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byechristopher · 3 months

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pleaseee a fic where chris and reader meet for the first time (she's lowkey sad or some shit like that idk) and he's all starstruck by her 😞

lucky you.

–CHRIS STURNIOLO FLUFF.

Author's note: hey y'all. I got the idea from this lovely anon (thank you for the request!🤍) and combined it with something that actually happened to me. Fate truly works in mysterious ways – so take this long, sappy story (based on true events, pft). I hope you like it! Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: long, sappy fluff. Very slight angst if you squeeze, but nothing crazy. Very long, didn't proofread!

My mom used to always say – "that's life; when one door closes, another door opens". And if I still lived in the same house with mom, she'd know; I haven't seen an opened door in a long while. It is unfair but it is what it is and I had no intention of succumbing to tears in the solitude of my nightly despair.

Seated on the chilled bench, I instinctively drew my knees towards my chest in a desperate bid for warmth. The sheer elegance of my black tights, though adorning my legs, proved futile against the biting cold. Unfazed, I refrained from complaining; after all, they were my cherished favorites. Mascara was most likely smudged from my previous ugly crying, yet I ignored it, taking solace in my sweater's embrace.

Leaning my head against my knees, my fingers absentmindedly engaged with the laces of my shoes – a subconscious act of distraction. In the midst of this self-imposed solitude, a sudden exclamation pierced the quietude.

"Shit!" I heard a voice, someone angry. The mysterious guy threw his hat on the pavement and scoffed, his hair nearly as messy as mine. His gaze shifted towards me, a thorough assessment from head to toe, "care if I sit next to you?" he asked quickly. Without much ado, I responded with a nonchalant shrug. I didn't care, I had way more things to worry about.

I could feel him rummaging through his pockets, trying to find God knows what, he seemed upset, anxious, "want a cig?" I didn't see him, but I saw his extended arm in front of me. I don't think he was looking at me either.

"Sure." I murmured under my breath, taking a cigarette from him half-empty packet.

"Why does life have to be such a fucking bitch?" I chuckled in response, treating it more as a statement than a question. Offering another shrug, I watched as he scanned the area, likely in search of his lighter.

"If I had the answer to that, I'd probably murder this bitch." I chuckled, he chuckled too.

He held the lighter in front of me and only then did I turn my head to look at him – he was definitely not what I expected to see from what I've heard. While I didn't dwell on it for long, it seemed he did, as seconds passed without his lighter igniting. His intense pale blue eyes remained fixed on mine, and I briefly removed the cigarette from my mouth.

"Hello?" was my mascara that smudged that I scared the guy? He hasn't uttered a word.

"Oh.. sorry." he shook his head, as though attempting to shake off the reverie that had consumed him in the past few moments in his own world, "I just.. didn't expect you to be here?"

"Well.. I'm pretty sure we haven't met before. So how come you didn't expect me?.." I was confused.

"No, I mean.. you are very beautiful." he almost whispered but I caught that, and if I was just a little disconnected from reality, I probably would've blushed.

"Oh. Thank you." my lips turned into a thin line – I put the cigarette back into my mouth, grabbing his lighter instead.

He chuckled, "and I thought I didn't know how to take a compliment." he took his lighter back, taking a puff of his own cigarette.

"Don't you hear like a thousand compliments on a daily basis?" with my knees still pulled up to my chest, I embraced them tightly, resting my head against the comforting curve of my legs.

"Hm. And yet this was the best compliment anyone has ever given me." he placed a leg on the bench, just so that he'd be able to have his whole body face me.

I couldn't help but laugh, "yeah, I'm good at giving things. Not receiving."

He nodded, his hat still on the ground although he didn't seem to care, "understood.." he smiled and wow, he had a nice smile, almost contagious, "a fellow people pleaser, nice to meet you. I'm Chris."

I reciprocated with a nod and a quick smile. My name slipped off my lips swiftly, echoed by him, and I couldn't help but notice how much better it sounded when it rolled off his tongue.

"Will I ever see you again?" he looked me dead in the eye.

"Probably not." I pursed my lips, looking back at him.

He nodded as if he understood and dropped his burnt cigarette to the ground. Chris grabbed his hat and got up, offering another smile, "I believe in fate."

"I don't." I teased, smiling.

"You probably should." he shouted, already far away from me to speak normally.

What an interaction.

It had been quite a while since said interaction. Not that I thought about the guy a lot, but he definitely was in the back of my mind. Even when I was outside, he'd still cross my mind every now and then, like a nice, distant memory.

I chuckled as I gulped down my whiskey – the music was too loud for my own liking but it was a Saturday night and it'd be a pity if I stayed home once again; my friends begged and I actually like hanging out with them. I watched as my friends danced with each other, not too far away from me, as I rummaged through my purse to find the money so I could pay and leave.

"Fucking.. shit.." I cursed under my breath, turning my phone's flashlight on because the lights in that bar were bright as fuck, but apparently not enough to actually help me see.

"D'you need any help?" I heard a somewhat familiar voice shouting behind me. I turned around and my eyes widened when I saw him.

"I.. you!" I was beyond surprised, to say the least, because I was truly convinced I'd never see him again. Not because I didn't want it; but because I had enough on my plate already.

"Shit.." he whispered, and if I wasn't already looking at his lips, I wouldn't be able to know what he said, "..see, I told you fate works in mysterious ways."

"This was just a coincidence." I convince myself.

Was it, though?

"This was no coincidence and you know it.." he grinned and I let my eyes travel down his body for a few seconds – he looked best in black, ".. I need to see you again.." he muttered.

"Well, it seems you will indeed see me again." I smiled.

"Does that mean you'll give me your phone number?" he grinned and I saw his eyes do the same thing mine did to him; check me out.

I hummed, "..hmm.. no. We'll see if fate actually works." I smiled.

"You can't be serious.." he tilted his head, looking at me in disbelief, "I found you again, how can I leave when I don't know if I'll ever see you again?"

"You said you believed in fate."

I found him undeniably attractive and intriguing. However, at that moment, I realized I wasn't emotionally equipped to entertain the idea of liking someone or embarking on dates. The weight of my personal struggles loomed large, and I couldn't shake the fear that if he discovered the extent of my problems, he'd likely reject me. Hence, I concluded it was better to distance myself now rather than risk inevitable disappointment later on.

It's not like I'd see him again.

Truly, it's been more than a month since I last saw him; I did think about him way more often than usual but he still remained a nice, distant memory. A memory that was in the past and would never be in the future.

"Yo, we're leaving already? It's 2AM." my friend whined, although we were already walking down the stairs, toward the exit, with our jackets on and bags in our hands.

"No, love, we're just taking our fucking bags for a little walk." another friend replied, rolling her eyes and I couldn't help but laugh at their bickering.

Immediately after departing from the bar, he made his way out of the restaurant located directly beneath it. You have to be fucking kidding me.

"You.." he whispered, his eyes widened.

My mouth hung open, my eyes as wide as his; I really couldn't believe it this time. This couldn't be a coincidence, right?

"What.. are you doing here?" there was nothing else that could leave my mouth at that time.

"I work here.. now, you can't tell me this is a coincidence." he walked closer to me, although still keeping a distance to be respectful.

It definitely wasn't but I was still in the same mood I was back then.

"I can't tell just yet." I teased him; deep down I wished I could give him way more. But I knew I couldn't.

"Don't.. tell me.. are you not gonna give me your phone number? Again?" he chuckled in disbelief once again. I nodded.

"He better be a murderer, bitch; that's the only valid reason for you not giving him your phone number yet." shit, I completely forgot that my friends were literally behind me, staring at us; they knew nothing about this.

"Stop." I whispered to my friend and I don't think she heard me but she definitely saw the expression on my face.

"Please?" he said and I almost gave in when I saw those eyes.

I have always been self-destructive but this wasn't it, this time. It was realistic, right? I really couldn't do this; I knew he wouldn't be able to keep up with my lifestyle so I was just doing me a favor by saving myself from possible heartbreak. Right?

"I promise you now; if we meet again, I'm opening up to you. Fully. My phone number, my likes, my diskikes." I gave him a teasing smile, which he seemed happy to receive.

"Pinky promise. Now. I trust fate but not you." he chuckled and so did I.

"But you trust my pinky?" I laughed but he seemed serious, despite his playful stare. I sighed, still smiling, wrapping my pinky around his, "..promise."

This would probably never happen. It's fine.

This time, I really thought about him; dreamed about him even. That was very unlike me but it happened either way. I seemed to be doing lots of things that were unlike me lately – like going to this bar again. I wasn't going to see him but I was hoping to.

The whiskey was cold against my lips, my black dress hugging my hips as I sat down on the couch.

"Third time's the charm."

No.

I turned my head and saw Chris speaking to the friend group that were sitting next to ours; I saw them getting up and leaving, Chris replacing them.

"Oh God.. what did you tell them?" my grin was wider than usual, I really wanted to see him after all.

"That.. I needed to sit next to you. And that it was a matter of life and death." he smiled, taking a sip of his own drink.

"You're crazy."

"For you." he said, searching for something.

Before realising, I saw his phone in front of me, signaling me to dial my phone number. And of course, I did.

"So. Start. Tell me everything."

"Do you have free time?" I tilted my head, still looking at him.

"For you? Always." he chuckled.

I cupped his cheeks and pulled him closer, looking into his eyes to make sure he wanted to kiss me as well. And as soon as I felt him leaning towards me, I placed the softest kiss on his own soft lips.

"Take me home?"

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wynnyfryd · 3 months

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Trailer park Steve AU pt 44

part 1 | part 43 | ao3

cw: recreational drinking

“You’re just…” Robin looks at him sideways, her face doing something quivery and weird that he’s pretty sure is supposed to be sympathetic concern but mostly looks like she stubbed her toe right after smelling microwaved fish. “You’re sure it’s not too soon?”

It is.

It definitely is too soon.

Steve’s pleasantly buzzed at a New Year’s Eve party — some random rich kid’s house, loitering in the space between the living room and kitchen so he and Robin can properly people watch (see also: be hugely judgmental bitches about the fashion sense of the girls on the dance floor and the sloppy form of the guys doing keg stands on the back deck) — and Steve just opened his fat, drunk mouth and casually admitted to being in love with Eddie.

Eddie, the guy who hated him for years. The guy who tried to knife him the first time they interacted as neighbors.

The guy whose silhouette has started to fill the passenger seat in Steve's Winnebago dreams.

Eddie’s here, but he’s not here; probably posted up somewhere in the basement so he can deal to the stoners and the horny kids playing Spin the Bottle, and Steve—

Steve knows he falls too fast. Always has, but especially now. Steve fell for Eddie like a gunshot going off: a deafening bang, gurgling fish sounds, blood all over the floor. He kinda thinks he couldn’t help it. Kinda thinks he’d do it again.

And how could he not, when Eddie smiles at him like that? When he takes him apart so sweetly with his words, his lips, his tongue? When he dragged Steve by the hand into the back pew of a midnight mass on Christmas Eve, giggling about how he was shocked his satanic worship hadn’t set the bench aflame?

Yeah.

Steve totally understood why Jesus got up on that cross.

“Oh, my god,” Robin rolls her eyes with a strangled huff. “Are you seriously just—? You’re fucking hopeless.”

Yeah, he is, and yes, he is. “No,” he insists, crossing his arms over his chest and trying not to feel like a defiant kid who got caught lying to his mother, because yeah, he totally is spacing out into lovesick La La Land while being actively accused of spending too much time there lately. “I’m not fucking hopeless, and it’s not too soon.”

Robin gapes at him like 'are you kidding me right now?' “Steve!”

“Robin!” he answers, mimicking her tone. Wow. Vodka makes him petulant.

It makes Robin stubborn as hell. She juts her chin out and hollers over the music, gesturing so aggressively she almost spills her drink, “Admit that it’s too soon!”

“It isn’t!” Steve shouts back; digs his heels in and refuses to budge, never mind the fact that it’s only been, like, three weeks since Eddie fingered him for the first time oh, god, don’t think about Eddie’s fingers right now.

They stare at each other for a second, Robin’s nostrils flaring with the words she so clearly wants to yell at him, her breaths coming hot and harsh, and then, with a long sigh, her shoulders deflate. Her chin comes down. She bites her lip again, teeth turning the skin white as her eyes go big and sad. Worried. She's worried for him because she loved him first.

Steve smiles at her, a quick, closed-lip thing that feels more like shrugging with his mouth, and he leans into her space; pats her cheek and thumbs her chin until she stomps chomping on her lip.

“You’re gonna get it all chapped,” he says in a hush, hoping her Steve translator is still intact after a couple drinks. Hopes she knows that he’s really saying ‘I hear you’ and ‘I love you, too; I love that you care’ because they're at a party and god does he not feel like saying sappy friendship shit out loud.

Robin’s eyes get misty. Just for a second — message received; copy that — and she clears her throat and shakes it off. Points at something over Steve’s shoulder and drags him to the other side of the room.

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part 45

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harringtown · 2 years

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wrap me up in all your—

still not over that obscure friends to lovers prompt list so I did number 30 w Eddie!!!!

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: everyone forgets Eddie’s birthday except the reader (aka a cupcake, a joint, a gift, and a confession or two)

word count: 1.5k

warnings: cursing and weed/smoking mention

The trailer park is quiet. The autumn chill has settled over town like a blanket, unearthing winter jackets and beanies from closets and marking every breath with a plume of white air.

Eddie sits beside you on his front porch, and though the light swinging overhead flickers every few seconds, and the wooden stairs are halfway to rotted, it’s his favorite place in the world.

Anywhere that has you in it is his favorite place in the world.

He’d like to blame that sappy sentiment on the joint you surprised him with an hour ago and have been passing back and forth, but if he’s honest, Eddie feels that way sober.

You make him feel and think all that sappy shit he was sure only existed in movies.

You showed up, with a dorky birthday hat and a joint sticking out of a cupcake, and Eddie instantly felt high. And so, even though his day started at crappy and only got worse from there, it’s looking to have a decent ending.

As far as birthdays go, this certainly isn’t the worst. It’s almost better that everyone forgot. No last-minute, hasty gifts or the off-key singing of some waitress and his uncle.

It doesn’t even matter that everyone else forgot. Because you didn’t.

“I got you a present,” you say eventually, jabbing out the last burning embers of the roach and tossing the filter into the tiny pile at the bottom of the steps. Other filters from other nights smoking on this porch, the best of them with you.

“I thought we just smoked the present,” Eddie says.

You snort a laugh and bump Eddie’s shoulder with your own.

“No, that was the candle,” you say. “It would have been better if you rolled it. You’ve got magic hands.” You lift your arms and do jazz hands, making Eddie laugh, and then cough, which makes you laugh, too. Then you’re just two high idiots giggling on a crumbling porch, but Eddie is happier than he has been in a long time.

“Not everyone has the magic touch,” Eddie says. He raises his own hands, and doesn’t miss the way your gaze falls and lingers on each finger, each ring and crooked knuckle and calloused fingertip. Eddie drops his hands. “So. What’s this present you speak of? It better be damn good, after all you’ve hyped it up.”

“I did no hyping,” you accuse. You tear your gaze from Eddie’s and drop it to your lap, where you’re worrying the hem of your hoodie between your fingers. “And it probably isn’t that good—”

Eddie blames the weed on his sudden confidence. He takes your chin in one hand, forcing you to look at him, and he doesn’t realize how close you are on the porch until he almost smashes your nose with his own.

“Whatever it is, sweetheart,” he says, gentler than he intends, “I’m sure I’ll love it.” Your eyes dip, dip to his mouth, and now Eddie is looking at your lips, and he can’t stop.

He clears his throat and sits back. “You’ve never gone wrong before. Christmas ‘82?” He shrugs his shoulders and flashes you a lopsided grin. “Alright, yeah, you kind of screwed future you, there. How the hell do you follow thatup?”

You roll your eyes, but Eddie can tell you’re pleased. He’s known you so long that nonactions are actions, too.

“You and that damn guitar,” you say.

“What can I say? You did good, kid,” Eddie says. He bumps your shoulder again. “C’mon. Quit stalling. Let’s see it.”

You scrunch your nose. “Technically, there’s not really anything to see. I mean, I have a piece of paper, like a written agreement, but—”

“Earth to y/n,” Eddie says in a singsongy voice, though honestly, he’d be content to watch you talk about nothing for hours.

You nod a few times. Clear your throat. Don’t look at him as you say, “I kind of… booked you a gig.”

And Eddie’s dry mouth becomes the Sahara desert.

“You—what?”

“And I don’t know if I’d really call it a gig. More of an… audition? That fancy new club, The Tunnel, is looking for a local band to play Friday nights, and they want something different, so I played them one of your tapes. The manager liked it. He said if you do well at the show in a few weeks, you could be in there every friday night—”

“Are you serious?” Eddie asks.

You stop. Meet his eyes. “Of course I’m serious.”

“Holy shit.” Eddie pushes off the porch steps, onto the dirt below, and shakes his head. “Holy shit.” He wraps his arms around his torso and turns to you, shaking his head again. “Are you serious?”

You laugh, and say, “For the second time, yeah, I’m serious.” You swipe at your nose and sniffle. “Not that your usual joint isn’t great, but I figured, maybe you and the guys wanted to change it up a bit¸—”

And Eddie can’t hold back anymore. He rushes you, throwing his arms around your waist, knees digging into the step below you, burying his face in your neck.

You laugh again, and hug him back, and when you dip your face against his, your cool lips graze his temples. His stomach lurches, and his pulse sings, and yeah, he’s definitely high, but it’s most certainly not all from the weed.

All his reservations fall away. Fall apart. Never fucking existed at all, and he’s just been kiding himself.

Eddie pulls back to look at you.

“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” he says. “I love you.”

You let out a little laugh. “I love you, too, dude.”

He shakes his head. Peels himself away from you and drops onto the step beside you. “No. I mean, I love you. I’m in love with you. And I have been since we were sixteen. I was doing a pretty good job of not doing anything about it, trying to maintain the friendship and all that, but then you show up here, and you tell me you booked my band a gig—”

“Technically not a gig!”

“—a gig,” Eddie says. “And suddenly, I don’t give a shit about maintaining anything. So, thanks for that. And I love you. I really fucking love you. Sorry if that screws things up.”

For a long second, you just look at him, and Eddie thinks he could die right there on that porch—which is ironic, considering he kind of almost did, if the grass near this porch in a parallel universe counts.

“Do you have any idea,” you ask, “how long I’ve been waiting for you to admit that?”

Eddie jerks back. “What are you—you knew?”

You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear and look away, a sheepish smile on your face.

