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nyasiaaaaa · 4 years ago

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The Little things

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem reader

Word count: 8k

Warnings: established relationship, shooting, angst, Smut (18+), spanking, Dom/Sub, oral sex ( m and f receiving) P in V, fingering ( f receiving), spitting, use of good girl ( once), breeding kink if you squint, Fluff, helmet-less Din ( he only wears it when he’s outside), tw eating

A/N: First time writing smut and first time writing for a Pedro character. For @its--fandom--darling 1k follower celebration!!! Thank you @absurdthirst for all your help. Thank you @aripariii for looking over this.

 You throw your head back in frustration as you contemplate giving up feeding the kid. You had been trying to feed him vegetables for the past week. Every time you wanted to feed him some smashed peas with a spoon, he would use the force to push it into your mouth. You lift your head as you take a deep breath, ready to try again when Din walks in and throws jerky on the table for the kid. You look at Din in disbelief before getting up to clean the mess while you let the kid eat.

“I’ll be back in a few; this shouldn’t take long,” Din announced as he stood in place, scanning the room for his blaster.

“You missing something,” you asked, hopping on one of the crates looking over at him with a mischievous smile

“Give it,” he grumbled out, walking up to you holding his hand out

“Give what,” you questioned as you tilted your head. “Give this,” you smiled, pulling out his blaster.

Din tried to reach for it as you pulled back “nope, let’s make a deal.”

“I don’t have time for games, cyar’ika,” he replied trying to convince you to give it up.

“Then let’s not play any. I’ll give you your blaster if you quit giving the kid what he wants when I’m trying to give him a balanced diet, ok.”

“Ok,” he agrees to take the blaster from your hand.

“Also, you don’t have to rush back for lunch; just make sure you are here for dinner” he gave you a nod in response as he fished, packing up his things.

You pick the kid up and dust him over, carrying him over to Din so he could say bye. Din looked down at his son and ruffled his head before looking at you. He bent down, placing his cold beskar helmet against your head. He didn’t need to say anything you already knew and vise versa. Din straightened up and walked towards the ramp before typing in buttons and letting it down.

As Din was walking away, he stopped to remind you for the millionth time, “cyar’ika, don’t leave the ship, this is one of the most dangerous plants and-“

“I know you’ve told me all this before. I won’t leave me. The kid and I are going to chill here and watch cartoons or something,” you told him, interrupting his repetitive speech.

He stood there hesitantly, debating in his head before choosing to just walk down the ramp and away. You guys never did that stop and turn around things you’ve seen in movies; there was no need to. He was always going to come back; he had promised you.

As soon as the Din was far away enough, you closed the ramp and started getting ready to leave. Dins birthday is coming up, and you’re trying to make him a chocolate cake. In one of your late-night pillow talks, you asked Din what he remembers from his childhood before the Mandalorian, he replies that he doesn’t remember a lot. What he does remember is how every year, for his birthday, his mom would make him a chocolate cake. It was the best thing he has ever eaten in his life, well, the second-best thing he adds a few seconds later.

Since then, you have been collecting all the ingredients you need to make the cake over the next couple of weeks. You have everything but cocoa powder, the most crucial ingredient. You’ve looked everywhere, every plant, every website you couldn’t find it anywhere else but this plant.

You don’t want to go against what Din has asked you, especially because you said you wouldn’t. Still, you just wanted to do something special for him, for his birthday, because he deserved it. After all, he had done for you, you wanted to do something for him even if others might consider it a little thing you knew it would mean a lot to Din.

For example a few months ago, you tried to make sure Din started enjoying his meals more and eating meals more frequently. You did this by eating together like a clan Breakfast, Lunch, and dinner. You and Din sit next to each other at the small table you had built together, the kid in his high chair. Din had to adjust to it but never complained. He even started to look forward to it, rushing back to the ship sometimes after a bounty to make it in time for lunch or dinner.

You smiled, thinking fondly of the memories you’ve created with your clan over the past months as you started getting ready to leave. As you’re finishing up and was about to leave, you activate the droid; you have to watch the kid. This droid you had found in a past mission but never had a reason to fix it until now. You had been working on it the ship during flight and while Din was away on hunts.

When Din had asked you about the droid, you said you were programming the IG-11 to help clean around the ship. Din had been uncertain because of its killing background but ended up letting it go. You had lied though, you had kept the Droids programming and just added few changes to it. The changes were that when you left, its mission was to protect the child and take care of all its needs. It was to kill anyone or thing that came onto the ship unless it was you, Din, or the kid.

The little white lie was never a problem either because you only activated the droid when you and Din were out to watch the kid, and you always made sure to come back to the ship before Din to deactivate it, plus Din never questioned why he’d never seen the droid in “action.”

You set out to the local market nearby, where you were hoping to find the last ingredient so you could make the cake. Since you started a little late today and this is one of the most dangerous plants in the galaxy, you walked a bit faster than usual. The quicker you walked, the more excited you got. You were about to be done getting all the supplies to make the cake, just in time, because Dins birthday was in a couple of weeks. As you neared the market, you prayed to Maker that the thing you’re risking your life over was going to be here. You were incredibly proud of yourself for keeping this a secret from Din without him suspecting a thing.

***********

Din had tracked his bounty to a bar nearby; as he neared the bar, he could hear the noise of people inside. As soon as he stepped foot into the bar, it went silent, some people shaking in fear, others puffing their chest out and rising onto the balls of their feet slightly. Din looked around the bar; it wasn’t a bad bar. It just wasn’t the nicest.

The same color brown wood was throughout, green bar stools, plastic lawns chairs, mice having a party in every corner. Also, the floor was sticky; he could feel it with every step he took, he would have to use a little more effort than usual to lift his foot up, and you could hear it in every step. Din hadn’t spotted his bounty during his initial scan of the room, so he turned to the bartender to ask if he had seen the bounty. The bartender wasted no time and pointed to the backroom as he kept his head down. Din reaches the backroom and sees a smaller room same design and layout as the front with four men playing poker and three bodyguards. Dins usually not a man of words, but he doesn’t really feel like fighting today, so he tells them, “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The choice is yours.”

One guard rushes towards Din and tries to grab him, but Din is quicker; he pulls a blaster and shoots a bodyguard in the chest. He starts getting attacked by two of the bodyguards but takes them out with ease. After the last bodyguard fell to the floor, he heard footsteps pounding against the floor, then pressure is applied to his back, one of the poker players had jumped on him. Din falls backward, crushing the person underneath him; he then quickly rolls over, props himself on one knee, and pulls his blaster to shoot the guy. Din then whips his gun around to the other side of the room to find two people standing there shaking with their hands up, neither of them his bounty. Din snaps his head in the direction of the door he came in as he hears the bell ring that’s placed above the door. He pushes himself off the ground and starts chasing after the man.

*************

You had to go to three different vendors in the market, but you finally found the cocoa powder you were looking for, the lady dared to charge you three times its worth, but you didn’t care anything for Din. You had to wander deep into the market to find the cocoa, so on your way out, you were doing a slight jog. You had hoped you were making good time and would make it back in time, but you had no way of knowing for sure.

***************

Din is chasing after the guy, and he’s so close the guy knows this too. The bounty suddenly stops in the middle of a crowd; he pulls out a blaster and waves it. Sounds of shock and fear echoed threw out the public. Din steps forward to get the guy he needs alive; the man suddenly looks around frantically, pulls the closest person to him, and puts a gun to their head. It was you. The bounty had put the gun to your head. Din’s mind blanks. He has no other thoughts besides getting to you; he doesn’t care if the bounty is for him brought in cold. The bounty had touched what’s his.

Din quickly pulls his blaster ready to fire when suddenly you pull forward, folding over as you push down on your toes; you then spring up, moving your head back to strike the man’s head. The man then stumbles backward from the sudden impact. Din is quick to act as he runs towards the man and then shoots the man in his arm, the man falls to the ground, and Din proceeds to lift the man up and place him in handcuffs.

Din turns towards you to scan your body as he looks for any injuries. His beskar covered face then looks up towards you as he asks, “hurt,” and you proceed to shake your head no. Before you can ask if he’s hurt, he grabs your arm and pushes you in front of him, signaling to walk. You do walk as he follows, dragging the bounty behind him.

The journey back to the ship was quiet, too quiet even the bounty tried to speak on the tensions, “struggle in paradise, eh.”

Din pressed his finger into his wound for that one.

You’d been so distracted by the event that happened you had forgotten about the droid, but it was too late. Din had already typed in the code, and the ramp was coming down.

This was the first time, the one time Din wasn’t the faster person in the room; by the time Din pulled his blaster out, it was too late. It all happened in a blink of an eye. The bounty was dead. The droid shot him.

You were nervous, it’s not like you were in desperate need of the credits, but the money could have help, and you know Din just went through a lot to get him.

“The child is safe, would you li-“IG-11 started before Din shot him. You were about to complain, but then you remember the situation you were in.

You stood in silence for a couple of minutes before deciding to look at Din only to find him staring at you. You turned your head away so quick that pain in your neck started to arise. “Din I-I-I’m so so sorry this is all my fault, I’ll take the blame, ok. Just tell Greef Karga, ok. Can he be brought in dead? I mean, it’s not a big deal, y-y-you’ve done it before. Greef Karga will s-still a-a-a-accept it right …. RIGHT!”

Din didn’t utter a word as he dragged the body onto the ship; he put the body into carbon freeze and closed the ramp. Then he just stood there. He didn’t move an inch. The tension in the air was so thick, you could even breathe properly. You knew this was your time to leave him alone. Earlier, you had noticed that the kid wasn’t in IG-11s arms, so you were planning on looking for him, assuming that he had been put to sleep because this was around his nap time.

“Ok, so I see that you need alone time; I’m just going to find the kid and take care of him,” you said as you turned to go look for him.

You didn’t even get to do a complete 180 before Din grabbed onto your wrist and twisted it, pulling your body closer to him. You could hear the hard deep breaths he was taking as he stared right into your soul.

“Why,” he whispered out, hurt invoice.

“I-I-I,” you tried to speak, your eyes moving back and forth as you tried to find his.

“Why would you be so stupid? I told you not to leave, I told you this place was dangerous. You didn’t listen, why can’t you ever just listen.” He snapped at you, saying every word with a tremble. He let you go and started to walk away from dragging his feet across the floor.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out, your eyes watering up, tears threatening to fall.

Your words had made him stop dead in his tracks. “Are you” he questions as he walks towards you. Each step he took towards you, you took one back till your back hit the wall. You were nervous but weren’t afraid, you knew Din would never hurt you, but you still didn’t like to be around him when he got like this.

“WHAT WAS SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU RISKED YOUR LIFE FOR? DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND THAT YOU COULD HAVE DIED TODAY? DO YOU EVEN CARE?”

You did understand how sideways things could have gone, and you were trying to tell him that, but the words kept getting caught in your throat. So you ended up just slowly shaking your head in agreement.

“Are you sure cause you don’t seem like it? What about that FUCKING droid? You lied to me; why would you do that? You already know how I feel about them, so why would you do that. And to leave THE KID with it. I hope whatever you got was worth it. Just do what I brought you here for and watch the child,” he growled out as he walked away towards the cockpit so he could set our next coordinates.

You stood there for a second shook but started to move to find the kid after the ship took off. He was in your old room, which you and Din turned into a toddler’s room after you moved into his. You picked the kid up and sat down in a rocking chair. You hugged the kid close to you as tears fell down your cheek. You were angry. Din had no right to talk to you like that. You messed up, you understand that, but to yell at you like he did have. Plus, you had risked your life for something for him. It doesn’t matter that he didn’t know it; he should know you better than to just assume that you would have intentionally risked your life for something stupid.

***********

Din sat in his chair in the cockpit, feeling the weight of guilt immediately; the weight of his beskar couldn’t even compare to how heavy this felt. He felt awful; he regretted every word that came out of his mouth. He was just so angry; he had almost lost the only person he has ever cared about since his parents besides the kid. That was no excuse; he has had his fair share of screw-ups, the number of times he has almost gotten killed was too many to try to count on both hands.

He took his helmet off and put his hands in his head. He was stressed after all the events that happened today, but he was most worried about what had just happened in the bay. He deliberated on going down there and apologizing to you but ultimately decided to give you your space and apologize later today.

Din was going to apologize, he swore on Maker, but later that day, when he found you so he could apologize, you were sleeping in your old room. He was tempted to move you to the room you shared but then decide against it knowing you had fallen asleep in your old room for a reason. He slept in the cockpit that night; it didn’t feel right without you next to him. It’s funny Din spent most of his life alone; now he doesn’t even know how to sleep alone.

The next day Din did honestly try to apologize to you, but every time he entered the same room as you were in, you got up and left. Din understood that you probably need space after the fourth time stepping into the same room as you and you walking out. Din decided that you probably needed one more day.

The next day came, and you still were leaving every room he came into. He was sad; he missed the family dinners and lunches, he couldn’t wait any longer, he decided to apologize to you as soon as possible.

Din stepped into the kitchen area around lunchtime; he knew you were cooking something that requires your full attention, so he knew you wouldn’t step away.

“I’m-I’m sorry, I should have never yelled at you like that. I was angry because the bounty tried to run and then held you at gunpoint, he was touching what was mine, and I-I-I took it out on you. I should have never taken it out on you; I’m sure whatever you went out for was well worth it. I’m sorry, cyar’ika, ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.”

Din waited there for something, anything, you didn’t say a single word. You instead finished up your cooking, turned the stove off, and proceeded to fix you and the child a plate before heading off to the cockpit to eat.

Din stood there in shock; this is not how things usually go after an argument. Din stood there for a few minutes as he contemplated what to do next. Maybe he had said it wrong, he thought; Din hadn’t apologized a lot in his life, he could count how many times on one hand, and all those times he had been with you. All those times, you had also accepted it, so Din shook his head of the thought that he had said it wrong. He decided to give you another day to think about accepting his apology.

***********

A day turned into two, then three, next things Din knew, three weeks had passed. It had been complete silence for three whole weeks. Din was dying inside. He barely ate or slept; he missed you, everything about you, even things that seemed stupid. He missed the way your hair smelled, he missed the warmth of your body as he slept next to you, he missed your smile. Din has never been before addicted to something, but he will bet this is what it feels like to go through withdrawal.

He craved you mentally and physically; he had started waking up this past week on the verge of a nut. He always had the same dream to, he would apologize and you would accept. Then he would worship your body like never before, discovering new things about you, what turns you on and how flexible you really are. Each and every time right before he would nut, right when you give him permission to cum inside, he wakes up, every time like clockwork.

*************

It was around lunchtime, and Din sat in the kitchen debating his next move. He needed you. He missed the way you guys used to be as a clan; just him and the kid alone wasn’t the same. He looked up and saw you putting the kid in a high chair and turning to the fridge, taking stuff out to make sandwiches. He laid back, watching you move around the kitchen. You had one of his shirts on with some shorts that you couldn’t see unless you reached up to get something that made your shirt rise.

He watched as you bent over getting something out of the fridge, his dick twitched in his pants. He had been so deprived of you that anything you did got him hard; he grunted as he started to palm himself over his pants.

You had heard Din behind you, you smiled to yourself, you knew he was dying inside, you’d heard it every morning when he was rubbing one out. You honestly had stopped being mad like a week and a half ago. You just wanted to see how long Din could stay away from you; you really wanted to see how long till you had Din Djarin on his knees.

You finished cooking and made some food for the kid and you, but instead of going up to the cockpit like you usually do, you ate in the kitchen. You decided to stand up to eat, leaning over the counter, back facing Din. You moaned with every bite you took, doing a little happy dance.

You had unknowingly confirmed to Din that you were no longer upset and were playing. He had suspected it but wasn’t sure; you would do things like get changed with the door open or take a shower with the door open. He saw those things and thought that you were ready to talk, but when he tried, you walked away. He had assumed that you weren’t ready and wasn’t doing those things on purpose. He knew now, though, that you were playing some type of game, a game he was about to end.

You had finished eating and looked up to find the kid sleep in his chair. You took the kid and put him in his room so he could sleep in peace. You came back to the kitchen to clean up; you felt Din’s eyes on you everywhere you went. You walked over to the crates to put some things from the kitchen up, passing Din as you went. You had felt him before you saw him, his back pressed up against you. You could feel the heat radiating off his clothed body as he pressed up against you. You leaned in for a second before realizing what you were doing. You turned around, trying to leave, but Din stood in your way. You had no other choice but to look up at him and go along with whatever he was trying to do.

“What do you want, Din,” you asked

“I was going to say I was sorry.”

“Well, apology not accepted,” you said quickly, cutting him off before he said another word.

“See cyar’ika keyword, was, “he replied looking at you with his brown eyes

“So what do you want now, Din,” you asked as you walked backward, eventually running out of space as your back hit the wall. You swallowed the lump in your throat and asked him again what he wanted.

He didn’t reply; instead, he reached up and took a finger drawing it from your collar bone to your chest; you shivered as he stared circling your covered nipple before pinching it.

“You,” he said

“What”

“You had asked me what I wanted now, and my answer is you,” he replied.

You were about to question it when he brought his finger up to your lips to quiet you before bringing his hand down and up your shirt to play with your breast. He made a low groan in his throat when he realized that you weren’t wearing your band wrap.

“At first, I was mad that you had put yourself in danger. Then I was a little sad when you started dodging me; it really hurt when you didn’t respond to my apology,” he chuckled. You could hear the smirk in his voice. He lifted up your shirt up over your head. He placed his hands back on your breast and then pinched one of your nipples, making your head fall back as you moaned out loud.

“Then you started playing games with me, messing my head all up. To blame you for playing this game would be wrong of me,” he said as he left you boobs, and his hand traveled up to wrap around your throat. Your body leaned into his touch, your hand reaching out to wrap around his wrist that was at your throat.

His hand squeezed your throat tighter at your silent request as he pushed you back, bringing his head down to bite along your collars before mumbling against your skin, “I realized that it’s not your fault, I should have taught you better, and I will” he said and then quickly pulled away and grabbed a chair to sit down.

“What,” you asked, eyes popping out head. You were confused, but it was too late; Din had already pulled you over his lap. He had pulled down your shorts; he was excited to see that you were wearing a thong, so he left your underwear in place.

“Din, what are you doing?” you questioned as you shifted around on his lap, trying to get a better look at him.

“If you’re going to act like a little brat, then I’m going to treat you like a little brat,” he said as he processed to take his gloves off.

“I will give you an equal amount of slaps on each cheek, and you will count each one out, ok, and safe word is cake, ok, “He asked as he messaged each cheek.

You shook your head as consent, “I need to hear a yes cyar’ika,” he said, giving you a little tap on your right cheek.

You yelped, surprised by the slight sting that followed that slap, and wondered how on Tatooine you were going to endure more, mainly because you and Din have never done something like this before. A slap or two while he hit it from behind, was the closest thing that had ever happened.

“Yes,” you were excited, you’d never seen this side of Din; you might even start messing with Din more often.

Din was smiling; he always loved to try new things with you. He continued to run over each cheek for a few more seconds before he raised his hand and landed the first smack on your right cheek.

“One” You choked out as he rubbed the cheek he just slapped.

It was hard, and it stung, but there was something about it that turned you on.

Din lifted up his hand before smack the left cheek “two,” you tried to suppress your moan. You were kinda embraced at the fact you were getting turned on from this.

When Dins hand landed on your right cheek again for the second time, you moaned loudly as you said the number three. Din smiled at that; he was happy you were enjoying this new thing. Din continued to tear your ass up, each slap hurting more than the last. You were getting wetter with each one to the point where your wetness started to drip down your leg, your underwear no longer keeping it in as it was soaked.

You were preparing to feel a sting on your left cheek for the last slap. Instead, Din pushed you off his lap and set you onto the floor. You laid there confused as he spread your legs open and took your thong off. He got on the side of you and leaned down to kiss you. Your lips captured his in a passionate kiss. You were distracted as Din slipped his tongue into your mouth, so you didn’t see it coming. He had raised his hand and slapped your pussy. You throw your head back as you moan, tears streaming down your face from the intensity of the sudden, overwhelming rush of pleasure.

You shot up before going back down as you raised your hip as he started to rub circles on your clit. He reached down, placing kisses along your neck up and down your neck to your collarbone and back up. He took your ear lobe and brought it into his mouth, pulling on it before letting it go.

These slow circles on your clit were killing you, “Please,” you whimpered as you reached down, placing your hand on top of him, encouraging him to go faster.

He slapped your hand aways, stopping because of you. He rubbed his nose up and down on your ear before asking.

“are you going to be a good girl for me?”

You shook your head up and down, unable to speak as he started playing with your clit again. You didn’t realize that this game you were playing had affected you too till now. You were so desperate; you would do anything he asked just so you could cum on him because of him.

He took his hand away from cunt and brought it up to your lips. You looked Din in the eyes as you took two of his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. You closed your eyes as you moaned, tasting yourself on his fingers. You weaved your tongue around his fingers before you hollow your cheeks, making a popping sound when he pulled them out.

He ran his finger down your body before shoving two fingers inside of you. You moved your hips down to meet the thrust of his hand. Your legs threaten to close as the pleasure builds, nonsense mumbling falling from your lips.

“More,” you begged

“Faster,” you cried as he gave in to both of your demands.

Suddenly he stopped, and your whines of complaint soon turned into a moan as he pressed his tongue against your clit. He shifted so he could wrap his hands around your thighs as he dove in. It was still the best thing he has ever tasted, he thought to himself. Your back arches as he bites softly on your clit before he sucks on it, and he pushes two fingers into you. You reached down your finger through Din’s hair, causing him to moan into you to moan as you clench around him. Din loves feeling the way your body reacts to him, the way you gripped his fingers, his tongue, his dick.

You were close. You can feel it, and so could Din, so he quickened his pace.

“I’m- I’m. “You tried to speak be couldn’t

“I know,” he said, moving his thumb to circle your clit

You were so close, you could feel it in your stomach. You were about to cum when Din pulled his fingers out and started to lick them clean.

You let a puff of air out as you lose your high. You prop yourself on your elbows as you looked at him, throwing your hands up asking why.

“I just wanted you to see how it feels to work so hard for something only to have it taken from you at the last minute.” He said, standing up but never breaking eye contact with you. You choked on your spit when you realized what he was referring to.

You tried to stand up, but he placed a hand on your shoulder, pushing you back down into your knees. You cocked your head to the side, and he just reached down and took your hand, placing it on top of his pants.

You looked up at him licking your lips before unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his zipper; you pushed his pants down along with his boxers down. You spit into your hand before wrapping your hand around his dick as much as you could. You stroked him before sticking your tongue out and licking the tip, then running your tongue up and down his shaft.

He grabbed you by your hair, yanking you back to look up at him. “Don’t play with me,” he said before taking his hand and wrapping it around your jaw to keep it open as he spits in it.

He let you go, and you stroked him a few times before taking him into your mouth. You moaned around him at the taste of him; this caused Din to lose his balance for a second, making him grab onto a crate to balance himself.

You swirled your tongue around his head before going back and forth, taking more of him in each time, you pulled back off of him, but strings of spit still connecting you to him. You purse your lips as you spit into your hand, reaching down to massage his balls before taking him back into your mouth, making sure to lick the pre-cum as you did.

He reached behind your head to grab your hair as he thrust into your mouth, you gag on his dick, but he keeps going knowing that you will tap against his leg if it gets to be too much. Din grabbed on to your head with both hands as he continued to fuck your face; you could feel him inching down your throat with each thrust. He was about to nut; you could feel it as his balls started to tighten. He griped your hair tighter, signaling for you to look at him. “Where,” he asked, slowing down so you could choose.

He let go of your hair as you pulled back, sticking your tongue out. He smiled down out at you before taping his tip against your tongue a few times as he started to stroke his dick. He quickens his paces and grabs onto your head, pulling it tight, so he won’t miss his target. Din grunted as if he was in pain as he painted your face with white streaks. He rubs his dick smearing the last bit on your tongue. You swallowed the bit in your mouth before feeling around your face the rest and swooping it into your mouth. You licked your lips, smiling up at him when you were all done.

He bent down and swiped his thumb across your cheek, getting the little you had left behind into your mouth. You sucked on it for a second before he pulled it out. He grabbed onto your hand, helping you up as his hands cradled your face, and he pressed his lips to yours; he moaned into your mouth at the taste of him. He reaches down to grab your ass before smacking up light and kneading it as you wrap your arms around his neck.

He pulls back, breaking the kiss as he taps your side, signaling for you to jump up so he could carry you. You jump into his arms, and he takes you into the room you shared and lay you against the cot. You lay there waiting for him as he finishes getting undressed.

He got onto the cot and got between your legs; he stroked himself a few times before lining it up with you. He looked up to meet your eyes looking for consent, and you nodded your head, giving it to him. He slowly pushed into you feeling your walls stretch around him before tightening. Your head falls back as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You grab onto the sheets, bunching them into your hands as you feel yourself being starched to your limit. You take your legs and wrap them around Din’s waist. You cross your ankles as you try to push him into you to make him go faster. He stops suddenly, he’s not even all the way in, and he stops. You’re starting to regret trying to make him go faster, you can’t see much, but you can see him smiling. You know that smile, nothing good is about to come out of that smile.

