#so I figured nothing would really change except having a bunk bed
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Anything to make you happy.
(GUYS I KNOW I’VE BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG, I’M SORRY. MY SCHEDULE KEEPS CHANGING BUT I AM GIVING YOU FUEL FOR NOW. I HOPE YOU ENJOY.)
Pairing: Glenn Rhee x gn! reader.
Request: Him getting you comic books on a run, a cute small lil drabble.
AN: I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it. I honestly couldn’t describe how much I like Glenn as a character. He’s so comforting :((
Please keep the requests for him coming in!! I would love to write more for this guy!
Warnings: Nothing too bad. There are general descriptions of an apocalypse and the consequences of one. Little mentions of death (not Glenn or the reader.)
This also might be very long as I like to add in moments between other characters as well as the main one it's centred around, so... Yeah, get yourself comfortable.
An apocalypse is something people can prepare for depending on the amount of time they have. They can get food supplies, weapons to protect themselves, extra clothes if needed.
But the one thing people don’t think about in that moment... is entertainment.
I mean, sure, if the world was ending right in front of your eyes, having something to do when you were bored wouldn’t really be something that would be on your mind. Except...
What happens when that time does come?
Your group had finally secured a place to stay after moving around for weeks on end. You went from house to house, neighbourhood to neighbourhood, and even in a literal circle because of the events of the farm.
But now you had something.
You had a home.
The only downside, however... was that the place was in fact a prison. Meaning that you had to live whatever life you had left inside a prison cell.
At least in this world, it was optional.
You currently found yourself residing in the cell that you chose. You were sitting on the lower part of one of those bunk beds, with your back leaning into the cool stone wall that the bed was up against.
The answer to the previous question of ‘what happens when the time of boredom comes’ in your case, was reading.
Well, it wasn’t like you just pulled out a full on novel and started following these characters on an emotionally descriptive journey that never left a thought unknown.
They were comic books.
The last contact you have with your previous interests before this whole zombie invasion thing.
You flick onto the next page, wide eyes concentrated and eager as they scan over the action taking place across the smooth paper. An edition of a Batman series you used to follow growing up.
It may have been the same scenario over and over again. You know, some form of evil occurs or someone turns bad, makes a racket, and may even take someone to get Batman’s attention.
But every single time... he gets there.
The moment there is that feeling of success from the evil doers, or that sense of surrender from the hostage taken to rile people up, he appears and fights until things are safe again.
He barely gives up, and even when he does, it just shows you that he’s human. He’s just-
“Y/n, hey,”
When the sound actually caught your ears, you began to blink rapidly. The action scene that was previously playing through your head began to fade away until your focus now landed on a figure that stood in the doorway. Your doorway.
Glenn smiles for a second, waiting for the book in your hand to lower before he continues on, “Uh... Daryl is planning to go on a run in like five minutes? And-- And I’m going to go with him.” the man explains with a few nods of his head as if trying to convince himself of what he was saying.
Now because of an introduction like that, you were expecting some sort of implication, or a reason as to why he was telling you this...
However, nothing else was said.
After staring at the man for at least five more seconds, your eyes narrow, “... Why are you telling me this?” Glenn blinks for a moment. Probably replaying the last few minutes in his head before his eyebrows raise, “Oh, I, uh... Sorry, would you.... Do you want to join us?”
“That’s what I was going to... ask.”
You suppress a smile, giving the guy a few nods of your head in attempts to ease him a little, “Um, I kind of said that I would help Rick with the farming today already... I mean, I can get someone else to do it, I’m pretty sure Carl would--”
“No, no, no, that’s fine! That’s fine!” Glenn suddenly insists with his hands held out in front of him for further emphasis, “That’s-- That’s okay, um...”
“I’ll see you later then, huh?” the guy continues while you watch in amusement, finally letting a smile take over your lips when he looks back one more time, “I hope you enjoy your... Wait, is that-- Is that a Batman comic book?”
Glenn’s entire body twisted in a matter of seconds after the words left his lips, and before you could even properly answer, he was sat down on the bed beside you, taking the book right out of your hands.
“Uh... Yeah, it is,” you confirm regardless of your confused state, just watching as Glenn flipped the book round so that the cover was visible in front of him. “Whoa, it’s in great condition,” he then points out before turning to you with narrowed eyes, “I didn’t know you liked comic books.”
“What?” you question almost instantly while you lean back a little, making Glenn feign fear as he gave them back, “I don’t know! It just-- I mean, no one else here likes comics, apart from Carl.”
“Besides, I’ve never... actually seen you read one... Ever. Not even back at the camp.” he adds on, and you let your fingers lightly graze back and forth across the book spine, “That’s mostly because I’m scared of ruining it.”
“It’s the last connection I have with my previous life.”
You know, whenever the topic of the world before the apocalypse came up, barely any of you had anything to say. It was mostly because it would end up with people having an existential crisis, but what else could you do about it?
There was a sudden sigh that passes through your lips after a moment. Your eyes flickered over the book in your grasp, it now being Glenn’s turn to watch, “It is my last one though,” you start up once again and turn to look at the guy beside you.
“Gotta make it count, right?”
The guy in question held no response. His eyes were practically glued to the comic book you held to the point that you thought he was going to make it float in the air or something.
“Glenn?” you question with a mild tilt of your head, becoming a little concerned at the lack of movement, but that at least mildly faded when his expression changed.
It was this sort of smug look that spread across his features. Like, he had this thought inside his head that he knew would gain praise if he said it... But he never did. “Shame.”
Without anything else, the man abruptly began to move.
He ducks his head a little and quickly pulls himself towards the edge of your bed before getting his body upright, all the while you just stared in utter confusion yet again, “What... Uh, Glenn?” you call out to gain at least a little bit of insight...
But he just walks out of your cell.
“See ya.”
~~~
The sun was right in the middle of the sky.
It was strong, every beam from that star spreading warmth across anything that the rays touched.
Especially your back.
You were doing what you previously said, which was helping Rick with the farming. The man himself had duty over the seeds, while you were the one doing the actual heavy work.
The tip of the garden hoe in your hands was placed against the dirt about a meter away from your feet. You took a moment, making sure that the tool was in the right position, letting it dig slightly in, before pulling it towards yourself.
Thus creating a small, shallow trench.
Once happy with your previous work, you let yourself move to the side, allowing Rick to do his part of the job.
Which he indeed did.
The man picked up one of those little pouches of seeds that the other guys managed to grab on a run, and began to sprinkle the little things throughout the newly dug line at an even distance, “Now,”
“I may not have experience when it comes to gardening, but,” Rick began with that usual gruff voice of his and leans back when he’d fully emptied out the small pouch, “I think within the next few weeks we will have some vegetables.”
“Or a new decoration for the yard,” he then adds on with less confidence, and you let out a mild scoff in response.
The two of you share a look, grins appearing on both pairs of lips, before you move back to the trench, using the smooth side of the hoe to reposition the dirt.
You let the tool in your hands drag down the new line of soil on the side, which in return covered up the seeds. And once at the end, “Or...” you dug the head of the hoe into the ground right beside it. “You could just look at the packet...”
“If you’re not too sure, that is.”
Your right arm was placed on top of the garden tool’s handle, the weight of your tired body now leaning onto it, while you wiped your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand.
It was now his turn to scoff.
The man shook his head, giving you a look of fake annoyance which ultimately failed as a smile curled at his lips yet again, “Yeah,”
“I guess you’re right.”
Before either of you could say anything else, there was a certain thing that you spotted beyond Rick’s shoulder.
It could barely be seen, considering the distance between both you and the oncoming thing. But it could be heard.
A motorbike.
Your face lit up in an instant. Your once tired and slightly nagging self fading away all at once as the sudden want to run surged through your veins.
And the moment Rick had turned back in your direction after looking at the bike himself, your eyes were on his, begging for permission to succumb to your feeling, but also apologising as it would leave him to do the work by himself.
“Go,” was all he said with a mild tilt of his head, and your feet moved before your brain did.
You did manage to get a “thank you” out to Rick when you ran past him, however, since you weren’t focused in that moment, you had no idea if he had actually heard.
Your legs were quick, one foot moving right after the other, while your eyes stuck on the transport coming closer and closer to its final destination.
However, it was far enough that you could make a quick pit stop at the barrel of water just on the outside of the farm area. There was a need to get the sweat and dirt off your warm skin anyway.
You shoved your hands in the cool liquid, swishing them round for about a second and even splashing some on your neck. But then you were on the move once again, wiping your hands on your trousers to get rid of the excess water.
It took you a moment to get to the first gate as you were kind of in the middle of the field, but thankfully someone was already there giving you a head start.
“Let’s go, Carl!” you yell out as the kid began to slide the huge gate open, trying to give him some sort of praise while also trying to distract the walkers from the incoming delivery.
Once the opening was now enterable, both you and Carl were quick to run through. “Okay, okay-- I’ll get the ropes, you get the gate,” you instruct, patting the kid on the shoulder before carrying out your mission when he showed an understanding.
Your feet skidded against the gravel underneath you in a matter of seconds when you got to the second gate, not even giving yourself a chance to take a proper breath as you hastily grab at the ropes without a moment to spare.
It was a new system. A reinforcement added after the whole Woodbury thing to ensure a safer entrance and exit.
It wasn’t much, but it was as good as it was going to get.
“Go, go, go!” Carl calls to you when he got the gate unlocked, and as soon as he started to pull it to the side, you had begun moving yourself.
The rope in your hands was yanked down in such a way that had your body practically floating as you used your weight to pull at it. And soon enough, after about a minute, the new doors began to open.
Your teeth were gritted, your arms were growing tired and the pungent smell of rotten flesh became practically the only thing in the air. But that wasn’t going to make you lose your focus.
Because as soon as those red doors hit against the lines of wooden spikes behind it with a whine that echoed through the visceral growls from rotten bodies, the bike made its way through, “All right, Carl! Move it back, move it back!”
With one last pull to the ropes, that felt like they had cut off your circulation, the set of blood covered doors closed right as the walkers had finally found out that it was an entrance.
You let out a huff of air, giving your now extremely tired arms a shake while Carl made sure that the official gate of the prison was completely secure.
“Good job,” was all that you said, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder, which in return earned you one of his small smiles, probably more grateful of the fact that you didn’t call him a kid.
And with that, you were off once more.
The motorbike had stopped outside the first gate that you opened, and as soon as your eyes caught onto the figures that appeared with it, a smile returned to your lips.
They made it back.
A feeling of pure relief was passing through your veins when you watched Glenn hop off the back of the bike. He was unharmed and looked the exact same as he did this morning... with the additon of walker blood, “D’you guys have fun?”
But he was alive.
The guy smiled when he saw you, that light energy he always carried when in a good mood just radiating off of him, which is something that everyone who knew Glenn enjoyed, regardless of if they admitted it or not.
“Hey,” he breathes out when you were finally close enough, letting one of his hands raise up to your opposite shoulder once your body had concluded its movements next to him.
“Was it successful? Did you get good stuff?” you question, looking between the two boys while mirroring Glenn’s position, and Daryl slightly snorts before twisting round to take one of the backpacks attached to his bike, “Well...”
“Considering that this guy right here almost got himself taken out just to grab something,” he starts up through a voice that turned into a grunt halfway through when he pulled himself back into his previous position, “I would hope so.”
Sorry... What?
“Hey! You said you weren’t going to tell anyone!” Glenn points out after huffing out a breath, removing his hand from your shoulder to snatch the backpack from Daryl while you could only stare. “Oops.”
Your eyebrows were raised, lips parted with many sets of words aching to pass off the tip of your tongue until you finally decided. “Wha... You what?”
Glenn sighs when he saw Daryl’s amused expression. He gave him a playful yet meaningful glare, but then he steps towards you, letting his hand reside itself on your back once close enough before giving you a push as a signal to move.
This man better explain himself.
~
Back in your cell, as weird as that sounds, the pair of you sat on the old, ragged bunk bed. Both yours and Glenn’s legs hung over the edge of the tattered mattress which had sunk from the weight of two bodies after so long of nothing.
The man beside you was talking. Finally letting that story of his spurt from his lips, in a very dramatised manner.
“No, there was literally nothing! We didn’t see anything or hear those... those weird zombie noises-- I mean, Daryl didn’t even sense it or whatever.” Glenn ensures with frantic hands. Reliving the moment, “It just... All I did was reach for something.”
“That’s it... I looked at it and then went, ‘oh wow, you know? This-- This is exactly what I’m looking for’ and then BOOM! Walker.”
Even though this man was in fact talking about a near-death experience, there was a tinge of amusement that appeared in your chest. The frantic movements, the stumble of his words, the expression he held on his face.
He knew how to tell a story.
“Well, I’m glad Daryl was there then.” you comment before slightly turning your head, shielding the smile that begged to appear on your lips.
“What-- I mean, yeah... I guess,”
“But I could have got out myself.” Glenn points out, mildly offended at the lack of faith his best friend seemed to have in him, but you simply raised an eyebrow in his direction, “Could have? Meaning... that Daryl did save you.”
After going to speak, the man paused. His parted lips maintaining their position before they came to a close, while Glenn’s eyes averted from your own once you had faced him like before.
“Well... Again, yeah...” he began reluctantly before sighing, “But look, I was in an awkward position, okay?”
“I had the lower hand, I admit, however, it was literally grabbing at me from the other side of a shelf. I got jump scared!” Glenn exclaims, his voice raising in pitch, especially when your head jokingly shook, “I mean, I have played many horror games in my time-- Many, but nothing-- Nothing! Could’ve prepared me for that.”
The certainty in both his voice and his expression had your head shaking once again. It really was maddening to hear someone explain an experience like that in such an entertaining way.
... However, that feeling of amusement seemed to fade by the time your eyes were back on Glenn.
There was a new emotion that took over his face. It was unreadable at first; his gaze aimed towards a wall, lips closed, shoulders slightly sunk.
A memory.
“What are you thinking about?”
The question seemed to take a minute to process in Glenn’s mind. He remained as he was for about another second before he slightly leans back, a quiet exhale seeping between his lips.
“Uh,” he began through a sigh after closing his eyes with a shake of his head, “Nothing... Sorry, It’s nothing, it’s just... It was a weird moment.”
“Yeah, well, that’s understandable.” you point out before the cell could fill with silence again, “I mean, getting attacked by those things isn’t supposed to be fun, is it?” you then add, the continuation thankfully gaining a slight smile in response, “No.”
“No, no-- I know. I know... but.” Glenn insists, clasping his fist in his other hand, “It just made me think about all the times that things like that happened to other people, you know? And... How they weren’t lucky.”
“Or how some didn’t even have the chance to react, or--”
Those dark eyes had finally fallen to yours again, the expression on your face making him realise that he may have started to ramble.
He put his hands up all of a sudden, another sigh of air passing out his mouth when his palms reach up to his face, “Sorry! Sorry-- Oh, man, I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.”
“Hey, no,” you say quickly, placing a gentle hand on the top of his thigh before you could even think, “Glenn, listen, It’s fine! It’s a big thing to process... You’re doing great.”
Glenn kept his hands to his head, clearly still feeling the guilt regardless of what you said, but nonetheless the words prompted him to at least turn his face in your direction.
“Did you get what you were looking for, at least?” you question simply once his eyes met your own. It was an attempt to distract him, change the subject, so he could move on from self-pity...
However, you seemed to have created something much different.
Glenn sort of stared at you for a second. He blinked once... then again... and again, “Oh...”
Suddenly, his eyebrows raised, realisation stricking in those dark brown eyes before they began darting around the room like he was trying to find an invisible fly, “Oh-- Oh, the thing!”
“The thing-- Oh, hold on!”
There was not a single chance to get a word in yourself, as before you could even open your mouth to speak, his body had sprung up from the stiff mattress and hurled through the cell door.
“Gle-- Glenn?” you called when your eyes had caught up with your mind, but by the time you poked your head out of the cell for an answer, he had disappeared behind the curtain that hung in front of his own.
“Glenn?” you attempted again. Confusion was stretching across every feature on your face in a matter of seconds, and it wasn’t leaving anytime soon, as within the next second, the man himself reappears with a bag in his hands. “What is it?”
Inevitably, you were left without an answer. In fact, the only response you got was a grin forming on Glenn’s lips, and then he began to, gently, push you back into the cell.
At this point, you couldn’t even be bothered to question the man as he sat you back on the bottom bunk.
He retook his spot next to you with an eagerness that left your eyebrows furrowing, watching him unzip the pack as soon as it was in front of him for whatever mystery lay within.
And the next thing you knew, literally after blinking once, his hands were held in your direction, palms balancing an item that took a second for your brain to process.
However, even when it did, Glenn suddenly put a hand on top of the first thing and pushed it which lead to multiple other items spreading out underneath until it looked like a fan.
Comic books.
“Some are for me, so don’t go stealing all of them,” Glenn chimes in while the cogs in your brain finally turned the right amount, and after staring at the books like you just saw Jesus, your eyes went up to meet his. “Holy shit.”
“Holy shit, man! No way!” Within seconds, the books were in your hands. You flicked through them one by one, staring at each cover in absolute awe at the condition they were in. “They look great!”
“Man,” Your head shook, many emotions flooding through your head as you looked back at Glenn, who looked very chuffed with himself, might I add. “You almost died for these?”
“Hey, I mean, it was worth it, wasn’t it?! Like I said, these weren’t just for you.”
“And anyway, people would usually just say thank you, instead of taking a personal dig at the giver,” he then adds on in defence, even placing a hand over his heart as if you hurt him there.
A huff of air filtered out from your lips as you tried not to smile. But after looking at him for another second, however, it seemed to have failed.
With a mild shake of your head, you place the books, so that they sat in a pile to your side, before your arms decided to reach out towards Glenn.
A movement that had him reciprocating within seconds.
Your head landed on his shoulder when your arms were finally around each other. Even though there was no one to see it, that smile never had a want to leave their place on your lips.
“All right,” you say after a sigh, repositioning your head so that it was in the crook of his neck, “I will say thank you for risking your life for such incredible art...” Glenn’s body shook you as he tried not to laugh, “Just don’t do it again.”
“You’re welcome.”
You pull yourself out of the hug after the echo of his voice, “Seriously,” Your eyebrows were raised, each hand placed on each of his shoulders as you looked right into his eyes, “It’s like when I stayed with my grandparents.”
“If you showed even a smidge of happiness when you ate something in that house, the next thing you knew, there was like a hundred packets of it in the cupboard and the fridge.”
“Oh my god, I know, right?” Glenn beamed when a memory of his own struck his mind, and now the two of you were sat laughing in remembrance of the past.
Even the little moments were things people didn’t expect to miss.
“For real though, Glenn. Next time either take me with you, or don’t even try,” you began once the amusement had managed to die down, your eyebrows raising once again to make sure he got the message.
And he did. That sweet smile of his reappeared just for you, with the addition of little nods of his head.
“Okay.”
~~~~~
Seriously, I hope you guys enjoyed this.
I’m watching the walking dead... Again. I’m on like season 5 now and I can’t stop looking at Glenn.
ANYWAY, please send in more requests if you want them. There seems to be a lack of Male reader stuff when it comes to twd fics, so feel free to send me ideas if you want that changed, or just some more gender neutral fics!
Thank you for reading!- Alex :)
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Should’nt have.
Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!Reader
warning : mc death, fluff to angst
1774 words
Ghost was never an open man, he made some little here and there exception in the past for… let’s say, one particular Scottish man. But after he got K.I.A Ghost has changed. Other than Price and Gaz. No one in the Task Force 141 knows nothing about him and he knows nothing about anyone. He doesn’t care to know a thing about other recruits if he doesn’t have to.
He vowed to himself that from that day he won’t let it effects him. He likes to believe that he doesn’t want anyone to get closer to him because it will effect his mission but deep down he knows. Inside the walls he created to protect his own heart, there was a scream. A very scared one.
Something inside him was scratching him from behind those walls. If he let it out it will scratch him from inside out and will eat him alive until there’s not a single blood left in his body. He’s afraid of losing someone he cares so deeply for and someone who makes his life a little more brighter. He couldn’t afford that to happen again.
He was fully capable of doing so until you joined the TF 141. At first you were annoying in his eyes. Way too annoying. Always has something to say, always so caring and gentle. It itches his mind so much. Even after he snapped once and ended up yelling at you because you refused to leave him and go to the RP alone. Yet here you are, trying to make a silly light-hearted conversation with him in the middle of the mess hall. “you know sharks don’t have bone, Lt?”
“No” He simply said it. He never speak to you more than he has to. Usually you would keep going, ramblings about it with or without his reply. But today after a simple denied from him you went quiet. Perhaps he pities you, perhaps he wants to know more about sharks, you would never know. But the truth is, he just likes hearing your voice.
“Tell me more about it, sergeant” A soft smile creeping up on your face then you proceeded to tell him why Sharks don’t have bone. He didn’t look at you directly but a man like Simon will always know it. A tiny little smile formed at the corner of his lips but it was concealed by his balaclava. You have no idea how many times he unintentionally smiled while he was listening to you.
It was always like this. You and him sitting together, he barely says anything and you never fail to keep the conversation going.
one month,
three months,
five months had passed.
You found yourself laying on his laps talking about your day while he was caressing your hair carefully as if every inches of you are so fragile he might break it with one wrong move.
