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whatif-animagineblog · 3 years ago

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Safe With Me

Requests/Prompts: The aftermath of Ezra and the gang saving the reader and just helping to clean them up. + 'Fall asleep in same bed, on opposite sides, wake up in each others arms.' and 'Fingertips brushing hair from your face.' and “If I asked you to stay, would you?” Requested By: Anonymous & @katesparkscreativity; sorry this took so long!

Pairing: Ezra Standish x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence, guns and blood, but not graphic.

Word Count: 1.8k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire Mag7 Taglist: None - let me know if you want to be added.

Your eyes studied the figures across the barn as they paced back and forth. Two inside, two outside, all armed. You winced a bit as you twisted your wrists, continuously trying to loosen your binds, even as they dug into your skin. You tried to breath steadily through your nose as the cloth over your mouth seemed to only get tighter the longer you waited.

The sky was getting darker outside, as the sun began to set. You knew the boys would wait until dark to come get you, but you felt time was dragging on slower than ever.

One of the men by the door eyed you, you glared at him in response. He was just one of the lackeys, paid to take a hostage, which unfortunately turned out to be you.

Your whole body stilled as you heard a noise outside the barn just behind you. You listened intently. Another noise. A footstep. Was it the men outside doing a perimeter check, or had the boys shown up to get you out?

Your answer came as a gunshot came from outside, followed by more, and the sound of fighting. The two men inside pointed their guns at the door, waiting for someone to enter.

As the door swung open, you threw yourself down as close to the ground as you could. A few gunshots later, you felt someone grab you. You prepared to fight back, until you heard Ezra's voice in your ear telling you to run.

Getting up, you stumbled as Ezra dragged you out and behind the nearby stable. He took the gag from your mouth and cut your binds before he met your eyes. "You alright?" He asked as his eyes scanned around.

You nodded, "Yes."

"Good." He reached down and grabbed your hand. "We're going to the hotel, alright?"

You nodded and your grip tightened around his hand. A moment later, he fired a cover shot as you both ran behind one of the stores, and towards the hotel. Your body and head ached as you ran, but you pushed down the pain.

Darting into the hotel, Ezra took your hand again as he pulled you up the stairs and into a specific room. Once you were in, he locked the door and checked the window. You both sat in silence as you waited.

Ezra's hand ripped around his gun as he saw a shadowed figure move towards the hotel. A few moments passed before Ezra let out a breath. It had been Vin, signalling Ezra it was all clear. "Alright, it's done for now."

You did not question him, instead just nodding your head, trusting he must know what's happening.

Ezra looked over at you, and finally got a good look at you. You were disheveled, covered in dirt. You had blood streaked across your temple, and your hands were bloodied from fighting back against the men. Red marks circled your wrist were the ropes binding you had dug into your skin. You gripped your side, so he assumed they had hurt you even more so. He felt anger grip his chest as he clenched his gun.

Setting it down, he went to the bathroom, grabbing a towel, he wet it, before going to sit beside you. You felt your body stiffen a bit as he sat close beside you. He placed his finger under your chin and gently moved your head so he could look at the cut on your temple.

As he gently dabbed the cut, cleaning it, you wrung your hands nervously. "What now?" You asked, wanting to cut through the silence, and closeness of your bodies.

"Those men are mostly likely dead, or locked up in the jail. The leader of this so called gang will probably find out by tomorrow. So for tonight, we lay low, you stay here, and it'll all be over tomorrow. Hopefully."

You nodded, though you heard the uncertainty in his voice. You looked over at him and met his eyes, you saw him hesitate for a second as he seemed to be unable to look away. Slowly, he leaned up, his finger tips gently brushed across your face as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. He froze, his hands rested there for a moment, before he cleared his throat a bit, he finally forced himself to look down at your hands.

Gently, he took them in his own, as he looked over your scraped knuckles. He smiled lightly to himself, knowing you must have done some damage before you had been taken.

Ezra's hands were soft, which did not surprise you. His touch was gentle as he wiped your hands clean. You knew you could have done this yourself, as did he, but there was something intimate about him doing it himself.

