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collectivecloseness · 1 year

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Eddie thinking you’ve been ignoring him all day

Eddie Munson x Reader

(Tw: needles)

Eddie was sulking in bed, one pillow between his knees, the other crushed in between his arms, with his cheek flat against it.

Why hadn’t you called? You said you would.

Eddie Munson had such a crush on you. You were his best friend, but he really, really, really liked you... He had for a while.

You two had only managed to hang out for just under an hour yesterday, which was way less than usual. But since you had to leave to go socialise with your other friends, you promised to call Eddie today. ‘First thing in the morning’ you’d said, with the caveat of ‘if you’re up’, smiling playfully at him.

But it was now 3 pm and Eddie was lying face down on his bed, not even listening to music, or reading, he was just laying there, waiting.

Eddie had even called you four times today and no response, but your phone did ring. There was no way you were still asleep. Normally he’d just crawl through your window. He did that a lot. But yesterday you kept saying that you were ‘just tired’ when you two hung out, with the small time you had.

Maybe you didn’t want to see him?

Eddie clenched both pillows tighter, his body curling in on itself. He was always worried about this. Maybe people had finally gotten to you about him being a... a freak.

But no... you wouldn’t fall for that. You wouldn’t believe them, would you? You wouldn’t stop seeing him just to get people to like you more, gain back some of the social status you lost becoming friends with him.

But you said you were fine, you still had pretty much all your friends, who just scowled at Eddie and badmouthed him to you, but didn’t avoid you because of it. And you said you had your ‘true friends’, the ones who didn’t care about you and Eddie, and you said you had him! You said as long as you had that, you’d be happy...

Eddie rolled over, rubbing his legs together like crickets, before dejectedly kicking his bottom pillow off the bed since it’d gotten partly lost anyways, just squeezing his pillow tighter between his bitten fingernails. Trying not to punch it, because he’d been punching the pillow when it was curled against his stomach earlier, and he’d only hurt himself doing it. Punching the pillow didn’t make him feel any better. He just wanted you.

And then, the phone rang.

Eddie ran through the hospital doors, nearly breaking the automatic ones at the entrance, and he skidded to a halt at the board with directions of each ward, bouncing on his feet as he quickly read. Even though his eyes were slightly blurry from adrenaline, he could still read the large “4” meaning that your ward was an elevator ride up.

Eddie couldn’t give a shit about people staring at him as he ran through the hospital, crashing into every wall he took a corner through. It was a hospital, if there was anywhere people should understand someone running, it was here!

As Eddie finally thrust open your door, his panting breath finally became audible in his own ears, as he finally took a look at you. Staring up at him, in a hospital gown, an IV in your arm, but still smiling.

Eddie ran over to your side, but sat gently on your bed, carefully taking up your closest hand in his, avoiding the needle in it. And his deep brown eyes locked on yours. “Sweetheart, what happened?”

Eddie called you sweetheart sometimes. You didn’t mind, and he glared at anyone who seemed to find it odd until they backed down. And even though your mom had rang Eddie on your behalf, explaining to him that you were pretty much fine, Eddie still needed to ask you a million and one questions. All as he gently held you hand, doing all his best to not hurt you more.

You squeezed back Eddie’s hand, letting him know he was okay, as you shuffled further up the bed to sit up. “I’m fine, I’m sorry about all this.”

Eddie shook his head immediately, shuffling just like you did, but closer to you. His other hand stroking up and down the back of your wrist, holding your hand in his lap “No, no. What happened y/n?” Eddie looked down to your leg he could see clearer now under the hospital blanket. He didn’t even worry he’d be caught staring at your legs, especially in a robe that was a bit too short for you, because it was glaringly obvious he was staring at the big bandage wrapped around your calf.

“So basically, I woke up super early in the morning because I was feeling sick.” You saw Eddie’s body shuffling again, fidgeting, and you gave him a smile that was on the more humorous side of self-pitying, but still marginally annoyed at the whole situation. “But I was so tired, it was like, 4:30, and I only got back from Ellen’s at like 1 last night. So when I was carrying the bottle of medicine I kinda... slipped. And fell on the bottle. On the glass bottle.” You looked at Eddie pointedly, and his head tilted back as he got it now. But quickly his brown eyes went back to your leg, knowing what was under there now, his hand resting stretched on your knee as he observed it.

“Ew. Metal.” He commented, getting you to roll your eyes in agreement. “I know, right? You should’ve seen my bathroom, it looked like a crime scene.”

“You poor mom.”

“Oh she screamed.” You nodded.

Eddie sucked in air through his teeth, in sympathy of your poor leg, as he rubbed your knee.

“Anyway, so apparently the glass was pretty fucking deep, because it wasn’t enough to have stitches, I needed to have a small surgery.”

“SURGERY?!”

Eddie lowered his voice as you shushed him, not wanting a nurse to kick him out. His eyes were bulging out of their skull, shock horror on his face. “No one said anything to me about surgery!”

“It was a small one!” You promised.

“Is there actually such a thing?”

“Yeah!”

Eddie relented with a sigh, picking his head back up to look at you with those puppy dog eyes. His lip bitten in worry.

God, he was so fucking cute!

“But yeah, that only lasted, like, an hour. Not including the wait time, and the prep for surgery, and me waking up and all that shit. And then I didn’t get a single moment to call you or anything, because when I was up the doctors were testing me all day, just because I felt sick this morning. And they wanted to know if I was like, lightheaded, or dizzy or something, if there was any other reason I fell. At least they’re thorough I guess...”

Eddie nodded, deciding to just listen to all you had to say, his hand still rocking on your knee. Touch was very casual between you both anyway (minus occasional heavy beating hearts), plus he was just so glad you genuinely seemed okay. He thought. His head tilted when you finshed speaking, but he still thought that wasn’t enough, for his best friend who was literally describing their journey to the hospital. “...And??”

“Oh! I’m fine! It’s nothing serious.” You smoothed your free hand over the top of his, and you watched Eddie’s eyes go from still slightly worried on yours, to calm and washed over, over your joint hands. “It really was just an accident, and my leg should literally be fine too, the cuts were just a bit too deep for stitches. Plus it looked way worse than it was, I didn’t even stab any part of me inside, so no long lasting injuries or anything.”

“Good... Well I’m glad you didn’t get internally stabbed at least. Just a regular ole stabbing.” Eddie laughed out his nose, his smile only widening, because your smile got bigger when he finally smiled.

“Yeah, just a regular ole stabbing!” You agreed, now knowing that was going to be one of your inside jokes you two repeated all the time, much to the confusion of others. “Now I can join the basketball team, since my leg will be back to its full power.” You teased, knowing Eddie probably would have tackled you onto the bed if it wasn’t for you being injured, especially by the offended, yet very playful, way his eyebrows raised, and his jaw dropped in a smile.

“Don’t you dare. I’ll tell them all about your bathroom that’s soaked cieling to floor in blood. They’ll definitely think I’ve corrupted you.”

“The cieling didn’t get blood on it!” You rebutted, only getting Eddie to laugh, and you to join in response. Both of you rubbing each other’s hands, soothingly, but also self-soothingly. Just because you both wanted to. Because you liked being close.

Eddie’s smile stayed firmly planted on his warm lips. You were okay. You were fine, and you weren’t avoiding him. You didn’t forget him.

Eddie was the first person you’d asked to be called, when you got the opportunity for someone to reach the phone. You’d even told him you felt bad about not being able to call him, that you were worried about him. After all of today, you’d been worried about him, just because you couldn’t call? It made Eddie even more sure he was so right, for being so in love with you.

But you pat Eddie’s hand, with a tad more strength, just to show off how absolutely fine you were, and you even shuffled closer, so your thigh on your injured leg, was touching Eddie’s. “Hey.” You proposed, holding Eddie’s wrist to show he wasn’t going anywhere. “I’ve been in hospital for hours, since 5 this morning. So I think the least you could do is hang out with me all day.”

#really happy to write more Eddie he’s my beloved boy :’) 💕#Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson angst #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson hurt/comfort #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson drabble #anon #ask #stranger things #Eddie Munson fic #1.6k #Eddie Munson/reader

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cupiohearts · 1 year

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HIGHSCHOOL SWEETHEARTS ?! - scara as your highschool boyfriend

he was the most aggresive kid in class. if he wasnt sat right next to you, you would probably never talk to him. he was snappy and cold to everyone else but you were someone who couldnt handle someone not liking you so you talked to him anyways.

he ran away from home when he entered the year so you two often had sleepovers with eachother

scara had taken a weekend job as a cashier to your local fried chicken place to help stabilize himself

after some of your sleepovers you might find money left under your pillow (scara denies his hand in giving you anything)

since scara works at a fried chicken place you two get to binge eat all the fried chicken you want

whenever you fall asleep in class and about to get caught he nudged your leg to wake you up

whenever you dont understand a lesson he makes fun of you at first but then youll find a paper being handed to you at the end of the day with answers and descriptions of how to solve it

one time you gave him a friendship bracelet, you thought he threw it away but then you saw it underneath his layers

whenever he sleeps before you at sleepovers, unintentionally he wraps onto you like a koala and you cant shake him off

you pulled a prank on him once saying that you hit someone with your car and he proceeded to list out ways to not get caught

at night when you two arent together, he would text you randomly at the middle of the night venting about some problems he had

sometimes when he sleeps you can hesr his breathing get heavier while sweat builds on his forehead.

you comfort him on these nights by assuring him nothing will happen to you two

be warned hes might seem like bark no bite but he certainly can bite. this one ginger guy attempted to befriend him but instead of befriending him he landed in a hospital bed.

you scolded scara thoroughly but all he did was click his tongue and say that he didnt like gingers hair

whenever you go shopping together and you want something. he rolls his eyes and says keep moving

suspiciously you always find the thing you want being left under your bed a few weeks after those outings

scara as a boyfriend is so tsundere overall

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #wanderer #wanderer x reader #genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin scaramouche

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callsign-dexter · 5 months

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Together Against the World

Request: ok love bare with me on this plz lol 😂

so I was wondering if you could write a hangman x sister reader?

like maybe the little sister is significantly younger than hangman but after some incident he got full custody of her (you can choose what happened) and maybe the dagger team don’t know until they see him playing with her on the beach so they go over and question him about it and he explains but they are all in shock (because who could not be after seeing someone like Jake with a kid) at first they think the reader is his kid but Jake explains that even though legally you are we are only his sister. Maybe even the reader falls and gets hurt and Jake goes into full on loving parent mode.

maybe the reader is like 5

anyways sorry for the word dump and this is 100% your choice sorry for my bad punctua

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Sister!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, car crash

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Nobody ever thinks that a tragedy could happen to them until it does, they always think “That’ll never happen to me.” but the funny thing about tragedy is that it doesn’t care who you are. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin thought the same way until he got the news that his parents and his 1-year-old sister, you, were in an accident and it had instantly killed his parents and that he needed to come pick his sister up from the hospital in Texas. You had some broken bones and some cuts and bruises but you were ok. Jake had to go to court and fill out paperwork and go before a judge for him to get full custody of you considering that your sister had been in the picture for a while. Besides Jake wouldn’t let anyone else have you after all he was your favorite.

4 years later you were now 5 years old and living your best life with your brother and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Sure, you moved a lot but as long as you had Jake nothing mattered. Jake loves having you around and wouldn’t change a thing and it changed his life for the better. He hadn’t been picking up random chicks from the bar and his drinking was cut down considerably. Not many people knew about you and Jake liked to keep it that way, it was a way to protect you, the only people that knew about you were the ones that needed to know like the higher-ups in the Navy. Jake hated pulling you out of schools and shoving you into new ones but all that would change after this special detachment you had brought it up one night during dinner before the move. Jake had noticed you were quiet and that concerned him since you were a mini version of him.

“Jakey?” You asked as you pushed food around on your plate.

“Yes, Peach?” He asked you, Peach, a nickname that came from you eating and loving peaches.

“Are we ever gonna stay in one place?” You asked him, looking at him with green doe eyes. Jake stopped eating and looked at you.

“I promise after this special detachment I’m putting in a request for a permanent station.” He said and you nodded “Finish your supper and get ready for bed I’ll be up to read to you after I clean up.” He said and you nodded. You both finished and you were off to get ready for bed. As you were getting ready for bed and Jake was cleaning up, he began thinking to himself about how your whole life was uprooted. He hated that you couldn’t grow attached to babysitters or make friends because you ended up moving in a month after getting to the new station. He promised to himself that he would put in a request to stay at Top Gun just so you didn’t have to keep moving around. As he finished up putting food away and cleaning the kitchen, he headed upstairs in your rental base house and to your room. As he was walking, he was looking at all the boxes packed and ready to go and when he reached your room and saw all of the boxes that had yet to be unpacked, he felt sad and frowned but that didn’t last long because he looked at you smiling at him. He read to you until you were asleep and then he turned the light out and cracked the door. Jake didn’t go to bed right away, instead he sat on the couch and grabbed his computer and started to look at a house in lovely Miramar. He figured he would move a week before that way he could get you settled and buy some furniture. After an hour of searching, he found the perfect one close to the beach, base, and schools and they had good ratings. He smiled and requested an appointment to look at it when you both arrived there in the morning. Jake closed his laptop and got ready for bed himself.

