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Spider-Man: In Your Home (1)

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x F! Reader

Content: SPIDER-MAN AU!, established relationship, SPIDER-MAN! EREN, GWEN! READER, college au.

Summary: Eren Jaeger, also known as spider-man (shhh, it's a secret ;), comes knocking on your window hoping for you to heal the wounds he got while fighting a huge lizard man :))

CW: NSFW, suggestive themes (idk if what i wrote counts as smut lol), ANGST (Y'ALL, I WROTE ANGST!!), FLUFF, descriptive mentions of bodily injuries: wounds, big cuts, blood, bruises, a burn injury (its slightly mentioned dw). medical procedures: (needles, stitches, medication), mature language, eren is a foine mixture of Andrew's Pete and normal ereh :))

Word Count: 4.8k

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Okay, but imagine Eren Jaeger as The Amazing Spiderman. Imagine being his Gwen, the girl who he’s head over heels for and who he always searches for when he’s in trouble; when he gets badly injured and it’s too much for him… I think we all have that glorious scene of Andrew Garfield in mind—but, what if it was Eren?

It was late at night, you’re not sure what time it is or how late it is, but your false perception of time doesn’t affect your vision. The sky’s been cloudy and dark for a while now.

You’ve had your nose buried in books all day. You’re a smart girl with a great future ahead of her (lmao). People have great expectations for who you’ll be, what you’ll do, how you’ll live. Meeting not only their expectations but yours is what keeps your teary, tired eyes, scanning over the tedious texts in your notebook. It’s what keeps your trembly, sore hands, writing the most important parts of said texts in your notebook. And you were on a stride, getting a lot more work done than you had intended–when you hear a thud, something like thump-thump-thump-thump.

What?

You drop your pencil and turn your head halfway-

Stop. No distractions.

“Right.” You look at the books on your table again and sigh. You pick your pencil back up when you hear it again, but louder.

It’s coming from your window.

You hurriedly stand, head tilted and face twisted with worry. And with a few long steps across your room, your face drops. Your features relax as you let a deep exhale out.

Fucking jerk.

He knows you’re supposed to be studying and he knows his life would be cut short if your father saw him, so, what the fuck is he doing outside your window? Plus, he’s in his fucking bug costume.

What if someone sees him?

You’re ready to send him back home when you open your window with one quick and harsh pull, up. Except, he falls headfirst into your room before you can say anything.

“Agh-” Eren’s eyes were already semi shut before he fell, they fluttered open every time he felt himself go unconscious while he waited for you to open your window, but now they were tightly shut as the rest of his face scrunched from the sharp pain he felt on the shoulder he landed on.

“Oh, my god! Eren?” You rush to aid him. When you fall on your knees, you’re reminded of the hardwood floor you own. Ouch. You ignore the scrapes and bruises forming on your knees and grab his face in your hands.

“Eren!” You whisper-shout, voice filled with gravity and desperation.

You move his body, which was heavy as a million bricks, into your lap. You give his face a few slaps; not hard enough to pain him but to make him react. Like how vets do when a newborn animal won’t respond.

“Ah- fuck.” Eren moved his face away from you and squinted his eyes after getting hit with, what felt like, a million bright lights burning his eyeballs.

You straighten your body and relax, a sigh leaving through your trembling lips along with all your worries.

“Eren.” You blink away the sting forming on your nose and eyes—a tail tale sign you were about to cry. “Don’t ever do that again.” It came out shaky; like you’d been crying for hours, though you haven’t. You press your lips together, feeling like a sob might scape as well. You’re frustrated you let your emotions show.

But Eren doesn’t think of your emotions, of you, like a disturbance. He snapped his head at you the second he heard that first waver in your voice. Through the squint of his eyes, he tried to study you, your face. He has worried you—pained you, even. He feels that stinging sensation in his heart. He has hurt you.

“It’s nothing serious.” His voice was deeper than usual, raspy, too. His voice cords suffered, with every word he spoke, every breath he took. You can tell from the harsh swallow he took after finishing his sentence.

“Eren, I thought-”

“Shh. I just need a little help. That’s all.” He said the last part with a grunt as he forced himself off your lap and sat across from you.

“Eren, I-” You think about arguing some more. You know he’s trying to make it seem like he’s only gotten a few scratches; you aren’t foolish enough to believe him. But you also know your boyfriend, his personality and mannerisms. He’s stubborn as a rock and won’t admit to being wrong. He also won’t ever ask for help unless he deeply needs it. Fuck, it’s bad, isn’t it?

“Eren.” You take a deep breath. Though you know his conditions, it’ll hurt to see. “How bad is it?”

He looked at you—at the lamp behind you. He can never look you in the eyes when he lies. After you once called him out on how pink his ears flush when he lies, he hasn’t done it as confidently since.

“Few scratches, I already told you.” When his voice stilled he instantly caught your eyes in his.

You give him a few disapproving seconds, blinking at him with a straight face. And when you saw that he wouldn’t give in, you studied his body, how he sat, any clues of pain or discomfort in his face. And…

Bingo.

His back was slouched and his chest tucked back, almost as if it was a natural, don’t touch me here, it hurts, response.

So what do you do? Of course, you touch him there.

You poke his chest with your pointer finger. Eren’s shoulders came fighting back at your attack. Both slinging forward—to hide his chest from you—so quickly you would have missed it with a blink. But no amount of blinks would’ve hidden the sharp hiss that escaped his lips.

With his hand on his chest, he looked at you again, eyes still stubborn, but his face, laced with a dash of cooperativeness. “Maybe it’s more than a scratch.” He looked at the floor.

You won.

You roll your eyes, no shit. “On my bed. Now.”

You walk to your door and when you look back, he’s limping and holding the wall for support on his way to your bed. Fuck, it’s worse than I thought.

You turn back around and exit through your door. “Mom!” You lean against the staircase handle and yell.

“Yes, honey?” Your dad yells back.

Fuck, not him.

“Dad, can you get mom?”

“What for?” You heard him reach the bottom of the stairs.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Female problems! All that gross stuff. Get her.”

You can’t see him, but you can mentally envision the face he’s making. Probably a scrunch of his nose, along with his unnecessarily huge eyebrows completely covering his small eyes. His typical face when he’s even just a bit uncomfortable.

“She’s in the kitchen, honey. Come downstairs.”

You rush down the stairs, a creaking sound, shot in the air with each step. When you enter the kitchen you lean against your marbled counter, arms crossed in front of you and supporting your weight.

“Mom, do you know where the first aid kit is?”

Your mom stops the stirring of her beloved golden soup spoon and turns her head to the side, not to look at you, but for you to see her face’s profile. “I heard you tell your father it was for ‘female problems’.”

Of course, she heard.

“Yeah, um, I just need some cotton, I ran out.”

She places her spoon on top of the uncovered pot to keep the liquids in it from going overboard, a life hack she saw on Facebook, and she turned and leaned on the other side of the counter you leaned on. Her eyes analyzed you, looking at your face for any clues of disbelief in your statement. ‘If you won’t believe your statement, how can she?’ Is another obnoxiously untrue life hack she learned on Facebook. Phycology 101, those Facebook moms will call it. They—she will use it the most unnecessary of times. It’s ridiculous.

With a final squint of her eyes, she makes up her mind, you aren’t lying. “Under the bathroom counter.” You open your mouth to ask which one, “Upstairs,” she says.

She turns around and lowers the heat on the stove. She takes the spoon again and, “Ouch!” She yelled after touching the burning spoon.

While you exited the kitchen, hurriedly going to the bathroom, you squeeze your lips into a tight line, trying not to laugh at her.

Facebook moms, they’re hilarious, really. They teach you how to make your life ‘easier’ without keeping anything else in mind. Like, how different materials in certain objects can affect the life hack they’re teaching. Metal is the best heat transmitter, but God forbid you to try to ‘outsmart’ her.

You giggle your way up the stairs and grab what you need in the hallway bathroom. When you enter your room again, you turn around and lock the door.

You look at the ground for a bit before turning around, and when you do, with a cheeky smile, you say, “You’ll never believe what happened with my m-” You gasp. “Eren!” You rush to him and drop the first aid kit on your bed.

It looked like he originally was sitting at the edge of your bed, but fell, due to his unconscious state. He now laid like he took the best nap of his life. Which, by itself, isn’t worrying, but context, people. He was almost dead when he, quite literally, crashed into your room. You can’t afford him going unconscious when you aren’t sure how to hurt he is.

You get on top of your bed by placing one knee in the spot in between his legs, and the other on the free space on your bed. “Eren!” You whisper as loudly as your thin walls allow you to. You slap him again, and again, and again, until…

“What the fuck are you doing?” He grabbed onto your forearm and squinted his eyes. His suit felt weird against your skin, it was prickly, but it tickled.

You sit down—which, because of the position you were in—you straddle his thigh. You didn’t give it much thought, you didn’t even notice it until he opened his mouth.

“Damn, take me out to dinner first.” He placed his forearm under his head while giving you that usual grin, the one that made your breathing heavy and knees weak—but you’d rather die than ever let him know.

“Shut up.” You reach for the first aid kit that lay discarded on your bed.

“No, no. I know one better. Make sure I’m fully alive first.” He filled the room with his heavy, and loud laughter.

You wack him in the arm. “Eren, be quiet. They’re gonna fucking hear you.”

