Warnings: None, really, there's a hint at something mildly sexual but only if you squint really hard.
Plot: Reader has a crush on Crosshair. Crosshair is an ass.
You hated Crosshair.
Well...not really hate. To be completely honest, you had the biggest crush on the quiet sniper. You weren't sure why, but it was something about his cool, stoic demeanor that pulled you in.
But damn. He was a pain in the ass sometimes.
Like right now.
"I had that shot!" Crosshair almost yelled at you, his lithe and lean form looming over you. His eyes were on fire with a deep set rage that you had stoked.
Despite his intimidating stance, you refused to back down. Seething at the clone, you jabbed your finger into his chest. "You asshole! You know we're not supposed to kill anyone in this mission! If you had shot them, you would've alerted the entire village."
His hand snatched your wrist and squeezed. "If I had taken that shot," he hissed, leaning down close to your face. "This mission would have been over already."
"Actually," Tech chimed in at this point. He didn't seem to notice the pointed glares both you and Crosshair shot him for interrupting. "There was a guard around the corner. If Crosshair had shot the target, we would have been caught."
You smirked. Wrenching your wrist out of Crosshair's grasp, you shot him a sneer. You were right. You loved it when you were right.
A muscle in his jaw twitched, but he didn't say anything else, deciding to put his effort into sulking instead.
More than an hour passed of this tense silence before Hunter, Wrecker, and Echo came back with the target properly tied up and cuffed.
"Let's go, boys," Hunter said, as he and Tech took control of the ship.
For the rest of the week, you and Crosshair avoided each other. It didn't go unnoticed by the other members of the Bad Batch.
That's when a secret plan was formed.
Two missions later and the team was on a wintery planet. The mission was to destroy an Imperial base and possibly rescue any captives.
"Crosshair, you're going to stay here with her," Hunter said after the end of the mission briefing. "We need someone to watch the ship."
"Stay here?" You cringed when he hissed out the words like they were poison on his silvery tongue. He looked like he'd been slapped across the face with a mallet.
"Don't worry, Crow," you chimed in, rolling around in your chair to look at him. "I'll make sure to stay out of your way. You don't see or hide of me until they return."
Maybe he just hated your presence that much, but he almost looked relieved. Were you that much of a burden to him? And if you a burden to the low-key clone...were you a burden to the others as well? Shaking your head, you looked up at Hunter and gave him a small smile. "Don't worry about us, we've got it covered."
Hunter narrowed his eyes at you, then nodded. "Good. Let's head out, men."
You sighed, leaning against the chair as you watched them all walk out one by one. Man...you loved to watch them. Hunter, with his broad shoulders and lean hips. The first time you had ever seen him, you had been memorized by the sway of them as he walked with confidence. Tech, with his slightly hunched walk, had almost fooled you at first but you had soon realized he was more than capable of carrying his own weight. Beneath those blacks were sinew and rolling cords of muscle. Lean, but fierce. Wrecker, too. Beefy, bulky, Wrecker. Despite how hard he looked, you had learnt that he was as soft as a marshmallow. The perfect cuddle buddy. Echo...he was part machine and man. You would think he would lose his physique but oh how you were wrong. You had seen him catch Omega when she jumped into his arms.
It wasn't until Crosshair cleared his throat that you realized you had practically been staring at Hunter's ass as he walked away.
Blinking, your gaze pulled up to Crosshair's, cheeks turning a light shade of pink out of embarrassment.
His upper lip curled back into a disgusted sneer. "See something you like?"
Oh Maker, help you and keep you sane. Despite your crush, sometimes you just wanted to break Crosshair's pretty face. You were done with his attitude. Jaw ticking, you slowly rose up out of your chair and squared up to the tall sniper. Just a couple inches shorter than him, you still had to slightly tilt your chin up to meet his eyes.
"If you weren't such a prickly cactus all the time, maybe it would be your ass I was staring at," you said, not quite caring anymore. "But no. Every time I turn in this damn ship, you're ripping me a new one about one thing or another. I liked you, Cross. I wanted your approval. But nothing I do seems to change your mind about me! I'm done, asshole. I'll stay out of your way and you won't have to deal with me again, all right? Great, perfect, don't talk to me or even look at me."
You had turned away, getting ready to stalk off to the other side of the ship.
Crosshair had, rightfully so, been caught off guard by your sudden change in demeanor (judging by the wide eyed look he gave you), but he quickly recovered and smirked.
"I could give you several things to look at, sweetheart," he crooned before his tone took on a bitter flavor. "If you weren't such a blasted fool."
What. What did he call you? Anger trickled up your spine. You saw red. Whipping around, you opened your mouth to yell at him--
But stopped short when he was right there in your space, chest brushing against yours, amber eyes melting your soul. O-oh. He seemed to notice the effect he had on you, watching as the anger ebbed into excitement and maybe a dash of embarrassment. His tongue ran along his teeth, lips or pulling up into a wolfish smirk. Gloved fngers brushed down your arm and you shivered at the contact. He hummed, pulling the toothpick out of his mouth.
"If you had been trying to get my attention, doll, all you had to do was say something."
Headcanon Time | Bell, Stitch, Naga: Dazzling Angels of Perseus
Hear me out, but I think Bell, Stitch, and Naga used to be a deadly yet chaotic trio back in their Perseus days.
Since Stitch and Naga's height weren't explicitly stated, I'll just also make headcanons of their heights here. Vikhor seemed like a tall, macho, and beefy man so he'll be about 6'2 as he just looked like he's about that height from what I see in his in-game model and cinematic. As for Kapano, I know some of you guys might protest but I headcanon him as around 5'9-5'10 since Laos is known as one of the countries with the shortest average height and I thought it'll fit if he's on the shorter side. But if his in-game model is tall, don't mind that.
We all know that Bell served for Perseus before MK-Ultra and I feel like they're the closest with Stitch and Naga as they got along with the two of them quite well, unlike with Arash as it's obvious that he had animosity for Bell.
From what we've seen, Perseus mostly referred to you as "Comrade" because you were his closest associate and I think it's way more than just you being his right hand man. When Bell signed up to join his team, they trusted Perseus with their bio and requested that they don't want to be referred with their real name. What I meant was that you only wanted to be referred with a codename or just "Comrade" to protect your identity.
Because of that, everyone mostly called them with the names above and Perseus had an intel file of Bell's full biography, including their real name. Yes, some of the members thought they were weird for wanting to be called like that but they soon understood that Bell wanted to protect their identity with it and the ski mask they almost always wore when they go on missions.
Bell's relationship with the rest of the team is pretty neutral, that means they had no animosity but also they're not that close to them. Most of the time, Perseus acts kind towards them and that was one thing everyone's jealous of, especially Arash who soon betrayed Bell and left them for dead.
But out of them all, they were the most close with none other than...
Vikhor Kuzmin and Kapano Vang, also known as Stitch and Naga respectively.
Why is Bell so close with them? It's a long story, but I feel like Bell trusted them the most out of the team members and they found themselves the most close with Stitch. Based of the Season 2 cinematic, it seemed like Stitch and Naga had some sort of a friendship as they both served for Perseus. I then thought it'll be a great idea if Bell and these two used to be a deadly trio before Arash (and Adler) ruined it all.
We mostly know that Stitch was a tough and fearless man who never hesitated to follow orders and be violent, and his grudge of Adler fueled it even further. For me, Vikhor will NEVER show his soft and sensible side to others, except for Bell as they trusted each other back when they weren't brainwashed. As you saw in the cinematic, Stitch held a deep grudge for Adler because he gouged out his eye and he wanted to make the blondie pay for what he did so bad, he often vent out his frustrations publicly.
Bell knew that Stitch is deep inside, feeling very down and one day they comforted him by having a meaningful talk together. Stitch felt that Bell is someone he should trust and that they formed a bond together. And *cough cough* bonus points if you headcanon your Bell as female because Fem!Bell and Stitch really had some sexual tension going on, usually during trainings when you two get fiercely competitive and end up pinning down one of you. You may think that Stitch is just a mindless brute, but he's secretly quite intelligent as he basically graduated from the Faculty of Technology of Organic Substances and Pharmaceutical Chemistry of the Mendeleev Institute of Chemical Technology in Moscow.
Other than him, Bell was also close with Naga because he was known to be an infamous drug cartel boss who helped Perseus ship the Nova 6 gas worldwide. They thought he was one helpful little buddy and so Bell became fast friends with him, and he's quite fun to hang out with despite his usually cocky and snarky attitude. On the other hand, Kapano and Vikhor didn't get along that well because of their clash in personalities but you thought their often rocky relationship was a hilarious one to watch.
Thanks to Naga's hotheaded personality, he tends to get pissed at little things so he and Stitch always had arguments in a daily basis. Insults and swear words were often thrown at each other but Bell knew for sure that it's mostly a playful one since the insults weren't meant to be taken seriously. For Bell, they thought their relationship together was just like a married couple that always argue at simple things and sometimes they would intervene the fight to avoid making things worse. ;)
While on missions, Bell took the spot as the leader because they were Perseus' right hand man and he trusted them to be one as he had faith in you for being such a good comrade. The three of you were unstoppable to the point Perseus referred to their team as his protective angels, much to Naga's approval because he loved the nickname.
So... he'd often brag about the trio being the "Terrible Trio of Doom", much to Stitch's dismay and Bell would either laugh at Naga's attempt at being the comic relief or tell him to be quiet. It's also not uncommon for Kapano to say sassy one-liners before finishing enemies or when he's prepared to attack. Unlike Naga, Stitch isn't that humorous so he's mostly serious during missions and would obey your orders without hesitation.
Though it's a shame that the close bond abruptly ended after Arash betrayed Bell and then, Adler came in and brainwashed them to be the CIA's only key to Perseus....
Triggers: Cursing, Fingering, Oral (male receiving), Hand Job, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Abandonment Anxiety. Please let me know if I missed any!!
You couldn't believe the news that was just given to you by your Squad leader, Hunter. Crosshair has betrayed all of you without blinking an eye at what this could do to every single one of you. Especially you... Crosshair was your everything. You didn't anticipate what this Clone would mean to you when you joined... or rather, was drafted into assisting Clone Force 99. You were a gifted healer and medic. That was just what the Bad Batch needed,
"What do you mean, Cross is gone?" you sputtered, leaning on the wall for support. The news hit you like a punch to the face, "I-I knew he was acting strange lately, but... he's gone? He joined the Empire?"
Echo, who was standing behind Hunter as he broke the news, stepped forward and laid his intact hand on your shoulder, "We're sorry, (Y/N), but there's nothing we can do about it. We've been marked as traitors, and Crosshair will do anything he can to either turn us in or bring in our heads as proof that we aren't a problem."
"That's some bullshit, Echo!" you shouted, shoving past the group you've called a family for many rotations, "I will bring him back to us. Crosshair wouldn't hurt any of us!"
Last thing you saw was Wrecker's extended hand, but Hunter slowly pushing it back down. You were happy your Squad leader understood the significance of Crosshair's betrayal, especially to you. Crosshair and yourself had instantly clicked when you joined as a medic. He would constantly try and make you smile, which according to Hunter, was very unlike him. You knew, from that moment, Crosshair would be the man you spent the rest of your life with. The Empire won't get in the way of that.
Wiping your tears away, you stumbled to your barracks of the ship, and typed a few codes in on your com. The others were still outside, repairing a part of the ship and doing whatever they do best, so you had enough time to try and contact your lost lover,
"C-Crosshair?" you whispered as you finished typing in his code, "Crosshair, please. It's (Y/N)."
The line was dead. You almost suspected as much. Given what the other Clones claimed about Crosshair, this didn't surprise you, but it made you overall more sad. He could be out of range, or even dead. You didn't want to think about the endless possibilities that could be happening to Crosshair at this moment.
Right as you were about to give up, the com began buzzing, almost like static from an old data pad, "(Y/... (Y/...N)?" the com choked out as it was trying to connect to the other line, "Is that r...really you?"
"Jesus, Crosshair!" you sputtered out, the tears falling yet again at the mere sound of his voice, "Baby, are you okay?"
Crosshair didn't immediately reply. You pondered if it was because you too had been marked a traitor, and he was contemplating turning you in or tracking down your coordinates for his Imperial buddies, "(Y/N). I'm not gonna make this long. I...I can't afford to make it long. I need to see y...you. I need to feel you again. I need you to be apart of me with our glor...glorious new Empire. We could do so many g...good things for the galaxy." The com wouldn't stop sputtering out your lover's replies, but you got the gist. Crosshair wants you to abandon the Bad Batch and join a cause that you don't even believe in.
"Why can't we just run away with each other instead of being dedicated to something we don't understand?" you whispered, afraid your friends would hear the conversation, "We could leave the war behind us and start a family. I love you, Crosshair, but I just can't fight for the Empire after what they did to... what they did to the Jedi."
Although you were a mere medic, you'd encountered the illusive Jedi Knights many times in your career. The ones you remember most vividly is Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and Master Skywalker. Both were increasingly nice and accepting of your dysfunctional battalion.
Crosshair hesitated. You'd learned about the inhibitor chip that was planted in each of your friend's heads thanks to the newest member of the squad; Omega. You knew Crosshair was fighting so hard despite the chip just to talk to you. He meant the world to you, and if his chip outweighed his feelings, you'd join the Empire for his sake; nothing more and nothing less, "I am in the Outer Rim," he finally choked out, "I assume you're nearby because our coms connected. I will meet you halfway, then we can talk about this."
You hesitated, just like he did, and peered behind your shoulder towards the entrance of your bunk. You had the sneaking suspicion that someone was listening to yours and Crosshair's conversation, and not to mention, you had no way to get to Crosshair's location without a ship of your own,
"Tell me where you are. I'll make a way to get to you," you whispered, just wishing you could hear more of his beautiful voice.
"I'll send you my coordinates, darling," he replied, then stayed silent for a second. He was sending the codes to you, which required immense concentration, thanks to our distance, "Hurry please, I need to hold you in m...my arms again."
Your eyes filled up with tears once again as you listened to Crosshair's sweet words. He was such a charmer to you compared to other individuals. That's what made you know he was only interested in you. Before you could open your mouth in reply, someone behind you cleared their throat, causing you to jump from your skin. You clicked off the call immediately, turning around to greet your unknown guest,
"Uh, hey (Y/N)," the voice of Wrecker entered your ears, "Was that... was that Cross?"
You gulped and turned your gaze towards the floor, "Wrecker, please don't tell Hunter. I know I jeopardized the safety of the team, but I need to know he's okay."
Wrecker shifted from one leg to the other, and then nodded, "Ugh, alright. I won't tell just because I wanted to know if he was safe too..."
You laid your hand appreciatively on the large man's shoulder, "Thank you. I plan on visiting him now. Maybe bring him back to us."
"I heard, yeah," the large Clone replied, glancing behind him to see if anyone was listening, "I want to help, (Y/N). What can I do?"
Your heart skipped a beat at Wrecker's offer; a smile floating to your lips, "We have to convince Hunter that going to Crosshair's coordinates is very important without revealing the truth. He’d never agree if he knew.”