“Can I ask you a question?” You said, looking up to meet his beautiful hazel gaze. His eyes meet yours back and gave you a silent nodded. “Do you like it when I call you Simon or Lieutenant more?” A soft chuckled you couldn’t see appeared behind his balaclava. “Simon” He replied, tucking a part of your hair back behind your ear. “But it’s better if you call me Lieutenant in front of everyone” He added. You nodded with full understanding. No one really knows about you two yet. They might have figured out you both have some sort of relationship going on but that’s about it. They didn’t know how much night has been spent with you and him in his bunk bed cuddling, hugging and thousands of words coming out from both mouths saying how much each other’s mean to them in their own way of expressing it. They didn’t know you both were this close.
One day the TF 141 was sitting together in the briefing room with Price standing in front of them, telling the task force about how he planned this mission. Turned out that you, Gaz and a couple of new recruits have to help rescue a hostage from Makarov men.
Of course as this whole secret relationship has developed more and more as each days have passed causing Ghost to protest. When everyone including you left the briefing room he immediately walked toward Price and asked if he could come with Y/n. He gave Price all of the reasons he could ever think of. It is a very dangerous mission and he was very worried for you. And as cliché as it was, Price denied.
He left the room frustrated, but he kept his cool. “bloody hell…” He murmured to himself then a sight of you walking passed him caught his eyes, he grabbed your hand and dragged you away to his bunk. You didn’t have a chance to protest. Not that you will anyway. So you let him. “what’s going on, Simon?” You asked as soon as his bunk’s door closed, your brows furrowed in confuse in his suddenness. “Be careful in your next mission, don’t try to be a hero and save every soldiers in sight. Save yourself first, got it?” He said in a demanding tone. He was serious. He knows how dangerous Makarov men can be, especially for a recruit like you who only joined task force 141 for only a year. He trusted your skill with his whole heart but obviously you didn’t have enough experiences for this mission in his perspective. “I will, I promise to look after myself first” You tiptoed to his height and gave him a quick kiss. It didn’t do much, he will be worried regardless any method you use to reassure him at this point but at least you promise to look after yourself first to him. “we will end up here, sitting next to each other, like we always do” You grabbed his hands then traced the back of his fingers softly. Sincerity in your tone made him more calm. He didn’t say anything more but trying to clear his mind and tell himself everything is going to be alright.
But it didn’t.
All he had to do was to go against Price command and went with you. But that’s not him. But he should have. So that you would still be sitting next to him right now just like you said. He blamed Price, he even blamed god, he blamed that one recruit who made a mistake while they were on a mission and causing you to be the one who’s laying beyond the ground right now. But no matter how much he blames someone else, he blamed himself even more. He is the one that couldn’t protect you. He should’ve known it was too dangerous for you and you wouldn’t make it out alive. He wasn’t even there for you when you got shot. Hell, he was busy helping someone else who he knows is capable of completing the mission alone.
His hands gripped your dog tag so tight that if his hands isn’t so thick it might have bleed already. A tear slipped through his eye it fell on his balaclava causing a tiny wet spot under his eyes area. A scent of you were all around him. You spent your time so much in his bunk to the point where all of his belongings smelled like your perfume. The one he told you it smelled too sweet for him but now he wished to smell it from the crook of your neck more than ever. He couldn’t escape you. Not that he wants to. His closet still had some of your clothes, at the top of his bunk bed there was a small dried flower you picked up for him in the forest when you were on a mission back in the past. You told him to get rid of it and that you will find a new one for him since the one he had didn’t look good anymore. Thankfully he never did.
His gaze caught a similar face, it was your picture under his pillow. It must’ve slipped out when he destroyed the bunk after he heard the news.
‘Lieutenant, I think our mess hall has the nastiest food, how did you stand it’ You, after your three months in TF 141. Oh, to hear that voice of yours again.
‘Lieutenant, what if when we called an air strike on them while they’re shitting? wouldn’t that be the worst way to die?’ To be able to hit your head slightly for making a dumb joke again.
‘Lieutenant, can you help me train? I feel like I couldn’t catch up with the rest of the team’ To be able to touch you and making memories with you again.
‘I love you, Simon’ You, the first time you said you love him. He didn’t say it back, he never did. ‘I know’ You always added it after saying how you love him. He is a man of action and you know that.
You know he loved you.
His heart ached. All he could do was buried his face on the black shirt you left in his closet, grabbed it tight like it will disappear as soon as he let it go. You weren’t here anymore. You were gone. How could he accepts that? He once lost a dearest friend of his now he lost the love of his life. Why him? Why everyone he loves?
Your voice still ringing in his head over and over like a reminder that you were here. Your little giggling, your gentle touch on his shoulder when he was stressed. Your tiny face snuggling into his embrace at night.
No more of that.
Everything about you were gone now he was left with only your scent lingering around his bunk, memories he made with you in his mind and a picture of you.
A thought hit his mind causing him to shake, his breath became more heavier. What if one day he forget your voice, forget the way your touch felt on his skin, forget the look on your face. What if one day your scent fades away from his bunk, from his closet, from your clothes.
The thought of everything about you fade away from him entirely made his knees weak, his body was trembling on his bed.
“Please”
All he could do at the moment was begging and begging to someone. But there was no one.
He was left alone with his own thought, on the bed with the scent of you.
Which he knew wouldn’t be there forever.
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Like A Girl (Like A Man)
Shifty Powers x OFC
Bonus: Tommy's Family Tree
Summary: Well, the other men probably isn’t the right thing to say.
A/N: I was going to post something from Shifty's pov last week because of his birthday, but school has been a nightmare lately. So here it is - late
Warnings: none
Taglist: @mrs-murder-daddy @latibvles @liebgotts-lovergirl @lieutenant-speirs
Camp Toccoa, 1942
If there’s one thing that Shifty Powers prides himself on, it’s his powers of observation.
Sure, quite a few of the men that he’s met since joining the army are smart, quick, and know how to read someone, but Shifty tends to notice the little details. All the skills that he uses on his walks in the woods – sharp listening, keen eyesight, patience – can be applied to people just the same as they can be to nature. He would like to think that he’s watchful enough to have figured out the little things about most of the men in his company.
But pride goeth before the fall.
Except for one or two of the men who snore, the barracks are quiet. The night is still. Crickets are chirping outside the window in the peaceful night. He should be asleep just like everyone else. Yet his mind wanders.
Tommy is on the top bunk a few beds away. Probably sleeping soundly, like all the other men.
Well, the other men probably isn’t the right thing to say. Based on his – her? – calm reaction earlier, she doesn’t seem to realize what she said. What she maybe admitted to.
Matthew agido’i. Matthew, my sibling of the opposite gender.
Shifty couldn’t help but blink in surprise at the mistranslation. But Tommy didn’t seem to catch himself – er, herself. And when Tommy turned to face Shifty, he couldn’t help but see his friend in a new light. One that made someone he was once so sure of make a whole lot more sense.
He could kick himself, honestly, for not having realized it sooner. Tommy has never changed or showered in front of anyone. Besides Joe Liebgott, who voiced his wonder about it aloud, Shifty can’t think of anyone else who’s noticed. Then there’s the way Tommy sometimes sneaks around the buildings where the nurses and medics train. He used to think – no, to assume – that he was flirting with the nurses. Now he figures that she was most likely looking for health sponges or something of the sort.
Of course, there are other things he should have noticed: the delicate lines of her lips, the way that her voice sometimes rises in pitch when she gets excited and talks quicker than usual. It was all right there . . . and somehow, Shifty didn’t notice.
Unless he’s wrong. He doesn’t think he is. All the evidence seems clear, now that he really takes a moment to study it. It just doesn’t seem likely that he’s overthought this whole thing or made something out of nothing.
Tommy is still Tommy. At least, to everyone else, anyway. Shifty isn’t going to say anything – he wouldn’t do that to her. There’s probably a reason that she’s done . . . whatever it is she’s trying to do.
She’s still his friend. And as far as Shifty is concerned, a friend is someone that you’re willing to keep a secret for.
#*posts this and then runs away*#band of brothers#band of brothers fanfic#shifty powers x ofc#shifty powers#shifty powers x original female character#oc zenie mcglamery#my writing#like a girl (like a man)#hbo war
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Lonny Eagleton's Sister Andy Biersack x Sarah Eagleton Part 3
After finishing the second nightmare on elm street it was getting late, so they decided that it was time to go to bed so that's what they did of course changing into PJs well Sarah did, Andy just wore jogging bottoms which of course Sarah didn't mind she went into the bathroom and changed into her pjs and then headed to the bunk where she was sleeping leaving the curtain open and lies down looking over at Andy and she speaks up saying to him, "Goodnight Andy I'll see you in the morning." He looks over at her smiling saying, "Goodnight sweetheart and sweet dreams." They both lie down on their sides facing each other of course both leaving the curtains open.
Sarah's PJ set
After trying to get to sleep for the last twenty minutes, neither of them could get any sleep as they both kept tossing and turning, then Andy had noticed that Sarah was still awake and so he quietly speaks up asking her, "Hey I'm guessing you can't get any sleep?" Sarah looks over to him and says, "Yeah I can't and I have a feeling neither can you?" Andy speaks up and he says, "Well why don't you come and lay with me if you would like too?" Sarah smiles a little and she slowly and carefully gets out of the bed and goes to Andy who has moved over so that she could join him and then she lies down beside him, he leans over and closes the curtain so that they could both have some privacy but she didn't mind. Sarah ended up putting her head on his chest and his arm wrapped around her waist she just laid there listening to his heart beat and then slowly fell asleep.
Of course Andy was unaware and then he starts whispering to her saying, "Look I know we've only known each other for a few years, but it feels alot longer and well there's something I've been meaning to tell you, but guess well I never had the courage until well now and so here goes I have these feelings for you since we first meet and I guess I was nervous to tell you how I feel but I was so nervous to tell you." But when he doesn't get a response that feels like he has just been rejected but then he hears small snores he relaxed when he figured out that she had fallen asleep so he smiled and kissed her on the forehead and he eventually went to sleep.
It was the following morning and they had arrived at the next destination and everyone was already awake the girls had finished getting dressed and decided to go and do some exploring promising the guys that they would be carefully and safe, if anything was to happen that either of them would ring one of the guys, of course the girls both also promised to be at the show tonight, after the girls had gone Lonny went to speak to Andy who was chilling on the couch and he sits down speaking up asking him, "So what happened last night with you and Sarah?" Andy looks over to Lonny and he says, "Nothing really happened yeah we shared a bed together but honestly didn't do a thing well except we cuddled and I told her how I felt."
Lonny has a smile on his face waiting for the exciting news that is until Andy continues speaking saying, "But at first I thought she rejected me but thankfully I was wrong turns out she fell asleep, but to be honest I am not sure she heard if she didn't I'll try again." Lonny nods his head unaware that Sarah and her best friend Charlotte was having the exact same conversation and as they walked down the street after doing a bit of shopping, Charlotte is shocked and happy about what Sarah had just told her and she says, "So wait Andy tells you how you feel but you pretended to be asleep why, thought you felt the same way?"
Sarah and Charlotte's Outfits and Hairstyles
Sarah sighs and says, "Yeah I do to be honest I have no idea why I did, if I'm being honest I wanted to tell him how I felt but i don't know I guess, I just chickened out but he is really sweet Char." They ended up linking arms and Charlotte speaks up and says, "Well why don't you tell him how you feel I mean it's obvious you really care about him otherwise you two wouldn't have shared a bed even though you did try and sleep in your bed, also you guys I swear have a flirty friendship, so just tell him how you feel before it's too late trust me."
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Chapter - 11
(Ella's POV)
I couldn't sleep. No matter how hard I tried to I couldn't. I kept thinking about Grover..
The way our camp was dying, it was all because Thalia's tree had been poisoned.
And the fact that Tantalus wouldn't let us go on a quest was just absurd it almost caused me to have an outburst at the campfire...if it hadn't been for Percy, who stopped me I probably would've electrocuted Clarisse too..
I still couldn't get over the fact that Luke would do something like that. I actually thought he cared about Thalia & me...
About an hour later I gave up on sleep & decided to head to the beach for some air. I couldn't care less about getting caught so I quickly got dressed & put on my charm bracelet before leaving my cabin...
Once I was at the beach I sat down on the soft sand. It was a full moon night & the moonlight cast a pale glow over the water.
I tugged on the music note of my bracelet & my guitar appeared into my hands. I didn't feel like I'd be able to sing so I decided to play the guitar instead.
I gently strummed the guitar & played the first song that came to mind...
(Percy's POV)
The full moon shone through my window. The sound of the surf rumbled in the distance. I could smell the scent of the strawberry fields, & hear the laughter of the dryads as they chased owls through the forest.
I got out of bed & pulled on some clothes. I grabbed a six-pack of Coke from under my bunk. The Cokes were against the rules. No outside snacks or drinks were allowed, but if you talked to the right guy in Hermes’s cabin & paid him a few golden drachma, he could smuggle in almost anything from the nearest convenience store.
Sneaking out after curfew was against the rules. If I got caught I’d either get in big trouble or be eaten by the harpies. But I wanted to see the ocean. I always felt better there. My thoughts were clearer. I left the cabin & headed for the beach.
When I got there I heard someone playing the guitar. I looked around & saw a figure sitting down by the beach. I walked a little closer & the song had ended. I instantly recognized who it was & I said.
"Nora?"
"Styx! Percy? You scared me..."
"Sorry. I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd get some fresh air.."
I sat down beside her & asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I couldn't sleep either...I was thinking about Thalia &...." Nora trailed off.
"You play the guitar really well.."
"Oh, thanks...that was the song Thalia would sing to Jason & me when we were little..."
The sky was clear & starry. I offered her a can of soda too & she took it & joked that she needed the caffeine to stay awake, that made us both laugh. We were checking out the constellations Nora had told me about-Sagittarius, Hercules, Corona Borealis-when somebody said, “Beautiful, aren’t they?”
I almost spewed soda.
Standing right next to us was a guy in nylon running shorts & a New York City Marathon T-shirt. He was slim & fit, with salt-and-pepper hair & a sly smile. He looked kind of familiar, but I couldn’t figure out why.
My first thought was that he must’ve been taking a midnight jog down the beach & strayed inside the camp borders. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Regular mortals couldn’t enter the valley. But maybe with the tree’s magic weakening he’d managed to slip in.
But in the middle of the night? And there was nothing around except farmland & state preserves. Where could he have jogged from?
“May I join you two?” he asked. “I haven’t sat down in ages.”
Now, I know-a strange guy in the middle of the night. Common sense: I was supposed to run away, yell for help, etc. But the guy acted so calm about the whole thing that I found it hard to be afraid. I met Nora's gaze & she nodded quickly at me.
I said, “Uh, sure.”
He smiled. “Your hospitality does you credit. Oh, and Coca-Cola! May I?”
He sat at the other end of the blanket, popped a soda and took a drink. “Ah...that hits the spot. Peace and quiet at-“
A cell phone went off in his pocket. The jogger sighed. He pulled out his phone & my eyes got big, because it glowed with a bluish light. When he extended the antenna, two creatures began writhing around it-green snakes, no bigger than earthworms.
The jogger didn’t seem to notice. He checked his LCD display & cursed.
“I’ve got to take this. Just a sec...” Then into the phone: “Hello?”
He listened. The mini-snakes writhed up & down the antenna right next to his ear.
“Yeah,” the jogger said. “Listen I know, but...I don’t care if he is chained to a rock with vultures pecking at his liver, if he doesn’t have a tracking number, we can’t locate his package...A gift to humankind, great...You know how many of those we deliver-Oh, never mind. Listen, just refer him to Eris in customer service. I gotta go.”
He hung up. “Sorry. The overnight express business is just booming. Now, I was saying-“
“You have snakes on your phone.” I said.
“What? Oh, they don’t bite. Say hello, George and Martha.”
Hello, George and Martha, a raspy male voice said inside my head. Nora chuckled.
Don’t be sarcastic, said a female voice.
Why not? George demanded. I do the real work. Hi Nora..looking delicious as ever...
That made Nora laugh even more.
“Oh, let’s not go into that again!” The jogger slipped his phone back into his pocket. “Now, where were we...Ah, yes. Peace & quiet.”
He crossed his ankles & stared up at the stars. “Been a long time since I got to relax. Ever since the telegraph-rush, rush, rush. Do you have a favorite constellation, Percy?”
I was still kind of wondering about the little green snakes he’d shoved into his jogging shorts, but I said, “Uh, I like Hercules.”
“Why?”
“Well...because he had rotten luck. Even worse than mine. It makes me feel better.”
The jogger chuckled. “Not because he was strong & famous & all that?”
“No.”
“You’re an interesting young man...so, what now?”
I knew immediately what he was asking. What did I intend to do about the Fleece?
Before I could answer, Martha the snake’s muffled voice came from his pocket: I have Demeter on line two.
“Not now,” the jogger said. “Tell her to leave a message.”
She’s not going to like that. The last time you put her off, all the flowers in the floral delivery division wilted.
“Just tell her I’m in a meeting!” The jogger rolled his eyes. “Sorry again, Percy. You were saying...”
“Um...who are you, exactly?”
Nora rested her arm on my shoulder & said
"You still didn't figure it out?"
“Nora's right...haven’t you guessed by now, a smart boy like you?” the jogger said.
Show him! Martha pleaded. I haven’t been full-size for months.
Don’t listen to her! George said. She just wants to show off!
The man took out his phone again. “Original form, please.”
The phone glowed a bright blue. It stretched into a three-foot-long wooden staff with dove wings sprouting out the top. George & Martha, now full-sized green snakes, coiled together around the middle. It was a caduceus, the symbol of Cabin Eleven.
My throat tightened. I realized who the jogger reminded me of with his elfish features, the mischievous twinkle in his eyes...
“You’re Luke’s father,” I said. “Hermes.”
The god pursed his lips & stuck his caduceus in the sand like an umbrella pole. "Luke’s father.’ Normally, that’s not the first way people introduce me. God of thieves, yes. God of messengers & travelers, if they wish to be kind.”
God of thieves works, George said.
Oh, don’t mind George. Martha flicked her tongue at me. He’s just bitter because Hermes likes me best.
He does not!
Does too!
“Behave, you two,” Hermes warned, “or I’ll turn you back into a cell phone & set you on vibrate! Now, Percy, you still haven’t answered my question. What do you intend to do about the quest?”
“I-I don’t have permission to go.”
“No, indeed. Will that stop you?”
“I want to go. I have to save Grover.”
Hermes smiled. “I knew a boy once...oh, younger than you. A mere baby, really.”
Here we go again, George said. Always talking about himself
Quiet! Martha snapped. Do you want to get set on vibrate?
Hermes ignored them. “One night, when this boy’s mother wasn’t watching, he sneaked out of their cave & stole some cattle that belonged to Apollo.”
“Did he get blasted to pieces?” Nora asked.
“Hmm...no. Actually, everything turned out quite well. To make up for his theft, the boy gave Apollo an instrument he’d invented-a lyre. Apollo was so enchanted with the music that he forgot all about being angry.”
“So what’s the moral?” I asked.
“The moral?” Hermes asked. “Goodness, you act like it’s a fable. It’s a true story. Does truth have a moral?”
“Um...”
“How about this: stealing is not always bad?”
“I don’t think my mom would like that moral.”
Rats are delicious, suggested George.
What does that have to do with the story? Martha demanded.
Nothing, George said. But I’m hungry.
Nora headed over & began petting the snakes.
“I’ve got it,” Hermes said. “Young people don’t always do what they’re told, but if they can pull it off & do something wonderful, sometimes they escape punishment. How’s that?”
“You’re saying I should go anyway,” I said, “even without permission.”
Hermes’s eyes twinkled a little...& I got the feeling that he was right...
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Take care my lovely readers.❤
Alice signing off.
XOXO.
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give them a bunk bed and see what happens
(go check out @toh-tagteam-au its chefs kiss)
Btw this is what the comic is referencing. Thanks anon who provided me the read more shortcut for mobile!
#I found out about this au just a few hours ago and read through the whole thing and it’s GREAT#THE BACKUP SNAKES MAKE THEIR COMEBACK TOO#everything is so well thought out and it puts a lot of depth into the idea of them being siblings#sobs#and that brings me to drawing this thing because I thought ‘hey how would belos house 2 kids he doesn’t really care sbout’#hunters room in canon doesn’t really stand out or have anything that screams he’s particularly important to belos#(besides being a means to an end)#so I figured nothing would really change except having a bunk bed#belos also wants them to fight based on what I gathered from the au so the bunk bed is the perfect embodiment#ever just kick the mattress from the bottom bunk to piss your sibling off? I have#belos here for sibling on sibling violence#I’ve made it pretty obvious by now but DONT TAG THIS AS SHIP OK. LEAVE ME OUT OF IT#my art#myart#the owl house#toh#the owl house season 2#the owl house s2#toh s2#toh season 2#toh tagteam au#toh au#toh hunter#toh golden guard#toh luz#luz noceda
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hi, do you think you could write a mandalorian x reader where the reader gets hypothermia? maybe din goes off on a bounty hunt for a few days and a couple days into him being gone the heating completely stops working and reader can’t fix it and she gives almost all the blankets to grogu to stay warm? cue din freaking out when he comes back to a barely conscious and freezing reader and he warms her up and it’s just cute
Frigid
*gif not mine
Mandalorian x reader
Word Count: 1.7k
A/N: This seems very fitting for me right now since there’s a foot of snow outside of my house! The reader is gender neutral
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You looked out the wind shield of the Crest to watch the frantic swirls of snow that encompassed the ship. Though you couldn’t feel the cold at that moment, the sheer thought of it was enough to send a shiver down your spine, causing goosebumps to rise, and the tiny hairs on your arms to stiffen. The howling wind outside was so strong that it gave the Razor Crest a gentle shake. You hated the idea of coming to Hoth, but the Mandalorian insisted; a bounty worth a ton of credits was hiding out in a cave somewhere nearby.
