#I hate people getting up as soon as the credits start and stumbling through the dark theatre and loudly falling over popcorn containers

[mattspusheen]

girlygirl!reader stumbles upon loser!matt for the first time at a party

you hated the position you were currently in. you hadn’t planned on spending your saturday night at a random party full of sweaty drunk strangers. if it were up to you, you’d be at home in a face mask, reading your favorite books and relaxing. unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

you couldn’t handle it anymore, you tried to shimmy your way through the dancing crowd to try and find an escape. thankfully, you finally spotted the door that led to the front yard.

the yard was almost empty, except for a few people smoking and sitting around. you cautiously walked down the steps, rummaging through your purse for your keys. you were so focused on trying to find them that you didnt even see the next step, causing you to viciously trip.

you yelped, closing your eyes to brace for impact. that was until you felt a unfamiliar pair of arms wrap around you, stopping your fall. you look up, scanning the face of this stranger. he was dressed in all black baggy clothes, a beanie covering his messy hair. what caught your attention most was the black lip-ring sitting comfortably on his lips as his lips curl into a grin.

“y’should probably pay more attention when you walk”, he retorts in a jokingly manner. you stand upright , fixing your hair as your heart beats rapidly. you were embarrassed, to say the least. confrontation was never your thing, socializing in general was never something a shy girl like you looked forward to.

“i-im so sorry, i didnt even see where i was going-“, you begin to ramble before he cuts you off with his awkward chuckle. “you’re good, no big deal,” he begins, “why in such a rush,hm?”

you try catching your breath before answering him, attempting to appear as calm as possible. “i just, i’m not enjoying this party that much, wanted to go home”, you cringed at how emotional you sounded, parties like this are suppose to be fun, not nerve wrecking.

“y’know, im not much of a party person either, ‘m just here because its the easiest way to get free cigs”, he mutters, sensing your nerves as he tries to calm you down. “what’s your name, hm? never seen you around before.”

your heart began to race again, the convenience of this situation settling into your mind. “y/n, i dont really go to these types of parties.”, a soft smile creeps onto your face as you analyze him more. he was cute, definitely a face you wouldn’t be able to forget.

he pokes his cheek with his tongue as he repeats you name, “that’s a pretty name,” he mutters, “pretty name for a pretty girl.” at this point, the blush on your face was obvious to anyone who stood around you. he clearly knew the affect he was having on you.

“ ‘m matt, you planning on coming to another one of these parties anytime soon?” he questions. “oh- definitely not,” you giggle as you smile up at him. “i dont like parties at all- especially when i dont know anyone here.”

“hm- thats a shame,” he says under his breath, before his head pops up and his mouth opens, “y’know, i’ve seen you around town alot, walking around the library and the local cafe,” he utters, “you plannin’ on going there again anytime soon?”

you look at him in surprise, a wider smile forming as you nod your head. “tomorrow actually-“, you start before he cuts you off. “perfect, i’ll see you tomorrow afternoon?”, he suggests, his stupid smirk sitting on his face. “uhm- yeah, totally”, you say as he starts to walk you to your car.

getting into your car, he waves with his cigarette in between ring and middle finger. “bye pretty, see y’ soon”, he says as he walks away, leaving you blushing like an idiot in your car as a feeling of longing in your chest grows.

first fic ever!!! ah! (pls dont judge i’ve never wrote before😞)

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[katsu28]

in the blink of an eye

pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

summary: The line between Stiles and his Nogitsune counterpart is getting blurrier by the day, and even though there’s still a sliver of hope, Y/N starts to wonder if he’ll ever be the same

warnings: mentions of needles and death, slightly vivid but nothing super gory just typical Void Stiles talk

a/n: hi friends! sorry i’ve been MIA in the writing department lately, i’ve been struggling to write things that i actually feel proud of. i have a bunch of wips that i just can’t seem to finish, but i managed to finish this one and i kinda like it even though it’s angsty as hell hehe

i love you all, and i promise i’ll be back with better stuff soon <3

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(gif credits to @rememberstilinski)

It was hard for you to accept that Stiles was the Nogitsune. That Stiles—your sweet, goofy, dorky Stiles had killed all of those people. Scott had assured you time and time again that it wasn’t actually him, that the Nogitsune was using his body as some kind of vessel, but you couldn’t look at Stiles the way that you used to. Not when you knew that the Nogitsune could take over at any minute.

Gone were the days of going for late night drives in Stiles’ beat up blue Jeep when neither of you could sleep, of ducking under the bleachers to steal a few moments together between classes, of “borrowing” his flannels and pretending you didn’t know where all of them went when he asked about them (when in reality, they were all piling up in your closet).

You were scared—both for him, and of him—because the Stiles you knew now was not the Stiles you’d fallen in love with.

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“Any sign of him?” Scott asked weakly, knowing full well that nobody would be able to find Stiles if he didn’t want them too, but feeling the need to ask anyway. The two of you were parked in front of the animal clinic, waiting for Dr. Deaton to arrive so you could ask him some questions about the Nogitsune and the Oni.

You shook your head dejectedly. “He’s still out there, Y/N. Don’t give up hope.”

“I’m not, I just—I want him back.” You said quietly, tracing your fingers along the worn down interior of Stiles’ Jeep. “I miss him, Scott.”

“We’ll get him back, okay? I promise.”

“How can you make a promise that big?” You scoffed, turning to look at him. It wasn’t fair for you to get angry at him for remaining hopeful, but in the back of your head, you knew there was a possibility that you’d lose Stiles forever. And you hated it.

“We’ll find a way. We always do.” Scott assured you, patting your shoulder sympathetically. You opened your mouth to respond, but when Scott’s eyes went wide at something over your shoulder, the words died on your lips.

“What? What is it?” You hissed. Scott moved to get out of the car, murmuring for you to stay in the Jeep. He rounded the front of it slowly, causing you to spin around and press your face up close to the glass to try and get a glimpse of what he saw. You watched nervously as a figure stumbled towards Scott, feeling your heart beat so hard you could feel it in your ears when you saw who it was.

Stiles fell into Scott’s arms, scrambling wildly to find his footing on the wet concrete. Scott caught him with ease, saying something that Stiles nodded at frantically before waving at you to help him. You hopped out of the Jeep, making your way over to the two boys warily.

“We need to get him inside the clinic, now.” Scott exclaimed. You looked at Stiles apprehensively, who merely gave you a pained smile.

“Hey, Y/N.” He said hoarsely.

“Stiles?” You asked softly. He nodded. “Like actually Stiles? Our Stiles?” Another nod.

“Y/N!” Scott barked, to which you shook yourself out of your daze, looping Stiles’ other arm around your neck and helping guide him into the animal clinic.

When he collapsed against the metal table in the back room, you couldn’t help the pang of guilt that flooded through your body at the sight of his haggard state. With the dark bags under his eyes and the deathly paleness of his skin, Stiles looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Where have you been?” You asked, leaning up against the far wall with your arms crossed over your chest. You hated to say it, but you were too scared to stand any closer to him right now.

“I—I don’t really know,” Stiles breathed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I woke up in the preserve, and my first instinct was to come here. To see if Deaton could help me.”

“Help you with what?” Scott pressed.

“I think I’m planning to hurt someone.”

A terse silence blanketed the room as you and Scott took in the weight of his words. “Who?” Scott was the first one to speak up, furrowing his eyebrows at his best friend. “Who are you planning to hurt?”

“I don’t—I don’t know, but I just have this feeling that I can’t shake. Like something really bad is about to happen.” Stiles said shakily, dragging his hands through his dark hair frantically. “I don’t wanna hurt anyone, guys, you have to believe me. I swear, I don’t.”

“We believe you, Stiles. And we’re here for you. Anything you need, we’ve got you.” Scott promised. Both boys looked to you for confirmation.

You hesitated a few moments, because you weren’t entirely sure what you were promising to do. And as much as you loved Stiles, you didn’t trust him right now.

“Y/N?” Stiles pleaded, shooting you a helpless look that crumbled your resolve.

“Anything you need.” You sighed. His shoulders slumped in relief at your words for a split second before he straightened up again.

“Hey, can one of you guys go out to my Jeep and check if my backpack is in there?” He asked sheepishly. “I know it’s stupid, but my dad would kill me if he found out I lost all my homework again.”

A small smile made its way across your face as you recalled the last time Stiles had lost his backpack. You’d had the pleasure of witnessing him trying to explain to his father how he’d lost his bag in the Beacon Hills preserve without giving away the fact that the two of you had snuck out in the middle of the night to make out. Suffice to say, it didn’t go well. But it was hilarious for you.

Ah, the good ol’ times. Sadly, those times were over.

“I’ll get it.” You blurted, pushing off the wall.

“No, you stay. Fill Stiles in on what’s been going on,” Scott interjected. “I’ll check the Jeep.” Part of you hated Scott trying to help ease the tension, but the other part of you was grateful for him trying to force you to talk to your boyfriend.

When he disappeared out the back door, you raised your gaze from your shoes to Stiles, who was already looking at you sadly.

“It’s been a while.” He said quietly. You nodded. “I missed you.” His voice broke at the end, and you caved instantly, rushing forward and burying yourself into his arms. The achingly familiar scent of laundry detergent and spearmint gum flooded your senses, creeping its way into your veins and making you wish you could imprint Stiles’ scent into your nose forever. You cursed inwardly at yourself for being so weak, but it was Stiles. You couldn’t help it.

“I missed you so much.” You said shakily, reveling in the feeling of being in his embrace after so long.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay.” He murmured, voice muffled by his lips pressed to your hair. “I’m fine right now, sweetheart. I promise.”

“I’m scared, Stiles.”

“I know. I am too. But we’re gonna be fine, okay? We’re gonna get through this, Y/N.” He sighed, his hand running up and down the length of your spine soothingly.

You felt content in Stiles’ arms, despite the nagging voice in the back of your head telling you that the Nogitsune could return at any given moment.

After a while of just standing in each other’s embrace, Stiles spoke again. “I’m here.”

Only this time, there was a cold edge to his voice, and if you didn’t know Stiles as much as you did, you wouldn’t have noticed that it wasn’t him holding you anymore.

“I’m sorry, Stiles,” You whispered, wrapping your hand around the tiny syringe taped to the underside of the table behind him and raising it. You plunged the needle into the side of his neck, pushing the stopper down with as much force as you could muster. He roared, a guttural sound that shattered your heart into a million pieces, his deathly cold hand gripping your arm tighter and tighter until he couldn’t anymore. He slumped to the floor, not breaking eye contact with you as he did. The now empty syringe fell out of your hand and onto the floor with a clatter as you scrambled away from him, pushing away your guilt.

Because the person in front of you now—that wasn’t your Stiles. Not anymore. He’d become Void again, right in front of your very eyes.

“Kanima venom, nice touch.” He chuckled bitterly, glaring at you through heavy-lidded eyes. You had to bite down hard on your lip so you wouldn’t let out a sob, because his eyes were blank. Empty. Nothing like your Stiles’ sweet-as-honey, brown eyed gaze when looked at you with such adoration and love. “You’re a clever girl, I’ll give you that. I can tell why Stiles loves you so much. But unfortunately, Stiles isn’t here anymore, Y/N. Stiles is gone.”

You hated the way your name fell from his mouth, in Stiles’ voice, but at the same time not. There was something about the malice lacing his words that sent a shudder through your body.

“It’s done.” You said shakily, clenching your fists tightly to steady your trembling hands. Scott appeared in the doorway, crossing the room and enveloping you in a hug, turning you so that your back was facing Stiles.

“The best friend and the girlfriend, what a surprise. Stiles would be devastated.” Stiles spat, one side of his mouth curling up into a soulless smirk.

“There’s nothing going on—” You started, but Scott cut you off.

“He’s just trying to get into your head. Ignore him.”

“Yeah, ignore me, sweetheart. See how that goes for you.” He sneered. “When I get free, I’m gonna take a lot of pleasure in killing every single one of you. Slowly. Painfully. Starting with you, Y/N. The love of poor Stiles’ life. I’ll let him watch as the life drains out of you, leaving him with the crushing weight of knowing that it was his hands that killed you.”

Fear gripped your insides like a vice at his words, because the Nogitsune was making you a promise—one that you knew if left unchecked for too long, would soon become a reality.

“Y/N, snap out of it.” Scott’s firm voice drew you out of your panic, and you refocused to see that Stiles had passed out, no doubt knocked out by whatever concoction in the syringe that Dr. Deaton had whipped up. Stiles looked deceivingly peaceful with his eyes closed like that, but somehow it put you even more on edge.“We have to get him to my house. I texted for everyone to meet us there.”

“Yeah, okay. Your house.” You repeated, nodding sharply.

Once you’d dragged Stiles’ limp body out to the Jeep and heaved him into the backseat, you were off to Scott’s house, hopefully to figure out another way to get your Stiles back. But as you glanced at him every so often in the rear-view mirror, you couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that maybe you wouldn’t be able to save him.

And it terrified you.

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[ijustwant2write]

Runaway-Finn Shelby x Reader

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Summary: On her brisk walk home, (Y/N) witnesses a brutal Peaky Blinder attack, attempting to run away when Finn Shelby comes after her, only to sweep her off her feet.

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name 

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Violence, fighting, blood, fluff

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"Come on (Y/N), not even one drink? We won't even make you stay, just the one!" my friend moaned as I denied their proposal of going to the Garrison.

"You said that last time, and I ended up staying until early hours." I laughed.

They all put their hands together as they started begging. I also laughed at this, embarrassed by the attention that was suddenly on us.

"No, seriously. I have to be good with money this month. Thanks to you lot, I'm having to be frugal for the rent."

They sighed."Fine, we won't make you come. But you will be missed. Just get home safe, OK?"

"I will. You too, please don't get too drunk and end up sleeping outside."

"That was one time!"

I shook my head as we giggled, waving goodbye when I turned to walk home. We had just finished work, so it was still relatively light out; I would say it was less dangerous to walk alone, but we did live in Small Heath. Yawning after the long, boring shift, I adjusted my coat around me, trying to keep warm. All I wanted was a good dinner, get cleaned up and snuggle into bed, maybe read a few chapters of the book I had if my eyelids could stay open. I was only in my early twenties and already feeling like an old woman.

Home wasn't far, a good twenty minute walk, which could be a bad thing if it was raining, a lovely stroll if not. I lived in the better part of Small Heath (if there even was one), walking home from work had never been an issue. Until I heard the unfamiliar sounds of desperate begging and crying, as well as thumps and slaps of skin of skin contact. My eyes widened, heart beat accelerating when I realised someone was begging for their life. There was no other way home for me, I had to take this route. What I should have done was turn around to join my friends for that drink, but the natural human tendency to be curious took over. As I cautiously continued my way home, I couldn't help but glance down the alleyway behind a row of houses, spotting four young boys surrounding an older man, who looked like he was being beaten to a pulp by one of them. I froze, having never seen a brawl like this up close. It was as if I were delayed, somehow taking ages to register that I had to leave before they spotted me.

Unfortunately one of their heads snapped up to look at me, tapping his friends on the shoulder, pointing at me as he shouted for them to stop. My legs still wouldn't move, staring at the man who's face was soaked red with his own blood. It wasn't until one of the young men started approaching me that I sprinted away, suddenly terrified about what could happen to me.

I cursed myself for being such a bad runner, as well as the shoes I was wearing. My lungs were working incredibly hard, my throat drying up whilst my mind panicked as it tried to remember which way was home. I let out a scream as the boy grabbed me, crying out in pain when they pushed me against the brick wall. Attempting to scramble out of their hold was useless, they were pushing their whole weight on me, I had no escape.

"(Y/N)?" he said my name.

My eyes widened, realising who had a hold of me. It was Finn Shelby.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)? We went to school together. You might not remember me, but we definitely did."

"Of course I remember you! You're Finn fucking Shelby.”

"Oh right."

"Please don't hurt me."

He looked confused."Hurt you? Why would I do that?"

"Well, you're currently pinning me against a wall, and I'm finding it a bit hard to breathe if I'm honest."

He glanced down, quickly pushing himself away from me. I tried to hide getting my breath back, letting out a quick cough. It seemed he wasn't going to hurt me, and he wasn't being sadistic about that phrase either.

"I'm sorry. You alright?"

I slowly nodded, still wanting to be on the safe side.

"I remember you from school. Obviously changed a lot, though I have seen you from time to time."

"Right."

"Look, uh, what you saw back there, I need you to forget it."

"Finn," I was scared to say his name but I did anyway,"you almost killed him."

"You know I'm a Peaky Blinder, right?"

"How could I not? And are you trying to justify what you did?"

"(Y/N), he ran a brothel using children."

"Oh."

"I mean, you couldn't have known that, so I can see how that looks from a different perspective."

"Well, I totally agree with your actions then."

"I still need you to keep quiet about the whole thing."

"Um, of course."

"Where were you headed?"

This was the longest conversation I had ever had with Finn, with a Peaky Blinder. I briefly remember him as a child, you never do have specific memories at such a young age, though I probably played with him during break time.

"Home."

"Let me walk you."

"No, honestly it's fine, it's not far."

"I insist. Part of my apology for scaring you earlier."

"Part of your apology?"

"Yeah, I'm taking you out for drinks tomorrow."

I started thinking I might have been in a dream."Sorry?"

"Do you always act this surprised at what people say? A catch up drink."

"That's alright, really, if you're trying to make it up to me-"

"Come on, just one?"

It was like deja vu.

"If you're busy tomorrow, we can always go tonight. Yeah, you know what? Let's do that instead!"

"No, Finn, really I'm fine."

"I won't take no. Please, it'll be nice, I promise all I'm asking for is a drink."

I felt obligated to go, still in a bit of shock from what happened. But my friends were at the Garrison, if they saw me with Finn they would think I was ditching them, and what would it look like for me to be walking in with a Shelby?! However, I felt bad when I saw how happy Finn was; and even if he tried anything later I would undoubtedly slap him, I wasn't afraid of that (I tried to convince myself). When I agreed, his smile grew even bigger, instantly heading towards the pub.

I was trying to focus on what he was babbling on about, only my mind was preoccupied with the dreaded stares of my friends. That was one fo the worst things you could do as a girl, ditch your friends for a boy. Then there would be questions about how I met him, why didn't I tell them, why didn't I bring him along to drinks etc. I'd look like any other desperate girl that tried to cling onto the arm of any Shelby, desperate for a taste of the dangerous, gangsta life, even if it was just for one night.

As we walked in, I felt sick, immediately spotting my friends on their usual table they always tried to grab. They hadn't seen me yet, so I attempted to hide behind Finn, keeping my head down as we stood at the bar.

Finn was served first before anyone else."Whiskey Harry, and you?"

"Um, wine please."

"Just put them through the window, yeah?"

I was confused when we walked to the private room, it felt like I was trespassing. Though this gave me a good hiding place from my friends, chancing to glance back at them before disappearing. They still hadn't seen me.

Finn casually sat down, looking relaxed. I stood, not sure whether to join him, which was a stupid thing to think when he had invited me.

"Are you going to stand there the whole time?" he chuckled.

I said nothing as I sat down opposite him, not wanting to become trapped in the booth with him. I still wasn't sure what to say once seated, hating that this could become awkward at any second.

"Are you OK? You seem a bit shaken up still." he asked.

"I'm fine." I squeaked out, knowing he could see right through me.

"You're all nervous, what's wrong?" he smirked.

I sighed."My friends are out there."

"Oh, well go tell them to join us."

"No!" I snapped too quickly."Look, I said no to drinks earlier, hence why I was on my way home, and I was scared what they would think or feel if they saw me waltz in with you."

"Don't want to be seen with a Blinder?"

"No, just didn't want them to think I chose a boy over my friends."

He gave me a pointed look.

"And I guess it would seem strange if I suddenly walked back in with a Blinder."

"Why did you say no in the first place?"

"Because money is tight. That was another reason I was hesitant to come, honest."

"You're not paying (Y/N)."

"Oh, Finn-"

"No, because I literally get this stuff for free." the small window into the room opened."Speaking of."

He reached over and grabbed our drinks, handing mine to me before clinking the glasses together. Unlike Finn, who threw the whole drink back, I sipped on my wine, and god was it good. He slammed the glass back down onto the table, letting out a satisfied breath.

"So what have you been up to since school?"

"Well, I've got a job at this clothes shop, you might have passed it but we only deal with women’s clothing, so I doubt you’ve been in. Uh, I actually started there as a shop assistant after I left school, you know, running errands and doing the little things no one else wanted to do. Then they started giving me proper jobs, I’m also a book keeper now and-” I glanced at Finn, realising that I was rambling,“-sorry, I’m talking too much.”

“No, no you’re not.” he chuckled, waving a hand in the air.

“Long story short, I work in a clothes shop. What about you?”

I closed my eyes as soon as I finished my sentence, wincing at my stupidity.

“I didn’t mean, I wasn’t trying to be smart or pry, obviously I know...no I don’t know...”

“You’re cute when you stumble over your words.”

I wasn’t expecting that.“E-excuse me?”

Before things could get any more awkward, the door opened, making us both jump. I felt my heart drop down into the pit of my stomach when I saw who it was, and I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me; his brothers were here.

“What the fuck are you doing in here Finn boy?”Arthur asked (if you didn’t know all their names, you had to be incredibly simple).

“Failing to get another bird in your bed?” John smirked.

“Shut up John.” Finn spat.“This is (Y/N), she’s an old friend from school.”

They filtered in. John scoffed.“Surprised you remember anything about school. Have you asked him what five pus five is?”

John and Arthur laughed as they sat down opposite us, Thomas standing besides the window for the drinks. I clasped my hands together as they started to shake out of nerves. I was in a room with the Shelby brothers, the men who ran one of the most feared gangs in England, and I had no clue what to do with myself. 

“Um, I think I should go.” I pathetically mumbled out.

“Don’t be rude Finn,” Thomas said,“show the lovely, young lady out.”

Finn was glaring at his brothers as we stood. I slowed down my steps so I didn’t appear to be running away from them. Finn opened the door for me, and I felt weightless as soon as I stepped out of that room. He followed me out, running a hand down his face.

“I’m sorry about them. They’re just being their usual stupid selves.” he apologised.

“It’s alright, really. Don’t tell them they bothered me or anything because they really didn’t.”

“You don’t have to worry. They won’t do anything to you because we had a drink together.”

“Sorry, just not used to...”

“Meeting a gangster?”

I hummed in agreement.“Yeah.”

“Look, I definitely need to go back in there. But I liked this. Apart from how we bumped into each other.”

“Yes, that could have been different.”

“I would like to do this again though.”

“You would?”

“There you go again, acting all surprised. How about this weekend?”

“I-I’m free this weekend.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at six on Saturday.” he smiled at me, turning to go back into the private room before calling the bartender.“Oh, Harry, another wine for my friend.”

He winked at me, then disappeared into the room. I heard heckling and teasing from his brothers. I could feel that my cheeks were heating up from blushing, though I also couldn’t help but smile. Thanking the bartender for the wine, I quickly took it, freezing when I saw my friends staring at me. Sighing, I took a big gulp of the drink before making my way towards them. This was going to be a longer night than I thought.

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“Thought I told you to get up,” Jotaro huffed spraying the last of his cologne onto his body. Opening your eyelid slightly you peaked over at Jotaro.

And behold your one true weakness. That fucking turtleneck. It always complemented his husky figure so well. His pecs sat perfectly on his chest, narrow waist and most importantly his ass was looking voluptuous. A beautiful sight to see early in the morning. Too early in fact. You were nicely wrapped in bed until you felt Jotaro pulling on you.

“I gave you five extra minutes let’s go,” His voice was stern not want to tolerate your bullshit today. Before you could whine or resist any further, Jotaro grabbed ahold of the blankets and threw them to the other side of the room. His eyes met with your naked body, covered in love bites and a red hand print. All from the previous love making night. As a reflex you covered your breast which resulted a stringent slap on your ass.

“Did that hurt baby?” He cooed rubbing it in a circular motion. You whimpered as a form of saying yes.

“Then how many times I told not to cover yourself?” He grabbed your jaw, mushing your cheeks together. “Do you lack the proper brain cells to remember things? If I say get up..Get your ass up,” Jotaro hated explaining himself more than once, something you never could seem to understand.

“I’m sorry daddy,” You apologized not wanting him to be upset at you. Rewarding you, Jotaro placed a soft kiss on your lips. So sweet and tender unlike his actions a few seconds ago. The kiss made you feel secure and that everything was going to be okay, as long as Jotaro is there.

“You will be cockwarming me throughout the day as punishment,”

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In his work office attire you sat in Jotaro’s lap with his fat cock stuffed between your pussy lips. Nothing else. No additional thrusting or dirty talk, just the sounds of the keyboard. However, the sounds of the office weren’t privy to you. Instead you listened to hardcore porn audios. A special add on to the punishment requested by Jotaro himself. You heard skin slapping, liquids spewing, and sexy sobs from whomever was enduring the pounding.

So badly you wanted that to be you. Swiping off Jotaro desk clean so he could fuck your tight little pussy. Whispers how good of a girl you were taking him, all while in a public setting. Your cunt couldn’t help but to continuously saturate Jotaro’s cock. You were drenched in your own juices so much that you’re thighs were sticky. Jotaro paid you no mind. Your pleads went through one ear and out the another. Money needed to be made.

Soon enough of a coworker of Jotaro stopped by and began to chat. The way Jotaro had you positioned in his lap could not give way exactly the two of you were doing. What it appeared to the coworker was a woman sitting in her lover’s lap. Unusual, but that was their business.

