#i am going to bed mantis promise just needed to get the thought out

[wings-of-flying]

you just knoww jay and kira wrote fanfic in navy school. like they'd be at the back of a history class teaching them a false narrative, and they'd be scribbling away and the teacher would think they're taking such detailed notes but really they're writing the filthiest rpf smut about a captain and his first mate who gave a talk at their school one time

[lottesreads]

Why Me? - Part 9

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Mitchell! Female Reader (Callsign Mantis)

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, talk about sex, mentions of abuse, pining, forbidden relationship, jealousy, self-doubt, Hangman being a menace, talk of death, mentions of exes

Word Count: 9k (It's worth it, I promise)

Summary: After a chat with your dad, you're feeling a little better about your family situation. You still get the feeling you're being watched and try your hardest to be on your best behavior. And the time finally comes for Bob to meet Emily.

A/N: I wrote the last bit to this part MONTHS ago and I'm so excited to finally share it with y'all. Again, love the likes, comments and reblogs make me cry happy tears and I love you all!

Also, special shoutout to Tonya Harding anon, whose reaction I am always excited to see when I post. Anyway, enjoy!!

Masterlist

Bob was an idiot. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself as he drove home to Sylvia. Of course you would want him to go out on a date, or whatever this was. You are his friend, and friends want each other to be happy. Except, Bob knows he won’t be happy with Rachel’s friend, whatever her name was. Even as he unlocks his front door and is greeted with Sylvia running toward him, he still can’t help but feel a little sad over the thought of you. You’ve been on his mind every day since he first laid eyes on you, and he knew even then you were too good for him. There was a moment today, as he held your hand he felt the courage to say something. He wasn’t sure exactly what he would have said, but you make him feel scared and brave all at the same time. It’s hard to explain, but who would he have to explain it to anyway?

Even as he’s brushing his teeth, his thoughts wander as they usually do to you. The way your eyes light up when you give him a real smile. Not the fake ones you’ve been sporting lately. The way you were so gentle with him, and every time your hands found each others it felt so natural. So right.

Clad in just his boxers, Bob slips beneath the sheets of his bed as he sets his glasses on his nightstand. And even though he knows it’s a hard habit to break, when Sylvia jumps up to join him he doesn’t push her away. He welcomes the comfort, patting the spot next to him as she circles once, plopping down against his side once she’s sure she’s found the right spot.

The warmth takes his mind back to the night he spent in your bed. How even in your drunken state your hand was able to find his heart so easily. You didn’t need a hand to do that, though. Somehow through all of his attempts to avoid having to look at you longer than he had to, you had already found it. He could tell the minute his heart started pounding out of his chest the first time he saw you that you would get there easier than anyone else had, or probably ever will.

His eyes grow tired, and as he turns his head he can almost make out the shape of your face, your eyes reappearing underneath your lashes. A soft smile creeping from your plush lips as you stare back. Bob is quite sure he’s dreaming now as the lingering floral scent of your shampoo clouds his senses. As much as he wishes it was, it doesn’t feel real as he kisses your forehead. He can’t move, he knows if he takes any more liberties in this dream it will slip out of his fingers just like they all have before. If Bob can be with you in any way he knows it will only be in his dreams. And as much as it hurts to wake up and realize it’s not real, and there’s no way you would want him, he still allows himself to relish the moments where his brain tricks him into thinking you do. He’ll take the hurt of waking up as reality crushes his spirit just for the chance to know you in his sleep.

And now his mind remembers what it feels like to have your hands caress his face, cradle his jaw, and trace over his lips. The rushed way your lips met his cheek. Closing his eyes he can pause the memory, smell your perfume, know the way your kiss felt against his face. Your touch will fuel his dreams for years to come. He knows this to be the heartwrenching truth as the thought of you brings him to a deep sleep.

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The drive is silent, and yet you still take the long way home. The day is finally catching up to you as you park your car in the driveway, opting to just sit in the driver’s seat, staring at the steering wheel. It’s still the same shitty little car you bought when you were 17, the heater doesn’t work, but you figured you don’t need it in San Diego. And the battery’s a little finicky, but you just keep telling yourself you’ll get a new one when you have the time. Whenever you’re not falling for people you can’t have or punching your brother- teammate. You swiftly correct yourself. If he wants a relationship that’s the only one he’s going to get from you.

You don’t even know how long you’ve been sitting in your car, contemplating your existence before you’re walking to the front door, head held low. Your brain is on autopilot, the rest of your body following. The light in the kitchen doesn’t even phase you as you lock the front door behind you, running a hand down your face as you lean against the door.

“I was wondering when you’d get home”, your head shoots up in the direction of your father’s voice coming from the kitchen table, startling you.

“Jesus christ”, you let out.

“I got back to the bar and they all told me you already left, so how did I beat you here?” Folding his arms across his chest, he raises a brow for you to answer.

“I just needed to clear my head, go for a drive.” You shrug. He hums in acknowledgement, holding your gaze, as if waiting for you to go on. His eyes fall to your hand as you rub at your forehead. “Well, I think I’m just gonna go to bed-”

“Were you going to tell me what happened to your hand?” A shaky breath leaves your body as you look down to the fading bruise, it’s a wonder he was able to see it at all anymore.

“You never asked.”

“I never noticed.” He counters.

“And whose fault is that?” You bite back. He’s at a visible loss for words as you move to the stairs, taking a few steps toward your room, “Like I told Penny, I slammed it in my car door.”

“Oh c’mon”, the slightly raised level of his voice stops you in your tracks, “Cut the crap kid. Tell me the truth.” You turn to face him as he stands, just so tired with the day and the same old bullshit you’ve been trying to swim through.

“Seems like you already know the truth, so why does it matter if I tell you?”

“Because you keep lying to me!” You know he’s not just talking about covering up what Rooster said. There’s a deep frustration within his words that goes back to when you were a kid. Lying about how you got those bruises around your wrists, even the lie you kept up for four years while you attended the academy.

“Dad, please, I really don’t feel like talking right now-“

“No. You keep avoiding me, and we’re having a conversation. Now.” It’s your turn to beg as your lip begins to wobble.

“I’ve already had a rough day and I just want to go to sleep, please dad.”

“What’s wrong?”, he asks with a much gentler tone.

“It’s nothing”, you respond, fiddling with your thumb instead of staring back at him. Sighing, he shakes his head at the ground.

“Please. Just tell me the truth. Talk to me bug.” The nickname falls softly from his lips, even if it is hard for him to say. Truth be told, he couldn’t bring himself to call you that after Carole died, he didn’t want to encroach on the Bradshaw’s nickname for you. He knows you’ve worked hard to become the independent woman that you are today, but right now all he can see is his little girl standing at the top of the stairs. It brings back memories of you as a kid, blanket in hand, waking up from a scary dream. In those instances you’d wipe at your tear-stained cheeks and tired eyes, clinging to your dad. Your eyes look tired now, just not due to lack of sleep anymore.

“There’s just a lot going on right now”, you mutter.

“You don’t have to tell me everything… I just want to make sure you’re ok, kid.” You nod at his words. There is a lot going on in your mind right now. The most recent thing involves something or rather someone you would never in a million years tell your dad about, so your mind wanders back to the root of how you got here. Why you’ve been feeling inadequate in comparison to the person who turned his back on you, not even giving you the decency to watch as he left you to drown.

“What do I have to do for you to see me the same way you do Bradley?” Your father’s shoulders visibly slump as he blinks up at you.

“It’s like he can do no wrong in your eyes. And I kind of get it. I mean he’s the product of two people you loved very much, and I… I was an accident”, Damn it. You are so sick of crying, but you try to swallow the frog in your throat to delay it anyway you can, “A regret you’re forced to live with every single day.” You’re picking at your nails again, heart beating so loud in your ears you don’t hear your dad get closer until his arms are wrapped around you. The two of you sink to take a seat on the stairs you were all too eager to run up only a minute ago. The second his arms reach around your shoulders, the tears start falling from your lash line, and you try your best to muffle your sniffling through his jacket.

“Hey, who told you that?” he gently asks, running his hand over your head in an attempt to soothe you.

“Who do you think?”, you mumble back, defeated. He sighs as he sets both hands gently on your shoulders, trying to get you to look at him.

“How could I regret you when you are the one thing that I am most proud of in my life? Huh? Screw every title and trophy, being called your dad is the greatest achievement I will ever receive.” His green eyes don’t tear away from your own, driving the sincerity of his words right through your heart. 

“Do you understand that?” Nodding, you move to rest your head on his shoulder while he rubs your arm.

“And about Bradley… There’s a lot that boy has and will do wrong. I was just surprised that after- hell, sixteen years he wanted a relationship with me again. I didn’t see that I was hurting you, and sweetheart, I am so sorry.”

“I thought you died, you know”, you whisper. “I thought you both did.” He holds you tighter at your remark. The harrowing moments on the Uranium mission when you had to sit in your F-18, listening to your teammates scream that your dad, and then Rooster of all people had gone down haunt your memories. Take up space that could otherwise be filled with anything else. “I was ready to forgive him. Almost losing the two of you for good made me realize I missed him more than I hated him. And now-”, you take in a deep breath, your dad going back to rubbing up and down your arm.

“You know, Goose was my brother. Blood be damned. I miss him and Carole every single day. I see them both in Bradley, but this anger- I know that comes from years of hatred and resentment he harbored towards me. I’m sorry you got caught in the crossfire of all of that.”

“He did apologize to me. Multiple times. I just don’t know if this is something that I can forgive him for.” Your dad hums and gives you a nod, moving to stroke your head again.

“You don’t have to decide that right now. I think it’s up to him to show you if he really means it, and in the meantime you can let your old man try to knock some sense into him.” You huff out a small laugh through your nose.

“Has he said anything to you?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“Yeah, we had a little talk on Sunday.” Furrowing your brows, you move your head to look back at his face.

“What did you say?” “Nothing that he didn’t need to hear. Someone had to remind him that’s not how you treat people, let alone your family.” You inwardly cringe at his use of the word. You know Rooster doesn’t have many blood-relatives left. A couple cousins on his mom’s side, but they’re all older and already have families of their own. You guess, in a sense, you are the only family he has left.

“I already punched him”, you mutter. Sighing once more, he turns and places a kiss to the very top of your head.

“I know you did, kid. Thanks for telling me.” You sit on the stairs a little longer, the relief of talking to him lifting a weight off of your chest. Until he speaks up again.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to lie to me anymore, ok?”, you nod against his shoulder. “Is there anything else bothering you?” And even though you just practically told him you would tell him the truth, this is one thing you know you cannot and will not divulge to him.

“No.”

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You’re a little nervous for work the next day. There’s not a doubt in your mind that you did the right thing by telling Bob to go on that date or whatever it is, and you’ll stick by that decision. But now you have people watching you. Rooster, even as you walk into the ready-room while Hangman, Payback, and Fanboy suit up to take to the skies, is already watching as you move to take a seat on the couch, noticeably across from Bob instead of next to him and Phoenix.

Bob looks up almost immediately as you sit, and sends a small smile your way. You do the same to him and it almost feels like before. Just pleasantries, even if you are excited to see him. God, Rooster was going to ruin your life. You’re pointedly avoiding his gaze even though you know he’s still watching. This is ok, though. You’re just going to follow Cyclone’s advice and do your job. That’s what you’re here to do.

Once the first group is done with their exercises, it’s your turn to head out along with Rooster. Your dad was adamant he was not the one who set up the pairs this time, and you immediately know this was a direct order from Cyclone. A test.

The object is to use the evasive maneuvers you’ve been practicing to avoid one Pete “Maverick” Mitchell from shooting you down. You’re walking to your jet when a voice stops you in your tracks.

“Mantis!”, Rooster calls out. You turn, holding your head high as he catches up to you. “We got this, right?” You eye his helmet as he holds it out to you. And as if the action summoned the beast himself, over Rooster’s shoulder you notice Cyclone standing in the hangar, shoulders squared as he watches the two of you get ready for takeoff. Looking back to Rooster, you knock your helmet into his.

“Right.” He nods once, trying to hide his surprise at your willingness.

Waiting in the air for your dad to make an appearance is like waiting in the eye of a storm. You know it’s coming, you just have to wait for it to pass over before all hell breaks loose.

“You see him yet?”, you ask, breaking the silence that has since formed after taking off.

“Not yet, but keep your eyes peeled, he likes to sneak up from below.” If there’s anything you know about your father, it’s that he doesn’t like to use the same tricks twice. Which is why when you look up, you’re not at all surprised at Maverick’s jet flying just above the two of you, nose diving the slightest bit as if he thinks he can catch you off guard.

“Bogie’s right above us, coming in hot, break right Rooster.” He does as you say while you break left, and your dad is left scrambling as his attempt to dive between the two of you is foiled. The two of you successfully evade Maverick for the time being, but when you’re left right next to each other and Maverick’s coming back around, you know he has to choose one of you to “shoot down”, and you know he won’t be choosing you.

“He’s coming back around Mantis”, Rooster warns. You eye his jet coming up from behind this time.

“He’s gonna go after you. When I tell you to, break left.” You watch his speed steadily increase as he gets closer and closer to the two of you, your hand twitching on the yoke of your jet. “Now Rooster!” He does as you say, and just like you planned it, Maverick follows him. Their jets fall as they get closer to the Hard Deck, and you watch Rooster start to climb back up.

“I’m leading him to you Mantis, heads up!” You follow their jets from above, waiting for Rooster to lead Maverick into your trap, and before you know it, they’re both in front of you, the shrill sound of catching tone on your dad ringing in both of your cockpits.

“Tone!”, you exclaim, “You’re out Mav.” You can’t help the smile that forms on your face, even as you make your way out of the cockpit. Once you land, Rooster is waiting for you with the same look on his face. 

“Now that's what I’m talking about, Mantis!”, he offers his hand in high five as the two of you walk off the tarmac, and as the adrenaline from beating your father makes its way through your veins, you take him up on the offer, slapping your hand against his.

The rest of the team in the ready-room starts clapping as the two of you walk back in. As if defeating Maverick was one of the hardest things you’d have to do. You laugh as you tap your fist against Coyote’s, the others patting you and Rooster on the back. Bob’s standing at the couch, still clapping for you as he gives you a wider smile, a seemingly proud look in his eye, like he had no doubt you could do it. You smile right back, getting the feeling he had the confidence you could the entire time.

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When lunch rolls around the adrenaline has since worn off, leaving you a little tired. You drag yourself into the mess-hall and spot Bob at your usual table in the crowd. You hate that your head perks up at the sight, and even if you were stuck a moment ago, your feet move in his direction. You greet him with a smile, and your heart melts as he moves his lunch bag off of the seat he saved just for you. Taking a breath of relief at the routine, you take a seat. A weight is lifted off of your shoulders, Bob is a friend, a great one at that, and you don’t want to do anything to risk that. Even if you long for more, and you get butterflies every time his hand touches yours, or he gives you that same crooked smile, you just want to be around him.

“Hey, nice job today”, he says as he starts to unpack his lunch.

“Thank you. Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t ask this morning, but how’s your nose?” He makes a move to touch the bridge of his nose, feeling for any sort of tenderness.

“Oh, it’s fine. I think bein’ out in the sun all day just dried me out. Made it look worse than it actually was.”

“Well hopefully we won’t need to have another mandated beach day. And maybe next time you’ll drink more water”, you comment, raising your brow at him.

“Ok”, he laughs, “I was a little distracted, next time I’ll make sure I’m chuggin’ water.” You furrow your brow with a smile as he digs into his lunch.

“What got you so distracted you forgot to drink water?” He swallows the bit of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich he just took a bite of, trying and failing to avoid your gaze.

“Oh, um-” The sound of Phoenix pulling out a chair at the table saves him from answering, as you look back to your friend. She offers you a high five and you’re quick to take it from her.

“Helluva job today, Mantis”, she says with a smirk.

“Thanks, what can I say? I am too good”, you joke as she rolls her eyes, Bob chuckling next to you.

“If you keep quoting that Texas Ken doll, you are not coming to my house on Saturday.” She says as she points her fork in your direction. Putting your hands up in a mock surrender, she switches the subject.

“Speaking of… Bob”, his head perks up, “Rachel’s excited for you to meet Emily.” Your eyes slowly flit to Bob, gauging his reaction. He swallows again before responding, if you thought any better you’d think he was nervous.

“What have you told Emily about me?”

“Just that you’re a really good friend, cute, and sweet. You know, the basics.” He lets out a light scoff.

“Yeah, well, don’t get her hopes up, too much.” At his words you lightly tap his shoulder with the back of your hand.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”, you ask.

“C’mon”, he looks to you and back to Phoenix, “You tell a girl you’re settin’ her up with one of your Navy buddies and she’ll expect someone like that Texas Ken doll. Not… me.”

“Bob”, you start, almost placing a hand atop his, but ultimately deciding to land on his shoulder, “I’ve met a ton of meatheads during my time in the Navy, but you are a breath of fresh air in an otherwise tainted climate. You hear me?” His eyelashes flutter as he blinks at you. Taking a deep breath in his eyes land back on Phoenix who gives him an encouraging smile.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself.” Phoenix’s phone starts ringing, and she smiles wider as she takes it out of her pocket, “It’s Rachel, I’ll be right back.” You go back to your food as Bob does his, or at least you try to. It’s so stupid. He’s not even yours and the thought of him seeing another woman makes your stomach ache.

“Do you really think this is a good idea?”, his ocean eyes are riddled with worry as you look back at him.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”, you ask, your voice a little softer. He simply shrugs, staring back at his large hands.

“Setups like this usually don’t work out for me… They’re always expecting someone I’m not.” Your heart falls at the dejectedness in his voice. You can tell he’s had his heart broken many times after Mandy Harrison, and he doesn’t expect it to stop happening.

“Bob-”, you quickly stop yourself before calling him Bobby, “That just means those people weren’t right for you. And so what? You’ve taken chances before, that just means you’re open to the possibilities.”

“What possibilities? Feelin’ like a fool again?”

“The possibility of finding happiness in another person.” He stops arguing for a second, and again, it’s just the two of you. The table vacated except for you and Bob, your heart pounding in your head, taking over your every thought. “I don’t think wanting to be happy makes you a fool. It makes you human. And if taking this chance means you and another person end up happy, why not risk it? Who is it hurting?” You resist the urge to answer your own question. You. It’s hurting you.

“Nobody. I guess”, he responds, almost under his breath. It makes you want to double over in pain, but you resist and give him a small smile, eyeing the freckle just below his hairline as he focuses back on his lunch. He doesn’t actually eat any of it, just keeps picking up the same carrot and putting it back down until Phoenix comes back.

“Ok, well. We’re figuring out food so I need an official headcount. I know the two of you are coming, but are you still sure you want me to invite Rooster?” You’re snapped back to reality, finding Rooster across the room, eating alone again. The team still hasn’t let him back in quite yet, and while you’re thankful for the comradery, he is still a part of the squadron.

“Yeah, it’s fine”, you nod as she eyes you warily. 

“Ok, I can’t promise it won’t be awkward…”, she warns.

“It’s always going to be awkward. Might as well face it head on.”

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You’ve been to Phoenix’s cozy bungalow a few times since being reassigned, and even though the two of you have grown a lot since bunking together at the Academy, she was still the same messy roommate you knew and loved her to be. Which is why when you show up a little early to help her set stuff up on Saturday evening, you’re surprised to see it’s already tidied up, no real additional cleaning required.

“Wow”, you remark as you step foot in the kitchen, “Are you sure I’m at the right address? This is too clean to be your place.” Stopping her motions as she chops up some fruit, she fixes you with a fake glare.

“Oh haha. You here to crack jokes or help me out?” You move to step around the counter, but a screech from behind you stops you in your path.

“Mantis!” Rachel squeals, reaching to give you a hug, “I’m so happy you’re here!”

“I’m so happy to be here!”, you respond in the same cadence, still a little surprised at her excitement.

“This is gonna be so much fun, I can’t wait to meet everyone else!”, she practically bounces on her feet, ginger locks swaying with her. You turn back to help Phoenix, clocking the lovestruck look on her face as she stares at her girlfriend.

“Who else have you met?”, you ask, starting to chop up fruit alongside Phoenix.

“Oh let’s see, you and Bob of course, we ran into Payback and his family at the beach, and then Rooster. But Nat tells me we’re mad at him right now?”, she cocks her head to the side, checking with her girlfriend if that’s still the case. Natasha nods, plating her already sliced strawberries.

“That’s right, but tonight we’re offering him an opportunity to redeem himself”, she responds, looking back at you. A knock comes from the door and Rachel excuses herself to answer it, leaving you and Phoenix in the kitchen. “You sure you’re gonna be alright with him here?” The voice in the back of your head tells you it’s not being around him you’re worried about, it’s being around-

“Bob!”, Rachel exclaims, “I’m so happy you’re here!” Your head shoots up to the entrance of the kitchen as Bob follows Rachel in. Your eyes are drawn to his clean-shaven face, then down to the strain of his forearm beneath the rolled up flannel he dons. A case of Dr. Pepper is clutched in his hands as he greets you and Phoenix, moving to place it in the fridge.

“You really didn’t have to bring anything”, she complains.

“I know, but mama told me to never show up to a party empty-handed.” Catching each other’s eyes, you give him a smile and turn back to your task at hand.

Before long, people are showing up, and Bob is whisked off to help rearrange some furniture to create more room for the influx of people. You’re talking to Payback, Fanboy and Bob just off to the side, when Rooster enters through the front door, a 12-pack of beer in hand that he hands off to Rachel as she greets him, noticeably without a hug. You watch as Phoenix approaches him, hands on her hips as he nods at what she’s telling him. From the way he’s attentively listening to her, you can tell she’s giving him a rundown of what she expects from him. You can make out the last of their conversation as her lips move, asking if he “got that?” He only nods in response, and you quietly smirk to yourself.

You’re talking to Fanboy now, Bob still hanging just to the right of you with Payback when you hear that same squeal from Rachel, only this time your stomach drops as she greets her friend.

