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beautysamour · 1 year ago

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hihi!!! hope your doing well :) i was wondering if you could pls write a kenji ff of like an enemies to lovers kinda thing where the reader is always angry at kenji but slowly starts to loosen up ig. i hope that makes sense!! you can change it up ofcc ^^

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✧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kenji kishimoto x reader

✧ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: kenji kishimoto, mentioned juliette ferrars

✧ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: hatred and love are truly two sides of the same coin.

✧ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader slowly falling for kenji

✧ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.2k

✧ 𝐚/𝐧: set during the second/third-ish book. hope you’re doing well too ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

Kenji has this gift, ability, to turn invisible. It’s quite beneficial during missions and for most things really, like sneaking out late at night when everyone is supposed to be asleep or suddenly disappearing when someone you didn’t like was looking for you, or even better, scaring someone.

“You fucking asshole!”

You stared at Kenji in disgust as he feigned ignorance, a laugh slipping out with every other word, “What? All I did was say hi.”

You craned your head to the side, every inch on your body screaming at you to punch him, “Yeah, you pop out of nowhere right as I was about to shoot a fucking arrow through a place where there’s people I could possibly hit!”

He tsked, “I don’t see how that’s my problem, really, you shouldn’t even be shooting arrows in a crowded place anyways.”

He didn’t bother hiding the growing smirk on his face as you closed your eyes while taking a deep breath in.

You turned around opening your eyes and walked towards your target without saying another word, “It’s kind of rude to leave in the middle of a conversation, babe.”

You threw a middle finger back at him, you could feel a migraine forming as you hear him yell out an irritating “Love you too!”

✩ ✩

You set down your bow finally having used all your arrows, and a complete practice session. You allowed yourself to feel slightly smug as you walked towards the target, all arrows but one scattered all over the tens. The other one on the bullseye.

“Wow, you actually hit the target.”

And just like that your migraine is back.

“I’ve been hitting the target ever since I picked up a bow and arrow.”

“Ok nimrod, I see you.”

You slowly turn your head towards Kenji, “What did you just call me?” You reached for an arrow causing Kenji to lift his hands in the air as if he was surrendering.

“I called you a skillful hunter.”

“That’s not what a nimrod is—“

“Yes it is—“

“No, it is not—“

“If dictionaries were around I’d tell you to look through one, but for now you’re gonna have to trust me on this—“

“You’re a fucking nimrod!”

“Thanks—?”

“It’s not a compliment!”

Kenji looked at you amused. You were so easy to rile up. “Alright, alright. You can ask Juliette to ask Warner if you really think I’m lying.”

You roll your eyes turning to the target and start pulling of your arrows, “Yeah I just might.”

“Do you need help with that?” Kenji took a step forward not really waiting for an answer. Using your free hand you pushed against Kenji’ chest, not realizing the implication you might’ve sent him.

“It’s fine, you might break one.”

Kenji stayed still for a moment— and only just that, not a second too short or long. “‘m not that clumsy.”

“Don’t want to take any chances.” As you pulled off the last arrow you turned yourself to Kenji, “Why are you here?”

His back straightened as if he was waiting for you to ask that, “Wanna have dinner?”

You cringed at him, “It’s too late for that.”

He raised a brow, “That’s your excuse?”

You rolled your eyes again, “Sure.” Without saying another word you turn on your heel and walk away from him, leaving him alone in the target zone— Kenji knew better than to follow.

Still, he didn’t bother saying any flirty last minute quips as you gathered your stuff and left the training area. He had more pressing thoughts going through his head.

He knew he annoyed you, hell, you annoyed him too. Your keen air that never applied with him, your short and straight to the point responses, the way your eyes bored into his, the way you never needed his help because you were so skilled in everything you do. The way that you’ve never looked at him the way you do your target, determined, focused, that pure hunger for hitting the target— all your attention on it.

The way you don’t hide your dislike for him, never wanting to be near him, never wanting to touch him, never wanting him.

It drew him insane, the way you were so distant with him despite being right there.

So when you touched his chest just a few minutes ago, showing him a new side of you— one that isn’t revolted at the thought of touching him— it was enough to make him want more. To want you more.

But— he knew these feelings were one sided, and he respected that despite how much he teases you. He only hopes you could grow to see him as a friend, that much would suffice.

✩ ✩

It was practically common knowledge that you didn’t exactly like Kenji Kishimoto. You had a scowl on your face every time he spoke with you, you’d reject all invitations—professional and casual—from him, and you never batted an eye whenever he got hurt.

So your current actions had everyone’s attention on you and him.

“How did you even get hurt,” you lightly lift his arm so you could wrap his bicep with the gauze, “You can literally turn invisible.”

“Yeah, invisible. Not into a ghost.”

You scoffed, extremely annoyed more so than usual. “Still, why did you even make yourself visible?”

He cocked his head to you, eyes boring into yours, “Because I didn’t realize we were going to get fucking attacked.”

He turned his head away from you, for the first time being the one to end the conversation short. An uncomfortable feeling settled in your stomach at the realization for some reason, you pushed it off as just being worried about a friend.

Friend?

You finished wrapping the gauze around his arm, shaking your inner thoughts away you grabbed another roll of gauze, “Can you take off your shirt? I have to gauze it.”

“Yeah, you don’t have to tell me that, I know. Why else would you ask me to take it off.” You furrowed your brows, the feeling getting worse.

You forced yourself to look away as he took off his shirt, only looking back when he said you could.

It was silent as you wrapped the gauze around his torso and chest, uncomfortably silent. You’ve had to re-wrap it multiple times already, this being the third. It was weird. Kenji was acting weird.

“Hey, you ok?”

You jumped at the sound of his voice, dropping the gauze. You sighed not sure what was wrong with you today, “Sorry, yeah I’m fine.”

Kenji watched the wrapped gauze loosen itself around his body, unwrapping it fully with his own hands, “You sure?”

He handed you the gauze messily thrown together, looking at you with that stupid expression of worry as if he wasn’t acting like he was annoyed to be receiving help from you just a few minutes ago.

You carefully grabbed the gauze from his hands not wanting to hurt his already wrapped fingers, “I should be asking you that.”

“Perfectly fine sweetheart, thanks for asking,” he replied sarcastically, his back facing you slowly making you irritated.

You swallowed the insults that were sitting just on the tip of your tongue, “It’s my job—“

“Yeah, mhm, no need to remind me.”

“Ok, what the hell is wrong with you today?” You set down the gauze and focused your attention to his face—his eyes—“What’s with the attitude?”

His gaze settled somewhere behind you, probably at Juliette, before meeting your gaze with an irritating smile, “‘m hurt. Not really in the mood to kiss your ass today.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Kiss my ass?”

His eyes dropped to one of your hands, “Are you gonna finish wrapping the gauze around me now, or am I going to have to go to sleep with my wound out in the open?”

Ignoring him you say, “So being a decent human being is kissing someone’s ass now?”

He raised a brow, “Uh, no?”

You furrowed your brows at him, the feeling of annoyance not coming to you—but instead a dreading feeling of sadness?

“Then why are you acting like this?”

“Like what?”

“Like this,” you motion to Kenji, “Like it’s a burden to be in here.”

Kenji’ previous irritation turned into amusement. You were right, it was a burden to be in here, to be with you.

It was childish and Kenji knew he was being childish, he told himself he was fine just being your friend— and he is! Was. That only lasted for a few more days. He didn’t know how else to get your attention and now that he finally has it, he can’t help but be petty. The only way he could get your attention was if he was hurt, and it made him feel pathetic.

“Well you’d be a terrible nurse.”

You rolled your eyes. You weren’t sure what response you were expecting from him. No, it’s not a burden, I like being with you! Kenji is incapable of showing you in particular genuine emotion, it was stupid to want to hear something else.

“Thanks, such a nice thing to say.”

“You’re welcome.”

The next few minutes you took wrapping the gauze around his torso was filled with silence, just as the rest of the night.

✩ ✩

“Come on, we have to get you back.”

You tug the arm leaning against the back of your neck to tighten Kenji’ grip as you mustered the strength to support his body weight once you stood up.

“Wow, you didn’t say something rude to me.”

“Well you’re hurt, scolding you isn’t my priority right now,” you clear your throat in an attempt to cover up the way your voice broke mid-sentence.

Kenji began to laugh but got cut off with a groan as his newest wound rubbed against the cloth of your clothing.

You winced and adjusted the way he was leaning against you, “Sorry.”

Kenji eyed you suspiciously, “Woah, is this really the Y/N I know?”

“Kenji, shut up—“

“An “I’m sorry.” Wow that’s new,” he continues, “What did you do with the real Y/N.”

You ignore his teasing, focusing on getting the two of you out of this place. After a few minutes, Kenji quiets down. He’s gotten heavier, depending more on your body to support his as his head starts to tilt side to side.

You tighten your grip around his waist, “Kenji, we’re almost there.”

He slurs out an “okay” as his head finally finds a place to rest on—your head.

The worried feeling you’ve had since you found him starts to become more intense at his act of weakness, and it only continues to get worse until you see the base.

“Finally,” you whisper. Kenji presses his head impossibly closer to yours, you shudder when you realize how close you two are to each other.

His entire body is practically on you. His head leaned against yours, his arm that has fallen to your lower back, his upper body rested right against yours, and his legs so close they bump against yours as you walk. Your breath hitched when you felt his hand wrap around the arm that was wrapped around his waist.

“How do you feel?”

Kenji doesn’t respond for a few seconds. “Could be better.”

You drop the conversation after his answer, you’re assuming that he probably doesn’t want to talk while he’s bleeding from his side. It’s been about two weeks since your little moment with him and the gauze, this is the first time you’ve actually spoken to him since— and he’s definitely been on your mind.

“Did you get hurt?” You ignore the tingling sensation you get when he start to rub circles against your arm.

“I’m alright.”

“That’s good, would’ve made the entire worthless if you did.”

You slightly falter in your steps, “You going visible nearly caused us to lose you. That would’ve been a huge loss for us, Kishimoto.”

He laughed and you could feel the vibrations from where his head and yours connected, “Not as huge of a loss as losing you.”

You furrow your brows at his words, “No, your invisibility is crucial for us. I still don’t understand why you went visible again.”

“Went visible for you.”

The words went straight over your head, “Ok, and the first time?”

“Went visible for you then too.”

“That’s a dumb excuse, at least try to make it logical—“

“I went visible for you. Both times,” he says, voice slightly raised, then cringes at the new wave of pain that hits him, and only then do you process his words.

You want to stop walking to be able to face him and take to him face to face, but your top priority is to get him to Sara and Sonya so this awkward position will have to do, “Why would you go visible for me?”

“To make sure the fuckers that were going after you went after me instead.”

You knew Kenji had some kind of favoritism towards you with how often he’d seek you out but you assumed that was only because you didn’t drool over him when you first saw him.

“I would’ve been able—“

“To protect yourself, yes I know. You’re a nimrod, but you aren’t invincible. You were out in the open with no good hiding places, whereas with me, I can turn invisible.”

“And then you ended up getting hurt!”

“—I was able to escape,” he winces when his wound rubs against you again, “I was able to get away,” he repeats, “because of my invisibility.”

That didn’t matter to you though, what mattered— still— was that he got hurt and it only made it worse now that you know he technically got hurt because of you, “And because of me, you had a huge wound on your chest, and because of me again, you have a new wound down the side of your body.”

He grunted, you force yourself to think it was solely because of the pain since the thought of Kenji being upset was strangely upsetting for you.

“Well you’re welcome anyways—“

“—I’m not afraid of death, Kenji,” you interrupt, “I’d much rather die than see you get hurt for me.”

Kenji stayed quiet for a few seconds, and as you took more steps the seconds turned into minutes before he spoke again, “I feel the same with you.”

Despite being upset about him putting himself in the line of fire for you, you couldn’t help the smile that started to form at his words. You slightly adjust your grip around his waist, “Since we feel the same about the topic, let’s make a promise?”

“What kind?”

“Stop trying to protect me—“

“Hey—“

“—Just listen, would you?” His silence gave you the chance to continue, “And I’ll be more careful so you won’t be forced to protect me.”

You felt him press his head harder against yours again, “….Ok.”

“Deal?” You continue, not considering “ok” as a reasonable answer.

“Yeah, yeah…ok, deal.”

✩ ✩

“Let’s go get dinner.”

Kenji nearly choked on his water. You, asking him, to get dinner? What the hell was up with you?

“Uh, are you ok?”

“Yes?” You’re holding your bow and arrow since you just finished shooting at some targets, and now you were hungry. Kenji always asked to get dinner so you didn’t have to think hard about asking him to come with.

“Oh, ok. Sure—“

“Great, come on,” you grab Kenji’ hand and don’t take a second longer to start dragging him behind you, “We might miss dinner.”

Kenji’ eyes widen behind you, you’ve been a lot more touchy with him these past few month since you found him bleeding out from his upper body. Don’t get him wrong, he’s not complaining. It’s just a nice change.

Before he knows it, you let go of his hand as the both of you enter the eating area. You’re quick to get his food as he chases after you trying to keep up with your quick pace.

“You always this active at night?” He asks as you pick up two pairs of utensils for the both of you.

“Depends on what’s happening, but more so yes then no.”

“Alright,” he whispers as you speed walk away from him and to a table.

“So, how was your day?” You ask when he sits down in front of you, your fork properly mixing your food together.

“It was alright. How was yours, nimrod?”

You laugh a little at the nickname, you’ve indeed asked Warner straight up if the word had any other definition than idiot, and he confirmed it to have meant how Kenji defined it too.

“Same as any other day,” you look up from your food to glance at Kenji, “How are your wounds?”

Kenji let out a disgruntled sigh, “It’s been six months, I’m completely fine, stop worrying about them.”

You’re about to argue him on that but decide that it’s not worth fighting over, “I just want to make sure you’re ok.”

“I’m perfectly fine.”

“That’s good,” you reply slightly dejectedly, feeling as if you annoyed him. You avoid looking up at him and focused on the food in front of you.

