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[platonic] Tim Wright & Brian Thomas & Proxy!Reader

By Mod Galileo 🪐

The reader lives with Tim and Brian, and (like them) is dealing with the typical consequences of life as a proxy. However, the reader is a lot newer of a victim, so Tim and Brian are there to help them through their turmoil. (CW for: talk of dissociative and paranoid symptoms, prescription drug usage) Story will be in second person. Reader will be gender-neutral, and I will not be using any y/n or physical descriptors that might exclude a good amount of people (and if I do accidentally slip up, please don't hesiatte to comment about it! I want these fics to apply to as many people as I can).

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Another restless night. That's how it was for you in this new lifestyle. It's not like you chose to be here, but here you were.

It started with just a single greeting. You had spoken to this sweet couple of men when out and about in your neighborhood. It was a simple conversation, nothing out of the ordinary. After a few other encounters with these two men --- Tim and Brian, as you would learn --- they exchanged numbers with you. Considering you were feeling especially lonely before meeting Tim and Brian, you felt as if you were seeing the eye of the storm that is life.

But then it happened.

You started to see things that weren't there. You were convinced that at all times, you were being watched. You knew this wasn't a normal intensity of fear. What made it worse was the blackouts. You would lose hours of your days, seemingly at random. What you assumed was a few minute break from work ended up being a month-long dissociative fugue that caused you to lose your job. That incident was the final straw.

You had told Tim and Brian about what was going on, and they asked you to meet them in person the second they heard the news. Brian explained it fairly calmly, although Tim looked as if he was going to vomit the entire time. Since you no longer had enough money to afford rent due to losing your job, Brian offered to let you move in with him and Tim. You learned that the two of them were experiencing the same symptoms as you, and that this was something caused by an eldritch horror called the Operator. Although it would never go away, Brian and Tim helped you learn how to suppress the symptoms.

Most of the time, that is.

So, again, here you were, months after moving in with them. You were in bed, struggling to sleep, as your mind was racing about the potential of being watched. You whimpered, curling into yourself. You wanted to bother Tim or Brian, but you weren't sure if they were awake. They struggled to sleep just as much as you did. You supposed this meant you were on your own.

As you returned to the constant scanning of your room for intruders, you heard a knock at the door (at least, as well as you could over the light ringing in your head due to how hardly it seemed to be pounding --- did you always have that migraine?). You put your fingers to your forehead, the balls of your hand touching against your wet cheek...

Wet cheek? You moved your hands to the source and realized that you had, in fact, been crying without even realizing.

"Hello?" Tim called out. "Are you alright in there?"

You went to speak, but as you did your throat felt grated and sore; a groan of discomfort was all you could muster.

"Can I come in?" Tim asked. "Brian's here, too."

You pushed out a low "uh-huh", signalling Tim that it was okay.

He opened the door, him and Brian walking in and toward your bed. Brian sat on the edge of your bed, while Tim stood next to him. "Another bad night?" Brian asked.

You nodded weakly.

Brian sighed. "Us too," he tiredly chuckled. "Guess it's just that kind of night, huh?"

"We should fix you up something to drink," Tim suggested. "All of us, actually. Wouldn't hurt."

You looked around the room again. "Are you sure we're...?" you start to ask, voice raspy from your tears.

"You're safe," Tim replied, finishing your thought before you could. "We all are, it's just..."

"It's just what happens," Brian finished. "Sometimes it means something, but this time I promise we're fine." He gave you a warm smile; it was amazing how positive Brian seemed to be about the situation.

Tim, however, did not look as confident as Brian did about the situation; he did his best not to verbalize it though. "I'm thinking about putting some tea on, how's that sound?" he asked.

You weakly smiled. "Um... alright, sure," you replied.

Brian got up from the bed, reaching his arms out to help you up. You obliged, and he yanked you off of the bed, causing you to stumble and fall into his arms. You wanted to apologize, but Brian simply giggled. "Whoops, sometimes I forget how strong I am," he teased. After making sure you were still upright, he and Tim led you to the kitchen, where Tim filled up a kettle with water and put it on the oven to heat it up.

