#tw: nightmares

[aftgficrec]

oh i caught you open! can we get some either andrew & kevin or neil & kevin being best friends and supporting each other? i feel like they're not explored enough and the potential is right there :)

Luckily, Kevin and Andrew’ friendship is a topic the fandom is pretty interested in.  So much so that we’ve split this ask.  In this post we’re concentrating entirely on Andrew and Kevin, Neil & Kevin’s friendship will be addressed in another ask. - S

Some previous recs:

Andrew & Kevin’s friendship here

Kevin & Andrew’s relationship here

Kevin as Andrew’s best friend here

Kevin’s friendship with Andreil here

‘Where The Wild Things Are’ here

‘I know that you'll come if you want’ here

‘N for nebulous’, ‘And Then There Was One’ and ‘Wear it to Eden's’ here

‘Reckless’ here

‘Trust Me’ here

‘Searchlights’ here

‘fugue in red’ here

splinters beneath our nails by mostly_maudlin [Rated T, 3719 words, complete, 2023]

Andrew hasn’t decided what to do about Kevin Day. A few days ago, he’d have said that Kevin was dead to him. If things had gone differently, that might still be true. Today, he walks up to the car and throws open the door.

Not again by LetThemCuddle [Rated G, 698 words, complete, 2023]

Andrew circled the stony striker when silence answered him. “Hello? Anybody home? The answer is yes, a lot of nobodies, just one is missing. I’ll give you three guesses.” “Pass.” “Never took you for a quitter. This is quite refreshing.” The goalie quipped, lighting a smoke. “Come on, the cars’ still running.” “I’m going to stay here.” Kevin’s quiet voice echoed through the abandoned stadium. Somber, lacking the usual spiteful energy he towed.

right on time by dayurno [Not Rated, 10915 words, complete, Aftg Mixtape Exchange 2023]

"Has your Butcher called back yet?" Oh. “No,” Kevin replies, frowning slightly. “It’s understandable. He is a busy man.” “Kevin Day making excuses,” pulling away, Andrew puts down, “at this rate, you might just write his name on the margins of your books with hearts around it.” “What? No, why would I do that?” “Why wouldn’t you?” Kevin gives him a perplexed look. “Andrew, do you think I like the Butcher of Baltimore?” Alternatively, when the Butcher of Baltimore issues an order for his subordinates to bring him his childhood idol, he forgets what his choice of career entails. Kevin would hold it against him if he didn't find the man so fascinating.

tw: (accidental) kidnapping

Rescue Me by Demiwitchwoodwalker [Rated T, 4564 words, complete, 2022]

“I can protect you, from him and yourself,” Andrew said in a tone Kevin couldn’t quite place after a long moment filled with nothing but the muffled noise of the game playing on Kevin’s laptop. “I can help you stay instead of running further or back.” Kevin stared at him then, finally letting himself actually look at him, and the same feeling from before returned, feeling like a hand clenched itself around his lungs and heart. He pushed his laptop closed, the game’s audio abruptly cutting off, and turned slightly to face Andrew, whose expression had shifted back into the grin that seemed to constantly be present in the day and whose eyes looked almost dead. Kevin’s lips parted, words rising in the back of his throat, but he couldn’t get them past his tongue. How was he supposed to do this? The memory of Andrew the night before floated through his mind again, when he was as close to sober as he could get, more vulnerable than Kevin felt he’d ever seen a person despite the fact that Kevin was the one halfway through a breakdown. "Why?" --- Aka, how Kevin and Andrew make their deal. (Potential triggers are listed in the tags, please be careful!)

tw: self harm, tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced suicidal thoughts

The Tide by zoeellendraws [Rated G, 20473 words, complete, 2022]

Kevin and Andrew participate in a showcase that could make or break their ballet careers and discover a promising new talent in the process.  Or Mysterious Ballet AU

tw: implied/referenced violence

I came for the safety (stayed 'cause you made me feel) by Charcoalll [Rated M, 4621 words, complete, 2021]

“Day? We’re gonna get you out of here okay? Minyard’s gonna make sure you get out of here and down to the bus” Kevin looked over Wymack’s shoulder where he could see the figure of the small blonde man. Kevin nodded, how could he do anything but nod? These people were sticking out their neck for him in a way he couldn’t remember anyone doing before. No words could ever describe his thankfulness.  Or: A little glimpse into Andrew and Kevin's relationship before, during and after AftG.

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced alcohol abuse

biting down by vincevangothh [Rated T, 2257 words, complete, Aftg Exchange 2017]

kevin learns that in order to understand something, you have to allow yourself to learn, and talks to andrew about neil. '“Did I or did I not tell you that you have asked as many free questions as you are permitted to today?” This time, as Andrew snaps, Kevin hears it. “Free?” he asks around a mouthful of rice, swallowing hastily before he continues. “So if I give you something, I can ask more?” It's a rhetorical question, but Andrew grants him a small nod anyway. “Neil and I have - had - a thing.” Kevin agonisingly anticipates his next words as Andrew scoops up another mouthful of food. Static silence stretches out between them until he swallows again. “Truth for truth. For everything you ask me, I ask you something.” “Deal.”'

Reasons by orphan_account [Rated T, 1895 words, complete, 2016]

“You took me with you when you recruited him,” Andrew muttered, but he knew Kevin was listening. They both knew that it was the closest Andrew could get to a thank you, so they both kept quiet. A list of the times Andrew met Kevin, interwoven with the list of times Andrew met Neil.

Kevin, Andrew and their friendship by @andrews-jort-loving-pipe-dream [tumblr, 2023]

“Why are we here?” “I'm here because it's Josten's birthday next week. You're here because you can't be alone.”

Andrew and Kevin watching a movie together after one of them wakes up from a nightmare. by @foxesbettingpool [tumblr, 2018]

He’d been up the majority of the night, wasting away on a bean bag chair with textbooks, papers, and a mountain of notes surrounding him.

tw: nightmares

Future Andrew & Kevin hc by @thepalmtoptiger [tumblr, 2018]

Andrew and Kevin stay close friends after leaving the Foxes and going pro.

Kevin asks Andrew to be his best man hc by @palmettofoxden [tumblr, 2017]

Kevin asks Andrew to be his best man at his wedding and Andrew just stands up and walks out of the room without answering or even reacting.

Art

andrew & kevin brotp edit by @mint-and-memories

Andrew and Kevin meme art by @foxhole-doodles

#fic #kevin day & andrew minyard #neil josten/andrew minyard #universe: pre canon #universe: canon compliant #universe: post canon #universe: canon divergent #au: ballet #au: dance #au: butcher!neil #theme: angst with a happy ending #theme: fluff #theme: fluff & angst #theme: fluff & humour #theme: hurt/comfort #theme: protectiveness #theme: friendship #theme: pro exy #theme: amnesia #theme: reunions #theme: christmas #theme: character study #tw: suicidal thoughts #tw: panic attacks #tw: implied/referenced abuse #tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon #tw: implied/referenced violence #tw: nightmares #tw: self harm #tw: kidnapping

[promptful]

Literally Sleeping Together Prompts

it's cute, lol.

WARNINGS: Suggestive. Nightmares. Parents fighting.

1) We’re sleeping over at a friend’s house, but both the bed and the couch are taken. We end up on the floor in a cocoon of blankets. And, I don’t know how we got here, but I woke up with your chest pressed to my back. 

2) Preferring to sleep with the other person even though there’s another bed open. 

3) After a “there’s only one bed” kind of event, I slept next to you. But now, my bed seems so empty, and yours seems so comfortable. 

4) I’m damn freezing, and I know you run warm. You wouldn’t mind if I…

5) One character falling asleep watching the other’s chest rise and fall—basking in the vulnerability of it all. 

6) We’re only halfway through our road trip, and there’s no hotel for miles. Thankfully, the trunk is wide open, and I have a few blankets. 

7) This marriage has been nothing but a fake since the start. But we’re staying over at your parent’s home, and they’re expecting us to act like we’re in love… which side of the bed are you, regretfully, taking? 

8) I fell asleep on the couch because I’m sick, and it’s the only way I’ve been able to fall asleep. I woke to you sleeping on the floor next to me. 

9) Nightmares have been coming and going for me all night, but you offer to watch over me and “keep them away.” I know you’re not going to make it five minutes, but thank you. 

10) As a bodyguard, you’ve been posted in my bedroom. Just… come sleep next to me. That way I can be safe, and you can be comfortable. Deal? 

11) I may hate your guts, but I’m not going to just leave you here when you’re like that. Roll over. 

12) Rain is pouring down the windows, and I have no will to go out. Neither do you, coincidentally. Curled around each other, we fall asleep to the television murmuring. 

13) You’ve just come home from work, and are obviously worked up. In an attempt to distract you, I’m running my fingers down your chest, across your belt, down your sides, but you stop me. Embarrassed, you admit you just want to be held, maybe even to fall asleep in my arms. Never be embarrassed about that. 

14) “What are we?” you asked, curled around me and buried underneath the sheets. “I don’t know,” I responded, listening to your heart. Do friends usually snuggle until the sun rises over the horizon? 

15) The rings underneath your eyes are terrifying. Sit your ass down and go to sleep. And to make sure that you actually sleep, I’ll be right here beside you. 

16) All the other hotel rooms are booked, and even though you are my ex, I would rather sleep next to you than a stranger, or even go back out into the snow. Move over, and let’s not talk about it. 

17) You’re seriously allergic to the softener the cabin uses on their sheets. Thankfully, I bring my own—let me just move over. 

18) I’ll kill your friends for showing you that horror movie with the knowledge that you scare easily, but for now, let me hold you and promise that the monsters underneath the bed don’t exist. 

19) My neighbors are partying. Let me sleep over. Please. 

20) It’s 2 a.m. but you call, asking if you can sleep over because your parents are fighting. Oh, darling… 

#prompt list #writing prompt #writing prompts #writeblr #writing #story prompt #story ideas #cw: suggestive #cw: spicy #tw: nightmares #tw: suggestive #p.

[scottxlogan]

IRON MAN 3 2013 | dir. Shane Black  

#Robert Downey Jr #Tony Stark #Iron Man #Iron Man 3 #dailymarvelgifs #marvelgifs #marveledit #Pepper Potts #gweneth paltrow #moviegifs #cinemapix #marveldaily #filmgifs #mcuedit #mcu #marvel #pepperony #tw: nightmares #ptsd #dailyavengers #avengersedit

[schrijverr]

I'd Pick You

Robin has a nightmare and bikes over to Steve’s, only to find him already waiting for her on the porch after a nightmare of his own. Together they make it through the night.

Based on this post by @rogueddie

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: nightmares

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Robin shoots up in her bed, panting heavily as panic clambers up her throat. In her minds eye, she can still see that Russian bunker, feel Steve’s limp body behind her. The silence around her feels oppressive. It’s always quiet after. She never screams, never makes a sound, just the sudden start into wakefulness.

Sometimes she wishes she would. Wishes she’d scream so loudly that her parents would wake up, that they would come and tell her she’s okay now. That she is safe. She wishes that she could make it real, not just for herself, but for them too. To show she hurts.

However, she’s also grateful for the silence that comes. The loneliness of her bedroom after the horrors of her mind. Because her parents won’t come, won’t make her some tea and sit with her until she stops shaking. Won’t keep her here.

Quietly she slides out of bed, grabbing her bag from the ground and her jacket from the chair in the corner of her room.

She tiptoes down the hall, shivering and regretting not grabbing a sweater too, but not wanting to risk waking her parents now that she made it past them. As much as she craves their affection sometimes, they won’t be able to calm her down like Steve will.

Luckily, they have come around to her attachment to him and she just leaves them a note to tell them where she has disappeared of to. A common occurrence.

At the door, she remembers she forgot socks too, so she slides into her flip-flops, before carefully opening and closing the door as she enters into the night.

The cool breeze washes over her as she hears small critters scuttle about. Above her the stars twinkle happily. She takes a deep breath in, letting it out as her shoulders relax slightly. It feels good to be outside for a bit

After taking a second, she unlocks her bike, which has been chained to the fence. She uses her jacket sleeve to wipe the condense of the saddle, before swinging her leg over the frame and biking off towards Loch Nora.

Their houses are quite far apart, but the route is familiar and she feels the jittery energy leaving her as she paddles faster and faster until she’s out of breath.

Robin lets the bike carry her the last stretch of the route, until she comes to a stop in front of a familiar house. She goes through the motions of locking her bike and chaining it to the fence in a way Mr. and Mrs. Harrington would hate if they saw, before she turns to the entrance. Her eyes then fall on a figure sitting on the porch.

Steve.

He’s sitting on the steps, blanket wrapped around him, yet shivering slightly anyway, since he’s only clad in boxers and a shirt.

A part of her is relieved she doesn’t have to feel guilty about waking him up by banging on his door, however another part of her is concerned about him. He smiles at her, but his eyes aren't really seeing anything.

“You okay, dingus?” she asks as she walks up the path towards him.

“As okay as it gets,” Steve answers her with a small huff that is supposed to be a laugh, but doesn’t really land.

She slides her bag of her shoulder and sits down next to him. She should get him inside, but like her, he needs the outside sometimes and if she goes inside now, she’ll feel trapped. Best to give it a moment to all calm down. To believe that Steve is alright again.

He automatically drapes one corner of the blanket over her so they can cuddle up together. He feels cold and a few cigarette buds lay at his feet.

“How long have you been sitting here?” Robin asks.

Steve doesn’t meet her eyes as he shrugs: “Thirty minutes or so.”

Mentally Robin convert that to an hour. She sighs: “Dingus, Steve, why didn’t you come over?”

“I didn’t want to wake you,” Steve replies. “Plus, last time I knocked on your window you fell out of bed because I startled you so badly. You had a bruise for a week.”

