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whump-tr0pes · 3 years ago

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Honor Bound 6 - 9

This is a series. Start here. Continued from here.

This is a sequel to Honor Bound, Honor Bound 2, Honor Bound 3, Honor Bound 4, Honor Bound 5, and the prequel Vera.

AO3

Content warning: post-rescue, referenced starvation, scars, referenced attempted murder, noncon body mod, referenced nonsexual noncon nudity, PTSD, referenced noncon (that didn’t happen), self-blame, flashbacks, hallucinations, unsure of reality

For those of you who pointed out I forgot about Zelda in the last chapter with Vera... thank you!!

There was a sense of warmth to the light in the bathroom. Gavin could almost feel it on his skin like the brush of a breath, like the sun on his face. It was nothing like the cold light in the basement. Nothing. Even as his head felt both too heavy and too light at the same time, even as his stomach adjusted to the feeling of being full, he felt the light pressing into his eyes and felt real.

He felt safe.

He could still taste what he’d eaten for dinner, savory and sweet and sour, peanut sauce and chicken and noodles swirling together in what may have been the best thing he’d ever tasted. He’d only been able to finish half before he’d sat back, feeling almost too full to move. But Gray said that might happen. Gray said it might take some time for his stomach to get used to eating enough.

He met his own eyes in the mirror. There were dark circles marking the skin beneath them, and the shadow of a bruise on his left cheek where Schiester had struck him as he dragged him to the gallows. His lip was split at the corner of his mouth. He pressed his tongue to the spot and winced at the burst of pain and the coppery taste. The scars on his face were carved deep, now, puckering the skin around them on the bridge of his nose, across his left cheek, and from the corner of his left eye to the hairline at his temple. The lines were reddish, almost purple, like they had been when they were fresh. It had taken three surgeries with the best surgeons in his parents’ region to make the skin lay flat, before. His face would look like this forever now. He was marked like this forever.

His gaze dropped to his neck, to the ring of worn, weeping skin where the collar had rested. There were spots where the skin had been rubbed raw from the constant pressure, from Schiester dragging him into place and holding him down while he hurt him. Gavin bit down hard on his lip as he tried to look away from the marks there. As he did, his fingers brushed the scars on his right forearm.

Stormbeck.

He shivered.

“You ready?” Vera croaked behind him. He jumped.

“Y-yeah,” he murmured, turning to look at her. She was staring off to the side, her eyes unfocused – as if she couldn’t make herself look right at him. His throat tightened, and he raised one hand to run through his hair. It still smelled like the family’s shampoo. He let the scent wash over him, calming the rapid thrum of his heart. “Yeah, Vera.”

“Good,” she rasped. She stepped forward and plugged the sink, then grabbed the electric trimmer from the counter. “Um. Are you good to, um…” She blinked, and her throat bobbed. “You good if…”

“I can bend over the sink,” Gavin said softly. “That’s… th-that’s fine.”

Vera raised her eyes to his for the first time since…

She’s not a monster. She’s not going to hurt me.

“O-okay,” she whispered, nodding jerkily. “Good.”

“Vera,” Gavin murmured, and reached out to take her wrist. Her gaze flicked down to the scars on his forearm. She shivered and looked away. “I’m not… Whatever it is you’re thinking right now, I… I didn’t have to… He never…” Gavin blew out a shaking breath.

Schiester never bent me over anything. Even though I—

Gavin winced at the thought that followed: even though I deserved it.

But he did. Every moment of what happened was recompense, come too late to save any of the twenty-three lives he’d ended before he ever met Isaac.

Vera chewed the inside of her cheek and nodded again. “M’kay,” she murmured, her gaze faraway. “Good.”

She reached for a spacer and slid it onto the blade. Her hands were shaking. Gavin closed his eyes and leaned over the sink, bracing his elbows on the counter. He shivered at the cold ceramic against his forearms. Bent over like this, the collar of his shirt brushed against his face, and he caught Isaac’s scent with his next breath. The trimmer switched on.

“You still sure you’re okay with this?” Vera said, her voice oddly distant. “I mean…”

“Yeah,” Gavin murmured against the counter. “I don’t… I don’t want to look like… him.”

There was a long silence. The only sound in the bathroom was the sound of the trimmer, and the sound of Gavin’s breaths against the counter. Then, a cool hand settled on the back of his neck, and the spacer touched down a moment later.

Gavin jerked. There was an electric razor against the back of his head, his hands were tied behind him, he was naked and on his knees on the linoleum washroom in Schiester’s basement. One of Schiester’s men was holding the razor to his head – “he used to cut hair, in his previous life,” Schiester would say, “back before your family destroyed everything good about the world” – and every now and then Alvarado would look at the picture Schiester was holding up for reference, a picture that Schiester would force Gavin to look at while whispering in his ear, “that’s your father, that’s the man who destroyed my life, that’s the man you are, and you’re going to die when I’m finished with you, you’re going to die, you’re going to die, Stormbeck—”

“Gavin?”

Vera’s voice.

Gavin sobbed weakly, trembling, his knees pressing against the tiles of the bathroom. His wrists burned like they were tied. He shuddered and wrapped his arms around himself, blinking tears out of his eyes. Vera’s gentle hands settled on either side of his face and eased his head up so she could look at him.

“Gavin,” she said again. “Gavin Uriah. You’re okay.”

Gavin’s heart pounded against his ribs and his lungs burned with every inhale. He reached out and grabbed at her wrists. She released him but his grip tightened, and she hesitantly cupped his face again. Gavin’s gaze darted around the small bathroom as he gasped.

“V-Vera…”

“Do you need me to get Isaac?” she said evenly.

Yes.

No.

Gavin wet his lips and forced himself to take a breath. “N-no,” he wheezed. “I don’t…” He swallowed hard. His neck felt so strange without the collar. “I d-don’t want him… seeing this. Please, Vera, don’t… I c-can’t hurt him, he… he hurts when, um, wh-when I hurt.”

Vera sat back on her heels and brushed Gavin’s tears away with her thumbs. “Yeah,” she croaked. “He does.”

“I…” Gavin dragged in another slow breath. The room wobbled around him and his eyes darted around the bathroom. No hose in the corner. No cold white light above him. No rope on his wrists, no knife at his throat, no men holding him down, no collar on his neck, no icy blue gaze on him.

Safe, like Isaac said. Safe.

Gavin cleared his throat. “Um…” He gripped the counter and dragged himself to his feet. His legs were shaking so hard he could barely stand. Vera staggered to her feet beside him. “M-makes me think of, um… of… him… cutting my hair, and…”

“Shit,” Vera breathed. “I mean, I can… I can try and do it with scissors, I’m shit at it, I mean… you��ve seen Sam’s hair when we’re on the run…” She huffed out a laugh. It sounded forced.

Gavin shook his head. “N-no,” he murmured. “I… I mean, that’s going to… feel similar, too. And I can’t…” He shook his head. “I can’t just… n-not have a haircut ever again, I…” He raised his gaze and met Vera’s eyes. “Please,” he whispered. She blurred with his tears. “Please. I don’t want to l-look like him.”

Vera’s mouth twisted. “Yeah,” she said heavily. “I don’t particularly want you to look like him, either.”

It felt so unreal, the half-hearted laugh that bubbled in Gavin’s chest. Everything felt real, and unreal, a dream and a memory and a thing that was actually happening, all at once. Shaking, he pushed out a breath and bent over the sink once again.

“Just talk to me,” he murmured. “Just… just t-talk to me. I want to hear you.”

“Yeah,” Vera said gently. “Can do, Uriah.”

Heat bloomed in Gavin’s chest at the name. The trimmer switched on again. He drew in a deep breath through his nose.

“I’m gonna talk about my puppy, because I’m fucking obsessed with her,” Vera said. Gavin could hear the smile in her voice. This time, when the spacer touched the back of his head, he latched onto her voice, let it pull him out of the memories that threatened to suck him in. He kept his eyes open, staring into the sink. The white porcelain reflected the warm light above him. His fingers gripped the counter like he would go tumbling off a cliff if he let go.

“So her name is Zelda,” Vera said, her voice sounding a little stronger. She drew the trimmer up the back of Gavin’s head. He shivered with the sound, the sensation. He clenched his jaw and forced himself to hold still.

“Y-yeah?” he croaked. His fingers ached from clutching the counter.

“Yeah,” she said. “She’s a German shepherd. I got her from someone east of the farmhouse in this place called Eden. This lady breeds shepherds as like… her job.” Another pass of the trimmer across the back of his head. “She breeds them specifically to avoid their hip problems, and for temperament. I told her I wanted a chill dog, but I’ll probably still train her to guard the place.”

“That sounds nice,” Gavin said. His throat still felt raw from screaming, even after—

He wasn’t entirely sure how long it had been since he’d been dragged from the basement.

If I’m not still there—

NO.

“Yeah,” Vera said with a chuckle. “She’s at home right now. I figured dinner might be a little much for you, and I didn’t want to add to that with a crazy puppy.”

“Dinner was good,” Gavin said weakly. “It was… it was good to see everyone.”

“Everyone was glad to see you, too,” Vera murmured. “I mean…”

“Edrissa doesn’t have to be happy to see me,” Gavin said. The trimmer paused in its path across the top of his head. Locks of his dark brown hair lay in the sink. “She doesn’t.”