Shaking your head, you descended down the ladder to be greeted with the beskar clad bounty hunter who was packing for his hunt.
“I shouldn’t be gone for long,” he said, his deep voice doing nothing to comfort you. “Keep the heater on, and you and the Child should keep warm.”
You nodded at his words, pulling your jacket closer to you at the mere thought of being cold.
“How long will you be gone?” you asked, trying to conceal your anxiety.
“A few days at most,” he replied, shoving a blaster into his holster before slinging his prepared bag over his shoulder. “But I’ll be back in no time.”
That was the last thing he said to you before departing into the white abyss, leaving you and the Child in solitude.
It was quiet in Crest, except for the hum of the heater and coos from the Child every now and then. There was little to keep you occupied, much less to distract you from worrying about the Mandalorian. There was nothing on board that interested you, and the Child couldn’t do a lot, much less talk. The only thing that kept you company was your anxieties. However, you put all those thoughts aside when it was time to eat. You heated up some pre-made soup, serving both the Child and yourself. But as soon as the hot broth reached your lips, the humming stopped.
Your heart began to quicken its pace as fear began to spawn within you. At of all the times for this to happen, why did it have to happen now? You stood up from your seat on the floor, grabbed the toolbox, and made your way to the control panel for the heater. Removing the metal paneling that was concealing the controls, you stared at the wiring and tried to make sense of the thing. You didn’t know much about this sort of thing, only how to hot wire a speeder, but you hoped that this wouldn’t be too different. You rearranged the wires, and nothing. You reprogrammed the system, and nothing. You stepped back, putting the panel back, then began your frantic search for anything that will keep you warm.
Days. That was what the Mandalorian said. He would be gone for a few days. A few days for you and the Child to survive without heat. You gathered all the blankets that you could find, all your clothing, the Mandalorian’s capes and shawls, and an old animal pelt you found in the back. The Child watched in curiosity as you began to make a nest of blankets and clothing in the small bunk. You grabbed the little guy, placing him on the make shift bed, and continued to wrap him in the Mandalorian’s capes.
“Go to sleep, little one,” you murmured. “Hopefully you’ll keep warm, and by the time you wake up Mando will be back, and we’ll be far away from here.”
You closed the door to the bunk, praying that the Child will stay warm and that the Mandalorian will come back soon. If anyone knew their way around this ship, it was him. You sighed to yourself as you pulled on more of your clothes, the layers hopefully keeping in your body heat. You made your way to the cockpit, and settled in the pilot’s seat, looking out the wind shield in hopes that a beskar clad figure would appear in the winter desert. You didn’t care how long it took, you will stay there to make sure he comes back.
Hours have passed by. The never changing scenery doing nothing to keep your interest, much less to keep you awake. You lost all feeling in your toes and fingers. You were now able to see your breath every time you breathed. You continued to shiver in place, trying to stay awake to see the Mandalorian. But the swirls from wind and snow caused your eyes to grow heavy, lulling you to sleep despite the cold that was beginning to bite your cheeks.
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The Mandalorian dragged the body of the his dead bounty behind him as he approached the Razor Crest, but a certain dread overcame him when he entered the hull only to find the interior was just as cold as it was outside. His heart dropped as the idea of the situation washed over him. He released his hold of the corpse’s feet, the thud echoing. Din closed the hatch to the hull, and began to look for you and the Child.
He opened the door to his bunk to find a little bundle of blankets on top of his cot. Din pulled aside some of the blankets to find the little womp rat, curled in a ball with his eyes closed as he napped. Turning on the heat signature on his visor, he was relieved to see the Child warm. He nodded to himself, placing the blankets back on top of him before going to find you.
Din climbed up the ladder to the cock pit, and his heart began to sink when he laid eyes on you. You were nearly blue through the heat signature vision, and panic started to arise within the Mandalorian. He turned off the heat signature, and began to examine you.Your features lost color; your lips were pale and chapped, and eyes shut. Your body was shivering, and your teeth were chattering softly. Din shook your shoulders, and began to repeat your name, trying to will you to wake up.
Relief flooded him as he watched your eyes flutter open, though they seemed lifeless, it held the light of someone who had hope.
“What happened?” Din asked, trying to keep your attention before you go back into your sleep.
“H-h-heater,” you stammered out, your teeth chattering as you did so. “B-b-broke.”
Din nodded, before hastily ripping off the cape that rested on his shoulders. He wrapped the garment tightly around you, making sure it covered a good portion of your head so that some warmth could return to your face. It was then that he set forth towards the control panel, pulling out the tools that Kuiil gave him from what felt like ages ago. Din recounted the words and advice from the wiser being as he fixed the wiring and checked the internal structures of the heater so that it would last. When he gets back to Nevaro, he will pay a mechanic to install a new one so that this will never happen again.
Din sighed in contentment when he began to feel the haul warm up, the soft humming filling the air once more. Turning back, he returned to the cockpit to find you once again sleeping. Taking off a glove, he pressed the back his bare hand to your cheek but then instantly pulling back when feeling how cold you were. It would take some time for the whole ship to warm up, and he would have difficulty carrying you down the ladder. You were still unconscious, practically dead weight. He would have no problem with anybody else, but this was you. He didn’t want to even risk hurting you.
Weighing his limited options, Din decided to do what he thought best. One by one, the Mandalorian removed pieces of his beskar armor, setting it aside on the floor, but not removing his helmet. Once it was all laid side by side, Din dragged you off the pilot’s seat, moving you towards the door so that the heat could get to you sooner. He pressed his back to the wall, holding you close to his chest as he circled his arms around you; pressing as much of his weight on you so that you could receive some his heat as well.
Din didn’t know how long it took for you to begin to warm up or even regain consciousness. To be completely honest, he enjoyed this intimate moment with you, despite the circumstances of the whole situation. He took this time to remind himself that you were safe, alive, even though he was gone. Even though you were helpless in this situation, you remained alive.
He was pulled from his thoughts when he felt you shift under him. He turned his head to look at you; the color has returned to your face and your eyes fluttered open to reveal the light of life within them. Din brought his hand to your face once again, relieved that it was warm instead of frigid cold.
“Mando?” you whispered, your voice hoarse.
“I’m here, cyar’ika,” Din said, grabbing your hand and holding it in his glove less one. “Are you okay?”
“Better,” you replied, snuggling closer into his chest. “The Child?”
“He’s okay,” Din assured. “Sleeping soundly in the bunk.” Din stroked your hand, relishing in the soft texture that he so rarely felt. “Can you move?”
“I think I can,” you said. “I can wiggle my toes.”
“That’s good,” Din affirmed. “Do you want to get up?”
“Not yet,” you answered. “Can we stay like this for a bit longer?”
“Whatever you want,” Din replied.
He leaned his head back to rest on the wall behind him, allowing you to get closer to him; resting your head on his collarbone, right underneath his chin. If he were to lean forward, he was sure to feel the top of your head beneath his helmet. But this wasn’t about him, it was about you. He wound his arms tighter around you, but still held your hand, tracing patterns on the back of it.
“Hmmmm,” you hummed, causing Din to draw his attention to you.
“What?” he questioned, curiosity getting the better of him.
“Nothing,” you replied. “I just never really realized how warm you are.”
Din felt you squeeze his hand tighter, but he pulled away for just a moment. He positioned it so that your fingers would interlock with his, palm to palm. It was this moment that Din would cherish forever: holding your hand with you so close to him in the solitude of the ship with the heater humming in the back and the harsh cold outside.
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#the mandalorian x reader#din djarin#din djarin x reader#the mandalorian#mandalorian x reader#star wars#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x reader#cold#fluff#writing#fanfic#gn!reader#gender neutral insert#gender neutral reader
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Untamable (Ushijima Wakatoshi) [Omegaverse AU]
Pairing: Alpha!Ushijima x omega!reader
Summary: You seemed like an untamable omega to Ushijima
Warnings: Sexual themes, implied smut
Word Count: 5.6k
[A/N]: So I’ve been rlly iffy about posting this bcuz I know that this au isn’t everyone’s favorite. But I rlly like this au and I have fun writing for it, so I figured if someone doesn’t like it then they can scroll past it or blacklist the tag ‘omegaverse’ anyway, so I decided to go ahead and post this
Ushijima Wakatoshi liked order and he liked things that made sense. He was a simple man and he would call it like he’d see it.
And what made sense to him was the dynamic system. Alphas were placed at the top, then betas, then omegas.
He believed this was right because it was ingrained in everyone’s genetics to follow this order.
It was why Hinata Shouyou had affected him so deeply. He was small, his volleyball technique was a mess and yet he and Karasuno beat Shiratorizawa.
Ushijima considered himself to be a very strong alpha— possibly the strongest in Shiratorizawa. His presence commanded every area he was in and omegas would fall silent at his scent, waiting for him to speak first. He had even been dubbed the alpha of alphas in school.
So it didn’t make sense for Hinata to have so much baseless confidence. It annoyed him and got under his skin to the point he thought about it quite often and how he could win next time.
Another thing that got under his skin was the little omega he shared a couple classes with— only she annoyed him far more than Hinata did.
Because while the little orange haired boy was a weak alpha, he was still just that. An alpha.
And yet, you walked around with the confidence of an alpha.
You were definitely the outcast, most omegas found you annoying and most alphas didn’t like to bother with an omega that didn’t know their place. Your scent wasn’t sweet and delicate like an omega’s either, it was tangy and citrusy (not at all a bad smell, even Ushijima would admit it was nice, just not that of an omegas). And worst of all, if you stepped out of line and an alpha tried to put you back in your place, you’d stick up your nose, turn the other way around, and continue with what you were doing in the first place.
This behavior always sat wrong with him but he never had to come into close contact with you, he’d just catch instances of this in class or in the hallways. Always hating the way you demanded to be seen.
And Ushijima knew he wasn’t in the wrong because everyone had found you strange. You didn’t even have any friends until your third year of high school when you shared your first class with the renowned Guess Monster.
Tendou, Ushijima, and you all shared a science class your third year, and though Ushijima had prior knowledge of you, it was the first time Tendou ever really noticed you.
And being dubbed a freak himself, Tendou immediately wanted to befriend you and it was only a short while after that he noticed how much you got under Ushijima’s skin.
So as a fellow freak and probably the only person other than Hinata that could get a rise out of the usually stoic alpha— well, Tendou just had to become your best friend.
Thus it began.
Tendou inviting you to work on group projects with him and Ushijima.
Tendou then inviting you to watch practices.
Tendou invited you to games.
And worst of all— Tendou invited you to hang out in his and Ushijima’s dorm.
And you quickly became someone Ushijima had to endure all day, every day.
You knew right from the beginning when you started hanging out with Tendou that the great Ushiwaka didn’t want anything to do with you. If you tried to talk to him he’d answer with four words at most or blatantly ignore you all together (then again he did that with everyone, but with you it just somehow felt different). And that was because although he was a strong alpha, he had better things to do than put an omega back in their place.
So he put up with you for days— weeks— months— until suddenly he couldn’t.
In what Tendou liked to call the “staring contest of the year” you had outwardly challenged Ushijima. But!— in your defense it was on an outrageously ridiculous subject that you believed you had the right to believe and that Ushijima should’ve respected that regardless of his own biases.
It was an argument that took place in their dorm while the two of them were there. You had casually walked in, an agitated look on your face, exclaiming:
”I hate alphas!” You yelled, pushing their door open. You ignored Ushijima who sent you a slightly irritated glance from where he was seated at his desk, reading a volleyball magazine or something, and went immediately over to the giggling Tendou.
He was up on his bed on the top bunk and you climbed the ladder, seating yourself next to where he was sprawled out, with a pout on your face.
”Should I be offended~” he laughed.
”You don’t count.”
”That’s more offensive than your last statement.”
You rolled your eyes, “Fine, you’re the exception— but alphas suck.”
He moved closer, throwing an arm around you with a large grin, “Did something happen? Do tell, (F/N)-chan~” he sang.
“Well... I may have gotten into another fight with an omega.”
”Ohoho~ did you win?”
”I guess. She pulled my hair so I punched her and... found out she has a mate.”
Tendou burst into another fit of laughter, and started poking your side, “Did you try fighting an alpha again?”
You swatted his hands away, “I just stood up for myself.”
”And how’d that go?”
”Stupid. He came up to me and did that dumb alpha thing where they stand up straighter and puff their chests out with the expectation that I’d be a cowering little omega in their presence,” you scoffed, “He told me that I shouldn’t step out of line and start fights with mated omegas, which is total bullshit because she pulled my hair first!” You yelled, falling back against his bed. “I hate alphas!”
“You punched his mate,” Ushijima who usually ignored you whenever you were over spoke up for the first time.
You furrowed your eyebrows, propping yourself up on your elbows, “Yeah, cause she pulled my hair.”
”She was wrong too.”
You scoffed, “So what? The alpha was in the right?”
”You punched his mate, he was protecting her.”
You shot up and glared at Ushijima who was still reading his magazine. ”Well I was protecting myself.” You practically hissed out.
Ushijima finally stopped what he was doing and turned around to stare up at you from where you were seated on Tendou’s bed.
Tendou’s eyes flitted back and forth between the two of you, seeing how pissed off you were, and at how Ushijima was taken aback at the tone you used with him, and Tendou’s grin slowly widened.
”You speak as if you’re an alpha,” Ushijima said, eyebrows slightly furrowed.
”I speak like an omega who’s fed up with alphas,” you spat back.
Ushijima slowly stood up and you could smell his scent had changed. It was stronger and more powerful— definitely covering up yours and some of Tendou’s scent. And you could pretty much smell how annoyed and pissed he was with you.
And as a result you felt the omega in you want to apologize and take everything back, bowing your head down, too weak to make eye contact. It was a feeling you had become quite accustomed to with how often alphas did this to you, and you became quite good at ignoring those instincts.
But Ushijima was stronger than all those alphas, and Tendou watched in awe as the most strong willed omega he’s ever met started to shrink in her seat, eyes glued to her lap.
Ushijima stood in front of you, and due to his height he was nearly eye level with you despite you sitting up on the top bunk.
“You’re careless,” He spoke lowly, as blunt as ever, “You speak the first thing that comes to mind with no regard if you offend someone, and you’re surprised when an alpha tries to put you back in your place. You’re an omega.” His voice loud and firm, “Power does not lean in your favor. Learn your place.”
You bit down on your lip hard, finding it difficult to meet his eyes but with everything you had in you, you forced yourself up straight and looked him dead in the eye.
Tendou’s eyes widened at your display but he kept quiet, glancing at how the usually stoic Ushijima looked slightly thrown off guard.
“I will never settle for being submissive,” you spoke slowly, never breaking your eye contact, “And I will never stop striving for independence. You like this power system because it’s all you’ve ever known— I’ll show you that you’re wrong and I’ll do whatever it takes.”
From there the two of you stared at each other for what felt like forever, Tendou holding his breath to see who would give in first. Until it was finally time to go to volleyball practice and Ushijima was forced to look away, making you smile triumphantly.
And so it began. The start of an overly exhausting plan that you were committed to executing.
And if Ushijima thought you were a nuisance before it was nothing compared to now.
A few days after the incident you acted as if it never happened, putting on a cheery and energetic façade. And you actually spoke to him in that same friendly manner you spoke to Tendou and others on the team.
He soon realized there would be no end to your chatter. You’d go on and on about your day, shows and movies you liked, hobbies that you were into, and you’d ask him tons and tons of questions that he’d just ignore but you wouldn’t shut up, forcing him to answer your questions— you even started calling him Waka-kun while you remained (L/N)-san.
But you didn’t care. You vowed that you’d force your way into his heart until he finally saw you as an equal instead of an overly obnoxious omega.
It took months but somehow, by some kind of miracle, Ushijima came to the conclusion... you actually weren’t that bad.
Of course you were still loud, kind of annoying, and spoke out of turn most of the time. But he guessed that some of your better qualities started sticking out the more you hung around him.
For one, you were always happy.
Happiness wasn’t an emotion Ushijima felt often, he knew the feeling of victory when he defeated a difficult opponent in volleyball but that never lasted that long because, well— Ushijima always won...(for the most part). And he knew what it felt like to be satisfied and generally content.
But the happiness you exuded. This absolutely boundless amount of energy and cheerfulness you walked around with despite being put down by practically the entire student body, it made you slightly more admirable in his eyes.
And then he saw your loyalty and devotion towards the team and specifically Tendou. By definition, Tendou was technically your best friend and you made sure to prioritize him in your life because of how grateful you were to call him a friend, this meant inviting him out places and never turning down an invitation he made. You let him talk to you when he was down and comforted and supported him appropriately. And when it came to the team, you were kind of an honorary manager (you didn’t actually have the title because the coach would never trust an omega to do the job) but you gave them water bottles and towels during practice and made sure to attend all their games and cheer for them. So even the team who had been kind of cold to you in the beginning, ended up growing rather fond of you, and you were just as happy to consider them your friends.
But he supposed what stuck out to him the most was how determined you were to be more acquainted with him. You’d ask about his day, his childhood, volleyball, anything really. And you somehow had the ability to pull more than a couple words from his mouth as time went on.
And all from the shadows, the Guess Monster was watching. Observing how a very odd friendship grew between the two of you. And although Ushijima rarely let any emotion of any kind show, after three months Tendou made an educated guess.
Ushijima Wakatoshi was actually falling for you.
From a surface level no one could really tell, but Tendou started picking up on the way Ushijima’s scent would change whenever you were near, it’d grow softer, and slightly more non threatening than his usual scent. It was a small detail but spoke volumes. Other than that, he noticed more and more how he grew comfortable around you, letting you talk his ear off and he’d answer your questions with more than three words. But what gave it away for him was when he had stepped into one of your fights where an omega started yelling at you for acting too much like an alpha. It was the first time he had ever done it and although you told him you could fight your own battles, he doubted it would be the last fight Ushijima broke up for you.
With you it was actually harder to tell if you were starting to like Ushijima back, and this was based off of all your rants he’s heard about you never wanting to mate with an alpha and that you’d much rather mate with a beta. It was hard to picture you with an alpha and even harder to picture you with an alpha as strong as Ushijima.
But he, figured out that yes— you did reciprocate those feelings when he caught a certain sight.
You went out with Tendou and Ushijima one night and stayed up late, you were absolutely exhausted so Ushijima ended up giving you a piggyback ride back to your dorm. And that’s when Tendou noticed the way you nuzzled your face into his neck. He couldn’t tell if you were trying to scent yourself or if you just found his scent soothing enough to fall asleep to— but either way there were definitely mutual feelings there.
The only problem was that the two of you were too dense to acknowledge those feelings.
So as usual Tendou decided to take it upon himself to get the two of you closer.
He came up with a fairly simple but hopefully effective plan.
Not that long ago you came to Tendou and asked if he’d been willing to give you volleyball lessons every now and then after you came to really admire the sport after watching them play for so long. And he agreed of course.
So now it was just a matter of getting Ushijima to take his place—
“I won’t be able to make our volleyball lesson (F/N)-chan,” Tendou suddenly spoke up from where he laid on the floor.
He watched as your head poked over the top bunk where you lay, a pout on your face, “What? Why not?” You whined.
”I’ll be busy this weekend, but!” He suddenly exclaimed, looking over at Ushijima, “Maybe Wakatoshi-kun could take my place.”
”No,” came Ushijima’s answer, from where he sat on his bed.
Tendou frowned at how dense he could be.
You pouted further, “Waka-kun would be mean about it if he helped me anyway.”
”Don’t be silly—“
”I’m not! I can picture it now!” You suddenly made a very serious face, mimicking Ushijima’s, “(L/N)-chan you have awful technique. (L/N)-chan you understand nothing about volleyball. (L/N)-chan you suck.”
Tendou giggled at that, seeing your point, “You’d also be getting taught by a top player in the nation~” he sang.
You paused for a moment, thinking it over, “... We’d probably get in a fight though and I hate arguing with him.”
”You hate it because you lose,” Ushijima spoke up.
”Shut up!” You yelled, moving to hang over the edge of the bed to see him.
He glanced up at your upside down form, “l’m right.”
And since he was always painfully blunt and honest, you knew he actually was right, so you settled on pouting further.
”Y’know people would kill to have someone like Wakatoshi teach them volleyball,” Tendou said, continuing to convince you, “He’s the best of the best, don’t you want to be the best~”
”I’m not that passionate about volleyball,” you deadpanned.
He faltered, until a thought struck him, and he grinned, “Remember that time you tagged along with the team to the beach and we were short one person for volleyball and asked you to play?”
You glared darkly at him for reminding you about that humiliating incident— they were a powerhouse school after all, why the hell would they ask you to play when you had barely any experience. “Yes,” you muttered.
”Well what if Wakatoshi-kun taught you a few of his tricks and you got to show off next time we play together.”
He knew he had you when your eyes widened in realization.
You looked back down at Ushijima from where you hung upside down, “Waka-kun teach me volleyball.”
”No,” he replied, looking down at his homework.
”Please.”
”No.”
”Please.”
”No.”
”Please.”
”No.”
“Ugh— why notttt,” you whined.
”Because you don’t play volleyball.”
”Well I want to show off to the team the next time you guys force me to play.”
”You still wouldn’t be as good as them.”
You frowned, “I already know that, but you don’t always have to say the truth.”
