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#I’m so over work I need a break so goddamn badly
fettuccin-e · 6 months
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Patience Long Gone
Kinktober Day 4: Thigh Riding
Tags: Joel Miller x Reader, afab!fem!reader, thigh riding obviously, praise, dry humping (yeah that's right nobody gets naked), Jackson!era, Joel talks dirty yeah I said it (w/c: 1.1K)
A/N: Ayo first Joel fic and it's during Kinktober ofc. I have been reading too many Joel fics to not partake in the old man thirst okay. And also have you seen this gif??? I want to ride that man's thigh like its a rodeo okay!! (For the month I have been following this list by flightlessangelwings!)
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He can’t fuck you like he wants to, not right now. And God, Joel wants to, so badly. But there’s no time. There’s never any fucking time.
He hadn’t minded the hustle and bustle of Jackson when he and Ellie first arrived. He’d been grateful for the distraction, for the feeling of being useful again. He’d been grateful for the patrols, the odd repairs around town that didn’t require any socializing, content in his solitude with Ellie safe and sound within the town’s walls.
And then he’d met you. Sweet, soft, you, that doesn’t take any of his bullshit, forces him out of his shell with your sharp wit and endless patience. You, who Tommy introduced to him as the town veterinarian, until you became so much more. You, who asked him to fix your doorframe so, so sweetly, and not five minutes into his work, dragged him into your home and into your bed.
He never truly left.
But there’s no time to treat you like he wants to, fuck you like both of you need. There’s always something else, a threat at the border, an emergency in the stables. He hasn’t seen you cum in weeks, and the thought makes him shudder. He has the most beautiful woman in this entire godforsaken world, and he can’t even find the time to make her feel so fucking good.
It’s one of those few moments where you both are home, exhausted but not nearly tired enough to sleep. You’d crawled into his lap like a damn cat, planting yourself on his thick thigh, all languid grace and allure that has his cock aching in his jeans.
You curl two fists into his shirt, pulling him to your lips, and fuck, this is nothing like the stolen kisses you share in the spare moments you find with each other. This is water in the desert. This is life, not just survival. You’re so fucking soft against him, you scent invading his nose.
“Missed you,” you breathe between kisses, “Missed you so much, Joel.”
He groans, curling his fingers into your hair. He licks softly at your bottom lip, begging wordlessly for you to open for him. You do, without hesitation, and moan in a way that has his head spinning as he licks into your mouth. 
“God, sweetheart,” he grumbles as you break apart for breath. “You’re so goddamn pretty. Missed you too, sweet girl, been missin’ you so fuckin’ bad.”
He lets his hands explore you, roaming down your back, up under your shirt to feel that soft, soft skin. He paws over the curve of your ass, and he can’t help but smirk into your mouth as your hips buck forward.
“Needy,” he drawls, but he pushes on your ass again, making your hips buck forward along his thigh. Fuck, it’s good, the way you moan so pretty for him. “You wanna cum, pretty girl?” he croons. You nod so hard he thinks your head may fly off, but you seem to think better of it far too soon for his liking, shaking your head, as if to dismiss the very thought of chasing your own pleasure.
“I’m supposed to help Maria- fuck,” you curse as he leans down to sink his teeth into your neck. “I’m supposed to help Maria with the horses, Joel.”
“She can wait,” he growls, and he pulls on your hips, dragging you up his thigh. You keen involuntarily, the seam of your jeans pressing so hard, so perfect into your clit. “Just want you to feel good, wanna make you feel good.”
His voice is dark, a rasp that has your pussy soaking through your panties. He’s so big, so broad, and his thigh is providing a kind of pressure against your cunt that you haven’t felt for so long. It’s too much of a temptation for you to ignore. You pull your hips back again in a slow, sure drag, before humping back forward. You tuck your face into the crook of Joel’s neck as you let out a high-pitched whine.
“Good fucking girl, sound so pretty for me,” he murmurs, “Don’t that feel nice?” 
You nod frantically into his skin, hands fisting into his shirt so tight your knuckles go pale. You hump your hips forward, again and again and again, moaning as your clit throbs in your panties. Joel’s grip remains tight on your hips, helping you along, pressing you down harder. Your head swims, tears springing to your eyes.
“Need to cum,” you gasp, wriggling your hips in desperate little grinds. “Need to cum so fucking bad, Joel, fuck- I’m, I need it, ah-” You feel desperate, needy, unable to string together a sentence is you hump Joel’s thigh like an animal.
“I know, baby, I know,” he coos, grumbling and wonderful. “I’m gonna make you cum right now, okay sweetheart? And when you get home tonight, I’ll be here to do it again and again, right baby?” The thought has you aching, desperately humping into his jeans. You’re so close, you’re so fucking close.
“I’ll lay you down in our bed, sweet girl, and I’ll eat that pretty cunt out like you deserve, fuck, haven’t tasted you in so fucking long.” Joel pulls you along his thigh as he speaks, flexing the muscle underneath that makes the pressure so much more devastating. “And then I’ll sink my cock into your pretty little pussy, fuck you full of me, baby. I’ll keep stuffin’ you full, make you cum so much you soak the sheets through, and I’ll just keep goin’, right baby? God, I’ll make sure you can’t fuckin’ walk tomorrow,” he snarls his words, a violent, primal promise that has your body quaking in his hold as you cum against his thigh.
You sob with the force of your orgasm, curling into Joel’s solid body as he holds you through it, cooing into your ear how good you are, how gorgeous you look. It’s like you can’t suck enough air into your lungs, trying to get ahold of yourself again. Joel never lets you go, holding you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.
When you finally regain control of your breath, your body, you can only tilt your head to his lips to kiss him softly, gently. 
“You didn’t get to cum,” you whine, and Joel chuckles at how forlorn you sound. His beautiful, perfect girl, so caring, so doting.
“Trust me, sweetheart,” he grumbles, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “When you get home tonight, I have plans for both of us that’ll have us wrung fuckin’ dry by mornin’.”
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dearsnow · 9 months
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TWO MONTHS
- work is taking a heavy toll on your boyfriend. (patrick verona x gn!reader, angst and slight fluff, established relationship)
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word count: 657
a/n - another patrick fic :) i love him so much it’s not even funny. he’s my current hyperfixation- that being said, to all my patrick lovers out there, i’m planning a 3 part series for him <3 it’s called the summer before senior year and hopefully i get around to finishing it lol
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Patrick closes the door to your apartment with a heavy sigh. The day rests heavily on his hunched shoulders, leaking through his pores as grease and dejection. You stir from your place on the couch. It’s 12:24 AM, and he is just returning from work. His hair is messy, tied up in a frizzy ponytail, and his eyes hold no sparkle. He doesn’t look like himself anymore. Your brows furrow, the weight of his condition nearly bringing tears to your eyes.
“Pat, it’s past midnight.” You murmur, reaching up to cradle his face in your hands. There is a smudge of dirt on his face, which you wipe away with delicate fingers. He melts under your touch. “This isn’t healthy.” He takes both of your hands in his, kissing each one gently.
“I have to.” He grimaces. “Rent’s gone up, baby. You know that.” You lead him to your bed. The sheets are messy, as they always are. In his exhaustion, he does not care; not like he ever did, anyways. “The boys at the car shop offered me this, and I took it.” It hurts you so badly to see him like this. He seems flat, dull, lifeless. Nothing like the Patrick you met, and nothing like you ever wish him to be again. You need him to be happy. He deserves it, if nothing else. He deserves everything good- he deserves the sunshine and tender love and a quiet kiss of calm, but you can only offer him so much.
He lays back, and you pull the sheets over his chest. “I can take a second job.” You say, tracing circles on his chest. He’s too tired to take off his clothes, and you won’t force him to. He’ll be out of the house by 5:00, and he needs all the sleep he can get. He shakes his head at your suggestion, looking at you with soft eyes.
“You have college and the diner already. You’re stretched as thin as you can be.” He whispers, threading his hand through yours again.
“I still have free hours. Not much, but enough to get you some proper rest.” You manage to say. The bags under his eyes speak for themselves. He’ll end up dead if he keeps working like this. You can’t do this without him, any of it. If he dies, if he ends up in some hospital being fed by the few coins you have left dripping through his veins, you wouldn’t be able to handle it. You would gladly work every hour of every day just to see him healthy again. That isn’t realistic, though, and you know it. He’ll never let you take on that burden. You love him for it, but sometimes, his stubborn nature takes hold of him.
“No. This works, what we’re doing. We’ll be fine.” His voice is scratchy and low, but with just enough force to let you know he means it. When he looks at your face, eyes shining with unshed tears, his heart shatters. He kisses your hands again. “I promise, baby, we’ll be out of this soon enough. In two months we’ll have the money to take a break for a little bit. I’ll work lighter hours and we might even have enough saved to take you out on a proper date.” He smiles. You laugh quietly, though the sound is choked. Hot tears force themselves out of your eyes.
“Two months.” You repeat. He nods. “Two long ass fucking months.”
He starts to laugh, slowly at first, until you join. You wrap your arms around him as you giggle into his chest, and his whole body is shaking with the force of his snickering. 
“Two goddamn bitches of months.” He offers, still grinning like a madman. He laughs, and you laugh in his arms, and for the first time in a long time, you think that things might end up working out.
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teacupsandtopgun · 6 months
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Pacific Pining
Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Felicity ‘Flick’ March (OC)
Summary: Absence makes the heart grow fonder; that’s what Flick and Jake tell themselves as they prepare for their first deployment as a couple. But being apart only highlights what they need from each other the most. Add in unresolved grief, jealousy, combative enemies (on and off the aircraft carrier), fraught video calls, and a life-changing medical emergency; and tensions reach the crest of a wave. How do you ride the tides of life when a piece of your heart is an ocean away?
Author’s Note: This is the 6th instalment of Flick and Jake’s story, thank you so much to everyone who has stuck around! To see where it all began, visit my masterlist.
Disclaimers: Please excuse any inaccuracies regarding medical conditions, Naval aviation, life onboard an aircraft carrier, deployments, Top Gun and the US in general (I am British).
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Part 5: November.
Word count: 2.7k
Warnings: 18+ no minors please. Swearing, SMUT: Explicit sexual references, masturbation, phone sex, sex toys.
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Voice message left at 1:13am November 2nd
“Fuck you, Jake Seresin. Fuck you and your magic fucking tongue and your thick fucking fingers and your gorgeous fucking dick. And fuck the US Navy for keeping you away from me. I am so bloody horny right now, but nothing is working. I have spent the last hour trying to get off to pictures of you, touching myself with my vibrator and riding my pillow wishing it was your face. Or your thigh. Or your abs.
I’m desperate, I haven’t been able to get off properly since you left. I even tried calling you just so I could hear your answer phone message. I miss your voice. Your gravelly husky sexy voice. And fuck, I was so, so close but I just can’t get over the finish line. So here I am, babbling away and making it your problem too.
God, I want you so badly Jake. I wish your hands were all over me, I want your lips on mine. I wish I could feel you inside me, fucking me full. I wish you were telling me what a good girl I am. Because I have been such a good girl for you. Just wait until you get the parcel I sent.
Fuck, I - I just want to hear you say you love me, so I can say that I love you just as much.
I’m yours Jake, and you’re mine and that’s enough. That’s enough for me.”
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Voice message left at 10:18pm, November 7th
“Oh babe, you’re breaking my heart with that last message.
You’re right, you have been such a good girl for me. I got your parcel. Those photos – Felicity – you’re a fucking dream. You look phenomenal in every single one. And they’re so creative; with the back drops and props to match each outfit and the smokin’ poses too.
All your little notes made me smile, I read them a hundred times. Fuck, the pictures even smelled like you, and that addicting floral perfume you wear. It’s going to be a sad day for me when that wears off darlin’. And how did you know that I find lipstick prints hot? Pretty sure I’ve never told you that - when would it even have come up? Or maybe you’re just magic, babe, that would explain it too.
They’re all so thoughtful, even better than I could ever imagined, I can’t believe you would go to all that trouble for me. I think my favourite is the one where you’re drinking tea; it’s just so you. My little Teacup, soft and sexy and sweet and warm. And I’ve got the pictures of you in your football kit tacked up by my bunk, I hope that’s ok. You look so happy. I wish I could have seen your face when you opened it on your birthday.
I think about you all the time. I wish I could touch you, kiss you, hold you. You have no idea how badly I want you, Flick; I want to do everything with you.
But you deserve to feel good, even if I can’t be there. Please let yourself feel good for me. Why don’t you get all dolled up and confident, and treat yourself to a new pair of shoes or a lingerie set? You’re so goddamn sexy babe, I want you to feel like it too. You can charge it to my card, so I can still be taking care of you, even when I’m an ocean away.