The next morning, he was up bright and early moving boxes into his truck and the mini trailer had hitched to the back. When he got to your room, he was sure to be quiet and got all of the boxes and then he decided to wake you up. “Hey, Y/N/N. Time to wake up. You can sleep in the truck.” He said and he heard you groan but you woke up and rubbed your eyes and nodded he raised your hands up and he chuckled. He stood up and picked you up and carried you out to the truck. He gently carried you down the stairs and you clung to him like your life depended on it and true to your fashion you fell asleep on him. He swore you could fall asleep anywhere and he was envious of it. When he got you situated in the truck he went back and did a once through making sure both of you had gotten everything as well as grabbing your sheets and comforter. When he got back to the truck you were still sleeping like a rock and he chuckled and shook his head, he tossed the sheets and comforter into the trailer in a box and then he got into the truck and started the 5 hr. drive from Lemoore to Miramar.

2 hrs. into the drive you had woken up and he kept you entertained with anything he could and you both stopped and got food at an IHop and then were back on the road. The rest of the ride was filled with off key singing and games. Your big brother was your world and everything you wanted in a male figure. “Are we there yet?” You asked, looking up at him and Jake chuckled.

“15 more minutes.” He said

“Fine.” You huffed but rolled your eyes and sighed and he chuckled. “But 15 minutes is too long.” You whined.

“Play on your tablet and it’ll go by faster.” He said and you grabbed it and your attention was focused on that. Music was playing softly in the background for Jake’s entertainment. True to his word 15 minutes did go by fast and you were pulling into a neighborhood and you looked up and forward your brow.

“Jakey?” You asked and he looked up.

“What’s up, Peach?” He asked

“What are we doing?” You asked

“Looking at a house.” He said and you nodded. He parked in the driveway and got out and then got you out and sat you down and then he saw the relator walk up to him.

“Good afternoon! I’m Alicia London. You must be Jake Seresin. I must say you have a beautiful daughter.” She said and Jake shook his head and smiled. He got that all the time.

“Yes, I’m Jake but this is my sister.” He said as you hid further into his leg.

“My apologies!” She said, embarrassed.

“No worries, ma’am.” He said

“Shall we have a look at the house?” She asked and he nodded. As you both were getting a tour, he was loving it especially the backyard. As they finished, he was smiling. “So, what do you think?” She asked.

“It’s perfect. I wanna go ahead and buy it. It’s in my price range and it’s a good distance from the base and school.” He said and she seemed shocked.

“Of course, Mr. Seresin. I’ll get the paperwork started and you can move in today.” She said and he nodded.

“That would be great. Also please call me Jake. Mr. Seresin has since passed.” Jake said and she nodded and walked out of the room he turned to look at you.

“What do you think?” He asked and you seemed to look around for a minute.

“I like it!” You shouted and he smiled. Alicia walked back in.

“Good news! You got the house since no others were interested in it and here is the key.” She said and handed it to him. “All I need you to do is sign the papers and then the rest can be handled at a later time.” She said and he smiled. “I’ll get out of your hair and let you settle in and I’ll be in contact.” She said and he nodded and left. Jake started to move everything in with your help and once everything was set up you both went shopping. First you went to furniture stores and found everything you both liked and then the grocery store. The furniture was delivered the same day and in about an hour everything was put together and ready to go.

When Jake dropped you off at your new school the next morning he had stopped by the bank and got everything sorted and now it was time for him to figure things out like finding a babysitter for you. He met with a lot of people but he settled for an 18-year-old that was going to school and needed a part time job named Bailey. When he went to pick you up from school you were in much better spirits and loving Miramar.

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A week passed quickly and now it was time for him to go and meet his squad while you stayed home with your new babysitter. When she got there, he introduced you two and both of you hit it off. As he was preparing to leave, he got down on your level “You be good for Bailey and do what she says. Understand?” He asked in a parental tone and you nodded.

“You got it, Jakey!” You said and hugged him he hugged you back and turned to Bailey.

“If you have any problems or questions don’t hesitate to call. I should be back by 10:30.” He said and she nodded.

“You got it, Jake.” She said and he bid you both a goodbye and then left. When Jake got to the Hard Deck nobody else was there but he didn’t have to last long because Javy was calling out his name and they greeted each other.

“Long time no see man!” Javy said and they both smiled.

“You got that right!” Jake said as they grabbed drinks from Penny and they thanked her and walked over to the pool table and dart board.

“How’s Y/N doing?” Javy asked, taking a sip from his drink.

“Settling in better than i expected. She loves her new school and her babysitter.” Jake said, throwing a dart and then taking a drink of his beer. They continued to talk until the other showed up and after having a little argument with Bradley and throwing someone overboard along with Rooster playing the piano, it was 10 PM. “Well, I better get going.” Jake said and that shocked everyone.

“Leaving so soon, Hangman?” Bradley said and Jake just scoffed.

“Like you would want to know.” He said and walked off and out of the bar confusing his teammates.

“What do you think he is hiding? A secret family, girlfriend, or kid?” Natasha said and everybody shrugged and chipped in their answers but Javy, he knew the truth.

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Jake got home right at 10:30 and parked in the driveway and headed inside. Everything was probably neater than he left it and smiled. He walked into the living room to see his baby sister and Bailey curled up on the couch and he smiled. Bailey noticed him and smiled “She wasn't too much trouble, was she?” He asked as he walked over and stroked his sister’s hair. Bailey shook her head.

“Not in the least bit. She is the sweetest little girl ever. She didn’t put up a fight when I told her to brush her teeth or get changed for bed. She wanted to stay up but as soon as we put on the second movie she was out like a light.” Bailey said standing up making sure the girl didn’t fall off the couch and Jake smiled.

“Good, she seemed to really take to you. It’s not often that happens.” Jake said as he pulled out his wallet and gave her the money.

“I really like her too. If you need me anytime, let me know.” She said and Jake nodded and walked her to the door and made sure she got her car safely and then locked the door. He walked over to Y/N and picked her up and she clung to him like her life depended on it. He walked up the stairs and to her room and gently put her into bed.

“Good night, Peach. I love you.” He said and kissed her forehead and got ready for bed himself.

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Every time after training instead of going out to The Hard Deck or hanging out with the squad he would rush out of the locker room that way he could go and pick up his sister from school and hang out with her. “Hangman, you coming to The Hard Deck?” Nat asked as he collected her things.

“Nope. I got some stuff to do and someone that I need to take care of.” Jake said and headed out without a word again confusing the group.

“He’s hiding something. I wanna know what it is.” Bradley said and again they all nodded and carried on with their day and night. Javy hadn’t said a word wanting to keep Jake’s promise that he wanted to keep her a secret until they knew everything was going to be ok.

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The day of the dogfight football came and they, besides Javy, were determined to get an answer out of Jake as they started playing, they didn’t bring it up. They agreed to bring it up when it was well into the game that way, he would be too focused on the game to think about anything else. “So, Hangman. Have you got anyone back home?” Bradley asked as they set up for another hike. Jake smirked.

“That is none of your business, Rooster.” Jake said as they continued to play the game. It was well into the day and the game when they decided for a break. Jake went and got his drink and checked his phone and about dropped it when he saw that he had several missed calls from Bailey and he instantly called back making sure that nobody was around him.

“Bailey. What’s wrong?” Jake asked as soon as she answered the phone.

“Jake, I’m sorry I called you so many times. Y/N’s school called and said that she had an accident at school and they rushed her to the ER. We’re still here.” Bailey said and he could hear in her voice that she was panicked.

“No, I’m sorry that I didn’t have my phone on me. I was busy with work. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Did they say what happened to her?” Jake said, already throwing on a t-shirt and grabbing his stuff.

“No, they didn’t or at least not to me. We’ll see you when you get here.” Bailey said and they hung up.

Jake walked over to Maverick, and he smiled at the young aviator but frowned when he saw his face “Everything ok?” Maverick asked and Jake shook his head.

“My sister is in the hospital. I need to go.” Jake said and Maverick nodded, he knew all about Y/N then again it was in Jake’s record.

“You go to her and take Javy with you. Tell Y/N I said hi.” Maverick said and Jake nodded and rushed off, Maverick knew those two were best friends, but not before Javy caught him.

“Everything ok with Y/N/N?” Javy asked and Jake shook his head “I’m coming with you.” He said and Jake nodded and they headed off. This didn’t go unnoticed by the rest and they instantly went to Maverick.

“Where are they off to?” Bob asked out of curiosity.

“Jake had an emergency he needed to tend to and Javy went with him.” Maverick said not wanting to spill his secret. Nobody said anything too worried about their team members.

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Jake and Javy made it to the hospital in record time and went to the front desk and they led her to her room. “Jakey! Javy!” you said excitedly.

“Hey, Peach and Bailey.” Jake said and hugged you carefully.

“Hey there, Sweetie.” Javy said and then the doctor walked in.

“You must be Jake. I’m Dr. Zeke.” Dr. Zeke said and shook his hand.

“Yea that’s me. I’m her brother. What happened?” Jake asked as Bailey and Javy stepped out of the room to give them some time to talk.

“It seemed like she took a fall on the playground and was unconscious for a minute and when she woke up was a little disoriented so she was brought her. Over the few hours we have been keeping an eye on her and she seems to be improving. She’s actually ready to go home.” Dr. Zeke said and Jake nodded and they talked more and then he was signing discharge papers and they were heading home. The rest of the day and night was spent cuddling and watching movies. Javy and Bailey had left the hospital.

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The mission came and went and was successful. Everyone was spending the much-needed time off the second day off they had gotten the announcement that they were officially a squadron. It was spent mostly at The Hard Deck, the beach, or with each other, surprisingly. Everyone but Jake, that is, he was spending it with you. “Jakey?” You asked as you were eating lunch and he looked up at you.

“Yes, Peach?” He asked back.

“Can we go to the beach?” You asked excitedly and he smiled.

“Of course! Do you wanna go after lunch?” He asked and you nodded enthusiastically. He chuckled “Ok, finish up and then go and get ready.” He said and he watched you quickly eat and then scamper off. He then got himself ready and a bag ready and when you padded downstairs he smiled and you two headed off to the beach. The truck ride was filled with music and singing and occasionally laughing. Jake found a spot and parked and now you two had sat off towards the beach and the water.

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The Daggers, as they were officially called now, were at the beach hanging out and playing some dogfight football. As they were sitting on the beach talking and laughing along with sharing stories. A shriek caught Bradley’s attention and looked up "Is that Jake... with a child?" Rooster asked, squinting against the sun, looking at what may be his wingman. This caught everyone’s attention and looked in his direction. What they saw was Jake and a little girl in the water and Jake holding her up as a wave came up.

“I believe it is.” Nat said as they watched the both of you come out of the water/

“Should we go say hi?” Bob asked and everyone nodded so they got up and headed over. Jake saw them coming when he turned his head and he sighed, they were going to find out sooner or later. “Hey, Jake.” Bob said when they reached him.

“Hey guys.” Jake greeted and then he felt a tug on his arm and he looked down to see you looking up at him.

“Jakey?” You asked and hid further behind him while looking at the group of strangers.

“Y/N/N I want you to meet Natasha, Bradley, Bob, Ruben, and Mickey.” Jake said pointing at each and every one of them. Everyone greeted everyone and then you saw Javy.

“Javy!” You yelled out and ran to him and hugged him and he quickly picked you up and hugged you.

“We didn’t know you had a kid.” Bradley said and Jake shook his head.

“Not my kid. My sister.” Jake said as Javy put you down and you ran off to start building a sand castle as everyone went and sat down. “I got custody after our parents got into an accident when she was 1 and nobody was willing to take her.” Jake said a little mad at his siblings but he would never give you up for anything.

“I’m so sorry to hear that.” Bob said as you came up to them and pulled Bob up and to your sand castle so he could help and Bob couldn’t say no and he already loved you.

“She’s a good kid and once she warms up to you, she’ll be your friend for life.” Jake said and smirked pointing to Bob and you as an example. It wasn’t 10 minutes later you both came back to the group and you went to Bradley and stared at him, more specifically his mustache “Yea, Peach I had the same reaction.” He said and everyone chuckled while Bradley rolled his eyes but smiled. You touched it and then giggled and then went to your brother’s lap and sat down and then snuggled into him and was out like a light.

“Peach?” Mickey asked and Jake chuckled.

“Yea, she absolutely loves peaches.” He said and they chuckled.

“Jake, I’m glad you told us about her. She is so adorable.” Ruben said and everyone agreed.

“My old squad never cared and I didn’t trust them. The only people that know about her are the higher-ups, Maverick, Cyclone, Warlock, and Javy. But that is because she is on my record and Javy was there when I got the call and when I went to pick her up.” Jake said and Javy nodded conforming to it.

“If you need anything, I mean anything. We are here for you no matter what.” Natasha said and Jake smiled while everyone agreed.

“Thanks guys, that means so much to me.” Jake said as you moved slightly. He was very glad that he told them about you. Now he didn’t have to hide you and he had more help than ever especially when Bailey couldn’t make it. Your family just expanded to many cool aunts and uncles. You were going to be so protected.