“That’s not a reason not to show up, you dingus,” she tells him, nudging him with her shoulder. “I’d much rather have a little bruise than a sad Steve. You know how I get with your puppy dog eyes.”

The comment gets a small laugh out of Steve, which sends relief through Robin’s veins. It feels like she can finally put the worries her nightmare gave her out of her mind. Steve is here. Alive and well. Present and accounted for.

“I’ll remember that, Robs,” he promises, meeting her eyes and giving her a soft smile.

“You better,” Robin grins. “If I have to hear my parents talk about protection, so do you.”

“Oh my god,” Steve cackles.

“Don’t laugh, dingus,” Robin complains, but she’s also smiling at Steve’s delight. “It’s not that funny, asshat.”

“But it is,” Steve protests. “They’re worried about your virtue with me. Me! That’s hilarious.”

“Okay, maybe it’s a little funny,” she gives in, leaning into Steve's side as he does the same.

They sit in silence on the porch. Robin listens to Steve's even breathing as she watches the stars, glad to have him next to her. They should be heading inside by now, but Robin doesn’t want to say goodbye to this moment, to the crisp air and the freedom of the night sky.

However, after a few minutes Robin shivers. She just has her jacket a shirt and shorts on, which are doing nothing against the early autumn night. Her toes are especially freezing in her flip-flops.

Steve notices immediately, practically attuned to her every movement like she is to him. He perks up and says: “Let’s go inside, I’ll make hot chocolate.”

“Whoo,” Robin cheers, allowing him to pull her off her feet.

She is glad he suggested it. She knew it would have to happen, but it’s nice that he is one that came to the conclusion to go and suggest something that would make them not have to go to sleep just yet. She’s also glad for the hot chocolate, they both need it to warm up. Steve especially. She doesn't want to think about how long he has been out there before she came.

Inside she places her bag by the door, kicking off her flip-flops and hanging her jacket on her favorite hanger as has become routine.

Steve ambles further inside flipping on a few of the lights as he goes. Robin follows after him, hopping onto the counter as she watches Steve putter around the kitchen to make their hot chocolate.

It has become tradition to drink it on bad nights. Robin doesn’t know what he does, but no one makes hot chocolate like Steve does. It tastes better when he makes it.

She can see that Steve also starts to feel more human again. He’s humming softly and swaying a little as he stirs the milk and powder.

After a moment of existing alongside each other, Robin asks: “What was yours about?”

Steve looks up at her, his eyes flashing with a few emotions, before he sighs. Then he shrugs: “The usual, you know.”

And she does know. She is probably the only person, Steve has ever let in far enough to tell her about the nightmares he has. How he screams himself awake and there is no one to hear and check in on him. No one but Robin, but Robin doesn’t live with him. And having to go over is enough of a barrier to make him hesitate.

It’s probably why he was on the steps, Robin realizes as she watches him grab two mugs. He wanted to reach out, but hesitated. So he sat there, hoping she’d come by.

The realization alone is enough to convince her to push where she'd normally let him deflect. “What usual was it?”

He looks a little surprised, before looking back down and focusing on pouring the hot chocolate in the mugs.

Steve is quiet for a second and Robin almost thinks he isn’t going to answer, before he says: “The junkyard. But you were there too and I could only get to you or the kids on time.”

“Holy shit, Steve, that sucks,” Robin tells him sympathetically, because there isn’t really another thing to say in this situation.

“It wasn’t too bad. I woke up before either of you could get ripped to shreds too badly,” he shrugs, trying to play it off. Instead of elaborating further, he takes the two mugs and walks her way, asking: “What about you?”

“The bunker like always,” Robin answers, letting Steve get away with deflecting again. He’d talk more later, she is sure. “You died this time, you know. So I was all alone down there, tied to your corpse.”

She accepts the mugs and takes a sip, burning her mouth in the process.

Steve gives her sympathetic look. He is the only one who can do that without coming across as condescending and Robin loves him for it, because she needs that comfort.

He takes her free hand and presses it against his chest. She can feel the steady beat of his heart and the last bit of tension leaves her. He gives a lopsided smile and says: “Still alive and kicking.”

“Thank you,” she tells him quietly.

“Of course,” Steve replies, because there isn’t a world where they won’t do anything for the other.

They drink their hot chocolate like that. Robin sitting on the counter, Steve between her legs, her hand on his chest.

Once their mugs are empty, Steve breaks the silence: “We should try sleeping again. You have school tomorrow.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Robin groans as she jumps off the counter. “I have Mr. Harris first period, he is the worst.”

“Yeah, don’t miss him,” Steve agrees with a grimace, leading her up the stairs. Their dirty mugs can wait till tomorrow.

“I won’t either. I mean, he just is terrible,” Robin starts to complain in a rant as she walks to Steve room on autopilot.

Steve chips in his own opinions and memories, the conversation sliding to school in general. They move to the en suite bathroom. Robin pees first as they continue to talk, Steve pees after. The two wash their hands side by side, before going to bed.

The sheets are still a mess from when Steve stumbled out of bed in a panic earlier, but Robin doesn’t comment on that, instead just climbing in and crawling under the covers. She holds up one corner and beckons: “Come cuddle, dingus.”

Steve rolls his eyes at her, but doesn't waste a second crawling in beside her. He curls up like he always does and as always Robin curls up behind him, molding her own body along the line of his back.

It had taken them a few tries to perfect their cuddling position, but now they have it down.

Robin must admit she had been a little surprised when Steve admitted to liking being the little spoon, however, she has come to love being the big spoon.

She clutches the back of his shirt with one hand, letting the other come around to place over his heart, their legs tangling together. This way she could feel every beat of his heart, feel his lungs expand as he breathes and know she makes Steve feel protected, something she couldn’t do for him in her nightmare. When it mattered. It feels like making up for something that luckily never happened.

So, she happily cuddles up to him, burying her nose in his hair and being soothed by the smell of his hair products.

Despite the late hour, neither fall asleep quickly. Their encounters with the Upside Down have taken that from them, but they get comfort out of being together anyway.

It’s during this that Steve speaks up, like Robin had predicted. “I would have picked you. In the dream, I mean. I would have picked you and that scares me.”

Robin can imagine this is easier to admit without having to look at her. She feels both happy and a little hurt by the comment. Conflicted she asks: “Why does it scare you?”

“Because it wasn’t even a question. I will always pick you, even over the kids. I can’t exist without you and the idea of you loosing you scares me so much that I would be willing to sacrifice the only thing I was ever good at to save you,” Steve says quietly as if he hopes she won’t hear him.

It’s a lot at once and Robin needs a moment to think it through. She squeezes Steve to tell him she heard, she’s still here.

Steve loves her a lot. She already knew that, but she is so used to be second choice that it overwhelms her for a second. Steve loves her as much as she loves him. It’s insane how much she adores this goofball in her arms.

However, she also knows how much Steve loves the kids. She sees how he lights up whenever they come by work and how 90% of the time, he’s talking about something silly they did or complaining about how they never pay for gas and always demand rides, though he would never even ask them to pay for anything.

She also knows that Steve would die for these kids, that he has sacrificed himself for them. Hell, she has seen for himself how Steve will jump in front of danger for these kids without a second thought.

It sounds ridiculous that he would not jump in front of danger to save them. That he would abandon them for Robin.

Robin knows how much of Steve’s sense of self is built around protecting the kids and all he does for them. A lot of his life revolves around the kids, the dates he goes on and her. She is very touched by him picking her, but she can imagine that must be terrifying to Steve.

After gathering her thoughts, she finally replies: “That is scary. I can’t exist without you either and I’m not even going to think about the possibility, honestly. But, you’re never going to have to make that choice.” It’s only as she says it, that she realizes what she wants to say. “You’re not. I’m not going to let you.”

“How?” Steve asks, sounding small yet hopeful.

“Well, first of all, those gates are closed. It’s done now, so hopefully it will never have to come to such a scenario again,” Robin starts. “But beyond that, I will always be running towards you and we can run to the kids together. No having to pick.”

“God, I hope it doesn’t come back,” Steve sighs, but the line of his shoulder is less tense than before, which is a good sign, despite the fact that he adds: “But what if you’re tied up?”

“Steve, my sweet dingus, coming up with what ifs isn’t going to help,” Robin tells him gently. “I propose we agree that we’re going to work together to keep those idiot kids safe and by always doing that together, you’re going to be by my side if something goes wrong and you never have to pick, because we’ll be together to go to the kids. How does that sound?”

Steve is quiet for a second as he mulls over her words. Then he says: “Yeah, yeah, okay, let’s do that.” His hand comes up to slide over hers, the two of them holding hands over his chest. “Us together.”

“Us together,” Robin repeats, squeezing his hand.

“I love you, Robs,” Steve tells her and she knows how he means it.

Her insides thrilling with happiness at the friend she made. There is probably nothing in the word that can separate them and that’s something she never thought she’d have. Fondly, she replies: “I love you too, dingus.”

“Thanks for listening to me,” Steve then adds.

“Of course,” Robin replies, because as before, there isn’t a world where either of them wouldn’t do anything for the other. “Think you’re up for sleep again?”

“Yeah, goodnight,” Steve says.

“Goodnight.”

It’s not instantly, but the two of them manage to fall asleep once more. Their breathing syncs up and they keep the other warm and safe. It isn’t perfect, but it’s more than enough.

The next morning, an alarm wakes the both of them up. Robin lets out a long groan, burying her head more into Steve’s back as he hits the alarm until it stops. Then he starts to sit up as she complains: “Nooo, five more minutes.”

“You can go back to sleep, you sleepy head,” Steve tells her with an eyeroll, she doesn’t have to open her eyes to know that. “I’ll make some breakfast.”

“Ngh, warm,” Robin pouts, clawing to his shirt to stop him from going.

In the distance she can hear Steve laughing at her, which is rude and she will remember that, but sleep takes her under first. In her sleepy state, she can’t fight him off as he pries her fingers off his shirt.

What feels like just a second and yet hours, Steve is shaking her as he says: “Get up, Robs. You need to get to school. Get dressed and come eat breakfast.”

“Do I have to,” Robin whines, burying her head in the pillow.

“Yes,” Steve says, poking her. “Come on. Giddy up. We have to go if you don’t want Mr. Harris to be a dick. And you know he will be.”

That gets Robin out of bed. She must look a mess and Steve has no problem laughing at her bedhead, which naturally earns him a middle finger as she stumbles out of bed. Steve of course is already dressed with perfectly styled hair and she hates him a little for it

She pads over to the bathroom where she has her own toothbrush to use. When she’s done, Steve has already disappeared down the stairs to finish up breakfast while she gets dressed.

As she left the house last night, she didn’t stop to pack any clothes. She’s honestly surprised she remembered to snatch up her bag. But it isn’t any issue. Without a care she pulls open Steve’s wardrobe. She has a few sets of clothes here, but Steve just has more comfortable pants and boxers so she steals those, before picking out one of her own shirts.

Once she’s dressed she makes her way downstairs. Steve has a plate of breakfast ready for her and a cup of tea waiting. She always drinks tea in the morning, hot chocolate is for nights. Her parents don’t know that about her, Steve does.

He knows how she eats her breakfast, that she likes women, that she thinks Mr. Harris sucks. He knows that she steals his pants and boxers, but he never comments. He knows her inside and out and he would pick her. He’s her dingus.

“Thanks,” she says, hoping those thoughts show as she dives into eating her breakfast.

“You can chew, you know,” Steve informs her in that judgy way of his that she loves.

“I know,” she tells him while chewing obnoxiously just to be annoying.

“I hate you,” Steve says without heat.

“I love you too, Stevie,” she grins.

He rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling too as he turns to his own breakfast and his coffee, because he likes drinking something gross in the morning, the weirdo.

With breakfast gone, the two get ready to leave. Robin doesn’t have her normal shoes, so she slides into her flip-flops, resigned to wearing them to school until Steve rolls his eyes and hands her a pair of sneakers.

“We don’t have the same shoe size, dingus,” she reminds him. “I’d rather wear flip-flops than loose my shoes all day.”

“I know. I got these in Freshman year, they should be your size,” Steve says.

Cautiously Robin takes them and indeed they fit. “Fuck yeah,” she cheers as she hears Steve huff out a laugh of his own. “I can’t believe your Freshman shoe size is my shoe size now.”

“Well you know what they say about big feet,” Steve replies, wiggling his eyebrows as he opens the door, because he is a massive asshole.

“Oh my god, iew, stop that,” Robin exclaims making gagging noises. “Also don’t get too cocky mister, your shoe size is like two bigger than me and I’ve seen your dick. It wasn’t that impressive you know.”

“Scream it louder why don’t you, wake the whole neighborhood up,” he shoots back, smartly not replying to her point.

Robin sticks out her tongue and he does the same.

They walk down the path past Robin’s bike, which stands forgotten against the fence. She’ll probably pick it up in the weekend or something.

Together they get into the car, still continuing their silly dick-size-shoe argument. In that moment, Robin has all but forgotten about that Russian bunker and Steve’s limp body behind her. There is sound all around her and she feels no weight on her shoulders as she screeches at something stupid Steve tells her.

Sometimes she wishes it won’t end. Wishes that she could spend the rest of her life in the car with Steve talking about anything and everything under the sun, that they’d have no goal and just the world in front of them. That they’ll stay together. She wishes that this could be forever and nothing could ever change it.

However, that isn’t the case. She’ll have to leave that car, go back to the world where she has to talk with other people and pretend the summer didn’t happen. But she’ll be okay, because she will get to go back to Steve after and they’ll work the counter at Family Video and pick up like no time has passed. Steve who puts her first.

With a smile, she slides out the car, but not before hugging him. She waves goodbye until he leaves the parking lot. There are worse ways her night could have gone. Worse ways her life could have gone. She can deal with nightmares if Steve is there to catch her again.