“I mean, of course I knew,” you say. “I’ve known you since we were ten. I know you. But time went on, and you still never said anything, and I wasn’t sure if I was wrong, or if you just had no goddamn clue how you felt, and then—“

“And how do you feel?” Eddie asks.

Your smile shifts. It shines like a thousand stars, brighter than anything in the night sky.

“I really fucking love you too,” you say. And then you kiss him, and you taste like frosting and weed and a thousand future kisses.

Eddie ends it sooner than he’d like—if he doesn’t, he’ll do something non-gentlemanly things on his porch, and he’s really trying to be a gentleman—and you drop your head onto his shoulder. You lace your fingers through his, fiddling with his rings with your free hand.

Sometime later, you lift your head, and say, “You never told me your wish.”

The cupcake with the joint. You instructed him to make a birthday wish on the first hit.

Eddie averts his gaze, swiping the hair from his eyes.

“My wish?” He shrugs. Meets your eyes. “You know the rules. Secret.” He draws his fingers across his lips and mimics throwing away a key.

You roll your eyes. “Humor me.”

Eddie inclines his head and considers a moment.

“You really want to know?”

“I want to know everything in that head,” you say, lifting two fingers to his temples.

Eddie knows he’s smiling like a dork, but he doesn’t care.

“It was you,” he says. “It’s always you.”

You press your lips together, but a smile tugs them up. You wind your arms around his neck and dip your forehead against him.

“Well,” you say softly. “You’ve got me. Time to find a new wish.”

“I’ll figure it out later,” he says. “Now, I just really want to kiss you again. You cool with that?”

You laugh, and say, “Yeah, I’m cool with that.”

Then you kiss him again.

And Eddie thinks this might be the best birthday he’s ever had.

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tarjapearce · 7 months

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soccer family wife meeting Miguel’s family for the first time?

👀 Miguel has a potty mouth.

(This is before meeting her family btw)

"So... when you're gonna introduce your girl?"

"A Pitufina?"

Gabriel didn't hold back the ugly snort at the nickname

"God, that's such a terrible pet name."

Gabriel poured the coffee for the both as Miguel prepared breakfast. A bit of Huevos rancheros and fried red beans to pair it with.

"She might come later, she's been busy."

"Right."

Gabriel put two of sugar to his mug as he handed Miguel his. The proceeded to heat up some day old tortillas.

"You're gonna tell mom about her?"

"No."

Miguel's voice monotone, but firm. Gabriel sighed and slanted over the counter, eyes on the tortillas as he crossed his arms in his chest.

"Look, I don't wanna be that guy, but... don't you think it's been years?"

"Yeah. Keep them coming."

"Just do it out of politeness. She'll find out one way or another And you know how mom gets."

He flipped the tortilla and Miguel served.

"I couldn't care less what she thinks. Pásame el chile. Besides that's precisely why I don't want them to meet." (Hand me the chili sauce)

"I just wanna know why you won't talk to her about this. Like... You've gotten a girlfriend!"

"Por Dios, you're so annoying at times. Get over it. Yeah, I'm dating. So?"

"I was worried, Miggy." Gabriel gave a dramatic sigh as he put the other tortilla to heat up, "Thought you'd end up as a true hermit living off caffeine and stress. "

"Cabrón"

"Tú el doble." (You're it double)

"En fín. Cállate y come." (Anyways, shut up and eat)

"I'm just happy for you. I... I know you don't believe me when I say stuff like this. But Im glad that... Pitufina or however bizarre pet name you wanna call her, is with you."

Gabriel sipped his coffee and sighed.

"You've been less of an asshole lately. You have fun even, so I'm glad. Happy you can finally get some peace with yourself and she seems a good woman too. So... Congrats. "

"Thanks."

"What if she asks to met mom?

Miguel shook his head.

"Doubt it. Mom is troublesome. Nothing is fucking good enough for her. Just like Pitufina's mother."

"Kinda understand why you got together now"

Miguel snapped his head towards him with a glare.

"Ya no te cuento ni vergas." (I'm telling you shit.)

"Okay, okay, terrible joke. Sorry. Just... How bad is it?"

"Bad. Strangers practically. Won't expose her to meet mom and throw at her face her own troubles. Mi niña has had enough as it is."

Gabriel's eyes widened upon his older brother's words.

"I think I might get used to this sappy version of you."

"Make fun all you want but even I know there are limits when it comes to being a dick. So don't mention this to mom." Miguel's eyes fixed him with a staid face as he waved his index finger as a warning to him, "And I mean it, Gabri. Don't want her to also ruin this for me."

"I won't, relax. Is not like we're really close or something."

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Your knuckles held the wheel tighter as you approached Miguel's apartment. He wanted to introduce you to his family.

So you put yourself in an outfit appropriate for the occasion. A little blazer with a tank top underneath, some jeans and matching low platform espadrilles.

Miguel rarely to never mentioned his family to you, and the sparse times he did, only mentioned his brother.

You had seen Gabriel a couple of times but never interacted with him beyond a couple of words or pleasantries if the situation demanded for it.

You parked and let Miguel know that you were outside. He lived in the second floor of an apartment complex.

He came out after a couple of minutes dressed in his stay at home clothes. A stark contrast on your outfit. You bear hugged him and he kissed your temple.

"Uh... why are you wearing that?"

"What?

You gestured

"I feel so overdressed now"

"You're fine. You're meeting Gabriel."

His arm wrapped around your waist as you made your way towards his apartment.

"Just him?"

"You sound disappointed"

Shaking your head with a smile as you climbed up the stairs. He chuckled.

"I'm not. I was nervous at the thought of meeting your parents but... knowing it's only Gabriel is less nerve wrecking."

He sighed and stopped you as his apartment came in view.

"Long story short, I don't get along either with my mom and the sperm donnor is out of the picture. Gabriel is the only constant one in my life. "

You kissed his cheek and held his hand tightly as you held a little gift on the other one.

"Thanks for telling me. I was thinking in escaping while you distracted them. But glad it won't be necessary. "

He chuckled at your attempt of lightening the mood. His keys tinkered as they turned and opened the door.

"Gabriel?"

The younger O'Hara looked up from his seat in the living room with a smile, turning the tv off

"Hey" He stood and approached you both. You gave him the little bottle of a collectible mezcal bottles.

"Miguel told me you liked this brand."

"You didn't have to, but highly appreciated." The nickname kind of made sense for Gabriel now that he saw you next to Miguel.

You introduced himself as you shook Gabriel's hand.

"A pleasure to meet you, thanks for tolerating my brother enough to date him."

You snorted as Miguel glared holes his way.

"He's not bad. Except when he runs out of coffee"

One of your arms wrapped around Miguel's waist as he held and entwined your fingers with his on the other.

"Ah you tell me. I'm the one that's sent to the store to replenish. Older brother privilege and stuff."

You couldn't help but giggle.

"Didn't know you bullied your brother like that."

"Can't believe you're in his side."

"Hey, I'm the youngest too. Totally relate on that"

"Anyways, a pleasure to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Gabriel.."

"Don't wanna sound rude but I gotta go meet a client. See you guys later."

"Ve con cuidado." (Careful out there)

"Have a nice day, Gabriel."

"You both too."

Gabriel retreated to his room to then leave the apartment with his laptop.

"You can breath now, Pitufina"

"Stop calling me that? Please?"

He shook his head and kissed you.

"Then it wouldn't be fun to do that"

"Ya pues. Dame otro." He kissed you again with a smile and you giggled. (Enough. Gimme another one)

"Wanna watch a movie or you want me to cook for you?"

"Both? Please?"

"Sure"

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️#Pre Soccer Family #t writes✨

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candied-peach · 3 months

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ao3: "i'm afraid we won't be leaving" rating: T warnings: prinxiety, remus shenanigans mentioned genre: fluff description: Roman's not been sleeping. Virgil has a fix for that. (for anonymous: "tss fluff prompts.... prinxiety and a nap?")

Roman's jaw cracks in a yawn as he covers his mouth with one ink-spattered hand. He's been struck with a burst of creativity the past few days, so he's been working extra hard for Thomas. A bundle of scripts lay untidily stacked on a corner of his desk, and he's steadily plowing through another. This is good. This is great! Sure, he hasn't really slept in three days, but he doesn't need it! Not when energy thrums through his veins, exhaustion be damned. He's been drinking and eating for the most part (Virgil keeps dragging him off to meals and replenishing his water bottle). All in all, he is doing fantastically and he's so proud of himself. What would Logan say if he could see Roman now? Buckling down and getting the work done?

"Ro," Virgil's voice intrudes. Roman's mouth turns down into a pout before he can stop himself. He loves his boyfriend. He really does. Virgil is incredible and Roman doesn't know how he managed to get so lucky as to have Virgil say yes.

But Virgil doesn't understand how important it is for him to keep going when he's in the groove like this! He needs to finish it! Anxiety plucks at his heart strings, sending little shocks of worry throughout his nervous system.

"Ro, you need to sleep," Virgil says, resting his chin on Roman's shoulder.

"I'm nearly done," Roman argues absently. Virgil eyes him, and Roman finds his face reddening.

"No, you aren't," Virgil says. "I can tell you're lying from a mile away, Princey. Are you trying to get Janus's attention?"

"No!" Roman sputters, still red-faced. "I'm just- I'm not at a good stopping point, Dark and Stormy, just let me-" He wheedles. Virgil raises a dubious eyebrow.

"I don't think so," Virgil says, tugging Roman's chair out from his desk and spinning him around. Roman squeaks, nearly dropping his pen.

"Virgil!" Roman exclaims.

"Roman!" Virgil echoes his intonation. "You need a nap, darling. Come on. Up you get." He tugs at Roman's wrists. "I promise, I will let you get back to it once you've had a nap."

"But what if I forget my thought process?" Roman asks, his eyebrows scrunching together in worry. "I need to get this done, I told Thomas and Logan I'd have this done by the end of the week-"

"Darling, it's Wednesday," Virgil calmly points out. "You still have a few days to get it done. You won't finish it if you collapse instead."

"You're supposed to be on my side," Roman playfully accuses. "What happened to Anxiety prodding Thomas to get his shit done?"

"I realized self care is also important, and you'll get nothing done if you don't sleep," Virgil retorts, deadpan. "I will give you one minute to write down some notes for what you want to do, and that's it."

Seizing his opportunity, Roman whirls his chair back around, grabbing a spare sheet of notebook paper and scribbling down as many thoughts as his crammed-full brain could spit at him. All too soon, the minute is up, and Virgil is plucking the pen out of his hands.

"Nap time," Virgil insists. Roman throws him a pleading look.

"Now darling-" Roman starts, but Virgil just leans forward and kisses his nose, cutting him off mid-sentence.

"You look exhausted," Virgil informs him. "Your bags have bags and are moving cross-country. You look like you're wearing my eyeshadow, babe. Come on."

"Fine," Roman grumpily acquiesces. Virgil helps him stand and fatigue weighs every limb down as he is suddenly accosted with exhaustion. He wobbles and Virgil steadies him with a sympathetic smile. His opulent red and gold-draped bed looks more welcoming by the second.

"Just a few more feet," Virgil encourages him softly.

"You'll nap with me, won't you?" Roman asks. Virgil nods immediately.

"Of course, Princey," Virgil says. A soft, sappy look spreads across Roman's face as he sits down on the edge of the bed and snaps himself and Virgil into their pajamas. He yawns again and Virgil pushes him back onto the bed, crawling in after him.

"Go to sleep, love," Virgil says. The soft sound of rushing water fills the room, as Roman nonverbally turns on his noise machine. He can't handle the quiet otherwise, and Virgil's soft breaths aren't enough white noise to help.

"Love you, stormcloud," Roman murmurs. His eyelids feel like they have five pound weights attached to them. Virgil kisses him, then peppers more kisses across his cheeks.

"Love you, too, Princey," Virgil says, his voice so thick with fondness, it makes Roman's heart swell. "Your work will still be there when you wake up. Promise."

Hearing that, Roman immediately snaps his fingers to turn on the Anti-Remus Wards, just in case, and Virgil laughs.

"Point taken," Virgil says. "Now it will still be there."

"I know my brother," Roman mumbles, already halfway to dream land. Virgil curls up tight against him, one arm draped over his middle, and Roman's breathing slows, evening out.

He sleeps for hours and when he wakes up, his door is streaked with green slime that seems to be smoking.

But his work is untouched.

#🍬.txt #sanders sides #prinxiety #roman sanders #virgil sanders #roman #virgil #sanders sides fic #ok to rb #peach writes #📚

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pedroshotwifey · 2 months

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Favorite Bounty chapter 6

Series masterlist

Pairing: Din Djarin x afab!reader

Word count: 6k

Chapter summary: Was it all just a misunderstanding? Is it too late to find out?

Chapter warnings: Violence ig lmao, angst?, Mando being a sappy bitch, mentions of smut, breeding kink?

A/N: Hey babes! I hate this, but I really hope you like it because it's all I've got! <3

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Din can’t remember the last time he felt unsure of his actions. But as he watches the ship in front of your’s blow up, thanks to his missile, he starts to second guess everything he’s ever done that might have led up to this moment. Before he can understand what’s happening, bits and pieces are flying back, right into your junker ship.

A wave of heat sends your ship back, taking side-paneling with it to expose vulnerable parts of your craft. Shrapnel begins to find a home in these spots, digging in and breaking it apart from the outside, likely jacking every system up within seconds. There’s a lot of damage about to be done, he knows that much as he eyes a larger piece headed for the front. Right where you are.

He feels a weight in his chest sink down to his stomach, the unfamiliar feeling causing him to lurch into action. It hurts, he realizes. It hurts bad. The thought of truly losing you seems to reach inside his chest and squeeze his beating heart to a stop. Something inside him blisters, and every thought from his head that isn’t about you suddenly disappears, and every one that is, is suddenly enhanced. In a flash, he can see every second he’s spent with or around you since that day that your kind soul chose to risk your life to save his son’s.

He remembers the first time he caught a glimpse of you, the way his breath was stolen from his lungs for the first time in his life as he found you on the floor, coddling his son like he was your own. Something had melted within him in that moment, his heart making room for you without consulting him first.

The feeling had scared him, if he was being honest.

So he got his shit together, and he snapped at you. Told you to get Grogu out of here, that he would find you later. You’d looked scared at first, but after he repeated himself, you were on your feet, immediately putting all your needs aside to help him. What kind of woman did that?

He made sure to keep the nasty crooks he was dealing with at the time away from you and the kid. He was desperate to keep his son safe, but for some reason, adding you—a stranger, mind him—to the mix, doubled his concern. He didn’t understand why at the time.

When he had the pirates down and tracked you to the alleyway you were taking coverage in, he couldn’t help but to admire you for a few seconds before revealing himself. The way your brows furrowed with worry, the way you held Grogu with such confidence and tenderness, the way you spoke softly to him even though you were scared out of your mind, it was this combination that almost brought him to his knees.

The kindness and care that emanated from you then was enough to have millions falling in line behind him. You were a goddess, he was so sure of it. That was when he realized there was something wrong with him. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way, especially when he didn’t even know you.

He had silently scolded himself and attempted to snap himself out of his trance, stepping out in front of you as you frantically looked behind you. Maybe a little too close in front of you, because the next step you took sent you straight into his chest.

Unfortunately, that did nothing to help his predicament. Your scent easily infiltrated his helmet, hypnotizing him in a way that was harder to just shake off.

He had seen the way your body prepared to run again, so he reached out and grabbed your wrist to keep you with him. That was the first time he got a good look at you, when you looked up at him with those big doe eyes, full of fear that quickly turned to relief as you realized it was just him and not a threat.

His stomach had flipped, which is the first time he could recall it doing so.

He wanted to get to your level, ask if you were okay, but instead, he held his hand out like a dumbass. He also hadn’t realized that he was simply incapable of doing something like that. He’d asked—okay, demanded—for the kid, and you’d looked almost embarrassed as you reached to pass him over.

And that’s when he heard the sounds of pirates gaining on him, and reached out to pull you to him before he could think about it. Your body felt way too good against his, even through the layers you both had on. He remembers one of the biggest threats in that specific moment was his own hardening cock working against him.

You protested, and he slapped a hand over your mouth to silence you, giving you instructions to get to his ship. You listened to him then, and he knew he didn’t stand a chance after that. You ran off for the crest, and after a few grazes and a shot to the leg, he was off after you, throwing himself into the hull.

He was losing blood from the injury on his leg, but he still managed to get the ship into the air and away from the immediate danger. It was only once he was out of the atmosphere that he let himself back down the ladder to find you sitting with a sleeping Grogu in your lap.

He had hobbled over to a crate, digging out a medkit, and did his best to ignore his feelings—and the urge to pass out—as he tried to patch himself up. You, of course, saw his struggle, and had put Grogu up to come help him, even though he had not been necessarily kind to you.

You looked so good sitting there between his legs, meticulously cleaning and bandaging his wound. He tried not to get caught in the features on your face, the different expressions that crossed it as you worked through the process. He had found himself wishing he could memorize each one of them individually.

That night, the most he gave you was a ‘thank you’, and you were grateful anyway. He was barely able to remember all the details, but he remembered enough to be comfortable with you staying on the Crest.

As the days went by, he had quickly, though reluctantly, come to realize that he deeply enjoyed your company. At first, when he noticed that he often found himself gravitating to wherever you were, he tried to ignore it, to play it off as coincidence that you always ended up in the same place as him. For some strange reason, each time he had the urge to go into the hull to look for something in storage—usually something that wasn’t really necessary at the moment—you were already there. Everytime he took a trip to the kitchenette for a ration packet—even though he was well aware that he wasn’t hungry—you were sat at the little table, already eating a pack yourself or feeding little spoonfuls to the kid.

Eventually, he caught himself. It had only been a few weeks at that point since you had joined him and Grogu on the crest, but he could already feel the urge to protect you, to claim you as his own, to have you in his sights at all times. When he came to terms with that fact, he made up even more excuses to cover it up. It was instinct. He had just gone too long without human interaction, he was just naturally protective, the list went on. He did pride himself for a little while, for the way he was able to hold back from you, though it was a harder task than he would like to have admitted.

Not only did he have the urge to keep you safe, he also had a nagging want to bend you over a crate and fuck you into oblivion everytime you passed by him in the hull. Fortunately, he had a sound enough mind to refrain from doing that, but he couldn't help but to place his palm on the small of your back each time, gently urging you past him. Unfortunately, just that action was enough to have him stiff in his pants, suddenly in dire need of solitude so he could find his quick release instead of holding one of his hands in front of his crotch for the next hour.

