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Sleepover with a Queen! ☆ One Shot (Part 2 of ‘Hair Prank!’)

☆Dorm Leader!Vil Schoenheit x Choatic!Pomfiore Student!Female!Reader:

It has been 3 weeks since the kiss Vil’s room, the both of you had grown closer in that time, so he had proposed a sleepover to spend some more quality time together. And let’s just say you grew way closer by the end of the night…

Warnings: Mention of groin but in a non-sexual context, suggestive tones but nothing happens. Kissing, 1 or 2 swear words. Not proofread.

Ask: yahoo~ could I request the second chapter of the oneshot with vil? reader and he are having sleepover in his room? fluff and a lot silly reader's behaviour! pillow fight is an essential thing! she brings energy drinks and a lot of junk food🤭

Note: I didn’t think I would get asked for a part 2 honestly, but I’m very grateful for the detailed setting that I could draw inspiration from! This one shot is a bit more on the sentimental side. Also handrail is just when you slide/grind your skateboard downa stair rail.

| Part 1 | Part 2 |

☆ More under the cut. ☆

Tonight's the night of the sleepover, you could not wait to see what Vil has in plan for the both of you. It seems that the two of you have formed a strange relationship, yet it feels oddly nice. As you walk through the halls to reach your first period class, you can't help thinking about how you would spend the night in the same room you and Vil had shared a passion kiss 3 weeks ago. You have no idea just how much he has prepared for tonight.

You arrive with the junk food and energy drinks, and you see that Vil is still waiting for you.

His expression is one of anticipation, it seems like he's been looking forward to this as much as you did. He leans against the doorframe, playing with a strand of his hair as he gazes at you. Once he is faced to face with you, he smiles warmly, his tone taking on a flirty and playful tone. "Ah, there you are! How kind of you to bring the essentials. No party is complete without food and drinks, right?" He tells you.

“Yeah I couldn’t agree more! I also brought more ‘healthy’ option for energy drinks, so not to mess up your ‘super star’ diet too much.” You tease.

"Well, I wouldn't put it past you to try and sabotage my diet. I'm glad that you took the time to consider my health in the choices you made for our little party. Although, I must say that I'm more than happy to indulge myself in a few unhealthy snacks here and there, so don't worry about having to force your healthy options upon me." He comments sweetly.

“Than I’m glad, I won’t be the only one snacking away at the treats I brought after all!

Anyways you got anything particular for us to do tonight, you did say to leave all the planning to you?” You question excitedly.

"Hmmm, I did indeed say that I would take charge of the activities for this evening. And let me tell you, I have come up with quite the itinerary for us. We're going to have so much fun tonight that I have a feeling we may not even make it to bed by the end of the night." He says, with that suave voice of his, almost bewitching you. You honestly consider if ‘he did put a spell on me or is it just my imagination?’

Getting back on track with your playful persona, “Oh but isn’t that going to ruin your beauty sleep my Queen?” you ask mischievously to the beautiful man standing right before your eyes.

Vil stares at you with a smirk and raises an eyebrow. His expression is teasing and playful, his tone is full of humor. "Don't worry, I have no problem with missing a bit of my beauty sleep for one night, if it’s to have some fun with you. Besides, I'm more than confident that I'll look just as lovely in the morning. So, don't you concern your adorable self about it anymore."

“Alright whatever you say ‘dear’.” You say accentuating your last word to tease, as you pass by him, stepping into his room.

Vil's face full of amusement when he hears you emphasize the word "dear", he seems to enjoy it too much to say otherwise. He chuckles softly and follows you into his bedroom, the cheerful smile still plastered on his face.

He shuts the door behind himself, the sound of locks clicking fills the air. He seats on his big lavish bed, tapping against the cover gently signalling for you to take a seat beside him. His hands clasps in-front him to bring attention and a look of excitement on his face. "Well, in the first activity I have planned for us tonight, how about a little game... a classic really, Truth or dare?"

“Truth or dare, only at two people? Never done that before, but why not!” You did question it at first but you quickly came around the idea with your second sentence.

"Perfect! You go first. I'll be the one asking the questions. Would you prefer a truth or a dare?" Vil inquires from you.

“Then truth it is, I don’t want to be the first dare.” You tell him.

"Alright, truth. Let's start with something simple, just to warm up. What's the stupidest thing you have ever done in your life?" He asks, ready for a handful of a story from someone as chaotic and careless as you.

“Oh damn, um, probably was when I handrail 15 steps, even though I knew my board was in bad shape, like the type that is going to break soon. That did not end well, more precisely my board broke in half about three quarters down the rail.” You inform him, a bit bashful at telling about one of your mistake yourself instead of him figuring it out on his own.

Vil laughs quietly at your answer, a smirk forming on his lips. His tone is playful and teasing. “That's quite idiotic indeed. I'm sure that hurt like hell. Did you get injured?"

“Oh talk to me about it, the pain I got when my groin hit that stair rail could not be compair to any of scrapes I got my limbs that day.” You admit,

Vil's eyes widen slightly, though he still has the same tone of humor. His expression is surprised, but he can't help laughing a bit. "Goodness, that is really horrible. I assume you learned your lesson though, huh? Or are you still so reckless when skateboarding?"

“Well I sure as hell won’t go ever handrail with an almost broken board anymore. Never again.” You say a bit strongly the pain resurface from your memories, ‘Yeah never that again’.

Vil smirks when you say that, it seems like that little mishap that caused you so much pain was enough to teach you a lesson. He nods in approval, that was good to hear.

"Good to know you can grow up a little and learned your lesson. Now it's time for you to ask the next question."

“Okay then, truth or dare my grace?” You ask, almost getting used to calling him revering words, instead of just doing so to tease.

"Hmm... I choose dare darling" Vil answers, following your lead.

Vil's tone is calm and firm, as if he has his mind set on being able to handle whatever kind of dare you would dish at him. He leans against his bed frame, taking one of the sugary snacks you had brought along, his gaze is locked with yours as he munch on the treat. His mouth is curved into a devilish little grin as he watched pounder for a good challenge.

“Then.. I dare you to do your make up and post on your magicam story, but, you have to leave it unblended.” You dare him.

Vil's face is initially filled with a look of disbelief. He couldn't believe that you had the guts to ask him to do something like that, but he also had to hide his amusement. Vil's tone is still calm, but it's also laced with humor. "What? You want me to make myself look like a fool on social media, just for your own entertainment? What kind of a dare is that?"

“Well are you to scared to do it~” you playfully egg him on.

Vil's mouth curls up in a smug little grin, he seems amused to be called out. His tone is flirty, his expression mocking. "Is that so? You may believe that I'm too scared, but I'll gladly do this dare of yours and take my revenge on you later. I wonder if I'll get more embarrassing comments or compliments though..."

“Okay then, get on with it pretty boy!” you tell him.

Vil's grin only grows bigger as he moves over to where his desk is. He grabs his makeup set and starts pulling out the necessary materials. His tone is playful and mocking, though he still seems a tad bit hesitant. "Fine, if it means that I'm going to get back at you later for making me do this, I'm all for it. Just keep in mind that you're the one who asked for this in the first place. So no complaints."

“Don’t worry, I won’t~” you reply.

Vil snickers, he's getting excited to see the reaction of everyone when they see the outcome. But he wants to give you a good show. Vil goes over to the mirror to start applying his makeup, he doesn't even try very hard to make this look good. He does the bare minimum to apply the foundation, eyeshadow, blush, lip-stick and mascara. Though the end result is still sloppy and the blending is not present per your request, it is horrendous, Vil still has a playful grin on his face.

A couple minutes after posting…

Vil's fame has given the result he had expected from this dare, and now multiple people are commenting on his social media. The comments are filled with mockery and insults for Vil's sloppily done makeup. While Vil isn't offended by the insults, he can't help but find them humorous and is almost tempted to respond with some snarky retorts to make his audience laugh even more.

“Damn people are mean, didn’t expect to be that bad.” you say as you look at his phone over his shoulder.

Vil chuckles, he's glad to see that you're concerned for him, but he's not taking any of the insults seriously. One thing he's learned about fame and popularity is that there will always be people who want to tear you down or criticize your every move. Vil's tone remains flirty and smug, he still has a playful and teasing look on his face. "Relax, I'm not bothered by their comments. I'm used to it. Besides... I kind of invited it. I did look pretty foolish after all."

“Yeah but I still don’t like it, anyways your turn to ask me something. I pick truth by the way.” You tell him, grimacing at some of the nastier comments.

Vil nods his head in understanding, it's nice to see that you care so much. He smiles warmly at you and decides to ask you a question. His tone is still very flirty, the playfulness hasn't left his voice yet. "Okay, truth. I had a feeling I knew what you were going to pick already, and looks like I was correct. So, hat is your biggest weakness?"

“Your pretty face~” you tell the man beside you, but you quickly reflect and speak out a more profond answer. “Just kidding, honestly I would have to say the fact that I get into trouble too easily, sure it’s fun at first but sometimes I can really hurt others with my antics, I really don’t like it.” You tell Vil with a tone full of sincerity.

Vil grins mischievously, he can't help but find your first answer humorous as well. But when you deliver your second comment, Vil's expression softens slightly as he's surprised by your honesty. He nods his head in acknowledgment and smiles warmly. His tone is still playful as he chuckles, though now it's mixed with a little bit of flirtation. "Ahh, I see, I suppose that could be quite troublesome in some situations. So, you must get into trouble on a normal basis then?"

“I’m not the smartest, but I’m not dumb enough to admit something you don’t already know about dorm leader.” you tell him, like ‘hey I’m not on the same academic level as the housewardens, but I’m not stupid enough to tell you things so you can punish me.’

Vil giggles at your response, it seems like you're not the type to admit your past shenanigans that easily. Of course, he is your dorm leader and he has probably seen some of your antics. Vil's tone shifts slightly where it now has a flirtacious quality to it in addition to the friendly teasing. "That's fair enough. But I have to say, despite your mischief, you are still quite a charming person. So I'm sure you can just charm your way out of any trouble that you get yourself into, right?"

“Oh shush, the sugar from the snacks are making you delirious. Anywho truth or dare?” You play off his compliment, trying not to think about too hard.

Vil's eyebrows raise in amusement as he laughs a bit at your response. The flirtatious tone still lingers in his voice. "Oh, so you think it must be the sugar from the snacks? Hmm, guess we'll find out how correct your assessment of the situation is. You’ll be the one asking now. And I choose truth again."

You wanted to keep things playful, truly. But ever since the kissed that took place in this very same room… you couldn’t help but see Vil in a new light, feeling a bit insecure about his opinion of you.

“Do you actually like spending time with me? Like are you just doing it for the sake of our friendship, to keep things between us amical so I don’t cause you more trouble?” You ask softly, avoiding eye contact after such a vulnerable question.

Vil's gaze narrows slightly upon hearing your question, he's not sure how you want him to answer. But after a moment of hesitation, Vil shakes his head. There's no way he would let you doubt his intentions. "Of course I enjoy spending time with you. I think you're quite an amusing person, and I always look forward to having conversations about anything and everything with you. I believe that our friendship is quite genuine, and of course I'd never want you to just cause me more trouble. So relax... there's no need to doubt me."

“Oh alright, thanks… anyways I pick truth again.” You tell him, hopping the fact you were flustered at the sweet and honest reply, didn’t show in your voice.

After a moment of thought, the corners of his mouth curl up in a playful grin. “Hmm, truth, huh? What a predictable outcome," He teases.

“Alright then, my sweet y/n are you interested in me, as in ‘is the kiss from last time a one time thing or did it mean more to you?” He asks you leaning forward, barely closing the distance.

Obviously you deny as a first instinct, fight or flight type of thing.

Vil chuckles again, he finds this rather amusing. Your attempts to hide your feelings are quite easy to see through. The truth is clear, you are obviously attracted to him, at least to some extent. Vil stares at you for a moment, letting the tension build before letting out a teasing groan and leaning back against the bed frame once more. There’s no need for you to say that you’re attracted to him bluntly, when you are so obvious about it. A slight grin plays on his lips as he teases you further. "Oh come on, you know you are into me.."

“Your so vain my Queen, but.. I mean our kiss, it’s not something I would mind doing again” you begin,

“Is that so?” The actor inquires.

“Yeah, um- so truth or dare?” You ask, trying to change the subject.

“Truth.”

“Are you truly attracted to me, or was the kissed we share last time just a thing of the moment?” You ask, basically reworking his his question, like you would do with a thesis statement when writing a conclusion.

“Wasn’t that my question?”

“Well we never agree not to repeat questions,” you point out.

“Alright then. To answer your question, yes I am truly attracted to the chaotic, annoying, and wonderful person sitting in front of me.” He admits to you, with a now sweet smile plastered on his face.

Did Vil start crushing on you about the same time you started crushing on him, yes. Was he going to tell if you didn’t ask him even though he asked you, also yes. If you want an answer out of a Queen like Vil Schoenheit, you had to work for it. Or at least be brave enough to ask in your case.

“Oh, that’s good to hear.” You say shortly.

“Is that all?” he teases.

“Yes, Truth or dare?” You were persistent on not underlining the fact you liked him too much.

“And I thought we were getting sentimental in here, boo hoo, crossing you out Y/N.” He said with a crossing motion from his right hand following it. “Anyways dare.”

“Well since we’ll since you’re into me, and gracious am I.” ‘fuck, I’m starting to sound like Crowley.’ “ I therefore dare you to kiss me.. please.”

Vil looks at you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He leans in closer, his voice low and seductive. "Well, since you asked so nicely, how could I refuse?" He closes the distance between you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

This kiss felt different from your first shared one, this one felt romantic not just a way to blow some steam.

Once you part lips, you stay slightly dazed, that is until you feel one of Vil’s silk cover pillows hit you square in the face.

The room soon fills with the sound of a pillow hitting the wall as the two of you engage in a playful and energetic pillow fight. Some of the horrible make-up Vil was wearing stained the pillow covers of the ones that actually managed to hit him. Laughter in the air as you both enjoy the silly and lighthearted moment together. And creating memories that will last a lifetime.

As the pillow fight comes to an end, you find yourself lying on Vil's bed together, catching your breath and enjoying the moment.

“What next?” You ask.

The night continued, you had moved on to the next activity which was a couple rounds of ‘Last one’ which was this world’s version of uno and a game that was similar to monopoly.

Than you moved on to movies, Vil had picked out quite a couple that you both enjoyed. But you had insisted on watching one more movie, one he starred in, due to the lack of his appearance in the previous ones.

And honestly, you knew he was famous, but damn, his acting was wonderful, you almost cried at the simple romcom which in he was the male lead.

After watching it, you were both too tired to keep going. So after finishing your skincare routines, with the mandatory silly face selfies with the moisturizing masks on, you layed done on Vil’s Alaskan King bed.

Then…

“Do to think you would be interested in going out with me?” you ask, turning to your side to fully look at him.

His gaze meets yours, and there's a spark of something way past friendship in his eyes. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking.

"Actually, I've been wanting to ask you the same thing. I've enjoyed every moment we've spent together, and I can't help but feel a strong connection between us. So, yes, I would love to go out with you." His voice is filled with sincerity and a hint of nervousness, waiting for your response.

“Well I can assure you I feel the same.” You tell him now looking up at the ceiling.

He then grabs your face softly and placed a peck on your lips. “That’s marvellous.”

Then you both giggle…

Come the next day,

You had woken up later then Vil, he was probably already at breakfast. Meanwhile the disturbance that brought back from dreamland to the real world was still persisting.

So you stood up from your spot on the large bed, and a grab of your phone only to see the flooding of teasing text from your friends on magicam, multiple had linked a singular post. Of course you clicked on it, and lo and behold. It was a picture of you, with lipstick very much so overly lined, in addition both of your eyelids were covered in a mush of purple and black eyeshadow.

You opened your camera app for a second, only to see that the distasteful make up was still on.

You quickly checked who was the poster behind that atrocity, and as expected it was Vil. Mister Vil Schoenheit had posted a picture of you in a horrendous state to his magicam, one followed by over a million of people.

‘But hey, at least the caption was sweet.’ At the bottom of the photo you could see ‘My girlfriend’ written, followed by a couple of heart emojis.

Well he did say he would get his revenge…

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nicoline1998enilocin · 8 months

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Oh my God, I really need to have babies with your hubby tony, seriously! I would be the happiest wife in the world. Can you write a delicious baby making with him? Breeding kink is so hot and breeding kink with tony is even hotter, aaaand you write smut beautifully!

Nice and round for me

PAIRING | Husband!Tony Stark x Wife!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.3K

SUMMARY | You and Tony are enjoying your honeymoon in Switzerland, and you had a little more to drink this particular night than usual. You still can't keep your hands off one another, but when the night gets more heated, a specific kink of Tony's comes to light, and you can't help but indulge him in his biggest fantasy.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Smut [ breeding kink, daddy kink, lactation kink (without milk), cockwarming, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting ], mentions of pregnancy.

A/N | Hi Nonnie, thank you for this wonderful request! It will be my first time writing a breeding kink, and I'm honored you want me to write it with the wonderful hubby Tony Stark! 🖤

This one-shot takes place during the same time frame as Baby, it's cold outside. You don't need to have read that one to understand this, but I would still appreciate it if you check it out if you still need to.

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

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You and Tony have been enjoying your honeymoon for the last week and a half, but neither of you has seen much of the beautiful Alps you're currently at. Today, you are planning on changing that.

''Babe, I really think it's time to go and enjoy the sights out there; I didn't bring my camera for nothing,'' you tell him while you're having breakfast together.

Honestly, you're still sore from yesterday since the two of you had been going at it all day and all night, so it would be nice to have a day off for once.

''Alright, but I might have better use for your camera-''

''No, Tony, we're not filming ourselves having sex. You can forget about that idea,'' you say sharply.

''Never say never...'' he said in a sing-song voice, quickly getting up before you could poke him in his side as punishment.

''Not fair! I'm still sore from yesterday, so I'm not as fast as you are,'' you say with a pout.

''I'm sorry, Honey Bee,'' he says as he walks back, giving you a soft kiss on your lips as an apology.

When breakfast is gone, the two of you get some walking done, and you snap some fantastic pictures of the Swiss Alps before heading back, ready for some hot chocolate by the fire.

''Alright, hot chocolate with extra marshmallows for my gorgeous Honey Bee,'' Tony says as he hands you an extra-large mug.

''Ooh, thank you so much, Babe!'' you say as you press play for the movie you will watch together. You cuddle into his side, letting your thoughts go for a little while.

''We should invite all of the Avengers over here for a vacation soon,'' you tell Tony, and he nods.

''As long as I can still have the next week and a half just with you, you can invite anyone whenever you want,'' he says, and you nod.

''Of course, our honeymoon is just for us,'' you tell him.

When both of your mugs are empty, you put them on the table in front of the couch, and when you move back, you go and straddle Tony's lap on the couch.

''Hm, I thought you were sore, Honey Bee,'' Tony says as you slowly start grinding yourself onto him.

''Well, I want you to fill me up again, Daddy. Need to be full with you again,'' you tell him in an innocent voice.

His head falls back on the couch with a soft thud as he lets out a deep grunt at the nickname. He goes absolutely feral when you call him daddy, and it sparked something in him you didn't even know was there.

''How about you make me a real Daddy, huh? Want to fill you up so much with my cum that you'll get nice and round for me when you're pregnant,'' he says, his eyes darkening immensely.

Suddenly your cheeks darken to a deep red color at the thought, but you can't say that you mind, in all honesty. You've always wanted children, so you play into his fantasy.

''Yes, please, Daddy, please get me pregnant,'' you say, and you start grinding into him more, feeling him firm up in his pants without much effort. Combined with your soft moans, he's an absolute goner for you.

His hands fly to your hips, your dress already bunched up at your waist, too, from how you sat down earlier.

''Hm, lemme feel if my Baby is wearing any panties right now,'' he says, and you softly shake your head.

''I'm not, Daddy. Decided to not wear any for you this morning,'' you say with big eyes, making yourself still look as innocent as possible.

''Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me,'' he groans and he thinks 'this would be a great way to go when my time comes.'

''Here, let me free my hard cock for you, Honey Bee; that way, I can get you nice and pregnant while you bounce on this for me,'' he says, and you get up a little, letting him unbutton his pants, shoving them down to his knees.

''Well, it's a good thing Daddy wasn't in underwear either for his Honey Bee, huh?'' he asks. You nod, almost drooling at the sight of his rock-hard member resting against his abdomen.

''F-fuck, Daddy, so hard for me. Want you to fill me up!'' you whine out, and he grabs you by your hips before manhandling you onto his dick, shoving into you in a single thrust.

''D-DADDY, YES!'' you scream out as your head falls back against your neck. You start grinding and bouncing on his dick, pulling deep groans and moans from both of you.

His fingers find their way between your bodies and onto your clit, making you scream out loud at the overwhelming pleasure he's giving you.

''Oh, fuck, Honey Bee, can't wait to fill you up so full you're dripping with my cum. Need to fill you up until you're round with my baby, milk dripping from those gorgeous tits of yours,'' he says as he pulls the collar of your dress down.

Your boobs are on full display for him as they bounce up and down in sync with your movements, and he plays with your nipple, wrapping his lips around the other and sucking on the other.

''Hmm, suck on my tits, Daddy. Get all the milk you want,'' you say as you're getting breathless from the movements, but you don't dare to stop.

''These tits will be so gorgeous for me when they're all filled with milk, dripping with the deliciousness that I will happily lap up,'' he says, moving his lips to the other breast and continuing those same actions.

''Need to cum, Daddy, am close!'' you moan, and a whine escapes you shortly after.

''Yeah, does my good girl get to cum? You think you've been good enough to Daddy to earn it?'' he asks as his hand moves back to your clit, your entire pussy soaking by now.

''Y-yeah, I'm Daddy's good girl! Been so good for you, Daddy!'' you say, almost over the edge.

''Cum. NOW.'' he orders sharply, and before you know it, you're cumming hard, squirting all over his legs, the couch, and the floor from the intensity of the orgasm.

''Thank you, Daddy,'' you say between pants, and his hands grip your hips as his thrusts get faster and sloppier.

''Fuck, keep squeezing me like that. Gonna cum deep inside your wet cunt Honey Bee,'' he says. ''Gonna get you pregnant right now to remember this amazing day,'' and not long after, he does, shooting his cum deep inside you.

You are entirely fucked out as you slouch forward against his body, keeping his softening dick still inside you.

''Wanna stay like this, Daddy. Wanna stay with you inside me,'' you say, and he nods.

''Alright, Honey Bee, I love you so much,'' he says as his hands trail lazy patterns all over your back.

Today marks your 6 month wedding anniversary, and you and Tony are still very much in the honeymoon phase of your marriage.

Since the two of you found out you're pregnant - and expecting twins, no less -Tony hasn't left your side for a second. His duties as Iron Man are put on hold indefinitely since he just wants to be with you.

''God, you're even more beautiful than yesterday, Honey Bee,'' Tony says, and you giggle because he tells you the same exact thing every day.

''Babe, you tell me that every day. And even though I agree with you, it might be time for you to think of something else to tell me before I get used to you telling me that,'' you say as you let yourself fall onto the couch.

''No, because I will never get enough of telling you how beautiful you are when carrying my babies. I love you so much,'' he says as he sits down and rests his hand on your belly.

''I love you more,'' you say, leaning in for a kiss that leaves you breathless for a little bit. ''And I am sure our boys will love you just as much as I love you,'' you tell him, your hands resting on your belly alongside Tony's hand.

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you-can-call-me-fangs · 1 year

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Maybe some nsfw hc with angel or aki form chainsaw man? I haven’t seen you write anything for them so idk if you do write for aki and angel. Top Male reader pls.

-🧀anon

Sorry this took so long to get around to besides me just being lazy as shit it also takes me like three days to make a post after I'm done doing drafts, re-reading, finalising, etc. but whatevs enough excuses! I hope you still enjoy! 💙💙

Angel and Aki NSFW Headcannons

Contains: manhandling/borderline dub-con, belly bulging, mention of mirror sex, exhibitionism/chance of getting caught, Aki being touch starved?

° I wish I could have more nsfw headcannons for these pretty boys but I can't help but see them as vanilla as fuck, but they've still got some things that they like to do and that turn them on

° Angel likes it if his partner is bigger than him (which luckily for him is most people)

° This leads to Angel really being into being manhandled, like full on pick him up and throw him on the bed

° Angel is really into you forcing him to do things in whichever way you see fit, whether it be forcing his head up and down on your cock grabbing onto his hair while you do so, or using him as a glorified fleshlight by just holding onto his waist and forcing his body to move in any way you want on your dick

° Pretty much anything else you could think of that forces Angel to pleasure you in some way where you have all the control and there's nothing he can do about it he's probably down for it

° Angel especially loves positions where you have to pick him up and hold him in place, lifting his legs up wrapping them around your waist and fucking him like that? mmm✨delicious✨

° You can definitely expect some belly bulging with this one (maaaybe Angel wouldn't mind if you spread him out in front of a mirror so he could see the bulge you were making in his stomach too...just a thought 👀)

° Angel likes to be tied up

° I don't know why, I guess I just like the thought of Angel being tied up, whenever I think of him in shibari he's just so cute~

° Angel doesn't mind loves getting called pretty boy AND pretty girl

° I like to think that Angel, as a devil, doesn't care too much about gender or presenting as one particular gender so using either or works for him, so please don't hesitate to call him a good girl as you fuck him against the wall

° In between Angel's moans you can hear him cursing in a foreign language, probably latin

° I know I said Angel is pretty vanilla but just because of his nature as a demon I could imagine he's seen and/or is into some pretty freaky stuff that he'll want to divulge in with you in from time to time, but he doesn't want it to become a staple, Angel believes that sex should be quick and easy why complicate it with all the extra kinky stuff?

° Speaking of quick and easy I believe with my whole chest that Aki is into quickies

° Honestly just the thought of you pulling him into some unused office at work bending him over the table and taking him right there and then turns him on enough, imagine if you actually did it? He'd be over the moon

° Aki won't tell you this but he does get off on almost getting caught or being right out of sight or ear shot of someone seeing or hearing you both

° Aki's moans are pretty damn loud and noticeable he tries to hold them back but he's terrible at it, if you two did decide to do it in public somewhere it would be very ovbious what you were doing even if it was behind closed doors

° Two words (well maybe three): Househusband Aki. Need I say more

° Aki really enjoys foreplay, he likes having and knowing that all your attention is on him even if that sounds a little selfish to him

° Having your hands all over his body as you prep him, fingering him, playing with his nipples, kissing him, it doesn't matter

° Pretty much any sort of touch between the two of you is nice for Aki it's reassuring and comforting to him, he's a bit of a softie in the bedroom because of this, he doesn't like to be all rough and forced like Angel

° Aftercare with Aki is spectacular, you already know he's super sweet about it

° He gets both of you all cleaned up afterwards, taking a shower telling you how good you made him feel, rubbing, massaging, cuddling, you name it your doing it!

° Aki for sure enjoys cuddling the most though, being able to run his hands on your body

° Aki also most definitely expects you to do the same, he wants your hands on him as much as possible, running them up and down his sides, putting your fingers in his hair, etc.

° And this doesn't just apply to aftercare but during sex too, wrapping one of your arms around his waist while you thrust into him, letting Aki hold onto your biceps or even putting his arms around your neck, it doesn't matter as long as Aki gets to touch you

° Both of them aren't very good with dirty talk, Aki isn't good at hearing dirty talk and Angel isn't good at speaking dirty

° When Angel tries to dirty talk it usually comes in the form of him trying to decribe all the dirty stuff he wants you to do to him, but it normally comes out like a confused mess, he'll hesitate once with what to say next and then it goes off the rails from there

° Ironically in the spur of the moment when Angel is half out of his mind from overstimulation he might actually say something really sexy that turns you on, he doesn't even know he's doing it, it will just start to happen naturally, guess he needed your help :)

° Aki on the other hand just gets easily flustered so hearing dirty talk will make him turn bright red almoat instantly, it would be a really nice way to tease him

° Aki's way of blushing is also super adorable, it's one of those blushes that reaches all over there face and down their neck, you can even see him get red on other parts of his body like his shoulders, chest, knuckles, all in all Aki just lights up if you can find a way to fluster him (which shouldn't be too hard)

#🧀 anon #devils speaking latin is a thing right? i didn't just make hat up?#aki x reader #aki x male reader #aki hayakawa x reader #angel x reader #angel x male reader #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man x male reader #top male reader

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funnylittlelad · 11 months

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So, I've been thinking about Appalachian!Eddie and Steve meeting as kids when Eddie's mom cleans Steve's house

disclaimer here: i grew up in the very northern bit of Appalachia and i went with my mother to clean houses growing up so this may have been a little thing just for me at first

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Eddie’s childhood was spent in grandiose houses with giant yards and more facilities than a home could ever need. Not because he lived in them, but because his mother cleaned them. She worked for a private cleaning business that would send her, and therefore Eddie, in her shitty little Chrysler at least forty minutes into the middle of the state. To where all the miserable people lived.

That's what his mother called the people who lived in those grandiose houses. She'd tell him that their houses may be nice, but they're miserable because they have to work so much to pay for it that they never get to enjoy it. He supposed she must be right. No one was ever around when they were, after all. As he got older he couldn't help wondering if those people were miserable then what was his family? Damned, he guessed.

