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jaidens · 7 months

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don’t call me kid, don’t call me baby, look at that idiotic fool that you made me

reader and dean maybe something angsty? i just keep thinking about dean and illicit affairs. reader is in love with him, but he doesn’t know and jokingly calls her baby and kid

illicit affairs — taylor swift

pairing [s] : dean winchester x younger!reader

SUMMARY : in which, dean winchester, only sees you as the younger hunting friend.

warning [s] : mentions of : crying, angst w/o comfort, & unrequited love. cursing x1

a/n [s] : ty for the request!!

Dean Winchester flips open the back of the 1967 Impala, rightfully known as ‘Baby’, and pulls out the supplies needed to hunt the werewolves that were terrorizing the small town. “Take this to Sammy, kid.” Dean instructs, piling the items in your arms and waving you off. You sulk as you drag your feet to take it to Sam as he researches more information on his laptop.

The Winchesters and your family had been hunting since the beginning of time. You and Sam grew up together, and you admired his elder brother. Whether that was watching him play basketball in a baggy sleeveless t-shirt and his muscles exposing in highschool. You were four years younger as well. When he was in senior year, you were just beginning your freshman year.

Shamefully, you loved him. Sam was like your brother and best friend, but Dean was different. He cared for you differently. He was more strict, but inherently you hadn't been angry about him. You couldn't tell him about your feelings; they were shoved deep down in your stomach and head. It was important in your field of work that mental health wasn't the orientation, physical health was much more dominant.

“Hey baby! C’mere.” Dean calls out to you. You turn around and walk over to him. “I want you to stay back at the motel. Get some trashy food and sleep. It's dangerous.” You frown and open your mouth to protest his directions, but he's turned away and back to make sure Baby has everything she needs for the ride down. You grumble and walk away, kicking a piece of gravel away from your shoe.

Another thing about Dean Winchester that laid heavy on you was his appreciation of nicknames. How he called Sam, Sammy. Or his beloved Impala, Baby. You were primarily known as “kid” or, his favorite, “baby”. They made you smile when you heard them, on the contrary the idea of it not having a romantic aspect that wasn't shown, hurt. You loved Dean and his antics, however they sometimes made you wanna scream in his face about how you weren't a kid, nor a baby.

Begrudgingly, you walk into the small motel room, and jump onto his couch that has more stains than a tablecloth. You turn on the TV and let it play some random movie after doom scrolling the channel list. Whenever Sam and Dean went on hunts, an unwanted feeling of worry lay in your stomach. You want to chase after them, and protect them in any way you can. They were the only family you had; after your parents had disappeared one day after going for a hunt in a foreign country.

After three hours, you began to worry even more. Usually, if the hunt was easy, it took less than two hours. You pick up your phone and type the numbers of Dean’s number in. It rings throughout the forty-five seconds, before the voicemail box begins.

‘This is the voicemail of Josey Wales. Say your message at the beep.’

You laugh at the sound of Dean’s voice, his Clint Eastwood false name, and the sound of mumbling after he hadn't recognized the box had finished. You stand up and grab your gun and knife that were sitting on the oak table. Shoving them into your bag and waistband, you walk outside to your car. It was smaller, and not as sexy as Baby, but it had worked for the time being.

You remembered the address Dean and Sam were discussing in the car, and pressed it into the GPS and started following the route. You were anticipating what would be there when you'd open the door. You park the car in the secluded area, shutting it off, taking a deep breath and grabbing your items.

The forest didn't exactly look the safest. Every branch that cracked made you flip your head around your look. The house’s chimney was puffing out smoke, and gave you a Northern Star to follow. The impala sits in the driveway, telling you that they were still fighting the creature that lurked inside of the cabin.

You walk around back and find the door, and push it open. Walking inside, you scan the area and see glass broken and other splatters of random objects that were tossed. “Kid! What the hell are you doing?” Dean’s voice fills the room and you turn to stare back at him. You gulp and he stomps his feet up to you. “Why are you here?”

“Because it's been three hours! I was terrified.” You jump to your defense, pointing at him with your finger. Dean furrows his eyebrows and lets out an annoyed sigh. He shakes his head and clasps his hands on his waist. Sam appears in the doorway, and goes to ask you the same question that you've already been accused of.

“Kid—” Dean begins and you snap.

“Stop! Stop fucking calling me kid! I’m 27 years old! For your information, I'm here because I was so scared of leaving you both alone. YOU! Of leaving you alone! Because I love you and I would die if you did!”

“You’re a great friend for showing up, Y/N.” Dean Winchester mumbles before giving you a small frown. You're attempting to catch your breath, chest rising rapidly. Then, he goes silent and walks outside. You hear his engine turnover and Sam stares at you. Your eyes are crowding with tears, pooling in embarrassment and shame. That's when you desperately wanted to hear that nickname. Even the softest whisper of it, you would be happy.

Maybe that's the thing about illicit affairs— they never stay.

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julianalvarez9 · 1 year

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acting on it / martin ødegaard

author's note: been avoiding writing smut for this man for ages. i started this back when arsenal played liverpool so it's been A WHILE. not proofread bc i just needed to get it out quick. needless to say this isn't real, don't know the real reason why they took him out so yeah, fiction :)

warnings: smut with plot. badly translated norwegian pet names (?, kinda hair pulling, kinda choking, kinda public sex (they could get walked in anytime) ¿?

wc: 2k words

summary: suggesting to take martin out of the game to avoid any serious injury backfires when he blames you for being subbed off.

"why did you tell him to take me out?".

you knew this talk would be coming, but still, the loud thud when the norwegian shut the door a bit too hard startled you. the draw was rough for everyone at arsenal, and at some point, felt almost like a loss. the players got into the dressing room with their heads hung low after clapping for the fans, and apart from some encouraging pats on the back, you didn’t really get to talk to anyone in particular.

you saw how angry martin had left the pitch when arteta decided to take him off, but he hadn’t said anything: of course he hadn’t. he was a good captain, and he wouldn’t ever question the gaffer’s decisions. at least, not publicly.

but under the anger, he knew it was a good decision: he wasn’t asking for the ball and leading his team like he used to do at every game. like he was supposed to. he knew his performance was below average, but he refused to attribute it to the minor discomfort he had during the week. he was fine during warm ups and the entire first half. he couldn’t afford to get injured now, at this point.

being seated during the last ten minutes of the match was the worst thing for him. seeing how the win slipped through their fingers felt like a knife being turned on his stomach. and even if martin knew they still had the top position secured, the lead they had against city was cut short, and they hoped it wouldn’t be something they turned to regret at the end of the line.

martin was observant, not only off the pitch, but during games, too. he frequently saw the bench, awaiting for instructions offered by the manager or movement in the sidelines, signaling some players being subbed in. when he saw you, the team’s physio, talking to arteta, he knew he would be the player to be taken off.

“you were only meant to play 60 minutes, martin. you played 80,” you reasoned. before the game, you had been consulted how many minutes was the norwegian able to play, without risking an injury. knowing martin, you were sure that he wouldn't appreciate being subbed off if there was still a match being played, but you were aware that mikel was considering the bigger picture -there were still games that needed to be won, and it would be immensely more difficult if they were without the norwegian on the pitch. you understood arteta's worries about his key player being sidelined for way too long if he were to make the matters worse.

he wasn't happy with your response, but he didn't say anything else: he stayed in the way of the door, impeding the way out, whether intentionally or not, trapping you in the room with him. the frown is still visible on his features, glooming his usual prince charming looks for something darker, almost malicious. you think that he's maybe transported back to the game, reliving again and again what went wrong, and you try to ease his worries. "not everything is your fault, you know? you have to take care of yourself first”.

he scoffed. "i'm the captain. everything is my fault".

at this point, you've grown tired. all you want to do is finish packing your things, and get home as fast as possible. but the presence of the norwegian is stopping you from completing the checklist you have in hand. "what do you want me to do, ødegaard? i’m doing my job, which is to keep you all healthy," you say, while finishing to check the last thing you had on the list, assuring that you aren't forgetting anything. you throw the little notepad to the desk, while sitting on the empty space, as martin watches your every movement like a hunter keeping track of his prey. "you can't play 90 minutes every three days: you need to rest, or you'll get a serious injury. if you have any problems with it, talk to arteta”.

you're mirroring the frown he had for the last five minutes, and martin can't stop thinking about how cute you look while trying to act mad at him. "quit the attitude. i'm supposed to be mad, not you".

now it's your turn to scoff. "you are making me mad by trying to take your frustrations on me, like i'm in the wrong for doing my fucking job".

"if you think this is me taking my frustrations on you-” his blue eyes turn almost dark gray, and martin takes big, rushed steps towards your figure, making his wider frame tower over yours. he lifts his hand, brushing a string of hair that had fallen from your makeshift ponytail behind your ear, and his hand rest softly on the side of your neck, with his palm surely covering half of your skin.

he looks for hesitation in your eyes, something that would tell him to back off, but he can't find any. instead, your breath is ragged, and you're trying really hard to keep eye contact with him while trying not to visibly shut your legs in a way that lets you ease some of the tension. "this would be me taking my frustrations on you," he corrects, now his thumb resting across your neck, restricting your airflow but just slightly.

you're not sure if you feel dizzy because this is what you wanted all along, ever since you've crossed paths with the norwegian, or due to how intoxicating you find his touch: either way, you gasp for air, and it has martin smiling wickedly, in a form you haven't really seen before. "oh, does my pretty girl like being choked?".

the whine you emit is, surely, pathetic, but it fires something inside of him. his grab on your neck is a bit rougher after hearing the sweetest sound he had only dreamed of hearing, but it’s not enough to worry you about the possible marks he could be leaving. still, you can feel it, just as you can feel the desk behind you that would not really leave you any space to escape, if you wanted to. but you don't want to, although you probably should remember where you're at, that you're working and he's a player.

the smallest glimpse of reality comes back to your senses when you hear a sort of commotion outside, and you're cut back from his spell, just barely. "martin, we-".

he hears the hesitation in your voice, and is quick to lure you back in, his kisses leaving a wet trail under his way. "i know we can't. and i know we don't have enough time. but i need this, i need you. will you let me?. the way he's whispering in your ear makes your skin flourish in goosebumps, joined by how he's nudging at your neck, while smelling your perfume, driving you mad. he realizes when the smallest whimper leaves your lips and is proud of his doing, showing by the way it oozes out of his mouth when he whispers "that's my good girl".

your hands are quick to find their way under his shirt, having the chance to feel the toned abs you've never dared to look at before while trying to keep up with the feverish kisses shared between you two. the second his mouth trails down to your collarbone, you slip a playful "eager, aren't we?" when you realize his hard on pressed against your leg. "could say the same about you," he bites back, after his leg graces your center and you're eager to rub yourself against it.

you two don’t even get to take your clothes fully before he slides into you. his right hand is covering your mouth, helping you in silencing the moans that seem impossible to contain, while he isn’t much better at keeping quiet. especially, when your hands are pulling on his blonde hair, driving him crazy. you’re coming undone under him, and martin can’t help but groan at the sight of you, a wreck for him, while taking him so well.

through his grunts, he can barely manage to warm "not gonna last long if you keep on squeezing me like that, kjaere," but it’s to no use, given that you’re still clenching on him tightly, your warm walls swallowing his length fully as he snaps his hips in and out of you in a relentless pace. the desk underneath you shakes with force, given that you’re perched against it while trying to stay on your feet.

it’s not long before your whole body is shaking under his frame, as his left hand lifts your leg up, now hugging him by his waist in an attempt to bring him impossibly closer. you let out another moan that gets muffled by the hand he still has over your mouth, and you’re grateful for it, because in your hazy mind filled with pleasure, you can’t mute your sounds as your orgasm approaches.

“where?” he asks, looking deep into your eyes to ensure you won’t be too loud, before freeing your lips to speak. your voice comes out hoarse when you reply where you want him to cum. “i-inside, please-”.

the norwegian has to crush his mouth to yours in a bruising, hard kiss, before his sounds are the ones that alert the outside world of what's happening in your little workspace. his bruising pace fails when he's on the edge, and a soft moan that slips out of you and directly onto his ear makes him lose it. he's deep into you, coating your insides which provoques your own frenzy to disinvolve.

everything gets too much for you, and you’re not sure you can wrap your mind around your surroundings, but martin keeps you afloat, holding your figure flush against him. "hey, you're okay, i'm here," he reassures, his soft touch grazing your cheek in a loving way when he sees your eyes glaze over. it's purely because of the mind shattering orgasm you just experienced, but he cares, wants to know you're okay. the gesture is intimate, certainly feels almost more intimate than the moment you've just shared, and once you reassure him that you're okay, he kisses the crown of your hair before proceeding to dress himself properly.

"you like the armband, right? i'm bringing it next time," martin shows his million dollar smile before picking his shirt from the floor, and puts it again in a quick motion, smothering the creases in hopes that no one that sees him leaving your office could figure out what went down between you two.

"already thinking about the next time, ødegaard?".

the door knock startles you both, and breaks the atmosphere previously held in the four walls. his hair is a bit messy after you pulled endlessly from the locks not even five minutes ago, but he makes a quick move to tame it, passing his long fingers through his gold strands and setting it in place, exactly how he likes it, before you open the door to find just the one person that you didn’t want to see.

"oh, i knew you'd still be here," arteta calls upon seeing you, still in the secluded area you work in. he doesn't find it weird that you remain here, knowing that you’re the first one to arrive and the last one to leave, just like he is. instead, his eyes furrow when he sees better into your eyes, still a bit glassy.

"martin, did you make her cry?".

his hands are in his pockets, trying to hide off the tent still present in his joggings. it doesn’t take him more than a few seconds to gather a believable enough excuse, and you’re kinda impressed about it, figuring that he might have thought about this more than you thought. "she was upset about the game" he explained, lips pursed without giving out much emotion, quite like how you saw him answer the interviews he did post-match. "told her to not worry too much. we'll win next time,” martin smiled, turning his stare to you now. “for you, right?".

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intoanotherworld23 · 10 months

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Pick Your Battles XII

Pairing: Reader x Bradley Bradshaw

Warnings: None

Summary: Bradley broke your heart when he accused you of betraying him, and you haven’t seen or spoken to him since. Until you are both called back to Top Gun to help with a dangerous mission that nobody’s ever attempted before

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Part 11

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The next day literally dragged on for what felt like days. Both Jake and Bradley constantly looking over at you, but neither one of them saying a word. Of course you didn’t give neither of them so much as a smile.

It wasn’t a good day of training either. Nobody was communicating with each other, and they weren’t acting like a team. Maverick and Admiral Simpson were both disappointed and frustrated. The mission was only a couple weeks away, and everyone still wasn’t learning.

Admiral Simpson was also getting on you about choosing a team leader for this mission. He suggested Jake, but you argued that he would get his entire team killed if he led the mission. It was like you were stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Today though you were completely distracted, and your head was in the clouds. Right now you couldn’t think or make any type of decision. You felt like you needed to escape from here.

Ever since that night going on your somewhat date with Jake, and running into Bradley. Only to hear the truth, and both men wanting you to choose them. It was hard and that’s why you decided to go home alone. Bradley being kind enough to drive you home.

You didn’t kiss you didn’t hug. You just said your goodbyes, and laid in bed until it was time to get up. Mind going crazy over everything that’s been happening, and wondering what you should do.

Standing next to Maverick as you watched the pilots strolling in to take their seats. Pete asking you if you were okay, and of course you lied not wanting to burn his ears off with everything that’s been going on.

Admiral Simpson and Solomon walked in with Simpson taking a seat in the back, and Solomon walking up to the podium with a stoic look on his face.

“Good morning pilots.” Warlock greeted everyone. “The mission will be operational earlier than expected. The new shipment will be delivered within about ten days time. As a result your mission has been moved up one week.”

Everyone including Maverick looked nervous hearing this news. It was unexpected and quite honestly terrified the pilots.

“But sir nobody has successfully flown a low level course.” Coyote spoke.

“You’ve been ordered to move on.” He responded complete silence filling the room.

Looking across the room you saw that Bradley was already staring at you. You could tell by the look on his face that he was worried. Instinctively you cracked a smile for him in reassurance. He mimicked you as you turned away to look back at Warlock.

“Captain.” He signaled to Maverick who now stood in his place placing his hands on the podium.

“We have one week left to focus on the most dangerous part of the mission. It’s a pop up strike with a steep dive requiring nothing less than two miracles.” A heavy sigh leaving your lips. “We need to focus on this mission, and you need to listen to every instruction that is given to you.”

Maverick looked to you to speak now making you step forward clearing your throat. Your mouth so dry it was like the Sahara desert.

“Two pairs of F-18s will fly in a welded wing formation.” All eyes now focused on you. “Team work. Precise coordination of these aircraft are essential to this missions success and your survival.”

“As you have read this plant rests between two mountains.” Pointing to the screen behind you showing a simulation of what it’s going to look like. “On the final approach you’ll invert directly into a steep dive. This allows you to maintain the lowest possible altitude, and the only possible attack angle.”