Every now and again, he would get bold and tease you the slightest bit. Just to see if you would do something about it. Slip comments that could pass as flirty. Watch you for a little longer than what was normal because he knew you would tell after a minute. Sit in his Pilot’s chair with his legs spread and his half-hard bulge on display. Okay, that one definitely had you flustered.

So yes, other than that minor detail, he did good at first, kept his distance, made it seem like he didn’t want to talk to you, didn’t want to even look your way. He did feel bad about it for a while, and had to convince himself that pushing you away was for your benefit as well as his. If he backed off and showed no interest, maybe you would back off too and he wouldn't have to spend his time avoiding you.

No such luck.

If anything, the stoic persona he adapted for you only pulled you in. When he ignored one of your questions, you would ask two more. Every time you told him that you were going to do something, he would nod, giving you the smallest form of acknowledgement he could think of, but it never stopped you from doing it.

You were the kindest, gentlest person he had ever met. You stayed with him and Grogu, going with him to different parts of the galaxy to watch the kid while he brought in bounties. You never asked for anything, and you never asked to leave.

He remembers the first time he let himself show you affection. How could he not have? You probably saved his life. Again.

He had landed you on a frigid planet to track down a bounty, and that had been his first mistake. He knows his armor is enough for most conditions, but apparently not for temperatures below freezing for a long amount of time.

By the time he was hauling the crook he had hunted down with him back to the crest, he couldn’t feel his fingers or toes. Every part of him had ached, and he felt on the verge of passing out. Even through all this though, he hadn’t failed to spot the snowman out in the clearing that only could have been your doing. The top was shaped like a Mandalorian helmet instead of a ball, and he had smiled despite himself, and despite the way his lips cracked painfully as he did so.

He took the bounty into the crest, shoved him into a carbonite chamber, and that was the last thing he remembered before he lost consciousness. He had woken up to your worried face hovering over him, your fingers pressed to the pulse point on his throat.

He didn’t even have the energy to react, or maybe it was just that your presence put him at ease. Either way, he did nothing more than lay there and gasp, trying to suck in the air he had lost in his unconscious state.

His first thought was that it was warmer.

You had taken care of him, warmed him up. And you started rambling about how scared you were to lose him, and how you were worried that he would be mad because you turned the heat on even though he wanted to conserve energy.

He was too stunned by you to really pay attention to much else than the way your lips wrapped around each word as it spilled from your mouth. He wiped a tear as it fell from your cheek, and he could see the shift within you as he did so.

That was the first night he allowed himself to hold you. He blamed it then on being too physically and mentally exhausted to think properly. And in his defense, he doesn’t remember much else from then purely because of that fact. But he does remember the way he felt at home for the first time in much too long.

He was gentle that next morning when he woke up with you still atop him. He knew you were awake, but he played into your game anyway. He had this urge to give you whatever he could to make you smile. He wanted to thank you, to make sure you knew he could never really be mad at you for anything.

But then came the crash from the front of the ship. He knew immediately that it was pirates. All at once, he felt the softness he was showing toward you, and the vulnerability that came with it. And that scared the hell out of him.

He hopped up and instructed you to stay with Grogu in his bunk. You did, of course. You got yourself situated and he was just about to open the gangplank, when the crooks got to it first. Before he could think about what he was doing, he had whipped around and shot the control panel to the bunk, concealing you and the kid. He had almost the entire group down when he heard the bunk screech back open.

He took the last one out by smashing his head between his own helmet and the paneling of the Razor Crest. When he bolted back into the crest, he found you balled up, protecting the kid with your entire body, as a pirate reached for you.

He had the creature dead on the ground before he understood what happened. When he looked back up at you, there were tears in your pretty eyes. The sight made his stomach twist into a nasty knot. He had you in his arms, the child rested between you, within seconds.

He wanted to hold on to you forever, but he knew that wasn’t an option. He needed to get this mess cleaned up so you didn’t have to look at it. You shouldn’t have to look at ugly things. He helped you down from the bunk, watching that you could stand on your own feet without assistance.

He nudged the body at your feed to the side so you wouldn’t trip, and something fell out of the pirate’s pocket as he did so. His chest clenched as he recognized the item. A bounty puck. But what made his blood run cold was the sight of your face on it. He pulled his hand back from you in shock, and bent down, scooping up the crook, and the bounty puck, before you could see it.

A panic started to settle in his brain. Should he tell you? How many people were after you? How was he going to keep you safe?

He barely heard you telling him that you were putting the kid back down through the frantic thoughts running through his head. He remembers nodding, too stunned to do much more than that. It was his fault. He didn’t keep you safe. He put you in harm's way.

This was exactly why he shouldn't get close to you, or let you get close to him.

He’d busied himself with cleaning everything up and disposing of the bodies while you were in the fresher, and then went to let you know that he would be going out to find some fuel. Your tone was clipped with annoyance when you spoke back to him, and he felt a twinge of hurt despite himself.

He tried so hard not to let you have an effect on him, but you always did.

He’d stood outside the fresher door, debating what to say. Should he apologize? He wanted to. Badly. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. So he told you he would be back soon, and he left.

That was the same day he came home to find you with your hands shoved in your panties, moaning his name as you worked at your cunt, and he thought he was dreaming. Surely he had been ambushed and knocked out on his way to town.

There was just no way that a sweet, gentle thing like you could find him attractive in any sort of way. Especially with the way he acted toward you earlier. He was quiet and brooding, yet you must have sensed the humanity in him even through your frustration.

He had stood there shocked as he watched you get yourself closer and closer to the edge, trying to talk himself out of what he knew he wanted to do. And just as you were about to come, he made his presence known. Din is not a weak man, but he was in that moment.

He watched the horror and embarrassment on your face as you realized you had been caught just as you came on your hand. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, the flush of your face and the glow of your skin. He’s still surprised he didn’t come in his pants at the sight.

You’d let him have you that night. He still doesn’t understand why, but he’ll never fucking forget the way it felt. He was able to use his hands to bring you pleasure, and then you thanked him by doing the same for him with your gorgeous mouth. That same mouth that talked so sweetly to Grogu, that let little jokes slip, that distracted the kriff out of him on the daily.

Even after all that, you’d fallen asleep with him again. You’d passed out fairly quickly, but he’d stayed awake a little longer just to savor the feeling of your body in his arms. It gave him time to really think about what he’d just done. The things he just changed. It gave him enough time to realize how stupid he was for giving in.

Which is why, the next morning, he got up and left the bunk before you woke up. It wasn’t a few minutes later that he heard you trying to pry the broken bunk door back open, which had frozen itself shut. He waited a moment to see if you could get it up yourself, but eventually took pity on you and lifted it himself.

As badly as he wanted to, he’d said nothing to you. Just stepped to the side so that you could get down. It made his stomach ball up in a way that he’d never felt before, but he couldn’t break the promise he made to himself the night before. That he couldn’t let himself get close to you, that he needed to continue being cold, because that’s just who he is. Right?

You were determined up to that point, he’ll give you that, you’d never seemed to let him bother you before. So when he saw the look on your face when you came face to face with him and realized that he’d be continuing his facade, he could have sworn that he could hear his heart crack. It took everything in his power to not gather you into his arms and console you, tell you that you did nothing wrong, that everything was okay between you. He realized then that he had gone too far, that it wasn’t fair to keep switching up with you. But he couldn’t stop now.

He hated himself in that moment. Hated himself for being the one to make you feel pain when he wanted to be the one to protect you. But that was exactly the problem, he couldn't have you and keep you safe. If anyone ever found out that he had feelings for you, and hurt you to get to him, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

He’d walked away then, even though he wanted to stay. It was selfish and even in that moment he knew it was the wrong option, but he couldn’t stay. You found him up in the cockpit a little later, clearly upset. But instead of trying to help you, he informed you that he would have to go out in search for fuel again. It was hell pretending like nothing happened, but he genuinely thought it was for the best. He knows now that he was a damn fool.

As he crunched through the thick layers of snow a few hours later, he tried to rid you from his thoughts. He needed to focus on the task at hand and he knew he would have plenty of time to kick his own ass later. He needed to get off that planet within the day, because with the fob he found on the pirate by his bunk yesterday, there’s no way he could afford to keep you in one spot any longer than that. He had no doubt in his mind that he was the reason you’re in danger. He needed to get you back to Nevarro so he could fix the mess he’d stumbled upon. He didn’t want you to be stuck as a bounty for any longer than absolutely necessary.

Luckily, he was able to find fuel and was on his way back to the Crest before he knew it. He commed you to have you open the hatch once he was close, and you thankfully complied. As the ship came into view, so did the lump of snow that you’d built a snowman out of. He didn’t like the ache that made its way into his chest just then. He did his best to ignore it as he approached the ship.

He had found it odd that you had left one of the knots up on the ramp but he brushed it off as he stepped into the Crest. You had probably just forgotten, it was a little late, later than you usually stay up, so you were likely tired and probably went to bed after he hung up the call. After he closed the ramp he called your name anyway, and when you didn’t answer either time, he figured his assumption was right, and that you had fallen asleep. So when he found you awake and scrambling around in his bunk, he was confused to say the least.

You had looked panicked and had knocked right into him before he even had the chance to move out of your way. You hadn’t even given him a chance to ask what you had been doing before you started explaining yourself, well, trying to anyway. Something about Grogu’s ball and looking for hours. Din knew you were lying, he can usually tell when someone is lying, and you might just be the worst liar he had ever met.

Even if you had sounded even the tiniest bit convincing, he would have found out sooner than later because when he climbed up into the cockpit after finally refueling, the ball you had been talking about was right where it was supposed to be—screwed into a control on the dash. It felt like a twist in his gut to know that you don’t trust him enough to tell him the truth about what you were doing, but he didn’t want to push it any further, so he let it go. What really got to him, though, was the way you had almost looked scared of him when he found you.

It shocked him to the core, and he had stood there like an idiot, stuck in place with guilt. Sure, he had been a little cold to you, but he thought for sure that you knew he would never even think of hurting you. He can’t imagine ever wanting to lay a harmful finger on you, he would gladly sacrifice himself before he let that happen. You are so good. A genuinely kind person, and he is…not.

He has taken so many lives, put so many more on the line, and you have done nothing but spread kindness. He is nobody and he knows that he would worship at your altar should he ever get the chance. Never in his life had he met someone who had made him feel the way you do, made him think the things he does. He knows he should have said something, made sure you know the truth, but he didn’t know where to start. Would you have listened to him if he did? It doesn’t matter now, because—like an idiot—he’d just accepted the fact that he must have messed things up more than he initially thought.

He’d forced himself to shake it off before he took one more peek into the hull to make sure you were asleep so he could set the course for Nevarro. As soon as the Crest made its way out of the atmosphere, he locked the door to the cockpit and released the pressure on his helmet, taking it off and setting it down in the left of the two seats behind him.

His head immediately felt clearer. He hadn’t taken it off since before he last left the Crest, and though he has a built in purifier, he can’t help but feel like the air gets a little stale after so long with it on. After he took a few minutes to calm down and enjoy the fresh air, he looked down to the navigation system which told him it would take about three days to reach Nevarro. He remembers wishing it could be sooner, but he was willing to take what he could get. He knows that as soon as he’d land, his plan would consist of going right to Karga to demand he take you off of the bounty list. His main goal was just to keep you safe until he can make that happen, well aware that it was his fault that you were on there in the first place.

He figured it out pretty quick, the reason for your wanted status. Someone had seen you helping Din and the kid on your home planet, and had gotten into contact with the empire, offering your name for a reward. He knows that you didn’t do anything before he had picked you up, you’re too good, too pure to cause anyone any kind of harm. He may not have known you well, but he knew you well enough for that to be obvious. There's no way he would have left you alone with Grogu for even a second if he thought otherwise.

It definitely helped that you were so good with the kid, taking care of him as if he were your own. Watching you play with or feed Grogu did something to Din, as much as he hated to admit it. The first time he saw you caring for the child, the domestic sight awakened something in him that he had no idea even existed.

He recalled then watching you, settled in the doorway behind you as you played with the kid. Much to his chagrin, the picture had quickly morphed into you and Grogu surrounded by other small children. All of them were a mixture of you and him, some with his eyes, some with your hair. He’d imagined your belly full and round with his child and thought that you somehow looked even more beautiful.

He saw himself standing behind you, his bare hands on your shoulders, not a scrap of armor on as he watched you feed giggling children spoonfuls of broth. He had given your shoulders a small squeeze and you looked up, gazing lovingly into his naked eyes before he dipped down and slotted your lips together. He had snapped himself out of that fantasy almost as quick as he had thought it up, but that night, he masturbated to the thought of taking you to bed and fucking you full of his cum over and over until it took.

Din felt an unfamiliar lump in his throat as he had forced himself yet again to stop thinking about you. He only left his helmet off long enough to scarf down a ration pack before putting it back on and making sure the ship is on autopilot. When he stood up, planning to make a much needed trip to the ‘fresher, he felt a weight settle in his gut. It was heavy and it felt a whole lot like guilt. He still couldn’t seem to get past the hurt and hint of fear in your eyes when you looked up at him after he caught you in his bunk.

It’d only been an hour and it was already haunting him. He wasn’t able to take it. He’d stalked back down the ladder with intentions of apologizing. He’d needed to tell you the truth. Maybe then you would’ve been able to trust him again.

When he spotted you, you were asleep in your cot, and his shoulders sagged a bit. He walked your way anyway, just to check if you are really asleep. He didn’t want to wake you if you were. Halfway to you, he saw you flip over as if he had startled you. He’d stopped in place and watched as you sat up and quickly looked him up and down. When your eyes fell back to his helm, he forgot how to speak.

You looked like you hadn’t slept at all, and your eyes were red and puffy like you had been crying. He felt his heart squeeze at the distraught look in your eyes. His first reaction is to sweep in and take you into his arms, to hold you and wipe your tears from your cheeks. He wanted so badly to comfort you and tell you that everything would be okay, that he would make it okay, but when he took another step in your direction, you flinched away.

Din won’t ever forget how his heart dropped to his stomach, knowing you really were scared of him. The reality of it hit him like a ton of bricks. You didn’t want him. He didn’t understand, you seemed so interested before he had left to find more fuel. He knew that it had deterred you when he left you in his cot alone the morning after you gave into each other, but he didn’t do anything that might have changed your mind in that sense. Unless maybe he had been too rough... Had he hurt you in some way?

He wanted to say something, but he, again, didn’t know what. Would you even have wanted him to say anything? He should’ve at least asked you if he had done something wrong—other than the obvious which he knew he should apologize for—but the words become stuck in his throat. He only stood there for another minute before he decided to leave you alone. Maybe you just needed some time? Not likely. He fucked up, he ruined it all, and he deserved whatever you wished of him in that moment. He had settled on nodding in your direction and had headed for the fresher, ignoring the pain spreading internally.

He didn’t talk to you again until three days later when he landed on Nevarro. He was a mess at that point—sleep deprived, depressed, dehydrated, and hungry. You were already hitting him hard and he’d still had you at that point. He hadn’t failed to notice, however, that you almost looked worse than he felt. Like you hadn’t slept at all.

You had started to get jumpy around him, easily frightened at every little sound or jolt of the ship. You avoided him more than ever and “slept” more than ever. It seemed like you wanted off of the Crest, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to have your freedom with a bounty on your head. He needed to get to Karga and fast.

He had a plan to get back to you and come clean about everything, and then after, if you still wanted to leave, he would let you. Just the thought about killed him, but he would rather you be happy and content somewhere else in the galaxy than miserable with him.

So he gathered his pucks, made sure you would stay on the Crest, and set off to meet Karga. He met him in the usual cantina and took a seat after handing Grogu off to the man across from him. He was able to get to the point fairly quickly, successfully avoiding the usual small talk by presenting your puck.

He wasted no time in explaining the situation, though he obviously kept out the more…intimate details. It took some convincing for him to get Karga to believe that you were really innocent, but he eventually gave in. He knew better than to think Mando would lie to him.

The deal was that he would go back to the ship to grab you, and then he would bring you back to “turn you in”. Once he did that, he would refuse the money he would have gotten from your price, and Karga would be able to erase your record from the registry. It seemed like it would work.

Well, it seemed like it would have worked if you had been there to retrieve, at least. It wasn’t until he got back to an empty ship that he realized he was a blinded idiot. The panic that he had felt in that moment was immeasurable. He thought for sure that you had been taken, but after reviewing some camera footage from outside the Crest, it was easy to rule that out.

You’d been able to evade him for weeks—which he honestly wasn’t too surprised about. You were fucking smart, after all.

But he never could have thought he would be in the situation he’s in now. Your life is in immediate danger, and there’s nothing he can do about it. He now watches helplessly as the large chunk of ship in front of you pummels your way. He doesn’t even think about it before he’s moving your way.

He catches a glimpse of your body, unconscious and floating due to the broken air seal around your ship. You’re beat up and your clothes are almost rags. He feels an unfamiliar wetness run down his cheek just as he reaches you. There’s probably only a few seconds before the fuel tank ruptures in the spice runner’s ship and you’re both dead. That is, if the debris doesn’t reach you first.

His ship is pretty banged up, and even as he uses it to block your ship from danger, he knows it won’t survive the impact. He’s right, of course, he realizes as soon as the ships collide. He’s knocked from his seat as the front of his ship is absolutely demolished. He’s at a loss as for what to do, but he doesn’t regret trying to save you for just a few more seconds.

Everything is so bright and loud. The explosions coming from all three crafts, the alarms blaring from detected damage and breach. Din feels a crushing amount of fear and weakness, which is something he never thought he would experience in his adult years. It feels like he’s that little boy again, hiding alone and helpless in a cellar as his parents are killed above him. He wants nothing more than to give up, but he can’t. Even if he wanted to, he can’t.

Just then, he spots an opening in the side of your craft, and he knows what he has to do. With all of this strength, he opens his gangplank, jumps from his ship, and propels toward the makeshift entrance of yours, determined to get to you before the lack of air in space takes you from him forever.

He works quickly, though with shaky hands. One second to send a distress signal to Nevarro, another to release the seal on his helmet, then one more to finally grab you and pull you to him.

Whatever happens, you’re making it out of this.

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Light it up

Based on the song Light it up - by Luke Bryan

Dbf Joel x Fem reader

Joel Miller x reader 18+ only !!

Summary - No outbreak AU!! I’ve read so many dad’s best friend Joel fics where he ends things, either permanently or temporarily. But what if the reader freaks out, worrying about her dad, worrying about never being able to openly love him and ends it. So this idea came to mind about Joel regretting saying something that leads to her ending things, then sitting by his phone, frantically pulling it out everytime it buzzes. Praying it’s her, telling him she misses him back, he basically becomes a mess.

