uncalled for
summary: you get quite upset when poe "saves" your assigned mission by giving orders to your teams without consulting you; poe is determined to fix his mistake.
warnings: (public) arguing, talks of the future; family and having kids
tags: gn!reader, angst, being parents to bb8, fluff, this ends up being real sweet tbh
word count: 1.7k
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updates blog: @eyelessupdates
(uh yeah I'm back if you even noticed I was gone lol. I might just post this and disappear again for a little longer idk but anyways I'll explain the reason whenever I'm back for good; I'm okay don't worry, and I'm still gonna post fics don't worry it's nothing too serious fr)
It causes a disruption when you both barge into the hangar; despite the constant clattering and whirring of tools and material there, both your bitter shoutings have been overlapping the sounds ever since Poe started following you closely, right from the moment you hastily jumped out of your x wing to try to forget about the awful management of your mission that would probably cost you to never get to lead one again.Â
âIt was my call, not yoursâ you affirm bitterly, voice dripping with resentment, your steps heavy and hurried as you try to shake Poe off but he is anything if not persevering, so it only manages to piss you off even more and fuel your frustration. âI didnât need you to save my mission or whatever,â you exclaim, causing heads to turn as you walk across the large room, barely minding what is going on around you.Â
âI did because I knew it would work!â Poe tries to explain, still heeling you closely. âI wouldnât have done it if I wasnât sure it would be successfulâ he declares louder than he needs to, thrown off when you suddenly stop in your steps, turning to him.
âSo you think you can make decisions for me? You think I canât do it, canât command a mission correctly?â you rhetorically ask, revolted, sighing a profanity under your breath before you storm off again, your steps resonating with frustration. Poe sighs and winces before he follows you again, taking a hold of your arm.
âBabe come on you know thatâs notââ
You stop again, your patience running short. âYou had no right to encroach on my orders, I knew what I had to do, and you stepping in with your own instructions could have blown the whole mission up!â you call out, pressing a finger to his chest.Â
Itâs when you finally take a moment to take a look at his face that you realize it, what is going on; you are being the center of attention, the little show everyone stopped their current task to sit and watch, your every word carefully awaited by your unwanted audience.Â
You sigh softly, taking a moment to step back from the situation. âNow leave me alone before we embarrass ourselves further or before I tell you things I donât really mean just because Iâm angry and donât wanna talk to youâ you hiss softly before leaving Poe in the middle of the busy room where he watches you walk away, helplessly standing there.Â
When he looks around him, most people turn away and avert their gazes to pretend they havenât witnessed anything, and Poe is well too aware of the tension still lingering in the air even as you exit the room.
When Jessika climbs down from her ladder after watching the scene from her cockpit, BB-8 rolls over to her and chirps sadly, having observed yours and Poeâs argument from afar just like most of the hangar after his master went running after you. She kneels down to the droidâs level, giving him a sympathetic smile.
âThatâs gonna be fine Beebs, they always end up figuring it out somehowâ she affirms as the droidâs upper part sinks in distress accompanied by saddened beeps. Jessika canât help but smile fondly at him and his obvious concern, at the fact that he quite literally acts like you are his parents.
â
A few hours have passed when Poe joins you again; you don't notice him at first, having made sure to get focused enough on your paperwork to forget about the whole situation and try to ease the frustration within you. It's only when you put your datapad down that you see him leaning against the door frame.
âYou're so pretty when you're focusedâ he smiles gently when your eyes meet his figure, causing you to roll your eyes and reluctantly smile at his words despite your lingering frustration.Â
âIâm still mad at you,â you sigh softly as you try to hide your slight smirk, gaze darting back down to enter numbers into your datapad.
He acknowledges your feelings with a nod, his lips pressed together in a tight line. âI know.â he admits, stepping into the room. âThatâs why Iâm hereâ You look back up at him, taking a deep breath as you set your datapad aside; despite the fact that everything he did since you wrapped your mission up got on your nerves, deep down you only wish for this to situation to get figured out and eventually be behind the both of you. You join him in front of your desk, leaning against it.
âI knew what I was doing. I was handling itâ you affirm before he even gets the chance to do so much as open his mouth.
He holds a hand up to slow you down. âI know,â he nods understandingly. âI shouldnât have redirected the plan, I should have trusted you. I was just afraid things would go wrong considering how it was all starting to go down so quicklyâ he explains. âI know I could have fucked it all up, everything you put in place so the mission could go rightâ you slightly tilt your head to the side in agreement.Â
âAnd I know my move was probably a lot more dangerous than the plan you had in mind to make everything right but you know I would never put you or our teams in danger, only myselfâ he declares with a concerned nod, causing your expression to soften. âYou, never. I would never risk it, no matter whatâ thereâs a soft frown over his face as his eyes flicker with sincerity, his confession making your heart ache as it hangs in the air before he talks again. âAnd I never doubted your ability to command a mission.âÂ
You nod with a heavy sigh, acknowledging his apology. âI should apologize too. I shouldn't have lashed out on you like that either.â you admit and nod sheepishly, reflecting on your impulsive behavior. âI really wanted this mission to go rightâ
âFor what itâs worth,â he starts with a small smile, trying to dissimulate a bigger one. âI talked about it with Leia and she thinks you did pretty goodâ his declaration doesnât fail to draw an appreciative smile from you, one that makes him mirror your action. âAnd she thinks we would work great togetherâ
âAnd I agree,â you reply, finally feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as the tension between you begins to dissipate. âWe do make a good team.â
Poeâs smile widens, relieved to see you loosen up a bit. âYeah, we doâ he agrees with a small huff, stepping closer to you. âI just hate seeing you so worked up.â
You chuckle softly, shaking your head. âI hate getting worked up,â you scoff.Â
âIâll try to think about it twice next time,â Poe promises, reaching out to gently take your hand in his. âI donât want to step on your toes or make you feel like I donât trust you or your judgment.â
Your fingers intertwine with his, the warmth of his touch calming you further. âWell Iâll try not to snap at you,â you promise in return, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as you let your head rest against his chest with a small, barely audible sigh. âEspecially not in front of everyone,â you mutter, earning an amused chuckle from him. You melt into his touch as he leans to press a gentle kiss over your forehead, his hand that is not holding yours coming to wrap around you.
It is only after you pull away from his embrace and leave a chaste kiss to his lips that the corner of your eye notices a sort of spy in the corner of the door frame.
âWhatâs he doing hereâÂ
Poe frowns before he turns around, huffing out a laugh when he notices BB-8 peeking out the door. âHow long have you been here?â he jokingly scolds his droid that fully reveals himself now that he has been caught. âYou know he doesnât like when we fightâ he softly sighs turning back to you, a mix of amusement and concern in his eyes before he looks at BB rolling over the both of you.
You shake your head, unable to suppress your smile at BB-8âs presence. âVery sweet of him to be looking out for us,â you start, reaching out to pat the droidâs dome affectionately. âBut maybe he should learn not to eavesdrop.â
BB-8 chirps playfully, obviously pleased with the attention, seemingly eager to be a part of the reconciliation.