Every second felt like an eternity. You wanted to bounce on his length and shout how your daddy dick was amusing you. For the male coworkers to become jealous and wished they had thick juicy cock like his. And for the female coworkers to fuck off, what was between his legs is your property.

Without thinking you started to pleasure yourself. Each time you plopped down your felt the tip of his dick kiss your cervix. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull. Bring forth your slutty side.

“Woah umm..is s-she alright—” Cutting him off Jotaro sent his coworker away and put himself back in his pants. Now you were in trouble.

Jotaro grabbed your wrist and stormed out of the building. His long strides had you stumbling and even bumping into people. Unlocking the door to the car, Jotaro threw you in the passengers seat. Clearly not giving a fuck if he injured you or not.

“I guess me yelling or spanking doesn’t get through to you..but this will,” Out of the glove compartment Jotaro pulled out a two small vibratos. One for your ass and one for your aching pussy. He hiked up your skirt and ripped your panties.

“Daddy I’ll promise to be a good girl—”

Using his middle finger he gathered some of your juices and fingered your ass. He never touched you there. Your butt hole was incredibly tight, just a finger made you a sobbing mess.

Soon after he inserted the two vibrators in each hole. To your dismay they weren’t turned on yet, but Jotaro wasn’t finished. He tied his tie around your hands hooking it to the headrest. Then, rolled down the car windows down, just enough for you to breathe. Closing and locking the door he finally turned on the vibrators.

No emotion written on his face he watched you for a bit. He loved you dearly but right now you weren’t behaving. And since you wanted to be a whore..a whore is what he’d make out of you.

[kill-the-feels]

the most dangerous thing is to love ~ ch. I

If you thought the worst your day could get was being a bounty of the up and coming Boba Fett, you have another thing coming. After a mishap with the Slave I, the two of you find yourselves stranded in the middle of nowhere, with only each other to rely on. If you can get past wanting to kill each other, the two of you just might make a killer team.

a/n: hey y’all! welcome to another story! i’ve had this one planned for a hot minute, but after a looong semester writing my senior thesis, i had to deal with a little writing burn out. but! after a nice little break, i’m back to writing, and i figured releasing this as TBOBF dropped would be pretty timely. this one takes place in Boba’s early bounty hunting days and will (obviously) be a little AU, but i plan to try and keep it at least semi-close to Boba’s real story. i hope you enjoy! (masterlist)

warnings: language, peril, angst, description of injury

word count: ~4.4k

***

today of all days

see

how the most dangerous thing is to love

how you will heal and you’ll rise

***

Being hunted for a few measly credits is not good.

Being hunted by Boba Fett, up-and-coming-and-soon-to-be-legendary-hunter, is even worse. It’s a losing game, and you give up before ever really trying to play.

You scrape a hand through your hair and take a deep breath, trying to quell the panic rising in your chest. Fett drags you along, imposing as ever in his green armor, the helmet facing forward.

In the distance, through the misty haze that clings to this shitty planet, you can see his ship.

If you can remove yourself from the current terrifying and hopeless situation, it’s actually kind of funny.

The people after you — the fucking Hutts — are spending more to find you than what you stole from them. It’s the principle of the thing.

Although, you suppose that’s why they were so quick to send Fett after you. He’s Jabba’s little soldier.

Fett jerks the rope attached to your binders, sending you stumbling forward, nearly into his back. You right yourself and glare at him, the only small act of defiance you can manage.

It’s pointless to fight, truly. You’re just trying to make it as easy on yourself as possible. Fett presses a button on the inside of his vambrace, and the ramp of his ship comes down.

He drags you up into the ship, slapping a button on the wall as he goes.

There are cages along the wall, and one opens. He wastes no time tossing you into it. You hit the wall roughly, bouncing back, hands still bound in front of you, making it hard to catch yourself.

“Hey!” you say, your temper getting the better of you for the first time. He tilts his head, hand going to the blaster on his belt.

“Watch it,” he says. “I’ll have no qualms further immobilizing you.” You back up, until your back meets the wall of the ship and you lift your chin, waiting to see what he does next.

He closes the cage door.

“Don’t try anything funny,” he says. Fett leaves you down there, and you sink to the floor, pulling your knees in close to your chest and laying your head on them.

It’s cold down here. You close your eyes, trying to plan. You know better than to try and reason with Fett. But you hate just giving up like this.

The ship shifts to the right, and you feel it start to rise.

Desperation claws at the back of your throat, and you laugh because the other alternative is to cry, and you’d rather die than let Fett hear or see that.

***

Boba Fett is, quite frankly, tired. He takes his helmet off and puts it on the seat beside him, rubbing the space in between his eyebrows, trying to ease the growing ache there.

This bounty is so far beneath him, he nearly laughed in Jabba’s face. The amount of credits you’re worth is borderline useless, not even enough to cover the fuel it took to find you.

But it’s important to keep a good rapport with Jabba, who can give him better opportunities down the line.

So he will suffer through this one.

Boba adjusts the controls, charting the course towards Tatooine and readying the jump to hyperspace.

It’s only after the jump that he feels it.

Something is wrong with the Slave I. There’s a subtle pitching to the right, more drag than there should be. He squints at the controls, half focused on troubleshooting and half focused on navigating. Reaching blindly, he finds his helmet and slips it back on.

His father taught him everything he’d ever need to know about this ship and then some. Jango taught him the importance of both the ship’s mechanics, and the importance of trusting his intuition. And if Boba feels like something’s wrong… something’s wrong.

Boba stands, glancing at the read-outs one more time. He’s just reached the door when it happens.

There’s an awful grinding sound, and the Slave I lurches violently to the left. Boba is thrown to his knees and he scrambles back up, reaching for the controls, trying to fix the situation.

The controls lock up, and the ship careers wildly back to the right.

“Fuck!” he yells, reaching for the hyperdrive switch. It’s too early to pull out of it; he’s nowhere near Tatooine. But better to get things under control in empty space, rather than in the middle of a jump.

The Slave I drops out of space right in front of a planet that Boba barely has time to look at. His controls are beeping at him, and both his common sense and gut are telling him, that unless he lands right now, he’s not making it out of this.

So he enters the atmosphere of the planet, dismay filling him as he nears the surface and sees nothing but water.

He hates getting wet. No. He hates water. The Slave beeps frantically, and Boba sighs, long and loud as he forces her to flip around, ready for landing.

You’re a passing thought in his head, far down the list he’s making of survival necessities.

It’s not until the Slave I is in the water, and he’s gone out the top, that he remembers you’re down there.

And it’s a tough decision. The ship is slipping under the water — she’ll be a bitch to recover — and you’re barely worth the effort of tracking down.

But he’s come this far.

Boba sighs again and straps the pack he’s got to his back, before diving back under the surface, shoving the way his stomach turns as he submerges out of his mind.

***

The incessant beeping jerks you out of your thoughts, followed by the erratic — and violent — jerking of the ship.

You’re slammed to the side, banging your head against the side of the ship.

You groan, reaching with your fingers and finding blood.

There’s a dropping sensation that nearly makes you lose what little food you have in your stomach, followed by a hard slam. It goes quiet.

You strain your ears, listening. There’s… water?

Yes, you can hear water slapping at the sides of the ship, and to you horror, a puddle begins to form in the cage beside you.

Panic drives you forward. Screw not putting up a fight. You slam your hands against the bars of the cage.

“Hey!” you yell. “Hey, Fett! I’m still down here.” There’s silence, and the water fills the cargo bay faster now, spilling into your cage and quickly covering your feet.

You aren’t prepared for how cold it is. You slosh backwards, then ram your shoulder into the cage door.

It holds.

“Come on,” you say, hearing the fear in your own voice. You try again, the water rising to your shins, and your teeth start to chatter.

You shake the bars as hard as you can, shoulder hurting.

“Please,” you whisper, growing more frantic. They don’t budge. You slam your hands against them, then tug apart, trying to pull them wide enough to slip your body through.

Damn Fett and his high quality ship.

The water is nearing your thighs, and you glance up at the bars above you. If you can’t get out of here, soon you won’t be able to swim up high enough to breathe.

You bang against the bars as fast and loud as you can.

“Fucking please,” you yell, and still, they don’t move.

You settle back against the wall, trying to think and knowing you’re running out of time. This is your chance to get away. Fett’s obviously not coming down here for you.

If only the stupid cage would give a little.

The lights flicker, and you jump. You look around, trying to memorize the layout. If it goes dark, it’ll be even harder to get free. You squint through the water, to the bottom of the cage.

It looks like it’s been bolted to the floor in four different places, so you can’t lift it, but maybe you can untwist the bolts. The cage is heavy, but if you wait until it’s more underwater, maybe you can lift it.

It’s a shitty plan, but it’s a plan. You’ll have to go underwater to try and twist the bolts — the water is at your waist now — and you take a deep breath, preparing yourself.

You duck under as the lights go out, and you squint in the darkness, salty water stinging your eyes as you feel for the first bolt.

Twisting as hard as you can, you press your legs against the bars, trying to give yourself leverage. It doesn’t budge.

You stand up, needing air, alarmed to find the water at your chest now. You’re running out of time.

You duck back under, running your fingers back and forth until they catch painfully on the bolt. You can’t see for shit, and you try twisting again, feeling a small flash of victory when it loosens.

It takes an agonizingly long time to untwist it, and your lungs are screaming at you for air.

You push to standing, taking the bolt with you, and find you have to stand on your tiptoes to get above the water.

That’s not good.

The cage is maybe a foot above your head?

The second bolt takes less time, and you swim towards the next one without taking a breath. You can’t find it at first, instead catching your finger on something rough and jagged. It hurts and you cry out, wasting precious air.

You have to surface, and you find to breathe, you have to tread water and press your face against the bars.

Back down you go, fighting the urge to cry as you search for the third bolt.

Please, you pray to whatever’s out there listening.

Not like this. Not drowning like an animal in a cage. You find the third bolt, but it’s stuck worse than the first, so you position yourself at the front of the cage, trying to hinge it upwards so you can crawl out.

But you can’t get enough leverage, and you’re out of air.

You close your eyes, searching for a sense of calm. You did your best. You tried. It feels hollow and doesn’t bring you the comfort you wish it would.

Something takes hold of your shoulder, and you scream into the dark water in front of you. You try to wrestle away, and something takes ahold of your other shoulder, hauling your forward.

There’s movement, and through the murkiness, you see a helmet practically press itself into your face.

Fett. He came back for you.

He wraps his arms around your middle and twists, propelling the two of you up and out of the cage, into the dark water.

Your lungs scream, and the edge of your vision turns grey. You can hear yourself choking, trying to fight the innate urge to take a breathe.

You’re so focused, you don’t initially realize you’ve broken the surface. It’s not until Fett wraps a hand in your hair and yanks, tugging your face up until it’s pointed at the sky.

You cough out water, flailing your legs wildly to keep yourself afloat when he pushes you away from him.

After an agonizingly long moment, you get yourself under control and calm down.

Fett watches you the whole time.

“Dramatic much?” he asks, and you glare at him, raising your hands above the water.

“Hard to swim when you’re bound up,” you say. He shakes his head, turning in a slow circle to appraise your surroundings.

There isn’t any land around, not that you can see, and the reality of the situation is hitting you.

Not only are you stranded in the middle of an unknown ocean, you’re also stranded with Boba fucking Fett.

Just lovely.

***

You, with your limited, flawed human sight, cannot see any land. Which is an issue.

Because neither you nor Fett have a flotation device. The sun is setting, the fiery sky actually quite beautiful, and the two of you are going to die here, neither of you built to tread water for long periods of time.

Fett tilts his head a little, the helmet making it impossible to decipher his emotions.

“There’s land about half a klick that way,” he says, and he starts swimming.

You give it your best effort. Truly. But your legs are so tired from doing all the work of keeping you afloat, and it’s impossible to swim with your hands.

At least there’s no strong current.

Fett steadily puts distance between you two, as you flail about.

He stops and looks back at you, and you pointedly ignore him as he swims back.

“Useless,” he mutters when he reaches you, treading water with his legs as he grabs hold of your hands.

“Thank you,” you say, putting as much sarcasm as you can into the two words. He stares at you for a long moment, probably trying to intimidate you, but you’ve got no fear left to conjure up.

“Do not,” he says, releasing the binders, “try anything. It will not end well.”

“Is that a promise?” you ask, and he shoves you away, setting off for the land again.

The two of you swim for what feels like an eternity. You manage to keep up with Fett, who must feel like he’s hauling someone on his back with all that armor.

A wave swells under you, lifting you up, and before it pushes you back down, you see the outline of land. Fucking finally.  

Closing your eyes, you push forwards, making a list of all the things you’re going to do when you’re back on solid ground.

Never again take it for granted, for one thing.

You give another ferocious kick, and the bottom of your foot meets the bottom of the sea. It slopes upward, and gradually, the two of you walk out of the water, onto land.

You collapse in a heap at the water’s edge, needing a minute to collect yourself. Fett stands above you, staring down with that unreadable helmet.

“Come on,” he says, stomping away from the water. The sun’s set and it’s pitch black to you, so you stumble after him, tripping over sand drifts and your own feet. Once you get a little closer, you can see a jungle’s edge.

He plunges right in.

You hesitate. Staying on the beach until the sun rises, when you can see, seems like safer bet. But also… Fett doesn’t seem to realize you’re not following. Another chance to get away.

Turning, you squint into the darkness, trying to plot an escape route.

A hand grabs your wrist.

“Don’t even think about it. Come on.” Fett tugs you into the jungle, and you’re forced to stumble along blindly. In the darkness, with your wet clothes, it’s cold, and you fight shivers.

He walks and walks, until finally, you break down. You say something.

“Can we stop for the night?” you ask. “Or do you have somewhere to be on this hellhole?” He’s quiet for a long moment, head roving in a circle.

“There.” He points at something in the dark that you can’t make out, and with a huff, he drags you along.

It’s a pool of water, you realize, surrounded by what looks like a cave system.

“Fresh water,” you say, realizing for the first time how thirsty you are.

***

It does not take long to get a fire going; there’s plenty of dry wood around you, and Fett has plenty of things capable of starting a fire.

You sit on one side of the fire, knees tucked into your chest and cheek laying on them, watching the flames move and curl.

Now that the adrenaline has worn off, you’re tired and hurt. The spot you banged your head on aches, the blood dried and crusted to your skin. And the side of your finger is oozing blood and discharge, making it hard to bend it. For now, you’ve tucked it into your palm, pressing that into the side of your leg.

Fett would probably rather kill you than give you anything to care for it.

He’s on the other side of the fire, legs crossed at the ankles and hands folded in his lap. You can’t tell if he’s asleep. He still hasn’t taken off the damn helmet, and it feels like his gaze has been on you this whole time.

You close your eyes, a shiver wracking down your body, and you try to find something about this situation to take the misery out of it. Something laughable.

Well. You suppose getting stuck with your bounty hunter as your only companion is quite ironic. Maybe. And there’s the fact that you wanted off the one planet, only to end up on one that could arguably be worse.

Fett shifts on the other side, and you open your eyes a sliver, watching as he reaches up for his helmet.

It comes off, and every other thought flees your mind.

He is… not what you expected. Fett is younger than you thought, maybe mid-twenties, with brown skin and dark, curly hair. He looks over at you, and you can see the way the fire reflects in his dark eyes, catching on a scar jutting through his left eyebrow.

“’S rude to stare,” he says, and his voice is a higher pitch without the vocoder. You slam your eyes shut.

“Wasn’t staring.” His scoff almost sounds like a laugh, and you press your face harder against your legs, trying to force your mind to calm down enough to sleep.

Or at the very least, rest.

It doesn’t work.

“Where are we?” you ask, giving up on rest for the moment. Instead, you glance across the fire to Fett, who has tilted his head back until he’s staring at the sky.

“Don’t know,” he says, and you watch the way his fists tighten in his lap.

“Is there anyone else in this place? On this planet?” A new sense of panic is creeping through you.

“Don’t know,” Fett says again, and it frustrates you, how blasé he’s being about all this.

“What do you know?” you ask, and he ignores you. With a sigh, you shift to the other side, staring out into the dark forest.

If you and Fett are truly here alone, then not only is there no escape, but he’s the only real ally you have here. It’s a miserable situation, and this time, you can’t find the humor in it.

And what if Fett gets tired of you? What if he decides to be done with you? Decides you simply aren’t worth it?

You don’t like that thought, but there’s really no alternative you can consider.

***

Contrary to what you believe, the very first thing he tried to do was signal for help. But there’s something interfering with all his attempts at transmitting a signal, and the stronger equipment went down with the Slave.

He has a line of reasoning, flimsy as it is. He cannot be the only one looking for you. And if he’s near you, then whoever comes for you, comes for him. 

Yet.

He fights with himself all night. He should be sleeping, is pretending to sleep, but instead, he’s studying you out of the corner of his eye.

You’re curled up in a ball, legs pulled into your chest, uninjured side of your head resting on your knees. You keep one hand pressed into your side, and even in the dark, he can see the bloodstain on the hem of your shirt.

At what point does he cut his losses? You’re borderline useless, clearly have no survival skills, and honestly, not worth the effort it would take to treat you. Yes, you potentially provide a way off, but the minimal sum doesn’t inspire confidence.

He never has this problem. Jango didn’t have time to teach him everything before he died, but Boba learned the importance of having a code.

And Boba’s code? It does not make room for letting bounties go, regardless of what they offer. And you… you haven’t offered anything.

Which is why he’s torn. Getting rid of you would be easier — no time trying to make sure you aren’t going to die — but it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. A job unfinished. But helping you feels like crossing the other line, the one Jango stressed again and again.

You never get personally invested in your bounties. No matter what they offer. They’re a job, a means to success and credits.

Boba rolls his eyes, glaring up at the sky above him, instead of you and the way your mouth settles into a slight frown in your sleep.

Damn it all.

He slams his eyes shut, starting the argument all over again, cursing his luck, and coming no closer to an immediate answer.

***

In the morning, you open your eyes when someone pushes against your shoulder. Fett stands above you, still without his helmet. In the light of day, it’s even easier to see his face.

You’re struck by how young he looks.

“Not dead yet?” he asks, and you glare at him. He moves to the side, and the sun cuts directly into your eyes. Your head throbs with every beat of your pulse, and you have to look down and close your eyes to quell the nausea.

There’s a high probability that your head wound is worse than you thought. And your whole hand is on fire.

Great.

There’s a sloshing sound, and you open your eyes and squint as you watch Fett fill up a water skin with fresh water. He stares off into the distance, seemingly contemplating something, and you watch, waiting.

Your eyes drift shut again, the darkness more appealing than the bright sun and Fett’s inner ponderings.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Fett says, and your eyes fly open when you feel him grab your chin.

He tilts your head to the side, fingers probing roughly at the cut. You jerk away from him, letting out a hiss of pain.

“Next time ask, asshole,” you say, eyes squeezing shut. He’s quiet for a long moment, so long you warily open your eyes to watch him.

Fett rolls his eyes and gives you an exaggerated sigh. His mouth is curled in irritation.

“May I?” he asks sarcastically, reaching for your head again. You make a point to look over his shoulder, and not at his face, which is right in front of your face.

“Do whatever the hell you want,” you mutter. His grip tightens just a bit, but he remains focused on looking at the cut.

“A lot of attitude from someone who should be grateful to me.” You hear what’s not said. He didn’t have to save your life. He didn’t have to bring you to fresh water and shelter. And he doesn’t have to look at your wound.

“Sure thing,” you say, not bothering to hide your own sarcasm, wincing as his finger digs in just a little too roughly.

“It’s not deep,” he says, “but it’s long and head wounds are a bitch.” You laugh. He looks at you like you’ve finally lost it, but you laugh.

Fett shakes his head. He pours the water skin over the cut, and you gasp.

It’s cold. But more than that, it stings. You jerk away again, crying out in pain and pressing your un-injured hand over the cut. Fett’s there in an instant, prying your hand away.

“Let go of me!” you say, and he glares at you.

“I’m trying to clean it, not reinfect it,” he snaps back. You squeeze your eyes tight, fighting back tears as he finishes cleaning it out, none too gently, before dressing it with a little vial he keeps on his belt.

“No bandages,” he says, “so you’ll have to deal.” You’re not laughing now. You’re irritated. It’s bleeding again, running down the side of you face in what you’re sure is a bold look, sticking to your skin and in your hair.

But, hey, at least it’s clean.

You can’t say the same for your hand. Asking Fett to clean your hand feels like asking for trouble, though, so you push yourself to standing on shaky legs.

The world spins around you, and you take a deep breath in through your nose, then blow out of your mouth. Six steps, maybe, to the water hole. You can do that.

Fett watches you the whole time, but he doesn’t intervene, not even when you nearly trip into the water.

You dig your hand out of your pocket and plunge it into the water, biting your lip to keep from making any sound.

It’s a graceless, fumbling effort, but you manage to clean the side of your finger enough to satisfy yourself. Your shirt is already torn, so you grab it and yank, satisfied when a long strip comes free.

One handed, you try to wrap the fabric around your finger, wanting a little more protection than your poor head.

Fett watches behind you, and you know he’s watching because you can feel his eyes on you. The bandage slips again, and you scowl at it, leaning down to take it in your teeth.

He sighs dramatically behind you, footsteps crunching on the ground before he sits beside you.

“Give me your fucking hand,” he says, tone griping and frustrated. You side-eye him.

“I’m fine,” you say, and he ignores you, pulling your hand and the bandage into his lap.

“Fucking useless,” he mutters, expertly wrapping the bandage around your finger and tying it off, using his teeth to pull it tight.

His breath is warm on your cold hand, and you look away, purposefully studying the trees around you.

Fett stands as soon as it’s done, reaching for his helmet and tugging it back on.

“Wait here,” he says. “And don’t try anything.” You watch his back as he retreats into the trees, shaking your head as he does.

Irritating man.

[warmblanketwhump]

flight plan: part 2

no planes in this one - just some good old-fashioned sickfic! But if you want the backstory, check out part 1 here.

“A, can you hand me my glass of water? Pleaaaase?” B sticks out their bottom lip in a pout, and A can’t help but laugh.

“Okay, you. It’s been four days and I know you’re getting better, because you’re getting pesky again.” A straightens the blankets and slides their hand up to feel B’s cheek. “Still a little warm, but I think you’re on your way out of the woods.”

“So I should milk this while I can?” B flutters their eyelashes and gives a pitifully fake cough, which slips into a real one, sharp and rattling. Concern flits across A’s eyes, and they help B take a few sips from the glass.

Despite the joking, A didn’t kid themselves about how sick B had been, or how awful they’d truly felt after getting off the plane. The first two days had been nightmarish - B barely conscious, shivering with chills and sweating through their sheets, alternating between terrifying fever dreams and inconsolable moaning and weeping.

A did their best to hold them through it, but they had been minutes away from hauling B to the hospital. Thankfully B’s fever had spiked just one final time before settling into general low-grade misery.

“As long as you need me, sweetheart, you’ve got me.” B gives a tired smile and pulls the blanket to their chin, huddling around the new stuffed animal A gave them at the airport.

“Did you call C?”

“Ah, not yet. Too busy with you, ya sick little bean.” A gently fluffs B’s hair. “You rest, and I’ll give them a call now.”

But C doesn’t pick up. Nor do they pick up an hour later, leaving A stuck with the unpleasant task of leaving a voicemail.

“Um, hi…this is A. I just wanted to call and let you know that B’s on the mend. They’re still pretty weak, but I think things are looking up. So…yeah. Thanks for everything you did for B - once they were feeling better, they told me all about what you did. And I…well, I care a lot about them. Obviously. So I appreciate it. I guess you can call back if you-”

The message cuts off, and A groans. Hopefully that was enough. Still, they couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of their stomach.

Later, they settle in with B to watch a movie, B’s head cradled in their lap as A combs their fingers soothingly through their hair, reveling in the sheer normalcy of it all. They both end up falling asleep, and when A blinks awake as the credits roll, they notice a missed call from C. B’s still out, so they click to listen to the voicemail.

“Hey, A….sorry I *coughs*…missed you earlier. Wasn’t able to *sniffs* make it to the phone. So glad to hear that B’s *cough cough* doing better. I think they did a little sharing.” C laughs weakly, but A can hear the sheer exhaustion in their voice. “Anyways, glad they had you. And if you’ve got any survival tips, feel free to pass them along…..I’m just kidding. *cough* I’ll be fine. Anyways, I’ll…see you around, I guess.” They pause briefly, like they want to say something more, but a coughing fit steals their breath away, and the message ends with a click cutting off the rough gasps.

The pit in A’s stomach comes back. C sounds sick.

“Who….who was that?” B mumbles from their spot on A’s lap.

“It was C. They called back and they….didn’t sound so good.”

B’s eyes snap to meet A’s, more alert than they have been in days. “Did they sound like me?”

C pauses. They hadn’t thought about not telling B, but in hindsight, maybe they should have. After all, it’d only flood B with guilt, and they needed all the energy they had to get well. But one look at B’s concern, and they knew they wouldn’t be able to lie.

“Yeah. They did.” Immediately B struggles to push themselves up, throwing their blanket off their shoulders and trying to stand.

“Whoa, hold it there. Where do you think you’re going?”

“To C. If they’re sick, it’s from me, and if any hints from the past four days of living with me are any indication, we gotta help them.”

A throws their hands up, pressing B back on the couch. “Hold up. We don’t know them, we don’t know if someone’s already taking care of them, and we don’t know where they live. I’m sure they’re-“

B frantically shakes their head. “You didn’t hear them. On the plane. From what they said…I don’t think they have anyone. I have to go.”