There was one house at the start of one summer, a little further than normal that Eddie remembers better than the rest. They would visit his Uncle Wayne who lived nearby whenever they were there. It had a ruby red door despite an otherwise drab exterior. Eddie remembers this particular mini mansion because someone was home. A boy, around Eddie’s age with fluffy looking hair and cautious caramel eyes. Eddie was enamored instantly. Those eyes and the moles dotted around tanned skin shot Eddie through the heart with a harpoon. His parents were never around. It was always just him and the nanny.

The first time Eddie walked into the house it was a lot like all the others. Towering ceilings, giant stairs, and all the makings of someone’s wildest American dreams. The boy didn't really talk to him in the beginning. In fact, Eddie tries to say hello when the boy walks past him and his mom, but to no avail. The boy continued on as if he wasn't there. Fifteen minutes later he was sent into the kitchen to find extra clorox. His mom didn't grab some like she thought. When he reaches the side entrance, he hears them.

“Why does it matter?” The boy asks petulantly. It’s Eddie's first time hearing his chime-like voice, “They're just cleaners.”

The nanny sighs and shakes her head. She levels him with a disappointed stare.

“The people who work for you are still people, Steven. Just because your parents are-,” another sigh, “Your parents may not act like it, but the people who take care of you and your home deserve to be respected too. If that's how you're going to treat them, that's the same as treating me that way.”

Eddie expects to hear the boy fight back. He expects some kind of tantrum he’s grown to accept as normal from people who live in places like this. Nothing like that ever comes.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly.

“It’s okay, Steven,” she replies gently, “With your parents… it's no wonder.”

Eddie isn't sure what that means. He doesn't get too long to think about it either. His mother calls his name from down the hall. It jolts him into movement. Silently, he enters the kitchen but keeps his eyes ahead of him. He begins to scan the doors of all the cabinets. It's an overwhelming amount. Way more than the four they have at home.

“Do you need help finding something?” The boy’s voice asks from behind Eddie.

With a start, he spins around. The boy is smiling at him. It’s small, but it's there and it's friendly. It strikes Eddie that, even at the ripe age of ten, this boy is pretty. Almost like those porcelain dolls his grandma used to hoard.

“My Ma needs the bleach,” he replies slowly.

The boy's smile grows ever so slightly. He nods and goes to the cabinet beneath the sink. It's a strange place for cleaning supplies, Eddie thinks, but he’s noticed a fair amount of the miserable people do it. His mother always kept the chemicals high and out of his reach.

“Don't you usually bring your own?” The boy asks, seemingly to be genuinely curious as he hands over the blue spray bottle.

“Reckon she thought she’d brung’it in her poke, but came up empty,” Eddie shrugs.

The boy blinks at Eddie as if he’d suddenly grown a second head.

“What?” The boy asks, a laugh teetering on the edge of his lips.

Eddie’s defenses go up instantly. The boy must be able to tell because he holds out his hands to assure Eddie all’s fine.

“Sorry- Just-” The boy shakes his head a little, “I didn’t understand like… any of that.”

Eddie regards him, trying to decide if he’s messing with him or just that stupid.

“What part?”

“Well, what’s a poke?”

“Y’don't know what a poke is?”

The boy shakes his head. Eddie scoffs a bit and looks around for help, but they're alone. How could this kid not know something so simple?

“Like what groceries go in,” he tells him.

The boy's head cocks to the side.

“Oh, you mean a bag?”

“That's what I said,” Eddie states annoyed, “A poke.”

The boy is blinking again.

“Where are you from?” He asks suddenly.

“Not from this neck. We moved from the Cumbies out t’ward the state line,” Eddie answers.

“The Cumbies?”

“Yeah, the Cumberland Mountains.”

The boy let out a fascinated huh. Eddie nods awkwardly. His mother says his name from the doorway. His eyes shoot to her. She wears a slightly amused yet scolding smile. He offers her a sheepish smile in return.

“What’d I tell you about talkin’ when we’re places like this?” She questions knowingly.

“To use my proper people words,” Eddie drones.

“That's right. Now c’mon, we don't want anyone put out.”

Eddie nods and hands his mother the bleach. He goes to follow her back to the bathroom she’s cleaning.

“Wait,” the boy says.

Both Eddie and his mom look over their shoulders. They’re almost the same image. The boy flushes at the sudden attention.

“You can keep the bleach,” he tells them weakly.

“Thank you,” Eddie’s mother smiles.

Steven and Eddie hold eye contact for another moment. It feels like Steven wants to say something else, but he doesn't. Eddie drags his eyes away to follow his mother. He doesn't see Steven again that day.

Eddie’s mom doesn't get that house to clean again until a month later. Steven and his nanny are once again the only ones home. This time Steven never ignores Eddie. He finds Eddie and his mom in the living room. Eddie is curled up on an armchair with a rather thick looking book while his mother vacuums. Steven comes up behind the chair and taps Eddie on the shoulder. Eddie’s deep brown eyes fly to Steven curiously.

“Wanna play outside?” He asks.

Eddie considers him for a moment before closing his book and nodding. His mother smiles at him as they dart out of the room. When they get to the backyard Eddie comes to a stop. He looks around and his nose crinkles. It's pavement and pool as far as the eye can see.

“You call this a yard?” Eddie scoffs.

Steven pouts as he takes in his own yard with fresh eyes. He shrugs.

“Yeah, what would you call it?”

Eddie picks up a half deflated beach ball and looks at Steven with a deadpan stare.

“Sad.”

“Well, what's yours look like?”

Eddie flashes a toothy grin.

“Back home we had a lotta land. I could get through those woods with my eyes closed,” he answers, his words sounding thought out and intentional.

Steven frowns a tad. Where’s the quick talking hard to understand boy from last time?

“There are woods,” he points to the thin cropping of trees beyond the fence.

Eddie snorts.

“No, those are some trees. I’m talkin’ woods.”

Steven leads them to some pool chairs while Eddie describes the woods back home. He goes into great detail about the green of the trees, the thickness of the trunks, the solitude of being out there, and the animals he's learned to interact with. Steve hangs onto every word, but something is bothering him. Eddie is still talking in that measured way that sounds nothing like the last time.

“Why are you talking like that?” He blurts out while Eddie is telling him about a nearby stream.

It was the way that Eddie hesitated and struggled with the word stream that prompted his outburst. Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve.

“Like what?”

“I dunno, you’re not talking like you did last time,” Steve shrugs insecurely.

“I’m… s’pose to be learning how to talk more proper,” Eddie sighs, looking down at his hands.

“Why? What's wrong with how you talk?”

Eddie’s wide deep brown eyes shoot back up to Steve curiously.

“It makes people think I’m stupid,” he answers.

Steve’s face scrunches in a way that makes Eddie smile a little.

“I don't think it makes you sound stupid. You can talk normally around me,” Steve tells him.

Eddie blinks for a moment. Steve’s words latch right onto his heart. You can talk normally. No one outside of where they're from has ever made Eddie feel anything less than weird, or an outsider. Here Steve sits in front of him calling how he talks normal.

“Y’sure?” He checks, his smile growing.

A grin starts crawling across Steve’s face as he hears the startings of a twang. He really likes the way Eddie talks. He sounds so much different than anyone else Steve has talked to. It grabs Steve and makes him want to solve every sentence like a puzzle.

“I’m sure.”

The rest of the time Steve spends trying to guess what Eddie is saying. Eddie, the little shit, isn't making it easy for him. He just smiles more and more mischievously each time Steve fumbles. By the time Eddie’s mom is done with the house they're chasing each other around the backyard giggling like mad. She feels bad for breaking it up. It's not often she gets to see Eddie playing so care free with another kid. He hasn't had it easy since moving to Indiana.

She starts taking Steve’s house more. Eddie and Steve quickly become best friends. When they’re together they're completely wrapped up in each other. Eddie’s mom finds it a little funny, but figures boys will be boys. Steve never stops encouraging Eddie to talk how he normally does around him. Eddie never stops complying, reveling in the feeling of being normal.

One day they're there a little later than usual. Steve’s parents left a mess from hosting a bunch of fancy guests. The sun slowly dips below the horizon, orange hues drench the sky. Crickets chirp and the high pitch trills of gray tree frogs fill the air. Steve and Eddie had been trying to skip rocks across the pool, but have since transitioned into sitting with their feet in the water. Steve doesn't need to guess or fumble anymore, he’s officially fluent in Eddie. As the summer winds down the impending school year looms over them. Eddie won't be going with his mom to work anymore and Steve won't be around if he does.

“Maybe you can come over on the weekend,” Steve suggests hopefully.

“I dunno, Stevie. My Ma has to carry us pert near an ahr to get to these parts.”

Steve frowns. He didn't know they drove close to an hour every time they came here.

“Maybe I can come to your house then,” he switches gears.

He doesn't want to give up Eddie yet. Eddie doesn't expect Steve to be anything other than who he is. Steve wants to desperately cling to that as long as he can. Everyone in his life wants him to be something else, even at ten.

“No,” Eddie shakes his head vehemently, “Y’don’t want that. My dad… Well, he gets het up easy. He’s ill.”

“Like he’s sick?”

Eddie sighs. Not because Steve doesn't fully get it, but because he has to talk about this at all.

“He’s gotta bad temper.”

Steve simply nods. He gets that more than Eddie knows.

“You’ll be around next summer, right?” Steve checks.

Eddie smiles widely.

“You betcha!”

“You promise you won't forget me?”

A funny expression takes over Eddie’s round features. His eyebrows furrow, his nose gets a crinkle, and his mouth quirks into an amused smirk.

“Ain't no way I’m forgettin’ you, Stevie.”

They spend their last evening together not worrying about the eyes and opinions of other people. When with each other they only have to worry about Steve and Eddie. It's a reprieve that they both miss come the school year. Eddie gets distracted by bullies, his mother passing suddenly, his father deciding he’s man enough to help provide now, and attempting to teach himself guitar. Steve spent the whole school year waiting.

The first week of the next summer Steve waits, vibrating with anticipation. When the day the cleaners usually come swings around, he’s all but bouncing off the walls. His nanny even scolds him a few times for his restlessness. The sound of the doorbell has him speeding to answer the front door. He swings it open with a wide grin ready to greet Eddie and his mother.

Steve’s heart falls flat on the floor and his smile drops. Waiting to be let in isn't Eddie or his mom. It’s some older woman in the same shirt Eddie's mom always wore. That tells Steve his parents didn't change companies, but Eddie still isn't here. He decides maybe it's a fluke. Maybe something happened so they couldn’t come this week. They're nearly an hour away, after all.

The next week Steve repeats the same process. And the week after that. And the week after that. Until he finally gives up on the idea of Eddie altogether. Steve spends that summer locked away in his room mostly. He wallows in his loneliness while all his friends from school are on lavish vacations with their families. He spends his summer in Hawkins alone missing the only friend he really felt himself around. Meanwhile, Eddie spends the summer lifting cars with his dad to afford to continue living in their house after his mother’s death. Every day, his thoughts wander to Steve and how much he wishes he had a way to tell him he didn't forget. He'd never forget.

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odybee · 3 months

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G/t Secret Santa Gift

@sugarthegecko hello! I'm your Secret Santa. I'm sorry it took me this long to get this gift to you, things have been a bit hectic where I am.

I wanted to try something new and wrote a one shot! It also comes with a few colored sketches I made along the way of the two antagonists. I will put the drawings at the end of the story. Hope you enjoy!

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Hadotrauma

Word count- 3854

Contains: Intentional fearplay, implied vore (let me know if you think I should add more here, this is my first time posting something like this)

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It was a beautiful day to be beneath the waves. The normally dull weather that hangs over the Bermuda Triangle was set to clear for the entire week, leaving uncharacteristically safe conditions for a reconnaissance mission that Jack had been losing his little mind over for months.

A small vessel carrying a family heirloom, a gold-crested lock box dating back a few hundred years, had gotten hit by a stray wave, forcing the captain onto a lifeboat as his ship capsized and quickly sank. The good news is that the captain survived, which is how Jack got enough information to take the job at all. His recounting of where the boat was when it went under was spot on too, which is especially nice because finding out where the wreck is was only half the battle for this particular job. See, in escaping the ship with his life, the captain wasn’t able to get the lockbox, meaning it went down with his ship. The family it belonged to was less than thrilled, to say the very least.

And that’s when Jack heard about it. The family was willing to pay a fortune to whoever stepped up and got the box back; not that Jack was diving for an extra paycheck. Even before he had decided he wanted to be a marine archaeologist, he'd been enamored with stories of the mythical Bermuda Triangle. Tales of monsters appearing from its shadowy depths, however unrealistic, were something he liked to think about to keep his job interesting when things got slow. He could just see a megalodon’s lifeless eye peering up at him from the inky water, just waiting for him to get close enough to-

“Helloo, Jack? You there?” A voice sounded from the receiver in Jack’s mask, making him jump a little in surprise.

“M-Huh? Sorry Lori, yea, I’m here.”

“Good. Please try to focus? There could be sharks or marlins.”

“Of course, my bad.”

Lori is Jack’s assistant. A bit of a hardass, but he’s been getting through to her lately. Once the nerves of jumping into the water and sinking into the dark wear off and it’s just the two of them, she can be really fun to talk to. For however long the communications decide to keep working in their masks, that is. Water pressure doesn’t play nice with lightweight electronics.

As the silent descent continued and Jack made a mental note to complain to his manager, a boxy silhouette began taking form in the sea of shadows beneath him. A thin line of bubbles excitedly glimmering in the glow of Jack’s headlight made its way up from the shape, meaning they were right on target.

“Bingo! You got an eye on it, Lori?”

“Sure do. Here’s hoping my camera’s still works, I just got a new lens for it.”

“Camera? Ooo, we actually gonna try to get a picture of a sea monster?”

“As much as I’d love to, no. Our clients just said they wanted to see where the box ended up. Plus, it’s great publicity. Tourist subs don’t get this far down. I’ll send you a postcard from the kraken’s stomach if we end up finding one though.” Lori fidgeted with the bulky tool as she descended a little ways above Jack, ensuring that nothing was gunking up the lens.

“What? You can’t get eaten! I’d be all alone down here..”

“A great white shark once said, ‘fish are friends, not food’. You can be friends with the kraken, or you can join me in its belly.”

“Yea yea, I bet the fish would be fresh in there anyways.” Jack made first contact with the wreckage now just beneath his feet as Lori playfully responded in disgust. The white plating of the boat’s hull barely had time to erode, much less allow algae growth, so it almost looked like it could float again. And it probably could have, were it not for the captain’s incompetence. Jack had thought it sounded strange for just one stray wave to send a boat under so quickly, so it was likely that the poor guy just didn’t do proper maintenance on the vessel’s coolant pipes and didn’t want to admit it. Nothing short of a missile could send a boat down that easily otherwise.

Feeling satisfied with his inspection of the boat’s port side, Jack made his way up to the open door of what appeared to be the helm. Peering in, there looked to be a small ladder leading down from right behind the captain’s controls.

“Okay, I’m gonna start looking for the box. You coming?”

“Yea, just getting some pictures of the outside first. Let me know when you find it so we can swap out. The two of us might clog up the cabin if we both go.”

“Aah, good thinking. Alright, I’ll let you know.” And into the wreckage he went.

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“What the hell is that? Some kind of malformed angler fish?”

“I’m trying to tell you dude, it’s a human! I saw another one swim into that wreck, too!”

Nac layed low to the seabed, shyly pointing a claw at a tiny figure as it waved a cone of light around in the water. Every now and then it would suddenly flash an even brighter light from a box in its hands, then swim off to flash it at something else. Nac had to suppress a startled flinch in his tail at the brightness.

Nac’s more squid-shaped friend Rel rested in the seabed alongside him, squinting in confusion at the little human as it floundered about, flashing its light seemingly at random. “I didn’t know humans had lures, nor that they came down this deep. Are you absolutely positive that it isn’t just a big angler? I’m hungry.”

“Yes! Positive! I’m pretty sure that one’s ‘lure’ is just another human gadget, which I’ll bet is how they got all the way down here too. Cool, right?”

“Yea, I guess,” Rel sighed. “Oh well, they’re small but they’ll have to do. Dibs on this one,” he finished as he tried to take off from the sand. But before he could get anywhere, Nac latched onto one of his tentacles and held fast.

“Ugh, what is it Nac?”

“Jeez, chill out for a second, dude! We never get to see humans down here. Could we at least..” Nac’s tail twitched a bit as his eyes lit up. “Could we at least mess with them a little first? You’re hungry, I’m bored, it’s a win-win!”

Rel pulled back and put two fingers up to his chin, mulling over Nac’s proposal. “Mmm fine. But I’m taking both of them.”

“What? Hey! I’ve never tried human either, dude! Share!” Nac pouted, his claws subconsciously digging into Rel’s flesh.

“Ow! Okay, fine! I’ll take the one closest, you take the one in the wreck. Now would you please let go?”

“Sounds good, buddy! Have fun and don’t get hooked!” Nac exclaimed as he bolted off into the dark.

“Right.” Rel moped, staring at his prey. The passengers on this boat were supposed to have been his anyway! How was he supposed to know that it was only empty because the one thing he sank it for had gotten away?

Whatever. Perhaps this really would be more fun.

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“What was that?”

Lori’s voice came on suddenly after silence had taken hold of the comms for a good ten minutes, making Jack bump his head against the ship’s hull. Ow!

“If you mean the sounds coming from the boat, that would be my head slamming against the hull.”

“No no, it wasn’t a sound, just..” Lori went quiet for a moment. “Nevermind. I’m seeing things.”

“We can call the expedition early if you want,” Jack checked his oxygen gauge. “I could do with a fresh tank anyway. We’re gonna have to make stops on the way up.”

“It’s fine, just keep looking for the box. I’m done out here.” Lori swiveled her head around as she made her way up to the door that Jack’d swam in through, but she couldn’t see anything. It was all black past the cone of her headlight, which was beginning to feel uncomfortably small. “Could you hurry up please? The water isn’t getting any warmer.”

“Sheesh, alright, hold on. I just need to- Ah! There it is! Lori, I found the-”

…

“Hello? Jack, you there?”

But the comms were nothing but static. It wasn’t exactly a surprise; these microphones were in desperate need of an upgrade. But something didn’t feel right this time. Something felt terribly, terribly wrong. There was a shadow, some inky blot that kept just to the corners of her eyes. It could be a shoal of fish, but then, why would it move like that? It’s almost as if.. As if..

Lori jumped violently as a few rhythmic knocks sounded from the boat’s main body, a signal that she and Jack had come up with the first time their microphones cut out to make sure they could still keep track of each other in the wreckage. She swam close to the hull to return the knocks, and as she did so, something brushed past her foot.

Immediately, Lori flipped around and prepared to bop a shark in the nose, but nothing was there. It was still just water, sand, and the void beyond her light, unknown and unyielding. She could feel her heartbeat start to pick up, the claustrophobic confines of her suit seeming to constrict her body in nervous warmth.

Just then, through the static of Lori’s mask, Jack’s voice started coming back through. “Hellooo? Loriii? Lori Dory Oreo, you there?”

Lori steadied herself, the relief of hearing Jack’s voice overshadowed by the intense need to stay completely on alert as she took a moment to respond. “Jack, I think something is here.”

“Uuh yea? There is a boat, maybe some fish, and this totally awesome box that I’m coming out to let you take a picture of.”

“No, Jack, I mean something is in the water. I think it’s watching us.”

Jack laughed in cruel dismission. “Oh haha Lori. Good try, but I’m not that easy to scare. Good on you for taking the opportunity while we’re here, though!”

“Jack, seriously. We have to go right now. Screw the bends, we just need to-”

“Need to what?”

…

“Lori? Did this stupid thing cut out again?”

“It sees me.”

“What? What sees you? Lori, are you okay?”

…

“Lori, come on, this isn’t funny anymore. I’ll be out in a sec, just hang ti-”

…

The feed cut to static once more, leaving Lori completely alone, staring at two huge, luminous yellow eyes like a guppy in floodlights. She wanted to move, wanted to swim up and out of the water with all her might, but she simply couldn’t. The thing’s gaze froze her muscles into place, as if the water itself had turned to ice.

Without warning, a ginormous clawed hand shot out from the black shroud, enveloping Lori’s entire body before she could even scream.

Lori wasted no time in thrashing against the creature’s flesh with everything she had. The utility knife that’d been clipped to her belt was instantly freed, wildly slashing an escape into the walls of her pale prison. The creature loosened its grip in response, but only just enough to let Lori’s head pop out while it squeezed the life out of her. Even as dark spots began taking up her vision, she dared to look up at its face.

Dark, navy blue skin beautifully complimented the yellow eyes of a face that looked insultingly human, apart from two long, pointy ears. Long, white hair unfurled from the top of its head; each lock a set of tangling waves to further drown Lori’s hopes in. But she was too exhausted to fight now; any oxygen she had was forced from her lungs. Unwilling to gaze into the creature’s maw, she let the last of her waking moments be spent looking into its eyes.

She wondered why it looked so disappointed.

And all went dark.

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“Lori? Lori?! Goddamnit, this stupid microphone! One second Lori, I’ll be right out!” Jack called into the dark cabins of the boat, his fists banging against the walls as he made his way out. In all his panic, Jack hadn’t realized that he made a wrong turn somewhere along the way, placing him on the starboard side of the hull’s interior.

Right where he could see a huge, perfectly circular gash that’d been punched into the ship’s metal plating.

“What the hell?! But he said-” but he had no time to waste. He had to get out of the ship right now, and he figured the breach should be just large enough to let him through, even with all his gear on.

Without a second thought, Jack grabbed the edges of the hole and prepared to hoist himself out into the open water. He only needed one mighty kick, and then he’d be able to find Lori and get the hell out of he-

“Hello~”

..!

Jack snapped his head up at the sudden noise, only to be met face-to-face with some massive thing with a human face. It had a long, toothy grin on its pale, scarred countenance, and every one of its teeth looked sharp enough to cut diamond.

…

Jack retreated back into the boat.

He clawed onto any surface he could in an attempt to force himself deeper into the ship’s body, desperate to get away from the thing just outside the paper thin walls. Jack could hear it chuckle as he clamored away, but just as he had clung onto a door, the thing started sucking water out through the breach. The force of the current was so strong that Jack’s hands were ripped away from the doorframe, sending him careening into the beast’s terrible jaws.

Rather than being instantly ripped apart, Jack growled into his mask as his stomach was met with several rows of teeth and his tank clinked against the thing’s lower set. The sharp points were catching on the fabric of his suit, just barely avoiding cutting into his skin. In an attempt to regain his bearings, he curled up and placed his hands against the monster’s lips, desperately trying to ignore the fact that he was about to be bitten in half.

“Nac, would you quit toying with it? I’m still hungry and the sun will be down soon.” another voice suddenly chided from somewhere behind Jack’s head.

“One shecond,” the sharkish creature responded, its voice rattling through Jack’s skull like a bell. “Itsh really hutting uh a hight!”

The other voice gained an edge in its tone. “Don’t speak with your mouth full.”

Jack’s fruitless struggle against the shark’s jaws suddenly came to a halt as it plucked him out of its lips like a cherry stem, thankfully with all of his lower body intact, except the utility knife that was supposed to be clipped to his hip was gone. Fingers were wrapped around him just as he tried to kick away, and there he continued to squirm.

“I said it’s really putting up a fight! See? Look at this one go! Even now it’s still wiggling around.”

“Yea, they tend to do that when they’re about to die. Speaking of, you should really be getting on with it.”

“Whatever dude, I was getting to that!”

The hand holding Jack’s entire body in place loosened up, allowing his blood to run cold and fast at the sight of an approaching maw. His headlight served to reveal every gruesome detail he hadn’t been privy to from the beast’s lips, including bits of viscera stuck between its three rows of teeth.

What if thats-

“OH MY GOD, WAIT, WAIT! PLEASE!” Jack pleaded through his mask after suppressing a gag. But his cries didn’t even reach the shark, not even a flinch came of its ears.

Flippers met the surface of the monster's tongue. It was too soft to push off of, not that anything he did would allow him to escape. The shark’s gills were probably quivering in anticipation, waiting to bring him down, down, down. What more could he do but jam his eyes shut and.. and..!

“STOP!!”

…

A pause. It seemed to last an eternity. Jack’s mouth had opened, but he didn’t know why. Let alone that it had released a sound loud enough to rival the thing he was about to be silenced by.

…

“Nac, please. This is getting old. And why do you look like that? It doesn’t taste that bad.”

The monster, henceforth known as Nac, once again plucked Jack out of his jaws, then brought Jack to the front of his face. The two stared at each other, both some strange mix of horrified and confused.

“Did.. did you hear that?” Nac spoke, almost in a coo. “I think it just talked to me.”

“Oh sure, Nac, because that makes complete sense. Listen, if you don’t want to eat it that badly, just give it to me. No need to make up such utter nonsense.”

“No, really!” Nac’s voice shot up again. Jack felt like he was going to implode. “I think it made a word! Like, a word word! Listen, I bet it can do it again, see?”

Jack was abruptly turned around and presented to a second enormous creature with a human face, this one having a tentacled lower half and extremely long hair. If the lack of care Nac had in handling Jack’s body didn’t kill him first, then surely his heart would pound hard enough to escape from his chest.

The other creature raised an eyebrow at Jack, then sighed and leaned in so he was close to its ear. He supposed that meant he was supposed to speak, but the words weren’t coming out. The lump in his throat just wouldn’t al-

“Ow! QUIT IT!” Jack yelled, feeling three rough taps against the top of his helmet. The navy blue creature in front of him jumped slightly. Jack froze in place.

“See! I told you!” Nac barked as his friend pulled away.

“B-but, how is that even-” it paused. “I’ll be.. Right back.”

The other monster’s tentacles disappeared into the abyss, leaving Jack and Nac alone together. For a moment, they just stared at each other in silence, but Nac was quick to fill it with a torrent of questions and niceties.

“This is so gnarly, dude! Oh my god, hiii! I can actually say that now and it isn’t weird! Do you think it’s weird to talk to fish? Rel says it's stupid because they can’t understand what you’re saying, so it’s even more weird that you of all things would be able to talk back! Do you have a name? Do humans even have names? Do you guys know any other fish like us? Go on, talk!”

Nac’s smile returned to his face, somehow even larger than it’d been when Jack was trapped halfway inside of it. This couldn’t possibly be happening. It had to be some sort of decompression-induced fever dream. In just a moment, Jack would wake up to Lori squawking at him to get back on the boat.

Wait..

“LORI!” Nac’s ears twitched as Jack piped up again. “Where is Lori?!”

Nac’s slit eyes seemed to stare straight through Jack at the question.

“Aheheh, erm, uh, well, about that. The other human, they’re..” Nac looked around as though trying to catch her swimming away. “Theeeyyy’rrreee- oh! They’re right there! See? Rel has them!”

Nac turned Jack and pointed into the dark, where two yellow spots preceded the return of the second giant creature, Rel. In its hand was the comparatively small, black-and-silver form of Lori, lying completely still.

“O-oh my god. Oh my GOD! LORI! LORI!” Jack began squirming again, wanting nothing more than to make sure his friend was okay. But the shark held firm.

“Calm down, this human is fine.. Somehow. I felt its heart beating through this extra layer of skin you wear. Is it how you two managed to get down here?” Rel quizzed Jack, who had ceased struggling to lock eyes with the thing holding his friend.

“I-I, just..” Jack checked his oxygen gauge. Less out of necessity, and more out of habit for the sheer fact that not a bone in his body wanted him looking these monsters in the eyes. Forty-five minutes remaining, miraculously. He steeled himself, “Could you please, please bring us back up? I need to know if she’s okay.”

“Eh? Why would we need to go up?” Nac swam to Rel’s side, turning Jack along the way so that both monsters were in his view. “Are you trying to leave?”

“No! No, we just.. Our tanks only have enough time left for a few stops, and I don’t want Lori to get the bends. It might kill her if we don’t take our time.” As much as he wanted to get out of the water, Jack knew that it would only make matters worse if he wasn’t careful. Though he couldn’t see Lori’s actual condition, he chanced a guess that it wasn’t great if she’d passed out. Even if the monsters were just toying with him again, asking for their help was a risk he had to take. It didn’t seem like either of them wanted him gone anyway.

“Right.” Rel said promptly, though he looked at Jack like he’d just grown an extra head. “And, what exactly does that mean? Can’t you breathe here?” “..What?” Jack felt like he’d been slapped in the face. What kind of a question.. “N- Okay, you know what, wait. How about this. I’ll explain everything on the way up, and if you really want to, we can chat on the boat. I’ll also let you know when to stop and go, that way we can avoid barotrauma. Does that sound okay?”

…

“Yea, sure dude! Sounds good!” Nac, surprise surprise, put on a big stupid grin once again.

“I.. Suppose so. Just, don’t try to leave. Okay?” Though it seemed like Rel had composed himself, his eye twitched a smidge as he looked at Jack again.

Jack shrank back a little. “No problem!”

Jack wasn’t sure how long either of their composures would last in the long, cold journey back up to the surface, but he had to hope that it would be enough time for him to at least see Lori awake again. He himself had questions for the two sentient fish men he was somehow communicating with, and he had to admit that it was a bit exciting. Never once did he think that the stories he��d been told as a child were anywhere close to reality, and yet here he was, wrapped in the claws of a megalodon and conversing with a kraken, all while being in one piece. Of all the things to come of this trip beneath the waves, only one was certain.

