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Take A Nap

A/N: So yeah. I have a long, in depth fic for these two that's chock full of secrets and fluff and Actual Backstory but for some reason all I can write is smut. This is part two to Escapades and takes place just after the police van rolled down that hill. Also, can someone let me know if that link I tried doesn’t work? I’m still new to writing on this blue hellsite

Word Count: 1734

Pairing: Rick Flag x Female Reader [Codename Nyx, after the Greek Goddess]

Warnings: Still not really any plot, sorry guys. The plot for this is hidden elsewhere. Vaginal fingering. Semi-public sex. Dirty talk. Rick still won't shut up but he really should, though, people are trying to sleep. Choking. Uh, nothing makes sense, really? Movie innacuracies due to the fact this is now a bigger vehicle than the hippie van they were cruising around in, but the same concept still applies.

Apparently, the van was on fire. One by one they stepped from the wreckage, walking out into the road, weapons in hand. Nyx wished she could’ve taken a picture, because she was positive they probably looked pretty cool.

Disoriented. Possibly concust. But cool.

And suddenly, rolling to a stop, was the small dusty van they'd rode to town in. Abner was in the open slider door, waving them in. DuBois puffed out his chest, "Alright. To Jotunheim."

"Not yet," Rick stopped him, "There's something else we need to do first."

"Stop standing like you have an American Flag waving behind you and get in the fucking mini bus, Flag."

Nyx's voice shook him out of his reverie; he was the last one outside. He jogged to catch the bus before it began moving faster, piling in the door and sliding it shut behind him. His eyes immediately found Nyx, seated in the very back. Rick beelined for her through the others and took up the space on her right. Peacemaker called to him from a seat up, "So, where are we going, now?"

"The Mayor's mansion in town," Rick told him, "We need to get Harley."

"Oh, I miss her," Nyx mused quietly.

Oh yeah. Rick cringed to himself, remembering the three missions he, Nyx and Harley had been on before he’d requested to Waller that Harley be benched more often than not. The first had gone by fine, minimal issues. The second was better. No deaths, no infighting amongst the Squad. Nyx had loosened up around other people by then and banter even happened. And the third--

Ain’t it normally the gal makin’ heart eyes at the guy and not the other way around, Ricky?

He’d shaken his head and given Harley a stern glare for assuming things. Harley had simply given him her smuggest million dollar grin and continued about her own business and not his.

“Suicide Squad to Mr. Flag,” a hand was waving in his eyes, slowly coming into focus. It was Nyx’s hand, but Cleo’s heavily accented voice, “What’s the plan?”

Rick cleared his throat, looking among his teammates, “Peacemaker high up, across the street. Sniper for any possible danger. Cleo,” he pointed at her, “Abner and, uh… Sebastian… are around back. Take out any guards back there. DuBois scales the wall to the top, Nyx and I keep watch.”

“Question,” Nyx raised her hand up, “Why can’t we just walk in the front door?”

"That would give us away," Peacemaker told her blatantly, "Instant capture. Dumb idea."

"You're a dumb idea," she retorted, "Actually, a bad idea was bringing you along."

Whoa. Everyone's eyebrows shot up, "Nyx, what the fuck? No infighting. Knock it off," Rick's voice was low but firm with authority.

"He's-- he's got bad vibes about him," Nyx's words slurred, "I-I just don't like him."

"No one does," DuBois told her, patting the very quiet Peacemaker on the shoulder, "Everyone try to get some rest before we get to town. It's going to be a while."

The rest of the team hunkered down in their seats, leaning against their respective windows or leaning forward with their heads against the seat ahead of them. Cleo snuggled into Nanaue's side, and Peacemaker went as far as laying completely flat on his back, his thick splayed legs hanging in the aisle.

Rick reached over and tugged Nyx across the bench seat they were seated on, sliding her into his side, "What’s up between you and Peacemaker?" His voice was quiet, muffled against the hair at her temple.

She ducked away from him a little, tucking her head under his chin, "I've been with him a bit longer than you have. I just… can't explain it but I don't like him. He makes me uneasy."

Rick's thumb started rubbing circles in her hip, "So many trust issues."

"I have my reasonings," she yawned up at him, "Secret reasonings."

"Oh, I'm sure you do," he whispered, grabbing her chin with his free hand so he could look her in the eye. The dim moonlight through the window made her eyes seem almost black, "Extra secret reasonings, huh?"