A chews their lip. “Well, let’s get things straight first. You’re in no shape to go help them. Which leaves me. A random stranger they don’t know. And you want me to check on them?”

The question was meant to be sarcastic, but B nods vigorously and fear fills their eyes with a fevered anxiety. “A, you saw how sick I was. You think anyone’s gonna be able to fight through that alone?”

A sighs wearily. They could blame it on the fact that arguing with a sick B was like arguing with a brick wall. But truthfully, what did their heart in was the thought of B alone on that plane, sick and shivering and miserable, if C hadn’t helped.

Fine. They’d send a text.

You okay? You sounded kinda rough on the phone. B was worried….

A few moments later, C responds.

Eh, I’ve felt better. But thank you for asking. And tell B not to feel bad. They were a better seatmate than most.

A smile tugs at A. At least this C was polite.

Is there anything you need? B said something about you being by yourself.

This pause was longer. The dots appeared and disappeared a few times, before a message came through.

I hate to take advantage, but is there ANY way you could bring over some cough medicine? I ran out a couple days ago. No worries if not - I can figure it out.

C’s heart sank. So they were alone. Sure, they didn’t say it - but any good friend or significant other worth their salt wouldn’t leave someone they loved without medicine for days.

I’ll bring some to you! Want to meet somewhere neutral, or just want me to drop it off?

In moments, C sends a response and an address.

Dropping off is fine. You are an actual lifesaver.

A settles B into bed with blankets, a cup of water, hot tea, and six types of medicine on the side table. “Now if you get worse, call me and I’ll turn around immediately. Nothing’s more important than you, okay?”

B shook their head. “I’ll be fine. They need someone.”

A heaves a sigh. “You’re too good, you.” They give B a quick forehead kiss, and head out into the night.

By the time they get to C’s apartment, their stomach is flip-flopping - C is a stranger. A lonely stranger, but a random stranger nonetheless. They come to C’s door and knock tentatively, gripping the paper bag of cough medicine (plus some cough drops and Tylenol for good measure), and hold their breath.

Nothing. A few minutes go by and A knocks again. They’re ready to break down the door if C doesn’t answer soon, but they realize what took so long right after they hear the click of the deadbolt.

A had seen corpses that looked more alive than C did right now. They lean heavily on the doorframe, sweat beaded on their forehead, a thick grey throw blanket clutched tightly around their shoulders. Their face is hollow and devoid of color, lips dry and cracked, their hair mussed and matted to their head. The cool night air hits their fevered body, triggering a round of chills that make them shudder. Despite their misery, a tiny light of gratitude flits across their eyes, and they stare incredulously at the paper bag in A’s hands.

“C….” A’s jaw drops to the ground.

“A, I seriously owe you one.” C tries to laugh, but it turns into a wheezing chest cough, high pitched and tense as they fight to catch their breath. Their eyes blink slowly, and they start to slide down the doorframe, but A grabs them and they both tumble inside.

Even through the blanket, A can feel C’s every bone. C weakly clings to A as they stumble toward the couch, and A deposits them on the cushions before tearing into the package of meds.

“What have you taken so far today?” A asks, trying to figure out the dosages.

“I….nothing…” C mumbles. A meets their eyes in disbelief before cracking open the blister packet and retrieving a proper dose. Grabbing an empty glass on the side table, they fill it before helping C choke the pills down. C greedily gulps the whole glass, breathing heavily once they’ve drained it.

“Water…water’s good.” C smiles blearily - they’re almost completely out of it. A presses a hand to the side of C’s neck, and C flinches at the cool touch. Their neck feels like a bank of hot coals, slick with sweat, lymph nodes sore and swollen. Their forehead isn’t much cooler either.

“C, when’s the last time you ate or drank anything?”

C cocks their head like A just asked them to recite the entire periodic table. “I….not sure? Days….kinda blurry.”

A’s seen enough. “C, you’ve got to go to the hospital. I haven’t even seen your temp, but you’re burning up even worse than B was.”

C frantically grasps at A’s wrists, sharp panic flooding their eyes. “Please…no…no hospital. I can’t. The meds….I’m fine here. Please.” A shiver wracks their body, and they hunch their shoulders, wrapping themselves back up and pulling the blanket over their nose. “Please. You can go now.”

“C, you need help-“

“I don’t.” Their voice breaks on the last word, cut off by a brief hiccuping sob.

Confusion rises through A - one minute C’s a grateful wreck, and the next moment they’re demanding they leave?

“C, I don’t understand-“

“You don’t get it. You think it feels all nice, having people care about you. Making you feel like you matter. And then they leave you. Get tired of you. Decide you’re not worth it. And it hurts worse than if they were never there at all.” C scrubs their eye with the corner of their blanket and sniffles as tears run down their cheeks. “I can’t let it happen again. I have to be alone. So just go. Please.”

A’s speechless. They kneel down next to the couch, hand tentatively hovering above C.

“C, is it okay if I put my hand on you right now?” C’s still sniffling, but they nod and mumble a weak “yes”, and A gently lets their hand rest on this stranger’s shoulder.

“C, I want to respect what you want right now. But you should know that you’re very sick. And you’ve managed in your own way - how, I have no idea - but you need some help right now. Now I can either call the hospital and let them handle it, or take you home with me. It’s up to you. Otherwise, you need to look me in the eye and tell me honestly that you want to be left alone through this.”

They squeeze C’s shoulder, and it triggers a deep gasping sob from their broken, aching body, sending a fault line straight through A’s heart. The sob turns to weeping, and A can barely make out the words C whimpers: "I don't want to hurt anymore."

God, who broke this poor thing? A bites their lip. C’s losing it. They’re running out of options short of forcing C to come with them, and that’s the last thing they want to do to a delirious, love-starved person who’s known them all of 6 minutes.

“C, I’m not gonna hurt you. I want to help you. Heck, even B wants to help you. I had to practically pin them down to the bed before leaving, they were so hell bent on this rescue.”

C’s red, swollen eyes meet A’s. “You mean….they asked after me?”

“Yes. They did. They could hardly stop talking about you once they came to their senses.” A rubs C’s knee through the blankets. “And they’d never forgive me if I left you here alone - they were very adamant about that. So if you want to save me a lot of arguing with and consoling of a very sad B, you’d actually be doing me a favor coming back with me.”

C seems to be weighing their options, all while struggling to stay awake on the couch. “I mean…if it saves you the trouble….”

A’s the one nodding vigorously now. “Please. It would.” Please. Just come back with me. I can’t leave you here like this. But I don’t know what else to do.

C presses themselves up off the couch with a single shaking arm. “Well, if it’d help you, then I accept.” And then they promptly pass out into A’s waiting arms.

It’s late when A gets back home with a limp C, and B is knocked out in their room, light still on - they’d tried to wait up, but their body still craved rest.

A carries C over the threshold and into the house. They gently lay the bundle on the bed and feel their forehead - still too hot, but the medicine seemed to be working. They manage to wake C up enough to take a few sips of broth from a mug before they pass out again.

For the briefest moment, A lets their hand touch C's shoulder again, making a silent promise they barely know how to keep: I don't know who broke you, but I'm not gonna let you hurt any more. I won't allow it.

A wave of exhaustion floods their body as they feel the effects of several late nights and long days of caretaking. They'd be no good to anyone if they didn't get any rest. A drapes an extra blanket over C’s sleeping form and heads for the couch for the night - they’d check back in an hour or so.

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B’s awakened by the sound of sniffling. And it’s not theirs. They blink tentatively in the lamplight, sleep clouding their thoughts. Snatching a blanket from the top of their bed, they wrap up, stuffed animal under one arm, and shuffle across the hall to see where the sound is coming from.

It’s C, swathed in two blankets, holding a wad of tissues and trembling like a leaf. B flicks on the bedside table lamp, and C winces at the light. B can see the tear stains on their cheeks.

“Cold,” C whimpers, coughing weakly. Pity floods B - it’s like looking at a picture of themselves just a few days ago. They reach out and put their hand on C’s head, and C leans into the touch.

“Yeah, this part sucks,” B says softly, guilt flooding their core. Sure, they didn’t mean to make C sick. But they did. And they felt a certain responsibility to make sure they made it through okay - just like C had cared for them on the plane.

“Can I get you anything? Another blanket, tea, medicine?”

“Throat hurts…water…please?” B nods and places the stuffed animal next to C before beginning the long, slow shuffle to the kitchen. A’s asleep on the couch, and they can’t bear to wake them up for something this small. But by the time they get to the kitchen, their legs are trembling with exertion. Easy there. You’re still sick, too.

They brace themselves against the sink as the glass fills, and will themselves to make the final journey back to C. By the time they’ve returned, the glass feels like a lead weight in their hand, and their entire body is chilled and shivery all over. They do their best to help C take a few sips, holding the glass with trembling hands, bracing themselves on the bed so they don’t tip over.

“Thank….thank you,” C’s grateful eyes meet theirs, and in a split second B knows the effort was worth it. But the validation is replaced with a bout of lightheadedness that nearly topples them onto C.

“Sorry,” B gasps. “Still not up to marathons yet. Just...need a minute.” They tug their blanket tighter, closing their eyes. “And this body forgot how to stay warm when I do stuff.” C’s eyes flood with concern - even in their fevered haze, they can see B struggling.

"Want to sit for a minute?" C asks softly, patting the open spot next to them on the bed. “I’m still cold, too.”

B wriggles into the spot, propping themselves up on pillows and pulling blankets over them both. "Just a minute - you need your sleep."

C's already dozing. "S'okay. I'll sleep just fine. 'Sides, you're warm." C's nestled themselves into B's side, head resting on their chest, and B wraps an arm around C's shoulder and holds them close. They’re warm, too. Just a minute....

Many minutes later, A pokes their head in to check in on C - and finds two sick peas in a pod curled up together, C's head still on B's chest, B's arm curled protectively around C, stuffed animal squished between them, both tangled in blankets and Kleenexes.

In spite of their own exhaustion, A smiles. After everything that had happened, they had a feeling C wouldn't ever be alone again.

[just-jordie-things]

(Please Don’t) Leave Me Alone - Richie Tozier

word count: 3142 warnings: swearing, mentions of being drugged summary: maybe richie ignoring you had more reason to it than you thought.  maybe he was just... jealous? ___

Looking back on it now, going to a party by herself was probably the worst idea (y/n’s) ever had.  Not because she disliked parties, she loved them, but she’d always gone in a group, or with a friend.  Tonight, she’d gone completely alone.

She’d thought it would be exciting, she could do whatever she wanted, and stay as late or leave as early as she pleased, not having to wait for a friend hooking up with a stranger or a ride home.  She could drink to no end and meet new people- it was a good idea, in theory.

Except now, she was trapped between a rock and a hard place.  Meaning the wall, and Steven Matson’s arm.  Earlier the attention had been welcomed, she didn’t mind being flirted with by a cute guy, it’d been a while since anyone had flirted with her, honestly, so it was very welcomed.

There was once a time where she didn’t really have to worry about that kind of attention, because she used to always get it from-

“Want me to get you another drink?” The boy in front of her asked, shaking her thoughts.

“Hm? Oh,” She nods, handing him her empt cup.  “Yeah, sure, thanks”

He grins in response before leaving.  And she doesn’t realize that she’s been holding her breath until she sighs, and slumps back against the wall.

Steven’s not that exciting, she realizes.  He’s been chatting her ear off for the past- who knows, hour, maybe? And she couldn’t recall a single thing he’d said.  It wasn’t due to the alcohol either.  He was just that simple.

He wasn’t ugly, though.

Running her hands through her hair, she wished that she had a tie to pull it back, because it was suddenly very hot in the room, and it was all she could focus on.  The smell of sweat from dancing and bustling bodies, and how much heat they generated in this small room.  She wanted to head outside for a breath of fresh air, but there was no way she could make it out and back in time to see Steven.

She made a glance towards the door, just out of curiosity, to see if she could run there and back.  But her eyes landed elsewhere.

On a tall, curly mop of haired figure that had just wandered in.

Richie’s eyes met hers, and she darted her gaze elsewhere with an inhumane speed.

Richie Tozier was her best friend, or at least he used to be.  In the past month he’d been shutting her out, until eventually he was more of a ghost than a friend at all.  She didn’t know what she did, or what happened that made him not want to hang out with her anymore, but it was no use trying to ask, because anytime she tried to talk to him, he’d vanish.

At first it was heartbreaking, because she’d known him for so long, and she thought that they were close enough to talk through any rough patch they could go through.  But as time went on and Richie pushed himself further away, (y/n) only became annoyed, and was a bit more eager to let him do whatever he wanted.

And if he wanted nothing to do with her, then fine.  She wasn’t going to beg him to stay.

Even though she really, really wanted to.

“Hope you didn’t miss me too much”

(y/n) nearly jumped when Steven appeared in front of her, one arm caging her in while he handed her a drink.  She gave him a short, weak smile, and backed herself up until the wall wouldn’t allow her to move away any further.  The flaw in this plan, however, is that Steven just followed, and the space between them was even shorter.

“Course not” She mumbled back, and was about to take a drink from her cup, before she noticed the strange fizzing at the bottom.

Great.  He spiked it with something.

She let out a soft sigh, lifting the cup to her lips and pretending to take a sip, so that he wouldn’t realize she caught on to his dumb scheme.

Tonight couldn’t have gone more terribly.

“So, whaddya say you and I go somewhere else?”

(y/n) looked up at him, eyes bored, and a eyebrow raised as if to say ‘really?’.

“Somewhere, huh?” She hums, only for her own entertainment.  “Like where?”

“Well we could go upstairs…” He suggested, leaning in closer.  It took a lot of energy for her not to shrink away.

God his breath smelled like beer.

“Or to my car out front,” He continued.  “Or honestly, we could just-”

“Alright pal,” (y/n) pushed her hand into his arm, and began to shove him away so she could leave.  “It’s not happening”

With that, she began to walk off, tossing her drugged drink to the ground carelessly.

“Wait wait wait,” Steven spun around, snatching her arm in his hand so she’d stop.  “But all night you-”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She snapped at him, yanking her arm to get it of his hold, but he was much stronger than her.  “Steven let go-”

“You’re such a fucking tease, (y/n),” He snarled, the playful and flirty voice long gone.  “Leading me on all night long, and now you’re acting like you don’t want this”

There’s a split second where she’s genuinely afraid of him, because his grip is unrelenting, and the look in his eyes suggests that he doesn’t care whether she gives in willingly or not.

And as soon as the idea of yelling for help crosses her mind, the feeling is gone.

Because she’s torn away from Steven’s hold, and there’s a secure hold around her waist.

“Why don’t you fuck off, Matson” A voice mutters.

All of the fear she’d previously felt disappeared, and it’s replaced by the surprise of having Richie right there next to her, keeping her firmly held against his side.

He’s being protective.

Steven rolls his eyes, obviously not giving a shit about Richie’s little display.  He scoffs, glancing from Richie to (y/n).

“Come on, why don’t you tell your little guard dog here that you can speak for yourself, and that he can go and fuck off now?” Steven asks.

(y/n) scoffs, staring at him with disgust, and honestly, she should spit on him.  She wants to spit on him, fuck she really wants to step forward and spit right on his face-

“Matson, I swear to fucking god, if another shitty fucking thing comes out of your mouth, I’ll break it,” Richie’s hand is tightening on her hip, and he’s pushing her behind him a bit.  “Seriously, walk away”

He’s practically growling, and even when they were friends she’d never seen him so… angry.

“Richie fucking Tozier why are you here being a buzzkill?” Steven spat out, taking a daring step forward.  “She clearly doesn’t even give a shit about you, so why don’t you just-”

The loud crack of skin on skin was a sharp echo, and anyone in a five foot radius could hear the burning sensation on Steven’s cheek.

(y/n) was panting, and she shook out her hand, because the slap stung her palm more than she thought it would.

“Fuck you” She muttered to the boy who was holding his cheek and whining like a baby.

She cast a glance towards Richie for a short moment, before shoving past him and making her way to the door.  She was done with this night, this party, she just wanted to go home and curl up into a ball under her blankets and forget all of this had happened.

Of course, she wasn’t able to leave that easy, and as soon as she walked out the door, someone hollered for her.

She looked back at Richie, before shaking her head, and continuing her trek.

“What do you want?” She muttered, leaving him no choice but to chase after her in order to catch up.

She barely even looked at him.

“Jesus, (y/n/n), give me some credit, I’m here to make sure you’re okay”

“Wow,” She rolls her eyes.  “Thanks.  Really,”

Her voice is monotone, so he knows she doesn’t mean it, and it’s annoying, but she continues before he can come up with some witty snap back remark.

She stops in her tracks, whirling around and shoving an accusatory finger into his chest.  He stumbles backward, caught off guard from the sudden action, but he catches his footing, left to watch her explode.

“Thanks for showing up, and for being there.  Wow, Richie.  Just… wow”

It’s more of a simmer than an explosion, but it feels just as bad.

(y/n) starts to walk off again, but Richie just runs up to her side again.

“For fucks sake (y/n)- will you pause for just a second-?”

“No!” She shouts, shaking her head furiously.  “No, Rich, I won’t, I’m not going to- I- I can’t wait for you anymore, I’m tired of waiting for you,” Her voice cracks, and he knows that if she starts crying right now, then he’s going to break.  “So can you please just… just go back to icing me out because it was honestly easier”

She sniffles, and turns away to walk home in peace.  It hurts to walk away but she’s just so tired of his bullshit.  Never before had her own body felt so heavy, each step making her bed more and more enticing.

Richie didn’t say anything, but he kept walking next to her.

She looked up at him, teary eyes narrowed, and her brow furrowed in a glare, but Richie just shrugged his shoulders.

“Well I’m not gonna let you walk yourself home alone at this time of night,” He said, and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket.  “So you’ll just have to put up with me for the next ten minutes”

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes again, but doesn’t give him the benefit of a remark, opting instead to keep her mouth shut.

She makes it a whole minute before feeling compelled to say something.

“What were you even doing there?” She muttered out, wrapping her arms around herself tightly.  “I thought you hated parties now”

He lets out a chuckle, earning another glare from the girl.

“To come save you, obviously,” He teases, which she definitely doesn’t appreciate.  “I just thought I’d give it a shot, seeing as I had nothing else going on tonight”

She didn’t know what she wanted to hear, but that certainly wasn’t it.  And Richie could tell, because she was frowning.

“Are you mad?” He asked with a chuckle.

“You did not just fucking ask me that” She mutters back.

“(y/n), you asked, what did you want me to say?” He asks, and she just scoffs.

“I didn’t need you to swoop in like some hero and rescue me, Richie,” She told him.  “You might find this hard to believe, but I’ve actually learned to live on my own now thank you very much.  And with that means I can protect myself, I don’t need you to-”

“Alright, I get it,” He mutters.  “Your ‘standing back and doing nothing’ was your way of standing up for yourself,” He says, and before (y/n) can argue, he’s muttering again.  “My apologies, I didn’t realize you had that handled.  Which is why I came over to help your ass-”

“Alright, that’s enough-”

“-which would have been his, by the way, had I not intervened”

“Congratu-fucking-lations!” (y/n) shrieked.  “Go ahead and pat yourself on the fucking back then.  What do you want from me? Huh? Do you really think I would’ve let Steven fucking Matson have his way with me?”

“No, I don’t think that,” Richie mumbled.  “But I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.  Or grabbing you like that-”

“Wow,” (y/n) rolled her eyes.  “I honestly didn’t think you still gave a fuck”

Richie looked down at her, but she’d rendered him speechless, so he didn’t say anything.  He looked forward as they walked in silence for a little while longer.

It was silent until they got to her porch.

She looked up at him, with a sad sort of expression, like looking at him broke her heart.  And quite frankly, it did.

“Thanks for walking me home, Richie,” She said in a soft mutter.  “You can go back to forgetting about me now”

She turned to walk inside, but his hand stopped her.  It wrapped around her wrist delicately, in a hold much more gentle than Steven had her in earlier.  If she wanted, she could tug her arm away and go inside.  If she wanted.  

“For the fucking record,” Richie muttered down to her, voice so low it was almost in a growl like it had been earlier.  “I wasn’t icing you out because I wanted to.  You think I want to? For fucks sake (y/n), I couldn’t be around you anymore because I was so goddamn in love with you that it hurt being around you when you obviously didn’t feel the same way.  You don’t know how much it fucking sucks being friendzoned by you.  I thought it was going to be easier not having you around, than having you right in front of me, and out of reach,”

Her heart is pounding, and she could feel it everywhere.  From her chest to her stomach to her through to her cheek to the very tips of her fingers- she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  Richie had been in love with her? It was almost too good to be true, and normally she wouldn’t believe it, but she could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice, he’d never been more serious about anything.

“I’m sorry for doing it,” He continues.  “But if I hadn’t, I would’ve lost my fucking mind”

“That’s such bullshit,” (y/n) mumbles, her breath hitching in her throat.  “You shut me out because you had feelings for me?” She asks, and Richie furrows his brows, offended by the outburst.  “Did you ever think about- I don’t know- just telling me?” She asks with a humorless laugh.  “I mean, jesus Richie, we would’ve been together this whole fucking time, but instead you make me think that you hate me and you shut me out-”

“Hold on- stop- you liked me?” Richie asks, shocked by her off-handed confession.

“Liked you?” (y/n) repeats breathlessly.  “Richie, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, you fucking dumbass-”

She raises her hand up to shove him in the chest, but he captures it with his own before leaning over and kissing her.  It’s sudden, so sudden that she trips on nothing but the sheer surprise of his lips on hers, but Richie’s arm wraps around her waist, securing her against him.

A sigh escapes her, one of content and safety, and she melts against him, almost becoming a puddle on her doorstep.  The hand in his is held tightly against his chest, and the other is gripping his shoulder, keeping her balanced.

He kisses her again, quickly, before she can completely pull away.  Just in case she decides to walk through her door and never look at him again.

When they part, it’s slow, and his hand flies up to cup her cheek, a quick but gentle action, and his thumb traces over her cheekbone with a featherlight touch.

Her eyes are still shut, and she blindly leans forward a bit, close enough that when she whispers, he feels it against his lips.

“Are you gonna go back to ignoring me?”

He chuckles, stealing another quick peck, before shaking his head.

She finally opens her eyes, and instantly, there’s a smile on her lips.

“I guess that depends, on if you want to go out with me tomorrow night?”

“To a party?” She asks.

“No, of course not,” Richie shakes his head.  “Anything else, literally anything else” He murmurs, and she grins even wider, nodding her head.

“Yeah, yeah anything else sounds good to me” She agrees softly.  

She’s still nodding, in a shaky sort of way, and Richie has to cup her face in both hands to get her to stop.

“Okay,” He hums.  “I’ll pick you up tomorrow, then”

“Okay,” She repeats.  “I’ll see you tomorrow”

He gives her a grin, before letting go of her, and stepping back.

“Alright then” He hums.

She watches him go, a delighted smile on her face.  Her heart is still pounding in her chest, and she thinks it might never stop.

“Wait, Rich,”

She calls when he’s descended her front steps, and she’s quick to race up to him, wrap her arms around him, and lean over the few inches that she’s towered above him, and kiss him one more time.

His arms encircle her waist, holding her flush against his chest.  She’s on her tiptoes on the step, and one of her feet lifts off the ground, both from the bliss and from Richie picking her up, just a little bit.

“I just wanted one more,” She murmured, and Richie laughed, kissing her quickly once more, and then again.  “Okay, Romeo,” She sighed.  “You better go home before my parents come out and see us”

“Fine, fine,” He sighed, and backed away, reluctantly releasing her from his arms.  “Tomorrow”

“Tomorrow” She says back.

She combs her fingers through his hair for a second, before turning and actually heading inside.

With a content sigh, she leans her back against the front door, eyes falling shut as her mind wandered to the events of the night.  It was ridiculous, how quick of a turn things went.  And now, she was going to see Richie tomorrow, for a date.  She couldn't believe it.

“Who was that boy?” A voice asked, making her perk up, and realize her mother had been waiting there at the door.

“Richie,” (y/n) replied.  “He walked me home”

“Richie your friend?” Her mother replied.  “You’re friends again?”

(y/n) grinned, nodding her head.

“Well, I’m going to bed,” She said.  “G’night, mom-”

“You’re dating this boy, now?”

“Richie,” (y/n) reminded, pausing on the steps to look down at her.  “And yes, I- I think I am”

Her mother shakes her head, and lets out a small scoff.

“Really, (y/n)? Of all your options-”

“Oh, fuck off,” (y/n) laughs, trying not to listen too closely to the harsh words.  “Don’t go acting like you give a shit now”

She ascends the stairs, and forgets about her mother’s cruel idea of parenting.  It won’t matter tomorrow, though.  So she thinks about tomorrow.  Because she’s gotten Richie back, and he’s all hers now.

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xoxo ~ jordie

[wellhellotragic]

Love If It's Torture 1/?

Don't say I didn't warn ya...

Summary: Emma Swan’s life is a disaster; the culmination of one poor choice after another nearly causing her ruin. Dramatic? Perhaps, but then again, arriving late to work only to find her one-night-stand introducing himself to everyone at the firm calls for nothing less than a full emotional breakdown.

Rating: Mature

A/N: I have no chill and couldn't wait. This will not be my usual angst fest. That's not to say there won't be a little here or there, but this isn't a heart wrench story from start to finish like my normal brand.