Looking at the pilots expression you could see them all twitching and fidgeting in their seats. They tried to put on brave faces, but you saw the fear behind their eyes.

“Your target is an impact point less than three meters wide. The two seat aircraft will paint the target with a laser bulls eyes. The first pair will breach the reactor by dropping a laser guided bomb on an exposed ventilation hatch. This will create an opening for the second pair.”

“That’s miracle number one.” Maverick interrupted before you could say anything more.

Some shook their heads in disbelief, and others looked around at the other pilots making sure they heard all this correctly. It sounded easier than it was going to be.

“The second team will deliver a kill shot and destroy the target.” You finished as Bradley gave you a encouraging smile.

“That’s miracle number two.” Maverick raised two fingers this time. “If either team misses the target.”

Looking over at Maverick who had a very serious expression.

“The mission is a failure.” Bowing your head down to the thought of them failing or losing their lives because of this mission.

“The mountain is a very steep high- G climb out to avoid hitting this mountain.”

“A steep climb at that speed your pulling at least 8 G’s.” Jake spoke up saying what everyone else was thinking.

“9 minimum.” Maverick responded.

“Has anyone actually ever achieved that?” Jake sounded skeptical.

“I did.” Maverick sounded proud of his achievement.

You remember that day very clearly too. Maverick pushed 10 G’s, and pissed off almost every Admiral that was watching. Laughing to yourself as the cursed mutters in the room, while some of them were chuckling at Mavericks bold action.

“To survive this mission you will pull beyond that. Even if it means bending your air frame.”

Looking over to see Admiral Simpson closing his eyes, and shaking his head at Mavericks words. You knew Simpson wanted this mission to be as clean as possible, but with Mavericks reputation you knew he’d tell them to push their limits.

“You’ll be pulling so hard you’ll weigh close to two thousand pounds. Your skull crushing your spine. Your lungs imploding like an elephant is sitting on your chest. Fighting with everything you have just to keep from blacking out.”

You could feel a lump forming in your throat at the thought of Bradley struggling in the jet. Imaging the worst case scenario. The last thing you would want is for that to happen to him, and Bradley loses control and crashes.

“And this is where you’ll be at your most vulnerable. This is what we’re calling coffin corner.” Bob looked like he was either going to throw up or pass out.

“Assuming you avoid crashing into this mountain you’ll climb straight up into enemy radar while losing all of your air speed.” Everyone now focused on the screen as they showed another video demonstration.

“Within seconds you will be fired upon by enemy SAM’s.” Those were powerful missiles and everyone else knew that too.

This was a mission that couldn’t go wrong. They don’t want to fail, but they also didn’t want to lose any pilots. That’s why they wanted the best of the best. Pilots that they felt could achieve this and survive.

“This is gonna take you and your aircraft to its breaking point.” Mavericks tone was almost like a warning.

“Sir is this even possible?” Natasha spoke up this time.

“The answer to that will be up to the pilot in the box.”

Maverick was speaking to everyone, but his words were meant more for Bradley. The pair stared at each other for a few seconds like they were having some sort of silent conversation. Maverick didn’t want to lose Bradley either, and wanted him to know how serious this was.

“We have created a flight path just like the one for the mission. You will learn this path, you will think about this path even in your sleep.” You said as confidently as you could. “First pair will be Coyote as lead pilot, and Phoenix and Bob second.”

The three pilots nodded as they were dismissed by Maverick. Watching as they were escorted to where they needed to go.

Everyone else left the room to listen in on what was going on. Jake tried to remain in the room as long as he could, but when he saw that Bradley wasn’t moving he gave up, and headed towards the door. Bradley remained in his seat as you stood there, and waited until the room was empty.

Nothing was said between the two of you. Picking at the skin around your nails out of habit. While Bradley just watched you curiously like he wanted you to speak first. Both of you had so much to say, but didn’t know where to start.

“How are you?” Bradley asked as he stood up.

“As good as one can be.” Giving him a pathetic smile. “You?”

Not realizing that the two of you were each stepping towards the other closer and closer. Like some type of magnetic force was pulling you to him.

“As good as one can be.” Repeating your words making you smile.

“How you feeling after that little speech?” Crossing your arms across your chest as you two now stood practically in front of the other.

“Nervous as hell.” Answering honestly as he wiped the palms of his hands against his pants. “Do you think we can honestly pull this off?”

“Yeah I think with the right pilots we can.” Bradley actually valued your opinion on certain things.

“Who do you think should be leading this mission?” It was a question you were hoping to avoid with him.

“Bradley come on.” Scoffing as you turned away from him.

“No seriously I want to hear who you think should be leading this mission.” Softly grabbing your hand so you looked back at him.

“Honestly.” Taking a deep breath before you answered. “None of you.”

That answer seemed to shock Bradley as he didn’t say anything and just looked at your face. It was the honest truth, and quite frankly you didn’t want him leading the mission anyway. He meant too much for you to lose.

“None of you are really ready for this mission, and they need someone who can lead it successfully.” Shrugging your shoulders at him as you further explained.

“You’re right.” Finally speaking. “You’re totally right.”

“It’s not that I don’t think you can’t do it.”

“I know what you mean. It’s what you and Maverick have been telling me from the start.” Hearing him mention Mavericks name surprised given how he felt about him. “I can’t play it safe.”

“You’re a good pilot Bradley.” Placing a hand on his shoulder as he weakly smiled.

“So are you.” Taking your hand from his shoulder and holding it in his hand his thumb tenderly rubbing the skin back and forth.

Bradley’s gaze lingering on your face as you both smiled at each other with adoration. Neither one of you doing or saying anything, but just enjoying each others presence. It was like a roller coaster with you two. Constant ups and downs, and you didn’t know when it was going to end.

“We should probably be there with everyone else.” You spoke up as you dropped your hand from his.

“Yeah right.” He stuttered as you walked in front of him Bradley placing a soft touch on your back as he followed right behind you.

Once you got into the room everyone looked stressed and terrified. Some of them had their head in their hands, and others mouths open wide. You and Bradley looked at each other confused to what was going on. Whatever happened it wasn’t good.

“Where the hell have you guys been?” Payback exclaimed everyone turning towards you both. “You guys just missed it.”

“What happened?” Asking as you walked away from Bradley.

“Coyote went into G lock and Phoenix and Bob crashed.” It was like the air left your lungs and all you heard was crash.

“What?” Bradley shouted in disbelief.

You could hear muffled voices but you had no idea what they were saying. There was a ringing in your ear as you stood there like a deer caught in the headlights.

Staring at him wide eyed saying nothing your legs moved before your mouth could say anything. Running out of the room as quickly as you could before you burst into tears. Those same feelings and fear were coming back, and you couldn’t handle something like this happening to you again.

Running into an empty room as you sat down trying to catch your breath. Your breathing was shallow and erratic, and you felt that same anxiety before you had a panic attack. The room was getting smaller, and it was getting much harder to breathe. Like at any moment you could burst into tears.

Bradley quickly followed behind you hearing you as he ran down the hall, and quickly came into the room. The sight before him nearly broke his heart.

He took one look at you, and sat right next to you. An arm wrapped around you while he held your hands. Leaning your head against his shoulder as he tried to help control you. Whispering comforting things in your ear.

“It’s okay just breathe in through your nose, and out of your mouth.” His chin resting on top of your head. “Breathe with me baby.”

Trying to get you to follow his breathing patterns in a slow and easy pace. Hoping that his calm presence would help, and would make you feel better. He hated to see you like this, and wishes he could take all this pain you felt away from you.

“That’s it. Just breathe like that for me.” He whispered once he felt your breathing slowing down. “That’s a good girl.”

Closing your eyes as you suddenly felt exhausted. Pressing yourself deeper into Bradley’s body loving how warm and safe he felt. Bradley wasn’t going to let you go either. He wanted to hold you in his arms for as long as he could.

“Better?” He asked looking at your face.

“Yeah. Thank you.” Weakly smiling at him as you pressed your face into his shoulder. “It’s been so long since that’s happened.”

“I understand.”

The doors came bursting open as a worried Maverick came into the room. Looking at the way Bradley was holding you and seeing the expression you had on your face he knew what happened.

“Are they okay?” Bradley asked.

“There gonna keep them both in the hospital over night for observation. But there gonna be okay.” A sigh of relief left your lips hearing that news.

“That’s good.” He responded not moving an inch.

“It was a close one.” Mavericks voice cracking at the thought of how much worse it could’ve been.

“I’ve never lost a wingman.”

“You’re lucky. Fly long enough and it’ll happen. There will be others.”

“Easy for you to say.” Bradley letting go of you to stand up now. “No wife. No kids. Nobody to mourn you when you burn in.”

“Bradley.” Whispering for him to stop knowing this wasn’t the time or place.

“Go home.” Maverick responded not really in the mood to have this discussion. “Just get some sleep.”

“Why did you pull my papers at the academy?” Bradley asked Maverick before he could walk out the door. “Why did you stand in my way?”

“You weren’t ready.” Maverick kept his voice low and soft.

“Ready for what? To fly like you.” Bradley was raising his voice as he stood face to face with Maverick now.

“No ready to forget the books and trust your instincts. Don’t think just do. You think up there your dead. Believe me.”

“Well my dad believed in you.” Bradley said with such malice it even shocked you. “I’m not gonna make the same mistake.”

As the two of them stared at each other you could tell Maverick was affected by his words. Standing up this time as you wanted to say something, but it was between the two of them. They needed to be work this out themselves.

Before anything else could be spoke the door opened, and Admiral Solomon and Simpson were standing there with weird looks on their faces. Thinking they were there to lecture Maverick, but there focus was on you.

“Y/N.” Warlock waving you over both Maverick and Bradley watching you.

“What is it?” Asking when they shut the door behind you.

“Your fathers gone.”

#miles teller #miles teller smut #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #miles teller x reader #bradley bradshaw smut #miles teller fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw imagines #top gun #top gun fanfiction

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renlyslittlerose · 11 days

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I have idea from the Big List you posted, if it strikes your fancy. No obligation!

Holiday!Fic, but make it Obi-Wan going out of his way to surprise Anakin by celebrating some Tatooine tradition or holiday. Not to tell you what to do but I have a feeling everything would go terribly wrong but Anakin would appreciate the crap out of the gesture regardless (even if he has no idea what it is Obi-Wan is talking about because it wasn’t something he and his mom celebrated/observed). It would be a super endearing and sweet show of love but it’s up to you how Anakin shows his appreciation 😉

Thanks, peach! Hope this delights! 💗

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Obi-Wan looked down at the cake.

Well, what was supposed to be a cake.

Obi-Wan was certain cakes were supposed to have a bit of integrity to them, and not look like some amorphous blob had taken over the centre of the plate, spilling its runny contents over the edges and on to the counter.

Obi-Wan had followed the instructions carefully, even going so far as to ask one of the cooks in the temple for the correct ingredients, not wanting to rely on ‘good enough’ and ‘that’ll do.’ Baking was a science - or so he’d always been told. Just follow the directions and you’d produce the intended product.

So why did it look so goopy?

“What’s that?” Anakin asked.

Obi-Wan had told him to meet him in their shared communal space at three o’clock sharp, much to his future self’s ire. He should have made sure it actually looked good before presenting it to his Padawan as some sort of gift.

“It’s a cake,” Obi-Wan explained. “Or, it’s supposed to be.”

Anakin gave it a suspicious poke and a sniff. Obi-Wan smacked his arm.

“What’s it for?” Anakin asked.

“It’s in celebration of Kova Naduha.”

Anakin looked up from the cake, one brow raised in question. “Kova Naduha?”

Heat spread across Obi-Wan’s cheeks. “Have I gotten the date of it wrong?”

“No,” Anakin said quickly. “But I uh, don’t know why you’re giving me a cake for Kova Naduha.”

“Well, I read that it’s tradition to give a loved one a honey and cheese filled cake for Kova Naduha. You know, as a sort of… good luck to the next year blessing?”

Anakin broke out into a smile, lazy and boyish. His padawan braid slid across his ever broadening shoulders as he glanced back down at the cake. He let Obi-Wan linger a little longer over the precipice, lounging in his knowledge and delighting in Obi-Wan’s ignorance, before he let him in on the joke.

“Kova Naduha was a fertility goddess on Tatooine. We give these cakes to newly married brides, in hopes that it will make them more fertile. Hence the well-wishes into the coming months. You know, to give health to the prospective mothers and their babies.”

The heat across Obi-Wan’s cheeks spread to the back of his neck. He was certain if he was stripped the blush would show up on his ass.

“I uh, didn’t read that far, evidently,” he said quietly.

Anakin looked back up, blue eyes framed by golden lashes that brushed the tops of his cheeks when he blinked. He was still smiling, his amusement evident. “I still appreciate the gesture, Master. It was kind of you to try and bring a bit of home here, to Coruscant.”

“I only wish that I’d picked a more appropriate cake to give you. And perhaps actually baked the cake properly. But in my defense, I don’t have the proper equipment nor—”

Anakin kissed his cheek. Obi-Wan’s mouth snapped shut.

He was certain he was red all over at this point.

“Thank you, Master,” Anakin said as he pulled away.

Resisting the urge to touch his cheek, Obi-Wan remained next to his deflated cake, attention fixed on Anakin’s beauty mark on the corner of his chin.

“As I said, it didn’t come out the way it was supposed to.”

“You still gave me a gift,” Anakin said. His smile crept back on to his lips, and when Obi-Wan finally locked eyes with him there was a familiar glint in them.

“And what is that?” Obi-Wan asked slowly.

“You just proved to me that you are capable of failure. That there is something out there that you’re terrible at.”

Obi-Wan glowered. He tried to do the nice thing, and Anakin dared mock him?

“I’m perfectly capable of baking,” he shot back. “It’s just, this recipe was made for a completely different climate.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“And the sugars you use on Tatooine are completely different from the ones on Coruscant.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And I was strapped for time - you know I’ve other duties to see to, rather than spend all day baking a cake.”

“Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan clenched his jaw. “Yes?”

“Thanks again.” His tone softened, his cheeks a delightful shade of pink that poked out from beneath the bronzed tones of his skin. “Really. It was a kind gesture. Just the smell of the spices… well, it reminds me of my mum’s house.”

Obi-Wan returned the smile and relaxed his shoulders. “You’re welcome. Though you can just enjoy the smell - you don’t have to eat it.”

“Oh thank the Gods.”

Obi-Wan smacked his arm again.

#lemon fanfiction #obikin #kind of?#star wars fanfiction #palfriendpatine66 #drabbles

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angellayercake · 1 year

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10. A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it - with terzo please!

Of course you can 💜💜💜 anything for you!

From the 50 types of kiss prompt list (send me one)

It was just how he was. So open, friendly and warm and that always manifested itself in how he greeted people. Whether it was a friend or acquaintance, new or old, family or a sibling he would embrace them. Envelop them in his open arms, kisses pressed the back of hands or to each cheek as is the Italian custom. You watch this greeting ritual over and over again, people coming and going from meetings and gatherings. All got to feel that token of his open affection.

For you though it was always a kiss to the forehead. Always last thing in the evening as he dismissed you with his thanks. He would rest his hands on your shoulders and pressing his surprisingly soft lips to you before stepping away. It had taken you by surprise at first not that he was trying to kiss you, that you had been told to expect. No it was the chaste soft way he went about it as if he knew no other way to show you his appreciation. A kiss and a smile and then a faint smudge of his paint visible still when you looked in the mirror upon returning to your rooms. It has become your routine, the two of you which all gets disrupted by the announcement of the upcoming tour. There is so much to organise you both end up working late into the night, his rehearsals with the ghouls and all the extra administration you must complete eating into your usual day to day tasks, your meal times and often into your evenings. No matter what though he always sent you off with a soft press of his lips and a soft dismissal.

You’re sitting at your desk finalising the last arrangements the day before he was due to leave. The long days and nights spent together making sure every detail is perfect have paid off almost everything having been accounted for and although you are pleased that your frantic work has come to an end a part of you feels sad that it also means an end to spending your every waking moment with him. The work had taken a toll on him as well, you think as you glance towards his desk. He was visibly stressed, his hair falling into his face, mussed by his continuous fussing fingers fighting an unending battle to keep it out of his face. The glasses he pretends he doesn’t need to anyone other than you have smudged his paint where he keeps pushing them back up his nose. His usually pristine white gloves stained with the ink from his overly ornate fountain pen. It was bittersweet you thought as you watched him. You enjoyed spending this time with him yet it always meant he would be gone for weeks and months, your only contact irregular phone calls to relay instructions as you continued to work in his absence. The office was cold and quiet without him but for tonight at least it wasn't. With an emphatic sigh he looks up catching you in the act but he only offers you a warm smile in return.

‘Not long left Sorella and you will have some peace from me,’ he offers with a wink.

