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Temporary Home: Chapter 2

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)

Summary: Hosting the Guardians of the Galaxy proves to be... interesting. (Read: Difficult) Maybe it'd be easier if Rocket wasn't such an ass...

Part 1 here | Part 3 here

Author’s Note: Dropped hints of Reader's tragic backstory. Feel free to make guesses if you want lol (Also let me know if you like when I write Reader as a mystery. I've done it before and people seemed to like it, but if you feel stories like this are better as an OC, let me know that too) Also I can tell you guys right now this will end up being at least 6 chapters already.

Word Count: 6,217

You awoke to the feeling of your lover's arms wrapped around your waist, and you smile, sleepily snuggling backwards into the touch.

You are about to whisper their name, tell them good morning, but then you remember... it can't possibly be them.

Your eyes snap open.

Who the fuck is in your bed!?

With a startled scream you twist around and kick, realizing only once your assailant is on the floor that it was Mantis, who had also let out a startled cry at being flung off the bed.

"Mantis? What the hell are you doing?!" you cry, hand on your chest as you sit on your knees on the bed looking down at her on the floor.

Mantis looks at you with wide eyes. "I'm sorry! The storm kept making the loud noises and I was scared and-"

Your door flings open. Peter and Drax tumble in asking what's wrong, where's the danger?

Waving them off you say irritably, "Nothing. It's nothing. Just wasn't expecting to wake up to Mantis in my bed."

Peter lightly chuckles, almost nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "I guess we should have told you she can be a cuddler, huh?"

You throw a look at him and Drax. "You think?" You then shield your eyes. "Dude! Put some pants on or something!"

And that's how you also unfortunately learned that Drax sleeps in the nude.

***

Breakfast went more or less smoothly. You had to find a straw for Groot so he could drink out of a cup, and someone spilled their drink all over the floor, and Rocket made one or two more complaints about the indignity of needing to sleep in a crib, but all-in-all it went fairly smoothly.

Well, if you didn't count Rocket snapping at Kraglin's arm for accidentally resting his elbow on his tail. That was also how the drink got spilled, by the way. You just gave them an unamused glance at threw a towel at them from the counter on your way to grab an apple. They got the message.

Ok, so it wasn't totally smooth, but it definitely could have been worse. Maybe.

When you were finished your breakfast you got up to do the dishes you had meant to wash the previous night, this time being sure not to burn your hands off. Rocket hopped on the counter to drop his bowl in while you were washing, promptly scampering off without so much as a please or thank you, which slightly annoyed you, and you turned to side eye him as he hopped off the counter, but you let it slide for then.

It apparently also annoyed Peter too as you heard him say in a hushed irritated whisper, "Rocket!" only to be responded with Rocket whispering back "What? She was already doing them!"

You pretended you couldn't hear them.

After you finished the dishes and wiped up the counter you went upstairs, having had an idea that might prevent another incident like this morning from happening.

You made your way into your room and closed the door behind you before heading to your desk to retrieve the key to the attic from the top drawer.

This would prove pointless, however, as you'd soon find that not only had Fury's team not bothered to lock it back up when they finished, they hadn't even properly latched it. You sigh in annoyance, but push on to the attic anyway.

You come to the landing and take in the space you hadn't visited in some time. Boxes stacked neatly around the rafted walls leaving plenty space to walk. Light peaked through the small windows at either end of the rectangular space.

You located the box you came for on the furthermost corner of the attic, the stretch of floor that rested above the ceiling of the room Drax now stayed in. You open the box, and pull out a stuffed bear, looking at it with a mix of longing and sadness, remembering who owned it past. Shaking the memories away, you thought to open another box next to it, pulling from it a small wooden toy car. It wasn't fancy, little more than a carved block of red-painted wood with some windows bored-in and some black stained wooden wheels, but you still thought it'd be a nice gesture- you mean, you thought it'd keep the kid busy... You doubted they had brought many toys with them to keep him occupied.

And after all, how much could these items really serve you by staying up in the attic til the end of time?

A teddy bear for Mantis, and a toy car for the little wooden child to play with.

After a moment of being stuck in the memories the objects brought, you close the boxes back up and leave the attic with the toys, locking the door after you made it back into the bedroom. You placed the bear on Mantis's pillow, and went to return the key to the drawer.

Before heading downstairs you decided you would leave the toy in the room Groot was staying in, rather than give it to the child directly. You weren't good with sentiment, and he'd find it soon enough anyway. Less awkward this way.

The door was open so you stepped just inside. A wood framed double bed rested in the left corner, the crib that Rocket seemed so unhappy with rested in the right. The twisting in your stomach came back, and you set the toy to the right of the doorframe on the floor, eager to leave the room. Too many memories, none of which you wanted.

You wanted to clear your head, so you decided you'd have a tend to your garden, make sure the storm hadn't torn anything asunder, and you were sure that it could use a good weeding anyway. You could also stand a little time alone, too. You weren't used to having people around the house anymore, let alone eight of them having been sprung on you overnight. Questionable judgement on your part, volunteering for this was, you were sure. Then you remembered this was all part of Fury's plan anyway, so you supposed the choice wasn't even really yours, so maybe you weren't entirely to blame.

You had just sat down on the hall bench to lace your boots when you noticed Mantis and Gamora coming out of the sitting room, Mantis looking uncomfortable and Gamora irritated as they made their way past you and to the end of the hall.

Gamora knocked on the bathroom door roughly and in a loud but firm voice said, "Rocket! Hurry up, Mantis has to go and she says you've been in there forever."

"I have not!" came Rocket's reply, "And why doesn't she use the one upstairs?"

"Drax is taking a shower." Gamora answered irritably.

"So?" came Rocket's incredulous reply.

"Rocket." Gamora said warningly.

"If she can't pee just 'cause someone's showering then she can hold it," came the response from behind the door.

Mantis made a small unhappy noise and shifted uncomfortably, prompting Gamora to smack the door once more. "Rocket!" she said more forcefully, her tone having switched fully from irritated to angry.

You narrowed your eyes as you tied. Clearly the raccoon was going to be a problem.

"Ok! Ok! Jeez!" Rocket said in frustration, opening the door and walking out, Mantis quickly entering once he had cleared the doorway.

Gamora just huffed at him in annoyance and began to walk back towards the sitting room.

Having just finished tying your boots you pulled your jeans over them and straightened up, eyes still narrowed at Rocket, which he noticed.

"What?"

"Don't do that again." you say flatly, reaching over to grab your earbuds from the hall table. "You keep being an asshole and we're gonna have a problem."

Rocket looked at you defiantly, arms crossed, clearly irritated that you were telling him what to do. "What you gonna do about it?"

Still in the hallway, Gamora turned to glare at him.

Yondu exited the kitchen from the door further up the hall, saw Gamora glaring and turned to see you and Rocket looking like you were about to have a standoff. He had half-heard the conversation from the kitchen, but stood there with an eyebrow raised, curious to see how'd this would turn out.

You looked at Rocket calmly as you put one earbud in. "Fuck around and find out." was your only answer as you inserted your other earbud and turned into the kitchen via the other door at the end opposite of Yondu, making your way towards the back door.

Yondu chuckled and Gamora rolled her eyes as Rocket flipped you the bird behind your back and angrily stormed past them to the sitting room.

***

Yondu found Peter in the sitting room looking among the many bookshelves along the back and sides of the back half of the room.

"Ya reckon you can still read Terran, boy?"

Peter looked at him, ignoring that 'Terran' wasn't a language, and said in a slightly offended tone, "Of course!" before quietly adding, "The translator helps too..." under his breath as he turned back to examining the books.

Kraglin laughed from his place on the sofa. "Didn't know Quill could read at all, Cap'n."

Peter shot him a glare even though he knew Kraglin wouldn't be able to see it and Rocket, who was also sitting on the couch to keep an eye on Groot, said, "Why you still call him captain? Did you forget about a little thing called a mutiny? Pretty sure you were there..."

Gamora and Peter both snapped at him, Gamora hissing "Rocket!" and Peter scolding, "Not cool, dude!"

Yondu eyed him. "Ya know I can still run my arrow through you, right, Rat?" He leaned against a bookshelf. "Yer lucky it'd be mighty rude to get yer blood all over the floor of our host."

Rocket mock held his hands up, "Alright, alright, soRRy. Didn't know the wound was still fresh. Lighten up."

This only earned him a few eye-rolls before Peter returned his gaze to the bookcases. "There's so many." he said. He picked up a white book that said "Atlas of Human Anatomy" and flipped though the pages. "Whoa." he said flipping the book around to show Yondu the pictures.

"Yeah, that's what yer insides look like, boy."

Gamora approached and Peter handed her the book while he took another one from a shelf higher up. Gamora looked that the pictures and said, "Hm. You only have one liver. Explains why you're such a lightweight."

This earned chuckles from the others and Peter said, "I'm gonna ignore that. Look at this one." He was holding a book of fairytales. "I should tell you some of these stories sometime," he said, looking at the list of titles. "I remember my mom telling me at least half of these."

Yondu decided he might as well glance over the books as well, seeing as he didn't exactly have much better to do. He peered over the titles; Herbal Medicine- might be good to know... Grim Tales of Horror- Heh, maybe he could scare Quill with it... Wound Treatment- definitely good to know... Archery Fundamentals- he might actually look at that one later, just to see how the Terrans do it... What to Expect When You're Expecting- weird title, wonder what that's about?

Before he could pick up the book to examine it Kraglin spoke up. "Hey Pete, is it normal for Terran houses to be this... empty?"

"What do you mean?" asked Mantis, having just walked in to rejoin the group. "It doesn't appear to be empty?" She glanced around at the furniture in confusion.

"No, I don't mean that. I mean- Like there's no photos? Don't most people keep photos of their families and stuff out? Little knick-knacks? Personal effects?"

Peter looked around. "You're right. Well- at least that's how I remember it. My grandparents did, so did all my relatives." It finally hit him how there seemed to be none of that in your house. "I guess it is weird."

Yondu had noticed too the first night they arrived. Not a single photo adorned the walls or shelves. Not in the sitting room, not in the hall or kitchen either. A few plants sat here and there, but other than that, there was almost no personality. It did feel empty, for lack of better word.

Rocket spoke up, suggesting that maybe you just "didn't feed into all that sentimental crap."

The others shrugged. Maybe he was right.

However, Yondu felt there might be something to the emptiness. He felt something was a little off, although he kept it to himself. It was likely nothing a little watchful eye wouldn't suss out. He had already been watching you, trying to get a read on his new host. It was strange to him that you would live in a place this big by yourself, and it didn't help matters that you hadn't seemed willing to answer that question when he asked. Sure, it was none of his business really, but still odd.

***

Mantis came outside just as you were about finished weeding. She stopped to admire the growing cabbages and asked a few questions about the various other vegetables and you removed an ear bud to give her answers, albeit short ones. Soon enough she got distracted by a small white butterfly and wondered off to chase it. "Don't go into the forest!" you call after her. "Don't want you getting lost!"

She hollered back an "Ok!" and you turned back to finish pulling the last of the weeds.

Once you were finished you dusted yourself off and decided to head inside for some water. You had only gotten a few feet inside when you could hear the sound of Mantis screaming, and it was getting closer. You turned around just in time for her to run through the door and into you.

Alarmed, you check her over. You instinctually grab onto her hands, then her shoulders, and finally cupping her face as you looked up and down for any injury as you say, "What?! What's wrong?!"

Mantis sniffed. "I saw this cloud of tiny black things, I thought it looked interesting, so I reached to touch it, and they started biting."

You let out a breath. Midges. She had only reached into a cloud of midges. "Gah-! Don't scare me like that! I thought you'd been hurt!" you scold. Seeing her hurt expression you softened. "Let me see."

She showed you her hand and her upper arm. The rest of her arm had fortunately been spared by her long arm bands. "It itches."

"Yeah, just what I thought. Midge bites." Sure enough, little faint pink welts were already forming that you missed earlier in your shock. Normally the bites didn't appear so fast, but you assumed it must just be because whatever type of alien she was made her more sensitive to them. "You'll be fine. Come here." You led her to a drawer and pulled out a tube of gel that would help with the itching. You applied the gel for her. "Better?" you asked.

She nodded and you told her that if she needed the gel again she could find it in the same drawer, also telling her not to scratch the bites lest she make them worse before sending her off.

Once she left you sighed and finally got your water. As you drank you contemplated finding something else to keep you busy.

***

Yondu had been about to head upstairs when he heard a muffled sound of Mantis yelling before it was abruptly cut off with an "Oof!"

He walked to the doorway to see what was going on, telling himself he wasn't being nosy, he just... had nothing better to do what with being stuck here and all.

He watched as you checked Mantis over, as you scolded her for scaring you, and as you treated her bites, noticing that Mantis's "feelers," as he called them, glowed almost the whole time, though you didn't seem to notice yourself, being preoccupied.

He huffed a silent laugh through his nose. For you not being exactly happy with this arrangement, your actions now didn't exactly match your previous "I don't care, just don't annoy me." attitude. But maybe he was just reading it wrong. Maybe you were only worried because your boss wouldn't be happy if any of them got hurt while in your care.

When you sent Mantis off and he saw she was approaching the doorway he quickly backed out so as to not be seen spying.

"Hey, Bug." he said quietly once she was in the hall, making her jump.

Seeing it was only him, she relaxed and gave a friendly smile. "Yes?"

"Come here," he nodded toward the stairs. "Walk with me."

She obeyed and together they ascended the stairs.

"So, yer feelers there, they glow when yer doin' that 'reading peoples feelins' thing, right?"

Mantis nodded, smiling wide.

"Couldn't help but notice you two in the kitchen," he admitted, adding that he noticed she was doing her empath thing back there when you were fixing her up, and asked what kind of reading she got off you. Just out of curiosity, of course...

Mantis pondered and said, "It felt... maternal? Almost? It was quite nice to feel. It was almost like being hugged."

"Huh..." is all he managed to respond. Maybe Mantis was mistaking your real emotion for something else? It didn't quite fit with 'grumpy reclusive agent who got tricked into taking in a group of dysfunctional people.'

He then asked her if you knew she could 'do that', meaning read someone empathically. He wondered if it would be possible for Terrans to fake an emotion well enough to fool an empath. He highly doubted it, but who was really to say?

Mantis shook her head. She said she hadn't thought to bring it up, and asked him if she should tell you right now, wondering if she had been rude by not saying something.

He responded by telling her not to tell you yet.

"Why? Mantis asked.

"Oh, because it'll be real funny later, trust me." he said. It wasn't the real reason, but he knew that she was more likely to keep a secret if he told her that. She liked to make people laugh.

"Oh! Like a practical joke!" she giggled.

"Uh, sure. Like that." Yondu smiled. "You can run along now, Bug."

Mantis trotted down the stairs while Yondu pondered over the odd puzzle pieces of his host.

***

You spent most of the day feeling antsy. You had always made it a point to keep yourself busy with your work, either for Fury or with work on your home, and knowing that you were essentially retired for the foreseeable future made you anxious.