But he couldn’t stop laughing, he thinks he’s so funny. You roll your eyes and let your head drop, your laughter soon enough joins his. And he makes sure to make fun of you for it.

Until a sudden twitch of his chest brings you back down to earth, he’s injured. “Okay, Eren, sit up.” You get off his thigh and stand in front of him.

When he sits up, he’s hesitant about taking his suit off.

“I promise I’m not gonna get pissed. I’m here to help.”

He looks at you for a few seconds longer. He doesn’t believe you. He slowly peels off his suit and hisses with every tug of the material that’s drenched in blood.

Oh, my God.

“Eren, I-” You stretch out your arm to touch him but instantly change your mind and retreat.

“How- what did they- what happened?” It sure was a sight to see. Eren’s chest was filled with cuts and bruises—what if he has a broken rib?—three specific cuts run diagonally across his chest. Like three lines. You feel like crying. That sour sting is building up in your nose again, but you don’t think you can fight back your tears this time. You turn around and remain with your back to him while you desperately wiped every tear you weren’t strong enough to hold back.

Shit. He feels like shit. Why does he keep doing this shit to you? Why does he keep getting himself in near-death situations only to drag himself to your room and watch you break down every time. It’s worse each time, too. Next time he knocks on your window—no. There might not be a next time if he keeps this up. This recklessnesses; this fire in him to not give up, that he just can’t seem to turn off. Not even the tears you’ve shed can seem to do the trick. When am I gonna stop?

He knows the answer and you do too.

“It’s- it’s not even-”

“If you dare say it’s not even that bad I’m gonna throw you out the window you came from.” You snap at him. Voice wavering but the determination behind each word is still there.

You wipe your last set of tears, that’s enough, and turn again to look at him. And you can see it. His heart, exploding into a million pieces. Putting him in greater pain than he was at before.

You step toward him with a straight face. Still sniffing every now and then. You open the first aid kit and take out the oxygenated water and cotton pads.

“If it's infected, it’ll hurt.”

“That’s okay.” He took a deep breath and squeezed his hands into fists, clawing his flesh in the process.

You tilt your head to get a better look at him. You dip the oxygenated water in the cotton, and softly start petting it into his skin.

Eren's mouth remained tightened but a sharp hiss managed to escape. He shut his eyes and refused to pain your heart any longer. This isn’t even the worst part.

Parts of the wettened cotton remained in his skin, in his cuts. the sight was enough to make your hands tremble and spine tingle.

But it was done. This part, at least. You disinfected the area and now there was only one thing left to do.

“Eren, I have to-”

“Stitch it?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Yes, I do.”

You look at him. His green eyes twinkle with the soft lighting of your room. You’ve never stitched a human before, only clothing. I assume it’s the same thing, right? Okay, not the same thing. But, the same technique, right?

“Take a deep breath for me,” you say, but you’re not sure who it was aimed for.

He takes a deep breath. It hurt. It felt dry against his throat and it stung his nose. His chest filled to its capability and ached. When he flattened his chest, you made your move.

Sliding the black thread through the hole of the needle. With hands as shaky as yours, it was a challenge. The thread felt different than your regular sewing thread. It resembled thin plastic. It’ll hurt, that’s for sure.

You place your palm on his chest, on top of his left pectoral. The thumping on your fingertips had you confused, as you didn’t know if it was yours or his. You swallow hard. Swallow every worry that’s clouding your mind at the moment. A shaky doctor is the last thing he needs. You move your face closer to him. By squinting your glossed eyes, you could see exactly where the cut began.

You take a moment to look at Eren in the eyes. It was warm, his face, his look. He’s completely at your mercy but his warm gaze reassures any what if I fuck this up and make it worse? out of your mind.

“Hey,” he spoke. His voice, rough and low.

“Hey,” you whisper back. Your faces were aligned with each other’s, your body’s conjoined like a puzzle; your leg in between his and his hands holding the back of your thighs, so lightly, it’s easy to miss.

“I’ll be okay. You got this, okay?”

You’re both embarrassed and heart-struck at his encouraging words. He's comforting you as if your life was in his hands and not the other way around.

“Mkay.” You smile at him, your breath fanning his cheek and making his heart tight against his chest.

You clean the needle and pass it through the two split sections of his skin. You did it quick, the faster, the fewer chills crawled down your back.

“Fuck,” he breathed. His hands held your thighs tightly now.

“I’m sorry.” You inspect his face for any signs of regret.

Eren shook his head and closed his eyes. “Keep going.”

You suck in a quick, dry breath and continue. You pull on the needle and pass the thread through his flesh. The sound was enough to put you in agony. Your hands were shaky and your shoulders tight. But you continue. You have to.

You begin again, about a centimeter lower than your last stitch, and repeat the movement. Your fifth time passing the needle thought his skin, and you’ve got the handle of it now. You steadily, but quickly, continue the movement, ignoring how his nails dig into your skin. You prefer it. The pain helps you focus, in a weird masochistic way.

You pull on the needle once you finished with the first cut. You pulled on it to tighten the work you’ve done but when you do, Eren’s forehead falls directly on your chest. You can feel his eyelashes flutter, warm tears spring out and fall against your skin.

“I’m finished with this cut, Eren,” you say.

He remains quiet. You’d allow him to stay in this position forever but you can’t see your work and you have to tie it.

“Eren. I need to make the knot. Okay?”

Without a word, he moves and allows you access again. You quickly tie the knot and cut the thread.

You start with the cut in the middle. You slide the needle in, and Eren grips your thighs with twice the amount of strength as before. His nails dug temporary holes in your skin. It hurt. But you’d be dammed if you didn’t find him incredibly attractive. You hate yourself, you really do. But you can’t help the feeling that travels through you every time he holds you tighter, closer. It’s this feeling that feels empty but you know it’s there. It traveled through your organs, your skin, your bones. Like if you were dropping down on the highest roller coaster in the world. It made your breathing hard to carry. You struggled to breathe, but Eren was worse. He inhaled heavy breaths and full exhales. He groaned and cursed every time you prickled him with the needle.

“Eren, please stop. I need to focus,” you whispered. So light, so softly. It felt as sweet as a siren’s melody. Your voice lured him in and kept him trapped, unable to process what you had just said. But one look at your pained face and his hands suddenly felt like bricks. The heaviness quickly made him stop.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed.

You shake your head. You didn’t mind the firmness of his hold. But your thoughts were getting in the way. Eren is the sweetest partner you’ve had. He’s soft and gentle with you. Only ever praises you. He makes love to you. But you’ve always wondered what it would be like if he treated you roughly? You know he wants to, you’ve seen it in his face as he’s buried deep inside you. You’ve seen how he scans over your body under him with a sly smirk—before he hides it away and tells you how good you’re taking him. You’ve had him grip your skin too tightly at times. You’ve had him manhandle you, which you very much liked, but he always took those gestures back. He always compensated by treating you as gently as he could after. Treating you like glass. So when he grabs you in the way he just did, it makes your heart go crazy.

But you recognize now isn’t the time for this. You swallow all your wants away and take a final deep breath. You finish your work, tie it with a knot and move on to the final cut.

You repeat everything you’ve done before. You slide the needle in, slide it out and repeat. You felt Eren’s thighs twitch and slam against you every time you pulled on the string. But one quick look of reassurance from him had you moving in no time. Slide the needle in, slide it out and repeat. Slide the needle in, slide it out and repeat. Slide the needle in, slide it out and repeat. And just like that, you were done. You slide the needle in one last time and tie the knot.

Eren drops his head in your chest. You can’t imagine the amount of pain he’s in. But the heaviness on your heart may come close to it. You close your eyes and just feel him. Feel his touch, his presence, his warmness. You hate yourself, your mind for even thinking about it, but you know this feeling, this comfort, may not last forever. He knows it too.

You slide your hands through his hair but notice the knotted mess his hair tie is stuck in. You, little by little, tug and separate every knot until you get the tie out. Eren kept his nose buried in your chest the whole time. Hiding every hiss or heavy breath with your skin. He stayed like that for a long time, he always does. He breathes you in and feels at peace, at home. Nothing can take away the state of mind he enters when he feels your scent and warmness surround him. So when you grip on the sides of his face and force him to look up at you, his eyes are different. It’s as if the battle he just escaped from, the stitches you had to sew, didn’t happen. He looks happy, relaxed, so beautiful. His eyes, submissive, and his lips slightly parted, allowing a few breaths of his to hit your skin.

“You have a cut,’ you whisper, your voice light but with the slightest rasp.

“Where?” he whispers in the same tone, except his was heavier and pleasing to the ear. His voice grumbled in a way that makes the average woman roll her eyes to the back of her head and knees buckle. But again, you’d never admit to that.

“Right,” you slide your thumb down his bottom lip, “here.” his lips were tainted a deep red from the blood and bruises on it. Again, you hate yourself for this, but he looks incredibly hot.

“Why don’t you heal that for me too?” he said. Though your eyes focused on his eyes, you can audibly hear the cockiness, the smirk that came with that remark. But you do it anyway.

