#because pilots would give the thumbs up as a signal that they were ready for take off

[canonicallysoulmates]

J2 Gold Panel ATLCon 2023

The boys are looking handsome wearing blue, and red 🥰

Jared brings up the Saturday night concert and asks the crowd if it was thumbs up or thumbs down, then he shares a quick story about how when he was in High School the movie, Gladiator, came out and his Latin teacher was pissed off because in the movie the Emperor gives a thumbs up to mean mercy and thumbs down to mean death but according to Jared's teacher realistically it would be the opposite thumbs up for death and thumbs down for mercy because it's supposed to be a representation of the sword.

Out of curiosity, I did look this up and while some kind of hand gesture involving the thumb was used scholars can't say definitively what this looked like because writers at the time didn't really describe it, and if they did we seemingly have yet to find their writings. So there's a lot of scholarly debate as to what these gestures actually looked like and meant in Roman times. The popular idea that thumbs down was involved and meant death is attributed to an 1872 painting by French artist, Jean-Léon Gérôme, called Pollice Verso which depicts a gladiator asking for his life while the crowd gives a thumbs down. And that's your history lesson for today now back to our scheduled programming! 😅

Getting back to the panel, Jared mentions that there were times that were never printed where Dean would do an exorcism and Jensen would fumble on purpose, and Jared knew he did this on purpose and he would tell Jensen so and Jensen's reply would basically be 'yeah, but if I do it good they'll make me do it more, if i make it look like I can't do it they'll have Sam do it'.

And Jensen mentions what he called "his senior moment" which is that during the Saturday night concert he was singing Simple Man, and it's been so long since he sang it that he forgot the lyrics to the last verse. Backstage, prior to singing, he had the feeling this might happen because, again, it's been so long since he's sang it so the lyrics were printed out for him and placed in front of him on the floor but the font was too small for him to see them so when Jason Mann went over to him, he took his glasses and he said it was like the Matrix 😂

Getting into the questions, not gonna lie the first one is a weird one, but does Jensen remember the color of the belt and shoes he was wearing with the blue suit in his Man About Town UK photoshoot? He answers that he doesn’t think he had a belt on which gives us fangirl!Jared saying "easy access"...sir!

Anyways, Jensen thinks they were brown dress shoes. He says that in those photoshoots you walk in and there’s racks of clothing and generally a stylist and an assistant who will ask what you like, and he'll tell them that he doesn't know that they're the professionals so they just had him try stuff on and he wasn't really paying attention also he had like 12 outfit changes that afternoon which makes Jared mutter 'Jesus'. Jensen says that yeah, it was a lot that photoshoots are not their (his and Jared's) favorite thing to do, they're a necessary thing for their industry but he did have fun on that shoot. x

Out of all the famous horror movie villains which would be the hardest for Sam and Dean to face? Jared says it’s a name he can’t say aka Voldemort. Jensen says the easiest would be Michael cause he just stands there, that he's never understood how he catches people like does he get on like a segway. Jared mentions any villain Walking Dead, I wouldn't be too confident in that answer cause Negan but also I don't watch that show but I do know they've made some changes to the Walkers and they can open doors and climb shit now.

Jensen is still trying to figure out who would be the toughest, Jared tells him he'd go Star Wars or Harry Potter but those aren't horror movies. Someone in the crowd yells out Jason to which Jared replies he already beat Jason. The crowd also yells out Freddy Krueger but Jensen thinks Sam and Dean would have figured it out although he would be a tough one. x

Can they share any aspects of strain that their characters experienced that might have thought them something? Jared says that in his 15 and a half years on SPN he learned a lot, that it's hard for him to parse out what he learned with the help of Sam and what he learned with the help of Dean, and what he learned from the help of whomever. What he learned is that he went from being 22 to being 38 but he certainly learned that we are more capable than we understand, than we believe. That he loves stories of ultra marathon runners, or the one he was listening to recently on a podcast of a guy who trecked across Antartica. That those stories really inspire him cause sometimes when you're stressed about something and you go 'there's no way I'll figure this out' there's a little reminder in him to keep at it, and that as much as it is a cliche every thousand mile journey began with a single step. He felt that with Sam, and with Dean, and with the show so no matter how tired he is, no matter how emotionally or physically beat down he feels he just tries to keep on going forward.

Jensen says he'll echo what Jared said just slightly different view point. That both Dean and Sam, as his grandfather would say, when the good Lord made them he forgot to put the quit in them. They don't quit. And he can 100% be sure that Jared also has that in him as well and he feels confident he has some of that as well but it's because now they represent these characters that don't have quit in them that that he thinks drives them in their personal lives a little more than it would have had they never played these characters. x

How are the kids? Jared answers that theirs are good, that they finish school in May. That Shep just did a PSIA which is similar to the mathletes Jared did and he got like 4th on the district so he's a chip of the block, that Odette is still queen of the world as far as she knows, and Tom is kicking ass he's in sports and is doing well, that they're all safe and sound. Jensen says his are currently gallivanting around Europe with D, that they were at a museum today and she told him it was a total disaster. JJ is great, the twins however are 6 and very opinionated and if they don't like something- it reminds him of a story Ryan Gosling told about his little girl about how he took her to the Louvre and his little girl gave the museum a thumbs down that Arrow is like that, and that makes Jared share a story about when they were all in the Austin airport together last week on their way to Rome. They were supposed to have a 2hr layover in Atlanta but it ended up being around 5hrs so Jensen and D were trying to keep the kids awake and trying to think positive that maybe this is good cause they'll be more tired - at which point Jensen says that it was nice to have Uncle Jared stuck there with them (💕) - and when they were set to board Jared is standing with his rolling carry on and his backpack and he feels something push his carry on forward, when he looks behind him there's Arrow with her roller bag giggling evilly at him cause she wanted to play so he started to play with her. And then, at another point, he and Jensen had a little race with Arrow and Zep sitting on their carry on's, so Jensen has one of those aluminum rolling carry on's, the ones that you can sit on, and he was walking Arrow up and down on it but Zeppelin started complaining that it wasn't fair even though Jensen had spend a couple minutes already walking him up and down on the carry on too so Jensen looked at Jared and started signaling towards the kid, and Jared was like 'come here buddy' and put him on his bag and they had a little race through the airport. This is so cuuuute!!! I need y'all to go watch this moment for yourself cause it's an adorable story but also so you can see what the look was that Jensen gave Jared when he was asking for help with Zeppelin because it's such a help me with our kids look. x

Jensen had mentioned Lonesome Dove a while back but who would be Woodrow and who would be Augustus? Jensen feels like it's obvious, he would be Augustus and Jared would be Woodrow. Also, Jared mentions that the key makeup artist on Walker won the Emmy for makeup on Lonesome Dove! x

If they got a 60 sec ad in the Super Bowl what would it be about? Jensen goes "ha! you know how much money I just lost buying a 60 second ad?" Jared says that it would just be them crying, and Jensen says it would be an ad about how to stupidly spend your money 😂

Jared jokes his would be herpexia 🤣

The next fan read an article a couple years about how people think, some think in full sentences like a running monologue while others think in pictures and concepts, how do the boys think? Jared says he is absolutely the former. That he's either thinking solving the problems of the world in his head, or meow mix jingle, which he does part of, Jensen asks him if he sees things in text to which Jared replies yes, that he's thinking of the description of the visual more than the visual. Jensen also asks him what the recall looks like in his head when it comes to scripts, Jared replies that it flips in that case that when he's doing a scene he can see the script where the page turns, he doesn't have a photographic memory but he has a visual memory but that's for memorization if he's thinking about what he's gonna do later that day when he gets home he's not thinking about how it looks necessarily he's like making lists in his head.

Jensen says he would probably lean the other way, that when he memorizes a script at first he literally sees the page in his head and is reading lines which is largely why he can memorize lines that he's not even saying like he'll know what Jared's lines are he's basically reading the text in his head. And when talking about daily life if he's thinking about what he has to do when he gets home, he's visualising so if he's thinking about opening the door he sees that door and the dog going out, or thinking about getting the groceries he visualizes the grocery store and the aisle he has to go down.

Jared adds that a big day on Walker or SPN, a one hour episodic tv show, is like 8 pages, if you have an 8 page day you have a full day he thinks the most they've ever had was an 11 page day and that's kind of undoable unless you absolutely trust your director or is a lot of dialogue. He asks Jensen what's the most pages he's done in one day, Jensen answers 24 when he was on Days Of Our Lives that they usually shoot 60 pages a day. x

When the boys had a home ie the bunker was there anything they had to take with them from home or that they kept as a comfort thing when they had to go back on the road? Jared quips a flask. He also says he thinks they probably still had the cooler, he asks Jensen if he got legos or army men Jensen says he got all the weapons in the back. Jared says that when the show ended they had said the things they would love to have so their props department send them some things like motel cards, samulet, an army man and some legos so those are in safe keeping in his house.

The fan asks if Sam and Dean have any favorite driving games, someone in the crowd mentions punch buggies which Jensen says he calls slug bug which is when you slug someone when you see a bug car, and that that's probably what they played Jared says probably while the other one was asleep. Jensen also adds that there a couple of other things that they got from the set which they're not at liberty to talk about but the one thing he really wanted was Dean's two weapons of choice: his pistol and his sawed off shotgun. And that's a little trickier of a prop to take home and across the border because it's not a prop it's a firearm so instead what he did was he got a 1911 Colt .45, and he comissioned the craftsman in Van who had done the filigree engraving in Dean's gun to come out of retirement to do that filigree on the firearm that he bought, and he actually ended up using it in an episode just so he could say it was on tv. Then he did all the paperwork and sent it back home but the shotgun is ilegal if it's sawed off so he didn't think he'd be able to get it until he talked to his dad who told him that he tought his uncle had one and he did, he left it to Jensen when he passed so now his collection is complete. x

J2 Gold Panel Atlanta 2023

#j2 tinhat #jared almost fully send me down a rabbit hole with that whole thumbs up thumbs down thing #i was this close 🤏 to writing about how we might have gotten the thumbs up from europeans but also the involvement of the war #because pilots would give the thumbs up as a signal that they were ready for take off #noniwtv #mine

[stargazingthenightaway]

See Something You Like? Part 1

Pairing: Rebels Rex x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warning: NSFW 18+ Sexual tension, dirty thoughts, praise kink, size kink, Oral (female receiving) unwanted attention (not from main character) Dom!Rex

A/N: So I’ve decided to write a few, but what I thought would be a one shot has turned into this monster, so I’ve decided to break it down. Not sure how long it’ll be, but I get the feeling it’ll be at least 3 parts. This is inspired by @samrubio art especially her Rex pieces, go check it out! Also, if I missed any warning tags, let me know :)

It was a rarity for the firing range to be this empty. Usually it was crammed to the walls with training drills for new recruits, post mission vent sessions with the faceless targets or if you were unlucky, the cocky fly-boys trying to one-up each other, seeing who had the better ‘blaster’. If you were really unlucky, instead of leaving, their attention would turn to whoever they thought would enjoy their company, which consisted of what barely passed as a conversation before leading to the real objective, servicing the dangly bit between their legs. Their limp pick up line “I’ve got another blaster you can handle sweet cheeks” was in just as much need of an overhaul as their piloting skills. Sadly, you’ve been on the receiving end of these lack-lustre ‘invitations’ far too often and are quick to shut them down. It’s become so repetitive you can time it to the second when they make their appearance. All these boys are the same, give them a flight suit, a ship and they think they’re the Maker’s gift to the galaxy. 

‘They’re just so immature’ you think to yourself, a scowl on your face. Your last rebuffed fly-boy hasn’t gotten the memo that you’re not interested and continues to pester you. As if you’d want to spend 30 seconds listening to a dying bantha grunt into your ear, fumbling to get himself off and counting down until you’re smothered in dissatisfaction. Hard. Pass.

The only reason you have some peace is because they’re out on a mission, but you will take the reprieve. It’s a joy to have an opportunity to fit in some blaster practice without an audience. While you weren’t the worst shot in the rebellion, you certainly weren’t the best, but with enough practice you hope you’ll be placed on some off-planet missions. 

Sliding into an empty booth, you pick up one of the safety helmets, placing it on your head and type in one of the easier simulation codes on the keypad on the side of the wall. As the program calibrates, you remove the blaster from its holster on your thigh, flicking off the safety and settling into your stance. Breathe in, breathe out, shoot. This mantra helps get a rhythm going and soon you’re oblivious to everything around you except your target. The steady stream of blaster fire rings out, mixed with the sounds of high tings for each successful hit and clunky thunks with each miss. It’s pleasing to note that with each round there are more tings than there are thunks. Soon you’re drifting off with the repetitive movements, your thoughts going through your encounters with him.

Captain Rex, member of the Ghost crew and key participant of the rebellion. A legend in his own right. You had first seen him in passing, bringing up some data pads needed for a debrief and you just happened to look in his direction as you were leaving, and stars did you look. He was thick everywhere. His armour did nothing to hide his size as your gaze travelled from his barrel chest, to his thick waist, finally ending at his powerful thighs. Rex has the kind of body that makes you want to rub yourself all over him like a nexu in heat. As he spoke with Agent Fulcrum, Rex crossed his arms over his chest, pulling his shirt tight over his biceps, and your mouth watered. You were so busy ogling that Rex had finished his conversation and looked over your way.

Seeing you staring he gives you a small smirk and a wink before mouthing “see something you like?” You swear he flexed his arms a bit as he did that.

The smirk on his face grows as you feel your face heat up, hightailing it out of the debriefing room and making your way back to your office. It’s quite a while before your blush goes away, and more than one person asks if you’re feeling well. 

The next time you saw him was a bit more hands-on and it still makes you clench your thighs together when you recall this particular memory. You’d been paired as sparring partners, and if you thought Rex looked good in his armour, he was downright edible stripped down to a simple training shirt and grey sweatpants. The shirt stretched in all the right places and the pants were loose enough to provide movement where it was needed, but just snug enough to tease you about what he was packing.

You were so distracted that he easily put you on your back, repeatedly. Each time he knocked you over his thighs would bracket your own, your hands pinned by your head and the rest of his body caging you in. How in the Sith hells were you supposed to concentrate if this was exactly where you wanted to be! You clawed at whatever self-restraint you still possessed to not rub up against him, but maker he made it difficult. 

After the final throw Rex settled on your thighs and smirked down at you “What’s the matter mesh’la?” He took in your flushed cheeks, “You seem distracted, I didn’t think you’d take everything I gave you so easily.” 

Your face was on fire, your brain traitorously giving you ideas of what else you’d take from him, and how well you’d enjoy it.

“Surely you can get me on my back.” You eyes snapped up to his, “all you need to do is use your hips and thrust.”

Fuck.

You felt yourself get wet as a throb built up between your legs from just his voice alone. You needed to finish whatever this had become so you could finish your own needs, preferably in the privacy of your own bunk. With a strength that surprised even you, you took Rex’s advice to thrust your hips up, bracing you leg to provide enough leverage to push him over. The look of surprise on his face that you took his words to heart was something you would never forget. 

As you settled over his waist, his hands came up to your sides, sliding down to rest on your hips, keeping you in place. 

“Knew you could do it” His surprise had turned into a beatific smile, looking up at you as his hands squeezed your hips. “Good girl.”

The triumphant words die on your lips as you look down at him and see exactly how you’re positioned. Your hands are braced on his chest and your thighs have splayed out to the sides to fit over his waist. There is a pleasant ache along your inner thighs from the stretch. If anyone saw the suggestive scene of the pair of you right now, the gossip hotline would be buzzing for months. You made a motion to move but Rex’s hands keep you snug against himself. His thumbs had made their way under the edge of your shirt and traced light circles over your skin. Arousal flooded your veins and you felt your slick starting to soak your panties. 

You look back up to Rex’s face and he tightens his grip “See something you like mesh’la?”

Before you could answer the door burst open, causing the two of you to startle, zoning back in to the present. Chatter filled the room as Wolffe and Gregor brought in the next group of ‘shinies’ for sparring practice. The bubble of intimacy had burst and you hurriedly got off Rex, babbling some thanks about the advice before bolting out of the room. That was six weeks ago, the Ghost having left on a mission, taking Rex with them.

The buzzer in your booth goes off, signalling the end of the simulation. You’re not ready to head back to the responsibilities of intelligence just yet, so you up the intensity of another exercise and when you’re happy with your rhythm, let your thoughts turn back to Rex. 

He’d become the prominent figure in all your fantasies. Before that, neither your toys or your hands would work to get you off, leaving you frustrated and horny. In a fit of desperation you thought back to your spar, but instead of sitting on Rex’s waist you were sitting on his face.

You imagined how his arms would wrap around your thighs, muscles flexing to make sure you stay exactly where he wants you to, and that’s on his tongue. Moans fill the room as he slowly eats you out, long licks up your folds to harsh sucks on your clit. The vibrations from his groans sending you spiralling to the edge, only for him to back off when you’re so close, leaving you sobbing and trembling with need. He’d leave little nibbles and bites along your inner thighs as he waits for the trembling to stop, and his beard, fuck. Rex would nuzzle the side of his face along your legs, leaving more marks that you were his. Letting you know that he was the only one that could give you the satisfaction you craved. You’d squirm, just to feel him tighten his hold, knowing that he controlled your pleasure. 

“Look at me,” he’d growl before licking up your slit, drinking you down, “want you to keep your eyes on me when you cum on my tongue.” This sends another rush of slick from your core, the feeling in your belly coiled tight, waiting to snap. You yelp as there’s a sharp bite to your thigh.

“You like it when I tell you to watch” Rex grins from between your thighs, and you can see the evidence of your arousal glistening on his beard. Stars that is hot. There is a feral look in his golden eyes “Next time I’ll make sure to fuck you in front of a mirror, show you how wet you get for me.”

Your needy whine of approval turns into a lascivious moan as Rex plunges his tongue into your heat, rapidly bringing your orgasm back to the edge, but this time he doesn’t stop. His tongue speeds up, alternating between fluttering around your opening and pushing in as far as he can, nose pressed into your clit. All too soon you’re flying over the edge into sweet oblivion.

With a choked scream you cum, legs clamped tight around Rex’s head, his arms pulling you closer as his tongue working furiously to collect everything that you give him. He groans in delight and that sets off another small orgasm which has you seeing white. When you finally come down from your high you look back down at Rex, a blissed out expression on your face. 

Rex has to practically lift you off him, moving you down so that you’re straddling his waist and conveniently nestling his cock between your folds, and that’s another part of him you’re all too eager to get to know. 

As you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm, Rex puts a hand around the back of your neck, pulling your closer. You don’t need to be force sensitive to feel how smug he is, it’s written all over his face and the possessive arm draped around your waist. 

He nuzzles your nose when you’re close enough, before whispering two devastating words “Good girl.”

A blaring sound yanks you out of your daydream, and you realize that you’ve stopped shooting at the targets. The noise is the warning alarm that the simulation will shut off after 30 more seconds of inactivity. What it is is an inconvenience. You slam the pause button a little more forcefully than you need to, too riled up from your own fantasy simulation. It seems to have worked a little too well, judging by ache between your legs. 

Putting the safety back on your blaster, you drop it onto the shelf in front of the booth opening. Thinking back, there was something in Rex’s eyes as he called you “good girl”  that you can’t quite put your finger on. Discovering that you enjoyed being praised was one thing, but it seemed that Rex was holding something back, something that had to do with that phrase. Not knowing what it was set you on edge, that it could be something about you and that feeling didn’t sit well. 

There was just something about him that makes you crave his attention, wanting to please him so he’d call you “good girl” again. You shiver as you think about how he looked between your thighs, how wide you had to stretch to fit him between you legs. 

You groan to yourself, knowing you’re well and truly gone on this man, and that you’d let him do whatever he wanted, just as long as you could be his good girl. You lean forward against the small shelf, burying your head in your arms.

“Fuuuuck me.” 

“Am I interrupting something, mesh’la?”

To be continued

#Captain Rex #Rex #Oldman Rex #Rex x reader #Rebel Rex x reader #First fic #Yay me #Cue internal panic #Started from a blurb now we're here #Inspired by art #I need a Rex in my life

[fanfic-cave]

Injured Pt 1.

Rating: SFW/PG-13

Word Count: 1.6k

Pairing: Subtle hint to Hunter x Fem Jedi!OC

Warnings: Shootout/skirmish, swearing, I might hurt your favorite TBB character dont kill me yet

Summary: You commissioned the bad batch to take you to Dantooine for your own personal mission in search of a Jedi temple. How will this ex-Jedi war veteran trying to hide from the Empire help the rogue clones when they inevitable get caught up in the fight? And who will get hurt?

Authors note: I had this fun idea of writing an action piece with TBB, and I've had some more fun ideas with a Jedi OC getting caught up in their shenanigans. My first draft was kinda long winded, so i'm making this a 2 parter. If this gets well received enough to make me feel more confident in my writing (like 20-30 likes or smthing) ill post part 2 :)

ALSO im a big KOTOR fan so there's the tiniest tiniest hint to that ("jedi temple" and "Bol") with being on Dantooine.

Okay now for real, enjoy!

edit: thanks for the notes! link to pt 2 here

Your speeder zoomed by quickly, passing some local Bol ranchers. Dantooine was full of them, and farms too. The rural planet was actually quite peaceful, that was, until the empire arrived. Now that they were governing over citizens, they began cracking down and enforcing strict trade and farming laws. You interacted with some of the locals, and despite the clone wars being over they didn’t seem to have much love for the new Empire.

The Bad Batch had come to make a supply run, trade for food and fuel on the very small landing station, and also to escort you to Dantooine per your request (you had paid them too). Instead of paying with credits for their supplies, they had to do some “manual labor”, helping the local farmers. Based on how quiet they had been on your comm link, you thought they had been quite busy. You had your own objective here though, one you had just completed. Now you needed to leave.

You got closer to the station, and saw a high count of imperial troopers. You swore under your breath, and suddenly you felt like the items in your pack weighed more, or would suddenly burst into flames. Kyber crystals don’t catch fire, you told yourself. I think.

You pressed your comms and began to speak “I’m en route to the ship, and we’ve got imperials at the station, I hope you’re ready to take off.”

Silence.

“Kriff!” You said aloud. You slowed the speeder to a stop. The strange group of rogue clones were known for finding trouble. You had really hoped they wouldn’t find any while traveling with you.

“Tech, Echo, Hunter? Does anybody copy?”

You heard explosions in the distance.

Kriffing idiots! You shook your head in frustration and put a hand around your vibroblade holstered at your hip. It didn’t take the force to know they were behind this.

“You’re about to have some more company” you heard Hunter over the comms, blaster fire in the background.

“What the hell did you do??”

“Get to the ship, we need to make a fast exit, with or without you.”

More profanities went through your head. You engaged the speeder, faster than you were going earlier. You could hear blaster fire. You had been making a beeline to the ship, prepared to avoid the troopers, but something tugged at your mind.

They’re in trouble. You were a very intuitive person, partially because of your training as a Jedi, and also because that was just in your nature. You thought for a moment, contemplating what action to take.

Trust your gut.

You swerved and headed straight for the fighting. You slipped your mask on, and pulled up your hood. You saw some troopers marching towards the fighting, blasters in hand. They hadn’t noticed you were heading straight for them.

Glad I came to save your asses. You thought. Well, you needed them to pilot, so you were saving your ass too. One trooper turned, and pointed at you. The others started to notice too.

You set the speeder to continue forward without needing your foot on the accelerator, and balanced your feet on the seat. It kept accelerating in speed, heading straight to the center of the 10 or so troopers. Just before their blasters fired, you leaped off the bike gracefully, launching yourself high in the air. The speeder crashed into one trooper, and spun into another 3.

You landed with no problem, and prepared for action. You dodged several blaster shots, and pulled out your vibroblade. You dashed toward a trooper to the left, and cleanly sliced at a weak point in the armor. He clutched his side, and fell to the ground. One came behind you, grabbing your elbow. You shoved your elbow into his face, and heard a crack. He staggered back, and you ducked to avoid another blaster shot, getting a quick slash into the trooper you had just elbowed with a flick of your wrist.

You jumped and did a backflip, effectively avoiding another wave of blaster fire. On your way down, you stabbed another trooper in the side, and grabbed him, using him as a human shield to block more oncoming shots. You sheathed the sword, grabbed his hand holding the blaster, and shot towards an oncoming trooper. He fell down, and you fired at the remaining two who charged, and they were quickly out of the fight. You released the trooper you used as a meat shield. The entire group was now down and injured, not able to fight.

You dropped the blaster and started to run towards the main fight, but then you halted as a thought occurred to you. You crouched down to a fallen command trooper and took his comm links. This might come in handy. You continued forward, shoving the unit in your pack. You resumed your dash towards the source of the previous explosions. You first saw Crosshair, providing cover fire while taking cover himself behind a transport.

“The cavalry’s here” you said on your com link. Next you saw Tech, using two blaster pistols. He was close to Wrecker, who was throwing barrels at a group of troopers. You think they were filled with grain. Hunter and Echo were circling the troopers, trying to get a good flank while Wrecker was effectively distracting them. Hunter spotted you and spoke through comms “What are you doing? Get to the ship!”

You ignored him, and pulled out the blade again. You managed to ambush some troopers and sliced through them easily, taking down 3 in less than a minute. “You should thank me, I just took care of the reinforcements heading this way.”

You saw a knife hit the chest of a storm trooper you were just about to stab through the shoulder. Hunter emerged from behind you and retrieved his knife from the now fallen trooper. Show off, you thought.

“Why didn’t you go to the ship?” Hunter demanded.

“I had a feeling you guys could use the help.” You replied.

He looked at you for a moment after you said this, and with his helmet on you couldn’t get a read on what he was thinking. You thought he might be shocked at what you said. You noticed a trooper approaching you two, lining up a shot on Hunter. You quickly grabbed a stray blaster from a fallen trooper and shot him down. Hunter was quick too; within a second of your shot, he shot another trooper not too far away. He looked back to you, and gave a quick nod in thanks.

“What did you guys do to attract the Empire?” You asked suspiciously.

“Well to put it simply, we severely disabled a facility belonging to the Empire as a form of payment. They appear to be quite agitated with us.” Tech replied through comms.

You ducked to avoid another blaster shot, Echo returned the shot and the trooper fell. “Gee, you think so?” You spoke sarcastically.

“We need to retreat and get back to the ship.” Echo spoke, taking cover a few feet away.

“Where’s Omega?” You interjected. You looked around for her, still not seeing her. “Back on the ship, the mission was too dangerous for her to come.” Hunter replied.

You sighed as blaster shots continued to go off in the background. “What's the plan?” You heard Crosshair speak through comms. He sounded annoyed, but he almost always sounded annoyed to you, amongst other things.