Din pulls all the way out before slamming back into you completely. You didn’t even make a sound because the air is knocked out of you; your back arches as you try to catch your breath. As soon as you caught your breath, he steals it as he leans down for a kiss capturing your lips roughly.

As he continuously pounds into you ruthfully, he takes one of your legs wrapped around his waist and pushes it to your chest to get a better angle to go deeper. You cry out with every thrust, your voice bouncing off the walls, echoing in the room.

“Mine, This body, theses tits, this tight as pussy, it’s all mine,” he told you as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth.

“It’s yours; every part of me is yours,” you agreed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in closers.

You were close, especially after being denied earlier; you need release. Din quicken his paces as he felt you clench tightly around him.

“I-I-I’m close,” you screamed out.

“Cum for me, riduur,” he whispers in your ear.

The name he calls you pushes you over the edge; you clamp down on his dick as you cum. That doesn’t slow him down as he continues for a few strokes riding out you high before pulling out, flipping you onto your stomach, and pushing back into you without warning or rest. You back arch into his thrust as he makes your legs go apart, spreading you wider. He pops onto one knee, driving into you mercilessly as he reaches down to press your face into the mat.

As he’s thrusting into you, you feel one of his fingers circle around your unstretched hole; you guys had been saving that experience, maybe for this moment. “Can I please? I’ll only put a finger in,” he begged you you nodding your head under his hand. He acknowledges the movement as he pulls out, reaching down swooping up some of your wetness before plunging back into you. He teases the hole before slowly pushing his thumb in, causing you to arch your back even more and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “ f-f-fuck, Din” you stutter out when he got fully in.

Din quickens his pace in you as he sets a steady pace with his thumb. This was new to you, so being stretched like this, you were close to began for more; you wanted to know how it would feel to be pushed to your limit in both holes. You decided against it as you feel Din reach under you to toy with your clit, you chocked on your spit as you tried to catch your breath, all this pleasure was becoming too much for you to handle, you couldn’t even seem to catch your breath.

The pressure builds up in your stomach once again as you feel your peak near. You let sob into the mattress as you feel yourself clench around Din like never before as you cum. Your back arching to the point of pain, which only adds to your pleasure. You feel Din slow down; at first, you are confused about what he’s doing, but then you realized he’s watching how well you take him. He’s looking at how your pussy quivers around him with every stroke. He then speeds up for a second, loving the sound of skin slapping and the gushing sound your pussy makes as your wetness flows out of you staining your sheets.

Din chuckles before pulling you up by your hair, pressing your back to his chest, as he starts to thrust into you. Your body naturally arching into him as he reaches up and cups your right breast, moving his other hand down as he rubs vicious circles on your clit. Your tried body slumping against him as he takes you from behind. He knows you’re tired even if the grip you have on his dick says; otherwise, he stills know. He leans down into your ear, telling you, “you have one more in you, I know do.”

You reach up to take his hand from your breast to wrap it around your throat; you gave his hand an extra squeeze encouraging him. You get that familiar feeling in your stomach as he continues to pound into you with one hand wrapped around your throat and the other one rubbing circles on your clit. You whimper as you try to tell Din you close, but your body is too tired to even conjure up the words. Din understood you though, he was close, not far behind you. He knew that the feeling of you coming around him would do him.

You throw your head back against Din’s shoulders as you felt yourself unravel on him. Din places a hand on the wall as he losing his balance the feeling of your tighten around him as you milk him dry, he continues to pump into you, riding out of yours. Din pulls out, turning you onto your back, laying you down before opening your legs and settling himself between them. He pulled back for a second because you had winced in pain, his dick had rubbed against your extremely sensitive mound; he pulled back, readjusting his self before laying back down. He played comfortably in your arms, his head in the crook of your neck as he rubbed circles in your side while you laid there with your arms wrapped him.

Din lifts his head up and leans down to capture your lips in a sloppy but passionate kiss that held a lot of emotion behind it. You pull away, and he pushes his head into the crook of your neck, and you reach up and run your fingers through his loose curly.

“I’m sorry about everything I said, it was wrong, and I was out of line.” He said but face still in your shoulder

“It’s ok. I should have been more careful when I went out; I didn’t even bring a blaster with me,” you replied as you continued to massage his scalp.

“What did you get from the market.”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I hate surprises. Do you not remember the droid.” He asked

“Hey, at least we know it effective,” you said laughing, but Din wasn’t

“Too soon,” you asked, but you knew it wasn’t as you felt Din smile against your skin. You guys fell asleep just like, you holding him in your arms.

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The next day went by so smoothly; you guys were back to the daily routine like nothing happened. Din was excited to get back to the meal sharing, he didn’t say it, but he didn’t have to. You guys had eaten breakfast together but had your lunches separate because you each had your own projects to do. Which is what you told Din, but you had actually needed the rest of the day to set up everything for his birthday dinner and make the cake.

You weren’t even sure if Din knew today was his birthday, but even if that’s true, it will make for a better surprise.

Din was coming down soon; he just had to set new coordinates. You guys needed to come out of hyperspace to get gas before continuing on your journey to the next plant where the next bounty is at, which is two days away.

During one of your trips to the market, you found a pretty little black dress; you were so excited to wear it for his birthday. You don’t even remember the last time you were in a dress, and you knew Din had never seen you with one, so it would be like icing on top of the cake.

You heard footsteps above you move, and you were quick to act as you turned around, lit the candles on the cake, and flipped the light switch.

You heard Din slide down the step and walked towards you; your back was still turned to him, and it was dark, but something was illuminating your face; he just didn’t know what. He reached over to the wall next to him and flipped the light switch on. He turns and sees the kid in his high chair next to you.

“cyar’ika,” He asked, stepping closer to you.

You then turn around slowly, not wanting to make the candles go out. As soon as Din sees your face, he gives you a small smile, but it drops when he sees what’s in your hand. You were nervous for a second, thinking that you had crossed a line or something. Then you saw a single tear roll down Din’s face; you had never seen the man cry. You had been with him for close to a year and never have seen this.

You set the cake down and quickly went over to him, embracing him in a hug. He hugged you back so tightly as if he was going to lose you.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, ner Ridder,” he said, but you only recognized one of the words used.

You reached up and wiped his tears and took his hand and led him over to the cake, Din looked at you before bending down to give you a quick kiss, and he straight up, closing his eyes for a second before bending down and blowing out his candles. You clapped your hands in enjoyment and excitement and reached over to pull in your face for a quick kiss. You heard a slight noise, and you pulled back and turned to see the kid clapping also.

You laughed at that before reaching over and grabbing a knife so Din could cut his cake. Din happily took the knife from you as he cut himself a pretty big piece of cake; he took a fork and a huge bite. Din moaned as he took his first bite, slowly chewing on the chocolate fudge cake with chocolate frosting. His tongue dashes out to lick up any residue that he might have left on his lips.

“I might have to change my mind. This might be the best thing I have ever tasted,” Din said, bringing down the fork for another bite.

You faked gasped, “what does that make me second.”

“You know what? I think I need a refresher, especially with you in that little black dress,” I said, licking his lip, and he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Later, the kid and I are hungry; it’s time to eat,” you said as you shoved him off of you.

He wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed you on the neck before saying, “no, seriously, this is the best thing anyone could have given me. I have a question though, is this what you went out to get” he asked, you hummed in response.

“As much as I love my gift, and I really do, please do risk your life over something like this. All I need is you and the kid, and I’m happy, ok.” He said

“Ok”

Cyar’ika - darling

Ridder - wife/partner

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I love you.

ner Ridder - my wife/ partner

#mando #mando x you #pedro pascal #star wars #smut #din djarin #din dijarin x reader #pedro pascal x reader #the mandalorian #the mandolorian x reader #din djarin x you #nsft text

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daydream-believin · 4 years ago

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What About the Smaller Picture (3)

Summary: Merlin knows best. And what he feels is best for you and Douxie right now is to sit around and wait for him to come back from New Jersey, Merlin-knows-when. (3) You’ve adjusted to Arcadian life pretty well. (1) or (4)

Warnings: Swearing, sleep problems?

Word count: 2474

A/n: sorry this wasnt out sooner I’ve had a week

The curtains were blue. They had a little pattern of navy and white flowers and curvy lines like pottery painted with indigo. You had moved one of Doux’s bookshelves to be the second wall to allow the curtain rod to even be in place. This layout effectively created a nook of sorts around your little bed. To be frank the curtains weren’t absolutely necessary. The space kinda gave you university dorm vibes with the two twin beds across from each other. But there was no way you were letting this guy you barely knew watch you sleep. Even if you were good friends, you wouldn’t let him watch you sleep. That kind of vulnerability was special, reserved for only those closest to you.

Speaking of closeness, Douxie had been very adamant about you not calling him by his full name anymore. Made him feel like you were reprimanding him, he said. You could relate to the feeling, and so you were now being careful to replace all ‘Hisirdoux’s with ‘Douxie’s in your head. Or at least a ‘Doux’. Not ‘Babe’. Who told you that. You definitely never referred to him as Babe in your mind. Nope. That Is Not Something Friends Do.

“And,” Douxie rubbed the back of his neck, “Normally when people call me Hisirdoux nowadays it’s because they want to kill me. Only strangers and enemies call me that. Or Zoe when she’s pissed. So yeah, just Douxie is fine.”

“Just Douxie?”

He chuckled, “Yeah.” You looked up at him with a smile.

“Douxie.” He flushed, nodding. “Well, Douxie, what do you want for dinner tonight.”

That little nook you’d built hadn’t stopped Douxie from trying to talk to you all night, however. You’d think the curtains would be a clear message of don’t talk to me I want to be left alone but Doux hadn’t really taken that hint. You tried your best to brush him off the first few nights, even pretending to fall asleep. It didn’t stop him. By the fourth night you spent in Arcadia, you gave in. You had trouble sleeping anyways, as it was apparent so did your roommate, so might as well indulge him. It’s not like ignoring him did any good. Instead of staring at a blue-light screen that messed with your circadian rhythm, you talked about nonsense with Doux. And it was good nonsense. He was way too funny. Or maybe it’s that thing where if you’re into someone then everything they say is hilarious. You’ll never know. But it was nice, either way.

The funny thing was that not only did you actually start to like this, but now it was becoming hard to sleep without it. He helped. Your whole life you stayed up late, and then tossed and turned all night anyways. Now your bedtime routine was talk to Douxie for a few hours, slowly falling asleep, and then you’d sleep the whole night through like a baby. No more restlessness. No more waking up over and over again. Even if you did, you could just listen to him snore for a bit and fall right back to sleep. You guessed it was the feeling of safety he provided. Like someone was watching over you, even when you were at your most vulnerable. You’d never really had that luxury before.

You had started noticing the trouble coming back when he would stay out late sometimes. And Douxie was gone one night and you suddenly couldn’t sleep at all. This was bad. A problem, if you will. But no matter. There were more pressing things to worry about.

Like the fact that all week, Douxie had been hinting that he had something you two were going to do soon. He would not tell you what it was. In fact he was taking quite a bit of joy in dangling this “surprise” in front of your face but not telling you anything about it. It was driving you a little crazy. You hoped what he had planned was nothing too wild, though. It’s not that you weren’t down, you were just tired. But you could use a little shaking up. This bookshop existence was boring. You weren’t boring. You had enough crazy stories to last an immortal lifetime from growing up in New Jersey. Not just modern-day Urban New Jersey. Early colonial Quaker-dominated New Jersey was wild too. Especially as one of those infamous New England witches. Maybe Douxie was taking you on some magic errand. That would be great, you were dying to do something actually in your job description ever since you got here. Not that working in the bookshop wasn’t nice, it just wasn’t magic. You were craving magic.

But alas, as the sun was setting and the last patrons left the store, life moved on as mundanely usual. You flipped over the sign, scratched a sunbeam bathing Archie behind the ears, and started the process of re-shelving all the damn books that customers left strown about. The sunset turned the bookshop pink. There were fewer cars rushing by. Now that there were no customers, it was very peaceful. Just you, Archie’s snoring, and the soft lute music playing. The music was lute covers of popular songs, and at this point you were pretty sure it was Douxie himself who recorded this shit.

Speaking of Douxie, you hadn’t seen him all day. It had made working the bookshop extra extra boring. Like if he wanted you to be free labor, he could at least give you the decency of his lovely presence. But no, it was just you, all day long. All by your lonesome, with nary a cute theater-kid adjacent wizard to keep you entertained with his company. It was a travesty really. But anyways, where was he. Better not be having fun without you.

You like to think your thoughts summoned him. He came in through the back door, panting, disheveled. Singed? He frantically looked out the door’s window into the alleyway from which he had just came from, looking for something. Whatever it was, he must have seen it, since he looked panic-stricken. In a painfully obvious attempt to swallow the fear, he turned to you, trying his best to sound nonchalant.

“SO. You know that thing? The surprise? Well. It is here a little sooner than I expected it to bE—” A loud crashing noise came from the alleyway. “Oh, fuzzbuckets.”

You dropped the book in your hand. “WHAT DID YOU DO.”

There was another very loud crash, this time closer. Douxie glanced back for less than a moment before rushing over to you, taking you hand.

“I’ll just have to tell you on the way love, come on!”

You two fled out the front door of the shop like your tails were on fire. Speaking of tails on fire, once you rounded the shop to the alleyway, you found out just what Douxie had been running from that was making such loud noises. Hellheetis. Five large hellheetis. Blazing bright in the Arcadian dusk. How the neighbors haven’t already called the cops or the fire department was a mystery. The large lion-like creatures growled, stalking down the alley. It was only a matter of seconds before they smelled and or spotted you and went back into the chase. You had to make a plan and fast. Distracting you from your thoughts, Douxie nervously laughed beside you.

“hehe, uh, could you believe there was only one of these at the start?”

You slowly turned to the wizard, “Did you,, hit them, Hisirdoux?” You could call him that now because you were in fact pissed off at the moment.

“Only twice.”

“Only twice… Okay”

“I may not be the best at monster identification. Or remembering which tactic to use for which.”

“I can see that.” You tried to keep your voice as calm as you could, which got a little easier to do as the hellheetis turned down a different alleyway, putting some more distance between them and you. They were still searching though, that was apparent. Thankfully the stench of the alley trash was keeping you covered.

“Believe me, Archie gets onto me about this all the time.”

“It’s okay… just. I think I have a plan. But one of us has to be bait. And it’s going to be you.”

“That’s fair.”

You sprinted up the stairs of the bookstore and up through the ceiling hatch onto the rooftop. You first instinct was to get them to the center of the square, where you could use the fountain as a water source. The alley they had started going down opened up to the square anyhow. It would have been a straight shot. But dear Mr. Casperan made a fuss about that being too out in the open or whatever.

Next solution. The bookstore’s rooftop had a facet, Douxie told you. You’d like to imagine it was put there so some nice old lady could have had a sweet rooftop garden without too much hassle. Maybe you should start a sweet rooftop garden. You and Douxie could have a little oasis in the city up here. You could grow veggies and flowers for your table. Maybe make a cute little picnic area. Stargaze at night. The facet. You quickly found it and made work of turning it on. Or at least you tried your best. You could hear roaring, getting louder, getting closer. The scary growls and roars were punctuated by Douxie’s frantic footsteps, grunts, and gasps. Please don’t get eaten, Douxie.

The facet was so rusty, it took all of your strength to get it to budge. And then nothing came out really, the hose attached to it lifeless without so much as a trickle. You tried to unscrew it from the facet to see if there was a problem and the metal part of the hose disintegrated in your hand. Okay. No water was in fact coming out of that facet.

Imaginary sirens rang in your ears. You had to get water, fast, or your partner was gonna be kit & kadouxle. Hellheeti chow. Growl mix. Douxies. Fiery feast. The big cats were gonna eat him okay. After managing to get the facet turned as fast as you could, fueled on pure adrenaline, and still getting little to no water, you made a judgement call of fuck that. Magic time. To be completely frank here that should have been what you had done in the fucking first place, but hey, fear dulls the mind.

Gathering up as much water as you could, like, metaphorically feel in the pipe, you pulled that shit out with all your might. Aaaannddd because of this you may have not actually remembered that you would need to catch said water in order to, you know, use it. Instead of a nice bubble to be used at your discretion, a magic roof-water tidal wave washed over you and over the side of the building into the alley below. Thank your lucky fucking stars that Douxie just so happened to have gotten the fire felines to the right spot in time. The uncontrollable rain rushed down, dissipating the hellheetis, soaking Douxie darling, and flooding not only your alley but all the alleys connected to it. Holy shit, stop it! STOP IT! It took a second, but you did finally get the river to stop pouring out of your rooftop. Fingers crossed there were no basement windows open and all your neighbors had flood insurance. And that no one saw. Can’t be connected to you if no one saw right. Shhhhhh.

You peered over the ledge to see if Douxie was alright down below. He looked like a cat caught in the rain himself. You probably did too. Douxie’s soaked bangs covered his eyes. Nevertheless, he was able to see you up on the ledge and gave you a thumbs up. You awkwardly returned it.

Toweling off your hair, and now in nice dry pajamas, you walked out of the bathroom to join Douxie on the couch. His own hair towel hung around his shoulders. You took a moment to enjoy how cute he looked all ready for bed, cozy in the blankets on the couch. And that semi-wet hair was looking pretty nice too. You only allowed yourself to linger on this for that moment however, as you remembered you were supposed to be mad at him right now. You crossed your arms as you approached the wizard.

“SO, dearest Hisirdoux, may I have the decency of getting to ask the question, WHY.”

“Funny story really.”

“Really?” You raised a brow

“Really.”

Douxie fidgeted with his hands. You watched this little nervous gesture intently as you sat down next to him. He took a deep breath before beginning,

“First thing. You’ve been here for some time now, and I thought it was enough time for me to start sharing my little, er, excursions with you,” Douxie’s face flushed a little, “I like monster hunting, and now that I know that I like you, I thought I’d like it more if I brought you along with me?”

Your face was flushed a little too now. “Hey, stop it, I need to be mad at you.” Yeah well the smile you wore gave up any pretense of that. Sorry.

“I didn’t know how familiar you were with monsters or how skilled at fighting you were, so I decided to go get some test monsters from Mervin the Monster Dealer, just to make sure our first time would be safe. FIRST TIME MONSTER HUNTING TOGETHER.”

You stifled a chuckle. “And you didn’t just ask me?”

“It was supposed to be a cool surprise okay.” He buried his face in his hands.

“… Hellheetis?” Safe monster your ass.

“Yes, I mean no, I- Mervin sold me the wrong thing alright. I thought I was buying those cute little fire sprite things you can easily just put out with your boot.”

This time you did not hold back that laughter. And you laughed, and Douxie laughed, and soon both of you were uncontrollably cackling until you were out of breath. Archie came in to see what the commotion was about and then promptly turned back around to go back to his spot in the window. You clutched your chest, still cracking up despite the lack of oxygen. Douxie wiped some tears from his eyes you were sure hoping were just from laughing too hard. You rubbed a hand on his back.

“So, I think I’ve had enough excitement for one day. How bout movie night?”

Douxie’s tired eyes smiled at you, “Yeah, I think that would be lovely.”

“Hey, I had a good first monster hunt, Douxie. Thank you,” You pulled your cold feet up under your legs, “But could you stop hogging the blankets!”

#douxie x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #douxie x y/n #tales of arcadia x reader #douxie imagine #hisirdoux casperan imagine #Douxie Casperan x reader #tales of arcadia imagine #douxie #my writing #watsp

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floatingpetals · 5 years ago

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Call of the Mountains || Ch. 7

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes (Werewolf AU!)

Warnings: A sprinkle of spice towards the end, other than that nothin’

Word Count: 2700+

Summary: (Werewolf-AU!Stucky x f!reader) Life had begun to overwhelm her. Work was insane and her life was a mess. There was a tug in her soul that called her to take this trip, deep into the forest away, where there was the peace and stillness of nature. She didn’t know why, but she knew she needed to listen. It was meant to be a relaxing trip, but one misstep on some moss sent her tumbling into the rapids of the flooded river. She thought she was gone and the earth decided it was time to reclaim her. She didn’t expect was to be pulled from the river nor the creature that saved her. Her entire world is turned upside down and all it took was an accidental step to the left. (18+ Only Story)

A/N: Are you ready?! Are you ready?! Are you ready?! (Imagine this in an announcers voice) Cause things are starting to pick uppp!!! Gah I’m so excited about this chapter. FINALLY. Things are happening and I am HERE FOR IT. I hope you all enjoy and as always please reblog and let me know what you think! Even it’s you smashing your face on the keyboard I will adore it!( I swear even though I forget to reply I read all your comments and I love you all so much!!) Ennjjoyy!!!

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A deafening boom sent Y/N’s eyes flying open wide, her heart in her throat. She shot up in the bed, gasping in a panic. What the hell was that? She stared around the dark room in wait. A flash came from the window, lighting the room for a split second. Another rumble grew, softer this time and swelled into a louder crash that vibrated the room. Y/N’s stomach dropped. The storm had come.

She shoved the blankets off the bed and ran to the window, throwing open the curtains. A groan bubbled up in her throat. It was dark but she could hear the rain beating against the window, the wind roaring through the trees. No, it can’t! Yes, the clouds hovered above when she fell asleep that night, but she hoped it wouldn’t rain. It couldn’t. Yet here it was. Every bit as treacherous as it looked hanging above.

There was another clap of thunder that caused her to jump with a start. And then she heard the groan of the power shutting off, the light from the alarm clock on the bedside table going black. Shrouded in darkness, Y/N felt her stomach drop. There was an annoyed curse from the hall and a thump before quickly retreating footsteps.

Stumbling over to the door, she grasped around for the handle. Peaking around the corner, she could barely make out anything in the darkness. The occasional lightning strike lit up the hall, showing she was alone. She took in a deep breath and stepped carefully into the hall, running her fingers along the wall. She followed the hall, only stubbing her toes twice and cursing wood baseboards before she came to the living room.

The shades had been pulled up on the windows and showed the room when the lightning struck through the sky. She vaguely made out two large shapes in the kitchen by the back door huddled together. Even over the rain pelting on the rooftops above, she could hear their soft murmurs as the spoke to each other.

“Shit, this is worse than I thought it would be.” Steve, she realized, muttered irritated.

“I’m just annoyed the generator went out.” Bucky exhaled.

“Tony said it was all good the last he checked. The backup generator should have flipped on when the main stopped working. I don’t understand. One of us needs to go check it out.”

Y/N felt around the living room, making sure she didn’t trip over the furniture and made her way quietly across the room. Her eyes had begun to adjust, and she could finally make out Bucky and Steve standing side by side glaring out the windows

“I’m not going out in this!” Bucky bit back sharply.

“What happened?” Y/N called out behind them. The two men nearly leaped out of their skin. Bucky yelped and spun around, while Steve slammed against the windowpane in fright. The twang from the glass pulled a snort from her lips, and Steve shot her an irritated glare. Struggling to stop her giggle at their expense, Y/N bit her lip and apologized. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Jesus, doll.” Bucky clutched his chest and sucked in air. “When the hell did you get there?”

Y/N shrugged. “Not long. Something about a generator?”

Steve, still pressed against the window, grunted.

“Generator went out and now the backup isn’t working. We were deciding who gets to go check it out.”

“In this?” Y/N asked in disbelief. “Absolutely not! We can go without power until this passes.”

There was a growl, intense and furious. Y/N jumped at the sound, the rumble from the growl vibrating in her chest. What in the world? She thought dumbfounded. It sounded like a growl from a dog, an incredibly angry canine. Did they have a dog and she didn’t see it? What made it so angry?

“You’re telling us what to do now?” Steve snarled.

“Steve.” Bucky snapped and stepped between them. “She’s right. We can barely see two feet in front of us as it. The winds are fast enough it could bring down a tree and we’d never know until it’s on top of us. We don’t need to go out until it blows over.”

The rumble came back, not the thunder above, but the rumble from the enraged snarl. Y/N’s breath caught, and her body began to shake in fear. She glanced around the room, trying to find the source of the sound. She didn’t know where it was or what it was, but she knew danger when she heard it. It was so close she could feel the power in the vibrations shaking her bones.

“Steve,” Bucky urged, dropping his voice low. He placed a hand on Steve’s arm. “Stop. You’re scaring her.”

Steve huffed and pushed him aside, stomping around Y/N towards the stairs. She watched his shadowy figure move without hesitation up the stairs out of her sight, taking the dark cloud he wore over him with.

“Sorry about him.” Bucky sighed. “He’s a little… edgy. This was a freak storm.”

Y/N trembled slightly, still shook up over the mysterious noise. Bucky must have seen her tremor, he reached out and gently rubbed her arms. What was Steve’s deal with me? She thought miserably. He’s hated her on-site, and she had no idea why.