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sophswritingthings · 5 months

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FIFTH PART CUZ I'M IN TRAFFIC AND JM ABOUT TO FUCKING LOSE IT.

Anyways after the reader helps Mizu and shows hospitality she wake up the next day and a random ruffian shows up to her home to rob her and of course Reader holds her weight and fights diligently but the guy she's up against is like Chiaki level strong and she fails to fight by herself.

But allas her knight in shining armor Mizu kills the guy (Specifically beheading him because why not). And after that cues a montage of Mizu and Reader hanging out together and falling in love. 😍😍😍

pairing: mizu x fem!apothecary!reader

warning(s): swearing

a/n: PART FIVE BABY HERE WE GO!!!!

summary: after taking in the strange samurai, you wake up the next morning to a man, pushing his way through your door. you hold your own, of course; but he’s too much. thankfully, you have a night in shining armor to protect you.

word count: 1,110 words / 5,890 characters

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you were asleep, so calm, so serene. it was surprisingly you were so calm despite having a strange samurai in your house.

but he hadn’t given you a problem all night; hadn’t stirred, never even made noise. for a strange house guest, he was quite the respectful one.

that’s when you were jerked away; a loud pounding through your door.

you sprung out of bed, grabbing the small knife that was nestled under your pillow. you kept that there just in case anyone.. came for you.

you leapt to your feet. when you made your way out of your bedroom and into the main room, you spotted a man.

he was absolutely ten times your size, and a lot stronger, too. but you weren’t some prissy girl who was gonna back down from a fight.

you leapt at him, barreling him onto his side, you were making slashes down his sides, through his chest.

it didn’t immobilize him, but it sure slowed him down for the time being.

he rolled you over, pinning you to the ground. he raised a katana above your head, ready to stab clean through.

you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for the impact.

slice.

the man stopped moving, dropping the katana on the ground with a loud clank.

it felt beside your head, your breathing heavy as you watched his head fall from his neck and onto the ground. you were splattered with blood.

you wriggled from under his weight, your breathing still heavy as you looked up to see who it was.

mizu. the samurai. of course it was him.

“has he hurt you?”

those were the only words she said, not even taking a minute to acknowledge she’d just cut a man's head off and splattered your house with his blood.

you didn’t answer, to lost in the moment.

she grabbed you by the shoulder.

“snap out of it,” she hissed. “has he hurt you?”

you shook your head ‘no’, gazing at mizu with wide eyes.

“you saved me,” you huffed. “why in hell did you save me? i threatened to kill you, just yesterday!”

“you didn’t, though. here I am, standing in your house, under your hospitality,” mizu narrowed her eyes. “the least I could do is not let you die.”

you nod a little.

“thank you,” you bow your head in respect. “thank you.”

she nods solemnly, bowing her head just as you did. she stood up, sheathing her sword back in its scabbard.

“my house is drenched in blood now, though,” you gather yourself to your feet. your white flowers were now drenched in the blood of your pursuer.

she sighs, “I will help you clean,” she chuckles a little. “it is my fault that your house smells of the rotten blood of this man.”

you laugh back, “thanks,” you murmur.

she takes off her hat and glasses, placing them to the side. by doing so, it revealed those ocean blue eyes. they matched his name, didn’t they?

you grabbed rags, passing one to mizu before you began to clean up the dirty blood of this man.

long before you knew it—it had been weeks since she had left.

you had serviced the samurai in your keep longer than you had expected to.

you learned of her. you learned of her quest; that she in fact was not a man. Instead, a woman, masking herself as a man to complete said quest.

and you were certainly catching feelings for her, woman or not. “demon” or not.

one day you had been cooking; making noodles for the two of you to sit down and eat. she had been out, collecting herbs for you—when she had stumbled in. she had the herbs; but she was also covered in blood.

you had gone into full panic. what in the world had she gotten herself into?

whatever, that didn’t matter.

you had patched her up; rubbing her face of blood gently with a warm rag.

that’s when your eyes locked for the first time; holding that gaze maybe longer than you should have.

you were pretty sure that’s when you first fell for her; looking into the beautiful blue eyes as you cleaned her bloody face.

and the time that she had been cooking with you, and you had accidentally spilled noddles all over her garment.

you had both thought it was absolutely hilarious; the warrior covered in the noddles, herbs and spices that her hostess had been cooking up for her.

and the other time she had found you crying late at night, nestled in your bed. you had been looking over old letters from your family; why you did that to yourself, causing yourself that pain, she didn’t know.

but she had comforted you through it regardless. rubbing your back and keeping you close as you cried, letting all those pent up emotions out.

and here she was; still staying with you, it had been two months now.

you were both smitten for each other. but you'd die before you admitted it.

you were staring up at the sparkling sky, watching the constellations turn around the world.

you would keep glancing at her. she was more beautiful to you than any star the sky could offer you.

so badly did you want to tell her your feelings. but you had no idea if she would even reciprocate; but you really wanted to try.

maybe words wasn’t the way to go..

you gently slid your hand closer to hers, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you did so. your face was on fire.

your fingertips brushed hers, which finally got her attention. you were sitting on the small rattan stairs to your cabin, your legs gently touching.

she glanced at you, her eyes wide as she did so. but she didn’t slide her hand away; if anything, she slid it closer.

you wrapped your fingers around hers, smiling softly. the warmth was nice. god, it was so nice.

she rubbed her thumb atop of your knuckles.

she smiled. it was tender. it was warm; it was… loving. It was something you had never seen from the samurai in the months you had been with her.

you leant in, your breath shuddering as your lips inched closer to hers. though it was her who closed the gap, her hand gently rested on the back of your neck.

you let you lips linger on hers for a moment; the feeling was soft and warm, something you had never felt before.

you pulled back, letting your forehead press against hers.

the start to a love; to a beautiful, blossoming love.

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#mizu #mizu x reader #mizu x you #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eyed samurai #ask #asked and answered #request #fic request #fanfic #fic #fanfiction

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renecdote · 1 year

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I and love and you

Set post In Another Life so y'know. Spoilers ahead.

[Read on AO3]

The first SOS text comes two days after Buck is released from the hospital: help they’re driving me crazy. Eddie squints at it, waiting for more, and when it doesn’t come, he skips replying and hits call.

“Hey,” Buck answers, and he’s trying so hard to sound upbeat, but Eddie knows him well enough to hear the cracks.

“Hey,” he echoes, and it comes out softer than he means it to. “Your parents?”

The snick of a door closing—the balcony, Eddie guesses—and the scrape of a chair before Buck says, “Ugh. My parents.”

Eddie pours himself a fresh cup of coffee, then pulls out his own chair, making himself comfortable at the kitchen table while they talk.

“It was nice,” Buck adds, before Eddie can prompt him. “At first, I mean. They were… concerned, I guess. I mean, I know they were.”

Eddie hums. He thinks this is the part where he’s supposed to say, “of course they were concerned, they’re your parents,” but he doesn’t. They both know he wouldn’t really mean it.

“Buying me a couch is one thing,” Buck goes on, and Eddie gets halfway to wait, what— but he’s already moving on. “But I woke up this morning and mom was rearranging my closet? She said she wanted the clothes to be easier for me to reach, but it’s a closet, Eddie, isn’t the whole point that the clothes are already in reach?”

It’s too easy to picture Buck when he has just woken up, bleary eyed and fluffy haired, squinting against the morning sunlight because he always forgets to close the blinds. Probably pillow creases on his face too, whatever hoodie he wore to bed twisted up around him, one sock lost somewhere down the end of the bed. That little scrunch between his eyebrows that Eddie used to imagine reaching across the pillow to smooth away in those long months of quarantine. That he still imagines smoothing away some mornings, when he gets up and finds Buck still asleep on the couch because he didn’t want to drive home the night before.

“Rearranging your closet does seem a little overkill,” he agrees, probably a beat too late.

“It’s not just that,” Buck complains. “It’s everything. My meds, the food I eat—even when I got up to go to the bathroom earlier, they both tried to help me, like I can’t walk across my own apartment without collapsing or something.”

It’s too easy to picture that too: Buck collapsing. Buck not breathing. Buck’s heart not beating. Eddie swallows, then swallows again, holding his coffee mug tight against a rush of cold that makes him shiver.

“Why don’t I come pick you up?” he offers, and he doesn’t care if it’s selfish. “I’m sure Chris would love to see you when he gets home from school.”

There’s a smile breaking through the tiredness in Buck’s voice when he asks, “Just Chris?”

They used to joke like this. Eddie knows what his line is supposed to be, knows how he’s supposed to carry the joke, but that was before. Before Buck got struck by lightning, before his heart stopped beating, before Eddie cried over his hospital bed while Chris begged him to wake up.

“I’d love to see you too,” he says, and it feels like too much truth and not enough at the same time. It’s I and love and you, but they’re not fit together the way he wants them to be. The way he means them but can’t bring himself to say.

He wonders if Buck hears it anyway, with the way his voice catches before he replies, “I’d love to see you too.”

They stood on top of the fire engine together once, braced against wind and speed as they tried to catch a man hanging from a plane. Eddie still remembers the way the adrenaline tasted, the way they grinned at each other, the way he knew that Buck would catch him if he fell. He could fall now, he thinks, and Buck would catch him. Buck will always catch him.

But not today. Probably not tomorrow either. They still have time.

Eddie stands and pours his mostly untouched coffee down the sink.

“I can be there in twenty,” he says. “You can tell your parents you’ve got a better offer for the afternoon.”

Buck laughs, then groans. “Ouch. Don’t make me laugh.”

“It’s not my fault you think I’m funny,” Eddie answers, and it’s easier this time, to joke the way they always have. To hear Buck breathing on the other end of the line and take his own breath to match.

“I never said you were funny,” Buck protests, but he’s still smiling. Grinning, probably.

Eddie takes a second to close his eyes and picture it—Buck grinning, Buck breathing, Buck alive—then he grabs his keys and heads for the door.

He doesn’t hang up.

Buck doesn’t hang up either, even when he gets too tired to talk.

For the twenty minutes across town, Eddie listens to the sound of his best friend breathing, and the muted sounds of LA traffic in the background, and something else. Something that might be the sound of the wind whistling four stories up, or might be nothing at all.

“I’m here,” he says when he is pulling into a parking spot.

And Buck says, “okay, see you in a minute,” but he still doesn’t hang up the phone until Eddie is knocking on the apartment door. He’s pretty sure that doesn’t mean nothing. He’s pretty sure that, if he asked, it might mean everything.

(I and love and you, fit together in all the ways he wants them to be.)

But not today. Probably not tomorrow either.

They still have time.

#Eddie Diaz #Evan Buckley #911 Fox #911 Spoilers #fic

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autisticlancemcclain · 4 months

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fic rec friday 56

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Shiro's Skunk Hair Steals Lance's Boyfriend by @bleusarcellewrites

Lance nods, eyes scanning Keith’s face slowly, “I gotta ask, though, do you come here often?” Keith snorts, fondness for this dumbass making his heart to beat faster. “Charming as always, I see.” “I can show you ‘charming’.” Lance says, eyebrows wiggling in a suggestive manner and while the others groan behind them at the line, Keith just smiles. “But before that, I’m a man of honor and I gotta know: are you single?” Keith blinks at the question and suddenly he's laughing. [Or the one where Lance can't hold his alchohol and Keith gives up a Cuddle Night of his boyfriend to be flirted by said boyfriend just for his boyfriend to forget he was already his boyfriend. It's a mess but Keith wouldn't want it any other way.]

yall remember bleusarcelle...remember 2018.....crazy times. anyway. this fic is fun and sweet and dorky, nice to read when you want to forget how bad vld dropped the ball and ruined everything :))

2. Your Love Keeps Me Warm by crystalklances

Keith is giving him a look, contemplating, eyebrows drawn together. Noticing his gaze, Lance looks up, raising an eyebrow. “Are you cold?” Keith asks after a moment of a silent staring contest. “No,” Lance replies. “You should’ve said something.” “I just said I’m not—” But Keith doesn’t listen. Already, he’s shrugging out of his red varsity jacket, and he leans over to drape it around Lance’s shoulders. ---- Or, 4 times Keith is determined to prevent Lance from getting sick, and the time Lance catches a cold after all.