Ushijima couldn’t help himself when he looked back up at you, something in your tone bothering him. And the pout and look in your eyes really bothered him for some reason. But he didn’t like being the cause of it and he really wanted to see it leave your face.
“Fine,” he gave in. He watched as your face instantly lit up, a smile gracing your features and it admittedly made him feel weirder than when you were upset.
You flipped off the top bunk to Ushijima’s bed and threw your arms around his shoulders in a hug, “Thank you Waka-kun~” you sang.
And Tendou grinned from ear to ear, watching as Ushijima’s face tinted the lightest of pinks.
——
“You’re late,” Ushijima grunted as he watched you burst through the gym doors, trying to catch your breath.
”I know!” You panted, “I got held up by a teacher.” You said, throwing your bag to the ground. You made your way over to Ushijima who was previously practicing by himself as he waited. “Now, you can’t be mean remember, this is just for fun. It’s not like I’m gonna be using this in any actual tournaments, this is just to shut the team up the next time they make fun of me for sucking at volleyball.”
He nodded and the two of you started.
You quickly figured out that playing volleyball with Ushijima was very different than when you’d play with Tendou. Tendou was always goofing around and joking with you but with Ushijima he was unsurprisingly very serious, so it was up to you to lighten the mood. But you had to admit he was a pretty good teacher and kept the rude comments to a minimum, which was a feat on its own because he very rarely censored himself and you knew you weren’t doing to well.
It was well into the hour when shit finally hit the fan.
Ushijima asked you to toss him the ball to demonstrate him hitting a spike. So you did and as usual because of his strong spikes, the ball ended up rolling off, landing by your bag on the other side of the gym.
You offered to go get it, and in hindsight you really wished you did. But Ushijima said it was fine and went off to grab the ball.
When he went to pick it up, he noticed the zipper of your bag was opened and something inside caught his eye. He glanced back at you to see you looking down at your phone, before he brought his attention back to the object and pulled it out. His eyebrows furrowed.
It was a pill bottle and the label told him they were heat suppressants. But that wasn’t what caught his eye.
The date said they were prescribed about a month ago and the bottle was already three quarters gone.
He stood up straight and turned, “What are these?” He called out to you, making you look up.
You furrowed your eyebrows, “Idiot, are you going through my bag? Put those back and get back over here.” You rolled your eyes.
He only listened to half of what you said as he held the bottle and walked back, “(L/N)-chan, what is this?”
You looked at him confusedly, “They’re heat suppressants or did you forget that I’m an omega and go through heats?”
”More than half of them are gone.”
You faltered, realizing he checked the date on them. But you played it cool and shrugged, “So?”
”It’s dangerous to have that many suppressants in a month.”
You rolled your eyes, “What? Are you suddenly an omega now? They’re my pills, I can use them how I want.”
You could see Ushijima getting frustrated now, “The side effects of this many can be harmful to your body.”
”I’m fine— I’m more than fine. I haven’t had to go through a heat in a while and I’ve been functioning just the same, only it’s better now because I don’t have to deal with heats.”
He furrowed his eyebrows, “What do you mean by ‘a while’?” He asked worried to hear just how long you were putting your body through this. Suppressants were meant to make heats easier, not stop them all together.
“Nothing, it really doesn’t matter,” you said in an attempt to brush it off.
”How long (L/N)-chan?”
You clenched your jaw, looking down at the ground, not answering.
”How long,” his voice became darker and firmer.
You hated it but when he used that tone, you found it difficult to deny, “A....a year.” You muttered.
Ushijima’s eyes widened in shock and horror, and it was probably the most emotion you’ve ever seen from him, “You missed four heats?”
”Well.... yeah.”
”You can’t do that to your body—“
”Why not?” You snapped, looking up at him, “It’s my body isn’t it? And my heats are my business. I’ve been completely fine up till now anyway.”
”What about your next heat? You have to have one eventually and if you’ve missed four, your next heat will be unbearable.”
”That’s only for some people,” you scoffed, “I could be completely fine.”
”And if you’re not? You don’t have a mate.”
”Why do you even care!” You huffed.
”Because—“ you’re my omega.
Ushijima completely stopped as the thought popped in his head. He was caught so off guard by that he forgot his argument.
But he did his best to compose himself before stating, “I’m keeping these.”
You scowled, “Like hell you are!” You yelled before leaping for the pill bottle, but he just held it over his head and out of your reach. You grabbed his arm and tried to pull it down but he would barely budge, “Ushijima this isn’t funny!” You yelled out in anger and slight panic.
He ignored the slight sting he felt at hearing his last name, but he didn’t give in, “This is for your own good.”
”Fuck my own good! I need those pills— I can’t go through another heat!”
”You’re an omega,” he snapped, “You can’t keep pretending you’re an alpha. Heats are necessary, learn your place already.”
And there were those words you absolutely despised, ‘learn your place’.
You blinked back the frustrated tears, “I’m leaving,” you scoffed. And with that you quickly ran out, grabbing your bag and leaving a very pissed off alpha behind you.
—
Tendou had no idea how things could get so screwed up the one time he got you two alone together.
You ended up avoiding Ushijima at all costs and Ushijima being who he was was definitely not going to approach you first when he believed he was right.
But Tendou could only handle so much of this stupid fight before trying to convince the two of you to make up.
But you said you’d only forgive him if he gave you your pills back and Ushijima said he wasn’t going to. So when Tendou got you to swear to Ushijima that you’d use them properly was he then able to sway Ushijima into giving them back.
So he did and you forgave him.
Of course there was still some resentment and animosity about the whole thing, but after a couple weeks things were back to normal more or less.
That was until that inevitable day approached.
You hadn’t come to class which wasn’t unusual because you liked to skip every once in a while, so Ushijima and Tendou didn’t think much of it at first.
That was until they overheard a conversation between two omegas not too far from them.
”The entire history hallway literally smells like omega.” The one girl complained.
”Really?” Her friend asked, “What happened.”
She shrugged, “Dunno. I think some omega went into heat, but my god is it strong. I think they locked themselves in a supply closet, there’s a group of as alphas just outside the door.”
”I feel kinda bad. We should tell someone to go help them. Do we know who the omega is?”
”Everyone’s pretty sure it’s (L/N) since the scent is pretty citrusy. Her roommate also told me she takes suppressants like they’re candy so it makes sense.”
Suddenly Ushijima had stood up. Tendou looked up at the alpha with a questioning gaze, but as he watched him just head straight for the door, a grin grew on his face as he knew where this was headed.
—
You were a mess as you hid away inside the supply closet. The heat had randomly hit you out of no where without a single warning. The most you were able to do was quickly lock yourself in the closet. And now you were left trembling in a curled up ball in the corner of the room.
You were hot everywhere and covered in a layer of sweat. Your chest rose and fell in breathy pants and the uncomfortable pool of wetness in your panties was getting really distracting.
And on top of all that, there was a group of alphas just outside calling out to you. You couldn’t make out what they were saying because of how overwhelmed you felt but their scents were definitely accelerating the heat.
And dread filled you at the thought of Ushijima being right. All four heats that you missed just hit you all at once.
This was the most helpless you’ve ever felt.
...Then you smelled it.
A scent far more overpowering than the alphas scents combined. And a scent you knew all to well. Heavy and woody— a scent that made your head spin and squeeze your legs together as a broken whimper left your throat.
The others had scattered in fear, soon leaving you alone with Ushijima Wakatoshi’s scent.
Ushijima walked in, easily breaking the lock. His gaze was intense as usual but there was also something else in his eyes as he found you curled up on the ground of the supply closet, in heat.
And even in the presence of an omega in a heat extreme as yours, Ushijima showed an incredible display over his instincts as he barely seemed bothered by it. The only thing that gave him away was how his breathing slowed, taking in deeper breaths as what was probably the prettiest and most mouth watering scent he ever smelled flooded his senses.
His presence commanded the area and the air reeked of his scent, and as tough as you were, even you fell weak to the presence of an alpha while in heat— and the so called alpha of alphas no less.
Your legs were squeezed tight as you buried your face in your knees, covering your nose from his scent.
”(L/N),” he said, voice deep and a touch of anger in it.
You whimpered, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to fall.
”Waka-kun,” your voice came out weak, broken, and muffled, it had even made Ushijima falter for a second, uneasy seeing you act so helpless. “I-I can’t— I can’t do this,” you shook your head, the tears running down your face now. “I-it’s barely even started and— and th-this feels worse than m-my worst heat.” You sniffled, body trembling and shaking now.
”I told you not to take those suppressants.”
A broken moan came out after hearing his rumbling voice and you squeezed your legs tighter— how embarrassing.
In truth, Ushijima greatly disliked seeing you like this, especially after developing such a fondness over the tough and fiery omega that used to drive him mad (and still does from time to time.) But there was still something he greatly enjoyed with seeing how submissive you were being in front of him— as long as he was the only one that got to see you like this. So what you said next, sparked something in him.
”D...do y-you know an a-alpha that... can help?” Your words were broken up with sobs and stifled moans.
And a strong sense of possessiveness washed over him at the thought of another alpha possibly aiding you through this heat.
”That won’t be necessary,” he spoke curtly, “Stand up,” he said, walking forward.
You clamped your hand tighter over your nose, suffocating on his scent, and you shook your head furiously, “I-I don’t know if I c-can—“
”Stand,” and there was no arguing with the Alpha tone in his voice, your body wouldn’t let you.
So on trembling knees you shakily stood up, holding your breath as you used the wall for support as you leaned against it.
Something wild was overtaking Ushijima’s senses at seeing how fragile and delicate you looked, and he stalked forward, eyes heavy with an intense gaze on you.
And he was now in front of you as you stared down at the ground, waiting for what he’d do next as you tried your best to stay composed by attempting to ignore his presence.
Suddenly, he raised his hand to cup your jaw, his other hand gripping your wrist to pull it away from your nose. And the absolute predatorial look in his eyes would’ve knocked you to your knees if the wall wasn’t there to support you.
He stroked your cheek with his thumb, wiping a tear away. “From tonight onwards you’re mine.” He growled before lifting your jaw up further.
You moaned at that and quickly nodded, “I-I’m yours.”
”I don’t care if you always want to fight back as long as you understand that right now, I’m in charge.” He said as his thumb traced your bottom lip before tugging down on it. And the second after you nodded, he crashed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss.
Your resolve immediately crumbled and you easily melted into the kiss, collapsing into him. A cry left your lips which was promptly swallowed by Ushijima. Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly as you tried rutting against his thigh. But he quickly grabbed ahold of your hips, stilling you.
You whined into his mouth, “Please Waka-kun.”
”Patience,” he commanded, making you quickly shut your mouth. “I’m going to take care of you,” and with that he picked you up.
He walked with you in his arms through the deserted hallway, making his way towards the dormitories, specifically his.
And as he walked through the school building, classes having been just let out, he ignored the stares and stunned silence from his peers as they gawked at the sight of the Alpha of Shiratorizawa Academy walking with the little annoying omega of the school in his arms, who was clearly in heat.
But right now all that was on his mind was getting you back to his dorm safely so he could spend the next how ever many days fucking you until all you could possibly remember was his name.
Ushijima unlocked his dorm door, seeing an already grinning Tendou sitting upon his bed, “Well didn’t this work out nicely?” He teased.
”Tendou I need the—“
He raised his hands in surrender, “I know, I know,” he said getting up, his eyes landing on you for a second, “Definitely a sight I never thought I’d see,” he mused at seeing you so submissive in Ushijima’s arms, before practically singing, “Have fun~” on his way out.
Ushijima kicked the door shut before walking over to his bed and dropping you on it. You were sprawled out on your back, absolutely breathless.
His own breathing was beginning to become more and more labored as your heat was pushing him into a rut.
”You’re going to behave?” He asked.
You nodded, a mewl escaping your lips as you rubbed your thighs together.
”Use your words.”
”Y-yes alpha,” you managed to get out, a glint reaching his eye at the title.
”Good. Now....bare your neck.”
You scrambled to do as he said, and a slight smirk grazed his lips at the sight, a sense of pride, similar to when he won tournaments, washed over him.
You kneeled up on your knees, titling your head to the side for him.
He smiled, cupping the side of your face, before leaning down to mark you.
So yes, Ushijima would put up with your fiery attitude and need to go against everything everyone tells you to do, as long as he’d be the one to get to see you like this.
Because for the first time since he’s known you.
You were finally listening.
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fireworks [aaron hotchner x reader]
aaron hotchner x fem!reader
warnings: fear of fireworks, mentions of nightmares
word count: 2.9k
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The sun shone down on the small stretch of beach the BAU team was currently situated on. Since it was Fourth of July and they didn't have a case, the team decided to rent out a mansion, Rossi's idea not theirs, in a small beach town they once visited on a case. Surprisingly they found a house that could accommodate everyone, including everyone's spouses and children. No one was quite sure where Rossi found the house and everyone shared the same theory. It was actually his but he didn't want anyone to know. All the adults were able to have their own rooms, while the kids all shared a room that was filled with bunk beds. The house itself was a beautiful Cape Cod-style three floor mansion with a pool, large yard, guest house and access to the beach.
Everyone was currently either sitting on the beach or playing in the water. Hotch, Rossi, Spencer, Emily and Y/N were currently sitting on the beach. Hotch and Rossi were getting snacks set up at the picnic table. Spencer and Y/N were lounging on the sand, Spencer opting to read a book while Y/N and Emily watched the kids splash around in the water. Penelope and Derek were chasing around Jack and Henry while JJ and Will took a walk up the beach.
"So I was thinking we do some fireworks tonight?" Rossi said, his voice raising so Spencer, Emily and Y/N could hear him. Y/N froze when she heard him, her body stiffening subconsciously. No one seemed to notice her small change in demeanor. No one except Hotch. When he caught her eye, he sent a look as if to say, 'everything okay?' Y/N shook her slightly before looking over at Rossi and telling him that was a great idea. Emily and Spencer followed suit, chatting excitedly about the small fireworks show they were going to have.
"Y/N! Y/N!" Jack shouted, running up the beach and launching himself into Y/N's arms. Henry, Derek and Penelope were following closely behind.
"Oh!" Y/N groaned when he landed in her lap, with his arms around her neck. Her arms immediately wrapped around him to hold him up before she looked down at the little boy."What's up buddy?"
"Do you want to go swimming with us?" Jack asked, his eyes lighting up. Y/N almost melted on site, her heart warming at the fact he wanted to spend time with her. She quickly glanced at Hotch, who was smiling back at her.
It was no secret that Hotch and Y/N were a couple. If Y/N wasn't at the BAU or on a case, she was at Hotch's house, spending time with him and Jack. They are constantly touching when they think no one is paying attention, sneaking kisses and holding hands. What they fail to notice is that everyone, is in fact, paying attention. Everyone's hearts melted the first time they saw Y/N with Jack. The team knew Y/N wanted kids, she'd been talking about it before her and Hotch even thought about getting together. And after seeing her with Jack, the team had all decided she'd make a great mom someday. In Hotch's eyes, she was already the perfect mom for Jack. Not that he was replacing Haley, but he knew Jack needed a motherly figure in his life. However, Y/N still felt out of place in Jack's life. She knew she wasn't his mom but she felt like she was more to him than his dad's girlfriend. Logically, the next step for her would be his step mom, but her and Hotch weren't anywhere close to getting married.
"Of course, bud," Y/N smiled at the little boy. "Give me a second, okay? And then we can head down there together."
Jack nodded excitedly, clinging onto Y/N as she stood up. Y/N laughed and moved him so he was balancing on her hip. Jack decided to keep himself busy by playing with her hair and poking her face every few seconds. Y/N walked over to Hotch, who was setting out paper plates.
"Hey buddy," Hotch said when he saw his son, his heart almost stopped when he saw the two most important people to in his life. He leaned over to Y/N and kissed her on the cheek. "Hey you."
"Hi," Y/N whispered, leaning against him slightly. "We're going in the water if you want to come with us."
"Please dad! Come swimming with mom and I!!" Jack exclaimed, wiggling in Y/N's arms. Just like that, Hotch and Y/N froze. Y/N looked at Hotch with confusion and a small trace of happiness in her eyes and Hotch just looked back at her, his expression mirroring hers. Everyone around them froze as well, carefully watching the situation.
"Okay, buddy, I will. Let me just finish helping Uncle Dave set lunch out and I'll be there in a few minutes, okay?" Hotch asked, a small smile appearing on his face. Jack nodded and put his head on Y/N's shoulder. Hotch leaned moved to kiss Y/N's temple before whispering,"You okay?"
Y/N didn't know how to respond so she just nodded before heading down to the water. Jack giggled when Y/N dropped him in the water without warning. When Jack stood up again, he splashed Y/N and tried to chase her.
"So, that was new," Rossi said, looking at Hotch. Hotch was facing the water, a giant smile on his face while he watched Y/N and Jack chase each other.
"Yeah, it was," Hotch said, unable to wipe the smile off his face.
"Do you think she liked being called mom?" Emily chimed in, her head resting on her hand.
"I do. You know her, she's always talking about being a mom and having kids of her own someday," Hotch replied.
"So you guys have discussed having kids, then?" Rossi asked, studying Hotch's face.
"We have," Hotch said giddily. "Not anytime soon, but we have talked about it before."
Without saying anything else, Hotch jogged down to the water. He wrapped his arms around Y/N before falling into the water. Jack just stood there giggling.
"Aaron Hotchner!" Y/N gasped, wiping water away from her face. "You're lucky I love you or else you'd be sleeping on the beach tonight."
Hotch just laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissing her. Jack groaned in disgust and splashed them both. The two shared a look before they started chasing Jack around. The small family continued to play in the water for ten more minutes before Rossi was calling everyone back to the picnic table for lunch.
"Hey buddy, why don't you head up there? Y/N and I are going to just talk for a few minutes," Hotch told Jack. Jack nodded before running back over to Henry. Once they were alone, Hotch grabbed Y/N's hand and the two started walking along the sand. "Is everything okay? I noticed you tense up when the fireworks were mentioned."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. Just don't like fireworks, that's all." Y/N said, leaning into Hotch's shoulder.
"If you say so....mom," Hotch laughed, nudging her with his shoulder. "How did you feel about him calling you mom?"
"I kind of liked it. I know that technically he shouldn't call me mom and I'm not trying to replace Hayley, believe me," Y/N rambled. "Is it okay that he called me mom?"
"Of course it is, Y/N. We both know that you aren't replacing Hayley. Jack knows that also. There's nothing to worry about," Hotch said calmly. He pulled Y/N into a small hug and kissed her forehead. The two made their way back to the picnic table, Y/N opting to sit next to JJ, Emily, and Penelope. Jack was sitting on Y/N's left, occasionally bumping into her arm.
"So, what did you and Hotch go talk about?" Emily said, shoving a piece of watermelon into her mouth. JJ and Penelope both leaning in to hear the conversation.
"Just about what the little one called me," Y/N said vaguely so she wouldn't catch Jack's attention.
"What did he call you?" JJ asked confused. She had been walking with Will when the whole 'ordeal' occurred.
"He called her M-O-M," Penelope whispered.
"Oh my god, no way! Is that a good thing?" JJ asked, very excited for Y/N.
"Yeah, yeah it is." Y/N said smiling. "Aaron and I talked about it, and we basically just decided that if Jack wants to call me M-O-M, then he can."
"That's really great, Y/N," JJ said, patting Y/N on the shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm really happy," Y/N said, smiling at her friends.
The rest of the group fell into a conversation, laughing and joking. Sometime during the conversation, Jack climbed into Y/N's lap, laying against her. Y/N held him closely, rubbing his back gently. When she checked on him, he was fast asleep. She adjusted him so she could carry him into the house before walking over to Hotch.
"Hi, love," Hotch said. "Is he asleep?"
"Yeah, I'm just going to take him up to the house so he can sleep. I might take a nap also, didn't sleep well last night," Y/N said quietly.
"I know, hon. I felt you tossing and turning all night, and I meant to ask you about it this morning," Hotch said concerned. "What was keeping you up?"
Y/N looked around at their friends before shaking her head. "I'll tell you later, okay?" She said quietly. Hotch nodded, watching as she took Jack to the house.
"Okay Jack here we go," Y/N said quietly, walking into Jack's room. She woke him up long enough for him to change into his PJs. While he was changing into his pajamas, she went to her room and changed into comfier clothes as well. She went back to Jack a few minutes later and knocked on the door. Jack opened the door, and lifted his arms for Y/N to pick him up. Y/N lifted him and carried him to his bed Y/N tucked him in before kissing his forehead. "Sleep well, sweetie."
"'Night mom," Jack mumbled before falling back asleep. Y/N smiled before leaving the room. She made her way to the room she was sharing with Hotch and climbed into bed, falling asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
An hour or two later, Hotch went to go check on both Jack and Y/N. After checking on Jack, who was still sleeping soundly, he went to his and Y/N's room. He stopped just outside the door, listening. He heard cries and muffled screams coming from inside the room. Without hesitation, Hotch threw the door open, quickly scanning his surroundings. Nothing in the room was out of the ordinary, except Y/N tossing and turning in the bed, cries leaving her.
Hotch hurried over to the bed, immediately pulling Y/N into his arms. She didn't have nightmares often, but when she did, Hotch always held her until she calmed down and woke up. He brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her forehead.
"Y/N, my love, please wake up," Hotch whispered. "It's just a dream, it won't hurt you."
Y/N woke up almost immediately, and cuddled closer into her boyfriend's chest. She whimpered when she felt him hold her tightly. They sat there in silence for a few minutes.
