#just casually dropping this on the dash then walking away

[leclerc-hs]

lucky - cl16

Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader Summary: in which you and your childhood best friend, are most definitely in love, but it's too complicated. Warnings: BAD FRENCH??? (I don't speak French...please correct me so I can make some edits!!! Would be greatly appreciated), angst!!!!!, no smut but maybe if I make a part 2? Word Count: 1,332 Author's Note: I'm thinking I want to make another part to this maybe??? Idk what do we think. It was just a random thought that came to mind. I didn't edit or proofread. Please fix my French if you can!!! xo UPDATED FRENCH: edits thanks to @dannyramirezwife!!!! PART 2 BONUS

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"Ah, merde!" You exclaimed, dashing up the stairs of your apartment building. As usual, you were running late, but this time it was for your own dinner party. Your hands were full, and the constant vibration of your phone in your coat pocket suggested your friends were wondering were you were.

In the home stretch, you reached your door, ready to unlock it. To your confusion, the door swung wide open just as you approached. Charles leaned against the frame, a hand towel casually slung over his shoulder, like he owned the place.

"Où étais-tu tout ce temps-là, Lucky?" Where have you been all this time? Lucky. Your childhood nickname. His lucky charm. It warmed your heart to hear.

His eyebrows were scrunched as you stepped through the doorway, brushing past his shoulder and into the living room where all your friends sat chatting loudly. A small speaker played music in the background softly while your friends all chatted and laughed. It took a moment for them to notice your arrival.

"She's here!" "Mon dieu, finally." "I am so hungry." echoed through the room as your friends expressed their relief and hunger. Their flushed cheeks suggested they had indulged in heaps of wine while waiting for your arrival.

"See Charles, no need to have an aneurysm. I knew she would show up soon," Joris teased, winking in your direction before casting a glance over your shoulder. No doubt, Charles towering over your frame behind you.

"Je suis désolé," I'm sorry. You apologized repeatedly, sensing the tension. After urging everyone into the dining room with a wave, you added, "Sit, please," prompting your friends to take their seats. You hurried into the kitchen, dropping your bags by the kitchen table.

"Où étais-tu?" Where were you? You felt his hands on your hips as you opened the wine fridge to grab more bottles of wine for the table.

Butterflies. The warmth of his hands made your stomach flutter.

"Got caught up at work and missed the bus," You explained in a huff. "I had to walk all the way back here."

His hands tightened on your waist, turning you around to face him. His eyes were darker than normal, eyebrows still furrowed. "Mon dieu! Why didn't you call me?" My God. He seemed frustrated even more so now. The tone in his voice was rather sharp. "It's freezing outside."

"Ca va, Cha." I am fine. You reassured him, gently moving away from his embrace. You carried the bottles into the dining room and placed them on the table. Charles following, a large pasta dish in hand for the table that everyone immediately dug into as soon as it hit the table.

As the guests eagerly dug into the meal, you settled into your seat, intending to fill your wine glass. However, Charles beat you to it, taking the last seat beside you and topping off your glass, his actions notably conspicuous.

The dynamic between you and Charles was far from straight-forward. Best friends since childhood, who also hook up, who also don't tell their friends about it? It was complex for sure.

You both didn't look at it as an exclusive thing either though. You both go on your fair share of dates. More Charles than you. Yours never went further than a few dates for fun.

Since Charles and his ex-girlfriend last broke up, he has been more needy and more possessive of you. You figured he would get back together with her at some point, like he always did. It was just a ticking time bomb at this point. You, counting down the days until he takes her back.

"Hot date?" You heard Arthur ask from across the table, winking at you. "How was it?" You felt Charles hand slip to your thigh under the table, gripping it tightly.

You truly were coming from work tonight. But you did have a date last night. One that you didn't need Charles to hear about.

"Non," No. You felt your cheeks redden, a dead giveaway that you in fact did go on a date. "I got stuck at work, imbécile," you stuck your tongue out playfully at Arthur. Everyone laughing immediately, except Charles.

Charles squeezed your thigh again, clearly wanting your attention. You turn your head to him giving him a pointed look. Saying stop. Saying please wait until later. He understood, slipping his hand off of your thigh and faking a smile for the table as he falls into conversation with the rest of the table.

After a few hours, with everyone in a cheerful state of inebriation and satisfied bellies, the apartment was finally cleaned up and emptied. The lively chatter had faded away, leaving behind a quiet space. The only person lingering was Charles, sprawled comfortably on your couch, waiting.

You weren't privy to the excuse he had given to avoid going home with the others, but at the moment, you didn't care. No one seemed to question or pay much attention to him staying behind, as if it were a routine occurrence.

"Qui c'est?" Who is it? He sat like he was on his throne. Except it was your couch. Looking at you, like you owed him every explanation.

"Cha, s'il te plaît," please.

You could feel him getting more frustrated by the minute. You loved him to death. He was your best friend. Your person. You fought like siblings sometimes. But, you also fought like lovers.

You didn't want to get into who you were going on dates with. It was casual. Just for fun. It's not like Charles is officially yours.

"Non, dis-moi." No, tell me. You noticed him clench his hand into a fist just slightly.

"It was just a date, no one important." You waved him off. Taking a seat beside him on the couch. Silence followed. As if he was lost in his own head.

"Merci," you thanked him. For setting up dinner. He is the only other person with a key to your place after all.

His eyes flicked from you to the TV. He couldn't look at you while he said these next words.

"I don't want you to date."

It was unfair. And he knew it too. Which is why he couldn't look you in the eyes as he said it. He doesn't deserve to tell you that. He doesn't deserve to feel this way.

You let out a loud sigh, "Cha. You can't say things like that." You wanted to cry honestly. "Let's keep this simple, oui?"

You both were too blind. Blind to see that no one else would ever make you happier. But, you both were too scared to fully commit. Because you knew once you did, that was it. There could be nobody after you. There could be nobody after him.

"J'en ai marre," I'm sick of it. You felt him stand up from the couch. He was now pacing in front of you, the sound of the TV barely heard as he raised his voice. "J'en suis malade de mentir," I am so sick of lying.

You knew what he meant. You felt that way too. But it wasn't time. You both weren't ready to make it official. It was too scary.

"Assez!" Enough. You exclaimed. You couldn't handle this right now.

"Just go home," you felt shut down. You were not ready for this conversation. You knew Charles patience was wearing thin. But it was unfair. Just because he thinks he is finally ready, does not mean you need to be.

Charles felt as if he could rip out all of his hair. He wanted to pound his fists all over the place, just to get you to give him something. You were completely shut down. He wanted a reaction. He wanted a confession. Nothing you would provide at the moment.

"C'est pas croyable ça," Unbelievable. He said bitterly with a small laugh. "Have fun on your dates."

And with that, he was out the door. Slamming it hard enough that the walls of your apartment shook.

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[ddejavvu]

are you taking requests? if yes maybe a short blurb with reader thirsting after rooster in one of those black compression shirts 😵‍💫

Half the time it's great being friends with the bartender of your favorite bar, and half the time she makes you drag out crates of supply from the back room. Tonight happens to be the latter. Penny takes advantage of your military muscles to get three crates of various bottles out from the supply room, and you're setting down the second when Bradley and Javy walk in.

The rest of your squadron is tucked away in a corner of the bar, discussing god knows what, and you're eager to get back to them. You see Javy and Bradley make their way over to them, and all of a sudden they're visible in entirety, having been partially blocked by other patrons from your view before. They're both in casual wear, and Bradley's got a black t-shirt on, the tightest you've ever seen. It hugs his muscular figure that’s usually obscured by a bulky flight suit or a hoodie in the chilly morning air. You won't claim to be level-headed when it comes to your fellow pilot. You've only restrained yourself for professionality's sake, but you're having a rather difficult time doing that while he's in a skin tight shirt. Damn him and his slutty ways.

You watch his back as he sidles up beside Hangman at the too-small table they've secured, but his head turns slightly as he clocks your missing form.

Then Jake motions to you, and it takes a full five seconds of Bradley turning, locking eyes with you, waving with a lazy grin, then shifting the expression into one of concern, to realize that you're staring at him like he's a three-headed alien.

He stands, presumably to make sure you haven't been shot in the leg or tranquilized by the way you're standing frozen. But at the movement you spook like a deer, dropping the crate onto the bar and dashing for the supply room.

You're lucky you've got the excuse of the third crate in there, but you're not sure anything but the truth will explain the way you'd dashed off. You're praying that Bradley leaves you alone, but he's always been caring beyond belief, and you're disappointed but not surprised when he pushes the door open mere seconds after you slam it shut.

"Y/N?" He asks, like he can't believe it's you that's dashed away from him like he's a carrier of the plague. His eyes are dripping with concern, but the sight of his muscled shoulders in the tight black tee have something else dripping.

"Hey, what's with you?" He shuts the door, like he's giving you privacy to tell him whatever secret you've got brewing; like he isn't the secret.

"Nothing! Nothing, just- I'm just helping Penny."

"Yeah, and when you dropped the giant box of bottles at the sight of me, you almost broke them. Last time I checked, that's not helping. What's the matter?"

"Nothing." You insist, hoisting the last crate into your grip, "Open the door for me, will you?"

Bradley's frown tightens, and his jaw clenches. He reaches for the crate, tugging it out of your hands and into his own grip. It makes the muscles barely hidden beneath his shirt bulge, and you physically react, glancing away from him with burning cheeks and an exasperated huff.

"No. Tell me what's wrong," He's firm, but gentle, worry in his voice and eyes alike, "Did I do something? I mean- obviously the problem's with me. Did I make you mad or something? I'm sorry if I did."

He looks like a guilty puppy, his pretty golden-brown eyes fixated intensely, expectantly on you. It makes you insane, the feeling of his full, undivided attention.

"No. No, Bradley, you didn't do anything. I swear, okay? I'm just having a weird day. And I'm- I dunno, overwhelmed. I just didn't know how busy it was gonna be tonight. It wasn't that bad when I hauled the first crate out."

He believes your overstimulation excuse, but there's still a lingering concern in the air. He waits to speak, seemingly evaluating your excuse in his mind to see if it really checks out.

"Okay," He finally mutters, "Sorry, honey. You want me to take you home? We don't even have to listen to music, you can just nap on the way."

"No, it's okay." You promise, trying desperately to avoid staring as he shifts the crate to hang under one arm. It's heavy, but not too heavy for him, and you can't allow yourself to ogle his muscles or you'll give yourself away.

"Alright," He reaches for you with his now-free hand, and you know he feels how stiff you are when he drags you in for a hug. You're suddenly squished up against his pec, his bicep pressed to your face, and you wonder if he can hear the sharp intake of breath you let out in response.

"You okay?" He keeps you close, staring down at you from only inches away. You're not sure your face has ever been this precariously distanced from his own, but if he can feel your pounding heart against his own chest you wouldn't be surprised.

"I'm fine," You manage to utter, nodding and cursing the way it rubs his muscles against your face. As if you need to imagine other scenarios where you'd be feeling the same sensation.

"'Kay. Stick with me," He instructs you, letting go of the side-hug he'd wrangled you in, though his hand drops to the small of your back and nearly sends you into cardiac arrest. "I'll drop the box at the bar, then you can steal Fanboy's seat at our table. It's by the window, you can crack it and get some fresh air."

"Alright," You nod, feeling like you're being led to your death as you reenter the main bar, escorted by Bradley's large hand on your back, "Thanks, Rooster."

"Mhm. Anytime," He promises, simultaneously tilting the side of his body that the crate is pressed to towards the bar so that he can place it on the surface, and leaning the other side of his body towards you to kiss the crown of your head.

"You ready?" He rubs your back, a steady, strong touch that makes you want to keel over. You nod, weakly staring at him as he begins maneuvering through the crowd, "Don't worry, honey, I've got you."

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[barnesafterglow]

three's a party

summary: you and steve aren't very good at keeping secrets

pairing: stucky x reader

word count: 2.7k

warnings: mmf threesome, fingering, unprotected sex, dvp, surprisingly soft for this kind of content, we support poly relationships in this house

a/n: hiii omg this has been the fic i've been most excited for since i started kinktober and i finally managed to finish it. it's a part two to this fic but can be read as a stand alone as well. i really really hope you all love this as much as i loved writing it, so reblog and comment to let me know!

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It was the same routine as usual - Steve’s hands all over you before you even had a chance to get into the apartment.

“Bucky home?” you asked, out of breath from how long he had held you in place to kiss you.

“Nope.” He fumbled behind your back, reaching to open the door.

Neither of you stopped to question the fact that it was already unlocked. Or that the lights were on. You were too wrapped up in each other to notice much of anything until Steve finally picked you up to carry you to his room and saw Bucky in the kitchen.

Steve dropped you immediately, taking a step away, as if that would make things better. As if Bucky hadn’t seen you with your shirt halfway off, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. His jeans were still unbuttoned, for Christ’s sake.

You expected Bucky to be furious, to yell at the two of you and tell you hated you. Instead, he said nothing, and you took in his posture - casually leaning against the counter, a smirk on his face. Almost like he had been waiting for you.

“Well don’t stop on my account.”

Shit.

You looked over to Steve and met his eye. Then you looked back at Bucky, who was just staring at the two of you intently; you looked down at your shoes to avoid it.

“I’m serious.” Your head snapped up, and suddenly you caught something else in his eyes - dark, pupils blown, and the gleam of cockiness. “Keep going.”