You wanna know what I’d say, if I was with you right now? I’d tell you to take your time. Want you to sit pretty in front of that mirror and see how gorgeous you are. Touch yourself slowly, softly, ‘til your toes start curling and your cheeks start to flush and you’re begging for more. Want you to draw it out, tease your body until you can barely keep your eyes open or do anything but surrender to the feeling. You deserve all the pleasure in the world darlin, you’ve just gotta let yourself take it.
Believe me when I say there’s no better feeling than knowing you want me. I’m yours too Flick, you’re my world. I count my lucky stars every day that you’re mine. I can’t wait to come home to you darlin’.”
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Voice message left at 7:52pm, November 10th
“Oh Jake, thank you, thank you, thank you! Your message was a fucking miracle; I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve listened to it.
I did what you said too, I tried to make myself feel special. I went shopping - had a little solo date day you know? I might have bought more than one pair of heels though… but I couldn’t help but think about how if you were there, you’d be telling me about how good my legs looked in them, and all the ways you’d want to fuck me with them still on; so I could press them into your back while you went down on me, or how they’d make me tall enough for you to reach next time you take me over the kitchen counter.
And then I went to Victoria’s Secret. I think you’re a bad influence Jake, because I’m going to need to book another photoshoot session to show off all my new outfits. Though I have a sneaky suspicion that might have been your intention all along.
I only used your card for my favourite pair of heels and one lingerie set. I paid for the rest. I didn’t want to take the mick.
Then I got home and sprayed your cologne on the pillow, and got all dolled up, like you told me to. I even curled my hair and did my makeup. Then I spent the evening in front of the mirror, just like you said.
Oh, it was incredible Jake! I just listened to your voice over and over, taking it slow. It was almost like you were there. Do you want to know what did it though? What tipped me over the edge? It’s that deep, rugged crack in your voice when you call me “darlin.” God, it just drives me crazy every time.
If you ever want a side hustle, you should try out audio porn. You’d make a fucking fortune! Though, scratch that, I quite like the idea of the sexiest voice in the world being saved just for me… Fuck, just even thinking about that… I’m going to listen to your voice message again right now.
My poor vibrator is on its last legs. I’ve had it a long time, but I think I’ve worn it out over these past few days. Oh well, at least it will die doing what I love.
I’m so glad you like the photos, I had a lot of fun making them. It was a good distraction too, to keep my thoughts off - well, you know. I don’t mind if you want to put up the one of me drinking tea by your bed too. It’s pretty demure, compared to the others. But I think the rest should be for your eyes only.
Thank you again, baby. You're my whole fucking universe."
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Voice message left at 10:03pm, November 13th
“So glad I could be of service darlin’.
Fuck, I can’t stop picturing you, all pretty and perfect and touching yourself at the thought of me.
Could you record yourself next time? I love hearing you turning the air blue when you let yourself go wild. You think I’ve got a sexy voice? It pales in comparison to yours. My favourite sounds in the world are all you. I love your accent; I love it when you call me baby. I love your laugh, the way you cackle and throw your head back when something tickles your funny bone. Do you remember that breakfast we had together at the Hard Deck, the second time we met? If I had a recording of how much we laughed during that conversation I would replay it every day.
And babe, there’s no sound on earth that compares to hearing you come for me.
Keep an eye on your mail. I loved your care package so much, it’s only fair that I send you something in return. I hope it makes you feel as good as I do when I look at those gorgeous pictures. I’ve got the tea one pinned up now too, just like you said I could. The others are all hidden away safe; they’re my prized possessions.
I’ve gotta go now, Teacup. I love you.”
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Voice message left at 8:39pm, November 17th
“Oh Jake, this might be a short message, because I’m so worked up already. I’ve been dripping wet all day knowing I was going to do this for you tonight. I’ve downloaded and saved your voice messages so I can listen to them using my Air Pods. My new vibrator has been sitting on charge for hours, ready and waiting.
I need to thank you for that by the way. It was the best surprise! How you always know exactly what gifts to buy will never cease to amaze me. I love it. I haven’t used it yet, because I wanted you to be the first to hear what it does to me. But it’s going to wreck me, I just know it.
I’ve got to tell you this first though. The postie delivered it to the wrong floor by mistake. He went to 4A, not 2A. He delivered it to Bradley! Let’s just hope Captain Birdseye didn’t Google the brand name on the box because otherwise he knows a little too much about what I like… Though judging by how red his face was when he came to give it to me, I think he knew exactly what was in there. I hope that makes you laugh baby, because it made me howl, he was so flustered!
But enough about that. I don’t want to think about Bradley. I see him all the time. I want to think about you.
I want to think about your big warm hands all over me, the taste of your lips, that sound you make when I suck on the corner of your jaw. I want to imagine leaning back against your chest, wrapped up in your arms; your drop-dead gorgeous fucking arms…
Oh - I hope you’re sitting comfortably Jake, because I might be a little too into this. I’m going to put on a whole bloody show for you.
I’m wearing my new dusky pink lacy bralette; it’s really delicate and soft, and it’s not padded or underwired so it’s super comfortable, and it’s got a cute, scalloped edge… but you probably don’t care about that do you baby? “Cut to the chase darlin’”, that’s what you’re thinking. Yes, Jake, you can see my nipples through it. Which means I can tease them and pinch them and twist them – OH! Oh - just like that.
Mmm. I don’t know if you could hear, but I just sucked on a couple of my fingers; it makes them nice and warm and slick for when I touch myself – God – I’m so sensitive baby, it's like my tits know you’re going to be thinking about them. It’s not fair Jake, my hands aren’t as big as yours – oh fuck.
I haven’t mentioned this yet, but I’m not wearing any knickers – shit, that is such an unsexy word – what do you call them… panties? God no, that’s even worse. Let’s gloss over it, shall we? All you need to know is that I’m bare and I’m soaked. Oh – my fingers are sliding in so easily – fuck Jake, I wish they were yours. I wish you were here. It feels good but it’s not even close to what you do to me, the way my insides turn to molten lava when you touch my body. I’m curling my fingers and playing with my clit – oh – it’s not enough baby. It never will be, will it? Not now I know what heaven feels like when I’m with you.
Fuck - I need the vibrator, I need more. I need – oh wow! That’s intense – oh fuck, that’s so much better than my old one – GOD! This is – oh – I’m not going to last long; I’m going to listen to your message now.
Oh Jake – your voice is perfect, it’s so hot when you talk to me like this – yes – I’m your good girl, I’ll be your good girl every day of the fucking week – shit. I’ll model all those outfits for you when you get home, I can’t wait for you to see them for real – oh God! I want to do everything with you too Jake – yes. You’re right, I feel sexy and powerful when I’m dressed up – I deserve this, I deserve to feel good, I – fuck!
I’m close Jake, so close – oh, OH! Call me ‘darlin’’ – please please please – call me ‘darlin’’ - I’m yours and you’re mine and – JAKE!
*Panting sounds*
Oh. My. God.
My legs are shaking, I – I’m not going to be able to stand up - oh - I can still feel the tingles in my fingers and toes. Fu–Fuck.
C-can you hear that? My voice sounds s-so wobbly - Jesus. I told you it would wreck me baby. Your voice and that toy are a lethal combination. Wow. Th-That was all you Jake, every moment of it was all because of you.”
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Voicemail left at 5:11am, November 30th 
“Oh darlin, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to reply. I’ve been without signal for a while, we’ve only just got back near port. It made me so fucking happy to see I had another voice message from you. I’ve been dreaming about what you might say in your reply. I worried I’d asked for too much. Kept thinking about how you’d probably let me down easy. I’m so glad you didn’t.
You’re so fuckin’ cute, you know that? I love that you call the mailman “postie.” And Rooster’s your own personal delivery boy now huh? At least he knows I’m taking care of my girl, even when I’m halfway around the world. But you’re right, I don’t want to think about Rooster either. That pornstache is a mood killer if ever I saw one.
So is Javy as it turns out. I swear, it’s been a comedy of errors trying to get some alone time to listen to you, babe. It’s like Javy’s got a sixth sense for me masturbating or some shit. Literally every time I tried, he fuckin’ showed up.
But when I did finally get some alone time? Oh Felicity – the universe doesn’t have the words to describe how stunningly filthily sexy your message was. My cock twitches just thinkin’ about you, all laid out on the bed, your hair like a halo, teasin’ your pretty clit while you buck your hips up to take your fingers and the toy and make the most sinful sounds.
Fuck.
March is my north star right now, in more ways than one. It can’t come soon enough. Would you put on a real show for me then babe? Would you let me watch you take yourself to the edge, but not let go until I take over? I’ll give you everything you need, I promise. We’ve both just gotta be patient.
I received your texts as well. Happy Thanksgiving to you too darlin’. I’m sorry I missed your first proper one in the US. I wish I could have been there to share all my Seresin family traditions with you. I’m sorry for missing so much. But that just means we can go bigger and better next year to make up for lost time. I’m looking forward to it already.
I’m hoping I can video call you again soon, I’ve got some shore leave coming up. But until then, just know that I adore you, and I hope you’re taking good care of that gorgeous heart of yours.”
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🥵 This chapter was a little different to anything I've written before, but I'm super proud of it! I'd love to know your thoughts.
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frvnkcastles · 1 year
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TOGETHER AS ONE ➵ F. CASTLE
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Summary: After the events of season 2, all Frank needs is some care and a hug, so you tend to his wounds and hold him tight.
Warnings: Canon-typical violence, description of physical trauma
Word count: 1k
Author’s note: I am really blown away by the attention my two other fics received and I’m definitely more inclined to keep posting here now :) I think I will post more PTSD-related works but for now, here’s this short-ish one about Frank receiving some love.
Ps. I’m totally up for receiving Frank requests!
The bathroom reeked of coppery blood and you wondered when exactly you had developed a stomach strong enough to avoid gagging at the smell, when exactly you had become immune to the horrors displayed all over your lover’s body. Well, physically, at least. Emotionally… you weren’t quite sure you’d ever get used to this.
You were both silent apart from pained grunts and huffs from Frank when you helped peel off his sweater, no longer black with all the dirt and blood it had gathered — barely even in one piece, with slashes all over his arms and back. You were seated behind him on the bathroom floor, gently tugging on the fabric until it was tossed near the door and you could assess the damage done to him.
You choked up, tried to swallow the lump in your throat while your shaky hands ghosted over the dozens of cuts, stabs and swelling bruises across his shoulders and back. You dreaded to even imagine his chest, but for now, you focused on what you could see. You so badly wanted to suggest a hospital, but considering he had barely managed to break out of one just days ago, you chose to say nothing. Some of the stitches that he had been equipped with still remained on the gashed skin, but for the most part, he had ripped open everything.
”Can hear you overthinkin’”, Frank murmured, his raspy voice filling the bathroom, and you tore your gaze away from the old scars mingling with what would surely turn into new ones. You looked at the back of his head, how he was hanging it low, almost like he was ashamed.
”I’m glad you’re here with me”, you whispered, not realizing just how close to losing him you had been. He didn’t say anything, but reached over his shoulder with one hand to grasp yours and squeeze it tightly.
You took in a deep breath and turned to reach for a handtowel before switching on the showerhead as lightly as you could, just enough to trickle water down Frank’s muscled, torn back. The droplets trailing down his spine quickly turned red, and you made sure to carefully press the towel against them before they could slide down the waistband of his jeans.
You cleaned him up, gentle and dedicated to not causing him any more pain, and he sat quietly, letting you take care of him. He wasn’t usually so good at accepting it, but after everything he had been through, he was just so goddamn tired. And after all, if there was anyone he trusted to look after him, it was you.
Evening turned into midnight quickly as you moved to step two: stitching the worst gashes up. His back looked like a piece of cross-stitch by the time you were done, and maybe, in a few days, you’d be able to joke about it. You did the same for his arms, and eventually, crawled around him so you could make sure his chest was okay, too. You could feel his eyes on you, burning through you as he watched you do your thing.
”Gotten good”, he noted quietly, licking his lips. ”’M sorry”, he added, wishing that you could have learned to stitch from your own volition and not because he kept coming home beaten to a pulp.
”Don’t apologize”, you were quick to cut him off, giving him a warm, genuine smile as you placed a hand on the back of his head and met his gaze. ”You look after me, I look after you. That’s just how this works, baby”, you promised, and unable to respond in any way, utterly amazed and grateful for everything that you were, Frank simply looked into your eyes until you asked him to move.