‘I can't say I won't appreciate catching up on sleep but it's not the same here when you are away Papa.’ If you weren’t so tired you might tease him about getting more work done but the little energy you have left only allows you to be painfully earnest. And if you hadn't made it your business to know all his expressions and tells you might have missed the slight widening of his eyes in surprise, his smile slipping away just for a moment.

‘You miss your Papa do you?’ He almost sounds like he is teasing you but there is still an air of disbelief in his tone.

‘Of course I do. I miss your company and your direction,’ you pause wondering if you are really about to say what is on your mind. ‘But I especially miss my goodnight kiss.’ He looks at you for a moment with the same air of surprise in his face until it is broken by a loud yawn, entirely interrupting whatever it was he was going to say next. ‘You should go to bed Papa you have a long day tomorrow. I can finish up here.’ You don't want him to go but it is probably for the best. Satan knows what you might admit to with another hour's worth of exhaustion.

‘You are good to me Sorella I think I will do this, si.’ He fixes you with one of his intense soul searching stares, just the hint of a smirk pulling at his lips. ‘There is one thing I must do before I retire though. If you are going to miss it especially.’ You feel your cheeks heat at him reminding you of your recent admission but still you lean back in your chair as he stands and stretches, waiting in anticipation for your kiss. He walks towards you slowly rubbing at his lower back but still smiling as he stands before you.

‘Perhaps when I return we can try a hello kiss too, si?’ You don’t answer but the smile that spreads across your face as he presses his lips to your forehead should be all the answer he needs. As he pulls away you tip your head back looking up at him while butterflies flutter in your stomach as you get caught in his gaze. He leans towards you slowly giving you plenty of opportunity to stop him but you let your eyes drop closed content just to let the moment happen. The kiss you get is as soft and sweet as any other he has given you but this time you get to give him one back.

#smooch time #the band ghost fic #papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii #terzo #the band ghost fanfiction #my writing

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rad-roche · 9 months

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do you have any mod recommendations? other than romanceable nick lol

exposing my mod list is a real 'please don't tell anyone how i live' moment because it, top to bottom, is all just pretty little outfits for gloria, furniture, or very small changes to nick that i like. gameplay? story additions? those sound interesting, i wonder what those are like. my toxic video game trait, consistent across absolutely everything, is i can play a 5fps mess if it means i get to snap pretty pictures

now of those categories...

SAD WOMAN DRESSUP GAME FEATURING AN RPG OR WHATEVER:

Caliente's Beautiful Bodies: you know it you love it, and there's a nevernude option should you desire. i always forget what i have installed, so i made sure to get the nude one so i could nod appreciatively when a modded outfit failed to load. it's my present to me. got rained on? had an argument? never fear. glussy is here.

Apocalypse Attire

Commonwealth Cuts

Dave's Poses

Looksmenu

Mirrored Vanilla Scars

Eyes of Beauty

Photo Mode (even if you have absolutely no interest in the cc stuff, this thing is a godsend if you ever want to take screenshots)

Cigarette In Mouth

Handmaiden - the outfit in that picture. comes in other colours, too!

Concealed Armors

HOUSE FLIPPER: IS IT STILL MIDMOD IF IT'S THE FUTURE

Creative Family mods. you can't install these like you would the rest, so pay close attention to the instructions, but the quality on these is unmatched. creative clutter, do it yourshelf, modular kitchen, they're all really, really good if you like decorating player homes.

Building Budget Extender

Dino's Decorations

Global Stash

Just Some Rugs

MadKea (this thing adds 500+ items so if your computer has a hard time with fo4, give this one a skip unless you don't mind waiting an age for menus to load)

PlaceEverywhere

Reversed Workshop Highlight (gets rid of that annoying green glow! godsend!)

Workshop Plus (completely reworks workshop; lets you clone items, save layouts to layers, float around buildable spaces, undo/redo. it's hard to overemphasise the usefulness of this if you plan to build)

SO THERE'S THIS SENIOR CITIZEN

Companion Accuracy Boost

Companions Go Home

Alternative Synth Eyes

Nick Valentine Robot Voice (it makes nick sound as if he's talking through a speaker. it's subtle, but i really dig it)

Valentine's Revolver

Valentine Jaw Sync

Settler and Companion Dialogue Overhaul (makes npcs seem more 'aware' and much less likely to make repetitive comments)

Delay Nick's Quest (only allows Long Time Coming to trigger after you complete Gilded Grasshopper; a lot of his location-based dialogue remains open instead of him defaulting to brooding about the tapes and that long, hard quest)

I'll respect your wishes and not mentioned critically acclaimed Fallout 4 mod Romancable Nick Valentine, which can be found here. I will, instead, mention this adorable one where you can marry him, which I assume is keeping in the spirit of you specifically asking me not to mention them. Now go forth and play your wildly overambitious otome game

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #gloria roche #nick valentine #please don't tell anyone how i live

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verdantcrimson · 5 months

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Heaven and Earth - Prologue

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[The first year of the establishment of ES. Mid-February. In an ES Meeting room.]

Keito: Now then, I will be returning your answer sheets.

Keito: Here are the results of the flash history test that we of AKATSUKI conducted the other day to test our knowledge of Japanese and World History.

Keito: Allow me to roughly summarize the results. Firstly, I, Keito Hasumi, have managed to score reasonably high in both Japanese and World History.

Keito: Kanzaki scored even higher than me in Japanese History, but his World History grade is abysmal.

Souma: Hehe. My parents have been instructing me in Japanese History since I was a child. I took a liking to it and often researched it out of interest.

Keito: Yes. Your diligence is commendable. However, I would like you to try a little harder in your studies of World History, if you can.

Souma: I am not too fond of World History due to all of the horizontal writing¹.

Keito: Your studies shouldn’t be at the mercy of your personal preferences. Well, more on that later, but for now…

Keito: The problem here is you, Kiryu.

Kuro: ……

Keito: Oi. I’m talking to you, don’t look somewhere else.

Keito: The lecture you’re going to get only increases in length for every second you spend looking away from me.

Kuro: But danna…

Keito: Don’t ‘but danna’ me. No excuses. I’m very disappointed in you.

Keito: Do you remember anything from when we studied to appear on a history related quiz show together? We studied so hard that the textbook was about to fall apart.²

Kuro: ……

Keito: But you’ve just forgotten everything you learned from then. Actually, because you studied so half-heartedly, you might have even gotten worse.

Keito: If I were to critique each and every one of your test answers, we’d be here all day, but allow me to read out a typical one of your unique answers just to give you a sense.

Keito: When I first saw it, I doubted my eyes, my sanity and even my glasses.

Souma: It is difficult to imagine Hasumi-dono ever doubting his glasses.

Keito: Don’t make light of the situation. See here, this is an elementary school level question. “Who was the second shogun of the Tokugawa Shogunate?”

Keito: Kiryu’s answer was ‘Ishida Mitsunari’.

Souma: How could that have come to occur…?

Keito: I think he may have gotten it mixed up in his head, since Ishida Mitsunari is often brought up alongside Tokugawa Ieyasu when discussing The Battle of Sekigahara.³

Keito: I’ve told him about the Tokugawa Shogunate.

Keito: How did their opponents magically overtake the government? It’s quite interesting to imagine what might have led to that outcome. I don’t mean this as a compliment, by the way.

Kuro: W-well, it’s not like I mentioned someone completely random, so I’d at least like to be appreciated for that much.

Keito: Yes. Admittedly, you tried.

Kuro: I did, right? I thought about it real hard before answerin’! I dunno why I’m bein’ forced to take a test like this in the first place!

Keito: About that, originally I was planning to properly announce this after seeing the test results—

Keito: But as you can tell, I hadn’t anticipated Kiryu’s brain being such a trainwreck.

Keito: Actually, the announcement was concerning sort of a large job offer for us, but now I’m debating whether to take it or not.

Souma: Were his answers truly that terrible?

Keito: Yes. In fact, some of them are so strange, I’m starting to wonder if he’s being dense on purpose.

Keito: Kiryu’s answer to this is ‘Ishida Mitsunari’.

Keito: Take this one, for instance. “Name the three people responsible for saving Edo from wartime, otherwise known as the ‘Sanfune of Edo’.” ⁴

Souma: This question was a little troublesome for me as well.

Souma: I was able to recall 'Katsu Kaishu'⁵ fairly quickly, but found difficulty naming the other two. I fear I may have gotten them mixed up with the Three Great Nobles of the Restoration⁶.

Souma: Kiryu-dono, are you not perhaps excessively fond of Ishida Mitsunari?

Keito: It is very interesting to imagine how Ishida Mitsunari must have felt after magically conquering his enemy’s forces and then time-traveling to the future to bring about a peaceful conclusion to the Edo Era. That’s not all, by the way.

Keito: Here are the other two names that Kiryu provided as answers.

Keito: ‘Tokugawa Ieyasu’.

Souma: Tokugawa Ieyasu⁷ has now come back to life after being enshrined!?

Keito: And lastly, ‘Ishida Ieyasu’.

Souma: Whoever might that fellow be!?

Keito: No clue. You should ask him. Kiryu, who is this guy?

Souma: Kiryu-dono, could it be that the only Japanese historical figures you remember the names of are Ishida Mitsunari and Tokugawa Ieyasu…? A-at the very least, you would do well to remember someone like 'Katsu Kaishu'!

Kuro: Shut up already… History doesn’t matter to us in the present day anyways.

Keito: Actually, it does. You see, we’ve been asked to host the ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ show.

Souma: What? Hasumi-dono, could you possibly be referring to that ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ show!?

Kuro: What’s that supposed to mean…… I’m not as studious as you guys, so I’ve got no clue what that even is.

Souma: To put it simply, it is a long-running educational program. I myself have watched it many a time.

Keito: Yes. While most educational shows are aimed at children, this one stands out as a more intense, catered to experts, covering far more intellectual subjects.

Keito: This long-running history-based educational program aims to explore history both broadly and in-depth.

Keito: It’s an excellent show for any fan of History, and it frequently surfaces in discussions of history… You’ve really never heard of it, Kiryu?

Kuro: That a bad thing? I haven’t had much reason to casually ‘discuss history’ in my whole life.

Souma: Ah- Um, regarding the show? Would it truly be possible for us to appear on ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’?

Keito: I wish I could just accept the offer officially. Naturally, such an opportunity is an honor.

Keito: It matches well with our image. However, the hosts of the show must be well-versed in their knowledge of history.

Keito: Hence this test, which was to ascertain our level of knowledge in the field.

Keito: I’m not naming names, but someone performed far worse than I could imagine, and so I fear it may not be possible for us to serve as hosts— Unfortunately.

Kuro: Argh, I’m sorry that that someone was just fucking stupid!?

Souma: I- It’s quite alright, Kiryu-dono. You are by no means a fool. You simply had naught an opportunity nor desire to learn. Right, Hasumi-dono?

Keito: Exactly. That’s why, over the course of the next week, Kiryu is going to learn all about history.

Keito: If he’s still living in a world where Ishida Mitsunari ruled the Tokugawa Shogunate by the end of this— Well, I’ll just pretend we never got any offer at all, and forget about it entirely.

Keito: I love this show, and I would have loved to host it if possible… However, if we’re unsuited for the job, then it can’t be helped.

Kuro: ……

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Translation notes (Apologies in advance for the History lesson)

Souma is being very literal here. Most Japanese text is traditionally written vertically.

This is a reference to a previous Idol story (A link will be provided once it's been uploaded)

The Battle of Sekigahara was a clash between the forces of Tokugawa Ieyasu and Ishida Mitsunari. Historically, it was Mitsunari's loss, hence Keito's incredulity later. You can read more about it here.

The 'Sanfune of Edo' (幕末の三舟) are three people credited to preventing war from occurring with their diplomatic skill during the transfer of power from the Feudal Tokugawa Shogunate to the more modern Japanese Empire during the beginnings of the Meiji Restoration in an event known as the Fall of Edo.

Souma actually refers to him as Tōshō Daigongen (東照大權現), a name used to refer to him after his death, as he was enshrined as a deity posthumously, on his own wishes, to oversee the next generation.

Katsu Kaishū was one of the aforementioned Sanfune.

The Three Great Nobles of the Restoration were notable figures during the beginning of the Meji Restoration. Their existence and involvement with the Sanfune during the same time period is why Souma could've had difficulty discerning them.

#Heaven and Earth #Keito Hasumi #Kuro Kiryu #Souma Kanzaki

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nicoline1998enilocin · 9 months

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Yours, Forever | Chapter 14

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.9K

SUMMARY | The more dates Bucky and Y/N go on, the harder it is to keep their hands off of each other. When they decide to kick their relationship into the next gear, they have one of the most unforgettable nights of their lives together. The feeling doesn't last long, because when Bucky gets injured, she has to take care of him for once.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. A small sprinkle of Dutch is spoken (it will be translated for all of you who don't speak Dutch!), Bucky affectionately talks in Russian (Again, it will be translated!), smut [ Daddy kink, light praise kink, oral (M+F receiving), throat fucking, dirty talk, use of the word slut (used affectionately), fingering, spanking, protected sex, squirting, aftercare ], Bucky gets injured.

A/N | There is some Russian spoken in this too as well as some Dutch. However, I can not promise the Russian will be completely accurate, although I hope it is!

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Series masterlist | Chapter 13 | Chapter 15

It is nice that you and Bucky have been growing closer again after everything that happened, but now that you're dealing with it in therapy. The two of you have been on a few more dates, and today he decided he wanted to help you and your dad in one of his bakeries. Not that he can bake for the life of him, but he just enjoys spending time with you and your dad. ''Alright, did you want to help me make some cake batter? I promise I will measure everything out for you, all you have to do is put it in the mixer and turn it on afterward,'' you ask and he nods. ''That sounds like something I can do,'' he says as he gets up from the stool he was sitting on and observing you.

You walk past your dad and whisper to him to make an extra batch just to be safe and he just chuckles. ''I have faith that Bucky will do just fine!'' your dad says and you laugh. It feels good to be able to genuinely laugh again, and it warms Bucky from the inside to hear it. You get all the ingredients for a pink velvet cake ready, while Bucky watches you intently. ''I can watch you bake forever and never get bored of it, you know that?'' he says as he gets up and wraps his arms around you, your back connecting with his chest as he lays his chin on your shoulder. ''Oh I know, but I don't mind. I used to watch my dad for hours and hours as a kid, which is where my passion for it comes from!'' you smile at the memories.

When all the ingredients are ready you instruct Bucky in what order to put them in and everything. When that is done and he turned the mixer to the correct setting, you reward him with a small kiss. ''C'mere, you deserve it,'' you say as you wrap your arms around his neck, his immediately finding their spot on your hips as you lean in for a small, soft kiss. Your lips fit together perfectly and even though the kiss was small, it leaves both of you breathless. ''I can't believe I can finally kiss you whenever I want,'' you tell him and he chuckles. ''You could always have done that,'' he shrugs before letting go of you and checking on his batter.

''Sunshine? Can I talk to you for a minute?'' your dad asks and you nod. It is quiet in the bakery, but you instruct Bucky to man the front of the store regardless. There are small signs to notify which pastries and everything is where in the case, and there is a price list next to the register especially for Bucky, so he can help out there as well, which he enjoys. When he found out you did that just for him, he practically tackled you to the ground and almost had to have you right then and there, if it weren't for your dad walking in and interrupting the moment.

''Hoe gaat het met je? Ik kan zien dat je weer een stuk vrolijker bent sinds je zo goed met Bucky op kan schieten de laatste tijd,'' (How are you doing? I see that you're a lot happier since you're getting along great with Bucky lately), he asks and you nod, and you're glad he can tell that you're doing better. It's been amazing to have Bucky back. ''Ik voel me oprecht goed, en ik heb me al heel lang niet zo gevoeld. En ik zou liegen als ik zeg dat Bucky daar niet mee heeft geholpen!'' (I'm feeling genuinely good, and I haven't felt like this in a long time. And I would be lying if Bucky hadn't helped with that!). Your dad nods and pulls you in for a hug. ''I love you,'' he says. ''I love you more, Dad,'' you sigh and this time he lets it slip, he's just grateful to have you with him.

You notice it's getting busier in the front, so you jump in and help Bucky out. ''Shall I man the register and you get the pastries and everything for the people?'' you ask Bucky and he looks genuinely relieved by it. ''Yeah, that would be great!'' he says and quickly steps aside. Within no time the line is gone, and it is closing time. You turn the sign in the window to notify you're closed and lock the door. ''Dad, if you want you can go home, I can clean up around here,'' you tell him, and he agrees. ''I have to swing by the other bakery first, but thank you, Sunshine,'' he says and he grabs his jacket. ''Geen vreemde dingen doen als ik er niet ben!'' (Don't do weird things when I'm not here!) he says with a wink, making you blush as you're well aware of what he's hinting at.