“He hates me…” Y/N mumbled. She heard Bucky inhale sharply. He tugged her into a hug and held her tight.

“No, he doesn’t,” He reassured. “Steve’s always been a little careful with new people. He just has to sit and get to know you.”

Y/N really doubted it. She pretty much got the message loud and clear. Steve didn’t like her and most likely wouldn’t be changing his opinion anytime soon. Knowing there was nothing else he could say on the matter, Bucky decided it was best to leave the living room and move from the spot of discomfort. Gently nudging her back to the hall, Bucky held her securely against his side.

“Let’s go back to bed. Like you said, we can’t do anything about the generator till the storm passes. Might as well get some more sleep.” He said softly.

Y/N nodded and leaned against his side. His heat soaked into her body, chasing away the strange chill she felt from earlier. Her breath caught when his impossibly warm hand settled on her hip and pulled her closer. His thin t-shirt did little to hide the pure slab of muscles he was made of and she could feel everything pressed against his side. The smell of a citrus body wash and a smell she could only pinpoint as him hit her nose and warmed her insides.

Her cheeks started burning when her mind began to wander. Nope, nope, nope she thought quickly. She can’t think about that right now. Bucky was just being nice; she didn’t need to go and salivate all over him just cause he was making sure she got to her room safe. Right, focus on that, she thought. He seemed able to cross the large room and miss all the furniture. She chalked it up to him living here long enough to know the layout like the back of his hand.

“Fortunately, we have a new generator that we can hook up if the other two don’t work.”

Y/N snorted. “You have a back up for your back up?”

“Well!” Bucky chuckled. “We wanted to prepare ourselves, and clearly, this is proof enough we aren’t totally crazy on getting the third one.”

“Yeah okay.” Y/N laughed and nodded. “Fair point.”

He stopped at her open door and gave her hip a gentle squeeze. She titled her head towards his face and could see the soft grin on his face as he stared back. The storm still raged on outside, but inside there was a stillness in the air that made Y/N’s stomach flip. It occurred on her that she didn’t feel out uncomfortable in his arms. In fact, she felt almost at home against him. There was a pull to him she couldn’t ignore, welcoming and warm. She hadn’t realized they both were leaning in until she felt his hot breath against her lips.

A flash of lightning light up the hall, briefly giving her a glance of Bucky’s face. Dark grey eyes bore into hers, the lust unmistakable in his stare. It tempted her to close the distance and finally give in to the call. A second later the crash of thunder overhead made Y/N jump, effectively cutting off whatever spell she was under.

Reluctantly, Bucky let her slip from his grip. He fingers drug over her hip, skimming across her skin from her shirt that had ridden up under his arm. It sent a jolt down Y/N’s back. She had to step back, to get away from this. She was stunned how her body reacted and how willing she was to lean in and press her lips against his. From the look in his eyes, Bucky wouldn’t have protested.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Bucky said softly and pulled back. Y/N whispered a soft goodbye, barely audible over the rain on the roof above. She didn’t move until Bucky’s door clicked softly behind him. Jerking out of her stupor, Y/N flung herself into the room and shut the door behind her. She was trying to forget how her legs began to tremble and her insides turned to molten lava at the heated expression he sent her way before shutting his door.

Nope, she thought and threw herself on the bed. There is no chance in hell this could ever happen.

Right?

Bucky shut the door, his grip on the metal handle so tight his knuckles went white. He almost lost control. He never lost control. His wolf, the animal inside him he’s spent years having solid control over was howling at him to go back and take what was his. Mine. Mine. My mate.

His breath caught in his throat. No that couldn’t be right. She wasn’t his mate. There was no way. For one, she was human. And two, she was human! His wolf had to have it wrong. She wasn’t his and never would be.

Nevertheless, even Bucky couldn’t deny that something changed. Maybe it was because she was human that he didn’t notice it before. The pull he felt, the little tug in his heart that drew him to her. It’s why he stopped at the waterfall.

There was something about her smell that intrigued him, and then something about her that caught his attention. If he hadn’t caught her scent in the wind, would she have ever slipped? Maybe she was meant to, and perhaps if he ignored her call, there was no doubt she would be at the bottom of the river. Instead, he listened to the little voice. It led him to save her, spend all day with her, holding her and watching over her as he fretted about her injuries. He felt the tug but that could have been his compassion attracting him. Why is it now that his wolf had it’s full attention on her?

Bucky sank down on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the wall of glass windows in front of him. He didn’t see the rain pelting the glass or hear the wind howling through the trees. His mind only lingered on her.

Perhaps it was her being so close, sharing the same space as her. She didn’t smell like it yet; she had only been in the guest room for a short time. But it was enough time for her smell to start to twist and merge with his. Even now, he could smell her if he focused. It was soothing and cozy. Like home.

Earlier, she somehow managed to sneak up on them in the kitchen. They didn’t hear her come up, she had to have stumbled through the room in the dark and no doubt should have run into a few things. Even the rain couldn’t mask her stumbling. Only one person could ever fly under their radar, a shifter’s animal would only ever be at ease with the presence of someone that it didn’t see as a threat. He didn’t hear here because his wolf knew already. It hit him like a ton of bricks. Now the reaction he had when he saw her at the waterfall made sense.

Holy shit. She’s my mate.

Falling back against the mattress, Bucky felt all the air rush from his lungs. He found his mate. Somehow, luck decided to go out and find her for him.

He went over the emotions he felt standing at the door with her, holding her against his side. It felt so right like everything had finally fallen into place. He could smell her so strongly, could see each and every breath he took. His eyes were better than hers after all. He could see the dark as well as he could in the day. So he saw it all. The way her breath hitched when he tightened his grip on her waist. How her eyes darkened, and pupils grew when she leaned in. Her smell was growing thickly sweet, like honey waiting to be devoured. He was so close to tasting her, his wolf was howling for a kiss. But the spell broke at the clap of thunder and he needed to run. He had to. She was injured and in a strange location. He couldn’t take advantage of her. He wouldn’t.

Even with his wolf snarling in his mind, Bucky knew he couldn’t act on this. Not when it meant he thought of Steve. Steve showed no signs of her being his mate. And that’s what worried Bucky the most.

They were a set pair. Odd as it was, two alpha’s a pair. In nature, it would never happen or ever work out. However, it worked with them. They grew up together and did everything together, despite being from different packs.

Steve and Bucky’s fathers were both close, they had gone to the same college and met through their classes. Their mothers would always roll their eyes when remembering the two older alphas in school. Steve’s mom had mentioned once it was like seeing twins separated at birth with how similar they were alike personality-wise. It was what made things work between them. The two decided to move to the mountains with their packs but have their own respective territories.

It wasn’t uncommon for them to meet up with pack members from the other. It helped give them more protection, to trade off watching over the younger members. That’s what Steve and Bucky did. Steve was smaller, hadn’t quite gotten into his skin just yet, which meant Bucky made it his business to watch over his friend until he could hold his own in a fight. To them, it just made sense. Of course, like in any pack, there were always those few who didn’t like the notion of another pack being so close to their territories, but over time and after many disputes, they grew to appreciate and recognize the good it brought.

When it came time for Steve and Bucky both to step up and take over for their fathers it only made sense to combine the packs. Steve and Bucky were a pair, one wasn’t far from the other. The packs had time to brace themselves for the strange but obvious decision. It wasn’t until they became one pack that Steve and Bucky recognized what this meant. It hadn’t dawned on either of them until they both stood side by side as Alphas.

While they might not be physically attracted to each other, they realized there was a bond between them. Bucky was attuned to Steve’s emotions and vice versa. If he thought about, he always had been able to feel Steve’s emotions, even as kids. For instance, Bucky could feel the rage and frustration Steve had constantly boiling under the surface. Bucky had been worried about him for a while now.

Going further back, he could still remember with Steve before they-. No. Bucky shook his head cutting that memory off in its track. He wasn’t going to remember that. It was a mistake. A mistake that made Steve how he was now. A mistake that he wished they could take back.

Groaning, Bucky rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. Anything to stop Y/N’s smell from invading his senses. He’d have to keep fighting this pull, to ignore the call, he needed to. He couldn’t regret something if he never acted on it.

Right?

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Return to Me - Chapter Four

Chapter Four: Sorry, baby.

A/N: I’M SO EXCITED FOR YOU ALL TO READ THIS CHAPTER AHHH. I may have been listening to In a Crowd of Thousands from Anastasia while writing this, so maybe you all should definitely listen to it while reading this chapter?? As always, let me know what you think and ask to be tagged if you want!

Oh! Oh! Y/N/N stands for ‘your nickname.’ I usually just picture it as an abbreviated version of your name but to each their own.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Word Count: 4,897 Synopsis: With the horrifying news of Starkiller Base’s immense powers, tensions are high among the Resistance. Before they can mount an attack to take out the planet-destroyer that is intent on destroying them, the reader and Poe have a few things to get off their chests.

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Poe took off his helmet and shook out his sweaty curls, squinting as the sun hit his face. A light feeling was in his chest for the first time in a while. It felt good to have finally done something right, especially considering that because this mission was a success, he could stop feeling guilty about messing it up in the first place.

As he dismounted from his X-Wing and began talking to one of the mechanics nearby, he heard frantic beeping. He looked around for the source of the noise, glancing across the landing pad to see the culprit moving so fast that he looked like a bright orange ball rolling to him.

“BB-8! My buddy!” he cried, running to the droid as well. He embraced him and listened as he explained what happened since he left him on Jakku. BB-8 told him about Rey and Finn, his daring escapes from the First Order, and finished his tale with how he just yelled at you. Poe laughed at the droid, patting his head. “Well, thanks for looking out for me, buddy.”

“Poe? Poe Dameron!”

Poe lifted his head at his name and saw Finn, a man he thought dead until hearing BB-8’s story, running towards him. With a gigantic grin, Poe raced to him and embraced him tightly. Finn told him everything about the mission: how he escaped Jakku, meeting Han Solo, and his role in the fight on Takodana. Once he was done, Finn looked at him pleadingly.

“I need your help.”

“Alright,” Poe said with a nod.

He led him back to the situation room, finding everyone scurrying around in a panic. He pushed through the crowds until he spotted General Organa, talking with you.

Surprising himself, Poe smiled at the sight of you. The high of the successful mission was still carrying him happily until he got closer and his smile fell. There were tears staining your cheeks and your eyes were downcast, looking at your hands in your lap. For a moment, he forgot everything that had happened between the two of you and took a step to come comfort you.

“Who’s that?” Finn asked. “She came to Takodana with General Ogana.”

“Queen Bhavisama, queen of Naboo,” Poe answered, the name not sounding right. “Y/N,” he said. Finn nodded his head and looked at you. His eyes watched you, almost for a moment too long, before he frowned, taking in your teary face as well.

“She’s beautiful,” Finn said sadly.

“Yeah,” Poe said with a frown, “Don’t get ahead of yourself, though, buddy. The queen can’t be in any kind of relationship.”

“There can’t be a king?”

“Nope,” Poe said, maneuvering his way through the members in between them until he was finally at Leia’s side. At his approach, you started to wipe the tears off your cheeks with the back of your hand. Poe looked down at you sadly, wishing he could do something to make you feel better, before remembering why he came over.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” he said, again looking at you, “But Finn needs to speak to you.”

“And I need to speak to him. Y/N?” Leia said, looking down at you. You sniffed and looked up at her, putting on a forced smile.

“Right. I need to reach out to Naboo anyway.” Leia took your hands in hers as you stood.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. You nodded, glancing up quickly at Poe and Finn. You gave them a small, sad smile before excusing yourself. Poe looked in between your disappearing figure and Leia in confusion.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“The First Order tested out their new weapon on the Hosnian System. It completely obliterated Hosnian Prime and all surrounding planets. The Galactic Senate, the Republic fleet, everything was destroyed.”

“Y/N’s parents,” Poe said, letting the horrifying realization wash over him. Not only had your parents been lost, but billions of lives on top of that were lost, too.

“Yes,” Leia said. Poe took a step towards the door, not sure what he was going to do, but feeling as though he needed to do something, until Leia gave him a stern look. “Poe, I need you here. The First Order destroyed the Hosnian System as a test,” she said exasperatedly. “We have to assume that our base will be their next target. We need to get ahead of this.” He sighed.

“Yes, General. What’s the plan?” he asked. She turned her attention to Finn, touching his shoulder kind-heartedly.

“I promise, we will do whatever we can to get your friend back, but first I need you to tell me any and all information you have about the First Order and their weapon.”

“Sure,” Finn said, taking a seat as Commander D’Acy pulled up the incomplete schematics of Starkiller Base.

“This is all we’ve been able to compile so far. Whatever gaps you can fill in would be a great help,” D’Acy said.

“I worked on the construction of Starkiller,” Finn said enthusiastically, leaning in to describe the layout to a nearby engineer. Leia stepped over and stood by Poe, looking up at him. He could feel her eyes on him, watching his face to gauge his reaction to seeing you like that, but he didn’t want to talk about it right now. She was right, he was meant to stay here. He signed up to save the galaxy from the First Order, not to take care of you. That job ended two years ago.

“Commander,” Leia said, her smile evident in her voice. “It seems like Finn’s got this covered for a moment. If you need to go see her, go.”

“I’m needed here,” he said, looking back at the map of Starkiller as Finn started to piece it together.

“Y/N might need you, too.”

“Y/N hasn’t needed me for a long time now,” he said with a scoff.

“That’s not true.” Poe kept his frown on but nodded, still focusing on the map.

“Now’s not the time.”

“Are you two ever going to talk again?” He looked at her with soft eyes. He truly didn’t know, either.

“Maybe when this is all over.”

“I wouldn’t wait that long,” she said, strolling back over to the Holo table.

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After leaving the crowded room, you let your tears fall down your face freely. Everyone had gathered in the meeting room, so no one would see a queen cry for her fallen parents. When you reached your room, you set O9-I2 to contact Naboo as you tried to fix your smudged face, hoping not to worry them right off the bat.

This time, Loré answered. She smiled at you until she looked into your eyes.

“What happened?” she asked instantly.

“The First Order has a new weapon, they call it Starkiller Base. It’s a planet-destroying weapon, and they tested it today on the Hosnian System.” Loré’s mouth formed an ‘o’ in shock. “The entire system is gone. Hosnian Prime, the senate, the Republic fleet, my parents,” you added weakly. “Everything and everyone.” Loré let out a breath, taking a seat for a moment so you could only see the top of her head. “I need to come home, but I can’t just yet. The First Order must be planning a new attack by now, and I’m sure our location will be next.”

“Do you need a rescue?” she asked as she stood again.

“No. I can’t put our people in danger like that.” Loré gave you a trying look. “I cannot put my people in danger to help the Resistance. No matter how important I think they are . . .” you trailed off, not knowing what else to say. You wanted Naboo’s fleet here more than anything, but something in the back of your head was telling you no. It wouldn’t have been what your father wanted. Or the senate, for that matter. When it was still in existence, the senate had forbidden anyone from engaging with the First Order openly. The least you could do was honor one of their final wishes.

“Alright,” she said with a frown. Although you were both trained at keeping your emotions to yourself, you could see how deeply this was affecting her, too. She must have known someone in the Hosnian System.

“I’ll stay in contact,” you said.

“Of course, my lady. Be safe.”

“You, too,” you said, signing off.

You took some time for yourself, trying to cope with the monumental grief of losing both your parents in a few minutes. You could only give yourself these few minutes, though, knowing that you had to get back to the control room quickly. The First Order would most likely be powering their weapon soon, and if they weren’t, it needed to be destroyed before they could.

When you walked back into the control room, your eyes locked with Han’s. You walked over to him and he put an arm around you comfortingly.

“I’m sorry about your parents,” he said. You gave him a small smile.

“What’s going on here?”

“Well, Big Deal here is about to give a debriefing of Starkiller Base,” he said, nodding towards Finn.

“On his first day?” Han laughed and stepped forward to survey the Holo table. You watched from a few feet back, listening as Poe began the debriefing.

“The scan from Snap’s reconnaissance flight confirms Finn’s report,” he said.

“They’ve somehow created a hyper lightspeed weapon built within the planet itself,” Snap said.

“A laser cannon?” an officer asked.

“We’re not sure how to describe a weapon of this scale,” Poe said simply.

“It’s another Death Star!” exclaimed Major Ematt.

“I wish that were the case, Major,” Poe said disappointedly, pulling up an image of the Death Star and a much larger image of Starkiller Base.

“So, it’s big,” Han admitted. Monstrous was a better word for it, you thought.

“How is it possible to power a weapon of this size?” Admiral Ackbar asked.

“It uses the power of the sun,” Finn explained, “As the weapon is charged, the sun is drained until it disappears.” Racking your brain for how to take down a weapon of that scale, with the power of the sun, you watched as an officer ran to Leia’s side, giving her a note that had terrible news on it, according to the look on her face.

“The First Order is charging the weapon again now,” she said. “Our system is their next target.” Everyone began to panic, and they were only drowned out by Han speaking up again.

“Okay, how do we blow it up?” he called over the chaos, “There’s always a way to do that.” You looked around the group, but no one seemed to be able to come up with a plan until Leia pushed them.

Admiral Statura pointed out that there would need to be a thermal oscillator to power the weapon, and Finn confirmed that there was one. Soon enough, with input from multiple voices around the Holo table, a plan was hatched to destroy the oscillator. This would cripple the base, making it possible to destroy Starkiller and save the Resistance from destruction.

However, the only way this plan was going to work was for Han and Finn to get on Starkiller Base and take down the shields, so that Poe could lead Black Squadron on an attack to eventually destroy the oscillator once those shields were down.

“All right, let’s go!” Poe called. Everyone started scurrying around you, running to their respective missions. You searched for Leia, unsure of where she wanted you to be and found her talking with Poe. As you approached, they finished their conversation. Leia looked more annoyed than before.

“What can I do to help?” you asked, watching Poe’s back as he walked out of the room.

“I need you to leave,” she said with a frown.

“What?”

“For your safety, we will not be keeping you on base during the attack.”

“Why? I can fight.” Leia frowned, looking up at you with sympathetic eyes.

“If the plan doesn't work, the base will be destroyed and there won’t be any more fights to have. There is no way we can risk your safety like that. If I could have it my way, I'd have you right by my side, but you are still queen of Naboo.”

“This is the entire Resistance! If the base gets blown up, we’ll have no chance of defeating the First Order.”

“I know. Which is why you must continue the Resistance. We will put our faith in everyone involved in the mission, but you must be off-planet when we fight. Only a few brave souls will remain here, everyone else will be ready to evacuate at a moment’s notice. If the worst happens, we are placing the future of the Resistance in your hands.” You took a deep breath, realizing how much responsibility Leia was leaving in your hands.

“Thank you for trusting me. I won’t let you down,” you said, mostly because that was what you assumed she wanted you to say, not because you were confident in your abilities to make her proud.

“You’ll need to leave soon,” she said. “Now would be preferable.” You laughed gently and nodded your head, looking back at the door that Poe had just left through.

“I will. There’s just . . . something I need to do first,” you said. She smiled at you, sensing exactly what you were going to do.

Thinking about the last time you saw your parents, the petty fight you had gotten in over nothing, you knew you didn’t want to leave things the way they were with Poe. You had two long years to think of what to say to him, and as you made your way towards the landing pad, all of that disappeared from your mind. Truthfully, you had no idea what to say to him, except apologies for everything that happened, and one other thing that was too hard for you to admit right now.

Just as you were pushing open the door to the landing pad, Han called out to you.

“Y/N! Wait up,” he called, jogging to your side. “Got a minute?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said, nodding to a table in the corner of the room. He followed you over and sat down across from you, worry written all over his face. “What is it?” you asked, “I’ve never known Han Solo to be afraid of a fight where all the odds were against him.” He gave you a smile, shaking his head.

“I do well against the odds,” he said, making you smile back.

“Then what’s the matter?” you asked.

“Leia and I discussed a plan.”

“Right, to take out Starkiller Base. I know, I’m not supposed to be on—”

“No, something else.” You raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to explain. “Leia has asked me to bring Ben home.”

“Ben’s gone,” you said instantly, setting your jaw to keep from saying any more. Ben was long gone, you had all accepted that years ago. You felt like screaming at Han, wanting to bring him back to reason.

��We have hope that he can still be redeemed,” he began gently. “He’s still our son. Buried deep down, corrupted by Snoke, but he is still there. You knew him better than most. You don’t think there’s a chance he’s still there?”

“When Ben ran off, he came to me before. I begged him to stay, told him I would do anything to stop what he was about to do, but he refused,” you said weakly. “I made my decision to leave the Resistance, to leave Poe, because I knew he was completely gone. If I had any hope that Ben was still there, I wouldn’t have left. He is gone, Han.”

“Leia has this feeling,” Han said with a sigh, seeming like he didn’t believe in this plan, either. “She just knows he’s still in there. I don’t know if I believe in Ben, but I know I believe in Leia.” You nodded your head weakly.

“Me too,” you said. Han nodded his head, as if your agreement was all he needed to fully commit to this mission.

“Any advice on what to say to him?” he asked.

“Nothing I said to him worked the first time.”

“Well, if your charms didn’t work on him than I doubt mine will either.”

“You’re his father. That means more to him than anything I ever said or did,” you said. “I’m sorry I can’t give you any more advice, but if anyone can bring him back, I do truly believe it’s you, Han.”

“Thanks, kid,” he said, reaching across the table to pat your hand in a surprising show of affection, “Now go find Poe.”

“How—”

“I always went to Leia before a fight, too, even when we weren’t on speaking terms.”

“Any advice?” you asked, standing with him.

“Nothing I ever said worked, either,” he said with a smile, “But I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Just say what you feel.”

“Thank you, and good luck.”

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“Commander.” Poe looked up from his preparations for the attack to find Leia standing a few feet in front of him.

“General,” he said, standing up and wiping his grease-covered hands on his pants.

“I fulfilled your favor.”

“Thank you,” he said, sighing in relief. That was one last stressor on his mind.

“She’ll be furious when she finds out.”

“Y/N is too important to risk. She’s the only chance for survival if this attack doesn’t go as planned,” he said plainly.

“And I’m sure that’s the only reasoning you had in asking me to keep her off the planet until the attack is over,” Leia said with a smirk. Poe sighed and kept her gaze.

“It is,” he said.

“You know, you could have asked me for anything? Anything. And yet, you used your favor to protect her. Maybe that spark between the two of you isn’t truly gone,” she said thoughtfully as she walked away. Poe laughed quietly to himself as he turned back to his final prep, thinking about you for a few moments before someone else turned his attention.

“Ready for this?” Finn asked.

“Yeah,” Poe said with a smile and nod. “Are you?”

“Not really, but for Rey, I’d do anything.”

“I know the feeling,” Poe said. “You’ll be great. Plus, you’ve got me and BB-8 up in the air, watching over you.”

“That’s right, the best damn pilot in the Resistance,” Finn said, patting his shoulder.

“I’ll see you after,” Poe said with a smile.

“Good luck.”

“You, too.” Poe turned from him, now needing to rush to finish his prep, just as Finn spoke again.

“Your Highness.”

Poe turned his head at the title and saw you standing a few feet from him. The cape over your shoulders billowed gently, matching the swishing of your long hair. You gave a polite smile to Finn, but when you looked at Poe, your eyes gave away your nerves. You had your hands clasped in front of you as you took a deep breath.

“Y/N,” he said, suddenly feeling weak as he looked at you.

“Hey,” you said, looking over your shoulder to make sure that Finn was gone.

“Shouldn’t you have left already?” he asked.

“I’m about to head out, I just wanted to see everyone off,” you said. You tried to keep eye contact with him, but every few seconds or so you would glance off around the base as if holding his gaze for longer than five seconds was too much for you. He looked into your eyes, though, and didn’t stop.

He didn’t know how it was possible, but he had forgotten how much he loved your eyes. The longer he stared into them, the more shades he swore he could count. Although your nerves were plainly displayed on your face, he could still see through them to the woman he had fallen in love with so many years ago.

Too long had passed as he stared at you, and he had to shake himself back to the present. Neither of you had said anything, standing farther apart than you used to. He tried to comprehend what was happening. This was the first time you had spoken to each other in the last two years, and now that you were in front of each other, all the emotions you had felt when apart simply fell away from the both of you, leaving you both speechless.

“I’m sorry,” you said, taking a breath. “I didn’t come over here just to stand awkwardly.” Poe laughed and shook his head.

“It’s alright. I’m glad you’re standing here awkwardly.” You smiled at him gently, warmth running to your cheeks.

“I just needed to tell you a few things before you took off. I didn’t want to leave things in case . . .”

“Right,” Poe said quickly. “In there?” he asked, nodding to a small shack attached to the landing pad, the one equipped with all the tools and parts required to repair their ships. You nodded your head and followed him over, stepping in first as he held open the door.

Once he closed it behind him, he realized how small the room actually was as he got a view of every eyelash on your lids. You laughed nervously, taking a step back as much as you could without knocking anything over.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize it would be this cramped,” Poe said, “I was just hoping for some privacy.”