Poe chuckles, kneeling down to scratch behind BB-8âs sensor with a fond smile. âYeah, yeah, weâll work on that,â he says before glancing back at you with a soft smile. âHe's our kid, heâs been worried sick about us, weren't you?â he turns to BB, who's beeping frantically in agreement.
You glance at him, then back at Poe, a softness settling in your chest at the sight of them together, your little family. âOur first kid, yeahâ you smile softly, heart fluttering inside your chest.
âFirst? Meaning there's gonna be more?â Poe asks with a playful smile, getting back on his feet. He raises his eyebrows as he awaits your response, and you both laugh at the sudden change of atmosphere as Poe wraps a hand around you before pressing a kiss to your temple.
You huff out a laugh at his quick jump to conclusion, âI don't know, you're a pretty good dad to this one,â you shrug.
âA couple hours ago I was dead to you and now we're talking having kidsâ he laughs into your hair, a teasing tone in his voice.Â
âYou werenât even close to being dead to me, youâre so dramatic Poeâ you declare with a small scoff, poking his chest lightly. âThatâs the reason Beebs loves you so muchâ you tease, making him huff out a laugh. âIâd say we should focus on surviving one parenting experience first,â you chuckle looking down at BB-8, nudging Poe playfully. âBut who knows what the future holds?â
Poe grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement as his arm grasps tighter around his hold on you. âAs long as I have you by my side, I'm up for anything babe.â
â
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do your autism ever act up and you're in an "in between" phase where you can't pick what to hyperfixate on. like there's a queue but brain doesn't want to decide what to treat first. just me? okay
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hiya, just wanted to check up on you, since you haven't been active in a sec. obviously it's none of my business, but I hope you're doing well :) sending my love xx
hey love I'm alright thank you for your concern it's really sweet<3
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so, if anyone cares: why I took a little break from tumblr and will probably take more
yapping under the cut
I've come to the point where tumblr felt like a business to me and I felt pressured by it all; I felt guity whenever I wouldn't be able to write or post anything and it would make me stressed out; you know it's bad when something you usually enjoy almost feels like an obligation. I would feel down whenever a fic wouldn't "do well" and I would get obsessed with numbers but I know my writer friends can relate; it gets real unmotivating when no one interacts with your fic when you put so much work into it. I still care about numbers and especially the feedback ratio but I know it's something I gotta work on (and sometimes accept my fate) if I don't wanna go crazy. that being said for the love of god please interact when you enjoy a fic because we can't know if you only leave a like
I also noticed I would get more creative when off of tumblr and it's probably linked to that pressure problem so... if I disappear again it's for my own good (and my creativity's)
I probably won't update you on what I'm currently writing and whenever I have a fic idea because I don't wanna give false hopes and promise you fics that might never come out. I tend to do that when I'm excited about it but then life happens and I'm currently still working on a fic I teased five months ago and I feel really bad about it so now I'll shut up until it's ready to be posted lol
at first I got tumblr only to have somewhere to "stock" my fics and I would just post them and disappear. good times tbh. obviously it won't be like that because I'm now a full tumblr citizen but I wanna go back to feeling that way and not feeling nervous asf when I post a fic
so uh yeah that's it<3 tbh it doesn't change much for you but yeah
new theme new me blablabla!!!!!!!
love u all sincerely thank you for everything, some of you are the reason I keep writing
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uncalled for
summary: you get quite upset when poe "saves" your assigned mission by giving orders to your teams without consulting you; poe is determined to fix his mistake.
warnings: (public) arguing, talks of the future; family and having kids
tags: gn!reader, angst, being parents to bb8, fluff, this ends up being real sweet tbh
word count: 1.7k
masterlist | taglist | ao3
updates blog: @eyelessupdates
(uh yeah I'm back if you even noticed I was gone lol. I might just post this and disappear again for a little longer idk but anyways I'll explain the reason whenever I'm back for good; I'm okay don't worry, and I'm still gonna post fics don't worry it's nothing too serious fr)
It causes a disruption when you both barge into the hangar; despite the constant clattering and whirring of tools and material there, both your bitter shoutings have been overlapping the sounds ever since Poe started following you closely, right from the moment you hastily jumped out of your x wing to try to forget about the awful management of your mission that would probably cost you to never get to lead one again.Â
âIt was my call, not yoursâ you affirm bitterly, voice dripping with resentment, your steps heavy and hurried as you try to shake Poe off but he is anything if not persevering, so it only manages to piss you off even more and fuel your frustration. âI didnât need you to save my mission or whatever,â you exclaim, causing heads to turn as you walk across the large room, barely minding what is going on around you.Â
âI did because I knew it would work!â Poe tries to explain, still heeling you closely. âI wouldnât have done it if I wasnât sure it would be successfulâ he declares louder than he needs to, thrown off when you suddenly stop in your steps, turning to him.
âSo you think you can make decisions for me? You think I canât do it, canât command a mission correctly?â you rhetorically ask, revolted, sighing a profanity under your breath before you storm off again, your steps resonating with frustration. Poe sighs and winces before he follows you again, taking a hold of your arm.
âBabe come on you know thatâs notââ
You stop again, your patience running short. âYou had no right to encroach on my orders, I knew what I had to do, and you stepping in with your own instructions could have blown the whole mission up!â you call out, pressing a finger to his chest.Â
Itâs when you finally take a moment to take a look at his face that you realize it, what is going on; you are being the center of attention, the little show everyone stopped their current task to sit and watch, your every word carefully awaited by your unwanted audience.Â
You sigh softly, taking a moment to step back from the situation. âNow leave me alone before we embarrass ourselves further or before I tell you things I donât really mean just because Iâm angry and donât wanna talk to youâ you hiss softly before leaving Poe in the middle of the busy room where he watches you walk away, helplessly standing there.Â
When he looks around him, most people turn away and avert their gazes to pretend they havenât witnessed anything, and Poe is well too aware of the tension still lingering in the air even as you exit the room.
When Jessika climbs down from her ladder after watching the scene from her cockpit, BB-8 rolls over to her and chirps sadly, having observed yours and Poeâs argument from afar just like most of the hangar after his master went running after you. She kneels down to the droidâs level, giving him a sympathetic smile.
âThatâs gonna be fine Beebs, they always end up figuring it out somehowâ she affirms as the droidâs upper part sinks in distress accompanied by saddened beeps. Jessika canât help but smile fondly at him and his obvious concern, at the fact that he quite literally acts like you are his parents.
â
A few hours have passed when Poe joins you again; you don't notice him at first, having made sure to get focused enough on your paperwork to forget about the whole situation and try to ease the frustration within you. It's only when you put your datapad down that you see him leaning against the door frame.
âYou're so pretty when you're focusedâ he smiles gently when your eyes meet his figure, causing you to roll your eyes and reluctantly smile at his words despite your lingering frustration.Â
âIâm still mad at you,â you sigh softly as you try to hide your slight smirk, gaze darting back down to enter numbers into your datapad.