When neither of you moved, he started towards… Steve’s room? He looked back at you, and gestured his head for you to follow. Having no clue what else to do, wanting to appease him so there was a possibility you could maintain your friendship, you followed.

“Sit,” he ordered when the three of you were in the room. You both did as you were told, and your eyes followed his movements as he shut the door.

You stayed silent, still having no idea what to think of the whole situation. You also sat as far away from Steve as was possible for the same reason.

“Touch her like you usually would,” he said to Steve, gesturing to you. Steve stared at him terrified. “Don’t act shy now. Like you haven’t been doing it a wall away for weeks.”

The room was silent, save for the sharp gasps of surprise from you and Steve. You couldn’t believe it - that Bucky even knew in the first place, but also that he wasn’t mad. Instead he just looked… interested.

“What are you doing?” Your voice cracked asking the question, a healthy dose of confusion combined with a dash of fear and a sprinkle of arousal. No, that couldn’t be right. There’s no way you could be getting hot over Bucky telling you he wanted to watch.

“If you don’t do it, Stevie, I will.” The look on his face was absolutely dripping with cockiness - dominance. You’d never heard Bucky talk like that, in the whole time you were dating. Sure, he had liked to throw you around and spank you every once in a while, but nothing like the hold that Steve had over you. And what’s more, Steve listened.

He turned towards you and you hesitantly did the same. Your knees touched, finally truly facing each other for the first time since you had walked into the apartment and seen Bucky.

When he put a hand on your bare knee, he looked at Bucky, who nodded, then back to you. And you nodded too. Wherever this was going - good or bad - you had to find out.

Steve took a deep breath, putting his other hand on your and sliding them up your thighs. Finally, he brought his mouth to yours, kissing you timidly at first, but when you heard a quiet encouragement from Bucky, he deepened it. 

It was easy to get lost in Steve. He was something otherworldly - his mouth, his hands, his everything. The spark you felt for him was something entirely different from the way you felt - had felt, you had to remind yourself - about Bucky.

Except, with his eyes on you like that, it was easy to forget why you even ended things in the first place.

Steve moved his hand towards your core, resting a hand against the wet patch that was apparent in your tight shorts. His thumb found your clit through the fabric and he pressed harshly, pulling a needy moan from you. When you realized what you did, you pulled back, immediately looking at Bucky.

You weren’t sure what to expect anymore. So when you saw he was sporting an impressive bulge in his grey sweatpants, it turned you on more than it surprised you.

He was leaning back against the bedroom door, just watching. You couldn’t help but just stare until Steve took your attention away by tugging on your shirt - a shirt that was Bucky’s, you realized as it hit the floor. You saw the flash of hunger as he realized it too, but your eyes fell closed when Steve pushed you back onto the bed, latching his mouth to your nipple, sucking and biting as he rolled the other one between his fingers.

The most unusual thing about this was how little Steve was talking. Usually, he had the filthiest mouth you had ever heard, but he was relishing in your body. And in the audience he had. Maybe you shouldn’t have been surprised that he was okay putting on a show, considering all the other things he had done to you - and you to him - but the realization that he was enjoying this as much as Bucky clearly was, made you clench around nothing.

He must have felt it, because then he was pulling away and tugging your shorts down your legs. Suddenly, you were naked in front of the two most gorgeous men you had even seen in your life, and they stared at you - fully clothed, no less - like they would worship at your altar.

They glanced at each other, and Steve finally spoke for the first time.

“I’m assuming you’re not going to just stand there and watch?” And that was the only permission needed.

You expected him to put his hands on you, kiss you and touch and give you what you clearly wanted. Instead, he reached for Steve, pressing his lips desperately to the other man’s. If Steve was surprised, he didn’t show it, giving his all into the kiss just as much.

Watching in amazement, a moan slipped from your lips.

“You like that, baby?” There was Steve’s filthy mouth.

“We better let her in on the fun, Stevie.”

Bucky reached for the hem of Steve’s shirt, pulling it from his body. Then, he leaned down to kiss you.

For the first time in over a year, sparks flew between you and Bucky. It was like for a moment, you were the only two people in the world. The only thing that could draw you out of it was Steve’s hands spreading your thighs. 

He placed a light slap to each of them, then manhandled you to the center of the bed. With one hand slowly creeping towards your center, he kissed Bucky again, pulling off his shirt too. When they separated, Bucky tugged his sweatpants down, and you were both bare. The only stitch of clothing left in the room was Steve jeans.

“C’mon Stevie,” you teased. “You can’t be comfortable in those jeans.”

A smirk spread across his face, and he slid his body from the bed. As he stripped down, Bucky took his place between your legs. Content to share, he let a finally naked Steve settle next to him, and they both looked down at you with a glint of pure need in their eyes.

Bucky reached down, running his hands gently along your thighs - everywhere except the spot you needed him. You tried to maneuver your hips so that he was where you wanted, but a large hand pressed down on your stomach, keeping you pinned to the bed.

“Be good,” Steve tsked, and your wide eyes met his as Bucky finally slid two fingers through your folds. Your hips tried to buck up instinctively, but Steve kept you in place while his best friend sunk his fingers into you.

You threw your head back into the pillows, the feeling already overwhelming. Steve was big, but you had always had a weakness for Bucky’s hands. You were so wound up that you thought you may come from just that, then Bucky crooked his fingers just right, and you did.

Steve lifted his hand and let you rock your hips against Bucky to ride out your orgasm. Your eyes finally fluttered open to see Steve sucking on Bucky’s fingers, tasting you.

It was a wonder you didn’t come again, especially when they were both looking at you like you were the only thing they could see.

Bucky leaned forward, kissing you gently, a contrast from how he had just been. He looked into your eyes like he was seeing into you, could see you into your soul and again you wondered how you could have ever let a man like him get away.

The spell was broken by Steve maneuvering you, moving on the bed until he was behind you, his strong thighs caging you in on either side. And Bucky - oh, Bucky - wasted no time in settling in between both of you, taking no time to tease, and sunk into you in one thrust.

The moan you let out was borderline pornographic, not used to the way he stretched you out. It was different than Steve, so much different, and you had missed Bucky more than you let yourself admit.

He grinded against you, not pulling out, just rolling his hips. You knew what he was trying to do, knew he wanted you to beg, and you weren’t too proud to do it.

“Please, Buck,” you whined, high and needy. “Need you to move, please.”

He leaned down and bit harshly on your bottom lip at the same time he pulled out and thrust back into you. An ungodly sound left you, something between a scream and a moan. On top of it all, Steve reached around you, pinching both nipples harshly.

Overstimulated, you came around Bucky’s cock. You’d never come from so little, and despite the fact that both men - separately - had given you many more orgasms in a single night, you were already exhausted.

But not exhaustion could keep Bucky from pounding into you, hard and fast. Steve grabbed your tits, squeezing them as they bounced from the force of Bucky’s thrusts. You threw your head back, resting on his shoulder, and you turned your head to see both of them entranced in each other before finally marrying their lips together.

Seeing them, seeing the love that was clearly there, gave you a funny feeling. It was definitely something you all would have to talk about once your brain was working again.

You whined when Bucky pulled out, but he grabbed your chin and made you look at him before you could beg him to keep fucking you.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, eyes searching yours.

“Of course.”

His eyes flicked to Steve’s for a moment, and you felt the connection they had, somehow always knowing what the other was thinking.

“Turn around, baby.” Steve’s voice was low and heavy in your ear. His and Bucky’s hands both turned you so you were straddling him, and he laid his back down on the bed.

Bucky took hold of your hips lifting you as he allowed one hand to move down and grasp Steve’s cock. He gave it a few pumps before helping you sink down on him.

Yours and Steve’s moans were complementary, twining together and spindling throughout the room. And Bucky’s hot breaths behind you was a perfect chorus.

“Gonna get you open now, sweetheart,” Bucky said, pressing a smattering of kisses to your shoulder before he pushed you down so that your chest was pressed against Steve’s. You didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but you had an idea, and you trusted him completely.

You felt his fingers drawing gentle patterns on the inside of your thighs, Steve still unmoving inside you. Then, he slipped a finger in beside Steve’s cock, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. You made a move to sit up, but Steve’s hand pressed into your back, keeping you close to him.

Once you relaxed, Bucky added a second finger, then a third. The stretch was amazing and, if it was going where you thought it was going, it would only get better.

“It feel good, baby?” You opened your eyes - you hadn’t even realized you had closed them - and looked at Steve. There was something in his stare that was different, like he was seeing you differently. You were almost tempted to say something about it, but Bucky was moving behind you, and you had to look away. Over your shoulder, Bucky smiled softly at you.

“Do you trust me?” he asked again, and you nodded your head.

He ran his hand down your back, drawing an unknown pattern along your spine, before he pushed into you, his cock sliding against Steve’s to split you open.

It knocked the breath out of you, and you didn’t know if you could take it, but Steve and Bucky both recognized the sliver of panic creeping into you, and they placed sweet kisses and gave you words of encouragement.

You’re doing great, baby.

Look how well you’re taking us, sweetheart.

I love -

You had to stop yourself from saying the words. You didn’t know who you were even saying it to. Or it was to both of them. Yeah, it was definitely both of them. Shit.

It felt like you were losing your mind, in more ways than one. Thoughts and emotions were flying through your head then suddenly they were punched out by the feeling of Steve and Bucky beginning to move.

They were so gentle, letting you get used to the pace, to the stretch, to the intense feeling of everything you had ever felt being magnified by ten. One hundred. One thousand.

Slowly, as your breathing evened out and your whimpers turned to moans, they sped up. 

It was dizzying, the feel of two massive men taking you like that. You didn’t think you would ever feel anything so good again. When they both thrust deep into you at the same time, the orgasm that had been building since Bucky slid inside you snapped, and you came all over their cocks, in tears from the intense pleasure of it all.

The feel of your tightness was enough to set both Steve and Bucky off, both of them spilling into you and you could already feel their releases leaking down your thighs, onto Steve, onto the sheets.

When they both slipped out, you collapsed into Steve’s chest, feeling so fucked out that your limbs wouldn’t cooperate, and you slowly slipped out of consciousness. 

-

When you came to, you were still in Steve’s bed, Bucky on one side of you and Steve on the other. From what you could tell, they had cleaned you up and put you back in the shirt of Bucky’s you had been wearing, then tucked you in between them.

They were talking in hushed voices - nothing you could make out - but stopped once they noticed you were awake.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Bucky said, running a finger across your cheekbone while Steve placed a kiss on your temple. “You feeling okay?”

You nodded, still too groggy to talk. It felt like you were hungover. A sex hangover, that’s what you had.

“You did amazing, baby,” Steve whispered into your hair.

You felt the love radiate between the three of you, and you knew that this wouldn’t be a one time thing, or only a sex thing. 

And it could be figured out in the morning, because right then you were content to be held by your boys, drifting off to sleep again.

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[luci4theminorannoyance]

how the 141 boys would propose:

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a/n: hey everyone!! Sorry for not posting for two days- I got busy with end of semester work! And of course per usual my writing is gender neutral since I wrote this w/o a request

Gaz:

-he would wait till your anniversary when he has off duty, taking to you someplace calm and quiet like a cafe or a pretty sight like a lake

-THIS MAN LOVES BEING ROMANTIC. He literally dropped on one knee with the black ring box in his hand in a smooth (and most definitely rehearsed for hours) motion

-his hands were secretly shaking out of nervousness the whole time, even when you said yes and he only calmed down when you kissed him and pulled him to his feet

ghost:

-not planned at all, as soon as he got off from a very tiring and almost failed mission he dashed to you off the plane back home. Back where he was safe in your arms.

-dropped down to his knees in front of the whole airport, not caring who saw or what people thought

-as soon as you said yes he hugged you tightly, kissing with lip’s crashing against yours: the adrenaline from everything not yet leaving his body

Price:

-he had lived with you and been with you for quite a while before proposing, he truly wanted it to be as warm and Casual as possible.

-he proposed at a slow dance that was for a celebration for one of his completed missions, it wasn’t a large party and it was mostly the task-force as well as friends and such

-he stopped the music silently, pulling you slightly away from the dance floor and slipping the ring onto your finger and watching your eyes go wide in surprise

-for the rest of the party he was smiling like a child who just got a new gift, and nobody knew but you and of course laswell because she’s the one who walked him through it beforehand

soap:

-most casual out of all of them, a simple getting down on one knee and proposing to you at home. Where he’s safe. Where he truly can express his love for you in full.

-of course he planned it, he’s a demolition expert after all! Although price almost hit soap with a book when soap explained his original idea of proposing

-the idea of course being to ask you with one of those rental add planes…

#cod mw2 #cod fic #Part two w/ Keegan and roach coming soon #luci44_writing #cod hcs #cod headcanons #headcannons #cod 141 #task force 141 #tf 141 #141 x reader #mw2 141 #call of duty #kyle gaz #gaz x reader #gaz mw2 #gaz call of duty #gaz cod #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #price x reader #price cod #john price #captain price #captain john price #captain price x reader #john price x y/n #john price x gn!reader #gaz x y/n #gaz x you

[3minsover]

more murder boyfriends for the dash:

Rich kid Steve Harrington gets into an altercation out back at a party - it’s some nobody who thought Steve was flirting with his girl. Steve kindly puts him in his place, tells him that; “Honestly, I’m not even sure I’d call it flirting. I was just bored and she looked like she wanted a good time. Clearly she hasn’t been getting it elsewhere.” And sure, it’s a little unnecessary, but this chump is asking for it, all bravado and posturing. The guy pushes at Steve’s shoulder, tries to knock him off-balance, and Steve, well, he just laughs. Then he pushes back, two handed. Only, Steve accidentally shoves the guy a little too hard, and he cracks his head on the corner of a table. goes limp, a pool of red spilling from beneath his head.