“It’s alright,” you said with a gentle wave of your hand. Poe looked into your eyes, watching you gain up the courage to say whatever it was you were going to say to him. You opened your mouth a few times, but couldn’t find the words.

“Y/N/N, I don’t mean to rush you, but I am on a time limit here,” he said with a grin. Your heart sped up at the nickname and you nodded your head.

“Sorry, sorry, I know. I just,” you sighed, taking a deep breath, “I just don’t think I can say it all here. I don’t think we have the time.”

“The abridged version then,” he teased. You snorted, finding some strength in the gentle way he was with you.

“I’m sorry,” you began. “About everything. If things were different, I don’t know,” you said, shaking your head. “But I wish we hadn’t left things the way we did. I hated hurting you, Poe, please believe that.” He clenched his jaw as he nodded.

“I do.”

“And I know that I should have come seen you since I’ve been back, but with everything going on—”

“You don’t need to apologize for that, Y/N. I could have come to see you, too.”

“I’m sorry that we’re in this mess,” you said, shrugging.

“Me too. But it’s not your fault.” You nodded and sniffed back a tear. “What?” he asked.

“I hate this,” you said sadly, smiling at him. “There’s so much I want to say, but, I don’t know how.”

“How about I talk for a minute?” he asked. You nodded your head, looking grateful. “I’m sorry we’re in this mess, too. I avoided you, too, and I know that was a mistake. I just couldn’t face you yet.”

“I understand,” you said weakly.

“You don’t,” he said, shaking his head. “Letting you go was the hardest thing I have ever done, Y/N, and I worried that if I saw you again, I wouldn’t be able to let you go again.” You smiled at him painfully as a tear trickled down your cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb. “I’m sorry we have to do this now, for this reason.”

“So am I.” Just as you were about to continue, a voice over the loudspeaker instructed that all pilots needed to be at their station.

“Looks like we’re out of time,” Poe said.

“You should go.” He nodded his head and turned towards the door slowly. Before he could go, though, you grabbed his forearm. He turned back to you just as you threw your arms around his neck. He hugged you back just as fiercely, not missing a beat as his hands snaked around your waist. He rubbed your back gently, wanting to remember what it felt like to hold you, really hold you, in case this was the end. Your fingers were in the hairs at the nape of his neck, playing with the curls.

Another voice over the loudspeaker reminded you both where you were needed a minute later. You broke away first, looking up at Poe sadly.

“Y/N, I—” he started. You shook your head and put your fingers over his lips gently.

“I know.” He nodded his head, taking one last look at you before he opened the door. You were just about to step out with him when he looked back at you.

“One last thing,” he said.

“What?”

“I asked Leia to get you off base.”

“You did?” you asked in shock. “Why?”

“Because I believe that the future of the Resistance would be safe in your hands, if worse came to worse.” You gave him a gentle smile. “And another reason I’ll save for when I get back.”

“Alright,” you said with a laugh. “But now you really need to go.”

“I know,” he said, walking out the door. You followed him to his X-Wing, waving at BB-8 as they both climbed in. He gave you one last look before he took off, focusing on the movement of your lips as you mouthed a ‘good luck’ to him.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Your eyes followed Poe’s X-Wing, long after he had left the atmosphere and out of sight. A few moments later, Han, Finn, and Chewbacca took off in the Millennium Falcon, as well. You tried not to think that they were heading off to their imminent doom, but it was hard to do when their chances for success were so slim.

“Y/N.”

“General,” you said, looking over your shoulder to see Leia approaching.

“You should get going.”

“I will. I just . . .”

“Want to watch him for as long as possible?”

“It’s not like I can still see him anymore,” you said with a laugh, looking back up at the sky.

“But damn if you won’t still try.” You smiled back at her, nodding hesitantly.

“Which ship do you want me to take?” you asked, looking at the few ships left on the hangar.

“None of these.”

“I thought you wanted me to get off base.”

“I do, but I wouldn’t let you leave on your own. I doubt you could, anyway,” she said with a smile.

“My fear of flying has gotten much better,” you lied.

“Regardless,” Leia said, “I’ve arranged a different ride for you.” Before you could even ask, a ship shot out of hyperspace, up above D’Qar. Instantly, you recognized your royal starship. “Nové answered my call immediately,” Leia explained. “She’s going to fly you away from D’Qar and see that you are safe until the mission has ended.”

“And you?”

“What about me?”

“You’re a legend, Leia. The Resistance isn’t the Resistance without you.”

“Well, maybe it’s time for new legends,” she said.

“Not just yet. Keep in touch,” you said, looking over your shoulder to see your starship landing. “Force forbid anything goes wrong, but if it does, you’ll get off-planet as quickly as possible?” you asked.

“Yes,” she said with a nod.

“Good.”

“I’ll see you after the victory,” she said with a grin. You hugged her tightly, pushing away the thought that this could be the last time you could do so, and tried to think with the same confidence Leia had.

“I’ll be waiting,” you said, pulling away from her. Leia nodded and waved you off to your ship.

Just as you took a step towards it, the landing bridge extended and Nové appeared at the entrance. You beamed when you saw her and raced forward to wrap her in a tight hug. She hugged you back just as tightly, clearly missing you, too.

“Ready to go?” she asked, holding you back at arm’s length to make sure you were really and completely okay.

“I am. I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron imagine #star wars #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron fanfiction #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #return to me #star wars fanfic #sw #sw imagine #sw fanfic #sw fanfiction #leia organa #han solo #the rise of skywalker

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veryrealimagination · 4 years ago

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Whumptober 2020 - Days 4 and 5

No 4. RUNNING OUT OF TIME

Caged | Buried Alive | Collapsed Building

No 5. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?

On the Run | Failed Escape | Rescue

Fandom: Psych/MacGyver 2016 (Trust me, this wouldn't have been let out of my head if I could have avoided it.)

“Sandbox.”

The man in question raised his head from the computer he was watching over. The program that was copying relevant files from the company server was running. No one had stopped by the server room in eleven minutes since he managed to get in. Their person that sneaked into the guard position was halfway through a tour of the floor they were on. “Mastermind,” he said, taking a look outside.

“We’ve got a problem,” she said, voice tight.

Psych interrupted, “The guards don’t know anything. Everything’s good on this end.”

“Yeah, but one of their plans just got triggered.”

“Which one?”

“R and B.”

Psych smirked at the unintended joke. “I wouldn’t mind a change in music.”

“Hilarious, Psych,” Sandbox muttered.

“Keeping the mood up.”

“As much as I, quote unquote, love R and B, it’s the raze and burn they kept peppering into their ideas. They aren’t going with clean slate. Too risky.”

Sandbox double checked the computer. Nothing had interrupted it. The program was getting closer to completion. “Clean slate’s too risky?”

“The human factor. Someone could talk. Raze and burn is going to take out anyone connected to their project along with the computer work.”

Psych nodded to the guy at the computer monitors. New guy, it’s his first week. Out of sight, he took notice on how there were fewer guards than he remembered a few days ago. And how most were newer. “‘Mind, how was raze and burn going to work? Hit men coming in or accidents on their way home from work?”

There was tapping on the computer. “Shit.”

“Language.”

“English.”

“‘Mind, that joke got old the second time.”

She bypassed, “Raze and burn’s going to destroy the entire company. They have a layout on how to kill everyone. From the CEO to the maintenance guy and anyone on site when they perform this.”

Sandbox asked, “When’s this happening?”

“Today.”

Psych stopped in his walk. “What?”

“I think when we started copying the files, it alerted them to our presence. They’ve got a clean team heading to the building now. And something’s in the building. They already have it rigged.” She paused, and they heard her breathing on the other side to control a slight attack. “Sandbox, where’s the computer at?”

He turned back to the program. Downloading was complete, but it was running a virus scan. “I’m good on my end. Packing up and heading down.”

She nodded, knowing what he was going to do. “Psych, cover a fire alarm and pull the lever. Let’s see if we can’t evacuate and cause some chaos to keep them from killing on sight.”

The other man grabbed a plastic trash bag and found the closest fire alarm. Pulling, he saw the plastic be hit with blue dye. No alarms went off. “Mind, something’s going wrong.”

She didn’t answer, as the young woman in question was checking the alarm, which also should have sent a signal to the fire department. “Bad news, they disconnected the building. Pulling the alarm shut all outside system warnings off,” she said, switching gears. “Psych, go manual. Start warning people.”

“What do I use?”

“Go with the truth. Domestic terrorist about to descend on the building. Get them out and into the businesses around the area. One building goes down, horrible tragedy. Ten businesses get attacked, something’s suspicious and it brings attention.” Her fingers flew across the keyboard to get into a different document. “Sandbox, let me know when you’ve passed on the pack.”

Psych went back to the guy at the monitor. “Hey, I think we have a problem,” he said, “I saw someone unidentified going down one of the stairwells. He was talking to someone on the phone.”

The man looked up. “What about?”

“Making everyone here pay. Said it was going to be bigger…”

“Bigger than the Bath School Massacre.”

He didn’t go with that. No one remembered that and she needed to stop trying to make history lessons on the go. “Bigger than the recent shootings. More explosive.”

The newbie’s eyes widen. “Oh, not good. We need to evacuate everyone.”

Psych nodded, “Yeah, and the fire alarm has been disabled. I already tried that to get people out.” He held up the trash bag that he used to pull it and showed off the ink that covered it.

The guy had the whole shocked face going. “I better call the other floors. Will you start getting everyone off this floor and move to the other ones?”

Being on the top floor sucked for getting to the servers, but it made up in getting out easier. Now he had a legit excuse to get to the ground floor. “No problem.” He hurried out and started running around. “Mastermind, update?”

She was tapping on the other side for a moment. “The security on the other floors is also unusually light. The calls just getting through and they’re working on getting people up and out to the surrounding businesses. Sandbox is done. He dropped off the pack and is heading to the basement.”

Psych stopped in the middle of the floor he was vacating. “Wait, why is he going to the basement?”

“Because I’m a former EOD tech and I still know how to disable a bomb, Psych.” The man himself interrupted. “Mind’s directing me to the support columns that they’ll target to bring the place down. Get to her, grab the pack, and get to the Point.”

‘Are you kidding me?’ he mouthed before double timing himself on getting people out. Most were already up and heading out with company laptops and other items that normally they would leave behind. They were taking this seriously.

The place was cleared out as soon as he got to the ground floor. Or the regular people that would heed the warnings were getting out. The last people there were the security guards who were triple checking for stragglers and the supposed terrorist before leaving as well. One had gone down and was unlocking doors.

Psych found Mastermind in the small office that had been empty for months. The secondary pack was at her feet. “The team’s almost here,” she reported.

“Good, that’s means we’re leaving, right?”

“Not yet,” Sandbox stopped, “’Mind, who’s left in the building?”

She switched back over to the cameras. “Just us and a guard waiting at the main entrance.”

“Police here?”

“Not yet,” Psych said, “And if my lovely wife told me anything-“

“Taught.”

“No, told. If there’s a terrorist and a bomb threat, they’re sending out the big guns. We should expect SWAT and-“

“An bomb disposal unit. Yeah, Psych. I figured. Same field, remember?”

Mastermind interrupted them. “Great, except the cleaning team got here first.”

Psych looked over her shoulder. “They’re scanning the crowds, but they’re not attempting anything.”

“Yeah, but only because cops are right behind them. SWAT’s on the scene, Sandbox.”

“Bomb crew?”

“No, but the cops that are following behind just rushed the crew in.”

“Get yourselves out.” Psych shook his head and barricaded the door to their room, a cheap desk shoved under along with anything else he could reach. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

“Nope,” the other man proudly said, going to the other side and checking windows. They both jumped when something pounded on the door. After two minutes, the attempts to get in stopped.

Mastermind warily looked before switching to a camera feed. “Don’t look so happy, Psych, they're not giving up. Two are still out there.” She followed the other ones on the floor. One was in the lead, guiding them straight to a basement door. “Sandbox, they're coming down. How many devices?”

“I’ve seen two, but a place this size would need about four to six.”

“What a coincidence, there’s about four to six guys in the building. We’ve got two, and, I think three went down the stairs.” She switched the camera feeds to try and track the enemy. After about thirty seconds, her feeds started developing static. “Ummm.”

Psych was over her shoulder in a second. “Hey, Sandbox, someone’s messing with the cameras,” he said. After a minute, it cleared up, but ‘Mind was going through code to see what was happening.

“Do you think they belong to one of the companies?”

She continued tapping, trying to keep everything on track. “Doesn’t look like it, but they may have brought in a new player.”

For three minutes, they held a tense version of cat and mouse. The guys outside of the door hadn’t moved. Psych was watching in case they came through the window. Mastermind was waiting for someone to start attacking on the computer, but nothing was happening. Sandbox had managed to avoid the three people that was hunting him down.

In the middle of a defusal, someone managed to get the jump on him. Sandbox had to divert attention from it to take down the man. However, the bomb activated, giving them thirty seconds. Mastermind noticed. They didn’t. “Sandbox, get out, it’s a lost cause. Out, now!” she ordered, “Psych, grab the bag and get out the window. You know who to contact.” She quick slept her laptop and packed it up, gathering two other cords to throw over her shoulder and follow out the door.

The two on the outside had run off after being warned about a bomb going off. Unknown to them, the other triggers had been activated, set to go off at the same time as the partially de-armed one. Psych barely got out from the radius before the building let off a giant blast from its base. “Mastermind? Sandbox?” he hissed into the mic, “Guys!” Someone grabbed his shoulder and swung him around.

Sandbox woke quick. He was grateful to have thrown himself to protect his head. However, it didn’t save his lower half. A beam laid across his lower leg and he could feel something jammed into his back. He hoped that it wasn’t dangerous enough to need a hospital. They couldn’t enter one at the moment.

One of the guys that had been hunting him laid nearby. The beam nearby and a dented skull said that that guy wasn’t getting back up. He felt a little sorry for the guy, but not enough to feel horrible about it. He didn’t hear anything nearby, and he regulated the other two into a non-important status. The blast likely blocked them in other rooms, unless they had been killed as well. ‘Or if they ran out of the building.’

His two partners, he assumed got out. They had the evidence about what the company had been doing. Both knew where to go. He told him about his friends. They had the connections and the ability to do something if they couldn’t. However, Mastermind was determined to stay until he was done, and Psych would have stayed to help and protect her.

‘Mind was the one that warned me. She probably got caught up in the blast.’ That thought was enough to get him to start trying to move. Shifting around, the item in his back cause a spike of pain, and then he felt something coming out. “Fuck,” he moaned, double checking and groaning when he saw blood on his fingers. Someone groaned to the left of him. He swung his head around to look but couldn’t immediately see anything. “Fuck.”

Mastermind touched the side of her head, a trail of blood coming down. Pain that had been in the background radiated for a moment before fading to a thump. She glared at the drywall that had a bit of her blood on it. The floor she was on had multiple walls break down, including one that caught her off guard as she tried to make it to a secondary exit. The bag on her back saved her from a large piece of metal from impaling her. The metal got its revenge on the laptop instead. It didn’t stop a piece of drywall from ripping her arm open or another piece from slamming into her ribs.

“Okay, check yourself before moving again,” she muttered to herself. Her arm hurt. It was deep. It needed stitches and a booster shot. Prodding her lower chest resulted in sharp pain. Nothing was shifting, however. “Owww! Okay. Ribs, maybe. Umm.” What was the indications of internal bleeding? Bloating? Maybe? How was she supposed to check that?

A sound from the end of the hall snapped her neck to the right, making her wince at the new pain. Two people in black were coming forward. She couldn’t tell if they were from the company, but they may have been waiting outside out of the camera view. Guns weren’t out, but she was reading orders about capture and contain again.

“One of three found,” one of them reported.

“Shit.”

Psych was hustled over to a decidedly not SWAT vehicle. He was about to stave off help when the one that approached him tugged on the bag. “Ah, no, sorry, this bag stays with me,” he said, holding onto it with a fist.

“Shawn Spencer, husband of Julie Spencer, Chief Detective in Sacramento, you two just had a child,” the woman standing near the bumper listed. “You’ve been on the run with one of my operatives and another person. You’re coded Psych due to the former business you had in Santa Barbara.”

A woman in the cab mentioned ‘off-handedly,’ “Sandbox is a friend of ours.”

Sandbox. Okay. He was going to call them, but they came to them. Awesome. The guy that was trying to get the bag was allowed to take it so the woman in the cab could start working on it. “Sandbox was down in the basement, trying to disable the bombs set at certain pillars.”

“The third person, Mastermind?”

“Inside, ground floor. We were near an empty office by the back entrance.” The woman outside nodded to four people. They rushed in, weapons at the ready. Two found a staircase almost uninhibited from debris and went down. The other two started a sweep of the ground floor.

The ground floor was littered with walls and broken decorations. There were parts of the floor that were starting to sink into the basement, making it harder to get through. Weapons drawn, they were prepared to stop anyone in their way.

The area near the offices were splattered with office furniture and other small items. They didn’t hear anything, and there weren’t traces of anyone managing to get themselves up and out. About to report in negative, they heard someone shout in pain. Moving as quickly as safely possible, they turned the corner and saw nothing. Scanning, they saw blood on a wall and checked around.

A gunshot answered their heads showing. The two of them shot back, trying to hit the two men dragging the woman out a standing exit. One got hit in the arm, but they ducked out of sight before they could continue.

“Ma’am, exit on the east side. They have the girl,” one reported.

“Go after them.” She pointed to a spare agent to try and surround the small group. Psych waited anxiously for good news. Mastermind wasn’t law enforcement. He wasn’t either, but his experiences prepared him better than the young woman that was plucked from her boring existence. He and Sandbox silently figured that out within the first week of their captivity. They kept each other sane.

Good news turned to bad when one man came back with a cheap backpack that had a pole sticking through it. One drop of blood came off the end and splattered on the ground. “Fuck,” Psych hissed.

“The other two went down to help dig out MacGyver, ma’am,” he reported.

She nodded at the news. “Mr. Spencer, if you will get in the back with my agents, your wife and friend are waiting at our headquarters.” He frowned before clambering inside.

Sandbox woke up with a familiar ceiling above his head, but he didn’t remember what Phoenix mission he was on that got him injured. Until he remembered Masterminds voice, worry painted on her words, Psychs exactly the same. The ceiling caving above him and the dead hired hand that he saw later on. How am I back at Phoenix?

“You scared me, kid,” a voice interrupted. Confused, he turned to see Jack leaning up against the wall, where he could keep an eye on him and someone else. He turned to see Psych conked out in the only seat. “Maddie called me three days after you disappeared, when they realized it wasn’t normal.”

“When did you get here?” he asked, barely able to get the words out. Never mind why or how, the fact that Jack was here at all was a welcomed sight.

“Five days ago,” he said. “Been trying to figure out what the hell the three of you were doing. Psychie over there.” He waved to Shawn. “Told me about World War Three and some of the smartest people being forced to cause the damn thing. That you stopped them and were getting everything you could to bring these guys down.” He smiled, ruffling the younger man’s hair as he knew only he could get away with.

He groaned at the motion, hand slow to come up and stop him. “And what about Mastermind? Is she working with Riley?” He didn’t like the worry on his face. “Where’s Mastermind, Jack?” His mind jumped quickly to the worst possible conclusion.

“Alive, but we’re trying to find her,” he stopped, “The guys they sent recaptured her. The laptop was secured and Riley’s working on that.” The hand didn’t go on his head again, but on his uninjured shoulder. “It ain’t your fault, Mac.”

“Just bad luck,” he muttered, remembering one of Mind’s favorite sayings.

#whumptober 2020 #whumptober2020 #no.4 #no.5 #collapsed building #failed escape #rescue #descriptions of injuries #psych #macgyver 2016 #omg #i do not like my formatting disappearing

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lasttimeonthenegaverse · 4 years ago

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If you care to know

Sometimes things may or may not be posted in the actual story. Sometimes they are. Sometimes we don��t know yet but the plot bunny slams our head into the wall until we’re bleeding out. ...... So, Enjoy this glimpse into the past that you may or may not see in story proper....I’ll stop rambling and get on with it. WARNING-Suicidal idealization and vague mentions of Child Abuse. This is the Nega-Verse after all

ND~DD~ND~DD~ND~DD~ND

"If you're going to kill me, just do it" NegaDuck stopped dead. Two hours this kid had been locked up in the room and he'd been kind enough to bring her food for THIS BULLSHIT. Actually, she was looking at the food, beak curled like it was poison.

Run that by me again

" he grit out. She blinked softly.

"I have a pretty high tolerance level. Not to mention, it's all been administered before. So if you're going to kill me, just do it. That probably won't work. Just give me stomach cramps and make me vomit...I’d prefer not to" She shrugged as she spoke so matter of factly "It would be refreshing if you just wrapped your hands around my throat and squeezed instead of breaking my legs so I'll beg better." The bitterness in her voice was born from a tired sort of resignation and Negaduck stifled the growl building in his throat.

"Just eat the damn food! You'll need it. I have a point to prove and a bet to win" and the older duck turned to leave her alone with the suspicious bowl of....tuna????? Maybe? It may have been been a born of a fish....once upon a time.

"Please not alone. Don't go...anymore. I need" her eyes were darting around the room as she curled into a little ball. His sneer got worse. Maybe Pad was right...about her being deadweight but....but there was something else. He's seen it. She robbed those people

blind

. Just by card sharking. She was able to bat those eyes at even him and managed to scramble out out range of his chainsaw. She was smarter than she seemed. But this

soft

shit.

"Just fucking eat. You need your strength. After all, after tonight I can guarantee you'll life's gonna change....

permanently

" her little face hardened at that, but she took a bite of slimy sludge and choked it down as he left the room.

An hour later found Gosalyn, NegaDuck and LaunchPad standing outside of a broken down amusement Park. The Child's eyes were riveted on a toy still hanging up and for dear life at a stupid rigged game of 'skill' some plush princess with an over-sized head and a more over-sized cupcake dress. Fucking pathetic. It was dingy and the rhinestones barely had any shine left. But yet,

that’s

what caught her attention. Not the obviously more important manic duck with the gas gun waving near her face. Said gas gun went off, hitting the ‘princess’ directly, setting it ,and the booth, on fire. LaunchPad chuckled at the action.

"Will you fucking pay attention!?" Gosalyn turned back to the masked villain and for just an

instant

her eyes were brimming with murderous intent. "Now. As I was saying. This is LaunchPad" and she looked at the Pelican before raising an eyebrow at the Duck. "I murdered my way through a few crime families to get to you. LP thinks it was a waste. SO were gonna see if it

was

or not. 10 minutes. Don't let hin catch you and on my word as a criminal mastermind, your suffering will end. Deal?" She considered it. He said he'd murdered three crime families.

A waste?

There was no way that was a waste, he had their

territory

now. For her...what did he mean for her? What did he want from her? End her suffering....she eyed the gas gun on his hip, the one he'd used to start the small fire. A hit like that on her...point blank.... No more.

"Deal"

LaunchPad cracked his neck, which was her only warning before he lunged. Unfortunately, he was fast. She just barely managed to jump and scramble away before he was on top of her again. Heart full of adrenaline she took off scrambling through the ruined fairgrounds. She wasn't stupid. Negaduck said if she lasted 10 minutes, her suffering would be over. No more prisons, no more poison, no more being used or slammed against walls, no more card sharking for food and getting it stolen practically from her throat. No more

HEDIOUS GREY PANTSUITS

Just that gas gun and by her temple. The man behind her would likely break

just

enough bones to keep her from going into shock while she slowly either bled out or starved. Nope, no thanks. She wasn't turning to see how close to her he was. Instead her arms went out, grabbing at a post and using the momentum to swing herself a few feet further ahead of the corner she landed on. The prison issued shoes had metal soles. They weren’t great for running, or

landing

fuck

. She'd have issues if her feet were broken. Bleeding and bruised she could deal with....just don't let them break! He was gaining ground again. She could hear him breathing. Nope. Running was a

terrible

idea. He had an advantage, he was bigger than her, meaning his legs were longer. No matter how much she dodged, he'd catch up. But dodging was better than running in a straight line. So she tucked her legs underneath herself and rolled right into the both area. She heard his grunt of frustration and chanced a look back as she stood up. He was right there slamming his body through a booth as he chased her. Smashed through. But the yellow tape she'd glanced behind him....Hmmm, ideas but she didn't have time to think to much. She at least learned how to slow him slightly, taking off again to slide beneath another booth. She was able to get up and start running again a few second ahead of his destroying the thing. And now she was looking for yellow.

THERE!!!