You and Ezra found yourself stuck in moments of tension before. Whenever you were alone, and your eyes met, in moments like this when you were closer than was necessary. But something always seemed to break the tension, and you pulled away from each other.

But now, both of you seemed to make sure it lasted. Ezra didn't need to stay, didn't need to help clean you up. He could have left, he probably should.

Ezra glanced out the window before letting out a breath. "You should get some rest." His voice held a hint of resignation. He didn't want to leave you. You could feel it.

You were tired, your body exhausted. You nodded, feeling a hint of disappointment. Ezra rose and looked out the windows again, as you slipped off your shoes, you lied back against the pillows.

You watched him for a moment. "Are you sure they wont find out about what happened? Or where I am?" You asked softly.

You were afraid of this, afraid they might come to kill you out of revenge, or to take you again. But a part of you was also trying to find a reason to get Ezra to stay.

Ezra, turned and studied your face. He could see the anxiety in your eyes, but it was paired with something else he couldn't quite place, though he had an idea it was similar to his own thoughts.

"Do you want someone to watch the hotel?" He asked softly.

You paused for a moment, your heart beating heavily as your question formed in your head. You were unsure of how to ask, or if you should. But speaking softly as you continued to fiddle with your hands, you did ask.

"If I asked you to stay, would you?"

Ezra felt his chest tighten, as he watched you. You finally looked up, meeting his eyes.

A soft smile spread across his face as he nodded. "I'll stay. Just in case. You'll be safe with me."

A smile ghosted your lips briefly as you nodded. "I know."

He looked at the bed before looking around the room, there was no where for him to sit or sleep. You could see the idea forming in his head. "It's alright, Ezra." You said as he looked back at you. "I don't want you to sleep on the floor."

Both your's and Ezra's heart were pumping heavily in your chests as you lied side by side. The bed was designed for two people but it felt small. You could feel every movement the other made, as you lingered close to each other, but never touching.

You lied in the darkness for a while, every noise seemed ten times louder than it actually was. Both of you focusing on the mixed tension. The possibility of someone finding you in the hotel, the closeness of your bodies as you lied side by side. Eventually, after a while, you both fell asleep. Back to back, but both comforted by the other's company.

As the morning light lit up the hotel room, you felt yourself wake from a dream that faded from memory as soon as you opened your eyes. Your face was pressed against something warm, and for a few moments, you tried to place were you were.

The hotel. Everything came flooding back to you. And as you slowly moved your head back, your heart seemed to implode as you came face to face with a slumbering Ezra.

His arms were wrapped around you, holding you close to him. How long had you been like this? No wonder you were so comfortable.

Anxiety coursed through you, as your face burned a bit hotter. What should you do? Should you pull away? Would that wake him?

Before you could decide, a knock back to the door, and you suddenly remembered more about what happened.

Ezra's eyes shot open at the noise, before his eyes locked with yours. He looked down, realizing you had been in his arms.

As another knock came to the door, Ezra knew he had to ignore it for now as he reached over and grabbed his gun. Looking back at you, he nodded, and you softly called out. "Who is it?"

"It's Vin." You felt relief wash over you, but it was quickly replaced by an odd sense of embarrassment. What if he walked in? What would he think?

"Are you alright?" His voice came through.

"Yeah, I'm alright." You called out.

"Okay, just checking. When you're ready, come to the saloon alright?"

"Yeah okay."

"Ezra can come too." You could hear the amusement in his voice before you heard his footsteps fade.

You looked at Ezra, who rolled his eyes and shook his head. You felt heat rise up your neck again. He looked over at you, and you saw him wracking his head for what to say.

"Thank you." You muttered out, you looked down and fiddled with the blanket a little. "For staying with me. I felt much safer than- that if I had been alone."

You saw a small smile pull at the corners of his lips as he nodded his head ever-so-slightly. "Of course. I- I would say 'anytime', but I don't want to come off sounding like, well..."

"Buck?" You finished, and he chuckled.

"Exactly." He cleared his throat. He got up off the bed and straightened out his shirt, as he grabbed his jacket. He looked over at you as you got up as well, slipping on your shoes.