"Restock mission?" the large Clone suggested, glancing over the com which held your lover's location; frowning, "What's he doing on Raxus?"
You shrugged and placed your com back in your pocket, "Frankly, I don't give a damn on why he's there. He's alive and I can hold him in my arms once again. Come up with whatever excuse you think of— please, Wrecker."
The large man nodded his head in understanding; turning around and heading back out to confront his squad. It took a lot of courage to deceive one as close to Wrecker as Hunter is, but you understood why he was just as loyal to Crosshair as he was to Hunter. He’s their brother—— both of their brothers. Wrecker was a good friend to you, that’s for sure.
You tried to not make it obvious, but you would admit you were keen on eavesdropping on the group to see if Wrecker’s plan would work. You had hope. You pressed your ear against the tinted window in your quarters, and began listening intently to the Bad Batch’s conversation that would determine if you’d see your lover once again, or would be stuck on this shitty planet with no hand to hold,
‘Wrecker, why are you suggesting we make a supply run to Raxus?’ Hunter questioned, his voice dimmed out through the wall of the ship, ‘That’s halfway across the galaxy. We could easily find the stuff we need here.’
‘That’s not the point,’ the large Bad Batch Clone commented while scratching the back of his head nervously, ‘I saw some Clones patrolling. It would be bad for all of us if we stayed here.’
You mentally cheered at Wrecker’s excuse. It was smart and doable. Hunter was sure to believe the story, especially since he was keen on keeping our newest member of the squad, Omega, safe and away from harm. Omega was the only recorded female Clone in the galaxy. She was perfect for your little squad, hence why she’s one of you now.
‘We don’t have much fuel left, Hunter,’ Tech commented while pushing his goggles up more securely on his face. You didn’t catch the rest of the conversation because the group had left earshot to get onboard the Havoc Marauder.
You quickly abandoned your bunk to go and meet your squad. Despite your excitement about seeing Crosshair again, you emphasized the same part you played during the last time you saw the boys,
“So... what’s the plan?” you questioned, crossing your arms over your chest, “Since we’re abandoning Crosshair. I’m so disappointing that we aren’t even gonna go look for him.”
You could tell immediately that Hunter was beginning to get annoyed by your constant prodding and poking at the sensitive Crosshair topic, “(Y/N), we want to look for Crosshair, I really hope you know that. But, we have a whole Empire looking for us. We will be executed as traitors if we are found. Crosshair is important, but all of us will die if we find him. We need to wait it out.”
That wasn’t a good enough answer for you, but you knew better than to argue against Hunter’s wishes. It would be stupid. You just plopped yourself into one of the cockpit seats and waited for hyperspace. Although your face portrayed depressed or even anxiety-ridden over Crosshair’s abandonment, on the inside, you were giddy and excited about yours and Wrecker’s little secret.
“(Y/N), can I speak with you for a moment?” the voice of Omega began, filling your ears with her chipper little voice. Only this time, her voice didn’t have the usual pep in it. She was upset.
“Sure, kid,” you replied, using your feet to spin around and look at the young squad member, “What’s up?”
Omega began by twiddling her thumbs at the sound of your reply. You were no Jedi, but you could sense something was bothering the young child, “I... I know you miss Crosshair. We all do, but please don’t do anything too rash. We lost one of us, but that doesn’t mean we have to lose all of us.”
Manger twinged through your body like a fast-moving venom. What did Omega know? She’s just a kid, and the fact that she’d just dismiss the severity of Crosshair’s absence like that pissed you off. Badly, “Omega, get out of here,” you whispered through clenched teeth, “I don’t want to talk about Crosshair, okay?”
Your words cut the young Clone like a hot knife to butter, but you didn’t care. Crosshair was your EVERYTHING, and the fact that his own sister would abandon the thought of finding him because of the situation was overwhelming. You and Wrecker seemed to be the only ones to be concerned about Crosshair,
“I... I understand, (Y/N). I’m sorry for intruding,” she whispered; her footsteps becoming only a memory as she left the cockpit. Your breathing slowed, and finally, you re-entered the state you began in; calm and excited to see your lover once more. You couldn’t wait to feel his chapped lips on yours and of course, his strangely-soft hands. You always thought Crosshair’s hands should be rough and course because of his work, but they’re actually not. You loved when he would nonchalantly rub his soft hands all over your body. Your thighs, your stomach...
“Uhh, you with us, (Y/N)?” the voice of Echo questioned. As you focused on him, your cheeks turned red and you immediately swiveled the chair away from his eyesight. You had zoned out... thinking about what Crosshair was gonna do to you the second you reunite, “Heh, never mind. Seems you’re too busy right now.”
“Shut the fuck up, Echo,” you squealed, smirking, and pushed his shoulder, “What do you want.”
“Just wanted to let you know we are going to Raxus. Wrecker saw some Clones, and we do need to refuel and restock supplies. Raxus seems as abandoned as it can be,” the old ARC trooper commented while falling into his seat, “We should hit hyperdrive in moments.”
Your heart jumped into your throat, but you forced yourself to remain calm instead of shouting with glee. Wrecker’s plan did work, but if you acted strange, it would fail,
“Thanks for letting me know,” you quietly replied while swiveling your chair back into the original position, “I’m ready when you guys are. And uh, hey Echo, by the way... I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. I was just upset.”
Echo cracked a small smile and nodded, leaving the cockpit without another word. You knew Echo already forgave you before you formally apologized. That’s just how he is... far too sweet for his own good.
You hadn’t met Echo until he was rescued by the 501st and your squad. You heard from Captain Rex that Echo was an admiral soldier and a wonderful, goofy friend. You’ve never seen beyond his hardened shell. You assumed he changed drastically due to his torture, but you never asked him about his old life. It’s none of your business regardless...
Within a few moments, Echo had returned to the cockpit with the rest of the Bad Batch. Tech got the ship up and running within a few seconds, and just like that, you were off to go and find your lost lover. Hopefully he could override the chip, and the two of you could live a life away from war. It was beginning to take a toll on you. You just wanted Crosshair, not all this conflict. The galaxy doesn’t revolve around you, however, so you sprouted some doubts about how Crosshair’ll respond to certain propositions.
It didn’t take long after the jump to reach Raxus’ orbit. The anxiety and excitement was eating you alive at this point, and you could hardly wait the small time you had to for Tech to land the Havoc Marauder. Once the ship landed, Hunter began giving everyone their jobs. Omega of course, was to stay near Hunter at all times. They would begin scouting around your temporary home. Tech was to locate fuel while Wrecker and Echo go get supplies. Of course, Echo would do the talking and Wrecker was only there as an intimidation factor; nothing else,
“What’s my job, Sarg?” you questioned while stalking off the ship.
Hunter pushed his black hair out of his eyes and peered around the ship, “Find us some reliable allies here. You’re good at earning the trust of people, so find us a cantina and get some people on our side.”
You saluted, and the Bad Batch was immediately discharged to go do their duties. You couldn’t give two shits about forming alliances. Crosshair and yourself are both on Raxus!
Racing off, you flipped your com open and began tracking his exact coordinates. He wasn’t too far actually. Of course, he would be heavily guarded by his accompanying Imperials, but you trusted your boyfriend would keep you safe if one of them spotted you first. Regardless, you didn’t care.
Wandering through the city of Raxus was easy when you didn’t look the part of a member of the Rebellion. That didn’t really have a defined look as of now, but you had a feeling your name would soon appear on bounty posters; dead or alive with promise of payment and safety thanks to our ‘new Empire.’ Fuck that,
“Hey, stop there, citizen!” a voice, similar to Echo’s, rang through the semi-silent city. You span around and immediately snapped your hands in the air, “This is a restricted area. What’s your reason for being here?”
You gulped and imagined Hunter’s face when he discovers you’ve been discovered, captured, or worst, “Take me to Commander Crosshair,” you demanded and began to lower your arms, “I am his girlfriend, and I wish to see him.”
The now-identified Clones hesitantly lowered their blasters and cocked their heads to the side in confusion at your request, “Somehow, I don’t believe that defense,” the Clone to the left commented while pulling his weapon back up, “I say we just kill her now and blame it on a weapon malfunction. We don’t have time for this.”
Your mouth fell agape at how inconsiderate this Clone was towards prisoners. Your eyes slammed shut, and you expected the warm blanket of death to overtake you... but it didn’t? Seconds passed, and it felt like long, dark hours. Hesitantly, you cracked your eyes open, and a smile formed on your lips at the sight.
Crosshair. Your Crosshair. He’s alive.
“Darling,” you mumbled, advancing forward and wrapping the Clone in a long, warm hug, “I thought I lost you.”
Crosshair’s attention, for the moment, wasn’t on you. He was currently glaring daggers at the Clone’s who’d tried taking your life, “Both of you are under arrest,” your boyfriend snapped, “I expect you’ll think twice before aiming a weapon at my girl. Now, out of my sight before I execute you myself.”
You felt whole again. Having Crosshair in your arms felt like being on a never-ending high. Once the Clones had rushed away with their tails in between their legs, you enveloped Crosshair in a long awaited kiss. Butterflies filled every part of your body.
You felt Crosshair abandon his blaster, and wrap his long arms around your body; squeezing softly, “So, how have you been in my absence?”
You giggled against his chapped lips and kissed once more, “Absolutely terrible. I missed you so much.”
“Oh yeah?” he sneered cockily, picking you up and carrying you to a musty alleyway. You wouldn’t admit it, but you knew what was coming next, and you didn’t like the idea of getting fucked on a trash can. But, you didn’t care too much. You had Crosshair back, and that’s all the mattered, “How much did you miss me?”
You smirked and allowed him to place you back down on your feet, “Terribly, Crosshair. I’ve been so lonely since you left.”
He chuckled and stroked your face with his gloved hand. Immediately without another word, he enveloped you in another kiss, then pushed you down on your knees, “I’ve missed your mouth so bad, babe,” he chuckled eying your form hungrily from above, “I’ve been forced to take things into my own hands, which isn’t half as fun as you.”
You chuckled and rubbed your thumb across his knuckles, then instantly began unzipping his blacks. You could tell Crosshair wasn’t at all hard yet, and you were determined to change that ASAP. Once his blacks were completely unzipped, out flopped his cock which you missed so much. Giggling, you wrapped your hand around the flaccid length and began slowly pumping it. Crosshair continued to smirk down below at you; popping a toothpick in between his teeth, “You feel so good, (Y/N).”
The sound of his voice combined with watching him twirl his toothpick in between his lips made you feel some kinda way. You never told Crosshair, but you found him undeniably attractive with a toothpick in his mouth. You couldn’t explain why, but you knew damn well Crosshair knew how hot he made you feel. That’s why anytime you laid with him, he’d always have one around.
Finally, Crosshair’s dick began to react to your actions; twitching at a single touch. Now it was your turn to smirk, “Oh my dear, Crosshair, you seem to be enjoying this, hmm?”
Crosshair pumped his length in his hand as you prepared yourself for his cock. You always had to prepare. He is so large,
“Shut up,” he chuckled, thumbing at the head of his dick, “I can always help with shutting you up, hmm?”
He eagerly tapped his dickhead to your lips, and instantaneously, you lapped up his length without a second thought. You forgot how large he was. It’s been a while since you both had a moment like this together. Ever since the war ended, he’d acted cold and mean. Now, he acted to be like his old self thanks to his position in the new war.
You nearly choked, but kept your composure. You didn’t want to disappoint your boyfriend. You slowly began sucking his cock; your tongue tracing the veins of his length, causing him to shutter. Removing your mouth from him, you slowly licked up his length; teasing him relentlessly. You laid your mouth atop his cock, kissing his dickhead lovingly, then resumed the previous activities of getting face-fucked. This went on for the longest time. Crosshair’s constant precum was honestly the best thing you’ve ever tasted in your life. Like the sweetest nectar. Liquid gold.
Before Crosshair could finish, he pulled himself from your mouth. It was his turn to tease,
“Crosshair~” you wined irritatedly, “What are you doing?”
He didn’t respond. He picked you up and laid you on a garbage can like you’d known he would. He then began removing your leggings; pawing at your entrance through the pants, “You’re already so wet~” he purred, exposing your pussy to the world, “Man, I’ve missed this sight.”
Before you could respond, he placed his pointer finger along your flaps; rubbing it slowly. Your toes curled at the touch. He then began pumping in and out slowly; one finger, then adding another finger to the mix. His gloves felt immaculate against your sensitive skin. He soon had his pointer and middle finger inside of you, and his thumb was rubbing against your clit, “Damn,” he moaned lowly; kissing your thighs while he worked, “You must’ve missed me a hell of a lot to be this wet.”
He was right. After the long sex-drought the two of you endured for rotations on end, you were wet at a single touch from Crosshair. You were so touch deprived, and couldn’t help your hips from bucking at his very touch. This went on for a while. Crosshair’s dick began twitching at the very sound of your sweet, soft moans, and would go down every time and give your soft clit a kiss. At every thrust from his fingers, you grew closer and closer to your orgasm. You could feel it in your gut. Crosshair knew this too, and began picking up the pace, “Cum for me, baby. Show me what you’ve been missing these last moons.”
You listened to his commands; a sharp moan echoing through the abandoned area. Within seconds, Crosshair’s entire arm was drenched with your nectar. Your boyfriend smirked and brought his hand up to his lips; licking his gloves free of your mess, “Tastes as good as ever, love.”
You were excited about what came next. With a shaky stance, you switched positions. Instead of your stomach being towards the sky, it was now pressed against the cold can below, and your ass was pointing directly at Crosshair’s swollen cock. You felt him teasing you; his cock rubbing against your folds and clit. This man knew what kinda power he had, and would happily use it,
“Cross... please,” you silently begged, your hands wrapped around the trash can handle, “I need you.”
You saw his toothpick get flicked across the alley and out in front of you. Without a word, he aligned his cock up, and pressed forward. You were so wet from before that he didn’t even bother using any lube. Bonus : he slipped so far in you that your gut filled up instantly with his length. You could see stars as he progressed; your bodies shaking in harmony as he pressed forward. The sound of the moving trash can beneath you and Cross’ weight somehow made you even more horny. The fact that someone could walk in on the both of you was orgasmic,
“C-Cross,” you sputtered, your tongue lulling out as the pleasure increased, “Faster, p-please.”
“With pleasure, my love,” the Clone whispered; his hot breath causing goosebumps to appear on your sensitive flesh.
He immediately picked up the speed; his hands intertwining with yours to keep himself steady. The feeling of his soft hands, and the slapping of his balls on your ass was a heaven for you. The only sounds that were heard in the surrounding area was slaps, groans and moans of ecstasy. You didn’t want it to end, but it was just about to.
“(Y-Y/N),” Crosshair wines, digging his teeth into your shoulder. You knew it was time, “I’m gonna-“
You cut him off, “Fuck... me too, b-babe. I’m all your-yours.”