She took off right for it. Yellow tape....police tape....condemned building. And He was smashing everything. She slid under the rotting wood, the grey sleeve of her uniform tore off as she entered, but there was blood rushing in her ears and the 'door' wouldn't hold back the sentient tank for long. She took off running in a random direction to get an understanding of where the hell she..... Was that her? She raised a hand and so did the duck in the mirror. She could see the exhaustion in the set of her shoulders. Her short hair was an absolute mess, suffused with dust, dirt, debris and so frizzy on would think she'd stuck a fork in a socket. Rage grew in her at seeing the thing in the mirror.... She'd be dead soon. That was a comforting thought. More comforting than the ominous banging sound growing. She took off again, deeper into the mirror maze. It was actually a few minutes until she heard him again. He must have taken off the other way. She felt the blisters forming and something wet. Hopefully the shoes wouldn't leak the blood. That could be problematic. He was carefully walking through the mirror maze, lurking around and looking for her, armed with a crowbar. "Ya still in here kid?" He asked. "Don't worry, I'm just gonna crush your skull nice and easy. Real quicklike, kay?" "Liar!" He stopped and looked around at the echoing voice. Gosalyn scrambled down from her little perch up in the rafters and counted a few more times before standing in front of a mirror. If her math was right, he was about twenty five feet away and the mirror she was in.... *Shhhhhhhhhh*. She grinned as he smashed the mirror she was in. "Awwwweeee, Sorry Mister Launchy Pad. Not quite. Try try try again” She giggled before scrambling back up to the rafters. As predicted he came to the spot her voice had come from. But luckily, he wasn't looking up. She scrambled across the rafters, using her smaller stature to her advantage as she crunched a few numbers before pulling the same trick.

Alright, she wasn't going to get him to punch through mirrors until he was dying of blood loss. The man wasn't that stupid. She got a firm layout of the land as he slowly peered around corners for her. She let the drop be heard this time and he TURNED on his heel as he heard her. "

Over heeerrrrreeeeeee

" The mirror in front of her shattered and she was smugly looking up at a seething bird. He was using the crowbar so she

really

wasn't going to have him collapse of blood loss. She had a better plan anyway. She giggled, turned and took off running. He snarled and took off running after her. She was still giggling. Slip, slide, he was chasing. The back of her grey shirt went the same way of her sleeve as he caught her by her collar. But she had what she wanted, sliding down the tunnel as.....

*THUD*

Gosalyn smirked as she heard him attempt to break through the glass.....and run into the stone wall. "

Awwwweeeee

, bye" It didn't take her very long to bounce her way back to NegaDuck, skipping. The duck raised his eyebrow as he saw her coming back alone.

"Where's LaunchPad?" He asked. She pointed in the vague direction of the house of mirrors. Negaduck was.....completely unworried. This kid wasn't

quite

psychotic, nothing of any real weight to permanently injure the man had fallen by his line of vision, and she was unarmed. So whatever happened to LaunchPad...he'd be fine...If not incredibly pissed off. Nega raised an eyebrow looking at the kid.

"I won. So just....kill me....End my suffering" She ordered.

Welp. She was right about a Gas Gun to her temple, though she'd gotten the hilt of it instead.

She woke up and clutched at her pounding skull, finding bandages. "Oh calm down. The fracture's a hairline"

"What's going on?" She demanded the man sitting in the chair. She felt something.....hard pressing into her and pulled out "

Pretty

" She was transfixed for a moment, tracing at the porcelain doll in the pastel blue ballgown.

"Life changing....permanently.” She jumped, and looked over at the Masked Mallard, his costume stained with blood. “No one's gonna fuck with you no more. You're the ward of 'Lord' Negaduck." He sneered. She locked up.

“For how long?” Her voice sounded as dead as she wished she was. “How long...until my Grandfather comes for me. Until you get bored? Until-”

“He’s dead” The duck interrupted her tirade.“I killed him when he came talking about the rent you were supposed to pay him for food. Since you were

starving,

and seeing as how you’re mine now, that money comes from me.....and I don’t pay for shit.” Well, that explained the blood. She checked the pretty blue dress of her doll for any unsightly spots of red.

“Kill me” She ordered. “That was the deal. I win. I die. Make it fast” He glared at her

“Your

mine.

LP couldn’t catch you so I won the bet. You’re useful. I don’t kill useful shit....not till I get it’s worth. So, Doll is the cute shit you’re getting, and don’t bug me.” Gosalyn reared back to, face twisted in something nasty, but she traced the dress of the doll again.

“You Don’t

cute things do you?” She asked.

“No” He snarled. “And I managed to stomach getting you that doll....and

bullying

a boutique. It’s yours.” She chanced a glance down. Her new nightgown was ruffled, and

pink.

But it was a distraction...

“

Oh thankie wankie”

He snarled. She’d be dead before he changed his mind, she could see his hand twitching for the Gas gun on his hip.

“Listen here ya lil

BRAT

. It’s fuckin impossible to make me do something I don’t wanna. So since you’ve proven you’re gonna be useful, I aint checkin you out till then.” There it was, the wicked gleam he’d seen before, aimed at him this time. She wasn’t gonna break him. She hugged the doll close and

grinned

“LOVE YOU DDDDDDDDAAAAAAAADDDDDDDY” NegaDuck Shuddered. Outside the door, LaunchPad bit back a snort. This kid was good.

#nega launchpad #negaduck #nega gosalyn #This was so much shorter originally #Why can't I stop writing #not that I've written a word of the next chapter #Gods I'm stupid #But this wouldn't leave my head #Warning: suicidal idealzation #NegaGos is NOT alright #NegaDuck's only slightly better #Glimpse into the past #Backstory #Story blurb #'Blub' is used loosely #gosalyn mcquack #ser writes #tw: suicidal idealzation

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dolcenco · 6 years ago

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Ay Mami Likes It Rough Pt. 3

Christopher Velez x Reader

Warning/s: SMUT AF

S/N: SOOOOOOO, for some reason t*mblr deleted the contents of this and im like???????? wtf duddddde why??????? i just added some tags what gave you the right to delete everything, if i didnt back this up from my drive id have to type everything back up from memory and scratch akhakhsakhs thank u almighty for back-ups

“Erick?”

“Que?”

“Why are there dicks on my tour publicity materials?” You watched him edit the publicity material due later over his shoulders.

You, Erick and Joel, were at backstage in the lounge room waiting until it was time for soundcheck. Erick was designing the concert edits after the short photoshop lesson you gave him, and Joel was reading mountains of fanfics on Tumblr with your phone.

The moment that seemed like a calm afternoon turned into a stressful one in minutes.

“Erick, No! We don’t put dicks on our tour edits!”

“(Y/n)! Do you have any more of those fanfictions?”

“Hold on, Curls. Gotta stop Erick from turning the edits into a dick gallery before I get fired.”

After a little game of tug of war and few sermons, Erick ended up messing with an old tour edit instead of the ones due. You let out a stressful sigh and plopped next to Joel on the couch. He didn’t even bother to acknowledge you as he continued to be engrossed by the content he was reading.

“How is it?” You asked, amused that he was enjoying the Marvel fanfics you suggested him to read.

“Did you know that people write about me?” He muttered, eyes still glued on the screen.

“What?” You asked and checked your phone.

Oh, so he wasn’t reading marvel fanfics.

“Oh?” You knew about them but he doesn’t have to know that you read them during your free time.

"Yeah, they were so good, I'm not even mad!" He gushed, pointing at the phone. "I mean, It was flattering. Weird, but impressive."

You just nodded in agreement, and let him continue to read when Clara, Richard, and Zabdiel finally entered the room with a bag of doughnuts, back in time for sound check.

“Clara have I ever told you that you’re an angel.” You thanked her as soon as you get your hands on the blessed doughnuts.

“Least I can do for babysitting the children.” She motioned at the two already stuffing their faces with food.

“Oh, you should see what Erick did with the edits.”

“No don’t show her!” Erick panicked, his mouth filled with doughnuts and hid your laptop behind him.

“Cla, where’s Chris?” Joel asked, and when Clara was about to answer, Chris walked through the door of the lounge with a smile the moment he saw you.

When you noticed him start to walk towards your direction, you panicked and quickly sat in between Richard and Zabdiel, “So, my favorite daddies, how are you?”

He stopped and shifted his direction to join Erick on the other couch instead, giving you one last look before turning to his best friend.

It had been two weeks since the jacuzzi night, and both of you had the most intense sexual tension in the air. Even other people could feel it. You’re afraid if Chris came any closer to you with his sensual touches, you’ll end dragging him to the nearest room for the 2nd round.

That night in the jacuzzi was undeniably the best sex of your life but when you reached your hotel room, realizations hit you like a ton of bricks. You were breaking the“no sex on the job” rule, and it was hard to follow through when Chris wanted to go for a second round. He didn't even try to hide it when he was around you and touched you more than he used to.

The hoe in knew that if you bite into the bait, it’d be the endgame for you, Chris and your career. Even the way you saw Chris changed. He was Chris “the skater boy who steals all my uwus” to Chris the “ Papi, bend me over and fuck me senseless” in a snap.

You distracted yourself and was teasing Rich and Zabdi when one of the photographers rushed into the room, panting then sighed in relief when he saw you.

“(y/n)! I need you!” He asked if you could fill in the spot of one of the photographers for the show tonight, and once you agreed, he proceeded to orient you on the key placements for later.

As you both were reviewing, you both feel arms draped around both of your shoulders.

“What are you guys doing?”

Your body stiffened when you realize it was Christopher.

“Talking about the key spots for later, any suggestions?” The photographer asked and showed him the venue layout.

“Maybe have angles coming from this side…”

You tried to focus on the game plan, but can’t help notice Chris’ hand hanging dangerously in front of your chest, but he pulled them away, still conversing with the photographer.

“But (y/n) takes amazing shots so,” He says with a smirk. You don’t know if he was doing it on purpose or what, but his hands hanged dangerously close to your boob and with a little movement he can brush up on them accidentally.

You sighed in relief just when you thought he pulled his arm away. His hand slid down your back and paused just over the clip of your bra, curled his fingers as if he wanted to unclip them but thankfully didn't. He continued to caress down your back, and when you feel him move closer to your ass, you knew what’s about to happen.

AND NOPE NOT HAPPENING

When you quickly transferred to the other side of the photographer, Christopher frowned and looked confused but nodded his head anyway at the photographers’ instructions.

Although, you knew getting sexual with Chris was a bad idea but your body can’t help but look for his touch after that night. You just held everything in you not to drag him out of the room for that round 2.

It was an hour before CNCO's performance, and you were rushing down the hallway in a hurry to get to front stage for a proper evaluation of the venue. As you were fixing the settings of your camera, you suddenly feel a hand grabbed your arm and dragged you inside the nearest room

You were so ready to fight this person's ass, so you screamed and thrashed around until a hand muffled your protests.

“(y/n), shhh, calm down. It’s me.” The voice whispered, and your eyes snapped open to the sound of an all too familiar chuckle.

“WHAT THE HELL CHRIS!”

“Your face!” He harshly pulled you into a room, you were late, and his laugh rang in your ear in a really annoying way that you punched his arm.

“You’re such an irritation.” You cursed and glared, watching Christopher clutched his sides from laughing so hard, and when you realize that he wasn't going to take you seriously, you rolled your eyes and was about to leave when he stopped you.

“(y/n), wait, lo siento.”

You faced him and crossed your arms on your chest, feeling the weight of your camera heavy on your neck. You noticed that he was already wearing his blinding concert attire that you always questioned why management approved such a disappointing design.

“Aren’t you supposed to be preparing in…” you checked the time, “...in 50 minutes?”

He shrugged, “50 minutes is enough.”

You gave him a curious look, suddenly intrigued by what he meant. “Enough for what? and why are we in the bathroom?”

He eyed you cautiously and bit his lip when the confidence he built up earlier started to diminish. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“What makes you say that?” You scoffed and avoided his gaze when your cheeks heated up. How can you say that the reason you avoided him is that because you wanted him to pound inside you over and over again until you couldn't take it anymore?

“That night at the jacuzzi. I don't know. If it was bad, I'm so sorry.”

“No, it wasn’t,” you reassured him. “It was good, like really good.”

“Oh?” He cocked an eyebrow and his lips twisted into a smug smirk.

“Don’t get any ideas, buddy. I could get fired for that stunt we did.” You told him sternly.

“No, you won’t.” He teased and tucked a loose hair that was falling over your face. ”I got you.”

Christopher Velez back at it again with the soft fuckboy gestures.

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.” The moment that stupid grin appeared on his face, the strings of banters began.

You took a good look at him now that he hovering close to your body and thought to yourself, oh how you badly wanted him in between your legs. You got all excited and drowned into his minty and masculine scent that made you weak in the knees.

”Besides, ” he started, whispering.

A shiver ran down your spine when you feel his lips grazed against your ear but the next thing he said sparked electricity in between your legs.

“I wanna make you cum.”

You were surprised at how blunt he was but It wasn't long until you reached over and smashed your lips again his soft, luscious ones. You sensed him smiling into the kiss, his craving for your lips finally satisfied after weeks of longing for them.

When he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you against him to feel your body against his. Chris lets out an “oof” forgetting about the camera in between you two.

You quickly apologized and he took your camera, placing it on the counter to keep it away from damage before he smiled at you darkly and resumed the kiss.

He pinned your body against the door with so much force that you gasped, and he took this as an opportunity to slid his tongue inside your warm mouth and massaged yours with his.

He pecked your lips and you moaned when he sucked your bottom lip. He pulled away to trail kisses on your cheek and traveled to your neck as he pressed himself against your body.

You let out a small moan when you felt Chris’ hard manhood pressed against your thigh. You wanted him so bad.

Kissing and sucking on your neck, Chris finally ground himself against your crotch and rolled his hips so you could feel how hard he was for you.

“Fuck, Chris.” You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him close to you as possible. You were so turned on at this point and all that worry about the no sex on the job thing was threw out of the window.

His hand slid down to your ass and grabbed it, giving it a good squeeze. He reached under the back of your thighs and picked you off of your feet. You wrapped your legs around his waist and deepened the kiss. Your arms snaked around his neck and tossed his cap to the side so you could run your hands through his hair.

He grunted when you tugged on the ends, enjoying the feeling of your fingers weaving around.

“Watch the hair, Mami. They just fixed that.” You giggled and continued to play with his hair. You squealed when he walked you both to the counter and sat you on it, not breaking contact.

Christopher ran his hands all over your body, wanting to touch every inch of skin he grabbed on to. He didn't even hesitate to go under your shirt and cupped your breast underneath your bra in the process because oh god how he loved your tits.

Your skin shivered at the coolness of his rings as it grazed the skin around your nipples when he thumbed your sensitive buds. You moaned and arched your back at the sensation sent to your now aching pussy, rocking your hips against his crotch to tell him that you wanted him now.

“How much time we have left?” He managed to huff through the kiss, and you pulled away to check your watch while you tilted your head and granted him access to leave hungry kisses down your neck.

“30 minutes until the show.” You managed to pant out and Chris cursed against your skin.

He lightly gripped your neck and looked you straight in the eyes. He was giving you one of his signature sexy glare. The same dark looked he had when he caught you touching yourself in the jacuzzi. “I’m going to fuck you properly soon.” He growled and squeezed your tits. “But for now, I’m not going to let you go until you cum for me.”

You groaned with the aching feeling in your wet pussy intensifying with every word. He pulled your leggings off all the way down and grinned at the sight of your soaked gray panties. “Wet for me?”

Before you could respond, you gasped when he rubbed you through the cloth. He licked his lips as he pulled your panties to the side and slides two fingers into your soaking pussy.

“Fuck, Chris!” You moaned loudly and grabbed his shoulders, his fingers working their magic as he moves and massaged your clenching walls. He was hitting the perfect spots and you didn't want him to stop.

You noticed his hard-on printing on his pants. He looked like he was begging for release so you reached over and rubbed him through his jeans.

“Missed my dick, baby girl?” He bites his lips at the sight of you withering for him.

You nodded your head eagerly, whimpering when Chris pulled out his fingers out of you to pull down his pants and set his blessed cock free, stroking it for you. Ready for you.

He pulled your body closer to him and hovered over your shaking body. He laid you on the surface of the counter to bring you pussy close to his hard dick and tease your wet folds with the tip of his head. When you were just about to demand him to put his cock inside you, Chris eased himself into you and cursed how tight you were around his cock.

“Fuck, babe, you’re tight” He groaned. It was so intense the way you clenched around him, taking his size all in. The pleasure was running down your core as he eased in and out of you, thrusting himself.

“Faster,” You begged and he increased the movements of his hips and thrust harder, deeper into you. You whimpered for him. You couldn’t take it. His dick felt so good.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out and threw your head back in pleasure, finally having his cock buried inside of you after weeks of wanting, craving for him. He grabbed your leg and brought your body closer to him so he can fuck you deeper.

Grunts and moans filled the bathroom as Chris continued to fuck you on the counter. “Fuck, babe. So fucking good.” You moaned and pulled him closer to your body, his dick filling your tight cunt. The way you moaned made him roll his hips faster, and harder into your pussy.

“Fuck baby!” You cried, and Chris pulled your hips closer to his, sinking his cock deeper inside of you. You were almost laying on top of the counter, your elbows supporting your body as he thrust his hips onto you, the sound of skin to skin filling your ears.

He pulled down the front of your shirt, exposing your black lacy bra as he thrust into you harder while his other hand rubs your sensitive clit that sent electricity all over your body. You start to feel the burning sensation of your climax forming in the pit of your core.

“I’m close, babe.” You gasped and wrapped your arms around him, sucking and kissing his neck as you near your finish.

Chris grunted, desperate to make you cum so he picked up the pace, and fucked you faster and harder while he rubbed your clit furiously. You didn’t want the feeling to stop, but you were so fucking desperate to cum.

“Cum for me, Mami.” He whispered into your ear and when you heard him call you ‘mami’ you were gone. You cried out his name and you came all over his dick. Chris smashed his lips with yours as you ride out your high. The sound of heavy breaths filled the room with Chris leaning on your shoulder while you sank back against the mirror, catching your breaths. When Chris pulled out of you he checked the time and cursed, “Fuck we’re late.”

He quickly pulled his pants up and helped you get into your leggings and panties before he carried you off the counter. You both checked yourselves on the mirror, fixing your hair and clothes.

“You go out first, and I go last so we don’t look sketch or anything.”

He grinned at you, “Who cares if people knew?”

You rolled your eyes and was about to swat his arm but caught your hand and pulled you towards him, giving you one last sensual kiss and a squeeze on your tits.

He pulled away from you and went to open the door discreetly. He smirked and gave you one final wink until he poked his head out the door to check for any passerby.

After he made sure that the hallway was clear, Christopher stepped out of the bathroom first. You waited and counted to 10. You took a deep breath and swung the door open. As soon as you did, the sooner you wish you hadn’t.

"Well, well, someone doesn’t understand the meaning of ‘no sex on the job’ rule.”

You gulped. You were screwed.

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frobster · 5 years ago

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Daddy!Steve helping little!Peter clean up after he wet his pants. Daddy!Bucky cleaning the mess. Both of them help Peter feel better because he feels really embarrassed about it.

I added this to Collection of Cuties on ao3!

☆☆☆

Bucky and Peter had been going strong and steady for a while, both as a romantic couple and as a caregiver/little pair. While Peter had been hesitant to let others know about his regression (outside of Clint and Pietro, of course), they had both discussed it and decided to let Steve know as well. Steve was Bucky’s best friend and they trusted each other with their lives, which had been proven time and time again, so Peter wasn’t too worried about him knowing.

It took a few playdates for Peter to feel settled with Steve around and he clung to Bucky more often than not. But eventually, Peter was able to relax and even sit on Steve’s lap to cuddle when Bucky had to go to meetings to deal with some other chores around their unit. The two grew close over the weeks until there wasn’t much fussing when Bucky had to leave while Peter felt little since he knew Steve would be there to take care of him.

One day Peter woke up feeling little but Bucky wasn’t in bed with him. He whined and looked around the bedroom nervously until he heard movement out in the living room. The bed was really comfortable and he didn’t want to move, but he wanted his daddy more. So he managed to get up, tuck a blanket around his shoulders like a cape, and held his soft brown bear to his chest as he shuffled out to the living room.

“Daddy, you weren’t in bed,” Peter huffed, pouting in Bucky’s direction.

Bucky was already dressed and looked like he was getting ready to leave. Steve was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee. They both paused their conversation and glanced over when Peter appeared, nearly melting at the sight of his bed-ruffled hair and pink pouty cheeks.

“Aw, I’m sorry, baby. I was gonna go wake you up before I left, but I guess you beat me to that,” Bucky said in a gentle voice as he walked over to scoop Peter up.

Peter clung to Bucky and whimpered softly, not wanting his daddy to leave so soon. He was always clingy in the morning since he was slow to wake up, and it got even worse when he felt little. But Steve was right there, setting his mug down before standing and stepping up close to rest a hand on Peter’s back and offer his own reassurance too.

“It’ll be okay, buddy. I’m gonna be with you all day until daddy comes back. How’s that sound?” Steve’s voice had the same gentle tone as Bucky’s, and the words helped Peter slowly relax.

“‘Kay,” Peter murmured, though he kept his face tucked against Bucky’s neck.

Realizing it would take a little while for Peter to relax, Bucky shifted over to sit on the couch while keeping Peter on his lap. The younger man curled up with a sigh, glad that he seemed to be getting his way, and tugged at the blanket until it was laid across them properly. Bucky ended up tucked into the blanket just as much as Peter, which was likely on purpose, and he chuckled softly as his boyfriend got settled.

Peter peeked up with a small smile, holding his bear against his cheek and looking absolutely adorable. He liked when Bucky laughed, the sound was so happy and the vibrations in his chest made him feel fuzzy and warm. The little pressed closer with a soft sound as if he was trying to worm his way into Bucky’s clothes and keep him there somehow.

“I can only stay for a little bit, sweetheart. I got a meeting soon, that’s why Stevie is here,” Bucky reminded Peter, gently running a hand through his soft hair.

“We can just veg out and watch tv all day if you want,” Steve offered from where he sat a few feet away.

It was a tempting offer. Steve was almost as good at cuddling as Bucky, and they got along pretty well. Peter was just feeling grumpy about waking up alone and wanted to spend some time with his daddy before they had to be apart for the rest of the day. Rather than trying to force conversation with Peter, the two older men lapsed into comfortable silence as Bucky slowly rubbed Peter’s back and Steve sipped his coffee.

When it was finally time for Bucky to leave, he gently transferred Peter over to Steve’s lap. Peter was mostly asleep but still awake enough to whine and try to cling onto Bucky. Steve helped with the transfer, gently prying Peter’s hands off of Bucky’s shirt before wrapping him up securely in his blanket and cradling him on his lap. After another minute of fussing and Bucky peppering kisses over Peter’s head, he finally calmed down and curled into Steve instead.

“Good baby. I’ll be back as soon as possible, okay?” Bucky pressed one more kiss to Peter’s cheek before nodding in thanks to Steve and heading out.

Since Peter was still tired and his fussy episode had worn him out even more, he ended up dozing on Steve’s lap for a little longer. Steve was solid and warm, much like Bucky, so it was easy to nap and cuddle with him.

A few more hours passed and it was inching closer to lunch time when Peter finally woke up again. He yawned and stretched out across Steve’s lap before blinking his eyes open and looking around sleepily. Bucky was still gone but that was to be expected. At least Steve was there with him so he wasn’t completely alone.

“M’hungry,” Peter said as he leaned into Steve again.

“Want me to get lunch going?” Steve’s voice was still soft and Peter hummed at the sound. It was soothing when most other sounds felt overwhelming, and sometimes he couldn’t quite focus on what Steve was actually saying.

But the mention of lunch kept Peter focused, and he nodded before sliding off Steve’s lap to sit on the couch. He kept the blanket wrapped around himself and nuzzled into his brown bear as he slowly woke up.

Steve watched for a moment to make sure that Peter was okay before heading into the kitchen. All the units on the compound had a pretty open layout so Steve could still see Peter as he put together some sandwiches. He even cut Peter’s using a sandwich cutter that made the halves look like dinosaurs before arranging them on his plate with broccoli trees and a ranch dressing pond. And because Steve was a softie and liked to spoil Peter, he grabbed a bag of chips and poured some into a separate bowl too.

When lunch was complete, Steve brought the food out into the living room and set the plates on the coffee table. Peter lit up at the shapes of his sandwich and grabbed it eagerly, taking a big bite before humming in approval. Turkey and cheese was his favorite sandwich, as Steve had learned. And while raw broccoli wasn’t necessarily his favorite vegetable, he liked how they looked like trees and fit into the scene. Drowning them in ranch dressing helped Peter finish off his vegetables before he pulled the bowl of chips over and started happily crunching on them.

Steve liked to make sure Peter was healthy. Maybe it was all those PSA videos he made for high schools in the past, advocating for exercise and healthy diets, but it really stuck with him. And now that they could afford healthy foods, he saw no reason why they shouldn’t eat them. And since Peter finished his vegetables before reaching for the chips, Steve didn’t try to take the bowl away. He just ate his own lunch in peace and kept an eye on Peter to ensure he didn’t choke.