He acknowledges your feelings with a nod, his lips pressed together in a tight line. âI know.â he admits, stepping into the room. âThatâs why Iâm hereâ You look back up at him, taking a deep breath as you set your datapad aside; despite the fact that everything he did since you wrapped your mission up got on your nerves, deep down you only wish for this to situation to get figured out and eventually be behind the both of you. You join him in front of your desk, leaning against it.
âI knew what I was doing. I was handling itâ you affirm before he even gets the chance to do so much as open his mouth.
He holds a hand up to slow you down. âI know,â he nods understandingly. âI shouldnât have redirected the plan, I should have trusted you. I was just afraid things would go wrong considering how it was all starting to go down so quicklyâ he explains. âI know I could have fucked it all up, everything you put in place so the mission could go rightâ you slightly tilt your head to the side in agreement.Â
âAnd I know my move was probably a lot more dangerous than the plan you had in mind to make everything right but you know I would never put you or our teams in danger, only myselfâ he declares with a concerned nod, causing your expression to soften. âYou, never. I would never risk it, no matter whatâ thereâs a soft frown over his face as his eyes flicker with sincerity, his confession making your heart ache as it hangs in the air before he talks again. âAnd I never doubted your ability to command a mission.âÂ
You nod with a heavy sigh, acknowledging his apology. âI should apologize too. I shouldn't have lashed out on you like that either.â you admit and nod sheepishly, reflecting on your impulsive behavior. âI really wanted this mission to go rightâ
âFor what itâs worth,â he starts with a small smile, trying to dissimulate a bigger one. âI talked about it with Leia and she thinks you did pretty goodâ his declaration doesnât fail to draw an appreciative smile from you, one that makes him mirror your action. âAnd she thinks we would work great togetherâ
âAnd I agree,â you reply, finally feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as the tension between you begins to dissipate. âWe do make a good team.â
Poeâs smile widens, relieved to see you loosen up a bit. âYeah, we doâ he agrees with a small huff, stepping closer to you. âI just hate seeing you so worked up.â
You chuckle softly, shaking your head. âI hate getting worked up,â you scoff.Â
âIâll try to think about it twice next time,â Poe promises, reaching out to gently take your hand in his. âI donât want to step on your toes or make you feel like I donât trust you or your judgment.â
Your fingers intertwine with his, the warmth of his touch calming you further. âWell Iâll try not to snap at you,â you promise in return, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as you let your head rest against his chest with a small, barely audible sigh. âEspecially not in front of everyone,â you mutter, earning an amused chuckle from him. You melt into his touch as he leans to press a gentle kiss over your forehead, his hand that is not holding yours coming to wrap around you.
It is only after you pull away from his embrace and leave a chaste kiss to his lips that the corner of your eye notices a sort of spy in the corner of the door frame.
âWhatâs he doing hereâÂ
Poe frowns before he turns around, huffing out a laugh when he notices BB-8 peeking out the door. âHow long have you been here?â he jokingly scolds his droid that fully reveals himself now that he has been caught. âYou know he doesnât like when we fightâ he softly sighs turning back to you, a mix of amusement and concern in his eyes before he looks at BB rolling over the both of you.
You shake your head, unable to suppress your smile at BB-8âs presence. âVery sweet of him to be looking out for us,â you start, reaching out to pat the droidâs dome affectionately. âBut maybe he should learn not to eavesdrop.â
BB-8 chirps playfully, obviously pleased with the attention, seemingly eager to be a part of the reconciliation.
Poe chuckles, kneeling down to scratch behind BB-8âs sensor with a fond smile. âYeah, yeah, weâll work on that,â he says before glancing back at you with a soft smile. âHe's our kid, heâs been worried sick about us, weren't you?â he turns to BB, who's beeping frantically in agreement.
You glance at him, then back at Poe, a softness settling in your chest at the sight of them together, your little family. âOur first kid, yeahâ you smile softly, heart fluttering inside your chest.
âFirst? Meaning there's gonna be more?â Poe asks with a playful smile, getting back on his feet. He raises his eyebrows as he awaits your response, and you both laugh at the sudden change of atmosphere as Poe wraps a hand around you before pressing a kiss to your temple.
You huff out a laugh at his quick jump to conclusion, âI don't know, you're a pretty good dad to this one,â you shrug.
âA couple hours ago I was dead to you and now we're talking having kidsâ he laughs into your hair, a teasing tone in his voice.Â
âYou werenât even close to being dead to me, youâre so dramatic Poeâ you declare with a small scoff, poking his chest lightly. âThatâs the reason Beebs loves you so muchâ you tease, making him huff out a laugh. âIâd say we should focus on surviving one parenting experience first,â you chuckle looking down at BB-8, nudging Poe playfully. âBut who knows what the future holds?â
Poe grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement as his arm grasps tighter around his hold on you. âAs long as I have you by my side, I'm up for anything babe.â
â
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so real I'd give him as many kids he wants giving birth is nothingggg anything for you babe
god I KNOW I saw the gif and immediately went yep its the one. perfect
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uncalled for
summary: you get quite upset when poe "saves" your assigned mission by giving orders to your teams without consulting you; poe is determined to fix his mistake.
warnings: (public) arguing, talks of the future; family and having kids
tags: gn!reader, angst, being parents to bb8, fluff, this ends up being real sweet tbh
word count: 1.7k
masterlist | taglist | ao3
updates blog: @eyelessupdates
(uh yeah I'm back if you even noticed I was gone lol. I might just post this and disappear again for a little longer idk but anyways I'll explain the reason whenever I'm back for good; I'm okay don't worry, and I'm still gonna post fics don't worry it's nothing too serious fr)
It causes a disruption when you both barge into the hangar; despite the constant clattering and whirring of tools and material there, both your bitter shoutings have been overlapping the sounds ever since Poe started following you closely, right from the moment you hastily jumped out of your x wing to try to forget about the awful management of your mission that would probably cost you to never get to lead one again.Â
âIt was my call, not yoursâ you affirm bitterly, voice dripping with resentment, your steps heavy and hurried as you try to shake Poe off but he is anything if not persevering, so it only manages to piss you off even more and fuel your frustration. âI didnât need you to save my mission or whatever,â you exclaim, causing heads to turn as you walk across the large room, barely minding what is going on around you.Â
âI did because I knew it would work!â Poe tries to explain, still heeling you closely. âI wouldnât have done it if I wasnât sure it would be successfulâ he declares louder than he needs to, thrown off when you suddenly stop in your steps, turning to him.
âSo you think you can make decisions for me? You think I canât do it, canât command a mission correctly?â you rhetorically ask, revolted, sighing a profanity under your breath before you storm off again, your steps resonating with frustration. Poe sighs and winces before he follows you again, taking a hold of your arm.