It was going to be a long way up.

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(This last drawing is a reference to a Spongebob scene. Just seemed in-character for a guy like Nac)

#g/t #g/t community #size difference #giant #tiny #giant tiny #g/t art #g/t fiction #g/t fearplay #sfw g/t #implied vore #soft vore #g/t secret santa #mermen

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francesminos-tt · 9 months

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Toxic!Joffron with separation anxiety (a cc request)

Daeron was surprised to receive a letter from King’s Landing. The royal seal told him that the letter was from the Queen herself. Queen Rhaenyra demanded Daeron’s presence at court as soon as possible. She didn’t explain the reason behind the sudden summon, which only added to Daeron’s suspicion and worry. Had something happened in the capital? Was Joffrey all right?

Daeron had long given up trying to restrain himself from the thoughts of his husband. It was impossible not to think of Joffrey. Daeron had been in Old Town for over a month now, the first time he had been separated from Joffrey for so long. At first, Daeron was relieved. He could finally get rid of Joffrey’s open insult and erratic behavior. Joffrey was hard work. He was only tolerable when Daeron was fucking the shit out of him. It would definitely do them both good by separating for some time. Even Joffrey himself said so on the day Daeron was to depart for Old Town. Joffrey wasn’t there to see him off, but when Daeron looked down from Tesserion’s back, he caught a fleeting glimpse of dark curls near the castle gate.

Joffrey hadn’t written to him, and Daeron wasn’t surprised. Joffrey made it clear that he planned to enjoy his life in the capital while Daeron was gone and he wouldn’t have time to care about Daeron’s shit.

“Maybe you can have your own fun in Old Town, husband.” Joffrey told Daeron during postcoital talks, “I hear the ladies are quite agreeable there. Oh, and the Reach knights. Fuck, I’ve always wanted to meet a proper Reach knight. I am envious of you now.”

Joffrey had a particular interest in knights, loving to train and talk with them, exchanging some intimate gestures and heartfelt conversations. It was one of numerous court gossips that Prince Joffrey had taken to bed more than one of his close knight friends. Some even suggested that he asked his knight friend to join him and his husband in bed.

Bullshit. Daeron had never shared Joffrey with anyone. The mere thought made him sick. Joffrey was his husband, and Daeron was not one to share.

Perhaps that was why Daeron’s frustration grew stronger and stronger with every passing day he spent in Old Town. He couldn’t help but wonder, was Joffrey true to his words? Did Joffrey enjoy his life without Daeron? Did Joffrey sleep with another? Suffice to say that the Queen’s letter saved Daeron from this downward spiral of jealous thoughts. He mounted his dragon the very same day he received the letter and flew for King’s Landing.

“Brother! It’s nice to have you back.” Queen Rhaenyra personally welcomed Daeron back to court. She was accompanied by her husband Daemon, her son Jacaerys and Lucerys, and the princes’ respective spouses, Aegon and Aemond. Even Lady Baela and Rhaena were there. All of them looked relieved. But Daeron soon found that something was missing.

“Where is Joffrey?” He asked, looking around but finding no trace of his husband.

“About that,” Rhaenyra looked down, seemingly trying to come up with the right words.

“Did something happen to him?” Daeron’s worry grew like a tree in his stomach, “Where is my husband?”

“He’s fine. I promise.” The queen replied, “Nothing’s happened.”

“Then why did you summon me in such a hurry, sister?” Daeron forgot all his manners as the dread slowly took over his mind, “Tell me the truth. I want to see my husband.”

“Your husband is fine.” Daemon interrupted, a unreadable expression on his face, “Joffrey is in his room, or your room, technically. Go ahead. Go see him.”

Daeron needed not to be told twice. He rushed to their shared quarters, only to find the door wide open and Joffrey lying on the bed with full clothes and staring at the ceiling blankly.

“Joffrey?”

Joffrey jolted up, his clothes wrinkled and his face pale like the moon. He had blood shot eyes and bags under. His lips that Daeron secretly loved to kiss were chapped and dull. His dark curls were all tangled up like bird’s nest. He looked nothing like someone who was enjoying his life. At all.

“Fuck.” Joffrey muttered after seeing Daeron face, “I am so fucked. Now I begin hallucinating.”

What was he talking about? Daeron was not a hallucination.

“What happened to you, Joffrey? You look like you have been stomped by a horse.” Daeron said.

“Oh, god. He even sounds like the real thing.” Joffrey rubbed his face in frustration, “I wish I projected you real enough to have a cock. Can I fuck a hallucination?”

Daeron was having none of Joffrey’s nonsense. He acted from his own frustration and the desire to see Joffrey that had plagued him from the second he left King’s Landing.

He went to the bed and pinned the brunette down on the lavish sheets.

“You want to find out?” Daeron asked as he practically tore Joffrey’s clothes apart, “I will fuck you so hard that you will cry and beg for my mercy. But I won’t grant it to you. You have to pay for messing up with my heart this past month, husband.”

Joffrey swallowed, sparks of anticipation reignited in his eyes.

Joffrey’s screams could be heard all through the Red Keep, and continued well into the night. Prince Joffrey was not seen in court for a whole week after Prince Daeron’s return.

Neither of them admitted that they missed each other, but they never separated for more than a few days after this incident.

#house of the dragon #hotd #joffron #daeron x joffrey #joffrey velaryon #daeron the daring #curiouscat archive

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bizarredalek · 1 year

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Phone Call

Thirteenth Doctor x Reader

Word count: 10,683

Summary: Reader suffers a severe injury and in their final moments they call the Doctor for one final goodbye

Warnings: hurt/comfort, reader gets shot (twice), blood, nightmares

A/N: I’ve had this posted on my ao3 since August lmao I kept forgetting to put it here oop

Call me whenever you need or if you’re ready to come back to the Tardis.

The Doctors voice had been ringing in your head for a few days now. You had asked her to drop you off at home for a bit because you had some errands you needed to do for a few days or so, and she understood. She made sure you had the Tardis phone number – her number, for when you were all set to come back.

‘One more day should be enough,’ you thought.

You were walking back to your house; you had just spent the day with your family. Thankfully, the Doctor put you back in the correct time, so it’s only been a few days since you had last seen them, and not a year or so later – that would have been a disaster. You weren’t sure how long it had been since you started travelling with the Doctor, but you knew you were starting to miss your family, and it was nice seeing them again.

“Home sweet home,” you said to no one in particular as your house came into view, but the words felt empty and wrong on your tongue.

You felt that since being on the Tardis that special blue box had become more your home than the building in front of you. You sighed and trudged up to the front door. When you fished out your keys out of your pocket and put it in the lock, the twist of the key didn’t bring the familiar click of the door unlocking.

The door was already unlocked, and you were positive that you had locked it when you left earlier that day. The door slowly creaked open as you pushed your way inside, sending an uncomfortable chill down your spine. Your first thought was that there was an intruder in your place.

You really hoped you were wrong.

Sneaking your way through the hallways you made sure to grab the first thing you could think of as a weapon, cutting through the kitchen in case you did find someone in your house. Admittedly, it was a frying pan, not the most menacing of weapons, you thought, but if you did find that someone had broken in, you reckoned you could give one hell of a swing on them.

You didn’t have to look very far when you started to hear drawers and things being opened in the living room. You cursed under your breath, it was already too late to turn back now, you were sure if you tried to back out of the house whatever it was that was rummaging around your space would hear you. The thought of calling the Doctor for help briefly crossed your mind, but you shook that thought away. This was probably nothing.

Please be an animal, please be an animal.

You peeked the corner to see it was not in fact an animal, but a kid, maybe a teenager, that was searching around your belongings. In his left hand he held a gun. Your heart stopped in dread thinking that if he caught you he probably wouldn’t hesitate to shoot you, whether it was purposeful or accidental.

‘What to do. What to do,’ you thought.

You considered rushing up behind him and knocking him out, but how could you wack a kid on the head before trying to sneak back out the front door to call for the police. Either option would probably end with you dead in your house. You unconsciously took a step back away from the living room, accidentally knocking your foot into the cabinet. The blood in your face drained, all colour gone. Your heart beat loud in your ears, louder than the rushed footsteps coming at you.

The kid robber rounded the corner and drew his gun on you. You froze. You could see the weapon in his hand tremble, and you guessed that he must’ve been to breaking and entering peoples’ homes. You could probably talk yourself out of harm. You very slowly placed the pan in your hand on the ground by your feet and stood straight with your hands in front of you.

“Listen,” you started to say. “I don’t have a lot of valuables, but you can have whatever you found, alright?”

His arm started to falter and drop, and you let out a huge sigh of relief, but a sudden loud noise from outside startled the both of you. The boy gasped in fright, his finger squeezing the trigger. The loud bang made you jump.

At first you had thought that he missed, and you almost relaxed thinking that you were going to be okay.

Almost

Something wet began to soak through your shirt, and you looked down in horror as your clothing dyed itself red. Your legs trembled under your weight, and you collapsed on the floor.

The action startled the kid again, his attention having been on the direction of the noise. His grasped flinched, your body jerking as another bullet pierced your frame. It was higher this time; the first one hit your stomach and the second just under where your heart was. Both bullets did not go through all the way or cleanly.

You were confused that you weren’t in any pain; was your adrenaline so high that it just blocked it out?

You laid on the floor in shock. You were just shot, you were shot by a kid, and he just panicked and ran to the door. You wanted to stop him, to get him to come back and call for help, but your voice refused to work. You could only let out short breaths, your lungs aching as you did so.

Your shirt was a deep red colour now, nearly covering the whole material, soaked in your blood. Your injuries felt like how you could only describe as a burning fire, and that fire was slowly trying to consume you. Your hands shook violently as you tried to put pressure on the wound, a cry of pain slipping past your lips.

What were you going to do?

Call me whenever you need.

A surge of determination overtook the fire and you forced yourself to get off the floor. You stood on shaking legs and stumbled your way to where your home phone was in the kitchen – a quick pat of your pockets told you your cellphone was missing from you person, either it fell out or it was stolen. Regardless, you didn’t care very much in this moment.

You grabbed a dishcloth to press against the wound against your chest, which was bleeding faster than the other. Pressing with as much pressure as you could muster, you dialed a familiar number that had been on your mind all day. You hoped that the person on the other side would pick up.

“Hello, the Tardis speaking!” the Doctors voice was easily recognizable through the speaker.

You smiled at the sound of her voice. It almost seemed to ease the agonizing pain in your body. You slid down the wall to sit on the floor, the phone still pressed firmly against your ear.

“H-hey, Doctor,” you replied, clearing your throat to hide the tremble wanting to come out.

The Doctor excitedly said your name and you smiled even though she couldn’t see it. “Hey! I wasn’t expecting your call for at least another day. Change in plans?”

You winced, muffling your cry of pain as you pressed harder on you wound. “Ah, not really. I just wanted to catch up with you, ask how your day has been. I just missed you, you know? Haven’t seen you in a while, h-how you been?”

If the Doctor had any idea you were hiding something from her, or that something was wrong, she didn’t show it when she talked. “Oh, you, know, I’m alright. Been here and there and, well, everywhere. Saved the universe, the usual.”

You laughed, a little breathlessly, into the phone. “You always have the craziest adventures don’t you, Doctor?”

She also laughed, a beautiful sound, you wished she’d do it more. “Yeah, well, they’re no fun without you. When are you planning on coming back to the Tardis? I’ve got something fun planned. Imagine; sparkling blue waterfalls that fall from clouds and beaches of the softest sands.”

“Sounds wonderful,” you said almost sadly, a beautiful place that you will never get to see. You looked down to see the blood-soaked cloth and took note that the blood was not slowing down or stopping, the once white material was a deep dark red and poured down your side to form a puddle underneath you. Damnit this is bad. You were getting lightheaded and dizzy. You were glad that you were already sitting down, you didn’t want the Doctor to hear you stumble and fall. Pulling your shirt up to really look at your wound you saw the red angry skin that greeted you. “I was thinking soon. I’ve done all that I needed to do, figured I could use a day to relax, you know?”

“Absolutely!” You wished you could have seen the way her eyes lit up. “Just give me a shout, yeah?”

“Y-yeah,” you nodded, pulling your shirt back down. It was stupid not to tell the Doctor that you were hurt, dying even, you knew you were, but you didn’t want her to worry about you. You couldn’t do that to her, even though you thought it just as cruel, if not more, that she would most likely find you after you had already passed.

“So, tell me about your latest universe save,” you asked, trying to take your mind off the numbness in your fingers.

And so, the Doctor began her tale, and you clung to every word that she spoke. “Well, it was thousands of years in the future, right, and I went to go visit a planet that I used to go to all the time. Anyway, the place was beautiful, waters as clear as air you can almost see all the way to the bottom, so clear you almost couldn’t even see it, and the air was so fresh, and it smelled like vanilla if you could believe it!”

“Wow,” you whispered. Another place you’ll never get to see.

As you continued to listen to the Doctors story your mind couldn’t help but wander. You started to think about all the amazing adventures you had with the Doctor, how great your life had become after you met her, all those worlds you’ve seen, the lives you saved, seeing the people you’ve learned about in books and school. All the running you did, and, oh man, did you two go far.

Then, you thought about her. You thought about her smile as it lit up the darkest room, her eyes that held the universe in them, and her hearts that held so much kindness.

Tears slowly slipped down your cheeks. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, you couldn’t get any air into your lungs, and you hoped you weren’t wheezing into the Doctors ear, hoping that you didn’t interrupt her story.

The numbness grew from your finger, you could barely feel the phone in your hand, and it travelled up your arms and down your legs. Your arm had begun to shake and tremble, making it difficult to keep the phone up, but you held on, you held on for her.

You knew you were never going to see her again, and you accepted that, but as much as you wanted to tell her what happened to you, how you needed her, you knew it was too late for her to help you now. It was up to the Doctor if she decided if she wanted to time travel to save you before you got shot, but you wouldn’t hold any hate towards her if she decided not to, and you were happy that she was there to pick up the phone.

Your body jerked when the Doctor suddenly called your name in your ear. “You still there? Haven’t gone to sleep on me have you?”

You were confused at what had happened. You didn’t remember closing your eyes. “Y-yeah, I’m here. Sorry, I think I dozed off for a second.”

“Hope my story wasn’t boring you.”

“No!” you told her. “No, as if anything you say could be boring.”

You could feel your heartbeat pick up faster trying to work overtime with the blood it had left over in your body to work with, to keep you alive. This is bad. Please, please hold on a little longer, not yet.

The Doctor hummed through the speaker. “It is getting quite late for you. You should go to bed, and I’ll see you later, yeah?”

No please don’t go.

You looked up at the window and saw that the sky was in fact getting darker, and you wondered how long it’s been since you got home.

“Not yet,” you told her, hiding the hitch in your voice as you shifted. “I want to hear more of your stories.”

“Well, there’s plenty of times for stories when you get back to the Tardis,” she told you.

A single tear slipped down your cheek. “Where’s one place you always wanted to go, Doctor?”

A moment of silence. “I don’t know, when there are so many places to visit it’s hard to pick just one. What about you? Where’s one place you want to go?”

You laughed; eyes transfixed on the red puddle that slowly covered white tile floors. “The place of cloud waterfalls and soft beaches.”

Whatever the Doctor said next fell on deaf ears as you zoned out, and it was getting difficult to keep your eyes open.

“You should go to bed,” was the next thing you heard.

You nodded, even though she couldn’t see you. “Y-yeah, I-I’ll see you later. Goodbye, Doctor.”

With a goodnight and goodbye of her own you kept the phone to your ear until you heard the familiar click of the call ending. You let your arm drop, the back of your hand landing on the red stained floor underneath you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled tiredly, your body slumping against the counter beside you. “I’m sorry…Doctor.”

Death’s door had opened for you and his skeletal hand reached out to beckon you into his peaceful embrace, an embrace that promised that you wouldn’t feel this pain anymore. You weren’t going to fight it anymore, you held on long enough to say goodbye to the Doctor, your life was filled with adventure after meeting her and you wouldn’t have asked for anything else. You wouldn’t stop the smile that lifted your face, and this time you let your eyes fully close.

The Doctor on the other hand stared at her phone in puzzlement. Her hearts were telling her something was off. Everything screamed at her to go check up on you, even the Tardis whirred her own concern urging her pilot to go. The Doctor, at first, thought she was overreacting, of course everything was fine, you are fine. She didn’t want to be bothersome when it most likely nothing but…then again there was something about your call that didn’t sit well with her.

Something is wrong, something is wrong, something is wrong!

“I know!” the Doctor gave in, already rushing around the console room.

The Tardis had already set a course for your house, and she did not waste any time, not when your life may be on the line. As soon as she landed the Doctor ran out of the Time Machine, the Tardis just barely having enough time to open the doors for her.

The Doctor ran into your house, your front door was wide open which made her hearts drop into her stomach in fear. You never left your door open. Her boots thundered across the hardwood floor of your home as she shouted your name, trying to get you to reply to her. She hoped she was just overreacting and that you’ll come downstairs to greet her asking her what she was doing here, but you didn’t, the house remained still and silent while the Doctors voice echoed through empty halls.

Her voice died in her throat, her feet stopping dead in their tracks. She reached the kitchen, and there she found you. She felt tears in her eyes as she looked at your still body. You were lying limp against the counter beside you, your face was drained of all colour. Seemingly lifeless. Your arm laid across your stomach holding a cloth against you, your other hand holding the phone you used to call her. Your fingers were stained red.

Her hearts ached painfully in her chest when she looked at the large deep red puddle of blood that pooled under your body, and her eyes followed the red trail from the kitchen to the living room where the red had started.

“No, no, no,” the Doctor rushed to your side and pulled you into her arms.

She cradled your head against her and wrapped her arm around your shoulders to support you. She whispered your name a few times, her voice cracking but trying to be strong.

She tapped your leg to get a reaction from you, a noise, a twitch, something, but you didn’t even flinch. The Doctor urgently placed her fingers on your neck and held her breath, hoping for a pulse.

“Please,” she begged. “Please.”

A faint ba-bump under her hand made the Doctor release the breath she had been holding. It was weak and barely there, but she could feel your shallow breathing against her neck, and that was enough for the Doctor to know you were alive.

She scooped the rest of you into her arms, standing slowly and carefully, so she didn’t hurt you more. Your blood stained her clothes while she carried you to the Tardis, but she didn’t care, the only thing that mattered to the Doctor was saving your life. You were the only thing that was on her mind, and she refused to let you go. She ignored the Tardis’s whirrs of concern and worry as she assessed your condition.

The Doctor took you straight to the infirmary room and put you down on the medical bed. She whispered strings of apologies when you whimpered, the movement jostling you. It was the first sound you made since she found you, but you still remained unconscious.

The Doctor made quick work to tear your shirt off of you so she could see your injuries. It wasn’t hard for her to find the bullets wounds in your chest and stomach, both were still bleeding pretty badly, and her hearts ached again.

Why didn’t you tell her? She could have helped you! She banished the thought. She couldn’t be angry. She wouldn’t.

The bullet wounds didn’t have an exit point, and a quick scan confirmed the Doctor’s theory that the bullets were still inside you. She knew that if she was to save you, she’d have to do surgery. She had to stop you from going somewhere she couldn’t follow.

The Doctor left your side to gather her necessary tools and anesthetic. It would keep you sleeping, and hopefully you wouldn’t feel any more pain. You groaned, catching the Doctors attention. She had stepped away too soon, your eyes blinking open.

She was by your side in the blink of your eyes. The Doctor took note of how unfocused they were, your pupils barely dilating when she shined the light of her sonic over them. You had lost a lot of blood.

She placed her hand on your pale cheek, whispering your name. “Can you hear me?”

You blinked again, and the Doctor watched your face scrunch up as you tried to speak. Under different circumstances, she would’ve found the expression cute. “D-Doctor?”

“Hey,” she smiled, moving her hand up to brush your hair back. “How are you feeling?”

“You’re not here,” you said instead.

The Doctor was taken aback. How could you think that she wasn’t there with you? “What do you mean? I’m right here.”

You shook your head, the motion used up a lot of your remaining energy. “No, the Doctor is still in the Tardis far… far away.”

The Doctor knew you wouldn’t believe her no matter how often she told you that she was real. You were so delirious from blood loss it would be hard to convince you. Instead, she brought all her tools to your side and quickly got the anesthesia ready for you.

“What would you tell her if she was here?” the Doctor asked you.

You groaned in pain. “That ‘m sorry. Didn’t … didn’t want ‘er to worry a-about me.” You took in a shaky breath. “I-It hurts.” “I know,” the Doctor shushed you, running her hand through your hair. “I’m going to help you, okay?” The Doctor placed the mask over your mouth and nose. “Take as many deep breathes as you can manage.”

“Just let me go,” you whispered, voice muffled from the mask.

“Absolutely not,” the Doctor said. “Just take a breath and the next time you wake you’ll be better.”

You did as she told, taking in as much air as your lungs would allow. You noticed how you weren’t feeling as much pain as before. The fire that burned your skin was extinguishing, you could barely keep your eyes open.

“I’m scared,” you mumbled, your eyes blinking tiredly at the blonde angel above you.

The Doctor inhaled sharply. Her thumb gently brushing away a tear that you probably weren’t even aware was falling down your cheek.

“It’ll be okay,” she told you, watching as you finally succumbed to a deep long sleep. Hopefully, it was a sleep where you weren’t hurting, where you could forget about your injuries. If only for a moment.

The Doctor kept the mask over your face to keep you under until she was done the operation. She hovered her sonic over your body, finding the exact place where the bullets were. The one in your stomach didn’t appear to have caused any severe internal damages, but the other… the other was buried deep into your chest. It had nicked your heart and would move and damage more of you with every breath you took. She took note of your ever slowing heartbeat. The Doctor moved to grab her tools and she took a deep breath.

“You’ll be okay.”

And she started working.

~~~

Hours went by until the Doctor finally allowed herself to rest when. Your vitals had finally stabilized. You were still unconscious on the bed, looking almost peaceful. If it wasn’t for your cold pale skin and bandage wrapped torso, one would think you were merely sleeping.

There were a few close calls where your heart had stopped, but she was able to bring you back every time. The Doctor watched your chest subtly move up and down with your breaths; her only reassurance that you were still alive, save for the rhythmic beeping that mimicked your heartbeat. Her own hearts clenched and skipped a beat of their own as she took in your old bloody clothes and the two bullets she had removed during surgery.

The Doctor sighed, cleaning the mess before leaving to quickly change her clothes. The blood, your blood, had already dried on her. It made her sick. She hadn’t been there to protect you.

Unable to handle the sight of stained red and brown on light blue, she threw off her coat, making short work of changing into cleaner clothes before she made her way back to your side. She had to be there for you now.

‘You were fine. You are fine.’

The Doctor brought a chair to your bedside and sat down. You weren’t out of the woods yet. The Doctor needed to know you were okay, that she was aware of your condition, make sure it didn’t drastically drop.

She carefully took your limp hand in hers and started to run her thumb over the back of your hand. Whether it was supposed to be a comfort for you or her, she wasn’t sure. “Please be okay,” she whispered.

You didn’t respond, of course you didn’t respond. How could you, you were lost in your body, and it was unknown when you would wake again.

The Doctor sighed and rested her head next to your arm, absentmindedly drawing patterns on the back of your hand. Perhaps she’d allow herself a few moments to rest her eyes. It didn’t take long for the faint beeping behind her to lull her into sleep.

The bed trembled, forcing the Doctors eyes open. She shook herself of her sleep haze and rushed to stand, checking what was wrong. Your body was shaking, jerking in violent motions. Your face was twisted in pain, marred by the blood coming out of the side of your mouth.

Your vitals were high, up to levels the Doctor thought not possible for a human. She tried to do a quick scan of you, but her sonic wasn’t working. She hit it against her palm, but only got a small spark of life before it died again. In a huff, she threw it to the side and tore the bandages off of you.

She froze.

The skin around your wounds were a deep purple and black in colour, it almost seemed to come out of the bullet wounds themselves. The Doctor had never seen anything like this before, it shouldn’t be happening, there should be no reason this was happening to you.

She ran around the infirmary looking for something, anything, to help you, to stop this from spreading further. A long, dull electronic note made her pause. She looked over at you, your body motionless in the bed.

The machine monitoring your heart had flat-lined.

“No, no, no!” the Doctor cried. “Come on!”

She ran over, trying CPR to get your heart beating again, to get you breathing. Why was this happening, this shouldn’t be happening! All this fancy tech and advanced medicines and she was losing you. She couldn’t lose you! What would she do without you? She had so many things she wanted to show you. Stupid, stupid Doctor! She should’ve been there with you; she could’ve stopped this! Her and her useless big brain and she couldn’t save you-

The Doctor jolted upright, and she tumbled out of her chair. Her eyes were cloudy and unfocused. Her hearts drummed loudly in her ears, almost drowning out the electronic beeping of the heartbeat monitor. The Doctors face scrunched up in confusion, why could she hear a heartbeat monitor?

The fog cleared in her mind - your heartbeat monitor! She stood on shaky legs, still half asleep, and looked at the machine. Its steady, monotonous rhythmic beeping calming her. She took a deep breath to slow her hammering hearts.

Her eyes moved from the machine to your still form, just able to see your chest slowly rising and falling with your breathing. The Doctor couldn’t help but reach out to place her hand right over your heart, feeling the weak thumping under her palm. It was small, but it was there, and it was getting better.

“Just a dream,” she said.

The Doctor ran a hand over her face, wiping away the lingering sleep and nightmare, and sighed. The nightmare left her shaken, her hand never leaving its place over your heart, helping calm hers down. She jumped when the Tardis hummed down at her.

“It’s okay,” she assured the Time Machine. “I need to find out what happened.”

With a final check on you she went to the console room. The Doctor pulled down levers and set the date for the same day, but hours before she got the call from you. The Tardis wheezed and trembled when she landed, but before the Doctor could run out the front doors again the monitor lit up.

“What?” the Doctor asked and going back to read it.

The words “Fixed Point” stared back at her and the Doctor felt like she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t stop you from being hurt. Couldn’t stop the pain you were feeling right now.

The Doctor was furious, not at you, never at you. No, she was furious at whoever it was that shot you, so furious she turned away from the monitor and marched out of the Tardis.

She was parked on the other side of the street, tucked away out of sight, but your house was the only thing the Doctor could see. She watched past you stand on your front step and lock the door, before leaving to go visit your family. It was hard for the Doctor to watch you walk down the street, completely unaware of what was waiting for you when you came back.

It was hard too for the Doctor to not go warn you, to tell you not to go home, to do anything to keep you from your fate. But she couldn’t, she couldn’t do anything, and it was the worst pain she had ever felt.

She didn’t know how long it was that she waited there waiting for something to happen, and it wasn’t until that the sun had begun to set that she noticed a boy, he looked to be in his teens, trying to make his way up the steps of your house and fiddle with the lock.

Rage began to build inside the Doctor when she realized that this is who shot you, and she very nearly went to confront him - but she was stopped in place.

Fixed point, fixed point, fixed point.

Her jaw clenched and her feet stayed glued to the concrete below watching the kid sneak into your home. It was maybe an hour or so before she saw you walking back. You seemed less energetic than when she saw you leave, your feet dragging behind you.

You glanced at your house with a look of unfamiliarity in your eye, like you didn’t want to go back in. She watched you walk up the steps, and oh so badly wanted to run over and stop you from going in. When you disappeared inside the house the Doctor waited … And waited … And waited, until-

Bang!

The Doctor trembled in anger. She hated this, but she had to know. Her feet were glued to the ground despite her attempts to lean forward to run in and stop this.

Bang!

The second one. The worst one. All time seemed to have stopped after that second shot. She watched as the shooter ran out of your house in a panic, leaving your front door open, and you inside. The Doctor couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t handle knowing that currently in the past you were laying in your house bleeding and dying and alone.

She forced herself to turn around and go back into the Tardis, where present you was injured and unconscious, but alive. When the Tardis doors shut behind her the Doctor collapsed on the floor, her mind replaying the scene over and over again. It felt like her hearts broke and died with both shots that nearly took you from her.

~~~ You groaned as your consciousness came back to you. You felt numb, and every movement ached and protested. You tried shifting around to ease the tension in your body, but a pained gasp left you, your back arching in an attempt to get away from the fire that threatened to burn through you.

You didn’t hear the door sliding open, or the heavy footfalls that followed, your ears feeling as if someone had them covered.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed the burning to stop. You scratched at the burning, at the material on you. Get it off, get it off, get it off.

Your hands met something wet, but you didn’t stop. It hurt so much. A call of your name, or what you think was your name, barely broke through the muffled space.

Suddenly, hands grabbed your wrists, moving you away from where you were scratching. You thrashed in their hold, but they remained strong and unmoving. You sobbed as the burn turned into a roaring fire. The hands wrapped around your wrist never loosened, pinning yours to your sides. You squirmed, thrashed, bucked to be released.

“Hey, hey, hey!” a shadow loomed over you, completely blocking the harsh light above you. Blonde hair lightly brushed over your cheek. “Shh, shh, easy!”

Tears streamed down your face, the fire burning worse and worse. “Make it stop!”