Once lunch was over, Peter seemed more awake. He was still in his pajamas but Steve didn't really see a reason why he should change, and he didn’t want to risk ruining Peter’s mood without Bucky there to swoop in and save the day. So he cleaned up their dishes as Peter grabbed the television remote and started searching for something to watch, humming softly to himself and starting to wiggle in place a little.

Steve didn’t really think much of the wiggling since Peter often moved around a lot, whether he was in a normal headspace or feeling little. It was nearly impossible to get him to stay still unless he was asleep. So Steve didn’t comment on it as he sat down again and waited for Peter to pick a show.

Peter finally settled on a Lego Star Wars show, eyes wide as he watched the animated blocks move around. And not even a minute passed before he hopped off the couch to find his own Star Wars Lego sets. Steve noticed Peter walking a little awkwardly but there didn’t seem to be anything wrong. He decided he would just keep a closer eye on Peter throughout the day.

“You feeling okay, buddy?” Steve asked as Peter sat down again, on the floor this time so he could play with his Legos.

“Mhm, I’m okay,” Peter answered without even looking up, sounding rather distracted.

Steve still wasn’t convinced, especially when Peter shifted to kneeling with his legs squeezed together. He was still wiggling, though now it was more like rocking side to side. And by then, Steve had got to know Peter well enough to recognize what was wrong.

“Peter, do you need to go potty?” Steve kept his voice gentle since Peter didn’t like to be interrupted when he was playing, but he would be even more upset if he had an accident.

“Nope!” Peter insisted, though his voice had gone a little higher which gave away both his lie and his growing need to relieve himself.

Rather than trying to argue, Steve took out his phone and sent a text to Bucky about it, mostly just to warn him that his boyfriend may need some help rather than trying to get Peter in trouble. Bucky replied saying the meeting was wrapping up and he would be back soon. Steve hoped Peter would last until Bucky returned.

But such was not the case. Barely ten minutes passed before Peter let out a sudden whimper and froze in place, hands wedged between his legs. His cheeks were pink but he refused to look at Steve, not wanting to admit that he was right.

“Can you stand up, buddy? We gotta get you to the bathroom,” Steve urged as he stepped over the toys to stand next to Peter.

Peter moved as if he intended to get up, but quickly froze again as he rose up on his knees. His whimper became a high whine as he squeezed his eyes shut and quickly shook his head.

“Can’ move, Stevie!”

The poor thing sounded so distressed, Steve’s heart ached for him.

“It’s okay, no need to move. Just focus on holding it and I’ll carry you, alright?” Steve offered as he kneeled down to pick Peter up.

But before Steve could lift him completely, Peter let out a little sob as the front of his pajamas turned dark. A line trailed down his leg as Peter started to tremble in Steve’s hold. Before either of them could do anything, there was a puddle forming on the floor. Peter started crying loudly and clung onto Steve for comfort, so upset that he had wet himself.

“Oh, Petey, it’s okay. It’s okay, I’m not upset. Let’s get to the bathroom now, come on. Let’s get cleaned up.” Steve spoke slow and soft, trying to remain gentle to keep Peter from having a complete meltdown.

They managed to get to the bathroom without leaving too much of a trail, and Steve helped Peter out of his wet clothes before getting him into the shower. Steve rinsed Peter off before plugging the drain and letting the tub fill up for a bubble bath, hoping it would help him calm down again.

With the sounds of the water and Peter’s sobbing, neither of them heard Bucky come in. Bucky took time to clean up the mess and throw the towels in the washing machine before knocking on the bathroom door and peeking in.

Peter looked up with wide and fearful eyes, worried someone else would find out about his accident. But once he saw Bucky, he whined and reached his hands out like he wanted his daddy close.

“D-daddy,” he whimpered, still hiccupping with his sobs.

“I’m here, baby. Did Stevie get you all cleaned up?” Bucky asked softly as he kneeled down next to the tub.

Steve scooted aside so they could both be there as Peter nodded and grabbed onto Bucky’s arm with a wet hand. There were bubbles filling up the tub too, already sticking to Peter and helping him relax after his embarrassing ordeal.

“Mhm. Stevie’s nice,” Peter murmured, giving Steve a shy smile.

“It was no problem, buddy. You know I love you.” Steve really did love Peter, in a simple way that wasn’t really romantic. It was different from the love that Peter and Bucky shared.

Peter blushed at Steve’s words and ducked his head as he tried to press close to Bucky, even with his wet skin and the wall of the tub between them.

“Ah, come on, baby boy. Let’s get you clean, then we can cuddle,” Bucky suggested with his own smile.

Both Steve and Bucky worked to get Peter clean, blowing bubbles and gently tickling him until he was giggling again. By the time he was clean, he seemed to be in a much better mood. Bucky helped Peter stand and held onto him as Steve pulled the plug to drain the tub and grabbed a towel to dry Peter off. They both fussed over him the whole time, Bucky carrying Peter to the bedroom and Steve getting out some fresh pajamas to dress him in.

Once Peter was dried and dressed, he was all smiles again and held onto both Steve and Bucky. The two older men looked at each other curiously but they didn’t question it. The living room was perfectly clean when they went back out, nothing to remind Peter of what happened earlier. They piled onto the couch with Peter’s blanket and his favorite brown bear, a happy cuddle pile as they continued watching the Lego show that was on earlier.

It was easy to relax together. There was a beautiful sense of peace over them as Peter cuddled up to both Bucky and Steve, completely content and calm between them. Bucky faintly wondered if Steve would want to be more involved, be more than just a friend. Steve’s comment about loving Peter wasn’t overlooked. But he would have to talk to Steve about that separately, and mention it to Peter once he was feeling big again before anyone did anything about that.

For the time being, it was nice to just be together as they were. Peter was a sweet boy and deserved all the love offered him, no matter what kind it was.

☆☆☆

#winterspider #winterspidershield #daddy!bucky #little!peter #im gonna slowly integrate steve into this :3c #my writing #asks #leisurelypanda #collection of cuties

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pi-cat000 · 6 years ago

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MSA time travel idea (part 19)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Vivi POV, 8, 9, 10, Lewis POV, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, Lance POV 18

Part 20: here

Arthur drives continuously until he’s forced to stop for fuel. At a small roadside gas station, he grabs a breakfast bar, loads up on five-hour energy shots and uses a cramped, single-stall restroom in a brief attempt at freshening up. All his clean clothing is in his backpack, which he’s left in the motel room. Luckily, his washed-out apricot shirt and orange shorts double as daywear and aren't too worn.

Back on the road Arthur carefully keeps his mind blank, listening absently to the radio chatter and fixating on the way stretching ahead. He deliberately doesn’t think about Vivi and Lewis and resolutely ignores the occasional buzzing of his phone, which starts seconds after his departure and continues at odd intervals throughout the day.

He wishes he could switch it off, but he needs to receive calls from Darrel, who’s been worryingly silent so far. Thus, he’s stuck feeling guilty every time the screen lights up with an incoming call or text message. If only Vivi and Lewis would give up and decide to enjoy their time together without him. Unfortunately, his friends worry an awful lot, and he suspects that abandoning them in some middle-of-nowhere town wasn't going to help.

Maybe, when he explains a few things, stuff will get better. If Vivi and Lewis still want to be around him. He’s still on the fence about telling them to whole truth but, at this point, it’s either that or invent some entirely new lie. Arthur's so sick of lying. Honestly, he would rather spend eternity alone in his room and not interact with anyone then keep up the charade. But...no use obsessing about the future now. There will be plenty of time to figure out how he’s going to explain everything- and panic about how he’s somehow messed up the timeline - once he’s seen Lance alive and well.

Unlike the trip out, where they had lost multiple hours to rest stops, Arthur makes good time -if you could call eight hours, good time-and approaches his destination both sooner and slower than he would have liked. With one hand strangling the wheel, Arthur finally builds the courage needed to reach for his phone. There’s still been no news from Darrel, which he hopes is a good sign. At the next red light, he dials while scanning road signs for the correct exit. Nervously, he drums his fingers to the soft beat of some unfamiliar song on the radio.

Darrel answers almost immediately so Arthur is saved from waiting too long.

“Yo Arthur, was about to call, where are you man,” the other man says, sounding oddly upbeat, considering the situation.

Arthur ignores the question, quickly asking, “How’s Uncle Lance? Is he okay? What’s happening?” All that stress and anxiety he's been neglecting is now front and centre.

“Whoa,” Darrel cuts him off, “Yeah, I was about to say. He’s in surgery, and so far there’s been no word. Like, the nurses said they were mainly concerned about blood loss. He was hooked up to a needle, like, straight away, but we waited a few hours for the surgery, so I guess that means there was no really serious internal damage.”

Arthur winces, blood loss was something he was intimately familiar with, “Anything else?”

“Both his legs had a few hairline fractures, a broken bone here and there, and the doctors mentioned surface stab wounds,” Darrel adds after a moment of thought. The other man sounds a lot calmer when compared to his almost panic on the phone earlier that morning. Arthur takes the change as a good sign.

“Right…” Arthur exhales a long breath. At least his Uncle isn’t dying. The guilt he has been carrying since leaving Vivi and Lewis still pulls at his chest and stomach, but at least things with his Uncle aren't as dire as they could be. It's still bad, but maybe he'll get out of this not having somehow caused his Uncle’s death.

“So, you said you were driving down, how far off are you?” Darrel asks after his elongated pause.

“Ah, sorry, I’m about twenty minutes out.”

“Jeez, that’s close,” Darrel remarks, surprised, “How about I meet you in the car park near the emergency ward, it’s the first turn off the main…”

“I know where it is,” He reassures, stifling a yawn. Despite multiple energy shots, he’s really feeling the strain of the last twenty-four hours, “and yeah…that sounds good.”

“You want me to get you a coffee or something dude? Cause I guess you haven’t eaten yet,”

“Coffee sounds be pretty good right about now. Thanks….Darrel.” Arthur doesn't know what he would have done had Darrel not found his Uncle when he did.

“No problemo. Not much to do except wait for the doctors to say something. I'll tell you more in person when you get here.”

“Yeah. Okay. Sounds good.”

Darrel hangs up, and Arthur tosses his phone back into the front passenger seat realising a tired sigh. He focuses again on the road and navigating the busy streets leading into the towns moderately sized business district. By now he knows the way to St Peter’s Medical and Emergency Centre off by heart. His stomach is doing small flips, churning in a mixture of nerves, fear and anxiety. If he had never stepped foot in that building again, it would have still been too soon. All his memories of the place are linked with Lewis’s disappearance, a long and painful rebab, multiple surgeries, and Vivi’s inexplicable amnesia.

It’s just as unappealing as he remembers. Dull grey, utilitarian, and accompanied by an impending sense of dread. Arthur ignores his instinctive need to turn and drive in the opposite direction, locating the entrance to the correct car pack. It’s a small underground lot, consisting of visitor and employee parking, situated near the Emergency Centre portion of the building.

Arthur squints when he transitions from daylight to the carpark’s dime fluorescence. The layout is such that he has to drive past the main elevator giving access to the hospital. True to word, he spots Darrel next to the collection of lifts and stairs, casually leaning against a concrete support structure, coffee in hand.

Fortunately, he doesn’t have to look far for an empty park, finding one several cars down. He exits his van a bundle of jumpy, nervous energy, fidgeting and smoothing down his wrinkled shirt as he goes. He feels he can probably get away with wearing it into the hospital. It's only seen one night of wear.

“Hey Arthur,” Darrel strolls up, giving a small wave, “How you holding up?”

“Tired from the drive,” Arthur admits, crossing over through deserted carpark towards the other man, “How’s Uncle Lance?”

“Still in surgery last I checked,” Darrel causally shrugs. All his urgency and stress is gone to be replaced with an almost board disposition. Arthur hesitates, slightly thrown by oddly discordant temperament.

“You talked to one of the triage nurses, right?” He shakes off the uncertainty, letting worry for his Uncle occupy his full attention, “What did they say exactly. Come on, you can fill me in on the way up to…”

Arthur doesn’t get more than partway into the sentence when Darrel, who’s in the process of handing him a coffee, stumbles. The coffee spills across his shirt, splattering across his shoulder. Arthur registers the discomfort of hot liquid and Darrel’s half-hearted apology before the other man leans in and grips both sides of his head. Arthur flinches away at the unexpected proximity. Their eyes meet.

Green.

The colour is bright. Familiar. An intangible force seams to wrap about his limbs, tangling itself up in his mind, pulling him down. For a second Arthur is…

...walking down a gloomy stone tunnel. Torchlight flickers, illuminating the figer of Lewis up ahead. Lewis steps out into a spacious cavern, holding the flaming torch aloft. Arthur trips on uneven rock, hand brushing against the cave walls. Pain shoots up his limb, and he stops, staring at the appendage, confused. Had he cut himself?

“Hey, Arthur! Come check out this view!” Lewis’s call distracts him…

Arthur tries to draw a breath, preparing for a panic response, but a wall comes down like a guillotine, separating him from the physical reaction he’s expecting. His chest constricts, and then there is the buzz of adrenalin getting dumped into his system, prepping him for fight or flight. Usually, this was when he’d start breathing hard, maybe hyperventilating, but he’s been cut adrift from his body, so the onslaught comes to an abrupt halt. Of course, he still panics, but it’s a mental, internal panic, accompanied by overwhelming dread and fear.

Darrel, who has let go of Arthur’s head, stumbles back, collapsing to the ground like he’s a puppet and someone’s cut the strings. Arthur raises a hand, wiggling his fingers, rolling his shoulders and inhaling. The breathless, tight sensation immediately evaporates.

“Finally,” He breaths out and Arthur realises with growing horror that it’s not him who's doing the talking. Muscles along his arms and legs spasm experimentally also beyond his control.

No. No. No. This isn’t him! It’s not him! Why is this so familiar?! Memories, long buried, both familiar and foreign, vie for his attention.

…“Hey Arthur! Come check out this view!” Lewis’s call distracts him.

His arm is numb now, but Arthur finds himself unfocussed, mesmerised by the patterns of light which are catching on the green, mossy walls and sharp stalagmites far below. He and Lewis are standing on a ledge overlooking a steep drop…

“Oh god,” Darrel’s voice draws his attention. The other man is scrambling back along the ground, shaking in fear. He’s scared of Arthur.

“Jesus. Oh, God!”

“Nope. No God here,” Arthur’s body comments, fixing its attention on the other man.

Darrel attempts to stand.

“Oh no. I’m not letting you go as well. Not this time,” Arthur growls, sweeping out a leg, knocking Darrel to the ground. Calmly, he walks around, stumbling briefly when one of his thigh muscles twitch suddenly. Despite this falter he still manages to kick Darrel over again, preventing him from escaping.

“Look, dude,” Darrel holds out his hands in a gesture of surrender, twisting around on his back, “I’ll give you anything. I won’t tell anyone. I swear. Just let me go. Please. I have a family, man.”

“No you don’t,” Arthur scoffs, lashing out, and stomping down simultaneously. Darrel’s head connects with the concrete giving a loud thunk. The other man falls silent and still. Disturbingly, Arthur feels his body and eyes scan the empty lot, shivering with obvious pleasure. There is no one around to stop him. Internally, Arthur claws mentally at his surroundings, flailing about, attempting to find a hold where there is none. It’s not him. It wasn’t him!

“That’s more like it,” His body talks. Arthur freezes in his panic, very aware of an increasingly overwhelming pressure focusing in upon him.

“Now, before I go dump poor Darrel somewhere, let’s take a quick look at what we have. It’s been a real run around getting you, so you better hope there’s something worthwhile banging around up here.”

Memories of the last few days unravel like an old film reel, spiralling past without his consent. Like a movie permanently fixed in fast forward they rush by. Arthur feels flashes of emotion as the scenes come and go quicker than he can register.

It all comes to an abrupt halt when it hits the moment he awoke in the past. Where Arthur transitioned between falling off a cliff to waking in his bed.

“Impossible,” The thing that’s not him mutters with his mouth.

“That’s not possible,” It sounds agitated, almost angry. The foreign presence winds its way deeper into his thoughts, pulling them apart. The flashing images start up again.

“Someone’s been breaking The Rules,” Is the last Arthur hears before he’s lost in a sea of panic and memories. This isn’t right.

He’s made a mistake.

Note: And we’ve finally hit the crisis point or whatever this is called. What a ride.

Part 20: here

#MSA #mystery skulls animated #fanfiction #fanfic #arthur kingsmen #the demon #mind control #posession #graphic descriptions of violence #dark #flashback #angst

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bi-bi-richie · 6 years ago

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The Stars and The Moon, He Hung Them Just For You ( 1 / 12)

“Wait.” Richie said, putting his hands up, “do you know who I’ll be working next to?”

Stan opened his mouth to answer, but he was cut off by a woman walking towards them with red hair and a boy trailing behind her.

“Stan!” The girl called his name. She was in the same outfit as Stan, Richie immediately assumed that she was another employee.

“Bev, I assume you have the other new guy?” Stan asked. Bev rolled her eyes and slapped a hand onto his shoulder.

“Don’t be so uptight! Yeah, this is Eddie.”

Playlist* - Ao3

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12

*The playlist goes in a specific order that starts with Richie’s pov and goes to Eddie’s throughout the whole thing (one song is how Richie feels and the next is about how Eddie feels).

Richie Tozier, in short, has lost everything. Right before he turned sixteen, Richie was diagnosed with Social Anxiety Disorder. At sixteen, Richie had lost any friends he managed to make because they didn’t find him worth the trouble, trouble meaning being anxious and bisexual. Somewhere between sixteen and seventeen, Richie’s grandparents died in a car accident and they had yet to find the person who hit them. Right before he turned seventeen, one of his old “friends” told the whole school that Richie was bi, it wasn’t taken kindly. At seventeen, Richie’s neighbors demanded that he and his family moved away because of Richie’s sexuality. Somewhere between seventeen and eighteen, Richie’s house had the word “Faggot” spray-painted across it in red. Right before he turned eighteen, Richie’s family moved from Derry, Maine to Los Angeles, California. At eighteen, Richie had lost everything.

Richie was hoping that he’d like California, nobody from Derry would end up here, nobody in California knew him. It was all hope though, he couldn’t help but feel even more anxious and terrified living in a new state. Yes, nobody knew him, but the price of that was awfully high.

Richie wasn’t coping in the healthiest way either. More often than not, he spent the day clutching onto his favorite pillow and tried not to cry. Maybe one day he’d hold his dog instead, but his dog, Timber, wasn’t big on cuddling, but she’d let him rest his head on her hips. At most, Richie will play background music.

The background music is an interesting mix of songs that he relates to, and love songs, the ones he wishes he had the balls to live. Richie, however, stopped listening to the lyrics of the songs long ago. Lately, he couldn’t even tell what song was on.

Gee, he thought, for someone with anxiety, you sure are depressed.

But, Richie was getting his final hours of rest in. Richie had agreed with his parents to take up a part-time job at the local museum. The museum had been looking for people to sell tickets outside the planetarium, something that wouldn’t call for much social interaction and he wasn’t bound to keeping the job forever, considering it won’t be open very long. Richie thought his job was dumb, though, why would you pay for the planetarium when you’ve already paid for the museum tickets? But, Richie wouldn’t complain too much. The planetarium was only staying open up until the new year, and it was already October. As far as Richie knew, he was only going to be working with one other person. The thought of meeting a new person scared Richie, yes, but he couldn’t let his parents down. Not when they wanted this so bad.

For now, Richie decides to lay in his bed and play his favorite music.

…

He’s up early at eight the next morning, but his shift doesn’t start until ten. He resists the urge to check his phone for notifications, after all, he doesn’t have friends to talk to anyway. At the foot of his bed, Timber starts to shift and wake up. Richie knows that in a matter of minutes, he’ll have to pull himself from his bed to let her outside to their new, “luxurious”, California backyard.

He doesn’t bother texting his parents and asking if they can let her out, he knows they’re already up and out of the house. His dad, Wentworth, already had a job, that was half the reason they even moved. Meanwhile, His mom, Maggie, was in the process of finding a job. Richie imagines she’ll do volunteer work for a short amount of time. Wentworth makes enough money on his own to support their family, Maggie had a job in Derry to give them the freedom to not worry about spending too much when they go out. Now, Richie has a job for the sake of getting his parents off his ass.

As predicted, Richie was dragging his feet as he walked to the sliding door that led to the backyard to let Timber out. It’s eight thirty by then, which was just enough time for him to eat and get ready for work. He’s quick to pull out a box of Lucky Charms and pour them into a bowl he nearly dropped. When he’s done pouring milk into the bowl, he gets a text from his mom.

Mom: Have an amazing first day! Make a friend!

Richie sighs sadly and shakes his head. He wasn’t in the job to make friends, he didn’t even feel entirely comfortable with the idea of meeting the person he’ll be working with. With his long history of failed friendships, the last thing on his list was to try and meet someone. Granted, the person he’ll be working with could be different. There’s no way they’re from Derry, and there’s no way they’ll know who Richie even is. But the risk of being put through the same torture that he endured with his past friends was too great.

I won’t get attached. He promised himself.

I won’t.

…

Richie is early to work. About thirty minutes or so. He hated the idea of being late and making it seem like he wasn’t serious about working, even if he wasn’t. He decided to sit in his car for the remainder of the time he had left, but that felt even more awkward. The whole time he was messing with a scarf he had been crocheting for about a week with just his fingers. He had always preferred crocheting with his fingers, that way he could rely on the feeling of the yarn when he would poke and pull through the loops rather than watching to make sure he did it right. It made him proud, and he doesn’t get to feel that a whole lot.

When it was finally time to go in, Richie wanted to turn back. He definitely feels better not having to work with a whole crew of people barely out of high school, but he was still dreading the idea of meeting anyone. He kinda hoped the person he’d be working with would ignore him, maybe someone who is just as scared as he is so they’ll both just not talk. That’s just wishful thinking though, he knows he’s not that lucky.

As he walked into the building, he noticed how dead it was. Sure, it was a Monday morning and it’s a museum, but Richie could clearly tell the owners were definitely having a hard time attracting any guests. He didn’t like walking in the empty room, it made him feel awkward and uncomfortable, but the way to sign in was right across from him. In front of the Employees Only room Richie had to go into was a man around his age in a white polo and black pants. The guy looked tired and bored, he was running his hand through his blonde curly hair and letting out a tired sigh when Richie reached him.

“Are you the new guy?” The man asked impatiently.

“Yes,” Richie nodded his head, “that’s me. Richie Tozier.” He stuck his hand out.

“Stan Uris.” Stan shook his hand, something that relieved Richie more than words could say, he was scared Stan wouldn’t even acknowledge it.

“Alright Richie, I already signed you in, I’m just walking you to the planetarium and showing you how to print the tickets.” Stan started walking off as he spoke, Richie almost tripped when he realized they were moving.

“Are you the manager?” Richie asked.

“Nope, I actually work in the front where the museum tickets are sold.”

“Oh. Will I be moved to the front in this job? Or am I just gonna sell planetarium tickets?”

“Well,” Stan scratched the back of his neck, the action made him look more human to Richie. “We’re not understaffed, actually we get a lot of people during the weekends, they pay us the most. But we’re not understaffed, and we probably won’t be anytime soon, and you’re only working until the planetarium closes. So chances are you’re really only gonna work back here.”

Richie was barely paying attention to Stan, he was observing the exhibits around them as they got there. He got the basics of it though, he’ll be with all the planets for the rest of the year. Good thing Richie adored space.

“Alright,” Stan said as they finally reached the ticket stands. Nothing fancy, they were really just two counters with cash registers and small printers. But, with the layout, Richie knew he would have to be closer than expected with his coworker.

“Let me get you set up-”

“Wait.” Richie said, putting his hands up, “do you know who I’ll be working next to?”

Stan opened his mouth to answer, but he was cut off by a woman walking towards them with red hair and a boy trailing behind her.

“Stan!” The girl called his name. She was in the same outfit as Stan, Richie immediately assumed that she was another employee.

“Bev, I assume you have the other new guy?” Stan asked. Bev rolled her eyes and slapped a hand onto his shoulder.

“Don’t be so uptight! Yeah, this is Eddie.”

Eddie was shyly standing next to Bev, he’s looking up but not meeting anyone’s eyes. He looks nervous, Richie can relate to that. Eddie has soft brown hair that lies just above his eyes, he’s got tan skin with faint freckles spread all throughout his face. He’s short, shorter than Richie at least, but he looks like he would be able to take Richie down in a matter of seconds. Richie tries not to think about the other details of Eddie, like how soft his lips look and how impossibly attractive he is. It takes Richie a few seconds to realize that Eddie’s soft brown eyes have found his own blue ones. Richie jumps back a bit, embarrassed from being caught, and his cheeks go a dark red. His mind races with a million thoughts along the lines of oh god I hope he doesn’t think I’m a creep, oh shit- but all of it is cut off when he hears Eddie giggle. He giggles.

“Alright, let’s get started.” Stan declares as Bev walks away in the direction they came in.

I don’t think I’m ready. Richie thinks, and he knows he’s not thinking about the job.