You lower your head towards him. Breathing heavily and desperately. Showing clear signs of arousal and anxiousness. Eren’s hands are quick to follow your league. One holding your lower back and the other cupping your face. You approach his face slowly, his eyes making it impossible for you to move, but you do. You angle your head to the right as he angles his to the left. Both breaths are so heavy you can almost hear moans in their undertones. You both stared into each others’ eyes, completely lost in them. You’d only lose eye contact to glance at his lips. You feel chills almost electrifying your whole body from their intensiveness. You still can’t understand how someone can make you feel as flustered as this. Your cheeks are itchy and hot, neck and breathing tight, and when you’re about to reach his mouth, you bump against his nose. You give Eren a surprised look before laughing the awkwardness away with him and joining your lips with his.

A metallic taste. That’s what you could mainly feel. But you don’t mind it at all. You breathe him in, desperate and needing, and swallow him whole. Sliding your tongue against his and crashing your teeth with his every time he pulled you closer by the neck.

“Mhm,” you moan against his mouth and staddle him.

You dip your hands in his hair. Its course, messy and hard to slide through; when you’d tried, you accidentally pulled on it. Eren groaned and bucked his hips against yours. You were parted on top of him, feeling every movement through his skin-tight suit, so, when he responded like this, you felt all of it. You release a broken moan against his lips. He releases your lips with a quick bite and covers your mouth with his hand. He continued to swirl and buck his hips into yours.

“What are you- what are you doing?” you mumble against his hand.

He continues his rocking movement, letting go of your mouth and guiding your hips back and forth on him. You could feel him getting bigger and harder. You’re not sure you’ll be able to contain your moans if he keeps going.

“What do you mean?” he breathed.

“Eren,” you place your hands on his shoulders and look at him, “we can’t.”

Eren squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back. “Why not?” he whined.

“I just—” You feel him poke you, hard and prominent. His suit’s fabric was not made for boners. “I don't think we should do this—” You’re interrupted by an involuntary moan of yours. You can’t even think straight. “Eren, you’re injured. We can’t.” You rest your forehead on his shoulder and close your eyes. It's incredibly hard to say no to him when you can feel him in all the right places. You can feel it applying pressure on your clit in the right ways and the friction had your head spinning. This is so unfair.

Eren stilled his movement and kissed the top of your head. “I’m fine. I promise.” He gave your waist a small squeeze to encourage you to move but you’ll feel too guilty if you allow this to continue any further.

You look at him. “Eren, trust me. I want it so bad.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “But think about your condition. You were half dead when you fell in my room. You’re still recovering. Let’s not abuse the little energy you have right now.”

The look on his face doesn’t budge. In his head, it doesn’t make sense you’re not having sex with him for him, since he can’t think of anything but having sex with you. But your pleading eyes hushed his thoughts.

“If you don’t want to, it’s okay.” He leans in and kisses your forehead. His lips, rough and warm. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

“Thank you.” You breathe and grab his face again. You lay a quick peck against his lips and peel yourself off his lap. Your lower body feels damp and overheated but Eren’s case is even worse. His cock throbs in pain and his balls hurt. It feels like it’ll explode at any moment now. He can’t fully believe how little you have to do to rile him up so much.

He gets up and hugs you from behind. “Thank you, baby.”

His cock pocked your ass.

“Fuck,” he whispered. He buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling you in and leaving kisses that made you feel as light and high as a cloud. He held onto your waist tightly while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You scratched his head while holding back moans, hiding them with your heavy breaths. When he let go of you, his cock brushed against your hips. You shut your eyes and bite the tiny whimper you felt bubble up in your throat away.

You turn and face him. “I’ll see you next week, Eren.”

“Tomorrow,” he says.

You frown and cross your arms. “I have to study. No distractions.”

“I’m a distraction?”

“Yes.”

“When’s the exam?” He moved toward your window, opening it.

“In three days.”

“Cool.” He looks at the piles of books on your desk and quickly extends his arm. He shoots his web at the biggest book he could spot and jumps on the outer rail of your window. He holds on to the wall outside. “I’ll just borrow this and give it back tomorrow, yeah?”

Your eyes widen, how in the fuck did he do that so quickly?

“N-”

He laughed. “Glad you’re cool with it. Love you, babe. See you tomorrow.” He jumped from your window and threw his web against a building.

You run toward your window and look up at the sky.

“Maybe we can continue where we left off!” he screamed as he swung from building to building, slowly disappearing from your vision.

Your head falls against your glassed window. You laugh as you shake your head. “I love you too.”

AHHHH I CAN FINALLY POST THIS YAYYYY. hope you guys enjoy this as much as i do <33

chap 2 will be fun hehe

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dokifluffs · 3 years

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Lullaby | Semi Eita

Pairing: Y/N isn’t mentioned so dw about this part

Genre: soft rainy day domestic Eita fluff

Author’s Note: I’m torturing @makeusfreefromthisfandom because this final draft was made February 13 and now is when I’m finally posting this

I highly recommend listening to this at 0.75 speed at the mark where it says “click play” in the imagine (so click on the gear or the ... in the top right or bottom right of your device and adjust playback speed)

timeskip Semi but no spoilers to the haikyuu main story

gif from @rivaillerose

The wind howled viciously, making leaves fly all through the wind, blowing all the trees and branches sway harshly, making it look like they were leaning to the side

All the pale underside of the leaves were visible as the skies only got darker and darker despite it only being around noon

Power all throughout the neighborhood and nearby city was blown out about an hour ago with no signs of it coming back on anytime soon

The apartment was dimly lit and still, the only movement coming from Eita as he was leaned back on the velvety couch that sat two people just enough, a baggy light blue pullover basically draped over his body with black sweatpants that hugged his waist comfortably

A faint scent of a candle lit on the table as it’s aura flickered in the dim room yet the small flame was able to impact the ambiance of the room entirely with its presence

A messy stack of blank music sheets sat on the corner of the little coffee table beside him

His fingers strummed over the various chords, mixing them up to find just the right set

But for once, his mind was blank

He couldn’t think of any new lyrics, new chords

All he could think of was blank — a clean, empty slate in his mind

He sighed, stretching himself out as he stared at the ceiling, wishing inspiration could just come but it felt like he was anchored down to a block that prevented him from moving

A heavy boom rumbled all throughout the sky, followed by a big flash of lightning as

But thats when he heard her

Sad cries began to sound through the baby monitor on the coffee table

He sat himself up, leaning his guitar against the side of the couch as he walked down the hall toward the small nursery room the apartment could offer, his steps creaking just the slightest with every step

The small room was dimly lit, a star projector light casting the exquisite colors as the stars moved slowly across the ceilings and walls

“Hey, honeybun,” Semi’s voice was gentle as his heart melted into a puddle seeing his five month old baby girl

Her face squished and eyes squeezed shut

her little feet and fists curled up as she let her cries out

Her damp and wet chubby cheeks he was obsessed with

“What’s gotten you so upset?” He coped as leaned over the edge of the crib, carefully scooping her up into his embrace

Her minuscule hands wrapped around the loose fabric of the pullover to the best of her abilities

She cried resting her head on his shoulder, her small body shaking she cried

“Papa’s here~ no need to cry,” he sing song whispered as he swayed side to side, lightly patting her bad

“Papa’s here to dry those eyes, not letting the little stars disappear from them~” he gunned to a tune he made up

He continued his hums as he left the small room, bringing her to the living room where it was even darker now that a storm was being unleashed outside as the wind’s strength picked up

The little girl’s distressful cries turned into little coughs and sniffily whimpers as they died down now that she was being held, the low silky voice of her papa soothing her

Little hiccups sounded from her as he slipped onto the couch, leaning down comfortably into the position he was in, laying her down on his chest

“Aw, my little bun, it’s okay, shhh…”

He held her close like she was glass but in Rita’s eyes, he was holding such a precious star no universe could be blessed to have

She was his little star and he never wanted her shine to ever cease for a single moment

Not for anyone or anything

“Nap time, hon bun,” he whispered as he carefully reached to the side, picking up his guitar

He laid the instrument on his lap with his legs propped up on the other arm of the chair as he began to let his fingers strum

“Wise men say... only fools rush in...” his voice fit the song so perfectly as his fingers slowly waltzed on the strings of his guitar just enough so it could be heard in this little space

“But I can’t help, falling in love... with.. you..” the softest smile pulled at his lips as he adored his little girl laid still on him, her back slowly rising and falling

She laid still on

“Shall I stay.. would it be a sin... for I can’t help.. falling in love with you...”

he melted his lips to the top of her head as she finally rested for her nap to the music of her papa’s lullaby

He continued his music at a low volume as she slept on him soundly, his little girl had set him free, letting his inspiration soar as all he could think of was how much she meant to him

“For I... can’t help... falling in love... with.. you.”

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the-lady-of-stars · 4 years

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Wishing you were somehow here again - Pt. 2

Commander Wolffe x Jedi ! Reader

Summary: The time has come... execute order 66

Warnings: Character death!! Injury/fighting/violence. Angst... and lots of it. I would say I’m sorry but I’m really just out here living my best life writing some lovely heartbreak 💞💖💘

A/N: I listened to across the stars the entire time I wrote this for that extra angsty vibe 😇 hope u enjoy bb. If you haven’t read part 1 I recommend giving it a read before this! : ) Also dw I am not leaving it at this, there will be a Part 3. I’m not that mean ☺️

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Cato Neimoidia. What a beautiful city to fly over.

You, Master Plo and the rest of the 104th Batallion had been assigned to the planet in hopes of besieging a Trade Federation stronghold.