#rr writing #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #stobin #st post season 3 #tw: nightmares

[dailydragon08]

Nightmare I

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Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader Summary: Luke gives you all the touch and comfort you need during a rough night. Warnings: reader has a nightmare (but it isn't described), Star Wars universe curse words. A/N:  "Remnants" is a series of one shots in no particular order about the budding relationship between you and Luke as he trains you in the ways of the Force. Comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

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You watched rain slide down the Redeemer’s front windshield, the crashing thunder in the distance a comfort you didn’t know you needed. You and Luke had located another Force artifact on the jungle planet of Kenari and landed your ship near the cave it was supposedly found in. Since it was getting dark and the current storm had no intention of letting up, you and Luke had opted to get some sleep and start out in the morning instead. 

You sighed as you dug through your bag where it lay on the main hold’s large, circular table. “Kriff.”

“What’s wrong?” Luke turned from where he was tinkering with R2 in the corner. 

“I forgot to pack enough nightshirts,” you grumbled. You lifted a shirt you’d worn previously on this trip to your nose, barely biting back your gag at the smell. “Well, definitely not that one.”

“Here.” Luke quickly disappeared into his bedroom—which had been converted from one of the imperial shuttle’s many cargo holds, just like yours—before emerging with a large dark shirt in his hands. He almost looked nervous as he held it out to you. “I always keep a stash of clothes onboard, just in case, so I have extra.”

You hesitantly reached out to take the soft black fabric in your hand. “Are you sure? I don’t want to take it from you if you need it.”

He smiled softly and nodded. “I’m sure.”

You held his eyes for a moment before taking the shirt in your hand. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Borrow it as long as you need to.” He turned his focus back to the astromech in front of him. “I’m almost done with R2’s repairs and then I’ll be heading to bed, too. But let me know if I’m too loud.”

“I will.” You paused in your bedroom doorway, clutching the soft fabric in your hand. “Goodnight, Luke.”

“Goodnight, Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You let the door close behind you with a whoosh, staring at the shirt in your hand before taking a deep breath and shedding your clothes. You didn’t usually sleep in pants, but as you let Luke’s shirt fall over your shoulders, found it sank down mid-calf on you anyway. The v-neck that only exposed his collarbones went much lower on you, your hands disappearing inside the sleeves. You held them up to your nose and breathed in his scent before sinking into your sheets and letting sleep overtake you. 

***

You woke in a panic, screaming loud enough to wake the dead and clutching your sheets to your chest. You panted as you looked around frantically, feeling relief surge through you at the familiar walls of the Redeemer. 

You jumped again as your door flew open and Luke rushed in, wearing loose sweatpants and a tank top that he was still hastily pulling down over his torso. He took in your panicked stare, his blue eyes racking over your body for injuries. 

“I-I’m sorry,” you stuttered, feeling the tears building behind your eyes. “I had a nightmare. I…I’m so sorry—”

His eyes turned soft. “It’s all right. I get them, too.” He took a few steps closer, then hesitated. “Can I sit with you for a minute? Or do you want some space?”

“Stay,” you said before you even realized you’d spoken. “I mean…if you want.”

“Of course I will.” He made his way over to you and gently sat on the edge of your bed. He stared at you unsure for a moment before taking your hand in his, gently rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. “Is this okay?”

You nodded, biting your lip. His eyes were so full of genuine concern, it made your heart flutter. The dream, however, still had its claws sunk deep into you and you couldn’t stop your face from crumbling as the tears started to flow. 

His face fell and he looked like he was about to cry himself as he murmured your name. 

You futilely wiped a few tears from your cheek as more poured steadily down your face. “I’m sorry—”

“Hey, please don’t apologize. I want to be here for you.” He squeezed your hand in his before continuing softly. “Can I hold you?”

You looked up in surprise, your sleep-addled brain taking a moment to process. You could feel his hurt through the Force as more tears fell and he looked at you so tenderly and carefully, his fingers still gently caressing yours, it made your heart thump twice as hard in your chest. 

“It’s all right if you don’t want me to—”

“No, I—I do,” you answered, your voice cracking. “I…Please.”

Luke let go of your hand and didn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you tightly against his chest. You buried your face in the warm skin of his neck and clung to him. The movement made his shirt slip down your shoulder and your heart skipped a beat at the feeling of his warm fingers gently stroking your skin there. He pressed his cheek to yours and you closed your eyes, breathing in his closeness and warmth like an antidote. You could feel your pulse settle as his fingers traced gentle shapes against your bare shoulder, his gloved hand gently massaging your back. 

He moved to press his cheek against your forehead and gently pulled the collar of the shirt up to cover your shoulder again. His flesh hand moved to gently stroke your hair away from your face and he pressed a feather-light kiss to your forehead. You felt his sudden embarrassment through the Force and he cleared his throat quietly. “Sorry, that was just…sort of instinctual.”

“It’s okay,” you breathed into his skin. “It feels nice.”

He hesitated a moment, his fingers still gently playing with the strands of your hair before kissing your forehead again. You pulled back to look him in the eye and felt your heart swell at how adorable his bedhead was. His hair looked so silky and it took all your strength to resist running your fingers through it—although with how much he was still playing with your hair, you’re not sure he would’ve minded.

“Thank you,” you breathed, realizing as your lips moved how close they were to his. 

He nodded, his eyes drinking in your form. His face suddenly bloomed an adorable shade of red as his shirt collar slipped down your shoulder again. His eyes tracked the movement before snapping up to your face as another tear escaped you, gently wiping it away with his thumb. He gently tucked your hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering on your jawline. 

You stared openly, glancing at his skin that peeked out from underneath the white tank top. It honestly didn’t cover much and really put his toned shoulders and arms on display. Your sleep-drunk brain couldn’t help but think his skin was such a nice golden color. 

His eyes went wide and you frowned for a moment before yours did, too. “Oh, Maker, was that out loud?”

He chuckled, looking down bashfully. “Um, yes, but…thank you.”

“Sorry, I’m…really tired.”

He met your eyes again, his gaze soft and holding something you couldn’t identify. He licked his lips, his thumb lingering over your collarbone momentarily as he inhaled deeply. His hand traced a gentle line up to the column of your neck and it took everything in you not to brush your lips against his. His voice was so soft, you almost didn’t hear it. “That looks so good on you….” He blinked and cleared his throat, quickly pulling the collar back up over your skin and scooting so there was more distance between you, although his arm was still securely wrapped around your waist. “Sorry, apparently I am, too.”

You held his gaze briefly before you both looked away, laughing nervously. “Um…t-thank you for checking on me and for the hug.”

He nodded, his lips curving slightly and highlighting his cheekbones. “Anytime.” He stared for a moment before letting out a shaky breath and dropping his arm from your side. You suddenly felt empty at the loss. “How are you feeling now?”

“Better.”

“Do you think you could go back to sleep now?”

You nodded. “If I can ever return the favor though…please let me know.”

He squeezed your hand. “I will. Thank you.” He hesitated, holding your gaze before standing and walking towards the door, pausing near the frame. “You do…look good…in that shirt. Keep it for as long as you need.”

You could feel the butterflies fill your stomach. “I will…Goodnight, Luke.”

“Night, Y/N.” He gazed at you for a moment before tearing himself away, the door closing behind him with a hiss. 

You settled back down into the mattress, holding onto the feeling of his arms, hands, and skin as you fell into the land of dreams once more. 

#star wars #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #star wars x reader #luke skywalker imagine #star wars imagine #luke skywalker fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #luke skywalker fluff #luke skywalker comfort #tw: nightmares #star wars remnants #luke skywalker x fem!reader #luke skywalker x jedi!reader #my writing

[strawberryvanillablast]

Bruno Buccellati being a parent

Bruno: *comforting Giorno* There, there. It'll be alright, Giorno.

Giorno: *hugging Bruno, shaking, trembling*

Bruno: *gently stroking back of Giorno's head* Easy now. It's just a nightmare. You're alright.

Giorno: *looking at the corner of the room* ...

Bruno's voice: There's nothing to be afraid of.

Giorno's nightmarish hallucination: *Other Bruno smiling at him unnervingly*

Hallucination Bruno: It's all your fault, Giorno. All your fault.

#jojo kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo bizarre adventure #jjba part 5 #jojo part 5 #jjba pt 5 #jojo pt 5 #vento aureo #golden wind #giorno giovanna #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #tw: nightmares #angst #hurt/comfort

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Often people with ptsd wont only have nightmares of the traumatic event but also nightmares involving trusted people hurting them

You ever think Wylan would have a nightmare like that about Jesper ?

And knowing Wylan, he will feel thoroughly awful for having nightmares about someone as kind and gentle as Jesper. So that just ups the angst, self hatred/blame and frustration of having recurring nightmares

(This is what happens when ao3 goes down for an extended period of time)

#my thoughts have no where to go #six of crows #soc #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #wesper #tw: nightmares #tw: ptsd #someone write this

[giggly-squiggily]

Returning The Favor (Blue Lock)

Hi hello welcome to Squiggily's Self Indulgent Time- in which I had a severe craving for Kunigiri and decided to write it. These two make me so freaking soft and I just- words can't form for how much I love them, you know? I hope you like it! :D

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

CW: Swearing, {Part 3: medical-based nightmares, panic and anxiety attacks}, mild angst

@cupcake-spice13, @myreygn

Summary: 4 times Kunigami tickled Chigiri and the one time he managed to return the favor.

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1.)

Lights flicked on overhead like a window being drawn open- a chorus of tired groans and curses followed soon after. Kunigami yawned as he sat up-running a hand through his orange bed head as he watched Team Z around him begin to wake.

It was always so interesting to him watching people wake up. You had your early risers who were up well before the lights- Kuon was gently rousing a wrinkle faced Naruhaya awake with the promise of breakfast while Isagi stood, stretching his arms out and making his back pop in a series of satisfying cracks.

Then you had those who hated mornings with a passion. Raichi was cursing up a storm, face pressed in his pillow as he struggled to wake up. Gagamaru looked positively dead, a curtain of hair blocking his violent expression as he scratched at his buttcheek.

Then there were the ones who needed help waking up. A LOT of it.

“Oi, Princess; rise and shine.” Kunigami turned to the mound of blankets beside him, red hair poking out the top like his sister’s Troll dolls. For someone so graceful when he was awake, sleeping Chigiri was a disaster. Soft snores could be heard beneath the sheets, the mound raising and falling slowly with each breath he took. It was almost hilarious how heavy Chigiri slept; the world could be ending and he’d simply turn over and keep snoring. Sometimes the guys joke about him “Only waking up after true love’s kiss”.

While Kunigami rather liked that idea, he had an even better plan of attack.

“Princess…” Kunigami crawled over, gently prying the blanket off his boyfriend.The other made a noise of quiet scorn, frowning in his sleep as he curled up further against the morning chill. “It’s time for breakfast. Hurry before there’s nothing left.”

In response, Chigiri turned over, snuggling on his back with a sleepy sigh. The ginger shook his head, unable to fight down a smile.

“Alright- you asked for it.” He grinned, eyes landing on the sliver of skin between Chigiri’s sweats. He shimmied beneath the futon.

A second or two passed. Then-

PFFFFT!

“GAH!” Chigiri let out a shocked squeal, flailing beneath the blankets at the sudden raspberry being blown against his bare skin. Immediately after he was laughing hysterically, swatting and slapping at Kunigami’s back as he struggled to escape. “STAHHAHAP! SHTHAHHAHP! I’M UP! GHEHAHAHA I’M UHUUHHUP!”

“Are you sure?” Kunigami asked against his hip, grinning when the blankets got yanked off, allowing him to see the redhead’s hot glare. “Good morning, Chi. Sleep well?”

“I was- but then a big ugly ogre showed up in my dream and tried to eat me!” Chigiri tugged at Kunigami’s sweatshirt, unsuccessful in pulling him off. “He was tall with big muscles and orange fur and smelled bad.”

“Oh, that is IT!” Kunigami mock gasped before going right back to his tickles, making the redhead squeal and fall over. “Screw the cafeteria, I’m having raspberries for breakfast!”

“AHEHAHAHHA KUNIHIHIIHIHIHIHIHI!”

~~~

2.)

“How’s your knee?” Kunigami asked, brows furrowing when Chigiri made a soft noise, rubbing at the joint. They’d been running all morning- something about “90 minute endurance” that left a lot of the guys exhausted. Chigiri naturally outpaced them all- his speed was amazing even when he wasn’t going all out.

“It’s fine..just a little sore.” Chigiri tried to smile, but he looked so tired it came off as a grimace. “I’ll do my leg care in a bit. I doubt I could make it back to the locker rooms right now even if I tried.”

“Hm.” Kunigami kept looking at him, amber eyes flicking from his expression to his knee to the main rooms. Then he stood up suddenly, squatting before the redhead.

“What are you-Whoa!” Chigiri yelped when arms tucked under his legs and back, sweeping him off his feet. “K-Kunigami, put me down!” He grabbed on to him like a startled cat, cheeks getting warm when he heard a few of the guys whistle and croon at them. “I can walk back myself!”

“Sorry- can’t let you do that.” Kunigami told him simply, ignoring the others as he began to walk back to the main rooms. “Besides, what happens if you hurt yourself on the way in?”

“I’m not a porcelain doll! I won’t break. Chigiri snapped, pissed.

“Didn’t mean it like that.” Kunigami winced, expression falling. “Sorry.”

Chigiri grew quiet as they passed the sliding doors, the sound of the AC above them the only noise. Then: “No, I’m sorry. I’m not…used to getting help.” Chigiri’s expression softened to one of remorse as he squeezed Kunigami’s shoulder. “Thank you for helping me.”

“Hey, that’s what heroes do.” The ginger smiled as he leaned in, kissing Chigiri’s cheek. “I don’t like how down you look. Come on- smile for me.”

“Screw you- I don’t smile when people tell me to.” Chigiri rolled his eyes, flattening his mouth. No success- the corners of his lips were twitching.

“Not even for your knight in shining armor?” Kunigami teased, the hand under Chigiri’s knee curled, fingers wiggling beneath it. “After I’ve saved you from that dastardly ogre this morning?”

“Ehehhehehehe! Nohooho, dohoohn’t you dahhah-HERO!” Chigiri squeaked, nearly falling out of Kunigami’s arms when he felt his balance shift. “Don’t I’ll fall!” 

“I’ll never let that happen.” Kunigami reassured him, effortlessly readjusting his grip. “I’ll catch you always.”

“Wow, I’m swooning.” Chigiri deadpanned, even as his cheeks warmed and he snuggled closer, resting his head against the crook of Kunigami’s neck. “Get the smelling salts, I just might faint.”

“I’ll go get Gagamaru’s gym socks.” Kunigami offered, laughing when Chigiri pinched him, disgusted.