âBabe come on you know thatâs notââ
You stop again, your patience running short. âYou had no right to encroach on my orders, I knew what I had to do, and you stepping in with your own instructions could have blown the whole mission up!â you call out, pressing a finger to his chest.Â
Itâs when you finally take a moment to take a look at his face that you realize it, what is going on; you are being the center of attention, the little show everyone stopped their current task to sit and watch, your every word carefully awaited by your unwanted audience.Â
You sigh softly, taking a moment to step back from the situation. âNow leave me alone before we embarrass ourselves further or before I tell you things I donât really mean just because Iâm angry and donât wanna talk to youâ you hiss softly before leaving Poe in the middle of the busy room where he watches you walk away, helplessly standing there.Â
When he looks around him, most people turn away and avert their gazes to pretend they havenât witnessed anything, and Poe is well too aware of the tension still lingering in the air even as you exit the room.
When Jessika climbs down from her ladder after watching the scene from her cockpit, BB-8 rolls over to her and chirps sadly, having observed yours and Poeâs argument from afar just like most of the hangar after his master went running after you. She kneels down to the droidâs level, giving him a sympathetic smile.
âThatâs gonna be fine Beebs, they always end up figuring it out somehowâ she affirms as the droidâs upper part sinks in distress accompanied by saddened beeps. Jessika canât help but smile fondly at him and his obvious concern, at the fact that he quite literally acts like you are his parents.
â
A few hours have passed when Poe joins you again; you don't notice him at first, having made sure to get focused enough on your paperwork to forget about the whole situation and try to ease the frustration within you. It's only when you put your datapad down that you see him leaning against the door frame.
âYou're so pretty when you're focusedâ he smiles gently when your eyes meet his figure, causing you to roll your eyes and reluctantly smile at his words despite your lingering frustration.Â
âIâm still mad at you,â you sigh softly as you try to hide your slight smirk, gaze darting back down to enter numbers into your datapad.
He acknowledges your feelings with a nod, his lips pressed together in a tight line. âI know.â he admits, stepping into the room. âThatâs why Iâm hereâ You look back up at him, taking a deep breath as you set your datapad aside; despite the fact that everything he did since you wrapped your mission up got on your nerves, deep down you only wish for this to situation to get figured out and eventually be behind the both of you. You join him in front of your desk, leaning against it.
âI knew what I was doing. I was handling itâ you affirm before he even gets the chance to do so much as open his mouth.
He holds a hand up to slow you down. âI know,â he nods understandingly. âI shouldnât have redirected the plan, I should have trusted you. I was just afraid things would go wrong considering how it was all starting to go down so quicklyâ he explains. âI know I could have fucked it all up, everything you put in place so the mission could go rightâ you slightly tilt your head to the side in agreement.Â
âAnd I know my move was probably a lot more dangerous than the plan you had in mind to make everything right but you know I would never put you or our teams in danger, only myselfâ he declares with a concerned nod, causing your expression to soften. âYou, never. I would never risk it, no matter whatâ thereâs a soft frown over his face as his eyes flicker with sincerity, his confession making your heart ache as it hangs in the air before he talks again. âAnd I never doubted your ability to command a mission.âÂ
You nod with a heavy sigh, acknowledging his apology. âI should apologize too. I shouldn't have lashed out on you like that either.â you admit and nod sheepishly, reflecting on your impulsive behavior. âI really wanted this mission to go rightâ
âFor what itâs worth,â he starts with a small smile, trying to dissimulate a bigger one. âI talked about it with Leia and she thinks you did pretty goodâ his declaration doesnât fail to draw an appreciative smile from you, one that makes him mirror your action. âAnd she thinks we would work great togetherâ
âAnd I agree,â you reply, finally feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as the tension between you begins to dissipate. âWe do make a good team.â
Poeâs smile widens, relieved to see you loosen up a bit. âYeah, we doâ he agrees with a small huff, stepping closer to you. âI just hate seeing you so worked up.â
You chuckle softly, shaking your head. âI hate getting worked up,â you scoff.Â
âIâll try to think about it twice next time,â Poe promises, reaching out to gently take your hand in his. âI donât want to step on your toes or make you feel like I donât trust you or your judgment.â
Your fingers intertwine with his, the warmth of his touch calming you further. âWell Iâll try not to snap at you,â you promise in return, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as you let your head rest against his chest with a small, barely audible sigh. âEspecially not in front of everyone,â you mutter, earning an amused chuckle from him. You melt into his touch as he leans to press a gentle kiss over your forehead, his hand that is not holding yours coming to wrap around you.
It is only after you pull away from his embrace and leave a chaste kiss to his lips that the corner of your eye notices a sort of spy in the corner of the door frame.
âWhatâs he doing hereâÂ
Poe frowns before he turns around, huffing out a laugh when he notices BB-8 peeking out the door. âHow long have you been here?â he jokingly scolds his droid that fully reveals himself now that he has been caught. âYou know he doesnât like when we fightâ he softly sighs turning back to you, a mix of amusement and concern in his eyes before he looks at BB rolling over the both of you.
You shake your head, unable to suppress your smile at BB-8âs presence. âVery sweet of him to be looking out for us,â you start, reaching out to pat the droidâs dome affectionately. âBut maybe he should learn not to eavesdrop.â
BB-8 chirps playfully, obviously pleased with the attention, seemingly eager to be a part of the reconciliation.
Poe chuckles, kneeling down to scratch behind BB-8âs sensor with a fond smile. âYeah, yeah, weâll work on that,â he says before glancing back at you with a soft smile. âHe's our kid, heâs been worried sick about us, weren't you?â he turns to BB, who's beeping frantically in agreement.
You glance at him, then back at Poe, a softness settling in your chest at the sight of them together, your little family. âOur first kid, yeahâ you smile softly, heart fluttering inside your chest.
âFirst? Meaning there's gonna be more?â Poe asks with a playful smile, getting back on his feet. He raises his eyebrows as he awaits your response, and you both laugh at the sudden change of atmosphere as Poe wraps a hand around you before pressing a kiss to your temple.
You huff out a laugh at his quick jump to conclusion, âI don't know, you're a pretty good dad to this one,â you shrug.
âA couple hours ago I was dead to you and now we're talking having kidsâ he laughs into your hair, a teasing tone in his voice.Â
âYou werenât even close to being dead to me, youâre so dramatic Poeâ you declare with a small scoff, poking his chest lightly. âThatâs the reason Beebs loves you so muchâ you tease, making him huff out a laugh. âIâd say we should focus on surviving one parenting experience first,â you chuckle looking down at BB-8, nudging Poe playfully. âBut who knows what the future holds?â
Poe grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement as his arm grasps tighter around his hold on you. âAs long as I have you by my side, I'm up for anything babe.â
â
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summary: you get quite upset when poe "saves" your assigned mission by giving orders to your teams without consulting you; poe is determined to fix his mistake.
warnings: (public) arguing, talks of the future; family and having kids
tags: gn!reader, angst, being parents to bb8, fluff, this ends up being real sweet tbh
word count: 1.7k
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It causes a disruption when you both barge into the hangar; despite the constant clattering and whirring of tools and material there, both your bitter shoutings have been overlapping the sounds ever since Poe started following you closely, right from the moment you hastily jumped out of your x wing to try to forget about the awful management of your mission that would probably cost you to never get to lead one again.Â
âIt was my call, not yoursâ you affirm bitterly, voice dripping with resentment, your steps heavy and hurried as you try to shake Poe off but he is anything if not persevering, so it only manages to piss you off even more and fuel your frustration. âI didnât need you to save my mission or whatever,â you exclaim, causing heads to turn as you walk across the large room, barely minding what is going on around you.Â
âI did because I knew it would work!â Poe tries to explain, still heeling you closely. âI wouldnât have done it if I wasnât sure it would be successfulâ he declares louder than he needs to, thrown off when you suddenly stop in your steps, turning to him.