Hunter thought for a moment, and then he addressed the group. “Alright, Crosshair, you’ll provide cover fire while we retreat. We’ll need some more noise too-”

“I’ve got something that can help with that.” You interrupted. “Give me some cover.” You raised up the blaster you had grabbed, then ran over to Tech, firing shots as you went. Hunter and Echo emerged from their cover to fire at the troopers nearby you. Once you arrived you ducked down behind cover and threw the stolen comm link to Tech.

He caught it with both hands. “An imperial com unit?” Tech looked at it curiously, then shifted his eyes to you. “I thought you might be able to use it. Think you can cause some mayhem with it?” You asked curiously. Tech inspected it for a quick moment. “Oh yes, this should work.”

“Alright. Wrecker, Sera, keep the troopers off Tech. Echo and I will try to keep them on us. When Tech gives the signal, we move.” Everyone got their weapons ready, Echo nodded. “No problem!” Wrecker said enthusiastically and gave a thumbs. You also nodded as confirmation that you were ready.

Echo started firing at troopers, Hunter pulled out his knife and began alternating between slashing through troopers and shooting with his blaster. Wrecker was closer to you and actually picked up a trooper and threw him. You provided some cover fire and stayed close to Tech. He was fiddling with the unit.

��How much longer?” You asked after a minute passed. “Almost…” Tech said. You felt a sudden sense of urgency, and lifted your head up, searching around. “Somethings not right-”

Hunter leapt out of cover and ran over to Wrecker, who was laughing and enthusiastically throwing some heavy boxes at the troopers. “Wrecker, get down!”

You heard shots fire, and they were different. Wherever it made contact, there was a small explosion. This was some heavy fire power. The blasts made a sweeping arc. It fired towards Crosshair, who had to roll out of the way. You and Tech ducked as a shot came your way. You were knocked back a few feet from the closeness of the explosion. You lifted your head up and saw Echo was okay, and then you looked for Wrecker and Hunter.

Wrecker managed to avoid getting hit, he was to the right lying on the ground behind cover. Hunter wasn’t as lucky though. It looked like he took some blaster fire, and fell to the ground on his back. He was holding his side, and you saw blood on his hands.

#tbb #the bad batch #star wars #tcw #the clone wars #Echo #Hunter #Crosshair #Wrecker #Tech #Empire #Dantooine #Action #Fanfic #hunter x reader #bad batch x reader #Jedi #Ex Jedi

[shoichee]

39 + Murasakibara please ! ! ! <3

hello, my anon!! here’s more tooth-rotting fluff <33

Murasakibara x Reader

39. “Please come home, I miss you”

Word Count: 1266

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If there was one sentence to describe your relationship with Murasakibara, Himuro would confidently say that it would be: “You’re willingly participating in a free trial of a parental program.”

No, seriously.

Himuro knows the feeling of constantly checking over his back to see if a certain man-child was lugging behind or the feeling of dread whenever there weren't any snacks on his hand (or nearby him) to bribe the said childish man.

Which was why he can only imagine how much more clingier Murasakibara was with you, especially since he was completely enamored with you (even if he didn’t openly express it). Nothing has really changed ever since they graduated from Yōsen.

But imagine his surprise when he recently finds out about the truth about you two’s relationship dynamics.

“Hello! Muji Bakery, how may I help you?” Himuro smoothly delivers his rehearsed lines with ease as he juggles with the orders on his hands while clutching the telephone with his neck and shoulder. “Ah… yes, the preorders will definitely be ready by this evening, and we will be happy to serve you the fresh pastries when you stop by to pick it up… yes, they’ll still be warm even in this weather… yes, please do not worry, they will absolutely be a treat for your Christmas dinner… have a wonderful day and Merry Christmas.”

He sighs before he turns to his best friend behind the kitchen. “Atsushi, I sincerely hope you’re not spending all that time frosting when you still have those shredded pork buns to make on time… along with the other orders.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Murasakibara huffs as he peeks over the high counter. “Leave me alone and do your work.”

“Haha… I guess I should.” He silently chuckles at his snappy attitude before facing the incoming customer at his cashier. He knows the exact reason why Murasakibara is in a bad mood.

You haven’t stopped by today.

Oftentimes, you would drop by during your work break with a bag of a variety of pastries, sweets, and breads you accumulated from either your workplace’s food court or the shops nearby. Murasakibara would have his own bag of pastries made from this bakery, and both of you would have a “bread trade” before exchanging a quick peck, snuggle, and a short conversation before you would leave the bakery back to your work.

After dealing with a massive mob of customers and seeing that the onslaught of customers has temporarily halted, he turns to Murasakibara after hearing loud grumbles on his end.

“Atsushi, I know you’re antsy right now, but if you keep this up, even if we’re working part-time for a local shop, the old gran will have to fire us.”

“I know that.”

Another phone ring interrupts their conversation, adding further to an already hectic indoor scene of fluorescent light vomit, incessant chatter, and repetitive festive melodies.

“... Hello? Muji Bakery… (y/n)-san?”

Murasakibara snaps his head up at the sound of your name.

“Himuro!” you huffed on the other line. “I ordered my Murasakibara and he isn’t here in front of me yet—and don’t say that I have to pick him up for delivery, because the crowds make it impossible…”

“What?”

“Where is he right now? I wanna talk to himmmm… He didn’t answer when he was supposed to normally have a break.”

“We’re both at work, and you know that,” he replied exasperatedly. “It’s the holidays, so of course there was no way we would have any breaks. Working overtime isn’t really fun.”

“Where’s Atsu right nowww?” you groaned.

“Over there still frosting the same damn bread.” At his words, Murasakibara sends a pointed glare at the ravenette.

“Pass the phone to him, pleaseeee Himuro?”

“... You can’t just call the bakery’s number for yourself. The other customers need to call here too—”

“PLEASE WAIT—JUST GIVE ME 5 MINUTES TOPS.”

Himuro sighs at your persistence and hands the entire telephone (receiver, cable, dial pad, and all) to Murasakibara’s high counter, and he leaves the receiver face-up with the speaker on.

“Chibi-chin… sorry.”

“Atsuuuuuuuuu~” you whined. “Please come home… I miss you…” Himuro raises a surprised brow at your words. Since when were you ever this clingy?

But by the looks of it, Murasakibara isn’t phased one bit. “I dunno when the old lady will let us out of our shifts though… I can only try to convince her to go easy for today.”

“Tch, why did you have to take a shift today?” Himuro could definitely hear the pout in your voice.

“If I spend it all on snacks and don’t earn the money back, how will I pay for school?” he deadpanned, still focusing on decorating the pastries in front of him.

“Hmph, you really, really better make it up to me,” you sighed. It was clear that you accepted the high possibility that Murasakibara might not make it home early this Christmas.

“Hn, I will.”

“Love you love you lots, Atsu.”

“Hn.”

With that, you hang up and Himuro promptly takes the phone back to its original spot on the front counter as he sees the next customer mob pouring in. And Murasakibara was still working on the same order.

It was going to be a long workday.

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Evening crawled by, and while the crowds have become more manageable, they were still an intimidating size to handle. To be honest, Himuro completely lost track of who, what, where, how—he was going on auto-pilot, his lips uttering the same lines from muscle memory and his fingers clicking the familiar patterns of the cashier as he habitually thumbs the paper bills from the machine.

Occasionally, he would eye Murasakibara to make sure he wouldn’t slack off on his orders, but it seems that the giant was off in his own world of an auto-pilot.

“Atsushi,” Himuro calls out, causing the giant to jolt from surprise. “Isn’t it getting late?”

“Hm? Well, yeah.”

“Just go home. It’s Christmas, isn’t it?”

“Huh?”

“I’ve been noticing how you’ve been meticulously making certain desserts for way too long, and that’s not like you at all. They’re for (y/n)-san, aren’t they?”

Murasakibara only gives incoherent grumbles as a reply before turning his full attention back to his workspace, assuming that Himuro would chastise him again.

“Ah, so that was why there was so much dough in the ovens this entire morning and afternoon. Were you mass-preparing these beforehand? All so you can spare your remaining time for these particular desserts?”

The pastry chef harshly frowns but says nothing, but the way he gently squeezes the frosting bag and how he places the finished treats into a decorated box told Himuro everything. “Why don’t you get ready to go home? I’ll cover for your shift too.”

Murasakibara immediately snaps his head up and stares at Himuro in suspicion before he sees the earnestness in his eyes.

“Seriously?”

“Well, you already did most of the work. All I have to do is watch the ovens before they finish baking. I didn’t think of (y/n)-san as someone of high maintenance, but now that I do know, I’d probably get an earful the next day about how you couldn’t make it for the holidays.”

“Muro-chin…”

“You’re covering the next shift I pick, though.”

“... Yeah.” Himuro quietly laughs when he sees Murasakibara’s rare, genuine smile and ushers him to change out of the apron to get ready to see you.

With a carefully-tied bundle snug under his arm, Murasakibara casually waves before he leaves, a soft jingle signalling his otherwise silent departure.

“... Merry Christmas, you two.”

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[danjo-ao3]

Betwixt pt. 1

Din Djarin x Paz Viszla x fem!Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Reader-Insert, Threesome - F/M/M, Hurt/Comfort, Dom/sub Undertones, Top!Paz, bottom!Din, Bottom!Reader, Paz is kind of a dick but not really, Din is ever the gentleman, Violence, mentions of an abusive relationship

Summary: AU – Din and Paz are working together to capture their newest quarry: you

Part 1 / 2

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You are running. Running through back streets and alleys, trying to find a hiding spot–without luck. As if it isn’t dangerous enough on Tatooine, you now have some bounty hunters chasing you down while the suns are setting no less. Soon you won’t see shit. 

Two sets of feet are very close behind and you yelp in fear. They can’t catch you, if they do you’ll be back with… him and you will never let that happen. 

Around a corner you stop for a second, examining a door in front of you. It looks sturdy, but most of all closed and any pulling or pushing doesn’t get you any farther. Quickly, you whirl around and come face to face with one of the bounty hunters who raises his right arm at you, ready to fire his blaster. His shiny metal armor and helmet almost give you a heart attack. 

“Shit,” you exclaim. “A Mandalorian?”

You weren’t able to get a good look at your pursuers yet, you were too busy running away. 

Layn really sent a kriffing Mandalorian after you. You know the man has credits, but that much? He really wants you back, huh?

Heart hammering in your chest, you look around to try and find a way out. To your left is a low wooden fence you just might be able to climb. But as you stare at it, another armor clad hunter appears directly behind it, blaster raised, effectively cutting off your last chance at escape.

So it’s two kriffing Mandalorians. Your day can’t get any worse. 

You plaster yourself against the durasteel door behind you, feeling along it to find some kind of hatch, but no luck. 

“Easy,” the Mandalorian in front of you speaks up, his voice muted and altered through the vocoder in his helmet, his blaster pointing right at you. 

Slowly, you raise your hands in surrender, your eyes darting between the two men. 

“Alright,” you answer. “But lower your weapon. I’m unarmed.”

And to your surprise, he does. With a flick of his wrist the blaster is back in its holster and he steps towards you with slow, measured steps while pulling out a pair of cuffs. 

As your eyes fall to the restraining device your fight or flight response kicks in. Just as he gets close enough to bind you, you drop to the side and dodge him as he tries to grab you. You hear him connecting with the metal door as you dash forward to the exit of the alley, only to fall face first into the dirt, splitting your lip in the process. 

Something snuck around your leg and brought you to the ground. As you turn over you see a thin wire connecting your ankle to the Mandalorian’s vambrace. He grabs fistfuls of the wire and starts to haul you in towards himself. With a yell you try to hold on to your surroundings, reaching for random stuff lying about, but nothing is substantial enough to help you. 

Before you know it, you're lying at the man’s feet, dirt clinging to you everywhere, you spit out the blood and sand in your mouth. You want to lash out at him, but again a blaster in your face halts you. The other Mando is also standing over you now, his shoulders slightly shaking in laughter. 

“She got you good, Din,” he chuckles through his vocoder. This one is built differently, bulkier and he has blue paint chipping away from his armor. 

“Shut up,” the one called Din grumbles at the other, bending down to finally put the cuffs around your wrists. He is doing it with harsh movements, obviously upset at your escape attempt. The sound of them clicking closed and sealing your fate makes you nauseous. 

“Please, don’t.” You say, testing the cuffs. “I can’t go back to him. He will kill me.” 

But there is no pause as he grabs your forearm to hurl you from the ground and then pushes you forward, leading you towards the streets. 

“Try anything funny again and I’ll carbo-freeze you,” Din says and that immediately shuts you up. 

“Now I understand why the guy spends so much to find her,” the other one says to his comrade, trying but unsucceeding in lowering his voice enough to not be overheard, before taking you over and walking in front to lead the way. 

You wonder what he means by that, but then he turns his head, pointedly looking at your face and when he sees you peering back at him, his visor tilts down toward the rest of your body, effectively checking you out. 

What the hell?

“We will deliver her as quickly as possible, Paz.” The Mando currently pushing you along answers in clipped tones. 

“Just saying,” the one called Paz replies and leaves it at that for the rest of the way. 

Now that it is night, the temperature dropped considerably and you shiver in your thin silk tunic. Before you, the ramp to a ship is lowering, the inside illuminated and welcoming. It just isn’t to you. You don’t want to get on that ship, you want to be free. 

“Please, you have to let me go,” you try again to reason with Din who just pushes you away from him to signal you to board the ship. Still standing on the ramp, Paz reaches out and grabs your arm, leading you inside. 

“No can do, princess,” Paz answers and waits for Din to come on board before pushing the button that closes the ramp. It shuts with a dull thump, your heart in your throat now. 

“I’m not a princess,” you can’t help but retort defiantly, angered at the man's attitude towards you. 

“You certainly look like one,” he answers and pulls you along. 

The fine silk clothes you’re wearing probably were the reason everyone immediately identified you as not belonging on Tatooine. You aren’t even wearing them voluntarily… 

Hot tears are gathering in your eyes, but you manage to sniff them away when you’re being led deeper into the ship. Lights flicker around you in many different colors as you’re approaching a metal ladder leading upwards. Din comes up behind you and Paz, gesturing for Paz to climb up first, but the man just pulls you to the side and motions for Din to go first. 

The silver Mando shakes his head briefly, then he is climbing the ladder in swift movements. You watch him disappear from view, when you feel Paz draw closer. 

“After you, princess,” he says, then nudges you forward. Uncertainly, you glance at the cuffs around your wrists and wonder how you’re supposed to get up. But you actually manage to climb, counting on your reflexes when having to let go of a bar and grabbing the next. When you reach the top you have to lean against the wall for a moment, that was straining. Especially with that other Mando watching your every move… 

Just as you finish that thought Paz’ helmet emerges from the hatch. The bulky man barely fits through the small opening, but he manages with a certain amount of grace. 

There is a door in the front that reveals the ship’s cockpit and a view of nighttime Tatooine. A silver helmet gleams in the dull light of the cockpit’s numerous small lamps where Din sits in the pilot’s seat, already pressing buttons and flicking switches as the ship is coming to life around you. 

“Have a seat,” Paz mumbles from behind and pushes you into one of the two spare seats behind the pilot’s. You land in it with an oomph, casting a glare in Paz’ direction for manhandling you like that. He doesn’t react to it at all, though. Instead, he moves towards Din. 

“You think we can make it before sunrise?”

“I am certain of it,” Din answers confidently, almost done with prepping the ship. 

They talk quietly amongst themselves as you stare ahead, unseeing. Thoughts swarm in your head. What will Layn do when you get back? You ran for a reason, you got betrothed to him because of pure greed. The man is one of the most influential businessmen on Coruscant, and your family owns the last independent trading company. Your father was all too eager to make a deal with him and thus you were promised to marry Layn D’urano. Nobody asked you of course. 

The first time you met him he made clear what he expects of a wife. Complete obedience and devotion, of course you instantly hated him. When you told him that you would not be treated like that he actually almost strangled you. So you seized the first opportunity and fled, ending up on Tatooine with the nice clothes your mother had chosen for you to wear. 

And now here you are, not gone for a week and already captured again. You hold your head in your bound hands, uncaring if the Mandalorians see you, as the ship takes off into space. 

When you look up again later and wipe at your face you see that Paz slid into the other seat and is watching you. 

Quickly, you avert your eyes again, unsure what the man’s interest in you is. 

“Come here,” he suddenly says when you least expect it. Why would he want you to go to him? You shift in your seat, wringing your hands in front of you. There is something about the Mando that makes you uneasy. 

“Don’t be shy,” he teases and you can’t help a small blush form on your cheeks. Flirting of any kind always makes you turn to mush inside, you never were able to be suave or cool about it. But these are different circumstances, you need to be on high alert, try to flee at any given moment. 

“Why?” You ask in a small voice, eyes shifting from Paz to Din and back, the silver Mando apparently uncaring about what his friend is doing. 

Paz produces a small bacta vaporizer and shows it to you. “That cut looks nasty, you should treat it.”

Oh. How thoughtful?

“Um, thanks.” You lift from the seat and reach for the vaporizer, but Paz doesn’t let go of it. Instead, he pulls you out of the seat completely so you stumble towards him. 

“Let me,” he murmurs as he lifts an arm and cups your face in his gloved hand, his thumb brushes over your chin and then your bottom lip, eliciting a gasp from the sting of your wound. “Hm yes, quite nasty,” he comments as he lets go of you again and instead pats his thigh. 

Does he expect you to sit in his lap?

You want to protest, but he just dangles the vaporizer in front of your face, making it clear that you will not get the bacta without him. For a second you consider just going back to your seat, but now that he reopened the cut it started to bleed and sting again. What a dick. 

In the corner of your eye you see the slightest shift in Din as his helmet swivels toward you, but before you can stall any longer, Paz pulls you down and you land sitting across his lap. It’s not warm and soft as laps should be, but rather hard and cold from the armor the man is wearing. It’s pretty uncomfortable.

“There, now hold still.”

Paz gently holds your chin in his left hand again while bringing the bacta vaporizer up and toward your mouth. You watch warily as he does it, then flinch a little as the bacta spray hits your cut. It stings at first, but then it warms against your skin very quickly, you can already feel its effect. You sigh through your nose at the relief.

Paz is still watching you through the dark T of his visor, laying down the vaporizer in a small nook in the wall. He is also still holding your chin, and as you become aware of it, you stiffen against him. 

“Good girl,” he coos at you then, and the blush you had before returns full force, the stiffness in your body turning into slight tremors instead. Why is he doing this?

His free hand lands on your knee, the leather strangely warm through your leggings. Again you gasp as it travels higher up to rest on your thigh. 

“W–wait,” you breathe, bringing your bound hands up against his chest. 

His thumb is brushing over your lip again, but this time it doesn’t sting; the bacta worked its magic. 

“Such a pretty thing,” Paz murmurs and pulls you closer to him, your arms feel like jelly where they’re still pressed against him. 

“Paz,” Din suddenly speaks up in a warning tone. 

Paz chuckles as he regards you through the visor, his voice crackling. “He’s jealous,” he tells you, and even though you can’t see his face you somehow know that he winks at you. 

“What are you doing?” You half whisper, now eager to get off the man’s lap again.

“Yeah, what are you doing? Need I remind you that she’s our quarry ?” Din sounds pissed as he flips switches behind you. 

“Come on, Din. I haven’t had a pretty girl in my lap in weeks. Cut me some slack, promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Cut it out, Vizsla. I’m not telling you again.”

That makes Paz look up at Din, something calculating about the way his helmet tilts. 

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll carbo-freeze the girl.”

“No!” You exclaim and start to struggle to get off of Paz’ lap. Being frozen would make any attempt at fleeing impossible, plus you really don’t want to find out what it is like to be suspended in carbonite while still being conscious but unable to move. That’s the stuff of nightmares. 

“I’m not going to hurt her.” Paz isn’t letting up, he easily outmaneuvers your feeble attempts at escaping his strong arms. 

You cry out when you’re suddenly grabbed from behind by a very upset Din who drags you down the hatch into the belly of the ship. As you near the many slates of their bounties frozen in carbonite you start begging.

“No, please don’t freeze me!” Tears are burning your eyes, you absolutely don’t want this to happen. 

But Din pushes you into the open chamber and is ready to push the button, when he hesitates. You stare at him wide-eyed and with wet cheeks when he shakes his head and pulls you out again so you land against his beskar clad chest. 

“It’s not your fault,” he sighs, observing you through the black visor. “Paz has a problem with keeping it in his pants. Just stay down here and out of his sight. There is a ‘fresher nearby if you want to get cleaned up.” He releases you then and you can’t actually believe that he didn’t freeze you after all. 

“Thank you,” you sniffle, and seeing Din in such a forgiving mood makes you wonder how far you may be able to push it. “The man who pays you to fetch me, he’s going to–”

“No,” Din cuts you short and pushes you out of the way. “Enough of that. You’ll do as I say or end up frozen. Make up your mind.”

You swallow around a painful lump in your throat but step down. The silver Mando’s cape swishes at his feet as he walks away, then he’s climbing up the ladder into the cockpit once more. 

Feeling small and wrung out you go to the ‘fresher and clean yourself with semi warm water that leaves you freezing. 

After beating the dust out of your clothes and putting them back on you open the door to a small cranny that consists of a small dresser and a cot where you sit on and sniffle back tears, wondering what Layn will do once you’re back in his clutches. 

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“Finally,” Layn hisses when his eyes fall on you, as you stand small and depressed, shackled between the two Mandalorians. Hurried steps move toward you, the way he comes at you makes you take a step back in fear. 

Paz’ hand on your shoulder stops you though, it’s grounding in its heaviness. Final. 

A dry sob escapes you when Layn comes to a stop, he’s already reaching out towards you, but Din’s outstretched arm stops him short. 

“Payment first,” he says curtly. 

Layn squints at the silver Mando with a look of distaste on his face. “Right,” he sneers and snaps his fingers. A brass colored protocol droid in a far corner comes forward, bearing a tray with five calamari flan. Wow, no wonder they were so keen to collect you. “Here, just as promised.”

Paz steps forward and takes the gel like discs from the droid with one hand before they disappear in one of his pockets. 

“Now, if you would be so kind,” Layn says with a sickly sweet, false smile and points at the cuffs on your wrists. Din presses a button on his vambrace and the cuffs click open for him to remove from your person. You should be relieved about their absence, but all you feel is emptiness.

Then Layn’s hand curls around your upper arm, digging in painfully and drags you away from between the two bounty hunters, pushing you with force toward a side exit while you try not to stumble. 

You give Din and Paz a final pleading look, but it’s impossible to tell what the Mandos might think under their helmets and armor. So you glare at them instead before they disappear from view entirely and you’re being dragged along a hallway towards the sleeping chambers. 

Layn smashes the door closed behind you two after you enter a beautifully decorated room. No two seconds later he backhands you so hard you fall to the floor and the world is spinning. 

“You kriffing whore , I should have you killed for running away. Nobody runs from Layn D’urano.” He yells at you while you turn to him, holding your throbbing cheek. 

“Good, I’d rather die than marry you!”

Eyes bulging at your insubordination, his hand already draws back to strike you again, but then there are blaster shots to be heard from outside the door, halting him mid swing. 

The door comes crashing down, Paz simply kicked it down and is now standing on the ruined piece of wood, blaster smoking as he raises it towards Layn. 

“What is the meaning of this?” Layn froths at the mouth, fumbling for his own hidden blaster behind his back. But before he can so much as draw it, Din whirls around the corner of the door frame and shoots him in the head. 

Layn falls to the ground like a puppet whose strings got cut, right next to you. You crawl away from his body, too shocked for words and look back up at Din as he comes inside the room, hand outstretched towards you in invitation. 

You take it without hesitation, still unbelieving of what is happening. Paz is walking past you as Din nears the exit with you. The bulky Mando reaches into his pockets and takes out the calamari flan to throw them at Layn’s corpse. 

Together, you three make your way out of the estate, a few security droids hot on your heels. Din and Paz are firing at them while you all run towards their ship. One blaster shot grazes your calf and you scream at the burning sensation as you drop to the ground. Paz’ strong arms gather you up and carry you the rest of the way while you desperately cling to him.

The ship’s ramp is lowering just as you reach it, Din in the front giving Paz and you cover as the big Mando carries you into the ship. 

Once inside, Paz brings you further into the ship to where you crashed on their cot and sets you down gently as you can already hear and feel the ship getting ready to take off. 

“You alright?” He asks as he squats in front of you and takes a good look at your injured leg. 

“Hurts,” you hiss through gritted teeth, and Paz is already up and gone for just a quick second before he returns with a bacta injector. 

“This might sting a bit,” he murmurs before injecting the bacta into the muscle of your calf. You manage not to cry out at the pain, not wanting to appear weak in front of Paz. 

“That should do the trick,” he says as he places the empty bacta injector aside. 

“Thank you,” you sigh and fall back against the wall, now pain-free and suddenly very tired. 

“Think you can manage, princess?” His nickname for you makes you smile dazedly, you let yourself fall to the side and rest your head against the thin pillow. 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

A rough blanket is being pulled over you, then gloved fingers push some of the hair away from your face before they grab your chin softly. You’re barely able to keep your eyes open as you stare at Paz under your lashes, sleep trying to claim you any second now. 

“Bastard had it coming,” Paz comments as his eyes must fall on the imprint Layn’s hand left on your cheek.

“I’m glad he’s dead.”

Paz chuckles at your sleepy admission. 

“So am I,” he says and pats your head once before turning away and disappearing from your field of vision entirely.

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A/N: Omg lmfao I tried to post this and then it didn’t and then it did and now I’m confused.

Anyway, part two is already finished, thanks for anyone who was kind enough to read, like and reblog haha!

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x paz viszla #din djarin x paz viszla x reader #reader insert #the mandalorian #fanfiction

[myfeetkeepdancing]

Numb | Tom Holland x Male!Reader

Words: 9091

Warnings: Smut and negative thoughts?

A/N: Sit yourself down for this one. This is loooooong! It’s completely different from what I usually write. Still had an absolute blast writing it. 

Check out the request description below!

Requested by: @idwithoutthesuperego​:  Ok, but a fic where tom sells his body for money because he just needed the money and reasons. And male reader's friends buy a "night" with him without telling reader after a bad breakup. But they just click, and MR kinda falls in love n wants to do the "i'm gonna date you and get you out of that life". But tom is just like "i dont believe in people anymore and im destined to die in some alley being used". This is oddly especiffic, but is something i would just love to read about if u can, plz.

Oh, and if you consider being a good soul and wirtting a fic for my ask, PLEASE make a happy ending hahaha My heart wouldnt be able to handle that drama without the happiness

Tears dry up. Eventually. Suppressing the pain. Left with unanswered questions. For weeks they bothered your conscience. Hang around your neck like a millstone. A burden on your soul. Pondering. That’s what you’re left doing. Your day to day life slowing down to a grinding halt. Everything went on auto-pilot. While your mind pondered over every moment of what could have been. What if… And, if I…

 Circling in your mind forever. Sleep didn't come easy. Nor did any desire for anything. Friend and family kept summing up the logical steps of coping. Stages of grief. "It'll pass." Those little sentences stuck with you. “It’ll take time.” Each and everyone kept repeating it. But what value did it have? What lessons could you take from those words? For you are left with an empty house. An empty couch. An empty chair. And an empty place beside you. Alone. Trapped within your own mind.