His jeans came off next, and with the heavy atmosphere, there was no sly comment or joke, only complete solemnity as he undressed in front of you. There was a nasty wound on the back of his thigh, and you didn’t think twice to disinfect it and do the same for everything else he couldn’t reach himself. Hell, even if he could have, he was entirely sucked out of all energy. Knowing him, he would have neglected the cuts for as long as he could.
Eventually, you climbed off of the floor, not quite meeting his height as you stood in front of him and placed a hand on his broad chest. ”All fixed up”, you smiled before nodding towards the bedroom, ”want me to get you something comfy to put on?”
Shaking his head, Frank took your hand and swallowed. ”Nah, just wanna get in bed. That alright?” he whispered, and unsure how you’d ever be able to reject him when he sounded so fragile, you simply nodded.
You led him into the bedroom and after switching your bloodied t-shirt into one of Frank’s old ones, you got under the covers and let the man twice your size get on top of you, his head resting on your belly and his arms around you. You wrapped yours around him, too, and gently caressed his hair, smoothing the unruly curls out and rubbing his scalp with your fingertips.
You didn’t realize he was crying until the tears came in contact with the revealed skin from under your tee, the exhaustion finally wearing him down. After facing off with Billy, evading the police time and time again, saying goodbye to Amy… he was just happy to be in bed with you, free to breathe and sleep.
His quiet cries got you to tear up, too, and you leaned down to press a kiss on the top of his head. ”I love you, Frank”, you whispered, ”you’ve earned your rest, okay?”
The squish he gave your sides was enough to decipher a thank you and an I love you all at once, and you smiled weakly.
”Dunno what I’d do without you”, he admitted.
You chuckled softly. ”Lucky for you, you’ll never have to find out”, you promised, continuing your gentle touches on his hair. ”I’m with you as long as you want me”, you added, and now, it was Frank’s turn to chuckle.
”Sweetheart, I ain’t ever lettin’ you go.”
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hemlocksandfoxgloves · 9 months
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Theo hasn’t celebrated his birthday since he was 8 and Liam makes him cry for celebrating it. Thing is, he doesn’t make a big deal out of it. He doesn’t throw him a big party. It’s just the two of them. And it’s the best birthday he’s had in a long time.
Of course Jenna does make a nice meal and gives Theo a vegan muffin with a candle, which makes him laugh.
Later, after everyone has gone to bed, Liam and Theo are watching a movie on the couch when Liam brings out one more surprise for him.
“Liam, I dont need any gifts. This is perfect right here.”
“Well, I’m not taking it back, so you might as well just take it.”
Theo doesn’t say anything as Liam quickly runs to the closet and retrieves something. It’s kind of big, but Liam tries to hide it behind his back. Theo looks at the wrapped case as Liam holds it in front of him. The wrapping paper had squirrels all over it and was quite hideous, but was totally all Liam. Theo stared at the package with wide eyes. He glances at Liam, who’s giving him his best puppy dog eyes. He can’t look at him or he’ll break. 
“Are you… going to open it?”
“No,” he says tightly.
“Theo,” Liam whines.
“No, I can’t take it, Liam.”
Liam sighs. “Here,” he says as he tears the wrapping a little, splitting down a squirrel. He imagines it’s the same way his coyote tears through a small animal. Theo can see the top of the guitar case and the start of the company store name where Liam got the guitar and, no doubt, the leather case with it. Strings and Things, the musical shop off the corner by Sinema. Theo has been in there countless times, always wanting but never able to afford a new guitar. So he’s seen the price tags, and he knows there’s no way Liam could’ve afforded something like this. “I know you lost your old one when your dad…” Theo looks at Liam with slightly watery eyes. “Anyway, I just… I know how you loved to play, and it’s my fault you lost it anyway, so here.” Liam pushes it closer to Theo and Theo pushes it back. “Theo,” Liam exasperates. Huffing harshly, he pulls the wrapping off the rest of the way. He tears through the badly wrapped present and opens the case. The tears that had been so steadily collecting in Theo’s eyes fall and he sucks in a breath as he sees the guitar in plain view. The very guitar that he has stopped to look at every day at work.
Liam is freaking out. He thought this would make him happy, but all he was doing was making him cry.
“Do you not like it? I know it’s not like your old guitar, but the guy at the shop said it was one of a kind and that no other guitar plays like this one—” Liam stops rambling as he suddenly has his arms full of his coyote boyfriend. Theo sobs softly into his shoulder, his arms tight around him. “Theo im sorry. I thought you would like it. Ill take it back, okay?”
Theo shakes his head and looks at Liam. “Dont take it back.”
“But it made you cry.”
“Cause I'm happy you dumbass. I love you so goddamn much.”
Liam smiles, suddenly getting it. “I love you too.” He says before kissing Theo. The guitar lies forgotten till the next morning. Which is the best night of Liam Dunbar’s life. November 23rd is now his favorite day of the year.
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lunaslovelyrambles · 1 year
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“you’ve got your products and reactants mixed up.”
you swear your eraser nearly rips a hole through your paper as you fix your mistake. who decided that organic chemistry had to be so goddamn hard? and complicated? and stupid, and-
“and the solvent is wrong, polar aprotic works better for SN2.”
and why did you decide to study with the world’s number one chemistry nerd?
“thanks, kuroo, got anything to say that’ll make me feel like i actually do know reaction mechanisms?”
he chose to not say that your skeleton structure was off by one carbon. or that the fluorine should be on a dash bond and not a wedge bond.
“well,” he pointed to the problem before that you had just completed, “this one’s right.”
you gave him an unconvinced look.
“mostly right.”
“ah, there it is,” you sighed and leaned back into your chair. you were tired. more than tired - exhausted. but ochem was your worst subject. it was even worse because there was no way that you’d actually use chemistry given your career goals.
it was merely one of those classes that you “needed to take” for your major. and it was brutal compared to the other chem classes you’d taken beforehand.
kuroo has been your friend for as long as you can remember. he was your neighbor growing up, and best friend ever since then. and now, your study buddy as you struggled with chemistry.
again.
“well. the product is only slightly off. you’re just not thinking about chirality when you’re doing SN1 reactions,” he narrowed his eyes at you as he watched you nod off.
“mhm. chirality, yup.”
“‘cause that can change your products,” he trailed off. your eyes had completely closed and he could’ve sworn you fell asleep because you barely noticed your chair tipping back further and further-
“ah-AH!” you lost your balance and felt yourself fall backwards, thankfully not hitting the ground due to the much more alert kuroo tetsuro.
“i think we should call it for tonight,” he went to go close your textbook. you sprung forward to stop him.
“no, no wait! i promise i’m awake,” you pleaded with him. he sighed and shook his head.
“you’ve done this before, y/l/n. with every other chem exam i’ve helped you study for. remember when i helped you study for your first gen chem one exam?” he had a teasing lilt to his voice.
“umm.. no?”
“exactly,” he full on smirked at you now, “you fell asleep for it.” you huffed, moving your arms to cross over your chest.
“well, it’s not my fault chemistry is so.. sleep inducing.” he mocked hurt and held his hand to his chest, as if the mere thought of chemistry being talked badly about was offensive.
“how dare you speak that way about chemistry?”
“oh come off it, deep down inside your science-loving heart you know this can get a bit boring.” he hummed in response, sliding your book off the desk and into your bag.
“maybe, maybe you just don’t understand how amazingly fun and super rad it can be.” that got a laugh out of you.
“but even with how fun it is, it’s not good to study for,” he broke to check the clock, “four hours? with rarely any breaks.”
“i know,” you sighed, head resting on the desk. even as you tried to relax your brain was still filled with ochem, and stupid reactions. your eyes fluttered shut and you sighed.
kuroo smiled affectionately at your sleepiness. it was cute, and he admired how much you effort you were putting into the class despite your hatred towards it.
he nudged your shoulder to jostle you awake slightly.
“don’t fall asleep at the desk,” he gently helped you up and over to your bed where you finally felt your body decompress. kuroo tucked the blankets around your body.
he took one second to unabashedly admire how adorable you were when you got tired. kuroo couldn’t help the small smile that rose to his face.
but he soon turned, shutting off the light on the desk and gathering his stuff. he assumed you were asleep until you spoke up again:
“night, tetsu,” you yawned sleepily, the sound of the nickname from his lips made him smile.
“g’night y/n, try not to dream too much about chemistry.”
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j-onedrabbles · 11 months
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𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒆𝒏: 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒑 cw: **THIS CHAPTER MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS AS SEX*AL ASSAULT AND HARASSMENT ARE TALKED ABOUT DUE TO FAE AND NYMPHOLOGY IN GENERAL.** insecurities towards dating, body insecurities (i think you could call it that? idk? imma put it there anyways), food, mention trauma dump, chef lee know, mad lee know for a second wc: 1.2k a/n: I changed up some mythology for sake of story with siren/mermaids bc all I heard was the goddamn h2o meme
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Minho hummed to the music that played at a low volume throughout his apartment as he moved through the kitchen. Slightly dancing as he cooked dinner. He only started cooking when Y/n texted him she was on her way over to his place, stopping when he heard a knock on the door almost twenty minutes later.
Minho wiped his hands with the kitchen towel before heading to the front door. He smiled at the girl on the other side and invited her in. “welcome.”
“Thanks,” Y/n smiled back.
Minho closed the door and headed back to the kitchen while she set her stuff down and slipped her sneakers off.
“Smells good,” Y/n commented as she joined him in the kitchen.
“Thanks. I might have texted Jisung and asked what your favorite was,” the dancer admitted
“How badly are you trying to impress me?” Y/n joked
“Depends if it’s working.”
“A little.”
Minho smirked as he continued cooking. “Do you need help with anything?”
“I got it. Do you want anything to drink?”
“Water’s fine.”
Minho took a break from the food and grabbed her a glass of water, “Don't turn into a fish on me.”
“You don't have to worry about that. I only have my tail when I’m in the Fae realm.”
“I thought it was whenever you touched the water?”
“False narrative. I think it just adds plot to the media when we randomly get wet and become a fish.”
“Is it possible if you go in the ocean? Like, seawater?”
“Don’t know actually. Never really go to the ocean.”
“Do you want to?”
Y/n shrugged, “Maybe if no one was there.”
Minho hummed in response as he went back to cooking. Y/n watched him work, cooking looked like it was second nature to him. She really could watch him cook all day. Especially while he danced to the music that played through his apartment. If this was what dating Minho was like, she’d want this every day.
“Can I ask you a question?” Y/n asked, nerves starting to set in.
“Of course.”
“I don’t want this to come out as me seeming conceited, but uhm, why do you like me?”
“Well,” Minho sighed as he finished cooking, “at first it was because you were hot.”
“Thanks,” Y/n giggled as he turned to face her.
“But, and not to sound like a creep, I started watching how you interacted with people, or better, noticing how you interacted with people–”
“I like the latter explanation better.”
“Yeah, well, I noticed how you interacted with people– fae or human– and you were so nice, despite how some humans treat you. I think I started liking your personality and then Jisung introduced us. I don’t know if it’s because you’re fae but I’ve been, drawn to you, for lack of a better explanation.”
“Probably because I’m fae, honestly.”
“Maybe. I think if you were human, I still would have fallen for you.”
“Really? You think you would have?”
“You don’t think I would have?”
“Maybe? I don’t know.”
“Hey,” Minho grabbed her hands, “What’s this about?”
Y/n sighed and looked down at their hands, “can we sit?”
Minho nodded and led them over to the couch in his living room. Minho ran his thumb over her knuckles as he waited for her to talk.
“I… I don’t think bad of you Minho, but, there’s no way for me to say it other than, I don’t want to feel like I’m a body to you...”
“Someone’s made you feel like that before?”
“A lot of people, actually,” Y/n couldn’t look him in the eyes, “If you couldn’t tell already, it’s made me a little insecure about dating.”
“Come here,” Minho tugged her into a hug. Y/n wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her head against his chest, “I generally, never want you to feel like that, with me or anyone again.”
“There’s… more too…”
“You don’t need to tell me tonight. I can tell it was hard enough for you to tell me about your insecurities.”
“I think it’s better you know before we get serious,” Y/n sat up and looked at him
“You want to take this past hanging out at parties and drinking with our friends?” Minho’s voice was laced with a comedic sarcasm
“Even though we technically met less than a week ago, yes?” Y/n felt her cheeks flush a bit at her answer
“You’re cute when you’re shy,” Minho smiled
“Can we get back on topic? It’s serious,” Y/n steered back to the original conversation.
“I’m listening.” Minho squeezed her hand as reassurance. Y/n took a deep breath.
“You know the general mythology of fae, specifically nymphs, right?”