AO3

Days like this are meant for drinking, for getting drunk. Because being drunk is better than being heartbroken, again. She hates herself for the number of times seeing a dark gray peacoat or a stupid scarf has sent her running for a bottle. She isn’t an alcoholic by any means. She drinks on occasion with her friends over dinner or at special events, but now at the ripe age of 31, Emma has learned that her body is slowly becoming less inclined to support her ability to bounce back after..

But on days like this it doesn’t matter.

She needs him out of her head, to drown the thoughts away. Ruby texted her earlier to let her know she was going out with the new guy at work, showing him around town as she put it, and Emma knows that the Boston city tour will find itself coming to a close with a sightseeing adventure of Ruby’s bedroom. Fraternization rules be damned, but then again, who was ever going to fault the woman that brought in half of their new company’s new clients with her cleavage alone?

Ruby invited her to join them at the Mad Hatter, a new club downtown with over priced drinks but little other description. Exclusivity being the driving force of entrepreneurship these days. Originally Emma had declined, unexcited by the idea of her entire body vibrating along with the thrum of a music beat she couldn’t talk over, and disgustingly married financiers looking for a side piece.

But that was earlier, and now she's ready to not hear the thoughts in her head and to let a scum buy her a few twenty dollar whiskies. To let down her walls just long enough to raise her self esteem in a way she’ll hate herself for tomorrow.

There’s a line out the door, but her friend, somehow one of the most well connected women in the city, is waiting by the door waving her over where they’re able to bypass the crown that starts booing them as they slide through the red curtains just past the glass enclosure.

From the moment she’s inside she immediately begins to regret her decision to come here. There’s a smell lingering in the air, a mix of regret and shame, and eighteen different lasers are flashing light access the dance floor, threatening to blind her if she looks up for too long.

The music is so loud that Ruby nearly has to scream to get her attention, asking her if she wants a drink from the bar. She shouldn’t be here, she’s too old for this now and the thought of that makes her hate herself just that much more.

People crowd around the bar top, all waving their cash and credit cards in the air like it will somehow catch the bartender’s attention faster, but Ruby has an in. She always does. They each get two drinks, knowing that coming back to the bar anytime soon is going to be pure chaos, then head to a table near the back with a reserved sign on it, because of course.

They yell back and forth, and it’s too much. It’s not worth it. Neal’s not worth it, and she’s ready to go, so much that she's just downed the last of her whisky when she goes to stand and nearly stumbles back into the table. Not because she’s drunk though, but because she’s bumped into a full wall of a man. A man with raven hair and the bluest eyes she’s ever seen, glaciers, and feeling his hands on her arms as he tries to steady her has her sucking in a breath. There’s just a second, where they catch each other's eyes, where time nearly stands still. As far as she’s concerned, the rest of the club has disappeared, and the den has all but vanished.

But it’s only for a moment, and then time catches up with them, and he’s flashing her a smile mixed with a “Careful, Love,” before he averts his eyes. And then he’s gone, no trace of him in the overcrowded dance floor.

So she decides to stay just a little bit longer. Not because of him, never, not because of the trance his gaze put her under, or because of the feeling of his strong body pressed against hers, but because she’s a good friend and doesn’t want to let Ruby down. Which is a lie, but Emma doesn’t do feelings or yearnings, or anything that can lead to more. Once upon a time, Emma was the kind of woman who cherished a one night stand, just a good pounding, taking what she needed and fleeing into the night, never catching his name, never leaving hers either. But that was years ago, in college, before the heartbreak. Boys only want love if it’s torture…

She hasn’t had one since before Neal, bad choices always following her like a dark shadow, always reminding her that she isn’t worth a damn. Sure, the one night stands had left her feeling high in the moment, but after, she usually felt dirty, self loathing. Not that her futile attempts at relationships had done her any favors in her personal or professional life. What does it say about you as a person when your ex nearly destroys the company you work for?

So no, she won’t follow tall, dark, and handsome onto the dance floor, but it doesn’t mean that she doesn't occasionally catch just a glimpse of him moving around the club, or that she doesn’t see the way he looks like he wants to devour her where she sits. Instead, she stays with Ruby and the new guy, who’s name she hasn’t bothered to learn, and continues to scream across the void until she feels hoarse.

It’s about an hour later, and another whisky double and something called a ward 8 down the hatch when Ruby finally notices the fleeting glances between Emma and her mysterious new obsession.

“So, are you going to take him home or just keep eye-screwing him all night?”

Emma nearly chokes on the cherry, thankful for the poor lighting as she feels her cheeks heat with blush.

She tries to fake disgust at Ruby’s lack of filter, punching her in the shoulder, but her friend knows her better than that. They go back years, and even though they weren’t close for all of it, Ruby’s always been able to read her.

“That’s not even a phrase.”

Ruby grins but she isn’t deterred. “Maybe not, but last time I said eye-fucking your sister-in-law gasps like I had stolen all the virtue in the world. It was such a scandal.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re planning on stealing the newbie’s virtue tonight so maybe the shoe fits.”

Ruby grins like a chester cat, and Emma knows there’s zero shame involved. Ruby’s always been a sexually progressive alpha woman, but she isn’t going to let Emma change the subject so easily.

“That was already a given and his name is Billy. What I’m more interested in is why you haven’t already marched over there and staked your claim.”

She tries reminding Ruby that she isn’t a one-hit wonder anymore, but when push comes to shove, on this particular night, she’s really struggling to come up with a reason she isn’t willing to break her celibacy streak for the particular man.

It doesn’t take much more goading to be honest. She’s got just enough of a buzz going to give her the liquid courage she needs, but not so much that she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing. And Ruby for all of her faults has always had her back, never letting her do anything she wasn’t sober enough to consent to.

She tests her legs out as she stands, finding that she is in fact sober enough to walk a straight line if needed, and winds her way back up to the far end of the second bar they’ve now opened up in the back, stopping a few seats over from where she pretends not to notice him sitting.

She’s talking to the bartender, who isn’t too bad looking himself, batting her eyelashes and playing with her straw. Anyone else might misconstrue it as flirting, but she can feel his eyes on her and she hopes it’s working to make him jealous. It’s been a while since she’s actually found herself trying for a man’s attention. Usually she gets it with leering men when it’s least wanted, a universal problem shared by all women if there ever was one.

She continues flashing her smile, even going so far as biting her lip, and a part of her feels bad, because she’s pretty sure the guy across from her is getting the wrong idea, and while he’s reluctant to leave and tend to another group further down the way, Emma’s grateful. Even more so when she feels a shadow move from behind her before his torse presses into her back.

Emma nearly shudders when she feels his breath on her neck and his lips moving against the shell of her ear.

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing.”

He doesn’t move, doesn’t back away, and she knows she has him. Dangerous is an understatement. She tilts her head to the side, just enough to get a glance of him behind her, and his eyes darken as she does so, his jaw clenching. All she can do is bite the cherry off her plastic sword, at a loss for words, yet still trying to maintain the upper hand.

He growls before taking her hand firmly, pulling her off the stool to follow him. There’s two hallways in the back, each leading to a bathroom if the line of waiting women is any indication. He chooses the deserted one, and before she can catch her breath he has her pinned against a wall in the dark, his lips descending on hers, his hips grinding into her own. There’s no foreplay now, the whole night full of quick glances has already culminated in the feral need for something more carnal.

His mouth has moved to her neck and the way his tongue slides down to her pulsepoint nearly has her lose all her capabilities. She’s wobbly on her heels as her legs clinch together of their own accord. She needs more, and as much as she’s enjoying their dalance with exhibitionism, she needs privacy for what’s to come.

“Bathroom.”

It’s breathless, and she isn’t sure if he heard her, or if she even managed to form a word at all for the way she’s gasping as they continue rocking against each other, but apparently he does hear her if the speed at which he moves them both further down the hallway and through the oversized wooden door is any indication. He backs her up to the counter, his mouth still doing devastating things, but then abruptly stops, putting up one finger motioning for her to wait.

Quickly he checks the two stalls doors, ensuring that the don’t have an audience and then he goes to lock the door, and all bets are off. He’s back, lifting her onto the white and black marble countertop. Emma’s legs find themself wrapped around his waist, and while there’s nothing wrong about what he’s doing to her, there’s far too many layers between them.

He’s going slow now, more methodical in his motions, and it’s turning into something more than just the quick and fast fuck that she needs, so she spurs him along, reminder herself that this is just one night. Instead she pushes him back, taking him by surprise, and if there’s worry in his eyes that he’s crossed a line, she ignores it, letting her fingers dance over his pants instead, playing with his button and zipper, and blue eyes immediately gets the message, pulling down his pants and boxers in one swift motion, giving her a crooked smile in the process.

She’s pretty sure he understands, this is just sex, and if the bravado he’s shown all night and his avid display in anyway matches his skills set, she’d knows it’s going to be more than enough to tied her over long enough for her to contemplate becoming a nun again.

She’s pulling up the hem of her skirt, shimmying off her underwear when she notices him fumbling with a red foil packet, and she thanks every God there is that he came more prepared than she did. Having that conversation with her doctor and getting tested for everything under the sun wasn’t something she was looking forward to.

Before she even realizes it’s happening, he’s there, lining himself up, but he pauses, looking for some kind of approval in her face before he takes it any further.

“Are you sure, Love?”

She doesn’t answer in words, she’s not even sure if she could, so she hopes that by launching herself into him will be enough of an answer. And it is. He pushes in, giving her just enough time to adjust before he starts moving in all the right ways.

They both take the situation for what it is. Hard and fast, just two ships passing closely in the night. They claim what they need from each other, mouths and tongues twisting, hands roaming the plains of their bodies.

Her peak nearly rips through her at an alarming speed, she must have been more keyed up than she realized, but he isn’t far behind, and neither make anyattemps to muffle the sound of their cries. Slowly he helps her down from the counter, rolling down her dress before pulling up his own pants pants.

It’s a little awkward. Usually he’d roll over in bed and pass out and she’d sneak out of his apartment before he even had the chance to let the blood return to his brain, but they weren’t at either of their places. And while not exchanging names wasn’t a new concept to her, not knowing what to call the man that had just given her the best orgasm of her life left her slightly bereft.

Until she saw a look in those piercing blue eyes that left little room for question that he was hoping for something more.

“That was-”

“ A One time thing.”

He laughs, a deep throaty chuckle that’s almost enough for her to drag him back to her place for another round, but that would have broken the rules. Emma is strictly a one and done woman.

Emma takes a second to look around the room for her underwear, but he spots them first, giving them a twirl around his finger before stuffing them in his right front pocket.

“If it’s really only to be a one time thing, I’ll just keep these as a souvenir to remember you by.”

She wants to protest, but his mouth is back on hers, slower this time, like he’s savoring this last kiss. They break apart and a small part of her aches at the loss, and maybe she’s lonelier than she realized. There’s almost hesitation as she unlocked the door and pulls on the handle, ready to slip back out into the night, just as alone as before.

But then he speaks and it’s over.

“I’ll be in town through next week should you wish to continue what we’ve started.”

She smiles despite herself, he’s cute, and if she wasn’t so broken she might actually take him up on it.

“In your dreams, buddy.”

“Well I’ll be dreaming of you from the Langham Hotel, room 704, if you change your mind.”

The way he uses his tongue to toy with the corner of his mouth is downright wicked, and part of Emma wonders just what other things that tongue could do, but she’s standing firm.

One. Time. Thing.

And she’s out the door, weaving her way down the hall, their rendezvous having caused quite the backlog, but the men waiting clearly don’t seem to mind as they smirk at her walk of shame. Some weird brotherhood where if one of them scores it’s a point for all mankind. Another reason she doesn’t do relationships anymore.

She gives one look around the club for Ruby before heading out the door. She wanted to give her friend a quick goodbye, but there’s no use lingering now. She doesn’t want to be forced to resist the temptation of him.

So instead she hails a cab, telling the driver her address and settling in, feeling just slightly chillier than normal with one less garment to protect her from the nip settling into the air. Her apartment feels cold tonight for some reason, a little bigger and emptier. It’s a stark reminder how why she quit having one night stands. There was also a bit of selfloathing and isolation that always carried home with her. The orphan no one really wanted. The lover that no one ever fought for. Forsaken.

These nights were meant for drinking.

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More then you'll ever know

Din djarin x fem reader

Summary: the reader and din have a hard to get along with relationship, mostly because her teasing and joke cracking nature. But one night din realizes he can't keep pushing his true feelings for reader aside.

Warnings: mild language. Fluff.

Since I said I'd write more for din. I gift you... DIN!!!!

*Not my gifs!*

If you had a coin for every time din wrecked his ship, you'd be a rich woman. He was a good pilot, he could maneuver his way through a canyon and manage to survive, but he was a little reckless. And whenever someone could easily go over that canyon, his mind never seen that ruote and instead takes the hardest path possible. Which is what left you, him, and little Grogu standing outside the razor crest while you chuckle at his pacing, hands on his hips while his visor was focused on the ground.

The planet he crash landed on was a icey cold snow planet, it was freezing out, and the fact the sun was long gone and replaced by the moon didn't help.

"oh c'mon din, I can fix this ship tomorrow morning... A slight delay to tython won't hurt our adventure" you try and reassure him, amusement thick in your voice. This little crash gave you the opportunity to further more tease him and his piloting skills, something he hated. But it was fun seeing him get all defensive over his flying, you'd even say cute.

"we can't stay out here, the ships inoperative. We'll freeze to death out here" he stresses, finally coming to a stop as he looks at you, then his gaze falling on the innocent little child that plays in the snow.

"before you crashed us all the way out here I thought I saw a town that way" you point in the direction where you had thought you seen a town while you spiraled out of control. Thankfully though the ship wasn't damaged to bad and no one was hurt. "we can rent a place to sleep tonight and I'll wake up early in the morning and fix the ship" you shrug while scooping Grogu up and taking his icey little hands in yours and warming them.

Din sighs, something he seemed to do a lot you've noticed ever since you started working for him. Not only did you serve as a mechanic and caretaker for Grogu, but also a skilled medic. It was no secret din loathed droids, sometimes he found himself struggling to patch his own self up when injured greatly, so he hired you to assist him in medical ways instead of seeking help from a med Droid. You helped him greatly in medical and mechanical ways, soon he found the child and you helped in nanny ways.

Din turns around, back facing you now as he looks towards where you said a town was. The sky just barely illuminated by the dim glow of lights from the civilization. Facing you once more now he walks closer through the snow, gloved thump stroking Grogu's cold cheek.

"it will be a long walk... Probably even a days time..." he trailed of in thought, taking his cape off in the process and handing it to you so you can wrap Grogu up. "we'd have to use my jetpack to make it there tonight" he sighed out, watching how you wrap the cape around the little one. Covering up his mouth and ears along with his little body. He was swaddled up snugly.

You grin at din, "you're just looking for an excuse to hold me aren't you Mando?" you tease him, loving how he always stuttered and got nervous. He always retaliated with a harsh comment or the silent treatment, brushing your harmless flirting off.

Oh how you fell hard for the man though, he was something special. He acted like the toughest bounty hunter in the galaxy, he was really, but once you got to know the man under the armor? He was a big sweetheart, a softie who was passionate about little things and protective over the ones he considered friends, the one's he loved. You grew feelings for him one particular night spent on Nevarro, he was meeting with karga, in a cantina. You had joined him of course because you needed a drink, once you was both in there this one man wouldn't leave you alone, flirting, eyeing you like he was a starved man and you was a feast, his hands shortly falling on the small of your back and trailing down lower much to your dismay.

Now you was a good fighter, but before you had the chance to break the man's wrist? Din had done it for you, grabbing the man's hand and twisting it, showing his vibroblade against the man's throat, "touch her again and I'll kill you" was what made the man flee without a word. Wrist broke. He offered you a nod and made you stay by his side. It had made you fall for him hard, the feelings only growing as time went on.

"I could always leave you out here to freeze" din shot back at your earlier comment, he said it more teasingly, a welcome surprise to you.

"like you could do that, I know under all that beskar you have a soft spot for me din" you smile at him innocently, Grogu smiling as if he agrees with you.

"for him maybe" din was blushing hard under the helmet, heart beating rapidly as if he was afraid. Truly he was, he feared that if he let himself love you like he so desperately wanted, you'd leave him, that the galaxy would rip you away from him like every one else he ever loved.

Perhaps that's why he put up the facade he wore good when you flirted with him, acting as if he couldn't stand you, as if he loathed your presence. If only you could see the way his brown eyes sparkle with wonder and longing when he watches you work or play with Grogu.

You scoff with a smile, acting as if his little retort didn't sting a little. "let's get going before we freeze to death then" you say, hating how your heart skips a beat at how close he stood now, shuffling in the snow to jerk you flush against his warm side. The beskar was ice cold though, making you gasp with a shiver.

"hold on to Grogu tightly" he warns, worried you'd drop him. You wrap him up in your right arm, holding him against your chest tightly, little green hands fisting your short tightly as he snuggled up against your chest.

Din wraps a arm around your waist, his other placing a gloved hand over your arm that held Grogu. "are you ready?" he asks, pulling you against him tightly. You felt a little nervous, not to fond of heights. Din noticed and chuckles. "don't worry mesh'la, I won't drop you... Maybe" he teased. Saying the nickname he gave you, you had yet to learn.

Snapping your head towards him with wide eye's you give him a fearful look, "maybe!?" you didn't get a response because he had already taken off, forcing a shriek from you and your arm to hold him tighter. Heart rapidly beating as you closed your eyes shut. You try and ignore how his touch sends a tingling warmth through your whole body, how you wished he'd hold you more....

Grogu squeaks out what sounds to be a laugh, his smile and wide eye's enjoying being high up like this, but once you open your eye's and look down, you knew you'd made a mistake. "oh no, no, no, no" you muttered, burying your face in din's neck.

"don't worry, we're almost at the town, I can see it" din reassures you, although he wanted to tease and poke fun at your silly fear like you do him most time's. He would never do such a thing to you, he hated how your small whimper tumbled from your lips. Soon though, you arrived at the town and he landed, only stumbled a little.

Practically clinging to him you refuse to let go, "are we on the ground?" you murmur, Grogu making a little sad noise upon the adventure in the sky ending.

"yes, you can let go now" he pulls you off of him and backs away. You open your eyes and sigh, happy to be on the ground again. Holding Grogu with both hands now, you walk with din to town.

The place wasn't that big, but it also wasn't small. There was markets, houses and one small place that looked like a cantina. The people all wore heavy duty clothes, prepared for the cold. But you wore a flimsy old t-shirt and cargo pants. You shiver while walking behind din, people giving you looks.

Din finally comes across a large building, entering the building you sigh at the slight warmth it provides. The room was near empty besides a fireplace and two chairs, a large door by the left wall. Behind a counter a older woman worked, Grey hair and aged face. She gives you and din a kind smile.

"hello! Are you looking to rent a room?" she asks. Din leans on the counter and nods.

"two rooms" he spoke with his stoic tone, the modulater making his voice sound deeper, more intimidating.

"I'm afraid there is only one room... We've gotten a lot of traveler's this week" the older woman said, watching how din sighs and his shoulders slump.

Were you really that annoying to be around? You shake the thought away and sigh, looking down at Grogu who let's his gaze flicker across the room curiously.

"I guess we'll take that one then" he huffed while sliding some credits across the table, soon taking the card to enter the room he just bought for the night.

He walks over to the door you spotted earlier and opens it with a swip of the card, leading you to a hallway full of various other doors. Following him he stops in front of a certain one, swiping the card as the whoosh was heard and the door slides open.

He sighs and flips the lights on, stopping instantly. His abrupt stop makes you walk into his back. "owe! You nearly made me fall" you snap and walk beside him, "why did you stop all the su -

"there's only one bed?" he spoke as if someone had just slapped him across the face, you look up and noticed that there was indeed, one bed.

"I can always sleep in the floor" you shrug and set Grogu down, letting him explore the room. He instantly crawls in bed though. "not anything new" you flash him a sarcastic smile. Referring to how din made you sleep in the floor of the crest during your early days of knowing him. Finally though he noticed how stiff and in pain you was and bought you a small cot to keep in the cargo area of the crest.

"I can take the floor, you sleep in the bed" he starts taking his cape from Grogu, tucking him into the large bed fit for almost three people as he folds the fabric up and sits in the floor.

Scoffing you stand before him with a hand on your hip, "like hell I'm letting you sleep in the floor, we can both obviously fit in the bed" you point out, not having a problem with sharing the bed with him. Not one problem at all in fact.

"like hell I'm sleeping beside you" he retorts coldly, his words striking you hard as your face fell. Turning away from him so he doesn't see his words sting, you shrug.

"I for one don't have a problem with sharing a bed, but if you want you're back hurting you tomorrow that's fine by me" you crawl into the bed after kicking your boots off, Grogu fast asleep already. Once under the covers you turn your back toward din.

Why he hated you so much was beyond you, but alas, he hates you.

You try and not let it bother you, but after a few minutes of silence you turn on your side to face him again. He wore his beskar still, it had to be uncomfortable. "do you always sleep in the armor?" you mutter while hoping he wasn't asleep.

"only whenever people are around" he grumbled while his visor falls on you. You knew he refused to show his face, something you always respected, but you hated for him to sleep uncomfortably because you....

"you can take it off din and sleep in the bed... I know how you're back hurts you, you old man" you joke lightly, knowing he was older then you. And although he hated how you always cracked jokes either with him or about him, he knew it was harmless teasing. So.... He sighs and stands up.

"I'm leaving the helmet on" he grunts while slowly taking his beskar off, gently setting it down neatly. You watch with a adoring look, mind to tired to realize you was doing so, but din saw it. The sight of your dazzling eyes practically glued to him making his face flush in a beautiful shade of red. But thank the maker beyond that he wore a helmet to hide it.

"okay but if you ever decide it's uncomfortable to sleep in you can trust me enough to take it off....I'd never look at you without it on y'know" you say while he now stood in his underclothes. A long sleeved black sweater and heavy duty pants. Taking his gloves off your eyes are met with the familiar tanned skin you loved, having seen his abdomen and arms bare before do to attending his wounds countless times. It seemed he wasn't only reckless when flying the razor crest, but aslo fighting a bounty apparently.

Din slowly walks shuffles over to the bed, almost shyly. Waiting for you to scoot to the other side. You do so after scooping Grogu up, being sure not to wake him as you placed him in the middle of the bed, him snuggling up to you in his sleep. Din crawls in bed shortly and makes himself comfortable under the covers, laid out on his back. His head though turns toward you.

"I know I can trust you, you haven't given me reason not to.... I just - I don't want to risk taking it off" he stuttered, you could easily detect he was indeed nervous. But why? You was determined to find out.

"I understand, I'm not pressuring you into taking it off" you giggle, subconsciously stroking Grogu's little hand.

"I know...." he whispers, his visor still on you as you looked at him with soft eye's. "I'm sorry if I've ever been... Harsh with you" he forced the words out, eye's locked on your own, the y/e/c eye's he'd always find himself lost in....

You was speechless, didn't know how to respond to his abrupt apology. It was unexpected, here you thought he hated you, found you to be nothing to him but a medic, mechanic, and caretaker for Grogu. Whereas you saw din as a friend, someone to rely on, someone to talk to whenever need be. Sure you teased him a lot and made some jokes up about little things he does, like being a big softie or cute when he plays with Grogu. You never meant no harm, but din always made it out that way, pushing you away or making harsh remarks whenever you had done so....

Blinking at him you let a soft grin tug at your lips, "you don't have to apologize, I know I'm a little irritating and a pain in the ass to be around" you shrug and look down at Grogu, heart full of love at the sight of his peaceful slumber.

"you're not that bad... Maybe a little bit of a pain in the ass" although he was hidden by the helmet, you could hear the smile in his voice. You chuckle quietly and look back up at him.

"you're something else din..." you whisper do to Grogu shifting around, rolling over towards din. His heart swells at how Grogu laid his little hand on his bicep, a smile on the little one's face as he slept.

"is that a good thing or bad thing?" din spoke just as quiet as you did, modulater making his voice even deeper as he whispers, a husky sound you found yourself hanging onto with a undeniable yearning. How you wish you could hear it without the helmet....

"it's a good thing, definitely a good thing" you smile up at him, the sight enough to make his heart flutter wildy. "you big softie" you murmur, unable to stop yourself from letting the words roll off your tongue.

"I'm not a softie, I'm a bounty hunter" he knew you didn't mean anything bad by the nickname you've given him. But he couldn't help the way it sometimes irked him, why? He didn't know. Because sometimes he saw what you meant when you called him a softie, deep down inside he knew it was slightly true.

"to the galaxy yes, but to him... You're a softie. You spoil him rotten din!" you laugh a little loudly but managed to stifle them. "you treat him as if he's the most fragile, precious cargo to ever be created, you always buy him little things whenever you come back from hunts, and you always let him cuddle you" you grin at him with so much fondness din's heart nearly beats out of his chest with how gorgeous you are, glowing with joy, smile as bright as any star he's ever seen. "you're a softie, no denying it"

"and you are definitely a pain in the ass" he chuckles and shakes his head, visor still looking over at you as he laid on his back. "but even though you can really get on my nerves...i do have a soft spot for you" he confessed, nervous all the sudden as his hands fiddle with the end of his long sleeve shirt.

The smile on your face widens into one of pure happiness, eye's staring at din with love. He knew you was fond of him, and he was quite smitten with you, but he was afraid.... Afraid of losing you, afraid of watching you leave him in more ways then one.

