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spctrsgf · 2 years

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a dark chase

summary: Din promises you and the kid a break on a remote planet in the Outer Rim, saying you could all use a vacation. What could go wrong with that?

word count: 2.4k

warnings: language, gn!reader, established relationship, mentions of blood, cliffhanger (i was too lazy to write the rest lol)

a/n: oh my gosh guys. WE HIT 100 FOLLOWERS!!! TYASM FOR EVERYTHING I LOVE YOU MWAH MWAH<3

“Hey! Be careful!” You scolded the kid, but even he could tell the words didn’t sink much deeper than that. He ran even faster than before, using the Force (as the lady with the lightsabers called it) to propel himself when you caught up.

“Grogu!” You laughed as he whipped his head to attention, tumbling to the ground halfway through a leap. You jumped at the green eared creature, capturing him in a hug. He pat your face, wiggling to try to escape your grasp, but months of taking care of him had your arms trained. “Hey, lil guy. That’s enough wandering.”

He grumbled in dissatisfaction.

“I know, I know,” you pulled the two of you up. “But your dad looks like he’s almost done.” You gestured to where Mando stood, conversing with someone whose name you hadn’t retained.

Grogu slumped against you.

You frowned. “Sorry, maybe later, k?”

A nod was the only response from Grogu.

You sighed before making your way back to the ship and up the ramp, settling on the ground with Grogu placed comfortably on your lap. You pulled out your sack and fed him some meat, smiling as he garbled happily and munched.

Your eyes were cast downward until heavy footsteps sounded in front of you, causing you to look up and meet the face of your companion. Or, his face under a layer of beskar. Mando nodded to you before shutting the button to the hull. You sat in silent anticipation as he stood, waiting for him to say what was clearly lodged in his throat.

“I didn’t catch the quarry yet.” The gorgeous yet filtered baritone of his filled the room as the door sealed with a puff of air. “I gathered,” You responded. “How long do you need?”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s alright. We can wait.”

“Right.” He began to pace, falling into a circular pattern.

“Din, what’s going on?” There was more to this than he was letting on.

Din looked up abruptly at the use of his real name. “Nothing!”

You raised your eyebrows. “Nothing?”

“Yes. Nothing.” His hands were clasped together behind his back.

“You’re nervous and holding something back, what is it?”

“How-“

You smiled, standing up and placing the kid in his hammock. “Because I’ve lived with you for months. I pick up the small things you don’t even realize you do.”

“Like what?” He entertained the conversation as though he could evade your earlier question.

You smirked. “I’ll tell you if you tell me what you’re itching to say but won’t because you’re scared.”

“I am not scared.”

“I know, I know,” you clasped your hands together as you came to stop in front of him. “I was surprised too. But I guess even The Mandalorian get scared.”

Din’s gloved hand shot out to grab your hip abruptly, causing you to jump in surprise. “I am not scared.”

“Then spit it out.” You walked out on a thin string, the last of your confidence zapped out by the outburst.

He sighed, dropping his hand and pulling away. “I was thinking we could, uh, stay here for a bit? It’s a relatively safe planet and we could stay in the woods and I saw how much the kid liked it and if you don’t want to that’s fine-“

“Sure.”

He reeled. “Huh?”

You shrugged. “Sure, why not? You look like you could use a break.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you work too much. You need to take a fucking break, Din.”

“Yeah, well I still gotta catch this quarry, and then I can-“

“Go then.”

“Wha?” He reeled.

“Go. And go quick. The kid and I will be here when you get back. Maybe then you’ll stop walking around the perimeter of the ship every night before you go to bed and take of that beskar. Maker, your clothes must be downright stinky underneath that.”

“Hey,” he pointed a glare at you as he grabbed his weaponry. “Uncalled for.”

You smiled, slamming a hand on the button to open the hatch. “Get out.”

Din descended onto the hatch, turning back to frown at you. “Your kicking me out of my ship?”

“My ship now.” You yelled, waving a hand at him as the hatch closed.

Din shook his head in admiration. “Some partner I got. Who are they kidding, Their ship?”

Din loved the sound of that.

——

“Whoa, what’s the rush?” The voice of Mando’s latest quarry drifted from behind him. Yanking the chain attached to his hands, he said nothing as the quarry tripped over his feet. “Aye,” he called. “Mind not destroying my hands and knees before you shove me in carbonite?”

“No.” His answer was definitive.

The quarry took a few big strides to catch up to Mando. “Ah, he speaks.”

He said nothing again, just continued his brisk pace until he reached the hull door. With a press of a button on his vambrace, the hatch came down with a creak. He shoved the quarry ahead of him, making quick work of getting him there.

The quarry trailed his eyes around the ship, meeting you sitting asleep in the small bed with the kid settled on top of your stomach. The kid opened his dreary eyes and let out a cheerful garble, climbing towards him. “Hold on,” Mando held his hand out to halt the kid’s pursuit. “Lemme finish with this guy.”

“Pretty companions you got,” Commented the man as he awaited his fate.

Mando clenched his jaw, cursing the fact that he forgot to prepare the carbonite chamber before leaving.

“Are they who you were rushing for?”

“Yes.” The chamber was almost done.

“Yeah,” he sighed wistfully. “I would be rushing too. You’re lucky you ended up with someone so gorgeous.”

Mando bit his lip, not that anyone could see it. “I am.”

The quarry sighed, shuffling into the chamber. “Let’s get it over with.”

Mando hesitated with a hand over the ‘close’ button. It’d been a while since he’d had such a complying quarry, he valued it especially at the moment. He nodded to the man. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Letting me get back to them.” With that, he shut the chamber.

Sighing, Din turned, relaxing his shoulders and peeling off his beskar. The ship was locked so nothing posed a threat, he reasoned, and his muscles were sore. You were also right; his clothes stank. Making a face, he found his little washing machine, chucking in those clothes before changing into a simple tunic and pair of pants. When he ventured over to where the kid had placed himself, only his helmet remained.

“Hey, big guy.” Din looked at Grogu, who garbled again, and situated himself onto Din’s lap. He sat criss cross across from you and watched silently as your chest rose and fell. A peaceful smile presented itself on your face. He also realized you were wearing one of his shirts, causing him to grin and dust a light pink.

Clearing his throat, he reached out and nudged your shoulder. You mumbled and swatted his hand, eyes still shut. “Ten more minutes, Grogu.” Din chuckled. “It’s not Grogu, cyar’ika.”

Your eyes shot open. “Din?”

“In the flesh.”

You launched yourself at the poor man unexpectedly, eliciting an ‘oof’. “You’re back! I missed you so much.”

He chuckled. “It was only two days.”

“iT wAs OnLy TwO dAyS,” you imitated him, pulling away grumpily. “Pfft. That’s too long.”

“C’mon,” he tried to reason, reaching for you. “You’ve done it before.”

“Yeah, but not with so much to experience when you were to come back. Made waiting a bitch.”

He titled his head, and you could tell that he was smiling. “You really missed me, huh?”

“Of course I did,” You gave his helmet a playful smack as you got up and squeezed past him.

He grabbed your hip, huffing. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back. Grogs needs food.”

“Grogs?”

“Sorry, it’s my nickname for him. Or at least one of them.” You pulled away from his grip.

Din shook his head in confusion. “Grogs. What?”

——

“Y/n!” You looked up at the sound of your name, meeting the visor of Din’s helmet. “Yeah?” You called back.

“I’m gonna do some repairs on the ship, don’t wander too far!”

You frowned. “I can help-“

“No,” the tip of his helmet told you he was probably glaring. “Relax. I got this.”

“You need to relax more than I do. You’ve been gone forever.”

He groaned. “It was only two days!”

“That’s too long! Right, Grogu?”

The kid garbled.

“See?” You gestured towards him. “Grogu agrees.”

“How do you know?”

“I just know, trust me.”

“Whatever,” Din waved his hand. “I’m gonna fix up the ship and you can’t tell me otherwise.”

You laughed. “Stay safe.”

“You too,” he stuck his head out from where he had disappeared behind the Razor Crest. “And don’t lose my kid.”

Your head swiveled violently on its axis to watch Grogu venture farther into the jungle. “We,” you pointed a finger at him as you moved towards the kid. “Will be talking about that when I get back.”

“Huh?” Din reeled as if he didn’t realize what he said.

You smirked. “Guess you’re a dad now.”

You turned then, laughing as Din’s sputters faded as you chased the kid. “Grogu!” You yelled. “Slow down!” The kid didn’t listen, chasing what appeared to be a butterfly farther into the woods. “Jeez, for someone with small legs, he sure does run fast.”

You internally cursed skipping lunch as your energy faded from the quick exertion, leaving you no choice but to stop and catch your breath. “Grogu!” You croaked urgently, reaching a hand out as if you could use the Force yourself and bring him back to you.

The kid stopped, tilting his head as he assessed you. He waddled over as you slumped against a tree, exhausted. “C’mere, lil guy.” Grogu wedged himself between your legs and your chest, pushing them down and sitting patiently as you caught your breath.

As soon as you did, he jumped up excitedly and pulled on your pant leg. “No more running.” You scolded, and the kid tilted his head as if confused. “I know you understand what I’m saying.”

The kid didn’t respond, only bounded away.

“Grogu!” You tried to sound stern, but your laughter bubbled up quick.

You chased and chased the kid, renewed with a sense of fuel you didn’t know you had. The kid ran with impeccable speed and stamina, causing you to dig into previously hidden reserves to keep up. You were never one to throughly enjoy running, but this was fun.

Key word being was.

The kid stopped violently, causing you to rock onto your heels and flail your arms to avoid running into him. “Gro-“ A sharp yank on your pant leg shut you up, something telling you to bend down and hide. In the silence, you heard it: footsteps.

Who could that be?

You were the only ones out here: Din had checked. Maybe they had come since last night? Seemed likely. It wasn’t Din, that’s for sure. He was repairing the ship, and he wouldn’t stop unless something dire happened.

Did something happen?

The thoughts bleared your eyesight, and you reached a hand up to rub your eyes, refocusing on a figure in the distance. You and Grogu crept behind a rock, watching as a man and five droids strolled into the clearing.

They paused, as if measuring the air. “Y/n l/n, born on Yavin VI and an old resident in Mos Espa, show yourself.”

You said nothing, frowning. How did he know that?

The man speaking sighed. “Must we end this in a shootout? I’m afraid you won’t be happy with the outcome.”

Your hand moved to your blaster. “What do you want.”

“It’s small, really: you’re little green companion.”

“What?” Came your answer, appalled and outraged.

“I’ll take good are of him, I promise.”

Your eyes hardened. “Never.”

The man sighed again. “Fine. Then I’ll pry him from your dead body.”

And then the guns fired. You could hear the rock crack as you ducked lower, peeping out from the left side of the rock to shoot a droid. Red hot adrenaline shot through your veins as you popped up and shot two more, breathing heavily.

Soon enough, the droids were gone, but to your dismay, so was the man. You slumped against the rock, gun still in hand. “You okay?” You turned to the kid. He nodded with a garble and a yawn, clutching your pant leg.

“We’re safe now,” You reassured him with a pat. “Thanks for your help.”

“Are you?” You looked up to meet a blade, two inches from your nose. “Because I would say otherwise.”

You glared up at the man, trying to keep a cap on your fear. “You would?”

“I would.” The sinister man smiled, twisting his fascinating blade with a smile. It was black, white squiggles and a soft glow emitting from it. “This is the darksaber. I believe it is related to your other, beskar-covered companion, eh?”

“It is?”

The man shook himself out of his fascination, bringing the blade back to your face. “Give me the kid.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll pry it from your dead body, as I said before.”

“Are we assuming I’ll be dead?” Your grip tightened on your blaster.

He frowned. “You will. Now hand it over if you want to keep your life.”

You smirked. “No.”

Acting quick, you rolled away from the man and shot him in the arm, causing him to yelp and drop the saber. In its downfall, the blade scorched your arm, causing you to also yelp and nearly let go of the kid. Shaking your head to clear it, you turned on your heel and ran, slightly veering yourself from the direction of the the ship in case the man was able to pursue you.

You bursted through the last of the foliage after quite some time, the last of your adrenaline spent. You collapsed onto your knees and bit your tongue, suppressing a cry. You clutched at your arm, turning your head up from the blood surely oozing from between your fingers.

Maker, it had to be horrible. Pain continued to erupt from your arm, and you willed your body to be able to stand up and get to the ship before Din could-

“Y/n?”

Shit.

“Hey, your back!” You watched him get off of his knees and walk around the ship, something telling you that you should tell him to stop but not having the energy in you to do it anymore. Your vision was blurry and you reeled, only managing a weak “Din?”

He rounded the corner. “How was-“ his face dropped as he caught sight of you, doubled over, with a scorch mark and blood dripping from a cut in your arm.

“Din.” You said again, only this time it was as if the word was a lifeline.

“Y/n, what happened?” He scrambled over, picking you up bridal style.

“OW!” Your eyes shot open quickly and you flailed.

He winced. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“

“What time isssss it?” Your head lolled back as your words began to slur. “I could use some sssshut eye.”

Din’s eyes widened. “No.”

“Wow, I am tiiiiiiiired.”

“No,” he grabbed your chin. “You stay right here with me.”

“I-I can’t.” Your eyes began to shut.

“Y/n, no!” He set you down on his bed before grabbing your cheeks. “Please.”

And that was the last thing you heard before it all went black.

#heheheh i made a cliffhanger #din djarin #din djarin imagine #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #the mandolorian x reader #the mandalorian imagine #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine

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the-demons-within · 5 days

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Klance angst week: Tuesday

Trigger warning: homophobia, cussing,

(L)

"C'mon Lance," he. Said hyping himself up and slapping his cheeks. "It's just a confession. What's the worst that can happen?"

"He could hate you forever,"

"You'll never be friends again,"

"You know that we are right,"

His mind continued to taunt him endlessly. "Shut up!" He shouted in a whisper. For once, the voices were silent. He got up from his comfortable place on the bed and walked over towards the door, opening it and heading to go get food.

He arrived, grabbing a plate of food and sitting to enjoy, eyes scanning around for a certain someone.

"Hey Lance!" Keith called from a bit over, walking over towards the table Lance was sitting at and placing his food down. He sat down next to Lance and began to ramble about the troubles of today and how he got yelled at my pidge for putting his reds in with the rest of the washing. After 10 minutes of chatting and eating, Lance and Keith head back to Keith's room.

"So, what are we going to do?" Keith asked.

"Well, um, actually... I need to tell you something..." Keith focused on the taller boy, ready to listen to what Lance had to say. "Look... Keith," he took a deep breath." I'm not straight, and I really like you. " he rushed past the last part. It had already taken far too long to say. Lance looked up at Keith with anticipation but was met with a face of pure discust.

"What the fuck!? Ew" he said, scrunching his face up. The pure look of discust of Keith's face would have been enough to shatter Lance, but it continued further as his eyes brimmed with tears, threatening to fall " Your GAY? Why? That's so gross, you are discusting"

"But- it doesn't change anything" Lance sobbed lightly.