You peered out the windows of your starfighter at the rocky arches of the surrounding environment, enjoying the brief moment of peace and beauty this war had offered you. In front of you flew your master, Plo Koon, behind you Commander Wolffe, your beloved, then the rest of the pack trailed behind.

You ran a finger over the makeshift grass ring that adorned your left hand, your heart skipping a beat at the mere thought of the previous week’s events. Your husband, in spirit at least. You planned to have a real wedding in the future, perhaps on Naboo if you could manage to pull a few strings with Skywalker. His marriage to the Senator had been no secret to you, so surely Anakin would not mind helping you with yours.

You could picture it now, a marble balcony overlooking the waterfalls of Naboo, the burning orange sun gleaming from them as you kissed each other like no one was watching. Your master would be there to officiate it- he knew about you and his Commander, of course. You never had been able to hide anything from him. Master Plo had always been somewhat of a father figure to you ever since he took you as his Padawan when you were little, so of course he quickly noticed the bond forming between you and Wolffe. Much as Qui-Gon had turned a blind eye to Obi-Wan and Satine, your master had said nothing about the subject except that he wanted you to be happy, and if Wolffe provided you with such happiness then he was more than willing to protect your little secret, although you briefly remember Wolffe mentioning something about receiving an ‘if-you-ever-break-her-heart-you’re-dead’ speech from him, but you decided not to inquire further. The rest of the pack would be there of course. They were family, and without them to watch it would be no wedding at all.

Being in a starfighter, you had no means of communicating with Wolffe except over the comm channel which also included the rest of the battalion, and you weren't in the mood to put up with Boost’s usual quips. You could, however, radiate love in his direction through the force, so that’s what you did.

Wolffe’s chest pounded as he felt your force signature surround him like a ghostly embrace. It brought a heat to his cheeks, hands gripping the controls tighter. Any nerves from the mission dissipated and he was left feeling warm and whole. He thought to himself then that he did not ever want to feel any other way. Blissful. He was no Jedi, didn’t have a lick of force-sensitivity, but he could damn well try to return the sentiment. He found himself furrowing his brows and squinting slightly, while with all his might he mustered up his favourite memories of you, trying his best to radiate the way you made him feel. He hoped you could feel it.

You could. A soft, breathy chuckle burst from your lips at his efforts, at how truly sweet your tough Commander was on the inside. There were few things you could be sure of in life, but the dream of really marrying him was one of them. One day, hopefully soon, you would see him stood o- what was wrong? The adoration Wolffe was radiating suddenly cut off as though someone had flicked a switch, nothing but neutrality emanating from him now. Opening yourself up to more force signatures you felt the same emotion from the rest of the boys behind you. Something was wrong, and your master clearly sensed it too as the only real emotion you could sense was his confusion.

“Men, is something the matter?” Plo spoke over the comm channel.

There was a momentary pause, then Wolffe was the next to speak.

“General Plo Koon, General Y/N Y/L/N, you are both subject to execution under Order 66 due to crimes against the Republic.”

Before either you or your master could say a word your ships burst into flames, your own men firing right at you. The engine was destroyed- there was nothing you could do but wail Wolffe’s name in one last desperate plea as your ship began to plummet down towards the rocky terrain of Cato Neimoidia. Smoke. Heat. Burning. Sharp. Pain. Then nothing. The world went black as your starfighter made contact with the ground. The last thing you saw before your eyes closed was the sight of your master laying dead on the ground nearby.

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Your ears rang, a sharp tone muffling the sound of shouting voices. Clones. A pang of fear shot straight to your heart as you remembered how they had attempted to kill you, and how they had succeeded with your dear master. You flinched up instinctively, wanting to run but collapsing the second you so much as moved due to the piercing pain that struck your entire body. You whimpered, tears pricking at your eyes, hearing the clones get closer.

It seemed that the crash had thrown you from your starfighter and into an alcove in the rocks, which gave you the slightest bit of shelter. As the ringing in your ears subsided a little you heard a pair of footsteps drawing closer to your position. You dug your fingers into the ground, desperately trying to get to your feet so you could defend yourself but with no luck. There was a small cave entrance a few metres away which could offer you a hiding place, but you weren’t fast enough. A boot planted onto your back, pinning you down and earning a yelp.

You craned your head back, trying to see who had a hold of you through the tears which had welled up.

Wolffe. But he looked nothing like the Wolffe you knew. Your Wolffe never so much as glanced at you without tenderness, but now? A snarl had replaced his smile, eyes glaring down at you like a predator.

“Wolffe-” you choked out, which resulted in him pressing his foot down further.

“Jedi,” he practically growled. “You are to be executed for your crimes against the Republic.”

Before he could make another move, you mustered all the strength you could find and pushed him away from you and into the cave entrance nearby with the force, enough to keep him subdued for a minute or so. Still riding the spike of energy, you pulled yourself to your feet, making your way over to the miniature medical droid which was kept in each starfighter, which had clearly fallen from the crash with you. You brought it to you with the force, pressing the on button once it was in your hands. The droid buzzed to life, whirring around you in circles, clearly in distress at your state.

“Not me,” your voice was coarse. “Give the Commander a full head scan. I’m looking for something. A chip, possibly?” You nodded your head in the direction of Wolffe slumped over in the cave entrance, the droid zooming over to him immediately.

When you finally made it over to the cave the droid repeatedly made a beeping sound over one particular part of Wolffe’s head.

“What’d you find?”

The droid pulled up a hologram, a red circle highlighting a small piece of organic matter.

“This appears to be some kind of tumour, which is not normally found in human brains,” it announced.

Your eyes widened, all the breath leaving your body. Fives had been right all along. There really was a chip hidden in the clones.

“Remove it.”

“But- General- I don’t think this is the place to-”

“Now!” you spoke sternly, trying to keep your voice down so the other clones wouldn’t find you. They’d notice sooner or later that their Commander was missing, but you had until them to remove that chip.

“Very well, General. You may want to look away for this.”

A anaesthesia shot was pricked into Wolffe’s neck before the droid protruded an arm with a red laser attached to the end, beginning to cut a hole into his head. You winced, closing your eyes and holding on to Wolffe’s hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

“You’ll be okay, my love,” you spoke under your breath to him, rubbing soothing circles on Wolffe’s palm. “I’ve got you.”

The whirring stopped. You opened your eyes again to see what was going on when the droid announced, “The procedure has been completed and the chip has been successfully removed. The Commander will awaken momentarily.”

“Thank you, you can shut down now,” you told the droid, shuffling closer to Wolffe so he knew you were there when he woke up.

About thirty seconds later, Wolffe began to stir. With a groan he reached a hand up to his head, thumbing over the gauze the incision had been covered by.

“Ahh, where am I?”

“Wolffe? Wolffe, my love, look at me. Look at me, please.”

With a grimace he turned his head to look at you, blinking a few times before his eyes widened like saucers.

“Cyare! What happened to you? Are you okay? Who did this to you?” he panicked, getting to his knees so he could rake his eyes over you better.

“Oh, Wolffe...” he was back. Your Wolffe was back. You couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, throwing yourself into his arms and sobbing wildly.

“Oh shhh, shhh easy Cyare. I’ve got you now, you’re safe my sweet girl,” he cooed, rubbing his hands soothingly over your upper arms. “What happened?”

Wolffe paused, looking over at your burning starfighter, at his brothers slightly behind it stood around the body of General Plo. General Plo. Order 66. Oh. He launched himself away from you, breathing frantically.

“It was me. I’m what happened. I- I did this. Order 66. I killed General Plo and I nearly killed you- oh stars...” Wolffe looked down at his shaking hands, thinking about what he had done with them.

“Wolffe, look at me. Hey. Look,” you got closer to him, taking his hands in yours to ground him. Still trembling he brought his eyes to yours, tears streaming down his cheeks. “That was not you, my love. That was Sidious. He was controlling you and all the other clones through the chips in your brain. They were planted there for that very reason. I do not blame you, nobody blames you. This was not your fault at all.”

Wolffe broke down into a flurry of “I’m sorry” and “forgive me” but you just pulled him into your chest, holding him tight, pressing kisses to his temple and his cheeks to reassure him.

“Wolffe, my love, we don’t have much time. Your brothers are still looking for me to check if I’m dead and I’m sure they’ve noticed you’re missing by now. They’ll find us. I removed your chip but they’re still under control of Sidious. We have to leave.”

“No,” Wolffe choked sternly.

“No? What do you mean no?”

“You don’t have a ship any more, and if you ran now they’d see you and kill you on sight. I need to go back, to tell them I found your body and disposed of it. Then you run when we leave. Run and never come back, you hear me?”

Wolffe spoke through tears, clasping your shoulders tightly to make sure you heard every word.

“No, no, Wolffe you can’t do that. I’m not going anywhere without you. I’m not leaving you to Sidious. I love you.”

“Y/N, please. My sweet girl. Oh, look at you. I wanted to marry you so bad. More than anything. But now I realise what I want more than anything is to keep you alive, even if that means I can’t be yours any more. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much,” he moved his hands up to cup your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “Don’t you go coming back to find me now, you hear me? Run and never come back. Make a life for yourself. You do that for me, hmm? Promise me,” he wept, wet eyes looking straight into yours.

“Okay. Okay I promise,” you felt your heart tearing in two.

“That’s a good girl. My good girl,” he spoke softly.

“Wolffe-” you whimpered.

“I know, I know, love. Everything will be alright.”