“Emily!”, your eyes turn and find a stunning blonde woman hugging Rachel. You can’t help but gaze at her figure, her beautiful face and feel a little jealous. Turning back to Fanboy, you catch Bob looking your way through the corner of your eye, figuring he’s trying to get a look at Emily but you’re in the way.

“Bob!”, Phoenix calls out. You turn to find her dragging Emily over to your small group in the corner of the living room. He sets his can of Dr. Pepper on a coaster, before wiping the condensation off on his jeans. “This is Emily, Emily, this is Bob.”

“Nice to meet ya’”, he says, offering a handshake which she takes. You watch his hand engulf hers and have to tear your eyes away. It’s so stupid, but that’s the same hand that has wiped your tears away, gently comforted you, and you don’t want to be, but you’re jealous that it isn’t your hand he’s holding right now. She moves on, introducing her to the rest of the group, and you give her a polite smile and your name.

“Or you can call me Mantis”, you offer.

“Nice to meet you all”, she gives with a gorgeous smile. “Wait, Bob, what’s your call-sign?”

“Oh, it’s just Bob”, he responds with a nervous look on his face.

“Oh”, she laughs. You furrow your brows, glancing at Bob whose face is now red with embarrassment. You’re about to speak up for him, but Emily is already calling out for someone before you’re able to. “Rooster!” All of your heads turn as Rooster makes his way over, Emily immediately jumping to give him a hug.

“Wait”, you turn to Phoenix, “Do those two know each other?”

“Kind of, they met when I introduced Rooster to Rachel. It was actually his idea to set her up with Bob.” And then she takes a swig of her drink like she didn’t just drop a bomb on you. Your gaze hardens as you slowly turn back and see Emily running her hand down Rooster’s arm. That sneaky bastard had a master plan this entire time. His hazel eyes make contact with your own as you squint. He swallows and turns back to Emily who is still trying to hold his attention.

Once everyone arrives and settles in with a drink or two, a most wonderful idea to play “Never Have I Ever” is suggested by Hangman. Who has decided he’s the ringmaster of the entire party now. A few tame questions are asked, drinks are drunk, and then he has to open his stupid mouth, “Ok, never have I ever played spin the bottle.” You look around the room, leaving your drink in your hands, as pretty much everyone else takes a swig. Including Bob, who looks quite uninterested in his “date” talking Rooster’s ear off on the other side of her.

“Whoa, whoa whoa”, Hangman directs towards you, “You’re telling me you’ve never played spin the bottle?”

“Nope, but I’m not at all surprised you have.” You bite back, almost taking a swig of your drink before remembering the point of the game. Choosing to pick at the label instead.

“Alright, new game idea!” Hangman announces.

“We are NOT playing spin the bottle, this isn’t a 14-year old’s birthday party.”

“Fine then, who’s up for truth or dare?” He asks the room, eyes never leaving yours. You squint at him, suspicious of his intentions like always, as everyone else agrees to his plot. “I’ll go first”, he so graciously offers, “Mantis, truth or dare?”

“Truth”, you immediately respond, not giving him the chance to dare you what you think he’ll try to.

“You’re no fun”, he says rolling his eyes, “Fine, when was the last time you got laid?” He so casually asks as you just about spit out your drink, shock overtaking your features.

“Jesus Christ” You hear Rooster from next to Emily.

“That’s a little hard-hitting right out the gate, don’t you think?” Fanboy pipes up from across the room, still a hint of intrigue in his voice.

“It’s all part of the game, Mick. Besides, we’re adults, we’ve all had sex before. Right Mantis?” He asks, turning to you with his head tilted, as if trying to goad a response out of you. Scoffing, you glance across the room, taking note of everyone paying attention to what you have to say. Except for Rooster, who is really trying not to focus on the game right now.

“If you’re trying to insinuate something I suggest you come out and say it”, you respond, squaring your shoulders, daring him as he shrugs in your direction.

“All I’m saying is that since I’ve known you-

“A couple months” You interrupt.

“3, almost 4 months” he quickly adds, ”In that time I haven’t seen you leave the Hard Deck with anybody except good ‘ole baby on board over here. And we all know that ain’t gonna happen.” Hangman’s thumb hooks in Bob’s direction where you notice he’s begun to trace the rim on his can of soda, not giving Emily his attention while she attempts to whisper something in Rooster’s ear. You turn back to Hangman’s smug grin as he takes a swig of his own beer.

“Fine”, you relent, “You really wanna know?” His brows raise a single time, daring you to go on.

“I’m all ears”, he says, showcasing his stark white teeth as he leans back in his seat. And even though you know it’s not just Hangman listening, you’re not about to back down from a challenge. Even if it will absolutely embarass you in front of your team.

“It’s been a couple years”, You offer, immediately taking a drink so as to not meet anyone’s eyes.

“How long is a couple?” You clench your teeth, rolling your eyes until you’re staring at Hangman again.

“Five”, you mutter through your teeth, hoping he’s the only one who will hear you.

“Come again?” “It’s been 5 years” you finally confess loud enough for everyone to hear. Common looks of wide eyes and quiet whispers are shared as Phoenix gives you a knowing look. One that says, “I know exactly who the last person you slept with was.” You fix her with a stern gaze, deterring her from saying anything to you on the matter.

“Oh I heard you the first time, I was asking when you were gonna come again.” Phoenix throws a pillow at him from across the room as he laughs at his own joke.

“Alright, I need another drink” you huff out as you get up and walk into the kitchen. You can still hear the cacophony that is the dagger squad from behind the wall, but continue to look for something else to drink. Maybe something a little stronger that will help you get through the night.

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Bob excuses himself from Emily, not even checking back to see if she heard him as he leaves the game in hopes of catching you in the kitchen. He finds you with your back toward him, fridge door open as you examine what it has to offer. He sidles up next to you, mirroring your stance of leaning on the counter behind the two of you. You have yet to say anything as he reaches into his front pocket, procuring a penny, and sliding it across the counter to your resting hand.

You smile slightly at the sound of the coin across the counter top, and finally at the feel of Bob nudging it underneath your fingertips. You sigh and look back to the fridge, Bob thinks you’re going to let it slide until you respond.

“It’s kind of embarrassing. To admit that I haven’t.. Been with anyone in a while. It’s just that I- I haven’t met anyone since that I’ve trusted enough to- do that with, I guess.”

“Why would that be embarrassing?”, he broaches the subject even as his face begins to flush a shade of pink. You huff a breath out through your nose as you begin to fiddle with the penny, smoothing the now warm object in between your fingers.

“I don’t know, I just thought by the time I reached this age I would have actually been in a meaningful relationship. Or at least had more experience to tell for it”, you hide the last sentence under a small laugh as Bob looks down at his feet. To be honest, Bob is kind of surprised you haven’t been in a relationship in that long. You are absolutely beautiful, funny, and smart, and anybody would be lucky to have you. But he isn’t about to add fuel to the fire that is your own insecurities by questioning something you’ve probably been wondering for a while.

“And it’s the same everywhere I get stationed. Just egotistical men who only want the bragging rights of fucking a captain’s daughter. Like that’s all I am to them. Not an aviator, not an officer, not a person… Just something they can use to show off as an achievement.”

There’s still noise coming from the other room, but it’s quiet between the two of you. Just the hum of the refrigerator as Bob tries to gather the words from being angry at these so-called men, or apologetic to the fact that you feel embarrassed about something you have no right to be embarrassed about.

“I think that it’s good to listen to yourself, and if you haven’t found someone you feel comfortable enough sharing that part of you with, then you shouldn’t be embarrassed. And those other guys are completely stupid if they don’t see the talented aviator and amazing person that you are.” You look back at Bob, wondering how he’s only a year older than you but so much wiser. “You are so much more than your dad. I hope you see that.”

“Thanks, Bobby”, you can’t help but let the nickname slip from your lips. There’s a moment where it’s just the two of you in the small kitchen, hidden away from all the chaos that’s taking place in the other room. Until it proves too much for you and you break his gaze, clearing your throat.

“I just don’t know where Hangman gets off, asking a question like that.” Bob offers.

“Well apparently he’s getting off a lot more than I am”, you respond as Bob gives you a laugh. The skin around his eyes starts to crinkle and that’s when you know he’s actually laughing, not just trying to be nice.

“We all know he is, but I’m not so sure about his partners…” he tapers off.

“Oh my god”, you start laughing.

“Bob”, the both of you turn at Phoenix’s voice coming from the doorway, “Emily’s asking for you.”

“I highly doubt that”, Bob mutters under his breath as he turns to walk back to the living room. Phoenix stays behind as you slip the penny in your pocket, and open the fridge back up to grab a can of Dr. Pepper.

“Hey, you ok?” She asks you softly. You turn as you crack open the can, giving her a small smile.

“I’m fine, just don’t want to go back out there and have to sit through a round of truth or dare.”

“Listen, Hangman’s an idiot. And if you want to avoid any further probing I suggest choosing dare. The worst thing they're having people do is show each other’s camera roll or take a shot.” You don’t even remember the last photo you took, probably of some sunset. And you wouldn’t be totally opposed if someone had you take a shot right now. “Was the last person you were with really Lieutenant Douchebag?” You laugh at the nickname for your previous boyfriend, lovingly given to him by Phoenix, then immediately shudder at the thought.

“Yep”, you respond, taking a swig of the soda, regretting your decision to not grab something with alcohol in it. She grimaces, taking a breath in.

“You need to get laid”, she casually tells you as she grabs another drink for herself and Rachel.

“Jesus”, you laugh at her cavalier attitude, “How about we take a night and not talk about my sex life.”

“From the sounds of it, it doesn't seem like you have one” You scoff then laugh as she smiles at you. At times like this you’re grateful you met her when you did. She saved you from having a lot of lonely nights to yourself, introduced you to what a friend should and could be. “What, too far?”

“Not from you it isn’t”

As soon as you emerge from the kitchen, trailing behind Phoenix you see Bob locked in a conversation with Emily. Rooster now sits on the other side of Bob, happy from the sudden reprieve of not sharing the other man's “date”. She’s obviously trying to hook Rooster back into the conversation as Bob remains polite by listening to whatever she’s saying. You take a seat around the coffee table, staring at Bob crack a slight smile as you hear someone call out your name. 

“Mantis, truth or dare?”

“Dare” It was a knee-jerk reaction, truly. Just based on Phoenix’s reasoning, it was the only response you could come up with. Ultimately, as you turn your head to the person who asked, you realize it was the wrong answer.

Your eyes grow wide as Hangman’s own stare you down, a smirk forming on his face once he realizes the power he wields over you. His eyes turn into slits, like a snake who’s finally cornered its prey.

“Oh I am going to have so much fun with this”, he responds, victorious. He grabs his bottle of beer, downing the rest of it as he makes his way to the coffee table in the middle of the room. You’re sitting on the floor in front of the t.v., as Hangman finishes his drink and ever so slowly hands you the now empty bottle. 

“Now I know you’ve never played before '', you immediately cringe, resting your forehead against your denim-clad knee and let out a groan. You hear laughter sound out from around you as Coyote playfully nudges your shoulder, “So let me explain the rules. You’re gonna spin the bottle, and then you get to kiss the lucky person the neck points to.”

“You could have just dared me to kiss you if you want it that badly bagman”, you say as you move to your knees to place the bottle on the surface of the table.

“That’s just plain against the rules, and it’s not about who you kiss. I just wanna watch you squirm a little bit.” He leans back in his seat as you glance around the room, just to see who your future lips will be locking with. You make eye contact with Rooster and give him your best glare. He scratches the back of his neck and stands without wasting another second.

“I’m gonna go get another drink”, he announces while stepping over people who have begun to sit on the floor around the table.

“Oh!” Emily pipes up, “I’ll come with you!” You catch Bob watching the two of them leave the room and your heart sinks a little. You can’t help but feel a little jealous at the attention he’s been giving her, but at the same time you want someone to see him the way you do. It’s just unfair that the only person you’ve felt this way about in a very long time, happens to be the one person you’re not allowed to pursue. He’s an amazing person, and Emily would be crazy not to see what Phoenix, or Rooster, practically shoved right in front of her. You’re really starting to hate Rooster for playing with Bob’s feelings. It may be unintentional, but the reason he wanted to set him up in the first place wasn’t out of the pure kindness of his heart.

You spare another glance around the room watching as everyone tries to take up as much space as possible, making you think they’re a little too eager to kiss you. Except, it wasn’t the fact they could kiss you, it was the idea that they could brag about kissing Mav’s daughter. Just like you explained to Bob, it’s the same everywhere you go. You just thought by now it would have worn off with this group.

“Just so you know guys, if you kiss me you’re practically kissing my dad”, you tease as some of the guys grimace. A slight smirk crawls its way to your face as Omaha gets up from off the floor.

“You just ruined it for me”, he complains. Unfortunately it only thins the crowd out a little, a couple of gaps in the group that now surround the table.

Taking a deep breath you finally place your hand back on the bottle, pulling it back before spinning it. Your heart beats a little faster out of pure embarrassment as you stare intently at the bottle spinning, not wanting to look up at the faces around you until it finally… stops.

“Ho-ly shit”, Hangman lets out, so obviously amused with the outcome. “Baby on board’s about to get his first kiss.” Your eyes immediately turn to Hangman, then to Bob’s, who bears the same look of shock you know you’re not doing a great job at hiding.

“I-” the words get caught in your throat. You hate what you’re about to do as you turn back to Hangman. “Come on.” All eyes are on you as you begin to beg this man not to make you go through with it. Because once you do, you know there’s no turning back.

“C’mon what?”, he asks with intrigue.

“He’s here to meet someone, I don’t think this is a good idea”, you try to reason with him.

“That’s not really how the game works sweetheart. You spun the bottle, now you gotta deal with the consequences.”

“Hangman, please”, you beg, avoiding every gaze in the room as they begin to talk among themselves, bored with whatever show you’re putting on. His brow furrows as he realizes just how badly you do not want to do this.

“Who’d it land on?” Rooster asks as he emerges from the kitchen with a fresh drink, Emily in tow. Taking a swig, his eyes follow where the bottle points directly to Bob. “No, that’s not happening”, he mutters as he gets closer to Hangman.

“What is with you two? It’s just a game.” He replies incredulously. He glances back around the room and finds Emily awkwardly waiting at the back for Rooster’s conversation to be over. “Alright, you”, he points at her, “To level the playing field, why don’t you take a crack at it? If Emily agrees to it, then you do, too.”

“I never agreed to-”

“Ok!”, she responds a little too eager. You’re still on your knees as a confused look washes over your face. She kneels across from you at the table and barely touches the bottle, you don’t even think you’d consider it a spin, until it lands on Rooster. You’re not trying to hide the grimace on your face as she tries to play innocent. 

“Oops, well it looks like it’s you and me Rooster.” Emily stands, immediately placing both hands on Rooster’s shoulders as she gives him a generous kiss. A couple of whistles are thrown out as she continues to lock lips with him, something he does not appear to be displeased with, as much as he was caught off guard to begin with.

You look away in disgust, trying and failing not to make a noise to match your mood. Your eyes fall to where Bob was just seated moments before, but his chair is empty. He’s nowhere in the room, soda abandoned. And as Emily continues sticking her tongue down Rooster’s throat, you sneak past the few hollers to slip out the back door near the kitchen.

It’s completely dark now, only the moon and strings of fairy lights casting a soft glow across the yard. You find Bob standing in the grass with his arms folded across his chest, staring up at the sky. His flannel is still rolled up to his elbows, forearms proudly on display. The moonlight reflects off of his glasses, but you can still see the turmoil swirling behind his frames. The sound of the door sliding shut doesn’t deter Bob from moving from his position.

“There you are, I was worried you left the premises”, you try to joke, moving to stand closer. He turns, only giving you a slight glance. It stops you from moving forward anymore, deciding to stay back at the edge of the patio. Humming in acknowledgement, he stares back up at the sky, face contorting as if it pains him to do so.

“Nah, just needed some fresh air is all. What are you doin’ out here?”, he asks in an indifferent tone. You tear your eyes away from the sky to look over at him again. He huffs out a sigh as you retreat your gaze to your feet, toying with a loose piece of cement.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry”, you offer. He gives a small laugh as he turns his face to look at the grass beneath his shoes.

“For what?”

“Emily’s a complete idiot.” He releases a breath out of his nose, moving his gaze to the fence bordering the neighbor’s yard.

“It’s fine, I’m used to it.” You can still tell he’s upset by the way he squares his jaw.

“Well you shouldn’t be.”

“Well I am”, he lets out a little more stern this time. “I just- I don’t know Mantis.”

“What?”, you ask him quietly as he begins to shuffle the grass underneath his feet.

“I know that I’m not wanted, or not attractive like the other guys in there. But tonight really solidified that for me.” Your heart breaks as you watch him sort his thoughts out.

“Bob, that’s not true-”

“It is, though. I didn’t even want to come here tonight, and you knew that. And- and Phoenix knew it, too. But still, you two pushed me to come and meet Emily. Someone she insisted was perfect for me. Well, she took one look at Rooster and saw what everyone else sees. There are a million more guys out there who are better looking, better at making conversation, better at… everything than me.” His voice is dejected, believing everything he’s telling you. But you let him continue, even if you want to contradict every word that continues to fall from his mouth.

“And I hate the fact that I wasn’t even interested in meeting someone new. That I’m already thinkin’ about someone else most of the time, and she doesn’t even see me in that way, even if she could.” Your heart tightens in your chest, at first due to the fact that Bob has feelings for someone else. And then it hits you. ‘If she could’.

“Wait, Bob-” you manage to breathe out before he interrupts you.

“It’s just- I haven’t felt this way about someone since, well, ever.” He turns, facing you fully, a glassy look in his eyes as he stares at you, exasperated. “I feel so connected, and drawn to you Mantis.” He confesses in a whisper. You feel it the moment your heartbeat quickens with your breathing. The way your eyebrows draw up in the middle is met with the slightest quiver in your lip. From sadness or relief you’re not sure yet. “I want to tell you things I’ve never told anybody before, and I’m sorry if I misread things, but I just needed to get that off my chest.”

“Bob-” You try as he interrupts you again, caught up in his own feelings to hear you for once.

“I know you don’t feel the same way, and why would you? I’m just me, and you’re you. I wasn’t lying when I said any guy would be so lucky to have you, and I’m honored to just be considered your friend. And I- I know this is against so many rules in place, so please just forget I said anything and- God I’m such an idiot.” Your feet are moving faster than your brain as you walk over to him. Placing both hands on his smooth cheeks, you lift his head from where he was staring at the ground and plant your lips right on his. He’s shocked at first, not daring to move. Eyes fluttering shut as his hands ghost over your waist, until you pull away and there’s the tiniest amount of space between your faces.

Your hands are still as the rest of your body buzzes in anticipation. Your chest heaves against his, out of breath from the simplest of kisses. He’s so close, yet so far away as your fingers adjust to the feeling of holding his face in both of your hands. It’s quiet, his eyelashes fluttering as he starts to blink rapidly.

“Why did you do that?”, he whispers. Almost afraid that this was another dream he would inevitably wake up from.

“Because I wanted to”, you whisper right back, still in shock of what he confessed. Your eyes dart between his own deep blue ones as they’re blown wide.

“Not because of the dare?”

“No”, you shake your head. “Just cause I really wanted to.” You reassure him as his eyes flick from yours black down to your lips. His cold nose nudges yours, once, then twice before sinking into your cheek as he hesitantly kisses you first this time. You reciprocate immediately, pushing back just as softly against his lips as to not scare him off. His touch is gentle, yet demanding, knowing in the back of both of your heads it’s only a matter of time before someone comes to find you.

 Both sets of lips part the tiniest bit as you turn your head slightly to get a better angle. His mouth is warm against your own, lips still moving in sync. One of your hands slides down to his shoulder while the other eases up onto his neck, fingers running over the buzzed hair at the back of his head. Bob hums against your lips at the motion, gaining the confidence to step closer as his hands finally land against your body, anchoring to your waist.

His grip tightens a fraction as you hum against his mouth, giving him the courage to lick at the seam of your lips with his tongue. Butterflies erupt in your stomach at the movement, eliciting another hum, bordering on a moan as you allow him entrance into your mouth. The first thing you notice is that he tastes like Dr. Pepper, the second thing that's a little easier to pick up on is that Bob is a really good kisser.

The shock that you are in fact kissing Bob wears off, and makes way for a flood of need. Caressing his tongue with your own, Bob slides one hand to your back, the other still gripping your waist as he holds you closer. The slight pressure of his large hand pushing you against him has you wanting more as he begins to walk you backwards to the wall of the house. Never breaking away from each other, you feel the cool structure against your back, even as Bob tries his best to keep you from hitting it. You grip him a fraction harder, the only sound you can hear through your heartbeat is Bob’s occasional hum and the clicking of your lips working together.

Bob’s got you locked against him as you shift your hand from his shoulder to his bicep, squeezing the large muscle, only to slowly drag it down to feel the bare skin and hair of his forearm beneath your fingers. The kissing is slowing down, still just as deep. Both of you demanding the same amount from the other, knowing this well may be the only time you’re able to feel the other like this. The two of you finally break apart, catching much needed breaths as your eyes remain closed. Even before opening your eyes, you can still feel Bob heaving against you, desperate for air as you do the same. You place a chaste kiss on his lips and he chases yours for another until you both open your eyes, just staring at each other through hooded lids. 

You swallow, so many emotions running through your mind. It’s hard to listen to them when Bob is still just as close as he was a moment ago when his lips were against yours.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while”, he breathes, a nervous smile tugging on his lips.

At a loss for words, you go to open your mouth until you hear the screech of the sliding glass door opening up. Bob immediately jumps away from you as your attention diverts to whoever is about to walk out on you two in such a compromising situation.

Phoenix pokes her head out as she looks for you, “Hey.”

“Hey” you breathe out in a sigh of relief, grateful it was her and not anyone else. You try to slow your breathing even as your heart threatens to leap out of your chest.

“Have you seen Floyd?”

“Yeah he was just-”, you turn around, expecting to see Bob standing behind you, but only see the white fence, “He just left”, you mutter. Brows furrowing as your eyes remain locked on where he just was.