"Yes it does, that isn't normal, get a grip on yourself, or someone needs to fix you" Keith continiued to spit at Lance, each insult, each rejection, stuck into Lance, driving a dagger further and further through his already bleeding and shattered heart. As Lance stepped forwards to attempt to make things right and apologise, Keith pushed him away. "Get away from me you fag!" He yelled, pushing Lance violently further towards the door. As a heart broken mess, he looked back one last time at Keith, a violent and descusted look plastered across his face. Lance finally stumbled through the door as a crying, Sobbing and aching mess.

(K)

"He's gay?? And he likes ME. Uugh, is shouldn't have said those things, he may be ... gay... buy he is my friend.

"Oh please you know being gay is wrong, and un natural, and filthy and-" Keith shuddered, sitting down on his bed.

"Oh God... I'm turning into my dad". Keith reluctantly remembered his father, the abuse, trauma, homo and zoo phobia. Worst, he was a paedophile. Him and his sister Sabrina had the scars, although whilst most of Keith's were physical... Sabrina on the other hand...

"Uugh shut up you stupid brain", he scolded himself harshly. "I just need to go over there and apologise, simple." With that out of the way, he got up, making his way to the most likely place that Lance was...

His room

Keith arrived and knocked on the door

"GO away" Lance's voice still sounded dry and croaky.

" Lance I need to apologise" this, seemed to grab Lance's attention, he blew the door open, fury riddled across his tear stained face.

"Oh fuck off." Lance spat at Keith.

Look, dude I know what I did was wrong but I didn't mean-"

" what the actual fuck do you mean "you didn't mean it" he mocked "What makes you think that you can apologise now, what gives you the right?!" Keith opened his mouth to speak. "No, shut the fuck up you homophobic bitch. Why do YOU get to come here and apologise after you broke me, I don't care that you rejected me, I care that you ruled it in and were an over all fucker about it! You don't get to come her to apologise to me just so that you can clear you own guilty conscious!" Shiro came around the corner to see what was going on with Hunk and pidge in tow. "I'm sorry" " doesn't cut it, I need to see results!"

"Hold on, what is going on!?" Shiro demanded

"Shut up shiro" Lance snapped "I need you to have said those awful things in the first place, do you understand me Keith. Just because you had a rough upbringing, doesn't mean that you can take your internalised homophobia out on me! Okay!?..." Keith looked at Lance in awe. Pidge, shiro and Hunk.were simply staring, mouths agape and eyes wide open. Finally, there was a strange silence that hadent been heard for a long while at this point.

"I fucking hate you Keith, get out of my sight." And Lance slammed the door.

#keith kogane #vld #lance mcclain #klance #klangst

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da-bestest-writer · 8 months

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Baki next gen part 3

After getting back from the Tokyo dome, Kozue was quick to scold Yujiro, Calling him all manner of names, Only stopping short of slapping him, Even in his advancing age, Kozue knew that putting one's hands on yujiro hanma was a death sentance.

"What do you have to say for yourself! Yujiro."

"I already spelled it out to bake" Yujiro spoke with his usual blase arrogance. "I'm not going to do it again."

Kozue sighs, and sits down, Before going to address her daughter. "Tomoe.... "

The girl froze up, She had a certain degree of fear for her mother, Kozue was nothing but kind of course, But she was also stern, The kind of woman even her large, And clearly very strong dad seemed to fear the wrath of, One who hid stone with silk.

"I'm proud of you." This caused some visible surprise in not just her and her dad, But her grandfather as well.

"I still don't like the idea of you fighting, But i saw you on the screen, Dodging a kick boxing professional's punches and kicks, And then returning them even better than he threw them."

Tomoe was surprised ."Better?" She asked, As her mom nodded.

"I've watched your father from the sidelines ever since i was sixteen years old. i may not be a fighter myself, But i know technique when i see it." Kozue explained as baki chuckled.

"Awh babe! You're makin' me blush!" he said sheepishly, Joking around even despite his wife's serious tone.

"You said this is something you really want to do right?"

Tomoe nods. "Yeah, Of course. When i say something i mean it."

Baki smiled lazily as he leaned back. "What's got you changing your tune all of a sudden, Kozue?" He asked looking her way.

"I never said i changed my mind, I really don't want Tomoe fighting, Especially not the way you did when you were younger."

Tomoe was perplexed, They kept on going on and on about 'back then' and 'when you were younger' and 'in my day' None of it meant anything to her, And her father quickly caught onto it.

"Hey koz? I think that with all this talk about way back when, We oughta come clean yeah? Our girl looks like she's about ready to pop a gasget finding out what's going on."

Kopzue sighed, It... wasn't like they could hide this any further,

but before she could even open her mouth, Yujiro highjacked the conversation.

"The hanma family is a liniage of proud and powerful fighters, Dating back to the earliest days of japan. Antire nations have quicered before our family name!"

Baki would interrupt his father. "And now... we're middle class suburbanites. Dad there's no reason to get so deep into thing right away." Yujiro snarled at his boy.

"What was that ya damn brat? this is family history! Your kid deserves to know where she comes from!"

"You're just gonna confuse her more if you start from the beginning old man, Leave this to me, okay?" He turned to Tomoe, and got on her level, Bowing to a knee

"See, Tomoe, Your old man wasn't just 'some amateur who didn't make it big.' He was the one that made the ones that did go big feel small. I fought men stronger than anyone you've ever seen."

Tomoe looked...Doubtful, Her dad was a mild mannered salaryman, Sure he was pretty strong and athletic, but a fighter? There was no way.!

"I can see the doubt in your eyes... But it's true, I've beaten loads of people, Street gangs, Men with a strong enough grip to crush bone, Private military contractors, Escaped death row prisoners, And even a caveman! But the most dangerous man i ever fought." Baki pointed to Yujiro. "Was that guy right there, The ogre." Yujiro smirked , Happy to be known as his son's greatest opponent.

"But every one of those fights was dangerous, Life threatening." Kozuie continued from Baki's point. "Your father could have easily died if something went wrong... I hated seeing it all, But i loved your dad more than i hated it. I didn't want you risking your life for little more than pride and a bit of fight money... But " Her look of sadness and worry turned to one of knowing contentment. "I should have known better than that. You're a Hanma by blood, Afterall, you all are drawn to fighting like gravity draws people to the earth..."

Baki sighed. "It's not like that Koz, She just wants something she can be good at, Something she can call her own. She doesn't have the 'pure love' for fighting like dad and i have. For the time being at least i'm sure it'll just be a hobby."

Tomoe wasn't even paying attention to them, But seeing her dad so sincerely say things that were so completely ridiculous made her feel like there was a degree of validity to his words. The next thing that caught her attention as the world she saw and heard blur around her were these following words.

"Training strarts tomorrow."

#Baki the grappler #fanfic #Baki hanma #Yujiro Hanma #kozue matsumoto #Oc:Tomoe Hanma

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brbabcseu · 3 months

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ive been taking up the dashboard lately so please!! has anything specific about jesse and aj or mer been on ur mind recently??

I feel like I spend so much time talking about Jesse and AJ so I'm gonna make this a certified Meriwa & AJ-centric post!

Mer is a good relative. Not necessarily a conventionally good PARENT, but you could also argue the same for Jesse. The situation w/ these three is so nuanced but that's besides the point lmao. She curses a lot and thinks her omelets are better than Jesse's. She also thinks it's not a crime to put cheese and bacon into a pancake, they can be savory too "if you open your tiny mind". She hates the PTA moms of Skagway. She's thinking of going back to school. She's so good at being Jesse's friend and so annoyed abt that. She proclaims she's straight edge but gets scolded by AJ for smoking cigarettes. She has a strained relationship with her youngest sister and a relationship she's greatly missing with her oldest sister, who died not long before AJ was born. She loves her little sister Amlliq (pronounced um-sh-k; most just call her Billie) despite their struggles, because family is family. That, family being family, is a little part of the reason she comes back AJ's freshman year of high school.

I've talked a bit about her return but I can't emphasize enough just how much of a catalyst it was for things to start falling like dominoes for AJ. Jesse very gently and very carefully makes him aware of her presence in town, and makes it very clear that he does NOT have to meet her, he has NO obligation to invite her into his life at this point, and whatever AJ needs of him, he'll be right there. AJ is just like ty I appreciate all of that, I don't really wanna meet her but I think I need to hear what she has to say anyway and then decide. He appreciates just how honest she is about why she gave him up, why she's here now, if it's just because it seems "easier" now that he's older. She's basically just like listen I was in my early 20's, I had a lot going on, I still gave your dad a choice, I didn't even know I was pregnant until I went into labor. And AJ's like um okay PAUSE on that last one lmaooo. At the end of it Mer is like "I wouldn't hold it against you if you told me to fuck off. Just figured I'd try reaching out and see if you're open to building some sort of... something."

He doesn't at first, but once things fall apart with Jesse he starts spending a lot of time around her-- in the grand scheme, knowing what he knows, she suddenly becomes the lesser of two evils lol. He does end up enjoying their time together, she's functionally a cool big sister at this early stage of their relationship.

She knows, by the way. Meriwa's known about Jesse for a good long while and it's the other reason she decides to come back. That part gnaws at her; she knows he'd been troubled, but not much more than that. Her continued inaction the longer she knew about this without checking on AJ led to a growing guilt, which kind of paralyzed her further into not checking in, and so the cycle went for several years. Mer's well aware she herself is not perfect, and she has a brain, so the nuance of the Heisenberg chronicles was not lost on her. And then actually meeting AJ, seeing how he turned out, how he and Jesse interact... it was very relieving. At the same time, she doesn't question or judge when AJ needs that space from Jesse to come to grips with everything.

I feel I've already piled on a LOT of information but I wanna touch briefly on their first mother-son trip that I've mentioned before as well!! Summer before sophomore year she bring him to Fairbanks to meet the rest of her family. He has a lot of cool aunts and uncles and cousins, there're two cousins in particular around his age and he really enjoys getting to know them. His family is so big now!! And frankly he needs it, sad as the reality of it is he needs that breathing room from Jesse; the two need time to repair separately before they can come back together. He feels great warmth at having more family to be a part of, but throughout the trip starts to feel dejected and a little jealous over how doting, affectionate, and playful an aunt Meriwa can be to her youngest nieces and nephews. The pendulum of AJ's grandfather clock of angst is never not in motion and it's just frequently swinging back and forth between these two forces in his life: one that used to represent stability but now belies unrest; and one that used to represent the opposite but now hold the promise of something more permanent, but that scares him!! And with his state of disillusionment he's convinced it'll all fall apart at any second.

One day I'll talk more abt the dynamic btwn Jesse, AJ's godmother Delilah, and Meriwa, but that's a whole can of worms loll and would also mean I need to actually Talk abt Delilah, bc I never do for some reason but she's SO important in the AJ Lore

Some lightning round fun facts to tie this up:

She's had a passing interest in journalism and so that's what she's thinking of majoring in when she goes back to school-- Jesse always says WHEN not IF bc he fully believes Mer can do it and she'll absolutely kill it

She's closest with her uncle and her mother :')

AJ and Mer bond over their love for Brand New Eyes by Paramore but disagree on whether Danger Days is MCR's best album

Her pancakes are stellar, both of the sweet and savory variety, but she'll only make chocolate chip pancakes for the former. She refuses to get cc pancakes from diners bc they never put it in the batter and you can't just slather it on top what's even the point--

Mer doesn't put a label on it but she's bisexual, and is definitely sure Jesse is too. She'll lean over to AJ sometimes and be like, "Does he know..?" and AJ's like "Not a clue"

Have a silly aj & mer doodle!!

#mutuals #ask #kylejsugarman #alaska crew #oc aj #oc meriwa #finally got around to this ask JDFSKJHKSD ty for your patience

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ooo---hazelgrimm---ooo · 1 month

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Strange Magic Prt 3 sneak peak

Prt 3 Sneak peak... I'm sorry I had to do it, it's too good. 🫡❤️

There was a loud creaking.

“There's Billy back.” Max muttered, flipping to another page in her comic book as she hung upside down on her bed.

“Ooo Billy.” El hummed toward the blonde painting her nails.

“Are you two going to be like this all summer?”

“Are you going to avoid the community pool allll summer?” Max asked back. Kate rolled her eyes, capping the nail polish. “Steve says you've been pissed since the boaters took over the lake.”

“Steve needs to mind his own-” there was a loud thud and swearing. The three girls lurched toward the window, Billy was laying against the cool grass cursing up at the stars.

“He fell down.” El said simply.

“He’s drunk.”

“Why didn't he just use the door?”

“Oh no one is allowed in after eight.”

“Huh?” Kate asked.

“Neil, he thinks his dad is home. If you're not home by eight you're locked out of the house and you're not allowed to use your key. Billy's always just came through his window.” Max shrugged. Kate shook her head.

“What if there was an emergency or something?”

“Like what?”

“Like; the snowball started at like seven and ended way into the night, how did you get in that night?”

“Billy's window.” Kate blinked in shock, “Neil is strict, he doesn't care if we are out late he just better not catch us and you better find a creative way inside, cause the door locks at eight.” Max shrugged, “It's a stupid rule but it's Neil’s house. Use the door!” She shouted out the window, opening it. “Come on.” She said to the other two girls and they went back to their previous activities.

“Shit bird! I ordered pizza, it'll be here in like thirty minutes, cash is on the shelf.” Billy’s voice bellowed through the house.

“He bought you pizza?” El asked.

“Us. He probably thinks it's just me and him home, I was hoping he’d come in, realize Neil isn't home, and cook. Billy cooks really good food.”

There was shuffling outside the door and Kate's eyes widened as Billy stepped in kicking a lacy red garment through first.

“Maxine why the fuck do you have a tho-” Kate jumped up quickly snatching the panties off the floor and tucking them into the waistband of her sleep shorts. Billy blinked.

“Those would be mine, they must have fallen out of my bag. Your dad and stepmom are gone for the weekend, they hired me to stay with El and Maxine.”

“We are having a sleepover weekend.” El chimed in. Billy nodded.

“I have never been happier to see you.” He nodded honestly, he pointed to Max, “Never wear thongs.” Max scrunched up her nose.

“Ew don't tell me what underwear to wear.” Billy shot Max a bird as he backed out of the room. The door across the hall slammed shut and the shower cut on.

The three girls burst into laughter.

“Hopper would kill you.” El giggled into her hands.

“What Hopper doesn't know won't kill him or me.” Kate sassed back.

“So, Hopper is like your dad?” Max asked. Kate took a deep breath shrugging.

“No.” She said, “Hopper’s kind of like an uncle. Let's you do crazy shit, will help you hide it from your parents, but scolds you and chews you out the entire time.”

“I wish, you’re lucky.” El mumbled.

There was a knock at the door and the girls rushed from the room. Kate flung the door open and Max busted out laughing as she grabbed the cash.