Kenji, who was also in front of you, felt bad. Even though you weren’t looking at him, you still had those puppy dog eyes, and Kenji wanted to scream at himself.

You just cared, you were only concerned about his well being, if anything he should be happy. All he’s ever wanted was your care and now he has it and he’s fumbling hard. So he reluctantly taps the space in front of your food causing you to look at him.

Fucking puppy dog eyes, “Thank you for asking though.”

For some reason, for literally no reason at all, Kenji doesn’t go along with the saying “Thank you.” It feels awkward, and it shows with how stiff his movements have suddenly become.

“Oh—you’re welcome.” You respond with a smile as if he thanked you for finding the cure for all sicknesses.

Kenji responded with only a nod before picking up his utensils and beginning to eat. Silence settled between the two of you, you kept your head down only looking up to see how much Kenji has eaten only to meet Kenji’ eyes directly which caused you to drop your head quicker than the speed of your arrows.

You aren’t sure when it started, you think it was when you found him knocking on deaths door but it might’ve been from even before that.

Kenji doesn’t annoy you anymore. Suddenly the days went from dreading the moment you’d meet him throughout the day to waiting hopelessly for when he’d come around. You think, no, you’re sure it’s because of the promise you’ve made, it makes you feel closer to him as if he was an actual friend.

But that’s not all, suddenly, you went from only seeing him for his invisibility ability to seeing him as come kind of comfort place.

It was killing you to know if he still thought of you that way too.

Kenji on the other hand kept his eyes on you as he ate, not because he wanted too, but to make sure you didn’t choke on your food with how fast you were eating it.

“Hey, slow down a bit, you’re gonna end up choking and dying.”

And you do just that, you slow down.

Kenji tilts his head, admittedly a little worried, “So why’d you—“

“—Why did you—,” the both of you ask at the same time.

“Oh, sorry,” you say, “Continue.”

“No,” he replied quickly, “You can go first.”

You stare at him expectantly. Then you continue, “Ok,” you take a short inhale before locking eyes with him again, eyes sharp and attentive, “Why did you always follow me around?”

He widens his eyes for a second, suddenly unable to speak. Why did he always follow you around?

“You were new.”

You keep eye contact with him, hoping he’d say more but he didn’t. Unsatisfied with his answer give him a short nod and only say, “Right.”

Kenji can’t help but feel that he did something wrong by your reaction, but it was true! Well, half true.

He clears his throat, the air suddenly suffocating, “So…why’d you invite me to dinner again?”

Nervousness started to creep into your veins, you weren’t sure if you wanted to risk everything and confess or just call it night.

Little did you know that Kenji wasn’t asking for new information, but was looking for confirmation.

You mumbled something, something he didn’t quite hear.

“What?”

You mumble again, somehow even more quieter than the last time.

“What?”

“For fuck’s sake Kenji,” you grumble out, “Why did you use to invite me out for dinner?”

“What—?”

You interrupt him, “I like being around you,” you say half truthfully, “And—“ you’re about to say the entire truth but decide against it feeling self conscious all of a sudden.

“And I was hungry.”

You start to fiddle with your fingers when he doesn’t respond immediately.

“And that’s all?” He finally asks.

And you reply, “Yes,” with a heavy heart.

“Well that’s…a little stupid.”

You whip your head up, confused at his words, “What?”

He snorts, “Now you’re saying what,” he mumbles. He takes a bite out of his food before speaking again, “It’s just kind of a dumb excuse.”

You narrow your eyes at him, even more confused now, “It’s not an excuse.”

He gives you a nod fakely agreeing with you, “Yeah, I mean, the reason why I always asked you out for dinner was definitely because I was just hungry,” he nods again, “No other reason.”

You look at him suspiciously, eyes still narrowed, “Okay…”

Kenji waits for a second seeing if you’d do anything else and he internally shakes his head when you don’t, “Ah, fuck it,” he groans out, “Hey, I like you.”

This gets you to drop the narrowed expression and cause you to widen your eyes, “You—“

“Yes, like, I like you.”

You look at him dumbfounded, eyes widened and mouth dropped open. You weren’t really expecting a confession tonight so the whole thing threw you off.

Kenji, the saint that he is, kept the conversation going. With a cheeky smile he leaned forward, elbows on the table and his hands supporting his head, “Wanna try answering my question again?”

You blinked, once, twice. You dropped your gaze from him trying to recollect your thoughts and the ability to form coherent thoughts.

“Um,” you begin, “I…”

“Mhm,” he hummed egging you on.

“I like you,” you say almost as an exhale. You close your eyes for a few moments feeling like you just ran a marathon.

A smile formed on Kenji’ face, one unbeknownst to you, but it was stifled by him as quickly as it came. “That doesn’t really answer my question though,” he playfully tsks.

You slowly open your eyes, your entire body feeling warm. You raise a brow, giving him the silent question of what do you mean?

He shakes his head as if he’s disappointed as he leans closer to you, “Still doesn’t tell me why you asked me out for dinner.”

You slowly tilt your head, “It’s because I like you.”

“Yeah, well a lot of people like me sweetie,” he tilts his head to the side mirroring your body language, “However not everyone asks me to get dinner with them.”

You’re sure he’s teasing you judging from his tone and how he mirrors your own body, but you play along nonetheless, “Because not everyone has romantic feelings for you, Kenji, not like me.”

“Oh,” he teases, “So you have romantic feelings for me now? What happened to the nimrod I knew just a few months ago who never wanted to spend time with me?”

You roll your eyes, your composure quickly coming back to you, “Doesn’t matter.”

“No?”

“Kenji,” you say as you close your eyes again, getting affectionately annoyed, “Why are you teasing me?”

“What would you rather me do, sweetie?”

You groan at the term of endearment, your brain getting mushy at the thought of being intimate with him, “There’s a lot I’d rather you do.”

“Like?” He asks, egging you on again.

You look down at his lips then back to his eyes, then back to his lips again, and you decide to stay like this.

“Kissing sounds like a good idea, yeah?”

Kenji raises a brow, “You want to make out in front of the kitchen staff?” He asks feigning innocence.

You shake your head at his sarcasm at push yourself away from the table and him. “Uh—where are you going?” Kenji asks as you get up from the table.

“My room,” you say nonchalantly as you throw away your half eaten food.

“Wait,” you stop mid stride as he yelled out to you, “You don’t want to make out anymore?”

You chuckle at how those words sound coming from his mouth, “Just go to my room?”

“It’s a little difficult to not raise suspicion if I go there, no?”

You shrug, “Just turn invisible. That’s one of the reasons why it’s such a beneficial ability to have.”

Kenji opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He drops his head, nodding at your wonderful idea. “Yeah,” he chuckles, “I’ll be over in a few minutes.”

Old habits die hard, so you nod and turn around being the one to end the conversation—and you try not to run down the hall.

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f4iry-bell · 8 months ago

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Grayson x reader argument angst/comfort

dates and bags

this was supposed to be in my current series but I've decided to stop it and so it's here!! idk if it'll come under comfort tho because it's just vvv little confort but YEAH!!!!!

It has been exactly a month since things started becoming a bit serious with Grayson and her. A month of pure contentment. But it didn't last long, it was like someone was praying for them to seperated because Grayson started being distant. Everyday phone calls became text messages, text messages became one word reply or being left on read. Weekly dates or just them going out together became rare. He barely answered her calls, he'd text her ‘im bust’ after ignoring her calls. At first she believed that he was actually busy with work, after all he had his own life. But how long can one stay busy? Probably Grayson Hawthorne but this time Grayson Hawthorne has a girlfriend or whatever they are right now. A serious commitment.

It took her three phone calls and use of imperative sentences to convince him to meet her at a cafe they used to meet. Neither of them spoke much once Grayson arrived at the cafe late.

“So, how are you doing?” She asked him with a bland tone.

“Fine” He replied with an aloof tone.

“Are you sure?” She asked with her eyebrows raised.

“Yes.”

“Then why have you been acting like an asshole to me all week?” She snapped.

Grayson was taken aback by her snapping. But he kept his cool. “No need of vulgar language to resolve whatever silly reason you're mad at me for”

“Silly reason?” She scoffed.

“I don't think I have done anything for you to be this mad” He said.

“You've been distancing yourself from me and ghosting me for a week!” She tried hard not to yell.

“I told you, I have been busy. Plus, I do answer your texts.”

“No, you don't. You say ‘ok’, ‘i'll text you later’, ‘i’m busy’. You don't answer me.” She cleared it for him.

“I thought you'd understand that I'm a busy man, I don't have time for you all day”

“But you did when we met! If not all day, you had time for me for at least an hour. Now you can't even spare me a minute” She breaks down, the anger now turning into hurt.

Instead of giving her a reason, a real reason. Grayson tried to leave. “Look, I don't have time for this. I'll talk to you later,”he said.

“Screw this. Don't bother. If you even bother enough to think about me.” She stood up, grabbing her bag and taking out a bill to pay. “I'm out of this. I'm done”

“What do you mean?” He asked as he watched her move out of their table.

“You know what I mean.” With that the one romantic relationship that worked out well for Grayson ended.

She tried not to think about Grayson and how he used to treat her, she tried not to care at all so she wouldn't be hurt. But she failed every time. It has been exactly four days since she called it off and blocked his number, not that she was expecting him to call or text. At 1 in the morning someone knocked on her apartment door. She walked out of bed and started to think whether or not to answer the door, it's 1 am, who could it be?

Sighing she opened the door just 3 inches to see who it was while holding a broomstick behind her. She was surprised and angry to see who it was.

“Grayson?”

He smiled. “Hello, love” She can smell the alcohol in his breath.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, and she noticed he was still holding a flask. How much did he drink?

“I missed you” He looked at her how he used to.

“Well keep missing me, cause I'm not talking to you. Go back to your place” She said and was about to slam the door but stopped when he gagged like was going to puke.

“Sorry about that. Anyways, you look so beautiful,” he commented with a cheeky smile. Her anger only grew.

“Did you drive here?” She asked and he nodded. “Are you stupid? Driving while you're this drunk?” She asked, followed by an annoyed scoff.

She shook her head and asked him to book a cab and go back to his place again, when he tried to get closer to her he almost lost his balance.

“You're so frustrating.” She said and grabbed his arm to help him inside her apartment, she helped him to sit on the couch and went to grab a glass of water for him. When she came back he was drinking from the flask again, she snatched it from his hand and handed him the glass. “Drink this”

“Thank you” He drank it. “Shouldn't you be mad at me?” He asked.

“I am.”

“Then why are you offering me water?”

“So you can sober up and leave”

“Wrong. Because you're nice,” he said. “Too nice. Too pretty, too adoring, too passing, too considerate” He kept going.

“All that and yet—” Grayson cut her off mid sentence by talking.

“I told my brothers about you” He said. “And what happened”

“What did they say?” She tried not to think that Grayson told his brothers because he thought he messed up.

“They called me an idiot” He smiled.

“You are”

“I know. They also said you deserve an explanation. I guess that's why I'm here”

“Go on, explain”

“Like I said, you're just too good. Too good for me, I don't deserve you but I decided to be selfish when I asked you out. But I started to panic because I was getting attached to you, I thought this would just be a fling but it was becoming so much bigger. It wasn't supposed to be like that for me, I can't stay selfish for a very long time. If you know my family history you'd hate me.” He explained.

“You think you don't deserve me? Grayson, I'm not special. And that is no excuse to distance yourself from me. Do you know how much you've hurt me? And I don't care about your family history, I liked you for you. You as an individual.”

“You liked me? You don't like me now? I understand. It was a false hope for thinking you'd still like me, I did act like an asshole to you” He let out a fake chuckle.

She thought for a moment before speaking. “I still like you, you know. You can't dislike someone just like that, especially someone like you.” She said.

Grayson blinked “You do?”

She nods.

“Does that mean you'd be willing to forgive me? My brothers said I should at least try and ask you for another chance” He asked.

She rolled her eyes. “First of all you didn't apologise yet.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For pushing you away because I hate myself and can't allow myself to have nice things”

She sighs. “It's gonna take a lot more than a drunken apology.”

“So you'd be willing to try?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

She shrugged. “Now come on, let's get you to bed.” She said and took his hand, and laid him on her bed. “And don't you dare puke on my sheets” She warns.

He moved to the corner giving her some space, she climbed next to him and he wrapped his arms around her. “Is this okay?” He asked.

“It's fine.” She said, totally not bothered by his touch.

After five minutes of silence she spoke. “You know, you deserve to be loved. I don't why you think you don't, but you're a nice person, Grayson. And if you let me, I might fall in love with you”

“Thank you for saying that. Also, take back what you said earlier.” He said.

“What?”

“When you said you're not special. Because you are, to me.”

She turned to his side. “Don't sweet talk me. You owe me multiple dates before I officially forgive you”

“Just dates?”

“And a bag, maybe.”

“Dates and bag it is then”

She smiled. “You're really good at pushing people. But this better be the last time. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am”

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Heart’s Munition

Chapter 4

Pairing: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x Maid single mom!reader

Word count: 6.9k

Warnings: mentions of blood, hospital visits, mentions of a seizure, Elijah being a lil shit (in a cute way of course),

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“Where is she?” Steve demanded an answer through gritted teeth.

“She’s resting in her room.”

“Why didn’t anyone call me sooner?”

Steve took the stairs two at a time. He was furious and someone would be paying for this soon enough.

“You had that meeting with Hansen. If I remember correctly you said to not disturb you because you wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. Also the doctor was with her anyway.” Bucky said as he followed Steve up the stairs.

Steve didn’t knock, he just slammed the door open. Peter sat at the foot of the bed and jumped at the sound.

“What the fuck?” You said as you walked out of the bathroom. “Can you be more careful?”

“Who did this?” Steve ignored your question and looked from Peter to Nat, who was reluctantly laying in bed.

She had been cornered while she was alone. Now Nat was a good fighter, even one of Steve’s best. She also had gained his trust a long time ago, along with Bucky and Sam. So whoever did this knew her abilities to defend herself and still managed to get the upper hand. That wasn’t good, it meant his people were being watched.