Warnings! - no use of Y/N in this one, Angst with a happy ending, Joel being shit with feelings, reader also being terrible with feelings, sadness, breakups, hurt, eventual comfort, love confessions, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, smut with feelings, illusions to smut, reader described as female, huge age gap, sneaking around, readers 25 Joel is 45, jealousy, readers dads a softie, my terrible writing, Reader is a mechanic but she’s still feminine. The end is kinda sappy I’m sorry!

Word count - 5.5K (another long one sorry!)

Based on the song by Luke Bryan-

Light it up.

“I get so neurotic about it baby

‘Cause I know you’re reading your phone

I can’t help from going crazy

Thinking that you might not be all alone

I wake up, I check it, I shower and I check it

I feel the buzz in my truck

And I almost wreck it

I always got it on me

Just in case you want me

So, if you’re looking for my love

Then light it up”

It was a Friday night, you’re comfortably cuddled up in Joel’s arms, his hand mindlessly tracing patterns up and down your arm. You’re both sweaty, naked and catching your breath after an evening of amazing sex. Joel presses a soft kiss to your forehead, and you close your eyes humming in content.

“Any plans this weekend? Other than being in this bed with me?” Joel asks smirking, breaking the comfortably silence. “Yeah I have a night out with the girls tomorrow, it’s Maddie’s twenty fifth birthday. So we are going to that new club to celebrate” you reply. Joel noticeably stiffens, catching your attention, you turn your chin to look up at him, “You okay?” You ask.

“Yeah I just worry when you’re out drinking, it’s not always safe, drinks get spiked and guys get handsy all the while you’re too drunk to handle yourself” he affirms. You frown, crease lines visible to him and he sighs sitting up. “I’m not saying I don’t trust you darlin’ I just know how things can get” he continues.

“Ok well come with me then, Maddie’s boyfriend is coming, and Kelly’s fiancé, so you wouldn’t be the only guy” you answered.

“You know I can’t sweetheart, we can’t be seen out together like that, people will talk and it will get back to your dad, this only works because it’s private between us” Joel replies regretting it the second he says it, because your face is already twisting, frown becoming deeper.

Then all of a sudden you get up and start searching for your clothes, pulling them on quickly, “Darlin’ hey don’t go, I didn’t mean it like that, I don’t want you to leave” he begs, walking over and trying to wrap his arms around you, pushing him back gently he looks at you like a scolded puppy, “No Joel you’re right, we can’t be seen together, we can’t act like a couple! Hell we aren’t even a real couple are we?” You snapped. “Now I never said that darlin’ look calm down, we can talk this through” Joel begged.

“It’s true though Joel, we should have never started this, I feel like the worst person every time I leave the house, sprouting some lie to my dad, he doesn’t deserve that, he doesn’t deserve this! Us sneaking about, he’s been your best friend for over a decade Joel! And I’m 20 years younger than you! What were we thinking? I don’t know what we were thinking” you go off on this tangent and Joel’s heart is breaking, he can almost feel it shatter, pain radiating through his chest. He clutches it with one hand, in an absolute panic his other still reaching for you.

“Come on sweetheart you don’t mean that, we will figure something out, just don’t go” Joel pleads. “I can’t I need to go I need to sort my head out, this” you motion between you both, “This shouldn’t have happened” you whisper, tears now escaping your eyes. “Baby please” Joel attempts to convince you one last time, before you grab your bag running down the stairs and out the front door.

Racing down the street as fast as you can to where you stashed your car, you jump in starting it quickly, throwing it into drive and racing out of the street. All the while Joel’s dropped to his bedroom floor, sobs wrecking through his body, ‘what has he done’ he thinks to himself, he loves you he realises right then, he’s in love with you and he never got to tell you.

Your not much better you walk into your house tears streaming down your face, the front door opening startles your dad. When he notices your state he approaches you carefully “What’s wrong Princess?” He asks. “Had a fight with a friend I just need some sleep” you state, wanting nothing more than to curl up under your covers, and let out all these emotions. “Alright kiddo, I’m here if you need anything” he replies voice sounding concerned. You nod bounding up the stairs and closing your door, you strip off into something more comfortable, your clothes smell of Joel and you can’t stand that right now, before falling into bed.

You dads stood at the bottom of the stairs still concerned and confused, he could hear your soft sobs from down here. You weren’t this upset the time you fell out with Maddie, this wasn’t some argument with a friend, It felt deeper than that. There has been something you’ve been keeping from him for a while now, sneaking out, small lies. But you’d seemed happier than he’s seen you in a long time, and so he left it be, now though he wasn’t too sure he’d made the right call.

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Joel hadn’t slept a wink, 6am and he was still churned up, eyes swollen from hours of crying. Rolling over he checks his phone ‘nothing’ no messages no missed calls. He sends you a text “Hey darlin, please call me we can fix this xx”

Then he pulls himself up with a groan heading for a shower, Sarah will be over in a couple of hours for her weekly breakfast daddy/ daughter date. Even now she’s in college in the city, she still comes home every Saturday morning for breakfast. It’s always a rush to get you up and out of his bed before she arrives, frantic kisses and giggles as he gets you out the door. It’s all “I’ll see you later baby” “Have a good day at work” “I’ll miss ya, but you have to go before she gets here”. Right now he wouldn’t care if she found you in his bed, that would be better than this.

Sighing he gets under the hot stream of water, washing his body off and hoping it washes away the puffy eyes and dark marks left from no sleep. Once he’s ready for the day he checks his phone again, still nothing he opens up his messages to you, and you’ve read his message this morning, but not responded. He feels his chest constrict, you’ve ignored him, is this really over? It can’t be he won’t let it be. So he messages you again “I miss you, please message me back xx”

He makes his way downstairs preparing breakfast for Sarah, mixing pancake batter in a bowl and cutting fresh fruit. He hopes seeing Sarah will take his mind off things for a little while.

The next street over you were getting ready for work, running late after sleeping in. It had taken you hours to fall asleep, eventually exhaustion had taken over and you’d dozed off. You checked your phone when you woke up reading Joel’s message, you needed to be strong though, you reminded yourself why you’re doing this. The reasoning behind the break up, this wasn’t fair on anyone, it couldn’t be fixed, so you ignored him. Turned off your phone and got ready for work, you have an early finish ready for your girls night out, you needed this night out.

Jumping in your car you shove your phone in the glove box, you’d worry about everything later, right now you needed to clear your mind. You arrive at work in record time leaving you two minutes to spare, your boss ‘Trev’ walks over wiping the grease off his hands, “Cutting it fine today kiddo” he playfully scalds, “Yeah sorry Trev, I had a bad night sleep, slept through my alarm” you apologise. He takes a step closer evaluating your face, your eyes were slightly puffy, voice slightly hoarse “You ok kid? You know we’re a family here? You can talk to me” he asks “Yeah I’m fine honest” you give a tight lipped smile.

“Ok well you’ve got two service's today and an exhaust change. Then your free to go party with your girls” he laughs doing a little jig as he talks. You huff a laugh, he’s a good guy Trev, 56 years old and known your dad his whole life, after you finished auto mechanics in collage, he’d given you an apprenticeship at his shop. Helping you become the mechanic you are today, it had always been what you’d wanted to do, hoping one day you’ll open your own restoration shop. But Trev was a good friend of your dads and he was glad to have you, his wife Hanna ran the reception and the books. Together they had taken you under their wing, and you were very grateful to them. Their son Calvin also worked as a mechanic at the shop, he was a few years older than you, but you’d known him in school. He was a nice guy too, the whole family were good people.

“You got it Trev, I’ll make a start then” you reply, making your way into the shop. You got through your work quickly, finishing by 3pm. Once home you showered scrubbing off the muck and grease from the day, before starting to get ready for your night out. Choosing a black dress which hit just above the knees, nude tights and a pair of small heeled black irregular choice shoes, they were your favourite, little cut out hearts and red roses up the sides.

The gave yourself some smokey eyes, red lips and curled your hair into soft waves. Spraying a large amount of your perfume on you gave yourself a once over, I don’t look half bad you thought all things considering. Checking your alarm clock it was 6pm maddie would be by any moment, her boyfriend driving so you girls can drink. You grab your clutch bag and head downstairs. “You look nice Princess, you looking forward to your night out?” Your dad asks.

“Yes! Lord knows I need it dad, it’s been quite the week” you admit. A horn beeps outside “That’s my ride dad, don’t wait up ok?” “Alright be safe kiddo” he calls out as you walk out the door.

You throw yourself at Maddie squeezing her in a huge hug, “Happy birthday babe” you laughed. “Thanks! You excited?” She replies. “Yeah it should be good! I need a good drink that’s for sure!” You stressed. “Oh no! Tell me everything!” Maddie urged. “I will don’t worry” you reply. Checking your clutch you realise you’ve left your phone in your glove box, where it’s been sat all day. “Oh shit! I’ve left my phone in my car! One second” you gasp running to your car quickly fishing out your phone, and shoving it in your bag. Jogging back you leap into Maddie and Shane’s car, you were so ready for this night!

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Meanwhile Joel was going out of his mind, he’d sent you four messages today. One you’d read the other three you hadn’t even opened. He stared at his phone, your conversation stream up ….

“Hey darlin, please call me we can fix this xx” ~ read

“I miss you, please message me back xx” ~Delivered

“It’s 2pm sweetheart and I haven’t heard from you, can you just let me know your ok? Please darlin xx” ~Delivered

“Have a nice time out tonight darlin, maybe we can talk tomorrow? I can come get you, take you out for lunch?xx” ~Delivered

Why haven’t you read them, let alone reply, it was driving him crazy. Maybe he just needed to give you some space until tomorrow, hopefully by then you’d calmed down, and you could talk about this. He sits down on the sofa placing his head in his hands, this was killing him. He needed to tell you how he feels, tell you he loves you and you two can work through this. ‘What a mess’ he groans.

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You were already on your third drink, knocking them back like they were water. “Woah girl! Slow down, we have all night. Come on tell me what’s happened?” Maddie asks her voice raising a few octaves over the loud music. “Come on Mads it’s your big night, let’s not talk about this today, what did Shane get you for your birthday?” You ask trying to change the topic. “No no don’t change the subject on me babe, I’m your best friend that won’t work, spill!” She demands. “Joel and I broke up” you muttered, you tried to sound unbothered but deep down you knew you were bottling it up, pushing it down, trying to not deal with it. Maddie gasps “What! My god, I really thought you two would make it” she admits. “Yeah well reality of the situation hit, and I realised it couldn’t work, we are lying to my dad. I mean Joel’s his best friend Mads, this whole thing was wrong” you explain. Maddie was the only person you’d told about Joel, you knew you could trust her to keep it to herself, and you needed someone to tell. You needed someone to know so Joel didn’t feel like a dirty little secret.

“I just can’t believe it, you’ve been together over six months at this point hunni, I thought you’d tell your dad and be settled down within the next year” Maddie claimed. “Really!” You gasp ‘tell your dad?? Is her head screwed on’ you think.

“Well yeah you clearly love him, and your dad is a good guy, I think he’d grow to respect your choice. He knows Joel’s a great guy” Maggie shrugs. Your left astounded, you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out, ‘Love him?’ Do you love him? Yeah you do, but this can’t happen any longer, your dad wouldn’t just be ok with this. Joel has been in your life since you were 14, he’d watched you with Sarah when your dad had to run into work. His own daughter was only five years younger than you!

“I need another drink, you want another?” You ask Maddie. She gives an exasperated sigh “No I’m good” she replies holding up her half full drink, you nod and make your way over to the bar.

Whilst waiting at the bar a guy scoots in next to you, sparing glances in your direction. “Can I buy you that drink?” He asks, you look up at him and he’s not bad looking, dark blonde hair and blue eyes. But you find fault in the fact it’s not the big brown puppy dog eyes your used too, he doesn’t have all that patchy scruff you like to run your rands through, in short he’s not Joel. “No thanks” you reply, looking forward again, “Suit yourself” the guy says before walking off, you find yourself relieved he does, he doesn’t push it and your grateful of that. Walking back to your table drink in hand Kelly pulls you along to the dance floor “Come on dance with me!!” She pleads “Ok ok” you laugh, finally letting loose and having some fun.

Joel startles awake from a knock at the front door, when had he fallen asleep? He checks his phone again ‘no notifications’ he exhales 9:30pm, who would be at his door this late. Getting up he opens the door to find your dad standing on his porch “Hey Ray, what you doing here at this time?” Joel mumbles, voice laced with sleep. “Sorry Joel, did I wake you? My kitchen extraction fan is making an awful noise, I can’t sleep with it squeaking like that, and my screwdriver head is too big, I thought you may have one that fits?” You dad explains. “Yeah I’ll grab my tool box, n’ I’ll come over and fix it I ain’t got nothin else to do” Joel replies.

Back at your house Joel has the extraction fan in bits, as your dad hands him a beer, “Thanks for this man, you didn’t have to come though I could have fixed it” you dad mused. Joel raises his eyebrows giving your dad the ‘really’ look. “Yeah yeah alright, maybe not” he laughs. “How’s Sarah doing at college?” “Yeah good, she came for breakfast this morning, she’s excited about a project she has coming up. It’s good to see her so passionate.” Joel gushed, he always lights up when talking about his daughter, Sarah is his world. “She’s all grown up, you must be super proud of her man” you dad replies sipping on his beer. “Yeah I still have a hard time accepting that she’s 20 now, grown up, moved out and living on her own two feet!” Joel replies.

“Well maybe it’s time you move on with your life huh, maybe start dating? There’s some nice single women in our neighbourhood.” You dad asks, genuinely looking out for his friend. “Not interested, trust me I have enough goin’ on in my life, Tommy is still a full time job on his own, and the companies busy, lots of contracts comin’ in and I have Sarah.” Joel admits “Plus maybe you should take your own advice and find someone, your not getting any younger” Joel’s jests laughing at your dads unimpressed face. “Hey your only six years younger than me! If I’m old your old too!” Your dad smirks. Joel then holds his hands up in mock surrender, before placing the cover back onto the extractor fan. “There all fixed, no more squeaking” Joel confirms. “Thanks man, I owe you one”.

On the way home Joel’s phone buzzes in his pocket, he almost wrecks his truck swerving to the side while frantically trying to get the device out of his pants. Only to be bitterly disappointed, it was from Tommy.

“Hey big bro, I need to call in tomorrow and grab a pair of your hiking boots, I have a date! :)”

“Jesus” Joel groans, he’s loosing it big time.

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You wake up late morning a little hungover but not feeling too bad, nothing got too crazy last night and after drink number 4 Maddie cut you off. She claimed it was her birthday and she wanted everyone conscious to enjoy the dancing. It was the right move, as your emotions were too all over the place and you may have done something stupid.

You turn on your phone for the first time in 24 hours, when suddenly all the notifications start pinging through. Four messages from Joel, you open the chat up and read the first few. Tears well up in your eyes, you miss him too so much, this is the longest you’d gone without talking to him in six months.

Your pulled away from the messages by a loud banging at your door, you pad your way down the stairs opening the door, confused as it was Calvin “Thank god your your in! I’ve messed up big time, the Chevy truck we had in is being picked up first thing tomorrow and I’ve cut through the cam belt, which has lead to the water pump breaking and I can’t get it done by myself! And I can’t tell dad he will kill me. He told me to be careful like 8 times and I brushed him off” Calvin babbles out so fast you struggled to keep up.

“Woah ok ok, come in” you close the door behind him. “Give me five minutes to get decent and I’ll come help, the kitchen is through there” you point “Make us coffee we are gonna need it” you reply. You quickly throw some scruffy clothes on that you usually decorate or dye your hair in, as your work overalls are in the wash. Then bound down the stairs, Calvin is ready with two cups of coffee in your reusable take out mugs. “Perfect, come on let go fix this” you propose. “Thank you so much for this! I owe you big time!” Calvin replies. “It’s no bother I didn’t have anything else planned for today” you write your dad a quick note explaining what has happened and where you’ll be, before walking out your door and locking up. “We can go in my car I’ll drop you back after?” Calvin asks. “Sure” you reply.

Little did you know Joel was watching from afar, his heart breaking all over again. Thinking the guy had stayed over after your night out, he couldn’t believe it, how could you move on so fast? Here he was completely in love with you, and you were already sleeping with another guy. He checks his phone again, still no messages from you, but you’d read all his still ignoring him. This was it he’d lost you, all because he couldn’t just man up and tell the people who cared about you both that you were together.

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You had helped Calvin fix the car in record time, you serviced it too, making sure it was good to go tomorrow. “Please be careful from now on Cal, I don’t like to hide things from your dad, he’s been good to me.” You explain. “No I’ll tell him, now it’s fixed and he won’t panic, he will be calmer. I won’t hide it from him.” He responds. “Thank you Cal, I appreciate that”. Checking your phone it was 5pm, you had no new messages from Joel, but you read his last one, he was going to come get you for lunch? You weren’t even there, we must be worried sick by now, you haven’t replied once. The weekend has just kinda swept away from you. “Hey Cal can you drop me off at another address please? I need to pop in on a friend” you ask. “Yeah of course” Calvin replies.

Pulling up outside Joel’s you thank Calvin before exiting his car and waving him off, taking a deep breath you knock on the door. After a few moments you hear footsteps approaching, the door opens and a very tired looking Joel is standing there, gosh he looks awful, puffy eyes, dark bags under his eyes and his curls messy, sticking up in every direction. “Hi Joel” you speak, but it comes out as more of a sob. Your eyes start leaking, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so sad, and it’s your fault. “Hey, shouldn’t you be with your new boyfriend? Or was it a one night thing” he sneers. “Joel what are you talking about?” You ask genuinely confused as to why he thinks this.

“Don’t lie to me!” he snaps, voice raised.

You recoil slightly, he had never shouted at you before, he’s obviously upset and you don’t understand at all.

“Joel I really don’t know what your going on about.” You reply bottom lip quivering, all you want to do is hold him right now.

“I saw you today, about 11:30am, leaving your house with some guy, coffee in your hands so he obviously stayed over, I’m guessing you really did have fun last night huh” he scoffed.

You visibly relax, realising his mistake. He’d seen Calvin this morning. “Ok Joel I need you to listen to me, I have not slept with anyone else. That guy this morning was Calvin as in my bosses son Calvin” you explain, Joel frowns now he’s the confused one.