But he was done being afraid, he couldn't live another day without holding you close, staring into those eyes of yours he adores. He wanted to hold you forever, kiss you until his lungs beg him for air, love you for as long as you or the galaxy will let him. Because din djarin was didn't want to spend another day without doing any of these things again.

"I love you" he blurts out, desperately. His voice holding nothing but truth, he sits up in the bed, careful not to wake Grogu as he does so, back pressed against the headboard while he only looks down at you with love. "I - I love you so much...." his voice cracks at the end as he stuttered.

You sit up fast, smile morphing into a more dazed gap, like a fish who was taken out of water. "din... I love you too. I've -

"Im so sorry I pushed you away and would always give you the cold shoulder but dank farrik y/n I can't go another day without saying it.... I love you" he rushed out, cutting your words off.

Tears fill your eye's, ones of joy, happiness. Heart overflowing with love for him. You smile so wide it hurts as you can see how nervous he has become. You gently grab his hand to stop his fidgeting, placing a kiss to each of his fingers. The act sends electricity through his veins, warmth over his whole being as his heart swells at the softness of your lips against his skin.

"I love you din... I always have, ever since you had asked me to work for you, I love you so damn much" you laugh breathlessly, tears threatening to fall.

"you and him" he nods down at Grogu, "are the only things in this galaxy that mean more to me then anyone could ever know...." he muttered, taking his hand out of your own, your eye's widen as you see him place both hands on his helmet, ready to take it off. Upon reflex, you screw your eyes shut, making din feel a wave of affection wash over him knowing you had so much respect for him. "open you're eye's" he said, but it sounded so much more different, much more richer and real.

Reluctantly, you open your eye's. Heart skipping a beat at the sight before you, two brown eye's full of love staring back at you, glossy. His dark hair a mess as his scruffy face was one purely adorable, handsome nose and charming jaw. Maker was din djarin a beautiful, handsome man. You slowly crawl more towards him, sitting in his lap, being sure not to disturb Grogu as you gently trace every detail of his face, starting at the few lines on his forehead, down his gorgeous nose, giggling once you find your fingertips brush against his mustache. He smiles, revealing his dimples. You smile up into his brown eyes and can't resist anymore.

You press a firm but gentle kiss on his lips, soft and warm as you always imagined them to be. Your palms press flush against his cheeks, scruffy little patches of hair tickling them. Din's hand lands on the nape of your neck as his other finds purchase on your hip. His eyes fluttering shut as his nose bumbs against yours. This kiss was perfect, as if it was the seal to your and his fate. You never wanted to live without him by your side. Hesitantly, you pull away from his soft lips, giggling whenever he chases your own.

"you are the most handsome man in the galaxy din" you breathlessly say, his eye's sparkling. It's then you noticed the golden specks, amber swirls amongst the brown of his gorgeous eyes

"I'm not much of a sight cyar'ika" he strokes your cheek with his thumb, so much affection swimming in his eye's. His soft smile bringing out his dimples again, he was truly something special....

"you're more then a sight din... You're more beautiful then anything else in the galaxy" you say, running a hand through his hair, fingers lightly scratching at his scalp. He relaxes with a content sigh.

"you're the beautiful one here" he smiles up at you adorably, your heart fluttering. You lean your forehead on his and grin. "i love you..." he whispers in his husky deep voice you couldn't ever tire of.

"I love you more" you say back while placing a kiss atop his nose. He scrunched his face up and chuckles at you, the sound even more beautiful now that it came out natural. "but we better get sleep since I've got a long day of mechanic work tomorrow, because a certain brown eyed beauty is a reckless flyer" you poke his cheek while crawling out of his lap, crawling back into your spot in the bed.

Din scoffs before scooting closer, his forehead nearly touching yours now as you both placed your hands on Grogu gently. "I'm a good pilot, you have to admit it" he grins at you, loving how you roll your eye's at him.

"I know you're a good pilot, but you're reckless din... No denying it" you kiss his nose again making him sigh dreamily, "I love you're nose..." you yawn, smiling at him afterwards with a sleepy grin.

"I've noticed, if you don't stop kissing it I'm gonna put the helmet back on" he jokes while he yawns himself now, eye's drooping as sleep crept up on him slowly.

"oh, do you want me to stop kissing you?" you say with your usual teasing tone.

"no! I'm not saying that" he instantly said, almost to loud. You laugh at his reaction and shake your head.

"I was joking din... I'd never stop kissing you" you peck his lips, pulling away to quick for his liking. But he watches as your eyes slowly flutter shut, no matter how hard you tried to keep them open.

This was exactly what din wanted, his little family in his arms. He smiles down at Grogu who snores lightly and then looks to you, who slept peacefully now. He was beyond lucky to have both of you, and he'd do whatever it takes to keep you both safe, because he loved you both more then anyone would ever know...

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[thatweeboverthereisthirsty]

OK so I got this idea. S/o (who's this time has to be female) is also an octo mermaid but still from another world. So s/o gets into one of the pools and they discover she's a blanket octopus (if you haven't seen a female blanket octopus they're one of the most beautiful octopus out there with their gradient colors) and they get popular af like everyone is like "wow she's such a beautiful meroctopus" Yada yada. And Azul it's mad. Part 1

Part 2. And both Jade and Floyd notice it and decide to tell s/o who is shocked and sad because they have a HUGE crush so they decided to give him a gift. Since they know he doesn't have a octopus pot they decide to make him one. After months they give it to him and confess and he's shocked and ask for their forgiveness as it isn't their fault. At the end he and s/o cuddle inside of the octo pot in their mer forms.

OMG THIS TOOK ME FOREVER!!!! I probably got this ask before thanksgiving so I am very sorry that it took me this long, HOWEVER, it is the longest oneshot I have ever written so that’s quite an accomplishment. There are photo references that go with this story as well so check those out before you read. 

Warnings: Slight language, insecurities, fluff, very very minor angst, fem!s/o

Word count: 4,710

Azul x Reader: Cuddle Pot

The above images are references for the s/o’s octopus species and the octopus pot. I don’t know who the original artist is for the second so if you know please let me know so I can give credit where due.

   “Wait seriously? You’re a mermaid!” Ace practically shrieks and you giggle. Placing a finger to your lips, you shush him as Deuce slaps the back of your over energetic friend’s head. 

   “Yes. I am a mermaid, but you can’t tell anyone yet.”

   “Why not?” Jack questions. His tail flicks in confusion.

   You sigh and think back to the last time anyone found out about your true form. Most of the people back in your world found merpeople to be odd and cursed. It was considered a disability and a disease. Human society often shunned what they didn’t understand. And that lack of understanding led to fear. 

   A boy in your old school had been your middle school sweetheart for approximately 7 months before you decided to tell him your secret. He had seemed so eager to finally go swimming with you that you had naively believed that it was all going to be fine. However when he stared at your flowey, shimmering form you felt yourself grow worried that he would no longer like you. 

   “Babe,” you started, leaning closer to try and grasp his face with your smooth, webbed fingers. “It’s alright. It’s just my merform. It’s going to-” He quickly slapped your hand away and stumbled back. 

   “F-freak, monster, disgusting. Stay away from me you animal! We’re over you deceiving B*tch!” He quickly ran away from the side of the lake where you had brought him. As dawns lovely lights sprayed your body with pinks, and soft oranges, tears slid down your cheeks and into the water below. He hated you. Oh what a fool you had been to think that he would be different, that he would love you anyway. 

   School had become increasingly difficult after that. Word spread fast and you were quickly isolated by everyone you had called a friend. Eventually you moved to a new place and decided that you would never love again.

   This wasn’t the case however in Twisted Wonderland. You were so pleasantly surprised to find people like you, and they weren’t considered freaks because of it. It had been a shock and you quickly found yourself yearning to tell others about what you truly were. Fear had you back though. At least up until that point.

   “I had a bad experience with someone I cared about back in my home world.” You stated softly. The boys looked at each other and smiled. 

   “Well this isn’t that world. You're good to go here since I can’t imagine anyone judging you for what you look like in this place.” Ace’s words reassured you.

   “He’s right. At NRC it’s highly unlikely that you’ll be bullied because of something like this. But what are you anyway?” Deuce questioned. 

   You giggled and leaned in closer to the 4 people sitting at the lunch table, (5 if you included Grimm, but he already knew). “I’m an octopus.” You said with excitement and slight nervousness.

   “Really? That sounds so cool!” Epel was quiet but excited when he spoke up for the first time since the conversation started. You smiled to yourself and mentally sighed in relief that the people you had next trusted with your secret didn’t view you any differently. 

   “Wait hold the phone. Octopus? Like Azul?” Ace pressed close enough that you could reach across with a napkin and wipe the side of his cheek that had been smeared with BBQ sauce when he scarfed his lunch.

  “Yes and no, Azul is a Common Octopus, which means that he is the standard octopus you mostly see around the ocean or in pictures. Basically what you imagine when someone says Octopus. I’m a different type of octopus, one that is more rare.” You pulled out your phone while talking to bring up an image. You held the phone so everyone at the table could see.

   “This is a female Blanket Octopus. We’re pretty rare but we are also one of the most beautiful kinds.” 

   Everyone went wide eyed and watched the screen as you scrolled through images of your fellow eight legged friends. Epel turned to you and grabbed your shoulder. 

   “You absolutely have to show us your merform.” Ace, Deuce, and Jack all nodded in agreement. You flushed and fiddled with the hem of your shirt. 

   “I don’t know guys. It would be a hassle to find a place where we could do it and I’m not sure I want anyone else seeing me. What if someone shows up and freaks out?” This time it was Jack’s turn to speak when he leaned back before smiling slightly.

   “Not that I care but I personally would show up to support you if you needed it. Besides, the school pool is closed after dark. However I’m pretty sure Ruggie has snatched a copy of every key to every lock in the building.”

   “Of course he has.” Deuce says rolling his eyes. “That hyena couldn’t keep his paws to himself even if his life depended on it.” You giggled but ignored the comment in favor of asking Jack if he could get the key. The wolf nodded and you told everyone to meet you by the pool at 9:30. Your friends nodded in agreement just as the bell rang.

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   The air was humid and warm, it was perfect for a late night swim, although your clothes would likely stick to your body when you changed back. Still you shifted uncomfortably at the idea of getting in the water with what you are wearing. A pair of leggings was slipped on underneath a waterproof skirt. You had a jacket over your bikini top but per usual you were unable to wear bottoms unless you wanted them to tear. You would have to be very careful not to let the skirt go up before you shifted.

   A sigh left your lips and Grimm, sensing your nervousness, rubbed up against your leg in silent comfort. Your friends were unlikely to freak out but it was still nerve wracking to think about exposing your true form to other non-merpeople. Hundreds of scenarios where something went wrong filtered through your head and promised that your anxiety wouldn’t leave anytime soon. 

  “BOO!” Half a shriek pierced the night before a hand clasped over your mouth.  

   “Shishishishishi.” You turned around in surprise and pulled the fingers away from your face.

   “Ruggie! What are you doing here?” You whisper shouted. The hyena snickered again and held up one finger. He made a circular motion and a key ring twirled around in response. 

   “Jack said you needed to get in here. Thought I’d tag along.” The smirk on his face irritated you but you couldn’t be surprised. You should have known that having Jack of all people ask for keys to break into the pool after hours was going to raise some eyebrows. Honestly you should have just asked him to invite Ruggie along anyways. Key or no key the hyena was likely to want to know what was going on. 

   “Alright fine, but if you tell anyone what you saw here today, and I mean anyone, then I will hide your piggy bank from you.” Ruggie’s eyes went wide before they narrowed.

   “You have my word.” You smiled knowing that you had convinced him to keep your secret despite the fact that if he really had told someone you wouldn’t have actually done more than try and punch him. Of all people you knew how precious money was in this world, considering the fact that you had none.

   Footsteps alerted you to the approaching presence of your other friends. You turn

around and find Jack, Epel, Ace and Deuce walking over to you. They wave and Jack frowns when he spots Ruggie.

   “What are you doing here? I thought you already gave me the key.” The hyena snickers and points towards the key Jack was holding. 

   “I gave you the one to the janitors closet, which I’m gonna need back by the way. I wanted to see what was going on for myself so I hung out here till Y/n came over, and then I figured it had to be interesting if she was involved. I didn’t know there was gonna be a crowd though.” He looked at you, “This must be one hell of a surprise if you got all the first years here.”

   Deuce pointed out that Sebek was a first year as well but the hyena shrugged it off saying “he doesn’t count as a student since he’s basically just a guard.” You figured that was Leona’s opinion and Ruggie agreed.

   “Guys it’s already late and I don’t wanna get caught so let's go in already.” Everyone nodded and Ruggie opened the gate. 

   Carefully you unzipped your jacket as you walked over to the bench. The water appeared calm and undisturbed, allowing a clear view of the illuminated bottom which was surprisingly clean considering teenage boys flung about in the water all day.

   You sighed and shrugged the jacket off before stepping out of your shoes. Setting down the bag with your extra clothes you mentally prepared yourself for what was about to happen. 

   Ruggie leaned closer to Jack and whispered something you didn’t catch but Jack’s response of “You’ll see.” was enough to tell you what had happened. Pushing your anxiety out of the way you lowered yourself into the pool, sighing as the cool water licked your skin. Giving yourself a moment to relax you let your worries leak into the water around you. You had always felt better in the water. It’s a merfolk thing.

   “Are you guys positive you won’t freak out?” You called to the edge of the pool where your friends were standing. 

   “Not unless you grow 10 heads.” Ace sniggered until Epel elbowed him. You rolled your eyes and looked suspiciously over to Ruggie who still had no idea what was going on. 

   “No promises.” You sighed, but smiled when Jack nodded at you, signaling that it would be alright. Who were you kidding Ruggie was a hyena man who grew up in the slums. What did he care? Feelings of worry taken care of, you sunk deeper into the water and closed your eyes.

   The feeling that comes with shifting is always a little strange. It’s almost like your skin has been turned to putty and it is remolding itself and when it reaches the desired outcome it snaps back into place and holds like it has been that way the whole time. 

   Once you felt the transformation had completed you righted yourself in the water and peeked an eye open to look at your friends. Ace and Epel had their mouths wide open in a gasp. One that quickly turned into a smile. Jack looked as though he had just witnessed a miracle and Deuce was still in shock. Ruggie’s reaction was by far the most extravagant. His eyes were wide and his mouth was curved into a questioning gape. He had taken several steps back and his ears lay flat on his head. Behind him his tail bristled and stood fairly straight, pushing up the too large shirt. 

   You bit your lip and examined their faces trying to come up with a conclusion to what they were feeling. 

   “That… Is so cool!” Ace blurted out excitedly and ran over to the pool's edge to get a closer look. Deuce and Epel followed him and Jack trotted over as well, but not before snorting at Ruggie. The hyena man looked your form up and down and took in the swirling shades of color that decorated your now sea creature bottom half. He made a small noise before shaking himself and casually patting down the fur on his tail, which was still tense but not as much. 

   “Ok, of all the things I’ve seen. That, I was not expecting.” You giggled at Ruggie’s flustered reaction and felt yourself relax now that you knew pitchforks and torches weren’t coming out. 

   The hyena moved closer to the pool and joined your other friends who were staring at you in awe. You blushed uncontrollably as you felt their gazes roam your colorful body. Decorative markings that spread up to your collarbone changed to a darker shade with your blush.

   “So like can I touch you?” Deuce smacks his hand against Ace’s chest and gives him this look that says “dude you can’t just say that''. You giggle and glide closer to them before lifting your arm which was for the most part pretty human, but had a lavender shade to it and a long silky strip of webbing that shimmered as it moved. The longest tentacle on your body rose out of the water as well and you shivered as the webbing stuck together in an uncomfortable manner. 

   Ace leaned forwards and stroked your arm and tentacle. His eyes were filled with curiosity and wonder. Deuce looked a little more unsure but Epel had no problem reaching out and gently caressing your webbing. Ruggie joined him and Deuce eventually stuck his hand out to stroke your arm, but Jack held back and decided that ultimately he only wanted to look.

   “Wow! This stuff is so soft!” Epel said excitedly. He was generally pretty quiet so you were glad he was comfortable enough to speak out. 

   “It’s so colorful. If we had silks this pretty in the savannah then we’d have lots of money. Say, where could I find more of your kind.” Ruggie’s smirk told you that he was just joking but you glared at him anyways and flicked water his way. 

   The hyena flinched and shook his head before laying his ears back and moving away from the water. Jack and Ace laughed at the antics before Ruggie growled playfully and distracted them from what had happened moments before. 

   It was then that Ace leaned a bit too far forwards and fell straight into the pool. You jumped and swung your tentacles back, instinctively spreading them out to make yourself look bigger. 

   You willed your body to relax as you recovered from the little panic attack and laughed when Ace’s head bobbed to the surface. He sputtered and swam over to the edge and climbed out of the pool. He lay on the concrete and breathed heavily while the boys around him cackled. Ace glared and stood up. 

   “You jerks I’ll show you how you like it.” Deuce shrieked as Ace shoved him into the water. You laughed with everyone else as Deuce came up for air. Sensing a sudden threat of being pushed into the water Ruggie backed up against the gate and watched as Jack pushed Epel in before diving in himself. The five of you giggled and splashed as Ruggie snickered at your antics. 

   You were so glad your new friends didn’t mind your merform. Even better, they really liked it. It felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders as you dived down to swim with your friends. As the five of you splashed and played with Ruggie distracted with your antics, none of you noticed a dark form smirk in the bushes. Nor the click of the camera that he had with him.

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   The next day was a nightmare. Apparently someone had spied on you and your friends and photographed you in your merform. People swarmed you asking you all sorts of questions. It was difficult to just get through the halls. Luckily none of the people who stopped and talked to you had anything unkind to say and the stares you received were more curious than malicious but it was still an uncomfortable situation to be in.

   For the most part people who knew you were pretty considerate about your space and privacy. Cater seemed absolutely thrilled to know that you were an octopus but only asked if you were alright with everything going on, instead of bombarding you with questions. 

   Kalim was a little more enthusiastic about the whole situation. Jamil ended up apologizing for him and pulling him away. Vil and Rook subtly commented on your merforms beauty before moving on. Diasomnia rarely came near you but Lilia gave you a sympathetic smile. Trey offered you a few baked sweets as he sensed that you were overwhelmed and as for everyone else you had yet to see them.

   The person you were most worried about seeing though was Azul. He was an octopus merman like you, yet you had never seen his merform. Unless you counted his overblot the only time you had seen him in full shift was in the picture you had borrowed from the museum. 

   He and the Leech twins will probably have an absolute field day over the fact that you’re also a mertype. You worried what Azul was going to think of you hiding it. Over the past few months you had developed a crush on him. You had a plan to confess and everything, but now that the secret was out you were worried that he wasn’t going to like you for keeping it from him. In truth you planned on telling him first, but figured there was no harm in letting your other friends know. Turns out there was and the whole school knew.

   Trapped in your thoughts, you failed to notice the two approaching twins and bumped into them as you turned around a corner.

   “Hiii~ Shrimpy-chan~!” Floyd’s ever changing mood seemed to pleasant as he greeted you with a smile and not a squeeze. 

   “Hello, Y/n. How are you today?” Jade's gentleman persona greeted you but failed to hide the questions and mischief in his eyes. 

   “Just say it already. I know you two already know.” You sighed and watched their faces light up with excitement. Floyd grabbed your arm and took off, dragging you behind him. “Wait!” Soon the three of you arrived at an empty classroom which you were promptly shoved in before the tweels followed, shutting the door behind them.

   “Y/n, my apologies for Floyd’s exuberant behavior, but we have been meaning to speak with you in private since the most recent exposure of your true nature.” Jade was calm and collected as always when he spoke and gently fixed your crumpled uniform which had been shifted while running. 

   “Shrimpy-chan! We have something to tell you!~” Floyd sing-songed before sitting on a desk.

   “What? Wait what is it? And where’s Azul? Wouldn’t he want to speak with me too? If this is about a deal the answer is no.” You folded your arms in front of you and put distance between yourself and the seemingly respectful brother. The twins looked at eachother and you caught a glimpse of something passing through their eyes before Floyd pouted.

   “Aww, what’s wrong with making deals with us? We promise to be real nice this time and not leave you homeless. You could stay with us at Octavinelle!” You rolled your eyes as Floyd giggled and swung his long legs despite the fact that they could easily reach the floor from his seat. 

   “The truth is, Azul is jealous.”

   “What!” You turned and exclaimed at Jade’s statement. The tall mage nodded and continued with a strange look on his face like he wasn’t bothered by this at all. 

   “You are far more beautiful than him in your merform and he is bothered by it. Everyone has always shunned him for his octopus body and now you present yourself as one and everyone goes wild with excitement over your gorgeousness. Something he believes to never have possessed.” 

   You were stunned. Azul was jealous of you. He was upset because you were more beautiful than him. No. You wanted him to love you, not be bothered by you. Why hadn’t you thought of Azul’s insecurities. He just wanted to be an attractive merman and here you were, the same mertype as him and you were advertising your beauty to the world where he had to hide his away due to the fact that he was insecure. 

   Not bothering to say a word you quickly left the room and raced down the hall. You needed to fix this as soon as possible. Otherwise Azul might not like you ever again. Two pairs of mismatched eyes watched your retreat and shone with anticipation. 

   “How long do you think it will take?”

   “Not long Floyd. Luckily she was already prepared before we released the picture.”

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   Azul was so over this whole thing. He had rewatched the video and looked at the pictures about 20 times. You were so gorgeous and graceful in your merform; it just made him frustrated that he couldn have been admired for his tentacles. They were simple and slimy so most people hated them yet you were swathed in colorful silks that attracted every creature in the ocean. While most would swim by him or threaten to eat him, any sea animal that came across you would be hypnotised by your beauty. 

   The worst thing about you being an octopus is that it gave him one more reason to tell himself that you will never love him. He was so drab and you were well amazing. Of all the creatures in the sea you had to be a blanket octopus. If you had been a simple mermaid or even better a common octopus like him then surely he would have a chance with you at least. 

   A sudden knock on the door startled the mage and he stood quickly to make sure he looked alright before answering the door. You stood anxiously as he opened the door and grabbed his wrist before he had the chance to shut it. Surprisingly, Azul offered no resistance as you dragged him to the entrance of the aquarium. 

   Octavinelle’s aquarium had two sections, one was for regular fish and the other sea creatures that were on display from the mostro lounge. The other was for the residents. Any and all merfolk could use the aquarium if they felt homesick or separated from their true forms. This was where you chose to place the gift you had made. 

   Coming to a stop you turned and looked at Azul. He looked confused and excited at the same time. You took this as a good sign. 

   “Azul. Will you swim with me?” The merman’s eyes widened and he stood there processing your request for nearly a minute before responding.

   “Sure.”

   Giddy with glee you quickly leapt into the water and shed your clothes before transforming. Rising to the surface you looked up at him from just underneath the surface and he peered back at you.

   Strange. He thought for sure he would feel angry again when he saw you but the darling flush on your face and how you were genuinely happy to swim with him gave him another feeling all together. It bubbled inside of him and made him blush as he slowly lowered himself into the cool water beside you. 

   It had been a while since Azul had consciously shifted so he was a bit worried that he would do it too fast or slow and something would go wrong. Fortunately he was able to shift without incident. Once shifted he suddenly felt very self conscious. As a common octopus he was far more simple and plain compared to your swirling and colorful body. 

   You didn’t seem to mind however as you twirled and circled around Azul excitedly.

   “Come on I have something to show you.” Azul frowned in confusion but followed you regardless. You led him to a sort of grove area that he had never seen before. It was very well hidden but gorgeous as well. 

   You looked back at him excitedly and pushed through the sea vines to an open area where a ray of sunlight fell across and illuminated the gift you had spent months on. Azul’s jaw dropped when he laid eyes on the octopus pot that sat in the middle of the small room. 

   The base was grey and made of some type of stone. Around it sat lavender pillars and corals that surrounded the base except for the entrance. The round opening was smoothed and carved in a delicate design that resembled sea coral. Behind it sat a dark velvet cloth that was tied back with a golden rope.Azul assumed that was to block the entrance or allow for privacy. 

   The inside was decorated with lavish pillows in all sorts of cool shades. They were illuminated by a small yet classy lamp that hung off to the side. The outside of the pot was for the most part smooth and grey with a few purple undertones, but off to one side there sat a carving that resembled the waves and water foam, on top off which held a large pearl that glinted in the sunlight. On the other side a darker grey octopus clung to the top portion of the pot and spread its tentacles out in an elegant manner. Azul took note that the few that rose off the pot appeared to be for hanging things and one looked suspiciously like it was meant to support a staff. 

   You floated in place for what felt like hours as you waited for Azul to react. You reminded yourself to stay patient as he might not respond to it immediately. When he finally did react he did so without words. He simply pointed to himself and raised his eyebrows. You nodded excitedly before bowing your head bashfully. 

   “I’m so sorry that I upset you Azul. I never meant for it to get out in the first place. I was actually planning on telling you first and then giving this octopus pot to you since I know you don’t have one. Then things got messed up and everything and I’m so sorry. I think you’re beautiful in your merform and I hope you’ll accept my apology.” Your face burned when you spoke and you swished your tentacles nervously.

   “What?” You looked up when Azul spoke and saw confusion on his face. “I’m not upset at you. It’s not your fault you’re beautiful. Besides I could never be upset at you, octopus or not. I was distraught because I thought you were so amazing and I’m so plain and that there was no chance that you’d like me back.” You gasped and watched as his face slowly turned pink. 