It was when Peter came outside for some fresh air that he found you pacing along the back of the house, seemingly making an effort not to go past the windows.

"You're gonna wear a hole in the ground." he joked.

You only looked at him and sighed, but continued pacing.

Sensing you were agitated about something he tried to break the ice. "Wanna talk about it?"

"Nothing to talk about." you reply.

"Right. So you're just pacing for no reason. I'm sure it has nothing to do with any recent changes or anything." He crossed his arms and leaned against the door with a knowing grin.

"Look- Just... I'm just not used to this," you admitted. "I'm not used to people being here, I'm not used to not working on a case..." you continued to pace.

"Well," Peter pondered, "What would you be doing if we weren't here? What would you do on a normal day off."

"I'd be working on the electrical, but Fury just had to take that away from me." you say with a toss of your hand towards the house.

"Oh." Peter said. He couldn't help you there. "Well, what would you normally do to relax?"

You stopped. "What?" You shook your head, "I don't need to relax, I just need to find something to do." You began pacing again.

Peter gave you a strange look. He remembered what he heard Fury say the previous night about you not having taken a vacation in five years. "You really don't know how to relax, do you?"

You then stop pacing in front of him, as if trying to prove him wrong. "I could if I wanted." you say defiantly.

"Sure ya can." He grinned back at you.

He was trying to bait you. You rolled your eyes and waved him off. "What do you know." You start to pace again but then stop to look at him again. "You, um, ever had Earth food before?"

Peter smiles. "Well I lived here until I was eight, so yeah. I've had it before."

You widen your eyes slightly in surprise. "So you're from Earth?- I didn't realize. I just thought you were all from space."

"Nope."

"And the other guy- Kraglin?"

"Nah, He looks Terran, but he's from Xandar. It's just me."

"Oh," you say, the wonder of how he had come about living in space being brushed aside by your need to be busy, "Well have any of the others tried Earth food before? 'Cause I could maybe cook something tonight... you know, to pass the time." You were already mentally preparing the ingredients in your head. You already knew you had potatoes in the cellar, and some meat and a bag of mixed frozen veggies in the freezer. You were almost certain you didn't have any lamb, but you could substitute ground beef and make shepherd's pie like your grandmother used to make.

"I could ask, but I'm sure they'd be willing. They're not exactly the type of bunch to turn down free food." he laughed.

"Nah, don't bother. If they eat it, they eat it. If they don't, they don't. I don't care," you say, not meeting his eyes as you shoo him from the door so you could enter the house. "Not like it's gonna be a regular thing, ya know. Just doing it 'cause I'm bored."

"Right. Of course." Peter said, smiling as he followed you inside. If living with Yondu and later Rocket had taught him anything, it was how to tell if someone was putting up a shell, and you definitely were. He then made it his mission to chip it away. Who knew how long they'd be stuck there? Might as well attempt to make friends with you in the meantime.

You pulled out a skillet and let it heat up with some oil before grabbing some ground beef from the freezer.

"Need any help?" Peter asked.

"Nope. Go play." you say absentmindedly, setting the package on the counter.

Peter chuckled. "Go play?"

You shook your head. "Eh- You know what I meant. Shoo. I'll call you when it's finished."

"Maybe another time then." he said, slightly disappointed you were kicking him out of the kitchen as he wanted to try and get to know you a little, but he didn't show it.

"Yeah, maybe." you reply, already heading to the cellar with a bowl to grab some potatoes.

***

Peter mentioned that you were cooking to the others when he joined them in the sitting room, mostly to tell them that even if they (Rocket) didn't end up liking this Terran food, to still try and be nice. He said that while you acted like you didn't care if they ate it or not, he didn't want anyone (Rocket) being rude because he could tell you were having a rough time adjusting to everything.

Rocket rolled his eyes but everyone seemed to more or less agree with Peter to be nice and went back to what they were doing.

It didn't take long for the smell to start wafting from the kitchen, prompting Kraglin to say that whatever you were making, it at least smelled good.

Groot nodded then looked at Rocket. "I am Groot."

"I don't want to play tag." said Rocket.

Groot made puppy dog eyes at Rocket. "I am Groot."

"It won't hurt ya to play with the kid for a little bit, boy." said Yondu, polishing his arrow at the the table on the other end of the room by the bookcases.

"You do it then!" Rocket complained.

"I'm too old to be doing that kid stuff, boy. 'Sides, yer more Twig's size." he chuckled, never looking up from his task.

"I am Groot." Groot said sadly, really laying it on thick. Peter and Gamora hid smiles behind their hands as they pretended to be focused on the movie playing on the TV screen, Kraglin finally having figured out how the Netflix worked.

Rocket rolled his eyes. "Alright! Fine! I'll play the stupid game." he relented, muttering under his breath that he shouldn't have ever taught him that game.

Groot shot up in glee and tagged him on the knee before taking off towards Yondu, making a hard left about a meter from the table and causing Rocket to slide on the wooden floor into the table leg. Yondu laughed so hard he nearly dropped his arrow and Rocket glared at him before declaring that Groot was "Really in for it now!" and making chase, following the tiny tree child out into the hall and up the stairs.

***

You listened to the sound of giggles and little feet running upstairs, then down the stairs, getting louder and softer depending where the little feet happened to run and you smiled. You missed that sound... You shook yourself out of the memory before it could play in your mind, refusing to let yourself get sentimental over a sound.

You had just put the mix of meat and veggies into a glass pan and turned away from the stove to start mashing your drained potatoes when a flash of brown and orange zoomed past your feet and nearly made you lose your balance.

"Hey Hey! No running in the kitchen! Take it outside!" you cry out, grateful you hadn't been carrying anything. "Shouldn't need to tell you that, I'm not your mother." You shoot them a warning look as you continued over to the counter.

Then you hear Rocket say, "Good thing! You'd probably be terrible at it!"

You swallow and clenched your jaw, looking down at the bowl of potatoes. "Get out of the kitchen," you say firmly, not looking towards him.

Rocket raised an eyebrow, having expected more of a fight than just being told calmly to leave, but he did so anyway when Groot tugged on his the leg of his outfit.

***

Peter and Gamora's head snapped toward the kitchen when they heard you scolding the boys, and their eyes narrowed a bit when they heard Rocket's response, but like him they of course hadn't realized the weight of his words. They only knew that there was no reason for him to say that other than him just wanting to be a dick.

When Rocket walked back into the sitting room Kraglin was the one who scolded him this time. "Do you really need to be such an ass to everyone you meet?"

This was followed by Gamora scolding him and saying that you didn't have to let them stay here, and that maybe he should try not to be so mean to the person willing to let them stay in their home.

Rocket looked to Drax, and then Yondu, to back him up, but he received nothing, so he settled for grumbling and climbing on top of the back of the couch to sulk.

***

An hour later Peter walked back into the kitchen to get some water and saw you putting plates out.

"Food's done, if you want to get the others." you say gruffly, putting down the last of the plates.

Your table wasn't quite big enough to fit everyone, being only a six seater, but you figured the kid and the asshole raccoon could eat up on the counter until a better solution could be found.

The other's filed in as you put the pan of food on a towel in the middle of the table. You look up. "Food's there." You then point to the spatula, "Here's something to serve it. Help yourselves." you say, adding that Groot and Rocket could eat on the counter since the table wasn't big enough before starting to walk toward the other door as the others sat down.

"You're not eating with us?" asked Mantis, seeming a little disappointed.

You kept walking. "Not hungry."

Yondu narrowed his eyes and spoke. "Should we assume it's poisoned then?"

This make you turn back. "Why the hell would I poison it?" you ask angrily.

Yondu stayed cool, crossing his arms and tilting his chin up as he said, "Well you went to the trouble to cook, but you're not eating it. Seems mighty suspicious to me."

Drax and Kraglin exchanged confused glances. Neither of them understood why Yondu was accusing you of trying to kill them.

Yondu didn't really think you had poisoned the food, he was doing one of the things he did best. Playing a con. He was as sure as he was blue that your lack of appetite was a direct cause of Rocket being an absolute shit, and he'd be damned if someone was going to offer their home and cook for his group and then not join to eat it because the rat hurt their feelings. He may have been a space pirate, but he still knew a thing or two about good form, and that wasn't it.

"First off, it wasn't trouble. Only did it because I got bored. I couldn't care less if you eat it or not," you said with a roll of your eyes, trying to keep your tone even despite the insult.

"I think you'd care if I said I'm not gonna let anyone else eat it either until you sit down and prove to me it's not poisoned by eating with us."

Your nostrils flare. "You can't be serious."

"Oh I am. What's it gonna be? Ya really gonna let me make Twig and Bug here go hungry?" He grinned a wide smug grin and received a confused look from Peter who was wondering why he was acting like this. Gamora shot Peter a look as if to ask the same question, but he just shrugged and shook his head to let her know he was just as confused as she was. Mantis and Groot just looked at Yondu like he was nuts.

You seethed but approached the cabinet to pull down a plate for yourself. "You're a real peice of work. Come into my house and accuse me of poisoning you lot-"

"Yeah, yeah. Just eat it." Yondu snarked.

You refused to eat until everyone else was served, but did finally relent to take the first bite to satisfy the blue man's irritating request.

Seemingly satisfied, Yondu gave the clear for everyone else to eat, and despite the awkward and rocky start, the rest of supper actually went more smoothly than breakfast had. You didn't speak much, but everyone else seemed to like the meal well enough.

When everyone had finished Peter insisted that he and Yondu stay behind to do the the dishes for you, saying it'd be rude to make you both cook and clean up. You didn't argue, wanting to put distance between you and them anyway. You stated that you were going to go take a shower, convinced that the new boiler Fury imposed upon you could handle both water uses at once.

Once Peter was sure you were gone he turned to Yondu. "What the hell was that? What happened to agreeing to be nice?"

"I was nice." Yondu said flippantly.

Gamora scolded him, saying that accusing you of poisoning them wasn't "nice."

He only shrugged, handing a plate to Peter and stating that it got you to eat, so he didn't care.

This, of course, earned looks of bewilderment from the rest of the team. He continued, "It would've been bad form to let our host cook and then not eat any of it, boy. Thought I'd have taught ya better than that."

Peter frowned. "No, you taught me to fight and steal things."

Yondu gave him a look but didn't get a chance to reply before Rocket hopped down from the counter saying, "Who cares if she didn't want supper? She's an adult."

Yondu then turned his full attention to Rocket, saying that he knew it was his fault you hadn't wanted to eat in the first place.

"Me?! What did I do?" Rocket scoffed, majorly offended by the accusation.

Drax answered, "You've been rude since we got here. You complain about everything, and you insulted our host just for telling you not to run through the kitchen."

Rocket rolled his eyes. "Really?" He looked defiantly up at Drax, "You honestly think me saying she'd make a terrible mother hurt her widdle feelings? Look around! She doesn't even have kids!"

Tired of hearing him, Yondu said, "If yer not gonna be helpful, Rat, go find somewhere else to be."

"Fine. Bye, losers." was Rocket's reply as he collected Groot and departed for their room.

***

After your shower you stayed in your room for the rest of the evening, scrolling through tumblr on your phone to pass the time.

Eventually Mantis comes up to get ready for bed, and she spots the teddy bear you left on her pillow. "What's this?" she asks, picking it up.

"Teddy Bear. You sleep with it. Figured you could, you know, cuddle that instead when you get scared at night."

Mantis's eyes grow wide, and her waterline wet. Her bottom lip quivers as she says, "You- You gave me a gift?"

Really hoping she wasn't about to cry you say, "If you want to call it that, I guess..."

Mantis practically attacks you with a hug and an excited squeal. "Thank you! Thank you! I love it!"

You all but fall backward on the bed from her hug attack. "Uh- Glad you like it." you manage, patting her on the back before gently persuading her to let go.

She straightened up and hugged the bear tightly to her chest with a big smile before setting it back on her pillow so she could get ready for bed. Before she left, however, she came back to you and grabbed your hands, saying again how much she loved the bear, and you honestly started to wonder if she had never been given a gift in her life.

You noticed the little antennae on her head were now glowing, and you then wondered if that was happening because she was happy as you felt an unexpected, though not unwelcome, feeling of peace and happiness wash over you.

You smile, finding her whole display endearing as she giggled and released your hands before finally leaving the room.

By the time she came back about 15 minutes later, the feeling had already worn off, replaced by your previous melancholy. You heard Mantis returning and you pretended to be asleep just in case she would have tried to hug attack you again.

Once her breath deepened and you thought she was asleep you sat up. Maybe a walk would make you feel better.

You quietly pull on some jeans and made your way out of the bedroom into the dark landing, taking a moment to notice a thin line of light under the door of the room Yondu and Kraglin were sharing.

You didn't turn on the light before descending the stairs. You knew this house like the back of your hand, even in the dark, and you quietly made your way down so as to not disturb any sleepers.

You make your way into the hall to grab your boots and ear buds before cutting through the kitchen and opening the back door. Putting in your ear buds and finding some music reflective of your mood, you set out into the cool night air.

***

Yondu and Kraglin stayed up a bit later in their room, just talking about nothing of much importance. How Rocket was being a dick, how it was mostly his fault they had to go into hiding, and wondering how long it might be until they could all come out of hiding.

Yondu's bed was pushed against the window, his and Kraglin's beds much in a similar arrangement to yours and Mantis's.

Movement outside caught his eye.

"What is it?" Kraglin asked, noticing how Yondu's attention had turned to the window and he had gone quiet.

Yondu turned to him, a look of puzzlement painting his face, and he told him it looked like you were walking out into the forest.

Kraglin raised an eyebrow. "What would she be doing that for?"

Yondu shook his head to indicate his lack of explanation.

"Should we investigate?"

Yondu thought for a moment before deciding they wouldn't follow you. Not yet.

But he'd be keeping an eye on you.

#gotg #guardians of the galaxy #x reader #gotg fanfiction #mantis #yondu udonta #peter quill #rocket raccoon #kraglin obfonteri #drax the destroyer #groot #roommates

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starneko123 · 3 years

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Butterfly Effect

Star's Note: So I finally got around to putting my main OC in the MK 2021 movie storyline and the first part is like a...songfic? Yeah so prepare for that and also Korë Nagako X Liu Kang is a crack ship, in general, please don't take it seriously lol.

OC Characters Involved

Nova Nagako

Mileena walked through the foyer leading to Shang Tsung's throne. Kabal and Goro were joining her it wasn't like she needed assistance for this. She preferred to do this one alone but the iron lung and royal brute refused. The trio reached Shang Tsung and once he gave Mileena the signal she spoke "She was spotted in Earthrealm far from Raiden's Temple as we speak. She seems to have...a different life with others around her. A caregiver." Mileena finished with an aggravated sigh "A caregiver?" Shang Tsung echoed in question.

Kabal cut his way into the conversation "She means her mother but with the description you gave it made it more difficult to find her. No white streaks in the hair, no pink eyes, and no magical powers. The reincarnation is shit." Kabal spat gesturing behind as if she was there. "Nova-" Shang Tsung began and Kabal cut him off once more. "News Flash she doesn't even go by Nova over there! Who the hell would name their kid Nova in this modern day. Her name is Korë. Not any better but it's different. Not fucking Nova." Now he was finished, and he put his hand on the hip for added flare.

