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flyiingsly · 6 months

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Reinforcements

Square : Medic

Pairing : Keeli x gn!jedi!reader

Warnings : established relationship, angst, violence, mention of reader's death and death in general, blood, reader being shot and injured, mention of medical equipements

Wordcount : 3k

Summary : As the battle of Ryloth is raging and the planet is under Separatist's blockade, you and your men are secretly send as reinforcements to help General Di and Captain Keeli's batallion to face the droid army. You are ready to do whatever it takes to save their lives, even sacrificing yourself.

A/N : Here is my third submission for the @clonexreaderbingo ! I'm absolutely head over heels for that man, he's one of my favs and I think that he deserves more love (in a completely objective way, of course 😄) I'm still not over what happen to him in Clone Wars, so I had to write something to fix it ! (yay ! another Everybody Lives AU !)

Disclaimer : I'm still struggling to understand English grammar properly, English is not my native language and even if I have proofread my writtings several times, there is probably still typos in it. I'm very self conscious about it and I apologize for it in advance, but I'm doing my best to do better and I'm actively working at improving my writting skills !

So if you spot a typo, feel free to point it to me so I can correct it, it will be much appreciated :)

Your heart was beating faster than ever and you were awfully nervous, absolutely unable to stay quiet, your hands fidgeting with your lightsaber handle, twitching it again and again between your fingers, waiting desperately for the ship’s hold to open. You were standing still nonetheless, but your hands and your head were unable to find rest. Frightening thoughts were flashing up behind your eyes, sending shivers down your spine. What if it was already too late ? What if, while you were waiting here, the fight was already engaged and about to be lost ? What if they were already dead and that the last thing on their minds was that they had been abandoned to their faith ? It was unbearable. You were doing your best to look as calm and as composed as possible in front of your men, but it was a pretty hard exercise.

You knew that General Di and his garrison were doomed if no reinforcement was sent their way, so you and General Skywalker got an idea. Food supplies were about to be sent to Ryloth to help the population survive despite the separatist blockade and attacks. So, you decided to hide with your men inside one of the food supplies containers and wait for them to be throw from the sky down to reach the ground without being caught be the enemy to help them.

It was the perfect plan, your best and only chance at first, but the negotiation led by Senator Organa took longer than expected, and the supply ship departure was delayed, which wasted precious time given the urgency of the situation.

Suddenly, you felt an abrupt jolt as the container was finally released. The fall was quick, and the impact was so violent that you and your men were send flying against its metallic walls, falling on top of each other. You stay disoriented for a few seconds, before your inner voice screamed you to move. You get up on your feet, quickly helping your soldiers to stand up.

“Are you ready ?” you ask, looking at them with determination.

“Yes ma’am !”

“Let’s go then !” you draw your lightsaber, its blue light filling the confined space, followed by the warm glow of melted metal as you cut it open to create an exit.

As you hastily escape the container, bullets immediately started to fly toward you. The landing of the container has drawn the attention of the droids posted on the area, and now they were coming for you. You frantically look around you, searching for the presence of other clones around, while shielding your men with your lightsaber.

In the distance, you catch a glimpse of a flock of clankers heading toward one particular spot. The force signature that was emanating from there was highly recognizable : it was them.

“This way !” you scream to your men, opening a path for them by slicing the droids out of the way.

As you grew nearer, more and more bodies of fallen troopers were laying on the ground, and you pray to arrive soon enough to, at least, be able to save a couple lives.

You were running as fast as you could, cutting through everything that was getting in your way, trying your best to prevent your men from being shot, when you hear a piercing scream behind you. One of them was on the ground, an impact on his chest.

“No …” you mutter, knowing that you couldn’t do anything for him anymore. Turning around wasn’t an option, you needed to move forward no matter what.

“No !!” you scream with rage, sending a force wave to repel the attackers that were chasing you. The force signatures were getting closer, but you could feel that they were filled with struggle, and that their strength was starting to teeter.

Time was running out, and your pace wasn’t fast enough. You suddenly stop running, shouting to your men to stay close to you. You released another force wave, more powerful than the first, creating a wide empty perimeter around them.

“I’m going ahead, it’s the only chance to save them on time. This space I just created will give you a little advance on the droids, meet me there as soon as possible, be careful, soldiers !” you shout, looking at your clone captain. As soon as he nodded to you, you start to run again, and after a few steps, jump into the air, using the force to propel yourself.

***

At the center of the droid’s attention were only two men left. The jedi Master and his Captain were exhausted and overwhelmed, but they were still standing, determined to fight until their last breath. The free space around them was getting smaller and smaller, their bodies were tired, and they could feel death inevitably coming their way.

“So this is it, this is how it will end …” Captain Keeli was thinking, when suddenly, a violent tremor made the ground shake beneath his feet. Something has just landed only inches from him. His eyes widen in surprise when he notices that the droids have moved a few meters back and were laying on the ground. In shock, he looks around him, trying to understand what had just happened. When he came face to face with you, standing next to him with your lightsaber in hand, he gasps, his eyes sparkling with hope.

“Keep fighting, don’t let your guard down Captain, my men are on their way !”

He didn’t get the time to answer with anything else but a fond smile before the droids started to get back up on their feet and aim at the three of you again.

You did your best to defend your position, you knew that your squad will be here soon, and you also knew that your container was not the only one to be released. Plenty of soldiers were heading toward you right now, all you had to do was to stand your ground until they reach you.

But even with one more fighter, your group was still overly outnumbered. Your opponents were gaining ground again, and even if you were sending force waves at them to slow them down, they were relentlessly coming back at you again and again in an endless metal flow.

As you were shielding your comrades, you felt a sudden and violent disturbance in the force. You turn around to look in terror at General Di, only to see him fall to the ground, and you arrived at just the right time to get in the way before another shot could find him.

Keeli noticed it too, and gave you a frightened look.

“Don’t give up” you shoot through the blasters sounds, “he’s not dead yet, we have to hold on, come on !” a rush of adrenaline washes over both of you, and without even thinking about it, you were back –to-back, protecting the jedi with your last strands of energy. He was not dead yet, indeed, you could still feel his force signature, weaker, but still glowing.

After a few more never-ending moments of fight, you finally catch a glimpse of a group of soldiers coming your way, the bustle diverting the droid’s attention from you.

“They made it” you mumble.

“The reinforcements are coming !” Keeli shout at you, noticing it too.

“I know !” you yell back with excitation in your voice, “just a few more minutes to hold on and it will be over, come on, we can make it !”

The idea of a rescue gave you a big resurgence of strength, and you both started to fight with even more determination.

But in the heat of the action, as you thought that things were going to resolve quickly, you heard Keeli lets out a scream. Your heart skipped a bit as you turned to face him. Both of his blasters were on the ground, and he was stunned and confused.

Without hesitation, you move between him and the wall of droids, shielding him until he retrieves his weapons. As you tried to stay focus on every side at the same time, dodging and blocking every fire you could, you accidentally missed one.

You gasp at the sudden pain tearing the back of your left shoulder apart. You were paralyzed, unable to move, until you hear Keeli’s voice desperately yelling your name.

“I’m fine !” you yell back, responding to the attack with another force wave, offering yourself a few seconds to get yourself together.

But as hard as you tried to ignore the pain, it was so intense that you had a hard time staying focused on the fight. You cut through a few more clankers, but it was so excruciating that it distracted you enough for you to miss another shot.

The impact was so violent that you lose your balance. You hand reflexively settled on your chest, and your eyes widen at the huge amount of blood that was covering your palm when you looked at it. Your vision become blurry, and the only thing you could hear now was the beating of your heart echoing inside your head, as you feel your consciousness slowly slipping away.

But as flash of lucidity crossed your mind : you couldn’t abandon now, the fight wasn’t over, and you weren’t alone in this. Two people were counting on you, and it was your duty to make sure that they survive.

That thought instantly made you regain your composure and gave you enough courage to carry on and retaliate, until a familiar voice was heard.

“They’re here ! This way, this way !” a clone’s voice resonates, soon followed by the appearance of a white and bright orange armor, then two, then a full wave emerging from the sea of droids.

The backups were here, finally. It was only a matter of seconds until the outcome.

Unfortunately, you weren’t able to see the end of it. In the last moments of the battle, the pain struck you again in a violent and unexpected burst. Your head started to spin severely, a taste of blood invading your mouth, your vision went even more blurry, and your legs became weak. And as hard as you tried to stay up on your feet, it was too difficult to resist the numbness, and you soon collapsed on the ground without a warning.

***

When you opened your eyes again, you were laying down on a makeshift med bed, in what seemed to be a med tent, judging by the dark green fabric walls around you. Your first reflex was to try to sit on the bed, but you were quickly stopped by a stabbing ache coming from your upper back and your chest at same time, creating a tightening vice around your abdomen and cutting your breath. You gasp, but you still manage to sit anyway, clenching your jaw. Without noticing it, your move had unplugged the wire of some electrode sticked to the back of your hand from the medical device it was attached to, triggering some frantic beeping sound.

Nearly immediately, a medic burst into the room, making you jump in surprise.

“General, you’re awake ! What have you done ?” the medic lets out in a mix of relief and confusion, reaching for the device.

“I … I’m sorry, I didn’t saw the wire …” you stutter, still out of breath and a bit lost from waking up in an unknow environment.

“It’s okay, don’t worry, it’s nothing … But you should lie down, your bacta patches are still on, and you need to rest for a few more hours before getting up.” the medic answer after he finally made the noise stop.

“I’m sorry, I’m not going anywhere, I just wanted to sit, but I’m fine …”

He came closer to examine you, then look at you insistently.

“Can you promise me that this time you will not leave that tent before being allowed to, General ?”

You felt a bit ashamed at his words, remembering the last time you disobeyed your medic’s orders after being wounded on a battlefield.

“I promise.”

“Great … The Captain told me that I shouldn’t let you get out of here before you’re completely safe and healed, and I don’t want to know what kind of chores he’ll gave me this time if that order is not followed again.”

“The Captain … Is he alright ?” you ask, suddenly remembering what happened on the battlefield.

“He is, and he asked me to tell him when you’ll wake up. Can I let him in if he ask for it ?” the man answers in a softer tone.

“Of course, you can, thank you.”

He nodded before leaving the room, and you stayed here, sat on your bed, your heart starting to beat faster in anticipation. It didn’t take long until hurrying footsteps were heard coming toward you, and for the fabric curtain delimiting the space to be moved aside, revealing the face of your beloved captain.

“Keeli !” you let out, a smile unconsciously appearing on your lips.

As soon as he saw you, his expression of concern changed into relief.

“(y/n) …” he whispers in a weak voice filled with emotion. He gets himself together quickly, and turned toward the outside to thank the medic and ask him to give you some time alone, before entering the room and closing the curtain behind him.

“Mesh’la …” he whispers again, coming closer to you, “I was so worried about you … you took two shots, it was a miracle that you were still standing … I mean, you should be dead, and … and ... I can’t believe that you ended up hurting yourself so bad for us … That’s insane, I thought that I have lost you …”

The words were escaping his mouth at the speed of the light, he wanted to tell you so many things, but he couldn’t control his voice, and his thoughts came out messily, making him feel ashamed about how harsh and reproachful they sounded.

“Is .. Is general Di alright ?” you hesitantly mutter, fearing the answer.

“Yes, he is, he is badly injured, but according to the medics he’s going to survive. But he’s going to need some close observation for the next couple days, so the decision was made to take him back to Coruscant. He owes you his life …”

“Oh thanks Maker …” you breathed out, your head falling into your hands, like if a very heavy weight had just been released from your shoulders.

You could feel that he wanted to wrap his arms around you but was too afraid to hurt you by touching a painful spot. The bed was high, and you were nearly at the same height as him, so you slowly raised your head to meet his eyes, and stretched your arm to reach his face, softly brushing the tips of your fingers against his skin. You softly smile at him, as he relaxes under your touch.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you … But I just couldn’t leave you here alone to face an inevitable death, I had to do something …” you sigh at the painful thoughts, closing your eyes to refrain the tears from flooding them, in vain.

“… I just couldn’t imagine a world without you by my side, that’s impossible, that can’t be … I just can’t live without you, you know … I love you, and I’d rather give my life for you than having to spend the rest of it alone ...”

Tears were now rolling down your cheeks, and you weren’t trying to stop them anymore. His eyes were watery too. He was so deeply moved by your words that he couldn’t answer anything. Instead, he cupped your cheeks with his hands, holding your face like if it was the most precious jewel in the whole galaxy, and placed a gentle kiss on your trembling lips.

For a moment, you forget about the war, about the corpses, about death, pain, suffering, orders. Nothing seemed to matter anymore but the feeling of his lips against yours.

“I love you too, mesh’la, more than anything … It was reckless, but you saved my life, and I just can’t express how thankful I am … I feel so lucky to have you, you have no idea …” he breathed oud, tears falling from his eyes, and a beautiful smile on his lips.

You smiled back, happier than ever to have him by your side.

“I wish I could hug you right now, but I’m not sure that it’s a good idea …”

“I don’t think neither”, you chuckle, “but I hope that we’ll catch this up later.”

“Of course, we will, as soon as possible, I promise.”

Outside of the room, you suddenly hear the distant voice of a soldier asking someone where the captain was.

“Seems like duty is calling you again ...” you said, trying to hide your disappointment in your voice.

“Yeah, seems like it, indeed …” his smile faded, and you look at each other for a few more seconds before he takes your hands in his.

“I have to go, but I’ll be back soon. Take some rest, you deserve it. And … I know that I’m rambling but … don’t forget that I love you, more than anything.”

You’ve heard these words a million times before, but it was still making your heart melt no matter what.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll wait for you. And I like your ramblings, by the way !” you answer playfully,” I love you too, don’t forget about it neither.”

He placed a gentle and reassuring kiss on your forehead, and then he was gone, back to his men and his duty.

As you lied back on the bed, trying to ignore the pain, you think about how you just came near death once again. But you weren’t worried about it, because you knew that your most important mission has been fulfilled : to protect the life of the one you love.

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imarvelatthestars · 1 year

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The Force Flows - Part 1

Pairings: Captain Keeli x medic!Reader; background Glitch x Nila (OC) x Hevy (no clonecest)

Warnings: canon typical violence

Notes: A vague, convoluted plot in exchange for actually alive clones. Also, Reader and Nila's bestie dynamic is literally my dynamic with my real life bestie, so this fic is dedicated to the one and only Snisha.

"This armor."

Your head tilts toward Nila, your best friend, the most unshakeable person you know, and it sends something chilling down your spine because she looks halfway terrified. Her fingers are ghosting over the strange black pauldron you'd yanked off your patient, curious and reverent.

"What about it?" you urge.

She's frowning, looking between the pauldron and the unconscious man on her sleeping bag. "It's plastic. Or something like it. But it's armor. It should be made of something sturdier, right?"

"You'd think." But you stopped trying to reason with anything about this situation a long time ago.

Something howls in the vast expanse of shrubbery and gently rolling hills laid out before you, something you can't make out even with the still strong light of the early sunset. It sounds like a wolf or a coyote. Does this place even have wolves? A glance spared at the double moons slowly rising over the horizon tells you that you may just find out.

The animal noises have caught Nila's attention too, it seems, because her back is suddenly ramrod straight. "I don't think we should stay out here much longer," she says as she chews thoughtfully at the inside of her cheek. "And we shouldn't leave him, either."

"I can't carry him, Nila. Can you?"

"We could try and wake him up?"