“You know who it was. They were sending a message. If they can get to us, they can get to you.” Nat said between pained breaths. She looked bad. Black and blue bruises all over her face and chest. She had a cut lip and a few scratches as well as one eye shut due to the swelling.

“We’re going to send a message back. Do you know who actually did it?”

“It was Quentin Beck.” That was all Steve needed to hear before he was out the door. Bucky again followed closely behind.

“Do you need anything else Nat?”

“I’d like to sit up a bit more.”

“Sure thing. Peter, come help me.” You moved around the bed and helped her sit up while Peter added some pillows behind her.

“Thanks. Peter, could you get me my gym bag, it’s in the trunk of my car.”

“Sure thing.”

Peter hurried out of the room and Nat looked over at the nightstand and then around the room.

“Have you seen my phone?”

“You didn’t have a phone on you when you were brought in.”

“Fuck. Ok, you need to tell Steve they probably have my phone. Go.”

You say a quick ok as you hurry down the stairs and into the hallway that leads to Steve’s office. He’s yelling orders, you can hear his voice by the stairs. It takes you knocking a few times before Sam opens the door. The tension in the room is palpable.

“What?” Steve snaps.

“Nat wanted me to tell you that she thinks they have her phone.”

“Fuck. We have to go now. Someone call Jensen and Stark, let them know they need to burn the phone.”

Everyone starts walking out and you ask them to be safe. You close the door before Steve can walk out and the glare he sends your way would make anyone flinch but you don’t.

“Get out of my way.”

“Listen I know you’re angry but you need to calm down.”

“Calm down? Are you serious? One of the people I swore to protect almost died and you’re asking me to calm down?”

“Yes.” You say in a soft and almost sweet voice. “If you go out there blinded by rage how many more people will end up hurt? They’re already pissed enough as it is, you can’t afford to lose anyone else.”

You see his demeanor change slightly. He’s still angry but he’s reigning it in.

“Also if anyone else ends up hurt I’m going to be pissed as fuck.”

The corner of his mouth lifts a little. The smile is barely there but you’ll take it.

“Even if it's me?” He asks.

“Meh- depends on how injured you are.”

He smiles this time but it’s gone just as quickly.

“Be safe out there and make sure you kick some ass.”

“You’ll take care of her for me?”

“You know it.”

Steve nods in your direction before walking out and you sigh. It was barely morning and the chaos of it all was already giving you a headache. But you marched up the stairs again and checked up on Nat one more time before starting on your regular duties.

When your work day ended you waited about half an hour and no sign of Steve or his men. Dom and Coulson both nagged until you left.

You had been asleep for maybe half an hour when your phone rang. With Eli getting worse you were sleeping less. So you were in a bad mood as you answered the phone.

“What?” You didn’t even know who you snapped at.

“I’m sorry for calling at this time but we need you at the house.”

“Coulson? What happened?”

“I’ll tell you when you get here. You’ll be getting paid four times your regular pay.”

“Uh- I need… I need a few minutes.”

“That’s fine. Dom will pick you up.” He didn’t wait for you to reply.

“Fuck.” You mutter as you dial Mrs. Fields number and ask her to stay with Elijah.

****

“What the fuck happened?” Your eyes grew wide as you took in the living space. There was blood everywhere. The floor, the walls and the furniture. It’s like the fight had happened right there.

“They just got back not too long ago. No one is seriously injured but we need to get rid of the blood. Boss only trusts you and that you won’t say anything.”

“Of course not. Before I start with the cleaning, does anyone need anything?”

“Probably some steady hands. The adrenaline is wearing off by now. They’re taking care of their wounds.” Coulson informs you as he nods towards Steve’s office.

****

“It’s gonna hurt baby but I’ll be quick.”

“I’ve heard that before.” You hear Bucky say with a chuckle.

“You guys are together?” You ask from the door.

Both Sam and Bucky turn to the door, the latter turning red immediately. Sam just gives you a small smile.

“You didn’t know?” Sam asks.

“Didn’t have a clue, you guys are cute together.”

“You hear that babe, we’re cute together.”

“I knew that already Samuel.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Anyways, what are you doing here?”

“Doing what I always do, cleaning up your messes. But I wanted to check in to see if anyone needed anything.”

“We’re good here but maybe check in on Steve. He’s up in his room. The other guys are in the kitchen.” Sam says and you just nod and leave them be. You can hear them saying sweet nothings to each other and can’t help but smile.

As you walk back out toward the living room you see Clint and Scott on one of the couches. They were beaten and bloodied too and they were getting the couch dirty. You sent a worried glance in their direction but they just waved you off as they rummaged through the first aid kit. On the stairs there were drops of blood everywhere and they led all the way to the third floor, Steve’s floor. It made you wonder how bad it had been and if this was a win or a loss for him.

You knocked at the door, where you could see a smudge of blood on the doorknob. There was no answer so you knocked again and still nothing. Worry settled into the pit of your stomach at the thought that he may be passed out on the floor. You open the door and call out his name but nothing. His clothes are on the floor by the bathroom and you hurry over and knock but don’t really wait for a response.

“Steve, are you o-oh my god! I’m so sorry.” You turn around and cover your eyes when you realize his state of undress.

“Y/N, It’s ok I have sweats on.”

“Still I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to barge in on you like this. It’s just you didn’t respond and I saw the blood so I thought you needed help.” You rushed out.

“It’s really ok, you can turn around now.”

You drop your hand and turn around, he does in fact have sweats on. How had you not noticed? More importantly, how had you not noticed the injuries he had? The longer you stare the more you realize he has tattoos all over.

“What the hell happened?” You rushed over, completely forgetting the embarrassing moment just seconds ago.

“A fight.”

“Yeah but everyone looks like shit. Did you lose?”

“Not really.”

“Well if this is you winning I don’t want to see you losing.” You say as you look up at him. “Let me get the first aid kit.” You turn and head to where Steve keeps the first aid kit. “Sit.” You motion for him to sit on the countertop.

“Why here?”

“Because my back hurts and this will be easier to reach the cuts.”

He just nods and sits where you told him to. Steve’s breathing is even until you touch him around his ribs. You think it’s because there’s pain but he knows better. The light touch of your fingers on his skin sends shivers down his spine and although he’s imagined your hands on him it was never like this.

“Steve?”

“Sorry what?” He looks down at you.

“I think you might have a concussion or some type of head injury.”

“No, I was just thinking about what needs to happen next. I’m fine.” He says but really he was thinking about how your touch would feel everywhere else on his body.

“Ok well this is going to hurt.”

You work silently the next few minutes, cleaning and bandaging him up. During the whole process you feel his eyes on you. Every move you make he watches silently.

“Ok, all done.” You put away all of the supplies and make a mental note to have Coulson refill it. “I should go and get started.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“Of course. Call me if you need anything and please rest.”

“Doctor’s orders?” He teases and you level him with your best mom glare. “Fine. I’ll rest. Maybe I should have put you out there to interrogate people.”

“The house would be less bloodied.” You murmur before pointing at the bed. “In bed, now.”

“Ok mom.”

You laughed because he sounded so childish but you noticed the way his eyes softened as you did. Like you instructed Steve laid in bed but grabbed his phone and made some calls. There was more to be done and Quentin Beck still needed to answer for what he did.

You made it home right around noon and were beyond exhausted. You dismissed Mrs. Fields and took a quick shower, thankful that Elijah was taking a nap. Instead of going to your couch you scooped him up and cuddled with him as you took a nap of your own.

The afternoon was spent in a daze. Some sleep, some tv and some food while you stayed close to Elijah. At around nine at night you get a text from Coulson telling you to sleep tight. It was code for don't leave your apartment, which meant that whatever was going on with Steve and his enemies was close to where you were.

For most of the night it was fine. You were watching a movie with Elijah but when you turned to tell him something he was slumped to the side. His breathing was shallow and he was non responsive. You panicked and dressed in your pajamas you grabbed him and your purse in order to get to the hospital.

*****

Steve and the rest of his men had taken up residence in the waiting room of the hospital. Everything had gone sideways in a heartbeat and now they were waiting for news for one of their own. He was already anxious enough but the next few minutes would leave him utterly confused.

“Help! Someone please… he’s not breathing.” Steve heard your voice, frantic and desperate as you walked in through the emergency room doors.

Bucky and Sam immediately got up and stood next to him to see what was going on. The last thing they expected was that you were carrying a child.

“Please, help him! He’s not fucking breathing.”

Your second cry for help snapped Steve into action.

“You,” he pointed at a nurse that was taking his sweet time on the phone. “Get your ass up and help her.” He got in the nurse’s face, his voice low and menacing. “If something happens to him I will end you.”

The nurse looked like he was going to shit himself. He rushed over to you as he called out for a stretcher. He asked you a few things before rushing him in to get Elijah breathing again. Steve had to hold you back from running after them.

“It’s ok, He’s getting help. You need to calm down, sweetheart.” He whispered but you still tried to free yourself from him embrace.

“Please he has to be ok.”

“Hey,” Bucky cups your face and wipes away the tears. “He’s going to be just fine.”

“You don’t know that.”

“They’re going to do everything they can, Doll. But we need you to breathe. You have to be ok when he wakes up.”

Bucky grabs your hand and places it on his chest and he takes a quick look at Steve who is still holding you. Both of them match their breathing as Steve softly asks you to do the same and eventually you calm down.

“Sweetheart,” Steve turns you around so that he can look at you. Your eyes are red and your cheeks are tear strained. It breaks his heart to see you like this. “Who is that? Is he your little brother or something.”

By now he had pulled you into the waiting room the rest of his men were at. They all knew you so they were concerned at seeing you so distraught.

“He’s my son.” You say in a low sad voice.

Steve was left speechless and so was everyone else. Never in his life did he imagine you to be a mother but a lot of things clicked into place. He silently told two of his men to move to allow you a seat and of course one next to you for himself. Steve never lets you go though, he keeps you tucked into his side but you’re too upset to notice the closeness.

“You have a son? Since when?” Sam asks.

“Since eight years ago.”

“This isn’t one of those situations where your parents died and you had to take care of your little brother so now you’re technically his mom but not really?” Scott asked really fast. Steve shot him a glare over your head.

“He’s my son, my baby ok. I carried him for nine months in my belly. I have the pictures to prove it or I can show you the video of me pushing him out of my vagina if you want. ” You snapped.

“Sorry, it’s just, you’re so young.”

You rolled your eyes.

“It’s called a teen pregnancy, look it up.” Then you look at him and frown. “I’m sorry Scott I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“Ok that’s enough, everyone out. Except for Bucky and Sam.” Steve ordered, reluctantly the men left.

“Thanks.”

“No problem, sweetheart.”

He’s called you sweetheart three times in the last few minutes but you don’t say anything. Right now you relish having someone at your side. Sitting alone in the waiting room was always the second hardest thing for you to do.

“Do you need us to call someone?” Steve asks and pulls out his phone.

“No.”

“No? Your parents or your son’s father?”

You give him a humorless laugh.

“The latter broke up with me the minute I told him I was pregnant and the former kicked me out when they found out. So no, there’s no one to call.” You sighed, “Wait, maybe Peter? He knows about Eli. So does Coulson and Dom by the way.”

“I’ll call Dom, I’m sure he won’t mind coming in.”

“Wait, where is Peter? I haven’t heard from him all day.” You look from Bucky and Sam to Steve. None of them would look you in the eyes and you sat up straighter. “Why are you even at the hospital?”

“Sweet-“

“Don’t sweetheart me. Why are you here?” You ask again, cutting Steve off.

“He was shot. He’s currently in surgery, that's why we’re here.”

“Bucky what the fuck.”

“Thanks Bucky, at least you had the decency to tell me.” You glare up at Steve.

“I didn’t want to stress you out more than you already were.”

“Family of Elijah Y/L/N?” A nurse calls out from the doorway. Immediately all four of you get up.

“Is he ok?”

“Yes, we got him stabilized and we’ll be moving him to a room. Why don’t you follow me and I’ll take you to him. Only two people at a time though.”

“It’s just me.” You give the nurse a sad smile. You’ve only taken one step when someone grabs your hand.

“And me. Call me when you hear about Peter.”

Steve squeezes your hand to reassure you that he’s there for you. Both of you silently follow the nurse as she brings you to the small room Elijah is in until he’s moved upstairs. The moment you’re behind the closed curtain you rush over to his side. You take his hand and lean down to press a few kisses on his forehead before whispering that you’re there with him. Steve just stands back and watches the scene unfold. His heart aches for you and he wants nothing more than to give you some sort of comfort.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what does he have?” Steve asks after a few minutes of silence.

“The doctors don’t know what’s wrong with him or how to help. He’s been sick for about a year. We’ve tried different medicines but nothing seems to really work. He has his good days but recently it’s been all bad days. ”

You struggle to hold back a sob. Elijah’s health has been declining so quickly that you fear it’s only a matter of weeks or even days before you lose him. Steve gets closer to you and pulls you into a hug. You cling to him like your life depended on it. Even with Mrs. Fields there to help you, you’ve always felt truly alone in life. Somehow it felt different with Steve there.

Steve excuses himself for a moment and disappears outside of the curtain. Just as quickly as he left he comes back and wraps you in another hug.

The sound of the curtain being pulled back has you moving away from him. A young man walks in with a tired smile on his face and lets you know he’ll be moving Elijah. He moves around the space efficiently and soon enough he starts pushing the hospital bed down the hallway. Steve places a hand on your lower back and guides you. He doesn’t stop you from leaning into him while the elevator goes up. Your eyes are half closed when Eli is finally set up in a private room. That wakes you up and you’re quick to protest that you can’t afford a private room.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it.” Steve tells you.

“What? No way. He’ll be fine in a shared room. There’s no way my insurance will cover this.”

Steve cups your face so that you have to look at him. His expression is stern as he looks at you.

“I don’t like repeating myself, sweetheart. But I will right now. Don’t worry about it, you focus on Elijah. That’s all you have to do, try to rest so that when he wakes up you can be there for him.”