"She's not our Lady Nova but still she stands out." Prince Goro mentioned. Mileena may have sniffed her out but Goro tracked her down. He found her first his chest swelled with pride. "She has companions." Mileena groaned half-heartedly "A friend and a consort." Shang Tsung leaned forward standing up from his throne altogether. "A consort?!" Kabal spoke again, "Yeah, not very good looking or the sharpest tool in the shed but they're around each other." Too bad they couldn't see Kabal rolling his eyes because he was doing so every few seconds. "Are you the better option?" Kabal asked genuinely "She is my Queen, my better half." Shang Tsung's voice echoed dreamily and again Kabal rolled his eyes "That's what they all say." Mileena then stepped closer to Shang Tsung as if it was just the two of them. "She had the marking of a Chosen One." Shang Tsung smirked "All the better." He then snapped his head to the side to look over at Nitara perched on a block of stone petting her wings. "Kabal and Mileena...Nitara will assist you in retrieving Nova." Mileena had no problem with that, she got along with Nitara so far. "Yes, master." Nitara said slyly as she sashayed towards the two said kombatants.

"Kill or injure beyond repair whoever stops you from bringing back my wife!" His voice echoed into the maroon sky.

Korë herself was sitting in a chair next to her close friend and housemate, Soleil. "You know what I think I did a really good job on my eyeshadow." She said brushing it a few more times and facing Soleil to show her eyelids covered in white eyeshadow and silver outline. She also had glitter on her face it must have been from the perfume or another form of body glitter. "I think you did really good this time, you're getting better." Soleil put her brush down and stood up fixing her dress in the process. Korë and Soleil were wearing the same dress it was a short pure white dress with lace at the ends and at Korë thought it was plus since it also wasn't strapless.

"Korë Nagako and Soleil Zaveri... five-minute call out. Almost showtime." It was their manager, Soleil responded with an 'Alright' and Korë an 'Okay'. Soleil stood up from her rolling chair as she finished her winged eyeliner and Korë followed her as she finished putting on her lip gloss.

"Yeah, I'm at the place it's like this, singer stripper bar or whatever, I don't know but she's here," Sonya said as she entered the bar and took a seat in the back, and ordered a drink.

"Now, blessing us with their presence is the femme fatale duo is Korë and Soleil!" The response to the statement was scattered cheers. The duo walked onto the stage and the atmosphere itself changed when she saw Korë. Korë had a slight headache that she had been nursing for a couple of days and Soleil knew that but Korë was convinced that it had gone away and she was just dealing with the aftermath. They both cleared their throat and as the stage light shined on them, Soleil started harmonizing as the beat started playing and Korë started singing.

It's like you got superpowers

Turn my minutes into hours

You got more than 20-20, babe

Made of glass the way you see through me

You know me better than I do

Can't seem to keep nothing from you

How you touch my soul from the outside?

Permeate my ego and my pride

"I love you." Shang Tsung said as he wrapped his arms around Korë twisting her around so she was facing him and she gazed at him lovingly as a teasing smirk spread across her obsidian lips. She leaned in until their lips were ghosting over each other "Do you want me to say it back?" She asked jokingly "I think my heart will truly break if you don't." Shang said dramatically and she giggled "I love you."

I wanna love me (ooh)

The way that you love me (ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me (trust me)

The way that you trust me (trust me)

Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view

"If you stop moving it would hurt less Prince Goro." He growled again at her statement and she returned it with a cold, unmoving stare. His growls then calmed down to huffs and puffs "Thank you." She said to him as she finished wrapping the bandage around his arm. "The wound isn't too bad, you'll heal fast either way." She said as she stood up and gathered her healing equipment and before she left she was grated with a rumbling "Thank you." at least he had manners she'll give him that. Before she closed the door she sent him a smile. A kind smile. One to remember.

I'm gеtting used to receiving

Still gеtting good at not leaving

I'ma love you even though I'm scared (oh, scared)

Learnin' to be grateful for myself (oh, oh, oh)

You love my lips 'cause they say the

Things we've always been afraid of

I can feel it startin' to subside

Learnin' to believe in what is mine

"I wouldn't recommend it Mileena," Nova said as she closed her spellbook and stood to face Mileena and they were roughly the same height. "But to ensure my knowledge of it-" Nova sighed and grabbed Mileena by the shoulders "I don't want you to learning just yet, you must stick with the powers you were born with for now. I will teach you myself when you have elevated your powers. Understand?" Nova asked tilting her head for the effect and Mileena nodded. Nova brought her in for a hug and kissed her on the forehead and at that Mileena purred in comfort and delight for the slight praise she got.

I wanna love me (ooh)

The way that you love me (ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me (trust me)

The way that you trust me (trust me)

Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I couldn't believe it or see it for myself

Boy, I be impatient, but now I'm out here

Fallin', fallin', frozen, slowly

Fallin', got me right

I won't keep you waitin' (waitin')

All my baggage fadin' safely (my baggage fadin')

And if my eyes deceive me

Won't let them stray too far away, I

I wanna love me (ooh)

The way that you love me (ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me, ooh (trust me)

The way that you trust me, baby (trust me)

'Cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view (oh)

Yeah

As they finished their performance they got a fresh round of applause and Korë finally let out a breath as she always did after a performance and smiled alongside Soleil. After giving a wave they went backstage and collected their money. Since they didn't feel like staying at the bar anymore that night they decided to head home. "Good night KoKo," Soleil said with a yawn as she kissed her on the cheek and closed the door to her room. Korë was outside on the back porch humming and looking up at the sky, enjoying the night breeze. Until she heard whispering and then shuffling in the bushes 'The fuck?' she said under her breath as she quickly grabbed the steel bat near her that they used for protection.

She walked closer to the bushes and beat them with the bat a few times before staring at them again. She sighed, maybe she was just tired that was more than likely the case. She let out another breath as she turned but then yelped as she was met with a woman who was roughly her size and height. Her eyes glowed in the night and her mouth was covered in blood and it looked almost stained on her face. "Mommy Nova! I have waited so long for you!" She grinned widely showing off her razor-sharp teeth and reached for a hug arms opened wide but Korë moved a couple of steps back, her back bumped into someone and she turned to see a man taller and lankier.

"Hey, sweetness." It sounded like a man, a man who had trouble breathing and could barely compose his words. Korë wasn't thinking straight that's all she could of. She swung her bat wildly at the two intruders causing the man to speed away and the woman teleport back a few feet away from her. But she knows that she has hit one of them by the blood on her bat and the scar that was made on her stomach. She shrieked as she held her stomach and she did a full 360° but she couldn't see them. She felt like she was going to faint from the loss of blood and the lack of sleep. She then heard gunshots and she fell to the ground hoping that nothing else would wound her.

"Get up and get in the car!" She didn't have to be told twice since she was living off of adrenaline at the moment. She ran past the woman who was still letting off gunshots as she got in the car and slammed the door as she leaned into the seat protectively. After letting off a few more shots that the duo continued to dodge Sonya ran back to the car as well and got into the driver's seat starting the car and zooming off as she saw beady red eyes staring at her in the rearview mirror. "Who the hell are you?" Korë asked with a hiss as the woman started looking at her up and down when she suddenly asked "Where is the marking?" She asked indignantly "What fucking marking?! What the fuck are you talking about?" Korë spat and Sonya rolled her eyes as she tugged Korë's hoodie upwards and ghosted her finger over the Mortal Kombat marking.

"You wanna explain that?"

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat movie #mk movie #mk movie 2021 #kore nagako #soleil zaveri #sonya blade #arcanas #this was a bit rushed for me #but this will definitely be a series #I hope it will #mortal kombat oc #oc interaction #my oc story #my ocs do not steal #mileena#mk kabal #shang tsung

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midnightelite · 3 years

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Jily and Christmas Carols for a prompt, please 💙 Love you!! 😘💕

I hope you like it Chie!! I love you so much! <3 :) There isn’t a lot of caroling...and this also turned out 3x longer than I planned....lol I love you! Read below or on AO3!

Lily grabbed the blanket resting along the back of the couch and pulled it onto her lap. Picking back up the cup of hot chocolate from the side table, she focused on the television as she prepared to watch How The Grinch Stole Christmas. As the opening started, knocking rang through the house. Who was here?

Her dad was out shopping and said he wouldn’t be home for dinner, which was still a few hours away, and Petunia was hanging out with Vermin, which means she won't be home for quite some time. Both of them have keys, anyway, so they wouldn’t need to knock. Another noise cut off her thought process.

Lily placed her hot cocoa down, and stood, wrapping the blanket in her lap around her shoulders. She made her way to the front door, confusion swirling around her skull, and pulled it open. There, on her small porch, stood six of her closest friends, all dressed in ridiculous Christmas garb, singing the worst rendition of “Jingle Bells” she had ever heard.

“You guys sound like a dying animal.” She said as the song was coming to a close, as she pulled the blanket closer around her to block out the chill.

Sirius looked like she crashed his motorbike in front of him. “Is that any way to treat the people trying to bring you some damn joy for the holiday season?” He said indignantly.

“Yeah, aren’t you supposed to give us a warm drink or something? I didn’t know they switched it to insults.” Mary added primly.

A wide smile broke across Lily’s face. “In theory, yes, but I think this is a special circumstance.” She locked eyes with James over the top of Mary’s head, and she felt her heart flutter. “Hi James,” she greeted.

“Hey, Evans.” His smiling growing. The fluttering picked up its pace, making her feel like she could fly with the lightness she felt.

“Don’t be gross,” Marlene warned.

At the same time, Sirius complained, “What are we, chopped liver?” The fluttering came to a halt, and Lily rolled her eyes fondly at her friends. He crossed his arms, frustrated at the abysmal treatment.

“Anyway,” James said in a pointed tone, “Wanna join us for caroling? We are gonna hang back at mine for a bit after.” Hope was shining in his eyes, and she felt her cheeks darken. How could I say no to that?

“Sure, I just gotta change out of this.” Lily gestured to her pajamas and blanket-turned-shawl. “Wanna come in while I change real quick?” She opened the door wider and stepped to the side. After murmurs of ascent, they filed into her house, and she closed the door behind them. “You can wait in there,” She gestured to the entrance of her living room, “Grinch just started.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned and headed up the stairs toward her room. Lily searched through her closet looking for the ugliest Christmas jumper she could find. When her eyes settled on the red fabric covered in pompoms her eyes lit up. She grabbed a pair of jeans and wool socks and started to change.

As she was pulling on the last sock she heard a knock on her bedroom door. She walked over and pulled it open, getting ready to tell Sirius to shove it, when she came face to face with James, and the fight left her and was replaced with a warm smile.

“Hey,” He greeted quietly.

“Hey, yourself,” She replied. The grin that broke across his face was blinding, and the fluttering was back full force. He took a step toward her, and her arms circled around his neck. His found purchase around her waist and closed the distance between them.

“I missed you.”

A huffed laugh made its way from her lips, “You saw me yesterday.”

“I know, it’s been too long.” He lamented dramatically. She rolled her eyes before rolling up to the balls of her feet and connecting their lips for a brief affectionate kiss. As Lily pulled away he chased after her lips, and as they were about to capture hers again, they heard yelling from downstairs. They shared a fond look before wordlessly deciding they should go stop whatever horrible scene was occurring downstairs.

As they reached the landing at the bottom of the stairs, they looked into the living room to see Sirius lying on his back on the ground, with Remus perched atop him looking perfectly calm as if this were a completely normal occurrence. Marlene and Mary were sitting on the couch looking on in amusement, Peter-sitting next to the girls-was watching the television; unaware of the chaos going on around him. Lily walked over to the doorway, and the motion alerted Remus who looked over and smiled at her.

“Don’t worry I took care of the problem.” He said cheerily.

“Thanks, Rem, I know I can always count on you.” Lily sent a wink his way, causing an indignant squawk to come from the boy currently under Remus’s derriere.

Sirius started waving his hands around in annoyance. “Hey, I’m right here! I can hear everything you’re saying.” He pouted.

“We know,” Lily replied in a dismissive tone, then left the room to retrieve her boots. Once they were laced, she returned to the crowded room to find Sirius standing next to Remus, a sour expression on his face. “Everyone ready for caroling?” After a chorus of ‘yes’s’ She turned to head to the entrance.

James was waiting by the front door holding her coat, which she grabbed, shooting him a grateful look. Lily proceeded to open the front door for her friends to file out. “I’m just gonna leave a note for my dad. I’ll be out in a minute.” She called after the group.

As her friends headed toward James’s minivan, she went to the kitchen. Lily grabbed a pen and notebook from the drawer next to the sink and scrawled out that she was caroling then heading to a friend’s. She rushed out the door, locking it behind her. When she reached the minivan, she noticed most of the seats were filled and made her way to the back to squeeze in between Marlene and Mary.

The car stopped in front of James’s house fifteen minutes later. The teens piled out of the car, before heading down the street talking amicably. As they approached the first house Lily felt something graze against the knuckles of her left hand. Glancing over, she saw a messy mop of brown hair and glasses. She entwined her fingers with his and focused back on the door that was opening in front of them.

They sang a pitchy version of “We Wish You A Merry Christmas” exchanged pleasantries, before continuing on their way. They went to a few more houses, having similar responses. On the sixth house, the owner handed them each a piece of candy before sending them on their way. As their fingers and noses started to freeze, they made their way back to the potter estate, looking forward to the warmth of the fire.

Lily couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. She rarely got to hang out with her friends like this. School taking up and an increasingly large amount of her time as they were approaching graduation. As they walked up to James’s mansion, Sirius led the freezing teens into the large entrance. Lily was about to cross the threshold when she felt a tug on her arm. Twirling in the direction of the resistance she came face to face with hazel eyes.

James gave her a soft smile, an emotion she couldn’t quite read in his gaze, but made her nerves stand on edge in the best way. He yanked on their conjoined hands once more, and she fell into his embrace, her hands landing flat against his chest. He gently laid his forehead against hers, the tender look growing in his eyes.

“I love you, Evans.” Warmth spread throughout her, rising to her cheeks, reaching toward every crevice of her soul.

“I love you, too, Potter.” She lost track of the moments passing, as they stayed in the other’s embrace, getting lost in the feeling of being together.

After some time passed, James pulled back, placing a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. “C’mon, let’s join the group before they try and find us.” Lily nodded in response, and they headed in to join their family by the fire.

#jily #chie #<3 #caroling #the marauders #mel writes

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yelena-bellova · 4 years

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Don’t Be Afraid: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader - Chapter Four

Chapter Four: A Trip To Jakku

Series Masterlist

Plot: One week after Poe and Reader’s evening together, they’re called into a meeting regarding the map to Luke Skywalker.

Warnings: Angst, angst galore and a tiny bit of language.

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: PHEW. We’ve arrived at TFA and I’m so excited. Do any other writers ever spend so much time writing something that you’re simultaneously proud of and also hate? Cause that’s how I feel about this lol. We also get to spend some time with BB-8 and I decided to write dialogue for him because I’ve always wondered what droids are saying. I apologize for any typos, my hands are doing better at typing but they’re not perfect yet. ENJOY!!