…

“If you don’t have any questions, I’ll head back now,” Stan says. They didn’t spend much time learning the equipment, it was all very simple honestly. Neither of the two had many questions, all of Richie’s questions were answered earlier and Eddie seemed to already know the situation. Both boys watched in silence as Stan walked away until he was out of sight.

Now Richie actually had to interact with Eddie.

Oh god.

“Stan seems nice,” Eddie mumbles quietly. He’s looking down at his hands and fidgeting with his fingers.

“Oh, yeah he seems pretty cool,” Richie responds dryly, cringing at himself when it comes out.

There’s another beat of uncomfortable silence before Eddie actually looks at Richie and makes another effort. He holds his hand out and smiles warmly.

“I’m Eddie.” He says softly, it makes Richie feel a little less anxious about the situation.

“I know.” Richie blurts before he can stop himself. “Wait- no, I mean- I do know, I heard the girl- Bev?- introduce you to Stan and me-”

Then Eddie is giggling again, hand covering his mouth and a smile that reaches his eyes. Normally Richie would think that Eddie is laughing at him, but with his genuine and kind everything about Eddie is, he doesn’t dare think that.

“I’m Richie.” He eventually says quietly, he takes Eddie’s hand and shakes it gently. Eddie gives him another soft smile.

“Nice to meet you, Richie.”

“Yeah… you too.”

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2017 #my writing #the stars and the moon #emmie speaks #kinda

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blackirisposts · 7 years ago

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Fire Alarms

Summary: One night the fire alarms go off – might be normal – might not. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis Word Count: 2458 Notes / Warnings: fluff, danger, hydra, Protective!Bucky, minor violence. This is one of my favorites that I’ve written. Slightly inspired by a scene in Civil War. Bucky took over in this one. I own nothing; you’ve been warned.

Everyone living and working in the compound is assigned a partner, like a buddy system, in case of emergency. Darcy didn’t think this policy was serious nor in effect. Bucky is, of course, assigned to Darcy. He, being one of the most capable people on the team, and she, being one who’s seen a lot but somehow doesn’t judge people for it.

Steve thought it was a perfect match. In fact, it was his idea, and he pushed for it when he and Tony started to create the Emergency Pairing System.

Bucky protested, questioning Steve’s reasoning with a very loud, “What if something happens and whatever is left of Hydra comes after me and she gets hurt? Why won’t you put her with Thor or anyone else who’ll put her in less danger?”

“Seems like that is exactly why she should be with you.”

“No. She shouldn’t.” Bucky shot daggers at Steve with his eyes.

“Yes, she should Buck. She’s seen more than any civilian should, and she still keeps it together when things go South.”

Buck scoffed.

“You know," Steve said, as he arched a brow at Bucky. "She’s the one that tased Thor.”

Bucky’s glare didn’t falter.

“And she still brags about it.” Steve added with a grin as he left.

Loud screeching and bright lights wake Darcy from her sleep.

“Good, Lord! What now!?” She stumbled to find her sweater through the strobe light effect that her room was now encompassed in.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

Nothing.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.!?” Her tone becoming higher with her second call to the friendly A.I.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

She found her jeans, her shoes, and reached for her taser. Barely audible over the sirens, there was pounding on the door to her quarters. Her heart beat nearly out of her chest as she slowed her movements, moving to the side of her door, preparing herself for whoever or whatever was about to burst through.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

“Shit.” She breathed out, inaudible to her own ears as the alarms continued their assault on her ears.

She flicked the locks open on the door about to twist the knob from the side, when half the door came flying into her room. Darcy ran and slid behind the couch as the rest of the door came down. She could see splinters of the door spread across the floor from underneath the couch. And then, boots, combat boots. ‘Great, that tells me a lot,’ she thought to herself at the sight of the black books. ‘At least there was only one pair.’ One person, thing, whatever – she could easily take down. She had multiple charges for her taser; Stark outfitted it a few weeks after she moved into the compound. If there was more out in the hall, well, she couldn’t see that far. Hell, she could barely hear anything, though she thought she heard yelling. Hoping it was just her head messing with her, she prepared for her first strike.

Darcy wasn’t strong compared to the others, but she wasn’t one to go out without a fight. She moved up just above the edge of the couch, still on her knees, pointed her taser, and pulled the trigger.

Direct hit. The barbs of her taser hitting her would be attacker in the right shoulder.

She gasped as she realized what, or more importantly, who she had just attempted to tase.

“Fuck! Bucky!?” She moved from behind the couch, trying to yell over the alarms, “How are you not down?”

He stared down at her, expression blank, as he waited for the sparks of electricity to stop in order to pull the barbs off his arm.

“I’m sorry! Bucky? Are you okay?” She continued to yell, trying to hear herself.

He didn’t say a word as he walked up to her, taking her by the elbow, and walking back towards her room.

“Buck! Wait! What’s going on?”

When they reached her room, he closed the door, moving her plush, over sized arm chair to block it. He knew the chair wouldn’t hold back anyone like Steve or Hydra’s bigger thugs, but it would slow down more than a few, and that’s what he counted on. He moved towards Darcy, checking her for injury, when she was cleared to his liking, he moved to her closet. Unknown to Darcy, Bucky had hidden a 'go bag' in the very back of her closet. He grabbed the bag, turned, and thrust it into her hands, pointing to her dresser, before moving towards the window, peeking around from the side of the curtains. He could see figures running this way and that, too regulated to be scared civilians.

Darcy threw a few more tasers and charges into the bag, another sweater, extra glasses, a burn phone, loaded visa gift cards she kept on hand just in case, and last, but not least, her great grandmother’s rosary. Bucky quickly strode back to her, putting his hands on both her shoulders, looking her in the eye before nodding just once, and waited. She nodded back, not fully understanding, but finally giving up on trying to use her voice.

Satisfied, Bucky moved swiftly to the small space of wall next to her closet, throwing his metallic fist into the wall. He hit the wall, over and over, until there was a hole just large enough for them to squeeze through, one by one. Bucky went first. Darcy following as he held his hand through the whole in the wall to help her through. Darcy couldn’t tell where they were going, or where they even were. Luckily, for them, once Bucky had moved into the facility he memorized its layout and various routes through it; an old habit he was once again glad he had.

Bucky lead Darcy through service routes she didn’t even know existed. With each corner he neared, he slowed, holding his flesh hand out behind him, slowing Darcy as well, checking for clearance before continuing. Darcy soon became used to his movements, finding comfort in his repetition. Until they came to the last corner. Bucky stopped Darcy and took back the bag, pulling out a gun and a few clips. He handed her back the bag, helping her put the bag over her shoulders, and securing it. Her hands started to shake lightly but her face held strong. He took a step closer to her, wrapping an arm around her, holding her close for a moment. He parted from her motioning for her to keep low and a few steps behind him as they go, not fully knowing what or who would be outside in the surrounding woods.

Looking around the corner, Bucky saw no one and moved forward towards the rear service door. He slipped the door open slightly, taking quick glances side to side; only three men visible. The man closest to the door was two strides away. Bucky quickly wrapped an arm around him and used him as a shield as he took down the other two, Darcy following in toe. When they reached the wood line, he punched his human shield unconscious, and checked again for more agents near the building. Before he could stop her, Darcy started running at full speed once she was near the tree line, not looking back or waiting for Bucky’s all clear, barely able to see where she was going, adrenaline fueling her.

Bucky easily caught up to her and slowed her to a stop. She instinctively wrapped her arms around him holding him close as she caught her breath. She clung to him, trying to ground herself. He held her, carding the fingers of one of his hands into her hair, taking the opportunity to take in the woods around him, checking for more danger.

“Darce.” He whispered into her hair. “You need to breathe. You’re alright.”

She nodded as her pulse continued to slow, not trusting the steadiness or volume of her voice.

He continued, barely audible, “Now. You still have your taser?”

She nodded.

“And it’s loaded?”

She nodded again.

“Stay calm. Someone is behind me.”

His hand moved to cradle the back of her head allowing him to look down into her eyes for the first time since they left the building. Her face was mostly blank.

“On my signal. Are you ready?”

Darcy nodded again, maintaining eye contact as she moved her arms, mimicking rubbing his back but really adjusting the taser from her sleeve to her hand.

“Now.”

Bucky moved his right, using his left arm as a shield for Darcy as she peeked around his shoulder and fired the taser.

The figure clad in a stealth suit seized at contact, falling to the ground. Once the man stopped shaking Bucky rushed to him, taking his weapon and ear piece. He nodded at Darcy, reaching out for her to take his hand as they continued into the woods.

Through the ear piece, Bucky could mostly hear static. Over time, he pieced together that Steve and the Hulk were cracking skulls and not taking names. Bucky smirked as he relayed this information to Darcy, saying that it would only be a few hours until they could start heading back.

“Oh, okay, Buck.”

“Darce?” He squeezed her hand that he already held, realizing how cold she had gotten. “Damn, doll, you’re freezing.”

“Naw, I’m fine. I’m not really cold, I don’t think.” Darcy shivered involuntarily.

Bucky shook his head at her, smirking to himself, searching through the bag for the blanket. “Well, what if I’m cold?”

“Ha. I doubt that. You and Steve seem to run hotter than most, even when it's freaking cold.”

“Fair enough. But come here, we’ll bunk down for the time being. You need to rest.”

“Isn’t there some secret mini fort out here in the woods?”

“Nope. ‘Fraid not.”

“Really? I thought Tony or someone would have put one in. Like, a safe house? Something?”

“Why have a safe house right next to the base?”

Darcy just shrugged in response.

“Besides, if there was one out here, in the middle of all these blind spots, it’d be a bitch to keep secure.” Darcy started to shiver again. “Come here.”

Darcy took a few steps closer to him, still looking around in case anyone was still coming for them.

“Darce, it’s ok. No one’s coming this way, we just have to wait it out till the sun rises or till Steve or Sam find us.”

She nodded again, her teeth beginning to chatter.

Bucky sat with his back against a large tree, pulling out Darcy’s last minute sweater and handing it to her. She took it by trading it for her taser, her hand sore from constantly clutching it. Bucky placed the taser to one side, his gun on the other, and waited for her to finish donning her second sweater. When she was done, she looked from side to side, still not trusting the night.

Bucky reached up for her hand tugging her towards him, “Come on, doll. Let me warm you up.”

Darcy’s legs felt like lead and she crumbled into a sitting position in front of him. He pulled her closer, her back resting against his chest, laying the blanket over them before wrapping his arms around her waist.

“This alright?” Bucky gruffly whispered into her hair again.

His voice sent shivers down her spine as his warmth started to invade her. “It’s good. How are you still so warm? You’re like a machine.”

“I’m almost always warm. But I’m not a machine. Well, not all machine.” He said, as he flexed his left hand at her side, rubbing and tickling lightly.

Darcy lightly laughed in reply, “I hope you don’t mind that I really want to cuddle the shit out of you right now, Buck.”

He chuckled, “I don’t mind, doll, take all the warmth you need.”

He wrapped his arms tighter around her after she settled further into him, tucking her head on his chest near his neck.

Before he knew it, Darcy had stopped shivering and drifted off to sleep. Bucky kept awake as dawn approached. His stolen ear piece had remained silent for a few hours. He knew it was only a matter of time before it’d be clear to go back to the compound or someone would come looking for them.

Eventually Bucky started to doze a little in the warmth shared between him and the still sleeping Darcy. A low hum woke him from a shallow sleep.

“Aren’t you both adorable? So this is how to keep you out of a fight, huh?”

Bucky glared at Redwing, as Sam’s voice came from it’s speakers.

“Huh?” Darcy blearily looked around as the noise woke her too.

“Sam? Is it over?”

“Yep, you two love birds can come back to the nest!”

Bucky raised his gun, “Doll, cover your ears.”

“No, Bucky, don’t shoot it!” Darcy chuckled, knowing his distaste for the mechanical bird. “Redwing is adorable in its own rights, I guess.”

“Hey man, leave him out of it!” Shouted Sam, “I’m just telling you all is clear. I’m not the bad guy in all this.”

“Fine.” Bucky lowered his gun, slowly, while maintaining his glare at the bird. “Any injuries?”

“One guy got lucky and Steve’s got a black eye that should clear up easily enough. But besides that, the holes you left leaving, a few busted cars courtesy of the bigger, greener Banner, and one sad attempt on Tony’s vault door.. Nothing that can’t be fixed.”

“Good. We’ll be back to the base soon.”

"Aight. I’ll let Steve know you’re on your way.” And with that, Redwing flew off back to the compound.

Bucky slowly removed his arm that was still wrapped around Darcy’s waist as she stretched, and looked around the forest, taking in the striking difference that morning brought. Bucky stood up first and holstered his gun before helping Darcy up.

“Well, as weird as that was, thank you, Bucky. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so safe while feeling so scared.” Darcy went up on her toes and pecked a small kiss to Bucky’s cheek.

A light blush spread through Bucky’s face as a smirk formed. “You handled yourself rather well.”

“But?”

“But, I think I owe Steve an apology.”

“What?” Darcy shrieked in disbelief. “What are you talking about? Was this just an exercise? Or what-“

“I’ll tell you over breakfast after a shower, okay, doll?” Bucky laughed as he slung the bag over his shoulder and took Darcy’s hand in the other, tugging her toward the compound.

Darcy fell in step with him, a slight blush adorning her features as well.

“Okay, Buck. Whatever you say.”

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sweetlysilent · 7 years ago

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Unpredictable Pt. 2

Requested: Nope

Alright homies, here we have it, a part two that was requested by all you lovely readers out there. I just want to say thank you first of all for liking it that much?? It means a lot.

I also found a song you should listen to while reading this one, it might put you in the feels we don’t know ;)

Also, please give me feedback! It’s really appreciated! And maybe, just maybe I’ll consider doing a part three to this imagine if people genuinely want it, so let me know.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Description: Your brother is Harrison Osterfield, and your his younger sister (by like a few months, which he always teases you about which results in you both arguing), Tom is Harrison's best friend, you've known him forever, but recently you started to feel different around him, making you rethink everything and worry about what Harrison would do if he found out the truth.

Warnings: Swearing, mention of sex.. oops.

Word Count: 2,357

A/N: It's almost 3am, and yeah.. You're going to get hit with feels, I might be sinning, we don't know.

It had been exactly two weeks, three days, an hour and fifteen minutes since your 'incident' with Tom in the kitchen that morning, but it wasn't like you were counting or anything, right?

Since that morning, or what is more appropriate, night with Tom, things have been a bit strange.

Every time he'd come over to your house, he'd do his best to avoid you, and you weren't going to lie, it pissed you off. He was treating you like you didn't exist, and you were getting tired of it real fast.

"Hey Haz, is Tom coming by later?" You asked one morning, walking into the kitchen, starling Harrison.

"Uh, I think so, we're supposed to go over some lines, why?" He looked at you skeptically, making you shrug your shoulders as you sipped your coffee.

"Just wondering, I haven't seen him in a while, that's all." You gave a vague answer, knowing it wouldn't tip off Harrison to anything other than you just missed the guy.

You watched your brother give a hesitant, but approving nod, making you relax slightly, you hadn't been caught, yet.

You took this time to layout your plan in your head, it was time to shake things up a bit, but you couldn't help but glance over at your brother.

You noticed Harrison observing your outfit, giving you an unpleasant look at how you were dressed, you gave a sly smile, you had just woken up, so you were still in your nightwear.

"Y/N, don't you have anything other than that to wear, especially when someone is coming over?" Harrison groaned, rubbing his face with his hands in frustration.

"What? I like to let my friends breathe, sue me." You fired back, making Harrison roll his eyes at your comment, you really were his sister.

"Just, cover up, for the love of god." He muttered, walking out of the kitchen and into the family room, making you laugh quietly to yourself.

You sat in the kitchen, eating your breakfast Harrison had made you, before you heard the all too familiar doorbell ring.

"Y/N, I got it." Harrison yelled, but you were already sprinting to the door, which confused the hell out of your brother.

You opened the door, revealing Tom who's eyes widened at the sight of you, he wasn't expecting you to be the one to open it, especially not in the outfit you were currently wearing.

"Hey Tom, surprised to see me, or my friends?" You smirked, watching as he struggled to keep his eyes focused on yours.

"I was expecting Harrison, not you." He hissed, making you laugh at how he was acting.

"See that's the thing, I'm unpredictable, you won't ever see me coming." You winked, before stepping aside to let him enter the house.

Tom bit his lip hard, walking past you as he went to search for Harrison, mentally cursing you for causing so many problems already.

"Hey man, you made it!" Harrison grinned, patting Tom on the back as they wandered into the family room, cracking open a few beers before they started going over lines.

You heard them laughing and talking about the script, making you smile to yourself.

You didn't know how this happened, you used to see Tom as just Harrison's best friend, but ever since that night, things changed, and your viewpoint for Tom did too.

You noticed things you never did before, like the way his nose would crinkle when he laughed, or the way his hair would be curly in the front and wavy in the back some days, or when his face would become a rosy pink color if he got embarrassed.

It was then that you realized you no longer saw Tom as just your brothers best friend, but someone way more than that, someone that you truly wanted, someone that you needed.

You knew it was going to be dangerous since Tom was your brothers best friend, and there was no way in hell Harrison would ever be okay with him dating you, let alone probably even hugging you in front of him.

You looked yourself over in your mirror, a small smirk on your lips as you walked down to the kitchen, purposely making noise to gather their attention, and you just wanted to mess with Harrison.

"For the love of god, Y/N, please stop with whatever you're doing, we're trying to practice." Harrison shouted, making you laugh at his reaction, it was always very simple to piss him off.

"Actually, Haz I need to ask you something." You entered the family room, watching as Harrison looked at you curiously, and Tom visibly freeze at the sound of your footsteps.

"My friends are setting me up on a date tonight, and I know last time I disobeyed you, so rather than lying, I thought I'd just let you know." You shrugged, a smile playing on your lips as Harrisons eyes widened, his head shaking in disapproval.

"No way, there's no way in hell I'm letting you go out there and do god knows what and come back drunk and shit like last time." Harrison stood up, walking over to you, placing his hands on your shoulder.

"I'm not five years old Haz, I can take care of myself." You patted his cheek, making him swat your hands away.

"Y/N, you're too young to date, I won't allow it." Harrison declared, making you burst out laughing, surprising Harrison and Tom.

"I can do what I want Haz, and who I want." You winked, making Harrison's face pale, and Tom's eyes widen as he turned to look at you, your eyes locking for a split second.

"Since that's settled, I'll see you all later, I have a date to go on." You smiled innocently, running back up to your room, hearing Harrison swearing like a sailor.

You sat down in your chair, putting on some music, it was time to show who was in charge, and make Harrison extremely unhappy.

Gonna wear that dress you like,

Skin-tight,

Do my hair up real, real nice,

Cause I just wanna look good for you.

You grooved around to the music, doing exactly what the song said, you decided to curl your hair, letting the loose curls hit your shoulders as you put on your favorite tight black dress, and man was it tight.

One look in the mirror and you knew you were going to have all eyes on you, and you knew for a fact one of them would be Tom's.

You looked at your phone, seeing a message from your friends, letting you know they were at your house. Your heart fluttered, this was it, it was time to make a statement.

You walked down the stairs, your heels clicking against the wood flooring, signaling you were leaving.

"Oh my god, what the fuck are you wearing? Oh my god." Harrison shouted, his eyes wide with horror as he saw his sister descending from the stairs.

You gave a small smirk, making Harrison glare at you, but you simply blew a kiss at him, making him groan in frustration.

Tom soon appeared beside him, his eyes raking over your body until he met your eyes, which were already looking at him.

You gave a wink at him, making him glare at you, he knew exactly what you were doing, it didn't take much for him to figure you out.

"Y/N, there is no way I'm letting you go out like that." Harrison stood in front of you, but you simply shrugged your shoulders.

"Too late." You smiled, giving Tom one last look, before exiting the house and off with your friends to your blind date.

"How could she do this to me? She literally wants me to die." Harrison yelled, running his fingers through his hair messily.

But Tom on the other hand couldn't stop thinking about you being on a date with someone that wasn't him, he knew it was wrong of him to think that way of you, you were Harrison's sister, but you had been provoking him all day and he was tired of it.

Tom followed Harrison into the kitchen, where he was drinking away his anger, which Tom soon joined him in on, all he could think about was you in that black tight dress, the dress that showed a little too much.

Your friends had put you on a blind date with a guy named Tyler, you had to admit he was attractive, but not even close to how attractive Tom was.

You both had dinner, which you found pretty pleasant, you weren't disappointed, Tyler was a gentleman, that you liked, you both had nice conversations, but there was a part you were missing, you needed the challenge, and you knew the one person who gave it to you.

The dinner date soon ended, Tyler had convinced you to hangout with him for a few hours, which obviously lead into a tiny make out session, and a few hickeys here and there.

Time passed quickly, and you soon decided to leave, knowing you'd be dead if you came home later than midnight like before.

Tyler dropped you off at your house, you walked in quietly, doing your best to not get noticed, but you weren't as sneaky as you thought you were being.

"Where the hell have you been? Do you know what time it is?" Harrison started scolding you, making you roll your eyes, he really did treat you like you were five.

"I expected you home earlier since it was just a date an- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!" Harrison yelled, rushing down the stairs, noticing your hickeys all over your neck.

"A gift?" You shrugged, looking at your shoes, unable to meet Harrisons eyes.

"We're so talking about this in the morning, I can't handle this right now. My own sister.. good lord." Harrison muttered, wandering into the kitchen, making you laugh quietly.

You took of your heels, walking up the stairs, letting out a sigh as you saw all the red and purple marks on your neck.

"You know you have some nerve wearing that dress?" A voice spoke up, startling you as you spun around, only to be met face to face with Tom.

"How did you get in here Tom?" You questioned, walking up to him, as he smirked slightly.

"You leave your window unlocked, it's like you were asking me to come in." He grinned, making you roll your eyes this time.

"Now, who said it was alright for you to go on this date huh? To let some random guy mark you? That should of been me, me Y/N." Tom spoke lowly, making your heart beat so fast you felt it in your throat.

"I don't even care if you're Harrison's sister anymore, I want you, I need you. Now." He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest, making your eyes widen.

"Then what are you waiting for? Leave this dress a mess on the floor." You whispered, seeing Tom's eyes darken for the first time, making your stomach do a flip.

You knew there was no going back now, and only time would tell till Harrison found out what you two were hiding.

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theimaginator-omniworld · 7 years ago

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Grievous (edit)

The black-and-grey Nu-class attack shuttle dropped out of hyperspace, its destination just ahead: an old surveillance base constructed in an asteroid in an attempt to be hidden from plain sight. Despite the fact that the asteroid field was itself scarcely occupied by any sentient beings, the metal pieces and sensory equipment jutting out from the sides betrayed the stealthy intention.

“The outpost is straight ahead, General,” the pilot announced over the intercom.

“Thank you, A.V.,” the Jedi Master replied. Bahsé Sigré stood from his seat in the back of the shuttle, running an armored hand down his scruffy goatee. “So, this is where the distress calls have come from,” he muttered to himself, lightly tossing his helmet up in his other hand. “I sense something… familiar about this place,” he said aloud to his Shadow Squad. “I already don’t like this place. It’s too…”

“Quiet? Eerie? Creepy as all get-out?” Boomer asked, the jet trooper shouldering his EMP blaster.

“Pretty much, yeah,” Bahsé agreed. He looked over to Kuma, his Nelvaanian Padawan. “What do you sense, Kuma?” he asked in her language. “What can you feel?”

“An evil lurks here,” she replied, closing her round eyes and scrunching her brow. “It feels like a trap… and intent to lure us here and slaughter us.”

“Oh, what a comfort,” Stitch, the medic, muttered. He was one of the clones that learned how to understand her language the fastest. Speaking it was still a bit of a challenge, however. R1, the general’s black, silver-domed, and gold-paneled astromech beeped nervously in the corner.

“Merely an encouragement to stay sharp, R1,” Bahsé said as he donned his helmet, shedding his cloak and letting it fall in a heap behind him. His blue-and-black armor glinted in the dimly-lit cab, the golden accents shimmering. “Stay cheeky and stay sneaky, boys,” he said.

“Sir!” they said in unison. The Shadow Shuttle touched down inside the main hangar. Surprisingly, the outpost still had power; the life support systems still maintained the inside of the area. The door of the shuttle lowered, allowing the group to step outside and survey the area.

Two Jedi fighters flanked them, inoperative and lifeless; the starships that carried the Jedi who came before them. One’s astromech was still in its compartment. Or at least what was left of it. The dome had been blasted and torn apart, bits and pieces of circuitry and motors scattered around it. R1 chittered sadly, rolling over to the dead astromech and letting out a low, sad sound.

“Whatever or whoever did this left no witnesses,” Foxx, the scout of the team, muttered. “No one to report back their findings or call for help. Dauntingly thorough.”

“Gives me the impression I don’t wanna meet them, whoever they are,” the commander said. Kinn looked to Bahsé and drew his pistols. “Either that or they don’t wanna meet us. How do we go about this, General?”

