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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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hii! i would like to request a sandman fic during the time he was in captivity where his guard fell in love with him and slept during a shift making Morpheus escape through her dreams ("Night Shift" if you will hehe) fluff and smut if that's okay with you, thank you and looking forward to reading your work!<3

The Night Shift

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, f rec oral, fluff, mentions of WW2 happenings ie: bombing blitz in London (Set in 1940) WC: 3.3k

There were a lot of work opportunities for women with the war being fought across Europe. With most men fighting for freedom and their country, the women were taken from their sedentary roles and given opportunities that were otherwise deemed inappropriate for a genteel lady such as yourself.

It was this opportunity of an adventure outside of the high stone walls that had you departing St Margaret’s Finishing School for Ladies of Good Grace. You were to join the employment of a man called Alex Burgess at his Sussex estate, though the terms of your employment had yet to be confirmed. It was all very difficult to get an answer out of the man, he was quite reluctant to say anything on the telephone.

5th November 1940 There you were on a train south out of London, the pillar of smoke from the engine darkening the windows as it left the station. An early first snow had just begun to fall over Kings Cross and you knew it would be a white Christmas this year. You liked to think it was a good omen, as if the blanket of snow could hide the stain and scars of the war, but maybe it was just the hopeless dreamer hidden within.

“Welcome to Fawny Rig, I do apologise for the secrecy,” Mr Burgess greeted as he answered the door himself.

“There is no need to apologise,” you assured him as he took your suitcase and invited you to step into the dark wood foyer. “You have a lovely home.”

And so your new life began. You were given an evening job, the night shift that no one else cared for, watching over an ill man. Alex said he had a rare condition that required him to live inside a sealed sphere, that it kept him alive. You thought it a daft idea, for everyone knew fresh air was best for ailments of all kinds. But he was your employer and this was the role, you would do as you were told and watch over the man.

“What is the matter with you, sir?” you asked in the dead of the night, when the world was asleep but his eyes remained open. “I have never heard of an illness that presents such as yours.”

He had stared blankly ahead as if he hadn’t heard you so you walked up to the sphere and carefully stepped over the golden circle that Alex had implored you never to touch. You tapped your knuckles on the glass and dropped your hands to your side when you heard how thick it was. “No wonder you don’t speak, I doubt you can hear me at all.”

Kneeling beside the curve that cradled his head, you did your best not to dwell on the expanse of his state of undress. Parting your lips you blew your breath across the glass and remembered the secret notes you had passed to your friend in class, writing the words inverted so that the use of a compact mirror was required. Your finger was steady as you wrote your name on the glass and pointed to yourself.

‘Your name?’ You wrote next, keeping it brief before the mist of your breath evaporated away with the words.

He shifted ever so slightly, his head turning down but then when he exhaled his breath fogged up the glass. A slow trembling hand reached for the clouded space and he completed his name with three breaths.

‘Dr’ ‘ea’ ‘m.’

“Dream?” you pondered aloud at the odd name and he nodded from the other side. “You can hear me?”

He nodded again before closing his eyes as if the small movements took all of his energy and perhaps they did. His hand fell limp against the glass and fingers splayed as if he could reach through it and touch you. You placed your hand over his, wondering when he last had physical contact, a hug or any affection.

There was a desk and chair set up for you but instead you chose to sit beside his sphere on the cold stone flooring. Sometimes he would peek a blue eye out at you, checking you were still at his side, but most often he would ignore you completely.

Unable to stand the long nights of silence, you began to tell him stories of the world outside.

“I’m not sure how long you have been in here, but there’s a terrible war going on out there. Before I arrived here my father was conscripted to somewhere in Italy, mother says he will return and this will all be over soon but she has never been a good liar.”

Night after night you would talk and, from what you could tell, he listened. Sometimes you would see a flicker of emotion but as soon as it appeared it was gone again and you wondered if it were just your imagination.

22nd December 1940 It was the winter solstice and the longest night of the year. Mr Burgess had invited his friends to the manor to celebrate and when you had left the ground level for your shift in the basement the party had been in full swing.

A gramophone played ‘Who's taking you home tonight?’, a slow, sweet song you heard often from the master bedroom down the corridor, and you began to sway to the tune.

“Do you like music, Dream?” you asked as you twirled around the sphere, his eyes following your every move before he subtly nodded. “I love music, and the places it can take you.”

You took a seat beside his head as the song came to an end and wrapped your arms around your legs. “There were nights when the bombs fell and the Headmistress had us all hide in the basement. It was horrible and dark but Miss Harlow, our music teacher, sometimes brought her gramophone with her. I felt assured that death couldn’t find us on those nights, not when we were in the embrace of such sweet melodies.

“The same could not be said on the nights when there was not enough time to collect the music box before the alarms sounded. I fear to close my eyes at night and find myself back in that bunker, the pressure of the tight space feeling as if it is enclosing around me, suffocating me. It felt like an imprisonment, but I was guilty of no crime.

“I suppose that is why I find this night shift comforting, I need not face my fear when I am with you.”

You looked up from the golden paint that decorated the stone and found Dream had silently taken a seated position. His gaunt skin was tight across his skeletal figure but it wasn’t the nakedness of his body that shocked you but his soul, it was bleeding from his starry eyes in twin rivers of tears.

A look you had seen many times as you stared into the mirror in your chambers after waking from a nightmare was reflected on his face. Despair. It wretched a knife in your gut as a revelation hit you. It was something you should have seen immediately or at least questioned.

“You are not sick are you?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

He shook his head and every hair on your body stood as a cold shiver rolled down your spine. Reaching out to the glass, you placed your palm against the cool surface with your own tears shimmering in your eyes. His lithe muscles moved languidly beneath his skin as he reached out and placed his palm to yours, so close yet untouchable.

“How can I free you?”

He looked to the gate longingly then back to you, leaning closer and kissing the glass with his breath before you. ‘Sleep.’

Sleep. It seemed so simple yet the single word wracked you with fear as you felt the weight of the darkness outside. But for him, you had to try.

The crackle of the gramophone coming to life drifted down the stairs, the newest tune of Jimmie Davis luling your brittle nerves. You curled onto your side following the shape of the glass as you laid your head on your arm. Hope blossomed in his eyes as you closed yours and let the music take you from the basement.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, You make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away.

The warmth of summer heated your skin and you tipped your head back to bathe in the rays. The sand beneath your feet should have been scolding under the sun’s strength but you remained unscathed on your walk along the empty shore.

A haze blurred the skyline where the ocean met sky and as you narrowed your eyes to peer along the horizon, a figure emerged. You recognised his lean silhouette before the features came into focus and for once you didn’t avert your eyes at the sight of his bare flesh - for this was only a dream.

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamt I held you in my arms. When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken, So I hung my head, and I cried.

“I thank you,” Dream greeted with a sincerity in a rich voice that echoed around ears long after he stopped speaking.

“Forgive me, I should have seen it sooner.” You looked away in guilt and turned to the sun’s energy, using its force to banish the dark thoughts that seeped in.

Cool fingers traced your jawline as Dream walked around you until he was staring into your soul. “You were captive of trauma of your own, there is nothing to forgive.”

You reached for his hand and placed your palm on top, amazed to finally feel his touch. It was just as tender as you had imagined and you instantly craved more. Although you thought this was a dream there was a truth to it that you hadn’t ever felt and so you reined in the desire to throw your arms around him and instead hesitantly asked, “Can I hug you?”

His lips pressed together and he swallowed deeply before he gave you one of his small, almost non-existent nods. His hand dropped from your face and you missed it immediately. Slowly, as if approaching a large wild animal or maybe an abused kitten, you took a step closer and opened your arms.

He stared longingly for your embrace so you took another step, the pale expanse of his chest close enough he could feel your breath on his skin. You watched the rise and fall of his chest a moment before looking at his face and the sharp bones that protruded against his skin. He had been starved; you had watched him be starved.

He released a shuddering breath as you wrapped your arms around his narrow waist and buried your face in his neck as you cried. “I’m so sorry, Dream.”

His arms circled tight across your back as he clung to your warmth and you wished you could have given him the nourishment he needed. An eerie glow seemed to radiate from you at the thought and you gasped as it spread across Dream’s skin. He looked like a full moon on the darkest night. Then the glow faded and what remained left your mouth agape.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, You make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away.

Dream no longer held the sickly pallor of the ill, or the gaunt structure of starvation. The hollow of his cheeks had filled and his lips looked soft and kissable.

“How?” you managed to ask on the second attempt.

“This is a dream, you can do anything,” Dream said with a small smile that caused your heart to skip a beat. “And you chose to give me what I needed most.”

You remembered what you thought of the moment before the glow began, comfort. You had wanted to comfort Dream and heal him. A smile bloomed on your face, something that you couldn’t remember doing since the war broke out, and Dream seemed as stunned by it as you were. He stared at your lips with an intensity that was echoed by the stirring of his body against yours and you were suddenly very aware that he was still naked.

I'll always love you and make you happy, If you will only say the same, But if you leave me to love another, You'll regret it all one day.

You would never know who moved first, maybe you were both enamoured by the same spell that you moved together, lips dancing to the mesmerising beat of your heart. Oxygen was no longer a necessity to survive, not when he was sharing his breath of life with you.

Your clothing disappeared as Dream laid you down in the soft sand that shifted and moulded to your shape, it was unlike the coarse and gritty grains you had felt on beaches before. No, this sand felt like an extension of his body as he cradled you, kissing his way across your skin and eliciting needy sounds wherever he went.

Your fingers delved into his obsidian hair and he moaned against your breast, his head nuzzling into your touch that you were all too willing to give him.

“You will never suffer a nightmare again,” Dream promised as he rolled his eyes to look up at you, his chin resting low on your belly. “You shall always have that sunshine kissing your skin.”

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, You make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away.

Your head was thrown back as he reached your core, his tongue setting fire to your body as he tasted your essence. His name tumbled from your lips in a revered prayer as he found the bundle of nerves that had you trembling and when his fingers probed your slick entrance stars erupted in your vision.

“Dream, please…” you weren’t sure exactly what you were asking for, all you knew was you needed more of him and he seemed to know what that was. He rose up over you, his lips shiny with your arousal that he shared with a heated kiss, and you felt the head of his cock slipping through your folds. The sheer size of his cock stole your breath and he dropped his forehead to yours.

“I won’t hurt you.”

You believed him, trusted him, and so you hooked your legs over his hips and gave him the access he had silently asked for.

You cried out as he filled you, the sweet burn of the stretch quickly fading as he sucked the tender skin on your collarbone and rolled his hips back. A deep dark chuckle escaped him as you caught his retreat with your heels dug into the tense muscles across his ass.

“Patience, love,” he said low in your ear as he eased deeper, before retreating once more. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The sounds you were making were unheard of even to you, the aching need for more was thrown to the sky with passionate cries and when he gave you what you wanted the moans echoed across the beach. His gentle touches turned desperate as he felt your core clenching around him, your walls quivering as you neared your release and he let go of a little of the restraint he held.

“Oh, Dream, yes,” you shouted as your vision exploded into a symphony of colour, your body trembling from head to very curled toes.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you climaxed but droplets of rain fell upon your face and you looked up to see not a cloud but Dream. His eyes were screwed shut as his back arched and he buried himself deep into you, as if he could hide from his pain if he could just stay in the solace of your body.

You wiped the tears from his cheeks and pulled him to your chest. “If you could go anywhere, where would it be?”

“Home,” he choked, withdrawing himself from you as he knelt back and buried his hands in the sand.

You could feel a shift in the world around you as you sat up and knew you would find yourself back in the basement all too soon, this night to become another dream that is forgotten. “I hope you find it.”

His eyes never left yours as the sand began to swirl around him and his words caressed your skin tenderly, “I already have.”

Please don't take my sunshine away.

You woke on the cold stone floor, rolling onto your back at some point as you slept, and you gasped as you realised your shoe had carved a line through the golden circle. You shot up and turned to look at the sphere to find it empty. Instead of fear of losing your job you found yourself smiling, relief bubbling in your chest as you felt a strange warmth in your blood.