But you shake your head. "With the amount of pain he's in, his possible internal damage, I don't think it's smart to move him or wake him." There's an ache starting just above your brown bone, pulsating so strongly that it's making the vein under your eyebrow tick. "If we weren't- If I just had the right tools-..."

You can't bring yourself to say it out loud, but the pair of you are both aware of the situation you're in. An unconscious soldier with a nasty wound, a beat up old pickup that won't start, and a second moon in the sky. The sky already starting to twinkle with the beginnings of constellations you've never seen before. It's obvious you're no longer on Earth. And then another creature calls out and you try to bite back your panic because an alien planet means alien wolves.

"Hey."

Nila's gotten up from her perch on a nearby boulder and come over to offer you her widespread arms. It's easy to fall into her, to hold her with the desperation of a little kid lost in a supermarket, because you don't know what you would've done so far without her. She's already helped quell two panic attacks. The only thing you've done so far beyond worrying that you're going to die is help the soldier.

Because he has to be a soldier, right? The strange plastic armor is a dead giveaway, but then there's the weird gun and the helmet you'd found him with. It's a gun, but not quite, and it shot crackling blue bolts of energy instead of bullets when Nila fired a practice shot. And the helmet was strange, too - almost like a medieval helmet with its visor design, but completely alien and militaristic in the various add-ons like the crest at the top and the swirling designs that have been painted on. They match the colors on his body armor.

"We'll be okay," she breathes. "Promise."

Your throat feels really dry. "Yeah?"

She nods and it's small, but it makes you feel just a little bit better. "Yeah. You probably saved that guy's life with all your fancy medical knowledge. And we have a car we can take shelter in." You pretend not to notice the way her breath stutters a bit. "We'll figure it out."

You figure it out, alright, but it's far from comfortable. This planet is unreasonably hot during the day and freezing at night, cold enough that the windows of Nila's truck are eventually completely fogged up from the warmth of your breath. The seats are all fabric, which is certainly warmer than nothing, but they retain the chill well and it leaves your ass and the back of your legs too cold.

It gets colder when one of you has to go outside. You'd left the soldier exactly where you found him, dead asleep among the shrubs and dry grass a couple yards in front of the truck, and have been taking turns with Nila checking on him every ten or fifteen minutes to make sure he's still breathing. You hope the borrowed sleeping bag from the back of the cab will keep him warm enough to last the night, but you're honestly not even sure if either of you will last through it either.

As long as nothing catches our scent, we'll be fine, Nila had said. If we just stay warm, we'll be fine, she said. Ration our drinks, go out looking for food and water tomorrow. You really wanted to believe her. We'll be fine.

That's the promise you're still telling yourself when the anxiety and restlessness and exhaustion finally catches up with you. We'll be fine. We'll be fine.

"...up, vod. Wake up."

Everything hurts. Most of the pain is centralized in his left pectoral, but it's radiating out across the entirety of his body so that it's all he can feel.

"There ya are." He can't quite see this voice, but he can sense it hovering near his head. "Don't move too much, okay? You got hit pretty bad."

"You think it was that transport over there?" There's another voice. It sounds familiar; hell, it kinda sounds like him.

Dirt crunches under someone's boots. A hand shifts over Keeli's chest and it sends electrifying pain up his neck, but he can't do much more than grunt about it.

"Could be."

The wind is whistling through something, a tree maybe? Or a bush of some kind? It sounds leaf-y. Either way, he feels too bogged down by pain and heat and the awful dryness in his mouth to try and figure it out. He just wants to sit up a little and, and...

Screaming. Shrill screaming. Maker, that's loud.

"Vod?" comes the confused voice that sounds too much like him.

Another clone, Keeli realizes. He should've figured that out earlier. Did he hit his head? Is that why everything hurts? That can't be right. It can't be. No, he remembers... blaster fire. Droids. Ryloth. General Di. Stars, General Di!

He goes shooting up into a sitting position with the General's name half spoken and his heart pounding. It was just the two of them against those damn clankers, they were fighting for that transport. But now as he starts looking around, Keeli doesn't see anything that makes sense. No droids, no general, nothing that looks at all like Ryloth. What he does see is a wheeled transport a few paces away, painted blue and wearing a good many scratches and dents, and a pair of troopers speaking to it. No, no, not speaking to the transport, speaking to the people inside it?

His eyes hurt and his vision's a little blurry (not good), but it looks like two women. Civvies. What the hell is going on?

"You expect us t' believe that? Really?" It's the one called Hevy. He's definitely the more irritable of the pair. The stolen gun Nila has pointed at him probably isn't helping. "Who's t' say ya aren't Separatist spies?"

"We don't even know what a Separatist is!" Nila snaps back.

The other man raises a hand very slowly, his palm turned out in a gesture of nonviolence. "I believe you," he says and his voice is soft, understanding.

His companion's helmet snaps to the side. "What?"

"They're telling the truth, vod."

Hevy grumbles in exasperation. His finger points at Nila. "Yeah, I'm not so inclined t' agree with you considering she's pointing a blaster at my face! I think this whole story is a ruse. There's probably a load of clankers just over that ridge and they think they can distract us with a pair of pretty faces."

Here's the thing - Hevy and Glitch are wearing the same kind of armor as the unconscious soldier you'd patched up yesterday, their vaguely Kiwi accents are identical, Glitch has the exact same face as that soldier, the same build, and the same kind of guns that Nila's acquired. A Blaster, Hevy had said.

They're not the little green men you might have once pictured when you thought of aliens, but it's obvious they can't be anything but.

All of that goes screaming out of the window, though, when you see movement just over Glitch's shoulder. It's the soldier you tended to! The idiot is dragging himself onto his feet and attempting to walk. Shit, he's going to walk himself into an early grave or rip out his stitches if he doesn't stop!

Your car door cracks open and you practically trip all over yourself trying to get out. The men are shouting, Nila's yelling, the other door creaks open and slams shut, and it's utter fucking chaos, but all you can see is this soldier limping his way toward the truck.

"Sir!" It comes out more like an order instead of your usual polite bedside manner. "You need to sit down, you're going to hurt yourself."

His eyes flicker behind you and he frowns. "Where am I?" It's the same voice as the other two.

Trust me, I wish I knew. "Sir, you've been shot. I cleaned you up and gave you some stitches, but if you don't sit down, you're going to re-open the wound and-"

"You're a medic?"

Really? That's what he got out of that? "That's one way to put it," you say as you cross your arms over your chest. "Now please. Will you sit back down?"

He looks tired and you're a little worried he might have a concussion with the way his eyes aren't entirely focused, but you can't know for sure until he just sits the fuck down. But finally, finally he relents and nods, and you heave a massive sigh of relief. His legs go out a moment later.

He's pretty when he's not fighting your orders. Handsome, even. But trying to keep this man down long enough for his wounds to heal is like pulling teeth. You manage somehow. It helps that his brothers encourage him to stay put, that they help him feel safe enough to lower his guard enough for you to do your job. What really isn't helping is the fact that he's got the prettiest face you've ever seen.

Captain Keeli is a tall, broad shouldered man, probably close to six entire feet of muscles and healthy brown skin that glows when this planet's alien sun hits him just right. His eyes are brown, too, and you swear you get lost in them every time he looks at you. They're richer than coffee grounds, but not as dark. Deeper than polished mahogany, but less red. Bright and sparkling like amber, but it's too light a comparison. It seems like they change when you're not looking.

And there's an electricity between you that you can't explain. You thought at first that it was entirely one-sided, a product of your overactive imagination and your inner romantic projecting your attraction onto him, but when you started tending to Hevy's wounds that electricity was gone. You felt nothing with this man other than the care one would normally have for their patients. With Keeli, though, it was like fireworks in your belly.

"I think he likes you."

You shoot your friend a glare. "Shut up, Nila," but you're all bark, no bite. If she thinks he likes you, you want her to tell you everything. Even if it makes your face go hot. "Tell me anyways, though."

The truck jostles a bit as she turns in her seat to face you better. "You've seen the way he looks at you, right?"

Your throat goes dry. Oh God, how does he look at you? Is it... is it like how you look at him when you think he's not looking, when he's resting, when he's talking with his brothers by the campfire?

"I'm serious, I really think he likes you. He's different with you."

"Really?"

Nila nods. "I mean, he's always nice to me and you know we get along, but. I dunno, he's not so formal with you. He lets his guard down for you. And he watches you sometimes. Not in a creepy way, but like he's curious or he likes seeing the things you do. It's cute."

Your eyes dart to the front window where you can see the boys huddled together by the embers of the fire. Hevy is crouched by the fire pit and poking at it with a stick, the same grumpy expression on his face that he's had for the past week and a half. Glitch and Keeli are conversing, but Keeli looks tired. The fire casts a shadow over his face that makes his cheekbones appear sharper than they really are. You would know, after all. You've only touched his face once under the guise of checking for a fever, but you remember that his skin felt good under your hands.

It's a dangerous train of thought. Being his medic is dangerous. Not that you would ever overstep your bounds, but he ignites something in you that you cannot quench and it makes you nervous.

Damn him. Damn him and this planet and the whole stupid universe for throwing you here onto this abandoned planet in the middle of nowhere, scooping you and Nila out of your normal lives and normal routines and dumping you straight into the paths of these three men.

A nudge to your arm draws you out of your thoughts and you find Nila watching you, her mouth drawn into a worried line. "You okay?"

"Just thinking."

"Are you sure? Because I'm here, y'know. If you need me?"

Trusty Nila. "I know," you assure her. "I'm okay. It's just a lot. Not being on Earth anymore, not being able to get back home, them." Your head tilts in the direction of the troopers huddled together. "And I hate that I get all gooey around him. It's embarrassing."

"I think it's sweet," she says and her smile makes your chest feel all warm and cozy. Thank God the universe sent her here with you, her and her beat up old truck. "You guys are cute. If anything were to happen, you totally have my support. And if he hurts you, I'll make him regret it. I dunno, I'll shoot him or something, and then you can patch him up again until he falls head over heels for you."

You both laugh and for a second, it's like nothing's changed at all. You're back home munching on junk food and gossiping about your own love lives and staying up way too late.

"Rex says the transport's delayed again. They won't be sending anyone our way for at least another two weeks."

"Two weeks? We can't wait that long."

Glitch hangs his head. "There's nothing he can do, ma'am. The Separatists have engaged all of our readily available troops and even the ones stationed closest t' our current position aren't able t' come help. They're pinned down."

You glance over your shoulder at Hevy and Keeli. They're chatting with Nila; she's laughing and you can see from the way Hevy's angled his body toward her that he's flirting with her again. Both men have healed considerably with the supplies Glitch had with him (thank God for bacta, that stuff is a fucking bottled miracle!), but you still worry about their health. Keeli's concussion is getting better, although the progress is slow. Hevy still can't walk right, even after all the bacta shots Glitch had given him.

You chew at your thumbnail and try not to feel utterly defeated. "I can't make them better, Glitch. I don't have the tools."

His hand rests on the curve of your elbow and the gentle smile he offers you is so gentle you think you might cry. "But you saved them. I was lucky when I found Glitch, healed him as best I could, but you gave him the stitches he needed, just like Keeli. You kept them from hurting themselves. We owe you a debt we can never repay."

That makes you smile. "You never have to. I'm happy to help however I can. I just wish I could do more."

"You do more than enough."

He's a good man. They all are. They've each shared their stories - how Hevy gave his life to protect his brothers and their home, Keeli gave his for the escaping civilians, Glitch risked his own for his brothers and his generals - and you think that you couldn't have asked for a better group of men to be stranded with.

It's this line of thought that prompts you to speak on something that's been nagging at the back of your mind. "Glitch? Can I ask you something?"

He nods with that lovely smile of his. "Of course."

"Do clones... do they ever fall in love?"

Poor guy almost chokes on his own spit, it looks like. His eyes go wide and he fumbles around wordlessly for a solid few seconds before he finally manages to recover his composure.

"Why- ahem, why, uh, why d'ya ask?"

You're too chicken to admit the truth, so you go for something a little easier to share. "Nila. I just, um, I noticed how you and Hevy are around her and I thought I'd ask." God, you're such a bad friend for this. She's gonna kill you if she finds out.

Glitch's throat bobs up and down as he blinks wordlessly in Nila's direction. Maybe you shouldn't have asked.

"I'm sorry. That was a weird thing to ask."

He shakes his head, eyes still locked on Nila. "No. It's not that weird."

"She's just got a big heart, y'know? She has a lot of love to give and she's so sweet and thoughtful, and she's a romantic at heart." All these things are true, but they're padding for the real reason why you suddenly can't shut up. "I think she likes you guys. But I don't want her to get hurt."

Warning bells are going off in your head. Shut! Up! Literally stop talking!

"And we don't have clones where we're from. I mean, you guys all look like twins but you're literally the exact same person, and it's really amazing. You have different personalities and everything. You're so understanding and really sweet, and Hevy's so sarcastic and boisterous." Boisterous. That's a good word. Why am I using it? "And Keeli. He doesn't say as much as you two do, but he's... Well, he's pretty serious." Please stop. Just close your mouth. Don't say another word. "But he's nice in his own way."

Something shifts in the atmosphere then, something that feels a lot like Glitch but in a weird, non-physical kind of way. The air crackles between you, the hair raises on the back of your neck, and you realize it's possible you've said way too much. You very hesitantly shift your gaze to the side, hoping against hope he's not looking at you like you have a lobster crawling out of your brain and he's not, thankfully. No, he's watching you with this knowing gleaming his eye, in the crooked tilt of his smile.

"Clones can fall in love," he says as the wind sighs in between the hills.

He closes his eyes and that something in the atmosphere brushes over and past you, draws your attention to Keeli as he reclines against a boulder with a muted smile. Keeli's brows suddenly furrow. He swallows hard, shifts in his seat, and then his eyes, those impossible eyes so full of color and warmth and unknown depths you could swim in forever, find yours and it takes all of your concentration to remember how to breathe.

Glitch hums a little laugh in the back of his throat. "I wouldn't worry. Something tells me he feels the same."

While Glitch came to the planet prepared with rations, his stolen borrowed ship could only fit two pilots and he'd filled the entire second seat with supplies. This meant that in order to leave, three people would have to be left behind and the most likely bet was that it would be you and Nila. But he refused to let that happen and, to your surprise, Keeli and Hevy agreed. The only downside was that you missed quite a few things - mac n cheese, Spotify, mattresses. The essentials.

And water. You haven't seen or heard running water in God knows how long. The whole lot of you have started to smell and with Captain Rex's rescue mission still delayed, you had figured it would be be weeks or even months before you felt the touch of water anywhere other than your fingers or mouth. That was until Glitch came back from a scouting mission and declared that he'd found a stream nearby.

It's all a bit of a blur. Nila and Glitch had rushed to help Hevy walk the distance while you stayed by Keeli's side, but the stream wasn't far and the captain didn't seem to need your assistance. He still took it when you offered, though. His arm was heavy around your shoulders and he smelled, yes, but beyond that it was nice to be close to him. It was nice to touch him, even under a poorly contrived but still believable excuse. It was just nice.

He can feel you watching. Perhaps it's a bit cruel of him to do this when he knows how you feel, but... he likes seeing you flustered. It triggers something indescribable in his chest that only awakens when you beckon. He can feel your gaze trace the outline of his body as he pulls off the top half of his blacks and maybe he smiles. Maybe he likes it just a little too much.

The stream isn't much to look at. It isn't a deep, wide, cascading river nor a microscopic trickle between rocks. It's about a foot deep and a foot wide, tripping over pebbles and cutting deep into the crease of the hill. It's enough to bathe in, enough to wash your clothes in, even if it's not perfect.