 Pondering over every thought and every memory.

 That feeling of nothingness. It’s strange at first. You manage to go on with your life. Sleep returns at night. And waking up wasn’t at painful as it was at first. You couldn’t put your finger on it. But it could be described as numbness. Everything went on autopilot. And feelings were shut off. Barricaded behind layers of overthinking and mind-boggling thoughts. No sense of desire anywhere. The impact of a broken relationship was far worse then you imagined.

 Just comfortably numb.

 "This will do you good." Your friend tries to convince you again. Pushing the flyer into your hand. “For a moment, try to think ab-...” The words reach your ear in waves. Disturbed by sounds coming from somewhere close by. Ringing in your ears. Folding open the flyer, you see some sort of menu. You squint again, slightly intoxicated by the last few beers. This wasn’t some ordinary menu, like a Chinese take-out restaurant. You feel your blood boiling. Heart racing in your chest cavity. You peel your eyes from the fat printed letters. “Men of your choosing."

 “Give it a shot." Your friend nudges you against your shoulder. Seeing the fury in your eyes building, as you look up. "I choose this one for you." Pointing to a loosely attached picture. "He looks nice, doesn't he?"

 “Why would you…?" You mumble, shaking your head in disgust. “Get out.” Tossing everything his way. “Just get out…” Pushing yourself up from the couch. Pacing back and forth across the room, before turning into the kitchen. Raking your fingers through your hair. Letting the cold water from the tap, run across your face. Why do people keep meddling in your business? It's exhausting. A sudden burst of rage and anger courses through you, but it ebbs away as quickly as it came. Leaving you feeling defeated and numb again. Falling back into the kitchen chair. Gaze fixated on the moonlight illuminating the scenery in front of you —mind blank.

 Footsteps approach from behind you. You’ve heard the door open and close. You assumed your friend left. But an unknown voice calls to you. "Hey…"

 "You can go." You respond instantly; without looking,  waving him away. "Please." Releasing an unintended long sigh. Sinking deeper into the chair. Your gaze fixated on the endless void in front of you.

 "I can't." The voice says calm and controlled. "I'm booked for the entire night."

 "I don't care." Shrugging your shoulders. "Please just leave me be. Tip yourself on the way out, wallet is in my coat." You just sit there, sulking in your own misery.

 It's quiet for a good moment. You guess he's probably still there. Standing a few feet behind you.

“You’re awfully calm for a situation like this.”

 "Right…" You chuckle to yourself. “Thanks.”

 "Your friend told me." Hearing his footsteps approach instead of fading away, sending you an uneasy feeling down your spine. "It's ok…" You hear him right behind you. “He means well.” Your body jolts up in the chair, as his hands rest upon your shoulders. His hands just rest. Nothing more. Yet you feel every touch of his finger, every point of contact upon your body. A weird sensation. Even more, as his thumbs begin pressing and rolling around the lower part of your neck. Rubbing your skin. Slowly massaging your sore muscles. A sudden involuntary grunt escapes you.  "I know it's difficult."

 "I… I don't know if… I…" You try to shake the thought of it out of your mind. It conflicted deeply within you. Yet, his touch. So simple, yet strangely satisfying. A different kind of emotion began to rise. Something that had been locked away, far and deep.

 "Please…" He says with subtlety and kindness in his voice. And as he moves past you. The man came into view. Your eyes are somehow captivated by first sight. As he sinks down onto his knees. A thin smile cracked his wistful glance. "It's going to be okay."

 He looked so young, yet worn in a way you couldn't put your finger on. A sorrowful face you had never seen. Long, brown curls gracefully tumbled down his head. The contours of his face were absolutely stunningly shaped. The thin lips and sharp jawline. A work of art. A little imperfection on his right brow. Small hairs rebelling against the flow. Yet his face drained with a gaunt stare. The eyes didn't fool you. Set deep into his face. Small and brown, caramel-like of color. They showed little signs of life left in them. Hollow. Like a flame died out long ago. A spark long lost. A view into the past what once used to be. It lost its touch. It’s humanity...

 Yet, somehow you feel magically drawn to those sorrowful and silent features. Most fascinating, almost hypnotizing. The moment of eye contact was unexpected long. His touch sending you back reality.

 With both his hand on your inner thigh, slowly rubbing his way upwards. The touch of his fingers sends shudders through your systems. They felt so warm. You close your eyes for a moment, shielding your crotch. A moment of insecurity. You couldn't do this. This feeling. Your body, its sending signals you haven't felt in ages. "I… I… don't think I'm ready for this, I'm sorry…"  

 “I get that.” He says, while with one hand lifting your chin. You feel his soft fingers on your cheek. The first touch of a man in months. Your heart flutters excitingly.  And before you open your eyes to meet his. His lips tenderly grace yours. For a brief moment, they join each other. Soft as a cushion, and so warm. It happens quickly. But you want it to last forever. As he disconnects, his dark brown eyes stare at you with compassion. "Your body is, though." He smiles thinly, interlacing his fingers with yours. Gently rubbing down onto your growing bulge.

 “W-Wh …” You stutter and try to protest. But your hands pull back slowly, bit by bit.

 He seats himself back on the floor, spreading your legs apart. Positioning himself closer. With care, he begins to remove your belt. Halting at the first button of your pants. "Try to relax."

 You hesitantly look on. As the zipper opens up. Latching both fingers on the band of your underwear, he slowly pulls in down. Removing your pants, revealing your member, semi-hard. Waiting for the action.

 Leaning forward, he tilts his head and slowly begins working. One simple touch and you were gone. This soft, warm tongue, stroking gently along your length. In a matter of seconds, it's standing full mast. Wrapping his fingers along the base, he continues at a slow pace. Meanwhile, your heart was beating like crazy against your ribcage. You're breathing fastened and irregular.

 “W-What’s your name?” You interrupt. His eyes connect with yours as he looks up through his laces. But doesn’t respond. “P-Please…” You whimper softly.

 He stops, holding your length in one hand. “I’m Tom.” Wetting his lips as he watches you struggle. “You doing alright?”

 You nod quickly, struggling to get your words out. Swallowing the lump in your throat. “T-T-T…om”

 But before you manage to utter another word. He brings his tongue in contact with your tip. Keeping eye contact with you. With a few simple licks, slicking it wet with his saliva. The sensation of his tongue working his way round and round your tip was tantalizing. But the sudden, slide of your tip past his lips and down into his mouth was heavenly. Your body tenses up, hip bucking into his grasp. Moaning his name in response. With your hands clamped to the side of the chair, your fingers digging deep into the wood. Turning your knuckles white, the muscles in your arm cramping up as you can't hold up. You shudder from pure bliss. Only a few strokes up and down with his hands combined with his mouth made you groan deeper and deeper.

 Your eyes widen as he suddenly stops. He rises to his feet, keeps his gaze at you, and with both hands lifting the hoodie over his head. And as the hoodie came off, your eyes hunger for every bit of exposed skin you could possibly find. Giving you a glimpse of a well-trained body. A sneak-peek of a six-pack. Broad shoulders, pecks shining through the shirt. Leaving a much revealing, loosely hanging shirt on his figure. But you feel somewhat caught the moment you get eye contact with him again. His expression was painful to watch. You could almost sense his disappointment. His misery. It's only then you realize the shame. The realization hits you that you view him as an object. As lust.

 "It's ok." Seeing his eyes soften before you, followed by a small smile.

 But it's only a split second before he's back at you again. You can't help but peak past his face down into his shirt. Past his collarbone, onto his muscular torso. God…  

 You snap back to reality, feeling his hand reach for yours. Pulling it from your side. "Hold my hair."

 "W-What…?"

 "Fuck my throat." Sliding his mouth over your member again. Slowly picking up pace. "Go on." He gurgles. Keeping eye contact the whole time.

 “Why are you doing this, Tom?” You ask with a slight tone of disappointment. "You seem so out of place." Lifting his face from your member. "Terribly out of place."

 "Please don't (Y/N)." The mention of your name makes you blush.

 "No, Tom. This isn’t right." You point at his shirt. “Let me look at you.”

 "Wha…-" He sighs, hanging his head down in shame. "No, please don't."

 "Tom, I mean no wrong." You couldn’t help yourself. You could foreshadow what was beneath that shirt. Being in that sort of business took its toll. You caught a glimpse of it when he got rid of his hoodie.

 His gaze was stuck to the floor for a moment. Contemplating on his actions. Before taking to his feet. Slow and defeated. Averting your gaze before turning around. With crossed arms, he takes the corners of his shirt. And pulls it over his head. Waiting for your reaction. You swallow the lump in your throat once again. Seeing the small spots of discolored skin on his back. The bruises. Some larger than the other. Some bright red, the others darkened. The words stock in your throat, feeling the tears well in your eyes. The thought of him suffering by the hands of others made you sick. The poor thing.

 You rise to your feet, closing the distance between you and him. Gracing your fingers on the bruises. “Do they… hurt you?” Tracing your fingers down his side. Partly feeling the muscles under your fingers. But the fact that he didn’t answer your question made you more than worried.

 “Promise me one thing, (Y/N)…” He stops your hand from trailing along the side of his figure. Resting his hand on yours. He’s glowing. Warm to the touch. You can’t help but close the distance. Placing your other hand on his hip.

 With a thin smile, he turns around. Your eyes take in every inch, from his pecs to his abs. A breathtaking body stood in front of you. Strong and masculine. But not too big. "God…" You awe. "You're g-gorgeous-..." Your throat falls dry at the sight. You feel flutters deep down. “I… I’m sorry.”

 “It’s okay.”

 Small bruises dotted down his side. Dark from color, pain from long ago. "Tom…" You mutter worryingly. All the time you awed at his body, he averted his eyes. Looking aside. You now understand why. As your eyes sink lower and lower. You spot the bulge in his pants. Impossible to hide. "Are you…" Not finishing your question because of the obvious. The red rushing to his cheeks.

 He still nods in acknowledgment. "I…I… never had this happen before.”

 “Do you…” A finger on your lips silences your words. Stepping very close to you, spotting his watery eyes up close.

"Yes! Yes, I do!" He confessed, with tears welling in the corner of his eyes. Shaking as he struggles to get his words out. "But promise me…that when…” His nostrils flaring. “-This will never work (Y/N)…" Smashing his lips into yours. You didn’t want to listen to his words. None of it. His arms reach around you, pulling you in. Wrapping your own around him, feeling every part of his skin. Pressed tight against him. Ripping the remaining clothes off your body. You just wanted to feel that perfect body. And so did he, roving his hands all over yours.

 Every kiss has a raw intensity. There’s just too much skin and too few hands and tongues to worship it all. Both your bodies collide against each other completely naked. His firm and rigid cock pressing against your skin. It glides through your hand as wet as it can be. Tom jerking you off at the same time. Moans and grunts fill the room. Tom’s member too slippery to even get a hold of. The sight of it makes you weak in the knees. The chair behind you topples over from your vicious play. As you stumble out of the kitchen. Against the doorpost, over the couch. Towards the bedroom.

 Together you fall onto the mattress. Rolling back and forth. An intense play of hands and lips. Dry humping against each other. You both can't get enough of each other. His lips kissing every inch of skin. Forcing his weight onto you, making you lay flat on your back. He arches back, and sensually starts grinding his pelvis onto yours. Rubbing your balls and cock together into a soaking wet mess. He must have done this hundreds of times. It looked so smooth and sensual. Moaning softly as he held both of your members together. With gentle hands, but a firm grasp nonetheless. Thrusting both cocks through his hand. His fingers teasing the ridges along the lengths. Spreading the pre-cum with the pad of his thumb. Looking at his face, he's so concentrated that you once again get caught staring at him.

 Both moaning, the air is thick of pheromones, the smell seeping into your mind. Both wanting it badly. As he locks eyes again, he smoothly reaches round with one hand. He seemed really flexible, propped on his knees. Arching backward as he lifts his ass up, guiding your tip to his entrance. A slight resistance gave way, allowing you to slide far and deep into him. The moment you sheath yourself into him deeper and deeper, you watch on as he shudders. Contorting his face. Both hands cling to your chest. With both his hands resting on your torso, the fingers dig deep and hard into your skin. Feeling his shaking and shuddering throughout your body. He closes his eyes for a moment, moaning your name in pleasure. And sinks further forwards to your chest. Panting heavily. After regaining himself, he adjusts his hands on your shoulder. And locks lips with yours. "Y-You… f-feel amazing." Moaning into the kiss. The praise turning you on immensely. Growing impossibly large inside of him.

 And so he slowly begins grinding his hips back and forth with your shaft deep inside him. Feeling yourself widen him further and further. Tom’s moans become long and raw. Sitting up straight again, he takes one hand and forces your cock deeper into him. Reaching further and deeper. While trying to clench his cheeks around you. Hitting different and deeper spots. The sudden increase in pressure and warmth were becoming too much. Not only for you. You see Tom's mouth fall open, gasping for air, his eyes shut tight from ecstasy. His other hand caresses the skin of his neck.

 Your grunts become shorter and shallow. You’re a lost cause. Your mind is blank, completely lost at the sexual pleasure coursing through your body. Racing towards your climax. Both hands clinging to his hips, but your strength wasn’t helping much.

 Tom could feel it coming. Your balls churn. A pent up force, craving to be released. And all it takes is a look into each other’s eyes for you to fill him up. And before you tip the point of no return. He picks up the pace. Making sure to milk every drop by clenching his cheeks harder on you. A loud gasp follows. Shuddering your body to the very core. Your hands dig deep into the side of his hips. The splashing inside is intense as you cum, spilling all over. And Tom just keeps riding. Until you just turn limb. Gasping out his name.

 "Felt good?" He asks, breathing heavily, watching his chest heave up and down. A smile on his face. You again realize what a beautiful person he was. His body atop of yours, glistening with sweat. And a damn cute smile.

 “Out of this world.” You pant, laying your head to rest on the cushion. “You’re incredible.”

 "Good." Cupping your cheeks with both hands and kissing you. The smile on his face was larger than you'd ever seen. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." You notice a sudden sparkle flaring in his eyes. Something igniting deep within.

 "How about you…?" Eyeing his erection. "You didn't blow your load." Wrapping your arms around his neck. Pulling him towards you for a slow and passionate kiss.

 "Don't you worry, I did enjoy it very much." He smiled. "More then I should." Pushing strands of hair from your forehead. "I was close…" He confesses softly.

 "Then why didn't you keep going?"

 "Because that would hurt you…" He blushed.

 "How?"

 "You can't just keep going if you blow your load. At first, it's really sensitive, but then it becomes increasingly itchy, to a point it feels like it burns. Quite painful."

 You're both lost in each other’s gaze. As he falls beside you, curling up to cuddle. Tom resting on your chest. Your fingers playing with the brown silky smooth curls of his. "What can I do to make you feel good?" You whisper to him.

 "You already did." Pressing a soft kiss on your lips. You can't help but notice the way he smiled. It's wholesome. To the point of a complete cuteness.

 "Tom, I want you to feel good too." Slowly tracing your fingers up and down his spine. "Because that smile suits you."

 "But, I don't want to hurt you (Y/N)." He looks up with a growing expression of worry on his face.

 "It won't, Tom." Cupping his cheek. "I want to feel you."

Through all the glistening sweat and wetness on your bodies. You feel his length grow against your thigh. Yourself following along. "Give it to me, baby…" You whisper close to his ear.

 Tom helps himself on his knees. His member standing fully erect, ready for you. A jolt of excitement shoots through you at the sight. It's been forever since you've been pleasured since your break up. Something you actually look forward to now. So you roll onto your knees. "Wait…" You look back at Tom. "Turn over."

 On your back again, eager and waiting, Tom takes you by the hips. Reeling you in. Positioning himself behind you. And turns you on your side.  “This is most comfortable for you.” Kneading your ass cheeks with gentle hands. Captivated by your hole. “Alright?”

 You can’t help but chuckle at his carefulness. How soft and tenderly he was approaching you. Putting a cushion under your hips. Rearranging the sheets. Therefore receiving a semi frowned questioning look from Tom.

 “Sweety, I know what you’re going to do.” You give him a reassuring smile. “I’m ready.”

 “Trust me, if you do it wrong, it’ll hurt like hell.” Giving you a little kiss. “I wouldn’t want that to happen.” You stare at each other for half a second. You draw a deep breath, dizzy with anticipation.

 He moves one leg aside, revealing your entrance. A little gasp of excitement leaves, as you feel his tip slowly slide at your hole. “Please tell me if it hurts.” He asks. You nod eagerly. His hands grip onto your hips, the pressure on your entrance increasing. You lick your lips and suck in another deep breath.  You stifle a groan as you feel your sphincter grip the head of his cock. You’re legs feel numb. You close your eyes, overwhelmed by the feeling, releasing a silent moan.

 He holds the moment your face contorts even the slightest, waiting for you to adjust. Slowly accepting his length. Every inch he enters you, you hear his grunts become heavier. Your warmth and light wetness guiding him deeper. “Y-You’re tight.” He moans, trying to regain this breath. “Fuck…” Wiping the sweat from his face.

 Your dick is throbbing, there was no other way to describe it. Pressed against the sheets. No stimulation but only the motion of his thrusts. Stimulated by his presence. His looks. His thrusts. You're breathless, staring at his physique. He is masculine, but not too much. So complete. The view of his muscles tensing and relaxing. Utterly mesmerizing to watch. Even as he begins to move back and forth. Sweat breaks out all over your body at the first couple of thrusts. Very slow and lovingly.

 Stretching your further as he goes in. His breathing slow and ragged. He pushed deep. Reaching far inside you. Warming places you didn’t know you had. The feeling of his dick fully inside you was driving you to the point of an unexpected climax already. The rigidness of his cock, rubbing your insides. Making you shudder to your very core while praising his name. Your cock already leaking on the sheets.

 The pressure inside you rising faster than ever before. It’s impossible to think straight, his pace was slow and passionate. Yet, you only feel his cock hitting your insides. You grip your sheets, whimpering uncontrollably. You only manage to utter his name, squirming under his pressure. The cum just starts pouring out of you, uncontrollable amounts soaking the already wet area. Tom follows up with another thrust, making you squirt even further. You moan long and hard, feeling your entire body shudder from the release. “Holy s-shit… Tom.” You sputter.

 As you open your eyes, you watch Tom hunched forward. Panting heavily. Eyes clenched shut. "Tom…?" You ask. He holds his hand up to you. Signaling you to wait. After he regains himself again, he positions himself further above you. You hear his hot ragged breath, tightly hugging his hips against your ass cheeks. Cock buried deep inside you. “F-Fuck, (Y/N)…” He grunts. “That was hot…”

 He takes a moment to gather himself again. You do the same. Catching your breath and calming your senses. You wait for Tom to move again.  Before he does, he starts to pepper your body with wet, hot kisses. Moaning your name softly as he begins to roll his hips.

 Goosebumps shoot across your skin at the mention of your name. A sudden yelp escapes your lips, grabbing his attention immediately. To your surprise, you feel a moist sensation touching your cock. You gaze at your member, while it hardens without touch. Only by a few thrusts from his shaft.

 “Shit…” He grunts as he wraps his fingers around your length. An awkward position, but he manages. Stroking your cock, coated by your own cum, slow and steady. Completely captivated by it. You sense it's turning him on immensely, as you feel him thicken inside you.

 You release a silent moan as your mouth falls open. Feeling his girth stretch you even further. The ridges rubbing you in unexpected ways. After a few strokes, he loses his grip, licking the wetness from his fingers, one by one. You watch as he sucks each of his fingers dry in his mouth. “Fuckin’ hell...” He groans. “That’s really good." Leaning in, he lands his lips on yours. "I'm getting close, baby." He moans into the kiss.

 “Go for it.” You whisper into his ear. Holding him close. “Blow your load for me.” As he picks up pace. Desperate for release. His cock feeling incredibly hard inside you. Swelling even further at the mention of your dirty talk. “Blow it all inside me.”

 He grunts deep and hard into your ear. Rolling his hips faster and faster into you. “C’mon, baby.” You encourage him. Feeling his cock grow inside you. His breathing quickens, as does his momentum. Rutting into you faster than before. Not relentlessly, but with a comfortable pace.

 Already widened and stretched from before, you feel his cock hitting you deep again. Each time he hits your thrust back, hitting that same spot, you feel the sensation ache in your cock. Twitching from pleasure. “R-Right there, Tom.” You gasp again.

 He shoots a look at you, realization hitting him that you’re getting close again. “Keep going.” You moan out loud. Not a moment later, you feel him pulse inside you. With a cry, he thrust once more, deep and hard into you. You lift your ass to meet his thrust, his balls slap against your skin. The splashing inside you as he cums is so intense that you feel it spilling down your cheeks. Your mind goes blank. Watching him pump load after load into you. Your cock twitches, barely holding on. As your insides were coated.

 He just pulls out, like a plug of a bathtub. You gasp of relief, feeling the wetness seep outwards.  Drops of wetness fly from his still erect member as it bounces upward. Giving a quick tug on your legs, so you end on your back again. Spreading your legs.

 You’re out of breath for a moment. Not sure what he was going to do. Watching your own dick spring back into view again. All wet and swollen. With force, he pulls you to the side of the bed and kneels down. His fingers wrap around your member. As he suddenly starts suckling on your balls. It's strange ticklish feeling at first, but combined with his firm grasp on your length, and strokes, it became more than that. Your balls begin to churn. Gripping the sheets around you, your head falls back onto the mattress, overwhelmed by this quick handling.  

 “T-Tom!” You cry out. “God!” You plant both your feet on the mattress. You shut your eyes tight, pressing your head back into the mattress, thrusting your hips into his grasp. But he doesn’t slow down.

 “Tom!” You burst out, not only in words. Your eyes widen, gasping out loud as he rubs down hard on your shaft. Cum jets from your swollen cock. Stroking you hard, milking every last possible drop.

 It's only hazy from thereon…

 You’re not sure if you passed out, but it felt like you sprayed the ceiling with your load. The next moment you open your eyes, you find Tom cuddled up against you. Just some sheets covering a few parts. “Did I pass out or…?”

 “You didn’t.” He chuckles, looking up at you with a smile on his face. “You dozed off very shortly after. I don’t blame you.” He sniffles while tracing a finger up and down your chest. You wrap your arm around him. Just living in the moment. "I'm so happy, your friend picked me." He whispered to you. That comment stuck with you.

 "Thank you, Tom." Pressing your lips on his forehead, tasting a taint of salt. Picking a few strands of hair from his forehead. Cuddling together in the safe comfort of each other. The sharing of interests you had in common. Followed by simple chatter about the things in life. Making each other laugh. Having a good time. For once, in a very long time, you felt whole again. His smile. His presence, something felt right. Something clicked.

 And it's that sort of thing you just can’t get enough of. Your eyes are glued to him. The heat rising in your system. That flutter in your stomach. It hurts. In a good way. He is everything you ever wanted in a man.

 You love him.

 All cuddled up against each other, it falls to you how sticky everything actually really his. His skin glistening with sweat and wetness.

 “How about we freshen up?” Rustling your fingers through his curls. “Shower is big enough for both of us.”

 “Good idea.” His lips meeting yours in agreement. "I'll gladly join you."

 Being close to together, naked, warm water, and soap. Things get heated again. You don't know how long you been in the shower. And you don't mind. Because for the time, you felt the rush of living again. Being alive. Receiving praise. Kind words whispered into your ear.

No denying that his smile was infectious. A smile that wouldn't disappear, you noticed. Tom was a whole different person to the one that stepped in earlier tonight. Deep down, you could feel that this version of him was the real him. Loving, caring, passionate.

 And no matter how dangerous shower sex was told to be. You did it. And more. Memories burned into your mind forever.

 You take a moment longer to rinse off the sweat and wetness under the steaming hot water. Recollecting those wonderful moments again. Tom already out. You can't seem to shake your smile. This was right. This is how life should be.

 Turning into the bedroom with your towel wrapped around your waist, your smile drops immediately. "Where you going?" He hastily pushes his phone back into his pocket. Tom was already dressed, ready to put on his jacket.

 "I have to go." He mumbled, avoiding your gaze. His smile nowhere to be seen.

 "Please, just stay."  This moment was bound to happen. But you weren’t going to give in. You’ve seen enough people leave through that door. "Stay with me."

 "I… I… can't… I need to go." Checking the time on his phone.

 "You don't have to do this, you know. I can-" But midsentence, you're cut off.

 "Don’t… (Y/N).” His voice skips a beat. You’re pretty sure you could see tears welling in his eyes. You have to fight to keep them back as well. “P-Please…” He stutters, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand. “Don’t make this harder than it already is."

 "Tom, it's doesn't have to be this way."

 "I warned you. It can't be helped." He sobbed. An hour ago, the man standing in front of you was majestic, beautiful, and full of life. What remained now was nothing of that. Hunched shoulders and hands stuffed into his pockets. Eyes wet from tears.

 "I'll take a chance."

 "Please, stay out of it. Just leave me be. Forget about me."

 "Oh no, I can't. Not in a million years. I'll get you out whatever shithole you got yourself into." You’re just glad he didn’t walk right out. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to follow him. Something was holding him back.

 "It's not worth it. It can't be fixed."

 "Everything takes time to heal."

 "Not me, not me." He snickers. “I… I need to go.”

 You rush to your drawers, pulling fresh clothes out as fast as you can. "Wait, I'll bring you wherever you're going."

 "You'll get into trouble if they see you."

 "I don't care." You quip while jumping into a pair of pants.

 "But I do!" He cries. “I do!”

 "The feeling is mutual." You growled. With your shoes and jacket on, you interlace fingers with his. Dragging him outside. And as you open the door, the pizza delivery shows up. “P-… Pizza delivery?” The man hesitates, looking at the both of you weirded out. “Here.” You shove a bill of cash into his hands. "Now, go!" He instantly rushes off onto the street. With screeching tires, the little scooter darts back up the road. In a big arch, you toss the pizza inside, cheese, and all flying everywhere before you close the door behind you.

 The car ride was uneasy, to say the least. No music. Only darkness and the rain hitting the windshield. Sometimes a finger, pointing you in the right direction. You appeared mad. To say you weren't was a misconception. But not at him. And what kind of music was even appropriate at that moment? Your mind was conflicted. You could just drive the opposite direction. Away from it all. He would be save.

 Would he?

 You couldn’t judge if you didn’t know where he was living. What if they came after him? That would endanger you as well. No, this required a different approach. This needed planning. God, you were in a state to do anything.

 Breath in, breath out. Calm yourself down.

  Hope.

Was it misplaced hope

?

 Hope for a happy ending.