“He came over just 10 minutes before we left, he’d fucked up with a truck at work, managed to slice the cambelt and break the water pump, the owner is coming for it first thing tomorrow and he was panicking asking for my help. I told him to make coffee while I went and changed, I couldn’t wear my overalls as they are in the wash ready for Tuesday. Look at my top Joel I'm covered in motor oil, I was just helping a friend.” He examines you seeing you are right, you’re covered in oil and grease, black stains all over your sweats and T-shirt. Even a smear down your left cheek, he cups it trying to gently rub the mark away. You lean into his touch “I’ve missed you” he whispers “I’ve missed you too Joel, so much” he forces you into his arms then, and closes his front door. Cupping your face he pulls you in for a deep kiss conveying all his feelings into it, only breaking apart when the need for oxygen becomes too much.

“I love you sweetheart” Joel confesses, your eyes snap to his in shock, but all you see is complete sincerity. “I love you too” you whisper, a large grin appears on his face and his lips meet yours once more, this time it’s more passionate, tongue meeting yours it’s hungry and all consuming. His hand grabs your hip, pulling you flush against him before sliding down to grab your thighs “jump” he instructs, and you do. Joel carries you up to his bedroom, lips never leaving yours until he throws you onto his bed.

“Joel my clothes are filthy!” You whine.

“You won’t be in them long” he teased.

He pulls you to the end of the bed by your legs, then proceeds to pull your sweatpants and underwear off in one swoop. You sit up and pull your T-shirt over your head and impatiently pull at his, signalling for him to do the same. Joel smirks at you “Someone’s eager” he laughs “I’ve missed you” you state, he notices the sad look that briefly crosses your face. “Hey baby girl look at me, I’m here, I’m not going nowhere. We are in this together now, and I’m not giving you up, Not ever” Joel conveyed.

Relief floods your body and you pull him down on top of you, mouth finding his again. Using your feet you push his sweatpants down and off, lifting your hips you grind against him, smearing your wetness against his hard cock. “Need you Joel” you whimper, “Ok darlin” he begins kissing you down your jaw gently sucking on your pulse point. One of his hands moves down your stomach to your folds, gathering your slick and rubbing your clit, you throw your head back letting out a loud moan. It felt so good to finally have him back like this but you needed more, “Joel I need you inside me now please” you whine “Ok I got you” he breathed, removing his hand from you he takes himself and lines up with your entrance, before pushing in lips finding yours once more.

Giving you a minute to adjust he takes your hand lacing his fingers with yours, resting them beside your head, you give your hips a roll signalling for him to move. Joel starts thrusting slow and deep “Fuck you feel so good baby girl” he groans, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake. He Takes in your scent, how soft your skin feels and ingrains it into his memory. He never wants to miss this again, never wants to be apart from you again. He brings his brown eyes to meet yours, they are so full of love and devotion, sweat starts beading on his forehead and his hips begin to pick up speed. “Tell me again sweetheart please” he begs, and you know exactly what he needs to hear “I love you Joel, fuck I love you soo much” you confess, “Shit I love you baby” he moans.

“I’m so close” you whine, Joel brings his thumb to your clit and starts rubbing tight circles, “Let go for me darlin’, fuck come for me baby I’m right behind you” Joel groans. Your pussy clenches the familiar feeling coursing through you, blinding hot pleasure as you come. You arch your back, throwing your head back as you chant his name over and over, “Shit” he whimpers stilling above you, cock pulsing as he empties himself deep inside you.

He rests his forehead against yours while you both come down from your highs. Stroking your hair away from your sweaty forehead, you whimper when he pulls out, already missing the contact “I know baby I know, let’s get you cleaned up yeah?”, you nod half dazed.

Later, while snuggled up in bed together Joel shifts his weight onto his side facing you. “We need to tell him sweetheart, your dad, we need to tell him, and damn the consequences” he sighed, running his thumb gently down the swell of your cheek.

“Yeah I know, I’ve been thinking that too, tomorrow?” You ask. “Yeah ok baby girl, tomorrow it is” Joel kissed the crown of your head pulling you into his chest, ‘I damn hope this goes ok’ he ponders, but he can’t imagine that it will.

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Your currently sat outside your house in the passenger seat of Joel’s truck, your nerves are shot, leg bouncing up and down. Joel bless him is watching you not knowing what to say, taking your hand off your bouncing knee he places a kiss to the palm. “We have to go in at some point darlin’, we’ve been sat here fifteen minutes. He is going to notice my truck soon” Joel reasoned.

“Yeah yeah, I know I just can’t bring myself to move” you begin biting your nails now, Joel pulls your hand away from the assault with a sigh, before opening his door and leaving the truck. Ten seconds later your door opens “Come on baby let’s go” he motions, generally coaxing you out of the truck. “Fine but if he throws me out, I’ll have nowhere to go but yours Joel, you’ll be stuck with me forever” you quip, “Sweetheart I’d love nothing more” he confesses. “Your gaze hastily finds his “Really?” You breathe, “Really, come on” he pulls you to the front door and pushes it open.

Your dad looks up from the paper he was reading “Hey kiddo, how did the disaster at the shop go? You fix the truck in time?” He trails off before noticing Joel “Joel? Hey what are you doin’ here buddy? Did I forget something? We have plans?” Your dad asks confused. “Hey Ray, no you didn’t forget anything, we actually have something we need to tell you” Joel relays his voice careful. Your dad frowns, clearly noticing some tension here and Joel’s nervous tone.

“Dad, Joel and I are dating, it’s been just over six months. And and” you stammer “It’s something we couldn’t keep from you anymore” you continue, watching your dads face waiting for some reaction. He turns to Joel “You’re dating my daughter?” He asks his voice assertive, he sounded pissed and your heart starts pounding. “Yeah I am” Joel confirms “But this isn’t us just messing around, I’m in love with her Ray, I love your daughter very much, and I can only imagine how much you want to hit me right now, but I can promise you I will always treat her right, however I can not, will not stay away from her Ray I just can’t. She’s become everything to me and I can’t live without her now” Joel expressed.

Finally your dad looks at you,

“You’re happy?” He asks “Yeah dad, Joel makes me very happy, and it’s true I love him too” you reply.

“Ok” he sighs

“Ok!??” You and Joel both repeat at the same time, absolutely astounded.

“Well your both adults, I can’t exactly stop you, and I don’t want to loose my daughter. I can’t say I understand this, but I know your a good man Joel, I know if you say you love my daughter your being honest. But if you ever hurt her, I will shoot you”

“Understood” Joel responds

“Ok then, well as we all have the afternoon off I suggest we order some takeout and watch the game, Joel grab some beers from the garage will ya” your dad asks. “Sure” Joel agrees, disappearing down the hall.

Your dad then pulls you into a hug, taking you by surprise. He wraps his arms around you securely “Your definitely happy yeah?” “Yeah dad I’m very happy” you reply hugging him just that bit tighter “Good” he nods.

Yeah you think to yourself, everything’s going to be ok.

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legendofmorons · 10 months

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Summer nights (legend)

Rating: G

Summary: You and Legend spend a night together at a festival and get to relax.

Warnings: none

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know

This is the 1st place prize of my 100 follower raffle for @andichrist35 I apologize for how late this is.

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Legend isn't really too sure what you're going to think of tonight- but he's just hoping you like it.

He can feel the tight and fluttering feelings that are settled firmly inside his ribcage. He is familiar with it- and he still hates it.

He doesn't know if he should actually be this nervous. It's a night off from fights and traveling. You're probably going to be thrilled!

The festival is still just barely starting, the sun hanging heavy in the sky as it slowly sets. The strung up jars with fireflies for the night are becoming more useful.

People running the stalls or entertainment rush around in haphazardly attempts to finish a last minute detail.

He's dressed in his good tunic, and he's even left his hat at camp. Just this once, you know?

He just wants to give you a nice night out. You certainly deserve it!

He just wishes he'd been able to get Time in on it and not Wild. The cook may have a good heart but the penchant for attracting trouble is a real issue sometimes.

But it's fine. Legend is sure it's all fine.

After all, you are more than capable of handling yourself.

And Legend has only been waiting here for two whole minutes. He's definitely over thinking this.

You're going to love it, he just knows.

He misses his hat.

"You're overthinking." His Zelda -Fabel- says from behind him.

"When am I not?"

"When you sleep."

"Haha."

"(Y/N) is going to love it. You are even all dressed up. What is there to even worry about?"

Legend looks to her, finding some relief in the familiar face of the princess. Though the smug look he finds doesn't do any more good for his nerves.

"You're not seeing it the way I do."

You're still not here, which is okay. It's still early, but the crowd is thickening at an exponential rate as the dusk settles around the town.

"No. You're shorter than me, shall I bend down?" She asks, and the look on her face says more than her tone or words.

She's enjoying this. The jerk!

"Zelda." Legend frowns at the young woman.

"What? It was a suggestion!"

"You know it wasn't."

"Legend?" Your voice calls over the chatter of those milling around.

Legend's head snaps around so fast he should have whiplash but somehow he doesn't.

Fabel laughs at the action, shaking her head at him. Entirely too happy to see Legend be so genuinely happy.

But also knowing she's going to give him so much shit for this. Like a good friend would.

"Legend?" You call again, closer this time by the sound of it.

"(Y/n)!" Legend calls back, clambering up on top of the base of one of the street lamps.

The vantage point allows him to spot you quickly. The figure you cut in your outfit is enough to make him wonder about the health of his heart.

Is he still breathing?

Just seconds after he spots you- your eyes land on him. The way your face lights up is quick, smitten, and melts his heart on sight.

"Link!" You call happily, rushing through the crowd and towards him.

You weave through, apologizing without care as you accidentally bump into those who don’t have the sense to get out of your way.

Legend climbs back down and feels the dopey smile take over his face. He absolutely adores it when you call his real name.

It feels right. In a sappy, domestic way.

You fling your arms around his shoulders happily, almost knocking both of you to the ground.

Your hold is strong and warm and perfect. He's not sure he'll ever truly get used to it. He's not sure it matters if he does or not.

As long as you keep doing this.

"Hey, babe." He greets with a soft smile as he steadies you.

"You look very nice."

Legend flushes pink. He might as well be trying to imitate a strawberry at this point.

"Ha, uh- thanks, Babe."

You just laugh, pleased as you can be to find yourself here with him.

"You do look nice though. I meant it."

"Thank you… You look good too, y’know?"

"Thanks, Ledge."

"So, did you want to eat first?"

"That sounds great actually." You say, turning to look around the large town square in hopes of finding whatever it is that smells so good.

"You'll like Luigi's stall then, come on."

Legend leads you gently, his hand in yours as you two walk. The crowd is thick and loud but no one causes any real problems for you.

Street lamps cast the majority of the light, the oil lamps in the glass enclosures warm and bright.

There's a large stone fountain in the middle of the square. It has a large statue of the era's Zelda standing back to back with Legend. It appears to be a life sized sculpture, water falling from the harp the princess holds and from the stone sword Legend holds.

The fountain seems to be some sort of last stand piece, but it's beautiful. And you're always happy to see Legend getting the recognition he and all the boys deserve.

"Is something wrong?" You ask as you follow Legend around the fountain in the middle of the area.

"No. Just- I don't dress like this often. I'm usually traveling or something. "

"You miss your hat. Don't you?"

He shouldn't be surprised you catch on so fast. You've always been good at reading him and you've always been smart.

"It's stupid I just wear it so often it feels weird-"

"Link." You say as you fish his cap from the place you've stashed it. Whether in your pocket or your bag.

Legend turns his head to look at you.

"Oh-" he manages as his eyes land on the Cap. "How did you get that?"

"Bribed the Sailor to help me." You say with a grin, "I had a feeling you'd want it back."

Legend stops walking, turning to face you fully. He takes the cap gently, "Thank you. You -... you always seem to know what to do."

"You're sweet." You say in response, "Always flattering me."

Legend puts his hat on, and you can see the way he relaxes. The familiar weight of the fabric seems to put him completely at ease.

"I flatter you cause you deserve it, (Y/n)."

You flush this time. Your own face warms up enough you might be able to fry eggs on it if you tried.

"You're unusually sappy tonight. Is there something I don't know about?" You ask, half genuinely curious and half trying to downplay your own smitten behavior.

Well, at least Time and Twilight aren't here to comment about the way you and Legend make cow eyes at each other. That phrase seems to be a solely farm boy thing in this group at least. And you are happy to escape it.

And you are even happier to escape the comments of Wind. The boy means well but he makes things awkward sometimes when he tries to tease people about love.

"Mh, maybe." Legend says, "Why? Do you want a surprise or something?"

"Maybe I do. Who doesn't like a nice surprise from time to time?"

"Food first, then we'll see about a surprise."

"Sounds good."

He grins happily, leading you again, the source of the great smelling food gets closer with each step. Your hand is soft in his- or at least softer than his.

You are not a chosen Hero and haven't had the chance to really ruin your hands the way Legend has.

And for that he is forever thankful.

And every scar you do have he swears makes you more pretty. Because he's a sap. You know?

The biggest sap.

You guys stop in front of Luigi's stand, side by side l.

"Oh- Link! Hey!" The tall man says, smiling as if he's known Legend a long time.

"Hey, Luigi."

The menu is written in meat script on a large board atop the stall. The lettering is done in bright red ink.

You and Legend both take a moment to find what you want and order.

Legend orders your food and pays, with a quick "Thanks Luigi."

You two step aside to wait for your orders, hands still holding each other as the festival really comes to life.

"Thank you for dinner." You say, genuinely appreciative for him paying and for him taking you to a stall so you don't have to wander aimless.

"Anytime." He says back.

You look around again, the new angle of the area allows you to notice different things .

There's an area that seems to be reserved for dancing where a live band plays a peppy set of songs and people dance happily.

The sun is gone now and the oil lamps that hang from posts burn merrily. The stars above twinkle almost in time with the music too.

"Are festivals always like this?" You ask, looking at your lover with bright curiosity.

He laughs, as if he finds it endearing that you even have to ask that. Though he forgets that your home is very different from his or most of the other heros' homes.

He's sure your home is great though. It made you. And he really likes you a lot. Lobes you, if he's going to be honest.

"They're all like this, though sometimes the drunks get really angry and fight."

You make a face at that, causing Legend to laugh again. You never cared for bathroom fights back home, whether witnessing them in person or on screen. You especially didn't want to be involved in one.

Ew.

"What's so funny?"

"Just the way your face spoke for you right then."

"Hey now, I can barely control my mouth, my face is beyond help."

"Your face is very pretty even when it is saying mean things."

"Aw, thank you!"

He shakes his head at your antics, even as the soft smile stays in place. Like it usually does around you.

"You're thinking all loud again." You say, tilting your head to the side a little.

"Mh, only good things this time."

"What about?"

"You mostly. You're usually on my mind these days. Sappy as that may sound. Or whatever. "

"Oh, Ledge."

"Yes?"

"You're a sweetheart. You know that?"

"Only when I wanna be, babe."

"But you still are."

He just rolls his eyes at you fondly, his smitten smile seemingly glued to his face tonight. If anyone asks about that he'll just shrug and ask them why he shouldn't be obvious about his feelings? After all, life is short.

Why not be open with those you love and trust?

He's never understood wasting time on not being open to those you love. It seems like a fool's errand.

"Link!" Luigi's voice calls, letting you and Legend both know that your order is ready.

You both grab your food and move to the side where picnic tables are set up. The tables are mostly empty for the moment.

You and Legend both sit down at an empty table, setting your meals down in front of yourselves.

You taste your food and it's perfect. Exactly as you ordered, with all the right flavors and ingredients. The texture is heaven and you will have to remember to find Luigi next time you're in town.

"This is amazing."

Legend grins at you, crooked and genuine. "I'm glad you like it. Luigi has always been a great cook."

"Obviously. Is your's any good?"

"Yeah, he always outdoes himself."

"He's phenomenal. Remind me to try to track down similar recipes later."

"Sure thing."

"Oh- Link!" A man calls, moving to stand beside the table you two are at. "Is this the (Y/n) you told me about?"

"Yeah, it is."

"I'll let you be then, just saw you and wanted to say hi."

"Well, hi."

Your laugh is warm as bright, drawing the attention of both men to you without meaning to.

"What's funny?" The stranger asks.

"Nothing just- Link. They way he said it-" you break off into laughter again, whether it's genuinely funny or not doesn't matter. It still hit just right.

Legend shakes his head at you, "You're weird, (Y/n)."

"Always have been!" You chirp at him in response.

"You two are cute." The man says, "I do have to go though, my daughter wants me to meet up with her."

"Go on then Jack, tell Millie hi." Legend says, waving the man off with a nod towards the crowd.

The man leaves with a friendly wave.

"You know everyone here. Don't you?"

"I do."

"Do you like that?"

"Mh- usually. It has its perks."

"I bet."

"Are you doing alright? I know you aren't as used to traveling and questioning me and the guys are used to."

"It's different for sure, but it's hardly the worst thing. Now that shadow? Well let's just say I'd do more than kick him where the sun doesn't shine."

Legend laughs, shaking his head. "You and me both, babe."

You both eat the rest of your meals, idle chatter about whatever your mind comes up with. The evening is a comfortable temperature as you take time to enjoy the moment.

Inside jokes are cracked and you both seem thrilled to have them.

It's not until you both throw away your disposable cutlery and dishes that you notice the music beyond knowing it's playing.

The music is good, familiar even. You aren't sure where you've heard it before but the lively tune is nice and you can't help but want to get closer.

"Do your festivals always have a live band?" You ask, taking Legend's hand into your left.

"Unless one of the main players is sick."

"They're really good."

"I'll tell them you said that."

"You should."

Legend just snorts at that, "Yeah. You wanna go dancing?"

"Oh absolutely."

"Then I should warn you I'm not very good."

You laugh, shaking your head, "That's okay, most of the dances I know would make the people faint." You say, remembering the Tilton dances that have wormed their way into your brain for better or worse.

"I'd pay so much money to see that. But we probably shouldn't try to do that hm?"

"Probably not. I'd hate to cause a scene."

"At least not tonight?"

You laugh again, you find yourself doing that a lot when you're with him. He always seems to be able to make you feel better.

"Come on, if we're gonna dance we should get to the main floor." He says.

And you can't argue with him. That makes plenty of sense to you.

"Lead the way then, Link."

Legend gives you the sappiest smile of the night so far before leading you by your joined hands through the crowd and to the main dance area.

You join at the perfect time, in-between songs as people shift back to give a little space to other dancers.

A few couples push out of the crowd while a few more join in.

"Ready?" Legend asks.

"Yeah."

You and Legend face each other, his hand on your hip and his other holds yours. Your hand goes on his shoulder.

A lively waltz starts, and Legend leads you in the dance. You vaguely know the dance, whether from your own experience or from movies is irrelevant.

Legend smirks at you as you dance, hat in place even as he is dressed up and waltzing. It makes for quite the picture- a very good picture if you say do yourself. And you do- say so that is.