Hevy, Glitch, and Nila are just upstream, bickering and laughing and splashing each other, and that's just fine with him. Let him have this moment with you.

"Do you... do you need any help?"

Your voice trembles when you speak, all trace of the medical professional he knows you are suddenly gone and in its place is nervous young woman with her heart on her sleeve. Oh.

You're in over your head, aren't you? One look at your eyes and it's written out plain as day.

Keeli hands you the scrub bar with a smile that he hopes says, it's okay, I see you. "Thank you."

The first touch of your hand on his bare arm sends a shiver through his entire body. He's not cold. With the sun out and the bottom half of his blacks still on, he's burning up. But this? This is making him run even hotter. You're doing your best to be professional, not to let your hands wander, he's sure, but kriffing hells, he wants you to wander. He's been wanting you to wander ever since he first collapsed on top of you. He wants to feel your skin in a way you haven't tried yet - no clothes in the way, no peering eyes, no medical pretenses, just you and him, basking in each other's presence.

You're so gentle. You could have the roughest hands in the galaxy in the hands and he would never complain because he's a soldier, he's not made for soft, tender things, but you don't care about that. You never poke or prod or press too hard. You're mindful of his pain and his body. His comfort always seems to come first for you.

He watches the scrub bar start to form a lather on his skin, swirling his arm hairs into little circles.

Just once, he'd like to put you first instead. Has anyone ever done that for you? Would you ever let him?

"This okay?" you ask and your voice is smaller than he's ever heard it.

He nods. "Yes."

Soon his entire chest is wet, water dripping from his collarbones, down his elbows and off the tips of his fingers. He's all soapy and your arms are wet now, too, and he thinks you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen.

He splashes his face and the crest of his head, then leans down so it's within your reach. He doesn't need to ask, but he does have to bite his tongue to keep from moaning when your fingernails dig into his scalp. Maker, how long's it been since he's been touched by another human? Your fingers rub into his skin like a fucking prayer and he swears right then that he will lavish whatever pleasure he can upon you in thanks, if you ever so much as ask.

"''m sorry," you mumble when your nails catch on the curves of his ears. "Too hard?"

He wishes there wasn't soap all over his face so he could open his eyes and look at you. "No. Just right."

Your thumb rubs sweetly into his cheek, down along the curve of his cheekbone to his jaw, scratching over the stubble that has long turned into the start of a beard.

"Bet you feel better, huh?"

He doesn't give you his answer until his face is clean and he's able to watch how you'll react. He cups the hand of his good arm in the stream and raises it to your temple. You're frozen, eyes wide, lips parted, pulse ticking in your neck, and you're beautiful. He's in over his head, too.

"Allow me."

The sweat, dirt, and grime is slowly scrubbed from your face, then from your hair. Your shirt is completely soaked, but you're smiling, leaning into his touch, chasing after it when he withdraws and sighing happily when it returns. Keeli helps you onto your back and guides your hair into the stream to rinse it out. And when you blink up at him with those big, shining eyes, the tip of your nose still damp and your eyelashes all watery, he finds himself drawn impossibly close, as if he were connected to you by some invisible thread tied around his breastbone.

Your breath catches in your throat when he leans close enough to kiss you. Your name is hardly more than a whisper on his tongue.

"Yes?"

He allows himself to look openly at the swell of your lower lip. "Mesh'la."

"What does that mean?" Dank farrik, you're cute when you're flustered.

Keeli smiles. "I'd like t' kiss you now."

The entire galaxy hangs in the balance. Your eyelids flutter. Then, "Please?"

He was right. You're gentle. The softest thing he's ever touched. Tender, attentive, smart. You're lovely. Mesh'la. And yeah, he's definitely in over his head.

Hevy starts hooting and hollering. Nila's cheering you on and Glitch is laughing, then Keeli's laughing and you start laughing too, and it's wonderful.

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ariadnes-red-thread · 2 years

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Shadows of Ryloth

Summary: As the end nears, Master Di reflects and confronts his Captain about secrets poorly kept

Pairing: Keeli x Fem!OC (unnamed)

Warnings/Tags: Angst, Canon Character Deaths (implied)... otherwise none. I controlled myself this time.

Word Count: 785

A/N: Trying to fix my writer’s block with a little one-shot/drabble AU if Master Di had a padawan and she and the prettiest clone fell in love. NO Master/Padawan. All love between Di and the reader is familial.

Ao3

Master Di had feigned ignorance for months now. He pretended he didn’t see the first moment that they had locked eyes and he just kept pretending after that. Maybe he should have intervened right away but the war pulled his attention from his Padawan. After all, she was nearly ready for her trials and had proved herself time and time again. He assumed the diliances of youth would fade as time went on. So he ignored it. Now though, he couldn’t pretend anymore. His Padawan and his commanding officer were embracing right in front of him.

They were pressed against the shadows of the rocky terrain, oblivious to any eyes watching from the darkness of the night. It was a well hidden spot. Only someone who hadn’t been able to sleep and walked far from camp, perhaps to ease his own troubled mind, would have stumbled upon them. Unfortunately, that meant that Master Di watched as his padawan wept and Keeli pulled her into his arms.

“I don’t want to go.” She let out a small sob into his chest. “Not without you.”

“I know.” He ran a hand through her hair, tilting her face up to his. “But you have to. These are our orders.”

“But you and Master Di…” She stuttered.

“I will protect him and he will look after me. We’ll see you again soon but we need you to lead Cham and the resistance to safety.”

“You swear you’ll be okay?”

“Yes.”

Master Di could hear what Keeli didn’t say, that as long as he knows that she is safe, he will be okay. He knew those unspoken words because he felt the same. He envied the Jedi who didn’t grow attached to their padawans. He couldn’t imagine feeling anything but a deep fatherly love for her and, when he thought about it, that had a lot to do about why he ignored the obvious, budding relationship between her and Keeli. He wanted her to be happy and he wanted her to be loved. He slipped back to his tent, leaving the couple alone in the dark.

She left with the first wave of refugees in the early morning light. In the chaos of the retreat, there was no time for goodbyes or soft words. Instead, Master Di and Keeli stood side-by-side, watching her retreat. She glanced over her shoulder, sending them a small wave. Keeli saluted her, letting his eyes linger just for a moment as she turned on the blurrg and began to lead the families over the mountain.

…

Now, they wait at the base of the ravine. Tension ripples through the men and small clicks echo off the walls like raindrops on stone as they check and recheck their weapons. Master Di stands next to his captain, the only one of the men who isn’t fidgeting.

“Captain, I must confess. I saw you last night.” Master Di’s words are light but meaning is deeply intertwined with every syllable.

Keeli’s face reveals nothing. He isn’t going to flinch unless he is given no choice. So Master Di changes his course and meets him head on.

“With my Padawan.”

“Ah.” When Keeli finally flinches, it is no more than the slightest twitch of his jaw. Di smiles just a bit as he admires his Captain’s courage.

“Keeli,” He starts before the clone quickly speaks.

“If you’re looking for someone to blame, the fault is mine.”

“Right now?” Master Di guides Keeli’s eyes to the army of droids about to descend on them, marching down the middle of the ravine. “That is not my concern.”

Keeli gives him a small smile. Master Di finds himself wishing that they had more time. While that thought consumes him for a moment, Keeli speaks up.

“I know my role, General. I know where my focus needs to be.” Keeli chooses his words carefully. “But I can’t deny how I feel, especially when I feel it with all that I am. I live for her and I would die for her.”

“We’re not supposed to have attachments.” Master Di frowns as he turns his eyes towards the thankfully empty west ridge. She is safe, along with Cham and the twi’lek resistance. There is no time left for being precious. No time for worrying about what the Council would think. They are not here and they aren’t coming. “But she’s been like a daughter to me and I confess I feel the same.”

Keeli nods before he slides his helmet over his head.

“Well then…” His voice trails off as he focuses on the swell of B2s about to consume them.

The drone of the droids almost drowns out Di’s next words.

“Indeed.”

Master Di ignites his lightsaber.

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uneditedidiot · 10 months

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this love is ours - jamie tartt x reader

jamie tartt x gn!reader

summary: after officially starting to date Jamie, the media figures out who you are. Judgment comes in from all places - news outlets, social media, family members - but Jamie puts all that doubt out of your mind. based off the song ours by taylor swift. features appearances from Keeley and Roy.

word count: 2.5k

Warnings: language, angst, fluff social media bullying & hate, reassurance and comfort from Jamie

A/N: This could technically be part two to gold rush but you don’t need to have read that one to understand what’s going on in this imagine. Hope you enjoy!

Seems like there's always someone who disapproves

They'll judge it like they know about me and you

And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do

The jury's out, but my choice is you

Even on a beautiful Saturday afternoon out on the Richmond Green, you and Jamie somehow attracted the attention of a few invasive paparazzi.

“I thought the hat would be enough,” said Jamie, pulling the brim of his ‘icon’ hat further down his forehead.

The two of you walked off quickly down the path, keeping the photographers and their bright flashes at your backs.

You couldn’t help but giggle, tugging at his hand in yours. “Jamie, you wear that hat everywhere. People recognize it pretty easily.”

“I’m not the only person in the world with this hat.”

“Maybe not, but you made it popular.”

He sighed. “Yeah, you’re right.” He smiled at you. “Well now that we’ve left those annoying arseholes behind, what do you want for dinner?”

“Keeley invited us over for a couples night with her and Roy,” you reminded him. “Remember? We talked about it with Roy this morning after your training.”

“Nah, the granddad has a tendency to ramble on with ya about random stuff so I just thought ya were chattin’ with him.”

“Yeah, I was chatting with him about dinner with him and Keeley, which you agreed to, by the way, even in your post-workout haze.”

Jamie grumbled like a little kid. “Ugh, but I’d rather just stay home with you, get pizza or some takeout, and make out on the couch.”

You lifted your head up to his cheek to kiss it. “And we can do that – tomorrow night. Which is a night we didn’t agree to have dinner with Roy and Keeley.”

That seemed to satisfy him for the moment and the two of you made your way back home to your shared house.

“I’m going to go shower, babe!” he called as he headed upstairs.

“I’ll be here!” you called back.

You kicked off your shoes by the front mat and strode into the kitchen to grab some water. As you filled a glass from the filtered pitcher from the fridge, you scrolled through your instagram.

After making it official with Jamie, the two of you had decided to keep it quiet in terms of posting on social media. You’d told close friends and everyone at Richmond. Jamie’s mom and stepfather obviously knew, since it had been at their house that you’d made things official. But your family hadn’t taken it quite as well.

Being from the States, your family’s only impression of Jamie was the Richmond matches they streamed and his arc on Lust Conquers All, which hadn’t painted him in a flattering light. Of course, Jamie freely admitted that he was an all-out prick on the show and had publicly and privately apologized to those he had hurt while filming. But your family couldn’t exactly see past it. They were protective of you and worried about what Jamie might do in the relationship.

Thankfully, Ted and Beard, who knew your parents quite well, had reassured them that Jamie was not the person the media portrayed him as. This had seemed to quell their anxieties about their kid dating a superstar footballer with a notorious reputation for being a (as your mother so kindly put it) “man-whore.” But you, as well as everyone around you, knew that Jamie had changed.

Now the instagram comments you saw as you scrolled on your latest post of you and Jamie getting brunch together were of similar nature.

There were a few comments from your friends at Richmond – Keeley had commented, “I love you both so much and you are too cute together!” Sam had said, “the queen and king of Richmond;” while Rebecca put it plainly, “you are the best people and these photos are my new favorite of you both.”

Despite the many loving and supportive comments from friends and now people who had deemed themselves ‘fans’ of you (which felt quite strange, as you were merely the head physical therapist for the team and didn’t do anything that warranted ‘fans’), there were a good handful that were not quite as kind.

One person had written, “Jamie’s back in his pretending to be monogamous era - wonder how long that will last.”

You shook your head. You knew who Jamie had become and this wasn’t a phase for him. You scrolled on.

Another comment caught your eye. “Ew who are they? Jamie is way out of their league.”

And then more continued to pop up.

“Fuck them.”

“Why do they even bother? Jamie is going to dump them in like a week bet.”

“What are they wearing?”

“Jamie and Keeley will forever be endgame.”

“I liked it better when he was with Keeley.”

“Whatever happened to celebrities dating out of their league? This person is clearly a big step down for him.”

It was a rabbit hole of discouragement and darkness. And even after you exited out of Instagram trying to shake off the hate, more seemed to appear as you opened twitter. You’d been tagged in numerous disgusting tweets from multiple accounts.

“Go die no one likes u.”

“Why is your face like that and why does Jamie like it.”

“I bet he thinks of Keeley when they fuck. Lol I would.”

“You’re literally nobody and the fact that Jamie Tartt of all people is dating you is really pathetic.”

You shook your head, exiting out of twitter with a huff. You tossed your phone on the other couch cushion. It was difficult seeing so many people who thought they had a right to comment on your relationship saying such things on the internet. You knew coming into this that dating Jamie would be difficult in terms of hate on social media, but your fears were resurfacing.

Jamie wouldn’t actually believe all that stuff said about you. You knew that. But what if other people you knew saw it and agreed with it? What if you had to start dealing with people in real life saying that? Were you not good enough to be dating someone like Jamie?

The self-doubt began to creep in, like a mist slowly dragging itself over a hill. Your thoughts began to spiral.

You recognized the anxiety beginning to escalate and decided to watch something to distract yourself. You turned on the TV and tried to tune out the online ruckus.

About a half-hour later, Jamie came barreling down the stairs.

“Babe, Keeley just texted - I think we’re late for dinner,” he said, rushing to put on his shoes.

“Shit!” you cried, slamming the TV power button and quickly going back over to do the same as Jamie.

You both grabbed what you needed and quite literally ran out the door to Jamie’s car which was right next to the gates of your home.

As you sprinted to the passenger side door, a white light suddenly blinded you from beside the front gates.

It was like they appeared out of nowhere – two photographers with large lenses. And they were yelling your name.

“Hey, what’s it like to be with someone who clearly can’t commit?” one laughed.

“Getting tired of this one already, Tartt?” the other bellowed.

“Just fuck off!” exclaimed Jamie, waving his hand at them. “This is private property! Fuck off!”

You jumped into the car, shutting the door as fast as possible. You watched as Jamie flipped off the photographers, who took the last few pictures they wanted, and trudged away.

Jamie closed his door with more force than necessary and buckled his seatbelt. “Arseholes.” He turned to you, putting his hand on your leg gently. “Are ya okay?”

No. No, you weren’t okay. After reading through all those hateful comments and then being berated by paparazzi not just for pictures, but also with hurtful questions didn’t help your self-doubt. It seemed to be bubbling up from below into your heart.

But you didn’t want to ruin the mood more by admitting you were not okay, so all you could do was nod.

“Don’t let them get to you, alright? I love you and nothing’s gonna change that,” confirmed Jamie tenderly. His hand slid into yours.

Neither of you let go all the way to Keeley and Roy’s.

“Heya!” greeted Keeley from the front door as you and Jamie exited the car.

You forced a smile. “Hi, Keeley.”

“How ya doing, Keeley?” grinned Jamie. He gave her a big hug, and then you gave her one, too.

“Just peachy,” she replied, holding the door open for the both of you. “Roy’s inside getting the chicken all prepped. I think he’s trying something fancy tonight - chicken cordon bleu!”

“That is fancy,” you agreed. “He’s really upping his chef skills.”

“I’m not buyin’ that,”Jamie joked. “He’s making beans on toast.”

“Have some faith,” you nudged him playfully.