Rising to your feet, you tried to listen for signs of the party above but there was nothing. Since you no longer had a charge to watch over, you ascended the stairs with quiet steps and peered out into the hall.

Revellers had not left as you had thought, they all lay strewn across the hard wood floors, their closed eyes fluttering with disturbed sleep. Carefully stepping across them, you had an innate sense of who it was that they were dreaming about.

The gramophone scratched to life as the needle was placed against the vinyl and you turned to the sound to find him standing there. Dream. He waited with his pale hand extended, the empty sleeve for Al Bowlly’s ‘Who’s taking you home tonight?’ resting against the music box beside him.

Your fingers laced with his and he pulled you close as the song began, your bodies swaying together between the sleepers. There was no need to make a sound, not when the music spoke volumes in itself, so you rested your head in the crook of his neck and placed a delicate kiss over his pulse.

Who's taking you home tonight After the dance is through Who's going to hold you tight And whisper "I love you, I do"

His warm lips pressed to your forehead as he held you tighter and you looked up with a smile. “I love you too, Dream.”

Who's the lucky boy that's going your way To kiss you goodnight at your doorway Who's taking you home tonight? Darling, it's plain to see I'm pleading, "Please, let it be me"

“Are you ready to go?” he asked as the needle reached the inner circle and the music came to an end.

“With you?” you asked and your heart began to race as he nodded. “Where?”

His lips teased the hint of a smile as a glowing blue light began to form behind him. He was unafraid as he turned and looked at it, his hand holding yours while his thumb stroked your skin in reassurance. “Home.”

Home. It was something that you had once had but lost long before the war even began, when your family sent you to boarding schools behind high stone walls. It was something you wanted once again.

Holding Dream’s hand tighter, you stepped up to his side and faced the blue light fearlessly. “Take me home, Dream. It is wherever you are.”

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strangerthingsn · 5 months

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bruised

Part 2

summary: You live in your car or a hotel, you sell your body to men for money, but got accidentally pregnant by the only one Alan Munson(Eddies dad). He was in jail before, for the same thing he did to you. But lucky he has a son who cares and helps you out.

warnings part 2: 18+ (all parts), sex mentioned, alcohol, reader is a female (did I miss something?)

Eddie walks into the trailer, you’re in the kitchen cooking dinner so his uncle doesn’t have to do that. Eddie is home from a day at his work, he told you about his job as a tattoo artist. “What the-“ you cleaned the whole trailer up today

“what?” You chuckle.

“I’ve never seen this place so clean” he looks around.

“you like it?” You walk out of the kitchen to the living room where Eddie was.

“mhm, Come hire” You look up at Eddie looking a little confused.

“Bought this for you I don’t know if you like it tho” Eddie puts a bag down on the table and gets out a red dress. You walk over to him with a smile. “Its specially for pregnant women, but I think it’s gorgeous with the red” he shows it.

“It’s lovely besides it’s a Christmas color, thank you so much!” you take it and give him a kiss on his cheek. “Dinner is ready, can you get your uncle?”

“yeah sure, we have like two hours to get us ready after” Eddie puts the dress back in the bag and while he walks to his uncles room he puts the bag in his own. In meanwhile you put the dinner on three plates and put it on the small table. You hear Eddie talk with his uncle while you put the drinks on the table.

“he’s coming” Edie sits down and looks at his plate. “I thought you only ate bread and didn’t cook”

“well… sometimes I cook for one of the guys that I worked for” you sit down besides him.

“it smells good” Eddie grabs a beer and opens it.

“thanks” you smile grabbing a coke.

“did you do this kid?” Wayne walks over to the table looking at you.

“oh yeah, I’m really thankful for the help you guys are giving me I wanted to do something back for it” you starts eating.

“No problem” Eddie smiles.

“pretty handy having a women in home” Wayne jokes and starts eating also.

“sure it is” you giggle.

“mmmh this is good”Eddie says after taking his first bite.

“Thank you” it was silent for a couple minutes, everyone enjoying their meal.

“so you guys have a party I heard?” Wayne starts.

“yeah” Eddie nods.

“you’re not drinking, drugs or whatever.” Wayne points at you.

“Wayne.. you’re not her dad” Eddie says before you could say anything.

“it’s okay Eddie” you chuckle “he’s not wrong, and no i absolutely won’t”

“Are you gonna look for another job?” Wayne looks at you.

“uh.. I don’t really know who wants a 19 year old pregnant dumb woman” you shrug your shoulders.

“You’re not dumb, I’m sure anyone wants you” Eddie smiles. “maybe something like a coffee shop?”

“A coffee shop doesn’t sound too bad” you nod almost finishing your meal.

“Anyways, have fun at the party, I gonna do a little nap before night shift” Wayne finished.

“thank you mr Munson”

“Keep her safe Edward” Wayne gets up placing his plate in the sink.

“yeah, I will.” Eddie grabs your plate when he sees you’re finished and puts it in the sink together with his own. “Should we get a outfit?”

“Mhm” you get up and walk behind him to his room.

“Did I already say I have black heels for you?” He gets them out of the bag.

“ill pay back as soon as I can and then also buy my own clothes” you smile and hug him.

“You don’t have to, actually you can wear my clothes forever also” Eddie hugs back looking at you in his clothes.

“you have a good style, badass” you pull away from the hug.

“It suits you even better” Eddie winks while you take off your shirt (Eddie’s shirt) Eddie smiles and turns around giving you some privacy. “I’m gonna shower”

“okay can I choose ur outfit?” You take off your jeans (also Eddies).

“sure” He grabs boxers out of his closet and walks out of the bedroom. You watch him and then you grab your dress, you put it on but you couldn’t close the back. Well you’ll just ask Eddie to help you with that. You grab the pretty heels and put them on, you walk pretty much on heels especially with your work as sex worker because that was sexy. You stand up and look in his mirror. Your belly looked pretty in the dress, you turn around but you notice the prize tag sitting. “217 dollar” you whisper reading the price tag.

You can’t just take that. Eddie doesn’t even know you that well, you only been talking these four days and maybe earlier just a little bit but this is too expensive for just a present. You sigh while walking to his closet. You look through the stuff he has, actually only band shirts or some kind of hellfireshirt for his dnd club he told you about. You look though the pants first finding leather pants. You seen rockstars wearing it in music videos or in their concerts but it’s honestly pretty sexy so you choose that. As shirt you choose a Mötley crüe shirt it was short so when he makes some movements you could maybe see his happy trail or his v line.

“You got a outfit?” Eddie walks in with a towel around his waist. You nod smiling giving the outfit you choose. Eddie looks at it “you want me in this?”

“its sexy” you grin.

“You think I’m sexy?” Eddie chuckles taking the towel off. But he had already his boxers on, sadly.

“maybe” you smirk “but I can wear something else, I don’t want the dress” Eddie looks up at you in a confused way after he had put on his pants.

“but look at you…” he pushes you towards the mirror gently and he stand close behind you and places a hand on your belly. “It perfect.” He whispers.

“You think so?” You smile looking at your reflection and then at Eddies.

“you’re perfect. I’m sure everything fits you” he puts some hair behind your ear. Your heart had never beaten so fast, ofcourse you had sex yesterday but this moment was special and lovely.

“Yeah?” You stay looking at his reflection in meanwhile he puts the zipper up and looks at your reflection also.

“absolutely” Eddie nods “oh I left this on it” he takes the price tag off and you nod. “Oh…. You don’t think you’re not worth the money.?” Eddie looks at you after realizing.

“I mean.. it’s a lot..” you agree.

“But you’re like… a sister now… we live in the same house and you deserve normal clothes and absolutely to look stunning at a party” did he just say you’re a sister to him… you try to hide your disappointment. Suddenly you hear the bell ring and Eddie walks to his bed putting on his shirt.

“the boys are hire, I got your bag at my dads since he’s in jail now, you’re makeup is still in it” Eddie opens the door of his room “take your time”

“Thank you” you walks away from the mirror towards your bag. Eddie nods and walks out of his room closing the door behind him. You grab the makeup bag in your bag and walk to the mirror again. You sit infrond of it and you look around for inspiration, you find posters with half naked girls on covers of metal songs or posters. You see a pretty girl with eyeliner and Smokey eyes, you can imagine that being Eddies type and that’s exactly what you wanted to be.

besides its not the first time you do this makeup look, you think its pretty. You start with concealer putting it under your eyes and some injuries, you blend it out and then you grab your bronzer you make your cheekbones look more pretty, then you apply a eyeliner and you put some black eyeshadow on to make it a smokey eye. To finish the look you put on mascara and a red tinted lipgloss. It probably had taken you about 15 minutes but now you’re ready and your makeup fits your outfit perfectly.

You put some parfume on and you’re done, you grab the door handle waiting a moment before opening it. What if his fired won’t like you and maybe they will tease you? How do they even look like? They probably have the similar style Eddie has because they were also his bandmates. You sigh and open it, you see them waiting on the couch and some are standing and leaning against the wall all taking to eacother.

“uh hi.. I’m y/n” you smile nervously.

“hey, I’m Gareth, Drummer” a guy with dark blonde hair, blue eyes and freckles smiles.

“im Grand” A big guy with brown curls smiles, they all look nice to you. You have the two a nice smile.

“Jeff” Another guy gives you a hand, you notice his shirt because he had the same band on it as Eddie. “Nice to meet you”

“Nice to meet you too” you see Eddie staring at you and you look back at him.

“what’s wrong? Is there something on my dress.?” You look down to find something he is staring at.

“N-no no. You just look very beautiful” Eddie gets up from the couch. You blush a little with a smile.

“sorry for him he isn’t around girls so often” Gareth messes Eddies hair up.

“not my hair. God damn it Gareth.” Eddie says annoyed and pushes him.

“ey sweetheart get me another beer please” Jeff hands you a empty beer bottle.

“oki” you take it and walk into the kitchen to get another one for him.

“seriously Jeff?” Eddie snaps but you can’t hear them.

“She’s so nice, how old is she?” Jeff looks at Eddie.

“no no no. It’s Eddie’s turn if he fails it’s mine” Gareth sticks his tongue out.

“No don’t treat her like that she had enough trouble with man” Eddie looks at Gareth.

“Mate if you want her you have a free baby with it. I could never” Grant chuckles.

“Is your dad really the dad of the baby tho??” Gareth looks disgusted.

“yeah but don’t tell her i told you please” Eddie watches you coming back.

“for u” you give the beer to Jeff.

“thanks, you’re the sweetest” Jeff takes it from you immediately taking a sip, you sit down on the ground with some struggles because of your babybumb what’s extremely in the way.

“I heard they are gonna do 7 minutes in heaven, I hope that hot chick comes” Gareth grins.

“I don’t know if I’m gonna join, I mean- I’m always so unlucky with those bottles” Jeff chuckled, you have absolutely no idea what they are talking about. You missed all the things normal teens do because you never had high school or partys like this one.

“and you? Are you gonna do it?” Gareth looks at you, you look up at him a little confused.

“w-what?” You chuckle.

“7 minutes in heaven” Jeff interrupt.

“what is that?” You ask looking at them both.

“Like you spin a bottle and what person it lands on you go 7 minutes in a dark closed with.. uh in there you can do whatever you want” Eddie explains while getting up.

“you can fuck in there real good” Gareth smirks.

“I rather not, I don’t wanna fuck every guy on that party, I don’t wanna make my baby sick or whatever” you explain.

“Fair enough” Grand agrees.

“chop chop. To the van” Eddie walks over to the door. Everyone puts on their jackets and shoes. You try to get up but that was not so easy as sitting down..

“come hire princess” Eddie probably saw you struggling so he helps you getting up.

“thank you” you breath out.

“Don’t have to thank me, hire” Eddie put his leather jacket on you because you didn’t have a jacket. You smile and Eddie looks at your heels. “Those are pretty, looks good on your pretty legs” That made you blush.

