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dontaskmemybias · 9 months

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The Fan Meeting

Pairing: Idol!Han Jisung x afab reader Request: No Theme: Strangers to Lovers Contains: Panic Attacks, Cursing, Unprotected Sex (don't do this), Loads of Fluff, Angst If You Squint. Word Count: 4,933 Note: MINORS DNI!!!! This is a work of fiction and does not portray any of the members irl. I was thinking to myself, what if my worst nightmare and one of my fantasies collided? Then this came out haha! I know some of the details aren't accurate, this is fiction so don't come for me! 😂

You had been wanting to see Stray Kids live for forever. You were a huge STAY, you even (embarrassingly) wrote fan fiction about them on Tumblr. For your birthday your lovely best friends since childhood decided to get you tickets to see them live AND do a fan meeting. One of them said she would come with you (you had gotten her into the group and she is now a proud STAY as well) and it was all the two of you could talk about for weeks.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE WE ARE SEEING THEM TOMORROW I'M GONNA PASS OUT AND/OR CRY I SWEAR TO GOD!" Your bestie had heard you talk about how your were probably going to have a heart attack or spontaneously combust for weeks so, being used to this dialogue, she just laughed and shook her head at your antics.

"If you pass out I'll just throw some water on you so you don't miss too much." She deadpanned. This caused you to crack up hysterically until she joined in and soon the two of you were clutching your ribs from how hard you had been laughing.

"Just 24 more hours and we will be front row watching my favorite boys." You sighed wistfully and your friend just chuckled.

"Yeah, 24 hours!"

~✨~

Your heart was racing as you lined up outside the venue. You had missed the last world tour because you had just gotten into the group and couldn't afford tickets, but that didn't bother you much seeing as this album was astronomy themed. You had worked at an observatory for years but you had just left the job and honestly needed a break from job hunting and what better way to decompress than seeing your favorite boys live.

You were fascinated with the sky so the first time you heard "Hall of Fame" and recognized Neil Armstrong's words you almost passed out. This was the perfect time to see your favorite boys live and you were seriously worried that you might ACTUALLY pass out at some point.

You and your bestie had dressed up for the occasion, wanting to look good for the fan meeting (Jesus the fan meeting you hadn't really thought about it too much, too worried you were going to embarrass yourself)

Once you got into the venue you were starstruck. There was merchandise and STAY's running around, excitement filled the air. You were in awe of it all and if it weren't for your bestie you would've stood there frozen taking it all in for way too long. Luckily she pulled your hand and dragged you over to the line for merchandise.

After spending WAY too much money on memorabilia you decided to head to your seats. You were absolutly buzzing with excitement as you continued forward until you reached your spots. So close to the stage you could practically see the flecks of paint on the stage floor.

"How are we feeling? Excited? Nervous? Pass-outy?" You laughed at your friends made up word.

"Pass-outy? That's ridiculous. But seriously I am just so fucking excited I cannot contain it!" You giggle-screeched and started hopping around a bit. Your friend joined you in your mini-freakout and you both started screaming when the show began to start.

~✨~

The show was AMAZING! Hands-down one of the best experiences of your life. The vocals, the rapping, the DANCING?!!?! You felt like you had died and gone to heaven. You were so star struck and in shock that you were able to be here at all that after the last song was over and they did their (adorable) goodbye speeches you felt glued to the floor, staring with your mouth open until your bestie pulled you out of it. Reminding you of the fan meeting.

The fan meeting.

Where you would get to MEET. THEM.

Excitement and nerves bubbled up within you as your bestie dragged you to the next location to wait in line to meet the boys.

~✨~

You had to wait for forever in line, you had gotten there late because your bestie had to use the bathroom so you were now literally the last people in line. Your nerves were at an all time high. What were you going to say? Your anxiety started to flare up but your bestie calmed you down before you could have a full blown panic attack.

Finally you were next. You'd see Chan first, then Changbin, Lee Know, Han, Felix, Hyunjin, Seungmin, and finally I.N. You could do this, no need to be worried.

You moved a few steps, bestie in tow, and came in front of Bang Chan himself. You smiled and waved a little. He giggled a bit and waved back.

"Hi I'm Bang Chan! And you are?"

"H-hello, I'm Y/N."

"Oh don't mind her, she's nervous! Y/N here is a huge fan! She even writes fanfiction about you guys! She's Y/URL on Tumblr!"

You froze. She did not just tell them your dark secret like that. You two always teased each other but she had no idea how badly this freaked you out. Your eyes were wide, you didn't notice but all the guys were looking at you now with varying expressions from confusion to amusement.

You started breathing a little heavier. Your hand started shaking.

Fuck.

You were about to have a panic attack in front of all eight members of Stray Kids.

You tried calming yourself down but tears began to well up in your eyes. Your breathing got shallower and before you knew it someone was ushering you away from the crowd and into a separate room.

Someone was holding your hand, talking to you calmly. There were other people in the room as well, you couldn't really tell who, your brain was only at half capacity as you fought the urge to sink deeper into your panic. The logical part of your brain realized it was probably your bestie in front of you and security with her to make sure you were okay, but her hands felt a little bigger than normal. You didn't register that fact, you just laid down until your head was in her lap and you began to work through your exercises to bring you out of your panic.

Find five things you can see.

You focused on your skirt, the cute one you decided to wear tonight. The floor, white tile with black designs on it. The security guard, closer to you than anyone else other than your best friend. The plant on the floor next to you, in a cute ceramic pot. Finally the fan on the ceiling, not on but sitting stagnant.

You didn't notice but you were listing things out loud, your brain in too much of a haze to comprehend what was going on.

Four things you can hear.

Your heartbeat, a bit higher than normal but slowing down as you listed things. Your breathing, shallow but more steady than it was before. Your best friend, apologizing and explaining the situation to the security guard, she sounded farther away than you expected. Another voice, saying calming and reassuring things in a gentle low voice.

Three things you can feel.

Your hand on the cool tile floor, lowering your rising body temperature. Your skirt, you take it in your fingers to feel the fabric. A gentle hand running through your hair to calm you down.

Two things you can smell.

The perfume you put on today for the show, peaches, your favorite. Cologne, an unfamiliar scent, definitely not what your bestie had been wearing tonight.

One thing you can taste.

The remnants of the snack you and your bestie shared during the show.

After running through the exercise your brain slowly turned back on and the first thing it registered was that this was NOT your bestie who you were laying on.

You sat up quickly and looked at who had been comforting you for god knows how long and your breath hitched.

Han Jisung.

You were trying to think of what to say but he beat you to it.

"How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Water maybe?" You shyly nodded your head and you saw one of the security guards leave and bring you back a bottle of water. You took a quick sip and looked back to Han.

"I-I am so sorry, I thought you were my friend, I-I didn't realize-" He cut you off

"No worries. I saw you get pale and start shaking back there and I knew what was going on. I get panic attacks too so I figured I might be able to help!" He flashed you a quick smile and ran a hand over the nape of his neck.

You stared at him for much longer than you would've liked, trying to figure out what the actual fuck you were supposed to say in this scenario. The only thing your stupid lizard brain could come up with was "Thank you for letting me use you as a pillow."

What. The. Fuck.

Jesus Christ you are worse than the oblivious girls you wrote about in your little delulu land on Tumblr.

Han just giggled a bit and flashed you his biggest smile.

"I didn't mind, anything to help out a fan!"

Right. A fan, who embarrassingly had a full blown panic attack in front of her favorite band.

Thankfully your bestie came over at that moment to break the awkward silence that had settled over you and Han. Dramatically sobbing she landed on the floor next to you and took your hand in hers.

"Jesus Y/N I am so fucking sorry, I don't know why I said that I didn't mean to freak you out so much-" You cut her off before she had a full mental breakdown too.

"Hey, hey it's okay! I'm okay now, no worries." You smiled at her softly and she took a deep breath.

You all got up off the floor and thanked everyone for helping you out. You figured you must have been out of it for a bit seeing as the room next door was pretty quiet now. Not wanting to waste anyones time you started to head for the door.

"Wait! Y/N, I feel bad you didn't get to say hi to the other guys, would you like me to at least sign something for you?" This boy was a literal angel. Here you were, making his day even longer than he had probably planned on it being and now HE wants to do something nice for YOU?

"You really don't have to do that, I feel bad for making you stick around so long." You sheepishly looked down at the floor. Han walked closer to you until his feet were in your line of vision. You slowly looked up and saw him less than a foot away from you and he smiled again.

"It's no problem at all! I really want to. Please?" Shit you weren't gonna turn down such a golden opportunity. You handed him one of the photocards you got with his picture on it and he kept his hand out, waiting for more things to sign. You giggled and pulled out the three others you got.

All Han. He was after all, your bias.

He chuckled and walked over to a nearby table to sign the fan cards. When he came back he smiled and handed them to you.

"It was lovely to meet you Y/N, I hope to see you again soon."

Then he winked.

He fucking winked at you.

What fanfic bullshittary was this?

~✨~

After security made sure you were okay you and your bestie left and headed back to the hotel you were staying in for the night. You let her have it over telling the band about your fanfic account and she kept apologizing until you finally decided that it was ultimately okay, especially since you got some signatures out of it.

You did not tell her that Han had winked at you. That was just for you.

Finally you got to the hotel room and she started squealing.

"Show me the cards! I want to see his signature!!"

You giggled and pulled them out. The first one was simply signed 'Han'.

The second one said 'Y/N's biggest fan'

You looked at your bestie, thoroughly confused.

"What the hell does that mean?"

Her jaw dropped and she pointed to the third card. It was signed not with his name, but a Tumblr URL.

Your jaw dropped.

No. Fucking. Way.

It was a URL you had seen on so many occasions. Commenting, liking, and reblogging every single one of your fics. Your biggest fan on Tumblr was FUCKING HAN JISUNG?!

You looked at the fourth photocard, it was signed 'Jisung' but on the back there was a note.

'Meet me at the Marriott on Fourth street tonight, room 461 ;)'

Your heart stopped.

You must be dreaming.

There is no way this is real.

Your bestie screams.

"Y/N YOU HAVE TO FUCKING GO OH MY GOD PLEASE GO AND TELL ME WHATEVER YOU CAN TOMORROW!!!!"

Before you can register what is happening she grabs your phone and orders you an uber before pushing you out the door and telling you to 'be safe!'

~✨~

Twenty minutes later you find yourself in front of room 461 at the Marriott on Fourth street. Your nerves are at an all time high as you hesitantly knock on the door half-expecting a serial killer to be on the other side because that would be more plausible than seeing Han Jisung open the door and smile at you before ushering you inside.

Once you get inside you have absolutly no fucking clue what to do other than fiddle with the hem of your skirt and stare at the floor. Han just chuckles and walks over to the bed before plopping down on the mattress.

"I am so glad you came, I have been dying to meet my favorite writer in person for ages now!" Your head snaps in his direction and he has a cocky grin plastered on his face.

"You seriously read my fanfics about you guys?" You are in shock, still half-believing this is all a dream.

"Hell yeah I do! The other guys sometimes read them too, we like to read all the stuff our fans write but you are by far my favorite, especially now that I know for sure I am your bias." Your face pales and you stare at him wide-eyed while he stands up and walks over to you.

"Hey it's okay, I won't bite, unless you want me to of course." And he winks at you again.

You could fucking die on the spot.

Han grabs your hand and leads you over to the bed to sit down. He keeps your hand in his lap and you see a faint blush take his cheeks. He starts to look almost as nervous as you are and you don't think you have ever seen him look so fucking attractive before.

"But seriously Y/N, you're an incredible writer and I am so happy you actually came. Your stories are so great and I honestly just wanted to talk with you about them. Like, where do you get the ideas for the stuff you write?"

It takes you a second to gather your thoughts and answer his question. All that you can about think at the moment is how Han fucking Jisung reads your stories and is currently holding your hand blushing like a god damn schoolboy.

"Well, a lot of what I write are recommendations sent in by other people, but the stuff I come up with honestly just comes to me randomly. Like, I read a lot of fanfiction and I take my favorite tropes and just think about who would fit best and then the story just flows as I go. Honestly half the time I don't even have an end goal in mind, I just write until it feels finished." Now its your turn to blush and look down at your intertwined hands.

Han starts rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb as he lets out a small hum.

"That's incredible, you must have an amazing imagination to come up with so many stories."

"Yeah, my mom used to call me a space cadet growing up because I always had my head in the clouds." You chuckled and Han did too.

"That's so cute! Space cadet, I'm definitely going to be using that from now on."

After the initial shock wore off from being in Han's room, the two of you continued talking. First just about your writing, but eventually about movies you both like, T.V. shows, anime, books, and everything else. It was insane how fast you got comfortable with him. Eventually you found yourself laying on the bed next to him, hands still intertwined as you told him about space and you guys talked about the vastness of the cosmos together. Once you had covered almost every topic you could he leaned over to look at you.

"Would you want to stay and maybe watch a movie or something? I really like your company. It can get kinda lonely in these hotel rooms."

"Yeah of course, I like hanging out with you too Han." You smiled at him.

"You can call me Jisung, it's what most of my friends call me." Your heart skipped a beat. Han Jisung just implied you were friends now?

Before you could fully react Jisung got up and grabbed the T.V. remote before settling back on the bed, sitting against the headboard. He patted the spot next to him and you climbed up to sit next to him while he scrolled through the channels to find something for the two of you to watch.

He eventually saw Howl's Moving Castle and looked over to you. You nodded and giggled as he pushed play.

The two of you watched the movie in peaceful quiet, commenting on the story here and there. About a third of the way through Jisung's hand found yours again and he pulled it into his lap, pulling you a little closer to him in the process. After a few minutes he switched the hand that was holding yours so he could wrap his arm around you, you settled into his side and rested your head on his shoulder, smiling as you heard him let out a content sigh.

The two of you stayed cuddled up like that for the rest of the movie. You started to get a little tired by the end but when would you ever be in this position again? So you pushed through the drowsiness overcoming your body and finished out the movie mostly awake.

Once the movie was over you shifted a bit to look at Jisung. "I should probably head out, its really late." Jisung looked a little sad for a moment.

"What if you stayed here tonight? I could get you a car to take you home tomorrow? We are in town for another show tomorrow, maybe we could even do this again?" He looked hopeful. You smiled and nuzzled into his side.

"Yeah okay, I doubt I could get a ride at this hour anyway."

Jisung absolutly beamed at your response and sat up stretching his back.

"Yay sleepover!" He started laughing. "If you'd like, I have some clothes you could change into to be a bit more comfortable?"

"Yeah that would be great!"

"There's some facewash in the bathroom too you can use!"

With that Jisung got up and grabbed you one of his big tee shirts and a pair of boxers to change into. You got changed in the bathroom and washed your face. Your mind was racing with so many thoughts but the moment you came back into the room and saw Jisung snuggled under the blankets all you could think of was how lucky you were to get this experience.

You climbed into bed next to Jisung and he turned to look at you. "Y/N?"

You turned to him and smiled. "Yes Jisung?"

"Can we- I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but can we cuddle?" You giggled at his bashfulness.

"Yeah Jisung, we can cuddle." He let out a cute squeal of happiness and scooted towards you so he could wrap his arms around you. You snuggled your face into his chest and he let out a sigh of happiness.

"Goodnight Y/N."

"Goodnight Jisung."

~✨~

The next morning went so quickly. You and Jisung had to wake up way too early for your liking. Jisung got you a car like he promised and made sure you were coming back later that night. You swore you would and he gave you a big hug before ushering you into the car so he could go do a million things before their concert.

When you got back to the hotel room your bestie was still sleeping so you just got into the other bed and crashed. Still exhausted from staying up all night with Jisung.

In your dreams you were a princess in medieval times. You were lonely until one day your knight in shining armor showed up (Jisung of course) and he swept you off your feet. You had a forbidden romance because you were engaged to some prince you had never met from a faraway land. But in the end Jisung was actually the prince! He had come early to meet you under false pretenses to judge your character and he found you to be the perfect wife and you lived happily ever after. Until an earthquake hit. The ground shaking, loud noises all around you. More shaking.

And you woke up. To your bestie shaking you awake. Out of your lovely dream and into reality.

A reality where you quickly remembered, you had stayed with Jisung last night.

Holy fuck that actually happened?

"BITCH TELL ME EVERYTHING, WHEN DID YOU GET BACK?!"

After a long ass conversation where you told your bestie all the details you decided (well really she told you you had to) go hang out with Jisung again that night.

You decided to stay in the hotel all day with your bestie watching shitty rom-coms and laughing about all the cringey tropes movies use to catch your attention. You were just about crawling out of your skin trying to process the last 48 hours and decided to have a chill day to prepare for the long night ahead of you.

~✨~

It was about 11:30PM by the time you got an uber over to Jisung's hotel and you still were convinced that this was all a dream, but as you walked up to his door you were sure that this was in fact reality and you were going to the Han Jisung's room at almost midnight in just a hoodie and leggings. You seriously considered going back to your hotel to change but you suddenly heard a loud thud on the other side of the door and you reached up to knock on the door to make sure everything was alright.

When Jisung opened the door he had that huge smile on his face again and he pulled you in for a hug immediately, letting the door shut behind you.

"Oh my god I'm so glad you came I was worried you wouldn't show!" you started giggling and hugged him back.

"Of course I came silly, I would be an idiot not to! Plus I'm excited to see what movie you have for us tonight!" He giggled back and pulled away from the hug to walk over to the bed.

"I am feeling a bit daring tonight, how about we watch a scary movie?" You walked over and sat on the bed next to him.

"Okay but if I jump you have to promise not to make fun of me!" He giggled at that and grabbed the TV remote.

"Of course not! I'll just laugh in my head." You playfully slapped his arm and he dramatically fell onto the bed like he had just been shot which caused you to double over and laugh loudly.

He finally got up and turned on the TV searching through the horror movies.

"See anything you like?" Looking straight at him you replied a simple "Yeah." He looked up and saw you staring at him and giggled a little bit before picking a movie and turning it on.

You both leaned back and Jisung moved his arm behind you to hold onto you. You smiled and leaned into him as the movie played.

After about 30 minutes you realized that Jisung was just as afraid of horror movies as you were. You would both jump at the same time, yelp, and hold onto each other tighter as the scenes played out.

By the time the movie ended the two of you were completely tangled on the bed. You were almost half in his lap from the amount of times you burrowed into him during the scary scenes.

"Y/N? You okay?" Jisung looked down at where you had burrowed into his chest.

"Yeah, I just won't be able to sleep ever again so there's that." You both started laughing and his grip on you grew a little tighter.

"Well, no worries, you can stay here with me, I can protect you." He said with a sheepish smile on his face.

"But what about tomorrow? You're leaving so I'll have to sleep alone again." You said somberly. You looked up at him and he had a sad smile on his face.

Jisung lifted his hand and pushed the hair out of your face, then he let his hand linger on your cheek. He looked like he was contemplating something until you looked down at his lips. Then he slowly leaned in and kissed you.

You let yourself fall into the kiss, your arms wrapping tighter around him. He pulled you closer into him until you both pulled away for air. He leaned his forehead on yours.

"Would it be crazy if I asked you to come with us?" He whispered. His breath tickling your face.

"Would it be crazy if I said I would?" You breathed out. You heard his breath hitch and before you could process what was happening he had flipped you so you were laying on the bed with him hovering above you, his forehead pressed against yours again.

"Don't play with me love, I'm serious. Come with us. You can stay with me every night and I'll pay for your plane tickets and everything."

Holy fuck he was serious. You thought about it for a moment. You didn't have a job, you were month-to-month on your apartment so you could leave pretty much whenever. It's not like you had anything tying you down.

But then...

"What if you get sick of me? I'd have nowhere to go."

"Baby I'd never get sick of you, and if you ever want to leave I would pay for you to come home. I just don't want this to end." He leaned down and kissed you softly. Then he whispered, his lips touching yours, "I can't say goodbye yet."

You sadly smiled at the desperation, the sadness in his voice. You didn't want this to end either.

Instead of replying you pulled him down to you in a searing kiss. He reciprocated almost immediately and the kiss grew more heated. The two of you were tangled together in the most heated makeout session you'd ever had. He pulled away just long enough to rip his shirt off and throw it somewhere in the room. You eventually did the same.

After that everything was a blur of clothes flying and messy kisses. Eventually the both of you were completely naked and feeling each other up, hands roaming across one another's bodies. Finally Jisung slipped inside you and you both let out a breath you weren't aware you were holding.

He stilled inside you once he bottomed out and looked into your eyes.

"You are so beautiful."

You let a single tear fall as he began moving. The two of you panting and moaning as he set a steady speed. Sex had never been like this for you, it was like you breathed as one. You were gripping onto him in any way you could, grabbing his biceps, his waist, his face.

