#and its a horrible idea for both of them but. oh so so exciting

[gremlingottoosilly]

Oh my god, asks are open! Hey how are you?? And what are your favourite König AUs' counterparts??

Asks are still closed, actually, I just used the opportunity to promote my Instagram. But...for my top Konig AUs, I have these ones! 1) Mafia Konig. Oh how I love this man. I honestly don't know much about Austrian criminal life, but I just know that this man is the perfect jaded ex-soldier who came out of service, saw how the system treats its veterans, and decided to seize power for himself. He is cool, strong - his awkwardness and inability to socialize casually is almost going unnoticed as he seeks retired soldiers to make up his crime group, getting control over drug and weapons market. With his connections in all of Central Europe and slowly creeping onto the Eastern part and illegal gun and oil deals, the only thing he is lacking is a pretty girl on his lap, making him feel good. He doesn't like escorts, often leaving bad taste in his mouth - but he sees you, a pretty girl working in a cafe that he owns, in a flower shop that is just a front for his business, in some shabby tourist establishment made to get tourists on cheaply produced drugs...you're innocent, you have no idea about the dangers around you - but don't worry, he is cynical for both of you. 2) Loser!Konig Seeing this big guy with a big title and money and even a house being a complete loser for you is...something. He is dangerous, of course, always getting borderline or straight-up obsessive, so down and for you it's horrible - but the again, he is the only guy to ever love you like this...so, why not give him a chance? Yes, he will hunt you down and out you on his basement by the end of the week because he has no idea what the hell courting is but, then again, he would also give you some interesting lecture about lego and war history.

3) Monster!Konig Obviously, having this giant eldritch horror dude so down bad for you is exciting to write! This version of Konig is mainly a tsundere type, he is acting cold because monsters value power and he doesn't want to seem too soft with his little pet wife - but don't worry, he is soft and warm behind the closed doors, always allowing you to have something nice for yourself. This version of him tights with oviposition, obviously. He is using your fertile, lush body to carry his eggs - so be prepared for all the exciting thing about pregnancy, but over and over again, with Konig cooing over you as he finally mates you for hours on end... 4) Dilf!Konig This bastard uses his kid to maintain contact with you, and he is not even ashamed! It's honestly horrible( he doesn't like to talk to his kid, so he took you in as either willing or a kidnapped nanny, and then proceeded to breed another child into you just because this guy has a major breeding kink, but can't take care of children( He will pay for everything, at least, even hiring some help to make everything a bit easier for you - but god, he starts to like his kids only when you're playing with them...

#cod #konig x reader #konig #yandere konig #cod x reader #monster!konig #mafia!konig

[heyidkyay]

I guess I'll take this pain, instead of your name | Before we grew up

A/N: Hey! Back with another addition to the George and Birdie universe since it was so well loved!! Honestly, the whole thing still surprises me and the fact that some of you wanted more of them actually made my heart hurt!! But I've missed them and writing this brought me a whole lot of joy, so I hope you enjoy! If this does well or it’s wanted I might write a few more like this sooo let me know x

Flashback moments | 'Before we grew up'.

“Okay, so when you’re ready just let go of the brake.”

I blinked, holding the steering wheel with an undeniable grip. “Right.” I murmured but didn’t make a move to follow the words.

George, whose brilliant idea this had all been, sat in the passenger seat of his dad’s Volkswagen, buckled in and attempting to exude an air of calm I really didn’t feel.

“You gonna let go?” He asked me after a long minute passed.

I swallowed thickly and removed my stare from where it’d been burning a hole in the windscreen so that I could look over at him. “How do I know when I’m ready?” I asked him and really didn’t appreciate the laugh he gave in return. I scowled. “What’s so funny about this? It’s a valid question!”

George just shook his head and exhaled breathily, obviously trying his best to dim the amused smile he now wore, “Honestly B, you’re just overthinking this and besides, you have it easy. It’s an automatic, barely have to do a thing.”

My scowl deepened. “Barely ‘ave to do a fing.” I mimicked in an accent similar to his deep drawl, it was his turn to frown then. I merely smiled sweetly.

“I’mma ignore that for now, ‘cause you’re a twat.” George retorted, “But also ‘cause I need to get the car back before dad notices it’s gone. So, can we get a move on?”

I inhaled deeply and fought off a whine that wanted to escape me- who the fuck said driving was easy?

“G, I’m being dead serious right now.”

He simply snorted, humoured by my anxieties, “I know, babe, and you’re doing so well.” I raised a brow at that and he smiled, “What? You are! You’ve turned the thing on, ain’t you?”

I took a hand off the wheel just to swat him, “Hilarious.” Before I was gripping it again once more, “Come on, just give me a count down or summat.” 

G shook his head and looked towards the sky, as though anyone up there cared for the likes of us, then he sighed, “Fine, on three yeah? Then you let go of the brake and go.”

“On three.” I agreed with a nod, though it sounded breathy even to my own ears.

George reached out a hand to squeeze my thigh, probably in hopes to spur some proper motivation into me but all it did was make me think back to the previous evening when he’d had a free house. I shook my head, along with the thoughts of his hands and his lips, and settled into my seat with a newfound determination as I looked out onto the road.

It wasn’t as though it was anything too terrifying, I didn’t even have to bare left or right, just keep going straight. But still, I had the horrible feeling that this would be the thing that would seal my fate- imminently, or when George’s dad finally got home to find that his car had a barge pole sticking out of its front. 

I released a shaky breath.

“Okay- one, two…”

And on three I finally let my foot slip away from the pedal, screaming a little to myself as the car began to roll.

“Yes, Birdie!” George grinned over at me, bouncing in his seat as he moved, “Now the accelerator.”

I laughed stiltedly, eyes wide as I pressed down on the other pedal, feeling the car bob at the sudden pressure.

“Easy.” George corrected but he was still smiling away, hand tapping at my leg. “Good girl. See? You’re doing it!”

And I was. I really was.

“Oh shit- break, break!” He then shouted out and I slammed on the brake pedal hard enough to have us both jerking forward in our seats, though the cat that was crossing the road continued in its languid stroll, barely even sparing us a glance.

It was after that I let go of the jittery excitement I felt, heart beating a mile a minute and my grin kilowatt. “Fuck.” I giggled, then glanced over to my left. G seemed to follow the former motion, chuckling to himself whilst we sat in the middle of a side road full of dimmed townhouses. “I wanna go again.” I told him. 

He snorted, shaking his head and grinning. “Thought you were shitting yourself a second ago?”

I shrugged, not caring in the slightest how much truth his statement held. “Can we?”

G huffed another chuckle but ultimately dipped his head, “Go on then, when we get to the garages I’ll walk you through parking.”

“Alright, but only if I can do a doughnut or somethin’ first.” I countered, like I had any authority here. But George just laughed and said nothing more whilst I went to pull away from a stop once more.

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Christmas was always a hectic time of year. No one could deny me that. But since my dad’s passing, it had become a holiday that always came too quickly and dragged on for too long. This year though, this year was gonna be different.

See, I’d been living at Matty’s since the summer after the ‘incident’ as I liked to call it- everyone else seemed to roll their eyes at the name though. And whilst staying with them I'd come to realise a few things about myself.

Firstly, I loved all kinds of food.

Sure a strange thing to find out at my age, but I had an excuse! Alright? Staying with mum I’d pretty much had to feed myself and with money so scarce we’d only ever really had enough for the basics, or at least I did. Most of mum’s boyfriends had practically kept the food they liked under lock and key, even though nine times out of ten they hadn't been the ones to buy it. And so, this meant that I hadn’t had much opportunity to branch out, to get a feel for anything that wasn't canned, bagged, or frozen.

Secondly, I had a tad bit of childhood trauma lagging behind me. Most of which I’ll spare you the intimate details from, but that had an impact on the things I did even when I felt safe. Like, I hated not knowing if there was someone new stopping at the house, made me feel all itchy in truth. And the way I went out of my way to make sure I’d locked everything was a bit much; windows, my bedroom door, the backdoor, the front door, the bathroom door, the side gate. At one point I’d been stressing over the front entrance late at night but had felt too stupid to go and make a check to see if it was in fact closed, which had resulted in me waking Matty up to help me deal with a panic attack.

And thirdly, I had no idea how normal people spent Christmas.

This came to light when I’d all but baulked at the many traditions not just Matty and his family had, but also the rest of the lads. 

Ross and his lot often ate their Christmas roast at lunch time then went out for a chinese later on that night. How they had the room for it, I have no idea. Hann, on the other hand, was dragged back and forth between all of his family members on the twenty-sixth instead of the fifth, due to extended family coming to visit from all other parts of the country. 

Denise had a list of things she loved to do this time of year.

She’d set up a nativity outside, alongside the rest of the lights and usual decorations for the neighbours to come see. She ordered a real fur tree and then sent the boys out to go collect it with their dad once the day came. It was humongous and dropped needles everywhere, but was oh so beautiful. They always decorated it as a family, taking turns to put the topper on and finding the best branches to place sentimental ornaments. Stockings were hung by the fireplace with initials hand stitched on. And chefs typically came to cater Christmas day.

Gifts were also a big thing.

A very BIG thing.

As in, they were all so lovely and thoughtful to the point that Matty and his younger brother would have an actual meeting over what to get their mum and dad- which had melted my fucking heart, because what?

This year, I’d been forced upon them. But instead of making me feel like an intruder, they did what they always did and made me feel like one of their own.

“Love, will you get that for us?” Denise called out to me just as the doorbell went, “It’ll only be the postman.”

I smiled and nodded, happy to be of some help whilst she sent herself into a tizzy over tinsel. There’d been many deliveries as of late, so I was pretty much used to adding to the post-pile that was going on in the downstairs office.

Wandering out of the kitchen I padded over to the front door, opening it only to find that the postman wasn't there at all.

I blinked stupidly at the sight I was met with, a bright pink cab had taken over the majority of Denise’s driveway and getting out of the backseat was only my Nana.

The door handle fell from my grasp as I stepped forward on instinct, unsure of what the hell was even happening. “Nana?”

The older woman smiled over at me, eyes twinkling with mirth. Then a voice shouted out and I spotted a head of bright red curls fly out from behind the car’s boot to greet me, “Aunt Del too, Dove!”

“What?” I muttered, still so bewildered, but then I caught sight of another familiar face, a face that I didn’t think I'd be seeing until tomorrow. “Did you do this?”

George just chuckled softly, stepping closer to help my Nana over the gravel walkway, but he wasn’t the one who replied to my question. “Came down to fetch us, din’t he?” Nana replied in his stead, stretching a hand out once she got close enough, I blinked again and hurried to take it.

“He did?” I heard myself murmur, still so in shock. Practically rocking with the explosion of it.

Nana gave a sweet laugh, wrapping me up in a much needed hug and pressing a gentle kiss to my head before she pulled away, “Phoned us up a bit ago, wanted to surprise ya, darlin’.”

“Well, God. I’m surprised, that’s for sure.”

They all laughed, probably at the expression cast over my mug, but I couldn’t find it in me to even rebuke them. “I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“Best believe it, doll.” Aunt Del replied, smiling over at me whilst she and George trailed the bags they’d seemingly brought with them up onto the front step. “Our Georgie here went an’ planned it all, picked him up from the train station this morning.”

I let Del tackle me into another tight hug, allowing her to pepper me with a barrel full of kisses. All the while it seemed that Denise and Matty had come out to see what all the fuss was about, only- they didn’t look shocked at all.

“Surprise?” Denise sang out when she caught my gawping, waving a hand out from where she stood in the doorway.

“Did you all know?” I asked, my mind racing to catch up with the situation at hand. “How- I- This is so mad.”

Matty snorted at my crappy attempt at a sentence but I watched as he made his way on over, his mum just behind, so that they could introduce themselves. “All G’s idea, mate. Knew you were missing them and so, yeah we made this happen.”

“I can’t- just, wow.” Then I glanced over to where the one person that currently meant so much to me stood on the outskirts simply watching on. He glanced back.

“Merry Christmas, B.” George said, grinning slightly over at me, obviously pleased with my stuttering reaction.

I released the heavy breath I hadn’t even realised I'd been holding and strode over towards him, he caught me in his arms and held me with a prominent strength I didn’t know he had.

“Thank you.” I whispered once I felt as though I could, tears threatening to fall at the sincerity of it all. Never had I ever been so surprised. “Thank you.” I repeated and pressed a light kiss to the skin of his neck that was hiding behind the collar of his shirt and other many layers.

George squeezed me a little closer, then rocked us back and forth. When I finally pulled away I peered up at him with wet eyes and the brightest smile.

“I can’t believe you got away with all this.”

He laughed, but not his typical kind, no, this one was loud and carefree. Honest.

“Is that all you really care about?” He asked me, teasing, hands now at my hips.

I grinned upwards, “‘Course, can’t believe you did all this under my nose!”

Turning back towards the crowd that had gathered by the door, George’s arm fell to a loose hold on my waist and we made our way back over. Denise was already chatting away with Aunt Del and Nana had somehow roped Matty into an explanation about the band and the few stories she’d heard through G and I during our catchup calls.

At that moment, my heart had never felt so full. In fact, I don’t know how any other Christmas could top it.

–

It had been a lovely day. The most amazing time, actually.

It still felt so unreal to look over and spot Denise in her wedding gown, all happy and glowing. In Portugal of all places, too! Matty was currently off trying to get with one of the many girls attending his mum’s reception, whilst his younger brother, Lou, tested his charm on a couple of the older folk in an attempt to make a bit of money, everyone else seemed fine to just putter about from table to table.

It had started to spit a little while ago, summer rain they’d said, and so I was the only one still standing out in the garden now, the rest of the party somewhere inside the villa or over at the gazebo. My bridesmaid dress was speckled with tiny water droplets that shimmered in the late setting sun but nothing too heavy. The rain here was almost a total contrast to that back home. 

“There you are.” I heard someone say just as a pair of hands came to wind themselves around my waist, I leant back in their hold, smiling at the familiarity. “Thought you’d done a runner.”

“Nah, just enjoying the last of the sun.” I hummed, intertwining my fingers with his atop my stomach.

“As well as the rain.” George added with a light chuckle, but he didn’t seem to mind it much either. I nodded lightly, then felt him tuck my head under his chin. “Ross is sloshed.” He told me.

“Already?” I asked around a soft laugh, he hummed. “Lightweight.”

The noise from the party seemed to trickle out to greet us, but no one else seemed to want to step out into the rain. Content with the warmth inside.

“You havin’ a good time?”

I smiled at the question as well as the thumb that soothed the back of my hand. “The best.” I told him honestly, “It’s all been so lovely. Reckon I’d want something like this, you know.”

George was quiet for a long second before he spoke again, “Thought you didn’t want to be tied down. As free as a bird and all that.”

Chuckling, I shrugged a single shoulder. “Dunno. Seems cool, plus you get all that cake.”

An ugly snort escaped George at that, “Only in it for the cake then, I ‘spose.”

With a grin I tilted my head back so that he could see me, “Always!”

He narrowed his eyes down at me, eyelashes fanning the skin beneath them, then tugged me in a bit tighter, “You’re a right menace, you know that?” He murmured against the jut of my collar. I squirmed slightly in his hold, his breath tickling my neck.

“I guess it’d be nice to have a big party too.” I tacked on, if only to tease him further. And it appeared to work too, because he spun me around in his arms and I laughed at the unexpectedness of it.

The rain started to come down a little harder then, but I could hardly feel it with the weight of his gaze on me and the beam of the sun. An old Billy Idol song echoed out into the courtyard from the main room and George grinned at the sound, a favourite. “Fancy a dance?”

“What, back in there?” I wondered, not really all that up for being back amongst everyone else just yet.

George just shook his head though, as if reading my mind, and then dragged me further out onto the grass where the dampness which clung to the clipped stems soaked my feet.

He started to sway then, in time to the beat of Eyes Without A Face.

“Didn’t think you even could dance.” I murmured to him, then giggled as he spun me out, raindrops flicking up the backs of my legs before roping me back in.

“Full of surprises, me.” He quipped before dipping me into an exaggerated bend.

I gasped, unable to help myself, then shook my head, hair falling with it. “Warn me next time.”

George just grinned, eyes squinting with the power of it, then pulled me in closer, chest to chest now. His hands on my back, mine wrapped behind his neck. “Would make things boring, wouldn’t it?”

“What’s so bad about boring?” I shot back.

He huffed, the force of it fluttering my dampening hair and catching on the shell of my ear. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” He assured me and I heard more than saw his smile.

Pleased, I hummed, loosening my hold on him so that I could rest my head against his shoulder and close my eyes. The rain continued to fall on and around us, neither George nor I caring for the way it clung to every available inch of our skin.

“I love you.” I heard him mutter above me, so softly I hardly even felt it resonate in his chest.

I turned to glance up at him again at that, eyes trailing across every inch of his face, taking in every detail he had to offer. “How do you know? For sure?” I questioned him in a faint whisper even though there wasn't another soul about to hear. I was still smiling away, only it was ever so soft, so warm.

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, “I know I love you because even on my worst days you’re all that gets through. There’s no pretending with us, you know every inch of me, the good, the bad, and still, you choose to stay. So I’ll love you today, and then tomorrow. I’ll love you til the day I die, and if there’s life after that, I'll love you then too.”

My eyes watered at the hit of his words, having expected something stupid like ‘you give good head’, or something as simple as ‘I just do’. 

“You always manage to surprise me, you know that?” I chuckled quietly, fingers threading through the length of his hair.

George lifted his brows in turn and so I just smiled, humming as I coaxed him closer so that I could finally lean in for a kiss.

“I love you.” I repeated his earlier words once we parted, laughing loudly when he swept me up off my feet and around in a circle.

“You’d better.” He quipped straight back, laughing now too before he slipped on the damp grass beneath us and sent us both sailing to the ground.

“George!”

But he continued to just chuckle away, eyes bright and beaming. God, I thought, I was so, so gone.

#the 1975 #george daniel #fic #i guess i’ll take this pain fic #the 1975 band #matty healy #fluff #x reader #ross macdonald #adam hann #birdie #birdie and G #heyidkyay #george daniel x reader #george daniel the 1975 #george daniel fic

[ourtearsofrain]

Save a Horse (D.R.W/S.F.K)

Summary: Danny convinces Sam to go to a new line dancing bar in town. A gay bar. On a steal night. When they’re both secretly head over heels in love with each other. What could go wrong?

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, smut (minors DNI), some angst

Word Count: 11.3 k

Warnings: they’re both oblivious idiots so it takes them a fat minute to confess their feelings, major douche oc, non-consensual touching (not graphic), smut, oral sex, anal sex (fingering and penetration), Sam’s a bottom what’s new

A/N: I would like to thank hearts-hunger for posting a short blurb about Danny dragging Sam along to a line dancing bar, that was what first put the idea in my head that led to… all this. Thank you for reading!

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“Will you please just come with me tonight, Sam? You have nothing better to do anyways!” Danny pleads with the other man.