 But hope is the worst of all evils, for it prolongs the torment of men. Words from an old book. Spoken by wise old men as they say. But in the end, the truth runs from the first to the very last word. How naive could you be? Deep down, you knew this was impossible. His words spoken earlier that evening kept circling in the back of your mind. Yet, you cling to that glimmer of hope. Those words in the shower. Those moments together. This couldn't be it?

 You hoped not.

  “Stop here.” He says. “It’s down that alley.” Pointing to a small flickering light in the distance. You could only get a glimpse as the windscreen wipers came by to clear the pouring rain from your window. You spot the outline of a figure standing there. "Turn around the moment I enter that alley. Don't come near.”  

 “I need your number.” Pulling out your phone. But he had already opened the door. “Tom!” You hissed, leaning over to passenger’s seat. Barely in time to get a hold of his arm. “How can I find you?” The wind and rain washing into the car. You have to blink once or twice to keep the rain out of your eyes. “Tom?!”

 “T-Thank you for tonight, (Y/N).”

 "No! Tom!" Tears welling in the corner of your eyes. Awkwardly constrained by your seatbelt, struggling to get a firm grasp on his hand. "Don't do this!" Your fingers begin to lose their grip on his hand, the rain hitting you relentlessly. This sting of pain. You felt this moment before. Slowly slipping away from your fingers. "Not like this!"

 "I'm so sorry…" And with a tug, he pulls his arm free, slamming the door into your face.

 You scream from the top of your lungs. Tears rolling down your cheek, you fumble with the seatbelt. But it won't open. Tears cloud your vision, anger raging from deep within. Forcing you to watch him run through the rain towards that accursed alley. You let your fury loose on anything in range. Until you're deprived of energy. Resting your forehead against the steering wheel. Watching the tears fall from your cheeks. You lost.

 A knock on your window makes you jump. “G-Hello?” A thick accent calls out to you. Your eyes spot the contours of a man. His face closing in on the window. His features unpleasant to the eye, looking like a common fugitive. Not with the best intention. "You zhould not be ghere.”

 So many things raced through your mind. You could just mash the door against his burly, ugly set face. Giving you an advantage to whatever came next. But… What would you achieve with that?

You nod quickly and steer your car the way you came. Driving around mindlessly. Gaze fixated on the horizon.

 It’s been minutes, hours, and days. They’re as grueling as you could possibly imagine. Tormented by your own thoughts. How could you save Tom? You couldn't admit to yourself that you actually knew nothing. There's only a location. That's all.

 Taking a few days off only makes it worse. Sleep doesn’t come at all. Falling back on drinking makes no difference. It only forces out the anger. Until the tipping point of intoxicating takes over your senses.

 Until your eyes spot the flyer, you’re hands tremble as you gaze on the picture of Tom. In all fairness, there wasn’t even a name mentioned. Only a number, like a damn menu. You scramble for your phone, shaking with nervousness. It takes a moment for the number to connect, until you hear a lady’s voice call out the name of the business.

 “Ehm… Hello, I… want Tom, p-please." You stutter, sweat breaking out across your body. While your fingers play with the edges of the picture. Gaze stuck on the picture of Tom. It remains silent on the other end of the line.

 “He doesn’t work here.” That single comment makes your blood boil. The thought that some filthy businessman groping him was sickening.

 “I meant number 26.”

 “I don’t know either. Anyone else?”

 “JUST GIVE ME FUCKING TOM!” You scream from the top of your lungs. “How hard can it be!”

 "I'm afraid I can't help you, sir." And the line disconnects. You're fumingly mad. Realizing your failure.  Gritting your teeth, you barely able to control yourself. Your thoughts sink deeper, and deeper in desperation. You could pull each and every single hair out of your skull out of frustration. Kicking chairs over and destroying stuff didn't satisfy in any way. Only the pain halted you momentarily. This couldn't be the end. You wouldn't let it end this way. You can't.

 You can’t let him go.

  - - - - -

From around the corner, you watch the alleyway. It’s been days. You thought this through countless times. Overthinking is what they call it. Days on end. If Tom was there, you needed to take a shot. You have to do something. What else is there to live for anyway? That is one way to boost your morale you chuckle to yourself. You take one last sip from the bottle before putting in back in your car. Releasing a hiss as the strong liquor burns its way down your throat. In a weird way, it makes your head clearer. Calms the nerves. Brings peace to your mind. Boosts your confidence. If only for this moment. You double-check the surroundings. Everything's in place.

 With confidence in your step, you lock your car around the corner and make your way down the street. You straighten your collars before sheathing them in the pockets of your jacket.  It takes quite a few steps to get there. The man on the corner of the alleyway can’t help but notice you. Trying casually to walk towards you. And as you approach the man, you notice he’s definitely one size larger than you. It surely wasn't the man that warned you in your car. This one had a more pleasant and kinder look to him. "G-Hey you…" He nods at you. "You ghot businez here?” Speaking with the same Eastern European accent as the other.

 You halt in front of him. Taking a moment to answer him, trying to keep your nerves in check. While looking calm at the same time. “I’m here for this.” Revealing the flyer from your pocket. “Is the manager in?”

 “Da, but why zhould I let you through?”

 You sigh with discontent. Revealing a stack of money from your pocket. "Here." Handing him twenty or so bills. "Don't bother me anymore." And take the gamble by walking past him. You hear a whistle behind you. Just as you are about to turn into the dim-lit alleyway, another man halts you. An impressively large man. You weren’t small either. But he towered over you, by far.

 “Got any on ya?” Surprisingly, this man wasn’t Eastern European looking or sounding at all. Holding your hands up beside you, you shake no. But the man still searches you. Keeping an eye on you at all costs. Mumbling to himself a few things. "Follow me."

 Through the dark passage, you’re led towards a metal door. Only a dim light above it shows the entrance. The rest is barely visible. The man engages the locking mechanism and opens the door. Through a series of corridors and stairs, you get the impression of this operation. A series of rooms, followed by cells. Giving you an inside look of how dilapidated and horrifying the building actually is. Your worst nightmare just becomes a reality. It's beyond belief how Tom managed to survive in these conditions.

 You try to keep your gaze fixated on the man in front of you as you follow him. But you desperately hope to see Tom here somewhere. What if you don't get out of here… alive? You draw a deep breath and focus on what’s next. A sudden halt at a room, makes you jump a little. “In here.” Pointing inward to an older lady behind a desk. "Make your request." He grunts, crossing his arms as several other people in the room watching you enter.

 “How can I help you, sir?” The woman kindly asks you. You recognize her voice from the phone earlier this week.

 “Alright.” You say, unimpressed. “Cut the middleman.” Turning around to the large man. “Bring me to the manager.” His gaze far from friendly. From the corner of your eyes, you see the nearby, you guess guards, take a step closer. Some whispering to each other. As the large man takes a few steps towards you. Ending up so close to you, he’s literally looking down on you. The smell of smoke and sweat hinted at your nostrils. His warm, foul breath fanning onto your hair.

 “Why should we… little one?” He growled demeaningly. Not a smile in sight. “You walk into here with loads of cash, and demand to see the manager. What is so important you have that you need to see the manager?” Crackling his knuckles close to your face. His hands were large, fingers short but fatty. Stained by all kinds of things you rather wouldn’t know about. “For all I know, you were never here, to begin with…”

 “Excellent threat." You sniffle, revealing a stack from your pocket. As you do in the process, you hear guns being cocked. "Here." Stuffing the stack into his pocket. “Problem is, my burly friend…” You gaze up to him, forcing a grin on your face.  “I didn’t wander in here unprepared. You see, If I don’t return within… let’s say… the next two hours-…” Letting the moment sink in. Eyeing the people in the room. Everyone eager listening in on your little conversation. “-shits going down.”  

 “What did you call me?” His hand resting upon your shoulder, leaning down.

 “Do you call the shots for your boss?” You tilt your head slightly. Looking at him with a playful smile. “I don’t think he’ll appreciate the news I have regarding his ratline from Europe.”

 The man looks past you, nodding to the lady behind the desk. Returning his gaze to you.

 "Not willing to take the risk, hmmm?" You joke. Behind your back, you hear several whispers. The eyes of the man shot back and forth between the lady and you. Before pushing you down the hallway again. Again leading you through some corridors, down the staircase. Ending up in a luxurious room.

 Behind a desk sat a figure, so bulbous and fat, you’d never seen anything alike. Gold rings on his meaty fingers. The room decorated in some sort of Russian style. The left wall accommodating a series of monitors. Probably surveillance. But as you keep your eyes longer on the screens, you see the prostitutes. Man and women. You try to keep a straight face. “I heard interesting things about you, young man…” The blob of a man behind the desk mutters.

 “I always thought Russians started with a drink, before doing business.” Keeping a straight face.

 The flesh of its body bounces and flays around as it laughs loudly. Signaling the large man to pour the glasses. He couldn’t even do it himself anymore, his fat little arms limiting his movement. “Nasdrovia!” You both cheer and cling the glasses, chucking the content.

 “Let’s talk business.” The man says with a thick voice.

 "I have intel, concerning the safety of your cargo." You glance over to the guards. "Can we get the room to us.” Looking at the Russian for a confirmation.

 "Give him a minute." He waves at you with his fat fingers. "Continue." The large man that led you here hesitates. Keeping his eyes on you. "Go!" The Russian shouts again, waiting for the door to close.

 You take a deep breath. And focus on the conversation. The details are important. Focus.

“You need to relocate within the next… 24 hours.” Checking your watch. “They’re on to you.”

 “How do you know?” He burst out laughing. “Do you have any evidence? Because my business is at an all-time high. My man and woman are booked like never before. I even have a new shipment comin-”

 "Container #556121 on the SSE Georgia has been snitched." You say with a reassuring tone. "Go ahead. Tell me if I'm wrong." He has a distrusting look on his face, hesitant to believe you. But still goes ahead to unlock his drawer, revealing a sort of book and a laptop.

 Bluff. Neither the name of the ship or the number was anything close to what you were supposed to say. Through all the nerves, you just made something up. You just simply couldn't remember what the police told you. Your heart pounded in your chest. It's now or never. Everything depended on the next few minutes. On that little wire, you were carrying. The strength of your arms. Your will. And above all, the speed of the police. Your fingers tremble as you grab your watch. It's bound to happen at any moment.

 What happened next went so fast. It's all a blur. One distant gunshot set off a chain reaction. You jump over the desk as the door behind you swings open, blood splatters all across. The razor-thin wire detaches from your watch, and you swing it around the neck of the bulbous man. His fat little arms couldn’t reach around. Shielding behind his humongous chair and body, you restrain him. You watch the bullet impacts on the wall near you as the guard curses loudly. The fat man’s arms flap around.  “Tell me about Tom, you fat fuck!” You shout. “I need to know!” Tightening the wire. With your “Where is he!?” Bashing his head from behind. “WHERE IS HE?!”

 The man fights and struggles heavily, barely able to breathe—coughing and desperate for air. The giant oak chair the man sat in, shook and trembled on the floor by the man's panicking movements. Screeching back and forth. His spasming legs hit the desk to the floor. Sending loads of stuff flying. The man points his finger to the guard. “K-K-Kill T…Tom!” He gurgles to the guard. The words reach your ears moments later, processing what the man just said. You panic as the guards suddenly darts off, grabbing his phone.

 “Noooooo!” Storming off towards the door, fueled by rage. Blinded by anger. Falling over several items on the floor. You regain your footing and continue to run towards the door. Turning the corner without a second thought.

 A bright flash. A high pitched noise. A ringing in your ear. A wince of pain, tearing into you, forcing every thought out of your mind, paralyzing your body. Only by a deep groan. Your eyes are blurry, your vision doubles as you stagger on your feet. Trying to blink it away didn’t help. You feel the pain worsen. Deepen. Sharp pain lances at your abdomen. Another flash close by. Jerking your body around.  Excruciating pain. It all happens with such force. It sends you stumbling backward. Your hands reach for the doorpost, trying to remain afoot. Holding on for life. But strength ebbs away. Your limbs feel numb. Fingers shaking, losing its grip. Slumping down to the floor, onto your knees. Everything hurt. Sharp, deep, unstoppable pain. Each exhale of breath stings your insides. Chocking the breath from your lungs. Your vision blurs, slowly turning red—darkness pressing in.

 But it wasn’t your vision turning red. It’s the pool of crimson red blood forming under your hands. Warming your pale, cold hands, oozing from your wounds. Panic hits. You’re short of breath, experiencing extreme difficulty with breathing. The cold gripping you. Your words strangled by the welling of warm blood, filling your throat. “T-Tom…” You manage to bring out in faltering gasps. Draining the last bit of energy left in you. “T...o...m…” Before your arms give in. Your head slamming against the crimson tainted concrete.

 Then silence.

 Silence.

 …

 …

 ...

 Is death near?

 …

 …

 ...

 That ringing noise in your ear. Coming closer.  Your head felt heavy and painful. As you slowly regain consciousness. You blink a couple of times to readjust to the intense light blinding your eyes. After a moment, you notice the light that shines in your eyes are rays of sunlight. Your try uttering a few words. But your throat was as dry as the desert, and rough like sandpaper. Forcing out an awful cough. "Am... I in heaven?" Your voice sounding croaked and harsh. Followed by another coughing fit. Your lungs hurt. A sharp pain lancing in your chest. Contorting your insides. Everything hurts. Each movement you made, your bones and muscles ache in response.

 “Sir?” A calming voice of a woman called to you. “Sir, how are you feeling?”

 “Terrible.” You cough, struggling to breathe. “Where am I?”

 “The hospital.” A young woman in nursery clothing showed up in your field of view. “You’re in good hands.” Everything looked pale white. Painfully white to the eyes. “You’re going to be fine.”

You have difficulty in paying attention to her. Your vision doubles, sound dissipates. She was trying to say something, but you couldn’t follow it.

 “The man that saved you is here.” Shaking your arm. "Sir..." Trying to keep you from passing out. "Look.” Helping you up. Your eyes slowly adjusting to the light, taking in the room. Loads of flowers decorated the space. Accompanied by colorful cards on the wall. “He stayed by your side the moment you came in. We could-"

 Her words fall to deaf ears. You couldn't believe your eyes. Blinking repeatedly. You try to sharpen the image. The tears welling in your eyes, not helping a bit.

 “This is heaven.” You mumble. The woman stops and looks at you. Giggling at your comment. Sitting there beside you, resting his head against the side of your bed. Eyes shut, snoring softly with his coat wrapped around him. "T-To…m…"  You try to say, falling into a terrible cough.  

 He jumps a little in his seat by the touch of the nurse. Rubbing the sleepers from his eyes, taking a moment to gather his bearings. But that moment you make eye contact. “(Y/N)!” He cries out. You can’t believe your eyes.

 “It’s really you.” You cough while trying to sit up. Tears streaming freely down your cheeks. "T-Tom!"

 "I can't believe it!" He snickers. Diving onto you, his arms closing around you, sobbing against your neck. You remain like this for a while. Deep in his embrace. Tears, only tears. But tears of happiness. You couldn’t remember when you experienced those.

 “T-Tom…?” You’re afraid to ask but needed to know. “Is… is it over? Is it done? A-Are you free...?”

  “Yes…” He nods, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Yes, I am. You did it. It's over." Cupping your cheeks with both hands, kissing you like you never been before. Euphoria. Blessed. Relieved. You feel alive.

“I cried myself to sleep that night (Y/N). Thinking I would never see you again.”  

 You nod. "I felt so lost without you." Knowing precisely what he meant. "I was so scared, Tom. I… I… thought I… was d-dying." Your body shakes at the thought and recollection of that moment. "It all… happened-d… and… I… I… m-missed you… so m-m-much." The sobs turn into long wails of emotions running freely.

 "It's ok." His arms reach around you, hugging your fragile body close to him. Letting all the tears flow freely. Crying in each other’s arms. "We’re going to be fine.”

 You hold him close, not ever wanting him to go. Locking eyes with him again. The reality of him beside you was heartwarming. That wonderful smile. It filled you with joy and happiness. But the questions burned at the back of your mind. "The nurse said you were the one who saved me? How…?"

 "I found you..." Enveloping your hands in his, pressing kisses to your cold fingers. "-on the floor." His eyes turn red, the tears running down his cheek. Crying for a moment, before he continues.

"A-A-After I heard the first shots close by, everything went so fast. I... saw guards being shot, and I ran… I knew something was wrong. I heard more shots. And… that’s when I turned the corner… I found you..." He weeps. "One moment you were there…" His blood-red eyes look at you with terror. "-the other I realized you were… close to… d-dying in my arms."

 You can't help but kiss him, hold him close. Comfort him as he wailed softly.

"Poor thing." The tears rolling down your cheek. “It’s going to better from here on out. I promise, Tom. I promise you.”

 "I love you (Y/N)." He whispers. His watery eyes lock with yours. "I love you with all my heart."

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[mrs-dobrik]

Views, with a view

David

Request: I’ve been having a really cute dream recently of David asking me to join him on the podcast for the first time and we announce our relationship there even though I’d been on his Instagram and Snapchat a few times before that.

Warnings: N/A

Words: 890

You left the bedroom after getting ready, wearing black skinny jeans and my favorite crop top with your hair and makeup only slightly done up. I kept a natural look today, wanting to be relaxed. I stepped out into the living room, connecting eyes with David after I had greeted Jason and Joe. He smiled warmly and signaled me over for a kiss. I walled over and bent down pressing a kiss to his lips, “You look pretty bub.” He smiled as you pulled away to goo to the kitchen for some coffee. You responded with a thanks while finding yourself a mug.

“Bubba, why don’t you do the podcast with us?” He pitched with a smile as I past the couch again with my fresh mug of coffee in hand.

“Why?” You questioned as he never really put you in his videos often as he liked to keep your relationship private and he held the mentality that he would have you all to himself.

“Because we have no ideas on what to talk about and it would be fun, don’t ya think?” He smiled and brushed his thumb over your knuckles.

You weren’t shy to be on camera, you were comfortable to share yourself honestly with the world so that wasn’t a problem, the only thing making you feel uncertain was the fact that you had jumped from being in only a few Instagram stories and posts to being the highlight of the podcast. You could only imagine the reactions from the fans.

“Sure babe.” You chuckled lightly, “let me get water then.” You said before going back to the kitchen and gathering up water for everybody. You reached the couch again and handed out the water, being thanked continuously.

You sat next to David, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and a mic handed to each of you. “You guys ready?” Joe asked and you nodded along with David and Jason.

The guys introduced the podcast before David addressed you, “Today my gorgeous girlfriend, y/n, has joined us. We hoping she’ll do a better job than Jason.” everyone chuckled, David carried on to crack another joke, “This is actually her pilot episode, if she fails then we using her as clickbait for the next breakup vlog.”

Your jaw dropped a little before you playfully slapped his arm and laughed along with everyone. “He’s actually paying me, that’s why no one has gotten a car recently, all that seatgeek money is going straight to my pockets.” You teased further.

“Damn it feels like it,” he sighed, “girlfriends are expensive, especially when they like Olive Garden.” He said, poking your side as he teased on .

Jason jumped into the conversation, giving the listeners some background, “Guys this is technically your announcement video if y/n hasn’t been in any vlogs.”

David frowned, “She’s been on my instagram!” I chuckled, “but I suppose all my girls are on there.” He grinned smugly, nodding his head.

“Ah, shut up!” I giggled again making him break into a laugh.

Once his laugh died down he sighed and gathered his thoughts, “Yeah, I suppose I’ll have to give some background. I know a lot of you have had your suspicions about us but truthfully we’ve just never felt the need to be like ‘hey this person is my girlfriend’. I just think I kept it low seeing if she was the one and once I realized she was, I didn’t have the urge to share our relationship openly.” He looked over at me for approval in his words.

I jumped in once his thoughts faded out and provided my own opinion, “And it’s not like we kept it tops secret, any idiot could scroll through our instagrams and put two and two together but I feel like people require the confirmation because so many rumors float around.” He smiled as I spoke almost as though he was proud of the confidence I carried through my words. “And I feel like they always paired David with these insanely hot supermodels so no one really expected it.”

“I think you the hottest supermodel.” He teased and pressed kisses to my neck making me breath out into the mic with a smile spreading across my face.

We continued to move onto other topics of conversation and David and Jason wrapped up the podcast before Joe stopped the camera and packed everything up. I cuddled further into David causing him to wrap an arm around me and hold me close as he kissed me. “You did awesome bubs.” He smiled and peppered small kisses all over my cheeks.

After a few days the podcast was released and you didn’t express your slight fears to David, wondering if your presence in it would have brought a negative reaction but to your surprise the fans were raving about you in the comments. You got up to find David lying in his bean bag, you stood at his feet while he moved the laptop from his lap. You collapsed into his lap and have him a kiss before pulling back with a big grin, “They liked me!” You cheered making him chuckle and squeeze your sides, “Not as much as I like you!” He teased and tackled you down before tickling your sides making you break down in laughter.

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[nkp1981]

Somewhere in Africa in the year 2062:

They all had their own missions in life, but sometimes two missions collide, and they are always grateful for the help no matter what.

“So, Sudan, Barcelona and then Rome?” Joe asked, who was leaning up against the only tree in the area and was peeling the last apple, he had. “Just admit it!! You want to see how far they have come with Sagrada Família.” Nicky replied, who was laying on the ground with the binoculars and was trying to figure out where the best place would be for a surprise attack. “That is second on my list, Habibi.” Joe said not hiding what his true attentions were and Nicky felt how Joe was looking intensely on his ass before he once again concentrated on counting how many people there were in the convoy. “Don’t know if I should feel flattered, that you just put me before a church, that they haven't finished yet and probably never will be.” Nicky replied and looked to his left, where someone caught his attention, so he zoomed in on the person. “You will always be my favorite piece of art, Nicolo. The finest piece in the entire world” Joe said and wished that they soon were finished with this mission, so he could get Nicky out of all the clothes. “Could I ask you to concentrate on things in front of you?” Nicky asked. “What do you think I'm already doing!!” Joe replayed with laughter in his voice. “A bit further ahead of you!!” Nicky sighed over his hopeless lover. “It’s a hard thing you’re asking about, since you know that I love to admire a great piece of art for hours.” Joe replied with a smirk, while he fed Nicky half of the apple before he laid down on the ground next to Nicky. “I’ll make it up to you later.” Nicky promised and gave Joe a smile, that made him once again fall in love with Nicky. “I’ll keep you to that promise, so what am I looking for?” Joe wanted to know and took the binoculars, while Nicky took his rifle. “Look to your left at the jeep and you’ll see a familiar face.” Nicky said in a tone, that meant he was rethinking their original plan. “Is that Nile? I thought she was working out in Saudi Arabia.” Joe asked surprised when he found the person Nicky had talked about. “If you had paid more attention the last time, she called, you would know, she said Dubai, but knowing Nile, she is already planning on how to get the civilians away from the convoy.” Nicky replied and looked at every move Nile made through the rifle’s telescopic sight. “Do you think you can signal her, that we also are here?” Joe wanted to know and looked at the convoy, who had moved into the ravine. “Give me the laser.” Nicky said and when Joe handed it to Nicky, he caressed the warm hand. “Tell me your plan, Nicolo.” Joe said in the same trusting tone, Nicky loved. “The soldiers aren’t the problem. They’re just big boys, who have never held a gun, so let’s concentrate on our target, Nile and get the civilians to safety. You jump down and work your way towards Nile, while I will make so much noise that they think you have brought an army with you. Give me the blanks.” Nicky explained and Joe sat up, where he handed the blanks, before he got the last weapons ready. “I don’t need an army, I got you.” Joe replied, which made Nicky grateful, that Joe still had that kind of faith in him after all that time. “Thanks, mio amato!” Nicky said and gave Joe a smile, before looking for the right moment to signal Nile, while Joe got the last things ready.

Nicky was right about that Nile was thinking about if the ravine was the right place for making an escape. When she looked up briefly to look at the surroundings one of the soldiers shouted, that she should look at the ground or she would be shot. Not long after they passed through a piece of road with shadows, where Nile saw a red dot on the ground and she smiled, when she got the message that simply said “Joe, behind, stone” And she kicked a stone as a reply, which made Nicky sure off, she had understood the message.

“Be careful.” Nicky said and looked up at Joe, who kneeled and kissed him. “Likewise. Love you.” Joe replied and leaned his forehead against Nicky’s, while saying the usual prayer. “Love you too.” Was Nicky last response, before he once again took the rifle, and as Joe started to jump down towards the bottom of the ravine as silent as he could, while Nicky followed him through the telescopic sight on the rifle.

When Joe had reached the ravine, he held up his thumb as a sign to Nicky, that he was ready. Then Nicky quickly signaled to Nile, who kicked another stone, before he shot at the front jeep’s tire, which made the whole convoy stop and Joe sneaked up on the first soldier and it was first at the third soldier, that they noticed Joe, but before the soldiers could start firing at Joe, Nicky started to shoot at their feet, which was enough to scatter them all, because as predicted, they thought, Joe had brought with him an army. In the middle Nile got all the civilians to safety behind the truck before she helped Joe with the rest of soldiers. “Glad to see you.” Joe said and gave her a smile, before throwing her a gun. “Likewise, and thanks for the help. So, what brings you here?” Nile wanted to know. “Him? We have been tracking him for weeks. And you?” Joe replied and pointed at a man, who was hiding behind the jeep. “I’m trying to get those civilians home.” Nile replied and shot towards a soldier, who was heading for the truck. “Blanks?” Nile asked, when she hit him, and he ran away together with his comrade. “Talk with Nicky. It was his brilliant idea.” Joe replied with a smirk and watched as their target was being corralled straight towards Joe thanks to Nicky. When the target saw Joe, he looked like he had seen a ghost, while Joe looked like the cat, who finally got the cream and knocked him out. Then Joe took a steep to his right when someone fired at the ground. “Did Nicky just shoot at you?” Nile asked surprised. “It was just a smart reply from his side. Don’t worry, we have an agreement about not killing each other.” Joe replied and looked up at Nicky, who was making his way down. “I don’t want to know more.” Nile muttered, while shaking her head. “You do know, I did say brilliant.” Joe said, who was tying up their target, when Nicky finally joined them. “I know.” Nicky replied and pulled Nile in for a hug. “Hey, beautiful girl. How are you doing?” Nicky asked with a smile. “Better and thanks for the help. I guess you were right about destiny.” Nile replied grateful and returned the smile. “Could I ask you to look at one of the girls. I think she has broken her arm?” Nile asked. “Sure things. Joe, you drive, so see if you can find an officer jacket.” Nicky said. “Love it, when you’re giving orders.” Joe replied and gave Nicky a wink, before Nicky looked at the girl’s arm.

While Nile and Nicky got the civilians up in the truck, Joe looked through the jeep for an officer jacket and as he was taking it on, he saw that their target was starting to move around. “Just so you know, after what you did, I have no reservations about putting a couple of holes in you if you move again.” Joe said calmly and gagged the target, before throwing him down on the truck's floor in the front and slammed the door. “We should get going.” Nicky said and gave Joe’s hand a squeeze, before they got moving.