His thrust started to become erratic the longer you went, his hips getting a little sloppy to signal he was close. His hand came down to rub circles on your clit to get you there faster. You cried out in extasy as you felt the band in your lower belly snap. Jisung followed after a few more thrusts and laid his head down on your chest, his dick still settled inside you, slowly softening.

You both looked at each other and smiled. He pecked your nose, then your cheeks, and finally your lips before getting up to get a washrag to clean you both up.

You didn't know how long this would last, but you decided that you wanted to ride out this feeling as long as you could. So after you were both cleaned up and he settled in the bed next to you, you turned to face him.

"I'll come with you Ji, anywhere you are is where I want to be."

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officialaemondtargaryen · 1 month

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Fall In Love With A Girl

❝she'll make you feel like the world is on your shoulder.❞

Summary: What can go wrong, will go wrong. That is until you meet the most beautiful woman you've ever seen and her brother's puppy.

Pairing: Modern Helaena Targaryen x Reader

Word Count: ~3.3k

Author’s Note: This is a re-write of an old fic of mine. I'm in my re-writing era and this is Megan's Version. I felt like this would be the perfect time to remind everyone that I love women.

Warnings: language, fluff, women loving women (if you are against this unfollow me?)

There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.

Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always; you’ll never get used to those abuse cases or having to hold someone’s hand as they say goodbye to their beloved pet. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; it’s best to get the pocket-sized one, because both dogs and cats shed a lot! Especially Bella the Saint Bernard who was due for her yearly check up today. Number three, iron your scrubs! And it’s probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because it’s more likely than not that you’ll end up getting peed on by someone’s over-excited pup.

Even though you knew these rules by heart and you followed them every single day of your work life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell, Hankie, peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara. So, when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing hoping to find some cat food.

Today just wasn’t your day.

It was fifteen minutes until closing time, and you could feel the excitement and exhaustion in your bones. You were desperate for rest, to go home and take a shower, crawl in bed and watch terribly written romantic comedies on Netflix until you passed out. If only you could snap your fingers and make those last few minutes fly by, but that was impossible and unfortunately manipulating time wasn’t a superpower you had acquired yet, so instead you swept and mopped the floors for the sixth time that day.

And that was when you heard it.

The tiny bell over the door chimed, signaling that a customer had just walked in and you could hear the pitter-patter of doggie feet on the linoleum floors. As far as you knew, there weren’t any more customers scheduled for the day; the last appointment was over thirty minutes ago and they were a no-show. From your spot in the back hallway, you could hear your coworker, talking to the patient and before you knew it, she was charging through the back door. You took one look at her, knowing what her question would be before she even opened her mouth. That shit-eating-grin was always plastered on her face when she wanted something.

“No,” you said as you swept the dirt into the dustpan.

“Come on, bestie,” she whined. “I really need to get out of here on time tonight! It’s just a simple check-up and she seems really nice! Please will you take them?”

Not wanting to argue or cause an issue, you sighed, exhaling every ounce of oxygen in your lungs before finally giving in. She was practically beaming with excitement as your shoulders slumped, eyes rolling back as you sat the broom down.

“Oh, my God! Thank you so much! I owe you, big time,” she went to hug you but you stepped to the side, avoiding her embrace at all costs.

You simply nod at your coworker as you try to dust some of the cat hairs from your scrubs. It was no use, and you knew that, but still, you at least tried to look more professional. After the day you’ve had, you should have known that clocking out on time was just too good to be true, but you still put a smile on your face as you walked up to the front desk. One day you’d cash in on all of the times she owed you for, but today wasn’t that day. Everything that could have gone wrong today had already gone wrong, and at this point you were only giving in to her for the plot. What else could possibly happen?

When you got to the front desk, you looked over the counter to see the customer on one knee as she played with the tiny puppy; rubbing its belly and tickling its sides.

“How can I help you?” You asked with that fake customer service voice.

The young woman turned around and looked up at you, flashing one of the most brilliant smiles you had ever seen, and you could have sworn that a chorus of angels were singing in the background– or maybe it was just the classical music on the radio that your boss liked to play, who knows? She was absolutely stunning though, with her pale blonde hair and striking lavender eyes.

“Hey, uh- I had an appointment for this little guy,” she replied with a soft smile as she moved to stand.

“Okay,” you nodded, trying to remember to breathe. You could smell her perfume as she took a step up to the counter. “What’s this little guy’s name?”

“His name is Sunfyre.”

“Oh,” you realized that this was that no-show appointment that should have been here thirty minutes ago. It was then that you looked right past her good looks and lilac scented perfume and let the irritation settle back in. “You’re Mr. Targaryen? You had an appointment with us at 5:00.”

The woman rubbed a hand on the back of her neck and gave you a sheepish smile.

“Not Mr. Targaryen, that’s my brother. I’m Helaena,” then she lets out a sigh. “He’s out of town and forgot to mention that I needed to be here until ten minutes before I was supposed to be here and then there was traffic, and I’m really sorry that I’m late. I hope I can still get him in, I mean, if that’s okay. If it’s too late then I’ll just make another appointment, I guess”

Your eyes widened as she rambled on and then you smiled at her. If it were anyone else, you probably would have told them to make another appointment and kick rocks. But this girl was just so gorgeous and her smile was just so beautiful, and your hopes of getting home on time were already sacked, so you led her back to the exam room and told her that it was no problem.

“Hopefully this doesn’t take too long,” she mentioned as she picked Sunfyre up and sat him on the table.

Wait, was she actually rushing you?

“I’ve got this stupid thing I’m supposed to go to tonight,” she continued as you checked the puppy’s weight.

She really was rushing you.

“It’s a blind date that Aegon, uh-”

Before she could say ‘Mr. Targaryen’, you nodded your head to let her know that you understood who she was talking about.

“Yeah,” Helaena kept on, not really caring that you weren’t really listening. “He set it up and I’m just nervous. I’ve never really been on a date- well, I’ve been on dates, but never a blind one. With the way this day has been going, he’ll probably end up being an alien with six eyes.”

“I know how you feel,” you mumbled under your breath.

“What’s that?” She asked.

“Oh, I just agreed with you,” you replied, not really wanting to go into details about your day with a girl who was about to go on a blind date and probably fall in love with someone that wasn’t the vet tech with a piss stain on her leg. Besides, her blind date was with a man which meant your chances were pretty much shot. “About the way this day has been going.”

“You’ve had a bad day, too?”

“I’m going to let Dr. Strong know you’re ready and we’ll try to get you out of here as soon as possible,” you say, ignoring her question.

“Oh, okay. Thanks,” she replied as you shuffled out of the exam room.

Your boss looked up at you from his desk and raised his eyebrows underneath his glasses. You said nothing and only dropped the puppy’s chart on his desk with a thud, before turning back around and heading into the back hallway. You could hear that Helaena girl sweet talking the pup from behind the door and your expression softened for a moment. But that was only until you glanced at the clock and saw that it was well past closing time, and you should’ve been walking through your front door right now; maneuvering out of your bra and kicking off your non-slip, worn out tennis shoes. Your frown came right back as you looked over the front desk, making sure everything was in order before your boss eventually called you in for an extra hand.

You sighed as you saw that your coworker had bailed on stamping the outgoing bill statements, a job which was tedious and tiring, and usually ended in cramped hands and sticky fingertips. With a soft groan, you sat down, flexing your toes in your shoes and tried to quickly stamp as many envelopes as you could.

“Hey, kiddo,” Dr. Strong called from somewhere within the office. “Can you lend me a hand for a moment?”

You stood up and tossed the envelopes in the mailing bin before heading towards the back hallway.

“What’s up, doc?” You asked with a forced grin as you tried to lighten the mood. Your boss, Harwin, had been under constant stress ever since his partner veterinarian, Dr. Tully, quit the practice to focus on his family.

“Can you draw me up 1cc of Nobivac?” He asked as he scribbled something down in the chart in front of him. “And I’m going to need you in the room when I administer it, there’s a note in the little guy’s chart that says he’s not very good with shots.”

“Yes, sir,” you replied as you pulled the keys to the medical cabinet out of the front pocket of your scrubs.

Helaena smiled at you when you entered the exam room once again. The puppy in her hands jumped in your direction, tail wagging from side to side as he whined for attention. “I think he likes you,” the girl commented as she tried to hold the puppy back.

“That’s nice,” you replied with a soft smile, not really wanting to make small talk with Ms. I-Have-A-Blind-Date-Can-You-Hurry-Up. “But he’s probably not going to like me very much after getting poked.”

“Probably not,” Helaena laughed. You couldn’t help but feel a little light-headed at the sight of her smile, despite your tough facade. The sound of her laugh was just as attractive, if not more so. “But who knows, maybe he’ll forgive you.”

Dr. Strong stepped into the room, cutting your conversation short to begin his own spiel; informing Sunfyre’s short term owner of the possible side effects of the rabies vaccine, and also why it is important to have one. Information that, hopefully, Helaena would pass on to the absent Mr. Targaryen.

While your boss prepped the puppy for his first rabies shot, your job was to try and distract the little guy as much as possible and to keep him comfortable, of course. Helaena stood off to the side, letting the two of you work your magic, and within seconds- without even so much as a yelp- the procedure was finished and Sunfyre’s tail was still wagging.

“All done,” you cooed, placing a kiss on the puppy’s wet nose.

“Looks like he still likes you,” Helaena said as she hooked Sunfyre’s leash back to his collar. “I had a feeling he would.”

You went to say something, but Dr. Strong got there first, sticking his hand out to Helaena for a handshake and saying, “It was nice to meet you. Please tell Mr. Targaryan that we look forward to seeing him at the next visit, which you can coordinate at the front desk.”

“Thank you,” she replied. “I’ll be sure to let him know.”

“You can follow me, this way,” you told her, ushering her and Sunfyre out of the exam room and into the lobby. “That’ll be $115,” you told her after tallying up the total sum of the visit.

She let out a low whistle and pulled her wallet from her back pocket, “is there any way to leave a tip for your excellent customer service?”

You let out a dry laugh, and bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something that would get you in trouble. “While I appreciate the offer, you should probably save it for your date tonight.”

“Date?” She asked as she signed the credit card receipt. “Shit, right, my date!” She exclaimed, thrusting the tiny piece of paper your way. “I gotta go!”

You made a face and hurriedly handed her a copy of the bill and a rabies tag for Sunfyre.

“Good luck,” you told her as she rushed out the front door. “And you're welcome,” you said with a frown after she didn’t even say ‘thank you’.

Happy that your day was finally over, you couldn’t help but feel like you had just been kicked in the gut. As you finished stamping the monthly statements, your mind was stuck on what Helaena and her blind date– who may or may not be an alien with six eyes– were doing right now. Was he smart? Was he making her laugh? Did he appreciate how absolutely breathtaking her smile was? Did she see him and immediately know that he was the one she had been searching for? Did time stop?

“Hey,” you heard Dr. Strong’s voice from behind you and realized that you had been standing in the same spot for minutes now, holding a stack of envelopes that you had meant to drop into the bin. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you replied as you came back to reality.

“Don’t forget you’re fostering Nugget tonight to make sure that he doesn’t pull out his stitches,” he told you before disappearing back into the hallway.

“Ah, yes, Nugget,” you replied, mostly to yourself, as you were sure your boss was out of earshot. “The overweight Chihuahua who looks like he ate one, too many nuggets. I couldn’t be more excited.”

After you locked up and had Nugget on a leash, you said your goodbyes to your boss; happy as ever that- even though it was well after dark- you were finally going home. You picked the chunky Chihuahua up, making sure not to touch his freshly removed manhood and placed him in the backseat, where he quickly made a home. Before you even pulled your seatbelt on, you pulled your hair out of its ponytail and ran your fingers over your tender scalp. It was the first step to comfort after what you were sure was the worst days you might have ever had. You’d take your shoes off if you could,, but you were sure there was some crazy law about driving barefoot, so you left them on.

Nugget stayed quiet for most of the way, until he unexpectedly started to whine. Thinking that he might need to go potty, you pulled over into the parking lot of an ice cream parlor. He hopped out of your backseat gingerly, and led you over to the grassy area where he proceeded to squat and relieve himself.

“Fancy meeting you here,” you heard from across the parking lot and turned to see none other than Mrs. Blind Date herself, Helaena. Just when you thought this day was starting to get better, she began walking toward you with Sunfyre in tow.

“Oh, hi,” you replied, cautiously looking around for the hot shot that would inevitably be introduced as her date. You didn’t want to ask, but curiosity got the best of you and, “how was your date?”

“Well, I was supposed to meet him here and he never showed,” she replied, looking a bit dejected. “I’m honestly not surprised at all. I mean, if you knew my brother, you probably wouldn’t be surprised either. Besides, what else should one expect from a man?” You laughed at that. “I was just about to leave, but then I saw you, and figured I’d say hello.”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling again at her rambling, unable to help yourself when you heard that there was no date, and that this extremely attractive stranger was somehow still single. “Well, hello.”

Helaena smiled brightly before taking notice of Nugget, who was shaking at the thought of being petted by someone new, and dropped down to a knee so that she could reach him. “Who’s this little chunker?”

“This is Nugget,” you replied. “I’m fostering him for the night.”

“Fitting name,” she laughed, standing back to her regular height. “So, can I buy you an ice cream? I don’t think I said thanks before I ran out of your office earlier and I’d like to make it up to you.”

“Sure,” you replied quickly before you gave yourself a chance to say no. “I mean, yeah, that would be nice.”

Helaena smiled as you fell in step with each other, making your way to the front of the booth. Sunfyre and Nugget were playing with each other; romping around and playing together; putting you and Helaena into a few awkward positions as you had to unwrap their leashes from around each other’s legs. You learned that she was an artist, mostly oil paintings and photography, who lived on the quiet side of the city with Aegon, her brother. And you told her all about your bad day, and what it was like working in a veterinary office, and some of your funny stories from college.

Before you could even eat three bites of your ice cream, Nugget had coerced you into giving him most of it; which probably wasn’t what his actual owners intended for him to eat after his surgery. Helaena didn’t mind that the ice cream she had bought for you went to satisfying a fat Chihuahua’s sweet tooth, especially not when most of her own ice cream was being lapped up by little Sunfyre.

“Well, I should get home,” you told her after seeing the neon ‘open’ sign of the parlor shut off. “It’s getting late.”

She nodded, standing up from the bench that you had been sitting on, “It was really nice running into you.”

“I agree,” you replied with a smile.

“If you’d like to, maybe I can take you to dinner next?” She asked as she nervously ran a hand through her hair. You blinked a few times, wondering if you had heard her correctly or if it was your mind playing tricks on you. “You don’t have to.”

“I’d like to go to dinner with you,” you told her quickly and honestly.

“Really?” She asked excitedly. “I mean, that’s cool.”

“Should we?” You asked, taking out your phone to swap numbers and she laughed.

“That’s probably a good idea.”

You repeated the numbers twice to make sure she typed in the right ones, and after an awkward hug that seemed like it was almost a kiss on the cheek, you and Nugget happily walked back to your car. As soon as the driver’s side door was shut, you let out a joyous squeal and did a small dance in your seat. Your phone vibrated from the cup holder as you shifted into gear. You picked it up quickly and swiped at the screen until an unsaved number popped up on your screen. Your heart soared at the message that could only have been from one person.

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That was the best blind date ever! ;)

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john-get-the-salt · 9 months

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Third Times A Charm (w/tyrion lannister)

Imagine: Two times Tyrion realized he was falling in love with you, and then the third time when he finally did something about it.

Contains: cute Tyrion moments, use of she/her pronouns, fem!reader, Bronn totally shipping his two besties, brief mentions of rated R activities but no actual acts, some lyrics from High Enough by K.Flay because i think they fit the way Tyrion would love so well

Warnings: none

Tyrion wasn't sure exactly when he began falling in love with you. There were plenty of instances that he longed for you, but he couldn't be sure when that feeling began.

Could it have begun that night you drank too much ale and accidentally shared some of your deepest secrets?

Tyrion and Bronn were hiding away from the world and drinking together, as they did any other night, when a knock at the door to Tyrion's chambers interrupted them.

"Yeeeees?" Tyrion called out. The door to his chambers creaked open and a familiar face popped in.

"I was walking past and couldn't help but overhear the two of you. Are you having fun without me?"

The men grinned at you.

As the daughter of a distant lord you'd been sent on your families behalf to King's Landing a few weeks ago to mend your people's relationship with the iron throne and according to your father, find a wealthy husband. Despite Tyrion's reputation you'd inexplicably befriended the man and his guard. Before long they were the few people in King's Landing that you trusted fully and vice versa.

"My lady!" Tyrion cheered.

You closed the door and plopped down at the table across from the two.

"Come on you two, share the goods."

They obeyed, opening a bottle and pouring out another glass of precious liquid. You took a hearty gulp, sighing as the liquid warmed your belly. "That's better. I'll tell you this, politics would be much more fun if everyone drank beforehand."

Bronn laughed. "That's what I've always said. Lads would start less wars if they had an ale in hand."

"And perhaps they would perform better....both on the battlefield and off!"

Tyrion shook his head fondly as he watched you and his guard giggle. He was so used to Bronn being a stubborn headed mule, but he treated you like a younger sister and you brought out the child in him.

Bronn wiped tears out of his eyes at his laughter died down. "And that's my cue, lass. Once I start laughing at your ridiculous jokes I know I've had too much to drink."

"Aw, but I've just started!"

"And I'm sure Tyrion would love nothin more than to continue drinking with you, my lady." He winked at the Lord, who was by then glaring at his guard. "But I take my leave." And with a nod goodbye Bronn was gone.

And then there were two. Lord Tyrion and yourself fell into easy conversation, swapping tales and laughing at each other's past misfortunes. He told you about the time he woke up hungover in a barn alongside goats and you told him of the time you accidentally started a fire after attempting to learn how to cook.

The night drew on, alcohol sipped and chugged down, and you two grew more and more inebriated. By time the alcohol was gone it was the middle of the night, and you were both lying on your backs on the floor rambling on about everything and nothing.

"Tyrion?" You asked at one point.

"My lady?”

"What would your dream life look like?"

"Do you not dream enough?"

You knocked his shoulder with yours, unable to withhold a giggle. "That's not what I mean, you buffoon. I mean if you could live anywhere, do whatever you wanted, what would you do?"

"That is a terribly deep question for a couple of intoxicated fools. What would you do?"

A sigh left your lips as your giggly mood slipped away. "I would live in the mountains, near the ocean. I'd tend to my garden and write and learn how to wield a bow and arrow. I'd set traps in the water and feast on seafood and fresh bread every night. And I'd have a husband who loved me even when I didn't love myself."

"Any children?"

You scrunched your nose. "No children. I mean, maybe one day, if my husband wanted. But I think I could be quite content with my world."

Tyrion was quiet as he thought about the question.

"I'd live somewhere far, far, away from Kings Landing. Far away from everybody, really. No neighbors. I would read every book I could get my hands on, sitting in a window where the sunlight hit just right. Not too far from the sea, so I could go feel the ocean breeze when I desired. And I would have my own apple trees, so I could make my own cider.

"That sounds nice," you murmured, eyelids beginning to droop. "I think I'll just sleep on your floor tonight, Ty. I'm much too tired to return to my own chambers."

"Here," he reached out a hand, pulling the blankets from of his bed and onto the floor. "We can at least stay warm."

Humming in thanks, you allowed yourself to be swathed in the warm furs. You curled closer to your friend, who always seemed to be radiating heat.

"Maybe in our dream lives we could neighbors." You whispered into the air as you began to fall asleep.

Tyrion smiled softly as he too began to succumb to the warmth inviting him to rest.

"Indeed."

•

If that hadn't been the time he began falling, was it when you saw right through the facade that fooled everyone else?

•

Tyrion sat amongst the lords and ladies, nursing a goblet of wine. The only reason he was allowed at these events was his family connections. No one discussed battle strategy, no one asked him to dance, and no one would even dare to attempt small talk.

And the prince was fine with that. That was what he always said, wasn't it? When faced with his harsh reality he would grin and snark and insist that he wouldn't be able to stand it even if someone tried. His sharp mouth protected his soft heart. And no one knew.

Tyrion caught a movement out of the corner of his eye, turning to see the only person stupid enough to approach him at a time like this. You.

"You foolish woman," Tyrion muttered as you settled at his side, your own cup in hand.

"I'm not going to deny it, but what have I done now?" Your voice came out smooth, the accent of silk brought out by the alcohol you'd no doubt been consuming.

"Your father told you to find a husband, and here you are during your best chance of that sitting with the pitiful dwarf."

He wasn't wrong. If you had any desire to find an advantageous match this was the time, as the King hosted lords from all across the continent. However, you had no such desire.

"I don't appreciate your lamenting tone. You know I care not for my father's wishes, I would much rather sit with my friend. These people are cruel to you, and thus I do not care for any of them.