No one sees it happen; Steve thinks he’s gotten away with it, that he can just walk away and not look back, maybe find that girl again, until a voice comes from across the patio. And a dark haired guy in a leather jacket steps out from where he’d been leaning against a tree. He drops a cigarette butt to the ground, steps over it as he moves towards a frozen, trembling Steve.

“That’s gonna leave a mark,” the guy says casually, crossing the space to crouch down and place two fingers to the guys throat. “Or not,” he corrects, righting himself to look at Steve with a loosely impressed, smug smirk on his lips. “You make it a habit to commit manslaughter at parties?”

“I didn’t- he fell,” Steve starts, eyes flicking from the body on the floor to the heavy gaze of the man in front of him.

“Suuure he did, buddy. I’m sure that’s what the cops’ll decide happened. But not if you’re still standing here with that dumb look on your face. So right now, we gotta go.”

Steve’s still vibrating with adrenaline, with terror and…triumph? And this stranger just said ‘we’.

“We? I’m not going anywhere with you. i don’t even know you.” The guy smiles, all teeth, and offers his hand.

“Well, let me fix that: Eddie Munson, key witness. And your alibi.”

“Steve. Harrington.” Steve forces the words out, taking Eddie’s hand in a form grip and shaking it once, hard. “What kind of alibi?”

(The alibi, as it turns out, is that they were fucking at the time of the incident. Of course, they have to make it convincing - the pool house seems a good place for an illicit hookup, and that is indeed where the two of them are when the police come knocking. And if Eddie suggested that they ought to ‘make it believable’, well then that explains why Steve’s tongue is down Eddie’s throat, and Eddie’s hand is down the front of Steve’s pants.)

#steddie #steddie au #tw: manslaughter #3minsover #steve harrington x eddie munson #writing prompt #? #originally posted on twitter

[fungifanart]

Like a bundle of grapes

Characters: Yuu (GN), Ace, Deuce, Grim, Azul, Jade, Floyd

CW: Cartoon violence, crack

Word count: 964

Notes: Wrote this for @twst-charity and their charity drive to send aid to Palestine! Go check out the other works done for it and feel free to donate, if you can! We have SO many talented artists and writers involved!

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Yuu is going to MURDER that octopus.

Actually, no. Death is too good for him.

Yuu is going to cut off his tentacles, make them into takoyaki and then feed it to him.

There, that's better. 

Now that they have a plan of attack, Yuu quickens their pace as they march angrily towards the Mostro Lounge to go collect their three anemone-headed idiots.

What else was Yuu gonna do when the man running the Mostro Lounge just casually ruined what was SUPPOSED to be a nice hangout between them, Ace, Deuce and Grim?

Yuu slams their foot into the front door, forcing it open with a loud bang that causes a wave of silence to wash over the lounge's patrons as they look at them in shock, their three idiots included.

"AZUL ASHENGROTTO!!!" Yuu's enraged voice echoes throughout the lounge, prompting the sound of footsteps coming from the back hallway a minute later.

"Well, well! I was wondering who could possibly have the GALL to walk in and disrupt my business and then I find out that it's our darling Prefect!" The man in question says calmly as he rounds the corner into the main dining room, "To what do I owe the pleasure of you gracing my establishment with your ever calming presence?"

Yuu's eye twitches as they close the distance between themself and him, "Cut the crap, Ashengrotto. You know exactly why I'm here." They say as they stop in front of him and cross their arms impatiently.

"Oh dear, I'm afraid I really don't! I can tell that you're quite upset with me, but would you be so kind as to clarify why?" Azul says after throwing his hands up dramatically.

"Tch, alright fine. You suckered Ace, Deuce and Grim into another contract and screwed them over with the fine print! I thought you said you were gonna be nicer from now on!" Yuu says while pushing their finger against the man's chest accusingly.

Azul waves Yuu's hand away dismissively before responding, "Surely this isn't what you came all the way here for? Surely you realize that you should be angry at those three for not reading the fine print rather than at me?"

"Dissolve the contracts." Yuu says, not yielding even an inch.

"Oh? And why would I do that? The only ones who violated the terms of the contracts are the ones that signed them, so I'm not the one at fault here. And need I remind you that YOU decided to enter MY establishment and disrupt MY business? I could have Jade and Floyd kick you out for that alone, you know." Azul says condescendingly as the two eels in question slowly close in on either side of Yuu, most likely waiting for a signal from him.

"Oh please, we both know those two would happily let me beat you up if I made it funny." They say while rolling their eyes.

"My, how confident we are today! And how do you suppose you could do that?" The octopus says arrogantly.

"Like THIS!!!" Yuu responds before dashing behind Azul faster than he can react, wrapping their arms around his waist in a vice-like grip and arcing their back fully backwards, taking him with them as he lets out a shrill scream before colliding with the hard floor.

A beat of pin-drop silence passes as everyone's brains collectively catch up with what Yuu has done.

The silence is then broken by Floyd bursting out into howling laughter, accompanied by Jade struggling to keep his composure with his hand clamped over his mouth.

With Azul out cold and the eels successfully incapacitated, Yuu quickly rifles through the octopus's jacket pockets and pulls out Ace, Deuce and Grim's contracts before grabbing their owners by the anemones and dragging them out of the Mostro Lounge, still dazed by Yuu's actions.

Upon reaching a safe distance from the establishment, Yuu rips all three contracts to shreds, releasing their friends from the anemones and Azul's grasp.

Feeling the empty space on their heads, the three's brains finally catch up as they cheer in excitement and move to pull Yuu into a group hug, only for Yuu to dodge and instead deliver a tight and painful pinch to each of their cheeks.

“Owowowow! What gives?!” Ace asks while rubbing his cheek.

“Have you three learned nothing from the last time Azul pulled something like this?” Yuu asks with their hands on their hips like a scolding parent.

“L-look, we're sorry, it's just–” Grim tries to respond, but Yuu's frustrated voice cuts him off.

“Just what? What could be so important that you'd put yourselves at risk like that?” Yuu questions harshly, losing whatever patience they have by the second.

“Sam's shop just got a shipment of fresh watermelons, so…” Ace trails off while twiddling his thumbs.

“We wanted to get some for our hangout today, but we were short on cash, so we signed on to do some quick odd jobs for Azul, but…well…you know the rest.” Deuce explains as all three of them look at the ground.

Yuu's mouth hangs agape for a few seconds before guilt overtakes them and they wrap the other three in a tight hug, “Oh, you guys! I'm sorry for getting so angry!! I'd love to have watermelon with you!!!” They say while shaking them around.

Yuu only lets go upon hearing the door to the Mostro Lounge burst open to the sound of their favorite octopus screaming bloody murder at them and two eels that are still struggling to contain their laughter as they follow him.

“Race you to Sam's shop!” Yuu says to their friends with a challenging smile.

Breaking out into a run, the four classmates make their way to the mirror, laughing all the while.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst yuu #twst grim #twst mc #twst ace #twst deuce #twst azul #twst jade #twst floyd #ace trappola #deuce spade #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #twst charity drive #why is this mushroom writing fanfics?

[thel0llip0p]

A World Without Sonic

a sonadow prime ficlet, you can guess what it's about.

**disclaimer: i'm not a writer and I did not proofread it lol. this was the idea for my next comic but i got lazy to draw it so i wrote it out instead for now.

tags? sonadow , character death/mourning, platonic shadamy, mention of: tails, knuckles, rouge, big, eggman

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Shadow finds himself in the last spot he was in right before the prism shattering, his arms held out and empty where the blue hedgehog once was, feeling disoriented for only a split second.

The cave!

Wasting no time, the black hedgehog dashes away making his way up to his destination. His heart racing wondering if Sonic made it alive and intact. A pit in his stomach grew on his way over, fearing the outcome. Like Schrödinger's cat, unfortunately there was only one way to find out, whether he liked it or not.

He makes his grand appearance at the mouth of the cave, and without thinking calls out

"Sonic!"

"Shadow??"

His heart dropped. At the scene, Eggman and Sonic's friends all staring blankly at him, both parties equally confused. But sonic was nowhere in sight.

This left him no choice.

"Chaos Control!"

and he disappeared just like that, along with the Paradox Prism.

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Warping to a secluded location unbeknownst to anyone except himself, he sheltered the prism.

I guess this will have to do for now.

Against his will, he supposed he'd have to be the guardian of this thing for now, not unlike a certain echidna and the master emerald but he knew he couldn't entrust the prism with anyone else other than himself.

Now that the prism was taken care of for now, he could finally think about the burden on his mind.

Sonic...

Did he really not make it ?

He refused to believe that the bundle of blue joy was no longer in existence. He couldn't leave things at that, this warranted further investigation.

He needed answers now.

And he first person that came to mind was...

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"I really... don't know who you are talking about?" Tails pondered with a hand to his chin. "Are you sure you're feeling okay, Shadow?"

"The name Sonic doesn't ring a bell? Really? Your blue hedgehog best friend? Try to remember."

"I feel like, it's supposed to be familiar but I don't really know. Nothing comes to mind. Sor-"

"Never mind, then."

Shadow walked away.

"Umm.. okay?" Tails shrugged him off, thought left a little dumbfounded.

On to the next one..

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"Hey redhead, where's your blue friend Sonic?"

"What did you call me?!" Knuckles didn't take so kindly to the nicknames and much less being interrupted during his midday nap.

"Where's Sonic?"

"Don't know 'im"

He sighed defeatedly and took his leave.

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Tails didn't know. Knuckles didn't know.

Big and Rouge didn't know either.

Of course Sonic isn't going to be anywhere. He's not here. It's like he never existed. And even knowing this was venture was fruitless, he felt the need to ask everyone anyway, as if he was holding out hope for something.

How stupid. This behaviour wasn't like him.

And there was only one last person left, the only person who could possibly understand even a tiny bit how he felt.

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"Oh Shadow nice to see you around. You don't normally stroll around so casually, did you need something?" Amy, oh so very cheerful as always.

"Have you seen Sonic?" Shadow was straight to the point.

"Sonic? Ummm.." she gave it some thought. She felt like she was supposed to know who that was and although she didn't, it did make her heart flutter a bit. "Is he your friend?"

"No, he's not my friend, just someone I'm looking for."

"Oh... well I noticed you've been asking and searching around endlessly. He must be someone important to you."

"...Yeah, I guess so." He melancholically looked off into the distance.

The two of them were sitting on a hill with a nice view of the green hill landscape.

"If you don't mind, can you tell me more about Sonic? Who was he? What happened?"

"He... was a hero, your friend.. everyone's friend.." he trailed off.

"..And I couldn't save him."

Tears began to well as he began to recall his last memories of their adventure together. A surge of pain growing in his chest and his suppressed feelings beginning to surface.

Amy turned to Shadow, concern on her face. He was normally never vulnerable with anyone but in this moment, for some reason he felt like he could confide in Amy with this. Even if he couldn't delve into detail.

"He sacrificed himself to save the universe, and now he doesn't exist and no one remembers him... except me." He did his best to hold back his emotions.

She listened to him with sympathy in her eyes.

"A world without Sonic, is not the same world at all. I can't imagine a world without him, and here I am. Here's not here anymore." Brushing away the tears, he turned away to hide his face from her.

Amy wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug.

"It's okay Shadow. I'm sure it's not your fault.

Knowing you, you probably did everything you could to try to save him. And surely Sonic is thankful for your effort."

He wanted to believe her but his emotions only welled further.

"It wasn't enough... I wasn't enough, and now he's gone. Forever."

She stroked his back, trying to comfort best as she could.

"As long as you remember him in your heart, he exists and lives on in your heart."

At this point , Shadow was basically crying into her shoulders, and although it was extremely embarrassing he couldn't help himself. The tears flowed like rivers, mourning the loss of the only hedgehog he saw as his equal, rival, possibly friend?

How could he live on like this ? First Maria, now Sonic.

His feelings of remorse, hopelessness and sorrow overwhelming him.

When would it end?

Amy's embrace brought him comfort, but oh how he wished he was in Sonic's instead.

He felt his sense of self drifting away until everything became black.

"Shadow?"

"Shadow ?"

Amy's voice tried to reach him but her voice sounding increasingly faint.

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"Shadow ?"

A familiar voice...

"Hey you okay?"

"Nngh"

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw emerald green eyes looking down at him and a blur of blue and sunshine.

"S-sonic?" A sudden wave of relief came over him.

He sat up. "You're okay?"

"Of course I am?

He realized he had been sleeping on Sonic's lap? And oh, there was remnants of tears on his face?

"What was that about? Bad dream got ya?" Sonic teased as he layed back against a palm tree, hands behind his head.

Shadow sighed. "Guess you could say that," rubbing the back of his neck.

"I dreamt... you didn't make it back to Green Hill and everyone had forgotten about you. It's like you never existed."

"Oh you missed me so much you started crying in your sleep? Aww-"

Shadow grabbed his face with his hand, squishing his cheeks "Shut it, you." And kissed him.

"I'm just glad you're okay."

And the two resumed their peaceful afternoon by the beachside.