Brian leaned against the counter, and you followed suit, as you were still too tired to stand for long periods.

After a few moments of silence, you looked at Brian. "Hey, um," you asked, "how do you know for sure that we're safe? From whatever's out there."

Tim tensed up, keeping his attention to the kettle by him.

Brian took this as his cue to answer. "If I'm being totally honest, I don't know. It's something you learn over time, figuring out if the danger is real or if it's in your head." He pulled out an orange pill bottle. "Guess it's that time of night then, huh?"

The kettle started to whistle, signalling it was time for it to get everyone's drinks ready. Tim pulled out three mugs, placed a tea bag into each one, and then poured in the hot water. "Should be just a minute," he murmured.

"Awesome," Brian smiled. "I'm parched. Can't wait to drink it and get to bed."

"Hopefully before the sun rises, yeah?" Tim half-joked, bringing two mugs to you and Brian. "Careful, it's still hot."

You thanked Tim as you took the mug from him, Brian doing the same. After preparing the tea how you wanted, the three of you each took a pill from the bottle Brian had. While Tim and Brian dry-swallowed the pills, you instinctively went to take it with liquid and burned your tongue in the process. You opened your mouth to breathe in air and cool down your mouth.

Tim noticed this and moved to grab you some cold water. He filled up a small glass and handed it to you. "I warned you, didn't I?" he teased.

"Hey, if I had any less impulse control, you know I'd be jumping on the tea as well," Brian responded with a chuckle. "I'm thirsty as ever right now."

"You could always get yourself some water too," Tim suggested. "If they can have it, you can too."

"I'll live. One less dish to do in the morning." Brian blew on his tea, bringing it closer to his face.

Tim chuckled. "Oh yeah, the hardest thing to wash out of a cup: water."

Brian rolled his eyes. "C'mon, you know what I meant."

As the two bickered, you took another sip from your drink, this time more carefully now that it had cooled down a little (you did pour in some of your cold water to lower the temperature faster).

Something was so comforting about the way Tim and Brian acted, both with you and each other. Months ago, you felt so alone in this town, but now you had two wonderful people you could confide in, people who understood what you were going through. Even if the three of you were stuck in this horrifying, life-draining situation, at least the three of you were experiencing it together.

Brian and Tim both looked over at you. "You holding up alright?" Brian asked. "You're a little quiet."

You perked up. "Yeah, I'm just thinking about stuff..."

"Hopefully it's all good stuff."

"Agreed," Tim nodded. "Whatever'll help you get back to bed, even. Are you thinking you'd be ready for that soon?"

You looked at both of the men in front of you. They made you feel so secure. In fact, even if that Operator thing was here, at least you would have Tim and Brian here to protect you during it. For that, you were eternally grateful.

You cracked a small smile. "Maybe just another minute with you guys. I like how safe I feel right now."

Brian let out a small "aww" in response. "Take as long as you need, okay?"

Tim smiled as well. "Let us know if you need us to do anything."

"For sure!" Brian added. "We're always happy to help a friend."

A friend, yeah...

It felt nice having those now, didn't it?

#platonic x reader #platonic self ship #marble hornets x reader #tim wright x reader #brian thomas x reader #mod galileo 🪐

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platonicxreader · 2 years ago

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could mod galileo do a request where you are luke skywalker's padewan?

yeah sure thing!!! welcome you are the first request sdkjfhsd (also sorry this took forever i've been dealing with a lot of irl stuff sjdfhkj but i promise i didn't forget about this)

[platonic/familial] Luke Skywalker & Padawan!Reader

By Mod Galileo 🪐

The reader is one of Luke's first students at the Jedi Academy he recently opened. In particular, he found himself attached to this particular student and took them under his wing as a padawan. This is a tale about them bonding during one of the padawan's personal lessons with Luke. (Interpretation can be familial or platonic! The jedi/padawan relationship to me can fit into either.) Story will mainly be in second person with some omniscient third-person about Luke. Reader will be gender-neutral, and I will not be using any y/n or physical descriptors that might exclude a good amount of people (and if I do accidentally slip up, please don’t hesiatte to comment about it! I want these fics to apply to as many people as I can).