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One week later

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Clearly the galaxy had taken pity on me and decided to throw me a bone. I had been buried in work for the past week leaving me very little time to dwell on my problems. Reports came flying in from various missions and I was in several meetings each day. Me, my mother and a few higher-ups even had to take a two day trip to Mon Calamari for a meeting with their monarchy. All in all, I was pleased to be back in the thick of my job.

Poe and I were as normal as we could be after the night we’d spent together. We hadn’t seen much of each other due to work, but when we were together there was very noticeable tension between us. I caught myself stealing glances at him when he was in the room, ducking my head quickly if he turned in my direction. He seemed to look at me with a newfound intensity in his dark brown eyes that would send a shiver down my spine. Whatever had changed that night seemed to be affecting both of us.

After a late meeting one day with Lieutenant Connix, I was able to escape the command center for a break. As I walked through the halls, I tugged at the collar of my dark green commander’s uniform. It was the most uncomfortable outfit anyone in the galaxy could have the misfortune of wearing. I’d never pulled the ‘General’s Daughter’ card to gain special privilege, but I’d tried to convince my mom several times to let me wear something different. I made a mental note to try asking her one more time...

Too busy scratching my neck, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and bumped into something. I looked down to see a familiar orange and white droid looking up at me,

“Bee, I’m so sorry! You okay?” I asked, kneeling to the ground.

I’m okay, don’t worry.

“Well, I’m still sorry. Where’re you headed?”

I was sent to come get you. The General needs to see you right away.

I furrowed my brows, “Okay, she didn’t say anything when I saw her this morning.”

She said it’s a new development.

“Oh, lead the way then!”

I rose from the ground and walked side by side with the droid, wondering why he was coming to get me when he was Poe’s droid. If my mother needed to see me, she usually sent 3PO.

We arrived quickly at one of the smaller meeting rooms and I knocked on the door softly.

“Come in.” I heard my mother’s voice call.

BB-8 and I both entered, me shutting the door behind us. I turned to see my mother sitting at the small table with Poe sitting across from her.

“Sit down, Commander,” my mother instructed, noticing the confused expression on my face.

I awkwardly sat down next to Poe, knowing it had been a few days since we’d talked. He gave me a smile and a wink, nonetheless and I relaxed into my seat.

“Commander Solo, Commander Dameron,” my mother began in her most serious tone of voice, “The information that I am about to tell you is beyond confidential. You are not to speak a word of this meeting to anyone else. The only people that are to know about what is said in this room are the three of us and BB-8.”

“Understood, General.” Poe and I replied in unison, BB-8 also letting out a beep of agreement.

She sighed, “We have made contact with Lor San Tekka and he has confirmed that he is in possession of the map we’ve been looking for.”

My jaw dropped slightly, this was it. It was happening. I looked over to Poe who gave me a toothy grin before looking back to my mother.

“That being said, we have very little time to move before the First Order inevitably learns of this also. I’m dispatching you both to Jakku to retrieve the map.”

Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief that I was being sent. I was worried that my mother would see my going on this mission as an issue and-

“However, Commander Solo, your presence on this paticular mission is conditional.”

Spoke too soon.

“How so?”

Leia sighed and folded her hands together on the table, “Due to your personal attachment to the item in question, it is a possibility that your judgement could become clouded. It goes without saying that there is no room for mistake with this. Therefore,” she glanced over at Poe briefly, “even though you are both equally ranked, Commander Dameron will be leading this mission.”

I tilted my head slightly, opening my mouth to say something but never finding the words needed to express what I felt. Instead the only thing I could get out was,  ”What?”  Leia looked down for a second before facing me, “In times like these, we cannot afford to take any risks and placing someone with a personal stake in a mission in charge is a risk. This is not an insult to you, Commander, you are a valuable asset to this mission.”

I could practically feel Poe tense up next to me, clearly he knew that I wasn’t going to take the news well. And how was I supposed to take it? What we were going to retrieve had to do with my family and I wasn’t even put in charge of it?  I folded my hands, matching my mother’s diplomatic position involuntarily, and forced a fake smile on my face,

“Well, to be frank, General, I don’t agree with the choice. I believe I’m perfecty capable of handling myself and keeping my emotions in check,” my voice was dripping with bitterness, “I would never let a personal interest get in the way of the Resistance’s goal. However, if you believe that Commander Dameron is more suited in leading the mission, then that is your decision. I will, of course, play any part I can in this operation.”

Poe had a hand to his temple by the end of my speech, while my mother simply kept her eyes locked with mine in a silent standoff.

“Is that all, Commander?” She finally asked, her tone firm, letting me know that the discussion was over.

I conceded, sitting back in my chair with my hands in my lap, “Yes, General.”

“Alright, the two of you leave in an hour. Because of the severity of this mission, there will not be any communications allowed so don’t bother packing them. Commander Solo, there will be a ship waiting for you to take. I will personally see the both of you off in the hanger.”

“Yes, General.” Poe answered, for the both of us as I stayed silent.

“Meeting adjourned,” Leia stated, the three of us standing and BB-8 rolling closer to join us. I left the room first, making a beeline for my quarters with no interest of speaking to anyone.

Once I got into my room, I let my tears flow freely as I leaned against the door. I was frustrated with my mother for not trusting me enough to be in charge of the mission. But more importantly, I was mad at myself because she was 100% right in making the call. My emotions couldn’t be kept in check when it came to my family and there was a considerable chance they would cloud my judgement. I would make some rash, impulsive decision and jeopardize the whole thing.

After a few minutes of crying into my hands, I wiped them on my uniform and dried my eyes. I had less than an hour to get into mission mode, to forget everything I was feeling and focus on what was at stake. I took a deep breath, knowing exactly what I needed to do to ensure I was present.

I walked to the center of the room, dropped to the floor and crossed my legs. My hands found my knees and gripped them gently, I closed my eyes and leaned into the familiar feeling. I focused on the Force, picturing it moving all around me and anchoring me to the ground. I pictured it flowing through me, into the deepest darkest parts of me that no one knew about. I pictured my anger, my sadness, my frustration, and allowed it to wrap around them like a tight embrace to keep someome from moving.

Just like that, I felt at peace.

Opening my eyes and taking a breath, I slowly rose from the ground and walked to my dresser. I grabbed a pair of tan pants, a white tee shirt, my dark brown leather jacket and a matching colored pair of combat boots. I changed quickly, knowing that my meditation had taken longer than I’d thought. I clipped a holster belt to my waist and placed my blaster inside the main holster.

Knowing that I’d regret not taking it, I reached over to my desk drawer and grasped my lightsaber. I hadn’t picked it up in a week since my last training session, too afraid of having another flashback. I had zero intention of using it today, and I probably wouldn’t need it, but I wanted extra protection should the worst happen. I’d long ago installed a holster clip inside each of my jackets to hold the lightsaber and I never went on a mission without it. I begrudgingly secured it and as soon as I felt it familiarly hit my side, I felt eased.

“Stupid....thing,” I grumbled, staring down at the inanimate object.

A knock at the door interrupted me from insulting any more of my weapons. It was too forceful to be my mother and I doubted she wanted to speak to me. I pressed the button to open the door and found Poe on the other side.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, I gestured for him to come in and he entered. I closed the door and turned to Poe, who was standing in thee middle of the room with his hands on his hips. He wore a similar outfit to mine, though his shirt had a deeper neck line that showed off a peak of his toned chest. He’d tried to tame his curls best he could, but one or two still fell loose.

It was wildly unfair that someone could look so distractingly perfect all the time.

“Look,” he began, “I know it doesn’t help, but I didn’t know anything about any of this before the meeting.”

I shrugged, “It helps and it doesn’t help. But I am sorry that you had to see me act like such a child.”

“Y/n, I completely understand why you’d want to be in charge of this mission,” he said, his tone sincere, “But if we’re being honest you-“  ”I could do something because it has to do with my family. Unfortunately, I agree.”

Poe’s lip curled up a little, “Well, I was gonna be a little nicer about it but yeah, that’s a possibility.”  I chuckled and took a few small steps towards him, crossing my arms, “No need to be nice, I was unreasonable. Sometimes I’m just so desperate to piece my family back together, I’d run headfirst into battle just for a shot at it.”

Poe simply listened, his brown eyes clouded with sadness, he knew all about the meaning of family. He’d lost his mother at such a young age, but she still meant he world to him.

“I’m not going to pretend like I’ve been in your shoes, Y/n, but I do know one thing. The passion and drive you have when it comes to your family,” he walked towards me and placed his hands on my arms, “They’re some of your best qualities, and they’re what make you such a good leader. Reel in your impulsiveness, but don’t be afraid to tap into that part of yourself.”

I smiled softly, placing my hands on top of his warm ones, before cocking my head to the side.

“I’m sorry, did I just hear you tell me to reel in my impulsiveness?  Poe rolled his eyes and took his hands off my arms, “Here we go...”

“The Poe Dameron,” I said between laughs, “Instructing someone not to be impulsive?”

“And I stand by what I said,” he replied, his hands going to his hips.

“And I think you’re full of shit.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Is that any way to speak to your Commander?”

Smirking, and taking a step closer towards him, I decided to be exactly what he’d just told me not to be,

“I stand by what I said.” I said softly, watching his eyes darken as I stared him down.

Poe’s jaw clenched, and I could sense his entire body had just gone tense. I realized just how close I’d moved towards him, our bodies were practically touching. The tension I’d felt between us the past week was back, but this time it was electric. Rather than duck my head, like I usually would, I firmly held his gaze with no intention of breaking first.

“Something wrong, Commander?” I asked, innocent as could be. I’d never seen Poe as speechless as he was at the moment, and something inside me was happy that I had so much of an effect on him.

His pupils blown and his pink lips parted slightly, he gave a coy smile,

“None whatsoever, sweetheart.”

Was it normal in a friendship to want to press your friend up against a wall and kiss them senseless?

Because if not, I was completely screwed.

The only thing that prevented that from happening was the sudden banging at my door. Both Poe and I jumped slightly, the heated moment broken and the noise bringing us back to reality. Turning and pressing the button, the door opened to reaveal BB-8 waiting patiently.

“What’s up, buddy?” Poe asked from behind me,

The General’s in the hanger, it’s time to go.

“Right,” I nodded, “We’re right behind you.”

The droid beeped once in acknowledgement and I turned to Poe, who had come to stand next to me. He looked like he was shaking himself from the same stupor I was, coming back to focus on the issues at hand.

He exhaled loudly and clapped his hand on my shoulder,

“Jakku?”

I sighed, shifting my thoughts from these new feelings towards Poe and reminding myself we were heading back into war,

“Jakku.”

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Leia was waiting for us in the hanger, in between Poe’s X-Wing and a beat up A-Wing for me. BB-8 had sped ahead of us in the halls and was already loading himself into his spot in the X-Wing.

“General,” Poe greeted as we approached her, “Commander Solo and I are all set.”

“Good,” she replied, the mechanics are finishing flight checks on your ships.”

“All set, General,” the mechanics responded as if on cue.

I met my mother’s gaze, knowing I had to talk to her before we left. Poe sensed the mood and mumbled something about checking on BB-8. Standing in front of her with my head hung, I felt like a child remorseful for something they’d done.

“I may have an apology to make.”  ”That’s entirely up to you. Just remember I have the power to demote you if you don’t,” she replied with a playful smile.

I laughed under my breath and took her hands in mine, “I’m sorry for how I acted, I still have a lot to learn.”

She placed both her hands on my cheeks and pulled me down to press our foreheads together. I clung to her arms and tried to soak in the moment, knowing there was a chance I wouldn’t see her again. It was a risk with every mission, but this one was different. This was more dangerous than anything the Resistance had ever pulled off before. And the whole thing rested on Poe and I.

My mother kissed my forehead before capturing me in a hug, I tried not to let any tears fall but failed. As she pulled away, I dried my eyes quickly and squeezed her hand,   “I love you.”

“I love you too, darling.”

Smiling warmly, I broke contact with her and walked over to the ship I’d be using. I usually flew an A-Wing when on missions so I was familiar with the controls. I climbed into the cockpit and got adjusted in my seat before placing the pilot’s helmet on my head and looking over to Poe,

“You good, Dameron?”  “All good, Solo,” he confirmed, looking at me through his own helmet and giving me a thumbs up.

“Commanders,” my mother said before we powered up the ships, “May the Force be with you both.”

I smiled and saluted her before pressing the button and the ship coming alive. I flipped on the comms so me and Poe could communicate till we arrived at Jakku.

“Poe, can you hear me?”  “Loud and clear, sweetheart. Who’s leaving the hanger first?”

“You’re in charge, Commander. Make the call.”  “I’m making the call that I like it when you call me Commander.”  I rolled my eyes, “Poe, save the galaxy now, flirt later.”

He groaned jokingly, “Fine, I’m leaving first.”  “Right behind you,” I confirmed, Poe had programmed the coordinates into my ship while I’d said goodbye to my mother. I took the controls in my hands and lifted off the ground, seeing that Poe was already out of the hanger waiting for me above base. I left the building and flew up to meet him,

“Ready for lightspeed?” He asked over the comms.

“Ready when you are,” I answered.

We flew a little further from base and then just like that, we were off.

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The flight wasn’t too long or harsh, and any trip we didn’t run into First Order patrol ships was a good one.

Poe and I didn’t end up speaking for the duration in case the First Order were scanning comms. If ever I needed to hear his voice, it was then. As we travelled, I’d begun to get a sinking feeling in my stomach. I sensed that something terrible was coming our way, but I couldn’t determine what. I’d often had premonitions in the past few years, but they’d increased significantly recently and it was starting to worry me. It was like my powers were beginning to grow stronger.

“Alright, coming into the atmosphere.” Poe’s voice came on the comms, taking me away from my thoughts.

“Copy that,” I answered.

It was almost dawn on Jakku, but it was still dark. Sneaking in and out in the dark made the mission feel even more dangerous, my nerves only rose.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” I mumbled to myself.

We were nearing the village, preparing to land outside of it. Poe and I flew side by side, zeroing in on a good spot and slowing down as we descended. There was something about the way Poe flew that even under the most dangerous of circumstances, he was completely at ease when flying. It was almost reassuring, almost.

We landed easily a few hundred yards from the village and I powered the A-Wing down. I removed my helmet and smoothed down my hair, blowing out a deep breath as my eyes scanned the quiet village. Whatever we were about to walk into, I hoped no harm came to the villagers. They didn’t ask for us coming into their homes and bringing the war with us.

I got out of the ship and met the sandy ground, turning to see Poe and BB-8 doing the same. BB-8 beeped something about liking the sand and for a few seconds, I simply enjoyed the sight of him rolling back and forth.

“Any idea what this guy looks like?” Poe asked, while closing the cockpit to the ship.

“Yeah, I met him once, it’s been a while though.” I replied, trying to steady my voice.

“Hey,” he said, stepping closer to me, “You good?”