“Uhh, I don't think this is enough.” She whispered to Kate looking between the two bucks and the four pizzas in the pimply kids hands. Kate leans against the door.

“How old are you?” she asked the kid.

“Sixteen.” He sniffed, pushing his glasses back onto his face. Kate took the two bucks from Max and pulled a five from her bag.

“How much is the pizza?”

“Ten.” Kate handed him the seven dollars and took the pizzas passing them to the girls who ran off toward the kitchen. “You're still short three dollars.” The kid laughed, snorting. “You must've been on the cheer team, can't even coooouuu-” his eyes popped out of his head and his mouth fell open as Kate lifted her shirt flashing him, “B-B-boobie.” The kid mumbled lamely before a muscular arm reached over Kate's shoulder snatching the money back. Kate dropped her shirt. “Hey!” Billy slammed the door in his face.

“You got your pay, with tip.” He shouted through the door. Kate turned to a very wet and shirtless Billy in nothing but little green basketball shorts. “You're a bad influence, crazy girl.” Billy shook his head smirking. Kate smiled back at him.

“The girls are in the kitchen, they can't see anything.” She scoffed. Billy pushed her body back against the door placing a strong thigh between her legs.

“No they can't.” He said huskily, his arms reached around pressing her flush against his body.

"Billy you are drunk-"

"mmm." He hummed leaning his head down to nuzzle her neck.

"And El and Max could walk up here at any time," Kate pushed him back, "I'm not scarring them for life." She told him firmly. Billy huffed.

"No fun." But his accomplished smirk had Kate's eyes narrowing. Billy turned passing Max in the hallway as she came running back up.

"Why are you wet?" She asked noticing Kate. Kate looked down realizing her clothes were soaked from Billy being all over her.

"Your brother is an asshole." She answered simply.

#billy hargrove x oc #stranger things #billy hargrove x original character #sneak peek #unfinished

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boydepartment · 1 year

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JayJay’s mission for the txt album

Target time

Gotta take the dogs out

They’re stubborn

Do MAKEUP and get dressed

FINALLY TAKE DOGS OUTSUDE BY CARRYING THEM

get mom jacket bc cold

Pick up glasses

OUT THE DOOR

Text friend about target on the way there

ARRIVE AND ONE VERSION OF THE ALBUM SECURED

go to Nintendo section

Be really scared asking a lady if they have the other versions

Stand awkwardly listening to a kid being scolded in the isle in front of you

Awkwardly type this while waiting for the worker

Be terrified and scared

Um nerve wracking

CHILD IS CRYING #targetforreal

Child is spazzing out

Still waiting

Nervous

DO I JUST STAND HERE

IM LITERALLY BY HER LITTLE CART SHE JUST LEFT IT HERE

she’s an ally I saw pride stuff that makes me feel a little better being in a same community

SHES TAKING A BIT IM NERVOUS

EYE MANGA SECTION

I cannot beleiev I had enough courage to ask a worker a question

Okay

Round trip guys they didn’t have the different versions but my mom is gonna make my dad take me to an actual k-pop store since he’s been traveling a lot 😋

Anyways! Eventful morning :) today I think I’ll post a “falling in love with him” part. Because those are 50-300 words and I have an idea for Felix 🤭

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jinnto · 3 years

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me: i feel like absolute shit i've been sick for 6 months and now that i have a little free time i want to go somewhere or else i might lose it

my friends: but weather sucky :(

#i <3 hate it here #i can't talk shit on twitter anymore so i gotta do it here #i'm trying so hard to find someone to go out of town with but all my friends have better things to do haha #oh the weather is bad :(( sarah it's february what did you expect #'my mom won't let me' thanks for telling me after we had already made the plans and i've been looking forward to it <3 #'i already got used to the idea that im wasting my life' well maybe i dont want to waste it idk but maybe thats just me #no it's ok i can wait till you make up your fucking minds it's not like they could send me to the hospital again anytime now #and then my dad scolds me for not going out enough k #kthenbye

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justsomegalwhoshere · 3 years

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Daddy’s Small Hero

Note: I’m back with another dad Bakugou fic bitches 😎 this time it’s Baku with an absolute chonk of a baby. Again, this entire thing was inspired by @hanji-is-life and the people who sent the amazing asks there. I can’t stop, they’re so good 😩 also idk how fast a baby’s development is. My little sister was a baby but that’s was 11 years ago- Criticism is welcome as always.

Warnings: cursing cuz bakugou, but just fluff overall. Not prof read

‘Had to go to the hospital quickly for an appointment! Katsumi and Sakura are at school already. Take Katsuo with you to the agency please!

-Y/N <3’

Bakugou sighed as he put down the note and headed to the living room where his son was. He woke up and was surprised to see you weren’t there in bed with him, and was only even more surprised he saw his son was awake in his playpen doing his thing. After finding the note tacked on the fridge however, he understood the situation.

Bakugou looked into the playpen and smiled. His son Katsuo. He looked exactly like his dad, ash blonde hair, red eyes, and an absolute monster of a baby. It’s not that he cried a lot, in fact he hardly cried at all. He was just extremely chunky. He was in 6 month clothes at 3 months old. He was a chunky baby, a chubby tummy and rolls on his arms and legs. Hell, he even had rolls for knees! He was currently in toddler clothes at 10 months old and was trying to shove his fat fist in his mouth. He took notice of his dad and started making grabby hands up at him.

Bakugou chuckled. “Hey squirt, ready to start the day?” His son gurgled.

Bakugou lifted his son up with a soft grunt. “Jesus, did you grow overnight? You get heavier every day.” His baby slapped a drool covered hand on bakugou’s cheek. “..I deserved that.”

After strapping on the baby carrier and putting Katsuo in front of chest, he began making breakfast. Starting with Katsuo’s. Sure, it was time consuming making breakfast for his infant son, but he refused to let him eat that processed shit from the store. Bakugou placed a strawberry and a banana on the counter. He wasn’t sure why he did this, but he let his son choose what fruit he wanted in his breakfast. He read somewhere it was good for development. “K, choose one brat,” he said softly. Katsuo stared before grabbing at the strawberry. “Good choice,” Bakugou responded before dropping a few strawberries in the blender and starting his breakfast. The entire time, he stirred up conversation with Katsuo.

“So what did you dream about last night?”

“Da!”

“You fought Endeavour himself and won?”

“Ba-da-ba!”

“No shit, what did you do after?”

“Baaab.”

“Nice. I’ll make note of that the next time I train then.”

…

After a quick breakfast and a diaper change, Katsuki made his way to the agency, baby bag in hand. It should be ok to take Katsuo today. All he had was paperwork and an interview. Katsuki didn’t want just ANYONE working for him. He needed to make sure those who were hired were reliable people. Bakugou stopped in front of the building and addressed his son in the harness, “this is where daddy works. He runs his own agency. Isn’t that cool?” Katsuo blew a little raspberry.

Almost all eyes were on Bakugou as he entered the building. They went from neutral to confused seeing a drooly baby harnessed on the pro hero’s chest, and even more confused seeing a baby bag in hand.

Ignoring all the prying eyes, Bakugou approached Kirishima, who also was gawking at the baby in the harness.

“What? It’s not a fucking alien, get a hold of yourself.” Kirishima’s eyes snapped back up and looked at Bakugou. He put a hand behind his head sheepishly. “Sorry, I’m just not used to seeing you with your son that often.”

“Hah!? Are you calling me a terrible dad?” Bakugou questioned as his eyebrows furrowed more.

“No! Just drop it, look the candidate for receptionist is already with the interviewer. Just make it quick, ok? And don’t send them running away in tears!” Kirishima called out as Bakugou grunted and walked towards his office. Bakugou stopped in front of his office door and addressed his son once again,

“This is daddy’s office. You excited to step inside?”

“Aa!”

“Well, today I am too.” Bakugou opened the door and saw some interviewer extra behind his desk and a female sitting across from it.

“Ah, you’re here Mr. Bakugou! Please, take a seat!” The interviewer chirped. Bakugou sat down in a chair on the side of the desk and unclasped the harness. He set Katsuo on a sitting position on the desk and dumped some toys there for his son. Katsuo took a chunky plastic block and immediately began to chew on it.

The female blinked. “Umm… is the baby staying here the entire time?”

Bakugou growled lowly. “He has a fucking name. It’s Katsuo. And yes, he is. That a fucking problem?”

“N-no, im sorry sir,” she replied as Katsuo cooed.

“Let’s get this started. What’s your name?” Bakugou said, calming down.

The female cleared her throat. “Akane, sir.”

The interview went along fairly smoothly, Akane answered the questions well and seemed reliable enough to work here, Bakugou noted as he played a bit with Katsuo. Still, Bakugou needed more convincing. He didn’t need another receptionist crying into his coffee cup in the mornings. The more the interview progressed, the more impatient Bakugou became.

“Can we hurry this shit up? It’s almost tummy time for Katsuo!” Bakugou barked. Both Akane and the interviewer jumped at the sudden outburst.

“Sorry Dynamight sir, just one more question and we’ll be done here.”

Bakugou huffed and put Katsuo on his lap, who was trying to shove the block in Bakugou’s face. He chuckled. “Stop that shit, that’s fucking gross, wasn’t it in your mouth?” Katsuo gurgled in response, still shoving the drool covered block in his dad’s face. Akane was distracted at this display. Dynamight, the number 2 pro hero, softening for someone? She didn’t think it was possible. Bakugou looked back up, scowling as he realized no one was talking. “The fuck are you looking at?” He growled at Akane.

Akane yelped and cleared her throat. “N-nothing! Just- just looking around” she said hurriedly as she straightened herself.

Bakugou squinted his eyes and looked down at his son. “What do you think of her, Katsuo?”

Katsuo was currently transfixed on shoving two chubby fingers in his own mouth. Once he finally did babble again, he slapped his thighs while bouncing up and down, making “da” sounds over and over. Akane thought the display was cute before Bakugou spoke up again.

“My son says you’re a terrible liar and that you’re on thin fucking ice.”

Akane shivered a bit. She was going to be here a while longer, wasn’t she?

…

A few more exchanges like that back and forth (Katsuo cooing and bakugou interpreting as a a threat), the interview finally ended.

Akane slumped on the wall outside the door and slowly sat herself down. God, that went terribly! She kept getting distracted by the baby! There was no way she was getting this job! She blew it-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched laugh. Akane registered it was coming from the office. Silently, she got up and peered through the door, which was slightly ajar.

Bakugou was blowing raspberries on his baby’s stomach while Katsuo laughed hysterically. Akane stood there dumbfounded. She never thought Bakugou was the fatherly type. Bakugou kept doing this and laughed along with the baby until he put them down in a sitting position. “Alright brat, it’s tummy time,” he grumbled as he spread a blanket on the desk and laid his son down on the blanket, back facing the ceiling. His son thrashed his limbs around a bit before calming down. Bakugou chuckled and pulled a couple toys out of his bag and settled them around Katsuo. His son tried moving around to grab the toys, cooing all the while.

Akane left before she was noticed. She was confused by this secret side of Bakugou.

…

Despite her doubtful thoughts earlier, Akane managed to land the job as the receptionist at Bakugou’s agency. She liked talking to the people she met everyday, and even met his wife a couple times.

Akane was typing away and noticed someone approaching from the corner of her eye.

“Hello, Mrs. Bakugou! How are you?”

You looked at Akane and smiled, carrying your son. “I’m just fine, thank you! I’m just wondering where Katsuki is!”

“Right here,” a gruff voice responded. Both females turned around and saw the hero approaching both of them.

You gave your husband a kiss and handed him Katsuo and a box wrapped in cloth.

“You forgot your lunch again, I’m starting to believe you’re doing it on purpose” you scolded.

Bakugou laughed and pecked your cheek. “I might start doing it intentionally if I get to see my beautiful wife and son more often at work.”

Akane observed this exchange before Katsuo turned his head towards her, looking at her with wide red eyes and made grabby hands that Bakugou paid no kind to. Akane, however, shivered and turned back towards the computer, typing more feverishly. Those red eyes that looked exactly like his father’s creeped her out ever since that interview. Sure, Katsuo was adorable, but what came out of his mouth was scary.

#bakugou #mha x reader #dad bakugou #fluff #domestic dad bakugou #domestic bakugou #not really but still #chubby baby #mha #bakugou is a little shit #but we love him #idk how to tag help

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sameheart-sameblood · 3 years

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Live While We’re Alive

(gif by @rex-is-best)

pairing: commander wolffe x f!reader

summary: you thought being a newly recruited civilian doctor to the GAR was hard enough until you developed a hopeless crush on Commander Wolffe

words: 2.8 k

warnings: mature, some suggestive talk, mutual pining, medical exams, co-workers to lovers, a doctor having inappropriate thoughts about their patient

a/n: I started writing this awhile ago and then lost all creative motivation but I've been in a Wolffe mood the past few days and sad we didn't get to see him in The Bad Batch so here we are. I'd like to apologize to my doctor dad and all medical professionals everywhere lol. Also, I had intended for this to end in smut but then got lost in feelings so there mayyyy be a chapter 2. We'll see ;)

read on ao3!

You want to fuck him. It’s been decided. This realization couldn’t have come at a worse time, though. You’re surrounded by Jedi and Clone Officers in a very important meeting detailing your next mission. But you only have eyes for one of the men and he’s currently standing at the head of the room giving a briefing to the holo of Master Yoda. It’s a testament to Commander Wolffe’s presence that you barely notice the little green Jedi Master he’s conversing with. Well, his presence and his extreme handsomeness.

When you’d first met him, you’d been truly intimidated. The other women you worked with nodded in understanding, whispering they had been thrown off by his cybernetic eye and prominent scar. But that wasn’t it. You’d noticed those things, but that wasn’t what made you uneasy.

It was the fact that he took one look at you and seemed to see right into your soul. You couldn’t explain it but you felt like with just a glance, he could tell your deepest insecurities. And stars, did you have a lot of those.

You had worked your way up through the medical field and had started your residency at the biggest hospital in Coruscant. After your training ended, you had secured a permanent job there. It had been difficult, to say the least. Though you knew you were qualified, even more so than most of your male co-workers, you still doubted yourself often.

Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi had come to visit you one nondescript Thursday afternoon, telling you of the need for doctors in the GAR. He said you came most highly recommended when he was searching for recruits but still, you thought a mistake had been made and that someone soon would realize and send you back to your normal life. It was a recurring nightmare you’d developed in the past few weeks that shook you from your sleep.

You had agreed to join the GAR, sympathetic to the cause and wanting to do your part. The next few weeks had consisted of you getting your bearings and meeting the rest of the staff at the base . Kix, the clone medic in charge, had helped you learn the ropes and had introduced you to all his brothers. At first, you had been overwhelmed by the sea of identical faces. As the weeks had gone on, you’d learned everyone’s names and they’d made you feel welcome, like one of their own.