“I know,” the shadow said. “I know it hurts, but you’re healing.”

The Doctor moved both your wrists to one of her hands so she could wipe your tears away and check the bandage. You had done some damage to the wrapping, and it had started to stain red.

The Doctor had to remind herself to keep calm. If she wasn’t then you could hurt yourself trying to get away. The Doctor had hoped that you would stay sleeping while the nanobots did their thing healing you.

Normally, the process wouldn’t really hurt, but it could cause some forms of irritation. In your case, since you were literally being stitched together from the inside out, it caused that severe burning.

“Just calm down,” she soothed. “Listen to my voice. You’re okay. I know it hurts right now but I promise that it will pass.”

You whimpered in response, still trying to tug your arms free, but you were too weak to make any real effort.

“I can get you something for the pain, but you can’t claw at it anymore, okay?” She asked.

You gazed up at the shadow again, it felt familiar to you, so you nodded, feeling like you could trust it. The Doctor released your hands, watching you to make sure that you didn’t try to tear at it again, and reached into the drawer nearby to pull out an injector. She showed it to you.

“Do you trust me?” she asked.

You nodded almost immediately. Of course, you trusted the Doctor, even if you didn’t know that the shadow person in front of you was the Doctor. “Yes.”

The Doctor nodded and placed the injector to the side of your neck and squeezed. It was something close to nanogenes, but instead of healing you instantly like she wanted, they worked to stitch you up from the inside out, especially so close to your heart to make sure you didn’t unexpectedly go into cardiac arrest.

Your head twitched at the pinch you felt, but when you tried to ask you what it was you, your tiredness took hold. You whined; you didn’t want to sleep again.

“I know,” the Doctor started to say. “You’ll feel better soon.”

With your bandages redone and you softly resting, the Doctors attention drifted down to your hands. Your fingers were red, your blood slowly matting and dry, into your palms. It was no doubt uncomfortable on your skin, and the sight pulled at the Doctors hearts in the most uncomfortable way.

The Doctor grabbed a wet washcloth and carefully cleaned your hands. Her mind drifted away as she did her task. She couldn’t stop the sob that left her, and the cloth dropped to the floor. She brought her head down so she could press your hand to her cheek.

“I’m sorry,” she cried. “I’m so sorry.”

It was hours until you woke up again, groggy and disoriented. You couldn’t recall where you were and what happened. You felt stiff and groaned when a muscle in your leg pulled when you tried to stretch.

A warmth in your hand drew your attention. Familiar blonde hair and a light blue coat sat in a chair beside you, her hand, occasionally twitching, in yours

“D-Doctor?”

The Doctors head jerked up and met your hazy eyes. You could still feel the effects of the pain medication.

“Hey,” she whispered and gave your hand a squeeze. Her hearts skipped a beat when you gave a weak squeeze in return. “How are you feeling?”

You hummed and your head rolled to the side so you could look at the Doctor. “Am I dead?”

The Doctor shook her head, her eyes holding her uncontained sadness. “Of course not. You’re here on the Tardis with me.”

You frowned at that, trying to pull your thoughts together, but couldn’t think through the fog clouding your mind. Instead, you tried to sit up, but the Doctors hands grabbed your shoulders to gently push you back down on the bed.

“No, no,” she told you. “Don’t try to get up yet, you haven’t healed completely.”

“How am I … here?” you asked.

The Doctor sighed. “How much do you remember? Do you remember calling me?”

You tried to think. You remembered coming home and that someone was in your house and … oh.

A loud bang echoed through your memories and you jumped, suddenly sitting up and backing away from the Doctors hands, nearly falling off the bed. Your hand went to your chest where the second bullet had hit you. You could feel the slight indent under the bandage, and your breath left you.

“I-I-I,” you gasped, struggling to breathe.

“Shh, shh,” the Doctor soothed. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” She gently grabbed your hand and pulled it away from your chest, worried that you might start hurting yourself again, and laced your fingers together.

“T-There was a … g-gun,” you tried to get out.

The Doctor nodded. “You were shot, and you called me after.”

“T-The blood wouldn’t s-stop.”

A squeeze from the Doctors hand. “I knew something wasn’t right and I went to see you. When I found you, you were…” she trailed off, a sad pained look in her eyes. “I brought you back to the Tardis.”

“I didn’t … I’m … I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Doctor, I didn’t…”

You couldn’t get it out. You couldn’t tell her how sorry you were that you were dying and that you wouldn’t tell her, how sorry you were that she had to find you as you were. She probably hates you now, hates that she had to waste her time bringing you back.

The Doctor didn’t say anything, just tugged gently on your hand until you had no choice but to shift closer to her and lean against her side. Your wounds protested with the movement, and you inhaled sharply. You hated this, this feeling of helplessness.

The Doctor carefully wrapped her arm around your shoulder to better support you, her other hand still held yours. You could feel her double heartbeats under you.

“I’m not mad,” she told you.

You looked up from you intertwined hands in shock. Her words confused you. How she knew what you were thinking, and how could she not be mad at you? “H-how?”

“You’re very easy to read,” she told you, running her thumb over your wrist. She could feel your still weak beating heart. “You mean so much to me, I was so scared when I found you.”

You couldn’t stop the tears at her words, you didn’t know which situation would be worse; the Doctor being mad, or the Doctor forgiving you so fast.

“I’m sorry,” you cried into her shoulder.

The Doctor shushed you, whispering gentle nothings in your ear until you calmed. You stayed in the Doctors embrace until your tears dried and both of you were just leaning into each other, taking in each other’s presence. You were still in pain, and the Doctor gave you another injection when she noticed.

“Are you getting tired?” the Doctor asked you.

She noticed that you were starting to nod off against her shoulder after a few hours. She couldn’t help the small smile on her face, her hearts giving a strong thump the longer she looked at you. You were alive!

“Just a little,” you admitted, sighing and relaxing fully into the Doctors body. “I think the pain meds are kicking in again.” “You should get some more sleep,” she told you, and untangled herself to help you lay back down. “Here. Slow, slow.”

You grunted, your wound flaring, and sighed when you head met the soft pillow under you. The Doctor pulled the blanket up over you and told you that she was just going to do some Tardis maintenance and if you needed her to give her a shout. She was just about to leave when you thought of a memory.

Call me whenever you need.

You grabbed the sleeve of her coat. The Doctor paused, turning to see your frightened eyes.

“Stay,” you said before she could ask what was wrong. “Please, stay.”

The Doctor nodded, moving to go sit back in the chair that she had been occupying during your recovery, but another tug of her sleeve stopped her.

“No,” you said again. You moved to the side of the bed, giving another tug. “Here. Please.” The Doctor’s hearts picked up. You wanted her to lay in the same bed as you. “I don’t want-”

“You won’t,” you cut her off.

The Doctor allowed herself to be pulled back towards the bed. She shrugged off her coat, tossing it onto the chair before sliding into the bed. When the Doctor settled under the blanket with you, you shifted and squirmed so you could lay on your side, facing the Doctor without kicking her or hurting yourself more.

“You should lay on your back,” the Doctor started to say. “It would be more comfortable for you.”

“Ever the Doctor,” you mumbled, shaking your head. “I’m okay, I just want to lay like this for a bit.”

The Doctor didn’t say anything after that, and she turned herself over so the both of you were facing each other. It wasn’t until this moment that you saw how tired the Doctor looked. There were dark circles under her eyes, the whites tinted pink. Either from sleep deprivation, crying, or both, you weren’t sure.

You reached your hand out and ran a finger down her cheek. The Doctor closed her eyes under your touch and sighed, and she seemed to fully relax and sag into the pillow.

She took your hand and held it tight - as if afraid that if she let go you would disappear, and brought your clasped hands close. She placed a kiss on the palm of your hand before settling into a restful sleep.

Your face warmed at her actions, the skin on your hand tingled from her kiss. You tried to ignore it and closed your eyes to sleep, held the Doctors just a little bit tighter.

When you woke up the next morning you were surprised to see that the Doctor was still sleeping in your bed. You had honestly expected her to be already up and doing whatever it is that she does, so you guessed that she probably hadn’t been sleeping while you were unconscious. It was a rare sight to see the Doctor sleeping anyway. She was always claiming that Time Lords didn’t need as much sleep as humans, and you wanted to take this in while you still could.

The Doctors eyes opened not long after you woke, and you were mesmerized by the colour. You never really took too much notice of them - you knew what colour they were, but now being as close as you were, you were finally able to see the colours hidden underneath.

They weren’t just hazel. You could really see the mix of green and brown, and, surprisingly, little gold flakes that seemed to dance across her eyes. They almost reminded you of space and stars. You looked away before you would get lost in those colours, your face growing warm.

“Morning,” she said to you. “How are you feeling?”

You lifted your hand to where you knew the entry wound was, only to find it nearly smooth. “Better,” you told her. “It’s still sore, but good.”

“Good.” The Doctor got up from the bed and threw her coat back on. “I don’t want you doing anything to strain yourself. So, no adventures until you are 100%, alright?”

You mock saluted. “Yes ma’am.”

The Doctor took one of your hands, placing the other against the middle of your back, and helped you sit up. “Still okay?” You nodded, taking a sharp inhale when you felt a pinch of pain. When your feet touched the ground you sighed in relief, glad to no longer be laying down, but your joints ached and protested from disuse.

“You want to try standing and walking?”

“Yes please,” you said.

“Okay, just take it slow,” the Doctor told you.

Still with the Doctors help you slowly got to your feet. A sudden wave of dizziness hit you and your eyes blurred over, your knees giving out. Luckily, the Doctor was quick to catch you. Her arms wrapped around you, and she held you close.

“Hey, hey! Are you okay?”

You groaned and pressed your head into her arm to try to stop the pounding headache behind your eyes. “Yes, sorry. Just got dizzy for a minute.”

“You lost quite a bit of blood when … you know, so you’ll most likely have some dizzy spells for a bit. Do you want to try again?”

You blinked rapidly to get rid of the blur and nodded. “Yeah.”

You were suddenly very aware of how close the Doctor was to you - how warm she was. You cleared your throat awkwardly and stood up, with the Doctors help, and only wavered once before getting your footing.

“Good!” the Doctor praised, and you blushed.

“Can you help me to my room?” you asked. “I’d like to change,” you gestured to the hospital gown you had been wearing probably since the Doctor brought you to the infirmary.

“Oh, yes, of course!”

With slow careful steps, and the Tardis’s help of bringing your room closer, you and the Doctor reached your destination. “I’ll just wait out here for you.”

You nodded and shuffled your way inside. Your room was exactly how you left it, and you felt much better in this room than you did in your own house. There was a certain warmth to it that you couldn’t explain.

It would probably be better to wear something lose and easy to slip on, you thought, so you found a large hoodie and sweatpants to wear. You couldn’t help but look in the mirror at the damage. The bandaging was wrapped tightly around you, dried blood spots painted on.

Your face was pale and cold to the touch. You quite honestly looked like death, on the verge of life. You sighed and turned away from the mirror, unable to look at your reflection any longer, and shuffled back over to where the Doctor was. You wondered if she thought the same, that you nearly looked like a walking corpse, and your shoulders sagged at the thought.

“All good?” she asked when you came out. You nodded. “I bet you’re hungry,” she continued. “Let’s get you something.”

The rest of the day went by uneventfully. You were starting to feel stronger, and didn’t have many more dizzy spells. You could even walk without dragging your feet. Sometimes though, if you breathed too hard you would double over into a coughing fit, sharp pain attacking you.

The Doctor remained by your side the entire time, always there to catch you, to help you get your strength back. When you grew tired the Doctor allowed you go to sleep in your own bed, which you nearly cheered in joy for. You longed for your own comfortable mattress and not the thin stiff bed in the infirmary. Your back would thank you.

It almost felt weird though; sleeping in your own bed after however long it was that you stayed in the infirmary. When the Doctor walked you back to your room, she removed your bandage to see your progress, and you were surprised to see it completely healed. Only a faint scar remained, even though it had been just a few days since the incident.

“The scar will disappear soon,” the Doctor told you. “Then it’ll be like it never happened.”

“But it did,” you said.

The Doctors eyes turned sad, and she placed her hand on the side of your head, her thumb running over your temple. “The mind heals at a different pace. Try to fix it too fast and it crumples, but we’ll get through it, yeah?”

After that you and the Doctor hung around the Tardis for the day, she didn’t want to take you somewhere potentially dangerous and have something happen to you again, so you spent the day reading in the library or going to the surprise garden filled with many different kinds of flowers, both human and alien alike. They were beautiful and you made a note to come back to this spot, you found that there was something soothing about the garden.

When you noticed the “sun” starting to dim you made the walk to your room, saying goodnight to the Doctor with a yawn as you passed. Now, here you were. You laid on your back, staring up at the dark ceiling, and were wide awake. Your chest began to ache, your mind wandering to the incident. You rubbed your hand where the bullet once was.

Phantom pain you think it was called.

You scowled and threw the blanket over to try to go to sleep, you didn’t want to think about it anymore

That didn’t stop you dreaming it, however.

You were back in your house. The shooter held you at gunpoint, but it was different. He was more aggressive than you remembered, or maybe it was always like this.

“Please don’t,” you begged.

He didn’t say anything, just pulled the trigger. That familiar burn coursed in your chest. You fell to your knees gasping. Looking down, you watched your blood dye your shirt that terrible red colour. The shooter was now standing above you, his gun aimed right at your head. He never spoke before, that much you remembered, but when he opened his mouth to speak, icy cold fear ran through your veins.

“No one to save you now.”

He pulled the trigger.

You awoke with a scream, only seeing that terrible nightmare. Your chest tightened painfully, and you gasped for breath. Your door opened, but you didn’t notice it, barely feeling as the mattress dipped beside you.

“Hey, hey,” hands cupped your face. “You’re okay. It’s okay.”

You struggled to get your breath back, instead trying to focus on something, anything, to make you forget your dream. Looking up through your tears, you saw the blurry shape of the Doctor, her thumbs wiping at your cheeks.

“You’re okay,” she said, her voice soft. “Just breathe, ready? In,” you tried your best to inhale along with the Doctor, but only managed broken sobs. “And out.”

It took a few times, and you weren’t sure how long it had been or what time it was. By the end you were finally able to calm down enough to breathe with the Doctor, only hiccupping every once in a while.

“Sorry,” you apologized, your voice weak as you pulled away from the Doctors hands. You already missed the contact. “Sorry if I woke you.”

The Doctor’s hands slowly dropped into her lap. “It’s okay, I wasn’t sleeping anyway.”

She wouldn’t admit why she wasn’t sleeping, wouldn’t tell you that she couldn’t after her own nightmare the day before.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You looked up at her eyes, yours flickering between them. Your breath threatened to leave you again.

“How do I know…” you trailed off, now sounding unsure.

The Doctor tilted her head. “How do you know what? I can’t answer if I don’t know.”

You were quiet for a moment, then asked in a quiet voice. “How do I know that I’m not really dead?”

She didn’t reply after that. Maybe she didn’t know the answer, maybe you did die, and this was your afterlife. It wasn’t a bad one, you had to admit, to be stuck on the Tardis with the Doctor. You jumped when the Doctors hands cupped your face again, but this time she leaned in, and you sighed when the Doctors lips pressed lightly against yours.

“How did that prove anything?” you teased when you parted from the Doctor.

She laughed and leaned forward so your foreheads were touching. “Guess you’ll have to just take my word for it.”

You hummed. “Well, dead or alive, this isn’t a bad place to be.”

“Come with me,” the Doctor suddenly said pulling away and standing up from the bed, her hand outstretched for you to grab. You grabbed her hand and she pulled out from the bed and out of your room. The floor of the Tardis was cold under your feet as you followed the Doctor down the halls, but you didn’t mind. She led you to the front doors of the Tardis and opened them. The stars shone in the distance.

“Figured you’d like to take your mind off everything,” she told you.

She pulled you to sit down beside her and you both sat with your legs swinging out of the Tardis.

“I think this is the one view I’ll never get tired of,” you admitted, a smiling lifting on your face.

The Doctor hummed in agreement, but she wasn’t looking outside like you were, her eyes were on you. She watched as the various blues and purples lit up your face and brightened your eyes. It took the Doctors breath away. Neither of you were sure how long the both of you stayed there, but you didn’t really care very much. You simply enjoyed the view and the company the Doctor provided.

“Thank you,” you said.

“For what?” she asked.

“For helping me,” you replied turning your attention to look at her. “For saving me. For just being you.”

“Of course,” the Doctor smiled.

You stayed out there for a little bit longer until you had to try to hide a yawn.

“Let’s get you back to bed, yeah?” the Doctor suggested.

You groaned and took the Doctors hand again so she could help you stand up. Your fingers interlaced and you walked side by side until you found yourself sitting on your bed again. The Doctor was about to leave when you called her name making her pause by the door.

“Can you stay with me again?” you asked her.

The Doctor was surprised. You wanted her to stay the night with you again?

“I just…” you started to fidget with your blanket. “You … you make me feel … safe. You help me forget, if it’s only for a moment, chasing away the bad memories.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

And like the night before, the Doctor shrugged off her coat, slipped off her boots, and crawled under the covers. You had already moved to the other side of the bed, giving her more room, and you laid on your side like you did before to just look at the Doctor.

“What is it?” she asked, laying down to mirror you.

You shook you head. “It’s nothing.”

“We’ll get you through this, okay?”

You nodded, although part of you wasn’t so sure.

“The nightmares are just a bump in the road, they won’t be there forever,” she continued to say.

“And if they are?”

The Doctor reached over to brush your hair behind your ear. “Then you’ll learn to overcome them.”

You grabbed the Doctors hand and, much like she had the night before, pressed a kiss to her hand and nestling closer to her, your head tucked under her chin and her arms held you close promising to protect you from any nightmares that came to haunt you.

“Goodnight, Doctor,” you said softly.

“Goodnight,” she whispered.

~~~

“You cleaned.”

You had asked the Doctor to take you back to your house, back to where you were hurt. She insisted on coming with you this time and you agreed, you wouldn’t be able to go back inside by yourself.

“I couldn’t leave it how it was,” the Doctor replied.

You wandered into the room where you first found the shooter, the room had been absolutely destroyed; drawers flung open, items thrown across the floor, but you were shocked to see it was like nothing ever happened. Even the blood seemed to disappear. Your chest tightened when you remembered how much blood was on the floor, the red trail and the puddle that sat underneath you. So much red. You could still feel the phantom pain of the bullets hitting you, burning you, consuming you.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.”

You vision was blocked by light blue and all you could feel, hear, and smell was the Doctor. You grasped the Doctors coat in a tight shaking fist.

“Sorry,” you spoke into her shirt.

“It’s okay,” she said. “Do you want to go outside?”

You nodded and let yourself be guided outside, near the comforting presence of the Tardis.

“I can’t…” you started to say.

“You don’t have to,” the Doctor told you.

“Can I just … Can I stay on the Tardis with you? I don’t think I can go back to that house yet,” you asked, a hopeful look in your eyes.

“Of course,” she assured you. “I told you that we’d get through this together, and if you don’t feel safe in your house right now then we’ll try again when you feel ready, yeah?”

You nodded, tearing up. “Thank you.”

“Of course, love.”

~~~

It took a few weeks. You spent the entire time on the Tardis with the Doctor, spending time with her and going on very small trips. Alien hot springs, festivals - very small fun things, and you loved every bit of it. You couldn’t help but tease the Doctor on how she actually could find things to take you to that didn’t involve running for your life.

“It’s not all me,” she would protest, almost offended at what you were saying. “It’s the Tardis! She just ignores what I want to do!”

“Sure, Doctor,” you laughed. “Sure.”

Nearly a month later, you told the Doctor you wanted to go back to Earth. You wanted to see your family again, and the Doctor felt slightly reluctant to let you go. She knew that you would eventually want to go back.

“I just want to spend the day with them,” you told her.

When the doors closed behind you the Doctor was suddenly very aware of how empty, and how big the Tardis actually was. She felt very … alone. The Tardis hummed down at her Pilot, reassuring her that you would be back.

“I know,” the Doctor said to the empty space.

The Doctor decided to do some console “repairs,” keeping herself occupied, even though she knew they were completely unnecessary. She laid underneath the console, pulling out wires and leaving a huge mess on the floor.

She continued this for a few hours, pausing when her phone started ringing on top of the console. The Doctor’s mind went back to the incident. She hesitated to pick it up, almost fearing for what was waiting for her on the other side. She slid from underneath the console, wiping the grease from her hands, and picked up her phone. She took a deep breath, answered in the middle of the third ring.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Doctor,” your voice greeted her.

“This better not be another goodbye call,” she threatened.

You laughed through the speaker. “Definitely not dying this time, I promise.”

“Good, great even! Because once was enough.”

You smiled even though you knew that the Doctor couldn’t see you. “I’m just letting you know that I’m on my way back.” The Doctor pulled the phone away from her ear to see that it was well into the evening, the entire day had passed. She put the phone back to her ear, looking at the mess she created. Wires and tools littered the ground, and she could have sworn she heard the Tardis laugh at her predicament.

“Fantastic! Wonderful! I’ll, uh, I’ll see you soon,” she trailed off in thought. How was she going to clean all this up?

“You’ve made a mess of the Tardis, haven’t you?”

“No, of course not!” she defended.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “You’d think a time travel spaceship would be able to repair herself if she needed to.”

Before the Doctor could reply the Tardis whirred and beeped an “I told you so!”

“Hey, no!” she told the machine. “Don’t take their side!”

You laughed at the argument. “Well, I’ll see you soon. Bye!”

The Doctor pocketed the phone after she gave her own bye. She glared at the time machine, who beeped innocently. “Don’t even start.” She warned. “Just help me put you back together.”

It didn’t take you very long to get back to that familiar blue box, feeling more at home the closer you got.

“Hey, girl,” you greeted. “Hope that Doctor wasn’t too much trouble.”

The Tardis opened the door for you in a “come on in and see.” You walked in, your jaw falling at the sight you saw. Wires and cables littered the floor. The Doctor sat in the middle of it, struggling to pull it all back.

“What did you do?” you laughed.

The Doctor jumped at your voice, dropping all that she had in her arms. “Oh! Me? Nothing! Well, I was doing some small repair and I tried to clean it all up, but someone…” She glared at the console. “Decided to be difficult.”

The Tardis let out a series of irritated beeps and a panel on the wall behind the Doctor suddenly dropped to the ground.

“Oi!!”

You couldn’t stop your laughter. You tried to hide it behind your hand, but the Doctor heard you and threw you a glare as well. There was no real irritation or anger behind it, but still, you cleared your throat and held your hands up to show you weren’t laughing at her. You were barely able to keep your smile down.

“Sorry,” you said. “Please, continue your little fight with the Tardis.”

The Doctor groaned, gathering the cables back into her arms and dragging it over.

“You want some help?” you offered.

“No, I’m fine” she dismissed.

“You sure?” you asked again, voice filled with amusement.

Before she could answer, the Doctor stepped on a tool. Her balance faltered, and the wires fell from her grasp. “Alright, fine.” Your smile grew as you walked up the steps to the console before running a hand over it.

You spoke to the Tardis. “Can you put yourself back together for us, girl?”

You received a warm hum in return as the console room started to fix itself. The panel that fell returned to its spot on the wall, the wires reattached themselves, and the cables snaked back under the console. The room looked as good as new.

“It pays to be the Tardis’s favourite, I think,” you winked at the wide-eyed Doctor.

The Doctor shook herself. “You’re not supposed to pick favourites!” she scolded the Tardis.

You laughed again and watched the Doctor move up to the console, turning her back to you and twisting her coat around her.

“So,” she clapped her hands together. “Where would you like to go today?”

Where would you like to go? A memory came to you, words of place you never thought you would be able to see. You smiled at her. “Soft beaches and waterfall clouds.”

The Doctor smiled back at you, her expression understanding. “Soft beaches it is!” You watched fondly as the Doctor moved about the console, flipping switches and levers until she stopped by the main lever and looked over at you.

“Together?” she gestured her to lever.

You grinned and ran up beside the Doctor, placing your hand on top of hers. “Together.”

#13th doctor x reader #thirteenth doctor imagine #thirteenth doctor x reader #13th Doctor #i am not good at this #lmaooo

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Rescue Bots: Showside

Here we are with the other half of Weretoons and Transformers Aligned combo. This is primarily focus on the Rescue Bots such as shenanigans to possible plot changes. Also some additional worldbuilding since Weretoons interact with the setting more than Prime's iteration. Enjoy.

The best place to start is with Griffin Rock itself. Over 8% of the population are Weretoons while 10% have said heritage. Some own a few local businesses while others work at different establishments such as the zoo. Greene family alongside the Burns are major Weretoon supporters.

These particular Weres can easily see through the Rescue Bots' machine facade(playing pretend is something Toons tend to do.) All of them support the group and usually offer a helping hand in some way. Either for a mission or someone to talk to. (The Rescue Bots deserve a bigger support group during their incognito days.)

Multiple ideas were implemented to make sure any knowledge of Weretoons don't reach the mainland through tourism. These involve little public skits with any toon shenanigans marked as advanced holograms/holoforms. Any footage of Weretoons are uniquely scrambled into a cartoon setting on the respective recording device once it leaves the mainland.

Now that's out of the way, we can get to the main point: the story. Cody is the Rescue Bots major introduction to Weretoons. Although Optimus and Bumblebee aren't aware of said presence until later. (They think Miko is the only one.)

All the bots had their own reaction to Cody showing his Weretoon nature.(Happens on the first episode with the T-Rex.) Chase's processor definitely took a bit longer to understand the insanity that comes with a subspecies who generally breaks multiple universal laws. (He adjusted better once given a book about Laws of Cartoon Physics.)

Heatwave takes it better although he now wonders how WEIRD this planet is gonna get. Absolutely holds Cody like a baby bird or kitten even if the kid ain't in toon form. This bot is a major softy around kids so he's less bothered by younger Weretoon shenanigans.

Blades accepts the knowledge quite easily although he's a bit nervous around the more chaotic members. Cody assures him that the only thing he has to worry about is cream pies, water squirting flowers and the occasional hand buzzer. Weretoons on Griffin Rock are more chill with their antics.

Boulder just finds the whole thing fascinating. He does ask questions but nothing invasive and has watched classic cartoons for research. The least to get pranked by Weretoons as Boulder is too nice to warrant it.

Griffin Rock's public skits, Showside, are an event the bots tend to 'participate'(get dragged in) frequently. What happens through each one is random as improv holds more interest than a simple script. This has led to: Boulder taking the Genie role for an Aladdin scene, a ballerina Heatwave ending up in a dunk tank thrice, Blades tapdancing against a Leprechaun Weretoon for chocolate coins and Chase medieval jousting with a T-Rex.

Bumblebee nor Optimus are safe either once they find out. You can bet Prime ended up in a clown costume trying to play hoops but Bee interferes with water balloons and shaving creme pies. It's overall dumb nonsense yet manages to be silly fun either way.

A personal escape for Cody whenever he feels lonely or a hassle. Despite his gryphon like toon form, any attempts to help his family get shot down just like in canon. Trust me when I say buried emotions don't mix very well when it comes to a Weretoon. It is gonna get pretty ugly once Cody reaches his breaking point.

Thus he tends to cling to the bots. None of them mind Cody showing up to help especially if the situation is really bad. His Understudy troupe does wonders too as he can temporarily copy the Rescue Bots' respective skill set.

Need to put out a fierce blaze? Mimic Heatwave and summon a high pressure water hose from his hammer space. If Cody can't find the right ability then Frankie sends a video that could help. Otherwise he uses his ability to fly and intense strength. A good chunk of situations aren't that bad thanks to being a Weretoon.

Dr. Morroco brings in the real danger once he shows up. When you consider the fruit loop profits from the black market, think about potential clients and who else lives on Griffin Rock. Shit is gonna get dark like how Who Framed Rodger Rabbit traumatized kids with the infamous Dip scene. If Prime is getting sillier then Rescue Bots will receive some messed up moments.

Speaking of that, both sides of this insanity aren't gonna stay isolated. The cast from Rescue Bots will meet their Prime half. Miko and Cody get to be gremlins together as Heatwave goes mother hen mode. (He really doesn't want kids anywhere near active warzone!)

Ratchet grills Optimus for hiding such information(Weretoons and Rescue Bots respective existence). Cody might accidentally end up on the Nemesis bewitching Vehicons with his kind nature to avoid Megatron. Breakdown is gonna quit at some point and drag Knockout with him(Blades' fault).

Can't forget the Team Prime getting pulled into some Showside skit shenanigans should they visit Griffin Rock. Blackmail and teasing all around as they need a break from the seriousness of war. What do you guys think?

#sonicasura #back on my bullshit #transformers #transformers series #transformers rescue bots #transformers prime #tf #tf series #tf rb #tfp #cody burns #transformers rescue bots cody #weretoon!cody #werecreature #weretoons #crack #crack treated seriously #I write shit like this cause the world is too dark #also for the hell of it

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Oneshot: Such A Good Listener

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

AO3 Crosspost: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41184948

Rating: Explicit, readers are advised to read the warnings below before proceeding.