"I'm sorry," Y/N whispered, tears falling down her face.
"You have nothing to be sorry about, Y/N," Hotch said quietly. "How long have the nightmare's been happening?"
"Uh, about a week or two, I'm not sure. I don't remember what they're about. I always forget as soon as I wake up. The only thing I remember is extremely loud booming sound that won't go away," Y/N said, hiding her face in Hotch's chest.
"Like fireworks?" Hotch asked, and Y/N nodded. "Is that why you tensed up when Rossi brought it up?"
"Yeah, I guess. I didn't make the connection earlier, though," Y/N said, leaning her head on Hotch's shoulder.
"Do fireworks normally cause you to panic like this?" Hotch asked her.
"I think so. They just sound so much like gunshots, you know?" Y/N whispers. "The sound just sends me back to rough cases."
"I get it, Y/N. Trust me, I do," Hotch started. "Why'd you keep it from me?"
"I don't know. I didn't want to bother you," Y/N said, looking down at her hands.
"You can never bother me, Y/N. We can figure out an alternative to fireworks, if you want to," Hotch said quietly.
"No, no, I don't want to ruin everyone else's fun. It's only for a little bit, I can suck it up," Y/N said, laughing lightly.
"Okay, but if this happens again please don't hesitate to tell me. I don't like the idea of you struggling with something by yourself." Hotch said, kissing her temple.
"You'll be the first to know," Y/N smiled at him. "What's everyone up to?"
"Rossi, Will, Derek, and I were sitting on the porch, drinking some of that fancy stuff Rossi always has. Emily, JJ, and Penelope went to explore the town. Spencer is reading or sleeping, I'm not sure. And Henry and Jack are both taking naps." Hotch said. "And now, you and I are going to cuddle or go for a walk on the beach, it's your choice."
"Can we go downstairs and just hangout with everyone?" Y/N asked, beginning to get out of bed.
"Of course," Hotch said climbing out of the bed and leading her down stairs. They went outside and sat with Rossi and Will. Soon after they sat down, Spencer came down from his room and joined in the conversation. Eventually, Emily, JJ, and Penelope returned from their trip and settled down on the outdoor sofa with everyone else. Jack and Henry opted to stay inside and play video games instead of hanging out with the adults.
The group shared stories and had a light conversation while Rossi began to cook dinner for everyone. Dinner was ready fairly quickly and everyone decided to go eat on the beach and watch the sunset. After dinner, Rossi and Derek decide to start setting up the fireworks while everyone else grabbed blankets and beach chairs from the house.
As soon as it was dark and everything was set up, it was time for the fireworks. Jack and Henry were hanging out on a blanket in front of all of the adults. Will and JJ sat the closest to the kids, with Emily and Spencer sitting in chairs next to JJ and Will. Penelope sat in between JJ and Emily, the three excitedly talking about the show they were currently binging. Hotch and Y/N sat next to Will, the group of adults forming a semi-circle around the blanket.
"Are you okay?" Hotch whispered in Y/N's ear when he noticed how tense she was.
"Yeah, just nervous, is all," Y/N said, grabbing Hotch's hand.
"Okay, guys! Are you ready?" Derek shouted from the spot of the beach they had the fireworks set up. Everyone cheered and chatted happily, waiting for the fireworks to start. Jack ran over to Hotch and Y/N and laid across both Hotch and Y/N's laps.
Soon the sky was filled with blasts of colors and their ears were filled with loud booms. Everyone 'oohed' and 'awed' at the bright fireworks against the dark blue sky. Y/N leaned her head against Hotch's shoulder, watching the night sky light up. She flinched with every boom and Hotch held her closely against his side.
"You're okay," Hotch whispered in her ear after a particularly loud round of fireworks caused her to whimper and jump. With every reassurance, her panic melted away. "I've got you, you're okay."
The fireworks lit up the night sky for about thirty minutes before everyone grabbed their chairs and blankets getting ready to go inside.
"He's asleep," Hotch whispered, motioning to his sleeping son.
"You take the chairs and I'll carry him in okay," Y/N said, picking Jack up and balancing him on her hip and his head immediately fell onto Y/N's shoulder. Once Hotch grabbed the chairs, Y/N and him went back into the house, wishing everyone goodnight.
"Let's tuck him in," Y/N said, walking up the stairs to Jack and Henry's room.
"I can carry him, Y/N," Hotch said, worried he was too big for her to carry.
"Love, I got this. I carried him up here earlier today, remember?" Y/N laughed. Once they got to the room, Y/N set Jack on the bed and both her and Hotch tucked him in. Y/N smiled before gently kissing the sleeping boy's forehead and whispering, "Goodnight, bud."
Hotch said goodnight to Jack before he and Y/N left the room. They went back to their room and changed into their pajamas before falling into bed. Hotch pulled Y/N against his chest and kissed her forehead.
"You're really good with him," Hotch said after a few moments of silence. "It makes me really happy to see you guys get along so well."
"He's a really good kid, Aaron," Y/N said, smiling up at her boyfriend. She paused for a second before continuing. "Thank you for today. You helped me more than you'll ever know."
"You're welcome, love. I'd do anything for you," Hotch whispered before kissing her lips gently. "Now come on, let's try and get a full night's sleep, yeah?"
Y/N nodded before snuggling into his chest. "I love you, Aaron Hotchner."
Hotch beamed at her before kissing her forehead. "And I love you, Y/N Y/L/N."
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Dust in the Wind Part 7 (tbb)
Master <Part 6 Part 8>
Pairing: Hunter x Secret Jedi! Reader (GN)
Rating and warning: General audience, feelings
Words: 1.1k
a/n: On this episode of the Baddy Bunch, we get real deep and talk about stuff. It's that one episode the writers snuck in to have something different. Nothing happens, so I wanted to post it now.
The ship was quiet on the way back to Ord Mantell, everyone but you and Tech sleeping in their bunks. Tech sat in the pilot seat, you in the seat next to him. You found yourself here a lot during the journeys you took with the Batch; the expanse of hyperspace gave you solace. Even though you weren’t in trouble, per say, you were left with a feeling of uneasiness after the day’s events. You sensed it course through your body, using your veins and nerves to keep you awake. It was loudest in your brain, your thoughts unrelenting. You felt as if you needed to do something but nothing you could do would actually comfort you, solve the problem you seemed to have. You had your knees to your chest and your chin resting on them, in a tight wad of anxious, humming energy.
It was a relaxed silence in the cockpit, at least, with neither you nor Tech feeling the need to say anything. He focused on the holopad in his hands intently. You almost asked a few times what held his attention so tightly, more just for conversation than in an interest in the subject. Tech’s info dumping was something you found endearing. Having such passion in different subjects, enough to be overfilled with knowledge and then wanting to share it with others, it was obvious to you Tech shared his excitement with those he kept close to show he loved them. You’d never say that to him, though, he either already knew that or he would figure it out one day.
Echo’s voice cut through your thoughts, “Tech, you can go to sleep now, and I’ll take watch.”
Without so much of a movement, Tech replied to his brother. “I will in a few, I want to check all the files in this database first. You can go back to sleep, and I’ll wake you up when I’m done.”
Echo chuckled. “Yeah, sure, so you can fall asleep right there and I get in trouble for not taking my shift. Do you just like sleeping in the pilot seat?” At the accusation, Tech turned in his seat to face his brother, finally removing his eyes from the holopad.
“That has only happened three ti—” “Four.” “Four times yet you refuse to let it go. I’ll be done in a moment, sit down.”
Seeing the boys bicker brought a smile to your face and you loosened your grip on your legs. This really was a family, and you made the right decision in protecting this home, if only they could have moments like this.
“So, Maxis,” Echo switched his attention to you while taking a seat in the chair behind Tech, “you were a part of the GAR at one point?” I was wrong, I made a mistake, I should have run away.
You hummed in response, not wanting to give specific details. You did notice; however, Tech’s hands had stopped fiddling with the holopad, and his eyes seemed to be focused on you.
“What did you do, exactly? The army was big so it’s not likely we would have run into each other but—”
“We couldn’t have,” you shook your head.
“How are you so sure?”
“I… left not long after the Clone Wars started.”
Tech seemed to have decided something and went back to searching. Echo, on the other hand, had gone quiet for a moment to take in what you just said.
“You left? Why, if I may ask?”
Running your hand through your hair, you stared forward back at hyperspace. “I didn’t agree with how the Clone Army was being used, living beings made to be expendable. Disposable lives used to keep those in power safe to make decisions that will never affect them. It went against what the Or—… what the Grand Republic stood for. I did my best to push against the grain, treat each Clone— each soldier as an individual. But… it became too much.”
Your confession hung heavy in the air, the uneasiness settling back in like a thick fog.
“We were trained to fight and were honored to give our lives for the Republic.” Yeah, but that’s how you were raised, your life was taken from you. Didn’t know any different.
“Programmed.” Tech still has his attention on the holopad. “We saw that especially with Order 66.”
Order 66… is that what they called the Purge?
“How did you…”
“Not kill every Jedi on sight? Not join the Empire?” Echo finished for you. “The event that… turned me part droid… damaged the chip they put in us. For the rest of the Batch, they were just too annoying to follow orders.” Echo had such a way in changing the mood.
“Actually,” you didn’t have to look, but Tech held one finger up to make his point, “our mutations made the order ineffective, the same desirable mutations that allow us to disobey orders. Well, except Crosshair for a bit.”
“Yeah, yeah, same thing.”
You looked at Tech. “Wait. Mutations? I knew you were… different… but…”
“Yes, each original member of the Batch has an enhanced skill. I collect and digest knowledge faster than any, Wrecker is incredibly strong and good with explosives, Crosshair is the most accurate sharpshooter and marksmen you’ll ever meet—”
“What about Hunter?” Your enthusiastic curiosity got the better of you, which did not go unnoticed by the two Clones. Echo had a slight knowing smirk cross his face, which you did not appreciate what that could lead to.
“As I was saying, Hunter can track anything using his enhanced senses.” As the knowledge sank in, all the bits and pieces about how Hunter knew things made sense.
Kriffing stars. You couldn’t stop the pout on your face as you realized why it was hard to keep things from Hunter.
“Omega never had a chip, but she is a different type of clone.”
“Putting that all together, the seven of you make a real wacky family traveling the galaxy in a beat-up ship. Could make for a great holoshow,” you said with a slight smile.
Echo stood up. “But don’t forget the mysterious rogue mechanic who hid in the ‘fresher. It’ll make for a great story arc,” the smirk on his face was back, but softer. “Tech, go to bed. Maxis, you can take my bunk since it’s free. You really should sleep on something that isn’t a chair, especially since you exerted yourself today. Otherwise, you’ll really regret it.”
You stood up and gave an exaggerated salute before turning on your heels to the bunks, no point in arguing with mom. He rolled his eyes, understanding the joke you were making but was happy you weren’t putting up a fight like you had previously. Tech followed closely behind.
Part 8
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delicate; b.barnes
chapter eight - “hovel, sweet hovel”
delicate masterlist
word count: 2k
synopsis: bucky and y/n arrive the shelter and take a look at what it has to offer.
pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader
[A/N]: what would you like to see happen next? let me know! (p.s. this is what i pictured the shelter/hovel to look like)
"I think this is it," Bucky said, looking forward at the structure in front of them.
"That's the 'shelter?'" Y/N huffed, hopelessly annoyed.
They had been walking and jogging on and off for forty-five minutes straight. Her feet killed.
"We're... gonna die."
"We are not gonna die, Y/N."
"Look at it! That is a hovel!"
"Well, inside's better than outside," Bucky retorted. "At least no one will see us if we're in there. It looks abandoned, they'll assume it actually is.”
She sighed and followed behind Bucky into the shelter. It was a one story stone structure that looked so old and weathered. It... looked like a shed. An old ass stone shed. She briefly wondered if Wakanda had a storm season because she was almost certain this thing wouldn't withstand it.
The door let out an anticipated squeak, and she was just as disappointed to see the inside as she was the outside. Bucky put the bags down and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah... this... isn't great..."
It was just as small as it seemed. And empty. Mostly. There were a few withered shelves with dusty pots and bowls, and an even more withered attempt at a table. There was what looked like a furnace in one corner with old, rotted wood in it. The wooden floor creaked under their steps.
The whole place felt like a ghost: desolate, ancient, and lonely. Except for one peculiar thing...
"Bucky?" she beckoned.
"Hm?"
(Y/N) hadn't noticed it when she first entered, but in the middle of the table sat a small, shiny, black panther figurine. It posed on all fours, looking ferociously up at her. It looked so out of place in contrast of the eternal layer of dust on everything else.
"What is this?" she asked reaching for the one thing that didn't match.
When her hand wrapped around it, energy surged into her skin. It felt almost... alive.
"(Y/N) what-" Bucky was cut off by a sound that startled them both.
In the corner across from the furnace, a section of the floor starting moving. Wood on wood on stone was not a good sound. Nonetheless, in mere seconds, there was an opening, and if (Y/N) leaned forward, she could see stairs!
Both of them remained still, feet planted on the creaky floor. They immediately looked at each other.
"What did you do?"
"I'm... not sure. I think I opened it."
(Y/N) smirked.
"What?" Bucky asked, confusion clearly evident in his tone.
"I should've known," (Y/N) shook her head. "Shuri wouldn't have led us here unless there was something more."
She held the panther figurine as she walked towards the opening.
"Wait," he grabbed her arm. "We don't know that Shuri knew that was here. What if it's a trap?"
"A trap from who? I don't think anyone knows we're here except Shuri."
"I don't know. J-Just let me go first."
"Alright. After you, oh wise one," she acquiesced, voice sarcastic but endearing all the same.
Bucky tried to suppress a chuckle. "Smartass. You're the wise one."
She tried to go down the stairs, letting him go first, but apparently that wasn't enough.
"Wait, just let me go look around and I'll holler when it's all good."
"Holler? Who says holler?"
"Me. Wait here."
"Fine," she made a show of pointedly plopping down on the top step, still and waiting as he requested.
It only took about ten seconds.
"Woah..." his voice came from far away.
"What is it?!" (Y/N) leaned forward.
"You were right! Come down, you gotta see this!"
She wasted no time... and standing beside Bucky, her jaw dropped.
"Holy..."
Beneath the ground was a significantly larger, way more modernized, and highly advanced survival shelter. All equipped with smaller versions of a table, chairs, and cabinets, along with a compact freezer and miniature stove, a chest, a closet, and two sets of bunk beds. Everything was clean and looked in optimal condition. There was even a rug.
"Shuri definitely didn’t leave you with nothing," Bucky commented, still taking it all in.
"-us with nothing," she corrected, retreating back up to the shed to get the bags.
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Later in the day, (Y/N) got a handle on the panther key and how to use it to open and close the entryway to the bunker. Once she figured it out, she kept it closed, ensuring their concealment and maximizing their safety.
Bucky had found his way into the closet, listing off the contents to (Y/N) who sat on the floor, back up against one of the bunk bed legs. She was exhausted. Her body had been assaulted by adrenaline and strenuous mortal-danger-physical-activity. Bucky seemed to be fine, though. Curse that super soldier serum. His energy was always so high.
"...oh, and here's the bedding stuff. I don't know what this is, though."
(Y/N) lethargically leaned her head over to get a good view of the closet.
She chuckled. "That's a space heater...Oh! And next to it - that's a portable AC. Makes sense. I doubt they could get electric or plumbing out here."
And her head rolled back to center, eyes closing, body exhausted.
Bucky seemed to notice. "Hey, if you're tired, I can make the beds...or at least yours if you wanna sleep now."
(Y/N) stretched her legs straight out in front of her. "No, that's okay."
She wasn't about to force her one armed friend to make a bed for her. That's just rude. Especially after he carried those bags. She felt bad; she wished she had done more.
"Nah, I don't mind. It's not like I got anything else to do," he insisted, bringing the bedding over.
(Y/N) stood, body internally complaining in aching protest. She didn't really have the energy to expertly persuade him.
"Buck, it's fine." Her voice was faint.
He didn't even stop to hesitate, seemingly determined on the task. She thought it better to just give up and let him do his thing since he was so set on it. However, the sheet was fitted and there were pillow cases, not really one-arm friendly assets. He was struggling... very clearly. (Y/N) felt even worse.
He started moving quicker, frustration jerking his arm in quick, irritated bursts as he was trying to get the sheet to stay. There was still no success.
She stepped forward gently. "Bucky..."
"Damn it!" he hissed, slamming his hand on the bed frame before forcefully standing up. His hand went to his forehead, rubbing his eyes in disappointment.
(Y/N) was a statue. She had never seen him mad before; she had no idea what to do. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't scared, she just wasn't sure what to say.
"Can't fuckin' do anything," he muttered under his breath.
She finally moved forward. "Hey, forget the bedding, it doesn't matter-"
"Yes it does," he turned. "We're hiding from a collapsed regime and I can't even make a damn bed. Plus you've done so much for me, I just wanted to help with something. I just wanted to be able to do something."
Oh. Suddenly, his anger was gone. It was replaced with a miserable helplessness. It made her chest tight; she needed to fix this.
"Buck, you don't owe me anything. I'm here because I wanted to help, not because I was expecting anything in return. And I don't know what you've been paying attention to, but I watched you carry the majority of those - heavy - bags the entire way here while simultaneously figuring out the way to the shelter while my brain was momentarily smooth. You were the voice of reason in that chaos we just escaped from, and it's a damn good thing you were so calm because I don't know if I could have handled the panic of the both of us."
"You could've," he murmured. "And I wasn't calm, I'm just used to this. I was trained for situations like this."
No, she wasn't going to lose to deflection.
"Regardless, you were a huge help. Seriously."
He still didn't look convinced.
"In fact, I feel more safe here with you than I would with Shuri and the Queen. You're like a super soldier body guard."
A look washed over his face that (Y/N) couldn't quite place. He looked at her quizzically, like he was trying to figure something out.
"You... feel safer with me?"
"That's what I said, yes."
"You're not like... worried about..."
"The Winter Soldier? No."
He sighed. "How can you be so sure? You have no idea if or when I might... you know."
"We are literally the only people here, and I don't plan on saying the trigger words. So unless you plan on saying them, I don't really think we have anything to worry about. And, even if you did 'you know,' you could definitely get away with it and no one would find the body."
He turned bright red. "What?!"
"I'm kidding! Sorry. But Bucky, you've been doing so well with me and Shuri, and honestly the Hydra programming might not even be there anymore."
"But we don't know for sure!"
"Bucky..." she pleaded, turning her head slightly as to say what is this about?
"I can't trust my own mind," he sighed looking at the floor. "I just don't wanna do anything bad. It's just - weird that you don't seem to be worried at all."
"Why is that?"
"Everyone sees me as a monster."
The room was dead silent. He wasn't looking at her, but if (Y/N) looked at him any harder, she was sure she'd burn a hole through his head. How could anyone see this man as a monster? Logically, she understood what other people saw. But personally, she couldn’t find it in her to perceive him like that. It just didn’t work. All she could find was gentleness, compassion, and sincerity.
"I can't see you as something you're not," she said, whisper soft. "I don't care if you hands are 'scarred from murder' or however you said it a few sessions ago. I trust them entirely."
He finally looked up at her, his face filled with something she couldn't quite place. It looked a bit like disbelief and then it changed into relief and then something else entirely. A slow smile crept up on his lips.
"...hand."
"What?"
"My hand. Singular. Not hands."
A deep, deep smile - to match the one on Bucky - grew on her face just before the pair started cracking up ridiculously. Perhaps this was an odd way of releasing the tension, fear, frustration, and exhaustion of the day. Nevertheless, laughter was cathartic. It was so cathartic that eventually (Y/N) could hardly catch her breath and Bucky's stomach hurt. This went on for several minutes.
In time, they both calmed down. She didn't remember when exactly it happened, but they were both sitting on the floor now. They sat in between the two bunk beds, facing one another, each back leaning against a respective bedpost.
The atmosphere was different now, but not in a bad way. It felt like 2 a.m. at a sleepover, when the conversations get drowsily deep, with slow voices and honest confessions. It was heavy eyelids and low inhibitions.
A fresh wave of exhaustion washed over her. She let her head fall slack against the bedpost, resting.
"Bucky, what were sleepovers like in the forties?" she asked softly, eyes closing ever so delicately.
"Well," he started, getting into a story of his past with Steve and the couch cushions.
And that's how she fell asleep. Sitting on the floor, leaning against a bunk bed, and listening to his voice fade out into the background of her consciousness.
If only she knew how she would wake up: laying comfortably on one of the beds, with one blanket on top of her and another below her because he couldn't get the sheet to cooperate. With the pillowcase carefully draped atop the pillow instead of enveloping it because that's what one hand would allow. With the bed next to her being slept in with no blanket because he used his as the replacement for the sheet he couldn’t get to cooperate.
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Always Going To Be You ~ Hwang Hyunjin [Request]
↬↬↬Word Count: 1.8K
↬↬↬Genre: Angst with a fluffy ending
↬↬↬Pairing: Hyunjin x Fem!Reader
Hyunjin left early that morning again without a goodbye kiss or even waking you up to tell you that he was going out and you woke up to the cold and empty bed once again that week. You rolled over expecting to find your boyfriend laying beside you but his side of the bed was freezing suggesting he'd left early if he'd been home at all. You felt like you hadn't seen him in weeks the way he'd been acting was so weird to you it started when he came home from the studio one day you'd figured he'd had a fight or something with one of the boys so you let him chill out but after that he became distant. Began ignoring you, leaving early and coming home late you put all of that down to his job stress but then Changbin told you they weren't working as late as Hyunjin was so you were left doubted where your boyfriend was really disappearing to all day and night.