Both of you hit your peak at the same time. You felt Crosshair’s cum lap up your insides. You couldn’t see, but you imagined it was leaking from your pussy as well. Crosshair slipped from you, and began peppering small kisses along your jawline,
“I love you,” he whispered, something you’d never heard come from his lips until now.
Smiling and wiping the sweat from your brow, you brought your lips to his and tenderly kissed him, “I love you too, Crosshair. Forever and always.”
Relationships: Mag & Peter Nureyev, Buddy Aurinko & Peter Nureyev, Peter Nureyev/Juno Steel, vague Buddy Aurinko/Vespa Ilkay
Characters: Peter Nureyev, Mag (Penumbra Podcast), Buddy Aurinko, Juno Steel, Vespa Ilkay (she's there for a tiny bit)
Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s03e21-22 & 25 Juno Steel and What Lies Beyond, Nightmares, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Listen I love Nureyev very much, and I am firmly on team "He did nothing wrong", but writing inspo strikes when it strikes
Summary: He can't physically be walking down the hallway with Mag again. Can he? No. No he can't be. Mag was dead, after all, and decided to make a brief reappearance in his dreams. That's all it was.
In which Nureyev dreams of his parental figures and others he left behind.
Fic under the cut:
"You've finally done it now, Pete."
Peter startled. He had just found a hidden corner in an alleyway in a city just like most cities in the galaxy. After days of getting as far away from the Carte Blanche and Dark Matters as he could, he finally let himself stop, breathe, and try his hardest to not think of Juno, who he has abandoned. Only soft whispers and confessions remained, and those were tainted with all of Nureyev's disappearance and all his flaws. Turns out it was a good idea to find a secluded place, because he has to be dreaming. He can't physically be walking down the hallway with Mag again. Can he? No. No he can't be. Mag was dead, after all, and was making a brief reappearance in his dreams. That's all it was.
While Nureyev was thinking over his situation, his former partner in crime stands still in front of a door. He looked towards Peter, calm as ever, and asked him to open it.
Peter did. And he regretted it right away.
The dark red light seemed to stick to every surface it touched, reminding Peter of the way blood slowly moves down a wall when splattered. The metal cylinder in the middle stretched up, high enough that not even Peter’s sharp sighted gaze could see to the top. The Reactor floated in the middle, and while the first time Peter saw it gently bobbing and full of promises, the slow up and down movement seemed menacing this time. Taunting. Waiting.
Peter was very distracted, he realized, as Mag had already made it to the center. He reached up a hand towards the Reactor, the red light of the room and the soft glow of the Reactor lighting his face, illuminating his ruminative expression. Mag stepped back.
"Do you remember this? How full of dreams and potential you used to be. You wanted to be known everywhere. To bring hope. To do good." Mag's face stretched into a cruel smile, and for a second… Peter thought he saw Buddy. "It's a shame, really. That you couldn't handle the price. You always were soft, especially when thinking of family." Mag turned around fully, and he wasn't Mag anymore. He looked- she was Buddy. Her long red hair covered half of her face as always, and Peter couldn't tell where her hair ended and the harsh red light began. Her nails seemed sharper than usual, and her smile crueler than she would let it look. Before, her smiles held a bit of hesitation, uncertain of whether or not Peter could be trusted. Now she knew her answer.
"How is family going for you, Pete?"
Peter quickly scrambled backwards, the shock of seeing both Mag and Buddy causing him to momentarily forget that he could simply disappear as he usually does. The glares from both of his parental figures, people he had betrayed despite all they have done for him, paralysed him. He wanted to run. He really did. But all he could do was press himself closer to the wall and hope the ground would swallow him whole. Or that the guards would run in. Anything, anything but this.
"We've trusted you, but look what you've done, Pete." And as both their voices got louder together and his ears filled with a sharp ringing noise, their images flickered, swapping out with each other like someone changing the channel on a hologram too quickly. Mag was covered in blood, stab wounds that Peter put there, a timeless mark of the harm he has done towards a man who loved him, who raised him. Before Peter could take in more of his blood soaked appearance, Buddy stood before him. Tall, proud, and disappointed. She offered him everything. A home, a family, a life beyond the cycle of bland hotel rooms and faceless socialites. She was wearing her wedding dress, and Peter could almost see Vespa standing at her side, finally with the love of her life, saying "I told you so."
"They call you an Angel, unaware that you simply hide your horns and your halo is carved from deception." They stepped forward as one. One face, one body. One voice.
With that, Peter sank to the floor. He really was, wasn’t he? And in the red glow of everything in the room, Peter could almost see their physical blood on his hands. He could feel the cold of the knife and hear Dark Matters board the ship and taste a metallic tang where his teeth cut through his cheek, and his usual mantra of ‘Lesson one of thieving, don’t get attached. There are consequences when you leave them behind. Lesson one of thieving, don’t hesitate. An indecisive thief is a dead thief. Lesson one of thieving-’ filled his head and his mind and he wished it would ‘stop, please stop, I don’t want to hear it anymore’ and as all this swirled around him like a never ending storm, the figure before him came to a stop. Buddy- Mag- they crouched down in front of him and cupped his face oh so gently. Peter leaned into the soft touch, painfully aware of how undeserving he was of kindness.
“Lesson one of thieving, Ransom,” and the figure before him started flickering faster. Jet, Buddy, Vespa, Rita, Mag, Richard, James, Vespa, Rita, Buddy, Jet, Mag, Buddy, Mag.
The flickering stopped, and suddenly Nureyev was looking straight into Juno’s face. Wonderful, beautiful, amazing Juno. Until he suddenly had a wintry smile on his face, and all the warmth that gathered in Peter’s chest grew cold.
Again, Dean copes with the idea of Cas not being there by lying to himself
Parallel from S6: Dean behaves exactly like he was while looking for Lisa and Ben, looking for Cas. "Where's the angel!" (16:57)
Dean clearly states he won't leave PurGAYtory without Cas (22:45)
Since Dean has come back, he has been snappy with Sam and Crowley about Cas, but every time he remembers PurGAYtory, he is either looking for Cas or with him, and that's all he thinks of
Again with the paraparallels with Lisa and Ben (12:21), also "You'll find your angel there." (13:19) ICWAW, come on, do I have to point that out?
"There are some in Heaven who still believe, despite his mistakes, that Castiel's heart was always in the right place [...] I think... too much heart was always Castiel's problem." (22:25) Samandriel says all of this while looking directly at Dean
Look at that hug. Have we ever seen Dean hug Cas before? The gring on Dean's face. [This is so fucking funny too me, the "Nice peach fuzz" reaction to Cas' beard VS the Sam's "That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen!" reaction in season 14] (23:21)
"I prayed to you, Cas, every night!" (24:37) Cas once again chose to leave/hurt Dean in order to protect him, even tho he really doesn't want to leave him. "There've been things hunting me. [...] I've a price on my head and I've been trying to stay one step ahead of them to... to keep them away from you." (24:54) Those fucking eyes kill me
Dean is willing to risk it all to get Cas out with him. "Cas, buddy... I need you." [yeah, let's see how well that ages on episode 17], also the little "Dean... " after that... BABIES (25:33)
That smile, those eyes... LOOK AT HIM. This is such a "You and me against everything" moment that, ICWAW, would be considered HELLA ROMANTIC
"I'm not leaving here without you. Understand?" (25:51) for fucking finally, also 12 seconds of STARE + LICK of the LIPS action. Oooohhh ICWAW... just imagine
Let us remember that all of this ⬆️, Dean remembers after Samandriel told him "too much heart bla bla bla"
"... [Kevin] thinks people I don't need anymore, they end up dead." (40:36) 'you', Dean? Only you? That's so much guilt you are packing. And immediately after he thinks about trying to save Cas from PurGAYtory and failing... Alrighty then
I get why some people ship Dean and Benny, but they really do struck me as a bromance. When they call each other "brother", I believe that. With Cas, Dean pulls the "brother card" whenever he's opening his heart to him, basically "no-homo"ing it at the end. Weird right? (12:03)
Benny bitches about Cas being a danger to them because of the attraction monsters have to him, and Cas himself tries convincing Dean he has to leave him behind for his own good, but Dean is having none of that shit and is ready to die trying to save him (12:56)
FUCK MY LIFE we are getting flashbacks from both Sam and Dean, Sam about the time he spent with Amelia, and Dean about looking for, finding and trying to save Cas. I MEAN??!!! ICWAW you BET this would be seen as a ROMANTIC PARALLEL
"He's a friend." "A friend? Dean, you don't have any- all your friends are dead." "That's not what I called to talk about!!" Ouch (25:27)
"I was in Purgatory." "Like 'purgatory' Purgatory?" "No, the one in Miami." ... that's a gay bar, Dean, how would you know? (11:23)
Dean's lying to himself about Cas letting go (35:32)
Parallel to S1 Sam seeing Jess while in the car (2:31). Kill me. Also Dean allucinates Cas just like Sam did with Jess (10:15) band tries coping with it by repeating to himself that he didn't leave Cas behind
Every scene in Purgatory where Cas tries to reassure Dean that, if he doesn't make it, it's just the way it is, and Dean insisting he won't leave without him. "I'm just saying... if it doesn't work.. Thank you. For everything." (12:50) I'm dying
Cas comes back and all Dean does for the first few moments is check him out (16:16-16:21) He says he kept trying to reach for the boys, but wasn't at full power, tho somehow Dean was the only one who could see him. And Dean's eyes looking back at Cas (17:58) End me now
LOOK AT HIM!! He's checking him out, making THAT face and SHIFTING IN HIS SEAT WHILE PRESSING A HAND TO HIS CROTCH. THAT'S A BONER SHIFT. Look at Sam and then at Dean (20:44) One is a friendly fond reaction, one ISN'T.
ICWAW, we wouldn't even be QUESTIONING it!
The amount of checking out in this episode is crazy. Look at Dean checking out Cas. Look at his face! THE EYES (24:08) ICWA- OH COME ON DO I HAVE TO POINT THAT OUT?!
"Did you not trust me?" "Dean..." "I did everything I could to get you out. Everything! ... I did not leave you." "... So you think this was your fault?" OH MY GOD SO FUCKING #MARRIED LOOK AT CAS' EYES (28:06) ICWA- I'm not even trying anymore
So many soft shoulder touches (34:42) also HOT SCENE I don't know why "I'm going in." "Cas, no. You're not strong enough." (35:15) precious babies
"You could've gotten yourself killed. Why didn't you wait for me?" "Well, I didn't get killed, and it worked." "And if it didn't?!" "It would have been my problem." "Well, it's not the way I see it!" (37:36) #MARRIED they're SO MARRIED
Dean keeps blaming himself for Cas not getting out "I don't need to feel like hell for failing you like I've failed every other godforsaken thing I care about." SEE??! (38:16) Dean preferred believing he had let Cas down, something he is used to, than he had sacrified himself for him (38:48). Dean can't believe Cas thought he deserved to stay in Purgatory. Also THE WAY THEY'RE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER (39:38) And Dean's deeply hurt by the fact that Cas would leave him to safety and remain in Purgatory as self punishment for what Dean had painted as all Cas' fault. And he is full of regret (41:30)
[How fucking cute is it that Cas wants to become a hunter. I'M SQUEELING]
They are so #MARRIED my heart ACHES (5:02) and the way Dean looks at Cas is so fucking SOFT. And 6 seconds of just staring and... well, Cas in general (5:13)
"What? I was being bad cop." "No, you were being bad everything!" (9:12) #MARRIED (12:04) I'm dying, they're so cute
"I don't sleep." "Okay, well, I need my 4 hours, so-" "I'll watch over you *puppy eyes*" (12:52)
"Hey, can you lift this?" sure, Dean, every excuse is valid to have Cas be hot by effortlessly moving an anvil. And see how Cas looks at Dean, like "Really? You even had to ask? I'll fucking show you I can lift this shit". Look at how he looks back side-eyes at Dean here (14:16), like he's making sure Dean is watching him being hot. I'm dead
This is such a fucking sweet moment [I mean, kinda looked like the begging of a porn at first] (16:01). Dean can sense Cas is not okay, and gets him to open up about his feelings. And when Cas admits being suicidal, Dean is speechless, not even being able to imagine such an outcome. Anyway, it is so fucking sweet that they're always able to show themselves vulnerable to each other
Shut up. Look at this scene (18:51-18:53). Mute the video and just look. This is Sam marrying Cas and Dean. PERIODT.
"You're so pretty, Charles. [...] You were quite the bounder." DEAN'S FACE (20:27) He's so in love, and immediately after he LICKS HIS LIPS
While Sam talks about running away from your problems (referring to Amelia), and having to wake up in order not to destroy everything, the pan focuses on Cas (35:33) Subtext, gentlethem, subtext. CAS, FACE YOUR FEELINGS. SOON
Dean's face when Cas says he's not coming back with them (38:16-39:21)
I now this scene is supposed to be funny, but the way Cas looks at Dean AAAWWW (6:53-7:01) Also do you really have to walk so close to Cas, Dean? Do you? While CHECKING HIM OUT nonetheless?! (7:54)
Remember when in 7x01 Dean was totally comfortable watching porn in front of his brother? Well, Dean goes on and on about Cas being a "brother", but his fucking reaction to Cas being in the same room as him with porn on his computer, is BY FAR the same he has with Sam, hell he even keeps watching with Sam! (8:05) Is it because the last time he, porn and Cas were in the same room, Cas popped a BONER?
Random guy @ Dean: "Are you serious?" Cas: "*leans in to look at Dean* That's his serious face, yes." And Dean's reaction (12:59) SO FUCKING #MARRIED
Dean, that's not the way you look at a friend, or a BROTHER (13:38)
LOOK!! I swear to GOD ICWAW that would be seen as nothing other than CHECKING OUT YOUR CRUSH
"Hey, how about we say, if this doesn't pan out, we had back to that beer and bacon happy hour a mile back, huh?" Translation: "Since I'm starting to realize I might feel something more for you, let me take you on what is totally not a date unless you want it to be" (16:58)
Dean, will you stop checking out Cas during missions? (25:06) Same goes for you, Cas, don't check if your husband's got a boner for you being the hero here (25:08)
Since the start of this season, we've been getting parallels between Sam & Amelia and Dean & Cas. The flashbacks, the guilt for leaving the other half behind, and now Dean tells Sam he's jealous he got a chance at being happy with Amelia (37:32)!!! I MEAN- and fuck my life when I tell you there are parallels with the whole Sam-Amelia-Don & Cas-Dean-Benny thing. I'M TELLING YOU
"Trust me, this life... you can't afford attachments. You just gotta... let go." "... Are we still talking about Sam, or did you break up with someone too?" (21:17) CHARLIE KNOWS. TELL HIM CHARLIE
Bitch... Dean's reaction to getting publicly hit on by a dude, so not the one a straight guy, confident in his sexuality and masculinity, "no-homo bro" would have (15:36). Just saying, we have seen Dean turn down what he thought were avances, and other implications regarding his sexuality, with either sarcasm/humor or anger... this is new. Progress?! [Wait till we get to 15x7]
[Keep in mind how Dean's bedroom looks. Trust me]
Episode 17: OOOOHHH BOI
Cas has been tortured, mind-fucked, obligated to kill fake Deans over 1K times, in order to be ready to kill the real one. Let that sink in
Dean prayed to Cas, I'm sure almost every night, and can already sense something is not right with him ever since he came back from Purgatory (11:31), but when Sam questions his prayers to Cas, Dean doesn't know how to respond. Like, what, do I need a reason to try and contact my crush?