Warnings (in no particular order): Gender-Neutral (AFAB) Reader, Porn With Plot, Friends to Lovers, Soft!Din Djarin, Depictions of Anxiety/Depression/Self-Esteem Issues, Nightmares, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Phone Sex, Praise Kink, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Alcohol Usage, Bad Jokes, Playful Sex

Summary: You wouldn't call you and Din Djarin "friends" but he's always there for you when you need him. So, when you're having one of those days where you just need a little bit more than a friend, he's happy to deliver.

Word Count: 14.7k+ (this oneshot can be read in chapters on AO3)

A/N: I will note that I wrote this to comfort myself during a low period so there are realistic depictions of anxiety/depression/self-loathing so be aware of this before proceeding in case that might be triggering for you!

To contrast with my rather dark series (Lesson Learned), this oneshot features a soft and playful Din and there's a lot of banter/all around lighthearted vibes. This fic also has a gender-neutral (afab) reader, just like one of my other oneshots (Let Me Help You), so if you enjoyed that story, you'll hopefully like this one too! ♡

Three days. It's been three days since the last time you've gotten out of bed. Well, okay, maybe that's not completely true. Technically you got up to stuff snacks in your bedside drawer and to go to the bathroom, but other than that, you've been sulking in bed.

The nightmares are back. Though, they're more like night terrors. The kind of dreams where it's just dark and you're so scared out of your fucking mind that you always wake up in a cold sweat, feeling absolutely disgusting.

It only makes it worse that you wake up alone with no one there to tell you everything's going to be okay.

You're a strong independent person but sometimes you just fucking wish you didn't have to solely depend on yourself.

Wouldn't it be nice to be taken care of for once? Is that too much to ask? It feels like the universe thinks so…

You haven't slept since yesterday. You've been up for almost an entire day now and there's no way you're going back to sleep. You sat with the cold water running in your refresher just to stay awake. You refuse to sleep. You're terrified of what might happen if you do.

You can't wake up alone again. You absolutely can't. So, you do the only thing you can do at a moment like this.

You phone a friend, though calling Din Djarin your friend is a bit…interesting.

Not that you two aren't friends. You are. Kind of? It's confusing.

You can't really say you two have a friends with benefits situation either because it only happened once. He needed a place to crash so you offered to let him stay with you. Which wasn't anything out of the ordinary, he has been over plenty of times before to sleep. You had a guest bedroom for a reason.

However, that one time, he came over and he asked if you had anything to drink. You did. He knew you did. He has stolen your liquor plenty of times before so you had no clue why he was asking permission this time. But he asked anyway.

You pulled out the bottles you had and…he took off his helmet. He must have been having a very bad day because you don't think he even thought about the fact that you were there with him. He just wanted to drink with nothing getting in the way.

At the very least, he let you control his intake, so you made sure to pad every shot with a glass of water. He didn't protest, since it meant he could keep drinking.

After a while, you had to speak up. You were worried that seeing his face would affect his creed. You didn't want to accidentally harm him in some way but you couldn't really take back the sight of him.

It ingrained itself into your memory.

His soft curls, his light patchy stubble, his warm skin, his brown eyes that stared so hopelessly into yours. You knew that look. It was him, reaching out to you without words. His eyes screamed what he couldn't say. He was reflecting his depression in them and you felt so terrible that the first time you ever got to see him, it was because he was too out of it to consider the consequences.

That's when he told you what happened. How he's no longer the Mandalorian. How he's just "Din Djarin" now. How he had taken the helmet off one too many times. How he felt so lost, so alone, so…outcasted by the only family he had.

You stopped giving him drinks after that.

You went over and knelt beside Din. Then, you started to strip off his armor. You didn't want him to carry more weight than he should at that moment and he let you as he spoke in rambles, like he was desperate to vent it all out to someone. That's what you were there for. You unbuckled every strap holding his armor to his body in silence as you listened to him speak and after a while, he just watched you. There weren't words left to say at that point. He had gotten them all out and you had heard them all.

You can still feel the way his hand grazed your cheek. You didn't know when he took off his gloves. You weren't paying attention. But, you let him touch you and he did. He brushed his fingers along every inch of your face and simply stared at you knelt on the floor beside him.

Very few words were exchanged after that. You remember Din asking if he could touch more of you and you saying yes. You could tell he had never done anything like that before, which is why you didn't mind being his first. He took his time exploring every inch of your naked body, his curiosity running wild. You liked how he didn't realize the looks he was making, since he was so used to having the helmet on. He would glaze his eyes over you, not hiding a single emotion on his face. Was that what he looked like under the helmet? It was almost innocent in a way.

This went on for hours, to the point where you knew Din was completely sober and fully aware of what he was doing. He asked if it was okay and you reassured him every time he needed it. He asked if he was doing things right and you showed him how to make you feel good. He was a very fast learner. You liked how gentle he was. You also liked how unafraid he was to ask if he could do more.

You can't recall how many times you came that night. He kept wanting to learn more and you weren't going to stop him. You were enjoying yourself as much as he was and it was obvious that this distracted him from his spiraling thoughts.

Din had something else to focus on for a moment: you.

At a certain point, you gained enough courage to ask him if you could touch him. Din said yes and you took an equal amount of time exploring his naked body. You knew this sight was something that was only for you. No one had ever seen him like that. No one else knew the way he looked when he felt good. Only you.

You didn't like the thoughts that swirled your mind after that. You wanted to claim Din. You wanted to have him all to yourself. You wanted him to only do this with you, but you had no control over that so you didn't act on those thoughts. You only did as much as he allowed you to. You wouldn't get greedy and overstep.

The only regret you have from that night was having him wear protection. You made him for his own sake because you wanted him to get used to the idea so he knew to use it with other people. It was important to use protection but you had an implant so you wished you had let him go without just to know what it would've felt like to have him finish inside of you at least once.

You both went through all the protection you had that night. A part of you wondered if it would have gone on longer if you had more in stock. It was the only reason you chose to stop, even though you could've easily let yourself drown in how good it felt to be held by Din.

You hadn't bothered to buy more protection since then. It was clearly a one-time thing. He never even mentioned it afterwards. You should've taught him aftercare but…you hated the fact that you didn't think you deserved it. He already made you feel better than you've felt in ages. You just couldn't get yourself to ask for more than that. It felt too selfish to experience the way it would've felt to be cuddled by him. Maybe that's another thing you regret.

You should stop reminiscing. You're only going to work yourself up and that coupled with the sadness you already feel isn't going to help you in the long run.

You wait for the comm link to go through and you're surprised Din actually answered. Normally, you leave a message and he just shows up, but this time, he picked up.

"Yeah?" He says rather curt because he's breathing heavily.

What's going on?

"Are you alright? What are you doing?" You ask because you've never heard him this out of breath since–

The sound of him firing several rounds of his blaster rings in the background as he goes, "in the middle of fighting some bandits. Can you give me a second?"

"Why would you pick up in the first place!" You can't believe him right now.

What kind of person answers a comm in the middle of a gunfight!

"I thought–" He shoots his blaster three times in quick succession, "that it would be over sooner."

"You're ridiculous." You tell him with a sigh.

Din takes in several short breaths, like he just finished running. For some reason, instead of worrying about whatever he's doing, he asks you, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine." You shouldn't have called. He's busy and you're just getting in the way.

So you open your mouth to tell him to disregard this comm but he interrupts you before you can. "Can I come over later?"

"Do you want to?" You aren't going to make him.

The sound of him stabbing into someone with a knife cuts in as he answers, "yeah, I need to wash the blood off."

He yanks the knife out then and you're in utter shock that he's still talking to you. "You should hang up."

"I'll be done soon." He lets out those heavy breaths of his again that make you a bit too aware of how much you worked yourself up earlier thinking about him.

Your heart is racing and your thighs are squeezed together, your body desperate for some friction. You could just–

No. You're not going to do that. That's a ridiculous thought. Why are you thinking of touching yourself right now? Are you that pent up over him breathing?

"What are you doing?" His words pull a gasp out of you, like you've been caught in the act even though you aren't even doing anything.

You're only thinking about it.

"Nothing." You try to still your rapid heartbeat.

"Where are you right now?" He's strangely demanding in his tone.

"I'm just at home, laying in bed." You feel awkward admitting that but the words slip out before you could stop them.

"Why are you breathing so heavy if you're just laying in bed?"

Oh fuck, are you really? That's not good.

"I'm not breathing heavily." You deny his claim to avoid thinking of an appropriate answer.

"Yes you are." He's stricter now. "Tell me what you're doing."

"Aren't you in the middle of something?" You can literally hear him fighting.

"Are you?" Is he implying what you think he is?

"What is that supposed to mean?" You rebuttal. He can't possibly think that–

"Tell me, right now." There's a bite in his voice that sends shivers through you and now you're even more flustered than before.

"What do you want me to say?" You aren't doing anything, even though you desperately want to.

"Fine, if you don't want to tell me, you don't have to." His words throw you for a loop out of nowhere. "Just don't stop."

Wait, what? Does he want you to touch yourself?

"You're in the middle of something, Din." You attempt to reason with him.

"So are you. I want to hear you finish what you started." He can't be serious…

"Are you going to come over and finish what you've started?" You need to know that this is going to lead somewhere.

"Yes. I'll be there right after I'm done here. So give me something nice to listen to while I deal with these bandits." Din is causing your stomach to do flips at how provocative his voice is.

When did he learn how to speak like that? It's way too dangerous but you can't stop yourself from doing what he says.

So, you do what you've been wanting to, slipping your hand between your legs. You lay back, getting comfortable as you feel how wet you've gotten along your fingertips. Then, you drag your fingers upwards until you find your clit and your breath hikes suddenly.

"Tell me what you're doing." Din commands and you bite back your own embarrassment over how much you're enjoying this.

It takes you a while, mainly because you're a bit distracted by your own hand, but you eventually confess, "I'm touching myself."

"You'll have to give me a little more than that." He says with his own bout of heavy breathing.

It sounds like he's fighting someone in hand to hand combat and he wants you to talk to him? If you weren't so desperate for an orgasm right now, you might laugh at this whole situation but you really want to ease the tension coiling up in your body.

"I'm going slow." You draw out your words, so he can really enjoy them if he wants to. "Rubbing small circles with my fingertips. I'm so wet that it's distracting, making it too slippery. Hard to concentrate, hard to get it right."

"Are you thinking about me?" Fuck, why did he have to ask that?

And what compels you to answer truthfully? "Yes, I am."

"Do you remember the way I touched you before? You came so hard when I played with your clit and fingered you at the same time."

Does he have to remind you so vulgarly? Of course you remember, you were the one who told him what to do after all…

"I do." You admit.

"Then, do that. Use both hands." He instructs but you protest.

You can't do that because… "I'm holding the comm device against my ear with my other hand."

"Put me on speaker. I want to hear how wet you are." He's going to drive you insane if he keeps talking like that.

The heat rises in your body at the thought of him being able to actually hear you touch yourself but you don't dare disobey so you put him on speaker, laying the tiny tablet on your stomach. Then, you move your now free hand under your waistband so you can dip two fingers inside of you, biting your lip to stop yourself from whimpering in response.

"No more holding back your voice." He tells you sternly. "I want to hear you clearly."

"Din, you're making me go crazy saying that." Your legs buckle a little as you find a good rhythm with your hands, touching yourself exactly how you need to in order to get off.

"Isn't that a good thing? Don't you want to come?" He coaxes you closer to your orgasm. "Let me hear it. I'm impatient."

"How are you impatient for my orgasm?" You can barely speak those words out properly but you're just amazed he's acting like this.

"Because the faster you come, the quicker I can hear it again. You have to be close–wait, hold on." He grunts and you can hear the sound of him kicking someone and the body hitting the ground with a thud. Din then speaks up again but he's not talking to you, "can you please stay down? I'm trying to listen to something more entertaining than this shit."

You stop touching yourself then because you can't help yourself and let out the laugh you've been holding in.

Why is he being so cute right now?

"Hey, did you stop?" He sounds irritated but you realize he's not irritated at you when you hear him shoot his blaster. "Can you please stop fighting me! Can't you see I'm fucking busy?"

Din fires several more shots and a few more bodies drop in the background. He catches his breath and you ask, "is it over yet?"

"Yeah–" He gets cut off by the sound of footsteps charging at him, "fuck, there's a few more. Get back to it, I'll be done soon."

How are you supposed to touch yourself when this is so much more entertaining? You chuckle at the sounds of him fighting.

"I said, get back to it." He demands fiercely in the midst of fighting someone.

"Yes, sir!" You teasingly say before moving your hands back into your pants, starting to touch yourself again.

It takes you a bit to find a good pace again and Din sort of throws that out of the window when he tells you, "go faster."

"But–"

"Are you talking back to me?" He snaps at you before you can finish your sentence.

"No…" You cower a little, surprised he's being so aggressive.

"No, what? Address me correctly." Oh, he wants you to– "Hurry up, don't make me wait."

"No, sir." You answer back quickly.

"Good. I don't want to repeat myself again. So, go faster. I want to hear you come and I want you to come hard. Got it?" He demands a response.

"Yes, sir." You hold back a whine as you force yourself to ramp up speed, thrusting your fingers at a much quicker pace. This, combined with the way you're rubbing your clit, is building you towards an orgasm way too fast. You're going to come soon and you're terribly unprepared for him to hear it.

That's when he goes, "say my name."

You can't possibly do that, not when you're this close!

You attempt to argue, "Din–"

"Louder." He cuts you off at that moment with such a dominating voice that you can't hold it in anymore.

Right as you come, you breathe out his name loud enough to echo through your room as an unbelievable amount of pleasure shoots through you. All that tension releases and you writhe against your hands, choking on your own inhales from how intense it was. You pull your hands away and instinctively curl up into a ball, your whole body shaking uncontrollably. It's so difficult to catch your breath but you manage to when you hear him again.

"Good job. It sounds like you came a lot. You did so well." He praises you and you have no idea why that makes you feel even better than you do right now. "Now, go clean up and get back in bed. I'll be there soon."

"Actually soon or are there more bandits to deal with?" You laugh at your own joke.

"I won't keep you waiting, I promise." He's so gentle all of a sudden that your heart skips a beat.

"See you soon, Din." You cuddle up with the tablet in your hand, smiling as you end the comm link.

You should really get out of bed and do what he told you to but you're so sleepy all of a sudden. It's like all of your exhaustion finally caught up with you and you can't quite fight it anymore. You'll wash up in a bit.

You're just going to close your eyes for a few minutes…

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It's so cold. The darkness is unwelcoming and all consuming. Why did you fall asleep? Wasn't Din supposed to be here? Of course you fell asleep. How fucking stupid, why couldn't you just stay awake! He probably left when he saw you sleeping. He's never there when you wake up…

You don't want to wake up but you don't want to stay in this nightmare anymore. You don't know what to do. You're scared. You're so fucking scared because you know you're going to wake up sobbing, completely frozen in place. You always lock up but your heart will be pounding so much that your chest hurts.

Don't wake up. Wake up. Don't wake up. Wake up.

The decision lingers in your mind as you cry in your sleep. You don't even realize you've been shaken awake until you start screaming, not used to being touched the moment you wake up.

"It's okay. You're okay." A voice fills your ears and you don't believe it's real.

You blink, the tears blurring your vision. As your sight clears up, you see him. "Din?"

He's here…and he's not wearing anything except a pair of pants. How long has he been here? Why is he dressed like that? Or, better question, why isn't he dressed?

"Sorry, you were whimpering in your sleep so I thought it would be better to wake you up. Are you alright?" His hand pats the top of your head and you realize then that he has you wrapped up in his arms.

Wait…was he sleeping here with you?

"Why are you next to me?" You don't answer his question and just skip to your own.

"I told you I was going to be here." His words don't make sense to you for some reason.

"But I fell asleep…"

Din shouldn't be here. It's too nice. You don't deserve it.

Why is it so warm in his arms right now? You're all too tempted to lean in, to let him comfort you, but you can't.

"You must have been tired." He lifts his hands up to cup your face, wiping the tears away as they fall. "How long have you been having nightmares?"

You can't understand why him asking you makes your heart ache so much. Is it because it seems like he genuinely cares about you? Why is that so unbelievable sometimes? It's difficult to believe anyone gives a shit about you, especially when you're lost in the darkness of your mind sometimes.

"Don't worry about me. I'm fine." You lie through your teeth, trying to put on a smile and blinking away the remaining tears.

"You wouldn't have reached out to me if you were fine." He points out and you look away, not knowing how to face him.

You don't want to face the consequences of your spur of the moment decision because then you'll remember the way you let him hear you touch yourself. You'll remember how good it felt to come and then how good it felt that he was happy you did. You'll remember the way his body feels against yours.

You're remembering it right now because you're still in his arms…

"I'm sorry, Din. Is it okay if we don't do this right now? I-I need a minute."

You can't handle being near him. You just want to melt into his touch and let him take all your pain away but that's too selfish. You'd be using him and his kindness. You aren't worth it.

"Do you want me to go?"

No. That's what you want to say but the word refuses to leave your lips.

Instead, the words that spill out are the product of your self-hatred, "you shouldn't have been here in the first place. There are better beds to wake up in than mine. I'm nothing but a hassle. I'm sorry."

You can't bear it anymore and you pull yourself away from him, getting up onto your feet and you immediately lock yourself in your bathroom. You almost don't turn on the refresher in time before you just burst out into tears. Your chest aches terribly and you can't breathe.

Are you having a panic attack? Maybe.

You don't even have the mind to strip. You just get right into the refresher, falling to your knees. The water runs over you and you can't say it helps at all. You're hoping Din has left already so he doesn't hear you sounding fucking terrible. You're so embarrassed…

Showing this side of you scares people away. It always does. No one wants a problem. No one wants to deal with someone who they can't control. No one wants someone who can't even control themselves sometimes.

It's not like you can help it. You'll get into one of your lower moods and it takes you a while to break free from the mindset. No one ever stays last enough to see you get better. It's as if they don't believe you ever will.

Can you blame them? You don't know. You truly think you're the problem.

You nearly shoved this problem onto Din. Why did you call him? Were you really that lonely that you had to ruin one of the only good relationships in your life?

You'll never recover from this. He'll never look at you the same way again. You shouldn't even think about him. It's your fault you fucked this up. You have to live with the consequences.

You should've never fallen asleep. If you had just stayed up, everything would've been different. Why couldn't you just stay awake!

Now, you won't sleep. You absolutely refuse to. So, you stay under the steady flow of cold water showering you until you're certain you won't be falling asleep any time soon.

You peel off your clothes then, letting them sit in the corner of the refresher. You'll deal with them when you're feeling better.

It takes you a bit, as it always does, but you find the energy to wash up. You scrub your skin a little too harshly, needing to feel something other than the complete emptiness that's torturing you inside.

You sigh as you shut the water, watching as it drips down your body. Sometimes, it feels like you aren't even in your body. You have to remind yourself that you have one.

With a towel wrapped around you, you unlock your bathroom and leave. As expected, Din isn't here anymore. You don't know if you should feel relieved or burst into more tears. It was stupid to think he would stay. You locked yourself in there for hours. At least, that's what it felt like.

Once you've dried off and tossed your towel somewhere to throw in the laundry later, you climb into your cold bed, bundling yourself in the covers. You really should've put on clothes first…

How is it cold already? Did you think it was going to be warm because Din was just here? Stupid. So stupid.

You can't cry anymore. That's not the truth but you don't want to start crying because you know it won't end if you do and you'll wear yourself out and you might accidentally fall asleep which will just restart the cycle of depression again. No, you need to stay awake. You need to break out of your own mind.

You just wish it wasn't so cold…

The sound of the door opening startles you and you actually let out a scream out of sheer panic. Who–

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Din reappears before you and you rub your eyes because you're in pure disbelief.

"What are you still doing here?" You spit out because it's the only thing you can say. "I thought you left…"

"I never left. I just went to get another shirt." He gestures to his now covered upper body.

Wait, but if he's already wearing a shirt, why is he holding one?

He catches your eyes staring and explains, "oh, this one's for you."

Then, Din takes off the shirt he's currently wearing, swapping it for the other one rather seamlessly. He walks over to your bedside and kneels down, not wanting to sit on the bed. He places his previously worn shirt beside you.

"I kept it warm for you, in case you're cold." His lips curve into a soft smile and you don't know why but you completely break down then, sobbing uncontrollably.

Did he really put on a shirt for the sole purpose of warming it up for you? That's just…you can't properly describe it. Nothing would do this gesture justice.

"I'll help you put it on." He places his hands on the covers, urging you to let him do the work for you.

You nod through your tears. His hands gently lift the covers off your body, then he pulls the shirt he was wearing on for you.

It is warm.

"Better?" Din asks, resting his arms on the bed, looking up at you.

"W-why would you do this for me?" You barely get the words out through your sniffles.

"Because this is me telling you to let me carry some of that weight you're holding all by yourself, even if it's just wearing my shirt to keep you warm."

You didn't realize how much lighter you feel having his warmth around you. You smell his familiar scent on the fabric of the shirt and it's oddly comforting because his direct touch would be too much for you. You can take this. You're okay with a shirt.

Letting him comfort you? That's a whole other hurdle. You don't think you're ready for that yet. But this shirt? This is exactly what you need right now.

"Thank you." You wipe the tears away. "I'm sorry–"

"Don't apologize." He stops you before you dip back into that guilty mindset. "You didn't make me do anything. I wanted to do this. Think of it as a purely selfish thing. I should be the one apologizing to you."

"Why would you need to apologize to me?" You tilt your head in confusion, your sobs subsiding now.

That's when Din shifts to look you right in the eyes and says, "because I'm trying to convince you to let me stay here with you even though you told me to go."

"Do you really want to stay?" You ask but you're unsure if you'll believe whatever he tells you in response.

"I want to do more than just stay. I'm sorry." He smirks after he apologizes and you chuckle a little.

"You don't look very sorry." You tease him and he laughs in return.

"I'm not, at least not about wanting to do more with you than just sit here." He's swimming in treacherous waters right now with those words.

"I quite like the way you look sitting there." It's your turn to smirk. It's true, him knelt at the side of your bed is sparking something inside of you.

"I wouldn't mind staying here if you give me something to do." Is Din really offering…

"You don't have to." You recede into yourself a little, those bad thoughts clawing their way back up again.

"Listen to me." His voice snaps you out of your potential spiral. "If you want something, then be honest. Don't worry about whether or not it's too much for me. That's for me to decide, okay? I can always say no."

You have no idea where these words come from but you just blurt them out, "what if I want too much?"

"You'll never know until you ask. For all you know, maybe what you want is barely enough for me." His gaze on you is intense.

There's a softness in it but you know what he looks like with desire in his brown eyes and that's the stare looking back at you.

Pure desire.

"Then tell me what you want, Din. Let me be the one to say yes or no." You can't bring yourself to ask him for anything but if he wants something, then you can do that.

He doesn't waste any time and asks, "will you let me make you feel good right now?"

"How?" You want to know what he wants to do specifically.

He chuckles and then says, "am I allowed to say every possible way as my answer?"

You laugh because you know he's being serious. "You're really adorable sometimes."

"Only sometimes?" He raises an eyebrow at you, feigning disappointment.

"Would you rather be adorable all the time or between my legs right now?" You say as smoothly as you can without getting too worked up.

"You know my answer." He pats the space in front of him.

"Do you want to get on the bed?" You feel kind of bad having him kneel there, even if he looks great there.

"I want you to get your ass over here, now." Din is perfectly demanding with his tone.

You nod and move the covers off of you, revealing that you're bare from the waist down. You love the smile he has on his face as you sit up, hanging your legs off the side of the bed. He settles himself between your legs, looking up at you with those soft eyes of his.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting to finally touch you again?" His hands press against your inner thighs, spreading your legs wide open for him.

"You've only ever touched me once, Din. Why so eager?" Your hand finds its way into his curls, admiring the way they look between his fingertips.

"Because I only ever want to touch you." His words make your heart pound.

"What?" You're a bit shocked. "You haven't touched anyone else?"

"Why would I?" He leans in then, kissing your skin. You shiver at the feeling of his stubble scratching you lightly as he says, "you're the only person I've ever wanted. Why would I ever touch anyone else when I have you?"

"Wait, Din." You tap his head and he lifts away from you, staring up at you in confusion. The insecurity creeps into your words, "you don't have to say things like that to me."

Especially when you don't mean it.

That's how you want to end your sentence but you stop yourself from pushing your problems onto him. He doesn't need to say sweet words to you. They only make things difficult in the long run…

"Do you not believe me?" He asks and you swallow your nerves.

"It's not that I don't, I just…"

You don't want him to waste his affection on someone like you. He should find someone else who isn't so lost in their own head.

"Lay down." He tells you and you blink at him, not sure if you should. "If you don't want me, that's fine. But, if you do want me, then lay down and pay attention to me instead of your spiraling mind."

"Din…" You don't know what to do.

If you let him make you feel good, then you'll never be able to let him go. It'll break you, even more than you already are broken.

"Tell me you don't want me and I'll leave you alone." He gives you that out you believe you want.

"I'm scared to want you." You admit the truth and the tears start to fall from your eyes again. "I'm scared I'll ruin the only good relationship left in my life if I allow myself to want you. I'm so scared…"

You sob into your hands. You're so overwhelmed with emotion right now. You can't want him. You don't deserve him. You're just taking advantage of his kindness.

Why did you ever think you could do this?

"Lay down." He whispers and you feel his breath against your ear with his hand resting on your back.

Din leans you onto your back on the bed. Then, he helps you lay yourself comfortably on your pillow with the covers over you. His arms hold you snugly from behind, spooning you. You can't stop crying but your body melts into his, accepting the warm embrace.

"Everything's going to be okay. It's okay to be scared. It's okay to feel bad sometimes." His breath tickles the nape of your neck. He starts to kiss your skin as he speaks soft words of affirmation to you, "it's okay to want to get better on your own and it's okay to want help along the way. It's okay to want me to be there for you. There's nothing wrong with having desires. You're allowed to want good things for yourself."

"But I don't know how to appreciate them." You stifle another sob. "I can't get anything to go right, even if I want them to…"

You clutch onto his arms, needing some kind of support, and he's there to hold you steady. Then, Din goes, "isn't it enough that you want things to get better? Why do they have to be "right"? Why can't we just go moment to moment and let things happen as they're meant to happen?"

"But what if they go badly?" You deflate a little, thinking of all the things that could go wrong if you keep letting Din get closer to you.

"What if they don't?" He pulls you onto your back so that you can look up at him as he says, "do you trust me?"

"I do." Of course you do. He wouldn't be this close to you if you didn't.

"I trust you too." Din takes your hand and pulls it to his cheek. You gently caress his jaw, feeling that patchy stubble of his that you like all too much.

"Do you really?" You meet his gaze. "I worry about that. You've let me see you twice now. Won't the Mandalorians shun you?"

"I used to think I should hide myself from everyone but then I realize there are some people that are worth sharing myself with." He leans down and brushes his nose against yours. "I gave you all of me back then and I'm asking you right now to let me see all of you. The good, the bad, everything. I want to get to know every side of you."

"It's not pretty." You want him to be realistic.

Depression isn't something to romanticize. It's brutal and numbing. It makes the little things difficult and the bigger things even more impossible. It's hard to live with, but you try everyday to make it to the next.

Is that truly enough?

"It's not supposed to be pretty and I wouldn't want it to be. You don't have to be beautiful all the time. Don't put that kind of pressure on yourself." His eyes are so kind, staring back at yours. "It's okay to have bad days, as long as you're looking forward to the good ones that will be there when you're ready. It'll always get better and that's what matters."

You reach up with your other hand so you can cup his face with both of yours. He's really here, telling you all these wonderful words that you've been needing to hear.

Din's right. Things do get better. Even if it doesn't feel like they will sometimes, they do once you've made it past the hurdle.

You just need to get there.

"Can I lean on you for tonight?" You take the leap and ask for help for once. "I don't want to be alone."

"Of course." Din presses a kiss on your forehead before asking, "how do you want me?"

"Will you face me so I can look at you until I fall asleep? If that's okay…" You still don't know how comfortable he is with you seeing him like this so you want to make sure.

"Come here." He lays back down on his side, opening his arms. "Lean on me."

You nod and huddle closer, letting him wrap his arms around you as you bury your face into his warm chest. He tucks the covers around the both of you securely and you share a pillow with him. His face is so close to yours that you can feel every breath he exhales against your lips.

"Can I kiss you good night?" It's nice of him to ask because a few moments ago, you would've said no but right now, all you want to do is feel his lips on yours.

"Yes, please." You muster up a gentle smile.

Din closes the gap between your lips and kisses you for just a moment. It's perfect. You don't need more than that to feel warmth surging through you.

You're comfortable like this.

"Good night." He tells you quietly. "I'm here if you need me, so don't be afraid to sleep."

"Thank you, Din." You settle yourself back against his chest, breathing in deeply, relaxing yourself in his embrace. "Good night."

Sleep finds you eventually in the calm, quiet night. For once, you feel safe enough to sleep because you know you'll be okay when you wake up.

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It's warm for once. When was the last time it was ever this pleasantly warm? It's not hot, not like when you wake up with a hot flash, screaming from some kind of traumatic memory resurging in your dreams.

No, this is comfort. This is the kind of warmth that you'd crave even on the hottest of days and the kind of warmth that you're desperate for on the coldest of nights.

You wake up slowly to the feeling of Din gently trailing his fingers along your arm. He's looking at you with a soft smile on his face and your heart flutters at the sight until you realize you've been asleep this whole time.