"You know I care not what these people think of me, my lady. It no longer bothers me."

Yet even as Tyrion said that he could feel eyes on the two of you as you conversed, sharp as daggers.

"The world is a curse, Tyrion. It'll kill if you let it."

Tyrion turned to look at you. Your kept your gaze forward, eyes drinking in everything you could.

"Don't let it kill you."

•

Were either of those times the start? Tyrion couldn't be sure. But what he could be sure of, was the moment that he knew he needed to do something about it.

•

Of all your family, it was your younger sister who insisted you come home for an extended visit. She knew you planned to be at King's Landing for a long while but she missed you. More than that your father had allegedly began harping on her to find a husband the moment you left, and you couldn't stomach that. She was too young to worry of such things.

You obliged, after getting King Joffrey's blessing. You could not stand that petulant child, but all you had to do was bat your eyes and he usually allowed you to do as you wished. It helped that you tended to stay out of his way.

So for a few weeks you reunited with your family and homeland. Father was upset you hadn't managed to find a 'high ranking husband' but you were happy enough that he didn't press the issue. You told of the immature new king, dishing all the gossip of King's Landing. Your younger sisters, who'd never let the comforts of home, absorbed it all with childish wonder.

It was a comforting trip, but you found yourself missing King's Landing and a select few of it's inhabitants. You were quite relieved when it was time again to return.

The throne room was full, in the middle of a day court, when the thick heavy doors swung open. A front guardsman apologized for the interruption before announcing your official return. You stepped into the room with your spine straight as a pin and head held high, accompanied by your guards.

The corset you wore tightly gave the illusion of a perfect hourglass and did wonders for your bust, no doubt noticed by the King as he gave you a disgusting grin. You knew everyone's eyes were on you. Your father raised you to know that if you presented yourself as if you belonged, others wouldn't question it. It was how you moved unnoticed, how you infiltrated royalty when in reality you had no business in it. It was how you survived.

However this time there was an added, unexpected reaction. Unlike the first time you arrived in King's Landing, Tyrion was now witness to your official entry.

The moment you stepped through the doors his eyes were glued to your form. The lord wasn't used to seeing you this way. He was used to pants and tunics while practicing swordsmanship, riding boots while flying around on horses, tight buns and loose jackets as you chased after Bronn.

He already thought you beautiful, even when wearing tough leather and shaking dust from your hair. But wrapped in silks and diamonds you looked dangerously divine, like the gods themselves had blessed you.

You fit right in, Tyrion thought as you approached the King. You could easily be a member of royalty, a high lady, a queen. And when your eyes glided over to meet his, the way you shifted, the Prince had to raise his fist and bite into it for fear he would say something crass.

You stopped in front of the Iron Throne, bowing your head. "My grace, I thank you for your kindness in allowing me to return to your castle."

The child grinned, staring unashamedly at your body. "Of course, a creature as gorgeous as you is welcome to come and go as much as she pleases. Have a good time with daddy, did you?"

You nodded, keeping your face neutral. "Yes your grace. My father sends his love and support for your rule on the iron throne."

Joffrey preened. "Good. You may be dismissed."

"Thank you your grace." You bowed your head once more, and as you turned to leave you paused to face Tyrion. His gaze was still glued to you.

"My lord," you said softly, bowing deeply before rising and looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Murmurs broke throughout the room, the people shocked that anyone dare acknowledge the dwarf in the presence of the king, but before anyone object you picked up your skirts and glided out of the throne room. As the doors closed and you made your way to your old chambers you could hear nothing but the beating of your own heart. Tyrion had been staring at you with such fervor, such awe....it made your skin prickle.

You reached your chambers and with shaky hands let yourself in. However when you attempted to close the door behind you it stuck, and someone forced their way in before slamming it behind them.

You teetered on your heels, falling back onto your bed with an oof. Eyes wide and blinking in surprise, you stared at Lord Tyrion as he now stood in your chambers. It was utterly silent as he walked over to the bed where you sat still as a statue. He stopped just in front of you, only a breaths width away.

"You bow to me, in front of the king and his people, in that dress and then expect to vanish." He paused for long enough to take a shuddering breath. "Had I no self control I would have taken you right there the moment you rose," he finally whispered.

Your lips parted, eyes measuring his expression before meeting his gaze.

"And how’s your self control now....my lord?"

•

Tyrion chuckled to himself at the memory. That was a long night, and the official beginning of this angelic new life.

"Humoring yourself, my love?"

Speaking of angels...the lord turned to watch as you approached him. For his entire life before you, he was fighting. Fighting for his place in the world, fighting to be inspired. For what was life without inspiration, without reason, without drive? He used to like liquor to get him inspired, but you were his new supplier.

Tyrion held out his hand and you wordlessly took it as you joined him in overlooking the gardens.

"Just reminiscing on the times we're shared, my dear. I was trying to decide when exactly I began falling in love with you, but for the life of me I can not seem to narrow it down."

You smiled sweetly. "I know the exact moment I began falling in love with you."

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue.

Instead you shook your head. "That's for me to cherish, and for you to ponder."

The lord tsked. "I'll get you to tell me, mark my words."

You cheeks warmed as you gazed at him. "I'm sure you will....eventually."

Tyrion chuckled before he raised your hand in his, kissing your knuckles softly.

"I'm in no rush, my dear. After all-we have forever."

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itsscromp · 3 months

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Happy birthday !!!

Birthday present to the one and only @callofdudes who for the past year has made my day every single time, every idea that comes out of your head is pure gold. Much love bestie, Happy birthday !!! Word count:1.9 K

With your birthday coming up fast, Johnny was stuck to decide what to do for a present.

"Come on MacTavish think" He struggled to figure out, He couldn't get you the same present as last time. What would his best friend want then ??

A ding popped on his phone, reminding him that in a couple of days, he'd be heading back home to Scotland for leave... wait yes yes !! that's it !!!. He would bring you along with him to Scotland and introduce you to his family and you would all have an amazing party !!!

So with this now in mind, he booked your ticket and printed it out. Now it was off to find you. You were busy with your paperwork when Johnny came zooming by and knocking on your day frantically like the gremlin he is.

"Y/N Y/N Y/N !!!"

"Ok ok I'm coming Johnny" You chuckled as you opened the door, he was starting to shake with excitement.

"What's gotten you so happy ??" If he had a tail right now it would be wagging so hard.

"Your coming to Scotland with me" He smiled as he handed you your ticket.

You stared at it for a little while. "Are you sure Johnny, I wouldn't want to intrude..."

"Nonsense ya dafty" (fool) "Come on, it'll be an awesome birthday present for you, think of it that way" He smiled.

You looked at the ticket, He was right, You had never been to Scotland before, So maybe it'll be a fun time. "Thank you Johnny" You smiled and hugged him tightly. To which he returned the hug. "I promise y/n your going to have the best damned time of your life"

Soon, the day arrived and Johnny was already dressed and ready to go, To be fact, He never changed into his pyjamas last night, he stayed in the clothes he would wear the morning out of excitement. Rushing to your door and once again, knocking frantically. "Come on, get up, we got a plane to catch" He smiled behind the door.

You were just starting to slowly wake up and get ready. "Johnny we got almost 6 hours before the flight, easy there" You giggled as you then finished getting dressed.

Price dropped you both off at the airport a couple hours later. "Have a good time you two, stay safe" He joked to you two.

"Thanks price" You smiled and waved goodbye to him as you both soon checked in and waited for your flight.

"Oh man, My Ma and Pa are gonna love meeting you" He said to you as you waited at the terminal. "My sisters too"

"I didn't know you had sisters"

"Yeah, two. I was the third and the youngest."

"So how much of me have you told to your family"

"A fair bit"

One of the traditions Johnny does is once a week he would ring his family and check in with them, Johnny went on and on talking about you to his family. How awesome, how badass, just how amazing you were. He could literally talk about you all day and never get bored. Basically, you were a Mactavish now.

The plane began boarding and soon you were off to Glasgow. Landing about a couple hours later, you collected your bags and rented your car. "I booked us an Air BnB to stay just for the night, my parents have an inflatable bed for you when you get there" He smiled as you two walked to the car.

Watching Glasgow pass through your eyes as the car drove on the streets, His parents lived in the smaller villages further out. But it was home to Johnny. Once arriving at the AirBnB, you both crashed for a much-needed nap... yeah... we're ordering delivery. You felt a slight shift in the bed as you woke up from your nap, finding Johnny wrapping his arms around you... He needed his bestie post-flight cuddles. Smiling, you wrapped your arms around him. It was moments like these you cherished with Johnny, Moments with your best friend, your rock. Forgetting all the hardships out in the world, knowing that you were safe and sound with him.

The next day finally rocked around and Johnny couldn't be even more excited than yesterday, even on the car ride to his parents you found his knee bouncing.

"Your excited to see them huh ??"

"Yeah, first time I've seen them in... steamin' Jesus almost 4 years." This only made him even more excited to see them.

"I'm kinda excited to meet them too, They sound like good people"

Soon you both finally arrived at the Mactavish residence, a brick-layered building, almost 80's like... Johnny bursted from the car and knocked frantically on the door, waiting for anyone to open the door so he could squeeze the living daylight's out of them.

And the first person to open the door would be... Mama Mactavish who's eyes went wide seeing her son for the first time in a long time. "JOHNATHON !!!" She shrieked as she lunged at her boy.

"Mama !!" He hugged her so tightly, both crying from pure happiness.

"Oh look at you, You've grown so much !!" She smiled, gently cupping his cheeks. He smiled for a bit and turned to you. "Mama, This is y/n, the one who I've been talking about"

"It's nice to meet you Mrs Mactavish" You said as you walked up to the door, both yours and Johnny's bags in each hand.

"Oh it's so nice to finally meet you y/n, John has told us so so much about you. I'm so happy you kept him company" She smiled. Inviting you both inside, You looked over and found the photo wall, One stood out immediately as you set your eyes on it.

"I always knew you were a leash kid" You snickered.

The photo was of a young Johnny, who was wearing one of those leash backpacks to stop him from running off so far. "Oh he was a little rascal and still is" She giggled as she ruffled his mohawk.

"Maaaaa" Johnny groaned as he fixed his mohawk.

"Now y/n, John told me that you're not usually too fond of spicy food, so I made a separate dish for you if that's ok ??" She smiled to you.

"Oh... thank you, you didn't have to do..."

"Ahh nonsense. Your our guest, your important as much as john is" She reassured you.

"Where's Pa ??" Johnny looked around for his dad, who was nowhere in sight.

"He's out with your sisters, They'll all be back shortly. So come sit, and tell me about all your adventures" She smiled as she made you coffee.

You told her about the missions that you've been on, like Las Almas. Obviously leaving out most of the details. Not to mention the mischief you two would get up too on base. "He hasn't changed one bit hasn't he ??" His mother giggled after your latest story of him.

"Nah, Besides i wouldn't want him to change" You wrapped and arm around him.

"Me neither gul (bud)" Johnny ruffled your head.

Soon they heard slight bickering as the door opened revealing Johnny's sisters. Who rushed in and hugged him tightly.

"Oh my god when did you get in ??" One of them said.

"About an hour ago" He smiled.

"And you still look like the same doofus you are" His other sister teased.

"Ahh ma boy !!!" His dad came in and pulled him into a bear hug. Now you know where Johnny got his physique from. His dad was built like a wrestler. "Good to see you too dad." He smiled.

One of his sisters laid her eyes on you. "Oh, sorry, didn't see you there. Y/n right ??" She smiled and greeted you.

"Yeah that's me" You smiled as you stood up to shake their hands. His dad was the last. "Oh wow, strong grip" You complemented.

"It's the training for the highland games" He stated proudly.

"You participate ??"

"Every year, I'm sure you would like to try it out some day too huh lad ??"

"Don't you have to like toss a tree ??"

"It looks heavier than it seems" He chuckled.

"I remember when we were kids, we used to do out own highland games before we even allowed to participate." Johnny smiled as he spoke up.

"Oh yeah, I remember that" One of his sisters nodded.

"You should've seen it y/n, It was the best, we had our own weight toss, our own stone throw, even we did wrestling too"

"Too which he stole my win" His other sister playfully scolded him.

"I won that victory fair and square"

"That's because you farted in my face" The story making you laugh.

"Not my fault ma gave me pea and ham soup for lunch" He snickered.

The next few days were nothing but amazing, the Mactavish's treated you like one of their own, Mama Mactavish making sure you were well fed and comfortable, His sisters treating you like how they would treat Johnny lovingly and his dad even helped train you for your future participation for the highland games.

"You're doing very well y/n, you'd make a great Scottish warrior" he chuckled and gently pinched your bicep.

"Thanks Mr MacTavish" You smiled and flexed your bicep, to which he did as well, both laughing.

Your birthday finally arrived and the Mactavish's planned a surprise party, So Johnny took you out and explored his hometown for a couple of hours as his family set up.

"Over their, that was the field i used to play soccer on with my team"

"What position were you in ??"

"The goalie"

"Why the goalie ??"

"The coach saw how resilient I was after getting knocked down" He smiled as the memories came back.

"So how are you liking Scotland ??" He turned to you with a bright smile on his face.

You stood there as you started to smile brightly. "Johnny, this has... been the best leave that I have ever had, Your family is fucking awesome"

He gave you bright puppy eyes and hugged you tightly, squeezing the living bejeezus out of you to which you returned it happy.

"Happy birthday y/n... I love you so much caraid" (Buddy)

You didn't say anything, but you responded by squeezing him tighter. Soon he brought you back to the house, to which you found dark and empty.

"Hello ??" Johnny feigned worry as he then flicked the lights on.

"SURPRISE !!" They shouted and popped party poppers, showering you with confetti.

"You guys" You giggled as you dusted off the confetti, Mama Mactavish showering you with kisses on your cheeks. His sisters ruffling your hair as you made your way to the kitchen, Celebrating with cake and a few party games like twister.

"John, right foot yellow" his dad said, you, johnny and his sisters were now literally in a knot.

"Got it" He carefully placed his foot down... after some attempts.

"John your ass in my face !!" His sister called out.

Johnny looked at you and smirked, mouthing "Watch this" Soon he farted on his sister's face, She soon tried to escape, making you all tumble out of the twisted knots. You ended up laughing and playfully punching johnny.

The best birthday ever with your best friend. You couldn't have asked for anything else.

A/n: Happy birthday el, I hope you enjoyed this story, love ya bestie :D

#platonic #reader insert #call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty imagine #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap imagine #john mactavish x reader

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A Promise Kept

A Tech x reader one shot where everything is fine! We're all fine!

WC: 5.2k

CW: Canon typical violence, descriptions of injuries, drug usage, blissful ignorance of physics and canon deviation. Angst, hurt comfort, fluff, all the good stuff

Summary: What am I if not a clone lover. A fix-it fic made for my irl bestie @scoobydoobydaisy, consider this your late birthday present. Thinking of all my fellow Tech girls who want to live in the world where he’s ok. Welcome! You’ve made it! This is my first time writing for tbb and for Tech, so I’m still working out the kinks, but I’m happy with it. Also if anyone tries to say anything about the survivability of that fall I’m ignoring it let me live in delusion.

(also i live in the reality where this fanart by papanowo is how Tech’s hair looks always because I swear to god I saw this and it changed my life.)

((also I prommy I'm working on the new chapter of BCS, I accidentally got inspired to write chapter 14 so I did that instead oopsie, but if it's any consolation, we've got like 9 more chapters at least of that to go!))

The quiet was what consumed you at first, the lack of chatter and softer clinking of glasses. Then it was the smells, in a broad sense the defining scent of Mantell Mix but, in a more intimate way it was the smell of the grease after he would repair the Marauder, or the fresh, clean scent of his skin in the rare moments you would lean past him when collecting the Batch’s glassware at the bar. No, when the Batch left Cid’s it was him being gone that consumed you, that Tech, your Tech in every way but reality, had left with his team in pursuit of something better and left you behind. You wondered often if they thought of you, if he thought of you, if he regretted leaving you here to clean up their mess. I would never leave him, you thought to yourself in those weeks, sweeping up glass or dealing with one of Cid’s moods. You couldn’t really blame them, you’d been at this bar long before the Batch showed up, and evidently you’d be here long after.

It’s why you’re surprised by a ping on your personal comm, tucked dutifully in the pocket of your apron, while you’re serving a drink to a tired looking Togruta. The bar isn’t packed, it never is, and you pat the pocket of your apron before looking at Cid, “I’m going to smoke, I’ll be back.”

The Trandoshan waved you off immediately, knowing full well about your recent cigarra habit, something you had attributed to the stress of the last few weeks. You slipped out the back entrance, standing in the dimly lit back alley behind the bar, leaning closer to your comm and also fumbling with the carton of cigarras, searching equally hard for your lighter. The familiar sound of the light coaxed your caller out of his silence, breaking the quiet with a long sigh.

“I thought I had adequately warned you about the dangers and symptoms of smoking.” Tech murmurs through the line, and if you squint in your mind you can practically see the disappointment on his face.

“I thought I told you not to go too far.”

“Ah. Yes. To be fair, I had assumed we were speaking in metaphor.”

You flick the ash off the end before bringing it back to your mouth to breathe. “I waited for you, you know.”

“You didn’t have to-”

“No, I know I didn’t. I wanted to. I wanted to believe you wouldn’t leave me without saying goodbye.”

“At the time I didn’t know it was goodbye, otherwise I would’ve left so few things unsaid.” There’s a clatter in the background of his message that makes your heart jump. The sound of things being loaded onto a ship, a ramp being raised. Hunter’s voice yelling, mild panic.

“You’re going somewhere?”

He takes a beat to answer, you can hear Wrecker get Omega settled and the sound of movement. He’s walking, you gather, from the way the sound rustles through the comm. Suddenly it’s clearer, and you only hear his voice and the distant sound of waves crashing. “I am.”

“So that's why you called? To not leave things unsaid?”

“I think, if I have deciphered you correctly, you would like it here. You’d fit in, I think”

“So you think you know me now?”

“I think you and I both know that I do. Just as well as you know me.” There’s that beat again, though this one rings of uncertainty. “Unless I misinterpreted something.”

“You haven’t” your words rush out in a whisper, cigarra nearly finished. “Misinterpreted I mean. You never have.”

“I- I have some things, I want you to know-” Then it's Wrecker, you can tell by the wait of the step over the comm, and he’s calling for Tech and the engines of the Marauder are firing. “We were going to come back for you. I was going to come back for you. That has always been my plan.”

“Tech, why does this sound like goodbye?”

“I was always going to come back for you.”

The line ends with a definitive click, and a moment later the last ash is on the sidewalk and your break is over. You tuck the com and the pack back into your apron, swipe at a few stray tears you hadn’t realized had slipped down your cheek, then head back into the bar, the only remnant of your confession the butt of a cigarra melting in a puddle out back.

* * *

“They’re coming back.” Cid practically spits as she walks by you while you clean glasses. “They walk out on me and now this? They just want to come back? I don’t think so.”

There’s a pit in your stomach now, a feeling of guilt and panic. Cid knows you were close with the team, but does she know how close? Are they actually coming back, and putting themselves in danger over you? “Did they say why?”

“No. It was bandana who called. Sounded down. Someone’s gotta be hurt, no reason they’d be coming back otherwise.”

The pit grows, and you instinctively feel for where your comm is. You hadn’t missed a call, you’re sure of it. Your mind spins with the possibilities. Why was Tech not the one to call? You set the glass down as carefully as you can manage and turn to face Cid. “What are you going to do?”

She looks at the ground before rubbing the back of her neck. “Look, kid, we’ve been in a tight spot these past few months with them being here. You know this, I know this.” She moves to grab your hand, “You don’t do all that well with the empire, I know. Maybe just, go home now. Before it gets worse here, ok?”

Your eyes widen with the implication of her words and you nod before turning to walk out the door, grabbing your bag from the shelf by the bar and careful to be out of the door frame before making a sprint towards the docking bay, hoping to get to them before they land. You’re calling Tech and you’re met with nothing but static, at least reassuring you that that is why he hasn’t called to alert you. “Tech, Tech if you can hear me, it’s a trap, don’t come to Cid’s, I’m going to go to the Marauder. I’m going to see you soon, ok?”

Wrecker is the first to disembark, and he nearly runs you over at the speed he walks off the ship. “Wreck, hey, it's me, you can’t go to Cid’s.” You sputter out as fast as possible before he looks down at you, eyes wide and crazed.

Hunter hears you and bolts out, walking towards you as Wrecker backs away slowly, shaking his head. “I can’t. Hunter I can’t you have to tell her.”

You look at the tattooed clone blinking wildly, “You, you’re not listening to me. You can’t go to Cid’s something is wrong.”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Clearly we need to talk Hunter because I still haven’t forgiven you all for abandoning me here, but you have to listen to me, you can’t go-”

“It’s Tech.”

