#i stand by that

[stop-talking]

No thoughts, only Derek Danforth sending you nudes while you're at work...

(Thanks, Holden. 🙄) @freak-accident419

Tags: 18+ g!n reader, mentions of drugs, no real smut, just dirty talk and nudes

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Your phone buzzes in your pocket for the twentieth time in the past five minutes, and you have a sinking suspicion you know who it is.

Who it always is.

With a sigh, you try and discreetly look at your phone underneath your desk. Opening messages from Derek while you're at work is always a gamble, considering he spends 90% of his time high, horny, or a mix of both.

As soon as you tap the notification, your screen is overtaken by cock. The tip red and glistening with need, his hand wrapped around the shaft, mid-pump...

Fuck.

You quickly turn your phone off, shoving it between your thighs and sitting up straighter. That bastard. He knows you're at work.

Of course, now he also knows you've opened his messages. Your phone vibrates angrily between your thighs, and you start to wonder if putting it there was a smart move.

Fucking Danforth. You try to physically shake the image of his throbbing cock out of your mind, literally shaking your head as you stare at the computer screen in front of you.

That is, until your co-worker in the cubicle across from yours shoots you a glance and asks if you're alright.

"Yeah, just, uh... Tired. Trying to stay awake."

You stand up straight, causing your still-buzzing phone to fall to the floor.

"I'm gonna go make a coffee," you announce.

In your scramble to pick up your phone, you knock your chair over and onto the floor. Damnit, stop making such a scene.

You scurry away, trying desperately to silence your phone. Unfortunately, the last thing you had pulled up was... well, cock.

With a yelp, you turn and duck into the nearest bathroom, praying no one saw your screen.

Once you finally have some level of privacy, standing in a cramped bathroom stall, you start to look over your 50+ notifications from Derek.

He's been sending you messages all afternoon, mostly nonsense texts, with nudes interspersed between them.

11am:

Babe? Baaaaabe. Babe I miss you Come home When is work over

12pm:

Are you ignoring me? Babe I got a new robe Do you wanna see Baby

[A short video of Derek in his robe]

He starts the video making a concerned face at the camera, muttering to himself. Once he realizes it's recording, he sets it down on the bathroom counter and takes a few steps back, showing off his robe.

It's green silk with gold trim, and a gold tie around the waist. He takes a hit of his vape and does a quick 360, twirling for the camera.

"You like it?" He asks, beaming and carding a hand through his blonde curls.

He stares at the camera for a minute, seemingly waiting for a response, before snapping out of it and reaching to turn it off.

"Sorry. Just smoked a few." he mumbles, and the video ends.

1pm:

Babeeeee I need youuu Come home already Come sit on my lap

[A picture of Derek's lap]

He's still wearing the robe, and his hand is wrapped around his hard cock through the thin silk fabric. No skin is showing, but you can clearly see the familiar outline of his dick.

2pm:

Fuck If you don't come home soon I'm dying asjkdakdjha skdjhfskjdh aksjdkadjs Baby Can I send you Pics Baby asdasjdghask It misses you

[A shakily-recorded video of Derek from the waist down.]

He tugs at the golden strip of silk tied around his waist, slowly unravelling the loose knot.

Eventually it completely falls away, and his rope opens, exposing himself completely for the camera. His dick is standing at attention, twitching and leaking pre-cum down his shaft.

The video pans to his face again, and he absentmindedly gnaws at the end of his vape. Sweat drips down his forehead and he mumbles out a plea you're unable to hear with your volume off. The video ends.

2:30pm:

Baby Oh my God I can't wait Come home Looking at your old pics again Miss you so muchh Fuck work I need you

[A short close-up video of Derek's cock]

He's in bed, his animal-print bedsheets peeking through his legs as he lies back and strokes his cock. Slowly, he bucks his hips up into his hand, clearly trying not to finish just yet. You recognize this as the video from earlier, the one you opened at your desk.

2:45pm:

YOU OPENED IT BABE ARE YOU IGNORING ME BABY I'm so hard right now Please Fuck Fuck Fuck I need you to sit on me Please asajshdas hdsjdhfahd asdasjdk sljkdfls Answer Please Babyyyy

You blink at your screen, finally reaching the bottom of Derek's endless sea of messages. Fuck. You really should be angry with him, but he's so goddamn hot when he's needy.

Not that he needs to know that.