“thank you” you smile gently.

“come on love birds” Gareth pulls Eddies hair and walks out.

“I’m not a love bird.” Eddie and you said on the exact same time. You look at each other and you start laughing.

“come” Eddie walks out with you and closes the door behind you, while the rest is already in the back of his van you walk over to the passengers seat.

“we had a question y/n” Grand starts.

“Then ask it” you sit down and close the door looking behind you at the boys in the backsteat.

“do you like Eddie?” Jeff smirks.

“no!” You hope it was not obvious that you were totally lying. “I mean… as a friend yeah”

“Oh you definitely do” Gareth grins.

“sssst he’s coming” Grand says when Eddie opens the door.

“our secret” Jeff chuckles.

“What?” Eddie looks behind him also.

“Nothing” you turn back “let’s drive to the party”

“alright” Eddie turns back and starts the car. The radio turns on with a sweet 80s song.

“put some metal on y/n” Jeff whines.

“What if I like this song?” You look at him raising a eyebrow.

“then your music taste is total trash” Gareth interrupts.

“fine” you turn back to the radio and you put on another song on what turns out to be crazy train by Ozzy Osborne. “better?”

“a lot” Gareth smiles.

“i like Ozzy Osborne” you smile. “I like crüe too” you point at Jeff his shirt.

“What else do you know?” Jeff raised his eye brows.

“I love Korn, but mostly uhh… Metallica orrr Guns N’ Roses ” you smile “they are hot”

“do we have a groupie hire?” Grant chuckles.

“Only a groupie for Eddie, huh?” Gareth teases.

“Gareth stop bothering her, dick” Eddie looks at him for a second.

“It’s fine Eddie” You turn back to look at the road. The guys already had a conversation with each other but you and Eddie sat in silence, until Eddie looks at you.

“do you dance?” He looks back at the road again.

“I used to strip so I might dance tonight… well not like I did in stripclubs but normal dancing ofcourse” you chuckle a little.

“oh” Eddie chuckles also “I can’t really dance”

“You have to. I can’t dance alone” you look at him with a grin.

“don’t challenge me doll” o my god. Did he just call you doll? You feel your cheeks warmen and you look down.

“what if i do?” You look up with a lil smirk.

“I’m not dancing.” Eddie looks back at you.

“Awhh doesn’t that fit in that perfect little sex drugs rock n roll life of yours?” You chuckle.

“you’ve ever seen a metalhead dance?”

“you’ll be the first one” you look at him with puppy eyes. “Pleaseee”

“Fine, but just not immediately let me drink a couple beers”

“only three” you point at him.

“I know” you drive through a street and it looked so cute with the little houses and the Christmas lights.

“Stop the car!” You shout, you see a little kid on the side of the road walking to the woods.

“Why?!” Eddie and the rest are looking at you.

“Just stop.” You said and he did finally, you open your door and walk out, it was pretty cold today and you just don’t wanna leave a kid all alone in the cold. You walk over to her with a smile.

“hey.. where are your mommy and daddy?” You kneel down by her.

“Don’ now” she looks a little scared because ofcourse just someone stepped out of a van what looks like it already took 5 kids.

“I’m y/n, I was going to a party with my friends but ofcourse I had to help you first” you smile again.

“I’m Layla” she smiles gently.

“That’s a very nice name, should we go look for your parents?” You stand up and Layla nods and takes your hand. In meanwhile Eddie walks over to you.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie looks at the kid and back at you.

“I don’t know..” you feel some more weight on your hand, she was probably tired. “Should I pick you up sweetie?” She nods and holds her arms out. You pick her up and you walk over to the sidewalk.

“House” she points to a house.

“is that your house?” You look at it.

“Yeah my house” she lays her head on your shoulder.

“you’re good with kids y/n” Eddie smiles.

“thank you” you smile at him while walking over to the house.

“baby?” She lays her hand on your belly.

“Yeah” you smile looking at her hand.

“mama too” she smiles.

“you’re getting a sibling?”

“brotha” she nods slowly.

“that’s cool” you smile at her.“let’s see if your parents are home then” you walk over to the frond door and you knock. No one opens so you knock again.

“uh… I’m going back to the van, is that okay?” Eddie lays his hand on your back.

“ofcourse” you smile and Eddie smiles back walking over to the van. Still no one opens the door so you ring the doorbell, 2 minutes later a man opens the door.

“Layla, I’m so sorry… I felt asleep when she was playing outside and my wife is out” he sighs.

“She’s fine just a little tired” you give her to her dad.

“Thank you so much” he smiles.

“No problem I’m happy I could help”

“I’m so thankful” the man looks at his daughter.

“Well, I should get going.. I’m going to a party, the people in the car are waiting” you smile gently.

“alright, have fun at the party”

“bye!” You walks off waving and the man waves back before closing the door. You make your way to the car while hearing some interesting things.

“no but seriously her moans where better then the ones in rocket queen, i swear” You hear Eddie say, you know that song, it’s from Guns N’ Roses. You stand against the van but on a place they couldn’t see you but you could still hear them.

“I can belive that” Jeff chuckles.

“Well if I where you I’ll take her, she’s perfect for you” Gareth says.

“what about the baby?”Eddie asks, now you’re 100% sure it’s about you.

“I’m sure you’ll be a great dad, slash stepdad, slash brother” Grand grins.

“maybe…” Eddie awnsers and now you finally walk over to the door and you open it. The car went silent and they look at you.

“what?” You look around while sitting down.

“Nothing” Eddie starts driving again after you closed to door.

“Alright then” you smile. You hear the song rainbow in the dark by Dio on the radio and you smile turning the volume up “fuck I love this song”

“that’s so sexy” Gareth grins.

“Shut up” you roll your eyes playfully.

“okay y/n, Kirk Hammett or Izzy Stradlin?” Grant asks.

“Uh… Kirk” you grin.

“Then Slash or Vince Neil” Jeff chuckles.

“slash ofcourse.” You laugh.

“I thought all the girls loved Vince” Jeff looks at you.

“He’s blonde man, com on now” you laugh a little. “Besides slash is so damn hot”

“Tommy or Nikki then” Eddie interrupts.

“Both at the same fucking time” you smirk.

“WOAH” Jeff laughs.

“I mean that’s probably what all the groupie wants” Gareth shrugs his shoulders.

“I’m not a groupie”

“but you would sleep with rockstars.” Eddie giggles.

“True” you nod. It was silent for a while and you guys arrive a couple minutes later, you could see it would be busy inside of the amount of cars parked in the street.

“let’s go motherfuckerssss!!” Gareth jumps out and the rest follows.

“if we can’t find each other inside just walk to the kitchen, yeah?” Eddie says before you two get out.

“Okay!” You honestly were so exited to meet some new people. You make your way into the house to the crowd of people and a guy with cool brown hair walks over to you and the rest.

“hey dudes” he smiles at Eddie and his friends then he looks at you.

“uh umh, y/n” you smile and he shakes your hand.

“steve Nice to meet you, Eddies girlfriend?” He looks at both of you.

“Oh-.. uh” You stutter.

“ohh.. no just a friend” Eddie smiles while looking at you and back Steve’s way.

“Okay then, just a couple rules, don’t fuck in my room, smoking outside please and just don’t make trouble” He smiles.

“promise” you nod.

“good” Steve nods also with a smile and with that you walk a little further. Eddie decided to be with the boys what you understand ofcourse because if he’s not working, he’s him with you he has never time alone. You stand in the kitchen looking at all the alcohol. Well there was nothing else then that, you look around looking for anyone you could ask about it. You saw a guy putting some vodka in his cup.

“hey-…uh you know if there is something else to drink?” You walk over to him. The blond guy looks up and he was pretty, blonde curly hair and blue eyes.

“what did you say?” He look annoyed by you.

“sorry to bother, but I’m pregnant you know if there is something else to drink.?” You ask again.

“Can’t tell you. Go asks Steve”

“come Billy” Another dude is talking to him, they didn’t look really nice tho.

“alright.” You sigh and turn around to bumb into a girl.

“I shouldn’t talk to him” she looks at you.

“sorry-..what? With who?” You look confused.

“Billy, he’s a player” the girl leans against the counter.

“Thanks for the warning” you smile.

“I’m Mary, nice to meet you”

“I’m y/n” you lean against the counter too.

“You came hire with those guys?” She points at Eddie and his friends.

“yep” you nod.

“aaah i see, they are nice people, little weird sometimes but so far i know nice” she shrugs her shoulders.

“yeah I know Eddie a little longer, the other I just met a couple hours ago”

“You live hire I’m Hawkins?” “long story short; my parents died when I was 12 after middle school, I didn’t do high school and I became a stripper and also a sex worker and home less” you shrug your shoulders.

“oh jesus, must have been really hard for you..”

“well when I got payed enough I gotta go to a hotel if not, I sleep in my parents car.”

“you drive the car?” She grabs a cup and puts some punch in it.

“no, it is just standing on a parking lot”

“then how you met Munson? You wok for him?”

“Oh I used to work for his dad…” you look down at the baby bumb “he got me pregnant and shot me after”

“o lord” he raises her eyebrows. “I know he’s a criminal, he steals cars and stuff, also there are rumors he killed Eddies mom”

“I know he is but anyways Eddie saved me and we actually became friends, now I live with him and his uncle since yesterday”

“so it happened not long ago?” She takes a sip of her drink.

“uhhhh about 4 days ago” you nod.

“I feel so bad for you, you gonna keep the little kiddo?”

“yes” you nod.

“oh wait.. you want something to drink?” She walks to the fridge and opens it.

“Thank you”

“I totally forgot to put other things then alcohol on the kitchen” she grabs cans of coke and fanta. You smile and take a coke.

“you live hire?” You ask opening the can.

“No Stevie is my cousin” she closes the fridge again.

“cool you must be really rich then” you smile.

“I wouldn’t say rich, maybe my parents have a good job but I live in a smaller house then this”

“I wish I had a life like you”

“it’s not always easy, I have a horse and my mom always wants me to win competitions and stuff”

“You do horse riding?”

“yep, I have a horse named Elvis, I’m a big Elvis fan” she giggles.

“Elvis is a good name, good singer too” you agree with her.

—-3 hours later ——

You and Mary talked a bit longer and after they did 7 minutes in heaven, you didn’t joint for obvious reasons and Eddie didn’t too.

“you already made a friend?” Eddie smiles sitting next to you.

“I guess, her name is Mary she’s Steves niece” you lean back on the couch.

“I wouldn’t think anyone could not like you, you’re just so kind” he smiles giving you a can of Fanta.

“you’re the sweetest” you take the can from him with a smile. “And how is your night? Fixes some girls?”

“it’s pretty fun, and no, not that I know of” Eddie chuckles.

“we are hopeless” you giggle too.

“I saw you talking to Billy in the begin?”

“he was mean” you roll your eyes.

“He has a big ego” Eddie nods.

“Pretty guy tho, not a hundred percent my tipe, I prefer the ones with dark hair”

“I figured in the car” Eddie smiles.

“what about you? What’s ur type?” You look up at him. You’re sure no one is listening to the conversation you have, all too drunk dancing around and Jeff even fixed a girl.

“hmmm, I like blue eyes and I like when girls paint their hair red or blue or anything” Eddie looks at you.

“Yes I know what you mean that’s cool, when I was younger I always wanted red hair but I never had the money for it obviously” you smile.

“is this your real hair color?” Eddie plays with your hair.

“yes my parents had both black hair” you nod.

“Black hair and grey eyes…” Eddie smiles looking at you “you don’t see that much often”

“I don’t know what I think of it”

“I think you’re a gorgeous woman, if the kid is lucky they look like you” Eddie flirts.

“well I think you had more then three beer” you smirk a little.

“I had a little more” he smiles drunkenly.

“you can drive right..?” You yawn.

“yes don’t worry i drive even better then when im sober”

“I don’t know if I belive that but I guess I’ll see” you chuckle.