~~~

3.)

“Hey, look at me.” Kunigami’s voice was soft and hushed, as if Chigiri would shatter at anything louder. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

Chigiri would have snarked something in reply had he been able to breathe. The nightmare still played through his head over and over- a tall grotesque figure with a massive circular saw looming over him, going to cut off his leg. He could still hear the sound of that terrible machine in his ears, the gleam of it as it got closer and closer until-

“Hyoma.” The sound of his name snapped him back to reality, and he looked up with panicked eyes at Kunigami. “We’re gonna breathe together, okay? Follow my lead. Ready?” Kunigami set a pace- slow and deep. Chigiri struggled to keep up, his breathing shaky and hitching with each inhale. His vision was so blurry- was he crying or sweating? Was he even awake or was this dream Kunigami putting him under before the big chop?

“That’s it…nice and slow…” Kunigami’s hands found his. They were so warm, hot almost in Chigiri’s clammy ones. They felt so real and thick and human. Calloused and rough yet so incredibly gentle. “There we go. Just like that.”

His lungs weren’t on fire anymore. The tightness in his throat was starting to loosen. When he breathed in again, it wasn’t so hard. “H-hero?” He stammered out, barely over a whisper.

“I’ve gotcha, Princess.” There it was- the one thing that reminded him where he was. No longer in a doctor’s office wheeling to surgery- no longer in the warped hospital of his nightmare. He was in Blue Lock, the aluminum floors cold against his bare feet, the wall against his back prodding into his spine uncomfortably. He didn’t care- discomfort was reality to him. His hands weren’t trembling anymore. “There we are. Just like that.”

He didn’t know how much time passed. He honestly couldn’t remember leaving the main room. He probably fell asleep out here- or maybe he woke everyone up. It didn’t matter- Kunigami was beside him now, an arm sliding across his back and pressing him into a broad chest. He could hear Kunigami’s heartbeat racing. “I scared you..”

“No, I’m not scared.” He reassured him, the hand on his back sliding up and under his sweatshirt, pressing into bare skin. The touch was incredibly comforting. “Just worried.”

“Sorry…” Chigiri mumbled, blinking as tears slid down his cheeks. He didn’t know if they were fresh or lingering.

“Don’t.” Kunigami sounded so gentle yet firm. The hand on his back ran across his spine, fingers curling as they dragged along his skin. Any other spot Chigiri probably would have squirmed away, too ticklish for his own good. Maybe he was too drained to react, but he rather liked the feeling. “Rest. I got you.”

Chigiri hummed, closing his eyes, the feeling of Kunigami’s nails scratching his skin combined with the sound of his heartbeat was like a lullaby to him. “Thanks…Rensuke.”

If Kunigami replied, he didn’t hear it. He was already asleep.

~~~

4.)

“Say it.” Kunigami was staring at him- a new intensity in his expression. “I wanna hear it.”

“Hmm….no.” Chigiri decided, fighting down the urge to smile as he carried on blow drying his hair. “I don’t like being told what to do.”

Kunigami puffed, the frown he was trying to force on his face coming off more like a pout. The effect was rather adorable- Chigiri almost gave in just for that face alone.

This was more fun, he decided.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Chi!” Kunigami scooted closer when the appliance turned off, Chigiri putting it aside as he gathered up his hair tie. "My kryptonite- the one who takes down superman!”

“I thought you liked All Might.” Chigiri hummed as he began braiding the side of his head, working the soft strands down slowly. “Does that mean I’m whatever his name is? The dry bones looking guy?”

“Oh no- you’re far too pretty to be Shigaraki.” Kunigami’s fingers came over his, taking over the task. Chigiri almost swatted him away but decided against it, letting his hands fall to his lap with a small sigh of content. “Though if I had to compare you two in personality…”

Chigiri tch’d,  reaching back and pinching Kunigami’s thigh. The ginger yelped, spasming some and accidentally tugging the redhead’s hair. Chigiri hissed in pain, his glare softening to a grumpy cat look after the hero pressed a soft kiss against his crown in apology. “I’m still not saying it.”

“What? After this beautiful job I did with your hair?” Kunigami finished the braid, tying it off and tucking it away. “What’s left of it anyway.”

Chigiri snorted, his hand running over the plait. “I’ll be thinking of it all day- really; my head still hurts.”

“Sorry- though you’re the one who decided to tickle me while I’m holding your hair.”  Kunigami pointed out, a small grin pulling at his lips at the word. “You know, now that I think about it…”

“Kunigami.” Chigiri knew that voice all too well. He went to run, but hands were already at his sides, pulling him back into a broad chest. “Don’t you dahahhahre!”

“Say it and I’ll stop.” Kunigami teased, fingers pressing into his ribs like a piano, bringing out a wide range of giggles and snorts from the redhead. “Give in, Princess~”

“Noohoohohooho wahahahahhay! I’m noohohohohohot sahhhahaying shiiihiihihihihihit!” Chigiri declared, even as he sank further, grabbing at the ginger’s wrists. “Kuhuuhuhuuhnigahahhhami, plehahahahhahse!”

“Please what?”

“Yohhoohoohu know whahahahhat!”

“Do I? What am I doing?”

“Tihiiihihihickling mehehhe-No whahahhhahahhait! Whahaaihiihiihihihit!” Chigiri squealed when a hand slid to his belly, clawing at the center while the other carried on prodding his ribs. “Nohooohoho doohoohohohohon’t!”

“Which is it? First you’re asking me to wait, and then you’re asking me to please keep tickling you!” Kunigami mock argued, giving Chigiri’s knees a friendly squeeze and earning a whole array of cackling laughter. “Such a demanding princess- make up your mind!”

“AHEHAHHAHAHA!” Chigiri squeaked out a whine, face hidden in his hands as he tried to curl up and away. His ears were as red as his hair, cheeks hurting from how much he was smiling. “KUUUHUHUHUHUNIGAHAHHAAMIHIHIHIHI!”

“You know what I want to hear.” Kunigami smirked.

“FIHIHIHIHNE, FIHIIHIHNE! AHEHAHHAHAHA- RENSUHUHUUHKE!” He cried, gasping for breath when the tickling finally came to an end. Kunigami looked pleased, his face warmed and lightly flushed. “Ahehehe…hehhehehe….hahahappy now?”

“With you? Always.” Kunigami grinned, deeping Chigiri’s own blush significantly. “Hey.” He reached out, brushing his hair out of his face gently. “I love you, Hyoma.”

“Ugh, you’re tehherible!” Chigiri covered his face, suddenly shy. Eventually, he moved his hands, sitting up some so he could properly face the other. “I love you too…Rensuke.”

Kunigami’s heart swelled three times its size.

~~~

5.)

“Ugh, my back…” Kunigami groaned as he stretched, wincing when the muscles along his spine screamed at him. “I’m too young to have these problems- what the hell?”

“Pfft- old man.” Chigiri teased, squeaking when Kunigami’s sweatshirt hit him dead on. “Ew, hero sweat.”

“Drink it, it’ll give you superpowers.” The ginger grinned, cackling when Chigiri practically flung the garment away, grimacing. “What, don’t wanna be my Mrs. Incredible?”

“Watch yourself.” Chigiri rolled his eyes, his teasing smirk dropping some when Kunigami flinched. “You okay?”

“Yeah- my lower back is just being loud.” Kunigami sighed, rubbing it with one hand. He knew he shouldn’t have overdone it working out- he could feel the beginnings of strain settling in halfway through his routine. Reo even told him to rest, but he was so confident he could handle it.

“Lay down on your stomach.” Chigiri ordered, earning a raised brow.

“Huh?”

“Lay down on your stomach.” He said again, gesturing to the single bed. “I’ll give you a massage.”

Kunigami’s brows raised, a twinge of both eagerness and reluctance swirling in his chest. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering.” Chigiri shrugged, flapping his hand at the bed impatiently. “You’ve always helped me out when I needed it- I want to do the same for you.”

Kunigami looked at the bed and back at the redhead. Then he laughed, reaching out and pulling Chigiri in his arms, squeezing him gently. “You always help me too. Thanks, Chi. I appreciate it.”

“I haven’t done anything yet.” Chigiri mumbled against his chest, his arms coming around to hug him back. “Now-get in the bed before I change my mind.”

“Pfft- alright, I’m going. So demanding…” Kunigami laughed, doing just so. He heard Chigiri shuffle behind him as he got comfortable, the weight of his boyfriend soon following as he straddled his legs. “Ever massaged someone before?”

“Nope- but I’ve watched enough youtube videos on it- surely I can figure it out.” He cracked his knuckles, flushing some at the raised eyebrow Kunigami gave him over his shoulder. “Shush.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Your eyebrow is as loud as your back.”

“Were they shirtless guys?”

“Ugh, nevermind. Suffer.” Chigiri huffed, starting to get off. Kunigami laughed, reaching out and catching his hand, making him pause.

“Wait, wahahait- okay for real. I’ll be quiet.” He promised, kissing Chigiri’s knuckles.

The redhead rolled his eyes, face still flushed. Then he sat back against Kunigami’s thighs, tapping his hands against his back. “Let me know if I’m hurting you.” Then the hands tapping began to knead, pushing deep and slow.

At first it hurt like absolute hell. Then the relief followed, spreading with the pain across the nerve endings of his back and making the ginger groan.

“Feels good?” Chigiri sounded highly amused.

“Don’t stop- please.” Kunigami sighed. He could feel Chigiri swell with pride above him, the hands pressing into his back growing more confident. He felt himself start to fade out from just how relaxed it made him feel.

Until those little hands strayed close to the back of his ribs.

“Hmm! Careful now.” Kunigami twitched, spasming some. Chigiri paused, then those hands did it again, this time the touch even lighter. Giggles climbed up the hero’s throat, pressing against the back of his teeth. “C-Chi!”

“Ticklish, hero?” Oh that tone- he should have known this was bound to happen. Chigiri’s fingers curled even more, his nails skittering over the bare skin along his ribs. That did it- Kunigami arched with a cackle, feet kicking up behind him as he squirmed. “Good. After all the tickling you do to me, it’s about time I return the favor.”

“Chihihihiihi! Ahehahahhahahaha! Chiihihihigihihihihiri, plehahhahahahashe!” Kunigami tittered, fists clutching the sheets of the bed as he struggled not to flail. Those devious nails- they skittered and traced from the edges of his bottom ribs to the center of his armpits, pressing in occasionally just to get a snort. Sometimes they’d skitter up to his neck, making Kunigami scrunch and giggle. “Stahhahahahp, whahahhhat aboohoohout my mahhahhahahahsahahahhage?”

“This is the massage- a tickle massage.” Chigiri giggled, dropping one hand so he could prod at his belly, earning a loud squeal. “Oo, bad spot? Good to know.”

“HEHEHHEHEHHEYOHOHOHOHOMA!” Kunigami cackled, unable to hold still when Chigiri brought both hands to his belly, dancing his nails along the softer parts of his abs. “PLAHAHAHAHSE IT TIHIIHIIHICKLES TOOHOHOHOHOH MUCH!”

“Good. That’s the point, Rensuke.” The redhead rested his head against Kunigami’s back, giggling along within him. “You know- I was reading this new manga. Apparently the big source of energy for the characters is riiiiiiiiight here.” He wiggled his fingers right along the center of Kunigami’s belly, poking at his belly button. “Tao or something, you know?”

Kunigami didn’t know- for at that moment he let out a loud unadulterated squeal before finally having enough. Using all his strength, he flipped. Chigiri yelped as he went flying, nearly falling off the bed before Kunigami caught him, pulling him into his chest. Hands grabbed his wrists, keeping them up and away from his belly. “Thehehehre! Thehrehehehere…no more tihihihkckling.”

Chigiri looked a little dazed, recentering himself. Then he was grinning, and then he was laughing, face against Kunigami’s chest as the reaction settled between them. “Pfft-Geahhahahahaha! What kind of noise was thahahahhaht?”

Kunigami tried to be mad, but it wasn’t long before he was laughing just as much, supporting Chigiri’s neck as he pulled him closer, rolling them so they were lying side by side. “Shush- you squeal louder than me. That was just eh…defense mechanism.”

Chigiri howled at that, his voice nearly breaking from how hard he laughed. By the time they settled down, his eyes were misty, snorts breaking up his huffs of mirth. Kunigami doubted he looked much better- his belly held that comfortable ache from laughing too much, his heart pounding a mile a minute. “Oh god…oh my god, I fucking love you.”

“Heh, I love you too.” Kunigami smiled, reaching out as he brushed Chigiri’s hair out of his face. His eyes flicked to his lips, a silent request. Chigiri smiled before leaning up, taking his lips within his own.

“Want me to finish your massage?” Chigiri asked a tad breathlessly as they pulled away. 

“Nah. I like this more.” Kunigami grinned, taking his boyfriend’s chin in hand before kissing again and again.