“Damn, I was hoping that wasn’t the case. I need to talk to him.” You continue to stare at the fence where Bob once stood, dumbfounded that he managed to slip away so quickly. “You ok?” Turning back around, you attempt to gather yourself as you breathe out an answer.

“Yeah”

“Alright”, she eyes you skeptically, “Well, you gonna rejoin us? I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to.”

“No, I’ll be back in, I just… need some air.” You watch her head disappear as you lean back against the house, only this time, Bob isn’t here to hold you to it. Your fingers trace your swollen lips as you gaze around the backyard. What the hell just happened?

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Comfortember Day 11 - Holding Hands

Greez and BD-1 stick with Cal. He can't be left alone... Okay, fine, maybe he could, but there's no way he will be unless all hell's breaking loose, the Empire’s on them, and the Mantis needs her pilot and a droid ready to work. Until that exact scenario occurs, Greez and BD are staying right where they are. Cal needs them. And no, they aren’t swapping out with Cere or Merrin because they both need rest as well.

They need to keep Cal calm, quiet and still. The kid still has a hole in his side that bacta and magick can only do so much with. Plus his lungs had a bit too much water in them not so long ago. Cere insists he'll be fine now with rest, but Greez has upgrading that to rest and constant monitoring. Cal's feverish and restless. Not dramatically restless; he isn't tossing and turning like he might take off running, he’s not shouting nonsense or throwing stuff around with the Force. He hasn’t even managed to kick off his blanket that Greez tucked around him a while ago. He's just... twitchy. Frowning. Mumbling. Kinda sweaty. Flushed. And it turns out redheaded Humans don’t look great when their skin’s trying to match their hair. Especially when all the red is across his cheeks and the rest of him is horribly pale.

Greez has to fix this. Or manage it at the very least. The kid’s worked so damn hard, hasn’t had a moment to catch his breath until now. It shouldn’t have taken stabbing and drowning to give him a chance to finally slow down. He needs rest. Good, quiet, peaceful rest. Except he’s not going to get it when his hands are scrabbling at the sheets, reaching for something that isn’t there.

Standing at Cal’s side, BD-1 droops and mewls. Greez reaches over, gives BD a solid pat on the head. “Yeah, I know,” he says. “I wish I could use some of that Force stuff and help him feel better too. We’re just gonna have to do it our way instead.”

Antennae wiggling, BD pauses for thought. Then, as an idea passes over his circuits, he worms his way under one of Cal’s hands. Greez chuckles and follows suit, taking hold of Cal's nearest hand. It’s still too cold for Greez’s liking. Humans don’t run as hot as Lateros (hair really doesn’t compare to fur after all), but Cal’s temperature is too high for another blanket. He’s still moving too much for the blanket to stay put too. Greez squeezes Cal’s hand gently, willing healthy warmth into him. Another of Greez’s hands brushes Cal’s sweat-and-sea-salt-drenched hair back from his forehead. Cal leans into the touch, his fretful stirring settling.

“There you go,” Greez says. “You just needed to know you weren’t alone, huh?”

Cal’s fingers twitch in Greez’s grip, slowly curling around Greez’s hand. BD-1 whistles gently, practically purring. His antennae twitch on either side of his head, brushing Cal’s fingers gently. He beeps again and Greez figures he knows what’s being said.

“Yeah, I think it’s a good sign.” Heart lifting, Greez keeps hold of Cal’s hand and plants himself more comfortably on the bed. “Alright kiddo, I don’t know for sure if you can hear me. I figure you probably can on some level, what with all your Jedi superpowers. So, listen up. You’re safe. Everyone’s safe. We got you back out of that nightmare, and now all you need to do is rest. No more of your worrying or fighting or any of that stuff. Just sleep and good dreams. You deserve it. And if you don’t start sleeping soundly, I am gonna have to bust out an old nursery rhyme or two.”

BD-1 seconds this with a cheery (if muted) series of beeps.

Greez keeps talking. “What are you gonna do when you wake up? Nothing that involves a lightsaber, let me tell ya. A quiet day with your music and the terrarium is more like it. Yeah, don’t think I haven’t noticed you looking at those plants. I promise I’ll teach you how to take care of them when you’re up to it. Guess I owe it to you, seeing as how you found all the seeds.” Greez chuckles. “Or maybe it’s time I finally teach you how to cook. You worked your way through my jogan pie pretty well. And I notice you’re a man who appreciates a good rice dish. Ever had kublag curry? That stuff is spicy in the right way – full of flavour and just the right amount of heat. I know, I know, it’s a traditional Life Day meal, but who says we can’t do what we want aboard my ship. Soon as you’re up for it, I’m gonna make you all your favourite meals. I’ll even let you have lie ins. I’m definitely not gonna wake you up right now until you’re up to it.”

BD-1 adds a comment here. It sounds like an insult.

“Hush, you,” Greez says. “Oversleeping’s as bad as lack of sleep. Usually. This is a special case. Cal is officially off the hook for the foreseeable.”

Disgruntled, BD-1 mutters quietly. Greez gets the feeling if Cal was awake, he’d be laughing right now.

Greez lets it go and returns to his monologuing. “Please don’t ever scare me like this again. Don’t scare any of us.” BD-1 punctuates this with such a loud beep Cal does stir and frown. Greez hushes him sharply and takes care to brush a thumb over the back of Cal’s hand. As Cal settles, BD apologises quietly. Shaking his head, Greez picks up where he left off. “We care about you, Cal, a lot. Place wouldn’t be the same without you. Or your ponchos. Actually, y’know what, that’s the first thing we’re gonna do when you’re healed up. Clothes shopping. Other outfits exist, and it probably wouldn’t hurt for you to change your style. The Empire’s gonna be looking for a redheaded scrapper after all. Besides, there’s no need to be so frugal now. Cere suggested Humans your age still potentially grow so that’s something we need to think about. Like I need you to shoot up a few more inches, make me feel really small. Anyway, clothes. Not everyone can pull off the old ankle-swinger look, alright? And I’m not saying you need a haircut, but you should probably know Merrin’s making comments about tying it back for you. I don’t have an opinion on hairstyles, honestly, I’m just making you aware. Personally, I think you should grow your hair out, rival Merrin, see who can pull off the nicer bun.”

The longer Greez talks, the more Cal settles and stills. BD-1 reports that his temperature, though still too high, has stabilised, and his readings suggest deep, restful sleep.

“There you go,” Greez says. “Just needed some company. I get it. Ol’ Greezy gets it.”

BD squawks.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, you get it too, BD.” Greez places another hand around Cal’s, holding tight. A third hand reaches for the blanket, tucking it into place. “We’ve got you, kid. We’ve got you.”

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(Also, this is an extension of this headcanon)

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Epilogue to: You Are So Screwed

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

Summary: Life after the gang found out that Terrans are ticklish.

Author’s Note: This is an epilogue to You Are So Screwed. I recommend reading that story first if you haven’t yet!

Word Count: 1,486

Epilogue:

It didn’t take long for the others to find opportunities to torment you and Peter with their newfound trick.

Mantis would often sneak up behind and startle you with surprise tickles for no reason other than she just couldn’t get over how adorable you were when you giggled and squirmed away.

You were on the receiving end of this more often than Peter, however. Probably because you couldn’t find it in yourself to actually yell at her for it. She was never merciless and her tickles were always brief and light hearted, so you supposed you could get over it.

Rocket, on the other hand, was truly evil.

As would be expected, Peter was the first to make the mistake of calling Rocket a raccoon in a fit of frustration only a few days after Rocket learned about his new Terran weakness.

You watched on as you saw Rocket’s expression turn from angry to one of smug mischief. He gave Groot a look which Groot seemed to understand.

Peter didn’t even have a chance to notice what was happening, much less get away, before Groot extended his vines and had him pinned down on the ground. Rocket wasted no time and immediately dug in, reducing Peter to squealing laughter in no time at all, all the while taunting him with “Not so tough now, are you Star-Munch?!” and “This will teach you!”

Peter let out a particularly loud screech when Rocket dug in under his arms which prompted Gamora and Kraglin to come running to see what was the matter. When they came to find that Peter was only being tickled by Rocket they merely rolled their eyes and laughed. Peter cried out for one of them to please get the “Rabid Raccoon” off of him, but of course this only made things much worse. Rocket doubled his efforts in his attack stating that Peter was going to really get it now.

Kraglin and Gamora laughed harder at this and walked away, leaving Peter to his squealing torture until eventually Rocket had his fill, ending the torture by making Peter beg for mercy and promise that he’d never call him a raccoon again. At the end of it Peter was completely breathless and decided to just curl up and take a nap right there on the floor. You quickly but quietly backed out of the room before Rocket remembered you were there, just in case he got any ideas.

If that wasn’t bad enough, the next day it was clear Peter was really getting the short end of the stick.

Word got around the ship that Gamora found out the hard way that tickling Peter first thing in the morning to force him out of bed probably wasn’t the best idea.

Sure, it seemed effective in waking the Terran man up from a stubborn sleep, but that didn't mean that there weren’t consequences.

After Peter refused to wake up, Gamora straddled him and attacked his ribs, quickly getting his attention. It didn’t take long for him to begin pleading for her to stop. However, Gamora decided not to stop right away. This ‘tickling’ thing was quite intriguing, and she knew he was only whining out of annoyance, right?

Wrong.

It quickly became a new guideline that morning that if the Terrans start whining that they need to pee, you’re definitely going to want to stop tickling them. Because reasons.

For obvious reasons Peter didn’t really want to talk about it. In fact, he didn’t really talk to anyone at all that whole morning.

A few days later after the whole embarrassing incident with Peter had been pretty much forgotten, Gamora, Drax, and yourself decided to hop in the Benatar to go on a supply run with Peter. The rest of the team decided to stay back on the quadrant ship.

You managed to forget to bring your book, so to stave off boredom you decided to create a little mischief to occupy yourself. You filled your time with throwing random small objects at Peter (quickly turning away each time as if you hadn’t done so), and forcing bad puns into conversation. This lasted about an hour before Drax stood up and walked over to where you sat still strapped into your seat.

“You are being annoying.” He said, matter-of-factly, strangely without a hint of annoyance to be found anywhere in his voice.

“Yes?” you raised an eyebrow, unsure where this was going.

“It’s still a confusing matter, but if I understand correctly, I should do this to make you stop.” He grabbed your arm by the wrist and lifted it up over your head.

You were momentarily confused, but it quickly became clear what he was up to when he began spidering his fingers in your underarm.

You squealed and squirmed in your seat, trying to push his tickling fingers away, but of course Drax is literally the strongest on the ship, you stood no chance. He didn’t even have to try. “Drax! Quit it!” you giggled, your feet kicking against the metal floor of the cockpit. “No fair!”

Drax turned to Peter. “Am I correct, Peter? You Earthers use tickling if someone is annoying? Like a mild punishment?”

“Close enough.” Peter laughed.

“Peter says this is fair.” Drax said, now laughing with you as he continued.

"Peter!” you whined, busy grabbing Drax’s wrist and attempting to push his hand away. For someone who didn’t understand tickling, he was surprisingly good at it. You were doing your best to slide down your seat to get away from your torment, all the while your heels still scraped the floor as you kicked out and laughed.

Drax let go of your wrist and moved to tickling your ribs.

You squeaked and squirmed more, too preoccupied with attempting to grab his hands to try and unbuckle yourself to get away. Drax smiled. He thought he could see now why everyone else thought this was so funny. You looked absolutely adorable with the way your nose crinkled and your eyes squinted shut.

“Drax! Wait! Please! Haha! PETER!” you squealed, doubling over as best you could with your seatbelt and giggling adorably.

After a few more moments Peter finally decided to show mercy. “Alright, Drax. I think she’s learned her lesson.” he laughed.

Drax relented and returned to his seat to strap in for landing, leaving you to catch your breath. “I think I see now why everyone else enjoys that so much. It’s adorable,” he said.

As far as Yondu and Kraglin were concerned, because they had already known about it, the novelty had already worn off years ago. Therefore, unlike with the others, you and Peter were generally safe around them when it came to the increased random tickle attacks you were now receiving upon the rest of the gang’s discovery. Though they did occasionally throw more pokes and rib tweaks you guy’s way now just to be annoying.

However, that’s not to say that Yondu had forgotten what Mantis had told him about how she had felt that despite your threats, you and Peter didn’t actually hate being tickled that much. He secretly started using it almost as a reward at times, if you or Peter had just finished helping him with something, he’d give a brief playful tickle to your tummy or the back of your necks while teasingly praising you for “doing such a good job.” You’d always playfully swat him away and Peter would do the same, though usually acting more cranky because he’s “a grown man, dang it!” and  “too old for that! Geeze!” He didn’t know what Mantis had told Yondu, but even if he had, he likely wouldn’t admit it in a million years, because again, “he’s too old for that!” Sure, Peter. Sure. 

One day after you helped Yondu with something in the kitchen and he playfully tickled for your good job, you laughed out, “If I did such a good job why do you always tickle me after!”

He gave you a knowing grin and tickled you some more, saying. “’Cause Mantis told me another secret. You and Peter might make threats and complain, but apparently ya’ll ‘don’t completely hate being tickled’ after all.”

Your face got red as you managed a “Shut up. Quit it!” through your giggles.  Yondu laughed, able to tell the change in your color wasn’t wasn’t from your own laughter.

“I’ll take that as an admission.” He chuckled, ceasing his attack on your belly.

You straightened up, face still blushed and lightly punched him in the arm.

“Don’t ya worry,” he said, pulling you into a side hug. “This one can stay between us. Ya don’t gotta be embarrassed about it.”

“Promise?” you asked, still blushing.

He grinned, pulling you tighter into the hug for a moment before surprising you with another brief tickle to your tummy, eliciting a happy squeak from you. “Ya, promise.”

[fangirlfics]

Jedi Code (Cal Kestis x reader)

ah I feel like I haven’t written for my boi Cal in a while and I miss him, I love me some angst and forbidden love so I wrote this, the idea came to me while reading a fanfic that I don’t remember the name of, also the Fallen Order soundtrack is severely underrated

summary: y/n and Cal struggle as they find themselves falling in love despite Jedi code forbidding romantic attachments and attachments in general

words: 2,435

y/n sat alone under the darkening sky on Bogano, her legs were dangled over one of the edges of a cliff, it’s grey rock cooling her legs through the fabric of her pants. She stared at the distance as a small breeze went through her soft y/h/c hair. How could I let this happen? She thought to herself, romantic attachments are forbidden, it could never happen. She let out a sad sigh-lost in her thoughts.

“Hey.” A familiar voice said from behind her, “We missed you at dinner.” Cal sat down to her right about a foot away from her.

“I’m not hungry.“ She said without looking at him.

“Well Greez made scazz steak.”

“Then I’m glad I didn’t come.” y/n joked, making Cal laugh lightly. But after a few seconds, y/n went serious again as she ran her right hand through the grass beneath her. 

“What’s wrong?“ Cal asked the girl. “These last few days you’ve been more...distant“

She took a moment to think about what to say before glancing over at him. He was watching her, waiting for a response. “I’d rather not talk about it.” She could tell that her answer didn’t satisfy him, but not wanting to overstep any boundaries he nodded in understanding. 

“Well, it’s getting late...” y/n stated after a few minutes passed, “I’m going to bed...goodnight Cal.”

“Goodnight.” He watched as the girl slowly made her way back to the Mantis with her head down as she walked. 

After saying good night to Cere and Merrin; who were having a conversation from Greez’s sofa, y/n walked into her room and changed her clothes ready to go to sleep. She was running her fingers through her tangled hair in an attempt to fix it when there was sudden knock at her door, making her jump. 

“You can come in.” She announced, there was the quiet sound of a door opening and she turned to meet Greez’s eyes.The Latero was standing there looking a bit uncomfortable. “Oh hey Greez, I was gonna say good night but I didn’t see you.” 

He half nodded, putting his hands together as he watched the girl, thinking of how to approach the question he wanted to ask. “All right, I just wanted to uh ask you something...” y/n nodded, waiting for him to continue. “Have you been ok?” He asked. 

y/n’s eyebrows furrowed for a second before answering. “What-um-what do you mean?“ 

“I think you know what I mean, kid.“ Greez told her, “you’ve been on your own a lot lately...and well sometimes it seems like you’re avoiding Cal and Cere. Now I don’t know if this is jedi stuff that I don’t understand or not but you just seem...“ he scratched his head searching for a word “different...“ This was odd, Greez never took time to ask how anyone was doing-there was the occasional ‘what’s uh’ and ‘morning’’ but he rarely confronted people anyone about their emotions.

“um...yeah.” She said slowly. Suddenly the ground seemed very interesting to her, “it’s jedi stuff but...if I tell you,” she looked back up at him, “will you promise not to tell Cere or Cal? Especially Cal.” 

Greez looked a bit reluctant and unsure at first but he nodded, “yeah alright.”

“Ok.” y/n sat down on her small bed, patting the spot next to her for Greez, he didn’t realize this at first but when he did he walked over, plopping down next to her. “You promise you won’t tell them?” She asked once again. He nodded, “especi-“

  “Especially Cal, yeah.” He finished. The two however hadn’t realized that Cal had entered the mantis and was passing by to go to his room, but at the mention of his name he stopped and leaned in closer to her doorway to listen. 

BD-1 trilled in disapproval from his side and Cal put his finger up to his lips, “I just want to know what they’re saying.” He whispered.

“Ok.“ y/n had said again, turning to face Greez, “I’m a jedi.“

“Yeah, figured that one out.“ Greez said then whispered a ‘sorry‘ after seeing her face.

“I’m a jedi.“ y/n said again, “and jedis are supposed to follow the jedi code, there’s a lot of rules. But one of the most important ones beside-you helping others-is that we’re not allowed to have attachments. Especially romantic attachments, it’s forbidden.“

“So if a jedi wanted to get married-“

“they wouldn’t be allowed to, they’d have thrown out of the order.“ She explained.

“That’s a bit harsh.“ Greez comented.

“It is, but it’s for the best. Being in love means that it’s easier to have a clouded judgment, you might choose to do what’s best for that one person rather than doing what’s best for the greater good.“

“Ok...“ Greez nodded, “and what does this have to do with you?“

“I’m-”

Cal leaned in closer to the door to hear more clearly. 

“I’m in love with Cal.“ y/n confessed to Greez.

From the other side of the door Cal froze.

“What?“ Greez asked, not understanding y/n, “you’re in love with the kid? That’s..that’s what’s bothering you?”

“Yes!” She blurted as if it were obvious.

“Well, I’m sure he loves you too, but I’m still confused.”

y/n stood, throwing her arms into the air “Greez, it doesn’t matter if he loves me or not, it’s forbidden. A good jedi wouldn’t act on it, and I’m avoiding him because it just gets harder and harder to try to hide it, I’m afraid I’ll break the code or something.” She dropped back into her seat, putting her head in her hands.

“Hey, hey. kid.” Greez said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You’re getting all worked up about this.“ She moved her head to the side to look at him. “Look, the order is gone right? The holocron is destroyed, it’s not like you’d be setting a bad example for your students...besides, it’s not your fault it’s not like you’re doing something terrible, it’s not like you can control how you feel.“

y/n sighed, looking back down. “Thanks Greez, but it’s not that simple...my master would’ve wanted me to continue the jedi way. He died to save me, violating the rules wouldn’t feel right.“

Greez nodded in understanding, “Get some rest kid.” He told her with a small pat, “you need it.” At the sound of walking away Cal retreated-quietly making it to his room. 

She loves me. He thought. "She loves me.” He said to BD-1, “what do I do?”

The next week y/n was sitting on the couch, her tools were laid out across the small table in front of her and Greez was rummaging through the few cabinets in the dining area. They had left Bogano to go on a supply run, but Greez had insisted on eating first. So while everyone was waiting for him to whip something up, Merrin had left to explore the planet’s surrounding forest. “and we are out of food!” He announced to the rest of the crew.

“Well it was bound to happen, considering how many snacks you eat at night.“ Cere joked, making Cal laugh and Greez swat at the air.

“Looks like we’re getting our stuff first after all.“ He complained. “Well let’s go I guess, the sooner we leave, the faster we get to eat.“

“Cal, y/n, can you stay with the ship?“ Cere asked them, y/n nodded and Cal said ‘sure’. “Thank you, Greez, you can look for food while I get the parts.“ And the two were off. 

It was silent at first while Cal stood near the cockpit and y/n was visibly struggling with her lightsaber. “Here, let me help you.” Cal told the girl as he approached her. 

“No it’s fine, I just-”

Cal sat down right next to her and took the lightsaber from her fumbling hands, she watched him as he easily fixed her problem. “There.” 

“Thanks.“ She said quietly, “you’re much better at that than I am.“ Cal laughed, handing her back the lightsaber, their finger grazed for a second, sending a chill through y/n for a moment before she made a face.

“What?“ Cal asked the girl.

“Nothing, it’s just your hand fells really soft.“ She said a bit taken aback.

“Why does that seem to surprise you so much?“ He laughed.

“Well I mean, you’re always climbing rocks or working on you lightsaber or something so I just assumed-like my hands aren’t soft and I don’t even do anything to them.“

Cal let out another laugh, this time y/n joined in and then Cal said, “let me see your hand.“ Without giving it much thought, y/n put her hand out and Cal took it, turning her palm over in his hand. “Now I assumed you meant that your hand was all callused.“ He told her looking back up. For a moment the two just gazed at each other, unconsciously gravitating towards each other. Now they sat close enough that their shoulders were touching. Cal still held her hand. 

“Cal?“ y/n asked the boy, he hummed in return.

“Do you think that there’s more jedi out there?“ She asked.

“I mean, yeah. There’s got to be.“ He told her, scooting closer, “Why?” 