The words have their desired effect of turning everything in your mind into stone as you register Echo quietly shifting to do repairs on the outside of the Marauder and Omega’s tear streaked fast as she all but flies past you to catch up with Wrecker. “What do you mean?”

“He- he’s gone, he,” he runs a hand through his hair before bringing it to the bridge of his nose and shaking his head, “Kriffing Tech said he had it figured out, and he sacrificed himself for us, for the squad.” He looks back at Echo, whose shoulders are tight as he works on Tech’s ship. “He wanted to make sure you were cared for, I know you’ve got a ship and I could’ve sent coordinates but Wrecker insisted we land. And I thought I should tell you in person.” He puts an arm on your shoulder and guides you towards the bay he knows your ship is in, away from Echo and through the winding corridors of the docks.

You’re moving, but you really aren’t. You’re numb to it all, the situation, the words. The reality of this hasn’t even begun to set in yet. Hunter knows, he always knows, and remains quiet until you get to your ship, a small but fast freighter from your days as a runner off of Corellia. “Why did you let him?”

“He made his choice, and we have to use it to secure our future.”

“Did you… did you find him? Can I say goodbye?”

Hunter runs a hand through his hair, “we didn’t exactly have time to go back for him.”

“So you left him?” You don’t hide the anger, the bitterness in your voice that rises like bile as you look to glare at your friend. “He could be alive.”

“He fell hundreds of feet and was followed by a railcar. I figured I would spare you the image because I don’t know how I’m supposed to sleep now having seen it.” He sighs as you tense and your eyes go wide. “I’m sorry. We did everything we could.”

You nod, tears now actively spilling over as you blink and shake your head. “You have to tell me what system you were on.”

“I am not letting you do something stupid, do not make me disrespect his wish like that.”

“Hunter, I have to try.”

“There is nothing you can do.”

“Do not look at me and tell me there is nothing I can do until I am lying dead at your feet,” you nearly spit at him, tears now burning down your cheeks as he groans, “he promised me he would always come back for me, I am not going to deny him the same thing.”

He looks back at Echo working on the ship and chews on his lip, debating in his mind how many deaths he wants on his hands. “If I give you these coordinates, you need to promise to not engage with any of the imperials.”

“Unless they shoot me first.”

“Unless they shoot you first. You need to fly low, and make sure your cloaking is on at all times.” He takes the datapad out of your bag and punches in three sets of numbers. “The first is the system coordinates, the second is the crash site. You cannot stay there long, most of the imperials have probably fled after the attack-”

“Attack?”

“I’ll explain later,” he huffs. “The third is the rendezvous point. Whatever the outcome, meet us there, if you want. He’s right, we shouldn’t have left you. You’re a part of this squad.” He grabs your shoulder and gives it a squeeze before walking towards the direction of Echo. “I get why he loves you, you’re both so stubborn.”

You leave in a hurry, running onto your ship with just your bag and punching in the coordinates. You leave in such a hurry, in fact, that you don’t think until it’s too late that you’ve neglected to remind Hunter of the reason you ran to them in the first place.

* * *

It’s this supposed love that has you speaking into your comm while you travel through hyperspace. You’re greeted by nothing other than static, but you talk. You tell him stories, you tell him about your day. You talk about the regulars at Cid’s, about the first time you smoked. You tell him about your parents, about your home planet, how you got to Corellia. “I want you to know everything about me the way that you know everything about everything. And I think I was afraid to tell you everything because not everything is good. But I think that’s ok. And I promise, when I find you, I’ll give you everything, all of me. The good and the bad,” you sniff, “even if I smell like fumes and my lungs give out because I have a bad habit” you laugh into the comm. “I have more to say, but I think I’d rather tell you when I get there.”

Eriadu is bitterly cold and dotted with peaks of mountains stretching up and above the cloud line. Getting past the security team isn’t difficult, you can tell they’re scrambling to recover from the attack and both expecting support and medic ships, so it doesn’t take much to convince them that you’re a dispatched supplies shuttle. You fly low enough to stay out of their radar, and scour the mountain tops and trees for signs of the wreckage as you get closer to the coordinates Hunter provided. There’s a spot between the trees for you to tuck your ship, and you grab the warmest jacket you have onboard, your blaster, and your vibroblade before setting out on foot.

The air feels still, but when you pause you can hear the sounds of troopers in the distance and shuttles overheard. Nothing entirely threatening, but a bitter reminder of why you’re here in the first place. You’ve taken to talking to Tech again, hoping to hear the buzz of your voice back as you walk through this forest in the vague destination of his demise. “I’ve stopped crying,” you murmur into your comm, twigs crunching between your boots, grateful to past you for opting out of the heeled shoes you normally wear on a busy night at the bar. “I just have decided to believe that you’re here, and I’m going to find you. And I figured you’d say something about the waste of water and the threat of dehydration.” You push past the brush and step over some rocks as you begin to hit a more rocky terrain. “It’s really cold here, you know. I don’t really like the cold. Or rocks. You’re lucky I enjoy your company-”

“Freeze!” The sound of a modulated voice stops you in your tracks, and you turn slowly with your hands in the air, facing a singular trooper with his blaster aimed at your torso. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” He uses his blaster to gesture to the comm in your hand, “Who are you talking to?”

“I’m sorry, I’m lost, our ship wrecked and I’ve been wandering these woods since yesterday, I’m trying to find my husband.” You shake your hand, trying to indicate the comm. The body language of the trooper shifts, you can tell he’s trying to decide if he’s going to believe you, so you bring the tears you’ve been fighting back up. “Please, please I need help, we have a daughter, she’s off-world with her uncle. We need to get home to her, please I can’t find my husband.”

He shifts again, and moves to lower his blaster and walks towards you, “Okay, ma’am, I don’t know how you crashed here, but this is imperial property, and it’s highly classified, I’ll need to take you in for questioning.” He steps close to you now, too close, and he underestimates you.

You sigh in mock appreciation while you pull the vibroblade off your hip, pushing it into the exposed portion between the chestplate and pauldron of his shoulder. He yelps and drops the blaster, and you pull your own out from the holster, holding it up to his head. “I’m very appreciative for your help. Now, let’s not make any sudden movements, shall we?” The trooper musters a pained nod as you back away, picking up the dropped blaster and tucking it on your belt. “I need info on a crash site, and I need you to tell me where it is.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you’re the one that crashed here.”

You’re being cruel now and you hate it, but your feelings for Tech outweigh any feeling of pity you have for this trooper as you push the blade further into his arm. This makes you feel gross, there’s a sick feeling in your stomach as you revert back to your old way of being, before the bar, before the squad. “I think you do know, and I can promise you, keeping me from my family is going to hurt you more than the empire can.”

“There’s a site, half a klick away, railcar crash.”

You push the blade in one final time and through gritted teeth ask him, “What. Direction.”

The trooper answers with the direction, and you smile before taking the back of your blaster and tapping him on the side of the head. After a pulse check to be sure you haven’t killed the now slumped man you soldier on, emboldened by the confirmation of the site, eager to get to Tech as soon as possible.

The crash site is genuinely nauseating. The remains of the railcar are smashed and split at the base of the mountain, laying against a tall cedar tree. There’s wires coming out in all directions sending blue sparks out into the orange sky, and the air has the taste of oil and metal, whether it's from the bent and ugly pieces on the ground or the blood that lingers you aren’t sure. The ground around the site is pushed up and bulging from the impact, and there’s small crates from rocks being dislodged and shot as the car hit the ground. It’s ugly, the crash has left no survivors from the car that went down, and you’re not sure you have the gut to wander in further. You lean against a tree nearby and notice the black tether cord jutting out of the bottom of the car. Your heart sinks and you think you’d pass out if you hadn’t been leaning against something sturdy. “Oh, oh Tech.” You whisper, slinking to the ground and letting yourself cry, really cry, for the first time today. You bring your knees up to your chest and drop your head down, tears stinging your cheeks as the cold burns them into your skin. You have to start moving, you aren’t really dressed for this, and as the sky turns magenta you know it isn’t long before it turns to night, not to mention that you know there are troopers nearby.

You lift your head up, deciding you’re going to go walk back in a moment, and you rest the base of your head back on the tree and your eyes drift shut. “Hey Tech, it’s me again.” You whisper into the comm, still crying as you go on, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I failed you. I just had to try. I have so much I want to say to you, there’s so much-” your ears suddenly focus on something not too far from you. It’s the echo of your voice, reverberating off the nearby trees that has your heart pounding. “Hello? Hello!” you call, hearing the sound of your voice grow louder when suddenly, under the base of a tree, you hear it. It’s faint, but strong, and it’s your name being carried over the wind and down to you, spoken as soft as a prayer. When you look up you can see him, tangled in a mess of grapple line and tarp, armor dented and cracked, goggles missing. It’s your Tech, leaning against the trunk of this tree in a mess of his own creation, battered and bloody but breathing. “Tech!” You climb up to him as best you can, you aren’t an excellent climber by any means but the branches are sturdy and well placed, and suddenly you’ve reached him and he’s real. Your hands are everywhere, gentle and prodding, untangling him from the grapple line and running soothing strokes along the side of his face as he looks at you like you’ve got ten heads. He’s cold, he looks like he’s in pain, and you can tell by the grimace on his face when you brush his torso he’s got cracked ribs.

“Given my blood loss and my pain, this logically must be a hallucination.”

“No no no,” you’re soothing yourself now too, trying not to be hysterical as you untangle him and think of ways to get him down from the tree. “No, Tech I’m here, I’m here.”

“I, I don’t understand.”

“Tech,” you pause, placing a hand on his chest and looking into his eyes. He really is a mess, bloody and tired and his hair is flying in every which way. You’re laughing now, out of hysteria, out of irony, as you finally discard the tarp and shuffle the grapple line away from his body. “Do you remember how we met?”

“Of course,” he strains at the movement of you pulling him off of the trunk, “You were in the process of being mugged if I remember correctly?”

“I was negotiating the return of my wallet”

“And we found you on our walk through Ord Mantell. And then you took us to Cid’s.”

“Do you remember how I looked?”

He looks at you know confused, before slowly reaching up to feel his hair, the dried blood and the cuts still dripping, and despite it all, he cracks a smile. “Don’t tell me I look worse than that.”

You bite your cheek at the joke, happy he’s alive enough to even be making a joke, “Despite it all, I think you’ll live.”

Getting Tech down from the tree is awkward and clunky. He’s hurt, bad, and you’re worried with the movement he’s going to hurt himself beyond repair. You’ve got a solid medkit on your ship, and you just have to get him there. He’s fashioned himself a crutch out of a discarded branch and is using you to hold the majority of his weight, yet the walk still takes over double the time to get back to the ship. He regales you with the tale of his survival, though you admit that around the point he begins discussing “inertia” and the forces of gravity and the quick thinking of his pack, you’re more focused on him than what he’s saying. You get him back onto your ship quietly, careful to avoid the few troopers you see on the ground in order to avoid a firefight. Your ship is small, but it was designed to carry you and cargo, so you lead him to the small bed chamber off the cockpit. You press the button to open the door and lead him to your bed, tucked in the corner near a storage cubby, a mirror, and a small viewport. “Stay here.” You command as you lay him down in the bed, heading towards the cockpit to punch in the rendezvous coordinates.

“I don’t believe I have much of a choice.”

* * *

“Hold still.”

“I would much prefer just the patches, thank you.”

“And I would much prefer you alive, thanks.” You huff as you inject Tech with one of the loose bacta shots you have in your kit. He grimaces, and you continue working on removing the shattered pieces of his armor and tossing them haphazardly on the floor.

“Why do you even have that, are they not illegal?”

“Lots of good things are illegal,” you mumble out as you rip gauze to lay over the bacta patches you’ve started to apply to his wounds. “Besides, of the two of us, who’s the one wanted by the empire right now?” You go to life up his shirt and squeeze your eyes shut at the dried, bloody mess around his ribs.

He grimaces in response. “Fair point.”

You work in silence, his voice becoming more tired the more he’s spoken to you, and you don’t want to push him at risk of hurting him more. You’re applying the patches higher and higher before you sigh, breaking the silence. “Tech, I’m going to need to cut this undershirt off. I need to access your chest, and I don’t want you moving your arms more than you have to. He nods as you work on the rest of his body, whispering to both yourself and him, “Oh Tech.”

He won’t meet your eyes, but in the darkened room he looks at the ceiling, “When you first arrived, I thought I was dead.”

“You have that little faith in my rescuing abilities.”

“I assumed you were an angel.” There’s a silence that fills the room, and you can practically feel the tension as it rolls off of him.

“I knew you were alive, I did.”

“Oh? Explain your logic.”

“I just think I would know if something happened to you.” You say, the end of the sentence trailing off into quiet as you continue to work, stepping back to begin working on his chest.

“I assume my clothing options are limited then,” his eyes land on the pile of clothes in the supply cubby behind you, thrown haphazardly as you searched for any jacket.

“I’ve got something for you, actually,” you murmur as you cut the shirt off, peeling the scraps of fabric off his body and exposing his torso, tanned and marred, you suck in a breath as you see the reality of it.

He notices and grabs your hand. “If it soothes you, I did hit a very sturdy tree at a very swift impact, but clone armor is resilient. If I had done a proper examination, I would guess I’ve only cracked four ribs on my right side, where I made the most direct impact with the tree.”

“Oh good,” you snort, “only four.”

“I am… very fortunate I have a medic who is capable of helping me.” He looks at you earnestly, like he’s trying to decide what to say, and in reality, so are you. Hunter’s words are still ringing around in your skull, bouncing off your brain and worming themselves comfortably around your heart.

“Oh yeah, full service, you should see the trooper I took out.”

“I’m sorry?” He starts, and you bring a hand to his lips, shushing him quietly as you ease him back down to your bed. You stand up and walk towards the cubby, grabbing a similar black shirt to the one laying in scraps at your feet.

“Will this work?”

He squints at it, as if trying to place why it looks so familiar, when it clicks. “Is that… the undershirt I leant you when you stayed with Omega on our run to Tatooine?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you have it here?”

You don’t know what to say, and the way he’s looking at you, brown eyes boring into your soul with equal parts skepticism and hope, you decide the truth is best. “Because, sometimes, when you were gone, it was nice to sleep in. And sometimes I took myself flying because I didn’t like being in Ord Mantell alone, and so I would pack a change of clothes.”

“But you were never alone on Ord Mantell.”

You fold the shirt and place it on the edge of your bed, the confession you were so emboldened by suddenly feeling so small. As you make to walk towards the cockpit you shrug, “It felt like I was when you left.”

His grip is surprisingly strong (a perk of the illegal extra dose of bacta you assume) as he grabs your wrist, keeping you tethered to his side. He looks radiant like this somehow, patched up in your bed, hair mussed up on your pillow, shirt long discarded. He looks like your wildest dream. “Please. Stay. I have not been honest with you.”

You sit down at the edge of the bed, hand landing on his shin. There’s enough room here that you could recline and lay with him, albeit squished, but not much. Instead, you back up and scoot so your back is flush to the wall of the ship and you’re sitting to his side, your body angled towards him.

“I, I haven’t really had a situation like that. One where I could not think of a suitable solution that had a high probability of success and survival. When I decided to remove myself from the equation so that the rest of the squad could survive, I found myself thinking of one thing.”

“Oh?” you question, your hand pausing in its small rotation of absentminded circles along his leg.

“I could not stop thinking about how much regret I had in not confessing my emotions to you, not allowing you the ability to decipher what you felt about them.”

It’s like the air is knocked out of you then, as he pushes himself up on his forearms to be closer to you and you shift towards him, backing off the wall and sitting closer to his hips now. “Tech I-”

“Please,” he starts, “I am not very good at understanding emotion. I have tried and tried and I haven’t ever felt adequate in it. I had assumed for many months now that you were simply being kind to me, that you felt nothing, and perhaps that is still right, but after Safa Toma, I began to think that you did feel something, something aside from friendship.”

Tears threaten to spill over your eyes as you beam at him, laughing quietly to yourself as you nod, both a quiet reassurance and indicator for him to go on.

“I heard your messages, all of them. I wish to know you, all of you, as much as you chose to let me. If you would have me that is. It is very common for people to say things they don’t mean when under duress, and I would not hold it against you-”

You cut him off the only way your brain will let you as you lean closer to him, pulling his face up to yours and meeting him for a kiss. It’s everything you need from him, from this, soft and gentle and reassuring and comforting. He sighs against you for just a moment, as if reality is overwhelming him, and pulls you in deeper, shifting to the other side of your bed and allowing you to recline next to him on his left. He tastes metallic and medicinal but past all of the trauma and the medicine there’s still something (caf? chocolate?) that tastes like him, sweet and warm and him. He’s your Tech, he’s always been your Tech, and as you pull away you smile at him, running a finger along his cheek as he plants his hands firmly on the small of your back.

“You promised me you’d always come back for me, and I want to promise you the same.” He pulls you in closer at that, placing your head on his chest. “And for the record, I fell for you much earlier than Safa Toma, but seeing you win that race really helped.”

He chuckles a bit at that, keeping you tucked in under his arm and with your head on his heart, he starts to slowly drift to sleep. You focus on that, the drum of his heart, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and start to dream too, knowing that no dream can match reality. You will wake up in a world where Tech is still alive and he is still yours, and you already can’t wait to get there.

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bangtansocean · 9 months

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Roommate's Prohibited List: Six

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“So… how was your date?” Monica asks, sitting in your bed as you enjoy some instant ramen together.

“Not a date, but it was alright.” You nod, your heart accelerating at the memories of last Sunday.

It did, in fact, feel like a date. And it was more than alright.

For the past four days, everyone has asked you about Sunday.

Yeonjun and Kai were the first to ask when Soobin dropped you home, both of them sitting on the couch as they welcomed you in, too distracted by their game to look at you. You were quick to thank Soobin for bringing you home and replied to their question with a soft ‘it was fun’ before making your way back to your room.

You heard Yeonjun invite Soobin to stay and play videogames, stopping you on your tracks as they invited you as well. However, you kindly denied the invitation, as the guilt of not being able to be 100% honest about your day started sinking in.

You heard them ask Soobin about it too, and his reply was as vague as yours which made you feel somewhat giddy inside.

Then Tuesday night while making dinner, Beomgyu joined you in the kitchen to make himself a toast. You engaged in small talk as you both moved around the kitchen, making food before you heard Soobin’s voice approaching from Gyu’s room.

“What’s taking you so long?” He asks before appearing from the dark hall, turning to you with his messy hair and tired eyes. “Oh, y/n.”

You reply with a quiet ‘hi’ that is almost a whisper before turning back to Beomgyu, who's telling you about some drama that happened to him at the gym.

“Oh yeah, how was the Italian thing?” Beomgyu turns to both of you, Soobin now standing next to you as he makes himself a toast too.

You pretend to not hear him as you focus on finishing your dinner, glimpsing at Soobin who's zoned out, thinking about his answer.

“It was fun,” he finally replies, as he goes back to assembling his toast. “I made a fool out of myself, but everything else was great.” You notice there’s an unusual tone in his voice as he cuts his toast in half, taking his plate and walking back into the hall. “I’m starting the movie in 5 minutes, Gyu, if you miss it it's on you.” He speaks as he disappears from the hall into Beomgyu’s room without saying goodbye.

Your roommate rolls his eyes before placing all the ingredients in the fridge, wishing you a good night as he too disappears into his room, leaving you alone as you enjoy your dinner on the counter.

You are left with a million questions on your mind, overanalyzing Soobins attitude and behavior which seemed to be very off. He is usually very nice and sweet to you, but tonight it seemed like he didn’t enjoy your presence, almost like he didn’t even want to acknowledge you.

“Now come on, give me details!” Monica replies in a tantrum-like tone, your eyes rolling as you snap out of your thoughts and join her in bed.

You’ve been keeping the details to yourself, but if there is anyone in the world you trusted with your life, it's Monica.

A cheeky smile appears on your lips before scooching closer to her and whispering all the details of the date. A few giggles escape both of your lips as you go through everything, getting some awn’s and oh my god’s from Monica who listens attentively as she slurps on her ramen without breaking eye contact.

“Oh, bestie,” She whispers before gasping. “He likes you.” She chuckles as she covers her mouth in disbelief. “You are so fucked.”

You grunt frustrated, and throw yourself back into your bed. You pick up the closest pillow and cover your face to let out a muffled scream.

“I don’t know! I don’t know.” You whine, throwing the pillow to the corner of the room. “ That’s what I thought too, but then,” You sigh frustratedly as you tell her about the awkward encounter in the kitchen, “… and you know how he is.'' You remind her how unattainable the man is as you sit back up. “Plus, there’s the rules.”