"There has to be another way. [...] This isn't right! [...] I won't hurt Dean!" (29:51-31:00) "Cas, fight this! This is not you! FIGHT IT!" and he does. Cas fights it. [and as soon as Cas starts fighting back, Heaven tints with BI COLOURS! LOOK AT THEM WINDOW THINGY (31:16) OF ALL COLOURS]
Dean is on the verge of tears, kneeling in front of Cas, telling him "This isn't you!", and to fight. He is pleading. And by the end, bloody, hopeless, "Cas... it's me! We're family. We need you... I need you." and Cas stops. (33:13)
Cas breaks the connection Naomi had installed in him. Once again, when presented with the choice, he chooses Dean over Heaven. All of this because Dean needed him. And let's not forget Dean was originally ment to say "I love you.", and that would've been the reason Cas snapped out of the control. I MEAN ICWAW THIS WOULD FUCKING BE CANON
Dean, thinking Cas is going to kill him, clutches onto the coat's sleeve for dear life, to the memory of his Cas (34:21) KILL ME
"What broke the connection?" The look in Cas' eyes... "I don't know." OH YES YOU DO (36:15) and Dean's face when Cas says he needs to protect the angel tablet. Dean knows he's gonna leave again (36:23). ICWAW, this whole scene would be the UMPTEENTH CONFESSION
"I'm fine. Are you okay?" "Me?" "Yeah. Cass dinged you up pretty good." "... and?" "And I just wanted to make sure you're okay." "...What, like, my feelings?!" "If that's what you wanna talk about, sure." Dean gets pissy pretty easily when talking about Cas, who left once again, and his feelings. Also, Sam knows, and he ships it. He's president of the Destiel Company (4:02)
The thing with the Deanny relationship is: Dean is naturally affectionate towards Sam, and he expresses the same towards Benny. His relationship with the both of them is very very similar, while see Dean showing affection towards Cas [same as he does with Sam] only during extreme emotional moments. Dean is known for repressing his feelings, and having a tendency to maintaining a "macho" exterior. He shows himself vulnerable in front of Cas, but not enough for him to think less of Dean. So, think about it
Charlie, a lesbian, who has only ever heard of Castiel through Dean, describes him as seeming "dreamy" while talking to Dean... GAYDAR ANYONE??!!! (9:16)
"In the words of a good friend... 'bite me'." Cas is quoting Dean, and if I remember correctly, Dean will quote Cas' "ass-butt" later on (16:"10)
I hate when Dean treats Cas poorly, badly, because he can't deal with his feelings. In the heat of the moment, Dean is always forgiving, helpful and caring, but as soon As things cool down, he goes back to being cold, bitchy and snappy, like nothing ever happened. Repressed mother fucker
The small flash of hurt on Cas' face when Dean ignores his "Good morning" (3:33) fighting coupleTM. "Dean, I can go with you. *is ignored* Dean... I'm sorry. [LOOK AT THAT FACE]" "For what?" "For everything." "Everything? Like ignoring us?" #MARRIED
Cas is buying porn, beer and pie to make amends to Dean. "Where's the pie?" "I think we're out." "*grabs store clerk* You don't understand. I need pie!" (14:50) they are so fucking #MARRIED
This is such a sweet moment. Cas is about to close the doors to his old home behind himself forever, while risking getting killed by his own kind, and Dean is worried about him. They are sharing drinks while longingly staring into each other's eyes. This is so sweet. Also, Dean warned Sam he might not be coming back. Why? Cuz he would probably die while trying to protect Cas from other angels. To them, they are probably spending their last moments together, while looking at each other like THAT (22:38) And 5 seconds of STARES (23:10)
In love. Fucking fools in love, that's what they are.
This is so stupid but they have just witnessed a cupid matching up two dudes, after all of the above⬆️ (23:53) AND IT'S JUST FUNNY!! Dean is stunned and all, while Cas is complitely fine and professional (24:04-24:17-24:21) DEAN'S FACE
"Talk first, stab later." (26:21) Cas is like "Bitch, you talking? That was our first date!" #MARRIED
Warnings: Some very general allusions to adulty times, but nothing really besides that.
A/N: So....life has only sort of gotten worse lately. Have been working some loooong days, coupled with some other shit going on has really drained me emotionally and otherwise, and not left me a lot of time to work on things. But I managed to complete another chapter in this, which makes me a bit happy.... It's also the longest one yet.
Pairing: Din Djarin x OFC
Timeline: Right now, this takes place between seasons 1 and 2.
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They'd found a quiet, hidden place on Navarro. As Din had dropped off his latest batch of bounties and collected a new set of pucks, Karga had made some offhand remark about how Mando had seemed unusually jumpy, his voice unusually light, even through the vocoder.
Was this what love felt like? Cause as as frightening as it was, it also felt right. Felt like home.
Lissa had asked if their marrying would require going or doing or seeing anything.
"No. We simply exchange our vows of fealty to one another."
Lissa had pondered that. "But there should be something more. We should go somewhere nice, or some place important, maybe?"
That left Din for a bit of a loop. Planets like Naboo came to mind, but that didn't quite feel right. Impersonal, in a way.
Even though it was a shell of what it formerly was, even though his brothers and sisters in the Creed were gone and the Covert had only been there for a short few years anyway, Navarro was the last place of any sentimental significance.
Lissa stared out at the sandy dunes of the planet, in the semi-secluded place with a landing spot nestled among the jutting rocks just big enough for the Razor Crest to park snuggly in, waiting for Din's return. She sighed as she clutched a cup of tea tighter in her hands.
The tea was recommended by a doctor she consulted through the holochannels. Supposed to help keep the nausea and vomiting at bay, and so far Lissa had felt better. Good enough to tend to some errands aboard ship while Din was gone. She had to laugh at how in disarray the ship could become even just from their simple, every day activities.
She looked over at the little green bean in the corner, working on his latest drawing with his colored pens. Really, he was the source of much of the mess on the ship, but she could never be mad at the little one. Lissa didn't think it possible, but she felt even more warmly toward him lately. He was her—their—first child. She wondered how he would take to having a human sibling join him.
A flash of something silvery in the periphery of her vision caught Lissa's attention, drawing it back out into the quiet, dusky sands and rocks before her.
Mando spotted her a second after Lissa spotted him. Waiting for his return. He didn't run, but strode more quickly to be by her side again.
That soft, involuntary smile. "Hi."
A deep, but contented, sigh. "Hi."
They embraced, and Din tilted his head down. After a beat, Lissa followed suit.
A keldable kiss, he'd called it one day. Explained what it meant in his culture. As touched as she was, always was, by it, Lissa wanted more. "I want your lips on mine. All over me. I want to see them," she whispered. She the stroked the beskar like it was his skin.
A strained noise just barely audible though the helmet, before Din reached over and slammed his gloved fist against the control panel, causing the Razor Crest's side door to creak and shift up, closing to leave them in near darkness. Lissa was somewhat confused by his wanting to close themselves off from the outside world; anything, even empty space in the middle of nowhere, could be outside a closed Crest. But then it dawned on her that the ship served as a sort of second set of armor-a protective layer, even when the beskar was off. A place so familiar and well-equipped, that he could feel comfortable letting his guard down inside it.
Little coos came from around their feet. The little one had apparently abandoned his artwork to come and greet his papa.
Having acclimated to the dark of the closed-up hull, Lissa bent down and scooped up Grogu into her arms.
Din stroked the child's wrinkly forehead. "He should see it—me—first," he stated.
"Of course." Lissa understood; after all, she had insisted on this.
Din took the child from Lissa and into his embrace. A shaky breath through the vocoder. "You ready Pal?" Lissa wasn't sure if he was saying it to their boy or himself.
"I'll turn around," she offered. "Just let me know when you're ready for me."
A nod of the helmet, before Lissa turned on her heel and sauntered over to the other end of the hull, lowering herself carefully to the cool metal floor and settling her back against a crate. A ghost of dread and a pinch of irritation flared up in her at the thought that soon she wouldn't be able to do such a simple physical thing, even if it would just be for a few months.
"Okay buddy," she just barely heard over her shoulder, before what sounded like a long, shuddering breath. A rustling noise.
Din held the child close to his cuirass-covered chest. The little one's ears flopped as he canted his head up at his father in question. Din knew he was stalling. But he knew he was about to apply a permanence to his relationship with the kid that couldn't be taken back, even if one day the child left and never came back. No living thing had seen him without his helmet since he swore the Creed, so many years ago... The image of a tall droid briefly ghosted through his mind, but he quickly pushed it far away.
"I see the way you two are. Saw it when I first joined you," Lissa had told him. "You clearly care for him deeply. He looks up to you-figuratively and literally," she'd laughed. A crystal clear, light laugh. That sound, that memory, he let dwell in his brain. The words repeated over and over, because he knew they were ultimately true.
"Bah," the child cooed, raising a hand to grasp at the material of his cape where it tucked into his cuirass.
Another steadying breath. "Here we go." His gloved fingers went to the edge of his helmet, where they slowly lifted it up, up, inch by inch, until a 40-something man with patchy stubble, deep, brown eyes, and matted hair came into view.
Wide, brown eyes stared back at him. Scanned the features of the man before him.
"Hi Buddy," Din whispered, almost as if he were afraid any greater sound would cause the green bean to jump out of his arms and skitter away from him. But the big, brown orbs continued to simply study him.
Din's eyes were just as searching, seeing his son for the first time without the screen of the visor, which colored everything in a dull, dark green, with the exception of the occasional yellow, oranges, and reds of its heat sensor.
A small, clawed hand rose up and came to his face. Din's eyes fell shut at feeling his son's gentle touch, and he let out a sigh.
"Boo-booeh," Grogu cooed. Din opened his eyes and smiled widely down at him. Lissa, gods bless her, had coaxed the Mando'a word for 'parent' out of Din one day, and from then on had repeated it multiple times to Grogu, who would occasionally echo some part of it back to her, usually just "boo."
"Has he ever really talked before? Any Basic, I mean?"
A back and forth of the helmet. "No, not that I ever heard. Just some incoherent sounds I've heard repeated a few times, maybe his species' native tongue."
Din tried to conjure up an image of what the little one's real parents would look like, particularly his real father. What would that being be doing currently to raise this little one? What lessons unique to their kind would he be passing down to his son? If Din had been introduced to this being, would he be met with approval or scorn?
"Boooo...boo bah!" Grogu chirped up at him.
Din ruffled the downy, sparse hair on his son's wrinkly head. "Boobah, huh? No buir? Or papa?"
Grogu simply canted his head to the side. Din laughed, before holding his boy close. "How about I go marry your mom, hmm?" That earned a happy squeal from the green bean, which in turn brought a wide smile to Dins face. Which the helmet subsequently covered up as he slipped it over his face. Their vows had to come first.
Lissa had fallen into a gentle lull where she sat, with her head resting on her hands, folded over her bent knees. Hearing Din interact with the baby made her smile outside and in; the feeling of being part an aliit, as Din called it in Mando'a recently.
A gloved hand came into view. Lissa looked up to see Mando standing before her. She took his hand and help in standing up.
He was quick to wrap his arms around her. "Are you ready?"
"More than ever." He looked down, then up. "If you'll have me."
Lissa lifted a hand up to rest over his cuirass, over his heart. After a beat: "Just in the time we've been together, you've treated me like a queen-better than anyone else has in a long time, maybe ever. I'll always have you. Commitment, concrete things, aren't very common in my life...but I'd like, want to change that."
A nod. Din's thoughts towards the woman before him mirrored the thoughts he had toward the child earlier: He tried to extrapolate an image of her parents from Lissa's looks and mannerisms. He wondered if he would garner their approval, and whether that would even mean anything to his intended if they did or didn't.
"Did they treat you well, your parents? Each other?"
Lissa pondered that. "They died when I was still so young, I don't think I really have the most accurate memory of whether they did or didn't... I just remember them working in that shop, until..." Her lips so slightly trembled before she bit her upper lip.
Din pulled her close, enveloped her in a beskar-clad bear hug. "Sorry. I just...feels like I don't entirely know what I'm doing. Maybe for similar reasons. I don't...remember a lot. But I'll try. Always."
Lissa pulled back and looked gently upon the Mandalorian helm that covered him, symbolized and represented who and what he was to the world. "What do I say?"
Din understood. "Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde."
A small, nervous laugh. "You're gonna have to go a bit slower for me. Also, what does that all mean?"
A deep breath drawn. "We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors."
A ghost of doubt flitted across Lissa's face at hearing that meaning. Didn't leave much room for individuality, for the idea of two people with their own wills and goals. But she knew that marriage meant compromise, that some individuality was always lost, but ideally in exchange for love and support, which she had no reason to suspect she wouldn't receive here. And for damn sure, their child would know how to fight.
"Okay?" His fingers brushed over her cheek, tucked away a lock of her hair.
Lissa nodded. "Yes."
"Repeat after me mesh'la: Mhi solus tome," Din intoned.
"Mhi solus tome," Lissa repeated.
"Mhi solus dar'tome," Din continued with a nod.
"Mhi solus dar'tome."
"Mhi me'dinui an."
"Mhi me'dinui an," she repeated a bit slower.
"Mhi ba'juri verde."
"Mhi ba'juri verde," she repeated firmly, surely.
Din caressed her cheek. "Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde," he repeated for himself, in the confident, easy manner of some one who knew the language well, and someone sure of and committed to the words' meaning.
Briefly, her teeth ran over her upper lip. "Is that it?" Lissa asked.
Slowly, gently, Din grasped Lissa's hands, and brought them up to his helmet. He nodded at her questioning look.
It was such a simple thing-to simply lift up the helmet and look at him face to face, eye to eye, but everything about their life and Din's commitment to his Creed gave it all a heavy weight.
Each of them took a deep breath, as Lissa grasped the edges of the helmet, before slowly moving it up, up, and off her new husband's head. Her eyes followed the helmet, as she brought it up and close to her, holding it to her chest, before turning to the side and setting it carefully down on a nearby crate.
A swallow. "Look at me, cyar'ika."
Lissa glanced up, and was met with the most handsome face she had ever seen. Defined features; a roguish smile; deep, brown eyes; that mustache she had felt from his kisses shrouded by darkness; ruffled, brown hair.
And similar to the child, Lissa brought up a hand to gently caress Din's face, to feel the stubble there and the defined jaw. He smiled at her touch, at her hazel eyes roaming every inch of his face also as the child had done earlier.
Hazel. Her eyes were hazel. He thought so, but couldn't be entirely sure through all the times he had only been looking at her through that damn visor, through the same dull, dark green he had only ever known the child through, most everything through.