I MISS CRYSTALKLANCES EVERY DAY, BRO. no one got ridiculously soft modern au keith like he did. fuck. but at least most of his works are still on ao3. i like this one in particularly one because its soft and im a weenie but also because its a 4+1 which is my favourite genre of fic ever actually

3. what makes you beautiful by seventies

MMA fighter Keith Kogane is admitted to the hospital and gets KO'd by blue eyes that rival the seas and a crooked grin that knocks the air out of his lungs. It hasn't even been a minute in the ring. It's a world fucking record.

rare blue eyed lance appreciation moment from me (old bookmark lmfao). but jokes aside i do love this fic. i will always always always every day of my life love whipped on sight keith idc. its so so funny to me. its funnier when lance is like oh! this is my rival. we are going to be ENEMIES FUCK YEAH and keith is like oh my god if i dont marry him right now im literally going to die. also this fic has matt just fyi

4. Lance and Keith's guide for how to cure insomnia by crystalklances

Keith has always had trouble sleeping, but never told anyone. When they fall asleep together after a mission by chance, Lance finds out and offers to share his bed to help Keith fall asleep. However, sleeping together every night has unforeseen side-effects for both of them.

from the iconic INVENTOR of the smitten keith tag. soft klance, in canon. touch starved keith. sharing a bed to stop the nightmares. i bought my ticket on the first word of the summary like

5. love you so bad by seyama [EXPLICIT]

Keith and Lance sneak off from a party to go and fuck. That's it, that's the whole story.

this was bantery and silly and fun. and the little argument over who gets to be the little spoon....shockingly tender and so so them ive read this one a fewww times lol

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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burnthatbridge · 1 year

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after comes the thunder

buddie | E | 1.3k | lichtenberg figure spec that picture oliver posted ruined my entire day so i wrote this at 2am when i should have been sleeping, ensuring that it will also have ruined my day tomorrow (very much nsfw) also on ao3

Eddie pushes Buck back on the bed and Buck goes.

They should probably talk about this, and they will, later, tomorrow, in the light of day, when it’s not so fresh. But, for now, Buck knows that Eddie needs this.

Buck’s puts an arm down as his body reaches the mattress, tries to limit the sound of his descent. Normally, Eddie would be more careful, with Chris asleep down the hall, but that’s clearly beyond his capabilities right now, so Buck makes up for it where he can.

They should have been back before Chris’ bedtime, might have missed dinner but should have been back in time for last minute homework and some time to unwind together before bed. As it is, they made it home over the threshold some three hours after their shift was due to end, and Carla left into the full dark of night.

But at least they made it home.

Eddie leans down and fastens his mouth back to Buck’s, kissing as hard and as deep as he had in the hall, once he’d closed the door to Chris’ bedroom after checking up on him. Buck kisses back, as best he can with Eddie’s tongue in his mouth, Eddie’s teeth biting at his lips, trying to put every reassurance he can, his full depth of feeling into it.

The end of the shift wasn’t good, Buck knows that. But a near miss with a collapsing beam in a house fire is far from the worst Buck has been through.

Eddie rucks his hands up Buck’s sides, pushing at his sweatshirt. Buck leans up and reaches behind himself to help, to save Eddie battling with the fabric.

That’s probably the point though. Buck’s close shave wouldn’t be warranting this level of desperation from Eddie if it wasn’t the first time Buck has had a close call since. Since.

Eddie pulls away from the kiss so Buck can strip his shirt off over his head, toss it to the side, lie back, bare chested.

Since the lightning.

Buck watches Eddie’s eyes fall to the reminder of it.

The mark is still there, fading now, but not as fast as all the articles Buck read had said it would. It’s been two months and the scar still spreads down his shoulder, still crawls up his neck, still curls over his pectoral, over his heart.

Eddie looks at it, but he doesn’t touch it. Straightens up and strips out of his own shirt, reaches down to the waistband of his pants.

He has touched it before. Tentative, at first, before they were even together, when Buck had been staying with him on his first few shaky days out of hospital, and Eddie had found him in the bathroom, shirtless and staring at it, glassy eyed.

With a smoothness that Buck could never achieve if their positions were reversed, Eddie manoeuvres out of his sweats, his boxers, while kneeling on the bed. Buck reaches up for him, eager to pull him close again, but Eddie takes hold of the fabric at Buck’s hips and leans back to pull his pants off too.

After their first time, Eddie had traced his fingers over the whole mark, slow, soft, starting at the strike point and feathering out, for each and every branch.

Once Buck is naked, Eddie leans back in and lays himself out atop Buck, his cock a hard, hot line against Buck’s hip, his weight heavy and grounding. Buck doesn’t need this like Eddie does, wasn’t the one who had to watch his partner disappear behind falling debris, who didn’t know – even if it was for the shortest of moments, only the time it took for Buck to reach for his radio – if he was okay. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it, doesn’t need it anyway.

More than once, Eddie has kissed the scar, especially the part that reaches just high enough to escape from Buck’s collar, easy access when they hug.

Buck moans as Eddie rolls their hips together, and then moans again, this time into Eddie’s mouth as he kisses him once more and worms a hand between them to clutch their cocks together.

On one particularly memorable occasion during sex, Eddie bit down on the apex of the mark, then sucked dark purple bruises from Buck’s shoulder down to his nipple, obscuring it.

Eddie jerks them together, the movement of his hand not quite slick, but not quite dry either, what with the precome they’re both leaking. It’s just the right side of rough and Buck pants open-mouthed against Eddie’s lips, coordination for kissing lost.

And sometimes Eddie just lays a hand against Buck’s chest, over where the Lichtenberg figure is hidden beneath his clothes, in a quiet moment at work, while they’re bumping hips making dinner in the kitchen, during movie nights on the couch, when curled up together in bed.

Buck gasps as Eddie twists his hand around the head of his cock, groans when Eddie bites down on his bottom lip.

In those moments, Buck knows Eddie is thinking about how he nearly lost him. Is thinking about how lucky, grateful, he is to still have him. Buck knows exactly, excruciatingly, exquisitely, what that’s like. Because it’s identical to how he feels when he touches the scar Eddie has in the spot a near mirror-image to where his own begins.

Eddie rolls his hips and fucks up into his fist, cock sliding against Buck’s, the head of his catching against the crown of Buck’s. It’s nearly too much, the edge close.

Buck has touched his fingertips to Eddie’s scar. Has pushed his lips up against it. Laved his tongue over it.

Eddie repeats the motion and Buck can’t do anything but take it, Eddie’s body a wave of searing heat against his, the aftershock a ripple of ecstasy.

Buck has even had his whole palm, both his hands, everything he has, pressed to Eddie’s actual wound, something Eddie couldn’t ever have done with Buck’s injury.

Eddie says Buck’s name, a rough, heartbroken gasp hot against Buck’s mouth. It hurts but it also sends Buck spinning, pleasure untold coursing through him. He comes over Eddie’s fingers, onto his own stomach, and Eddie strokes him through it, grip gentling and the glide easier with Buck’s release to slick the way.

Buck can’t say he has done what Eddie does next.

Letting go of their cock’s – Buck’s softening, Eddie’s still stiff – Eddie rises up on his knees. He curls his hand around his dick again, and strokes once, twice, three times, before he spills, aiming up Buck’s body so that he paints the mark with ropes of his come.

Buck chokes out Eddie’s name at the shock of it, at the feeling of the splash of fluid hitting him there, at the devastated, devoted expression on Eddie’s face.

When he reaches out for him, Eddie moves willingly back down, but lies to the side, chest pressed against Buck’s right side.

Buck kisses Eddie, tries to put into it what he has been trying to this whole time. What he thinks will maybe now finally get through to Eddie: that he’s here, that he’s alive, that he’s sorry, that he loves him so much he can barely breath with it and certainly can’t without it. That they’re together, and Buck can’t promise him forever or even necessarily guarantee a long time, but he can swear he will always fight to keep this. To come home with him. To come home to Chris.

Eddie kisses him back, still firm, still a little desperate, but without the edge of terror Buck could feel before, and he lifts his hand to Buck’s chest, slides it through the mess, rubs his still-warm come into Buck’s skin, into the mark, stakes his claim over the lightning’s.

everyone: imagine eddie tracing buck’s scar with his fingertips, imagine him kissing it gently 🥰😭 me: imagine him getting his dick out and coming all over it 💦🍆

#i really do apologise for what you are about to read #but you can blame oliver #it’s entirely his fault #buddie #buddie fic #911 fox #911 fic #911 spoilers #myfic #maybe i’ll put this on ao3 tomorrow but for now this will have to do because it is 03:27

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mirkwoodmunson · 2 years

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Would you pretty please turn this picture into an Eddie munson fanfiction? I've been searching the Internet and have yet to find anything like this. If you not comfortable, I totally understand!!

me: writing break!

mailbox: 🫶

me: …..umm ANYWAY *frantic typing*

I LOVE THIS PROMPT SO MUCH U HAVE NO IDEA

tw: cursing, angst, panic/anxiety attack, dissociation, night terrors, depressed/anxious reader, post-v2 (fixit)

it takes a long time for your nights to go back to a state of semi-normalcy. a long time of regaining the ability to lay in bed comfortable and calm and eager for sleep, a long time of healing and bandages and pained tears, a long time of struggling for the smallest crumbs of comfort. but you had each other, and that made it easier of course — but it was still an uphill battle for those first few months. there was a lot of heartache, a lot of tears and strain, but far be it from eddie and you to let the darkness come out on top. you were both fighters, and when the battle got too rough for one of you, the other always managed to gather enough strength to keep the both of you pushing, moving forward. persevering.

when the darkness got the better of you, eddie was there to blind it with his brilliance.

nights… you’d come to dread them. during the day the sun could blot out your thoughts, soothe worries with its warmth, and you had things to do and places to go and people to see; the day didn’t give you the time to worry. but when night fell, when it was just you and eddie and the quiet — not that you didn’t enjoy those things, but with the night and the quiet, and the memories you and eddie now shared… nights were still sometimes difficult.

the thing is, eddie doesn’t remember that night. he doesn’t remember anything after the bats.

but you do.

you remember, and you’ve had to watch it again, and again — at first it was every time you tried to sleep, then just when you slept at night, but always sleeping during the day became a problem. then after a while, after nights started to feel somewhat tolerable, it was every other night. every few nights. you were down to once every few weeks now, but even then, the idea of just trying to get some rest had become so stressful it was just a frustrating cycle of exhaustion at this point.

and how could you bother eddie with this? he knew, but you didn’t complain beyond the initial waking up from the dreams. sure he didn’t remember that night, but he still remembered facing the bats. he still had to go through the stint in the hospital, recovery at home. you were both dealing with your individual traumas. he always assured you you were allowed to feel it too, you didn’t need to act tough around him — you’d become so quiet. so tired. he would always tell you the way through was together, that he had your back. but you still felt like it would burden him. far be it from you to be a burden.

really though, there’s only so many times you can say you’re okay when you’re not before it becomes too much to handle alone.

tonight it takes you by surprise. tonight you fall asleep in eddie’s arms, but you wake up and, you’re there. you��re in the wasteland that is the upside down and you’re running but you can’t run fast enough and there’s not enough air in your lungs. the red flashes are too bright, too disorienting, you can just barely make out the swarm.

when they suddenly drop from the air, you see the body they surround and you drop too. it’s too much, too heavy, too real — the little air you have rips from your lungs and you crawl to him, you know you can save him if you just go fast enough but you can’t move any faster, no matter how hard you scream you can’t get to him any quicker, like you’re pulling yourself through drying concrete. you hear dustin crying.

you reach, so hard your muscles pull and you cry, and you grab his vest and drag yourselves together, gripping him tight light you’re about to be pulled away from him again. you try and talk him awake but your lips move slow too, it’s muffled in your ears like you’re underwater, clogged and distant. if you’re loud enough, cry hard enough, scream loud enough, maybe he’ll wake up. your foreheads are pressed together as you beg for him to wake the fuck up —

“please wake up please wake up please wake up,” his eyes snap open and he holds your face, talking to you quickly, quietly, murmuring a pleading song.

you feel like you’re being pulled up through water.

you wheeze deep and suddenly breach the surface, gasping wildly into a dark space, but that voice remains and keeps guiding you from the murky depths; it’s soft, always soft — calling to you with a tender earnestness.

“i’m here. i’m here — you’re safe; you’re awake.”

you start to wail, and eddie leans over to turn on the lamp before pulling you into his lap, into his arms, careful but quick. he tries not to waver, not to show how startled he is — but he can’t help the tremble in the way that he holds you, the break in his voice.

“it’s okay, y/n it’s okay — i promise. you’re not there. you’re home. i’m here.”

“i-i-i — fine — i’m fine — i’m fine,” it almost hurts to speak, takes effort between the deep breaths and hiccups and sobs. eddie leans you away a bit, pushes damp hair from your cheeks and cups them in warm calloused hands that are firm but loving, urging you to look at him.

through the tears you see his eyes are wide but tired, concerned and sad and alarmed, when you try to look away he holds you still, shaking his head firmly.

“no. no sweetheart you’re not okay.”

he looks at you a moment longer before pulling you back into him as you shudder, quaking with the force of it, gripping his shirt tight to ground yourself as you weep into his shoulder.

eddie shushes you softly, holds you so tight his arms tremble and hides his face in your hair.

“i’m here. you’re safe. i’ve got you. i promise.”

“wh-what about you??”

“i’m safe too, baby. we’re safe. we’re home.”

one of his hands slides around one of yours, soothes it open to release his shirt and then guides it down to the bedsheets.

“feel our bed? the sheets?”

he takes your quieting cries as a ‘yes,’ and smiles small, kissing your temple. you’re starting to focus on him, on your surroundings.

