed. She bit her lip as his jaw slackened and her back arched under his hungry gaze.

She took her time undressing, until she was bare beneath him, smooth skin and sinful curves bared for him to see. A large hand slid down her side, rough calluses catching on her skin. Lorcan dipped his head, his lips travelling across her flesh. He let his lips part to taste her, murmuring, “Beautiful.”

The word curled and settled in the depths of her guarded heart, sending a whole warmth flowing through her being. Soft sighs and moans spilled from her throat as Lorcan traced her body with his lips and tongue and teeth. His hands and the feeling of his silky hair in her fingers grounded her when the pressure in her bones grew and grew. She crashed into bliss when he looked up at her through his lashes, settled between her legs, forgetting she wasn’t just a feeling as he pleasured her.

Rising above her, running his hands down her sides in soothing motions to bring her down again, Lorcan’s gaze was heavy and heated, their lips greedy as they kissed.

Elide could feel his arousal pressed against the inseam of her thigh and moaned, reaching down between their bodies to wrap her hand around his length. She smiled proudly when he swore into her mouth and bowed his head, watching her as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his sweats and tugged them down. A whine formed in the back of her throat when he didn’t move an inch. “Lorcan.”

Lorcan grinned at her neediness and helped her pull his clothes from his body until they laid bare together. Elide squeezed her thighs around him, indicating she wanted to switch. He rolled them, looking up at her with something heavy and too big for the two of them.

Sitting up, he kissed her as she lined herself up with him and sunk down, her eyes fluttering as he filled her. Lorcan stayed still, panting at the feeling of her surrounding him, waiting for her to move.

“Oh,” she moaned as she moved up and down on him. His chest was soon a map of crescent nail marks and red scratches that stood out against his brown skin.

Lorcan’s hands slid down her torso, guiding the rolling movements of her hips. He begged her, whispering onto the slick skin of her neck, “Don’t stop.”

The room was soon filled with desperate sounds and voices, pleading with each other as they chased their release. They wrapped their arms around each other, pressing into each other and still, the need to hold the other closer and closer was barely satisfied.

Lorcan found his release first, his lips parted as he shuddered beneath her. He cupped the side of her neck as he kissed her, whispering to her, “Let go, princess.”

This time, when she fell, she was not scared.

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“Tell me something I don’t know about you.”

“My favourite fruit is mango,” he replied, speaking into the soft skin of her belly, his arms wrapped around her thighs. Elide huffed, her hands stopping their path in his hair. He whined, looking up at her, eyes wide and begging, full lips twisted into a pout.

She rolled her eyes and continued, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Ah-ah, you didn’t set any guidelines. Your turn. Tell me something.”

“I went into the bathroom and cried after Cairn called me a cold-hearted, crippled bitch,” she whispered, the tightness of her heart easing when Lorcan dusted sweet kisses over whichever patch of skin he could find, the t-shirt of his that she wore riding up as he moved upwards, his teeth grazing the skin of her chest. “Your turn.”

“I hate Cairn.” She laughed and he kissed her, wanting to taste the joyful sound. “Tell me about your tattoos.”

She nipped his bottom lip, soothing over the slight sting with a flick of her tongue. Turning over onto her stomach, Elide motioned for him to sit up and push her shirt up, until the mysterious ink was revealed. It was beautifully done, the wyvern so detailed he got shivers just looking at it. Reaching out, he trailed his fingertips almost reverently over the artwork as she opened her mouth, telling him what the ancient letters down her spine said and how she honoured her parents with the mountains and beast.

The night passed them by as they spoke quietly, baring their souls to each other in each word, each kiss, each touch - each movement - designed to bring the other pleasure until they tumbled into a deep slumber. They didn’t notice the sun rising over them, their bodies entwined like skeins of silk.

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farfromparker · 4 years

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Erotas - Chapter 2 | t.h.

Chapter One

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader

Summary: Your cousin is getting married in Greece and you just can’t face them as the stereotypical single girl they all see you as anymore.

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Buckle up kids, we’re going to trope city. fake dating, there’s only one bed, friends to lovers, probably some others, we’ll see. Smut in future chapters. Special thanks to @worldoftom!! 💞💞

Word Count: 3.4k

In retrospect, Tom is really glad that you two have had almost a month to get this fake relationship off the ground before you have to put on a show in front of your family for a week. Because now he knows about your eccentric uncle who only talks politics and sports so the only safe subject is football. He knows your cousin, the one who’s getting married, is going to be more interested in the two of you than her own wedding. So your story has to be straight. He knows your mum is going to hug him and hug him and hug him some more. He knows that your dad will give him the stereotypical if you hurt my daughter speech but will then buy him drinks all weekend.