#sonadow #sonic prime #sonadow prime #fanfic #fanfiction #sonadow fanfiction #platonic shadamy #dropping this here and forgetting abt it bye #u kno its bad when an artist writes fanfic

[jahayla-parker]

Never Steal From The Devil : Kaz Brekker x Reader

Part 2

NSFTD Mini-Series Masterlist Navigation

Desc. & Warnings: 2.8k wc, see mini series masterlist navigation page for description and warnings

Kaz’s hardened eyes narrowed in on Evrin as she spun around with shock.

Upon seeing Kaz, the only one not tailored, her surprised look changed to that of anger. She attempted to spin around and charge at him. But, she fell on her face when Kaz swiped his cane out in front of her. She growled and stood back up, her eyes dashing between Nina and Kaz, “You lied to me!”.

Nina felt a little bad until she remembered this girl was likely a culprit in the attack on Y/n. “I didn’t lie, dear” Nina corrected. She shrugged casually as she waved her hand around, “there’s more of the lotion here”. Nina pursed her lips as she added, “I didn’t promise Dirtyhands Brekker wouldn’t be here as well”. Nina didn’t bother to mention she hadn’t told the girl that the lotion wouldnt even work, that was irrelevant at the moment.

Evrin snapped her gaze to Kaz, “why? What do you want?”

Kaz pointed to the wooden chair and waited until Evrin sat before he approached. His eyes were dark as he peered down at her, “don’t ask stupid questions”.

The girl rolled her eyes, “fine. So, what do expect to get from me?”

Kaz tapped the top of his cane as he rose an eyebrow at her.

“Do you actually expect me just to cave and tell you where The Shadow is because of your murderous glare?” the girl rambled.

Kaz smirked at the mention of y/n’s nickname. He kept smirking as he shook his head, “no, that would be too easy”. Kaz’s pleased hum almost sounded like a menacing purr, “almost as easy as getting you to admit you know that information in the first place”. His smirk grew as the girl’s eyes widened in realization of her slip up.

Evrin’s eyes squinted in anger as she looked away from him, as if that would help her from what was coming her way.

Kaz waved his hand as he motioned for Nina to let Jesper enter from his spot behind the kitchen door.

Jesper walked out immediately, his pistols pulled from their holsters as he walked over to the girl. He wasn’t a big fan of having a role in this, but Kaz told him it wouldn’t be worse than anything he’d had him do before.

Evrin scoffed as she watched Jesper approach. “What, you’re going to shoot me? That’ll get the information out me really well when I’m dead” She mocked.

Kaz halfway rolled his eyes as he casually motioned for Jesper to move forward with the plan.

The sharpshooter pointed one pistol at the girl, his finger on the trigger. Jesper resisted the urge to close his eyes in fear of the off chance he missed as he curled his trigger finger backwards. The bullet dislodged from the chamber, and thanks to Jesper’s skills it lodged itself in the thin strip of wood from the chair peaking out beside the girl’s good arm. He intentionally nicked her skin with the edge of the bullet; as Kaz had directed. The blood slowly dropping from the graze as the girl gasped.

“Careful, I don’t need you alive to get the information” Kaz said coldly. He smirked again when Evrin’s eyes showed him her panic and confusion. “You see, Judson Basu,” he began, smirk widening as he saw her panic growing at the mention of her boyfriend’s name. Kaz continued, “stole something from me, so I figure I’d steal something from him”.

“She’s still alive! I swear!” Evrin panicked.

Kaz hummed, “I have no doubt of that. Y/n is far more capable than your group gives her credit for”. He quickly covered his statement, “all of my crows are”. Kaz stepped even closer to the girl as he narrowed his eyes. “But, I don’t have the time to wait for her to break her way out. I have business to attend to” He said, neglecting to mention that the business was ensuring y/n’s recovery and peace. “So I figured, I’d give your little lover,” Kaz mocked, “the chance to come rescue you in exchange for my Crow”.

Evrin swallowed as a look of uncertainty flashed over her features.

“Mmm I know that look” Kaz stated, tapping his cane on the floor. “You seem like a smart girl” he lied, “surely you know Judson is not coming for you”.

Evrin glanced around at the faces in the room, hoping one of them would find that Kaz gone too far and help her. But, she was met with almost bored expressions. His Crows were used to far worse than this.

“I sent word to Judson,” Kaz checked his pocket watch, “quite a while ago. It seems he wants to make things difficult for the both of us”. Kaz hummed, “I can’t blame him, I doubted someone like Judson would willingly trade The Shadow for someone who is merely his sexual partner”.

“Kaz,” Nina hissed.

Evrin looked down at her lap quietly.

Kaz had seemingly picked up on Evrin’s insecurity and hit it head on. He rolled his eyes at Nina as he kept his eyes on Evrin. “Which is why I believe we can come to an arrangement” Kaz suggested.

It was clear Evrin was hesitant, but she still nodded, knowing it was her only hope.

“If you tell me where The Shadow is, I’ll make it so that you can to do as you wish to Judson” Kaz offered. He smirked, “allow you to seek revenge in the way you see fit”.

Evrin looked at everyone in the room as she thought it over.

Kaz could tell by her eyes the moment she’d reached her decision. The words soon came pouring out of her traitorous mouth, much to Kaz’s pleasure. Once he’d gotten the location out of her, he sent Nina out to inform Inej so The Wraith could check on the reliability of the confession.

Kaz turned back to the girl as Evrin tried to stand. He quickly shoved her back down with the blunt end of his cane as he pressed it against her torso at a steep angle.

Even squinted at him in utter confusion. Nonetheless she elected to stay silent upon seeing the look in Kaz’s eyes.

“Where were you?” Kaz asked.

“What?” Evrin hiccuped.

“What did I say about stupid questions?” Kaz groaned, pushing the beak on the Crow’s head of his cane into her sternum. “Where were you?” He repeated.

“When we captured The Shadow?” Evrin asked quietly.

Kaz only tilted his head slightly as he waited.

“I, umm…” Evrin stumbled. She knew better than to lie, but perhaps she could somehow evade the question. Unfortunately for her Kaz knew better.

Kaz’s cane swiftly rose in the air before a swooshing sound cut through the silence as he flicked his wrist to the side. He knew Jesper and Nina had watched in silent horror over his action. Yet, Kaz was sickly pleased as his cane forced Evrin’s head to whip aggressively to the right, her skin now bright red.

“You were there” Kaz stated, stepping closer. He lifted her head up sharply with the end of his cane, his piercing gaze burning into her eyes. “You aren’t just Judson’s girlfriend” Kaz stated.

Nina and Jesper exchanged a confused look behind his back. Whatever was going on, there hadn’t been informed of.

“You were there, you helped drug her” Kaz said, his voice scarily empty despite the burning rage in his eyes. His fingers hooked into his pocket as he withdrew a blade from his coat. Kaz didn’t spare a second thought before he plunged the blade into the girl’s bad arm; knowing it now had enough sensation in it -thanks to Nina- for it to hurt.

It was a cheap shot, but one he thought she should be used to; after all there was a reason everyone tried to go for his bad leg. Evrin didn’t seem to have learned her lesson, or else she was too privileged to have experienced such assaults. Otherwise she would’ve seen it coming but the disgust and shock in her eyes showed that to not be the case.

Kaz’s anger grew as he recalled how Evrin hadn’t spared y/n such a privilege. His blade was curved at the tip and he allowed it to sink into her arm enough to grip the muscles inside before he tilted the hook backwards and pulled it out. “You call yourself svyatoy, the holy, or Saint” Kaz hissed. “Consider this to be my mercy, if you must. But it’s merely because I don’t break my deals” He defended as he stepped back.

“Since you believe in the Saints and an afterlife, you can get your revenge on Judson there” Kaz tsked, walking towards his sharpshooter.

“He’s dead?!” Evrin asked.

Kaz grabbed one of Jesper’s guns directly from his hand. He spared a small glance over his shoulder at Evrin, “he will be”.

Evrin wasn’t given the chance to speak. Instead, the girl’s response was cut short by the echo of Jesper’s gun just as Kaz faced forward again. “Let’s go” he stated casually.

Nina signaled for Wylan to drop his post guarding the back door as Jesper and her followed after Kaz. They all shared a knowing look. They should’ve known Dirtyhands always had more to the plan than they’d ever know in advance.

“Kaz, we want to help her too” Wylan complained over them having been left in the dark as to who Evrin was.

“Yeah, why keep us in the dark?” Nina groaned, grabbing Matthias’s hand.

Kaz silently shook his head as they trudged on, headed in the direction of where Evrin had disclosed.

If it was the wrong direction, Inej would be able to find them easily and redirect them along the way.

“I will not allow this to go awry” was all Kaz said, his tone clipped.

“Awry, as in killing our source of intel?” Wylan hissed.

“The girl’s dead?” Matthias asked.

“She’s the one who drugged y/n” Nina whispered to Matthias in explanation.

“Kaz didn’t need her intel,” Jesper suggested. “Did you?” He asked Kaz rhetorically. Kaz gave him a look that made Jesper grin with pride over having cracked the mystery that was Kaz’s actions.

“I don’t follow” Nina complained.

“I knew she was involved,” Kaz groaned. He wanted them to shut up so he could focus on the next step. If explaining his actions this one was what it took, fine.

“Okay…” Wylan trailed off.

“She was always going to be killed” Nina realized and Kaz nodded briefly in response.

“She got off easy, actually,” Jesper commented. Kaz shot him a glare, “she’s not my main target. I don’t have time to waste on her. We got what we needed”.

“And if she hadn’t answered?” Matthias questioned.

“She was going to” Kaz stated simply.

Matthias initially heard the response as egotistical. But as he saw the look in Kaz’s eyes that he’d had in the office days before and realized Kaz was right. Kaz would’ve gotten the information from the girl one way or another. Kaz just managed to work it out so it was obtained quickly. Matthias had no doubt Kaz would’ve loved to spend more time exacting revenge on Evrin.

But Matthias knew that the one thing, the only thing, that could make Kaz completely change his goals, got in the way of exacting revenge against Evrin; y/n. Matthias realized Kaz had chosen the chance to limit the time of y/N’s captivity -and likely related torture- over the chance for more revenge.

Kaz Brekker was truly in charge of Dirtyhands when it came to this heist thus far. Yet, anyone could tell Kaz had no problem utilizing the skills he’d formed as Dirtyhands to reach his goal.

Which was good, because during the several days it had taken for him and his Crows to get this far, y/n had been through hell.

The rebel group has tried every tactic they could think of. And it was all clearly written on her body now. The wound on y/n’s leg was surely infected by now, as it hadn’t been properly cleaned or closed. Her face and torso had bruises from the far too many punches and kicks they’d been subjected to. Saints, the group had even forced y/n’s head under a bucket of ice water until she passed out.

Y/n couldn’t recall exactly when she realized it, but she’d come to conclude that the group wasn’t truly trying to extract information from her. She sensed they’d enjoy the opportunity to do so should it come, but their clear intention was more so on her torture. They were even bold enough to try and inflict psychological harm on her. It might have worked had the attacks not been directed at Kaz.

Judson and his crew kept claiming Kaz wasn’t coming. And, given it had been at least five days since she’d awoken, perhaps y/n was truly delusional in her steady optimism that they were wrong. But, she knew if she caved in and allowed herself to accept that possibility it would be over. And despite how tired she was, y/n refused to give in, even if it meant her torture would stop. Y/n knew how to stay alive, and right now the hope that Kaz was on his way to her was what kept her fighting to stay alive.

That remained true even as y/n hung at an uncomfortable angle. Her ankles shackled to a long chain connected to the wall as her wrists were bound and schackled to the ceiling. Y/n’s body had long since given out despite her mind’s best protests and she was now dangling from the ceiling, the metal restraints being the only thing holding her up. Her wrists were beyond sore, having been rubbed raw. They’d even started bleeding from the friction and the pressure of her body begging to give into gravity.

Y/n only ever got brief relief when they’d lower her arms from the lock above so she could eat the scraps of they’d feed her to keep her alive for more torture. They were always wary of it, as technically it meant a better chance at her escaping. Not that it mattered. Even if she’d somehow been able to manage to stay standing and get out of the shackles that kept her hands above her head (or stand up while lowered from above to eat) the long chain at her ankle kept her tethered to the wall so she couldn’t go further than a few feet from her current spot.

Inej found the crows quickly and Kaz knew from the look in her eyes that she’d found y/n’s location. He felt a small squeeze in his heart before it sped up and he had to take shorter breaths. He was so close. If he handled the bext steps correctly y/n would be home, safe, with him. Kaz had to let go and let Dirtyhands take control. Y/n needed Dirtyhands to rescue her. Kaz could return after she was safe to try and console her.

Kaz’s eyes darkened as he turned to his group. “You know the rules. You know the plan. Any deviation from it and you’re done for” He warned as he turned around and began speed walking limping to the place Inej had come from. Kaz was slightly impressed Inej had listened to his order for her to not intervene upon seeing y/n should she have been there. Kaz couldn’t trust anyone else to handle this. He could handle it on his own if need be. He didn’t mind help from his Crows. But, he refused to risk putting the whole outcome in their hands. Dirtyhands had a plan and he wasn’t going to let anyone or anything get in the way of that.

“Kaz,” Inej whispered against the wind beating into their faces as they marched. “It’s bad” she told him, “it’s really bad”. Inej watched as Kaz’s jaw tightened and his pace somehow quickened. She hadn’t tried to handle it herself, there were far too many people involved for her alone. So she obeyed Kaz’s orders despite the guilt of leaving y/n behind for a bit. Inej’s guilt was fixed by the mercilessly determined and vengeful eyes of the man beside her. There was no doubt in her mind that Kaz was the best person to go in and get y/n out. They just had to get there quick enough.