“feel my shirt? an’ my arms?”

you nod, running your thumb over the faded black fabric held tight in your fist, full of holes and tears. you’d got it for eddie when he took you to see judas priest, the metal conqueror tour. you guys hadn’t started dating yet. some dude spilt beer on you and shouted at you for the audacity, eddie had punched him in the face, and then you’d started dating.

“hey! there’s a smile!” eddie peers down at you with a smile of his own, and you sniffle but hold it for him through the stubborn tears. “there you go. where’d that come from?”

“you,” you respond simply, tearfully.

eddie laughs softly and pulls you in again, rocking you in his arms, muttering gentle affirmations.

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obsolescent · 8 months

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This Side of Paradise - Part Two

Part One

Pairing: Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x GN!Reader

Summary: The events that happened after the fire. Unspoken words are finally out in the open and true feelings are revealed. There’s some truth to “when you have today, say all that you have to say.”

Category/Prompt: Two-part series | “I’ll take care of you.”

Song: This Side of Paradise - Coyote Theory

Author’s Notes: Thank you for your support with part one! I’m so glad that so many of you enjoyed it! Once again, thank you @glitterypirateduck for putting this event together, I’ve enjoyed participating! Gaz is the best guy, let’s go Gaz Nation!

Content Warnings: Non-descriptive vomiting, injuries from the fall, fluff, protective Kyle just wanting the best for you.

Word Count: 1,730

A myriad of colors and lights are what welcome you when you resurface from unconsciousness. Softened voices are heard, unable to pinpoint the location of chatter, like they’re echoing through your head. A heat like molten lava begins to spread from your feet upwards, consuming your flesh. ‘Did I not survive the fire? Did I just imagine I leapt from that window?’ Nausea soon joins that boiling feeling, your heart rate spiking. ‘I’m going to vomit. Can I even puke when I’m dead?’ Foolish questions aside, your upper body lurches forward anyways, beginning to empty what remains in your stomach.

A pressure is felt against your shoulder, something held out in front of you. A distant, “Easy, love,” You’re able to make out. ‘Well, it seems like I’m in good company in the great yonder.’ Groaning, that hand guides you back to the surface you had been laying against, soothing you with gentle rubs to your arm. You muster all the strength you can garner, willing your eyes to open. A tiled ceiling is what you’re first met with, when movement from your left is caught in your field of vision.

“Ask me why my heart's inside my throat I've never been in love, I've been alone Feel like I've been living life asleep Love so strong it makes me feel so weak”

Kyle’s eyes crinkled, a grin creating a domino effect across his face that lights up his features. “Oh, so glad to see those pretty eyes of yours, love. How are you feeling?” His voice light with relief and jubilation at seeing your gaze upon him. You begin to move your arm, trying to feel something solid, like him, when there’s resistance. You glance down, confusion fading into realization once you see your arm encased in plaster.

“Had a bit of a nasty fall there. A bit banged up, but you’re alright, yeah? You were so brave, dear. I’m proud of you.” A hand begins stroking your hair. “Thought I was dead,” you rasped, wincing at the ache in your throat. A ‘here’ and Kyle is offering you water through a straw. Taking a small sip to–literally–test the waters, you begin to drink more, confident there’ll be no bouts of nausea rising again. “Reminded me a bit of myself there, with what you pulled,” He chuckled, scooting his chair closer to your bed after you’ve had your fill of the drink. You gave him what you hoped to be an odd look, wondering what he’s gotten up to in his past. He shook his head with a smile, “I’ll tell you about it later, okay?”

The doctor entered not long after, going into detail about what happened. An electrical fire broke out on the second floor of the apartments and it had been contained to just that floor, no damages to the structure of the building. Just some cosmetic work for them to tackle. Your estimate had been right, the fall had been around twenty feet. Thankfully you walked (limped) away with nothing more than a broken forearm and a sprained ankle. They had to use general anesthesia, hence the vomiting, to reset the bone. Undergoing surgery to insert screws and a rod. You had been out for a full day. They planned to keep you in the hospital for one more day, for observation.

You notified your family, reassuring them you were alright and that everything was okay. They were relieved to hear from you, wanting any more updates about the situation as they came up. You also informed your work and university about what happened, both wishing you a full recovery and to take some time for yourself, thankful to have people understanding for a situation like this. Kyle stays for the final day, worrying over you. It’s funny, seeing him fussing about you reaching for something almost out of reach that he could easily grab for you. You obliged, letting him be a helpful hand to you, secretly savoring the attention he was showering you with. ‘Oh. That’s a new feeling.’

“Are you lonely? (Are you lonely?) Our fingers dancing when they meet You seem so lonely (are you lonely?) I'll be the only dream you seek So if you're lonely, no need to show me If you're lonely, come be lonely with me”

From the hospital room to the front door of your “flat”, Kyle was there for you. He even picked you up and carried you inside from the car, a squeak leaving you at his close proximity. Once inside, he laid you down gently on the couch. “You don’t have to do this much–” “Nonsense. Now, are you hungry? I could make you some soup, or anything you want. Well, if your stomach is still upset, maybe not anything…” He trailed off, looking at your flushed face, thinking it’s from queasiness. He gave a gentle smile, “I’ll go with something light then, yeah?”

He makes soup, a simple broth with veggies and protein, serving yours with some crackers–sorry–water biscuits? You definitely won’t be using that term for them. You thank him for the meal, sitting beside each other on the sofa while the telly plays a documentary. “Kyle, can I ask you something?” You asked after a stretch of silence, him giving a hum, signifying yes. “Why are you doing this? I mean, I’m real appreciative of it, but you got other things to do, don’t you? I don’t wanna burden you,” You finished, looking off while fiddling with your hands, suddenly nervous at what his response will be.

“Lonely (are you lonely?) Passion is crashing as we speak You seem so lonely (are you lonely?) You're the ground my feet won't reach So if you're lonely, darling you're glowing If you're lonely, come be lonely with me”

Warmth envelopes your right hand. You whip your head around to see he’s holding your one hand with both of his. You meet his warm brown eyes, a serious look on his face. “Have you considered that I have let my responsibilities know, like you had, that I will be busy for the foreseeable future, helping my flat–roommate–out after a quite traumatic experience? You don’t need to be alone this time, love. I’ll take care of you, yeah? Would you let me do that for you?” He asked, gently squeezing your hand between his, a reassuring gesture.

Red blooms across your face, now unable to meet his gaze. You stare at your interlocked hands. “I…I, I don’t know how to let you take care of me? Haven’t really let someone other than family do that before…” You mumbled out, feeling small, with a tinge of embarrassment at your lack of socialization. He moves one of his hands away, cupping your cheek, angling your face upwards to meet his eyes once again, saying your name. “Hey, it’s alright, look at me. I won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I just want you to have the best recovery possible, to keep you safe, I…Care for you. When I got the alert for the fire, I didn’t know what to think. I called you as soon as I saw it, and when I heard you were still inside, I…Immediately drove here, hoping I could reach you before…” He took a deep breath before continuing, “I tried to talk you through everything, tried to be there for you as much as I could. I’m so glad you jumped out of that window. When I saw you on the ground, passed out, I was relieved, because then I knew I could take over, do what I do best. Didn’t wait for the bloody ambulance to show up, drove you to hospital myself.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, seeming bashful.

“Kyle,” You start, tears prickled at your eyes. “I care for you, too. I don’t know exactly what you do with your job, but back at the hospital when you hinted at some of the situations you’d been in, I began to worry even more than I usually do. You say it’s what you do best but, could I take care of you, too? You know, once I’m better,” You giggled, “But, I want us to be there for each other, okay?” You finished, biting your lip. He grinned, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Alright, yeah. We’ll take care of each other.” He begins to pull away, your hand reaching out to mimic his earlier, cupping his cheek. He stops, before slowly leaning forward again, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. “This alright?” he whispered, lips hovering, barely grazing yours. “Yes, please.” He closes the distance, his hand moving up to hold the back of your neck, deepening the kiss.

His other hand holds you at your waist, rubbing circles. That feeling from before coming back, you delve into it. You melt against him, sighing. You feel the smile that forms against your lips, before he pulls away, leaving a peck on your cheek. “Been wantin’ to do that for a while,” He admitted, grinning at your surprised expression. He grabs a blanket to put over the both of you, pulling you close to him. He buries his face into your hair, sighing. “Guess we can make up for lost time, yeah?” He asked, giving your hand another squeeze. “Let me do it right, take you on a proper date once you’re up for it, yeah?” You hum, nodding in agreement, beaming at him. His heart rate quickens, looking at your wonderful face whenever he would get home from deployment had to be his favorite pastime. “Alright, lovely.”

You’ve been alone for the most part of your life, save your family. But with Kyle, everything feels so natural, so right. He makes you feel secure and warm. You trust he’ll take his promise seriously, keeping you out of harm’s way as much as he can. You’re so glad to have met him, not knowing that one conversation would lead to so many possibilities in your life. Eager to see what the future holds for you both, you leaned your head against his shoulder, his head soon resting against yours.

“Are you lonely? Passion is crashing as we speak You seem so lonely You're the ground my feet won't reach So if you're lonely Darling, you're glowing If you're lonely, come be lonely with me”

Tags: @sofasoap

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lonesome-dreamsss · 7 months

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steve plays tony sappy love songs from the 40s!!! he also ventures into the 50s and 60s, hits ALL the old time-y songs. he's so in love and this is how he shows it best (along with his art of course, he has an entire sketchbook dedicated to tony).

the first time he does it, they're in the kitchen, steve's making them breakfast and tony is at the table with a coffee. steve's phone is set up, playing music, soft, quiet songs, mostly instrumentals. once he has the pancakes on a plate, he changes it to a billie holiday song. it's something so, so sappy and tony grins and is like "he's playing me love songs now?" and steve grins back and says "maybe. are you complaining?" the tips of tony's ears are pink but no, he isn't complaining, not one bit. when the song ends, tony kisses him and says "i love you too, y'know." and steve does know.

the next time, they're in tony's work shop, tony's playing around with some new suit ideas for the team and steve's drawing (tony as he is then, stained with oil smears, hair askew, absolutely beaming). steve smiles softly and requests that jarvis play this dean martin song. tony turns to look at him, that same grin he had the first time spreading across his face, "you're ridiculous." steve gives him his best who me? face and tony throws his head back and laughs.

tony takes them out of nyc, some place in upstate new york, so they could stargaze. he knows nothing about the stars, and steve is just as clueless, but it's less about that and more about just being with one another, experiencing the world's beauty together. though steve spends most of the time looking at tony because well, he's more beautiful then any star or moon. steve goes for bing crosby, and tony laughs into steve's shoulder, eyes shining in the silver lighting, "i'm starting to think you have a playlist all made up." steve presses a kiss to tony's head, "maybe i do." "sap." steve laughs, "only for you." tony then gives him the softest look, love so plainly there, and it leaves steve breathless, "aren't i lucky." steve thinks he's the lucky one.

they're in bed, tony had woken up from a nightmare and can't fall back asleep. steve's running his fingers through tony's hair and using his other hand to rub his thumb over tony's own hand. it seems to mellow tony out to some extent, but he's still tense and his eyes are glazed over, he's somewhere in his head, lost to whatever thoughts are consuming him. steve picks nat king cole now, though this time, he sings it himself. he's not a singer by any means, but he doesn't let that stop him. it pulls tony back to the present, and he cracks the tiniest of smiles. steve takes that as a win.

tony's hurt. he's hurt and he's unconscious and looks oh so pale and broken laying in the hospital bed. it's been nearly two days now, and steve is exhausted. he hasn't left the hospital chair, despite the rest of the team telling him he needs rest too. nat had almost dragged him out of there and to a shower and his bed, but he's nothing if not stubborn. she gave up, in the end, and told him to at least eat something, before leaving, saying she'd be back in the morning. steve clutches tony's hand, fighting the urge to cry yet again. he does the only thing he can think to do, the only thing that might be able to fix this in some way. he starts to sing. it's ella fitzgerald this time. his voice is dry, cracking with each word, but he keeps going. it's comforting, in a way, and he hopes it's comforting for tony too, hopes tony can even hear him. the tears come anyway, despite his best efforts, and the lyrics catch in his throat. then, in an answer to his prayers, tony squeezes his hand. it's weak but god, it's there and steve chokes out a sob, relief coursing through him. tony'll be okay.

"are you ready?" steve asks, moving to wrap his arms around tony's waist. "i was born ready, capsicle," tony says back with a wink, settling his arms around steve's neck. they fit together perfectly. frank sinatra starts to play, they had picked this one together, for this moment, and they start to dance. with the way tony's looking at him and the way the ring sits snug on his left hand, steve feels his heart swells in his chest and he can't help but lean in to kiss tony. tony smiles into the kiss and then laughs as everyone around them cheers. this is what pure happiness is, steve thinks, and rests his forehead against tony's. the song comes to a close and tony kisses him once more before tugging him towards the cake with a grin that rivals the brightness of the sun.