“Fine,” you murmur before looking at the clock on the wall. “I can squeeze in two hours of sleep before I have to be in.”

“Be in where?”

“For work?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Steve mutters, looking st you completely dumbfounded. He has never met anyone that has made him go through so many emotions in such a small time frame.

“No, I have to work. I need the money.”

“Fuck the money, Y/N. As of this moment you are on paid leave and you don’t come back until he’s out of this hospital.”

You shake your head. “I can’t accept that.”

“Well you don’t have a choice.”

You both start whisper yelling at each other now. Steve grabs you by your arm and pulls you outside of the room.

“I do and I’m going into work.”

“And who is going to be here when he wakes up?”

“My neighbor, she’s his sitter when I’m at work.”

Steve rubs a hand over his face. The situation hits way too close to home. The only difference is that now he has the power to do something and he won’t take no for an answer, even if he knows you’re stubborn as hell.

“If you had to choose between you being here or the sitter being here if money wasn’t an issue, which one would it be?”

“Me obviously.”

“And I’m giving you that opportunity. Please, don’t think about work or about your paycheck. I will pay you, I promise. Just be here for him. I promise you there won’t be anything that will make your kid happier than you being the first person he sees.”

Your eyes well up with tears again as you look from Steve to Elijah’s frail form on the bed.

“Ok, but only for a few days and then I’m back at work. I don’t like just taking money, I have to earn it.”

“For fucks sake woman. How about you take a week and then we’ll talk about it.”

“One.”

“This isn’t a negotiation.”

“One day and I’m back at work.”

“Five.”

“Two.”

“Three,” he gives an exasperated sigh before shaking his head. “Three days and we will talk before you even think about working again.”

“Fine. Also you have to let me know how Pete is doing.”

“Deal. So is this what Peter found out when I had him follow you.”

You nod as you walk into the room. At the other end there was a window seat that doubled as a bed. There was a pillow and a blanket already folded and ready for use.

“I begged him not to tell you.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want anyone to threaten Eli so that they could use me against you. I don’t want to put him at risk, I take a long way home just to make sure I’m not being followed.”

Steve’s hands were on his hips as he listened to you. That wasn’t something you should have to worry about when all you were doing was working to try and give your son a chance to live.

“Why not work somewhere else?”

“Because people don’t like to hire single mothers. Before I started working for you I had to work two to three jobs and I barely ever saw him. When I found the job posting as a maid I just went for it. It was enough that I could quit the other jobs and even get an apartment. But then he started getting sick and well here I am.”

He just nodded. It felt like he was watching memories from his childhood replaying right in front of him.

“I don’t need you to feel sorry for me or anything. I’ve managed just fine.”

“I don’t feel sorry for you. I admire you even more now.” Steve says. “Get some rest, I’m gonna head back to wait for news on Peter and Dom will be here in the morning. Anything you need he’ll get it for you.”

“Thank you.”

Steve just offers a small smile and walks out.

By day break Steve was already back on his way to the room Elijah had been set up in. He had some coffee and breakfast for you, as well as good news about Peter. Thinking you’d be awake he was already calling your name as he walked in.

“Y/N, the surgery was a success.” He stopped in the middle of the room when he realized you were asleep beside Eli’s bed. He frowned when he saw you hunched over sitting on a chair while holding your son’s hand.

Steve was surprised to find your son looking back at him. He placed the coffee and breakfast down on a table and moved the other side of the bed.

“Hi Elijah, how are you feeling kid?”

“Are you my doctor? You don’t look like one.” Eli asked in a hushed voice as he sized up Steve. He looked frail but tough.

“No, I’m your mom’s friend.”

“Wrong.” Elijah furrowed his brows. “My mom doesn’t have friends. And she doesn’t have a boyfriend either, so you’re not that.”

Steve chuckled but then cleared his throat when he saw Elijah was glowering at him.

“Well I’m sure she does have friends. But anyways, you can call me Steve and I'm your mom’s boss.”

“Oh, and you brought her breakfast?”

“Yeah. Is that bad?”

Eli shook his head. “No, but I’ve heard mom tell Mrs. Fields you’re an ass. So that was nice of you.”

Steve couldn’t help but laugh at that. Elijah was a little copy of you, especially that mouth of his.

“So how are you feeling bub?” Steve sat down as he waited for an answer.

Elijah looked from Steve to you and back. A certain kind of sorrow that no eight year old should ever experience crossed his eyes.

“My tummy hurts and so does my head. But really I’m worried about ma.”

Steve’s eyes softened as they looked your way.

“She’s barely been sleeping. I know she checks in on me while I sleep. And I know that she was probably really scared last night.” His lower lips trembled. “And I’m scared too.”

Steve’s heart ached for this kid. He knew exactly how he felt, having to spend so many nights in the emergency room with his own mother.

“Scared of what?”

“That I won’t get better and then ma is gonna be all alone.”

If mob bosses cried this is where it would happen. Steve had to look away for a moment and compose himself.

“Well, I’m not going to let that happen. I’m gonna make sure you see the best doctors available. But I need you to promise me something.”

“What?”

“That you’re not gonna give up. Even when you’re in pain or extra sick, you’re gonna keep fighting.”

“I promise.”

“Good.” Steve smiles. “Now, how about you wake her up and I’ll have the food reheated.”

“Ok.”

Steve stood up and grabbed everything. Just as he headed toward the door he could hear Elijah calling you softly. With a look over his shoulder he could see him gently caressing your face.

****

You stirred from your very uncomfortable sleeping position and were greeted with a very happy Elijah.

“Eli.” You smiled as you sat up and stretched. Immediately you felt the ache in your body from having fallen asleep the way you did. It didn’t matter though, your sweet boy was awake and that’s all you could ask for. “How long have you been awake?”

“A while.”

“Then let me get a nurse.”

“One already came by. I asked her not to wake you up. She didn’t say much, just that everything looked fine.”

“Ok, well I’ll ask when someone comes back. Did they say you can have breakfast?”

“Yeah, it will get delivered at the regular time.” Eli nods.

“Ok good.”

You smile again at him and stand to kiss his forehead. As you pull back you hear footsteps and assume it’s a nurse.

“Good you’re up.” Steve says as he stroll in. “Got you breakfast.”

You just looked at him for a moment. Surprised by the kind gesture you give him a quick thank you before taking what was in his hand.

“Elijah, this is my boss.”

“Steve, I know.”

“It’s Mr. Rogers to you.” You corrected.

“I told him he could call me Steve.”

“When did this conversation happen?”

“While you were drooling on your arm.” Steve teases. You send a playful glare, the exchange making Elijah giggle.

“How is he?”

“The surgery was a success.”

“Oh good.” You breathe a sigh of relief.

“What surgery?”

You looked over at Elijah wondering if you should tell him or not. “Peter got hurt. He had to have surgery but he’s ok now.”

“Oh, can we visit him?”

“I’ll see what we can do.”

There was a little knock on the doorframe and you all turned to see Bucky and Sam. They both had their arms full of bags and smiles on their faces.

“Good morning.” Bucky said as he walked in and proceeded to dump all of his bags on the window seat. “Hey kid.”

Elijah just looked at you waiting for an explanation.

“Eli, this is Bucky. My friend.”

“But-“

“If you finish that sentence you’re gonna be grounded until you’re 30.”

“You never told me you had friends. Why haven’t I met him before?”

“Because we’re new friends, kid. I also work with Steve and we’re best friends.”

“And him?” Eli motions to Sam who was also placing bags on the seat.

“I’m Sam. I’m also friends with your mom and with Steve.”

“What about Bucky?”

Sam and Bucky look at you to see if you were ok with Elijah knowing.

“Sam and Bucky are partners, baby.”

“Like cops or like boyfriends?” Eli asks.

“Like boyfriends.”

“Ma?”

The tone of his voice let you know he was about to destroy you with whatever he was going to say next. You frowned by m but answered anyway.

“Yeah?”

“If guys can have boyfriends now, you’re never gonna get one.”

Sam, Steve and Bucky started laughing and Elijah seemed very happy about it. Even if it was at your expense.

“Do you want your mom to have a boyfriend?” Bucky asks as he looks at Steve with a smirk.

“Maybe, but he’d have to go through me first. And I’m not gonna make it easy for him.”

“And now you have us and we’ll help you.” Sam adds.

“Ok, I think that’s enough about me. What did you guys bring?”

“Gifts.” Bucky announces with a smile. He moves over to the pile of bags and starts to walk some over to the bed. “These are ‘get well soon’ gifts. From your new uncles, kid.”

Elijah’s eyes were wide as he looked through the bags to find legos, remote controlled cars, a drone, another video game console, more video games and gift cards. He was so excited the nurse had to come in and check on him because his heart monitor was showing an increase in his heart beat.

“Can I keep it?” The question had been directed at you.

All eyes were on you. It wasn’t that you necessarily wanted to take these things away, you just wanted Eli to learn that not everyone would be as giving. To not expect everyone to just give him stuff, that sometimes he would have to work for what he wanted. Before you could say anything Steve caught your eye. He nodded with a small smile, silently telling you to let Eli keep everything.

“Of course you can, baby. You heard uncle Bucky. They’re ‘get well soon’ gifts. Now what do we say?”

“Thank you.” Eli beams.

“You’re welcome.”

Bucky and Sam move to sit beside him and the three of them start playing with some of the toys that are already on the bed.

“We’ve lost them.” Steve says jokingly as you walk to stand beside him.

“They’re gonna teach Eli everything I don’t want him to know aren’t they?”

“Yup.”

“I'm going to completely blame this on you.” You quip.

“I’ll take full responsibility. But while we’re here, I had them bring you some things too, so that you can freshen up if you want.”

Steve had started motioning for the other bags on the seat across the room when the monitors attached to Elijah started beeping erratically. He slumped backwards and he was unconscious on the bed.

“Get the toys off the bed.” You tell Sam and Bucky. The four of you move quickly and remove the last toy just as the nurses and a doctor walk in.

“Get them out of here.” A doctor instructs, referring to you and the guys.

Steve puts his arm around your waist and pulls you out of the room while you fight to stay beside Elijah.

“They need their space to work.” He mutters in your ear.

You stop trying to get out of his hold, it’s the only thing that’s keeping you up at the moment. Steve turns you away from the hospital room and into himself. Your silent tears make their way onto his dress shirt but neither you nor him seem to care.

“Ms. Y/L/N.” A doctor calls out as someone wheels out Elijah. “We are taking him to have some scans done but at the moment we think he may have suffered a seizure.”

“A seizure? But why is it happening?”

“It's only a possibility that it’s a seizure. We’ll do our best to find out what’s going on. We’ll bring Elijah back in about an hour or so.” He says before he walks away.

You just stood there, trying to process what you’ve just been told. This was just another symptom in a long list of things that had been happening to your son.

The men looked at each other unsure of what they should do. It was heartbreaking on so many levels. First, seeing a child so sick and with no answers was enough to soften the heart of most. Second, you yourself were fairly young and having to go through something like this wasn’t easy. Add to it that you were working for a very dangerous man and it added to your stress. Third, you were all alone from what they had learned. Well not anymore, I’m that moment Steve had decided that he was going to be there for you no matter what. He didn’t know that Sam and Bucky had spoken about the matter as well and they were willing to provide you support in whatever capacity you needed it. Whether it be emotional, physical or financial. Right now it was emotional and Bucky was the first to move and bring you into a hug and let you cry into his chest.

3 days.

That’s how long you had been in the hospital. 3 days and still no closer to any answers. Elijah was stable enough to be discharged and around noon Sam was waiting in front of the hospital in an SUV to take you home. He had already packed up everything for you the night before and taken it down to the house, all you had to do was walk down with Elijah and the nurse that was pushing the wheelchair he was in.

“There he is.” Sam smiled as you walked out the main glass doors. “Ready to leave this place little man?”

“Yeah, I just want to go home.”

Sam looks at you confused. The plan was to stop at your place to grab some things and then stay at Steve’s place for a while.

“Baby, we’re only only going to stop by the apartment so that I can get a few things. We’re staying at Steve’s place for a few days so that I can work.” You remind him.

“Oh ok.”

Sam gives you a sympathetic smile and helps get Elijah in the car before opening the door for you to get in. The drive is quick and before you know it you’re in your apartment grabbing a duffel bag and placing some clothes in there for yourself and Eli.

“Y/N?” You hear from the front door.

“In Eli’s room.”

“There you are child. Who is that man that has Elijah? He didn’t let me get close enough to say hello.”

“That’s Sam, he’s a friend from work.”

“My dear, where are you going? Did something happen to Eli?” She watches as you move around the room.

“Nothing new. My boss said I could stay at the house for a few days and keep Eli with me so I’m just packing a few things.”

“What, couldn't he give you the time off?”

“Yes, he was more than willing to give me the days off but I didn’t want to. So we compromised. I’ll see you in a few days ok. Could you lock the door on your way out? And call me if you need anything.” You say over your shoulder as you walk out and head back to the SUV.

****

Eli fell asleep on the ride to Steve’s place. So when you got there you grabbed him while Sam and Bucky grabbed your things. At the sound of Dom’s voice Steve steps out of his office and heads to the living room to find you with Elijah in your arms. God, you looked exhausted.

“Let me take him.” Steve says in a quiet voice as he grabs Elijah from you.

He nods his head in the direction of the stairs and you follow him up. You had agreed to stay on the second floor but he just walked past the hallways and up another flight of stairs, his floor.

“Steve. I thought we agreed that we would stay on the second floor.” You whisper.

“I changed my mind. I want you close in case you need me.”

He gets to the top of the stairs and heads to the left hallway. It’s still on his floor but there’s some distance. Steve nods towards one of the doors and you open it so that he can walk in. The room is huge as most of the other rooms are. This one has been prepared especially for you though. Elijah’s new gaming systems have been hooked up to the tv. There’s a basket with some self care products in it for you. Some new pajamas for both of you and the other things that Sam and Bucky had bought and taken to the hospital. Everything was neatly arranged and all you had to do was rest. This was a dream and it was why you were against it.