Thanks for reading! :D

#blue lock #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #kunigiri #kunigami rensuke #chigiri hyoma #self indulgence #I'm incredibly soft for them y'all #tw: swearing #tw: medical stuff mentioned #tw: nightmares #tw: panic attack #tw: anxiety attack #it's 90% fluff #just the smallest pinch of #angst #Kunigiri my beloved #4 + 1 fics #squiggily's self indulgent time

[in-love-with-writing-whump]

Prompt

Whumpee tosses in their sleep, muttering in their sleep. Caretaker, who draws at their desk, sighs. Ever since Whumper, these nightmares had become all the more common. It pains them to hear Whumpee whimper in fear.

Caretaker got up, getting into the bed with Whumpee. They stroked their hair, hushing them. "It’s okay, Whumpee. I'm here now."

#whump prompt #tw: captivity #tw: torture #tw: trauma #tw: nightmares #tw: crying #tw: begging #tw: hurt/comfort #caretaker x whumpee #whumpee #caretaker #whumper #whump

[starry-snippets]

tw: nightmares, ptsd referenced

thinking about jotaro with a partner who has ptsd. he holds your hand when you're having nightmares, keeps you tight in his arms at night, ready to stay awake with you if sleep is impossible. listens to whatever you want to say, be it venting about the trauma that's led to your condition or sharing ocean facts until you're distracted. I do believe jotaro has the symptoms of ptsd, and it really affects him onward. he understands how trauma leaves a mark you can't ignore. jotaro will be his softest self in these moments when you can't handle it. you matter more than the world to him and he needs you to realize it even though he's not the best with his words. so he'll hold you whenever you tremble, aid you after nightmares, and always reassure you when you need it

#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #jjba part 3 #jjba x you #jjba x y/n #jjba jotaro #jjba x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #jotaro x you #jotaro x gender neutral reader #jjba headcanons #jjba fluff #sfw #tw: ptsd #tw: nightmares #jjba part 4 #jjba part 5 #jjba part 6 #jotaro kujo x reader

[writingforatwistedworld]

Requests are open? :O Then can I request Azul, Kalim, and Riddle self aware au with a reader who came to their world and feels much more comfortable there? and with them?

Consider it done.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, nightmares, possessive behavior, bad parenting

Riddle/Azul/Kalim-Being comfortable in their world with them

Riddle was always afraid of you leaving again

He could understand why you would want to

Even though he didn't like to return to his own home he understood that there was a certain sense of comfort in that place for him

Some was always looking for signs that you were looking for a way back

But nothing happened?

You even acted like the run-down dorm you lived in was your home

So he asks you if you didn't wish to return

He was relieved but also confused when he heard your answer

You felt more comfortable here?

Why?

His face turns into a deep shade of red which even makes tomatoes look like they are pink

You feel comfortable here... because of him??!

Oh how should he respond to that?!

There is no rule telling him what to do in this kind of scenario!!!

Please let him have a minute to process everything

He might be a very smart cookie but this piece of information makes him speechless

This must be a dream...

If it is one he doesn't want to wake up from it

Another bluescreener

But let's not rush into things and recount one thing after another

Azul is fond of his home

He has an amazing mother and stepfather

Yes yes, he had been bullied but the warmth he experienced with his family is the thing he remembers the most

So he is not only frightened of you leaving but scared to the point where he wakes up in the middle of the night screaming, dreaming that you returned where you came from

He tries everything to make you stay

Azul doesn't know that you wouldn't leave even if he didn't try that hard

But hey, Ramshackles toof is fixed now so you can't really complain

What our favorite octopus also does is making us feel guilt so that you stay

There is some truth behind his word but keep in mind that when he says “There are few people in my life that are so close to me like you are. Don't leave me or I'll be alone again!” he also has other intentions than opening up to you in mind

So on one day you asked him why he is spoiling you so much

Azul just wants to tell you

All those nights where he layd awake in bed, starting with tears filled eyes up to the healing finally make him break

So when you reassure him that you wouldn't leave no matter what happens he just stares at you

And then the waterworks begin

Oh please don't think you have hurt him in some way, those are happy tears

Azul finally has you to himself so how could he hide the joy he felt in a situation like this?

Wants you to stay as well

Kalim never had any problems at home

He was doted on and loved by all (ok most but we don't talk about Jamil today)

This leads to him not really understanding how fortunate he is to have such a home

He never experienced any kind of pain

But he does understands that home is something precious

But he doesn't get how irreplaceable it is

Home is place where you and your family stays, right?

Then the scalding sands just needs to be e the place you stay

And you need to become part of his family as well...

You know that he isn't in some sort of marriage contract, right?

He could arrange something really fast, you just need to say yes

He is smiling so brightly that you need to cover your eyes when he hears that you don't even need that

This won't stop him from making you move into his kingdom though

You need to get used to it as fast as possible

Being a magicless human in the heat has to be exhausting when you can't summon a cool gust of wind

Now what kind of diamond I you want on your ring?

Let him take care of everything

No one would ever dare to question him after all

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #yandere riddle x reader #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul x reader #yandere kalim x reader #yandere kalim al asim #tw: yandere #tw: possessive behavior #tw: nightmares #tw: bad parenting

[owlish-owlhouse]

hi there! can you maybe do a parental darius x adopted reader fic where the reader has a nightmare & darius comforts them? your last parental darius fic was so good, I had to request for another one! tysm! have an awesome day!!❤️❤️

A/N: If you are allergic to milk/dairy products, chocolate, cinnamon, sugar I apologize. As someone with allergies it can be very annoying to read about eating/drinking said allergy. Please just pretend or assume that Darius knows your allergies and that he acted accordingly and put in the needed replacements

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Feelings are not something this man is amazing at. He is not humble by any means but even he could admit that. Not that he didn't care in his own little ways. Humming as he sprinkles in cinnamon to add a little flavor he stirs the hot chocolate he was brewing on his tiny stove, waiting for the chocolate to finish melting. He hopes the smell was calming and that you felt safe here with him. That you knew he'd never let anything happen to you. He cares so deeply for you and would absolutely raise hell if you were ever hurt but his gestures of affection are more subtle.

As he takes the kettle off the miniature stove he spins his finger making it dissapear, purple magic sending it back to it's place. Pouring the now ready hot chocolate into two cups he hums softly in acknowledgment as he hears you sniffling behind him on his window seat. Putting a dollop of whip cream (giving you a little extra) into the drinks before sprinkling sprinkles over them he sighs. Using his magic to make the items go away he picked up the warm mugs. He could have ordered an abomination to do that but he always found food tasted better when it came from a person who cares about you instead of a mindless creature.

Funny considering how him making abominations was the ultimate form of love towards his craft.

Swallowing Darius turns around to face you. He was your mentor and you needed him but in truth he needed you just as much having grown attached to you in these last few months you'd worked under him. He understands what going through a nightmare alone is like. He's awoken from nightmares himself countless times. His sheets crumpled underneath him with pillows thrown aside and his blanket wrapped around him from all his thrashing. Darius will not let you feel that pain in this horrible place that haunted people's dreams. Not alone.

The hot chocolate mugs are steaming melting the ingridents he had put on top. He smiles fondly at the mugs as he walks over too you. They were painted pink and purple like abominations, just a silly gift from you to him. You and your gestures of affection he could never keep up with. As he glances at you still smiling at the fond memory of the mugs he notices how your staring at the floor instead of him with this far off look in your eyes. He coughs briefly to catch your attention and when you glance up at him he gestures his head for you to scoot over and make room for him. Pulling your blanket closer you do so without complaining.

Sitting next to you the mugs carefully placed in your lap. Your hands wrap around it and he notices how there's still a slight tremor. "... Are you ready to talk about it now?" He questions as he runs an ungloved hand through your hair. You hum in response before shifting to lean against him, warm mug pulled close to your diaphragm as your head laid on his shoulder. He closed his eyes in understanding and nodded. "alright take your time." He responds. "We have all the time in the world." He promises as the hand that had been in your hair now wrapped around your shoulder bringing you closer to him. You crinkle your nose as his abomination hair tickles you and he smiles. Moving his hand up and down your arm in a soothing motion he sighed softly.

You had all the time...

#toh darius #toh darius x reader #the owlhouse darius #darius #darius x reader #platonic darius #platonic darius x reader #father darius #dad darius #dadius #can you tell I like him yet? #platonic owlhouse #platonic owl house #tw: nightmares #tw: dissociating #fluffy but with a little bit of angst

[schrijverr]

I Found Myself a Cheerleader 13

Chapter 13 out of 28

Bumped to the lowest step on the social ladder after his fight with Billy, Steve gets roped in with the cheer team. What starts as a favor to help them out when one member breaks her leg in turn for protection from the brunt of the bullying, sets the universe on a different path.

In this chapter, Jason keeps asking Chrissy out, who tells him she’s dating Steve to get him to stop. It leads to him coming out to her. In the evening Eddie comes by. Steve falls asleep and has a nightmare. Eddie tries to comfort him, but the person he needs is Robin, to which Eddie drives them as he gets to witness their friendship.

On AO3.

Ships: steddie & buckingham

Warnings: period typical sexism, homophobia mention, nightmare, vomiting

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Chapter 13: The Rejected Date

It’s already the middle of October. School has been in for a while and Steve has been living on his own at the cabin for a few weeks already.

Living on his own has been both fun and hard. He misses Robin, but she stays over at least one night a week and he is at the Buckley’s for dinner and to sleep over once a week as well. They usually end up sleeping together three nights, one of them, because they woke up from a nightmare and had to check the other was okay.

When it’s Robin, Steve will get called awake and drive over to find Robin waiting on her porch in her pajamas, freezing. She’ll fall into his arms and he’ll carry her to her room, wrapping both of them into the blanket as she shoves her ice cube toes between his calves.

If it’s him, he’ll show up still sweaty and shivering from the nightmare. He knows where they keep the spare key and he’ll let himself in, crawling into Robin’s bed. She’s used to it and wraps her arms around him, sleepily lecturing him about safety on the road.

The set up isn’t perfect, but it works for them. He and Robin are bound for life, he cannot imagine not knowing her. If sneaking into her bed is to be part of his life, then he’ll do so with the gratefulness that he gets to know her.

Beyond his sleepovers with Robin, he calls Lisa from time to time and hangs out with Chrissy on Wednesdays. There isn’t cheer practice, but Chrissy told her mom there is. They hang out together, just talking or stunting, depending on the mood.

Steve loves spending time together with Chrissy. He might be half conjoined with Robin and she is his person, who gets him on so many levels, but he connects with Chrissy about bad parents and a love for sports in a way that Robin won’t get. And he doesn’t begrudge her that. Robin has amazing parents and he is thankful for that, besides he doesn’t get her obsession with weird books, movies and music either.

Chrissy loves the cabin and is always excited to hang around there. She loves the quiet sounds of nature and how there is no one to watch or judge her. Steve gets the feeling, though he isn’t the biggest forest fan after the Upside Down.

On Saturdays he hangs out with Max and Lucas. He brings dinner and plays basketball with Lucas at the trailer park, both ignoring how Susan is never home and how this is the most decent meal Max eats in the week.

Lucas is improving his skill and is going onto the varsity team, which is huge as a freshman. It makes Steve so proud of him, despite his own bad experiences with the basketball team during the last part of his time at high school.

When playing with Lucas, Steve also doesn’t think of Eddie, whose trailer is right across from Max’s, who has been sworn to secrecy and let in on the prank. He sees her eyes glittering whenever Lucas complains about giving the guy a chance as they eat dinner.

But it’s okay, he sees Eddie at other times.

He drives the kids home from Hellfire club on Fridays. Usually he and Eddie exchange a few words in the parking lot. When he recounts them to Robin she calls it flirting, but Steve tries not to believe her, tries not to get his hopes up.

Just like he tries not to get his hopes up whenever he and Eddie hang out. Steve doesn’t have the best sleep schedule and it seems that neither does Eddie, because he’ll often show up at an hour that is too late to be socially acceptable and stays until deep in the night.

Eddie makes it very hard to not get hopes up, or at least to get over the crush. He’ll always press close, easily stepping into Steve’s space and handing out casual touches like it’s nothing. He’ll grin showing those cute dimples and creating crinkles around those kind and beautiful eyes. It makes Steve want to do something stupid.

However, Steve knows better. He has seen enough of Eddie to know that the affection is just baked into his being. Steve isn’t special. Eddie is just nice and he shouldn’t look for things that aren’t there.

It’s not special when they sit on the porch and look at the stars, sharing things they wouldn’t say in the light of day. It’s not special when Eddie uses his joint to light Steve’s cigarette. It’s not special when Eddie rests his head on Steve’s shoulder. And it’s not special when the night drags on and a drawl creeps into Eddie’s voice, when man gets replaced with sweetheart and Eddie gazes at Steve like he’s something precious.

Steve just has to keep reminding himself of that.

Robin tells him he’s being an idiot, but Robin doesn’t get to say shit. It’s not like she’s telling that Vickie girl from band that she likes her. So, he ignores her arguments about why he should risk the friendship he’s only just starting to build and lingers in the moments where he has Eddie, before he reminds himself it isn’t special.

Yesterday was such an evening again, but Robin can’t say anything, because she is working and he is not. He’s going to hang out with Chrissy at the cabin and just try to forget and work it out by throwing Chrissy into the air for a bit.

He goes to pick her up after school. She looks a little nervous, glancing around as she quickly gets into his car. She looks like she wants to say something, but can’t. Her nerves are making Steve anxious as he wonders what could have happened. He asks: “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“I did something and I need you to go along with it and not be mad,” Chrissy tells him, worrying her lip between her teeth.

The words do nothing to soothe Steve’s nerves and if he weren’t focused on driving, he would have more space to panic. “What did you do?”

“I told Jason we’re dating when he asked me out,” Chrissy rushes out, then rambles on: “He just keeps asking and I said no multiple times, but he won’t stop. So, when he asked why I won’t give him a chance I said that I have a boyfriend. He didn’t believe that, so I just said your name, because I don’t really want to date right now, so I needed someone who wouldn’t be secretly in love with me.”