âSo you think you can make decisions for me? You think I canât do it, canât command a mission correctly?â you rhetorically ask, revolted, sighing a profanity under your breath before you storm off again, your steps resonating with frustration. Poe sighs and winces before he follows you again, taking a hold of your arm.
âBabe come on you know thatâs notââ
You stop again, your patience running short. âYou had no right to encroach on my orders, I knew what I had to do, and you stepping in with your own instructions could have blown the whole mission up!â you call out, pressing a finger to his chest.Â
Itâs when you finally take a moment to take a look at his face that you realize it, what is going on; you are being the center of attention, the little show everyone stopped their current task to sit and watch, your every word carefully awaited by your unwanted audience.Â
You sigh softly, taking a moment to step back from the situation. âNow leave me alone before we embarrass ourselves further or before I tell you things I donât really mean just because Iâm angry and donât wanna talk to youâ you hiss softly before leaving Poe in the middle of the busy room where he watches you walk away, helplessly standing there.Â
When he looks around him, most people turn away and avert their gazes to pretend they havenât witnessed anything, and Poe is well too aware of the tension still lingering in the air even as you exit the room.
When Jessika climbs down from her ladder after watching the scene from her cockpit, BB-8 rolls over to her and chirps sadly, having observed yours and Poeâs argument from afar just like most of the hangar after his master went running after you. She kneels down to the droidâs level, giving him a sympathetic smile.
âThatâs gonna be fine Beebs, they always end up figuring it out somehowâ she affirms as the droidâs upper part sinks in distress accompanied by saddened beeps. Jessika canât help but smile fondly at him and his obvious concern, at the fact that he quite literally acts like you are his parents.
â
A few hours have passed when Poe joins you again; you don't notice him at first, having made sure to get focused enough on your paperwork to forget about the whole situation and try to ease the frustration within you. It's only when you put your datapad down that you see him leaning against the door frame.
âYou're so pretty when you're focusedâ he smiles gently when your eyes meet his figure, causing you to roll your eyes and reluctantly smile at his words despite your lingering frustration.Â
âIâm still mad at you,â you sigh softly as you try to hide your slight smirk, gaze darting back down to enter numbers into your datapad.
He acknowledges your feelings with a nod, his lips pressed together in a tight line. âI know.â he admits, stepping into the room. âThatâs why Iâm hereâ You look back up at him, taking a deep breath as you set your datapad aside; despite the fact that everything he did since you wrapped your mission up got on your nerves, deep down you only wish for this to situation to get figured out and eventually be behind the both of you. You join him in front of your desk, leaning against it.
âI knew what I was doing. I was handling itâ you affirm before he even gets the chance to do so much as open his mouth.
He holds a hand up to slow you down. âI know,â he nods understandingly. âI shouldnât have redirected the plan, I should have trusted you. I was just afraid things would go wrong considering how it was all starting to go down so quicklyâ he explains. âI know I could have fucked it all up, everything you put in place so the mission could go rightâ you slightly tilt your head to the side in agreement.Â
âAnd I know my move was probably a lot more dangerous than the plan you had in mind to make everything right but you know I would never put you or our teams in danger, only myselfâ he declares with a concerned nod, causing your expression to soften. âYou, never. I would never risk it, no matter whatâ thereâs a soft frown over his face as his eyes flicker with sincerity, his confession making your heart ache as it hangs in the air before he talks again. âAnd I never doubted your ability to command a mission.âÂ
You nod with a heavy sigh, acknowledging his apology. âI should apologize too. I shouldn't have lashed out on you like that either.â you admit and nod sheepishly, reflecting on your impulsive behavior. âI really wanted this mission to go rightâ
âFor what itâs worth,â he starts with a small smile, trying to dissimulate a bigger one. âI talked about it with Leia and she thinks you did pretty goodâ his declaration doesnât fail to draw an appreciative smile from you, one that makes him mirror your action. âAnd she thinks we would work great togetherâ
âAnd I agree,â you reply, finally feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as the tension between you begins to dissipate. âWe do make a good team.â
Poeâs smile widens, relieved to see you loosen up a bit. âYeah, we doâ he agrees with a small huff, stepping closer to you. âI just hate seeing you so worked up.â
You chuckle softly, shaking your head. âI hate getting worked up,â you scoff.Â
âIâll try to think about it twice next time,â Poe promises, reaching out to gently take your hand in his. âI donât want to step on your toes or make you feel like I donât trust you or your judgment.â
Your fingers intertwine with his, the warmth of his touch calming you further. âWell Iâll try not to snap at you,â you promise in return, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as you let your head rest against his chest with a small, barely audible sigh. âEspecially not in front of everyone,â you mutter, earning an amused chuckle from him. You melt into his touch as he leans to press a gentle kiss over your forehead, his hand that is not holding yours coming to wrap around you.
It is only after you pull away from his embrace and leave a chaste kiss to his lips that the corner of your eye notices a sort of spy in the corner of the door frame.
âWhatâs he doing hereâÂ
Poe frowns before he turns around, huffing out a laugh when he notices BB-8 peeking out the door. âHow long have you been here?â he jokingly scolds his droid that fully reveals himself now that he has been caught. âYou know he doesnât like when we fightâ he softly sighs turning back to you, a mix of amusement and concern in his eyes before he looks at BB rolling over the both of you.
You shake your head, unable to suppress your smile at BB-8âs presence. âVery sweet of him to be looking out for us,â you start, reaching out to pat the droidâs dome affectionately. âBut maybe he should learn not to eavesdrop.â
BB-8 chirps playfully, obviously pleased with the attention, seemingly eager to be a part of the reconciliation.
Poe chuckles, kneeling down to scratch behind BB-8âs sensor with a fond smile. âYeah, yeah, weâll work on that,â he says before glancing back at you with a soft smile. âHe's our kid, heâs been worried sick about us, weren't you?â he turns to BB, who's beeping frantically in agreement.
You glance at him, then back at Poe, a softness settling in your chest at the sight of them together, your little family. âOur first kid, yeahâ you smile softly, heart fluttering inside your chest.
âFirst? Meaning there's gonna be more?â Poe asks with a playful smile, getting back on his feet. He raises his eyebrows as he awaits your response, and you both laugh at the sudden change of atmosphere as Poe wraps a hand around you before pressing a kiss to your temple.