Wolffe sighed, heart visibly breaking. His glassy eyes observed your face as though it would be the last time he would ever see it. And it would.

Unable to find any other words to say, Wolffe leaned down and kissed you one last time, tears mingling on your cheeks. His lips pressed hard against yours, clinging on to the moment as long as you both could. When he finally pulled away you chased after him, not ready to let go.

“I have to go, cyare. Back to my brothers. I’ll be alright, don’t you worry about me, hmm? You stay safe now, I mean it. I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

Wolffe stood, absorbing the sight of you. How this was the last time he’d ever see his girl. With one final sigh he tore his eyes from you and tipped his helmet back on, exiting the cave and leaving everything he ever loved behind.

The war left its scars on everyone, but Wolffe knew these ones would never heal.

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monaownsmyass · 4 years

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Girl Friends

Requested fic by anon. (If you have any fic ideas or requests you'd like me to write, you can leave me an ask!)

Book: Open Heart 2, (after) Chapter 15

Pairing: Jackie Varma x f!MC (Casey Valentine)

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG13

Word Count: 3,145

A/N: Jackie has something special planned for MC. Okay ngl, I STRUGGLED with this one. Idk why but I did so I’m sorry if it’s not the best but dw, there’ll be more hopefully better Jackie x MC fics in the future! Also @playchoices make MC and their LI official challenge.

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"Do you know what's up with Jackie?" I asked Sienna and Elijah while we had brunch together at the dining table. Aurora and Jackie were at work but we were off today. "She's been a little jumpy lately."

They looked at each other then back at me.

"I mean I know she had that whole thing with Panacea Labs but I don't know... this feels... different," I explained further. "She won't even tell me what's wrong!"

Elijah let out a cough while Sienna just ate her cereal quietly, suddenly very interested in the little loops floating in milk.

I squinted at them. "You both know something."

Elijah looked away, not wanting to face me but Sienna's head shot up and her eyes widened.

"What? Of course not!" she exclaimed defensively. "Why would we? Right, Elijah?"

She chuckled nervously and I heard her murmur, 'oh god' under her breath. Elijah glared at Sienna and whispered to her 'shhh!'.

"I'm right here!" I threw my arms up in disbelief. "If you guys know something, you better spill! And don't even try lying to me."

"Okay, yeah we know something," Elijah admitted and Sienna gazed at him worriedly. "But we can't tell you, I'm sorry."

"Why not?" I questioned, feeling myself get annoyed. "I'm worried for her, I've never seen Jackie so on edge and it's stressing me out!"

"She's planning to take you out tonight!" Sienna blurted then immediately covered her mouth with her hands.

"Sienna!" Elijah shouted.

"What?" Sienna screamed back. "She was gonna find out eventually! Jackie's gonna call her anytime now!"

And just like magic, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Casey," I heard Jackie say nonchalantly. "What's up?"

"Just having brunch with Sienna and Elijah." I shot them a glare and saw them shrink a little in their seats. "Did you need anything?"

"Uh, yeah, actually," she replied awkwardly. "How do you feel about dinner?"

"I have strong feelings about it," I joked. "I don't have it every day but it is pretty important."

I heard her scoff on the other side and I could almost see her eye roll and smile. "I meant with me, doofus."

"Dr. Jackie Varma," I said dramatically. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

"God, I'm regretting it already."

She wasn't.

"That wasn't an answer," I teased.

"Hypothetically, if I were to ask you to put on something nice and get ready by 7 for me to fetch you to take you out for dinner, would you?" she avoided the question and I couldn't help the grin forming on my face.

"Hypothetically, of course!"

"So I'll see you at 7?"

"I thought you said it was hypothetical?" I messed with her.

"Oh my god," she groaned. "You're such a dork, I'll see you later."

I laughed at her frustration. "Alright, alright, bye, have a good day at work."

We hung up and I turned to find Sienna and Elijah looking at me cautiously.

"That's what's been bothering her?"

"Uh, yeah," Elijah sputtered out. "Yup, that's it."

"But I don't get why she's been jumpy, we've been out for dinner together before," I stated, confused.

The only response I got was Elijah shrugging while Sienna covered her mouth.

I narrowed my eyes at them. "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"No! Of course not!" Sienna squealed in a voice that was higher than usual.

Obviously, I didn't believe them but I decided to let them off the hook.

"Fine, I'll figure it out myself. But at least just tell me Jackie is alright. Tell me nothing bad happened."

"Nothing like that!" Sienna said immediately.

"She's fine, don't worry about it." That was Elijah.

"Okay. Okay, that's all I need to know."

They were visibly relieved that I dropped the subject but I couldn't help but wonder, what the hell was going on?

~*~*~

It was just before 7p.m. and I was touching up my make up. I leaned back and looked at myself in the mirror to make sure I was presentable.

I was wearing a black body-con mini dress with a plunging neckline that was covered in sequins, making it glitter. My makeup was done to perfection and so was my hair.

I turned to admire my reflection and you know what? Screw presentable.

I looked amazing!

I heard the doorbell ring and I grabbed my purse, rushing out to answer it.

I saw Elijah and Sienna sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV. I remembered him saying something to Sienna about showing her this action series he's been into during brunch but my mind was still too busy on Jackie to be focusing.

"Oh my gosh!" Sienna shouted when she saw me. "You look great!"

"You planning to make Jackie pass out?" Elijah joked.

"Thanks, guys," I laughed and grinned, moving to answer the door.

I opened it and there she stood, the woman I came to care for, who's always had my back and been there for me through thick and thin. The woman I adored and was the most important person to me in the world, staring at me as if she's be struck by lightning.

And I was sure I was looking at her the same way.

She was wearing a dazzling dark blue halter neck dress that ended mid-thighs, showing off her body. The collar was covered in rhinestones and she wore a bracelet to match.

Her hair was in her usual chignon style while her makeup highlighted her already strikingly beautiful features.

Jackie looked gorgeous!

"Damn," she whispered. Her wide eyes started to smoulder and her slightly agape mouth turned into a grin. She bit her lip.

She sauntered up to me and slid her hands to my waist, eyes running up and down my figure and finally landing on my chest. I shivered under her touch and gaze.

"You cleaned up good."

"Are you talking to me or my boobs?" I laughed and she dragged her eyes up to mine, offering me a mischievous smile.

Her hand grabbed onto the back of my neck and she pulled me into a kiss. Our lips met in passionate haste. Her other hand roamed my back as mine rested against her hips. I felt the familiar butterflies start to flutter in the pit of my stomach when she kissed me.

We pulled away when we heard Sienna shout, "Not again! Please!"

We burst out laughing against each other's lips and decided to stop traumatising the poor girl.

"Hey, Sienna, Elijah," Jackie greeted them, peering into our apartment.

They greeted her back and before we could walk away to head to her car, Sienna shouted, "Have fun! Good luck!"

Jackie shut the door in a hurry and placed a hand on the small of my back, leading me away from our apartment.

"Good luck?" I looked at Jackie questioningly. "What for?"

Jackie shrugged her shoulders. "Who knows with that girl."

My brows creased skeptically but once again, brush it off. Maybe she was right.

When we made it to her car, she stopped me.

"Wait, I got something for you." She opened the back door of her car and pulled out a bouquet of sunflowers. She presented them to me, avoiding eye contact and said, "Here."

"Aww, Jackie! This is so sweet!" My heart melted at the sight.

"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome," she murmured.

I accepted them and stepped closer to her. "Aw, you're embarrassed too!"

"I'm not!" she huffed and I giggled, placing a hand on her cheek to direct her gaze to meet mine.

Her skin burned under my touch. Yup, she was definitely blushing.

"You're so cute," I said and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Not exactly my brand," she said with a sly grin. "But I'll take it."

She opened the passenger's seat door for me and I ushered me in, me still holding the bouquet.

She closed the door behind me and got into the driver's side. She started the engine and pulled out of the car park.

Throughout the entire car ride, Jackie was jittery. I noticed her fingers drumming against the steering wheel which I've come to learn meant that she was nervous even if her face was stoic.

"You okay?" I asked her worriedly.

"Oh, yeah," she said mindlessly and turned the corner.

"If you say so," I said quietly and the rest of the ride was silent until we reached our destination.

Jackie parked a few blocks away so we had to walk to the restaurant. Once again, she opened the door for me and this time, offered me her arm hesitantly.

To say I was shocked was an understatement. It was definitely a pleasant surprise but this was way out of Jackie's character, I wasn't even sure if this was the same woman.

Wordlessly, I looped my arm around hers as we made our way to dinner, trying to neutralise my surprised expression.

We stopped in front of a grand restaurant which definitely looked like a meal here cost more than our rent.

"Jackie!" I turned to her. "We're having dinner here?"

"Yeah, is it too much?" she asked hurriedly. "If it is, we can just go somewhere simpler."

"No! No, it's just that, can we afford this?"

Jackie's face fell into relief. "Oh, don't worry about it, I've been saving up for a while now." She bit her lip and she lead me into the building. "Also the parents of one of my patients owns the place and they said they'd give me a discount but that's not important," she said jokingly with a smile.

I let out a laugh as Jackie checked our reservations with the maître d'. A waiter lead us to our table and we took our seats.

We opened the menus and after a while, Jackie said, "Okay, I have no idea what any of these are."

"Me neither," I giggled, trying to make out some of the words. "I think this one is... duck?"