Is this what you do all day while I'm at work? Get high and play dress-up?

FUCK Babe Don't go or I'll die Please

I still have two hours of work left, Derek.

You wouldn't need to work if you'd just move in with me already <3

Your house scares me. No one should be exposed to that much animal print.

I'll buy us a new one. Just come home, pleaseee?

This bastard. He isn't going to give up, is he? You glance at the time, and bite your lip. Maybe you could make up the two hours later? Work overtime this weekend?

Babe?

I'm here. Brat.

Are you on your way over?

Yeah. I'll be home in ten.

Suddenly you feel very, very sick. Too sick to work. You explain this to your boss, who shoos you off and tells you to go home.

One thought plays over and over in your mind as you pack your things and scurry to the car...

Derek better still be wearing that slutty little robe when you see him.

#josh hutcherson #jhutch #derek danforth #josh hutcherson x reader #the beekeeper #derek danforth x reader #josh hutcherson x you #derek danforth x you #derek danforth smut #i stopped writing one smut and switched to writing this one #hope y'all are happy #derek is such a brat #i stand by that #hes literally so silly

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#requests #yes jaren #he knows whats up #it is the best rom com of all time #i stand by that #omg how cute are they? #goals #perfection #when harry met sally #never have i ever #love this for them #nhie #Jaren Lewison #maitreyi ramakrishnan #benvi #ben x devi #devi x ben #ben gross #devi vishwakumar #love #gif #gifs #gifset

[heretherebedork]

This man is so babygirl it's almost painful. Just look at him. He leans in after telling him all about his tragic past and goes for the sweetest kiss because he was offered support and if that isn't just pure babygirl, then what is? What is more babygirl than serious trauma and seeking healing in a kiss with a soft boy that can bend you over and show you what he means?

#pit babe the series #pit babe #babe x charlie #babecharlie #charliebabe #charlie x babe #thai bl #thai series #bl series #thai drama #thaibl #thai bl series #asian lgbtq dramas #asianlgbtqdramas #thai bl drama #bl drama #the msot baby girl coded character yet #i stand by that

[buff-borf-bork]

Behold! a rat!

#welcome home #is this the best joke to make from that? no #but tis the first thing that popped into my mind so #the second ones good tho #wally is a good egg #even if he's evil #i stand by that

[elliespeach]

what do u mean she slaughtered a whole city.. my pookie bear angel muffin cake pop schnookums would never do that … ://

#and if she did she’s innocent #i stand by that #ellie williams

[krasnyel]

greg not being able to form a normal relationship with any woman that he’s met, backing off as soon as they show enough interest in him for them to become a thing. greg not wanting to mention whether or not he ‘rummaged to fruition’ with the girl he’s just met. greg being constantly reminded of his gay father, and how, in the roy’s perspective, being gay meant him leaving his family for nothing more than just to have sexual intercourses with other men. there’s only one woman greg can be in a life-long relationship with, and her name is repression

#i stand by that #succession #greg hirsch #tomgreg #krasnyel post

[nyipi]

"You want my cat? You're gonna have to f̷̮̄ṳ̵̓c̵̞͊k̵̗̕i̶̖̓n̵͍̾g̶͔͘ ̶͈̀ KILL ME."

.// Alastor's Millie moment when Husk gets abducted by some wannabe Overlord trying to collect unpaid debts

in my head, this happens before they were even contract-bound to each other lol. to alastor, husk has always been that tomcat he picked up from the streets of the entertainment district.

#nyipi art #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #radiohusk #helluva boss #helluva millie #alastor x husk #best thing to come out of the pre-amazon prime fandom is the headcanon that Alastor is a cat lover #i stand by that

[mxtxfanatic]

Probably the stupidest, most reckless but undeniably bravest thing Mu Qing did in the entire novel was coming forward to Xie Lian with the truth about the missing golden foil.

#tgcf #yes yes i know i shit on the man all the time #and it is 100% deserved #i stand by that #but he wasn’t always a shitty 800-year-old manbaby #once he was a child with principles #THAT is his potential as a person #like imagine you are the child of a man who your government had to EXECUTE #and you have been put in a position where coming forward about something #would have you dubbed a thief TO THE VERY GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO ALSO EXECUTED YOUR FATHER #who would have the courage to still come forward and just be *honest*? #mu qing who struggles with honesty on a GOOD day made that call #he didn’t know xie lian at that time for shit #and EVERYONE knew of qi rong as an absolute menace #he had NO reason to believe he’d come out of that situation unscathed #yet still! #against all the odds #and all common sense #HE WAS REWARDED!