"You're doing great." He says.

"Thanks. You're better than you let on."

He barks out a laugh at that, shaking his head. "This is nothing. You should see some of the other people here when they really get into it."

"I'd love that."

"We'll have to watch. They usually start a little later."

You laugh as Legend spins you before bringing you back into the main dance steps.

It's nice. Dancing with him. The snark remarks he makes are familiar and expected.

The gentle way he guides you is almost perfect.

You aren't sure how long you've been dancing but you also don't really care.

The night is getting a little chillier and it's nice when Legend leads you off the floor. Sighting that he needs a break and that you probably do too.

The dancers on the floor are really getting into it now. Some people are swinging their dance partners around above their heads, cheering and smiling.

Some are even tossing their partner and swinging them in fancy ways. One young couple executes a move you'd only seen in movies before!

"Are you sure you aren't just trying to get out of swinging me around like that?"

"I think I'd drop you and break us both." He says with a snort.

"Fair enough. I don't think I could do that."

Legend just snorts, leading you further from the floor and the main part of the crowd. He motions to a small sitting area with a few benches set there.

Not a year round thing if you had to guess, the benches are probably only here on festival dates or huge events.

Legend sits down, patting the space beside him when you don't sit down quickly.

"I don't bite."

"Tell that to Twi's poor arm." You snort, recalling the mess that led from Legend having a nightmare to the goat incident of July (AKA the reason only the farmboys are allowed near goats), to the biting of Twilight's arm. The poor rancher.

"Hey now that was one time! And an accident!" He protests playfully, shoving your shoulder.

You bump your shoulder back into his, "Vengeance is mine!"

"You wish," Legend declares, swatting at your shoulder without any real effort.

"Whatever Ledge."

"You know I have a real name."

"I know you blush pretty when I say your real name."

"Shut up!"

"Nope!"

Legend groans as he drops his head to rest against your shoulder, eyes closing as he does.

"Are you tired?" You ask, inclining your head to see him better. Worry for his own being bubbling up from your stomach.

"A little. Not the worst I've felt." Legend admits with a half shrug. "Why?"

"Just curious. You know I worry."

"Yeah. You should stop that."

"You're a huge hypocrite there, Ledge."

"Ha! As if."

"I sprained MY ankle last month and your mother henned me a week after it was healed."

"It was justified! The quest lifestyle is one that gets people hurt, (Y/n)."

You sigh, reaching to brush the hair out of his face. It's nice to get to be so domestic, but it's still a lot. You can't help but expect a monster attack.

Legend yawns slowly, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm okay," You say as you survey the skyline, the bottled fireflies and the stars combine into a beautiful picture. "It's nice. Being here with you, I mean."

"I'm glad. I was worried you would like it."

"Are you kidding me? I adore this! We don't have many things like this back home, I guess music festivals come closest."

You reminisce for a second about the concerts and festivals you've either seen or wanted to see. The captured videos don't seem to do the events justice.

"Music festivals? Your culture celebrates music?"

"Sort of. They're like e outdoor concerts but with a bunch of bands at once."

"That sounds very… loud."

"It can be."

"Maybe we can go to one when this is all over. I'd love to see more of your world."

"I'd love that."

"Though I can't imagine a world without so many stars."

"It's different, I'm sure I'll always miss these stars when I'm home."

"Ha, as if we'd let you suffer such a fate. Between us all we can probably fight whatever has obscured them."

You laugh at that, imagining the boys all trying to fight the invisible villain called Centuries Of Light Pollution. The image conjured is a semi-tangible blag of smog gas in the form of a large human with a monopole, cane, and tophat. You name this villain Mr. Light Pollution

You'd pay so much money to watch your friends fight Mr. Light Pollution.

"I'm sure if you manage to fight it you'd win." You say, deciding to stay encouraging.

Mostly because you aren't sure how to explain the real issue at hand and how it came about to your beloved boyfriend.

It doesn't matter though, they can't actually fist fight light pollution. Probably…

At least two have fought a god… huh. Maybe they could?

You'll have to explore that idea later. Once the world has been saved and you've figured out the secret to time travel. As one does, obviously.

(It's probably something stupid and easy to miss that holds technology back from time travel. Something like a miserable placed one in math or something. )

"Of course we'd win." Legend says, sure of himself in the way only someone who's had to probe themselves over and over is.

"Yeah. You would."

"Do you want to go to an inn or stay out longer?"

"Let's go to the inn. It's getting a little too cold for me."

"That sounds good."

Legend stands up, holding his hand out for you.

You take his hand as you stand up, smiling your thanks.

"Let's head in then, come on babe."

Legend is walking then, his hand still in yours as he leads you. He glances back at you every so often, just making sure you're okay and keeping up.

For such a sourness he can be sweet as pie.

The walk back is short and calm, chilled as it is. The crowd thins out the further from the main festivities you both get.

Laughter still echoes in the wind from the people celebrating even as the night gets older.

"Did you have any fun?" You ask, nudging him with your shoulder as you squeeze his hand with your own. "Or was it unbearable and awful?"

"Yeah, I did have fun. Did you?"

"I did. It was a lot more fun than I expected."

"That's good. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I think we both deserve a break."

"More than. Remind me to work the tenderness outta your shoulders later, okay?"

"Don't gotta tell me twice." He says with a snort of laughter.

You just shake your head at him.

"You know, I wish we'd brought a camera."

"A what?"

"A camera. Like Wild's slate, it takes pictures."

"Oh yeah, you've mentioned them before. "

"Yeah, I like them. They let me keep memories better."

"That's what Wild said too."

"He gets it." You smile, "And that way I can tell my friends and family about you all and have them believe me."

You're hopeful that you'll get to have a wall dedicated to the chain and Legend. Mostly Legend if we're honest.

"You say that like you'll never see us again after this."

"Oh, I will. But they'll want an explanation before I bring nine men home that can and will fight for those they care about."

"Oh. Yeah, they'd probably not expect to see so many heroes in one place."

"Exactly. I'm sure they'd have questions. I think pictures would help a lot. Hopefully Wild and Wind will lend a hand with that."

"I'm sure they will. Even if you have to blackmail them."

"I could ask." You say, "I'm sure they'd help."

"Yeah. Probably so. But blackmail would make sure of it."

"You're a bad influence, Ledge. The worst."

"And yet you love me."

You give him a smile, the one reserved almost completely for him. Smitten and not even a little shy about it.

"Yeah, I really do love you, Link. I'm glad you know."

You watch him blush, starting at the tips of his ears and slowly spreading until it meets on his nose. He blinks at you a few times.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You agree.

"Well, I love you too. You got that?"

"I do."

"Good."

"I think so." You say, pushing the door off the inn open with a grunt.

The door is solid wood- much heavier than the usually hollow doors of today.

You lead Legend inside, pressing the door shut behind you and hearing the mechanics of the now click back into place.

The inn is warmer than outside, a low level fire burns in the hearth of the main room. You don't bother with any late pleasantries, those still in the lowest level of the building are either far too drunk for decent conversation or they work here.

The stairs creak as you and Legend climb them to the third floor. The banister is solid though when you use it.

"Do you have the key?" You ask Legend in a softer voice, careful in attempts to not wake those who sleep.

"Yeah." He says, fishing it from his pocket with his free hand.

"Good." You say, stopping outside your room.

Legend unlocks the door and then shuts it once you're both inside. He locks it for good measure, a way to keep Wind from dogpiling you tomorrow morning.

Inside the room is a dresser, a door leading to a closet, a door leads to a bathroom, a full size bed with a carved headboard, and two nightstands.

The headboard is solid and sports a carving of birds on a tree branch. Well done and coated in varnish.

You and Legend let go of each other's hand in the interest of bathing and changing into pajamas.

The bathroom that attaches sports heated running water. Which you take advantage of as you bathe, whether showering or taking a bath. The water is set just right as you scrub off the dirt and sweat of the day.

Once you are in your sleep clothes and you've done what you want to with your hair you get into bed. Finally allowing yourself to relax.

You sink into the mattress, feeling spoiled with the actual bed instead of a bedroll on the ground. Though you kiss the sounds of the campfire that lull you to sleep at night.

Legend joins you ten minutes later. His body warms beside yours as the blanket settles over you again.

"So… was that something you'd wanna do again?" He asks.

"Yeah, I think so. But I wanna get better at dancing first, you did all the work."

"I think you did well."

"You're very biased, love."

"I am not. I've known some very bad dancers."

"Like who?"

"My Zelda. She was awful when she first started. You wouldn't believe it."

"I doubt that. Aren't royals naturally good at rich people's things?"

"No. She stomped on my toes for so many years. I think they're permanently bruised."

"I doubt it."

"You're just really optimistic, babe."

"I have to be. You're all so pessimistic. "

"It's realistic in our line of work."

"I know."

"Good. I don't want you to be so optimistic you get hurt."

"I know. I just want to be happy, it's a lot easier with you though."

"Why? Are you being sappy again?"

"Pretty much always. You make me happy, Link. Of course I'm going to be optimistic when I'm happy."

"You're sweet, (Y/n). But you're like a sick tree right now."

"What?"

"Extremely sappy."

"That's a bad joke, Legend. Negative ten."

"You're hurting me where it hurts most!"

"Where, your sense of humor?"

"No. My pride!"

You laugh at that, rolling closer to him so you can wrap your arms around him. It's nice to see him so relaxed.

It's nice to know that he feels safe enough with you to relax.

This whole thing is just so nice.

Legend wraps his arms around you too, his chest rises and falls rhythmically as you start to really get close to sleep.

"Good night, (Y/n). Sleep well, I love you."

"Night, Link. I love you too."

He gives a pleased hum at that, moving to kiss your forehead. He settles back down and you feel him really fall asleep quickly.

A skill the heroes all have. The ability to fall asleep anywhere and to fall asleep fast.

You can feel yourself drifting off slower, basking in the figurative and literal warmth the moment provides.

The entire evening has been great. From the food made by Luigi to the dancing you enjoyed with Legend. Even the conversation was nice.

You don't ever want this kind of time together to stop. You'll do whatever you have to just to keep things like this a common thing.

And you're pretty sure Legend agrees.

Besides, even though you gave him his hat back- it was cute to see him without it. He looked a little lost until he got it back.

But the fact that he went out is his way to dress up for you? To go out of his comfort zone for you?

You're beyond touched.

He really does treat you well. He spots you in so many ways, even if there is always endless banter. You like it that way.

You'll have to arrange more days like this for him. It'll do Legend good to take more breaks and spend time doing things normal non-hero people do.

Maybe you can take him to a music festival.

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culxiaa-fn · 1 year

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[Outside Date]

You two went on a date outside of the school for the first time!

[Fem!reader]

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Ace Trappola - Amusement Park

When thinking about the date, Ace is not that nervous.

His logic is, it's just the usual, we just hangout outside today.

But when Kantokusei comes, dress all nicely and is different from the usual way she dresses, Ace's mind went blank.

[name]: ACEEE~ did you wait long? Sorry I kinda got sidetracked.

Ace:.....

Ace:(HUH?! WHAT'S WITH THAT OUTFIT?!? SHE LOOKS SO CUTE?!)

Ace: (well usually she dresses all boyish because of the situation she is in)

Ace: You look dumb

[name]: Eh?!

Listen- in Ace defend, when you are used to seeing your girlfriend flip a buff and students that are taller than her like her daily routine, you would be shocked too.

Ace is a casual boyfriend, he is not all sappy and hopeless romantic relationships with him usually chaotic but if alone it's kinda relaxing.

This guy definitely wants to go to a haunted house for his shit and giggle.

[name]: Ace there will be jumpscare in a second.

[name] & Ace: UWAH!!

Ace: WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED?! All of your predictions are right??

[name]: Hehe, I'm not scared, I'm just surprised by the loud noises.

Watch him being breathless and is the one that is more scared than Kantokusei.

[name]: Ace... Are you okay?? Do you want water?

Ace: Kantokusei... Why?

[name]: Ace... I live with 3 ghosts, do you really think I would be scared of that?

Ace: DAMNIT

Deuce Spade- Aquarium/Zoo

Deuce always managed to make himself nervous.

Like??? The usual "date" is just going to Sam's mystery shops. But today! We! Are! Going! Out!

More importantly Grim and Ace is not here!

When Deuce sees Kantokusei with he "date outfit" he is very close to passing out.

[name]: Deuce~ Thank You for waiting~

Deuce: (UWAAAHHH SO CUTE?!?!)

[name]: Deuce??? Hello??

For the first hour Deuce will be a bit quiet compared to his usual self.

He is really not used to Kantokusei dressing with this in this kind of outfit.

Deuce definitely brings stuff like umbrellas and bandaids. He wants no- need for this day to be perfect!

Deuce: Kantokusei, we have been walking for a while do you want to take some rest?

Deuce: Are your feet okay?? Just tell me if you want a rest okay?

He actually takes so long to gather courage to compliment your outfit. By the time both of you are going back he decided to say it .

Deuce: Kantokusei! Um, your outfit is pretty today!

He is gonna run. Definitely. Can't show his girlfriend that he got like this just from complimenting her! Yup! That's definitely lame.

Jack Howl- Snow Skating/Surfing

Jack loves his hometown that is covered by snow, and his girlfriend that's always by his side. So what is a better idea than bringing his girlfriend doing his favorite activity.

Jack sometimes forgets that even though the sight of his girlfriend flip and punch a student twice her size is a regular sight in school, she is still a girl (not in a bad way!)

Now, complimenting someone is not his strongest point, he got awkward. What do you mean his girlfriend can't just read his mind.

Jack: you look... different today

[name]: hm? Bad different or good different?

Jack:... Good. You look... cute..

If you don't know how to skate or surf, don't worry! Javk will teach you how.

He will take it slow and always hold your hand.

Proud boyfriend once you get a hang of it.

Jack: slowly... Careful now.

Jack: hm! You did well. I will be taking my hand off.

If you are cold Jack will warm you up! If you ask nicely he will give you his tail(!!!)

Will bundle you up if you and start sneezing.

You will end up being a bundle of floof.

Jack: your nose is red.

Jack:here take my scarf, It's fine, I have a higher body temperature compared to you.

[name]: My personal hand warmer is not here today...

Jack : *sigh* here not the same as Grim but my tail is fine right?

Epel Felmier - Arcade

Epel is used to treating his girlfriend roughly, it's not like hitting her or something but he treats her like his sworn friend.

Sure he sometimes shows caring and sweet boyfriend sides, but not like a total gentleman. He knew his girlfriend was not a fragile person.

But this???? Sometimes it slips from his mind that she is still his GIRLfriend(if you can get the image that she threw a 190cm Beastman to the floor cause their comments are a tad bit annoying)

Epel: uwah...

[name]: ?hm?? What's wrong??

Epel: ah- no, just not used to seeing you dress like this...

[name]: does it look bad??

Epel: nah, you look nice.

Arcade date with Epel is... Something...

This dude is so competitive, like?? Relax??

Somehow manage to win the stuff at the claw machines. Will proudly show off to Kantokusei.

Although he is not a prince charming, he is still a Pomefiore student! Vil drills etiquette into his head daily ya know! And he is not a scum! Of course he will protect his girlfriend from a bastard.

Epel: oi, you got a problem? Are you blind?!

Epel: should I teach you some lessons?!

Well... Goodluck trying to prevent him from brawling with that dude.

Sebek Zigvolt - Food hunting

Sebek, most of the time is busy with his knightly duties. So he can't go somewhere far and too long.

This is also why it slips his mind that his girlfriend will be dressing like that and she looks damn good too.

But Sebek is not a guy that is generous with his praise and compliment. Unless you are Malleus Draconia, then he will gladly sing you praises until his throat bleed.

But, you are still his partner, and it is his duty to tease, I mean praise you.

Sebek: Oh?? You look like a proper lady now.

[name]: 💢💢 huh? Want a fight??

Sebek: It's just, the sight of you brawling with other students makes me forget that you are a lady *his annoying handsome smug face*

[name]: 💢 I will tell Lilia that.

Well bye Sebek, you are dead.

Jokes aside he will be taking candid pictures cause?? He wants to admire his girlfriend's outfit??? LEAVE ME ALONE SHE LOOKS AMAZING IN THAT OUTFIT

Date with Sebek is mostly just checking out a good restaurant or popular eating spots.

Sebek is growing and he is always hungry, so eating with his girlfriend?? A win. Also ,he can see her stupid cute face while she was eating that stupidly sweet tooth rotting dessert.