Nyx leaned closer, staring at his mouth instead of his eyes, "Top secret."

Rick hummed in agreement and closed the gap, sealing his mouth over hers. He wasted no time dipping his tongue into her mouth, drinking in her moans before they could get too loud. He gently pushed on her, laying her down across the length of the seat. Rick followed her down, nestling himself between her legs. Nyx planted a foot on the seat beside Rick’s thigh as he hitched the other into the crook of his elbow, “Gonna be quiet?” he asked quietly, lightly peppering kisses down her neck. Sucking on her now-exposed collarbone.

She whined, a breathless whisper as she nodded desperately, trying to grind her hips against something. Rick moved back up, his free hand moving around her neck, “Quiet.”

He slowly lowered her leg, her boot softly hitting the floor. Rick sent a sidelong glance through the rest of the dark bus, and so far no one had moved from their previous positions. Thank God for that. What a sight they’d wake up to; Nyx spread over the only bench seat here, Rick looming over her, a hand around her throat. They’d either think he was trying to kill her, or get very uncomfortable very fast and ask him to stop.

Which, he wasn’t about to do whether someone woke up or not.

He turned his attention back to the panting woman beneath him, raising an eyebrow at the grin spread over her face. The more pressure he applied to her throat, the wider her lips spread. His right hand worked at the buttons of her black pants, “Filthy little thing,” he muttered, “There’s other people on this bus.” Rick snaked his hand down the front of her pants, stroking down her dripping sex, “All for me?”

“That is you,” she panted out, grabbing the back of his head to pull him down for another searing kiss. When he scooped his cum back up with two fingers and pushed them inside, Nyx bit his bottom lip so hard he was sure she’d drawn blood. He leaned into it, pushing his tongue on her mouth again as he worked his fingers and scissored her open.

“Quiet,” he admonished, again, pressing his free hand against her throat once more. He pinned her to the seat, squeezing his hand as tight as he’d let himself, “Gonna wake everyone up,” he breathed out, his nose brushing against hers.

Again, Nyx’s grin grew, her pearly teeth glowing in the shards of moonlight passing through the windows, “Good.”

Rick almost growled but couldn’t without fear of waking someone up. Instead he buried his face in her shoulder, “Fuckin’ filthy little thing,” he repeated, curling his fingers against that certain spongy spot he’d found that made her grind hard into the palm of his hand, “Gonna be a good girl and keep me in there?” She whined out a high pitched yes but otherwise stayed breathless, quiet pants crawling up her throat and Rick wanted nothing more than to shove his cock in her open mouth. He pulled up from her neck, almost sneering with the strain of trying to stay quiet as he worked his thumb up to the peak of her cunt, “Want you to cum all over my hand, sweetheart. Gonna do that for me? See if you can stay quiet.”

“Bastard,” was the whimper he got.

“That’s not very nice,” he told her, pressing his thumb hard on her clit. Her arm suddenly flew up to cover her face, Nyx burying her face in the crook of her elbow as Rick buried a third finger deep in her cunt, his thumb rubbing fast circles. He moved his hand from her throat, sliding it instead to her hip to hold her down as she bucked into his hand, “C’mon, almost there. I got you,” he muttered.

Her hips stuttered, low whines coming muffled by her elbow. She was choking his fingers and he had to remove one so he could keep them moving, working her through her orgasm. Rick’s hand got soaked suddenly and she went limp, her only movement coming from her chest that moved with rapid breaths, “Bitch.”

Rick tugged her arm from her face as he slid his hand from her pants, “What’s the matter, Nyx?”

“I--” she panted out, “hate being-- quiet.”

He flashed her a bright grin and tugged her pants back into place, giving her stomach a gentle pat, “You didn’t have to,” a quick peck on the lips, “But it would’ve been a bit awkward for the others. Especially when I wouldn’t stop.” Another whimper, and he raised an eyebrow at her, but simply stuck his fingers in his mouth.

“I’m going to sleep,” she whispered, dropping her hand off the side of the seat. Her knuckles brushed the floor. The other arm folded behind her head.

“I sure fuckin’ hope so,” DuBois grumbled from somewhere up front. “You two are disgusting.”