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[that-sarcastic-writer]

Sweet As Pie (Beau Arlen)

Pairing: Beau Arlen X F!Reader

Summary: Beau has a crush on you, so with a bit of help from Jenny, he asks you out.

Warnings: Bit of language, this is literally candy cane fluff

WC: 1.9k

A/N: I meant it when I said I was gonna write for beau. He's so sweet, I adore him. Might or might not write some more for him, depends how this does. What can I say, I'm in my jensen era. Enjoy the pure fluff, you usually don't get this from me. I'm gonna proceed to disappear for another 3 months now.

Note if you're seeing this for a second time, yes, I am reposting this. I had some issues with the tags/dash and it wasn't showing up at all. So I'm trying again. Fingers crossed. No changes tho.

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“You’re so into her.”

“I am not.” Even he grimaced at that, his eyebrows furrowed and he pulled his lips into a pout of disapproval, who was he kidding, he knew Jenny was right. But it wasn’t like he could say that out loud. 

When he pulled his ass halfway across the country after his daughter and ex wife, the last thing he expected was to fall for the owner of the local bakery—you. But who wouldn’t? When he met you he was absolutely speechless. The bright smile on your lips, your welcoming attitude, your pretty eyes and your sweet words, they left him flustered. And then he tasted one of your pies, and he knew he was absolutely entranced by you. 

Beau Arlen had a crush on you. Big time. 

He thought he did a pretty good job at hiding it, but after you stopped by the station to drop off a freshly baked cherry pie for him, Jenny caught on. That and the fact that he would not shut the fuck up about you. That was a pretty big tell too. But he thought he was being pretty casual, or at least you seemed to think so, in your clueless nature since apparently it was pretty obvious the sheriff had a bit of a thing for you. 

“Really?” Jenny raised an eyebrow, head tilted to the side, clearly unimpressed. Beau opened his mouth to argue, but quickly realized he had nothing to say, so his lips quickly fell into a line and he shook his head, pretty much running away from Jenny and her persistent stare as he walked into the station. 

He had hoped she would leave him alone about it, that some criminal would change her focus, but much to his dismay, she followed him and she had this knowing look that reminded him of when a mother knew her son had a crush on the pretty girl at school. And at his age, he absolutely did not like that idea at all. 

“Okay, can you not?” He finally stopped and turned around to look at her, only to find that look intensifying along with a small grin and her hands on her hips. 

“What?”

“Can you not look at me like that?” 

She had to hold back a laugh, “Like what?”

Beau rolled his eyes, his head falling to the side with annoyance as he let out a sigh, “Like you know some embarrassing secret.” 

“Well it’s not a secret, you like her, and everyone has noticed by now.” She pointed out with a shrug like it was a simple fact. Beau once again opened his mouth to argue, but his lips simply parted, no actual rebuttal coming out, which only made Jenny snicker even more. “See, for once in your life you’re actually speechless.” 

“Y’know what,” He clicked his tongue, not wanting to be ridiculed further, “I don’t think this is somethin’ we should be discussing at the station. We actually have work to do, y'know, catch criminals and whatnot, so if we could just drop the subject.” He made a gesture with his hand, hoping the shade of pink that he could feel dusting across his freckled face wasn’t noticeable. 

“You know, considering how much you love to talk, one would think you would’ve asked her out by now,” She continued, earning her a small glare from Beau, which only made her chuckle. “She’d probably say yes, she’s so into you.”

Beau opened his mouth to disagree, but quickly closed his mouth when the words sunk in. He stood still for a second as he contemplated the idea of you actually liking him, as more than just a friend that was. He thought about the way you would smile at him whenever he talked to you about his daughter, the way you would burst into this cute giggle when he complimented your sweet touch, or how your eyes always seemed to light up when he would walk into your bakery. He thought about it. He smiled at the idea. But then again, you were sweet by nature, so maybe all of those things were just that, your sweet nature and nothing more right? He would just be making a fool of himself by asking you out. Surely, someone as pretty as you was already spoken for. Somehow he hadn't dared to ask. 

“She’s not into me. We're just friends. Just like you and me are friends, and just how Cassie and I are friends. There’s nothin’ more to it.” He finally responded, almost as if he was trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince Jenny. But you didn’t need detective skills to know he didn’t believe that, and neither did she. 

“You don’t look at Cassie or me the way you look at her, and she sure as hell doesn’t look at other people the way she looks at you. I’m not blind, I’ve been around you two.” She pointed out, now her hands folded over his chest and her head tilted. “Just ask her out. It’s that simple.”

Beau mimicked her stance from a few second ago, his hands on his hips as he leaned down to speak to her level, “That ain’t gonna happen. I’m not asking—” As soon as your name slipped from his tongue, he immediately regretted it because a second or two later, he heard the gentle sound of your voice. He didn’t have to turn around to know you were there, he could just tell it was you, the sound of your voice and your sweet cinnamon and vanilla scent being ingrained in his brain by then. 

“You’re not asking me what?” You asked with curiosity and a bit of confusion, having walked into the station a minute prior and having found Jenny and Beau having a conversation, his back to you. 

“Jesus,” Beau breathed out, his face now turning a shade of red as he turned around to face you, but even then he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his pink lips at the sight of you, he couldn’t help the way his chest pounded either. “I wasn’t expecting to see you ‘round here. How’re you doin’ sweetheart?” Despite the fluttering in his stomach, his charm was always ever so present, and especially knowing just how flustered he made you, and this time it was no different. 

“I’m good. I just, y’know, I was testing my new chocolate pecan pie recipe and I thought that maybe you would want to try some?” You bit your lip, motioning to the styrofoam box in your hand. He hadn’t even noticed that. His focus was completely taken by the pretty sundress that fell just above your knees and the glow that radiated over your face, your eyes lighting up with that look he absolutely adored. “I’m sorry, I probably should’ve called first, I thought about you.. That you would really like this pie, ‘cause you like pie and all.” 

“Oh, wow, well that’s awfully kind of you. Thank you,” He smiled, happily taking the box from you, his fingers grazing yours briefly, but it was enough to make you shudder a bit. “And don’t ever apologize for bringing me food, I’ll always welcome anythin’ you give me.” 

A smile replaced the flustered look on your face and you nodded at him, eyes locking with his green ones as you looked up at him. Five, maybe ten seconds went by when you remembered that Jenny was just standing there watching your exchange with Beau. Your eyes landed on her and you laughed awkwardly. 

“I’m sorry, hi Jenny. It’s nice to see you.” You said to her with a smile, which she welcomed, but she looked amused, even more so when she exchanged looks with Beau before she looked back at you. 

“Hey, it’s nice to see you too. We were actually talking about you just now.”

Your eyebrows shot up, and you tilted your head with curiosity, looking between her and the sheriff, “Oh? Nothing bad I hope.”

“Oh, no, no, of course not. Beau was just telling me that he wanted to ask you something.” Beau turned his head in her direction, eyes wide like they were going to pop out if their sockets and a flutter of pink dusted over his cheeks as his lips opened and closed a few times. 

You looked between both of them a bit confused and nervous at the same time, “Oh. Okay, well, what's up?” You asked Beau with a small smile. But the blonde just stared at you, teeth digging into his bottom lip. 

“Okay, I have work to do, so find me when you’re done,” Jenny said to Beau with a tiny grin before she looked at you, “It was nice seeing you.” She gave you a small nod before she disappeared down one of the hallways, leaving you and Beau.

He still hadn't said anything, which worried you since he always had something to say. “Beau?”

Beau was mentally cursing at himself, not understanding why he was having such a difficult time saying such simple words. Deep down he knew you liked him too, but he didn’t want to fuck this up too. He liked you too much, and he didn’t think he could handle anothet disappointment. But as his eyes found yours, always so sweet and so patient, not at all bothered by his indecisiveness, but more so curious and endearing, he just couldn’t keep the words in any longer. 

“What the hell,” He let out a heavy breath, eyes closing for a second before he found your eyes again, his chest pounding and blood rushing to his ears, “Do you wanna go on a date sometime? With me?”

The words left his mouth so fast you barely understood what he was asking you. It took a good second or two for his words to actually sink in. He was starting to get worried and panic flashed through his eyes. And then you smiled, bigger than he had ever seen you smile. 

“Yeah.” Was all you could say in a breath, a smile tugging at your lips.

Beau blew out a breath of relief, a smile of his own forming on his lips, “Yeah?” 

You nodded a bit too quickly, “Yeah, I’d love to go on a date with you.” 

“Okay, great.” He laugh softly, resting a hand over his rapidly beating heart. Now he was matching your slightly overbearing enthusiasm, but fuck, how could he not, you were an absolute dream. “How does tomorrow at eight sound?”

You bit your lip, tugging it under your teeth and you fiddled with the hem of your dress, thinking for a second before nodding eagerly, “Sounds great.”

“Eight it is then.” He chuckled, the smile on his lips so big wrinkles formed on the corner of his eyes, which you personally found absolutely adorable.

You chewed on your bottom lip, not being able to hide the smile on your lips as you took a step towards him, “See you at eight sheriff,” You giggled softly as you stood on the tip of your toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, the heat on his skin matching your own. 

“See ya at eight darlin’” He called out after you as he watched you leave the station, the biggest smile on his face as he mentally thanked Jenny for embarrassing him, and just how much paperwork he was going to make her do for it.

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[dr4kenlvr]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐛.𝐤

baji keisuke x gn!reader [reader is on their period, but there are no solidified pronouns!] - fluff, comfort (0.5k+)

request: how about a short fic with baji taking care of a reader who has very debilitating cramps? i've never seen anyone to that before, and personally, my cramps can get so bad to the point where painkillers barely work. if it's too much, then feel free to ignore this ♡

nana's note: oh man i also get really painful cramps so this is really relatable :/ now can i get a baji to comfort me or nah - also first post of the year yayayay

baji watches as the timer on the microwave counts down from 1 minute, each second accompanied by an impatient shake of his foot and a nervous sigh. it was that time of the month for you, and although you were upstairs laying in the soft sheets of his bed—the extreme painful cramps took away all that comfort. it had gotten so bad, that you were having trouble walking around. baji took the initiative to head downstairs, and heat up your heating pack for your stomach. 

“no no, you—you’re staying right here, ‘kay? i’ll figure out how to heat this thing and be right back” he had told you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before dashing down to the lower level of his apartment. 

beep! sounds the microwave, and baji pulls open its door to grab the pack. “ah fuck!” he shrieks, nearly dropping the pack flat on the ground. “shit’s hot as hell, fuck.” baji murmurs to himself, hastily making his way up the stairs and into his room.

“m’back, baby. let this cool down for a bit.” he places the pack next to you on the mattress, leaning in to grab your hand immediately after. 

“your hand is really warm,” you comment, looking at your boyfriend with his hair all tousled and clothes so casual. he looks handsome in his grey sweats and white tee, it’s not everyday you can catch him not in uniform for either toman or school. a smile forms on your face when he looks at you sheepishly.

he grins, “let’s just say the pack was really warm, too.”

you squint your eyes at him with a knowing glare, “i heard someone scream earlier. perhaps..” your smile turns teasing, “it was you?”

baji scoffs at your suggestion, puffing out his chest dramatically and flexing his muscles. “me? screaming? nah—must’ve been the wind, babe.” the pair of you laugh together, before you suddenly clutch your stomach as it tightens in mild pain. 

baji’s behaviour goes alert, as he quickly grabs the (now bearable) heat pack and places it onto your stomach carefully. he watches your expression attentively, as it contorts from discomfort to gradual ease. “is this okay?” he asks, and you nod. a yawn leaves you, a sudden tiredness taking over you for a moment.

“thank you, keisuke.” you mutter after a while, noticing that his hand still hasn’t left the pack. his hand keeps it in place, even though it surely won’t fall over if he were to let go. in reality, baji just wants to keep on holding you. you place both your palms atop his, feeling that same warmth envelop your nerves—and the rest of your body.

baji leans down to press his lips to your exposed skin, he closes his eyes as his breathing falls in tune with your’s. “i love you, you know i’ll do anything for you, whenever.” his brown eyes open when he notices you’ve fallen silent, your breathing sounds more calm and the hands once on top of his have fallen slack against the blanket. you’ve fallen asleep.

baji carefully departs from you, and presses a small peck to your lips before adjusting the pillows and blanket around you. he knew just how you liked to sleep, and he would remember these small things for the rest of time—if for you.

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companions react to sole crying when they raise their voice at them

The actual, secret prompt here is "which of the companions would not die of shame on the spot"

Cait; Doesnt die, but does achieve a sort of living Purgatory. She's a rough gal. Sole shouldn't be so sensitive. C'mon, grow up! And then she remembers her own life, being screamed at. Astral projects into hell. Will recoil and try to make it better, calm them down. Even says sorry if they look really hurt and it's not just an instinct they have. Slinks around like a kicked puppy after, keeps her distance.

Curie; I really have to question who Curie can upset that much. Can Curie even raise her voice like that, enough to make anyone cry? Curie herself is also bewildered, beneath the immediate regret. Rushes to them spewing apologies, but its short-lived as she’s likely to start crying herself. She's empathetic, she's sensitive, and she feels bad. This is no longer an argument, it is a cry-sesh. Promises to never lose her temper like that again, and keeps that promise.