“Of course I’ll back your story,” Steve promises, not seeing an issue with it. Chrissy is too young for him, but it’s not real. She knows he won’t be in love-

Wait, Steve’s brain screeches to a halt as the latter part of Chrissy’s ramble registers. He stops at the intersection, looks at Chrissy and asks: “Who says I’m not secretly madly in love with you?”

Chrissy looks surprised at the question and taken aback she says: “You are?”

“I mean, no, but I could have been, right?” Steve says, finding an edge of desperation in his voice as the walls of the car start to close in on him. He does not like where this conversation is going. He does not know if he can do this.

Meanwhile, Chrissy’s face turns sympathetic and she starts: “Steve…” trailing off with nothing to say, which is horrible for Steve’s frame of mind.

“Right?” he repeats, knowing that the crack in his voice does nothing to help his case.

“Oh, Stevie, you don’t- you don’t have to pretend with me,” she tells him softly, compassion and gentleness filling her voice.

She knows he’s gay.

Steve got the inkling, but those words confirm it. She knows. She has known. She knows and still she hangs out with Steve, lets him be near her, touch her, be close with her. All his fears about her rejection due to her religious house were for naught, because she doesn’t seem to mind.

Chrissy doesn’t mind he’s gay.

He feels tears start to try and get out, so he pushes them down and takes a shuddering breath. He can’t deal with all these emotions right now. Instead he checks if anyone is coming at the intersection and starts driving again.

The tension in the car is palpable. Chrissy is fidgeting next to him and Steve is just staring at the road, trying not to feel. He doesn’t know what to say. What if he misunderstood and Chrissy is talking about something else? What if he says it and then she hates him?

So they drive in tense silence, something they haven’t done in all the time they’ve known each other. Not really, not like this.

It’s only when they pull up at the cabin that Chrissy speaks up, her voice very timid. “Are you okay?” she asks. “If I said something wrong you can say it. I’m really sorry, I didn’t know it was something I shouldn’t say.”

“How long have you known?” Steve asks, still not meeting her eyes. He has to know. He has only just gotten his respectability back. What if it’s obvious?

“Since the summer,” Chrissy answers.

“How?”

“Well, I wasn’t sure at first,” Chrissy begins to explain, sounding unsure. “I mean, you know what whispers went around about you, but I don’t like rumors. So, I ignored them. You seemed nice and we became friends. I liked that you treated us like people, not just dumb cheerleaders. Then I noticed you never talked about Nancy. Never. Barely mentioned her.”

“What does Nancy have to do with it?” Steve asks, confused as to why Chrissy is bringing her up.

“For someone not enough over the heartbreak to date again, you never talked about her,” Chrissy shrugs and smiles. “I thought that was odd. But that’s all maybe’s. Robin confirmed it for me.”

“Robin?” Steve frowns.

“Yeah, you were very adamant about nothing being there,” Chrissy says. “I almost convinced myself you had to be lying about it, but I know you too well. So, I assumed. I didn’t say anything because you didn’t. Sorry. Should I not have done that?”

“I don’t know,” Steve says, looking Chrissy in the eye. “I honestly don’t know, Chris. I’m terrified of people knowing. Robin knows, but beyond that…”

“That sucks,” Chrissy tells him in that sweet genuine way only she can. She bumps her shoulder against his and smiles: “I’ll never judge you, Stevie. You’re my best friend.”

Words escape Steve. He never thought he would have people who would accept him, but here he has not only Robin and Eddie, but Chrissy as well. His Chrissy. His favorite cheerleader. He pulls her into a hug and practically crushes her.

Chrissy doesn’t seem to mind, just clings to him equally tight and doesn’t let go. They sit there in the front seat of Steve’s car, until Steve is willing to let go.

“You’re my best friend too,” Steve tells her. “Thank you for not hating me.”

“Never,” Chrissy says and it sounds like a promise.

They finally get out of the car and Chrissy seems to know that he doesn’t want to get into it now, but just put it out of his mind. So, she drops her stuff off inside and immediately comes back out to warm up. The October chill is coming in, but neither of them care.

The two of the run around to warm up. Chrissy can now comfortably to a handstand on Steve’s hands, so they’re just working on flipping. It’s not the smartest thing to do without anyone to catch her, but they don’t care. Stunting makes them feel alive in a way nothing else does.

So they stunt until they’re both sweaty and both take a shower, their hair a mess as it air dries and grins on their faces.

Steve doesn’t have a TV, so they put on some music while they crawl onto the couch with a mug of hot chocolate. The heating in the cabin isn’t the best, but Steve has amassed a collection of blankets that they burrow under.

The cabin itself is very homey. Steve finally has a bed frame that he stumbled upon in the second hand shop, a lucky find. The living room is painted an orange-y red, giving it a warm feel. Though he painted the beams the same yellow as the cabinets, which he loves.

He made it his little home and he is happy there. On some lonely nights however, he stares at the closed door where the last memory of Hopper remains. He’ll think of El living here. Hopper and her fixing it up. The countless days she’d been cooped up here. He wonders if she’d like what he has done with it, but he’s too scared to ask whenever he calls all the way to California.

It’s there, sitting on the couch that Chrissy brings it up again. She doesn’t start a serious conversation about it, instead curiously asking: “So, do you have a crush on anyone? A real one. I told you mine, now you can tell me yours.”

“Who says I have a crush,” Steve counters.

“Pleaseeeee, even if it’s just a celebrity,” Chrissy pleads. “I wanna gossip with you.”

“You’re being nosy, that’s different,” Steve points out, but he’s smiling too big for his judgment to be believable. He can’t believe Chrissy is being so casual about it, so accepting.

“Then let me be nosy,” Chrissy pouts. “I told you my embarrassing crushes, it’s only fair. I even told you when I liked that guy in my history class, despite the fact that he would always stick his chewing gum under the tables.”

“And he didn’t wash his hands after peeing,” Steve reminds her.

“I know, it was gross and why I stopped liking him,” Chrissy says. “What about you? Do you have any deal breakers in guys?”

“You’re persistent,” Steve laughs.

“Thank you,” Chrissy grins.

Steve is quiet for a second, then he blushes and softly admits: “I like dimples. And muscles. Like on the arms. Arm muscles are good.”

Chrissy squeals and gushes: “Oh my god, when a guy lifts something, right?”

“God, yes,” Steve groans sinking into the couch as he remembers Eddie lifting the heavy tools onto the roof of the very cabin he’s in. Next to him Chrissy giggles. He can’t help but laugh too, a giddy feeling spreading through his limbs. He always wanted to join when the cheerleaders gossiped about crushes and now he can. It feels like acceptance.

“What else? What else?” Chrissy demands, slapping his arm excitedly.

The only person Steve has ever talked about this is Robin and he is worried about it being too much for Chrissy and that she’ll be grossed out, so he keeps it a bit less explicit and skips over the fingers to say: “Stubble is nice.”

“Oeh, yeah, like Indiana Jones,” Chrissy squeals excitedly.

“Yeah, like Indiana Jones,” Steve agrees, because Harrison Ford is hot and he is not ashamed of thinking that.

They continue to talk about boys for a little while longer. Steve admits to thinking Micheal J. Fox and Judd Nelson are hot, which delights Chrissy. She doesn’t seemed grossed out all throughout the conversation and Steve is practically floating on air as he drives her home.

Even in his wildest dreams, he would not have thought Chrissy would be this cool about it all. Hell, he would never have thought he’d ever come out to her, yet here he is. She is the fourth person to know after Eddie, Robin and Will, that is four more than he’d thought. It feels like a middle finger to his parents to tell her. To not deny it. Steve feels great.

He contemplates calling Robin to tell her when he gets home, but his phone bill is already criminal and he’s driving her to school tomorrow morning. He can wait.

Steve makes himself dinner and eats. He doesn’t have many hobbies, but there are always little things to do in the cabin. However, before he can commit himself to any of them, there is a knock on the door. Steve isn’t expecting anyone, but there are multiple people who could randomly be standing on his doorstep.

Today it’s Eddie. He’s grinning and holding up a six pack as he asks: “Wanna drink and forget high school exists?”

“Sure, man,” Steve grins and steps aside to let him in as he asks: “What subject is kicking your ass this time?”

“All of them,” Eddie groans, shrugging off his jacket, six pack on the coffee table. He flops down on Steve’s couch and Steve’s heart does a flip at how comfortable Eddie is in his house. Eddie continues: “I don’t know why, but they all have it out for me. I don’t want to be doing all of this again either, you know?”

“High school just sucks, I think,” Steve offers, pushing Eddie’s feet of the couch so he can sit next to him.

“It does,” Eddie agrees, coming up from his flopped position to sit next to Steve, their thighs pressing together, which neither of them comment on. “But word is, you and Chrissy are dating, what’s that about?”

“Some guy wouldn’t stop hitting on her, so she said we were dating so he’d get of her back,” Steve shrugs. He doesn’t really care if that gets around, if it means Chrissy gets left alone. Plus, it’ll be good for his reputation.

“And does she know the dating is fake?” Eddie asks.

“You mean, does she know I’m gay?” Steve counters. “Yes, actually. Told her today, but she kind of guessed already. It’s why she said me.”

“Damn, congrats man,” Eddie says as he pops open two beers with his rings, something Steve will always find attractive and offers one to Steve as he toast: “To you coming out to Chrissy.”

“Cheers,” Steve cheers, clinking his bottle against Eddie’s.

A comfortable silence falls over them as they both take a sip of their beer. Eddie has become a common guest at Steve’s. Not every week, but at least once every two weeks he’ll be on Steve’s doorstep and Steve always craves it like a dying man does water.

He knows that this is bad for the burning crush and Robin calls him pathetic, but he likes having Eddie to himself, hidden away from the world in the little cabin. So, he never says anything that could discourage Eddie from coming back again.

Steve is too anxious to go to Eddie’s place, so he just keeps welcoming Eddie whenever he comes to Steve’s.

“But enough about school,” Eddie grins. “How are you, Stevie-boy? Customer still as traumatic as ever?”

“Fuck, don’t even joke about it.” Now it’s Steve’s turn to groan. “Just yesterday this lady came in and she yelled at me for half an hour for renting her son an R-rated movie. Her son is sixteen and it was her husband that rented the movie. Like, why?”

“That’s the worsttt,” Eddie says. “I swear, you can shoot me if I ever try to get a job like that. I think I would get into a fight within a week.”

“Wouldn’t rule it out,” Steve snorts. “I fantasize about murdering some people in moments like that. To keep me sane.”

“Remind me to stay on your good side,” Eddie grins, head lolling against the back of the couch as he does, neck on display.

Fuck, Steve wants to bite it.

He doesn’t though. These nights with Eddie are an exercise in self restraint. Instead, he grins back and says: “I promise to make it look like an accident,” before reclining on the couch as well.

“You can be terrifying, dude,” Eddie tells him, sounding both awed and delighted. Then he launches into a story about the campaign he’s running that it reminded him off. Steve has already heard about it from Dustin, but gladly listens to it again in Eddie’s warm voice.

They make their way through the six pack slowly and quickly take a smoke break. Eddie usually smokes a joint, but he is out of joints and smokes.

Steve is on his last cigarette, which they share. Every time Steve takes a drag he has to remind himself to not think about how the filter is still wet from where it had been in Eddie’s mouth earlier. Has to remind they’re only sharing because they’re both out. That it isn’t special.

After their smoke break they migrate back to the couch. Steve is feeling tired, but he doesn’t want Eddie to go yet, so tries to keep blinking his eyes open for as long as he can.

Eddie doesn’t seem to mind his tired audience and keeps up rambles about whatever comes to his mind. It always amazes Steve how Eddie never seems to run out of topics to talk about. He just keeps talking, hands waving about, until they begin to fidget with the couch cushion, before moving to Steve’s hair.

Usually Steve is very protective of his hair, but Robin has no boundaries and he figured out how nice it is to have someone play with his hair. So, when Eddie’s hand touches his hair, twisting a bit around his finger, Steve leans into the contact before Eddie can stop.

There is a slight falter in Eddie’s sentence, but picks up right where he left of when Steve blinks at him, too exhausted to register what exactly is happening.

And when Eddie plays with his hair, Steve is playing a loosing game. He’s already tired, the nightmares cutting into his sleeping time, and the safety of someone watching over him combined with the soothing hands in his hair, means that Steve is dropping off before he can stop it.

While Steve isn’t the best sleeper, he normally sleeps better with other people there. However, it seems the universe has it out for him, because his brain comes up with a horror show that includes all the worst days of his life, until he’s gasping as he falls of the couch.

He scrambles up into a fighting position when someone moves, before the curls register. His brain says Nancy, which means there is at least back up. Then it registers a concerned: “Stevie, sweetheart, are you in there?” in something that is definitely is not Nancy’s voice.

Eddie, it pings, but before he can say anything, his stomach acts up and he stumbles to the bathroom, where he drops to his knees and sees the three beers and his dinner again.

As he’s retching into the bowl in a high mortifying and undignified manner, a warm hand rubs his back soothingly. Another hand gently pushes his bangs out of his face. He can hear Eddie gently murmur: “You’re okay, I got you, you’re alright, sweetheart.”

Tears well up in Steve’s eyes and stream down his face, mixing with the snot, spit and bile already gathering there. He probably looks fucking disgusting and pathetic and he hates that Eddie is seeing him like this, but he’s still shivering with fear and can’t bring himself to stop. Eddie’s words are helping too and he is unable to send Eddie away.

Steve dry heaves for a few seconds, before he coughs and spits the last bit into the bowl. He sniffles and reaches for the toilet roll, blowing his nose and throwing it into the toilet before flushing it with the rest of his dinner.

He knows he should face Eddie now, explain what happen and tell him that he’s okay and that Eddie shouldn’t worry. Instead, however, he sits on his knees next to the toilet with hunched shoulders, unable to look Eddie in the eyes as his cheeks burn. What an impression to make, he thinks bitterly.