“So, this is the last part of your mission?” Nicky wanted to know as he was cleaning the rope burns on the civilian’s wrists. “I still need to have a conversation with the slave trader.” Nile replied and handed out the food Nicky had given her. “You sound more and more like Andy. She would be so proud of you like we’re.” Nicky said, which made Nile blush a bit. “Just trying to make a difference in the world.” She replied. “You’re, never doubt it, Nile and if you need our help let’s know.” Nicky said. “And your guys? What are you doing out here?” Nile wanted to know. “It was supposedly to be a quick job: catch a drug dealer and deliver him to the Sudanese, but when we wanted to extract him, that idiot had the entire house filled with unstable chemicals, and when he saw us, he blew up the entire house, so we had to take a couple of days off to recover, because I was standing closest to the explosion and lost my hearing, which only fueled Joe’s wish for revenge, that he accepted a reduce payment for him.” Nicky explained. “It’s good that some things never change, when it comes to you, Joe.” Nile said, who finally understood, why Joe was looking so proud back in the ravine. “But back to you, how are you planning on getting them home?” Nicky wanted to know. “Got a plane waiting for us.” Nile replied. “And he can be trusted?” Nicky asked in a big brother tone, that Nile had come to appreciate during the years. “I accidentally saved a pilot and his cargo last year, so we made a deal: he’ll help me, and I won’t tell about his cargo.” Nile replied and laughed when she saw the look of concern on Nicky’s face. “Don’t worry, Nicky. All that man is smuggling is bad booze and melted chocolate, because his air condition doesn’t work.” Nile said, which calmed Nicky a bit.

When they reached the airstrip, they got the civilians aboard the plane before Nile hugged them both. “See you both in Rome in two weeks, right? Can’t wait to get a decent pizza.” She said with a hungry look in her eyes. “And thanks for all the help again.” She added. “Don’t mention it, kiddo.” Joe said and gave her a wink, before she ran towards the plane. “We should burn the truck.” Nicky suggested as they watched the plane disappear in the distance. “And also this jacket. I think it's filled with fleas.” Joe complained and took it off, but it didn’t help on the itching. “You can’t expect that everyone in the world has the same hygienic standards as you have.” Nicky replied. “There should be a law about that.” Joe said as the last thing, before they drove out of the town.

While Joe was dealing with the truck, Nicky removed the gag from their target to give him some water. “Listen Gringo. I’ll pay you a lot of money if you let me go.” The target offered Nicky, who just shook his head. “Did he just try to bribe me?” Nicky asked and looked at Joe, who slapped the target. “He’ not a Gringo, believe me I’ve checked.”  Joe said, who still found it irritating, that some people thought Nicky was an American. “You’re an disgrace to any Muslim..” More did the target not get to say, before Nicky gagged him once again. “We have heard that rant so many times that I’m tired of it” He said in old Italic, because he knew that the target wouldn’t understand them  and looked at Joe, who pulled him for a kiss. “Me too, so Sudan, Barcelona and then Rome?” Joe asked and Nicky nodded, before they started to search for another vehicle.

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I Don’t Fucking Care Pt. 2 (Iden Versio x Reader)

(Gif found here!)

Part 1 Pairing: Iden Versio x Reader Word Count: 4.0k Words Warnings: Couple of curse words  Summary: A month after the argument reader is reunited with Iden during the Battle of Jakku. 

A/N: Two Iden fics in one day? You’d be correct. Anyway, here’s the long awaited part 2! I hope you guys enjoy! :)

You couldn’t help the small sigh that escaped your lips as you removed your pilot helmet and glanced around the ship hangar quietly; Watching as fellow pilots returned from their recent missions and exited their ships. Their droids gladly removed themselves from their ships and beeped happily as they awaited their pilots to touch the ground and praise them for their work. Some were even greeted back from their significant others, greeting them with a kiss to the lips or a quick hug. You couldn’t help but look away, remaining in your x-wing for the time being. It had been a month since that argument between you and Iden and you hadn’t seen her since. Now, whether that was on purpose or because she was being sent away on various missions you couldn’t tell; All you knew was that you needed to find her and apologize. You knew you were in the wrong but because of your stubborn attitude you weren’t ready to admit it at the time. You those little stunts you were doing while out in battle were dangerous and you should have known better then to say that nobody cared when in all honesty there were several people who did care for you; Maker, even Iden admitted that she loved you. But because of what you were doing you lost that chance to be with her. You couldn’t help but bite your lip hard as you gripped your helmet in your hands. You were slowly but surely beginning to work on your behavior but what was the point if Iden wasn’t around to see it? 

You glanced down at the helmet in your hands, running your thumb over the newest scrape and dent that had appeared in it. You may have broken your own rules and decided to pull another dangerous stunt to save one of your fellow pilots once more. You had done a series of maneuvers that the TIEs couldn’t keep up with but in that process you managed to bang your helmet on the side of the cockpit in doing so. You couldn’t help but shake your head as you opened the hatch to your x-wing and proceeded to get out; You would fix the dent later. Right now you needed to try and find Iden. The moment your boots hit the ground, your R2-series droid beeped at you. You couldn’t help but blink as you glanced at the green and white droid as it was lowered down from your x-wing.

“Wait- You said Leia wants to see me?” You questioned to which the droid beeped once more, as if confirming what you just said. You couldn’t help but let out a breath, giving a small nod.

“I.. Well alright.” You spoke as you began to make your way out of the hangar and down the halls of the ship. You were occasionally greeted by a fellow pilot or soldier to which you gladly returned the greeting, but your mind was elsewhere. What did Leia want to see you about? It could have been about anything at this point; How you flew, how you handled missions, did you forget to do a briefing for her? Your mind was swimming with thoughts as you entered the main briefing room, stopping for a short moment as you spotted her; Iden Versio. You couldn’t help but bite your lip as you made your way over, Leia looking over once Iden had shifted her gaze to you.

“Ah, (Y/N). I’m glad your last mission was a success.” Leia spoke through the hologram, to which you turned your attention to her and gave a small nod as you stood just beside the console. 

“I am as well, General. But I heard you wanted to see me?” You questioned, tilting your head slightly to the side. Leia gave a nod to you.

“That I did. I wish for you to join Inferno Squadron on their mission to Jakku. If this mission goes according to plan, it’ll mark the end of this war.” Leia told you. You couldn’t help but blink at her words; The end of the war? That was a far stretch but even though Leia wasn’t in front of you, you could tell she was being serious. You couldn’t help but let out a breath as your shoulders seemed to relax as they had suddenly grown tense. You gave her a small nod as you stood at attention, your hands behind your back.

“I’ll join them on the mission, General.” You told her, watching as a smile crossed her features.

“Good. Iden will fill you in on the details. May the force be with you, Inferno Squad.” Leia spoke before she disappeared from your vision, leaving just you and Iden in the briefing room. You shifted your gaze in her direction, sucking your bottom lip in between your teeth. It was silent and the static like noise that was beginning to fill your ears was beginning to be too much. Just as you were about to speak up Iden spoke first.

“Glad to see you’re doing well..” She spoke, her hands working away at the console as she began to pull up the holograms needed for the briefing when Del and Shriv showed up. You gave a small nod as you watched her, a concentrated look on her face. She was hard to read, even you struggled to figure out just what she was thinking.

“I am.. I’m glad you’re doing okay.” You admitted, watching as she shifted her gaze to you then back to the console, giving a small nod in return.

“Yes. I’ve just been very busy lately.” She spoke as she straightened her back after she had the schematics pulled up. You watched as the blue holograms appeared on screen; The main one that caught your eye was the bundle of Imperial fleets. You felt that adrenaline beginning to rush through your veins again. This mission was going to be a long and tough one, and you were living for it. But then you remember what you had told yourself, and with Iden standing just in front of you, you needed to keep your word; Don’t do anything stupid or reckless. You gave her a small nod before you spoke up once more, deciding to change the subject.

“Iden, listen.. I want to apologize for what happened back then..” You told her, moving yourself a bit closer to her as she watched you with cautious eyes. She was weary of what you were about to tell her, but you couldn’t get another word out before Del and Shriv made their way into the room. Del took one look at you and gave a small smile.

“Hello again, (L/N).” Del spoke as he stood on the other side of the console. You couldn’t help but let out a small breath and gave him a nod in return.

“Meeko. Glad to see you again.” You told him, greeting Shriv as well as you moved away from Iden. You would just have to try to talk to her again after the mission was finished. You stood quietly off to the side as Iden began to explain the mission to everyone there.

“Destroying that factory had a bigger impact than we thought. Admiral Ackbar is calling all Republic Ships to Jakku. The whole Imperial fleet is there, minus the equipment they would have received from Sullust.” Iden spoke as she made her way around the console to stand by Shriv’s side, watching as the holograms changed alongside her words. 

“I expect my father will be there too, but catching him is no longer our priority. This battle could be the end of the war. Let’s get in and do what we can to help.” She finished up, glancing between everyone who gave a nod. Iden shifted her gaze to you once she finished, remaining quiet but you could see something in her eyes; You weren’t sure what it was at the moment, but you could tell it was directed at you. You gave a small hum as you turned and began to walk out of the room, Iden soon following along with the others. You four made your way onto the Crovus’ bridge and watched the fight happen just outside the window; TIE fighters swarmed the place along with various X-wings attempting to take them down. She wasn’t kidding when she had told you that the whole Imperial fleet resided on Jakku. You couldn’t help but let out a breath as you shifted your gaze to Del as he spoke up.

“I’m picking up distress signals.. Too many to count.” He spoke as the officer standing by flicking through the signals, giving Del a distressed look as he turned to look between you, Iden, and Shriv. Iden spoke without any hesitation as she tore her eyes away from the fighting just outside.

“Del, the Corvus is yours.” She spoke, soon turning her gaze to you.

“(Y/N), cover the sky for me.” She told you, having that glint in her eyes; She knew you could handle it. You had handled worse situations before without any hesitation so she knew you would be perfect for the job. You couldn’t help the small smirk on your face as you gave a nod.

“Yes Commander.” You told her, watching as she turned to Shriv.

“Shriv and I will help the ground.” She spoke as she turned her body and began to walk away, Shriv and you close behind. Del gave a small hum as he turned back to look outside. You kept in pace with Iden and Shriv, moving to walk beside her before you three reached the hangar within the Corvus.

“Hey Iden?” You spoke as she began to break away to where her x-wing resided, looking at you and raising an eyebrow.

“Yes?” She questioned, watching as you shifted your weight before speaking up.

“Make sure you come back, alright?” You told her, sincerity in your eyes. Iden couldn’t help but stare at you for a few moments; You had apologized to her for being an asshole just a month ago and she knew you wanted to talk it through so you were sincere on your words. She couldn’t help but crack a smile; As much as she hated your stubbornness and your adrenaline jockey attitude, she still loved you even after that argument. She gave you a small nod before she spoke up.

“Same goes for you, (Y/N). That’s an order.” She told you which had you laughing as you made your way to your x-wing. This was a battle you weren’t going to forget and there was no way you were going to mess it up; Not when you were so close to the freedom you had fought for, not to mention that much closer to winning Iden’s heart for good.

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You watched from your x-wing as the Corvus’ hangar was shot from a passing TIE fighter, your heart stopping in your chest for a few short moments as you watched Iden’s x-wing plummet towards the ground; Everything in you was telling you to fly after Iden to make sure she was alright, but you were given your orders. Iden had told you to watch the skies, take care of the TIE fighters that swarmed the area. You were more than ready to break those orders but soon relaxed once you saw her x-wing start up, just narrowly missing the ground before she flew off. You shook your head as you flew ahead, locking yourself onto a TIE and began to shoot it down before you spoke over the comms to Iden.

“That didn’t look like the most inspiring start, Commander.” You teased her, relaxing a bit as you heard her chuckle lightly on the other end.

“Hey- I’m still alive. Keep yourself focused, (Y/N). I can’t have you dying on me early, now can I?” She spoke before turning her comm off with you, opening up another with Del and asking where she was needed. You shook your head lightly, glancing around as a few more TIE’s began to fill the skies as you took out a few one by one. The command you were given was nothing new then what you had already been doing but you noticed that somehow, it was beginning to be a little more difficult. It could have been from the large number of TIEs that were in the area or it could have been because you knew Iden was nearby this time. Regardless, you were doing your best to keep the skies clear; Blasting away the TIE’s and Imperial transport ships, flying through the explosions and laughing a bit as you continued. You could feel the adrenaline rushing through you but you knew you needed to bring it down, control it so you wouldn’t do something you would regret later.

You would occasionally re-group with Iden and Shriv to make sure they got to the distress signal areas alright and once you knew they had the situation covered you returned to where you were needed. It wasn’t long before you began to see less and less TIE fighters and more and more X and A wings flying about the area. You couldn’t help but grin as you began to realize this was the end of the war; The Republic was going to win here and now. You couldn’t help but pick up the pace of your attack, taking down as many TIE fighters as you could. It wasn’t until you heard Del over the comms your attention was drawn to the Corvus. “Commander, we have a problem.” He started as he rushed to the front of the ship, noticing the group of Imperial ships flying in his direction. You spotted them as well and quickly began to fly towards the Corvus, gripping your controls tightly.

“Hold on Del- I’m almost there-” You spoke but it was to late; The ships had opened fire and done a small bit of damage. You gave a small growl as you flew after them, gladly opening fire once they were in your range; But they didn’t explode due to you, someone else had opened fire as well. You looked up as Iden flew over you, chuckling a bit as she took the Imperial ships out.

“Come on, (Y/N). I thought you were better then this?” She teased to which you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Oh you want me to be better? Just you wait.” You told her as you engaged your thrusters, flying past her to take on another squadron of TIEs. It became a game between the two of you even though nobody had said a thing to engage it; And you couldn’t help but laugh every so often whenever you stole one of Iden’s kills. You would even huff whenever she stole on of yours; It was interesting, to say the least until Shriv interrupted.

“I hate to interrupt the cute little game you two are playing, but there’s another squadron coming in.. Only, they’re after you, Iden.” He spoke before the comms were cut off and a masciline voice flooded in.

“Hello, Iden.” Hask hissed from the other end and you couldn’t help but frown and grip the controls of your x-wing. You had heard what he had done, who he was; You hated his guts and now that he was here you wanted nothing more than to take him on yourself but you waited upon Iden to see what her orders were.

“Hask… I knew you couldn’t pass up this opportunity.” Iden responded, doing a few spins to avoid incoming missiles and shots. 

“Believe me, you and Del are the least of my concerns today. There’s more going on here then you understand.” He hissed out before he parked the orders to his squad mates. “Squadron, attack!” It wasn’t long after that that you heard Iden’s voice once more through the comms.

“(Y/N), help me out with this.” She hissed to which you gave a sly grin, wanting nothing more than to help her out with this dogfight.

“Anything for you, Commander.” You spoke and flew past her once more, deciding to leave Hask for Iden and focused your fire and attention on the group of TIEs that flew with Hask. You spun about around you, doing several flips and spins to avoid missiles and shots that were fired at you; Doing your best to get behind the TIEs before shooting them down one by one. You would occasionally glance towards Iden, watching her x-wing as it flew around after Hask; She was doing her hardest to shoot him down and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as he was soon shot from the sky, spiralling out of control and disappearing into the sandy dunes below.

“Commander, you alright?” You questioned, to which Del quickly followed up.

“Iden, are you okay?” It was a few short moments before Iden spoke up to the both of you.

“Yes, I’m good.” She spoke, letting out a breath as she watched the Star Destroyer in front of her; The one that belonged to her father.

“Look around you.. We’re almost finished.” You told her but she gave a small hum before she spoke up once more.

“Not yet. Del, get the Corvus to safety. (Y/N), insure it does just that.” She said as she continued to fly towards the large ship, causing a frown to appear on your lips as you watched her. You knew what she was about to do and you weren’t going to be the one to argue with her on the matter.

“I’m finishing what we started. I’m gonna get my dad.” Iden informed you both to which Del let out a breath and shook his head in disagreement.

“Iden, he’s not worth it.” He began to argue but was soon cut off by Iden’s serious and demanding tone.

“I have to try, Del. Now go, both of you!” She snapped, to which Del gave a small sigh but ordered the retreat, stepping away from the window to help the officers behind him. You, on the other hand, began to follow Iden; A bad feeling was beginning to fill in your stomach as you spoke over the comms as you kept her ship in your sights.

“Iden don’t do anything reckless, please-” You began to plead which caused the commander to laugh as she neared the ship.

“Says the reckless one.” She spoke, glancing back at your ship before she spoke up.

“(Y/N) please, help Del get the Corvus to safety. I’ll be alright, I promise.” She promised you which caused you to bite your lip. You wanted to follow her, you wanted to ensure her safety but you had to trust her. You sighed and pulled your x-wing up and began to fly towards the Corvus.

“Alright.. Be safe, Iden.” You spoke as you continued to fly away, hearing her hum over the comms before they went dead silent quickly. You glanced back and you couldn’t help but tense as you noticed her x-wing being shot down; You wanted nothing more then to turn around and fly down to save her, make sure she was okay but you had your orders, and good soldiers always followed orders. 

“Iden? Iden?!” You shouted into the comms, worry filling your voice. It took a few moments but she responded.

“I’m alright- I’m okay. Just get the Corvus to safety, search out any other distress signals you get. I’ll be quick I promise.” She spoke, cutting off the comms once more. You couldn’t help but let out a breath and continued your flight. Now you knew how she felt when you were doing the reckless stunts.

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The moment you saw the escape pod shot out from the fallen Star Destroyer, you quickly began to follow after it’s course in your x-wing; Engaging the thrusters to their maximum capacity. You were racing the pod at this point, praying that it was one that contained your commander. The moment your x-wing touched the ground you jumped out without any hesitation, tearing the helmet off your head and ran over to the pod, clambering on top of it and carefully opened the hatch. You stared at the person inside, letting out a shaky breath as you gave a small grin and held your hand out; Iden carefully covered her eyes as the sun just about blinded her but she gave a small smile and took your hand. She carefully got herself out of the escape pod, standing just on top of you with it as you two glanced around at the wreckage that now littered the once clear sandy dunes. 

The two of you glanced at each other once more, Iden staring at you for a few moments before you spoke up.

“It’s over, Iden.. We won.” You grinned, tears forming in your eyes as you held her hands in yours. She watched you for a short moment before she glanced around at the wreckage once more; It was over. They had won and the Empire was taken out. She couldn’t help but begin to feel the immense joy that began to spread through her body and turned to you quickly, putting her hands on your cheeks and kissed you without any hesitation. You tensed slightly as she crashed her lips onto yours but you gladly shut your eyes and returned the heated and passionate kiss; Her lips fit perfectly against yours, you noted. But Maker, how long you waited to do this; You moved your hands down to her hips as you pulled her as close you possibly could. The kiss lasted for several minutes before you pulled away, watching Iden with glossy eyes as the tears ran down your face. Iden couldn’t help but blink lightly at your tears and carefully used her thumbs to wipe them away.

“Hey.. You’re okay.. We won.” She laughed lightly, causing you to chuckle lightly and shake your head.

“It’s not that Iden.. I just- I thought you wouldn’t want to see me again after that argument. After everything I said I didn’t think you’d love me an-” You started but were cut off once more by another kiss that lasted a few short seconds before Iden pulled away to look at you once more, moving one of her hands down to hold your hand in hers. 

“I forgave you, (Y/N). I forgave you about a day or two after the argument.. I just didn’t have the time to see you. I still love you just as much, alright?” She told you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze to which you gave her a warm smile. She forgave you; Hell, she even said she still loved you. Which you of course assumed she would after that kiss just a few moments ago. You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you as you kissed her once more, but even that was cut short as you heard someone clear their throat beside you; You both pulled apart to look at just who was nearby.

“I uh.. I’m glad you two are alive and are finally making up for lost time but um.. There’s something you two need to see.” Shriv spoke nearby, Del standing just beside him as he shook his head lightly at the two of you. You couldn’t help but lightly blush that dusted your cheeks as you glanced towards Iden who blinked and gave a small nod, carefully making her way off the escape pod; You followed after her, keeping her hand in yours as the four of you made your way to the nearby sand ridge. Just beyond it laid the wreckage of the Star Destroyers that made up the last of the Empire’s fleet. You couldn’t help but stare in awe as you looked around the area, giving Iden’s hand a small squeeze as you looked towards her now. She was staring in awe just as you were, shifting her gaze to you as she felt your hand squeeze hers. The war was over, you could finally relax and that was exactly what you intended to do with Iden Versio by your side.

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A Legacy Begun (6)

Chapter 6: A Hopeful Beginning | Cal Kestis x Reader

Summary: After a long time of running and fighting, you and Cal decided to finally settle down after all these years to raise a family. However, it was never a life of peace whilst the shadow of the Empire looms over your heads.

Prompt/s in play: Anon prompt (in Chapter 1 link) & fic idea

Also posted in AO3

Tags: Scruffy! Cal Kestis, Daddy! Cal Kestis, Adult! Cal Kestis, Jedi Family, Jedi Offspring, Force-Sensitive Offspring, Settling Down, Rebel Alliance

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You were given a few more days to recover after giving birth. The whole crew remained in Polis Massa while you regained your strength. The nurses were very meticulous when it comes to your diet and general post-partum health.

A day later you can already sit up, Cal remained with you in the ward with little Cassidy nestled in the little crib by your bedside—with the toy Binog that you’ve sewn yesterday lying right next to her. The medical droids suggested skin-to-skin contact must be done as often as possible—adding that it is crucial for the overall health of the baby.

The medical droids were strict about visitors, Cal was the only one who can go inside and out of the ward as he pleases. He eventually showed his baby to the Mantis crew with the glass wall dividing them, everyone absolutely loved the little Kestis girl swaddled and nestled in her father’s arms.

From your bed, you watched Cere, Merrin, and Greez smiled and wiggle their fingers in front of Cassidy to get her attention. The sight of them melting at the presence of a baby was new, it warranted a giggle from you. The crew looked over Cal’s shoulder and waved excitedly at you, your husband turned around and smiled back at you too.

“I’m not used to seeing all of them worked up at the same time,”

“Yeah, it’s my first time seeing that too,” you joked.

Cal surely took his time in holding his daughter: nuzzling the tip of his nose against her forehead, his lips parting as he mimicked her yawning and then smiling once her mouth has closed.

“Mind her head,”

“She’s so tiny,” Cal sighed, not getting enough of feeling the weight of his daughter in his arms.

He gently adjusted his hold of her, letting the baby’s head rest on his shoulder, he held his breath so he could feel hers—warm, sweet, and small. He was careful not to disturb her with his stubble.

“I just wanna squish her so bad,” he cracked.

BD-1 peeked over Cal’s shoulder, chirping and trilling at the sight of little Cassidy. Cal softly shushed the droid as the baby continued to sleep, staring at the small face as he kept cradling her in his arms.

Eventually, Cal transferred her to your arms, the baby gurgled and squirmed when she felt she was being moved. When she pressed her cheek against your bosom, she yawned and her eyelids slightly flicked up, showing a little bit of her eyes before she dozed off again. Your heartstrings twisted in the best way possible.

“She’s so beautiful,” you sighed, smoothly stroking her head with your first two fingers.

Your heart felt light when your daughter’s tiny hand patted your chest and her fingers unfurled. Cassidy’s hand latched around your thumb when your hands met. You didn’t realize that the tiniest hand could hold so much of you.

It was your final checkup a week after you gave birth. The GH-7 medical droid hovered towards you and towed along a table of medical tools behind him.

“How are you feeling, miss?”

“I’m fine. No headaches or what, but still a bit exhausted,”

“Physical exhaustion is normal after childbirth, since your muscles have been most likely overworked,” the droid motioned to a handheld apparatus. “With enough rest, you may return to your normal activities in a week or so.”

“Good to know,”

“My readings indicate that your blood pressure is optimally normal and your vitals are in peak stability!” the droid trilled, green lights glowing in its lenses as they reported its diagnosis. “You are permitted for discharge whenever you’re ready.”

The droid politely replied and then dismissed itself to the computers. Your husband turned to you, already knowing what that face meant. You gestured a nod at him, to which he translated to “In a bit” and continued cuddling up Cassidy. The three of you were ready after an hour or two, upon returning to the Mantis, the baby was greeted with hushed swooning and baby-talk murmurs.

“Oh, look at her,” Cere fawned, beaming at the sight of the child up close and personal. Then she leveled her head to the Jedi couple. “So, where to now?”

“I think I should let [y/n] take the reins on that,”

You strode to the holotable and typed the coordinates of Ilaro. Everyone gathered round the map as the projection colored the room into the bright cyan.

“Ilaro,” Cere reads out loud.

“Ilaro is in the Outer Rim, it’s going to take a few parsecs away from here,”

You also added the same information that you told Cal about the planet—the range of the Empire’s hold in that system runs thin, so there will be little to no Imperial presence.

“Then we’re gonna have to make a cutting trip, I don’t want the Mantis running with a half-empty tank,” Greez grumbled. “If it’s in the Outer Rim, I know an outpost where I can fill ‘er up before heading to your planet.”

The whole crew concurred, Merrin accompanied the mother and child by the holotable couch while the three manned their stations in the cockpit. The Nightsister admired the infant, rubbing her index finger and thumb between Cassidy’s pudgy feet—both of you giggling whenever her toes would flinch because it tickled her.

“She’s such a sleepy bug,” Merrin hummed.

This was the first jump to lightspeed to the fueling outpost for Greez.

The slight turbulence of the outpost’s tractor beam jolted the infant but you snuggled her into your arms.

“This’ll take only a while,” Greez announced from the captain’s seat.

The Mantis was peaceful, but it was a new kind of peace, now that the ship has a new, tiny member with them. For the rest of the trip, Cassidy slept soundly, occasionally cooing and gasping with the little voice that tugged your heartstrings. While there’s nothing much to do in the middle of hyperspace, Cal sat next to you, his palm curled to cradle her head. He’d giggle back at the soft noises that Cassidy makes in the middle her sleep. The Mantis’s speed has slowed down, signaling your arrival in Ilaro’s orbit. Cal returned to the co-pilot seat and assisted Greez as the ship cuts through the atmosphere, the Jedi was able to navigate the land mass and found the hillside town that you once told him about.

“Over there, Greez, I see it,”

“Me too, kid,”

The captain flew the ship over to a clearing they found in the hillside, just a few meters away from the town’s border. You braced yourself for the landing until the rumbling came to a halt. Cal exited the cockpit and joined you.

“We’re here,”

He escorted you out of the ship and got a glimpse of the landscape. It was breathtaking. It was exactly the same as you and your master found it many years ago. The town that you referred to was more of a quaint village that clustered along the hilltop overlooking the ocean on the other side of the island.