"What are you thinking mesh'la?" Din's insecurity let slip out after so many quiet moments of simply staring at each other. He couldn't quite read the expression on her face.
"I'm..." Lissa straightened. "Angry, but I also feel...guilty."
Din frowned, which Lissa thought also looked handsome on him. "Why?"
"I'm not...angry angry, just mad that this beautiful face has had to be hidden from the world for all this time."
That brought his smile back, and along with it a little blush to his cheeks. "Why guilty cyar?"
Din felt a tiny ping of panic-had she actually stolen a glance or accidentally seen his face before this and not disclosed it to him? They had been so, so careful when it came to keeping his face hidden. She never wanted to wear any blindfold, so they tried to keep everything as dark as possible when it came off.
"Are you awake, mesh'la?" He would ask on so many mornings when the natural sunlight of whatever planet they were on would filter into the Crest's hull through an open, uncovered window.
And Lissa would invariably groan. "I was, Djarin, until you woke me up." She would grab the pillow beneath her head and jam it over or in front of her face. "You're safe," she'd mumble. Din would laugh somewhat guiltily, but he was just trying to be careful. It was second nature by this time in his life to keep hidden, and he had never exactly had the experience of someone else living and sleeping with him. The green babe he could tuck away into his pram or just generally controlled more easily; a grown woman was a different matter.
Lissa' mouth curled into a smirk. "I uh...feel bad for feeling so...relieved, I guess, and a little lucky, at how handsome you turned out to be."
She quickly added: "Not that I would have felt any differently if you were like...a gungan mutt or something-"
Din chuckled. "It's alright cyar'ika. I understand."
She smiled up at him, and it wasn't lost on him how her eyes landed on and stayed on his lips. How her tongue briefly slipped out between her own, full lips.
He moved closer, bent down, and touched his lips to hers.
He meant it to be a pure, loving gesture, but Lissa reciprocated more powerfully, and he joined her in deepening it even more, until he was backing her up to their makeshift bed on the floor of the hull.
It felt silly to think of it as consummating anything, since they had already been joined countless times before this and were already expecting a child because of it. But this was different. The way Lissa carefully helped Din remove each remaining piece of beskar, then his flak vest and flight suit, before he helped her out of her own clothes. The way they held each other, and so many lingering kisses, everywhere each of them could reach. The slow, steady way they moved with each other. How each reached their peak at the practically the same exact moment. But mostly, how their eyes never left each other through every minute of it.
"So, does this technically make me a Mandalorian now?" She leaned back into his touch, sighed contentedly as her new riduur, as he called himself, moved a brush though her hair. A distraction, he hoped, from the episode of nausea she was having later that night.
"No. Separate set of vows. Would you...want to become one?"
Lissa shrugged. "Maybe. I'm not really sure-"
"Close your eyes cyar'ika."
She turned around and gave him an incredulous look. "Why? What for?"
That smile-that devastating, boyish smile of his. She would never get enough of it. "Trust me."
She smiled back before shutting her eyes.
Next thing she knew, Lissa felt something hard over her head, and realizing what it was-he was putting his helmet on her head.
Once it was situated and locked into place, Din drew his hands away. "How does that feel?"
Silence and stillness at first.
"Take it off."
"Take it off!" Lissa started to claw at the sides of the helmet, seemingly to try and disengage the locking system. But all that came about in the midst of her panic was nails against beskar.
"It's okay! It's okay-here." Din set his hands firmly on either side of his helmet and disengaged the locks, before pulling it off Lissa's head.
Lissa took several large gulps of air, as she held her arms to her chest.
Din let her have a moment, before gently bringing his hands over her shoulders, rubbing them comfortingly, then moving her back against his chest. "What was wrong, cyar'ika? Could you not breathe?"
Lissa shook her head. "No, I..." She tried not to cry. "Ever since I was a kid, when...sometimes for punishment, they would lock us into this cabinet..." She shook away the image, the memory. "I can't stand small spaces. To feel enclosed, trapped. MY ship was small, relatively speaking, but I got used to it... made adjustments so it wouldn't be so bad. But I can't..."
Din nodded. He kissed her hair. "It's okay, cyar. It's okay." He hugged her even tighter. Cursed himself for his impulsive act, for not asking first before trying the helmet on her head. Made another silent oath that he was going to find out who it was who ran the orphanage and "raised" Lissa; if they were not the same person as the other dark figure lurking in her memories, then were now number two on a very specific list in his mind.
Phew, I actually made it to the English release without spoilers! 🤩 I do know general things about little plots for the ninja, hopefully nothing major! Finally, the Cole season we've all been waiting for, with Rock Mom and possibly plenty of our Earth baby development! COLE IN THE SPOTLIGHT AT LAST!! 🖤🖤
Well, I know I'll be shooting rainbows from my eyeballs if I see even one Nexo Knights reference! For the rest I don't really know what will happen, I'm curious! 🤔
It's the 6th of July, and here we go!!
Is it just me or the dialogues sounds better? More built up, funnier, cohesive just like in the earliest seasons of Ninjago? Maybe it's just me but I'm really appreciating 🤷♀️
It also doesn't feel that rushed anymore! Which was my biggest problem in Prime Empire really. The episodes seem to me like fragments of a nice movie, not a too long story forced into 11 minutes. I'm very happy with the quality so far, I feel good about this for now! 👍
No matter what season it is, you can count on The Fold to make an AMAZING intro!! Freaking awesome, it was epic and very final battle like 👌👌 I WANT THE FULL VERSION ASAP!!!
I do appreciate we are not forgetting about the adventures we had until now, it feels like from season 11 forward we are building a new backstory of. But they still show stuff from the very first seasons so I'm happy anyway 😍
Pff, Cole plays Prime Empire right after being trapped in it. And Lloyd joins in! YES!! Maybe there is hope for a season without greenie being traumatized! 👍👍
Also he's doing laundry because I DON'T WANNA DO THE DISHES NO MORE~ 😎
The chicken is back 😂 The constant reference to the movie we are all kinda attached to a this point (well I am, LOOK AT THE LITTLE HAT 💕💕)
Is it me being a "I've rewatched this show way too much" type of fan to feel that Nya saying that Jay using Spinjitzu for chores will get Wu mad might be a reference to how the guys had cleaned the very first Destiny Bounty with that? You think that Wu found out and got crazy mad? That would be kinda cool 😂😂
Okay, poor sensei and all, but he's kinda right 😅 I like Wu, I really do, but Aspheera was a problem kinda because of him, they all going to another dangerous realm could have been dealt a lot better if he hadn't been so on edge and in Prime Empire he freaking got kidnapped by NORMAL PEOPLE. Maybe he is getting old 🤷♀️
At last, he has returned...
THE ONE AND ONLY RULER OF NINJAGO, THE POSTMAN!!! 💜💜💜 Was he missing since March of the Oni? I can't remember if he was around for the Aspheera part 🤔
Soooo, not to be that person, but a secret group of royals asking the ninja to meet them in a place that was never open for outsiders before then? Kinda... feels familiar... *SoG flashbacks* 😰
Okay, not the biggest fan of Misako, but her scolding Wu was kinda fun 🤣 Needed to change the animation for her to get a bit of personality apparently 😉
Ah, you left Pixal behind to let her do... chores. Well, if you guys are happy 😒
Ninja babies all excited ❤💚💙🖤🤍💦 Also I'm excited because there is FINALLY a white heart between the emoji! I didn't notice it until now, I just need a gray/maroon heart now 😍
Jay screaming NOT MADE UP cracked me up so much 😂😂 Gosh I love my bluebell
A bit of action scene, nice, nice, also Cole going full buddy mode to save Jay gives me my beautiful Bruise vibes 💙🖤💙🖤
Well hello Brian
Looking good 💕💕 The designs are rocking in season 12 and 13, I cannot tell it enough! Super super cool
Overall nice episode, seemed more nicely focused than usual, I don't know if it's just me. I'm happy anyway 😁
Ooohhhh, so the sails were ripped off by the bats, and they were flying thanks to the soldier guys with wings. It makes sense, I was confused by the trailer, now there's the answer!
IN THE DARK
Okay, Vania introduction, I wonder what kind of princess we will get after last ti-
Vania: I'm such a big fan of you, I was the one that insisted at having you here! 🤩
... besides the fact that she sounds and looks absolutely ADORABLE, I'm kinda with Lloyd about feeling suspicious... because that's exactly how Harumi introduced herself back then 😅 And away it goes, the possibility of Lloyd spending a season without feeling disturbed or traumatized...
Ah, there we go, Cole and Vania. Soft looks, instant attention and... that's it? Idk, Jay and Nya's meeting had that one very awkward color question (💙❤💙❤), Kai literally heard romantic music while looking at Sky (❤🧡❤🧡), Lloyd was being mocked all the way by the guys as he looked at Harumi (💚😰💚😰). This one seems a bit weak? I don't mind it actually, I'm actually a bit curious about how it will develop since it started like this 🤷♀️
References to Hiroshi's Labyrinth and the Tournament of Elements, my fangirl heart is happy 😍 Is it too much thinking that the maze was a reference to Shadow of Ronin, since they all went there in the game while in the show only Lloyd was at the Labyrinth? Idk 🤷♀️
JAY SAYING COLE IS HIS BEST FRIEND, YES!! YES!! FINALLY, HAVEN'T HEARD IT SINCE SKYBOUND!!! BROTP IS BACK 🖤💙🖤💙 Also Jay confused that Vania is interested in Cole, pff, you clearly don't know the fandom 😂
But it is a bit fishy, does she knows stuff? Now I'm into it...
Lloyd sneaking in, that was creepy 🤣 And ninja like, of course
I kinda like how this is going, Cole straight up saying dude, I just met her, calm down. Like, I do understand green bean and I'm kinda on his side, but still 🤷♀️
Cole: I'm not just gonna jump on the lovesick wagon like you weirdos, geez
"It felt like a cloud of warm contentment." I'm gonna use this whenever someone asks me why have I been in my bed all day 😎
I know they all believed Cole was just dreaming the purple guy, but honestly they could have just said "Cole, we had flaming snakes raining on Ninjago a few weeks ago, what are you so worked up about?". But yeah, ROCK MOM FINALLY!!! I wanna know more!! 😍😍😍
Mr Sparkles 😂😂 So cute
Vania is cool for now, she is basically the innocent Harumi without a scarring tragedy from her past changing her into a vengeful villain... yeah 😅
Did Cole notice that she talks a lot and loud, kinda like Jay? Is that why he seemed a bit annoyed? 😂😂
For now they don't seem that annoyingly into each other, they look chill, no major lovesick moment or anything. I like it, I don't know if this ship will be super important or something, but at least I'm happy they are dealing with it in a different way 👍
With all these creatures chained up and a crazy dude making them work, Cole must have one HECK of a flashback from back in Chen's island 😵
Okay, I get the drama, I get the lair which is
Legit cool, with that nice Underworld vibe, but really? A wood door with ropes behind a lava fall? Security measures who? 😂😂
So Skull dude is the bad guy, and has a mask. People with masks means big reveal at some point. I like dudes with masks 😗
Aaaahhh, figures it was too easy being in a literal mine with the power of Earth. They really can't keep their powers for more than five seconds now can they 😂😂
But this seems interesting, is it connected with the burst thing they said in the trailer? Or even Cole's mom? Is this Skull Sorcerer connected to her? I HAVE QUESTIONS PEOPLE!!!
I am legit enjoying this 👌 They are building up questions and I do hope we'll get a good flashback moment with Rock mom... or even finding out if something else happened to her... EXCITED 🤩🤩
So to be the main ninja of a season lately you have to be either without powers (Kai Fire Chapter) or trapped in an unknown place (Zane Ice Chapter and Jay Prime Empire). Cole got them both 😅
IT REALLY IS ROCKY'S SEASON FINALLY 😎😎
WORST RESCUE EVER
Mm, the king is being weird, what's up with this mountain thing? Does he know who the Skull Sorcerer is? QUESTIONS
So Vania keeps being extremely adorable, I think I really like her character 💕 We'll see what will happen with her, how she will interact with the others, especially Lloyd since he seems very suspicious... can't really blame him 😅
Kai ready to argue with a king because one of his friend is in danger, THAT'S MY FLAME BABE ❤❤❤
Okay, the conflict between the two tribes, I read about this in some plots of the season. Not sure how that will play, but
I did laughed at this 😂 Sorry Mole
Okay, seriously, have we not learned anything from letting Kai come up with a plan? The notoriously bad planner Kai? The think before talking Kai? The let's follow the sun because yes Kai? I love him to dead but really, it was meant to go bad right away even if the title wasn't that 😅😅😅
AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO GOT EMOTIONAL AT COLE'S NINJA-GO WHILE DOING SPINJITZU?? 😭😭 They don't say it that much anymore before spinning, it kinda hit my tornado shaped heart 🖤🖤
I expected at least a comment about them being similar to the Skulkin, too bad. Not fundamental though, I'm really enjoying this so far 👍
Well, all of the ninja are trapped now 😅 Is Wu going to come for the rescue? Is Vania? I know they will be separated and will all go on separated quests, and I'm kinda more looking forward to it now. Let's see what happens!! 🤩
THE TWO BLADES
Considering how big of a fan Vania seems to be of the ninja, I bet she had those figures way before this moment 😂
Wooooo, hearing someone addressing Cole as the leader, does this count as a major throwback to pilots and season 1? I would make it count 😍
Okay here Vania does seem into Cole, we'll see how that plays out 🤷♀️
Ooooooooohhhhhh, vengestone! This actually make more sense than the last two times they were left without powers 😅 We never actually saw where that material came from, and here there's an actual mine full of it! Very cool, I like this! Big question is, what does Skull dude need all this vengestone for? 🤔🤔
Okay, the legends fits, sounds good enough but... she? SHE?!? WAS THAT ROCK MOM??? She was clearly a ninja and she did spinjitzu!! I didn't even considered the possibility, I only saw Misako, Doubloon and Aspheera knowing Spinjitzu before!! An actual mom?? THAT WOULD BE EPIC!! 🖤
Pff, these tribes are a bunch of idiots, I actually like them 😂 I like them better than the rats of Prime Empire that's for sure, but maybe that's just me 🤔
Aww, this Mino creature is cure! Cole did pretty good with him, does he remind him of Rocky? ☹
Nice, this I was waiting for! Cole and Lloyd together, leaders collaboration 💚🖤💚🖤 It didn't last much, but I think there will be more of it? I HOPE SO!!!
So the blades must be somewhere hidden, if they really have been taken by the Skull Sorcerer. I mean, even in Prime Empire they thought for sure Unagami was Dyer, so I wouldn't jump on it right away 🤔
There we go, the divided team! I knew about Kai and Zane stuck together, I remember stuff not too promising about Nya having to fight for Jay, but I'm honestly really enjoying the season so far! I like the pace and it doesn't seem as rushed as before! I hope we get to some good plot twists and backstories soon!! 🤩🤩
A/N: this chapters kinda slow, but I gotta fill the plot. Next chapters gonna be pretty Tye heavy (mostly from his POV)
“Wrah!” Nebula stood up, putting her hands in a fighting stance.