''Are you okay? What did he say?'' Bucky asks when he sees you blush, but you brush it off. ''N-nothing. Don't worry about it,'' you say as you turn around, holding the edge of the counter to ground yourself a little bit. ''Also, I'm sorry to be eavesdropping, but what were the two of you talking about earlier? I heard my name a few times, and since I don't understand a single word you said...'' he asks, getting flushed this time. You burst out into laughter. ''That I can tell you! He just said that I seem to be a lot happier since we've been getting closer, and I said I feel better too due to having you back in my life,'' you tell him. I guess he just didn't want anyone to know what we talked about.

''I'm sorry if we made you uncomfortable by speaking Dutch in your presence,'' you say. ''It's okay, мой подсолнух (My sunflower). I can do the same to you and you wouldn't know a word I'm saying when I speak Russian,'' he jokes and you nod. ''Fair enough!'' you say as you smack him softly against his chest, and you want to turn around before he stops you and whispers something in your ear. ''Ты такой красивый, и я самый счастливый человек в этой вселенной, что ты рядом со мной,'' (You're so beautiful, and I'm the luckiest man in this universe to have you by my side) he says and the feeling of his breath against the shell of your ear gives you goosebumps.

''Bucky,'' you moan softly, and a smirk forms on his face. ''So speaking Russian to you is the way to turn you into a puddle? I have to remember that,'' he says and your knees have buckled, so it's a good thing your still holding the counter otherwise you surely would have fallen by now. ''Let's go clean up, and afterward, I will take you out for some dinner,'' Bucky says and you nod. ''That would be great,'' you croak out, and he is well aware of what he did to you just now. It is all just a little preparation for later tonight because he plans to take your relationship a step further if you're up for it too. Little does he know, you were having the same idea.

With the two of you, it takes less than an hour to clean the entire bakery, and leftover pastries are packed up to give away to a local homeless shelter like your dad does every night, and they're always very grateful for it. When those are dropped off Bucky takes you to a diner where the two of you get quite a lot of food, you're both starving after working hard in the bakery today. ''Shall we get a milkshake to share as dessert? I'd like to talk to you about something,'' Bucky offers and you nod. ''Yeah, that would be nice,'' you say and the two of you order a peanut butter chocolate milkshake, which is your shared favorite. ''So, what is it you want to talk about?''

''Well, I was thinking about what your dad said today - if what you told me is what he said, of course...'' he says and you nod, notified that it is in fact what he said. ''...and I was hoping we could give this another shot, and I was wondering if you'd want to be my girlfriend? I'd love to make this official with you, again,'' he chuckles. ''Nothing would make me happier than to be your girlfriend, Bucky,'' you say as you take his hands in yours, enjoying the difference between them. The flesh being so warm, and the metal being so cool to the touch. ''Come to my apartment after dinner,'' you whisper and he nods. Not long after your milkshake arrived and when that's gone, Bucky pays for dinner and walks you out with his hand on the small of your back. All you think about is how good it feels to have that there.

~ Back at your apartment ~

The second both of you set foot in your apartment, you couldn't keep your hands off of one another for more than a second. There was a trail of shoes and clothing leading to the bedroom, and now you're here, on your knees, tears streaming down your face and Bucky's fist lodged in your hair as he fucks your throat hard. God, you wanted this for so long and you couldn't wait any longer. The second he ordered you to sit on your knees you immediately listened, and now your nails are burying in his thighs as you're struggling to breathe, but it feels so good, you're humping the air to get any bit of friction you can get, but since you're completely naked all you do is drip your slick onto your thighs and the floor below you.

''You're such a desperate slut for Daddy's cock, aren't you? Taking it all like the slut you are?'' he groans and you just moan as best as you can around his cock constantly hitting the back of your throat. ''Fuck, gonna cum, doll. Wanna cum in your throat,'' he grunts and with a few more thrusts ropes of warm, white cum are being shot down your throat you swallow every last drop of it before Bucky pulls out of your mouth and you whine at the loss of him inside your mouth. ''D-daddy feels good,'' you croak, not being able to speak after what Bucky did to you. ''Yeah? You're feeling good, dollface? I bet I can make you feel even better when I get my tongue on that soaking pussy of yours,'' he says as he helps you up and onto the bed.

He crawls over your body and leaves soft kisses in a line from your thigh over your hip towards your breasts, giving each of them a little attention with his tongue and teeth as they find your nipples, making your back arch slightly and leaving you a moaning mess underneath him. ''Hm, such a needy slut for me. Haven't been touched in so long you're desperate, aren't you?'' he asks and you nod. ''Need daddy, please,'' you whine. ''Well, you have me right here. Tell me what you want me to do, where you need a daddy and I will do it, but you have to tell me with your words,'' he teases because he knows you can't exactly get out and coherent sentences. ''Wan' you to fuck me,'' you breathe out.

''Hm, and what would you like me to fuck you with? Fingers? Tongue? Or are you just a desperate cockslut for your daddy's cock?'' and you nod. ''Want all of them,'' you whine out and you arch up, trying to get any bit of friction but without success. ''Daddy, please! Wan' to feel you inside me so bad! Please please fill me up,'' you beg and Bucky's smile grows wider. ''Such a good girl when you're begging me like that. Doing so good for me right now,'' he says and he kisses you fiercely before moving down and teasing your clit with his fingers making you gasp. ''Is this what you wanted? Did my needy slut need to be touched on her puffy clit?'' he taunts you and you nod. ''Y-Yes Daddy, please!'' tears streaming down your face out of frustration, but you're finally getting the friction you've been so desperate for this whole time.

Without warning he suddenly plunges two of his fingers inside your weeping pussy and you gasp, followed directly by an almost pornographic moan when you feel his fingers stretch you out so perfectly. ''Fuck, your pussy is holding my fingers in a fucking vice grip, doll. Can't move them so relax a little,'' as soon as he says that you do and it feels even better. The squelch his fingers make is almost too much but as soon as he attaches his lips to your clit all you can focus on is the feeling of him filling you up, and making you feel amazing. He keeps a steady pace with his fingers and you're nearing your orgasm, and he notices the way your breathing changes as well as the fact that you're getting even wetter.

''Gonna cum for me doll? Wanna cum on my fingers and tongue?'' he asks and you nod. ''Daddy please, wanna cum!'' you moan loudly and he picks up the pace ever so slightly as he curls his fingers, hitting your sweet spot and within no time you're falling apart for him. ''D-daddy!'' is all you get out as the orgasm rushes through you. ''Hm, you look so good for me when you fall apart,'' he says and he gives small kisses on your inner thighs as he pulls his fingers out. The loss has you whining slightly, but before you know it Bucky is back on top of you, giving you soft kisses to make you feel better. ''Hi, pretty girl,'' he says as he wipes the hair out of your face that is sticking to it from all the sweat.

''Hi Daddy,'' you croak and he chuckles a little. His mouth gives soft kisses on your cheeks, along your jaw, on your forehead, and your nose, everywhere he can reach right now. ''Do you want me to make you feel even better?'' he asks and you just nod. ''Please, Daddy,'' you say, and suddenly you've flipped around, laying sprawled out on top of him as he reaches over to your bedside table to grab a condom. ''How did that get there?'' you wonder and it makes Bucky laugh. ''I put it there earlier so it would be easy to grab,'' he explains. ''Can you sit up for me? Or do you need to stay like this for a little longer?'' he asks and you're very comfy, so you decide to stay like this a little bit longer. It's a good thing that Bucky's super soldier serum keeps him hard and ready to go for a while because you weren't planning on moving yet.

The two of you cuddle like that for a good 30 minutes before you sigh and sit up. ''There she is! I thought you fell asleep at some point,'' Bucky says as he holds your hips to steady you. ''Maybe, I don't know to be honest, but I'm ready for more now,'' you say with a smirk, your hand reaching back to feel just how hard he still is. ''Feels like you're ready to go to, huh?'' you say and he lifts you, already having put on the condom when you were just laying on top of him. You raise yourself a little and line Bucky's thick cock up with your dripping entrance, and when you sink you moan loudly, while Bucky plays softly with your clit to relax you a little as you take more of him.

''Hm, feels so good inside me Daddy,'' you say followed by a breathy moan as you completely take him, his tip hitting your sweet spot on the way in. ''Gonna go slow though, want to enjoy this as long as I can,'' you say as you slowly start raising yourself before sitting back down, making Bucky groan at the feeling of your walls around him. ''Fuck, you feel so good on the inside doll, wanna be buried inside you forever,'' he says and you continue your movements while your hands roam over Bucky's abs and chest, feeling every single muscle and edge. After having slow, lazy sex like this for a bit you lean forward until your mouth is at Bucky's ear, and you whisper something that makes him almost go feral.

''Please Daddy, make me squirt like the desperate little slut I am for your thick cock,'' you say before nibbling on his pulse point and after letting out a deep groan he grabs your ass and spanks you hard with both hands at the same time making you whine loudly. He puts his feet on the bed and bends his legs to get the leverage he needs to fuck into you deep and hard, and since you're already on the edge of your orgasm it doesn't take long for him to fulfill your wish. He fucks into you hard and fast while his arms are grabbing your ass so hard you're sure it's leaving bruises, but all you care about is the immense pleasure he's giving you like this.

''Close, Daddy! Gonna cum!'' he says and you snake your hand between your bodies to play with your clit as he keeps hitting your sweet spot deep inside you. With a few more loud moans you squirt all over him, your legs, and the bed, and Bucky buries himself deep inside you once more as he cums too, without warning. ''Jesus doll, you made me cum too,'' he pants as he rides out both your orgasms until you're both too sensitive and he has to pull out. He pulls you closer into his arms and the two of you stay like this for a few minutes, basking in each other's pleasure and closeness. ''Shall we take a bath together?'' he asks and you nod. ''Okay, but that means I have to leave you for a bit, but I'll be back soon!'' he says and you roll off of him, laying sprawled out like a starfish on your back.

He runs a bath and puts in your favorite bath bomb (it isn't hard to guess which one it is since you have a whole stack of them), before taking off the condom and throwing it away. He cleans himself off before walking back to the bedroom where you're still laying on the bed, wearing nothing but a huge smile on your face. ''What got you all happy like that, pretty girl?'' he asks as he sits down on the bed next to you, bending over to give soft kisses on your forehead. ''You,'' is all you say before cupping his cheek and bringing him in for a slow, passionate kiss. ''Ik hou van jou,'' (I love you), you slip out, but you won't regret it at all. ''Я тоже тебя люблю, куколка'' (I love you too, doll).

After you confessed your love, both you and Bucky go to the bathtub, but you're carried bridal style and you're not mad at it honestly. Bucky steps into the bath and sits down while repositioning you in a way that you're back is leaning against his chest before handing you a bottle of water. ''Here, you need to drink this to feel better. I also got you some chocolate,'' he says and your eyes go wide at the word chocolate. ''My favorite?'' you ask giddily, and he nods. ''Got you the caramel-filled chocolate you love,'' and with that, you feel like you're in heaven again. Between sips of water Bucky gives you some pieces of chocolate as well as eating some himself, and when that's all finished he washes your body and hair.

''Wanna wash you too,'' you say and you turn around, so you can wash Bucky. ''Sorry about your arm,'' you whisper and Bucky giggles at that. ''Why are you sorry, doll? It's not your fault I have this arm,'' he says, but you still feel bad regardless. ''I know, but I know how much you went through to get this and I just think it sucks, because you deserve none of that. But it does look cool,'' you say and you both laugh. ''It sure as hell does,'' he says and you wash his body followed by his hair. When you're all done you both get out and Bucky quickly changes the sheets so you can lay in a clean bed. When the two of you are cuddling, you fall into a deep sleep, shortly followed by Bucky.

~ A week later ~

When you woke up the next morning after your first time with Bucky, you felt like you were still on cloud nine. It is still a little hard to believe he is your boyfriend, but you're very grateful. What you were not so grateful for, however, is the fact that he had to leave early for an emergency mission, and you were left all alone. It did give you some time to hang out with Pepper though, since Tony was on the mission too. ''So? How was it?'' she asks when the two of you are sitting on the couch and catching up, you just told her you had sex with Bucky, and he wants to know all the details. ''Oh god, it was amazing! It was very rough and just, desperate lust at first, but once we both came it was nothing but pure love and I'm grateful for that,'' you sigh, thinking back to that faithful evening. ''I honestly forgot what it felt like to just make love to someone, to not have to worry about anything and just be wrapped up in the moment,'' you say with a big smile on your face.

''I'm glad you enjoyed it, it sounds like the perfect first time for both of you,'' she says. ''And are you together, or...?'' and you nod. ''Before we had the night of our lives he took me to dinner and he asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend and obviously, I said yes. But now he's on that mission and-'', before you could finish that thought your phone was ringing so you picked it up to see Tony is calling you. ''It's Tony...'' you say as you show Pepper and you quickly pick up. ''Tony, is everything alright? Are you hurt?'' you ask. ''I'm okay, honey, it's not me you have to worry about. Bucky got injured badly and is on his way to the Compound, so you should meet him at the hangar when the jet lands,'' he says. ''Sorry to have to tell you like this,''. ''It's okay, thank you for telling me...'' is all you say before you hang up. ''Bucky's injured,'' you say and you feel the tears creeping up again.

Not much later you're at the Compound waiting for Bucky, and you're getting impatient. Suddenly you hear the roaring engine and Steve lands the jet easily before opening the door, and you run onto it. ''Where is he?!'' you ask frantically and Steve immediately guides you to Bucky, who has a very deep cut across his chest, and his leg is in a weird angle. The super soldier serum isn't helping much with his healing, and it hurts to see him like this. ''Doll...'' is all he croaks out but you shush him. ''It's okay, I'm here. You're going to be okay,'' you say as you place a soft kiss on his head. This time it's time to take care of him, instead of the other way around and you're ready for it.

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I Will Always Find You

Chapter 5

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Angssssssst, conflicted feelings, grief, yearning, kidnapping mention, Protective!Din, a sad but tender goodbye

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Chapter Summary: The last day of the event is here, both you and Din have dreaded this. It’s hard to ignore your hearts. But ultimately, the time to say goodbye comes. But soon after arriving back to Nevarro, Greef Karga is met with a frantic message.

A/N: tbh I don’t know how I got this finished up, I’ve been Going Through It ™ recently. I feel like I really put some more than usual heart and soul into this one. I’ve been wanting to finish this so I can move on to the meaty parts we’re all waiting for. It’s not a large chapter but I promise things are starting to get on the ball here. The comments and reblogs have been so encouraging and I really appreciate it. 💗 My mind is half in/half out so please let me know if there’s a warning I’ve missed. Also, I’m having to fix the timeline I set in the first chapter to make this work so please ignore that, you didn’t see that 🫶🏻

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The inevitable day you had been dreading was here, much to your dismay. Just when things had started to go somewhere with Mando. Everything just felt so much more complicated now. A numbness threatens to overshadow your emotions.

It’s a morning like any other from this past week. The door slides away from your suite and you see him in his usual waiting spot, you feel your stomach somersault. How badly you will miss these kinds of moments, as small as it may seem.

He turns to you as soon as he notices you approaching him. You peer back into his visor, looking for eyes you’ve never seen and never will.

“Why the frown?” He asks. You were so in your head you didn’t even notice the deep set grimace you’d displayed. You feel caught in the act and shake your head, mustering a smile. “Nothing. My head is just elsewhere.”

A long pause looms between the two of you. You notice his shoulders tighten. He offers up his elbow, you reflexively place your hand hind in the space. You feel his bicep give an intentional squeeze, of what feels like an attempt to comfort you. A warm, soft feeling washes over you, feeling grounded by his reassuring gesture.

The Mandalorian is actually very expressive, just in more subtle ways most people probably wouldn’t notice. But you’ve paid much attention to him, because the more time you spend with him, the better you can read him. But he’s also exhibited a certain level of trust, that of which is hard to think about for too long. You might not know the meaning of each small expression but you can tell he’s hesitant. For what? You’re not entirely sure.

You feel like it’s too self indulgent to think that maybe he’ll say something. Tell you his feelings, ask for yours, something. But he doesn’t. You silently agree that it might be for the best.

He places his other broad hand on top of yours, securing it. It’s not much. But for today, and probably the rest of your life, it’ll have to be enough.

The two of you make your way to the atrium in silence.

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Din is tired, from a night of constant tossing and turning. He went farther than he meant to last night and played the memories on repeat.

His heart tightens in his chest when he thinks of how beautiful you are to him, how you looked at him last night. Lips parted, reflections of the fireworks danced in your eyes. He had thought to himself, you look like starlight.

He relished the feeling of your face against his bare palm. That was a huge step he never thought he’d see himself take, especially with someone he’d just recently met. But this week has proven that the amount of time you’ve known each other hasn’t mattered to either of you.

He feels as if he’s always known you, or meant to find you. He wasn’t sure if he believed in things like that, but he admittedly has witnessed stranger things during his time with Grogu, looking for the Jedi. The allies he’s made along the way, their stories and how they’ve imprinted on his life. The friend’s he’s made, the friend’s he’s lost. Loss after loss.