“You’re right, [y/n], this is the perfect spot. A ship’s not the best place to raise a child—no offense to Greez there,”

“Yeah, I just hope it’ll remain that way,”

You and Cal stood at the hill, gazing at the deep blue sea that stretched to the far reaches of the horizon—illuminated by the twin suns that have begun to sink behind the coastline—looking forward to a future filled with hope, especially for your child.

—–

8 BBY

At the age of three, Cassidy Kestis had grown plumper and cheerier; with hair—and perhaps a will—as fiery as her father’s, eyes as docile yet full of spark like her mother, she’s nothing but a waddling ball of light in the Kestis homestead. Her laughter, voice, and words would fill the entire house and the entire ship during your visits to the Mantis.

BD-1 had grown extra especially fond of the little one, and Cassidy had the exact same sentiments to him. The little droid and the little girl have become best friends ever since then. BD was there to entertain her with the flashing blue lights, even though she half-understood that they were hologram projections of all the data scans throughout her parents’ journey.

“You’re always showing her that Binog scan, buddy,” Cal chirped while watching over the kid and the droid play together.

“I think he wants us to teach her how to say Binog,” you suggested after popping out of the kitchen while waiting for your recipe to simmer.

You leaned against the door frame to watch BD-1 and Cal try to coax the word “Binog” from Cassidy. The toddler pointed at the blue projection and then she started surveying the living room for her toy of that creature—when she spotted it lying behind the droid, the child outstretched her arms but she remained on where she sat. The parents watched their daughter with great intrigue, their eyes shifting between the child and the toy until the object started to shudder, inching towards Cassidy’s general direction until the stuffed Binog toy sprang from the floor and lightly landed in Cassidy’s hands.

“Dad… Mommy…” Cassidy gurgled, waving the toy around in front of them.

Cal glanced over his shoulder to his wife, he found you just as dumbfounded as he is. The two of you traded puzzled stares at one another. The surprise didn’t come from the fact that she was Force-sensitive, both of you were more surprised that the Force has manifested within her in such a young age.

“Later,” you firmly established.

Cal nodded and repeated the word in agreement. You returned to the kitchen and stirred the soup one last time before serving it. You tapped the ladle against the rim of the pot, Cal promptly snatched up his daughter from the floor.

“Come on, Cassidy, it’s dinnertime!” he buried his chin against Cassidy’s cheek and arms.

“Daddy… no itchy!” Cassidy squeaked, trying to push away her dad’s scruffy jaw from her face.

“Oh no, you’re gonna fall!”

Cal continued to joke around on his way to the dining table with Cassidy in tow. He faked her falling by lowering her upper half close to the floor and the bottom half locked securely in his grasp. The little girl was exhilarated as her red hair draped and swerved as Cal strode, she bursts in laughter as she tried to kick her way out of her daddy’s grasp.

“Here comes the Sarlacc in the floor!”

He made a comedic impression of the Sarlacc’s grunting and hissing as he continued to dangle and rock the baby close to the floor.

“Daddy!” the little girl struggled to speak through her squealing giggles.

“Okay, okay, careful with the Sarlacc game or you might spill the pot,”

You come out of the kitchen and settled down the pot on the table. Cassidy looked to you for help, stretching out her arms at you, opening and then closing her palms as if to beckon you to come to her.

“Mommy, here!”

“I gotcha!” you swiped your baby girl away from her daddy, shielding her from Cal with your back but your husband’s height towered over yours.

Arms snaked around your waist, pulling you in from behind, Cal nuzzled his jaw against your neck—now you were his victim of his ticklish kisses thanks to his stubble. You bobbed your head to the side, denying him more entry to your weak spots.

“The food’s gonna grow cold, time to dig in,” you segued.

“You mind if I dig into your later?”

“I’d like to see you try,” you pecked him teasingly before settling Cassidy down on her chair.

The two of you helped yourselves with potful of boiled potatoes and tenderized Chorcap meat swimming in creamy, rich broth. Cal dug in, taking spoonful after spoonful of his serving.

“Slow down or you’ll choke on the chopped scallions,” you warned.

“Are you trying to compete with Greez? Because this is really good!”

You took that as a compliment. Meanwhile, you alternated between feeding Cassidy and bringing your own spoon to your mouth. She smiled away the soup dribbling at the edge of her mouth, leaving a butter-colored smeared mess across her chin as she continued fiddling with the legs and tail of her toy Binog.

The peace that lingered at the dining table changed.

The stern expressions in your faces focused on Cassidy, the little toddler was clueless as she sat and patted her toy in her seat, shifting her gaze between her mother and father. The exact same thought bridged your minds, it was the only conversation you had without speaking, but your eyes uttered so many questions and words.

Eventually, you were the one to break the silence.

“You do know the risks that come with it—the same risks that we had to face as children,”

“I know,” your husband hummed.

A pensive tone rung in your words, “In time.”

Cal’s head motioned to a nod. He reached for Cassidy’s hand, by instinct, she latched her stubby paw around Cal’s finger; the two of you continued to watch the baby unknowingly wield the Force by causing her toy to float inches above her lap and giggled as it plopped back down on her legs—doing so without a clue in the galaxy what she is capable of.

A few hours after dinner, you’ve bathed Cassidy to ready her for bed. Her fine red hair smoothly followed each sway and turn of the hairbrush. In your arms, you sang a wordless lullaby to her, the solemn melodies lulled the child to sleep until you could settle her down in her cradle.

“Sweet dreams, my little angel,” you cooed, smoothing her fringe across her forehead.

You sat by the window nook, having a full view of the sea—black at night but will return to azure in the day—beneath the twin platinum moons shining below the planet.

In the calming darkness of your bedroom, Cal sat behind you, joining you in listening to the sleepy tides crashing in the distance.

“Your mind keeps dwelling on the thought, love,”

“I only keep thinking how she’ll turn out,”

“Don’t worry about her,” he slid his knuckles across the smoothness of your shoulders, your skin recalled a familiar sensation not too long ago. “She’s got us.”

You shifted in your seat, the moonlight amplified the determination twinkling in your eyes. Cal caressed your cheeks and brushed away the hair that nearly concealed your face.

“I won’t let anything happen to my girls,” a steely yet gentle glint shone over the gloss of his eyes.

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[jimlingss]

The President’s Son [1]

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

➜ Words: 3k

➜ Genres: 100% Fluff, Slice of Life, Bodyguard!AU

➜ Summary: Kim Taehyung is the President’s son, mischievous and playful, and infamous for being a troublemaker. When everyone’s given up, they call for you to be his personal guard. There’s no other choice when your dad’s assigned you to it and surprisingly Taehyung doesn’t mind either. Maybe because you happened to grow up with that brat.

➜ Warnings: Slowburn.....

➜ Notes: Who’s ready for 20 chapters of slow burn?

He can’t go any harder.   He can’t go any faster.   “Sir! Sir! Stop, please! Stop right there! Stop!”   It’s a sight to behold — a blonde college student pedalling hard on a bike with all his mustered strength while a horde of suited men are hot on his tail, sprinting fifteen miles per hour and shouting at the top of their lungs in desperation. He’s made them look like the idiots that they are.   People turn around to stare, morning interrupted by the ruckus. Yet he is undeterred, zipping through the crowd, ignoring the eyes of his fellow peers and as he cuts through campus. A black sleek vehicle on the road has its wheels screeching on the asphalt, trying to keep the boy on the bike in their line of sight. They continue to chase him, screaming out his name.   It’s dangerous. He knows it. But their hysterics make him laugh.   He feels free like this, running away, thighs burning as he pedals.   The wind caresses through the strands of his crazy hair, causing his oversized shirt and grey sweatpants to flutter. His clothing is baggy, bed head's a mess, the scruff all over his chin never once giving hints that he’s the wealthy son of a world leader. He doesn’t have brand name clothing, a polished appearance, shiny cars or luxurious watches to his name.   Just a bike and himself.   And that’s enough for Taehyung.   “Sir, sir! Stop! Please!”   Now only if he had less surrounding bodyguards, or at least less suffocating ones that don’t make him want to hurl himself out the window just to get a nice view of the blue sky. Then everything would be perfect.

At the exact same time and half-across the capital, the plane touches against the tarmac.   The aircraft eventually slows on the runway, engines whirring, white noise loud but inviting as people begin to stir awake, happy to have finally landed and eager to get off. The two pilots wave to you happily as you leave, head stewardess glaring for some reason from the corner of her eye unbeknownst to you, and with your luggage, you cut through visitation and immigration booths. Stopping at only one spot, the person behind the counter looks at your passport and simply says “welcome home” before you’re cutting through the baggage claims, straight out the airport doors.   There’s nothing else you need.   Just your one suitcase and you.   “Where are we off to this afternoon?”   The female taxi driver turns around from her waist, flashing the brightest of smiles despite somehow looking fatigued. You read out the address and she hums, pulling away from the curb.   “Are you visiting?”   “No...this was actually my hometown.” You look out the window, feeling an odd sense of déjà vu from suddenly being propelled back to a place that is so familiar and yet foreign to you. “I think I’m staying here for a while.”   “Oh, that’s nice. I hope you don’t mind me asking so many questions. I just really like hearing people’s stories.” She glances in the rear view mirror and you welcome her friendliness. For a long time, you’ve forgotten that this is your home. “Did you miss it?”   “Sort of.”   A lot has changed in nine years. The buildings are different, old ones demolished, new ones built that are sleeker, taller and reaching the height of the sky. But at the same time, it’s still small. Maybe it’s because the skeleton of the city, the foundation, hasn’t altered. Or perhaps because you were shorter and tinier back then and the city seemed so large, scary even.   Though now there are billboards plastered everywhere, advertising products you aren’t familiar with, music leaking out from bustling shops and restaurants, and people you don’t recognize walking around and that you would never come to recognize. Colour seems to explode all around you, the city alive, streets breathing.   “—should really find another job. I mean driving a taxi isn’t terrible, but it’s not what I want to do forever. I have a degree in Human Resource Management. Honours actually. Wonder if I can do anything with that though.” The taxi driver taps her fingers against the wheel. “The economy’s bad these days.”   “Oh, can I actually get off here?” You unknowingly interrupt her life story, peering out the window.   You remember the avenue well — a hot dog food truck on the corner next to the department store, a toy store still standing tall; it’s one that you used to go to on your birthday to pick out your own gift. There’s also new cafes that have opened up, business buildings that make it foreign. There really isn’t a reason for you to get out now, but for nostalgia sakes and ...your intuition that tells you should get out here.   “Sure thing.” She signals to switch lanes, looking over her shoulder and smoothly parking into an empty spot a few meters away. “That’ll be twenty two dollars.” Once you pass her the correct amount of bills, she smiles. “Have a good day and good luck.”   “Thank you. Good luck on finding a new job too.”   The woman thanks you and with your suitcase by your side, you shut the taxi door, looking around at the metropolis, listening to the sounds of the concrete jungle, engines of buses whirring, honks of cars in the distance…   Everything is almost unrecognizable.   The suitcase drags behind you as you walk down the street. It’ll take longer on foot, but you enjoy the surroundings, taking it all in. Your life has always been face-paced. It’s nice to slow things down.   But you don’t notice the bike zipping towards you. The blonde man just a year younger than you are, pedalling hard and looking over his shoulder, having lost the sleek vehicle for now.   Though what is noticeable and what catches your eye is the soft baby blue colour of his bike.   He comes closer to you. One more glance is taken. The boy’s ready to zip across the street. But he’s far too preoccupied to pay any attention to another car speeding down the road, the screech of their wheels, the driver who is distracted.    He simply pedals off the curb, going onto the road.   “Look out!”   On instinct, you grab his arm, right at his elbow and you pull him towards you. With a huge tug, his body collides against yours, but you catch him in your arms, shouldering his weight and holding him up so he doesn’t fall. His bike drops over to the ground in a crash. The speeding car zooms past, fast enough that the wind whips your hair, honk deafening to your eardrums.   You let go of the boy and he’s shocked, knees weak. His legs almost buckle and people around have slowed down to watch the commotion. “You should be more careful. Are you alright?”   Leaning down, your eyes meet his.   “Uh….I-….uh….”   Taehyung is starstruck.   In the meanwhile, your eyes flicker upwards. “License plate zero two nine five seven five…” You immediately dig into your pocket, dialling the number without even looking. “Hi, I’d like to report a reckless driver going southbound on Imlings Avenue and ninth street. Yes. They were speeding. I think they were going at least twenty over the limit. Yes. No. Well, they almost hit a cyclist, but kept on driving.”    You tell them the colour and model of the car before taking your phone off your ear for a second, staring directly at Taehyung again. “Do you need an ambulance, kid?”   “I’m f-fine,” he chokes out, stuck gazing at you.   There’s something familiar about you that he can’t quite put his finger on.   “He’s good. Yes. Thank you.”   You just saved his life — you’re a hero. Yet, you act completely nonchalant about it, indifferent to the bystanders staring. He’s baffled. The way you pulled him in like he weighed nothing. The way you take care of business without batting a single eyelash. Taehyung is in love.   He’s never met someone so sexy before.   “Hello? Kid, are you alright?”   You’ve hung up, now waving your hand in front of his face, making him crash down to reality.   “Uh...what?”   “The police will be on the lookout. Someone might come here soon to check up on things, so you should stick around. I can be your witness.”   “I...um...need to actually get going. It’s….ur-urgent….” He remembers why he was here in the first place and while Taehyung’s eyes are still glued onto your face, unable to be torn off, he hitches a thumb over his shoulder. But running away doesn’t seem so pressing anymore.   “Oh, well….you can always go to the station later then. I think the CCTV over there might have caught it all but if you need me to fill out a report. Here.” You dig into the front pocket of your suitcase, ripping some paper from a traveling pamphlet that was given to you. Grabbing a pen from your jacket pocket, you bite the cap off to scribble down your name and number.   Taehyung’s busy ogling at your mouth and the way you coolly uncapped the pen.   “Here. Just call this number if you need. You should also be wearing a helmet — it’s a law and you can get into trouble without it. Stay safe and be careful.”   “Uh-huh.” His eyes fall down to the paper, taking it while swallowing hard.   It’s an out-of-body experience for him. He almost died. But he’s never felt more alive than now. The thing is though, he’s not an adrenaline junkie. Not in the least bit. His blood runs hot for another reason…..   Taehyung snaps out of when he reads the name you’ve scribbled next to your number.    Then he reads it twice, double checking that his eyes aren’t deceiving him. And they aren’t.   “Y/N….?”   His head whips upwards, but by then, you’re pulling your luggage, wheels rolling on the sidewalk and over the ridges. Taehyung watches as your backside gets smaller and he barely remembers to pull up his bike again.   On the other hand, you’re less awe-struck than he is. You’re just glad you were there at the right time, the right place, able to save a homeless man from meeting his demise.   //   It feels out of place, awkward for you to march up to the resident of the head of state like this, lugging your backpack and suitcase with you. You look more like a student who took a gap year to travel across the country than someone who’s supposed to be here.   You would’ve dropped off your belongings first, rented a place like the responsible adult that you are, but he told you to come here before doing anything else. At the news of you arriving back home, he’s urgently seeking you out and you wonder what could be so important — it could never be because he actually misses you. Such a thing is impossible.   “Hi, are you looking for the tour of the Blue House? Unfortunately, the group just left five minutes ago and this is our last one for today.”   “No, I...uh...actually...” You dig into your jeans back pocket for the lanyard. It’s old, but still visible and you flash the security badge. “I’m looking for the head of the secret service. Is he around?”   The room that you’re brought into is spacious and luxurious, golden furnishings that remind you of being inside a castle. The windows are large, looking to a garden, but here at the back of the house, it’s secluded. Your suitcase has been taken and you’ve been searched before stepping in here. You muse that he’s taken quite the promotion since you’ve last seen him. He seems to have some kind of status or importance.   After a moment of gandering, the double doors open.   You stand, coming face to face with an old man standing tall and proud. “How was the flight?”   The doors close behind him. “It was good. Are you off work?”   “I’m always working.”   His hands are behind his back, putting a meter distance away from you. It’s been years, but there’s never a hug spared, not even a smile or polite handshake that would be offered in greeting a stranger. No one would know that he’s your family, that this old man’s your father.   ��There’s a reason you wanted me to come here right away.”   “Yes. Take a seat.”   ….   Taehyung tracks mud into the house.   He’s about to hear an earful from someone, maybe his dad or his stepmom, but he doesn’t want to hear it and he won’t wait around to be caught for that to happen. He walks quickly despite feeling eyes pinned to the back of his head. It’s suffocating here, though no one dares to say anything about his troublemaking antics.   The boy has his hands in his pockets, strolling down the hallway towards the kitchen to raid some free food. But as he turns the corner, someone comes towards him from the other end of the corridor.    The tables have turned. Now he’s the one who notices you first.   “Y/N?”   He knew he’d see you again. But maybe not so soon.   “Oh, you.” Your feet halt and you look at him with a frown. “What are you doing here? Are you allowed to be here?”   “I should be asking you that.” He laughs, wholly relaxed unlike earlier.   You don’t know how he got here...until the realization dawns on you.   He’s the person that your father talked about, the reason why he wanted to see you in the first place. This homeless man isn’t homeless at all. And as you look into his eyes, the way they’re a warm brown shade reminding you of dark caramel, childlike and mischievous, you realize truly nothing has altered in the course of nine years. He’s taller, shoulders broad, face lost its baby fat and more sculpted. He’s less like an aggravating rascal, but the rest is the same.   It’s Kim Taehyung.   “You remember, right?” He comes closer, taking a slick step towards you, leaning down to connect his eyes with yours at the same height. He’s flirtatious — that’s different and foreign.   “Pardon me, I’m sorry, remember what?”   The man with the blonde strands flopping over his eyes blinks and his strong brows furrow in concern. “You...don’t remember?”   “Did we know each other?”   He scoffs, leaning back onto one foot and crossing his arms. “Did we know each other,” he mimics in a mocking tone. But when you give no response, his lips fall into a straight line, gaze morphing into something grievous and serious. “You can’t recall?”   “I’m sorry….” You shake your head. “Is there something I should know, Mr. Kim?”   “Mr. Kim?” he murmurs in exasperation and steps forward again as if to corner you. Taehyung refuses to give up. He insists on jogging your memory again. “We used to dig holes in the ground to get to the other side of the world and I flung dirt at you, remember? I glued your seat and stuck tape in your hair and put salt in your water and replaced your whip cream with dad’s shaving cream. And you never cried once. Remember, dumbo?”   The name makes a muscle in your cheek twitch.   Taehyung wears the biggest shit eating grin, smile spread into his cheeks, not letting it go. Your expression remains impassive as the memories come back. But they were always here. The moment your dad said his name aloud, you already knew. And you’re wholly unimpressed.   Without thinking twice, you walk forward, not allowing him to block your way. Your shoulder shoves against his, but your strength isn’t calculated and he’s pushed to the other side of the hallway, caught off guard. He smacks against the wall, wheezing as the lungs get knocked out of his body. You mumble an apology, lingering for a second.   Trying to play dumb didn’t work. Maybe someone out there could actually get away with not being able to recall their memories, but for you it unfortunately doesn't work like that.   It’s not like you’re traumatized or damaged over the memories. Just slightly annoyed. He’s always been that little fruit fly buzzing around your head near your ear that you couldn’t get rid of.   “I remember.”   Taehyung bullied you.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, dumbo, are you listening?”   You turn your head with dead eyes. The seven year old has rounded cheeks pinched red, cute eyes and a playful smile. But he’s not a cherub. He’s a demon in disguise. “You’re annoying.”   “Well you’re ugly,” he bites back with his tongue sticking out.   You walk away but he follows after you diligently like a dog — too bad he’s not as cute. You would’ve preferred a dog. “Where do you think you’re going, huh, dumbo? I’m talking to you! You’re no fun. You’re boring. Boring. Booooring. Boooooooooring.”   At eight, you’re taller than he is. But unlike what your dad’s taught you, Taehyung has no regards for age at all. He’s not respectful. He doesn’t stay quiet. He’s not well-mannered. He’s a troublemaker. What others have called ‘a punk’.   You continue, only to be forced to a stop, colliding with an invisible barrier. Your face is pushed up against the transparent surface and from being caught off guard, the force is enough to topple you off your feet. You fall onto your butt. The floorboards welcome your small body.   Taehyung laughs his head off.   “I can’t believe you actually fell for it!”   He’s chortling, snickering, in absolute hysterics.   You give up, laying on the ground with your arms to your side, staring at the ceiling lifelessly before your eyes flicker to him, watching him have his fun.    The doorway remains stretched with plastic wrap. 

#bts fanfic #taehyung fanfic #taehyung fluff #bts scenario #bts fluff #AW HERE WE GO AGAIN #another slice of life #something low conflict and easy to read #KIM TAEHYUNG WHO'S A FUCKING TROUBLEMAKER #AND OC WHO'S EMOTIONALLY STUNTEEEEEDDD

[noodlecupcakeswritings]

With A Heavy Heart - Chapter 7 (A Kylo RenxCora fic)

The long awaited sequel to A Call to the Light. Cora and Ben’s relationship is non existent after Ben murdered his father but with Cora being pregnant, Bens trying his hardest to make things work. It’s not as easy as he would have liked.

I’m so sorry this took me forever to write, but with how bad TLJ was it really put me off writing this for a while. Needless to say theres gonna be some big differences in this fic. Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. It really helps me out as a writer, lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist as well :)

Warnings: Language, Violence, Implied self harm, Feels, Angst, Fluff, Cute pregnancy stuff, the last niceish chapter...it really is all downhill from now. 

Chapter 7

Ben’s P.O.V

I awoke to my alarm, the sound also disturbing Cora. She made a small sound before getting herself comfortable again. I turned it off and wrapped my arms around her, burying my nose in her hair. “You need to get up,” she spoke sleepily. “Five more minutes.” “I’m not waking you up, you’ll be late.” “Oh well.” My hands moved down to her stomach, rubbing it gently. She placed her hands over mine, squeezing them softly. Before we had the chance to get more comfortable my holoprojector buzzed signalling an incoming call. I groaned, forcing myself to roll over and accept the holoimage. A small blue image of Hux appeared and I held back another sound of annoyance.

“You are needed as soon as possible. There have been important developments that The Supreme Leader wishes for you to be apart of,” Hux explained before the image faded. Well that was vague. And I could never tell if it was good or bad, Hux’s tone always remained the same, like he was constantly annoyed. “Now you really do have to get up,” Cora spoke. I forced myself out of the warm, comforting bed and headed to the shower to wake myself up. The cold water did its job and I headed out to get dressed. Cora was already half dressed, her belly looking bigger and fuller and yet there was still time for it to grow. She’d opted to wearing sports bras now as they were more comfortable. I went over to her, kneeling down and kissing the bump. Cora smiled softly as I put my ear to her belly. “You might get kicked if you’re not careful,” she laughed. That likely meant that Kendra was more lively this morning, which was always a good sign. I gave her belly a final kiss before finishing getting dressed.

Cora handed me my helmet with a soft smile. I took it from her and kissed her softly. She kissed me back, pressing her forehead against mine. I enjoyed the short tender moment before forcing myself to pull away. I had to leave, find out what Hux wanted. I put the helmet on and left our room, heading for the bridge. Hux was stood by the viewpoint, turning on his heel to face me as I arrived. “Your late,” he stated. “I’m here. You mentioned there had been developments.” Hux’s lips curved into what I guessed was a smirk. It was doubtful anybody had ever seen him smile and even his smirks were more on the sinister side. “Yes, we’ve managed to track the resistance fleet through hyperspace. The Supreme Leader deemed it your duty to take them out,” Hux explained. “And has my ship been prepared?” “Of course, you’ll be accompanied by two other tie fighters. You might be the commander, but you cannot take out an entire fleet.”

My fist clenched as I resisted the urge to choke him. I turned without another work and headed for the ship’s hangar. I climbed inside my tie silencer and the top closed. Only once I had completely privacy did I remove my helmet, it didn’t give me the best view when trying to fly my ship. I started the engines and headed out, following the signal. It didn’t take long to catch the resistance fleet up, or what was left of them. The two tie fighters began to fire at the ship. My thumb hovered over the trigger button, ready to fire. That’s when I felt her presence. My mother was aboard that ship. I didn’t know what to do, fire and kill her too. That way I wouldn’t have another pull to the light. But I’d barely survived the pain of killing my father, I doubt I would survive if I did the same to my mother. She could sense my hesitation, yet she wasn’t afraid that her life was in my hands. She seemed content. “Ben,” her voice was in my head. I swallowed hard, forcing down my emotions. Before I had a chance to respond one of the tie fighters fired at the ships bridge, cutting our connection abruptly.

I watched in horror as the ships bridge erupted into flames, the ship wouldn’t survive another attack. My mother had been on that bridge. “Mom. Mom, please,” I attempted to reach out to her. Silence. I tried again, each attempt sounding more and more desperate. She couldn’t be dead; I couldn’t lose her as well. I wiped my eyes; I could have saved her. I could have ordered the tie fighters to hold their fire but I hadn't. I was just as guilty as the one who fired on the bridge. Her blood was on my hands. Cora would never forgive me after this. In those few seconds it felt like I had truly lost everything. Hux ordered us to come back and I forced myself to turn the silencer around, flying back to the ship. I parked the silencer in its usual spot and sat there for a few moments, debating what to do. I wouldn’t be able to hide this from Cora, she’d know something was wrong, she’d be able to feel it. I put my helmet back on and exited my ship.

First thing to do was to ‘congratulate’ the pilots. I made an excuse for them to follow me out of the hanger and into the nearest empty room. “Which one of you took out the bridge?” I asked. The one on the right raised his hand confidently, “that was me Commander,” he sounded proud. Proud that he’d murdered my mother. If only I had the time to drag this out and make it as painful as possible. I clenched my fist slowly, cutting off his air supply with the force. The other pilot turned to retreat but I held up my other hand, stopping him dead in his tracks. There was a sickening crack from the right pilot as his windpipe was crushed. I tossed his limp body aside now focusing my rage on the remaining pilot. I drew my saber and swiftly sliced through the pilot’s waist, separating it from his legs. This hadn't been enough, I still felt so much rage, so much hatred. But there was no one left to take it out on other than myself.

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Eventually the rage simmered down to anguish. I exited the room, heading back to my own. I had to face Cora eventually. News spread fast in this ship; it was likely she knew already. I forced myself inside, finding her sat on the edge of the bed, nursing her belly. “Your back early,” she spoke. She didn’t know yet. And now I had to tell her or otherwise I’d look suspicious. I was done keeping things from her, no matter how hard they were to tell her. I removed my helmet and placed it down. Cora read my expression and frowned. “What happened?” She asked, taking on a more sympathetic tone. I took a deep breath to stop myself from crying once more. I avoided her gaze, looking anywhere but at her. “They killed my mother, Cora,” I managed. Cora was so shocked she remained silent. She got up from the bed and came over to me to offer me comfort. She held me tight and stroked my hair. Cora sat me down on the edge of the bed, wiping away my tears.