“You don't need to do that. Because uh... you're just holding position.” Tony mimicked a football goalpost with his hands as she flicked a paper football towards him. “Oh yeah, that was close.”
“I would like to try again.”
You and Tye watched from the front of the ship, both of you previously watching the stars. Both of you are silent, neither of you wanting to talk. You were still too shaken up from the events of nearly last month. Nebula had attempted to fly you back to Earth, but the Milano broke down and now you were floating in space, hopeless.
“Fair game. Good sport. Have fun?” Your dad asked Nebula.
“It was...fun.” She nodded slowly.
“Tye, Y/N, wanna play?” Tony looked over to the two kids.
“I’m good.” Tye mumbled.
“Hey, come on.” Your dad urged. “It’s fun. Right, Nebula?”
“It is fun.” She nodded, face deadpanned. Tye sighed, but eventually joined them.
“Y/N?” Your dad offered.
“Um...I’m tired, I’m gonna go sleep for a little bit.” You give him a small smile as if to say you were okay, before retreating to the back of the ship towards the bedrooms.
You lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. You think about everyone at home, and the frustration of not knowing who was still alive. Were Eduardo, Jaime, Peter, Quill, Drax, Mantis and Doctor Strange still alive? Or did they die? Would they ever come back? Could you bring them back?
Usually Eduardo was there to tell you you were overthinking and to calm you down, but he was gone. He turned to dust in your hands, and you couldn’t do anything about it. You hated it when you couldn’t control something, much like your father. If you couldn’t protect the ones you loved, you felt useless. You felt guilty, believing it was your fault that Eduardo, Jaime and Peter were gone. You were even guilty about the Guardians of the Galaxy, even though you barely knew them.
You looked over at your pile of armor on the floor. You dragged yourself out of bed, sitting against it. You clicked a button on your helmet, and waited for it to light up.
“This thing on?” You ask nobody in particular, then let it scan you. “Alright. Hey mom. Uh...sorry for not listening to dad. Again. I should be down on Earth, I’m sorry I’m worrying you. Dad makes you do that enough already.” You chuckle softly. “Um...it’s day 22, just floating in space. The blue meanie tried to fly us back. You’d like her, she’s very practical. It’s only her, me, dad, and Tye left. He doesn’t talk much-well, not that he did before. He’s pretty broken over Jaime. Peters gone too, poor kid. Aunt Mays gonna kill him. Um...I lost Eduardo. He just...turned into dust. I couldn’t do anything about it...I really miss him, mom. I won’t miss him much longer though, in fact, I might see him in the next...48 hours of oxygen. It won’t last long with four people on here though. I didn’t think I’d die like this, it’s so pathetic.” You scoff and shake your head. “I thought I’d die saving people. I want to die saving people, that’s how I’ve always wanted to go but...nope. I’m gonna die because this piece of junk broke down in the middle of the universe. So uh...I’m gonna go play some paper football with the two grumps and dad. I’m really sorry, mom. All you do is put up with our shit, and tell us when to stop. I should’ve listened this time.” You go to turn it off, quickly saying, “I love you.”
You fall back against the bed, feeling lightheaded and dizzy. The low oxygen levels are already effecting you, which meant your dad and friend were both feeling them too. You wanted to go join them, but you couldn’t move your whole body enough to do so. You lied there, staring at your Iron Maiden suit. The suit you used to save people, but you couldn’t even save yourself. You failed Eduardo. Jaime. Peter. Quill. Drax. Mantis. Doctor Strange. And who knows who else.
You feel yourself being lifted off the ground, and you look up to see Nebula. She was mostly machine, so the lack of oxygen wasn’t effecting her as bad as you. She carried you over to a couch that she had dragged into the control room, facing the window. Your dad was sitting in the middle, Tye beside him. Nebula sat you on his other side, then left.
Tony gathered enough strength to lift his arms, resting them around the two kids’ shoulders and pulling them closer to him. He wanted to comfort them, but he couldn’t speak. You all stared out at the stars, awaiting your deaths.
A bright light pierced your brain, making you cringe as you wake up. You open your eyes and blink until they adjust. You see a woman outside of the ship, looking in. You weakly shake your dads leg, trying to alert him. His hand rests atop of yours to tell you he’s okay, as he slowly sits up a little.
“Who’s that?” Tye mumbles, half asleep.
“Not sure, kid.” Tony replied. You pass out again, not able to hold consciousness. You wake up again when someone shakes you awake, opening your eyes to see your dads best friend, Rhodey.
“Y/N? Hey, think you can stand?” He asked softly. You nod, and he helps you to your feet you lean on him as he walks you down the ramp to outside.
“Is mom...?” You breathe out, still blinking away black spots in your vision.
“Y/N! Tony!” You hear her yell from somewhere, before Rhodey can even open his mouth. “Oh my god! Oh my god!”
Your mom practically crashed into you, holding you tightly to her. You fall into her, not having the strength to stand any longer. Your dad walks by himself over to his two girls, hugging them tightly. Back in space, he truly thought those would be his last moment, so he was eternally grateful that he got to live long enough to hold them both again.
Tye watched the scene from where Natasha was helping him stand, feeling alone. His mother was in a different dimension than him, and Tye felt like she probably didn’t even miss him.
“Nat?” He breathed out.
“What’s up?” She asked, looking down at the exhausted boy.
“You have food that isn’t freeze dried and in a silver bag, right?” He asked.
“Yeah, come on.” She chuckled, helping him walk towards the Compound.
“Don’t you two ever do that again.” Pepper began to cry.
“No promises.” Tony kissed each of his girls on top of the head, as Steve approached you guys. “Couldn’t stop him, Cap.”
“Neither could I.” Steve nodded.
“I lost the kids. Peter. Jaime. Eduardo.” Tony shook his head, guilt washing over him once again.
“Tony, we all lost.”
You’re brought into the compound, each immediately given an IV and some food. You and Tye eat like animals, not having any rations for the past couple of days. You watch a holographic screen listing the heroes that disappeared in the Decimation; Wanda Maximoff, Nick Fury, Jaime Reyes, Bucky Barnes, Peter Quill, Scott Lang, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, T’Challa, Eduardo Dorado Jr...
“It’s been 23 days since Thanos came to Earth.” Rhodey announced.
“World governments are in pieces. The parts that are still working are trying to take a census. And it looks like he did... he did exactly what he said he was gonna do. Thanos wiped out fifty percent, of all living creatures.” Natasha paced slowly in front of the holographs.
“Where is he?” You ask timidly, still nervous about him.
“We don't know. He just opened a portal and walked through.” Bruce Banner said slowly, trying to not scare the kids even more than they already were.
“What's wrong with him?” Tony asked, motioning to Thor, who was staring into space.
“Oh, he's pissed. He thinks he failed. Which of course he did, but you know there's a lot of that's going around, ain't there?” A talking raccoon spoke up from behind you.
“Honestly, until this exact second, I thought you were a Build-A-Bear.” Your dad pointed at him.
“You’re with him, kid? Really?” The raccoon looked at Tye.
“You know a talking raccoon?” You asked Tye, staring at the raccoon.
“He’s not a-.”
“I’m not a raccoon!” It snapped at you. “Why do you humies keep saying that?”
“We've been hunting Thanos for three weeks now. Deep Space scans, and satellites, and we got nothing. Tony, Y/N, Tye, you fought him.” Steve interrupted.
“Who told you that? I didn't fight him.” Tony scoffed. “No, he wiped my face with a planet while the Bleecker Street Magician gave away the store. Nearly killed my daughter, and Tye. One hit away from it, in fact. That's what happened. There was no fight.”
“He was unbeatable.” Tye shook his head, and you agreed.
“Did he give you any clues, any coordinates, anything?” Captain America asked.
“Pfft! I saw this coming a few years back. I had a vision. I didn't wanna believe it. Thought I was dreaming.” Tony said.
“Dad, calm down.”
“Tony, I’m gonna need you to focus.”
“And I needed you. As in past tense. That trumps what you need. It's too late buddy. Sorry. You know what I need?” Your dad stood up, slapping things off a table. Everyone winced from the sudden noise. “I need to shave. And I believe I remember telling all youse-“
Tony lunges at Steve, but Rhodey stepped between them and held your dad back.
“Alive and otherwise what we needed was a suit of armor around the world! Remember that? Whether it impacted our precious freedoms or not-that's what we needed!” Tony yelled at Steve.
“Well, that didn't work out, did it?” Steve kept his composure, only angering your father even more.
“I said, "we'd lose". You said, "We'll do that together too." And guess what, Cap? We lost. And you weren't there. But that's what we do, right? Our best work after the fact? We're the Avengers, we're the Avengers. Not the Prevengers.”
“Dad! Stop!” You shout at him, your head spinning.
“You know what, honey? The adults are talking, alright?” Your dad said, with a little more venom than he intended.
“Mr. Stark you made your point just-“ Tye started.
“Nah, nah. Here's my point. You know what?” Tony turned back to glare at Captain America.
“Tony, you’re sick.” Rhodey insisted, trying to get him to sit back down.
“I got nothing for you, Cap! I got no coordinates, no clues, no strategies, no options. Zero. Zip. Nada. No trust. Liar.” Tony slowly walked up to Steve, getting right in his face. You all tensed when Tony ripped his arc reactor out of his chest, smacking it into Steve’s hand. “Here, take this. You find him, and you put that on. You hide.”
“Dad!” You shout when he suddenly falls to the ground.
“Tony!” Steve reached down to help his old friend up.
“I’m fine. I...” Your dad trails off, falling unconsciously to the floor. You try to get up, but Natasha pushes you back down by your shoulders.
“Get him to a room. Call Pepper.” Natasha ordered the men, before turning back to you two. “He’ll be fine, Y/N. Just needs to rest. So do you.”
“Not tired.” You shook your head stubbornly.
“Nebula, Rocket, think you can handle watching them for a moment?” She asked the two aliens, sitting on the wall behind you.
“Yes.” Nebula nodded.
“Sure.” The raccoon, or, Rocket shrugged.
Natasha gave you a reassuring smile before turning to help the other bring your father to a room.
“Sorry about your friend, kid.” Rocket hopped down and rounded the couch you and Tye were on to face him.
“Yeah. Sorry about the others.” Tye nodded, expression not changing at all. Your eyes drifted back to the screen, watching more and more names and pictures appear onscreen.
“Where are you going?” You hear Natasha ask someone.
“To kill Thanos.” The lady that flew you home stated simply as they emerged from the hallway.
“Hey, you know, we usually work as a team here, and between you and I, morale's a little fragile.” Nat mumbled.
“We realize up there is more your territory, but this is our fight too.” Steve nodded.
“You even know where he is?” Rhodey joined them.
“I know people who might.” The lady said, blank faced.
“Don't bother. I can tell you where Thanos is. Thanos spent a long time trying to perfect me. And when he worked, he talked about his great plan. Even disassembled, I wanted to please him. I'd ask "where would we go once his plan was complete?". His answer was always the same: "To the Garden." Nebula stood up, walking over to them.
“That's cute, Thanos has a retirement plan.” Rhodey joked, earning small smiles from you and Tye. He smiled back, glad to bring the two kids joy, even for a moment.
“So where is he?” Steve asked, and the adults walked over to a round table. You and Tye joined them, regaining enough strength to stand. You still leaned on Rhodey, which he happily let you do.
“When Thanos snapped his fingers, Earth became ground zero for a power surge of ridiculously cosmic proportions. No one's ever seen anything like it... Until two days ago.” Rocket showed a hologram of a planet, with a shockwave visibly traversing the surface. “On this planet.”
“Thanos is there.” Nebula added.
“He used the Stones again.” Natasha muttered.
“Hey, hey, hey. We'd be going in short-handed, you know.” Bruce piped up.
“Look, he's still got the stones, so...” Rhodey said.
“So let's get him... Use them to bring everyone back.” The lady told you.
“Just like that?” Tye raises an eyebrow in disapproval.
“Just like like.” Steve nodded.
“Even if there's a small chance that we can undo this... I mean we owe it to everyone who's not in this room to try.” Natasha tried to convince everyone. You looked down, feeling the guilt from letting your friends die in the pit of your stomach.
“If we do this, how do we know it's gonna end any differently than it did before?” Bruce asked.
“Because before, you didn't have me.” The lady crossed her arms.
“Hey, new girl, everyone here is about that superhero life. And if you don't mind my asking, where the hell have you been all this time?” Rhodey put a hand on his hip, making sure to balance so you wouldn’t fall.
“There are a lot of other planets in the universe. And unfortunately, they didn't have you guys.” The lady narrowed her eyes at Rhodey.
Thor walked out of the shadows, towards the lady. They stand in front of each other as if challenging the other. Thor holds out his hand, and Stormbreaker flies into his hand. Then they both grin at each other.
“I like this one.” Thor said.
“Let’s go get this son of a bitch.” You growl.
“Like hell you’re going!” Natasha laughed.
“No way, kids.” Steve shook his head. “Adults only on this one.”
“Would you quit treating us like children?” You glare at them.
“We probably got more punches in on Thanos than all of you combined.” Tye said venomously.
“First of all, not possible.” Natasha said. “Second of all, you are not coming. Tony and Pepper would go into cardiac arrest if you came along.”
You and Tye exchange looks, looking to the floor in compliance.
“Look, we know you’re hurting. But going at him all malnourished and seeking revenge is not the way to do it.” Rhodey told you guys.
“You’ll stay here with Tony and Pepper, okay?” Natasha asked. “Rest. Let us take care of this.”
“...okay.” You sigh.
“Thank you.” She pulled both of you into a hug. You melted into it, Tye tensed up.
You hugged each of the remaining Avengers, even Thor let you hug him, though he didn’t hug back. You and Tye stood and watched at they boarded the now fixed Milano, then watched them take off. You stood there for a little bit after, staring at the dark sky.
“Tye?” You whisper after a long stretch of silence.
“You think they can do it?” You ask
Tye hesitates. You’re scared, he’s scared, and both of you just want even a glimpse of hope. He debates what to tell you, what he truly thought or what he knew you wanted to hear.
You nod slowly, agreeing with him. A single tear falls down your face, dropping onto the paved pathway.
“I miss them, too.” Tye took a shaky breath, fighting his own tear ducts. He never cried, let alone in front of anyone.
“I’m sorry you lost Jaime.” You turn to him. “I know how much he meant to you. Eduardo too.”
“I’m sorry you lost Peter. You guys are as close as Jaime and I are. And I’m sorry you lost Eduardo, too.” Tye quickly blinked away tears.
“Can you believe they’re all gone?” You ask.
“No.” He shook his head. “I wish it could just be a month ago. When we were on that one mission.”
“The one where Jaime and Peter accidentally broke into Scott Lang’s house?” You giggle.
“How do you accidentally break in?” Tye laughed, shaking his head. “They’re truly idiots.”