"For the last time, Daniel,” Sam replied, stressing his name as he closes the empty cabinet usually filled with alcohol and turns towards him, “You know me, I don’t line dance. I don’t even listen to country music.”

“It’s easy, just let me lead? Listen I really want to check this new place out, Austin told me about it last week, and I can’t go alone. He said tonight is bring your own partner night and to be honest, I’m a little embarrassed to ask anyone else.” He says quietly, looking down at the countertop as he mindlessly traces shapes onto the surface of it with his finger. “I’ve never been, but Austin promised it’s not like, too ‘hick’ of a bar.”

Sam sighs, bracing himself on the same counter with both hands as he leans towards Danny. “Fine. BUT, before you go looking too excited its only because; one, I’m out of all my good alcohol, two, you keep flashing those big doe eyes at me and you know I always give in when you look all sad like that, and three, I’m taking Austin’s word that it’s not ‘too hick’.” Danny beams at the other man, mood already lifting as Sam continues, “What’s this place called anyways? Have I ever heard of it?”

“I doubt you have, Austin told me it’s downtown and pretty underground, even for a new place.” He scratches the back of his head, focusing once again on the counter in front of him as he mumbles the rest of his answer. “He said it’s called uh… Bradley’s Honky Tonk.”

Sam raises his eyebrows, “I’m sorry you might have to speak up because, to me, it sounded like you just said this bar wasn’t ‘too hick’ and right after, told me that it was called fucking Bradley’s Honky Tonk.”

Danny briskly makes his way towards the front door as Sam trails behind him, speaking fast enough to prevent Sam from interrupting him, but not so fast he would have to stop and repeat himself. “You already agreed to go, I promise it’ll be fun, I’ll pick you up at 8, kay byeee.” He blurts out, shutting the door in Sams’ face.

“Thanks Daniel, alright see you then Daniel.” Sam grumbles out, voice laced with annoyance at his friends speedy departure. He catches his reflection in the mirror by his door, noticing his old band tee and unbrushed hair for the first time that day. “Oh god. What the fuck do I even wear?”

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Pulling into Sam’s driveway at 8:26 pm, only 26 minutes late (which Danny was considering record speed), he sat nervously in the driver’s seat waiting on his friend. He fidgets with a few strands of hair, his racing mind fueled by anxiety suddenly deciding that it must look horrible down, despite the time he spent in front of his mirror at home fixing almost every single curl until it sat just perfect. Flipping the cover up on the mirror of his sun visor he begins pulling his hair into a loose ponytail, leaving the bottom half out as he feared the old hair tie he kept in his car for emergencies wouldn’t be strong enough to hold all of it. Making eye contact with himself in the small mirror, he lets out a shaky breath. “Relax Danny, this is fine, it’s fine. Are you going line dancing with your best friend who you’ve stupidly been in love with since 8th grade? Yeah, but it’s fine. Completely platonic…right?”

He slams the visor up, groaning as his head falls back in frustration, hitting the head rest. “Yeah, I am so fucked.” he whispers before the passenger door swings open and Sam all but throws himself into the seat.

“Well, well, well,” Sam says in an exaggerated Southern accent, “Lookin’ mighty fine there Daniel.” He eyes the other man, attention going from the black crystal necklace Danny rarely took off, to his Howlin’ Wolf muscle tee, down his long legs clad in loose fit dark blue jeans, and finally catching a glimpse of his black lace-up combat boots. Sam secretly adored when Danny wore them around him, as the soles made him an inch or two taller than he already was, causing Sam to have to look up ever so slightly at Danny when in close proximity. “Surprised to see you’re not in cowboy boots. Your pair too classy for Bradley’s Honky Tonk?”

Danny rolls his eyes, putting his car into reverse and backing out of Sam’s driveway. He almost misses Sam’s sharp inhale as he places his hand on the shoulder of the passenger seat, allowing him to turn enough to look out the back window; instead he ignores it, thinking he must have imagined something out of hope.

“Shut the fuck up Sam.” Danny replies with no real malice or annoyance behind his words. “And I was thinking about wearing them but changed my mind, didn’t like how they looked with these jeans.” He glances over at Sam as he puts his car into drive, taking in the tiger’s eye pendant around his throat, his maroon button up with only the bottom two buttons done, down to his faded blue jeans and brown Chelsea boots, his eyes finally coming back up to settle on Sam’s freshly washed hair, now held back in a loose French braid. “You can’t say shit about my outfit, Sammy. Button that shirt a little more and swap those Chelsea boots for a worn pair of cowboy boots and you’ll fit right in with half the crowd.”

Sam dramatically gasps, slapping his hand over his heart and putting on his best act at being offended by the other man’s jest. “How could you say that to me Daniel? Comparing me to true Tennessee country boys; and I thought we were friends.” He gives Danny one last sad look before he drops the bit, and lets a full grin spread across his face.

Danny gives him an amused chuckle, keeping his eyes on the road as he lightheartedly grumbles, “God you’re such a drama queen.” under his breath.

“True, but that’s why you love me.”

Danny feels his face heat, sure that his cheeks are tinted pink from Sam’s passing comment. Lucky for him, Sam doesn’t notice as his attention is caught by something sitting on the back seat.

“No. Fucking. Way.” Sam says, confusing Danny momentarily before he reaches behind the driver’s seat and pulls out the worn black leather cowboy hat Danny had decided to grab at the last minute. With a shit-eating grin plastered on his face he settles the hat on his own head, causing Danny to choke on his own spit after looking over. His face turns an even fiercer shade of pink as he not only coughs for air, but also tries to keep the fluttering of his heart at bay.

“You brought a fucking cowboy hat? Yeah, ok and I’m the one that could ‘fit right in’.” Sam teases, too amused to question the state of his best friend.

After regaining the ability to fully breathe, Danny reaches over, snatching the hat off his head and tossing it behind him and out of Sam’s reach. “Hey, what the fuck-“ Sam starts.

He’s cut off by Danny, still blushing vividly and trying to keep his voice even. “Uh there’s kind of this ‘rule’ that you should know about. With cowboy hats. So you don’t accidently give someone the wrong vibe tonight.” He glances nervously over at Sam, who’s staring at him with mild confusion painted across his face. “They say, ‘wear the hat, ride the cowboy’. Uh, basically it means if someone puts their cowboy hat on you, or you take someone else’s hat, it means that they, and/or you, want to… fuck.”

“Oh.” Sam replies, staring out the windshield. Oh. A blush creeps across his cheeks and he clears his throat, hoping to ease the tension that had settled between them. “Well uhm, thanks for the heads up.”

“Yep, mhm, yeah uh no problem.” Danny mumbles out. Well that was fucking smooth. God you’re such an idiot, he probably knows and just never wanted to say anything. He’s pulled from his thoughts as they arrive at the bar, its name illuminated in neon rainbow lights. Struggling to find a parking spot, he drives a block down, eventually finding an empty space in the lot of a random mom and pop stop style restaurant already closed for the night. “Busier than I thought it would be.” Danny comments half to himself as the men get out of the car.

“Hey Danny boy,” Sam calls over the hood of the car, “Don’t forget that cowboy hat, partner.”

Danny rolls his eyes, smiling despite himself. “Fuck off Sam.” he replies, before opening the back door of his car and grabbing the hat off the floor where it had fallen. He places the hat on his head, earning a teasing wolf whistle from Sam, before he locks his doors and makes his way towards his friend.

The pair start towards the bar, passing small groups of people and couples already leaving the bar, stepping out for a smoke break, or heading inside like Sam and Danny were. They pass a group of women all standing around in a semi-circle laughing and talking while puffing on various cigarettes and vape pens. In their platform heels, they were all taller than both boys, with flashy and over the top outfits, hair, and makeup.

A woman near the center of the group with blond hair piled impossibly tall on her head eyes Danny. Her long nails are painted blood red, the end of a cigarette between her fingers, burning dangerously close to the lacquer. She wore a cropped leather jacket in a similar shade almost fully zipped up, and tight leather shorts with fishnet stockings. Her cowgirl boots gave her maybe an inch of height, yet she still towered over Sam and Danny as they passed.

“Love the hat, sweetie.” She says in Danny’s direction, winking at the end of her sentence, surprising both boys with a voice deeper than either expected.

“Oh uhm, thank you ma’am.” Danny replies nervously, continuing along the path with Sam by his side.

Once out of the earshot of the group, Sam voices what both men were thinking. “So that was a drag queen, yeah?”

“Yeah, think they all were.” answers Danny, nerves creeping into him.

Sure, Austin was gay, but he didn’t want to assume that it was a gay bar just because he was. And he would have told Danny it was a gay bar… right? Whatever, he thought, either way it was too late to back down now.

The pair arrive at the door and, after showing one of the bouncers stationed at the entrance their ID’s, enter the building. Their senses are immediately bombarded, from the rainbow strobe lights, to the intense smell of sweat, to the blaring music. Danny manages to recognize the song, despite the cacophony of noise surrounding him.

“But I’m gonna be where the lights are shinin’ on me

Like a rhinestone cowboy

Ridin’ out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo.”

Ok, definitely more of a queer country song but that doesn’t mean anything. Right?

Unlike Danny, Sam does not recognize the song or pay any mind to it, instead taking in the room before him. It’s interesting, Sam thinks to himself, most of the people dancing together are same sex couples. Huh, wouldn’t expect to see that in a Tennessee line dancing bar.

Danny clears his throat, grabbing the other boys attention as he leans in to talk over the music; “Want to go get a drink first?”

“Do you even have to ask?” he replies, already making his way towards the bar.

They find it packed, and Danny just manages to squeeze in as a woman with short, buzzed hair and dark purple lipstick walks away drink in hand, leaving a spot open. Sam presses himself against Danny’s back, leaning in to talk right into Danny’s ear. He doesn’t hear the hitch in Danny’s breath as their bodies make contact, music and conversation drowning it out as he begins to speak. “Hey, I think I just saw a table for two open up, I’ll go save us some seats. Order me something? I don’t care what, surprise me.”

Danny half turns to respond, but Sam is already halfway across the room, making a beeline for the only empty table left in the venue. He smiles at his friend’s dedication, turning again towards the wall of alcohol behind the counter and catches the eye of one of the bartenders as she makes her way towards him.

“What can I get you tonight, hun?” she questions, drying her hands on a bar rag as she waits for his answer.

“Uh Rum and Coke for me, please.” He starts.

She grabs a nearby glass, reaching for a bottle behind her. “And for your boyfriend?”

Danny’s heart skips a beat. “What?”

She looks at him expectantly. “That man that just walked away from you, maroon shirt, long hair in a braid. You ordering for him?”

She thinks Sam and I are a couple. Danny’s cheeks flush as he tries to organize his thoughts enough to order something for Sam. “Oh uh, yeah. He’ll have a Dirty Shirley.”

“You got it.” She sets Danny’s drink down in front of him, replacing the bottles she had used and grabbing new ones from the heavily stocked shelf behind her.

“Oh, and can you put 4 Maraschino Cherries in instead of just one or two?”

She smiles at him, “Of course, hun. Your man got a sweet tooth?”

He looks down at his drink, indulging himself in the idea of Sam being his man for a few seconds. “Yeah, something like that.”

He glances in Sam’s direction as she makes his drink, only to find Sam already staring directly at him. He quickly looks away when he makes eye contact with Danny, seeming to be extremely intrigued by the lights near the DJ’s table all of a sudden.

Why was he staring at me? Maybe I’m taking too long. Did he blush? No, don’t be stupid Danny, it’s just the lighting.

The bartender pulls Danny’s attention away from the man across the room still avoiding his gaze by setting Sam’s drink down in front of him. “Here ya are, hun.”

Danny thanks her, pays for the drinks, and makes his way through the various throngs of people gathered here and there, both drinks in hand. He approaches the table, setting down their glasses as Sam looks at his, and finally looks at Danny again, a wide smile on his face.

“A Dirty Shirley with 4 Maraschino Cherries, how’d you know?”

Danny returns his smile and shrugs, “It’s your favorite. And the last time Jake came back with our drinks and yours only had 2 cherries instead of 4 like you asked, you got all pouty for like 30 minutes, how could I forget?”

Sam’s smile softens as he takes in Danny’s features, watching the path of his hand bring his glass to his mouth to take a sip. His eyes linger on Danny’s lips for longer than he cares to admit, watching his tongue flit out to lick them. He tears his gaze away, looking upwards to find Danny already softly looking at him. Sam’s cheeks redden as he looks down at his own drink, praying that Danny didn’t notice the bright blush on his face in this light, or the fact that he was not-so-platonically staring at his lips.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, hopefully the line isn’t too long.” Danny starts. “Watch my drink for me, will you?”

Sam looks up at his friend again and attempts to ignore what had just happened by nonchalantly popping one of the cherries into his mouth. “You got it.”

With that Danny walks away from the table, following the signs pointing towards the bathroom until he disappears out of sight. Sam groans, leaning forward until his forehead hits the cool resin of the table.

I need to not be sober to make it through the rest of this night, jesus christ. He sits up again, grabbing his glass and bypassing the thin straw intended for sipping, instead taking a large gulp of his drink, letting the familiar refreshing taste calm his nerves momentarily.

He places the glass back on the table, too focused on the action and his nerves still making his stomach twist to notice the, quite sparkly, man approaching him.

“Howdy there, sugar. Such a damn shame to see such a sad look on such a pretty man’s face.” He smiles at Sam, before continuing. “Been watchin’ you since you walked in here. What happened? Your boyfriend leave you all on your lonesome?”

Sam looks the man up and down, from the white cowboy hat on top of his head, to the embroidered and bedazzled black button up shirt, down to his slim black bootcut jeans, adorned with the largest and flashiest belt buckle Sam had ever seen, and finally landing on the expensive looking black cowboy boots on his feet, complete with silver heel and toe fittings.

He sits in the seat across from Sam, the one he had saved for Danny. Sam eyes the man, reaching over and sliding Danny’s glass away from the stranger, towards his now half-empty drink. He looks the man straight in the eye, still not returning his smile. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Well it looks like he ain’t tryin hard to be, leavin you all alone and all.”

Sam rolls his eyes, looking down at his drink in his hand, absentmindedly swirling the contents around. “It’s not like that, he’s just a friend. And I’m sorry I don’t mean to sound rude but, can I help you?”

The man barks out a laugh. “Hell that was just about the funniest damn thing I’ve heard all day. ‘He’s just a friend’. You’re tellin’ me he brought you to a gay line dancin’ bar, on a steal night, and he ain’t tryin’ to get any further than ‘just friends’. I’m sorry but that is bull fucking shit, sugar.”

Sam zones the man’s voice out for a second, too lost in thought.

Oh my god. This is a gay bar. That explains… so much. Wait did… did Danny know this was a gay bar? No, he would have told me if he knew.

“Anyways, darlin’, I was actually hoping you could help me. My name’s Dawson. Dallas Dawson.”

Sam gives Dallas a blank stare, mind still caught up with all the new information he had provided to Sam about the bar, his mind unintentionally wandering to Danny’s intentions.

Where the fuck is Danny?

“This is the part where you tell me your name, doll.” Dallas laughs, it feels cruel to Sam, as if it’s at his expense. “Sure as hell is a good thing you’re pretty.”

There it is. God this guy is an asshole.

“Samuel. My name is Samuel.” He responds, not caring if he sounded cold to Dallas.

“Well then Sammy boy, pleased to make your acquaintance. This your first time at a line dancin’ joint?”

Danny’s the only one that can call me Sammy.

He clears his throat, offering a brief, “Yep.”, and nothing else.

“Well then, looks like we can help each other, sugar. Since your friend ain’t here, and ‘don’t got any intentions with you’, how’s about I buy you a cold Budweiser and we get to know each other better. Maybe get a dance or two in, I can show you the ropes.” He punctuates his last sentence with a wink, smugly smiling at Sam as if he just used the world’s best pick up line.

God I fucking hate Budweiser.

“Actually, we just got drinks, although I’m sure he appreciates the offer.” Relief floods Sam as he sees Danny approach their table. “And, he agreed to be designated driver tonight so probably shouldn’t have more than what he’s already got.”

Dallas looks between Sam and Danny, scoffing as he sizes Daniel up. “Well looky here folks, looks like Sammy boys keeper came back for him.”

“Not his keeper, just an old friend. Which, speaking of, I sure would love for you to stay and chat but,” the sarcasm in his voice is almost palpable, and Sam begins to worry that Dallas might try to start something with Danny based off the way his jaw is clenched as he stares the other man down. “Sam and I haven’t seen each other in a while, have a lot of catching up to do.” Danny flashes Dallas a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, and steps to the side, signaling for Dallas to get out of his chair.

Dallas looks over at Sam, offering a genuine smile. “Well darlin’, I know when I’m not wanted.” He stands up, winking at Sam before continuing. “Hope to see you around, Sammy.” He takes one final look at Danny before walking off into the crowd.

Sam lets out a sigh of relief and slides Danny’s drink back across the table towards him as he takes the seat previously occupied by Dallas.

“Are you ok, Sammy?” Daniel asks, genuine concern in his voice and painted across his features. He resists the urge to reach out and take Sam’s hand in his own; to gently rub his knuckles with his thumb to comfort him.

He looks at Danny, forcing a smile onto his face. “Yeah, that guy was such a douche, am I right?” He laughs lightly, trying to clear his mind and the air between them. “You are surprisingly good at lying, Daniel Wagner. Care to explain that?” He cocks his eyebrow at the other man, awaiting his response.

Danny shrugs, “Anything to get that asshole away from you.”

Sam offers a small smile to him, “Thank you, I appreciate it. So uh, subject change but, this is a gay bar.”

“Yeah, kinda have pieced that together over the evening. I promise, I didn’t know. Austin just told me this was a new line dancing bar, I swear he never mentioned anything about it being a gay bar.” Danny blurts out, worried that Sam might think he’s trying to make unwanted advances.

“Don’t worry, I believe you.” He smiles at Danny, a genuine smile, which helps ease the anxiety building in the other man. “Also, Dallas the Douchebag Dawson said something about this being a steal night? Do you know what that means?”

Danny’s face drops as suddenly, all the pieces click together.

Oh, I am going to kill Austin. He is pretty much the only person that knows about my feelings for Sam, and now that I think about it, he was the one to suggest I ask Sam to come with me tonight. Slick bastard.

“Uh, yeah I do actually. Sometimes bars will hold ‘steal nights’, where the whole point of it is to steal someone else’s partner mid dance. There’s a rule where you’re not supposed to steal someone’s partner if they’re new to it, but if you’d like to leave I completely understand.” Danny avoids looking at Sam by taking a long swig of his slightly watered-down drink.

“I know how much you wanted to come tonight, Danny. I’m fine staying.” Sam says as softly as he can while still being able to be heard over the noise surrounding them.

Danny looks at Sam surprised, furrowing his eyebrows. “Are you sure? I know this wasn’t your scene anyways and after that asshat and the whole misunderstanding about the bar, I don’t want to make you stay if you don’t want to.”

“Yes Daniel, I’m sure.” he reassures. “Besides, you need to show me how to line dance. You wouldn’t make me come all the way out here just to go home without a dance, would you?”