“I’ll put my faith in nothing until that chicken cordon bleu is sitting on my dinner plate.”

“You two are so cute,” awed Keeley as the three of you made your way to the kitchen.

You swallowed the lump in your throat at the comment, feeling sweat on your palms.

“Ey, if it isn’t the granddad himself!” cheered Jamie. “Making us something fancy, are ya?”

Roy was bent over the kitchen counter, slamming a meat tenderizer into pieces of flattened chicken. He turned with a scowl on his face and gestured at the younger man with the meat tenderizer.

“I’ll be flattening more than this fucking chicken if you keep that up, Tartt,” he growled.

“Aw, I’m terrified,” mocked Jamie.

“Stop it, you two,” ordered Keely good-naturedly as she kissed his cheek. “No one is flattening anything else ‘round here — especially body parts. Right, Roy?”

“I certainly wouldn’t be happy about it and neither would they,” Jamie chuckled, nodding his head at you.

Your smile was tight. You tried to make things light hearted as you wrapped an arm around Jamie’s bicep. “Yep. That’d be…tragic.”

Jamie peered down at you with a questioning glance. He knew something was up, but didn’t want to push it in front of Roy and Keeley.

Keeley gave you both drinks and you all went to sit outside on the patio as Roy finished up cooking in the kitchen.

Jamie and Keeley launched into immediate conversation and you tried your best to keep up and add things in here and there, but you were unusually quiet. Your mind kept drifting back to what you’d read online and what the paparazzi had screamed at you.

It was an endless circle of disappointment in yourself, anxiety, and self-consciousness. This infinite loop of darkness continued to crowd your mind, taking up all the space inside. A storm seemed have come into your psyche and it was doing a number on you.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket as Jamie and Keeley chatted about the towels in the locker room at Nelson Road.

Puzzled, you checked your texts. It was from your mom with a link to an article from a tabloid website.

“This doesn’t seem like a good thing, honey. What are you doing with a celebrity like that?”

That was the message your own mother had sent you about Jamie. You internally groaned. Then you clicked on the article. The headline was atrocious: HOW LONG WILL TARTT’S NEWEST FLING REALLY LAST? The pictures associated with it were from that very day on Richmond Green with you and Jamie walking hand-in-hand, clearly trying to outrun whoever was taking the photos. And then the worse ones – the paparazzi from outside your house had sold the pictures to this tabloid. They were grainy and ill-lit and had been very obviously edited. They had added weird width to your arms and even your head. The caption was “Tartt’s Partner has Gained some Weight!”

That was it for you. The dam had broken.

Tears were already spilling over by the time you’d suddenly stood from your chair and raced to the bathroom.

Both Jamie and Keeley called your name after you, and Roy had said it, surprised, from the kitchen as you rushed past.

You closed the door quietly, but didn’t have the willpower to sit anywhere else but on the floor next to the sink. You sobbed into your hands as silently as possible, but that didn’t work for long.

“Babe?” came Jamie’s voice through the door. “Babe, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

The desire to be alone was rapidly replaced by the need for Jamie.

You opened the door slowly, still seated by the sink. You kept your blood-shot gaze away from his for a moment as he stood there in silence.

When you looked up a moment later, your heart broke at his worried expression. His hands were shaking slightly.

“I’m just…overwhelmed,” you admitted hoarsely.

Jamie got down on the floor next to you, patting the space between his legs and reaching for you. You shuffled over to sit in his lap, your legs swung over one of his, arms going around his body and face sliding to nestle in his neck.

His arms wound around you protectively, rubbing your back and rocking back and forth slightly.

“Why are ya feeling overwhelmed, love?” he wondered gently.

You inhaled shakily, your face still buried in him. “I just…I’ve been getting a lot of hate comments and mean tweets lately. And then those paparazzi incidents today were awful and then my mom just texted me saying things like ‘why are you with him’ and ‘you shouldn’t be with someone like that.’ Then there was a link to this article that had pictures from today and they’d edited me to look horrible.”

Jamie sighed, his voice soft. “I’m so sorry, love. I’m truly so sorry. People are arseholes.”

“Why do they hate me so much?”

“They hate what they don’t have. They see us happy and they’re miserable, so they want to make us miserable. People throw rocks at things that shine.”

You moved your head off his neck so you could look him in the face. You smiled through your tears. “Did you just quote Taylor Swift at me?”

“I did,” he smiled. “But I’m not kidding. Media is fucked up. People on the internet are fucked up. They’re bored and feel the need to stick their stupid opinions where they’re not wanted.”

“It’s just so frustrating.”

“I know. But what matters is you and me. That’s it.”

“You’re right. You and me. That’s it.”

Jamie smirked mischievously. “Besides, they’re probably jealous you get to sleep with a hot footballer and they don’t.”

You laughed. “Jamie, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m not sleeping with Roy.”

Jamie laughed in return. “Oi! Ya don’t need to be an arsehole about it.”

You gazed happily at him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. And I promise, forget all that shit. If you’re ever feeling this way again, just talk to me. I’ll make sure to let you know that all I need is you and you alone. This love is ours. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

You pressed your lips to his for a sweet kiss, feeling much more reassured.

“Now come on,” Jamie encouraged when he pulled away, “I’ve gotta see if Roy actually can cook.”

“I think he can, Jamie.”

“We’ll just see about that, won’t we?”

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saintsir4n · 1 month

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CALM DOWN

in which brian gets mad!

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“Hey! Hey! Back off — Vince outside, put down the vase, you’re not breakin’ shit in my house. Brian go upstairs, Summer you go with him, clean those bruised hands,” Dom’s voice carried through the living room that was practically turned on its head. One small conversation turned into a big argument and then it eventually got physical. “What did I day? No fighting on Sundays. It’s a day for family and you two do the exact opposite, so now everyone cool off until dinner's ready.”

Vince scoffed, his glare never left Brian’s retreating figure until Leon and Jesse pushed him outside. Letty followed Dom, deciding to help him with the rest of the food prep, whilst Mia and KeKe helped pick up anything broken to toss in the trash.

Carson rolled her eyes as she joined Brian in the upstairs bathroom. Her dress would’ve gotten ruined if she hadn’t moved away from her boyfriend who had tussled with Vince until Dom got involved and pulled them apart with Jesse and Leon’s help.

Brian was against the sink, watching as she pulled out the first aid kit in silence, brows pinching together when she didn’t say anything to him, and just sighed to herself.

“You’re gonna give me the silent treatment, really?” He exacerbated, as she pulled out bandaids, cotton pads and hydrogen peroxide.

“Just stop movin’,” she muttered when she got him to wash his hands.

“He insults us and I get the cold shoulder? I don’t believe this, you’re supposed to be on my side.”

She frowned, “There are no sides Brian, and drop that base from your voice, I’m not the problem here.”

He laughed in disbelief, “Oh, and I am?”

“I never said that," she sighed, trying to wipe the cuts as he winced at the pain.

“You’re not denying it," Brian stressed, annoyed that she didn't have a problem with it.

“You didn’t have to react," Carson hated violence and her boyfriend seemed to be constantly around it.

He scoffed, “So I’m just supposed to take his shit.”

“I never said that either," she retorted, "Hold still." Brian cursed when the hydrogen peroxide coursed over his open wounds, "Sorry."

“Then what are you sayin’? ‘Cause to me it just sounds like you think I’m in the wrong," he gritted out, body digging into the sink as he felt some pain. "That I’m the issue, and I should just sit back and let guys like Vince walk all over me.”

She rose a brow, “Guys like Vince?”

He rolled his eyes, “Here we go.”

“Here we go what?” She looked at him, seeing how heated he was getting about this.

“You’re focusin’ on that, really?”

“He’s my family so watch how you talk about him," she exclaimed.

“I’m your boyfriend and you’re actin’ like that don’t mean nothin’”

“You know that’s not true," her shoulders slumped. "You mean so much to me. Brian, you know that.”

“Do I?”

“You know you do.” She paused, pulling out a large bandage and cut it in half, “It’s just…”

“It’s just what?”

“You didn’t have to punch him," she stressed, applying some cream before wrapping his wounds.

“Yes, I did," he groaned, as she took a step back, “We hold hands and it’s a problem, we smile at each other it’s a problem, You sit on my lap and we kiss suddenly he can’t take it anymore and makes digs. If it’s at me I get it, he hates me, but the second he calls you naive, or an idiot, I'm not gonna sit back and do nothin'."

"Well I can see that," Carson gestured to his sore hands, "and I'm not some pushover, I can handle Vince, I'm just tired of the drama."

"He's the drama," he said, calmer.

"Says the guy with bloody fists," she teased, putting away the first aid kit and coming to stand between his legs.

"Well, they match his busted lip."

She couldn't help but laugh, "I appreciate you defending me, I do."

"I'll always defend you, you know that," Brian wouldn't let any harm come to her, even if it was just stupid words.

"But you need to keep that temper under control, you could've ripped my dress."

"Let me see," he cooed, trailing his hand down to the hem, "Sorry baby."

"Yeah I know, it's fine just calm down sometimes," she pleaded, with a pout.

"I'll calm down when he learns that I can kiss you whenever I want," Brian said, sternly, snaking his arms around her waist, "touch you, take you out and he can't do a damn thing because we're together alright? or I'll start thinkin' he's actin' more like a jealous ex and less like a brother."

"Alright, alright, you’re all cleaned up," she gently patted his chest, "lets go."

"Wait, wait, wait, let me kiss you, before we go down stairs, couldn't wanna get interrupted again would we?"

Carson laughed into the kiss.

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dylobilysmomg · 1 year

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Movie Scenes That Never Fail To Make Me Cry

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐰 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟑)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟒)

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𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝐆𝐮𝐧 (𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟔)

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗡𝗼𝘄 & 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗖𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲!

𝗶𝗯: 𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲𝟴𝟲𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆

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rare-clone-fic-exchange · 7 months

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Lost on Ryloth

Captain Keeli x Reader

Summary: Are you sure Captain Keeli died on Ryloth? Because I heard...when they went to collect the bodies of General Di and his fallen men, the captain was no where to be found...

No Minors Allowed

Word Count: 2, 300 (on the button and I love it)

POV: 2nd. No use of (name), (y/n), or blank spaces

Warnings: Reader is Twi'lek as I'm pretty sure there's no humans natively living on Ryloth, mentions canon deaths, mentions battle and healing, reader has a sassy grandmother, kinda a fix-it story.

"ma sareen" means "my sweet" and is a term of endearment

For the lovely @dystopicjumpsuit ! I tried my best to create something awesome for you, it might be a bit wonky and I apologize if it reads as such. (p.s. I hightlighted the thingys in red as it was the closest to Keeli's armour colour available)

You weren't supposed to be out here... and as blaster fire rained down in the valley before you, you became blindingly aware of the fact.

You should have been with the others of your kind...but instead of being holled up within one of the controlled settlements, you had somehow managed to slip by all of the seperatist sentries to hide in the caves nearby. It was just you and your grandmother.

You covered your ears as the battle went on. Blaster fire being tossed back and forth, a bright blue beam of light slashing about and grenades exploding, not only sending dirt everywhere - but men with it.

The Republic troopers were losing, you could see that clear as day, as the Jedi was quickly becoming the only one still standing. You watched, waiting on baited breath in fear.

The jedi, was all alone now...you watched in horror as the droids just kept coming.

This was it for him, you supposed...

Just as you thought the sentiment, your peripheral caught movement. Your eyes darted to the side to witness one solider stand back up, you gaze taking in his beaten form.

How in the stars could he even move after all that...?!

You instantly were in awe with the man, but your amazement lasted only a short time as you watched the two desperately fighting on with all their might.

The droids began to surround them in earnest, and you couldn't bear to watch on... There had to be something you could do...!

Your eyes caught sight of some rocks on the ledge, they looked precariously settled. Maybe you could...

You ears pricked as you heard the jedi call out, the trooper must have fallen, at least that is what you suspected. If you were quick...just maybe you could save them.

Summoning not only your courage, but your strength...you pushed against the rocks with all your might!!!

Until!!!

You caught yourself just in time, as the cliff came apart and tumbled down toward the droids and republic men - only to watch the other ledge get...taller...?

Your heart fell to your stomach as you screamed, scrambling for a foot or hand hold onto SOMETHING.

Your eyes darted to your destination, watching the droids shoot down the jedi. You were too late, and your attempt of rescue was going to end you as well - what a way to go.

If only you'd been smarter.

If only you hadn't tried to help.

But as the rocks tumbled down and smashed into droids, they somehow managed to narrowly avoid the bodies of the two men. And just as you thought all was lost for you...your heels caught onto a lower ledge. Mere feet from the ground, but it was something.

Panic coursed through your veins, you panted for a moment to catch your breath, but found yourself hurriedly climbing down. Your feet and fingers already lowering you down the cliffside until your feet touched the ground. Without so much of a thought, you ran to the bodies, first dropping to your knees beside the jedi.

Your fingers frantically moved about the exposed flesh of his neck - but no pulse was to be found. You swallowed thickly and maneuvered to the trooper and ducking down to him. Your trembling fingers fumbled around his armour to access his skin, and-

You gasped, quickly leaning your face to his own. Barely. Just barely, you could feel his breath. Hardly a whisp of life remained in him.

You started ripping at the plastoid, it was beat up anyways and it was stopping you from getting to his body. You had a chance - and you were taking it.

No matter the consequence.

Brown eyes stared up at the rock-ceiling but hadn't bothered to move. Keeli's eyes darted about as he tried to make sense of everything.

Hadn't he been shot down? Wasn't he dead...?

The very next question bubbled from his hoarse throat and through his chapped lips

"W-where am I...?!"

He gasped as he tried to sit up, pain blooming across his body, and was met with a gentle hand. His eyes darted to the assertive yet gentle touch, gaze following it to meet your concerned eyes.

His mind raced. So not dead. On Ryloth still - or at least he had a Twi'lek caring for him.

"Don't move so fast" you urged in a hush voice "you'll open all your wounds. Grandma spent a long time putting you back together"

Already, his brow was caked in sweat from exertion. And despite his mind urging him to hurry and get up and back to his men - to his general, he allowed you to push him back into the mattress.

Brown eyes locked onto your form, watching you with the close study of a trapped and wounded animal.

You smiled kindly and reached to the side, settling the cool cloth against his forehead then gliding it gingerly along his face.

"I'm sorry about your troops..." you began softly as you swept the cloth across his jaw.

You then took it away to dip it back in the bowl and wring it out. You glanced back to him, eyes flickering to his bare collar then back to his eyes in a silent plea for his permission. You had to forgo before due to him being unconscious...but you'd hate to impose your wants now - even if they were in his best interest.

The man let out a huff but relented, eyes closing and gifting you the tiniest of nods.

You brought the cloth back, wiping at his neck and his collar and shoulders silently, then set the cloth back.

You turned to leave, but your body lingered. Turning back to the man, you patted his hand with the gentility of touching thin and cracked glass.

"I was too late to save your jedi companion...but I was able to get you out. I wish I had been braver and stronger, if I had...perhaps things could have been different." you confessed quietly "But I am neither. So you will have to forgive me for that."

The clone only glanced his eyes towards you, not bothering to move his face to fully give his attention.

"Grandma said you would hopefully recover soon." you offered as you slowly stood "Until then, you'll be stuck with us. If you need anything, just call."

You then gave him your name and excused yourself from the room

Captain Keeli, as he'd later introduced himself as, had been cautious and unsure of you and your grandmother at first. It must've seemed weird, two Twi'leks living out in the middle of nowhere on their own...but he never stopped either of you from helping him in the healing process.