You huff out a laugh at his quick jump to conclusion, âI don't know, you're a pretty good dad to this one,â you shrug.
âA couple hours ago I was dead to you and now we're talking having kidsâ he laughs into your hair, a teasing tone in his voice.Â
âYou werenât even close to being dead to me, youâre so dramatic Poeâ you declare with a small scoff, poking his chest lightly. âThatâs the reason Beebs loves you so muchâ you tease, making him huff out a laugh. âIâd say we should focus on surviving one parenting experience first,â you chuckle looking down at BB-8, nudging Poe playfully. âBut who knows what the future holds?â
Poe grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement as his arm grasps tighter around his hold on you. âAs long as I have you by my side, I'm up for anything babe.â
â
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summary: you get quite upset when poe "saves" your assigned mission by giving orders to your teams without consulting you; poe is determined to fix his mistake.
warnings: (public) arguing, talks of the future; family and having kids
tags: gn!reader, angst, being parents to bb8, fluff, this ends up being real sweet tbh
word count: 1.7k
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(uh yeah I'm back if you even noticed I was gone lol. I might just post this and disappear again for a little longer idk but anyways I'll explain the reason whenever I'm back for good; I'm okay don't worry, and I'm still gonna post fics don't worry it's nothing too serious fr)
It causes a disruption when you both barge into the hangar; despite the constant clattering and whirring of tools and material there, both your bitter shoutings have been overlapping the sounds ever since Poe started following you closely, right from the moment you hastily jumped out of your x wing to try to forget about the awful management of your mission that would probably cost you to never get to lead one again.Â
âIt was my call, not yoursâ you affirm bitterly, voice dripping with resentment, your steps heavy and hurried as you try to shake Poe off but he is anything if not persevering, so it only manages to piss you off even more and fuel your frustration. âI didnât need you to save my mission or whatever,â you exclaim, causing heads to turn as you walk across the large room, barely minding what is going on around you.Â
âI did because I knew it would work!â Poe tries to explain, still heeling you closely. âI wouldnât have done it if I wasnât sure it would be successfulâ he declares louder than he needs to, thrown off when you suddenly stop in your steps, turning to him.
âSo you think you can make decisions for me? You think I canât do it, canât command a mission correctly?â you rhetorically ask, revolted, sighing a profanity under your breath before you storm off again, your steps resonating with frustration. Poe sighs and winces before he follows you again, taking a hold of your arm.
âBabe come on you know thatâs notââ
You stop again, your patience running short. âYou had no right to encroach on my orders, I knew what I had to do, and you stepping in with your own instructions could have blown the whole mission up!â you call out, pressing a finger to his chest.Â
Itâs when you finally take a moment to take a look at his face that you realize it, what is going on; you are being the center of attention, the little show everyone stopped their current task to sit and watch, your every word carefully awaited by your unwanted audience.Â
You sigh softly, taking a moment to step back from the situation. âNow leave me alone before we embarrass ourselves further or before I tell you things I donât really mean just because Iâm angry and donât wanna talk to youâ you hiss softly before leaving Poe in the middle of the busy room where he watches you walk away, helplessly standing there.Â
When he looks around him, most people turn away and avert their gazes to pretend they havenât witnessed anything, and Poe is well too aware of the tension still lingering in the air even as you exit the room.
When Jessika climbs down from her ladder after watching the scene from her cockpit, BB-8 rolls over to her and chirps sadly, having observed yours and Poeâs argument from afar just like most of the hangar after his master went running after you. She kneels down to the droidâs level, giving him a sympathetic smile.
âThatâs gonna be fine Beebs, they always end up figuring it out somehowâ she affirms as the droidâs upper part sinks in distress accompanied by saddened beeps. Jessika canât help but smile fondly at him and his obvious concern, at the fact that he quite literally acts like you are his parents.
â
A few hours have passed when Poe joins you again; you don't notice him at first, having made sure to get focused enough on your paperwork to forget about the whole situation and try to ease the frustration within you. It's only when you put your datapad down that you see him leaning against the door frame.
âYou're so pretty when you're focusedâ he smiles gently when your eyes meet his figure, causing you to roll your eyes and reluctantly smile at his words despite your lingering frustration.Â
âIâm still mad at you,â you sigh softly as you try to hide your slight smirk, gaze darting back down to enter numbers into your datapad.
He acknowledges your feelings with a nod, his lips pressed together in a tight line. âI know.â he admits, stepping into the room. âThatâs why Iâm hereâ You look back up at him, taking a deep breath as you set your datapad aside; despite the fact that everything he did since you wrapped your mission up got on your nerves, deep down you only wish for this to situation to get figured out and eventually be behind the both of you. You join him in front of your desk, leaning against it.
âI knew what I was doing. I was handling itâ you affirm before he even gets the chance to do so much as open his mouth.
He holds a hand up to slow you down. âI know,â he nods understandingly. âI shouldnât have redirected the plan, I should have trusted you. I was just afraid things would go wrong considering how it was all starting to go down so quicklyâ he explains. âI know I could have fucked it all up, everything you put in place so the mission could go rightâ you slightly tilt your head to the side in agreement.Â
âAnd I know my move was probably a lot more dangerous than the plan you had in mind to make everything right but you know I would never put you or our teams in danger, only myselfâ he declares with a concerned nod, causing your expression to soften. âYou, never. I would never risk it, no matter whatâ thereâs a soft frown over his face as his eyes flicker with sincerity, his confession making your heart ache as it hangs in the air before he talks again. âAnd I never doubted your ability to command a mission.âÂ
You nod with a heavy sigh, acknowledging his apology. âI should apologize too. I shouldn't have lashed out on you like that either.â you admit and nod sheepishly, reflecting on your impulsive behavior. âI really wanted this mission to go rightâ
âFor what itâs worth,â he starts with a small smile, trying to dissimulate a bigger one. âI talked about it with Leia and she thinks you did pretty goodâ his declaration doesnât fail to draw an appreciative smile from you, one that makes him mirror your action. âAnd she thinks we would work great togetherâ
âAnd I agree,â you reply, finally feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as the tension between you begins to dissipate. âWe do make a good team.â
Poeâs smile widens, relieved to see you loosen up a bit. âYeah, we doâ he agrees with a small huff, stepping closer to you. âI just hate seeing you so worked up.â
You chuckle softly, shaking your head. âI hate getting worked up,â you scoff.Â
âIâll try to think about it twice next time,â Poe promises, reaching out to gently take your hand in his. âI donât want to step on your toes or make you feel like I donât trust you or your judgment.â
Your fingers intertwine with his, the warmth of his touch calming you further. âWell Iâll try not to snap at you,â you promise in return, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as you let your head rest against his chest with a small, barely audible sigh. âEspecially not in front of everyone,â you mutter, earning an amused chuckle from him. You melt into his touch as he leans to press a gentle kiss over your forehead, his hand that is not holding yours coming to wrap around you.
It is only after you pull away from his embrace and leave a chaste kiss to his lips that the corner of your eye notices a sort of spy in the corner of the door frame.