Danny’s face lights up, “Really?” he questions eagerly.

“No, I was just fucking with you for shits and giggles.” Sam deadpans before letting a smile grace his features once more. “Yes, really. After we finish our drinks, I expect you to swoop me off my feet on that dance floor.”

Danny laughs, full and bright, “Alright then, sounds like a deal then, Sammy.” His gaze lingers on his best friend for a few moments longer, before he forces himself to look out at the sea of people occupying the dance space as they sip their drinks in comfortable silence. Sam is the first one to break it when a song he recognizes starts playing.

“Holy shit Danny, I actually know this one.” he says, grinning at his friend.

“Well then, sounds like the perfect song to start teaching you the basics of line dancing. That is, if you’re finished with your drink.”

Sam dramatically stands, swooping his hands out in front of him in a grand gesture and bowing slightly. “Lead the way, Daniel.”

Danny laughs, hopping off his chair and grabbing Sam’s wrist as he passes him, pulling him along behind him as they make their way to the dance floor. He finds a corner of the room that isn’t too populated, hoping that the pair would have a little extra wiggle room for Sam to get the hang of it. Still holding onto Sam’s wrist, he pulls him closer, leaning down slightly to make sure Sam can hear him over the music, now louder on the dance floor.

“Ok so all I can say is, go with the flow, twirls and spins are like half of it, let me lead, and make sure you have at least one hand on me at all times. That’s like the main contact point of line dancing.” Danny looks at Sam, obvious nerves and slight panic written on his face. He brings the hand not holding his wrist up to his opposite bicep and gives him a comforting squeeze, waiting until Sam brings his gaze up to Danny’s to continue. “Hey, it’ll be fine, I promise. Feel the music, let me lead.” He smiles reassuringly down at him, feeling warmth rise in his chest when Sam does the same.

“Yeah, ok. Let you lead. Alright. I got this. I’m ready.” Sam’s heart flutters in his chest when Danny brings his hands down to hold Sam’s before he’s suddenly pushed away from him, both men holding the other at arm’s length. Danny pulls him right back in almost immediately, letting go of one of his hands and placing it on Sam’s hip to guide him into a spin. He slightly stumbles at the end and falls into Danny, not expecting the sudden turn and having almost no traction in his boots. His unoccupied right hand flies up to Danny’s pec, as Danny’s left hand finds a place on Sam’s lower back, steadying him against his front.

Danny stares down at him, their faces mere inches away from each other, and is sure his heart is racing. He prays to every god who will listen in that moment that Sam can’t feel it from where his hand rests on his chest. He is… so beautiful.

Holy shit, why is his heart beating so fast? He’s probably just worried I’ll fall or make a fool out of him. With this thought Sam immediately straightens, slightly pulling away from the other man.

“Sorry, I should have given you a warning.” Danny apologizes. Sam doesn’t miss the way his hand leaves his lower back, moving to hover near Sam’s free hand before he asks, “You alright to continue?”

With the comfort of Danny checking in with him, Sam finds a small amount of confidence and makes the first move, slotting his hand into Danny’s and taking a step towards him again. “Yeah, thanks. When I said I expected you to sweep me off my feet, I didn’t mean literally.”

Danny laughs lightly, “Yeah, again my bad. I’ll give you a warning next time.” He smiles and repeats his previous moves, pausing before spinning Sam again to offer a heads up to the other man. This time Sam doesn’t slip, and his hand perfectly lands right back into Danny’s at the end of his turn. “Hey that was great! You’re a natural, Sammy.”

Sam laughs, looking up at his best friend, “I think you’re giving me too much credit but, I’ll take it. Thanks.” He starts to feel the flow of the music as he moves with Danny who spins him again, this time around his back as he turns slightly to meet Sam. Before Sam realizes what’s happening, he’s spun again, landing with his back pressing flush against Danny’s front at the end. Danny’s left arm is holding Sam’s right hand across his body, his right-hand abandoning Sam’s to instead rest on his hip.

“So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car

Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk.

City lights lay out before us

And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder.”

Too caught up in the moment, Sam turns in Danny’s arms and without thinking, brings his arms up to rest on his shoulders, crossing his wrists behind Danny’s head as he tries not to knock his hat off.

He looks incredible in this light. I mean, he looks incredible in any light but…

“And I, I, had a feeling that I belonged

I, I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone.”

The men gaze at each other as the song ends, too lost in the moment to realize they had stopped dancing. The song changing to something faster paced pulls them out of their trance, and Danny is the first to pull away, stepping back slightly and moving Sam’s arms so that he’s lightly holding his wrists at a “safe” distance.

Fuck. He knows how I feel about him. I made him uncomfortable, and he knows. He’s going to hate me. He must hate me.

Sam feels the sting of tears at this thought, considering excusing himself to the bathroom to spare himself the embarrassment of crying in front of Danny.

“You doing ok, Sammy? Want to keep dancing?” Danny asks, sensing the shift in his best friend.

Ok, maybe… maybe he doesn’t hate me? Sam clears his throat, keeping his tears at bay by reasoning with himself that if Danny recognized Sam’s feelings for him and hated him for it or felt uncomfortable, he wouldn’t ask him to keep dancing. “Yeah… yeah I want to keep dancing.”

Danny looks at him expectantly, as if waiting for elaboration. “And you’re ok, right?”

Moving his hands into Danny’s, he tries for a smile, “Yeah, and I’m ok.” Hoping to move past the subject, Sam begins swaying himself and Danny along to the music as he builds up his courage, until he finally finds the right moment and spins Danny behind him, just as the other boy had done to him moments prior. Going with the flow like Danny had said, he spins him twice with one hand after he makes his initial turn around Sam, catching Danny off guard but not enough to knock him off his feet like he had for Sam.

“Nothing but you can make me feel alive

Set my heart on fire, turn this silver sky

Into a California blue, fireworks in July.”

Danny beams at him, continuing their various spins and steps as he praises the other man. “That was amazing, Sammy! You went with the flow perfectly, just like I said!”

Sam grins, “Yeah well, I guess I had an amazing teacher. That or I’m just a natural. Born to line dance I think.” Danny snorts at this, much to Sam’s delight.

I’ll never stop making stupid jokes if it means I might make him laugh.

“Yeah, something like that.” He laughs, shaking his head in amusement at Sam’s joke.

He could say the least funny joke in the world, and I think I’d still laugh.

They dance through the rest of the song and when it switches to what Danny recognizes as Turn on the Radio, they dance through that too; perfecting their flow and rhythm, although still occasionally bursting into fits of laughter after bumping into each other while trying to do the same move to the other multiple times. After the song ends the pair pauses, leaning against the wall as they take a moment to catch their breath.

“Y’know, I’m having a lot more fun than I thought I would.” Sam admits, taking shallow breaths as he fans himself. "Thank you for asking me to come tonight."

Danny looks down at his shoes to hide his blush, taking a brief moment to collect himself before looking over to the boy at his side, “Of course, thank you for coming. I’m glad you’re having fun.”

“She’s poppin’ right out of the South Georgia water

Thought, ‘Oh, good Lord, she had them long tanned legs’

Couldn’t help myself so I walked up and said...”

Sam laughs, the one that made his sound like he was high and giggly, “Hey just like you in the summer, Danny. ‘Long tanned legs’.”

Despite his racing heart and mind, Danny manages to chuckle out, “You lookin’ at my legs, Kiszka?”

“Maybe.” Sam looks over at the other boy, his expression sincere. “Care to dance again? I’ve taken a long enough break.”

What the fuck? Was he… flirting? Danny decides to move on past the remark, just as Sam had. “Uh, yeah. Although I think our spots been taken.” he comments, noticing that “their” corner had been filled by another pair of men passionately dancing.

“That’s fine, we can move further out onto the floor.” he responds, already grabbing Danny’s hand and pulling him towards the edge of the dance floor. They come to a temporary stop and once again, he takes the lead and resumes their dance, spinning himself under Danny’s arm.

Danny continues the conversation as they move together, trying to keep Sam as close as possible in order to be heard over the music.

“You sure you’re alright out here? We aren’t as, I don’t know, hidden.” Realizing what his statement could have implied, he rushes his words out to clarify. “Not that I want us to be hidden or anything! Just because you’re still new, I want you to feel comfortable.”

Sam smiles at him, feeling his heart soar at the fact that Danny was continuously making sure Sam felt safe and comfortable in this new situation and environment. “Yeah, I think I’ve gotten the hang of it enough to not be so worried out here. I appreciate you making sure though.”

They dance until the song ends, only a moments pause before the next song comes blaring over the speakers.

“Last night, I got served a little bit too much of that poison baby.

Last night, I did things I’m not proud of and I got a little crazy.

Last night, I met a guy on the dance floor,

And I let him call me ‘baby’.”

Danny spins Sam behind him as he had done many times that night, and suddenly, he doesn’t feel Sam’s hand in his own anymore. Thinking he must have accidentally let go he turns, expecting to see Sam close behind him. Instead, he sees his friend being swept away by a man in an infuriatingly familiar white cowboy hat. The pair are swallowed by the movement of couples on the dance floor as Danny is pushed to the edge of the room, watching helplessly as the white hat disappears into the crowd.

“Fancy runnin’ into you again, sugar. Hope I wasn’t interruptin’ anythin’ important there.”

Fucking. Dallas.

He grins at Sam, who’s already trying to loosen the other man’s grip on him. “You just looked too good bein’ spun around like that, doll. I saw my opportunity and just had to steal you, get a taste of you for myself.” He winks at Sam, grip surprisingly firm on his hands.

“Actually, you kind of fucking did interrupt us.” Sam shoots back, his tone thick with anger. “Let go of me.” He continues to struggle against his grip, now taking a step back to distance himself from Dallas. He takes a step forward towards Sam, grip unfaltering as he manages to “dance” with Sam without letting go of either hand.

“Now don’t be rude and go off leavin’ me mid dance, darlin’. You gotta give me till at least the end of the song. Besides, why would you want to go back to pretty boy over there. He ain’t gonna give you what you want.” He leans in, grinning suggestively at Sam with a fire in his eyes that almost frightens him. “I can, sugar. I can give you everything you want and more.”

Sam continues his attempts at escaping Dallas, a look of disgust painted across his features. “Fuck all of the way off, asshole.”

Offense is painted clearly across Dallas’ face as he continues, “Woah woah woah, sugar. No need to get so hostile. Now I may not wear shorts in the summer, and may not be as tall as your pretty boy but I still got mighty fine legs that you are free to ogle all you want, darlin’. Won’t even have to work too hard to see them without these jeans on.”

Sam’s confusion only lasts for a second, before he remembers the brief flirty comment he had given Danny before they resumed their dance. “Wait a fucking minute, were you listening to our conversation?? What the actual fuck, what’s wrong with you?”

“I told you earlier that I had my eye on you since you came through that door, doll. Been trying to get close enough to shoot my shot without pretty boy noticin’.” He shrugs innocently, “Couldn’t help but overhear a thing or two.”

The song changes, but Sam is too lost in his fury at what Dallas had so casually confessed to him to tell him that his dance was over. “What kind of a fucking creep-“ he trails off as he spots Danny across the room, making brief eye contact and praying that Danny can feel his silent cry for help before Dallas turns them and Danny is lost from his sight.

Dallas tightens his grip, anger flashing across his features momentarily. “I told you not to get hostile, darlin’.”

“And I can easily understand how you could easily take my man.

But you don’t know what he means to me, Jolene.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene

I’m begging of you, please don’t take my man.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene

Please don’t take him just because you can.”

He gasps slightly at the motion, pain shooting through his fingers.

I don’t know what the fuck he’s going to try if Danny doesn’t get here soon. Danny. Where the fuck is Danny?  

Voice tinted with fear, he manages to form a sentence despite his racing thoughts. “Let go. You’re… you’re hurting me.”

“What are you gonna do, huh? Run back to your pretty boy? Hell, he don’t even want you.” He laughs cruelly. Dallas feels a firm grip on his shoulder before he hears him.

“He said. Let. Go. You’re hurting him.” With rage dripping from his words, Danny pulls Dallas away from Sam. In his surprise, he loosens his grip enough for Sam to make his escape, immediately finding a home in Danny’s arms as he swoops in to “steal” Sam back. He gently takes Sam’s hands in his own as he maneuvers the pair away from Dallas without drawing too much attention to the situation unfolding.

“If you bring your Buckle Bunny ass near us again, we’re going to have more of a fucking problem between us, you pile of absolute horse shit.” Danny fires at Dallas before continuing their path away from him.

Enraged, Dallas follows them off the dance floor, trialing Danny as he guides Sam in front of him with a soft hand on his back.

“Who the fuck do you think you are talkin’ to me like that, pretty boy? Where do you get off controlin’ him like that, huh? You ain’t even his boyfriend or nothin’, I can dance with him if I fuckin’ please.” He shouts after them.

Danny turns, shielding Sam from him with his own body, preparing for the worst. I have no fucking idea what I’ll do if he swings, but at least his attention isn’t on Sammy anymore.

Before he can get to the pair, the muscular bouncer that had checked Sam and Danny’s IDs appears, seemingly out of nowhere, drawn to the commotion that Dallas’ yelling had caused.

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” He asks, looking from Dallas fuming to Danny’s furious but collected expression, and finally landing on Sam behind him, eyes wide with panic and darting between the other three men.

Danny starts before Dallas can even form a coherent excuse or explanation. “This man has been harassing my friend all night. Doesn’t know how to take ‘no’ for an answer.”

“Why you lyin’ piece of SHIT-“ Dallas starts towards Danny, finding his path suddenly blocked by the bouncer, his hand pushing against Dallas’ chest. “He’s lyin’ I swear to it! I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my night, dance with his friend, and his jealous ass keeps interruptin’ us! Sammy boy didn’t have no problem with us dancin’,” he peeks over the bouncer and Danny’s shoulders, trying to catch Sam’s eye. “Ain’t that right, sugar?”

“I’ve heard enough, c’mon, I’ll walk you out.” The man steps to the side and motions with his arm towards the exit, signaling to Dallas to start walking.

“ME?! You’re kickin’ me out?” his voice raises, drawing the attention of several patrons dancing nearby. “How fuckin’ dare you kick ME out!”

He raises his eyebrows at Dallas, “Either you can leave now on your own terms and hold on to whatever dignity you have left, or I can drag you out by those fancy lookin’ boots, y’hear me?”

Dallas sputters, face turning tomato red before he turns on his heel, storming out and yelling a final, “FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU!” before being trailed out the door by the bouncer.

Danny’s grateful that all the attention drawn to them dissipates with Dallas’ departure as couples resume their dancing. He turns back to Sam, delicately taking a hold of one of his wrists and leading him to a quieter corner of the bar. Danny places his hands lightly on Sam’s shoulders, waiting for the shorter man to look him in the eyes. He softens his gaze and tone to speak to Sam, not wanting his anger at Dallas to be directed at Sam.

“Are you ok?”

Sam clears his throat, attempting to find the words to express everything he was feeling in that moment. “Yeah. I mean, no, but… yeah I’m alright. Thank you for stepping in when you did. I… I didn’t know how I was going to get away from him.” He looks down at his shoes, and a massive wave of fear and embarrassment that Danny had to step in and help, that he wasn’t able to do it himself, washes over him.

Danny gives a slight squeeze of comfort to Sam’s shoulders, causing him to look back up at him. “Of course, Sammy.” He looks around the bar briefly before turning his attention back to Sam. “Listen, we can leave if you want. Maybe wait a few minutes and then ask that bouncer if he’d walk us to our car. I know it’s crowded and,” he exhales a deep sigh through his nose, “all that just happened. So I’m ok with leaving if you want.”

“No, please. I want to stay. Other than that, I was having a lot of fun all night and I don’t want it ruined by that douchebag.” He offers a small smile to Danny, hoping it will help convince him that he truly does want to stay.

“Alright… but if you want to leave at any point, just tell me and we can go.” He expresses, raising his eyebrows for emphasis. “Do you want to dance again or go get another drink? We can do whatever you feel up for, just say the words.”

Sam pauses, thinking back on the past five minutes and allowing himself to feel everything that had been overshadowed by the anxiety and fear that Dallas had caused.

Did I find it kind of… hot, how Danny reacted to and dealt with Dallas? And the way that he keeps checking in to make sure I’m ok kind of makes me want to cry, but also… kiss him?

Sam’s head swims with confusion as the realization hits him like a truck.

Shit. I knew I was attracted to him, but I think maybe I’m in fucking love with him.

His thoughts race between this realization, to all the signs that should have tipped him off earlier, to how Danny might feel about him, and finally landing on what he should do.

He has been dropping some hints over the night, now that I think about it. You never know unless you try. Fuck what if he hates me for it. That’s insane, Danny could never hate me. I have to try.

“Can I..” Sam starts, gaining the courage to go forward with his spontaneous plan. He collects himself enough to continue, “Can I have a hug? Please, Danny?”

The look of confusion and worry at Sam’s demeanor drops from his face and is replaced by a shy grin. “Of course you can Sammy-“

Danny barely has enough time to slightly lift his arms before he is tackled around the middle by Sam, his arms clinging to Danny’s abdomen and face quickly finding a home in the crook of his neck. Danny wastes no time wrapping his arms around Sam’s shoulders, placing his left hand in the center of his mid-back, his right resting at the base of his neck, laying over his braid.

The pair stay this way for a few minutes, and Danny begins absentmindedly rubbing the other man’s back with his left hand as his right slowly comes up to cradle the back of Sam’s head.

When Danny feels Sam begin to pull away, he loosens his hold on him, leaning back to look at his friend. Sam comes to a stop with his face just inches away from Danny’s, the pair so close that he can feel Danny’s warm breath on his lips. Sam manages to tear his eyes away from Danny’s lips, moving upwards and seeing Danny staring right back at him, pupils blown so wide his irises are almost all black.

“Remember how you said we could do anything I felt up for?” he questions, voice barely above a whisper.

Danny swallows, mind racing between so many thoughts that the only coherent sound he manages to make is, “Mhm…”.

Sam takes a deep breath, attempting to calm the excited butterflies and nervous ball of energy in the pit of his stomach.

“Well, I have an idea. Of what I want, of what I feel up for.” There’s no going back after this. It’s now or never, I just need to rip the band aid off. “Kiss me. Please, Danny.”

There’s a fleeting moment of utter terror where Sam thinks that Danny doesn’t feel the same as he takes a second to process what he had just said. He suddenly snaps back into the moment, his body acting on its own accord as his mind blanks of everything but the thought of Sam.

Their lips crash together as Danny’s hand comes up to grasp Sam’s jaw, his other hand holding onto his bicep. Sam brings his hands to Danny’s sides, grasping at his bare skin through the cut outs of his muscle tee. They lose themselves in each other for what felt like hours, drinking the other up as the bustling crowd around them fades into nothing but background noise. They finally pull away, breathless and panting, as they rest their foreheads against the other, still holding each other close.