“come on y/n” Mary takes your hand “let’s dance”

“yes go dance” Eddie smiles.

“I’m tired”

“don’t lie” Mary giggles “comeee”

“okay okay” you smile getting up and walking to the dancing crowd of people. bad medicine by Bon Jovi was on, luckily you like this song and you started dancing with Mary. You look around seeing some girls smile at Mary, she’s pretty popular you can tell.

In meanwhile the song changed into Cheri Cheri lady. You liked this song, it came out a couple years ago but it was a vibe. You knew it was already late, must be around 12 pm. It’s not even that late but it is for you, you were tired probably because of your pregnancy.

“Let me get a drink for you” Mary smiles and rubs into the kitchen. Now you’re dancing awkwardly alone. Not for long tho it didn’t take long before a boy joined you, he was tall, he hand brown hair and green eyes. You smile at him and continue dancing.

“what’s your name sweetheart?”

“y/n, yours?” You talk loud for him to hear you because of the loud music.

“mason” he gives a sweet smile, you smile back while Mary walks back.

“back off I was dancing with her Mason” Mary hand your drink and looks at mason.

“sorry missy” he rolls his eyes and walks away.

“What’s wrong with him?” You look at Mary.

“ex” she chuckles.

“Sorry I didn’t know” you giggle.

“but if you’re into him i can call him back?”

“no no it’s fine, he’s handsome but anyone else can have him” you smile taking a sip of your drink.

“You have a crush?” She raises her eyebrows.

“no!” You said that too fast.

“oh you definitely do” she laugh. “Munson?” You choke in your coke. Yes so now she knows it true, good reaction y/n…

“ofcourse not” you try.

“don’t worry he likes you too”

“How do you know?” You look confused.

“well he’s watching you while talking to his friend what means they are talking about you, plus he hand his hand on his dick when you talked” She smirks.

“I-“ you laugh a little “I don’t think I’m his type Mary”Mary looks behind you again.

“he’s going to the bathroom, you should follow him” She looks back at You again.

“don’t think that’s a good idea, we’ll sleep in the same bed tonight anyways”

“damn, you did that before?”

“Only yesterday..”

“alright then I guess you still have enough chances” she smirks again.

“besides I’m not in the mood tonight”

“Fair enough” she nods “ o my god, I love this song!!” She smiles big when she hears rebel yell coming on.

“Me too!!” You giggle.

“anyways, I’m gonna ask for a song, be right back” she smirks.

“No mary… what’s your plan.?”

“surprise” she runs off. You turn around to see Gareth and Grant watch you nothing Eddie is still using the bathroom. Gareth looks away like you didn’t catch them staring at you already. You giggle and stick your tongue out to grand.

“I’m back” she continues dancing with you again. “that motherfucker better be hire soon” she grins.

“I’m afraid” you look at her.

“don’t be” she smiles friendly.

“can I have ur number tho?”

“uh you should ask Eddie that I don’t know it” you shrug your shoulders.

“then I will”

—10 minutes later—

You were still dancing but you noticed some people going home already but it was still crowded.

“oeeehh is it okay if i dance this one with my boyfriend?” She asks if take my breath away comes on.

“sure don’t worry about me” you smile.

“thanks sweetie” Mary goes over to her boyfriend and dances together slowly in a perfect rhythm. You look around seeing only couples dancing so you’re just standing there fucking awkward. You walk over to a wall by the music and you lean against it.

“Come on Eddie, look at her standing all alone” Gareth tries to convince Eddie to dance with you.

“no I don’t like dancing, you know that.” Eddie says annoyed.

“okay fine, then i will because this is just sad man.” Gareth says walking over to you. You didn’t notice at first but suddenly someone takes your hand.

“come” Gareth smiles. You smile back taking his hand, he walks over to Mary and her boyfriend and places his hands on your back and you wrap your arms around his neck. He was just a little taller then you so it was easy.

“I asked Eddie if he wants to dance but he gets grumpy if he’s too drunk” Gareth chuckles.

“that’s fine” you smile.

“whore” anyone behind you said and you’re really sure that was about you. You look behind you to see a blonde guy with a basketball sweater on.

“huh? What did you say?” You let Gareth go and turn to him. The boy looks at your belly and snorts.

“come on Jason let her go” a blonde girl pulls his sweater.

“who’s the dad? Or you had so many you don’t even know anymore?” He laughs, some other people do too. You open your mouth to say something but you didn’t have words.

“hey man. You better leave her alone.” Eddie stands next to you suddenly.

“or what Munson?” He smirks.

“Nothing. Eddie has nothing to do with it but I just want to say it’s very sad that you talk to a woman like that.” You snap. Eddie looks at you and raises his eyebrows while you push past Jason making your way to the backyard of the house.

You sit down in the cold wet grass all alone in the dark. You shiver because you only had a dress on and it’s winter. You thought of the things Jason said to you, you realized they were true. You were a whore and you had slept with much men but one thing was a lie; you knew who the dad was..

Let me know if you liked this part! thanks for all the likes on part one🫶🏻

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mikasuxxx · 2 years

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pink loving super spy reader is kinda starting to grow on me. like imagine her just occasionally walking around base after successfully gaining some intel, in a fur coat, a dress and heels with the fluff on them (yes, they have to have fluff on them) and they click clack with every step she takes (people look but no one really says anything. even if they did she doesnt care cause she embraces herself like a fucking girlboss, as she should tbh) and slams down a small tape recorder on Price's desk, and says in a sing song tone, "Oh, Priceeeee!!! look at all this juicy intel i just got ahold of!!!" and Price is always amused by it every time. And of course, she never fails to deliver. Shes very confident and playful (and flirty maybe?) yet she always gets the job done. probably brings him and the other members of the task force some kind of gift from wherever her mission took place.

one time she bought price a fucking leopard print thong just for funsies

"Agent [Name], what the fuck is this?"

"What??? i saw it in a display and i just knew you'd look darling in that, i dont know if its your size though. Doesnt matter, it will still show off everything for our next "meeting""

He sighs, rubbing his temple "Just get out of my office, ill talk to you later."

She gasps in excitement "So you'll wear it???"

"OUT!"

She also is very flirty with the 141 boys. She adores them. She may or may not have slept with all of them. All of them except Ghost. Her ultimate goal was to at least get one night with Ghost. She knows he wont budge but she's still playful with him either way.

Her, Soap and Gaz have made a bet over it. if she's able to make Ghost fold one day, she'll be $60 richer.

She doesnt actively bother him all the time, just on the small occasions. She thinks hes super attractive and would kill to have him raw dog her and all but she also respects his boundaries. He did get used to her and sometimes would play along with her flirts. Small progress.

The gifts she gives the other boys are funny yet bizarre. She gets Soap an actual bar of soap, but its the one where its got pheromones and shit, like the one that makes people horny or something like that. Or, alternatively, she gets him a pink cock ring, cause she loves making him feel good but her hands get tired. (mfs hella girthy and her hands cant even fully wrap around it)

She gets Gaz a pink robe set with fluffy slides. This is in reference to my headcanon of him loving shower sex. She loves it too but she actually cleans herself up after and puts on a pink robe, as expected, and some fluffy slippers. She wants him to match her. He finds it funny, and he actually ends up wearing it after they fuck in the shower. He says is very comfy

As for Ghost, hes very mysterious and doesnt talk about himself, like at all, so it gives her basically nothing to work with. Shes more close to the other men so normally she knows what to get them. She just gets him a regular old cologne, or some basic gifts that you'd get men for christmas. Maybe, just maybe, if shes close enough to him, she'll get him some flavored condoms. He's very...unamused but hes not angry.

"I heard strawberry one tastes good so maybe use that one."

"I dont even know what the fuck to say to this"

"Just say thank you for once at least, jeez!!!"

"Fine, thank you, [Name]"

"There you go!!! you're welcome!!"

idk what this is. I just thought it was funny

#mw2022 #mw2 #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #simon riley #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #john price #some headcanons i guess lol

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hutaoscoffinn · 1 year

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UNDER THE WEATHER

Everyone is getting sick once again thanks to covid and the flu having another go around and I had two requests for a sick reader so headcanon time

Warnings: sickness, this is super fluffy, domestic Rika, fussy Rika, Rika taking care of you when you’re sick, gn! Reader, this is honestly really cute and domestic, so fun to write

Character: Rika of the Elite Four

Requests: OPEN

Sickness has been knocking everyone down these past years but its always before Christmas where it comes to a head

But don’t worry good ol’ Rika will take care of you

Rika will realize almost immediately that you are sick

She is incredibly perceptive when it comes to you so she notices when you wake up with a stuffy nose and a hoarse voice with a groggy look in your eye

She will immediately call you out of work, email your professors if you are a student, do whatever she needs to do to make sure your day is freed up

Don’t even try to get out of bed

Rika will not let you

She will be making sure you have medication at hand and if you don’t she will be going to the pharmacy to get some medication that you can take

After you’ve taken medication Rika will absolutely be making you some hot tea with honey to help soothe your sore throat and to give your body a little boost for fighting off whatever ails you

If the tea gets cold dont worry, Rika will warm it up again for you and she will make sure you drink it all

Hot tea is really helpful for whenever you’re sick and can help clear up your sinuses so save Rika some extra fussing and drink the tea

She just wants to make sure you feel better as soon as possible

She can’t have her baby feeling down now can she?

Speaking of fussing Rika will be fussing over you all day, making sure you are tucked into bed and not too hot nor too cold

If you’re feeling cold she will make sure you have some extra fluffy blankets at hand along with plenty of her sweatshirts to keep you warm

If you feel too hot she’s grabbing a loose tshirt and getting you cold water and some ice packs to help you cool down and will even turn down the temperature in your home if need be

Rika will also be making you some soup for while you are sick, whichever one is your favorite of course

Warm soup when you’re feeling ill soothes the soul and I stand by that

It’s comforting to have some hot soup when you’re sick especially when someone you love has made it for you

Rika will even feed you if you’re having trouble eating by yourself

She loves taking care of you so let her help okay?

Rika is incredibly insistent that getting proper nutrients is even more important when you are sick so she wants to make sure you eat as much as you can without making yourself feel worse

And of course, drinking water

Hydration is a key part of overcoming your illness quicker so you can expect Rika to be constantly filling up a cup of water for you

Every hour or two she will check in to make sure you have been drinking some water

If you have been drinking water, expect lots of praises from your very loving girlfriend

If not,,,

Well, be prepared for a bit of scolding

But don’t worry, being sick doesnt mean Rika will be fussing over you 100% of the time

She will probably take the day off to care for you, maybe even multiple if your sickness doesn’t let up

So while you are both at home, Rika will be by your side and holding you

She knows she could get sick but honestly she doesn’t really care

She’s more focused on making sure you start feeling better and obviously a good remedy is some cuddling in bed

Watching movies or some of your favorite shows with Rika, curled up by her side in bed is an upside to being sick

Usually your lives are rather fast paced without much of a chance to slow down for a bit, especially for Rika

Working for the pokemon league and being a member of the elite four isn’t an easy job and is definitely one that isn’t exactly an office job

So spending full days with Rika like this are rare

And even if one or both of you is sick, having the time to slow down and enjoy each other is needed and Rika is grateful for the extra time with you

Even if it means that when you feel better, she has a case of the sniffles

Guess you’ll just have to take care of her now, wont you?

Reblogs are always appreciated <3

#coffinn.writes #elite four rika #pokemon rika headcanon #elite four rika x reader #rika elite 4 x reader #elite 4 rika #pokemon rika x you #pokemon rika elite four #pokemon rika elite 4 #rika x reader #rika x reader fluff #pokemon rika x reader #pokemon rika x reader fluff #rika fluff #rika headcanons #this was so cute #ahhh I love domestic rika #domestic rika #domestic rika headcanons

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gatheringfiki · 5 months

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The following ficlet was written by @i-am-still-bb based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, Gen.