Going back to your small one bedroom apartment is going to be difficult. Especially for Eli since you know everyone will want to come by and spend some time with him. Bucky had even started a schedule so that everyone had time to hang out and not overwhelm him. The only type of support you’ve had since he was born was Mrs. Fields and you weren’t sure if it was that you were tired or your honest gratitude or a mixture of both but you wanted to cry. Actually you did cry, silent tears as you watched Steve lay Eli down and tuck him in. You had never seen him be so gentle and you asked yourself why couldn’t he be Eli’s dad. He would be a great father, you just know it.

“C’mere.” Steve startled you out of your daydream as he hugged you. You leaned into it, desperate for any kind of comforting touch. “It’s ok, just let it all out.” He rested his hand on your back and moved it up and down soothingly.

“I’m such a mess, I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. Why don’t you take a bath and then a nap. It might help you relax. I’ll have Dom send dinner for you both.”

“Oh it’s ok, I can go down and get it.” You say quickly but Steve just shuts the idea down.

“Nonsense. He already volunteered to do it.”

“Ok.”

Steve smiles and turns you toward the bathroom. “Go relax, you deserve it.”

“Thank you, for everything.” You say over your shoulder.

“It’s the least I can do.”

****

Later that night, before Steve goes into his room he can’t help but check in on you. He knocks softly but with no answer he decides to just open the door. The sight causes his chest to tighten. With the light of the hallway he can just make out your form on the bed fast asleep. Elijah clings to you like a koala with his head on your chest and your arms wrapped around him tight. As if he would disappear if you let him go.

Steve has decided then and there that he will do everything in his power to give you the answers that you so desperately need. The best medical team and treatment to make Elijah better and if you let him he’d give you so much more. But he knows you’re stubborn. He also knows that the way to get you to agree to anything is to include Elijah in it. Steve would be lying if he said that little boy hasn’t already stolen a piece of what he thought was his cold dead heart. But like mother like son and you’d both weaseled your way in there even when he promised himself he wouldn’t let something like that happen again.

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milawritesstuff · 2 years ago

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That one scene in sex education between Adam and Eric, it was so fucking hot when they were enemies, here is the link if you haven’t seen it https://youtu.be/7kkVoQPT0SU, pablo gavi smut of it but instead of school it’s like you are on rival teams and then one day are admitted into the same team, also a universe where girls and boys play together <3

A/N: Ok I combined these two and kind of switched it up a bit from the requested. Hope you like it.

Warnings: Smut

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You rolled your eyes as the whole table laughed. Your eyes met with Gavi’s who had just finished saying a joke that truly wasn’t even funny. He quickly noticed your reaction and made a face at you. You flipped him off and returned to your food.

You had known Gavi for years, first meeting him when your club went to play in Barcelona against his. He hates what you were from Real Madrid. You were kids when you first met and a lot of your friends had left for other clubs and for that reason you were the one he didn’t like. Every few months your group would get together, this time it turned out was in Madrid since Gavi had traveled with his team for a clasico.

-So who do you think is going to win?- He asked you as he raised an eyebrow. You scoffed but he didn’t let you answer. -Actually, I mean, by how much do you think your little team is going to lose by?- He asked with a laugh.

-We’ll see tomorrow, Gavi. Don’t come crying when Vini kicks your ass.- You taunted him knowing how easy it was to rile him up.

-It’s Pablo for you, I already told you only my friends get to call me Gavi.-

You rolled your eyes. -Half of Spain calls you Gavi, what are you talking about?

-But they’re my fans. And you’re not.- He responded.

By this point the rest of the table had turned to other conversations completely tired of yours and Gavi’s constant bickering.

-I would be crazy to be a fan of such a child.- You said despite being his age. He looked at you angrily. -At least I have fans.-

The next day you were at Santiago Bernabeu for the clasico and couldn’t believe Real had lost. You didn’t want to see Gavi because he would be even more obnoxious after the win. You tried to leave right after the end of the game but as you were walking to your car you heard him behind you.

-You are a sore loser, you know?- You turned around to face him. -What do you want, Pablo?-

He shrugged his shoulders. -I just wanted to see your face.- You looked at him confused. -Don’t get any ideas, I wanted to see your face after losing.-

You rolled your eyes. -I would be ashamed after winning the way your team did.- You blurted out trying to get back at him.

Before you could say anything he pulled you by the arm and into a nearby closet where they kept balls and other equipment. The closet was lit by the small bits of light that streamed in through the door cracks.

-What the hell, Pablo.- You felt as his body came close to yours.

-Why do you hate me so much?- He finally asked. His light brown eyes looking down at you. You put your hands on his chest and tried to push him away.

-What are you talking about? You’ve always hated me. Since the day we met you won’t stop calling me names, telling people I’m not good, calling me a niñata, telling me I’m ugly.-

You heard him chuckle.

-Fuck you, Pablo.- You finally said. He continued to giggle as you grabbed some balls that were nearby and threw them at him.

-You wish you could.- He said.

-Ouch!- You heard him yell but you didn’t care. You were letting your anger out. Throwing everything at him including balls and cones.

-You’re so cocky. I don’t understand why half of Spain is so in love with you when you’re the most obnoxious person I have ever met.- You continued your rant.

-I’m pretty sure it’s more than just half of Spain.- He said causing you to become even more angry. You had nothing else to throw at him and all you could do was begin to slap his chest.

Suddenly you felt his body come closer to you and he grabbed your wrists stopping your assault on him. In a swift move he turned you and him and you were now pushed against the closet door.

Your arms over your head as he continued to grab onto your wrists. His face now close to yours and you could feel his breathe on you.

-Tell me you don’t hate me.- He said. You rolled your eyes. -I can’t lie.- You said point blank.

He stared at you. You gulped trying to keep your tough girl act up but you were failing miserably. Maybe you did like him, maybe he wasn’t so intolerable. No. No. This is Pablo Gavira, the boy you have hated since childhood.

As a million thoughts ran through your mind you were startled by his lips attacking yours. -Pablo, what the fuck.- You said causing him to pull away. His eyes looking down at yours. But as the two of you stood there now you were the one who pushed yourself onto him so your lips could meet.

His body tumbled closer to you as he let go of your wrists finally and you felt his hands on your waist. Your back against the cold door.

You felt as his hands now traveled to your ass pushing you closer to him, your middles pressing onto each other. -Jump.- He said and you didn’t hesitate. You wrapped your legs around his body as he continued to kiss you.

He was still sweaty and somehow that turned you on even more. His mouth went from your lips to your neck. Your hands around his head. Your eyes closed feeling as he nibbled down your neck. -Pablo.- You moaned and you could feel him smiling.

His mouth traveled down south again and he was now on your breasts leaving small nibbles on what was exposed from your shirt. Before you knew it he had taken his jersey off and managed to take your pants down. You tugged at the waistband of his shorts and he pulled them down allowing them to fall at the base of his legs on the ground.

As he continued to kiss you, you could feel his tip touching your entrance. -Tell me you hate me.- He said in between kisses. -I hate you so much.- You said.

His hands around your ass holding you up and in one swift movement you felt as he entered you. You moaned in pleasure. -I hate you so much Pablo Gavira.- You said again. His hands grabbing onto you with so much strength you knew you would have bruises tomorrow.

You could feel him thrusting into you. Each time going in deeper and hitting your spot. Your hands now wrapped around his neck trying to give yourself enough momentum to move on him.

His mouth went onto your breasts as he took one into his mouth. It felt like pure heaven.

-I’ve never hated someone like you.- He said as he whimpered. Your bottom lip in between your teeth trying to hold in any noise you wanted to make because his thrusting was driving you wild. He moved one hand away from your behind and slowly caressed your lips causing your teeth to let you.

-I want to hear you. I want to hear how much you hate me.-

He pushed into you one more time and you felt a wave of pleasure travel throughout your body. You held on to his neck and moaned one last time. -Pablo.-

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castielmydarling · 1 year ago

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Suptober 2023-Day 4: Nimbus

I Can See You-850 words on AO3 or below. Summary: Dean is hit with a spell to see what's in front of him

“Dean!” Cas shouts running to where Dean has collapsed.

Sam approaches the witch, gun drawn. “What did you do?” he yells.

“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” she pleads. “He’s fine. It’s just a simple spell so he can see what’s in front of him, so he can see that I’m good, I’m not a threat. Not all witches are evil. You know that better than anyone.” She cautiously gestures at Sam. “I can see the magic coming off you. I tried telling him it wasn’t me but he wouldn’t listen!” She says angry. “So, I did the only thing I could think of to show him I wasn’t evil. I’m not lying. I didn't kill those people!” She yells frustrated. Fucking hunters.

Cas helps Dean up. “Are you ok?” He asks, worried.

Dean rubs his head. “Yeah no thanks to this bitch.” He says. When he looks at her he sees it. A shimmering light surrounds her, almost like she’s walking through fairy dust. A quick glance at Sam reveals the same, not as much or as bright as her, but it's there.

“Well?” Sam lowers his weapon a degree but he’s ready to take the shot at Dean’s word.

“Yeah, yeah. Your auras match. She’s telling the truth.” He grunts.

The witch breathes a sigh of relief. “It’s not actually our auras you’re seeing…” she starts before Dean cuts her off.

“I don’t give a fuck what it is!” he yells exasperated. “Sam, get her out of here. Find out what she knows.”

Sam puts his gun away. “So what is he seeing?” he asks as he walks her away. Dean might not care but he’s interested in what kind of energy he’s giving off.

Cas is still holding on to Dean worried. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just feel a little sore. Her so-called simple spell really knocked me out.” He looks at Cas for the first time since being hit, he takes a step back. “Woah.”

Beautiful white light shimmers and glows around Castiel. A halo of intensely bright light is concentrated above him. It almost hurts to look at him but Dean doesn't want to look away. Like a moth to a flame he reaches out to touch, afraid and excited at the same time.

“Dean?”

“Do you always look like this?” He says in awe.

Cas looks down at the same outfit he’s worn pretty much the entire time he’s known Dean. “Since I first took Jimmy Novak as a vessel, yes. There have been a few wardrobe changes, this coat is not the original nor is the tie. And I suppose this body shows typical signs of aging due to my inconsistent levels of grace.”

Dean laughs. “No. I mean the light that’s around you.” He says, mesmerized. “Your halo, it’s…it’s so beautiful.” He finally reaches up to touch it. He can see his hand go through it but he can’t feel anything.

Cas rolls his eyes. The spell. He remembers now what the witch said. Show him what’s right in front of him.

“Yes, Dean, I always look like this. And it’s not a halo. You must be seeing some residual side effects of my true form contained in a vessel on this plane. The spell must be bringing it to light, so to speak. It's temporary, I assure you.”

“But I like it.” Dean pouts. He waves his hand through the halo again. “Can you feel that?”

Cas laughs. “ No. I wasn’t even aware this was happening. It’s just particles, like fairy dust. It’s not a part of me.”

“I don’t know” Dean can’t stop touching the halo even though he can’t actually feel anything. “This halo seems pretty Angel-like to me. A ring around an angel's head? That’s a halo.” He takes a step back to look at Cas and the area around him.

“Now what?” Cas asks amused.

“I’m looking for your harp.” He steps closer to lift up the trench coat.

“Dean, for the last time I don’t have a harp.” He says laughing. “I do not know how to play any musical instrument.”

“I don’t know, you keep insisting your halo isn’t a halo so I thought you might be lying about the harp.” He teases.

He brings Cas in, kissing him deeply. His eyes are closed but he can see the light getting brighter. The kiss even feels different.

“How long do you think the spell will last?” He says breathless.

“I don’t know.” Cas replies. “While she said it was a simple spell it must be pretty powerful if you can see my essence. I would say at least a day. Why?”

“Good. Let’s get back to our room. I want to see what else you’re hiding underneath all these layers.” He says grabbing the coat and suit jacket. Not even getting to the dress shirt or undershirt Cas is wearing. He really does wear too many clothes for his own good. He pulls Cas along toward the Impala, forever grateful they now book two rooms when they hunt.

“Seriously, Dean. There is no harp.”

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spider-biter · 2 years ago

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Fuming

Poe Dameron/fem reader

Summary: Poe Dameron is fuming. But you always know just what to say

Words: 2.3k

Requested: nope!

Warnings: none! just fluff :)

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“I know you must be angry Poe, but this is what I believe to be best,” Leia said.

Angry?

No.

Poe Dameron was fuming.

With that walked out of the command center with his head hung low. Anger was radiating off of him in waves, tainting the air around him. He could feel the stares, the whispers, the cadets in his way parting like the forest did when he flew too low.

One bad call and now he’s grounded for 2 weeks??

Fuck that shit.

He stomped off base and into the forest surrounding it. His brain swirled with thoughts. Ways he could’ve argued better, what he could’ve said, what he could’ve done to demand that the general listens to him. He didn't even care where he was walking, just as long as it was away from base.

Poe Dameron usually respected orders. He listened, followed them to a T. That’s what made him a good soldier, a good captain, and especially a good commander. But everyone knew that if he thought it was stupid, he would say so. Disputing the order until a compromise was reached. But there was no compromise on saving his squadron's lives. And that’s not something he’d apologize for.

Looking up he realized where he had walked to. Around a 10-15 minute walk from base was a clearing in the jungles of Da’Qar. Your clearing.

You didn’t mean to show it to him, he simply followed you to make sure you were okay (Of course he said it was because he was worried you were about to trade resistance secrets to the Order, but that’s besides the point)

Months and months ago, you had stalked off base after your commanding Lieutenant had yelled at you in front of the entire hangar. He doesn’t remember much about what you did, only that your superior was only angry that he couldn’t have taken credit for it. He still remembers the way your hair whipped around with the wind, looking like it was about to attack the lieutenant itself. The fury in your eyes was enough to keep him from intervening from fear alone.

When your lieutenant had finally dismissed you, and you had left, all he remembers feeling is guilt. He could’ve stepped in, shown this support, been on your side. Sure he didn't outrank your lieutenant, but he was Poe Dameron. He could have done something.

It was tension filled silence that lingered in your wake.