As the days wore on, he slowly relaxed and was willing to chat with you - until you seemed to spend more time chatting at his bedside than you did anything else. Keeli spent his time within your bed fiddling with his equipment or trying to barter you for small chores. The aimlessness of bedrest was not something that sat well with him, so it seemed, as he was more than happy to peel root vegetables while sitting in bed.

"Keeli, dear..." Your grandma began slowly with a smile "these wounds are healing nicely...soon you won't be stuck in this bed" she patted his arm affectionately

"Thank you ma'a-"

"Ah?"

"G-Grandma" he fumbled

"Much better" she beamed proudly to herself as she pulled her body to its feet "Now...if I could just get that grandchild of mine to listen as well as you do..."

Keeli chuckled softly as he pulled the robe-like top closed. You and your grandmother were quite the pair, and a duo he had grown not only accustomed to, but attached to.

It had been weeks since he and General Di had made that stand for Cham and his soliders. Weeks since he'd most likely been presumed dead. The captain wasn't sure what he was going to do with himself.

His commlink had been dammaged heavily during the battle, although you probably left some further damage to it when you had frantically been ripping his armour from him back then... so he'd been unable to get word to the Republic. And despite your ventures out and about...you'd yet to find a way to get a hold of Cham or his people.

"You know...one of these days..." your grandmother mused as she returned with a sweet roll for the captain "I won't be here"

"You shouldn't talk like that ma- ...uh... Grandma" Keeli urged softly, taking the delightful pastry

Your grandmother waved her magenta hand with a dramatic flair

"Nonsense, I am far too old to be told what to do-" she argued humoursly "but that's not the point. What is, is that my dear sweet grandchild will be left all on their own. I worry...that sweet little one has been tottling after me since their first breath. " she sighed as she rested back into the chair

"They love you a great deal m...Grandma" he pointed out in a gentle tone, his eyes watching the elderly Twi'lek as she seemed to drift away into her memories

"There's nobody here for them...and they will not leave this old bat behind" she frowned "If...if you decide you are unable to return to the fight, I would like for you to entertain the idea of staying."

"Ah..." his eyes darted about as he shifted uncomfortably in the bed

"I understand it's a touchy topic, and I am not telling you to give up on your life. I only ask that you think it over. That is all that I wish." she hummed as she began to stand "That is all that thanks I need for bringing you back to health. Though, if you do leave...I would hope you remember us fondly"

With that, Keeli was left to his thoughts and his feelings.

The weeks bled into months, now it had been 4 months' time since you'd rescued the clone. Keeli has long since been up and about, helping you and your grandmother around your home, yet...the captain never left. Never ventured out to find his brethern like he probably should've. Instead...he stayed close to you.

Over the time you'd spent with the captain, the two of you had developed into quite the team. And it soon became apparent, to you, that your feelings were not just infatuation or awe. You cared deeply for the once Captain and it pained you anytime you thought of him walking out of your life forever.

You turned at the sound of your name, your gaze finding those warm chocolate hues you adored.

"It's getting late, we better head in" he nodded towards the entrance of your home, holding a hand out to you "Don't want to worry Grandma"

You smiled, gratefully grasped his hand and let him lead you back to the home.

His hand was warm, as it enveloped your own...snugly...safely.

Your cheeks warmed at the cozy feeling settled deep inside your breast.

"You're awfully spacey...something bothering you?" he paused to watch your expressions

"...Keeli...? Are you happy?" you asked hesitantly, your gaze turning away from him and to the land beyond you both

"I think I'm as happy as one can expect to be" he mused, squeezing your hand "Don't tell me you're all upset over my happiness or lack thereof"

You didn't reply right away, instead your gaze shifted to the holster he kept on his hips. One of the few pieces of his armour he continued to wear.

"Hey...I'm not going anywhere" he spoke softly, pulling you to him and gently taking your other hand "Unless, of course, you want me to leave."

"N-no, I-"

"Good, because if I'm being honest...I don't want to leave. I don't want to go back" he confessed with a smile "Actually, I...I'm not sure how to put this..."

"Put...what...?"

"I've never really felt like this before, this calm and just...content. And you. You- well, I feel a lot for you too" he smiled bashfully his gaze searching for any sort of tell to give way to your feelings on the subject

You stared at him with surprise then pleased embaressment

"I care for you as well" you smiled back

Enboldened by your words, he crept closer to you. The two of you sharing the same space as his hand glided up to cup your cheek

"Then..." his gaze shifted from holding your own to your lips "would it be acceptable for me to stay? With you...?"

Your breath hitched as his face neared, his breath ghosting across your face

"Ma Sareen, there is nowhere else I'd rather be" he whispered

You gasped softly at the phrase in your native tongue

"Grandma may have taught me how to say it properly"

"Just tell him you love him back!" Your grandma yelled impatiently

The spell momentarily broken, you both let out your own breathy laughs

"Grandma...!"

She huffed at you and headed back inside.

"I'm so, so-"

Just as you turned back to Keeli, you found his lips upon your own. Your heart pounded in your ears as you melted against him, your fingers gathering the fabric of his shirt to ground you. The sweet and earnest display of affection was rapidly moving to something more sensual as your lips moved together.

All too soon, he pulled back and pulled you in for a tight embrace. He cheek resting against your own as he held you, although you could feel his heart hammering in his chest just as much as yours was in your own.

"I'm never leaving...I promise. We'll have all the time in the world" he pledged tenderly

You nodded softly, lekku twirling around each other in a silent show of your feelings, as you agreed happily

"All the time in the world"

#rare clone fic exchange #rare clone fic submission #star wars #clone wars #captain keeli #captain keeli x reader #captain keeli x you #tcw keeli #tcw keeli x reader #tcw keeli x you #feely for keeli? 👀#twi'lek! reader #I hope you like it 💜#tried my best for your fancy hubby #keeli's designs are super fancy #grandma was kinda inspired by mulan's grandma at the end there lol #meddling old ladies are so much fun i swear

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breathing-in-waves · 11 months

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I've had this for awhile now and never posted. It seems VERY appropriate to post now, enjoy my Richmond Women's League playlist 💙💛

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vodika-vibes · 6 months

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Vodikaaaaaaa my loveeeeeee ✨️

I saw those kiss prompts, and I just had to pop into your inbox for a request! There were so many good ones to choose from, but I am feeling soft, sappy, and fluffy today

Soooo, what about prompt, "a kiss against the cheek after discovering the other is napping" with Keeli 🥺

Please and thank you 💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Napping Kisses

Summary: You get home from a shopping trip, and have to go and hunt your boyfriend down.

Pairing: Captain Keeli x Reader

Word Count: 915

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I've never written for Keeli before, so I hope this is okay. But more importantly, I hope this has the soft vibes you're seeking. Also, I wrote this in under an hour, so go me?

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When you get home from grocery shopping you’re surprised that the house is dark, and quiet.

Generally speaking, when Keeli is here, and when he’s staying with you, and he didn’t go out with you for some reason, you’ll come home and there will be music playing, or something playing on the holo, or you’ll be able to hear him puttering around the kitchen.

His boots are still at the door…as are the more comfortable sneakers that you bought him when he started spending more time with you and less time at the barracks. Which means he hasn’t gone out. You didn’t really think so, honestly, he would have sent a message if he had gotten called in suddenly.

You walk into the kitchen and set the bags on the counter. You absently shove the perishable items where they belong, and then ignore the rest of the groceries in favor of finding your favorite person.

You start in the bedroom.

He’s not in bed, though you’d have been surprised if he was. He doesn’t like lounging in bed when you’re not there next to him. He’s also not in the shower, the door is open and his towel is in the laundry basket alongside his sleep pants from the night before.

You hum thoughtfully, grab the basket, and bring it to the laundry room. Though you just drop the basket on top of the dryer, and then continue your search.

You open the door to your craft room, and…nope. He’s not there either. Though you do see that some of his paints are out, and some of the brushes are laying out drying.

You tap the door frame thoughtfully, your eyes scanning the room. His paints are out, and his brushes are drying, but there’s no canvas on the easel …which means he can only be outside.

You step out of the craft room and pull the door shut behind you, and then you walk through the house and pull open the door that leads to the backyard.

Keeli’s canvas is lying in the sun, drying, but you still don’t see him. You glance at the painting and a fond smile crosses your face when you see that it’s a picture of the pair of you sitting out in the garden.

Keeli really is a very talented painter, though you know that if you say that to him, he’ll just deflect with a joke. You have an entire closet filled with paintings and sketches he’s done…you’re just waiting until he says it’s alright before you hang them.

But admiring your very talented boyfriend's paintings isn’t helping you find him any faster. So you spin on you heel and you scan your garden. He’s not tending to the vegetable garden, nor the herb garden, none of the plants are tall enough to hide him from you as of yet…

You think for a moment, and then you smile. You know where he is.

You cross through your garden, and walk the short distance over to the small orchard that your grandfather planted for you when you first bought the house.

You wander between the trees and there, near the end of a row of trees, laying in the shade under a tree, is Keeli. His arms are tucked under his head, and one of his knees is bent, and, as you approach him, you realize that he’s asleep.

A broad smile crosses your face, and you walk over to him and carefully sit on the ground next to him. You lean your head back against the tree behind you and just enjoy the quiet for a moment.

Your brave, handsome Keeli works so hard. He deserves a break.

You open your eyes and quietly lean down and press a gentle, lingering, kiss against his cheek. You’ll let him sleep, he deserves it.

You place your hands on the ground, to help yourself to your feet, but a quiet hum distracts you, “Leaving so soon, cyare?” Keeli asks, his voice thick with sleep.

You laugh quietly and settle yourself more comfortably on the ground, your hand coming up to lightly run across his head, “I didn’t mean to wake you, love.” You reply warmly.

His eyes open and he regards with a warm smile, “It’s alright. Welcome home.” Keeli’s arm snakes out and hooks around your waist, and he tugs so that you topple across his chest.

You laugh softly and adjust yourself so that you're lying more comfortably on top of him, “Mm, this is quite the welcome,” you joke easily, “Did you have a nice nap?”

“Hm…I think so. But it would have been better with you.” Keeli replies, as he cups your face.

You lean into his touch, “You’re such a sap, Keeli.” You say lovingly.

“Only for you, cyare. And my brother’s will never believe you.”

“They don’t need to know this side of you,” You agree, “I’ll be greedy and keep it all to myself.”

“Mm. Greedy over me.” Keeli says thoughtfully, “I like it. Very hot.”

“You would say that.” You reply with a sigh.

He flashes a small grin, and uses his hand to tilt your head towards his, “Love you, cyare.” He murmurs as he pulls you so your lips are hovering just over his.

“Love you more, you ridiculous man,” You answer with a grin, before you close the distance between your lips.

You have Keeli, and he has you, and nothing else matters at the moment.

#star wars #tcw #Captain Keeli x Reader #keeli x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction

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0funkyducky0 · 10 months

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𐐪𐑂 Keely Jones 𐐪𐑂

𐐪𐑂 Smut 💕 - 𐐪𐑂 Fluff 💝

#keely jones #ted lasso #keely jones smut #keely jones fluff #keely jones x reader #keely jones x reader fluff #keely jones x reader smut

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imarvelatthestars · 1 year

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The Force Flows - A Series

Captain Keeli x Reader

Glitch x Nila (OC) x Hevy

updated Jan. 25, 2023

Part 1

Part 2

#captain keeli x reader #hevy x reader #glitch x reader #star wars #the force flows masterlist

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writeroutoftime · 7 months

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flufftober day 2 - family, friends, loved ones

pairing: jamie tartt x reader

words: 0.7k

oOoOo

“Sometimes it feels like we’re never going to get married.” you lamented to Keeley and Rebecca as the three of you sat around Rebecca’s flat, sipping on wine with a trashy movie on in the background.

Being engaged to one of the biggest, hotshot players in the league was not all it was cracked up to be. Just over a year ago, Jamie had gotten down on one knee and popped the question, but between your schedule and his, you were in a perpetual state of engagement.

“Babes, it’ll all work out, I know it. But as long as the two of you know the commitment you want to make to each other, that’s all that matters, right?” Keeley reassured you, rubbing a soothing touch up and down your arm.

“I suppose you're right.”

“Of course she is.” Rebecca interjected. “My wedding to Rupert happened weeks after he proposed, cost a fortune, was a whole fucking affair turned out to be a pile of shit.”

Though you and Keely tried to keep a straight face, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Rebecca’s mini rant, her eventually joining in. It made you feel a bit better, and the thought slowly began to dissipate from your mind.

It wasn’t until two weeks later that you thought anything about your conversation with Keeley and Rebecca. You and Jamie had been called into the Dog Track, but neither of you were sure as to why. It was an off week for a match and a rare, free Saturday for the team to enjoy.

The two of you walked into the building, hand in hand, only to be met with Keeley and Roy, with a huge grin and a half scowl on their faces respectively.

“Finally!” Keeley cried, reaching to grab your hand and pull you away. Before Jamie could even protest, the blonde threw a quick “We’ll see you two later.” over her shoulder.

All your questions went unanswered until Keeley pulled you into Rebecca’s office, where the room in question stood waiting with three glasses of champagne and a mischievous smile on her face. You glanced around the room, eyes narrowed in confusion until you spotted a dress hanging a ways away - a white dress.

“Umm, guys, what’s going on?”

The two women looked at each other before looking back at you. “Do you trust us?” Rebecca asked.

oOoOo

Forty minutes later and you found yourself outside on the pitch, Jamie being led out by Roy and some of the other players. The two of you met in the middle and found Ted waiting there in a nice suit, and a cheesy grin on his face.

“Hey, y’all,” Ted started. “I know this isn’t necessarily the big day you probably dreamed of, but we thought we’d throw you this little party. Now Beard here has gotten himself ordained and we’re all ready to perform a little ceremony so that one of our favorite couples can call themselves hitched.” he smiled, before rushing to add on “‘Course, you don’t have to go through with this. We don’t mean to overstep, just wanted to do something nice for you two.”

You were stunned and overwhelmed by the love you felt from this team, and it was hard to stop the tears that pricked at the corner of your eyes. A huge grin overtook your features and you turned to look at your fiance, giving him a questioning look. Jamie looked towards his team, back at you, and smiled with the slightest nod. Both of you knew what your answer was.

“We’d love to.” Jamie said and was quickly drowned out by the cheers of everyone waiting to hear your decision.

You couldn’t help but laugh as Jamie was rushed down to the makeshift aisle with Beard while Keeley and Rebecca quickly walked down as your ‘bridesmaids,’ and Ted stood back with you offering you his arm.

“Hope you don’t mind, but can I walk you down?” he asked.

By that point, tears of joy and love were streaming down your face as you could only nod in response. It might not have been the ceremony you were expecting, but all that mattered was that you were surrounded by the people who loved you and you, finally, got to join your life with the man you loved.

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About You | Day 1 | j.t.

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: Your job? Pop culture journalist for The Independent. Your assignment? To write a profile on the cocky footballer that you're publicly feuding with.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Cussing. Enemies to lovers

A/N: I know I just posted the Prologue but here's the first chapter! All of this plus chapter two are posted on my Ao3 :) enjoy!

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The Nelson Road Stadium was bigger than you had imagined it, though you had never seen it in person before. Walking through the door, you timidly showed security your press pass before asking where you would be able to find either Keely Jones or anyone in charge. The security guard was less than helpful, just pointing haphazardly to the left. Instead of pressing further, you just decided to walk. Eventually, you’d have to run into someone who knew something, right?

Your eyes jumped from wall to wall, taking in the pictures and memorabilia that filled them. Pulling out your phone from your pocket, you opened your camera and snapped a picture. Either for the article or just for bragging rights, it could be useful in the future.