Vera drew in a deep breath and let it out. The trimmer moved slowly across his hairline. He lifted his head to give Vera easier access. As he did, he felt the cold press of her teeth against his neck, the white-hot agony as she tore through his throat, the pulse of blood on his skin as he fed on his flesh. He shuddered and whined softly.

“I’m… I’m sorry she couldn’t make it tonight,” Vera said. “She—”

“It’s… not that,” Gavin gasped. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. “Ahh…” Sharp teeth flashed at him in the dark and his eyes flew open.

“Hey,” Vera said, placing a hand on his shoulder and gently pushing him up. “We can—”

“I just want to finish this,” Gavin rasped. He stayed bent over the sink. His breath riffled the short, single bits of hair on the porcelain. “Please, Vera.”

Please.

Everything he was feeling, felt like memories. They didn’t feel like hallucinations. There were no cold blue eyes watching him.

This was real. It had to be real, or else…

There was a long pause. Then, the gentle touch of the trimmer against his temple again. “Alright,” Vera murmured. “I’m almost done anyway.” She drew the trimmer across his forehead, down the other temple, around his ear. Back and forth across his head, sending showers of tiny bits of hair into the sink. Gavin scratched at an itch behind his ear. Vera did one more pass with the trimmer and then shut it off. Gavin looked into the sink, breathing slowly.

“Gavin?” Vera murmured. “You… you still with me?”

“Yeah,” Gavin murmured. “I’m… I’m here.” He half-stood, until Vera placed a hand on his shoulder again.

“Hang on,” she murmured. She gathered the clumps of Gavin’s hair from the sink and pitched them in the trash can. “Just a second. You don’t want bits of hair all over you, believe me.”

“I know,” Gavin mumbled. He remembered all too well the incessant itching after the first haircut, how Schiester had laughed – and how Schiester had decided that from now on he’d have Gavin’s hair cut in the room where he was washed, naked and freezing and ready for the hose when he was done. Gavin shivered as Vera turned on the tap and guided him closer to the sink until his head was level with the stream of water.

“Just real quick,” Vera murmured. “Just to get all the hair off.” She poured a handful of water over the back of Gavin’s head and gently scrubbed. “Yeah, there was still quite a bit left.”

Gavin forced himself to stop gripping the counter. He reached up, too, and scrubbed his head under the tap. He flinched when a stream of water rolled from his forehead and down his nose.

“I think that’s probably good,” Vera said, and shut the tap off. She gently eased him up. “Here…” As he stood upright, she wrapped his head in a towel and scrubbed at his short, wet hair. She pulled the towel away and dropped it to the floor.

Gavin felt a wrenching sensation in his chest as he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked so… young. He looked years younger than when he’d been taken, even with the bags under his eyes, with the sallow tone of his skin. He reached up and ran his fingers through the short, soft hair. His gaze wandered over himself and he took a deep breath.

“I… d-don’t look like him anymore,” he murmured. His eyes smarted.

“Nope,” Vera said, popping, the p. She shivered and rubbed his shoulder. “No. You don’t.” Her lips quirked a bitter smile. “Now I can look at you. Thank god for that.”

Gavin nodded absentmindedly as he ran his hand through his hair, short enough to almost be fuzz. The scar on his forearm caught his eye and he dropped his arm. He shifted his eyes down and swallowed hard.

“Ready to go join the others?” Vera said gently. “I know they’ll want to see the new haircut, too.” This time, when she smiled, it was easier, brighter. Her shoulders weren’t so tense and pulled up to her ears. Her hands weren’t shaking as much.

Gavin chewed his lip and sank down, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. “Not, um…” He cleared his throat. His skin ached for Isaac’s touch, and the thought of seeing Gray and Sam made his eyes brim with tears, but… he just needed a moment.

He needed to look at himself and see someone who wasn’t his father. He raised his gaze to the mirror again. He could only see his face; the rest of his body was cut off by the bottom of the mirror. His throat tightened.

“Okay,” Vera murmured. “Well… okay.” She turned towards the doorway, then paused, turning back. “You… you want the door open, or closed?”

“Open is fine,” Gavin murmured, his hand drifting up to feel the divots of the scars on his face. The scars Schiester had torn open again – after Isaac put them there, more than a year ago now.

Vera nodded once. “Okay. Come join us when you’re ready. We’re all…” Her eyes swam with tears. She pressed her hand to her chest as she swallowed hard once, twice. “We’re all really happy to see you.” Her voice was ragged.

Gavin wrapped his arms around his chest and nodded. “Th-thanks, Vera.”

Vera chewed her lip, then turned to go. She went around the corner to the living room at the front of the house, where Gavin could hear quiet conversation, the occasional burst of tight, tense laughter.

Gavin slumped forward and pressed his face into his hands. His eyes burned with tears that would not fall. He scratched at the needle marks on the inside of his elbow, his other hand pressing into his eyes, smearing his tears across his face. It felt real.

It all felt real.

Gavin drew in a deep breath and raised his head. Standing in the doorway to the bathroom was a figure – something that looked just like Edrissa.

Slowly, he sat up straight, understanding crashing bright and powerful through his blood. Her clear, ice-blue eyes bored into him, her mouth twisted in hate. Her pale blond hair was pulled back away from her ghostly-white face. His gaze flicked to the knife held tight in her hand.

He couldn’t catch the sob before it made its way out of his chest. The tears finally fell, streaming down his cheeks like blood.

I knew it. I knew it.

Gavin reached up to pull at his hair, clenching his teeth so hard his jaw hurt. The short strands slipped through his fingers. Dread slid into his heart, dull and slippery. Right on its heels was despair. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, never taking his eyes off the specter in the doorway that peered at him with cold blue eyes.

“H-hey, Schiester,” he croaked. “You… you really had me going on this one.” This time, he couldn’t muffle his sob as the specter stepped fully into the bathroom and closed the door behind it.

Continued here

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forbidding-souda · 3 years ago

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Could you write Chiaki x chubby fem!reader who is kinda clingy & also likes video games? 🥺👉👈

Chiaki Nanami with chubby girlfriend who is clingy and likes video games

happy halloween i'm watching friday the 13th for the first time. update turned it off bc i got bored

-Mod Souda

❤ She felt so comfortable around you. Even when the two of you were strangers, there was no chance that she wouldn't pass up the opportunity to sit with you.

❤ She would share her games with you, watching you play, and she remembers being impressed by your skills. It put a blush to her cheeks. You liked gaming too?

❤ As the two of you continued hanging out, soon living together and dating, she had never made you feel different because of your weight.

❤ She also isn't one to shame anyone. She loves sitting around, eating bad food and being unhealthy. You're going to be way healthier than she is.

❤ The two of you also never seemed to receive any hate for the fact that you are dating. Her classmates love you, and they aren't surprised or weirded out by her having a girlfriend - if anything, they're surprised she's dating anyone at all.

❤ You never win a game against her. But that doesn't mean you won't try every time.

❤ Cup of noodles for dinner? More likely than you think.

❤ You should also bathe with her, just to make sure she is doing it. She loves baths more than anything - and she loves the feeling of you washing her hair.

❤ Her neck hurts like all the time. To be nice, you should try giving her small massages. If you complain about your neck hurting, she really doesn't hesitate to reciprocate the motion if you have been doing it to her.

❤ She will try to sneak her consoles like, everywhere. You'll be sleeping and suddenly you'll hear beep beep beep. On the train, when you're out for dinner, at festivals, she'll always be clicking away. You have no idea where she keeps that thing.

❤ She lays on you in bed. She really likes to cuddle. Her favorite position is when she nuzzles herself right under your arm (which is also the position that's easiest to play games in).

❤ During Christmas, she'll give you game-related gifts. She is not the best at gift giving and it's all she can think about ever so.

❤ The one pet name that she holds onto is sweetie. She calls you sweetie under her breath, when she is calling for you, or when you kiss that soft spot on her neck.

❤ She loves it when you kiss her neck. Her neck is sensitive. She'll make the calmest noises.

❤ All of her clothes are pretty big on her so I think you would be able to wear her sweaters and her jackets.

❤ During the rain, she'll want to curl up by the window, and she'll make the two of you some warm drinks and throw a blanket over you.

❤ She even has these rain boots that are so big on her and that go up to her calves, they look so wonky it is so cute.

❤ Your clinginess doesn't matter to her. Do you want to lay on her thighs? Have fun - she'll love it (but you'll hear that video game beeping in your ear). You can lean on her shoulder, or hug her from behind when she is standing up.

❤ She won't mind holding your hand in public either. Just don't try to hold her hand while she's gaming it's going to stress her out.

❤ You can kiss her forehead, her cheek, and her nose while she's gaming and I doubt she would even notice.

❤ Calling her is always a risk. Most likely, she's not even going to process the ringtone, but if you're lucky she will pick up.

❤ She always answers your texts though (sometimes extremely late but hey, she never leaves you on read).

#chiaki nanami x reader #chiaki nanami #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa

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danganronpa-agere-writing · 3 years ago

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Hi!! I just followed you and I love your writing!! Could you write Kiyotaka with a regressed reader who eats almost nothing but spicy food when little? Little me might have a problem/j 😭

Hi anon! I’m really happy you like what I’ve written! Of course I can do that... I’m really sorry if it’s short! I hope you like it :D Oh, don’t forget to eat something other than spicy foods, okay? Be sure to even it out!

-Mod Mikan

Caregiver Kiyotaka with a little who only eats spicy foods when regressed!