Until you were out of earshot he should add.

The entire hangar had erupted into talking, everyone having something to say. But no one went after you, even to just see if you were ok.

So he did. Through the vines & sticks & roots. He knew you were too in your head to notice the noises of another person behind you, but he couldn’t hide his small ‘what the fuck’ when he stumbled into the clearing.

It was beautiful. The cascade of trees gave perfect shade overhead, the flower vines drifting down, sprouting beautiful flowers of different shapes and sizes. There were patches of the native mushrooms, a few bushes of elderberries, and patches of flowers. He noticed a patch laid right against a tree, having looked planted. He tucked that away to ask about later. The ground was soft, but you had taken a nature blanket that they used for missions and threw it down. The clearing was truly picturesque, right out of a storybook his mom would’ve read to him when he was younger.

Your head snapped in his direction and immediately berated him with (albeit reasonable) questions. Then you guys started to argue, and given that you were already wound up & Dameron was still a cocky Captain with the inability to actually say he cared about you, it wasn’t that hard to start.

‘Why are you here?’ ‘Why is your lieutenant pissed at you?’ ‘That’s none of your business’ And so on. But then, you were yelling and you let out a defeated sigh, and he suddenly felt something crack.

“It’s just. I’m so tired. Of the late nights, no sleep, scut missions, and- and now my goddamn lieutenant despises me- and- and it’s just. all too much…” you sat on the ground with your head in your hands, breathing in and out. You didn’t mean to let such a hidden part of you slip, let your voice shake in front of him. You guys were coworkers, maybe friends if you stretched. But you’d be lying if you said his face wasn’t captivating, his drunk voice bouncing in your head during the silent nights you worked on your ship, his laugh flipping your stomach. Even BB-8 loved hanging around you when Poe was off base, a secret tightly kept between you and the droid.

After your emotional and accidental confession, He sat down next to you, hearing you softly sniff trying to will the tears away. He stared off into the jungle for a couple of seconds before sighing. “Yeah. This really does fucking suck sometimes.” he looked over at you.

He still remembers the way your eyes softened, a wall coming down as you looked at him.

“You think so too?”

“Always. I mean we get all the grunt work of commanders but none of the recognition. And not to mention that it’s a fucking war we’re fighting. Its terrible out there-”

And that’s where the 2 of you sat for the rest of the day. Talking, laughing, crying. It was the first time you felt like you didn’t have to be the strong one & the first time he felt like he didn’t have to be so.. you know.. Poe Dameron.

It became your spot together. Him on the left, you on the right. It was a friendship that eventually turned into something more. You’d come here to hang out, talk, just sit. It was a space for emotions and long conversations.

He laid down in his spot, his eyes trained on the sky.

His brain was now filled with questions. Why would Leia do this to him? After all he’s done for the resistance? All the friends he’s lost, all the years of his life he’s sacrificed to take down the New Republic??? A forced sabbatical???

His brain was working overdrive to try and make sense of Leia's decision when he heard the rustling of plants. Instinctively he looked over to the noise. And then he saw you

You looked slightly frazzled, evidently having just arrived back on base yourself. Your hair was messy, you had faint dark circles under your eyes. You probably wanted nothing more than to hit the fresher and take a nap. Instead you cleared your throat. “May I join you?” You asked Poe.

Even though you, to put it frankly, looked like a mess, all anger and thoughts about his demotion went away when he looked at you. Sweet, kind, funny, beautiful you.

It was the night before you left when the 2 of you laid in your room together, letting the moonlight filter through your window. You were reading the mission file one last time, one hand scrolling, the other playing with Poe’s hair. He laid softly on your chest, doing something on his own Holopad. He clicked it off and stared at the ceiling, a deep sigh coming out through his nostrils.

“Baby?” You asked, turning off your own pad and setting it on the nightstand.

A couple of beats of silence passed, prompting your brain to fill it with the worst case scenarios of what he could say.

I can’t do this anymore

There’s someone else

I’m actually working for the first order in secret and I’m about to stab you! Surprise!

But Poe surprised you by kissing you knuckles, slowly and tenderly

“Stay alive for me. Ok?” He asked, rubbing circles on your hand. You could tell he was thinking about how dangerous this mission was going to be for you. But you had something to come back to. And you would be damned if you let the First Order take another thing away from Poe.

“Always” you managed to choke out. God I love him, you thought.

But back to the present, Poe honestly didn’t want to speak to anyone right now. But then you looked at him with concern etched on your features and he simply nodded, and looked back at the sky.

You laid down, to his left like before, and stared up at the early morning sky.

“I take it you heard what happened” Poe said after a few beats of silence.

You snorted. “Poe, I think the Hoth base already knows what happened,” you grinned. “This year’s cadets…. You'd think you sold resistance plans to Kylo Ren himself the way they gossip.” You smiled.

“It was one stupid, stupid call. The only life put at risk was my own, for the safety of the Squadron.” He felt his anger rise.

“Poe baby, I think that’s why you’re grounded,” you gently said.

“Why? Every time I get in that cockpit, I risk death. Nothing should differentiate me from the other pilots who make stupid decisions.”

“Poe nothing is. If a cadets stupid decision would’ve taken out one of the best pilots, strategic leaders, and morale booster in all of the resistance they would be grounded too. A cadet deciding to jump hyperspace and having to be towed back to base just isn't the same.” You argued.

Poe sat silently, taking in your (true) words.

The 2 or you sat in the silence of the forest. The sounds of the native wildlife filled the quiet. Poe, angry at the rest of the world and you for being so right, didn’t want to speak. You, slightly frustrated that Poe doesn’t understand the severity of his actions and that he simply doesn’t comprehend the amount of love and admiration people have for him.

After 4 minutes of silence you finally broke it.

“On Emperia, we always believed that after you died, your heart would be weighed against the universe on a set of scales.” Poe's anger quickly melted away to shock. You never talked about your home planet, keeping it a closely guarded secret. Everytime someone mentioned it, it was like you were thrown back in time. Still a defenseless child when your entire civilization was eradicated.

“If you carried love and empathy, and had the love of others in your heart as well, we always thought it would be heavier than the universe. Love and kindness being the strongest forces in all of the galaxy.” You explained.

You turned to look over at him, propping your head up with your hand. “Poe Dameron, your heart might just be the heaviest thing ever created.” You stared at him in his eyes as he smiled. You matched it, laughing lightly. “I’m serious!! Poe, every single person on this base admires you. There is not a single cadet or recruit that doesn’t know about the legendary Poe Dameron. Hell, even other resistance bases have tried to get you to be restationed there! And even the goddamn Order knows that the Black Leader is the best pilot in the whole galaxy. You’ve taken down AT&T’s single handedly. Saved hundreds of lives. So of course the leader of the Resistance herself doesnt like it when you nearly kill yourself in the field.” You looked him in the eyes.

“I'm not telling you to immediately forgive Leia but I’m simply saying that Leia has reasons behind everything she does. She’s led the resistance for 20 years now. She shouldn’t have embarrassed you like that, but you have to admit, you were being a dumbass.” You reasoned.

“And how would you know??” He retorted

“Please! You think Karé doesn’t constantly send me updates from base?? I wouldn’t be able to survive without her drama summaries in my inbox during every mission.” You laughed.

Poe laughed at the sky before he felt your warm hand on top of his. He turned, meeting your sincere eyes.

“So many people care about you Poe. This entire base would take a blaster shot if it meant that you made it out alive. They all care and love you, Dameron.” You said.

“They?” He asked, smiling.

“Fine. We. But me the most.” You smiled, letting a light laugh slip out. You kissed him and instantly Poe Dameron felt better. He swears that you heal him better than any Backta product ever could.

Breaking the kiss, you kissed him once more on the forehead. You got up, his eyes following you. Holding out a hand for him to take, you gave one last piece of advice. “So don’t be a dumbass. Ok?”

He sat in silence for a few seconds. “Ok, ok. I’ll try to stop being a dumbass.” He took your hand. He surprised you with the force he used, using the momentum to yank you close to him. Immediately his arms snaked around your waist. Poe Dameron. Ever the player.

“But you gotta tell me when the Gold Leader became so good at pep talks.” He laughed. You rolled your eyes and linked your hands together behind his neck.

“Someone gave me a really good one a couple of months ago.” You smirked, kissing him once again.

Listen, you were gone for a whole 2 weeks. How could you not have missed your man? And you felt your stomach flip knowing this was only going to be the beginning of it all.

“Huh. I wonder who that could’ve been.” He flashed you his signature smirked before you rolled your eyes. You took his hands from around your waist and led him back to the base, mumbling something about the both of you desperately needing a shower.

On the trek back, Poe thought of how you shared such a vulnerable part of yourself for him. And when you looked back, the gold specks in your eyes shining with sunlight, calling him your flyboy, Poe Dameron could add another emotion to the long list of them that he felt today.

Love.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron x gender neutral reader #poe dameron x you #Poe dameron x reader #Star Wars x reader #Star Wars #Star Wars fanfic #Oscar Isaac #Oscar Isaac fanfic

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sergeantsarga · 5 months ago

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Me and my friend ( @aziormin ) recently started talking about Aki and Sarge having a heart to heart moment on Discord, I said that I would write my idea on here and this is what this post is about! I hope you enjoy!

[Blue is Aki, red is Sarge, pink is Mini, and black + (( can be their actions]

(Sergeant Night is bailed out of jail by Dr Thomas Light, he is forced to babysit Aki Light.

“So, uhhh….how are you?”

(Night doesn’t respond.)

“Night? Breakerrrrrrr?? Breakie?”

(Night clenches his fits and teeth at Aki by calling him “Breakie”.)

“You good? Cat got you’re tongue?”

“Shut up.”

(Night said through gridded teeth, Light chuckles and smiles.)

“Why are you so rude? Cheer up, bud!”

“Ugh….I don’t wanna….”

“Why not? It’s fun to be nice and happy! Or are you a bit too old for happiness?”

(Night gets upset by that comment.)

“Shut up! I’m not even as old as you probably think, I’m only 29!”

(Light seems a bit surprised by that.)

“You are? Dang, I would have thought that you were in you’re 30s or 40s!”

(Light chuckles again.)

“You aren’t funny, robot.”

“Pfft! You’re right, I’m HILARIOUS!”

(Light laughs a little.)

“AUGH!!! Just shut up! Stop being so annoyin’!”

(Light stops laughing.)

“Sorry, sorry!….how was you’re day today, Breaker?”

“….Not sure why you wanna know that but it’s been okay, I guess.”

“Geez…he’s such a party pooper! Why did you’re dad even let him out?”

(Mini is whispering.)

“Shut up!”

“Excuse me?!”

“W-Wait!! I didn’t mean you, I was….just…..uhhh….I have a rat in my hair that can speak!”

“….What?”

“….uhhh…I don’t know how to explain it.”

“And I couldn’t care less about it.”

“….Why are you always so angry and rude?”

“That’s none of you’re business!”

“You can tell little ol’ me about it! I promise I won’t tell ANYONE!”

“My answer is still NO.”

“No it isn’t! You said “that’s none of you’re business!”, you just said it!”

(Light painfully (and sort of accidentally) mocks Night’s southern accent, this makes Night even more upset.)

“Oh my gosh….just be quiet!!”

“Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaasseeeeee!!! I won’t tell anyone in a MILLION years! It’ll be a secret between us both, forever and ever and ever and EVER!!!”

“Stop it, Aki!”

“Hey, you called me Aki! This is the first time you’ve called me Aki! Good job!”

(Night looks over at Light as he pats Night on the back, Night flinches when Light does this and Light notices it, he stops smiling.)

“You….you good, buddy?”

“Y-Yeah…and don’t do that without warnin’ me!”

(Night’s voice cracks.)

“Oh! Yeah, heh….sorry, dude!”

“….hm.”

(Night pouted and looked away, he didn’t like being randomly touched.)

“Are you really ok or are you just-“

“Stop tryin’ to get into my business. That’s nothin’ YOU wanna know and somethin’ you shouldn’t know.”

“….I’m just curious about you. You’re always so rude to everyone and you’re always yelling and complaining about robots and humans. Why are you like this? Did something happen to you that made you this way?”

(Night fake chuckled and sighed, he stopped pouting.)

“You’re a needy one, Aki. Stop tryin’ to get into my business and you should probably get whatever homework you got done!”

(Night faked another chuckle as Light let out a real one.)

“I’ve already done it! Now, cmon, tell me something about yourself! You have to talk to someone about you’re life!”

“Do you think anyone in Silicon City would listen to a person like me? I bet even you’re dad would laugh in my face and call it all bluff if I told him!”

(Light nudges Night with his elbow.)

“Not funny! My dad isn’t mean! And…wait, why would he call you’re life bluff?”

“Uhhh….forget it! It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Breaker, are you good???”

“Yes….just…..actually, no. I have to be honest now….uhhhh…..sorry, I guess.”

(Night looks away.)

“Hm. Hey, watch out!”

“Huh?!-“

(Light suddenly hugs Night, he pats his back a bit, Night was about to complain but he didn’t, he liked the hug and it made him a bit happy….he then teared up, he wasn’t used to being hugged. He slowly started to cry, he couldn’t help himself now.)

“I-I’m sorry for cryin’! I didn’t mean to do this!”

“It’s okay….it’s okay….it’s okay, Breaker.”

“Holy shit…”

(Mini whispered again.)

“Just let it all out, Breaker, it’s okay.”

(Night hesitated for a second but then, he started to sob, Light rubbed and panted his back.)

“I hate everythin’ that happened to me! I want it to go away and never come back! Why couldn’t I have a good dad when you get to have one?! I-I’m not tellin’ you anythin’, you wouldn’t understand!!!”

“I know, but I never said that you had to tell me.”

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cryingatwindermerepeaks · 2 months ago

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Little Daisy Jones pt.4

Daisy regresses in the studio with Billy for the first time

I’d recommend reading parts 1, 2 & 3 first but this also works as a stand alone!

Tw: fighting, age regression (don’t like, don’t read!)