What if I open my eyes and this was all a dream, it never even happened. Sam’s mind flies from worry to worry at a mile a minute. Even worse, what if he looks like he regrets it. What if I just ruined everything and nothing will ever be the same between us. What if-

He’s ripped from his thoughts by Danny slightly tilting his head forward, his nose bumping into Sam’s. He feels Danny lean back, the loss of contact causing him to finally open his eyes despite the residual fears of what he may see. His eyes roam over Danny’s pink, plush lips, up to his blush tinted cheeks and nose, and finally finding his soft gaze, where he’s met with a look so full of warmth and love that it knocks the wind out of him.

“I can’t even tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Danny chuckles. “Not to rush anything but… do you want to get out of here?” he asks. His nerves get the best of him, causing him to continue his thought, stuttering out “… Not that we have to do anything! I didn’t mean it to suggest anything if you don’t want to do that.”

“Don’t worry, Danny. I’m fine with leaving soon. Although, I don’t want my last dance of the night to have been with, what did you call him? That ‘Buckle Bunny’ so,” Sam dons his horrible Southern accent to continue, “Will you give me one last dance, partner.”

Danny snorts, rolling his eyes playfully before he responds. “Yeah, of course.” He puts on the same accent to amuse the other boy, his attempt barely better than Sam’s. “I would be honored, sweetheart.”

Despite it being part of a bit, Sam blushes at the pet name, breaking eye contact to let his head fall against Danny’s shoulder in an attempt to hide the lovesick grin on his face. Sam hones back into the background sounds of the club he had been ignoring as the song playing over the speakers ends, and another one he actually recognized starts blaring over the speakers.

“Well, I walk into the room

Passing out hundred-dollar bills

And it kills and it thrills, like the horns on my Silverado grill.”

Sam’s head snaps up and he sees the recognition of the song painted across Danny’s face as well. Oh my fucking god, what a perfect coincidence.

“We have to dance to this one-“ he starts, dragging Danny behind him as he quickly makes his way to an empty space on the dance floor. They resume the flow they previously had while dancing as if there had been no interruption in the first place, grinning at each other as they spun and twirled until they felt dizzy.

Sam spins Danny behind him, knocking his hat off in the process and Sam fumbles for it, not wanting his hat to get trampled in the packed crowd. He manages to catch it, and suddenly remembers the rule Danny had explained to him in the car ride over. He makes sure the other man is looking at him before he places it on his own head just as the end of the chorus plays, singing along with it.

“Everybody says,

‘Save a horse, Ride a cowboy’”

Despite the dim lighting, Sam sees Danny’s pupils blow impossibly wider as his breath catches in his throat. He pulls Sam towards him by the waist, leaning towards him to be heard over the music.

“Do you want to leave now?” he asks, voice sultry and breath uneven.

“Lead the way, Danny.”

The pair exit the dance floor, Danny in front holding Sam’s hand so they didn’t get separated in the crowd as they make a beeline for the exit. The fresh air hits them like a punch as they step into the chilly night and away from the muggy, cramped club. Sam has to almost jog to keep up with Danny as he speeds down the block to where they parked. The two men practically throw themselves into the car immediately after Danny unlocks it, putting their seatbelts on as fast as possible as Danny shifts the car into reverse.

They ride in silence, the air thick with anticipation. Danny’s the first to break it, clearing his throat and glancing at Sam who is nervously chewing on his cuticles in the passenger seat.

“So, uh… I want you to know that, whatever happens, I don’t want it to be a one and done thing. I want to be with you, Sam. I want to be your boyfriend… I have for years. And if this is just an experiment, or you don’t want that then please tell me now.”

Sam drops his hand from his mouth, looking at Danny who had turned his focus back to the road. “This isn’t an experiment, I promise.” He reaches over, placing his hand on Danny’s thigh. “I want to be with you, Danny. Both in a relationship and… y'know... intimately.”

Danny steals a look at Sam, shooting him a small smile as he registers what he had said. “Good, great… that’s great.” Anxiety creeps in as his mind wanders to the implications of their conversation. He clears his throat, once again grabbing the attention of Sam.

“So uh… I have to ask.” Danny grips the steering wheel, white knuckled as nerves flood him. “Have you ever… have you ever been with another man before?”

Sam removes his hand from Danny’s leg and begins fidgeting with it in his lap, suddenly shy and slightly reserved. “No, I haven’t. I never… experimented, because the only man I’ve ever wanted to be with like that has been you.”

Danny reaches over and takes one of Sam’s hands in his own, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze as he turns into the entrance of his neighborhood. “That’s ok, we can do as much or as little as you’re comfortable with, Sammy. And I… I have… experimented before.” Sam’s head shoots up as Danny rushes to explain. “Not with another guy! I’ve just… done ‘research’, you could say. Experimented in case… in case we ever… or I ever wanted to… do that… with another man. I don’t know if you knowing that… changes how you feel… or anything.”

They pull up to Danny’s house as he finishes his explanation, Danny turning the car off and looking over at Sam to see his reaction to his confession.

“That actually makes me feel better, Danny. I know… I know you’ll take care of me, I trust you.” He offers a small smile as the pair sit in now comfortable silence, taking in the other’s features and the new dynamic between them. “Not to rush anything but, we should go inside. Like I said earlier, ‘save a horse, ride a cowboy.’ And I am still wearing your hat.” Sam winks, then promptly exits the car and saunters up to Danny’s front door, leaving the poor man speechless in his seat, with a growing problem in his jeans.

He rushes after him, locking his car as he resists the urge to sprint up the driveway towards Sam. Both feel the new, pent-up energy between them as Danny fumbles with his keys as he tries to unlock the door, finally opening it and pulling Sam inside. The second he clicks the lock back into place, his hands are on Sam, shoving him against the wall as their lips collide, the pace and urgency much faster than it had been back at the bar.

Danny slots himself in between Sam’s legs, grinding into him and feeling his hardening dick against his own. Both men groan at the action, spurring them on even more as Danny playfully bites down on Sam’s lower lip. He gasps at the slight pain mixing with the pleasure, and Danny’s hat falls off as Sam’s head falls back against the wall. The hat is left abandoned on the floor as Danny trails a combination of soft bites and soothing kisses down the other man’s neck, pulling Sam with him as he backs down the hall in the direction of his room.

The pair break apart long enough for them to kick their shoes off halfway down the hall, hands returning to each other’s bodies as Danny pushes Sam backwards into his room. His hands trail lightly across the hem of Sam’s shirt, his fingers ghosting across the soft skin of Sam’s stomach, causing an anticipatory shiver to run through him. Danny raises his eyebrows at Sam, silently asking for the permission that is immediately granted with an eager nod. Danny pulls the other man’s shirt over his head, his own shirt following in quick pursuit, and their lips reconnect as Danny’s muscle tee joins Sam’s button up on the floor.

Sam’s hands fumble at the button on Danny’s jeans as he’s backed against the bed, the backs of his knees hitting the edge, and he breaks their kiss to prevent himself from falling. Danny finishes the job Sam had started, unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down his legs, attempting to step out of them as his hands find the button on Sam’s pants, both of their jeans ending up in a crumpled pile on the floor.

Both men hastily climb onto the bed, and Danny quickly finds a spot on top of Sam between his legs, pinning him to the bed with his body as he sucks what are sure to become hickeys into his neck and chest. Sam’s hands tangle in Danny’s hair, giving a slight tug at his roots causing Danny to groan softly and grind against him. Danny trails his way back up to Sam’s lips, giving him one final kiss before he pulls away, looking at the man below him.

In between shaky breaths, Danny manages to form a coherent sentence amidst his racing thoughts. “Listen… I know you said ‘ride a cowboy’… but considering this is your first time with another man… I understand if you don’t want to try that tonight… I want you to be completely comfortable, Sammy.”

The other man looks up at him with adoration at how considerate and understanding he was, smiling at him as he props himself up on his elbows, placing a gentle kiss to Danny’s lips. “I trust you, Danny. I want to go all the way with you. Like I said earlier, I know you’ll take care of me.”

Danny’s heart soars at his response, returning his smile before his lips are on Sam’s once more. He pulls away, eliciting a whine of protest from Sam, confusion written on his face as he watches Danny get up and disappear into his bathroom. Sam’s confusion furthers when he hears the sink turn on for a few seconds, Danny coming back into the bedroom moments later, a wet washcloth in hand. He sets it on top of the small table next to his bed as he opens the bottom drawer, Sam’s jaw dropping slightly and his breath catching in his throat as he sees what’s in Danny’s hand. He places a condom and small bottom of lube next to the washcloth and returns to his position over Sam.

“Now,” Danny starts, “Where was I?” His mouth returns to Sam’s neck as he resumes his previous actions of peppering light bites across his skin, soothing them with kisses or the flick of his tongue. Sam’s hands find their way back into Danny’s hair as he begins trailing downwards, his mouth grazing over Sam’s collarbone, then down the center of his chest, finally stopping at his stomach, just above the waistband of his underwear.

“What’s… what’s the towel for? Why do you need lube if there’s a condom?” Sam pants out.

“Well, Sammy.” Danny makes his way back up, stopping just inches away from Sam’s face as he looks at the other man. “There’s a little more prep work than you might be used to… I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh… ok.“

“We can stop whenever, I don’t want you to do something you’re uncomfortable doing.” Danny starts, worry that he could be rushing Sam flooding into him.

Sam sees the change in demeanor and is quick to reach up and give Danny’s biceps a gentle squeeze. “I know. I don’t want to stop, but if I do I promise I’ll tell you.”

Danny gives him a small smile with this reassurance, all anxiety leaving his body at Sam’s words, before ducking his head down to give Sam a quick kiss. He looks at the man below him as his fingertips begin to trace the band of his boxers, cocking his eyebrow as he questions, “Can I?”

“Please do.”

Danny needs no other confirmation as he pulls the fabric down off his legs, quickly joining the rest of their clothes on the floor. His eyes roam over Sam’s body, starting at his face and moving south as he sucks a breath in through his mouth.

I feel so… exposed. As if Danny could read Sam’s mind, he pulls off his own briefs and chucks them towards the growing pile of their clothes.

Danny reaches for the bottle of lube, squirting it liberally onto the fingers of his right hand. He caps the bottle again and places it back on the table as he evenly spreads the lube on his fingers. He finds himself back in between Sam’s legs and begins to press soft kisses to the insides of his thighs as he looks up at him.

“You ready, Sammy?”

“Please fuck me, Danny.”

With that, Danny brings his hand up to Sam’s entrance, circling his middle finger there before slowly pushing the digit in. Sam’s mouth falls open as his head tilts back, his hands fisting the sheets as Danny pauses to let him get used to the feeling.

“You ok, sweetheart?”

Sam’s heart skips a beat at the pet name. “Yeah, please move, I swear I’m ok. I just need you to fuck me, please.”

Sam’s words make Danny grind against the bed, searching for any friction to relieve the ache in between his legs, his cock so hard that was almost painful. He slowly pulls his finger out, thrusting it back in carefully as Sam whines and clenches around him. He steadily picks up his pace as he’s met with an almost constant stream of whines and breathy moans from Sam’s mouth.

“Is it ok if I add another? I want to get to 3 before you ride me.”

Sam moans, “Oh FUCK, please Danny, please, I fucking need you.”

On his next pump in, Danny’s ring finger joins his middle as Sam groans at the additional digit. Danny slows his movement, scissoring his fingers inside Sam to slowly stretch him out. He notices Sam’s cock leaking precum onto his stomach, the tip a deep red from neglect. He grabs the base with his unoccupied hand, bringing his mouth up and circling his head with his tongue. The moan that leaves Sam’s mouth is what Danny can only describe as pornographic, his hips involuntarily jutting forward as he groans around Sam’s dick. Danny experimentally bobs his head up and down, drawing more moans and curses to fall from Sam’s lips.

“FUCK- Danny- as much as I- shit- as much as I’m enjoying this, I’m not going to last… shit, I’m not going to last much longer like this- please- please add another-“ Sam pants out.

Danny obliges, pulling himself off of Sam as he adds his index finger to Sam’s ass. He bites and kisses marks into Sam’s thighs as he pumps his fingers in and out, stretching them to make sure he wouldn’t hurt Sam with the size of his cock.

After a minute, Sam is practically coming undone around Danny’s fingers, “Danny please, please I’m ready. I can’t last much longer, please just fuck me.” He whimpers, breath uneven and shallow as he tries his best not to fall over the edge.

He removes his fingers, and Sam sighs at the loss as Danny wipes his hand with the washcloth, grabbing the condom and tearing it open after his hands have been cleaned. He tosses the wrapper into a small trash can next to the table as he rolls the condom on.

“You want to get on top, Sammy? You can control how much you take that way.” Danny asks sincerely. He smirks before continuing, “That and you did say ‘ride a cowboy’.”

Without saying anything, Sam flips the pair and straddles Danny, now looking up at him with wide eyes, pupils blown wide from desire. Sam reaches behind him and grabs Danny’s cock, lining it up with his entrance before slowly sinking down onto him. Both men moan loudly at their shared pleasure, as Sam continues slowly down until Danny is completely buried in him.

Sam gives himself a moment to adjust to Danny’s size before he begins working himself up and down on his dick. Danny's hands come up to grip Sam’s hips, guiding him as he picks up his speed. Sam’s hands find a place on Danny’s shoulders as he continues his movement, squeezing his muscled skin so hard he was sure he would leave marks from his nails.

Sam lowers himself onto Danny once more and suddenly, his cock hits a spot in Sam that causes his entire body to be set on fire, alight with a surge of pleasure he had never felt before. The only sound he manages to make is a gravelly, “Oh FUCK-“ before he begins to coat Danny’s stomach and chest with his release.

He clenches around Danny as he rides his way through his orgasm, the added pressure causing Danny to follow suit as he arches his back off the mattress, filling the condom up as pleasure crashes over him.

They both come down from their high, panting and spent as Sam raises himself off Danny and comments in an almost awestruck tone, “I think you hit my prostate- holy fuck-“ before collapsing onto the bed next to him. The pair lay there to catch their breath for a moment, and Danny is the first to move as he takes off the used condom and tosses it into the trash, next reaching for the washcloth and wiping Sam’s cum from his stomach. He returns to Sam, gently cleaning him off as he lays on the bed, exhausted from their activities.

Danny finishes and tosses the towel onto the pile of their clothes on the floor, telling himself that that would be his problem tomorrow. He gently pulls the sheets down under Sam, trying to get him under the covers without disturbing him too much.

“Hey, Sammy. You fine crashing now and just saving the shower for tomorrow morning?” he questions softly as he settles himself in next to Sam and pulls the covers over them.

Sam cracks his eyes open, immediately wrapping his arms around Danny’s torso and pulling him close. “Mhm.” he mumbles sleepily, “My legs feel like jello, I think you’d have to carry me to the shower and hold me up.”

Danny laughs lightly, wrapping his arms around Sam’s shoulders and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I wouldn’t mind that.” He responds before reaching over and turning the light off, returning to the embrace of his best friend, now boyfriend, as their limbs tangle together.

Sam yawns, nuzzling his face into Danny’s chest before mumbling, “Maybe next time, we’re definitely going back to that club.”, voice muffled from both exhaustion and his position against Danny.

He smiles, the feeling of Sam’s body against his slowly pulling him towards a much needed slumber. He manages to mutter out a quiet, “Maybe next time I’ll do the riding, cowboy.”, before he gives in to the feeling and drifts into a deep sleep, comfortable and safe with Sammy tucked against him in his arms.

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A/N: I would like it to be known there is genuinely a line dancing bar in Nashville called Layla’s Honky Tonk, I was not making that hick ass name up, just changed it to “Bradley’s” to make it a bit gayer.

Also my friends wanted me to mention that we almost solely referred to Dallas as “Buckle Bunny” the entire time I was writing and asking them for input on his character.

All the songs mentioned, in chronological order:

Rhinestone Cowboy- Glen Campbell

Fast Car- Luke Combs

(Fast Car will forever and always be their song to me now)

Nothing But You- Leaving Austin

Turn on the Radio- Reba McEntire

Cruise- Florida Georgia Line

Last Name- Carrie Underwood

Jolene- Dolly Parton

Save a Horse- Big & Rich

Thanks again for reading :)

#fic #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fan fiction #gvf fic #greta van fluff #daniel gvf #greta van smut #gvf smut #sammy gvf #sanny gvf #cowboy sanny #cowboy danny

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Exposed (Rewritten)

Ahsoka finds out about Anakin and Padme's relationship.

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Ahsoka sighed. “Why do we have to come to this again?” she asked as she looked up at her master. They were approaching the banquet hall, the large double-doors in view.

“You know we can’t do the fun and exciting stuff all the time , Snips. War is more than just fighting. It’s politics as well,” Anakin explained, “and besides, we also need to honor Senator Amidala and her accomplishments. We’re her friends and we need to support her.” 

Ahsoka sighed again. She hadn’t expected a lecture. At least it hadn’t been a long one. “Yeah, but Jedi do the fun and exciting stuff in the war, not the politics part.”

“We won’t be the only Jedi there. Obi-Wan will be there, too.”

“Oh, yay,” Ahsoka said sarcastically, “I feel so much better.” 

Anakin laughed and shook his head. They reached the doors, and Anakin was about to grab one when it swung open, revealing Senator Amidala. 

She was wearing an ornate gown the cool pale blue of the sky just before sunrise. She beamed at him. “Anakin! I’m glad you came.”

“Anything for you,” he said, smiling.

She moved as if to embrace him, but froze when her eyes landed on Ahsoka. Which was strange. Hugging wasn’t forbidden, but it was a false stereotype many people believed since Jedi weren’t supposed to keep emotional attachments with others or whatever it was the Council had instructed Ahsoka a million times before. It really said something about their teachings since she couldn’t even remember the exact wording of that rule now. 

But Senator Amidala’s smile was still warm when she said, “It’s nice to see you too, Ahsoka.” 

Ahsoka returned her smile. “And it’s nice to see you, Senator,” she replied politely. Politeness and mildness didn’t come easy to Ahsoka, but it was easier around the senator. She had a calming presence and wasn’t all stuck-up like most of the other senators. 

“You can call me Padmé when it’s just us, Ahsoka.” 

Ahsoka’s smile widened. 

“But keep it formal in front of the other senators and Jedi,” Anakin instructed, suddenly serious.

Ahsoka caught Padmé’s eye, and she rolled them but then grinned afterwards. It was an exchange only the two of them were a part of, and it made Ahsoka feel special. And liked. She wasn’t often liked by others, and it made her feel as if she and Padmé were closer than acquaintances. Maybe even friends. But she wouldn’t go that far until she heard it from the senator herself.

Padmé invited them inside, and Ahsoka knew this was going to be a long night . The room was covered in fancy, glimmering decorations, the likes of which Ahsoka had only ever seen on Coruscant. Old and snobby senators alike milled about the entire room slowly sipping on their drinks, waiting for the main course to begin. It didn’t help Ahsoka hardly recognized any of them, and she knew she would be hearing more than enough politics tonight than she would ever like to know about. This was going to be a boring one. She turned to her master to commiserate their horrible situation (Ahsoka would honestly prefer a fleet of battle droids right now), but he was still talking to Padmé. And their conversation must have been really exciting because they were both completely engrossed in their conversation. Great . She was going to have to venture into the scary world of politics alone. Why couldn’t Rex be here?