Has he been waiting for you? How long has he been up?

You feel a wave of panic rush through you that he immediately suppresses by saying, "I just woke up too. Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with sleeping a little more than me."

"Sorry." You feel so bad that he can just tell how worked up you could get suddenly.

"What are you sorry about?" He wonders and there's this kindness in his voice that's not condescending in the slightest, like he genuinely wants to know why you're closing up.

"I've been…told before that I sleep too much or that I stay in bed too long and I just–" You hold in a sigh but it slips anyways. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to think that you'd be anything like that but I don't know how else to think sometimes…"

"That makes sense." He pats your head, trying to soothe you with his actions and his words, "if you've never had anyone tell you otherwise, then you expect that to be what's normal. That's understandable, it'll take time but you'll open up to other possibilities. There's no rush."

"You're so patient." You comment out of nowhere and he chuckles, messing your hair up a bit.

"I guess I learned from the best." Is he talking about you?

"What do you mean?" You look up at him, curious.

"You've always been patient with me." He details all the times you've helped him. "I barge into your house, steal your booze, vent my problems to you and you always sit there and listen without judgment. You even go beyond that and take care of me. Watching the number of drinks I have. Making sure I have water. Lugging me into bed if I need help. You're more than patient, so why wouldn't you deserve the same?"

"I do that because you're my friend." You say that as if it's one-sided and he catches it in your tone.

"Do you not think you're my friend?" He asks and you feel backed into a corner.

The truth is, you don't. You don't think Din is really friends with you. You just think you're convenient. You're easy. You're someone he can reach out to and then dump whenever he's tired of you.

Is it the depression talking? Probably.

You have to maintain your distance from him because there are moments, like this one right now, where you fear you will slip up and want too much from him when you're worried he's going to abandon you like everyone else.

You've never wanted someone so much before and it scares you. That's why you have always kept him at arm's length and never ask for more than you absolutely need.

You need to answer him so you say, "I don't know."

"Well, to tell you the truth, you aren't my friend." His words make you meet his eyes and he tells you, "you're much more than that to me."

"What?" You're confused at what he's trying to say.

"I know it's too soon for you, since you're still going through your own stuff but I'm telling you right now that I want to wait for you." Din cups your cheek with his hand, resting it there so he can touch you as he goes, "I'll wait until you're ready to be with me, if that's something you're okay with."

"You want to…" You're baffled. Floored. Stunned. All the words that mean shocked to the very core. You can't comprehend it.

Is he really…does he want to be in a relationship with you? Why would he want something like that?

"I want to be yours so I'll wait until you're ready to be mine." He says with the softest smile you've ever seen. You can't believe it to the point where you have to pinch his face to check if you're dreaming it up and he laughs that beautiful laugh of his in reaction to you. "Ow?"

"You're being serious." You breathe out like it's crazy talk.

"I've been serious about you for a very long time." He pinches you in the cheek.

"Ow!" You groan. Did you pinch him that hard or was he just purposefully trying to make your cheek ache?

"Sorry, you're too cute sometimes. I get carried away." He leans in, nudging you with his nose.

Sometimes, Din acts so innocent and it's just…you're worried you're holding him back. You can't be selfish, which is why you ask, "why would you wait for me? You could have anyone else, so why would you want me?"

He shrugs, saying sarcastically, "I wish I knew."

"You're an ass!" You shove him and he lets out another laugh.

Once his laughing fit subsides, he goes, "do you really want to know?"

"Yes," you reply, "why else would I ask–"

Before you can finish your sentence, Din lays you on your back, getting on top of you. The heat rises in your body all of a sudden as you feel him settle his hips between your legs. He hovers over you, showing you just how much bigger he is in comparison. Your heart is pounding out of your chest when your eyes meet his again.

"I want you because I've had a taste and now I can't live without you." He brushes his lips against your jaw, making you hold your breath to stop yourself from reacting to his touch. "I've fallen head over heels for you. I've never loved someone like I love you."

"You're joking." You don't believe him and he smiles against your cheek, kissing you there.

The butterflies in your stomach are going crazy but you don't want him to move away. You like that he's close to you. You want him here, even if your mind is screaming over it.

"I would never let someone I didn't love see my face." He confesses to you and you swallow, not knowing how to react to that.

"That was a risk, wasn't it? What if I didn't feel the same?" You can't imagine the leap of faith he had to take to put his face out there for you to see like this.

"Does that mean you do?" He smirks and you chew on your lip, feeling exposed. "You don't have to say anything. I'm fine with this being one-sided, as long as I can get the chance to seduce you."

"Excuse me?" You raise your eyebrow at him and he gets closer to you, his lips right up against yours.

You feel every word he says against your lips, "you heard me. I'm going to seduce you into falling in love with me. So, will you let me or not?"

"H-how would I let you?" You have no fucking idea what he's on about. He's literally causing your mind to swirl uncontrollably, like you're running a marathon in your own head.

"All you have to do is lay here and stop thinking so much. Just enjoy yourself. Enjoy me helping you enjoy yourself." His hands slip beneath the shirt you're wearing and your breath hikes all of a sudden.

You haven't felt his hands on your body in so long and yet it feels like it was just yesterday that he touched you for the first time.

With every loving caress, he breathes out a command that makes your whole body tingle.

"Listen to me."

"Lose yourself in me."

"Pay attention to me."

"Let me make you mine."

When did he learn to speak in such a low, seductive tone?

You're going crazy over him…

"Din–"

He cuts you off, his lips brushing against yours. "I love the way you say my name, especially when you–"

You cut him off, screaming, "don't remind me!"

"What? Did it not feel good when you came so hard over the comm link?" He acts as if he didn't hear the entire exchange.

Of course it felt good! You haven't came that hard since…

"You're getting on my nerves." You glare at him. "Don't tease me!"

"But I like teasing you." His hands slide from your sides to your breasts, holding them firmly in his hands. Then, he drags his thumbs over your nipples and you moan out of nowhere, biting your lip to stop yourself from doing it again. "I think you like it too."

"You're annoying." You let out with a huff. "If this is you seducing me, you're doing a terrible job."

"Aww, is it because you want more already?" He taunts you and in retaliation, you lean up to bite his lip, dragging your teeth along it.

"You're the one who wants more." You call out the way he's staring at your lips afterwards.

"I do." He suddenly grinds his hips against yours and you nearly don't hold back your voice in time. "At least I'm not afraid to admit it. Have you always been bad at being honest? You wouldn't tell me you were touching yourself to my voice."

"Because I wasn't!" You exclaim.

"Sure you weren't." He rolls his eyes at you, obviously not believing you.

"I wasn't!" You repeat yourself and then try to explain, "I didn't until you–"

Wait, why are you arguing with him!

"Until I what?" He catches your slip.

"Until you told me to!" You shout back, your face getting warmer and warmer by the second. You can't believe you had to tell him that!

"Who knew you were such a good listener? I guess that suits you, since you came so hard to the sound of my–"

You shove your hands in his face, trying to shut him up. "You're seriously the worst!"

You feel him laugh against your palms before one of his hands slips out from beneath your shirt and snatches your wrists. Your eyes widen as Din pins them above your head.

Then, he leans in to whisper against your ear, "if I'm so terrible, why do you want me to touch you right now?"

His other hand slides between your legs, grazing your inner thighs. You swallow, expecting him to start touching you but he doesn't. He gets close, but then pulls away the moment he's right where you want him, making you squirm.

"Look at you, desperate for something you refuse to admit. Would it be better if I just told you to say it? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." He demands with that newfound dominating tone of his and you shiver, liking it way more than you thought possible. "Show me how good of a listener you really are."

"Just touch me already." You can't handle it anymore.

"Address me correctly and I will." Oh, he's really pushing you now.

"Touch me, sir." You emphasize and you've never seen such a devilish grin before, plastering itself on his face.

"You can be more polite than that." He drags his finger along your folds but way too lightly for you to actually feel anything and you fight against his hold over your wrists but he's much stronger than you. "Quit wriggling and ask me nicely."

It's so hard not to listen to him when he's being so demanding. There's such a thrill to the way he's holding you captive with his voice and his body. You want to let him take you, so you do.

"Please touch me, sir." You give in completely and he rewards you by thrusting two fingers inside of you, making you gasp.

"Now, if I remember correctly, you liked it quite a lot when I did this–" He curls his fingers at the same time as he presses his palm against your clit, rubbing both pressure points at the same time, causing you to shake. "Ah, there it is. Am I in the right place?"

"Yes, sir." You don't want him to stop for any reason, not when you're already on edge. "Please keep going."

"Should I?" He stops all of a sudden, pulling his hand away from you, and you let out a whine, feeling betrayed. "But I thought I was the worst?"

"You're not the worst." You're on the verge of tears from the sudden denial. "I didn't mean that. That's not how I really feel."

"Then, how do you really feel?" His eyes grab your attention and they're so soft and inviting.

That's why you don't hold back.

You meet his gaze with your own, confessing everything you should've a long time ago, "I want you to be mine. I have since the night we spent together, but I was scared. I knew I was your first and I didn't want to take advantage of you. That's why I never said anything. You deserve to experience more than just me. I'm…"

You look away from him for a moment, trying not to self-deprecate. You want to. You really do. You want to tell him that you're not worth this kind of affection. You want to but you can't for some reason. Not when he's looking at you like you're breaking his heart by being so harsh on yourself.

"I'm already yours." Din states firmly, his eyes shifting from soft to fiery as he pulls you back to look at him. "So, stop worrying about whether or not you deserve my love. Listen to me, like the good listener I know you are. Let me love you. Don't hold me back anymore."

"Have I been holding you back?" You don't know why you ask but you can't imagine that he's been stopping himself for your sake.

"I am at my fucking limit." He tells you and you feel the heat flushing your cheeks. "When you called me and all I could hear were those raspy breaths of yours that you were trying to hide, I wanted to leave that gunfight right then and there so I could be the reason you were out of breath. That's how much I want you."

The desire that's radiating off of him, you could almost taste it. Though, that's probably just you craving something else entirely.

Din wants you that much, so why do you keep letting your fears hold you back? Why can't you just give into him like you know you want to?

"Promise me you won't leave afterwards." You wear your heart out on your sleeve. "I don't want to do this if I'm going to be waking up alone after. I want you to stay, Din."

He gives you such a warm smile as he goes, "I never want to leave if you're letting me stay."

"Do you mean that?" You need reassurance.

"I do." He says firmly before kissing your forehead. Then, he switches back to that dominating tone of voice, "now, will you please let me make you come already?"

You let out a laugh because it reminds you of how eager he was for your orgasm over the comm link. So, you decide to tease him this time, "someone really likes giving me orgasms."

"I love making you feel good." His hand is back between your legs and you can't say you aren't grateful for it. "You're so cute when you're high off your orgasms."

"You're really irritating in bed." You comment and he laughs loudly in response.

"You won't be saying that anymore once I start doing this." His fingers slide back inside of you and your back arches at how good it feels. "See what I mean?"

"I thought you were the impatient one." You point out how he's obviously stalling.

"You're right. How rude of me." He starts to curl his fingers again, palming your clit just the way you like to be touched. "Am I doing it right?"

"Yes." You're surprised he still remembers what to do. Has Din been thinking about it?

"You can be a little more enthusiastic." He stops when he says that and you whine, gritting your teeth.

"Would you please stop doing that!" You cry out and he chuckles at your dismay.

"Sorry." He smirks, because he knows he isn't actually sorry. "I just really enjoy seeing the kind of hold I have over you."

"You have the worst hold over me." You tell him, trying to worm your way out of his tight grip to no avail. When you finally give up on your struggle, you confess to him, "I can't stop thinking about you, Din. I want you so badly."

"Tell me more." He starts moving his fingers and you get his game now.

"I want you to keep touching me, please." You outline your desires for him to hear. "I want more than this. I want all of you."

You bite back a whimper as he rubs up against that spot inside of you that drives you insane. When you feel his palm press down on your clit at the same time, you squirm a little more, feeling the tension in your body build too quickly. You feel like you're going to explode from all the edging.

"That wasn't so hard to admit, was it?" His breath tickles your face. "Now, will you come while I kiss you?"

"Yes." You tell him but then he stops again and you wish you could punch him in the face for the constant delay!

"Yes, what?" His voice is low and he's drawing you in with how sultry he's being. "You know what to say if you want it."

You hate that he's doing this to you but at the same time, it makes your heart pound immensely so you let the words spill out of your mouth, "yes, sir. I'll come while you kiss me."

"Such a good listener." He leans in then, his fingers curling back inside of you as his teeth grab a hold of your bottom lip, biting it lightly like you had earlier. "I love the need in your eyes."

"Please shut up and kiss me already." You say out of pure desperation, not being able to stand it anymore.

Din smiles warmly at you before he finally kisses you and you're practically grinding on his hand because you just need this release. He's kept you on the very edge for way too long.

You want him to have his fun but not at your expense!

"You're so mean to me." You breathe out all raspy when his lips part from yours for a moment.

"Don't pretend like you don't enjoy it." His hot breath tickles your lips quite nicely with every word. "Now, are you going to come or do I have to wait again?"

"You're the one making me wait!" If you weren't so close to your orgasm, you'd for sure headbutt him right now.

His eyes shift down to look at his hand between your legs and he goes, "oh, that's right. I should probably do something about that…"

You frown at him. "Stop bullying me and just make me come already, please."

Your words motivate him to actually touch you correctly and you moan at the feeling, grateful that he's finally giving you what you want.

"Faster." You say to him and he listens, thrusting his fingers more, hitting that spot you love so much. "Yes, just like that, don't stop. I'm begging you."

"Say my name when you come, okay?" He instructs and you nod profusely because you're already close.

You don't just say his name once, you keep saying his name over and over again because when your orgasm hits, you're an absolute mess. You can't stop convulsing from the intensity and he only makes it more pronounced by continuing a steady rhythm with his fingers. You bathe in the high of how wonderful it feels to finally get that release and he seems to enjoy it a lot too.

"This is the most beautiful sight in the whole universe." Din whispers to you, kissing your flushed cheeks as he pulls his hands away from you, freeing you from his hold. "I love the way you look like this."

You watch him as he licks his wet fingers, tasting you. You can barely think straight, your head spinning from how hard you came. That's probably why you don't notice him sliding down your body and hooking his arms around your legs.

It isn't until his tongue is on you directly that you go, "w-wait."

He stops because you tell him to and you take a moment to catch your breath. You need a second or else you're going to lose yourself in how good it feels and that's something that worries you.

You don't want to get used to feeling good…

"I'll wait as long as you want me to, but I really don't want to stop." Din starts massaging your skin lightly, pressing his fingertips into your thighs. "Will you let me keep going?"

"You're too focused on me." You don't think through your words before saying them. "I-It's not supposed to always be like when we did it the first time. You don't have to do any more for me."

He tilts his head to the side, confused. "Are you saying you aren't supposed to come multiple times?"

"That's not what I mean!" Ugh, what the fuck are you saying right now?

Are you really this afraid of feeling good?

It might just be better to be honest so you let out with a sigh, "I'm just anxious that you'll feel like you have to do this for me every time. You don't have to."

"Is it hard to believe that I want to?"

You sigh again. "I don't know. A little?"

"Why did you let me before?" Din refers back to the first time and honestly, you don't really know why it was so easy then. Maybe because you knew it was his first time so you wanted to let him do whatever and you weren't really thinking about your own pleasure. You were just a vessel for his exploration.

"I wanted you to be able to try anything since it was your first time. I wasn't really thinking about myself. I guess now that I am, it's…harder?" You aren't making much sense and you curse at yourself. "Fuck, I'm being ridiculous, I'm sorry. I just–"

A part of you is screaming to shut the fuck up and not shove more problems of yours down Din's throat but when he looks at you like he actually wants to hear what's wrong, it feels even more wrong not to open up.

That's why you explain the anxiety you've been harboring, "I've been with people who have told me that I ask for too much and that I should just be happy to get what I've got. They've said things like "oh, you're lucky you can even came once" and "why are you being so needy for more" so…I don't want to come off that way to you. I don't want you to think poorly of me, like I'm desperate to be held and touched and loved. I'm fine without it. I really am."

Though, now that you've said the words aloud, you realize how…forced it sounds. You have to be strong. When you aren't, people find ways to break you down. You need to prevent that from happening which is why you close up like this.

"Just because you're fine without it doesn't mean you can't also want it too." He sounds like he's speaking in a whole different tongue when he says, "you have every right to want what you want and if anyone decides against giving you that, that's not your fault for wanting it in the first place. You shouldn't want less just because someone else doesn't want to give more. It's not fair to you to limit yourself like that."

Are you limiting yourself? You are constantly living in fear that you'll be too much, that you'll drive someone away if you're not exactly who they want you to be.

That's really not a way to live, is it?

"How do I stop thinking like this?" You ask, hoping he has the answer.

He doesn't have an answer. Instead, he has a command, "from here on out, just let things happen. Stop trying to prevent things that haven't even happened yet. Stop worrying about things that might not ever come to fruition. Stop stalling and let me go down on you, please."

You laugh because you realize you've both been having this conversation with Din's face between your legs. He brushes his hair back a little, letting you see the way the curls lay softly on his head. You're eager to mess it up, to get your hand in there.

Is it okay to do that? Is it really okay to just…not worry for a moment?

Or ever?

Can you go with the flow for right now?

You want to try, so you say, "fine, as long as you know you don't need to. You can do it if you really want to. I don't ever want to force you to do anything for me."

"And here I am, wishing you'd force me to do more." He chuckles and you roll your eyes at him.

"You shouldn't say those kinds of things, Din." You lightly scold him because you don't want anyone to ever take advantage of his warmth. "No one should ever force you to do anything."

"You're sweeter than you like to admit." He tells you before you feel his tongue against you again, stealing your breath away. "In more ways than one."

"You are such a bad flirt." You say with an amused smile, your hand finding its way into his hair.

"I'm learning." He uses his inexperience as an excuse and you chuckle at how cute he is. "I think I'm doing a pretty good job seducing you though."

"Yeah? You think so?" You wonder where he got that thought from.

"Why else would you be so ready for me to keep going?" He taps the hand you have in his hair and you feel the heat rush through your body again in response. "Pull on my hair when I'm doing something right. I need practice, after all."

Practice. That's what he's calling this. Even though he remembers exactly how to use his tongue to make you lay back and tug at his hair.

You can't help asking, "do you think about it? The other time we've done this?"

He stops for a moment to answer, "I do. Why?"

"You seem to remember a lot." You note and you feel him smile against your inner thigh.

"I think you're the one forgetting how much time I spent figuring out all the ways I could make you come." He calls you out and you realize…that's…actually true.

Din did spend an awfully long time paying very close attention to you. You didn't think much of it. Though, that most likely was because you were so out of it from all the orgasms, you didn't notice how much time had passed.

"I wish I could see you like that again." He remarks.

You raise your eyebrow at him. "Like what?"

"You were in such a daze from how good it felt that you were just telling me what to do after a while and every time I listened, you had this happy look on your face. It was so peaceful, full of delight."

You can't believe what he's saying. Did you really boss him around like that? You must've been seriously out of your mind.

"I want to see you like that again, so don't bother me anymore. I'm busy." His words make you scoff as he gets back to what he was doing before.

You find yourself closing your eyes, focusing on the way it feels to have him back between your legs. It's like your body remembers how he could make you feel. His tongue glides along with such precision, swirling around your clit at just the right times before dipping away inside of you.

Once you've came from that, Din adds his fingers into the mix, filling you up like he had earlier. Your grip in his hair only gets tighter as your hips start to grind against his face. You shouldn't, but you stop thinking like that.

For once, you let yourself enjoy life a little. You can't keep avoiding pleasure because you're afraid of the aftermath. You'll be okay.

You allow yourself to unravel at his touch again and then you poke at him to stop for a moment, so you can get the reassurance you desire to quell the thoughts pummeling your mind.

"Tell me everything's going to be okay." You ask Din because you need to hear it from him. "Tell me it's okay to drown in you right now."

"Listen to me carefully." He instructs and you're all ears. "Everything's going to be okay. I want you to drown in me, in us. Let's feel good together, okay?"

"Okay." You nod so he shifts to lay beside you once again.

"How do you want me?" Din wants you to pick and your eyes shift downwards, seeing how hard he is through his pants.

There's one way you want him so you answer, "in my mouth."

"Oh." He's taken back by what you said. "Well, in that case, why don't we do it at the same time?"

"But you were just–"

"So?" He interjects before you can argue with him. "I still want more."

You don't have the energy to talk back because you'll need to save your strength to go down on him so you tell him, "just hurry up and lay on your back."

"How about you hurry up and sit on my face?" He smirks and you shove him onto his back.

"Alright." You smirk back and he looks so happy that you're being more playful now.

"Such a good listener." He coos at you mockingly and you shut him up by straddling his face.

"Stop talking and focus on making me come again." You demand and he's very willing to listen.

You regret it slightly because now his lips are wrapped around your clit, sucking on it lightly while you're supposed to be pulling him out of his pants. He's definitely distracting but you push through, getting his cock out.

Is he…bigger than you remember? Your thoughts of that night are fairly hazy but you remember going down on him. He was really shy about it but that doesn't seem like the case anymore.

When did he gain the type of confidence to go, "are you going to put my cock in your mouth or are you just going to stare at it?"

"When did you get so pushy?" You say right before dragging your tongue along the length of his cock, trying to remember the feeling of him in your mouth.

"I've discovered that you like being bossed around." He notes as he slips his fingers inside of you, your legs wobbling a little in response. You have to hold yourself up but fuck, he's not making it easy.

"When did you discover that you liked being in control?" You wonder what triggered that shift in him.

"Probably when you called me "sir". I quite liked that." You can hear the smile in his voice and you smile too.

In a weird way, you like how comfortable you and Din are. Normally sex is very dry and there isn't much banter or lighthearted moments. It's nice to be able to talk like this, even when you're about to be stuffing his cock down your throat.

"Tell me what you want me to do then, sir." You push his buttons a little and you suddenly feel his hand on your head.

"Wrap your lips around my cock." He commands and you listen without hesitation. "What a good listener you are. Now, don't gag."

You're caught off guard when he grabs a fistful of your hair and shoves you right down onto him, filling your mouth up with his cock. It hits the back of your throat almost immediately and you try not to choke on it.

Thankfully, Din pulls you up for air and asks rather sweetly, "are you alright? I didn't mean to be too aggressive."

"I'm great." You say as you lick the saliva dripping off your lips. "I liked that a lot."

"Really? Can I do it again?" You like how excited he sounds.

"Only if I get to look at you while you do." You really want to see his reactions.

"Then you better flip around and sit on my face properly first." He tugs at your legs, urging you to hurry up.

You quickly get off him and readjust until you've got quite the view of Din's face right below you. Your hands immediately grab a hold of your bed frame because he does not waste any time. His tongue goes straight for your clit before you can even process the sight of him between your legs like this. You tremble at the feeling of him flicking it back and forth with the tip of his tongue.

"You're moving too much." Din grips his hands against your thighs, squeezing them to steady you. "Be a good listener and stay fucking still."

"I'm going to come too quickly if you do that." You can already tell you're going to burst if he keeps up that pace.

"You shouldn't have told me that. Now, I only want to do it more." He goes right back to paying close attention to your clit.

You've grown much too sensitive from the orgasms earlier that you're practically clawing at your bed frame to keep yourself from completely going insane. It doesn't help that you enjoy the way his fingers are pressing so harshly into the flesh of your thighs to hold you in place for him to ravage you. You like feeling how strong he is.

"Fuck," you let out with a whimper, "I can't keep it in anymore. It's too much."

You lean forward, resting your forehead against the back of your hands. It doesn't take much longer for you to orgasm, your body quivering from the rough treatment of his tongue. You're hit with such a rush, flooding your mind with stars. The only thing you can really parse out is the sound of Din licking up your orgasm like he's making sure to taste every bit of it.

"I could do that all day." He says before kissing your thighs gently. "Was it good?"

"So good." You breathe out all airy. "You make me feel amazing, Din."

You need a moment to rest so you roll over onto your back, taking in sharp inhales to slow your rapid heartbeat. Din takes the opportunity to get on top of you and soon enough, his lips are on yours. You welcome it, lacing your fingers into his hair, pulling him in closer.

His hard cock rubs up against you as you both kiss and you moan against his lips at the feeling, still sensitive from having just came. He likes the sound you make because he goes, "I love it when you do that. I want to fuck you while we kiss, just like this."

"You can." You offer, your hand slipping down to stroke his cock teasingly for a moment.

"Let me grab some protection then." Din leans over to your bedside drawer but you stop him, taking a hold of his wrist. He looks down at your hand and asks, "what's wrong?"

"I don't have any. We went through it all last time and I haven't gotten anymore."

Plus, you really don't want him to see all the snacks you've stuffed in there to fill the void of your lack of protection…

"Oh fuck." He seems panicked all of a sudden. "I don't want to pressure you. It's unsafe."

"It's okay, Din." You explain so he doesn't worry, "I'll be okay, I have an implant, it's perfectly safe."

"Are you sure? I can go out and get some." His words make you laugh.

"A Mandalorian buying protection? Now that's a sight I'd pay to see." You like how much he cares. It's so sweet and adorable.

"Are you making fun of me?" He glares at you.

"I am." You don't even hide it. "What are you going to do about it?"

"You're just asking to get fucked, aren't you?" He flips into that more dominant tone and you shiver in excitement. "Do you want me to fuck you raw, like an animal?"

"It looks like you're the one who wants it." You point down to his throbbing cock pressed right up against your entrance.

"Give me a clear answer and remember to address me properly." He demands, his eyes staring directly into yours. "Do you want me to fuck you raw, yes or no?"

"Yes, sir." You bite your lip in anticipation.

You've wanted this since the last time and it's actually happening now. You're going to feel all of him, as clear as day.

Din slips the tip inside of you for a moment, only to pull out before he gets any deeper, making you whine. He knows what he's doing. He wants you on edge. He wants you to beg for it.

"You need to get better at telling me exactly what you want." He rubs his cock between your folds, the wet sounds filling the air.

"Please fuck me." You're growing more desperate by the second.

"How?" He wants your guidance, like the last time. You had shown him several different ways, from gentle to rough.

He's letting you choose so you go, "slow but I want you hitting deep inside of me with every stroke."

Din smiles at you, liking your answer. "I'll be a good listener, just like you."

You roll your eyes at him for making such a lame joke but then you can't help smiling back at him, saying, "thank you for answering my call yesterday. You really are a good listener."

"Anytime." His hand reaches out, caressing your cheek before pinching it, pulling a groan out of you. He chuckles then tells you, "now, quit distracting me. I'd very much like to continue."

"You're the one making me wait!" You pout and he immediately steals a kiss on your lips. You grin rather giddily in response. It's nice being casually kissed by him.

"You're so fucking cute when you're happy." Din grabs a hold of your face with his hands, deepening the kiss.

You take the initiative because he's obviously going to keep stalling, so you sneak your hand back down and guide him back to your entrance, adjusting until you can slide him inside of you. All the while, his tongue is wrapped around yours and that combined with him slowly inching deeper inside of you is absolute bliss. Your hands move back into his hair, playing with it between your fingers as you both get closer and closer together.

You tug at his curls when he's all the way in, pressing right up where you want him to be. He thinks that's a sign to part from your lips so he asks with a heavy breath, "do you want me to stop kissing you?"

You shake your head. "I want you to start moving."

"Are you that eager to come on my cock?" He toys with you a little and you're this close to smacking him.

Instead, you let out in a sickeningly sweet tone, "yes, sir. I'm so eager to come on your cock."

"Someone's being bad." The disapproval is written in his stare.

You pretend like you have no clue what he's talking about. "I'm being serious, I'm so needy for you."

Din suddenly pounds into you and you flinch at the feeling of him hitting you so deep with such force. "Whoops, didn't mean to do that."

"You're such a liar." You call him out and he acts as aloof as you were.

"If I'm a liar, what does that make you?" He thrusts into you roughly again after he says that, forcing you to grip the sheets to hold yourself steady. "Why do you look so distressed? I thought you wanted to come on my cock."

"I said I wanted you to go slow." You remind him of what you said.

"You did say that, but I'm pretty sure you were lying because I remember how easily you came when I just kept doing this–" He starts fucking you hard with long, thorough strokes that slam into you all too much, all too quickly and you're whimpering uncontrollably, trying to stop yourself from coming all of a sudden but he's really dragging you to the edge.

"Din, you're going too fast." You can't possibly hold onto the sheets anymore than you're already clawing at them. "I can't–I can't handle it, please–"

"Use your words." He doesn't stop ramming into you as he says, "what do you want me to do?"

You're losing it. You can't think straight. You're way too close. You forgot how big he was and how easily he could rub every sensitive spot buried inside of you with every demanding thrust.

Your eyes roll back when you tell him, "angle yourself upwards just a little more and don't stop fucking me, please."

Din listens to exactly what you want, shifting slightly to accommodate your request. You come almost immediately after that. It's indescribable, how perfect his strokes are. He really does remember what you like because he keeps going, fucking you through your orgasm, knowing you'll easily come again if he does.

"Kiss me." You release your hands from the sheets to grab a hold of his face, pulling him towards you.