“Love music and dance but unfortunately they’ve dealt with sexual assault and harassment because of their beauty,” Minho answered, then it hit him. “Have you—”
“Yeah. That’s kinda why I asked earlier why you liked me. Anyone else that’s showed any interest has just looked at me as a pretty fae they can get with.”
Minho stood and paced his living room a bit. He wasn’t completely unaware of how disgusting people could be, but it hits harder when you find out it’s someone you like or someone you’re close to. “Min…?”
He couldn’t be mad right now. Especially when the girl he grew feelings for over months of just admiring from afar was trusting him with something like this. He took a deep breath and crouched down in front of her. “I know, you probably don’t want to hear an apology—”
“You have nothing to apologize for Min,” Y/n held his face in her hands as she looked into his eyes. “I didn’t tell you for some pity party. It’s something I've dealt with in the past that I thought you should know. I’m not gonna lie, sometimes it still affects me. I didn’t want to keep it from you and something happen between us and I just randomly push you away…”
“Promise to tell me when you’re going through it? Even if you don’t want to be around me, rant to me. I can’t promise I won’t get mad about the fact it happened but I want to be someone you turn to with your issues. We’ll take this thing between us slow, okay?”
“Why are you so perfect,” Y/n felt like crying. Only her friends have ever gotten mad for her about something like this. “Promise me the same? You’ll come to me when you’re having a bad day?”
“I will,” Minho cupped her cheeks and wiped away the tears that hung under her bottom lashes.
“God. I didn't mean to trauma dump. I feel like I've been doing that since we met,” Y/n chuckled awkwardly
“It’s okay. Trauma tends to shape us more than we like to admit,” Minho laughed with her a bit. “Come on. Let’s eat.”
The two went back into the kitchen and Minho served the food. It hadn't gotten too cold just yet but he still offered to warm it up.
“Holy shit! This is amazing Min!” Y/n exclaimed
“Good. I'm glad you like it.” Minho smiled
“You might just have to cook for me all the time now,” Y/n joked
“I’ll cook for you whenever you want. Just ask.”
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scifigrl47 · 2 years
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Thinking Outside the Carton
(Just some OC comfort, for anyone who needs it.)
“You don’t want to be here right now.”
Harris opened his mouth to say something, and Darcy wasn’t interested in hearing it.  Clinging to the strap of her purse like the last lifeline available to her, she strode past him, shoving the door to her office open with a bit more force than was really necessary.  She paused just long enough to kick off first one shoe and then the other, the pump hitting the wall with a dull thud, then she dropped into her chair.
Harris exhaled.  “So, Jane says-”
“You don’t want to be here,” Darcy repeated, the teeth biting into the words.  She turned on her monitor with a stab of her finger.  “Trust me.  You don’t.”
“Right.  Jane says-”
Her head snapped up.  “It has been the worst fucking day,” she said, and she was mad, she was so mad, rage was keeping her upright, it was keeping the tears at bay, because she was not going to cry.  She was not going to fucking cry at work.  “And the world is terrible, and all-”  She wrenched a desk drawer open, grabbing her planner and slapping it on her desk.  “And I can’t do anything about that, can I?  So I’m pissed and frustrated and-” Scared.  She swallowed that, a bitter pill.  “And a major report is fucked up and I forgot my goddamn lunch.”
Harris winced, his mouth going tight.  “Do you want me to get you something from the cafeteria?”
“No.”  She did.  But she didn’t.  She flicked through the next few months, not wanting to think about how badly this was going to screw over her schedule for the foreseeable future.  Her eyes burned, and she blinked hard.  “I want cookie dough ice cream.  And I spent my entire lunch break hitting six different stores, six DIFFERENT stores, and none of them.  None.  Had cookie dough ice cream.”
“Supply chain’s been a bitch,” Harris said, and he was sympathetic.  Gentle.  
She didn’t want gentle.  Or kind.  She didn’t want to cry, she was goddamn sick of crying, and if she was going to do it, she wasn’t going to do it at work.
She was not going to cry at work.
“Yeah, everything’s been a bitch,” she said, and the rage felt silly now.  Felt childish and petting and stupid.  She blinked hard, trying to focus on her computer screen.  “So I’m sure that Jane told you that your psycho girlfriend-”
“She said you were having a hard day,” Harris said, cutting her off.  “Because it’s Jane.   So she would never call you-”
“I know.”  She refused to look at him.  “I know.  Look.  I know you-”  She pulled up a program window at random, staring at it until it went blurry.  “I’m having a bad day.”
Harris smiled.  “I know.”
She nodded.  “I’ve got-”  She waved at the screen.  “Work.”
Harris’ eyes slid towards the computer.  “You don’t have to, you know.  Some days are-”  His voice trailed off, and his shoulders raised in a shrug.  “Like that.”
Darcy tried to smile.  “Yeah.  A lot of them, lately.  She looked up, her chin high, her eyes dry.  “Thanks for trying.”
He nodded.  “I’ll get you something to eat,” he said, and before she could tell him not to bother, he was gone, shutting her door gently behind him.  
She stared at it for a minute.  “I’m not going to eat it,” she said to no one and nothing in particular.  Because she was super mature like that.
She was super, super mature like that.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled off her glasses and set them aside.  Sure, it was a shitty day and it seemed like it wasn’t going to get much better, but she’d held it together.
She was not going to cry at work.
And she was at work.  It was time to work.
Darcy had managed to untangle three separate grant proposal timelines and six different vacation and conference scheduling conflicts when a faint rap on the door brought her head up.  “If this is about the crate in the hallway outside of lab 4, I swear that I’m as pissed as you are,” she called.
The door opened and Harris poked his head in.  “Hey,” he said, giving her a little wave. The plastic bag in his hand swung through the air.  “Can I come in?”
Darcy smiled.  “I don’t know why you would want to,” she admitted.
Harris slipped in, shutting the door.  “Well, this is my favorite place in the building to hide from Tony,” he admitted.  He dropped into her visitor chair, setting the bag on the desk between them.  “For some reason, he never comes down this way.”
“He’s banned for life from the science labs,” Darcy said.  “Which doesn’t stop him, but he has to choose his trespassing violations carefully.”
“Makes sense.”  Harris reached into the bag.  “So you weren’t kidding about the cookie dough ice cream thing.”  He looked up.  “Could not find a single place that had it.”
Some of the strain went out of her back.  “Did you look?”
“I looked.  And failed.”  He pulled out a pint of ice cream.  “I had to settle for a high end pint of premium vanilla and-”  He pulled out a familiar yellow tube.  “Cookie dough.”
Darcy stared at him.  “You didn’t.”
“I mean, the plus to it is that the ice cream is just melty enough to make stirring it in easy, and because i bought the largest thing of cookie dough that they had, you can go for whatever ratio of ice cream to cookie dough that you like.”
Her throat hurt.  “Did you get the kind that’s okay to eat raw?”
“No, I bought the kind that clearly states like six times that you should not eat it raw, because that is the best kind to eat raw,” Harris said, with that easy, lopsided smile of his that she loved so much.
Darcy nodded.  “If I just…”  She scrubbed the heel of her hand against one eye, and her makeup was fucked, she knew it, and she wasn’t sure she cared.  “Like, sliced a chunk of cookie dough log off and dunked it in the ice cream, would you judge me?
Harris’ head tipped back, and he hummed under his breath.  “Can I have some?”
“You bought it, you dumbo,” she said.  
“Yeah, but I sent you a Venmo, I expect to be paid back,” he said, and she let out a sound that could’ve been a laugh or a sob.  Harris held out a hand.  “Don’t suppose I can get a hug?”
Darcy picked up the ice cream, and pointed at the couch in the corner of her office.  “I demand cuddle sto go with my ice cream.”
He pulled his phone out of his pocket.  “Hold on, let me just adjust my Venmo request, I charge extra for-”
“Couch!”
Laughing, he stood, grabbing the cookie dough.  “Yes, ma’am.”
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babyjakes · 2 years
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event | whumptember 2022
prompt | yelling
pairing | daddy!chris evans x little!reader
warnings | sfw regression, i know nothing about football, chris yelling (in excitement), so fluffy and soft and 🥺 i love daddy!chris 🫶🫶🫶
word count | 466
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okay so the thought of daddy!chris yelling at little!reader makes me too 😦😦 so let’s go with chris yelling at the goddamn football game on tv for this one lol
idk maybe it’s a big game and he’s very invested, and little reader’s just hanging out with him and dodger in the living room. the game’s getting heated and chris is getting all pumped up as silly white boys do, he’s probably got dodger all worked up as well haha
reader’s laying next to him on the couch, not on his lap bc he’s up and out of his seat to cheer every few minutes lol. leaning back against the cushions, playing on her phone or whatever
then there’s a big play and a foul (is that a football term??? sjsksjsjsjsj) against chris’s team and he gets 👺👺pissed!!!👺👺
“what the fuck was that? call that!! that’s gotta be a fowl!” maybe he doesn’t agree with the ump’s decision and that makes him even more mad hehe
but when he finally settles back down onto the couch, he freezes when he can feel it shaking 🥺 looking over he sees reader with her big eyes full of tears and she’s just 🥺🥺 looking at him, bottom lip wobbling
“oh bubba, hey-” his voice is instantly so low and soft and careful. reader hugs her knees up to her chest, sniffling weakly. it’s an unspoken rule that chris NEVER raises his voice around her when she’s little bc she’s just too sensitive and it’s too scary
“sweet girl, come here,” he switches the volume off on the tv and now he’s got his full attention on her, feeling so guilty and reckless for scaring her so badly
“l-loud, daddy” 🥺
“i know baby, i’m so sorry. need to use my inside voice, daddy just forgot. it’s okay, no more yelling” 🥺🥺
“no more, please” her eyes are still so big and they finally overflow with her tears
“oh sweetheart, shhh,” he’s quickly pulling her over onto his lap, rocking her softly as she whimpers “shhh, baby. see? nice and soft, soft and quiet for baby. no more loud, okay? pinky promise”
she links pinkies but still cries for a little while, chris just holds her and rocks her and talks so sweetly and softly to her. keeps repeating stuff like “soft and gentle, nice and quiet, no scary voices here, just soft and safe for baby”
eventually she calms down and he turns the tv back on but much lower volume this time. and he’s no longer invested at all in the game, just wants to take care of his little girl. maybe he carries her during a commercial break to go get her crayons and coloring book and they color a picture together while they watch 💖💖💖
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elementalmoments · 9 months
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steve/danny, 23
23. …in relief
Stupid, Danny kicked himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He knew better than to leave Steve unattended, knew better than anyone what trouble he could get himself into. It had been two hours since the last time they’d spoken. Steve was so sure of himself, pack slung over his shoulder as he headed up the mountain. Danny should have made him wait for Chin.
Chin had kept his cool for the first half hour or so after he’d arrived, but even he was starting to get anxious. Kono checking in every ten minutes didn’t help. Danny told her that, and she calmly replied that the Governor was pacing Commander McGarrett’s office waiting for an update on the missing teens and had requested an update every ten minutes. There was a migraine brewing behind Danny’s temples, and for once he prayed it was due to the stress and not because, as was equally likely, the sky was about to break open.
“I should go up after him,” Danny said, reaching for his vest.
Chin shook his head. “Negative. The last thing we should do is split up again.”
“Someone has to stay here in case they come back to the car,” Danny said. He peered up the trail Steve had taken.
“My point exactly,” Chin said. “We should stay here.”
“Something could have happened,” Danny said.
Chin raised an eyebrow. “If anyone is going up alone after McGarrett, it would be me. I grew up here, I know these forests well enough to know that chasing after a man like Steve is pointless.” Sensing the fear under Danny’s frustration, he softened. “He took the flare gun, right?”
Danny nodded. And then it started to rain.
They scrambled for the truck, already damp by the time they closed the doors to the cab, breathing heavily.
Danny shot Chin a sideways look. “Will a flare gun work in the rain?”
Chin rolled his eyes. “Yes, Danny, a flare gun will work in the rain.”
It may work in the rain, Danny thought, but they’d be lucky if they could see it. The rain sluiced down the windows, completely obscuring the view out of the truck. The sound of it was thunderous, but not loud enough to cover the distinctive pop of gunfire.
“Goddamn it,” Danny said, flinging the door open again. He was drenched in an instant, hair plastered to his head. The ground churned to clingy mud beneath his feet. “Steve!” he yelled, looking around.
“Danny,” Chin said, coming around behind him. “We don’t know it’s him.”
“Who else is going to be out in this?” Danny asked, gesturing at the rain.
“Whoever he’s shooting at,” Chin pointed out. “We should get to the trees.”