"Hey, baby...Call me when you get this, you were supposed to have this weekend off...What happened?" You didn't care that you sounded needy or clingy right now, you missed spending time with him so you were going to give him until you got out of the shower for some kind of explanation but if there wasn't anything you were going to call Changbin for answers.
Staring down at the lyrics he was working on Hyunjin tried to think about the things that were going through his head, it was what Chan told him to do whenever his mind got jumbled like this. Write all of your feelings down on paper and try to turn them into a song, so far Hyunjin had three songs all with different ways he was feeling right now, none of it was helping him. If anything it was only confusing him more on how he was feeling and he was left more unsure than ever, which was why he'd locked himself in the studio this weekend, away from you, away from the boys just to clear his head on everything. His phone flashed beside him signalling that he had a new voicemail and without looking he already knew that it was from you, probably asking where he was and why he wasn't at home like he was supposed to be. This was one thing he hated about feeling the way he did right now he was pushing you away but that was his head, one side of him was telling him how crazy he was but the other one was telling him to push you far away from him and his lifestyle.
Time continued to pass yet there was still no news from Hyunjin about where he was and what he was doing, you tried not to let your mind run to the worst places it could but it was hard when Hyunjin was extremely attractive and surrounded by equally attractive people all of the time in his job.
"Binnie?" You asked down the phone as you stood outside of their dorm, you'd brought food for everyone since you knew they were all home - all of them except for Hyunjin that was, Felix text you to let you know that he wasn't there either.
"You're here? I'll come and unlock the door now," You and Changbin had been friends for years so it was no big deal that you would go and hang out with him from time to time but this wasn't just going to be a friendly visit. You wanted answers on what your boyfriend was doing and if he wasn't going to be the one to give you those answers you'd use other ways.
"Hey! Look at you, bringing us all food. We should wife you up," He winked noticing your clothes, you were in one of his hoodies and a black pair of leggings you'd clearly made no effort in what you were wearing or your hair so he knew something was wrong.
"We'll get some plates and talk, come on." He threw his arm over your shoulder and began pulling you through the house. There was one thing about Changbin you loved and that was the fact that he'd been brought up with older sisters so he knew just what to say and do in this situation.
"FOOD!" He screamed waiting for all of the boys to emerge from their hiding spots slowly and coming out to see what food there was for the offering.
"It's like living on a farm!" You expressed watching as Jisung and Felix began fighting over some of the spring rolls while Jeongin and Chan were devising a plan on stealing the whole chow mein together.
"My room, come on." Changbin began pulling you in the direction of his, Chan's and Hyunjin's dorm room and he put you down on the bottom bunk and handed you a teddy.
"Tell Oppa Binnie all about it." He ordered sitting back on the bed, you laid your head down on his thigh and looked up at the mattress that was peaking through the slabs of the bed above this one.
"He's not been coming home, if he does it's late and he's gone early...I just want to know what I did to make him this distant." Changbin was already playing with your hair and trying to calm you down in any way that he could but all that was doing was making you sleepy.
"Hyunjin and I don't talk about things like that but I can try and figure things out if you want," He whispered, he could tell by one look at you how hurt about all of this you were but you weren't willing to admit to Hyunjin.
"Really? I don't want it to cause problems in the group-"
"I've been friends with you a lot longer than the group, you come first. I warned Hyunjin when you first started dating that I wouldn't let him hurt you." You whimpered a little, tearing up as he turned into an overprotective brother-type, it was quite endearing to see him like this since it wasn't very often that it happened.
Later that week Hyunjin came in from another late night and he'd expected to find you in bed like all of the other times but he walked into your apartment to see you sitting in the living room with a suitcase.
"What's this?" He asked taking off his shoes, dropping his keys on the table and looking at you, your eyes never left his as he made his way into the living room.
"I'm leaving. It's clear that you don't want to be a part of this relationship anymore but don't know how to end things, so I'm making it easy for you and I'm leaving." He couldn't believe what he was hearing coming from your mouth but you had to do this, you had to take a stand about what was happening it was your relationship as well.
"Why?"
"I don't know Hyunjin? You tell me, you're never home? When you are it's like I don't even exist. You haven't looked at me in weeks-"
"I'm looking at you now!" He yelled but you just scoffed at him not wanting to hear him yell, you wanted to hear why he was being so distant and weird with you. Changbin hadn't managed to get a single thing from him after you left the dorms that day, all Hyunjin did was shut everyone out after that.
"What did I do? Did I piss you off? Is there someone else?" He heard your voice crack and he couldn't believe you would think that there would be someone else,
"Of course, not." You waited for some kind of explanation but nothing came so you picked up your keys and stood up reaching for your suitcase but he pushed it away from you. Putting it out of your reach so you couldn't leave without going past him,
"Hyunjin I am done fighting for this relationship when it's clear I am the only one trying," He let you go and you began walking past him taking the case and wheeling it to the door.
"There's no one else," He called out when your hand touched the door handle, you stood in place and he sighed turning to look at you.
"There's no one else, there never has and there never will be." You weren't following along with him and why would you? He'd shut you out for weeks so he knew you'd be pissed.
"I've been confused about my feelings, it's hard to explain." He'd planned on never doing this, he'd planned on working out his feelings by himself but seeing the way you were just going to walk out, how hurt you were it made everything clear to him for what he had to do.
"Please sit down." He begged, his eyes were filled with tears as he turned to look at you so you just walked to the sofa taking a seat next to him as he reached for your hands.
"I love you, you know that and I just...I got too in my head about everything. I figured that you needed better than me...I wanted you to have everything I can't give you. A normal relationship," The frown on your face was evidence that you weren't following along with him,
"Hyunjin I don't-"
"I don't want you to wake up one day and realise you don't want my lifestyle...The paparazzi, the hiding and sneaking around-" Your hand cupping his face stopped him from talking and he looked at you wondering what you were doing,
"I will always want you," You stared into his eyes promising him it again,
"It's always going to be you," You whispered hoping that he would believe you,
"Always?" He questioned placing his hand over yours, he was only just now realising how cold your skin was to touch.
"Always." You confirmed and he smiled softly, he didn't look happy or convinced about any of it so you were about to tell him again,
"Hyunjin-"
"We should get you to bed, it's freezing your hands are like ice." He pouted taking your hand and walking towards the bedroom of your apartment. On the way he was blowing hair in his hand that was holding yours, trying to warm it up as best as he could.
"Here," He went to the wardrobe getting out one of your favourite hoodies of his and giving it to you along with some thick leggings to wear to bed that night.
"Get changed," He whispered turning on the TV and finding a movie for you to both snuggle up together and watch while falling asleep in his arms for the night.
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lacuna- part 5
din/reader
i want to say a massive thank you for everybody who’s supported the content creator strike, it’s really important to draw attention to the issues we face and hopefully it’ll mean that engagement goes up and people will start respecting creators more 💛 as always, a massive thank you to @brothersdrxke for drifting with me on this
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word count: 3.4k
warnings: probably some swears, poetic allusions to smut, din experiences emotion, 18+ no babies thanks
You don’t see Din for years, but he never fully leaves your mind.
Green Squadron gets pulled every which way across the galaxy, and you follow your orders. From the outer atmosphere above Scarif, to the Battle of Yavin, to some Outer Rim planet you barely spent a day on where the white ground turns red with every footstep. You see more stars than you ever thought possible. Mercifully, the endless missions and drills leave you little time to wonder what the Mandalorian might be up to in your absence.
You’re not thinking about him under hails of blaster fire and explosives, nor while you duck and weave through smoke and flame to cover your teammates in the air. But he comes to you in the small hours, hours you spend trying to sleep, hours you spend wishing you were tucked up close against his side. You still claw through your memory for his smell, long since disappeared from the blanket you keep with you. Metallic and warm and home.
You’ve not used that word to describe anything for a long time, but it feels right.
Still, you live. Life in the Rebellion keeps you busy. Between meetings and missions and drills, you barely have enough time to eat, or sleep, or think some days. You’re grateful for that. The people around you are just as engrossed by war, but they don’t seem to let it get in the way. There’s love and light and laughter and you let it engulf you when you can. Nights spent in the rec rooms on your assigned cruiser, playing games of sabacc or keeping friends steady on barstools at the tiny cantina. People don’t stop living, so neither do you. Shara and Kes had married as soon as he was between missions, not long after she’d held your hand in a death grip at the prospect of her possible pregnancy. And you’re the first to hold their little boy when he comes, a week earlier than expected and furious, screaming into the galaxy. Life is good. But it’s missing something.
You try to live, at least. You freely give out smiles and stories and time, but you can never bring yourself to take it further. They always lean in close and you keep the distance. Break eye contact. You can’t do it. It’s not right. To do that to him. Even through the radio silence, even through the way you feel him just out of reach. You’re always kind about it, and nobody ever takes it badly, eyes soft as you apologise and tell them you’re spoken for. He hasn’t, but you are. That’s how it’ll always be.
He creeps into your dreams until he’s always there, his arms the only thing you can think of in the moments before you sleep.
Somewhere outside, you’re always outside with him. And there’s no armour or uniforms or obligations, just you and him and the sky as it turns a soft shade of pink. He’s not wearing his helmet, something you know as solidly as you know how to fly, but you can never quite stretch up to see his face. You don’t mind. You don’t mind because in this reality, he loves you. He tells you he loves you, over and over, and that’s enough. It doesn’t last long. The clouds roll in, dark and heavy, and Din’s warmth disappears from beneath you. Instead, you’re swallowed into the black as Captain Antilles tells you to suit up and move out. You don’t know where you’re going, but the weight sitting in the pit of your stomach makes you certain you’re not coming back.
You wake up in a cold sweat, breathing hard, and try to bring your heart rate down. Other pilots in the barracks are fast asleep around you, breathing in unison. Except one.
“You have a lot of those,” Shara whispers, the rest of the squadron still snoring, “Bad dreams, I mean.”
“Did you get a holo today?” You don’t want to talk about your dream. The fear still courses through you, it seemed so real. Missions are getting more and more dicey as each side gets more and more desperate, it’s not clear who’s winning anymore. If anybody. You can count on one hand the number of pilots who’ve come back completely unscathed in the last few months.
“He’s talking properly now, I swear every time I see him he’s bigger.” She’s trying not to cry, and you have the good grace not to mention it. Being away from her son for this long leeches at Shara’s spirit. Little Poe is safe and happy and being doted on by a relative of Kes’s, far away from the Empire’s reach. But sleep escapes her most nights, replaced by the pain of watching him grow from a distance, and the very real threat that she won’t get to see him grow up at all. You stretch your arm out across the narrow gap between your bunks and find her hand in the darkness. It’s all either of you have.
“We’re flying out to the Endor system in 36 hours. The second Death Star is mid-production, not operational, we’ll hit it before it’s done.” There’s none of the sarcastic warmth you’ve come to expect from your team commander over the years, this is it. The final stand. The noise of the cruiser’s hangar fades away as your brain switches to fight mode and you process your orders. The end of the Empire, or the Rebellion. Three possible outcomes: you win and live, you win and die, or you lose and die. The Empire will not leave survivors. Like any good pilot, you pretend that the odds don’t scare you.
You’re going to lose people. Friends, colleagues, strangers will fall, but that’s the risk you run in the Rebellion. Every single person would lay down their life at a moment’s notice if it meant the chance of success. You’re the best you’ve ever been, a veritable armoury of skills that would make your sixteen year old self faint. If it was down to just you, you’d make it out of any dogfight no doubt about it. You have no fear when you’re in the air. But it’s not just you, is it? It’s Shara, and Green Squadron, and the Rebellion at large. If any of them go down, there’s no question that you’ll follow.
You’re fumbling through your pack the moment you realise you’ve made it back to the barracks, alone, the solitude is far too rare and you’re not about to waste it worrying. You’ve pressed the talk button and brought the comm up to your mouth before you’ve even figured out what you want to say. Hopes that he’ll answer, or hear you at all, aren’t exactly high. But you’re desperate enough to give it a go.
“I’m going to the inn at Mos Espa. The one from before? I’ll click when I’m there, if you’re around.” You don’t tell him that it’s because you’re pretty sure you’re going to die. And you love him, even if he doesn’t know. And you’re selfish, ultimately. You just hope he can’t tell you’re trying not to cry.
“-if you’re around.”
Your voice echoes around the cockpit of the Razor Crest, and Din tries to ignore the way it ties his stomach in knots. He misses you, so much more than he thought he would. It’s like there’s a space inside him where only you fit, like his lungs threaten to collapse without you.
He should pretend that he didn’t get the message, like the way he pretends that he doesn’t keep the long-range comm pinned to the control board of the Crest, like the way he pretends he doesn’t think about getting in touch with you every second of every day. It’s the first time he’s heard from you in a while and there’s a new bounty puck burning a hole in his pocket and he really shouldn’t be thinking about going. Except there’s something in your voice that he can’t quite work out. He doesn’t want to go so far as to call it fear, but he can’t sit there wondering. He can’t sit there as if he hasn’t missed you.
So, Din powers up the Razor Crest, and locks in the coordinates for Mos Espa.
You hadn’t even needed to ask Shara to cover for you, she offered the second the word Mando slipped out. You’ve held her through nights where all she can do is miss Kes, she understands the pain you feel every time you spot the comm in your pack. You’d asked her once if she thought you were being silly, pining over a man whose face you’ve never seen. She’d only told you to shut up, that he’s clearly not just some guy you sleep with when the opportunity arises.
“You don’t lose sleep over dick, Lieutenant.”
And she’s right, even if you’re afraid to put any other word to it.
The room hasn’t changed, although you’re not sure why some part of you had expected it to. The desk and chair are still in the same place, the bedding still a faded red, even the light in the ceiling has the same tattered lampshade. You stand by the small window, watching people’s shadows grow long as the day comes to an end. Still no word, no sign, nothing from Din.
The suns set, and he’s not here. He’s not coming. You hate how much you want to see him, just once, before you have to leave. You’re about to curl up on top of the bedcovers and sleep, until two knocks on the door echo loud and clear.
You look rough. Din doesn’t want that to be the first thing he thinks about you when he opens the door, but he can’t deny it. Your shoulders sag with exhaustion, stress, and there’s that fear he didn’t want to admit to hearing before. It’s not him you’re afraid of, but somehow he knows you won’t even acknowledge it.
“Been a while.” Years. It’s been years and that’s the first thing he can think of to say?
He’s here and now you can barely move. You spent so long preparing yourself for him not to show that you have no idea how to react now that he has. It feels like you’re walking through cobwebs.
“Yeah, it- it has been.” This is really not how you envisioned this would go. But he’s right, it has been a while. Maybe the more hopeful part of your heart wanted you to just pick up where you left off, but you’re not even exactly sure where that would be.
Din makes the decision for you. He strips his armour slowly, setting it on the desk in the same way he did the last time you stayed here, and never once takes his eyes off of you. You can feel it, like he thinks you’ll disappear if he looks away. Maybe you will.
Your jacket is already draped over the back of the chair, the night not yet cold enough to warrant more than your tattered t-shirt. It’s the one you wear under your flight suit. You’d left your old blanket on your bed back on the cruiser, you need his scent on this instead. You need to keep him with you when you take to the skies, just in case.
He steps closer to you, helmet still in place, until he’s all you can see. The cold metal presses down firm against your forehead, but it’s not uncomfortable. It feels right. In any other context, it might scare you.
“I need you.” You can’t keep the tremble out of your voice, only hoping it makes you sound desperately horny rather than terrified. Your hands knot themselves in the thick fabric of the flight suit over his chest and he just holds you there for a moment. Bare hands skim your back, reaching up underneath your shirt to find your skin. They freeze when he finds a symmetrical set of scars. The marks feel old, settled, but still carry a heat that feels more recent than the ones he’s used to feeling.
“Prod, I think the medic said it was. Don’t recommend that.” Your half-hearted laugh travels up his fingertips.
Din’s mind flashes back to years ago, to the crime syndicate he slaughtered, the ones who’d treated torture like it was dinner and a show. The rebel pilots he’d freed-
“We had the bantha-prod on the other one yesterday. Oh, the screaming.”
He decides it probably wasn’t you, the galaxy is a big place and there’s more wannabe crime lords than womp rats. The chances of you being the second pilot are slim, and if one group was using bantha-prods on prisoners there’s no doubt there would be more. They’re convenient, easy to get your hands on, and pack a decent punch. He lets his fingers rest on each of the pronged scars for a moment, and leaves it at that.
You keep your forehead pressed to the helmet and let Din strip the layers between you, breaking only when he leans back to lift the old t-shirt over your head and your eyes slip shut against the dim moonlight. You can’t see much with them open but you need to feel him, all of him, and you know he trusts you not to look. Your mind is reeling so much that you don’t even hear him slip the helmet off, you don't register that he’s bared himself to you as much as you’re bared to him until he’s pressing you down against the threadbare blankets.
It’s there that you let him consume you, take over every square inch of your skin until you belong to him completely. Just for this isolated moment, as if the war doesn’t exist. And you revel in it, you lose yourself and let him guide you through it all. Committing his every touch, every kiss, every breath to your memory. This is what you’ll think of when you go down tomorrow. You’ll think of him and the tight feeling in your heart when he kisses you and you’ll remember that he took care of you. Even when you can’t get your hands to stop shaking.
You’re in your head, he can tell. But Din knows you, far better than either of you are willing to admit, and he knows you won’t tell him. So he throws everything he is into it. Into this time with you, no idea when he’ll get to be with you again. If ever. And for once, the fear for his creed is silent. He pulls you into him until it’s impossible to tell that you’re not one single being. You need this, clearly, and his heart is so firmly in your hands that he’ll give it to you. He’ll put everything on hold for you, every time.
You’re the first one to rise from the bed, barely having caught your breath before you’re rummaging for your clothes on the floor with your eyes still clenched shut, and that’s when Din knows something’s definitely wrong. He can hear your hands shake as you pull your t-shirt back over your head.
“Hey,” He leans forward to catch your elbow, but you shrug his fingers away, “What’s wrong?”
“I have to get back to base.” Is the only explanation you offer. Din huffs and the sound makes you flinch, too sharp in the dark, as he pulls you back to the scratchy sheets. Your hands find his broad chest and you take a second to focus on his breathing, on the way his ribs expand, until you can find the right words.
“Cyar’ika.”
“I think I’m dying tomorrow.”
He says nothing. You don’t expect him to. What are you supposed to say when somebody tells you they’re going to die?
“Din, I-”
He surges up to kiss you, breathing you in and surrounding you until he is all you know. All you ever want to know.
“Tell me when you live.” He whispers, pulling his lips away just enough to speak, and hopes you’re tired enough to forget the way you promise as you tuck yourself back into his chest. He can’t let you say the words, he knows he’ll never leave if you do.
It doesn’t take much convincing to get you to stay. A few hours, he says. He’ll wake you up when you need to go, he says. You know he will, he’s never given you a reason not to trust his word. And you let yourself relax into him, curling into his side and wondering what would happen if he didn’t wake you up. What if you just stayed here, the two of you in this room, for the rest of forever? It’s a nice enough thought to clear your mind and let sleep take over.
You wake before he does, hours before the suns are meant to rise and you know it’s time to go. It hurts, to think about leaving Din here in this bed to wake up alone. Like the last time. You hope he’s not too upset with you as you fumble blindly for the rest of your abandoned clothes.
While he has seen far too much cruelty, and been far too kind to you to deserve this, you leave him sleeping. Better for him to wake at dawn and be angry with you than to wake now and convince you not to go. You know he would. You’ve never much believed in the Force, or love for that matter, but every path you’ve ever taken has led you straight back to him. That’s got to count for something.
But love isn’t something you get to have. You’re not foolish enough to convince yourself that it is. Although, if anything in the galaxy could come close, it would be Din. You leave your heart behind with him, tucked up close beside his in the tangled sheets. He’ll keep it safe, you can trust him, of that you’re certain.
“You ready?” Shara’s trying her best to sound upbeat, and you have to hand it to her. It’s difficult not to feel like this is the end, hers is the first smile you’ve seen all day.
“I think we both know the answer to that.” You reply as you tug her into a hug. You squeeze each other almost uncomfortably tightly, but part of you feels like it might be the last chance you get to hold your best friend. She’ll feel every ounce of love you have for her, even if you crack each other’s ribs. Your matching dark green flight suits feel far too new, too starched and solid, for the firefight you know is coming.
“You smell like boy.” She mumbles into your shoulder and you huff out a laugh.
“I’ll see you after.” You say when she pulls back. Neither of you are sure you’re right.
But you are. The comms fill with cheers as you watch the second Death Star crumble, the remnants of the fleet around you falling. And you can breathe. Your work, the Rebellion’s work, is far from over but this? This is everything you’ve been working towards for years. It’s hard not to feel relieved for just a moment. You catch Shara as she zips by, following her down to Endor’s surface.
You’ve barely unclipped the safety belts before she’s wrestling you out of the cockpit and down to the forest floor. You land in a heap of laughter, maybe a few tears, and wait for the adrenaline to settle.
“We did it!” Shara’s smile is wider than you’ve ever seen it as you clasp her cheeks in your hands and hold her there. You’re both swept up into somebody’s arms only a moment later, Kes Dameron’s booming laugh filling your ears, and you let the joy wash over you. You’ve gotten through the worst of it with this, your little found family of rebels, intact. If only it wasn’t so glaringly obvious that someone is missing.
