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[barbersjoy]

My Random Thoughts..........Vander Sleeping on the Couch

This most likely happens anytime Vander falls asleep on the couch. Whether after a fight or he just zonked out. Reader is Joy, she cannot sleep without Vander if she knows he is in the building. She may not be willing to admit it but still.

Warnings: Reader is OC, fem!reader, fluff

You open your eyes, eyelids heavy and vision blurry. This is the second time tonight so far. You turn your body to look behind you on the other side of the bed. Empty.

You huff and lift yourself up slowly. Your feet dangle off the bed as you sit up. Hair sticking to your cheek as you look at the clock. You squint letting your eyes adjust to lack of light. 12:15am.

You drag a palm across your left cheek to peel the hair away. You get off the bed, a chill runs up your spine at the cold floor underfoot. You go onto the balls of your feet to spare the arches. Your nightgown does little to warm you as you start to walk to the door.

Lights are off in the hall and you grumble to yourself as you slowly feel your way down the hall, down the stairs, across the barroom, and down the final staircase.

You pause outside the door and wrap your arms around yourself. You let out a sigh before opening the door and glancing down at the couch. Vander takes up the whole thing. One leg hanging off and an arm up on the back of the couch. The furnace he is, he only has a small thin blanket covering him.

His brown hair is dishevelled, some covering his stern looking face. Even in slumber, you could tell he wasn't sleeping well. You took him in, broad chest slowly rising and falling. A whisper of a snore slipping through his lips.

You cursed internally before turning back around. You quickly, as one can still groggy from sleep, make your way back upstairs and collect a pillow and the comforter from the bed. You wrap it around yourself trying not to drag it too much on the floor. You were displeased enough about the situation the last thing you needed was for Vander to wake up to you haven fallen down the stairs.

You come up to him and place the pillow on his shoulder. You crawl on top of him, making sure to not put too much pressure on one spot. You pull the blanket around both of you as best you can. Pretty sure his one foot still isn't covered. You rest your head onto the pillow as you lay on top of him. Slightly leaning into the back of the couch too.

He doesn't stir, if he wakes up he doesn't make it obvious. He doesn't move at all other than his chest still. The warmth alone is even to bring your tired body peace. It isn't the bed but you will make due to have him near. You're out in mere seconds.

Vander grumbles as he slowly opens his eyes. He can hear the sounds of the very early morning goings on outside the bar. He rubs an eye with a hand as he starts to come to. He now realizes there is a weight on a his chest and side. Glancing down he sees the top of your head. You're sleeping on top of him. Peacefully at that, he can feel your slow breathing and a small whistle from your nose that must be squished against him.

The shortened side of your head is against his pec so the rest of your hair is covering your face. He ever so carefully and gently brushes it away. He chuckles as you have your face nuzzled into his body. He glances to the other side and sees a pillow on the floor.

You're so warm, soft and he huffs small. He groans lowly as he adjusts enough to shift you without waking you. He moves you more onto his chest and brings his other arm down from the couch. Opening and closing his hand into a fist to shake the pins and needles. He considers just waking you to carry you to bed but.....he felt a smug grin creep onto his face, he would miss the bashful mess you would be when you awoke on your own on top of him and in his embrace.

He would cope with the back pain a little longer for that moment. Not that this precious slice of heaven wasn't worth it too. He pulled you up slightly and the comforter with you. He kissed the top of your head and hummed as he felt you adjust in your sleep. Getting comfortable for a few more hours.

Now I kinda feel the need to make sleeping headcanons. Sorry reader is OC but this was very Joy. I know OC stuff also doesn't usually do well but hopefully you can forgive me.

@vander-affectionate @band--psycho @questythebot @conretewings @parvulous-writings @justabigass-simp

[who-talks-first]

Out of the Sun

Masterlist

Part 8 - 1,155 words - rated PG

The display on the shelf at the head of the bed read 04:27.

Ellra sighed and sat up.

“Too early,” she mumbled.

BB-8 was dark and silent, sitting in the charging station. A yellow charging indicator glowed near his eye.

She got up and checked the paddock monitors. Nothing unusual. The cappa seemed to have taken to their new pen quickly. Most of them were asleep.

“I have no idea what to do,” Ellra whispered to the room.

She shook off her sleep, grabbed her data pad, and left the room, leaving BB-8 to charge in peace.

There were more people in the corridors than she had anticipated, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense that the base never really slept. Medical technicians, data technicians, maintenance – they scurried back and forth on important work, even at five in the morning. Several of them smiled and nodded at Ellra as they passed. She almost felt out of place.

She found her way outside eventually. The sky was a violet-black with a sliver of silver peeking over the hilltops. The main hangar was already open. Two Y-wings were being brought outside and several service droids were performing last-minute checks. Two pilots in their orange jumpsuits were holding their helmets and talking. A couple of officers followed them out, discussing plans on their datapads.