The trees didn’t provide much cover, but they blocked the rising wind and some of the rain. Chin and Danny moved as quietly as they could in a slow arc towards where they’d heard the gunfire.
“Come on,” Steve’s voice came from somewhere to the left, urgent. “We’re almost there.”
“Steve?” Danny called.
“Danny!” Steve called back. “Hey, I need a hand over here.”
The first sight of Steve through the trees made Danny’s stomach flip. His shirt was blood-stained, it was hard to tell how badly with the rain, and there was a smear of blood coming from a cut near his temple.
“Danny,” Steve said. “Hey, no I’m fine, I’m fine.”
“Jesus,” Danny said. “What, did you get shot? Come here.”
Danny ignored him, lifting up his shirt to see a perfectly intact six-pack.
“It’s just a scratch,” Steve said, gesturing to his forehead. “The rest of it isn’t my blood.”
It’s only then that Danny turned to the two teenagers trailing Steve like bedraggled ducklings. The boy had his arm in a makeshift sling, and the girl looked like she was about to shiver out of her skin.
“Okay,” Danny said, the fight leaving him in a whoosh. He rested his hand on Steve’s chest. “What took you so long?”
Steve snorted, mouth twitching to a smile, and he leaned down and kissed Danny on the mouth. “Pua’a,” he said.
“Gnarly,” Chin said from behind them, drily. “Okay you lovebirds, that’s enough.”
“Mmm,” Danny said into the kiss. He would beg to differ. But it is cold, and the kids. They drew back, and Danny could see the relief in the slack line of Steve’s shoulders, the way his entire posture said safe. They would wait out the rain in the truck, then they’d go home.
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Gonna complain on here because ooh love tumblr. Love how anonymous it is. Love that no one can find me.
Anyway, I work retail and I work 8 hour shifts. I get two breaks, but otherwise I am on my feet for 7 hours. Except when I go to the bathroom. I spend most of that time standing behind a customer service desk making orders, booking deliveries, helping customers find what they’re after.
This Saturday my back started hurting SUPER badly. Which isn’t surprising. I have big tits. This is kind of my curse for the rest of my life. But it was getting significantly bad this Saturday, and I knew all the standing was making it worse. Every moment I wasn’t with a customer I was slumped over trying to stretch out my back. It was so bad that even when I got home, I couldn’t sit at my desk. Laying in bed it just throbbed. I woke up at 4am to feed my cat and I could feel how one wrong move would send me gasping in pain. I had to call in sick for Sunday.
This has happened to me before. Not a lot, but… it’s happened. This was definitely the worst it’s been in a long time, so I actually thought maybe I could do something about. I emailed my HR department just like “hey don’t know if you guys are the ones to talk to about this, but would it be possible to get some stools at the customer service desk to use sometimes? I’ve had some really bad pain in my back and this would really help me. This way I wouldn’t have to call in sick and actually it might help me not get to the point where I would HAVE to call in sick, if I could sit down preemptively when I can feel it starting to come on.”
And long story short, I get a reply telling me to go to the doctor. File an incident report and tell them about my injury. Make sure my doctor lists the job duties that I can and cannot perform. Depending on what they are they may have to move me to a different department. Just… things are getting wildly out of hand.
But the real kicker was after all that they said : “I don’t see stools at the customer service counters as being something we can facilitate at this time.”
LIKE…. What are you saying? You would rather move me to a different department (newsflash all the departments require you to stand for your entire shift. Unless you’re a manager), and replace me in my own department with a new hire. Both of us will have to be retrained in our respective areas…. Than give me a GODDAMN stool sometimes?
ALSO this is JUST A LIE because we’ve had people injure themselves in OTHER departments and they have been moved onto the customer service desk WHERE WE GAVE THEM A STOOL. I’m talking people with back injuries, pregnant people, someone in a cast. We gave them all a stool!
Anyway just remember kids that companies SUCK. Capitalism SUCKS. Managers SUCK. HR departments SUCK. No one is here to protect YOU. They would rather uproot your whole job then let a single customer see you sitting down. God forbid
They preach about how much they care for their coworkers, and celebrate IDAHOT day and give you your free rainbow bag which they sell and SAY they donate proceeds to a LGBT+ charity, but they can’t tell you the name of said charity. And they’ll do their little mental health awareness weeks and partner with counselling services, and give you your little “how to be a good ally” listicles. But when you ACTUALLY need their help and support… they won’t even give you a god. Damn. Chair.
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Jimmy Woo Masterlist
A Damn Good Team (ao3) - Enigmaforum T, 1k
Summary: They weren’t the Avengers but they were a damn good team all the same.
They could do this. They would do this.
First meet contact. Second save Darcy.
Beyond Our Control (ao3) - cluelessrebel1988 T, 2k
Summary: An extended scene with Monica and Jimmy during and after the events at the end of WandaVision episode 6
Breaking All The Rules (ao3) - DGCatAniSiri scott/jimmy G, 1k
Summary: Jimmy is in Scott Lang's bed. That's really not how this is supposed to work.
choreography (ao3) - manic_intent scott/jimmy E, 9k
Summary: The alpha stood carefully by the biggest window in Scott’s house, keeping his hands to himself. Fate had just decided to fuck with Scott in a major way and the only comfort Scott could take from the mess was that Agent Jimmy Woo looked as freaked out as Scott was. Of course the first perfectly compatible alpha Scott had ever met in nearly five decades of his life on earth would be his goddamned case officer.
first date (ao3) - ChookTingle scott/jimmy M, 2k
Summary: Scott finally asks Jimmy out then turns up late for their first date. This doesn't end even half as badly as he expected.
First Move (ao3) - calatoria darcy/jimmy T, 3k
Summary: Post-Hex, Darcy and Jimmy keep dancing around each other. Who makes the first move?
Green Tea Panna Cotta with Cookie Crumble and Brûléed Plums (ao3) - derevko_child phil/melinda G, 3k
Summary: They both smell like they just came out of a coffee shop but Coulson smells like coffee and May smells like tea, and if twenty years ago, someone tells him that one day, he’ll be sitting in between the two of them, eating Chinese takeout for dinner, knees touching, watching tv and bantering like old friends, he’d probably think they’re crazy
Agent Jimmy Woo gets a surprise visit from old friends.
Hints (ao3) - amitiel, RikuKingdomHearts3 darcy/jimmy G, 1k
Summary: Darcy realizes that she has a crush on Jimmy so she figures that she'll drop some hints and get them talking about it so she can properly tell him. After all, no one can be THAT dense... right?
Normal People (ao3) - manic_intent scott/jimmy E, 43k
Summary: “Dating is a security risk,” Phil said. He patted Jimmy companionably on the shoulder as he said it.
Jimmy pointedly shrugged off Phil’s hand. “Seriously? Is this really the time?”
Phil shaded his eyes against the sun. They were both wrapped heavily in parkas, knee-deep in snow a couple of miles out from Mt. Lussari village. Nothing but brilliant blue sky, mountains, and the wreckage of a military plane with all the bodies suspiciously missing. “It’s always a good time. Especially if you insist on using unsecured apps.”
Only in a Sitcom (ao3) - ForASecondThereWedWon darcy/jimmy T, 26k
Summary: Darcy has no idea what the hell's going on with this WandaVision thing, but neither does Jimmy. It's kinda fun to have somebody to binge-watch alternate reality TV with.
Initiative (ao3) - manic_intent scott/jimmy E, 6k
Summary: “Hello again,” Scott said, as cheerfully as he could.
Standing by the holographic deck in the middle of the shiny new Situation Room in the shiny new HQ for ATLAS, Jimmy stared at Scott. “Did you need something else, Mister Lang?”
Scott winced. The past year since the Ghost Incident hadn’t changed Agent Jimmy Woo much. Same wary expression, as though Scott was going to cart off the TV if Jimmy turned his back. Jimmy was still looked perfectly folded into his black suit with the neat tie, his collar pressed to sharp edges. “No uh. Just want to say. I’m happy to be here?”
jurisdiction (ao3) - manic_intent scott/jimmy E, 5k
Summary: “Let’s say that I met someone kinda cute,” Scott said as he and Luis sat down for tacos in Taqueria El Farolito, hunched over their burritos against the bright yellow and orange wall. “But we didn’t meet in the best of circumstances, and they probably hate me. How would I fix things?”
never the wrong card (ao3) - manic_intent scott/jimmy E, 4k
Summary: Scott peeked in. He was a little late thanks to traffic. On a quick sweep of the place, he thought for a moment that whoever he was meeting was also late. Or had stood Scott up. No such luck. In the corner of the restaurant, checking his phone, was a guy in a suit with a white tulip pinned to his lapel.
Huh. Scott felt a little embarrassed for snipping a wildflower off the sidewalk now, but he’d genuinely forgotten about the flower thing until he was on his way. He sidled over to the table and sat down. “Paxton’s friend?” Scott asked, then added awkwardly, “er, hi.”
superheroes (ao3) - manic_intent scott/jimmy E, 7k
Summary: “Just gimme the chicken soup,” Scott said, once Agent Woo ran out of breath.
Woo blinked and handed over the plastic soup container. It was lukewarm to the touch and smelled rich and oily and herby in a way Scott didn’t recognise. Strange wrinkly red raisin-like things floated on the surface among odd white shards, and the chicken was a weird charcoal colour through the clear plastic lid. “Err. Is this really chicken soup?” Scott asked, trying his best not to sound suspicious and failing.
“It’s obviously chicken soup,” Woo said, a little defensively.
the mistimed bing (ao3) - Siria scott/jimmy T, 3k
Summary: “Oh, whoa, okay, wait, hold up.” Scott came to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk, clutching his bag of tacos to his chest. “I think he actually was asking me out.”
Wooing Bruce (ao3) - Blizzard_Fire jimmy/bruce T, 2k
Summary: Jimmy performs card tricks to calm Hulk down. In the year that follows, he and Bruce get to know each other.
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Slow Down Rebel Boy || Poe Dameron
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Transmasc! Reader
Word Count: 4.1k
Synopsis: He’s been bouncing around all around The Resistance, doing everything for everyone, and every time you tell him to slow it down.  (Or the 3 times you make Poe take a break and the 1 time he comes to you for one.)
Warnings: Canon Compliant (Post TLJ / Pre TROS), Established Relationship, 3+1 Things, Mild Hurt/Comfort, NSFW, Coded Language (clit and cunt)
A/N: This was 100% written so I could watch @mccnknightstcrdst lose their goddamn mind 😌(also cue me writing other things even though i have a series to work on)
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He was quieter for the first few weeks after Crait.
You had noticed the subtle shift in your love after The Resistance had settled into Ajan Kloss. The lack of smiles, laughter and the typical fiery stubborn temper had all but disappeared. He was silent and nearly compliant with everything asked of him— so unlike his regular self. 
Poe was different.
It had taken a tearful confession at night for you to realize how badly the last escape from The First Order affected him. He had blamed himself for the losses at D’Quar, for Leia’s injuries, and Vice Admiral Holdo’s sacrifice for them to even make it to Crait in the first place. He had felt at fault for the position they were in now, barely scraping by and on the breaking point of falling apart. The Order had truly won their last battle, sinking their claws deeper into the galaxy and more and more people were afraid to help them.
He believed he was the one to condemn for that. 
Wiping away his tears, you tugged him closer and assured him it wasn’t; that no one believed he was at fault, which was true. Rubbing your hand over his back, you told him his leadership skills were needed and that people here still needed him to be him. 
After that night, you noticed his demeanor change; he was acting like his usual self.
Well except for one thing. 
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Dumping the extra scraps you scavenged over your workbench, you plopped down with a sigh. On one hand, you were glad to have found a bunch of scraps to use but frankly, there were one too many X-Wings that still needed to be repaired and you were running a little behind. 
Speaking of which, the familiar reverberations of the ships shook the broken down structure and quickly you were out of your seat; heading straight toward the hangars. Your eyes fall on the familiar black and orange X-Wing, watching the dark curly-haired man hop out; his usual bright orange jumpsuit was covered in different size patches of dirt. He talked to a few of his other pilots, seemingly updating them on some sort of information. You watched and as the conversation ended, he started off in the other direction; the one he wasn’t supposed to be going. 
“Poe!” you shouted, watching the man pause and turn; a soft puppy-like grin stretching across his lips as he jogged up to you. 
“Hey, handsome.” he sang, tucking his helmet under his left arm to cup your face with both hands and kisses you tenderly. It’s short-lived but sweet and you can’t help but lick over your lips.
“Good to see you too, love. Where are you off to?” you ask, scanning over the small scapes on his face and neck; catching the way his eye twitched.