Word count: 1518

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“Daisy? Have you got anything new?” Billy asked, looking up from his notebook. They were supposed to be working on the next song for the album, so far all they had were the lyrics “Why I floated, why I reached towards the moon,” which in Daisy’s defence she’d come up with. Unfortunately however, after that all she had were scribbles and poorly drawn flowers.

“No,” she huffed, Billy peaked over to her notebook and Daisy blushed, quickly snapping it closed and hiding it from his sight. Billy sighed irritatedly.

“Daisy, I know you’re still new to this whole ‘working together’ thing but you do actually have to focus,” His tone was mean and his raised voice made Daisy’s tummy ache. “We’re never going to finish this album if you’re off doodling all day.” Daisy didn’t think that was very fair - she’d come up with the first lyric anyway. “Daisy? Are you even listening to me?” He snapped, he sounded so angry and it made Daisy want to cry.

“Sorry,” She murmured, looking down as tears burnt in her eyes. It wasn’t her fault! She was too little for this and she just wanted to go back to Karen. Billy’s face instantly flickered with regret as he saw the tears burning in Daisy’s eyes.

“Don’t cry Daisy, it’s fine. I’m sorry I yelled. I’m just tired,” He sighed, rubbing his forehead. It was too late though because there were already tears pouring down Daisy’s cheeks. She wanted to go home. Or hide, she really wanted to hide. She could feel Billy’s eyes on her and it made her skin crawl. Everything felt like it was all too much, he could not see her like this. Quickly, she jumped from the stool she’d been sitting on and slipped into the small gap between the armchair and the wall, curling her knees up to her chest and burying her damp face against her hands. The firm pressure on either side of her shoulders was comforting, nothing could hurt her here.

“Oh shit.” Daisy could hear Billy’s footsteps approaching and she lifted her hands up over her mouth, she had to be very quiet l, maybe then he would forget she was there… ok yeah, maybe he wouldn’t. “Daisy?” Billy called out gently as he knelt in front of the gap. Daisy pushed herself right back against the wall, her head was thrumming uncomfortably but the cool wall against her back was soothing. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Daisy frowned, rubbing harshly at her damp cheeks.

“Sorry, I’ll be good,” she whined, gnawing roughly on her thumb nail. Her other hand traced the ribbed green pattern of the sofa. It was rough against her fingers, grounding her.

“You weren’t bad, I just,” He sighed tiredly and Daisy could recognise the exhaustion in his body. “Julia just didn’t sleep very well last night, I’m sorry I took it out on you.”

Daisy frowned, looking up at him. “Karen gets grumpy sometimes if I don’t sleep, it’s ok,” She offered, reaching out to pat his shoulder. Billy gave her a confused look,

“Karen?” Daisy nodded with a soft hum,

“She needs lots of coffee in the morning, have you had coffee?” Daisy questioned innocently, shuffling onto her hands and knees so she could crawl out of the small space.

“No…” Billy looked confused, Daisy wasn’t very sure why - maybe he preferred tea? Billy wasn’t so scary now that she really thought about it, he was kind of just like Karen - who wasn’t scary at all - just a bit rougher and he kinda smelt funny if she was being honest.

“I want some juice,” Daisy shrugged, “maybe you could get some coffee?”

“Yeah, ok,” Billy nodded. He looked less confused now which Daisy assumed was a good thing.

He followed her wordlessly to the little kitchenette just outside the recording room. It wasn’t much, just a small fridge, a microwave and a coffee machine. Daisy kinda wished she could use her sippy which was in her bag but she wanted Billy to think she was grown up. She opted for a plastic cup because then it wouldn’t matter too much if she dropped it, still she held it with both hands just in case. Billy followed her advice and made a coffee which made her beam with pride as she sipped her apple juice on the small sofa.

“I’m sorry I made you cry before,” Billy apologised as he sat down on the couch next to her. Daisy just shrugged, she didn’t really want to talk about it again.

“It’s ok, lots of things make me cry,” She didn’t want Billy to feel bad, it wasn’t his fault she hadn’t been paying attention. She began picking at the knee of her jeans, nervously. “M’ sorry I’m not very good at working together,”

“Oh kid, no,” the name felt foreign from Billy’s mouth and made Daisy squirm uncomfortably like he could see right through her - of course he could. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Did you write any lyrics?”

“A few, nothing amazing,” Billy shrugged.

“Can I see?” She thought maybe if she saw his lyrics she could probably build something off it.

***

Billy had a few lyrics scribbled down, they batted around with wording and a few riffs for a bit but Daisy grew bored quickly. She began chewing on the bottom of her pen which Billy quickly discouraged.

“You done?” Daisy nodded. She dropped her notebook next to Karen’s keyboard, lightly tracing her fingers over the keys. “Daisy?” Billy questioned hesitantly.

“Yeah?” She looked up at him, lacking his usual hair of confidence.

“What happened before? When we fought?” ‘We’ was probably a bit of an understatement, to Daisy’s memory it’d just been Billy yelling at her. Still, she trusted Billy - enough - or at least she wanted to.

She looked back down to the Keyboard, it felt almost as though her hand on it made her closer to Karen. “Sometimes… when I’m overwhelmed or really just a lot of the time I suppose. I regress back to a younger age, mentally. I didn’t have a great childhood, you know, not much of a real one at all. Karen usually takes care of me when it happens.” She tried to make it sound nonchalant, like if Billy completely dismissed her it would matter at all.

“Ok.” He nodded, clearly confused but at least he didn’t sound angry. She looked up finally, walking down her anxieties. Billy was watching her, his eyes were gentle. It didn’t feel like much had changed between them. Billy was still Billy, Daisy was still Daisy, the glass separating them was just losing its opacity. “Have you ever played boxes?” Billy asked with a smile, Daisy shook her head, no.

Billy slipped off his chair, patting the floor next to him and opening up his notebook. Daisy stretched out across the floor on her stomach. She reached over to her bag, pulling her small lamb stuffie out. She figured it would probably be ok for Billy to see it if he was going to play a game with her now.

***

When the rest of the band arrived later that evening Daisy was on her back in hysterics and Billy was strumming loudly on his guitar. Karen could see the childlike glimmer in Daisy’s eyes which instantly piqued her curiosity.

“What’ve you kids gotten up to today?” Graham asked, analysing the bizarre scene. Daisy smiled, standing up and hugging Karen. The constant contact between the two had become commonplace, the boys didn’t question it.

“Not an awful lot,” Billy admitted, putting down his guitar. Karen began gently tracing circles against Daisy’s arm, she could tell the girl was in a younger mind space. “We thought we’d re-record some of the drums and bass backings for ‘the river’?” Warren and Eddie nodded, going to set up with their respective instruments.

The rest of the band filed into the control room where Teddy was setting up. Billy and Graham began fussing over the sound board with him. Daisy yawned and pulled Karen down onto the couch next to her. Karen smiled contentedly and slipped Daisy’s legs over her thighs. Daisy observed the boys for a moment, Billy glanced in their direction and she couldn’t help the blush that grew at his knowing look. She’d loved when this was just between her and Karen. Not that this new dynamic was particularly bad, it was just going to take a while to get used to someone else seeing that side of her.

“Good day?” Karen asked quietly. Daisy nodded.

“I told Billy about me,” she whispered back,

“Oh?”

“I was feeling small and he got mad at me, then… I couldn’t make myself feel big again.”

“That’s ok, was he ok with it?” Daisy just nodded. She leant against Karen’s shoulder. Karen began gently carding her hand through Daisy’s hair. Graham was watching them from a distance, though she knew there was no chance he could’ve heard their hushed conversation it still made her want to wrap her arms protectively around Daisy.

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eashmo · 1 year ago

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7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 13

-Save You, Save Me-

Warnings: abuse, y/n is sort of a bad ass.

A/n: short chapter also the song doesn't really go with the situation, I just like the vibe.

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*a few days later after saving the world.*

Billy and I decided to study for our science graduation final at his house. It was my first time being at his house. His room was exactly how I imagined it. Beer cans and cigarette butts covered some surfaces, a poster of a blonde woman in just a bikini, our photo booth picture was taped on his mirror, and a messy bed that engulfed me in his smell. I was nestled in between his legs and his arms around me as he held the textbook for both of us.

There was a knock on his door “billy?” a female voice called out from the other side.

“Yeah, I'm a little bit busy in here, Susan. I got company.”

“Open the door right now!” an angry male voice butts in.

“Shit, it's my father .” Billy says as he stiffens around me. He removes himself from me getting up to open the door. I held my breath.

“What's wrong?” he asks

“Why don't you tell us?” his father says.

“Because I don't know.”

“We can't find maxine.” Susan quickly says. She notices me on the bed but doesn't say anything.

“where is she?” neil asks.

“I don't know’

His father scoffs “you don't know?”

“Look, I'm sure she just, I don't know, went to the arcade again, I'm sure she's fine.”

“You were supposed to watch her.”

Billy sighs “I know, dad. I was it’s just you guys were three hours late and, well, i’m having a study date right now, im sorry ok”

“Oh don't worry, I noticed your whore was here.” Neil sneers at me.

“First of all, don't call her that, and if Max wants to run off, that's her problem. She is 13 years old. She shouldn't need a full-time babysitter ” Billy started to yell.

Neil suddenly backs Billy into the bookshelf roughly, his hands grabbing Billy's collar. Instantly, I stood up.

“Sir, Max is actually over at my friend Nancy Wheeler's house. They are playing D&D.” I try to speak calmly, trying not to get angry.

Neil never looked at me “you better tell your whore she needs to keep her mouth shut when she is not spoken to.”

“I told you not to call her that.” he pushed his father off him.

Neil balls up his fingers in a tight fist and swung. The first punch landed directly on Billy’s right cheek, instantly turning red like his father’s face. Subconsciously Billy’s hand flew to his face to rub his cheek. Neil continued to swing.

“Please, please stop,” Billy crooked out. He put his arm up to block the next punch coming his way, and with his other hand, he tried grabbing the upcoming swing, but he missed and was pushed to the ground. Blood was dripping from his nose and mouth. He looked like he was going to faint. I tackled Neil the best I could.

“Dont fucking touch him.” was all i could get out before i was thrown off and pinned to the ground by the throat.

“You wanna fight me, huh! Think you can beat me bitch!” Neil roared out in my face.

“Not so tough now, are you? Neil dug his steel-toe boots into my torso. He lifted his foot back and brought it back into the exact spot. Repeating the motion, he stops and grabs my hair roughly, pulling me up. This causes me to scream in pain. I tried to punch him in the face, but he stopped my hand and twisted it.

“You fucker.” I spit in his face which caused him to slap mine.

“NEIL STOP!!!” Susan screamed.

Whimpers could be heard from the floor where Billy was lying, and tears started to appear in his eyes. He tries to get up when he finally does he punches his father in the jaw, Neil immdilly lets go of me.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!” he screams as he pushes his father into the dresser, Neil clenched his side. Billy turned from his father trying to see the damage on my face when he was dragged to the floor. Neil immediately on top of him throwing more deadly punches.

“Your bitch has made you a pussy.”

“Susan, call Hopper now! I screamed at her, and she ran out of the room.

“I told you to not fucking touch him.” I screamed as I hit him on the head with Billy's lamp, knocking him out cold. I pushed him off billy. I gingerly placed his head on my lap.

“B-baby.” he croaks, placing a hand on my bruised cheek.

“Shh sweetheart, I'm right here, I'm not leaving you.” I cried.

“I'm sorry.” was all he said before he passed out. Sirens were getting closer.

“y/n, please tell me what happened.” Hopper asks, but I was listening. I was watching the medics load Billy into the ambulance.

“y/n”

“Sorry what?”

“What happened?”

“Neil attacked Billy because he was trying to defend me, i tried to intervene, but he attacked me as well.'' I say quietly.

“Has Neil always done this?”

“Y-yes, but this was the first time i witnessed it” i started to cry.

“Shhh y/n, you're ok, Billy is ok. Neil will be locked up forever for this.” Hopper says, he pulls me into a hug.

“T-thank you, Hop.” I say in his chest.

“Let's get you to your boyfriend. He needs you.”

*4 hours later*

*Billy pov*

I woke up with the worst headache of my life. i didn’t even want to open my eyes. My right eye felt swollen. hissing as I opened my left eye. I glanced around, I noticed I was in a hospital room, I felt a hand on my hand looking down. I saw y/n who was beaten and battered just like me. She was asleep. Guilt coursed through me. I rose slowly and immediately regretted it. The throbbing in my head made me feel nauseous and dizzy. The movement woke her up.

“Baby?” she groans.

“Yes princess?”

“You're awake!” she smiles. God, that smile was gorgeous as ever.

“Indeed.” I tried to smile back, but I reopened a cut on my lip. She sat on the bed and gently wiped away the blood with some tissue.

“Don't smile, you idiot.” she teases to relieve some tension. I held on to her wrist as she dabbed my lip. Staring into her beautiful e/c eyes.

“I'm guessing everyone knows about my father?”

She sighs “yes they do, Hopper wants to speak to you later, but you, max, and susan are safe now. i told you i would protect you the best i could.

I chuckled “my little protector, she's a tough cookie. She saves me and the world.” I pulled her into the bed, and i groaned a little due to the pain.

“You damn right.” She kissed my swollen cheek, cuddling into my side.

“Susan apologized to me about Neil in the waiting room, she's planning on divorcing him and going to ask for custody for you, your step mom is quite nice, not the way i wanted to meet her tho.” she says.

“Yeah she's pretty cool, I'm honestly shocked that she wants me.”

“y/n, on our date, you wanted to learn more about my real mother, i want to finally tell you. My mom was the best. She supported my surfing and many other hobbies, she alwayswantedto see me happy, but one night Neil accused her of cheating on him, he started physically abusing her and eventually drove her to abandon me in order to escape. I tried to get my mother to come back home. When mom left, Neil was able to gain full custody of me, and his abuse got worse when it came to me blaming me for mom leaving. Her name was Cora, and she was beautiful. I wish I could have seen her one last time before she passed. Despite her abandoning me, I still loved her because I don't blame her.”