"There may be a cacophony of tasteless questions." He said softly as he looked away.

You smiled to yourself as you stood up and faced them. "Let them ask, it's your decision of you want to answer, or let them wonder."

Ezra smiled a bit before he shook his head lightly. "I'd hate them to think I took advantage."

You frowned a bit as you walked over to him. He met your eyes cautiously. "I know you didn't. And I know you wouldn't." You quickly stepped closer, placing a kiss to his cheek, catching him off guard.

You began to walk out the door, "I'll set them straight, don't worry."

Ezra watched as you gave him once last smile and headed out the door. He looked back at the bed and remembered how it felt holding you in his arms.

He tried to push the thought away, but couldn't help wondering if he would get to experience it again. And he couldn't help but hope it would be sooner rather than later.

xx End xx

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whatif-animagineblog · 4 years ago

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Sensory Prompt: The feeling of fingers brushing together by accident

Requested by: “Anonymous”

Note: I had a hard time with this one, because my writing muse decided to go on vacation again, but I hope you like it!

Pairing: Ezra Standish x reader Gender: Any/Neutral

gif made by me

As you leaned against the bar talking to Inez, you were unaware of the man that kept glancing at you from the other side of the bar. He often found himself watching you, but he couldn’t help it.

Your laugh always had a way of making his head whip your direction so fast he would get whiplash. Something Buck never let him live down.

“You’re staring again” Nathan said, smirking

“I am doing no such thing” Ezra replied, quickly dealing cards to his friends

“Ezra why don’t you just go and talk to her” JD budded in as he took a sip of milk and read his cards.

“Now why would I need to do that?” Ezra said casually, tried to force himself to keep his eyes on his cards as a small laugh came from your direction.

JD and Buck shared a look before Nathan cleared his throat “I’m out”

“Me too”

“Yep”

“Well gentlemen, you three are not providing a very good distraction from this boring little town“

Nathan shook his head “Why don’t you go get our refills Ezra”

Ezra looked over at the bar, seeing Inez refilling them next to you, he shuffled his cards as he took a breath “Fine” he said standing “But do not take this as me doing you a favor Mr. Jackson”

As he slowly walked over to the bar, Buck and JD leaned forward, Buck spoke low to the others “Five dollars says he wont do it”

“I’ll take that deal” Nathan spoke up “I have faith”

As Ezra approached the bar he reached forward to grab the tray of drinks, but instead his fingers met yours, as he faltered you turned in surprise “Oh, Ezra, you didn’t have to come get your drinks I was going to bring them to you” you smiled at him, making his heart flutter.

Just then, he realized that his and was still on top of yours, pulling it away, he managed to find his words just in time to avoid an awkward encounter “Oh, well, there is no need for that, though I do appreciate it” he paused for a moment “How are you Y/n? I haven’t had the chance to speak to you in recent days” he lied, knowing full well it was because he had been avoiding you, afraid he would say something embarrassing.

“Oh, I’m fine, though it is true that I was beginning to think you were avoiding me Mr Standish”

“I would never” he replied, feigning offense “I’m sorry you thought that”

He could see a twinkle in your eye telling him that you didn’t quiet believe him, he cleared his throat “How about I make it up to you?”

“Now how would you do that?”

“How about dinner this evening?” he was surprised by his own words, and began to panic, but when you smiled at him his fear began to fade.

“Alright Ezra, I’ll take you up on that”

Inez glanced between the two of you before taking the tray of drinks as the two of you stared at each other, un-noticing of her movements. As she approached the boys table and began setting their drinks down, she could see that they were desperately trying to hear what was going on.

Buck grabbed Inez’s wrist “What’s happening between those two?”

Inez leaned down, the boys leaning closer “He asked her out to dinner and she said yes” she smiled, having known how much you liked Ezra.

The boys all silently cheered “Now, don’t forget Buck, you owe me five dollars” Nathan said, catching his attention.

Buck’s joy left his face as it was quickly replaced with realization “Aw, dammit!”

Again, I really suck at endings XD

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