It’s also given him time to get to know you, like really know you. He always liked you, he knew he would the first time Harrison told him about you. Haz never got excited about girls until he was in way too deep. So for him to tell Tom about you after a week of hanging out, Tom knew this was different. He was sure Harrison was going to ask you out, but he never did. He’d just get drunk and ramble on about how the two of you were his best friends. That he trusted you both with his life. And so it was easy for Tom to like you too, to trust you.

But now, Tom is getting to spend time with you one on one, away from Harrison, away from Harry, away from your friends. He’s learning your idiosyncrasies, your likes and dislikes, what makes you tick. And he’s finding out more and more as to why it had only taken a week for Harrison to let you into his circle.

There was one set back though. Spending this much time with you wasn’t helping the small crush he’d been harboring for you since you’d met last year. He’d always thought you were cute but in the beginning, he was sure Harrison was gonna make a move. He didn’t, of course, but you were always closer to him rather than Tom. So that’s all it was, a school boy crush.

And he’d had his fair share of girls come and go. Nothing serious and he knows that if he actually put in the effort, he could find someone he really liked, someone that he’d want to spend time with but… Maybe he enjoyed your company more.

And so what, he’d rather get drunk with you and Harrison than pull a girl. That didn’t mean anything, you two were just his best friends. End of story.

Right. End of story.

“Humor me?” you plead, eyes a little bleary from the amount of pints the two of you have knocked back, but your arms are outstretched to his across the pub table, thumbs rubbing across the back of his hands. You’re doing that thing with your bottom lip too, and Tom can’t say no.

“Okay.” He smiles, turning his hands up so that you can play with his fingers.

“How did we meet?”

He deadpans for a moment but straightens up when you glare at him. “We met how we really met, through Harrison.”

“Kay but you can’t say it like that!” You laugh, taking your hands away so you can take a drink. Tom leaves his hands out though, open like you had left them, hoping. You set your glass down and reach for him again, rubbing gently at the pads of his fingers. He smiles softly. “Now, say it to me like you’re gonna say it to my family.”

He clears his throat, straightening his shoulders to make an act of it. You roll your eyes. “Met her through my mate Haz, he wouldn’t stop talking about her and when I first met her, I understood why. She’s so warm and genuine. Didn’t take me long to fall for her.”

You smile, squeezing his hands. “That was perfect, you make me sound like a nice person.”

He laughs. “You are a nice person.”

You glance down at his hands in yours, smirking.

“Okay, how long after we met did you ask me out? How’d it happen?”

He chews on his lip, fighting a smile. “I didn’t ask you out, you asked me out. Demanded it really, we were a little drunk at home, right after Valentine’s day and you wouldn’t stop playing with my hair, not that I wanted you to. And when I looked at you, you just said you should be my boyfriend and I nodded, albeit a little sour that I didn’t work up the courage to ask you first. But happy to finally have you.”

It only made sense to keep your fake relationship as close to your real relationship as possible, the less chance for errors the better. He lets you continue to quiz him, asking questions as if you were a member of your family. You had him do it too, run through the list of things any real girlfriend would know about her real boyfriend.

It’s just past midnight when he finally pries you out of the pub. Your flight is tomorrow and he knows that’s why you want to keep drinking, why you already drank so much. That anxious energy drowns when there’s that much beer involved. You stumble out onto the sidewalk. He wraps his arm around your waist to keep you upright. It’s finally starting to warm up, but the nights are still cool. He can feel the goosebumps across your arm and he rubs his hands against your skin to warm you.

It’s a quick walk back to your place, barely ten minutes, but Tom has to help you find your key and after some heavy fumbling on your part, he persuades you to let him have it so he can unlock your front door.

Harrison is in the kitchen, he’s got a girl over and Tom can hear her laughing. Harrison peeks his head around the corner and smiles when he sees the two of you.

“Have fun tonight?” he asks, smirking as he takes in your appearances. Tom’s arm is still around your waist and you’ve curled into his side slightly, hanging off him more.

“So much fun, Tom’s the best boyfriend ever,” you slur, poking Tom in the chest. “Aren’t you?” you ask, voice raising an octave. And it’s stupid how much he loves hearing you call him that, boyfriend.