Danse; The spectrum of reactions this man has here...depends so much on how close he is with Sole. With just another soldier under his command, really disappointed. You are a soldier. He'll back off and let them calm down, then give them a stern recommendation to either work on it, or consider a different career path. A soldier needs to be able to take orders, or discipline, or anything in a harsh tone. That's just the work. But if they're close...the GUILT. The GUILLLLLTTT. Like Curie, tries to fix it ASAP, hugs them if they let him. Apologizes for weeks after. Would dash himself against the rocks if Sole would let him.

Deacon; Panic. Panic. Panic. Switches his mood on a dime, bounces from joking, to still angry, to worried, to guilty, to joking again, to angry again...not because that's what he's feeling, Deacon is horrified, but he just isn't sure what to...do? There's very, very little that could make Deacon yell. Like...something really bad. So he's conflicted. He just made Sole cry. What the fuck, me? But also...Sole, c'mon...Eventually just focuses on de-escalating, calming them down. They can talk—properly, with no raised voices—later.

Gage; Honestly, might start laughing. Not even to be dick. Just...what? This fuck cleans house in the Gauntlet, butchers Colter, takes over Nuka World, but...getting yelled at is what spooks them? Have they...not noticed that when they're killing people, those people are yelling? How are you alive, man? Like Danse, changes on relationship. If he and Sole are close, he shuts up, and walks the fuck away. He's pissed off, he's annoyed, and he's hurt someone that he cares about enough that they're in tears. And this person doesn't crack easily. Him sticking around is bad news. It'll be a while, and painfully awkward, but...he will try to apologize. Keyword, try.

Hancock; Freezes, awkwardly tries to get them to stop and calm down, before slinking off. Hancock is not what one would call "emotionally apt". Where Deacon at least can remember how to be that, Hancock has only really known...casual relationships? One-off things, people he just parties with...not really friends. Or loved ones, even. Besides, Sole probably doesn't want him around right now...he certainly wouldn't. Vanishes for a while, and next Sole sees him, it's with presents and an earnest apology, and a promise to keep his temper in check.

MacCready; Huffs, kind of rolls his eyes, but MacCready is already dropping whatever they were fighting about and trying to patch this up. Takes back whatever he said even if it was true. He doesn't hug Sole, doesn't want to crowd them, but does rub their back or hold their hand. If Sole goes for a hug, they get it. MacCready is, weirdly, one of the more emotionally mature companions; handles it better, processes his own feelings better, and works with Sole to find a solution both to the initial problem, and how they both solve problems together in general.

Nick; It'll be a cold day in hell before Nick Valentine really yells at someone in a way that would warrant crying. So...either Sole has fucked up so much that he no longer cares, sees it as guilt-tripping, or Sole is (seemingly) overreacting to a simple criticism or scolding. First instance, he, again, doesn't care. Sole is probably a murdering jackass. Second instance, immediately concerned. People don't just start crying like that over something that simple. Either Sole is hurting and stressed way beyond what he thought, or there's something in their past that makes this more than what Nick sees it as. He drops everything, has them sit, talks them through some breathing exercises, gets them water. Sees if they'll talk about their feelings, or what they've gone through. Says he'll be more careful if that's a sore spot for them.

Piper; I'm pretty sure I've said this before, but Piper tends to throw candy at upset people. She'll also freeze for a minute, but jumps into action once the shock and shame wear off. Fumbles between saying she's sorry and begging them to stop crying, c'mon, Blue, you know she didn't mean...okay, well, no, she did, and it wasn't fair, and she's sorry, just take the gumballs, they're cherry, they'll make you feel better! No, Piper, they won't. Will kind of coddle and baby Sole for a while, concerned that they might be in a bad place.

Preston; Much like Nick...Preston is not a yeller, and he's not an angry, lashing-out kind of person. He's much more likely to withdraw and get quiet. So like...the fuck did Sole do? If its not a moral failing, but instead just a human slip-up, Preston will back down immediately, go "Okay, we'll talk later, you're not in the right headspace for this," and make sure Sole gets whatever they need. Hot food, water, sleep, maybe a bath. They need to discuss this and Preston is not so soft that crying will deter him. Being too yielding like that cost him Quincy. But he's not going to push something already breaking.

Unless Sole did something fucked up fucked up, like...go join the Nuka World raiders, or whatever. Preston will straight up laugh at them then, and he will do it to be a dick. Really? You went and did that, but can't stomach the consequences? Wow.

X6-88; Also wouldn't raise his voice. He gets curt, and his voice gets...softer, actually. Like...scarily soft. Crying when X6 critiques you is not going to end well. He has shit to do, and discussing the issue was one of them. And now Sole is wasting everyone's time sobbing. Over what, to X6, was nothing more an objective observation. How do you expect anything to get done without a spine? I think it would depend on the kind of crying, but he'll either give up, frustrated, or not care and want to just get it over with. X6 wants the issue resolved or at least discussed ASAP. He can't put everything on hold because Sole is weepy.

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[kazxraval]

At the Tower ~ With ~ @emreakbar

Since the fight on the beach with Theo, Kaz monitored the guy (different from stalked, in his mind anyway). Watched and waited, noted Theo's daily routines. A way to regularly slip in Theo's hut unnoticed took more time, but eventually he solved the problem. After many hours logged discreetly breaking in and snooping around the little house, Kaz finally found something of note.

Now, Kaz leaned back in a chair that belonged to an engineer in the tower. Late at night by some, but not by his own standards. He'd spent longer than he realized pouring over the contents of a flash drive. One that contained a folder with a recognizable name: Urmilla.

Coordinates found in this folder were entered into the Tower camera system. The view still streamed on the monitor in front of Kaz. Palm trees and horses, minarets that towered over a remarkably busy market. Was she there? Or at the other coordinates in the folder? Would the phone number he'd already tried a dozen times suddenly pick up? His brain moved at the speed of light to a far away place on the planet. Was she really there?

Plans began to assemble but were interrupted as Emre walked in. "Hey," he swiveled in his chair to face Emre. A faint but impossible to hide smile on his lips. The monitor sat at an angle Emre couldn't see yet, and his arm dropped to the desk to casually turn off the screen.

"Didn't know you have a shift tonight." His arm stayed on the desk, fingers ready to grab the flash drive. "Someone's trying to get your attention..." His other hand pointed at Emre, as if a person had silently dashed away just over his shoulder (there was no person).

#c: emre

[lostmyremembrall]

𝒩ℴ ℳℴ𝓇ℯ ℋ𝒾𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔

Tom Riddle x Gender Neutral! Reader Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Romance Summary: Tom Riddle is plagued by his trauma of the Blitz. He always pushes you away, but this time you decide, you're done watching him struggle alone. Warning: Mention of Trauma, PTSD Inspired by this amazing TR headcanon. Sending lots of love to @themothertruckingdarklord

Recommended music: I need my girl by The National

“3, 2, 1…” 

Everyone is staring at the large glowing countdown in the sky. Their breaths held in the stinging cold air of winter.

“Happy new year!”

Along with the impressive display of fireworks, the students' cheer erupted in the courtyard; hugging, singing auld lang syne with their arms wrapped around each other. The older students, perhaps a bit too drunk. You grin as well, watching the professors shake their hands and hug.

You turn your head in slight hope that Tom would suggest kissing. But, your smile dropped as soon as you sensed something wrong with him. Your boyfriend seemed like he wasn’t fully there. Frowning and staring, actually, more like glaring at one specific tile of the cobblestone ground. His breathing was quickening by the second. He did not seem to be registering his surrounding.

It was alarming. You’ve never seen Tom act like this before. Tom Riddle, who was always calm and stable, was disturbed by something. What could possibly cause the most grounded man to have such a strong reaction? “Tom?” you asked gently.

He didn’t respond. Your eyes dashed around you, wondering whether anyone else noticed. But, in the midst of celebrating the beginning of 1945, everyone seemed to be preoccupied with the mesmerising fireworks. Your heart thudded heavily. Was he hexed? What was happening to him?

You raised your hand, hesitated, but decided to gently touch the hem of his sleeve. Tom snapped his head to you; being on the receiving end of his angry, distraught eyes was enough for you to take a step back. “T–, Tom?” your voice slightly trembled this time.

“I–,” Tom’s voice shook. It seemed he was finding it difficult to even speak. “I’m going to head back.”

“Are you sure–,”

“I’m fine.” Tom snapped. The irritation in his voice was enough to shut you up. 

You bit your lip, knowing he was far from fine. You weren’t hurt, upset even, that after a year of being together it still took a lot for Tom to open up to you. The man’s gone through a lot. He never showed, but based on his childhood stories told so casually with a shrug, one can easily guess the emotional baggage he had suppressed within him.

What bothered you, however, was how helpless you felt. Just waiting for the convulsing pain that clawed at his heart to cease. Always watching from afar. Always hiding. Always lost with words. But when Tom said no, there was no further discussion to be held.

Your gaze fell; you just nodded. Tom’s eyes considerably softened, seeing the anguish and conflicted feelings in the drop of your shoulders as you gave in reluctantly. “I should get back to my studies,” his regret of snapping at you was evident in his soft murmurs. Tom bit his lip as well. Wanting to say, yet unable to say.

He pursed his lips into a smile. A gesture of reassurance. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.

You returned with a feeble smile, knowing full well that Tom did not purse his lips when he was genuinely fine. Tom nodded, and you watched Tom briskly walk back into the warm light of the fire inside the castle. Your sigh emitted a cloud of air, rising and disappearing into the dark, starless night.

*

You winced as you heard the bones crunch underneath you. You shivered. This hellish place was always colder than any part of the castle, perhaps even more than the outside. You absolutely hated this place, but your concern for Tom far outweighed your disgust for the snake den.

It was the only place you could think of when Tom did not return.

It was surprising that the booming sound of the fireworks still reached underground. You squinted up to the vast cave system that possibly had an opening to the outside. Amongst the echoes of booms above ground, you proceeded further into the Chamber of Secrets, keeping your ears strained for any sounds of slithering and scraping against the cold stone ground.

You crouched and squinted in the dark. “Tom,” you breathed out. There he was. Sitting in a dark corner of the cave under the low-hanging ceiling. It was a wonder how the tall man fit in there.

He did not respond. He was hugging his legs. Rocking himself back and forth. A sense of alarm started rising in you when you noticed that he was hyperventilating. Trying to heave as little as possible. Trying to take as little space as possible. 

Confined in the claustrophobic space of the cave, the tall man seemed a lot smaller than usual. 

You were suddenly struck with an urge to be close to him. Never have you seen Tom Riddle jr. so broken. So alone. So forgotten. You lowered on fours and crawled over to him, watching to not hit your head. 

It wasn’t pity that drove you. 

You huffed, twisting and turning your joints to fit through the narrow space. 

It wasn’t kindness. You army crawled, breaking a sweat at the pile of dirt that was blocking your way. His knuckles were white as his hands held each other. His face was buried in between his kneecaps. You called out his name that he abhorred so much but you so loved. Still, he remained silent. You squinted in the dark to find that Tom’s eyes were shut tightly. He couldn’t hear you. He was shutting out the world.

You noticed then; it was fear. It was fear that was driving you to so desperately reach him. Something about it all, seeing him engulfed and overpowered by a dark aura, made you feel like you might lose him forever. You grunted, stretching your arm towards him. Your muscles screamed. Your hand wavered, only hitting the cool air trying to reach for his warmth. Trying to reach for his strength and fragility. His hopes and fears. His humanity.

Tears were threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes. You simply had to get to him. No more hiding. You were going to stay right there with him, as long as it took.

With one last push, your hand landed on his overlaid hands, slowly but gently enveloping them in yours.

His rocking stopped. You held your breath, unsure of how Tom would take it. It was a tossup between an explosive outburst at his wish unrespected, a cool voice asking her to go away, or some form of a subtle hint that he wanted you here.

What you didn’t expect from him, however, was nothing. He remained still, simply allowing her to hold him. He did not object, but he did not welcome either. He was a robot, limp and spent.

But you decided this was good enough. If he wanted you gone, you would do so. If he wanted you to stay and just hold his hands, you were going to do exactly that.

The distant fireworks echoed in the caves as Tom’s breathing started to ease. Compared to the loud booms, his shuddered breathing was so much quieter, yet felt so much more violent. Your thumb involuntarily caressed his sweaty hand as you talked him through to take slow, deep breaths.

Tom let out a long shuddered exhale. You stifled a sigh of relief as his heaving relaxed. It did not even occur to you that you were holding your breath this whole time, biting down your lips anxiously to stop yourself from screaming yourself.

Your mind wandered to why it was that Tom chose the possibly most remote area of the castle. Cold, wet, claustrophobic. It was not the most comforting place, but it offered absolute privacy, except to those he trusted enough to teach simple parseltongue, namely you.

Your brows furrowed as a realisation dawned on you whether, whenever he excused himself, Tom had been coming here to have a panic attack alone. You bit your lips, refusing to let a tear drop. You were not there to pity, cry, or admonish yourself for not noticing. You were there for him.

Your thoughts were interrupted, however, when Tom stirred. He slipped his hands out from underneath yours, his eyes still closed. Still refusing to look up, he placed your hand in between his. A wave of relief washed over you as the Tom Riddle you knew returned to you. His warm, large hands shielded you from the cold. A reassurance that whatever it was, you were going to face it together. You held his hand back.

“It came back all at once,” even with his voice muffled against his kneecaps, exhaustion was noticeable. “It was like I was there. The shelter. The air raid sirens. Killing your breath. Waiting for it to end. Trying to guess how close the last one was.”

Tom drew out another shuddered breath and he finally looked up to you. Noticing you covered in dirt and the distinct slime of the chamber’s filth, he pulled you up to sit beside him.