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

Deck the Halls

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December 1st

Kili opened the cardboard box that he had brought down from the attic days before. It was dented and soft around the corners, and there was a water stain from some long ago roof leak. He had dragged the ornaments down after he put the tree in its stand. He had intended to start decorating the tree. But then he just… hadn’t. He had gone to the tree farm and cut down the tree on his own, brought it home, and gotten it into the stand and it was more or less straight. That was enough. And it felt like it might be enough for the whole holiday season.

He pushed the box into the corner and turned on the television to watch a hockey match. He did not like hockey, but every other channel was playing Christmas movies, talking about Christmas, or airing the news. And he wanted to avoid all of those things. Right now he did not want to watch parades, see men be tricked into becoming Santa Claus, watch fathers run all over town trying to find the toy their child wants for Christmas, or the chaos of a family Christmas complete with a kidnapping and a house fire.

Fili and he had always watched those movies together—Jingle All the Way, The Santa Clause, Christmas with the Kranks, Home Alone 4, Merry Christmas Charlie Brown, others, and the whole plethora of animated Christmas cartoons from their childhoods.

They had spent the holiday season apart before. School, work, illness—all got in the way at one time or the other. So sometimes Kili put up the tree and FaceTimed Fili while he decorated it. Other times they would watch movies on their laptops, clicking start at the same time. But they always saw each other at some point even if it was just for a day. But since they had completed college, grad school, and internships they had spent each Christmas season together for nearly a decade.

Not this year. And probably not next year if the news of the expedition was correct.

Fili had taken a job as a Navigator on the HMS Dauntless. It was a tremendous honor to be chosen, but it still took Fili away and into the stars. Fili was going to spend Christmas on a different planet looking at different stars. He wouldn’t have a Christmas tree with colored lights and baubles flashing in a darkened room. There would be no light displays in the city center to look at with peppermint hot chocolate in hand. Instead Fili would have twinkling stars and maybe lights from a distant, alien city peeking through cloud cover. And Kili had his job on Earth. He had all of things things available to him. But he had not bought a single peppermint hot chocolate or gandered at the light displays.

—

“You brought what?” Fili asked incredulously.

“Baubles,” Matt said, grunting as he pulled a large tote out of the storage closet. “Tinsel, some fake garlands, lights.”

“On a space mission? Where we could very well be fired on at any given moment given how the negotiations are going.”

Matt shrugged. “And that’s a reason not to celebrate Christmas, why?”

“It’s not…” Fili faltered. “I just was not expecting it, was all.”

“And that’s part of the point,” Matt said. “No one is expecting it, so it will be a good surprise. And we need some good surprises rather than just all the bad ones that we’ve been getting so far on this voyage.”

“I suppose that makes sense.”

“I even had some honeyed hams put in the deep freeze.”

“Did you think about presents?”

“I did,” Matt admitted. “It’ll have to be crafts something”

“I have exactly one crafty skill, and only one. Mapmaking,” Fili held up his hands, “Not really a jumper or a scarf.”

“Well, make a map then.”

Fili grunted. “Who’s going to be doing the decorating?”

“That would be you,” Matt pushed an unlabeled, but heavy box into Fili’s arms. “Merry Christmas.”

Fili strung up silver and gold garlands over the doors into the common areas and around the windows in the navigation cabin. The captain saw him and rolled his eyes, but said nothing. Then there were the baubles in blue, silver, and gold, and the warm white twinkling lights. The refectory, the navigation cabin, and the recreation lounges were certainly more festive than before, but still sterile in the way that spaceships always were. Despite the definite cheerful bend it felt off for Fili. He had grown up with trees covered in eclectic ornaments; some were antiques, some were preschool crafts, some were hand made gifts, and some were mass produced spheres. Those were all hung on a tree that they had cut down themselves. Kili’s family had always used a fake tree, but once he moved in with Fili he had been initiated in the tradition of wandering a field and cutting down your own Christmas tree.

Fili had brought other traditions with him into the house that he shared with Kili. There was gold tinsel, multicolored lights, and a Moravian star on the top of their tree. Kili had brought origami snowflakes, stars, spheres, and his love for bells of all sorts.

Tubs now empty of decorations were now stored away and now released from duty Fili was reading over some navigation reports in the largest of the recreational lounges. The reports could have waited until tomorrow, but the appearance of the Christmas decorations had made him a bit melancholy. He had been excited to take this job, but he had simultaneously dreaded it. To spend almost 2 years aboard the Dauntless, but very possibly more, was a dream job, the very job that he had been working for most of his career working on navigation systems. But it also meant nearly 2 years away from his friends and family.

And Kili.

Fili shook his head and refocused on the reports, but his thoughts started to drift almost immediately.

A few of the younger crew members were seated around a television and they had selected a show to watch. The telltale introduction for Rudolf started with the introduction by the snowman.

Kili knew all of the songs. They had sung them together on more than one occasion.

Fili ended up watching the program from his spot at the table, reports completely forgotten. He wondered if Kili would watch any of the movies on his own.

—

December 7th

Kili had put decorations on the tree, but it was minimal; tinsel, lights, and the most meaningful ornaments—the one commemorating their first house together, baby ornaments, a felt bell decorated with puff pant and a photograph of Fili as a toddler with red cheeks and a cowlick in the center.

Snow had fallen the night before, and Kili could not yet be bothered to dig himself out.

So he set a photograph of Fili and him standing in front of a Christmas lights display on the coffee table, made himself a hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream, and settled in to watch one of their favorite Christmas movies.

—

December 10th

The alarm set for 7:50 pm always startled Fili when it sounded at the same time on every second Saturday. He expected and looked forward to this alarm with its chiming bells, but it always caught him off guard. His turn in the Communications room started at 8pm. He was always waiting at the door so he could use all of the time that was allotted to him.

—

Kili’s phone sat fully charged, screen facing up, on the coffee table. He sat anxiously on the edge of the brown leather couch, elbows on his knees, staring at the tiny black screen. He tapped the glass to wake up the display. It was still fully charged. There was still a full signal.

And it was only 7:58 pm.

The screen turned dark and Kili tapped the glass again.

7:59 pm.

Then 8:00 pm.

The phone never rang immediately no matter how much Kili willed it to. He knew Fili had to sign in with the attendant, find a terminal, sign in to the computer, and then dial Kili’s number. Tasks that ate up precious seconds and delayed their only means of direct communication.

They could also send emails back and forth. They took advantage of that, but the emails usually consisted of a list of things they did that day and that they missed each other. Kili looked forward to those emails, sometimes refreshing his Inbox every few seconds for hours waiting for the next missive to appear. But emails were not the same as video chatting.

And video chatting was a far cry from seeing each other in person. But it was the best they were going to have for… a while. Kili had an app on his phone counting down to the Dauntless’ anticipated return date. And for now he never looked at it. The number was far too large.

Then Kili’s phone rang.

Fili’s face filled the screen with a large green button that Kili swiped to answer the call. The photograph shifted from one of Fili smiling in their kitchen to him sitting in the Comm room with large black headphones covering his ears and a microphone extending from one earpiece.

“Hi!”

“Hi yourself,” Fili replied with a smile. “You are not going to believe or be able to guess what I did this week!”

“Discover a new planet? A race of aliens? Fixed a broken Nav-1500-K12 system yourself?”

“See, those are all things that would make sense given that I’m on a Space Cruiser with the specific mission of locating new planets and I am employed as a Navigations Specialist.”

“Umm…” Kili searched for less plausible activities, but he was distracted by Fili’s voice and face. He could have sworn that Fili looked different in each call, but Kili could never pinpoint exactly what was different. “Used a pogo stick in zero gravity?”

Fili laughed, “Now that would be a challenge.”

“I give up,” Kili grinned back.

“I put up Christmas decorations,” Fili said proudly.

Kili frowned, sure that he had misheard, “What?”

“Christmas decorations,” Fili repeated, “Let me see if I can…” Fili reached forward, fidgeting with the camera to change the direction it was facing.

Kili squinted, nose almost touching the small glass rectangle in, and tried to make out what Fili was trying to show him.

“See? There? Over the door?” Fili said, holding the camera up trying to give Kili a better view.

“I think so?”

“It’s not much. No trees or anything, though, now that I think about it, I am a bit surprised that Matt didn’t bring any of those on board. He had me hanging faux greenery garlands, lights, tinsel, and baubles. He also has a whole bunch of wrapping paper, tape, ribbons and such for presents.” Fill returned the camera to its stand and sat back.

“Are you going to be giving each other astronaut ice cream or other dried food stuff?”

“I don’t really know. It’s not like any of us can run out to the mall to buy something, or hop on the internet and have it show up on our doorstep within twenty-four hours. He did say something about crafting, but,” Fili shrugged. “You know how I am with crafting.”

“You’re just comparing yourself to Bilbo. And he’s practically a wizard.”

“I guess,” Fili said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Enough about life on a floating metal tube. What did you do this week.”

Kili sat back into the couch cushions. The light emitting from the woodburning stove flickered. “It snowed.”

“Oh? You know, I never thought I’d say it, but I actually miss the snow and cold. The ship is cold, especially in the hallways and lesser used rooms, but it’s cold without a purpose other than conserving fuel. Cold that brings snow? At least there’s an upside.”

“Are you sure you miss snow? Maybe you can take over shoveling when you get back. It took me hours to clear the driveway the other day. I did just leave it for a while. And then it snowed more, and I’m still not sure if waiting was a good thing or not because of that. I only had to shovel once instead of twice, but there was more to shovel in one go.” Kili ran a hand through his long hair.

“I’ll shovel all the snow you want me too when I get home,” Fili replied.

“Good.”

“As long as you make me that hot chocolate of yours.”

“I can, but it’s not that hard. I even taped the recipe card to the top of the cocoa tin.”

“It’s never right when I’m the one making it.”

“I’ve watched you make it. It’s correct.”

“Must be the love that you add.”

Kili stuck out his tongue to cover up his pleasure at Fili’s words. “Oh! I also saw an elk when I took a short hike before clearing the snow.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t a reindeer? It is the season.”

“It’s Colorado, not Sweden or Canada.”

“Did it have a red nose?”

“No,” Kili said. He leaned back on the couch, slouching deep into the cushions. “I miss you.”

Fili’s expression softened. “I miss you, too.”

“It… it doesn’t feel like Christmas without you here.”

“Are you going to put up any decorations?”

“I did put up some,” Kili shrugged despondently.

“Show me?”

Kili held his phone up and turned it so Fili could see the green tree standing in the corner of the room with its garland, lights, and ornaments.

“Looks good, Kee.”

Kili turned the camera back around. “Eh,” he shrugged. “I didn’t put on all the baubles. And most of the boxes are still in the attic.”

“You don’t have anyone ordering you to decorate. Do what you want. You don’t have to put up any decorations.”

“I know.”

“I’m glad you did though. I miss you and I miss doing the holiday activities with you, but I’d hate for you to just not do any of them because you enjoy those things as well.”

Kili nodded, but did not respond right away. “I watched The Santa Clause yesterday.”

“You did?” Fili leaned forward on his elbows, braids swinging over his shoulders.

“Yeah. I made hot chocolate and had some Christmas cookies that Bilbo had dropped off.”

“Jealous!”

Kili smiled a little. “I put on your Christmas jumper.”

“The jumper with the hole in the elbow?”

“That’s the one. And I had that ridiculous blanket you bought. That one with the ghosts wearing Santa hats and wrapped in Christmas lights over my lap.”

“It’s not ridiculous. It’s wonderful!”

“It was warm.”

“I didn’t think to pack one of your shirts,” Fili said a bit sadly.

“The jumper didn’t smell like you if that makes a difference?” Kili offered. “It smelled of laundry detergent and that stuff we always put in with the sweaters so they don’t smell all funky when we get them out of storage.”

“The herb sachets.”

“Yes. Those. Though I think the one in the bit needs to be replaced before next year.”

“I’ll send you the instructions whenever you need them.”

—

December 23

“Would you look at that?” Matt’s voice was full of awe and wonder.