#can you tell i think about them every waking moment of my life #i can't help it #they're just so <33333 #there's a 98% chance i make this into an actual fanfic #steve really does have a playlist by the way #it's 24+ hours long #tony listens to the entire thing at least once a week #they're so stupidly gone for each other thanks for coming to my ted talk #also their rings are each other's colors #steve's is silver with a red stripe going down the middle and gold around the sides #and tony's is silver with a red stripe going down the middle and blue around the sides #i have so many silly little thoughts about them it's insane #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #the avengers #marvel

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imaginationlover101 · 2 years

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Early Morning

Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: After Sam woke Y/N, & Dean up early for an early morning, unfortunate events lead to a long morning.

The alarm clock and Sam's voice was all that could be heard when I woke up. I didn't even hear the birds chirping or the cars moving on the street, the only thing I heard was Sam.

The motel room was completely dark when I opened my eyes. I had slept on that couch that night needing some sleep of my own. The couch seemed more appealing for a night of sleep then Dean stealing the covers and kicking all night.

Leaning over the head of the couch I could barely see Dean waking up, Sam was hovered over next to him poking at his shoulder. Dean finally woke up, but not before pushing Sam leaving him to fall into his own bed.

Sam got off his bed and began to turn the lamp on near Dean's side. Deans eyes winced as he began to sit up and I could already see Dean looking at me from across the room. Dean sighed and pushed Sam's shoulders back pointing my way.

"Oh great job Sammy, see you woke Y/N up." Pushing the hair out of his eyes, Dean got up out of his bed and made his way towards me. Slowly walking over to the couch, Dean turns back to look at Sam opening the blinds.

"Dean you can't run away from me while I'm still trying to talk to you." Sam continues to clean up the motel room while Dean rolls his eyes.

Finally making his way towards the couch Dean sits down on the makeshift bed, laughing when it squeaked. Dean sat on off the couch again and repeated the same actions he did before leaving me to bounce with every sit. After awhile it started to become annoying and I wanted nothing more for him to stop.

"Dean stop your giving me a headache." Rolling over so that my face was smushed in the pillow, I put my hands over my ears.

"Oh, what's the matter sweetheart you got a headache?" Nodding towards him Dean leans back further onto the couch so that his back is fully against it. Turning the tv on Dean leaves on repeats of general hospital and begins to rub my back. Practically almost falling asleep again Dean interrupts my thoughts.

"Wait a minute, Sammy why'd you wake us up anyways?" Waiting for a response from Sam the bathroom door open. There was Sam already dressed and in his suit hanging up the phone with someone.

"I got us a new lead that's why. Remember that girl Cathy, and how her parents went missing off that bridge, well there's more to the story that gives in. Were supposed to meet with Cathy at-" Looking at his watch Sam turns and looks our way "-7:30."

Groaning to myself I wanted nothing more then to not go on this case. By the looks of it, it was already 6 o'clock and I needed at least a full hour to get ready. For some reasons I knew I was feeling off already. Waking up with a headache, moodiness, wanting to lie in bed, I knew that something was wrong.

Dean rolled over on the couch leaning into my side. Putting his head on my stomach, Dean starts to hide himself in my blankets. "7:30, Sam that wayy to early, why were you up that early talking to that girl anyways? Does my little brother have a crush?" Moving his eyes in a curious way, Dean looks at me then back to Sam.

Sam looks between both Dean and I, and begins to grab his stuff. "Come on guys, you get ready I'll get breakfast." Finally all agreeing on something we all start to get up. Sam finally leaves the motel room and the door slams.

"Ughhh fine Sam I'll getting ready." Dragging my bunny clad slippers across the tile floor, I made my way into the bathroom. I could already hear Dean laughing at me for the way I dragged my feet and carried the blanket with me to the bathroom.

Dean and I started to get ready together switching between the bathroom and bedroom. I started to apply my makeup on when the first cramp came my way making me drop my brush. Dean noticed, and came my way. "You sure your okay sweetheart?" Nodding I turn my head back to the mirror.

The motel room door opens and Sam comes in with two white bags. "Now listen they had 2 bagels, and 2 dounts so I got both of those and sandwiches." Looking at the time I couldnt even believe any place was open. I was still was in shock at how Sam got all 3 of us to wake up that early.

Sitting at the dining room table in the motel the three of us all eat our food. Sam had the sandwich, Dean eat half a bagel and muffins with a sandwich, while I finished Dean's other half of food. The boys and I continued to talk speaking about the case and any possible threats. Sam and Dean finished cleaning up our mess from last night while I finished getting ready.

Grabbing the high heels from my suitcase I knew it was too late. Bending down I could feel all the cramps going through my body. Taking a container of tylenol, heels, and my overnight bag to the bathroom I was complete. Leaving all of my stuff on the counter I knew I wasn't okay. The never stopping cramps and the headache that lingered was bothering me and I started to wondering if I could miss this one case.

Stepping out of the bathroom I turned to the boys. There they were both doing the total opposite of one another. Dean was lying on his bed partly falling asleep while Sam sat at the table reading . Sam looked at me and knew something was wrong.

"Y/N are you okay, you look kinda pale?" Joining Sam at the kitchen table I slump in my seat.

"Yeah, erhhh well no?" Huffing into my chair I brought my hands into my head towards the table. Sam scoots closer and begins to inspect my face.

"What happened?" Rubbing my arm Sam starts to close his laptop and look near the bathroom towards my makeup bag seeing all my items everywhere.

"That-" pointing to the tylenol bottle, I spoke again. "That happend Sam. That horrible, horrible thing that happens once a month, and I hate it. I just wanna go to bed." Whinning I began to take the bottle into my hands. Realizing I was acting like a baby I began to move away from Sam. Sam noticed and took the bottle out of my hands and held them instead.

"Y/N it's okay to feel that way, I'm sorry I woke you up I didnt know you were feeling good" Smiling I looked up at Sam, he always knew the right things to say.

"Its okay, I wanna go on the case but I dont feel good." My eyes started to tear and I began to take my heels off. I guess the dropping sounds of my shoes woke Dean up because the minute he dropped he leaned up straight.

"Whats happening! Since when do you guys talk so loud?" Dean sits up and straightens his coat before putting it on.

"Come on we got a case to solve Dean let's go." Sam motions for Dean to get up and walks towards me. Sam grabs the dount bag before placing it infront of my eyes.

"That's for you. Go lay down relax and eat dounts." Laughing I look at Sam and thank him moving towards the couch. Of course the minute I sat down the springs on the bed popped up.

"Wait a minute sunshine, why arent you coming with us?" Dean looks at Sam who gives me the blanket from the bed. Dean looks between the two of us with curiosity.

"She doesnt feel good Dean just leave it." Dean puts his hands up and walks in the bathroom to brush his teeth. I watch as Sam puts his shoes on and switches out his ids. Sam gets all of his things and asks me to tell Dean he was outside.

Muttering under his breathe Dean huffs "Where'd he go?" Pointing to the door Dean starts his line of curses at Sammy.

"Call me if you need me, ok?" Nodding Dean and I exchange goodbye while he walks out door. The last thing I heard was the door locking before I passed out of exustaion. In one way I felt bad letting the boys go alone, but I was doing them a favor they could use some bonding time.

I didnt know what time it was when I woke up all I could remember where the lingering cramps I felt and the presence of Sam and Dean.

"Dude shut up, shes sleeping." I could assume that it was Dean saying those words. I could hear Dean's footsteps coming closer to the couch because he shut the tv off. I knew it was Dean's footsteps coming closer because of the way he stepped. Sam walked with caution trying to be quiet with each long step he took, while Dean stomped his feet taking shorter strides.

Opening my eyes I realized the room was now completely dark. I didnt know what time it was but I could hear the rain hitting the shutters outside and someone getting out of the shower. Looking at the tv I had seen that 6 hours had passed since the boys left. The room was quiet now besides from the shower noise and the smell of take out. At this point the rain had been beaming on the motel window, the wind moving the power lines with each move.

The shower had finally stopped and the bathroom door opened. There stood Dean with a towel wrapped around his waist walking to his suitcase. He must of not notice that I was awake yet because by the time I crawled around the top couch to say hello he almost dropped his towel.

"Jesus Y/N you cant wake up from the dead like that." Rolling my eyes at his remark, Dean collected the plaid pajamas pants and grey t shirt from his suitcase and went back to the bathroom.

"Where's Sam?" I called from the bathroom. I wondered where the youngest brother was seeing as I had heard his name before, but now he was gone.

Yelling from the bathroom Dean stopped brushing his teeth and opened the door. "He went on a date" Gasping when the words came out of his mouth Dean laughed. I couldnt belive Sam had went on a date. It had been the first "date" I had known of since Jessica and I couldnt of been happier for him.

"Well dont seemed so surprised Sunshine, my brother has moves." Standing up from the couch I walked to in the bathroom with Dean watching as his shaved his face. Sitting on the toliet seat I watched in curiosity as Dean shaved his face.

"Can I try?" Pausing what he was doing Dean stopped to look at me. Pointing the blade my way Dran brought the shaving cream to his hand.

"You wanna try shaving my face?" Dean held the blade in his hand waiting until I gave an awnser. Nodding my head I began to stand up pointing for Dean to sit on the lid. Mumbling to himself Dean starts to complain, "I cant belive I'm letting you do this."

Taking the blade from his hand I start to outline Dean's face with shaving cream. Dean shutters from the cold, but just holds onto his legs. I could already tell Dean was nervous when I brought the blade to his face because he was already inching away. Sighing to myself I placed the blade back on the counter. "Dean you know I wont hurt you."

Laughing Dean leans back to his position placing my hands on top of the blade again. Dean begins to look around at everything besides me. The shower curtain, tile floor, my slippers, the granite countertop, the mirror, and then finally he looks my way giving me the nod of approval. "I know, I just never had anyone else do this before, I trust you sweetheart."

Smiling at the nickname I began to put a hand on Dean's shoulder and lean closer to his face. In all honesty it was a lot easier then I thought. I could of sworn that I cut him a couple of times, but when the shaving cream was off he was clean like a baby.

Grabbing a washcloth from under the sink I began to run it under the water for Dean's face. Dean and I had been in this position before, believe it or not. Standing close to one anothers embrace cleaning up eachother wounds. Out of all the scenarios I could think of this had to be the most intimate. Even when we would clean up wounds we still held affection, and protection around eachother. But standing in the bathroom (no one hurt) while the two of us laugh and deeply focus on one another was something elese.

After wiping away the cream from Dean's face, he grabs my hand and holds it for a moment. Letting out a soft thank you, I smile and motion for him to get up. Dean followed me to the couch and there we sat watching old re runs of our favorite 80s movies. Towards the end of the night Dean and I practically fell asleep, the ambience of the rain and the darkness of the motel added to the perfect sleepy weather.

By time Sam came home he was already confused. The motel room was pitch black and when he tried calling both of our names, there was no awnsers. Putting the kitchen light on Sam looked around the room searching for Dean and I. Finally landing his eyesight on the two of us, Sam smiled. There layed both Dean and I cuddled into one another's arms wrapped in a blanket. Sam shut the kitchen light off and headed into the bathroom thinking about how well his date went and how his two best friends were finally making a move

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alwritey-aphrodite · 11 months

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Endings, Beginnings

Chapter 17 of You Are In Love

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: modern!Poe Dameron x reader

Warnings: brief, vague mentions of death

Word Count: 4.1k

Author’s Note: I know I said updates would be faster but I lied… I’m trying to get my shit together I promise also if the ending seems disjointed or unedited it’s because I wrote it tipsy 2 hours before this was posted

You can’t sleep. Despite how comfortable you are, despite the tiredness coursing through your bones, your mind can’t seem to slow down. It’s like if you happened to fall asleep, everything would just be a dream and you’d wake up at home and alone and overthinking every interaction you’ve ever had with Poe.

At some point, your body must finally take over because when your eyes flutter open, soft sunlight is bleeding into the room through the curtains. Knowing that you’ll slowly go insane if you lay in bed any longer, despite the urge to just stay and watch Poe as he sleeps like an angel, you extract yourself from his arms as carefully as possible and sneak downstairs.

Once you’re safely downstairs and feel as though your every movement won’t wake everyone up, you relax a little. Turning on the coffee pot, you think through what you want to make everyone for breakfast. When you’d first arrived, you promised Kes that if you managed to wake up earlier enough, you’d surprise him with breakfast to say thank you for all his hospitality.

Settling on pancakes, you turn to search for the ingredients as the coffee pot hums and Lucky comes out of his crate, tail wagging happily when he sees you. Crouching on the floor, you give Lucky some scratches, laughing quietly to yourself when he flips over in search of belly rubs.

When you manage to finally pull away from Lucky to start on breakfast, he follows underfoot, twining between your legs and very politely begging for scraps. The sun is streaming in, bathing the whole room in a warm golden glow, making everything look almost heavenly with radiance. Even just looking at the sunshine feels warm, as if just touching the dappled rays could warm you from the inside out.

Until now, you hadn’t realized how desperately you missed the sun and the warmth that comes with it. You missed the warm breezes that rustles the trees and Poe’s curls, you missed the brightly colored flowers and the delicious exhaustion that comes from being outside in the sun all day. You’d noticed how Poe seemed to come alive in the sunshine, but now you believe it reinvigorated you too, making you feel lighter and happier and more at peace than you’ve ever been.

Or maybe that was just from spending time with Poe.