“Crying and screaming kids,” Tom continued in a deep, grave tone. His gaze drifted across the cave to anywhere but your eyes. “The older ones were afraid too. Even Eric was quiet, for once.” You nodded, remembering the name being mentioned a few times when Tom, having returned from the orphanage after a summer, had a lot to complain about the ridiculous suicidal inclination of nationalism and its effect on youth.

Tears were welling up in his eyes. “I–,” Tom’s voice strained. He heaved a deep breath as he looked up to the rough texture of the cave ceiling, desperately trying to maintain control. He gulped.  His voice barely audible, “I didn’t want you to see me like–,” his voice faded through gritted teeth. His breathing was quickening again.

You peered into his eyes, which were still averting yours. His eyes showed myriads of emotions: fear, shame, resentment at the world, resentment at himself.

No more hiding. A voice echoed inside your mind. You inched closer, facing him and without a word, wrapped your arms around him.

Tom froze. He seemed to be processing what had just occurred. He smelled like the slime of the chamber, mixed in with his sweat. A hint of his cologne from this morning was ever so slightly present. He was your Tom Riddle.

It was impossible to find the right words. You’re going to be okay. But no, you didn’t really know that. I understand. But no, you didn’t. Living in the countryside, your limited knowledge about the Blitz only came from newspaper coverage. Nobody could. Not a single person could ever truly understand what another person felt. Don’t be ashamed or afraid. But Tom had every right to feel every one of his emotions.

In the end, the only thing you truly comprehended was your own thoughts and emotions. And you knew that you were thankful to be in the same space and time with him, sharing this moment with him. “Thanks for sharing this with me,” you mumbled against his shoulder.

Tom’s frigid arms raised themselves and tentatively settled on your back. He slowly lowered his head until it perched on your shoulder. Hesitantly, he nuzzled against your neck as he settled in. Slowly, his palms clenched the cloth of your robe into his fist.

And then, he finally let go. 

Tears overflowing down his cheekbones. His emotions pouring out in swears and gasps for air. Everything spilling over simply because he was caught in the crossfire of the whims, convenience, and agony of adults. 

He sobbed and sobbed into the nape of your neck. His teeth were still gritted against your skin. Tears after tears rolled down your neck and wet your blouse. He wasn’t just shedding tears. He was actually crying. His fingers painfully clenched and pulled on your robe, clinging to the cloth like you were about to disappear. You wrapped your hand around the back of his head, rocking him back and forth. You gently pecked his wet cheek.

Then it dawned on you. He has been an adult since he could talk. Forced to grow up so early. 

Spat out by the cruel world into a society of selfish adults who never allowed him a proper childhood. Tom cried his heart out while the very same world above them cheered and revelled in the new beginning. 

He was only 17. Not an adult even by legal definition. 

For the first time in his life, Tom Riddle was a child.

*

A/N: Some PSA. Tom didn’t see anyone die. But Tom isn’t any less or weak for getting PTSD compared to say, a soldier in the trenches. It’s not up to anyone (including the person w PTSD)  to judge what’s traumatic enough to hurt you. It’s not about who deserves help, who’s strong enough to come out unscathed, whose fault it is. If anyone is having mental health issues, it’s not your fault and you don’t have to feel guilty about receiving help.

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Inspo from @die-herzlos-engel - I will always throw out the idea of Boba being with a rebel reader who understand he has no real allegiance to the Empire but is always trying to get him to join the cause 👌🏻 but they don’t have the doe $$$.

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Priceless

Boba x implied fem!reader, a bit of angst, some action, no smut, dash of fluff

Words - 3,369

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Boba shook his head, annoyed. “That’s not my going rate, and you know it.”

You wheedled, “I could add in sexual favors…”

Boba snorted a laugh, “Very tempting. But still no.”

Frustrated, you let the topic drop. You turned back to your drink. He tried to improve your mood, “C’mon, let’s go cheat at sabacc with those Imperials. We can take them for all they’ve got.”

Wryly smiling, you shook your head. You had to find a merc with a ship, and if Boba wouldn’t do it then you still had a big problem. You fiddled with your glass.

“Don’t fret,” Boba elbowed you gently, affectionately. It was his form of PDA. You decided to let it cheer you up. Scooting slightly closer to him, you lowered your voice in the loud cantina, “You wanna… spend the night?” This request was a calculated risk. You were sort of together. Sort of. You didn’t think he was seeing anyone else, but he was often like talking to a wall in regards to relationships and things of that nature.

“Hmm,” he started noncommittally, his helmet tilting. Your face fell before you could control it. You glanced away, disappointed.

“I mean, yeah. Okay.” He toed your foot, causing you to look back at him.

“Okay,” he repeated.

A smile formed on your face. Suddenly the noise and color of the bar was boring. “Let’s go?”

He nodded once, shifting his weight off the bar top. You turned and strode out of the bar, Boba trailing casually behind you.

When you had walked a few blocks, he sidled up to you. “No one’s following us,” he commented softly. You smiled. He was ever alert.

You allowed yourself to glance over at him. He was watching the crowd as you walked. You longed to grab his upper arm and lean on him, but decided against it. He remained oblivious.

You reached your apartment and took the dingy elevator up. It creaked to a stop on your floor. Stepping out, you made your way to your door. Feeling safe, you keyed in the code to your unit without hesitation.

“You should be more cautious,” Boba’s voice held a tone of concern.

“I am when you’re not with me,” you commented, stripping off your jacket. You heard Boba set his gun down on your coffee table. His other weapons clattered as he added them. It was your rule that all weapons had to be deposited there safely. His helmet stayed on. You had yet to see what he looked like under it.

“Well,” he started. You turned to him, your jacket on its hook.

“Well… now what?” You teased.

He sauntered up to you, his hands going to your hips. Butterflies danced in your stomach as he found the hem of your shirt and pulled it up.

Tossing it aside, he grabbed your ass and yanked you to himself.

“Now… I’m gonna fuck you,” Boba said, voice low and husky with lust.

***

You knew he was gone before you had even opened your eyes. Your bed was small, and he was not pressed up against your back. You sniffled a bit, but didn’t cry. He never stayed long in the morning. You sighed and opened your eyes, sitting up. Missing him, you sent him a short message about nothing.

Setting your data pad aside, you got up to shower and eat.

Washing your face in the fresher, you remembered your most pressing problem. You had to find a merc with a ship. You decided to reach out to your ex, who was a second class merc. Maybe he knew of someone better than himself. It was worth a shot.

***

“Look, I am here professionally only,” you tried to clarify again.

“Sure, sure, baby. Let’s get it right: you missed me.” Julius sat back in his seat, smugly folding his arms across his chest.

You sighed, aggravated. You had known this was going to happen; you just hadn’t thought it was going to get to you that much. “No. I just wanna know if you’ve got any contacts I could get in touch with about a ship.”

“Not until you admit you wanted to see me in person. We coulda just commed, but you agreed to see me pretty quick.”

You got hot, embarrassed. Had you? “Well, at any rate, do you have any contacts for me?”

“No. But that’s not why we’re really here.”

Annoyed, you silently stood and grabbed your jacket. You had wasted enough time. Turning from the table, you decided to go hang out at your regular cantina. Boba might be there.

“You tired of being Fett’s side piece yet?” The casual tone caught you just as you were about to be out of earshot.

Your anger flared up immediately. “What’d you say you karking asshole?” You stomped back up to Julius. He seemed momentarily alarmed, then satisfied. “You know everybody knows that, right? You’re his lil’ over eager fuck piece?”

Enraged, you flipped his drink into his face. He sputtered, but laughed, “You’re only so mad because you know I’m right!” You slapped him as hard as you could, then realized you had to retreat. You were about to cry. Turning away from Julius, you stomped out past the other patrons to the street outside. It was drizzling a bit. Pulling your hood up, you sniffled as you slowly made your way to your regular spot.

***

You slunk up to the bar, behind Boba. Several gorgeous Twi’leks had circled around him. You tried to overhear their conversation.

“C’mon,” one of them reached out and grabbed him by the neck. She leaned in and kissed his helmet. “Don’t you wanna have a foursome with us, daddy?”

Boba pulled away from her, “No.”

The girls cooed and whined to him, rubbing his chest and arms. You held your breath, waiting to see how he would react to such a tempting offer. He turned to you abruptly.

“Did you really think you snuck up on me?”

You blinked, surprised, staring into his helmet. He repeated himself.

Blinking again, you sputtered, “N-no.” You were feeling sensitive from Julius’ comments. Boba’s helmet tilted very slightly. He seemed to be studying you.

“You okay?” He said after a moment. He brushed a Twi’lek hand off his chest.

You felt exposed, but tried to shield yourself, “Yeah, just it’s wet out. You know I hate rain.” He nodded, but didn’t sound convinced, “Okay, well, you want a drink?”

Not knowing what else to do, you nodded seriously. He raised a hand. The droid barkeep was there immediately. “Sir?”

“What she wants,” Boba nodded at you, brushing another hand off his chest.

“Just some Corellian ale, please,” you murmured. The droid shot off to fulfill your order.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” Boba took half a step towards you. The Twi’lek followed him, still cooing about a foursome.

“Kark off,” you hissed at them, suddenly furious.

“Ooh, who the fuck are you anyway?” One of them spat back. Boba turned to her, “Go away. Can’t you see we’re having a private conversation?”

She frowned, “Okay daddy, but we’ll be back…” The women fell away into the crowd.

“Who the fuck am I, anyway?” You asked, looking into his helmet.

The barkeep dropped your ale off. You waited for Boba to respond.

“Uh,” he started unpromisingly. “You, we’re, uhm, friends.”

“Friends?” You asked softly.

“Yeah?” He asked back.

Julius’ words rang in your ears. You chugged half your drink to avoid crying in public... In front of Boba. He started to speak, “Don’t be upset-“

You couldn’t bear to hear a bumbling response, so you simply turned from him and bolted into the crowd, towards the door. You pulled your hood up snugly again once you were outside. Crying a bit, you turned towards home. You hurried along, wanting to be safe at home.

After a couple blocks, someone came up beside you. Warily, you looked over. It was Boba. Surprised, you blurted out, “What’re you doing here?”

“We’re uh, still talking,” he said simply.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I have someone for you. For your… job.” He spoke swiftly.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, so I’ll DM you the details. I’ve worked with them before. They’re a pretty good smuggler.” You were relieved about that situation, but confused and sad about the non-conversation at the bar. Boba sidled up closer to you. “So.”

“So?”

“So, now you can relax about your… Rebellious streak.” He seemed pleased with himself.

You were thinking about you ex’s words. “Hm.”

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong yet?” He elbowed you gently.

“I don’t want to be your side piece.”

“What?” He seemed stunned.

“I don’t wanna be a side piece.”

“You’re… not.”

“What am I?”

“Ah. I mean do we need to label what we’re doing?”

“Yes.”

He became quiet. You walked together in silence. Finally you reached your door. You keyed in the code and it slid open noisily. You turned to Boba, “Well?”

“Can I come in?”

“You don’t have anything to say?”

“…I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Yeah you do, you just don’t wanna say it.” You were tired. You were angry. You were hurt.

He stood there stupidly.

You turned away from him and let the door skid shut behind you.

***

NAME - EM Wrex

SHIP - Salvage Hauler

RATE - I negotiated 30k credits for you, you’re welcome

CONTACT - 92.768.098876 (she’s expecting your comm)

R u going to the cantina tonight?

You sighed and set down your data pad. You had spent all of last night crying into your pillow. Missing Boba. Wishing you had just let him in.

But now you didn’t want to talk to him. You got up to have some breakfast.

Over your coffee, you commed your Rebellion commander.

“Well this is all great news. You have our smuggler with a day to spare, and at 3/4 budget. I’ll send you the funds. Pay half before, half upon completion. Everything else going okay? How’s your cover holding?”

“Perfect,” you commented absentmindedly.

“Hm, I don’t like your tone. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Oh, just my… boyfriend,” you lied.

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that. Well, stay focused on the mission for now, kiddo.”

You nodded, “You got it. I know what to do.”

With that, you said your salutations and ended the call. Sighing, you sat back into your sofa. After a moment, you commed your smuggler.

It rang for a moment before an attractive human woman picked up. “Oh, you must be my contact for The Job,” she said immediately.

You nodded, taken aback a bit.

“Fett said you’d be in touch soon. So, the rate’s 30,000 credits. Half up front, okay?”

“Yeah that’s fine, just DM me your payment details and I’ll take care of it today.”

“Yeah no problem. Hey, so what we smuggling?”

You smiled wryly. Boba hadn’t even told her what she was smuggling?

“You didn’t ask?” You evaded.

“Oh, I’d do anything for him, you know how he is babe,” she shrugged.

Immediately incensed, you tried to control your tone, “Oh, yeah, totally… so, how long you known him?”

“Oh, awhile, now… how about you?”

“Same,” you murmured.

“Yeah, he’s so funny, he’ll pull up outta nowhere on you.”

“Oh yeah I know, huh,” you said weakly.

“Anyway, see you at the hangar… I’ll send those deets along with the payment info.”

You nodded and hung up. Sighing, you got up to shower. You decided to try to surprise Boba at the cantina.

***

You watched as Boba let the woman slide her hand up his arm. She was looking at him intently, like he was the only other entity at the establishment. They spoke for a few more moments before she took another step into his space. His helmet tilted, but he didn’t push her away.

They talked some more. You decided you had seen enough. You stood to exit, finally catching Boba’s eye. He straightened immediately. You turned away and calmly exited the cantina, resigned.