•Kiyotaka was a little concerned when he found out you only ate spicy foods when you were regressed

•He had prepared himself for you to like sugar, but... spicy foods?

•Well— He can’t necessarily complain, yet he has to make sure that you get enough nutrients no matter how much you like spicier foods!

•He’ll offer you an apple with the spicy food— it’ll cool your mouth down anyways!

•Or, he’ll give you cold milk

•He hopes it can refresh you after that!

•He knows that you can’t always eat only those kinds of foods, though, so he tries to get you to eat yogurt, applesauce, fruit, or something of the like

•It’ll be good for you!

•He doesn’t mind you eating spicier flavors, he just wants to make sure you’re eating something else too to even it out

•He’d also remind you to drink your reccomended amount of water!

•You can’t just have juice and/or milk— you have to drink some water too

•He just wants you to be safe, and healthy!

•So, really, Kiyotaka doesn’t exactly mind

•He finds it kind of amusing, and as long as you aren’t eating six cups of spicy noodles in a row, then he’s alright with it!

•Just make sure you get enough nutrients too, okay?

•How else are you going to have energy to play with him and your stuffies, or even toys?

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imagineclaireandjamie · 4 years ago

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Shielded. Chapter Four

Happy Sunday all, back to the usually scheduling this week. I hope you enjoy the next week of lockdown with Jamie and Claire <3 Mod MBD.

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It does not matter what you bear, but how you bear it. [Seneca]

CHAPTER FOUR: WEEK TWO - Home and Away.

As Monday rolled around again, the weekend having passed by in a blur, Claire sat at the breakfast table with a fresh cup of coffee in her hands. Having ventured down during the day on both Saturday and Sunday, she had hoped to bump into Jamie and pass on her thanks to his generosity but he had been out before sunrise each day and she had been asleep before he’d returned home.

Resolute, however, she chose to spend her day downstairs and hopefully get something on for dinner before he came back so she could at least start the week off right.

Fate, however, wasn’t on her side. By 10pm, with the lasagne tucked away, wrapped in foil, in the fridge, she covered her mouth with a yawn and pulled herself up the stairs to bed.

The crash and smashing of a glass bought her out of her sleep as the clock beside her bed clicked over to 3am. Pulling herself from beneath the sheets, she crept downstairs, eager not to scare him as she approached the kitchen.

“Couldn’t sleep?” She asked, knowing full well he had only just returned home.

He was stood by the sink, cold lasagna on the countertop and his mucky boots still on his feet. With the fork held to his mouth, he smiled as he took another bite of the pasta, chewed and then shook his head. “I havena ever been the best sleeper but it’s lambing season, aye? One of them got into bother and I couldna leave her until I knew she was safe.”

“And she made it?”

“Aye. I was luckier tonight than I was at the weekend.”

“Oh, dear...that doesn’t sound good.”

“It’s the job, I’m afraid. If I didna lose at least a handful a year I’d be shocked.”

It was the first real (and longest) conversation they’d had since she’d arrived and she was suddenly grateful for the company. He was calm, grounded and relaxed in the way a lot of city dwellers weren’t. She could tell in the slump of his shoulders that it didn’t matter how long and awkward his day was, how messy or how little sleep he had gotten the night before, he was still weightless almost, free of the constraint modern living brought to most.

“I wanted to say thank you,” she broke in, remembering the reason she’d half-blindly stumbled down in the middle of the night, “you’ve been so amazing - to get me materials for a garden, that’s...above and beyond the call of duty.”

“Ach,” shaking his head, he finished the last of his supper, balled the tin foil up and placed it in the bin, “dinna fash yersel’ about that. It’s no’ a problem.”

He was embarrassed, she could tell. Abashed, his accent had become incredibly thick and almost impossible to understand. But it was quiet enough here that there was no background noise to blot out his sentence and luckily she didn’t have to ask him to repeat himself.

“Well, nonetheless,” ignoring the slight reddening of his cheeks she continued, “I am very grateful to you. For everything.”

With nothing more to say between them, she waved, smiled and backed off, feeling strangely pleased with herself for breaking the silence between them. Hopefully, she thought as she climbed the stairs back to her room, there would be some evenings in the future when they could eat together and she could show her appreciation by making him something warm and fresh.

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By mid-week, she had yet to see Jamie again. His work was intense, and yet, despite that, he had still managed to begin construction of her tiny garden.

In her haste she had forgotten that she wasn’t allowed outside the house and, as she’d watched the greenhouse foundations being laid, she had become almost inconsolable about the fact that she probably wouldn’t get the chance to tend to any of the produce grown in it.

She knew, however, that safety was more important than new hobbies and she chose, instead, to make detailed lists of the daily needs of each of the seeds and plants Jamie had procured for her.

She started with the tomatoes and grapes, which needed to be contained within the glass walls in order to collect enough light and heat to survive. She noted water levels, soil PH and balance and daily rituals which would need to be abided by in order for the best crop to be formed. It filled most of her days and when the sun went down, she’d swap her notepad for the computer as she researched all the differences she might see in her fruit and veg determined all by the way they were treated as they grew.

Though she had never been an artist, she started to search for youtube videos on how botanical art could be created. Having no coloured pencil crayons or watercolours, she stuck to pencil sketches and began to leave more post-it’s, this time with future predictions on what the garden might produce for the household.

Once again Jamie enjoyed coming home. There had only been a few days lapse in her communications but when he didn’t see her for days, it was the one thing he could rely on to buoy his spirits.

They were different, in so many ways, but on a subconscious level, he pondered to himself at night as he held the drawing of some rare cabbage in his hands, Jamie felt as if they had very many similar quirks. He’d been pleased that his idea to leave her be for as long as she needed had been a success and was grateful she felt at home enough to reform her life around his. Her asking for the garden made him realise how easy it might be for someone else to fit into his own life without causing him much grief.

It was only a small thing, but to him it had made a huge difference. Having lived alone for so long, he had almost forgotten how malleable people could be. Though, he thought as he rifled around in the fridge for more pre-made meals, he had probably just gotten lucky with Claire.

The thought also occurred to him that she had been inadvertently raised more suited to this life than her old one, but he didn’t know enough about her to advance on the notion.

It wasn’t until late on Thursday when they came face to face together. After another heavy day and late night, Jamie finally toe-ed off his work boots at nearly midnight and made his way, quietly, through to the kitchen.

He had not expected to nearly bump straight into Claire has she dished up what looked like a very tasty stir fry.

“I thought you might be sick of reheating pasta dishes, so I thought I’d try and wait for you this time.”

“Ye didna have to, it’s very late.” He scratched the back of his neck bashfully, even she couldn;t find the truth in his words and she smiled as she placed a fresh bottle of soy sauce in the centre of the table. “But this does smell delicious.”

“It’s taken me a few attempts to hone it, but I’ve been practicing most evenings this week to try and get it perfect, flavour as well as how long I need to cook the veg for.”

“What’s the meat?” He asked, watching as his stomach rumbled audibly.”

“I used the duck, I hope you don’t mind. I used chicken earlier in the week but I couldn’t seem to get it as tender as I wanted it and a few forums online suggested that duck might be a better substitute if I wanted meat with a bit more moisture.”

“Perfect. Use any meat you want from the freeze, for anything. Honestly, I forget most of the time what I’ve got in there.”

Placing several bowls filled with various meats, vegetables and sides, she went back to the sink to wash the remaining stickiness of her hands before beckoning him to start without her. “I had hoped you weren’t saving anything for a special occasion.”

“Ach, I think the virus has put pay to anything like that for a while,” he began, filling his plate with noodles, duck and beansprouts, “my sister - she lives in Canada now - had planned a summer visit, but we’re no’ sure of anything at the moment.”

“Is she the one in the photo,” Claire enquired, taking a mouthful of her own concoction and swallowing back the relief when it tasted nice - a mixture of sweet and savory that wasn’t as overpowering or as dry as it had been earlier on in the day when she’d made the first of the final tests. “The one with brown hair?”

“Aye, she is. Her partner, Ian, got a job out there a few years ago and they emigrated. We talk as often as we can on Skype and FaceTime but it’s become sporadic recently wi’ my erratic work hours. She’s a nurse, ya see, and works odd shift patterns too. But we try and keep in touch at least once a month.”

“Do you miss her?”

“I didna really think about it, we were close....until we werena. Then they moved away and I fell into a new routine.”

He had begun to speak without thinking, filling up the silence with answers to her questions as they ate in between conversation. He had, though, had the forethought to stop before giving too much away. The thought hurt his heart and he had to inhale between a bite of his dinner to gather himself back up. He knew, given time, that he would be alright with sharing his past (as he hoped she would be with hers) but tonight wasn’t the night for revelations.

Sensing his reluctance to continue, she moved on, understanding that she herself wasn’t in a place to open up about her own family life.

“I can imagine Skype is about the only way most are communicating at the moment.” Sighing, she started to collect the empty dishes and load the dishwasher. “I’m quite grateful, actually, that I don’t have anyone to keep in touch with. It’s all...quite scary.”

It was the first time Jamie had consciously thought about the pandemic, being cut off from the outside world had its benefits and he felt relieved that he could separate himself from the constant barrage of news that he supposed others would be exposed to. He realised that both he and Claire were unique now, part of a smaller section of society where being remote was almost a blessing rather than a curse.