Whatever the reason, you feel completely at peace in the sunlit kitchen, sipping from your coffee mug as the pancakes sizzle and hiss in the pan. Right as you finish the first batch, you can hear the floorboards creaking behind you, so you shout out a cheery “good morning!” without turning around.

“I thought I told you guests don’t work in my house,” Kes says in lieu of a greeting, but when you turn to stutter out an apology you realize he’s smiling at you, “it smells great, thanks for getting up early.”

“Oh, it was no problem, I couldn’t sleep anyway.” You turn back to the stove, flipping the pancakes to keep them from burning.

“Were you uncomfortable at all?” Kes asks, sounding worried that he’s been a bad host.

“No, no! Not at all, it was just one of those nights.” You reassure him, stacking some pancakes on a plate before sliding it to him. Kes hums knowingly before taking the offered plate and sitting down.

After finishing with your own breakfast, you take your mug and your plate and join Kes at the table where he praises your cooking at least a hundred times. There’s just something about Kes that makes him so easy to talk to, and by the time Poe comes down twenty minutes later with an adorable bed head, you and Kes are chatting as if you’ve known each other your whole lives.

“I put your breakfast in the oven to keep it warm, you might have to make some more coffee though,” you call out to Poe, feeling far too relaxed to get up off your chair to help him. Things should feel different, you think, after what happened last night, but everything feels the same way it did yesterday.

It seems as if there should be some momentous change, that you should feel like a completely different person, but you don’t. You feel the same as always, that yearning tugging at your heart the same as it always does, and you’re worried for a moment that you had dreamed up the whole thing.

But then Poe smiles at you, and even though he doesn’t look any different, it feels different, like there’s a weight behind the gesture. It makes you feel all floaty and giddy and reassures you that last night wasn’t just your over active imagination, that your awkward and stuttering confession really did happen.

The morning passes like molasses, Kes eventually leaving you and Poe alone at the kitchen table to sip your coffee and talk about nonsense as Lucky naps in the pools of sunshine.

“I might paint today,” you say to no one in particular, turning to glance out the window at the expansive backyard you’ve come to love in the few short days you’ve been here.

“That sounds nice,” Poe responds, finally standing from the table to clear your dishes, “Dad wants to take us out to dinner for our last full day here, but otherwise nothing’s planned.”

“Perfect.”

After hours of doing nothing but sitting and drinking coffee, your legs feel like jello when you finally stand. Making your way to the sink, you don’t give Poe the chance to shoo you away before you grab the clean dishes to dry them off as Poe washes.

Even though you’re working like a well-oiled machine, it takes the two of you twice as long as it should to finish with the dishes with how many times you stop working while doubled over with laughter or flick each other with the water.

When you finally manage to get all the dishes clean and put away, you head back upstairs to change out of your pajamas and feel more like a human than before by brushing your teeth and doing some skincare. As you’re gathering up your paints, though, you might as well be a robot with the way your brain short-circuits as Poe changes his shirt right in front of you.

Wiping the corners of your mouth just in case you started drooling, you grab the rest of your supplies and let Poe know you’ll be on the back porch if he feels like joining you. He shouts out that he’ll be down in a few minutes as you close the door.

Coming downstairs, Lucky’s hot on your heels as you slide open the porch door and seat yourself on the top step. Lucky scampers off, chasing some sort of bird, so you take a second after getting your supplies set up the way you like to just take in the view. You already know you won’t be able to truly capture the beauty of the Dameron’s backyard, but you’re going to try your best.

Cracking open your watercolors, you start laying down blues and greens and oranges, and as you begin to focus on the sky, Poe comes out with a plate of fruit and sits down on the step next to you. Neither of you talk, basking in the noises of nature, of trees rustling and birds chirping and that quiet little hum that always seems to permeate the air during summer.

Hours pass, with Lucky traveling in and out of the house as he gets too hot or thirsty or tired from chasing animals, and Poe making sure you have plenty of snacks and drinks, keeping you company as you paint and repaint, trying to blend the colors just right. In your mind, even with all the adventures the two of you have taken together over the year you’ve been friends, this was your favorite time you’ve ever spent with Poe.

There was just something about existing next to each other, something about sitting and watching the light change in his childhood backyard that just seemed so magical. Maybe it was your conversation the night before or maybe that was just the way Poe always made you feel, but either way, you wanted to live here forever, on Kes’s back porch, sipping lemonade next to Poe as Lucky ran wild through the orange trees.

Even after you’ve set your small paintings aside for them to dry, you and Poe sit next to each other on the porch step, taking in all the sights and sounds of summer. Eventually, though, Poe heaves himself off the step and stands, stretching his hands above his head and making his shirt ride up just a little and making your brain short circuit.

“I better head inside and get ready for dinner, it’s starting to get late,” he tells you as he bends to begin gathering all the plates from the snacks you’d shared.

“I’ll be up in a few minutes,” you hand him another stack of plates and start to gather all your painting supplies before Poe heads inside, leaving you alone on the porch.

Letting the warm breeze and the bird song wash over you, you stand, leaning against the railing, for a few moments, just trying to take everything in. In the past year, you’d been trying to slow down, to enjoy every moment you’re awake instead of letting life pass you by. You give yourself a few minutes to feel grateful for everything you’ve done, for the friends and memories and accomplishments you’ve made, before gathering your painting supplies in one hand and heading inside.

Upstairs, you knock on the door to the guest bedroom before easing the door open to reveal the bathroom door shut and the shower running. Despite knowing you should wait until Poe was done and slip into the shower too, to wash away the sweat that’s been accumulating during your time outside, you’re feeling too sugglish and instead promise yourself you’ll shower when you get back from dinner.

As quickly as possible, you pull on a pair of shorts and a top that doesn’t have any paint stains before flopping back on the bed, debating with yourself whether or not you have time for a quick nap. Right as you close your eyes, the bathroom door opens, your internal argument distracting you from the noise of the shower turning off.

It really should be illegal for Poe to be walking around without a warning sign, as if it’s totally normal for someone to look this attractive at all hours of the day. He’s got a towel low on his waist, his curls still damp and beautifully defined, and you think this might actually be the moment your heart stops for good.

Instead, you gesture vaguely to the bathroom and slip inside the humid room, making an attempt at fixing your hair and makeup while trying to stop your heart from beating out of your chest. It seems strange how normal everything feels, how even still just a glance from Poe can send your heartbeat skyrocketing.

There’d been a part of you that was waiting for everything to feel different after last night, and there’s still a small corner of your brain that’s waiting for something momentous to happen. But you’re still you and Poe’s still Poe, and just looking at him still makes you feel like a schoolgirl with a raging crush on the boy who sits next to you in science.

After trying to make yourself more presentable and calming your raging heartbeat, you step out of the bathroom to find that Poe had gotten dressed. Even fully clothed, he’s so pretty you could cry and you're struck once again by how alive he seems, how bright and happy and beautiful. You feel infinitely lucky that you’re able to see him like this, all relaxed and full of sunshine.

Ever the gentleman, Poe confirms that you’re one hundred percent ready to go before he opens the bedroom door, leading you downstairs to meet with his dad before you all head out to dinner.

“Well, don’t you two look nice,” Kes says with a wink when you appear at the bottom of the stairs, and you can’t help but smile and look away, the attention making your skin prickle in a way that isn’t totally unpleasant.

Kes leads you out to his car and double checks that everyone is safely buckled before he even begins to pull out of the driveway. He bypasses the little town and continues down the highway before stopping in a small city a few more miles down the road. Though you can already tell that it’s bigger than Poe’s hometown, it still feels cozy and small, more town than metropolitan city.

“Alright, you kids get us a table and I’ll find a parking spot,” Kes says as he pulls up in front of a nice looking restaurant, cutting off Poe’s protest with just a look. Finally, Poe sighs before he exits the car, opening your door for you before his dad pulls away from the curb.

“I think he does all this on purpose,” Poe mumbles, and it’s so quiet you assume he’s just talking to himself, so you make no move to comment. Instead, you follow Poe inside the restaurant, taking in all of the decor while Poe secures a table with the hostess. You get seated almost immediately, pushing you to wonder if Kes really did have an agenda when it came to you and Poe.

Before you could think any harder on all the things Kes had done over the past few days, Poe tells you, “We used to come here all the time whenever there was something to celebrate. Anniversaries, honor roll, things like that.” He’s smiling, but there’s a certain heaviness to his voice that makes you conflicted about asking for anything more.

With perfect timing, Kes approaches the table and saves you from your internal debate, settling into a seat next to Poe. The three of you make small talk while you browse the menu and as you eat your meal, the conversation gains substance as you begin sharing your own childhood memories with them, weaving your stories with Poe’s and the few anecdotes Kes offers up.

At one point, you’re laughing so hard you’re a little worried that someone will ask you to leave the restaurant, but all you received were a few stares from neighboring tables. There’s just something about being with Kes and Poe together that makes you feel at home, and you’re going to miss spending your days with them.

When the check finally comes, the three of you argue over who’s paying and you consider slipping your card to the waitress while Kes and Poe bicker, but Kes is faster than you are and ends up paying for the meal with a victorious smile. It’s a nice change of pace from the family life you’d left behind, where everyone argued about who had to pay for dinner and not who wanted to pay most.

The drive back to Kes’s house is full of more stories as you pass by different buildings and parks, all of them seemingly attached to a fond memory for Kes. Lucky greets you by the door, and you’re struck by just how much you’ll miss the rambunctious dog and his desperate need for attention.

Wanting to stay up as late as possible and make the most out of your last night, you head up to the guest bathroom to shower and get comfortable, answering some missed messages but rolling your eyes and ignoring all the texts from Finn full of teasing and an absurd amount of heart emojis. When you return downstairs, you’re delighted to see that Kes had pulled out a pile of photo albums, Poe’s obvious dread only increasing your excitement.

“Ok, I’m showering so I don’t have to deal with you two,” Poe says with a groan as he exits the living room and you get comfortable next to Kes, flipping open the first album on the stack. It’s mostly full of baby pictures of Poe and all his firsts, but there are a few pictures throughout the book of Kes and a woman you assume is Poe’s mother.

He hasn’t told you much, but from what you’ve pieced together, Poe’s mother had fallen in love with Kes at the Air Force academy, gotten married and had Poe relatively young, and she’d passed away before Poe was in middle school. You want to know more about her, know more about the woman who created one of your favorite people, but you don’t want to push Poe too hard. As much as you’d love to hear about all of his favorite memories with her, you don’t want to cause him any pain.

Moving on to the second book, you’re greeted with a picture of the woman smiling up at you, her squirmy son grinning in her arms.

“They have the same eyes,” you say quietly, taken aback by how similar they look and amazed at seeing those eyes you love so much staring back at you through time from a different body.

“I know,” Kes adds with sorrow coloring his voice, “everyone always says he has my eyes, but they’ve always been Shara’s.”

“She’s beautiful,” you can’t help but add as Kes’s fingers gently, lovingly trace across the photograph.

The two of you sit for a moment, soaking in the picture and processing the memories that came flooding back before you turn the page. Shara is missing from many of the pictures, and you feel a twinge in your heart because you know she was the one always behind the camera, capturing all those unforgettable moments without ever thinking about being remembered herself. You wonder how hard that must be for Kes, to look back at all those pictures and still feel her there but not be able to see her face, her joy and her laughter and those expressive eyes.

The mood begins to lighten as you stumble across more and more goofy pictures of Poe, and you’re laughing at one of him with the missing teeth and the broken arm when he comes back downstairs.

“Are you seriously still laughing at me?” He asks, sounding exasperated even as he sits next to you on the couch, greedily gathering the book onto his lap and starting to flip through the pages.

Hours pass with the three of you sitting on the couch, laughing and sharing the stories that go along with all of the pictures. There’s a point, when Poe looks around ten, that Kes stops being in so many pictures and when you realize why, you’re close to crying. Instead, you promise yourself to ask more about what Poe remembers about his mother, to help her story and life live on, even now that Poe’s spent most of his life without her.

Even with the undercurrent of sadness that fades the longer you look through the pictures, you end up laughing so hard your stomach hurts and you’re worried you’re going to stop breathing. It’s close to midnight when you finally finish looking through all the pictures, and even then you don’t feel ready to sleep.

“Alright, I’m going to bed,” Kes says as he stands with a sigh, “I’ll make you kids breakfast before you leave tomorrow.” With a final goodnight, Kes makes his way upstairs while you and Poe make your way to the back porch. There’s just something that draws you out there, some inexplicable urge that pulls you outside to gaze over the expansive land.

It’s even more beautiful at night, and a part of you wants to stay out there and paint, watch the ways the moonlight differs from the sunshine with the different hues of orange and blue and green that paint the backyard.

“I’m gonna need a house with a porch like this,” you say, leaning over the railing to get an unobstructed view of the yard, to take it all in one last time.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you turn to look at him and are greeted with a lazy smile, as if it would be hard work for him to have any other expression when he looks at you.

“Ready for bed?”

“I guess,” you reply, because even though you want to spend the rest of your life on the porch, you know you’re going to need your sleep before the drive home tomorrow. There’s a part of you that doesn’t want to go back, to return to your normal routine and your empty apartment and your schedule that never seems to match up with your friends.