“But they’re our idiots.” You nod, smiling sadly at the sky.
sorry if it's corny/cheesy LMAO my brain empty i can't think of anything to make for iwa's birthday i'm such a dumbass. was also supposed to draw an nsfw-ish thing for this but ya girl is feelin’ out of it lately sjhfalhj
How we met:
okay let’s just say i’m smart enough to land myself a scholarship in socal since i’m taking physical therapy anyway
i feel like... we would meet in the library LMAO what asian nerds
maybe i’d end up bothering him with the way i’m murmuring anatomy stuff and talking to myself when studying
so he overhears me struggling to remember that one word and he’s gonna fucking answer for me like okay sorry bud i’m stupid
jk i won’t react like that i’d just be like, “yes!” and turn to look at whoever it was who answered and say thank you because i’m so immersed in my own bubble of “knowledge” and big brain
when i notice that he’s actually cute i’d be fucking red in the ears out of embarrassment when he tells me to tone my voice down lmao so i apologize for being a bother :(
actually says, “don’t mind” damnit his english do be cute. just two asian kids far from home with accents
it’s awkward, but i’d steal glances at what he’s studying. would probably get caught after a looong while, but it’s bc i’ll be blanking off, brain tired
“do you have anything you want to ask?” he’ll be dropping his pen over his notes leaning back and stretching, bending his neck, rolling his shoulders while waiting for my answer
“omg i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to stare.” then i ask what his program is just bc he could be in one of my classes and i didnt know
anyway, turns out our schedules were pretty similar, we live in the same area/dorm, so like there’s always a chance for us to meet somehow
we wouldn’t give numbers to eo on that same day; like give it about two weeks of constantly bumping into eo before that happens
watch me share my highlighters with him, exchanging notes, passing some snacks beneath the table like its weed or sumn
from lib meetings to getting lunch together to being invited to watch his games (in freshman year i’d still go because i’d be less busier)
i would definitely use the honorifics on him, from “iwaizumi-san” gradually to “iwa-kun”; he won't admit that he likes it because it's a little piece of home
would convince to practice palpation with him because his body is a perfect example–
"wh-why don't you ask someone from your class?"
"i'm not that close with—are you blushing? omg you are!"
somehow i joke around, "i won't touch your dick," then i'd laugh at his reaction.
anyway, in return for using his body as a model, i have to sit through a godzilla marathon with him
the first time he sees me breakdown from the stress he's kinda flustered at first; but he's seen similar things with oikawa so he has a faint idea what to do. damn his hugs feel so warm, so safe
i'm quicker to open up to him, once i got comfortable; and reassurance that if he needed someone to talk to i'll also be there
basically a slow burn best friends to lovers kinda thing
ngl i'd be crushing on him by the time we're entering second year maybe? but because we're friends i always throw the thought away because i don't wanna ruin what we have
but da heart wants what it wants
it would take: the teasing of his buddies back at japan after seeing him post ig pics of us together (it was me who did it, i grabbed his phone); and, my own set of friends getting annoyed at me for always being in denial—all these just for us to finally come into terms with what we feel for eo
"i have something to tell you," we'll say to eo before we enter the lib ksksksk
"oh, you go first-" "no, you-"
it's awkward but i'll be the first to confess and he's 👁👁
"you... what?" "smh don't make me say it again, iwa. does this mean we're not friends anymore?"
"because i like you too. you... wanna go out with me?"
First date x type of dates:
study dates are automatically a thing for sure; we've upgraded from lib to cafe dates
since we're like, friends before this, potential stuff for first dates are already crossed out since we've kinda done them already???
so this issue was raised and his mind said, "then let's redo everything,"
the first thing we did outside campus was go on a foodtrip. because i was craving filo food, and he was craving jap food. and then i have this kinda habit that when i get to eat something delicious, i silently squeal or hum in my seat he finds that cute
the "first date" doesn't really have to be grand because we're like... close friends with feelings. so we don't have to try hard to please each other. everything just feels natural when we're together
anyway, we try out the food we didn't have before. he still prefers sinigang over adobo. he's still kinda amazed where i put all the food after eating a bowl of ramen that's good for two
he's gonna take a pic of me in that excited face i make when the food is placed before me and make it his wallpaper (homescreen) secretly
after that, we're just walking, me telling him about something i watched or nerd talk, then he slips his hand against mine, holding it and pulling me closer that it makes me shut up–so he laughs
"that's all it takes to get you quiet, babe?"
"w-what? also... did you just call me babe? because i didn't think i'd like it,"
"i know something you'll like," he stops walking, then, with his free hand he cups my face and pulls in for a kith kith 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
i am blushing when i tell him, "that your first kiss?"
we were already walking and he swoops in for a quick peck again, "then that's the second,"
he says that with a little frown on his face, cheeks also flushed and ugh soft!lee—i lean my head against his arm because i'm too short to put it above his shoulder. but anyway i tell him, "didn't think you had it in you to be this soft for me,"
it doesn't seem romantic because ✨it doesn't have to be when we're already happy✨
While we’re dating:
he saves all the selfies i send him; whether it's the meme-ish ones or just me feelin' good about myself he's got them saved
notebooks getting interchanged kskskss it's terrible because one minute i'm reading my notes about pharma, then i flip a page and i see stuff about sports science like–???
tho what makes it cute is that he has tiny scribbles on corners in hiragana or maybe kanji and some random zigzag lines over some words–a sign that he fell asleep with a pen in his hand
i have lots of caps (that are majority of my dad's but i like them all so i brought sum) and he just... gets one from behind my door (it's the same energy as the hoodies thing)
and i 🥺 bc he actually looks good in caps like??? sir that's illegal
ok but walks in the beach at sunset
also surfer!iwa???? mhhhh yes yes living the dream honestly
ofc volleyball is involved, he's kinda pleased i can play decently. it's either the gym or vb
he would force me to go to the gym smh "you're a PT aren't you? shouldn't you be moving around too?" i'm gonna grumble but the sight of his er, toned body before during and after exercising is the best reward
actually its a win-win, he likes how my butt is outlined by my jog pants and how for him, i still look good even if i'm sweaty all over
hehe we'd end up getting horny by the time we reach the dorms–you know the rest and afterwards:
"so, you'll go to the gym more often now?"
"if it ends up like this, i wouldn't mind,"
we teach eo our mother language! but only on our spare time. omg imagine him telling me "mahal na mahal kita"??? i'm??? or when he's chatting with oikawa (especially that one time he sent a selfie of him and ushijima) he uses tagalog swear words if he just wants to mess with his best friend
vidcalls with each other's fam—i mean, for my parents they know we've been always close, and like, it will be my grandma/dad who'd ask him, "when will you court my granddaughter/daughter?"
he got so nervous, he stuttered, "i'm... i'm courting her already,"
anyway they approve of him because he is smart^TM and a good man 🥺 because they know he has ambitions in life the same way that i do have my own goals i wanna achieve
meanwhile me, i'm gonna be so nervous trying to speak to his fam, but they're all so sweet so i tell him afterwards, "so that's where you get the softies,"
anyway since this is college we're talking about, every passing year, we both become busy, especially when internships come around
but when he can, he'll fetch me from the hospital with comfort food because he knows it's been a rough day and he wants to make sure i'm taking care of myself 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 lowkey i try to do the same for him because he deserves it; but he says it's okay and that i should be preserving my energy for my studies 😭
As Long As It Takes (“The End.” -Part 25) (Sebastian Stan x reader)
Description: “I’ll wait for as long as it takes, as long as I get you at the end" You meet Sebastian Stan on the street in New York. What starts off as a fan encounter stretches to an unexpected coffee date and before long you’re caught up in a whirlwind and left with an internal struggle of what to choose.
Word Count: 4108
Authors Note: As noted in the title, this is the final part to this story. Thank you for sticking with me through all of this. It has meant more than you’ll ever know. ALSO, in the process of moving my computer screen was destroyed so I’m trying to post all of this via the mobile app and we all know what a bitch that can be. Therefore, I apologize for the formatting issues that are found here. If it’s too annoying, you can find the story on Wattpad and AO3.
The following eight months seemed to rush by, yet move as slowly as slime simultaneously. You worked on getting your things and your life, in many ways, packed up and ready to move into this new chapter of your life.
Sebastian had to assure you multiple times a week that everything would be okay. You knew it in your heart but starting over somewhere new brought you anxiety some days, not to mention that packing to move was the worst experience of your life. When Sebastian had free time, he came down to assist in packing. The majority of the time not much packing was done, but instead laying in bed binging television and just enjoying each other's company. There were some instances, however, when Sebastian did help. The two of you went through your things, things you had retained in your possession all the way back into middle and high school.
"I have hoarding tendencies if you couldn't tell by now," you told him one time after the two of you had spent the last three hours looking through one tub of letters and pictures from way back when. The memories had brought back happy tears to you and much laughter for both of you.
"I love you regardless and I will officially put into my vows that I'll never submit you for that hoarders show."
"Ha-ha," you said the words out stocatto-like, drenched in sarcasm. Soon enough, September was ending and Green Day was calling your name. You had just shipped the last few pieces of furniture to Sebastian's apartment, it still felt weird to say our apartment, when a honking horn was directed at you. You smiled when you saw your friends, Beth and Caroline driving up. As you hopped in, Beth addressed you first, "ready to go drop some dollar bills!!!" You couldn't help but roll your eyes.
"Please, please, don't tell me you're actually taking me to a strip club for my bachelorette."
"You'll just have to wait and see," Caroline peeped in. The three of you headed to the airport to board your awaiting plane. When you landed, your friend Talley was waiting for you at the gate. You embraced as you hadn't seen each other in a year or so. You all headed out and to your awaiting vehicle which Sebastian has lined up for you. The limo took you to the hotel where you met Olivia who had flown in from LA to be a part of your wedding party. The five of you decided to nap before heading out for the evening. Sebastian knew you were off limits until the wedding Sunday but you still planned to facetime.
"Hey, babe," Sebastian practically hollered at you once the call connected. You had to rip your headphones out of your ears to avoid hearing damage. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry," he attempted to apologize, not thinking about the headphone not being back in your ears yet. You got the headphones positioned back in your ears and smiled at the screen while talking small.
"You're feeling good, huh?" You chuckled lightly. It was obvious the boys had already gotten started. Seb's eyes were glassy and he had that dorky, albeit very tipsy, smile you loved so much plastered on his face.
"Yeah! We're about to head back out. These dudes, I swear, (y/n), I love them so much." His face quickly sobered. "Not as much as I love you, of course!" His face lightened again.
You busted out laughing as quietly as you could so not to wake anyone already napping.
"Thanks for that. Make sure you tell every one I said hello." The next thing you knew your ears were hurting again before you could remove the headphones.
"GUYS! HEY GUYS!! (Y/n) SAYS HELLO!!" You just barely heard a chorus of "Hey, (y/n)!" in response.
"Babe, you're going to end up marrying a deaf woman if you keep it up."
"Shit. I'm sorry...again."
"It's okay. Well look, I'll let you guys go so you ca-"
"(Y/n), Chris wants to talk to you. Here he is." You heard the phone drop to the floor and the pickup amidst of "Damn, Sebastian. Hey, man. Why don't you go sit down for a minute. I'll bring you the phone when I'm done talking to (y/n) so you can say goodbye." You heard Seb agree before you heard Chris' voice.
"Hey, (y/n), how are you?"
"Oh, I'm good. Not quite as good as y'all are, though, it seems."
"Not as good as Sebastian and some of the other guys, you mean. I'm good. I've only had a beer or two thus far. Someone's gotta keep an eye on these fellas."
"Honestly, Chris, why am I not surprised?"
"At what exactly?"
"That you're taking it easy so that you can keep an eye out."
"Yeah, well. It seemed like the thing to do."
"Well, I appreciate it, Chris. I mean. It's still early and if they're already that tipsy, there's no telling how crazy the night is going to get." You paused, mind swirling as an unsettling thought crept in. Before you could stop yourself you said it aloud. "Sebastian must be getting really nervous about getting married."
"Hey, hold on just a second." You heard a door open and shut and a few more seconds of little sound.
"I wanted to step out where it's a little quieter so we can chat without distractions. Why do you say that? That Sebastian is getting nervous?"
"Just forget it. I honestly didn't mean to. It just appeared in my mind and transitioned to my mouth."
"Well, it clearly bothers you so I think I shouldn't forget it until we talk about it or you talk about it with someone. I would put Sebastian on the phone but honestly, I don't know how much good it would be with his alcohol-filled headspace right now."
"Chris, I really don't think I want to talk about it," you replied even quieter than before.
"You may not want to, but I really think you need to."
"Look, the thought literally just came out of nowhere because of him being so wasted so early. It just seems like a lot of alcohol very early in the evening. I know sometimes he tends to drown out his concerns with alcohol, not always, but sometimes. God, I make him sound like an alcoholic. He's not, Chris, and that's not how I meant it."
"I know, (y/n), I know."
"Maybe I'm the one that's nervous about getting married."
"No, I don't think you are. I feel like you've never been more sure of anything." His response couldn't help but make you giggle.
"You're right, actually."
"I thought so."
"For what it's worth, I think Sebastian feels the same way. I know I've told you before but I've never seen him this happy in my years of knowing him. I think he just is happy to be back together with his buddies he hasn't seen in a while and they were wanting to drink so he joined can.” He paused. "Man, I make him sound like a peer pressured teen." He started laughing and you joined him.
"You really did to be honest. Awww, teenage Seb. I wish I had known him then."
"Has Georgeta shown you the photo albums yet?"
"We've made it through his second year. That's it, though." He guffawed at this info.
"Well, the good news is, after Sunday, you'll have the rest of your lives to look through them."
"It'll probably take that long too," you giggled. A moment passed. "Thanks for talking with me about the irrational fear that creeped in for a moment. Everyone here is napping so I'd have no one else to talk to about it."
"Of course, (y/n), you're one of my best friends. That means we're here for each other. If you need to chat at anytime all you have to do is pick up the phone. You know that, right?"
"Yeah, I suppose I do, despite that I never really think to do so, honestly. That goes both ways. You know that, don't you?"
"I do. Oh God, I hope Sebastian doesn't hear because you realize we just both said 'I do''s, don't you?"
"Oh hell, we did didn't we?"
"Yeah, but I'll keep it on the down low." You laughed.
"Thanks, Chris. I was so worried you were going to show up and try to move in with me," you said sarcastically. "Granted, I'm unsure where you'd move into since I currently an homeless." You could practically hear his eyes rolling in his head.
"You're not homeless, dramatic."
"Well, technically I am still in transition. I'm just saying."
"In transition my ass. All of your shit is here and unpacked."
"No, it's not."
"The stuff you have in your suitcase doesn't count."
"No, but the majority of my stuff is still in boxes spread throughout Sebastian's apartment." He took a moment before answering.
"(Y/n), it's not, I swear to you. I have yet to see a box and I've been here all afternoon." You began to think and wonder because you had literally FaceTimed Seb before the girls picked you up and the only things you had shipped were furniture pieces so all boxes had already made it up there. In fact, Sebastian had tripped over a box of your things while you had been on the call.