"No one told you to listen," Rick shot back, his whisper loud enough for DuBois to hear over Nyx's stifled giggles. Rick was grinning, though; thankfully Bloodsport couldn't see it.

"Someone needs to nap," Nyx murmured, a small smirk plastered over her mouth, "He sounds cranky."

“You ain't laying down there,” Rick suddenly tugged her back up to snuggle into his side, his arm draped over her shoulders as he scooted them both to the end of the seat, “Leanin’ or layin’?”

“Lay,” she yawned.

He turned and pressed his back to the window, head lolling to the side to lean on the seat. After some shuffling, she was between his legs, back to his chest. HIs arms wrapped around her, one leg from each of them on the seat and the other leg on the floor. They looked like they had the same boots on. Nyx nuzzled her head into his shoulder, “Y’smell nice…”

“I smell like jungle and sweat,” he chuckled, his laugh vibrating through her, “And blood. Go to sleep.”

And they both dozed off like that, just as they had several times before on Nyx’s couch. Their breathing evened, Nyx drooling a little onto Rick’s bicep. Rick shifted in his sleep and snugged her closer to his chest.

#Rick Flag #Rick Flag x reader #Rick Flag x female reader #rick flag smut #the suicide squad #Rick Flag The Suicide Squad #dc #dceu #suicide squad fan fiction #suicide squad fanfiction #rick flag imagine #rick flag one shot #dceu fan fiction

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riddikulus-writings · 3 years

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Currently accidentally writing a part 2 to Escapades just because the rest of the fic is escaping me right now 🙃

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Escapades

A/N: I don't write porn but the new The Suicide Squad movie has re-woken my Joel Kinnaman thirst and here we are, trying out my hand. I also accidentally wrote a part two if you want to read it here

Word Count: 1115

Pairing: Rick Flag x Reader [Codename Nyx, after the Greek Goddess]

Warnings: No plot. At all. Vague knowledge of writing sexual escapades. Choking. Slight breeding kink. Creampie. Unprotected P in V sex [wrap it before you tap it, guys!!] Rick won't shut the hell up during drunk bathroom sex. Bad pun at the end?

That’s when they found themselves crashing backwards into the small bathroom nestled in the back of the bar. Stumbling over one another in their sudden fervor to be tangled up. The second the door kicked shut, clothes were ripped off. Rick’s shirt slung over the top of the stall. Nyx’s pants slid from one leg. She was pinned to the wall, one leg slung over his hip. Rick’s grip bruising on her thighs as he moved his lips up her neck back to bite at her bottom lip. Panties shucked to the side, he slid two fingers over her the wet slit of her sex before pushing them inside and curling.

He eagerly swallowed the sweet sounds she made as he worked her open. Reveled in the way her hips rocked against his hand. One hand slid up his neck, knocked off his hat to grab at his hair and the other raked trailed down his bare shoulders. He moved to bury his face in her shoulder, “All this for me? Listen to that-- you‘re soaked. Such a good girl for me, yeah?”

Nyx whimpered something desperate and bit into his shoulder in a failed attempt to muffle her whines-- all it did was spur a growl from his chest. Rick felt her tense, could feel her release building up and he pulled free his fingers. Nyx’s head fell back, her mouth open, about to protest when he stuck his fingers in her mouth, “Taste yourself.”

Either she does or he does. He’d rather his first taste be straight from the source.

His other hand began working at his belt and suddenly her hands were there, instead, batting his away. Rick slid his hands underneath her shirt, fingertips skimming along her skin with feathery touches that became weighted to her ribs like bricks when her hand clasped around his cock.

His hips moved almost on their own as she stroked him. Rick’s eyes fell shut, mouth open. They were forehead to forehead and Nyx couldn’t help the almost evil grin she had when she heard his desperate pants as she worked him. When she slid her thumb over his tip his eyes shot back open and he hiked her leg higher up on his hip, “Keep that there, sweetheart.”

Again, she’d opened her mouth for a snarky half-drunk remark that slid to a sharp gasp when he pulled her drenched panties to the side, again, and drove himself in to the hilt in one slick movement, “Ah-fuck--”

“Yeah?” he pulled her other leg up, pressing her further into the wall, “You like that?”

She loved it. Basked in the stretch of him filling her. The filthy sounds, the almost pornographic groans falling from his lips. Her spine scraped up the wall with every thrust of his hips meeting hers and all she could do was cry out his name. He leaned in and captured her lips once more. It was an aggressive kiss, teeth and tongue and the sweet spicy tang of Fernet.