There is a moment of quiet between them, throughout it Eddie keeps up the rubbing on Steve’s back that Steve wants to shrug off, but also uses like a lifeline.

“Are- are you okay?” Eddie asks cautiously when the silence drags on without Steve moving or saying anything.

Steve swallows thickly, the image of Robin’s corpse still in his fresh on mind, fake as it might have been. “Yeah,” he assures Eddie with shaky voice that does not sound believable in the slightest. “I- I am okay. I just- I need to see Robin.”

“Robin?” Eddie frowns.

“Fuck, I- I have to go check on her,” Steve says, stumbling to his feet. He’s more present, but still trembling with fear. He won’t be able to calm down until he has seen Robin. He hasn’t had a nightmare this bad in weeks.

He staggers into the living room, still not having faced Eddie. He already made a fool out of himself, might as well look like a full madman, if that means he can get to Robin right now. He gropes around for his car keys, letting out a victorious noise when he fishes them out of his jacket pocket.

The keys are immediately plucked out of his hands and he whirls around with a wounded noise as he pleads: “Give those back.”

“No,” Eddie says. He looks worried, but determined. “I don’t know what just happened, but you’re out of it. I’m not letting you drive like this. If you want to see Robin, I’ll drive you.”

Steve wants to protest. He doesn’t need to be babied, he doesn’t need concern and he definitely doesn’t need Eddie to see him break down again when he sees Robin. However, he can also see that he is not winning this argument right now. He looks a mess and isn’t in a state to have a fight, he’s more likely to start crying again.

So, he huffs: “Alright, fine,” and crosses his arms, before storming out of the cabin.

Eddie rushes behind him, snatching a coat for Steve and locking the door, before he rushes to his van, which is parked in a way that locks in Steve’s car. Both of them climb in, since that is easier and Eddie starts the van. Steve gets jump-scared by the music that Eddie quickly turns down with an apology.

They drive the first part in silence. Steve looks at the passing scenery with unseeing eyes, his leg jiggling anxiously. What if he gets there and the door is broken down? What if Robin as been dragged away by some creature from the Upside Down? What if she has been taken by Russians, who have tracked her down? What if she’s dead?

He is snapped out of his thoughts by Eddie, who softly asks: “Wanna tell me what happened?”

“Nightmare,” Steve answers, looking down. Apart from the argument about the driving, he hasn’t looked at Eddie, and that was fueled by desperation, which he feels guilty about. Eddie doesn’t deserve his bullshit. He wonders if Eddie’s mad at how he acted.

“Looked like a bad one,” Eddie prompts when Steve offers nothing more. He doesn’t sound mad, just confused and scared. More worried, actually.

Steve chances a glance his way. Eddie is tapping the steering wheel anxiously, focusing on the road, before he glances Steve’s way. A small, involuntary and relieved smile appears on his face when he sees that Steve is looking back.

There are dimples in that smile and Steve’s nerves are calmed by them. He says: “It was. I’ve been getting them about Robin ever since the mall burned down. Just need to make sure she’s okay, you know?”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Eddie nods. “I get you don’t want to talk about it, but you could, you know. If you want to of course. It must have been terrible.”

“It was,” Steve confirms, a shudder wracking his body as he remembers that cold Russian bunker ground. He pushes it out of his mind and says: “But I’m good. I don’t want to talk about it.” He isn’t allowed, even if he wanted to, which he doesn’t. Not really.

Eddie gives a shrug that seems to say ‘that’s fair’, before he smiles: “Course.”

They’re pulling into Robin’s street and Steve is already out of the van, before Eddie has fully stopped. Now that he’s so close, his anxiety is ramping up again and he fumbles with the key, before unlocking the door.

It’s still pretty early in the evening, so Robin is still awake. She must have heard him, because she’s already meeting him at the door. Seeing her there in her pajama clad glory sends a wave of relief through Steve and he stumbles into her arms, holding her close.

She clings right back, practically climbing him to hug him properly, in a way that grounds them both. She kisses his forehead and whispers: “I’m okay, dingus. We’re okay. We made it out of there.”

Behind them, Eddie clears his throat. Steve sets Robin down again as Robin looks surprised at the new visitor. To break the tension Steve laughs: “Good thing you know I’m gay or that would have been awkward to explain.”

That gets him wide-eyed looks from both of them and he says: “Oh yeah, both of you know. It’s fine, I’m not outing myself on accident here.”

“Eddie was the other person that knew?” Robin practically screeches.

Steve winces and covers his ear as he wrinkles his nose. “Yeah, he is. Who else did you think it was, I told you I told him I got kicked out.”

“Chrissy, dingus! Obviously, Chrissy. Why would I think Eddie when you and Chrissy are thick as thieves?” Robin exclaims. “Does she not know? I mean, I haven’t said anything about it to her, but I have a motor mouth, so I need to keep an eye on that, because I don’t-”

“Robs, she knows,” Steve cuts her off, before she can spiral. “I came out to her today. I was going to tell you on your way to school.”

“She’s cool?” Robin asks.

“She’s cool,” Steve grins.

“Congrats, dingus,” she grins back, punching his arm in a way that is a bit too hard.

“Ouch,” Steve yelps, massaging where she hit him. He glares: “You’re stocking shelves during our shift, I can’t. You’ve injured me.”

“I haven’t injured you, you drama queen,” Robin rolls her eyes. “You’re the one telling me I have noodle arms. It can’t have been that bad.”

Steve is about to counter, but is interrupted by Eddie before he can. “Okay, so while this is entertaining, I am also confused. Are you doing okay now, Stevie? Is this some weird ritual you two do? Is that what you needed? Should I go?”

Robin bursts out into a loud cackle at Eddie’s questions and confused face as he awkwardly hovers in the doorway.

“Ah, sorry,” Steve flushes bright red. He and Robin can get caught up their own world and he honestly hadn’t realized how odd their bickering must look to Eddie, who held his hair back as he threw up from his nightmare like half an hour ago.

“It’s okay,” Eddie smiles. “Just catch me up a bit.”

“I’m good now, thank you for driving me after I freaked out on you,” Steve says.

“Yes, thank you,” Robin adds. “This dingus always drives when he’s freaked out and I keep telling him he should be safe, but he always does it anyway.”

Bitchily Steve crosses his arms and says: “I have to or I’ll never calm down. Do you want me to run all this way? Is that what you would prefer?”

“You could call,” Robin bitches, crossing arms right back.

“I don’t want to call your parents awake,” Steve counters.

“My parents don’t care, if you do,” Robin says.

“Okay, as fun as this wonder-twin arguing act is,” Eddie interrupts again. “Is there anything I can do? Or should I leave.”

“Sorry,” Steve apologizes again. “I’m just all over the place,” he says, like he is not always like this when Robin is there. “I feel kind of bad about how tonight ended.”

“That reminds me, what were you doing at Steve’s when he was asleep?” Robin butts in, like Steve hasn’t told her about Eddie’s visits.

Steve elbows her, but she ignores him as Eddie blushes. He kicks the ground a bit, before shrugging: “I mean, we hang out sometimes. Steve fell asleep on me, he looked peaceful. I didn’t wanna wake him.”

The confession makes Steve’s heart do something interesting as Robin coos: “That’s actually really sweet. He needs his rest.”

“He is right here,” Steve says, before Robin can embarrass him more. He turns back to Eddie and gives him a smile – Steve does not realize how that smile makes Eddie melt – and says: “Thank you for that. Again I’m sorry how tonight ended.”

“Don’t worry about it, man,” Eddie smiles and Steve already misses the sweetheart from when he was comforting him. “We all have our shit.”

“Yeah,” Steve nods with a lopsided smile.

“Well, if you’re in good hands,” Eddie says and Robin pipes up: “He is,” which makes Eddie, smile before he goes on: “Then I’ll see you around.”

“See you around,” Steve greets, feeling a bit silly.

They watch Eddie climb into his van, before pulling out of the driveway. They smile and wave at him, but as they watch him, Robin comments: “I take back my thanks about him driving you, he is a danger on the road.”

Steve snorts out a laugh, before cutting himself off and saying: “My car is still at the cabin. How am I going to drive you?”

“Fuck,” Robin says. “Guess we’ll have to be really nice to my dad at breakfast tomorrow or I have to find my bike again.”

She closes the door and starts to turn off a few of the lights around the house as she puts on the kettle, Steve following behind her like a puppy. Her presence is soothing and he keeps a hold of the back of her shirt as they walk around.

When the tea is done, they take it to Robin’s room and press closely together on her bed as they sip their tea. It’s then that Robin asks: “Wanna talk about it?”

“Nothing new,” Steve shrugs. “You died. I couldn't save you.”

Robin makes a sympathetic noise and rests her head on his shoulder. Her hand creeps between them to squeeze his and the message is clear: You did save me, we made it out. We’re alive.

Steve squeezes back.

They sit like that, in a comfortable silence until their tea is gone, then Robin grins at him and says: “So, Eddie was a gentleman.”

“Shut up,” Steve blushes, as he pushes her grinning face away.

“Ahww, come on, give me something,” Robin whines. “He drove you here. He let you sleep on him, because you needed the rest.”

“He saw me throw up because my dreams scared me,” Steve deadpans. “It was the opposite of romantic. It was humiliating.”

Robin pouts: “You’re no fun, dingus. He didn’t look like he minded. He was worried about you, from where I was standing. He cares.”

“Of course he cares, we’re friends,” Steve defends himself.

“He knows you’re gay,” Robin points out.

“He does,” Steve says. “That doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“Do you know if he is?” Robin asks. “Stop. No. I don’t want to ask that. No outing here, no, sir. I mean, if he is gay, then he is definitely into you.”

“You don’t know that,” Steve tells her, but inside he is bursting with feelings.

“Maybe not, but I have perfectly fine eyes, thank you,” Robin says.

“Shut up,” is all Steve replies and gets up to brush his teeth as Robin follows him, blessedly quiet about Eddie.

He wants to believe her, truly he does. He just knows he can’t. He isn’t ready to try and date anyone he actually likes. Another boy. And if he thinks too hard about it, he might do something stupid and it will blow up in his face. Being friends with Eddie is more than enough.

They don’t talk about it again and crawl into bed together. After his earlier nightmare, Steve sleeps uneasily, though soothed by Robin’s presence.

The next morning, neither Daisy nor Thomas are surprised that Steve is there. He and Robin are extra nice to Thomas, who can only drive Steve to his car so he doesn’t have to walk all the way out there, before work, while Robin has to bike to school.

Robin complains loudly about her father picking favorites, but it’s all in jest. The Buckleys always make Steve feel like a part of the family.

During the afternoon shift, he tells Robin all about coming out to Chrissy. She isn’t going to tell her about being a lesbian yet, but she is excited about how well she took it anyway.

The next day, Steve picks up the boys from Hellfire club and Eddie checks him over to see if he’s okay, before putting on their little act. The action makes Steve’s stomach flutter in a way he can’t fully suppress.

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A/N:

Ahwww, it’s going to well for Steve!!! ….Would be a shame if anything fucked that up….

#rr writing #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #robin buckley #platonic stobin #stobin #buckingham #chrissy cunningham #steve harrington & chrissy cunningham #steve and robin #cheerleader steve harrington au #st post season 3 #tw: nightmares #tw: vomiting #tw: period typical sexism #tw: homophobia mention

[dailydragon08]

Nightmares II

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Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader Summary: Aboard the Redeemer, secrets are shared and comfort is given to protect Luke from his demons. Warnings: descriptions of canon-level violence, PTSD, PTSD nightmares. A/N:  "Remnants" is a series of one shots in no particular order about the budding relationship between you and Luke as he trains you in the ways of the Force. This takes place before “The Conflict Within” (before Luke and the reader get together). I do have plans for a Nightmare I fic that will describe events of Luke comforting Reader after a nightmare. That happens before this in the timeline, which is why this is II. Comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

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A strong wave of despair shifted the Force around you, jolting you out of your slumber. Echoes of painful, burning tingles shifted throughout your body and you squirmed slightly on your bunk at the sensation. You looked around Luke’s renovated imperial shuttle, but the Redeemer looked the same as it always did. You quickly jumped out of bed and opened the door to one of two cargo holds that had been converted into bedrooms to see the main hold and cockpit as calm and serene as ever, the stars quickly flying past the windshield. R2 sat dormant and charging in the corner by the refresher.

You scanned the darkness of the ship and felt the tingles again. You held a hand towards your bedroom door and your lightsaber zipped over to you as you waited with bated breath.

A cry from Luke’s room caught your attention and you hurried inside. Your lightsaber bathed the space in a dull, blue glow, revealing your fellow Jedi thrashing in his sheets with a deep frown. His teeth were bared as if in pain as he mumbled, “Father…please, help…help….”

You sheathed your saber and rushed over to him, setting the weapon on the nightstand next to his. You went to grab his bare shoulder, but froze. He hadn’t worn a shirt to bed and while you couldn’t help slightly drooling over his muscled chest and arms, what really caught your attention was the web of red, angry scars. A dark circle sat in the middle of his chest, right below his pecks, with spider-like veining reaching out to cover his stomach, chest, upper arms, and even a little of his neck. You wondered briefly if that’s why he always wore shirts and jackets with such high collars before his swinging fist brought you back to the moment.

You dodged his hand as he violently rolled towards you, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him gently. “Luke!”

“Father!”

You shook him harder. “LUKE!”

As his eyes snapped open, you went flying and hit the back wall hard. You felt the air leave your lungs in a giant woosh as you slid to the ground and gasped for air.

You heard Luke let out a stuttered breath as you leaned forward and pressed a hand to your now aching back. “Kriff,” he muttered before rushing over to you. “Maker, Y/N, I’m so sorry. Are you all right?”