The Commander and you had crossed paths several times. He was polite but distant. Not like you blamed him. He had more important things to do than exchange drawn out pleasantries. With each run-in, though, he seemed to be making more of an effort to be personable. Unfortunately, each conversation left you looking more and more like an idiot. Or a di’kut. The boys had been teaching you some Mando’a.

You were a medical professional, a well-respected doctor and yet Wolffe made you feel unsure of yourself. It had been so long since you’d had a crush that you didn’t realize this was what the beginning of one felt like.

*******

As you sit around the war room table, you feel even more like a school girl. Instead of paying attention to whatever Master Yoda is saying, you’re transfixed by Wolffe’s face. The hazy blue light from the holo reflects off his features, making him look ethereal. His scar looks even more prominent and you blush, remembering how often you’ve wondered what it would feel like to let your fingers trace it. And his lips. They’re moving, responding to whatever the Jedi has said. They’re mesmerizing and now you’re thinking of what it would be like to kiss him. Or even better yet, to have those lips pressed against the plushier parts of your body.

You continue to stare until you realize his face has turned to you. It probably only takes you a second to come back to reality but it feels like an eternity. Somehow you’re able to respond to the question.

“Yes, Commander. All medical personnel are prepared for an 0800 liftoff. Kix will take his team with the 501st and I’ll have my staff along with the 104th. We’ll reconnoiter once we’ve landed on Hisseen.” The rest of the table nods, moving the conversation along. Wolffe stares at you for a moment, a hint of a smirk on his lips. You avert your gaze, finding the table a much safer object of your attention.

The discussion wraps up and Wolffe stands at attention, puffing his chest out, before Master Yoda disappears. Once again, your eyes are drawn to him. You’re not sure how but he makes something so mundane look indescribably attractive. Wolffe’s head turns in your direction but you’ve already bolted from your seat, hoping to cool down in the hallway.

Kix pushes through the crowd to get to you. “Hey, Doc. How’d the meeting go?” You shrug. “Nothing new to report. Just making sure we’re all set for our campaign.” He’s shifting back and forth, a sort of glazed look in his eyes. You realize he’s not paying particularly close attention. It’s the look of someone asking you something just so they can request a favor in return.

“Hmm oh yeah, that’s nice. Say, Doc, do you think you could cover for me for a few hours? I have some urgent business to attend to.”

“Since when is playing Sabacc with Fives and the boys urgent?”

“Since I remembered how terrible they are at it. I can make a real killing playing against them.”

You laugh. It’s true. You’ve come to love those men but a lot of them are really horrible at the game. You’ll need to give them a remedial course if you have any downtime on Hisseen. “Of course. What do you need me to do?” He rewards you with a huge grin. “Nothing hard! A few higher ups coming in for their physicals. Just the usual. Make sure they’re in tip top shape to get shot at by some tinnies.”

He gives you the list. It’s only a handful of men but the last one on it makes your blood go cold. “Commander Wolffe needs a physical?” Kix is oblivious to your inner turmoil. “Oh yeah, but he knows the drill. Honestly everyone can do it themselves at this point. We’re basically there to oversee it as a formality.”

You swallow down your apprehension and nod. “Sounds easy enough. Go have fun. And take it easy on them, will ya? Let them keep a little of their dignity intact” Kix just grins and shoots you a wave as he runs off.

*******

Your first few appointments go just fine. The officers are professionals and Kix was right, they could do these routine physicals with their eyes closed. You give them all your seal of approval and settle in to do your paperwork before your last, most anticipated patient arrives. The forms in front of you hold no interest and you find yourself checking the chrono every few seconds.

It’s not easy but you manage to finish your work. You set it aside and take steadying breath. Five more minutes and he’ll be here. You scold yourself. The Commander has never been anything but professional. You’re the one thinking these very unprofessional thoughts.

And you’re a doctor, for kriff’s sake. Your patients should be able to come to you without worrying you may be fantasizing about what they look like naked. But these are uncharted waters. It’s your first time having to deal with a patient you’re this attracted to. They really should take your medical license away.

Just as you’re thinking of packing it all up and handing in your resignation to the Jedi Council, a knock at the door snaps you to attention. Well, here goes nothing. You scold yourself once again for checking your reflection in the mirror before answering the door.

You had tried to adopt a passive, professional look to your face before greeting Wolffe but it must not have worked. “Everything alright, Doc? I’m not early, am I?” You shake your head.“Not at all. Punctual as always, Commander.” You beckon for him to come in and take a seat. You close the door, then sit across from him at your desk.

Your datapad hums to life and you busy yourself opening the appropriate forms you need to fill out. The weight of his eyes is heavy on you and your cheeks heat up in spite of yourself. You push on through as best you can.

“Well, Commander, how are you feeling today?” There’s that ghost of a smirk again but it vanishes so quickly you're not sure if you imagined it. “I feel like a million credits.” You giggle despite it not even being that funny. You’ve got it bad. “Glad to hear it. This should be quick then.” You gather your equipment and get to work.

First, you take his weight. Then, you listen to his heart. You press the stethoscope to his sternum, thankful you can do this over his blacks. He observes you the whole time. “And what about you? How are you today, Doc?” You risk a glance and meet his eyes. That was a mistake.

“Me? Oh-um just fine. Maybe not like a million credits but a few hundred at least.” You trail off dumbly but he humors you with a chuckle. You’re not sure you’ve ever heard that sound from him before. It’s like music to your ears. “Anything I can do to help? You do look a little flushed. Are you sure you don’t have a fever?” You avert your eyes again.

“No. I’m alright. It’s just, uh, hot in these uniforms. The coarseweave doesn’t breathe.”

“You sure? Maybe I should be the one giving you a check-up.”

You realize he’s toying with you now.

“That won’t be necessary, Commander.”

You move on to check his lungs. “Breathe in for me.” You move the stethoscope to his chest, then move it around a few different spots on his back. “You can call me, Wolffe. If you’d like.” He breathes in every time, not even needing prompting, ever the dutiful soldier, even when he’s teasing you.

“I would like that. Thank you, Wolffe.”

Next, you measure his blood pressure. You’re shocked that it’s so low. He sees the look of surprise on your face. “Something wrong?”

“Not at all. The opposite, in fact. Your pressures are great. I just thought with your lifestyle they might, understandably, be a bit higher.”

“What kind of lifestyle do you think I have?”

You’re backtracking as quickly as you can. “I just meant, your life as a soldier, it must be extremely stressful.”

There’s that smirk again. “It is. But you don’t get to be a Commander by not being able to handle the pressure.”

“Of course. But even so, if you’d like some stress relief techniques I can suggest some.” He hums as if really thinking it over. Thankfully there’s only one part of your exam left. Which is good because you’re not sure how much resolve you have remaining.

“Everything looks great. I’ll just do a head and neck exam and then I can send you on your way.”

You need to touch him for this part but you stop yourself, hands hovering but not quite meeting their destination. You feel like once you touch him, really feel his skin under your fingers, there may be no going back.

Wolffe sees your hesitation, then slowly reaches out to take your hands. You watch with wide eyes as he guides them to his neck. He looks up at you innocently enough but you can tell he’s laughing internally. You try to reign in control of the situation.

“Sorry, I just got distracted.” The Commander studies you but this time it’s in earnest. “Are you nervous? This’ll be your first time in an active war zone, right?” You had been anxious but not about that. But now that he mentions it, yeah, you honestly don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.

“Yes, I’m not sure what to expect. I guess you could say I’m a little scared.” Wolffe gently holds your chin, directing you to look back at him. “I won’t lie. It’ll be overwhelming and frightening. Battles can seem never-ending. But I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You’re staring into each other’s eyes and you don’t want to stop. But then he’s clearing his throat and gently removing his hand from your skin. You realize you’ve been resting your own hands on his shoulders this whole time. “Thank you, Wolffe. I do feel much better knowing you’ll be there.” You offer him a smile, hoping it conveys just how much you appreciate him looking out for you.

You begin your exam, gently kneading where his neck meets his shoulders, checking for any anomalies. Then you move to his throat. The throat you’ve so often been distracted by. It’s featured prominently in your daydreams. You move your hands along it, under his jawline. Having a man this powerful baring one of the most vulnerable parts of his body to you is intoxicating. Focus, di’kut.

Everything feels normal except for some knots you find resting right below the surface of his smooth skin. “Lymph nodes feel good. You’re a little tense, though. But I bet it’s from that bucket you have to wear most of the day.” He hums in thought. “True. But even so. Maybe you could give me some of those ideas for stress management?” He looks up at you with big eyes. There’s mischief in them but something else. Vulnerability?

You gulp audibly. “Of course. There are a few that work particularly well, um, like deep breathing techniques, going on walks, talking with friends, meditation, journaling, physical activity…” You’re rambling, fighting a losing game against your resolve. Wolffe thinks on it. “Physical activity seems like a good place to start.” His hands come up to gently cover yours that are still resting on his neck.

The sensation of his calloused fingers on your skin sends shivers down your body. You close your eyes, feeling the last of your self-control topple over. “Wolffe,” you whine “We shouldn’t…” He immediately drops his hands, worry etched on his face. “I’m so sorry. It’s just- I thought you wanted-.” He cuts himself off, snapping up to his feet and to attention. “Doctor, you should report me to General Plo Koon for immediate disciplinary action.”

Dank Farrik, you’ve just ruined everything.“Wolffe! No, I’m not reporting you to anyone. If anything you should report me for being so unprofessional.” His shoulders relax a bit but he still eyes you as if you’re a live grenade that might explode at any second. “What do you mean?” You sigh in frustration. This isn’t how you wanted to confess your feelings to him.

“I…want you, Wolffe. The second I realized that I should have asked to be re-assigned to a different battalion. Instead I thought I could push those feelings down and continue to do my job. Looks like that was a mistake.” You hang your head, avoiding his piercing gaze. He’s silent for just a moment but it feels like an eternity.

“So, you want me and I want you?” You nod your head, ashamed, as he continues. “Then what’s the problem, Doc?” Your eyes snap to his, not believing what you’re hearing.

“Isn’t it wrong of us?”

Wolffe sits down on the exam table again, genuinely thinking on it. “I don’t see why. We’re both consenting adults. We don’t work directly with each other- I report to General Koon, you report to General Kenobi- so there’s no real conflict of interest. The worst we’ll face is a little ribbing from the boys if they find out.”

You raise your head to look him in the eyes, needing to make sure he’s serious and that this isn’t some twisted joke. What you find staring back at you is hope and promise. He senses your trepidation and gently takes your hands in his. “I’m sorry if I came on strong. But the thing about this life is that there are no guarantees. Tomorrow isn’t promised and so I figured I’d rather go for something, someone, that I want and have my heart broken rather than regretting my inaction.”

Your eyes roam the scars on his face, evidence of just how true his words are. You’re heading into active battle tomorrow. One or both of you could be injured, or worse. You step towards him. He spreads his legs so you have room to get closer. You rest your forehead on his, breathing him in.

His hands come up to caress your sides. You take a shaky breath. He questions you softly. “Cyar’ika?” Ah, now that’s one of the new words you definitely remember. His vulnerability makes you ache and the decision to hand your heart over is an easy one. “You’re right, Wolffe. Might as well do some living while we can.”

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its-me-im-coraline · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet // Ethan Torchio

words // 2383

warnings // smut, clearly its nsfw headcannons

pairing // Ethan Torchio x GN!Reader (might be mentions that seem like they are for f reamer but comeon theres lingerie for every body 👁️👄👁️)

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request // yes, it was a reblog i cant find it right now

summary // self explanatory

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Regarding you, Ethan is the king of after care. As rough as he can be in bed, that’s just how sweet he can be once you're done with it. Goes full on dad mode (don’t know how else to explain this). He will have water, painkillers if you’re now in pain, a washcloth to clean you up, new clothes, and of course the cuddles.

“I’m alright, Ethan. I can do it on my own,” you say as Ethan walks to you with the wet cloth ready to clean the mess he made on your body.

“I know you can, amore. I just want to take care of you,” he says as he leaves a kiss on your lips.

I can also see him being the one to make a big fat breakfast the morning after, or at least get up early to pick something up.

Now I also feel that he is in need of some aftercare. It depends on the day really, if he’s had a pretty rough day and all I feel like he’d ask for some backrubs after. In this case he’d fall asleep so quickly like omg. But on the biggest part I see him feeling the need to reassure you that the things he said (i think we already established that this man would call you a slut) are not how he feels about you and will be asking if you feel the same.

“Do you love me?”

“Wha- of course I do, Ethan! Where is this coming from?”

“I don’t know… I guess - I guess I am worried that you don’t after what I said.”

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

When it comes to himself I feel like he really likes his chest and arms. Like I don’t know but I see him really getting off with you pretty much mastubating on his chest. Ya know what I mean? (i think you do you little sluts). He pretty much enjoys anything you do on his chest. I can imagine him looking at the mirror after you two had sex, seeing the cum on his chest along with the marks you have left and just smiling.

“What are you looking at, love?” You ask, seeing as the man is standing in front of the bathroom mirror from your spot on the hotel bed.

“Nothing, just the mess you made.”

“Mhm, and I bet you like it, huh?”

“You have no idea… Hey, are you sure you got tired? Cause I think I can do another round.”

As for his arms, as I said, he simply really enjoys that he can man handle you anytime, get you in any position he likes and feel you scratching them from the pleasure.

When it comes to you, Ethan is an ass guy. Say what you want but the man is an ass guy, end of discussion. He loves anything that involves your but. It does not explicitly have to be something like anal. He simply enjoys seeing your butt and holding it in his hand. It does not matter if it’s big or not, if it has stretch marks or whatever. Wear lingerie that he likes or that itty bitty teeny weeny bikini if you wear them or even some tight pants that make your butt just poìp and he can not contain himself.

I think I have said that to someone here (i think I had sent an ask to zodi @ icouldbeyourputtet) before but I feel like this man is very into spanking, like not even the rough malicious way. but this very wholesome chill way.

You had been talking about it all day, not having had a minute alone with each other for days, you could only dream what you could do that night after everyone left.

A playlist was playing in the background and a cigarette was burning on the ashtray next to your legs, you assuming a similar position, as said cigarette, bent over Ethan’s lap as he caressed your ass cheeks and back, playing around with the lingerie set he had gifted you a while back. (Did I just go to search my fave porn vid, lol exposing myself, and get disappointed because I can’t find it and translate it into fanfiction? yes yes i did, so bare with what i can remember)

“It’s okay, baby, you can take a little more, come on,” he praised, leaving a spank and yet another soft rub on the very red cheek.

He continued, going with the music, a very nice pattern, not very rough spanks but just enough to cause pain, pleasure and redness all over. Accidentally the man landed a few very rough ones causing a gasp and a series of giggles as you practically fell off his lap.

“Ethan, what the hell?” You laughed getting up from the floor and this time sitting on the man’s lap, sharing kisses with him.