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The Force is a mysterious thing. You had first heard of it when your family would tell you tales at your bedside of the Force; you always assumed they were just tales and no more.

What made you first think the Force could have been more than that was when a mysterious man had appeared at your home one afternoon. He had explained to you and your family that he was a Jedi --- just like from the tales --- and was searching for those sensitive to the Force. Your family initially seemed skeptical of the man's claims, but then you witnessed him prove his ability. That's when you knew the tales could have some basing in reality.

So, you now were a part of his brand new academy. There were a handful of other people like you; there were mainly kids and teens, but a handful of adults as well. The man --- Luke Skywalker, as you would find out --- seemed to be the sole leader of the program, although sometimes other figures would be seen discussing stuff with Luke from time to time, and sometimes they would supervise the students when Luke was occupied elsewhere.

While Luke cared about all of his students equally, he seemed to take an interest particularly in you. One day, he had pulled you aside, explaining that your potential in the force felt great; because of this, he wanted to take you personally under his wing for extra training as his official padawan. You excitedly agreed, and thus began your personal training under Luke.

One of the skills you received extra training on was lightsaber combat. You had a basic idea of the seven forms, but while you had assumed everyone used just one, Luke seemed to alternate between a handful of the styles. It was hard to keep track, but Luke told you that in order for you to learn, you had to be prepared for anything.

In today's particular fight, you could barely keep up with Luke, even if he claimed he was "going easy" with you. Just when you thought you got the hang of one thing he was throwing at you, he'd add in something else and you'd be back to square one.

After a few moments, he was able to knock your saber clean out of your hands. Frustrated, you fell to the ground with a loud groan. "I can't do this!" you cried out.

Luke turned off his saber, approaching you and squatting down to your level. "What's clouding your mind?"

"I'm just not learning fast enough. I feel like I'm failing you as a padawan, Master Skywalker." You could feel your eyes water as your face heated up.

Luke placed a hand on your shoulder. "You aren't failing me," he assured you. "Becoming a Jedi Master takes time and, more importantly, patience. The Force is bigger than any of us know. I still have a lot to learn myself."

"That's not true," you grumbled. "You're a Jedi Master. Don't you know everything?"

Luke let out a soft chuckle. "I sure wish I did, but I still have a long way to go even with everything I know now." He let out a soft exhale. "There will always be more to learn. Even when you feel as if you've learned it all, there will always be something else."

You wanted to feel reassured, but you still felt as if he was just saying this; or worse, you were worried he'd give up on you as a padawan.

Luke took very easy notice to your persistent bad mood. "What else is on your mind?"

You looked away from Luke. "Am I even good enough to be your padawan?" you mumbled.

Luke took a second to respond, which only made you more anxious, but then he let out a deep breath. "Your skill isn't what makes you worthy of being a padawan. What makes you worthy is your potential and your strive to get better."

He paused, so you turned to face him curiously.

Now with your direct focus, he continued on. "You have potential, and I know there is a passion within you. With determination, I know you can achieve great things. You just have to do them."

"I know, and I'm trying," you sigh.

"A wise old Jedi once told me: do or do not, there is no try."

You squinted at him, tilting your head in confusion.

Luke gave you a small grin. "What I mean is, you need to believe in yourself. If you tell yourself you can do it, you'd be surprised at just how much you're capable of."

You nodded. "Thank you, Master Skywalker."

Luke stood up, holding his hand out to you. You grabbed a hold of it, and he pulled you up. "One more time, just for practice?" he asked, pulling out his lightsaber.

You looked down at the ground, pulling your own saber back into your grasp. While you still had some doubts, you could at least sense that Luke cared about you. "Alright, sure."

...

That night, Luke was meditating in his room. He thought about how he felt back as a padawan, and then thought of you. The Jedi were not historically allowed attachments, but Luke could feel a sense of kinship between the two of you; he saw a lot of himself in you, which is part of why you interested him. He knew the Force brought you to him for a reason. Maybe you needed a leader to guide you, or maybe you in a way could guide him as well, as bizarre as that sounded.

He smiled. The Force sure worked in mysterious ways.

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