“Right, time for bed, love,” Tom says, laughing quietly, guiding you past the curious eyes in the kitchen and back towards your bedroom. You shuffle out of his grasp and over to the bed, turning on the lamp on your bedside table and dropping down onto the mattress as you fiddle with your jeans to get them off. Tom stiffens, turning away from you.

“I’ll get you some water,” he says over his shoulder, leaving the room to give you some privacy.

He returns a little later, taking longer than necessary to fill the glass. He didn’t want to walk in on anything, especially when you weren’t sober, so he lingers for a second. He’s excited about Greece, about spending so much time with you. And maybe… well, maybe he’s a little hopeful as well.

Finally heading back towards your room, he lets his thoughts wander a bit before he jinxes everything from thinking too much about the what if’s. He finds you cuddled up under your blankets, baggy sleep shirt on. Clothes worn during the day discarded on the floor by your bed.

He walks over to you and sets the glass on your nightstand. You watch him, a soft smile on your lips and he sits on the edge of the bed when you reach for him.

“I’m nervous. About tomorrow, about my family...” you trail off, eyes wide and vulnerable.

He links your fingers together. “No need to be, darling, we’ll be great. I’ve got you.”

“Kiss me.”

Tom’s brows furrow. He hadn’t kissed you, or rather, you hadn’t kissed him since that first day. Not that there hadn’t been opportunities, but both of you had agreed that wasn’t something that needed to be worked on. The first time was out of the way, any other kisses thereafter should be cake. At least, that was your reasoning.

“What? No—”

“Kiss me and make me believe it. I need to know we can do this, Tom.” And you sound sober, but he’s not stupid. You’re not even close to being in your right mind right now and he’s not going to kiss you like this.

“No. I’ll—”

“Tom, please.”

“No! Look, love, you’re not sober,” Tom reasons. “If you need me to kiss you to believe that we can do this, I’ll kiss you when I pick you up tomorrow for the airport. When you’re sober.”

You huff, pout resembling that of a five year old that just got their favorite toy taken away. He smiles, reaching to push some stray hair off your face.

“I’ll see you in the morning, okay? I’ll be here right at nine o’clock. I promise.” He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the back gently. He turns the light off and after he takes a second to watch you settle under the covers, he closes the door quietly.

You’re asleep before he leaves the apartment.

Your head is pounding when you wake up, the light that’s coming in through your curtains is way too bright. You groan, rolling over to look for your phone. It’s plugged in, face up on your nightstand and you definitely didn’t do that. There’s a glass of water next to it and you reach for it, swallowing down most of it in record time. You touch the screen and it lights up, there’s three missed calls and ten text messages, but what catches your eye is that it’s almost 8:30.

“Shit!”

You stumble out of bed, stripping out of your clothes to get in the shower, definitely still smelling the alcohol on your breath. You scrub through your hair as best you can, dowsing it in conditioner to get the tangles out. You’re drying off when your phone rings again. You glance at it, Tom’s name on the screen.

You answer it quickly, putting it on speakerphone.

“You’re alive!” he says, sounding bubbly and overwhelming happy considering how much your head is still pounding.

“Barely,” you grumble, pulling your jeans on.

“I’ll be there in 15, you gonna be ready?”

You glance around the room, it’s in complete disarray and you’ve barely started packing. But your dress for the wedding is already in Greece, thanks to your mum, so you really only need a swimsuit, some comfy clothes and your toiletries.

“Yeah,” you quip, confident you could do this. You can die on the plane later, but right now, you need to focus.

Ten minutes later and you’re piling your bags in the living room. Proud that you got it all. You scribble a quick Love you, be good note to Harrison. There’s a vague memory of a girl being here last night and you don’t want to walk in on anything. You’ll see him in a week anyway.

There’s a knock on the door and you know it’s Tom. You do a quick survey of the living room and when you’re satisfied you’ve got everything, you open the door.

“Good morning,” he chimes, eyeing you for a moment. “I suppose you’re sober now.”

You glance at him, brows furrowing for a moment, “Sober? Yes, but I feel like I’ve come back from the dead.”

And that’s the affirmation he’s looking for. He steps into your space, cupping your jaw and waiting for you to stop blinking. Your quick nod gives him the okay to do this, so he kisses you, hard. Lips moving against yours and then he’s opening your mouth with his tongue. A shiver runs down your spine when you touch his tongue with yours, melting into his hold, you reach for his waist to steady yourself, getting lost in the feeling of it.

He pulls away quickly after that, leaving your mouth popped open.