[thebibutterflyao3]

While minorly editing one of my favourite published fics, The Catfish & The King, I came across my response to a comment about Barty and giggled like a fool.

“He’s here, he’s queer, and making it everyone’s problem.”

#I stand by that #he’s barely even in this fic and still rotting my brain #fic: the catfish & the king #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior

[local-redhead-bookworm]

I will never stop saying this, Billy was 100% justified in rocking Steve’s shit that night at the Byers house. If I had moved to the middle of nowhere, heard about this one kid who went missing and reappeared under mysterious circumstances, got hit on by someone old enough to be my parent, then rolled up to where my younger sibling was, that was also the place that the mystery kid lived, and the place looked like a disaster, and someone lied to me about my sibling being there with a group of boys and no adults in sight and a teen boy who absolutely should not be there under normal circumstances, I would have started swinging too. And it would have ended far worse for Steve if I had been swinging.

#billy hargrove #I don’t care if this is coherent #i will not apologize #billy was 100% in the right for beating up a dude he thought was preying on his sister #I stand by that #I’m done bending over backwards to apologize for him

[onehundredflamingos]

@jegulus-microfic

23 / wash / 421 words

“James!” Regulus called from inside the front door. He didn’t know if he should laugh at the absurdity of what James was doing, or be embarrassed that all of their neighbors were probably watching. “James, what are you doing?”

“Huh?” James called back over the loud music. “I thought you wanted me to wash the car!”

Regulus stepped outside, not wanting to keep shouting over the stereo.

“Yeah but why are you —,” Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. “James, you’re not wearing any clothes.”

James looked down at himself before looking back up to meet Regulus’ eyes. “Yes, I am, this is a swimsuit!”

“For who? A six year-old?”

“Aw, Reg, you don’t like my Speedo?” He ran his hand along the front, brushing soap suds everywhere, a pout on his perfect lips.

Regulus shook his head, biting back a smile. “No, I don’t,” he lied.

“What about… when I do this?” James asked, grabbing the sponge out of the soap bucket and leaning over the hood of the car. He reached as far forward as he could, standing on his tiptoes and stretching out to wash the window.

Regulus sat down on the front steps, staring at James’ ass the entire time. He decided he may as well sit and enjoy the show, if James was so intent on putting one on. “You look like you’re in a music video!”

James immediately began shaking his ass in time to the music, and Regulus let out a startled laugh as he looked across the street to see if any of their neighbors were busy peeking their heads out their windows.

James beamed, knowing that he got Regulus to laugh — the way he always lit up when Regulus was happy — and climbed up onto the car, this time leaning back, rubbing the sponge down his chest and stomach, covering his entire body in suds. He writhed on the car, singing along to whatever song was on, Regulus sitting back to watch for as long as he could manage.

“Let’s go,” Regulus said suddenly, putting his hand out for James to take. James looked perplexed for just a split second before registering the heat in Regulus’ gaze. He clasped his hand in Regulus’ and allowed himself to be pulled down off the car.

“You want me to wash you next, babe?” James asked with a smirk, tossing the sponge back into the bucket.

Regulus led James back into the house and straight to the tub.

“Something like that.”

#james WOULD wash a car in a Speedo #I stand by that #and Reg would be embarrassed #up until he was rightfully turned on #jegulus #james x regulus #jegulus microfic #marauders era #starchaser #marauders fanfiction #soft jegulus

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Favorite Otps/Pairings: Harry Burns & Sally Albright (When Harry Met Sally) "I've been doin' a lot of thinkin', and the thing is, I love you. What? I love you. How'd you expect me to respond to this? How about you love me, too? How about I'm leaving? Doesn't what I said mean anything?Sorry, Harry. I know it's New Year's Eve, I know you're feeling lonely, but you just can't show up, say you love me and expect that to make it all right. It doesn't work this way. Well, how does it work? I don't know, but not this way. Then how about this way?I love that you get cold when it's 71 out. I love that it takes you 1 1/2 hours to order a sandwich. I love that you get a crinkle here when you look at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend a day with you I smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I wanna talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely or because it's New Year's Eve. I came cause when you realize you wanna spend the rest of your life with someone you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. You see? That is just like you, Harry. You say things like that and you make it impossible for me to hate you! And I hate you, Harry. I really hate you.I hate you. What does this song mean? My whole life, I don't know. "Should auld acquaintance be forgot" - should we forget old acquaintances? Or if we forget them, should we remember them? Which is not possible cause we already forgot 'em! Maybe it just means we should remember that we forgot them, or something. Anyway, it's about old friends. The first time we met we hated each other. No, I hated you. The second time we met, you didn't even remember me. I did, too!I remembered you. The third time we met we became friends. We were friends for a long time. And then we weren't. And then we fell in love.Three months later we got married. It only took three months."