“If you ever need to talk, lass,” standing, he helped to clean up the remaining mess from dinner, his hand almost brushing against hers as he wiped the countertop down, breaking only to hover for a second before returning to his job, “ye know where I am. Please dinna think you have nobody...if yer concerned, aye?”

“Thank you Jamie.” Pulling her fleece cardigan across her chest she walked slowly to the kitchen door, pausing for a second in the doorway just to make sure she’d left nothing out to go cold and mouldy overnight. “The same to you. I’m a good listener, I promise, if you ever need to talk, or if you need any help.”

She’d been thinking about his life on the farm for a few days now, watching the rolling hills out of her window, seeing the sheep and cattle on the horizon and -very occasionally- seeing the silhouette of him roaming his land. There was little she could do from indoors, she knew, but there had been chores around the house that she could potentially complete. Putting herself to task, she had learned new basic kitchen skills but only this morning she’d noticed the beginnings of a hole on the seam of his trousers as they dried on the rail in the courtyard and she thought it might be something she could tend to...should he be alright with it.

Leaving with the quiet settling calmly between them, she noted the relaxing of the muscles in his face as he smiled and nodded as she turned and carried herself to bed.

Resting against the faux-marble worktop, Jamie closed his eyes as he waited for the soft slam of her bedroom door before he followed her up. She just might, he thought to himself as he undressed himself, taking a towel from his radiator and making his way to the shower, be better equipped for this life than I am.

#anonymous #ask #shielded #Jamie X Claire #;mod mbd

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namelessarcher · 4 years ago

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Saber Dia | Ramyeon Date

This is a special request written for a good friend of mine. :3 - mod Jenn

When you asked Diarmuid’s Saber counterpart if he wanted to go eat ramen with you, there was a moment of silence and innocent confusion. He had glanced around, making sure his Lancer counterpart wasn’t nearby. The small fits of giggles that escaped your lips made it hard for him to look at you.

“You… You would want to invite me, Master?”

“Of course, you had mentioned it didn’t you? That you wanted to try ramen one day, that wasn’t just the instant cup noodles we had stocked up in the cupboard,” you responded firmly and Diarmuid nodded. He was surprised that you would invite him, after all, he was still rather new to the team. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from wondering just how amazing real ramen was compared to its instant counterpart and eagerly agreed to the outing with you.

“All right, it’s a date then!”

***

A date. A date. Today is… a date. Diarmuid’s brain was starting to go haywire at the date. He’s been thinking about it since the day you’ve mentioned it, and while yes, he did confess that he was very fond of you and you had responded that you were fond of him too, he still wasn’t exactly sure what kind of relationship the two of you were in.

He shook his head, a very weak attempt for him to get these thoughts out of his mind and to potentially stop haunting him throughout the nights too. Yet even if he thought he was okay and well, he knew for a fact that his mind was going to run rampant with these thoughts as soon as he was no longer distracted by something else other than them.

“-muid? Diarmuid? Hey Dia, are you even there?”

Diarmuid’s head snapped upwards from where he was sitting and found you standing right next to him, staring down at him. There was a slight frown on your face, most likely from concern that Diarmuid appeared so out of it. He weakly lowered his shoulders and head and mumbled, “My apologies, Master.”

“It’s okay, are you feeling unwell?” you took a step back and glanced over him. He doesn’t look pale or anything. “You don’t look unwell.”

“I’m fine, I was just lost in thought,” he charmed your worries with a small, yet dazzling, smile and you could not help but mirror it.

“Alright, let’s go then!”

You offered your hand to him, and while his heart and his thoughts were still a whirlwind that he couldn’t control. At the very least, he was able to hold the hand of one so precious to him.

***

As you lead him through Chaldea’s halls, he hadn’t expected for you to take him to the cafeteria. He tilted his head slightly in confusion, and while you may not have seen it since you were leading the way, he doesn’t doubt your decisions. After all, he knows that you know what you’re doing - or at the very least, he had faith that you did.

“I know you might be wondering why we’re going to the cafeteria,” your voice caught him off guard and you continued, “Da Vinci and I couldn’t find a place to Rayshift to that had good authentic ramen, so I called up Emiya for assistance since he said he lived in Japan before and he’s a good cook.”

You turned to face him for a second and smiled, “I hope you like it!”

Diarmuid opened the cafeteria door and held it open for you. Almost immediately both of you are hit with the aroma of the savory ramen broth and you mumble, “Oh, it smells so good.”

“Is this what real ramen smells like?”

“It is! I can’t wait for you to try it! Come on!”

You practically dragged Diarmuid to your seats, and as soon as the two of you sat down, two bowls of piping hot ramen was served. Emiya had made a swift retreat, not even giving the two of you to properly thank him. The two of you awkwardly look at the slightly swinging cafeteria door and then to each other. You shrug and sheepishly smile, “Shall we then?”

Diarmuid nodded, but looked at the chopsticks with slight confusion and embarrassment. One would think that with the ability to gain information about modern times, cultures and traditions, he’d know how to use a pair of chopsticks. Yet unfortunately for him, he only knew of the concept and has never attempted to actually apply said concept until today.

Diarmuid nervously picked up the pair of chopsticks and experimentally maneuvered them around and was very relieved to see that his body did know how to use them. He glanced over to you, only to realize that you were staring at him the entire time.

Did Master realize I was struggling with chopsticks? I do hope that isn’t the case…

Diarmuid cleared his throat and you gently put your hands together for a quick prayer and thanks before eagerly stating, “Let’s dig in!”

The first bite was a burst of flavor in their mouths and both of you hummed in delight. Diarmuid’s eyes widened in surprise and he almost started to inhale the ramen if it weren’t for the fact he’d probably burn his tongue and mouth completely.

“This is… This is delicious! I can see why so many Servants spoke so highly of this and detested the instant ramen so much.”

“Right!? Right?! I’m so glad you’re enjoying it, Dia!”

Diarmuid felt his heart soar at the nickname, but is taken aback when you reach your hand out to his face. Your thumb barely grazes his cheek, but he feels the wetness and he immediately flinched back and grabbed a napkin.

“It was just a splatter of the broth,” you laughed as you thankfully accepted the napkin he got for you. He lowered his head in embarrassment and he mumbled, “Still, to think that I did not even notice it? How embarrassing.”

“It’s all right, I find it cute! Now come on, eat up, or Emiya might get mad at us for not properly enjoying the ramen.”

While you resumed eating, Diarmuid could only barely pick up his chopsticks after hearing you call him cute. While today’s date may not be what he expected, at the very least, he got you to smile for him.

#mod jenn #diarmuid ua duibhne saber #diarmuid ua duibhne #drabble

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smilepal · 3 years ago

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🌋, ⏰, 🥦 for the OC ask meme please ☺️

Ask meme for @amen-diares :3

🌋: What’s your OCs temper like? Are they a slow boil, or an instant explosion?

Depends on the situation. When it comes to himself, he's typically pretty tolerant. He'll usually just ignore someone, or leave if that's an option, depending on how badly they're irritating him--especially if it's not being done on purpose. If someone's trying to actively goad him into a fight though, they'll eventually end up getting one, even if he's not the one to throw the first punch. Needle him enough, and he will rise to the bait, sooner or later. Picking on his friends/partners though? Good luck. He's not afraid to get in someone's face, and yeah, a good fight could be just what he needs. Hiro's definitely had to be dragged out of more than one bar fight, and he's a royal pain in the ass to deal with--scrappy and with very little fear (and those combat mods certainly don't help).

⏰: What is your OC like at timekeeping? Are they punctual, or always running late?

You wouldn't expect him to be, but Hiro is surprisingly punctual. He's used to picky/uptight fixers, and even if he stretches his time getting ready till the last second, he usually mananges to be on time. A general disregard for speed limits, and safe driving typically helps. If it's not work related, he's a little more laid-back when it comes to keeping a schedule, especially if he's going to a club--he needs to be dragged out of the bathroom, because he'll spend ages trying to make sure he looks perfect, and usually changes his mind with what he's wearing at least twice. He tries to schedule stuff later in the day--and prefers to sleep in if at all possible. Trying to drag him out of bed in the mornings is an endeavour, and he's practically non-verbal until he's had at least a cup and a half of coffee.

🥦: Does your OC eat healthily or live off junk food?

Hiro would be quite content living off junk food--luckily he enjoys enough variety/eats out enough that he manages to make some semi-healthy choices. He usually doesn't have the time/energy to cook big or complex meals for himself--but if he's trying to impress someone/doing something nice for them, he's much more likely to. Of course, he'd rather just make something sweet, given the chance. He has a terrible sweet tooth, and is always on the lookout for good street food. Some of his favorites are noodle places, but he also wouldn't say no to any sort of pasty. Café's are another favorite of his--especially if he can rope someone else into going too. He loves to show close friends his favorite places.

Thanks for asking!! Always so happy to ramble about my boy 🥰🥰

#ask game #character asks #hiro oda #cyberpunk ocs #character headcanons

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theblep · 3 years ago

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The Burrito

-- evening of the eighth day --

Again no burger (somehow McDonald's doesn't seem to want to do deliveries anymore I feel like), but I had an entire burrito today, and french fries. Took me maybe an hour to eat, and didn't quite finish the fries because I was getting exhausted and they were getting cold. I was worried whether the rice would do the annoying thing where it falls inbetween the tongues and I'd have a hard time getting it out of there, but to my surprise none of that happened, it went really well.