âWhatâs he doing hereâÂ
Poe frowns before he turns around, huffing out a laugh when he notices BB-8 peeking out the door. âHow long have you been here?â he jokingly scolds his droid that fully reveals himself now that he has been caught. âYou know he doesnât like when we fightâ he softly sighs turning back to you, a mix of amusement and concern in his eyes before he looks at BB rolling over the both of you.
You shake your head, unable to suppress your smile at BB-8âs presence. âVery sweet of him to be looking out for us,â you start, reaching out to pat the droidâs dome affectionately. âBut maybe he should learn not to eavesdrop.â
BB-8 chirps playfully, obviously pleased with the attention, seemingly eager to be a part of the reconciliation.
Poe chuckles, kneeling down to scratch behind BB-8âs sensor with a fond smile. âYeah, yeah, weâll work on that,â he says before glancing back at you with a soft smile. âHe's our kid, heâs been worried sick about us, weren't you?â he turns to BB, who's beeping frantically in agreement.
You glance at him, then back at Poe, a softness settling in your chest at the sight of them together, your little family. âOur first kid, yeahâ you smile softly, heart fluttering inside your chest.
âFirst? Meaning there's gonna be more?â Poe asks with a playful smile, getting back on his feet. He raises his eyebrows as he awaits your response, and you both laugh at the sudden change of atmosphere as Poe wraps a hand around you before pressing a kiss to your temple.
You huff out a laugh at his quick jump to conclusion, âI don't know, you're a pretty good dad to this one,â you shrug.
âA couple hours ago I was dead to you and now we're talking having kidsâ he laughs into your hair, a teasing tone in his voice.Â
âYou werenât even close to being dead to me, youâre so dramatic Poeâ you declare with a small scoff, poking his chest lightly. âThatâs the reason Beebs loves you so muchâ you tease, making him huff out a laugh. âIâd say we should focus on surviving one parenting experience first,â you chuckle looking down at BB-8, nudging Poe playfully. âBut who knows what the future holds?â
Poe grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement as his arm grasps tighter around his hold on you. âAs long as I have you by my side, I'm up for anything babe.â
â
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3. âYouâre everything I couldâve wanted and more.â đ„ș being said to himđ
this is half angsty half horny don't look at me. also I reread it too many times and now I absolutely hate it
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You stop chewing on your food when you notice something is off. You're halfway done with your plate, and Llewyn has barely started eating his food, his gaze planted onto his glass of water as he absent-mindedly fiddles with his fork, pushing the food around like a kid who won't eat what they've been served. Although that's probably not that kind of problem Llewyn has right now. Heâs difficult on a lot of things, but not food. Trying to survive for so long kinda taught him to not be picky.
âYou okay?â you ask, breaking the comfortable silence that has settled since you started eating.
âYeahâ he affirms as he snaps back to reality, giving you a nod accompanied by a quick, small smile to ease your worry.
It doesnât work; you know his antics all too well. âNoââ he quickly aborts his lie, leaves his fork to fall against the plate with a clinking sound.
âI was thinkingâ I feel so sorry sweetheart.â he shakes his head. âYouâve never dreamed of thisâ You put your fork down, more confused than ever.
âWhat do you meanâ you ask with a frown, mouth still full.
âYou couldnât have possibly dreamed of a boyfriend that won you over by sleeping on your couch too many times a week and that eventually moved in without even being fucking able to help you pay the rentâ he chuckles, reclining back into his seat.
âLlewyn what are you even sayingâ you scoff.
âI canât give you anything and itâs fucking sad for youâ he declares as he looks up at you like he's disappointed in your life choices.
âHeyâ noâ you reach to cover his hand over the table. âWhat are youâ I donât need you to give me anything,â you chuckle, running your thumb back and forth against the side of his hand. It tenses under your touch, and he sighs softly as his fingers tentatively come to tangle with yours.
âSeriously angel, don't you sometimes wish I wasn't such a deadbeat?â he asks rhetorically, running his free hand through his hair as he nervously chuckles. Your heart sinks as you listen to his words, and you pull away from him; he looks up and his gaze follows you when you stand up from your seat, joining him and clearing your throat before you settle over his lap.
âAbsolutely not.â you affirm as you brush back a curl to the side, both your hands framing his face. His lips curl into a weak smile as he looks up at you, a saddened frown over his face. âI love you for who you are, not for what you can or can't provide materially or whatever the fuck you think Iâm lacking with you.â you give him a small smile, fingers fiddling with the lapel of his shirt. He pinches his lips skeptically, but the glint in his eyes shines in a way that makes you think he wants to believe your sayings. âYouâre everything I couldâve wanted and more.â you declare, punctuating your statement by kissing either of his cheeks.
âYou sure have shit taste babeâ he self-deprecates in a snort as his hand rests over your lower back; you chuckle before it comes out naturally; âLlewyn Davis, shut your damn mouth before I force you to,â playfully hitting his chest with the back of your hand.
There it is; a shift in his eyes. âYeah? And how are you planning to do thatâ he raises his eyebrows provocatively, an expecting expression over his face.
âI can think of a few waysâ you tease following his game, hand coming to bury in his hair. His lips curl upwards, letting his teeth peek slightly when you tug on his curls a little.
âYeah? How about you show me,â he mutters, pulling you closer to him on his lap so youâre pressed tight against him.
âYou sure seem a lot better than two minutes agoâ you taunt as you play with a curl behind his ear. He buries his face into your neck, nose running along your jawline before he leaves a kiss there.
âYou canât expect me to not get a little excited when you come and sit on my lap,â he says, voice purposefully deep. You scoff and playfully roll your eyes.
âFinish eating and we'll take care of thatâ you affirm patting his shoulder, getting back on your feet before he gets up too and pulls you to him by your hand.
âYou know what, dinner can easily waitâ
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On it! Funny enough, I'm using an article about star wars as a resource.. turns out episode 7 was "controversial" for its racial diversity and female protagonist đ
I'll get on some Santi hcs for you, maybe some poe đ
god forbid diversities are representedđ
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any specific oscar characters you want hcs for đ«Ł I'm writing an essay and need a creative outlet LMAOO
ohhhhhh hum well maybe poe, llewyn or santi? good luck for your essay!!
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3. âYouâre everything I couldâve wanted and more.â đ„ș being said to himđ
this is half angsty half horny don't look at me. also I reread it too many times and now I absolutely hate it
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You stop chewing on your food when you notice something is off. You're halfway done with your plate, and Llewyn has barely started eating his food, his gaze planted onto his glass of water as he absent-mindedly fiddles with his fork, pushing the food around like a kid who won't eat what they've been served. Although that's probably not that kind of problem Llewyn has right now. Heâs difficult on a lot of things, but not food. Trying to survive for so long kinda taught him to not be picky.
âYou okay?â you ask, breaking the comfortable silence that has settled since you started eating.
âYeahâ he affirms as he snaps back to reality, giving you a nod accompanied by a quick, small smile to ease your worry.