I sighed, turned to Poe and said “I will be, as soon as we get the map and get the hell home.”

Poe smiled and grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently before nodding his head towards our destination,

“Then let’s go. If we make it back in time, I’ll take you for another flight.”

I squeezed back before letting go hesitantly, “Deal.”

We headed into the village with BB-8 close behind us. There were a few villagers up this early, already starting their day. We walked up to one of them who was already walking towards us,

“May I help you?”  ”Yes,” I began, “We’re looking for Lor San Tekka.”

The man nodded and gestured for us to follow him, he began leading us towards one of the many tents.

“BB-8, stay outside and keep watch.” Poe ordered as his droid beeped his confirmation. The villager pushed back the flap of the tent and Poe and I entered to be greeted by a white haired man,

“Commander, welcome.”

Poe shook his hand, “Sir, it’s an honor.”  Lor San Tekka turned to me and smiled, “Commander Solo, it is wonderful to see you again.”

He wrapped me in a warm hug, “It’s been too long, I’m glad to see you’re well.”

“Come,” he invited us, “Sit.”

Poe and I both took seats next to a firepit that was burning as Lor sat opposite us,

“We must be quick, time is a luxury that cannot be afforded dring war.”

He reached into his robes, pulled out a small leather sack and handed it to Poe. I breathed a visible sigh of relief, we’d actually gotten it. I could practically hear my mother’s sigh of relief as Poe and I handed the drive to her.

“This will begin to make things right,” Lor said, covering Poe’s hand with his other, “I've traveled too far, and seen too much, to ignore the despair in the galaxy. Without the Jedi, there can be no balance in the Force.”

I nodded solemnly, though the word ‘Jedi’ always made me tense up. As far as Force users went there were the Sith, there were the Jedi and then there was me. I didn’t fit either of those titles.

“Well, because of you now we have a chance. The General's been after this for a long time.” Poe replied, holding the sack up with a confident smile.

“‘The General.’” Lor repeated with a knowing grin, “To me, she's royalty.”

“That she is, sir. On behalf of her and the entire Resistance, thank you for helping us.” I stated.

Before any of us could open our mouths, BB-8 came bursting into the tent beeping frantically,

First Order, they’re coming!

I turned to Poe, the same worried expression on my face was mirrored on his. He looked to Lor San Tekka,

“We’ve got company.”

The three of us raced outside, Poe raising a pair of quadnoculars he had around his neck to the sky. He didn’t need them, I could see the lights of enemy ships approaching us.

“You have to hide.” Poe said to Lor, we turned to him in unison and I reached out to touch his arm,

“If the First Order finds out that it was you who gave us the map, unimaginable horrors await you.”

“Commander, I knew the risks when I got in contact with the General. You have to leave. Go!”

Poe looked to me, conflicted about leaving him there to probably die, but knowing what would happen if we didn’t get the drive back.

I nodded to Poe before turning to Lor, “Thank you.”

He pushed my hand off his arm and me, Poe and BB-8 ran like hell towards our ships. They were parked behind a few large rocks so we had a bit of covering, though not much. The transports were already landing in the village and I could hear blaster fire ringing through the air. The distant sounds of Stormtroopers calling orders out caused us to run faster.

“Come on, BB-8! Hurry!” Poe yelled as we made it to our ships.

“We gotta haul ass,” I exclaimed as I opened the cockpit and jumped in. I powered it up and looked over to Poe and BB -8 who were doing the same. My stomach was churning at the thought of not making it out alive with the drive in hand. That was not an option.

Suddenly, I felt a blast hit my ship and throw me forward a little.   “Shit!”

I jumped out of the cockpit and kept low, running to the back of the ship and examining the damage.

It was completely fried.

“You too?” Poe yelled over, in the same position I was in. BB-8 had already gotten out of his spot in the X-Wing and was by Poe. A shot was fired in between us and two Stomtroopers came charging toward us. Poe and I raised our blasters and took them on with one fatal shot each.

“What do we do?” I asked, running different scenarios through my head as I could tell Poe was as well. “Poe, we have to get out of here!”  ”No,” he replied, taking my hand and pressing the drive into it, “You have to.”  My eyes widened as I processed what he meant, “What?!”  ”Take BB-8 and get out of here, someone needs to get that map back to base. I’m gonna stay and take out as many as I can.”

“You’re insane if you think I’m leaving you here. You’re coming with us!”

“Y/n, I can’t leave the village helpless like this,” Poe said, gesturing to the village that had now caught on fire. The villagers screams could be heard for miles, I had the same urge to stay and defend them.

“Then send BB-8, I’m staying with you!’ I pushed, panic rising in my body at the thought of leaving Poe behind.

“NO! I won’t let anything happen to you, and that means you getting as far away from here as possible!” Poe yelled, desperation flooding his voice.

Tears flooded my eyes, I knew I wouldn’t be able to argue with him. He wouldn’t let me, just like he wouldn’t let any harm come to me. I reached up to touch his cheek, he leaned into my touch, shutting his eyes at the contact. His lips brushed my palm, sending a chill down my spine. He pulled me in by the back of my neck to press his forehead against mine. We stood there only for a brief second, but I wished with everything in me we could have stayed like that forever. He pulled back and wiped a stray tear from my face,

“I’ll come back for you, I promise.”  I nodded with a small sob as he bent down to talk to BB-8,

“You keep her safe, you hear me? You keep her and the drive safe.”

BB-8 beeped an ‘I will’ and rolled himself to my side, looking up at me.

Poe turned to me and his mouth opened to say something, when another ship began to land near the other transports.

My blood went cold. My heart began to race. It was like the entire world froze.

My brother was here.

Poe knew only one person in the galaxy could make me freeze like that,

“Y/n, get out of here now!”  ”No, Poe, if he’s here I can’t leave you! Don’t make me leave you!” I shouted, grabbing onto his arms and trying to pull him the direction BB-8 and I would head.

“Y/n,” he took hold of my arms, “Get out of here right now, that’s an order!”

I sobbed and knew he wasn’t going to back down now. I had no choice but to leave him behind. BB-8 beeped at me and I looked down at him, knowing that we needed to go now or else we didn’t stand a chance.

Meeting Poe’s chocolate brown eyes, filled with tears of his own, I hesitantly let go of him and took off running with BB-8. I couldn’t look back at him or else I knew I’d do the exact thing my mother had been afraid I’d do. All I could do was weep as we ran through the sand, clinging to the sack containing the only shred of hope I had in the moment.

I didn’t know how long we’d been running, or rolling, but it seemed like nobody was trailing us. At some point I stopped and took a minute to catch my breath. Sitting down in the sand, I began crying again. Not only had I left Poe on his own when I should have just told him to screw himself and stayed, but my brother had arrived. What would happen if Poe was caught? What if he was captured? I knew what the First Order could do, but worse, I knew what my brother was capable of.

BB-8 rolled next to me and hesitantly bumped against my leg,

Do you think Poe will be okay?

I put a hand on the droid’s body and drew him to my side,  ”Yeah, he will. Somehow.”

After a moment of wallowing in my fears, I dried my eyes and stood up. Until Poe rejoined us, it was up to the two of us to get the map back to base safely, and I wasn’t going to let the Resistance down. I wasn’t going to let Poe down either.

“C’mon, Bee. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”

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A/N: Don’t hate me for the angst 🙈 Unfortunately we won’t be seeing Poe for a while, but he’ll still be present between BB-8 and the Reader’s conversations.

As far as updates go, I’ll still try for one a week but a family member of mine has just been diagnosed with cancer. I’m having a hard time with it so I may a couple days late with updates. As always, let me know if you want to be tagged!

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n-blanca-archived · 3 years

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↳ BATTLEFIELD

↳ Ochako Uraraka x gn!reader

A/N: !! ochako!! i’ve had quite a roller coaster ride with my opinions about her but it’s hard to NOT love her lol! the first time i published this it didn’t do very well despite the fact that it’s honestly my favorite work to date! so i hope you enjoy reading it, too! remember to stretch and drink water!

warnings: non-graphic mentions of blood, vomiting

prompt: Holding their hands when they are shaking.(from this prompt list!)

genre: angst+fluff at the end!

Tenya stood at your side, both of you too worried to say much of anything. His jaw was clenched, hands gripping at the radio in his grasp.

He looked tired and angry, covered in the dust that floated leisurely in the air.

You don't look any better. You continuously ran your hands down your face, pulling at your cheeks or rubbing at your eyes roughly as you watched the battle apprehensively. You could feel the dirt sticking to your skin, and your actions surely weren't helping, but you couldn't really find it in you to mind it.

A city street covered in broken support beams and debris continuously got worse in front of you, buildings crumbling to the ground like sand.

Deku, Ground Zero, Chargebolt, Creati, and Uravity were the only ones cleared to enter the fight zone. Usually, you wouldn't be so worried about your girlfriend. You were both pro heroes; danger came with the job. You trusted in Ochako's ability to keep herself safe.

But Usually, Ochako wasn't shaking.

You've been watching your girlfriend fight for years now, and you can tell when she's off her game. Right then, Ochako isn't just off her game; she's not even playing. Her evident exhaustion was most likely due to the lack of sleep the last four days had brought. Tracking down this particular group of villains had been kicking everyone's ass if you were honest.

Low-level villains would usually be no problem, but there was undoubtedly strength in numbers with them forming their own organizations. The Leauge of Villains had not been operating for years, but villains seemed to realize that banding together worked.

Ochako and Creati were supposed to be in hare of escorting any remaining civilians out of the area and keeping the structures of buildings stable. Your quirk wasn't of any help. Since you were only there as a medic, you were stuck behind the separated zone, concrete barriers surrounding you. Iida was required to wait until someone was out of commission before he could go in; something about 'preserving their resources.'

You bit your lip, watching Ochako stumble away from the villain slashing at her. Her opponent was tall and lanky, his fingers turning into sharp blades. Ochako wouldn't usually have so much trouble, but with her quirk still active on the building near her, she struggled. Momo was still inside, along with any potential civilians. She couldn't let up her quirk even if she wanted to.

The villain lunged again, finger-blades lengthening and knicking her cheek. Your eyes focused almost absurdly on the drop of blood that flew from the small wound.

She was just a few feet in front of you, and as much as you wished you could bypass the barriers and help her, going into a fight zone unauthorized could get your license taken away.

The radio in Iida's grasp crackled.

"Ingenium, you're cleared to fight. First position is with Deku, then circle back to Creati once you get the chance. Over."

Iida was gone before you could blink. You held the radio he had shoved into your hands tightly, knees locked. They'd start shaking if you un-tensed, you were sure of it.

Iida quickly took care of the attacker, easily slipping under the man's swing and knocking him out. He checked over Ochako for a second, and once he received a nod from her, albeit shakey, he was gone. The whine of his engines followed him as he ran off, closer to the main fight blocks away.

People were bustling behind you, no doubt antsy from being side-lined and told to stay on the safe side of the barriers. You watch Ochako's knees give out, the brunette falling roughly onto the gravel. She bent in half at the waist and retched loudly enough for you to hear clearly; bile and a mix of things spilling out of her mouth. The building she had stayed right next to groaned eerily; she had reached her limit.

"Medic 16, cleared for retrieval. Shouto cleared for support; you'll be replacing Uravity."

"Shouto!" You shouted over your shoulder, already vaulting over the barricades. Todoroki came sliding into view, using his ice to speed through the crowd of first responders and confused civilians.

He skated by above you, pulling you up onto his ice path when you stuck out your hand. You held on tightly to him, doing your best to keep your balance steady on the slippery ice.

In seconds, Shouto was dropping the ice path as gently as possible, helping you off of it as it reached the ground. You dropped to your knees next to Ochako. Todoroki already stories high and freezing the building in place as best as possible.

"'Chako-chan, can you breathe with me?" You asked, pushing the girl into a sitting position away from the puddle of sick. She was struggling to breathe, puffs of air escaping her mouth too fast for your liking. Still, Ochako nodded shakily, watching your chest rise and fall as you took deep, exaggerated breaths.

You noticed quickly that it wasn't working. Ochako's breaths were still ragged, her gag reflex acting up often and causing her to shrink forward, shoulders heaving. It's been years since she's been so sick from using her quirk.

Your mouth pulled into a frown, and with one hand, you dug into the supply bag on your hip. You popped a nausea tablet into her mouth, prompting her to chew. She does so sluggishly. She tried to wipe her mouth, but her hand was shaking so intensely that she couldn't bring it that high up. Ochako let her arm fall back into her lap and closed her eyes, taking in one last deep breath.

"You're okay, Ochako. Just relax." You pull her hands into yours, running your thumb gently over her calloused palms and fingertips.

"I didn't mean to stop my quirk." Ochako sighed, hanging her head. You nodded, letting go of one of her hands to pull off her helmet completely.

"I thought, I thought I killed Momo for a second." She hissed, teeth grit together. Her face was pale and stained, but there was an intensity in her eyes that wasn't there moments before. She really had thought she had lost a friend, evidently. You watch a sharp tremor run through her frame.

The movement prompts you to pull her hands until they were splayed against your chest, allowing her to feel your heartbeat and the rise and fall of your breaths.

"She's okay. Her vitals are still being monitored. Todoroki's securing the building, you did great, Ochako." You soothed, guiding the heroine's breathing again.

"Medic 16, Creati confirmed five civilians with her. Escort her and the civs out of the battle area. Uravity needs to be interned in medic tent 4."

The radio's static voice startled the two of you. Still, you both recover quickly, standing hurriedly as you eyed the building's entrance wearily.

Just as the distant rumble of your other coworkers fighting off other villains started nearing, Momo burst out of the building, face set in a grimace and chest heaving. She was supporting a limping woman wh was crying heavily. Another woman, looking just as haggard, stumbled along beside them, gripping two small children's hands in her own.

What made you rush over to them was the child in Momo's hold, limp and stained in familiar shades of crimson.

A soft curse tumbled out of your mouth, looking back at Ochako one last time. You were hesitant to leave her, unsure she would be able to make it back by herself. Before you could speak, the brunette smiled gently at you and nodded, already turning to run back to the barricades.

You lunged forward, hands already reaching out to take the child from Momo's hold.

The medic tent was relatively quiet. Only a few other medics were active. They were busy in other medical tents, treating more solemn injuries or handling groups of civilians for shock.

You went over the child's vitals again, sighing lightly. He had suffered a head wound, though luckily it wasn't too deep or long. Head wounds bleed quite a bit, and he seemed to only have that one wound.

You figured the kid had a minor concussion, but the first concern was blood loss. Hopefully, you'd be able to check on him once he was transferred to an actual hospital. All you were really able to do was close the wound and repair the skin.

His mother was lying on the cot next to him, leg wrapped in a temporary cast. The other woman and two children were herded out of the tent into a set waiting area, most likely being questioned about their relation and who could pick them up.

Ochako sat on the cot farthest from the tent's entrance, fiddling with her helmet.

"How are the others?" She asked when you neared, looking up at you. You smiled and sat at the end of the cot, tucking in your legs so they didn't dangle off the edge.