If I had to explain how eating feels currently.... Imagine having a numb tongue that just flops around and you have only very basic control over it. The problem right now is food sticking to teeth. I can't use the tongues to pick it out of the teeth just yet. Still too stiff, and the numbness in the tips isn't helping, but I'm slowly getting better at it. Brushing works just fine, also just a bit weird still because the tongues still just do whatever they want. Speaking is getting better by the hour almost.

I think this is going to be the last daily update for now. I'm not quite done being back to normal but seeing how fast I'm improving now all I'd be able to write from now on would be "today I ate X, and speech became better". I might probably start to learn some tricks soon.

As a quick recap: I definitely was overprepared, but I'm glad about that - at no point did I feel like I needed something that I didn't have. It pretty much boiled down to "sleep and attempt to drink all day long". The most useful things were the squeeze bottles, the ice cube trays, ibuprofen, and soup (the one without noodles) - these were absolutely essential. Personally for me the syrup was a lifesaver too. Bowls are better than cups, and I had a towel wrapped around my neck at all times. I never talked about the saline solution - it is a sterile medical 9% rinsing solution, brand Fresenius, was really cheap on Amazon (I think ~€6 for 6 liters which I believe was a glitch in the matrix, it's usually a bit more expensive) and I bought that in bulk a while ago - but you should be able to get these at pharmacies as well - I used about 600ml of it over the course of 7 days, for my mouthwash routines. The arnica sugar ball thingies: I stopped taking these after I got the split because I couldn't figure out how. They didn't do anything anyway, can't believe I actually fell for that - the best way to limit swelling, from my experience, is to put vast amounts of ice in anything you drink, and stay in bed as much as possible. I used the arnica ointment once, probably also unneccessary. Tea was also not needed but I was close to on day 3, but my stomach calmed down as soon as I stopped taking painkillers. If you like these kinds of teas go for it, I'm just more of a soft drink person. The boogieboard (or really anything to write on) was also super helpful in some situations.

Here is a final photo, notice how it already looks like I've always had it. It also already kind of feels like that. I know, everyone will tell you that it feels very natural. And I really wanted to capture this new feeling in words for someone who is curious - but it is impossible. It feels like two tongues, and as if they had always been like that (sure, they still feel a bit sore, but it's getting better very quickly). Sorry to disappoint you in case you were looking for an answer to that. Do I miss my old tongue? lol, no. This is way more exciting, and I get to keep this awesome wonderful mod for the rest of my life. Going through that week of hell and agony was difficult but worth it.

The double blep is complete.

#tongue split #body modification #diary #healing

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thejeksburyguy · 5 years ago

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Mod Jeks after eating one (1) cup of noodles: Mm.. that was a feast.. too much food for my small bitty stomach.. mus lounge and sleeb it off...

Me:

#hes a littol creature #thats it #he cannot change this #Mod Hyde

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square-enix-headcanons · 5 years ago

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Chocobros + Ravus and Luna in an eating contest

Noctis

“As long as there’s no carrots…”

Noct is a pretty picky eater, so he’d need to find an eating contest that suits his tastes, but is also fine with the other Chocobros, since they wanted to compete against each other

He isn’t overly excited, but he does look forward to it

Especially after Gladio eggs him on

He is… Pretty sure he won’t manage to win against the giant that is Gladio, but dammit, now he’s definitely gonna try!

Out of their group, Noctis places 4th, behind Ravus - At least he’s not last!

Prompto

He was, like, really hesitant about the idea in general

Eventually, he lets the others convince him, though; still, he’s definitely not as excited about it as Gladio

He’s lowkey sad it’s not spicy food; he’s pretty good at handling spicy stuff, which would’ve given him a slight advantage over the others

At least it’s not Cup Noodles, either, or nobody could’ve beaten Gladio

In the end, he places 5th out of their group, after Noctis

Kinda proud he still managed to beat at least Ignis

Ignis

It wasn’t really his suggestion, but he’s still somewhat the reason they’re doing it in the first place

Ignis spotted a poster for one, one of the other bros joked they should look for a Cup Noodle eating contest for Gladio, and somehow they ended up deciding it’d be fun to try their luck

He thinks it might be an interesting experience, though he doubts it’ll be something he wants to do more than once

When it comes to food, he prefers to try the local cuisine in a relaxed setting, really savor it (And maybe think about how he could recreate it while camping)

Because of that, he ends up with a pretty low rank, lowest of the Chocobros

He tries to eat as fast as he could, but he’s just not used to wolfing food down

But at least he doesn’t end up feeling like he should never move again

Gladio

He’s pretty sure he’s gonna win. If not the entire contest, then at least against the other bros

After all, he is the biggest of them all, and easily towers over most of the other contestants, too

Which means he’s really surprised when, during the contest, he glances over at his competitors and sees how fast they are

Gladio can eat fast, sure, but trying to keep up with those people is hard

And although he knows he can eat a lot, he pretty soon notices that he’s never tried to eat this much at once

He ranks second out of their group, and before the other Chocobros

But he feels like he’ll never want to move ever again

Luna

She was with the boys, and decided it sounded like fun

The Chocobros were pretty surprised, but well, sure, if she wanted to

(They thought she’d either just cheer for them, or go do something else)

When the bros glance over at her, though, they notice that she’s actually pretty good??

She doesn’t win the contest, but she does get the highest place from their group

Ravus is the only one who’s absolutely not surprised; sure, he didn’t know she’d score that high, but he figured she’d be pretty high up

One of the most important things in eating contests (according to the mod’s quick google search) is how much the stomach can expand. Which can be trained by drinking lots of water really quickly

As an oracle, Luna travelled a lot, spent loads of time in the heat in sunny places… Which meant she had to drink a lot of water

Ravus

Nobody is really sure why Ravus joined

Prompto suggested maybe he wants to make sure Luna’s food isn’t poisoned, but Ravus hasn’t confirmed or denied that

But, well, he did. And he’s a big guy, so Prompto and Noctis speculate that he’ll be pretty good

(One of them jokingly suggest they could make bets who will win, Gladio or Ravus)

Ravus pretty much immediately says he’d place his bet on Luna if he were them (Obviously everyone thinks he’s just joking)

He does end up ranking pretty high - 3rd in their group, behind Luna and Gladio, but before the other bros

#Final Fantasy XV #Final Fantasy XV Headcanon #Noctis Lucis Caelum #Prompto Argentum #Ignis Scientia #Gladiolus Amicitia #Lunafreya Nox Fleuret #Ravus Nox Floret #sfw #Pretty sure Gladio would've ranked 1 if it had been a Cup Noodle contest #Ravus:''You should all bet on Luna.'' - Everyone else:*laughs* - Ravus:''All right then suit yourselves.''

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imaginedanganronpa · 6 years ago

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Can you please do a scenario where the V3 cast gets into a food fight? Everyone, except for Himiko, Gonta and Kiibo, got detention for partaking in the food fight and had to clean the place. The said three, were either sleeping through the whole scene or protecting the other two from getting hurt. Also Shuichi’s lowkey savage when it comes to avenging his friends.

V3 Cast Getting Into a Food-Fight!

They aren’t a typically troublesome class, but theydefinitely had their moments.

Anytime something like this arose it was usually by Ouma Kokichi’s hand, butthat goes without saying. He’s not a bad kid, per-se, he’s just a prankster.

He’s the one who started it. It happened when he used hisspoon as a catapult to flick oatmeal at Miu, who was sitting across from himand minding her own business. It lands on her cheek and sticks.

“What the fuck?” She stares at him and stands up defensively, slamming herhands on the table. “Are you starting shit?”

“No,” he says playfully with a smug look, “just a… food fight!” He put a lot ofemphasis and force on the last part, screaming and cupping his hands around hismouth. Immediately afterwards, he dumps the rest of the oatmeal on Miu’s head.

She fights back tears as she does the same to him but he swiftly dodges herthrows.

The others waste no time jumping in on the fun. Angie gullibly follows, not realizing that food fights are usually frowned upon. “Oh, yay!” Shecheers happily as she turns to her side and throws her cup of water in Tenko’s face.

The Aikido Master sits there, stunned, with a surprised expression. She’s silentwith her mouth hanging open. Himiko was peacefully sleeping beside her sinceLunch was usually her Nap-Time, and Tenko didn’t want to disturb her.

Without saying a word, she rises and splashes Angie’s face back with an angrylook on her face. She doesn’t stop there, though, and grabs Angie’s head while shoving it into the cupcakes on her plate – not hard enough to hurt her.

Angie doesn’t seem to really get it and instead gleefully laughs.

By now. Miu has an entire assembly of apples, oranges, and other fruits likethat and is launching them aimlessly at her classmates. One hits Kaede in theback of her head which Saihara is not a fan of. His true colors show and he goes into a blind fit of rage, a complete savage when it comes to avenging loved ones.

Without thinking, he throws one back at the Inventor and is throwing more thanjust that – whatever he can get his hands on is now flying. Meanwhile, Rantarocomforts Kaede who is rubbing her head.

The catalyst trickles down from there and now most of their class is partakingin full-fledged food fight.

“Heads up!” Yells an over-confident Miu as an airborne fudge-cake goes sailingacross the table and ends up smacking directly into an innocent bystander Maki,who was just trying to have a conversation with Kaito. She wasn’t even lookingin the direction and the chocolate became a tangled mess in the back of herhair.