You will be surprised how much he can eat. Damn you crocodile.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland #twst #ace Trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #jack howl x reader #epel felmier x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader

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continuation of my last hc, but i feel like even though peter is usually the one spilling the beans to charlotte about embarrassing things about ted or all the things he says about her, charlotte would occasionally do the same but about the things ted says about peter. like how smart he is, how much he worries about the kid sometimes, how he sometimes misses how close they used to be when they were younger, and “he really does love you a whole lot you know!” because even ted sometimes can’t help getting a bit sappy about his little brother. and since peter is about 18 years old i think (in npmd at least) that means it’s only a matter of time before he leaves for college, and sometimes ted confides in charlotte about how the house will feel much emptier when he leaves and how sometimes he worries that they’ll grow father apart, and charlotte doesn’t exactly list off all the things that he’s confided in her about since she knows it’s not really her place to do so but she definitely tells peter that ted’s gonna miss him a lot. and on the outside peter is very smug about it for the rest of the day but on the inside he’s like 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 - fluffvoid

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE IT’S EVERYTHING TO MEEEEE

Cause Charlotte’s seen the way they interact & she knows Ted loves to give Pete a hard time & mess with him for the hell of it, but she also know he loves his kid brother with all his heart. & she just wants to make sure that Ted will always have Peter. If only she knew that Peter won’t always have Ted

But she tells him that Ted tells everyone in the office how he always gets straight A’s on his report cards & how he’s dating the mayor’s daughter & he kinda forgets who all he tells so he just ends up repeating things but he’s just so proud of him he just wants to shout it from the rooftops. But then he actually sees Peter & he can’t help but punch his shoulder & give a playful insult. So obviously Peter is hesitant to believe everything she’s saying, but some stuff is too specific not to come from Ted. & it melts his heart because yeah his brother’s an asshole, but he’s an asshole who loves him. & Charlotte can tell that it makes Peter happy to hear that Ted’s been bragging about him but it makes him all flustered & embarrassed & giddy & later when he sees Ted he just comes up from behind & gives him a big ol’ hug. & Ted’s like “what’s this for?” & Peter’s like “Charlotte told me what all you said about me” & Ted freezes up because damnit he didn’t want him to know all that sappy shit & Pete adds “I love you too” & Ted turns around to give him a proper hug & throws an arm over his shoulder & messed up his hair like “ok ok don’t go rubbing it in.” Peter is beaming from ear to ear & is so happy to know 100% without a doubt just how much his brother loves him. But he’s a Spankoffski so he too is a little shit & uses this knowledge to tease the hell out of Ted & is like “you love meeee! You’re so proud of meeeee!” & Ted just rolls his eyes like “yeah yeah. You have 10 seconds to run”

Goat bros & sweetkoffski have such a death grip on me, you have no idea

#asks #anon ask #fluffvoid #npmd headcanons #tgwdlm headcanons #hatchetfield headcanon #ted spankoffski #peter spankoffski #charlotte sweetly #sweetkoffski #the guy who didn't like musicals #tgwdlm #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #hatchetfield #hatchetverse

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ourflagmeansgayrights · 6 months

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ofmd s2e4 rewatch where i pause to jot down my thoughts and other random shit

it's been a busy week since last thursday and shit's only gonna get busier for me after tomorrow so hopefully i can get through these two episodes out before i go to bed lol!!! anyway once again these posts are just me rambling so i can process the insane amount of information in these episodes and if u want to read them too that's fine.

s2e1, s2e2, s2e3, s2e4, s2e5, s2e6, s2e7, s2e8

rip everyone who wanted homoerotic sword fighting in the gentebeard reunion. have a headbutt as a consolation prize.

obsessed with stede holding raw room-temperature meat against his bruised face bc that's not even a little bit how that works. i love this show.

ok so jim saying "he'll probably get around to killing you after he's rested" in response to stede saying ed needs to regain his strength actually gives some pretty good context to why they want ed of the ship so bad. bc they DID fully try to kill ed and now he's here and alive and like. if i were jim i would be pretty worried abt ed holding a grudge abt that.

wont lie stede being like "we dont just banish people, that's not us!" makes me thinkg abt how they fully banished izzy from the ship in e6. i mean technically izzy banished himself on accident but. lol.

also izzy's absence in this scene indicating he is not yet considered part of the entire crew

roach: i need that steak back, it's dinner stede: (pulling the steak away) oh, right fang: maybe let's put the banishment to a vote? stede: (steak back on his face, apparently having forgotten he was literally just about to give the meat to roach) aw do we have to :(

ed chained to the ship is doing. a lot for me. i wont lie.

buttons saying he's been to the gravy basket a few times... how many times has this man almost died??????

it is deeply funny to me that they edit the split second flashback of the drowning and mermaid hallucination to look all creepy as if that whole scene wasn't set to an incredibly sappy 80's love song (said with immense affection)

OBSESSED with stede trying to be like. encouraging to izzy. and being like "he cant hear you he's got no head" about izzy yelling at the ruined figurehead. this fucking dork.

so ive seen ppl talking abt how the crew's in a deadlock abt banishing ed and which ppl they think were pro-banishment and which were against, but the scenes with the crew make it look like everyone's voting for ed to get kicked out. so tbh i think like either of the following interpretations are pretty valid: the crew is split 50/50 on if they should banish ed OR the crew 100% wants to banish ed and stede was gonna try and leverage izzy's vote to try and get more ppl to change their mind. doesnt rlly matter either way tho

also the fact that izzy was the one to keep ed's body is. interesting. the others must've known abt it and helped izzy hide the body in the secret room. but izzy being the one to be like "no we're not throwing him overboard" is. something. no conclusions abt this atm im just rotating this fact in my brain.

i also just have a lot of thoughts abt the mutiny and the fact that like, jim's a trained assassin and the others are also pretty experienced killers and they probably knew they hadn't completely finished the job. and there was plenty of opportunity for them to do something about that. but instead they hid his body and waited for ed to succumb to his injuries. it feels kinda like ed's "technically i outsource the big job" rule. idk. thoughtssss.

frenchie in this scene is so funny bc he seems both actually apologetic abt kicking ed off the ship but also very relieved/vindicated to see him go.

didnt realize olu almost said smthng to ed lol i thought ed was just saying "fuck you" to him for no reason ghfjkghjkfh

"first time i've ever been on this side of a walk of shame" wee john i have so many questions. how many times have you been banished from a ship.

obsessed with archie just being like "way to make this awkward brah." her shitty boss put her life at risk in an attempt to make her and her coworkers kill him in a weird roundabout suicide attempt and her summary of the situation is "well, this is awkward :/"

"shitty sailing with you" sick burn, jim

"you're making it really hard to look up to you, man" LOVE how black pete is still a blackbeard stan. despite everything.

just ONCE i want someone to appreciate roach's sandwiches :(

"dont you want your sammy" STEDE I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

also i disagree with the subtitles here im like 99% sure says "you're no fuckin mermaid" not "you're not a fuckin mermaid" but that's just me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

stede looks SO sad abt not being a mermaid

love how everyone in this episode just sort of nods and is like "yeah okay" every time buttons tells them he's turning into a bird

altho with stede in this scene specifically im convinced that he's just jumping at the chance to follow ed to the island. he was absolutely gonna come up with some shitty excuse to go ashore anyway but it's nice of buttons to give him plausible deniability

i love how much ed hates nature

why do the subtitles say "gyp-" this has been bothering me all week. the line is "like a drifter"

i also love ed's line delivery of "a wolf?"

anyway dumb posts abt the spider tattoo backstory: 1, 2, 3

i love to see ed getting hugs... wish i could give him a hug :(

ok also buttons talking abt the gravy basket made me think ed needed like some sort of spell or smthng to snap out of it but instead it just kinda wore off by the end of the episode (maybe, depends on how you read the whole buttons turning into a bird scene). this is very funny to me for some reason

anne rubbing the cup she's holding against her tit. queen.

stede bonnet idiot dumbfuck moments

i LOVE anne's line delivery of "eddie motherfuckin teeeeach" like yeah that's cj's girl alright. or was cj's girl. who knows.

SECRET HANDSHAKE im cryinggggg. i love them.

stede's voice sounds so weird when he says "i wasn't looking for you" and that's because he's fucking lying through his teeth

LOVE how anne and mary look at each other after the "shipmates" "former" interaction like they are immediately on the same wavelength. and that wavelength is fucking with ed and his ex. they sniffed out a messy relationship dynamic and were like "oh hell yeah we need more of this in our lives"

ed is SO bitchy this whole scene i fucking love it. ed's face when he says "him?" fdhjksgfjhdgkj

ed: whatever 🙄 anne: whatever? 👀 mary: whatever! 😈

wee john getting more goth is so good

drunk izzy rambling at the ship's figurehead is so funny to me tho i miss drunk izzy

ed's crew lady macbeth "out damned spot" moments

i like how there's a goat in the background of this scene in anne and mary's house and it is unexplained and also never seen again.

ed's face after stede says "that's romance" is soooo good this bitch is so pissed. like oh would you have met me at the docs if i peeled the guard's face off instead of just paying him off? is that what fuckin does it for you???? not that it matters bc i dont care. but. cunt.

yeah im just focusing in on all of ed's faces in this scene. "quite the shift going from wearing people's faces to antique collectors" gets ed to freeze in the middle of bringing his drink up to his lips and just kinda stare off into the distance.

"how did you meet" has ed kind of frowning for a split second before stede starts answering and then he rolls his eyes very dramatically and sighs deeply