“Think your family will believe us now?”

You swallow, blinking slowly. “Yeah, yeah, I think that’ll convince ‘em.”

He smirks, thrilled to have left you a little speechless. He grabs your bags and you follow him out the door, locking up behind you.

Once you get in the car, you have a moment to go through your phone. Tom pulls out, heading for the airport as you investigate. The three missed calls were your mum, Tom, and your mum, in that order. The texts were all family, three from your cousin about how excited she is to see you, to meet your boyfriend, and the final one of holy shit I’m getting married in 4 days! Six of the ten were from your mum, reminding to pack this, check this, bring that, you don’t need this. Right, well, too late for any of that.

The last text is from your dad, don’t forget you need your hotel reservation number. And, oh, that one’s actually important. “Shit, do you still have the reservation number for our hotel room?” you ask, glancing at Tom.

He hesitates. “You texted that to me, and didn’t your dad text it to you? Why don’t you have it anymore?”

“I deleted all my messages yesterday. I wanted to make room in my phone for photos this week and I communicate a lot through the use of gifs. Do you know how much space those things take up?”

He looks at you sideways, crease deep between his eyebrows. “What kind of psychopath deletes their text messages? What if you need receipts?”

You laugh. “You of all people would say something like that.”

He smirks. “Here, look in my phone.” He hands you his, unlocking it quickly. You go to his messages, finding your conversation at the top. You notice he’s got a picture of the two of you saved as your contact photo, along with a swirling heart emoji after your name. Your trademark emoji. You recognize the photo instantly.

It was from one of the first few times you’d hung out with Tom, at your favorite spot just down the road from your and Harrison’s place. Both of you were a couple of drinks in when the picture was taken, but you both still look cute, tipsy but happy. You had been saying how we should all take more pictures with people we love and enjoy being with. To capture moments, to remember them more vividly than we can in our minds. Haz had made fun of you for being so deep while drunk, but Tom had agreed, resonating with your words. And to prove it, he’d opened the camera on his phone and started taking pictures, pictures of you, of Harrison, of the three of you together, and finally, of just the two of you.

You’re wrapped around him, a tell tale sign of how much alcohol had been ingested by this point, arm around his neck, cheek pressed against his, both of you smiling so big your eyes are crinkled. Fondness washes over as you remember that night.

Getting back to the task at hand, you scroll up through your conversation, finding the reservation number and texting it to yourself again.

“Thanks,” you say, setting his phone down in the center console. “I like my contact picture by the way, and the emoji, nice touch,” you point out, going through your phone to make the same changes to his contact.

“Oh.” He laughs nervously. “I had your contact like that before all this.”

You glance at him, surprised. “Really?”

“Well, the picture anyway, the heart emoji was a recent addition — a new addition. I mean, for this. Yeah.”

He’s so cute when he gets flustered. “I understood what you meant,” you reassure him, eyes on your phone, a small smile playing on your lips.

The rest of the morning passes as if it were a movie set on fast forward; driving, parking, checking your bags, security. It feels like you blinked and suddenly you’re standing at your gate, staring at the location board, Santorini, Greece, glaring back at you.

And you think about what’s waiting for you on that island. Your family and their expectations. You were older than your cousin, but she had been in a relationship since she was 18. You on the other hand… There were multiple nights spent drinking with family were the running joke was how many cats you’d wind up with. And you’d have to laugh, fighting off the knot in your chest, the sting behind your eyelids as you forced a smile and pretended it didn’t bother you.

You could always feel the pressure when they asked about your love life. Seeing anyone? Anyone special in your life? How’s your dating life going? You could also feel the disappointment roll off of them in waves when your answers were No, No one, Nothing special. Because if you didn’t have a partner in your life, what were they supposed to talk with you about? Your job? Your hobbies? Your friends?

Why would they want to know about any of that…

That thought alone was enough to push you to blurt out at lunch that day that you wouldn’t be going to this wedding alone. It was stupid to let them eat at you like this, you’re smart enough to know that. But not strong enough to fight it off.

You find a seat, having gone quiet as your thoughts scream in your mind. Tom disappears and you don’t blame him, you wouldn’t want to be around you right now either. He’d said something about finding some breakfast.

He shows back up as you get up to board. He’s got a bag full of breakfast food, you can smell it. You ignore the way your stomach grumbles. You should have gone with him, but you were too much in your head to make a useful decision at the time.