“Come on!” Monica rolls her eyes before pushing your shoulder lightly. “If you have feelings for someone you should go for it, especially if he is showing signs too.” Monica places her empty ramen cup on the night table. “Fuck the rules! If they kick you out you can always stay at mine.” She shrugs, looking at you with questioning eyes.

You sigh again before running your hand through your hair. “I don't think that's the best idea.” You shake your head, “ I like living here.” You quickly turn down the temptation, thinking about it before letting out an annoyed moan. “But I want to, I want to sooo bad.” You throw your head back, fake crying. “Why does he have to be so fucking hot and cute!?”

"I-"

“Uh..am I interrupting something?” a third voice startles you, turning to the door with big eyes.

Your heart sinks when you notice Beomgyu standing by the door, looking at you both with a raised eyebrow.

“No no, don’t worry about it!” Monica replies pinching your leg discreetly as she clears her throat. “You’re looking good Gyu! You got a date?” Monica asks him as her eyes dance between you and him, a nervous giggle escaping her lips when she realises you are petrified.

How much of that did he listen to?!

“Nah, I wish.” He laughs. “I’m heading to Social Night at uni, you guys are not coming?” Gyu smiles faintly.

“Naaah, a friend told me she was going, but I rather not,” Monica replies. “Me and y/n have a lot to talk about.”

The mention of your name brings you back from your inner panic attack.

“About someone being too fucking hot and cute I assume?” Beomgyu leans on the wall as he crosses his arms on his chest, his eyes now glued to you. “Are you okay?” He giggles a bit, finding your attitude amusing.

Your heart stops as you stare at your friend with daggering eyes.

Lying is really not your forte, so you are not sure how to cover up what the tea is without looking more suspicious than what you already do.

“Just a guy I met from class.” You say, playing it off, hoping he doesn't ask more about the topic, which thankfully he doesn’t.

“Well, I would love to hear all about it, but Soobin is waiting for me. I just wanted to ask if you could take the trash out for me tonight?” He gives you puppy eyes as he uncrosses his hands and claps them together, begging. “I know it's my turn but I haven’t done the recycling stuff and I'm running late, I promise I’ll do it for you in the next two weeks, pleaasee.”

He pouts, hoping you will agree to taking his chores for tonight.

“Sure, don't worry. Monica will help.” You smile at him before turning to Monica, who is now staring at you with a disgusted frown.

“Okay, thanks! You guys are the best!” He gives you two thumbs up, waving before walking out of the room. “Have fun girls! See you later!” The door finally closes and you hear his steps distancing from your room, eventually hearing the main door open and close, meaning you finally got the home to yourselves.

“I'm not helping you separate your trash, what the fuck.” Monica speaks in an annoyed tone.

You roll your eyes at her again, “Yes you fucking are, you almost aired me out to Gyu!” You grab another pillow and hit her with it, making her gasp loudly as she takes the pillow from you and throws it to the corner of the room next to the other pillow you threw not long ago.

“That was all you!” She lifts her hands up, defending herself from your accusations.”Where is Yeonjun anyway?”

“He’s out with his family, it's his sister’s birthday or something, he’s spending the weekend there I believe.” You reply as you make your way to pick up your pillows and place them back on the bed.

“Oh, really.” She says, laying down on your bed.

“Yeap! So it's just you and me baby,” You wink at your friend who gives you another nasty look, “to the trash we go!”

You exchange looks before she ends up giving in, deciding to help you before you try to have her do something worse.

She grunts one more time before getting up, following you to the kitchen to begin Beomgyu’s chore.

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ

You enjoy small talk as you separate the trash, which thankfully, there isn’t much since the house has been relatively empty since the last trash day.

Once you finish the chore, you move back to your room and begin working on your class presentation that's due next week. Monica and you work fast on it, finishing it right before nighttime.

You are excited to spend the night alone with your best friend, but once you are done with the project, she tells you she won’t be able to stay over as planned as she remembered she has an early doctor's appointment tomorrow.

You pout and beg her to stay, but you fail. And you eventually give up as you know her doctor’s office is closer to her place than yours, and it wouldn’t be worth the hassle in the morning.

So you find yourself alone in the house, unsure of what to do with so much room and time.

Usually, you enjoy being alone, but you had plans to be in company tonight which makes you feel slightly upset at the feeling of an empty house.

You decide to take this alone time to enjoy the big TV in the living room, making some popcorn before taking your favorite corner on the couch and using one of the fluffy blankets Yeonjun bought to make yourself an extremely comfy burrito.

You decide to go for an action movie instead of a romance one in an attempt to distract your brain from the whole Soobin situation.

However, more than half way in, you realise it doesn’t work.

You sigh frustrated, pausing the movie and grabbing your phone to find a solution to your problem.

You’re downloading Tinder, and going on a date with the next cute guy you match with. You quickly create your profile and beginning your swipe adventures.

After a few minutes, you finally find a guy that calls your attention, but you hear the main door unlock, a drunk Beomgyu appearing from the shadows as he stumbles through the entrance and into the living room.

He flashes you a drunk smile, making you laugh at the dorky state he is in.

“Hey! y/n!” He stumbles to the coach, dropping himself next to you as he stares at the popcorn bowl between your legs. “God… can I have some of that?” His hand reaches for a fist of popcorn before you can even answer.

Beomgyu reeks of alcohol, and you watch him enjoy his popcorn in amusement. How much did this poor guy drink?

You feel bad for the hangover he’s going to have tomorrow, but you can’t help being entertained by drunk Gyu.

“Fuck, I'm so drunk,” He mumbles as he reaches for more popcorn, “When do you have class tomorrow?” “I don't.”

He snaps his fingers before pointing at you.”Great! We are gaming tomorrow!” He doesn’t even ask, but he lets you know he demands your company tomorrow. “I need some roomie time. I feel like we haven’t had time to really hang out.” He pouts, making your heart hurt at how cute he’s being.

“Of course, we’ll play tomorrow.” You nod, speaking softly at Beomgyu, who is now about to fall asleep on the couch. “Go to bed, you’re going to hurt your neck if you fall asleep here.”

He mumbles a reply but gives up mid way, sighing as he struggles to get off the couch and walk to his bedroom.

“Okay, goodnight y/n!” He disappears from your sight, a muffled mumbling you can’t decipher coming out of his mouth before he decides to scream the last part of his monologue. “Please don't wake me up. I will kill you!” He screams from his room, making you giggle as you salute towards his room.

“Yes sir!” You reply matching his tone, shaking your head in disbelief as you direct your attention back to your phone, scrolling down the guy’s profile before finally deciding to swipe right.

You stare at the phone satisfied to see it’s a match, typing a quick hello before locking your phone and playing the movie again.

You realize it’s already very late and he’s probably asleep, so you decide to finish your movie and check back tomorrow to see if he answered.

Your stomach rumbles again when the credits start to roll.

You want ramen.

However, you are not sure if you should make more at this hour, taking into consideration you already had one today, but you can’t help your cravings.

You are on your period and your cravings always get the best of you during that time of the month. And hate being on your period! You feel needy, sad, and all over the place.

But after mentally debating with yourself, you decide you deserve a good cup of ramen.

You turn the TV off and make your way to the kitchen, quickly gathering all the ingredients for your ramen.

You quietly begin to cut some green onions, and place an egg to boil when you hear the main door unlocking for the second time tonight.

Wait.

no one else was supposed to come home tonight.

The keys are loud and the steps are messy, a faint mumble coming from the shadow standing by the door as it struggles to take its shoes off.

You stare quietly with the knife in your hand, mentally preparing to attack when the figure finally turns around.

“Jesus fuck, Soobin! What the hell are you doing here?” You whisper in a scolding manner as you put the knife down on the counter and make your way towards him as he rests against the door and takes a big exhale with his eyes closed.

He reeks of alcohol and cologne.

“Oh, it smells so good in here,” He turns to meet you face to face, a drunk smile appearing on his face at the sight of you. “Oh? y/n!”

“Shh!” You place one finger over your mouth, which he mimics as he hunches closer to you and begins to scan the room with big eyes.

“Why are we whispering?” He replies in confusion when he sees there’s no danger in the room.

“Gyu is sleeping,” You explain, to which he nods in understanding. “…why are you cooking then?”

Your face turns serious when he looks at you perplexed.

“I’m hungry.” You roll your eyes and walk back to the kitchen. “Why are you here anyway?”

“Home’s far. me? too drunk.” He walks behind you as he explains why he ended up coming to your place instead of his.

You continue to work on your ramen as he stares at you in silence, swaying in place as his eyes stay glued to the pot of ramen.

You turn to check on him every now and then to make sure he doesn’t fall or something, but he remains standing and watching you cook in silence.

You let out a quiet chuckle before you begin to peel the egg, the faint light of the kitchen over you disappearing when you feel Soobin behind you, his shadow reflecting on the counter as he places his hands on your waist.

The memory of the pizza class flashes through your mind as he caresses your skin over the clothes.

“Did you know…” He whispers in your ear, “That green onions are just regular onions that are not fully grown? Like an immature onion.” He laughs like a dork and you can’t help but to quietly laugh with him.

You slowly turn to look at him with a what the fuck look on your face, both of you laughing as quiet as you can.

“God, I'm hungry.” He whispers, letting go of your waist to rub his tummy like a pregnant woman.

You are endeared by his drunk antics, staring at pregnant Soobin with flutters in your heart as you turn the stove off. “We can share it if you want.” You offer him with a smile.

His face lights up as he nods repeatedly, making you laugh. “Okay, go sit. I’ll bring it to you.”

You place your hand on his chest to push him away gently so you can get the plates, but his hand lands on yours, making you look up into his eyes that are staring back at you fondly.

He stays in silence as he looks at you with a smile on his face, his eyes stealing a glance of your lips before making eye contact again. “Can I help you with anything?” He asks in a low tone, making your heart flutter at the sudden sensual voice.

“No, all good. I got it.” You whisper, smiling back at him as he nods and lets go of your hand.

“Alright, I’ll wait for you on the balcony.” He takes a step back before grabbing a bottle of water, sighing. “Is that okay? I just need some fresh air.” He waits for your approval, and you nod in response after getting the plates and placing them on the counter.

He nods back before he stumbles his way into to the hallway, finally reaching the end.

You can tell he’s trying to keep quiet, but as soon as he tries to open the door of the balcony, a loud door screech echoes around the house.

“Sorry!” Soobin screams-whispers from afar, making you facepalm mentally as you continue plating the food, praying Beomgyu is already in deep, deep sleep and didn’t hear a thing.

You can feel yourself growing nervous as you finish placing half of the egg on each plate, looking down to the ramen before taking a deep breath and making your way down the hallway to meet with Soobin in the terrace.

You are relieved to see Soobin left the door open, and that he’s still awake, sitting calmly as he sips on his water bottle with his back towards you.

“Food is here.” You announce yourself, making him turn around, smiling when he sees you carrying the two plates with a proud smile.

You hand him a plate and he quietly thanks you, his eyes following you as you walk around and sit on the chair next to him. You exchange a stare in silence before turning to your food, both of you digging in at the same time.

You hear a low moan coming from Soobin as he practically devours the food, finishing the small portion of ramen in less than a minute.

“That was amazing,” He compliments your food which you thank in a small bow, slurping on your noodles as you take your time eating your craved food.

“Where did you learn to make such good ramen?”

You reply with a quick ‘at home with my family’, but you regret answering as it only intrigues him more about you and your life.

The quiet dinner suddenly turns into an interview, and you are not sure if you love it or hate it.

Why are you studying business?

Do you have any allergies?

Do you think Rose knew she could have saved Jack, or do you think he intentionally left him to die?

You laugh at the last question, slurping the last bits of noodles on your plate.

“I sure hope not! Imagine going through all that hassle to be with the person you love and then when found in a life or death situation she just lets him die. I’m sure if she knew the door could handle both of them she would have share it with him. Even though I’m also sure he would have said no.”

He stares at you in silence as he thinks about your answer, watching you lift the plate closer to your lips as you drink the last bit of broth left.

“You’re cute.” He huffs, as he continues to stare at you with glistening eyes.

You choke on the broth, taken by surprise at the sudden compliment.

Is he flirting with you?

“Thanks,” You do the same as Soobin and put your plate on the floor next to your chair, “You are cute too” You reply, trying to play it cool as you laugh.

However, Soobin doesn’t laugh with you, but instead stares at you with a mischievous smile.

You notice his eyes going from yours to your lips, his smile slowly fading as he shifts in his chair and leans closer to you, your faces now close enough that you can smell the alcohol from his breath.

“If I'm so cute, why don't you kiss me then?”

⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ

a/n: Pleeaase don't kill me for the cliffhanger!! 😬

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acatalystrising · 10 months

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As fellow member of the Church of Boba Fett ♥ May I please have anything for the song 'Sunflower' - Post Malone.

Can be of Boba, can be anyone. No context (even tho I break this rule a lot lmao), any style, any pair, can be a wip, or just write it as you feel it, hear it, vibe to it. Anything. Go! ♥

*casually vibes* ♥

GAAHH my Boba bestie this took far too long to answer, and I am SO sorry you had to wait! Just had a death in the family so I had to take some time away to process. But I’m back with a lovely one shot that I had a blast writing!

The Church of Boba Fett needs as much content of our beloved green tin can man as possible, and I hope this was worth the wait 💚🖤

Boba Fett knew you wanted him.

It wasn’t a matter of an overly inflated ego on his part or a lack of obvious flirtation on yours. To put it simply, you were pure sunlight, something brilliant and blazing in his often bloodstained world of crime and order. Something untarnished by the very violence he’d been born into.

The violence he’d committed.

It wasn’t even so simple to say he didn’t deserve you. Yes, that would be true, however dramatic a statement in his opinion, but there was something else. Something that itched in the back of his brain even as he watched you from atop his throne, seated near the back of the room, engaged in conversation with several people who, from his perspective, would easily kill you for the right price.

He cared for you, truly, truly cared. And Boba knew that logically, the best way to protect you was either to send you away, or claim you as his own. None would dare lay a finger on you if you were his. He’d ensure it.

But still, he hesitated.

At the end of the day, it was a simple truth. A manacle over the proverbial ankle, truths clamping down to tight they might as well have choked him.

You were fiery, passionate. Full of vigor and sparks, so capable. But you were also innocent. Untouched by the bloodshed he knew like breathing. And he could not, in good conscience, pull you into a world you were never meant to be a part of.

He sighed, his breath hot and weighty on his lips. His armor suddenly felt too heavy on his chest. Even heavier as the hours bled to the evening, visitors finally slipping out of the throne room for the evening. But not you - as stubborn as Fennec in so many ways, who made her point quite painfully made via a raised eyebrow, followed by a smirk, then her final wink as she left the room.

Boba was very grateful for his helmet when you stood, shyly ambling toward his throne under the guise of cleaning, nimble fingers picking up pieces of trash that littered the ground. For some reason it made him angry. You were too pretty to lower yourself so.

Damn it. He was too attached.

“Don’t worry about that, mesh’la.” His voice cut through the room, tone a tad harsher than he’d intended. “Leave it for the droids.”

You blinked, finally looking up at him, then glancing away in an unsuccessful attempt to hide your blush. Stars, you were like a sunflower. Radiant, ethereal, and too perfect for his broken hands to sully.

“Okay,” you dipped your head in acknowledgment, still hovering on no move feet, as if waiting for something. Disguising with with a nervous dusting of the throne’s steps.

Words hovered unspoken, thick as the tension in the air. Worry wove into your brows like a sudden change of weather, tension of an oncoming storm. Did you think he wasn’t interested? How could he let you down easy? Tell you that he was interested, but…

But, what?

Kriffing damn it. Boba Fett was afraid. Afraid of hurting you, of marring your sunshine. Of not being good enough for you.

“Well, it’s getting late. If you need anything, just let me know.” You dipped your head in a goodbye that came across too hasty, clothing rustling as you went to flee.

The sight made everything in Boba revolt.

“Wait.” The word slipped from his mouth before he could stop himself. You spun on your heels, expression undeniably hopeful. Oh gods, this was too much. “We need to talk, little one.”

You blushed at the moniker, but swallowed hard as you approached.

“I…”

“You don’t have to do this.” You cut him off with surprising bravado, hands clenched at your sides until they were shaking. “You don’t have to let me down easy. I’m not stupid, neither are you. Look, I appreciate everything you’ve done: letting me work here, protecting me, giving me a chance to get back on my feet. Nothing has to change. I’m…used to it.”

Boba blinked behind his helmet, shock rippling through him like a tidal wave. Stars, she was more perceptive than he thought. There was a strength to her he hadn’t previously seen, and also…an old wound. Maker, he’d been a kriffing jerk.

“What,” he kept his tone soft, lacking the harsh edge it normally carried. “Are you used to?”

It was your turn to blink. Clearly, you weren’t expecting the question.

“I…” you nervously crossed your arms, chewing the inside of your cheek. “I’m…used to…being ignored. People don’t look at me and see someone worth pursuing. Just,” you looked up, meeting his unseen gaze, “well, just someone who is useful. And that’s okay, you know. I’m happy here, truly, and I don’t need anything else other than-“

“Easy there,” he gently interrupted your rambling, the words softer than even he thought possible. You blinked again, but pointedly refused to meet his gaze. “Look at me, sweet girl.”

After a moment’s hesitation, you obeyed, and something in him constricted in pain when he saw the tears forming in your eyes. Boba chose his next words carefully.

“I‘ve never ignored you. Always noticed your smile.” He removed his helmet with a sigh, meeting your gaze with his own. “You deserve someone as bright and lovely as you - someone who can usher you into new depths of love and happiness. I’m broken, scarred, a killer…”

“You think that would stop me?” Your voice was surprisingly strong despite the tear that slipped down your cheek. “You think I haven’t already thought of that? Boba…I know who you are. What you are. And that’s why…I find you so endearing. Why I want to be with you.”

You thought him endearing? Boba could barely believe it, if not for the sincerity in your tone. He fell silent, pondering your words, and you stood there, braving his silence, wiping the tear away with a trembling finger.

Finally, at long last, Boba caved. He couldn’t hold back any longer, or deny you what he felt you both knew to be true. And he’d left you waiting long enough.

“Come here, little one,” he held out an arm like a white flag, and you didn’t hesitate to approach. He guided you onto his lap, holding you close against his chest, and felt you relax against him. “This okay?”

You nodded eagerly, curling closer, fingers clutching the fabric at his shoulder.

“I want you, mesh’la.” His voice was a low rumble as he caressed your cheek, making you shiver. “If you’ll have me.”

“I want you too,” your affirmation was like a song in his ears. “I want to be yours. Only yours.”

“Then you will be mine, little sunflower.” He ran a hand though your hair, then your jaw, fingertips lingering on your chin and lifting your lips to his. “Always.”

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innytoes · 6 months

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For the AU combos: roadtrip/amusement park

-Flynn and Julie decide to do a road trip before they go away for college, because Flynn's going to New York and Julie's staying in LA and they need Bestie Time.

-They take Flynn's Mom's Minivan, because it is the safest vehicle, will fit all of their souvenirs, and they can sleep in it if they can't find somewhere to stay the night. (Don't tell Tía.)

-They decide to split their time into three big categories: must see landmarks, epic amusement parks (Flynn's a sucker for roller coasters) and We'll Know It When We See It.

-Among We'll Know It When We See It: Creepy haunted clown motel (no they did NOT spend the night, don't you worry, Tía), a fun small town festival with ten million fried things on a stick, a cool concert by some band nobody had ever heard of but Julie just knew her mom would have loved, and a carnival.

-Because Flynn didn't just want to ride big, cool, safe rollercoasters. No, she had to drag Julie onto ones that were set up in an hour and would be torn down in even less time.

-That's where they meet Reggie. He's really cute and really excited when he hears they're from LA ("You're going around to cool amusement parks? Have you been to Star Wars World??? Is the ride as cool as the internet makes it seem????"). He makes sure to show them around, shows them which pies are the best and what food stalls to avoid. Delights in taking them to the fortune teller, because 'it's really just Mrs Meyerson in a weird costume. She's a total gossip and knows everyone's business, that's why she's so good. I want to know what she'll say to two outsiders.'

-They have lunch together, and dinner, and ride all the rides, and Reggie wins them both a stuffed animal (a unicorn for Flynn, a red panda for Julie) by shooting tiny little moving ducks down.

-Julie wins Reggie a dalmatian by heaving a giant mallet over her head and bringing it down so hard on the high striker the bell dings loud enough people turn their heads to stare.

-Reggie looks a little bit in love with her in that moment, and Julie can't help but feel a little in love with him too.

-They're loathe to say goodbye, even as midnight approaches and there are announcements the carnival is closing soon. Reggie promises to show them a cool water tower where you can see the stars, and Julie agrees even before Flynn can weigh the options of 'he seems harmless enough' and 'following some white boy into the woods after he showed us what a good shot he is is the start of a horror movie'.