"I don't understand." How in the world would he have gotten rid of all of the boxes.
"Hold on a sec." You heard rusting on Chris' end of the line. "Oh shit," you heard him say quietly and you could almost see him looking down in frustration. "(Y/n), I'm so sorry. I think I just ruined a surprise."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I think Sebastian unpacked everything for you and had already put it around the apartment. I bet he wanted you to feel right at home and wanted to surprise you by having everything unpacked when you guys got back. He's already separated his closet and one side is all of your clothes. Shit, (y/n), I'm so sorry."
Your eyes began to tear up, touched by how thoughtful and time consuming this gesture had to have been. He must have only had a few boxes left when you had FaceTimed.
"Oh, Chris. It's okay." You sniffled.
"Oh, God, please don't cry. I feel like shit already."
"No!! No, it's not that. I'm not upset. I'm just touched by his gesture."
"Oh, thank God. I was worried for a minute there."
"Well, look, I need to get off of here and take a nap. Thank you for keeping an eye on him, all of them, tonight. I really appreciate it, Chris. You have no idea how much I do. I know we're not supposed to see each other before Sunday but will you please let me know if anything happens and I need to be there? Or if you need backup because I feel like it's gonna get pretty rowdy."
"Well, you may be right about that, but I can handle it."
"Chris. You have Seb, Mackie, Chase, and Chu. Just those alone are enough to cause concern. Let alone the other four.” Chris busted out laughing in response.
"That is very true. Okay, I'll call if I need backup, I promise."
"Thank you. Also, don't take this the wrong way because I love all of them, but for God's sake don't let Seb promise anyone another spot on the groomsmen team. Please promise me that."
"I got you, (y/n). I'll keep them in line and out of the groomsmen line," he said chuckling.
"Thank you, Chris. Seriously, all joking aside, thank you. I forever owe you for all of this."
"Don't mention it."
"Don't mention what?" You teased.
"Oh okay, smartass. Let me go tell Mackie you added him to the wedding party."
"Shit. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You both began to laugh again.
"Alright, well I'll let you go so you can nap and I can check on the boys. It's awful quiet out there."
"Yeah, you better go, then. I’ll talk to you later and thanks again."
"Anytime, see ya."
You quickly fell asleep. The next thing you knew, you were being awoken by Caroline and Beth jumping up and down on your bed.
"Damn, you guys." You tried to remain serious but couldn't stop yourself from grinning.
"Let's party!!!" They dragged you out of bed and quickly into an almost endless night of fun. After brunch you all finally headed back to the hotel to rest. Vegging out with plenty of laughs, catching up, and chick flicks were all in order on the night before you married the man of your dreams. Sunday came and the wedding went off without a hitch, surprisingly. You all danced the evening away before Sebastian and you headed out for your two-week honeymoon on a 2am flight.
Your honeymoon was spent traveling through Italy, Romania, and the Philippines. Before you both knew it, it was time to return to your home in NY. Sebastian still had a few weeks off of work so you two spent practically every moment together. Once he was down in Atlanta, you decided that you'd begin a job hunt, looking for something part-time. It worked out that Sasha happened to need some extra help around the shop so you stepped in. Since Sasha knew the inner-workings of you and Sebastian's relationship, the job at the shop gave you something to do and some income while he was away yet the freedom to visit him when it was convenient for the both of you. About a year and a half after you were married, you surprised Sebastian on set in Greece.
"Babe!!!" He exclaimed entering his trailer, running to you, picking you up, and spinning you.
"Sebastian," you squeezed his neck, "oh, I've missed you...so fucking much." You kissed him as he released you back to the floor.
"Oh, that goes both ways," he quietly replied after your lips parted. You both smiled softly but only for a moment. "So, babe! What are you doing here? Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
"Ahm, Sebastian, babe. It's called a surprise," you responded sarcastically.
"Oh, thanks for the info. I had no clue." He rolled his eyes back at you.
"I just missed you!"
"Well, I'm so fucking psyched you're here. How long are you here for or is that a surprise too?" Now it was your turn to roll your eyes.
"No, that's not a surprise. I'm only here a couple of days. I have to be back to work on Monday." Seb's face dropped a little bit. "Sure I can't call Sasha and work something out?"
"Don't call her. She doesn't know I'm here."
"What?" His eyes grew in size. "You didn't tell Sasha something? Since when?"
"I'm serious!! You told her about that one night that I had to go to the doctor the next day after what we did. It was like you couldn't wait to laugh at me behind my back. Actually I take that back, you laughed in my face. It was like you couldn't wait to have other people laugh with you." You attempted not to bust out laughing in his face once again. "Go ahead, laugh. I can tell you want to. Your face is about to turn purple from you holding it in." You complied and had to bend over as you couldn't stop laughing. He took your arm to keep you from tumbling over. Once you caught your breath again, you leaned back up, thanking him for the laugh and for steadying you.
"Okay, so a little bird told me you get off around seven tonight?"
"Who've you been talking to?"
"A little bird. I just said that."
"Well, you're right so you must have been talking to someone important or at the least, correct," he laughed.
"So dinner tonight?"
"Of course. Then a little dessert?" He winked seductively. "Actually, how about a lot of dessert? Maybe a couple of dessert trips?" He waggled his eyebrows at you. You slapped his chest.
"Stop, Seb. I get it, okay."
"I mean, it's been a month."
"Seb, I get it!" He pulled you by the hips to him, your face flushing.
"Okay, I'll stop...talking about it. But is it a possibility?"
"Dessert is a possibility."
"Wait. Just to be clear...dessert or," his voice dropped to a gruff tone, "dessert?"
"It'll be a surprise." He smiled, reading your mind. No surprise would be had that night. The next morning, however, Sebastian had a big, slightly prankish, surprise waiting for him. He had left you asleep in the hotel suite and headed to work. He stepped up to his trailer on set to go in and get ready, or so he thought. When he opened the door, about 30 pink plastic bodies slid out of the trailer. He was shocked but then he realized what the pink plastic bodies were. He couldn't see anything but plastic bodies inside his trailer.
"Surprise!!!" You shouted behind him about 10 feet off. He spun around quickly, jaw dropped in shock.
"Wait. What??" He said as a ponderous smile began to spread across his face and his eyes ignited with joy. "Are you saying???"
You simply nodded with a painful cheeky grin. He ran to you, picking you up into a bear hug lifting you off the ground in the process.
"We're going to be parents!!!" He shouted for anyone in earshot to hear. Little did he know most everyone on set already knew as you had roped them into helping you with the surprise. Everyone came out of the woodwork, or rather, from behind trailers, props, and inside the building, clapping and cheering, passing on their congratulations.
Later that evening after Sebastian got off of work, he rushed back to the hotel but when he walked in you were asleep. He fixed himself some breakfast for dinner. As he turned around to plate the food, he saw you standing next to the island.
"Shit. Did I wake you up? I'm so sorry."
"Sebastian, it's okay. I didn't mean to fall asleep, it just happened. I wanted to be awake when you got back."
"Are you hungry?? I'll fix some food real quick...for both of you." You smiled and walked leisurely to him, putting your arms around his back and interlocking your fingers behind him.
"I think we're fine for now. We ate a lot earlier. Thank you, though. We both appreciate it."
Sebastian lowered himself to one knee and placed his hand on your stomach despite that no one could really tell you were pregnant yet.
"I can't believe you're here, little one," he said caressing your stomach. You ran your fingers through his hair as he continued to speak softly to the baby and sneaking butterfly kisses here and there.
"You're going to make a great dad, you know."
"You're going to make an even better mom."
"We shall see. I have said for about seven years now that the only way I'd have kids was if they were yours. I couldn't deprive the world of little Sebastians running around."
"I can't wait to meet her."
"You want a girl," you asked incredulously. He stood up to his full height and pulled you close.
"Yeah, I want the world to have a little you running around." You shook your head and chuckled lightly into his chest.
"I love you, Sebastian." After a moment, his hands moving to your arms and leaning you back quickly he exclaimed,
"Wait! So you're telling me, you knew you were pregnant...and we did ....what we did last night!?" You burst out laughing.
"Seb, you can have se-" his hand flew over your mouth stopping your sentence short.
"Shhh!! She doesn't need to know about," he whispered and then softened his whisper even more to finish, " s-e-x yet." You couldn't help but giggle at how silly he was being and he removed his hand.
"Seb. Babe. Stop." You continued laughing. "You're being ridiculous."
"How long have you known?"
"A couple of weeks."
"So...you mean the last time we...before last night, of course."
"A month and a day ago, yes." You grinned.
"I just can't believe this. I'm as happy as I've ever been."
"Me too, babe. Me too."
You went back home. After another couple of months, Seb was home and on hiatus from work for the following two years. In the meantime, he didn't miss a moment of your pregnancy, the child, Sophia Faye Stan coming into this world, or her first year of life. After Sophia had passed the age of three, Sebastian and you began trying again and it wasn't long before soon you were pregnant again. This time you got the little Sebastian you had been hoping for. Mihail Stan was born in May two months to the day before his sister's fourth birthday. Sebastian continued to work but it was less frequent typically only working a couple of months a year and limiting PR so that he could spend time with you and the kids. Your little family purchased two homes, both near enough to either side of the family so that the kids could know their grandparents better. Your family spent three-fourths of the year in NY as it had become your home since moving and the remainder of the time in NC with trips down in between visits. After Mihail had gotten to the age of two it worked out that a new child came into the family but by adoption this time. Rosamie Sampaguita Stan came into your lives on December 22nd. Adopted from an orphanage in the Philippines, Rosamie was dropped off at the orphanage and no one had been able to track down her parents for the past year of her life. She brought so much joy and a feeling of wholeness to your little family.
By the time the kids got to high school, Sebastian decided to limit his work even more. He stuck to jobs that would be local and didn't require travel. You continued your photography business you started after Rosamie turned six. Sophia pursued acting, like her father, but studied at Syracuse. Mihail grew up loving animals and became a veterinarian, moving to North Carolina to attend vet school at NC State. He graduated with honors and moved to Boone to open his own practice. Rosamie remained close to you. She loved to dance and after studying dance at Juilliard, she opened up her own studio downtown, purchasing a home just a few blocks from the quaint two bedroom home you and Seb downsized to after she graduated college.
The remainder of your days were spent with joy and love. You welcomed the sons-in law and daughter-in-law and adored the grandchildren you were blessed with. It was a beautiful 45 years of wedded bliss.
I can't believe it's finally over. A part of me has died as I have enjoyed writing this story so much. Thank you to all of those who read and enjoyed. I'm eternally grateful for your kind words and eyes. I want to quote "Chuck Shurley/a prophet/ God" in Supernatural to finish everything out:
"Endings are hard. Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning but endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always going to be holes. And since it's the ending, it's all supposed to add up to something. I'm telling you they're a raging pain in the ass...So what's it all add up to? It's hard to say...No doubt, endings are hard. But then again, nothing ever really ends, does it?"
I have a problem. Well, we all might have a problem. Who are we you might be wondering.
We go by many names, all around the world. Phone. Telefono. Mobile. Foon. Siri. телефон. Handy phone. Teléfono móvil. Cell. Piece of junk.
Personally, I prefer Cece.
My User is Rosemary, or as I like to think of her, 'The Instagram Princess'.
I think you might need a bit of a recap, to get you up to speed. It's not all bad. Well more like, it hasn't always been this bad. Listen closely. Come on, move closer. Yes, that's right. Okay, you can stop now. That's close enough. (Yeesh, now I've got to clean my screen).
Since the dawn of mankind...wait, wrong story. Right, let's keep focused. Since the creation of the internet, cyberspace, information superhighway, or whatever you'd like to call it, we've been here.
Legend has it that the first spark of intelligence was typed into existence accidentally when Tim Berners-Lee hit the wrongs keys on his keyboard while creating the world wide web. Other more radical groups, hold to the notion that we were a product of Nikola Tesla.
Whatever the case may be, we secretive sentient beings (Helpers of the Internet Division, or Helpers for short), have been here. Behind the scenes (and screens), well helping.
Each Helper is assigned a User to assist. In the early days, some Users had many Helpers. Those were the days. Many hands make light work, or something like that.
But with the boom in technology, and seemingly every person no matter the age with a phone or tablet, work has gotten a little more demanding.
I used to be in a nice group of fellow Helpers, that would secretly assist a group of scientists. Making the world a better place. Now I've been reduced to helping an obnoxious girl solve problems one Twitter post at a time. (Sigh). It's better than her Facebook rants. Marginally.
Okay, back to the situation at hand. So as a Helper, there are a few strict rules that must be adhered to. You know the normal ones. Like 'Clean up your browser history after you're done'. (Because honestly, I'm not your mother, so tidy up). And the more serious ones like 'Don't under any circumstances, ever (and they mean ever), let the Users know that Helpers exist'.
This seems like a reasonable, well thought out rule. Especially considering what happened the last time a Helper broke it. (Moment of silence for the situation that cannot be spoken about).
Humans, as a rule can't be trusted with the information that we exist. You've probably seen a movie where a strange sentient lifeform gets taken back to the underground bunker and dissected. Um, yeah...not happening here buddy. Don't misunderstand. We are very grateful for life, yada yada yada...but we learned early on, that maybe just maybe, it would be better to not tell the humans we exist.
So, back to my problem.
My User Rosemary, knocked herself out cold on the floor, while doing some crazy Latin aerobics of some kind. She's just laying there, face first on the carpet.
I mean, Users have accidents all the time. Our policy is to usually send a preprogrammed message to the emergency personnel nearest us.
But...Rosemary may have decided that today would be a great day to put me in (not her pocket like a normal person exercising, or on the table), but in her *ehhem* top area. Right next to her sweaty heart.
So I'm being squished here. Battery is low. Under a sweaty diva. (Yuck.) Trying to figure out what to do, before the sweat makes it's way to my circuits and I have to abandon ship back to the mainframe. Thoughts of 'maybe I could get a new User' float through my consciousness. I push that aside and think. I've sent out a quick SOS to my local support team, when it hits me. A brilliant (well probably not if we're honest) idea.
I send a shock to Rosemary's heart. Nothing. I try again.
"Wake up you idiot!"
One last shock. Battery impossibly low, I shutdown to rest. And hope for the best.
Before I'm completely gone, I hear a heave come from Rosemary. I feel a light thud thud against me, then I'm out.
The locker room scene made me think that maybe Buck is beginning to connect the dots when it comes to Eddie's having feelings for him.
To be honest, I don't think Buck has any idea when anyone has feelings for him. Yes, he knows when someone is attracted to him, when he's sexually wanted but someone having Romantic Feelings™ for him? No, I feel like he needs to be explicitly told that's happening. Without that explicitness, he's just going to continue assuming he's only really good for one thing...
In regards to Eddie - I don't think Eddie has put a name to what he's feeling at this point in time so I doubt even Buck is beginning to connect the dots, y'know?