He’s become soft, over time. It started with Grogu, and it’s different now, in many regards. Maybe more so since you came into his life. But that softness gave you just enough room to nest into his chest, right next to his heart. Genuinely connecting with him and making him feel understood. He has never felt such a way for someone or understood this feeling up until now.

The universe, the galaxies, Maker, whatever-be damned. Why are they so cruel to put you in his life at such a vulnerable time and then rip you away all the same.

He feels guilty for it but he’s wondered what you would say or do if he told you his feelings. What then? What if he said “leave with me”? Would you run away with him? Do you feel the same?

There has to be some kind of affection there that you feel for him. He felt it (and heard it) in your heartbeat. The look in your eyes or the lilt in your voice when you speak to him, reserved for only him.

But is he really willing to put you in such a difficult position? To give you such a decision?

He resolved that he’ll follow your lead. And whatever happens, he will respect it. He will still love you, even if from afar.

Right person, wrong time.

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“Thank you to everyone who participated this week. We hope you’ve gained much wisdom. We’re honored you trusted us with your future leaders' education. We aspire to make you feel equipped to serve your worlds!” A man announces from the stage of the atrium, concluding the event.

Everyone in the audience applauds him, including you. You clap slowly though, donning an indifferent expression. You feel a hand gently grip your shoulder, it’s your father. He smiles and you do your best to mirror the expression back at him. You turn to your other side to see the Mandalorian, leaning against his usual spot on the wall at the back of the atrium.

You can’t help the gloom that spreads across your features when you see him. Your time is almost over, the week is coming to an end. After today, you will no longer see him.

He stands tall and gleaming in the sun that sneaks through the windows of the building, remaining as still as ever. Seemingly focused on you. You’re sure, you’ve BEEN sure, that you can feel his eyes. You’re going to miss that familiar gaze, a secret language the two of you now share.

You had debated asking your father to hire him for longer. Maybe he could escort you back to your planet, stay for a while, something. But you know that’s just your inability to let him go and that’s not fitting of a future senator. You need to be able to move on.

You accompany the other attendees filing out of the room, rejoining him. You take his elbow and feel him squeeze your hand within the crook of his elbow. You look up at him with a questioning look, and see his visor trained not on you, but beyond you.

“What is it?” You ask, turning your head to try and see what he’s looking at. When you do, in the distance, you see Jak staring back at you through the crowd, sneering. But almost as soon as he notices you, he abruptly looks away. Pathetic.

Rolling your eyes and making a tch sound with your tongue, “don’t pay him any mind, Mando.”

You can tell he listens by the way he loosens the flex on his arm and releases a low growl. Wait a second, did he really just growl? Not only that, but why did it make you dizzy?

You wrap your hand around his forearm and softly tap his pauldron with the side of your head, chucking softly, “down, boy.” You try to laugh it off, he responds with an amused huff.

Your heart thumps in your chest, he’s still so protective, even till now. Tears threaten to start pricking at the edges of your vision and you rub the back of your hand across them before he or anyone near can notice.

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“My dear friend, I’m so happy to have spent this week alongside you. I look forward to seeing what you do with Nevarro,” your father gushes to Greef Karga, holding and shaking both of his hands. Both men beam at each other, smiling.

“I’ve learned a lot here because of you,” Karga responds with a hearty chuckle. “I’m honored and privileged.”

“And if you need ANYTHING, please do not hesitate to reach out to me.”

“Likewise, my friend.”

Both of them embrace, patting each other on the back before they separate.

Mando and you arrive just as they’re finishing their goodbyes in the courtyard. Your father approaches Mando as you slip your hand away to give your own goodbye to Greef.

“I’m forever grateful for you and your service this week. Thank you for helping ease this father’s mind,” your father takes one of Mando’s hands into both of his own and he allows him out of respect. “Especially after the event with Brenna. Rest assured, his father got an earful from me.”

“You’re welcome, sir. That’s good to know,” Mando replies.

Off to the side, Karga hugs you tightly, letting go and holding either side of your arms.

“I hope the Mandalorian was good to you this week. He can be rough around the edges but he’s a good man,” he almost whispers, which doesn’t do much when Mando’s helmet can pick up on low sounds anyways.

“He was more than good, I promise,” you disclose. Of course, conveniently leaving out your budding infatuation with each other.

“I’m glad to hear,” you can almost swear he gives you a knowing look, but it’s hard to say. He pats the sides of your arms with his hands before stepping back to bow, “till we meet again, princess.”

You return the gesture with a bow and smile. Karga grins and walks away, patting Mando’s pauldron on the way out saying, “I’ll get the ship ready, meet me whenever you’re ready. No rush.”

Your father finishes his goodbye with Mando. He makes his way back inside the suite, reaching out to stroke your cheek on the way in, “whenever you’re ready, my dear.”

Now it’s just you and the Mandalorian, the time is here. Both of you shift to face each other. It’s taking everything in you to not let any tears escape, at least not in front of him. You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. You really don’t know what to say. You dreaded the moment so much you realize you didn’t put much thought into what you’d do.

The silence is almost palpable, tense and interrupted when you finally conjure the words to say, “thank you, for everything.”

He’s quiet, but nods. Maybe he’s struggling on what to say as well. You know each other enough to grant grace for this.

“I have something for you,” you offer. Like a curious Loth cat, he tilts his helm to the side. He watches you reach into your pocket, retrieving a small square of red cloth.

“I made this handkerchief ages ago. It’s not much, I just picked my favorite flowers from my planet and embroidered them onto it,” you begin to ramble, downplaying the sentimentality while you stretch the fabric across your hand to show him. “I just….wanted to give you something to remember me by. It’s not much, it’s silly, I kno-“

“It’s not at all,” he quickly interjects.

He begins to raise his hands, and then pauses, “are….are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t be offering in the first place if I wasn’t, Mando,” you assert, cheeks heated. He accepts this, taking the handkerchief into both of his gloved hands. He turns it upwards to seemingly admire the embroidery.

He starts to speak again, but you think you hear his breath hitch through the voice modulator of his helmet. He then carefully folds and inserts the cloth into a pocket on his side.

You didn’t expect much of a reaction, it was really already enough. But then he surprises you, reaching for your hands and holding them in his, between the two of you. You gasp softly in response, your eyes raise to meet with his visor.

“I have ... .something for you too, sort of,” he says in that low, husky voice that you swear you’d never tire of hearing. It sends goose bumps all over your body as your mind already races through possibilities of what he’s going to say. You wonder what he means by “sort of”.

“I want to give you my name,” his thumbs brush over your knuckles, it feels affectionate. As affectionate as the armor (and situation) allows. It’s not what you’d thought, but not disappointing at all. You feel as if your heart will burst out of your chest.

You immediately recognize how important, how special this really is. He’s going to trust you with his name, something that is almost unbelievably sensitive information. At least, to a Mandalorian.

“Please,” your eyes start to well up and it becomes harder and harder to tamp it back down. “I would be honored, please tell me.”

His grip tightens on your hands and he breathes, “it’s Din. Djarin.”

“Din….” You echo back to him, testing the name out loud. What a beautiful name. So simple, but so meaningful. It’s so him.

You smile as graciously as you can while fighting the few tears that have already escaped, “thank you so much, Din. I will hold your name close to my heart.”

He gestures with a quick nod, “This is the way.”

You give his hands a light squeeze in response before releasing them and stepping back. It’s already too much, you need to get out of here before the sadness itself chokes you, causes you to do something irrational.

You painstakingly compose yourself, resorting to holding your own hands crossed in front of you to tether yourself to reality. His eyes are on you, always on you.

“Goodbye, Din Djarin.”

A short pause as Din straightens his back, arms at his sides until he raises one to place a closed fist over where his heart would be on his chest. He bows his head.

“Goodbye, Princess.”

After that is pretty much a blur, as you spin around to seek the temporary refuge of your suite.

As soon as the door seals shut, you collapse, sliding down the door as a sob escapes your throat. You bury your head into your folded knees, muffling the sounds of your cries.

It’s done. It’s how it should be.

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Din lightly rests the forehead of his helmet against the sealed door. The same one he’s watched you disappear into every day, and then today for the last time.

His own forehead touches the inside of his helmet and he feels wet on his cheeks. He doesn’t remember the tears starting. But he doesn’t have to worry about anyone seeing that, obviously.

It’s easy to express his facial expressions in his mask. Without it, he feels naked. Vulnerable. Because truly, he’s expressive. He remembers looking into his reflection in the mirror, seeing his tears after violating his own creed.

He felt confused. Lost. He almost felt guilty that he didn’t regret it. Not really.

His chest feels tight, his heart in an unending cycle of grief. He wonders if he should have said more, or done more. But what could he have done? Wouldn’t it have made it harder on both of you?

For a split second, he raises his fist to knock against the door, but decides against it. Instead, quietly resting it against the door. His fist grips tighter, trying to contain his emotions.

He turns on his heel and stalks back to Karga’s ship.

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Din enters the cockpit and sits in his seat near Karga, silent and fluid like the killer he is. Karga jumps when he finally notices him in his seat, “oh! There you are.”

Din doesn’t respond, just proceeds to finish departing protocols into the dash of the ship. He grips the steering handles so tight that Karga can hear the leather of his gloves creak.

Karga looks around, then back to Din, sensing the change in the energy of the air but confused.

“Everything alright, Mando?”

“Yes.”

Karga notes the curt tone, still curious but rightfully decides to back off. Whatever happened was apparently not his business or need-to-know. He knows better than to pry with Mando. Sometimes.

Din steers the ship out of Naboo’s atmosphere, getting far enough to enter light speed and activate autopilot. As soon as he sets the switch, he leaves his seat and storms out of the cockpit.

Karga watches him leave. He seems concerned, but feels powerless to say or do anything.

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A Few Days Later

Karga’s ship makes a landing on Nevarro a few days after departing Naboo. If it were up to Din, he would go straight to the Razorcrest and leave right away. However, not possible yet, as Karga pressures him to return to his office with him, promising him his earned credits. He will also pick a bounty puck. Probably several. He needs to distract himself.

No matter, just go in and out. Leave as soon as possible.

For the last few days on Karga’s ship, he secluded himself to the bunk he occupied. Karga was visibly concerned and could sense the tension, but Din was in no mood to share the way his heart hurts. The insurmountable grief that has taken over him.

“Magistrate Karga!! MAGISTRATE!!”

Upon landing, a frantic protocol droid clamors towards Karga as soon as the ramp settles. Karga holds his hands out in an “easy, easy” gesture, “Sloooow down, slow down. Also, that’s High Magistrate Greef Karga.”

“My apologies sir but there’s an urgent matter!”

Karga and Din look at each other then back at the trembling droid, “what is it then? Spit it out!”

“During your departure from Naboo, we received a holo message for you and the Mandalorian. Please follow me!”

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“My friend, I hope this doesn’t reach you too late. I’m so sorry for the way I’ve had to do this, I’m under great stress. But I need your help, I need the Mandalorian’s help. It’s my daughter.”

Din, Karga and the droid surround a table, watching the hologram of your father projected in the middle. He looks as distraught as he sounds.

“W-We were making a fuel and supply stop on the way home. She’s been taken, Karga, TAKEN. I am such a FOOL.”

Din suddenly stands to attention, ready to jump into action, but stilling to listen to the entire message.

“I’ve been advised by my council to go into hiding at this time. I tried fighting them on it, that I need to find her, but they’re right. We need the Mandalorian-SHE needs the Mandalorian.”

Karga’s eyes drift to Din, whose shoulders visibly shake.

The message continues, “She asked to go into town for some errands. The planet has always seemed a safe enough place and I allowed it, as long as I went with her. But we were separated and I couldn’t find her! I think our enemy has finally made it to her by somehow finding out where our planned route home was. It’s the only reason I can imagine.

I don’t know where she is. We tried while we were on the planet, but time was becoming scarce. We are certainly being hunted now.”

You damned fool, Din mentally says to himself. Whether it is towards your father or himself, he’s not sure.

“Please, Mandalorian, PLEASE! Find my daughter! I will pay, I will do anything. And when you find her, please take her to the coordinates I’m providing. They’re family friends of ours, they will be a safe space for the two of you.”

The hologram ends and the picture cuts out. A moment of eerie silence looms. Save for the sound of creaking leather from Din’s gloves. But the aura coming off of him can be sensed by Karga. The feelings of anger emanating off of him in waves.

Before Din can agree, Karga turns to his droid, “make sure the Mandalorian’s ship is fueled, supplied and ready to go, NOW!”

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Karga speed walks after Din, who is easily faster than him. They arrive at the Razorcrest, worker droids bumble around the shop hurriedly finishing up their service. Din already has the ramp lowered.

“Mando, wait, hold on!”

Din raises his shoulders, obviously upset and tense, he stops in his tracks, turns to Karga, “there is no time, what!?”

“I’m just trying to tell you that the coordinates of where they were and where to take her are already uploaded for you.”

Din’s shoulders slowly lower, “thank you.”

“Please. Be safe. Call on me if you need anything. ANYTHING.”

Din quickly nods and turns, disappearing into the Razorcrest as the ramp shuts.

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It takes no time for Din to lift and steer the Razorcrest on course, hitting light speed as soon as possible.

His mind races. It hasn’t been too long though, he still has your heat signature. They are very likely keeping you alive, for a reason. He needs to start where you were taken. He realizes it’s already been several days since then, he needs to hurry.

As soon as he switches to autopilot, he slumps in the pilot seat. He knows he needs to regain his composure, he can’t make mistakes. He can’t let his emotions get the best of him. He needs to rest while he can, because the minute he steps off of this ship, it’s straight into trained hunter mode.

I’M the fool. I should have never left her.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small bundle. The handkerchief you gifted him. He’s kept it close to him this whole time. He unfolds it, revealing the silver ball. One of his ship’s lever knobs, the one that Grogu loved.

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dandylovesturtles · 7 months

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For the DVD commentary. IMBI, Chapter 6:

“In… Out… In… Out…”

He was underwater. He was fairly sure. Why else would everything be so wavery? The world was made of bobbing smears of color that made no sense.

“In… Out… In… Out…”

There was a lot of purple. He tried to focus, but nothing would stay still.

“In… Out… In… Out…”

“That’s good, Leo… Just follow Donnie, okay?”

Follow Donnie? Follow him where?

“In… Out… In… Out…”

The waves calmed, and he understood more. Donnie was in front of him. They were both wet, because they were underwater. Except they weren’t underwater. They were sitting on the ground.

“In… Out… In… Out…”

Donnie was telling him how to breathe. He was already doing it. He didn’t have to focus, his body following his brother’s measured instruction instinctively. Like he’d done this a hundred times. Except he couldn’t remember ever doing it once.

“In… Out… In… Out…”

Donnie was sitting in front of him. Except Donnie’s eyes weren’t focused on him. They were looking at something else, or maybe not looking at anything at all. He frowned. Was something wrong with Donnie’s vision?

“In… Out… In… Out…”

“He’s looking more lucid, Dee,” said Mikey. He realized then that Mikey was by his shoulder. Mikey was looking at him, so there was nothing wrong with Mikey’s vision. He put a little green checkmark on his mental list.

“Okay… keep breathing, Nardo,” said Donnie. “In… Out… In… Out…”

He followed this for a minute more. Or maybe an hour more. He wasn’t sure. But everything looked more solid. He was on the ground. It was raining. Donnie was in front of him, Mikey at his side. He couldn’t remember where he was, or how he got there.

What happened?

The words didn’t come out. He reached up to touch his throat.

“Don’t!”

Mikey’s shout startled him, and he lowered his hand again. Mikey winced, apologetic.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just… didn’t want you to… well.” He trailed off awkwardly, chewing on his lip.

Leo didn’t understand. Donnie had stopped timing his breaths. He was looking in Leo’s direction, but he wasn’t looking at him. Something was wrong. Donnie had been hit by the Krang, he fell, had he been hurt? Something was wrong.

Something was pounding right at the edge of Leo’s awareness, but when he reached for it, it fled. So he didn’t know what he was supposed to know.

He turned to Mikey. He wasn’t sure why that was his first instinct. Donnie wasn’t focusing on him. Something was wrong with his eyes. Something was wrong. He turned to Mikey.

“What happened?” he signed.

“You, uh… you had a panic attack? A really bad one, actually-”

Leo cut him off with a wave of his hand. That explained the breathing. It didn’t answer what he wanted to know.

“What happened to the Krang?”

“Uh, I don’t…” Mikey trailed off, then repeated the signs to Donnie, who looked at him. Looked at him without issue. So nothing was wrong with Donnie’s eyes?

The pounding got louder.

“...The Krang…?” Donnie repeated. Mikey stiffened. Donnie was looking back at Leo again, in that unfocused way that made worry spike through him. “Leo, the Krang are gone, remember?”