-Yes Flynn has her taser in her pocket just in case.

-But Reggie stays true to his word and the sight is amazing. The town is just twinkling lights from up here, and he says he used to come here as a kid and pretend he was an astronaut, looking down on earth, away from all his problems.

-Their conversation turns deep, and Reggie admits he has plans to run away from his little town, as soon as he can save up enough money to buy a truck. His parents spend all their time fighting, and ever since he turned eighteen a few weeks ago, with him. As if now that he's of age, they don't have to hold back their hatred anymore.

-Surprisingly, it's Flynn that offers to take him with them.

-Insert movie montage of Flynn, Julie, and Reggie having Adventures. Julie is just happy someone will go on the really terrifying rollercoasters with Flynn so she doesn't have to. Reggie is seeing the world for the first time and is excited about everything. ("A real Rainforest Cafe??? Can we go???"). Julie is slowly falling in love with this golden retriever of a boy.

-Yes they carefully edit out Reggie in any pictures they send to Julie's aunt.

-They end up back in LA, finishing the trip with a visit to Star Wars World.

-Just Julie showing up home like: hi Dad so this is Reggie he's my boyfriend and also he needs a place to stay. If he can't stay here, he's probably going to get adopted by the Taylors and live in Flynn's room and be murdered by Flynn's little sister who had dibs on that room when she moved out and then I'll be sad my boyfriend is dead sooooo...

-Yes, Reggie can stay.

-Flynn leaves for New York knowing her girl will be well looked after. Especially because she did use the taser on Reggie... but only to wave it around threateningly to give him the shovel talk somewhere around St Louis.

#julie and the phantoms #fanfic #not!fic #I wrote a thing #AUs are awesome #reggiexjulie

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pinkie-satan · 1 year

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about Kataribanashi-hen manga (I finally? read it)

I've never read Kataribanashi-hen before, since those stories were not written by Ryukishi and I thought they might not be really good (how mistaken I was!), but I have a paper to write so naturally I'm doing litterally anything else, sooo I started reading it and while there are those stupid fanservice type of stories there are some cute ones too and some that are silly in an enjoyable way, if you haven't read it and don't plan to, here are some things I found stupid/weird/cute/sad

Punishment Games are a Silver Bullet: I liked this one, as a punishment Keichi has to go on a "date" with every girl from the club, he sits with Rika and holds her hand while she's resting, he goes to Satoko's old house with her to clean it for Satoshi's return, he finds some marbles with Rena in the garbage dump and at the end he spends time with Mion showing her that it's okay to be girly sometimes even if some may say it doesn't match her boy-like personality

Minaitoshi-hen: this one had some sad moments. it's basically a world in which Keichi is not in Hinamizawa and girlies team up to fight Takano and there's this badass Rena panel

but then they are all killed and Keichi get's the syndrome while in Tokio

Little Demon: what the fuck was that even...

The Melancholy of Stir-Fried Vegetables: girls going crazy for Keichi, not for me but we have a yassified Rena that looks like she's 30 and a cute satorika page

Nienagashi: Keichi has his own Beatrice arc?

Hinageshi-hen: THIS ONE IS SO GOOD AND SO SAD GO READ IT YALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I'm not gonna spoil it for you, just know it's crying for Mion chapter)

Satokoishi-hen: oh so Teppei's redemption arc wasn't a new thing and it wasn't even Ryukishi's idea...

The Butterfly's Dream -Endless Nightmare: all of Rika's nightmares come to life (also Hanyuu is umineko-style witchfied), the chapter ends with Zhuangzi's butterfly quote

Usomabushi-hen: Satoshi wakes up and he doesn't remember Shion yet she's willing to protect him at all costs (I CRIED GUYS, you know how I adore satoshion)

Rika-Sato Wars: aka satorika marriage crisis, I think that someone posted panels from that chapter here lately (witch of illusions was that you bestie?) and I wanted to read it since

The Cuckoo Clock and Dreams of a Loving Home: Takano (not)girlbossing chapter

Omorashi de Naku Koro ni: while this chapter starts as a stupid haha story it takes unexpected turn and it's actually good??

Limit: a different take on Meakashi, I liked this one, it's sad, it's scary, just how Higurashi should be

Welcome Home, Goodbye: Satoshi comes back (again!) and Rika is jelous...

it is really I'll make Rika stay in Hinamizawa forever but it's Rika keeping Satoko in her home now

Fans (even back then!) really saw how codepended the girls were and how hard saying farewell would be for Rika espiecially. I loved seeing her trying to stop Satoko (though she's spilling water to acomplish that, not blood hahah) and how devastated she feels to be left behind (ohh the pararels to gousotsumeguri!)

and after Rika got jealous of Satoshi, Hanyuu got jealous of Satoko and maaaan the girlies were FIGHTING

that's gotta be one of my favourite chapters (along with Hinageshi and Usomabushi)

Thank you: Hanyuu disappearing chapter (I cried again)

Yukiwatashi-hen: it's winter, Rika has problems but they have nice winter outfits tehee (and it's also a satorika chapter!)

girl yes

this post is getting too long so I think I'm gonna try to at least start my assignment, till something cries again, guys!

#higurashi #higurashi no naku koro ni #kataribanashi hen #when they cry #loooong post sorry #i have no idea why i haven't read that before #satorika

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hoejosatoru · 2 years

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You and I Collide

Pairing: Fem!reader x Time skip!Draken

Summary: Y/n has struggled after the loss of her boyfriend, Baji. Feeling at a breaking point, she hopes to find solace in Draken, an old mutual friend. However, y/n finds her feelings for Draken quickly become complicated. Shout out to my bestie for helping me w the concept.

Word Count: 9.3k

Warnings: MAJOR manga spoilers if you have not read through chapter 148 proceed with caution!! Grief/ take of death, drinking (mild), slow burn(ish) friends to lovers, dry humping, fingering, oral (fem receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, the works. Also everything is pretty much the same as cannon TR but pretend Baji got yoinked in college instead of HS.

Two moments defined your life: meeting Baji and Baji dying. They were divided so clearly, an ax falling on your life. Baji was the first person you met in college, plopping down next to you without a book or a pencil in sight. He was everything you weren’t: brazen, charming, and unapologetic. He asked your name with a smile playing on his lips and you knew. There would be no one for you but Baji.

If Baji was different from you, he was the antithesis of your ex (who dumped you right before college started because, “he wanted to have fun in college.” Over text no less). Your ex was perfectly coiffed with short blond hair, preppy clothes, and the desperate need for everyone to think he’s a good guy. Baji was a mess of dark hair, leather, and the desire to be absolutely nothing but himself. It wasn’t until you met him that you realized how wrong you were about what your “type” was.

You and Baji started dating almost immediately. It was weird, you wouldn’t have thought him as the relationship type, but he was absolutely devoted to you. College was easily the best 4 years of your life. Baji made you the best version of yourself, a person you never realized you wanted to be until it was your reality. You were on top of the world when you both graduated, planning to move in together and take on life together. A month later, Baji was dead, snuffing out the brightest light in your life.

Nothing made sense after his death. You completely withdrew from everyone and everything. You just couldn’t bring yourself to enjoy things like you did when you were with him. It felt wrong, impossible even, like trying to complete a puzzle when someone’s stolen a handful of pieces.

Baji has been gone over a year now, but it was still fresh as the day your phone rang with the news. You’ve been on autopilot ever since, doing just enough to get yourself through the day. Sometimes you went an entire day without registering what you were doing. Today was one of those days. Your feet were carrying you to a familiar place, though you haven’t been since Baji’s death. Draken’s bike shop.

Draken had been one of Baji’s closest friends, having met in middle school. He didn’t go to your college, opting to open his motorcycle repair shop instead, however he was part of your friend group so you spent a lot of time with him in college. He was always a nice guy, truthfully you had been closer with Mitsuya, but Draken was always pleasant and fun to be around. He was a good guy, which made it even more devastating when you heard of his girlfriend’s pasing.

It was a couple months after Baji had died and added to the crushing grief you were already dealing with. You had been pretty good friends with Emma, though you hadn’t spoken to her in a while. Not that you really had spoken to anyone in a while. You were devastated to hear of her passing. So much so that you almost didn’t make it to the funeral. The anxiety of reliving Baji’s funeral was damn near crippling, plus you were afraid to see all the friends you had been avoiding for months. However, you knew you couldn’t let her go without saying goodbye.

You slipped in and out mostly unsee. However, you did catch Draken’s eye during the ceremony. There was complete emptiness in them, one that you recognized all too well. It was like looking in the mirror. That was the last time you saw Draken, but you had thought about that look every day since. You wanted an excuse to come talk to him because he was the only person who could ever understand what you were feeling. However, you’d been a shitty friend and haven’t reached out in the way you knew you should. You weren’t sure how he would react to you showing up to his shop out of the blue, if he would even want to talk to you at all.

Those thoughts almost turned you around, but you were so close you pushed them down as low as possible. This was the first chance you were taking Baji died and you felt you really needed to see it through. That didn’t stop your stomach from doing flips as you turned onto the familiar corner. You took deep breaths as you approached the open garage, willing yourself to keep moving. You poked your head in, unable to hear anything over the pound of your heart in your ears. For a second you thought it was empty, but then a figure stood up from behind a bike. Draken.

You were frozen in place, everything you had rehearsed in your head escaping in an instant. You wanted to turn around and run, and you probably would have if his eyes hadn’t landed on you. The mirror stared back at you.

“Y/n?” It sounded like a question, but recognition was clear in his voice. You were afraid you were about to be told off when a soft smile spread across his face. “Haven’t seen you in forever, get over here.”

Your legs moved on their own volition, meeting Draken in the middle of his modest shop. He pulled you into an embrace, shocking you into stillness. He was warm, smelling of evergreen and spearmint with an undertone of motor oil. It was nice. You couldn’t remember the last time you were hugged.

“I’m sorry,” the words spilled out of you the second you pulled away.

“Whatever it is you think you need to apologize for, you don’t,” he replied, untangling the knot of anxiety in your stomach. Though the guilt still lingered like kinks in an old chain.

“Thank you,” you replied, not knowing what else to say. You practically forgot to interact like a normal human. If Draken noticed, he didn’t let it show.

“I was about to go on my break, why don’t you sit and join me?” he asked, motioning to the back of his shop. You recognized the green door, which led to the “staff room,” aka a cramped room with a beat up old couch. You and your friends spent many nights stuffed in their drinking and smoking and doing whatever the hell else people who believed they had their whole lives ahead of them did. Grief climbed up your spine, threatening to strangle you.

“Oh, um, I don’t want to impose on your break or anything,” you stammered out.

“Nonsense, a friend is never an imposition,” he stated. He turned around, walking towards the staff room, effectively preventing you from arguing further. You followed because, well, you didn’t know what else to do. His use of the word friend comforted you, like pulling on an old hoodie.

The staff room was exactly as you remembered it: dark, crappy lighting with air that always seemed a bit thicker than what was outside it. The patched up couch sat pressed against the wall and next to the folding table with mismatched chairs. You tried desperately to ignore the chair that Baji had always occupied as Draken went into the makeshift kitchen, which was just the corner of the room that had a minifridge and microwave.

He pulled out two water bottles, handing you one without asking if you wanted you. In that moment you remember how much a caretaker had been. You wouldn’t guess it by his cold exterior, but he really was a sweet guy, always looking out for his friends. You felt another wave of guilt for not reaching out to him sooner.

“Didn’t know you kept anything but beer in there,” you heard yourself say. It slipped out as the memory of cramming a ridiculous number of cheap alcohol came flooding back to you. Draken laughed, a welcomed sound.

“Don’t worry there is still plenty of beer in there,” Draken joked, plopping down on the couch. You mimicked him. He twisted open his water, down half the bottle before asking, “What brought you by today?”

“Oh right,” you replied, playing with the ripped label on your bottle, “I need a bike fixed up. Didn’t know who else to go to.” You cringed, feeling like you sounded cold. You haven’t talked to him in how long and you show up out of nowhere asking for his help? Who did you think you were?

Draken replied, unphased, “Didn’t think you were the motorcycle type.”

“I’m not,” you replied, desperately wanting to sound normal. You thought you were most definitely failing. “It’s for my brother, for his birthday. I bought a shitty old thing, but was hoping I could get it fixed up for him.”

“That I can do,” Draken nodded, “Might take some time, though. I’ll probably have to order parts and shit.”

“Of course,” you replied, “His birthday isn’t for another couple months, I was trying to get a head start.” Speaking it made it seem a lot sillier than it did in your head. Maybe because you knew it was sorta bullshit. Sure your brother has expressed an interest in getting a bike, but you didn’t know if he was serious. Deep down you knew this was all an excuse to meet Draken again. You needed a friend, needed someone who could understand the hell you were going through. Maybe it was fucked up to not be straightforward with him, but you wouldn’t have known where to start. So this ridiculous plot has been created.

“That should be perfect,” Draken replied, finishing off his drink.

“I’ll pay you for everything, of course,” you added, not wanting to sound like you were mooching off him.

Draken waved his hand dismissively, “I don’t make my friends pay.” There it was again. Friend. It shouldn’t give you such a thrill, but it did. You felt like you hadn’t had a friend in over a year, though it was very much self imposed. You’d always been a bit of a masochist.

“Seriously, let me pay,” you insisted.

Draken eyed you for a moment, considering, before replying, “How about you buy the parts and I do the work for free?”

“I can’t ask you to do that for me.”

“Good thing you’re not asking me then,” he replied with a soft, warm smile. It was hard to argue with that; still you were hesitant.

“I know, but sti-”

“Seriously y/n,” Draken cut you off as kindly as one can, “I’m happy to do it. But if it means that much, you can pay me with your time. Why don’t you bring the bike over next week and hang out while I work on it. It’s nice to have company.”

Hang out. When was the last time you did that? You knew the answer, but you quickly tried to push that line of thinking away. This was exactly what you wanted, someone to spend time with. Stiil, anxiety prickled over your skin as you thought of making plans for the first time in over a year.

“Yeah, okay. It’s a deal,” you answered before you could change your mind.

“Deal,” Draken echoed, sticking his hand out for you to shake on it. His hand was solid and calloused from years of working with them, you guessed. It felt warm. Real. You realized that if it had been anyone else, you probably would have said no.

“Say, do you even have a way of getting the bike here?” Draken asked as he stood up, reaching his arms over his head in a big stretch. The navy utility jumpsuit he wore stretched across his broad body.

"I was thinking I could just walk it over,” you replied, realizing how ridiculous that was as the words left your mouth.

“No way,” Draken replied, “I’ve got a truck to transport bikes. I can pick you up. How does next Saturday at eleven sound?” Something about his effortless kindness made you want to cry. It was so simple, but it made your throat tighten. You swallowed them down, not wanting to break down like a crazy person. You’ve come too far to do that now.

“Eleven sounds good,” you replied. Not like you had any other plans to worry about.

“Perfect,” he smiled, “My number’s still the same, text me your address whenever you get a chance.” He wasn’t at all trying to make you feel guilty, but you couldn’t help it. This shouldn't be the first time you’re texting after everything. You felt like a selfish idiot.

You nodded, turning quickly towards the door hoping he wouldn’t notice the shift in your demeanor. You really wanted to get out of there without crying. Draken followed you silently back out to the front of the shop. He only spoke as you were walking back out to the sidewalk.

“Hey y/n.” You paused, turning back to him, a knowing smile on his lips. “I’m really glad you stopped by.”

Your nails dug into your palm. You’re almost out, you can do this. “I am too,” you replied. It was the truth even if tears slipped down your cheeks as you stepped out onto the sidewalk. You walked home quickly, keeping your eyes down the whole time. For the amount of times you cried in public over the last year, you still weren’t used to people staring. Through your sadness, though, you felt the tiniest spark of what you could only label as hope. Faint as it may be, it was there, thanks to the prospect of rekindling your friendship with Draken. You kept it small, fearing being burned if you let it grow. Still, you allowed yourself to look forward to Saturday as you slipped into one of Baji’s old hoodies and curled into a ball on the couch.

***

Time is a tricky thing. Its movement is nonsensical. Sometimes it flies, passing by you in a mindless whirl, impossible to keep up with. That was how you felt when the 1 year anniversary of Baji’s death came up. It was incomprehensible that you could have spent 365 days without him. Other times it drags, each tick of the clock its own agonizing eternity. That is how it felt waiting for Saturday.

Finally, though, it came. The knock on your door made your heart leap, even though you had been expecting it. You paused in front of the mirror you normally ignore by your front door. You were in your most comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Not exactly fashionable, but you felt accomplished. Most of your weekends are spent in sweats- if you even manage to get out of pajamas that is.

“Hey,” you greeted, swinging open your door. You were surprised by how breathless you sounded. Getting ready takes a lot out of you.

“Hi,” Draken replied, “Wanna show me where the bike is?”

You nodded, “Follow me.” You led Draken around the back of your place to a storage shed for you and the tennet in the unit next door. Truth be told, you weren’t supposed to be keeping a motorcycle in there at all. You were relieved Draken was taking it off your hands before your landlord found it and chewed you out.

“It’s a little heavy,” you told him, trying to lug it out of its hiding spot. This shit was more than a little heavy.

“Let me,” Draken offered, noticing you struggling. He stepped in front of you, taking the bike from your hands and lifting it with ease. Damn. “Truck’s out this way.” You followed him back out front, marveling at how he carried the bike like it was nothing. Draken was always the biggest guy in your friend group, but it still surprised you just how big he was. He wasn’t wearing his jumpsuit now, making it easy to see the broad muscles in his back as he walked. He was certainly intimidating; if you didn’t know how sweet he was, you’d probably be scared of him.

“Did you get bigger since the last time I saw you?” you asked.

Draken chuckled, “You mean last week?”

“Shit, no, not what I meant,” you shook your head at yourself, “The time before that I guess.” You cringed, realizing the time before that was Emma’s funeral. God could you just say one thing without putting your foot in your mouth?

“Hmm probably,” Draken smiled, loaded the bike into the back of his truck, “Guess it comes with the job.” For as much as Draken smiled, it never quite reached his eyes. Comforting wasn’t the right word, but it made you feel somewhat validated. It was hard being around people with normal lives, not marred by grief in the way yours was. Their effortless joy was a reminder of what you lost. Though you would never wish what you were going through on anyone, it still sucked to always feel like the odd one out. With Draken, you knew you never would be.

You climbed into the passenger seat next to Draken, nerves swelling in your stomach. Your social interaction had really been watered down to what was necessary at work or when your friends demanded you let them come over to make sure you’re still okay. Okay being used very, very lightly - as in that you were still breathing pretty much. Those meetings have been fewer and farther between now. You think your friends didn’t know what to do with you. You were hard to be around, you didn’t really blame them.

“Do you live with someone?” Draken asked, pulling away from your place.

“It’s a duplex so I have someone above me, but I don’t have a roommate or anything,” you explained. Truthfully, the space was bigger than you needed. It was where you and Baji had moved in after graduation and couldn’t bring yourself to move out. You could remember him alive and well there, you couldn’t bear to move to a place he never saw or touched or laughed in. Never existed in. You were lucky your parents sent you some money to help with rent every month or else you wouldn’t be able to afford it without a roommate. It was pity money, but money nonetheless. “What about you?”

“On my own too,” Draken replied, mindlessly tapping his fingers on the wheel, “Still living right above the shop.”

“Right. Nice commute,” you attempted a joke. It felt flat leaving your mouth, but Draken still chuckled. You appreciated it, even if it might be fake.

“What’re you doing for work?” he asked, eyes on the road. It was easier to talk this way, without his eyes on you.

“Nothing special,” you replied, “just a bull shit office job.”

“An office job? I thought you wanted to be a writer?” Draken asked, surprising you. You had maybe mentioned that to him once or twice in passing. You couldn’t believe he remembered.

“You know how people say things have a way of working out?”

Draken’s brow piqued, eye shifting to you for a second. “Yes.”

“I’ve found that things also have a way of not working out,” you replied. Draken let out a laugh, one that you knew could not be out of pity. There was that flicker in you again, one that whispered of connection, hope.

“Don’t I know it.” The last few minutes of the ride were spent in comfortable silence. Draken’s place wasn’t too far from your’s, so it wasn’t a long ride. You followed Draken wordlessly into the shop. You stepped carefully, not wanting to bump anything or trip or do anything else to embarrass yourself. You stood next to a sturdy-looking steel cabinet as Draken got the bike set to inspect.

“Where’d ya get this bike?” Draken asked, keeping his face purposefully straight. You reckoned he was trying to be nice because it really was a piece of junk.

“Uh, craigslist,” you admitted.