#favorite pairings #harry burns #sally albright #when harry met sally #movie #movies #filmedit #filmedits #only the best rom com in the entire world #i stand by that #rom com #romantic comedy #love #gif #gifs #gifset #meg ryan #billy crystal #cute things #so romantic

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Dear John | 141 Reacts to You Breaking Up with Them with a Letter

Almost all angst, sorry not sorry

Ghost

He wasn’t surprised, honestly thought it would happen sooner. He came home after being away for almost eight months, with very little contact with you. Your shared flat was dark when he got there. He knew the moment he saw the letter on the dining table what had happened. He didn’t try to reach out, he didn’t want to hurt you and it honestly hurt too much for him too. He kept an eye on you, checking up on you from a distance. He knew he could never give you everything you wanted or needed and wanted to make sure you found someone who did. 

Soap

Didn’t read it for three days after coming home. He slept on the couch, the bed didn’t even smell like you anymore. A couple of drunken voicemails later, you agreed to meet to talk in person. It didn’t go well. You were crying and he was trying hard not to. You eventually agreed to go your separate ways. He didn’t tell anyone you’d broken up for months, just lied to his mates about how busy you were with work or school. His maw loved you and he didn’t know how to tell her. He didn’t want to admit to himself you were gone. Had lots of random hook-ups until his next deployment but it wasn’t you. 

Price

It wasn’t the first one he’d ever gotten. The disappointment still hung heavy in his heart. He didn’t bother reading it, just tossed it in the garbage. He drank, a lot. Went through a lot of cigars too (the neighbours complained about the smell). He went scorched earth, deleting your number, blocking you on everything, and throwing out anything that reminded him of you. He’d hoped you could hold on a little bit longer so he could show how ready he was to commit to you. He still has the ring he wanted to give you buried in the back of his sock drawer.

Gaz

He called you immediately, just wanting to make sure you had a safe place to stay. He asked if the two of you could talk it out. You spent several hours at your local cafe, your previous favorite date spot. It was painful but you were both open with each other about what you wanted. You agreed to a break, and he offered to let you stay at the flat and he’d move out for the time being (didn’t ask Price about sleeping on his couch beforehand). You’re not sure where to go from here but you’re open to getting back together. You both need to work on things but you still care about each other, just not sure in what way yet.

#Low key Gaz would have the most mature response #I stand by that #cod imagines #call of duty mw2 #cod mwii #cod mw22 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #captain john price #Captain John Price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #Kyle Gaz garrick x reader #task force 141

[butmakeitgayblog]

ADC in black dresses > white (table cloth dresses). It's the Lexa aesthetic, her being in dark colours is 🥵

Ok so, if we're talking head-to-head with the tablecloth dress?

Yes, absolutely.

BUT, I raise you this number

Lexa aesthetic? Depends on the au. Rivals the black? Biiiiiitch it just may

#anon #in all fairness they're two very different styles but still #*bites fist* #was this the dress that inspired the boba comment? i think it was #i stand by that

[dolce-peach]

soft and honeyed

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader

summary: you and obi-wan are frequent battle partners during the clone wars. after a battle, the two of you head back to the jedi temple for some much needed rest -- and a much needed bath.

warnings: just obi being soft, implied nudity but nothing too graphic sorry

a/n: my obi-wan obsession has resurfaced 😆 pls enjoy this lil blurb of fluff and comfort bc THE MAN NEEDS IT 🥺😭 also feel free to leave some requests if you want, as i'm literally drowning in my obi feels LMAO 🥲

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You sat down heavily in your seat, a sigh surfacing as you sank into the mostly unforgiving cushion, but to you, it was the most comfort you had in weeks. Feeling the cool air of the cruiser’s interior as it sped through cold space, you quickly realized you were so used to the planet's rather warm and humid atmosphere.