Leo didn’t remember. Then he did. You’ve been portal-chopped!

Wretched little pest!

Donnie was looking at him, but wasn’t. Leo realized for the first time that he wasn’t actually wet. He didn’t feel the rain.

He was here, but he wasn’t.

Leo lifted his hands, and signed.

“Did I die?”

Mikey repeated the signs to Donnie. Donnie’s face paled, and he looked sick. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead with his thumb.

“No, Leo, no. You didn’t… Your body is fine.” Another deep breath. “I believe a line you would appreciate would be something like, “You’re just a little out of it right now.””

Leo stared at him. Then he snorted. Or tried to. No sound came out.

“Was a that a pun?” he signed.

“Don’t make me do that ever again,” said Donnie dryly. Mikey gave the tiniest laugh next to him. “You’re alive, Leo,” he continued firmly. “We beat the Krang and you’re alive. We just have new problems to deal with.”

And beginning from Herbal Tea, please?

Draxum has become a father three times in his life.

The first time, of course, was with Michelangelo. The boy had helped (or harassed) him much over the last few months, and at this point his visits were an expected part of Draxum’s routine. Even, if he were honest with himself, an anticipated part of his routine, something he looked forward to the rest of the week.

It was during one of these visits, while Michelangelo was baking cupcakes in his tiny apartment kitchen and chattering away about what he and his brothers had been up to that Draxum recognized the warmth in his chest for what it was. This wasn’t merely his creation - this was his son.

The second time was immediately after their victory against the Shredder.

He had acknowledged the kids as his boys to Lou Jitsu, but that feeling of fatherhood was still missing between him and the other three. That didn’t stop him from opening his apartment to them, because they were exhausted and that pit they called a home was full of rubble and bad memories.

Long after the others were asleep, Raphael sat awake, back to the wall and eyes watching the door and the windows. When Draxum asked him about it, he admitted he felt like he couldn’t sleep - like the moment he closed his eyes, something would hurt his family.

Draxum didn’t bother telling him to sleep. He just sat next to him and promised to keep watch. And when the boy’s head finally listed and came to rest against Draxum’s shoulder, he gained another son.

The third time was months later. Michelangelo had been coming to his apartment regularly for training in his mystic powers, and Donatello had started tagging along. He claimed it was because he had an interest in alchemical compounds, but Draxum had a feeling that wasn’t all. There seemed to be growing tension back home that both boys were desperate to escape.

Draxum didn’t ask. He let Donatello peruse what books he still had at his leisure and allowed him to conduct alchemical experiments in the bathroom (under strict orders not to destroy anything).

The day the boy came to him with his a successful compound, Draxum told him he’d done very well. He received the first genuine smile he’d ever gotten from Donatello, and while he quickly schooled his expression back into something more neutral, Draxum would never forget that moment of pure joy on his son’s face.

Of the four of them, only he and Leonardo were still at odds. He wasn’t hostile, and he accepted Draxum’s presence in the family easily enough, but he kept Draxum at arm’s length, never opening up, never letting down his walls, never offering anything more than the surface level.

Where the other boys had come around, Leonardo still

resists

against the hold of Draxum’s arms, digging his feet into the dirt and straining to be free. He wriggles one arm loose, reaching back toward the smoldering wreckage of the collapsed tunnel, and he screams at the top of his lungs.

Thank you for all your stories!!

I'm so late to this ask, but thanks for sending it in!

He was underwater. He was fairly sure. Why else would everything be so wavery? The world was made of bobbing smears of color that made no sense.

Whenever I need imagery for things being muffled or wavery or hard to see or whatever, I usually reach for the feeling of being underwater. I was on swim team from elementary school through high school and was a lifeguard for about 4 years, and I've always loved being in or under water. So it's really familiar imagery for me haha

The waves calmed, and he understood more. Donnie was in front of him. They were both wet, because they were underwater. Except they weren’t underwater. They were sitting on the ground.

I actually wrote this sentence and then realized Leo isn't wet because he can't get wet haha. But I ended up leaving it in anyway and changing it so that Leo's understanding is just wrong here; he thinks he's wet because he's in a situation where he should be wet, but later he realizes he isn't wet and it adds to his confusion.

He didn’t have to focus, his body following his brother’s measured instruction instinctively. Like he’d done this a hundred times. Except he couldn’t remember ever doing it once.

Leo is dissociating so hard he's basically forgotten everything that occurred after the invasion, including his brothers taking care of him during panic attacks. I have another bit in chapter 1 (I think??) or maybe 2 about how each of them helps Leo through his panic attacks; there's no telling how many times Donnie has done this for him before.

In my headcanon for IMBI!Leo's post-movie recovery, he did have a few dissociative episodes, usually because he'd wake up from a bad dream or something else would happen that would make him have a hard time remembering where he is and what's happening. These typically didn't last too long, though, because someone would find him and help ground him, and over time Leo got more used to grounding himself.

Without a physical body, though, Leo has a much harder time grounding himself, so his dissociative episodes hit a lot harder. It's a lot harder to remind your brain that you're okay and alive when you literally can't feel anything. And this is pretty alarming for the other three, because they aren't used to seeing Leo this out of it, or having this much trouble bringing him back to reality.

Was something wrong with Donnie’s vision?

Leo will be actively dying but still more worried about his brothers than himself.

Mikey was looking at him, so there was nothing wrong with Mikey’s vision. He put a little green checkmark on his mental list.

As I was saying.

“Okay… keep breathing, Nardo,” said Donnie. “In… Out… In… Out…”

This is neither here nor there but Nardo is my favorite alternate nickname in the whole show and I think it's so cute that only Donnie calls him that. I feel like it conveys so much exasperated fondness <3

The words didn’t come out. He reached up to touch his throat.

“Don’t!”

Mikey’s shout startled him, and he lowered his hand again. Mikey winced, apologetic.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just… didn’t want you to… well.” He trailed off awkwardly, chewing on his lip.

Realizing he can't touch his throat is how this whole thing started, and since Leo lost awareness for awhile, it's possible that they've already cycled through some moments of starting to regain lucidity > realizes he can't talk > realizes he can't touch himself > back to dissociating again

Mikey just doesn't want him to go through it again.

Something was pounding right at the edge of Leo’s awareness, but when he reached for it, it fled. So he didn’t know what he was supposed to know.

The worst feeling is knowing you've forgotten something important but you don't know what it is because you forgot!

“You, uh… you had a panic attack? A really bad one, actually-”

Leo cut him off with a wave of his hand. That explained the breathing. It didn’t answer what he wanted to know.

I don't think Leo really had panic attacks prior to the krang invasion, but since he's medic Leo in this, he knows that's one way to help ground people after one. As I mentioned before, Leo basically forgot everything after Casey closed the portal to the prison dimension, so he's trying to find out how he got out.

“Uh, I don’t…” Mikey trailed off, then repeated the signs to Donnie, who looked at him. Looked at him without issue. So nothing was wrong with Donnie’s eyes?

Leo is a perceptive bugger, the good thing about this is that it makes narration easy from his perspective.

“...The Krang…?” Donnie repeated. Mikey stiffened.

I'm a little loosey-goosey on what sign language Mikey knows and doesn't know. I think if Leo fingerspelled Krang, then Mikey would have understood the question, but I can also imagine that Leo and Donnie came up with their own sign for "krang" that Leo used here instead of fingerspelling it. Even though he's lost his conscious memory of what happened, he'd still know how to sign that.

Anyway I don't know enough sign language to try and describe it (beyond some of the really simple/common ones) and that's why I don't. Sign language is still dialogue, though, which is why I just present it as such.

He was here, but he wasn’t.

Leo lifted his hands, and signed.

“Did I die?”

Leo knows Hamato ghosts are real, so he's just coming to the natural conclusion here.

Donnie’s face paled, and he looked sick. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead with his thumb.

I've said this before but IMBI from Donnie's perspective is just uninterrupted screaming. This kid is not having a good time.

“No, Leo, no. You didn’t… Your body is fine.”

He doesn't want to say "You didn't die" in front of Mikey because he knows it'll scare him, but he also has to convey to Leo what happened so Leo doesn't panic. He's threading a thin needle here.

“I believe a line you would appreciate would be something like, “You’re just a little out of it right now.””

Borrow Leo's coping mechanism.

“You’re alive, Leo,” he continued firmly. “We beat the Krang and you’re alive. We just have new problems to deal with.”

Very important information!

Aaaand putting the Herbal Tea talk under a cut.

Originally this entire first part was just supposed to be, like, a couple paragraphs max, maybe one sentence or so per boy, and the more I thought about how I wanted to open the fic the more I realized it was going to be longer than that. I still tried not to drag on too long, though.

WHY DID I CHOOSE PRESENT TENSE FOR THE FIC god it made the first part of this so messy as a result.

Even, if he were honest with himself, an anticipated part of his routine, something he looked forward to the rest of the week.

He likes it and he hates that he likes it.

This wasn’t merely his creation - this was his son.

Clearly Draxum is capable of paternal feelings, we see that throughout season 2. In my Draxum headcanons, though, I don't think he ever was thinking of his creations as people when it came to his plans. The turtles were turtles, and in his mind they would become mutant warriors that he would train the way you train a dog, with no real agency. If he'd gone through with this, it definitely would have been pretty horrifying, but personally I think, once he had the actual babies in front of him, once he realized they could talk and think and form opinions, those paternal instincts would have kicked in at some early point and he may have abandoned his plan to use the kids as warriors.

Maybe this is wishful thinking, haha, but I think this is really the way Draxum works best as reformed villain for me, the idea that the potential for him to change his mind was always there, he just didn't get the chance because he doesn't see the boys again for 13 years and by that time they're old enough to annoy him lol.

(Though I do also like harsh taskmaster Draxum for the angst potential.)

He had acknowledged the kids as his boys to Lou Jitsu, but that feeling of fatherhood was still missing between him and the other three.

The big difference between babies and teenagers is that teenagers have developed personalities, meaning you actually have to get to know them. It's easy to feel unconditional love for a baby because a baby isn't actually asking anything of you (beyond keeping them alive). So while Draxum by the end of S2 has accepted that he has some responsibility for these kids, and that he does feel fondness and care for them, it's not really the same as feeling like their dad. He doesn't know them that well yet. It takes time for feelings to develop.

In general, I think Raph would really struggle with hypervigilance after the Shredder (and the Krang don't help). Raph takes his self-appointed role as protector extremely seriously, and it's really hard for him to turn that off, even for necessary things like sleep.

Draxum didn’t bother telling him to sleep. He just sat next to him and promised to keep watch.

Draxum knew telling Raph to stop worrying and go to sleep wouldn't get them anywhere because it's not that simple. What Raph needs is to feel safe enough to let his guard down, to feel like hypervigilance is not needed, and the only ones who can really give that to him are the adults in the room. Draxum takes up Raph's post to give Raph that subconscious permission to sleep.

And when the boy’s head finally listed and came to rest against Draxum’s shoulder, he gained another son.

I feel like it's really underutilized that at this point in Raph's life, Draxum is basically the only person big enough to treat him physically like a child.

He claimed it was because he had an interest in alchemical compounds, but Draxum had a feeling that wasn’t all. There seemed to be growing tension back home that both boys were desperate to escape.

Things were rough while Raph and Leo were constantly fighting between the S2 finale and movie, and both Mikey and Donnie were not doing well as a result.

He let Donatello peruse what books he still had at his leisure and allowed him to conduct alchemical experiments in the bathroom (under strict orders not to destroy anything).

A terrible idea, but at least the tub is probably already grimy enough that Donnie can't really ruin it.

He received the first genuine smile he’d ever gotten from Donatello, and while he quickly schooled his expression back into something more neutral, Draxum would never forget that moment of pure joy on his son’s face.

The direct way to Donnie's heart is through praise.

We're only seeing Draxum's side of the equation here; Donnie's been burned before, so he was probably trying to hold on to some skepticism for awhile that Draxum was being sincere in his praise. But over time Donnie comes to trust that it's genuine, and he eats it up. For Draxum's part, it is entirely genuine; he's very impressed by Donnie and doesn't mind letting him know it, as long as he doesn't get too cocky.

I have all kinds of thoughts about Draxum and Leo. The thing about Leo is, he actually accepts people into what he considers his family pretty easily, and once you're there he's ride or die for you. I mean he basically forces Hueso into his found family entirely against his will, and there's that bit I love in the Sparring Partner episode where Leo says, "Back off, he's ours! ...Apparently," that I think hits at this truth that once someone has been established as Part Of The Family, Leo will do anything for them.

But I still tend to headcanon that Leo comes around on Draxum the slowest. Like I say here, I don't think Leo is necessarily hostile toward Draxum, and if Draxum were in danger Leo would try to help him just like he would any other member of his family. Once Mikey decides Draxum is their second dad, I think Leo was on board... to a point.

But Draxum was a real threat to his family, much moreso than anyone else Leo has previously accepted as part of the family. I think Leo would take time to overcome that, to start to let down his walls and display the vulnerability needed to connect with Draxum.

And to be fair this is on Draxum, too. I kind of imagine that Draxum is least impressed with Leo. Mikey is an adorable ray of sunshine and has massive untapped potential, Donnie is a genius and a hard worker, and Raph is physically strong, dedicated, driven, and extremely loyal. Leo, on the other hand, comes off at first look as someone who is lazy, entitled, full of himself, more than a little stupid, and honestly? mean to his brothers (sure, we know that Leo's teasing is ultimately meant in good faith and he cares about his family with his whole heart, but that doesn't mean it's obvious to someone who doesn't know him well).

So in my head, after the rest of the family accepts Draxum's presence, Draxum and Leo are just, at best, neutral toward each other. They aren't actively antagonizing each other (well, maybe Leo does, because it's funny) but they aren't really putting in effort to get to know each other, either.

By the time Herbal Tea takes place, Draxum has started to get to know a drastically different side of Leo than the one he's used to. Though we don't see it much in this fic, Leo at this point is trying really hard to make up for the mistakes that he feels got them here in the first place. This Leo is remorseful, driven, fiercely protective, and constantly pushing himself. These are the things Draxum wishes he could have seen from Leo before, except now he hates it because he's started to really care about this kid and all those things he thought would be positive changes are actually eating Leo alive.

So this whole fic is about Leo finally, finally letting himself be vulnerable in front of Draxum, and Draxum finally seeing Leo for the terrified, loving, incredible kid he is.

UH YEAH sorry for the ramble haha

thanks for the ask! sorry this took forever

#fic: i may be invisible but i still look good #fic: herbal tea

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amatchinwater · 2 years

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Reader hits Jason with a lunch tray for making fun of Eddie and Eddie then falls in love with reader

She/her reader

Thank you so much!! This was super fun 💚

Peace Sells | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ (language), mild blood, mild violence, light angst (mostly caused by Jason), kind of possessive behavior, protective reader and Eddie

Words: 1562

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Not my gif!! Credit to creator!!

For the first time in your life, you don’t completely hate being the new kid. It took two days, two measly days for you to find people that you can not only call your friends, but that you actually care about. In your third period, Gareth hit you in the face with a crumpled up ball of paper. At first, you were furious because why the fuck did he just throw something at your face? Until he instructed you to open it. Inside, scribbled in awful handwriting, was a note telling you to find him at lunch.

Which was weird because you didn’t think anyone would want anything to do with the new girl that showed up well over half way into the school year. But he had a nice smile and gave you a reassuring nod. When you found him as promised, he was surrounded by a bunch of guys smiling and laughing, the only one you’d cared to really look at was sat at the head of the table. Turns out, Eddie found out that Gareth shared a class with you and told him to invite you to their group.

Now, well over two weeks later, you’ve got six of the best friends you could ever ask for. Honestly, you were a little intimidated at first. Not to have your entire friend group be filled with guys, you don’t care about that. No, it was more so that they all seemed so close with one another; very tight knit. And letting in outsiders didn’t seem like something they just did. Definitely not after knowing you for less than twenty-four hours at the time. But you were welcomed with open arms.

Eddie said he’d never seen a girl walk into school confidently wearing a Motley Crue t-shirt, ripped black jeans, and combat boots. They all knew you were meant to be one of them. You didn’t know the first thing about DnD, but they offered to teach you and you’re actually really excited to learn about it. It sounds like a really fun game.

Everything was going great until, for some fucking reason, Jason Carver of all people decided to take an interest in you. You tried your hardest to avoid the blonde at all costs. But he was like the world’s most annoying magnet. Gravitating towards you every chance he got. Sometimes out of nowhere too. It was aggravating to say the least. Jason didn’t really seem to care, doing his best to lay the charm on thick like it’d work to his benefit.

It doesn’t.

Not a big surprise that it doesn’t stop him either.

Even when you’ve just gotten your tray of food and are making a beeline to the Hellfire table. Honestly, he’d probably follow you into the bathroom- where you often hide from him- if it wouldn’t get him into trouble.