She shrugged, feeling herself getting lost in his eyes. “I just thought...” Cal rested his forehead against hers, “I thought...” but she stopped talking as she watched the boy in front of her. He had such beautiful features, his eyes were so enchanting, and his lips looked so soft, she wondered what it would feel like to kiss them but threw that thought away. She was a jedi, she had to obey the code. But the longer they stayed like this the more she wanted to ignore it, just this once. 

y/n tilted her head slowly and closed her eyes before starting to lean in more, Cal did the same, but right before their lips could touch Cal froze, opening his eyes. “We shouldn’t, what about the code?”

“It’s just one time.“ y/n whispered back, “nobody has to know. “ She murmured, and her free hand made it’s way to the back of Cal’s neck, sending goosebumps all around. “It’ll be our secret.” Cal closed his eyes, slowly parting his lips and y/n closed the gap between them. It was gently, and as y/n’s other hand rested on his chest, Cal reached up to cup her cheek before gently using his thumb to open her mouth and slide his tongue in. It lasted only about five seconds because once y/n really realized what she was doing she pulled back suddenly, standing up. 

“I am so sorry.“ She said, flushing as guilt made it’s way into her stomach. “I shouldn’t have done that.“ 

Cal stood too, putting his hands up, “no it’s ok it was my fault, I shouldn’t-”

“The code.” y/n cut in, “I wasn’t thinking right.”

“Me too, er..sorry.” Cal said awkwardly. 

They stood there for a moment before y/n let out a sight, “I’m-I’m gonna get some air.” 

“Yeah, yeah, ok.“ He watched her leave the ship and ran his hands through his hair letting out a puff of breath.

y/n had been thinking about their kiss for the rest of the week. How could she be so careless? It was only worst being around Cal now, each time she saw him she’d leave the room or busy herself with something random. She felt tired of it, looking at him sent a pain through her, knowing that they couldn’t be together without violating the code hurt. Maybe I should just leave. She thought, maybe that would make things easier. At least she shouldn’t have to worry about breaking the code again if she left. 

She had made up her mind over dinner, where everyone was conversing except for her and Cal, Cal had been staring down at his plate and glancing up at y/n occasionally, while she mostly played with her food and stared at nothing. Greez didn’t say anything, Cere knew better than to ask what their silence was about,Merrin assumed they had had a fight. 

“Thanks for dinner Greez.” y/n said after finishing her food, she stood and announced that she was going to bed. She was the first one done. After the rest of the crew had finished, they too went to sleep. Cal sat against the wall in his quarters, thinking while Greez’s snores filled the ship. A couple of hours had passed since everyone had fallen asleep.

Realizing that everyone was now sleeping, y/n stood from her bed and grabbed her old bag. Quietly she laid it on her bed and opened it. She started collecting her clothes and items and packed them neatly, before closing it up again. She took out her black cloak and reached for her lightsaber to secure it onto her belt when she heard Cal’s voice and jumped. 

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I-uh..” her gaze fell to the ground and she paused.

“You’re leaving?” He asked in shock.

She nodded, “I have to.” She said resuming to move.

“y/n this is your home-”

“I don’t have a home.” y/n said bitterly, “not since the purge, anyway.”

“Wh-”

“Sorry.” She said, “it’s just I was better off on my own.” She stopped moving. “Take care of them for me.”

“What you’re better off running? Being alone?”

“Yes.”            

“y/n, you know that’s not true.“ He whispered, remembering that everyone else was asleep. “You’re leaving because of me?“ But it was more of a statement than a question.

“Cal, I-“

“y/n, please don’t go.“ Cal told her, cutting her off. And he was at her side, putting his hands on her shoulders to stop her from moving. “Please.“ He mumbled.

“Cal...“ She whispered looking up at him sadly. “I-I just...“

 “We need you here...I need you here.”

She pulled back staring into his eyes, “Cal...” she glanced down at his lips then too his eyes, and afraid that she’d make another mistake she was about to step back but before she could Cal collided his lips into hers, making her gasp against his lips in surprise. Going against her mind she kissed him back and began running her hands through his hair as they backed into her wall, he pressed against her, deepening the kiss before pulling back for air for a moment, then he kissed her again, more passionately this time.

“We shouldn’t..” She said against his lips.

“I know.” he responded in between kisses.

y/n pulled him down by the collar to get any closer to him if it were possible “We’re..probably..going to regret..this.” She said.

“Let’s regret it later.“

[reidology]

He Was A Skater Boy... (Chapter 4) (Hotch/Reid)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner / Spencer Reid

Summary: Aaron and Spencer's first study session turns into something... cuddlier?

Word Count: 1,638

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Chapter 4: Spirits in my room, friend or foe?    

  Okay. This is fine. This is fine. Spencer is not freaking out. Sitting on Aaron’s bed, staring at the Blink-182 poster stuck to the wall behind a bong and- is that a fucking encyclopedia? - surrounded by the sights and smells of one incredibly intoxicating Aaron Hotchner. Spencer is decidedly not freaking out. No matter what the sweat on his brow may indicate. 

    The little alarm clock on Aaron’s desk was ticking ticking ticking, counting down from 30 with 5 minutes left. 5 minutes left. 

   They were studying. Well, Aaron was studying. Spencer was tutoring. Spencer was tutoring Aaron and Aaron was studying at his desk right now filling out a practice test that took Spencer no more than two minutes to write up and now he was waiting in silence for him to finish. Not freaking out.

    Nothing had happened when they got to the dorm. Aaron had simply shown him around the small room by pointing at things. “Bed. Desk. Bathroom. Welcome to the lavish lifestyle of a broke college student.” 

  What had immediately caught Spencer’s eye was the plethora of books strewn about the room. These books weren’t the boring law manuals that you’d expect a law student to have in their dorm (those were just kept on the desk). These were worn out and used classic novels, Dickens and Dickinson… biographies, Dahmer, Bundy… mystery novels, Aaron had the whole David Rossi collection! That alone could have made Spencer swoon.

The next thing he noticed was Aaron pulling his shirt off and replacing it with a comfy Columbia University sweatshirt. It was in times like these that Spencer really was so grateful to have an eidetic memory, because though Aaron’s bare chest was only visible for a second, that was all he needed for the memory to be ingrained in his mind forever. Aaron hadn’t even mentioned it, just threw an Introduction To Criminal Law manual at his chest and said, “This is what we’re doing this week, gonna help me?”, so the younger boy closed his mouth, sat on the unmade bed, and read the manual in just a few minutes.

While he wrote the quiz questions down, Aaron had asked him if he even needed to read words or if his supercomputer brain just processed everything without any effort. Spencer felt the need to point out that one doesn’t really need to read texts word for word, your brain will comprehend the information before you even realize you’re reading, but Aaron had already moved on to another subject, stating that his brain must be like Spongebob’s. When Spencer had furrowed his eyebrows and pouted, Aaron explained that Spongebob’s brain was like an office, full of filing cabinets and little versions of himself running around screaming. Followed by a quieter “How have you never watched Spongebob?”

 “Hah, the screaming part is actually quite accurate, it seems my mind is in a constant state of distress,” Spencer retorted.

“Are you distressed right now?”

“That would be  what the ‘constant’ part of my statement implied, yes.”

“Smartass.”

“I’m a genius, Aaron”

Aaron only chuckled and rolled his eyes, “Why are you distressed?”

His eyes darted around the room, not daring to look Aaron in the eyes, how was he supposed to tell him he was nervous because everything that’s happened in the past few hours was so far out of his depths? He only shrugged and mumbled, “New environment, I guess.”

“Well, what can I do to make you feel comfortable? How do you usually relax?”

The response was immediate, “I read.”

“Tell you what, after I finish studying we can sit down and read for a bit. Get you used to this ‘new environment’, after all, you’ll be here a lot. I’m a terrible test-taker.” 

Spencer smiled, “Sounds good, and you can’t be that bad.” 

He got back to writing the questions. The manual covered the basics of what crime is as a concept and the structure of criminal justice. Things that Spencer already knew from reading several manuals and books on his own time. He wasn’t lame, it’s just that technical manuals tend to be more fun and informative than reading Pride and Prejudice for the seventh time, Mom. Nonetheless, he attempted to make the questions easy, just to get a sense of where Aaron was at so that they could focus on his problem areas. Spencer was good at studying.

Aaron sat at his desk to take the test, hunching over and biting at the tip of his pencil. The timer was set to half an hour but during his silent not-freak-out Spencer noticed he only wrote for seven minutes and spent the rest of the time erasing and rewriting. The timer sounded and brought his consciousness back to the forefront. He took the paper Aaron handed him and took a few seconds to look it over.

           Fuck. It was bad. So bad. Spencer tried to keep a neutral face on but Aaron had gotten every question wrong and the answers were so underdeveloped it was like grading a kid’s spelling quiz. Distressed, he looked up to Aaron’s pure innocent unsuspecting perfect face. 

“Aaron… These are all wrong… For ‘define crime in your own words’ you just put ‘when bad people do bad things’...”

 “Oh..shit. God, I am such a doofus. How will I ever pass these midterms?” Aaron’s grin was wicked.

Spencer rolled his eyes and shoved the paper to Aaron’s chest. He had a feeling the skater was smarter than he let on… 

“It’s getting late, I should go… We’ll work on your ‘answers’ next time.”

 A flash of worry crossed Aaron's face, but Spencer must have imagined it. They’d just spent hours together, surely he was getting sick of him. He started packing his things, but Aaron interrupted him, “Wait…” Aaron’s hand on his wrist stopped him from packing any further, “Stay the night. Besides, I promised you we’d read, right? I am a man of my word, Doctor Reid.”

Spencer couldn’t keep the shy smile off his face, he knew he had to say yes or he’d regret it. Not only that but Penelope would never let him live it down. 

“You did promise, and we can’t have you start breaking promises now, it would hurt my feelings.” At Spencer’s fake pout, Aaron grinned, pushed him gently back onto the bed  and said, “Show me what you’re reading today.” 

 -------------------------------- 

After about 45 minutes of reading side by side on the bed, Spencer reading a technical book on the life cycle of the praying mantis and Aaron mostly watching Spencer while pretending to read a JFK biography, the older man decided he’d had enough of the silence. Don’t get him wrong, he was immensely enjoying staring at Spencer's lips mouthing the words and at his long fingers as he flipped a page every few seconds, but he wasn’t into this silence.

  “What is that?” He reached out for a book that was peeking out from Spencer's satchel on the bed. It was rather large in height and had gorgeous red art on the cover. It looked quite old, quite important.

“Oh, that’s 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea by Jules Verne”

Aaron let out a grunt of understanding, urging Spencer to go on, “It’s a classic. It was published in  1870 and was groundbreaking for its time. 20,000 leagues is roughly 50,000 miles and it’s the depths that the Captain of a futuristic submarine captain and three adventurers travel to. They encounter monsters and new landscapes, it’s actually the book that we get a lot of adventure tropes from today. You know Nemo the fish?” 

Aaron nodded. 

“Well, that name comes from Captain Nemo from the book. Jules Vernes wrote a lot of influential novels, like Around The World In 80 Days which I’m sure you’ve heard of.” 

 At that he nodded again. The story sounded interesting, and Spencer seemed to have a deep interest in it. Besides, Aaron could listen to this boy talk all day.

Aaron bit his lip timidly, “It sounds really lovely, why don’t you read it to me?”

Spencer was taken aback for a second but quickly erased the shock from his features. That might have been the most seductive sentence he’d ever heard, and it came from Aaron’s mouth. Even better. 

Trying not to show his nerves, Spencer smiled and said “Of course.”

He set his and Aaron’s books down, took out the Jules Vernes from his bag, and settled underneath a blanket. Aaron helped himself to a share of the blanket, and usually Spencer would feel uncomfortable being so close to someone, but he noticed he didn’t mind at all. He began to read, ‘The year 1866 was signalised by a remarkable incident…’

 As Aaron listened intently to the story, the younger genius couldn’t help but notice that dark-haired man was staring at him. A big part of his insecurity was telling him that it was because he had something on his face, that Aaron was staring at him because he was a joke to be gawked at. But there was another blooming part of his brain that thought maybe, just maybe, Aaron Hotchner was staring at him because he thinks he’s pretty. 

At some point between Chapters five and six, Aaron’s head found Spencer’s shoulder, a bit after that Aaron’s eyes closed, but Spencer knew he was still listening because he’d let out a low chuckle once in a while that he could feel through his arm. Then Spencer’s own eyes began to feel heavy and his cheek found the top of Aaron’s soft hair. His words began to drawl and the book in his lap fell closed. Warm under the blanket, pressed close to his new friend, it just felt right to succumb to the black behind his eyelids.

[capricornus-rex]

Hi!:) I wanted to know if I can request something with Cal Kestis where he and the reader have a make out sesh? I’m really in the mood for that passionate kiss you know hahaha. Thank you, love your writing🥰❤️

Hello there~! You came at the right time when I was about to finish “Flying Lessons” 😃 I hope I gave your request justice, I was kinda worried while writing it hahaha 😭😅 I did my best, I hope you like it!

“Flying Lessons” (3 - End)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Summary: You and Cal make Greez fulfill a promise that he has made—teaching the pair of you to pilot a real ship.

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That same night, when everyone else have retired for today, you couldn’t catch a wink of sleep for some reason. You guessed it had something to do with the flying. You carefully snuck out of bed and quietly left the Mantis, little did you know that Cal had awakened the moment you left the bed.

You took the trail that circled Maz’s castle and leads to the back, in the direction of the forest clearing. Cal followed the humming streak of colored light through the darkness—you’ve made a torch out of your own lightsaber. In the middle of your walk, you stopped, lowered your lightsaber and glanced over your shoulder.

“I know you’re out there… Cal.”

He appeared from behind the wall, admitting defeat as he stepped away from his hiding spot with his hands raised in mid-air.

“Alright, you got me. I see nothing gets past you,”

He walked up to your side, standing close to the light.

“What are you doing here in the middle of the night anyway?” he added.

“I can’t sleep for some reason,”

“And you figured that going to the clearing where the ships are would solve that?”

“Just a feeling,” you shrug your shoulders with a smug look. “Look, are you coming with me or are you gonna snitch on me to Maz in the middle of the night?”

Cal took the first option and walked with you through the forest. To prove it, he even took out his own lightsaber and used it for light. The two of you partially took off the tarp, revealing only the shuttle that Cal piloted.

“Do you know how it opens from the outside?”

“I have an inkling,” Cal marched to the ship and searched the entry ramp for a button or lever. His fingertips accidentally pressed against a button causing the entry ramp to open. “And I think I’ve found it!”

The two of you stepped into the cramped shuttle. In the midst of the silence, so many memories start to flash before your eyes. Unlike earlier, you finally have the chance to examine the inside of the cockpit. BD-1 even hopped out of Cal’s shoulder just to scan anything he could find, the little droid trilled and chirped—almost like in a song—after scanning five things in the cockpit in full succession.

“Yeah? Good work scanning there, buddy,” Cal affirmed as he let his little droid buddy check out the rest of the cockpit.

“I still can’t believe we flew these,” you thought out loud.

Standing between the pilot and co-pilot seat, you let your fingers sink into the leather upholstery as you looked into the moon shining behind the castle through the windshield. Cal walked up to the co-pilot seat, the slightest movement made the axle of the swivel creak.

“Wanna give it a spin?” Cal asked out of the blue.

You turn to him and shot him a bewildered look. He shoots back a laidback look and a shrug—his whole body language screamed the casual and clueless “What?”

It was one of those moments where Cal just suddenly unfolds another fragment of his personality right in front of you, the crazy ideas were only a bonus.

“Come on, I got your back,” he reassured you.

“Promise?”

“I promise,”

Cal took and sat the co-pilot seat, he started pressing the buttons in the same pattern as Greez did earlier. He quizzically surveyed the cockpit.

“We need to turn on the auxiliary power if we want to make this thing go,”

You spot a lever on the side of the ship just behind the pilot’s seat.

“Do you think this is it?”

“Yeah, could you give it a pull?”

You cranked the lever down, the ship hummed to life and lights flickered on and off until colors danced and stayed on the screens. The sound was loud enough for alarm the animals hiding in the woods, what more if it alerted the security droids that Maz has patrolling her castle for protection. A few minutes later, Cal observed the screens and pressed a few more buttons.

“Okay, we’re up and running,”

You returned to the pilot seat and watch Cal as he was indulging himself in prepping the ship for takeoff, but the fun was cut short when BD-1—who was perched on the dashboard by the windshield—spotted a reprogrammed HURID-327 droid approaching the clearing.

“Cal, look,” you spoke in a deep hush, trying to keep your voice only within his earshot.

You ducked your heads low as the droid turned its cyclops eye left and right while shining a light through its lens. When the droid finally set its sights on the ship with the running engine, your caution levels rose.

“It’s coming here…” Cal mumbled, without a second to spare, he grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you to the door leading to the passenger hold. “Come on!”

BD-1 hopped onto Cal’s shoulder, he slammed the button to open the door with his free hand and the two of you scrambled through the narrow hallways, looking for someplace to hide. From the distance, the sound of the entry ramp made your mixed anxiety and excitement through the roof.

You couldn’t control the giggle that you’ve been suppressing, “We are so screwed!”

Cal had the short-lived luxury to glance over his shoulder, put his finger against his lip to shush you but not even he could repress the laugh coming on from him. Boots skidded against the slick floor, Cal vanished into one of the rooms—with you still dragging along—and hid in a nook in one of the passenger quarters. Squeezing into such a tight space, he and you are practically mere inches with each other while BD-1 managed to blend in with the fixtures inside the quarters. You bite your lip to contain your laughter, listening for the droid scouting the premises.

The tall, hulking droid searched the cockpit—nothing.

Its footsteps got louder as it entered the area past the cockpit, the sound made you tense up, your eyes were blankly searching the space as you listen for the droid’s presence; Cal kept his gaze on you, the thin rays of light spilling through the spaces in your hiding spot made him see your eyes twinkle.

The droid was standing in the middle of the hallway and examined it in the same way it did in the clearing and cockpit. It bellowed what ought to be its own sound of “Hmph” and then its footsteps began to recede.

“Do you think it’s gone?” Cal uttered in a nearly-silent whisper, his breath blowing the thin fringes of your hair.

You chuckled and gently brought your hand to his mouth, continuing to listen for the droid. Its exit was confirmed when you heard the entry ramp shut. You slowly lowered your hand from his lips.

“I think he is now,” you uttered, peeking through the little cracks and spaces that gave you a pinprick-view of the hallway outside. You invited him to shimmy out of the hiding space.

Finally, you afforded the moment of finally releasing the repressed laughter that built up while you were in hiding. The both of you exchanged smiling glances at one another while peeking by the door frame of the passenger quarters.

“Whoa, that was way too close!” you exclaimed. When you turn your attention to Cal, you only noticed now that puppy-eyed gaze of his. “What?”

In that split second, he gently cups your jaw and reels himself in to you, contrast to how he pressed his lips to yours—gentle and tender. Cal definitely got you while your guard was down.

The spur of the moment made whatever remaining energy you have ebb into nothing; your arms clung onto his shoulder as his hands secured your waist, you returned his kisses but with every passing minute he was turning up his intensity. Your heart skipped a beat when you felt him dipping his tongue in your mouth, feeling for your tongue and with that, he managed to trigger something.

“This is really happening, is it?” you whispered.

“You don’t want to?”

“I never said that,”

Cal pulled away, but he never let go of you, he sat on the cot and pulled you in so you sit on his lap. Your fingers comb through his hair bottom up, subsequently his hands found their way to your chest—expertly undoing the buttons of your shirt while alternately suckling onto your lower lip and prodding his tongue to meet with yours. The open center of your shirt revealed the groove between your breasts and your stomach, he brushed your shirt off of your shoulder; finally, he got better access to your weak spot.

He started by nuzzling his lips in the corner between the base of your neck and shoulder. Naturally, you tilt your neck just a tad bit upward, granting him more spots for him to play with. It didn’t take long until he started suckling on you in the neck, he’d even add little bites into his kisses that produced little moans and sharp gasps from you.

“Am I going too rough?” he whispered.

“No…” you mewled.

His hands then wandered downward, his thumb ran across the curve of your breast, passing your waist and tummy, and then clutching on your thighs—his fingers dug into them, squeezing the soft, creamy flesh, he nudged you in some more and you felt his hard-on brush against your crotch.

It was your turn. Simply enough, your thumb and index finger found the zipper of his jumpsuit—it smoothly glided as you pulled it downwards until the top of his clothing was split in the middle, a little ray of moonlight illuminated the tiny beads of sweat riddling his pale, freckled chest. You let your finger glide over his collarbone, spreading the drops of sweat, feeling the bump of his Adam’s apple, climbing his jaw until you nestled his chin under it, and then your eyes wandered and met with his gaze.

This is one of the few occasions that you get to study his facial features: his freckles, his scars, and—your personal favorite—his eyes.

The moonlight paled in comparison to the shine of the jade eyes staring fondly right back at you. A wholesome smiled greeted his stare. No word was spoken, you and he communicated through smiling glances to which only the pair of you could only understand.

You voluntarily inched closer to him—once again closing the inches worth of space that separated you—and you plant your lips on his jaw, you felt the slight turn of his neck as he anticipates your kiss to reach his lips. You made him want more: tenderly kissing his scar starting from the base of his neck going upwards, then to his jaw, and finally his chin. You slowly hoist your face level to his but stopped when his managed to peck a kiss on the tip of your nose.

You felt his playful grin and you shot back a playful smirk.

He tightened his hold around your waist and slowly he lays down on the cot with you.

Resting your head on top of his chest, you felt the warmth radiating through his skin and his heart was pounding really fast. He played with your hair—stroking your scalp from up and then down, repeating the pattern until you drifted to sleep. He kissed you good night on the forehead before he fell asleep himself.

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Sleep- Merrin

Pairing: Merrin x Reader

Characters: Merrin

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 614

Author: Aaron

Insomnia had had a firm grasp on you even since you were a carefree child wandering the streets of Coruscant, now though you were part of the crew taking the fight to the Empire and sleep was most definitely only a thing of dreams.

‘Atleast it’s a few hours of piece.’ You thought as you got into your standard routine of reading, meditating and just generally enjoying the Mantis without the rest of the team bouncing around the place. ‘Where was I…’ you flipped through the pages of your current interest until you landed to where you had finished last, the intricacies of AT-AT repair and maintenance, who knows when it might come in handy and you had to take what you could get during such times.