"Haven't gotten an evac order or a call for a replacement, so they're managing. They've pushed in the fight zone, though. We must be winning." You said, pulling her hands into your lap and playing with them lightly.

"And Momo?" She asked, biting her busted lip absently.

"She's okay. We got her healed up; she's probably already up helping figure out things with civilians." You watched the tensions seep out of her shoulders, a small wobbly smile plastered on the brunette's face.

"That's good....thanks for dealing with me back there; I'm kind of embarrassed that I collapsed," Ochako giggled, cheeks flushing. You grinned lightly, pulling Ochako's hands up to your mouth and pressing a kiss to each of her palms.

"It's what I'm here for." You muttered, pulling her into a gentle hug and leaning forward, forcing her to lay down.

"Go to sleep. I'll wake you if anything happens." Ochako nods at your words, a small yawn escaping her before her eyes fluttered closed, face relaxing. You pushed the hair out of her face lightly before making your way off of the cot, standing with a sigh.

Distantly, Deku's familiar yell rang out, followed by a loud boom.

Ochako's job may be over, but yours is far from it.

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winchester-fantasies · 4 years

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Mind Game

Summary: After a routine hunt, you wake up to find you can move things with your mind, and you decide to take advantage of your new found ability.

Word Count: 2034

Warnings: crack (or at least attempted lol), a little bit of fluff, swearing

Pairing: Dean x Sam x Female!Reader (platonic)

A/N: This was written for a request by @princessofthefandomrealm : Maybe a fluffy Sam and Dean where reader can move things with her mind and she keeps messing with the boys. Imagine moving pie out from in front of Dean! Thank you for your request! Hope you like it!!

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“Whoa, (Y/N),” Sam said as he helped you up off the ground of the abandoned warehouse. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you groaned, dusting off the back of your jeans and feeling for the gash you knew was on your forehead. “Stupid witch.”

“Fucking hate ‘em,” Dean said as he came to stand beside you and Sam.

“No lie there,” you agreed.

“You wanna sit down for a few?” Sam asked, putting his hand on your shoulder.

You shook your head. “Let’s just go home.”

“Okay,” Sam nodded, wrapping a supportive arm around your waist as Dean led the way back to the Impala. Sam helped you into the back before joining his brother in the front, and Dean peeled out of the parking lot and onto the highway, headed back to the bunker.

After a while, your eyes began to grow heavy. You tried to keep them open but it was futile as you drifted off a couple of times, first bumping your head on the window and another time on the back of the seat. So you finally gave up and laid down in the back seat, letting sleep fully take you.

**********

When you finally awoke, you found yourself in your bed in the bunker; one of the boys must have carried you inside. How you’d not woken up even once was a mystery, but you weren’t complaining. Your body still hurt but you felt more rested than you had in weeks.

You stretched, enjoying the burning of muscle before you turned on your side and glanced at the clock. It was already half past noon, and you were starting to get hungry, punctuated by the growling of your stomach.

You threw off the covers and left your room, headed for the kitchen. Dean’s bedroom door was closed, but a light shown out from under it, and you could hear music playing inside. You could just imagine him lounging on his bed, legs crossed at the ankles and head bobbing to the music as he surfed...whatever the fuck he did, on the Internet.

“Evening, Sam,” you said as you passed the library where Sam was seated, as he always seemed to be, at one of the library tables.

“Hey,” he greeted, looking up from the open book in front of him. “You feeling okay? You were out for quite awhile.”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you reassured with a smile. “Feel better than I have in a long time actually.”

“That’s good,” Sam said with a dimpled grin before turning back to whatever he was reading as you continued on to the kitchen.

You grabbed some bread, cheese, and meat from the fridge before assembling yourself a sandwich. You went to sit down at the table, groaning a few seconds later when you realized you’d forgotten to get a drink. You glanced over to the bottles of water on the island and grumbled. You didn’t want to get up again. It would be just great if things would just come to you and….

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed as one of the bottles suddenly tipped over and rolled to the edge of the island before falling to the floor.

“You okay?” Sam’s voice called from the library.

“Uh, yeah!” you called back absentmindedly. “Just dropped something!”

Sam didn’t bother answering, not that you would’ve heard him anyway. You were too stunned by what had just happened for you to be focused on anything else.

You slowly got up from your chair and walked around the table, eyes on the bottle of water on the floor as if it were some venomous creature. “How did that even happen?” you muttered. “I was just thinking how it would be nice if things would come to me and….” Once again the bottle moved, rolling closer towards you. You backed up in shock. “It’s me!” you shouted.

“What’s you?”

You jumped at the sound of Dean’s voice as he came into the kitchen. “Uh, nothing,” you muttered, reaching down to pick up the water bottle. You quickly sat back down and continued eating in silence as Dean moved around the kitchen, making himself lunch. Your leg bounced under the table as you impatiently waited for your friend to leave so you could test out your theory.

Dean finally finished, giving you a weird look before he left, heading back towards his room. You watched the doorway for a second before looking at the water bottle that you’d sat beside your plate. You stared at it intensely, your mind imagining it moving towards and just like that, it tipped over again and rolled over to you. Your mind spun as you realized you weren’t crazy. You were moving it with your mind!

You jumped up from the table, abandoning your unfinished sandwich and water bottle and ran to your room. The door slammed shut behind you when you thought about the fact you’d forgotten to close it in your haste, and you jumped before making a beeline for your nightstand. You fumbled for your phone, pressing the ON button before bringing up your contacts.

You dialed you who wanted and raised it to your ear. “C’mon, c’mon,” you said under your breath, your leg bouncing.

“Hello?” a lilting voice answered.

“Rowena!” you shouted into the phone.

“Good heavens, girl!” the witch admonished on the other end. “Must you really be so...animated?”

“Sorry,” you said quickly. “Listen, I need your help. I think a witch put some kind of spell on me.”

“About time,” Rowena quipped.

“Really, Rowena?” you said in a tone that conveyed your displeasure.

“I apologize, my dear,” she said, sounding anything but remorseful. “What exactly seems to be the problem?”

“I...I can move things…with my mind,” you said secretively, your eyes darting to your bedroom door as if Sam and Dean could hear you.

“That’s what she cursed you with?” Rowena asked incredulously. “Out of all the things…. What were her exact words?”

You repeated what you could remember, Rowena’s titter coming through the receiver a moment later. “What’s so funny?” you asked, eyes narrowing.

“Must have been a witch in training,” Rowena said, catching her breath. “Because she made a very rookie mistake. There are two very similar spells; say one and whoever’s affected has their memories slowly fade until they’re left nothing more than a shell of who they once were. Change one word, and they’re able to move things with their mind. Fortunately for you, and unfortunately for me, yours seems to be the latter.”

“So...I’m good?” you asked.

“You are,” Rowena said. “This particular spell only lasts for twenty-four hours, but in the meantime, have some fun with it.”

“Okay, thanks, Rowena,” you said.

“Have fun,” she said in a sing-song voice before hanging up.

You put down your phone. Rowena said to have fun with the spell…. And although you knew you could move things with your mind, you weren’t sure you could with everything. Best try it out with something small.

You opened your bedroom door and peeked out, looking both ways down the hall before stepping out and tiptoeing to the library. Glancing around the corner, you found Sam still seated at the table, same book from before open in front of him.

He slowly flipped the page right before his phone dinged, indicating a text. He picked up his phone and read it silently before typing out an answer.

You snickered as an idea crossed your mind. You zoned in on the book, imagining the page turning. Sam was so engrossed in whatever he was texting back that he didn’t notice the page moving as you flipped it back to the one he’d just read.

Sam sent the text and glanced back down, his brow furrowing when he realized he’d already read that page. He flipped it back over and began to read again when another text came through.

Once again you flipped the page back to the one he’d already finished, and once again Sam was too engaged to notice. He frowned again when he encountered the same problem, but just like before, he simply turned it over and continued reading.

It was a little longer than before when he finally got another text, and he waited a few moments more before answering. But he finally picked up his phone again, and you went to work. You began to flip the page but this time Sam’s hand slammed down onto the book, halting your work and causing you to jump.

“Okay, that’s it!” the giant of a man bellowed as he looked around the room for the culprit.

You ducked into the nearest bedroom as Dean’s door opened down the hall and his sock-clad feet hurried to the library. “What’s the matter?” Dean asked in concern.

“I don’t know, man,” Sam said, confusion in his voice. “But I think the bunker might be haunted again.”

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You messed with the boys for the rest of the day; moving chairs, opening and closing doors, moving objects from one place to another, flipping the lights on and off, and just generally driving both Winchesters insane. They were genuinely afraid the bunker was haunted, and you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself as you heard Sam say he was about ready to get the salt.

Later that evening you made your way to the kitchen. Your mind was tired from the amount of concentration it took to move things, and your stomach was beginning to growl from all the time you’d spent pulling tricks throughout the day.

Dean was sitting at the table when you entered, a pan of pie in front of him. His eyes were gleaming and mouth practically watering as he raised his fork, ready to dig in. That’s when you had a wicked thought.

Without even trying that hard, you flicked the fork out of his hand, the metal landing on the concrete floor with a sharp clink. Dean’s eyes were wide, but he didn’t react, bending down to retrieve the silverware. He wiped it off on his jeans before turning back to his pie.

He was once again about to start in when you jerked the pie out from under him, his fork landing on the table, the prongs actually embedding into the tabletop. “Okay, I’ve had enough!” Dean shouted, pushing back from the table so fast his chair fell backward. “You can move my chair; you can hide my beer! But no one, and I mean no one, messes with my pie! Including a goddamn ghost!”

And that’s when you lost it. You cackled so hard you had to bend over, hands on knees.

“You!” Dean hissed. You looked up to find him standing with an accusatory finger pointed your way. “I shoulda fucking known.”

His words only caused you to laugh even more, tears starting to pool in your eyes. “What’s going on?” Sam asked as he came into the kitchen, glancing from you to his brother who was still standing, body tense and scowl on his face.

“It’s her!” Dean snapped.

“What do you mean it’s her?” Sam asked in genuine confusion.

“She’s the one who’s been dickin’ with us!”

“What?” Sam asked incredulously. “Is that true, (Y/N)?”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, guys,” you said, straightening up and taking a deep breath. You wiped the tears that had fallen from your fit of laughter. “Dean’s right. It was me.”

“But...but how?” Sam asked as the initial shock wore off, giving way to the more pressing question.

“The witch,” you explained, finally composing yourself. “I talked to Rowena, and she said it won’t last for more than twenty-four hours. Then she told me to have fun with it, and that’s just what I did.”

Sam chuckled, and Dean’s eyes softened. “You certainly played us,” Sam said.

“You sure did, kid,” Dean agreed with a chuckle of his own, and you were sure you saw a gleam of pride in his green eyes.

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” Sam said, coming over to give you a hug.

“Me, too,” Dean said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and placing a chaste kiss to your head. “Just...don’t mess with my pie.”

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peterstanslizzie · 4 years

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Reacting To: Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts (Season 3 Episode 2)

Episode Title: Code Word Milkshake

Spoiler Warning: Kindly proceed if you’ve already seen the episode or are able to handle spoilers

1. OMG! A K-pop song? That’s so cool! It sounds like BTS lol. And the song is pretty catchy too 🎵; “Dive into my ocean of love”. It’s such a bop! We see the mutes (even the Mod Frogs) fangirling HARD. But what animals are these guys supposed to be? Are they dolphins? But why do they have horns? And apparently abs as well:

2. Aww but the leader of the group, Hyun Soo (as revealed in the subtitles) soon gets paralyzed by a dart and is kidnapped after signing fan autographs. And of course, it’s the doing of Dr. Emilia as she’s seen testing a serum sample on Hyun Soo. Again, I’m impressed with her ability to be so stealthy. However, she’s finding it difficult in getting the right formula for the genetic serum since none of the samples she’s used so far has worked on the kidnapped mutes. BTW, Jamack talking to Hyun Soo is hilarious.

3. In Timbercat Village, Kipo is planning with HMUFA a mission to find Emilia, rescue their friends and retrieve Song’s research journal. Oh, did Asher get a haircut? If so, they look really nice.

4. Our boy, Benson wants Troy to come along because he feels safer when he’s around. How precious! I’m happy he gets to go on a mission with Kipo for the first time too. It’s nice to mix groups up sometimes. And it looks like it’s just gonna be a human/hybrid-only mission because the mutes won’t be able to handle Emilia’s sonic emitter. Dave is upset that he won’t be able to tag along with them. I think it’s a good thing to sit this one out because he does have a tendency to die during their missions lol.

5. They manage to hitch a ride on a couple of dragonfly mutes due to Kipo coming up with the codeword, “Milkshake” to keep situations calm. Random but okay. As they’re flying over the sea, they spot a ship, which definitely belongs to Emilia since we hear Zane asking Greta to turn on the sonic emitter as some mysterious sea creature was circling around them. Because the dragonflies are not immune to the sound, this causes them all to fall into the water

6. The group tries to climb over the ship to get a peek of the situation aboard and they can see the burrow humans enjoying their time there, splish-splashing in a giant pool paired with a crazy slide and everything.

7. Dave lets Lio and Roberto know that he wants to have a boys night out (BNO) with them. But it’s clear that he’s doing this because he still feels salty about not being included in the stealth mission. Roberto looks like he doesn’t want to go out but Lio is down to hangout with Dave-o lol.

8. Back on the Dr. Emilia’s ship, Kipo and gang try to find her lab but they almost got spotted by a blonde human girl, who apparently is able to hear Hyun Soo sing through the cafeteria vents and thus, wants him to sing for her. Kipo and Troy actually recognize her from their old burrow. She’s actually Hoag’s daugther, Doag! I can’t believe he named his daughter that lol. Anyways, they were all actually friendly with one another, so we shall see if she’s willing to help them or not. Doag really likes dancing and we see her dancing around to Hyun Soo’s singing. She then does a split and spots them. Well, she doesn’t look alarmed actually.

9. Meanwhile, Dave and Lio are playing cards but afterward, they went to check out the so-called “community bonding” session between Timbercats and the Umlaut snakes. At first, it seems like they are having a huge argument but they’re actually just writing a song and having a couple of debates. It’s song-break time. This time, the song is called ‘Friendship Alliance’. How fitting. After the performance, Lio says he wants to go to bed but Dave isn’t done yet and wants him to check out his secret stash of explosion berry cola.

10. Doag explains to the group that Dr. Emilia has been treating them nicely so far but they want her to know the truth about Emilia who has been trying to kill Kipo since she was a baby. Plus, according to Troy (and Benson from earlier on), she didn’t eat his Benson’s pancakes. Troy is way more upset about the part about the pancakes, which of course he has to be since it’s his boo’s pancakes. But my goodness, Doag’s voice is like nails on the chalkboard. Don’t you agree?

11. I think it’s hard for them to convince her that Dr. Emilia is a bad person, especially since they don’t have any real evidence to show. Emilia is like a savior to these humans. Fortunately, Doag wants to help them rescue Boom-Boom, Jamack, Camille and Hyun Soo regardless.