A familiar presence settled in the seat beside you. Obi-Wan. You glanced over to see his eyes closed with exhaustion.

He was a determined fighter, often pushing his energy past the limit. It was often your job to make sure he didn’t overwork himself, but you didn’t mind. Something about you mothering him was like therapy for you.

“Get some rest,” he said, his eyes still closed.

You smiled, fixing your gaze on the grey ceiling. “Watching you rest is good enough for me. Besides, I don’t sleep well in space.”

He chuckled. “I’m sure you’ll sleep for days when we get back to the temple.”

“That’s if we’re not shipped off somewhere else,” you lamented. “Do you think home has changed?”

You could almost feel his brow furrow. “Changed? In the course of a few weeks?” he said. “I doubt it. Home could actually do with some change. I bet they still haven’t fixed the flood in the ladies’ bathroom.”

Groaning, you elbowed him. “All I want is a bath. If it’s still flooded, I’m blaming you.”

It was light banter like this that got you through those weeks, and even the battles before that. It seemed like only yesterday the two of you were made Jedi knights and quickly charged head on into a war no one was ready for.

Not that you weren’t ready. You had been ready to face the trials for a while, but because nearly the entirety of the Jedi Temple seemed to be recruited, you felt unsteady suddenly being knighted. You were sure Obi-Wan felt the same, defeating a Sith lord and then being burdened with the responsibility of a Padawan.

The two of you heavily relied on each other to watch each other’s backs, and keep each other sane. Being engulfed in battles all the time was enough to make your head spin. The sound of blasters that always seemed to frighten you became white noise.

When you finally arrived back at the temple to debrief with the Council, you felt yourself relax a little as you walked through the halls. But at the thought of standing in a meeting room for at least an hour, you sighed.

The work was never done.

“Do we have to go see the Council?” you rhetorically asked grumpily. “Can’t we just meet tomorrow?”

Obi-Wan gave you a nod. “You can go wash up. I’ll give the report.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

He sighed. “Well, you did save my life at the end there...again.”

“I suppose I did,” you laughed. “That makes five, I believe.”

Rubbing his beard in thought, he smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. “Right. Five.”

You flashed a wide grin. “Well...if you insist on debriefing with the Council alone, then I guess I’ll get a head start on some much needed rest.” You playfully saluted. “See you around, General.”

The Jedi master nodded, his funny crooked grin appearing through his beard as he echoed the greeting. “General.”

Excitement filled you as you sped through the halls to your room to gather some things for a bath. It was a silly thing to be thrilled over, but if there was one thing you learned, take advantage of the tiny joys while you can.

And you knew you were going to enjoy it.

Humming while you practically skipped to the communal bathroom, you stopped dead in your tracks as you felt still water beneath your bare feet. You lifted your gaze to see the sunlight falling through the windows, reflecting on the water that covered the large tub and the floor surrounding it.

You could almost hear Obi-Wan’s laughter as you stood there, frozen and dejected.

You made a mental note to strangle him later.

With another heavy sigh, you walked out across the hall to the men’s room, fuming. You couldn’t care less if anyone was in the room. To your pleasant surprise, there wasn’t a single soul.

It wasn’t long before you filled the tub with scalding water and plenty of bubbles.

Sinking into the bath was by far the best feeling in your life. You wasted no time scrubbing layers of dirt and grime from your skin before you closed your eyes and lay in the tub, letting the steam fog the air.

“So I take it the other room’s still flooded.”

As you opened your eyes, Obi-Wan stood above you. “You and I both know that I desperately need this bath.” You crinkled your nose in annoyance. “Don’t forget, I still blame you.”

“Oh, I know,” he mused.

To your surprise, he began to undo his belt before shrugging off his robes, revealing his rather lean figure. He’d always been a rather conservative person ever since he was a youngling, but you guessed that living together in the most unpredictable circumstances made him more comfortable around you.

Scars carved his shoulders like constellations, including some new flesh wounds from flying shrapnel and rogue bullets. You admired his torso for another moment before closing your eyes, letting the heat of the water soak through your skin.

You could hear him shuffle and kick his boots off before joining you in the tub with a quiet splash.

Looking over, you saw him sink further into the water with a groan. “Too hot?” you asked.

He shook his head with a content smile. “It’s perfect.”