Your lips collide with his and he kisses you back right away. The kisses are sloppy because you're high out of your mind from how good it feels but his smile against your lips makes you love it even more.

"You're so tight around me." He sighs against your lips. "I'm going to come soon. Should I pull out?"

"Don't you fucking dare." You're a bit too greedy now, unable to hold it in.

Din laughs that lovely chuckle of his and goes, "you're so beautiful when you're honest."

If that's true, then maybe it's okay to say, "you make me feel so good. I never want this to end."

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning. You aren't the only one who gets to come more than once tonight." He makes that promise and you couldn't be more excited to feel him finish inside of you over and over again.

You pull him in and kiss him like you've wanted to. You spill your desire for him out in every movement, every plea, every orgasm and Din happily goes along with you, enjoying every second of your shared time together.

It isn't until you're on the brink of passing out from how lightheaded you are from all the orgasms that you and Din decide to take a break to refuel a bit. You both share a nice shower and then you tell him about how you've stuffed all the snacks you have in your bedside drawers, a fact that he finds rather endearing.

"That's very convenient." He catches the bag of vegetable crisps you throw at him with ease.

You settle back beside him after grabbing some water and he pulls you closer so you're resting your head against his shoulder as you both sit up in your bed, sharing snacks. It's not all that surprising, but Din hasn't ever tried any of them before so you take the time to open everything you have so he can taste test everything.

"I didn't even know this many snacks exist in the galaxy." He picks randomly at the pile of assorted bags and boxes you have laying out on the bed.

"This is barely the tip of the iceberg. If you want, I can get some other ones for you to try next time." You will have to restock anyways.

"I'd like that." He turns to you and gives you a light peck on the cheek. You feel the heat rise to your face as he says, "I like trying new things with you."

"I like it too." You quickly kiss him on the lips before turning away, your heart racing at a million miles a second. "I've always wanted to do that."

"What else have you always wanted to do?" Din's hand grabs your chin, making you face him, his eyes staring back at you with that intense desire once again.

You lean in and whisper as seductively as you can, "I've always wanted to fuck on a pile of snacks."

You let out a big laugh at your own joke and he shakes his head at you, but a smile forms on his face. "I like this side of you. You seem more comfortable now."

"You make it easy to be comfortable." You lay your head back on his shoulder and he puts his arm around you, hugging you lightly like this. "Thank you for everything you've done for me."

"Sounds like I've successfully seduced you." He smirks rather proudly.

"You're going to need a lot more practice before you get anywhere close to seducing me." You challenge him and he perks up at the proposition.

"Does that mean we can get back to it or should I move the snacks out of the way first?" He playfully asks and you love how easily he makes you smile now.

"You know…there is a guest room." You make an excuse to avoid cleaning up all the snacks.

"Then, how about you go get comfy over there and I'll meet you once I've cleaned up for us?" He nudges you to get up but you feel bad that he's offering to put everything away for you.

"No, it's okay, I got it." You reach for the stuff closest to you but he grabs your wrist before you can take it.

"I said, go wait for me in the guest room." His voice shifts back to that demanding tone. "I want you to relax. I've got it handled, alright?"

You want to protest but…you need to learn that it's okay to let someone help. That's what you wanted. Din is willing to take care of you so you need to let him.

So, you give him a soft smile and then say, "yes, sir."

"I knew you were a good listener." He tells you with a gentle pat on the head. "I'll be sure to fuck you extra well as a reward."

You roll your eyes at him, shoving him before getting up to leave. "You're seriously a terrible flirt."

"And you love it!" He shouts at you as you make your exit and you shake your head at his words.

He's right though.

You really do love it.

Maybe Din has seduced you into falling in love with him…though, he wouldn't even need to. You're already his and you couldn't be happier about that.

A/N: Yay, a cute fluff/comfort oneshot! I've always wanted to write a more playful Din so I experimented with that in this one. I very much enjoy smut that's filled with banter and just overall relaxing vibes because sex doesn't always have to be hot and heavy. Sometimes it's just nice to joke around and have a good time so please let me know if you enjoyed the read! ~ ♡

If you want to read more of my work, be sure to check out my other oneshots, I’ll Take Care of You, Let Me Help You & A Simple White Lie and/or my series, What Color Am I? & Lesson Learned

#din djarin x reader #din djarin smut #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian smut

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Unwelcome (Sabo's Tattered Invitation)

a/n: a lil smth smth for @raptures-finest teehee :3 and thanks to @skylerfox26 for the translations!!

oc x canon, oc-centric (not the same OCs) word count: 1.3k

It was a beautiful, quaint little thing.

Rio would have nothing less than perfection for that goofy doe-eyed kid and their daughter. They could be just as hard to please as their hubby about particulars of the smallest details as the wedding planners were loathe to find out. Well. They were getting paid more than fair also courtesy of Katakuri's treasure hoard so that should've been enough to cover any therapy costs needed.

What mattered was that Andy and Koala were happy and having the best day of their life. Rio even pulled Noire and Alto aside to help with the weather of all things. Absolutely nothing was to go wrong on today of all days.

What did darken the reception's doorstep, however, was something that Andy begged and pleaded for - Rio's initial response was an immediate and firm no, he could hear how uneasy Koala was over the phone in the conversation that ensued after, how Ace pleaded to vouch for his brother.

Despite all odds, Andy wore the two of them down. Sabo was allowed entry like an unsightly old toy dragged on the floor by a toddler to a fancy dinner if only to placate them and reduce the parents' headache.

When Dragon's dog walked in beside Fire Fist himself, taking the plus one of what would usually go to Yamato, Deuce on Ace's other arm, Rio downed another glass of wine. Ace at the very least had the decency to look sheepish under the warning look they shot him when he waved.

Keep him on a tight leash.

They'd send the Spade pirates home with a doggy bag and an extra bone for Yam as compensation. Right now Rio would have much preferred the rowdiness Kaido's son brought as opposed to the "guest" Andy personally wanted there.

Strawhat Luffy, of course, was banned altogether. Ace could vouch for one brother but he was fully aware of the chaos that the other brought, and no one here wanted to deal with the Marines' armed militia or some secret villain this island actually housed ruining the function.

Robin was allowed to bring her hubby because Koala wanted her there and Brook of course supplied the music for the night at Andy's request, both men openly sobbing at different points of the evening over "young love" - but three Strawhats were already more than Rio was willing to swing normally.

Andy and Koala had gotten them to sit down for a short forty-five minutes to eat and Rio even played the piano with Brook's accompaniment on the violin, stealing a kiss or two from their captain's table, letting Alba fix his dress shirt while they talked about where the kids would go from here with Violet, watching Katakuri and Kaku both flounder at social interaction under a little teasing.

From scrutinizing the catering's plating and flower arrangements clipboard in hand, to yelling at Ace for being faced down in his hors d'oeuvres. All of this between keeping a close eye on the happy couple, Rio would consider the night more or less a success.

As the festivities died down and Rio slipped away for a smoke, that damn toy finally crept out from the shadows. Sabo cleaned up nice in his freshly laundered three-piece with that ridiculous top hat and cravat he insisted on wearing everywhere but Rio saw right through him.

Buttons for eyes hanging lose on old thread, fabric thinned from being put in the wash one too many times, bits of stuffing trailing his every step. It was so worn and battered you'd think they'd let the family dog have a go at it before coming here.

Someone with no face in the mirror desperately cobbling together a human veneer.

"You've been avoiding me all night."

"Yet you still can't seem to take hint, can you?"

Sabo's expression pinched at the utter lack of emotion in that response, teeth set so tightly against each other he might just reset his jaw. He wasn't even worth looking at.

"Why."

"What?" Rio turned with their eyebrows knitted in the way that Sabo could recognize as annoyance. Okay, he could work with annoyance.

"I mean why are we always like this, why couldn't we just sit down and have a nice, normal—"

"I avoided you because I wanted to have a pleasant evening without any of this "nicety" nonsense," Rio flicked their gaze below to light up another cigarette, "you know I'm the last person that wants you here, so I don't understand why do you keep pushing."

When their eyes met again hers were once again cold and as Rio turned to leave. Losing that inch of expression that he managed to eek out from them, even if through irritation, Sabo felt his stomach hit the floor.

"I don't get why you keep running away from me, why do you hate me so much? Anything I do isn't enough for you, so just tell me how I can fix this! Why—Why did you abandon me?!"

Sabo laid chase. He was losing important ground, what exactly that was supposed to mean he couldn't quite parse right now. In a mild state of panic, he grabbed Rio's arm in an attempt to get them to stay. Instead, he felt the reflexive flinch, saw the look in her eyes, right before Rio yanked it away.

Oh.

"Rio, I-"

"Stop trying." They punctuated their words with a step back up the stairwell, until they stood at full height again.

"If you pulled your head out of your ass for as long as it takes you to lie to yourself non ti illuderesti che non ci sia una buona ragione per cui sei qui. You are here, because of whatever good graces luce dei miei occhi Constantine still has for your presence."

Rio always towered over Sabo even back when he was young and they still had a good relationship but little else made him feel as small as how he did in this moment right now as they walked him back to the railing.

"What you will not do, Sabo, is stand here and pretend that you are the most put upon man in the world because I won't waste my night listening to you blow smoke up everyone's ass.

We did our best to keep you out of Dragon's reach because she knew he'd turn you into a monster and we lost everything. I didn't have my future go up in flames just for you to destroy Andy's happiness on a selfish whim, quindi non puoi sederti qui and whine to me about being left behind."

For the first time in—fuck, forever, he guessed—Sabo saw what genuine anger looked like on Rio's face.

But for all the guilt and regret that he regularly tamped down beginning to swirl and spiral inside of him, the central emotion that maybe even protected his mind from the rest of those heavy feelings was confusion at one particular word.

""We"?"

Rio's gaze took on a frightening chill, like they'd accidentally exposed something precious and unfathomably raw, before it slipped back into that usual blank slate.

Just behind the shape of their shoulders, Sabo barely made out the glow of Haki in someone's eyes before an unbelievable pressure threatened to crush him. Rio simply turned with a passive raised hand, "I'm fine, Kat. Lets go back for dessert."

Sabo couldn't see her face anymore but he could almost hear how exhausted Rio was. And with a few clicks of their heels down the stairs, Sabo was left to catch his breath alone.

Slumped against the balcony while his best friend and the love of his life enjoyed the rest of their wedding.

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vii. the accident

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summary: jason gets injured at night, a lucky bullet that managed to hit him: nothing can ease the pain. nothing but her.

pairing: jason todd x assasin!reader

warnings: blood, injuries, guns

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Ra's hadn't come to visit her anymore after that morning, but she could feel his presence everywhere she went, watching and supervising her, like a vulture.

She hadn't seen Jason either, but his presence felt like a weight hanging over her shoulders too, threatening to crash her to the ground every time she took a leap.

Jason hadn't felt much different: he was empty. As if someone had dug a hole into his being, carved out something necessary for living. Not surviving, but living.

He went on with his life, seemingly a little more reckless, a little more ruthless in his patrols. It was a kind of therapy for him; the thugs he beat up didn't appreciate it very much, but they couldn't object either way.

This recklessness was a mistake, Jason knew it: recklessness meant being more exposed to risks, but in that particular moment he didn't care. In that particular moment, as he mercilessly sent thug after thug to the ground, he didn't care. Not even as one of them cocked his gun. Not even as he took aim. Not even as he shot him.

Too close, too precise; a lucky bullet, Jason thought, but still a bullet, now lodged in his ribs. He didn't care: he took everyone out, every single one on the ground, either unconscious or writhing in pain.

Jason set back his revolvers in his sheaths, stumbling back and away from the scene. He mumbled a couple of curses, bringing his hand to his stomach to check the condition. His glove was a deep crimson, and he started feeling slightly light-headed. He had to get home. Quickly.

As he walked, trying to run, he didn't care about the sounds he made, didn't care about who heard him. But she heard him, she always did.

He tripped over a curb, falling on the ground, just a few more steps and he was home. He was so close, and he felt like giving up. He didn't want to die again, but resting, just a moment, sounded nice. So nice.

He felt a pair of hands trying to haul him up, hoisting him up by his shoulders. "God, you're heavy, Todd!"

He chuckled, recognizing the voice. He wasn't sure why, but it felt like the right reaction in the moment. He did his best to get up, just to see her and there she was, so pretty despite the angry and just a little worried expression on her face.

She put her arm under his own, guiding him towards his apartment, but he was slipping.

"You have to help me out here, if you fall again i doubt i could get you back up." She intimidated, panting slightly as she did her best to help him towards the door.

He gathered the last bit of strength he had to get inside, crashing to the ground with a heavy sigh. She got inside after him, much more gracefully than him, and crouched down at his side. She removed his armor, lifting his shirt.

"I don't think now's the time for that," he uttered, the urge to make her uncomfortable too strong. "Although you know i will never say no to it." Or you, he wanted to add. He didn't.

"Where is your medkit?" She asked, ignoring him, and he felt like laughing again. He would have, if it hadn't hurt his stomach to do so; he resorted to a small smile that, mixed with pain, looked more like a grimace.

"Under the sink," and she sprang to action again. She got back, kit in hand. She opened it, but he stopped her, laying his still bloody hand on hers. "I can do it."

"You can't keep your eyes open, Todd," she said, preparing to treat the wound. "If i let you do it, you're probably gonna stitch the wrong hole."

"Always so little faith in me," he conceded, letting his head drop on the floor and relaxing.

She pierced his skin with the needle, and he refrained from smacking her hand away. It didn't take much for her to patch him up again, to clean the blood from his skin. She then turned towards the kitchen and returned with something in her hand.

"Come on, get up," she said, helping him up again and leading him to his bed. She put the bag she was holding on the wound and cold immediately spread on his body.

"How kind of you lending me your ice," he said.

She lifted her eyes and found him staring, with not one ounce of shame. She got up from the bed without a word, but he grasped her wrist. "Stay tonight?" He didn't mean to sound so vulnerable, but maybe that's what almost bleeding out made you feel like. "In case i need my favorite nurse again, you know?"

She shook her head, rolling her eyes, and moved to go anyway, but he tightened his grip, only slightly. "Please." He added, a silent whisper, more like a prayer.

She looked at him for a long moment before sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Just to make sure you don't bleed out in your sleep."

"Very kind of you," he concluded.

He let go of her wrist, letting his hand slide down to hers. She intertwined her fingers with his and it was with a content sigh that he let himself find sleep.

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heygerald · 1 year

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HEART MECHANICS - PART 6/9

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x oc

People come and go, but as Matty sits through the funeral of her godfather, she starts to realize that sometimes change isn’t bad. Some people don’t belong in her life, but some certainly do.

When she starts to realize that there’s a particular pilot that she wouldn’t mind sticking around longer than normal, she has to ask herself how much she’s willing to change for the better.

Read the story here: part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / ... / part 7 / part 8 / part 9

The funeral came and went in the blink of an eye.

Matty had spent the last couple of days in, admittedly, a sort of haze that made it difficult to keep track of how much time was passing. It was made worse from the fact that she took a few days off of work; though, she supposed if she hadn’t, the rest of the crew would have forced her out the front door anyways. They may have loved her, but she was no help to anyone when she couldn’t focus on a simple task at hand, and her current emotional state was so utterly fucked that she truly wasn’t sure if she would rather burst out into tears or beat the shit out of whichever ugly face she had to see next.

So, all in all, it was best that she didn’t go on base until things evened out.

The only thing that kept her feeling normal was the parade of friends she had stopping by for shared meals, coffee, and movies. Bradley had even stayed far into the night—to the point that he only left because she forced him out the door upon seeing the bright red blinking numbers on her clock that proved their little share fest had unintentionally spilled well into the AM—and though he was busy with Top Gun, he had still managed to stop by two more times since to see how she was doing.

Which...

Matty didn’t even want to think about how that made her feel.

She hadn’t cried in front of him; that was something positive at the very least, but, she had shared more with him that night out on her back porch than she had done in a very long time. Most of the things she said were unknown to everyone but the very people involved, Frank, and Gottfried (the potted ficus she talked to when she was bored, and, well, he was pretty much dead considering she always forgot to water him, so Matty wasn’t all that worried about him spilling her secrets).

Really, though, it had felt good to talk to someone about her childhood, about the things that shaped her into the firecracker she was today. Even more, it felt good to have someone that understood just what she was saying.

And Bradley Bradshaw? Well, he understood things that no one else ever had.

But he also had a starry-eyed smile that made her want to get to know him better, an easy going personality that made it pretty fucking difficult to dislike him, and, for some reason, he seemed intent on getting to know her too.

All warning signs.

All reasons to abort, abort, abort.

Maybe that’s why she hadn’t responded to any of his texts since he had stopped by in the middle of the day to bring her coffee and bagels from the local bakery, inquiring how she was doing? and do you need anything from me? That had nearly sent Matty into a spiral to the point that she snagged the coffee with nothing more than an abrupt thanks before she slammed the door in his face.

He hadn’t minded. Well, maybe he had a little bit because apparently he stopped by the motorpool after class that night to ask Frank about how Matty was doing.

“Is this gonna be a thing now or somethin’?” he asked her when he strode through her front door with dinner in hand. “Because I’m not a fuckin’ dog, Matts. If he keeps pesterin’ me I’m gonna have to put his head through a wall.”

“He’s just being nice,” Matty had assured him.

“Nice,” Frank deadpanned. “And since when exactly did you have anythin’ to do with anybody that was fuckin’ nice?”

She had no answer, and the night moved on when Matty simply shot him a fearsome look. They spent the rest of the evening in relative silence. Frank asked nothing else about it, either, when he picked her up to drive her to the funeral.

The funeral.

Just another reason why Matty didn’t have the time or energy to worry about why she couldn’t seem to stop thinking about the pilot. Of course, that relief was momentary when the Top Gun cadets showed up in their dress whites to show their respect. Bradley’s head had whipped across the grass to her the moment she stepped out of Frank’s truck as if he had been waiting for her. Thankfully though he didn’t approach her; faltering when he witnessed the rest of her family gather around Matty’s back in a darkly dressed blob. Still, when he caught her eye, his gaze was concerned as he offered an encouraging smile.

Matty had done nothing in return. Just settled beside her father at the graveside while they prepared for the three volley salute to begin.

“That was a nice ceremony,” her sister said after it was all finished. She was dressed to the nine’s in a sleek, velvet dress, hair professionally curled, makeup so heavy that the sisters couldn’t have looked more dissimilar if they tried. “What’s the point of the shooting, though?”

“It’s a sign of respect,” she answered.

Tabitha clearly didn’t understand that. Then again, there were a lot of things that her younger sister didn’t understand when it came to the military. She supposed that was her dad’s fault, though. Rick had tried so desperately hard to instill a love for all things Navy into his first daughter, that her mother, Shirley, had practically made him promise to do nothing of the sort with the other Neven children.

And what Shirley wanted... well, Shirley usually got.

“Is that everything? Or is there something else that we need to go to?”

“What?” Matty sniped. “Can’t wait to put on a dress with a little bit more color?”

Her sister shot her a cool look in response; not a grimace, Tabitha Neven never did something as untoward as grimacing, but very nearly there. “My feet hurt. I just want to change into something more comfortable, is all.”

Matty couldn’t even stop the scoff that fell from her lips.

“You’re the one that decided to wear nine inch heels to a funeral,” she pointed out while crossing her arms tightly over her chest. She was getting the distinct need for a cigarette right about now, but she knew that if her mother ever caught her with one, she would be lectured about it until one of them died.

“Oh my god, can you not start a fight right now, Matty? It was a simple question.”

Matty had a few choice words to say to that. Mostly that she wasn’t the one that started it, but she would certainly be the one to finish it if Tabitha couldn’t stop acting like a tinsel-town barbie. That would have been a kitschy thing to say at a graveyard, however.

Options.

Not that it mattered. Frank appeared at her elbow before she could spit it out. Or just lunge at her sister.

“I think Matty has an extra pair of sneakers in the back of my truck, if you’re interested,” he grumbled. Matty never did figure out how he always managed to know when she was about to lose her temper, but right now, she didn’t bemoan his skills.

Tabitha, on the other hand, stiffened underneath Frank’s shadow. “Oh, um, well that’s certainly nice of you to offer, Franklin, but I’d rather not.”

“Franklin?” Matty snorted.

Tabitha narrowed her eyes, lips curling into a deep mauve sneer, and once more Frank managed to step between the quarreling siblings with ease. “I think that Shirley was lookin’ for ya; said somethin’ about flower arrangements for the family.”

Tabitha backed down almost immediately. When she whipped her head around in search of her mother, her daisy scented perfume wafted in the air. “Oh, thanks, she wanted my help in picking out the best arrangements for the Kazansky’s to take home,” she said. Their mother had already made her way into the parking lot with a few of the other wives, and Tabitha straightened with purpose. “I’ll go help her.”

Her sister walked with impressive balance through the grass.

Matty was just glad that she was gone. “You are such a doll, Franklin, with impeccable timing, too. Were you eavesdropping on the conversation or did Rick make you promise to keep me out of trouble?”

His mouth quirked at the side into a somber, but crooked smile. “Since when have I ever been able to keep you out of trouble, Matts? But no, I weren’t eavesdroppin’. Just came over to see if you were ready to go get some food.”

“Ah, that makes more sense,” she clicked her tongue, toeing the ground with her boot as she watched some of the mourners move idly past towards their vehicles. The cadets still remained in a group off to the side, and opposite of them she could pick out a few gray haired old-timers in conversation. She didn’t feel a need to rush off just quite yet. “Did Mom actually even need Tab?”

Frank hesitated.

Matty simply laughed. “You must really be hungry to step between the two of us. She can be just as mean as me, you know. Tabitha is the one that taught me to pull hair in a fight.”

Whether he believed her or not was unimportant as he simply arched a brow at her with a dry look. “I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry.”

“Aren’t you?”

She shook her head. “Not really.”

“Have you eaten anything at all today?”

Matty shot him a look. “You don’t need to coddle me, Frank,” she told him, a little bit snippy, a little bit tired. He was unbothered by her tone, though, and just lifted a brow patiently. To that, she responded with a sigh. “Jesus, yes, I managed to eat a little bit for breakfast, and then I had a granola bar not too long ago. Not exactly the portions of a champion, but still something.”

He seemed pleased with that. If Frank was ever the type of person to be pleased about anything at all. “Penny is hostin’ at The Hard Deck after this, think Rick and some of the old-timers are orderin’ pizza for everyone.”

The thought of pizza was so entirely unappetizing that Matty turned away with a grimace. “I think I’d rather just settle for a couple of drinks instead.”

Frank said nothing in response. Just opened up his suit jacket to withdraw a battered flask out, which he promptly took a swig from before offering it out to her. Matty, both impressed and in disbelief, curled a sharp brow at her friend.

“Seriously?”

He shrugged. “Do you want some or not?”

“I—shut up,” she growled before she did, in fact, snag it from his hands to take a long pull as well. A bad idea considering she hadn’t asked what was in it in the first place. She made a face that couldn’t have been considered attractive. “What in god’s name is that?”

Frank’s eyes twinkled as he said, “shine.”

“You’re a horrible, horrible man, Franklin.”

To that, he grinned. “I figured we might need something a little bit stronger than your dainty little drinks. Plus, Ice liked moonshine every once in a while. Thought it would be appreciated today. Not to mention that half of the old-timers have been sippin’ on flasks since this mornin’. At least I’m a little subtle ‘bout it.”

Matty rolled her eyes... but then took another sip for good measure.

She still made a disgusted face at the burn, but Frank was right, Ice did enjoy a shot of moonshine every now and then. He could be a pristine and well mannered Commander when he wanted to, but that had come with years of experience in the military and a nice salary. Tom Kazansky had been born into a lower class family in the hills of West Virginia. There was only so much pretending he could do before he would call on the old habits of his childhood.

Frank had bonded well with him over that, bringing a bottle of moonshine every time he was invited to a barbeque at the Kazansky residence.

Sarah gave the boys a pointed look in turn, to which Ice would promise that they would be on their best behavior. Even when they weren’t, though, Mrs. Kazansky would turn a blind eye to their rowdiness with a fond smile peeling at the corners of her mouth.

“Thanks,” she muttered while handing the flask back with a begrudged smile.

Frank dipped his head in understanding of where her thoughts had drifted to. His dark gaze swept her over from head to toe and back again. It made Matty’s skin crawl to have anyone watch her in the way that he did, with concern or pity or sadness, but it had been a long day on top of a long week.

Sometimes, having a friend to care wasn’t the end of the world.

“And... thanks for coming with me,” she said, lip pulled between her teeth.

“Course,” he muttered. Dipped his head to the side with a little bit of consideration, before adding, “Ice was a good man.”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “He was.”

Frank nudged her with the crook of his elbow, and this time, when he ducked his head into her line of sight, the concerned look had been replaced with something she dared to call amusement. “I’m always gonna be here for ya, Matts. We’ve been through too much shit for me to jump ship at this point. It would just be a damn waste of the last decade of my life.”

“We’ve known each other for four and a half years, Frank.”

“Yeah, well, time is relative and all that shit, ya know?” he said, pondering, and she would have been surprised by his poeticism if he hadn’t opened his mouth to say something else. “An hour feels a lot more like a minute when I’m with you. Especially when you don’t shut the fuck up. You’re the reason for all by fuckin’ gray hairs.”

She shoved him away from her with an eyeroll.

Frank just laughed boyishly while Matty tried not to curse him out in front of the few groups of people that remained. It didn’t work very well, however, and in the end her tantrum seemed to draw a couple pairs of eyes.

“You better not be messing with Frank, Matilda,” a warm voice drawled. Frank perked instantly upon hearing Rick’s cadence, and Matty—despite herself—found herself biting back a laugh at the idea that her father was, of course, coming to Frank’s rescue as if he were a child. “I don’t think anyone wants a repeat of what happened last Christmas right now.”

Matty crossed her arms even tighter over her chest as she turned to find her father striding towards the pair with Maverick and Penny at his sides.

Rick Neven was a good looking man for his age.

Spry, tall, with hair that had gracefully begun graying at the edges but not enough to sour the youth that shone in his bright gaze, it was easy for Matty to imagine him as a young cadet at Top Gun. With Ice, she was sure, the pair hadn’t tried too hard to get big egos. Maverick often joked that the callsign Hollywood was more of an insult than anything else where the entire crew would badger him every time he strode by with a pair of aviators slung on his flight suit (when’s the next spray tan, Hollywood? or if you’re trying out for the next Clint Eastwood movie, the studio is that way!). But, just as Ice had, Rick had slowly grown out of his egotistical persona, and over the years his smile had become a little less practiced and a little more earnest. Now, when he smiled, Matty swore she felt sunshine.

“You two wouldn’t be friends if it wasn’t for me,” Matty told her father snootily as he clapped a hand onto Frank’s shoulder. “And, for the record, usually if a girl is having to fight off a guy twice her size people would be worried. Not accusatory.”

Rick laughed as Frank snorted. Neither were convinced with that sort of logic.

“Sure, kid,” he said before ruffling her hair with his free hand. Matty swatted him away as best she could with as fearsome of a glower as she could manage, but he remained unfazed. “Then again, I know you pretty well. If you got into a fight with a wolverine, I think I might feel bad for the wolverine.”

Matty flattened her hair with a disbelieving scoff.

Frank just shrugged, swigging from his flask, before offering it to Rick. Unlike Matty, her father didn’t even hesitate to take a long, deep gulp. When he came back up for air, he cast the flask an appreciative smile. “I knew there was a reason that I liked you, Skelton.”

“Ugh, I hate both of you.”

“That’s not exactly the kind of talk I was expecting to hear at a funeral,” Maverick quipped in amusement as he caught up to Rick’s longer strides. Penny seemed less amused and a little more somber despite the light-hearted joking, and Matty didn’t even mind when the older woman pulled her into a one armed hug. His eyes brightened when he saw what was going on. “Are you two seriously drinking out of a flask—?”

“Thank you!”

“—without offering to share?”

Matty threw her hands up into the air with a groan. Maverick, only having caught the tail end of the conversation, paused with the flask raised halfway to his mouth. His gaze darted between it, to her, and then back again. Hesitantly, he extended the silver container in her direction. “Did you... want some?”

She returned the question with a sharply arched brow.

“I’d just leave that alone, Mav,” Frank snorted. The pilot did as told. Swallowing some of the moonshine, he wiped the back of his mouth, and handed it back to Frank. The container was nearly empty now much to the mechanic’s dismay. “Good thing I didn’t bring the expensive stuff.”

“Do you even have expensive stuff?” Matty snarked.

“I think we have a bottle or two of moonshine at the bar that you can drink after this,” Penny inserted with an amused look between everyone. Years ago, when she had first started dating Maverick, he had tried to explain his relationship with Goose’s and Hollywood’s kids. She hadn’t quite understood it—after all, Maverick could barely make a commitment to her, let alone someone else’s children—but the more she got to see the way his shoulders seemed to lighten whenever Matty was around, the more she was starting to grasp how he needed them more than they might have needed him.

“I am not drinking moonshine,” Matty said abruptly.

“Why?” Frank groused with a gleam in his eyes. “Afraid that you might end up sleeping with a—?”

“Frank Skelton, don’t you fucking say it!” she shrieked, voice echoing louder than she had meant. Then again, there was no one around to mind all that much, and those that were around knew Matty well enough to know that this was nothing more than usual behavior.