   He dove into the pot and curled up, mentally berating himself for letting that slip. Shocked you glided over to the entrance of the pot and leaned your head in.

   “Azul. Do you mean that? Do you really like me?” He didn’t respond, you took a deep breath and admitted your own feelings. “Well I like you so…” His head snapped up and he let his expression grow into an ecstatic smile before coughing into his fist and composing himself.

   “Well in that case, do you want to come in and lay with me?” Azul ignored the fact that his face felt like it was on fire and waited as you giggled and moved in beside him. 

   “I’d love to. What do you think of the pot?” The merman smiled gently at you and spoke as he curled his tentacles around you and yours, him. 

   “It’s exquisite. I couldn’t love it more. Where did you get it?” 

   “I made it.” You muttered and flushed at the surprised and impressed look on his face. He shifted closer to you and gripped your hand with his. 

   “You did an excellent job. Thank you.” Your fingers intertwined with his and you pressed your forehead against his. 

   “I love you Azul.” You mumbled sleepily.

   “I love you Y/n.” He spoke before shutting his eyes and enjoying the warmth that spread through the pot. You’re silky webbing fell across the two of you like a blanket and after a stressful morning Azul allowed himself to slip into a comfortable sleep.

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   Two pairs of heterochromatic eyes watched the two octopus merpeople sleep soundly inside the pot and smirked with wicked teeth. 

   “How did you know she was an octopus as well?”

   “Floyd, surely you must have noticed. They both smell like takoyaki.” The eels laughed and quietly zipped away, leaving the octopus pot behind.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: A Hoarding Problem.

Pairing: Pro-Hero!Yandere!Touya/Reader (Boku No Hero Academia).

Word Count: 2.5k

Synopsis: Todoroki Touya has a problem, and he’s not sure he wants to fix it.

TW: Hero AU, Minor Spoilers, Kidnapping, Mutual Extortion, Emotional Manipulation, Slight Gaslighting, Bondage, Implied Infantilization, Mention of Sedatives (No Actual Use), and Themes of Poverty. 

Todoroki Touya had a problem.

He had a lot of problems, technically. His secretary always managed to schedule the most important meetings at the least convenient times, his coffee never seemed hot enough but always burnt his tongue, and despite his fame and wealth and strange, cult-like popularity, the only thing journalists ever seemed to want to talk about was his father, why Touya didn’t inherit the ‘Endeavour’ title, how long it’d take him to live up to all those stacking, swelling expectations. He had a lot of problems, dozens, hundreds. He had a lot. Everyone did, but Touya didn’t have to deal with everyone else’s.

He just had to deal with you.

You were one of those concentrated types, your smile always a little too personal and your stare always a little too intense, like you were trying to see how much his organs would go for on the black-market before you bothered to cut him open. You were put together, too, and if he hadn’t taken the liberty of following you home so many times, he never would’ve guessed you were staying at some cheap, back-alley motel, the kind meant for people who just wanted to be anywhere but the place they used to be. A run-away, he’d guessed, at first, but you were too old for that, and you were too good at pretending you weren’t living out of the suitcase Touya was starting to get tired of rummaging through. Maybe you were a petty criminal, a villain too minor to be on his radar - he didn’t know, and he really wasn’t interested in finding out. All that mattered to him was that he’d met you, decided he liked you, and hadn’t been able to think about much else since. It was an issue, really, and it was starting to get in the way of his work. It was starting to get in the way of everything.

But, he’d had this kind of problem before. He knew what to do. He knew how to handle it.

You seemed to want to be handled, too.

You were laughing, again, but he wasn’t really sure why. It might’ve been something he said, your own little joke, but he didn’t mind the sound, all bells and wind chimes and a practiced ease that threatened to divert his focus, as he tried to keep his eyes on the road. You were slumped in the passenger seat, and if he checked, he was sure you’d be looking out the window, counting turns, memorizing street names, doing what little you could to track the convoluted, darkened route he’d been sure to plan out days ago. You’d come willingly, but you wanted to make sure you’d be able to find your way back without his help. For his own sake, Touya pretended you were just being cautious. 

“I didn’t expect a Hero to live so far from the city.” Your voice was just as light, just a notch more confident than it had been at the convenience store you both frequented, the one you’d been working at when he stumbled in, closer to sunrise than sunset and ready to fall in love with the first person who smiled at him. The job hadn’t lasted, but Touya couldn’t think of a reason to mourn the loss. You wouldn’t have been desperate enough to take him up on his offer, if you still had a steady income. “Didn’t mark you down as one of those ‘cabin in the woods’ types, either. I’m not going to find, like, a box of dismembered body parts or anything, right?” 

“Obviously,” He scoffed, his tone just playful enough to be disarming. “I try to keep my victims in one piece. Hackjobs aren’t as satisfying as you’d think.”

That earned a jab to his side, an offended ‘my hackjob would be’, but you lost interest in the exchange as soon as he reached the driveway, coming to a stop in front of that sprawling, climbing villa, three stories of concrete and glass, a stark contrast from the forest that surrounded it. You took a moment to take it in, scanning over the building, a predator evaluating its docile prey. When you turned towards Touya, your smile was just a little wider, your expression just a little brighter. “I really can’t thank you enough,” You went on, your tone so sentimental, Touya could almost ignore the hollowness behind it. “You sure you’re alright with this? My last place fell through, but I’m sure I’ll be able to find somewhere else to--”

“Don’t worry about that. All this is curtesy of the Hero Commission, and they don’t keep track of who comes ang goes.” Touya didn’t wait for you to finish, he didn’t have to, even if he did let himself enjoy your faux-gratitude as he undid his seatbelt. “Besides, it’s my job, right? I wouldn't want to find out you went and got yourself hurt because I couldn’t be bothered to clean out my guest room.” There was a slight pause, a short hesitation. You flinched when he raised his hand, but you didn’t pull away as he cupped your cheek, only learning into his warm palm. “Besides, I can’t say I’d mind a little company, all alone out here.”

In his defense, he wasn’t going to kiss you. Really, he wasn’t that mean, but he didn’t have a chance to refuse, not before your lips were on his, your hands in his hair, all sudden passion and over-eager excitement. He was stunned, at first, but Touya recovered quickly. Biting back a smirk, he leaned into the gesture, slinging an arm around your hip, tilting your head back and doing whatever he could to bring you close, to keep you close, just like he’d been dying to for months, now. He could feel you stifle a laugh, moving to pull away, but Touya only drifted to your neck, nipping at the edge of your jaw before he found your jugular, aiming for the sensitive area just above it. You only chuckled, blunt nails running over his scalp. “And I thought I was the needy one,” You chided, half-hearted pushing at his chest. “It’s cold out here, Todoroki. At least take me inside first.” 

Right. Of course. He got carried away.

He almost forgot why you were actually here.

He didn’t let you go. He didn’t want to, so he didn’t bother trying, pulling you over the center console in one swift motion, leaving you in his lap, his face buried in the crook of your shoulder and an arm under your thighs, supporting your weight as he jerkily kicked open the door, letting you duck your head and giggle, always giggling, always trying to pretend to be meek and harmless and innocent. He wondered if you’d stop, eventually, if you’d drop the act once he decided both of you should show your true colors. He’d be lying if he said he hated the idea of choking it out of you. 

The front door wasn’t locked. He didn’t bother, not with his profession, not when he knew he’d be coming home with you, tonight. If you noticed, you didn’t seem to mind, focusing on locking your ankles behind his back, on swallowing down that small, pained groan as he slammed your back into the nearest wall of his darkened villa just a little too hard, pretending not to notice as your smile wavered in the minimal light. “I don’t think this counts as protecting the--” 

You were cut off by a loud thud, metallic and hollow, like someone hitting drywall with a baseball bat. You paused, for a second, your gaze flickering to the space behind him, but he was quick to kiss your cheek, to bring your attention back to where it should be, on him. “‘s just my roommate,” He mumbled, hoping you’d be too used to the excuse to linger on it. “Don’t pay it too much mind. He’s probably just fucking around.” 

This time, your smile dropped completely. “The Hero Commission... lets you have a roommate?” 

He caught his mistake a second too late. He opened his mouth, ready to explain, but another noise interrupted him, a rattling this time, followed by another deafening, irritating thud. He grit his teeth, but you only stiffened, your next shove to his chest a little more insistent than the last. “He might be hurt,” You started, the concern in your voice more genuine than it’d been all night. “We should check on him, that sounds--” 

“It’ll be fine.” He spoke a little too quickly, a little too aggressively. Instantly, your eyes widened, your entire body going tense against his, and Touya had to fight not to lose his composure completely. It was too soon. It was too early. He wanted to be sweet. He didn’t want to be mean, not with you. “Just ignore it, sweetheart, it’s not important. You’re here for me, right? The brat shouldn’t--” 

It was a slip-up. A petname so common, he hardly noticed he’d said it until you were scrambling, writhing, digging your nails into his biceps deep enough to break the skin, forcing him to let you go out reflex alone. You barely managed to catch yourself, but you stayed on your feet, shoving past Touya while he was still hissing out curses, clutching at bleeding wounds and broken scars. There was another thud, and you moved to sprint in the direction it’d come from, but he was a Hero, he was trained for this. You were on the ground before you could take a step, Touya straddling your stomach, his hands around your neck. He didn’t squeeze, though, he didn’t want to strangle you. He was going to be patient. This was going to be different. “Just behave,” He growled, fighting to hold onto the last threads of his restraint. “It’s not important. I’m important, and that’s all you have to care about. That’s all you’re ever going to care about, from now on.”

You didn’t hesitate. As soon as he finished, you were jerking forward, your forehead colliding with his and forcing a ragged scream from both of you. He’d give you credit for that. Villains and Heroes fought with quirks, specialized weapons, tactics and strategies and purpose. This was blunt. This was thoughtless. It was impulsive, and it was stupid, and it worked, letting you push him away as he recoiled, suddenly too focused on his pounding skull to care about what you might find. It wouldn’t matter, anyway. None of your little tantrums would.

He’d find you, eventually. After that, the results would be the same.

That might’ve been why Touya took his time, pushing himself to his feet slowly, following the sound of your footsteps before they abruptly stopped. He tried not to be bothered by it, even if there was a familiar pang of anxiety when he saw you, your mouth agape and your body slack, leaning against a door that should not be open. He might’ve walked a little faster, out of habit, but if you noticed him, you were too distracted to care. He couldn’t blame you. Not when he knew what you were looking at. 

He got a little carried away, with the girls’ room. Pale pink paint coated on every surface, fairy-lights strung along the ceiling, and a white, circular rug, fluffy and stainless and just small enough to stop before it reached the three cots, settled along each of the walls, each with its own frilly sheets and plush mattress and bare, metallic frame, something Touya might’ve considered swapping out if their opponents were a little more grateful. Two were empty, the first a spare if he needed room for a future ‘guest’ and the second a reminder to check on the bitch in his basement, and the third was on its side. That was what you were focusing on, what he couldn’t seem to pull you away from as he slotted himself against your back, wrapping an arm loosely around your waist. 

That, and the girl sitting in front of it, a ball-gag stuffed in her mouth and a collar around her neck, thick and leathery and attached to a chain, keeping her tethered to the nearest wall. There were a few noticeable dents in the plaster around her bracket, but Touya had better things to worry about. 

There was a garbled scream, something that might’ve been a warning, but Touya silenced her off with a glare sharp enough cut glass. “Shut it,” He barked, all pretense of patience gone. “Shut up, or you’re going to spend the next week in a muzzle. I’ll deal with you later.”

“You kidnapped her.” At least you waited your turn, even if the delay did little too soften the disgust in your voice. “You’re a monster. You’re supposed to be--” 

“A hero?” You tried to shove him away, to pry him off of you, but he only tightened his grip. “And you’re supposed to be an innocent civilian, aren’t you? Something soft and appreciative I can feel good about helping, fuck, and forget about the next day, right?” 

“Don’t try to--” 

“Where do you keep the bottle, sweetheart?” Now, it was your turn to go tense, to know he saw something he shouldn’t have seen. “Don’t lie to me. It won’t be pretty, if we start off this relationship on a bad foot.” 

You hesitated, for a moment. He saw your swallow, watched your eyes dart towards anything that could’ve been considered a weapon, but his fingers slipped under your shirt and you bowed your head, giving in at the slightest threat of something worse. He liked that about you. Such a simple thing, too afraid of pain to take the risk. “My jacket. There are pockets on the inside - it’s on the right.” 

He’d give you credit. It looked realistic, if nothing else, a translucent orange bottle with a white lid, the label scratched off in a way that could’ve been mistaken for nervous fidgeting, if Touya didn’t know better. With one hand, he popped off the lid, barely glancing at the unmarked pills inside before letting out a pleased hum. 

Sedatives. Not lethal, but effective. The type you could get from any low-ranking Villain with a surplus supply and a greater need for clients than most. 

The type that could be slipped into wine glasses, mixed into water. The type that’d keep your trusting, unsuspecting host nice and unconscious while you helped yourself to anything that wasn’t nailed down. While you robbed him blind, stowed yourself away in another cheap motel room two towns over, and scouted for the next poor guy who’d be too embarrassed to say anything.

Touya couldn’t help himself. He laughed, loudly and shamelessly, watching as you withered, glaring at the tiled floor. He couldn’t tell if it was fear of loathing, half-suspended terror or that deep, ingrained hatred any good predator should feel when it’s caught in a trap, but your voice couldn’t have made it more clear. “What’s your plan?” You spat, all humiliation, all spirited, adorable anger. His grin widened, the lasting tension in his shoulders dissolving, but if you noticed how much he enjoyed your little show, you didn’t bother trying to keep your mouth shut. “Arrest me? Hand me over to the police and let me tell them all about your creepy, fucked-up dollhouse?” You never looked up. You never so much as tried to meet his eyes, let alone glance at the ‘victim’ you’d been so intent on saving a few minutes ago. “Let me go. You don’t have another choice, unless you’re willing to get your hands dirty.” 

“Oh, don’t worry about that, I’m not gonna kill you.” It wasn’t a lie, but you didn’t seem to believe him, going rigid as his lips brushed against the nape of your neck. It was a fleeting gesture, but he didn’t let himself linger. He’d have plenty of time for that once he got you used to your new role, under his care. Once you got used to him. “I’m not gonna hand you over, either. That’d just be a waste.”

He might’ve been a little mean, after all. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t have given you so much time to answer, so much time to tremble. At least you didn’t try to get away, this time. You were already learning. “I… I don’t--” 

“I’m going to take care of you, angel. Just like I’m taking care of her.”

There was a moment of stillness, a small, ragged sob, but Touya couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty. He couldn’t bring himself to feel anything but satisfied. 

Because Todoroki Touya had a problem. Because he was awful and hungry and greedy, and he had a problem.

And he wasn’t sure he wanted to fix it.

[dovenymph]

a film by peter parker

authors note: this was inspired by another thinkerpete tweet that read "peter probably watches the bit from "a film by peter parker" where he's in the car with tony over and over when he misses him" and@peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology’s summer of love prompt list💛💛 also the video edit was made by me so please do not screen record/save and repost it even if you do credit me (also this is unedited so sorry for any typos, i’ll probably go through it sometime this week, i just wanted to post it first)

prompts used: 2. making the backyard/rooftop into a movie theater

my masterlist

warnings: mentions of tony’s death, other than that, nothing but fluff

word count: 3.9k

Peter hated the summer.

Peter hated not having anything to busy himself with; no homework, or academic decathlon, or seeing Ned everyday who could wrap him up in his graphic novel fan theories or the drama in his on and off relationship with Betty. It was petty drama and minor stimulation, but it was something to distract him momentarily. But now Ned was in Aruba with his parents for the entire month which meant Peter had to suffer through the scorching heat of Juy all by himself.

Peter knew he didn’t have to be alone each day, -Aunt May had spent many dinners trying to get him to join her at the movies or the mall, even offering to let him have free reign of the lego store (when he said no to that, she knew he was in worse shape than she thought)- he had a handful of trustworthy and dependable friends he could hang out with for the afternoon like MJ and Betty, or even Flash who had been uncharacteristically nice to Peter ever since he found out he was Spiderman; this having happened only a few weeks after Tony had died and Peter had let him in on his secret to console a sobbing Eugene who, honestly, seemed to be more broken up about the news than Peter was. But even with his expanding friend group, Peter had found the most his body could endure was the contents of his bedroom.

He tried to get back out there after Tony’s passing, he really did, but at the first Iron Man tribute he admired on patrol, his body completely shut down and he swung back home, tears dampening the material of the mask.

So a lonely summer was what Peter submitted himself too, and he’s come to terms with it. He’s rewatched his favorite old shows, started binging some new ones. He’s taken apart and put together his lego death star four times now, each time faster than the last. But he’s been particularly fond of staring out the window. His apartment complex was quite close to the building besides his and he could look down into the backyard everyone had to share. Peter’s building had one as well, but since he was pretty sure he was the only person under 35 who lived there, it went unused.

Next door, there was always a different activity occurring in order for the patrons to beat the heat, and Peter often thought about how easy it would be for him to just go downstairs and introduce himself, and ask to join. It’d really be as simple as that and he’d meet some new people, get a free lunch and a chance to swim in the plastic pool they set up; maybe they’d laugh at his jokes and clap when he did flips, but it was all just a maybe, just in his imagination because his brain never let him wander to far before squandering the idea of getting close to someone again, for if history has taught Peter anything, it's that anything he gets close to, is not meant to stay for long and will be soon snatched away from him in the cruelest of ways.

And this thought is what resigns him to slink back behind his window and pout the day away, as he was doing now, vision blurring as he stared at nothing.

“Hey!”

Peter jumped, his eyes focusing on the target of whoever pelted his window and they landed on your form, slumped against your open windowsill, chin resting on your hand as you gazed back at him.

“Can I help you?” Peter bit back after lifting his window half way, his tone unconsciously laced with annoyance. He really didn’t even notice it anymore since that’s how he’s been speaking to everyone in his life for months now, but when you flinched at his tone, guilt started to creep up his spine.

Before he could ever begin to stumble out an apology, you cut him off “Yeah, is there a reason you stare into my room everyday?”

Peter's face flushed red and he opened and closed his mouth like a fish. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had spoken so bluntly towards him, and honestly, he liked it. He was getting tired of everyone walking on tiptoes around him, he just wanted things to go back to how they were, where he was just Peter Parker, your friendly neighborhood student.

“Or could you at least give me some money for some curtains if you just can’t give up the beautiful view of a concrete wall?”

“S-sorry, I- I didn’t even know you were there.”

Lie.

Peter knew you were there, he always knew when you were there.

Peter Parker isn’t a stalker, though! Sure, he’s gone through some fucked up shit on Earth and in space, so yeah, he wouldn’t call himself the most …sane person he knows, but he really wasn’t a creep. With your buildings being so close and your rooms directly across from one anothers, he was bound to notice you at some point.

And at some point he did. It was the first day of summer and Midtown let out at 12 instead of 3 to mark the occasion, so Peter had been mulling about in his room for quite some time already, thinking about how he heard all his classmates amazing summer plans and how the farthest he was going to go was probably the Thai restaurant down the street, and even that was a maybe. Peter sulked in silence until a couple hours later he heard a door slam closed, thumps from things being tossed on the ground, and a loud groan as he peeked through his windowsill at you who was currently flopped on the bed, window wide open without a care, scrolling on your phone.

At first, he was taken aback by your beauty, a small, small feeling of intrigue spiked his system, but it flew under the radar due to the seemingly everlasting dread that’s been weighing down on Peter's shoulders for months. But he couldn’t look away. You’d been doing nothing but looking at tiktoks mindlessly, occasionally cracking a half smile if a video was particularly amusing, but you still remained cemented to your mattress with no plans on moving anytime soon.

This brought comfort to Peter as he fished his phone out from the bottom of his bag and pulled up Ned’s messages and started to look through the media he sent him, almost two months worth of funny memes and videos that he hadn’t been bothered to look at, and he sat there along with you, aimlessly letting the time pass by. He enjoyed it, knowing he wasn’t really alone in his lazy and distracting behaviors because the pretty neighbor girl was doing just the same.

Ever since then, he’s just been …aware… of your coming and goings. He figured you had a summer job as every other day you were gone for a few hours, a solid shift. But on the days you were home, you also spent it mainly up in your room, every now and then, playing music from your record player, and if he was really lucky, you’d, unknowingly, give him a private concert as you sung out whichever niall horan or ariana grande song struck your fancy that day. He grew quite fond of the music, having added some of the regulars to his own playlist. And he enjoyed knowing you were right there, and he was right here; each of you living your lives, as uneventful as they may be, but you were together in some sort of way.

He’d never spoken to you, the ability of being able to just push his window up and call out to you at any time was what he liked, and each day he thought he’d do it but chickened out, and now it seemed like he’d have to make introductions whether he was ready or not.

“Mmm, right, so you haven’t seen me change or anything like that?” You asked and the content of your question and the inquisitive tone brought a flush to his cheeks.

“N-no! Of course not! I-I’d never do that, why would I even want to look at you? I mean! I don’t think you’re ugly or anything I… I just…”

Peter’s ramblings were cut off with your laugh as it bounced off the summer air and into his room. You were fully leaning out your open window now, and Peter had found himself in the same position, as if he was drawn to you.

“I was only joking with ya, but it's still nice to have the confirmation. I’m Y/N, your neighbor! Obviously.” You trailed off at the end, knowing that information was unnecessary since the boy next door obviously already knew that.

He was like no boy you’d ever seen before, only read about in books. He had a sweet disposition and inviting brown eyes that matched his soft chestnut hair. But he was built like a man, a strong jaw and strong arms. You’d seen him leaving his building everyday on your way to school, and when he’d get dropped off in a big black SUV during the late hours of the night, but he walked in the opposite direction or darted inside so fast,you never really got a chance to take him in.

“…Peter?” His tentative tone snapped you out of your daze and you realized he was introducing himself.

“Sorry, Peter! I- I… got distracted… by your… death star!” You let out, eyes focusing on the black and grey figure resting on his bed.

Peter felt his cheeks heat up as he moved to push it to the ground.

“That’s pretty cool! I finished the star wars series last summer.”

Peter’s eyes snapped up to yours and the friendly smile you were giving him along with the genuine interest in your tone seemed to break something inside him, snapped the band of hesitation that wrapped around his heart. “You did? For the first time?”

“Yeah! I know I’m like super late, but there’s like nine movies!”

Your laughs melded into one as you leaned out your respective windows and began talking about your favorite movie series. Peter was aware that this was unnatural for him. He had been more open to this stranger in the past few minutes than he had to his own Aunt in months and the same guilt from earlier crept up on him. But Peter was having a good time talking to you and he felt his insides turn in excitement when he realized you really had no idea who he was. He had a clean slate with you and he could make any first impression he wanted, well he hoped your first impression of him wasn’t that he was a peeping pervert, but we move, as MJ would say.

You were about to start telling Peter about this new dystopian novel you began reading when you heard a woman call out to him.

“Oh, that’s my Aunt May. She must be home from work. I- I should go say hello.” He explained, a sad look crossing his face that you didn’t quite understand.

You felt your own sadness wash over you, though. You didn’t want to stop talking to Peter either. “Yeah, of course!”

“But we can talk tomorrow right?” Peter asked, his tone laced with uncertainty.

“Oh well, I work double tomorrow… so I probably won’t be home ‘til late.” You said and the way the brown haired boys face visibly fell felt like a punch in the gut and you were scrambling for a reason to make him smile.

“B-but hey! I also get paid tomorrow so if you want, you can come over on saturday and we can have a movie night and we can order a shit ton of take out?”

“Come over to your place?” Peter asked, and he felt himsef involuntarily tense at the idea of leaving his room for the first time in weeks. It was safe in his room. But the pleading look on your face and hopefulness in your tone encouraged him to take the chance.

“I’d love to y/n.” Peter said with a soft smile and you smiled back shyly at him before closing your window and making your way out your room, making sure you were safe in the hall, away from his prying eyes to do a little happy dance.

Peter was unable to wipe the grin off his face as he walked out his room to greet his Aunt.

She heard his feet padding down the hall as she was setting out dinner, “Sorry its not ready yet, Petey, today’s been crazy, but I’ll get started now.” She rushed. Recently, she’s been hoping food’s the key to lift her poor nephews spirits, so each night she’ll either order or make something more fattening, cheesy, and delicious than the last.

“It’s alright May,” Peter let out easily as he turned the counter and placed a kiss on her cheek, “why don’t you let me cook tonight?”

May’s jaw dropped and she blinked a couple times. She could barely get two words out of Peter recently, and they were always either a meak thank you for dinner or an it was good when she asked about his day. She felt her eyes tear up at the slight sliver of her old Petey back.

“O-oh, really, you wanna cook?”

Peter ducked his head down at the ingredients in front of him to avoid looking in her eyes, his heart dropping at the glossiness that overtook them. He truly hadn’t realized how closed off he’d been. “Well, how about we do it together?” He began and the face splitting grin that spread across May’s face was all he needed to know he was taking a step in the right direction.

“G-good idea, honey. Can’t have the house burn down, can we?”

“Hey!”

May laughed and kissed Peter’s head as they began winding through the kitchen, making casual conversation. It was just like the old days, May thought. Before the wave of devastation drowned Peter as he lost a father figure, once again.