A few pages down and for once you could feel your eyelids fall heavy and slowly the fell shut, although only a few minutes.

“What?” You called out in a half-asleep state, once you had regained your composure you knew nobody had called your name, but you could hear an unpleasant half-cry from another sleeping pod aboard. “Greez? Cal?” You called out as your feet fell into a pair of slippers and your blaster sat nicely in your pocket. No answer and your mind immediately fell into chaos, forever worried that the Empire would find you and grab you and your friends in the night, they were known to live up to their Boogeyman reputation but with the help of the Nightsister, there was no way they would be able to track the Mantis and find you.

You peeked through the windows of the pods, Cal lay turning slightly in his bed, Greez and Cere both snored deeply with an unappealing drool slowly dripping from the corner of their mouths. You turned down into the kitchen area, Merrin turned back and forth and grabbed harshly onto the makeshift bed which had been set up for her. Her eyes stayed tightly shut as she murmured and spluttered out repeated words, ‘stop’, ‘back’, all words of pain and fear.

“Merrin.” You held lightly onto her wrist in an attempt to wake her up but she was caught tightly in her trance. “Merrin!” You called out this time louder and you grabbed harder. Her eyes shop open and without her realising a small flick of her wrist sent you hurtling across the room and crashing against the windscreen of the ship.

“Where am I?” She called out.

“On the Mantis, you’re okay, I promise.” Slowly and with raised hands you cautiously walked towards her and watched her slowly come back to reality.

“I’m so sorry.” She rushed over to check your injuries, they were superficial at most and would heal in a few minutes. “I don’t know what was happening.”

“You were having a bad dream I think.”

“That was no dream.” She led you over to her bed and the two of you sat down hand in hand. “I was there.”

“Where?”

“Back on Dathomir, when the slaughter happened.” She dropped her head into your lap and slowly the tears that covered her face had dried. “I was back there.”

“Well you aren’t there now. Nobody will hurt you here.” She smiled ever so softly but kept her head firmly on you lap. “Are you comfortable there?” She nodded and curled her legs up on the other side of the bed. You reached over for a cushion and gently lifted her head and placed it underneath. “Go to sleep, I’ll watch over you, don’t worry.”

“But you need to sleep.” A deep yawn escaped her lips and your hand dropped tenderly onto hers.

“I wasn’t going to sleep anyway.”

[westannatasharomanoff]

THG AU Chapter 13

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

* 6 months after winning the games, Natasha was dreading her victory tour. She finally knew what Bruce meant when he said it was terrible to be revered for being the only survivor of a glorified massacre of children. If Yelena were here, she’d be Natasha’s best source of moral support, but she had been dead for two and a half years at this point. Still, she had Clint. He was basically her brother. The only good thing about this whole tour thing was going to be seeing Bruce again. She managed to convince her escort, Loki, to let her stay in 3 a bit longer to “ Get to know the locals.” Natasha stood up off of her hill and walked down to her house (where she lived alone with Liho) to hone her chosen skill. The hobby she chose was ballet, and she was really enjoying it. *

Natasha: Well, Liho, I should probably start packing for my victory tour. The train comes at 8 AM tomorrow and I don’t want to be late.

* Natasha got on the train and saw a lot of familiar faces. Her mentor, Nick Fury; her escort, Loki Odinson; her stylist, Gamora Zen-Titan; and her prep team, (Drax, Peter, and Mantis.)*

Natasha: (To her stylist and prep team) What are you guys doing here?

Gamora: My father forced me to be here because I was your stylist for the games and now I’m basically your personal fashion designer.

Mantis: We’re here to make sure you look good no matter where we are!

Drax: You’ll have a different outfit for each district based on the weather. 

Peter: I hope you’re ready to blow everyone away!

Loki: You do have all of your speeches finished, right? 

Natasha: *holds up notebook* Yeah. I have them right here.

Loki: Also, why did you want an extra half hour in three but no extra time anywhere else?

Natasha: I made friends with one of the victors. I just want to talk to him a bit to see how he’s doing.

Fury: So the talking to him on the phone every single day isn’t enough for you? 

Natasha: It’s just not the same. Nothing compares to seeing a friend in person.

Fury: Right... a friend.

*Nick Fury knew what was going on. They were together. And they probably had been for a lot longer than they even claimed to know each other. Still, Nick decided to keep quiet as it was probably a matter of safety. * 

*Natasha arrived in District 3 right on schedule. Natasha’s stylist and prep team got her ready to do her speech.*

Loki: Okay, is everybody ready? Good. Now remember, these people probably remember you because you saved that kid. What was his name? Sammy? So they’ll probably want to talk to you. If you feel bombarded at any point in time, you can go to a less crowded area as long as you are back on the train within an hour. Understood?

Natasha: Yes.

*Natasha gave her speech and talked to a few people while she tried to find Bruce. She found him and they ran behind a building where nobody could see them. *

Bruce: *hugging her* How are you? I feel like it’s been forever. Is your tour going well?

Natasha: The tour is bringing back terrible memories, but at least nobody can tell.

Bruce: Well, you gave an amazing speech.

Natasha: I’m so glad we got time to talk. It was nearly impossible to convince Loki to give me an extra half hour here.

Bruce: I’m glad you did.

*They sat down on a bench and continued talking and holding hands until she had to leave. They kissed each other goodbye and she ran back to the train.*

Loki: Natasha! You are a minute late! I said be back here within an hour! What if we’re late to District 2 now?

Natasha: We’re expected to arrive in District 2 six hours early.

Loki: Still, I expect punctuality from all of you.

Natasha: Sorry. It won’t happen again.

Loki: It better not.

Natasha: I’ll see you guys at dinner.

*Natasha went to her personal sleeping car ( It was basically a bedroom on wheels.) and sat on her bed. She couldn’t believe she had to wait another six months to see Bruce again. She sat there playing with Liho for about two hours until she heard a knock at her door.*

Fury: Romanoff! What the hell were you thinking?!

Natasha: What was I thinking when?

Fury: Come in here and look at the news.

Natasha: Okay... *She walks into the “living room” car and sees a picture of her kissing Bruce on the screen.* What?! How did they get that picture?!

Lady on the screen: All rumors of a romance between Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton were put to rest today when footage revealing who our newest victor has actually fallen for was released to the public by The Capitol. The pair met six months ago following her victory in The Hunger Games.

Natasha: Oh no. This is bad. This is really really bad.  The Capitol doesn’t like people from different districts getting together! What if they already had him killed?

Gamora: The Capitol had to approve this and air it, remember?

*Natasha breathes a sigh of relief.* 

Fury: Still, you should have been more careful. You’re going to be even more in the public eye than before. If you thought you needed to watch your step before, you haven’t seen anything yet. 

Lady on the screen: I’m sure you’re all just as eager as I am to see more of Panem’s newest perfect pair. 

* Bruce heard a knock at his door two hours after the story about him and Natasha aired. He opened the door to see a tall purple man standing outside of his house.*

Thanos: I am Thanos, the closest advisor to President Snow and I am here with a message from the president himself. You are allowed to be with Natasha, but on our terms. 

Bruce: What are your terms? 

Thanos:  You do as we say, not one step out of line. Remember, everyone is always watching, so whenever you two are together, you need to be the perfect couple. Holding hands, hugging, sitting close, and anything else you can do to make sure the public thinks you are madly in love. 

Bruce: We are madly in love.

Thanos: So this should be easy for you. If you go against us in any way, well... let’s just say that Natasha won’t be the first former victor to be lost in a tragic accident. Oh, and one more thing. This conversation never happened, unless you want both Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark dead. 

Bruce: I understand. Will that be all? 

Thanos: No. You’re coming back to The Capitol with me. President Snow wants you at the party we are having in Natasha’s honor at the end of her victory tour. The people want to see more of you two, and we wouldn’t want to disappoint them. Pack your things, you’ll be home in four days. 

*The next two days of the victory tour go pretty well. Before they knew it, they were in The Capitol.* 

Loki: I hope you are ready for the biggest party you’ve ever attended!

Gamora: She just needs to get dressed and have her hair, nails, and makeup done. 

* Natasha went into the bathroom of her hotel room in The Capitol to see how she looked. Her dress was red with a white cardigan, white tights, and shiny black heels. Her hair was loosely curled and pulled into a low ponytail with a black satin bow. Her nails were red. She had a smokey eye with wing liner and blood red lipstick. *

Natasha: I’m ready! 

Loki: Excellent. Let’s get into position for your big entrance.

*At the party*

Loki: Now please make way for our guest of honor, Natasha Romanoff!  

*Natasha enters the party with Loki and Nick Fury. Everyone is dancing and there is so many different kinds of food. The decorations are show stopping. *

Natasha: This is the biggest party I have ever seen.

Loki: And it’s all for you!

Natasha: What should I do first?

Fury: In my experience, you grab a pate of food and mingle with the other guests. Whatever you do, don’t take the drinks they hand out on the square platters. They make you sick so you can keep eating. I mistakenly drank one in front of everyone at my party, and I’m hoping to spare you the embarrassment. 

Natasha: They make themselves sick? That is disgusting and vile in more ways than one. 

Fury: You’re right, but don’t dwell on it. Go, enjoy your party.

*Natasha took Nick’s advice and mingled with the guests. She decided to try a red drink from a round platter. As she was enjoying her drink, she felt a hand on her shoulder.* Bruce: Excuse me, Miss. Romanoff? Would you do me the honor of joining me on the dance floor?

Natasha: *turns around* Bruce! 

Bruce: In the flesh. 

Natasha: *hugging him* What are you doing here?

Bruce: President Snow helped arrange this so I could surprise you! 

Natasha: Snow arranged this? Why?

Bruce: Never mind that, just dance with me! We’re together, does it really matter why? 

Natasha: I guess not. 

*They danced together, much to the excitement of the party guests. After that, they decided to sit on the edge of a fountain and share a plate of snacks. *

Bruce: So, has anything changed in the past three days?

Natasha: Yeah, the entire country knows about our relationship. 

Bruce: *grabbing her hand* You scared? 

Natasha: A little, but I know I’ll be fine as long as I have you. 

Bruce: Well then you’re in luck because you’ll always have me. 

Natasha: Do you promise? 

Bruce: I promise. *kisses her forehead* Now, let’s enjoy the rest of your party.

*They spend the rest of the party right next to each other, holding hands. Bruce followed Natasha as she answered questions and met Capitol citizens. That night, they realized their rooms were right next to each other. *

Natasha: Well, goodnight. I’ll see you tomorrow morning before I go back to 12. 

Bruce: Yeah, goodnight. *he kisses her* I love you.

Natasha: I love you too. Now get some sleep. 

*Natasha knew Bruce was acting weird. She just didn’t know why. That night, she had another nightmare. She’d been having them practically every night since the games, but she still wasn’t used to them. She petted Liho for comfort and decided that she’d probably sleep better if she wasn’t alone.*

Natasha: Should I? No. No, I should let him sleep. He already had to deal with me for a whole week right after the games. *she hears a knock at her door* Who could that be? *she opens the door*

Bruce: Hey Nat. Can I come in?

Natasha: Of course. Honestly, I was just going to see you. I had a nightmare. 

Bruce: So did I. 

*They fell asleep together. The next morning, they both went home. Natasha gave her speech in 12, officially ending her victory tour. *

If you want me to continue this, please let me know. Feel free to send any requests for other things you want to see. I have a prompts list and an AU list linked in my pinned post. I will write anything marvel that isn’t incest or pedophilia.

[cottontail20]

In Happy Times, Our Love Does Grow, Chapter 28: Countdown To Christmas

Summary: Wanda and Vision continue to grow closer.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20601530/chapters/52238614

It was just a little nebun -crazy- Wanda thought, to be so affected by one kiss. Well, two now, but her point still stood. Still.. if this was crazy, Wanda wasn't entirely sure she wanted to be sane anymore.

Because kissing Vision was magic. His lips moulded so perfectly to hers, like he'd been made just for her, and in this wonderful moment, Wanda dared to hope that maybe he was. He felt like Home.

When she finally broke the kiss, after how long she wasn't sure, he was smiling at her, a wonderful sweet smile, and she found herself smiling right back at him.

"I thought you didn't know what you were doing?" She teased, playfully slapping his arm.

"I still don't think I do.." Vision chuckled softly, "But I've found myself a rather compelling reason to try and work it all out.."

"Oh?" Wanda blushed.

"Yes.." He suddenly seemed quite shy. "So.. how am I doing so far?"

"Well.." Wanda chuckled and kissed him again, just a quick peck on the lips this time, unable to help herself. "Making a last minute drive across town to make sure our first kiss didn't get hijacked by your adorable but mischievous daughter is a pretty romantic gesture, so I think you're doing okay. And you look nice.." A sweet smile spread over Wanda's face, her green eyes sparkling. "Did you dress up for me, Vision?"

"I.. I might have" Vision blushed, his heart skipping a beat. "Um, since I'm here, would you like a lift to my place? It seems silly for both of us to waste the gas money.."

"Sure" Wanda replied, "Just let me grab my purse.." --

Natasha left almost as soon as Vision arrived home with Wanda, not wanting to 'disturb their time together'.

"I could even take Viv for a bit if you two want to.." Nat wiggled her eyebrows.

"No!" Wanda and Vision again yelled in unison, blushing brightly.

"Is there something about 'We want to take things slow' that you do not understand, Natasha?" Vision added, somewhat exasperated.

"No, I understand completely. I was just messing with you" Nat smirked as she headed out. "See ya!"

Vision sighed as they headed inside. Viv immediately ran to hug Wanda's legs.

"Hi, Wanda."

"Hello" Wanda smiled and crouched to return the little girl's hug, gently ruffling her hair. "I hear you were a little bit cheeky Today.."

"I just wanted to help.." said Viv sheepishly.

"I know, Fata dulce, and that was very thoughtful of you. But perhaps it would be best if you left things like this to your Daddy and I" She winked, making Viv giggle. "If I need help, I know where to find you. Now, have you chosen a movie?"

"Uh-huh. We're gonna watch The Santa Clause. And I think we're getting pizza. Is that right Daddy?... Daddy?"

"Hmm?" Vision had become slightly distracted watching the two of them. It seemed as if Wanda and Vivian belonged together as much as it was beginning to feel like he and Wanda did. That they all belonged together. The idea of that was rather wonderful.

"Pizza" Wanda chuckled.

"Right, Pizza" Vision shook his head, breaking out of his musings and pulling out his phone to order. "What kind would everyone like?"

"I'm happy with anything" Wanda shrugged.

"Me too" Viv nodded.

"But no pineapple!" The two girls added in unison, before both of them laughed.

"No pineapple" Vision smiled softly as he dialled the number. "Got it." --

Once the Pizza had arrived, they all settled on the couch to eat it as they watched their movie.

Wanda and Vision stole occasional kisses throughout the film, though were mindful of Viv, who at some point had climbed into Wanda's lap. When the movie was over, Wanda put Viv to bed, as seemed to have become routine when she came over.

Part of Vision wanted to ask Wanda to stay the night. She had already stayed once, after all, so what was the harm?

But that once had been an accident, and they were supposed to be taking things slow. So, always a gentleman, Vision called her a cab home, as he had done quite a few times before. However, unlike the times before, Wanda and Vision had spent a while kissing goodbye on the curb before her cab arrived.

Vision didn't think he would ever get tired of kissing her. Wanda's lips were soft and supple, and the curves of her body fit perfectly against his as he held her. She was the missing piece of a puzzle he'd never been able to complete, and when the cab pulled up, he found himself very reluctant to let her go.

"See you soon?" Vision asked hopefully.

"Categoric.. Definitely" Wanda nodded.

"And you will.."

"Text when I get home" Wanda chuckled as she got in the cab. "I promise." --

A few days later, Wanda was working her next shift at the store, and as usual, hating just about every minute of it. In the lead up to Christmas, the mall was packed, and the store was busier than usual, with people on the hunt for Christmas crackers, candy canes, and other miscellaneous Christmas junk.

And this was all on top of the regular idiots trying to flirt with her, or buy things the store didn't sell. Luckily, this being the busy season, Mantis was around, ready to step in any time it looked like Wanda might be losing her cool.

It was a very pleasant surprise when Vision and Vivian showed up during a brief lull in customer activity around lunchtime.

"Hi, Wanda" Viv happily ran over to the counter. "Hello, Miss Mantis."

"Hello" Mantis waved cheerily.

"Hello" Wanda's eyes had lit up as soon as she saw them. "This is a nice surprise. What are you two doing here?"

"We thought you might be too busy to get lunch" said Vision, handing her a bottle of water, and a brown paper bag containing a chicken and salad sandwich, "So we brought you something."

"Best Boyfriend ever" Wanda smiled, gratefully taking his offerings as both of them blushed slightly at her use of the word 'Boyfriend'. She leaned over the counter to peck his lips. "Thanks, Vizh."

"You're welcome" Vision smiled. "I also have to ask you something."

"Ask away" Wanda bit into her sandwich.

"Clint was wondering if you will be joining us for Christmas at his Farmhouse? You're very welcome, but I know it's not much notice, so.."

"I'd love to come."

"Really?"

"Mmhm."

"Brilliant" Vision grinned. "I'll let Clint know.."

Customers were beginning to flow back into the store, and Wanda sighed.

"I should get back to work.. Call you later, Vizh?"

"Of course" Vision scooped Viv into his arms. "We will speak later."

"Bye, Wanda" Viv waved as they left the store.

"Bye, Miss Vivian" Wanda waved after her, smiling.

And although at least half of Wanda's customers were complete idiots, the smile didn't leave her face for the rest of the day.

[alicepink-me]

The New Guardian

Story Summary: Marinette Dupain-Cheng is an adult in the real world, guarding the Miracle Box in Master Fu's place. She's in love with Chat Noir, but refuses to tell him her feelings. New holders appear to fight the duo and shake up their lives. Marinette makes a tough decision about her future as Ladybug.

Chapter 8: A Fresh Start

Marinette and Mint appeared at the base of a snowy mountain in Tibet. The temple stood at the top. It looked a little shinier and more developed than the images Master Fu had showed her, but it still kept the original ancient designs and shapes. The entire thing was huge.

"Now, you can meet me at the top." Mint said, releasing Marinette's hand before wiping her own on her leg.

"Wait, can't you just teleport us up there like you did when you brought us here?" Marinette panicked. "If you can zap me from Paris to Tibet, I think we can make it up a measly mountain."

"Of course I can." Mint rolled her eyes. "But we left Paris almost immediately and you made me take a pitstop, so . . . no one is actually expecting you and this is partial payback."

"What?!" Marinette dropped her suitcase.

"Geez, you're so loud." Mint retorted. "I'm going to teleport inside and tell the council that you're here. By the time you make it to the top, they'll be ready for you." She grinned.

Marinette shivered. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not exactly dressed for this snow."

"Stop whining. Think of this as part of your training." Mint backed away. "We go through far worse sometimes, so a measly mountain, as you put it, shouldn't be much of a problem for you." She smiled and waved before poofing away.

Marinette sighed and picked up her suitcase. She stared up at the temple, immediately dreading the walk. Mint was a real pain, and she assumed this training would be too. 

. . .

"What does this mean, Plagg?" Adrien sat on the edge of his bed, sighing. "I don't understand . . . "

"I don't know, she seemed really emotional after the whole being forced to admit her love to you incident today." Plagg retorted. "I don't know if rational thinking is a possibility for her right now."

"But Ladybug sent me a map twenty minutes ago and . . . I have no idea why." Adrien looked down at his phone. "It's strange."

Plagg flew to the cheese drawer. "Well why haven't you followed it? Isn't she the love of your life?"

"Ladybug wouldn't do something that ominous unless something's wrong, but it's hard to say."

"Like I said, there's a zero chance for rational thinking." Plagg rummaged through the cheese.

"If she wanted to meet, she could easily call or send a text." Adrien stood and walked to the window. "But this is different. I have a feeling that this map is a message itself." He sighed and turned around. "Plagg, Claws Out!"

Chat Noir jumped on the open window and pulled out his baton. He opened the map. Upon close inspection, it led to the Eiffel Tower, but there was an x on one spot. Oddly suspicious and very creepy. He might be walking straight into another trap, but what else could he do?

Chat Noir jumped out and propelled himself across the city. He flung himself on the tower and stopped, looking around. Definitely no Ladybug, but according to the map, she wants him to find something. Chat opened the map again and scaled the side of the tower, climbing higher. He moved left and jumped to a beam. He searched the area and found a white letter across from him. Chat used his staff to push himself to that beam. He reached under and grabbed the letter off of the metal. He flipped it over. It had Chat Noir written in cursive on the front.

"This is it." He sighed, peeling it open. He leaned back.

"Chat Noir,

          After today's events and a lot of thinking, I have decided to take a break. My mind feels like it might explode, but this is for the best. I did not want you to know any of my secrets, let alone my feelings, so this is in fact necessary. If need be, I will find you a new partner for the time being, but because of my recent decision, no one else will be sent to Paris from the temple. Mint has promised me that, so you should be safe. But if another villain shows up for some odd reason, do not expect me to come. I have found a new way to fix our problems and it involves the Miracle Box. Maybe a new angle on this situation is for the best. Fighting a lost cause won't do us any good either. I will stay in the shadows until I decide to return to Paris. I don't know how long I will be gone and I don't know what will happen, but do not worry about me. I will return at some point, but distance is good for now. It's best we don't see each other or communicate, so don't try to find me. I am not lost.

                                                                                                                                -Ladybug"

Chat sniffled, folding the letter back up and sliding it in the envelope. He sat down on the beam and sighed. "Claws off." He mumbled.

"What are you thinking?" Plagg asked.

"Well . . . I was hoping she'd be here, even though it was doubtful. I really wanted to kiss her and I had hope for us." Adrien answered. "But she doesn't want to see me."

"She didn't say that." Plagg argued.