"How sure are you?"

"Not at all."

We laughed and Jackie spoke.

"Alright, alright, why don't I randomly pick something for you, just tell me when to stop."

She ran her finger up and down the menu.

"Stop!" Jackie stopped her finger and squinted at the menu item her finger landed on. "What is it?"

"As if I know," she replied laughing. "You'll find out later."

I did the same for her and after we ordered when the waiter returned, I asked, "So was this outfit what you were sneaking out in that garment bag this morning?"

"You saw that?" She gave me a surprised look.

"'Cuz I definitely couldn't see it behind your back when you came into my room this morning to kiss me goodbye," I grinned as I watched her soul leave her body.

"You were awake?!"

I nodded, trying to hold back my laughter. "I always am when you do."

"Oh god," she groaned and hid her face behind her hand. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was waiting for the perfect moment to reveal it so I can tease you and revel in your embarrassment. Which so happens to be now!" I stated proudly.

"That's it, I'm never giving you a forehead kiss ever again." She crossed her arms and slumped in her seat.

"Aw, come on," I reached out to take her hand in mine. "Pleaseeeee?"

She rolled her eyes but fought the grin appearing on her lips. "I'll think about it."

Just then, our food was placed in front of us and we just stared at our respective orders for a good minute.

"What is this?" Jackie asked.

"I wish I knew."

We looked at each other's plates and burst out laughing.

"After you," I said.

"No way, we're doing this together!" She smirked at me. "Unless the great Dr. Valentine is scared of a little..." she trailed off, trying to figure out what was served in front of us. "Whatever that is."

I grinned. "Of course you'd make a competition out of this."

"Hey, less talking, more eating."

We both cut out a small chunk of our food and lifted it to mouths.

"Okay," she said. "Three, two, one..."

Jackie and I bite into the forkful and braced ourselves for the worst. But it wasn't the worst... nor was it the best either?

"I can't tell if I like it or not.. or what this even is," I admitted.

"Me neither."

We looked at each other and started laughing again.

"Let's just stick to sushi next time."

"Agreed," I said, still giggling.

We talked as we ate but I could still sense that Jackie was tense.

"Am I missing something?"

"Hm?"

"The sudden dinner date, the flowers, the opening doors for me," I explained. "Don't get me wrong, I love it, and it's really sweet of you... but you, well, normally you don't do stuff like this. Is there a special occasion today? Did I forget something?"

She glanced at me then back at her food.

"I just wanted to do something nice for you," she said quietly.

I grinned at her, "Well, I definitely won't complain about that, so thank you, but is that it?"

Jackie started playing with her food, obviously trying to avoid the question.

"What's wrong?" I took her hand in mine from across the table. She let me intertwine our fingers together and I squeezed.

"Nothing, nothing, just a little tired from work."

"Jackie..."

She looked me in the eyes and her gaze softened from seeing my worried expression.

"Can we get out of here?" she asked.

"Are you done eating?"

"We can grab a hotdog or something if you want," she grinned and stood up. "Not like you were actually enjoying it, right?"

I chuckled and let Jackie guide me out of the restaurant.

When we got out, she turned to the opposite direction from where she parked her car.

"Er, where are you going?"

"To go get you a hotdog," she motioned me to follow her. "There's a stand nearby. Also, I need to talk with you."

Uhhh, that didn't sound good.

"Talk to me?" I puzzled, worried. "About what?"

"Nothing bad, don't worry, I'll explain after I get you some food."

She bought me a hot dog but didn't get one for herself.

"You don't want one?"

"Nah," she shook her head. "And I, uh, I'm not gonna lie, a little too nervous to think about food right now."

"Why...?"

She took a deep breath as we strolled down the empty street. "Promise me you won't say anything until I'm done? I just... I have to get it all out."

"Is that why you got me a hotdog?" I tried to lighten the mood even though I could feel my heart sink to my stomach. "To shut me up while you talk?"

She snorted. "Even if I did, would you complain?"

"About getting free food? Never."

"Exactly," she let out a soft laugh.

I glanced at her and I knew she was trying to gather her thoughts. I let her, finishing my hot dog in the meantime. Finally, after a few minutes, she spoke up.

"Okay," she began. "I think it's pretty obvious, I'm not one for romance. I'm not the most romantic and I'm no good at it. But it didn't matter, because I thought it was a waste of time, that relationships were a waste of time. I was used to hookups and one-night-stands. And when I first saw you, I thought it would be the same." She paused for a moment and glanced at me. "Except it wasn't."

My heartbeat picked up at her confession and my eyes never left her face even though she wasn't looking at me. A million emotions raced in me.

"I told you during our intern year that I was avoiding you because you were a distraction. Which was true, but I was also avoiding you because I couldn't remember the last time I felt this way about someone. Or if I ever have. I don't do the whole relationship thing, hell, the last was probably in high school. And I thought I'd never get into another one again... but then you came along. I pushed you away but you were still there for me."

She stopped walking and I followed. She looked me in the eyes, gaze never wavering and I stared back into hers. You didn't have to, but you did and suddenly, I could picture me doing all of this... with you. The romance, the commitment, everything. I've never cared about anyone more than I do you. You're the most important thing in my life, Casey. And I don't want to lose you."

She inhaled deeply and slowly let it out, steeling herself to say the next words. "So what I'm asking is... what I'm trying to say... ugh!" she slid her hand over her face and blurted out, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

She composed herself and cautiously took both my hands in hers, adding on softly, “And can I be yours?”

I looked at her, stunned. “Really?”

“Uh, yeah,” Jackie let go of hands rubbed the back of her neck. “Unless, you don’t want to,” she quickly said. “The forget I even asked-“

I cut her off by pulling her into me by the waist, smashing my lips against hers. Hers arms instinctively made their way around my neck to bring me closer. I could feel her racing heart drumming against my own as our lips moved in sync, passion crashing between us.

I broke off the kiss, feeling breathless, arms still around each other. "Yes!"

Jackie laughed blissfully into the night, "Yeah, I think you made it pretty clear."

“That’s why you’ve been skittish all week?”

Jackie scoffed. “I have not been skittish.”

“You so have been!” I argued. “That explains the flowers and everything!”

“That’s Bryce’s idea,” she muttered. “Blame the Scalpel Jockey for most of it.”

“More like thank him,” I laughed. “I can definitely see Bryce written all over this evening.”

“Ugh, I can’t believe I went to him for advice,” she smiled. “I must have been pretty desperate.”

I giggled. “And I’m guessing Bryce told Sienna and Elijah?”

“And Raf and Kyra. And Sienna told Aurora,” she went on. “They were more excited than me.”

“’Cuz you were peeing your pants?” I teased.

She rolled her eyes but let out a small grin. “I plead the fifth.”

“Whatever you say, girlfriend.”

Jackie beamed and pulled me back into her. “Shut up,” she whispered against my lips as she kissed me.

And so there we stood, under the streetlight with no one else in sight, trapped in each other’s arms as our lips locked in an embrace, with me finally getting to call this amazing woman my girlfriend.

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friendamedes · 4 years

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Tenrose, 67, 68. :)

MY BABIES,, MY LOVES,,, real talk here tenrose is,,,, my favorite ship in dw of all time (excepting thoschei, but im love them the same amount which is really saying something) (legitimately i have gotten called out by friends for talking about them too much) A n y wa y...

67: “How do you smell so good?”

68: “Where have all my jumpers gone?”

Donna curls her knees up to her chest, elbowing the Doctor gently and whispering, “I think you were right about the stars.”

The Doctor sighs, lying back and staring at them, countless and glittering. “Tell me if you see a meteor.”

“To make a wish?” peeps Martha, from the other end of their picnic blanket.

The Doctor smiles; it has been a long time since he wished on a shooting star, and he opens his mouth to reply, but: “Nah, he just likes to see them dash around,” says the Master.

“Shush up. Aren’t we missing somebody?”

They take a moment to count each other. The Doctor is missing something glaringly obvious, although he feels like it hasn’t quite occurred to him what, and he thinks his brain is slowly assembling the pieces until… “Ohhhhh.”

Donna giggles at him. The Doctor ignores her. “Rose!” he shouts to the empty air, hoping his voice will find its way into the TARDIS.

“I’m trying to find my sweater!”

“Master.” The Doctor shoves his coat at him. “Give her this.”

“What. You give her that.”

“No.”

The Master scrambles to his feet and jogs off towards their spaceship. He returns with company a few minutes later.

Rose looks tiny in his clothes, the fabric practically dripping off her, reducing her to a blonde head of hair and two slightly annoyed brown eyes. “Doesn’t quite fit.”

The Doctor shrugs and pats the blanket next to him. It was not quite big enough for him, the Master, Donna, and Martha, and it is certainly not going to be big enough for all five of them, so Rose curls up halfway on top of him. Next to them, Donna and Martha huddle together.

“Stars’re nice,” murmurs Rose, running her hand through the Doctor’s hair. He nearly protests — it took ages to gel this morning — but she smells good and her lips are so close to his skin that he can’t say a word. “Where are my jumpers?”

“I don’t know.”

“Liar.” Rose kisses him on his cheekbone. “Stealing them again?”

“They wouldn’t fit me.” The Doctor threads his fingers through Rose’s hair in return. “What perfume is that?”

“It’s shampoo. You’ve got to guess.”

“Shhh!” Martha shouts from next to them. “Look.”