“No wonder it’s such a piece of shit,” Draken laughed, and you allowed yourself to laugh too. It felt light in your chest, a reprieve from the normal weight that found its home there.

“Is it fixable?” you asked, chewing on your lip. You felt a flood of panic. What if there was nothing he could do? You need this excuse to push you to come out and see him, you weren’t sure what you would do without it.

“Oh I can definitely fix it,” Draken reassured you, “You’re lucky you know such a great mechanic. Here, get comfortable, we are gonna be here awhile.” Draken pulled up a stool for you. You sat, leaning against the steel cabinet, comforted by how the cool metal bled through your shirt and onto your skin. It made you feel grounded.

Draken got out a clipboard, circling the bike and making notes. You quietly observed as he sat, looking closer at the engine. There was a soft intensity to his face as he zeroed in on different parts of the machine.

“How have you been doing since Baji died?” Draken asked, scribbling down another note. You were taken aback by his directness. Most people dance around it, trying to sugarcoat it with phrases like “passed” or “gone to a better place.” It made you irrationally mad. Baji was dead, there is no way to make that sweet. And there was no better place for him than by your side.

You drew in a breath, trying to calculate how honest you wanted to be, but the words were tumbling out by the time you exhaled. “Terrible. Fucking terrible. It still hurts like the first day. I’m a fucking mess, honestly.”

You looked up, startled to find Draken’s eyes on yours. There wasn’t an ounce of pity in them, only understanding. It was refreshing. “Baji was such a good fucking guy,” Draken replied, “shit’s fucking awful.”

You nodded, unable to stop now that you were started. “I still don’t believe it at times. Like I keep hoping one day I’ll wake up and this was all a nightmare. But it’s not and I just have to keep going somehow.” You swallow deeply, desperately trying to not cry.

“I was so fucking mad after Emma’s funeral,” Draken replied, “At everyone and everything. I remember the sky was so blue the day after and I was so fucking pissed, like how could the world be so bright without her? I’ve never been so dramatic.” He laughed humorlessly, staring down at his hands.

“No I completely get that,” you said, “It feels like everything is moving on like normal, but you know there’s no normal for you anymore.”

“Exactly,” Draken nodded. He paused for a second, before adding, “It’s nice to have someone who gets it. People who haven’t been through it just don’t get it.” Something about his words forced tears to the front of your eyes. Part of you had worried that Draken was not going to be the support you so desperately hoped he would be ever since you saw him at the funeral. You were relieved to finally have someone who understands you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, wiping your eyes. You knew you could get the tears to stop quickly - you’ve had to become really good at that. Especially in public.

“Told you last week, you have nothing to be sorry for,” Draken stated, “Plus, we got a no apology rule in this garage.” He nodded to a sign on the wall that read, “the customer is always wrong.” You surprised yourself by letting out a laugh.

“Thanks, I need that. I feel like I forgot to do this whole thing,” you replied, motioning between the two of you, “I always feel like I say or do the wrong thing now.”

“I get that,” Draken nodded, “But you don’t have to worry about this here, okay? Talk, don’t talk, fuck you could do cartwheels around the place if that helped. I know how much it sucks, so don’t worry about all that shit.” You bit back another round of tears, managing only a small thank you. Draken smiled knowingly and returned to his work. The gratitude you felt was damn near unbearable.

And so you did just as Draken said - well minus the cartwheels. Over the next few weeks as Draken worked on the bike, the two of you talked. A lot. You talked more in those few weeks than you did in the last year. Sometimes you spoke about Baji and Emma, but mostly you just talked about, well, whatever.

You also did a lot of not talking, which was never awkward. Where others seemed to hold their breath around you, Draken breathed easy. He had good days and bad days, just as you did. It comforted both of you to never have to explain the need to disappear inside yourself or the occasional tear that slipped out seemingly out of nowhere. It was like a weight being lifted off your chest; you were taking your first true breaths since Baji died.

There were a few other people who worked at the garage, though they mostly kept to themselves. The one that you talked to the most was Inui. He was kind, but you could tell he has been through something too. Grief followed people like a shadow, you discovered, and once you knew how to spot it was impossible to miss. You saw that shadow hanging over Inui and you were certain he saw it over you too. You reckoned that’s why you got along so well.

Today was a fairly good day. It was later, everyone else long gone for the night, and you and Draken settled into a comfortable silence. Despite the weeks of spending nearly every spare second at the shop, you didn’t know shit about motorcycles. However, that did not stop you from enjoying watching Draken work. He was meticulous and focused, often not even stopping to brush a dark lock of hair that would fall in his eyes. You picked on his little quirks: the furrow of his brow when something was stumping him, his tongue poking through his lips when he was on the brink of solving it. He knew yours too, knowing with a single word if you needed him to pull a laugh out of you or to let you cry. It was nice to know someone, and to be known.

A drumming pulled you from your thoughts. It took you a second to register that it was rain hitting the roof. “Shit,” you breathed, hopping down from the counter to walk over to the front window. It was a complete downpour. “I picked a crappy day to walk here.”

“No way I’m letting you walk home in that,” Draken stated, not even looking up from his work.

“Can we take the truck?” you suggested.

Draken shook his head, “I let Inui use it. Won’t be back till tomorrow.”

“What’re we gonna do?” you asked.

“You’re gonna stay here, dummy,” Draken answereded, as if it was obvious.

“I couldn't,” you replied, shaking your head. For as much time as you have spent at the garage, you’ve never gone into Draken’s place.

“Why not?” Draken asked, wiping his hands on a greasy towel. He was getting ready to clean up for the night.

“I don’t wanna bother you,” you admitted. There was still a small fear in you that you were going to overstay your welcome. That one day, Draken would ask you to not come back. You don’t know if you would be able to handle that.

“If you bothered me, I’d let you walk home in the rain,” Draken replied, then added with finality, “It’s supposed to storm all night. You’re staying here.”

“Alright fine,” you caved. Another thing you learned about Draken: once he made up his mind, there was no chance of changing it. You helped him clean up where you could, then followed him up to his place.

You don’t know what you expected, but it was nice. Small, but well kept, so it felt more spacious than it should. There were lots of tones of grays and blacks, all the furniture simple and worn in. You could tell a boy lived there, but not in a bad way. You sat on the couch as Draken ducked into the kitchen to wash his hands.

“Wow this thing is more comfortable than it looks,” you noted, patting the charcoal fabric, “It’ll be nice to sleep on.”

“Too bad you’re not sleeping there,” Draken replied, drying his hands on his pants, “I’ll take the couch, you can have the bed.”

“No way!” you protested, “I’m already inconveniencing you, I’m not taking your bed too.”

Draken playfully rolled his eyes at you, “It’s not a big deal. Like you said the couch is comfy.”

“You’re so freaking stubborn,” you groaned, flopping back against the couch.

“Oh please look who’s talking,” Draken shot back, sitting next to you. The couch sunk under his weight, causing you to slide over close to him. “I’ve got an idea, though.”

You sat up, intrigued, “Which is?”

“Let’s hang out here, watch a movie or something. Whoever falls asleep first stays out on the couch and the other person can get the bed,” Draken explained, clearly proud of thinking up that plot. You could live with that.

“Deal.” You stuck out your hand, his warm, rough palm meeting you cold one. It was made official with a quick shake.

“Now let me get you something to sleep in,” Draken stood up, stretching.

“That’s cheating,” you replied, “Trying to get me all comfortable so I’ll fall asleep first.”

Draken kept walking back to what you presumed was his room. “Well if I fall asleep first do you really wanna sleep in those jeans?” His voice carried through the apartment.

He had a point. “No, I guess not.”

“Good,” Draken replied, reappearing in the living room with a ball of clothes in his hands, “Because if you slept in jeans I don’t think I could trust you anymore.” You giggled as Draken tossed the clothing at you. Mercifully, you caught it. “That’s the smallest stuff I have. Bathroom’s the first door on the right. Feel free to use whatever is in there.”

You found the bathroom easily, closing the door softly behind you. For being the smallest clothing he had, the sweats and shirt were still oversized on you. You had to roll the sweats over a few times so they’d stay up on your hips. You resigned to letting the shirt hang on your frame. You splashed some water in your face and swished around a little mouthwash that was out on the counter before exiting.

You returned to the living room, finding that Draken changed too. He was in a gray pair of sweats that fit him much better than yours. The black tee he wore clung to his frame, showing off his toned body. It was strange to see so much of him; you were used to seeing him in a thick work jumpsuit layered over hoodies. You were surprised to feel a blush rise in your cheeks. It felt almost too intimate, seeing him sprawled out on the couch like this.

Draken’s laughter pulled you from your thoughts. “You look ridiculous,” he snickered.

“Well maybe if you weren’t such a giant,” you huffed, joining him on the couch. You kept a safe distance, though you found yourself drifting closer over the course of the night, unconsciously drawn to his warmth. Without realizing it, you fell asleep.

It took you a few moments to remember where you were when you woke up. The scent of the sheets, a warm evergreen, reminded you. Draken’s place. You turned over, breathing in the scent that you so quickly learned to associate with comfort.

Then it hit you.

You were in the bed, when you did not remember going back to it last night. You must have fallen asleep first and Draken must have carried you back here. Your cheeks tinted as you thought of Draken picking you up, holding you so close to him. There was an undercurrent to your self consciousness that you couldn’t quite place. You didn’t have time to think about it, you were off to yell at him for not keeping up his end of the deal.

You found him on the couch, coffee mug in hand. A triumphant smirk spread across his lips when he saw you. “Morning sleeping beauty,” he teased. You cursed yourself for not at least checking a mirror to make sure your hair wasn’t all over the place. It tended to get a mind of its own when you slept.

“I didn’t know you were a liar,” you narrowed your eyes at him. You weren’t truly mad, but you couldn’t let him get away with it unscathed.

“I didn’t lie,” Draken replied, “Had my fingers crossed when we shook on it. Everyone knows that negates the shake.”

“Okay fine then you’re a sneak,” you shot back.

Draken stood up, stretching. His shirt lifted revealing his lower stomach. You tried to ignore the little trail of hair that disappeared into his sweats. “Yeah well this sneak made sure you got a good night’s sleep.” He flicked your forehead lightly as he walked into the kitchen and you smacked his arm back.

“At least let me make you breakfast?” you tried.

“Now that I can agree to,” Draken replied, holding both his hands up, “And look, not a finger crossed.”

“Gee, thanks.”

The rest of the day went on as normal. Well, normal except for a nagging feeling in your lower stomach. It bubbled up again when Draken sat in the kitchen, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he watched you prepare breakfast for you two. It wasn’t like your anxiety - that feeling you knew too well - nor was it like that little flicker of hope you felt. Which, at this point, was a full on blaze despite your best efforts to keep it under control. You couldn’t help it, Draken made you happier than you ever thought you could be after everything that happened. After going to long feeling nothing but aching and emptiness, you didn’t want to have to subdued the joy, no matter how reckless that was.

You chalked it up to self consciousness and tried not to think of it. It was still weird for you to be around someone so much. Even though Draken never made you feel judged, you still couldn’t shut that critical little voice in your head that told you something could go wrong at any moment. You figure this feeling was that voice rearing its ugly head. As the next few weeks passed, the feeling came and went, but you persisted as usual.

Until a particularly shitty day. You were awoken in the morning by a phone call, your anxiety immediately spiking. Ever since Baji died, your phone ringing became a trigger for you. It reminded you of getting the call, the one stopped the rotation of your world. Every time you heard your phone ring, you relived that moment. You don’t know how the hell your phone got switched on from silent.

You were on edge for the rest of the day because of that. Your boss was more of a dick than usual and you ended up crying in the bathroom on your lunch break. All you wanted to do was get home and crawl into a ball. When you were finally able to do that, however, you found a hair tie in your pajama drawer. Your heart plummeted to your stomach. Your feet were carrying you to Draken’s before your mind could catch up. All you wanted was to see him, you knew you’d calm down once you did.

The second Draken saw you, he knew something was wrong. It was just him in the garage today, which you were grateful for. “You look like you need a drink,” Draken stated, setting down his tools. His words were calm but there was concern at the edges of them. You nodded, not trusting your words just yet. “Come on, I was about to finish up anyway.” It was a lie, but you appreciated it.

Draken led you to the staff room, handing you a beer from the mini fridge. Just like old times, you thought darkly. You took a swig, downing a quarter of the bottle by the time Draken sat next to you.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked, lips at the edge of the bottle.

“Just a shitty day at work I guess,” you mumbled, picking at the label of the beer.

Draken set his drink down on the coffee table. “Come on, y/n, it’s me. What’s really going on?”

You drew in a deep breath, gathering your strength to speak. “I was having a shit day at work,” you began, “but I found one of Baji’s hair ties at home. He fucking left those things everywhere. I can’t believe I even still find ‘em…” Your voice trailed off, stifled by an ache in your chest. Draken waited quietly for you to continue. “It’s weird, sometimes they feel like him saying he’s there with me. But mostly they just feel like a fucking reminder that he’s not here anymore.” You opened your mouth to say more, but found no words coming. Tears streaked down your cheeks, dripping onto your lap.

Draken was quiet for a few moments. His hand found yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze before he started speaking. “Emma had these little hair pins. I swear she left a fucking trail of them everywhere she went. I find them too, from time to time,” he paused, drawing in a shaky breath, “It’s a gut punch every time I find one. But sometimes I’m scared of the day I stop finding them. Like then she’ll really be gone.”

Tears escaped Draken’s eyes. You felt such a strong urge to wipe them away, to hold him, to be held by him. But you couldn’t move a muscle. You both just sat there, quietly crying, your hands intertwined.

It was Draken who broke the silence. “Look at us fucking cryin’ over hair acessories.” You both laughed despite your tear-stained cheeks.

“They’re probably rolling their eyes at us right now,” you replied, wiping your eyes, “Baji especially. I know he’s fucking tired of me.”

“Oh trust me I know Emma’s sick of this shit too,” Draken replied. He reached over, running his thumb across your cheek, collecting a tear you missed. Your blood roared in your ears, the nagging in your stomach flaring.

“You think Emma would want you to move on?” You asked.

“Definitely,” Draken replied, “She’d want me to be happy. I haven’t been so good about that, but I know it’s what she’d want.”

“I think Baji would want me to be happy too,” you said, “Though I think he’d be happier to see me with a girl, not another guy.”

Draken let out a laugh. “That sounds like Baji,” he continued after a pause, “He would want you to be happy, though. I don’t know a lot, but I’m certain of that.” You weren’t able to fight the urge to hug him anymore, throwing your arms around him.

“Thank you Draken,” you murmured, tucking your face into his neck. His arms found your waist, squeezing you closer. You breathed in his scent, an instant sense of calm washing over you. You stayed like that longer than you expected, basking in each others’ warmth and touch. No part of you wanted to separate yourself from him, but eventually you did.

When your eyes found his, it hit you. That nagging in your stomach wasn’t anxiety or self doubt or any of that shit. It was a crush - no - it was stronger than a crush. It was a want, a need for Draken. For his voice, his touch, his presence, his lips, his love. Your thoughts were coming faster than you could process him, but you could instantly read the look in Draken’s eyes. He felt the same as you.

Within the space of a breath, your lips crashed together. The kiss was desperate and needy and fucking good. He pulled you onto his lap with ease, his lips not so much as parting from yours. You were all over each other, hands and lips exploring every bit of skin they could find. Draken’s hands were rough and warm, but his touch was so gentle it sent a shiver down your spine.

You leaned further into him, your core pressing against his solid thighs. You were surprised by the gasp that left your mouth. The thin fabric of your leggings was nothing against the texture of his jumpsuit. Your hips rolled again, moaning softly against his lips. Draken responded instantly, his hands finding your hips.

“Feel good?” his voice was barely a whisper. If you weren’t so close to him, you never would have heard it.

“Mmhmm,” you whimpered, your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.

“Don’t stop,” he replied, breathless. His lips reattached to yours as his hands guided your hips over his thigh. You continued mindlessly, grinding against his thigh without an ounce of shame. It felt too fucking good to care. In that moment, you could think of nothing but your pleasure.

The world seemed to cease outside the two of you. All that mattered was the taste of him and the pleasure blooming in your lower stomach. You weren’t even surprised when you found yourself close to the edge.

“Dra- nghh - Draken,” you gasped, breaking the kiss. Draken pressed his forehead to yours, not wanting you to get too far.

“Just like that, baby, getting yourself all worked up huh?” he cooed, peppering kisses on you. You nodded, responding with whines instead of words. “Let yourself go.” You were cumming as soon as the words left his lips. It was a fire through your veins, spreading pleasure through your entire body.

“Yeah that’s it, good girl,” Draken murmured against your neck. You collapsed against him, breathing ragged. You should feel good, relaxed, but your heart began hammering in your chest.

What did you just do? You stiffened, panic seized your body as the buzz of your orgasm wore off. Hooking up with your dead ex’s best friend? What the fuck was wrong with you? You pulled away, startling Draken.

“I have to go.” You practically fell out of his lap, scrambling to find the door.

“Y/n wa-”

“I’m sorry I- fuck, I-,” the words came out in a senseless mess, “I can’t I have to go.” You turned on your heel and booked it, unable to bear the way he looked at you.

You were sobbing by the time you hit the sidewalk. You were practically running home, breathless and hiccuping the whole time. You felt like an idiot. The one good thing, the only good thing, in your life fucking ruined. How could you do this to Baji? To Draken? You hated yourself for allowing this to happen.

You somehow made it to your bed, anxious and exhausted. You were consumed by your tears, anger, fear and self pity until, by some grace, you fell into a restless sleep.

***

A few agonizing days passed. You called out of work, faking illness, which wasn’t too hard to fake considering you sounded like shit. You barely moved from your bed, alternating between staring at the ceiling, numb, and sobbing into your pillow. It reminded you of losing Baji, the hurt felt deep in your bones.

The worst part was, the one person you wanted was the person you couldn’t see. When you hurt like this, Draken was the only person who could heal your wounds. And now because you couldn’t contain yourself, you lost that. The weight of it sat so heavily on your chest you could barely breathe.

A week later there was a knocking at your door. You sighed, exhausted from having showered that morning, and dragged yourself to the front door. You braced yourself for a lashing from your landlord. You forgot to pay rent on time. Again.

Your knees buckled when you found Draken’s frame filling your doorway.

“We need to talk,” he stated, stepping into your place before you could protest. His voice was calm and unreadable. You sat across from him on the couch, anxiety settling like a stone in your stomach.

Draken surprised you by saying, “I’m sorry.” You stared for a few moments and he continued in your silence, “I shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean to push you like that.” Hurt seeped into his voice. Or maybe it was regret. You cringed.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you replied quickly, wanting to absolve him of the guilt. “It’s my fault. I fucked this all up.”

“Nothing’s fucked up,” Draken scowled, “Don’t fucking give up on me like that. Just talk to me.”

You just started talking because if you thought about it, you’d never get a thing out. “I’m sor- I mean fuck - I don’t know what came over me. When we, um,” you paused, blushing under the weight of his eyes, “did that, I was just shocked I guess. Not because of you or anything you, you were good - I mean - uh well you know. I just didn’t expect to… want that or to, like, enjoy it.” You stopped, cheeks thoroughly red at this point. You collected yourself for a final few words, “I felt… guilty I guess. For liking it. I haven’t been with anyone since Baji. I felt wrong, but it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. At all.”

Draken was silent as you spoke, his response impossible to gauge. Finally, with his eyes on his hands, he spoke. “I hooked up with a girl a couple months after Emma died. I was depressed and drunk as shit. I really wasn’t in the right mind then. This girl approached me at the bar and I ended up at her place. I felt fucking disgusting after. Nothing against her, it wasn’t her fault. How could she have known, ya know? But I just felt like such a piece of shit. I thought I was never gonna feel good about someone again,” he looked up, eyes locking on yours, “And then you walked in my garage.”

He held your gaze for a few moments, letting his words settle over you. He continued, “I was surprised by how much I wanted it, too. Then when you ran of like that, fuck, I was so scared y/n. I thought I ruined everything. This past week I’ve been a fucking mess. Inui’s on my ass and everything. All I wanted to do was see you but I didn’t wanna make shit worse.”

You didn’t know what to say, but you knew you hated seeing Draken hurt. You threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly as tears spilled from both of your eyes. “‘M sorry Daken, and don’t tell me not to apologize,” you mumbled, “Shouldn’t have run like that.”

Draken held you like he could lose you, fiercely but cautiously. Like at any moment you could disappear. “Didn’t do anything wrong,” he replied, breath fanning across your neck, “Just missed you so much. Don’t wanna lose you.”

It was easier for you to talk like this, feeling him close to you and not having to look at him. “Draken, I… I like you, a lot. So much it kinda fucking scares me. I don’t even know what to do.”