Later into the night, you pull yourself away from the party, slipping down a ladder from the treehouses and making your way to the ships. It takes a moment to remember exactly where your A-Wing is, and another to dig around in your pack to find it, but you breathe a sigh of relief as your fingers close around the comm. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever will come.
“I made it.”
There’s a second, a click from the comm, and then another.
Din finally lets the tears fall, and he can breathe again.
As though the man on the other end thought better of what he was going to say. The party still rages above your head, and you try not to let it get to you.
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Cookies and Milk
Pairing: Sam x Reader. Other characters: Dean Winchester, Jody Mills
Word Count: 5060+
Warnings: None really, except here there be fluff
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You were on a supply run in town to restock the bunker's refrigerator and pantry, one of your jobs while the boys were on a hunt. The list for this run wasn't as long as usual, but you still had quite a bit to buy. On your list were the items to make meatloaf, spaghetti, beef stew, chili, and your famous lasagna.
As you were nearing the frozen food section and the end of your list, your phone buzzed in your pocket with a text message from Dean. They were on their way home, and had stopped at a gas station for fuel and snacks. He wanted to let you know about when to expect him and Sam home.
DW: Hey, sweetheart. We stopped for gas and stuff, but we're still about five hours from home. Wanted to let you know.
You: I'm in town now, on a supply run. How did it go?
DW: I'll tell you more when we get back.
You: Okay, Dean. Drive careful, see you guys when you get home. Over and out.
Dean's last text message had you a little concerned, but there was no sense in worrying about it now. The best you could do was be there for the boys to support them, whatever they might need. Something you'd been doing for quite some time now, it seemed.
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You've been bunking with the Winchesters for the past six years now, but you've known them much longer than that. Ever since Bobby sent them to help you on that wendigo hunt, you've been the best of friends.
Over the years, you had drifted in and out of each others' lives, meeting up on a hunt or taking a break at Bobby's house. It wasn't until Bobby passed away that you moved into your own room in the bunker and semi-retired from hunting. You knew hunting was important work, it was just that you felt you could be more useful in a support capacity.
The bunker's gym helped you keep in shape and maintain your fighting skills. For the most part, though, you were in charge of the bunker. Your duties mostly included supply runs, chief cook and bottle washer, research and medical service. You also fielded calls for information from other hunters, given the expansive Men of Letters' library.
You and Dean shared a love of classic rock music, action movies and baked goods. Whenever Dean needed a bit of cheering up, you knew just how to do it. Usually, a freshly-baked pie was all it took to put him on the road to recovery. Didn't matter what flavor, though you knew apple, cherry and pecan were among his favorites.
Sam was different. To you, he was the "quieter Winchester". With his warm hazel eyes, thick chestnut hair and long arms perfect for providing comfort when you needed it. The two of you bonded over books, whether for research or for fun. You didn't always see eye-to-eye on music, but he didn't mind watching a chick-flick with you every now and then.
He was particularly sensitive to other peoples' emotions, quick to offer comfort at the first sign of distress. On the other hand, accepting comfort from those closest to him wasn't always easy for Sam. He had a tendency to want to process things on his own, away from prying eyes and concerned hearts.
With Sam, if you needed to talk, you could count on him to listen and not dismiss your feelings. You could be yourself with him, even let your inner "nerd self" shine through. As time passed, your feelings had developed to where you saw Sam as more than your best friend. You knew you had to keep those thoughts about him to yourself, though. The last thing you ever wanted was to risk a longtime friendship over what you were sure was one-sided affection.
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While you were putting away the groceries at home, your thoughts drifted back to your feelings about Sam. You wished there was some way to show him how much you cared, how you were there for him if he needed someone.
You remembered that one way you showed Dean that you cared was with a homemade pie. You wondered if something like that would work in the same way for Sam. So instead of pie, you decided to make Sam a batch of cookies. It would be your way of telling him that someone was thinking about him, like the pie did for Dean.
With a plan of action and a renewed sense of purpose, you rummaged through the cupboards and found that you had everything you needed for some oatmeal chocolate and peanut butter chip cookies. You hurried to put away the rest of the groceries so you could get started on the baking.
You got right to work mixing the butter, sugar, eggs and the other ingredients. You also made sure to sample a few of the chocolate and peanut butter chips. Got to check the quality level, you thought with a smile.
After you finished cleaning up from your baking endeavors, you still had a couple of hours before Dean said they would be home. You reached for your book that was left on the coffee table and you picked up reading where you left off. Next thing you knew, a hand was caressing your cheek, so you opened your eyes to see Dean smiling down at you.
"We're home, sweetheart," he said softly.
You yawned and stretched in your chair. "Welcome home, Winchesters," you replied sleepily. You pulled yourself into an upright position and looked around the room. "Where's Sam?" you asked.
Dean dropped his gaze. "He headed off to go take a shower," Dean answered. "This was a rough one, honey. I'm just glad it's over, though. It's so good to be home," he explained.
"I'm glad you're home too, Dean. Wanna tell me what happened?" you asked gently.
He took a seat on the couch next to your chair. "It was a lot of little things that added up to one giant mess. Nothing went according to plan, even more 'off book' than usual," Dean explained. "We both almost got clawed, but we managed to fight them off. Now they can't hurt anyone else," he remarked.
You stood up from your chair and held out your hand. "Walk with me, Dean, I have a surprise for you in the kitchen. I may or may not have made you an apple pie yesterday. You know, unless you're not interested...." you teased, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
Dean jumped up from the couch as if sitting on a spring, taking your hand as he reached his feet. "Really?" he asked excitedly. You nodded, and he gave you a peck on the cheek. "Bestest best friend ever," he grinned and rushed off in the direction of the kitchen.
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Later that night after a dinner of pizza and Dean having a third slice of pie, you went to your room to read to help you fall asleep. Dean's exhaustion started to take its toll on him, so he showered and after wishing you goodnight, he went to bed. Sam hadn't come out for dinner, but there was enough leftover pizza that you weren't worried about him going hungry.
As the night wore on, you started to hear talking from the direction of Sam's room. You put your book down, put on your slippers and carefully opened your door. You roamed the hallways, trying to find the source of the noise. It was at its loudest when you were standing in front of Sam's door.
You peeked into his room to see him in the middle of a nightmare, tossing and turning. A sheen of perspiration had formed on his brow. Your heart broke for him a little to see him in such turmoil when he should be at rest.
After getting a cool, wet washcloth for him, you carefully sat on the edge of his bed. You gently placed the washcloth on his forehead and reached to take his hand in both of yours. He jumped at the unexpected contact and his eyes flew open. His head swiveled frantically from side to side, taking in his surroundings and trying to figure out what was going on.
"Shh, shh, it's okay, Sam. I'm here, you're safe now. It was just a nightmare, it wasn't real," you soothed. His breathing slowly returned to normal and he started to come back around.
"Did I wake you? I'm sorry if I did," Sam rasped.
"No, I was awake, reading when I heard you in here, having your nightmare. Do you want to talk about it?" you asked gently.
"Not right now," he answered with a shiver.
You placed a hand on his shoulder and was surprised to discover that it was so wet. His clothes were soaked in sweat, as were his sheets. "Hey, let's get you into some dry clothes, you'll catch cold if you don't," you remarked. "I'll take the sheets off and put them in the laundry room to be washed tomorrow. While I'm doing that, you change," you ordered.
"Yes, ma'am," he grinned.
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After he had changed into some dry clothes, Sam wandered into the kitchen for a late snack, since he hadn't come out for dinner. He knew you and Dean had pizza for dinner, so he headed for the fridge to get some of the leftovers.
He stopped when he saw the note on the table with his name on it, next to a plate of cookies and an empty glass. Sam didn't remember you making any cookies before they left for the hunt. He loved it when you made cookies. If he had seen them, he definitely would've taken some with him.
Sam looked around to see if you were near the kitchen and were going to join him, but didn't see you anywhere. He chuckled at your instructions that he was to eat all of the cookies by dunking them in the tall glass of milk. Then he was supposed to drink all of the milk, even though it would have cookie crumbs in it. Well, if she insists, he thought with a grin. Sam poured himself a glass of milk, then sat down to attack the plate of cookies.
Per your instructions, he dunked the first cookie, letting it soak up some of the milk like a sponge. The first bite was heavenly, as it seemed to melt in his mouth. A groan of appreciation escaped his lips, not only for the taste, but for your efforts in making the cookies in the first place.
As the cookies disappeared one by one, Sam thought about how you helped him out of his nightmare tonight. You woke him up out of it, and took care of him by making sure he changed into some dry clothes. You also set up his sheets to be washed in the morning. That last hunt really took it out of him, with so much not going according to plan.
Sam welcomed any opportunity he could to confide in you about how he was feeling or just to feel your arms around him. He longed to hear your kind words and let them wash over him in your soft, soothing voice as it fell from those pouty, kissable lips. And your eyes always held such understanding. No matter what secrets he shared with you, he never saw any judgment in their depths.
Before Sam knew it he was out of cookies, so he followed your last instruction and drank all the milk. He smiled to himself because he had to admit that he felt a bit better than when he first walked into the kitchen. He took his dirty dishes to the sink, rinsed out the glass, then he headed back to his room to sleep. The only part that would've made it better is for you to have also been in the kitchen, spending time with him and talking.
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The next morning, you wandered into the kitchen to start making breakfast, still wearing your pajamas. Coffee was the first order of business, because Dean was very grumpy without it. You went to the sink to fill the pot with water for making coffee. You noticed that the plate and glass you left out for Sam had been rinsed and were waiting to be washed. A small smile crept across your face, knowing that your mission had been accomplished.
Dean stumbled into the kitchen shortly after you pressed the 'start' button on the coffee pot. He took a seat at the table and grumbled as he rested his head on top of the table. "Good morning, Dean," you giggled.
He lifted his head and stared at you through half-lidded eyes. "Is coffee ready yet?" he rasped.
"Not yet, but I'll make sure you get some as soon as it is," you chuckled. You squeezed Dean's shoulder as you walked by him on your way back to the stove.
You heard someone clearing his throat and looked up to see Sam standing in the doorway. "Good morning, Sam," you said with a smile. "I hope it didn't take you too long to get back to sleep last night," you remarked.
"Good morning to you. No, I came in here after I changed clothes and had some cookies and milk that a certain someone left for me," Sam replied as he returned your smile.
You couldn't help but grin as you kept your head down and continued to prepare breakfast. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, Sam," you said.
"Uh huh, yeah right," he smirked. "I thought for sure you were going to come in here to join me, but you didn't," Sam pouted.
"Oh. I thought you might want that time to yourself, so I went back to my room. Sorry," you replied.
He stepped behind you to grab three coffee cups from the cabinet, then turned to glance over your shoulder. Sam was so close that you swore you could feel his breath on your neck as you flipped the pancakes.
"Something I can help you with, Sam?" you asked. As you turned to make eye contact with the man behind you, he was so close that your lips meshed against his ever so gently. Your cheeks immediately felt blazing hot and you closed your eyes tightly to regain your composure.
Sam jumped back in surprise, then touched his lips where yours had most recently been. He took a hesitant step towards you as you flipped the last of the pancakes. You put them on the platter and turned off the griddle. You brought the steaming stack of flapjacks over to the table, then awkwardly excused yourself from the room.
Dean stared after you as you bolted from the kitchen. "What's wrong with her?" he asked.
A grin slowly spread across Sam's face as it dawned on him what had just occurred. He realized how perfect it felt to have your lips pressed against his, even if only for the briefest of moments. Sam also became aware of how much he wanted to do that again, but for longer and with even more contact. "I don't know, Dean," he said slowly.
"Dude, you okay?" Dean asked, cutting into Sam's daydream.
"Perfect, Dean. Just perfect. Can you please pass the bacon?" Sam answered.
"You know this is real bacon, right?" Dean said as he eyed his brother.
"Yeah, I know. It's okay, I'll burn the calories off tomorrow on my run," he assured Dean.
"Getting weird around here," Dean muttered.
Back in your room, you sat on the edge, head in your hands. What the hell was I thinking, kissing Sam? you asked yourself. Not like you hadn't thought or dreamed about it a thousand or more times. But with how he jumped back like he was burned, that was indication enough that he considered it a mistake.
Now it's going to get weird around here and that's my fault, you thought bitterly. You had to admit to yourself that his lips felt nice, and that you would like to do it for real and often. However, you decided your best course of action for at least today was to hole up in your room for a date with Netflix.
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A couple of days after the "Kitchen Incident", as you thought of it, you decided to quit hiding out in your room. Whatever fallout was going to happen, you wanted to meet it head-on, then move forward, whatever that looked like.
Sam and Dean still went on cases, some that lasted a few days or even a week, while you stayed behind to run research. Life had seemingly returned to somewhat normal, or as normal as the hunting life gets.
Every once in a while, a plate of cookies and an empty glass for milk appeared on the kitchen table. Next to the glass would be a tented piece of paper marked, "For Sam". The usual instructions were written on the inside. He had to eat all of the cookies by dunking them in the milk, then drink all of the milk. Sometimes there would be a quote from a movie that you had watched together, or some silly knock-knock joke.
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About a month had passed and Sam and Dean were on their way home from a demon hunt in Montana. They had stopped in Sioux Falls to rest up at Jody's house and hang out with her and the girls before heading home. You asked Sam and Dean to say hi to everyone for you, and that you wished you were there.
Dean asked if you were going to do any baking, to which you laughed and asked him what kind of pie he wanted you to make. "Well, sweetheart, as long as you're offering, would you make a pecan pie for me?" he asked.
"I can do that. Um....how was the hunt?" you wondered.
Dean knew what you were really asking, but played along anyway. "It was fine, just demons being demons, causing their usual trouble. Sammy got knocked around a little though," Dean answered. "For the most part, he's okay. Sprained his wrist and has a bump on his head," he explained.
"What?!? Is he okay? Does he have a concussion, are you sure his wrist is only sprained?" you rambled.
"Shh, shh, relax. He's going to be fine. Here, talk to him," Dean said as he threw his phone to his brother, who threw him an epic bitch face in return.
"Hello? Sam, are you there?" you inquired nervously.
"I'm here. Don't listen to anything Dean says, I'm fine. How're you doin'?" Sam asked.
"Just trying to keep busy while I wait for you guys to come home. I must have done around seven loads of laundry in the last couple of days, though," you giggled. "You and Dean had at least three loads apiece!" you teased.
Sam smiled and chuckled in return. "I'm sure sorry about that, honey. I'll try not to let the clothes pile up so much next time," he promised.
Jody looked at Dean, with her mouthing the word, "Honey?" Dean just shrugged.
"Oh, it's all right, Sam. I was only kidding. I've got plenty around here to keep me busy and out of trouble," you remarked. "I miss you guys, but I know you don't get much chance to visit with Jody and her girls. So, don't be in a hurry to get home, and I'll see you when you get back," you replied softly.
"It's all up to Dean when he wants to leave, but I'll tell him you said that," Sam said. "Until then, take care of yourself and don't work too hard, okay?" he asked.
"I won't. Bye, Sam," you answered shyly. You heard a click and the call was disconnected.
Sam threw the phone back to his brother, a smile on his face. He got up from the couch and went into the kitchen for a bottle of water. Jody's and Dean's eyes followed Sam as he left the room. Once he was out of earshot, Jody and Dean were sharing their thoughts about Sam's phone conversation with you.
"Is there something going on between those two?" Jody asked. "Because it sure seems that way to me," she finished.
"Yeah, you should see them at home. They'll be sitting at the table researching or doing something on their laptops. I'll look up and see one of them staring at the other, then looking away. It's kind of cute, though," Dean replied.
"I can imagine. So, you'll have a pecan pie waiting for you when you get home, that'll be nice," Jody remarked.
"Yeah, and Sammy will probably have a plate of cookies waiting for him on the table," Dean answered.
"Wait. Mr. Eat-A-Salad-With-Every-Meal eats cookies?!?" Jody exclaimed.
"Oh, yeah, but only the ones she makes for him. It started after we got back from that werewolf hunt that went so bad," Dean explained with a grin. "At first, it was how she let Sammy know that he could talk to her about it or anything else if he wanted to. However, I think it's evolved into something more than that at this point," Dean said.
"Hmm. Maybe now it's her way of showing Sam how she feels. She might be too afraid to say it out loud," Jody suggested.
Neither Dean nor Jody had heard Sam come in from the kitchen. He heard the tail end of their conversation, the part about the reason you'd been leaving a plate of cookies out for him. "Hold on a minute. That's why she's been making me cookies?" Sam asked, taking a seat on the couch.
Jody and Dean looked at each other, debating on what to say next. Dean finally rolled his eyes and spoke first. "Come on, Sam, add it up," he started. "I've seen the two of you making goo-goo heart eyes at each other when you think the other's not looking. Then there's that phone conversation between you today," Dean smirked.
"What about our phone conversation?" Sam demanded.
"Nothing, just that if you smiled any wider while you were talking to her, your face would've split in half. And somehow, I don't think this is a recent thing for her," Jody chimed in.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Sam wondered.
"Well, remember the last time we all got together with Donna and Doug, about six months ago?" Jody asked and Sam nodded. "I noticed how her eyes seemed to follow you as soon as you entered the room. Then she looked away when you smiled at her and had caught her staring. How her face fell when you started talking and laughing with another woman," Jody finished quietly.
"H-how was she looking at me, Jody?" Sam asked, even though he pretty much knew the answer.
"Like a woman in love," she replied gently.
Sam turned to look at his brother. "Really?" he asked, his voice higher than usual.
Dean nodded. "So, the question really becomes, how do you feel about her, Sam?"
"I think I need some air," Sam said as he got up and walked out to Jody's back deck.
Once outside, he tilted his head up to see the endless array of stars shining in the night sky. Get it together, man, he told himself. This is your best friend you're talking about. You've known her for years. Do you really want to lose that if she doesn't feel the same? he silently asked.
Looking at the other side of the argument, Sam asked himself what would happen if you did feel the same, and how he would know. He loved the late-night conversations you had when neither of you could sleep. The warm towel you placed outside the shower for him after a cold morning run. Your laughter at his usually lame-ass jokes. Even that heartbroken look on your face as he flirted with another woman at the bar was enough to indicate how you felt.
The more Sam thought about it, the more he marveled at how he didn't see it sooner. It was all in front of him this whole time, the little things you do to show you care. Comforting him after he'd had a nightmare, buying his favorite veggies for snacks.....making cookies. You were in love with him.
Sam was suddenly desperate to have you in his arms at this very moment. As the two of you gazed at the stars, he knew your eyes would sparkle with amazement. Then you'd turn your focus on him and give him one of your heart-stopping smiles.
At that point, Sam knew he'd be a goner. He wouldn't be able to resist capturing your lips in a searing kiss, if your mouth moved even a fraction of an inch in his direction. That last thought was what sealed it in his mind. He was in love with you. If even half of what Jody and Dean said was true, then he didn't want to waste any more time before telling you how he felt.
He walked back through the house and into the living room, where he'd left Jody and Dean. When Sam entered the room, they stopped their conversation, because to them, it looked like he had something to say. "Hey Dean? Um....Could we...." he fumbled.
"Yeah, we can leave for home in the morning, Sam," Dean replied with an understanding smile.
"Thanks," Sam sighed with relief.
"Go get 'er, Sam," Jody remarked in support, bringing a smile to Sam's face.
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You had just pulled Dean's pecan pie from the oven and set it on the counter to cool. With any luck, it would be cooled off enough and ready to eat when he got home. There were also a few dozen snickerdoodle cookies you had made for Sam, resting on the wire cooling racks. You took out a plate from the cupboard and a tall glass. You placed about six cookies on the plate and set the glass next to the plate.
Taking out a blank sheet of paper, you folded it and tore it in half. On one half, you folded it into a tent and wrote "For Dean", then placed it next to the pecan pie. For the other half, you folded it the same, and wrote "For Sam" on the outside, then turned to write something on the inside.
Several minutes ticked by and you hadn't written anything. You couldn't think of a movie quote or line from Shakespeare to adequately express how you were feeling at the moment. You thought about your last conversation, the one where you heard he'd been hurt. Sam said it wasn't serious, but it was enough to cause you concern.
You decided you didn't want to hold back anymore when it came to your feelings about Sam. A hunter's life isn't always known to be a long one, and you were done wasting time. A smile broke out over your face as you resolved your writer's block. You wrote the three words that you felt best fit the situation, then left the note next to the cookies.
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Sam convinced Dean to drop him off at the bunker so he had some time alone to talk with you. Dean said he would use the time to go back to town for a pizza or something. Sam first went to the kitchen, because he smelled the evidence of your baking endeavors. He saw the plate of cookies and bit into one as he read the note. As soon as he read the three words, he ran out of the kitchen.
A knock at your door startled you enough to make you drop the book you were reading. You took a deep breath then turned the doorknob. As soon as the door was open, Sam's hands were on you, cradling your face as he smashed his lips to yours. The urgency of his kiss made you gasp in surprise, creating an opening for Sam's tongue to slip inside. As you returned the favor, you could taste the cinnamon and sugar of the cookie he ate before he knocked on your door.
You broke the kiss when you needed to catch your breath. "Wow, Sam," you whispered. "That's some 'welcome home' you've got there," you chuckled.
"Couldn't help it, I had to see you, baby," he murmured. His right hand slid behind your head, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "Then I found the cookies and the note you'd left in the kitchen," he explained. Sam dove in for another kiss, but this one was slow and tantalizing, full of everything he was feeling at the moment. He pulled back from the kiss and guided you so you were both sitting on the edge of your bed.