“I was going to start working on the next mission briefing, I—”
“Poe— you just got back,” you state and he winces slightly. 
“Yeah, well I thought, I could–” he tried to explain but you shook your head. 
“Poe, you haven’t even rested,” you poke his chest hard and he lets out a soft sigh.  “I’m also assuming you didn’t eat anything either, since you forgot your food pouch too,” you add sarcastically, poking him again. You wait for an answer but instead, Poe shyly avoids your eyes.
“Now, now, Wing Commander you are to go to your quarters, eat and relax,” you command, walking behind him and giving him a shove in the direction of all the rooms.
“Wait, wait, I promise it won’t take long at all! It’s quick and I will be done and in my room—” you snort, knowing this little game of his all too well.
“Before you know it?” you finish, watching the small smile drop from his lips.
“That’s what you said last time, but then you ended up spending the entire day planning said mission you just went on and left before I could even talk to you.” you look over at his X-Wing and then back to him; his head bowed down, staring at his feet. 
“Sorry, I will go eat.” he softly apologizes a small frown over his lips. 
“No need to, love; I just need to you to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.” you soothe. 
“I know.” he kisses the inside of your palm and you can’t help but drag your thumb over his lips.
“You can slow down, love.”
“I know and thank you, handsome.” he grinned, nuzzling your hand for a second longer before you put it down to hold his hand. 
“No problem, now let’s go get you fed.” you smile, pressing a quick kiss to his neck before heading to your shared room. You feel him squeeze your hand for a second but don’t think anything of it; not noticing the sharp intake of air he takes.
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You had lost track of him after breakfast.
Poe had slipped out of sight when you were talking with Finn and now you couldn’t find him anywhere. Normally, you wouldn’t be that concerned with him off doing whatever business he need but he had spent all day hard at work and he needed a damn break. 
You had ended up outside, grimacing at the hot heat of the jungle, and began searching outside. You passed by many of your friends but with no sign of Poe. You were deep within the forest when you caught sight of rocks flirting and you pause. As quiet as could be, you crept in that direction catching sight of the young Jedi, training. She was barely floating above the ground, a few small rocks rotating around her. 
“Rey,” you called softly, not wanting to break her concentration, “ have you seen Poe?”
“No, why?” she replied, her eyes still closed. 
“He’s being a busy body again,” you complain, sitting down under a tree,
“Ah, the typical Dameron.”
“Yep, and I was trying to make sure he stayed still but he gave me the slip when I was talking to Finn.” 
“He’s a crafty one.” she chuckled, and you rolled your eyes. 
“He’s a bastard is what he is. Dammit, Dameron.” you deflate, looking up between the branches. Silence falls between you both and you wait, watching as Rey slowly moves higher into the air.
“Rey?”
“No, I will not use the force just to find Poe.” she deadpanned.
“Not even if I say please?” you plead with your voice and she shakes her head. 
“The answer remains the same.”
“Damn.”
“I’m sure you’ll find him soon, if there’s one thing about Poe he has his patterns.” she hums, and it's like the idea comes crashing down onto your head; you scramble up off the ground. 
“You’re absolutely right, thank you for the advice!” you shout before taking off. 
“Oh, I didn’t mean—” Rey’s voice trailed off as you rushed past the tall bushes and trees, towards the other side of the base. If there was one thing you knew about Poe, was his love for vehicles, especially fast ones. As soon as you catch sight of the speeders, you see him standing there chatting with a few other members. You jog over, right as someone points at you and Poe turns around with a smile, meeting you halfway. 
“Hey, handsome.” he greeted, pulling you in for a hug and kissing the top of your forehead. 
“I didn’t know you taught speeder lessons.” you grinned, waving at a few of the soldiers; their heads falling down as they pretended they didn’t get caught staring. 
“I saw them riding around and it look like a few of them were struggling, so I thought I give them some tips.” he stepped back, turning to admire
“Just tips on how to ride?” you raised your eyebrow. 
“Well, that and maybe a few on how to em faster,” he spoke, shyly scratching the back of his head. 
“Like the speeders, you used in Kijimi, when you were—” his gloved hand quickly cups itself around your mouth, as he looks at you wide-eyed. 
“Shh, will you keep your voice down?” he hissed, and you smirked against the leather, tugging his hand gently down. 
“Why? I’m sure they’d love to know you were a spice runner.” you beam and he squints. 
“Why are you being a little terror?” 
“I don’t know, why are you not taking it easy, like I asked?” he instantly grimaces and stomps his foot like a little kid. 
“Handsome, you know I hate sitting still,” he whines and you cross your arms. 
“Yes, I do but with the number of chases you get yourself into and hurt, I think I’m allowed to be worried.”
“This time, I didn’t get hurt that bad!” he argued, patting the side that barely was grazed by a Stormtrooper's blaster. 
“Emphasis on this time. Coming back from missions and working your ass off, isn’t healthy for you, my love. You still need to get your rest, so you can keep kicking ass.” you grab his hands, slotting your fingers between his and tugging him closer. His eyes are focused on yours as you lean in and peck his lips lovingly.
“Besides, I’m sure they’re perfectly fine with waiting at least a day, for your supervision to get these speeders in peak working order,” you add, brushing your nose against his jaw; your hands moving to rub over his sides. One of his hands moves to his hips and the other cupping the back of your neck. 
“I hate when you make good points,” he mumbles and you chuckle softly. 
“Oh I know, you do. Which is why I keep making them.” he snorts, kissing you again. 
“You should go tell them you're taking the rest of the day off.”
“The rest of the day?” he looks at you like you’ve said the most insane thing in the world and you shake your head. 
“Poe.”
“Fine, fine.” he frowns but instead of scolding him, you press a kiss to his neck. 
“Go tell ‘em.” you look over to the group and back at Poe, who seems a little flush in the face. His eyes are locked on yours for a moment, before he rubs his neck, walking back to the group. You watch as he apologizes for having to leave and promises to be back tomorrow. You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips, as the rebels thank and rave at him.
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Yawning, through the quiet beeping halls, you come to a stop as you come to your room. The soft click of the button opens the door and to your surprise, Poe is sitting at the table, awake. You rub over your eyes to make sure you’re not already dreaming, shocked to see him up this late. You expect him to look at you but he doesn’t too focused on whatever is in front of him. You enter, letting the door shut softly, and BB-8 beeps from his charging station. You greet the robot, rubbing over his  little head before looking back to your pilot. 
“And what do you think you're doing?” you call out, watching Poe jump and whip around in his seat.
“Oh, uh, hey, um— what have you been up to?” he smiles, pushing back whatever he was working on. You step closer, finally noticing the tablet on the table. 
“Poe.”
“I swear I was doing nothing more than reading over it!” he put his hands up in defense and you rolled your eyes. 
“Which is why you have several mission documents out, right?” he sighed, throwing his head back as he slouched in the seat.
“I’m close to being done.” he defend.
“Poe.”
“I know, you told me before, no more working before bed, in fact, you outlawed it, but I promise I thought it would be quick.” he moped, pulling his stuff back in front of you. Sighing, you set your tool kit down and walked up to the table.
“How close are you?”
“Just another hour,” he whispered and you sighed, tapping your fingers against the table. 
“I’ll give you another half to finish whatever you have now so you can go to sleep, is that okay?” you can see the confusion spread across his face before he realizes your giving him extra time. 
“Yes.” he grinned, blowing you a kiss. “Thank you handsome.”
“Mhm, don’t get used to it, Dameron.” you kiss his temple, heading to your closet. 
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” he laughed, tapping away on his tablet.
You listen to him work silently, as you stripped down and got yourself in clean clothes. You drink a small bit of water before plopping in bed to relax your muscles and closing your eyes. You can feel every second tick by but you refuse to let yourself fall asleep until you can make sure Poe’s in bed. Once it’s been long enough you get up, stretching your limbs as you drape your arms over his shoulder; burying your nose into his hair. 
“Trying to lure me to bed, already? I thought you said you were giving me another half hour?” he hums, one of his warm hands, grabbing and rubbing over your arm. 
“I am, you still have a few minutes. I just missed you, is all,” you mumble.
“I missed you too. I’m sorry we keep breaking everything.” he leans up and kisses underneath your chin. 
“It’s fine, you know I love fixing things,” you speak sarcastically and he laughs.
“Yes, but you’re also very meticulous to make sure everything works perfectly for us.”
“The life of a war mechanic.” you yawn and Poe stops his tapping.
“We're almost at the end.” the calmness in his voice brings an unnerving feeling to your stomach. 
“I know.” you answer, feeling the tension increase. 
“We’ll win, love. Please don’t fret.” you kiss the back of his neck, squeezing him gently till he relaxes with a soft exhale. 
“Ready to stop?” you press your lips behind his ear.
“Yes.” you pull away, and he shuts everything off before getting out of the chair.
“C’mere.” you hug him tightly and he buries his face into your neck. 
“Thank you, handsome.”
“No problem, I love you.”
“Love you too.” he hums, leading you both to bed. 
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The silver shower handle squeaked as you turned it off,  the warm droplets on your body cooling instantly as you stepped out. Another tedious day over and finally you could get some early rest. You slipped into an oversized shirt, one you had nabbed from Poe a long time ago, and a pair of soft pants. You were about to slip under the covers when the metal door whirled to life and in came Poe— looking awfully distraught. 
“I thought you had a meeting?” you ask, sitting on the edge of the bed. 
“I did— I just left early; already got the gist of how that one was going to go.” he shrugged, his fist balling at his side for amount before he shoves them into his pocket.
“Are you alright, love?” he shrugs again, avoiding eye contact as he trudges toward the bed, plopping down beside you. He stares forward, his hands slipping out of his pocket and onto his lap. Carefully, you reach over and grab his hands, rubbing your thumb over each knuckle. 
“It’s okay, I’m here for you, love,” you whisper.
“I think— I wore myself out. I fucking pushed myself too hard and now, I’m fucking exhausted, like an idiot.” his voice broke, along with your heart as he lets out a soft sniffle. He finally looks at you and his eyes are bloodshot and shiny. 
“I know you tried to help and I didn’t listen and I’m sorry—” 
“Poe, you don’t need to apologize for anything, love,” you assure him, quickly dropping to the ground so you can hold his face. His lips quiver, frowning and closing his eyes as a tear rolls down his cheek; you brush it away. 
“Even as headstrong as you are, I know you do it because you care about everyone in this galaxy so much. Please know, that I am proud of all the hard work you do, my love. I am so fucking proud of you, Poe Dameron.” you emphasize the last sentence, watching his features relax as he leans into your palms. You wipe the rest of his tears away, holding him like this until the tears stop running. 
“What can I do to make you feel better? What do you need from me, love?” you ask, your fingers playing with the few curls you can reach. 
“You,” he whispers, the rest of his desires, echoing through his eyes. You smile warmly at him as you stand up and straddle his lap. His hand smoothes over your hips, gently securing you in place as your fingers comb through his hair and pepper him in gentle kisses.
The effect is instant, soft gasps and sighs escaping his mouth until finally your lips land on his. You kiss him slow and thoroughly, mapping out every inch of your mouth, tasting every bit of him. Your hands trail up the dark brown leather jacket, tugging it between your fingers as you deepen the kiss. With a slow rock of your hips, the noises become louder as you find a lazy rhythm, feeling Poe’s cock already straining against the material of his pants. 
Breaking away, you kiss over his jaw, admiring through your upper lashes how out of it and needy he looked— all from just a simple kiss. Your lips trail down his neck, feeling his pulse beating strongly and faster with each kiss you left him. A moan escapes him and you pause your motions, staring up at him with innocent eyes. 
“You like that?” you smirk, watching as Poe avoids your eyes for a moment, before finally looking down at you 
“Yes,” he whimpers, your lips already back over his neck; teething grazing over his fine skin. He curses, tilting his head back as you nip and suck over his pulse point; licking over the newly formed hickey. His grip over your hips tightens as your speed up your pace, the warmth in your core slowly building. 
Swiftly, you tug off your shirt, peeling his leather coat off of him and onto yourself. He was stunned for a moment, but you could easily tell he was loving it with how wide and blown out his eyes were. You take the time to unbutton his shirt and with his help, it's tossed onto the floor with your own. Without warning, he flips the two of you over so your back sinks into the cushiony mattress. You can’t stop smiling, watching him kick off his shoes with ease, properly slotting himself between your legs. He traces his fingers over your stomach and down, right to the edge of your pants and Poe gives you a look.
“Yes, baby.” you spur, biting your lip as his hand disappears under your waistband; the feeling of the rough pads of his fingers brushing your clit makes you shudder. They circle lightly, making broad sweeps over the sensitive nub and through your folds. You whine, opening your legs wider and Poe takes the invitation, pressing two of his warm fingers inside of you. His fingers pump slowly, stretching you gradually and rubbing against all of your sensitive spots. 