You board slowly, quietly, watching people flitter around to find their seats, stow their luggage, until you get to your row. Tom steps ahead, turning back to you, “Take the window, I’ll sit in the middle.”

You smile at him softly, appreciating the small gesture, and slide into your seat, stuffing your purse under the seat in front of you. Tom settles in next to you, putting his seat belt on before digging into the bag.

“I know fast food isn’t ideal, but it was the best I could find with so little time,” he begins, offering you a breakfast sandwich. “I think it’s the kind you like,” he continues, extending his hand to you.

And it’s stupid how emotional you suddenly feel over a mere sandwich, over him letting you sit by the window. But the overwhelming sensation of being surrounded by your family for a week has been eating at you. Then as you look at him, his warm, brown eyes searching yours, a lopsided smile on his lips, you can’t help but think how grateful you are that he’s going to be there with you through this. He’s not your boyfriend, but he is your friend, someone you’ve grown so close to in the last few weeks that there’s a flow of relief you feel just from being close to him, to having his eyes on you, his smile directed at you.

You lean in, pressing your lips to his cheek and he’s still smiling when you pull back.

“What was that for? Or do you really just love breakfast sandwiches?” he jokes, eyes lighting up as he teases you.

You smirk, taking the food from him and setting it in your lap. “I do love a good breakfast sandwich. But that was just for you being here, for agreeing to do this with me, for being a friend.”

He tilts his head. “You don’t have to thank me for being a friend, darling. Or for doing this with you. I know how much this has been stressing you out. I can see how anxious you are about all of this. But like I said last night, I’ve got you. And I mean that.”

You hesitate for a moment, studying his face, the sincerity in his eyes, and then you lean in, pressing your lips softly to his. It’s delicate, and it feels right. He’s smiling at you when you pull away and you can see the blush on his cheeks. “Sorry, felt appropriate,” you say focusing on the sandwich in your lap.

He reaches for your hand, rubbing his thumb against your skin. “It was.”

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Secrets and Those Who Keep Them Part 2

Obi-Wan x ForceSensitive!Reader

No warnings for this part, possibly for the next one!

You found Master Fisto at the entrance to the library. You lowered your voice as you told him that the mission had been a success before handing him a com link and location tracker that would take him to his family when he wished to see them next.

He thanked you graciously, grasping your forearm. He wasn’t the first Jedi to be thankful for your actions, and he certainly wouldn’t be the last. Of that, you were sure.

With the last piece of your mission completed, you went off in search of the only person you wanted to see. You weaved through the temple towards the residential wings. Some of the inhabitants smiled warmly or waved. Others, new to the Temple, avoided eye contact.

You passed Padawan Tano and flashed her a smile. The talented young Jedi would make an excellent master some day, just as she made a wonderful commander now.

“Good to see you, Ahsoka,” you said to her before adding, “your master should be debriefing Master Yoda somewhere around here.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” She kept walking before turning slightly, “tell Obi-Wan I said hello.” Ah yes, this padawan was far more observant than her master. A part of you wished that you had recruited her yourself.

As the thought dig into your mind, you turned abruptly, trying to find Ahsoka. She wasn’t there. She couldn’t have been there. The last time you’d seen her had been months before, when she was proven innocent but left the Order anyway. You hesitated, knowing that even your visions of your friend—lifelike as they were—could not bring her back.

The thought passed as you found the door you had been looking for. You placed a hand on the pad and the door opened for you. It wasn’t a new feature, but you still smiled every time your handprint gained entry to the great General Kenobi’s quarters.

As you stepped through the threshold, the smell of clean cotton and linens met your nose. Head swiveling, you surveyed the main room, not seeing any sign of the master Jedi. This could mean one of two things: Obi-Wan was out and you had missed him or he was here somewhere and was playing with you.

“Hmm,” you hummed, a hand on your hip as you searched for his Force signature. He was an expert at hiding it, but not from you. No, you had training he never had. Your eyes flitted over to the bedroom.

Smirking, you sauntered over to the open door and leaned against it.

“It worked once, my love, and I refuse to let it happen again.” You eyed the darkest corner of the room, where your quarry stood as still as possible. When he knew he’d been caught, he shrugged and emerged.

“It’s always worth a try,” he chuckled, eyes bright as he approached you. You thought back to the one time his trickery worked, so many years before.

It was just after your second mission together. You had been on your way back to your apartment when you realized your blade wasn’t in its holster at your hip. Eyes narrowing, you tried to remember the last time you’d had it. You had a nervous habit of fiddling with it during transit, and you remembered doing so on the ride back to the Temple with young Master Kenobi.