"i wanted to tell you about her because you told me about your brother, i want you to know that we can rely on each other no matter what happens."

she was getting teary-eyed. i held her face gently, 'i love you,' i tell her. she gives me another gorgous smile.

"i love you too."

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toad-bread · 2 years ago

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‘Shouldn’t Have Said Yes’

Paring- Enhypen Heeseung x Female Reader

Summary- You and Heeseung are fighting over a restroom(?) Warnings- mentions of using the word ‘friend’ a lot, mentions of consuming alcohol, Heesung being cocky, reader is blunt, mentions of Enhypen Sunoo Edit: I HATE THIS SO MUCH. This was in my drafts, I don’t know what I was honestly writing about. It ok cuz at least it’s something.

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“Bold of you to assume I would say yes to something like that.” Rejecting your friend’s offer to go with her to a party. “Why not! You have to get out and have fun some how.” She huffed, while flipping through your homework you were doing. “Don’t touch that, and no, I do have fun. When I pass my exams.” You mumbled. Your friend whined and kept on bugging you to go with her. Unfortunately you had enough her her antics, so she won. Slamming your hands down you looked at her while rolling your eyes. “Fine!” She jumped at your sudden outburst and blinked her eyes. “What?” You groaned, “I’ll come to this stupid party or whatever. Just so you know, I’m leaving whenever I want. Do you understand?” Your friend smiled at you and started to tell you about what to wear and what to look out for. “This guy is Sunoo, he is a walking sunshine!” She pointed at the photo she took, she somehow got. “Yeah, yeah, what’s the point of this again?” “These are the popular guys on campus. I would do anything to talk or be next to them.” She babbled. “Oh, never saw him before.” You pointed out while staring at Sunoo’s face. She gasped at you, “What do you mean you never saw him before? Do you ever have fun?” You glared at her. “Well sorry I’m not full of sunshine and rainbows.” Huffing at her you started to pack up your things. “Well I better get going. I’m getting tired by looking at these photos.” Before you can stuff your laptop in your bag, your friend grabbed your wrist. “Wait! Please let me show you one more photo, pretty please?” She begged. “Oh my gosh, fine!” She squealed at you and swiped her phone to a photo before showing you. “Here is the ace-“ “Heeseung.” “Yeah- you know him?” You grabbed her phone and pointed at him. “This- this guy is that stupid person who keeps on beating me in test scores.” “I’m pretty sure he is cold but he seems pretty okay.” “He is annoying and cocky, can’t believe women swoon up to him.” Dropping her phone you packed your laptop and the last remaining things you have. “If I see him at the party I’m going to beat his guts.” You yelled while walking away from your study area. While your friend was debating if you were actually going to beat him up.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” Your friend joked. “Yes, what’s wrong with wearing a jacket?” “It’s going to be hot in there.” “I don’t want people to look at my skin.” You muttered while zipping up your jacket. “It’s not like people are like that.” “I’ll take off my jacket at the party for a bit, how about that?” You questioned. She just nodded and pulled you to go to the party. “The hell, it smells like sweat and alcohol.” You yelled through the music. She just laughed at you while dragging you to the kitchen. “Oh please, it’s supposed to be like that Y/n!” She yelled back. “Here, you can pour your own drink if you want.” You nodded, you just grabbed what looks good to you. Turning around you saw your friend talking to Sunoo. Walking up to them you said hello. “This is Y/n! She is my friend.” Your friend smiled at him. “Hey, I’m Sunoo.” “I know.” Sunoo just smiled at you and continued to talk to your friend. You decided to go to the restroom since you drank a lot. Seeing the restroom, you walked to the door until someone pushed you. “Hey- you!” You called. The person turned around and smirked at you. “Hey Y/n, didn’t know you go to parties-” “I don’t and I got here first. You don’t push people to go to the restroom Heeseung.” You argued. He just chuckled at you and patted your head. “Your cute when your angry.” “Ohh so you think I’m cute when I’m angry? Well get ready because I’m about to be gorgeous.” You sneered. Heesung stopped patting your head and held his hands up. “Feisty one aren’t you?” “I can’t stand you.” “You can, hang out with me.” He smirked. “You have your entire life to be a jerk. Why not take today off?” He laughed at your words. “I can for you, if you hang out with me.” “Your impossible to back down.” You snarled. “Fine, I’m only doing this because this house apparently has one stupid restroom.” Pushing him away you entered the bathroom. Locking the door you sat on the toilet seat and breathed in and out. Tch. “I knew I shouldn’t have gone to the party.”

#enhypen imagines #enhypen x female reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen heeseung #enhypen scenarios

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michelleelizabethtanner · 2 years ago

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Okay last one for now I’m sorry lol I just like your takes

Why do you think Rio got the dubby back for Beth? Seems interesting that he would ream her out for going back for it but then he went and got it back for her anyway

Don’t be sorry! These are fun. Evidently I like writing book reports. 😆 Also, why do you think he god the Dubby back for her?

I think it’s because she cried and he felt bad. Which, ok, that’s oversimplified and diminishing of what actually happened, but at its heart that’s basically it. Rio is an empathetic person. Especially when it comes to acts of service for women. (This is why I think he would believe in traditional gender roles in a relationship.) He loves being the savior and shows his affection and compassion through acts of service. He’d grown to care for Beth, or at least become fixated on her enough to get significant validation from her being dependent on him, and he saw her distress as an inevitable ask for him to step in and solve her problem. He may seem like he always makes her figure things out herself, but he routinely showed her that he’s willing to step in and be a mensch for her if he felt the circumstances called for it. (i.e. the “Relax, I’ll take care of it for you” to a much lesser problem just because he felt bad she worked so hard and got all her money taken because Dean’s a moron.)

Also, she came to him to tell him her child was missing. He deescalated it for her as best he could, but he couldn’t have been sure. And I think he was able to empathize with her as a parent. If it were Marcus he would fly in there in a heartbeat and make completely sure. So he made sure for her. I don’t think he went back for the blanket. He went back to check on her kid. And once he was sure these guys didn’t have her child he decided to get her the blanket because he felt for her. Wanted to show her that he double checked and that he listens when she has a serious problem.

And look at the comparison of how the two men in her life handled Jane’s disappearance. Granted, Dean had a lot more skin in the game and was terrified himself. But he turned on Beth lightning quick. Immediately accused her of being the cause of their child’s disappearance because of the choices she’s made. Gave her no grace. Took no swift action other than to place blame. If he thought Rio had his daughter why didn’t he, as the girl’s father, turn the world up-side-down to find this man and get his child back? Why didn’t he take action? By comparison, Rio took immediate action. Got in his car and went to check for the girl. Despite knowing Beth made a bad mistake. Despite his own compromised safety because of her mistake. He yelled but didn’t accuse. He acted! Fully selflessly. That wasn’t his child. He cared enough to do the right thing while Dean just wanted to be right and stay angry. For every “Dean is a good dad” I see I just remember how Dean wanted to punish Beth more than he wanted to make sure his daughter was okay.

#the dubby #Rio can do no wrong #and Dean is always the most hated man #good girls nbc #asks #headcanon

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Chapter 29: Can we Talk About Last Night?

After my little meet and greet with Din, the night went sloooooooowwwwww! At 6 am I made my way back to our patrol post, returned my comm and weapons, and made my way out to the speeder. Stuck on the speeder was a note from Greef. “Talked to your mom for you. You should call her back though!” Ugh, yeah, I should.

I grabbed the note, threw it away and went back inside to use their long-distance comm.

“Suri to Peli. Come in Peli.” I spoke into the mouthpiece. “Mom, hello? You there?”

“Yes, I’m here! What are you getting on about having someone send me messages about you? You told me 7 days! It’s been over three weeks!” Boy, she’s upset. I just let her yell. She had every reason to be angry.

“Mom, mom, I get it! I’m sorry! I should have touched base. Did Greef tell you I got a job here?”

“Of course, he did! And I don’t know about that either. It sounds dangerous, Suri!”

“Mom, it’s a safe city. Not much happens here, not like Tatooine!”

“Ok, ok. Whatever you say, I’ll believe. So, what’s been going on? Anything fun? You didn’t kill off Din, did you? No, don’t tell me, just tell me if my little man is ok!”

Grogu is great! Din is still alive, thank you very much.” I was full blown smiling at this point. Ugh, I wanted to tell her about my predicament, but didn’t really want to involve her if nothing is going to happen. One guy is gone for a few weeks, and the one is socially special, and super dangerous!

“I worry about you too, but honestly girl, I didn’t know how well you would get along with him. I mean, you’re not like me! I get along with everyone!”

“Sure, sure, Mom. Of course, you do.”

“Hey, I have to go. Some spider head is out back, and I think he’s trying to steal something. Love you girl! Hope to see you soon!” And then she disconnected. I shook my head, oh mom, I thought. Somethings never change. I should really get back and see her in the next couple of weeks though.

I walked back out to my speeder, hopped in, and rode back to the cabin. Din was running through my head, like what would I say when I saw him? Do I go up and hug him, or just act normal? Would Grogu know something happened? And then I felt the small beat of the necklace Trevo gave me flopping on my neckline. Ugh, what am I supposed to do now? Did Din know we had kissed? Should I say something.

Seriously, years go by and nothing! Now, there’s two guys, who are night and day different, who actually liked me, and I liked them.

By the time all these thoughts went through my brain, I arrived at the cabin. I just need to sleep I thought. I hopped off the speeder, walked in and Din was in the kitchen with the kid, making him something to eat. Well, here we go, I thought. I threw my new bag, which now had a new swimsuit in it, on the sofa.

“Hey guys! Good morning!” Grogu was busy eating, who knows what, and Din was using the stove, so his back was to me. I walked slowly up to him, hugged him around his waist. “Good morning.” I whispered softly. He stopped what he was doing, removed it from the stove so it wouldn’t burn and turned to me. He took his hands, and gently held me.

“Good morning.” I leaned into his chest and gave him a big hug. “Do you want something to eat?”

“Sure, but then I have to sleep.” I sat down with him and ate at the table with Grogu. The kid actually saw me sitting there and waddled over to me. He touched the necklace Trevo borrowed to me and cooed. “I know. Isn’t it pretty? It’s a gift, but I have to give it back. It’s for safe keeping is all.”

“Where did you get it?”

“From a friend.”

“Hm, and why does this friend want it back?” I kept shoveling food in my mouth as to not have to answer. Finally, I stopped chewing and looked at him.

“He has to take care of some business on another planet and gave me it to hold onto for him for when he returns, is all.” I didn’t really make eye-contact when I said that which made what I said even more weird. I yawned and quickly stood up. “I’m going to sleep now if that’s ok.” I quickly said and dropped on the couch, as not to give him another option. Ugh, I feel horrible acting like this.

Din got up, walked to the sofa by my head, and kneeled next to me. “We should probably talk about last night.” He put his gloved hand on my head. It felt so good.

“I know. We will. I promise. Can you wake me up in 6 hours please?”

“Yes.” He stood up. I heard the door open, and they both left. I threw a pillow over my eyes and fell asleep.

“Suri. Wake up, Suri.” I felt my shoulders being shaken slightly. I blinked my eyes open, and Din was right next to my head again, squatting down.

“Hey,” I said sleepily. “Has it been 6 hours?”

“Yes.” He stood up and took my hand to help me up. I gave him a hug. He leaned his helmet onto my shoulder. “What were you dreaming about?”

My eyes opened wide. Sometimes I remember and sometimes not. “Why? Did I hurt anyone? Is everything ok?” I asked panicking, sitting back on the couch. He sat down next to me softly.

“No, no! Nothing like that. It’s just, you were whispering my Din a few times, and you had the cutest smile on your face.” I had sunk back onto the couch, turning all red.

“Don’t watch me sleep, Din! Geesh!”

“I wasn’t. I heard you say my name and I went inside to see if you needed something. I realized you were still asleep.”

“Oh, ok. No, I don’t remember what I was dreaming about.” I paused and grinned at him. “Probably me taking you down in a real fight or something! That’d explain my smile at least!” I laughed, and he sighed, getting to his feet. “Where’s the kid?”

“Pond. Can we talk now?”

“Yeah, just let me wash up quickly.” About 20 minutes later, I came out and felt totally refreshed now. I grabbed a piece of fruit and bread off the counter and walked to Din who was outside, down by the pond. I sat down next to him and started to eat.

“Feel better?” I nodded with food in my mouth. He chuckled.

He let me scarf my food down, like I usually do. I leaned back on my elbows, stretching out a bit. Din turned to look at me now. “So,” I started. “About last night,”

“Wait, can I start?” he asked quickly, cutting me off. He seemed to have something to say, which was perfect because I had no clue!

I sat up next to him now. “Sure!”

He sighed and held my hands in his lap. “Last night was one of the best nights I have ever had.” He paused. His voice sounded weirder than normal. I turned and totally faced him, realizing how difficult this was for him. He probably never has dealt with something like this before. I squeezed his hands tighter.

“It’s ok. Tell me what you want to say.” Reassuring him, everything will be ok.

“I don’t know how to be there for you. I don’t know what you need from me.”

“We can do everything at your pace. I’m patient. Your relationship with Grogu didn’t happen in one night, right?”

“No, it didn’t.”

“See, sometimes it takes time to figure out what we need from each other. There’s no right way to handle this.”

He nodded and sighed again. “I must take Grogu on a mission tomorrow. We should be back in a week. Is that ok?”

I all but laughed. “Did a Mandalorian ask me if it was ok for him to go on a mission? That’s a first!” I said teasingly. I looked at him and he was still. “You know what I want? When you are home, I would like to not be talking to a wall! I want some reaction, good, bad, or ugly! I want a small bit of sense of humor to come out of you! That’s what I want!” I all but was yelling at him. I knew he wouldn’t just change completely, but at least he knew he could let his guard down around the kid and me.

“Ok, but I’m not telling any jokes.” Wait, was that a joke?

#grogu #pedro pascal #star wars #the mandalorian #mandalorian and grogu #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #grogu djarin #mando

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