Even though the hot kisses she wouldn't shut up, her groans echoing through the cramped space. Rick smiled against her lips, "Be quiet."

"I-- can't," she gasped out, breaths jerking with every slide of his cock through her folds.

Nyx's already fuzzy world spun suddenly and she was standing on her own two feet, bent over the small ceramic sink. She was about to protest about the lack of Rick filling her senses but the idea was interrupted when her panties were ripped and he once again entered her in one full thrust.

His hand found her throat, pulling her back up against him, "All that mouthing off and it takes finally fuckin' you to shut you up?"

Desperate nods had her cheek rubbing against his stubble, "Uh-huh. Uh-huh--- yes, fuck, Rick--"

"Fuck, you're so damn tight, sweetheart." His eyes found them in the smudged mirror and he had to slow his hips to prevent from coming right then; Nyx was flushed, mouth hanging open. Eyes rolling, hair falling in her face. An evil grin spread over his kiss-swollen lips at the sight and he grunted out, "Look how pretty you are, taking my cock like this."

She didn't open her eyes and his grip on her throat tightened, pulling another desperate moan from her; another coat of her slick coated his cock, her cunt gripping him even tighter than before. "I said look."

Finally her eyes opened and both her hands moved from the edges of the sink to his forearm, fingernails digging in, “Rick, I’m gonna--”

“I got you, I got you,” he muttered, free hand finding her clit to help her through her impending orgasm, “C’mon, baby, cum on my cock.”

She did, gritting out his name in a whispered chant. If it weren’t for his legs bracing hers open, he was sure her legs would’ve clamped shut. Her whole body tensed up, cunt clenching and fluttering around him unbelievably hard as he worked her through wave after wave. At this angle he couldn’t silence her, save for the grip around her throat, but even then Nyx was quite vocal. His own release was close, his hips stuttering in their rhythm. His voice came out in a whine, “Want me to fill you up? Feel me drippin’ down your legs the rest of the night? Fuckin’ pretty little filthy thing.”

“Oh, God, please.,” she’d turned her head, nestling her face in the crook of his neck as she moved her hips back against his, “Please, fuckin’ breed me please please oh fuck--”

He pressed into her, grinding against something devastating inside her as he reached his peak, painting her walls in thick ropes as he pinned her against the edge of the sink. They stayed like that, her pussy still fluttering around his softening cock, her legs shaking. He turned his head and pressed his nose to her temple, taking slow deep breaths as he reveled in her.

Five minutes? A half hour? Their drunken haze had gotten worse if anything, but after an unknown amount of time she’d finally found her voice, “Where are my pants?”

Finally, he eased out of her, chuckling quietly. “Around your ankle.”

Somehow, getting dressed was more intimate than the previous activities. They helped each other right themselves, straightening each other out. Smoothing wrinkled clothes, flattening wild hair. Nyx picked his cowboy hat from the dark tiled floor, setting atop her own head, “This is mine, now, cowboy.”

He creaked the door open, holding it for her. Rick had to lean in extra close so she could hear his quiet remark over the loud music of the bar, “Gonna save a horse, later?”

#Rick Flag smut #Rick Flag #Rick Flag x reader #The Suicide Squad #rick flag x you #Rick Flag The Suicide Squad #dc #dceu #dcu #rick flag x female reader #suicide squad fan fiction #suicide squad fanfiction #rick flag fanfiction #rick flag imagine #rick flag oneshot #dceu fanfiction

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Mando

Just late night soft thoughts about our resident Tin Can while I think of what to write for my OC fic I’m in the progress of--

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Mando, with his dark demeanour and soft hair. Tricky personality that I can’t pin down. Mando, with his mysterious personality, and many secrets. He’s an open book about some things but locked tight on most. He’ll answer some questions, but zip his lips if I venture too far. He’s always caring about others and putting their well-being and safety before his own, whether they’re long-time “friends” or… or some strange scrapper he picked up by accident… Mando, who was stubborn enough to break through my own stubbornness and fears to see what really made my mind tick. Mando, who was stubborn enough to support my every move in life even though I never wanted him to. Never needed him to.