Immediately, Kaito was fuming – his cheeks turned bright red and his eyeslocked on Miu. He was going to avenge her! Needless to say Maki was prettyangry too, scowling at the blonde.

Simultaneously, the pair started throwing whatever they could find. Kaito endedup splashing orange-juice in Miu’s face while Maki went rogue and, in a blindrage, ended up hitting Tenko and Angie with the slop that came out of thekitchen.

Himiko, still sound asleep, felt the loose bits fall on her but never oncestirred.

Kiibo had excused himself from the table right before the food-fight occurredand came back in the midst of it. He watched as Ryoma made a slingshot and waslaunching small items at people with keen precision.

Confused, he started backing away. Kiibo can’t really afford getting food stuckin his systems – it would take forever to clean out and repair himself. Gontanoticed the frustration in the Robot’s face and stood to protect his friend.

From a distance, Gonta acted as the mediator for his class. “Hey, friends!Stop fighting!” His loud voice tried to overtake their laughter and screams butno one seemed to pay attention to him.

Saihara watched as one of Ryoma’s fruits landed on Kaede’s cheek and burst uponcontact. She swings her head around and shoots him and intimidating glare.

Before she can do anything, Saihara is lunging over the table and shoving a piedirectly into Ryoma’s face. The smaller man can do the same, dumping a cartonof milk over his head and pushing Saihara off of him.

Kaede loosens up, trying to settle the others down but gives up.

Rantaro hadbeen sitting quietly, watching the rest of his class hesitantly, before arandom pizza landed on his chest. He stared down awkwardly and Kaede had tostop herself from giggling.

She then pushed his face into the dessert he was going to eat and he wipes itoff, looking at her whilst somewhat irritated. Rantaro couldn’t stop himself fromlaughing, though, because hers was contagious.

Ouma had been taking ketchup bottles and spraying them at people.

And Kirumi decided to let loose for one day and join in on the fun, originallystanding back but now standing front and center. She had a plate ofmashed-potatoes that went straight for the section where Korekiyo, Maki, andKaito sat.

She placed her hand over her mouth to stop herself from giggling. Korekiyo retaliated by picking up a stack of pancakes and slinging them like disks, syrup flying off the sides and spraying onto the others. Pizzas were also being thrown by Kaito and sticking to his friends’ clothes.

Tsumugi originally scurried away from the fight but couldn’t ward of the urges to join, and now she was taking Ramen Noodles and tossing them in the air. One cup landed on Kaede’s head and before long, almost everyone was covered head-to-toe in noodles and rice.

Juzo and other Security ended up bolting in not too long after the food-fighttook place, scanning the situation. Himiko remained sound asleep throughout the whole ordeal, and Gontawas still standing in front of Kiibo with his arms outstretched in a protectivemanner whilst trying to get his classmates to settle down.

They called those three out first. Himiko woke up with a confused look on herface. “W-wait… what happened? Why am I covered in food?” Her eyes dart up tomeet with Tenko’s and the others who were sitting around her. “Why are all ofyou…?”

She hurried into the hallway with Gonta and Kiibo by her side. Those three were pardoned since they were the only ones not partaking in the fight. Everyone else got detention and sent to Jin Kirigiri’s Office.

As punishment, those who took place in the fight were forced to clean up their mess. After actually getting in trouble, everyone seemed to turn on Ouma who couldn’t stop smiling at himself.

“Oh, come on~ You guys had fun!”

- Mod Rantaro

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sweetimagines · 7 years ago

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Desperate Measures - Part 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Description: The Resistance keeps Dameron and Y/L/N busy, but they still find a little time to get to know each other.

Warnings: Alcohol, space cursing and I guess that’s it.

Word Count: 5341

A/N: It has taken me over a month to write this... I don’t even have the excuse of saying I was writing multiple fics at the same time. Why am I so slow? *sobs*

The timeline doesn’t fit perfectly well with TFA but I tried my best...

Tag: @kyber-hearts-and-stardust-souls @cobalt-one

Poe wakes up to a loud thump. He gets up hurriedly, instantly getting dizzy. The ground feels unsteady beneath him. “What a hangover.” He thinks, still tasting the bitter Corellian whiskey he had the previous night.

Dameron makes his way to the cockpit, realizing he slept in the Captain’s chambers. He squints his eyes shut from the light in the corridor - not at all bright, but his eyes are sensitive - and holds onto the wall for support.

He’s just about to ask for an update when another clunky noise fills his ears. Opening his eyes, he takes in the reason for the noise and the fact that he’s not that hungover. They’re just flying through an asteroid field.

“Are you space crazy, Y/N?” Poe leans on the dashboard, looking closer at their situation.

“We were just a jump away from D’Qar but this was in the way.” Y/N’s voice is steady but her heart is racing. Her focus remains on the path before them.

“WHY DIDN'T YOU RESET THE COORDINATES?” He sits down on the pilot seat, tense and stiff. His head is throbbing from a headache.

“The Resistance can’t afford even more of a delay.” Y/L/N knows she can do this, she has to.

“You’re gonna turn us into stardust.” Dameron rubs his hand over his face in frustration.

He wants to knock her out of the pilot seat and take control of the ship, but that would only lower their survival rate.

Y/N’s chanting a mantra to herself. “I can do this.”. Her hands barely move the joystick and the ship follows the command, avoiding an asteroid by mere inches.

Poe has never seen a ship respond to such light touches before. Even his personalized X-Wing needs a more firm motion.

She’s flying mostly on instinct. If she wastes time looking at her instruments and scans, she’ll lose control of what’s ahead of her. They’re nearly out, she can see the clear space just a little further.

“Six. How’s the shield holding up?”

The droid’s answer is not comforting. Y/N sees from her peripheral vision Poe fidgeting with the chain on his neck.

Y/L/N steers the Pursuit around a large rock, though when she brings the ship back on a right-side-up position, it hits a smaller one. Not hard enough to damage the hull. Either way the shield is giving in and she won’t have room for mistakes or they’ll be blown to bits.

Her palms are sweaty but her grip in the stick is still tight, knuckles going white from the strength. Lights keep flashing in her dashboard. However, she keeps her eyes fixed on the last obstacles before they’re clear.

She breaths in slow, completely filling her lungs with air, blocking everything else besides the asteroids. She may not be a Jedi like Luke, but meditating is still helpful.

The ship obeys her every command as she dodges the space-rocks. They make it out of the asteroid field and she finally breaths out, relaxing her grip on the stick as Six calculates the next jump while BB-8 rolls happily on the spot.

“That was insane.” Poe leans back on his seat. His shoulders are still tense, but his heartbeat is returning to normal and somehow his headache doesn't seem too important anymore.

Y/N gives him a smothered laugh, simultaneously amused they actually made it out and half smug. After all, she did learn from the best.

Leia is waiting for them in the hangar and clapping takes over the room as they step out of the Pursuit. Droids hurry to unload the ship.

Poe makes his way to the General, who gazes at him - split lip and light bruising on his cheek - in a mixture of annoyance and tenderness. “Do you ever come back unharmed, Commander?”

“Hardly, General.” He gives a half-suppressed laugh.

Leia’s focus shifts towards Y/N. She’s pleased to have the girl back safe - her old wounds seem to be healing well and none have been added.

Y/L/N tries to discuss the fact that they only got a third of the fuel they were supposed to, but Leia won’t have it. She just wants to enjoy the day’s victory. “Tomorrow we worry about it.” Leia pats her shoulder.

BB-6 informs Y/N that Leia has summoned her to her office. The smuggler girl prepares her briefing of why they were a day late and how she already has a plan to get the rest of the fuel needed.

Y/L/N wasn't expecting Leia to dismiss it as she has already dealt with it with Commander Dameron. What really surprises her is that Organa wants her to stay on base.

The girl is certainly taken aback by the suggestion, but Leia has a way, most likely a trick she picked up from being a Senator, that makes you think it’s your idea to begin with.

Ultimately Y/N accepts. She knows what happened because of the First Order didn't affect only her. Leia has already lost a son to the Order, so she doesn't want to lose the closest thing she has to a daughter a well.

In a way, the General feels guilty for what happened but Y/N is a smuggler. She chose this life and the risks that come with it. Her runs had been smooth for far too long - something was bound to happen at some point.

Y/N has never been this long in the same place and it’s only been a few days. She does her part to help around base as much as she can, even “donating” BB-6 to serve as an astromech to one of the pilots in Black Squadron, so she’s not holding back resources. That even blossomed a friendship between BB-8 and BB-6. They now roll around the hangar beeping joyfully.

She sleeps - when she manages to, because most nights her nightmares keep her up - in her ship instead of the quarters Leia offered on base. In a way, she’s not taking it from someone who needs it and, in another, her own chambers are much more comfortable and private.

It’s just a bit weird for her living in the base’s underground hangar. Some pilots work on their X-Wings until late hours and others start first thing in the morning, so the place is always busy.

On the other hand, that’s good for business. Y/N takes on trading whatever alcohol she has left for anything the pilots have that she needs. She’s much more comfortable with trading rather than taking and Leia doesn't seem to mind.

The pilots even invite her to their small gathering to play card games, but Y/L/N is sure it’s just out of politeness, so she never shows up. She’s comfortable with simply being the supplier.

Considering Y/N hasn’t had a decent homemade meal in a really long time, she can’t deny herself the simple, yet appetizing food prepared in the mess hall.