"She basically spelled it out for me, Plagg!" He yelled. "Ladybug wants to get as far away from me as possible and she's quitting as one of Paris's heroes. She hates the idea of loving me so much that she'd rather give up everything in order to get away." Adrien's breathing shook. "Ladybug joined the enemy. Her entire belief system has changed today and now . . . we aren't partners anymore."

"She said she's coming back." Plagg reasoned. "Ladybug just needs time to think."

"Time to think doesn't require leaving the country or abandoning your life." Adrien wiped his nose. "We could never have been lovers, we aren't friends anymore, and she's ended our partnership." Adrien leaned against the metal. "We're over." He stated. "There is no more Ladybug and Chat Noir."

. . .

Marinette aggressively threw her suitcase inside the front door. The front of the temple building looked like a hotel from up here. After the dreadful staircase that Marinette dragged herself up was a flat area and then a small set of steps that led to the glass doors. "Oh, I am so gonna kill you!" Marinette threatened, marching towards Mint. "I can't believe y-"

"Calm down." Mint leaned against the countertop of the front lobby. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Marinette bent over, trying to catch her breath. "Why you-"

"If you can't handle it here, you can walk all the way back to Paris." Mint smiled. "I won't teleport you back and if you thought this mountain was hard . . . you've got a long road ahead of you."

Marinette straightened, rolling her eyes.. "Well where do we start then?" She huffed.

"Master Mantis!" Mint turned around. "I brought you the Ladybug." Marinette glared at her.

The old man behind the counter turned around with a smile. "Oh good. I was just finding your papers." He walked around and took Marinette's hand, shaking it excessively. "It is so nice to finally meet you. The Ladybug, guardian, and superhero doing it all. It is so fascinating."

"Uh . . . you too." Marinette awkwardly laughed. "I think this place is way more interesting."

"I'm sure you'll fit in just fine here, but first . . . " Mantis moved behind the counter and pulled out a four inch stack of papers. "You'll need to fill out all of your paperwork." He smiled and handed it to her, Marinette's eyes widening. "All are due tomorrow morning at the start of your first class."

"Uh . . . thank you." Marinette scanned the papers.

Mantis dug in his pocket before pulling out a red key. "Oh and don't forget your room key. Room 672." He set it on the stack. Marinette nodded and the man left.

Mint picked up Marinette's suitcase. "Don't forget your bags." She smiled, throwing it at her.

Marinette fell back, her papers falling. "I am about to-" Mint was gone.

. . .

1 hr and 43 minutes Later:

Marinette scanned the hallway. "668." She panted. "I must be close. I have to be."

Marinette stumbled down the hall, limping to her door. She developed quite a few blisters today. While she wandered through these buildings for almost two hours, Marinette realized that this place was almost like a college. It was too violent and creepy to be one, but it seemed a little educational.

Marinette reached her door, releasing a breath of relief. She fumbled with her key and finally unlocked it, pushing the door open. The wood creaked. Marinette hauled everything inside. There was one bed already made and an empty one on the right. She dragged her suitcase to the empty one and threw everything on top with a thump.

"Hello."

Marinette jumped, hearing a voice behind her. She turned around to see a girl smiling. "I guess you're my roommate?" The girl stood at Marientte's height with light brown, shoulder length, straight hair. She had dark eyes and wore sweatpants with a long sleeved black shirt.

"Yep." The girl answered, moving to the side and shifting her weight. Her mood changed. "But I'm not too happy about it, so I don't wanna hear your sob stories when you return from each class or when you finally drop out of this place."

Marinette was taken back. "Why would I drop out?"

"Because you cheated your entire life with a miraculous. You never actually worked for that power and now you have to start." The girl circled Marinette like prey. "Once you get a taste of real training and discipline, you're guaranteed to quit. You'll run home and never return."

"I won't quit. I never have and I won't now." Marinette crossed her arms, her nerves easing as she breathed. "And it's best you don't listen to any rumors about me. I will prove each and every one to be wrong."

The girl stopped. "We'll see." She huffed. "I don't believe they're just rumors."

Marinette gave a friendly smile and held out her hand. "I'm Marinette by the way."

The girl looked at it and crossed her arms. "April." She replied, ignoring her invite. "And I should be going." April turned around and opened the door. A giant brown box stood in front of her. She rolled her eyes in annoyance. "You have mail." She stepped around it and sauntered away.

Marinette walked over and dragged the box inside, closing the door. She began to rip open the top. Marinette knew exactly what this was. She rummaged through the packaging peanuts. Mint had to be touching her hand for the teleportation to work, so Marinette could only carry one bag at a time. Mint would've had to go back for the rest. Marinette found the gold tip and pulled the phonograph out. She brushed off any dust and looked around. The Miracle box was hidden inside and no one else knew the code to open it, but she still needed to hide it.

Marinette set the phonograph on her bed and scanned the room. Her bed was raised with a dresser underneath it. There was a desk at the end of her bed and a closet. April's side was identical to hers, but decorated. The closet would be the best bet for a hiding spot although she didn't bring a ton of clothes to cover it up. Marinette hardly packed anything, but maybe she could convince Mint to zap her to a store.

For now, she needed to unpack, fill out a ginormous stack of papers, and deal with a roommate that already hates her. Maybe she'd write in her diary. For some reason, Marinette brought it even though it's been a year since she last wrote anything. Maybe a new beginning means new entries, but from here on out, it's a fresh start for her.

[fandom-imagines-stories]

She Gave Her All

Peter Parker x Reader, Tony Stark x Daughter Reader

Words: 3026

Part One, Part Two

Summary: During the battle to bring everyone back, the reader is fatally injured. Now, with a newly resurrected Peter, the roles are reversed and Peter and Tony fight to keep the reader alive.

Notes: I thought it’d be really interesting to turn the tables and have Peter being the one worrying. Now, I have no idea how they will bring people back (if they are, but I mean, come on) so I’m just kind of making stuff up and skipping over what would be vital things just because I have no idea how else to do it. Please don’t be mad at me! Now I plan for this to be the last part unless I get an idea that would add to this. I’ve had so much fun writing this little series and I hope you all have enjoyed reading it.

You couldn’t believe it. Thanos disappeared before your eyes, turning to dust. It was over. You’d won. You ignored the pain in your stomach and looked around, seeing your father turn to you.

“We did it.” You gasped. “We actually did it.” The other Avengers still stood in shock. You stood on the red Titan ground, no one making any movements. That’s when you felt the wind, and dust rose up from the ground, taking shape. First was Mantis and then Drax. Star-Lord formed from the ashes with a confused expression.

“Are we… are we back?” He stared at the group around him and fixed his eyes on a figure walking over the hill. He sprinted to the resurrected Gamora and the two collided in a lover’s embrace. Tony stood in front of you and his eyes grew wide.

“Mr. Stark?” A voice said behind you. “Y/N?” You turned around and there he was. All of the emotions that fueled your fight with Thanos came rushing back as you sprinted into his arms. Peter. Your Peter. He lifted you off the ground, relishing in the feeling of holding you again. Of just feeling anything again. Even Tony had tears in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around the both of you.

“I hate to interrupt you guys, but I think we need to go check on Earth.” Cap chuckled merrily. He was eager to be reunited with his friends, but he was happy to see that his fellow New Yorker was alright.

“He’s right.” Tony gave Peter a pat on the back. “We should get out of here.” Peter put an arm around your shoulder but as you stepped forward, you swayed on your feet, a blinding pain shooting up from your stomach. Like you were being crushed from the inside out.

“Y/N?” Peter said, his voice worried. Tony turned back around just as you collapsed. “Y/N!” A chorus of panicked voices was the last thing you heard.

“What happened?” Tony asked, checking your neck for a pulse. Peter was shaking.

“I-I don’t know. She just… fell.” Peter scooped you up in his arms as Tony yelled at Thor to hurry up. In the moments it took for Thor to take them back to Earth, blood dripped out of Y/N’s suit, causing Peter to panic even more.

“We have to get that thing off her now,” Tony ordered and Peter carried her to the nearest table and set her down. Tony tried to get the suit to disassemble, but all systems of the suit were fried. Their only option was to pry the metal pieces off of her. Every member of the team started to help, but as they pulled more fractured pieces off, the more they almost wished they hadn’t. It seemed every time they removed a part of the suit, only bloody gashes, and badly bruised skin was revealed.

“Let me try.” Dr. Strange suggested and carefully began to take off the suit with his powers while Tony and Peter had to watch helplessly. Stephen examined the damage and gave Tony a grave look. “We have to work fast.”

When you opened your eyes, the light was almost blinding. As your eyes adjusted, you felt the warmth of a large, fuzzy blanket wrapped around you and you could smell something sweet wafting through the air. Was that… apple pie? You stood up and looked around you. It was your childhood home. The one you lived in before…

“Hi, sweetie.” You nearly fell back onto the couch you woke up on.

“Mom?” She smiled and you ran to her to be caught in one of her famous bear hugs. You cried into her shoulder as she rubbed soothing circles on your back.

“It’s okay.” She cooed. “I’m here.”

“I missed you so much.” You sobbed. Then the realization hit you. “Wait, am I-”

“Not exactly.” She gave you a small smile and lead you back to the couch. “You seem to be stuck in between. What’s the last thing you remember?” Your memory was a little blurring, but you couldn’t forget the pain as Thanos crushed your suit in on you.

“During the battle… I was fighting Thanos, but he got a hold of me with one of the stones.” You winced, feeling as if it was happening again.

You charged towards him but stopped suddenly. It was as if your suit was turning against you.

“Ah, the young Stark.” Thanos chuckled. “I had hoped you could have joined me when this was all over.” He curled his fingers and your limbs were pinned to your sides, despite how much you struggled against him. “You remind me of someone I once loved.” His eyes softened for a moment, but then his expression darkened and he clenched his fist. The metal suit started to cave in on you, crushing you with every move of his fingers. You cried out. “But you’re too much like your father.”

“You say that like its a bad thing.” You snarked before screaming out in pain, shards piercing your skin as they broke off from the suit. It wasn’t until Captain America threw a large rock and Thanos that you were released.

“I thought he was going to kill me.” You whispered and let out a bitter laugh. “I guess he did.”

“You can’t give up, Y/N.” Your mother took your hands in hers. “After everything you’ve been through to get that boy back, what was it…” She tried to think of his name.

“Peter.” You told her, bringing a small smile to your face.

“Exactly; Peter. You’ve just got him back and now he has to lose you?”

“What am I supposed to do?” She looked you in the eyes intensely.

“You have to fight.”

Tony could hardly believe it. How could anything be so small?

“I think she looks like you,” Mallory noted with a smile. “She’s got that little twinkle of mischief in her eyes.” She laughed and proceeded to speak with one of the nurses. Tony held the little bundle of blankets in his arms and felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time: fear. How was he supposed to be a dad? When he’d gotten the call the Mallory was going into labor, he flew all the way back from Singapore, but now that he was here, he was terrified.

He was Tony Stark; one of the biggest playboys in America. How was he supposed to be a father? Mallory could tell by the look on his face how nervous he was. She smirked. It was almost entertaining- big tough Tony, lord of American weapon manufacturing, cowering over a newborn infant. And she knew that he was completely wrapped around that little girl’s finger.

“Her name is Y/N.”

It was then that he promised himself that he would be there.  Even though he and Mallory weren’t together anymore, he was going to be a part of his daughter’s life. He wasn’t going to make the same mistakes that his father had. The baby in his arms opened her eyes and looked up at him. A smile spread across her small face and a bell-like laugh rang out through the hospital room. Tony couldn’t keep himself from beaming.

There was a loud crash outside the room- a nurse had dropped the pile of clipboards that she had been carrying. Y/N started to cry, fat tears falling down her soft cheeks. Tony held her closer to him, cradling the back of her head as he tried to calm her down.

“Shhh,” He cooed. “It’s okay. I’m here.” He lightly bounced on the balls of his feet. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Tony hadn’t slept at all that night. He’d stayed by Y/N’s side all night. She was kept in one of the hospital rooms in the Avengers facility. Everyone had come in and out to check on her, but one person had stayed throughout the night.

Peter sat across from Tony on the other side of Y/N’s bed. After being ordered by Tony to get some sleep, his head rested against the wall and his eyes were closed. Tony watched him with a thousand thoughts running through his head.

How could he have let it all happen? He should have been with Y/N, fighting by her side the entire time, but instead, the moment she was left alone, she was put at risk. And now he could lose her. He could lose everything. And what about Peter? Where did he fit into all of this? His seemingly peaceful sleep started to shift as his breathing became rapid and his face winced.

“I don't want to go.” He whimpered. “Please Mr. Stark, I don’t want to go.” Tony rushed over to him and gently tried to shake him awake.

“Peter.” He whispered, trying not to scare him. He knew what it was like. To have every moment of sleep haunted by images of terror. “Peter, wake up.” Peter’s eyes shot open and he leaped out of the seat.

“Thanos!” He exclaimed, his gaze darting around the room until it landed on Y/N. He collapsed back into his chair. Tony put a hand on his face.

“It’s okay, kid. It was just a dream.” He pulled the scared boy to him, wrapping his arms around his trembling body. Peter didn’t take his eyes off her. She was lying there, with so many machines hooked up to her, he couldn’t even keep track. Tony pulled away, following Peter’s eyes and sighing. “I think I’m going to go grab a cup of coffee.” He announced. He was going to need some caffeine if he was going to make it through the night.  “Why don’t you come with me?”

“I think I’ll just stay here if you don’t mind, Mr. Stark.” Peter declined, a million thoughts running through his mind. Why did it have to be her? Tony nodded and gave him a pat on the back before leaving the room, running his fingers through his mess of black hair. Peter nervously took Y/N’s hand, recoiling when he felt how cold it was. He captured it in his hands, gently rubbing her skin to try and warm it up. “Hey.” He greeted quietly.

Maybe it was the silence, or perhaps the shadows cast on her face that broke his heart. He couldn’t help it. Tears spilled from his eyes, streaking down his face faster than he could try and wipe them away.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I’m sorry that this happened. I’m sorry that you did all of this for me.” He held Y/N’s hand up to his lips and pressed them to the inside of her palm, his tears collecting on her skin. “You were never supposed to get hurt for me.” His mind raced back through memories of when he met Y/N. She was beautiful and brilliant… and the daughter of his mentor. He never expected a girl like her to even notice a nobody from Queens like him.

“You’re not nobody Peter.” She had told him, running her fingers through his light brown hair. “You’re Spider-man. You’re a hero.” She and her father were the first people who truly made him believe in himself. How was he supposed to face Mr. Stark after this? It was his fault that his daughter was fighting for her life in a hospital bed right now.

Tony was surprised to see someone else standing in the kitchen when he walked in. Steve slowly drank from a glass of water and gave Tony a small wave of acknowledgment. Tony turned on the coffee machine and waited for it to brew in silence.

“How is she?” Steve asked, keeping his voice low. He didn’t want to wake up anyone else up. They all deserved their rest after all they’d been through.

“She’s going to be fine.” Tony gave him a false smile, but he couldn’t find the energy to fake it anymore. His expression turned to one of desperation and sorrow. He took a shaking breath. “She still isn’t waking up.” He leaned against the counter. “I just… I don’t know what to do.”

“You should have heard her going up against Thanos.” Steve chuckled to himself. “Thanos told her that she was too much like you, and do you know what she said? She said ‘You say it like it’s a bad thing.’ There she was, facing the person who wiped out half the universe and she wasn’t even scared.” He put a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “She gave her all.” Tony looked down at the floor. Steve knew what it was like to lose people and despite his and Tony’s differences, he wanted to help him through this. “She’ll make it. She’s a tough kid, Tony. Just like her dad.” He gave him a small smile before returning to his room.

When Tony came back to the infirmary, he found Peter with his face buried in his hands, his body shaking with sobs. Peter looked up at him with tear filled eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. T-this is a-all my fault. It’s my fault she’s hurt. It’s my fault she might not-” He stammered through his cries. Tony pulled him into his arms once again.

“You can’t think like that, kid.” He said sternly.

“I don’t what I would do with-without h-her.” Peter clung to Tony if only to keep himself from collapsing.

“I don’t think I know either.” Tony agreed quietly. Y/N had changed his life in so many ways. She made him a better man and a better father than he ever thought he would be. He promised her the day she was born that he would never let anything happen to her and now he could lose her forever. Mallory would know what to do. She always did.

You watched them with tears streaming down your face. You stood in the corner of the room, your mother holding your hand next to you.

“They need you, sweetheart.” She gave your hand a gentle squeeze. You turned to her.

“What about you?” You sniffed. “Have you just been alone all this time?”

“I’ve been watching over you.” She placed a hand on your cheek. “I’ve seen you grow into a hero just like your father. I’ve seen you fall in love with that boy and fight to get him back. And no matter what, I will always be with you. Every step of the way.” You pulled her into one last hug.

“I love you, mom.” You sobbed. She ran her fingers through your hair and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too, my sweet girl.” And just like that, she vanished and you woke up.

“Dad?” You said weakly. Tony and Peter immediately broke apart. “Peter?” Both pairs of eyes went wide as they rushed to your side.

“How are you feeling, honey?” Tony asked, carefully pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Like I ran into  a giant purple wall.” You laughed but winced at the pains in your torso. You looked at Peter. “Hi.”

“Hey.” He beamed, the tears in his eyes turning from those of sorrow to pure joy.

“You had us all pretty scared.” A voice said from the door. Steve down at you. “But I knew you’d make it. You’re a fighter.” Tony gave him a slight nod and you knew that whatever fight they had, was finally coming to an end.

“Cap, let everyone know she’s awake.” He requested. “And get Stephen. He should come have a look at her.” Cap gave you a small salute before stopping at Pepper and Bruce’s rooms first. Peter drew delicate circles on the back of your hand.

“You know, all this time I’ve been thinking about…” He trailed off.

“What?” You wondered as he cheeks turned red.

“Well I was thinking about all the things we wouldn’t have been able to do, you know?” After everything he’d been through, he still had that boyish innocence that you loved so much. “We wouldn’t graduate together, o-or go ice skating at Rockefeller center like you always said you wanted to or… you know… go to prom, if that’s even still a thing.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. Tony rolled his eyes.

“Peter Parker, are you asking me to prom?” You grinned, half amused and half just completely enamored by him.

“What? Uh… n-no, I mean, uh,” He stuttered. Tony elbowed him in the side. “Yeah, I guess.” You ignored the pain for a moment and grabbed him by his hoodie, pulling him into a kiss. Tony made an uncomfortable sound and decided to study the mechanics of the lamp.

“What’s going on? Cap said that she-” Bruce started, turning the corner with Pepper. Both halted and chuckled at the scene. They entered, followed by Stephen, who concluded that you were going to be alright.

“Thank god,” Pepper sighed in relief sitting next to Tony. He wrapped an arm around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. “I didn’t think I’d be able to keep him in line by myself.” You both laughed and Tony gasped in mock-offense.

“Especially with the-” You started but she vigorously shook her head. Your eyes went wide. “Wait, you haven’t told him yet?”

“There hasn’t really been time!” She exclaimed.

“Tell me? Tell me what?” Tony’s eyes shifted between the two of you, wondering who would crack first. Pepper took a deep breath.

“Do you remember that dream you were telling me about before all of this happened?” She asked. “The one about me being-”

“Are-are you- are you-” Tony stuttered.

“Pepper’s pregnant!’ You exclaimed. The crowd of other Avengers outside the door cheered. A joyously shocked Tony pulled his fiance in for a kiss as the others filed into the room. You laced your fingers through Peter’s and looked around at the strongest people you knew, feeling tears streaming down your cheeks. The Avengers was and always would be your family.

[ironcroft11]

I just wrote my first fanfic! It’s horrible, but I enjoyed writing it. It’s called “Stay” and it’s pure TiPo fluff.

Stay

It was a quiet evening at the Jade Palace. The sun was getting low and therefore painted the sky in a bright orange that could even rival the fur of the great Master Tigress.

Speaking of Tigress, she was in the Jade Palace kitchen, together with the other warriors of the Jade palace: Monkey, Viper, Crane, Mantis and, of course, Po.

A week has passed since Po defeated Kai, the deadliest villain the group has ever faced. Even Shifu seemed surprised that everything worked out fine in the end. But, knowing Po, he would always find a way to save the day and make everyone happy.

He wasn’t making the Five happy today though, at least not Tigress. Ever since Gongmen City and their battle against Shen and his wolf army, Tigress grew to really like the Panda. And that is an understatement. Seeing him getting shot out of that factory was the worst she has ever felt in her life. She couldn’t describe the feeling but she knew she never wanted to experience it again.

Since that day Tigress kept a very close eye on Po, as if something could happen to him any moment.

Li Shan, Po’s biological father, was also eternally grateful that his son was alive. So grateful, in fact, that he couldn’t imagine life without his dear son anymore. Therefore, he made him an offer, just a few days after he defeated Kai.

5 days earlier. Panda Village

„I still can’t believe my son is alive! And on top of that he saved the world! I am so proud of you son.“, Li Shan told Po when he visited the Panda Village after Kai’s defeat.

„Yep. For the third time, don’t forget that!“, Po answered jokingly as he gave his panda dad a nudge.

Li Shan’s smile faded as he became serious: „You can���t even begin to imagine how much I missed you. I can’t and I won’t imagine life without you. Move to the Panda Village, to me. These are your people, your family, Lotus.“

Po was taken aback by what his father said. He never gave the situation a proper thought, but now that his father mentioned it, there was the question where he would now live.

„I would love to, Dad, but the Five and Shifu need me at the palace! They are my family too, you know.“, Po said, hoping his father would understand.

Li Shan, now frowning even more, answered: „I know son. I know. It’s just that, ever since your mother died and you got taken away from me, I feel so lonely. I have no family left but you Lotus.“ He turned away as he was holding back tears. Po couldn’t stand watching his father like that.

He sighed: „I will talk with Shifu and the Five. Maybe they don’t need me as much as I thi-“. Po couldn’t finish his sentence as his father had already embraced him.

„We’ll be together again, after all these years.“, Li Shan said with, this time tears of joy, in his eyes.