“What,” he copied your action and laughed, “it was not intentional. I got carried away by how nice your butt is.”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He is and is not messy. He will not want the cum to be in every surface possible you know, he will be careful but at the same time this man just loves to see his cum on you, whether it’s your back or your stomach, or in you if you’re ok with it. I bet he has a teeny weeny breeding kink but not necessarily because of the idea of breeding you but rather because he looooves seeing his cum run out of you… I'm not sure if this falls in the breeding kink category but alright

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes to fuck you while watching porn.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like he is pretty experienced. From what they band has said in interviews and stuff, he seems to be getting some pretty often (no one, NO ONE, is surprised at that). He is not acting arrogant tho (not unless that’s the dynamic of the night), he is willing to learn what works for you and you specifically

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

As I said this man is an ass guy so I’d say anything that involves having the view of your ass. Humor me but i think he’d really like 69 with a female/afab partner (don’t know if this works very well with two dick-baring people lol). It has it all, eating you out,

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think it can be both with him. He will not exactly try to make jokes but if something like the previously mentioned spanking incident happens it’s def welcome.

Now as a general rule I see him being pretty serious. I will be honest, I’m getting brat tamer vibes from this man so it’s all pretty serious when you really get into it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Considering he’s an Italian man and if you look at a lot of photos of him he def fit the ‘mediterenean’ man type. I see him just barely grooming. I don’t see him really shaving or whatever but he also wouldn’t want you to choke on pupic hair, he much rathers you choke on his dick

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It all depends, really. He can be quite intimate with you but it all depends on the moment. There are different occasions for everything. For example, and this is a paradox that I hope I’m explaining well enough to understand, he is not very rough (will not be very aggressive and stuff, like to the extreme those tik tok boys want to pretend they are with their * growling * ew) but he will be rough. intimidating looks, spanking just enough to make you feel pain and redden up your ass cheeks. He’s like that mostly when you are being bratty.

Most of the times, like we’re talkin kind of lazy sex moments, it more wholesome ig, like very intimate and just comfortable and almost comforting. Ok, but like why do i see him having sex and having casual conversation (not the most common, i see this as like lazy day off, having nothing else to do and not being like super horny but being more like h o r n y … am i making sense?)

Setting the scene, you two are at home, both have a day off but it’s kind of raining so any of your plans are ruined. At this point it’s at around 10 am, not early, not late. You have missed each other and both have made it obvious but you are both in a very tired state so you opt for something not too much.

Plain and simple missionary is what goes around this time, Ethan on top just holding your legs around his waist,, going at a pretty medium pace.

“It’s a pity the weather is bad today,” says Ethan staring out the window.

“I know, we were going to go to the beach… I’m bummed about it,” you say, short of breath as the man continues his pace fucking you.

“Mhm, true. But this is better, amore, no? I’ve missed you so much,” he breaths out the last part, moans interrupting his words.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does that pretty often, especially if you are not around to help. Sometimes it’s because of you that he needs to. I would def see him exchanging naked pics with you and at first he does that to tease you but he ends up teased when he sees a video you sent of you masturbating.

Bets that he’d be taking photos and vids of you fucking on occasion so he goes to these when he misses you on tour.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

As I mentioned previously I see Ethan to be a brat tamer. That I see to be the main kink that kind of works around everything else.

“Can you stop this, slut? It has gotten exhausting. I told you no noise but here you are,” he ordered, looking down at you trembling below his finger tips.

His face was quite stoic, voice never wavering from the strict and cold tone he tended to have when scolding you on the daily. Most times it was leaving a cup out of the sink but this time the scolding came from misbehaving. As if it was not enough that he was punishing you for being a brat and riling him up all morning, now you had to disobey orders. It was getting to him for sure.

“I’m sorry daddy,” you whisper, Ethan seeming satisfied with the response.

“Aw, why so tame puppy, now you decide to be nice?” His tone stayed the same, his words imitating a joke but the whole ordeal was not even close to it.

Now as for other kinks (did I open a site because I could not think? yes, shut up), as a result of being a brat tamer dom there are some few more kinks accompanying specifically that. He is def into bondage, both tying you up but also being tied up on occasion.

“Puppy, I have told you that is not a way to treat me. Untie me,” he says calmly, wrists tied on the headboard of the bed, eyes fixated to you.

“Well, why not? You do it all the time,” you whine, placed on all fours, facing Ethan as you lean towards him on your hands, “I want in on the fun.”

If only he was not tied… Ethan’s mind was already going places, figuring out exactly how he would punish you after you untie him -or after he escapes the restrains, whatever comes first. You knew that, very well - in all honestly that was the plan, that is always the plan.

“Amore, let me go. Let me go and your punishment will be tame,” he voiced looking at you, now positioned on top of his lap, touching yourself right then and there.

“I sense you want to be punished puppy, don't you?” You simply nod your head, eyes closed in pleasure.

“You see, the problem is you will not enjoy what I am thinking.”

“Mhmn.”

“Well, get yourself off now that you can, cause after I get my hands on you… You’re not getting to cum for days, amore.”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly, anywhere. I can see him having a preference to the luxury of either of your houses or a hotel room but if you push his buttons just right, some restaurant’s bathroom it is.

why can i imagine him having sex at a weeding venue’s bathroom….. omg…..

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Honestly, both. I feel like he would be extremely good at giving it, but would never opposed to receiving

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s ok with them but he doesn’t love them, ya know?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

Is surely try to do new things but it will always depends on what it is.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Come on. This goes without saying. He is a drummer for a living. He can surely go on for long…

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I def feel like he has a fair amount of toys. Some for himself, some for you… He looooves using them to punish you.

(small mention to my last fic little puppet)

“Beautiful, puppy! You have been doing so good for us, taking your punishment so well, but we are not done yet.” A buzz sound is what concerned the girl, eyes widening at the toy.

It was a small remote virator, imitating sucking on the clit. The drummer placed the girl over his knees, stuffing the toy between his leg and her clit, shocking the sensitive bud. “I think you can take a few more spanks,” said the man, landing one at the expanse of her thigh, the skin giggling at the contact.

“Damiano, count,” ordered the assertive man, seeing his friend kneel in front of Y/N, kissing her and then doing as he was told.

“I think we were left on twenty-three. Twenty four,” he began, counting all the way to forty before the ordeal was over.

The whole time Y/N was shaking, just about to fall off the edge, asking for permission to cum but her wishes were not granted just yet. She was exhausted, overstimulated, frustrated, and now unable to move on her own. But, oh man did she need more. The two men were more than willing to assist her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A ton! It’s his specialty. Maybe one of his most common punishments is edging and teasing. He can drag it on for days

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is not very loud but is surely encouraging you to be.

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imagine-that · 3 years

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Rough days

Pairing: Andrew Deluca x pregnant!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, lots of fluff

Requested by @mayascorner

AN: It’s been a while! This one is short but I loved writing it (even though I’m not the biggest Deluca fan lol) and I hope you guys like reading it. Catching up on some requests, as you can see so probably more to come soon!

You carefully walked through the hospital, practically waddling with the size of your belly. The baby kicked again and as overjoyed as you were, you just wanted it to stop.

“Morning y/l/n. Sure that isn’t twins? The bump is definitely big enough.” Alex teased with a smirk as you waddled over to him, swaddling your belly with your arms.

“Ha ha. Don’t even joke about that Karev!” You warned, continuing on your way. Your appointment with Carina was in a few hours so you had enough time to scrub in on at least one case.

Though many surgeons often decided to stay all the way up until a few weeks before they’re due date, Andrew had insisted you take early leave, knowing you would over work yourself if you didn’t. He was definitely right because you’d been taking every spare moment to jump on a random case and wanted to continue to do so until your last day.

“Y/n! You’re supposed to be resting!” A voice scolds from behind you and you mentally curse your slow walking.

“Andrew, I was just going to scrub in on Karev’s service. It’s just a simple bronchoscopy to get a toy car out of a kids throat. I’ll be in and out, I promise.” You groan, turning around to face him.

“Fine but afterwards you go to your appointment and then home to rest, ok mi amore?” He says, raising an eyebrow at you as he speaks. You smile goofily at the way his voice accents in Italian.

“Yes baby, I will do just that. Now go. You’re on the board with Grey. Good luck with that.” You giggle, pushing him towards the board to get him back to work.

He turns back to you and gives you a quick peck on the lips, smiling down at your large bump once more before he rushes off, muttering facts about the patient under his breath and making you giggle.

“Coming y/l/n?” Karev calls after you, making you rush over as quickly as you can.

“Sorry Karev.” You mutter sheepishly, following him into the room and continuing on with your patient as per usual.

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That night...

You shove your face into a pillow closest to you, groaning into it as you feel tears pouring from your eyes.

“Mi amore, I’m home!” Andrew calls from the living room. You carefully wipe your eyes, trying to stop the staggered breathes and sniffles you’re having.

“In the bedroom baby.” You shout back as evenly as possible, not wanting to worry him.

He enters the room and smiles at you but his smile drops when he sees your puffy eyes.

“What’s wrong mi amore?” He asks, sitting next to you, his face one of pure concern.

“N-nothing. Just a f-few mood swings is a-all.” You stutter, sucking in your quivering bottom lip and avoiding his eyes.

“Y/n...” Andrew says, obviously knowing your lie.

“Fine. Karev and I lost the little girl for the bronchoscopy. It was such a simple procedure but- but she didn’t make it. She was doing perfectly fine! But then her toy fell farther because my hand moved and she choked more and-and I don’t know what happened next because that’s when Karev k-kicked me out. All I know is that they lost her after that and that I shouldn’t even be in medicine.” You cry, letting your head fall against his chest as you began to sob.

“Sshhhh. It’s ok baby. It’s ok.” He says soothingly, rubbing in circles around your back

“What if I do the same to our daughter Andrew?” You murmur miserably into his chest.

“Well unless you’re going to be your own doctor, which I don’t see working, I don’t see how that would be possible princessa.” He says with a smile, but you let out a sigh, resting your head in his lap as you lay down.

“I mean what if I do something wrong that could risk her health?” You clarify. He frowns down at you worriedly.

“Darling have you been having these thoughts a lot?” He asks, his eyebrows knit together in concentration.

“No...” You say, wondering where it could possibly be going.

“Then you have no need to worry about it now. You’re a doctor, you would know if you did something wrong.” He assures you, looking you square in the eye as he speaks.

“Not according to Karev.” You mutter.

“Well Karev is a tool and everyone knows it. But he loves you, you can’t worry too much over this. Stress is bad for the baby mi amore.” He reminds you, stroking your hair gently. You hum in approval, shutting your eyes in exhaustion.

“She kept me up all night kicking last night. What if the exhaustion is how I messed up? Or how I grabbed the wrong lunch?” You suggest.

Andrew chuckles. “My love, you grab the wrong lunch everyday.” He reminds you, making you smile up at him softly.

“Right.” You giggle. You snuggle in closer to him, holding his hand in your relaxed state as he rubs one of his hands over your back in circles.

You slowly let yourself cuddle into his lap, eyes still shut and body completely still other than your breathing.

After a few minutes, Andrew lifts you gently, moving you over to one side of the bed and tucking stray hairs behind your ear.

His voice starts to fill the silence but you don’t stop him, listening to his words in curiosity.

“My princessa, we love you so much. Please stop giving your madre such a hard time. She loves you more than anything in this world, she can’t wait to meet you. Try to go easy on her.” He hums, stroking your stomach lightly.

You try your best not to smile, not wanting him to know you’re awake to hear.

He sings in Italian for a bit, something he rarely did, even if you begged him to. It made you want to giggle but you resisted, not wanting him to stop.

“I can’t wait to hold you in my arms princessa. I’m already in love with you. We don’t have a name for you yet but whatever it is, it’ll be perfect for you. Especially if your clever mom thinks of it. Let’s hope you look like her.” He says in a husky sweet voice.

“I’d much prefer if she resembled her dad.” You giggle softly, turning your head to face him. His brows raise in surprise as he moves back a bit, his cheeks tinged pink in embarrassment.

“Mi amore, I thought you were asleep.” He says sheepishly.

You shake your head, smiling to him.

“No and I’m glad I wasn’t. You just reminded me why this is all worth it. She keeps me up now and soon she’ll be keeping both of us up but she’s ours. We’ll get through all the sleepless nights the way we do everything else; together.” You promise, wrapping your little finger around his tightly.

“I love you Andrew.” You whisper to him, nuzzling up to him on reflex.

He beams, glad to be able to call you and the little baby girl growing inside you his.

“I love you too mi amore.” He says back, pulling you closer into his chest, never wanting to let go of moments like these.

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 3 years

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Nowhere | Rafe Cameron x reader

Requested by MEEEEEE lol / Summary: Rafe has nowhere else to go after Ward kicks him out of the house and he finds himself on the doorstep of your house. What will the rest of the pogues think of your new roommate?

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It was way passed one o clock in the morning when you woke up to someone knocking on the door. “no... shut up..” You groan, turning over and pulling your pillow over your ear to block out the knocking.

Part of you should have probably been worried to be woken from your slumber to someone knocking, but you lived on the cut and lived in the marsh where you didn’t have anything worth stealing. You should have also been worried about being home alone, but your father worked an oil rig off shore and he wasn’t home months at a time, so you were use to being home alone.

The person continued to knock and you muttered some curse words before finally tossing the blankets off you and heading toward your front door, “I’m coming! Jesus..” You had to rub the sleep out of your eyes to make sure you weren’t dreaming and to make sure your mind playing tricks on you because this had to be a dream. Rafe Cameron is standing at your door.

“I had no where else to go.” He croaks as he lets his shoulders fall, “He kicked me out.”

You and Rafe weren’t for the usual pogue vs kook thing like everyone else on the island was. You’d even go far enough to call yourself friends. Friends who’d had a few intimate moments.

You ushered him into the house and closed the door behind him before wrapping your arms around him in a hug. It was then that he let everything out and started to cry in your arms. “I’ll never be good enough for him...”

You two stayed up talking for the longest where he’d explained what went down before Ward kicked him out. You offered your place to stay for as long as he needed, but he would need to pull his own weight, which meant trying to find a job. He turned his nose up at the suggestion, “Me? Rafe Cameron working?”

“If you want to eat and live then yeah. You, Rafe Cameron working.” You laughed, shoving his shoulder, “It’s called not everyone has a rich daddy.”

He groaned as he fell back on the bed, “How horrid!”

“I do it almost everyday! It’s not that bad.” You laid down next to him, “I’ll ask around, see if I can find you something.”

He turns his head to look at you, “Thank you. For letting me crash and offering to help find a job.”

“I’m just paying you back for saving my ass that night.” You’d been at the wrong place, wrong time and was about to be arrested for it when Rafe had appeared out of no where and talked to the officer. Telling the officer you’d been with him the whole time and weren’t anywhere near what had happened.

He turns on his side and props himself up on his arm, “Couldn’t let you go to jail. You’re too pretty for jail.”

You can’t help but let your heart flutter at his words. He was serious with his compliment but you weren’t sure how to react. Deciding to play it off, you playfully roll your eyes, “And you’re too pretty to live on the streets.” You laugh and reach over to turn off your light, “Let’s go to sleep.”