Truth is, Mando was… Mando. That’s why I think I picked him. He was different. A force to be reckoned with at all times, but yet so aggressively polite it bordered on abuse when he wanted to be. But… picked isn’t even the right word. It just… happened. He’s caring and loving underneath all that hefty beskar. Checking me over for wounds after a fight, protecting the kid with his own damn life. Pulling me into a tight embrace to calm me down after a particularly bad mental crack…

In all honesty, though? Yeah, I don’t think it was a conscious decision to fall in love with him. I can’t control who I fall in love with. Hell, I don’t think anyone can. But it happened. I tried to stop it, tried to ignore it, postpone it, run from it, anything! But doing that only made the longing to keep him in my life worse.

#Mandalorian #The Mandalorian #Din Djarin #Thinking of Mando #Deep thoughts #Snippet of writing

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New But Not Improved

A/N: This is my first ever time posting on Tumblr. I’m normally on AO3 and Wattpad. Bear with me.

Rogue One AU based off a doodle I’d found like 3 years ago of Bodhi and Cassian, Cassian with a robot leg and Bodhi with his arm in a sling. But Alive nonetheless. Written with an OC [technically two] because I’m not quite versed in reader one-shots quite yet.

Aiden is Krennic’s kid, long abandoned so she kind of resents him [for that and many other reasons...]

First few posted on this account will be old things I have laying around, just to get the feel of this site, and if you’re here, thank you

Warnings: slightly graphic part in the middle about panic. Will put ** before and after. Fluff? Poor writing? Um...?

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“Have you been crying?”

Aidan lifted her head out of her hands, wiping at her eyes a little as she sniffled, “No. No…” she stood, still swiping at her face, “I’m fine, Bodhi. What did you need?”

“Jazmyn did not want to leave his side, so she sent me…” he still seemed hesitant to talk to her, “He’s awake.”

Aidan pinched the bridge of her nose, trying not to pick at the stitches that ran from there, across her forehead and into the hairline of her left temple, “Bodhi-”

“It’s not your fault,” he assured her.

“It’s my fault for not telling you guys who I actually was and I’m sorry for keeping it a secret, but this is the exact reason I wanted it kept a secret,” Aidan went towards the door, where Bodhi was hovering, “I promise that I’m nothing like him and never will be, and he got incinerated but I swear if he was still alive I’d hunt him down and make him pay for whatever he did to you,” she paused mid-monologue and waved her casted and slinged right arm towards the hall, “Shall we go visit your brother-in-law?”

Bodhi cracked a small smile, “Lead the way.”

Aidan was limping, but she wasn’t limping as bad as Bodhi was, “How’re you holding up?”

“Nightmares aren’t helping the healing process,” Bodhi whispered, “But I’m faring well. You?”

“I’ve been in constant emotional and mental pain,” Aidan didn’t try to sugarcoat anything, “Not physical, though. Physical pain I can take,” though, at the time of her arm breaking in four different spots and her face getting half sliced open, she could not take the physical pain and was screaming nonstop. No tears, though, “Yeah, I can take the physical stuff. How’s Jaz? I haven’t talked to her in a while.”

“Refused to sleep until she knew Cassian was alright,” Bodhi was having a hard time keeping up with Aidan’s quick strides, “Can you slow down?” she obliged with a mumbled apology, “Don’t be sorry, I’m just slower than usual. As I was saying, Jazmyn hadn’t been sleeping until she knew Cassian was awake. Now that he’s awake she will be sleeping, I’m sure of it.”

“Good,” Aidan nodded, “Sleep is healthy for her.”

And sure enough, when they made it to Cassian’s bed in the Medibay, Jazmyn was nowhere in sight, “She went to bed.”

Aidan broke into a grin and sat down on the edge of Cassian’s bed, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug, “Good morning, Cass.”

Cassian hugged back with all his strength -- which wasn’t much, “It’s afternoon, Aidan.”

“Actually, it’s after dinnertime,” Bodhi corrected, taking position in Jazmyn’s unoccupied chair, “Which is the opposite of morning, really.”

Cassian chuckled, “Think the cantina is still open?” his voice was hopeful, “I need something to eat.”

“I’ll go grab you someth-”

“No,” Cassian put a hand on Aidan’s leg, preventing her from standing, “We’ll both go together.”

“And Bodhi…” Aidan threw a glance towards Bodhi, who was sitting quietly, watching the exchange between the two with a look that Aidan was deciphering as worried.