He was talking about the planet that they had been approaching for nearly a week and now it was below them and the ship was orbiting the planet that had the familiar, blue, green, and brown of earth, but also some unexpected colors like pink and coral.

“There should be another moon,” Fili said looking from the planet back to his charts.

“It’ll show up,” someone said.

“Or it won’t,” someone else quipped.

As the line between daylight and darkness moved across the planet below lights started to flick on. There were clusters, but they were not near the oceans, like they would be on earth, and they were not connected by slender threads of highways.

“So which navigator gets to go on the cruiser to land on the surface?” Aaron, one of the other Navigators, asked.

The captain opened his mouth to answer the questions, but before he could speak another Navigator spoke up. “It should go by seniority.”

“You would suggest that, Zach,” Fili said. “Since you are the most senior member of the navigation crew.”

“And the most experienced,” Zach replied. “I have done this sort of thing before, and experience is invaluable in situations like this.”

“But the people are responding well to our communications,” Alexandra, the youngest Navigator said, “Do you really think that there’ll be trouble?”

“No,” the captain said quickly.

“But there’s always a chance,” Zach added.

“It would be a great learning experience…” she said wistfully. Alexandra had not finished her college degree before taking the job. She had accepted her position on the ship and her university pressured her professors into grading her work and awarding her degree in the middle of a semester. “Maybe I should join whoever goes, to help with any instruments and such.”

“We should draw lots,” Aaron said. “That’s the only fair way to do it.”

“Like drawing pieces of paper from a hat?” Alexandra asked.

“It will be Fili,” the captain said, interrupting the conversation about how people should draw lots, which methods were easier, and which ones were statistically more fair.

“That’s not fair,” Zach protested.

“But it is what I have decided,” the captain said firmly, giving Zach and any other Navigators who looked like they might protest a dark look from beneath bushy grey eyebrows. “Alexandra.”

“Yes, captain?”

“You may accompany us.”

“Thank you, sir! I won’t let you down!” she gushed.

“Both of you will be ready to depart at 1100 hours.”

“Yes, captain,” Fili and Alexandra said in unison.

Fili went back to his charts and calculations and tried to ignore the jealous glares that his crewmates were shooting him.

—

December 24

“You did what?!” Kili’s eyes went wide as he listened to Fili.

“The captain picked me to join him on the trip down to the surface,” Fili repeated, eyes bright and practically glowing in the dim light of the Comms room. “You should have been there, Kili,” he said dreamily. “It was something else. There were mountains unlike any that I have ever seen before. And we were received in a building that reminded me of that trip we took to Europe when we saw all of those cathedrals. Except this one had nothing to do with any sort of religion. It was just a standard building.”

“That sounds like it would be a bit weird.”

“It was,” Fili admitted. “Every building that we saw was ornately decorated.”

“Did the meeting at least go well? Or is that classified and I’ll find out the public version of events on the news in a week or so?”

Fili’s brows furrowed. “I think it went well, but, to be honest, I was not really paying attention to any sort of negotiations. My job stopped the second we got out of the cruiser pod and started when we got back in. I was mostly looking at the people and the architecture.”

Kili settled back into the armchair with the holiday ghost blanket pulled up to his chin, “What were the people like?”

“For the most part they looked like us, actually,” Fili said. “Which was not what I was expecting.”

“For the most part?”

“They had pointed ears, Kee, like Spock.”

Kili’s fingers went to his ears where he pinched the top to create a Spock-like crease. “Interesting.”

“But I want to hear about your day,” Fili said.

“Yours was much more exciting than mine,” Kili adjusted the blanket. “I went over to Bilbo’s for Christmas Eve dinner. He made ham. I took rolls like we always do.”

Fili nodded and listened as Kili told him about the holiday gathering and how the younger generation had started a game of Spoons that had ended when someone nearly got a concussion after being pushed into a wall but after someone had needed to use a first aid kit to treat a bleeding finger.

Fili leaned forward, his chin resting in his palm, “Did you play?”

“No!” Kili said emphatically. “But it is weird not being one of the kids, you know? I’m one of the grown ups now. Not that we’ve been kids or sat at the kids table in a longtime. It just felt more obvious this year. Bilbo managed to foist off planning the New Years’ planning on to Ori, Gimli, and I. I did warn him that he should expect to have just bags of chips and maybe some dip.”

“What did he say to that?”

“Uh,” Kili looked at the ceiling for a moment. “He laughed and then said, ‘Kili, my boy, you’re all in your 30s. I’m sure you can manage a sandwich platter from a deli at the very least.”

“And did that end up falling on you?”

“I put “ordering a sandwich platter” in my planner for Monday. Gimli can manage napkins, maybe.”

“And hopefully this year they won’t be wet and say Starbucks on them,” Fili laughed.

“Hopefully,” Kili echoed.

“So are you ready for tomorrow?” Fili asked.

“No,” Kili said.

“What are you planning to do?”

“I’ll probably sleep in since I plan to stay up late tonight watching whatever movies they decided to air on the TV. I ended up watching Last Christmas the other night on some such channel and it was decent. So I’m going to give some of those ridiculous holiday made-for-tv romcoms a chance on the off chance that they’re decent.”

“Sounds good. I think someone is hosting a Christmas movie marathon in one of the common lounges tonight.”

“You should go.”

“I’ll think about it,” Fili said with a shrug. “So you’ll be sleeping in because you’ll be up late tonight; what about tomorrow?”

Kili lifted his shoulders noncommittally and scootched lower into the corner of the arm chair. “Probably sleep late, like you said, maybe go on a run if it’s not too cold.”

“Heathen.”

“I know,” Kili replied before continuing. “Then probably some leftovers for lunch and dinner, read some, light a fire.” Kili shrugged again. “There’s not much going on tomorrow. All the group plans have already taken place and they avoided the day of Christmas to avoid conflicting with family plans. You?”

“I actually drew the short straw and I have to work most of tomorrow.”

Kili pulled a face, “Gross.”

“I know.”

“Hey, we’re almost out of time.”

“Already?” Kili whined and pulled the blanket up over his chin.

“And I have one final thing to tell you.”

“What?”

“After we hang up I want you to go look in my underwear drawer.”

“What will I be looking for? Holiday underwear? Boxers that say ‘Unwrap me?’”

“No,” Fili laughed. “No boxers saying that. Though maybe I’ll have to find some when I get home. No, you’ll know it when you see it.”

“Okay…” Kili said skeptically.

“Love you, Kee.”

“Love you, too.”

“Merry Christmas.”

The connection was lost before Kili could reply. He sighed and dropped his head back, his hand holding the phone dropping into his lap. Then he put his phone down and pushed the blanket to the floor.

The wood-burning stove kept the cottage fairly warm when someone was home all day to tend it, but the floors where air from the drafty doors was still cold on Kili’s feet. He pushed open the bedroom door and flipped the lightswitch which lit a couple of lamps that were positioned throughout the room. “What did you hide in with your underwear, Fili Durin?” Kili asked the empty room.

Fili’s drawer squeaked from long disuse when Kili opened it. All he saw at first were rows of Fili’s neatly folded white underwear. Kili pulled the drawer out a little further and caught sight of a glittery red ribbon. He fished the object out of the back corner of the drawer. It was a small package, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a red ribbon. The label said “To K, from F.” And there was a card tucked under the ribbon.

Open Me First

Kili flopped down on their bed, leaving the drawer open. He squirmed a little on the bed currently decked out in the gray linen duvet cover that was too warm to use during the summer, and some flannel sheets with a holiday themed fuzzy blanket thrown over one corner to get comfortable.

He set the wrapped package to one side. He ran his fingers over the slightly rough duvet cover absentmindedly while he stared at the envelope considering his options and savoring the anticipation. Kili flipped the envelope over, stuck his finger beneath the flap and tore the envelope to reveal a Christmas card with a standard scene of a snowy forest and a trite greeting on the front.

Kili opened the card.

Dear Kili,

I’m sorry that I’m not home for Christmas this year. I want you to know that I love you and I miss you, and I will be thinking about you all day. I did not want you to feel lonely this year, so I planned a surprise for you, but you don’t get to find out until Christmas morning! (Or you could find out now, I can’t enforce rules from 3,000,000 miles away.)

Love you and can’t wait to see you again soon!

Yours,

Fili

P.S. Have one of those wonderful hot chocolates of yours for me, please!

Kili considered the instructions for a few moments before taking the package in hand and returning to the living room with the wood burning fireplace and the Christmas tree. Kili carefully set the package down on the plaid tree skirt.

He straightened and considered the present for a moment. Then he picked up the blanket from the floor, folded it, and went into the kitchen to make the hot chocolate that he was supposed to drink for Fili. Once it was ready and loaded with whipped cream and chocolate shavings he returned to the living room, settled in on the couch, feet outstretched towards the stove, and turned on the television. He flipped through the stations until he found something worth watching.

—

Fili had gone to bed after ending his call with Kili. His bunk mate had lit a peppermint scented candle, and it felt a little festive. But if Fili had been on duty on the main navigation deck he would have seen the shadow of a sleigh drawn by reindeer pass in front of the double moons of the planet they were orbiting.

—

Kili drank the hot chocolate and watched the predictable foibles and shenanigans of the main characters. But he did not see how it ended. By the time that the happy ending had rolled around Kili was asleep, head lolled to the side, and warm beneath the blanket.

Outside his window the moon was shining bright and the world was light in the blue light of reflected moonlight. And then, across the moon, a silhouette briefly appeared of a sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

#submission #Gathering 12 Days 2023 #Fili/Kili #FiKi #Durincest #the Hobbit

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Moving along

Having a great vacation to celebrate our anniversary and both of our Birthday's. The kids are in heaven with my Mom and Aunt. I was worried about baby boy and felt guilty about leaving him. He's doing great. My Mom is so good with him. When I dropped him off at school he was still clinging to me/crying. With my Mom he walks in without looking back. I'm so glad we booked the trip despite my worries. Time with your grandparents/family/people who love you is a gift. I have such fond memories of weeks with my Grandma when my parents went on trips. My kids are lucky they will have the same memories. My Mom made a list of fun things the kids wanted to accomplish. They took baby boy to his first movie. Obviously enjoying all of the uninterrupted time with my husband. It's so easy to travel without the kids. I also think its really good for my Aunt. She doesn't move much - as in she rarely walks anywhere. She loves spending time with the kids and they force her to move. Its incredibly helpful for us and I think she likes feeling useful. She also takes care of her Mom. She's pretty grumpy so its a thankless job.

Job interviews are rolling in. Odd/nice to be in a job that companies are desperate to hire. One job sounds great but I'm worried about the commute time. Its a home for children with developmental delays. The kids seem to be on vents/have trachs. It says they can't live at home. I'm not sure why as many kids with those things live at home. The parents generally become experts. Maybe these are more complicated then what I'm familiar with. The place looks fancy - it includes a swimming pool. They train new grad nurses. It reminds me of a college summer job I had working at a Paul Newman job for kids with illnesses. It was wonderful. It would be a lot to learn but that's anywhere. Five weeks of vacation and a good salary. It says you accumulate PTO immediately but can't take vacation for six months. That won't work for me but I'm assuming its something I can negotiate. Especially if I'm willing to take unpaid time off that I preschedule during the first six months. I want/need Christmas and April Spring break off. The interview is next week. I also have an interview at a IVF clinic. Have an option to interview for a home health job. I think the long run that would be interesting/great but I don't want to start a job where I'll be on my own. They will train me but I have my doubts its enough. I'll probably do the interview just to hear more/practice.

Evaluations for baby boy continue. His OT said "no way he has autism." Feeling calmer about it no matter the diagnosis. The fact that he's charmed his teacher and is getting rave reviews has eased everything. We need to treat his ADHD type symptoms to keep him and those around him safe. From what I understand the two time's a week OT sensory gym sessions is the first step towards that. Still hoping to tour a special ed school but as of now not feeling that recommendation. Also will feel better when we get an adoption date. No word on that from anyone. The caseworker still acts like we are crazy for even asking.