“What the hell is this!” Kie screeched as she’d opened the door to your bedroom, the pogues behind her. You all had plans today to go fishing, but you weren’t waiting on the dock when they arrived so they decided to see what the hold up was. They didn’t expect to find you curled in bed with Rafe Cameron.

“Shit!” You quickly sit up, remembering the plans you all had, “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Not what it looks like?!” JJ asks.

“Looks like you’re in bed with Rafe Cameron!” John B adds.

You groan and throw the covers off you, getting out of bed, shooing them out the room, “I’ll explain.”

Rafe groaned as he woke up, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.. just go back to bed.” You said softly, pushing the pogues out of the room. “I’ll handle this.”

He watches as you push the pogues out of your room and shut the door. Uh oh.

“What the hell y/n? Have you lost your mind?” Kie asks as soon as y’all make it to the living room.

“Out of everyone, Rafe Cameron?” Pope asks, “He’s given us shit for months!”

“Like I said before, it’s not what it looks like. We didn’t sleep together.” You head into the kitchen to make you a cup of coffee, the pogues following.

“Then why is Rafe Cameron in your bed?” John B asks.

You debate telling them the truth; “Can you guys just trust me when I tell you it’s not what it looks like?”

“No, we can’t. Not after everything that asshole has done to us.” JJ answers, “He’s a snake and a kook. There shouldn’t be a reason for him in your bed.”

“Okay first of all, who is in my bed is none of your concern.” You warn JJ with a point of a finger, “You’ve fucked almost every girl on the island and every touron who gives you a look, so you can’t say shit. and second, he’s a friend who needed a place to crash, so I gave him one.”

John B scoffs at that, “What Tanneyhill didn’t have enough rooms for him?”

“No asshole, his dad kicked him out. You happy now?” You grab the sugar and cream and set them on the counter.

“It’s Rafe Cameron, he could have gone to anyone else on this island. I mean anyone, he’s friends with everyone. But.. why you?” Pope asks with suspicion.

“Yeah, y/n. Why would he come to you, a pogue he is supposed to hate looking for a place to stay?” Kie asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You know that night you all ditched me after shit went down at the Boneyard? Yeah well, Rafe was the one who talked me out of being arrested.” You look up at them, “He’s the one who saved my ass while you all just ditched.”

“We couldn’t get arrested either. You could have ran.” JJ scoffs, “We all did.”

“They already had it surrounded by the time I reached the tree lines.”

“Okay but that still doesn’t answer the question of why you.” John B says, his hands on the island in front of him.

“I don’t know john b maybe he sees me as a friend?! If you haven’t noticed, he’s stopped fucking with you guys, including me. The kooks who mess with us aren’t his buddies. He’s a good guy, if you’d just get to know him. If you’d just give him a chance.”

Kie gives a half-hearted laugh, “Get to know him.. Yeah okay. You mean sleep with him, don’t you? You’ve slept with him?”

You step up at Kie, “Like I told JJ, who I fuck is none of your concern.”

“Alright. let’s just calm down.” Pope mutters, stepping between the two of you, “Kie, y/n is right. Who she.. sleeps with isn’t our concern.”

“Yeah but y/n you should have told us about this. About you and Rafe. Maybe it wouldn’t have come with such a shock.” John B states with a shrug.

“It would have been the same reaction you all have now. What does that matter? You all would still be scolding me for getting even close to Rafe or thinking of him as a friend.”

“She’s right though.” JJ mutters and gives a shrug when the pogues look at him, “I mean it’s the truth. You guys really think we’d be okay with it if she told us it from the beginning?”

“Fine whatever, okay then why is he here? Why’d his dad kick him out?”

“I don’t-”

“Because I didn’t want anything to do with him or his business.” Rafe interrupts, walking into the kitchen and to your side at the counter, “He wanted me to take over the company, be just like him and I said no.” He glances down at you then back up at the pogues, “Plus, I told him I was in love with someone he didn’t approve of.”

“You’re.. in love with her?” JJ asks, pointing to you.

You’re looking up at Rafe in disbelief, “Me?”

He scratches the back of his neck, “yeah.. I mean this wasn’t how I wanted to tell you...”

“I love you too..” You whisper with a smile and pull him in for a kiss.

“oh no.. don’t do it.” JJ groans covering his eyes.

“Well shit.” John B mutters.

“I guess pogues vs kooks is over now?” Pope asks.

Rafe smiles into the kiss, holding you against his body, “I guess I’m a pogue now that I’ve been kicked out?”

You shook your head with a laugh, “Oh honey, you’re definitely still a kook.”

“yeah no you’ve never worked a real job in your life.” Kie laughs, “You’re a kook.”

What else was there to say to you? He loved you, you loved him. The pogues were your friends and even though they’d have to get use to it, they’d still support you and Rafe’s relationship because that’s what friends are for.

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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LIGHTWOOD BANES WEEK - MAX & RAFE

“There he is!” Max grabbed Rafael and started running towards the balcony.

It was a Christmas party so there were too many people. All of them too tall and too loud. But it didn’t matter. Max and Rafe were on a mission today – a mission that cannot fail.

The two children zigzagged through the crowded banquet hall and made their way to the balcony – which was empty except for two people.

Max ran straight to the man and hugged his leg tightly. The man was startled for a second but quickly pulled up the boy with one arm.

“What are you doing, you little monkey?” he demanded.

“We need help,” Max said, giggling while hanging off the man’s bicep like a little monkey indeed. “We have a mission.”

The man peered down to notice the other boy, this one much quieter, but his brown eyes carefully observing the surrounding.

“Oh, they are both so cute,” the woman standing next to him cooed. “Who are they?”

“This is my nephew Max,” the man pointed at Max, who grinned at the red haired lady. “I’m not really sure who the other one is.”

“This is Rafe,” Max introduced as the man dropped him to the floor carefully. “I am love him.”

“Hello, Rafe,” the man ruffled the boy’s hair – or tried to. Rafe didn’t much appreciated people messing up his hair. His Bapa spent a lot of time styling it after all.

“This is Uncle Jace,” Max introduced proudly. “And that’s Cwawy. Uncle Jace has a crush on Cwawy.”

Uncle Jace, who had seemed smooth until then choked on his champagne.

The red headed woman peered at him with sudden interest. “Is that right?”

“Max, that was a secret!” Uncle Jace complained. “You are a worse wing man than your dad!”

“Stop blaming the child,” Clary – or Cwawy – laughed. “What can we help you with? Are you hungry? Can you reach the banquet table?”

“We can reach the banquet table,” Rafael replied indignantly.

Well, Rafe might have had to carry Max on his shoulders to reach the cupcakes. But this woman didn’t need to know that.

“What do you need, little man?” Uncle Jace asked. “You okay?”

Max pulled the man down by his jacket. “How to kiss someone?”

“How to what now?” Uncle Jace blinked.

“How do you kiss someone?” Rafael asked, seemingly impatient.

“Why do you want to know?” Clary raised a suspicious eyebrow.

“Aunt Izzy said kissing means you love them,” Max pointed out seriously.

“Well, not always,” Uncle Jace replied.

“Oh no,” Max’s face dropped.

“Well, I mean people can kiss sometimes when they are in love but-”

“Oh yeah!” Max’s face beamed.

“What’s with all the questions?” Jace laughed. “Who are you going to kiss?”

“Not me,” Max giggled. “Dad.”

“Who is your dad going to kiss?” Clary asked curiously.

“My Bapa,” Rafe said proudly.

“Ohhhh,” Jace and Clary said in unison.

“So, how do people kiss?” Rafael asked again.

“Well, you can’t force people to kiss,” Uncle Jace pointed out carefully. “They should kiss only if they want to.”

“Oh?” Max asked.

“Yes, that’s very important,” Uncle Jace nodded seriously.

“Unless they are standing under a mistletoe,” Clary said into her glass.

Uncle Jace looked up at the mistletoe hanging on the threshold and started blushing. “I didn’t mean-That’s not what I-”

“Seems like your Uncle Jace doesn’t want to kiss me,” the lady with the red hair grinned.

“What! I never said tha-”

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” the kids jumped up and down.

“But only if you want,” Max pointed out seriously.

Uncle Jace smiled at that. “Just a peck?

Clary smiled back. “Just a peck.”

Uncle Jace gave a quick peck to her lips and drew back. “Oh boy.”

“Are you in love now?” Rafael asked, his eyes hopeful.

“Okaaaay, that’s enough inquiring for one night,” Uncle Jace told the kids, blushing more furiously now. “Off you go, you lil ducklings!”

“Good luck with your mission,” Clary waved at the kids.

Max and Rafe ran back to the main hall. All the other kids were gathered around the tree or sneaking snacks from the dessert table. But their mission was important.

“My Bapa is talking to Uncle Ragnor,” Rafe pointed out.

“Daddy is with Aunt Maia,” Max reported back.

“We need a miss…missli-” Rafael struggled. “We need the thing!”

“Yes!” Max nodded. “Let’s ask Uncle Jace again.”

They ran back to the balcony. But Uncle Jace and the lady were not talking anymore...

“Gross,” Rafe made a face.

“Hehehe,” Max giggled. “Uncle Jace is in loooove.”

Rafael grabbed Max by the arm and ran back to the banquet hall again.

“We still need miss..li,” Rafael struggled again. “How do you say that?”

“Miss lily toes,” Max told his friend. “That’s what Uncle Jace said.”

“Are you sure?” Rafe asked skeptically.

“Yes! Yes!” Max nodded vehemently. “We need miss lily toes!”

“Where do we find them?” Rafe asked worriedly. “The party will be over soon.”

“I know where to find them,” Max grinned and they ran towards the garden.

Rafe ran after him. When Max found the woman, he pulled at her skirt.

“Hello, sweety!” the lady in black pinched Max’s cheeks.

“Aunt Lily,” Max quickly told Rafe.

“Miss Lily!” Rafe gasped.

“Oh wow, you’re polite,” Miss Lily laughed. “Where is your dad?”

Rafe shrugged off the question. “We need your toes!”

“My what?”

“Your toes!” Rafel insisted.

“Max, is your friend okay?” Lily asked.

“Yes!” Max replied. “We need your toes!!!”

“My toes?” Lily laughed again. “For what?”

“To make our dads kiss,” Rafe explained.

“Your dad-” Lily’s eyes glimmered in realization. “But why my toes? What kind of voodoo nonse-”

“Uncle Jace said people have to kiss under Miss Lily Toes,” Max explained. “So, we need your toes. Pwease!”

Lily laughed harder now. “Do you mean a mistletoe?”

“Ohhhh,” the boys said together. “Yes. That! Missile Two!”

“Let’s go find you one,” she grabbed their hands and walked back to the big house.

“There!” Rafe pointed at one near the window.

“Nah, that’s just a from a tree outside,” Lily chuckled.

“Then why is Aunt Izzy kissing that boy with the glasses?” Max asked.

“Those two kiss everywhere,” Lily chuckled.

The boys giggled.

“There is one!” Lily pointed and quickly plucked it from the threshold before anyone started making out under it. “Here you go!”

“Thank you, Miss Lily!” Rafael beamed.

“We’ll invite you to the wedding,” Max winked with both eyes. “Byeeeee!”

They ran back to the banquet hall and spotted their fathers.

“Okay, let’s meet near the staircase,” Rafe said and they both ran in opposite directions.

They found each other in exactly five minutes.

“Max, stop pulling on my trousers!” Alec complained. “I’ve told you not do that! Didn’t you learn your lesson last Christmas?”

“Uncle Jace wears superman underwear,” Max giggled.

“What’s so urg-” Alec stopped talking abruptly. “Magnus, what are you doing here?”

“I have no idea,” Magnus said. “My son just dragged me here.”

“Mine too!” Alec pointed out.

“What mischief have you two been up to?” Magnus asked.

“Hold on,” Rafael said calmly and pulled out a mistletoe from his pocket like doing a magic trick. “Ta-da!”

“Where did you get that?” Magnus chuckled.

“Santa,” Rafe snickered. “Now kiss!”

“Now what?” Alec blinked.

“Kiss!” Max yelled. “Uncle Jace said people kiss-”

“Uncle Jace said what?” Alec demanded. “Where is he? I’m going-”

“He is kissing girl with red hair,” Rafe pointed out.

“About time,” Magnus snickered now.

“Aunt Izzy is kissing too!” Max squealed. “Now you!!”

“Max!” Alec chastised. “You can’t just ask people to kiss like that!”

Max frowned and Rafe didn’t seem to like that one bit.

“Why don’t you want to kiss my Bapa?” Rafe demanded, hands on hips and all.

“Yes, Alexander,” Magnus asked, biting his lip to keep himself from laughing. “Why don’t you want to kiss his Bapa?”

“Because!” Alec blushed scarlet. “This is highly…It’s not ok…We are not even under a mistletoe, Goddamnit!”

“Alexander, no swearing in front of the kids!” Magnus chastised.

“I was just tr-”

“Hold on,” Rafael said and started climbing the bannister like little acrobat and held up the mistletoe. “Okay now?”

Alec gaped at the boys.

“Well?” Magnus asked.

“I…Um,” Alec scratched behind his ear. “I don’t k-”

“Kiss, Goddamnit!” Max demanded.

“Max Michael!” Alec gasped.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” the started chanting, jumping up and down. The two men worried soon they might get a viewing party.

“Only if you want to, daddy,” Max hugged his leg and let go before chanting again.

“For the kids?” Magnus asked.

“Um,” Alec said, his pale cheekbones now painted in pink. “Yeah okay. For the kids.”

Magnus grinned before pulling the other man by the tie and kissing him. He was about to let go when Alec pulled him back by the jacket and kept kissing him.

“How long do people kiss?” Rafe whispered to Max.

“I don’t know,” Max whispered back. “This is too long.”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Max pulled his father back by the trouser.

“Now, fall in love!” Rafe demanded.

“Rafael, that’s rude!” Magnus scolded gently.

“Fall in love, please?” Rafael asked nicely.

Alec laughed at that. “He is cheeky. Like you.”

“And he is cute,” Magnus pointed at Max. “Like you.”

“Maybe…” Alec blushed. “Maybe we can talk about them a little bit more over coffee?”

“I’d like that,” Magnus grinned.

“What’s happening?” Max whispered to Rafe.

“I don’t know,” Rafe whispered back as he took Max’s hand. “But I like it.”

“I like it too,” Max grinned and squeezed Rafe’s hand.