Bodhi stood up lifting his sling-free arm to pat Cassian on his unwrapped shoulder, but he was looking at Aidan, “We caught up before I went to get you, don’t worry, and he’ll be here tomorrow, too. I’m going to go check up on Jazmyn then go to sleep.”

Damn you for leaving me alone with him. Aidan smiled at him, “Alright, g’night, Bodhi.”

“See you tomorrow,” Cassian waved as Bodhi left, smiling wide.

“So, food?” Aidan turned her complete attention back to Cassian. Getting a better look at him, she only just realized he was shirtless, white bandages wrapping around the upper half of his torso, looping around over his right shoulder. The right half of his face was bruised yellow and purple, a couple stitches on the outer corner of his eyebrow.

“Yes, please,” Cassian nodded enthusiastically, “Could you hand me my crutch, please?”

Aidan glanced around the room until she found it, leaning on the wall opposite of her, “Of course,” she stood up, reaching out to grab it as she heard Cassian flip the blankets off his legs. When she turned around he was sitting with his feet on the floor, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the full brunt of his injuries. His left leg, from just above the knee on down, was replaced with a faded black robotic leg; it matched K-2’s colouring.

When Cassian raised his gaze from the floor, he saw the look on Aidan’s face and his heart sank, face losing all colour, “I-my leg, th-they could not-” he sounded defeated, maybe even ashamed, “Sorry.”

Aidan shook her head and went to sit next to him, handing him his crutch, “Why are you apologizing? Think I wouldn’t like the new appendage?”

“You do tend to be a little judgemental sometimes,” Cassian stood up, holding his crutch tightly under his left arm so it supported most of his weight.

“Not to some people,” Aidan slung her left arm over his shoulder, being careful of the bandages, as she prodded him in the ribs with her right hand -- well, the fingers of her right hand, with it being in a cast and all those were the only part of it she could move, “But I happen to like the new leg. Gives me a chance to talk to you more, since I’d be the one tweaking it when it inevitably breaks.”

“What do you mean inevitably?” Cassian looped his right arm around Aidan’s waist, pulling her closer -- she wasn’t sure if it was for support or not, “I am not that reckless.”

“Says the man with the robotic leg,” Aidan reminded him, leading him out into the hallway, “And that happens to be the same man who I am very sure is not supposed to be out of bed, yet here we are.”

“Out of bed does not mean danger,” Cassian quipped.

“For you it does,” Aidan poked him in the side again, getting a giggle out of him -- and therefore a giggle out of her, too, “I give you two days until you show up in my shop.”

Cassian somehow pulled her closer, so she was flush against his side, and he pressed his lips to her temple, “Who is to say I will not end up there anyway?”

Aidan leaned away from him, unable to quit her grinning. Cassian’s happiness was infectious and it made her take a mental break, “Are you feeling alright?”

“I am just glad to be up and about again,” Cassian took a deep breath as they rounded the corner to the cantina, “I now know how you feel about sitting still. I doubt I will be able to ever again.”

“Good,” Aidan’s left hand tickled at his jawline, “Someone as restless as me. Now, are you supposed to be eating?”

“Surgeries are all complete,” Cassian sat down at a table that was close to the bar, automatically pulling Aidan down on the bench with him, “I can eat the entire cantina without a worry.”

“Well don’t do that, you’ll put on too much weight and break your new leg,” Aidan wrapped her knuckles against his knee; the ringing clang it made sent a twinge to her stomach.

“Just an excuse for me to bother you, then,” Cassian wrinkled his nose at her.

“Are you on meds?”

“A lot of them, yes,” Cassian snickered, “Mainly painkillers.”

That explains it. Aidan stood up, “I’ll be right back,” before he could protest she was walking away, “I’ll get Edgar to pop by and take your order.”

She stayed true to her word, “Edgar!”

Someone poked his head out from the kitchen, “Edgar’s asleep. I’m Jamie.”

“Well you’re the same person anyway,” Aidan nodded back towards Cassian, who was staring after Aidan with a dopey grin, “Go take Loopy’s order, would you, please?”

Jamie nodded, “Yeah, yeah. Hurry back, though, I can’t make sure he doesn’t hurt himself and run the cantina at the same time.”