Present day. Jade Palace kitchen

To say the mood wasn’t good would be an understatement. Po just told the Five about his father’s offer.

Safe to say no one expected that question.

„Should I move to the Panda Village?“

Yep, the Five definitely didn’t expect that question.

Of course the Five wanted Po to stay, but they also didn’t want to stand in the way of Po’s happiness.

„Hey, if that makes you happy - go for it buddy!“, Mantis exclaimed.

„Yeah, if you want to live with your panda dad you should totally do that, I mean, he is your dad after all.“, Monkey added.

„Oh I’ll miss you Po, promise me you’ll visit us from time to time?“, Viper said to which Crane added: „Yeah and don’t forget to bring some of that delicious Noodle Soup.“

Everyone was laughing as the mood seemed to brighten a bit. Everyone but Tigress, who still had the stern look on her face she had ever since Po asked them the question.

„Oh yeah! I will bring you guys a years worth of Noodle Soup!“, Po exclaimed as he started laughing with 4 of the Furious Five.

Then he noticed that Tigress hasn’t said anything and looked rather concerned.

„Hey Tigress, everything alright? You haven’t said a word all evening.“, Po asked her mildly concerned.

She gave him a cold look and answered: „Yes Po, everything is fine. If you desire to go and live with your family then you should go.“ The way she stressed the word ‚family‘ threw Po off. The Five didn’t seem to notice, but Po did. He knew Tigress better than anyone and could tell if something was bothering her.

„If you would excuse me, I wanted to take a walk before I go to bed. I will see you all in the morning. Good Night.“, Tigress told them coldly and left the kitchen.

„What’s up with Tigress?“, Crane asked to which the rest of the Furious Five simply shrugged.

„I don’t know, but I’m gonna find out.“, Po answered as he stormed out the kitchen, running after Tigress.

„Tigress! Wait up! I just wanna talk!“

No answer. Po couldn’t see her.

„Where could she have gone?“, he asked himself as he walked out of the Jade Palace barracks.

Meanwhile the sun has gone down completely, the moon and the stars being the only thing that lit up the sky. It was a beautiful night.

Tigress sat at the Peach Tree of Heavenly Wisdom. Her favorite place to be when she had something on her mind, and boy did she have something on her mind.

„How could he do that to us?! How could he do that to me?! Do we mean nothing to him? How could he just leave..“, Tigress thought to herself as she was close to tears.

Although it was hard to admit, she definitely harbored feelings for the panda. Strong feelings. She just wasn’t ready to tell him yet.

She began to think back to everything they went through. Tai Lung, Shen, Kai. They easily could have died in any of these battles and yet they miraculously survived them all. They have been through so much. Tigress couldn’t imagine life without Po anymore, and she didn’t want to. Po not only changed her life, but the life of everyone at the Jade Palace. Even Shifu lightened up, much to Tigress’ and the Five’s surprise.

Po was special, she knew that, and letting him leave would be the biggest mistake of her life.

She sighed: „I have to let him go. What kind of friend would I be if I I put my own needs over his? If he truly wants to live with his biological father, I should respect that. Even if it will break my heart…“

Her ears perked up at the sound of heavy breathing.

Po knew exactly where Tigress went. They often had conversations at the Peach Tree, it was just the place to be when you felt down. Something about the place simply radiated a feeling of peace and harmony. The perfect place to think. Or to talk.

He walked towards the mountain on which the Peach Tree was on.

„Remember, the view is worth it Po.“, he told himself as he sighed and began walking up the stairs to the tree.

When he arrived at the top he saw Tigress, sitting on the edge of the cliff, staring into the night. He knew she heard him when he was halfway up the stairs, which he always found amusing. There was no way that Po could ever sneak up on Tigress, no matter how great his Kung Fu skills became.

„Of course he followed me here.“, Tigress thought to herself, a small smile creeping itself onto her face. Po was too kind hearted to ignore her behavior. She knew he cared about her, a lot, but did he care as much about her as she cared about him?

„What do you want, Po?“, Tigress asked coldly, as if Po’s presence didn’t make her feel warm inside.

Po knew something was up with Tigress, the tone in her voice confirmed it for him.

„I was just wondering why you were so quiet this evening. What’s wrong?“, Po asked Tigress, making no effort in hiding his worry.

He could read her like a book. The Five didn’t seem to notice that something bothered her, Po did. Po always did.

„Everything is fine, Po. You can go back to the others. I’ll go to bed shortly. Thank you for your concern.“

„It’s about my question, isn’t it?“, Po asked Tigress as he sat down beside her.

She looked away.

„I told you Po, everything is fine. If you want to go live with your father then you should do that. After all it is your decision and if it makes you happy-“, she briefly paused before continuing: „-it makes me happy.“ She offered him a weak smile. A smile Po didn’t buy at all.

„You know, Tigress, this isn’t easy for me. I want to stay so bad! I love you guys! But I love my dad too and I am all he has left. I feel like I owe this to him, for being absent all this time.“, Po said, wiping away a single tear that formed in his eye.

Tigress looked over to him, taking his hand into hers: „Po, you don’t owe anything to anyone. It wasn’t your fault that Shen did this to your people. It isn’t your fault you weren’t with your father. I think it was destiny. It was destiny that Mr. Ping raised you as his son and it was destiny that Oogway chose you to be the Dragon Warrior. If it wasn’t for all that, we would have never met.“

„I’m really glad you told me that Tigress. You always know the right thing to say.“, Po said with a smile on his face. Tigress really knew how to cheer up the panda.

Tigress smiled back.

„If it makes you happy Po, then go. Your future is in your hands, only you can decide what your future holds.“

He sighed: „I know, thank you for understanding Tigress. You know, I will miss the others and Shifu. But I will miss you the most.“

Tigress’ eyes grew large with what Po said and without knowing it Tigress was prisoner of a hug unlike any other. She could feel the warmth of Po’s body and fur radiating through her. The shock turned into happiness as she returned the hug, never wanting to let go.

When they parted, both could feel how cold it has actually gotten. Both wished the hug could’ve gone on forever.

They sat in silence, simply admiring the beauty of the view before them. Their arms slightly touching, enough so they could feel each others warmth.

While Po took a peach to eat as a midnight snack, Tigress’ smile faded as she realized what would happen now.

Po would leave them. He would be gone. Sure, he would visit them from time to time, but it wouldn’t be the same. They grew to love each other, they were a family. And now all that was over.

Po chewed on the peach, the sweet flavor overwhelming his taste buds. He simply enjoyed the moment. The stunning view, his favorite person in the world sitting next to him. Nothing could ruin this evening.

„Stay.“

Po was just done swallowing as he heard that word. That one word. He thought he misunderstood.

„What did you say Tigress?“

Tigress didn’t answer. She knew exactly that he understood what she said. But just in case, she repeated herself, as if saying it more often would increase the chances of it actually happening.

„Stay.“

Only this time she added another word.

„Please.“

Po was taken aback. He didn’t know how to react. He thought she just gave him the permission to leave and now she wanted him to stay? Safe to say Po was confused.

„But I thought you just said I should go, that only I can choose what my future holds.“, Po said, remembering what his best friend had told him just moments earlier.

„I know what I said, but that was my mind speaking.“, she said.

„Right now, it’s my heart that is speaking.“

He didn’t know what to say. He had feelings for Tigress for a long time. It was a crush at first but that crush quickly turned into feelings once he actually got to know her.

He never even considered Tigress feeling the same way. But right now, with what she was saying, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

Tigress continued, tears now rolling down her cheek: „I don’t know if I can go back to life how it was before. I don’t know if I can go back to a life without you.“

She didn’t care that she was crying. All she wanted was for Po to stay. Nothing else mattered right now.

Po, still in shock, began to think about his life. About his family and his friends. The Five and Shifu have become his family, there is no doubt. The more he thought about it the more obvious became the answer. He couldn’t leave them, he couldn’t leave Tigress.

Before she knew it, Po wrapped Tigress in a big hug, crying into her shoulder.

„That’s all you had to say Tigress.“, he said almost inaudible because of his tears and the fact that his mouth was nuzzled into her shoulder.

Tigress welcomed the embrace and her frown turned into a smile again.

„I’m so glad you’re staying. Don’t ever scare me like that again.“

It was now Tigress’ turn to cry. There was no way she was letting Po go. Not now. Not ever.

„It’s like you said Tigress, only I can decide what my future holds. And my future is here, at the Jade Palace, with you.“

They stayed there for at least a few more hours, talking, laughing and enjoying each others company.

And Po could only think of one thing:

„I’m so glad I’m staying.“

[bevioletskies]

bring it on home to me [3/5]

summary: The fight of everyone’s lives may be over, but for Nebula, Peter, and the rest of the Guardians, the search for the person they love most has just begun.

a/n: MAJOR spoiler warning for Avengers: Endgame, though I am a little vague about the events of what happened. Regardless, please don’t let me spoil it for you!

Fic title is, of course, from the song Bring It On Home To Me by Sam Cooke. 

word count: 3.5k | ao3 | tag

Peter stared down the bottom of his third bottle in the last hour, slumped over the railing that was somewhat familiar to him, though not quite the same one he knew. He’d long given up the pretense of being the confident, boastful, larger-than-life “Star-Lord” persona, or at least he had two bottles ago. The others could still be heard above all the ruckus of the casino that was still every bit as illegal as its previous iteration, Rocket’s gleeful cackle and Drax’s uproarious laugh especially carrying through the thin sheet metal walls. Peter knew that, for once, he was the buzzkill of the group, lurking outside the bar like the wallflower he’d never been, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“We should go to Knowhere for our anniversary,” he had said to her one evening. They were lying in bed, warm and cozy and content, sifting through the team finances together. It wasn’t a particularly romantic activity, but they both found that any task, no matter how mundane, was best done in the other’s company.

She had blanched, setting down the holo-tablet to fix him with her usual dubious stare. “Why? Knowhere is filthy, both morally and literally.”

“Well, yeah, but it was where we had our first dance...sorta.” At her unimpressed look, he had added, “Okay, so technically our first dance was during that mission with the, uh, that consulate thing - ”

“Diplomats, Peter,” she had sighed.

“Yeah, yeah, same thing. Anyway, I guess I just always think it was Knowhere ‘cos it’s where we first got to really know each other. That you weren’t just a crazy assassin and I wasn’t just a handsome rogue - ”

“An acceptably attractive, morally ambiguous, and wholly dishonorable thief,” she had corrected him without missing a beat, shooting him a teasing grin. “And why do you put so much weight on anniversaries? They’re only superficially more significant than any other day of the year.”

“I dunno, maybe it’s a Terran thing.” He had pulled her in closer, gently lowered her head down over his heart, raking his fingers through her hair. She had instantly settled in, her eyes fluttering shut, enjoying the sensation of his touch. “My mom liked anniversaries. She said she liked any excuse to celebrate something or someone - birthdays, weddings, adoptions, jobs...that it meant that we made it. That something we had, something we thought was worth having, was meant to last.”

She had hummed, placing one hand on the other side of Peter’s chest so she could feel it rise with every breath he took. “It’s a lovely sentiment, actually. One that I can agree with. Your mother was an insightful woman.”

“She would’ve loved you.” He had tilted his chin downward somewhat so he could look at her resting peacefully on his chest, their legs intertwined. She had been wearing his hoodie and smelled of his cologne because of it, interlaced with the gentle and surprising sweetness of her shampoo. There had been a bandage on her thumb where she’d cut it during a mission two days ago when she was hastily trying to cut a rope that had wrapped itself around Groot’s leg while they were trying to get away from the bad guy of the week. The corners of her mouth had been turned up very slightly, her shoulders rising and falling as she drifted off to sleep. “I love you, Gamora. More than anything.”

She had chuckled, though her eyes remained closed. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes.” His answer had been immediate.

She had patted his chest in response, once, twice, then her hand came to a stop. Her smile widened. “I love you, too.”

“You are the one who tried to put his hands on me.”

Peter jumped, turning and knocking over the bottles at his feet in his haste. His mouth fell open rather comically at the sight before him, the sight he’d been chasing for months now, the sight he couldn’t believe he was seeing. “I...uh, I’m, uh - ”

“My sister said you had a talent for talking too much. I’m not sure I see it.” She folded her arms across her chest, looking at him expectantly. Everything about her looked identical to how she’d looked on the day they met - her outfit, the length and style of her hair, right down to the stern scowl that he used to think was the only expression she was capable of. It made his chest ache. “Your persistence is admirable, I’ll give you that much. But I am not the one you know.”

“Well, I...we...think you’re on your way,” Peter stammered, bending to set down his bottle beside the others. “Nebula told us you still turned on Thanos in the end to help her out, and I saw you jump into the fight against him. Seems like somethin’ you’ll always do, no matter what universe or timeline or whatever you’re in.”

She faltered, the tightness of her mouth slacking somewhat, her brow furrowing into something more like worry than anger. Then, she slowly walked over to stand beside him at the railing, an unsettling sense of deja vu washing over him as he turned to watch her. “Both of you speak of me and to me as if I’m a good person. As if I haven’t committed horrible, unspeakable acts of terror and violence. I know what my father has done. I know what I’m capable of. And yet, my sister tells me I have the capacity to...to have friends? To have a lover? To be...to be part of a family?” Her voice cracked.

“You do,” he said earnestly. “Hell, you were the one who started this whole thing to begin with. The Guardians? We never would’ve happened if you hadn’t been trying to get the Orb away from Ronan. Either I would’ve sold it to the Broker and been on my way, or you would’ve stolen it and helped Ronan destroy Xandar. You said it yourself - you couldn’t stand by and let it happen.”

“Stop speaking of her as if she’s me,” she said through clenched teeth, refusing to meet his eyes. “I am not the one you lost.”

“Okay, okay.” He held his hands up in surrender, taking one step back to give her room to breathe. “Just...please don’t run away this time. We’ve been chasin’ you around the galaxy for months - ”

“I’ve noticed.”

“ - and we’re kinda running low on fuel. And funds. And food. Just, y’know, everything.” He softened. “Look, I get it. You don’t know me, you don’t care about staying for me. But you know your sister. Would you stay for her? At least...talk to her?”

Gamora slowly turned on her heel to direct her gaze inside the casino, eyes roaming across the rowdy scene before them, the sounds barely muffled by the poorly insulated walls. The others were having a rare moment of levity together at the betting tables, Rocket and Groot jumping enthusiastically up and down as they beat Drax at yet another hand, while Mantis was watching with a confused, but entertained smile. Nebula was sat at the bar by herself, staring down the bottom of a shot glass like it had personally wronged her. “I saved her.”

“Yeah. A bunch of times, actually. And you’ve saved me, too. And everyone else.”

She turned back to properly look at him for the first time. “When?”

“Well, we’ve been on dozens of jobs together, you really want me to describe them all?” he chuckled.

“No. I have a feeling once you start, you’ll never stop.” A smirk then formed on her face, something so similar to the smile she often wore around him whenever he was being...well, himself - that he felt a sharp pang in his chest to accompany the dull ache. Her expression then fell back into something far more forlorn. “I’ve spent these last months trying to figure out how to live in a universe that I don’t belong to. With my father and sister dead, with my purpose gone, with my identity belonging to another, I...I’m lost, Quill.”

“You have a place with us if you want it,” he promised, shivering at the sound of his name in her mouth. “And I’m thinking you do, since you came to me. I gotta ask, though - why did you come to me? Why not your sister?”

She visibly swallowed. “She isn’t the one I know. She killed her past self, the one that belonged to my timeline, to save my life. I don’t know how to understand her, I don’t know how to be the one that she needs, I don’t know what or who she needs. At least with you...we have no false pretense of me resembling the one you loved.”

“But you do. I…” He inhaled sharply, his eyes burning with unshed tears. “I look at you, and all I see is her when we first met, god, nine years ago now. I look at you standing here, and I remember the last time we were on Knowhere, her telling me how she couldn’t let Ronan or Thanos destroy planets, me telling her about the night my mom died. And when Nebula told me that you turned on Thanos and saved her with no hesitation, that’s...that’s the woman I know. The one I love.”

She went silent for a moment, turning back toward the stars, her eyes squeezing shut so she could think. “Sometimes...I wish I was her. It sounds like she was loved.”

“She was,” Peter said fiercely. “And not just by me and Nebula. The whole team, every last one of ‘em. I got a feeling, if you stay, make your new home with us...we’ll love you, too.”

“You make it sound as if I’m a lesser version of her. A replacement.”

“No, that’s not - ”

“But if you want to know why I stopped running away...I’m tired, Quill. I’m tired of not knowing what to do next.” Her shoulders slumped, and she leaned against the railing, her elbows barely keeping herself upright. “And though I have no interest in becoming a project for you and your friends, the temptation to at least...try to find my place among you is too strong to resist. Besides, I have nothing left to lose. Nothing at all.”

He could almost audibly hear his own heart break at her admission. “I’m sorry. About your timeline bein’ all messed up, about losin’ all those people you cared about...”

“Thanos is not my father,” she said darkly. “Nebula, though...this one said we were sisters. Friends.”

“You were. But you should really talk to her about that stuff, not me. Not my place to say nothin’.” Peter nodded toward the direction of the door. “You think you’re ready?”

“I need a moment. I’m not sure what to say,” she admitted, moving to sit down with her back against the railing. He automatically followed suit, sitting a polite distance away from her. They waited in silence for a few minutes, the only soundtrack accompanying them being the awful bass-heavy EDM pounding away at the bar and the raucous cries from its patrons, getting louder and louder with every sip they took. Peter was itching to reach for his Zune, to see if maybe a song, any song, would somehow bring back her memories, as if she had simply lost them rather than not having them in the first place. “Nebula also said you and I were together for four years.”

“Yeah. Yeah, we were.” Peter smiled sadly. “Damn good four years, too.”

���What was it like?” He looked at her incredulously; she shot him a defensive look in return. “This isn’t just small talk, Quill. I need to know what my other self experienced, what she valued, if I’m going to have a productive conversation with my sister.”

“Su-u-ure,” he drawled, smirking. “I got a bunch of stories if you’ve got some time.”

“Not that much,” she retorted. Regardless, she turned toward him so their faces were closer, her eyes fixated intently on his. He found himself momentarily lost in their familiarity, though they lacked the warmth he had grown so accustomed to. “Tell me.”

It had been fourteen hours since Yondu’s ashes were scattered across the expanse of space, and Peter finally found himself stirring awake in his bed on the Quadrant (Kraglin had spoken of a scrapyard he knew of on a nearby planet where they could string together a new ship, but Peter was in no mood to brainstorm new names for the time being), groggy from having slept so fitfully for so long. He groaned, flopping back into his sea of flattened pillows to reject the very concept of a new day. Then, his chest tightened in remembrance of everything that had occurred in the last week, of what had happened just last night. He let out a sudden pained cry.

“Peter? Peter!” She burst through the door and was by his side before he even registered her presence, pulling him up into a seated position with his back against the headboard. “I heard you yelling, are you hurt?”

“No,” he sighed, his breath coming out ragged. “I just remembered where I was, that’s all. Don’t mean to disturb you.”

“Not at all,” she said, moving back a little so he had room to exhale. “You have every right to be disoriented right now, Peter, it’s okay. We’ll take some time off before we get back to work. I think we could all use a break. Besides, we need to figure out how Mantis fits in here. She needs guidance.”

“I think you’d be good for that,” he said, lifting his chin to look at her. His breath slowly came back to him. “Better you than Drax.”

“I agree,” she said dryly, rubbing his shoulder to further calm him down. “Did you at least sleep through the night? I didn’t hear you get up once.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I did.” He put his hand over hers. “Hey, how are you holding up? Now that Nebula’s...gone again.”

“I think we’re on our way to something. Friendship, maybe,” she replied, looking lost in thought. “It’s not something I ever thought was possible, but...I have hope.”

“That’s great!” he exclaimed, brightening. “I mean, she still scares the crap outta me, but you both deserve a win. You really do.”

She nodded slowly. “Peter...I’m sorry about Yondu. I know how much he meant to you. And I shouldn’t have pushed you to have a relationship with your father, only to turn it around the second we arrived - ”

“Hey, no, you were right, okay? Your instincts were dead-on, as always,” he promised, squeezing her hand. “I’m sorry for losin’ it on you instead of hearing you out. We’re both stubborn as hell, not exactly the best foundation for a relationship - ”

“Relationship?” she interrupted with a teasing smile.

He blinked bewilderedly. “Yeah, last night when you said - ”

“I know what I said.” She moved closer, so close that their foreheads touched. His breath trembled for an entirely different reason; they hadn’t been this physically close since their near first kiss on Knowhere. “And I stand by what I said. But...you’re right. I think both of us could be more patient with each other...with ourselves. We take this slow, or not at all.”

“Yeah, that’s...that’s fair.” He then smirked, something mischievous and warm and already so familiar to her that she couldn’t help but smile in return. “But, uh, how slow are we talkin’?”

She hummed, then leaned in to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, so brief that he barely had time to reciprocate. He let out a startled laugh, watching in mild disappointment as she pulled away and got to her feet. “Mantis is making breakfast for all of us to celebrate her first day as a Guardian. I can already tell you it smells terrible, but I suggest we both eat it for her sake.”

“Hey, hey, wait - ” Peter got out of bed and reached for her hand, pulling her front flush against his. He gently cupped her jaw in one hand, used the other to run his fingers through her hair, the warmth in his chest growing stronger when she leaned into the touch. “Seriously, I know I literally dance around the subject sometimes, but you gotta tell me if I’m screwin’ up and not doin’ enough to fix it. Relationships are kinda new to me, too, and the last thing I wanna do is mess up what we have. Done enough of that lately, and I don’t wanna let you down.”

“Have you ever known me to hold anything back?” she drawled.

“Right, of course. What am I talking about?” he laughed, leaning down to kiss her, properly this time, feeling her smile against his lips, her arms sliding around his waist to keep them both steady. They held each other for a moment, ignoring the ominous rattles of the Quadrant and the distant arguing of their teammates, their family, before pulling away. “All I’m saying is that I trust you, Gamora. More than anything.”