“Hiya,” An uneasy voice said from behind you. Startled, you whirled around to find a vaguely familiar face staring at you, a tiny woman with light hair, big eyes and eyebrows knitted together. “Are you waiting for someone?” It took a second for you to process what she was asking you. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to bring your heart rate down, you shook your head.

“I’m looking for Keeley Jones, or anyone who could be in charge here, really,” You explained before introducing yourself. “I’m from The Independent, and I’m doing the piece on Tartt.” Saying his name and the whole sentence out loud felt like a betrayal to yourself, but you tried to hide your distaste from your demeanor. The woman’s face lit up.

“Perfect timing then,” She said brightly. “I’m Keeley Jones.” Relief filled you. The idea of navigating this place on your own had been very stressful.

“Thank goodness,” You huffed. A part of you had been worried that everyone would be as lackadaisical as the security guard before.

“Thank you so much for doing this,” She said as she began to lead you down the hallway. “I think it’s going to be a wonderful opportunity for Richmond, and for Jamie.” Your face contorted slightly at the sound of his name, and you were thankful you were walking behind her so she couldn’t see it. When you didn’t respond, she glanced back at you. “I really think that once you get to know him, you’ll change your mind.”

Ahhh, so she had read your work.

“My articles about him were never meant to be personal,” You said while trying not to sound defensive. Wanting to elaborate further, you searched your brain for any semblance of an explanation, but turned up empty. She nodded in a surprisingly understanding way.

“You weren’t wrong by any stretch,” She admitted, giving you an earnest look. “He’s a piece of work. But he has changed, I promise you.”

You said nothing. What was there to say? Every person in this club all views Tartt as family. Of course they would be quick to defend him, especially against someone who was very publicly critical of him.

Not that he needed the defense, of course. Whenever an article of yours about him hit the socials, he was quick to respond on Twitter, and it always led to a very public spat between the two of you. Another reason on the list as to why the public loved the feud you had with a man who you had never met in person.

Keeley led you up a set of stairs and outside a closed door. She gave you a quick smile before tapping her knuckles against it.

“Just wanna let Rebecca know you’re here before letting you meet the team,” She whispered as a voice called from the other side, Come in!

The door swung open and the two of you entered. Your presence was swiftly forgotten as the two of them squealed and embraced. Crossing your arms over your chest, you glanced around the office and pretended to not be eavesdropping on their mini conversation.

“What are you doing here?” Rebecca asked excitedly.

“I set up a profile on Jamie for The Independent! I wanted to be here when the journalist showed up,” She explained, before turning back to you. When Rebecca did the same, she seemed to be studying you. She was taller than you had imagined her to be, wearing a pencil skirt and a sleeveless top. You felt nervous just being in her presence.

As Keeley introduced the two of you, the platinum blonde’s face seemed to firm at the sound of your name, making you nauseated. The warmth returned to her face just as quickly as it went.

“Pleasure to have you,” She said as she held out a hand. Whether her tone was sincere or not, it was hard to say. Swallowing the anxiety, you took it.

“How long are you coming ‘round for?” Keeley asked. You looked up at the ceiling in thought.

“A week or two, depending.”

“Depending on… what exactly?” Rebecca asked, her grin faltering ever so slightly. The question itself made you want to turn around and run home. You had met a lot of powerful people in your career, but there was something about the way Rebecca held herself that made you more intimidated than you had ever felt before.

“Just depending on how things are going and if I feel like I need more time,” You explained quickly. “I will be at the next two matches.” Keeley broke out into a wide smile.

“That’ll be fun! You can sit in the box with us!” Keeley exclaimed. She tried to be subtle, but you didn’t miss the squeeze Rebecca gave Keeley’s arm at this comment, all while keeping a cool, collected face. You could almost feel the spike in your blood pressure.

“Shall I meet the team?” You asked, averting Rebecca’s eyes while desperately trying to appear as if you didn’t want to cry.

“Yes! Of course!” Keeley exclaimed. She quickly turned and gave Rebecca a kiss on the cheek before heading towards the door, a slight bounce in her step. “I’ll be back for lunch, Becs!”

“Do let me know if you need anything!” Rebecca called to your receding back. In lieu of a proper response, you gave her a quick smile before closing the door behind you.

The tension in your body seemed to go away, but you knew it was only temporary.

Keeley gave you the grand tour of the building. Every bathroom, office, or cleaner’s closet, she knew where it was and she made sure to show you. It hadn’t occurred to you just how big the stadium was on the inside, and it made you all the more grateful for her guidance.

The changing room was empty when she opened the door and let you venture in. Something about that was relieving to you. You walked along the benches, reading every name over each locker. When you got to Tartt’s name and number, you felt your heart drop into your abdomen. Something about reading his name on the wall and seeing the contents of his locker made this whole thing become suddenly real. And while you stood behind every word you’ve ever written about him, you felt incredibly anxious over how the next week (or two) would go.

“Where is everyone?” You asked Keeley while trying to pull my eyes away from the placard.

“Training,” She answered. “We’ll go out in a second.” You nodded, turning to find her beaming at you. Raising a hand, she pointed at one of the doors. “That’s the coach’s office.” You glanced at the closed door, seeing the desks through the window. “And that is the boot room.” You turned your head once more to find her other hand pointed at the room across the way. She took a step towards you, lowering her voice. “Careful going in there. It’s used for more than just dirty boots and washing the kits.”

You raised an eyebrow at her.

“It’s a sanctuary, so to speak,” She elaborated. “Serious conversations. Therapy sessions. Maybe even a shag, who knows?” Your shock must’ve crossed your face, because she instantly laughed. “I would never, but you can’t be sure.” Her eyes narrowed slightly in thought. “Also Will the kit boy is always in here. It's practically his office.. Seems to hear everything, that one. So be careful of that as well.” Before you had any chance to give a response, she turned and began to move, prompting you to follow.

She led you to the tunnel, and you could feel the anxiety pouring out of you. As you made your way into the sunlight, you squinted as everything slowly came into focus.

If you thought the stadium itself was bigger in person, you weren’t prepared for the field itself. The green was so brilliant when it wasn’t on the other side of a television screen. The seats appeared as if they had just gotten a fresh coat of paint. As Keeley led you towards the coaches, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking around. In the distance, you could see the players running around the field as they practiced plays for the next game. When your eyes caught a flash of the number 9, you turned your gaze to Keeley’s shoes in front of you, wanting to crawl out of your skin.

“G’ morning, gentlemen!” She called as the two of you approached the coaches. A chorus of greetings rang out as Keeley approached the tallest man with black hair and mean eyebrows, who you could only assume was the famous Roy Kent, and gave him a sweet kiss. As soon as she pulled away, his eyes fell on you.

“Who’s this?”

She introduced you, and not unlike Rebecca, the second your name left her mouth, the three of them visibly tensed. It went as quickly as it came, although the tension within yourself was only starting to build. If Keeley had noticed the change in the air, she didn’t voice it.

“This is Roy Kent, Nate Shelley, and Coach Beard,” Keeley introduced. You went around to each of them to shake their hands while she continued on. “She’s here to do the piece on Jamie.” You were already taking a step away from them when all their eyes widened.

“They- they’re having you do the profile?” Nate asked in a soft, unsure voice. Holding back a sigh, you nodded.

“Is this a fuckin’ joke?” Roy Kent asked, his eyes still on Keeley. Her face fell slightly at his reaction, and it was then that it occurred to you that these reactions were just as hurtful to her, who set the profile, as it was to you.

“Don’t be rude, babe,” She said, shaking her head. “This will be good for both of them.” Coach Beard cleared his throat.

“Only if she-” He nodded his head at you. “-can remain unbiased.” All four sets of eyes fell on you, and you could feel the blood rising in your cheeks.

“I’m always unbiased,” You said, unable to hide the defensiveness this time. Beard scoffed.

“Okay.”

Just barely shaking your head, you wanted to walk out right then and there. This whole thing already felt like you were walking around with your tail between your legs, but coming for your journalistic integrity was something you weren’t going to take lightly.

“I’m going to write the truth,” You said simply. “And the truth will be whatever Jamie gives me.”

Despite what the reader’s would want, you thought to yourself, which would be the continuation of the war between the two of you.

As if on cue, Roy Kent turned towards the players in the field.

“WHISTLE!”

The yell made you jump, but everyone else seemed to be accustomed to it, the players immediately pausing the play and running over. A few confused looks were thrown in your direction, but you took the time to take your notepad out of your pocket to take some notes as the coaches addressed the team.

Roy Kent yells “whistle” instead of using one. Beautiful weather for practice. Team really responds well to-

“‘Scuse me, Coach?” A familiar Mancunian accent called out. Your pencil froze instantly, but not before a line went across the paper in surprise.

“Yeah, Jamie,” Coach Beard said patiently. Out of your peripheral vision, you saw him point a finger at you.

“Who’s that?”

All eyes fell on you. Despite the warm, late spring heat, your blood ran cold. Keeley, who was now tucked into Roy’s side, cleared her throat before announcing your name. Your eyes fell on every players’ face, watching as their expressions changed from confusion to downright disdain. A few heads turned in the direction of Jamie, who’s jaw had tensed.

“She’s here to do a piece on Jamie,” Keeley continued, and you had to give her credit for being completely unfazed by the change in mood. “She’ll be here for a week or two, and will be at both of the next matches.”

Unsure of what else to do, you raised a hand in greeting, trying to muster up a smile. Surprisingly, there were a few muttered greetings, although the overall impression you had was not pleasant.

“Is this a fuckin’ joke?”

All eyes turned to Jamie, who had been quiet until this point. He wasn’t looking at you, just staring in disbelief at Keeley and the coaches. Roy raised and dropped his shoulders in response, having said the exact same thing just moments before. Keeley’s head fell slightly to the side.

“Come on, Jamie,” She said, pleadingly. “This’ll be good for you! It’s a chance to show everyone how much you’ve changed!”

He wasn’t hearing her, however, as he shook his head before storming off back towards the changing room. When he disappeared down the tunnel, all eyes fell on you once more. Keeley broke from Roy to follow Jamie, but you stopped her.

“I should probably handle this,” You said to her quietly. She looked unsure, but still nodded. Taking a deep breath, you turned and made your way back towards the changing room. The coaches didn’t miss a beat as Roy Kent’s voice could be heard echoing throughout the field.

“Get moving! Fifty laps, let’s go!”

Just before you passed the threshold of the tunnel, all of the team made their way past you, and not a single one went by without giving you either an intense glare or curious stare.

As you made your way into the changing room, you were greeted by something hitting against the wall loudly. Across the room from you was Jamie, and across from him was the laundry bin, which was now tipped onto its side and well away from the spot you had seen it in before. He was wearing a black sports shirt with dark blue sleeves and the word Bantr sported across his torso. His black Nike shorts went above mid thigh, and hugged his muscular thighs just perfectly. When he looked up to find you, he immediately turned away.

“I don’t want to fuckin’ talk to ya, just piss off,” He said, voice laced with venom. Despite his tone, you took a few steps forward.

“I didn’t want to do this either, you know,” You told him. “It’s all for publicity. You have to understand that.” He laughed.

“Wasn’t publicity when you wrote that bullshit about me,” He threw back. “‘If Jamie Tartt behaved in public the way he played on the field, a lot of journalists would be out of a job, including meself.’” There was something surreal about your words being used against you in this moment, but he kept going. “‘This stint on Love Conquers All just proves that some of us should stick to what we know, although for Jamie Tartt, that narrows down to football and being a twat, so maybe he was just trying to explore his options.’” Despite his anger, you had to bite the inside of your cheek.

“So you’re a fan.”

“Hilarious.”

“You have my work memorized,” You pointed out in a vain attempt to break the strain. “Sounds like fan behavior to me.” He shook his head, not amused.

“A proper comedian, you are.” You let out an exasperated sigh.

“I won’t apologize for what I wrote,” You said bluntly. “Just like I don’t expect you to apologize for anything. But I have to be here. And I’m not here to make you look bad. I’m just here to write what I see.”

Though his jaw was still tense, he seemed to consider this as he stared at the ground.

“Is that what you’ve always done?” He asked, his head still turned towards the floor with his eyes jumping towards you. “Wrote what you saw?” You nodded slowly. His gaze dropped to the floor again, his hand running through his long hair, which was falling on either side of his forehead. “So all you saw me as was a fuckin’ twat?”

The easy answer was yes, but it didn’t feel so easy when you were being asked the question now.

“It’s easy to see things in a person when you don't really know them,” You admitted quietly. “That’s probably why a lot of journalists aren’t very popular.” He nodded, seeming to agree with you. “But maybe you could take this as a chance to prove me wrong.” Suddenly, he raised his head so he was staring straight ahead, still not at you. “Everyone who I’ve met since getting here has shown in one way or another that they don’t approve of what I said. You’ve shown many people that there’s more to you than a cocky arsehole.” Confidently, you took a step forward, and you were pleased when he didn’t react to it.

“So show me too.” This is what made him finally turn his head towards you. You nodded at him. “And I’ll show everyone else.”

A nod from Jamie was all you got before he turned on his heel and walked back out to the pitch. Something in you felt relieved over this chat. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as hard as you thought it would.

For the rest of practice, you sat in the stands, taking notes, watching and listening. For the most part, it seemed that your presence had been forgotten, although there was the occasional glance from one of the players or coaches. Keeley had long gone back to work, leaving you in the trenches.

Afternoon quickly fell into evening. When the players were released to go to the showers, you rose and began to collect your things. A slight whistle came from behind you, and when you turned, you were unexpectedly greeted by Coach Beard. Slowly rising to stand straight, you waited. He seemed to be struggling to find the words to say.

“I don’t have kids,” He started, causing your eyebrows to knit together. “But these players are my sons.” Your face relaxed again, understanding hitting you. He gestured towards the players who were still filling into the tunnel. “Those are my boys. When you come for one of my boys, you come for all of us.” You opened your mouth to speak, but he raised his hand to stop you. “I won’t fault you for what is in the past. I understand you have a job to do, and no one will stop you from doing it. But he’s not the same.” As he said it, he turned in time to see the number 9 disappear into the tunnel. “He’s not the guy you wrote about before.” He turned back to you, a tender smile on his face. “Give him a chance.”

You weren’t sure if a response beyond a nod was needed, so that was all you gave. He nodded back, as if some unspoken agreement had been come to, and followed after the men. You threw your bag over your shoulder and made your way out.

When you got to your car, the car park had largely emptied out. As you threw your bag into your passenger side door, you noticed the car a few spaces away from you was occupied. Jamie Tartt continued to sit in his idling vehicle, staring at the wheel. When you climbed into the driver’s side, you looked over to find that he was already returning your gaze.

You hesitantly lifted your hand and gave him a wave. He waved back with an over-enthused smile, before raising the middle finger at you and quickly pulling out of the spot, tires screeching behind him.

Your hand dropped back to your lap in defeat.

This was going to be the longest week of your life.

And there was no way you were staying for two.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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Sunshine and Flowers

Logan Howlett x plus size reader

Logan has had a great many loves in his long life and he’s over it. He doesn’t want to lose anyone else yet somehow, the annoying and very much younger art teacher at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, wormed her way into his heart.

Warnings: grumpy and sunshine, jealousy, Logan is a dick but we been knew, reader is kind of oblivious and touch starved, age-gap (reader is mid 20s and Logan is old as shit), Logan POV, bit of a slow burn, reader and Logan are Keely and Roy coded

WC: 3.8k

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“Yo Logan!” The seemingly ever present pounding in the older mutant’s temples suddenly got worse, the band around his forehead tightening as the young woman cheerfully skipped up to him without a care in the world. Her arm looped through his own, tucking herself into his side, like she always did.