Bee had a fun Birthday party. So nice to see all of her little friends. So lucky to have such a great community.

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No. 19

“I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.” | Floral Bouquet | Psychological | “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

Alt. No. 3

Brass Knuckles

Characters: Kili, Bolg, OCs Rating: T AU: Fast Car (formerly Dead Batteries) Words: 1619

Direct continuation of No. 18 - “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened” / Blindfold (Tumblr)

I feel like the prompt gives you all the warning you need?

Kili watched his back after that. He took the long way home. Walked past his apartment building to circle back. He did not know how much information Cameron had shared with them. Kili had moved since he had called the agency that Cam worked for. But Kili knew that it was not hard to find someone if you put your mind to it. There were property deeds, accident reports, alumni newsletters; all of which were easily accessible.

He had thrown that post-it note away in the nearest trash can after he left the El.

But he remembered all of the listed medications. Some he could have just purchased. He could have taken the medicine to the counter, presented his driver’s license, paid, and left the pharmacy with a little plastic bag containing medicine that could either be used to treat cold symptoms or to make meth, buyer's choice.

But he didn’t.

And then there were the medications that were harder to acquire.

And he did not even think about ways to get his hands on those in a way that would not get him fired and arrested.

And he did not see anybody who seemed to be watching him. He did not see the man with scars again.

By Thursday he had relaxed a little bit, only to wake up Friday morning full of tension and nerves. He went to the gym early and spent more time zoning out to an audiobook and following the workout that an app had generated for him. He felt better afterwards, but still jumpy and nervous.

And it was getting noticed.

Tauriel and Ari had noticed when he was out their place for their biweekly Wine Wednesday where they ate disgusting amounts of takeout, drank wine, talked, and maybe watched a couple episodes of whatever show they were currently binging as a group.

Kili brushed it off. Said that there were talks about a union walk out and he wondered what would happen to the people that needed their medication if that happened. That quickly led them down a well trodden path of arguing at each other about insurances, unions, nonsensical laws, and poor working conditions in a variety of contexts.

And Kili’s ill mood was forgotten.

For the first time he wished he worked for a large pharmacy. The chances of some remote CEO caring about Kili’s sex life were lower. And even if the CEO cared Kili would likely never have to see the person who had been on the receiving end of those images and that video.

Kili worked for a family owned pharmacy that was nestled into the corner of a suburban neighborhood. He knew many of the customers. He asked how people’s babies were doing. And he knew the owner, he attended the Christmas parties, and enjoyed any of the “team building” weekends. So even if he kept his job he would probably quit and seek employment elsewhere, probably in a different city, very likely in a different state.

On Friday his miscounted pills, almost gave Mr. Peterhof Mrs. Peterson’s prescription for blood pressure instead of his anti-rejection medication. He was distracted at best. He thought about leaving early, but decided against it. He did not know these men well enough to know if they would stop the store manager, Rebecca, who would be closing up if Kili was not there.

“See you on Monday!” Rebecca said cheerfully, waving to Kili as he was finishing up the last of the prescriptions that were slated for pick up over the weekend.

He worked slowly.

In November it got dark early. The large windows that faced the street now just reflected the dimmed interior of the store. Instead of letting him see the rest of the world they let him see double of the rows of pop, candy, snack foods, and baby diapers.

The hair on his neck stood on end. He felt like he was being watched. He watched his reflection as he got closer to the front doors. Locked. Just like they should be. Walking back to the pharmacy counter he stiffened; that sense of being watched had only increased.

He paused when he was filling a prescription for Oxycontin, the Albrecht kid had just had surgery on his ACL, what if he just…

No.

Kili recounted the 15 pills. Sealed the bottle. Put it in the little plastic bag and sealed that bag with its tamper-evident seal. And hung it on the rack with the rest of the As.

The stack of orders was completed.

Kili sighed. He hung his white jacket up, pulled on a bulky denim jacket and a beanie (a half-assed attempt at altering his physical appearance along with the scruff he had let grow over the last couple of days). He pulled down the metal gates, locked them, checked the front door again, before exiting into the back alley. That feeling of unease did not fade. He kept thinking that he saw things over his shoulder, or reflections in the mirrored glass windows while he did these final few tasks.

The lock clicked in place when he shut the door.

The alley was dark, red brick and dumpsters barely visible. He fixed his gaze on the light of the street where cars and people would be.

The voice was low, but clear, “Working late?”

Kili startled, hands going to the strap of his cross body bag. He felt the brief flash of a desire for something to defend himself with.

“No,” he said curtly.

“You’re normally off by 6:30,” the shadow separated from the wall between Kili and the warm glow of the streetlights. “And it's nearly 8.”

“Busy weekend,” Kili said brusquely. “Lots of work to do.” He did not stop moving. Hoping that he would just be allowed to keep going.

Then another shadow was there. This one was even larger and standing directly in front of Kili.

“Do you have my order?” the first man said, now behind Kili.

Kili turned to keep both of them in his sights. “I… I do not.”

A speculative noise, “Why?”

Kili swallowed and tightened his grip on his bag. “It’s not possible.”

“There’s always a way.” He walked behind Kili, forcing Kili to keep turning, now only seeing one, now both, now one.

“There’s not. I’ll get caught.”

“But I’d still have my order.”

Kili wanted to ask, “And what about me?” But was sure that he already knew the answer.

A distinctive click. Kili’s blood ran cold. He had not heard it in years, but he knew the sound of a pocket knife blade flicking open and locking out. A sound he knew well from years spent in the club house. Nori had a habit of flicking open a knife, closing it, flicking it open, again and again. A nervous tick, a habit that always made him seem a little menacing. He would be talking with you about different motor oils, the movie he saw that weekend, the video game he was currently playing through, but that blade would be be going snick, click, snick, click, like a metronome.

“I hate having to ask for things twice.”

Kili’s whole body tensed. Waiting for contact.

“But I will.”

Click.

The blade closed.

Kili exhaled. Relieved that he would have maybe another week to figure out what to do.

And then he was dropped to his knees. A blow slammed into his lower back, angling up under his ribs. And he forgot how to stand.

“But Jean here is going to make sure you remember to fill our prescription next time.”

Another one made his vision flash and spin.

Kili fought to throw off his back. And when he was pulled over onto his back to another fist raised, light flashing on the brass knuckles he was able to throw up an arm, blocking the blow. Kili kicked Jean’s inner thigh, just above the knee.

Jean grunted and dropped to one knee.

Kili grabbed for Jean’s arm, pulling it close, pulling Jean off balance so that Kili could flip them, giving him the upperhand. He straddled Jean’s waist grappling to get an arm around the other man’s neck. The martial arts classes he had taken for years at the suggestion of his college therapist were finally coming in handy, but his hands did not quite remember the move. His hands slipped, and Jean’s hands were free. Kili fought for control again. He was sweating and cursing the heavy jacket. His hat had fallen off. He grunted in effort as he forced Jean’s arm flat. Before he could take the hold further though, an arm wrapped around Kili’s throat, applying expert pressure, enough that Kili was lightheaded in moments, weak in a few more, but not enough that he lost consciousness.

“That was not a smart move, Kili,” the voice growled in Kili’s ear. His hot, rancid breath was the last thing that Kili remembered before there was the glint of the brass knuckles again and his vision went dark, then his hearing stopped and he knew no more.

—

Kili was stiff and cold when he woke up. He was still in the alley. He fumbled around for his bag and found his phone. It was just past midnight. He shivered and collected himself. Everything hurt. His face felt swollen. He gingerly felt for the margins of the swelling, wincing as he pressed more firmly, trying to ascertain the level of damage.

He winced, pulling his bag over his head. That was when he saw the note pinned to his chest. It was another post-it note, with a handwritten list and another date—next Friday.

Kili straightened. He had earned a reprieve of one week.

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Adam Park OC Children

Adam’s a great guy and a total fucking sweetheart and the comics have and do him a disservice. I can’t fix that, but I can soothe my inner annoyance and give him a load of kiddos and loving relationships in all the alternate realities I can think of. And talk about the child he does canonically have in Coinless. Nameless Coinless boy also gets an au version. he deserves it, and his dad too.

Canon Children:

Unknown Mother;

Apparently a boy of unknown name, personality, or age. Child aged, maybe? So…probably anywhere from newborn to early preteens because the kid would probablyotherwise have been a sentry? I don’t know, I just… think they could have done a lot more with this mystery kiddo? child being assumed dead and then avenging Adam dying would have been a very cool plot twist! but no! he's so light on character he's not a character! He's a mention in a backstory to make Adam tragic! Who's his mom, who is he, how old was he, what illness did he die of, did he die of an illness, I-c'mon. there's light on character and then there's this. May the child come back in a reboot or just in general. And be a badass. I wish this for all of them, by the way.

My OC and Alternate Reality Kids for Adam:

Eugene Skullovitch;

Eugene doesn't believe in himself, but Adam does, did, and always has. They started dating after Adam encouraged him to play the piano in the talent show. Adam loves his music, and they're both encouraging of each other. Aisha is a surrogate for their son, Lukas. Given how close she was to Adam, it was only natural in her mind to offer. She loves him, loves he's found happiness, and when they decided they wanted kids she wanted to help that happiness grow. Lukas Park's 17, plays piano, and volunteers at the animal shelter. Adam's a doctor and while Lukas respects and likes this, he'd rather be a veterinarian. Or, like Skull, a professional classical pianist. They support Lukas with whatever he wants to do or be, and he loves the fact he's not being pressured. Skull once sat him down with a list of every job he's ever done (the list was actually more like an entire manila folder bursting out the sides, it was frankly impressive), a ranking system and how much each profession made. Everything from a cop to a detective to an undercover agent for the government to a waiter at a bar to a judge at a pet show to rockstar to pianist-it was comprehensive and a little overwhelming, but at the end of each profession Skull said if it was what he wanted, he'd be proud. At the end it left Lukas fairly calm and certain no matter what choice he made, it'd be the right choice for him, and his dads would support him in this. not associated with a color

Tommy Oliver;

They’d been friends since a bit before the transfer, and Tommy was Adam’s leader for years on three or four different ranger teams. There’s a level of trust there you don’t usually get, and they were both black and green rangers in their lives. After Tommy became Dino Thunder Black, and shortly after a divorce between him and Kat, Adam and Tommy started spending more time together. The getting together thing was an accident. Both of them at a Christmas party and then things going from one thing to the next, and Tommy says he’s never felt so at home waking up in someone’s arms.

They have one son together, Isaiah Park. Tommy cashed in on a favor owed by Grace, and soon enough JJ Oliver was trying to figure out where his baby half brother had come from. His opinion was Adam, because he was shorter. It wasn’t until several years later they were able to explain it in a way JJ would understand and accept. But they never let him live the cute story down, to his embarrassment. Given Tommy’s immunity to time fluctuations and manipulations by the Machine Empire, they found out they were living in the same town as Time Force. Tommy was able to complete a doctorate in, to Adam’s perception, a day. Tommy is a lead paleontologist due to this, and Adam works at the museum. However given Tommy being Tommy, there is currently a divorce. Tommy wears his trauma on his sleeve and Adam has given up trying to fix him.

Isaiah Park is sixteen. He’s quiet, thoughtful, and tends to think with his emotions rather than his mind. Lucky, charming, and a natural heartthrob to his school, though he doesn’t seem to notice. Loves music, especially classical, and reading. He hasn’t really thought about being a power ranger, though he wouldn’t say no if he was asked. He was babysat by the Dino Thunder team as a kid, and kidnapped by Mesogog once. All hell broke loose when this happened, and Isaiah’s unsure if he wants to be a ranger when this sort of danger could happen to any of his loved ones. Tommy and Adam are currently in the process of divorce, and Isaiah’s getting used to that idea as well, but it’s nice having JJ to talk to about it.