ed immediately being like "actually i was gonna kill him myself!" trying to undermine stede's meet-cute story. also anne and mary nodding along in complete unison bc this is just normal pirate conversation to them.

~~~

also as someone who has been team "no ed was dead serious abt the plan to steal stede's identity" this was very vindicating for me. it's a bad plan and it doesn't make any sense but logistics literally dont matter in this show. what matters is giving this story the "falling for the mark" trope makes ed's character arc in season 1 that much tastier!!!!

ed and stede going back and forth telling their story i cant fucking wait until theyre happily together telling this story and instead of ed trying to downplay it and ruin the meet-cute-iness of it they're just building on each other and being sappy and adorable

"more like i relented" one of the biggest lies i've ever heard this man say fjhkgjkfdhk

"until he completely boned it" SAY IT. FUCKING SAY IT. SOOOOO TRUE ED.

auauhghgh the beard bit......... crying

THE!!!!! QUIETEST LITTLE "thank you" OF ALL TIME. TIED MAYBE WITH ED SAYING "thank you" AFTER "i think you're very sophisticated" IN 1.05

i dont blame stede for trying to get ed to open up right after that bc that was the first bone ed's thrown stede's way since he woke up. unfortunately ed is not in the mood to talk abt his near-death experience and mermaid hallucination sequence.

LOVE anne's little gesture when she says "rabbit" and the little hip cocking

stede being like "uhhhh we could leave" during the knifeplay exhibitionism moment

i giggle every time at the way the crew is instantly like "fuck closing our eyes we're doing any fucking surprises"

ngl idgw the crew yelled abt the piñata reveal. but ok

loooove stede's half of the crew just blowing past all the screaming and tension from ed's half. jim screams "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!" abt the blindfold and roach is like "you won't want to stay the fuck away from this caaaake!" like roach fdhsjfgdhfjkghkj read the room?????

i love how much stede just. completely misses all of annie's flirting

ed coughing during the blunt session i love himmmmm

ok but ed's trying to be like "im totally over stede i dont even like him" and then ed reminiscing fondly with a distant smile abt the 1.06 stabbing scene

"and that was the... second time you left your wife?" underrated line

love how annie's been all quiet and seductive and then when she goes to make her move she's just like "WOUND THIS" and aggressively sits in stede's lap

also ok. "they're gonna be so jealous" is that annie talking abt ed and mary or is that annie using they/them pronouns for mary.

BUTTONS JUMPSCARE

also i love how they have that one medusa painting just. in their kitchen. im obsessed with the interior decor of this lesbian antique store that annie and mary live in

the way she's so touched by the poisoning attempt hjfgfjksghskjhgjkh

buttons being like "aahhhhhh do i give her... this bowl......????" fhjkghkfsjhk

"yeah, babe" TEALORANGES WIN

im honestly sad izzy's pathetic wet beast moment only really went for like three tiny scenes in one episode bc this shit was so funny to me. crawling away saying "you're born alone you die alone" over and over again. sir what are you even doing.

god buttons in this episode is so fucking funny bc i keep forgetting he's there. also why is he even there. like was he even invited to dinner or did he just sit down and annie and mary were like "oh ok i uh. guess we'll go make another plate??"

ed's face after buttons says the bit abt "i can tell this rabbit was intelligent" is soooo funny why is he so fucking pissed fdhsjkgyjdfkghjk

NO WAIT HE'S PISSED BC THAT WAS HIS FRIEND. THAT WAS HIS FRIEND THE WOLF HE WAS TELLING HIS SECRETS. NOW IM KINDA SAD :(:(:(

stede talking abt the sea when what he's actually talking abt is ed part 2 electric boogaloo

ed very calmly. standing up. and smashing the chair. im obsessed with him.

stede bonnet stupid dumbass moments

IMPROMPTU BLANKET FORT TIME

ed's voice is so quiet at the start of this scene he's not even yelling at stede until stede says "it's not fair" ohhhhhh my babygirl is so fucking sad........

"you ditching me without a note or anything" ed's literacy confirmed

"expecting me to just melt back into your arms" eddie my man. stede has not given literally any indication that he expected this at all. you are telling on yourself fhdjskghfkjshd

this scene is so fucking good i barely have anything to say abt it. just. u can rlly tell david jenkins wrote this ep himself lolll

"i was all in, mate. i was all in." IM SOBBING

oh nooooo i forgot that ed's line delivery of "im sorry my horrible naked chin disgusts you so much" isnt actually as sarcastic as the words itself make it seem. like it feels like ed wanted to say that all angrily and bitter but instead he just sounds sadddddd

ok ok but the way stede says "i love your chin naked or otherwise" and then after a pause (during which ed is keeping INCREDIBLY still bc u know otherwise he's just gonna burst into tearssss) stede whispers "ed" and ed is immediately like "don't" and then. stede going in for the "i love you" but like the way he's so slow with it?? he's literally like "i. love." and idk if it's bc he's trying to make this as clear as possible or if he's giving ed enough time to cut him off if he doesn't want to hear it

and ed DOES he DOES cut him off with "you don't get to say that to me" and he like. keeps glancing at stede out of the corner of his eye but not quite looking at him directly bc he knowwwwws it's like staring into the sun baby and ed knows if he looks at stede's face it's literally all over.

but also ed's face after stede pivots to "i love everything about you" he's SO pissed. he quietly groans and rolls his eyes bc this bitch. finding stupid loopholes to not being allowed to say "i love you." fuck this guy ed hates him so fucking much (lying)

oooooh when stede says "you don't have to say it back to me" ed's mouth opens and closes a bit before "not about to" bc this man is trying. SO hard not to cry (so am i but it's not working sorry there are tears on my face right now)

idk idk idk smthng abt "it's nice. feels good." makes me hurt so fucking bad bc the entire time since ed's woken up stede's been getting headbutted and snarked at passive-aggressively but stede's still like "i love being near you it makes me happy :)" brb i need. a fucking moment.

honestly tho how did annie and mary even overhear that bit bc they were on the other side of the room and stede was whispering SO quietly. opposite of when ppl in this show dont hear things despite the things being said like two feet away from them (1.03 geraldo and jackie talking abt how blackbeard was looking for stede, 2.01 zheng saying the indigo was worth way more than she spent on it)

LOVE how anne being like "stede likes the ladies" is how ed figures out "ohhhh wait ok theyre just fucking with us, got it" bc this guy??? liking women????? lmao

this also HAS to be why he gets over mary like his brain mustve gone "wait hang on why the fuck would he go back to her he doesn't even like women. guess maybe he really did panic huh" hdjksghfckghkjsh

obsessed with these TINY tiny details abt the ed/jack/annie/mary polycule dynamics we're given. ed would've expected as much from annie bc she's a fucking psycho. mary apparently used to not be like this. im putting the pieces together im connecting the dots.

ed and stede's knowing smug looks at each other. im obsessed.

annie being rlly sensitive to the word "bitch" im considering that more hints abt the polycule backstory

yayy fanny newspaper

"really? i mean she stabbed you, you poisoned her, and then she jumped on my face" stede this is all part of their very elaborate and deeply toxic sex life ok stop kinkshaming them

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curious if ed and stede are too distracted by mary spelling out their worst fears to comment on all the smoke coming into the room

"everything must go" like a fucking clearance sale. this is such a silly line. this is a silly show. i love it here.

WHY DONT THEY MAKE OUT SLOPPY STYLE HERE THO

wait are they crying while they hug??? bro these girls are so fucking messy i love them

ed saying "see you guys" before he leaves them in their burning house. i would die for him

ok team arts and craft time while making a prosthetic for izzy. obsessed with how the b plot of this episode is literally "the crew struggles to get along but they eventually set aside their differences and work together when they realize there's someone even more cringe and pathetic than any of them"

"YOU ARE!!! HARASSING A CRIPPLE!!!!!!" is suchhhh a funny line im sorry im gonna miss izzy at his lowest fhsjkhjksf. literally they just knocked on the door my dude calm downnnn

obsessed with izzy being genuinelly touched and expressing it by saying "fucking cocksuckers." this man is allergic to having feelings.

stede and ed painfully talking over each other bc everything is awkward and difficult. i love them.

ed's face when stede offers to let ed stay. his very quiet "yis." the way he says "might be nice" and then VERY QUICKLY looks away

stede yelling GREAT at the top of his lungs fhdsjkguydfgfjkhl

i love when these guys try to play it cool bc theyre so fucking bad at it hgdfgvjfxdkgjjdkkgjhfdkh

stede bonnet dumb idiot moron moments

ed staring off lovinglyyyyyy

buttons jumpscare

also is that fucking sage. are we doing cultural appropriation here

buttons saying "Earth Wind and Fire i wanna go higher" hfjkhgfdjkhgjkh

i love how ed. does not question this "fuck yeah, brother. fly."

ed teach lovesick fool moments

i love how happy ed sounds telling stede abt buttons he sounds like his old goofy self for the first time all season.... im gonna cry

also i like how the crew adopts izzy as their new creature. 10/10

post credits scene is annie and mary at dinner with buttons. i guess it's after stede goes to comfort ed but before they go eavesdrop on that convo.

buttons enjoying his last meal as a human. and also he's like "there's too much fucking on that ship i need to get away from it all." and his way of doing this is becoming a bird. love that.

#ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #edward teach #stede bonnet #crew of the revenge #anne bonny #mary read #izzy hands #gentlebeard #s2e04 #txt #mine #og #ofmds2rwwiptjdmtaors

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og-danny-dorito · 2 years

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[ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 ]

no particular reason for this, i just kinda miss writing for them sdjjkdn. this is a pretty select few but if yall want i can make headcanons for some others if requested :]

𝐓𝐖: brief period of sexual content. marked with a yellow [ ⟢ ]

𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲

⟢ it kinda depends! for the most part he doesn't really go on dates, but when he does they're pretty private and discreet

⟢ a nice dinner in a high-end restaurant out of town would be nice, preferably in a territory that he has connections with so nothing interrupts you two

⟢ there’s something really sweet and domestic about getting all dressed up, picking you up at your place, and having a casual conversation over dinner that feels like normalcy for him in the hectic shitshow he calls his life

⟢ because of that he really likes just,, spending time with you?? like not really on a date persay, but more like you hang around in his office doing your own work while he does his

⟢ it may not seem like it, but he really appreciates you being there considering how lonely he can get drowning himself in work. when you notice him getting too consumed by it you place your hand on his non dominant one, making him break his eyes away from the paper and let out a little sigh so he can give himself a break for a few seconds

⟢ but yeah anyway something slow paced and calm would be more his style, he’s not really into very social events or loud areas now that he’s grown older so a date at home or a quiet cafe/restaurant would be nice

⟢ (can’t stay out for too long with you though, he’s worried you’ll end up with a bounty over your head because of him)

𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲

⟢ honestly dude he just wants to relax like

⟢ he’s not “boring enough” that he doesn’t wanna go out and have a few drinks, but he really appreciates calmness

⟢ like going see a movie is a nice middle ground since you could go hit up a bar after and talk about what you liked and didn’t like over a glass of liquor

⟢ outside of his job he really likes the races too!! he’s not gonna bet anything cause he doesn’t feel like that’s appropriate on a date in his case (unless you say you’re cool with it, he’ll try his best not to start a fight with anyone there for your sake)

⟢ he thinks that going dancing is nice too. he’s not particularly good at it and he finds himself laughing a little when you trip over your own feet, but when he looks at you enjoying yourself it gets harder and harder to pay attention to the world around him enough to feel embarrassed

𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲

⟢ dude honestly?? i feel like he’s a sucker for the “night on the town” trope

⟢ like yeah all that sappy stuff is cute and all, but he wants to have fun. more so he wants to have fun with you.

⟢ of course his definition of “fun” is just running around starting shit, but if you’re into causing a little trouble and then messily making out in an alleyway what’s there not to love??

⟢ he’s all about starting a ruckus, and if he has a gorgeous person by his side to do it with him he’s over the moon

⟢ going out with him means you’re probably going out with a few of your friends too since he really likes being surrounded by people, but he’s probably going to just grab you by the wrist and drag you off somewhere halfway through his drinks anyway

⟢ the two of you either end up back at the base (somehow) missing half of your clothes, or woken up by a cop cause you were sleeping in the park cuddling like it was your bed back home

𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬

⟢ i have had the headcanon that this man is soft since the beginning of my writings for peaky blinders and i refuse to go back on it goddammit

⟢ he’s SO sweet. like so sweet it’s almost painful he just loves all that sappy shit

⟢ dude picnics? sign him tf up. he likes to eat and he likes to watch birds, and he likes the little laugh you let out when he groans to sit down properly because his back doesn’t cooperate with him anymore

⟢ like tommy he’s not really into anything terribly social or loud now that he’s mature and has to deal with that on a daily basis, but he doesn’t mind going out for a drink with you in the places that be knows you’ll be safe in

⟢ that, or if you’re not feeling up to it you could come over to his house and he could make you dinner

⟢ alfie’s a really passionate guy, so if you’re not averse to sex he’s more than happy to spend the entire date just lazily sucking you off/eating you out on his couch

⟢ it doesn’t feel like any of the sex you’ve ever had before, especially with how much he pays attention to and how his pleasure seems entirely focused on your own

⟢ it’s almost like he gets off to feeling your body constrict and writhe underneath him, even somewhat having a conversation with you if you’re not too breathless (you are, he’s insanely good at pleasuring you with his mouth it’s actually kind of aggravating)

𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚

⟢ he wants to take you out to eat almost every time you two go out

⟢ he usually just makes the excuse “im italian, we like to eat” but it’s also because it’s the safest option considering he owns a lot of the restaurants y’all go to

⟢ that and he likes to eat

⟢ if you wanna try something different he’s all ears, down for almost anything you want since he’d do anything to please his angel

⟢ hes also just down to walk around New York City and look at the lights, talking about things that most normal couples would like bad coworkers and weather preferences

⟢ when he's around you he doesn't like to focus on work too much since it makes him feel like he's not giving you enough of his attention

⟢ likes to say that he's not into the sappy shit but he's a hopeless romantic at heart

⟢ will definitely take you to a nice dinner in a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant and asks you to dance like you haven't done it millions of times before

⟢ he sings the lyrics of the song to you in your ear while you sway and you giggle every time he places kisses on your neck and whispers things into your skin

⟢ generally just very soft and romantic, and most definitely walks you home/walks home with you after

{ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 :) }

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 1 year

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I might be a bit cliché haha but may I request a nice Steddie + Ronance double date? Bonus points if they end up telling embarrassing stories about their partners in front of their friends ❤️

Ooh, yes 💕

Well, they're not exactly teasing their partners, but I hope it'll do!

As much as they joked that their first double-date was their time spent trying to escape the Upside Down, it was nice to actually do something normal together. Sure, Eddie rolled his eyes and huffed that bowling was "lame and cliché as fuck," but that lasted right up until he got his first strike.

Yes, he got it with Steve's help. Yes, Steve's hands were on his waist. No, Robin would never let him live it down.

He squeaked. It was glorious.

Nancy approached bowling like she approached everything else: with competitiveness and single-minded determination. Maybe Robin was drooling a bit, sue her. No one should be capable of making bowling shoes look cute, but Nancy somehow pulled it off. She watched Nancy approach the line, eyes narrowed as she stared down the lane, eyeing the pins like they'd personally offended her.

She only knocked over three pins and cursed so loudly that a nearby mother gasped and covered her young son's ears. Eddie laughed so hard he fell off Steve's lap.

"You'll get the next one, Nance," Robin soothed, kissing her cheek.

"I will," Nancy said, with a slightly wild gleam in her eyes. Maybe it was because Eddie was winning and they simply couldn't have that. Steve was just giving Eddie that sappy little smile, clearly unphased by his second-place spot, while Nancy considered it an insult.

Robin was losing. Like, by a lot. She slipped and got two gutter balls in a row. But, hey, it came with a perk! Nancy kissed her each time and even bought her a slushie. Robin considered slipping on purpose, but wasn't willing to risk actually breaking a leg or dropping the ball on her foot.

Eddie caught her eye and smirked. Robin loudly slurped her slushie, unapologetic as Nancy fussed over her. It was so worth it.

"I've seen worse from her," Steve said. "There was the time she fell over two display cases and landed on her ass because Vickie smiled at her, and then-"

"We don't speak of it!" Robin squawked.

"No, hold on, I wanna know more," Eddie said quickly, grinning.

"I've got dirt on you too, Munson," Robin hissed, pointing at him. "Don't try me."

"Dirt," Nancy repeated, amused. "Such as...?"

"Don't you dare, Robin," Eddie warned.

"Eddie's big bi panic the first time Steve lifted him up!"

"Buckley!" Eddie protested. Steve looked especially smug.

"Oh really?" he drawled. He scored a strike like it was nothing, the little shit. "Tell me more."

"You literally put your hands on my waist and lifted me out of your way!" Eddie huffed, gesturing dramatically as he spoke, practically flailing his arms. "Cut me some slack, man, I'm only human."

"Don't worry," Nancy said soothingly. "Steve walked into a doorframe because you were showing Argyle your chest tattoo."

"Nancy!" Steve yelped, flushing. "What the hell?"

"That's what that was about?" Eddie demanded.

Robin cackled gleefully. That had been a glorious night indeed; what a way to realise you were bi. Poor Steve had taken hours to recover.

Steve's eyes narrowed on Nancy. His smile was downright predatory.

"Alright, Nance," he said, far too sweetly. "Why don't we tell Robin here about those practice conversations we had? Remember, when you wanted to rehearse asking her out?"

Nancy went beet red and froze in place. "Steve Harrington," she said slowly. "Don't say a word."

Robin perked up. "Practice?" she asked eagerly. "Really?"

"Oh yes," Steve said gleefully.

"Shut up, Steve!"

"Nancy was nervous, so Eds and I offered to help."

"Steve!"

"She wanted to get it just right and...Now, Nancy, remind me what your first attempt was?" Steve's grin grew. Eddie badly concealed a snort as a cough. Nancy slowly shook her head, silently daring him to continue.

Well, Steve had never been known for self-preservation.

He looked at Robin, hands on his hips. "Nance here looked me right in the eye and said, Hi Robin, I'm bye-bye. I mean bi. I mean- girls. You. Date please?"

"I hate you," Nancy hissed. She slumped in her seat, hiding her face in her hands. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you."

"Damn," Eddie snorted, grabbing Robin's slushie and slurping before she could stop him. He had the gal to fight her off as she tried to snatch it back. "We're all disasters, huh?"

"Monster hunting is easy," Robin said, successfully reclaiming her slushie. "Flirting? Not so much."

"Speak for yourself," Steve said.

"Don't make me resurrect the board, Stevie-boy."

"Board?" Eddie tilted his head, reminding Robin fondly of a little puppy. Nancy gave her that adorable, curious pout.

Steve was already blushing scarlet.

"Robin," he pleaded. "Don't."

Grinning, Robin threw her arm around Eddie's shoulders.

"Eddie, do you remember Scoops Ahoy?"

#i love them your honour #they're disasters #answers #asks #prompts #the fruity four #fruity four #steddie #ronance #steve x eddie #robin x nancy #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #snippets

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ramblingsofafanatic · 11 months

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Narrow Escape

Bahryn Fest day 2, we got some soft Kalluzeb hurt/comfort art and fic.

Word Count: 667

Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios

Warnings: Non-Graphic descriptions of fairly major injuries

Can also be read on AO3 here!

Fic under the cut:

Kallus wakes up faster than he'd like. The pain swiftly bringing him awake at the first brush of consciousness. He groans, as he tries to open his eyes. Only one manages to open, and it's closed again in short order at the bright lights in the med bay. He hears his name being called out from someone beside the bed and it takes him another second but he opens his eyes and turns his head slightly to look at who it is.

"Zeb?" Kallus croaks out before coughing. His throat is beyond dry.

"Hey Kal," Zeb says softly as he tries to wave down either a med droid or techs without letting go of Kallus' hand. A med droid comes over and scans Kallus before giving him a run down. Three cracked ribs, a sprained wrist, a mild concussion, and his leg is most certainly busted again. Not to mention the bruises and scrapes littering almost every inch of him.

Kallus tries to talk again but is cut off by more coughing. The med droid passes Zeb some water before shuffling off to the next patient and Zeb helps Kallus drink some before the human tries talking again.

“Was the mission successful,” Kallus asks and Zeb scoffs.

“Depends on your definition of successful.” the ‘you almost died’ wasn’t said but it was heard.

“Did the data chip of imperial information I collected get back to the intelligence department.” Kallus specifies.

“It did,” Zeb says.

“Good… hope you weren’t too worried about me”

“Worried?! Try kriffing terrified Kal! They couldn’t even tell me if you’d make it or not until a few hours ago” Zeb exclaims, he gestures with both his arms before stopping abruptly when Kal winces at the moment. He forgot he was still holding Kallus’ hand and he’s quick to place it carefully down on the bed.

“Sorry,” Kal says.

“Sorry? Why are you apologizing? I'm the one that just hurt you.” Zeb asks, bewildered. Kallus snorts and although the noise startled Zeb the first time, it’s now a more than welcomed sound.

“I meant about worrying you,” Kallus explains.

“Oh, well yea ya should be sorry for that,” Zeb says with a grin.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” Kallus asks, and a lot of ideas flash before Zeb’s mind but none of them could be done with Kallus’ current condition, so he thinks a bit longer.

“Do you trust me?” Zeb asks instead of answering.

“Of course,” Kallus says with no hesitation.

“I have somewhere I wanna take you, but I can’t tell you where it is, or what it is really until we get there. You’ll have to be totally in the dark about it, ” Zeb says.

“Okay,” Kallus says.

“Really?”

“Yes, of course, it may have to wait a bit though, I don’t think they’re gonna let me leave for a bit.” Kallus says.

“Neither am I, I changed out for perimeter patrols until you’re better. The med staff have all been informed to comm me as soon as you try anything stupid” Zeb says, Kallus raises an eyebrow.

“But you hate being planet side?” Kallus asks, scrunching his nose in confusion before wincing and intentionally relaxing his face. It’s Zeb's turn to snort as he reaches out to take Kal’s hand again.

“I hate being away from you more,” Zeb says with a shit eating grin, he knows how Kal feels about sappy things like that (he pretends to hate it but not-so-secretly loves it), and he’s rewarded for his efforts with Kallus groaning and failing to hide the smile trying to take over his face.

“Tell me again why I put up with you.” Kallus asks.

“Because you love me?” Zeb asks, reaching out to place a hand lightly on the side of Kallus’ face, trying to avoid the large amount of bruising around his eye.

“Yea, I love you, you idiot.” Kallus responds before turning slightly to press his lips lightly against Zeb’s wrist.

#art #kalluzeb #bahrynfest #bahrynfest2023 #bahryn fest 2023

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munsonsreputation · 1 year

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congrats on 500! can I get 🧣? I’m feeling eddie and sweet nothing 🥹

hi jillian!!!! i think sweet nothing is one of the most underrated songs on midnights!!! i think it's so sweet and sappy and just a bunch of love!!! i absolutely loved writing this (eddie is such a soft boi) and i hope i did it justice!!! if you want to check out the sweet nothing fic i did for steve then you can find it here <3

again, thank you so much for you request and your support...it means the world to me!!!! 💘💫🧸

Love.

A simply complicated four letter word.

Something that holds so much weight with its spoken message.

Eddie Munson always thought he wasn’t destined for love, at least romantically. He was always flawed in some way or the other, or at least that was just how it seemed.

In hindsight, he always thought it was some sort of blessing that he didn’t have any romantic partners. He didn’t have to worry about lavish dates. Impressing someone’s parents. Worry about someone else’s safety other than his own. Buying expensive gifts for stupid anniversaries. Get mad at someone for stealing all the blankets.

All of those ridiculous things that people had to put up with—something that he couldn’t imagine himself going through, but that was until he met you.

Weirdly enough, the second he met you, it felt like all of the stars in the universe aligned in some magical and creepy way. He knew that there was no one in the world that he wanted to do all that relationship shit with except with you.

And so now, even three years later, it still seems so surreal to him to walk up the front porch steps of your shared apartment, unlocking it and seeing you dancing in the middle of the kitchen as he watched in the doorway.

You were always dressed in the comfiest clothing—his to be exact. An oversized and faded Metallica tee paired with his boxers that you rolled up to fit snug over your hips. Your hair was either always clipped back or pulled into a messy bun and most times you wouldn’t even hear him come through the door because the music was so loud.

Every day at seven-thirty p.m. this would be his scene back at home. His favorite of all time. The one he would never get tired of coming home to. Even when he was covered in grease and sweat after a long day of work, all of that exhaustion just seemed to seep out of him the moment he saw you.

He smiled, chucking to himself as he watched you bring the end of the wooden spoon closer to your lips, belting out the lyrics to the Madonna song that ringing out through his record player in the center of the living room.

“Hey popstar!” He whistled, locking the front door as he undid the laces of his work-boots.

You jumped, startled at first, something you always did no matter if you knew it was Eddie, “You could at least knock, Eds!” you joked, putting down the spoon onto a plate and turning down the heat of the stove before skipping over to him.

“It’s our place baby, I’m sure I don’t need to knock.” He laughed, making you roll your eyes as you embraced him the moment he got his shoes off and placed them on the little rack near the front door.

He groaned, pushing his brows together while he wiggled in your hold. “m’all sweaty and dirty, babe.”

You shrugged, refusing to let go as held him tighter, “I don’t care. I missed you all day.”

He missed you more.

Not waiting another second, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close as he could feel the warmth of your bodies tangling together after a long day apart. “I missed you too.”

“Not so bad, right?” You couldn’t help but smile up at him with your doey eyes, getting your way once again, but Eddie loved it like that.

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned, nodding his head before lowering his head to meet your lips with a soft kiss, “The best. But now you’re gonna be all greasy.”

He scrunched his face, looking down to see the deep oil stains in his overalls, hoping they didn’t get onto you.

“S’ok, we can just shower after dinner.” You ran your fingers over his sides, up and down in comforting motions.

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “You’re the one always running up the water bill with your long ass showers,” he quipped.

You snorted, swatting him playfully on the arm. “How about tonight we kill two birds with one stone and shower together,” you suggested, grinning mischievously, “Save some money and the planet.”

His eyes widened only for a second before a sly grin came over his features. “I might need to hug you after work every day if this is gonna keep happening.”

You both laughed before Eddie leaned in to give you another kiss. You melted into him, feeling grateful that this is the man that came home to you every day.

“Come on chef, I think our dinner might be burning.” He wrapped his arms around your body, trapping you in his cages, while walked the both of you into the kitchen.

Thankfully, it wasn’t burning, just coming to a little simmer with a bit too much steam. He rested his chin on your shoulder, watching as you stirred the pasta and the sauce together.

“You know, you’re pretty cute when you dance while cooking.” Eddie announced, a playful grin on his face that you could feel in his voice.

“Oh, stop it,” you replied, but the smile on your face betrayed your attempt at seriousness.

You cut the heat, removing the pan from the burner and placing it off the side while you reached up slightly to grab two plates for you and Eddie.

He kept his arms around you, only loosening them enough to let you move freely as you plated the meal. “I mean it,” he mumbled. “I love watching you move. It’s like everything just falls into place when you’re in the kitchen.”

You leaned back into his embrace, feeling sappy and loved. “You know,” you said, “I never thought I’d find someone who appreciates my cooking and my dancing in the kitchen.”

Eddie chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Well, you found him,” he said. “And you’re also a killer singer… you should ask Madonna to take you with her on tour!”

You laughed, placing down the plates, as you finally turned around and faced him once more, “I think I’ll stick to staying here with you.”

“Well, I feel lucky to be your only audience then,” he said, smiling at you, sharing the third of many kisses tonight.

Eddie took the plates from you and set them on the table, while you quickly turned down the music so that you and Eddie could talk about each of your days over dinner.

“So, how was work today?” you asked, taking a bite of your food.

Eddie sighed, pushing his food around with his fork, “It was a long day, bunch of bullshit at work that’s throwing the whole team off.”

“What kinds of bullshit?”

He grunted, finally telling you all the details about the stupidity going on at the goddamn auto-shop of all places.

“One of the guys are hogging customers and it’s throwing all of us under the bus. We had a meeting today, so I’m crossing my fingers that whatever bullshit he’s pulling is done and we can all just focus on getting our money.”

You were great at listening to him. Hearing him out and trying to access the situation and give him the best advice you could. A trait that Eddie was more than grateful for, someone who not only validated his feelings but wanted to find ways to make him feel better.

When everyone on the outside was up to some crap, he knew he could come to you, the person who was his home and find the comfort that he needed. That everything was going to be ok as long as you were around.

You reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry that’s happening, baby,” you said sincerely. “But I’m sure everything will get figured out and if not, then your boss should fire him. You and the rest of the workers deserve better than to put up with that crap.”

Eddie’s tense hand relaxed under your hold as you spoke. “Thanks for that sweets,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude. “You’re my rock, y’know that?”

Your heart swelled with joy and pride because he was all you ever wanted. You didn’t care about what people thought about him and the way he was viewed by everyone else. The only thing that mattered to you was that he had a good heart and an even kinder one when it came to you.

“You’re my rock too.” You whispered, patting the top of his hands before he turned yours over and intertwined your fingers together.

It was moments like these that made the two of you appreciate each other a little more. To know that you two had each other no matter. That sure, even if the outside world was filled with the cruelest and harshest of circumstances and people, that you two would always be able to fall back into each other.

“I love you.” He smiled, watching as you got out of your chair and walked over to him.

His arms already held out as you sat in his lap and cuddled into his embrace, “I love you more.”

This was everything.

Your silly banter.

Your teasing smiles.

Your warm hugs.

Your soft kisses.

You and him.

All the sweet nothings that life could offer the two of you.

This was true love.

I hope you liked this jillian!!! from one swiftie to another, I LOVE YOU!!!

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