“So what did you do today, P? Do you know when Ned get’s back? I’m sure you’re both excited to see each other.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I am. I don’t know when he get’s back actually, but that’s okay-“

“I know you like your peace and quiet, I really do, but I do think it’ll be good for you to get out of the apartment for a little bit, see if Michelle is available. Oh! Or maybe that Lisa, Liz! I liked Liz, see if she’s available-“

“May! Its okay. I don’t need to hang out with Liz Allen,” Peter grumbled, “I- I made a new friend actually.”

May looked over at Peter in confusion since he hadn’t gone out or had anyone over in weeks, that she could remember; and Peter took her silence as an opportunity to continue.

“The neighbor.”

“Mrs. Wozniak?”

“No! Y/n, she lives in the next building over. And my room is right across from hers. We’re gonna hang out on saturday.”

“Oh?” May raised her brows at her nephew and bit back a smile, much to Peter’s chagrin. “Is she pretty?”

“And that’s relevant why?”

“I don’t know!!” May drawled and Peter just rolled his eyes and kept chopping the vegetables in front of him, the blush adorning his cheeks refusing to go down as he thought yes, yes she is.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

You yanked the door open as soon as you heard Peter’s knocks against it. He jumped back a bit, his arm still partially raised from when he knocked and you silently berated yourself for being so eager, but the spreading smile across his face made you feel not so bad.

“Oh, sorry, I was just-“

“It’s alright.” Peter replied with a soft smile, and you let yourself trace the golden flecks in his eyes before he cleared his throat, once again, snapping you out of a daze. You seemed to be in a dreamy state around him alot.

“Can I come in? I brought my Star Wars DVD collection by the way, I know you’ve seen them, but this one has the director's cut which I thought totally changed the course of the first trilogy!” Peter explained, rocking on the balls of his feet in excitement.

You bit your lip at the sight, his cuteness was rubbing off on you. “Yeah, that sounds great, but actually we aren’t gonna be watching in here.” You said, grabbing the bag of Chinese food and snacks and stepping out.

Peter’s face sputtered as you both walked to the stairs. He’d spent all day building up his courage to just go six feet from his building, there was no way he’d be able to go around the city with you for the fear of seeing something that’ll remind him of the avengers or crime.

“Y’alright?” You asked, noticing Peter’s stony silence as you walked down the last flight and made your way to the back gate.

“Yeah, sorry, I guess I’m just nervous. I haven’t really hung out with anyone new in a while, well, with anyone at all really.”

You smiled in sympathy, “I get you, I haven’t either. All my friends are out of town, so I’ve mostly just hung out in my room, too.”

“But you already knew that, don’t ya stalker?”

Peter rolled his eyes and shoved your arm as you laughed, glad you got his nerves out of his system. You unlocked the gate and lef Peter to the back garden.

“Woah..” Peter let out. There was a large white sheet hung up between two trees, and a projector set up on the table behind where a blanket lay, covered in a mess of pillows. The setting sun lit up by strung lightbulbs.

“You like? I figured since we both seemed to be home bodies, we could have the fun of the movie theatre, but here!”

Peter felt his heart swell at your words. You’d only known him for two days, and you already treated him with so much consideration and kindness. “I- I love it, y/n. This is amazing.”

He saw how you tucked your cheek into your shoulder in bashfulness and felt his spirits raise even higher. You were adorable.

“I’m glad you like it. I hope the projector works though, it took me forever to translate the instructions.”

Peter walked over to it and gave it a once over. “It seems fine to me, but I can always look at it if you want.”

“Oh yeah? You good with tech?”

“Good enough to get by. I needed it a lot while working with Mr. Stark” Peter began, forgetting that he wasn’t talking to an old friend.

“You worked with Tony Stark?!?”

“Oh.. oh yeah, only for a little! I was an intern.” He said quietly, beating himself up for even bringing up the topic of Tony. The last thing he wanted to do was cry in front of a pretty girl.

“Wow, that must’ve been amazing. You, you must miss him a lot then, huh?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled lifelessly. “Yeah I do.”

“But no matter, we’re here to have a good time right?”

“Yeah, yeah we are!” You grasped his hand and gave him a sympathetic squeeze -neither of you blind to the sparks that shot from the place your hands met- and got settled on the blanket.

Two and a half moves later, the sun had set and the two of you were sitting in the darkness, the only light coming from the flickering of the projector as the abandoned movie played. You and Peter were sitting cross legged, facing each other as he told you another story about working with the Avengers.

“Yeah, it was so crazy!! We were in this airport and he went from being like two inches tall to two hundred feet, it blew my mind. But it was okay though, because I had this idea-“

“Wait, wait, wait. You were there? Why?” You asked, loving every adventure filled anecdote he told you, but it wasn’t all adding up. For just an intern, he seemed incredibly close to Mr. Stark himself, but then again, you’d only known him for less than a week and you also wanted to go everywhere with him.

Peter worried his lip, thinking about how he could worm his way out of this one. Why would a teenage intern be at the Avengers civil war? He figured he could lie, or even just run away and buy black out curtains. Maybe he could convince Aunt May to switch rooms with him even. But you’d already brought so much light to his life in multiple aspects, and he thought, just maybe, you’d be able to bring light to that aspect of his life too.

“You know what, lemme just show you! Wait here, I’ll be back!”

Peter ran back down, his Chewbacca flash drive in hand, adrenaline running through his veins. He plugged it into your laptop and dug up a folder he hadn’t touched in almost eight months.

“What’s this?” You asked as he sat back down next to you.

“You’ll see.” He said, eyes glued to the screen in front of him.

A Film by Peter Parker, read the title as a compilation of videos featuring Peter, Happy, Aunt May, the Avengers, and Tony projected before you both.

Peter heard you gasp as the camera flashed to the suit, and saw, from the corner of his eye, how your head snapped towards his as he backspringed across the battleground. The film continued and neither of you could tear your eyes from the screen. Peter felt his eyes well up with tears as a scene with him and Tony talking to the camera began and he thought that watching this was a bad idea and he was about to turn around and turn it off when he felt your fingers intertwine with his.

He sucked in a sharp breath at the warmth you brought him and he squeezed back, his brain nearly malfunctioning at the speed in which he tried to memorize the feel of your hand in his. But his senses were overloaded as he picked up on your accelerated heartbeat.

The two of you continued to watch the video, neither moving even when it autostarted from the beginning, and this time you laughed outwardly at the funny parts, and asked him questions about why Happy didn’t seem to like him.

“What did you do to him Peter?”

“Nothing I swear!”

“Likely story.”

And he felt the steel blanket of grief fall off his shoulders. The feeling of intrigue and excitement for going back to life was no longer a small trail buried deep within him, but now a firecracker that ignited his insides and aurated off of him. Things were going to be alright, he was going to make it out this summer with more than just the memories from his bedroom, and he’d make it through whatever else life would throw at him, as long as he had you by his side.

Because you didn’t make his heart beat faster out of fear, you made him feel flustered and full of affection.

And you didn’t hold him roughly, with the intent to harm him; you held him delicately, and he could only wait to be able to hold your heart the same way.

[vs-redemption]

This is the first piece out of seven written for the one year anniversary collaboration event for the @konoblog-simps discord. I encourage everyone to check out the masterlist for today's prompt and support the other creators. Some content is not suitable for minors so please pay attention to the warnings.

Prompt: Fluff (Finral Roulacase x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 1.3K Warnings: None

Anyone could tell by a glance that the mixer wasn’t going well, and by the look on Finral’s face, you knew that he was coming to terms with that unfortunate fact as well. The other two magic knights sitting with him were either the only people in the restaurant oblivious to the disaster, or they just didn’t care as the one who’d likely arranged the gathering in the first place frantically grasped for conversation.

“You know,” Finral looked completely distressed by this point, gesturing desperately to the two who were meant to be acting as his wingmen. “Four members of the Black Bulls were actually recruited into the Royal Knights. Asta and Luck are two of them. They’ve been on some really crazy missions lately.”

The girls sitting across the table just force smiles before going back to picking at their food. No matter how much The Black Bulls had done recently, people were still stuck in their ways and looked down on the squad known for causing a little more trouble than they should. In your opinion, it was really a shame that all the girls Finral had ever invited to his little mixers failed to see what was right in front of them.

Time after time you watched him act like a complete gentleman; making polite conversation, giving just the right amount of respectful compliments, and even using his spatial magic to bring unique flowers or special treats from around the Clover Kingdom, just for girls to turn up their noses because of the Black Bulls symbol on his cloak. Well, that and maybe he did seem to try a little bit too hard at times. It was endearing though and obvious with the way he acted that he was genuinely looking for a real relationship with someone special. The poor boy had so much love to give, but nobody seemed to want it.

“Can I get three slices of chocolate cheesecake for table four?” You peek your head into the kitchen to ask the owner. The man gives you a weird look before checking the receipts.

“Table four didn’t order any chocolate cheesecake,” he folds his arms, “and we usually save that for special customers anyway.”

“You can take it out of my paycheck,” you tell him seriously while grabbing the dessert and skipping back out into the dining area.

Chocolate was a little more expensive since it had to be imported from the Heart Kingdom, but your boss was a hypocrite. By ‘special customers,’ he’d meant magic knights. Finral and his friends fit the criteria, even if they weren’t in one of the more glamorous squads. Taking a hit to your wages wouldn’t set you back too much, and anyway, you hated seeing Finral’s mixer flopping so badly. He didn’t deserve such poor luck, and you hoped maybe you could do this one thing to help him out a little.

“Three slices of chocolate cheesecake, as requested for the lovely ladies,” You gently slide a plate in front of each of the girls. Their eyes light up immediately, hands reaching for their forks so they can dig in as soon as possible. Finral, on the other hand, looked panicked.

“Excuse me, I didn’t order that,” he leans in towards you and whispers.

“Not to worry,” you wink playfully, ignoring the flutter of your heart caused by his closeness. “Consider it a thank you for all your hard work while protecting the kingdom. It’s on the house.” He didn’t seem to believe you, but you don’t give him the chance to ask any more questions. You straighten up and nod to the girls, telling them to enjoy the rest of their evening and then hurrying off to get back to your duties.

Things seemed to pick up for Finral a bit after that. The girls seemed a little more inclined to give him a chance, listening to his stories and being a little more forthcoming when he asked questions about themselves. You had to roll your eyes a little. Seeing the cautious optimism on Finral’s face, and seeing him smile without the usual underlying stress and self-consciousness was worth it, even if you didn’t think those girls deserved a moment of his time or attention.

It was a little before closing time when the mixer finally seemed to be wrapping up. You took that as a good sign and watched curiously as Finral and his friends walked the ladies to the door, thanking them politely and bidding them good night. You turn away, expecting them all to go home for the evening, but jump in surprise when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“O-oh!” you feel heat rise to your cheeks when you find yourself face to face with Finral. “Can I help you?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” He smiles, looking embarrassed. “I tried to thank your manager for sending those desserts earlier, but he said to thank you instead.”

“He wasn’t supposed to tell you that,” you mumble, averting your eyes and wishing the owner had just taken the credit. This was such an awkward situation to leave you in.

“I don’t understand,” Finral replies, his soft purple eyes searching your face for an answer. “Why’d you do that?”

“It just looked like your group needed a little pick-me-up,” you shrug, shifting from foot to foot nervously. “Just thought I’d help you out a bit… I don’t know.” Finral looked surprised by your explanation, and regards you in wonder for a moment before his face falls.

“Well,” his shoulders slump in defeat, “I still managed to get denied a second meeting from all of them. I really appreciate the thought though. I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

“That’s not necessary,” you tell him, a mixture of annoyance and relief swelling up inside you. As you’d predicted, those girls didn’t deserve a guy like Finral, and part of you was glad they’d rejected him. “Magic Knights are supposed to get free desserts anyway,” you reveal. “Just don’t tell anyone that I told you that.”

“But, you have to let me do something to repay your kindness,” Finral pleads, that anxious look coming back to his face. You fight the urge to reach out and try to smooth away the wrinkles caused by his stress, and start to fiddle with your hands as a crazy idea comes to mind.

“Well,” you glance up at him shyly, “You could always invite me to your next mixer.”

“What?” His eyebrows shoot up towards his hairline, somehow blown away by the suggestion until it clicks in his brain why someone would insist on inviting themselves to a mixer. Realization blooms across his face and you smile when his cheeks turn red.

“You don’t have to bring your friends though if you don’t want to,” you say, feeling a little bolder now. “Or invite anyone else at all really.”

“But that would be…” Finral blinks at you, struggling to accept what was happening.

“Only if that’s something you’d be comfortable with,” you decide to give him a chance to decline, not wanting to bully him into taking you out.

“I… really?” He stumbled over his words, “I mean, yes. I would be… very comfortable or… are you comfortable?”

“Yes,” you nod your head in confirmation, letting out a small laugh at his nervousness. “So, it’s a date then.” You finally say the “date” word and a look of excitement and disbelief takes over his features.

“O-ok, yeah.” He lets out a breathy chuckle, “Are… you really sure?”

“Yes!” You exclaim in amusement, “Just let me know the time and place and I’ll be there.”

“All right!” He promises, “I’ll make arrangements and let you know as soon as I can.” He pauses to shake his head as if he really thought he was stuck inside a dream. “I’m… really excited.”

“Me too,” you admit.

After a slightly awkward good-bye, Finral finally headed back outside to join his friends while you got back to work. Butterflies danced around your stomach as you tried to imagine what the magic knight would plan. You’d been interested in him for so long, and you hoped things would work out well between you. If it did, perhaps you’d never have to watch him suffer through a failed mixer again.

[summerlovingbaby]

Lost In Battle

Today was Y/N’s birthday and both Steve and Bucky insisted on celebrating it to the highest degree. They tried to convince her tp throw a Stark-esque party. But that was a no go. Y/N was a simple girl, and she hated people making a fuss over her. They tried to force her to have a party, but Y/N wasn’t budging. Steve suggested a surprise party but that idea was clearly a bad idea, given the nature of their jobs. So Y/N agreed that they could take her out shopping and for cake, she didn’t want to but did it to make them happy. Y/N hated her birthday, and not in the way most people say they hate their birthday but they just pretend to. Y/N actually hated it.

But regardless of that fact Y/N, Steve and Bucky were out and about. Y/N was alone at the moment because Steve and Bucky were getting Y/N a  chocolate cupcake. Suddenly Bucky’s phone rang, it was Y/N so he picked up.

“Sorry we are taking so long, you know Steve can’t hold his water. Do you think Wanda would want a cookie or a cupcak-” Bucky said picking up the phone.

“ Bucky I think someone is watching me. Where is Steve? Tell Steve to call Tony. I’m 65% sure that they are HYDRA.” Y/N said in one breath.

“ Okay. Stay where you are. ”

“Copy that.” Y/N said. There was a brief moment of silence of silence before Bucky heard her breath on th , before she broke the silence. “ Now I’m 98% sure it’s HYDRA. He’s armed.”

Y/N tried too look as inconspicuous as possible, which was working in her favor. She stood there on the phone with Bucky talking about a super secret nazi organization. Meanwhile in the bakery, Steve finally came out of the bathroom with his classic smirk. But that smirk darkened when he saw Bucky’s dark look on his face. 

“ You need to call the team. Right now.” Bucky told Steve once he was in an earshot.

Y/n could here a bit of Steve calling Tony, but didn’t here  much of the conversation. Y/N glanced over shoulder, to see the man that she thought was trailing her was looking direction. Looking directly at her, he waved at her and smiled. Y/N tilted her head in confusion, the man just pointed at his chest. She looked down at her chest and saw a red target. Crap. She looked back at the man, as he pulled out something that looked like a remote control for a racecar. Double crap.

“ Bucky, I can’t stay here. They got a line on me.” Y/N said to the phone. She looked like she was about to hang it up, but instead took off in a sprint. Bucky could hear her breathing hard on the other line. “ I think that there is a bomb, I’m pretty sure I saw a flip switch but I’m not sure.” 

Y/N was bobbing and weaving through the crowd of people. People looked at her in confusion but payed no real mind to her, they just thought she was late or something. She was scanning the top of the rooftops for the sniper and saw two familiar forms atop the roof running along beside her. Jumping from roof to roof. She smiled in relief, there were her super soilders.

“ I see someone.”  She heard Steve yelled through the phone.

“ That’s you right?” She asked just to be safe, and sighed when she heard a breathy yes on the other  line. She pulled her airpods out of her backpocket and shoved one in her ear. She shoved the phone in her back pocket, so she could run faster without having to keep the phone up to her ear. She could hear Bucky’s hard breathing on the other end of the line, it put her at ease to know that they always had her back.

Y/N could see the man that Bucky and Steve were chasing, he was running oddly slow, but that didn’t matter at the time to the trio at the time. Just before Steve caught up with him, he jumped off the roof, and to a narrow alleyway. Y/N turned the saw him jump off the roof and turn into the alleyway. She turned to see 3 masked guns all pointing at her. She muttered a quick.” DON’T MOVE”, causing Steve and Bucky to stop running, and watch from the roof tops. They couldn’t hear the conversation. They just saw Y/N put her hands behind her head like she was surrendering, but Bucky and Steve knew better than that. She put her hands behind her head and reached behind her hair, and pull out 2 small handguns, and shooting the 2 closest assailants.

She pointed the guns and the third person, and the third person pointed it at her, but they were both at a standstill. Bucky and Steve waited for Y/N’s signal, but instead herd her whisper a shaky hold. They that her chest was heaving and her knees were shaking ever so slightly. The man pointing at Y/N, dropped the gun and pulled off his mask.

Bucky and Steve saw Y/N drop the guns and stumble backwards. Bucky heard Y/N gasp loudly through the phone. Y/N saw the face of the masked man and felt her heartbeat quicken. She couldn’t breathe, or hear hear Bucky and Steve through the phone, or see Bucky and Steve coming to her aid. She could only know one thing at the moment. Run. It all happened far too quickly for both Steve and Bucky. By the time they had climbed down  the latter both Y/N and the masked man were long gone.

Y/N took off in the direction that she came. She ran through crowds of people nervously. She bumped into people and stumbled over but didn’t seem to care that much. To be honest she didn’t even know where she was running too, just that she had to leave. Her mind was spinning in circles, and her legs kept failing her. Her airpod fell out of her ear, and her phone fell out of her pocket a few blocks ago, so she was on her own. The only thing that she could think about was him being dead. He was supposed to be dead. There was no way in hell that he could possibly be alive.

Y/N ran for what felt like miles, though it was only a few blocks. She felt her legs growing weak and felt her feet slipping from up under her. She did her best to try and stay quiet. To give her credit she was, hot tears streamed down her face as she quietly gasped for air. Then she felt something sharp hit her neck and then the world went dark.

Y/N woke up in a white room with yellow lights. To her surprise she wasn’t tied up, or strapped down, or drugged. She was just there, a bit cold but that was just a nitpick. She looked around the room and saw a guy sitting at his desk, doing what looked to be paperwork. He stopped scribbling and looked up.

“ Glad to see that you are up.” He said.

“ Thought you were dead.” Y/N said. Her voice was softer than usual.

“ I could say the same to you.”

“ Why am I here?”

“ Can’t a father say hello to his daughter on her birthday?”

“ Odd way to wish someone a happy birthday. Where am I?”

“ I can’t tell you that.”

“What can you tell me?”

“ I can tell you you that AIM will kill you if you leave here. I can’t stop you from leaving, but if you join AIM and help with or projects I can protect you. “

“ What do you mean if I leave?”

“ Exactly what I said.”

“ I can leave?”

“ Yes you can.”

“ Will you kill me if I try.”

“ No. But just to be clear, if you leave, you will no longer be my daughter.”

“ You stopped being my father a long time ago.”

This seemed to anger the man, he stood up from his desk. His face face turned red like he was restraining himself from yelling. His arm extended outward towards Y/N. She gulped in anticipation, she knew what was coming. She felt herself flying across the room towards her. Her neck flew into his hand like a magnet. He squeezed so tight Y/N thought her neck would brake. She didn’t even fight  back, that would only make it worse. If she took her punishment then she would be okay. After a while he got lazy and gave up. He tossed her aside like trash. She tried to stand but collapsed from coughing and trying to regain any breath that she lost.

Her father walked towards her and kicked her in the chest. He muttered a get out under his breath and went back at his desk. He didn’t even look at her, or say goodbye. Just tossed her away like she was trash. After a few minutes Y/N regained her breath and left the room. The dark hallway was empty, the whole building was empty. She found the exit rather quickly, which would have made her second guess things had she been thinking clearly. But she wasn’t. She exited the building which now looked to be more of a bunker, and took off in a random direction.

“ 

She soon heard a familiar set of bike tracks , and breathed in relief. She started whistled for her super soliders to come save her. At the sound of her whistling the two men almost doubled their pace to save their girl. They saw her, running through the forest. They hopped of their bikes and ran into eachothers arms. They collapsed into each others embrace. Steve broke the hug to look at her, surprised to see that she looked mostly okay. She was favoring her left side a bit, but mostly okay.

“Tony, we got her.” Steve said through comms.

“Okay, were headed to your location” Clint replied back. “We are 16 minutes out.”

No bruises, or cuts, just fine. All of a sudden, she heard footsteps behind her crunching in the dirt. She knew those footsteps. They all turned around to see Y/N’s father standing in front of them, he was holding something, though everyone already knew what it was. 

“ You’re just like your brother.” Her father yelled, and without warning threw the grenade directly them. Y/N pushed both Bucky and Steve behind her, and took the grenade to the stomach. It exploded on impact sending her flying backwards and dozens of bits of shrapnel into her chest. Bucky without thinking shot the man in the head.

Y/N was on the ground, lying on her back, she was passed out, very much alive. But when she would wake up she would wish she were dead. Bucky and Steve ran over to Y/N. They looked at her lifeless shrapnel ridden body, unsure of what to do. Bucky picked up one of the only pieces of shrapnel not in Y/N’s body.

“ Steve.” He said tapping Steve on the shoulder, but he was too distracted taking Y/N’s pulse. “ Steve.” This one got his attention. “ Look at this.” He said holding up the piece of shrapnel.

“No..no,no no...this is bad.” Steve said looking between Bucky and Y/N, who was still passed out.

Both Steve and Bucky knew that grenade. They remembered it from the war. That grenade had special shrapnel. The shrapnel was soaked in some sort of fast acting poison, that killed you within minutes. The shrapnel was embedded+ with a biological agent, with expanding barbs, so once it hit something it would expand making it hard to pull out. The only way you would survive was if you had the antidote, or if you pulled them out. Needless to say every time they saw that grenade, they watched someone have a slow painful death.

“How far out are you guys?” Steve asked touching the comms. He sighed when he got the response. They didn’t have 10 minutes.

Steve took out his first aid kit, and so did Bucky. They hovered over her lifeless body and began picking the pieces of metal out of her chest and stomach. Suddenly Y/N awoke with a gasp, both Bucky and Steve heard, they felt her body tense. They could feel her writhing in pain, and shaking and kicking violently. She kept gasping for air and moaning loudly. She kept trying to sit up, she was moving so much they couldn’t get the shrapnel.

“ Buck keep her still.” Steve said, his voice shaken slightly.

“ Stevie is that you?” Her voice shaking and hot tears rolling down her face.

“ Yeah it’s me sweet girl, but I need you to try and hold still.” Steve said making himself visible, hoping it would calm her down a bit. And it did, she calmed down a bit. Bucky soon came into view, Steve looked at Bucky with sad eyes, they both knew what was about to happen. Steve left her view and got back to work. Y/N lurched upwards as Steve pulled a piece of metal deep from her skin. She moaned loudly as but Bucky gently held her down gently.

“ Its okay....its okay. I know it hurts doll, but you have to stay still.” Bucky said, pushing her back down causing Y/N to yelp in pain.

“ I’m sorry. I won’t tell anyone. Please stop.” Y/N moaned through yelling. “ I promise I’ll be good.” She said through loud sobs. She began to kick her legs and buck her hips to try to get them to stop hurting her. Steve sat on her thighs to keep her as still as possible. Y/N tried to fight back, but it didn’t work. Y/N worked about 100lbs soaking wet, and Steve weighed about 240 on a bad day.

Y/N started moaning and sobbing louder begging for the pain to end. She kept trying to left her chest but Bucky forced her back down. He was avoiding using his metal arm cause he promised he would never hurt her, and he felt that he was. He tried to keep her down with one arm, but with every piece of shrapnel Steve pulled out she fought back harder, and moaned louder.

“ Buck.” He herd Steve say, his voice quivering.

“Please stay still.” Bucky pleaded, “ Please don’t make me do this.” Bucky begged, but Y/N wasn’t listening. Bucky used his metal arm, to forcing her back down to the ground.

“ Bucky make him stop, please make him stop. Steve stop, please.” She begged the both of them. They tried to ignore it but the sound of their babygirl’s scream was boring through their eardrums.  Bucky looked away, he couldn’t look her in the eyes. His eyes where filled with white hot tears.He blinked them away and tried his best to comfort his girl. He used his human arm to stroke her hair.

“ You are doing so well. I’m so proud of you. I know it hurts doll but we are almost done, I promise.” He said, causing her yelling to quiet down to no more than a quiet begging. Steve could hear the quinjet flying closer.

“ Please, please, please, please, please, please. I’ll be good. I won’t do it again. Please make it stop.” She said through quiet sobs.

“ It’s okay, you’re okay. I know, I know it hurts doll. You’re doing so great, you are going to be okay I promise. Steve is almost done, and when we get home, we will get as many dogs as you want. I promise.”