The Jedi checked his right gauntlet, pushing a sequence of buttons. A small holo-map projected from the forearm, displaying the layout of the base. A small trail of tunnels and halls took up the majority of the map, with large rooms dotting the edges of the base. A faint dot pulsed at the top of the outpost. The distress beacon.

“This is the source of the call,” the Sentinel said, pointing at the faint dot. His finger drifted down the image, stopping halfway down. “This is where we are.” A larger dot indicated their position. “If there are any survivors, they may be in one of these rooms. We need to find and rescue them. Stick together so we’re not picked apart.”

“And if it’s a trap?” Kinn asked. “If no one else is here alive and we’re walking in there to join them in death?”

“Kinn, my friend, it’s obviously a trap,” Bahsé said, the holo-map fading out as he lowered his arm. “That’s why we were sent here; to spring and foil it. We’ve done so before, back on… Felucia…” He suddenly went rigid, as did the rest of the clones. Kuma looked among them, one eyebrow raised in confusion.

“What?” she asked, her Basic coming heavily accented. “What happened on Felucia?”

“Grievous,” Bahsé said, his armored fist clenching tight. The ARC trooper named Mack, clad in brown-marked armor, put a hand to the center of his chest where his scar remained from their previous encounter.

“Been looking forward to giving him some payback,” he growled.

“Be on the lookout for assassin probes,” Bahsé said as he started walking forward, grabbing the double-bladed lightsaber hilt from his back and the handguarded one off his right hip. “If you hear or see anything that sounds like rapid metal legs clinking in the dark, shoot to kill.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Or run like hell, whichever works for you,” he added. The Squad and Kuma followed behind, while R1 rolled back into the Shuttle, beeping and squawking at Bahsé. “Be my guest,” he called back, and the droid rolled right to the back of the Shuttle, closing the door behind him.

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The Jedi Master, the Padawan, and the grey-armored clones slowly made their way up the levels of the base, through halls of flickering and demolished lights on the ceilings. One flickered ominously at the end of a long hallway. Bahsé kept an eye on the it as he opened a door, his helmet light coming on as he swept the room. “Clear,” he reported, moving down the hall to the next room.

Kinn and Mack opened another door, aiming their blasters inside and sweeping the area, careful not to let anything catch them by surprise. Apparently, they weren’t careful enough.

“Boss!” Mack called. The towering Jedi was behind them in seconds, the young Nelvaanian and the rest of their men following just behind. The room was littered with droid parts, clearly sliced apart by a lightsaber. The source of the mess was soon discovered; a Kajain'sa'Nikto lay slumped against the opposite wall, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging agape. Bahsé stepped between the two ARC troopers and knelt down to him, putting a hand to his shoulder and checking for any vitals.

“Dead,” he said quietly. He looked down. The Jedi’s robes were cloven in four on either side of him and over his legs, as if they were cut in an ‘X’ pattern, with two smaller holes piercing either pectoral. Lightsaber burns. “This is definitely another trap set by Grievous,” he said, standing abruptly and slinging the deceased Jedi over his shoulder, stashing the fallen Jedi’s lightsaber inside the storage compartment on the side of his boot. “We’ve determined what we needed to,” he said, walking towards the door. “We’re leaving.”

“Yeah, I hear that,” Gidget said distantly, his gaze fixed at the flickering light down the hall. Bahsé peered at him and turned his head as he leaned out the doorway. Foxx, Clipper, and the jet trooper twins were gazing in the same direction, Clipper’s sniper rifle leveled at the end of the hall.

“What is it?” Bahsé asked, peering down the hall and stepping out of the room. The three ARC troopers and Stitch turned and followed their gaze, as did Kuma. The Nelvaanian’s fur suddenly stood on end, her ears perking up and forward.

“Master?” she whispered. Bahsé looked back to her and then down the hallway, jolting as he saw what everyone was looking at. The light had been out when he was looking, but now it flickered back to life, giving him his answer.

“Have I ever told you guys how much I hate deja vu?” he asked aloud.

The other missing Jedi was at the other end of the hallway… hanging limply in the air, suspended by two thin appendages. The hanging head suddenly snapped up at them, causing everyone within eyesight to grimace harshly.

“Okay, that’s just wrong on so many levels!” Boomer said, shuddering.

“It is alright,” a warbled voice crooned at them. It sent shivers up even Bahsé’s spine, and Kuma’s fur was standing up on every inch of her body, her hands clenched tightly around her lightsabers. The voice matched the corpse, but the mouth did not move, nor did the glazed eyes. A hand slowly rose and motioned them closer. “There is no need to worry,” the voice said again, the head falling back limply. “Everything is juzzzzt fiiinnnnne…”

Red orbs suddenly illuminated behind the puppet Jedi, the metallic body raising above its toy.

“Assassin probe!!” Bahsé bellowed. “Jet troopers, fire!!”

Booster and Boomer leveled their EMP blasters and fired, the projectiles soaring down the hall and bursting as they hit their mark. The droid let out a horrific squeal, a blood-curdling mix of its own noises and the mock voice it possessed from its victim. Its eyes flashed wildly as it went limp and crumpled to the floor.

“Do we really need to go get the body for any kind of–” Stitch began to ask.

“Nope!” Bahsé interjected.

“Okay then, thank you for considering our sanity.”

“No problem,” the Jedi said, still frozen at the sight before him. He turned to Kuma, and gently set the un-desecrated Jedi down. Her eyes were wide with sheer terror, and her ears stayed perked, but her entire body was trembling. “Kuma?” he asked softly, kneeling down in front of her and gently putting her hands on her shoulders.

“Young one? Kuma, look at me. Kuma, sweetheart?” He took his helmet off so she could see his aquamarine eyes, soft with empathy and concern. “It’s over now, it’s okay,” he said softly. “I’m right here, we’re right here.” “That thing… was using her like a marionette,” she whispered, her voice merely a squeak as her gaze stay locked on the horror.

“I know,” Bahsé said, cupping her cheek and turning her head to him. “I know. We can leave if you want to. Do you want to go back?”

She stayed still for a moment, shaking in fear before tears came to the corner of her eyes. She fought them back, as she was trained to do when she first came to the Temple before becoming his Padawan. She nodded slowly.

“Yes,” she finally whispered. Bahsé gently pulled her into a hug, holding the back of her head. He let her go and stood up, grabbing his helmet.

“Come,” he said. “We got what we came for–” His head snapped up, his gaze locking forward. Kinn looked at him and followed his gaze, aiming his pistols down the way they had come.

“General?” he asked. “What is it?”

A sound in the dark. Metal legs clinking on hard surfaces echoed down the hall. First one set. Then another. More and more.

A red glow down the way.

“Shadow Squad,” Bahsé said slowly, donning his helmet and slowly reaching for his lightsabers. “You remember Felucia?”

“All too well,” Mack said, stepping towards Kuma. “We didn’t let Patches die there, and we’re not gonna let Kuma die here.”

“I appreciate you saying that, but you know what I want you to do more than anything at this point?” the Sentinel asked.

“Run for our lives?” Foxx questioned.

“Yep.”

The sounds of droids roared behind them as they fled down the hallway, Kuma keeping close to Bahsé at all times. Assassin probes sprang from their hiding places in the walls and behind obstructions, but never even had a chance to strike as Bahsé and Kuma tore them to shreds with their lightsabers. Flashes of green dominated the halls as Kuma twirled her blades with grace and precision, even as fear wracked every bone in her body. Blue and green blades accompanied hers, emitting from Bahsé’s saberstaff as they cut down droids one after another. The low reverberating hum of his crystalline gold-and-silver blade added to the sounds of the halls as probe after probe fell around them, flashes of blue leaping down the walls as the Shadow Squad fired all around them.

Kinn caught sight of the red orbs above Kuma before either Jedi did. “Look out!” he bellowed as he tackled her away, knocking her, Mack, Stitch, and Boomer down a separate hall with him, the group falling like dominoes.

“Master!!” Kuma cried out as the two ARC troopers lifted her to her feet.

“Get to the Shuttle!” Bahsé hollered over his shoulder, aiming his left gauntlet down their way and firing the mounted blaster, nailing a probe in the central eye as it turned to chase them. “I’ll meet you there, I promise!” He turned to Ripper. “Lay down covering fire!”

“Time to rip and run,” the ARC captain said as he turned, aiming his Z-6 rotary and letting loose a stream of blaster fire, cutting the mechanical nightmares down between the two groups.

“Come on, run!!” Kinn barked as he fired, leading the way down their hallway. They turned left at the end of the hallway, flew down a flight of stairs, and then kept running straight down the hall, until…

“Hold up,” the ARC commander said, raising a hand and shuffling his feet to a stop. The others stopped next to him, looking at him as if he were crazy. “You hear that?” he asked.

Kuma perked an ear up and listened hard. Her eyes widened as she looked at him. “They no longer follow,” she said in Basic.

“That’s good, right?” Boomer asked. “We lost them?”

“Well, y’know,” Stitch said, shrugging. “Either we lost them or they stopped chasing us to let their boss finish us off.” He stood stock still when everyone turned back to him and froze.

“Just nailed it right on the head, didn’t I?” he asked.

“Yep,” Boomer said.

“He’s right behind me?”

“Mm-hmm,” Mack hummed, nodding as he slowly brought his WESTAR up.

“Right.” Stitch turned slowly around to find himself staring into the familiar yellow eyes of the freak of mechanics and nature that had nearly killed a friend of theirs the last time they met. “Hello,” he said nervously.

“Goodbye,” the gravelly voice snarled as two lightsabers ignited at his sides and swung. The blades swept empty air as Stitch was pulled back to the group by Kuma, her green lightsabers poised as she stepped in front of her men.

“Ah, another Jedi learner,” Grievous said slowly as he drew up to his full height, towering over them. “You are not my first Padawan victim, and I will certainly enjoy adding you to my trophy list.” The blades swung forward in a blur, but Kuma was just as fast, catching them and locking them in front of her. “You are the armored Sentinel’s new pet, aren’t you?” he asked. “The other one before you was a bit of a challenge, but you… you seem a little more timid. Did my probes frighten you, young one?” he chuckled as he pressed forward, sliding Kuma back a little. “Allow me to take you out of your… huh?” He raised his head, peering around in the dark.

The clones had disappeared.

“You would leave her to die?” he called out, his left leg coming up to clamp around her throat. He turned and flung her down the hallway, laughing and coughing as she whimpered when she hit the hard floor.

“No,” a deep voice said, echoing in the hallway. Grievous turned around, swinging his saber to light up the hall. “You seem to have forgotten who we are, General,” Kinn’s voice echoed. The droid general turned to see a barrel in his face.

“We’re the Shadow Squad. The darkness is kind of our thing.” Kinn fired his pistol, but the general had moved quicker, dodging the blast and knocking him aside. Mack and Boomer fired next, the EMP burst just barely missing the general’s leg as a few shots from Mack’s WESTAR pelted the shoulder armor.

Grievous snarled as he somersaulted, landed on his hands, and kicked them away, knocking them into the wall. “I have not forgotten you,” he growled. “Especially the way you took my legs out last time.” His foot shot back and grabbed an advancing Stitch by the helmet, dragging him around and chucking him next to Kinn, the force knocking the wind out of them. “But this time, I will have my prize!” He brought his arm back and swung at Kuma, the young Nelvaanian closing her eyes to brace for the burn of the saber and the swift death that followed.

It never came.

She opened her eyes and screamed as she looked at the body beside her. Kinn had dived forward to protect her, and now there was a smoldering gash in his armor, his own WESTAR cloven in two and lying next to his unmoving form. She looked up at the monster with fear and anger in her eyes.

“Prepare to join your friend,” Grievous growled as he raised his other saber.

“HEY!!”

The voice was so loud and so sudden that even Grievous jumped. He looked up to see a familiar Jedi standing in front of him, a large hole recently cut into the wall. The rest of the Squad stood behind him, their blasters leveled at the droid general.

“Step. Away. From my. Little. Girl,” Bahsé growled, his voice low and deep. It sent shivers down Kuma’s spine, but the feeling was suddenly lifted when she registered what he had just called her.

“The Sentinel,” Grievous chuckled. “We meet agai–” he grunted as he was hurled back down the hall with the Force.

“Get to the shuttle,” Bahsé said lowly, stalking towards his new throwing toy. Kuma stowed her sabers and lifted Kinn up with the help of Stitch and Mack.

“Kick his metal hide to Mustafar, boss!” the ARC captain in brown hollered over his shoulder as they made their way through the hole.

“You can try,” Grievous snarled, unlatching his arms and twirling his four blades. “But you will merely be a–”

“Let me make something perfectly clear,” Bahsé interrupted, igniting his yellow knife-bladed saber and his crystalline one. “You will never look at, much less think about, any of us ever again. You will never come within eighty parsecs of me or my family again. And I’m going to make sure you remember that right now.”

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A.V. and Gunny stood in the entrance of the shuttle, their blasters in their hands and scanning the area. R1 stood between them, his dome and scanners pivoting as he searched for life forms. Several of them were coming their way, and his dome halted in a forward position, squawking hopefully.

“Get that shuttle prepped for takeoff!” Mack bellowed as they came into eyesight. The pilot and gunner relaxed for a moment before heading back to their seats, A.V. raising up into the cockpit first.

“Where’s the general?” Gunny asked before ascending.

As if on cue, the rock wall on the east side of the hangar burst apart, and General Grievous came tumbling through, coughing violently.

“That’s…not the one I meant,” the gunner said, an eyebrow raising beneath his helmet.

Bahsé stepped through the hole, an eerie calm in his stride.

“Ah, that’s the one,” the clone said, punching the button to ascend. “Looks just peachy to me, I’ll be up here, thanks.”

Grievous looked up to see the Shadow Squad boarding the shuttle and scrambled at them, his six appendages clacking along the ground. He didn’t get five feet before he was flung back into the wall above the main entrance tunnel. Bahsé had dashed forward, clenched his hand around the Jedi hunter’s foot, and hurled him back, the wall cracking from the force of the impact. Grievous staggered to his feet, snarling as he spun his lightsabers wildly and advanced, growling as he swung at the Jedi Sentinel.

Bahsé sidestepped to his right, avoiding the two green blurs of light, and then swung his yellow saber up, slicing the two right arms off of his foe. What he didn’t plan for, however, was the opening he gave to Grievous’s left arms. The droid general cackled as he took his chance, plunging his lightsabers forward.

They bounced harmlessly off the Jedi’s back.

Bahsé turned around to look at the sabers that had just attempted to skewer him, and then into the wide yellow eyes of Grievous.

“Forgot I had phrik armor, didn’t you?” he asked casually.

“Unfortunately,” Grievous said slowly.

“Well, that happens,” Bahsé admitted. He abruptly put his lightsabers on his belt, causing the droid general to draw his head up and back in confusion. Before he could blink, the Sentinel drew his right fist back and drove it forward, the black phrik glove smashing into the ivory-colored faceplate of the infamous Jedi slaughterer, a spiderweb of cracks spreading from the point of impact. Grievous stumbled back and fell, his arms rising up to shield himself.

The crystalline blade ignited again, both of Bahsé’s hands gripping it tightly.

“After all this time, after all the Jedi you’ve hunted, slaughtered, and murdered for sport,” Bahsé said lowly, drawing the saber to his side and leveling it, poising it to strike.

“It ends here.” The blade plunged forward.

A red blaster bolt knocked the blade away, allowing the crippled metal form to plant one foot on his enemy’s abdomen and push, throwing him back to the Shadow Shuttle. Bahsé landed on his hands, pushed off, and landed on his feet, the armored boots clanking against the ramp of the shuttle. Dozens of probes had appeared out of nowhere, swarming the hangar and cutting the two generals off from each other.

“Get us out of here!” Bahsé bellowed, stepping in as the door raised shut. The shuttle lifted off, turned, and burst out of the hangar, a few unfortunate droids attempting to hitch a ride getting incinerated in the sudden burst of fire. The craft reached open space, and A.V. engaged the hyperdrive, jumping the Shuttle to lightspeed and heading back to Coruscant.

“Well,” Ripper huffed, plopping down in a seat. “That went well.”

“How’s Kinn?” Bahsé asked.

“Stable,” Stitch reported. “Thankfully his rifle took the brunt of it. The scar’s deep, though, but he was throwing himself in between Grievous and Kuma like a heroic imbecile at such a speed that it didn’t hit anything vital. Missed his spine by millimeters. It’s going to burn like the core of Mustafar, though, so we should get him in the bacta tank.” The medic went over to the rear wall, pressing a hidden panel and stepping back as the seats folded up and the wall slid up with a hiss to reveal a one-person bacta tank that Gidget and Bahsé had installed for just such occasions. Within minutes, Kinn was stripped of his armor and bodysuit and inserted into the tank, the gel beginning to heal the cut as much as possible.

Kuma walked over and put a hand on the glass of the tank. “Köszönöm,” she said softly, whispering a few other words in her mother tongue.

“What’s that?” Foxx asked quizzically.

“Thank you,” Bahsé told him. “She’s thanking him in her own language.” He took his helmet off and gently put a hand on his Padawan’s shoulder. She looked up at him and hugged him, her arms wrapping around his middle.

“Köszönöm, Apu,” she whimpered as she shook, tears coming to her eyes. Bahsé stood there, blushing as he looked down at her.

“Alright, we got the first one, what was the second?” Clipper asked.

“Father,” Stitch said, smiling warmly as he and his brothers watched their general slowly wrap his larger arms around the crying young Nelvaanian. “She called him father…”

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Glimpse of Stella #6

“It’s just easier to call you my ex,” Stella said into the phone. As she passed through the airplane door, the crisp Autumn air bit at her nose. She shuddered and hunched her shoulders as the wind whipped through her flannel and leggings.

“You say that as if things are over between us,” the voice on the other end let out a sly chuckle. “Why did you call me anyway?”

As she proceeded down the stairs, she asked herself the same question. Why did she call him? Why did she fly here? “I told you, you’re the only person I know in the city.”

With a hearty laugh, he replied with an exaggerated “Okay, then. If you don’t want to tell me right now, that’s fine.”

Stella rolled her eyes, not really knowing what else she expected from him. “Can I stay with you or not?” she said sharply.

“Woah, killer. Calm down. I’ve already sent you the address. See you soon, babe.” The click was so soft and sudden that Stella wasn’t certain if he had hung up. She checked the screen. He had.

The cab ride to his one bedroom apartment was full of second thoughts and probing questions from a cab driver who seemed way to interested.

“Have you been to city before?”

“Nope, first time.”

“You visit with family? Friends?”

“Uhh… a friend?”

“You dont’ know? That seem a good story?”

“I suppose so.” She shot him a stern look in the rear view mirror.

“Okay.” His made an open palmed gesture towards the steering wheel, barely removing his hands. “How long is your stay?”

“I, uh… I don’t know.” She looked at the one-way ticket stub she still held in her hand. When she had realized she needed a fresh start, he was the only person she thought of. Now, all she could think of was how stupid this was, that she had made a huge mistake.

The cab driver droned on about how much he loved the city and his favorite places to go. He sprinkled in a few questions, but Stella stared out the window and avoided answering them all. Rows of buildings passed by. Office buildings, restaurants, night clubs, skyscrapers, apartment buildings. Everything blended together in Stella’s glaze dover eyes.

Lost in thought, she didn’t notice that the cab had stopped A light knock on the window brought Stella back to reality, and the cab driver was outside with her bags already out of the trunk. Stella shook her eyes into focus and the cab driver opened the door. She stepped out of the cab onto the sidewalk. The buildings blocked most of the sun and funneled the wind, making the Autumn air dance with winter temperatures.

She paid the cab driver and turned to the apartment building behind her. With a deep breath, she picked up her bags and crossed the city sidewalk to the door. Ten buttons ot the left of the door listed the last names of the tenants. As she started to scan the names, the door flung open, knocking her backwards. She stumbled, but maintained her balance.

When she steadied her feet and looked up, she saw someone standing in the shadows of the door. She squinted, but couldn’t make out any distinguishable features. She slowly stepped forwards as the figure in the door did the same.

“Why do you look so scared?” Stella felt relieved as she recognized Ben’s voice. “Like I was going to let you buzz up and keep you waiting in a city you don’t know. He stepped out onto the sidewalk and picked up her bags. “Now come on in, let’s figure out what’s really going on.” He headed inside. Stella rolled her eyes at his cockiness and followed inside behind him.

Neither of them said anything on the walk up to Ben’s fourth story apartment. When they reached his door, he pushed on it and it opened with ease. “Do you not lock your door?” Stella asked.

“Usually, but I knew I was only going to be down at the door for a little bit. I know all my neighbors pretty well, and that door is the only way in and out. I wasn’t worried.” As he stepped inside, a cat met him and walked circles around his feet. Ben lifted the bags up over the cat to set them next to the door. He bent down to scratch the cat’s head, and it immediately began purring. When it finally saw Stella, it froze in its tracks and stared. Stella bent down and held out her hand. The cat took a step forward and sniffed, then ran into the other room. “Oh, don’t pay her any mind. She gets super jealous of any girls that step into the apartment. She’ll warm up to you.”

“Good to know,” Stella sighed as she looked around, surveying the apartment. It was lightly furnished with an open layout. The dining room, kitchen, and living room were all one big open space, only distinguishable by the furniture, appliances, and carpet. They were currently standing in the dining room, with the kitchen on the left and the living room on the right. Two doors broke off from the living room.

“I know you had a long flight and then probably rushed over in the cab, dying to see me. Bathroom’s the first door on the right,” he motioned to the first door off the living room.

Stella rolled her eyes again, walked into the bathroom, and shut the door. The walls were white with tiles lining the upper half. It was small, with a standup shower, toilet, and sink, with only cabinets below the sink. She placed her palms on the edges of the sink and took a deep breath before she looked in the mirror. She shook her head at herself and quietly mouthed the words what are you doing here at herself. She turned on the cold water and splashed some in her face.

When she gathered the nerve to exit the bathroom, she didn’t see Ben anywhere in the apartment. She called out, “Hey! Where’d you go?”

She heard a voice call from beyond the second doorway. “I’m in here. Had to look for something real quick. Come on in.” Stella hesitated, but slowly walked through the door and into Ben’s bedroom. He was sitting on the left side of the bed, rummaging through a pile of papers on the nightstand. Without looking in her direction, he reached around and patted the bed. “Have a seat.” Stella sat on the right corner furthest from him and glanced around the room.

The bed took up about a quarter of the space of the room. A large dresser and a desk took up some of the extra space, both piled with books, papers, and notebooks. From behind her, Ben spoke. “I’m sorry it’s such a mess. I don’t usually have anybody in here, and I’ve been too busy to worry about cleaning up. I’m working on six different projects now, and my shit is just spread out everywhere.”

Stella didn’t say anything, and just continued to look around. A few posters hung on the walls, most of them depicting some of Ben’s favorite authors and poets. Stella knew because they were hers too, and one of the many things they bonded over.

Ben continued rummaging through papers all over his room, and walked into the living room a few times to come back with more piles of papers. Stella watched him intently, wondering what he could be looking for. He was hunched over on the ground, flipping through a pile of mostly used notebooks. He paused, sat up, scratched his head, and looked around the room. Stella and Ben locked eyes for the first time since she arrived. His eyes lit up and he smiled at her before continuing to look through the notebooks.

Stella took a deep breath. “This is dangerous,” she said.

Ben stopped looking through the notebooks and cocked his head in her direction. “What do you mean?” he said, as he worked his way to his feet, and then over to sit next to her on the bed. With another deep breath, Stella contemplated making a joke about papercuts. “Come on, be honest with me, Stella. What’s really going on?”

Stella shook her head. “I don’t really know what I’m doing here. I haven’t seen you since that day at the train station…” she trailed off.

“Yeah, where I basically told you that you were the one that got away, and that I was still crazy in love with you, and you left anyway.” Ben shifted his weight on the bed, much like Stella remembered him doing that night. His eyes dropped to his hands.

Stella softly chuckled. “God, that feels like another life. I mean, how many years ago was that? Five? Six?”

“It feels like yesterday to me.”

Stella placed a hand on top of his. “Me too. I…” she trailed off again.

Ben shook his head and shoulders. “So what’s dangerous, anyway?”

Stella laughed. “You. Me being here.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not sure anything good can come from this.”

“No, why are you here? For real, Stella. Why here? Why me?”

“My entire world fell apart,” Stella turned to Ben as tears slowly filled her eyes. “I needed to run. I needed to get out of there. I could feel myself fading. And,” she lifted his chin and met his eyes, “Every bone in my body screamed for me to come here, to come to you. Like fate.” Ben stared at her, swallowing back tears, but didn’t say a word. “Why did you agree to let me?”

Ben smiled, “Because I once told you that, no matter what, you always had a place to stay with me. I never knew if you heard that, but I did tell you that once. I promised you that. So, when you asked, I followed through. I wanted to do something right by you, even if you deserve so much more.”

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