Whatever they make is much better than her rations, even if she knows how to cook and has a half decent kitchen modded into the Pursuit, the smuggler hardly ever has time for such task.

She doesn’t want to get used to the atypical comforts of being on base, though. “This is temporary.” The smuggler tells herself - Leia doesn't seem to agree.

Y/L/N fills a bowl with spicy noodles, gets a side of salthia beans and a cup of caf, setting it on a metal tray so she can eat back in her ship as usual. Tonight she has the hangar all to herself - the pilots and mechanics share some high quality Corellian brandy she provided them - or so she thought.

As she walk into the hangar, she’s almost run over from behind by a droid. She recognizes BB-8, carrying a tray with almost the same meal, just crawlfish instead of beans. The droid seems so giddy that Y/N can only guess the contents are for Poe Dameron. Eight has been in bad mood since Poe left on a mission without him.

Right she is. Dameron jumps out of the wing of his fighter, where he was doing repairs, realizing he’s not alone. He ties the sleeves of his flight suit around his hip as they stare at each other in tender silence. They haven’t seen each other since landing on base.

“Y/N!” Poe strides to her, taking his tray from BB-8. “Heard you stuck around. Glad to hear it.”

She giggles shyly as he really does sound glad, because that’s the last thing she’d expect to hear from the man she met at the strategy center a few weeks back. But that’s not the man standing in front of her right now.

“Heard you didn't.”

Dameron nods. “Our food is gonna get cold. How about we catch up while having dinner?” He suggests with a grin.

If this were anyone else, Y/L/N would take this as a romantic advancement. “Surely, this aren't his intentions.” She thinks. “Or are they?” The mere thought of it is enough to release a flock of butterflies in her stomach.

She brushes it off and accepts. Her belly is already growling in hunger. They walk into the Pursuit to use the dinning area. BB-8 finds BB-6 in no time and both droids set off to the charging station to chat - date.

Poe fills her in on his run for fuel, the reason he was off base, in between bites. He tells her about the reason he chose to leave BB-8 behind and true despise fills his words as he speaks of the scavengers who merciless break apart droids to sell whatever parts are worth more. Y/N shares his contempt, BB-6 has been her only friend for far too long.

“It’s nice to meet someone else who doesn't think droids are dispensable rather than sentient beings.” It’s not often you find someone with a symbiotic relationship with a droid instead of master/servant thing. Poe takes care of BB-8 and so he returns the favor, kind of like BB-6 and her. She smiles at the thought.

Dameron is sure this is the first time she has so much as grinned, at least in his presence, and it’s intoxicating. He curls his lips up to match hers, staring at her even after hers disappear. When Poe realizes he has, he looks down at his food and habitually fidgets with the ring on his chest.

“Did that belong to a partner lost because of a smuggler?” Y/L/N had wondered about it more than she should’ve and this was her most plausible theory. It would explain his primal hate for her kind.

Silence takes over the room. Y/N curses at herself. They've been having a pleasant night until now. “If only I had learned to hold my tongue.” She mutters in a way only she can hear it.

Poe doesn't seem mad about the question rather than lost in thought of how best to reply. How to look strong even though that is his greatest weakness.

“It belonged to my mother.” He pauses to make sure his voice comes out properly and he’s still breathing. “My father passed it on to me on her funeral.” His words come out choked as he tries to suppress a sob.

Y/N notices Dameron’s watery eyes and damns her curiosity for arising it. “I’m sorry.” She wants to comfort him or at least show compassion, but all she manages is that.

He takes a moment to regain himself before sharing whatever good memories he was able to retain from the short period he had with Shara. Food slowly vanishing as Y/N listens intently.

Y/L/N hears about the force sensitive tree in their front yard and how Poe used lay under the soothing shade of it with his mom after an afternoon of flying lessons; also on how they’d track around Yavin IV, him listening to exciting combat stories and war heroes. She grins at understanding the reason Dameron is who he is.

Poe earns a few more smiles from Y/N as the stories go and he’s careful not to stare them away. For unknown reasons, he can’t get enough of them. The brightest one comes after he tells her about learning how to do barrel rolls on his mom’s A-Wing.

She laughs and shares a story of her own, about how, when she was still a youngling, she convinced Ben that they could fly the Falcon just like his dad and Chewie, which ended up in a colossal disaster. Han wasn't mad at them. Instead, he decided to actually teach them how to fly.

“Han Solo taught you how to fly?” Poe raises his eyebrows and she nods. “That explains a lot.”

Y/N opens a bottle of Corellian wine and fills their glasses. They toast to the Resistance and take a sip.

“So your parents were also friends with the Organa-Solo family?”

“Oh... no.” That’s not usually a subject Y/N likes to get into to but given how open Poe has been with her, she feels he deserves the same. “I was just a street rat, barely surviving, didn't have anything except the clothes in my body and my name. I tried to pickpocket Han and instead of throwing me into a orphanage, he took me home and they raised me.”

Dameron chokes on his wine and simply looks embarrassed. She shares her first moments with them, how she arrived at dinner time and Ben was scared of her because, in his words, she looked like an evil ewok - her hair was messy, her clothes dirty and she was short. He hid under his mother’s cloak while she set an extra plate at the table. Han explained to his son who Y/N was and why she was there.

“He didn’t say a word to me until dessert, when he levitated his bowl to me and said it looked like I needed it more than him.” They became inseparable, until they were obligated to part ways.

The taste mixed with their conversation makes her miss Han and Ben. Y/N knows he’s not the boy she knew anymore, she heard the stories. She hates Kylo Ren for stealing her friend.

She chooses to talk about something light to forget about Ben, telling Poe about Solo knowing she was saving the credits she got working for him to buy her own ship, then one day he just took her to a hangar and gave her the ship.

“”Pursue your dreams, kid.” That’s what he said, so I named her Pursuit.”

“She was old and rusty but she was mine.” Y/N used the credits she had saved to fix her up, make a few modifications and fund her first run.

Poe talks about the different ships he flew in the academy and how his heart belongs in an X-Wing. Y/N’s embarrassed to admit she never flew one.

“That’s unacceptable. I’ll teach you.” He promises kinda drunk. Y/L/N smiles but doesn't believe he’ll remember what he said in the morning. She’ll be astonished if she does.

Not bonding after the night they shared was impossible. Poe starts dragging Y/N to sit with him and his Squadron in the mess hall, but she insists they have breakfast in the Pursuit.

Y/L/N claims she has the best space waffles recipe - she managed to get her hands in the exact one used on Rex’s dinner - but it’s really just because she’s not a morning person.

Poe makes good on his word to teach her to fly an X-Wing. He gives her a few hours of theory after the day’s work, which usually leads to them sharing a meal and conversation while BB-6 and BB-8 chirp. Sometimes Poe even spends the night in one of her quarters, if he had too much to drink. That earns him a few teases from his Squadron. He never confirms nor denies their assumptions.

He takes her on a few gambling nights and she wipes the table clean, just how Han taught her. When his Squadron gets drunk enough, they start sharing stories, one of them about how the General wanted to use Poe in Resistance propaganda and how that would double the amount of people joining. That’s enough for Y/N to tease him about being the poster boy for the Resistance.

Y/N’s picking up fast so he switches to simulation runs but their training is occasionally interrupted by a few missions. Leia even gets a few for Y/N, such as gathering X-Wing parts and buying bombers.

It’s frustrating having to stop when she’s just getting the hang of it but what really gets Y/N annoyed is how many times Poe arrives from missions going straight to the medbay. She tells herself it’s because that only delays her studies but deep down she knows she cares about him and that scares her.

What really bothers her, though, is the fact that he’s been running into Agent Terex on almost every single mission, not including the fact that they lost one of their own, someone close to Poe, L’ulo. She had the pleasure of meeting him and knew he would be dearly missed by not only his Squadron but the whole Resistance.

Although she trusts Dameron’s skills, the memory - and scars - of “questioning” given to her by the First Order Agent is still recent and the thought of anyone else, specially him, going through that terrifies her.

Poe’s slowly walking towards the Pursuit in civilian clothes. That only happens if they have plans that don’t involve official business, but the helmet on his hand indicates this is not a social call.

The sight of his vintage roughish look is distracting, though. The combination of that cream v-neck shirt, beige leather jacket and black pants are enough to daze anyone on base.

If it weren't for a distraught look on his face, she’d take the opportunity to throw a pick-up line, something smooth like he cleans up nice.

As he gets closer, his expression switches to a more casual one, but she’s not fooled: something’s bothering him.

“Walk with me?” He points at his X-Wing and she knows what he’s about to say.

“Off the books mission?” She asks rhetorically.

“This mission might change the course of the war.” He says both proudly and anxiously.

“That means extra danger...” She bites the insides of her lips.

Dameron nods and neither of them want or can discuss it any further.

He doesn't want Y/N to stop training while he’s gone and he tells her one of his Squadron members offered to continue the sim runs with her.

She’s glad it’s Snap. If it were Jess, it would be too much fun and little study and the other way around with Karé. It will be balanced with Snap.

BB-8 and BB-6 have a sweet farewell under Poe’s X-Wing before the orange droid is pulled up to his spot.

“You better bring him back in one piece or I’ll kick your ass all the way to the unknown regions, Flyboy.” She points at his chest and raises her eyebrows.

What she’s really saying is: come back safe.

Poe chuckles and wants to hug her. Instead, he settles for a handshake. Her soft fingers brush against his calloused palm, setting shivers over his arm.