“Hey,” Jason steps in your path, flashing his pearly whites, hands in his letterman jacket.

“What do you want, Jason?” You huff out, watching your friends turn their attention towards you from behind the jock. Jeff’s wincing in his seat while Gareth shakes his head at Eddie who’s already on his feet. Not coming over just yet, but watching with crossed arms and narrowed eyes. You love how protective they are of you, but you’re capable of looking out for yourself.

“I was wondering,” he looks down as he laughs a little, “hoping, really.” Jason corrects himself, blue eyes landing back on your face. “Maybe you’d want to sit with us today? With me?”

On one hand, you can appreciate Jason just shooting his shot so effortlessly. But you’re far from interested and have told him plenty of times that you’re not. “Jason,” you sigh, adjusting the now heavy tray from holding it for too long, “I really don-”

“Before you say no,” he holds his hands out, smile ever present, “I really like you and-”

“You don’t even know me.”

“But I’d like to get to know you,” Jason retorts.

Eddie’s moved, walking slowly towards the two of you now.

“Look, I’ve tried being polite,” you chuckle dryly, “really, I have. But you just can’t seem to take a hint even when it’s blatantly obvious.” People close to you have ceased their conversations to listen to yours, your voice having raised a few decibels. “So I’m going to say this one last time and I really hope it sticks. I’m. Not. Interested. Nor will I become interested if you keep pestering me. It’s exhausting! I don’t like you.”

“Is there someone else or something?” Jason looks confused.

Of course, that’s the only scenario in his mind that someone wouldn’t be swooning over him. Damn near drooling that the jock is giving them the time of day. “Jason, that’s not-”

“It’s because of Munson, isn’t it?” Jason’s eyes darken with his anger, malice seeping into his tone. “Him and his band of freaks have corrupted you, haven’t they? You know they’re satanists in their spare time, right? Yo-you’re not like them. You’re too pretty to align yourselves with a freak like Ed-” you don’t let him speak Eddie’s name, opting for flinging the food off of your tray onto his clothes as you whack him right in the face with the hard plastic.

The whole cafeteria goes silent save for Eddie’s shouted, “yes!”

Jason stumbles a little from your hit, rubbing his jaw, eyeing you with venom in his eyes.

“You don’t get to fucking say his name. Eddie isn’t a freak, he’s an amazing, normal fucking human being who enjoys playing a game with his friends. If anyone’s a freak, it’s you. He’s ten times the man you’ll ever be,” you growl, lifting your tray to take another swing at him should he try something else.

But you forgot how agile someone needs to be to be as good at sports like Jason. How fast. He grabs your wrist, the tray clattering to the floor as he yanks you to his chest. Jason’s face is two inches from yours when he seethes, “who the fuck-”

Once again, Jason’s words are cut short when a ring clad hand wraps around his shoulder, Eddie having made it over to the two of you. The twisting of Jason’s body made him let go of your wrist, which you rub to regain circulation, hoping it doesn’t bruise. “Wrong move,” is all Eddie growls, rearing back his fist and punching Jason right in the face. Hard enough that there’s dribbles of blood on his knuckles and the jock falls on his ass. Eddie squats down, absolutely furious, Jason clutching his bloody nose while Eddie yanks him close by his jacket collar. “You think you can put your hands on my girl?”

His girl? Your heart does backflips in your chest. You can’t even begin to deny that Eddie is incredibly attractive. Or the several wet dreams you’ve had about him. Or how happy you’d be if you were his girl. But not once since you’ve been friends with him have you ever thought he had feelings for you that weren’t platonic. He treats you the same way he does the rest of the guys. One glance at your table shows your friends are just as shocked by his words as you.

“Apologize, Carver,” Eddie spits his name, “now.” You half hear a muffled apology while Jason tries to stop the bleeding. “You ever touch my girl like that again, or any girl for that matter, I’ll break more than just your fucking nose. Got it?” The jock nods wildly and Eddie drops him, letting him lay back on the ground in pain. Eddie’s back up on his feet, one hand cupping your cheek, the other carefully holding your hand to inspect your wrist. “Are you alright?”

You want to answer. Nod and tell him that yes, you're fine, just more shaken than anything. But those words don’t come out. What does is, “your girl?”

“I’m sorry,” a saccharine laugh bubbling out of his chest, “did you not just smash him in the face defending my honor? I’m pretty sure my heart leaped out of my chest the minute your food went flying. I fell in love on the spot watching you hit him like that. And then that speech,” Eddie tucks your hair behind your ear, smiling, “I’m amazing, huh? Ten times the man?”

“Well,” you shift on your feet, squirming under his undivided attention. He just punched a guy in the face for you and called you his girl. Your heart is practically levitating. Eddie just told you that he loves you because you defended him against Jason and you can barely think. “Yeah, you are,” you admit, a blush turning your cheeks and ears scarlett.

Eddie pulls you to his chest by the small of your back, “so are you, beautiful.” He grins at the darkening shade of your cheeks. “So yeah, my girl,” he says with such confidence. But softens just a touch, “you cool with that?”

“Very,” you barely have a chance to fully utter the word before his lips are on your and you melt into him. Were it not for Eddie’s arm wrapped around you stabilizing you both, you’d have knocked him on the ground next to Jason.

“Fucking bullshit,” the blonde grunts.

You flip him off, smiling into the kiss with Eddie.

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Just Us

Pairings: Marcus Pike x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, soft kisses, budding romance.

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Part of @toomanystoriessolittletime December writing challenge.

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You were nervous.

Not that you were going to tell Marcus that, especially when he had organised a wonderful date. The sound of laughter and screams fills your senses as you edge closer to the ice rink. Please don’t let me make a show of myself. We’ve only been on four dates. He’s gonna run a mile.

The feel of his hand gently squeezing yours pulls you from your thoughts and you slowly turn your head to meet his gaze.

“Hey, you ok?” He asks, his voice soft as he turns to face you, lifting his hand to caress your cheek. “You seem a little anxious.”

You smile at him bashfully, your eyes flicking towards the ice before meeting his gaze again. “It’s just…,” you stammer, worrying your bottom lip. “I’m not very good at ice skating. I always fall.”

His eyes shine bright beneath the artificial lights and a smile begins to form at the corners of his mouth. “It’s ok, I’m quite good at it.”

Your heart hammers in your chest. Of course he is. He is good at everything. Great, I’m gonna look even worse now. His thumb runs down along your cheek and under your chin, tilting your head upwards so you meet his gaze. “What I meant is that I’m good enough for the both of us. As long as I’ve got you, I’m never gonna let you fall.”

Is it too early to say the L word? You think to yourself as he leans in and kisses you softly. “Come on, let’s get our skates.” He laces his fingers with yours once again and leads the way.

***

Standing at the edge of the ice rink, the butterflies in your stomach flutter wildly as you slowly step out. Marcus is there, hand outstretched, waiting for you to take it.

With a glance up at him you stammer nervously, “you promise you won’t let me fall?”

He smiles at you as you take his hand, “with everything that I am, I promise I won’t let you fall.”

“Ok,” you say calmly as you feel him pull you slowly towards him. Your legs are a little shaky at first but with Marcus’s tight grip and gentle instructions, you soon find your groove. With a tight grip on your hand, he pushes you out from his side a little. “Hey, remember what I said? I won’t let you fall,” he says softly at the anxious look on your face.

“I trust you,” you say with a smile. He starts to move, pulling you along beside him as you both glide along the ice. He picks up speed slightly and then he swirls you around before pulling you into his warm embrace.

“Wow,” you say with your hand resting on his chest, the thrum of his heart calming your racing one. “That was amazing. You’re really good at this.”

“Had loads of practice. My mom and dad used to take me, my brother and sister to the ice rink in town every year. Sort of like a family tradition.” Maybe I can take you next year? He thinks to himself.

“How about we get some hot chocolate?” He says as he stares down at you, the flash of some unknown emotion in his eyes. As he guides you both back towards the edge, the little voice inside your head urges you to admit your true feelings for the man. He’d been so understanding tonight and never once left your side, making sure he kept his promise.

“That wasn’t so bad,” you say as you both hand back your skates. Marcus looks down at you with a warm smile on his face and his eyes are full of adoration. “I knew you’d like it. And you were great.”

“Only because I had you holding me the whole time. Maybe next year I’ll be able to skate without squeezing your hand to death,” you say with a laugh, using humour to disguise your embarrassment. Marcus is now staring at you with an unreadable look on his face and you can’t hear that his heart is beating hard inside his chest, so hard that it is deafening his ears.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you begin to fiddle with the strings in your scar after coming to the realisation of what you’ve just said. Next year. You said next year, assuming that you’ll even be together for that long and now you're worried that you were coming on too fast.

“Shit. I’m sorry,” You apologise quickly, hoping to explain yourself and salvage the moment you were just having with the man, “That was too forward of me. It’s just that I have so much fun when I’m with you… I feel like I can be myself, and… I really like you-no. No, actually, I don’t like you. I love you and I want to-'' Marcus's lips press against yours, stopping you from rambling.

His tongue runs along the seam of your lips and he swallows the soft moan that escapes them. You can’t believe he’s kissing you like this. That he hasn’t run a mile after you told him you loved him. God you hope he’s the one. You know he is. You just hope he feel it too.

Once those three little words left your lips, Marcus needed to kiss you. He was worried his emotions would make him stumble on his words so he did the only thing he could think of. Kiss you. He’s never felt like this before. Not with anyone and he knows deep down to his very bones that you're the one.

“Oh thank god,” he breathes out as he pulls back a little. Finally able to form coherent sentences, he holds your cheek in the palm of his hand. “I’ve wanted to tell you all night but I was worried I’d scare you off. I love you too, baby.”

Your lips meet again in a passionate kiss and a group of young people pass whistling and jeering. “Get a room,” they shout.

A laugh erupts from you both and Marcus rests his head against yours. “Maybe we should, you know….get a room?” You say bashfully as you hold his gaze.

Marcus’s eyes blow wide with lust as he pulls back and twines his hand in yours. “Mine or yours?”

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Cha-Cha - An Enigma - Strictly NRC Dancing

Author Notes: And with this the Octatrio will all have their dance fics. I'm not gonna lie, I think Azul's turned out the best. But that could just be personal taste and/or the waltz speaking. While this specific dance doesn't have any inspiration the judges comments were heavily inspired by the judges comments on Milo Manheim and Whitney Carson’s Cha-Cha from Week 1 Season 27 of Dancing with the Stars. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List

Type: Dance Au/ Female reader/ fluff/ platonic but you could probably take it as romantic if you squint a little

Word count: 921

The cha-cha was a playful and rather flirtatious dance, which meant one would naturally want a partner that could keep up with such energy.

Cater, Ace, Floyd, or Ruggie would be the individuals one would select simply based on that description. But my partner was not on that list.

That said, Jade had no trouble being playful or even flirty. In fact, despite his usual gentlemanly butler act, he seemed to excel at both things.

What he apparently did not excel at, though, was dancing.

Jade wasn’t like Ace or Lilia, who threw in too many of their own moves, and he wasn’t like Riddle, whose dance was rather devoid of emotion. Jade followed the rules but also managed to get into the basic energy of the dance.

His trouble also wasn’t that he was lacking in strength or coordination.

In fact, one could even argue that Jade was rather elegant with little to no difficulty. But then, to be fair, all of the mermen of Octavinelle seemed to have a natural sort of grace.

But despite having the makings of a good dancer, Jade was not good. I couldn’t say he was exactly bad either, but… Well, dancing didn’t seem to come naturally to Octavinelle’s vice-housewarden.

He perpetually needed polishing if Floyd’s instruction during off-hours at Monstro Lounge were anything to go by.

It was an enigma, rather like Jade himself. How could someone be so innately graceful yet so unable to dance? Was it a simple lack of rhythm? But that didn’t make sense either, considering Jade could play both the upright bass and the bass guitar in the Octatrio’s band.

It was truly unfortunate, because even during choreography, I could tell Jade had the makings of a good dancer who would be a fun partner.

He was capable of teasing his partner and having a good bit of fun, save for the fact that while he was dancing, he was so incredibly out of his comfort zone. Because Jade knew he wasn’t a good dancer.

In fact, he’d fessed up to it the very moment I’d walked into choreography practice and saw him standing there.

“I’m afraid this is more in my brother’s realm of expertise…” He’d trailed off, a rather uncomfortable smile on his face.

It had been startling since the only other time I’d ever seen Jade out of his comfort zone was usually when he was up at any height, such as during flight class. Other than that, the eel merman seemed to excel at everything. But now I knew something else he struggled with. Dancing.

Despite my usual habit of teasing, I didn’t even think of picking on the young man as we got ready for our performance. Instead, I ended up smiling reassuringly at him, “It’ll be okay. You’ll do fine, and even if you don’t pass this class, there are other dances that I’m sure you’ll be great at.”

The tight smile he gave me was all the answer I needed, but, ever polite, he still responded as he readied himself, “I appreciate the sentiment, Prefect. However, I'd prefer not to have to perform again. I do not relish making a fool of myself.”

I patted him affectionately because Jade wasn’t all bad and I couldn’t help but feel for the usually poised young man.

Seeing Jade behave awkwardly was… unsettling.

“You won’t. Just think: you’re going after Ace. As long as you don’t gyrate as much as he did, no one will mock you,” I smiled winningly up at the young man and received a flickering smile to his face, half-amused by my words.

“No, but Floyd will crucify me if I ruin this.” I laughed at his comment, drawing a smile to his face.

And that wasn’t the only time he smiled. In fact, he grinned at me throughout our performance. Slipping in little teasing remarks even as I could tell he was doing his very best to ignore the multitude of people watching.

But even then, he didn’t pass the class.

“Your timing was brilliant, and you have a wonderful stature for a good appearance while dancing. But,” Crewel paused, meeting Jade’s gaze, and the poor boy didn’t even look surprised.

He just stood there. A polite smile on his face as he received his condemning grade.

“You unfortunately did not finish your moves, and this is common for a boy of your height,” Crewel finished, glancing over to see Trein nodding his agreement before picking up where the younger instructor left off.

“Yes, your height and the length of your limbs seemed to be your greatest trouble, Mr. Leech. You stopped your motions too soon and didn’t stretch all the way through your legs, and even ended up looking a little knobbly kneed sometimes.”

Crowley pressed his hand to his mouth, frowning slightly as he nodded before looking up at the young man next to me once more, “Yes… I’m afraid we cannot give a passing grade for this performance due to too many technical issues.”

Jade accepted his failure with grace, as expected, but I still found myself patting him on the arm as I leaned around to better look him in the eye, “Either way, you did good. And I don’t think Floyd will crucify you.”

He paused, glancing over his shoulder with his signature sharp-toothed grin of his face that promised he was just as much trouble, if not more, than his chaotic brother. "True, I would give him a great deal of difficulty with that."

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The Jason Todd Anomaly

Chapter 11: Fuck Off Dick

Pairing: Jason Todd x female!Reader

Warnings: just some arguing, Dick is being a dick

Summary: Jason and Y/N are recovering when they receive an invitation they can’t refuse

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Jason groaned as he tried to move. Every part of his body felt like it was bruised. He hadn't been this beat up in a long time honestly, mostly just keeping people out of his territory, maybe getting into a scuffle with Penguin or Two-Face, nothing like last night. He tried to sit up but felt an arm on his chest. He looked down, remembering that he had fallen asleep with Y/N next to him. He was able to turn his head and saw her still asleep. She looked like hell and he could imagine he wore similar coloring.

"Everything hurtssss..." Y/N said, extending the 's' longer than needed. Jason chuckled but moaned, his ribs must have been at least bruised. He thought she would pull away, try to get up, but instead she scooted closer. He was still in his armor so he barely felt her head on his chest but just seeing it there and his heart started beating faster. What the fuck? It never did that. He had thought he was going to resist her but somehow that seemed stupid now. She had hinted last night that she had feelings for him. She had almost died. How could he not try to be with her when she seemed to want to be with him?

"Well, how was your first night as a member of the Bat Family?" Stephanie asked, bounding up the loft stairs carrying a tray with herbal tea, some breakfast, and pain meds. Y/N groaned and sat up slowly. Jason sat up quicker, making him wince, but he set the pillows up so Y/N could lean on them and not the cold headboard. She looked at him and smiled and in rare form, he gave her a smile back. Then he looked to Stephanie, who was smiling from ear to ear. The tray was set over Y/N's lap and she downed the meds with some tea, not caring how it burned. Jason did the same.

"It fucking sucked, I hate this family," Y/N said. "Count me out of Thanksgiving." Steph clapped. "Thank you, tell the others thank you from me too, I appreciate all the help." The young Robin nodded and left the wounded alone to eat breakfast. "She brought us pancakes but its after 2PM."

"This is normal breakfast time here," Jason said. "Normally I'm making the pancakes, Tim must have done these ones, they're overcooked." Y/N stared for a moment. "What? I can cook." She smiled at him and ate more food. Jason watched her for a moment before saying what he had been dreaming while unconscious. "You killed Harley." Y/N swallowed what was in her mouth, considering her next words.