“What d’ya want?” He grumbled. It was easier to just ask her outright than stay silent and her chatter away at him for an hour before she finally got to her point. Y/N beamed up at him, her e/c eyes sparkling. “Wellllll… I was wondering if you wanted to come with me on a little field trip with the kids! I was thinking of bringing them to the MET, you know because art.” She waved her right hand around as if to emphasise her point.

“No.” Logan said firmly.

“Aw please! Please Logan! Please! Please! Please!” He could practically feel his blood pressure rising as Y/N pleaded with him, pulling on his arm, acting like a complete child. Dear god, what had he done to deserve this?

With the huge throngs of students constantly being enrolled in the school, Charles had come up with the bright idea to introduce an art program to the children as a way of “expressing their creativity”. But what that actually meant was hiring a new teacher specifically for this class since no adult in the school had even an ounce of artistic talent.

And so six months ago, Y/N Y/L/N, a recent college graduate, strolled into the mansion and never left. Her gift to generate small stars gave her the remarkable ability to light her classroom in any way she wished, allowing her students the perfect lighting to create absolute masterpieces. And like her gift, she herself was a big ball of endless energy that constantly bounced around, latching onto whoever she came across, and more often than not, that person was Logan.

For some inexplicable reason, she gravitated to him, always seeking his approval, trying to get him to engage in activities with their students, among many many other things that made the older man truly resent when the final bell of the school day rang and she would float into his classroom, ranting about something or another. The only way he could get her to stop was by distracting her, usually by shoving her in the general direction of her best friend, Alex Summers.

But Havok was on a road trip with Sean and Peter for the next month, so he had been abandoned. Logan sighed as her grating voice made his sensitive ears ring, and the overpowering smell of her flowery perfume was a downright assault on his senses. “Logan, come on! It’ll be soooooo much fun! I’ll even buy you lunch after!”

While the temptation of free food was great, Logan knew it wouldn’t be worth spending the entire day with Y/N glued to his side, forcing him to do whatever she wanted. Taking a deep breath, prepared to let her down as gently as he could, given that his patience was hanging on by a thread, he would probably be more rude than he wanted to be, when he paused, really taking in the young woman.

“Is that my shirt?” He drawled, his dark eyes flicking over her plump body. She was wearing one of her typical outfits, white converse splashed with paint, shorts that very well could be called Daisy dukes, they were that short, with little flowers embroidered on them. Her chubby thighs almost entirely on view with one of his favourite red plaids on top of a black tank top instead of her usual blouse, making her sizeable cleavage pop. Y/N looked away bashfully.

“Yeah, I um found it in the movie room and it looked so warm so I took it and it’s super comfy like seriously how do you get your shirts so soft it’s really weird but they always smell like cigars so I guess that’s the downside. That’s not to say you smell bad! I’m just saying that it’s like your trademark-“

There she went again. “It’s fine kid, just wash it before you give it back.”

“What about the MET!” She called after him.

“Maybe.” He grumbled and with that he walked away, be-lining for the kitchen where he stashed his Vodka, losing her in the sea of students just getting out of class.

“Now, for today’s class, we’re going to go over some art history!” A collective groan resonated through the room but Y/N’s bright smile never faltered, it actually got bigger as she looked over her small group of students sitting around the art-filled room. “I know, I know but this stuff is important! Art plays such a big role in human evolution. Actually, the argument can be made that our ability to create art is what truly sets us apart from other animal species-“

There was no denying that Miss Y/L/N’s class was a favourite among the young mutants. Her rants not only served to brighten up their day but they also prevented her from giving out any actual work. It especially helped when most of them came from Logan’s class the period before. He was quite well known to be, well there’s no delicate way to put this, a hard ass.

So when, during this spring afternoon, with just a month left before summer break, Logan strode into the art class, his heavy boots thundering loudly against the hardwood floors, everyone was shocked. Y/N was pacing the room now, well and truly absorbed in her own thoughts, which became an impassioned speech as soon as the words formed in her mind. Logan cleared his throat as he leaned against the door jam, his jaw cleaned tightly when she didn’t answer or look at him.

The collection of children were now starting to get nervous as the seconds ticked by, Logan’s eyes getting steadily darker with anger, the muscle in his lower jaw working over under his mutton chops. They could all see his famous tempter growing and none of them wanted to be on the receiving end. “Um Miss?” A young girl spoke up, trying to break her train of thought. But nope, that couldn’t stop her.

Logan was getting fed up now. How in the hell did these kids even learn anything with the way she was carrying on? “Kid.” He growled, immediately making the entire class freeze, including the young teacher.

“Oh Logan! Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” She laughed nervously, pulling on the edge of her sheer pink sleeve. He noted she was wearing a dress today, it was frilly and absolutely drowning in flower print, with translucent sleeves that went all the way down to her wrists.

“Right, Wheels needs us in his office. Now.” He pressed as she opened her mouth to point out she was in the middle of a lecture. Y/N nodded then addressed the class. “All right, students. I guess you’re getting out early today. No homework!” She was quick to jog out of the room before the kids were able to leave their seats, effectively avoiding the clambering mass of them trying to practically sprint out.

Her smaller hand easily slipped into Logan’s bigger one, intertwining their fingers as her left hand came up to rest on his exposed forearm. He felt the cool of her metal rings against his skin. Unconsciously, he noted that he had never seen her wear any kind of jewellery before. “Did Charles say what he wanted?” Her eyes caught his brown ones, falling into step with the older mutant through the quiet halls. Logan just shrugged, fishing a half used cigar from his breast pocket and sticking the thoroughly chewed end in his mouth, a sharp canine slicing into it.

“Hmm.” She hummed, her gaze shifting down to her feet, trusting Logan to guide them to the headmaster’s office. “Do you think it’s a mission?”

“He doesn’t send you on missions.” Logan said firmly.

“Yeah I know but it could be! Stranger things have happened.”

“Like what?” He humoured her.

“How about Peter actually scoring a date~” She teased, making the Wolverine’s lip turn up briefly in a smile then dropped again into a frown before she could see.

“You do have a point.” He conceded. They rounded the last corner and came to a stop outside the solid door of Charles’ office. Logan went to knock, a muffled ‘please come in’ sounded before his permanently bruised knuckles could meet the stained wood.

Charles sat behind his grand desk, glasses perched on the end of his nose as he looked over a mountain of paperwork that gave Y/N a headache just from looking at it. She pulled her hand from Logan’s and bounced over to one of the two chairs in front of the headmaster, immediately making herself comfortable.

Clasping her hands on her lap with her back up straight, Y/N focused on the older mutant as he took off his reading glasses and laid them on what looked to be his grade book. Logan himself leaned against the doorjamb, much like he did in the young woman’s classroom, crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest.

Charles sighed deeply as he looked at his teachers. “There really is no way to say this delicately so I suppose I’ll just say it: Erik’s come home.” Logan’s entire body seized with an emotion akin to fear.

“Fuck.” He snarled. But Y/N had an entirely different reaction. Her face visibly lit up but not with excitement but instead with the joy of someone who didn’t have to lie anymore. Charles raised an eyebrow at the young woman, prompting her to explain herself.

“He slept in my room last night, there was no other free space.” She said casually as if she hadn’t just dropped the bomb that she spent the night with a dangerous mutant who hadn’t hesitated to kill before. “Don’t worry! I was being safe. He slept on my couch.”

“Like that makes this whole thing any better.” Logan muttered under his breath but only Charles heard him. The telepath gave him a strange but knowing look before turning back to the young art teacher.

Her smile wavered only for a moment before returning with full force. “He was super nice to me! He even picked out my jewellery today.” She flashed her hands towards the headmaster, showing off the various silver rings that adorned her fingers. Logan huffed at her naivety but Charles had an entirely different reaction. He took her hands into his own, delicately tracing the metal with a soft touch.

“Erik did a good job, they look wonderful. But Y/N, I still want you to be wary. Erik can be very volatile and unpredictable and his abilities far outmatch your own. Just be careful.” She gave a firm nod. “Although, I believe you could do him some kind of good to be around someone who finds him tolerable.” Charles gave a not so subtle glance toward the Wolverine who scoffed and rolled his eyes.

An awkward and tense silence fell over the trio. Y/N cleared her throat, tugging on the hem of her dress which lay only an inch above her knees. “Is that all you wanted to tell us?”

“Well, I do need to speak to you about this art trip you have planned. Logan, you’re welcome to stay, you might find this information useful.”

“Fuck no, I have better things to do with my time.” He regretted the words as soon as they left his lips. She visibly flinched at his words and her smile became so fake it made him ache. Charles’s own expression fell as he sat back in his high-back chair.

“Then if you’ll please excuse us, we have some things to discuss.” He said sternly, quite obviously not pleased with Logan’s rudeness. “Close the door on your way out.”

As the door swung shut behind him, Logan caught the smallest whimper escaping her lips and the muffled words of his old friend consoling her.

The manor was almost dead silent as Logan emerged from the cave that was his room. There were no sounds of footsteps (save for his own), or screaming or chatter, there wasn’t even the ever present clatter of utensils from the kitchen.

Curiously, he wandered through the empty halls, occasionally glancing into the empty rooms he passed. Just as his dark brows began to furrow with concern, Ororo turned the corner, nose buried in a book. “Hey Storm.” Her dark eyes met his own.

“Logan?” She replied with a curious head tilt before returning to her book. Logan huffed through his nose.

“Where is everyone?” She gave him a strange look and glanced over her shoulder as if the answer to his question was just behind her. The young mutant snapped her book shut.

“At the MET? You know the big field trip that Y/N organised. I thought you were going with them. She has been talking about it for weeks.” Logan’s frown deepened. That was today? Storm seemed to pause as she took in his stormy expression. “Oh, I guess you forgot. No wonder she was so upset when they left. I guess it’s a good thing Erik went with her then.”

Just then, noise exploded through the halls once more as dozens of feet stomped on the expensive hardwood. Ororo sighed heavily through her nose, upset at not being able to have a little more quiet to finish off her chapter. But Logan remained frozen in place, his veins filled with icy terror. “Repeat that last part?”

She glanced at him with a devastating side eye. “Evidently, Erik saw how upset she was this morning when you didn’t get on the bus so he decided to go with her to take care of the kids.” She shrugged and tucked the leather-bound volume under her arm. “She looked like she was going to cry before he stepped up.”

Poison curled in his gut but he quickly stamped it down. Just then, kids and teens stampeded around the corner, hyped up on what Logan guessed to be sugar and excitement. And right smack dab in the middle was Magneto, his head thrown back in laughter, the corded muscles in his neck and shoulders rippling with the movement. His right arm was bent allowing for the soft hand of the younger woman to rest on his forearm. Y/N was smiling shyly at him, not used to the undivided attention he was giving her.

As they passed him, Logan caught her eye. She barely even gave him a glance but he saw the sadness deep within those e/cs and he knew it was because of him. She quickly looked away, drawing her gaze back to the dangerous mutant who was speaking once more, his laughter fading. But Logan couldn’t hear what he was saying over the roaring in his ears.

He watched them until they disappeared into one of the many living rooms of the manor. “At least he got her smiling again.” He barely registered Ororo’s words before she too left him.

This went on for weeks. It seemed that everywhere he turned, Logan would see the unlikely pair together. Whether that be baking in the middle of the night, reading quietly in the library, working on lesson plans, he even saw them training together!

He watched them from afar as they grew closer and her pull away from himself until one day he was walking out of his classroom after a long day. “Wait up!” Unconsciously, Logan slowed his pace , a smile crawling upon his face. He expected the familiar weight of her touch against his arm, the smell of her floral perfume and the bright sound of her laughter but when a blur raced by him, his heart dropped.

Y/N flung herself at Erik who was just a few paces in front of him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug too tight to be just friendly. He caught her easily, his arms winding around her thick waist and tugged her closer.

Logan forced himself to turn away, missing the sad look she cast him, heartbreak clear in her eyes.

The end-of-school party was alive with laughter and music. Lights floated over the small dance floor that had been assembled in the gardens. Professors mingled on the wooden stage, swaying to the smooth acoustic guitar Kurt was strumming. But Logan’s attention was trapped on the centre of the crowd where a small circle of space had been formed and trying as hard as he might, he couldn’t look away.

Y/N twirled in time with the music, her eyes shut as she let it wash over her. Her skin glowed in the golden sunset, the sweat along her brow sparkled like glitter as she moved. Pale green tulle embroidered with dozens of sunflowers floated around her, her dress fluttering in the light breeze. She was absolutely breath-taking. No weight rested on her shoulders nor anxiety in her face. She was serene, she was like a goddess in human form, dancing and delighting with mere mortals.

How badly he wanted to stride across the gardens and take her into his arms, to feel her curves beneath his palms as they moved together. Logan shook himself from those thoughts and took another sip of whiskey. The alcohol burned as it slid down his throat but that was nothing compared to the burning rage in his stomach as another man approached her.

Erik, dressed in a matching dark green suit, caught her mid-twirl, his left hand holding her hips in place as he captured her left hand in his right. She fell easily into step with him, her once fluid movements becoming a slow waltz.

Logan was so consumed in his anger that he hadn’t noticed another person walking to his side until they were right next to him.

“Why are you so worked up about this? You’ve made it very clear that you can barely even tolerate her.” Logan’s scowl deepened, his eyes growing even darker with rage as Hank spoke to him. “I mean even I’ve heard about the things you’ve said to her and I barely leave the lab.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Beast.” He didn’t bother to hide the way he was glaring at the pair. Almost as if in slow motion, Erik pressed his lips to her ear, speaking in a whisper so quiet, even Logan’s powerful hearing couldn’t pick it up. She pulled away from him for just a moment and hope bloomed in his chest. But it quickly died as she nodded in response.

Erik took her hand, their fingers intertwining as he led her away. Logan slammed his now empty glass down on the temporary bar behind him and stormed off towards the couple. The music faded away as he ran.

Her laugh carried on the breeze, the skirt of her dress fluttering behind her. Logan ran faster, now regretting the tight suit pants and button-up he donned for the evening as they got steadily further and further away.

Without thinking, he made a sharp left, launching himself over the perfectly pruned flower beds Charles loved so much and tore through the gardens. Then suddenly, she was within sight. One heeled foot was over the threshold but he still had a chance.

With a final burst of speed he grabbed Y/N’s wrist before she could enter the manor, forcing her to let go of the other man. “Don’t go with him. Please.”

“Logan, what are you doing?”

“I can’t let you go with him. Y/N, I-“ He swallowed harshly, his grip tightening ever-so-slightly. Y/N looked over her shoulder to the other mutant only to find him gone. “Fuck why can’t I just say it.”

Her body was fully turned to him now. “Say what?”

Taking in a deep breath, he looked into her eyes. “I love you.” The slap came out of nowhere, knocking the breath from his lungs. Y/N’s jaw was dropped in shock as if she didn’t see it coming either even though it was her hand that now burned with the sting of meeting his unshaven cheek.

“Let me go, who-who put you up to this?” She attempted to pull away from his hold but he wouldn’t let her go.

“Y/N-“ He started but was quickly interrupted when she spoke again, tears spilling down her full cheeks and voice wavering.

“No. You can’t feel that towards me, you barely even like me. You’ve made that very clear over the past couple weeks, no the past year! You brush me off! You make me feel like an idiot! You ignored my blatantly obvious feelings for months and now you say something?!”