Half an hour later, most of the senators had politely greeted Ahsoka, but they didn’t really say much to her. Thankfully. But then a really old senator approached her and started lecturing her about how the Senate was using its money. He was really going into detail. Ahsoka had no idea what half the words that he was using even meant. She decided to focus on the other party guests instead. She studied their clothing, their accents, even what drinks they were drinking. She was mentally going through the list of planets all of the senators originated from when a voice said, 

“Ahsoka? Are you listening to me, child?” the old senator was saying to her. “This is extremely important.”

“Oh, um, of course,” Ahsoka lied, throwing him a fake smile.

“I am about to tell you how my people catalog their documents. It’s really quite fascinating. The system we use is extremely unique.” The senator took a breath, and Ahsoka knew this was her doom. 

Then, miraculously, a tinging sound resounded throughout the banquet, interrupting the senator glued to Ahsoka’s side before he could begin blathering away again. Everyone looked to Padmé as she clinked her drink with a spoon. Anakin was still beside her. It was as if those two hadn’t talked to anyone else. Those traitors had abandoned her! Ahsoka tried to glare at her master, but his eyes were fixed on Padmé. Oh, she’d get him back for this.

“Hello, everyone,” Padmé addressed, “I’m so glad you all were able to make it tonight. As you know, this is a major accomplishment that will change not only the Senate, but the Republic as a whole for the greater good. We are going to begin dining soon, so please make your way to the table.” 

“Why don’t you sit with me?” the old senator asked. “Then we can finish our talk about documentation.” 

No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! 

The elder senator put his arm around Ahsoka’s shoulders and began guiding her to the table. She had to do something and fast . She threw a panicked look at Anakin. She had to catch his eye. That’s all she had to do, then he would get her out of this. But he wouldn’t look away from Padmé for one second . That was all she needed. One second! But then her window for receiving help passed; it was too late. Ahsoka and the elder senator had arrived at the dining table. Once they sat down, Ahsoka looked up and saw that her master and Padmé were sitting across from her. So close.

Entrees were served, and the night really began. There was a dish for each major system represented. And an explanation of the culture behind each dish. Which was kinda fun the first three times, but Ahsoka grimaced when the droids began to bring out the fourth course. She finally met Anakin’s gaze, and they both exchanged a look of shared misery. 

It was during the fourth course when Ahsoka knew she couldn’t take it anymore. She was going to die from this; slowly being overfed while some old-ass senator, whose name she still didn’t know, melted her brain with mind-numbing lectures about things that no one, even the Supreme Chancellor, would care about. Literally worse than war. She had to stop this—even for only a single second. Ahsoka dropped her fork.

“Oh sorry,” Ahsoka said, interrupting the senator. He was currently talking about the history of boots, and the significance they had to his people. So, you know, super fucking boring . “I dropped my fork. I’m just going to get it real fast.” Ahsoka slowly bent down to get her fork. She “accidentally” pushed it farther under the table.

As she was retrieving her fork, Ahsoka noticed something. She saw two people holding hands. A man and a woman, judging by the clothes. Strange they felt the need to hide their hands. Maybe it was more comfortable under the table? Or…there was drama. Finally , something exciting. She’ll have to tell Ana—

Oh. 

Oh .

Ahsoka quickly sat up in her chair and looked across the table at her master and Padmé. They weren’t looking at each other. And Padmé was speaking with the senator on her left. And Anakin…he looked just as bored as Ahsoka was. Maybe she’d imagined it. Because there was no way . Being friends with someone was one thing, but having an attachment like this ? This would be enough for suspension. Or worse! But before Ahsoka could study her master and Padmé any further, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned.

“Now, where were we?” the ancient senator said. “Ah, yes, the boot. Did you know the boot plays a significant part in my people’s culture? It is quite captivating. Let me tell you about it.” 

Ahsoka groaned. 

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The next morning, Ahsoka awoke ready for the day. Nothing could be worse than that banquet. The elder senator had talked to Ahsoka for the rest of the night— through the entire seven-course meal, through the dancing, and through Padmé’s speech at the end. But today was a new day. No more old senators for her!

Ahsoka and Anakin had been assigned a mission. Not anything big. There was a small earthquake on one of the planets in the Outer Rim, and she and her master were going to help the people there. 

Ahsoka lied in bed until she was in danger of becoming late before she got ready. She rushed through her hygiene routine and bursted out of her room exactly a half hour before take-off. This was the plan for every mission she and Anakin had: to meet outside her room 30 minutes before they left. But Anakin wasn’t here. Which was not unheard of. But then five minutes passed. Five more. Nearly fifteen minutes in total passed before Ahsoka decided to seek out Rex since he was coming with them on this mission. But when she finally found him and asked him if he had seen her master, he said he didn’t know where he was. 

Time was ticking, and Ahsoka began to get a little desperate. She started to search for her master in every place she could think of. Even completely unlikely and illogical places like the storage room in the hangar and the 501st’s temporary lodgings. But he was nowhere to be found! She felt like she had searched for him everywhere. Where could he possibly be ? 

…There was the entire Senate wing of the building left. Why Anakin would be there, she had no idea, but she was honestly out of options. So, Ahsoka decided to go to Padmé’s office. It wasn't like she knew many senators, and it wasn’t like she knew many senators she liked . Padmé happened to be both, so she was really the only option. 

Plus, Ahsoka was secretly hoping the senator would help her find her master. There were hardly any other people Ahsoka knew this closely, and so what if she wanted to indulge in some time with someone who actually had a sense of adventure? She thought last night went well, and Padmé had seemed genuinely glad she was there. But that could also be wishful thinking. 

Shaking the self-doubt away, Ahsoka clicked the button to open the door to Padmé’s office, and it silently slid open. 

To reveal Padmé and Anakin on the couch. 

Kissing. 

But, no. 

Kissing would be too tame a term for this . No, this— this— was making out . Like, Padmé’s fingers tangled in Anakin’s hair sort of making out. Like, Ahsoka realizing Anakin’s hands were wandering to places she did not want to see the destination of type of making out. 

It all happened in one instant. And it was too much to see. It was too personal to see. 

And it wasn’t allowed.

Oh, fuck.

In a rush of adrenaline, Ahsoka clicked the button to close the door. She didn’t even remember racing down the hallway and into the restroom, but now here she was, standing in a locked stall, deep breaths echoing loudly in the empty bathroom. 

What. The. Fuck. 

What the fuck !!!

The image of them kissing flashed through her mind before she could stop it. 

Oh, shit. Shit . That was so fucking gross . And, also, what the fuck !!

There was no way. There was no fucking way that really happened. 

She needed to calm down. She needed to think more clearly about this. 

She remembered their wandering hands and couldn’t stop the disgusted noise that crawled its way up her throat. 

Why?! 

How long had this been happening?! How had she not known ?! 

Did she…did she really see what she saw? 

Her mind unhelpfully conjured the memory up for her. Again. She shivered in disgust. Okay, yup. It was real. There was no way she could make that up. No fucking way. 

And, oh, shit. Anakin! He should not be doing this. This…this thing …was definitely not free from emotional entanglement. This was bad . So bad. He knew better than this! 

Oh, what was she going to do ??

Ahsoka couldn’t snitch on him. She couldn’t do that to him. She couldn’t lose him. That just wasn’t an option. Especially not over something like this . Something so trivial in comparison to the other times she had been afraid to lose him. The only threat to losing Anakin should be on the battlefield. Not anywhere else.

Ahsoka couldn’t go through the process of getting a new master either. But…if worse came to worse, she could probably become Obi-Wan’s Padawan, and she knew he’d let her spend time with Anakin. So…maybe…it wouldn’t be so bad. 

But only if Anakin didn’t get expelled. Which…was a very high possibility. And she would never, ever be the reason he got expelled. So…telling anyone about this was completely out of the question.

What was she supposed to do??

She needed to calm down. That was what she needed to do right now. She needed to center herself. Get herself together. So she took a deep breath. And then another. And another. Until she was breathing normally again. 

She had to ask him. She had to know for certain if there even was anything to freak out about. But, until then, she wasn’t going to think about it. It wasn’t even going to cross her mind. 

…But the more she tried not to think about it, the more she did. 

She had to get out of the bathroom. That was the first step.

Ahsoka unlocked the stall door, and it opened with a painful squeak. She caught a glimpse of herself as she passed the sinks and mirror, and she looked terrified. She forced herself to relax, letting the tension bleed from her shoulders. She looked a little more natural now, but still a bit stiff. She sighed. Moments like these made her wonder what exactly her life was. 

When she opened the restroom door, movement down the hallway caught her eye, and she turned. Anakin was just now stepping out of Padmé’s office. He must’ve felt her nearby because he turned and then smiled when their eyes met. 

Ahsoka’s heart jumped at directly looking at the person whose secret she knew. Fuck. Keeping this hidden from him was going to be super difficult . It was one thing to keep a secret, but it was another thing entirely to keep a secret from the person you spend the most time with about the person you spend the most time with. This entire situation was a time bomb. 

How the hell did Anakin keep this secret? 

She must already be giving something away, because he asked, “Are you okay, Ahsoka?” 

She smiled something painful. “Oh, yeah, totally. I’m so good right now. Yup!” She smiled even wider to try to convince him. 

It didn’t seem to work, because he raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Okay,” he said unconvinced, “if you say so.” 

But he didn’t push it any further and began to lead them down the hallway towards the ship they were going to take on their mission. The silence was excruciating, but Ahsoka didn’t know what to say. It was weird. It was wrong . This knowledge changed everything , and she hated it. 

The silence persisted, and Ahsoka began to drown in it.

Should she say anything? What would she normally be talking about? It had all been so effortless before. Talking with Anakin had been easy before. Will it never be easy again? 

A small icy panic clutched at her heart. Is everything between them ruined now??

---

Ahsoka bolted out of the ship the second they landed. She plowed onward so quickly and so determinedly that she missed the rubble entirely until she tripped over it. She stumbled over a large piece of crumbling building and blinked up at the scene before her. The day was bright and sunny with only a few clouds in the sky, but the earthquake's destruction was obvious. Large cracks slashed across the land, and broken speeders and droids were strewn all over the fractured street like electronic skeletons. Buildings were nothing more than large piles of rubble. People were sifting through them, and Ahsoka realized some of them were crying. These must be their homes—reduced to nothing but meaningless pieces. Others huddled in groups, tense, but together. Hopelessness filled the air. It was awful.

“Ahsoka!”

It was Anakin. Ahsoka closed her eyes and summoned a deep breath for courage. 

She turned and grinned. “Yes, Master?” 

He reached her, and she watched his eyes flick over her, taking in her tense stance and the distance she’d placed between them. 

He asked, “Is there something we need to talk about?”

She could easily say no. She could easily lie. But when she met his gaze, she knew she couldn’t. Because this was Anakin . Her master. The most important person in her life. Someone who felt more like a brother to her—more like family— than was probably allowed. But what was “allowed” didn’t matter. Not really. Not now. What mattered was him . And how important he was to her. And how important she was to him. She could see it now, in the way he was looking at her with such strong concern. 

“Yes,” she finally admitted.

“Okay,” he said gently. “What’s going on?” 

It was difficult to hold his gaze, but she did. Her heart was pounding as if she was engaged in battle. It was distracting and a bit embarrassing how affected she was over a conversation. 

She asked, “Do you have, um…feelings for someone?” 

Maybe she should’ve been more direct. Maybe she should’ve just told him outright what she saw. But this was hard . And she was trying . …Struggling might have been a more accurate word.

“Why?” He stepped closer. “Is this about someone you’ve met?” 

Intrusively, the phrase overprotective brother popped into her mind. 

She shoved it away. “No!” she exclaimed frustratedly. “I’m talking about you ! Do you have feelings for someone!”

He immediately tensed. Defensive. This was exactly what she didn’t want. Her outburst probably hadn’t helped, and she internally chided herself for not having better control over her emotions.

“Ahsoka, that is inevitable. I think we’ve all had feelings for someone at some point in our lives,” he answered vaguely. “Now what is this really about?”

Ahsoka deflated. “I saw you today,” she began, “with Padmé.” She raised her eyebrows, signaling for him to get the message , so she wouldn’t have to explain it in any more detail. Because she did not even want to think about the details, let alone say any of them out loud .

It took Anakin a moment to understand what she meant, and then his face turned a bright shade of red. It was almost funny if she wasn’t on the verge of panicking.

“I’m not sure what you thought you saw,” Anakin began, but his face was still red, so there was no denying that they both knew what she’d seen. 

Ahsoka glared and crossed her arms. “I know what I saw. Anakin .” 

The use of his name was surprisingly effective, and he startled when she said it. “Okay, well, look.” His eyes danced around, never settling on anything for more than a second. “There’s an explanation. For what you saw.” 

She had never seen her master panic like this before, and it was hilarious . She’d seen him stare down countless battle droids and Separatist generals without batting an eye, but now he was a complete mess over a kiss ? She could hardly believe it!

Ahsoka almost didn’t hide her grin in time when she taunted, “Oh, please, do tell .” 

“Well. Okay. We were…” He still didn’t look her in the eyes. 

“You were what ?” 

“...Have you already told Obi-Wan?” he asked quietly, and when he managed to lift his eyes, he looked devastated . 

Oh. 

“No,” she said softly. “No, Master, I didn’t.” She took a couple steps closer. His eyes were glued to her, and he suddenly looked so young . Like he really was just a few years older than she was. Like he was only a teenager himself almost a year ago. “I didn’t tell anyone,” she promised.

Anakin frowned. “But I— This is a violation of the Jedi Code.” 

“And? We break the rules all the time, don’t we?”

Steadfastly and unrelenting, “This is different, Ahsoka.” 

“How?” she challenged.

“It’s been– We…” 

An uncomfortable beat. 

“It’s serious . Isn’t it?” she asked, her tone softer.

He nodded.

“You… Are you in love with her?” 

His features lightened then into something soft and vulnerable— lovesick —and the tension left him so fast, his shoulders slumped in relief. “Ahsoka…” He hesitated. His eyes were fierce when he spoke, “You understand you can tell no one .” 

“I know.” 

And she really did. She had discovered his most well-hidden, deepest secret. Something he held closer to his heart than anything else. She had looked into a part of him that almost no one else knew about. This was Anakin in his purest—his most vulnerable—form: a man willing to risk everything to keep the woman he loved. To continue to exist in defiance to the life he swore all for love . It was incredible, and it was something he thought he had to hide. That he had been taught to hide. 

Then Ahsoka realized that he didn’t answer her question. 

But it was like he read her mind, because he said, “I married her.”

Before Ahsoka could even begin to process that , the ground started to shake. It jolted , and Ahsoka nearly lost her balance. People screamed. Troopers rushed about, assisting anyone they could. For a moment, Ahsoka could feel the terror of the destruction the original quake had caused. It nearly drowned her, but then Anakin’s hand was on her shoulder, sharply bringing her back to the present.

It was only an aftershock that lasted for a few seconds, and the dust settled and people quieted. Except for one. Someone was continuing to scream. Anakin and Ahsoka quickly exchanged a look before racing towards the sound. 

A woman was crying near a house with a door completely blocked by debris. Anakin knelt down next to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her.

“My child! My little girl is stuck in the house!” she cried. “She was in the basement during the aftershock, but now it’s blocked! I can’t even get into the house!” Then she bursted into tears.

“Watch her,” Anakin instructed. “I’ll find a way inside.” He jumped to his feet. 

“Master!”

He paused.

“Be careful,” Ahsoka pleaded. 

He smiled warmly, and his eyes finally lit back up to how they usually were. “Don’t worry about me, Snips. I’ll be fine.” 

She watched as he took off, easily finding an entrance through one of the windows at the front of the house. A strange ache filled her chest, making her want to run after him. She pushed it down and turned to the woman and placed a hand on her shoulder like Anakin had been doing moments before. 

“It’s going to be alright,” Ahsoka comforted. “He’ll get her out of there.” 

Through choked tears, the woman asked, “How can you be sure?” 

“Because I know him,” Ahsoka said, “and he’ll do everything he can to make sure your daughter is rescued. I’ve seen him do it before.” 

“You’re Jedi.” 

Ahsoka nodded. “Saving people is kind of our thing.” 

The woman furrowed her brow as if she disagreed, but before she could speak, another aftershock hit. This one was more violent than the first. The ground pitched beneath them and threw them both on their backs. The ground continued to shake in rough, jerky shudders, making it impossible to stand. A horrible crackling sound erupted near the house. More debris rained down from what was left of the house, and most of the roof caved in. The woman beside Ahsoka screamed and attempted to race towards the house, but Ahsoka grabbed her and held onto her. 

The woman struggled against Ahsoka’s hold. “Let me go!” She thrashed. “Let me save my daughter! Please !”

“Wait! Wait !” Ahsoka commanded and strengthened her grip on the woman.

A defeated sob tore its way from the woman’s throat, but she stilled. She shook in Ahsoka’s arms, and the Padawan didn’t know whether to keep holding onto her or not. But she wasn’t stuck in indecision for long because the aftershock quickly faded, dust stirring before finally settling, new ruins appearing out of the haze.

Ahsoka hesitated for several tense moments, but eventually said, “I’m going to see if they need help.” 

“H-How can they need help if they’re dead?” she sobbed.

“They’re not dead,” Ahsoka reassured firmly before standing and walking over to the house. 

At least, Anakin wasn’t dead. She would’ve felt it. She wasn’t sure about the daughter, but she forced herself not to dwell on that until she knew for sure.

The rubble covering the house was unstable. Smaller bits continued to rain down, falling into the house through dark holes and cracks. The house itself was littered with fractures and barely standing; it was slowly collapsing and would probably be nothing more than a pile of rubble by the end of the day. One wrong move, and the entire structure would crumble, crushing anyone inside. 

It was a death trap. 

“Master!” Ahsoka called. “Can you hear me?” 

“—soka! Ahsoka!” He sounded from deep within the rubble. Impossibly far. As if he was somehow farther below the debris. 

A basement. He’d found safety in a basement. Oh, please, let the girl be alive. 

Ahsoka shouted, “Don’t move anything! It’s all about to collapse on you!”

“What! How are we supposed to get out then?” 

We . The girl was still alive. 

“I can do it.” 

“What?” he shouted. 

“I can do it! I can use the Force to move everything off of you!” she shouted back. 

He replied, but it was too muffled for her to hear. 

“What!” she called. 

“Are you sure?” he yelled. “Do you need to get Obi-Wan?” 

“No! There’s no time! The house will collapse before he gets here! I can do it!” she reassured.

There was a pause so long Ahsoka thought she might need to repeat herself. 

“Are you sure?” he asked again. 

“Yes! There might be another aftershock. I have to do this now. Just hold on, Master.” 