I rested my head on her shoulder and when I could finally speak again without becoming an incoherent mess, I told her everything that had happened. She listened without interrupting me, holding my hand the whole time. She still seemed in disbelief; I had expected her to have cried by now. I knew how close she’d been to my mother. “Your sure?” Cora asked. “How could she have survived that?” “Because she's Leia fucking Organa. We have to try and reach out to her using the force. There's the possibility she was in an escape pod. As General she would have been top priority to get to safety. Trust me.” Perhaps Cora just didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t either but it was hard not too when I’d seen what I had. But if it finally got her to accept my mother’s death then we could try. Cora and I closed our eyes and focused.

I could feel Cora’s force presence and energy as well as Kendra’s although understandably it was a lot weaker. We reached out into the cosmos, focusing on the image of my mother. I felt a hint of her presence and chased it. It grew stronger, strong enough to tell us that she was alive. Comatose but alive. And that’s what mattered. Cora was right. We broke the connection, feeling relief. Cora was visibly happy, squeezing my hand. She almost looked like she wanted to say, ‘I told you so’. At this point I wouldn’t have been annoyed if she had. I stared at her in disbelief, she couldn’t have known that my mother was alive, yet she had remained so optimistic. I wish I could do that sometimes. “Your mother taught me to always have hope. Its why I came back for you in the first place,” Cora confessed. I kissed the back of her hand. She had no idea how grateful I was to have her here. I should show it more. Perhaps then things would get better.

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Deep Blue Sea: Ch 14

Chapter 14: Officer Keen Subnautica/JSE Egos Crossover

(( Disclaimer: I uh. Lost my paper where I’d written down what triggers all of the events in the game and don’t have the patience to make a new one or rewatch/replay a whole playthrough before continuing the fic- ^^” so yeah, I might write some things out of order without meaning to. I’ll try to look up things in the wiki when I remember to, though ))

Warnings: None Characters: Jackieboy Man, Chase Brody, Marvin the Magnificent POV: Jackieboy Man

They had the Seamoth blueprint, as with one for the mobile vehicle bay. They just needed to be built.

Jackie was grinning. He’d found the last piece for the vehicle bay. Now he just needed to toss all the supplies for it at their fabricator so Chase and Marvin could get the Seamoth pieces ready for it.

“Hey James!” Jackie glanced over his shoulder when Chase called for the chef. “You wanna get a radio put up on one of the walls?”

“Of course,” Jameson signed, grabbing a builder out of one of the lockers. Damn were they organized so nicely now. Jackie was glad the man had done that; they could actually find the stuff they needed now!

The radio finished right about as the fabricator was finishing with the mobile vehicle bay. The light was blinking and Jackie grimaced.

“Uh…none of us have been up to Pod Five for a while, have we?” Jackie asked. Someone cleared his throat and there was a lot of shaking heads. “Let’s hear it. Hopefully we’re not too late.”

Jameson jammed his thumb into the button and stepped back.

“Playing pre-recorded distress call...”

A voice—a human voice—spoke over the radio, “This is Officer Keen in Lifepod 19! The captain is gone. I have assumed command. The last thing the captain did was give me co-ordinates for dry land. We regroup one and a half kilometers southwest of the crash site. Stay together. Good luck. This message will now repeat.”

Keen’s voice gone just as quickly as it was there, everyone’s PDAs chirped with, “Rendezvous coordinates corrupted. Transmission origin coordinates downloaded.”

Silence.

Jackie was the first to break it. “…Did he say dry land?”

“He said southwest from the ship, but the coordinates got all effed up.” Chase shook his head and smacked his PDA’s screen. “But…we’ve got a signal for Pod Nineteen’s exact location. We head there, maybe we’ll find Keen or at least the coordinates he tried to send.”

“And,” the security guard added, “the mobile vehicle bay’s finished. Could take a Seamoth once we’ve got it built ‘cause that’s a long way.”

Marvin crossed his arms. “They’re single-person, aren’t they? Who’s gonna go down there?”

The others glanced between each other, but Jackie only shrugged. “I mean. How hard can it be to pilot one? I’ll go.”

“Seamoth’s gonna start with a depth max of…200 meters, I think?” Chase gestured at the bulkhead locked tight; just beyond it was the hatch that would take them outside the habitat. “You’re not a good swimmer, but you’d have to swim the rest of the way to Nineteen.”

“I’ll bring a Seaglide. Besides, we don’t know what’s down that way. One of us gets attacked, best that it’s me; at least I’ve got a chance of defendin’ myself.”

“Okay. Fair enough.” He gestured for Marvin, then, “You get the vehicle bay up to the surface. We’ll start bringin’ the supplies topside.”

Back-and-forth, back-and-forth, to and from the habitat and vehicle bay. If the Seamoth needed this many supplies, Jackie could just hope they wouldn’t need a Cyclops. He didn’t even want to think about how much it would need. That is, if they could even piece together a blueprint for one. Those things were apparently massive.

One last metal, then the little robots set into the vehicle bay got to work.

Jackie arched a brow. “Are they…supposed to build it so high outta the water?”

Chase looked just as perplexed as he probably did. “I have no idea.”

A little above the surface, sure. The little robots probably didn’t want the vehicle flooding after all, but that high? Ah well. As long as they were doing what they were supposed to, then whatever.

“I’d get off the vehicle bay if I were you.” Both men glanced back over their shoulders; Marvin was treading water a little ways away.

“…Why—”

Jackie’s question was cut short when the Seamoth dropped into the water, its splash causing the bay to rock violently and throw both of them off of it. The security guard floundered back up to the surface, coughing and spluttering, and could hear Marvin laughing even through the water in his ears.

“Told you.”

“How’d you know that would happen?”

“Because gravity’s a thing and big objects make big splashes?”

“You suck.”

The entertainer only laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Just take these,” he shoved the Seaglide that had been floating next to him at Jackie, as well as a water bottle and first aid kit. “Find Keen or those coordinates.”

“If you die, we’ll kill you,” Chase added helpfully as he tossed a rebreather at Jackie. When the repairman had gone back into the habitat to grab it, he had no idea.

Jackie snorted. “Okay, all right! I’ll be careful. …Uh. Mind helpin’ me get these in the Seamoth?” A poor swimmer with his arms full. That wasn’t a disaster waiting to happen, he thought with a chuckle.

Rebreather on, first aid and Seaglide in easy reach, water bottle at his hip, broken flare pinned between his back and the seat for easy grabbing as he got out. How hard could this be?

The submersible lurched forward before he stopped it. Okay. A little touchy, but you’ve got this, he thought. He waved to his comrades through the windshield, held up his PDA and moved it until the signal for Nineteen came onscreen, then eased the Seamoth forward.

You’ve got this. Just…don’t crash into anything. Easy.

The Seamoth took off.

Deeper, darker, heartbeat in his ears. This place gave him a bad feeling.

Bioluminescence. It stood out here, with the waters so dark. Trenches, that seemed to stretch on into darkness. Tight spaces that could render the Seamoth trapped and leave its pilot with a long way to the surface.

Jackie swallowed.

The Seamoth’s warning beep startled him. He pulled back until the beeping stopped. He’d reached its limit. His turn.

He made sure his rebreather was sealed, Seaglide at full charge, tucked his “spear” under one arm.

Deep breath.

The windshield cracked itself open to allow the cabin to flood slowly, then swung up completely. When Jackie pushed it shut again, vents in the sides of the submersible activated to drain the water.

He could see Nineteen. It was still so far. He had plenty of air, but who knows what creatures were down here.

Just go, Jackie, he thought. Don’t let your fear get to you.

The Seamoth dragged him through the water. Closer. Closer.

His stomach dropped when he saw the side torn open. Oh, god. Please tell me Keen got outta there?

Down, down—

A yelp was left muffled by his mouthpiece was something zipped past him. Another, a third. Where was it—there! A plant was—

He cursed, the word sounding like nonsense with his helmet. That plant—it shot needles? He bit down on the mouthpiece and yanked one out of his thigh. As the plant kept firing the sharp little projectiles, Jackie darted the last stretch for the lifepod; he could hear one last needle strike the metal when he got inside, then the plant stopped.

He grabbed his scanner from his hip and scanned the needle he’d been struck with. No venom. Good. Just a sharp little bugger. He’d have to warn the others to watch out for those plants. Who knew a plant could be so feisty?

With the light on his Seaglide shining bright, he swept it through the pod, looking for signs of—there! A little data log. Not a PDA. That’s a good sign. It told him Keen might have gotten out and taken his PDA with him.

Jackie snatched up the log and inserted it into his PDA.

Keen’s voice carried over from the device, “To all crew: If you are reading this then you have followed the automatic distress signal broadcast by this lifepod's onboard computer, contrary to my orders.” Jackie rolled his eyes. Can’t really follow his orders if the coordinates were corrupted; that’s why I’m here in the first place! he thought. “I have been forced to evacuate. Your orders are to disregard my safety and attempt to reach the designated rendezvous co-ordinates at the nearest landmass. I hope to see you there.”

His PDA chirped. Coordinates. Actual coordinates to dry land.

Jackie would have grinned if not for the rebreather.

He was just about to go darting back to the Seamoth when a light next to the pod caught his eye. He reached for it—flipping off the plant when a needle nearly caught his hand—and snatched it up before making a beeline back to his vehicle. The moment the water drained from the cabin, he threw the helmet off and inserted the new data file into his PDA.

“Ultra high capacity tank?” The blueprint downloaded immediately. Well, that’s one less thing to worry about.

Now, he really did grin. Keen was probably alive on the landmass (the dry land he now had coordinates for!). Maybe other survivors were there, too.

Jackie just had to get back to their habitat and share the good news.

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[beanfic]

Friendsgiving

Pairing: Tyler Joseph x Reader

Word count: 2114

Warnings: Some mentions of alcohol and fluff!

Author’s note: I decided to write a fic in honor of thanksgiving! You know, friends just being thankful for each other and enjoying each others company! Hope you enjoy!

“TYLER!” you shouted from the bottom of the stairs with your arms crossed and foot tapping as you waited for your boyfriend to come peeking around the corner.

“Yes, my love?” 

“The turkey is still not defrosted and people are going to be coming over soon! We are in charge of the main dish!” You were flailing your arms around as you were speaking frantically. You and Tyler had decided to host a Friendsgiving and because you were hosting that meant you two were in charge of the turkey.

“It’s going to be fine! I have it all under control! I really need to take a shower, okay?” He stood at the top of the stairs in just a pair of sweatpants, his black tattoos contrasting against his porcelain white skin. 

“You need to tan,” you giggled. Tyler shook his head and disappeared back into the bedroom. The turkey sat on the counter just mocking you. It was a 20-pound turkey and you had put it in the fridge about five days ago, but you should have put it in earlier apparently. 

“Alexa, how do you defrost a turkey fast?” you called out to your Alexa that was on the kitchen counter. 

“You can try a quick cold-water thaw to defrost your turkey faster,” it said in its a monotone voice. You had never even heard of that, so you did a quick google search. It seemed like it was going to cut it close, but it was better than not having any turkey for Friendsgiving. 

Tyler was still upstairs getting ready while you were putting the finishing touches on the decorations downstairs. The dining room table had a gold tablecloth on it and you had cut out leaves to decorate the table. 

You checked your list of what everybody was bringing. Josh and Jordan were in charge of bringing stuffing and mashed potatoes, Maddy and Brett were bringing pumpkin pie and vegetables, Zack and Tatum were bringing cranberry sauce and rolls, and lastly, Brad and Mark were bringing some appetizers. Jay was invited but he had plans with his girlfriend. 

“How do I look?” Tyler’s voice called out, making you spin around. He stood in the entryway to the kitchen with his arms held out to show off his outfit. He was wearing a red and black flannel with black joggers. His hair was still wet from his shower and he smelled like aftershave.

“Handsome,” you answered. You gave him a quick peck on the lips as you headed up the stairs for your turn to get ready. “Make sure to follow the instructions I laid out for the turkey!” 

“I will! You can trust me, Y/N, this isn’t my first turkey!”

“It’s your first twenty-pound turkey!” 

“True, now go get ready!” Tyler shooed you and you couldn’t help but laugh. You couldn’t understand how Tyler was so calm about hosting the dinner. You were a nervous wreck, but hopefully, the shower would help ease the nerves. 

Once you got out of the shower the savory aroma of a cooking turkey filled your nostrils and your mouth began to instantly water. You smiled to yourself knowing that Tyler had successfully dressed the turkey and put it in to cook.

Thanksgiving called for a burgundy sweater with jeans, something casual but nice. You styled your hair so that it was out of your face and you with a finishing touch of chapstick you were ready to head downstairs. 

“Look at you!” Tyler’s eyes lit up when he saw you enter the dining room. He rushed over and wrapped his arms around your waist and smothered you with tiny kisses.

“Ty! Stop!” you giggled, trying to escape his hold.

“I just can’t believe you’re mine!”

“Well I am, can you please let go of me?” 

“Yes.” Tyler released his hold but gave you one last kiss on the cheek.

“I’m so thankful for you, Ty!”

“I’m thankful for you too, Y/N. You are truly the best thing to happen to me!”

“Not true,” you said stubbornly. “Josh is the best thing because without him there would be no twenty one pilots!”

“You do have a point but you both are the most important things in my life!”

“Good,” you smiled. “The turkey smells so good!”

“Right? I’m starving, but people should be showing up soon.” Tyler looked at his apple watch. “Josh and Jordan said that they are almost here.”

“Good! I’m going to go light some candles so that the rest of the house can smell good too!” You grabbed a lighter and went on a lighting adventure. 

The doorbell rang while you were towards the back of the house, and you quickly recognized the voices at Josh and Jordan’s. 

“Y/N!” Jordan called out as he met you halfway in the kitchen. “How are you!” 

You wrapped your arms around him for a hug, “I’m good! You?”

He shrugged, “School has been rough but it’s almost winter break!”

“That’s true! Where is Josh?”

“Tyler and he were getting the food out of the car. I have to pee so if you excuse me I am going to go find the little boys room.”

“You do that,” you chuckled. Tyler and Josh finally reentered the kitchen, now with food. 

“Hey, Y/N!” Josh greeted you with a side hug as he was still carrying the food in.

“Hey, my dude!” Once he put the food down you gave him a fist bump, your usual greeting. Josh was probably your closest friend. 

“These mashed potatoes are delicious,” Tyler mumbled with his mouth full.

“Ty-LER!” you groaned, giving his shoulder a swat. “It’s not dinner time!”

“Thanks, I made them myself!” Josh boasted.

“Doubt it,” Tyler responded.

“Shuddup.”

“Never.”

“Loser.”

“Sure.”

“Yep,” Josh ended the tiny argument. You just rolled your eyes as you headed to the front door. You had heard a car door, signaling that more people were arriving. Mark and Brad were walking towards the door, so you swung it open to welcome them.

“Happy Friendsgiving!” you exclaimed. They followed you to the kitchen where everyone hugged and welcomed each other. Jordan was back from the bathroom, popping open a beer to drink.

“Does anyone want apple cider?” Tyler asked.

“I want alcohol!” Mark snickered.

“Alcoholic apple cider,” Brad added.

“That sounds good,” Jordan laughed.

“We are not having anyone drinking and driving tonight, so if you aren’t having apple cider make sure you have a DD,” you said. Tyler caught your glance and gave you a thumbs up. The doorbell rang once again, but Josh was the one to go open it. It was Tyler’s siblings and their significant others. They all shuffled into the kitchen to place the food down, which included the appetizers.

“Food!” Josh announced and everyone clapped and cheered.

“Don’t get too full because dinner will be in about an hour!” Tyler chimed in. 

Conversations filled the room, some about the excitement of the tour that might be happening soon, others about Christmas, and Jordan and you were having a detailed conversation about the best Christmas movies. 

“Tyler! Come on over here,” you called out to your boyfriend. He excused himself from the conversation he was having with his brother and sister-in-law to join you and Jordan.

“What’s up?”

“Jordan here thinks that Home Alone is superior to Elf!”

“Which Home Alone exactly?”

“Home Alone one of course!” Jordan smirked. “The best movie to ever exist.”

“I’m going to have to go with Y/N on this one, Elf is the number one Christmas movie.”

“I can’t believe you! Elf is so cheesy!” Jordan insisted.

“And home alone isn’t cheesy?”

“I mean, yes, but c’mon!”

“Jordan, it’s okay,” you giggled. 

“I just can’t believe!” you both laughed about the argument, finally agreeing to disagree.

Tyler and you set the table and got thanksgiving dinner ready with the help from Maddy and Brett, which also allowed you to catch up with them. You hadn’t seen Maddy in a long time, and you had missed her. She was like the sister that you always wanted, and you definitely went to her anytime Tyler would get on your nerves. 

“Dinner is served!” Tyler boomed. He looked pleased with himself when he would look over at the dining room table. The turkey sat in the middle, some of it cut already, and the stuffing inside it. A bowl of boxed stuffing was also available too, right next to the gravy and mashed potatoes.

You sat down with your glass of apple cider, and you quickly served yourself. It was nice to have everyone sit around the table, passing along the food, and having conversations to get caught up with each other. 

About halfway through dinner, Tyler took his fork and tapped it a few times against his glass to get everyone’s attention. 

“I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for coming out for this Friendsgiving! You all mean so much to me, and I’m just so thankful to have each and every one of you in my life!” 

“We love you Tyler!” Jordan sang, lifting his glass for a toast. 

“To Tyler and Y/N!” Josh added. Everyone repeated it and took a swig of their drink.

“Now, for tradition, everyone will go around and say what they are thankful for this year!” Tyler ordered. “Y/N, you go first!”

“Okay,” you mumbled. “I am thankful for my family and friends, my house, and this sexy man I get to kiss.”

“Disgusting,” Maddy teased. 

“She’s right, I am pretty sexy,” Tyler wiggled his eyebrows.

“That’s enough,” you giggled. “Tatum you’re next!”

“I’m thankful for meeting Zack so I could join this crazy family and make such amazing friends!”

“Zack is pretty cool,” Tyler added, but you embowed him to make him be quiet.

“My turn?” Zack asked and everyone nodded. “I’m thankful for joco hope and how the business is growing!” 

“Joco hope is pretty cool too!” Tyler, once again, added. 

“Tyler! It is not your turn!” you groaned.

“Maddy you’re next!” you said, trying to hurry it along.

“I am thankful for my job, my dog, and will!”

“Wow, what about us? Not cool!” Tyler frowned.

“Shuddup!” Maddy chuckled.

“Will?” 

“I’m thankful for family and friends!” he said shyly.

“See! Will is cool!” Tyler threw his hands up, almost knocking over your glass of apple cider.

“Careful, Ty! Okay, Jordan your turn!”  

“I am thankful for so many things this year but I think the biggest one is all my fans on social media!”

Josh laughed, “Those fans are from us!”

“But they still support me!” Jordan shot back.

“Doesn’t really matter where the fans come from, as long as they support you that’s all that matters!” Brad added. Everyone nodded with agreement.

“See, this is why Brad is cool!”

“Tyler!” you buried your face in your hands. He was going to drive you mad. 

“My turn!” Josh announced. “I am thankful for Tyler, he is one cool dude, and I am thankful for the clique, of course, and I am thankful for golden retrievers for existing!”

“Heck yeah!” Tyler shot his fist in the air with triumph.

“Brad, your turn!” 

“I am thankful for everyone's cooking,” he said with his mouth full.

“That’s it?”

“Yep.”

“Alright,” you giggled. You looked over at Mark.

“I’m thankful for cameras.”

“Wow, you guys are very thankful this year, huh?” Josh teased and everyone laughed. 

“Okay, Tyler, your turn!” Everyone turned and looked over at him. He had this smug look on his face, and you were worried about what was about to come out of his mouth. 

“I am thankful for my family and friends, of course, but this year I want to put an emphasis on the band. I truly wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for Josh and the music and the clique. I know this is cheesy, but I really needed to say it. They keep me going and I couldn’t be more thankful.” He looked over towards you and you nodded with a smile. You were so proud of him. 

“Another toast?” Jordan asked, breaking the silence.

“To Tyler!” This time it was you who shot their glass up first. Everyone followed and said Tyler’s name in unison. 

***

“This was a good thanksgiving,” Tyler whispered into your ear as he lay next to you on the couch. Everyone had left for the night, and it was just the two of you now. You had put on pajamas, and turned on a movie.

“Yeah, it really was.”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Tyler.” You rested your head on his shoulder.

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[justheretobreakthings]

Joy Is the Flag

Because there’s no way I wasn’t going to write an aro-ace Keith fic for Pride Month! Enjoy!

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“You doing okay there, kiddo?” Shiro asked Keith as they walked side by side through the crowd.

Keith nodded, silently, eyes not on Shiro but on the booths and decorations and people swarming around the two of them as they made their way through the crowd. Shiro felt a frown tugging at his lips as Keith’s arms tightened where they were crossed over his chest and leaned toward Shiro to avoid being knocked into by a group hurrying in the opposite direction.

Shiro had been utterly delighted when Keith had tentatively offered to come along to Pride this summer as an ally. He had invited him along the previous year, after Keith’s first school year at the Garrison, but the latter had turned the offer down. Shiro hadn’t been surprised. Keith wasn’t great at dealing with large amounts of sensory input; he tended to tense and become snappish when the cafeteria was too crowded, was known to lose his temper and devolve into shouting when the cadets ran emergency drills in the simulators, and during one particularly busy visitors’ day Shiro had sat with Keith in his silent and darkened dorm room for two hours while the latter cried his way through a sensory-overload-induced meltdown, just rubbing his back and not saying a word until Keith was back to normal and stubbornly behaved as if nothing had happened at all.

So a Pride festival, with its large crowds and loud music and bright colors and myriad decorations and fragrances from mobs of food booths and shouting and cheering and constant sound and movement - well, Shiro hadn’t really expected Keith to take him up on the offer to come along.

The fact that he had come this year meant a lot in terms of Keith getting out of his shell and facing new experiences, which, of course, gave Shiro a second thing to be proud about today. But he also stayed on his guard for Keith’s sake. The boy had a tendency to push himself beyond the point of brave and into purely hell-bent, regardless of whether it was any good for his health, mentally or physically, from staying awake for three days straight to work on a school project to attempting hoverbike stunts far beyond his skill level.

If the festival got to be too much, Keith wasn’t likely to show it, at least not in any obvious way. He would no doubt just try to grit his teeth and power through, shoving down any distress or frustration until there was no more room to shove any more and it would all explode out of him.

So he kept his eye on Keith as they strolled through the festival, pausing at craft stands to browse through the merchandise on display and peering into food booths and glancing over various non-profits’ posters and brochures. His own enjoyment at Pride was important too, sure, but Shiro couldn’t just turn off his big-brother-mode at the drop of a hat. If Keith was uncomfortable or unhappy, there was no way Shiro would be able to enjoy himself either.

Keith held up well, but about half an hour in Shiro noticed Keith starting to fade. His posture was growing more hunched, his shoulders gradually tensing, with every minute inside the noisy crowd, and he had started running his thumb over his knuckles, a subtle stim that Keith had adopted due to it being one that other people wouldn’t notice.

Shiro wasn’t other people; he noticed.

“Hey,” he called, leaning in toward Keith, not so much as to startle him but enough for him to be heard over the crowd and the speakers blasting music a few booths down. “I’m starting to get tired. Do you wanna go meet up with Adam, see if he needs any help?”

Keith’s shoulders sagged in relief as he nodded, and Shiro smiled at him before lightly taking him by the crook of his elbow and giving it a reassuring squeeze before starting to lead him through the crowd.

They made their way from the center of the festival and onto the outskirts, eventually passing through the roadblocks that signaled the edge of the fest and into the relative quiet of the streets that had been reserved for parade prep. Shiro kept his eyes peeled and his hand on Keith, trying to locate Adam. The Garrison’s Queer Student Alliance had a float in the parade, and as a student officer of the club, Adam had taken charge of the committee to build it this year. Shiro, busy with his own work and prepping for the Kerberos mission, hadn’t had the time to help out with it, and in fact didn’t even know what their float looked like.

That question was answered as he turned a corner and broke into a grin at the site of the giant foam space shuttle one block down.

He let out an impressed whistle as he approached the float, catching the attention of the handful of Garrison students standing on and around it, each of them decked out in their own pride gear. “Man, this came out nice,” Shiro said, eyes roving along the smooth surface of the shuttle and down to the float’s platform, which was bordered with an array of glittering planets painted in the color schemes of a variety of pride flags. “How long before I’m flying this thing out to Pluto?”

A door opened on the platform underneath the shuttle, and Shiro smiled at the bespectacled man who climbed out. “Shiro!” Adam said, straightening up and dropping down off the float. “What are you doing here?”

“Distracting you from your work,” Shiro answered. He stepped forward to greet him with a peck on the cheek before turning back to the float. “You did a really nice job on this.”

“You haven’t seen it in action yet,” Adam replied. “The main engine nozzle’s got a decoration of its own. You can see it in a sec, once someone gets the wiring fixed up.”

A girl Shiro recognized as a student from the year below his turned to scowl at Adam from where she was working at the tail end of the shuttle, a couple of visible grease stains on her pink, purple and blue shirt. “If everybody hadn’t been so careless while they were attaching the shuttle to the platform and moving the float out here, it wouldn’t need to be fixed at all!”

“Just finish it up before the parade starts!” The girl stuck her tongue out and adjusted her glasses before returning to work, and Adam turned back to Shiro. “So, hey, what’s with the change of plans? I thought we were going to meet after the parade. Coming in behind the scenes like this kinda ruins the magic, don’t you think?”

“I just missed you; can’t help it.” He leaned in closer, then, so that Keith, who was busy examining the planets painted on the side of the float with narrowed eyes, couldn’t hear, before continuing, “Keith was starting to get pretty tense with all the noise. Thought we’d go somewhere quiet, and this seemed like a good option.”

“Ah, okay.” Keith looked over toward the two of them, perhaps sensing that eyes were on him, and Adam grinned and waved his hand. “Hey, Keith! Enjoying the Pride fest?” Keith nodded before turning back to the float. “Least you could have done was get the kid some face paint or a pin or something,” Adam said to Shiro. “I know his all-black thing usually blends into crowds, but he’s sticking out like a sore thumb today.”

Shiro shrugged. “Eh, he’s already far enough outside his comfort zone as is. Think getting him all bright and colorful would be pushing it.”

“Mm. Fair enough. How’s that wiring looking over there, Veronica?” Adam called.

“Literally just finished, your royal highness,” the girl said, plopping down to sit on the float and wiping the back of her hand over her forehead. “And thanks, by the way, for being oh so fucking patient.”

“We’re on a time crunch,” Adam said. “Can’t help it. All right, let’s give it a test run.”

“Fine, whatever,” Veronica said, stretching her arms out before leaning back to fiddle with something under the nuzzle. “Everyone stand back, there’s like a forty percent chance this thing’s gonna blow. Kidding,” she added in response to the pointed glare Adam shot her. “God, you’re so serious. Ready?”