As you slip into the guest bed for the last time, you’re hit with the realization that tomorrow night, you’ll be sleeping alone again. It keeps you awake, as Poe lays a gentle hand over your waist and falls asleep, because you’re really not sure if you’ll be able to sleep without him.

Even though it was only three nights, you’d become so accustomed to your little routine together, the way you wove around and moved seamlessly together as if that was the way things always were and always would be. You never thought it would be this hard to come to terms with, that you’d lose sleep over losing sleep for the rest of your life.

Because you know that once you go back home, everything goes back to normal. The little bubble of magic that surrounds Kes’s home will be broken, and reality will seep in and you won’t know how to navigate life anymore when everything seems dull in comparison to the days you’ve spent here. You and Poe will have a whole new connection to navigate, one that you haven’t even mentioned to each other since your fumbled confessions.

It all starts gnawing at you, all these little worries and insecurities come crawling out to pick you apart. You wonder if you’ll need to play pretend again, act like you never said anything and act like you aren’t crushed every time you see his face. You’re not sure how to cope with all the changes, all the new memories that’ll inhabit your brain and bring you back here whenever life seems dull.

Eventually, after what seems like hours, your eyelids droop closed and you’re pushed off to a dreamless sleep, one that comes to an end much too soon when Poe gently shakes your shoulder. He’s already showered and his belongings are packed, and you feel awful about slowing him down because you know it’s a long drive home but he’s smiling at you and everything seems more bearable in the morning light.

After a quick shower and a speedy repacking of all of your things, you head downstairs to eat one last breakfast with Kes and Poe, one that you wish you could prolong for the rest of the day. All you want is to live in that sunlit kitchen with the door to the porch for the rest of your life.

Still, when it’s time to go, Kes hands you and Poe your own travel mugs and bags of food, snacks and sandwiches he made special just for you, and it truly hits you how similar he is to his son. Really, there should be no surprise why you’d felt such a connection to Kes after only spending a short time with him because he reminds you of Poe in almost every way, down to the gray curls adorning his head.

The goodbyes are extended, and you spend more time talking in the driveway by Poe’s car than you did eating breakfast. You’re reluctant to let Lucky go, and you know your day isn’t going to seem complete without the needy dog demanding some belly rubs from you. Giving Kes one last hug and thanking him for the thousandth time for all his hospitality, you head to the car and let the father and son have the goodbye they need.

“You ready to head home?” Poe asks a few minutes later when he slides into the driver's seat, Kes waving and watching from the front porch. You want to say no, want to ask for more time, for the rest of your life to be spent with no responsibilities and to wake up next to Poe every morning, to spend your days laughing and painting and enjoying every second.

But you miss your friends greatly, and you miss the predictability of your job. As lonely as it can be, you miss your apartment, with your art prints and decorative pillows and candles, and you miss the way the sun streams through your windows on long summer days. You miss your weekly hangouts and the way summer seems to turn every day into an adventure.

“Yeah, I had a great time but I’m excited to get home.”

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the-apostates-martyr · 4 months

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Another bite of Daniels life after IWTV if Marius had been the one to find him

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Park benches and the space beneath bushes were not the best place to sleep, and Daniel knew this, but waking up in a hospital bed only drove the point further home. Before he even opened his eyes, he ached, feeling like he did when he had a bad flu. Skin so tender and muscles so sore that the smallest wiggle against stiff, starched sheets was painful. He frowned softly and tried again to open his eyes but he was so tired. He felt something cold against his lip and tried to wrinkle his nose to get it away but was unsuccessful; raising his arm to try and bat it away just felt like a joke. It was heavy and hurt and he felt something tug uncomfortably. But he tried it again anyway because Daniel didn't know when to quit.

“Alright now, enough of that, boy,” came a deep, soft voice next to him, and he felt a warm hand encircle his own in a tender touch. He knew that voice, and he finally pried his eyes open.

“Marius…” He wanted to ask what was going on, what had happened, but he was so tired that the name was all he could get out. His mouth felt so dry, and his throat too, making speech an issue.

Then there was a hand behind him, an arm around his shoulders, helping him to sit up enough to take a drink from the straw pressed to his lips. He sipped gratefully, the water cool and felt like it was filling in literal cracks down his throat.

“Better?” Asked Marius, and Daniel nodded. He blinked several times as his eyes adjusted to the bright light of the room. Everything was a shade of white, yellow, grey, save for the garishly contrasting blue curtains beside him. His sight wasn't the best without his glasses on but through the slight blur he tried to orientate himself, despite the dizziness.

“Yeah, a little,” he croaked. Marius’ hands never left him. Now he was touching his shoulder gently, and finally Daniel raised his eyes to meet the vampires. He looked worried, and Daniel felt immediately guilty for that. His lush silvery blonde hair was tied back at the nose of his neck, a collared shirt crisp over a deep red sweater. He was dressed for the weather despite being dead, while last Daniel remembered he was donned in a t shirt and a denim jacket-it was all he'd been wearing when he left the bar, too drunk to remember where he lived. Did he even live in this city? Boston, was it? Somewhere on the east coast. Somewhere that got dreadfully cold in the winter. “How long…?”

Marius let out this little noise, something between a huff and a scolding click of his tongue, something that Daniel has not yet figured out how to name. He usually gave him such a reprimanding gesture when Daniel was being especially sassy with him or especially drunk. Often both at once. “How long have you been here? How long were you outside? How long are you going to make it if you keep up with this foolishness?”

“All of the above?” Daniel laughed weakly as Marius gave him a withering glare, but at the same time he began to fuss, looking for something to do with his hands, and he adjusted Daniels crinkly pillow to help prop him up more, and smoother over his blanket. “How long hvave I been here,” he finally settled, knowing he was stressing his vampiric companion.

“Only a few hours,” he answered. “It's just past midnight, and I found you something near 7. In a dusting of snow, Daniel. Snow! How could you fall asleep out in the snow?”

Daniel shrugged, then winced at how sore his shoulders were. “In my defense, it wasn't snowing when I laid down.”

“No, it was just a frosty 17 degrees, that's all,” said Marius. He stood as he spoke, and Daniel watched him cross the room to a cabinet near the door. Marius always looked so out of place in modern settings, moreso here in a hospital. He looked so classy and put together, and this hospital was hardly something out of a home and decor magazine. Yet even in the across fluorescent light Marius looked so handsome. He rifled through the cabinet before drawing out another thin, blue woven blanket, the hospitals name stamped along the bottom, and unfurled it to lay over Daniel’s lap. “A security guard found you, nearly hypothermic as the snow started falling. The fact you didn't lose your fingers to frostbite is a miracle. Why didn't you call for me, Daniel?”

Daniel had no idea how to respond to this. He'd just been drunk, really, except, he'd been drunk because he was sad, and he's been sad because he hasn't seen Marius in three days. He just. Did that sometimes. Up and disappeared for days or a week on end. Said he had business to attend to. Business! As a vampire!

“I…I wasn't sure you'd show,” Daniel whispered and the guilt of his admission weighed heavily on him. It felt ridiculous, to expect a vampire, especially the oldest vampire in the world, to be at his beck and call. Ever since Marius had found him in New Orleans 7 years ago, he had been all but stalked by the man, pursued and followed and left trinkets and gifts and fed and scolded and loved in equal measure, giving him everything he could want (and an amount he didn't) without giving the blood. Too young, Marius told him, though Daniel was 28 now. Too much maturing to do before he was frozen for eternity. Heh. Well he was almost frozen tonight, he thought, but decided to keep that black humor to himself.

Marius sighed, and continued to fidget and fuss with Daniel's blanket. “I would have heard you call for me, Daniel. It was better than hearing the sound of your heart slowing.”

Daniel looked up on faint surprise, horrified but intrigued at the same time. “You heard…? That's why you came for me?”

“Yes, you foolish thing. I heard your heart slow and I heard the thoughts on your mind grow quiet. You'll not worry me like that again. Having to find you here, in such a ghastly place.” Here Daniel saw Marius’ facade crack slightly, looking around the bed at all the items he couldn't quite identify but which solidified his lover as certainly mortal and fragile. He felt guilty for it, and that guilt made him want to bed once more for the blood, but the idea of whining and pleasing right now was exhausting. He closed his eyes at the very thought, and felt like he's nodded off for a few seconds, because he jolted back awake with a gasp and an attempt to sit up. The pain through his arms and back was enough to foil that idea though, and he grit his teeth as he fell back to his pillow.

“Daniel, just rest,” Marius soothed, and Daniel felt his hands smoothing back his hair, stroking over his forehead. Warm hands, surprisingly warm-

“Why aren't you cold?” He asked. “Your skin feels so warm, Mars.”

Marius smiled, and Daniel felt breathless to see the way his eyes wrinkled slightly at the corners, just a hint of his once mortal age. “As soon as I knew you were alright, I went out hunting,” said Marius. “I had my fill off the streets; as cold as you were, I knew I needed to keep you warm.”

Daniel sighed, feeling weary and tired in a way he could barely understand. For years now he had been frantic, driven half mad with fear with the knowledge that vampires were real, opening the door to who knew what other monstrosities lurking in shadows and under his bed. But for a moment, just a breath, he let himself rest.

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pastelwitchling · 3 months

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Kyle Valenti Weekend 2024 (1/3)

Kyle was exhausted. He sat in the breakroom, feeling only half-there as he chewed slowly on his granola bar, staring through the ceiling. He’d just done a double shift because his girlfriend was out of town for a Something Something Diamond Gala, and since he’d burned through the night again and they were well past midnight, the corridors filled with ringing phones and nurses’ voices and beeping here and trays and carts moving there, he knew that the last thing he should do was call her. He didn’t want to wake Isobel up, and he definitely didn’t want her to know that he was busying himself with work at the hospital because she wasn’t there to make sure he was actually resting.

He couldn’t help it though. He’d been used to working through nights that now that there wasn’t someone clinging to him in bed, keeping him there, he found it hard to stay away. There was always more people to help, more to protect, more to heal. Kyle slumped against the couch, head falling back as he allowed his eyes to close for a moment. He had no fear of falling asleep while he was here. The hospital’s ambience was a constant wakeup call.

Someone needs you, it seemed to be reminding him. Get up, get up, get up –

Kyle’s phone buzzed suddenly in his pocket, making him flinch. His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and he had to squint at the screen. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he held the phone to his ear.

“Yes, darling?”

Alex’s low chuckle sounded, and in the background, Kyle heard Michael snap, “He ain’t your darlin’, Valenti!”

“I’m just checking in,” Alex said, a smile in his voice that was trying to mirror itself on Kyle’s own lips. It was so good to talk to him, but he hadn’t managed it in days what with their busy schedules. “I know you have a late shift today.”

Kyle hummed, amused. “What’re you insomniacs doing up anyway?”

Alex sighed. “Nightmares. I tried not to wake Michael, but –”

“Can’t sleep alone,” Michael said, and Kyle could practically hear him shrug. Then he heard a pan on a stove.

“Are you guys having breakfast now?” Kyle raised his head and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. “It’s three in the morning!”

“Yeah,” Alex said slowly. “Our mornings are always kind of . . . early. We’re going to watch Notting Hill in a bit.”

“Ah,” Kyle’s smile widened. “A romcom. That definitely feels like you, Manes.”

“Screw you,” Alex said, voice muffled, and Kyle imagined him taking a bit out of a pancake. It was such a relief to hear him so relaxed after years of miserable late nights and haunted hours spent alone. “We’re saving Star Wars for tomorrow. It’s time you learned the value of the Force.”

Kyle’s brows furrowed, even as his smile widened. “Tomorrow?”

“Movie night,” Alex said like it was obvious, as though of course this was what they would be doing with Isobel out of town. He and Alex, enjoying a fantasy trilogy deep into the night, falling asleep together on the couch, and waking up to have an early breakfast together. A warmth spread through his chest at the simple reminder that he wasn’t alone, that he had a best friend, that there someone taking care of him.

“I’ll be there too!” Michael piped in suddenly, as though eager to shatter any illusion Kyle had of being alone with Alex.

Kyle managed to refrain from laughing at him. But just barely. “And yet,” he said, “I still think I’ll come.”

Alex, however, didn’t bother hiding his laughter, though Kyle knew it was much fonder than his own could be. To Alex, everything Michael did was either adorable or hot or both. Kyle supposed he would have to head over tomorrow night. After all, someone needed to knock the cowboy down a peg every now and then.

“Kyle?” Alex’s soft voice caught his attention.

“Yeah, Manes?”

“Go home,” he said. “I want you to be able to stay up tomorrow. Tonight?” He huffed, annoyed, “Time is so weird around here. Just go home.”

Kyle chuckled, nodding to himself. “Yes, sir. Enjoy your breakfast.”

“See you soon,” Alex said, and Kyle hung up with a smile. Tossing the rest of his granola bar in the minifridge, Kyle started taking off his doctor’s coat, still laughing to himself. Grabbing his car keys and bidding the receptionist goodnight, Kyle headed out to a sky full of stars, feeling as light as the night air.

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