“He is literally the only person here, how hard could it be?” Aidan didn’t wait for an answer, just began walking towards the bathroom.

As soon as she was inside, Aidan pressed her back against the door and slid to the floor, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her head began pounding, pulse thumping in her ears as she struggled to calm down her breathing.

He’s fine. Cassian is fine. We’re all fine. She repeated it in her head, trying to force herself to believe it but it wouldn’t stick. It’d been happening so much more frequently lately and Aidan couldn’t pinpoint what the reason was.

You shouldn’t have been on that mission.

She took a shaky deep breath, bringing both hands up to cover her ears as she brought her knees up to her chest. Leg. His leg, it’s gone. His leg is gone. It’s your fault. You weren’t there.

Of course she wasn’t there; she was with Jazmyn, watching her back just like she’d promised to do.

Cassian’s leg is gone.

Like she hadn’t noticed. Aidan scrunched her eyes shut, pressing her forehead to her knees, pushing the intrusive thoughts away, ignoring the feeling of her erratic heartbeat against her ribcage as she tried to focus on calming down her breathing enough to go back out to sit by Cassian and enjoy the fact that he’s still alive.

Barely.

“Zip it,” Aidan grit out, trying to stand up. Her knees wobbled, but she succeeded, supporting herself with the wall as she moved towards the sink.

She braced herself up, hands gripping the outside edges of the sink, fingers turning whiter than said sink. Looking into the mirror, she looked worse than she originally suspected. It was the first time she’d looked into a mirror in days, and she’d wished she’d kept to that routine.

“Alright, you look terrible,” Aidan gasped out, splashing some cold water on her face. That seemed to do the trick and she snapped out of whatever she’d just thrown herself into, “You now look slightly less terrible. Now go out there and be happy, dammit.”

She could pretend to be happy all she wants, but it was hard to be genuinely happy after one of her emotional breakdowns happened.

But all the same, Aidan took a slow deep breath -- this one kind of calmed her down, even -- and swung open the door, going straight to sit across the table from Cassian, “Have you been crying?” his tone was immediately concerned.

Aidan swiped at her eyes -- sure as hell, there were tears there, “I didn’t notice-”

“What’s wrong?” he placed a hand over hers on the table.

“Nothing,” Aidan smiled at him, then frowned, changing the subject, “Have you eaten-”

“You were gone longer than you thought,” Cassian gave her a look, “I already ate. Twice. Now, what’s wrong?”

“Let’s get you back to bed,” Aidan stood up and held out her hand for him. He took it, pulling himself to his feet to adjust himself with his crutch and his grip on Aidan’s waist.

They walked in silence for a little while, just hobbling along at a slow pace, nowhere in mind to go. Cassian was the one leading, though, just like everything they’d always done together, and so he led her straight back to her quarters.

“Cassian-” Aidan’s tone was warning, but he didn’t miss the tug at the corner of her lips.

“Shh,” he shushed her and swung open the door, “You said let’s get me back to bed. There’s a bed, let’s get me to it,” he winked at her.

Aidan rolled her eyes, but all the same helped him into her room without question, ignoring Cassian’s wandering hand on her hip, “Cassian.” she warned.

His nose was buried in her hair again, and she could feel him smirk. He giggled and didn’t say anything.

Aidan sighed through her nose, shaking her head. Shouldn’t even be allowing this. He should be in the medbay, “Drop the crutch and lay down.” he wiggled his eyebrows, “Cassian, get in bed and go to sleep.” he just giggled some more and Aidan groaned, “You’re worse than a two year old, Andor.”

Cassian still had more muscle than her, drugged up or not, so it took a little bit of a struggle -- due to Aidan only having only one good arm -- but soon she had Cassian laying in bed, “There, you’re in bed now please stay there.”

Cassian’s arm reached out and hooked into Aidan’s belt loop, tugging her backwards. When the backs of her knees hit the edge of her bed, she fell basically on top of Cassian, giving him the chance to latch around her like velcro, “Stay here. Please.”

He was using his puppy eyes against her. And that voice. It was like honey dripping over the nails in her heart; painfully sweet, “Alright fine,” she laid down next to him.

Their legs tangled together -- something that Aidan could get used to, even with his slight improvement, “G’night, Mr. Andor.”

“Good night, Mrs. Andor,” Cassian hummed it out, just above a whisper, before his breathing evened and he conked out.

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