“M-may I watch you take off?” asked Ellra, projecting her voice across the valley.

The two pilots stopped and turned. They laughed good-naturedly and nodded, motioning Ellra over.

“You’re the animal keeper,” said the first pilot, an older woman with very short hair.

Ellra nodded before saluting the two pilots. They returned the gesture professionally.

“You haven’t seen a fighter take off?” asked the first pilot.

“Never. The shuttle I rode here was the first spacecraft I saw up close.”

The second pilot had a big silvery, whiskered face. He didn’t seem capable of speaking Basic. He appeared to smile at Ellra. She returned the smile.

The second pilot said something wet and floppy.

The first pilot chuckled and said, “Kip says you’re in for a treat.”

“Please stand back,” said one of the officers. “If you’re going to watch, step over there.”

Ellra saluted everyone present and headed over to the big grey crate the officer had indicated. She climbed up on it to sit and watch. The pilots donned their helmets and entered their respective craft.

The Y-wings were massive and lumbering and looked much older than Ellra herself. Something told her that the older female pilot had flown that fighter during the Rebellion. Their engines made a whine that was both low and high, vibrating a part of Ellra’s ears she wasn’t used to feeling stimulated. She watched the rotating domes of the two astromech droids behind the cockpits. The engines kicked up a thin cloud of dirty yellow dust from the sandy tarmac.

The hum of the engines vibrated in the hollow of Ellra’s chest, resonating in her heart and her blood. She couldn’t pinpoint the feeling reeling through her from her feet up to her head and back down, over and over. Her hands trembled slightly as she clutched her datapad to her chest. Her jaw clenched as something tickled the back of her neck and inside her throat.

As the two craft turned in the same direction and slowly lifted off the ground, Ellra rose to her feet without realizing it. She could see the two pilots’ faces in her mind’s eye. She could feel the controls under her hands. Feel the ground fall beneath her. Taste the cold atmosphere.

Two figures stood in the door of the hangar, one tall and one very short, watching the way Ellra watched the takeoff.

Ellra couldn’t take her eyes off the Y-wings as they rose into the air, the whine becoming unbearable, seemingly louder every second. In a few moments, they were out of sight, but her eyes were fixed on the point in the graying sky where they had disappeared, the memory of the engines’ sound loud in her ear.

“Ell?” said a soft voice as a hand gently took her arm.

She shook off the trance and looked around to see Poe and BB-8, looking at her with concern. Poe’s hand held her upper arm to steady her. There were pink marks in her forearms from clutching the datapad so tight.

“You ok?”

Boop?

“I…” She blinked. “I don’t…”

Ellra shook her head gently. It was fuzzy.

“You’re shaking,” said Poe softly, putting his other hand on her other arm. “Blink your eyes. You haven’t blinked in like five minutes.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, not realizing until that second how dry they were.

Poe chuckled softly. “I’ve never seen that before. You hyper transfixed yourself on the fighters.”

“I what?”

BB-8 beeped and whistled.

“You went into a trance watching the Y-wings take off,” said Poe, looking over his shoulder at the sky.

“I… I am so sorry,” whispered Ellra, backing away from Poe slowly, her bottom hitting the crate behind her. “I have never… I didn’t know…”

“You’re gonna make one helluva pilot someday,” he whispered in awe.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, not catching what he said.

“BB-8 woke me up. Said you disappeared and he was worried. He asked me to help find you.”

She smiled down at the little droid who whistled softly.

“Thank you, little friend,” she said, smiling.

He beeped back.

It took a moment for Ellra to realize Poe still had hands on her shoulders. She was steadier now and her head was clear. There was no reason for him to keep doing that, especially considering the way his touch was making her feel.

“I am alright, Poe,” she said softly. “I am sorry I worried you. I just…” Ellra trailed off to look back up at the sky. “I have never seen anything like it.”

Poe was examining her eyes and she was grateful to several of her curls that gave her some privacy.

“I… I have work to do,” she said. “See you later?”

Poe finally let his hands drop back to his sides. He nodded and stepped back so she could walk by.

She waved absently at BB-8 and left, gently shaking her head, trying to figure out what happened. Why could she remember the view from the Y-wing’s cockpit in her mind’s eye? Why did she feel imprints in her palms as if she’d had a death grip on a flight stick?

She looked down at her hand. A visible grip pattern was imprinted on the fleshy base of her thumb.

“Probably shouldn’t hold it so tight,” she whispered to herself absently.

A low, affectionate rumble interrupted Ellra’s thoughts. She found herself standing in front of the cappa paddock’s gate, a single cow greeting her with soft lows, Hold what so tight? echoing in the back of her mind.