12. She takes them to Dr. Emilia’s lab, which isn’t very hidden like they said lol. The door’s locked but Troy, the skilled magician was able to pick the lock no problem. Benson is impressed and he actually addressed him as his boyfriend! Cute!

13. They enter the lab and we see all the kidnapped mutes trapped in their individual mute-proof cells. Aww the way Jamack called Kipo, Burrow Girl was so sweet. He has come a really long way with her since Season 1 huh? I don’t know what’s up with Boom-Boom but she(?) doesn’t look too good, almost unhinged. So, Hyun Soo is known as a Dolphicon! I guess that’s short for Dolphin and Unicorn. That’s explains the horn. I actually like the name “Wall Siren” for him as well. Despite only speaking in Korean, Hyun Soo does seem to understand English when Doag asks him “who are you?”. I feel like the introduction of Hyun Soo is like paying homage to Kipo’s animation studio, Studio Mir, which is in fact South Korean.

14. Kipo proceeds to then break them out of their cells. Doag declares she’s going to help them escape. I actually hope there’s a chance that she would be part of Kipo’s group officially. She seems cool, mostly lol. Wolf also finds Song’s research journal but before they could make their escape, the traumatized Boom-Boom looks at the needles Dr. Emilia has been using on her, freaks out and drops her nectar bombs on them, which causes the whole lab to explode. Boom-Boom needs therapy for sure. Ughh…Wolf also accidentally drops the journal and leaves it behind the lab. That book is probably destroyed.

15. Back at Timbercat village, I assume Lio had already drank the cola before he is super hyped. Yumyan also joins in on their shenanigans and he gives them the idea to steal Molly’s axe and put it in an axe bush (is that what Yumyan said?). Also, is this supposed to be a pun or something?

16. Doag puts Hyun Soo in their getaway boat but it’s weird since he’s a dolphin and can just swim in the water instead lol. They’re supposed to leave now but Kipo wants to face Emilia now. I say she’s making a bad decision here. Dr. Emilia then arrive with Greta and Zane but Wolf takes out the latter two easily. The rest of the humans come out to the deck to see what the ruckus is all about and Emilia tries to play coy and innocent with them.

17. Hoag notices that his daughter isn’t around. Our heroes try to explain to the humans that Dr. Emilia is the bad guy; They told about how Song is the Mega Monkey and how she got her to attack and destroy their home back in Season 1. And they explain that she mind-controlled Song to kill her own daughter.

Even grandma can deliver a beatdown on someone lol

18.The humans are reluctant to believe them because it does sound very farfetched. But c’mon…they should know by know that Las Vistas is a messed up place; Anything can happen. Also, don’t they remember the Mega Monkey saving them from getting gilded in Season 2. Suddenly, Hoag makes an attempt to paralyze Kipo with one of the darts but she quickly reacts and knocks him out. The humans see this and they get mad at her. Eventually, Kipo and the others make their escape. Finally.

19. Back to Lio and Dave. We find out towards the end that Molly actually killed Dave 5 times for the stunt he pulled on her lol. Anyways, the both of them are glad to have this bonding session with one another since Kipo isn’t around.

20. Our heroes reach land but Doag wants to go back because she knows her dad is worried sick about her. And so, Hyun Soo and I guess the rest of his groupmates are bringing her back there. Aww, she should’ve stayed but I understand why she wants to go back to the ship. But to be honest, somebody should’ve thought to give her a communicator or a walkie-talkie or something because at least they can know what Dr. Emilia’s next move is. Perhaps they don’t really have to think too much into it since the journals has been decimated and all…or is it?

21. Wolf, I hope you’re happy you dropped the journal lol. Dr. Emilia figures out that Kipo is X. Wait, I’m trying to remember if there any mention of X in the previous episodes. Anyways, I wonder what she’s going to do with the fur Kipo left during their last confrontation. I guess since Kipo is a human who also has the DNA of apex predators, Emilia is going to play with her recombinant DNA and figure out a way to reverse the effects of the mute DNA so that only the normal DNA will be present? I dunno….

22. Last note/tiny bit of criticism: Is it just me or do you guys sometimes think that some of the character designs look a little wonky in this episode? Sometimes, I felt like Kipo, Benson and even Troy look a little off in some frames. Anyways, that’s the end of my review of episode 2. Stay tuned tomorrow for my review of episode 3. Thanks for reading everybody!

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Something Just Like This - CH03

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

Warnings: I don’t even bother with the warnings because lol, there’s none. Maybe a little feeling? I dunno.

WC: 3564

SERIES MASTERLIST

The drive back is dragging and Dean feels that the alcohol in his bloodstream did nothing to help him clear his head or calm him down. If anything, it just leaves him more agitated.

He dreads going back. Dreads having to face his responsibility because more than anything, he wants to shut himself in his room and not want to deal with all the problems he has to face lately.

Fergus MacLeod, the mayor of the city called in earlier today, said that he’d be at Sam’s law firm opening, told Dean that he hoped that there would be lots of women too. Crowley’s been a lover of the ladies, and Dean knows that he needs Crowley on his side. And Dean hates that, hates that he’s being played like a puppet, his strings held together by a mayor who has more skeletons in the closet than Dean does and yet, he can’t expose him because Dean and his men would go down with him.

Maybe that’s why he decided to go to the Roadhouse for a drink. But who is he kidding, because in reality he went in to see her.

Now he’s on the way back when all he wants is to have stayed longer.

He wishes he could turn back time, go back to sitting at the bar and actually talking to Y/N. It took him what? Almost two hours to summon his courage to talk to her? What the fuck is wrong with him? He doesn’t even know himself anymore. He’s usually much smoother than that.

Sure enough, as soon as he walks down the winding stairs to the library of the bunker, Sam’s already on his case.

“Where have you been?” Sam asks when Dean steps off the last step, Dean’s one foot shy from touching the ground.

The bunker has been their HQ since the building that used to house their HQ blew up with their dad still in it. Sam had found this place, something to do with his love for books and shit. Dean doesn’t really understand, but it’s a good place, secluded, nobody around, nobody could know what’s going on in here. And it has some bedrooms for when they’re too lazy to go home. Which, lately, happens more often than not, Dean reckons.

“Jeez, mom, I went and had a drink, alright,” Dean scoffs and sits down at the table, running his hand through his hair, ruffling it up in the process, “Didn’t know that I have to report my every fucking move to you.”

“You went to the Roadhouse?” Sam raises an eyebrow in question as he shuffles through the stack of papers laid out before him and Dean looks at him, his eyebrows pulled together. “Called Ellen,” Sam shrugs.

Dean breathes out. I need a fucking drink, he thinks, but of course he knows that he can’t, he doesn’t want Sam to worry about his drinking habit too much. Sam would go all wise-ass on him, telling him that he should fucking talk more instead of using alcohol as his coping mechanism because, apparently, that is not healthy. Dean’s sick of hearing it.

“Don’t get why you always go there. It’s an hour out! We have a couple of good bars here too, you know that right? Not that you should be drinking anyway, but you do know that you even own some of the bars?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean’s head hurts from rolling his eyes.

“You took the Impala?”

“Of course I took my Baby,” Dean’s eyes narrow as he looks at Sam. He knows where this is going. Still, he can’t sit on his damn mouth and challenges his brother, “Why? Am I not allowed to take my own car and go have a fucking drink on my fucking own?”

Sam’s face softens up. He knows that Dean’s aggression is not really directed at him. Dean’s frustrated and Sam gets that, “We have a garage full of great bulletproof SUVs. Just saying,”

“Bulletproof.” Dean snorts.

“Yeah,” Sam nods, “You never know Dean. We don’t know about Lucifer. Maybe he’s butthurt and thinks that if he kills you, he can come back. For all I know, he could have a bullet with your name on it. No, I’m pretty sure he has a bullet with your name on it!”

“Bullets ain’t killing me, Sam.” Dean sighs.

“Oh, just because you were lucky in Afghanistan you think you’d be lucky here?” Sam slams in fits on the table and Dean didn’t spare a glance, “Newsflash Dean, you’re not immortal!”

There’s footsteps coming in from the kitchen and Dean turns to look at the source, thankful for whoever is here with them because then they could maybe change the subject.

Cas appears with a mug of coffee in his hand. “Fucking finally the boss graces us with his presence.”

Dean can’t help but roll his eyes again, and thinks that he really needs a fucking drink but instead of drinking, he thinks that he can maybe distract himself with work, “So, what’s on the schedule? When does the cargo arrive?”

He watches Cas blow at the coffee before the man takes a sip and swallows, “2AM, you’re in?”

“Why shouldn’t I be in?” Dean asks, a little hurt, a lot offended.

“Well, last time you drank yourself into a coma.” Cas shrugs and Dean couldn’t help but notice Sam’s side eyes.

Yeah, that might have been true. He’s under a lot of pressure since there’s been news that Lucifer now has his own army of people who could make Dean’s life a living hell.

Lucifer was his Dad’s right hand man. Well, before Dean came back and took over, he was even running the fucking joint with Sam. He was butthurt when Dean came back and instead of going back to being just a right hand man, Lucifer decided to leave and set up something on his own. He’s since been manipulating and stealing from Dean and Dean can’t say that he’s fucking thrilled about that.

“That was one fucking time, Cas!” Dean huffs, rubbing over his scruff and darts his tongue out to wet his lips, “2AM. I’m coming with you.”

Ellen takes the cash out of the register and Y/N notices her doing that very thing a couple of times during the night. Ellen, apparently, still has some trust issues but can Y/N really blame her?

No, she really can’t. She wouldn’t trust someone who’s only been working here for four days with the money, too. She wonders what made Jo leave, thinks that it maybe has something to do with the people who frequented the bar.

Although Y/N’s only been here for four days, she’s been grabbed and groped by so many greasy fingers that she really had to teach someone a lesson for the others to stop making the same mistake. She thought that Ellen would be angry at her for causing a scene with blood spattered on the dirty wooden floor, and a patron suffering from a broken jaw, but Ellen just laughed it off and placed her hand on Y/N’s shoulder, “You’re doing great.” She said and Y/N can’t say that she wasn’t proud to hear that.

Yeah, she thinks, I can manage here. Besides, there are some really great guys and she gets so much information on the business that the Winchesters are running, even if it’s from hearsay.

It’s almost 4AM and the Roadhouse is empty with only Ash who’s laying passed out on the pool table. The sight’s not unusual, though. He’s done that four nights in a row now and Y/N thinks that it might be his MO. I’ll wake him up when I’m finished, she thinks and continues to fill the bucket to sweep the floor.

She’s in the middle of sweeping in the corner of the bar — where it strangely stinks of piss — when she hears the door opening and closing. She stops to sweep mid-motion and tilts her head to the door, her mind already thinking about how she could fend off the attacker, because, let’s be real, nothing good happens after 4AM, right? The broom in her hand can be a deadly weapon and she grips onto it a little tighter.

Breathing out a relief, she smiles when she sees that she doesn’t really have to fend for her life. “We’re closed.” She says simply.

Dean runs his hand through his hair and sighs, he rubs over his jaw and opens his mouth to say something but he doesn’t. Instead, he looks around and walks behind the bar to retrieve a bottle of whiskey out of the pantry. She didn’t even know Ellen kept any whiskey there.

Dean takes a tumbler from the top shelf and looks back at her, “I just need a drink.”

Y/N stops sweeping and looks at him puzzled. She watches as he pours himself a finger and tips the glass back, downing the shot in one go. He shakes his head at the burn and sets the glass down to fill it some more.

She abandons the cleaning, takes a couple of steps towards the bar and Dean raises his eyebrows in question when she approaches. He grins suddenly, bright and wide, and turns around to get another glass, “Come on, drink with me.”

“I’m working,” She says and is a little embarrassed at how it might have sounded. But the fact is, that she never drinks when she’s working, and she isn’t really keen on changing that, even if she’s undercover.

Dean chuckles lightly, “You’re really a good girl, aren’t you?” He says with a smirk, and she doesn’t know if he’s making fun of her but the look he gives her doesn’t seem like he’s joking. It’s more like some kind of statement. A fact. And also, it’s true.

He waits for her signal, the bottle tipped to the glass, waiting to somehow hear an ‘okay’ before he would pour it but he doesn’t press any further. The grin is still on his face, like he knows that she’ll say ‘yes’ and she hates him for knowing it. Hates, how he can read her mind.

Dean winks at her before he pours it and she takes the glass as he laughs. It’s loud, sharp, his deep voice drumming in the silence of the bar. He walks out from behind the counter and sits on the bar stool. The same one he sat in earlier.

“Cheers,” He says and clinked his glass to hers.

“Cheers,” She echoes him, and takes a sip of the brown liquid, shakes her head and squints her eyes through the burn which made Dean laugh out loud.

“I’m sorry,” Dean says then, “For bursting in. Didn’t know where else I should go, and I needed a drink.”

She hops from the stool and takes another sip before she walks back to her broom, “That’s alright. I just need to finish so I can go home. Guess Ellen doesn’t mind you’re here?”

“Well, I don’t know,” Dean shrugs, stands up and takes off his jacket, “Where is she anyway?”

“Counting money in the back. Told me to close up.”

They had been stood up. Cas and him were waiting but the driver never arrived. Dean guesses that something has happened. Maybe Lucifer got wind. Someone has got some fucking explaining to do, because Dean’s sure that there’s a fucking rat amongst his men. And he hates that, hates being played. He’s the one who does the playing, and it should never be the other way around.

He let Cas track the vehicle with GPS and thought that he needed a goddamn drink to deal with all this.

Before Dean even knew where he’s going, he was driving towards the Roadhouse and he doesn’t even know if it was still open, doesn’t know if she’d still be there, but he just needs fucking something to get him over the bad night. Something to calm his fucking nerves.

He ignored the Closed sign on the door, was damn happy that the door was still unlocked and when he stepped in, he thought that he made a mistake but he couldn’t back out now. She’d already seen him. So, forward he went. Even though he knew that he was making a fool out of himself.

Dean ignored her at first, ignored the beating of his heart when he heard her voice and went straight for the pantry.

And now he’s here, taking off his jacket and tie and rolling back his sleeves because he’s holding her back from work and the least he can do is lending her a hand.

She’s a good girl, he can see. Wonders if she’s ever done anything illegal, wonders if she’d be appalled knowing he’s done something illegal — still does, every fucking day. And he really wonders how a good fucking girl ends up here at the Roadhouse.

He walks over to her, holding a hand out and she’s reluctant at first but then hands the broom over to him with a shy smile on her face.

“Where were you? That corner there?” Dean is pointing his chin to a corner and walks over, the stench of piss penetrates his nostrils the closer he gets, “Woah, tell Ellen to do something about it. Build another fucking toilet or something!”

He hears her giggle behind him as he scrubs away at the floor, thinking that it’s a fucking beautiful sound.

Y/N wonders why Dean does it. A man with his power, with his money, is cleaning off piss from the floor of a dingy bar. She can’t help but giggle at the image in front of her.

Standing back, she watches, watches his muscled backside moving, watches the tense in his forearm. Watches the firm ass in his dress pants, and she feels blood rushing up to her cheeks.