Your hands slid up his chest and clasped behind Sam's neck. "I couldn't think of anything clever to put in the note this time. The more I thought about you, the less I wanted to hide how I felt about you. So I wrote the three words I believed would best fit the situation, and figured I'd explain once you read the note," you replied.
Sam grinned. "It said, 'Come find me', and how could I do anything else? I've thought about you so much these past couple of days. I don't want to hide how I feel about you, either. I love you," he declared, dipping his head lower to capture your lips with his own.
"Oh, Sam," you whispered. "I've felt this way for such a long time, but didn't know how to tell you. So, I baked," you both laughed. "I love you too," you replied softly.
You were about to pull Sam in for another kiss when you heard the bunker door slide open, which meant Dean was home. The two of you looked at each other and laughed, Sam's forehead leaned against yours. He gave you one last peck on the lips before he got up from the bed, his hand held out for you to take. You took his hand in yours and intertwined your fingers as you walked out to see what Dean brought for dinner.
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HI... I love your Apollo x reader so bad I'm crying aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Can you make another Apollo X Reader where reader is like going on a quest w Percy and reader got wounded and Apollo who have a crush on reader but pretends that he doesn't have a crush on reader get super worried and like confessed to reader uwu. I'm sorry if it's confusing, anyway LOVE YOU
HI! Thank you so much for reading and requesting this, I really hope you love it!
pairings: Apollo X Reader | Percy Jackson X Reader (platonic)
warnings: near-death experience
You were having a wonderful day. The sky was clear, not a cloud in sight, there was a nice slight breeze flying by, the strawberries were growing nicely, everyone seems to be in a great mood, nothing could ruin your day. Or so you thought. When you arrived at your cabin, you spotted your best friend since middle school, Percy Jackson. You both arrived together at camp all those years ago and have been by each other’s side since. But from the smile on his face, you knew he was about to ask for something.
“Wanna go on a quest?” He smiled as you stopped by the steps of your cabin.
You crossed your arms over your chest, “Wow. Hey Y/n, how are you today? Oh! Hey, Percy! I was having such a great day, thanks for asking.”
He dramatically rolled his eyes, “Hey Y/n, I’m so happy you had a great day. Wanna go on a quest with me?”
“Sure, what are we doing?” You asked going up the steps of your cabin, heading to the door.
“Hermes is down so Demeter wants us to give Persephone something.” He held up a small wrapped package.
That doesn’t sound very hard. This quest could very possibly only be a day or two long.
“Alright. Give me a minute to pack.”
You entered your cabin and went straight to your bunk. Grabbing your bag from the trunk by your bed, you quickly started to shove in your quest essentials: your extra toothbrush, toothpaste, clothes, deodorant, drachmas, money, and your emergency dagger that y/g/p gave to you on your sixteenth birthday. After you close your bag, you put it on just as the door was opened. You turned to see your little sister, Ginger, walking in, with a bright red face and goofy smile.
You smiled at her, “What’s with the smile Ginger?”
She giggled as she rushed over to hug you. You bent down and caught her in your arms, picking her up and tightly hugging her.
“Apollo is outside and he says I look radiate.” She giggled.
Apollo is outside? Well, that’s not really shocking. Ever since his punishment ended he has been visiting Camp more often and hanging out with his children. You would be a liar if you said you hadn’t fallen for the sun god. How could you not? During his time as a mortal, you realized your crush on him. He had unquestionably grown as a person and it made your heart flutter whenever you two would hang out together. Part of you selfishly wanted him to remain mortal so the two of you could be together, but you accept the fact that he probably only saw you as a close friend. Apollo has been hanging around some of the other campers lately and has become a bit distant.
Placing Ginger down, you ruffled her curly brown hair, “He’s a bit too old for you Gin, like a couple of centuries too old. I don’t think y/g/n is gonna approve of that.” She playfully rolled her eyes, unraveling herself from your hold.
“He’s talking to Percy outside. He told me to tell you to hurry up.” She skipped away further into the cabin.
Walking to the door, you stop about a foot away from it and fixed your clothes, and smoothed your hair out with your hands. You hoped that Aphrodite would give you a quick blessing before opening the door and stepping out, seeing Percy and Apollo speaking to each other on the steps of your cabin.
“Morning Apollo!” You smiled as they both turned to look at you.
“Morning Flower! Are you going somewhere?” He asked motioning to your bag.
You nodded, “Yup, I’m going with Percy to giving something to Persephone.”
He gave Percy a look, it almost looked judgemental to you. Why would he give Percy that type of look?
“Did you ask her to go with you?” He questioned Percy, in an off-putting tone.
“Uh-yeah. Persephone likes y/n. I figured bringing y/n along would make Persephone happy.” Percy shrugged.
“Why would you care if he asked me?” You defensively asked, crossing your arms over your chest.
He looked at you again, opening and closing his mouth, trying to formulate an excuse.
“I-I-I didn’t-I didn’t mean it like that!”
“Yeah whatever,” you scoffed, “come on Perc. Let’s get this over with.”
You grabbed Percy by his arm and dragged him away from the bumbling God who was yelling out apologies. How dare he even ask something like that? You helped save Olympus for crying out loud! If saving Olympus wasn’t good enough for him, you were going to show just how well you could handle yourself on a quest. Here you were thinking that he had changed into a better person/god.
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The train cart was quiet as it went to its destination, Washington D.C. Why Persephone was there was beyond you, but you couldn’t wait to see your old friend. Percy sat in the seat across from you, staring out the window. He had been quiet since you left the camp. You assumed he was letting you cool down.
“He didn’t mean it that way, ya know.”
You looked at your best friend. He was still staring out of the window, arms loosely folded across his chest.
“But why would he even ask that? Like-I helped save Olympus for crying out loud. Does he not think I can handle doing a quest?”
Percy chuckled as he shook his head, a smile on his face, “You’re so blind.”
You scoffed, “Blind about what? He’s an asshole.”
“Y/n, he has a crush on you.”
You stared at Percy in shock. He what? Apollo has a crush on you?
“Apollo has had a crush on you since his punishment. You never noticed how he would literally agree with everything you would say, laugh a little too hard at your non-funny jokes, and wanted to hang out with you every second of the day?”
You had to think about that. Honestly, you didn’t see it as him wanting to be closer to you because he liked you. It just felt as if he just wanted to be around someone he was familiar with. Him having a crush on you was the last thing you expected.
“Look, he told me to give this to you when you’re in a better mood. Apollo can be an idiot, but I can tell that he wants to make things better with you.”
Percy handed you a folded up piece of paper. You slowly took the piece of paper and looked at it. Your name had been written on the top in elegant cursive writing. Glancing up at Percy, you see him leaned back on his seat, eyes closed, getting comfortable in the seat to take a quick nap. Looking back down at the folded note, you open it up and see many attempts at haikus filling the page. Many of them were crossed out, and some were unfinished with self ridiculing comments written around them. Why would he send you a page filled with unfinished haikus? You turned the page and saw that he had another unfinished haiku written, but this one was different. It had arrows pointing towards it and little hearts and stars surrounding it.
‘Little Flower
My little flower
Blooms under the starry night sky
And that’s all I have…’
Your face felt hot as you reread the title and unfinished haiku. As far as you knew, you were the only person that Apollo called ‘flower’ and he had never called you his little flower. Maybe he did have a crush on you.
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The beginning half of the quest had gone well. It took you a minute to regain yourself from the discovery, but you had to put it aside to focus on the quest. You swore to yourself that you would speak to Apollo as soon as you got to Camp again.
After delivering the package to Persephone, she asked for you both to take her young demigod son Timothy with you to Camp. Taking Timothy with you, both of you heightened your awareness. The most powerful son of Poseidon, the child of y/g/p, and the young son of Persephone was a bright neon sign calling out to monsters to come eat them. That’s how you got into this situation, running away from five echidnas and two harpies who were hot on your trail. You held little Timothy in your arms as you ran through the woods, ducking and jumping over tree branches, heading to Camp. Percy ran beside you, trying his best to block any attacks from hitting you or Timothy. Once you saw the border guards, you began to scream at them for help.
“Help!” The two closest guards jumped at the sound of your panicked voice and immediately ran over to help out.
“You’re mine child of y/g/p!”
Before you could cross the border, a searing pain came from near your left collar bone area and you watch as a spear came out through your body-your blood coating the tip of the spear. Timothy screamed in horror as you fell forward, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you fell unconscious. His tiny hands clutched your shirt as his screams drew the attention of other guards and campers passing by. One such camper being Will Solace, son of Apollo. Running up the hill, he stops when he sees the scene before him. You laid unresponsive on top of a small child who was screaming for help and a bloody spear stuck out through your body. He felt his blood turn cold as he prayed to every god and fates that you weren’t dead. He bolted to your side and carefully took Timothy out from under you, handing him off to another camper that came to help.
“Stay with me y/n.” He tried his best to put pressure on your wound but it wasn’t much help. He was going to need the big guns. His dad.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Nothing felt different. You slowly woke up without an ounce of pain rushing through your body. Your throat didn’t feel dry, your collar bone area didn’t hurt, and your head didn’t hurt either. Everything felt normal. Well, except for a strange presence laying between your legs. Carefully lifting your head, you look down at your legs and see a little body cuddled in between your legs. It was Timothy. He had a tight grip on the blanket covering you.
“You swore you would keep them safe Percy!”
You slowly turned your head to the loud voice and tried to focus your eyes on the two people standing by the door. It took a moment before your eyes adjusted and you saw Apollo and Percy.
“I tried! We can’t help it that monsters want to kill us Apollo, I let y/n run while I took them on. I thought they were safe.” Percy’s voice cracked as he defended himself.
“Well, they’re clearly not,” Apollo turned to point at you but he froze when he saw you staring right at him. “Y/n!”
He dried his tears and ran to your side, dropping down next to your cot. The god had more tears in his eyes, his once golden skin and breathtaking blue eyes were blotchy and dull. He gently grabbed hold of your hand closest to him while you laid your head back on the pillow.
“Do you like me?”
Of course, that is the first thing you ask after almost dying.
Apollo let out a laugh as he brought your hand up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your hand. Tears ran down his blotchy red cheeks as he lovingly stared down at you.
“You’re seriously asking me that?” He asked.
“I need a solid answer-,”
Apollo kissed you. You were momentarily shocked but quickly reacted by kissing him back. You could’ve never dreamt of a kiss like this. Albeit a gentle kiss, you felt all of the passion and love he was putting into it. His kiss had you forgetting about the world around you and made you feel like you were his world, because to Apollo, you were just that. His world. His everything. The person he wanted to change for and give them the world.
When he heard Will’s prayers, he felt as though his entire world crumbled. He rushed down to the infirmary and did everything in his power to heal you. He couldn’t lose another love, especially if he could stop it. Blocking off anyone from going near you (except for Timothy. Apollo could bare to say no to his little puppy dog eyes), he acted as your bodyguard, monitoring you, feeding you nectar, telling you about his day, singing random hymns and jingles. He wasn’t going to lose you. Not before he even had you.
The kiss was short, but it gave you your answer. Apollo was head over heels in love with you and you felt the same way about him. Looking at the god, you saw a new set of fresh tears forming and him smiling down at you. You smiled back at him while reaching over and drying his eyes with the hand he had been holding.
“Can I tell you something?”
He frantically nodded his head while drying his face again with his hands, “You can tell me anything you want my little flower.”
You smiled, “The second line of your haiku had eight syllables.”
For a moment, you both stared at each other before erupting into loud laughter, only stopping when a tiny groan came from the sleeping toddler laying between your legs. You looked at Apollo, admiring him as he did the same to you. His little flower.
“Can I read you the updated version?” He asked, pulling something out of his pocket.
You excitedly nodded. He opened the folded piece and cleared his throat as his eyes scanned the paper,
“My little flower
Blooms under the starry sky
Calling me, her love.”
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fig and gorgug’s excellent adventure
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“Bill, my most esteemed colleague…”
Fig looks over at a quietly snoring Gorgug, his face softly lit by the shadows of Bill and Ted on her crystal. Even after a year of knowing each other, a few months of which were spent in a cramped cell together, she hadn’t known he snores. It had never been quiet enough, she had never been quiet enough, to notice that about him.
If Fig focuses, she can feel the rumble of the tour bus against her back, and, if she leans her head against the metal wall by her shoulder, the vibrations of tires over asphalt rattle around in her skull. They’ve only been on the road for a week, with just two concerts under their belts, and Fig is already kind of exhausted.
It’s a lot. The managers and the calls home and the makeup assignments for missed schoolwork. She probably wouldn’t even be doing the latter, but Gorgug spends his allotted midmorning time sitting at their extremely tiny table, with papers of Barbarian Theory and Engineering 1 scattered around him, and she’d feel like an asshole to just watch.
Fig hasn’t been sleeping well, either. The little bunk seems to press in around her, shoving her into an even smaller version of herself. Which feels stupid to complain about, because Gorgug is over a foot taller than her, since his growth spurt over the summer, and he’s sleeping just fine.
As if to prove her point, Gorgug shifts in his sleep, curling closer into Fig’s side. It’s just past one in the morning, and they have a gig tomorrow so Fig should really be sleeping too, but she’d felt like crying, for some reason, alone in her bunk. She’d crawled into Gorgug’s, instead, and pulled up Bill and Ted while he blinked blearily at her. It didn’t take him much longer to fall back asleep—now with his arm tucked around Fig’s shoulders—and Fig continues to hide from her emotions by watching Ted philosophize.
“Hey, Gorgug,” Fig hisses, burrowing her head into his chest in a way she knows will stick him with her horns. “Gorgug.”
“Hrmgh,” he grumbles, shifting more so that Fig can’t really poke him anymore. “Go to sleep.”
“No. Gorgug, hey. Come on, dude, I have an idea.” She doesn’t, really, more the idea of an idea, just like how Bill and Ted only operate on negative brian power and a pretty homoerotic bromance.
Homoerotic. She must’ve texted Kristen too much yesterday.
“Sleep is my idea,” Gorgug says, but it’s more of a sigh and a yawn wrapped up together and stretched like a yawning cat.
Fig’s brain unhelpfully supplies an image of sleepy Riz—ears cocked all funny and pupils absolutely giant. She shoves it back into the little chest lovingly marked “Bad Kids” that she’d constructed the second they drove away from Elmville because Fig is great at compartmentalizing and hiding her feelings. Totally.
“I’m bored, I want to do my idea.”
“You’re watching Bill and Ted.”
“No, I’m not. I’m talking to you.”
“Then stop talking to me and go to sleep.”
Fig huffs, about to say something just into the realm of mean, but then she feels Gorgug smile against the top of her head, and she relaxes a little.
“What’s your idea?” He asks, still sleepy, but also endearing in that goofy and sweet Gorgug way.
There’s a pause, while Fig tries to come up with her idea. The bus trundles along and Bill and Ted continue to kidnap historical figures. Finally, she says, much quieter than is warranted, like it’s some big secret she’s been holding close to her heart, “I’m gonna find a chronomancer so we can go back in time.”
“Like Augefort?” Gorgug yawns again.
“Absolutely not, Augefort doesn’t have Rufus energy.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Maybe not a chronomancer, then, but like, someone who’s fucked with time, ya know. It would be cool to hang out with someone who’s fucked with time.”
“Like Augefort?” Gorgug says, before amending, “No. Wait. Rufus.”
“Yeah, Rufus,” Fig agrees. “Except if Rufus were hot, I think it would be more fun if our Rufus was hot.”
“Rufus is already hot. He’s got… sunglasses.”
Fig giggles and Gorgug snorts too. “You need your eyes checked, dude.”
“We watched the,” he yawns, “the Matrix last month. That’s what you said about Neo.”
“Uh. Neo is Keanu Reeves so just, automatically hot. Which. Speaking of. Bill and Ted are right there, dude.”
Gorgug laughs, quietly, voice still gummy with sleep, as he pokes her gently in the side, “I thought you liked older men.”
Fig makes a face that is very scandalized and very affronted. “That doesn’t mean I like Rufus.”
Gorgug shrugs, as best he can while in cuddle-mode. “I don’t know…”
Fig huffs and whacks him on the arm. “Maybe we should go to sleep.”
“Works for me,” he says, and settles back down.
“Hey. Hey! Don’t go back to bed, Gorgug. I’m still talking.”
He grumbles and turns his head even further into hers, trying to shield his eyes from the crystal’s light. “Watch your movie.”
“This is our movie, Gorgug. It’s ours.”
“It’s too late for it to be ‘our’ anything.”
“You’re no fun, you know that? No fun.”
“I’m sorry,” Gorgug says, way too sincerely for her to continue down that line of teasing.
“Hey, no, it’s fine. You’re tired, I should let you rest.”
Gorgug’s hand moves where it’s on her shoulder, rubbing over her sleep shirt, and then pausing, “Hey, is this mine?”
“Um,” Fig says, because it is, in fact, his. He’d left one of his Owlbears t-shirts on a chair, right after they unpacked all their stuff onto the tour bus, and she’d thought about it for approximately three seconds before snatching it and chucking it at her pile of clothes.
That first night, neither her nor Gorgug had gotten any sleep, sitting on the floor of the bus between their bunks, anxiously going over lyric and style choices for the next night’s show. So the shirt had waited until after their first concert, when both of them had been too tired to do much more than change out of sweaty, smoke-filled clothes and fall into their respective beds. It had smelled comfortingly of the Thistlesprings’ homemade fabric softener, but Fig’s varying states of cleanliness have not helped the smell stick around.
Now, though, cuddled up against Gorgug’s chest, she doesn’t miss the shirt’s smell. It’s nothing compared to the real thing.
“It’s okay if you took it,” Gorgug says, cracking a small smile. “It looks better on you anyway.”
“Since when do you have an eye for fashion, Mr. Hoodies-In-Summer?”
He reaches around and pokes her on the cheek, “Hey, my hoodies are a catch for women ages thirteen to twenty-eight.”
“We did sell, like, a literal ton last night,” Fig says, snorting.
There’s a lull in the conversation. Bill and Ted shred some sick air guitar.
“...It’s a little weird,” Gorgug says, eventually, in that introspective tone of his that promises paternal questioning.
“What is?”
“That we’re sophomores in high school and have so many people, like, caring about us. Or, I mean, watching us. Like, I guess we’re famous, or something? That’s weird.”
“Huh.”
“What?”
“I guess I never thought about it like that.” Fig’s been too caught up in the whole being famous thing to think about what it means for her, a fifteen year old, to be famous. She isn’t a fan of thinking about it, actually, and decides to put it off even further. This is why Gorgug’s the thoughtful, considerate one.
“That’s probably why you’re better at songwriting than I am,” Gorgug muses. “You just do what feels right.”
Fig shifts a little, so she can look at him better, his features cast in the shifting colors of the crystal. “Dude, that’s like all drumming is. Like, just playing your emotions and not overthinking it. And you’re literally the world’s best drummer.”
“Oh,” Gorgug laughs, “I wouldn’t say that.”
“You are. What other teenager gets to go on a tour while they’re still in high school?”
“Um. The Jonas Brothers?”
“I mean this in the nicest way possible, but if you compare our music to the Jonas Brothers again I will stab you with my horns.”
“I really don't think they’re poky enough to do that—”
“Stab, Gorgug. With force. You wouldn’t like it.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll take your word for it.”
“Wo-ah,” Ted says, on the crystal.
“Wicked,” Bill chimes in.
“What if we talked like them at our next concert?” Fig asks, “Just come out with full Bill and Ted voices and keep them up the whole show.”
“That sounds… hard.”
“No, it would be fun! Like, um,” Fig switches into the voice, drawing out her vowels and smiling dumbly, “we’ll totally get babes like this, dude.”
“You can get princess babes,” Gorgug says. “I’ve got Zelda. That’s basically the same thing.”
“Oh my god, you’re too cute,” Fig burrows closer to him, back in her usual voice.
She can tell Gorgug’s blushing by the bashful tone of his silence. “Um, thanks. I should probably call her tomorrow.”
“Do you mind if I join too? I really like her, she’s nice. And sick as hell.”
“Yeah, that would be fun! We can show her our set, maybe.”
“Totally! If school wasn’t on right now we could’ve brought her along.”
“I don’t know, wouldn’t that, like, Beatles us?”
“Did you seriously just mention another boy band? Also, beyond that, did you use the Beatles as a verb?”
“Er.”
“Sometimes, I wonder how you ever made it into the punk-rock scene. And then I remember that I invited you.”
“Thanks for doing that,” Gorgug says, wrapping his other arm around Fig’s shoulders. “I never really said it before, but, thank you. This has, um, it’s meant a lot to me.”
“Oh, it’s nothing, dude.”
“It’s, like, kind of everything right now, Fig.”
“Oh.”
“So, I guess, um, thank you. For inviting me to join a band with you and taking me on tour.”
“I, uh… Of course. Thanks for being my drummer, Gorgug. I’ll always take you on my adventures.”
“And I’ll always go with you.”
Bill says, “Excellent,” on the crystal screen, smiling at Ted with big eyes.
Yeah, Fig thinks, as Gorgug sighs and smiles into the top of her head. Excellent.
#bellewrites#this one was short so i figured id post it like this#fantasy high#dimension 20#fig faeth#gorgug thistlespring#i want more content about them so i decided to make it#fic#fanfic#hopefully the formatting works if it doesnt i sincerely apologize
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