#I dont what kind of crack fic this is but here have it lol #lightwood bane family #max and rafe #lightwood banes week #dani writes stuff

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msawesomehalffinishedfics · 3 years

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Would you stop bleeding on my couch? Sean Wallace imagine

A/N: I’m sorry, this took me forever to get to writing, mostly because I haven’t gotten around to watching Gangs of London to the end, and I just had exams and have been overwhelmed by life. But I am actually proud of this very finished imagine (Which is ironic for a blog called half-finished-fics, but what can I say? ALSO I kinda played fast and loose with the timeline/storyline. Please request different characters if you'd like, and thank you to @screechingdreamercollectorsblog for requesting, and to the anon who was pushing me to write it. I’m slow okay? But worth it? Hopefully? I hope you enjoy, do tell me if you do, or don’t. :) - Em

Sean woke up uncomfortable feeling first the burning pain on his shoulder. Everything came back to him, the ambush, him getting dragged off to a random car. He remembered fading in and out of consciousness, drinking some whiskey to dull the pain. Getting sown together in a dingy bathroom. He opened his eyes and looked around, not remembering where he was, and how long he had been there. He knew his family was probably freaking out. He was a little freaked as well. He looked around the small apartment and did not recognise any of it which made him nervous. He made an attempt to sit up, but groaned in pain as he did so. He heard something from the other room and tried to fumble around for his gun but found nothing. He raised his fists as best he could as the other person walked to the living room. He furrowed his eyebrows when he found a woman standing there, she looked vaguely familiar but not really. She looked at him annoyed which made him keep his guard up.

“Would you relax, so you can stop bleeding on my couch. Which you are replacing by the way.” She said annoyed crossing her arms, he looked at her even more confused feeling weird about being scolded by this woman he did not know. She had saved his life but he knew that was not a guarantee that she was on his side. He was not sure anyone was anymore.

“Who, the fuck are you?” He spat in his normal demanding voice, if she was going to be rude he could be too, and he needed to know who she was, and where she had put his phone so he could at least tell his family that he was okay. She rolled her eyes at him but walked closer to him, clearly inspecting his wounds while doing so.

“Relax. I worked for your dad, and you. Not usually a nurse, but strange times.” She said sarcastically, he was still unsure about her, but saw no reason for her to lie right away, at least if he could get home to his family soon, he would be sure to pay her off and that would be the end of it. As long as she did not torture him and he did not tell her too much he should be good. Well, more so when he found the motherfucker who had shot him.

“You ripped your stitches, dickhead.” She said annoyed lifting up his bandage and he hissed a little in pain but looked at her annoyed.

“Well, sorry for sitting up and being defensive, seeing as I woke up somewhere I don’t know without my phone, with a stranger.” He said sarcastically and she scoffed at him which he took a little offence too, no one dared to speak and behave like this around him, yet if she worked for them, she must know who he was and what he was. Meaning she was either bold or just daft, he was betting the ladder. She sighed and got up, reaching her hand out to him.

“Come on. Let’s get you stitched up before you bleed out on my couch.” She said and he looked at her and before she nodded and got down so he could put his arm around her, and she help carry him to the bathroom. She stitched him up in silence after cleaning the wound once again. He recognised the bathroom from the haze and was fed some more whiskey. She started talking again when she was putting the wrapping on it.

“Your phone’s in the kitchen. Took us a little time to crack the code, but I got your mums number and called her, she knows you’re here and alive, for now, told your brother too.” She said calmly now, and he looked at her as she was gently putting the bandage on his wound, if it did not hurt so much he would have thought it would be nice to be treated like this.

“Come on, back on couch, and if you bleed on it one more time. I’m ripping your stitches. K?” She said annoyed he chuckled a little at how she was treating him. He was used to getting respect so it was almost amusing seeing her like that. He laid back down on the couch and groaned a little in pain but did quickly get comfortable. She went to the kitchen for a bit and brought them both back a sandwich which he gladly ate.

“So, you’ve been out for two days. And yeah, your mother and brother knows you’re here. We’ll move you as soon as they know it’s safe and you can move without ripping up your shoulder.” She said and he nodded taking in the information.

“And then, you’re paying for my new couch.” She said with a confident smirk and he chuckled a little amused at her. She raised her eyebrows and looked him her judgingly.

“I’m sorry, am I amusing you. You’re paying for that couch. I liked that couch.” She said sarcastically maybe even defensively he still could not wipe the smirk off his face, it had been years since someone dared talk to him like that.

“You are amusing. Because either you don’t know who I am and who you’re insulting. Or you do know, and you’re just daft.” He said and she huffed out a breath annoyed and crossed her arms.

“Oh, I know fully well who you are. Sean Wallace, son of Finn Wallace, ceo of the Wallace coperation, and the London underworld.” She said ending in a sarcastic smile. He raised an eyebrow interested in her response.

“Then you know the last person who disrespected me got beat into a pulp before getting a bullet in his brain.” He said ending with a smirk, she leaned closer to him from her seat across from him, like she was gonna tell him a secret, then she smirked.

“I know. But seeing as you ripped your stitches from sitting up a moment ago, I would love to see you try. Besides, it’s clearly been too long since someone verbally wooped your ass.” She said ending with a sarcastic smirk which was getting on his nerves already. He could not wait till he was well enough to get away from this annoying woman.

“Can you at least tell me who you are?” He asked it being clear now that she did know who he was she just did not care, which was not a good sign. If his own employees were disrespecting him like this, he imagined the other gang leaders were following suit. He wanted so badly to not screw up his fathers legacy, and he already felt like a screw up and then all of this added pressure, he did not need this girl he did not know being annoying with him right now. She just scoffed at him and leaned back.

“Yeah, right. So you can know my name and address? No thanks. You’re probably gonna get me murdered or something.” She said crossing her arms defensively saying it in a matter of factly tone. Sean sighed and decided to be a little open with her.

“Look, unless you try and torture me and infiltrate my life to get information, I can’t really justify using the kind of money it would cost to have someone kill you and clean up afterwards. Okay, luv?” He said earnestly, she looked like she was considering it, but she was still clearly on the defence. But she sighed and uncrossed her arms.

“Promise not to murder me?” She said a little defeated Sean almost chuckled a little at that. Contrary to popular belief and his recent interrogations about his fathers killer, he did not just go around killing people left and right.

“Don’t torture me or sell information about me to the police, and then I promise.” He said calmly and she chuckled a little at how absurd she realised this kind of conversation was.

“Fine. My names Y/N.” She said sounding a little defeated in giving up this information. Sean smiled a little feeling like he had at least won a little bit of their conversation.

“Well, Y/N, could you get me my phone? I need to get some business in order.” He said and she sighed and nodded before getting up. She walked to the kitchen and back about to hand him the phone before she stopped and he looked at her annoyed both of them knowing fully well he could not just reach for it in his current position.

“For the record, I’m not your servant. So, it’s please, and thank you, got it?” She said annoyed and Sean chuckled a little, he kind of like her. She was definitely bold, and she did not give a shit about how she talked to him. She had spunk. It had been a while since he had met someone who had spunk like that. At least in front of him. He nodded and she gave in and handed him the phone.

“Thank you.” He said a little mockingly as she walked away she flipped him off before entering the kitchen not even turning around. He called his mother to asses the situation. Sadly he was told it would probably be a while since he could be moved to the safehouse and even then it would be risky to move him. No one knew about Y/N, she was after all just a nobody who worked for him who had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. She was pretty safe for the time being. Not that he minded having to spend more time with the woman, she was definitely interesting, in a disrespectful kind of way.

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“Would you quit your whining?” She said annoyed after Sean groaned for the tenth time that day from shifting from his lying position. She was sat at her desk clearly doing something else, but he could not help that he was in pain and her stupid couch was uncomfortable. So he found himself annoyed and glaring at her.

“I’m sorry, is my pain from my bullet wound annoying you?” He hissed annoyed at her nagging. He sometimes found her sarcasm a little intriguing, but after three days cooped up in her tiny apartment, they were both getting on each other nerves. She smiled at him a little kindly and he sighed a little relieved hoping to finally get an ounce of sympathy from the woman.

“Thank you, it is rather annoying.” She said sarcastically and he groaned in annoyance once again, she glared at him annoyed now.

“You could be a bit more considerate since it was less than a week ago I had a bullet in my shoulder!” He said annoyed and she just sighed and looked at him annoyed.

“Well, you snore, a lot. So I guess we’re both making sacrifices here.” She said and he groaned once again in annoyance at her. There was no winning with her. He had been there for a few days and they had done nothing but bicker. It was seriously frustrating.

“Could you stop being a bitch for two seconds! I’m sorry I groan every now and then, but I have been on this couch for a few days and I am uncomfortable. It might have something to do, with the fact that I have home made stitches in my shoulder!” He yelled at her his anger reaching its peak. He knew it was wrong after he said it call her a bitch, but it was all too much right now.

“Fuck off. I’m doing you a massive favour hiding you here. If you could stop being a prick for two seconds and actually be a little grateful towards the woman who saved bloody life, and is currently regretting that decision!” She said back through her teeth clearly annoyed as well. He huffed in anger and tired to turn away from her she just groaned in anger and left the apartment to get some fresh air.

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Billy came by the apartment and smiled at Sean, bringing some clothes for him. He smiled at his brother and chatted with him for a bit. A little annoyed that he was risking his life to get him a clean pair on knickers. But glad to see him, really glad.

“By the way, Y/N, the girl you’re staying with love her. I was by one of the days you were out. She is the best.” He said and Sean looked at his brother confused, what woman had he met? And had she switched places with the one he was cooped up with.

“Who are you talking about? That girl, hates my guts, and does nothing but bitch about me existing in her space. She is getting on my nerves.” He said honestly and Billy just chuckled a little.

“You’ve just forgotten how real people behave around each other when they’re not scared of disrespecting each other and their territory.” He said and Sean rolled his eyes at him, but still smiled a little.

“You’ll get along. You’re probably gonna have to stay here for a good while anyway.” Billy said and Sean looked at him surprised.

“What? Why?” He said a little worried and Billy was clearly a little taken back by this.

“Relax. I thought mum told you. She is just worried so says it’ll be a few weeks at least before she’s even thinking about moving you to our safehouse. Guess you’re gonna have to get used to Y/N.” He said with a small smile, and Sean sighed at him a little annoyed at this news. He barely wanted to spend another minute let alone weeks with this girl.

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He got better within the week, and started getting up and walking around a little. He tried to be nicer to the girl since he was stuck with him for a while. He walked into the kitchen when she was cooking one day and smiled a little leaning against the counter.

“It’s good that you’re up and about.” She said casually, but clearly in a natural, which he found a bit frustrating.

“Look, I am trying to be nice here. I know this situation is not ideal, but could we please just try to get the best out of it?” He pleaded a little, he was at the end of his line with being nice and being met with sarcasm. She sighed still having her back turned away from him, but she took a moment before turning to look at him.

“Yeah. Sorry. I really don’t like people in my space, especially bleeding on my couch and bathroom. And even less in longer periods of time. I have lived alone for a long time, I like my space just so, and you’re kinda, disrupting that.” She said honestly not looking him in the eye. He smiled a little, that was perfectly reasonable. Maybe a little too reasonable, but she had so far given him no reason not to trust her. He even saw her get ready for work in the morning and saw the employee badge. It all seemed real.

“That’s alright. I know I have a bit of a short fuse too, but you are stuck with me. So just tell me what to do. And maybe disrupting your rutine a bit won’t be too bad.” He said smirking a little and she rolled her eyes at him.

“Too far.” She said and he chuckled a little glad he could still push her buttons. She turned back to cooking their dinner.

“By the way, on top of the couch you are also either giving me a raise, or helping pay for food, you eat so much. And stop touching my maltesers!” She said with a small smirk but clearly meaning the last part. He chuckled a little amused and put up his good hand trying to convey innocence.

“Okay, a raise or reimbursement, got it. But I’m not the one who ate your maltesers.” He said trying to convince her. It was him, but he would not admit that. For some reason he found it a bit emasculating that he liked sweets. He was a big strong, badass, gangster and leader of the London underworld. Sweets did not exactly fit his image. He saw that he had clearly failed to convince her, when she snorted.

“Sure. I mean it’s not like there is only two people in this apartment! How are you a mafia boss? You’re a terrible liar.” She said looking at him almost a little baffled at the end. He looked at her a little amused but did take offence to her last comment.

“Shut up. I’m an excellent liar.” He said daring her to tell him otherwise. He knew fully well he could lie like it was nothing. She scoffed again and crossed her arms at him walking a bit closer.

“Riiiight. And what was I exactly supposed to believe right there? We are the only people in this apartment. I know I didn’t take them. Which leaves one other person. What was I supposed to think, that the tooth fairy took them?” She said sarcastically and he chuckled a little and shrugged.

“Well, maybe it’s because it isn’t about something important.” He said and she raised an eyebrow at him clearly getting an idea.

“Okay, try me then? Lie to me.” She said challenging him, he found it a bit intriguing and amusing but took the challenge and stepped a little closer to her.

“It gotta be a little personal, the best lies are. So for example. I would do this.” He said with a smirk, before using his good hand to trace down from her shoulder to her hand before gently grabbing it and lifting it just a bit. He then looked into her eyes at she looked at him a bit shocked but he just smirked, she had asked him to lie to her.

“I think you’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. And I really wanna kiss you.” He said slowly and not too high of a volume, but still above a whisper. She looked at him a little stunned but then he pulled back and smirked, a little too proud of himself.

“See? I’m an excellent liar.” He said and she just rolled her eyes at him finally being pulled from her little daze. It was a little intriguing to him that he could make her behave that way.

“Whatever. I could totally tell you were lying.” She said clearly just trying to cover up how weird that had made her feel, he chuckled a little.

“Right.” He said dragging the word out laughing a little at her as looked at him annoyed.

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They did start getting along a lot more. He helped out around the house as best as he could with his shoulder. They seemed to naturally develop their own little rutine around each other. She was still sarcastic and annoying and not taking any of his shit. But it was growing on him a little. He found himself liking that he could annoy her so easily, and she could annoy him so easily. It was like she had direct access to his brains annoyance center. But he liked pushing her buttons, and it was becoming more and more in a joking manner. He was not exactly the type to have friends, but after a week and a half with her, he would not mind calling her that. She was funny and threw popcorn in his face if he disagreed with her or talked during a movie. They had also taken to pushing each other lightly when other was being annoying, of course both being conscious of his still healing shoulder. As time passed and they found themselves more and more at ease in each others company. He almost felt a little awkward having to sit shirtless in front her as she rinsed his wound and put a new bandage on it. It felt almost intimate, which they had not been anywhere near since he had lied to her. It was a lie, or at least back then it was. She was funny, annoying but still, and sweet, and playfull almost. He clearly liked her company, and he liked that she was not afraid of him at all. She was pretty too. He found himself more and more admiring her eyes and smile and the way her hair flowed and especially started noticing when she would walk around the apartment in those tight yogapants on the weekends. He tried to shake all of those thoughts from his head. She tried to stop herself from looking at his shirtless body, it was not like she did not notice, she had needs and she was not blind. But he was also annoying as hell, and a rich prick. But he was also annoyingly sweet sometimes, and funny and he was annoying but there was something weirdly and much to her dismay endearing about how he liked pushing her buttons. As they had spent a lot more time together and learned each others rutines and stuff it was obvious whenever he was annoying now that it was on purpose. And there was something a little thrilling about him, she did not know if it was just her old and she hoped dormant attraction to a little bad boys, or if there was just something about how easily it was for her to get under his skin. It was almost in a sadistic way fun for them to get under each others skin just a little. Besides he was great looking which was hard to avoid with a guy you lived with. His stubbles, his clear blue eyes, his dimples, she had seen him at the office and while there was something about seeing him in his tailored suits his much more casual clothes along with his gold watch was still something she found annoyingly attractive. But she tried to push that thought to the back of her head.