Fuck. She should not be thinking that about someone she’s paid to get close to. Because after all, that’s the truth and her real job. She’s paid to find out more about him. And somehow, she thinks, she might find out more about Dean than she sets herself out to. If he’d let her, that is. But right now, she thinks that she’s doing quite alright.

When Dean finishes, his face beams with pride. “So, can we get back to that drink?” He asks, when she takes the bucket from him and rolls it towards the sink attached to the bar.

She lifts it up and empties the dirty water into it while Dean sits back on his bar stool and watches her with some kind of admiration. Why? Did he really think that she couldn’t lift a fucking bucket of water? It’s not that hard. She went through worse in training.

Y/N wipes at the counter afterwards, sipping away at her drink while Dean pours himself another. It’s his..what? Fifth? Sixth? Not that she’s counting or anything, but he should really not be doing any driving in the near future.

When she finishes wiping down the counter top, she washes her hand, and she steps back behind the counter opposite of Dean.

“You should really drink up so I can go home and shower the stink of the night off me,” She’s feeling a bit woozy in the head, the whiskey clearly fucked up her brain because how else could she explain what she just said. She’s normally not the one to reveal too much, but also she’s usually not the one who drinks, so there’s that. Normally she’d have a beer or a glass of wine in the span of an hour or so, her body can take that, but not whiskey. She’s not made for drinking too much alcohol, she guesses.

“Now that’s an image that I’ll never get out of my head,” He says easy, his eyes looking straight at her and there’s a smirk.

He teases her, she thinks, right?

“I take it, it’s my cue to go,” He clears his throat, tips the glass to his lips and throws his head back. His Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, and she bites down on her bottom lip, thinks how nice his throat looks.

Ugh.

“I’m sorry but I’m really tired,” She apologizes and Dean waves her off.

“It’s my fault. I kept you from going home. So,” He says, putting his jacket back on, “Say, do you want to wake up Ash or shall I?”

“Shit, Ash.”

“Let me,” Dean smiles, walking back behind the bar and takes a pint from the stack, fills it at the tap with cold water. He sticks his tongue out, resting it at the corner of his lips while he laughs to himself and she thinks that it’s fucking cute, even though she should not be thinking that. At all.

Dean winks before he walks over to the pool table, “Fire! Fire!” Dean yells, his voice rough and loud as he empties the pint on Ash’s face, making the other man jolt up with a scream.

They were both laughing and Dean tips his head back, his hand hugging his belly.

“What the fuck, Dean!” Ash is heard saying as he hops off the table, “Y/N! You let him do that to me? Really? And I really liked you!”

“I’m sorry!” She says, still laughing hard.

Dean grabs Ash around his shoulders and walks him to the back of the bar, where Ash has a room. “Let’s get you to bed, buddy. And hey, I need you to get back to Cas as soon as you’re sober, alright?” Dean winks at her before setting the glass back on the counter and continues to walk Ash to the back door. “Good night!” He yells before Ash mumbled some curse words and Dean returns back to the bar counter.

So, Ash is working for him too? She wonders what he’s doing. She should be able to find a night where Ash’s passed out so she could sneak into his room.

Dean walks to the exit and holds the door open, looking back at her, “You coming?”

“What.. oh, yeah, yeah.” She loses her apron, grabs her bag from under the sink, switches off the light at the main switch and hurries to Dean.

He steps aside to let her lock up.

“I’ll walk you to the car,” He says and she can see that Dean has parked right at the front of the bar while she parked it way in the back.

She finds it a little amusing that he thinks that she needs to be protected. Wonders, what he would think if he knew who she really was.

“You’re not going to drive, are you?” She asks as they arrive at her car, and she can’t believe why she asked, why she even cares.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about that.” He’s grinning, amused that she’s worried.

“I mean, I could drive you, just tell me where.”

Dean huffs out a laugh, “If I tell you where I live, I’d have to kill you.”

“Oh.”

He flinches, thinking she didn’t get the joke but she did. She’s just bummed that he won’t let her find out where he really lives because that would make her stay here so much shorter, it would be over so quick and she partly doesn’t really know if she’d want that.

“I’m joking, it’s a joke, you know… if I tell you I have to kill you? You get it?” He tries to explain and she laughs, because yeah, she has to, hopes he doesn’t notice that it’s somewhat fake.

“Anyway, thanks.” She says and unlocks her car.

Dean’s still standing there. Unmoved. It’s as if he wants to say something. She waits but when Dean doesn’t make an effort of saying anything, she opens the door to her car.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” She has to hold back her grin.

“Sam, my brother, is having a party. He’s opening his own law firm and I don’t even know if you have dresses or if you’d be interested but,” Y/N can see him taking a deep breath, as if it’s really hard for him to say those things, “I was wondering if you would want to come?”

“Uh.. I don’t know? Um...yeah, why not?”

“Great,” He smiles so bright and wide and his chest heaves, as he stands just a little straighter, “I’ll let you know the details as soon as he figures it out.”

“Like, do I really need to wear a dress?” She asks, because she hasn’t worn a dress in years and she doesn’t even know if the ones she has would still fit her.

“Don’t worry about that,” He grins and it’s that cocky grin again. Something she can’t really read. It’s as if he’s planning something but she doesn’t quite know what, “Right, I don’t wanna hold you up from your shower.”

Dean steps back, and Y/N nods as she gets into the car. He waits for her to settle, his hand on the door of her car.

“I just wanna add that you’ve brightened up my night, Y/N. Thanks for that.” There’s a smile on the corner of his lips when he closes the car door for her.

CH.04

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I been wondering how many untranslated sub stories hlitf left? And which one, that u want to be translate asap

at first i was just going to answer this as “a lot”, but i was curious and really decided to count the actual number. and the answer is A LOT. 129 untranslated substories to be exact!! (128 when ayumu’s episode 0 comes out). i also didn’t count “discontinued stories” or reward stories (the ones you can only get if you met campaign requirements) or repackaged stories (there’s a substory which is just the text version of goto/kaga/shinonome’s voiced stories, and another 5 which are just goto/kaga/shinonome’s voiced stories split by chapter rather than character. i also didn’t check koi cafe.

there are so many that i want to be translated!! but let me list a few of the ones i want the most:

all of the 勘違い ♡ BABY stories, also bc the SP (bodyguards) appear in these stories~

in kaga’s one, you go on a diet cause he squished your stomach and said it was soft while he was sleeping lol and also bc ayumu is compiling photos for something like a yearbook (graduation album) and saw you about to eat a doughnut and told you that the camera adds 10lbs. because you go on a soy-heavy diet, your period isn’t arriving and you go see an obgyn as recommended by riko. in the hospital, you bump into katsuragi!! anyway you left your phone in the obgyn department and get called to retrieve it on the loudspeaker so katsuragi and shinonome hear it and assume you’re pregnant. you tell shinonome to keep it a secret and then he blackmails you into helping him with the grad album and kaga gets annoyed since you’re listening to someone other than your master. when he finds out that you went to the hospital to see an obgyn he’s just... SO SOFT AND CARING???????? he makes you lie down and sleep and he makes you so much food and is relieved that your complexion is back to normal and when you tell him the reason you started dieting he APOLOGISES ALSKDJFLAS. one of the options to respond to his apology is asking him if he has a fever lol. another option is telling him to stop (apologising) and be mean like he usually is and then he’s like are you a masochist lmao.

anyway he tells you that if you really are pregnant, don’t hide it next time since “it’s OUR problem” and not just yours. he also says that not speaking up might harm you and that he doesn’t intend for your relationship to be loose/casual (meaning he’s serious about being with you). HELP I LOVE KAGA.

afterwards, katsuragi is in the instructor’s room to do something and then he thinks you’re pregnant so he gives you a congratulatory bouquet from your team and ayumu literally loses it.

I LOVE THIS STORY SO MUCH i can’t WAIT until it’s translated!! you all know i love soft/caring kaga the most and getting that + pregnancy misunderstanding + katsuragi + ayumu being a brat all in one story? *chefs kiss* incredible. i read this story on sato’s room, my favourite jp blog for hlitf content.

in goto’s one, where you go to a drinking party with naruko but it turns out to be a group date (goukon). sora and kurosawa make an appearance (naturally!!)

kaiji makes an appearance in ishigami’s route in which you go to his place to retrieve some documents for him and find lipstick and a lingering scent at his place after he cancels a date because he’s busy with work...

shinonome’s one is the one i’ve briefly mentioned before where his mc ends up with a porn dvd by accident. ayumu also gets jealous of mizuki in it (since his mc in particular just loves mizuki and is starstruck every time she sees him lol, the same thing happens in one of his vip room chapters too )

soma’s route is the one i also posted about recently where you have a matchmaking meeting with subaru. i’ve mentioned this like 5 times before but i literally am dying to see subaru/soma dynamics since subaru is usually so alpha male but soma was his mentor and senpai and trained him in criminal affairs and he really respects him, so i’m desperate to see them interact particularly in a competitive(?) setting.

there’s another substory i want which is just for kaga and soma called ふれない夜を過ごすとき (when you spend a night without touching). the common factor in both stories is that mc turns down kaga and soma’s advances in bed (because of different story-related reasons) and it results in a ‘cold’ night where they just go to sleep. it’s so appropriate for these two considering they’re the most sexual/physical in the whole title.

in this substory, voltage alternates between your pov and his pov for each chapter which i think is so interesting. i also love seeing both instructors being so ANXIOUS? about being turned down, since it never happens. and they’re so accepting of your rejection but so worried and hurt asdlkfs i love it. seeing soma being rattled for once is an incredible feeling lmao. and also seeing the third chapter from his perspective is so cool because you really get to see him put his detective skills to use when it comes to gathering information.

a fun detail in kaga’s route is that at the beginning you watch a film together called “ 私の名は” (obviously meant to be playing on “your name” kimi no na wa) haha. by the way, this is also the substory where we meet akane (who you may have seen in kaga vip room stories and ss3). i’m not going to spoil who akane actually is but let’s just say it was totally unexpected...

aside from these two i want:

入捜査は蜜の味 which is a substory about going on undercover mission with your man. by the way, in this substory, kosugi from my sweet bodyguard is already a famous actress whose shows sell out in under a minute.

離れるの禁止！－手錠で１日独り占め♡ー a substory just for kaga, goto and shinonome where you end up handcuffed to your instructor for a day

私を見つけて☆王子様 an AU substory with kaga, shinonome and namba routes since they won places in the 2015 election. the concept is like a cinderella x tanabata situation and it’s honestly HYSTERICAL.

in the kaga ver, shinonome and soma are your evil stepbrother and stepfather respectively and you can only see kaga once a year. you met him in town last year and you spent a day (and night ;)) together and now you want to go to the ball this year. goto and kurosawa are your wizards (fairy godmothers) and their sprites wear giant witch hats with their regular suits. it’s literally so funny. ishigami is kaga’s butler and honestly, he is such a claude lmao. kurosawa reappears disguised as a prince and tries to get you to dance with him and prince hyogo literally tosses him out of the way and calls him nouveau riche ;alskfdjls. anyway he does the whole “i don’t care about your status” thing and wants to be with you. turns out it was a dream the whole time and you tell kaga about it and he’s like i don’t want that fucking megane to be my butler lmaooo (amongst other cute things that he says)

in the namba ver., kaga and shinonome are your stepbrothers A and B. they’re bullying you as usual and then prince namba shows up. i love how kaga is prince hyogo but namba is just prince namba. he whisks you away to a bar somewhere after joking that you don’t have sex appeal because you’re <30 year old and then butler ishigami comes to get him lol. prince namba tells you to grow a little next time you meet and then ishigami is like stop it with the harrassment, you are already being complained about by princesses from neighbouring countries lmaoooo. anyway you get grounded by stepbrothers kaga and shinonome and your evil stepfather soma and made to stay indoors and do chores for the rest of your life while they go to the tanabata ball. wizard goto appears and he’s SHY LOL and he uses his magic to dress you up and whisk you to the ball, where you see prince namba again. you’re about to kiss and then the bell rings and you flee before the date changes (since wizard goto’s magic only works on july 7 lol). literally an entire year passes and you wish to see prince namba at the ball again and wizard goto shows up to grant your wish. however, your evil stepfamily burst in and tie you and wizard goto up because they knew you used magic to go to the ball last year hahahahahhaa. you somehow escape and ride goto’s horse to the ball and namba sees you cause your horse is like screaming/making some really weird noise. he brings you inside and has a whole bunch of gowns and accessories laid out and is like “this old man doesn’t know what kids like so just pick whatever”. you get all dolled up and he tells you he’s impressed by how mature you look and that he was waiting for you and long story short he takes you on a garden stroll and gets on his knees and asks you to be with him forever. naturally, it’s a dream and you wake up in the reference room where you chat a bit with namba and then you end up going for ramen but this is before namba ms2 probably so you aren’t together yet and you lament that he just sees you as a trainee.

i can’t find a copy of shinonome’s ver online and i spent all my money on intl voltage so sadly i can’t summarise it but i bet it’s equally ridiculous and funny.

カクテルグラスに愛をのせて a really cute set of substories featuring ishigami, namba and soma which are all about “cocktail language” (as in cocktails having different meanings). i want soma’s one to be translated so badly so i can see dumbass mc being fooled over and over and over again by everyone’s lies and then soma ultimately being SO cute~

彼が野生動物だった件 this one is basically about you and your man not being able to touch each other because you need to hide your relationship from tsugaru’s surveillance - but when it’s over, you get devoured by your frustrated boyfriend...

カレが妬くと大変なことになりまs aka all of those rival jealousy stories. naturally i’m most desperate for soma v shinonome. also, the first of these stories to come out (a while before any of the other ones) was kaga vs tsugaru, so i thought haha they replaced the “す” with “s” for sadist. they kept the titling like this for every single rival pair (namba v kurosawa, ishigami v goto, soma v shinonome) and i was like oh that does undermine it... but then i realised that as tsugaru once said, their entire department is full of sadists and public safety division should be renamed to SM division so~

aside from all of those, i want all the anniversary stories as well with their accompanying CGs and/or manga!!

ahh... there’s also the 2/365 birthday story (which is where ishigami gifts you the matching watch btw) which is literally just everyone spoiling you and it’s so cute. anyway if i don’t stop this now i will keep going on and on and on but basically every single hlitf substory is AMAZING? i hope they release the untranslated summer ones soon too as summer is coming up!

ETA: I FORGOT TO MENTION I ALSO WANT THIS WHOLE SET: 逆転バレンタイン- 恋人は専属補佐官 which is a valentine special where basically the roles are reversed and you are the instructor and he is your exclusive aide~

and i want the entire kare kiss set as well because you know how much i love a jealousy plot ;)

EDIT 2: I ALSO FORGOT TO MENTION 加賀兵吾の再調教 if only just for this one image

and this formalwear sprite

and also just the drama of you being locked in a cage barely conscious for days while kaga has to pretend to sell you to a perverted millionaire

by the way, the heart necklace you’re wearing in the cg is something that kaga gave in one of his main routes iirc and he literally tramples on it in this special... the DRAMA

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