She waited for his response, but she heard nothing. 

She shouted at the crumbling building, “You have to trust me!” Her voice echoed across the rubble, causing the following silence to feel more desolate than before. 

Ahsoka took a step back to assess the house and the way the debris had landed to best see which parts she needed to lift first.

Belatedly, Anakin replied, “Okay, Ahsoka! I’m trusting you with my life!” 

It was his tone. He sounded more desperate than she was used to hearing. Her master never faltered in high-stakes situations like this. And he always trusted her. 

Because it wasn’t about Ahsoka lifting the rocks. It was about Padmé. It was about Anakin’s marriage . He hadn’t really been given a choice in sharing it with her. She had stumbled upon it. But now he was trusting it to her. He was relying on her to keep his secret—to keep the most important thing in his life safe . 

It was something he hadn’t given to anyone else. Of this, Ahsoka was absolutely certain.

“I’ll keep you both safe,” she promised in a whisper, unheard by anyone but herself.

---

It went smoothly after that. Moving the unstable debris off of the house proved to be an easier task than Ahsoka had first thought. Some of her training before she became a Padawan had been more difficult. 

The daughter was saved, and the mother thanked Ahsoka profusely for her help, tightly embracing her with tear-stained cheeks. Strangely, it was the small moments like those that made Ahsoka actually feel as if they were making a positive difference. None of the battles she had ever fought felt as good as that small moment had. 

The town came together and cooked for the clones and Jedi with their broken utensils and limited ovens as a way of saying thanks. It was oddly touching, having people who just lost everything provide for them. 

Anakin and Ahsoka sat with their dinner shared on a blanket between them, the sun beginning to set, casting a golden glow. There weren’t enough chairs to go around, and the two of them didn’t mind sitting on the ground. It drew them closer, and Ahsoka caught Anakin staring at her with a warm grin on his face. 

She thought she wouldn’t see it again. That they’d been ruined by what she had discovered. 

Ahsoka smiled back. “So,” she said while popping a native fruit into her mouth, her confidence renewed by Anakin’s smile, “are you and Padmé officially… you know.”

Anakin raised his eyebrows in amusement. “Married?” he finished for her. 

Ahsoka nodded. 

“You can’t tell anyone , Ahsoka.” After seeing her unimpressed expression, he added, “I mean it!”

Seriously, “I know.” An echo from earlier. She reached across and grabbed his hand. 

He held hers back, his grip steadfast and firm. He smiled brightly at the ground, and said softly, happily , “Yeah, we’re official.”

She leaned forward. Because that was crazy ! It was against the rules big time for Jedi, and Padmé was a senator ! And the fact that the two of them had made it official meant there was documentation as proof !! If this ever got out, it would be the biggest scandal of the entire galaxy!

“Really!” she replied giddily, voice breathless. “When?” Her mind raced, trying to fill in gaps when this could have occurred. “Was it when I got sick for a week a few months ago?” 

He was blushing as he shook his head. “No,” he said sheepishly. “It was…it was way before I met you.”

Ahsoka’s jaw dropped. “ What !! Wait, how long have you been married??”

“Well…” He scratched the back of his neck. He looked up, bright eyes catching hers. “If you want the full story, it started the day we met.”

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[bas-writes]

Day For A Family

Character: Rosinante Reader: female (trans inclusive) CW: fluff, crack humor, family dynamics Word Count: 1720 A/N: repost of an old post

This wasn’t an idea you were especially fond of. It was impulsive, it was dangerous, it was filling your mind with countless scenarios full of fear (because of Law), full of pain (because of Rosi) and full of visions of an empty wallet (because such places weren’t cheap and you were already tight on a budget). But you honestly couldn’t say no, seeing both of your precious boys lighting up like Christmas trees at a sight of a waterpark. Rosi honestly wasn’t even trying to hide his excitement, his words circled around this topic anytime he opened his mouth around you. Law was harder to read, but even he couldn’t hide the sparks of interest beaming from his eyes every time he overheard you two talking about a possible trip. As you guessed, neither of them ever had a chance for such mundane pleasures in their harsh lives—and the awareness of that was tearing your heart into countless, tiny pieces. No wonder you eventually broke under an avalanche of Rosi’s begging and Law’s hopeful gazes. Besides… After weeks spent either on Rosi’s coat spread on the ground or on sleazy beds in cheap motels you and your back had more than enough. You all earned the privilege of some luxury.

And here you were, all three of you in swimsuits (Law covered as much as the summer heat was allowing) and fighting against the excited crowd. There was still some hesitation, some worry holding you all in place, but with every new pool visited, with every gulp of iced soda and with every bite of Law’s horribly sweet cotton candy concerns slowly withdrew, leaving a place for sheer relaxation and fun. The luck seemed to be on your side—no one paid attention to Law’s white spots (the vitiligo lie was effective as never) and your boyfriend was keeping his clumsiness under control, so no tripping, no drowning and even no object dropping happened. You were switching pools, fountains, slides and booths with snacks and drinks like a normal, careless family, another one among countless visiting a waterpark in the middle of a hot, summer day. Rosi’s huge hand was embracing yours, gently squeezing it as if he tried to reassure himself this is not a dream, that you three are really here and all the bad things the world threw at you were left behind the gate. Eventually you felt your other hand being occupied too and you almost cried out in surprise. It was so rare for Law to initiate physical contact, especially towards you, that new and unknown person. But this day was too good even for him. He simply forgot or couldn’t care anymore; his sticky, stained in sugar, fingers shyly touched yours and tugged them, forcing you to open your hand and accept his grip. You gently pulled at Rosi’s hand and nodded towards the miracle that just happened, everything in silence to not startle your grumpy and wary boy. But the loving glance you spotted in Rosi’s eyes were expressing more than thousands of words could.

It was a perfect day. Truly a dream of a normal family becoming true for at least a few hours. And finally some peace from being chased, shooed away, hunted—and from hiding your existence from every person you could think of. 

Unfortunately, Law’s keen eyes spotted the nightmare.

You were avoiding this slide, more subconsciously than planned, but when Law turned its way and his eyes went wide, you understood why. It towered above the whole park; enormous construction made of steel, plastic, frightening steepness and screams of its victims. Most of the visitors were giving it a wide berth, the queue was formed mostly of teenagers and young men. Every single one of them was on the edge of paleness, you couldn’t see how they looked afterwards—the pool the slide led to was on the other side and hidden from your eyes.

“I want on that one.” Law’s face was full of a demonic grin. The one spelling trouble, the one you knew oh too well. 

“I pass,” you said, but the challenge wasn’t made for you. Law studied Rosi’s face with stubborn focus. Trafalgar Law decided he wanted something, so he was going to get it. It didn’t really work on you, so he quickly learned to avoid you with his schemes, but Rosinante was always easy to persuade with a good challenge. Boys would be boys and natural tension between marines and pirates (even if said marines were undercover and said pirates hadn’t been shaving yet) would always lead to trouble. 

“Don’t even think about it.” Well, Rosinante at least tried, but from the way he curled his lips you knew it wouldn’t take long for him to give up. “You’re too young for this crap.”

“And you’re one huge chicken. Aren’t you ashamed? To wimp out right in front of Y/N?”

“Cora doesn’t need to prove anything to me.” You tried as well, even if you knew you had no word to say in this situation. “And he’s right, it’s too dangerous. We can’t let you go alone, I refuse to even think of this slide and Cora can’t swim.”

“Those pools are shallow.” Now Law’s gaze turned towards you, and you could read your defeat from them. “He might be an idiot, but he won’t drown in water barely reaching his knees.”

And before any of you could react, he bolted towards the slide, running roughshod over the crowd. 

“You little shit!” Rosi tried to grab him, but the slippery swimsuit weaseled out of his grasp and Law ran for the queue as if his life was depending on it.

“Oi, Y/N, get me an ice cream before I slide down!” You heard from a distance. Rosinante was already following him.

“Watch your mouth, kid,” he warned. “Be nice to her.”

“Why? It’s not like she’s my mo—”

Rosinante’s furious twist froze the words in Law’s throat. It wasn’t the first time he gave you a cold, if not openly cruel, treatment. This child was wary and hiding desperately behind a wall of sarcasm, violence and aggression. You understood that, so his words—even if hurtful—couldn’t bother you, but Rosi hated when Law wasn’t showing you respect. It usually was leading to a fight and Law’s head was slapped countless of times, but lately the boy seemed to refrain himself not because of the fear of Cora-san, but not to hurt your feelings.

“Can I have some ice cream, Y/N?”

“Sure!” You made sure to send him a warm smile. “I’ll wait by the pool for you. Have fun, boys!”

The queue for ice cream was pretty long, so you worried you wouldn’t make it on time. But you came right when Law boosted from the slide into the pool. He barely brushed against the surface, bounced on the water like a human hockey puck and stopped a foot, maybe two from the edge of the pool. An excited smile was beaming from his flushed face, wet hair of his were poking in all directions.

“Y/N!” He spotted you immediately. Clambering out of the pool took him a while, he was literally shaking and buzzing, and his scrawny arms couldn’t pull him out. “Cora-san is gonna be so screwed!”

Your gaze followed the direction Law was pointing at and—not without a problem, the distance was quite big—you eventually saw Rosinante on the top of the slide. His huge body was barely able to fit within the flume, he was wiggling and squirming while trying to somehow bend his long legs. You followed the long and sheer way he was just about to make from the top of the slide towards the pool and the tight knot of anxiety almost held your breath back.

“Law.” Your fingers dug into the boy’s shoulder. “He’s going to make it safely, right?”

“Nope,” said Law and grinned like a little demon he was. “He will die.”

You honestly didn’t want to look… But you couldn’t close your eyes. As if on a slow motion video, you saw Rosinante finally getting more or less comfortable position and eventually pushing himself down. As you predicted, the mix of steepness, friction and Rosi’s weight… Oh god, oh god, oh god. 

You were screaming. Rosi was screaming. People were screaming.

Law was laughing.

Rosinante ended in the pool with a loud thud. He brushed through the water like a huge and screeching ice-breaker and hit the wall with his back. You could swear you heard a breaking sound—but you weren’t sure if it was his spine or rather the pool giving up under the siege. You pushed Law away (this brat was enjoying this way too much, getting a hiccups from the laughter) and rushed towards your barely conscious boyfriend. With the help of few other people, you managed to drag him out before he passed out in the water—

—just to immediately feel your cheeks flaring up as you saw what happened to his trunks.

“Y/N,” Rosi whined. “I swear, I could feel my ass burning.”

Rosinante’s trunks didn’t oppose the exceptional friction and withdrew, exposing his poor booty towards merciless plastic slide. The weight and the speed did the rest. The evidence of how badly it was was right in front of your eyes, burning red and very exposed, as the material had been pushed away in… Places that rather shouldn’t be watched by strangers.

Or little, mean gremlins, laughing their asses off because of someone’s misery.

“You little shit.” Rosinante grinded out, his eyes shooting daggers at Law. “You will pay me for this.”

“Glad Y/N got you some ice cream, you can already heal that burn.” And there Law went, leaving a trail of hysterical laughter behind himself, as he forced his way through the crowd that gathered around. Rosinante just groaned.

“Family day my ass. I love this kid, but sometimes all I want is to tie him and throw him into the sea.”

“Maybe let’s take care of this first,” you peaceably pointed at his hurt booty. 

“Well… At least we have some time for ourselves only, before this damned gremlin decides he has enough of running away and gonna be back to beg for another candy.”

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[tearsasmascara]

for your mutual requests !!!!! could you do like those military homecomings but its kazuha coming back after the vision hunt decree ? thank you so much for tagging me and for the request <3

ZEE !! hey oh my GOSH i’m so sorry this took forever. i was burnt out for a long time after i wrote my last fic, considering it lowkey flopped 😭😭 (this isn’t self advertisement SHKSH) also UGH WORK- but yeah you said you really liked this idea so i tried making it nice. i hope there’s no mistakes omg. IM SO SORRY IF THERE IS. again sorry for how long it took :((. i really hope you like it !! i might expand on this idea later too hehe. anyway love you so much dear. take care of yourself <33 enjoy!!

the vision hunt decree. the disease that plagued inzuma, hidden under the guise of law and order. it overtook all of inazuma, taking peoples treasures away from them.

for you, it took away your love.

ever since the decree started, kazuha fled from inazuma, from you, from the home and space you both ever so carefully constructed with love. in the process only leaving a small note on your bedside drawer.

the note carried with it small star shaped tear stains and heavy deep folds that signified the opening and refolding of the note countless times. that’s all you had of him. as you read about your lover going on the run to save his life, something pulled at your heart, pride for your lover and what he was doing but a deep grief for all you both had lost. each other. and more.

for a year, you would sneak out of the city to catch a glimpse of your lover, a soft touch on the cheek, a glimmer in your eyes as they met. but nothing more. you forgot how it felt to hear his voice and to melt into it, or to feel his lips pressing into your skin in the softest degree of affection. and you never knew if the day would come where you would once again feel his touch.

everyday without him made the yawning hole in your heart so much deeper, as if each day that passed, the grief that followed burrowed itself into that hole.

but the day did come. the vision hunt decree was lifted. kazuha never explicitly told you he’d be coming home, but you knew. you knew your kazuha would come to you as soon as he could, bringing the smell of sweet maple leaves and home.

he was your home.

a note appeared the next day. your eyes darted over neat elegant lettering, a soft smile coming to your lips.

“i’ll be home tomorrow. 8 am.”

at 7:50 am, you stepped out of your house, your heart bursting with excitement.

at 7:55 am, anxiety filled you as the clock slowly ticked forward, inching closer to the moment you were eagerly awaiting.

at 8:00, you looked around, a smile coming unbidden to your face, your heart feeling like it was going to burst.

at 8:05, a slight uneasiness filled you, as you shifted from one foot to another, shifting your weight as if you could shift your sorrow around.

at 8:30, you blinked away the tears in your eyes, willing your the hole in your heart not to grow larger.

at 10:00 am, you turned around, taking the first step back to your home, the first step back to a definite future without kazuha. soft tears slipped down your cheeks, leaving thin streams of sorrow down your face.

at 10:02 am, two warm arms wrapped around your torso, an out of breath voice hovering above your ear.

“i am so so sorry my dove. i was trying to get home but the ship hit a really rocky patch of sea and it was so horrible you cannot imagine-”

a pause.

“dove?”

your body shook as heart wrenching sobs left your chest, built up grief all pouring out at once. you felt the arms that held your waist twisting you around, his hands now at the small of your back, gently pressing you into his warm embrace.

“kazu-“ your voice cracked. maybe now that it held the weight of your grief, it too was crumbling. “i missed you so much”

the arms encircling you tightened around you, and a soft kiss was placed atop your head. you had forgotten how his kisses felt; even if they were delicate as the wind, they filled you with warmth.

“i’m here now. i’m never going again.” another kiss, this time on your forehead.

“never.”

and you slowly felt the hole in your heart healing.

hi !! thank you for reading this! if you did please rb (tags make me so happy but no pressure) and i hope you liked it!

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#[fresh books] #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #kazuha genshin impact #kazuha x y/n #genshin impact kazuha #kazuha fluff #kazuha x gn!reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha #[quinn that’s your queue]

[justanothercommonera]

I've seen others talking about their views on dramione, from both pro and anti perspectives, and I figured I'd share my thoughts as well.

So here's my take on dramione, as a dramione shipper.

First of all, I've seen people who are agaisnt the ship claiming its toxic. The truth is, they are correct. Dramione is a toxic pairing.

If they were real people, I'd be absolutely horrifed to imagine them together and would be disgusted with anyone who encouraged it. If they were real, Hermione wouldn't ever end up with him, and if she did, I'd be one of the people who would beg her to reconsider.

But the thing is, they AREN'T real people. If I wanted to read about real life, I'd pick up an autobiography.

When I watch a horror movie, I laugh at the characters for making dumb decisions because I know in real life, they're okay. When I read dramione and get excited over them being absolutely horrible to eachother, it's because that's what the author intended to do when writing that scene: Getting the reader involved.

It's exciting seeing them go at eachother with viscous spells, tossing out deep cutting insults, literally at eachothers throats, and then open another tab where they're being adorable and fluffy and soft.

It's fun! They can stay familiar to me depsite changing drastically.

Now as for Ron, I can't speak for the fandoms general hatred for him. I actually really like Ron, he's funny, I relate to him, and honestly I don't care about his relationship with Hermione, but I simply don't find them interesting together.

As a kid, I didn't even realize they were meant to be together until they were. I was a pretty clueless kid to be fair, but when they did end up together, my reaction was pretty much: "Oh. Okay."

That never really changed for me. I love their friendship, and I care more about that than their romance. And if they were real, I'd find them absolutely adorable, but again, they're not.

I do think the hate is absurd though. I frequently see Ron made into some complete idiot. Ron has issues with emotional intelligence at times, but that doesn't make him dumb, and I really wish that trope would die in dramione fics, but I digress.

Another aspect I find interesting about dramione is their personality traits. We know that your house doesn't mean a lack of other traits, just that those stood out more for you.

We know that clearly through Hermione especially, as we see her cunning, ambition, and resourcefulness. All slytherin traits.

I like the idea of Dracos "gryffindor" traits surfacing, and I like the idea of these attributes interacting between the characters. Draco's cunning luring out Hermione's, and her bravery dragging his up.

I'm also intrigued by the idea of those things working with eachother. Dracos resourcefulness aiding in Hermiones passion for helping others.

Anyway, that's really all I've got to say, if you read this far, here's a gif of a cat for your time.

#dramione #rambles

[akwolfgrl]

LFT PART 35

Tashigi had been excited to meet another swordsman, swords were her passion. She certainly wasn't expecting the green haired man who broke her glasses to have such a legendary sword in his possession. He wasn't very talkative but then again she had a tendency to ramble on, Captain Smoker did sometimes complain about it. What she didn't understand was why Matsu had a cursed sword for sale in his shop, let alone in the cheap barrel where anyone could pick it up. It didn't seem very ethical and she never thought that Matsu could be such an awful businessman. If what he was yelling about was what she thought he was yelling about Matsu had been trying to scam the green haired man out of his sword for far less than it's worth. Perhaps it was time for her to seek out someone else to take care of her precious Shigure. The green haired man…perhaps she should just call him Mr. Green since he had green hair, a green shirt and a green haramaki on, Mr. Green was lucky she showed up when she did.

“The Kitetsu swords are superior in all respects, but they've been cursed since their beginning. You have to believe me. There are stories from all over of master swordsmen who have met their death after taking up a Kitetsu sword. Nobody is stupid enough to touch them these days. And you'll fall to its curse just like everyone else, if you decide to take it. That's why I fear selling it to you, I don't want to be held liable when you die. I don't want to be cursed either, just leave it alone,” Tashigi had no idea. None of this was in her book. Maybe she needed to revise or add on to it.

“Oh how horrible, I'm so sorry I bought it up and encouraged you to buy it,” Tashigi bowed in apology to Mr. Green. “It would be death to take that sword.”