"Yes, I killed her," she said. "Anyone else have a hand in your death?" Jason shook his head. "Good, my Jason Todd revenge killings list is checked off, now to move onto those fucking bird freaks." She sat back a bit, finished eating. Jason moved the tray to the floor, glad the pain meds were starting to take some affect. He needed to get up, get a shower, and tell the others about their escapade the previous evening.

"Thank you for killing her," he said. "Do you want to shower first or let me?" She turned to look at him, smirking.

"I want to make a joke about showering together but I don't want to laugh right now," she said, blushing a little. Jason chuckled and groaned, ya, the pain meds weren't that good yet. "Go shower, you probably want to get out of all that bullet-proof shit." He nodded. "I'm going to walk around a little bit, my legs are aching."

"Don't leave the tower, please," he instructed. She nodded and assured him she wasn't going anywhere for awhile. The drugs were here, so where else would she go? Jason went to his bathroom and stripped down, turning on the hot water. He climbed in and let the water cleanse him of not only the blood and muck of the previous evening but of the drive for revenge against Harley. It was now time for a new creed of vengeance. He was planning an owl hunt.

Y/N wandered down the stairs to the main area of the tower. There was a wall of guns, another full of screens and lab equipment, and another had the kitchen area. Tim was cleaning up the area, Damian was at the table, feet propped up, reading what looked like an old Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. Alfred and Stephanie were no where to be seen, and Dick was watching the screens, studying what was clearly camera footage from the Monarch the previous evening. Y/N walked over slowly, watching with him. Damn, her takedown of Harley was awesome.

"So you have cameras at all the hideouts of crime lords?" she asked. Dick looked at her, eyes full of annoyance. O guess he wasn't a fan of hers anymore, boo-fucking-hoo.

"Jason has the cameras, keeps track of things, I'm guessing so he can plan blackmail or to somehow intimidate them," he said. "You're a killer."

"That I am," she said without remorse. "She was one of the reasons Jason died, I'm glad she's dead." Dick shook his head. "He's your brother..."

"He's never really been a brother, not like the others have," he said. She glared at him. "What? He doesn't stand for anything Bruce did, that we do. He's reckless, and angry, and murderous. He's no better than Harley and her ilk."

"If I had the energy to punch the shit out of you right now I would," Y/N snarled. Dick looked at her surprised. "What? Did you think you listing off Jason's flaws would make me agree with your self-righteous ass? No, fuck off Dick. Batman, Bruce Wayne, whatever, thought he was such a good guy, locking up all those psychos from the city in Arkham, but what good really did he do? He was working for 25 years in this city and its still a cesspool of violence and trash. Maybe if he would have taken out a few of those villains things would have been different. Jason understood that. Probably why Bruce stood aside and let Joker kill him. He knew Jason was right..."

"You keep your opinion of Bruce in your head or else..." Dick moved closer to her, face livid.

"Or what Dick?" Jason said, walking over to them. Tim and Damian were watching now, wondering if they were going to have to stop another fight between their older brothers.

"She doesn't respect us, or Bruce," Dick said. "She is blinded by bloodlust just like you, we are supposed to be better than the bad guys." Jason shook his head.

"You are an idiot, being better than them means they win, because they can come back over and over and over until this city is cut up, in pieces, and secret societies start taking it back for themselves," he said. Dick stepped back, confused. "Ya, we need to have a chat about what actually happened last night. The Monarch wasn't our first stop." Jason glanced back at Y/N. "Go shower, I'll tell them about what happened. I left some clothes for you in the bathroom, I'm sure they don't fit, but its all I could do." Y/N smiled at him.

"You'd be surprised, I'm sure they fit better than you think," she said. She reached out and gently took his hand, squeezing it gently, before heading back up to the loft. Jason turned back to Dick, glaring before going to the kitchen table and sitting down. Tim, Damian, and Dick all joined him and he told them what had happened. He explained the court, they're offer to him, the killing tunnel, and his best guess where that place even was. He wasn't entirely sure. They sat in silence for a long time after that before all producing a feather from their pockets.

"We've been wondering what these were about," Tim said. "Also...this arrived before you guys got here last night. And we each received one also." He slid a box across the table to Jason. He untied the bow and opened the fancy package. Inside was an invitation and a mask, black and red, made to cover his forehead and eyes but leave his mouth exposed. He frowned, opening the invitation.

Mr Todd, You are cordially invited to a fundraiser for the GCPD To be held at the newly acquired Gotham City Hotel Friday the 13th beginning at 9PM. No need to RSVP, you will attend The Court

"Those fuckers don't give up do they?" he grumbled. Tim slid another box forward.

"This one is for Y/N," he said. Jason glared at the offending package before opening it. Inside was a smaller mask, more feminine, and it was black and red, matching his. They had matched her to him, marking her as a target with him. Shit. Maybe he should try to resist his feelings, resist her. But she would be so angry, what right did he have to pull away from her when she would need him and his help? He needed her as much as she needed him, they would have to get through this together because there was no other way.

"We're going to this fundraiser and we will back you up Jason, you and Y/N," Tim said. "Right you two?" he continued, throwing pointed looks to Dick and Damian. Damian shrugged while Dick just stared at Jason for awhile before nodding. Damian stood up and looked at the other three before asking,

"Who's going to tell Y/N she has to find a dress for a party?"

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ilovecupcakesandtea · 9 months

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Chapter 1 Chapter 6

Eddie wasn't sure how he was going to get through the day. They'd got home too late yesterday to do anything but bring things into the house and set Nova's pack and play up in the master bedroom. A room that Steve insisted Eddie took so that he had more room for him and Nova. As well as a bigger ensuite bathroom for a changing table. But as they started to put things together and move things around into various rooms Eddie couldn't help but notice, and appreciate, how Steve's muscles moved under the thin t-shirt he wore as he did, well, anything really.

This latest one was absolutely going to kill Eddie off though, he was sure of it. Steve putting together a crib, that he'd ran out and picked up first thing whilst Eddie fed Nova, meant that not only was he using his hands, bending and twisting to get into position, he was doing it for a baby that wasn't his and he'd really only known a few days.

"I erm, " Eddie spluttered as Steve bent over heavily to tighten a screw up, "need a drink" he practically shouted as he ran from the room. Walking to the kitchen he took a few deep breaths and thought the most unsexy thoughts he could think off to help his situation.

Coming back into the room with two glasses of water and a bottle of water made up for Nova Eddie dropped the bottle. Steve was there checking over the instructions, topless. A slight sheen of sweat running over chest and his hair a little messier than normal. This had to be the end, he'd clearly fallen and hit his head, there was absolutely no way this was Eddie's life.

He put the glasses down, picked the bottle up, wiped it and handed it to Nova.

“Eddie?” Steve asked, voice slightly raised. “Earth to Eddie!”

"Yes, hi, sorry" Eddie squeaked out before clearing his throat, "here's some water" he said, thrusting a glass of water at Steve.

“Thanks. You alright? I called your name like three times.”

"Yeah, I'm ok, sorry. Just spaced out for a second" had he really been that out of it? Had Steve noticed him staring?

“Anyway,” Steve said, sounding like he didn’t quite believe Eddie. “Someone is at the door. Could you answer it while I try to finish this up?”

"Someone's at the door?" Eddie questioned. "Someone's at the door, yes I shall go and answer it. Promptly." He said walking out of the bedroom. Stopping to take a second on his way down the stairs to bang his head on the wall. "Stupid Eddie, going to ruin everything" he muttered to himself

Answering the door Eddie was greeted with the sight of Dustin, Will, Mike and Lucas on the other side.

"Eddie?!" Dustin said surprised.

"Last time I checked, that's me. What's up? You guys after Steve? He's currently busy." Eddie replied.

"Well yes but you're good enough" Mike cut in before Dustin could speak.

"Tone mini Wheeler. Now what can I do for you gentleman and Mike."

"We, erm, heard there's a baby? Kind of wanted to know about their sudden appearance is all" Will spoke.

"There is infact a baby, yes. What about them?" Eddie asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Dude! You didn't tell us you even had a partner nevermind a pregnant one! Who's is it?! That weird chick that speaks to you at lunch sometimes? The girl from the record store that fancies you?" Dustin rambled, listing off potential baby moms off on his fingers.

"She's not mine, chill out 'kay." Eddie spoke loudly to cut Dustin off, "she's my sister. My loser of a sperm donor decided he didn't want a kid, again, so I've taken her in."

"Why did we have to find out about her through Steve and my mom" Mike asked, clearly pissed.

"Because she's a baby! I was busy taking care of her and working to make sure I can look after her. Why did you turn up here if you were surprised to see me here?" Eddie questioned.

"Steve picked up baby stuff thought, he'd know what was going on," Dustin shrugged.

"Well now you all know what's going on ok. Look, we're busy right now. Me and Nova moved in with Steve, because he has more room and he offered, but today is the first day. Give us a few days and you can come and meet her, ok?"

"That's absolutely fine, isn't it guys, come on, let's go!" Will said, grabbing the other two by their wrists and moving them away from the door.

"I'll drop you all messages when we're settled ok, bye!" Eddie shouted after them before heading inside.

Steve is standing in front of the sink, sleeves rolled up as he washes the dishes from lunch when there’s a knock on the door. They had finished unpacking the last of Nova and Eddie’s stuff before having lunch, planning to relax for the rest of the day. It had been a busy couple of days and Steve just wanted to rest. If it was the damn kids again wanting something, well they’d just have to get over it and try again another day. He wouldn’t normally be so set on telling them no. Opening the door he found his neighbor Susan, hair perfectly curled, make up done, and dressed for a night out with a large container in hand.

“Hey Steve. I noticed you had someone moving in and I thought I’d bring over some cookies to welcome them to the neighborhood.” Susan offered with a smile.

“Yeah sure that’s why you brought cookies.” Steve mumbled.

“What?” Susan asked, confused.

“Nothing. Thanks, that was nice of you.” Steve replied flatly, not even trying to hide how annoyed he was by her presence. He was trying to think of a way to get her to leave before she had the chance to flirt when he felt Eddie coming up behind him. Exactly what he was hoping to avoid, knowing Susan just wanted to flirt with the new guy in the neighborhood since Steve was never responsive.

"What can I smell? Something smells wonderful!" Eddie asked as soon as he was behind Steve "How rude of me, I'm Eddie" he said smiling at Susan and holding his hand out for a shake.

“I’m Susan.” She replied, shaking Eddie’s hand while looking him up and down. “I noticed you moving in and thought I’d bring over some cookies and welcome you to the neighborhood.” handing Eddie the container.

"Oooo! Cookies! I love cookies, thank you, I'll go put these in the kitchen and check on the terror, see if she's up from her nap yet" he said cheerfully skipping off.

“Yeah, thanks Susan. See ya around.” Steve said harshly as he shut the door, not wanting for a response or for her to start walking away. “God, I can’t stand her.” He huffed once he caught up with Eddie on his way upstairs.

"Why?" Eddie questioned through a mouth full of food. "These are amazing," he said, offering Steve a bite.

“Why? Seriously? Could you not figure out the real reason she was here offering her shitty baked goods?” Steve grumbled.

"What reason? She was just being welcoming" Eddie shrugged.

“Welcoming? Wow. Yeah, no. Did you not notice her checking you out?” Steve asked as his voice got louder. He couldn’t help it. Susan just got under his skin so easily, flirting with some guy she’d just met without knowing if he was even single.

"She was checking me out?" Eddie said, sounding shocked.'"Is she single? Think I stand a chance?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Yes she was. I really don’t know how you missed that.” Steve said. “She’s married but that doesn’t stop her from trying to flirt with any guy she sees.”

"Breaking my heart here Stevie" Eddie cried out, clutching his chest. "Are you telling me I'm not special?" He asked, getting into Steve's space.

“To her? Not even a little. She still tries that shit on me sometimes. I don’t know how you’re eating that. Anything she’s ever made has always been horrible.”

"These are quite nice," Eddie shrugged.

"Your taste buds must be broken then. They're all yours though. Don't have to worry about sharing with me." Steve said, storming off to the kitchen as Eddie went to check on Nova. Susan always seemed to think that all she had to do was bring some guy her shitty baked goods and she could flirt with him, probably hoping to get somewhere with them too. It always annoyed Steve but now that she was starting with Eddie he was pissed. Eddie had moved into his house. For all she knew they were together, not that it would have stopped her anyway.

Steve got everything he needed to make an apple pie. Sometimes he would bake if he got bored enough and take it to work so he always kept the ingredients for some of his favorites around just in case. How would Susan feel if Steve turned things around, brought over this pie and tried to hit on her husband? She was going to eat this stupid pie and realize that she wasn’t going to win over Steve with her baking or use it to take Eddie from him. Not that Eddie was his or anything but she didn’t need to know that.

When Steve had pulled the pie out of the oven Eddie had wandered into the kitchen sniffing the air. Steve just glared at Eddie until he left. He let the pie cool while he wrote a note to go with it. He’d considered knocking on the door and actually talking to her but he didn’t really want to hear her annoying voice anymore than he had to. The pie went into a container with the note taped on top. Steve set it down on the door mat, knocked on the door, and walked away. He didn’t wait to see if one of them answered, or even turn around to check. Hopefully they’d be seeing a lot less of Susan.

Susan,

You really should find out if a man is taken before you start flirting with him. Does Allen know what you do with the things you bake? Does he know you use them to try and hit on other men? I doubt you’d want him to find out so I suggest you leave what’s mine alone.

ps. This is what actual good baking tastes like. You should be glad I don’t do the same as you. I’m sure Allen will like the pie.

Steve

The sound of footsteps on the stairs has Steve reaching under his bed for the baseball bat he keeps there. He doesn’t get the chance to try and wake up as he slowly opens his door and quietly goes down the stairs, brain still foggy from sleep. Once he made it to the bottom of the stairs he noticed the kitchen light turn on followed by the sound of opening cabinets. What Steve saw when he made it to the kitchen doorway had him freezing in place for two reasons. One being that in the fog of sleep he’d forgotten that he no longer lived alone so there was another reason for noises in the house besides a possible break in. Second, he needed a minute to process the sight in front him.

Eddie was standing there, heating up water on the stove. The problem was what he was wearing, sweatpants that sat obscenely low and nothing else. Eddie had absolutely no clue what he was doing to Steve’s poor brain, standing there shirtless with all his tattoos on display.

“Steve, what’s with the bat man?” Eddie asked.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I just heard noises and woke up. Guess I kinda forgot you were here.” Steve apologized as he set the bat down against the kitchen door frame.

"Always good to know I'm missed when I'm not physically there" Eddie laughed.

Nova spent a couple of weeks sharing the master bedroom with Eddie until he was absolutely sure she was settled enough in her routine to be in her own room. The baby monitor with a camera, a mat that alerted to anything wrong with breathing, a gift from Auntie Nancy and a sock that tracked vitals, a gift from a paranoid Auntie Robin that had read to many things online, did nothing to stop that panic that rose in Eddie's chest as he lay awake. Nova had cried at first when left but had quickly settled when reunited with 'bun' and had been asleep since.

He looked over at the Alexa display on his bedside table and noted it was 2am. Maybe just a quick check would help calm him, he thought as he got out of bed, slipping a shirt on and walking to her bedroom door.

It wasn’t his kid Steve kept telling himself. He wanted so badly to go check on Nova but he didn’t want to over step. Eddie had a way of making sure she was ok but all Steve could do was sit in his room and wonder. It was her first night in her room all by herself and he couldn’t stop worrying. Eddie hadn’t slept in a different room from her before, would he wake up when she cried or was he a deep sleeper? He wanted to ask Eddie for a monitor for his room too but Eddie had been so reluctant to even accept the offer of living with Steve that he wasn’t sure if that would be too much.

Maybe he could quietly go check on her without waking Eddie up. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Steve slowly got out of bed and made his way to his bedroom door, avoiding the floor boards he knew would squeak. He tiptoed his way to a few feet away from Nova’s door when he stopped, noticing Eddie making his way to check on her as well. Could he turn around and head back without being noticed? Right as Steve was about to turn around he made eye contact with Eddie. Well fuck, so much for not being spotted.

Eddie thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye as he reached to open Nova’s door. Steve was slowly creeping towards him but stopped when Eddie looked at him. Had he been just as worried as Eddie? He offered Steve a smile and waved for him to follow once he opened the door. They stopped in front of Nova’s crib to find her fast asleep and her arm still wrapped around bun.

Looking over at Steve it was hard to read the look on his face as anything but loving. This man not only invited them to live here but now it was written all over his face how much he cared for this baby that wasn’t even his. How was Eddie supposed to deal with this? How was he supposed to watch Steve care for this kid he wasn’t really responsible for and not fall in love with him? He couldn’t mess this up for Nova. He’d find a way to move past his feelings.

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