Y/N is not force sensitive, but she doesn't have to be to know something is wrong. Being a smuggler has given her reliable instincts and right now they’re setting off all kinds of warnings relating Poe Dameron.

He was supposed to be back the previous night. She stayed up all night waiting to hear something, but it was radio silence. Sometimes delays are normal and she tries to tell herself that. However, her gut keeps disagreeing.

Y/L/N waits for the sun to rise to head over to General Organa’s office. She paces back and forth waiting for Leia to arrive. When she doesn't, Y/N goes to the control room and there Leia is.

Organa doesn't even have to say a single word for Y/N to know Poe is still MIA. The General pulls her aside and tells her she’s not deploying a rescue party.

“Commander Dameron knew the risks.” Leia explains as Y/N opposes the choice.

Part of her understands but the other wants to riot. She chooses to ignore the rebel inside her for just a while longer in case she’s right and he’s just late.

Y/N tries to focus on her studies but keeps staring at D’Qar’s sky searching for and X-Wing in the horizon. She’s fooled by a bird once and decides it’s stupid to keep watching. Y/L/N is not even sure why she cares this much, they were supposed to hate each other, at least Poe did hate her at first. Now she can’t imagine a galaxy without him fighting to make it a better one.

Y/L/N decides she can’t sit and wait anymore. She needs to take action.

“Kriffing top secret mission.” The smuggler has no idea where he went. If she were a slicer, that wouldn't be a problem.

Y/N curses at nothing and everything at the same time the whole way to the control room. She knows it will be nearly impossible to any info on Poe’s mission from Leia, specially the location.

As predicted, Leia is irreversible. Y/L/N’s frustrated. She understands not wanting to endanger more of her fleet, but Y/N is independent.

“You can’t afford to lose your best pilot.”

“I can’t afford to lose either of you, let alone both.” Leia nods a no ever so slightly.

Y/N is just about to answer when her focus is drawn away from Leia.

“Jakku!” Lieutenant Connix shouts. “He went to Jakku.”

Y/N mouths her a thank you and flees before the General could say anything.

Leia looks back at Connix, not angry or disappointed, somewhat glad someone did what she couldn’t. Either way, she will probably suffer the consequences for insubordination.

Y/L/N runs to the hangar as fast as her legs allow.

“Sorry, Jess. I need BB-6.” She says breathlessly.

“You’re going after Poe?” Y/N nods, catching her breath. “May the force be with you.”

Y/N listens to Six telling her about her latest flight with Jess and that she flies crazy, just how Six likes, but once they reach the Pursuit, Y/N asks her to ready the ship for Jakku and that they need to be careful.

“We’re bringing Poe Dameron home.” The droid beeps in agreement and rolls hurriedly to the cockpit.

Y/N hates the waiting. She’s going at lightspeed, but it’s still not fast enough and there’s nothing she can do except standing by and fearing she’ll be too late.

A red light on her dashboard signals a comm call from the Resistance. She contemplates ignoring but she has nothing better to do and Leia’s disapproval will be easier to face over a call.

“Are you mad?”

“Not as much as I should be.” Leia didn’t call to fight. “I just figured you’d appreciate knowing that Commander Dameron has commed from a ship he scrapped on Jakku. He’s on his way back to base.”

“Thank the Maker.” Y/L/N sighs in relief.

“However, the information he was sent to gather is in the keeping of his droid, who’s lost and wanted by the First Order. Get back here so I can focus on finding BB-8 instead of worrying about you.”

“Right away, General.”

The call ends and Y/N’s left feeling stupid for overreacting. She came all this way for nothing and Poe’s sure to tease her about it for the rest of her life.

“Did I just insinuate I’m going to spend my life with him?” Y/L/N whispers to herself.

She’s typing the coordinates to D’Qar on the nav computer when a holocall request rings on her private comm.

“Maz! To what do I owe the pleasure?” BB-6 beeps a greeting. She loves how Maz Kanata pampers her for being a good droid every time they spot by.

“You never message, never comm. How is old Maz supposed to know you’re alive?” Kanata teases before getting to the point. “Just wanted to let you know Han’s here... With a new crew and a droid... wanted by the empire.” She emphasizes that last part.

“BB-8!”

“I figured it was wanted by the Resistance as well.”

“Not wanted, he belongs to us.” That’s the first time she referred to herself as part of the Resistance. It was completely unconscious. “Hold them back please, Maz. I’m on my way.”

Y/N changes the coordinates one more time, seconds before reaching Jakku. She doesn't know it, but she just avoided another awkward run-in with the First Order.

Y/N flies over the green filled planet. It has been far too long since she has been there.

She lands the Pursuit on the first free spot, luckily right next to he Millennium Falcon on the edge on the lake.

Chewie saw her coming and was waiting for her at the boarding ramp. He hugs her tight and she notices the bandages. The Wookie assures her he’s fine with sideway nods.

Y/L/N instructs BB-6 to stay back fixing the Falcon so that Chewie and her can go find Han. The droid tries to argue but accepts.

As Y/N reaches the entrance of Maz Kanata’s castle, she’s bumped by a running girl, almost making her fall over.

After her, comes a rolling droid, orange and white. “BB-8!” She shouts but he’s already out of sight, following the girl.

“Great. Just found him and he’s lost again...” She shrugs and Chewbacca explains in very few details who the girl is and how they ended up there as they walk through the gates.

Before she can take a step inside the castle, a red glow catches her attention. It streaks across the sky like a massive blaster bolt.

Everything after that is a blur as it happens so fast.

She runs in to find Han and before she even has a chance to hug him, the walls crumble on top of them, making it slightly difficult for them to escape.

First Order ships cross the sky and Tie fighters fire against the castle. Maz and Han barely make it out after Chewie, her and the new comer, Finn.

They fight a losing battle as they are outnumbered, but that never stopped them before.

Soon those numbers catch up to them and they are being escorted by stormtroopers among the debris.

“Welcome back, kid.” Han snickers, as this just started to feel like a family reunion. Chewie growls at the horizon and they see it too: friendly ships approaching.

Just as being captured is their normal, so is being rescued by the Resistance.

They waste no time retrieving their weapons as the storm of X-Wings take down both Ties and troopers.

They fight a while longer but the stormtroopers are pulled back soon. The Order gets what they need from the planet and leave them to the ruins.

For a second Y/N is scared they took BB-8, but he comes rolling out of the woods as Finn screams for Rey at the command shuttle flying away.

Y/L/N kneels in front of the round droid to look him over and make sure he’s ok. He’s all sandy and has a few scorch marks - nothing they can’t fix once he’s back to base.

“I got someone who’s gonna be very excited to see you.” She whispers to him.

He beeps excitedly trying to guess.

“That’s right. Six is back at the ship.” Y/N smiles at how precious those two droids are. She had never considered droids falling in love, but these ones proved it possible.

Han walks closer to where General Organa’s shuttle is about to touch down. Y/N watches as they reunite after so long. Though, as always, you can count on C3-PO to ruin a good moment.

Y/L/N suppresses a laugh and motions Finn and BB-8 to follow her. The smuggler girl frowns. She finally has time to actual focus on the new comer.

“That’s Poe’s jacket.” Before he can answer, Eight is beeping sadly that it’s because Poe is gone.

“What? No. He’s alive.” She shakes her head. “He made it out of Jakku.”

BB-8 couldn’t be happier. He rolls as fast as he can towards the ships, wasting no time on getting back to his friend - not master.

BB-6 is waiting impatiently. She witnessed the destruction but had specific orders not to leave that spot. When she sees the orange and white ball approaching, she speeds towards him and they roll around one another a few times before touching foreheads.

“Come on, ball.” Han points at the ship. BB-8 beeps that he’s grumpy but rolls in with Chewie. “See you back at base, kid.” They hug briefly, then Solo is off to the Falcon.

He takes off and she watches him vanish into lightspeed before getting in the Pursuit and preparing herself to go back home. For a while, her ship has been home.

Y/N lands on the open docking area. The underground hangars are far too busy for her to take her usual spot as of now.

BB-6 doesn't even wait for the ramp to be fully down before rolling out to find BB-8.

Before Y/N has a chance to tell her droid she’s going in the wrong way, she’s already out of sight.

Y/L/N spots BB-8 chatting with Poe who’s knelt down to the droid’s eye level. He’s back in his flight suit and there’s no denying orange looks good on him. Poe stands up suddenly and starts racing her way.

Y/N’s heart leaps, but before she can take a step to meet him, he stops to hug Finn. He doesn’t see her until he’s finished with the newcomer.

Poe thinks Y/N is a sight for exceptionally sore eyes. He strides up to her slowly, trying to give his brain time to think of something to say. About how he thought about her every second he was away, how he never gave up fighting to come back or how he’s thankful she went after him, but his words fail him and he’s just staring at her in silence.

“You gotta be more careful, Flyboy. The Resistance needs you in one piece.” Y/L/N curses at herself. She meant to say “I’m glad you’re alive.”

Dameron scratches the back of his neck, tugging nervously at his hair.

“I had the feeling you’d be happier to see me, given you flew all the way to Jakku after me.” He teases.

“I was already heading that way.” They both know perfectly well that’s not true.

“Liar.” Poe inches closer to her.

“Just kiss me already.” She closes the gap between them, locking her lips on his and feeling like they’re floating among the stars.

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