“You feel the same?” He asked in disbelief.

“Of course I do! That’s why I asked you to go to the MET with me. I was gonna bring you to the American wing where all the native art was because I know you love it so much and then I was going to tell you. But then you were just so awful to me when Erik got here and you forgot about the trip!” Once again, she tried to break his grip but Logan instead tugged her back and right into his broad chest.

With a massive paw, he cupped her soft jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Can you just let me explain?” Her bottom lip popped out in a pout but she didn’t object. “I have lost so much, too much. Every woman I have ever loved has died because I loved them. And you, you are so young and so beautiful and way too kind for your own good. I love you more than anyone else and I guess that scared me. I pushed you away. But I can’t do it anymore, I can’t watch you fall for someone else.”

“Goddamnit.” She growled before her arms shot out and wrapped around the back of his neck so she could yank his face down to her level, and then she kissed him.

Stars burst around them like little fireworks as he pulled her closer by the small of her back. Her hands travelled from his neck downwards so her fingers could curl into his shirt like she was terrified that this was all just some dream.

“You do anything even remotely close to that whole fiasco again and I will let Erik do whatever he wants to you.” She murmured against his lips.

“Just kiss me again, sunshine.” And she did.

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Coincidences w/ Ted Lasso

Imagine: A series of seemingly random coincidences lead you to meet a dashingly handsome football coach.

Contains: ted pining hardcore, small age-gap, fem!reader who is a singer, mentions of roy x keeley

Warnings: none

The first coincidence was Rebecca deciding she needed to work on her delegation skills, leading her to give Keeley the job of finding a performer of some sort for the annual AFC Richmond charity gala. The young woman preened at the task, and coincidentally knew exactly who she had to have.

You hadn't seen Keeley in nearly a year by that point. As a semi-popular American singer heading your very own world tour, you had little free time. But the two of you had kept in contact, calling and texting all the time. You met her a few years back on a shoot for a magazine spread on you and your music, by pure coincidence. She was the sweetest thing and you two became fast friends, despite you being a few years older than her. You had a lot in common and were very similar people.

Which was why, when she reached out with her proposal, you didn't hesitate to agree. In all honestly, you admitted to her, you'd been looking for a reason to relocate to England for a while now. Queue coincidence. It was your favorite place you'd ever been- and you'd been around a lot. You were also tired of life on the road. You were getting older, entering your late 30's, and you'd gained a strong desire to settle in one place and work more on writing/producing.

Keely was over the moon with the news, and jumped right into planning. Though the gala was still months away she did not hesitate to help you find a nice flat in the Richmond suburbs, as well as help with all of the other troublesome tasks that came with moving across the pond.

And just like that, your event of coincidences finally lined up.

It didn't come as a surprise that when you stepped off your plane and into the London airport, Keely was standing there with a big WELCOME sign.

Upon spotting her you immediately rushed over to give her a big hug. "It's so good to see you!"

"You as well,” she gushed. "Listen, I know you just got in and are probably exhausted, but the team is absolutely gasping to meet you."

"As long as I'm fed first, I'm in."

"Deal."

A few hours later Keely was parking the car at the AFC Richmond field house/office building. She had indeed fed you and let you change out of your comfy travel clothes. You were now in jeans and a nice top, as the two of you planned to go out after meeting everyone.

"I don't know why I'm nervous," you said with a little chuckle as you followed your friend in. "I think I just want all your friends to like me."

"Oh babes, do not even worry about that. They're going to love you. And you and Rebecca will get on like a house fire, I'm sure of it."

Ultimately you trusted Keeley, so you shoved down your nerves as you followed her down the hall and towards your destination. She knocked on a door labeled locker room, and only entered after someone called out the all clear.

"Hi everyone," she chirped. "This is one of my dear old friends.” She's just moved to Richmond and is going to be performing at the charity gala for us!"

You waved at everyone, smiling kindly. "Hi y'all, it's nice to finally meet the people Keeley never shuts up about."

"Oi!"

A rumble of chuckles echoed through the room of people.

Kee, once she finished glaring at you, introduced the team and then the coaches, Lasso, Beard, and Kent. Roy, who you'd actually met once before, gave you a friendly nod while Beard saluted you. Then Lasso....Lasso just stared.

He couldn't help it.

It wasn't as if Ted had never seen a pretty woman before. Heck, Rebecca was stunning and he worked with her nearly everyday. But you.....you were something else entirely. You were make-his-knees-go weak, heart-stopping, drop-dead gorgeous. He had to remind himself, with a gulp, who you were. You were a semi-famous star, who would never in a million years go for little ole him. Not to mention he was nearly 7 years your senior.

That didn't stop him from appreciating the jeans you were wearing, which did nothing to hide the curves and swell of your hips and behind, and the top that showed-ehem-a generous amount of cleavage. He gulped again. He was so fucked.

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am." He finally managed to spit out, tipping his ball cap. "Welcome to Richmond. Is that a bit of a midwestern drawl I hear?”

You smiled sweetly, ignoring Keely's gaze as it burned into the side of your head. "It is, Ohio born and bred. And thank you, Coach."

"Oh Ted's just fine."

"Alright, Ted."

Holy mother of god his name sounded angelic coming from your lips, Ted thought.

Holy mother of god Keeley hadn't mentioned how hot the head coach was, you thought.

"We were just planning on going out to get some drinks if you lot want to join? Surely you must be done with practice by now?" Keeley looked to the coaches.

"I don't know, we still had a couple more formations to work on," Roy said with a frown, causing the team to groan.

"Oh come on, the sun's proper setting and the days nearly over. It'll be fun," Keely begged, giving Roy her very best puppy dog eyes.

"Come ooon," you joined in, batting your eyelashes at Coach Lasso. "I need someone to teach me darts.....and the tab'll be on me."

The boys perked up, knowing that was an offer their coaches couldn't turn down.

"Well that's mighty kind of you, though i'd sooner shave off my own mustache before I let you pay for all the drinks. But I do suppose I could pass along my darts expertise."

The team cheered, high fiving and hooping. You and Keeley joined in, exchanging excited grins.

"We'll meet you lovely ladies there, sound good?"

"Sounds like a plan, stan."

Roy snorted. "God, you sound just like him."

You flushed as Lasso shot you a beaming smile, before grabbing Keely's arm. "Come on, let's go."

She obliged, blowing Roy a kiss before steering you out of the lockerroom and back outside.

"Soooooo" she trailed off as you two climbed back into the car and headed for the bar.

"Go on, out with it."

"When were you going to tell me you had a thing for football coaches?'

"I didn't realize I had a thing for football coaches until I saw that fine man. Please tell me he's single? Otherwise I'm going to have to seriously re-evaluate my morals and stance on home wrecking."

"As single as single can be."

"Perfect."

You laid on the charm later that night as you hung out with the team and their coaches. True to his word, Ted taught you darts and refused to let you pay for a single drink of his. He may not have relented, but you did insist everyone else put their drinks on your tab.

When he asked why, you just shrugged and told him you had more money than you knew what to do with, so you liked to spend it on other people. You didn't say it to brag or to make him feel bad, it was just the truth. It was matter of fact.

And fuck did Ted think that was hot.

The two of you chatted about anything and everything, from your time growing up to stumbling through adulthood. You had a great time, and everyone was incredibly kind and welcoming.

Unfortunately after that night the team got busy and you threw yourself into preparing for the gala. Kee had been right, of course. You and Rebecca got along incredibly well, and when she noticed you had an eye for details she invited you to be included in the planning on the finer details of the nights entertainment. The lights, the band, the set-up, all meticulously planned. You saw the coaches and members of the team in passing, never having more than a few minutes to chat. But that didn't deter Ted, who took every opportunity to talk to you and ask about the move and the writing and if you needed help with anything.

The quick chats were nice, but all of the ongoing work meant you didn't have the opportunity to really hang out with the team or coaches again until the night of the gala itself.

Keeley and Rebecca had taken you dress shopping beforehand and helped you pick out an exquisite gown.

It was the perfect shade of dark blue, covered in sequins that caught the light and shone like stars in the midnight sky. The strap-less bodice and floor-length skirts left you feeling elegant and beautiful, and with matching jeweled gloves you felt like a symphony.

With your hair up, makeup on, and carefully tied into your dress; you were ready.

You arrived to the venue after most of the crowds, through a back entrance. The idea was that no one would lay eyes on you until your performance, then after which you would be free to roam and enjoy the rest of the evening. Rebecca and Keeley were in a group chat on your phone, swapping updates, and you shot them a quick message to let them know you'd. A few moments later the two found you backstage, each in their own stunning gown.

"Holy fuck," Keeley screeched the moment she set her eyes on you. "I knew you were going to look good but you look unreal, babe. Ted is going to want to rip that dress right off of you when he sees it."

“Keeley!"

Rebecca just laughed, used to Keeley's antics. "She's right though, you do look magnificent."

"Oh listen to you two, have you looked in any mirrors tonight? You both look hot."

"Enough about us. How are you feeling about the performance?"

"Honestly I thought I was going to feel nervous, but I'm just excited and antsy to get it done with so I can come hang out with you guys."

"Oh I'm sure. Ted's already cornered me once, asking where you were and when you would be coming," Keeley said, giggling like a school girl. "I told him you'd save him a dance."

"Keeley, what am I going to do with you?"

"After tonight I have a feeling you're going to thank me."

You were spared from any more of your friends teasing when one of the backstage managers came up to the three of you, letting you know you were to be on stage in 10.

"Well, that's my cue." Rebecca straightened up her dress. "I'm on to give a little speech and introduce you ." She gave you and Keeley kisses on the cheeks before leaving, promising she'd find you both afterwards.

"I'm gonna’ find my seat now too, I wanna be able to watch Ted the entire time you're on stage."

Despite everything racing through your head, you laughed. "Oh I love you Kee."

"I love you too babe. Good luck, I know you're gonna kill it aye?" She gave you a final thumbs up before hurrying off, leaving you alone.

You were quickly ushered to the stage wing, where you could watch as Rebecca thanked everyone for the attendance and donations. Perhaps at some point earlier in your career you would have felt nervous before a gig like this. But being on a stage and singing felt like home to you now, it was like second nature. You knew you were good and you were proud of that.

"Now I have the absolute joy of welcoming our guest of honor tonight. Not only did she agree to come and perform for us, but she also surprised us with a generous donation to jump start one of our new community programs. I'll let her tell you a bit about it herself, so please join me in welcoming her to the stage!"

Applause erupted as you were given the green light and you stepped out onto the stage. You didn't flinch when the lights hit you, nor when the eyes of everyone in the room landed on you. You smiled brightly, accepting the microphone from Rebecca. As you stared out into the crowd you quickly found Keely and the team, all sat at a table together. They waved and cheered and gave you thumbs ups.

"Thank you very much for that introduction Rebecca. I promise I won't take up too much of your time, I just wanted to give my sincere appreciation to Rebecca and Keeley, Ted and his team, and everyone else here for making me feel so welcome. Richmond has become my home, and I am so blessed to be surrounded by so many new friends. I am also incredibly excited to be helping launch a new school program, in partnership with AFC Richmond, to provide under-funded schools with equipment and support to help kids participate in sports and other extra curricular activities, including performing arts."

The crowd erupted once again, loud whistles coming from one table in particular. You flushed under the extra attention, pausing before you spoke again. "I'm sure Rebecca and the others will be coming forward with lots of details about all of that soon, but in the meantime I think I should get to what I know best."

Rebecca winked at you, taking a final bow before exiting the side of the stage. You set the mic in the stand already positioned at the front of the stage as the lights changed and the curtains raised on the band who'd been set up and waiting behind it. As the beginning notes of a song started, you closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in the music.

You sang your heart out, to some of your post popular hits and a few of the ones that meant the most to you. You shamelessly stared and smiled at your friends as you sang, giving Ted a wink as he watched, his mouth agape. You floated across that stage in your gown like you were amongst the stars and god with Ted looking at you like that, you could have sworn you were.

You finished the final note of your final song and stared, breathlessly, out at the crowd as the applause began suddenly and all of once. Your friends were on their feet, screaming so loud their throats would surely hurt the next morning. And there was Ted, eyes crinkled from smiling so hard, looking at you as if you were the only people in the entire room.

The applause continued, even as you took a bow and exited the stage. Your chest was still heaving, lungs trying to play catch up. You gratefully accepted a cup of water from some assistant, taking gulps of the cool liquid to soothe your throat.

"Sir I greatly respect you for doing your job, but I'm afraid I must insist that I speak with her."

You set down your water, turning to find the source of commotion. When you found it, you nearly choked on your own spit. Ted was standing nose to nose with a security guard, trying to get into the backstage area that was roped off.

"Now I don't like to raise my voice, but I'm about to get madder than a hornet's nest if you don't let me-"

"Ted!" You called out.

He looked up, meeting your eyes, and his posture immediately relaxed.

"It’s okay, he can come back."

The security guard nodded, unclipping the rope.

Ted slid past him, tipping his head. "Thank you kind sir, I hope you can forgive any threat I may had said in the heat of the moment. I-"

"Ted," you called again in warning, hoping he would just stop before the guard actually kicked him out.

"And I'm walking away." He finally got the hint, turning away from the guard with pink cheeks and walking towards you. You met him halfway, one hand holding onto your skirts so you didn't trip.

"I'm sorry about that sweetheart, I just had to see you and I wasn't about to let one guard-"

You grabbed ahold of the front of Ted's suit and pulled him in, capturing his lips with yours. He froze in surprise for a moment before relaxing into you. His mustache tickled in the best way, stubble gently scratching your skin. One hand came up to cradle your cheek, the other wrapping around your waist to pull you against him. Your hands moved up through his hair, scratching his scalp gently with your nails.

You pulled away at the last possible second, lungs screaming for air, though Ted's arm around you didn't let you get far. You stared at one another, chests heaving in sync, noses just a hair apart.

"Are you sure?" He said softly. "I'm not one of those young, athletic boys who would be lucky to have you."

You could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the desire fighting with the hesitation.

You reached up, fingertips gently dancing over his cheek as you stared unabashedly into his eyes. "Ted, you are the sweetest and most genuine man I have ever met. You are so fucking handsome, and every time you look at me with those kind eyes it feels like fireworks are going off inside my chest. And I mean, have you seen your ass in those uniform khakis?"

That succeeded in making him laugh, and the worry in his eyes eased.

"I don't care what anyone else thinks, and I have never been more sure. I want you. If you'll have me."

Then he was kissing you again, this time taking the lead, wrapping both arms around your waist so he could lift you off your feet and spin your around. You smiled into his lips, unable to keep from laughing as he pulled back just far enough to look into your eyes again.

"I'll have you for the rest of my life if you let me, darlin’. I've been waiting so damn long for you."

"And I you."

He couldn't help it, looking down at you he leaned in to peck you quickly-then again-then again, leaving you breathless every time.

"Come on sweetheart, I think we've got some team bets to settle."

You laughed again, cheeks sore from smiling as Ted settled an arm around your waist and led you back out towards the gala. "No way, tell me the team didn't bet on whether we would get together."

"Oh no....they bet on when we would get together."

"Your team is full of cheeky little shits."

"Yeah, well they're about to become our cheeky little shits."

He paused at the edge of the room, looking out to where the team was impatiently waiting for his return and then back to you.

"Ready?"

You knew what Ted was doing, giving you one last opportunity to change your mind or go running for the hills. But you did neither. A series of coincidences may have brought you two together, but you knew know it was meant to happen this way. So you grabbed one of Ted’s hands, kissing his knuckles before interlocking your fingers with his.

"Ready."

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