Still, the crew of cadets all glanced her direction. If she had been paying attention to them she might have caught the confused looks as people wondered why exactly the bad mouthed blonde from the motor pool was in conversation with Maverick and Hollywood of the golden days. As it were, however, Matty was too busy glowering at everyone to notice anything else.

“And there goes my eardrum,” Rick joked. “Jesus, kid, I think you should consider laying off of the caffeine for a bit.”

“Oh my god, Dad—”

“Come on,” he abandoned Frank to now throw an arm over his daughter’s shoulders carelessly. Matty was a tall girl, but Rick still had a good couple of inches on her, and she had to tilt her head back to glare properly at the man. “We can all get along, can’t we?”

“He’s a menace.”

“You’re one to talk,” Frank grumbled. Mav let out a loud laugh at how sharply Matty turned to snap at him, but when Penny nudged him sharply in the ribs, he tried to cover it up with a cough.

“Alright kids, c’mon, let’s pack it up. We can always fight it out when we get to the bar,” Rick interrupted their glares to tug Matty harder into his side.

“I’d really rather they didn’t fight it out at my bar,” Penny added from the back of the group.

“Aw, come one, Benjamin, it’s The Hard Deck. Back in the day, there was always someone throwing hands over one thing or another.”

“Yeah, sure. Usually you and Ice against whatever idiots tried to knock your egos down a peg,” she retorted. Maverick laughed at the zinger before Penny narrowed her eyes at him. “You too, Mav. Don’t think I missed the stories of all the girls that shot you down when you got one too many drinks in you.”

“I’d... like to think that I’m done chasing girls,” Mav hedged.

Matty rolled her eyes at the ill attempt at appeasing Penny. “Smooth.”

“Smoother than he used to be,” Rick muttered into her ear. She didn’t doubt that fact for a moment, and the idea of a younger Maverick fumbling with the ladies was enough to lift her spirits as they made it to the parking lot. “So, drinks? What do you say, kid?”

Matty mirrored the look that her father was giving her.

Penny, not having been around the pair ever before, was startled to find that Matty’s patented mischievous smirk was something that she had inherited from her father. Suddenly, she had a migraine forming between her temples when she realized just how much trouble this group was going to bring with them tonight.

“Well, old man, are you driving or am I?”

---

“You seem quiet,” Rick said later that night, having found Matty slumped halfway onto one of the back booths. She perked a bit when her father slid in to the seat across from her, before withering when she caught the concerned look in his eye.

Matty quirked a brow challengingly. “Would you be less worried about me if I was standing up on the bar singing It’s Raining Men?”

“I think I’d be more concerned, actually. That’s a horrible song. And a bit of bad taste given the circumstances, kid.”

“Hilarious,” she deadpanned before returning to her straw. Penny had offered Matty her top shelf tequila earlier, but for once in her life, she hadn’t been all that interested in getting wasted. A peculiar thing, mind you, and though Matty was just as disgusted with herself as Frank was, Penny had simply made her a mixed cocktail with an understanding look.

Frank had been right about one thing; it was a dainty looking drink.

But it tasted good, and Penny had even stuck a cute little umbrella into it.

“You doing okay?” Rick asked, eyes trailing the very drink in question.

It wasn’t that Matty was an alcoholic. She wasn’t. If anything, she had a minor nicotine addiction and a major caffeine addiction. There was no need for alcohol in that mix. But her friends and family knew that Matty liked to relax when out at the local bars; seeing her sit in the back corner of her favorite bar with a drink the color of her sister’s favorite lipstick was slightly concerning.

“Fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.”

“That’s lame, Dad,” she deadpanned, unimpressed, and borderline annoyed. “Even for you.”

Rick let the insult wash over his shoulders with nothing but an exaggerated groan as he stretched his legs out beneath the table, arm thrown over the back of the vinyl booth with a half-hearted glance around at his life long friends. There was something forlorn there, but something satisfied as well. “Yeah, I know. I think I’m finally starting to get old, Matts. Seeing all the new cadets out here is making my back hurt.”

To that, she snorted into her drink. “Have you met any of them yet? I think they’ll make your brain hurt too once you get talking.”

“Met a few,” he hemmed. Then added, almost conspiratorially, “they’re not all that bad. Although, there is one, a blonde fella, that’s a bit of a...”

“Prick?”

“I was gonna say ass,” he remarked offhandedly. “But that works too.”

Matty laughed under her breath with a quick glance towards the other side of the bar. She could spot Seresin across the distance easily; he had been hanging around the pool table since the moment everyone stepped inside The Hard Deck. Merlin and Wolfman were currently in a game against him and Payback. The competition seemed a bit heated, though, and she wondered if the old-timers were going to call him out for his attitude.

“The prick is named Hangman,” she told her father. “And, yeah, pretty much everything thinks that he’s a prick too. I was wondering if it’s a blonde sort of thing.”

Rick arched a brow at his daughter. “You’re a blonde.”

“And so are you,” she furthered her point. “Like I said.”

She was sure that he wanted to be offended—after all, his daughter just called him a prick to his face—but they didn’t have the usual sort of father-daughter relationship. Though he had always wanted her to follow in his footsteps, had been undeniably disappointed when she hadn’t, Rick Neven had never wanted anything for his daughter but the best. He was the sort of dad that beamed with pride when she hit the neighborhood bully; laughed when she said something undeniably inappropriate, but also undeniably funny.

“He reminds me of Ice.”

Matty’s amusement faded. “Don’t say that,” she groaned, umbrella falling away from her hands as she let her head thump against the booth. Hair, straightened for once, trailed in every which direction. “I can’t stand Seresin. I like to think that Ice wasn’t that bad back in the day.”

He laughed under his breath. “Maybe he wasn’t that bad, no, but you know how egos between pilots can get. I’m ashamed to say that we weren’t all that different back then. Maybe better looking, but...”

“Humble, too.”

“At least I’m self aware.”

“I’m sure that’s what wooed mom in the first place.”

Rick scoffed at the mention of his wife, though, as always, there was a fond smile stuck in place when he glanced around the room to find her. When he caught sight of her on the back patio with Sarah and Tabitha, there was something nearly wistful in his expression that had Matty turning away.

“Your mom was the only lady out there that couldn’t have given two shits about my skills as a pilot. Pretty sure she would have preferred if I was something boring, actually. It took me three months just to convince her to go on a date.”

“A questionable choice.”

“Hey now,” he kicked her with his boot. “You’re the result of that questionable choice, kid. You might want to lose a bit of the ‘tude.”

She wouldn’t. He knew that. Neither really cared.

“Ice was proud of who you turned out to be, Matts. You know that don’t you?”

Her cheeks flushed a bright red at the sudden comment. It wasn’t the first that she had gotten that day; Sarah had said much the same earlier when Matty had been helping clean everything up at the church. Mrs. Kazansky had always been soft on the blonde mechanic seeing as how Matty had been born before the Kazansky’s own children had. It was nice to hear then, a bit of a tearjerker, but nice.

Now, however, as she sat in a room steadfastly determined to enjoy the good memories rather than wallow in the bad feelings, she almost sort of hated her father.

“Dad,” she snapped.

Rick was quick to throw his hands up in a sort of surrender. It didn’t feel like a victory, though, and Matty turned back to her drink with a glower. “I know, I know. I’m not trying to upset you or anything. I just wanted to make sure that you knew that. Ice never stopped bragging about you or asking about you when you stopped telling him how things at work were going.”

“I get that, that’s nice, it’s nice to hear and whatever,” she argued a bit too hotly for their little corner of peace while waving her hands around in a vague gesture of something. “But, seriously, can we just... not?”

His eyes surveyed her face for a long, hard moment. Looking. Searching.

Hurting.

But eventually he backed down and plastered that family smirk back onto his face. She liked that even less. Especially when his gaze caught on something over the crest of her shoulder. “Alright, fine. Would you rather talk about the kid?”

Matty’s face scrunched in confusion. “The kid?”

“Yeah, you know, the one that’s been staring at you with puppy dog eyes for the last two hours. Pilot. About six foot. Nice hair, actually. Muscular, too.”

“Oh my god, shut up!” she hissed with bright red cheeks.

Rick laughed so loud she was worried someone might come over to check on them. “Oh, so you know who I’m talking about? That’s good to know.”

“No, no it’s not. Because—because there’s nothing to know, so.”

“Nothing to know.”

“Right.”

“He’s just some pilot.”

“Absolutely.”

“Well, that’s good then,” Rick said, straightening in his seat as he took a sip of his beer. From behind the bottle, he then added with a nonchalant shrug of the shoulders, “real good considering the fact that he’s on his way over here right now.”

“What?!”

Her father was a liar, Matty was sure, but as she whipped her head in every which direction she did notice a very familiar suit of white approaching from the other side of the bar. Bradley hadn’t seemed to hear to screech, thankfully. Frank had, though, and his gaze was firmly stuck on her to the point that she knew he was never gonna let her forget anything about this situation. He nodded at a few of the other cadets before coming to a stand next to their table.

Only then did he notice the blush shrouding her features.

“Uh,” he hesitated. “Hi. Is this a bad time or...?”

“Not at all,” Rick said before Matty could tell him that yes, this was a very bad time, go away and take me with you. He was nothing but suave, however, as he gave Bradley a boyish grin. “Matts was just filling me in on all the new cadets.”

Bradley brow arched high. Curiously, he asked, “oh?”

“Not about you,” she told him a little bit too quickly for comfort. He didn’t seem to know how to take that, but her dad did. Rick’s grin inched wider behind his beer. She kicked him as hard as she could in the shins in turn. The bastard didn’t even flinch. “He was telling me about which cadets he thoughts were pricks. Naturally, I pointed out Hangman to him.”

“Oh,” Bradley relaxed. Then chuckled. “Yeah, the two of them don’t get along all that well.”

“Matts doesn’t get along with any pilot all that well. At least, not usually.”

She kicked him again. The table rattled. His beer, however, was in hand and completely unaffected. His eyes brightened beneath her withering glare when she had to catch her drink before it could fall over.

“Is everything...?”

“Fine,” she shut Bradley up. “Totally fine.”

Then, as if knowing that this disaster would not end any time soon, she decided to bite the bullet before this could get any more awkward. Slowly, though. There was always the chance a meteor could come hurtling through the roof to end her misery.

It didn’t.

Bitch.

“Uh, Bradley, this is my father. Rick.” The men sized each other up for a moment. “Dad, this is Bradley Bradshaw.”

Realization lit up his eyes like a lightbulb.

“Goose’s kid,” he commented. Lightly, but with respect.

Bradley nodded before offering his hand. “Hollywood,” he commented in return.

“Not so much anymore, unfortunately,” he japed. Bradley relaxed a bit more when they dropped hands, and without even thinking about it, Matty scooted over in the booth to make room. Only because she knew her dad wouldn’t. Only because this was awkward. Only because, well, what the fuck ever. He slid in next to her with a relieved smile. “Maverick said that he was teaching Goose’s kid. Didn’t think that you would be a spitting image of your dad, though.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Got his snark too,” Rick noted with a small laugh. It seemed to loosen the tension even further, but Matty could tell that the entire conversation was making Bradley a bit uncomfortable. Welcome to the Neven’s, she thought while sipping her drink with a grimace, the family of snark and inappropriate humor. “What’s your callsign?”

“Rooster.”

He hummed, pleased. “I don’t think I’m even gonna ask how one gets that sort of name. Christ know that Hollywood wasn’t exactly a badge of honor, either.”

Bradley shrugged with a laugh. “It’s still better than Bob.”

Rick didn’t get the joke at first. Then, when he did, he bent forward onto the table with an incredulous look. “There’s a son of a bitch here with the callsign Bob?”

Matty snorted into her umbrella. When her father’s gaze darted her way she made a show of pointing out the kid from across the room. “The spectacled kid. Not sure what it stands for, but it’s not bottom of the barrel, so don’t make that mistake.”

“Baby on board?” he suggested.

Matty’s mouth crooked sideways. “Bent over backwards, maybe?”

“He’s small,” Rick commented. Then quipped, “brains over brawns?”

Matty laughed along with her dad. In between them both, Bradley shook his head, trying but failing to feel bad for his friend. “Jesus Christ, there’s two of you,” he muttered to himself. They both heard, though, which only prompted the pair to laugh harder. “The stories that Mav used to tell me makes sense now.”

Rick seemed utterly pleased with that. “He was just jealous.”

“Sure, dad, sure,” Matty snarked.

Their laughter died down as the jukebox was shifted from ACDC to Bon Jovi. A group at the bar lined up for shots and, having noticed him sitting in the back, Maverick waved him over. Rick didn’t decline. Just pretended to be upset as he slowly stood onto his feet.

“Don’t cause too much trouble, kid,” he told his daughter pointedly.

“Says the guy about to do shots.”

He acted as if he couldn’t hear her. Honestly, at this point in his life, maybe he had just developed an evolutionary adaption to tune out smack talk. Rick paused only a moment to clap Bradley on the shoulder. “It was good to meet you son.”

“You too, sir.”

“I know it’s not my place, but I want you to know, that I think your dad would be pretty upset if he knew that you were canoodling in a booth with a Neven. Especially that one,” he joked, pointing at his daughter. She blew a raspberry and Bradley, not having expected such a light hearted comment in comparison to all of the other pitiful stories he got, couldn’t help but chuckle. “Seriously. I give you my blessing to delete her phone number. It’s probably for the best.”

“Don’t you have somewhere else to throw out your back, old man?” she shot up at him. This he heard. Head swiveling on an axis as if he had forgotten that he had somewhere to be, he didn’t even hesitate to head over towards the bar where there was a shot of tequila with his name.

“So, that’s your dad, huh?”

Matty narrowed her eyes at Bradley shrewdly. “Shut up.”

“No, no, I like him. He’s got... spunk.”

“Spunk?”

“Charisma.”

“I will literally pay you to stop this,” she cried, throwing her head back once more onto the vinyl booth. He was much too amused to stop, though, and she closed her eyes with a dramatic groan. “Can’t you just pretend that was some random homeless guy with head trauma and not my dad?”

“You know my dad.”

“I never met him,” she argued.

He considered that for a moment. Then decided it didn’t really matter. Sipping on his beer, Bradley arched a brow, and instead said, “he’s more normal that I was expecting.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know,” he hummed. Obviously she didn’t know and he continued when she huffed. “You’re just so...”

“So?”

“Aggressive? No. Vulgar. I guess I was expecting him to be a little bit more like that and less like Maverick.”

Matty gave him the driest look that she could manage. Hard with the overhead lighting that made everything seem more intimate this far back in the bar, but she had years of practice. It came out well enough. Arguably not as well as she intended, however, because he just laughed again upon seeing it.

“Firstly, I am not vulgar. Frank is. He’s just always hanging around so I’m sure you get him confused with me. Secondly, I—I don’t even know, but I hated everything about that little interaction, so, just don’t ever expect to meet him again.”

He curled a brow up his forehead with a sly grin. “You planning on introducing me to your family or something, Matts? That almost sounds like boyfriend material.”

She would have whacked him across the face for that comment alone if they weren’t pressed shoulder to shoulder against one another. In fact, Matty took a moment to wiggle as far out of his space as she could manage, and once her back was to the wall so that she was facing him, she did elbow him sharply in the side. “Isn’t it almost your bed time? I’m pretty sure you should be leaving right about now.”

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” he said.

“I—I am not embarrassed!”

“No, no, it’s fine,” he laughed as she made a half-assed attempt to kick him in the shins. It didn’t work, though, and she was left feeling like an idiot stuck between a rock and a hard place. Literally. “I like it. I feel like I’m starting to see a whole new side of you. Was that the plan all along? Wait until after you’ve introduced me to your parents to start getting violent?”

“You wish,” she sniped.

“That you’re abusive or that I get to meet your parents?”

“That—I—ugh!” Matty threw her hands up in total exasperation. It, once again, seemed to amuse Bradley further, and by the time she got her mind together she was sure that her face was flushed a bright pink all over. Of course, now that he had pointed it out, she couldn’t stop thinking about it, which only made it worse. The cycle was horrifying. “Jesus Christ just move already so that I can get out of the booth! What did I do to deserve this?”

“If I move, you’ll leave.”

“Duh!”

Bradley gave her a boyish grin and settled further into his seat, legs spread as far as he could manage, liking all too much the fact that she was flustered. Somehow, at some point in time, Matty had let him start thinking of her as cute and adorable rather than irate and feral. It made it difficult to force him out with threats, and certainly wasn’t a mistake that she would ever make again.

“Bradley,” she moaned, drawing out the syllables, nearly exhausted. “Move.”

He considered the plea for a moment. His eyes sparkled as he sipped his beer, before he was throwing her completely off by asking, “have you eaten yet?”

“What?” Her face scrunched up. “No. Why?”

“There’s a pretty good food truck just down the beach from here. It sells the best tacos in this area.”

“O...kay,” she said.

He arched a brow at her in amusement. That boyish smile on his face didn’t seem to fade as he watched her. If anything, it was only getting bigger. “Do you want to go get some?”

“With you?”

“No, alone,” he deadpanned.

Matty, flustered, red faced, and not drunk enough to be handling this, floundered in the face of his invitation. “I—there’s still some pizza here.”

“Yeah, but...”

“But what?”

He shrugged. When she caught his gaze this time, there was something heavier settled in it; settled on his shoulders. It amazed her how quickly his expressions could change. More than that, though, it amazed Matty how adept she had become at reading them in such a short time. “It just feels a little crowded right now with everyone. I was actually about to leave before I came over. The stares are getting a little old.”

The stares? she wanted to ask, but she didn’t need to. She knew.

The stares directed at him were a lot like the stares directed at her. Pitying. Sad. And downright uncomfortable to be stuck under for so long. It didn’t even make sense. Sarah was the one that lost her husband, their kids a father. But everyone gave her the same look because they knew her, because she was young, because Navy family was as close knit as any family could be.

“Okay,” she said. More sure than the last time, but she still frowned at how quickly the word had fallen from her lips. Blushing, Matty brushed some hair behind her ear. “Sure. I could go for some tacos.”

His gaze lightened in seconds. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. Shrugged. Then said, “but you’re paying.”

“Well, Neven, that almost sounds like a date,” he snarked, obviously pleased with himself for being quick enough to make a stupid comment like that. She hated it.

But, at the same time... she kind of liked it too.

“Just—shut up,” she huffed while shoving him on the shoulder. When he laughed she shoved him a little bit harder. When he stood, she stood too, and tried to look more like the fearsome Matty Neven and less like the embarrassed school girl going on a date. “Well? What are you waiting for? I’m fucking starving.”

Bradley sniggered at her with the shake of his head. “That’s more like it.”

The stares followed as the pair strode through the bar, followed until the doors shut behind them. This time though, Matty knew, it was a different sort of stare from her father and his friends.

---

“So, your sister,” Bradley drawled next, a long question in the list of seemingly random things that they had been quizzing each other about over the last hour. The food truck hadn’t been that far of a walk from the bar, but upon Bradley’s suggestion, they found themselves a quiet piece of beach to settle onto for their impromptu dinner. Between them was a grease stained bag with half a dozen different types of tacos in it for them to choose from, as well as two bottles of coke, her discarded boots, and more napkins than they could ever actually need. “I have to know. What is up with that?”

“You really don’t want to know,” she warned around a mouthful of food.

“Come on,” he argued with a poorly hidden chuckle. It did nothing to win her over, however, and Bradley pretty quickly figured that he was too interested not to ask. “All I was gonna say is that she seems very... nice.”

She blew a raspberry with a dry look. “Nice. Okay, well, sure, Bradshaw, she is plenty nice.”

“And pretty.”

“And very, very, very different from you,” he finished up. It earned him a dry, scathing sort of glare that only Matty seemed capable of producing. Granted, the heat was taken out of it when she managed to drop half of a tomato into her lap.

“Oh, shut up,” she tossed it at him. He managed to catch it with one hand. An impressive feat made even more impressive when she realized that he was still wearing his pearly white dress shirt. His jacket had been discarded, however, and now loosely hung over the back of her shoulders.

She had been cold, he had offered, and she wasn’t stupid enough to turn down warmth just for vanity. That was it.

“Seriously though, Neven, what is up with that? Your dad seems a whole lot like you, but she... I don’t even know. I think she’s wearing Prada shoes.”

Matty’s mouth quirked up at the side. “Do you even know what Prada is?”

“Yes. No. Shut up, Nat said something about it.”

She snorted as he laughed, and the waves lapped a little bit closer as they sank into the sand. Matty wasn’t surprised at all by his question or drawled parallels. Tabitha was always put together and beautiful. Matty was more frequently wearing clothes from Good Will with grease stained hands. The difference between the pair was difficult not to notice. “I guess she followed in my mom’s footsteps. Pretty sure she saw what a disaster I was and wanted nothing to do with that, but my therapist said that’s an unhealthy accusation to make against myself.”

“You have a therapist?”

“I... have a friend who took a psych class in college.”

Bradley snorted. “That’s not the same thing.”

Matty hardly cared. She just shrugged while finishing up her taco, before moving onto the next one. “Tomato, tomahto. She knows more than me. I gave her car an oil change and she recommended me some self-help books. Didn’t read them, of course, but whatever.”

Her lackadaisical approach to life seemed to entertain Bradley greatly. Whereas most people were horrified by her honesty, he seemed to think that it was funny, and as he laughed Matty couldn’t help but be a little bit pleased with herself being the cause of it.

Coming out of his laughter, he cleared his throat, and asked, “is your other sister like that too?”

An image of her younger sister floated in mind. “Nah, not really, anyways,” she told him, blowing air as she did so. He patiently sipped at his coke as she started to pick a few pieces of brown lettuce out of her food mindlessly. “Rosie is only a freshman in college. Even if she cared about appearances as much as Tab did, she wouldn’t be able to afford it. She’s a little bit more of a mix of us, I guess. Likes to play soccer, but also likes to badger me about not swearing when little children are around.”

“A habit of yours, I’m assuming.”

Matty rolled her eyes with a small smile. “She’s pretty cool though. We get along well, even if we don’t see each other that much.”

“And Tab?”

The dry look returned. “What do you think?”

It was clear what he thought about the matter. She didn’t need to hear it. In turn, they volleyed a few more questions back and forth, and by the time that she had made it to her third taco (Bradley’s sixth) they had slowly drifted into the more important things without her even realizing it.

He was a bastard in that way. But it’s also what she liked the most about him.

“So, what do you think you’re gonna do after this? What’s the next mission?”

“Assuming I get to go on this one.”

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “Rumor is you’re a shoe-in.”

He narrowed his eyes at her challengingly. “Have you been asking people about me, Neven, or do you just like to eavesdrop on the local gossip?”

“Ha, ha. Bob told me. He’s pretty easy to talk to for him being, you know, him.”

It was unclear if he took her answer as face value at not, but he did consider the question as he had all the others. In doing so, he crumpled up the tinfoil from his latest taco. Matty was in awe that he even had room to speak, let alone reach for another one. “I don’t know. Right now I’m just hoping to go on this mission. After it’s all over, get stationed somewhere else I guess.”

“You really only came here for a month? Just for this one mission?”

“It’s not that unusual,” he shrugged around a sip of coke. “We get stationed for two years at a time, but since we’re pilots, that doesn’t really mean much. We could get put on a destroyer for six of those months, or be sent out for two weeks at a time.”

“That sounds awful.”

“Isn’t that what Hollywood did?”

“Well, sure, but it still sounds awful. Although I’m pretty sure that they didn’t have any of the fancy technology we did back then, so, you know, half of his time spent in the field was just him sitting through flight prep.”

Bradley chuckled at her cheek. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Do you plan on staying here forever?”

Matty shrugged with a wistful glance around. The sun had set during their walk to get food, and nearly an hour later, the pinks and oranges of the sky had shifted into a dark blue that was speckled with star light on one side and street lamps on the other. A few night surfers had appeared during that time along with some kids that clearly didn’t want to go home yet, but it was mostly a peaceful night.

“I like it here,” she said after a moment. She was surprised to find that she meant it, too. “We moved growing up, obviously, but Dad was stationed here once that I remember. I never thought that much of it until I got stationed here too, I guess. Then again, I never thought about moving. At least, not recently. Since my motor pool is specific to Top Gun cadets, I don’t have to move with a unit as sporadically as some people do.”

“You think you’ll stay then?”

She shrugged, finished her taco, and tossed the wad of tin foil at Bradley in a poor attempt to hit his head. She missed by a few inches though, and it hit his chest with a dull thud. “What’s it to you, Bradshaw? You finally realized I’m the best mechanic around and you don’t want to leave me behind?”

His eyes were bright as he shook his head at her. “Something like that.”

Matty could feel that there was something under that meaning, something more, but she didn’t have the energy (or maybe even the confidence) to ask. So, simply, she didn’t.

Just snatched the last taco before he could. “It might be nice to stick around here with Mav, anyways. Supposing that he doesn’t get himself fired again from teaching.”

She watched him out of the corner of her eye as Bradley paused in his eating. She had yet to breach that topic with him—the big whole mystery of what sort of fucked up thing did Maverick do?—and she supposed curiosity got the better of her here.

“Could be nice, yeah,” he muttered a bit tonelessly.

Matty swallowed her bite of taco, before asking, “is... that something you wanted to talk about? I mean, I don’t even know what happened, and I’m sure you don’t, but, you know... I’m here.”

It was awkward. Of course it was. Matty wasn’t the most poetic sort of person, and this was clearly something he didn’t want to talk about at all, let alone with her. Yet, when she finally dared to meet his eye, he wasn’t mad.

Just tired. “It’s not even worth going into anymore, honestly,” he said with a heavy sigh. Matty wasn’t sure she believed that though. He might have suspected that because a moment later he scrubbed a hand through his hair with a second, heavy scoff. “Maverick just did something stupid and he won’t tell me why. I know there’s a reason. He just... won’t own up to it. I don’t know if he’s an idiot or scared or whatever, but he won’t.”

“I think we both know that he’s an idiot,” she smarted, earning a dry laugh from Bradley in response. It didn’t lighten the weight off his shoulders, though, and for the second time that night she wanted to help. “Obviously I don’t know what he did, but... if you think that there’s a reason, I’m sure there is. Mav doesn’t do things without thinking.”

At that, he arched a brow sharply in disbelief.

“Okay, obviously he does stuff without thinking, we all know that,” she corrected almost too quickly. “But every time that he’s done something without thinking, it’s been because he was trying to protect something he loved. In most instances the thing that he loved was his ego, sure, but a lot of the time it was trying to protect his love for flying, too. His job. His family. I just...”

She drifted off, not really sure what to say.

And, if that wasn’t a bitch of a thing. Matty never ran out of things to say. Ever. It was one of her best (or worst) qualities that she never seemed to just shut the fuck up. It was frustrating beyond belief to come to the conclusion that she was at a loss of words when trying to do something meaningful for once in her life.

Red cheeked and frustrated, she tossed her tin foil to the side. “I’m sure he did it for you, that’s what I’m trying to say. Even if the reasoning is stupid or not scientifically sound, I’m sure that he did what he thought was best at the time.”

Silence.

Matty closed her eyes with a sigh. She hated herself sometimes.

Bradley didn’t seem to, though, and a moment later she felt something dull smack into the middle of her forehead. She opened her eyes to find a wad of tin foil siting in her lap. Across from her, Bradley was trying not to burst into laughter at the glower she shot him in return.

“Thanks,” he said with a dry cough. “I understand what you’re trying to say.”

“Ugh, whatever.”

“I’m being serious here, Neven. It was a nice sentiment.”

“Oh, shut up!” she threw her hands up with a cry.

This time, he did laugh, and despite knowing that he was laughing at her, Matty had to bite her lip to keep from doing the same. Much to her dismay, however, this only seemed to make him laugh harder.

“I’m sorry!”

“No you’re not! You’re an ass.”

“Well, I am a pilot, Matts, I’m not so sure what you were expecting here,” he snarked, and...

Well, it wasn’t long before Matty fell into laughter beside him. Together, the pair laughed—probably a little bit harder and a little longer than necessary—until their sides ached. She fell against his shoulder as the laughter wracked her ribs, and only when Bradley accidentally elbowed her in the tit did she finally come to her senses long enough to shove him off of her.

When they calmed down, eyes bright with unshed tears, Matty found that she hardly minded that she was almost in his lap.

“Damn,” she muttered, wiping at her cheeks. “I needed that.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Me too.”

Hardly minded as they settled back into the sand beside each other that The Hard Deck was slowly dwindling down as her friends and family left. Hardly minded at all about the chill in the air as Bradley slowly wrapped an arm around her waist, tugged her into his side, and settled his cheek against her head.

Hardly minded at all that he was Bradley Bradshaw, and she was Matty Neven.

“So,” she asked next, for some reason almost afraid that if she said nothing that whatever this was would have to come to an end. “What’s your favorite movie, Bradshaw? And don’t even tell me that it’s Point Break or I swear to god I’m going to punch you.”

It wasn’t.

Funnily enough, Matty found that she wouldn’t have cared if it was.

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This story has two chapters left to go! I’m excited to be winding down to the end. I love Matty so much, she’s probably my favorite oc to date, but I find that writing her takes me longer than it has with some other characters. I’m really trying to keep to a writing schedule, I promise, and hope to finish heart mechanics before too long. Thanks for reading!

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