He has enough to deal with with his dads. They love telling the story of when he was three, they’d go “see you later alligator” and “after awhile Crocodile” and he’d respond, loudly and enthusiastically; “bye bye, froggie!” To this day he’s been unable to get them to stop telling this story to his friends, love interests, and any adult who’d listen. JJ feels the pain. Isaiah is not associated with any color. This is probably a good thing. However if he was, it’d be black.

Aisha Campbell;

It was just natural for them to get together. They’ve been friends together since forever, they’ve always been friends and it progressing to a little bit more made sense. They got married a little after joining SPD together. They have four kids together. Wendell, aged 26, Rocky, aged 26, Koniqua, aged 19, and Jacqueline “Jaq” Park, aged 17.

No way they weren’t going to name one of their kids after their closest friend aside from each other. Rocky was best man at their wedding even. When they found out they were having twins they simply used the middle name they were intending for a boy for Wendell. Rocky’s the older by eight hours, Wendell was a more difficult pregnancy and took his time, which actually was a foreshadowing to the twins’ personalities.

Rocky Park is rambunctious and a goofball. He loves making people laugh. Like his mom he’s empathetic and strong willed. Like his dad he’s prone to flashes of intense introspection, but never for long. Surprises people with his love of classical music. He’s enthusiastic to the point of being intense. Can be hard for him to dial it back. He’s a yellow ranger for his team.

Wendell is everything Rocky is not, and is a little bit of a little shit. He's often not noticed by other people, and tends to use that to his advantage. He knows his brother is a yellow ranger, and while he's not a ranger, he takes the opportunity to tackle or ram cars or steal from the monsters of the week. he's not noticed and it gives other rangers openings usually. He's given Rocky everything he's stolen, and is pleased when they're incorporated into the team's arsenal.

Koniqua is a lover of poetry, fables, and the history of the power rangers. She's determined to be one of the scientists who creates a new team, or unlocks the mysteries of the grid for general use. Pragmatic, quick thinking, happy to help her dumb brothers. They don't think she knows. She knew who'd saved her as soon as Rocky said "you're safe now civilian" and tried to act dumb. She barely resisted the urge to call him out. Doesn't bother fighting the monsters, her brothers got that covered, but she does help get other civilians to safety when needed. not associated with a color. She's going into historical costuming, with the intention of working for tv productions.

Jaq would love to know why earth is so valuable to bad guys that they keep trying to take it over. Genre savvy type, and doesn't take shit. Has psyched out two villains and one of the comedy duo by just asking over and over "okay but why". Not popular, has two best friends and they're all kind of outsiders. Prefers it this way. You will not find Jaq anywhere near the monsters when they appear, she's gone and dragging her friends off with her. not associated with a color, but has made the big bad main villain question themself and then cry. her brother was torn between disappointed, impressed, and terrified of his little sister. Jaq's considering maybe being a therapist specializing in rangers and their villains would be a lucrative career move.

Rocky DeSantos;

They make too much sense for anything else, they were best friends since the beginning. They adopted a kid who lost their home in a fire brought on by a monster. Peter's eleven and scared of the world. Adam and Rocky fully understand, but hope he can open up. They care for him and are worried about him. Peter DeSantos doesn't know how to feel about power rangers as parents after what happened, but he's glad Adam and Rocky are stable and they do try. It's just hard to open up. They have time, though, and that's what matters. Adam's been helping with his anxiety by showing him how to sew. Whenever he gets scared and his dads aren't there, he sews little projects. It helps and he's proud of what he makes.

tangential au; Rocky and Aisha and Adam are together with all above mentioned kids, and Aisha and Rocky's two kids. They live on a large ranch and the kids are thriving.

Scorpina; fascinatingly there is an episode where the Stone Canyon Trio deal with her in a human form as an exchange student named Sabrina. Adam was way into her. Coinless version Adam's finding Scorpina hot in general and she's flirting. A weird pairing but hey, there's a good history of evidence for mutual attraction! Of the trio Scorpina was always more flirtatious to Adam than Rocky or Aisha (this also makes him similar to comic!Skull in that a love interest is a long lived alien pretending to be a teenager for ulterior motives. imagine bonding over that extremely specific thing happening to you, yikes).

Scorpina is not banished to the dark dimension, and like Rita and Zedd, becomes good via Z-Wave. She simply takes the form of her human persona, the now young adult exchange student Sabrina. As Sabrina, she decides to see if she can patch anything up with Adam. Adam for his part needs to think about it. It's not that he doesn't trust she's redeemed, it's just so much has happened can he forgive her and accept the version of her genuinely trying to make things right? It takes a year and a half, and in the meantime they do see other people. But, eventually, they get together. They have a kid who's half alien, as Sabrina's species wasn't changed, she is more interested in looking human to help distance herself from her misdeeds, and blend in. For a time, at least, she eventually goes back to her true form when their daughter Luna Park is thirteen and develops her stinger. This is mostly to teach their daughter how to correctly use said stinger and other abilities without hurting herself or loved ones.

Luna Park is nineteen, very fashionable, calculating, and very good at getting her way. She generally doesn't do this maliciously, and works at a youth center, as the fundraiser manager among other things. She's extremely good at getting people to invest their money in good causes and very good at public events. She's a shapeshifter, but not as accomplished as her mom. While she looks like she'd be snotty or full of herself, she takes a lot after Adam and is very considerate and very polite and encouraging. However this doesn't mean she's a pushover, and she's sent more than one person who thought they could rough her or get handsy to the hospital. Rarely uses her stinger, Luna is an accomplished fencer and hand to hand combatant, though prefers kickboxing to martial arts. Think Daphne Blake with a stinger. Luna is not associated with a color

in a tangential au, she's a power ranger mentor and the green ranger for the team, when necessary.

tangential coinless au; Scorpina keeps protecting Adam, affectionately nicknaming him 'my little froggie' (to his concern), and doesn't let him die. However this annoys him because it sometimes mean she doesn't even let him fight. Eventually they produce Luna, and she's raised in the palace, often passed around by the sentries and Kim. Adam's not allowed by Scorpina to partake in anything potentially life threatening while Luna's young, and he gets placed as stay at home dad/personal body guard to own child duty. Eventually, Luna becomes a commander of black sentries, and works fairly well with the coinless. for the most part. Not much is different personality wise except she's more willing to commit murder and injury. Skull adores her too, and helps with the training when she's a kid.

Carlos Vallerte;

Several years after Adam transfers Carlos his Color, and after they team up, and a year after Adam joins SPA, he and Carlos reconnect. They got along well each time they teamed up, and after everything they get the chance to actually be able to get to know each other again properly outside of power ranger stuff. While both are busy with respective lives and careers, they do have joint custody over two kids, Miguel and Gwena. Aisha surrogated for Miguel, Gwena is an adopted alien girl from Inquiris. It's been a challenge to balance their careers with their kids, but they make it work. Generally, they don't live on earth, they currently live on K0-35 when not on duty with their kids.

Miguel is 13, and quite interested in nature, and earth. He's never actually been, because life kept getting in the way, but he wants to eventually. He's been promised he will, and that's nice. He likes ninjas and puzzle books and horror movies. Especially likes vampires, Carlos is just. Accepting this is going to haunt him for the rest of his life. Told Miguel if he wants to become a vampire that's fine but he needs to wait, and find someone who's not on the galaxy's most wanted list. Or working with a warlord or conqueror. the list of suitables is extremely small. Miguel's also thirteen, and he's realizing maybe he just likes the species in general more than the idea of becoming one. Loves vampire and zombie movies best. Not associated with a color.

Gwena is seven and from Inquiris. Any question given to her is answered with a question. Given how much human children do this in general...you can imagine the annoyance. Carlos and Adam quickly learned to phrase the questions as open ended statements for Gwena to respond to with statements of her own. She's very smart for a seven year old, and wants to know all the answers to all the questions, but is happy to question everything for the sake of asking the question. One day wants to go to earth, but also wants to go back to Inquiris again. She's also heard a lot about two infamous women from Inqiuris; Dimitria and Divatox, twins and very proficient in their own rights. At the moment, she flips between pretending to be Dimitria the good mentor, and Divatox, the pirate. She's seven so neither Adam nor Carlos are worried, but they do hope she'll decide Dimitria, who's a friend of theirs, will be a worthy role model, and not Divatox before the Z-Wave. not associated with a color, that anyone knows of. However Inquirians tend to gravitate to white or red color schemes in their clothing so it's hard for her dads to actually tell. Likes fables and magic and playing pirates. Vicseron, a friend of Dimitria from Inquiris, is Gwena's biological father, but was killed. Her mother also died, and Gwena had nobody. Dimitria had reservations about how well she and Divatox could look after a child. She brought the child to the most dependable ranger couples she could think of.

Prince Trey of Triforia;

While Trey crashed in Aquitar and needed help, when they sent him to earth to the other zeo rangers he helped them first, several times. Adam was, like the rest of them, very curious who the mysterious gold was. When they met properly, he had a little bit of a crush. When Jason took gold so Trey could slow down whatever was happening to him (his logos, pathos and ethos had split into three people, thoufh all of them were of the same mind. Triforian thing, apparently. It took a bit to get used to, to say the least.) Adam spent as much time as he could in the command center with Billy and Trey. They talked quite a bit, and Trey got a bit smitten with the curious green ranger.

When Trey was restored and he got zeo gold back, he decided to stick around for a little while to assist the other zeo rangers, and he and Adam began seeing each other. Adam thought it was kind of odd a prince wanted to date him, but he wasn’t against it at all.

They have one daughter. Crown Princess Tara, aged 20. Adam’s a diplomat between earth and Triforia, and Tara lives mainly on Triforia with Trey. She inherited Zeo Gold, and is noble, calm, and carry’s herself regally as she can. She does have her moments though, and feels like she can’t live up to her parents legacy, sometimes. She does try, though. She never stops trying. She’s going to be the best queen. It’s hard for her to believe it, but she’s going to be. Trey’s a great king, and he’s her dad. And Adam’s awesome, and he’s her dad too. And her teammates are awesome too.

Tangential au; Triforian life span might be longer than humans (I’ve got no idea, heellpp) and she’s the gold to the canon grandson of Tommy’s team. She’d be in the equivalent of early 20’s, in the hypothetical longer lifespan idea.

(we needed a green/gold lol. and this works, they did talk a little in canon. not much but I'm taking the opportunity)

Dulcinea;

She thought he was charming and sweet, and every bit a prince if he just had the self confidence to see it, himself. She made a child using magic, some years after the events of the movie. It killed her, but the child is hers and Adam's. He was confused and deeply saddened when he got the kid and the explanation. He loves Garrett, but it's a bit difficult. Garrett is an owl shifter, like his mother. He greatly resembles Adam. Garrett is 16, and doing his best. He's friends with the punks at his school, and has the constant air of wiser beyond his years. Often lives with Rocky or Tommy and Kat or any other dozen of Adam's friends while Adam's working off earth. He's got an odd, very inhuman air around him, even to other half human alien hybrids. There's something about his owl self that bleeds into his human form. He's never felt at home anywhere he's ever been, and he feels like he should go back to the planet his mother's from, guard what's there. He's a bronze ranger, and Adam wonders if this is from Dulcinea.

Unnamed Mother;

Adam made a mistake in highschool and while the girl wanted to keep the baby, her parents didn't think it'd be a good idea. Adam offered to take the baby off her hands, and while his parents disinherited him over it, Nemo grew up with a village for parents. Skull, Bulk, Aisha, Rocky, and Tommy and a few others off and on, all helped him during high school, with Aisha and Rocky stepping in during college, and Skull after, helping with whatever expense Adam needed. Nemo's fourteen, healthy, happy, and thriving despite everything. Adam's doing okay as a single parent, it's been hard but he's doing good. Adam's a tailor and Nemo mentioned wanting to go into this as well, and Adam about teared up he was so proud.

Coinless verse child has been given a happy alternative woo~

if I missed any, let me know! I think I covered most of Adam's possibilities ^-^

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