After a month living in her apartment, they were sitting on the couch watch telly when the door opened revealing Sean’s mother, she smiled at Y/N and then Sean. Y/N looked to Sean confused, but he just shrugged signally that he did not know his mother was coming by.

“We found out who tried to shoot you. They’re tied up right now. We can go home love.” Marian said relieved and glad to see her other son unharmed and safe. Sean nodded with a smile, a little excited to go home and sleep in his own bed.

“That’s good mom. I’ll pack and we can go.” He said and she smiled as he got up to pack she turned towards Y/N who stood up feeling a little out of place now, but Marian just smiled at her kindly.

“I cannot thank you enough for keeping Sean safe. I hope he was not too much trouble. I don’t know how we can ever repay you. But know that you are always welcome in our home if you need anything.” She said taking her hands in hers and looking Y/N in the eyes clearly meaning every word. Marian would do anything to keep her sons safe, and this woman had helped with that. Y/N just smiled and nodded.

“Thank you. No worries. He was a little annoying in the beginning but he has grown on me. Besides, he knows what he owes me.” She said a little amused and the last part a little louder making sure Sean heard it. Sean chuckled as he shook his head at her. She had kept reminding him. He packed the last things before meeting his mother and Y/N in the hall.

“Yeah yeah, couch and a raise, I know.” He said feigning annoyance but smiled fondly at her, she just chuckled and Marian looked between then a little confused but said nothing.

“Because I don’t want to forget it.” She said a little sarcastically, and he chuckled a little once again.

“Oh, I am not gonna miss that.” He said and she rolled her eyes a little but kept her smile on her face. He smiled at her earnestly now and looked her in the eyes.

“But seriously, thank you, for everything. However reluctantly you did safe my life. So thank you.” He said earnestly, she blushed a little not knowing how to handle him serious all of a sudden, she stood there for a moment clearly happy about how grateful they were not used to being thanked like this. She ended up shoving him lightly out of instinct and just not know how to handle this serious side of him.

“You’re welcome. At least now I can have my maltesers in peace.” She said trying to deflect how weird and awkward and like a school girl with a crush he had just made her feel. He chuckled a little and shook his head, before leaving with his mother.

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They both got back to their normal lives. He started noticing her now that he could go back to the office and they would smile at each other if they did see each other but never talk. It was like an unspoken agreement, that he had his life and she had hers, even if they had both put it on pause for a little month. He somehow missed her couch a little, when he got back to his own bed, it was somehow too soft and he tossed and turned trying to get comfortable in it again. She in turn found herself thinking something sarcastic and turned to say it to him, but stopped herself when she realised it had been a reflex and he was not there anymore. She texted him a picture of her new couch which he had transferred money for. He sent her a smiley back, but they never took it further. He was back in his life. Trying to run a business and a gang while trying to figure out who killed his father. He had too much on his plate, and he definitely did not need anyone knowing there was any more people he cared the slightest about. She hated to admit it, but she was missing him, her small apartment somehow feeling empty without him there. So when she found his shirt with her laundry she first tossed it to a chair nearby thinking she could return it whenever. But that night when she could not fall asleep, missing even his stupid snores, she grabbed the shirt and found herself calmed a little by the familiar scent. He found a black t-shirt that was too small for him, so he figured it was hers he must have grabbed in his haste to pack. He first thought nothing of it but when he could not sleep at night, he found himself reaching for it, it was so familiar now, and somehow calming. He did miss her, and he knew it was stupid and irrational, but he found himself not being able to concentrate and one night he simply had enough. He did not care that it was the middle of the night he got in his car and drove to her apartment, knocking on her door. She opened it and looked at him confused.

“Sean?” She asked and he smiled a little.

“What are you doing here? It’s one in the morning. I have work tomorrow. For your company.” She said sarcastically and he could not help but smile a little more that. He had missed her voice, and her stupid sarcasm.

“Honestly? I fucking missed you. I just, I have so much to do, between work for the company and the other side of it, on top of trying to find out who killed my dad. And yet, I missed you. So much.” He said earnestly but honestly just a little frustrated with himself. She smiled a little and leaned against her doorframe.

“And who says I missed your ass?” She said challenging him and he smirked a little at her for doing that right now. But he looked her over and grinned a little.

“Well for one, that looks like one of my shirts.” He said and she looked down having not realised that was the t-shirt she had grabbed to sleep in. She looked back at him embarrassed but he was looking at her so annoyingly proud. He did like that she had clearly missed him too, why else would she wear his shirt to bed. He liked it on her.

“That proves nothing.” She said crossing her arms in protest refusing like always to let him just win. He stepped forward a little confident, so they stood pretty closely.

“Right. Remember when you told me to lie to you?” He asked and she looked him in the eyes a little shocked. She had tried not to think about that day. She did, but she tried not to.

“What about it?” She asked clearly some cracks in her sarcastic demeanour which he was proud of that he could do still.

“It’s not a lie anymore.” He said looking at her earnestly. He meant it and he wanted to see if she felt the slightest same way. Her eyes widened a little she was surprised by this but tried to gather herself again.

“So what are you gonna do about it?” She asked not really knowing how to respond and just said the first thing that came to mind. He smirked and got closer to her.

“Well, if you’ll let me. This.” He said before gently putting his hand on her cheek. They looked into each other eyes trying to read the other. Before he finally saw no objection and leaned down letting his lips meet hers. It was gentle at first but soon they both started pulling each other closer wanting more. She walked backwards slowly and he slammed the door behind her, not pulling away from her. He might have been disoriented when he first woke up on her couch, but that was nothing to how she was currently clouding all of his thoughts, but this time, he was not complaining.

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Prom Night

SFW, inspired by this imagine from @jeanslove

Jean Kirschtein x fem!Reader

Word count: 1998 -- LOL, ironically the year of my senior prom

Warnings: None, this is all SFW cotton candy fluff

“Y/N, will you come take one more picture before Jean arrives, dear?” Mrs. Kirschtein asked sweetly, her professional grade Nikon camera dangling from her neck. You adore Jean’s mother -- this woman who might as well be your own mom, as much time as you’ve spent at her house with your best friend Jean. She thinks the world of you and was delighted when Jean asked you to be his date to senior prom. She was over the moon when your parents invited her over to take pictures of the big moment when Jean whisked you away to the dance. In the two hours it has taken Jean to secure his rental tuxedo and your corsage, your mother and Mrs. Kirschtein -- Mama K as she likes you to call her -- have probably snapped hundreds of pictures of you from every angle. She was posing your hand on the waist of your red satin gown in front of the old upright piano where your father gave you and Jean lessons for years when you heard the cheery tones of your front door bell.

“Honey, he’s here!” your father calls to you from the door. “And he looks real sharp, like a fine young gentleman. Come on in, Jean,” he beckons to your date, and your father is not wrong. Jean is dressed to the nines in a black tux with a red vest and red bowtie matched to your dress, his shiny patent leather shoes gleaming in the light of your living room. Despite his attempt to sound suave in his text to you earlier, now his face is almost as scarlet as his outfit. He manages to find the words to say thanks and shake your dad’s hand nervously, who claps Jean’s shoulder with such a heavy hand that he has to take a step to the side to catch himself from stumbling.

“Oh Jeanboy, you’re here! Come in here by the piano so I can take pictures of you two dressed up,” his mother calls and you are surprised to learn that Jean’s face can turn an even deeper shade of red. “Look at my handsome boy!”

“Mother, please!” he groans as she drags him by his elbow and you follow trying to suppress a laugh at Jean’s protests at his mother publicly doting on him. She fusses over your dress for a few moments, straightening the hem while she instructs you to angle your shoulders just a little this way and tilt your chin up. She grabs Jean’s wrist and pulls him to stand behind you, then places his hands on your waist. “Sorry about this,” he mutters to you as she continues adjusting his stance.

“It’s ok,” you smile reassuringly, and it really is. You’ve had a crush on Jean for the longest time but didn’t want to do anything to endanger your friendship, especially since he’s your next door neighbor and it would be awkward as hell if it went sour. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy having his hands resting lightly on your waist as his mother flits about. She takes a few steps back and peeks through the camera lens to frame the shot and then steps over again to nudge Jean closer to you, closer, closer still, until he’s standing so near that you can smell the minty gum he’s chewing mixed with the cologne he bought for the occasion, a light botanical scent that reminds you of rain and freshly cut grass. His hands are trembling slightly, probably from the fact that he’s practically standing on top of you with your parents right there. His mother, finally satisfied with the shot, begins snapping pictures. Jean relaxes a little as your mom and dad crack jokes and tell stories about their own prom adventures, though the tremor in his featherlight touch near your hips betrays his nerves. After what seems like an eternity, his mother decides she has enough pictures and begins to shoo you and her son to the door.

“Mom, wait a second, will you? I have something for you, Y/N.” He strides to the table next to the front door where a plastic clamshell holds a delicate white rose fastened to an elastic band. He pops open the box and pulls the bud out, then slips the elastic around your wrist -- you note to yourself to thank him later for opting for this corsage and not one that would be pinned to the front of your dress; considering what a jittery mess he is he’d probably stab you with the pin.

“Thank you, Jean. It’s lovely,” you say as you bring the bloom to your nose. The scent blends perfectly with your vanilla rose lotion and you close your eyes as you inhale deeply. As you open your eyes, you see Jean is watching you with a dopy smile and it evaporates as soon as he realizes you saw it. He looks down at his feet, then runs his hand over his fresh undercut.

“You are lovely,” he whispers, then looks around the room with a sheepish grin. What a relief -- all of the adults are reminiscing about their high school days and are blessedly unaware of the two of you. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, thankful that this stage of the night is coming to a close.

“It’s getting close to seven, it’s time to see you two off,” your mother smiles and walks you to the front door. “Have fun and remember, curfew is midnight.”

“Thanks, Mom,” you nod. Jean is whisking you out the door, eager to leave before his mother can stop him for another round of photographs. As you stumble over the threshold, you are shocked to find a black limousine parked in front of your house. The chauffeur, leaning against the passenger door and dressed in a black tuxedo himself, sees you approaching and moves to open the door for you. You stop in your tracks and gape at Jean. “Is this for us?”

“Yeah, silly… who else would it be for?” he laughs. “Cinderella went to the ball in a carriage, right? Every princess needs to arrive in style.” He pulls a pair of aviator sunglasses from his pocket and puts them on, then flashes you that crooked smile that makes your heart feel like it’s going to race out of your chest. He takes your hand and turns to wave to his mom who has followed you outside, the shutter of her camera snapping as she takes another hundred or so photos. Jean looks dashing in his tux and shades and you feel like you’re getting a glimpse of the man he’ll become -- handsome, confident, cool as hell. He helps you into the limo and as if the universe couldn’t miss an opportunity to humble him, Jean bonks his head on the doorframe and yelps a curse.

“Jean Kirschtein!” his mother scolds him, then rushes over to examine his injury. He holds her at arm’s length and rubs his head, the aviators sitting askew on his face now and for the second time you have to hold back a giggle -- you can tell he’s not physically hurt too badly but his pride certainly is. He mumbles an apology to his mom for the profanity and slides into the limo with you, taking the sunglasses off. You lean over and peer at his forehead.

“I think you’ll survive but you might have a bruise tomorrow.”

“Oh good. I knew everything was going too well,” he complains and you laugh out loud this time.

You’re still a little confused why he would go to such an expense -- it wasn’t like you were actually dating, and in fact the reason Jean is your date tonight is because you made a promise to each other that if the two of you didn’t have a date to senior prom that you’d go with each other. He probably feels sorry for me, you think to yourself. You wonder why he wasn’t able to secure someone else as his date, though. You know for a fact there are several girls and even a couple of guys in your graduating class that have turned their attention on Jean but he never seems to be aware of their interest. He turns to you as the limo pulls away from the curb and you’re grateful to finally be out of the glaring attention of your family and just relax with your friend.

“Jean, thanks for this,” you gesture around you at the limo’s interior. “This was unexpected but very sweet.”

He scoots a little closer and your breath catches in your throat as his knee bumps into yours, the black satin stripe on his tuxedo pants brushing against the red satin of your dress. “Of course, Y/N. I wanted to make tonight special for you,” he smiles shyly. “I hope you don’t think I went overboard or anything -- mom actually suggested this.”

“Oh,” you reply, a little let down that the thoughtfulness came from his mother and not himself.

“She said I owed you after chasing away everyone else who wanted to ask you to be their date tonight,” he chuckled, turning red again. You stare at him dumbfounded at what he just dropped so casually.

“What?” is all you can manage to squeak out and he shows that lopsided grin you’ve come to cherish.

“I know we said we’d be each other’s date if no one else asked… but I kind of cheated. Mina Carolina asked me but I turned her down, and I … uh… I might have warned every guy in our class that I’d kick their asses if they asked you to prom.” His grin faded into a sheepish look as he looked into your wide eyes and fumbled over his words. “I hope you’re not mad. I just… I didn’t know how to tell you that I like you. A lot. More than best friends. For a long time now.”

“Jean, I like you too. Way more than best friends,” you whisper and feeling an impulse of bravery, you thread your fingers with his and squeeze his hand.

“Would you … um… would you be my girlfriend, Y/N?”

“Oh my god, I thought you’d never ask. Yes!” you breathe and he tilts your chin up to look into your beaming face. The look of relief and adoration in his eyes melts your heart as he softly kisses you -- your first kiss, and his as well. He goes to lean his forehead to yours and then swears quietly, feeling the bump he received earlier. You giggle and gently kiss the sore knot on his forehead, and he laughs too. He’s warm and wonderful sitting so close to you and you feel like you’re dreaming, enchanted by this sweet clumsy boy.

The limo pulls up to the entrance of the school gym and Jean, more carefully this time, leads you out of the vehicle into the school. Sasha greets you at the door, both of you gushing about how pretty you look in your gowns and Connie fist bumps Jean when he sees you’re still holding his hand. Jean opens the door for you and ushers you into the dimly lit gymnasium, decorated with silver and blue balloons and streamers, fairy lights strung along the walls to resemble constellations, and leads you through a tinsel-curtained archway that reads A Night Among the Stars. There are certainly stars in his eyes as he leads you onto the dance floor and you fall into a comfortable swaying rhythm as you wrap your arms around his neck, his hands resting on your hips with just enough distance between you not to alarm any of the teachers and chaperones. What you thought was going to be an awkward night of goofing off with your friends has become the night you’ve dreamed of -- the night you finally get to hold Jean and call him yours.

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