You met his eyes in the dark. Light from the main hold bled through the doorway and you could see the guilt and worry creating new lines on his handsome face. His hair was mussed from the pillow and the dark circles ringing his deep blue orbs let you know this wasn’t the first night like this—only the first you had caught. “I’m okay,” you breathed, sucking in another deep breath.

“Here, let me see.” He gently pulled you forward and lifted your nightshirt to inspect your back.

You felt your eyes widen and slapped a hand across your chest to prevent anything from showing itself.

He seemed to realize what he’d done at the same moment and pulled back. You could see his face bloom an amusing shade of red even in the dim light. “S-sorry,” he muttered. “There’s some ice in one of the cargo holds. I’ll be right back.”

“Luke, I’m really o—” you broke off with a sigh as he bolted from the room. Slowly standing, wincing all the while, you gingerly followed him. The ship's metal was cold on your bare feet, but the darkness and quiet of the main hold still brought a certain comfort with it. This little ship had become quite the cozy home for you and Luke, but the other person in it was what really sealed the deal for you. Not that he knew it, of course.

Luke quickly emerged from one of the cargo holds, shutting the door behind him and avoiding your eyes. “It’s not in that one. I’m not sure where it could be. I’m sorry, I’ll find it, I promise—”

You grabbed his arm, reveling in the feel of his skin against yours. “Luke, stop. Just sit down for a minute. I’m fine.”

“I threw you against a wall, Y/N. I need to take care of you.” He still wouldn’t look at you as he opened the door to the next room.

“Luke, listen to me. Stop.”

You could hear him gulp in the silence that followed as he stood in the doorway. You reached over and pressed the button to close the door, grabbing his hand and leading him to one of the stools surrounding a large, circular table. “Sit.”

He slumped down, taking an interest in his feet as he twiddled his thumbs.

“Luke, look at me,” you said a bit more gently.

He raised his head and you felt your heart plummet at the anguish in his eyes. “…I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“You didn’t mean to. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Remember, I punched you in the face the last time you woke me from a nightmare.”

Relief flooded you at the small chuckle you got. “I remember.”

You reached out to gently rub his arm, taking a step closer so that your knees bumped his as you stood above him. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

He was quiet for so long, you thought he’d refuse. But then, in a quiet voice you almost didn’t hear, he began, “…I have that nightmare often. Of the fight in the throne room with the emperor and my father. The emperor…” He shuddered in a breath, closing his eyes. “He used the Force to electrocute me for a long time. My father saved me and died in doing so, but I still have these scars. Sometimes, they…” He looked up at you and you could see his eyes shining with unshed tears before he quickly looked away again. “Sometimes, they itch and tingle and my cybernetic will start acting up at just the memory of it.” He raised his robotic hand and you noticed the fingers subtly twitching.

You frowned. “Luke, I’m so sorry. But…what was your father doing with the emperor? I thought Anakin Skywalker died during the Purge.”

He closed his eyes again and hung his head. “Anakin…became Darth Vader. Vader was my father.”

The silence in the hold was deafening as you processed the information in shock. You moved to lean against the table and Luke’s eyes tracked the fall of your hips before licking his lips. He glanced up at you before looking towards the cockpit shamefully. After several more moments of silence, he said, “Please say something.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just…processing.” Vader had been one of the most hated men in the galaxy and responsible for many of your friends’ deaths. You’d even watched him wreak havoc from a hiding spot once and it was a truly terrible sight to behold—necks were crushed, people were strangled, dismembered with the glow of his red lightsaber, thrown carelessly to the side like rag dolls, and more you didn’t care to remember. To think that one of the most terrifying beings in the entire galaxy had fathered someone so sweet, kind, humble, and purely good almost didn’t make sense. Almost. You’d sensed Luke’s dark side hiding beneath the surface plenty of times. The flip side of his love and care was anger and insecurity, just like it was for you. That was part of the reason you understood and loved him so much—you both made a conscious decision together every day to reject your worst impulses. And to think he looked so ashamed to even be related to Vader in the first place, something he had no control over, and maybe even thought you’d leave him for broke your heart.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more and you had to resist the urge to comb it back into place with your fingers.

“So…” you began, “he came back to the light side?”

Luke nodded, meeting your eyes. He’d turned on a small lamp while searching for the ice pack and it cast his face in a beautiful glow that highlighted his sharp jawline. “I sensed the good in him before and just as I was about to be killed, he stepped in and saved me. He killed the emperor in the process…I got him back just in time to—to lose him.” His voice cracked on the last word, and he turned away from you.

His cybernetic began to twitch more aggressively and you realized he wasn’t wearing his glove. As his hand rotated towards you, you could see a large hole with charred edges and the mechanical workings inside. Careful to avoid the edges, you gently took it in your hand, making Luke look up in surprise.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” you murmured. Something about the moment felt sacred, heavy, and private. Something for just you and Luke and you cradled it—cradled him like he deserved to be. You turned his cybernetic over in your hand, gently tracing the lines on his palm and the twitching slowly stilled to a halt. “I’m sure he was an amazing person before he fell to the dark side—and he fathered another amazing Jedi. He would be so proud of you.”

A few tears slid down Luke’s cheeks, and you wiped them away with your thumb before realizing you’d moved. He leaned into your touch, putting a tentative hand on your waist to pull you closer. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick. “I—” He suddenly shuddered before his shoulders began to shake and he hung his head again. You could feel fresh tears sliding against the palm that still cupped his cheek and your stomach plummeted.

You stepped between his legs and gathered him in your arms, pulling his head against your shoulder. He went without hesitation, snaking his arms around your middle and pulling you tightly to him. You pressed a cheek against his soft hair, inhaling his scent as you rubbed his shoulders. Despite his scars and decades of sun exposure on Tatooine, his tanned skin was smooth to the touch, and you reveled in his warmth as he burrowed his face into you. The t-shirt you slept in was much too large for you—and with embarrassment, you realized it was Luke’s; he’d lent it to you when you hadn’t packed enough and you’d forgotten to return it—and the collar had slipped down to expose your shoulder. Luke pressed his cheek against your bare skin, nuzzling into you as he cried in your arms.

You rubbed soothing circles into his bare back. Some scarring was visible there as well, but nowhere near as noticeable as the ones on his chest. You could feel fresh tears wet your skin as he continued to tremble, soft gasps and sniffles leaving him every few minutes. The sounds were devastating and drove your fingers to gently run through his hair. Your touch was feather-light, afraid he might find offense in the action, and you began to pull away as he tensed.

“Don’t stop,” he murmured, his voice ragged. “Please.”

You let your hand wander into his hair again, a bit bolder this time as you indulged yourself in the feel of him. Your fingers slid effortlessly through his locks and you let the blunt end of your fingernails gently scrape against his scalp. His cries stilled and he sighed, squeezing you tighter and running the tip of his tear-stained nose over your collarbone. You stayed like that for several minutes as you gently massaged the back of his head, neck, and shoulders. You could’ve stayed like that forever and could feel his new sense of serenity through the Force as he melted into you.

He finally broke the silence, still clinging to you like a life preserver. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d be much more bored,” you teased into his hair, burying your nose in the golden-brown strands.

He laughed weakly against your skin. “That’s true—but I mean it. Thank you.”

You closed your eyes and sighed, holding him tighter. “Anytime…also, um…do you want your shirt back?”

He pulled back to look at you in surprise. His arms fell from your waist, but his fingers gently brushed against your hip bones. You usually only wore t-shirts and underwear to bed and felt embarrassment flood you as his thumb caught on the hem of your shirt, hiking it up over your hip. Luke let his thumb linger momentarily before remembering himself and turning so red, you almost laughed. He cleared his throat and gently pulled the shirt back down, letting his hands fall into his lap. “No, keep it. It looks better on you anyway.”

You released him and smiled softly, taking a moment to inspect his bare feet where they lay next to yours. “Please don’t ever be ashamed of who your father was. And just know that I’m…” you met his eyes nervously before twiddling your thumbs, “really proud to be your friend.”

His hands gently reached out to take yours and you met his teary gaze. He smiled. “Thank you. It means a lot…And you’re not just a friend. You’re family at this point.”

Your heart swelled and you looked away before he could notice the tears forming in your own eyes. “Do you think you could fall back asleep now? You need your rest.”

He nodded, laughing softly as you yawned. “So do you, starflower.”

You met his eyes in surprise at the nickname and he seemed just as shocked at himself. He quickly dropped your hands and rubbed at the back of his neck. If his face turned any redder, you thought he might explode.

You took a deep breath before grabbing his hand to yank him up. “Come on, farm boy. Gotta put you to bed before you get any sappier on me.”

He laughed, the little spark you loved so much now back in his eyes. He held onto your hand the whole walk back to the bedrooms, hesitating at the door. He opened his mouth to say something, then seemed to think better of it and closed it again. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Luke,” you replied softly, reluctant to let go of him.

He gave your hand a parting squeeze before ducking back into his bedroom. He left the door open and you did the same as you retreated into your own. As you settled down into your sheets and remembered the feel of his skin and hands, you couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to fall asleep holding him.

#luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke skywalker imagine #luke skywalker comfort #luke skywalker angst #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #luke skywalker fanfiction #tw: ptsd #tw: nightmares #star wars remnants #my writing #luke skywalker x fem!reader #luke skywalker x jedi!reader

[deanstead]

Trauma Memory

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: When a trauma memory hits you in the middle of the night, Jay is there to make sure you know you’re safe

Word Count: 937

Warnings: overall mature theme but nothing graphic. allusions to past sexual abuse/molestation, trauma, nightmares

A/N: Please note the warnings for potential triggers. I wrote this a week ago because I needed to get this out of my system and I was not exactly planning to let it see the light of day but @halsteadlover threatened to beat my ass so...

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

Your eyes snapped open, the remnants of the dream still lingering. It wasn’t so much a dream as it was a memory.

You glanced over at Jay who was snoring gently next to you and you quietly climbed out of bed, fully aware that you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep just yet.

Resisting the very real urge to take a shower, you reminded yourself that it was just a dream, that it was just a dark memory that you’d left behind. Far behind.

At least that’s what you thought.

This almost felt like one of those anxiety dreams you occasionally had, where everything felt so real for a moment that you weren’t sure what was real and what wasn’t.

You took a sip of water from the glass in your hand, closing your eyes. You could still feel the touch that made your skin crawl, the feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach, as your intestines felt like they were twisting in knots all on their own as you knew what was coming.

“Babe?”

You jumped, whipping your head in his direction, the glass crashing onto the floor.

“Woah. Y/N, it’s me.” Jay put his hands out in front of him. “Don’t move alright? I’ll take care of this.”

Jay headed back around to the other side of the kitchen island counter, guiding you out of the kitchen from the other way so he could clean up the stupid mess you’d made in the middle of the night.

“Couch.” Jay said quietly, giving you a small smile. “I’ll take care of this and I’ll be right there.”

You studied Jay for another second before you exhaled and nodded.

By the time Jay had finished clearing up and joined you on the couch, you were feeling extremely stupid.

Jay didn’t say anything as you felt the couch compress next to you when he climbed in next to you. You glanced at him and he touched your head gently, almost like he was testing the waters, before he slipped his arm under your head, wrapping you gently into him.

You leaned your head onto him, exhaling gently as he gently rested his hand on the back of your head.

“Bad night?” Jay asked quietly after a while and you felt the rumble of his chest as he spoke.

You didn’t answer his question directly, merely curling tighter against him.

Jay let out a breath. “You should have woken me.”

You shook your head slowly. “I couldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t.” Jay said, his voice still soft, his arm curling protectively around you now.

You smiled against his shoulder, the dream finally feeling like it was fading away. “Sorry.” You whispered. “You have an early day tomorrow.”

You felt Jay exhale. “You want to talk about it?”

You didn’t answer him immediately. Yes, you wanted to talk about it. But also no, because you were afraid of dredging it all back up again. You angled your head up to look at him.

Jay just looked back down at you with a small encouraging smile, reaching for your hand with his other one and taking it gently. “It’s okay, I'm right here.”

You took a deep breath. “It’s a memory, I tucked it away, I forgot about it or I tried to.” You curled up against Jay as you told him about your stepbrother, about the curl in your stomach when you realized there was nothing brotherly about the way he touched you or pressed up against you.

Jay was silent even after you finished talking and instinctively you tugged away, feeling the familiar sense of shame wash over you. "He didn't... he never went... but I still..." Your voice trailed off, anything you said sounded like some form of feeble justification of why you had let this happen to you.

But Jay was having none of it, pressing your head gently back against his chest, his arms tightening around you as the remnants of your tears seeped back into the light shirt he’d thrown on earlier.

“I’m sorry.” Jay whispered. “But none of this is your fault and you’re safe with me now. And if he ever comes near you again, I’ll rip his throat out myself.”

You smiled as the wave of security returned, washing over the insecurity that had wormed its way into your heart just seconds ago. “I know.” You whispered back.

“Y/N, you could have told me. If I ever pushed you too hard, or made you feel…”

You reached up to cover his mouth gently. “Never.”

Jay blinked back down at you.

“Never, Jay. You… you’ve never made me feel anything but safe.” You whispered. “Don’t you ever compare yourself to…”

You swallowed, closing your eyes for a second before you looked back at him again. “It’s not…”

“I know, I know, baby.” Jay nodded, pulling you towards him once again, his arms wrapping around you tightly. You felt Jay’s warmth edge out the darkness of the past you’d been trying to run from all this time and you sighed.

As you drifted back off to sleep while cuddled up against Jay on the couch, Jay pressed a kiss gently to the side of your head. “You’ll be safe with me.”

“I love you.” You whispered, even through the fog of sleepiness that now engulfed you, but you weren’t afraid to drift off anymore.

Jay leaned his head against yours, his arms tight around you as he closed his eyes as well, both of you curled up tightly together on the couch, like you were meant to be.

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