“Poe,” the simple plead of his name, breaks his silent trance. 
“I’ve got you handsome,” he coos lowly, thrusting his fingers faster. He twists them and curls them, leaving you almost completely breathless,  “you’re such a good boy,” the praise is all it takes, and you clench, shaking around him as you come. He pulls his fingers out, licking each one of them clean as you catch your breath. Once finished, his lips are on yours again, the taste of yourself driving you both mad as you tried to devour it off each other. Reaching out, you palm over his bugle and he whines loudly into the kiss. 
“I need you in me, now,” you demand, stroking him teasingly until he swatted your hand away. He fumbled over his buckles, shimming out of his pants and undergarments before yanking them off of his legs. He grabs your legs, placing them on side of him as he drags his throbbing hard cock against your folds; looking at you for some sign of approval to which you nod.
He sinks in slowly, both of you savoring the feeling of each other, gasping when he bottoms out. No matter how many times you do this, you both never can get enough of the feeling when he first enters you. His eyes are screwed shut and his mouth agape, as he slowly pushed in and out, building a steady rhythm. 
You moan, basking in the pleasure building its way up your stomach when your eyes focused on the shiny metal around his neck. Without a word you press your palm flat to the ring, pushing it up until you could caress his neck. His eyes open again, bright, brown and bewilder by your actions until you pull him down for a kiss. You lap the inside of his mouth, his hips rock faster, thrusting his cock as deep as he could get it. Nipping at his lips, you pull on the strands of dark curls you can reach and he keens. 
“You like that, pretty boy?” he whimpers, bucking his hips against yours, moaning loudly into your ear. You tug again and he shudders, his thrusts slowly beginning to lose rhythm. 
“Oh, fuck me so well,” you pant, rocking your hips up to meet his. The wet sounds between you grow louder, as you dig your heels into the bed for more leverage. The skin-smacking sound echoes through the room, Poe’s whines following just behind them. 
“Only you know how to fuck me like this,” you gasp, clenching instinctively when he hits that spot inside of you. 
“Fuck,” he groans, thrusting sharply and you can feel his cock twitch inside of you. “I’m close, I’m close,” his whines increase, even with his head buried into your neck he’s still so loud. Throwing your head back, you focus on the pit boiling in your stomach, as you’re right on the edge again. 
“Cum inside me,” those simple three words, make Poe scream and he comes buried deep inside of you, triggering your second orgasm for tonight. His hips sputter and shake and he leans into pepper you in kisses, mumbling thank you’s against your lips, between every kiss. 
It takes a few more minutes of rest before he can manage enough strength to pull out of you and roll himself over onto his back. Your eyelids fall shut and your body decompresses; sleep tugging you bit by bit and your mind calling for rest—- until you felt squirming beside you. 
“You’re still thinking?” you whisper, not even bothering to open your eyes; though you do reach out blindly and hold his hand. 
“Yes,” he chuckles for a second before quieting down, “I— I just figure that I— ah, fuck it, there’s just no easy way to approach this,” he sighs and you feel the bed dip as he sits back up. 
“Huh?” you force your eyes open, sitting up only to be met by his hand in front of your face.
“Will you— will you carry it for me? For us?” he opens it, revealing his necklace for you— a choice in the palm of his hand. Without hesitating, you gently grasp the metal chain, cradling it in both of your hands. Your thumb brushes over the silver band, a soft exhale of air as your heart flutters in your chest. 
“Poe— are you sure?” you look at him, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. 
“Yes. I don’t think there’s anything I’ve been more sure of,” he says like it's the only truth in the world.
“Oh, love.” you cup his face, kissing him with all the love in your heart you could muster. He kisses you just as passionately, pouring every bit of love and devotion into it. Even when you pull away, his lips graze against yours, breath warm against your face. You sit back, pulling the chain over your head, the cold silver ring bouncing against your chest; your heart ringing in your ears. You reach for it, admiring the sleek ring in your palm.
“Ever since I met you,” his hands rest under yours, closing your palm and his around it, “it’s always been yours.” you squeeze it softly, brushing your nose against his. 
“I love you, Poe Dameron.” your lips are so close to his that you can feel the smile stretching across his lips.
“I love you, (Y/N) Dameron.” he leans forward, happy to be kissing his future husband. 
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luthen, andor, and rogue one
The doom has finally come upon me, I care about a piece of Star Wars media (everyone who’s here for Stranger/SF, forgive me and avert your eyes from the spectacle that’s about to follow, unless you too share my obsession with the above topics)
We have to wait until 2024 apparently so please excuse me while I scream into the void about LUTHEN in the context of Rogue One - 
- or more specifically his ghost, how Cassian becomes for Jyn Erso what Luthen is right now for him, because I’m obsessed. (Forgive any minor inaccuracies as, as I say, I have never really paid attention to Star Wars much before now, other than when Rogue One initially came out.)
We know that by the end of Andor S2, everything will have to have gone to absolute hell for the Rebellion and specifically Mon Mothma, who is forced to go fully into hiding with the Rebellion, and Saw Gerrera, who is badly injured and breaks away from the mainline Rebellion. There are apparently canonical reasons for that that are way too far over my head right now, but what interests me is that Luthen Rael, “Axis,” the master of the Rebellion’s spy network, one of its key strategists and financiers, who brought in the man who helps to ultimately secure the Death Star plans and turn the tide of war, is gone by the time we make it to Rogue One/the end of Andor. I can only assume, based on the foreshadowing we’ve seen so far, that he’s dead (more on that later). 
Now enter Jyn in Rogue One. Like Cassian at the start of Andor S1, the Empire has separated her from her family. She too has been in the Empire’s prisons and what appear to be some kind of labor/mining camps. She’s been a child soldier, like Cassian in “the mud at Mimban.” She’s still hoping to be reunited with her father, just as Cassian is looking for his sister. She’s so beaten down that at this point, all she cares about survival, not rebellion. Sound familiar? And just as Luthen does for him in Andor S1, Cassian is the one who encourages her to take this war seriously, “to fight these bastards for real.” He becomes her handler, as Luthen is his, and works with her as she discovers her own reasons for wanting to fight the Empire. 
And Cassian, from the first moment we see him in Rogue One, is the one making all of the horrible, messy, secret choices and sacrifices necessary to keep the rebellion going - killing his injured comrade rather than letting him be captured, using Jyn to get him to her father so that he can (unbeknownst to her) take him out. The kind of vicious, tragic decisions that Luthen had to make, or felt he had to - his “I’m damned for what I do,” Cassian’s “We’ve all done things we’re not proud of in the name of this rebellion.” Cassian knows about and has some kind of precarious dealings with Saw Gerrera - who was Luthen’s contact, as well as Jyn’s guardian, and now Luthen is gone. And as many people have already pointed out, Cassian and Jyn end up dying in the very goddamn poetic sunrise Luthen said he burns his own life for, and will never see. ARGH
In closing, a few theories on what might have happened to Luthen based on what we’ve seen so far, because I live for the angst and GOD I NEED TO KNOW:
1) Mon Mothma betrays Luthen to the Empire for some reason in the name of the greater good of the Rebellion, cementing what we already saw at the end of S1 re: her daughter – she’s beginning to take initiative in making ugly sacrifices for the cause.
2) Luthen dies for Cassian in some way, whether that’s protecting him or allowing Cassian to kill him, cementing his growing sentimentalism/that he’s tired of hiding and sacrificing love and connection, and wants to be a more humane person – to make the Rebellion more humane.
3) Luthen dies in some kind of fallout with Saw Gerrera, cementing the tensions there and the break with the main Rebellion. (Also, if this is not the case – the fact that Saw outlives Luthen is so ironic given what we know about them so far, how isolated Saw is and how central and well-connected Luthen is, and I wonder if that influenced Saw’s decision to leave the Rebellion. That would especially be true if Mon Mothma or someone else sold out Luthen.)
4) I doubt it, but Luthen betrays the cause because he’s tired of sacrifice, and either disappears or gets taken out by Mon Mothma, Cinta, etc., or Cassian (also would cement Cassian’s growing coldness and allegiance to the cause that we see in Rogue One, when he kills his own injured operative).  
He could also just die in some tragic random way, which wouldn’t fulfill a narrative arc but would speak to the cost of war, and how even the greatest among the great can be brought down by chance, by a single cog in the machine, even by someone who’s just scared or following orders or unaware of what they’re doing. The show certainly has killed off a lot of its compelling characters quickly so far. There’s also potential for the arrestor cruiser incident to come back to bite him, because that was extraordinarily close and showy by Luthen’s standards, but that seems like too much of a stretch.
Anyways, I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST WROTE 900 WORDS ON THIS and am so mad we won’t have closure until end of 2024, ow. 
#the mouse corporation (god damn it) yet again coming for my throat with aging morally grey side characters in capes and fingerless gloves#(shoutout to captain barbossa; i guess Luthen is kind of the equivalent of a space pirate. Also works with treasure)#and btw I've seen people observe this on ao3 but sidenote Luthen and Saw have ABSOLUTELY fucked#their conversation post-Aldhani heist is very much two exes trying to be normal with each other so we can continue this rebellion energy#(in my opinion)#also poor cassian continuing to watch everyone around him die or get hurt or captured or uprooted because of him#i can only assume#anyways watch out for fic because the obsession is that bad right now#andor#rogue one#luthen#luthen rael#cassian andor#jyn erso#star wars#also oh my god where is kleya??? if luthen is gone where is kleya??? i hope she lives#sells off a bunch of antiques after the war's over and retires to a nice sunny planet somewhere#and finally: IS LUTHEN A JEDI??? I welcome all thoughts#first of all there's the weird-looking weapon Saw's guards took from him#and second and more compelling his language of 'i'm damned for what i do' is very strong and implies some kind of spiritual belief?#his list of his own negative qualities and the way he describes himself as a coward also seems very much like an ex-jedi's self reproach#but then again I like the thought of him being a regular person and also where is the Force use if he is a Jedi#but also if he suddenly unsheathes a lightsaber in whatever final battle he dies in I will SCREAM
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So I’m at work yesterday and my supervisor decides to break the one cardinal rule of keeping me as an employee, and that’s to never ever ask me to put on the headset.  We’re a sometimes crazy-busy tourist-centric ice cream parlor (the last stop for mountainbikers and hikers before you hit the mountain) that also makes fairly good food (not “fast” food...our cook is slow as hell and also legally blind so yeah no we don’t fit that category by sheer technicality thanks to Andrew’s inch-thick lenses that honestly probably need to be another inch thicker for him to see the damn grill)
Anyway
So supervisor is like listen, I gotta pee so bad I can taste it and I haven’t had a break since, like, last Thursday so I’m gonna clock out and go take a nap behind the dumpster (or something, I dunno I wasn’t listening over the wheezing roar of the cream spinner) and I nod and say okay yeah sure babe whatever go have your meltdown you’re owed one, and as I’m reaching for the hammer to take a whack at the chugging dispenser she puts the dreaded headset in my hand.
I look at her.  She looks at me.
“I got you one.  You’re the only person here that I trust to do everything.  You can do this.”
“I quit.”
“No you don’t, Andrew will kill himself and you can’t have that on your conscience.”  I glance over at the kitchen window.  Andrew the mostly-blind cook is nodding pathetically and making a praying-hands gesture at me.  “Put it on and give it a try, please?  Come on I haven’t peed since noon yesterday, I’m dyin’ here.”
She’s cute as hell, my supervisor.  And she’s giving me the big brown puppydog eyes, so I begrudgingly take the headset.  I’m such a fucking guy sometimes.
She runs for the exit.
A minute later I hear her voice over the headset.  “Push the button closest to your temple to talk to the driveup intercom, push it again to mute.  Middle button talks to me.  Don’t worry about the other four buttons.”
You can all see where this is going, can’t you.
I push the middle button and tell her sweetly to fuck herself.  She giggles from somewhere far away, probably peeing in a ditch I dunno I can’t be bothered to stop what I’m doing long enough to look up.  I’m trying to figure out how to make three brownie sundaes out of the last two brownies without anybody noticing they got shorted and had their brownie replaced with an Oreo when I hear a sound that strikes fear into my soul.
The driveup dinger, ringing in my right ear.  The blind cook starts cackling from the kitchen - he has a headset too, but he’s not trained on either window or register and thus has immunity.
Geezus hellfire it’s gotta be me.  I ignore it, they’ll go away in a minute.
“Answer it!!” my supervisor hisses in my ear.