The Doctor quiets to watch the first star trace itself across the sky, leaving a flash of brightness and then disappearing forever. “Make a wish,” he says.

“Shut it,” says the Master.

Rose traces a finger down the Doctor’s nose. “I wish you’d tell me where my jumpers are.”

“You can’t say your wish or it won’t come true,” says the Doctor, vaguely obstinate.

“Can too. You can’t say birthday wishes. Stars…” Rose quiets for a moment, and the Doctor thinks she’s lost her train of thought. When she speaks, it’s with a strange reverence. “Stars are too far away to hear us,” she says.

The Doctor thinks about this. “If the stars hear you, do they ruin it?”

“I guess.”

“Like djinni.”

“I don’t know.”

The Doctor lifts a bit of hair up to his nose surreptitiously, trying to place the scent. “Hmmm.”

“Doctor! That’s creepy.” Rose kisses the corner of the Doctor’s mouth. “It’s, erm, apple.”

“Apple? No, that’s wrong.”

They watch the stars dart across the black sky. “Where are my jumpers?”

“I don’t have them.”

“Sure.”

“They’re…. uh, in the second drawer next to my bed.” The Doctor pauses. “Don’t look at me that way! They uh. They smell like you.”

“Hah.” Rose snuggles up to him, warm and glorious and beautiful.

“And what does your hair smell like?”

“Oh, pear,” says Rose, laughing, “Like it?”

“Pear?!”

The Master hits him over the head. “Hey, can you be besotted fools a little more quietly?”

“Pear?!” whispers the Doctor.

“Shhh, shhh.” Rose strokes his hair, ruining the gel even further. “Look! More stars. Make a wish.”

“Pear…”

“Wish for no more pears.”

“I wish for no more pears,” grumbles the Doctor.

Rose laughs, the moonlight and incessant shooting stars illuminating her skin. “A few more pears?”

“You’re so pretty,” says the Doctor, his mouth curving up lazily. Besotted might be the right word for it after all. He can’t particularly think when she looks like this, all ethereal and starlit and drowning in his coat.

She releases him from having to think at all, soon enough.

“Uugh! Stop kissing during the meteor shower!”

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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A second chance; Pond family x toddler reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this request was from over 8343984 years ago a prequel based off of this fic I made for the 11th doctor “do you wanna have a snow day”. So to the anon who requested this I hope you like what I’ve developed and THANK YOU FOR BEING SOOO PATIENT WITH ME :) I promise anyone who sent me a request last year you will get it ASAP I PROMISE!!! So not really any warnings persay just some good ol fluffiness and cutesy stuff. Plus the true sharing of the OTP of DW. Enjoy my lovelies :)

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A knock was heard at the door of the Pond family. Amy groaned and shook Rory’s arm.

“Rory. Rory someone’s at the door.”

“I didn’t hear anything.” Rory groaned tiredly.

“Go down and see who it is.” Rory groaned but got out of bed and sluggishly headed down the stairs.

When he arrived at the front door, he unlocked it before finally opening it to reveal no one was there. Since this had been a full waste of time, he decided to shut the door and head back up to bed. But just before he fully closed it, a familiar voice rang up.

“Uncah Rory.” Immediately his eyes shot up and he became more awake as he opened the door once more and looked down to see (y/n). The Doctor’s 2 year old baby girl.

“(Y)—(y/n)?” he gapped out.

“Hiyah Uncah Rory.” She smiled and waved happily. Rory immediately picked her up and brought her inside and kept hold of her as he said.

“(Y/n), sweetheart wh—where’s your dad at?”

“Daddy? I—I have a daddy?”

“Rory what the he—” Amy’s voice soon rang up as she now came downstairs and the second she saw (y/n), her eyes widened and she said to Rory “Is—is that?”

“Mm-hmm.” Rory nodded. “But that’s not the only thing, she doesn’t remember him.”

It was at that point the Ponds were beyond confused.

They now had (y/n) in the middle of their living room playing with an old doll that once belonged to Amy when she was a little girl while they stood in the kitchen to talk privately.

“How does she not remember him?” said Amy.

“Maybe something happened and someone wiped her memory of him” Rory suggested.

“Then why hasn’t he come here yet? You’d think the Doctor would know immediately where she is since she’s connected to the TARDIS.”

“You are correct Amy, but this goes a lot deeper than you think.” They both turned around and there stood their first born child, Melody or as the galaxy knew her as, Rover Song.

“River.” Muttered Amy.

“Hello mum, dad.” She said with a solemn smile.

“So what did you mean bigger than we think River?” asked Rory. River sighed solemnly and she answered her father.

“I can’t say much, but what I can say is that (y/n) is no longer safe with the Doctor.”

“Why what happened? Is he alright? Is he—”

“He’s fine mum. He’s just…..going through some things at the moment. Remember I am his future, I know everything that is to happen to him and I saw this coming from the moment she was born.”

“Did you know she would lose her memory? How was it taken from her?”

“He took it from her. He’s done it before but this was the hardest thing he ever had to do. She can no longer remember that her father is the legendary warrior the Doctor. And you both cannot tell her about it either, if even one crack is open in her memory it could cause a chaotic reaction.”

“But why did he do it? Please River at least answer us that, why can’t she be allowed to remember her own father?” asked Amy.

“I promised I wouldn’t tell but—given the fact that you are her grandparents you at least deserve to know. Because the last mission they were on together, he almost lost her.”

The Ponds turned to (y/n) with a shocked expressions.

“So what do we do now?” asked Rory.

“The Doctor wouldn’t have trusted anyone else but you two with her.”

“Wait what? No River we—we can’t we never……”

“I know you missed your chance to raise me mum, but as her mother I’ll for once agree with that stubborn man. She’s not safe with either of us. And if anyone can raise her in a normal, stable life it’s you two. This could be your second chance for both of you.” Amy and Rory turned to each other anxiously. “Please say you’ll do it, I won’t take no for an answer. I believe in you two.” Then with a turn of her time travel watch, she vanished from their sites.

“God sometimes I hate it when she does that.” Muttered Rory.

“Yeah well she gets that from you.” Amy stated bluntly. Rory gawked at her but before he could say anything, she left the kitchen and headed back to the living room where (y/n) was starting to get a little fussy now. “What’s wrong love?” Amy cooed as she picked her up.

“I think she might be hungry.” They took her back to the kitchen and with no highchair, Amy decided to just keep her in her lap while Rory looked through the fridge and the cabinets to see what they all had.

“I’ll run by the store tomorrow and get some supplies for her.”

“Also some food too. All I can find here that would be suitable for her is either some tomatoes and fish fingers and custard.”

“Try the latter.” Remembering how her father was obsessed with fish fingers and custard when she first met him when she was a little girl, Amy thought that maybe (y/n) might like them too.

Rory warmed up the fish fingers and prepared the custard. Once the fish fingers were done, he cut them up into small pieces small enough for (y/n) not to choke. He then used a fork to poke one of the pieces and he held it out to (y/n).

She took one look at it and pushed it aside exclaiming out.

“Yuckie!”

“Okay, try the tomato.” Rory set aside the first dish and took out one of the tomatoes and cut it up into small pieces. He placed them on a plate and held it out to (y/n) who kept turning her head aside refusing to look at it even as Rory tried to get her to look at them.

After the failed attempt of getting her to eat, (y/n) suddenly began to cry.

“Shhh, shh it’s okay. It’s okay honey.” Amy tried to soothe her.

“Wait—you…..you don’t think she needs to be….you know.” Rory didn’t even want to say it. Amy turned to him and said.

“What?’

“You know—changed.” Amy then looked down at (y/n) and felt her pants and she did feel a little damp. It was at that point they had a situation on their hands.

Thanks to a neighbor who had a toddler around (y/n)’s eyes that was still using diapers, they now had (y/n) lying on their bed with a couple of diapers to settle her till morning for Amy to go to the store.

“So do you know how—” Rory started off.

“How should I know?”

“I thought all girls were supposed to automatically know this stuff?” Amy turned toward Rory and stared at him offendedly.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that. Now come on, we can do this, together.” Rory turned to his wife and nodded as he said.

“Together.”

But all that resulted in was Rory fainting as soon as the horrible stench filled the air.

After the whole diaper changing incident, Amy and Rory decided to go back to bed. They set (y/n) between the two of them until they got her a bed.

“Think you can stay here for tonight (y/n)?” Amy asked. (Y/n) nodded and she yawned as she tiredly spoke.

“Night, night Auntie Amy, night, night uncah Rory.”

“Goodnight poppet.” Rory said. He then reached over and turned off the light and soon the Ponds and (y/n) fell fast asleep.

The first few weeks of them officially becoming ‘new parents’ were intense. Like the time the two of them tried to give (y/n) her first bath, which ended up in a game of hide and seek because all (y/n) really wanted to do was play instead of taking a bath.

Another time was when the time came to toilet train her. They had bought all the books and training potty and when it came time for (y/n) to use the bathroom, they watched over her but nothing would happen for hours and hours. Then when she would stand up after not going potty, sometimes she ended up having an accident on the bathroom floor.

But despite some of the awkward phases and moments, the Ponds eventually got the hang of it and soon saw (y/n) as their own child and loved spending every waking moment with her. Amy loved having the special girl time with (y/n) like going out shopping for clothes, going to the park and swinging on the swings, and having little tea parties. Rory also loved spending the time with her, especially at nighttime when he took over for storytelling or comforting her when the nightmares came around.