Y/N nodded, and squeezed her eyes tightly, her lips clenched between her teeth tears streamed from the side of her eyes. They could hear the quinjet quickly approaching which gave Y/N an odd sort of comfort. Before she knew  it, it was right on top of them, Natasha jumped out attached to a wire and landed on the ground. She had a needle in her hand, and as soon as she landed she ran towards her and put it in Y/N’s neck. Y/N felt her body go numb, then she felt really tired, and she fell asleep. That is the last thing Y/N remembered.

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[xwing-baby]

Impulse: The Beginning (Javier Peña x Reader)

Summary: Top of your class, the DEA have sent you to Colombia to be the poster child for their new ‘placement program’. You’re thrown in at the deep end into the drug war. With Agent Peña as your mentor, what could possibly go wrong? 

Warnings: Nothing much! Mentions of misogyny/sexism, tobacco and alcohol use, show level violence, swearing 

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: BACK TO THE BEGINNING LADS LETS SEE WHERE THIS SHIT SHOW STARTED 

*Spanish translation at the end of the fic*

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As one of only a few female agents in the DEA academy at the time, you had fought tooth and nail for your place from day one. Most of the men in your class thought you were useless and had campaigned on multiple occasions to get you taken out of the academy. This was mostly due to your success. You were a great agent already and were itching to get into some real action.

When the agency announced that they would be sending a couple of the highest achieving students from the graduating class out on a new placement program, you knew it was your chance. Incredibly, before you even got a chance to apply you were pulled aside by a professor and told you’d be selected. You were going to Colombia.

The fight in South America was all anyone spoke about. The tonnes they were hauling out was unmatched, it made Miami look like a small fry. A chance to go down there and help, maybe even take down some Narcos yourself, was one everyone dreamed of. Colombia alone had two of the biggest players, Pablo Escobar, and The Cali Cartel. Placement in that country would no doubt be the best learning experience you could ever get! Who knows, maybe you would be the one to catch Escobar!

It took a little convincing to your parents to let you go. They’d seen the news; they knew how dangerous it was and weren’t too keen on you going. Eventually, after a meeting with your coordinator they were convinced, you packed a bag and you flew down to Bogotá.

You were picked up at the airport and driven to the American embassy in the city to meet your mentor Agent Javier Peña. You hadn’t been told much about him other than he was from Texas and had been in Colombia for a while. Not a lot to go off. In your head you imagined some old cowboy, grumpy and hardened by the horrors of the world he had seen. He wouldn’t believe you when you appeared, would probably ask to have you removed immediately. You sighed, already resigning yourself to hate the man you were now forced to spend the next year with.

Your escort took you through the embassy, to the DEA’s office and promptly abandoned you at the door without another word. This was it. You pushed open the door and were instantly greeted by a cheery woman’s voice from behind a desk. Denise, according to her name plate, was filing her nails when you approached. She set the file down and smiled sweetly.

“Hey there, darling! What can I do for you?” Her voice had a strong southern twang to it, a quintessential southern belle with curled blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

“Hi, I’m here to see... Agent Peña,” You looked at that note in your hand to check you had the right person.

“‘Course sweetie, what’s your name?” She asked. You gave her your name and she told you to sit down in a seat opposite her desk for a moment while she called him. “So, you’re working with Peña?” She asked when she put the phone down again.

“Yeah,” You nodded, “What’s he like? I don’t really know what to expect,”

Denise giggled, “You’re certainly in for a treat darlin’. He’s something else,” You turned when her eyes watched someone through the window, “But I’m warning you now, don’t flirt with him,”

“I’m not-,” Your jaw dropped when the man in question walked past the window. Denise giggled, “Jesus Christ,” You muttered. He certainly was not the old man you had expected at all. He entered the room and you quickly shut your dropped jaw.

“Javier! Nice to see you,” Denise smiled at the man. You were shocked. Javier Peña was older, yes, but he was incredibly handsome. Tall, dark hair with dark eyes to match. He had a blue shirt on, unbuttoned just one too far. In such a professional environment it almost looked obscene. He smiled and your heart flipped.

“Denise,” Javier smiled charmingly at the assistant before turning to you, “who’s your friend?” Denise introduced you, “You’re the new kid?” He asked briefly looking you up and down, he shook your hand. Still a little dazed you smiled and nodded. “Quiet huh?”

“Sorry, uh it’s nice to meet you,” You pulled yourself out of your head, stumbling over your words as your brain caught up with what was actually going on.

“Let me show you round,” Javier chuckled, “I’ll see you later Denise,”

“See ya Javi,” She waved as you followed Agent Peña out of the office and down a new corridor.

“She’s cute. Is she your girlfriend?” You asked. Javier turned to you and shook his head.

“Never seen her before,” He smirked. You were glad he was walking ahead of you, as your jaw dropped. If he was like that with someone he had never met, what in hell was he like he was someone he liked?!

Javier took you around the office, showing the different places and meeting different people you would need to know. It seemed most people were exasperated by Javier; he was cocky and liked to get a rise out of people. He obviously didn’t really care for the bureaucracy of the job, much more an action guy than a paperwork guy. Despite your track record with these types previously, you got on well with Javier. He was easy to talk to and his confidence wasn’t arrogant.

You followed him around from room to room, making small talk about where you were from, how you’d been enjoying the academy and such. All the while you were trying to remember where everything was but ultimately failing. The place was a maze. Eventually you came to a small office tucked away in the corner of the building.

“And this, is where we live!” Javier said as he opened the room. The room was small, barely enough room for the two desks and row of cabinets inside. Behind one desk, engrossed in a manila file was a blonde man. He looked up when you entered, giving Javier a questioning look, “This is the Rookie,”

“Y/n,” You added. You were pretty sure he had forgotten your name, introducing you as Rookie to the last three people you had met.

“That's what I meant to say,” He replied, waving you off.

“Nice to meet you Rookie,” The blonde man grinned and chuckled, “Steve Murphy,”

“Nice to meet you sir,” You reached over the messy desk and shook his hand.

“Sir? I could get used to that! Bit of respect round here would be nice,” Steve laughed. “Steve will work just fine,”

“Or pendejo, he does respond to that too,” Javier added.

“Real funny Peña,” Steve snapped back. You chuckled. You stood in the doorway for a moment, watching as Javier chaotically cleared a space for you at his desk by moving a pile of paper from one surface to another.

“We’re moving out of here soon,” He explained, you nodded. He offered a chair, and a cigarette. You took both. “Did you have any trouble at the airport?” Javier asked. You shook your head.

“Nope. Bat my eyelashes and they don’t seem to worry,” You laughed to yourself. Javier raised an eyebrow.

“You get a lot of things done that way?” He asked. Your smile dropped quickly.

“No. I got here on credit, didn’t fuck my way to the top of that’s what your asking Agent Peña,” You said seriously, “Get that straight now. I’m just as good as any man, in fact I’m better. I don’t deal well with sexist assholes,”

“Out of line, I got it,” He threw his hands up in defence, leaning back on his chair. You turned to Murphy, who shrugged.

“All good,”

“Good,” you confirmed, “I don’t want you to think I’m rude, I just have to make it clear,”

“Crystal,”

The rest of the day was a blur, shipped about from one office to another getting badges and meeting important people. You were exhausted. Despite the copious amounts of coffee, you consumed, you had to force your eyes to stay open during the car ride home with Javier. You had been awake for more than twenty-four hours and added to the stress of a new job; you were ready to crash.

You said thanks to your mentor and dragged yourself up the stairs to your own apartment. You had only been inside your apartment briefly to drop off your bag earlier in the day. You could barely remember what it looked like.

The apartment was small and dark. There was a good-sized living room with a lumpy looking couch and a tv set. A small kitchen sat next to the entry door, separated by a half to the living room. Three doors came off the living room walls, one to a small closet, one to a tiny pink tiled bathroom and the last to a bedroom. The bedroom had a large window looking out over the street and the city beyond. There was a dresser with handles that were falling off and a double bed. The covers were old, and the colour had faded, the whole structure creaked when you sat down. The whole apartment seemed faded and old, but it would do.

You lay down, fully clothed, and smiled up at the ceiling. You had made it. You had done it! You were in Colombia, working for the DEA fighting Pablo freaking Escobar! You had succeeded beyond anyone’s expectation and you were excited to prove everyone who had ever doubted you wrong.

--

You hit the ground running the next day. Between moving the office to a new location, learning the ropes of the job, and catching up on ongoing investigations you felt like you never stopped. You had been home only to sleep for a few hours. You’d change your outfit, shower, and head straight back to work. You had quickly learnt that Javier was not going to be what you imagined your mentor would be, he was much more of ‘do as I say not as I do’ kind of teacher. In one week, you had already seen things that would have you kicked out of the academy if you were caught doing it. You had realised this experience would be much more of an experience to reflect on later than learn any real textbook things from day to day.

Friday was here. You knew you could get at least a few hours rest tomorrow, hoping that you wouldn’t be called in. You’d steadily been making your way through case notes, trying to make some sort of system so the immense amount of information through your desk wouldn’t get lost. You hadn’t noticed Steve and Javier call you, until Javier tapped on the desk next to you. You looked up.

“Rookie! Come on,” He motioned over to Steve who was waiting at the door, Kevlar vest in hand. You were going out on a raid!

“Seriously?” Your eyes lit up and you jumped up. You rushed to get your gun from the draw and raced after the two agents. Finally, you were getting to see some action. You were itching with excitement to finally be able to go into the field. All your training was leading up to this! A moment which for most agents didn’t happen for years! You ran to the courtyard and jumped into the backseat Javier’s truck

Javier fiddled with a radio on the dash until audible orders could be heard, barked through the walkie-talkie giving the plan for the raid. It was the house of a known sicario, not a big player in the grand scheme of things but they would have valuable information. 

“When we get out there, you’re staying in here, got it?” Javier said once the orders were given.

“I don’t want to be left on the side-lines and watch! How am I meant to learn anything sitting in a truck?”

“You can stand outside the truck,” Javi offered. You

“Come on!” You begged, “Steve?”

“It’s not my call, Rookie,” Steve shrugged. You sighed.

“So, I’m meant to stand around and watch you have all the fun?”

“Quit whining,” Peña replied, glancing at you in the rear-view mirror. You frowned and settled back in your seat, your excitement dying a little.

After a few minutes of driving through the city, the convoy stopped outside a large house on the corner of a street. Javier parked and the two men jumped out of the vehicle slipping on their vests as they did. You took a deep breath, calming yourself, before stepping outside to join them.

Men started piling out of the cars and taking their places cordoning off the area. Steve was the first to get stuck in, immediately walking over to the man you assumed was in charge. You followed him, just to hear how raids were set up. Not so you could get involved, of course.

“Where are you going?” Javier asked as you walked past him.

“With Steve?” You replied cautiously, motioning over to the blonde a few paces ahead. Javi raised a brow.

“Rookie…” He warned.

“Javier…?” You replied in the same tone, as if you didn’t know exactly what he was going to say.

“Stay,” He said firmly, holding his hand up like a command given to a dog. You frowned.

“I’m not a dog,” You argued, Javi grinned and patted you on the head.

“Good girl,” You scowled at him, making him laugh again before he walked away to join his partner.

“Jerk,” You called after him. You complied, reluctantly, leaning back on the hood of the truck and watching from afar. You knew that it was a dangerous situation and you didn’t have much experience yet; you weren’t going to be seeing any up-close action for a while. It was for your own safety and everyone else's.

But it was boring.

After a short while of preparations and what seemed a lot like just milling about. The team entered the building. Those who were left outside visibly relaxed. Now any superior officers had gone out of sight, the soldiers huddled in groups chatting amongst themselves keeping one eye on their post but mostly watching you.

None of them spoke to you, but you could hear them. They assumed you didn’t speak Spanish, like Steve, so spoke without a filter whilst within earshot. How attractive they thought you were, wondering about how you got your role and whether you’d show them how you got it if they got you drunk. It was disgusting, but not new. Men are the same world over, it seemed.

You leant against the hood of the truck and turned your attention to the matter at hand. You weren’t here to make friends after all. You were here to learn, here to work. If you couldn’t follow into the raid you could learn as much as you could from the outside.

Gunfire and shouting erupted from the building suddenly, making you jump in surprise. Nobody else seemed to take any notice, barely looking up. You watched intently following shadows in the windows. Then, out the corner of your eye you saw a man race from the building. You looked over at the men, still stood around, and back to the man from the building who had started to slow down, and nobody was chasing him. They didn’t see anything. This was your chance. Before anyone could stop you, you ran down the street after the escapee.

He spotted you instantly and began to run faster down the hill and around a corner. You kept up well until the corner revealed a large crowd of people between shops. Market stalls lined the streets and your target disappeared in the blink of an eye. You followed into the people, making sure to keep your gun down to avoid mass panic. You didn’t need more of a scene to let the guy escape

You skidded to a halt and looked around, immediately overwhelmed by the amount of people and directions the man could have gone. You walked to the middle of the intersection and looked left, nothing unusual, right, nothing. Your heart hammered into your ribcage as you tried to collect yourself. It was hard to concentrate under the sun. He couldn’t have gone far, you lost him for two seconds! Losing hope of a dramatic first arrest, you looked up another street, and couldn’t spot your target. You moved to slip your gun back into your holster until you turned and saw a man leant against a wall heaving for breath halfway back up the hill you had just run down. He thought he’d lost you.

You collected yourself with a slow breath and pursued the man again, this time slowly so you didn’t catch his attention. He hadn’t spotted you as you exited the crowd of the market and walked up the hill opposite side of the street, dipping your head so not to catch his eye. You reached for your gun, just ten feet away from him when he finally noticed and jumped up.

“Fuck!” You cursed out loud as you chased him once more. The steep hill made your legs burn, but unlike the man in your pursuit you could bare it. He was visibly flagging and by the time he reached the top of the hill he had given up and you had caught up.

You shoved him against the wall, keeping your gun to his back and leg round his to keep him still. Your heart was hammering in your chest, you laughed to yourself as the adrenaline swept you up.

“Te mataré,” The man spat at you, “puta,” You swiftly lifted your knee, kicking him in the balls making the man yelp.  Was it necessary? No. But it felt brilliant.

“Shut up,” You replied. You smugly smiled until you realised you were now stuck. You had no handcuffs so had no way to move him. You had not thought this through at all. You looked around and to your surprise you had just run around the block and ended up on a few feet from where your chase had begun.

You watched the raid exit the house, dragging a few men in cuffs with them. You spotted Murphy and Peña, who quickly noticed that you were gone. You watched them look for you for a minute before calling out. 

“Over here!” You called loud enough for the men to hear you. Murphy was the first to spot you and ran over quickly, with a few soldiers in tow.

“Thought we told you to stay by the truck,” He said.

“You missed one,” You replied. You removed yourself from your prisoner and stuck your gun back into the holster on your hip.

“Good job,” He praised you, clapping you on the back. “Bring him up,”

With handcuffs on, the two soldiers took the man into custody. You followed Steve back over to the trucks. You beamed with pride. You’re first ever arrest! You spotted Javier watching you as you approached, a smirk set on his lips and an eyebrow raised. Your pride wavered a little. Just as you got back to the truck, prepared to get berated by your mentor, a man in a green uniform stormed over to you. You dropped your smile quickly.

“Quien es ella?!” He asked, spitting out the words at Javier. “Porque esta ella aqui?” Despite him asking about you, the man never looked at you. His attitude immediately aggravated you and before Javier could open his mouth to reply you jumped in for him.

“Yo trabajo con Murphy y Peña,” You replied for him, a sarcastic smile on your face, driving home the point that you did understand what he was saying and that he couldn’t ignore you so blatantly.

“Carrillo this is Y/n L/n, Rookie this is Commander Carrillo,” Javier introduced you to Carrillo. Javier gave you a warning look, as if that was going to stop your temper. Carrillo looked you up and down then sneered.

“Eres un poco joven?” He turned to you. You scoffed.

“It’s a new placement programme the agency is trialling,” Peña jumped in again, “Don’t worry about it,”

“Oh, so my war is a place for you to test your kids huh?” Carrillo rolled his eyes, “Fucking gringos. I don’t want some girl here,” He waved you away, turning on his heel and walking away. You scoffed, anger taking over.

“Sir, with all due respect. Fuck you,” You called after him. Carrillo stopped walking, half turned back, shocked at the audacity of what you were saying, “If I wasn’t here that guy would have run off and it would have taken you another month to find him again. Personally, I think a thank you is in order,”

“Okay! In the truck, Rookie,” Steve finally stepped in, before Carrillo could reply. He grabbed you and pulled you out the way and back to the truck. Javier stood in the way of Carrillo, so he didn’t follow.

“What a jerk,” You grumbled as you slammed your door. You glowered in the backseat, watching Javier and Carrillo talk.

“About sums it up,” Murphy agreed.

“He looks pissed,” You commented as you watched Javier part with Carrillo and join you and Murphy ready to leave.

“He always looks like that,” Steve replied, making you chuckle. You were still nervous; you had completely stepped out of line saying that stuff to the commander. No doubt Javier was going to be just as mad. You picked at the loose thread on your shirt, staying quiet when Javier opened the door. “Good?” Steve asked.

“All good,” Javier replied as he shut the truck door. Steve started up the engine and pulled away from the scene.

“Seriously?” You were shocked.

“Oh no he hates you now, but he hated Steve for a while there too so don’t take it too personally,” Javier said, Steve chuckled. “You certainly know how to make a good first impression,”

“I’m not in trouble?”

“I’m a little worried you might be insane; I don’t think I would even say that shit to Carrillo!” Javier said, “But I will say you did a good job with that sicario so, I’ll buy you a drink to celebrate the occasion when we get back,”

Javier turned to look at you quickly, giving you a cheeky smirk. You grinned back. You’d done awesome today, a week into this placement and you’d already made an arrest. One bad guy off the street, all by yourself! You’d pissed off Carrillo, and while you were sure it would probably bite you in the ass further down the road, you had made an unforgettable impression and you couldn’t really bring yourself to care that he hated you.

That evening Javier kept his promise and brought you a drink at the bar after work. Sat with Murphy and Javier in a booth, listening as the two of them bickered like an old married couple, you couldn’t stop smiling.

“To Rookie!” Steve drunkenly called out, raising his beer up. “May you keep on ignoring orders and kicking ass!” You cackled with laughter and cheersed your teammates.

This was going to be a great year.

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Next Chapter -->

See! I CAN be nice!!!

translations (as always i am learning PLEASE correct me if these are wrong!)

Te mataré - I will kill you 

puta - bitch

Quien es ella? - who is she

porque esta ella aqui? - why is she here?

yo trabajo con Murphy y Peña - i work with Murphy and Peña

eres un poco joven - aren’t you a little young?

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Wildest Dreams

pairing: captain syverson x reader

summary: it was supposed to be a one night stand, but the connection was too strong. now that he has to go back, you have one fear. based off of taylor swift’s wildest dreams

a/n: my first syverson fic, please be gentle with me! i don’t know why, but i just got sy vibes from this song and this was the outcome. credit for the use of the name ‘logan’ goes to the amazing @littlefreya​!

he said let’s get out of this town

drive out of this city, away from the crowds

Your head rested on Logan’s hard chest, both of your breathing finally calming down. You didn’t know how long you two had been at it, but you were sure it wasn’t going to end anytime soon.

Logan was due to leave tomorrow afternoon and he was determined to keep you in bed for as long as he could. He couldn't get enough of you and you of him.

“Let’s just leave,” His gruff voice brought you out of your thoughts.

You looked up at him with a sad smile, willing the tears to stay at bay. His hand trailed up and down your back in a soothing manner, he could practically feel the anxiety radiating off of you.

“Yeah? Where would we go, baby?” You decided to indulge him for a bit. You both knew it was impossible, but you wanted to live in his fantasy just for tonight.

“I was thinking Canada; take my Texan girl out of the heat and into the snow?”

You scoffed, “Your ass wouldn’t last in the cold.”

Logan let out a chuckle and shook his head, “If I had you, I'm sure i’d be good anywhere.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. Although he wasn’t a man of many, he knew what to say to make you melt.

he’s so tall and handsome as hell

he’s so bad, but he does it so well

i can see the end as it begins

Meeting Logan Syverson was an accident. A beautiful, horrible accident.

You were at the bar for a girls night when you noticed a group of army men at the table next to you. The biggest one with a beard caught your eye. You two silently flirted for an hour or so till he caught you alone ordering the next round for your table.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

The laugh you let out went straight to his heart. You turned to face him and he swore he died and went to heaven because an angel was right in front of him.

“That line work on all the girls?” You asked, already decided that it did, in fact, work on you.

Logan rubbed his neck before speaking, “This my first time trying it out.”

You took the tray of shots back to your table as Logan grabbed some beers for his guys. The tables were soon pushed together and the rest of the night was a blur.

You remember bits and pieces of your first night with the Captain. Stumbling into your apartment, Logan knocking over a table lamp as you clung to him on the way to your bedroom, your dress ripping in half and you having more than one mind blowing orgasm.

Waking up trapped between two strong arms wasn’t bad. Not knowing how the man behind you was going to react, kinda was. You shifted around to find two half lidded eyes looking back at you. You felt yourself blush under his gaze.

“Mornin,’” His voice was even deeper than you remember and it went straight to your core. “I don’t, uh think I said this last night, but names Logan.”

You would’ve smacked yourself upside the head if you weren’t so entranced with the man in front of you. How could you get into bed with a stranger and not even get his name first?

“I’m Y/N.”

Within hours of laying in bed with Logan, you were pretty sure you got his whole life story. In as few words as possible, that is. You were a curious thing so you couldn’t help but ask question after question and for some reason he answered every one.

“So,” You started, “Can I call you Captain?” The roles were switched and his head was laying on your chest. You quickly realized he was a boob guy. Your fingers ran over his buzzed head and down to the base of his neck.

Logan let out a hearty laugh at the way you asked so seriously. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

He pressed sloppy kisses to your chest that made you giggle and attempt to push him off. The giant mass of a man barely budged as you struggled. He finally relented and pushed off of you, only to trap you once again. His arms held his weight above you as he looked into your eyes.

You were screwed, you thought. One night with this man and you were totally and utterly screwed.

his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

nothing lasts forever

Four glorious months with Logan and it was coming to an end.

You sat cross legged on your bed as he paced in front of you, hands clenched in fists.

“Baby,” You called out to make him look at you. “C’mere.”

Logan sagged over to you and sat down. You grabbed his big hands in yours and soothed the crescent marks he had made with his nails. You knew you needed to comfort him and you were going to, you just needed to wrap your head around this first.

Early this morning Logan got a call he couldn’t ignore even if he wanted to. The higher ups decided he needed to go back out into the field and who was he to say no?

“I used to love when I got called out. I’d get too antsy being here alone and I jumped at the chance to leave. But now,” He shook his head and turned to you, “My blood runs cold whenever that phone rings. I can’t look at the caller ID without my heart practically beating out of my chest. I’ve been dreading that call since that morning I woke up to you in my arms.”

The tears were free falling at this point; on both of you. You scrambled your way onto his lap and held him to you as you sobbed. Logan’s hands gripped your back hard, but you couldn’t focus on that.

“I’m not,” He sniffed and cleared his throat, “I’m not spending today crying. C’mon baby, let’s go out to that place downtown and get back into bed.” He stood up with you in his arms and gently let you down.

You looked up at him with red eyes as he cupped your face and wiped the stray tears. Logan pressed a kiss to your forehead as another sob ripped out of you.

say you’ll remember me -

say you’ll see me again

even if it’s just in your

wildest dreams

The loud alarm Logan had set was blaring for a good minute before he smacked his phone to shut it off.

You had planned on waking up early and making him breakfast and helping him pack, but when 8 AM hit, you two couldn’t bring yourselves to separate even for a few minutes.

You had two hours to get dressed and get to the airport so he wouldn't miss his flight.

Logan had you wrapped in his arms, pressing sleepy kisses to wherever he could reach. You couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t cried when Logan finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning. You two got so attached in such a short amount of time and it just wasn’t fair he was being pulled away from you.

“I don’t want you to go,” You mumbled into his chest. “It’s not fair.”

His arms pulled you tighter against him, if that was even possible as he sighed.

“I know, honey, it’s not. I don’t wanna go either, but we both know I have to.”

You hated that he was right.

The drive to the airport consisted of Logan doing all the talking for once. He talked about which guys he’d be with and not that you were really listening, but he knew you needed comfort this time and you loved listening to his voice.

“We’re here.” You whispered mostly to yourself as he parked. You wished you could go back to the night you met and just relive everything all over again. You didn’t want to go back to your empty apartment that over the past few months became his too.

Logan’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders as he checked in and put his bags through. You knew you look ridiculous with your tear stained cheeks and red eyes, clinging to the muscled man in a tan shirt and army pants, but you didn’t care. You didn’t know when you would see him next and that was driving you insane already.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the intercom blared the dreadful message that his flight was now boarding. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips.

“I’m coming back to you, okay? I promise.” Logan cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours.

You poured all the love you could muster into the kiss and so did he.

“I-,” You let out a shaky breath to steady yourself before continuing, “I’m keeping you to your promise, Captain.” You using his rank as a nickname made his lip turn up.

“Of course.”

He pulled you into one last hug before leaving a kiss on your forehead and pulling away. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you watched him walk away. You didn’t realize you were wearing one of his sweaters till you got back into your car and all you could smell was him.

Tears blurred your vision as you sat there and inhaled his scent, not caring about the people walking through the parking lot who were most likely staring at you. You took a few minutes to compose yourself before starting up the car and driving back to the empty apartment that awaited you. You weren’t a religious person, but you were praying to every God out there that your man would be brought home safe.

say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just pretend