There was a little metallic thunk, then lights in the windows and along the sides of the shuttle switched on. A whirring began to sound in the engine nozzle, and as a bright light inside of it clicked on, lengths of multicolored fabric started to unfurl from inside and dance behind the shuttle. At a distance, the effect made it look as if the shuttle were emitting rainbow flames.

The Garrison students let out applause and a couple of whoops, Shiro joining in. Adam simply sighed in relief. “Thank God,” he said. “Can you imagine how bad it would have looked if students of the most prestigious space program on the continent couldn’t even get a parade float operating correctly?”

“I’m sure it would have been the scandal that rocked the world,” Shiro said.

“I hear your sarcasm, and I must say, I don’t appreciate it.”

“Aw, come on, Adam,” he said, slinging an arm around his shoulder and gently rubbing his arm. “It came together great, didn’t it? You worry too much.”

Adam shrugged, giving Shiro a little smile. “Every couple has their thing. Apparently ours is worrying.”

“Damn it. I was really hoping ours would be piloting.”

“It’s a close match.” He patted Shiro’s hand before slipping out of the half-hug. “All right, I’ve got a couple things to double check before the parade starts. Text me where you’re standing to watch the parade once you’re there, and I’ll join you when we finish, okay?”

“Will do,” Shiro replied, and they exchanged a quick kiss before Shiro turned back to Keith. He was still standing off to the side, silently examining the float. “Hey, kiddo,” Shiro said. “Ready to head back to the festival soon, find a good viewing spot?”

“... I don’t recognize any of these planets,” Keith said after a pause.

“Hm?” Shiro looked over at the planets painted along the side of the float, and he grinned. “Oh, no, these aren’t actual planets. They just took the color schemes and patterns of different pride flags and made them into planets. See?” He tapped a finger against a rainbow-streaked planet on the corner of the float.

Keith’s brow furrowed as he looked at the rainbow planet, and then moved his gaze along the others. “But, um, there’s - there’s a lot?”

“Outer space is a big place, you know.”

“No, no, I mean - I mean, isn’t it just, like, four? L, G, B, and T?” He strode over to turn the corner of the float and glance at the other side. “There’s enough here to cover the whole float, and they’re all different colors, so, how…?”

Shiro couldn’t help but let a little laugh escape him, which he quickly swallowed back at the scowl Keith shot him. “Sorry, I wasn’t making fun,” he said. “Sometimes I just forget that to a lot of people, this is new stuff. It’s fine. See, those tend to be the four, like, primary identities in the acronym, but it’s not actually just LGBT, it’s LGBT-plus.”

“Plus-what?” Keith asked.

“Plus anything that’s a marginalized sexuality or gender, really. Didn’t you notice any of the other flags while we were walking through the fest?”

“I dunno. Wasn’t really looking for them.”

“Well, there’s plenty out there. Like, this flag here - ” He pointed to a planet that was shaped like Saturn, pink at the top of the center sphere melting into blue, with bright green rings. “This is polysexuality, which is attraction to multiple genders, but not all. And this one - ” He gestured to a crater-laden planet striped with yellow, white, purple, and black. “This is non-binary, for when a person doesn’t identify as strictly male or female. Right here - ” He pointed to a planet shadowed to look like it was fading between stripes of black, gray, and white, leading to a large splotch of purple at the bottom. “This one is asexual, which is for when you don’t feel sexual attraction.”

Shiro turned the corner of the float and started on the next row of planets. “This is pansexual, which means - ” He paused and glanced up, realizing that Keith hadn’t followed him around to this side of the float. “Hey, Keith? You with me?” Keith, though, didn’t look up. Instead, he was staring at a spot on the side of the float as if mesmerized. Shiro sidled back over to see what had him so transfixed, and found him still staring at the asexual-themed planet. “Bud, you all right?”

“Asexual,” Keith repeated, moving his mouth slowly and deliberately as if he were trying a new food for the first time. “That’s - that’s a thing?”

“Mm-hm,” Shiro replied with a nod. “Think the pride club at the Garrison’s got a good handful of ace members - though, haven’t been all that involved in it this year what with all the Kerberos stuff, so I couldn’t give you numbers. There’s also, let’s see - ” He scanned the planets before finding the one where the grayscale ended with two stripes of green and pointing at it. “There we go, aromantic. Same concept, but with romantic attraction instead of sexual, see. Some people are both, some people are one or the other.” He looked back over at Keith, who had edged toward the aromantic planet Shiro had pointed to, that same fascination still on his face. “Why? Is something wrong, Keith?”

Keith shook his head slowly, letting a beat of silence pass before softly saying, “I didn’t know. I didn’t know it was - it was a - a thing.”

“Yeah, understandable,” Shiro said. “I guess they’re not identities that get a whole lot of attention. Same goes for quite a few of these, really. But, yeah, there you go. Keith?” He tilted his head. “Hey, something else on your mind, or…?”

Keith finally pulled his gaze away from the painted planet to turn to Shiro, and the latter’s brows shot upward in surprise at the dewy shine in Keith’s eyes. Frantically he tried to figure out what was distressing Keith badly enough to make him tear up. “Keith, you okay? Is it still too crowded here? Do you, um, do you want me to take you back to the apartment?”

Keith shook his head. He opened his mouth, let out a single choked sound, closed his mouth and swallowed, then tried again. “It’s just that - it’s just - ” He took a breath. “I thought it was just me.” His voice was soft as he finished, practically a whisper.

Shiro blinked at him before glancing back over at the float. “Wait, you mean...”

“Or, I - I thought maybe it was - that something didn’t work right, or got numbed, or - or something,” Keith continued quietly, and his thumb was moving again, that twitch along his knuckles. “Like because of - because of everything that - all the stuff with mom and - and - and the homes, and stuff, that it kinda… it messed me up…”

“Oh, gee, hey, hey, Keith,” Shiro stammered out as one of the tears in Keith’s eye began spilling over and down his cheek. Quickly he wrapped Keith into a hug, mostly as a means of comfort, partly because Keith would definitely want to keep his face hidden now that he was crying; it was enough of a struggle for Keith to even cry in front of Shiro, let alone out in public with total strangers about. “Hey, shh, it’s all right,” he mumbled, bringing a hand to Keith’s back to rub. “Just getting a little overwhelmed, huh?” Keith lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “So, you’re saying you think you might be aromantic? Asexual? Both?”

“Both,” Keith answered, voice muffled by the way his face was buried in Shiro’s chest.

Shiro kept up the hug and the soothing, but inside his mind was awhirl. Keith had just come out to him. Hell, Keith had just come out to himself, too. How had Shiro not noticed before? How had they not talked about this? He searched his memories, trying to figure out if there was something that should have tipped him off. Keith had never shown any interest in any of his classmates that way, had never come to Shiro to ask for any advice about dating or sex. But Keith was a private person, and besides, it was much harder to notice the absence of something than the presence.

Still, the fact that this sort of revelation had reduced Keith to tears the way it had suggested that this was something that had been bothering him, had been weighing on his mind. And he had been getting so much better lately about coming to Shiro to talk about things that bothered him. So it seemed a little strange that Keith hadn’t given Shiro any indication that he was struggling with his sexuality, that he felt the need to keep this to himself.

Unless…

“Keith?” Shiro said, pulling. “You know… if you do feel that those are a fit for you - if you think you’re aromantic or asexual - that’s not a bad thing. It isn’t something wrong with you.” Keith didn’t reply, so Shiro continued. “It isn’t, Keith. It’s just an orientation, like any other. Just as legitimate as being gay or straight or bi or - or anything. It’s real, and it’s okay. It’s good, Keith, it’s a good thing, to be able to learn these things about yourself, to be comfortable with them.”

He moved his hands to Keith’s shoulders and leaned down to be at eye level with him. “Are you okay with it, Keith? Do you think it’s a good fit for you?”

“I… don’t know,” Keith answered. “I guess it… makes sense… but I don’t want - I don’t know if - ” He sniffed and swiped the back of his hand over his nose. “It’s - it’s probably stupid, it’s stupid, but - but I just had hoped - you know, I’ve had, like, you know, foster parents and stuff in the past, who said - who told me I was, um, I was… unlovable…” He said the word softly, intently, as if it were a particularly filthy swear. “But I had been hoping that… that they were wrong…”

A heat flared up in Shiro’s gut, one that had gradually become familiar in the time he had known Keith. Keith had given him occasional glimpses into his life in the foster care system, and every time he mentioned one of the bad ones, Shiro would feel himself growing closer and closer to wanting to strangle anyone who had ever caused Keith any amount of harm. And if this was the sort of message one of them had been instilling in Keith, then it was no wonder that he had kept it hidden, and no wonder that he’d thought this was some sort of failing on his part.

“Keith,” Shiro said. “Look at me.” Keith did, blinking wide, damp eyes up at him, and Shiro said, firmly and deliberately, “I love you.”

Keith blinked, brow wrinkling. “What do you - ?”

“I love you,” he repeated. “So if you need hard and fast evidence that you’re not unlovable, there it is. I could not possibly have asked for a better little brother than you, and I love you for it. And you being aroace doesn’t change that, okay? Not one bit. Love doesn’t have to be romantic, or sexual, and not feeling that type of attraction doesn’t mean you’re not perfectly capable of other types of love, and being loved in return. Okay? You are loved - you deserve to be loved. Don’t you dare believe anybody who tells you otherwise.”

Keith was silent, his lower lip trembling as he squeezed his crossed arms tighter around him.

“And it’s perfectly all right if you don’t like the labels, if you don’t think they fit or if you don’t want to use them. You don’t have to. But just know - ”

“I love you too,” Keith interrupted. “And I - I like them. The labels, I mean. They’re… I have to get used to them, I guess, is the thing, but, um, they - they make sense. They fit.”

“Okay.” Shiro clapped his hand firmly on Keith’s shoulder and smiled. “Okay. That’s good, that’s good.” He paused, then asked, “Are you still feeling up for staying at the festival?” Keith nodded. “In that case, we should probably find our spots to watch the parade. It’ll be starting soon.”

“Right,” Keith said, nodding again, and he obediently followed Shiro as they turned back toward the festival.

The curbs of the streets were growing crowded as the parade’s start time approaching and people were clamoring to secure a spot where they could see it all. Shiro and Keith searched two blocks before they found enough space on a set of bleachers set up at one of the street corners where they could squeeze in together.

Shiro noticed as they took their seats that Keith had begun to stim again amid the stress of the crowd, this time knocking his knuckles rapidly against his forearms. He watched thoughtfully for a moment. Then, he tapped Keith’s shoulder and leaned in to say, “You mind saving my spot while I grab something real quick?”

“Okay,” Keith said, and Shiro gave him a reassuring squeeze before slipping out of the bleachers and making a beeline for one of the merchandise booths he had browsed earlier.

He returned a couple minutes later, slid back into his spot, and handed his new purchase to Keith. “Here.”

Keith stared down at the object in his hand. A flag, a foot long when unfurled, on a little wooden stick. It was two-sided, its stripes bearing the same colors as those of the planets Shiro had shown him on the float, the one with the purple stripe on one side, the green on the other. “What’s this for?” he asked.

“If you want it,” Shiro said. “You can keep your hands busy this way, and well, most everyone here’s got a bit of decoration, so I thought maybe you’d like some too. Or you can just pocket it for now, if you don’t want to have it out. Your pick.”

Keith continued staring at it, but he didn’t make any move to put it away either, and Shiro’s attention was drawn away from him when cheers went up through the crowd and he looked to see the first of the floats making its way down the street.

For several minutes the parade had his full attention, and he watched with rapt attention as the first couple of floats passed by, followed by a dance troupe. He managed to pull his attention away from the little procession of cars that followed them, and he couldn’t help but grin at the sight of his little brother, arm up as he waved his little flag in the air with as much fervor as all the other celebrators in the crowd, and with a small, rare smile on his face.

#aroace keith #autistic keith #keith #shiro #gay shiro #my writing #fic: joy is the flag

[rancoeur-the-unfortunate]

Pills (Chapter 18)

(3128 WORDS!!!!!! 😍😎😀😆)

(Also sorry for my poor action sequences. I suck at them. A little out of my comfort zone. 😅)

Dib found himself unable to sleep despite his best attempts. So he sat up and grabbed his laptop and hotspot device. He powered both on and just web-surfed for a bit. After an hour or so Dib received a notification on the families chat room labeled 'Hey Dibshit'. Automatically knowing it was his sister Dib sighed and opened the notification icon. 

-Big Brother joined-

"Hey Gaz, what's up?"

"U didn't tell me u had ppl after u"

Dib found himself sighing again, yeah that was his sister always straight to the point.

"Didn't think it mattered."

"Usually it doesn't but when a flying moose thing tells me I think u get my point"

"Wait Zim's moose thing talked to you? At the house?"

"No, his dumb robot thing dragged me to Zim's house told there might be dumb aliens after you two so I checked your computer and found several notifications from that Swollen Eye thing you always try to be secret about"

"WAIT, you KNOW about the Swollen Eyeball?!!"

"That seriously all you took from that?"

Dib took a moment to reread the text and almost screamed.

"You went through my COMPUTER?!"

"OMFG DIB!"

Dib paused, read it once more and realized his mistake.

"Oh god."

"Yeah. The moose and I are preparing Zims house thing so it would probably be best for you to to stay wherever the heck you are."

"Uh yeah, thanks Gaz."

"Shut up Dib."

-Little Sister sighed off-

Dib sighed rereading all of the texts one more time before shutting off his computer and hotspot. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and let out a huff. Were Zim's Tallest after them now?

God for once in his life could things just be easy?

He laid down and let out a deep breath keep calm and carry on, he thought.

He turned over and faced Zim. The alien seemed to be back in his relaxed state, his features were soft and calm. Just listening to the alien's soft breathing was enough to lull Dib to sleep.

When Zim awoke he was in another unrecognizable and yet so familiar place. Like he had been here before but could not remember where. He stood in what seemed to be in an Irken dropship. This Zim recognized, the Irken Milica used these to dispense Irken soldiers straight into the battlefield. However Zim didn't recall being in one simply because he wasn't an on-field soldier, he was a trained Invader.

Zim was in the front of the ship near the cockpit surrounded by other Irkens dressed in Vort armor. They all looked at him with expressions mixed with bravery, uncertainty, and fear. Couldn't have been more than 20 of them in that ship. Some seemed to at least 10 Irken years old.

"Commander Zim, you ready?" The pilot asked.

Zim turned to Skoodge strapped into the pilot's seat.

"Yeah just give me a minute."

Zim took a deep breath and examined his men.

In the beginning, they had more than 500 soldiers who were ready to die for the Irken dream. Now their numbers had dwindled so low that Zim wondered if there was any point to it. But he knew not to give up, not when they were so close to winning. But those looks of uncertainty on his men made Zim's skin crawl.

Zim pushed a step ladder in front of the small crowd and stood up before them.

'Attention!

'Sir, yes, Sir!'

The soldiers each soluted him.

'At ease'

Their hands went down in unison.

'Men, how long have we been fighting this war?'

'Since the day we were born sir!' They all quoted.

'And why is that?'

'Because we were born short sir!'

Zim nodded.

'Yes, that's true.'

Zim examined his men again. Most were pretty short though they used to have tall Irkens before their numbers started dwindling. Zim shook his head.

'But you remember this. Just because you happen to be small does not make incompetent. If that were true would we even be here right now?'

The soldiers whispered amongst themselves.

'We've gone through many hardships because if those moronic assholes whose sole reason to bully us is because we're smaller then them. But today and the days that follow we will show them that we are a mighty army and won't back off until justice is served on a steaming hot platter!'

The soldiers nodded and cheered

'We will break into the controls brains' base and FORCE them to give us the same rights as any other tall Irken, and if they don't? We'll kill them!'

The men roared in approval.

'We have lost so many good men and women to this war whether they were KIA or LIA. But I promise you this my Irken soldiers that their lives will NOT go to waste when we WIN this war!!!'

The men howled and shot their fists in the air as they chanted.

'THE TALLER THEY ARE, THE HARDER THEY FALL!!!'

'We all set to go Skoodge?'

Skoodge gave him a thumbs up.

'Then let's show those Tall bastards how much of a big problem us little guys are.'

The men whooped and the dropship took flight. Zim sat in the co-piolets seat and smiled at Skoodge and received one back.

'That was amazing, they really needed that.'

'Yeah, I did too.'

Skoodge patted Zim's thigh and gave him a reassuring click with his antennae.

'Trust me, after this, we won't have to fight anymore it'll all be worth it and this will just be a memory.'

Zim nodded and sighed.

'You remember the plan?'

'Wait here until you come back and if you don't... leave and contact Lard Nar.'

Zim nodded.

'Good as soon as things look bad you leave. Don't wait for me.'

Skoodge nodded, though the worry in his face went unmasked.

'Promise me you'll make it though.'

Zim took Skoodge's hand and rubbed his gently against his forehead.

'I promise.'

The short Irkens smiled and continued to piolet the ship in silence.

When they arrived at the control Brains' base it was pitch black night. The building stood tall and proud and vaguely resembled a giant magenta box though up close it was lear the walls were covered in pipes, docking area, vent, etc. in all kinds of colors and shades. They had been spying this place for so long they knew everything about the outer defenses and just enough of the inner ones to succeed. There were so many risks however and Zim just knew that they were going to lose some people and that made him want to back out, but he COULDN'T he just couldn't. They cloaked their ship and set up their disrupters to stop any Irken tech. from tracking them.

Zim stood and turned to leave before Skoodge grabbed his tunic.

'Please just don't die out there.'

Zim smiled and pressed his forehead to Skppdge's.

'Everything's going to be alright. I promise.'

With that Zim stood and left the cockpit and joined his crew.

What happens next will be written in Irken history Zim thought to himself and smiled and got himself suited up and leading his soldiers out of the ship and towards the alien structure. There was an old ventilation system long abandoned that could take them inside undetected. Zim turned on his cloak and his soldiers followed suit. The cloaks, however, couldn't hide much when moving so the Irken's had to jump from cover to cover in order to get to the closed-off vent. Zim used hand signals once they crossed the borderline. The borderline was the technological barrier off what the control brains could see outside the building it was like an advanced security rat detecter. But with the Vort armor, the control brains wouldn't be able to detect them. As long as no one uncloaked or spoke they would be safe. Zim could be himself shutter once they passed it, this was it. This was the final push and this war would finally be over. Running and jumping from cover to cover the group finally made it to the vent two engineer Irkens managed to take off the cover and all 20 of them crawled in. The air Zim noticed was different here. It was supple at first but after a bit, it seemed like the air was almost higher here. Once the passed the inner barrier the borderline effect was gone, Zim let out a sigh of relief. He leaned into his walkie-talkie.

'Skoodge can you hear me?'

'Loud and clear.'

'Good. We're out of the barrier and are ready to begin phase 2 get ready to release the static pulse.'

'Aye, sir.'

They continued crawling through the vent till they reached a drop. Zim was the first to jump down and scan the area. Empty seemed to be some kind of storage unit.

'All clear.'

The sound of 19 more stomps came after that. They traversed the area ray guns in hand in case they come into contact with a drone or a guard. The room was clear. They grouped up and uncloaked. 

'Alright, all of you remember your parts?'

The soldiers nodded in unison.

'Alright, go!'

With that, the soldiers split off. Zim ran towards another vent and crawled in. From here the group had split into groups of two. Zim's partners was a stubby Irken named Bob though despite his size Bob had more fortitude than Zim.

It was a good thing too because this vent was so small the two had to army crawl through it. It took them about an hour before they reached their destination. Of course, there wouldn't be a direct vent to the Control Brains but that was fine that wasn't what they were after anyway. No, they were after something much more important. 

Finally, they reached it, the surveillance room. They had to activate there plan between the shifts so no Irken guards were around however there were still drones buzzing around. Carefully they undid the hatch and climbed out and scanned the area. The vent was on the ceiling and gave them a perfect view of the room. Two drones were manning the room. The room in questions wasn't too big, it was meant to be small and hard to find and had it not been for their spies they would have most likely gotten lost three turns ago. Zim slipped down using his PAC legs as to not make a sound. Bob followed suit through his PAC legs weren't as long. Silently, they crawled behind the drones and blasted them this their pulse guns. This sent a wave of electricity through the drones and overloading them causing them to collapse. Zim scanned the room and let out a sigh of relief.

'We're all clear. Bob, you man the door I'll administer the port.'

The soldier nodded.

'Yes sir'

Zim stood in front of the control panel, took a deep breath, and turned on his comlink.

'Is everyone in position?'

'Yes sir'

'Affirmative'

'Yeah'

'All set'

'Ready to go'

'Ready'

'All good here.'

'Let's get rolling'

'Yup.'

Zim nodded to Bob to let him know.

'Alright everyone when this pulse goes off we'll have exactly 30 minutes to get into our next positions do not and I repeat DO NOT stay near the explosives you will die. As soon as you hear it, activate the explosive and get to your spots.'

'Sir yes sir!'

Zim smiled and plugged the bug port into the panel.

'Skoodge.'

'Yes, Sir?'

'Activate the pulse.'

'Initationing pulse in 3, 2, 1'

Suddenly all the lights went out and Zim and Bob booked it out of there. 30 minutes was all they needed to run through the hallways past now broken bots and disoriented guards all the while explosions were going off in the background.

Zim and Bob ran into another storage room where they were set to hide with 5 minutes left to spare. The plan was to wait for the guards to go in a frenzy trying to find them or fixing the now destroyed docking stations while the Soldiers snuck into the unguarded Control Brains' room and confront the Control Brains there.

'Alright did everyone get to their spots?' He asked his comlink however he received no answer.

He tried again.

'Did everyone get to their spots? Hello? Is anyone there?' Zim could feel his heart start to race.

'Uh, Commander Zim?' Bob called from behind him.

'Wha-?' Zim turned and immediately froze. in the center of the dark room was a lone spotlight that shown an Irken, The Doctor.

'Why hello there Zim.' Zim could feel his blood run cold.

Out of all the Irkens, they could have run into, it had to be him. The doctor how his white lab coat his yellow eyes covered by his blue goggles. His left antenna was missing Zim noticed.

How could this had happened?! He had this whole place mapped out. He couldn't have messed this up.

'Why don't you have a seat.' Another spotlight turned on shedding light on a chair The Doctor gestured to it.

It was at this time did Zim notice Bob was gone. He tried to run but the door was shut tight. He couldn't believe it. He was locked in a room with HIM.

'Now don't be difficult.' A bot came out of the darkness and grabbed Zim by the arms. Zim fought but he was in such a panic-induced frenzy that he couldn't think of a logical way out.

He was sat in the chair and cuffs were latched on him holding him to the chair.

'I knew about your for awhile Zim. I have to admit it was a pretty well thought out plan. But you didn't think those spies of yours wouldn't get caught would you?'

Zim struggled, trying with all of his strength to break free but to no avail.

'All they needed was a little medicine and they were right back in line.'

Zim snarled at him.

'You sick demented FREAK!' Zim yelled.

'Now that's not a way to talk to me Zim especially with all the trouble your in. Heck if the control brains hadn't seen you as a valuable asset you would be dead by now just like the rest of your team.' The doctor laughed.

Zim froze. No... no, they can't be dead. They can't be.

'You're lying!'

'Oh am I?'

Another spotlight turned on and there they were. 4 of his soldier lay in gell filled tubes.

Zim had to stop his breathing to hold back the tears as he bit his lip.

'I know this isn't all of them but we'll find them soon enough.'

Suddenly Zim heard something on his comlink.

'Zim? Come in Zim? Some of the crew came back. Said they were ambushed. Are you on your way?' Skoodge's frantic words made Zim's eyes tear up.

'Aw what's wrong Zim? Did you finally realize that this is the line? That's okay Zim.'

The Doctor got closer and rested his hand on Zim's shoulder.

'Don't worry. After you take your medication you won't even remember this.'

He kneeled down to meet Zim's eyes.

'It might even make you taller you know. You'll make a fine General.'

With that Zim jolted and headbutted the Doctor. Said Doctor fell back and groaned in pain. He lifted his hand to cover his face, and when he pulled back he found blood and a missing tooth. He snarled and glared at Zim who was in the process of knawing off his own hands. Irkens had the ability to regrow limb though not many Irken's knew this. So, of course, Zim didn't mind losing his hands in order to get to Skoodge. Zim jumped up and kicked the Doctor to the ground knocking him out while Zim searched for a way out of this hell.

He used his PAC leg lasers to cut a hole through the door and booked it down the hallway while turning on his comlink.

'Come in Skoodge can you hear me?!'

'Loud and clear, are you okay Zim? Bob just came back saying you were in trouble.'

'Skoodge I don't think I'm going to make it.' He ran into his third dead end.

'What?! What do you mean?'

'I mean I'm lost and being hunted Skoodge. You're going to have to leave me.'

'No! You need to get here Zim. I'll send in some soldiers.'

'No Skoodge it'll put them in danger. Just leave me ok.' The blood loss was getting to Zim and he was starting to feel tired.

'Please, Zim I can't leave you!' Zim could hear Skoodge crying on the other side of the com.

'It'll be ok Skoodge. You need to contact Lard Nar. He'll know what to do. Call 777 he'll give any technology you'll need.' Zim sat down at his 7th dead end too tired to keep going. 

He lifted up his wrist and typed in the launch code on his wrist device with his tongue. A contingency plan that would make the dropship go on autopilot and fly to Vort in case Skoodge wouldn't be able to fly.

'Wait, Zim, NO!'

'It's okay Skoodge.'

'NO NO NO I don't want to leave you! Please!' 

'It's okay'

Skoodge hiccupped.

'Please, I can't do this without you!'

'Remember what you told me? You can do it Skoodge.'

Zim could hear voices in the distance, the guards were getting closer.'

'Remember what we were fighting for, to begin with, Skoodge.'

'Oh, Zim.' Zim could barely hear Skoodge's sobbing now, his vision was getting blurry and he could see the silhouettes of the guards. 

'I love you Skoodge.' Zim clicked his antennae and whispered before finally passing out.

'Zim? Zim!'

'He's ours now.'

Zim awoke with the concerned gaze of Dib looming over him.

"You okay Zim?"

'Yeah, I'm fine human.'

"Huh" Dib tilted his head.

Zim corrected himself, realizing then he was speaking Irken tongue.

"I said I'm fine."

"Oh uh okay. You looked like you were having another nightmare."

Zim paused.

"I... was."

"Do... you want to talk about it, Zim?"

"I don't know. Do you think it would help?"

Dib shrugged he had never been so concerned for Zim. It was weird.

"Maybe, but only if you want to."

Zim sat up and looked down at his gloved claws.

"It was so strange. I really don't know how to start. It was so real like it was just a memory, but I don't remember any of it happening and I-" Zim cut himself off and placed his head in his hands.

"That's okay Zim." Dib hesitated before patting the aliens back.

"Just start from the beginning."

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