Draken pulled back just enough so he could look at you. You couldn’t help it, your eyes fell to your lap. Draken tsked, “Hey, come on, it's me angel. Look at me.” His voice was too soft to ignore. You held his gaze, your stomach fluttering.

“I don’t know what I’m doing either,” he replied, his thumb rubbing small circles on your back, “This is all new to me. But I know there isn’t anyone else I’d rather figure it out with.” He kissed away a tear sliding down your cheek. “I want you,” his lips ghosted across your skin as he spoke, “If you’ll have me.”

“I want you Kenny,” you murmured, locking your arms around his neck. He kissed you once, twice. Pulling back each time with a tender smile. “Take me to bed.” And so he did, lifting with the same ease as when he lifted that bike all those weeks ago. Your legs locked around his waist as he carried back to your room.

Draken set you down on your bed gently, taking just a second to smile down at you before climbing on top of you. You welcomed the weight of his body on yours, sturdy and strong. The press of his chest on yours, his thighs caging you in, his rough palms running up and down your sides. It all intoxicated you.

You needed more of him, wanting to feel his skin on yours. You were sick of there being any barrier to his warmth, even if it was just t shirts. “Tryna get me naked, huh?” Draken smirked at you frantically trying to find the hem of his shirt.

“Maybe,” you shot back, yanking it half way off him. Draken chuckled as he pulled it all the way and tossed it to the floor. Your eye scanned his muscular body, feeling your thighs instinctively rub together. Then you saw something that surprised you, a scar on his lower stomach. You ran your finger over it, the skin slightly raised. “What’s this?”

“Stab wound scar,” Draken responded, as if that was a perfectly normal response. Your stomach dropped, remembering how Baji died. You hated seeing this, knowing Draken got hurt. Knowing how vulnerable he could be.

“I’m wrapping you in bubble wrap,” you replied.

Draken laughed, “I thought you wanted me naked.”

“Hmm,” you faked thinking, “Naked, then bubble wrap.” You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his scar. While you were there you kissed up his body, Draken’s eyes sparking with lust as he watched. Once your lips found his again, he was back in motion. Draken got to work on your clothes, stripping off your top and bra with only the slightest break in the kiss to get your shirt over your head. He kissed down your neck, pausing occasionally to suck on the spots that made you squirm.

He found your breasts, taking one in his mouth while attending to the other his hands. His calloused touch raised goosebumps on your skin pulled soft moans from your lips. He spent his time there working you up, before kissing down your body. You watched with bated breath as he slid your legging and underwear off your legs.

“Shit baby,” he mumbled, “S’wet for me and I’ve barely touched ya.” He ran finger through your wetness, making your hips buck slightly, desperate to have the ache satiated. Draken licked his lips, watching you clench around nothing. “Gonna have to prep you for me angel, that okay?” He was smirking, knowing you’d never say no.

“Please Draken,” you whined. Draken obliged, licked a stripe of your pussy.

“So sweet,” he murmured before getting to work. Draken wasn’t shy, eating you out with an enthusiasm that made you blush. He was messy, tongue and lips everywhere, working you up with ease. His lips landed on your clit, sucking lightly. You gasped, your hands sliding into his dark hair.

“Kennie,” you moaned as he slid a finger into your needy pussy. Draken was spurred on by his name on your lips, curling his finger inside you to keep those pretty noises coming. After a few moments he slid another in, giving you a nice stretch. Your fingernails raked across his scalp, making his cock throb. He wanted to be inside you so bad, but he wasn’t a man who didn’t finish what he started.

“Gonna cum on my tongue angel?” he questioned, not even giving you a second to answer before returning to your pussy. You opened your mouth to reply, but it was swallowed up by moans as your pussy throbbed around his fingers. Sweet warmth flooded your body as you came, Draken eagerly licking up every last bit as you did. When he finally came up for air he wore a coy grin, his lips and chin shining from your release.

You pulled him in the back of his neck, your mouths crashing together. You kissed sloppily, tasting yourself on him. Even though you just came, you wanted him so bad it ached. “Need you,” you said breathlessly against his skin.

“I got you angel,” Draken whispered back, leaning back to rid himself of the rest of his clothes. Draken naked was truly a sight to be seen. He looked like some sort of sculpture, his skin taught across his muscles. His cock hung heavy between his thighs. He was as big as promised. “You’re staring,” Draken smiled.

You blushed, which only made Draken smile wider. “Sorry. Can’t help it.”

“Love when you blush like that. So fucking pretty f’me” Draken said, peppering kisses from your chest, to your cheeks, to your lips.

“Need to feel you in me Kennie,” you mumbled, looking at him in a way that made him melt and heat up at the same time.

“Gonna go nice ‘n slow okay? And tell me if it hurts,” he said, taking his cock in his hand. He lined himself up to you, his tip ghosting against your sensitivity. Draken pressed a kiss to your forehead as he pressed the tip into your tightness. “Shit,” Draken hissed, “So fucking tight for me angel.”

Your hands gripped at the sheets as he pushed further into you. It didn’t hurt, necessarily, but it was a strange sensation to have your body opening up for someone. When he finally got himself fully in, you felt so full it was almost enough to make you cum again right then and there. Draken looked at you for permission to move, which you gave him with a nod. He moved his hips slowly at first, both for you and him. It has been a while for him too and he was trying not to bust too soon.

“Fuck, pretty girl, squeezing me so good,” He moaned, his head falling back slightly. His fingers laced through yours as he picked up his pace. Any bit of discomfort melted away to pure pleasure. Each roll of his hips brought you closer to the edge and Draken could tell.

“Ken- ngh- nie, shit you feel so good.” Your voice was breathless and needed. You could feel Draken throb in response.

“Look at me baby, wanna see you,” Draken instructed softly. Your eyes connected to his and they were so full of love it took your breath away. The intimacy of it all sent you over the edge. Your back arched off the bed, pushing you ever closer to him. You moaned his name, feeling this orgasm that was somehow better than the first one consume you. Seeing you like this chipped away at the last of Draken’s willpower. He came with you, the warmth of his release filling you. He slowed himself, letting you both enjoy every last bit of this moment.

When you were both fully spent, Draken pulled out of you gently, breathing heavy on the bed next to you. He pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head as you nuzzled into the warmth of his skin. The room fell into silence as the two of you caught your breath.

“What do you think Baji and Emma are thinking right now?” you asked. You weirdly did not feel guilty. This with Draken felt so right you couldn’t feel bad about it. You knew Baji would have wanted you to move on anyways.

It may have been weird to bring up your dead exs after sex with anyone else, but Draken just laughed, holding you closer. “They’re just happy our dumbasses finally realized we’re in love.”

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LINK: Goodbye Was Not Our End (pt. 3)

Something about their meeting had been bugging him. It wasn’t the meeting itself, although the awkward air had left something to be desired. It was Damian himself, it was like Jon was now seeing him differently. It could have just been because of the time passed, something past physical appearance, but whatever it was kept a hold onto him for the rest of the day.

He picked Laurel up from the daycare center and let her watch a movie in the meantime, while he attempted to sort himself out.

There was something there and he would not be able to sort it out by himself. He went into his room after double checking Laurel’s activity, and dialed Kathy.

“How did it go?” The words were said the moment she picked up.

“ I also accept hello, how are you, and good evening.” He said, a teasing note in his voice.

“That’s bull, I helped your disastrous fashion choices and you promised me the details on your estranged famous pop star bestie.”

“It went…okay. I can’t tell if it was more for closure than anything, but we’re going to meet up again.” Jon sighed, putting the phone on speaker and laying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

”Well, that’s good, right?” A rustle of papers and a pencil scratching something out on them accompanied her words. ”Even if y’all can’t get back to where ya once were, it can still be turned back into a relationship that means something again.”

Jon exhaled, fidgeting with his hands. “There was something off about it, almost like I noticed too much and too little at the same time. It felt so good to be back together, you know?”

“Reunion euphoria.” Kathy summarized. *”What was the biggest thing you noticed about him?”

“Well, it faded, I guess, and became awkward.” Jon scratched his scalp gently. “Um, I guess it would have to be his overall physical look.”

”Hmm. Describe it to me?” Kathy sounded almost… amused? No, that couldn’t be right.

“He was taller, but still way shorter than me. Nothing’s changed there.” He chuckled fondly. “All of his features were shared now, an adult’s face. My parents would say that he looks just like his mom.”

“Wasn’t his mom, like, the most beautiful in the world, according to both your parents?”

Jon sputtered, tips of his ears going red. “W-well, i mean-”

“And didn’t you have a crush on him early on before…I hate to disrespect the dead, but that bitch?”

“I don’t see what that has to do with anything.” he glowered at the phone from his vantage point on the bed.

”Jon, I think what’s going on here is that you realized he had a glow-up.” Kathy’s voice definitely had a tinge of amusement and it caused the other boy to scowl.

“S’not like he needed one to begin with.” The mutter was still picked up from the other end and caused the girl to laugh, the sound coming a bit staticy.

”There’s your proof, bestie. Look, it doesn’t mean something has to come from it. Objectively speaking, you’re not half bad yourself, and I'm not trying to date you.”

Jon groaned, shoving a pillow on his face. “I don’t like adulting, Kath, take me back to, like, elementary.”

She snorted. ”It’s not that bad. Look, focus on rebuilding your friendship, getting somewhere is the first step. If you need me to pick up Laurel one of these days, you know I'm always happy to be Aunt Kathy with the angel.”

“Mkay.” He took the pillow from his face and stared at the ceiling. “I’ll let you know. Thanks, Kathy.”

“Of course. Who else would help you sort out your disastrous life?” She laughed on the other end. “Take care of yourself, talk later.”

The call ended and Jon was left with more confusion than before.

Jon_Kent

Hey

ROBIN_Official

Jon_Kent

It was rlly good to c u again

Ik u said we could meet up again

And i thought it might be easier to have my number?

Its xxx-xxx-xxxx

ROBIN_Official is typing…

Unknown number

Its damian hi

Im free next wednesday

Awesome same plac as last time

Yeah, sounds good. Same time?

Sure sounds good. Cya then ^^

See you then!

Gradually, the visits became regular weekly events, the old, crumbled bond being the foundation for a new tentative relationship to be built on top, not quite what it once was, but something healing under the bandaid. Every meeting and visit, the long missed conversations lasting well into the nights was a new stitch in the gash.

Damian became D, then Damian again, before Dames, and Dame and over the few months, it became Dami again, affectionate and sweet.

The stiffness faded, and they fell into an easy new rhythm none were willing to break. The subject of their past was a dark, locked chest in the top shelf, gathering dust. Opening it would be Pandora’s box, but it was entirely necessary.

Both were unwilling to bring the subject up again, not wanting to let the past break them again. It was costing the both of them, Damian from guilt, and Jon feeling like he was hiding a vital part of his life.

About three months had passed from their first meeting in October, and they were now in the middle of January. Laurel would be two soon, and Damian had no idea she existed. Jon kept meaning to mention her, but what do you tell your old best friend about something like this?

Oh yeah, so I didn’t tell you in the few months we’ve been meeting that I have a child! Her mom is the same person who destroyed our friendship!

No. Absolutely not .

This was such an important part of him that he wanted to share, something that he was so proud of. Overwhelming everything else, however, was that same old feeling of fear and worry. They’d worked so hard to get where they were now, despite not having it in them to talk about the roadblocks.

It would be fine, right?

Damian stood out in front of the cafe, scanning the crowds for Jon. The lunch rush hit their quaint little meet-up spot like no other, and with how regularly they came, the wait staff was not above holding tables for them.

Their normal server, a perky high school kid with a green and pink ponytail grinned at him, two menus in her hands.

“Afternoon, Mr. Wayne! You and Mr. Kent want your normal table?”

Damian nodded, lighting up as he saw Jon’s head of curls bobbing in the sea of people. He waved his hand and Jon appeared, grinning at both of them.

“Hey, Dames! Dalia.” They followed the waitress as she led them to a table outside, known by most of the staff as their table.

“I’ll bring you two your usual drinks?” She waited for confirmation, scribbling it down on a notepad as they gave it and rushing away.

“Oh my god, Dames,” Jon blurted out as Dalia left. “You will never believe what I heard walking into the Planet this week,”

Damian grinned, leaning forward as if they were two schoolgirls in the courtyard, letting Jon blabber on about the latest gossip.

“And then after she said that, Jen got so mad, I told Kath and she says that they’ve definitely got something going on there-”

Two glasses were placed on the table in front of them, Jon pausing in the retelling to look up at the person standing there.

Another high school kid with dark red curls and brown skin, a direct contrast to their usual server, and held a notepad in one hand.

“Dalia got held up with another table, but I can go ahead and take your order.”

“Thank you Hayden!” Jon chirped with a quick glance at the name tag, before ratting off their usual order, looking at Damian for confirmation.

He nodded quickly and Hayden scribbled it down before dashing off to a different table.

“Alright, that’s my fill of workplace gossip, you got anything for the table?” He sipped his sweet tea and waited.

“Well, Skylar’s 3rd graders absolutely destroyed all the paints and Akira has this weird guy who shows up like every other day, hates books and tries to hit on them but gets a latte so they can't tell him anything. Dick’s been taking his gymnastics classes much too seriously and Jason sends videos of him hanging off things that he shouldn’t be with Father begging him to get off.”

Jon snorted. “Little brothers.”

“Indeed.” Damian sighed. “My older child complex is going insane, I’ve gotten the urge to drive all the way back down there to full name the both of them.”

He laughed, remembering what a mother hen Damian had been as a teen. The other man watched fondly, drinking in the sight of his joy and the song of it ringing in his ears.

Their food was dropped off by Dalia, and they continued their conversation. They had definitely gone over their normal time, and neither seemed to notice, until Jon’s phone began to ring. He ignored it, but it persisted, and looking sheepish, he answered.

“Hello?”

The grin dropped and a horrified expression came over his face. Damian reached over, mouthing a question.

”Are you okay?”

Jon shook his head near violently, standing up and shoving his phone in his pocket. “I’m so sorry, Dames, but i gotta go-”

“No, no, that’s fine, but what's going on? Are you okay?” Damian tugged on his sleeve, concerned.

“Iforgottopickupmydaughter.” He wrenched his arm from his grasp and jogged off, leaving Damian slack jawed in the back of the little cafe.

“He has a daughter ?”

Jon bolted into the daycare, having broken several traffic laws to get there in under ten minutes. There were still some kids and parents there, Laurel sitting alone in a chair too big for her, legs swinging.

“Hey, hey Princess, I’m so sorry-” He bent to her level, cupping her face. She was surprisingly calm about it, unlike what he would have been as a child.

“It’s okay.” She said finally. “Grown-ups come back.”

Jon was on the verge of tears, laughing weakly. “That’s right, Laurel, I’ll always come back. Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

A few minutes later, as they were driving to the apartment, his daughter’s voice spoke up, smaller than he’d ever heard it.

“Why didn’t Mama come back?”

The car nearly swerved, and Jon breathed in, steadying himself. The rest of the way was silent until he parked, and turned back.

“Mama…isn’t here anymore. She can’t come back.”

“Is she…in the stars now?”

she didn’t deserve the stars. Jon chose his next words carefully, taking a minute of silence.

“Not exactly. She’s just…gone. She didn’t go to the stars, but she can’t come back either.”

He unlocked the car, getting out to open Laurel’s door and bring her down from her carseat that she insisted on unbuckling herself.

“Okay.” She said finally. “That’s okay.”

Something in his heart twisted painfully, and he swung her up into his arms. “How about we have some dinner now, okay?”

Admittedly, he’d forgotten all about why he’d been late to begin with. He’d just started a movie with Laurel half asleep on his side when his phone lit up, heart dropping to his stomach in dread.

Dami 💚

Would you care to explain

why you didn’t tell me you had a daughter?

I’m not mad

Really

Sorry

I didn’t want to scare you off

That was wrong of me

I want to explain.

Everything.

Are you free this weekend?

I can make time

Same place?

Yes, see you then

“So.” Damian brought the cup to his lips. It was earlier then they would normally meet, and the chilly air had prompted them both to order warm drinks.

“So.” Jon nibbled on his bottom lip.“I owe you like, the world’s biggest explanation.”

The other man laughed, Jon shutting his eyes and letting the familiar sound ring in his ears. He kept his hands around the cup, feeling the warmth seep through the ceramic.

“That you do. You don’t have to tell me anything you’re uncomfortable with, but I'd like to have a general gist of what happened.”

Jon breathed in and opened his eyes, and began to talk.

“We didn’t break up when I moved to Metropolis, which I'm sure you know. After the summer, in my first year of college, she came back, and we picked up where we had left off. I knew I should have broken it off, because even though we hit our…roadblock, I could still hear your voice. You were always right to me back then, even when you were wrong.”

His laugh was awful, a small chuckle filled with bitterness.

“That was one thing I always hoped to be wrong about.” Damian whispered, long eyelashes brushing his bronze skin. Jon took a small sip from his cup and continued.

“Two years and we were twenty. It should have been enough, but something kept me there, and she always insisted that she loved me. I was so close to breaking it off, I had finally had enough. But that’s when she told me she was pregnant. I couldn’t just leave her like that, my parents would have killed me. We eloped, cut a cake, and stayed here. We were so young, D. Too young.

“Then the baby was born. She had just turned twenty-one, and after a bit, didn’t want a baby. I didn’t understand, she’d carried the child, our child, decided to keep it, and after the novelty wore off, she was ready to give up. I was alternating between full parenting and classes because she didn’t want to parent.”

Damian was catching on slightly, still curious about the past tense. How, how had the boy he’d once known, full of sunshine and sharp edges, soft but capable, had gone through hardships like this.

“It was a Friday and I was so done. She left the baby and went out and trust me, I was absolutely pissed. There was a knock on the door, and I must have looked like the dead, answering the door with a Met U hoodie, a baby in one arm and a bottle in the other. I saw the officer and I knew. There was no way that it could have been anything else.”

He was silent, swallowing the lump in his throat. “It wasn’t love, not anymore. I wonder if it had ever been, really. But still, I held out hope. Some kind of hope that maybe we could save it, have some kind of family. She died on impact, which made me feel somewhat better. I was torn up over it for a while, but I had my parents, and Kathy. They helped with the baby a lot.”

“Car crash?” Damian whispered. He was all too familiar with those.

Jon’s face scrunched up in what seemed to be-

No, no. couldn’t be.

Slight amusement?

“In a way.” He said slowly. Damian waited for him to go on, filled with confusion. “It was a bus.”

“The bus crashed?”

“No…no she was hit with it.”

“She was hit…with a bus ?” Damian squawked.

“I mean, there were a bunch of other people but she was front and center. It was speeding and there was something wrong with the driver.” Jon hid his face with his cup, watching Damian gawk at him. After a few minutes, right as Damian took a sip from his own, he remarked with a raised brow,

“Ironic, isn’t it?”

Tea was spit everywhere and Jon cackled, Damian’s coughs turning into shaky laughter.

“Jonathan Samuel Kent, what would your mother say?” he sputtered.

“Oh, she agrees. She never thought she was good for me.” Jon handed him, still chuckling as Damian sopped up the mess. “Took me awhile to see it in that light, but I recognize she was hurting me in more ways than one, and though no one ever deserves death, I’m not torn up about it anymore.”

Damian smiled softly at him, hand reaching across the table to touch his. “I’m so sorry that we weren’t there for each other when these things happened. I’m here now, and so are you, and we’re friends now, I think. We’re going to build what we had back up, and I have a feeling it will be better than before. No more secrets?”

Jon moved to grip his hand like they used to when they were children

“No more secrets.”

The shorter man leaned back, lips turning up in fondness. “Now that that’s out of the way, tell me about your daughter!”

Jon brightened, immediately letting go to whip out his phone. “Oh, gosh, Dami, I've got so many pictures! Her name is Laurel, she’s almost two, and she has the fluffiest curls-”

He rambled on and on, Damian soaking it in and cooing over the pictures. Laurel, it seemed, took much more after her father, with her long dark curls and bright blue eyes, small smattering of freckles over her nose. The only trace of the child’s mother was the slightly tanned skin, a lovely mix of features creating an absolutely adorable child.

“When can I meet her?” He blurted out in the middle of one of Jon’s stories. If possible, the beam grew brighter, and Jon nearly bounced in his seat.

“Literally whenever. I can bring her here, or you could come to the apartment, or i could bring her when you meet Kathy-”

“The apartment sounds good.” He said quietly, stopping the ongoing chatter. “Her ground, and besides, I'd like to see it.”

They both stood, the taller one bumping his shoulder with the smaller one’s. “I’ll text you the details?”

“Sounds good.” They watched each other, before settling into a warm hug, speaking of sorrow and a small hope for renewal.

They broke apart and went their separate ways, content and peace drifting over them. They were starting again. They were starting again, and this time, they’d both make sure it would be the last time.

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