You smiled, gathering your robes. “I’ll leave you to it, then. The Council would have a fit if they knew I was in here.”

“Let them,” Obi-Wan replied, preoccupied with bubbles. “Just stay and rest. You deserve it.” He flashed a quick wink. “It’s not like anything’s going on.”

“Who are you, and what have you done with Obi-Wan Kenobi?” you laughed. You hesitated before settling back in the water again. “Speaking of the Council, how was the meeting?”

His blue gaze flitted towards you. “Oh, nothing exciting. They seemed pleased,” he sighed. “They’re thinking of sending us elsewhere in a few days.”

“Of course,” you said, giving a bitter smile. “We’re in the middle of a war. We haven’t the time for anything else anymore.” You leaned your head against the edge of the tub, your gaze on the window above. “This was never supposed to happen. I mean look at us, we’re military leaders now.” You shook your head. “I wish it would just end soon.”

He inhaled deeply. “Me too.”

You turned back to look at him before you found yourself rubbing spots of dirt and grime away on his cheek. He seemed to melt into your touch, closing his eyes as your thumb found more marks on his forehead. Your touch was soothing and rhythmic.

You stifled a laugh, earning a small, somewhat annoyed, “What?”

“You’d think you rolled down a rocky hill into a pile of dirt, not battled thousands of droids,” you said, your thumb brushing over his brow to the top of his cheekbone. “You’re filthy, General.”

“I apologize for war not being more of a...civilized matter.”

Shaking your head, you began tracing his features with your fingers. The edges of his beard felt prickly under the pads of your fingers as you wiped away some bubbles.

“For what it’s worth, you’re doing the best you can,” you murmured.

His lips twitched into a thin smile. “You too.” His voice was soft and rather scratchy from yelling orders through explosions. “This will all be over soon, and we’ll all go back to living normal lives.”

“Normal,” you scoffed, nudging his bare shoulder. “We’re Jedi. We’re far from normal.”

His eyes followed your hands as you grabbed a sponge and your body scrub and began scrubbing his arms. He could feel your anxiety fading away with each scrub, almost like cleaning him was the therapy you needed.

He was infatuated with you, the way your skin glistened with steam. Your expression was relaxed and flushed from the heat, even more calm than when you slept. His head spun at the thought of smelling like you.

As he turned so you could scrub his back, massaging his muscles as you went, he couldn’t help but asking a question to fill the silence.

“Do you ever wish you weren’t a Jedi?”

Your motions stopped, and for a moment, panic made the blood drain from his face, thinking he asked the one question he shouldn’t have. When you continued, he let out a small breath.

“Sometimes,” you admitted softly. “But it’s honestly been so long, I can’t see myself doing anything else. After all, we were raised here.”

He knew how you felt.

He echoed your answer in his head. Sometimes.

Maybe in a different universe, you’d be happy in the countryside on a distant planet, far from the problems of the Republic. You’d eventually settle down with a family, children perhaps, or maybe you’d live your life alone with nothing but nature for company.

Or maybe you’d still be in the middle of all the action. You’d fight and fight until there was nothing left to fight for. Peace would prevail.

Sensing his mind in a haze, you leaned over his shoulder, gently pressing yourself into him. Your chin settled over his broad shoulder and collarbone, with his beard just missing your cheek. “What’re you thinking about?”

He stiffened at your touch before relaxing. “Hypotheticals.”

You let out a soft laugh, wrapping your arms around him. “As per usual.” He could feel you smiling as your lips brushed his skin. “Learn to quiet your mind, General. Those thoughts won’t do you any good.”

He turned, facing you. Instead of shying away, you kept your eye contact, brushing his long locks back.

“I can’t help it,” he joked lightly. “Perhaps I’m in need of some guidance from a well-seasoned Jedi.”

You smiled. “You’re looking right at one.”

As he watched your smile widen, he fell into your gaze again. He knew there was no such thing as luck, but he also knew he was the luckiest man alive to have you by his side.

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[lumax-mayclair]

Logan reads before bed guys 🥹🧠

#Logan is intelligent #I stand by that #👩🏻‍⚖️👩🏻‍⚖️👩🏻‍⚖️👩🏻‍⚖️ #I just think that’s cute 🥰 #logan reese #zoey 102 #zoey 101 #matthew underwood #erin sanders #quinn pensky #quogan #quinn x logan #logan x quinn