“Sounds great I think I'll take it,” The man she was apologizing to spoke. She stood up straight in shock.

“Didn't you listen to a word I just said! I can't sell it to you! When you die the curse will just come to haunt me!” Matsu screamed before his wife knocked him upside the head.

“Now don't be an idiot! Let him buy that sword ya old fool!” Ume Matsu’s wife whacked him upside the head.

“Don't hit me!” He yelled his hands atop his head.

“Well why don't we find out which of us is stronger than. The swords curse or my good luck,” He had a smirk on his face. She watched as he tossed the sword in the air and stuck his arm out.

“No!” Tashigi screamed.

“Stop it! You fool you're gonna chop your arm off!” Matsu cried out.

Tashigi and everyone else started in shock and horror as the sword flipped around in the air, just missing his outstretched arm embedding into the floorboards below. She couldn’t believe what she had just witnessed. He must be incredibly lucky.

“I'll take it!” He spoke with a wild grin on his face. Tashigi and Matsu both slid to the floor. Her heart had felt as if it was gonna beat out of her chest. She was certain that she was about to witness a blood bath, that his arm was gonna end up on the floor, his blood stain the wooden floor below. “Hey,” The man turned to her bedding down to take his new sword. “Pick out another one you know what your talking about, I trust your judgment,”

“Uhhh OK yah sure I'll do that,” Tashigi was still in shock.

“You! Wait right there, don't move!” Matsu yelled as he took off upstairs. He tripped as he made his way back into the room in no time at all. He held a cloth covered bundle in his arms. He pulled back the cloth to reveal a black sword. “It's covered in a black lacquer finish with an uneven temper pattern,” Matsu held the sword aloft. “My shop is small, but this is the finest sword that I have. Its name is Yubashiri, it's a Ryo-Wazamono sword, it's part of the reason I was desperate to get my hands on your Wado,” Tashgi had no idea Matsu had such a sword in his possession.

“I'm broke, it's way too much, and I won't be borrowing any more money from the witch,” He said, looking over his shoulder.

“It doesn't matter, I'm giving it to you for free if you'll take it. You're welcome to the Kitetsu if you want it, you've proved yourself. You are not as I had suspected an amateur but a true swordsman. This is better off in your hands being used than it was meant to be here. I'm sorry I tried to cheat you before, you must have some damn good luck,”

“You're right I do,” Mr. Green (she really needed to learn his name) said with a smirk.

Tashigi watched as the man walked out the door with his two new swords…for free! In the background, she could hear Matsu and his wife arguing in the background as she sat there stunned by what had occurred. She needed to find out who that man was.

#one piece #fanfic #lust filled thoughts #roronoa zoro #zoro #tashigi #swords #sword

[au-starss]

hiiiii how r u?? i hope ur alright and oh my gosh i love ur theme sm!!! and also if youre okay wittj it may i please req falling asleep on kazuha’s shoulder? and if u need it then f!reader and i use they/she pronouns thank u so so much in advance <3

IM SAFE WITH YOU !

༄ synopsis… after such a long day, you wanted nothing more to sleep with your lover, but where was he?

༄ characters… kazuha x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

༄ tags… comfort, fluff, petnames, established relationships, just two idiots in love

༄ words… 659

༄ author’s thoughts… this one is slightly short so apologies anon but i hope u enjoy !

The day was long and you were so tired. Commissions, cleaning the Cruz, and socializing with the crew only wore you out. You found yourself excited to crawl into bed and cuddle with your lover.

Your lover, Kazuha. Wait.. where is he?

You remember him mentioning that he would meet you back in your shared room. But you were standing at the entrance with him nowhere in sight.

With a sigh, you decide to go look for him yourself. Maybe you could convince Kazuha to come to bed. It was already late anyways.

Most of the crew had already retired for the night, so you hardly saw anyone who might know where your lover could be. Even then, Kazuha was more sly than them. He wouldn't tell them where he goes.

But regardless, you looked for the places he most commonly was. The peak of the ship, the helm, and even the secret rooms. But he wasn't anywhere to be found.

Finally, you found your lover at the very top of the ship, above the sail. He seemed to be content with the breeze in his face. But something seemed to be on his mind. Just looking at him was enough to tell you.

Kazuha heard your footsteps, but didn't turn. He already knew it was you. "Hello, my muse."

"You were difficult to find, my love." You mutter, sitting next to him. "Is something the matter?"

A smile graced Kazuha's face. "Nothing gets passed you." He sighs, holding your hand close. "Today was long and people were not easy to work with."

"You and me both. What happened?"

He didn't respond to your query immediately. The air between you two was warm and calm. The waves were crashing down by shore. The breeze from the sea coated your face, giving an additional chill to the already cold night.

You were loving every second of the current environment.

It was so tranquil. You adored quiet times like this. No bothers from the rest of the crew. No orders being given that need immediate attention. Just the two fo you, basking in the comfort of being there for each other.

And soon enough, your eyes grow heavy.

Maybe you could fall asleep. Yea.. you were with Kazuha. You were safe. He wouldn't let anything ever hurt you.

You were safe in his care.

--

Kazuha purposefully hid somewhere he knew you would find him. He wanted you to. The day was absolutely exhausting and he wanted nothing more than you and your presence.

He kept quiet for a while, looking for the right words to say. He wanted to describe his day without the headache that came with it.

But soon, he felt a sudden weight on his shoulders. His eyes widened as he turned his head.

There you were, sleeping soundly on his shoulder. You had a look mixed with content and exhaustion on your face. And your hand still kept its grip on his.

Kazuha didn't want to interrupt your peace. He would feel horrible to wake you up. And besides, you weren't bothering anyone.

The idea that you felt comfortable enough to fall asleep around him made his heart warm. You were so vulnerable, yet entrusted him to protect you.

You shifted in your sleep, moving to lie most of your body on his side. Kazuha adjusted to ensure you didn't fall. He carefully soothed your sleeping form, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles.

"You truly are a work of art.." He whispered, mostly to himself. "What did I do to deserve you? Your trust in me?"

Leaning both of your bodies back, the two of you were now propped up on the wood beam from behind. He lets out a yawn, lying his own head on yours.

Even as he falls asleep, he ensures he keeps a strong grip on your hand. Just to let you know that he's there.

And he's not going away anytime soon.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #kazuha fluff #kazuha x reader #genshin kazuha x reader

[harleybeaumont]

Sneak Peek 👀👀👀

It's been a while since I posted but I thought I'd share some of what I have in the works!

Unintentional - Chapter 15

(It's been a long time so I hope you guys haven't forgotten about this one!)

Liam snuggled as close as he could to Max, while his hands were still cuffed to the bedpost. Last night felt like an amazing dream. Everything had turned out perfectly. Dinner, the boat ride, the blue lights he attached to the boat, the proposal.. And especially the amazing, intimate night the two of them had shared together afterwards. Life was good, great even.

Liam’s cell phone buzzed insistently on the bedside table, but without Max uncuffing him, he obviously couldn’t get it. Eh, let it go to voicemail. Liam sighed and rested his head against Maxwell’s, but before he could go back to sleep, his phone buzzed again. Then Maxwell’s started ringing.

“Hey.. babe, your phone.” Liam whispered, causing Max to wake up and look around in confusion as both of their phones continued ringing.

Max fumbled with his cell phone, placing it to his ear as he lay back next to Liam. “Yello?” He mumbled and rubbed his tired eyes. “What?!” Max shot up, gripping the phone tighter, looking back at Liam.

“What? What is it? Who is it?” Liam searched Maxwell’s stricken face. Clearly something horrible had happened. “Max! Is everyone ok?”

Maxwell blinked back tears, “Hang on a sec, Ri.” 

It was Riley… That means something awful must have happened to Drake! “Oh god, is Drake ok?!”

Max dropped the phone and quickly unlocked Liam’s cuffs. “Yes. Everyone is ok, babe.”

He grabbed the phone off of the bed and put it on speaker. “Hey Ri, Liam’s here with me. Can you, uh.. Repeat what you told me?”

Riley sighed deeply. “God.. I’m so sorry about this, guys. It looks like the world found out about your engagement already. The media is going insane.”

Mardi Gras Mayhem

(a collaborative fic I've been working on with a few other writers! I'm writing for Maxwell, Tariq, and Neville! Here's a bit of Max and Tariq's!)

Maxwell

“Tonight you are an honorary member of my bachelorette party and we are gonna make sure you have a good time.”

“Whoohoo!” Maxwell yelled as he jumped in the air with a huge grin. “I’m Max, by the way.”

The bride-to-be pointed to all the women in the group in turn. “Ginger, Allison, Mandy, and Hope. And I’m Jess.”

Max could barely contain his excitement. “How did Mandy get that adorable plushie!? I need one! Need!!!”

Mandy laughed, “Watch and learn! Ready ladies?”

Another float began making its way past and the ladies jumped up and down, screaming along with the crowd. Suddenly, the group raised their tight t-shirts again, exposing their breasts and shimming around. Maxwell watched in awe as the men on the float reached into their bag and threw cups, plushies, beads, and bejeweled flip flops right in their direction. Holy shit! The secret is.. titties!!

Tariq

“Ladies! Get out here!” Coco called out and several half dressed women emerged into the room.

“Oh dear! I’m so sorry!” Tariq covered his eyes and spun around, mortified. He had witnessed more nudity on this trip than he had ever seen in his life!

“What do we have here?” A deep voice asked curiously and Tariq lowered his hands. When he looked at the person in front of him he saw a six foot tall woman with broad shoulders, makeup, a wig cap, and a gold dress. To the left of them, a man was changing out of a button up shirt and into a rainbow halter top.

For the first time since he arrived, Tariq noticed how tall the waitresses on either side of him were. The more he looked around, the more he realized how tall everyone in the dressing room was. 

“Oh dear,” Rosy chuckled. “I think he just now figured it out!”

Tariq looked around, feeling embarrassed by his naivety. “This is a.. a..”

“A drag show, honey!” Coco laughed.

The Shower Slip Up

(I have been teasing this one for a while and I honestly have no idea why I haven't posted it yet! Gonna try to post this next week! This is a one shot from my fic Love Me The Way I Am with Maxwell x MC (Harley). I'm just gonna leave you with this one sentence 🤣🤣🤣)

If anyone had told Harley that stuffy, prudish Bertrand Beaumont would one day be laying next to her nude, she would have thought they were insane.

I am also working on the final chapter of Maxwell's Jolly Holiday, but so far it's only in my head so I don't have anything to share! 😆 😅 don't worry I didn't forget about it!

#the royal romance #trr fanfic #unintentional #maxwell beaumont #liam rys

[band--psycho]

Negan x Reader - To Stay Or To Go?

Yes it has been about a year since I last posted a Negan story - I'm sorry!

I know this story isn't the best but I hope you all enjoy this!💛

And yes I will be writing a part 2!

A sigh slipped past Y/n's lips when she heard a knock at the door; her best friend and bridesmaid, Kass, had gone out to fetch the curling tongs from her room, seen as Y/ns decided to break, today of all days.

'Could she cancel a wedding because of broken curling tongs?' she thought to herself.

“It’s open,” Y/n called out; as she stared at the dress that was hung up against the wardrobe at the back of the room.

Anxiety consuming her.

The hours were going by so quickly and yet there were still two hours before her wedding.

Her wedding…the idea still sounded bizarre.

Part of her did love the man she was marrying today; Y/f/n; he was funny, thoughtful, kind, caring and the sex between them was certainly better than sex she’d had with most people.

Most people in her position would be jumping up and down with excitement if he proposed to them; but even though Y/n pretended to be happy, she wasn’t.

Not really.

But she also didn’t want to break Y/f/ns heart or embarrass him; how could she say no without doing both of those things when he proposed to her in the middle of dinner while they were sitting in an extremely busy restaurant?

Everyone’s eyes were on her, expectantly, forcing the word yes to fall from her lips; and then it was like she just got caught up in this whirlwind and couldn’t get out.

And the one thing that held her back from loving the man she was marrying today, was something neither of them could ever change; he wasn’t Negan....

“How you feeling, sweetheart?”

The unexpected deep voice snapped Y/n out of her thoughts.

She wanted to turn around; to see if the owner of the familiar voice was really here; but she couldn’t bring herself to do so.

She was frozen on the spot, trying to work out if somehow she’d become a witch and teleported the

man her heart truly desired here.

He couldn’t be here?

How did he even know she was here?

There were so many questions that just didn’t make sense that she was sure she must’ve made up the whole scenario in her head; probably a warning from her heart to stop the wedding from happening.

To run.

“You not even gonna look at me, doll?” Negan asked, humor lightly lacing his voice. But Y/n did not move. She stayed frozen in the same spot.

“You’re not real,” she breathed; her mind continuously repeating those very words, over and over again.

“Oh trust me, sweetheart, I’m fucking real,”

“You can’t be,”

She kept telling herself that he couldn’t be real; but deep down she didn’t know what she’d do if he was real.

They didn’t have a horrible break up or anything like that, quite often Y/n wished they had broken up over something awful, that way maybe she wouldn’t still love him.

No, their breakup was the cliche of the right person, wrong time.

“Turn around,” he demanded softly; so she did, if only to prove to herself that he was just a figment of her imagination.

And there he was. Standing there in his same old classic look, a white shirt covered by a leather jacket, black jeans and black boots. He looked like he hadn’t aged at all since the last time she’d seen him; though the black circles under his eyes were darker than she’d ever seen them. A clear sign that he wasn’t sleeping properly.

The same look he practically always wore.

“C’mere,” he whispered, and it was like her body had a mind of its own because before she could even stop herself , she was wrapped up in his embrace.

One arm wrapped around her waist whilst the other was soothingly stroking the top of her head.

It felt like no time had passed even though five years had flown by since we last saw each other.

And still after all that time he felt like home.

She didn’t know how long she stayed like that with him but it was certainly longer than she should have.

“See, told you I was real,” he chuckled lightly, as he pulled her closer.

“What are you doing here?” Y/n mumbled against his chest, taking in the moment…taking in him, like he was going to vanish at any given moment.

“Kass called me,” he replied; making Y/n look up at him with a questionable look.

“She wants me to talk you out of getting married,”

Y/n knew Kass wasn’t happy about you getting married to Y/f/n; mainly because she could see that Y/n wasn’t truly happy with him. She wasn’t truly in love with him.

Kass had been trying to talk her out of this wedding for months; but Y/n just simply brushed off her comments.

“But I’m not gonna do that, sweetheart,” Negan stated, the words practically burning in his throat. He pulled back from Y/n slightly so his hand could move from the back of her head to her face, allowing him to caress her cheek as Y/n's eyes grew in confusion.

If he wasn’t going to do that then why was he here?

“You don’t need me to tell you this is a shit show of a wedding, by the look on your face you already know that,” he continued, making sure to hold her eye contact.

Negan didn’t want Y/f/n and Y/n to get married; why would he?

He still loved Y/n. He never stopped.

But this wasn’t his decision to make, it was Y/ns, it was always Y/ns.

“But I am gonna give you this,” as he said that he pulled away from her a little bit more before pulling out a key from his back pocket with a little post it note attached to it; and placing it carefully in her hand, “It’s a key to a hotel outta town, that’s the address for it.”

Y/n felt her heart stop as she glanced down at the key before looking back up at Negan.

“It’s for if you decide to leave,” he continued, with a softness in his eyes.

“Negan-”

“I won’t be there, not unless you want me to be,” as the words left his lips a cocky smirk tugged at the side of his mouth as he squeezed Y/n's hand.

She should’ve given him back the key; and told him that she was happy.

But that was a lie. But even though it was a lie she didn’t want to let anyone down or hurt Y/f/n because he didn’t deserve to be hurt.

Before she could say or do anything he pressed a delicate kiss to the side of her head before disappearing behind the door he’d entered from.

Leaving Y/n, alone, left with some difficult decisions.

Did she stay and marry Y/f/n or become a runaway bride?

And if she did run away from this marriage, what did that mean for her and Negan?

Years ago he was the right person at the wrong time; what if now he was the right person at the right time….

Taglist :

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#twd negan #negan twd #negan x reader #negan imagine #negan imagines #the walking dead negan #pre apocalypse negan #twd x reader #twd imagine #twd imagines #negan

[siena-sevenwits]

Jan 1 - Day #2 - A Fortnight of Books

I am loving these prompts!

Most surprising (in a good way) book of this year?

"A Doll's House" by Henrik Ibsen

I was shocked how glad I was that I read this, because I knew it mostly as an example Chesterton and similar authors of the rough time period used to discuss the controversial feminist ideas of the day. In other words, I knew it by reputation through the lens of "'A Doll's House' reflects everything wrong with how we think about women and marriage these days." This is not to say the historical context/critical reception at time of its release is not important - this play would fall flat without them. But taking the play on its own terms, here's what I say. Nora is 100% right about the problem she and Torvald face - even though they do their best to love each other and have been happy in the lesser idea of marriage society has shaped them to believe in, there is no respect or maturity in their marriage and it will ultimately fail. Nora has her eyes opened to the idea of what marriage should be - utter self gift of each to the other, striving and sacrificing always for trust and respect, together helping the other thrive in all that they are, as a team and in their own individuality and in their responsibility to their children and community. A marriage with no stupid delineation between love and respect, a marriage of equals. She has no words for it, but what she's talking about is a ToB marriage, in fact.

But she realizes that society has fed her and her husband extremely messed up ideas about what it means to been a good upperclass woman or man, and to have a good marriage, and that they're not equipped to embrace what a true marriage should be. So she walks out and leaves no contact information. I think she made the wrong choice. I think what we see in this play, as horrible as the situation is, is a Flannery O'Connor time moment of grace. The true ugliness of Nora and Torvald's relationship has been made clear, and the contrasting beautiful marriage they both desire has been made manifest. This is awesome! This is what a play SHOULD do! The solution it proposes leaves a lot to be desired, but I think that's only because neither Nora nor Ibsen knows how to solve the problem, and making a clean break is all that they can come up with. But it seems to me that in that moment of grace, Nora and Torvald should have determined to make one, last incredible try. Separation might have to be involved, for a time. Certainly extremely hard work and brutal honesty would have to be involved. And there's nothing to say they would be successful - but if they only gave it one chance now that they KNOW the truth that was hidden from them... And that's why I like this play. I disagree with how Ibsen wraps it up, but he was RIGHT to raise this issue to the light back in his day, and I think the conversations around it must have been stupendous. Where is that post about how all fiction has been touched by sin, and you can focus on that, but you can also find where it has been touched by truth? So I have a complex relationship with this play, but am very glad I read it. Oh, and Nora has such an amazing arc.

(Some of this may be off - it's been nearly a year since I read it and some bits are hazy.)

Most disappointing book/Book you wish you enjoyed more than you did?

Yumi and the Nightmare Painter by Brandon Sanderson

I DNF'd this one. Ugh, I was so excited for the new Cosmere book - bought it the day it hit the shelves, and everything! But the good parts became overshadowed for me by all the immature body stuff and "sneaking peeks." I roll my eyes in this book's general direction. If you want to make a point about vulnerability, there are better ways to do it.