You made it a couple blocks before someone was at your side. You had been daydreaming about Boba, not really paying attention. You were gently elbowed.

You stopped in your tracks, turning towards Boba. He stopped short. After a moment of awkward quiet, he asked, “You and my contact hook up?”

“Did you and your contact hook up?” You shot back.

“Not recently…” he muttered. Your eyes got big before you started to cry.

“Wait, I mean not since I’ve known you…” he tried.

You cried harder.

“That woman and I, nothing was going to happen. I came there to see you. I was just killing time waiting for you.”

You kept crying.

“Look, I… we… um,” he stumbled.

You smacked his helmet, hard, as you screamed, “Go back and kill some more time!” You ran off sobbing. He didn’t follow you.

***

Elize, as it turned out her name was, picked you up promptly at 0700. You were to meet up with the Rebel ship at 1145 exactly to pick up the cargo, a Rebel spy who’d been exposed. He’d managed to get smuggled this far; all you had to do was take him a bit further back to the Rebellion headquarters.

“So, how long you been in the smuggling business? Fett told me you’ve been a bootlegger for a while, but was really vague other than that. You know him.” She laughed.

“Oh,” you quickly pulled up your cover story in your mind, “Been at it for just about 5 cycles. It’s an exciting biz, moving other people’s stolen goods.”

Elize laughed again. “I like you.”

You forced a smile.

“Okay, here we go, jump space for five minutes and then we just slow poke it the rest of the way to avoid detection, got it?”

“Yeah.” You settled back into your seat. You were entering heavily guarded Imperial space. It was going to be a tense ride.

***

You could tell things were going south. Your passenger had been successfully picked up, but you were detected on the way back. The Imperial Cruiser hovered near you in space as Elize tried to talk her way out of getting tractor beamed.

“Just gun it,” your cargo insisted from behind you. You shushed him as she bullshitted.

“They’re gonna take us. That’s death for me and death for you two for helping me. Now, gun. It.”

You slapped him in the mouth, “Stop panicking and let the women handle it.”

Elize continued to talk out of her ass.

Ultimately, it was to no avail. “We’re requesting you to come in. Go to cargo bay 127 for inspection and processing. Should only be a couple hours before you’re back on your way, if you’re who you say you are.”

“Okay, sure,” Elize sounded amiable enough. But you could tell she had started the computer calculating light speed coordinates.

She inched her hauler forward casually. Picking up a bit of speed she headed towards the entrance. Your cargo became a problem again. You turned to shush him as the ship dipped and made a break for it.

You thought for half a second you were going to be clear. But the tractor beam grabbed you, abruptly halting your escape. The Imperial ship pulled you into its maw.

***

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you denied everything to the Interrogator.

“Well you were on a ship harboring a fugitive. So you know something,” she insisted. You thought of Elize and wondered how she was fairing. You knew your fugitive was probably doing terribly.

“Do we need to bring in an Interrogator droid?”

You doubled down, “It’ll be a waste of resources. I don’t know anything.”

“Well I’m ordering the droid anyway,” she said with casual finality. She stood and left you chained to the table.

You sat there, trying not to panic. You didn’t have advanced training to withstand this sort of… pressure. Would you fold? Were you going to die?

After an indeterminable amount of time, the door slid open. A stormtrooper walked in. He came over and undid your binders. “This way,” he said, turning. You followed him out of the room and down a long corridor, past many other troopers. You walked into a hangar. Elize’s ship was there, locked down. You noticed another ship across the way. Could it really be?

You squinted as you quickly approached. It was. Boba’s ship. Would you see him? Would he see you? More importantly, would he help you? The trooper stopped short at Slave 1’s ramp. “Onboard,” he indicated. You trotted up into the ship, following the trooper. He closed the cargo bay door behind you. Before you could say anything, he had disappeared into the ship. Confused, you stood stock still and considered your limited options.

A familiar dented helmet appeared from around a corner. Shocked, you felt your mouth fall open. He sauntered up to you, “You didn’t think I’d let you get into any real trouble, hm?”

“Were you the stormtrooper?” You asked incredulously.

He laughed, “Of course.”

“So…” you looked around, “where’s Elize?”

“Oh, she’s in big trouble. I can’t help her. But you, you made it easy.” He nudged you, “You gave a fake name. Easy to make you disappear. Easy to loop the security cameras, so it looks like I’ve been on my ship the whole time, just refueling. And now, we’re gonna take off and get outta here. Easy.”

“You did that for me?”

“Of course.” He was matter-of-fact.

“…why?” Your voice was small.

Boba’s helmet tilted towards you. “I love you.” He turned away from your stunned form and disappeared into his ship, “I’m getting us out of here. Come sit in the cockpit with me.”

Too shocked to speak, you silently strapped in next to him. He brought his ship to life and took you out of the cruiser, just like that. Once he was a casual distance away, he entered jump space.

You turned to each other. “Home?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, please,” you paused for a second, then asked, “how’d you know I was in trouble?”

“I heard that Elize’s ship was taken captive by the Imperials. I’m welcome to come and go, so I just parked and walked in and got you.”

You laughed, astonished. “That takes some balls.”

“Well I’m me. And, it was you.”

You shook your head, “I failed my mission.”

Boba shrugged, “But you’re okay. You live free to rebel another day.”

“Won’t you join me? You could do so much good. See how easy all this is for you?”

“I told you, if you get the credits I’m there.”

You snorted, annoyed. But then you remembered what he had said in the cargo bay. “Do you really love me or are you just talking out of your ass?”

He stiffened, “I do. Let’s not dwell on it.”

“Dwell on it? We’ve barely talked at all!”

He shrugged, then took your hand. Interlocking your fingers with his, he murmured, “I fell for a Rebel, what can I say.”

“You could say you love me more often.”

He sighed, “I’ll try.”

You crawled into his lap, where you stayed for the rest of the way home.

***

You woke up. Exhausted from your harrowing experience, you debated going back to sleep. Then you realized you were not alone. A strong arm was around your torso, holding you tightly. Delirious, you wriggled around to see what was happening. Boba’s sleepy voice sounded, “What’s wrong?”

“Huh?” You asked, surprised. He was still here, and it was light outside.

“What yah mean huh? You’re the one waking me up…”

“You’re still here; you’re never here,” you blurted out.

“I know. I thought… you would like it.”

“I do…” you rolled over and planted a kiss on his helmet.

His hands haltingly went to his head. He pulled his helmet off. You kissed his lips. They were soft and warm. He pulled you on top of himself. You looked at each other.

Smiling shyly, you mumbled, “Love you.”

Boba blinked, but responded, “I love you.”

You laid your head on his shoulder and brought a hand to his cheek. “Getting you for the Cause is too expensive, but having you is priceless,” you murmured.

He laughed, his chest heaving. “You’re what’s priceless.”

You snuggled into him and fell back to sleep.

**

Ch 2

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[scarletttries]

Scarlett I'm very happy for you! Wishing you a lifetime happiness💕🎉🧿 I'm writing you about your wedding project, oh How I love being ship with Kendall Roy! my name is Selin and I would like to see kendall falling in love with me when he was in the hospital💗 (maybe for Logan? Because I'm currently a new grad doctor🙋‍♀️) I like meeting new people, also I like cooking, spending time in the nature... I like little sweet coincidences🎈(bumping into each other type of coincidences maybe we meet like that?)...my dream date would include casual day picnic beneath big trees... my dream wedding includes full of spring flowers,not many people, but full of love and laughter,backyard of the house... thank you for your writing! I loved this project!

Thank you so much or your lovely well wishes, and congratulations on graduating as a doctor, that's so amazing! 😍 I'm very happy to ship you with.... Kendall Roy!

- When Logan is rushed into hospital after collapsing on his birthday, Kendall expects this to be one of the worst days of his life, his whole world seeming to crumble around him as his life threatens to change forever.

- The one thing that helps him feel on solid ground is you, his father's doctor, whose calm disposition and friendly smile seem to bring air back to his lungs and make it feel like everything might just be okay again. Every time you leave to go visit another patient he can feel himself craving being back in your company again, counting the minutes until you next return to check on his dad.

- When he can't stand waiting by Logan's beside without you for another moment, he goes to get himself a coffee downstairs, finding you just about to take a well earned break yourself. Kendall would shuffle over so timidly, asking quietly if he could sit with you for a few minutes to which you happily accept.

- To take his mind off his dad you'd talk all about where you're from, and all about the big park near you that you love to go for walks in. You complain about the hospital's food and tell Kendall about how you love to cook, and how when you cook for other people it's like its own kind of medicine. By the time you've finished your coffee Kendall has already fallen hard and is just about to ask for your number when your pager goes and you have to dash off to a patient before he gets the chance.

- Logan is discharged soon after that, and Kendall thinks he's missed his one and only chance to keep you in his life. Until one afternoon when he desperately needs some air and a break from his office, and he asks his driver to drop him at a local park, not sure exactly why its name had been echoing in his head all week. Wandering through the green space he feels calmer, looking up at the wide reaching canopies of the trees above him which filter through speckled sunlight that happens to land on an all too familiar face.

- "Can I sit with you for a few minutes?" He's far more confident than the last time you saw him, settling onto the bench beside you until you're catching up like old friends and he's already asked you if he can take you to dinner, getting your number before he misses his chance again.

- That park becomes yours and Kendall's favourite place to be together, spending your weekends picnicking beneath the trees. And sometimes Kendall even brings Sophie and Iverson to join you, knowing straight away that you're going to be an important person in his life for a long time to come.

- It would be under those same trees that Kendall would one day propose, and if you'd let him, he'd hire the whole park for an outdoor wedding in the peak of spring, bright flowers blooming across every inch, the sound of baby birds mixing perfectly with the string quartet that plays as you two say your vows, your little worlds combining forever. The two of you would dance all night long until finally all the guests have left and the two of you can lie on a blanket and look up at the stars, so grateful to the universe for bringing you together.

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Wed

Words: 815

Pairing: Gil Grissom x Reader

A/N: Not proof read but I hope it’s ok

Request: Gil x Reader wedding - @coping-via-clint-eastwood​

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All eyes were on you as you approached the altar. A warm shiver fell over your body as you looked up from the floor.

Gil's eyes met yours and everything melted away, the tension you'd built up, the panic, the worry, all gone in an instant. 

Giving the man a genuine smile you stopped and felt someone take the flowers from your hands but they were soon replaced with Gil's own hands.

The man gave you a smile of his own as he admired you. To him you looked beautiful every day but right now you looked phenomenal. 

Glancing over your shoulder you gave the guests a smile. Eyes meeting each and every one of your team members that you held so dear. A small squeeze on your hands had you bringing your attention back to your soon to be husband. 

Gil had to hold back his laugh as he subtly gestured towards the officiant. Realising he was speaking you quickly tuned back into what he was saying.

The ceremony didn't take long and before you knew it you'd said your 'I do's' and the famous words of 'I now pronounce you husband and wife' had been spoken.

In that moment your stomach flipped with joy and the two of you were soon moving towards each other for your first kiss as husband and wife. 

Bringing your hands up to his cheeks you quickly kissed the man in front of everyone and could see him blushing as you dropped your hands from his face. 

The cheers and whoops from the crowd had you smiling and Gil blushing more. He brought his hand to your cheek and moved forward to place a kiss on your forehead before his hand tangled with yours and the two of you were turning to fully face the guests.

The two of you had opted for a smaller sized wedding, with those who meant the most to you present, but you didn't regret it the slightest. You could feel every ounce of love and support in the room. 

Leading the way your husband held your hand as you stepped down the slight platform and offered you his arm once at the bottom. Arm in arm the two of you walked back down the aisle thanking guests as you went. 

"We should find somewhere quiet" the man whispered in your ear.

You nodded "a break would be nice"

The two of you were able to find a small room to hide in while the others moved through to the after party room.

Just as you sat down a knock on the door had you laughing "typical".

Gil smiled "come in"

Nick and Catherine were the ones to open the door covering their eyes with glasses in hand "are you two lovebirds decent?" Catherine laughed as she spoke

"Of course we are." They dropped their arms from their eyes and smiled. 

Standing up you and Gil gave them both a hug. 

As Nick released you he offered you the glass in hand "we just thought we'd bring you a little something to drink before the big party."

You happily took the glass "thank you. How's it looking out there?"

You took a seat in the small room and Gil did beside you.

Catherine smiled at the way Gil looked as you as you spoke "It's getting busy. The rest of the guests sure are turning up pretty quickly"

"Most of them are still in shock that Griss is even dating anyone." Nick said casually.

The group laughed as Catherine turned to Nick "we should probably let these two have some peace before they're hounded for the rest of the night."

The pair swiftly left and the both of you were alone again.

The man wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side, placing a kiss to your head as he did. "You look absolutely exquisite" 

"And you look more dashing than ever" tilting your head you placed a kiss to his cheek.

"You seemed really distracted during the ceremony" he enquired, moving a stray hair behind your ear.

"I was just taking it all in, how much we've gone through and that we were finally getting married, taking in how good you looked, trying hard not to make a fool of myself and all that."

His voice was soft "you could never make a fool of yourself."

"I've done it plenty of times and there's plenty more opportunity for me to do so " you tapped the man of his chest "just you wait." 

Glancing to the clock in the room you downed the drink you'd been given and stood up. 

"We should head in there." You held your hand out to Gil and he took it.

Folding his fingers with yours he gave your hand one last squeeze "here's to the first night of the rest of our life"

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