But then, just fifteen minutes later, it was missing. Despite your logic, you felt a pull in the Force to go back to the Temple and ask your mission partner about it.

By that time, you’d become friendly with Master Kenobi. Those missions together were a welcome break from his grueling new regimen of training his new padawan. In fact, he’d even told you himself that he looked forward to helping you. At this confession, you felt warmth radiate from his signature. From what you knew of the young master, this was an uncharacteristic move.

As was the possibility of him nabbing your blade, but you decided to trust your gut anyway.

When you found his door, you knocked a few times. When he didn’t answer, you searched for his signature. Your own signature, a verdant green similar to your mentor’s, slipped into the chambers and searched, tendrils looking for any sign of royal blue.

There. In a corner of the room, dim and small, you found him. He was hiding from you. You smiled as you turned your focus on the door in front of you. Using one of your favorite not-so-Jedi-approved tricks, you meddled with the lock system, opening the door just enough for you to slip through.

“Kenobi,” you called, knowing he was in there, but now unable to find him or his signature, “I know you have my blade. Hand it over and I won’t tell anyone about that Bluurg that almost trampled you yesterday.”

You recalled the memory and smiled. Knowing the reputation that the young Master has, you figured he would want to maintain it.

You stalked into the bedroom, trying to find that royal blue signature again.

Just when you found it once more, you felt a blade at your throat and an arm around your waist.

“Blast,” you said.

“Oh I’ll give the blade back as a show of good faith. But now we’re even.” Obi-Wan moves the blade from your throat, but his hand lingered on your waist as he moved around to face you and turned the knife in his fingers, offering you the handle.

“Even?”

“Oh, the galaxy can’t know that the elusive and always poised Y/N Y/L/N squeaks when people surprise her.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the glimmer in his eyes as he grinned. Just as you had come to know him through an uncharacteristic telling of secrets, he had come to know you.

What’s one more secret? You thought to yourself as you sheathed your blade. Once the blade was safely away, you brought your hand down to Obi-Wan’s at your waist. You held it there as you stepped closer to him, your other hand moving to the robes at his chest.

You looked him over. Since taking on his padawan, a boy named Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan had taken out his own padawan braid and let his hair grow out. He’d also let stubble grow out over his jaw. Your hands moved from their places to grasp his face, nails gently scratching through the stubble there.

“I don’t know if I’ll keep it,” he said softly, eyes searching your face.

“I don’t know, I like it,” you said before closing the distance between the two of you. Your lips locked, and you felt his hands grip your waist tighter, pulling you closer to him. Your signature blended into his and, for the first time of many, you ran your fingers through his hair and leaned into him further.

That was over fifteen years before.

Now, you stole moments with him here and there, finding excuses to take an extra day or night on missions. You were careful though: keeping secrets was your specialty after all.

“How was the mission?” Obi-Wan took you in his arms, moving one of your hands to his lips. The whiskers there tickled the back of your hand as he kissed it.

“It would have been better if you had been there. Don’t get me wrong, Anakin is intelligent and did everything I asked, but doing what I do is a lot harder when I have to hide it from my mission partner.” You wiggled from his embrace and went to sit on the bed, kicking out of your boots and falling back onto the mattress.

“Darling,” Obi-Wan crossed his arms, a gesture that you always felt the urge to mimic, “if I could have gone, I would have, but sometimes I am needed elsewhere.” He sat down beside you, knowing that you were only being dramatic to tease him, but explaining himself nonetheless.

You reached up and pulled at his robes until he laid back beside you. You turned your head.

“Well, General,” you walked your fingers over his shoulder and into his full beard, “are you needed elsewhere now?” You waited for his answer.

“If I am, I don’t care,” he said, turning on his side to look at you directly and taking your face in his hands. Oh, how you worshipped Obi-Wan’s hands. They were deft and skilled, but capable of such power.

You moved in, following his lead. As you breathe him in, you startled.

In your pocket, your com link was beeping.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You looked at Obi-Wan apologetically. With you both living lives apart and taking these small moments together, there was always a chance for interruptions.

You straightened your hair, moved away from your love and answered. The figure appeared in the holo, her long hair down, looking more worried than you’d ever seen her.

“Padmé?”

“Y/N, I need your help.” Her voice was desperate, nothing like you were used to hearing from her.

“I’ll be there in half an hour.”

You looked back at Obi-Wan as the holo disappeared. Secrets. Secrets.

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