Sanderson, if Stormlight 5 isn't an awesome series finale to make up for this, you're the one who's getting magically turned into a coat rack.

#fortnight in books 2023 #coreander's old books #recovering reader

[pretty-amorphous-blob]

Distraction

Sapnap x reader

haha I finally wrote something its been over a month don’t kill me

reader has a bad day and Sapnap cheers them up. pillow fights and confessions ensue (read to XO by Beyonce)

You had officially experienced the worst day of your life. Okay maybe a bit of an exaggeration but honestly, it was pretty bad. You had a horrible time at work, the customers were absolutely atrocious and one of them even had the audacity to throw their food at you. 

Then coming home some stupid idiot had the bright idea to grab you by the arm at the train station and try to take you home with him, which was just…ew. He absolutely reeked of alcohol and luckily you pushed him away before running to catch the train to your neighborhood. 

Oh and just your luck to find that the water had stopped working in your apartment complex. 

Lovely. Just lovely.

So of course you did what any sane person would do. You cried, a lot. And yeah you were aware it was childish as you dialed up your best friend, and yeah you knew you sounded like a whiny little brat, but honestly? You didn’t care. Your day sucked, through and through, and you just wanted someone, or something to take your mind off it. If that happened to be Sapnap, well, he would just have to deal with it.

The dial tone rung a few times before a very tired voice answered. “Hello? Whoever this is it-are you crying?” shuffling was heard as he moved to look at the caller ID. “Oh dude, are you okay? You like…never cry, what happened?” you sniffled and tried to explain but it just wouldn’t come out right. You stumbled over words and shivered as you huddled under a blanket on your couch. 

“Could you try to slow down a little bit?” he seemed to be moving around a lot and you faintly heard keys jingling in the background.

“I dunno I just…can you come over? Today was absolutely terrible and the water in my apartment isn’t working. I-I,” you sigh heavily. “I just really need a distraction or something. Please.” you were exhausted but you knew seeing him would lift your spirits. He always had an uncanny ability to do that.

 “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in like…fifteen minutes?” his tone was oddly excited but your brain didn’t really register anything except that your favorite person was coming over. 

You smile and curl deeper into your blanket “Okay, see you in a bit, Sap.” 

Beep

All you had to do was wait now.

After scrolling through TikTok on your couch for a while you get a text from Sapnap that he had arrived, and you head to the entrance to let him in.

You opened the door and the sight of Sapnap in all his tired glory greets you. He has a grocery bag in one hand, and he smirks at the blanket covering you.

“You said you needed a distraction, can I come in?” you roll your eyes at him and nod.

“Of course, you’re not a vampire.” you shuffle back to the kitchen, and look back at him with puffy eyes.

“O-okay.” he stumbles a bit on his words and you giggle at him for it. His face splits into a grin “You laughed, I made you laugh!”

“Yeah, yeah, a real comedian aren’t you. Put the bags down and help me with food” he snorts and drops the bags. You both start to sort through the bags and you huff in amusement at a large crate of waters. “How’d you guess about the water?” 

He shrugged “I’m just incredibly smart I guess.”

“No, really, how’d you know?” you look over as he put some ramen in the microwave.

“Seriously? Your water goes out...like…every two months dude.” he presses buttons on the microwave as you admire him. He’d never get boring to look at, with his pretty self. Without turning around he comments on your staring “take a picture darling, it’ll last longer.”

“Shut up, nimrod.” there was no bite in your tone and judging from the little smile twitching at his lips when he turned around, he knew it was all bark. “You mentioned a distraction, where is it?” you decided to change the subject.

He pressed a hand to his chest in mock hurt. “Am I not enough to distract you, precious?” his use of endearments didn’t go unnoticed but you tried your best to act like it did nothing.

It may have made your heart beat hard, and sure his warm grey eyes made you melt a little, but it meant absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. You weren’t pining after this gorgeous man at all. Not one bit.

“If you must know, I am the distraction, your Royal Majesty of ungratefulness. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to play some music to dispel the dreary mood of this kingdom.” you gasp in indignance as he taps away at his phone. Some random song plays through his speakers and he looks back up at your shocked face.

“Cat got your to-” before he can finish that sentence you jump across the kitchen to him.

“Sapnap you are SO dead!” he dodges and laughs, a wholehearted laugh that makes you want to bottle this moment so you can cherish it and listen to that laugh on repeat. 

Your heart is glowing

“Sure I am, if you can catch me!” in running at him you’d switched places, giving him access to the kitchen counter. He vaulted over it and ran to the couch, picking up a throw pillow to defend himself.

“That pillow won’t protect you for long!” you whip around the counter at him and snatch up a pillow of your own, dashing towards him with your pillow raised. His eyes widen and he smirks, self-assured.

And I’m crashing into you

You collide with him and the both of you tumble to the floor with a thud, and you quickly scramble to a sitting position as to better assault Sapnap with a pillow.

After pillow stuffing frames both of you from the violent battle and the only the pillow carcasses are left you both sit staring at each other.

In the darkest night hour

Breath is drawn deeply and your cheeks are pink from exertion, and Sapnap once again smirks.

Wind rushes by as you are suddenly moved. You feel his hands on your hips, and his breath by your ear. Stuffing flies by your face and everything feels like it’s in slow motion until he’s above you and you see the ceiling.

Oh. he just flipped you, like nothing. That was, something.

I search through the crowd

 You stare up at him, breathless and he looks down at you, his face pink, pretty grey eyes alight with mischief and fondness.

“Hey” you murmur to Sapnap

Your face is all I see

“Hi” he breathes back

I’ve given you everything

“You know I feel like you picked this song for a reason” you muttered looking down at his lips

We don’t have forever

“I will neither…confirm or…deny that.” he leans down and you can almost taste the saccharine love on his words.

Baby daylight’s wasting

You stare up at him for a second, listening to the tinny phone speakers, and you close your eyes, relishing in the warmth of the moment, “you better kiss me, before our time has run out then.” Sapnap audibly lets out a breath

Soft warmth is on your lips before you know it. It’s not like the movies, it doesn’t feel like fireworks, or butterflies, it feels like safety and warmth. Everything he ever was and will be, that’s what it felt like. 

It felt like heat from sitting too close to a bonfire on a cold night, like a warm blanket, or honey and caramel, it was so loving and tender. So calm and exciting.

His hands moved from your hips to your back and face, and he rubbed your cheek tenderly as he pulled away softly. “Hey darling.” your eyes widened, and he huffed a laugh softly.

“Mean. you planned this.” he sat up and snorted, pulling you with him.

“Sort of.” he kissed your temple “I wanted to ask you to be mine earlier, but i kept chickening out. This just seemed right.”

“Is this why you kept taking me to fancy places and hiking trails?” Sapnap blushed and you giggled, kissing his cheek. “Well this is perfect.”

“So is that a yes?”

“Of course you nimrod.” 

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#sapnap x reader #fluff #comfort #friends to lovers #songfic #sapnap x you

[princesseevee06]

heyheyhey!! 'Your Turn Ryoko' is very yummy and i love your brainrotting and art so much T_T its really cool to see the yttd cast in different roles! i am oh so very invested hehsjfhsj

noww, i was wondering what Maple and Midori's dynamic/relationship is like in your au? 👀

(i ask this because i was thinking to myself how funny it'd be if Maple was still Out To Murder™ Midori at the beginning of their relationship [or something akin to that,] and if Midori was still Terrified™ of her even as a human HAHA though its unlikely ^^")

also, if Sou and Shin are taking the roles of Shin and Kanna respectively.. what does that mean for the main game of chapter 2.... o.o

but yeah, dont feel pressured to answer anything if its too spoilery or just straight up wrong haha!! i love your au and i look forward to seeing more :D

hello bread!!! (is it,, okay if i call you that??? i dont really know what else to 😭) thank you for continually being so kind and supportive about my au and art in general ;-; i am glad someone enjoys my silly ramblings. i also think your art is super duper cool!!!

okok for the maple and sou question: so because maple wanting to kill him was kind of part of her programming as an obstructor, that wouldn’t really apply here, but that idea is still SO funny to me?? i’ll def have to doodle that at some point lmaooo

their dynamic here is actually really polite! i see them as being good buddies :) maple is one of the participants who’s closer to sou, because she very much wants to work together with the others and see the good in everyone. it’s very much like. “awwww what a nice guy!” and then the guy in question is plotting murder ahsjkskdks

just as an example:

although, i still can def see sou being a little bit scared of her, because maple very much can be scary when she wants to. she’s very opposed to the ideas that the death game perpetuates, what with suspecting and betraying one another, and so while most of her ire is directed towards the floormasters, she can also get pretty pissed when the actual participants try to trick each other. so…yeah, sou tries to stay on her good side and be a nice boy. but he also does genuinely think she’s neat!

for the shin and sou question: i wasn’t actually going to talk about the second main game for at least a little while, but im horrible at keeping secrets anyways and talking about this excites me, so why the hell not!!

so, while over time i’ve leaned less into the idea of a character’s “role” determining the actions they take (e.g. just because shin takes kanna’s role doesn’t mean he acts like kanna), the one thing i have stuck to is that when one character takes another’s role, they will always die at the same point in the story. i wanted to also incorporate ‘branching paths’ for ytr as well, because it’s one of the things that really sticks out to me about yttd!

…so yeah the second main game vote is either between voting for shin or sou (or technically ranmaru, but then everyone else would die). it’s vv tragic to me, because i love both of them </3 but i do what i must for angst.

i’m definitely going to give the main games their own posts (and almost 100% some art as well) in the future, but if you’ll allow me to get a bit rambly about shin and sou’s dynamic here and how it affects the main game, ehehe… ^_^

sou and shin at the beginning of the death game very much start out with ulterior motives. yes, they are friends, but they also gain something out of allying with each other: someone who they can rely on/who can vouch for them, which improves their chances of surviving. so they act all buddy-buddy, but there’s definitely tinges of manipulation going on from both sides (and while they realize exactly what’s happening they still acknowledge that this “trade-off” (both literally and metaphorically lol) is a good deal for both of them)

but throughout the death game they end up getting a lot more comfortable/vulnerable with each other, and soon enough they realize they really care about each other (really, they have the whole time). and this obviously complicates things because them wanting to protect each other throws a wrench in the whole “every-man-for-himself” ideology they’ve been preaching.

so, kind of like kanna, sou tries to get the sacrifice card during the second main game trading phase, but he does it with the intention of having him and shin escape together. …he does not actually get the card because the cards get swapped by gashu (there’s different reasoning for why they’re swapped this time but i’ll get into that in another post as well probably). hence, pain.

i envision the end of the 2nd main game being almost a screaming match between the two as they desperately try to convince everyone else to “vote for me so he can live!” (sort of like the shin and kanna vote but even angrier) (because kanna is a sweetheart and sou is Not) (it’s horribly ironic as i’d consider shin and sou the two characters with the strongest survival instinct in this cast, yet they are both driven to self-sacrifice here)

okok uhhhh sorry for the long tangent as you can see i’m evidently insane about these two’s dynamic in this au! ANYWAYS this vote is a lot different from the shin & kanna one because no matter who ryoko votes for as the tiebreaker, the one who survives will be PISSED. and by god they try everything to make her life a living nightmare in chapter 3 (because. being ryoko is suffering)

…i apologize so much this is probably incoherent because at the time of writing this it was past 1AM. but regardless thank you so much for the ask and your continuous support, and expect more content soon!!! :DD

#princesseevee answers #yttd #your turn ryoko #yttd maple #sou hiyori #yttd midori #shin tsukimi #my art

[boomhealers]

what about the male companions (or at least deacon, mac, and danse) getting dragged out into the glowing sea with sole to find Virgil, but sole is horrible at using their map and the companion is starting to get radiation sickness but sole hasn’t even noticed

I love this an extreme amount because you are describing my exact experience with this perfectly WYAGWCWYSVWGSC (seriously though i smiled so much when i saw this in my inbox!!!!)

Fallout 4 Men Companions React To Sole Getting Lost In The Glowing Sea While They All Get Radiation Sickness That Sole Ignores

Deacon

“Hey uh I think your pipboy’s upside down or something. Mind if I take a look? You know, before we turn into fleshy glowsticks?” He wants to be polite so bad since Sole does this kind of thing a LOT but they were supposed to find virgil and its been three hours and Sole is still lost. Deacon jokes a bit during the first hour but by hour 4 he’s like Give me your pipboy now :).

Nick

Oh god he knows that look on Sole’s face. The “don’t worry I got this dont interrupt me” look. Happened on the trip to goodneighbor and it’s happening here. Nick knows that he will be fine but Sole??? Brother in christ this is the glowing sea now is not the time!!!! By hour two Nick sighs and says,”Oh give me that!” And yoinks their arm to look at the map. Sole is absolutely not allowed to walk ahead and if they even think about it Nick gives them a disapproving look which mentally kills them because disappointing Nick Valentine hurts more than 23 stab wounds.

Danse

Every time Sole insists they lead the way anywhere, Danse dies a bit on the inside. He wants to respect them but by god he is dying so much on the inside. Thankfully they both have power armor but its hour 6 and they’re still not there and power armor can’t save them forever. Danse looks them in the eye and says something like,”I Respect You. I Really Do However We Are Going To Die If You Don’t Give Me The Map.” Nothing but the sound of Sole’s shameful power armor THUMPTHUMPTHUMP and Danse’s cool power armor THUMPTHUMPTHUMP is heard until they reach Virgil.

Preston

The map expert. After all, he’s always marking settlements on your map(i couldn’t help myself its too perfect for this sorry). Ok but Preston would know a lot about cartography actually. He’d spend his free time making maps himself and they’re super nice looking. When this quest comes, he lets Sole take the map because they asked nicely. However he did not know that Sole gets lost super easily and also cannot read a map(Preston was always the one holding them and leading the way after all). Preston so desperately is trying to give them hints on how to properly read it but Sole is not picking up at all. Makes a few stern but polite comments about the radiation. Eventually he awkwardly goes “hahahahaha you wanna learn how to read a map? right now? please” and tells Sole how to read it as he’s leading the way.

Maccready

He was already not thrilled by the idea of coming here given the. You know. Radiation and horrors. Sole was super excited oddly enough. They fucking LOVED exploration even if they couldn’t read maps for shit. However this isn’t some random field in the commonwealth this is the glowing sea. Maccready would firmly tell Sole that “Look, I know you’re excited and whatever but try not to wander too far off the trail. It’s just…very dangerous in the glowing sea and I think it would be best to get in and out as fast as we can. Trust me. Anyways, that was all I wanted to say. Lead the way.” He wants to be nice about it because Sole is his best friend/and or partner but he prefers his best friend/and or partner very alive and not dead from radiation poisoning. After 15 minutes he takes the map and starts leading them. He is not patient wyetwfwtsgacwg

Codsworth

Oh he is so patient about the whole ordeal. He suggested they take a lot of extra rad-x and radaway before they went into the glowing sea (he offered to carry it all too). He knows Sole is really bad at reading maps and whatnot (Sole has gotten lost at the park pre war so much. The amount of times he found Sole in increasingly bizarre places due to this…). Codsworth gently taps their shoulder every so often, offering even more radaway and rad-x. Occasionally he’ll make comments about how he’s General Atomics Finest(tm) and how he is really good at navigating terrain and reading maps. Eventually Sole does admit they’re lost (probably around hour 10) and lets Codsworth lead the way.

Hancock

Hancock loves taking in the scenery alongside a nice bath of radiation as much as the next guy but uhhhh he is very worried about Sole by the first hour. Are they. Are they okay??? They’re glowing a bit uhhhh he should stop them. Says something like “Hey [nickname] why don’t ya let me lead the way, yeah? Just kick back and stroll while I do all the work.”

Strong

He looks at Sole like what the FUCK are they doing. Human glow, no sight of cave. Strong lead way. Human is bad at navigating terrain!

Bonus:

Gage

Gage stares straight into Sole’s face like,”Boss, we’ve both seen some shit but I’m going to shoot you in the head if you think I’m just gonna stand here twiddling my thumbs while we get fuckin microwaved by the earth. Give me the damn map.”

#requests #fallout #fo4 #fallout 4 #fallout companions react #fallout companions #companions react

[gettinshiggywithit]

Day-09 !Halloween Pranks With Twice And Toga!

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scenario:- a few harmless pranks with toga and twice!

characters:- Himiko toga,Twice

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it was halloween and since it was your first time celebrating with the league you decided to do something #special!

so when you twice and toga were contemplating what to do,toga practically catapulted off the couch and said,in her most excited voice,

"WHAT IF WE DID A FEW HARMLESS PRANKS????!"

your interest was piqued

"like??"

"oh the usual",twice chimed in,"toilet papering houses,stink bombs and egg throwing!"

you nodded it would definitely be an interesting way to spend the night!

so on the night before,you and the two of them got mr.compress's help to steal the supplies(much to his annoyance.he was working on his costume!)

you gathered everything and were about to head out on your mission of mischief when a very important thought occured to you.

"hey what if we get caught??"

"oh we wont."they both said in unison

"oh?"

"yeah we do this every year!"

"oh okie!"

and with that you set off

you did however have one request from one of your fellow league members

it was 'fuckin wreck endevour's place'

you didnt know which of your other friends this request belonged to because you found it written on a piece of paper tucked in your bag but you had an idea...(*cought* dabi)

so naturally the first house you went to was endevour's!

it was fuckin hugee so you knew you'd be here all night

you all peaked in through a window and noticed no one was inside

*insert evil laughter*

you COMPLETELY trashed the place.the trees were decorated in toilet paper,the walls were covered in eggs and youd even rigged some stink bombs to go off when the doors where open

"this actually is fun!" you said while tossing the roll TP over from your spot around the tree to toga

"I told you sooooo~" she said

once you were done,you headed over to twice who was over by the wall admiring his egging

"eggcellent!" you heard him say to himself "its absolutely horrible" "No its not!"

he heard the two of you coming over and turned and waved

when you were together you pulled out the last three rolls of toilet paper and handed them to your two companions

"final throw?"

"YEA!" they said,again,in unison

and on the count of three you guys pelted the last rolls over the roof

you all looked back into your bags and sure enough youd used all yousr supplies...

"well,"you said "looks like thats a wrap!"

you all broke down laughing

"wow y/n!" toga said through tears of laughter "i really didnt think you had such a shitty pun in ya"

"no! it was gooddd," "shes right it was horrible-"

"well then! how about some trick or treat rounds!" said twice as he wrapped his arms around the two of you

"TWICEEEE YOUVE GOT EGG ALL OVER YOUUU" the both of you screamed in horror

"whoops sorryyy"

you brushed it off and just went on outta there

as you were leaving you looks back once to admire your work.

this was definitely goin on the news!

by about midnight,you guys got back to the lair and sorted through all your candy

it really was a great night

you then fell asleep watchin slashers on the couch(twice had cleaned up ofc)

the next day it was very much on the news and your resident arsonist had a noticeable pep in his step.

looks like we now know who left the note~

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please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the mha characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but this story? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

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