Like for example one autumn night, he woke up to the sound of (y/n)’s crying. He immediately shot up and raced from the master bedroom to her bedroom and saw her tossing and turning in her bed crying.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n) wake up love.” She shot up whimpering and Rory calmed her down, “It’s okay, it’s okay you’re okay poppet.”

“It was scary uncah Rory.” She whimpered as she clung onto Rory’s nightshirt. He picked her up and held her close to his chest and said as he softly rocked her trying to soothe her crying.

“It was just a bad dream poppet, no need to be scared anymore.”

“But—but what if…..it comes back?”

“Then I guess I’m gonna have to—tickle it out of you!” He suddenly began tickling her stomach. Her tears of sorrow and fear now changed to happiness and joy as she squirmed in her uncle’s embrace and cried out with laughter. “You gonna have any more bad dreams?”

“Nohahahaho!” she exclaimed out.

“Are you sure about that?” Rory asked teasingly.

“Yehehehehessss!” Deciding to believe her, he ceased his tickle attack.

“Okay. Now you promise no more bad dreams?”

“I promise.” Rory smiled softly and tucked her back into bed and stroked some of her hair out of her face.

“Alright poppet, back to sleep.” He kissed her forehead and (y/n) shut her eyes going back to sleep. Rory got up and headed back to the master bedroom and fell back asleep, assured that his niece would not have any more bad dreams.

Unbeknownst to anyone in the house, coming up the stairs and entering (y/n)’s room was the Doctor. He silently walked up towards his daughter and knelt down beside her.

“I’m sorry love.” Using his timelord magic, his hand glowed and he softly touched his daughter’s temple which caused her face to become more relaxed as the dream she had, which was actually a memory of what had happened to her before her memory was erased, was taken away from her subconscious.

Now that she wore a content smile, the Doctor smile brokenheartedly as he whispered to her as he stroked her hair out of her face.

“No more bad dreams, and no more bad memories.”

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Gods & Monsters Chapter 3: The Universe (Sharon/Katya/Alaska)- by Landfill

Author’s Note: So as is the usual with fanfic that is written chapter by chapter, things morph. This particular chapter focusses more on the bonds between characters rather than Alaska’s mindset and actions. It has also morphed into more of a Katya X Alaska X Sharon ship… And I kind of like it so I’m just going to roll with it… Not many trigger warnings here, implied eating disrobed, mentions of alcohol, bad jokes. Anyway, tune in for music, hugs and tears, and let me know what you think!!

5 queens were woken at 10am by the voice of Michelle Visage.

“Why do I even bother booking four rooms? I am so done.” At some point during the night the other girls had returned from their night out and decided that it was more logical for everyone just to sleep in Justin and Jerrick’s room. During the night, Brian had moved around to spoon Justin, and Aaron had pulled a duvet over the two of them before curling up like a child at the end of their bed. He had clearly been drinking more than usual. Willam and Detox were sprawled across Jerrick’s bed, and Jerrick himself had just fallen asleep in the bathtub under a fur coat. When no one else had reacted to Michelle and Danny’s incessant knocking, Aaron rolled off his ex-lover’s bed and let the final members of their party into the room. Justin and Brian barely had the chance to open their eyes in reaction to their surrogate mother’s voice before Danny flung himself onto them, eyes bright with excitement.

“You two are adorable! All curled up like a married couple!! I totally knew y'all were fucking!” Behind him, Aaron raised his eyebrow at Justin, looking smug and faintly amused.

“We’re totally not fucking… He fell asleep in my favourite blanket so I decided to just stay here! And why aren’t you tormenting DW over there?” Danny sat on Justin’s lap and proceeded to hug Brian’s stomach. Michelle and Aaron watched the scene like proud parents before a thought struck the older woman.

“Where even is Jinkxy?” A tired groan came from the bathroom and Willam let out a cackle.

While the other queens were recovering from their night of partying, Katya and Alaska went for a walk around the park by the hotel. Even though they knew they were only in the city to work, something about the clarity of the air and the bright, European glamor made the morning feel like a holiday, like they had all the time in the world. Justin looked around himself, bundled in a large faux fur coat, almost like a duvet. All around them were warm tones and leaves cutting through the crisp air.

“Katya… When did fall happen?” Not fully registering his actions, Brian took Justin’s hand in his own, smiling at the younger man’s confusion.

“If I had to guess, I’d say just around the time summer came to a close.” The laugh that he pulled from the other queen made his heart warm, he hadn’t realised just how worried about Alaska he’d been until he saw him smile. When he felt the gentle tug at his fingers, he expected Justin to pull away, instead he led them over to a bench facing a small fountain. Brian watched, enamoured, as he curled his legs up underneath his fur coat and yawned quietly. Without parting their hands, they sat together for what felt like the longest time, watching the leaves blow across the path. By the time Justin spoke, he had allowed himself to curl up against Brian, resting his head on the older man’s shoulder.

“You saved me last night.” When he looked down, perplexed, he was met by Alaska’s wide, tired eyes. Sensing the confusion, he continued talking, letting a small smile play against his lips.

“In a dream. I was being held somewhere, by someone, and there was music, and everything hurt, and you saved me. You came strutting in like you owned the place in Katya garb with a Russian accent and made some comment about me being a snake. But yeah. You saved me, thank you.” Katya let out a low laugh, his free hand going to play with Justin’s floppy hair.

“You do know that wasn’t really me, right? There’s no need to thank me.” Justin pulled himself up to sit cross legged, whining a little like a child.

“I know… But I wanted to tell you. And I also kind of think you saved me anyway, just by being there.” Alaska’s eyes were downcast, and Brian could tell that the conversation was beginning to take a more serious tone. The younger man looked fragile, still, like he had been frozen to ice and if you put pressure on him in the wrong way he would just shatter.

“We’re not talking about the dream anymore are we?” When Justin shook his head, it became clear from his movement that he was about to start crying. Instinctively, Katya pulled him into his lap, where he buried his head in his shoulders and began to sob brokenly. It was clear that the younger man hadn’t seen this coming, hadn’t anticipated his own tears, and Brian knew that whatever was happening, he didn’t want Alaska to be alone.

“Shhh… It’s okay, I’m here. What’s going on Lasky?” He just shook his head, struggling to find breath in between gut wrenching sobs. As Brian tried to hold him, he could feel the younger man’s entire body shaking.

“I… I don’t know… I don’t know what’s wrong with me Katya… I’m scared. I’m really scared.” Justin’s voice tore at Brian’s heart, and he found himself inwardly panicking, not knowing how to sooth the sudden burst of emotion.

“You said that last light, in your dream, I saved you. And even though it was just a creation because of high levels of DMT in your brain, I promise you that I will always save you. Even if it has to be from yourself, because I know what that’s like, and I know that it doesn’t last forever. You don’t have to be scared, whatever it is, we’ll sort this out, okay?” He wasn’t sure what part of his words had sunk in but he felt Justin’s breath begin to ease.

“Can I bum a cigarette?”

“Sure… Wanna know what else you can bum?” With that the serious tone of their situation was gone and the two dissolved into wheezing laughter. As he lit the two Marlboros he heard a small voice whisper

“Thank you.”

“Any time.”

“No seriously, thank you!!”

“Oh shut it Justin you’re starting to sound like Tati!!” Lasky let out a quiet laugh, knowing what was coming next.

“Cause honey what you bum, isn’t always a cigarette…”

That night when they got up on stage, Alaska did something she wouldn’t usually do, she sang a cover. Not as a joke or to please the people around her, she sang it for herself. As the music began to play she could sense a hush wash over the audience, as though they could see her exhaustion from where they stood. It was only then she realised it was the end of her third day without food. Despite the heat of the club lighting, her body was like ice, sending shivers across her skin, every scratch and bump feeling like a harsh bruise to her system. Just before she walked on stage, Katya had squeezed his hand gently. He clung onto that as he began to sing.

“The Universe, she’s wounded She’s got bruises on her feet. I sat down like I always did, And tried to calm her down. I sent her my warmth and my silence And all she sends me back is rain… rain.”

As she sang, she felt tears returning to her eyes and tilted her head slightly to look backstage. Katya and Sharon stood watching her, holding hands. Sharon was looking at her feet, but Katya’s eyes met her dead on, and she knew the song was for her. Alaska’s voice cracked a little as she returned to face the audience, but she continued singing, eyes shut in the harsh light, hands clasping the microphone in front of her.

“The Universe, she’s dancing now. They got her lit up, lit up on the moon They got stars doing cartwheels, all the nebulas on the tune And the Universe, she’s whispering so softly I can hear all The croaking insects, all the taxicabs, all the bum’s spent change All the boys playing ball in the alleyways… They’re just folds in her dress”

Her legs began to give way but her audience never had a chance to see her fall, a pair of strong arms were wrapped around her, holding her tight. She opened her eyes to find Katya holding her from behind as Sharon took one of her hands in her own and continued to finish the song with Alaska. Her face remained impassive, but there were tears flowing from her eyes, and emotion betrayed by the vice like grip with which her fingers clung to Lasky’s.

“The Universe, she’s wounded But she’s still got infinity ahead of her She’s still got you and me And everybody says that she’s beautiful And everybody says…”

The three took their bow to screams and applause, and exited the stage hand in hand.

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