“You know…” The surprising gentleness of her voice slowly pulled Peter out of his memory-induced haze. “Nebula told me who I was, what I meant to all of you, but...we never had the chance to talk about what happened in the aftermath. How you felt when you found out. If you trust me...will you trust me enough to tell me? I...I want to know.” Her expression was unusually open, pleading.

He looked away, staring down at his hands in the realization that he’d taken the Zune out of his pocket subconsciously, running his thumb across the front, feeling for the buttons like he had with the Walkman. The Zune was smaller, more touch-sensitive, a little less solid beneath his calloused fingers. “I lost my mom...then my real dad. How else was I s’posed to react when I lost you, too?” He hung his head. “I screwed up, I lost it, I...when Thanos said he ‘had’ to kill you, I…” His breath shook, his throat burned.

“She said...something about the Soul Stone.” Her brow furrowed. “I was sacrificed, wasn’t I?”

He nodded silently. “Nebula didn’t know exactly how Vormir worked until she joined up with the Avengers on Terra, and two of ‘em went and had to do the same thing. One came back without the - ”

“Quill, listen to me,” she interrupted urgently, reaching across to grab his arm, her fingernails digging in deep. “If I was sacrificed for the Soul Stone, it means a piece of my soul - her soul - lives on inside of it. Once Thanos gained control, he would have been able to see her, speak to her. We just need to - ”

“He destroyed ‘em.” Peter’s voice was hollow. “That bastard used the Stones to destroy the Stones. The one that the Avengers used, it was one they took from the past, before you...you…” He swallowed back the bile rising in his throat, unable to choke out the last word.

Her face fell. “So she’s lost, then. Every part of her.”

A harsh noise escaped his throat as if to cover up a poorly-concealed sob. “You don’t gotta rub it in. Believe me, I’ve been thinkin’ about her every damn day.”

She slowly got to her feet, unsure of how to comfort him. Her eyes flickered to something moving in her peripheral vision - Nebula, knocking back another generous swig from a lukewarm bottle while the others continued to gamble away what precious few team savings they had left. She seemed unaware of their presence outside, too fixated on whatever she had right in front of her. Her face was more hardened than ever, but the tremble of her mechanical fingers betrayed her expression. “There are people out there, cosmic forces, who might be able to restore her existence in my physical being. Maybe...maybe that is my ultimate purpose.”

Peter wiped away the silent tears that had rolled down his face, looking up at her in shock. “Wh - what? No, I...you said it yourself, you’re not a replacement, you’re your own person - ”

“Am I, though?” Every syllable of every word she spoke seemed to strike Peter right in the chest. “I was never meant to exist here, Quill. My time displacement has cursed me these last few months, left me wanting for something I could never find. If her soul still exists out there, somewhere, anywhere...there’s hope. Possibility. It wouldn’t be a disservice to me if we tried...but it would be a disservice to her if we didn’t.”

“I mean…” He gestured fruitlessly, barely able to pick himself up off the ground. “...I don’t even know where to start.”

“I do.” She looked down at him, her smile soft and sad and just a little bit more than determined. “Have you ever heard of the Sovereign?”

a/n: The morning-after interlude scene is how I've envisioned Peter and Gamora making things official ever since the first time I watched Vol. 2, but I don't think I've ever actually written it before somehow! Honestly, this chapter could have been incredibly long, had I gone into more of my Peter/Gamora headcanons that I've sprinkled throughout all my other MCU-canon fics and beyond, but there will be space for some of it in the last part, believe me ;)

The next update will be posted next Friday! Thanks so much for reading, likes and reblogs would be much appreciated, and see you next time :)

[probably-not-star-lord]

Guardians of the Galaxy Volume Two: Part 9 (Peter Quill x Reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

A/N: Wow guys...this is literally THE final part of my GOTG series!!! I’m honestly really sad to see it go. Thank you all so much for all your wonderful feedback and making this fic what it is!! As always, I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, fluff

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Your eyes flutter open slowly and you wince at the feeling of the cold, metal ground beneath your back. The pain from the stinging, electric shock fades when you feel a warm hand comb through your hair. As your eyes adjust to the light, you are able to make out the only face you want to see.

"Peter?" His hand freezes in your soft hair as he turns his gaze down to you.

"Hey, Y/N," he whispers. You sit up immediately and don't allow him to even take another breath before your lips are on his. His hands find your back as he pulls you in closer to him. It hasn't even been that long since you last kissed Peter, but your longing for him made it feel like a lifetime.

You break away from the kiss and take a deep breath. "You're alive," you say, smiling and wandering your eyes over every magnificent detail on his face.

Peter laughs. "Of course I'm alive! I couldn't not come back to see you, darlin’." He grabs the back of your head and pulls you in for another, quick kiss. "In all seriousness, Y/N, I really did need to come back and be with you. I thought of the life we could have here together, on the ship I promised you months ago, surrounded by our new family. I love you so much Y/N and I can't stand the thought of being away from you."

"I love you too, Peter," you respond. "Which is why you're not allowed to scare me like that anymore, okay?"

Peter nods. "I actually wouldn't have made it if it weren't for Yondu."

"Where is he?" you ask, taking a gander around the room. Peter's eyes bore into yours as they gloss over with tears. You can read the solemn expression on his face and you understand. You wrap your arms around him and soothingly rub his back. He doesn't hesitate to hug you tighter, never wanting to let you go. "No..." you mumble. "No, I...I can't believe this. I'm so sorry, Peter."

"Thank you, Y/N," he sniffles into your shoulder.

"You're gonna be okay. I promise you, everything will be okay."

"I just...I don't know what to do. Yondu always had my back and protected me, even when I betrayed him or did the wrong thing. He taught me everything I know and didn't care how many mistakes I made because he'd come back for me anyway. Who is going to look after me now?"

"I'm here," you tell him reassuringly. "I'm always going to be here and so are the rest of the Guardians. We have your back and we always will." He continues quietly sobbing and you want to take away every ounce of pain he is feeling right now. You think back to all of the times he had your back when he didn't even have to protect you. There was the first time he needed to help you get off the planet you met him on. There was also the time he couldn't help but risk his life for you out in space after the Orb was stolen. There were countless others after, as well. You owe him for the hurt he's felt and the risks he's taken.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah, Peter?"

"What should I do?" he asks. "What should I do about Yondu?"

"I think you should do what you believe he would have wanted. But, whatever you choose to do will make him proud, just like you've always made him proud," you answer, using your thumb to wipe the tears from his eyes.

He leans into your hand and grins weakly. "I think I have an idea."

Yondu's body lays on top of a table, dressed and prepared for a proper funeral. Beside him are candles that everyone helped light, as well as a beautiful assortment of flowers and the little items he kept on his dash at the flight deck. You, Peter, Drax, Gamora, Mantis, Rocket, Kraglin, and Groot gather around the table, looking down at the man you are all so grateful for today.

Peter's hand brushes slightly against yours and you take it in your own, sensing his nervousness and sadness. He squeezes your hand in gratitude for calming him down and you send a squeeze back. "I told Y/N about how when I was a kid I used to pretend David Hasselhoff was my dad." Drax and Rocket share a look of confusion. "He's a singer and actor from Earth, really famous guy," he explains, his voice low and glum. You can hear how choked up he is with the faintest glimpse of tears in his eyes. Your heart breaks for him. "Earlier, it struck me, Yondu didn't have a talking car, but he did have a flying arrow. He didn't have the beautiful voice of an angel but he did have the whistle of one. Both Yondu and David Hasselhoff went on kick-ass adventures and hooked up with hot women and fought robots. I guess David Hasselhoff did kind of end up being my dad after all. Only it was you, Yondu. I had a pretty cool dad," he says, the tears now falling down his cheeks. "What I'm trying to say here is... sometimes that thing you're searching for your whole life...it's right there by your side all along. You don't even know it."

"I am Groot."

"He did call you twig," Rocket mentions, the hurt in his voice present as he mourns for Yondu.

Gamora places a comforting hand on Peter's shoulder before walking away from the table toward the corner that Nebula was previously lurking in. You give Peter's hand one last squeeze and follow her. 

"Nebula!" she exclaims, causing Nebula to stop in her tracks. "I was a child like you. I was concerned with staying alive until the next day, every day, and I never considered what Thanos was doing to you. I'm trying to make it right."

"Me too," you speak up. "I was just a kid worried about my own wellbeing when I ran away. I should have taken the two of you with me or came back once I had found a safer place for us to go. I didn't think about the consequences of what would’ve happened if I left. And for that, I'm sorry."

"There are little girls like you across the universe who are in danger. You can stay with us and help them," Gamora conveys.

"I will help them by killing Thanos," Nebula states.

"And so you shall," you tell her confidently. Knowing she will set out to find Thanos and being worried about Nebula's safety, you go and hug her. You hesitate for a second, unsure what her response will be, but you decide to do it anyway. She surprisingly returns the gesture and embraces you tightly.

Once the two of you back away, Gamora also hugs her. Nebula doesn't give in right away, but when she finally wraps her arms around Gamora, they linger for a few moments. "You will always be my sister," Gamora whispers in her ear.

After you part ways with Nebula, you make your way back over to Peter and the others. They had just finished sending Yondu away to disintegrate, waiting to release his ashes into space. You sling your arms around Peter's waist from behind him, standing there silently.

"Pete!" Kraglin voices, pulling a device from his pocket that is attached to headphones. "Captain found this for you in a junker shop. He said you'd come back to the fold someday."

Peter takes it in his hands, studying the mysterious object. "What is it?"

"It's called a Zune. It's what everybody's listening to on Earth nowadays. It's got three hundred songs on it."

Your and Peter's eyes widen and he turns around to face you. Your expressions match one another's in shock. "Three hundred songs?" Peter asks excitedly. Kraglin nods, starting to walk away. "Wait." He stops him, pulling Yondu's fixed arrow from his boot and passing it over. "Rocket grabbed the pieces and reassembled them. I think Yondu would want you to have it."

Kraglin stares at the arrow in disbelief, lip quivering as he keeps himself from crying. "Thanks...Captain."

Peter intertwines your fingers in his and drags you to his quarters. The two of you plop down on the bed. He spreads himself across the mattress, laying down and taking you with him. You rest your head on his chest, placing a hand on his lower torso to snuggle into him. He loves the warm feeling of you beside him and he never wants to be without you again.

Peter places a headphone in his ear and one in yours. You adjust it accordingly and stare at the Zune in his hands. He scrolls through the songs, reading the name's of each one until he comes to a song titled "Father and Son" by Cat Stevens. He presses play, and the slow strum of a guitar fills your ears. Groot manages to crawl up between the two of you, wanting to be there for comfort.

None of you speak, but the silence says a million unspoken words as the melody plays in the background.

It's not time to make a change,

Just relax, take it easy.

You're still young, that's your fault,

There's so much you have to know.

"Y/N, I'm so glad I met you," Peter says, rubbing circles on your back. "I don't know where I'd be right now if I never saw you that day singing your heart out to my favorite song. I'm so happy you're here with me."

Find a girl, settle down,

If you want you can marry.

Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.

You smile. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Peter. You've saved me so many times when shit went down."

I was once like you are now,

And I know that it's not easy,

To be calm when you've found something going on.

"You're right, you'd probably be dead without me saving your ass." The two of you laugh. "But I think you're the one that saved me." You peck him on the cheek at his kind words. Maybe, in a way, you and Peter saved each other. You were both so lucky to find your soulmate coincidentally on Morag that day when you've always had the whole galaxy right in front of you.

But take your time, think a lot,

Why, think of everything you've got,

For you will still be here tomorrow,

But your dreams may not.

Groot taps you on the arm, causing you and Peter's attention to turn to where he is pointing. Several ships storm the starry sky outside. You furrow your brow. "Who is that?"

"Let's go find out." Peter takes you and Groot back into the main area, where you find everyone else staring out the window at the ships.

"What is it?" Drax questions.

"I sent word to Yondu's old Ravager buddies, and told them what he did," Rocket replies.

Peter gasps. "It's a Ravager funeral."

How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again,

It's always been the same, same old story.

From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen,

Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away,

I know I have to go.

You all watch as the hundreds of Ravager ships send out fireworks that illuminate the dark space. Every color in the rainbow and beyond shines brightly, creating a gorgeous show for Yondu's final send off. This is what he would have wanted, and it is certainly what he deserves.

"He didn't chase them away," Rocket mutters, standing next to you and Peter.

"No."

"Even though he yelled at them...and was always mean...and he stole batteries he didn't need."

The two of you glance down at the raccoon, understanding his worry for what all of you might think of him. "Well, of course not," Peter reassures him.

It's not time to make a change,

Just sit down, take it slowly.

You're still young, that's your fault,

There's so much you have to go through.

You pass baby Groot along to Gamora who gives him to Drax. He lets out a weak yawn and falls into a peaceful sleep on Drax's shoulder. You turn next to you and stare at Peter. Right here is the man you love more than anything else in this whole damn galaxy. He's the one you didn't know you needed your entire life until you finally found him and never wanted anything else as badly. He's the one who knows your flaws and quirks and still loves you for them. He's the one you spend late nights with, bonding over every little thing you have in common. He's the one who gets your idiotic jokes and makes similar ones right back at you. He's the one you plan to spend the rest of your life with. He's the one.

Find a girl, settle down,

If you want you can marry.

Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.

All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,

It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.

If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you know not me,

Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away,

I know I have to go.

Peter catches you staring at him with a big, stupid smile on your face like you're so crazy in love. He returns your gaze with his classic smirk. "What?"

"I love you so much, Peter Quill." He chuckles in response, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to kiss the top of your head.

"I love you more, darlin'."

As Peter leaves his arm resting on your shoulder you snake your own arms around his waist to pull him tighter to you, never wanting to let go. There is nowhere else you'd rather be than in his arms.

You've never been happier.

You hope nothing comes along to change all of that.

-

Infinity War: Coming soon...

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Flying Lessons (2)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Summary: You and Cal make Greez fulfill a promise that he has made—teaching the pair of you to pilot a real ship.

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The group was split into two. Cal was with Greez, while you were with Maz. Although separated, the enthusiasm between the two of you was so strong that not even the metal walls of the ships could bar it.

“Is there much of a difference between piloting a shuttle and a freighter?” you inquired.

“There’s not much big difference between the two; add the Mantis to the list, it may be a luxury yacht but it’s pretty much the same as any other transport.”

Maz gestures the pilot seat to you while she hops on the co-pilot seat. Turning on the power grid was easy enough, but when the engine made the ship—and yourself—rumble. When the ship had calmed down, you slowly bring your hands to the steering wheel; Maz assisted you in preparing the ship for takeoff.

Meanwhile, Cal was acting purely on his scrapper’s stock knowledge and his observations from Greez’s piloting. He’s already revved up the ship for takeoff.

So far, so good this kid. Greez thought as he watches Cal man the wheel.

The two shuttles gradually hoisted themselves from the ground, blowing away the shrubs and sending leaves flying. It took a good minute before the two of you have gotten higher than the treelines, you steered to the left, away from Cal and he took the direction opposite you.

“Learning how to steer is for babies—do you want me to teach you how to maneuver this thing?” Maz invitingly asked.

“Yes please!” you chirped.

Maz verbally taught you the maneuvers—starting from the basics, which shortly evolved to more risqué moves that she personally does on a regular basis: sharp turns, vertical flips, and even spinning! Luckily for her, you were a fast learner, catching on really quick with operating the buttons and levers while piloting the thing at the same time.

“You’re a natural!” she encouraged. “Are you sure you’ve never flown by yourself?”

“No!” you laughed. “The Jedi Purge happened before I could even sit in a Jedi Starfighter!”

The adrenaline coursed wildly in your veins as you flew the ship fifteen feet above the tree canopies. You followed Maz’s instructions to a tee.

“Does this thing have cannons?”

“Those buttons just above your thumb,” Maz pointed.

You found the buttons and let your thumbs hover over them, you looked for a good target to practice it on. You sank your thumbs onto the buttons, releasing a triad of blue projectiles the moment the button clicked. The laser cannon shaved off the top of a tree that you targeted using the aiming screen on the dashboard.

The excitement increased tenfold when you saw the part of the tree fall off and disappear into the emerald green bed of tree canopies.

The cannon sped past Cal and Greez’s periphery until they caught sight of the treetop that you just fired it on.

“Oh my God, I just did that!” you exclaimed.

“Good shot!” Maz commended, bursting in laughter at the same time.

After that display, Maz gave another round of techniques and taught you how to maneuver a ship into different altitudes smoothly while doing so in small windows of time; she argued that it works best as an evasive technique to easily shake off enemies in hot pursuit.

She could see that you were enjoying the flying lessons, smiling ear-to-ear as you steer the ship in all directions, bellowing in laughter whenever you feel the gravity leave a feeling in your stomach as you fly lower from a high height.

“Well, I guess she found the cannons.” Cal nonchalantly blurted.

In a split second, Cal immediately spotted the trigger of the cannon sitting atop of the handlebars of the steering wheel. The placement was inviting, his thumbs crawled a little upward with only his fingertips resting at the sides of the buttons.

Cal saw you flying low, the tips of the shuttle’s wings leaving trails of white foam as you flew above the lake and then he watched your shuttle pull up to his altitude.

“Okay, think you can fly any higher?”

Little did Greez know he was about to regret asking that question to Cal.

“Let’s see about that!”

Cal indeed pulled up, gravity forced him and his Lateron co-pilot to sink back into the upholstery of their seats as the shuttle rose. From his windshield, the thrusters of your shuttle looked like red stars given the distance that you’ve flown away from him.

“I am never asking a question like that to you ever again!” Greez gasped as soon as Cal straightened the ship. “But I gotta give it to you—that was a good pull-up.”

You eventually managed to connect your transmitter with Cal’s shuttle. Your signal’s static crackled for a few minutes before you audio became coherent.

“Hello there!” your voice popped through the comms.

Cal made quick work on rebooting and configuring the communication transmitter on his dashboard. His fingers dexterously flicked a series of switches and crunched some buttons to get his comms working.

“Fancy talking to you here,” he responded. “Good shot back there!”

He can hear the faintness of your chuckle through the speakers.

“Thanks. Looks like you’re not a bad pilot yourself,” he smirked.

“You too, how’s Greez holding up with your flying style?”

“Oh,” he and Greez exchanged contrasting glances. “He’s holding up pretty well!”

Your laugh came through the speaker, you could imagine Greez clinging onto dear life with his two sets of arms.

Cal saw your shuttle speeding past him, he could make out the trick you were trying to do—it was an old starfighter flying trick in which the pilot maneuvers into a wide curve, speeds for a few miles to gain momentum and then immediately pull up.

“What are you up to now, [y/n]?” he muttered under his breath, watching your formation.

Cal wasn’t sure whether you were doing this on your own free will, if Maz enabled you to do this, or she was helping you.

“Whoa, hey, hey! What are you doing, kid!? She’s not steering away any time soon! Why are you still going forward?! PULL UP OR STEER CLEAR!!!”

Out of complete instinct, he pulled up almost at the same time as you did. Both of you were speeding through the sky—in your respective cockpits, you two were grinning and somehow, laughing it off became your initial reaction to the adrenaline and excitement taking over your bodies.

The shuttles were beginning to gain altitude, and when the time was right—the shuttles performed a vertical flip, curving away from each other until they were back in position.

“How did you know that I was gonna do that!?” you howled through the comm.

“You’re not the only one spending their time in the flying simulations back at the Jedi Temple!”

You grinned at his response, fully impressed. The flying lessons were slowly becoming a friendly competition of sorts whether to see who was the better rookie pilot, who knew the tricks, or who flies faster.

“Can you guys have your little race when I’m not sitting with you in here?!” Greez exclaimed, his intention was to plead to Cal but he was wrought with panic that he can’t help but shout everything he says.

Cal apologized for his daredevil-esque way of flying that somehow terrified Greez. The Lateron leaned forward and contacted you via the comms.

“I think you two had enough flying lessons today! I don’t even think you two needed us to teach you!”

“So, who wins in this score between you and Maz? I thought we were finding out who was the better pilot and instructor,”

Greez stammered again, you caught him there, and Maz was generous enough to let the score slide—for now.

“Come on, let’s land these two bucket of bolts back at the clearing,” Maz spoke through your shuttle’s comms.

You and Cal safely landed the shuttles in the forest clearing exactly where you found them. The shuttles gave a single quake when the landing gears have touched the soil. Cal leaned against the pilot’s seat and raked his scarlet hair back.

“Well, that went well.” He confidently blurted, to which Greez shot a quizzical look as a response.

“Geez, you two kids are crazy!” Greez exclaimed and eagerly hopped off his seat. “I need a drink. On second thought, I think I need to lie down.”

He waddled out of the ship while Cal remained. From the windshield, he watched you and Maz exit the shuttle. You bent down to Maz’s level, she gave you a pat on the shoulder before marching off back to the castle with Greez. You spotted Cal watching you from his ship’s windshield and started walking towards it.

Cal promptly stood up to meet you halfway outside the ship. The two of you ran to each other, the excitement still fresh in your minds.

“That was some awesome flying!”

“How did you do that?”

“You blasted a tree clean off its trunk!”

“You knew my move and copied it right off the bat!”

Your chatter overlapped with one another that not even BD-1 could catch up and understand a word either of you are saying. When you tried to compose yourselves, both of you were just flicking thumbs awkwardly at one another, gesturing who can finally talk first.

Cal cleared his throat, finally taking the initiative.

“Awesome flying,” he said as calmly as he could while hiding the color flushing in his cheeks.

“Thanks. You were awesome too,”

The two of you started hiking back to the castle, taking the back door route, and rejoining the others back at the bar.

You were greeted by Cere’s warm smile.

“Well, how was it?”

“Pretty great!”

You and Cal did the honor of narrating everything that went down during the flying lesson, Cere eventually admitted that she and Merrin went out and watched your little flying show. The two ladies were impressed with your flying skills, given that you and Cal are still rookies at this point. The conversation became more animated over drinks that Maz has on the house, laughter and jokes were told in the playful banter among friends.