“No, I quit.”
“Answer it!!”
Goddammit.
“Why can’t Andrew do it?”
“Andrew isn’t trained on register.”
“He can take the order and repeat it to me, I’ll put it in the register.”
“Take the order!!”
Fuck
“Yeah hello, welcome to - whatever this is, you want some ice cream?  We got ice cream.”
Kitchen boy is howling while my supervisor screams the deathscream of a person of authority who’s just made a career-ending decision against their own better judgement and is currently watching it explode in their face while they’re sitting on the toilet.  That’ll teach her.  The day I took this job I said no headset, I have to be able to read a person’s lips while they’re talking to understand them and I warned her, I fucking warned her it would go badly.  She really should have listened to me.  It’s too late now though, I’m taking the goddamn order.
Andrew is hooting from the kitchen.  I’m gonna smack him in the dick with a spatula the next time he walks past me I swear to god.  So I take the order and it goes pretty much without a hitch with the exception of me having to ask the customer three times to repeat themselves because I can’t see their damn mouth telling me what they want, then I commence to preparing it and then I ring the customer out and give them their ice cream.  End of.  And then I take the headset off and drop it by the sink because I’ve done what I said I’d do.  I can hear supervisor screaming at me through the little earpiece across the room while I make sundaes for the nice elderly couple who had the decency to come into the lobby instead of pulling up to the drive through and putting me through hell, and as is my custom, I ignore it.
A minute later supervisor is standing in the doorway, hands on hips, glaring at me.  “Put it back on.”
“I quit.”
“No you don’t, think of Andrew.  Put it on, you did fine.”
“Will I still get my final paycheck if I tell you to fuck yourself in front of a customer?”
“You’ve done that twice this morning already.  Put it on.”
“Does it matter if the customer is over a certain age?  Like, 75?”
“Put it on.”
“Why don’t you just take the driveup orders while you’re peeing instead of yelling at me through the headset?  If you can talk to me you can talk to the intercom.”
She’s already gone, so my argument for taking orders from the ladies room is pointless.  I can see cars lining up outside.  Andrew is still laughing from the kitchen.  I make a nice pretty little ice cream cone, dip it in cherry sauce, and hurl it at his head through the window.  I don’t think he even saw it, he’s pretty damn visually impaired but I’m sure he was wondering a couple of minutes later what the hell was making that godawful sizzling noise from the fryer.
In the end I put the headset back on, and I took the incoming orders, and it went okay for the most part - nobody died, I didn’t screw any orders up, and once the rush was over my supervisor comes back on and tells me I’m doing great, but I don’t hear her because I’m busy making the last driveup order and muttering an impressive litany of vile curses to myself over the drone of the shake machine.  The machine, like everything else in this fucking brokedown palace, is held together by chicken wire and a whole lot of prayers and a halfassed deal with Satan and today’s the day it has chosen to go out in a blaze of glory.  It explodes the shake all over me with all the noisy blast of spewed milk and chocolate sauce and ice cream that you’d expect to be involved in a malfunction involving a rotor spinning at just about 5000 rpm, and the bulk of the spewage that doesn’t hit me in the face heads straight for the front of my pants.
I scream JESUS CHRIST!!! and drop the whole thing on the floor, where the remaining contents of the cup go right ahead and explode all over my shoes.  I’m soaked tits to toes.  I can hear supervisor giggling over the headset, which is now the only dry thing I’m wearing.  ���Goddammit Trina the shake machine just shit the bed and unloaded itself all over my crotch!!”
She’s laughing so hard now.  So so hard.  It kinda hurts my ear how loud she’s laughing.
“My damn crotch is soaked straight through to the goddamn cotton panel of my panties Trina!!  People are gonna wonder how the hell I’m pissing milk and chocolate sauce I mean it feels kinda good but THIS IS A HYGIENE ISSUE TRINA send me home I quit I’m done this is it GET OUT OF THE DAMN BATHROOM AND MAKE THIS SHAKE FOR THE DRIVE-THROUGH BECAUSE I’M LEAVING I told you not to put me on this thing!!!!”
There’s another set of laughter coming over the headset when I stop ranting.  It’s not kitchen boy, he’s staring at me through the window like he’s equal parts scared and turned on and supervisor has turned off her headset and retreated to the office because I’m obviously teetering on the brink of murderous intent and I guess she figures plausible deniability is the way to go in this situation, since obviously the cops will be coming soon.  So where’s the second set of laughter coming from...?
Oh...
Oh no
I forgot to mute my headset link to the driveup intercom.  I’ve been broadcasting my soaked crotch adventures to the entire parking lot, including the lady whose shake just blew its load on my pants.
“Aw fuck.  Tell me I didn’t just say all that over the headset.  Somebody please say it, I don’t even care who just somebody say it.”
Supervisor isn’t answering me anymore, so kitchen boy replies over his headset.  “Yeah, and you said fuck just now too.”
“Fuck.”
I can still hear the lady outside laughing.  I suddenly can’t remember which button mutes me, not like it matters anymore.  “Andrew baby, I’ll give you a dollar to cash this lady out at the window and give her her shake.”
“No way.”
“Five dollars.”
Silence over the headset.  Driveup lady has gone silent, obviously waiting to see how the negotiations go.  “Nope.”
“Come on Andrew, I’m dyin’ here.  My pants are wet.  Don’t make me do this.”
“I don’t know how to do cashouts.”
“I’ll teach you right now.  Come on, I can teach you before she even gets to the window.  Come on.”  At this point I’m willing to offer the kid a quick feel in the walk-in fridge if he’ll just do this thing for me.  I can’t look driveup lady in the face, not with the contents of her original order trickling slowly into my various crevices, not after I effbombed her through the intercom god knows how many times.  I’m hitting all the buttons on the headset but don’t know what the hell I’m doing so I finally just take it off and throw it in the sink.  “Come on baby, little man, sweetiepie, please?”
Andrew is making gestures at his ear, pretending like he can’t hear me now that I’m off the headset despite his skinny ass being less than ten feet away from me.  Dick.  Somebody’s gettin locked in the freezer tomorrow.
In the end I cashed the lady out and handed her her new chocolate shake, and as I’m giving her her change she says “It sounds like you’re having quite a day.”
I’m squidging when I walk and my vagina feels like when you rub vaseline between your thumb and forefinger and I’m pretty sure chocolate administered internally via the urethra causes UTIs so yeah lady, I’m having quite a day.  Take your damn shake and your change and get gone, I gotta go out behind the dumpster with a pressure washer and take care of this.
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Today I arrive at work and Trina gives me a look, but doesn’t mention yesterday.  Our boss works with us all morning and after about two hours she holds up a headset and asks if I want to do driveup for her while she’s on break.  Trina yells from the office before I even have a chance to respond:
“NO SHE DOESN’T DO HEADSET!!!”
Damn right I don’t.
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Ok my favourite of favourites is Steve Harrington but I adore Nancy Wheeler so I’m happy to throw some thoughts about her your way! She never backs down in pursuit of justice and is incredibly brave. That scene with her shooting Vecna gave me chills.
Potentially unpopular opinion: although I’d rather see her single, independent woman at the end of the show, I really didn’t mind the will they/won’t they stuff with her and Steve in S4. I might be alone in that, but pining Steve was sweet, and Joe and Natalia have great chemistry. Others say that it’s a backwards step for both of them, but I don’t see it that way. Steve clearly loved Nancy even back in S1. He said he was over her in S3 because he had a crush on Robin, but it’s not regressive for his character to fall back in love with an ex. How many of us have done that Sometimes it even works out! As for Nancy, of COURSE her eyes wandered to Steve. She’s not only physically distant from Jonathan, there’s emotional distance there too. So here she is, confronted with an ex with whom she had a very amicable break up, and learning how much he’s grown and seeing him be all brave and shit. Also, he’s super hot, goddamn. Girl can’t be blamed for entertaining the idea.
Disclaimer: I’m not a shipper as such. I’m not Stancy or Jancy , or Steddie (or Blitzen?). I honestly don’t mind. The only show ships I’m firm on are Lucas/Max, Hopper/Joyce, and Murray/Vodka. Fic wise I’ll ship Steve with almost anyone! But I can acknowledge that Nancy handled the break up with Steve badly. She was 16/17, and it was a mistake. I’m all here for the emotional hurt/comfort fic that Halloween party scene generates for Steve, but I don’t like it when people write her off forever as a result of it.
I don’t know if all the anti-Nancy sentiment comes from that though. People are allowed to dislike a character I guess? I wonder if part of the problem is that Steve apologised for his bad behaviour in S1, so it sets up an expectation that others should do the same if they mistreat him? But I think she was about to apologise at the end of S2 when Steve interrupted to say “it’s ok, Nance. It’s okay.” He was essentially telling her there was nothing to forgive. He set her free, and I love him for that.
Anyway, sorry for going on. I just saw that you were a Nancy fan and wanted to cling to you a bit for that!
I love Nancy thoughts, so please do! The Vecna sawed-off scene is just nuts. Absolutely stunning. Powerful in every way. Every time I think about it, I start foaming at the mouth and think about how much Joe and Maya gushed about that scene specifically and how amazing Natalia is in it because they sum it up so perfectly. Her Ripley moment indeed, and we love! To! See! It!
It definitely is an unpopular opinion— but you know what? I get it. I want her single at the end of this myself. I think it's not only what she needs on a deeper level but also what would be best and the most fitting for her character. But at the end of the day, I think I'm also like one of maybe ten? People who just... does not care enough about how the rest of it plays out that I'm going to go up in arms about it. Why? Because season 05 is going to be the last of the show, and they're going to be so busy trying to fit everything in for the main plot that any romantic subplot Nancy (& Jonathan/Steve) get is going to be nothing more than a footnote of "oh yeah btw this happens." I could very easily be proven wrong, but I genuinely don't think enough time is going to be spent on it either way that it's going to really make a difference. And I do not have the time nor the energy to care how that pans out when I could simply just ignore whatever happens so much easier if it's not something I enjoy.
I'm not a hearty romantic Steve and Nancy shipper by any means and do think they're better off as friends, but I have to agree. I don't necessarily see it as the big backward step that a lot of people seem to. I personally believe people focus too much on the, But They Ended, and He Said He Was Over Her side of things and not the fact that the entirety of their reconnection isn't even about romance so much as it is about healing. Facing the past, accepting the things that happened — including the bad ones — and finding a way to move forward from them. Something they both desperately need in their lives. Steve and Nancy were never going to make it in a relationship and were always headed for an implosion because the entire romantic dynamic was set around something horrific and traumatic. An implosion that was going to happen regardless because they had no idea how to heal outside of it or grow, and at the very end of the day, both Nancy and Steve have grown a lot. And that is why the reconnection isn't so much "backward" as it is fitting. Even if we don't necessarily support or like the decision.
You're absolutely right about the break up being handled badly, but you're also fair in pointing out she was just a 16-17 year old girl. One that had been suffering silently and heavily for some time, felt she had no support and was silenced, and was absolutely confused and lost. It's always important to sit back and say "hey, she did this wrong" and "woah, he did that wrong" and even "they could've done this better or differently" but I don't think either of their crimes are enough that either of them should be put up on even half of the chopping block that they are. Especially Nancy, who more often than not, is typically the one being punished solely for the whole thing which not only makes very little sense to me but also doesn't sit right with me at all.
I do think a lot of the anti-Nancy stuff comes from that— and Steve as a whole. You're absolutely right that people are allowed to dislike a character, and if someone finds that Nancy isn't their cup of tea, that is okay. She's not always the easiest pill to swallow, and I do understand that. I just don't like when all the anti-Nancy arguments seem to boil down to things that are of no real substance and instead are things like, "she broke Steve's heart," because then it feels like nothing more than a very weak crutch people are using to hold out on issues that are more rooted in misogyny and classic Hate The Woman tendencies than the defense of a Classic White Male Fave.
Steve clearly let Nancy off the hook. He seems to hold no ill will towards her and can stomach being within six feet of her without breaking down, so I'm not even sure where half of this comes from. She's clearly very dear to him, still. She's clearly a friend in his eyes, one he cares about just as much as he cares for Robin or Dustin. So if he, in canon, is over all of this... why are we as a fandom still holding on to it and using it as the only logic behind tearing Nancy down? It just doesn't make sense to me, and I hate it. I'd much rather hear someone say, "oh, I don't care for Nancy," or "she's too boring to me and a little mean sometimes, so I don't like her," than anything at all relating to a male character. Point blank, period.
Absolutely do not apologize, though! I enjoyed this ask. I feel like I very rarely get to talk about Nancy, so this was a breath of fresh air!
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