It doesnât work; you know his antics all too well. âNoââ he quickly aborts his lie, leaves his fork to fall against the plate with a clinking sound.
âI was thinkingâ I feel so sorry sweetheart.â he shakes his head. âYouâve never dreamed of thisâ You put your fork down, more confused than ever.
âWhat do you meanâ you ask with a frown, mouth still full.
âYou couldnât have possibly dreamed of a boyfriend that won you over by sleeping on your couch too many times a week and that eventually moved in without even being fucking able to help you pay the rentâ he chuckles, reclining back into his seat.
âLlewyn what are you even sayingâ you scoff.
âI canât give you anything and itâs fucking sad for youâ he declares as he looks up at you like he's disappointed in your life choices.
âHeyâ noâ you reach to cover his hand over the table. âWhat are youâ I donât need you to give me anything,â you chuckle, running your thumb back and forth against the side of his hand. It tenses under your touch, and he sighs softly as his fingers tentatively come to tangle with yours.
âSeriously angel, don't you sometimes wish I wasn't such a deadbeat?â he asks rhetorically, running his free hand through his hair as he nervously chuckles. Your heart sinks as you listen to his words, and you pull away from him; he looks up and his gaze follows you when you stand up from your seat, joining him and clearing your throat before you settle over his lap.
âAbsolutely not.â you affirm as you brush back a curl to the side, both your hands framing his face. His lips curl into a weak smile as he looks up at you, a saddened frown over his face. âI love you for who you are, not for what you can or can't provide materially or whatever the fuck you think Iâm lacking with you.â you give him a small smile, fingers fiddling with the lapel of his shirt. He pinches his lips skeptically, but the glint in his eyes shines in a way that makes you think he wants to believe your sayings. âYouâre everything I couldâve wanted and more.â you declare, punctuating your statement by kissing either of his cheeks.
âYou sure have shit taste babeâ he self-deprecates in a snort as his hand rests over your lower back; you chuckle before it comes out naturally; âLlewyn Davis, shut your damn mouth before I force you to,â playfully hitting his chest with the back of your hand.
There it is; a shift in his eyes. âYeah? And how are you planning to do thatâ he raises his eyebrows provocatively, an expecting expression over his face.
âI can think of a few waysâ you tease following his game, hand coming to bury in his hair. His lips curl upwards, letting his teeth peek slightly when you tug on his curls a little.
âYeah? How about you show me,â he mutters, pulling you closer to him on his lap so youâre pressed tight against him.
âYou sure seem a lot better than two minutes agoâ you taunt as you play with a curl behind his ear. He buries his face into your neck, nose running along your jawline before he leaves a kiss there.
âYou canât expect me to not get a little excited when you come and sit on my lap,â he says, voice purposefully deep. You scoff and playfully roll your eyes.
âFinish eating and we'll take care of thatâ you affirm patting his shoulder, getting back on your feet before he gets up too and pulls you to him by your hand.
âYou know what, dinner can easily waitâ
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in azerty the k is right above the n so if you ever see me misspell a tag.... well actually it's not me it's jake lockley
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3. âYouâre everything I couldâve wanted and more.â đ„ș being said to himđ
this is half angsty half horny don't look at me. also I reread it too many times and now I absolutely hate it
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You stop chewing on your food when you notice something is off. You're halfway done with your plate, and Llewyn has barely started eating his food, his gaze planted onto his glass of water as he absent-mindedly fiddles with his fork, pushing the food around like a kid who won't eat what they've been served. Although that's probably not that kind of problem Llewyn has right now. Heâs difficult on a lot of things, but not food. Trying to survive for so long kinda taught him to not be picky.
âYou okay?â you ask, breaking the comfortable silence that has settled since you started eating.
âYeahâ he affirms as he snaps back to reality, giving you a nod accompanied by a quick, small smile to ease your worry.
It doesnât work; you know his antics all too well. âNoââ he quickly aborts his lie, leaves his fork to fall against the plate with a clinking sound.
âI was thinkingâ I feel so sorry sweetheart.â he shakes his head. âYouâve never dreamed of thisâ You put your fork down, more confused than ever.
âWhat do you meanâ you ask with a frown, mouth still full.
âYou couldnât have possibly dreamed of a boyfriend that won you over by sleeping on your couch too many times a week and that eventually moved in without even being fucking able to help you pay the rentâ he chuckles, reclining back into his seat.
âLlewyn what are you even sayingâ you scoff.
âI canât give you anything and itâs fucking sad for youâ he declares as he looks up at you like he's disappointed in your life choices.
âHeyâ noâ you reach to cover his hand over the table. âWhat are youâ I donât need you to give me anything,â you chuckle, running your thumb back and forth against the side of his hand. It tenses under your touch, and he sighs softly as his fingers tentatively come to tangle with yours.
âSeriously angel, don't you sometimes wish I wasn't such a deadbeat?â he asks rhetorically, running his free hand through his hair as he nervously chuckles. Your heart sinks as you listen to his words, and you pull away from him; he looks up and his gaze follows you when you stand up from your seat, joining him and clearing your throat before you settle over his lap.
âAbsolutely not.â you affirm as you brush back a curl to the side, both your hands framing his face. His lips curl into a weak smile as he looks up at you, a saddened frown over his face. âI love you for who you are, not for what you can or can't provide materially or whatever the fuck you think Iâm lacking with you.â you give him a small smile, fingers fiddling with the lapel of his shirt. He pinches his lips skeptically, but the glint in his eyes shines in a way that makes you think he wants to believe your sayings. âYouâre everything I couldâve wanted and more.â you declare, punctuating your statement by kissing either of his cheeks.
âYou sure have shit taste babeâ he self-deprecates in a snort as his hand rests over your lower back; you chuckle before it comes out naturally; âLlewyn Davis, shut your damn mouth before I force you to,â playfully hitting his chest with the back of your hand.
There it is; a shift in his eyes. âYeah? And how are you planning to do thatâ he raises his eyebrows provocatively, an expecting expression over his face.
âI can think of a few waysâ you tease following his game, hand coming to bury in his hair. His lips curl upwards, letting his teeth peek slightly when you tug on his curls a little.
âYeah? How about you show me,â he mutters, pulling you closer to him on his lap so youâre pressed tight against him.
âYou sure seem a lot better than two minutes agoâ you taunt as you play with a curl behind his ear. He buries his face into your neck, nose running along your jawline before he leaves a kiss there.
âYou canât expect me to not get a little excited when you come and sit on my lap,â he says, voice purposefully deep. You scoff and playfully roll your eyes.
âFinish eating and we'll take care of thatâ you affirm patting his shoulder, getting back on your feet before he gets up too and pulls you to him by your hand.
âYou know what, dinner can easily waitâ
â
inside llewyn davis taglist: @lockleysgrl @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missmarmaladeth @alexxavicry @mystinky-butt @anightshift @campingwiththecharmings @dameronshandholder @spider-starry @spxctorsslxt @dowbastan
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đŻ .......but in a good way
đthank you? ig
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